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The Submissive

By: RMHLTFC



Chapter 1

The room was dimly lit as Master Jared led me to the middle of the room. Tonight would be my first time being alone with him and heart was beating in anticipation of everything that I would experience. He pointed to a pillow that was in the middle of the room and instructed me to get into position one. I closed my eyes awaiting his next instructions. All of a sudden, I felt a soft piece of material graze my face as he covered my eyes to blindfold me. After he tied the blindfold, he told me to transition into position two. I put my ass in the air and face to the floor. I could feel his presence behind me as I shivered uncontrollably for a few seconds. He began to grip my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I could feel myself getting wetter as he ran his tongue in and out of my folds. He placed one finger in my ass and I felt my body tense up at his intrusion.

"Relax River," he said as he slapped my ass. "I promise you that I will never hurt you. You are going to have to learn how to trust me."

"Master I do trust you," I said shyly. "I just never let anyone touch me like this before."

"If anything makes you uncomfortable, use the safe word and I promise you I will stop" he said.

His words always had a way of soothing me. He resumed licking my center as I tried my best to concentrate on how good his tongue felt. I willed my body to relax as his finger entered my ass again. He began to move his finger in and out of my ass at the same pace of him licking my folds. I could feel my body began to tense as my release neared.

"River, you are going to have to learn how to control yourself," he said. "We just started and I can feel you already trying to come" he said.

"I'm sorry Master. I will try my best to control it." I said feeling ashamed that he knew that I was headed towards my release.

He stopped licking my pussy and removed his finger from my ass. I heard his footsteps as he walked away from me. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of metal rattling together in the back of me. My heart started to race at a feverish pitch as I felt leather straps being affixed to my wrists and ankles. I could feel the cold metal of the bar as I struggled to become comfortable. I smiled to myself because I knew that he placed me in a spreader bar. This was what I had been waiting for. I tried to wiggle around a bit to see if I could move, but I honestly couldn't. I heard his breathing change as he moved from behind me to stand in front of me. He lifted my body off the floor and moved me in a position where I was standing as if I was touching my toes. I could feel the air hit my center and asshole simultaneously. I felt like my body was being opened just for him.

"Lift your head and open your mouth," he instructed.

Being locked in this position made it a bit difficult to lift my head. I tried my best, but I knew if I lifted it any higher I would fall over. As I tried to steady my body, I heard the zipper of his pants being lowered and I felt his pants hit the ground near my right hand.

"Suck my dick. Make sure you get it nice and wet," he said as I moved my head like a snake searching for its target. He thrust his shaft in into my mouth and I tried my best to lick and suck the entire length of him. I ran my tongue effortlessly over the tip to the base. He gripped my head as I moved faster increasing my sucking motion.

"Enough!" he said as he removed his shaft from my mouth.

I could hear his movements as he left from in front of me and positioned himself behind me. I could feel him inserting two of fingers inside of me checking to see how wet I was.

"I see River you are ready for me," he said as I felt his shaft slowly enter my body. The feel of him inside of me was incredible. He slowly started stroking me to allow me to become accustomed to the length and size of him. I could feel myself about to come with just him entering me. Unexpectedly his rhythm changed and he and commenced to fuck me hard. I wanted to latch on to something to hold on to, but realized that I was just going to have to endure his brutal pounding as his hips pumped relentless into me. I tried my best to brace myself as he continued to fuck me like there was no tomorrow, but I could feel my knees about to buckle and just as I felt my body about to collapse on the floor, he withdrew from me.

"River, maybe this is too for you," he said jokingly as I tried to recover from his pounding.

"I'm sorry Master. I will try to push my body to be able to endure more punishment, I said as he un-cuffed my wrists and ankles from the spreader bar.

"Perhaps we should try something a little slower" he said.

Master Jared picked me up from the floor and carried me to his bed. He placed me in the center of the bed and followed me down. He kissed me on my neck as his shaft sought entrance into my center. He trailed hot kisses along my collar bone to the middle my breast. His tongue greedily sought after my left nipple and lapped it up in circular motions causing my center to contract. When his tongue made its way to my right nipple, I felt his teeth biting at my nipple willing it to a hardened peak. I moaned in ecstasy as my body became lost in the pleasure of Master Jared making love to me.

As his tongue left my right breast, I grabbed his head and brought his lips down to mine. I kissed him passionately as he continued to slowly rock his hips into me. I gripped his ass and attempted to urge him deeper inside of me. I heard him chuckle as he moved my legs up to my knees as he maintain his steady pace to penetrate me deeper. I could feel my release building as I felt his shaft rub against my clit. I tried my best to hold on to moment, but I wrapped my legs around his as I felt my body explode in a million pieces. Master Jared's release came just as I started coming down from my release. I drew his lips to mine and kissed him passionately again and thanked him for all that he had done for me. We remained wrapped up in each other's arms as we drifted off to sleep.

I was awaken the next morning by Master Jared calling my name. I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed. Master Jared was clad in a blue dress shirt and black dress pants. I could smell his Gucci Guilty cologne as it assaulted my senses making me want him all over again.

"River, I will have to go out of town for a week on business. I have list of items that I want you to acquire while I am gone. This will be your first assignment as my submissive."

My heart leapt for joy at the thought of officially being his submissive.

"River, he said, it is imperative that you obtain all of the items on this list. This will be my way of knowing if you take being my submissive seriously. If you fail to obtain all of the items on the list, you will have to suffer the consequences and possibly be discharged as my submissive. Do you understand?"

"I understand Master Jared and I will not fail you," I said enthusiastically.

"I will return next Saturday and please have everything in order. Now get your beautiful body up from this bed. I have a plane to catch," he said as he leaned in to kiss me on the lips.

Chapter 2

"Sorry sweetie we don't carry those items you are looking for," Henry the store clerk said as I walked towards the exit of the fifth sex store that I visited today.

"You might want to try the Fetish Factory down the street. They might have what you are looking for."

I groaned loudly to myself in frustration.

"I can give you directions to get there," he said.

I listened carefully to the directions the store clerk gave me to get to the Fetish Factory. It was worth a shot to check it out since I was batting zero at the moment. Master Jared gave me a list of items that he wanted me to pick up for him. He instructed me that he would be out of town and would be returning in a week. Today was Thursday and he would be returning on Saturday and I didn't have one item on the list. I thanked the store clerk and walked to my car. I pulled out of the parking space and headed north on Oakland Park Blvd. I drove for about five minutes looking left and right so that I wouldn't drive past the Fetish Factory. After two more minutes of driving, I spotted the Fetish Factory sign and quickly turned in the shopping complex where it was located and pulled into a parking space.

I reviewed the list of items that I needed to purchase and sighed loudly. I hope they have everything Master Jared is requesting because if they don't, he may release me from the contract I signed to become his permanent submissive. I would die if he were to release me. Master Jared is the sexiest man that I ever known and his dick was the best that I have ever had. I wouldn't give up being with Master Jared for anything in this world. I got out of my car and strolled into the Fetish Factory eagerly anticipating that this store would have everything I needed. As I walked in, the bell over the door chimed, and a sales clerk came from around the counter to greet me.

"Welcome to the Fetish Factory, My name is Amy and how can I help you today?" she said with enthusiasm. "Hi Amy, I am River and I have a list of items that my Master is requesting. I have been to several sex stores, but they don't have all of the items that he desires," I said as I reached inside my purse to retrieve the list.

I gave the list to Amy and watched her as she concentrated on reading the list. After reviewing the list, Amy excused herself and stated that she needed to consult her supervisor about a few of the items to ensure that they had them in stock. Looking around the store, I became a little nervous. For a new submissive it was intimidating to see some of the items in the store. I never thought a store like this would exist. Since Amy was taking her time to return, I decided to walk around the store. I walked along the outer wall of the store admiring the submissive costumes and BDSM written materials. As I continued to walk around the store, I found a glass case in the corner and was stunned to see all of the items that my GYN used on me during my annual visits. Is this place for real I thought to myself as I surveyed the various sizes of vaginal and anal metal speculums. As I made my way towards the back of the store, I came across a case that held male chastity cages and jeweled metal butt plugs. I motioned for a sales person to open the glass case for me. I really wanted to see how heavy the metal butt plugs were. I never used a butt plug before, but really wanted to try one out. The sales person opened the case and I motioned for him to give me the medium purple jeweled butt plug. It felt heavy in my hands and I'm sure it would feel just as wonderful inside my ass. I smiled to myself as I handed the butt plug back to the sale person. As I made my way to the area where the spreader bars were located, I heard Amy call my name.

"Ms. River, we have the majority of the items that you are looking for, but we don't have the Singapore Stinger Cane," Amy said apologetically.

"Do you know of another place that might have this type of cane?" I asked.

"Sorry Ms. River, we are the only store in this area that carries fetish merchandise. We can order it for you and have it ready for pick up by next Wednesday."

"I need it by Saturday," I groaned.

"Amy, I said, I would still like to purchase the other items on the list."

"Sure, we will gather those items for you while you continue to look around and we will call you when your items are ready for pick up," Amy said as she signaled the other sales person to come over to her.

I didn't feel like looking at anything else in the store. I found an empty bench by the shoe section of the store and deposited myself in it. A feeling of dread enveloped me. I failed my first assignment with Master Jared and I know that he will dismiss me for sure. I let my head fall in my hands as I rubbed my temples. I put my all into learning the basic protocols of BDSM for the last few weeks and now it was all coming to an end. Maybe I could just explain to Master Jared that the cane wasn't in stock and could be ordered next week. I doubt that he would want to hear any excuses from me. Honestly, I really didn't know where to find the items that he wanted and I sure didn't know how to go about looking for them online.

As my thoughts continue to process this catastrophe that I was experiencing, I heard my name being called to come pick up my order. I made my way to the front of the store and I paid for my items and rushed out of the store. I took the long way home hoping to think of something that I could tell Master Jared to change his mind from dismissing me. I found myself at my front door with no solution to my current problem. I collected the bag from the Fetish Factory and made my way in the house. I went to my room and placed the bag in the closet. I checked my voicemail hoping that Master Jared would have called me, but he didn't. Maybe I should return the items that I purchased today I thought to myself as I gathered my toiletries to take a bath. I wanted to go to sleep and forget that my dream of being a submissive was coming to an end. As I got out of the shower, I heard my phone ring. I made a mad dash to catch it before the caller hung up.

"Hello," I said in a huff.

"River, my sweet, how are?"

My heart pounded at the velvety sound of Master's Jared's voice. Hearing the sound of his voice instantly made me wet. I could feel my core clinching in anticipation of feeling him inside of me again. I hate that he has this effect on me. I wrapped my towel around me and sat on the bed for support. I could feel my knees buckling.

"I am good Master. I can't wait to see you tomorrow," I said shyly.

"Good. Because I have plans for you. Have you been eating healthy and getting enough hours of sleep every night? You know I will be able to tell if you haven't been taking care of yourself. The plans I have for you will require that you are physically fit at all times," he said sternly.

"Master, I have been taking care of myself" I said with conviction.

"Did you get all the items on the list that I requested?" he asked.

I couldn't speak. I didn't want to tell him that I didn't have everything he requested for fear of never seeing him again.

"Master, everything will ready for you when you get here tomorrow," I said confidently.

"Good, I will see you tomorrow and be ready for me. It's going to be a long day."

"Looking forward to it sir" I said.

I heard him chuckle as he ended the call. I went back into the bathroom and prepared for bed. I thought as I got dressed that I would just tell him the truth and let him decide. The situation could not be avoided. As much as I would hate to be discharged, I knew that it was going to happen. The time that I spent with Master Jared has been unforgettable. He released all of the inhibitions that I learned about sex when I was younger and embraced the world of dominance and submission. During my few weeks of training, my body automatically became accustomed to responding to his commands. I could never imagine being a submissive for anyone else. As I turned off the lights to go to bed, my heart became heavy. I knew that my life would never be the same. I didn't want to go back to having vanilla sex. Kink has become a part of my life now and I can't see my life without it.

Chapter 3

I tried my best to sleep that night, but sleep would not overtake me. I got tired of laying in the bed worrying about the outcome of the day, so I showered and got dressed and made my way to the kitchen to cook breakfast. As I prepared my coffee, my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was my friend Delaney Crawford. I smiled to myself as I answered the call.

"Hey Laney!" I said excitedly.

"River girl, what are doing?" she asked.

Looking at the clock for the first time this morning, I saw that it was almost 11am and Master Jared's flight was due to land at 12pm.

"Nothing much. I'm going to grab a quick bit to eat and prepare for Master Jared to arrive. He should be here by 1:30pm," I said.

Laney knew about my dealings with Master Jared. She never judged me for wanting to be a part of the BDSM lifestyle and I love her so much for it.

"Did you get all the kinky toys he wanted," Laney said jokingly.

"I got everything he wanted, expect for that damn cane!" I said.

"Get a grip River. It's only a cane. I'm sure he will understand" she said with disbelief.

"Hopefully, he will understand. I am afraid that he will discharge me for not completing my assignment as commanded" I sighed.

"Well, let me let you get yourself together. Just talk to me him. I sure it will not be as bad as you think. Call me if you need me," Laney said.

"Thank you for being a good friend Laney" I said as I closed the conversation.

"I'm your only friend," she said laughingly.

I ended the call and finished preparing my breakfast. I ate quickly and washed up the dishes in record time. I checked the time again and saw that it was almost 12pm. I made my way to my bedroom and retrieved the bag from the Fetish Factory from my closet. I emptied the contents of the bag on my bed and began to inspect each item. Some of the items I was familiar with and some were new to me. I looked at the collar, dog chain, rope, metal butt plug, hogtie restraints, ball gag and flogger in amazement. If everything goes as planned, all of the items will be used on me today. I looked forward to the pure ecstasy that I will be experience as Master Jared uses each item on me. I took account of the time again and saw that it was nearing 12:30pm. I went to my closet to decide on what outfit I wanted to wear. Master Jared often chose colors for his subs to wear and they must wear that color every time they were in his presence. He chose the color black for me.

I decided on a black lace top and matching skirt along with a black laced bra and laced black thong. I also chose a pair of black six inch heels to complete my outfit. I smiled to myself as I laid everything out on the bed hoping that he will be pleased with my attire. I washed up again and took my time to do my hair and apply my makeup. After dressing, I made my way downstairs and began to look out the windows. It was almost 1:30pm and Master Jared would be here any moment. I took all of the kink toys out the bag and placed them on the couch. As I placed the spreader bar on the coffee table beside the couch, the doorbell rang. I looked out the window and could see it was Master Jared. I quickly hid the Fetish Factory bag and ran to answer the door. I opened the door and moved to the side in order for Master Jared to enter my home. I quickly lowered my head, crossed my hands behind my back and stood with my legs five inches apart. I heard the door close and I could feel Master Jared's gaze upon me as I stood in position.

"River, you are looking well," he said as he walked around me.

I felt his hand travel down my left leg as he walked in the back of me. He lifted my skirt to and began to gently grip my ass. I felt my thong being moved to the side as his fingers sought entrance into my pussy. He began to move two fingers in and out of me as I struggled to remain in position. My body began to tremble uncontrollably. Just as I began to feel my walls tighten around his fingers, he withdrew them and I could hear licking sounds coming from him.

"River you taste so good. Lick my fingers and see for yourself how good you taste" he commanded.

Master Jared thrust his fingers inside my mouth and I licked his fingers clean.

"Yes Master, I do taste good." I said coyly.

"Master, would like anything to eat or drink?" I said still holding my position.

"No River, I just want to fuck you" he said as he glared at me.

I could feel my cheek flushing at his statement. I heard him walking to the couch and I knew he was going to survey the items that he requested. I stood quietly as I listened to him pick up and inspect each item. My heart started to beat rapidly because I knew he was going to ask about the cane when he notice that it was not among the items on the couch.


The Submissive Babysitter



When I met Shannon I knew I had found someone special. She is a beautiful woman, with short black hair, porcelain white skin and big brown eyes. She has a nice fit body reinforced by a heavy Pilates routine. More than anything she is full of life, always up for adventure. We are both in our late 20's and we both love living in NYC. When we started dating we would head out to the best restaurants and parties. I make a lot of money on Wall Street so money has never been an issue. Shannon moved in with me after only four months of dating.

Things felt like they would really change when I got her pregnant only two months later. We talked a lot and decided it was meant to be. We agreed to get married and keep the kid. We also agreed to stay in the city and enjoy it. We wouldn't become a suburban couple who never went out. No compromise.

That was just over three years ago. Our child, Nancy is now a toddler. Shannon went back to work, and I have done very well at my hedge fund, getting big bonuses. Paying for home care, along with a generous entertainment budget has not been an issue for us, so indeed we have continued to enjoy the city. We have a nanny who takes care of our beautiful little girl weekdays, and we supplement with babysitters when we want to go out at night

We actually found a babysitter we trusted without hesitation. Mei-Lin is a quiet 18 year old. She is actually the daughter of our dry cleaner. She's quiet but very attentive to our daughter and always happy to do extra chores while we were out. Over time, Shannon had Mei-Lin cleaning up, doing dishes and laundry after she put Nancy to bed. Sometimes when we came home, instead of watching tv we would find Mei-Lin neatly folding our clothes. 

Despite all of our advantages and our commitment to stay away from routine, we've started to go out a little less over time. This may be why Shannon was excited to get an invite to a friend's party last week. We went pretty hard at the party, drinking vodka tonics, smoking a little weed. When the party slowed down Shannon wasn't ready to call it a night. We texted Mei-Lin (or May, as she preferred to be called) and she told us not to worry, she could stay out as late as we needed. 

Shannon wanted to go to a rowdy pseudo-cowboy bar that was in the neighborhood. After a number of shots Shannon ended up dancing on the bar while men, mostly frat boy types, hooted catcalls and looked up her skirt. I could see she loved being the center of attention and was proud that she remained such a hottie, even after having a kid. The boys at the bar were eating out of her hand. She was flirting with them all, telling them to throw dollar bills on the stage if they wanted a peek at her panties under her skirt. They also passed up a couple more shots so she was feeling no pain. 

When the bar was closing the boys 'helped' her down, making sure they took the opportunity to feel her legs and grab some ass under her skirt. I had to shoo one persistent guy away and load my wife into a taxi. 

When we got back to our apartment I was ready for a quick fuck and some sleep but Shannon was still drunk and buzzing with excitement. May greeted us with an update on getting Nancy to sleep. I apologized for keeping her so late, gave her a big tip and said I could order an Uber car for her to get back home. Shannon interrupted, giving May a big hug and insisting she stay for a drink. Shannon was in great spirits and her flirty mood from the bar seemed to continue with our young babysitter. 

May said she didn't really drink much, but Shannon cajoled, telling her to fetch the tonic water from the fridge. May, anxious to please as always, scurried off to the kitchen. When she returned Shannon poured us all vodka tonics and we toasted the evening. I took a sip but Shannon downed hers and challenged May to do the same. Shannon refilled their glasses and motioned for all of us to sit down. Shannon cuddled into me on the couch while May sat in a chair next to us. Shannon started to tell May a little about our evening then noted how tired her feet were from all the dancing. She kicked off her shoes and asked "Mei-Lin, would you mind giving them a little rub? Brad could do it but he gets quite distracted."

I blushed at Shannon's aside. I did indeed enjoy Shannon's feet. She would often have me rub and kiss them before we fucked. I hoped May didn't catch the allusion. I avoided her gaze and stared down at Shannon's lovely feet which were twirling playfully. I felt my cock stiffen a little. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw May finish her drink, then rise from her chair. She knelt before my wife, gently took a foot in her hand, then started to rub it attentively. 

I had noticed May before of course. I'm a man and May is a cute teenager with a tight young body. Looking at her now though I saw how lovely she was. I gazed down at her smooth skin, her soft lips. Just a bit of baby fat filled out her cheeks. I looked down her shirt and saw a plain bra covering May's small tits and I became harder still. 

Shannon let out a moan of satisfaction as young May tended to her foot. My wife leaned into me and touched my leg, then reached over and squeezed my cock. 

Shannon giggled. "Mmm...somebody is excited." 

I noticed a mischievous look on Shannon's face. "May, look at how excited Mr. Taylor is."

May looked up to see Shannon holding my cock through my pants, forming a tent. May blushed and looked back down at Shannon's feet. 

Shannon stroked my cock slowly through my pants. "Don't be shy May...feel it." It was not a suggestion but an instruction. "I bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's."

My thoughts wandered to whether I knew May had a boyfriend but I lost all train of thought when I saw Shannon grab May's small hand and place it around my cock. I moaned involuntarily. May was clearly embarrassed but she didn't move her hand away. Shannon asked if it was bigger than her boyfriend's and May nodded seriously. 

Thoughts raced through my head. I had never had a threesome, with my wife or anyone else. Part of me was worried May might suddenly scream and run out of the house...but a bigger part of me desperately wanted this to continue. I sat still, almost paralyzed with excitement. 

"Show her you cock honey." Shannon cooed. "May should see for herself."

Heart pounding, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my erection. For a moment I felt foolish as it flopped back and Shannon giggled. Without a word Shannon took my cock in her hand and stroked it. May looked on as if a child seeing a new toy. Shannon took May's hand and placed it on my cock, which made it jerk with excitement. I worried for a moment I might cum soon. Shannon put her hand around May's small fingers and together they stroked me up and down. May let out a cute giggle and when Shannon took her hand away to stroke May's hair May continued to stroke my cock slowly. 

"That's a good girl." Shannon purred. May's young face seemed to brighten as her eyes stayed focused on my cock. 

"Why don't you suck his cock May?", she asked. 

May pulled her hand away from my cock suddenly and I felt my heart stop for a moment. "I...I can't Mrs. Taylor. I mean I..." May stammered.

"May, remember when I came home a few weeks ago and you had your boyfriend here?"

Shannon had never told me about this. I had been traveling and knew she had May over to take care of our daughter one evening. May nodded slowly like a chastened child. 

"Did you suck his cock in this house May? Tell the truth." 

May bit her lip, then nodded slowly, eyes down as she remained kneeling in front of my wife.

"Don't you think it's disrespectful to suck another boy's cock in a man's house, then refuse to suck his when it's right in front of you?"

May looked up at my wife, confused, then her eyes looked again at my cock. 

"Go on May, you can do it." my wife instructed soothingly, stroking her hair.

May hesitated, bit her lip again, then shifted herself so she was between my knees. My cock twitched with anticipation. May finally took my cock in her small hand, titled it towards her and slowly took it in her mouth. At first she took just a little of it in, licking it like a lollipop. The tease of her tongue along my cock made me want to push myself into her but instead I muffled a groan and watched her lick me. Finally May started to take me deeper and deeper into her warm mouth. May looked down at first then finally looked up at Sharon and I with her big brown eyes as she bobbed her head up and down along my cock. 

Shannon murmured her approval, then leaned over to kiss me. I hesitated to look away from May, but as Shannon reached over and tweaked my nipple I started to make out with my wife while May continued to suck my cock. I was in a sort of heaven. I tried to last longer but couldn't help myself and felt myself start to shoot in our babysitter's mouth. It felt like I came for five minutes and May gamely tried to swallow until there was too much for her. I saw May look up at us, seeking approval, a little cum dripping down her chin, and wondered what an appropriate tip would be for the extra time she had put in.



The Submissive Babysitter Pt. 02



Mei-Lin did not consider herself to be naive. At only eighteen she had already had sex, although only with two boys. Mei-Lin's boyfriend was Asian, like her. They both had very strict parents, and really had nowhere to go that was private, so they had actually not had sex very often. 

After dating for several months, Mei-Lin's boyfriend had persuaded her to give him a hand-job in the movies. May heart was beating fast when she felt Winston's cock for the first time. After that May (as she was called by most of her friends and family) found herself giving him handjobs with some frequency...at the movies, at a friend's party...and one time in a stairwell of a mall. She enjoyed the illicit nature of these occasions, but of course her boyfriend wanted more.

Although Winston was very skinny and not the coolest kid in school, he was a sweet boyfriend who always took good care of May, and she was happy to please him. After a lot of pleading from Winston, May had agreed that they could make love for the first time after their prom. 

The plan was for Winston to get a hotel room, but he had found them to be very expensive, and he was worried his parents would somehow find out. Winston had got the agreement of his friend Harold to use a room in his house while he threw a prom after-party. 

That night, May took off her prom dress then striped completely for a boy for the first time while they could hear the drunken cheers of many other boys and girls a few feet away. Winston also stripped and for the first time she got a good look at his cock. She thought it looked nice, although it was a bit skinny, like him. 

Winston was gentle and rather unsure. They kissed with their bodies pressed together until he stopped then fumbled with the condom for some time. Finally he pushed inside May who cried at first in real pain. Soon after he was done and May stared at the ceiling while he held her. When Winston got hard again later May was not sure she wanted him inside again. She started to give him a handjob, but he clearly wanted to be inside her again. May then tried to lick his cock and found that this soothed him. She didn't really know what she was doing but she could tell when he was enjoying and kept trying that. He came quickly again and May moved away to try and not get any on her. 

After that night, Winston always talked about her blowjob, and how amazing it had felt. May refused to give him one in the movies because it made her too nervous not to see if anyone was watching. One night when she was babysitting for the Taylors (or Brad and Shannon, they insisted she call them by their first names), Winston kept texting, begging to come over. May finally consented, but by the time he got there she was anxious about the Taylors returning. May had told him as soon as he arrived that he needed to leave quickly, then she got on her knees and unzipped his pants. Winston was very excited and came quickly. May kept his cum in her mouth, then went to the sink to spit it out. She couldn't risk making a mess. She sent Winston on his way, and it was two more hours until Brad and Shannon came back.

As if Pandora's Box had been opened, Winston now wanted to come over every time she babysat. She refused the next time she was there, but the time after that Winston's frantic texts and Snapchats had persuaded her. He came over soon after Brad and Shannon left and they fucked on the floor. Winston was a little better than the first time, but he came very quickly, apologizing and telling May it was just to exciting to be inside her. 

The third time Winston came over while May was babysitting, Brad was out of town and Shannon had a dinner with a friend. Shannon was not supposed to be back until after 10, so May told Winston to come over before 8:30. He was a little late, arriving closer to 9, and May told him it would have to be quick. He suggested a blowjob would be ideal so May compliantly got on her knees for him. 

As soon as she had his cock in her mouth they heard someone at the door. May pulled away quickly, running her teeth over Winston's cock. He yelped a little as he tried to do up his fly. They both turned around to see Shannon coming in. She turned to see them as Winston had tucked his cock away, but it was very clear what they had been doing. May was mortified and started to explain, tears welling in her eyes. Shannon was rather cool about it, sending Winston on his way, then sitting May down for a talk. 

May apologized again and again, and assured Shannon that her daughter was fine up in her room. May started to cry a little and Shannon stroked her hair, telling her she understood that May was a good girl and had just made a mistake in not telling Shannon she was going to have a guest over. Shannon then surprised May by asking her directly, "Do you enjoy sucking cock May?"

May stammered and tried not to answer but Shannon patiently pushed her. Finally May admitted that she enjoyed making her boyfriend happy, but wasn't sure he was good at it. As they talked May told Shannon that she studied hard to get good grades, and had practiced many hours to become good at piano, but wasn't sure how to know if she was good at blowjobs.

Shannon smiled and stroked May's hair again. She then gently asked May to show her how she did it. May was confused, then watched Shannon hold out a finger in front of her face. May hesitated a moment, but decided she trusted Shannon and didn't want to let her down again. Besides, she genuinely would appreciate any advice. May sucked on Shannon's finger tentatively at first, then with more enthusiasm. She imagined it was Winston's cock and jerked her head up and down. 

Shannon waited, then finally pulled her finger away. 

"You are obviously eager," Shannon stated, "but you need a bit more finesse."

Shannon patiently showed May how she suggested a cock should be sucked by sucking on two of May's fingers. May felt the softness of Shannon's tongue and how it slowly explored her fingers. She felt a warm tingle across her body and thought to herself that if it felt this good on her hand it must feel great for a guy on his cock. She then emulated Shannon the best she could until Shannon told her she had the right idea. May felt proud to have improved and was thinking how pleased Winston would be. 

Shannon put and hand on May's chin and softly lifted her head so May was looking up into Shannon's eyes. May thought for a moment that Shannon was going to kiss her and wondered how it would feel to have soft lips on hers. Instead Shannon gently scolded May again for having a guest over without letting her know first. May started to look down in shame, but Shannon jerked her head back up so May was looking her in the eyes. 

"If you are going to have a boy over you need to let me know. I need to trust that you will always do as I tell you to May."

May nodded, a little uncertain as to what she was agreeing to but genuinely wanting to please. "I promise Shannon."

It was over a week until Shannon called May to have her babysit again. When May saw Shannon's name come up on her phone her heartbeat accelerated. May had been thinking of Shannon a lot since she had been caught that night. Alone and looking at her phone she blushed as she remembered she had actually masturbated thinking at first about Winston, but then about Shannon and her tongue...how she had stared May directly in the eyes as she had licked May's fingers. When May answered Shannon told May she needed her to babysit that Saturday for them. May agreed without even thinking. She was clearly anxious to please. Shannon told her the time to be there then asked if she had seen her boyfriend since they had talked.

May remembered she had in fact seen Winston the night after they were caught. She was anxious to show her boyfriend what she had learned so she shocked him by going down on him that night in the movie theater. Unfortunately, Winston was so excited by the surprise and May's new technique that he came after less than 60 seconds. May was proud, but also disappointed. She tried to swallow, as Shannon had told her to do, but couldn't bring herself to do so, instead spitting it out on the theater floor. 

"Yes..." May stammered. "It...umm...worked very well, thank you."

Shannon laughed and told May it would only get better, she just needed more experience. She left May with an unexpected instruction, "Wear that yellow sundress you have, you look very pretty in it." That night May, who masturbated very rarely, told Winston she had to study, but instead took a bath where she fingered herself to an orgasm thinking about sucking a big cock...but mostly about Shannon.

When May came to babysit, Shannon gave her a warm hung and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't the kiss that May had imagined though, just a friendly, flirty one. May did notice that it was very different to kiss soft lips. Shannon remarked how pretty May looked in her sundress and when Brad came out she had him confirm how pretty May looked. Shannon gave the normal directions about caring for their daughter, who was already in bed, holding May's hand while she talked. She also asked May to take care of the dishes they had left from lunch. When they were ready to leave Brad said goodnight and Shannon gave May another quick kiss, then whispered "No boys tonight May."

When May was alone in the house she let out a deep sigh. She wondered why she was having all these thoughts about Shannon. She knew she was not a lesbian. She had never thought about women like that...until Shannon. But even then, it wasn't like she wanted to go down on Shannon, and she didn't want Shannon to lick her pussy...although she had to admit she had wondered what that would feel like. May felt a little dizzy, but got to work on the dishes. She saw a beef jerky snack box on the counter and thought about Brad. She had always thought Brad was handsome. He was so different than her boyfriend. Obviously they were different races, but Brad was fit, even muscular, while Winston was very skinny. Brad had hairy arms and chest, where Winston had almost no hair at all. May thought of the few hairs Winston had around his penis and wondered what Brad's looked like. Brad also had a sort of...stature that Winston lacked. After all, May thought, Brad is a man and Winston is still a boy. 

May smiled as she remembered how Brad had looked her up and down when Shannon had asked him to tell May how pretty she was. May knew when men found her attractive, and as polite as Brad was, he clearly noticed her when she wore something nice. She giggled to herself thinking of how lucky Brad must be to get blowjobs from Shannon who is so pretty and seemed to good at it. She felt a tingle in her body and tried to think about something else.

May went on the clean the entire kitchen, then fold some laundry she found in the dryer. She knew Shannon would be impressed when they got back. When they did return May brightened as Shannon told her what a good babysitter she was for doing all the chores. Brad ordered a car for her and while they waited Shannon sat close to May, their legs touching as they talked about her plans for college. May found herself a little flustered by Shannon's proximity and wondered again why Shannon has such an effect on her. She was a beautiful woman with such smooth white skin and bright red lips...but May had seen other women just as beautiful. When Shannon reached over for May's hand, May squeezed back, gratefully. 

Brad came in, saying the May's car had arrived. Shannon said goodbye and kissed May on the lips. May closed her eyes as Shannon's lips met hers, but it was too quick again. Shannon told May to come back next Friday, as Brad and her had a party to go to. Brad saw her to the Uber he had ordered and before she got in May surprised herself by kissing him on the cheek, something she had never done before. On the ride back, May did something else she had never done, putting a finger inside herself in public. She stopped quickly when she realized how inappropriate it was, and looked up to confirm the driver had not seen anything. She told herself she needed to get it together. 

By the time the following Friday came along, May had found herself daydreaming about Shannon and Brad more and more. When she kissed Winston, she thought about how much softer and gentler Shannon's kisses were. When she gave Winston a handjob at the movies she imagined how much bigger Brad's cock must be. Brad's hands were huge, she thought as Winston spurted on to the seat ahead of him and the floor. 

When the Friday finally came, May put on a couple of outfits and looked at herself in the mirror. She knew Shannon noticed what she wore and wanted to look her best. She settled on a pair of jeans she always got compliments in (they hugged her ass nicely), and a white shirt that complimented her small breasts. Before leaving she unbuttoned one more button than she usually did, and smiled. 

When she arrived at the Taylors, Brad and Shannon were a little rushed. Brad had written down the wrong time for the party and they were already late. Shannon seemed full of energy but did not spend time with May. Instead May watched as she rushed about. She noticed Shannon was showing off her legs in a skirt that was shorter than any May owned. 

Brad and Shannon rushed out the door and May did not even get a kiss. May took their daughter Nancy up for a bath and got her to sleep, then did a few chores. While she was making their bed she stopped and smelled the sheets. Shannon's scent was in them and May thought again about how feminine Shannon was. She hoped she would develop into a woman like Shannon. She received another text from Winston and texted back telling him again that he could not come over. As she wrote back she received a text from Shannon,

'May, having fun time out, need you to stay later. We'll spend some time when we get back."

May smiled and read the text again. She liked that Shannon had become a friend and texted back assuring Shannon that she would stay as late as needed. 

When Shannon and Brad finally did return, it was immediately apparent both had had a lot to drink. May started to tell them about the baby but Shannon interrupted, giving May a long hug and kissing her again on the lips. May enjoyed feeling Shannon's embrace and felt a strange combination of ease and excitement. 

Brad seemed a little out of it. He gave May cash with a nice tip, and said he would call her a car, but he never made a move to do so. Shannon then suggested they have another round of drinks and invited May to join them. May hesitated. She had only drank alcohol one other time, at a party. May had learned that she got drunk easily, and found that her judgement became impaired. In fact it was at that party that she was fucked by the only boy other than Winston she had ever had sex with. It was actually at WInston's friend's Harold's house a few weeks after the prom party. They had all been drinking early and Winston passed out on a couch. Harold had a fight with his girlfriend who had left in a huff so May and Harold were hanging out. Harold took May up to his room to show her his collection of anime t-shirts, but when they got to his room Harold told May how beautiful she was and kissed her. They made out a while and eventually Harold had unbuttoned May's short and was sucking on her nipples. May lost herself in the sensation. Winston did not pay a lot of attention to her tits and it felt so good. Soon she found her pants being pulled down and Harold's tongue licking her pussy. May had never experienced this and even though she knew she should tell Harold to stop she couldn't bring herself to do so. May closed her eyes and let the sensations run through her. When Harold positioned her on all fours, May felt she had gone too far to stop things. Harold pushed into her from behind and fucked her harder than Winston had, slapping her ass cheeks with each thrust. The next day Harold and May agreed never to tell anyone about this and May still felt bad about the indiscretion.

Despite her misgivings, May could not say no to Shannon, and soon enough they were drinking vodka tonics as they chatted in the living room. After nervously downing her first drink May could already feel her cheeks flush. She knew she was staring at Shannon's legs too much, but felt like she couldn't stop herself. When Shannon asked her to rub her feet, May was actually excited to do so. She finished her second drink and knelt before Shannon, who was cuddling her husband on the couch. 

Shannon seemed to tease May a little, wiggling her foot while May tried to take in it her hand, but when May did start to rub Shannon laid back and moaned softly. May was happy to see her so pleased. 

May could feel both Shannon and Brad looking at her as she rubbed Shannon's feet and the tension made her a little wet. May tried to focus on Shannon's foot even while she heard the shuffling on the couple's hands exploring each other. She tried to be cool, but feeling the warmth of Shannon against her, seeing her bare long legs inches away, and hearing the two of them touch each other all made her take shallow breaths. She hoped they wouldn't notice but Shannon suddenly said, "Mmm...somebody is excited." 

May started to blush then she heard Shannon say, "May, look at how excited Mr. Taylor is."

May looked up to see Shannon holding her husband's hard cock through his pants.. May blushed and looked back down at Shannon's feet but squirmed from the excitement and uncertainty around what was happening. 

"Don't be shy May...feel it" Shannon instructed. "I bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's."

May was mortified to have Shannon talk like this in front of Brad, but she was also intrigued. She looked up again and Shannon grabbed May's hand and placed it on her husband's cock. May felt paralyzed, holding Brad's cock through his pants with May's hand around hers. Shannon squeezed and May felt Brad's cock pulse. 

"Is it bigger than your boyfriend's" Shannon asked teasingly. May could not find words but nodded as she continued to stare at the tent in Brad's pants. 

"Show her you cock honey." Shannon coaxed her husband. "May should see for herself."

May's heart pounded as she watched Brad unzip his pants clumsily, and pull out a big, hard cock. May watched Shannon stroke it, noting her technique. Shannon then took May's hand, placed it on her husband's exposed cock and together they stroked Brad up and down. May saw Shannon smirk down at her and she nervously giggled. When Shannon took her hand away to stroke May's hair May continued to stroke Brad's cock slowly, the way Shannon had been doing. 

"That's a good girl." Shannon purred. May's young face brightened as she continued to stroke. She was amazed at how big and white it was, and by how much hair he had around it.

"Why don't you suck his cock May?", Shannon asked. 

May pulled her hand away from Brad's cock suddenly and stammered, "I...I can't Mrs. Taylor." She wasn't sure why she addressed Shannon so formally, feeling like a little kid. "I mean I..." 

Shannon became firm, "May, remember when I came home a few weeks ago and you had your boyfriend here?"

May was ashamed to be called out in front of Brad and nodded slowly. 

"Did you suck his cock in this house May? Tell the truth." 

May bit her lip, then nodded slowly, her eyes down as she remained kneeling.

"Don't you think it's disrespectful to suck another boy's cock in a man's house, then refuse to suck his when it's right in front of you?"

May knew she was drunk, but struggled to follow Shannon's logic. She looked again at Brad's hard cock, which looked sad just lying there. 

"Go on May, you can do it." Shannon instructed soothingly, stroking May's hair.

May felt a sense of comfort when Shannon stroked her hair and realized that she didn't want to disappoint her. She actually wanted to show Shannon she had learned well, and wanted to see for herself how good she was with a man who would not cum as quickly. She moved between Brad's legs took his cock in her hand, and slowly took it in her mouth. She was shy at first, and a little intimidate by its' size, so she licked around his cock. Finally she started to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth using her tongue as Shannon had taught her. May looked up at Shannon as she bobbed her head up and down along his cock and basked in her approval. 




The Submissive Babysitter Pt. 02



May watched as Shannon kissed her husband and squeezed his nipple and she could feel Brad was going to shoot soon. May sped her actions until finally he started to cum. It was more than Winston had ever cum, but she gamely tried to swallow it as Shannon had told her to. She managed to get most of it, but she could feel a little drip down her face. She looked up and saw Shannon smile at her as she stroked May's hair again and May knew she had done well. 

Shannon helped May up, and gave her a long kiss, which was finally the way May had fantasized it would be. Shannon promised May she would call soon. 

Brad called May a cab, seeming a little nervous. When he handed her an extra tip before she got in, May boldly kissed him on the lips and thanked him for everything.

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The Submissive Babysitter Pt. 03



I never really wanted to marry Brad. Even when I moved in with him it was just because I needed a place while I looked for a new apartment after my roommate left town. I loved being a single girl in NYC and had never dated one guy for more than six months. Not that Brad wasn't a catch. He was handsome and wealthy, and I loved that he took me to all the best places NYC could offer. I just knew I was far from ready to settle down. 

Then, just two months after moving in with Brad I got pregnant. I was pretty sure it was Brad's so I told him I was carrying his baby and his response overwhelmed me. He was so excited to keep the baby. I made it clear I was unsure, but he made many promises to me, especially that we would continue to enjoy the city and not settle down. We signed a prenup that made sure the baby and I would be very well taken care of if we ever broke up (the issue of custody was left open).

Life has actually worked out pretty well. Brad has been promoted twice and has been taking home huge bonuses. I worked hard to get my body back in great shape after we had Nancy, running and doing Pilates almost every day. 

More recently, however, I could feel routine creeping back into our lives, and I knew I couldn't tolerate that for long. I pushed for us to go out more often, but it was like Brad didn't hear me. I felt stifled and I knew I felt I needed to shake things up. 

Brad and I had plans to go to a new club in town, but another business trip come up. I decided I would go anyway, and called a couple of girlfriends to join me. I was excited to have a girls' night out. I called our babysitter Mei-Lin to come over that night. Mei-Lin has been great for us. I trust her completely with my daughter and she's always on time. I've even trained her to do chores for me that the nanny doesn't get done. I found her eager to please and I have been more than happy to take advantage. She does our dishes, folds our clothes. One night I asked her to hand wash my panties and she didn't hesitate. 

The night we were heading out to the club, Mei-Lin was taken aback upon seeing me. I was dressed sexier than I had ever dressed when going out with Brad, wearing very high heels, a short black skirt and a tight white top with no bra. I wanted to look naughty and based on the look Mei-Lin gave me I was even more convinced I had achieved the look. As I got my things ready and gave her the chores for the night, I could have sworn she was checking me out. 

My intention was to go beyond looking naughty that evening. Brad might be ready for a routine life, but I was definitely not. My girlfriends knew I needed to blow off some steam, and they ordered two rounds of shots within minutes of arriving at the club. When hot girls are ordering shots, guys are attracted like bees to honey, and we were quickly invited to the VIP section where some hedge fund managers were getting bottle service. I sat next to one guy, Rick, who looked like Adonis in a business suit. I didn't tell him I had a husband and daughter and I didn't object when his hand confidently stroked my bare leg.

I did notice I was responding to him much faster than normal. Perhaps it was because I had psyched myself into being naughty, perhaps it was because of the shots, perhaps because Brad hadn't fucked me for over two weeks, but as his hand went higher on my leg I was clearly feeling aroused. I leaned in towards him and he pulled me in for a long kiss. 

This guy knew what he was doing. He pulled my hair back and became the aggressor as he probed my mouth with his tongue. I suspected he had probably fucked three girls from this club in the last week, but I knew then I had to have him. He whispered in my ear to follow him and I did so without hesitation, taking his big hand and trying to keep pace in my high heels. He took me to a bathroom in the back of the club, which the public could not access and gave a curt nod to a bouncer standing nearby. We walked in and he locked the door behind us. 

The dude did not even say another word to me. Rick kissed me, even rougher this time, pulling me against him. He then handed me a condom and gave me the same nod he had given the bouncer. I was half offended, but we both knew what I was there for. I knelt, unzipped him, took out his impressive cock, and wrapped it for him. He helped me up, then turned me around and lifted my skirt. He lowered my panties and almost immediately started pushed into me. He entered easily since I was already wet. I put my hands on the bathroom door. I felt dirty and used, but I loved it. I had missed this kind of adventure. 

I tried to be quiet at first, knowing the bouncer was just outside, but the dude took no mercy on me, pounding into me again and again. I started to groan loudly with each push and the door of the bathroom rattled. Somehow the idea that there were men outside the door, knowing I was being used as a party girl slut made it even hotter for me. I was getting close to cumming, but when Rick was finished he pulled out and started to zip up. I bent down to get my panties back up and barely had my skirt down when he opened the door. The bouncer looked at us with just the slightest smile, and we walked back to the VIP area. 

I re-joined to girls and we danced with some other guys, but even thought it was still early, I had already got what I came for. I took a cab back home and when I arrived there I saw a strange car in the driveway. When I opened the door I knew there must be someone with May, and I heard a yelp from the living room. I walked in to see May on her knees with a skinny kid zipping up his pants. May was upset and started apologizing. I thought to myself that everybody seemed to be getting some action tonight. 

I told the boy to leave and he anxiously bolted out the door. I decided to play a little with our tearful babysitter and sat her down. When May started to cry I took her in my arms and told her she was a good girl who had made a mistake. Wanting to test her I then asked, "Do you enjoy sucking cock May?"

May tried to evade the question but I pushed her, channeling the dominance of the dude who had fucked me an hour earlier and making it clear I was in charge. May admitted she wasn't sure she was good at blowjobs, and I told her to show me how she did it.

I held a finger out for her and held back a giggle when I saw the wide-eyed look on her face. I knew she would pretty much do whatever I told her to at this point, so was not surprised when she started to suck on it. Soon she was giving it her all, desperately trying to please my finger. Finally I pulled it away. 

"You are obviously eager, but you need a bit more finesse." I said a little teasingly.

I showed May the technique she should use by sucking on two of her fingers. I thought of the cock that had been inside me and all the cocks I had sucked in college. I could see May was getting excited and gave her the chance to show me what she had learned. May sucked my fingers slower and more purposefully and I felt she had genuinely improved her style. 

I put my hand on the girl's chin and made her look into my eyes. I scolded her for having a guest over without letting me know first. I made sure she could not look away, wanting May to know that she was owned. 

"If you are going to have a boy over you need to let me know. I need to trust that you will always do as I tell you to May."

When May went home I played back the adventures of the evening, and fingered myself to a climax. I thought of that night a few times in the days to come, sometimes when I masturbated, but for the most I moved on to my regular life. 

My routine was broken again two weeks later when I was out at a friend's party with Brad. May had come over to babysit. As I had felt when I had called her, it was clear she was more anxious than ever to please me. I smiled when I saw she had worn the outfit I told her to. I gave her a number of chores to do in the house which she was eager to agree to, then I told her she was a good girl and kissed her on the lips, as if offering a reward before we left.

Brad and I had had a few drinks at the party when I saw the Rick, the Adonis hedge fund dude, standing against a wall, chatting up a girl. He looked over and I looked away, but I knew it was too late. I snuggled up to Brad to signal to Rick that he should stay focussed on the girl he was with, and he seemed to go along with that. Not long after, however, I was coming out of the bathroom when I saw him standing there, looking right into my eyes. 

Rick directed with his chin for me to go back in to the bathroom and he followed me. I started to tell him that my husband was in the next room, that I knew people at the party but I had barely got a word out before his big hands directed me down to my knees. I knew what he wanted. Part of me wanted it too, part of me just wanted to defuse the situation, but either way, for the second time I found myself unzipping his pants and taking out his cock. This time I took it in my mouth hoping this would please him. I thought of what I had taught May, and knew I had to give this guy my best. I looked up at him but he didn't look down. Instead he grabbed my hair and started to move my head to his desired rhythm. He made me take all of his cock, which was much more than I was used to but I was anxious to please. Soon he started to just fuck my face and I let him. He started to come in my mouth, then pulled out and sprayed on my face. I quietly accepted this, with every desire to stay as discrete as possible. He echoed the words I had used with May, telling me I was a good girl. He didn't wait for me to get up, didn't even say goodnight, just opened the door, pausing to make sure nobody was there, and left my on my knees.

When I cleaned up and joined Brad, I was feeling very horny. We had a few more drinks and then smoked some weed the host offered up. Brad always gets mellow when he smokes weed, and I quickly realized he wasn't going to give me what I needed. As the party winded down, I suggested we go to a dive bar in the neighborhood. I texted May and told her she would have to stay late.

The place we went was the kind where there were bras hanging from the rafters and girls dancing on the bar. I was older than most of the girls there, but I knew I was also hotter. Brad got us shots and we did two immediately. I asked him to dance but he said he'd just watch. On the crowded floor I quickly drew interest from the just over college age boys who were packing the place. A couple of them in particular started to dance with me. Feeling horny, I was sure to give them the rubbing and grinding they were hoping for. I looked over at Brad and saw him doing another shot, looking at the girls dancing on the bar with a goofy grin. I decided to try something really naughty.

I asked Bobby, the better looking of the two boys, if he was up for an adventure. Bobby eagerly assured he was and I told him I needed someone to lick me until I came. He promised he was the man for the job. I told him about my husband and pointed him out, and the kid showed off his college smarts by asking his buddy to distract Brad. 

Soon Brad was doing another round of shots and playing pool with his new friend as I snuck off to the dirty bathroom with my new friend Bobby. The boy was no expert, but I directed him to do exactly what I wanted. At one point I even grabbed Bobby's long hair and pushed his face into me telling him to lick faster. After I came we both realized there were people waiting for the bathroom, and we exited with embarrassed smiles. I was ready to leave, but Brad's pool playing partner wanted me to reward him for his efforts. He asked me to get up on stage for a dance, and Brad nodded dumbly, the weed and the drinks making him very agreeable. 

As I danced on the bar for the boys I made sure to give them a show to express my appreciation. I danced above them so they could see up my skirt and turned to shake my ass for them. They threw me dollar bills, bought me shots, and yelled up various requests and fantasies.

It turned me on to know that they were rock hard for me but could only look. It was also hot that my husband was not far away, leaning against the wall, head bopping to the music. After a couple of songs a bartender yelled out for last call, and I took this as a cue to head home. The boys helped me down, both of them groping my ass as they did so. 

Bobby's friend escorted me back to my husband, his hand on my ass the whole time. The three of us talked a little and at one point I felt the boy try to get his hand under my panties. I moved away and I think this finally alerted Brad that things may be going too far. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and said we had to leave.

Brad dozed a bit in the taxi home, but I was still feeling the high off the night's adventures. I quickly realized that I could use May as a way to keep the adventures going. When we got home I gave her a big hug, telling her she would have to stay for drinks. I made sure she drank quickly and refilled her glass as we sat down to chat. I decided it would be best to remind May of her submissive role with me, and asked her if she would mind giving me a foot rub after all the dancing. I twirled my feet to tease Brad, who had a bit of a foot fetish, and perhaps to tease May as well. 

As I watched May kneel before me, I knew I could get her to pretty much do anything I asked. It turned out she was actually quite good at foot rubs and I moaned appreciatively. I looked at sweet May, trying hard to please me, then noticed Brad also appreciating the young babysitter. I reached over and squeezed his cock. As I suspected he was hard. 

"Mmm...somebody is excited." I teased. "May, look at how excited Mr. Taylor is."

May looked up to see me holding Brad's cock through his pants,. She looked back down and I could see her flush bright red. 

I stroked Brad's cock through his pants. "Don't be shy May...feel it." I paused for impact, "I bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's."

I realized that May wanted to please but was too shy and proper to do what I was instructing. I grabbed her hand and placed it around my husband's cock. May was very embarrassed but she didn't move her hand away. 

"He's bigger than your boyfriend isn't he?" I taunted. May nodded agreeably. 

I could see Brad was very excited but also nervous. If only he knew what a slutty wife I had been I thought. 

"Show her you cock honey." I cooed. "May should see for herself."

Brad was drunk, stoned and horny. He did as I told him, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock. I laughed as he let it go and it flopped back uselessly, then I took it in my hand and stroked it. Finally I took May's hand and placed it on his cock, which made it jerk with excitement. I put my hand around May's small fingers and helped her stroke up and down. I saw May looking at me as if I were a goddess she needed to learn from. I took my hand away to stroke her hair and she giggled sweetly and continued to stroke. 

"That's a good girl." I said gently, and immediately May's face brightened. She became even more eager to stroke my husband just right, likely thinking he would cum soon. I decided to push her further.

"Why don't you suck his cock May?" 

May suddenly pulled her hand away from my husband's cock and started to stutter "I...I c...can't Mrs. Taylor. I mean I..." 

I responded in a nonsense way, "May, remember when I came home and you had your boyfriend here?"

May nodded, ashamed and chastened.

"Did you suck his cock in this house May? Tell the truth." 

May bit her lip, then nodded slowly, eyes down as she remained kneeling.

"Don't you think it's disrespectful to suck another boy's cock in a man's house, then refuse to suck his when it's right in front of you?"

May looked up at my me, then again at the cock before her. 

"Go on May, you can do it." I instructed soothingly, rewarding her with strokes of her hair.

May hesitated, bit her lip, then shifted herself so she was between my husband's knees. May finally took his cock in her small hand, titled it towards her and took it in her mouth. She was clearly trying to impress me by showing me all she had learned. She took just a little of it in, licking it like a lollipop. Brad groaned and I could see May was pleased with herself. Finally May started to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth. May looked up at me, blowing my husband, but looking into my eyes for approval. 

I told May how good she was doing, then leaned over to kiss Brad. I decided to make this even more special for him, tweaking his nipple the way he loves. This seemed to push him over the edge and I could see he was about to cum. I mouthed the words 'swallow' to May and watched my husband shoot into her mouth while I played with his nipple. May looked up at me, with cum dripping from her mouth, hoping for approval. I stroked her hair gently and told her what a good girl she was. I smiled as I thought of the possibilities to use this eager pleaser on an ongoing basis.



The Submissive Cocksucker



Rachel was a happily-married 41-year-old mother of three. She and her husband, Brian, had been married for sixteen years, and for fourteen of those years she worked as a stay-at-home mom. She organized play dates for her kids, attended PTA meetings and performed all of the other tasks -- fulfilling and mundane -- associated with that role. She took great pride in being a good wife and mother, and had no regrets about putting her career on hold to raise her kids.

When her youngest child entered first grade, she decided it was time to re-enter the workforce. She didn't need the money. What she needed was to feel like her old self again. She had spent so many years entrenched in the awesome and selfless responsibilities of motherhood that she felt she had lost a bit of her identity.

She landed a job working at an airport in Chicago. It was a 45-minute commute for her each way, and as a new employee, the only shift available was one that began at 3:30am. This required her to wake up at the ungodly hour of 1:30 each morning -- the middle of the night for most people. Brian told her she was insane for taking that job, and encouraged her to find another one, but she loved her new career. She thrived on the fast-paced chaos of the airport, the excitement of customers heading out on vacation, and the satisfaction of working with such a large and diverse group of people on a daily basis.

She also enjoyed all the attention she received on a daily basis from her male customers and co-workers. With her long, curly red hair, pretty face and stunning green eyes, she had always stood out from the crowd. Her new uniform complemented her firm, petite body, C-cup breasts and heart-shaped ass. Unlike some of her female co-workers who wore dress pants, Rachel opted for a skirt, which rose just above her knees, revealing her smooth and shapely legs. She also wore the highest heels her employer allowed, which added an extra sexy element to her attire.

She had spent so many years in "mom-mode" that she hadn't really thought of herself as a sexual being for quite some time. This new-found opportunity gave her a renewed appreciation of her sexuality. She was pleased to discover that she was still attractive and desirable, and she enjoyed reacquainting herself with the art of flirting. As her confidence soared, and she became friendlier and more outgoing, she only seemed to become more attractive to the men she encountered on a daily basis.

Her favorite shift at the airport was working alongside the security team. With the exception of one, it was an all-male team that seemed to relish the opportunity to be shamelessly flirtatious with her. Often, they would try to make her blush by saying something dirty or off-color. Without hesitation, she would return their remarks and innuendos with responses that were even dirtier, and the men would all erupt in laughter. She enjoyed their locker room banter and playful flirtation, and working with them quickly became her favorite part of the week.

One security agent, in particular, seemed more smitten with Rachel than the others. Oscar was a handsome, older man with a nice smile, although he didn't often show it to anyone beside Rachel. He was about six feet tall, with gray hair and piercing blue eyes, well-built, and possessing the no-nonsense demeanor of someone who had once served in the military. Beneath that hard exterior, however, was someone with a wry sense of humor and a dirty mind. Among the entire security team, he was the only one who could succeed in making Rachel blush. He was crude and lewd, cocky and confident, and she found him strangely appealing. Although he was 17 years older than she, and married for nearly as many years, she could not deny the attraction she felt toward him. There was just something about him that made her feel nervous and excited whenever he was near.

While working side-by-side with Oscar on one particular occasion, Rachel learned that he lived in a neighboring town, and that he made the same long, early-morning commute to and from the airport each day. He suggested that they carpool together to save gas money. She hesitated for a moment, and worried that commuting alone together might create a scandal at home and work. But when she mentioned it to Brian that night, he had no problem with it. He obviously didn't see this much older man as a threat to his marriage, and he trusted her enough to give her plenty of freedom. The following week, she and Oscar began commuting together.

Free from the interruptions of the workplace, their flirty banter and dirty conversations intensified and became more personal. Unprompted, Oscar shared the details of his sex life, and explained that he is constantly horny, but that his wife is no longer interested in sex. With the exceptions of his birthday, their anniversary and random rare occasions, they simply weren't having sex at all. He tried to talk to his wife about it, but the issue caused too much friction, so he eventually gave up. Aside from the lack of sex, they had a good marriage, he explained, and they were happy with their relationship.

Rachel felt obligated to share the intimate details of her sex life as well. Unlike Oscar, she and Brian had a satisfying sex life -- at least from her standpoint. They had sex about once a week, and although it was good, it had also become rather boring and predictable. They always had sex in the dark, at the same time (after the kids had gone to bed), in the same place (in bed), and always following the same pattern of foreplay and intercourse. But she had no complaints, and their relationship was as solid as ever.

"That doesn't sound like a bad arrangement at all," said Oscar. "I would take sex once a week in a heartbeat." After a pause, he added, "especially if it were with you."

Rachel blushed. He had that effect on her.

Although she had shared the personal story of her sex life, she omitted an important aspect of her sexuality that only she recognized to be true. Brian was a good, modern-day husband who shared the housework equally and treated her as an equal partner in their relationship. He was kind, considerate and thoughtful, which was why she married him in the first place. In many ways, he was the ideal husband. But in the bedroom, Rachel had always felt as though something were missing. She couldn't quite define what that was until recently, when she came to the realization that she wanted Brian to take more control in the bedroom and be more assertive.

Rachel had always been a selfless and giving person, and she felt much more comfortable giving sexual pleasure than receiving it. But it was more than that. She wanted to be used. Instead of worrying so much about what she wanted or how she felt, she wanted Brian to just take over and use her body as he wished. He would often ask her to have sex, and more often than not she would say no. What she really wanted was to be told and not asked; to be taken whether she liked it or not.

When she first came to this realization, she feared there was something wrong with her. She was embarrassed to admit these feelings to herself, never mind share them with anyone else. People knew her as a strong, assertive and outspoken woman. No one -- especially her husband -- would ever suspect that she felt this way. But after doing a little research on the internet, she realized that there were others -- millions -- just like her. They called themselves "sexually submissive." There was an entire subculture of submissives and their "masters", and many took this relationship to extremes that even she could not imagine. But this desire she had was undeniable, and now she had a name for it.

She tried to talk to Brian about it, but he didn't seem to understand, and when he pressed her for details and an explanation for why she felt this way, she backed off, dismissed it as unimportant, and changed the subject. It was embarrassing to have to explain this strange, yet burning desire to the man she loved so dearly. He understood her so well, and yet it was likely that he could never understand this aspect of her personality. She barely understood it herself. And even if he could somehow understand it, she doubted that he had it within him to give her what she needed. He was far too concerned about her needs to ever be as selfish, dominant and assertive as she needed him to be.

Rachel and Oscar continued to commute several days a week on average. Their work schedules did not always align, but when they did, she looked forward to these long commutes where she could always be assured of a stimulating conversation.

She took great joy in Oscar's reactions whenever she would say something particularly dirty. On a few different occasions she noticed that he would shift uncomfortably in his seat and attempt to hide the bulge in his pants. And although she tried not to stare, she was fascinated by the size of that bulge. She couldn't help but wonder what this old man was packing, and the curiosity was so intense, she nearly came right out and asked him a few times before stopping herself.

"What do you enjoy most about sex?" Oscar asked during one of their commutes together. It was his turn to drive, and he was clearly feeling hornier than usual, as he kept bringing up the topic of sex whenever there was a lull in the conversation.

"I love giving blowjobs," Rachel responded, and then thoroughly enjoyed the look on his face. It was true: she loved giving head, from the time that she first began having sex as a teenager. There was something about giving a man such pleasure that really turned her on, and until her recent revelation she never understood why she enjoyed it so much. A blowjob was all about a man's pleasure, and there was nothing in it for the woman except for the submissive enjoyment of giving that pleasure to her master. It all made sense now.

"And I'm really good at it," she added, after allowing that first statement to hang in the air for a while. This was also true. Brian often told her that she was the best he ever had, and it was not the first time she had heard that opinion. Every boyfriend she ever had told her the same thing. There was something unique about her technique, apparently, that really drove the boys wild. The fact that she enjoyed it so much was likely a contributing factor.

Enjoying the reaction she was getting from the driver's seat, she continued to explain how she used to give her boyfriends blowjobs all the time when she was younger whenever -- and wherever -- she could: in the car, behind the school, in the women's room at a fast food restaurant, and once even in a changing room.

As she spoke, she couldn't help but glance at the growing bulge in Oscar's pants. The curiosity was eating away at her, and the words came out of her mouth before she even realized she was saying them.

"That's quite an impressive bulge you have there," she said, motioning with her eyes toward his crotch.

"You wanna see it?" he asked.

She expected him to be embarrassed, but instead he seemed proud of it. His confidence was so intoxicating.

"Sure," she said, calling his bluff.

They had just pulled off the highway, and he veered off to the side of the road and slowed to a stop. Her heart was racing as he reached for his zipper. Was he seriously going to do this? Although she was trying to appear calm, she could feel her body slightly shaking, and pulses of electricity were sent directly between her legs. Was he bluffing? Should she tell him to stop?

He looked right into her eyes as he unzipped his fly and reached into his pants. It was almost arrogant the way he did it. There was neither fear nor hesitation on his part, and that only added to her arousal. It took some effort, but he eventually freed his cock from his pants and Rachel uncontrollably gasped.

She had only been with five men in her life, and each of them was roughly average in size. She had seen large cocks in porno movies, but never in person -- until now. Oscar's cock appeared to be at least two or three inches longer than her husband's, but what impressed her even more was the thickness. She had never seen a cock that thick, even in dirty movies.

"Well?" he said with casual confidence. "What do you think?"

He was fully erect, and nearly purple in color. He had a giant mushroom-shaped head that looked as though it wouldn't fit through a soda can, and she noticed a large pool of pre-cum had formed at the opening as he squeezed his shaft.

"You're leaking a little," she said softly. Then, without thinking about what she was doing, she reached down with her index finger, wiped it along the tip of his cock, gathering the pool of pre-cum, and seductively placed it in her mouth.

Several lines had just been crossed, and that act seemed to snap Rachel back into reality. She had just seen another man's cock, touched it, and tasted his cum. What on earth was she doing?

The situation was so absurd and unexpected, she couldn't help but laugh. Oscar laughed along with her, breaking the tension, and reluctantly put his dick back in his pants. She changed the subject immediately, and they continued the rest of the way without mentioning what had just happened.

By the time she returned home, Rachel was feeling confused and guilty, but more than any other feeling, she was unbelievably aroused. The kids were all at school, and Brian was home alone, working. He greeted her in the kitchen, and without saying a word she dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants, took his dick out and hungrily engulfed it. He was hard within seconds, and she rose to her feet and led him into the livingroom, where she removed her skirt and panties and knelt over their footstool.

Brian took her from behind and pounded into her wet cunt hard and fast. She was thrilled to be used in such a way, and she could soon feel him reach the point of climax. But then he slowed his pace, seemingly waiting for her to catch up to him. It was sweet and thoughtful, but it wasn't what she wanted from him at that moment. She desperately wanted to be taken and used and punished for what she had just done.

She pretended to reach an orgasm, and that prompted Brian to pound her harder until he unloaded inside her with a great moan. She hadn't actually finished, and chose to savor the rare feeling of being so horny. She gathered her skirt and gave him a kiss.

"What was that all about?" he asked. They hadn't had spontaneous sex -- especially in the daylight -- in years.

"I just felt like it," she said with a smile. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!"

It was Thursday, and she wasn't scheduled to carpool with Oscar again until the following Monday. For the next three days, she could not stop thinking about Oscar's thick cock. She imagined what it would feel like to hold it in her hand, to taste it and lick it, to put that enormous head in her mouth, to take it deep into her throat. She was so sexually charged, she initiated sex with Brian again on Friday. She couldn't recall the last time they had sex two days in a row. And he enjoyed the unexpected affection so much, he didn't dare question her motives.

It seemed as though weeks had passed when Oscar showed up in her driveway at 1:30 on Monday morning. He greeted her with a warm smile, and they engaged in casual chat as he drove toward the highway. Finally, she had to say what she had been thinking for days.

"I can't stop thinking about what you showed me last week."

He grinned wide. "You liked that, did you?"

"Maybe," she said, playfully.

"Maybe you'd like to see it again," he said. He didn't wait for an answer, but simply pulled into a deserted parking lot just before the on-ramp.

He parked the car in a darkened corner of the lot and looked at Rachel. Her eyes were locked on his. Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and unzipped his fly.

"You take it out this time," he said. He wasn't asking. He was telling her what to do. And this sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her body and straight to her pussy.

She hesitated for only a moment, and then slowly reached over. She didn't want to think about what she was doing, and seemed to step outside of herself to allow it to happen. She put her hand inside his open zipper and found his soft, warm cock. She could feel it growing larger and harder already, and it took some effort to free it from his pants. Finally, she had it out of his pants and in her hand. She was astounded by the heft of it, and as she gave it a few soft strokes, it grew even heavier.

Within moments, he was fully erect. She held a firm grip around his shaft and stoked him slowly up and down. His cock was so thick, her petite fingers could not even touch. She could feel him throbbing in response to her touch. His breathing became heavy, and she could tell he was enjoying it.

"Now suck it," he said in a low voice. Another command. She was powerless. She felt compelled to do whatever he commanded.

Without removing her hand from his cock, she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned forward into his lap. She placed her lips just above his swollen cock head and paused for a moment, and her hot breath caused his shaft to twitch in her hand. Her heart was racing and her pussy was throbbing in sync with her heartbeat.

He gently placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her soft, warm mouth over his head and down his shaft. He filled her mouth so completely, it was difficult for her to breathe. Although it was an awkward angle, she managed to swirl her tongue along the underside of his shaft as her moist lips slid up and down. This elicited a deep and low, animal-like, moan that she found incredibly sexy.

She continued to bob up and down in his lap, taking him deep into her throat -- as deep as she could without gagging -- and then back up to his enormous mushroom head. She could feel him pulsating in her mouth, and his moaning grew louder. She had only been working on him for a couple of minutes, but she could sense he was already about to explode. She liked that she could give him such great pleasure in so little time.

He continued to hold the back of her head, and pushed her down more forcefully as he drew closer to climax. Suddenly, he thrust his hips upward and elicited a loud groan. Her mouth filled with his hot cum, and there was no other choice for her but to swallow it. Any other option would have left a mess that would be difficult to explain. She couldn't recall the last time she swallowed cum. She used to do it routinely when she was younger, and continued doing so when she and Brian were dating. But at some point, for reasons she could no longer remember, she stopped.

To her surprise, she discovered she enjoyed the taste of it. It was both salty and sweet, and seemed to taste differently than she remembered. It also made her feel incredibly dirty, which only added to her pleasure. As soon as she swallowed, her mouth filled with cum once again. She couldn't believe how much cum she had drained from him. It had obviously been a long time since he had last ejaculated.

When the final wave subsided, she did her best to clean his shaft with her mouth one last time, and then withdrew with a delicious slurping sound. He was still throbbing in her hand, and she licked his cock head one last time, just to make sure she had tasted every drop.

Her pussy was throbbing so intensely that she felt as though she were on the verge of an orgasm herself. Just one slight touch to her clit, she thought, and it would push her over the edge. But she resisted the urge to touch herself, leaned back in her seat and buckled her seat belt. She looked over at Oscar. He was breathing heavy and readjusting himself. He looked so handsome in his uniform, she thought.

"Well, you weren't lying," he said, finally breaking the silence. "You are damn good."




The Submissive Cocksucker



When she arrived back at home that day, she once again attacked Brian as soon as she walked through the door. She had experienced times in the past where her libido seemed to spike without reason for a period of time before returning to normal, and he just assumed this was one of those times. Having been deprived of sexual excitement himself, he decided to enjoy Rachel's heightened sexual appetite while it lasted without questioning the reason behind it.

As for Rachel, she felt overwhelmed with internal debate. She had always been a faithful wife, and had never given any serious thought about cheating on Brian. She justified her actions by insisting that she wasn't really cheating. She wasn't in love with Oscar, and they weren't having "sex" in the modern-day definition of the word. She was using him to fulfill her sexual needs as much as he was using her. By servicing him, she was able to satisfy that nagging itch to be sexually submissive.

She had always felt uncomfortable about sharing that aspect of her sexuality with Brian, and now he didn't have to know about it. Because she was so sexually fulfilled and horny, he was benefiting from this arrangement as well. He was happy, she was happy, and Oscar was certainly happy. Even Oscar's wife was better off, she reasoned, as Rachel was doing the work that Oscar's wife refused to do. Oscar's marriage was better off because of what she had done.

The following day, it was Rachel's turn to drive to work. She picked up Oscar at his house, and they enjoyed their usual casual and flirty conversation, but there was no mention of what had happened on Monday. She wondered if perhaps he regretted what they had done. Wednesday's drive to and from work also passed uneventfully.

On Thursday, Oscar decided to drive, and after picking her up at the usual time, he took a detour from his usual route and parked in a commuter lot near the highway on-ramp. Without saying a word, he parked the car near the back of the lot, took his already-firm cock out of his pants, and held it for her. She smiled, dutifully unfastened her seat belt and began sucking his dick like a good submissive slut. Within no time at all, he pumped his hot load into her hungry mouth, and she happily swallowed every drop. She continued to suck and lick until she was sure he was finished, and then sat back in her seat. He gathered himself together, and continued driving toward the highway.

They had seemingly reached a silent understanding of their mutual arrangement. He seemed to understand her need to satisfy him as much as he needed to be satisfied. Not a word was spoken until they had traveled a mile down the highway. He broke the silence by talking about an issue he was having at work, and it was as if she hadn't just sucked this man's cock to completion. She felt oddly comforted by his casual attitude toward this new aspect of their relationship. For the first time in a long time, she felt "normal."

The following week followed a similar pattern. They carpooled together five times that week, but only once did he take a detour into the commuter lot. Although their conversation would often revolve around sex, rarely did they discuss what they were actually doing together. Mostly, they just discussed their families and jobs.

"You really like sucking my cock, don't you?" Oscar asked her on one of those rare occasions.

"Yes I do," she admitted. "Very much."

"I can tell," he said. "You really are amazing at it. Maybe the best I've ever had."

She didn't know how to respond. "Thank you," she replied with an awkward giggle.

"Have you always been that good at it?" He was clearly getting aroused by their conversation, as indicated by the growing bulge in his pants.

"I think so," she answered. "I've always had plenty of compliments. Brian taught me a lot when we were first together. Showed me how he likes it."

"Do you always swallow?" he wondered.

"No," she said, blushing. "I save that for you."

Although it hadn't occurred to her before he asked the question, she realized her answer was true. She was saving that act especially for him. It seemed like the proper behavior for a submissive slut to swallow every drop of her master's cum, and doing so reminded her of her role in their relationship. She realized that even in the recent days since she began blowing Oscar, she still hadn't swallowed Brian's cum. It just didn't feel right to do so.

That weekend, Rachel was scheduled to work on Saturday morning, but then had Sunday off. Brian had taken the kids to visit his parents, leaving her home alone for the weekend. She enjoyed the time on Saturday to simply collect her thoughts. At around 5:00 that evening, she received a text from Oscar. He knew that she was home alone, and asked how she was enjoying the peace and quiet. After a few casual texts back and forth, he texted:

I'm working tomorrow morning. Thinking of swinging by for a visit on my way.

The words sent shivers of pleasure to all the right places, and she immediately began to consider all the erotic possibilities. They would be alone together in her house. Would he want to fuck her? Although she was incredibly curious to know what it would feel like to have his large cock inside her, she wasn't ready to cross that line. She had still convinced herself that what she was doing wasn't really sex, nor was she really "cheating." Aside from that, he had explained to her once that they couldn't have intercourse because his wife would discover her "scent" on him. But since they would be at her house, he could take a quick shower, she thought.

She had great trouble falling asleep that night, and set her alarm for 1:15 so that she would have time to greet him at the door. She only had a couple hours of restless sleep when the alarm went off. She hurried out of bed, brushed her teeth and fixed her hair. She was wearing only black lacy panties and one of her husband's T-shirts with no bra underneath. She didn't want to give Oscar the impression that she put forth too much effort.

He arrived at her doorstep promptly at 1:30, and she greeted him with a warm hug. After exchanging some brief small talk, she led him away from the windows at the front of the house and into an adjoining room. He leaned in and kissed her, and she melted in his arms. He let his large, strong hands roam over her body, and roughly grabbed her ass. She loved the way he was so aggressive, and she could sense his hunger for her.

He lifted her shirt and put both of his massive hands on her tits, and she moaned with pleasure. He then bent down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She didn't particularly enjoy having Brian play with her tits. He would tease and play with her nipples, and it was an uncomfortable, ticklish sensation. But Oscar was forceful and rough. He put her entire nipple in his mouth and sucked deep and hard. It was an entirely different sensation for her, and she immediately felt overwhelmed with the urge to reciprocate.

She gently pushed him away and dropped to her knees, fumbling with his belt buckle. She took his pants down to his ankles, and then lowered his boxers, and his massive cock sprung forth at full attention. It was already glistening with pre-cum, and she quickly put his cock head in her mouth and cleaned it off. At long last, she was finally able to suck his dick at a proper angle. Rather than their standard awkward position of leaning sideways across the front seat of a car, she was now facing him directly, and could properly use her tongue to lick and press against the underside of his shaft.

She was also able to take him deeper into her throat from this angle, and he groaned loudly when she took him all the way into her throat, with her nose pressing against his belly. She withdrew completely, savoring the moment, and noticed his large balls dangling below. She lifted his heavy shaft and flicked her tongue over each one. He was moaning loudly -- far more loudly than usual -- and she knew she had him on the edge.

It was time for her to relieve his pressure, so she slid his entire cock into her throat once again, and bobbed her head quickly back and forth until he gave that familiar shutter and her mouth filled with hot and salty sweetness. She swallowed it all and continued sucking until the shutters subsided.

She began to rise to her feet, but to her surprise, he pushed her back down to her knees and reinserted his cock into her mouth. He then held her head and began fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. Incredibly, he was still rigid. Only a few minutes later, he surprised her by shooting another load of cum into her mouth. And once again, she swallowed it all like a good submissive slut.

She had never before been with a man who could cum twice in a row like that, and she was dumfounded. She had several questions to ask him about that, but he had to leave. He pulled up his pants, buckled his belt, and kissed her good-bye. The kiss wasn't nearly as passionate as the first, and she assumed he was probably turned off by the taste of his own cum. He really didn't know what he was missing, she thought to herself.

When Brian returned with the kids, Rachel quickly ushered him into the bedroom to have her way with him. The experience with Oscar had left her intolerably horny, and she was practically climbing the walls. While Brian was fucking her, her thoughts continually turned to Oscar, and she imagined what it would be like if he were fucking her instead. She determined to find a way to experience that -- just once. The curiosity had consumed her in a way she couldn't understand.

"I've never been with a guy who can cum twice in a row like you did the other day," she confessed during their next ride together.

"I can't do it all the time," Oscar replied. "It seems like once isn't enough sometimes. For some reason, it felt extra good last time. Whatever you were doing differently, it felt incredible."

She explained that it was simply a matter of having the right angle. And from that moment on, he didn't make any more detours into the commuter lot. The next time he needed a release, he stopped his car in her driveway and brought her back through the door and into her garage. He took his dick out of his pants, and she dropped to her knees and sucked it right there while kneeling on the cold concrete floor of the garage. 

From that point on, whenever he would text her as he left his house to let her know that he would be "about five minutes early", she knew that he needed to be serviced. She found an old, rolled-up carpet remnant in the corner of the garage, and when he arrived in her driveway, she would be waiting for him, kneeling on that carpet. Sometimes, if they had time, she would continue sucking him after he had cum, and would coax another load from him. She found it incredibly arousing to give him such pleasure.

Several weeks passed, and she continued to look for a way to satisfy her aching curiosity. When winter arrived, a large snowstorm was in the forecast. Although most businesses would be closed the following day, and all flights would surely be cancelled, the airport was to remain open. To accommodate their employees, a hotel was secured, and employees were given the option of claiming a room. Rachel immediately recognized this as a golden opportunity.

Both she and Oscar were scheduled to work the following morning, and she quickly claimed one of the available rooms. She texted him, and (as always) chose her words carefully and let him know that she was booking the room and would not need a ride the next morning. He responded that he had booked a room as well, and she immediately knew what that meant.

That day, she drove to the drugstore and picked up a small bottle of lubricant. She had never used lube before, but she had also never been with any man with a dick the size of Oscar's. She was worried that he might be too big for her to handle, although that possibility was also incredibly exciting. She was so filled with anxiety, she felt as though she were having sex for the first time.

She tried not to think about the ramifications of what she was about to do. Her relationship with Brian, and the affection she felt toward him, hadn't changed a bit. In fact, since she began servicing Oscar, she felt that her relationship with Brian had never been stronger. She finally felt emotionally "complete," and Brian and Oscar filled two completely different needs within her. Oscar provided her with a level of satisfaction that Brian simply couldn't provide, and Brian provided her with comfort and emotional satisfaction on a completely different level.

On the night of the big snowstorm, Rachel had dinner with her family. As soon as dinner ended, she packed and said good-bye to Brian and the kids. It had just begun to snow as she left the driveway, and by the time she arrived at the hotel, it was coming down at a steady pace. She went straight to her room and texted her room number to Oscar. She then turned on the television and waited.

About an hour later, she heard a knock at the door. She peered through the hole in the door and her heart raced. She opened the door while carefully hiding behind it. Oscar entered the room and she closed the door, revealing that she was completely naked. She had never been naked in front of him before, and she thought it would be a pleasant surprise for him. Now that she had actually done it, however, she immediately felt self-conscious. Any doubts she had about herself were immediately erased by the look on his face.

He embraced her immediately, and kissed her passionately while his hands longingly explored her entire body. Her hands went straight to his belt buckle, and she worked to remove his pants as quickly as possible. As they continued to kiss, she lifted his shirt, and he helped her with it. Soon, they were standing before each other completely naked. Incredibly, his dick looked bigger than ever.

As had become second nature to her, she dropped to her knees and put his cock in her mouth. He was already fully engorged, and the thrill of having his large, swollen member in her mouth still hadn't dissipated even months after the first time she had experienced it. She felt a burning desire to feel the hot rush of his cum fill her mouth once again, but she resisted the temptation to relieve his pressure. She needed to feel him inside her.

With his cock still throbbing in her mouth, she withdrew completely and reached toward the nightstand, where she had conveniently stowed her lube. She squeezed a generous amount over his shaft and spread it with her hand. She then moved to the bed, lay on her back, and pulled him toward her.

They shared a passionate kiss, and as their tongues played together she held his hard cock between her legs and rubbed it along her slit. She then positioned his massive mushroom head at her opening and braced herself. He plunged straight into her, and she emitted a loud gasp as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. He filled her so completely, unlike anything she had ever felt before. When she thought he had entered her completely, he pushed in even further, and she could feel him press hard against her cervix. It was uncomfortable at first, but she shifted a few times and found a more pleasurable angle.

He spread her legs wide and she dug her fingernails into his back as he thrust into her harder and harder. Just as she was beginning to reach the peak of her climax, she felt him shudder. He pushed deep within her and emitted a loud groan. He continued to hold that position and groaned several more times until he finally withdrew. A massive amount of cum trickled out of her pussy, down the crack of her ass and onto the sheets. He gave her a sweet kiss and retired to the bathroom to clean up.

She remained in bed, still teetering on the edge of an orgasm. When he returned from the bathroom, he collapsed onto the bed, and she immediately reached down and played with his soft cock until it began to twitch in her hand. She wasn't finished with him quite yet.

She slid down the bed and placed his cock to her lips, licking and teasing him a bit before taking it completely into her throat. She swirled her tongue around his balls and the base of his cock until she could feel it expanding. For the next 15 minutes or so, she continued to slowly work her mouth and tongue around his cock until he was completely hard. She then withdrew and straddled him, with her pussy hovering inches above his swollen cock.

She lowered herself slowly onto him until he was all the way inside, and began rocking back and forth -- slowly at first, but then quicker and quicker. As she did so, she rubbed her clit, and her rocking motion became more and more intense. In no time at all, she felt an incredible wave of pleasure ripple through her body as she reached a tremendous orgasm. She put her hand to her mouth to stifle a scream as she continued to buck back and forth, up and down, on his massive cock. Her orgasm continued for an extraordinary amount of time, and when it finally subsided, she was completely exhausted.

But now it was he who wasn't done. He flipped her over roughly onto her back and spread her legs wide, wedging his elbows behind her knees to hold her there. He then plunged his throbbing tool into her and fucked her deep and hard. His body was glistening with sweat, and he had an intense and determined look on his face. He continued to pound her with tremendous force, shaking the bed with each thrust.

It was becoming uncomfortable for her, and she desperately wanted to ask him to use her lube, but she knew he was close to another orgasm, and she didn't want to stop him in the middle of it. So she closed her eyes, breathed deep and allowed him to continue pounding away at her for the next several minutes until finally he gave a great moan and shudder. At last, his muscles relaxed, and she felt another impressive amount of cum leak from her pussy onto the bed; hot at first, but soon becoming ice-cold.

She got little sleep that night, as her mind was racing. For the first time, she felt as though she had cheated on her husband. Her relationship with Oscar had always been about fulfilling her need to be submissive; to be used in a way that Brian was incapable of using her. But that night had been different. That night, it was all about her selfish pleasure. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have his massive cock inside her, and now that she had experienced it, she wished she had remained curious. Not that it wasn't pleasurable. On the contrary, it was perhaps the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. But their relationship wasn't supposed to be about her pleasure.

They only managed to get a few hours of sleep when the alarm clock went off, and they began showering and dressing for their early-morning shift. As soon as she awoke, she noticed how sore her pussy was. It would be at least a week before she could have sex again, and she began to think of excuses to give to Brian once she returned home.

She and Oscar rode in silence on the ride to work on the airport shuttle. Something had changed in their relationship. They had grown closer over the past several months, and their conversations grew more and more personal. She realized she felt real affection toward him, and suspected that he felt the same way about her. But they had crossed a line that didn't feel comfortable to her, and she desperately wanted to return to their former relationship, where she was simply his submissive cocksucking slut. It was the only role that made her feel "normal."

Nearly a month passed before she received her next text. She had just stepped out of the shower, and her heart raced when she read it. She quickly dressed in her skirt and stockings, blow-dried her long, red hair and applied her makeup. She quietly emerged from the bathroom and sneaked a peak at her sleeping husband as she gingerly opened the door of their bedroom. He was a sweet man, and she loved him with all her heart. She smiled, revealing that cute dimple on her cheek that always drove the boys crazy.




The Submissive Cocksucker



She quietly tip-toed down the stairs in her stocking feet with her high heels in her hand, and then wore them once she reached the bottom of the stairs. She checked the kids' bookbags and ensured they had everything they needed for school. She looked at the time, and hurried downstairs to the basement. She opened the door to the garage and produced the rolled-up carpet from the corner.

She unrolled the carpet in front of the door leading to the driveway, lowered herself to her knees, and waited in the darkness. Moments later, headlights appeared through the window of the door. The headlights disappeared, and were replaced by the soft glow of moonlight. His shadowy figure appeared at the door, and he opened it and walked into the garage.

She heard the familiar sound of his zipper. He held it out for her, inches from her face. She opened her mouth wide, and he fed it to her. It tasted wonderful and filled her mouth so completely. And for the first time in a while, she felt complete as well.



The Submissive Cum Slut



Isabella, I love women and my favorite of all types is a Lady, strong and self-assured in her public life, a submissive cum slut sexually. I would never make it as rapist, if a woman isn't into what we are doing my cock will not get up. On the other hand if a woman shares her desires with me, my cock will be hard as a rock and I can give her damn near anything sexually she wants. I do like it that way. Since you enjoy being a Submissive Cum Slut, I’ll tell you something that I did get into, with a bi-lady friend of mine. 

Susan (not her real name) and I have done some serious Hot and Nasty things over the years. I have shared a couple Ladies with her. Ladies that had let me know while we where fucking, they had never done a woman, but would like to. One that Susan brought to the table, was a married lady who liked it rough. Susan had been tying her up and forcing her to eat her cunt and fucking her with a strap-on, once a week for a couple of months. This young mother had a husband who she thought was very up tight about sex and she had a lot of fantasies. Well after one of these play rape sessions, she ask Susan if she would get a guy to Rape her. 

Lucky for me I had just gotten back from a job, two months offshore Africa, when Susan called and asked me to come by. You have to know I try to take care of things as soon as I get home, bills etc, that build up while I’m gone. Her words were something like " I want you to lay on the floor, so I can squat over you with your dick in my ass. While I tell you about a little married lady that wants to be Raped by a man" Isabelle let me tell you, my cock was harder then hard. I ask when, she said how about right now. I said give me forty-five minutes to get across the river. She said " If I know you, you’re going to take a shower, do it here and we can play a little Water Sports". FUCK everything I had to do, I was out the door.

I’ll tell you a little about my friend. It seems odd to me but I always forget how small Susan is. She is a powerful Lady, head of her department at work, not one to whine or worry what others are thinking. Plus she is a true Hard Body, a lot of light weight repetitions and running. She is in her early forties but looks late twenties. To top it all off, she can be trusted.

The only time Susan enjoys cock, or as she likes to call it "Dick", in her pussy is when you are lubing it up for her ass or she has it buried in her pussy and is pissing up a storm. I know it sounds odd, but having your cock buried to the hilt in a Juicy Pussy and Hot Piss running down your Nut Sack, causes me to dump a load every time. She can also cummm just sucking a cock. Susan told me she likes to get a guy off with her mouth first because she can cummm sucking a dick and he will last longer when he is pumping her ass. She doesn’t trust many people, so when she wanted to try the whole bondage, submission, pain thing, I was the one who helped her find her limits. The truth is she enjoys being the whipper more then the whipped and the rapist better then the raped. She has her submissive side, but mostly she likes to lead.

Yes, she had pissed with my cock buried in her tight juicy Cunt. I was sitting on her toilet, Susan had my seven inches buried grinding on the base, I had two fingers in her ass. She was telling me all the ways she had made this guys wife cummmm, when she let go with her Hot Piss. As soon as I felt it on my nut sack I blew my load. When Susan cummes like that her pussy is like a milk machine, Loose Tight Loose Tight , over and over.

We showered and cleaned each other up, while Susan explained how she had come about acquiring her rape lover (We’ll call her Amber, again not her name). She had worked for Susan for three years. There had been no chance that Susan would make a move on her while they worked together. She knew enough from the things they had talked about, that Amber was not happy with her sex life and was damn sure she would eat pussy. Amber’s husband had been promoted and she had quit to be a full time housewife. About three months later she had called Susan on a Saturday morning and asked if she could stop by and talk for awhile.

As Susan told it, she had known, "There would be a some pussy eating going on". While they where having some coffee and small talk, Susan had said "Amber get up and come around this side of the table", Amber had without question. Susan turned her chair away from the table so Amber was standing right in front of her. She had opened her legs wide, taken Amber’s hand and guided her between her thighs. "Amber don’t say a word, you can leave or reach down under my robe and touch my pussy" She hadn’t hesitated, she bent slightly forward and covered Susan’s mound with her hand. 

Amber had known just what she was doing. She had rubbed her whole mound with the palm of her hand. Then lightly pinched Susan’s Lips and Clit, letting one finger just graze her opening. Susan grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulled her face in and stuck her long tongue in Amber’s mouth. After a long tongue sucking kiss, Susan had pulled on the back of her neck, till Amber was on her knees. She told me, she had slide her ass to the edge of the chair and ask Amber if she wanted to eat her juicy pussy. Amber had looked up at her with a helpless look on her face and said, " Oh Please make me do it". Susan had promptly grabbed her head by the hair, with both hands, and jerked his face into her crotch. She said it was hot, this little housewife and mother, on her knees in a pretty sundress, sucking and tongue fucking the Cummmm from he juicy cunt. Susan had finished that round by making Amber lay on the kitchen floor. She had her pulled her sundress up, her panties aside and stuff three of her fingers in her very wet fuck hole. Susan set on Amber’s face facing her fast moving fingers, reached back and grabbed a hand full of Amber’s hair and pulled her face into her ass. Amber had needed no instruction. Susan told me, "The only thing going faster then Amber’s fingers, was her tongue in my ass." 

Susan hadn’t had a true submissive to play with in quite awhile, so she had used Amber well that morning. After they had both gotten off several times, Susan had told Amber how things where going to be. 

1. She could stop anytime she wanted! 

2. As long as this continued Amber was to tell no one! 

3. This is not love, it’s Fucking Cummmm Lust! 

4. Amber was not to let her Lust interfere with her family life. 

5. Amber was not to come over, call or contact Susan in anyway, except between seven and noon on Saturday mornings. 

6. Amber could beg or say No, and Susan would not stop whatever she was doing to her. Amber must say "Sundress" if she needed to stop. Susan would stop as soon as she heard that word.

She next gave Amber the opportunity to leave. When she didn’t, Amber was told to get her clothes off and get on her hands and knees on the living room floor and " Do Not touch yourself". Susan went to her bedroom and got some toys. A set of handcuffs, a blindfold, a set of nipple clamps, a jar of special lube she had made up, a medium butt plug and a very fat 6" dildo. The blindfold went on first. Next Susan got behind her and stuffed the fat rubber cock in Amber’s very juicy fuck hole. Amber was next made to lay her tits flat on the floor, keep her ass up and put both hands behind her back. On went the cuffs. With her ass invitingly in the air, Amber had the lubed butt plug forced in her ass. Susan told me Amber had not made a sound up to that point but as the plug opened her asshole, she moaned, shuddered and Came. While she was still Cummming, Susan had grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up till she was kneeling. Nipple torture is one of Susan favorites, she loves to give and receive. She pinched and pulled Amber’s big nipples until she elicited several whimpers and attached a nipple clamp to each nipple.

"Amber you are going to tell me everything sexual you have ever done! If I don’t believe you have told me everything, I will never use you again." Amber spent the next hour or so, on her knees, telling all. It boiled down to this. She had a pretty normal childhood, a little touch feelly with some other kids. Amber and her husband had started going together in Junior High. They had staid together until they where married after college graduation. They had done nothing but a little touching. Both where virgins when they got married, well Amber was sort of a virgin.

In her sophomore year, Amber had been raped by one of her Sorority Sisters, her roommate. The thing was Amber had always had fantasies of being forced to do Nasty things. It had started when her roommate had come in a little drunk, after being the center of attention, for several cocks. She had slapped Amber a couple times and made her clean out her well fucked holes. Amber told Susan she had cummm several times, just sticking her tongue up her and tasting the sperm filled pussy and ass. After that Amber was a goner. Her Sorority Sister had told her, I’ll leave your virgin little snatch alone, your wimp husband to be can have that. Till she graduated Amber’s roommate and many of her boyfriends raped her mouth and ass. The truth was, she loved it, just as long as she was made to do it.

Since college, 8 years, Amber had only been with her husband. It boiled down to, a missionary stile sex life was driving her nuts. She loved her husband but she had a NEED, a need to be made to do Nasty things.

We had hatched our Rape plan with me flat on my back on her living room floor. Susan had stood over me letting me watch as she lubed up her asshole. She faced my feet in a slight squat, reached between her legs and finger fucked her own ass with lubed fingers. At one time she had two in her cunt and two in her ass. She turned around with what I call her" Fuck Face" on. It’s a look she gets that means pure animal lust. "Hold that Cock of yours straight up" With her I pinch the base between two fingers so I can get my hand out of the way fast. With that she squatted down, put both hands on my chest, wiggled her ass till the hole was at the tip of my Cock and drove herself to the base.

As Susan pumped her ass up and down my meat, she got into the details, how, when and where we where going to Rape Amber. Every few words she would dig her fingers into my chest, shudder with a small Cummm and continue. She gave me one of those Nasty Fuck Faces of hers and said " Use her like you use me, when I’m in my Submissive Slut Mode" Susan grabbed the back of my neck pulled my face to hers, stuck her hot long tongue in my mouth. I pinched both her nipples hard and shot off as she ground her asshole around the base of my Cock and Came.

Susan had not told Amber if she would get her a man or not. What she had told was not to bring it up again, Susan would think about. Amber had not a clew when a nicely dressed man with a briefcase, knocked on her door at eight o’clock on a Monday morning. Susan had taken the day off for the event. I had made my own sacrifice no Cummming for three days. We wanted plenty of Jezzz for Amber.

We had set down the street and watched as her husband left for work and the kids caught the buss for school. Susan was to wait in the car for ten minutes, by then I would have her tied and blindfolded. Amber would not know this wasn’t the real thing till I had finished my part and Susan joined us. It would be as real as we could make it, without hurting Amber. When Amber started to open the door I gave it a shove. As I came through the door she fell back on her ass. I shut the door and in a firm voice, ordered her not to look at me. Get on your stomach! Being the natural submissive she was, Amber flipped herself over and buried her face in the carpet.

I sat astride her back, pulled her head back by the hair as far as I could and told her, " If you want to live Bitch, do exactly what you are told. I lowered her head and opened my briefcase. First the blindfold went on. Next I cuffed her hands behind her back, with a set of leather cuffs. I pulled out my 6" Buck fold knife and opened it with a snap, right next to her ear. I let the flat side of blade touch Amber’s cheek. She shuddered and made a whimpering sound. As I started cutting her clothes off, on the living floor, Susan came in and quietly shut and dead bolted the door. 

Susan went to the back and locked that door as well. I pulled Amber to her feet. Where is your bedroom? In a very soft and shaky voice she said, "The end of the hall." I pulled her down the hall by her hair. Once in her bedroom, I forced her to her knees. Don’t move Bitch. Susan was in the bedroom door naked, with the video camera running. Open your legs wider, again Amber quickly complied. As soon as I had my clothes off, I stood in front of her and rubbed my Cock across her face. She didn’t move, just knelt there and moaned. I knelt beside her, took one nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched until she gasped. 

I leaned close to her ear and whispered "Have you ever had a Cock, besides your husbands, in your Cunt?" Amber whispered No. I reached behind her and stuffed two fingers in her very juicy pussy. Well you’re about to, I’m going to have my Cock and Cummm, in your Cunt, your mouth and that tight asshole of yours! Amber had the first of her many orgasms on my fingers and Susan was getting it all on video. I quickly got behind her, kneeled on top of her legs, just below the knees and shoved her forward. That put tits on the floor and her ass in the air. I put the head of my Cock just at the entrance to her Cummming Cunt and slammed it in to the balls.

Amber was one, long twitching orgasm, as I drove her to the floor. I hovered over her in the push-up position, with the head of my cock just in her. As soon as her orgasm subsided, I said, "Now Bitch, pump that Cunt of yours on my Cock till I blow my load." To bad you can’t see the video, Amber pumped her ass back against me like a jack hammer. I get off ex-hard whenever a woman is enjoying her fantasy. As Amber pumped that first load out of me, I collapsed on top of her, her ass still pumping back. On the video you could clearly see her get off again and again. As I rolled off, Susan moved in with the camera and got a great shot of my Cummm leaking out of Ambers still quivering Cunt.

We left her lay for a few minutes, while we went to kitchen, for a drink and to get Susan off. You might say, Susan was in a high state of arousal. I lay on the kitchen floor while Susan set on my face, both hands pulling my head into her juicy woman hole and force fucked my mouth. It only took about 30 seconds for her to grind her Cummmm onto my mouth and face. I had the urge to throw her down and stuff my rapidly expanding cock up her, but we weren’t done with Amber.

Susan had the camera going again as I rolled Amber onto her back. First I made her tongue fuck my ass, while I pinched and stretched her nipples. Again, our more then willing, rape victim was cummming and doing wonders to my ass-ring with her tongue. When I was ready, I pulled Amber back to her knees, took a hold of her head by the hair and forced my cock in her mouth. "Don’t move I’m going to use you mouth! The next time you kiss your husband, you’ll have the taste of my cock and cum in your mouth." This set her off again and I dumped my second load in her mouth. After I pulled out, Susan got a beautiful shot of Amber, with cummm on her lips, licking my cock with her tongue.

There was only one hole left to violate, I made Amber tell me what was next. Her first response was "fuck my ass", for that I pinched her nipples Until she gasped and whimpered. Not good enough cummm Slut, now say it right. She was at a loss, just the way I wanted her. I leaned down by her ear, while pinching both nipples, and whispered, "Beg me to Rape your Asshole, on your and your husbands pillows"

It was one of the nastiest things I have ever heard, the passion and need Amber put into those words. She pleaded and begged as I took the two king-size pillows from the bed and stacked them in front of her. Now bitch, lean over those pillows, with your ass in the air and keep begging. Susan put the video camera down knelt and started working my half-hard cock with her mouth. The combination of Susan’s mouth and Amber with her ass in the air, begging me " Please Rape my Asshole, Oh please Rape my Asshole", had me hard again in no time.

Again I knelt on her legs, grabbed her by the hair, put my cock head against her ass ring. I pulled hard on her hair and forced her asshole open and buried my seven inches to the balls. She never stopped cummming the whole time I pounded into her ass. A few times I pulled all the way out and waited till it had closed, then rammed it back in. I had had two cumms in a short period, so I was able to give her asshole the Raping she desired. Susan got in close when I was ready to cummm and got a great shot, of me pulling out and shooting my cummm into Amber’s still open asshole.

As Amber lay there over the pillows, Susan and I stood back and watched as she recovered. My cummm was still dribbling out of he now closed pucker and running on to her pussy lips. Susan gave me a kiss, leaned down and licked my cummm from Amber, pucker hole to pussy. She on cuffed her hands, took the blindfold off and helped, a still shaky Amber to her feet. 

I have always enjoyed watching two lovely women tenderly kiss and caress each other. When I joined them Amber was telling Susan , "Thank You, it was better then I could imagine!" She turned came into my arms and gave me a deep kiss. Amber told us, she had had no idea, that what was happening to her was not the real thing. She had loved all of it every cummming second. 

While I was putting her cut-off clothes, blindfold and cuffs in my briefcase, Susan told Amber about the video tape. She told her if she wanted to see herself being Raped, before their next session, she had to come to Susan’s now. Well she was more then willing so we quickly dressed and headed to Susan’s for the Grand Premier of our Rape video. We all got several more times at Susan’s.

Isabella when a woman shares their Fantasies we me there is no greater turn on. I could never do those things to a woman who didn’t want it but when they do I can fulfill their Fantasy and enjoy do it. We had the pleasure of playing together several times. It ended when Susan convinced Amber, that since she loved her husband, she should let him know that she wanted to be dominated sexually. Susan had meet the guy, when her and Amber worked together, she was sure he would go for it. Well Susan was right and Amber’s husband jumped at the chance. Of course she didn’t tell him what had come before. The three of us had our last cession at Susan’s while the video played and then we destroyed it.

Yes it’s a true story and we enjoyed every fucking second.

Karl



The Submissive Fantasy



When I wake up in the morning there is a note on the bathroom mirror from you.

"My pet when you wake you will do your normal routine, then you will eat breakfast nude of course as you always do, then and only then open the envelope that waits for you at the kitchen table. And pet, don't waste time you are on a schedule today."

My heart skips a beat and I am instantly aware that you are able to make my juices flow even by just a note, aware of the need that I already have awakened with, that familiar need between my legs. 

I instantly think about running to the table and opening the envelope but think better of it. I know that pleasing him is all that matters to me. I instead decide to start the shower. I steam the bathroom nice and warm then step in and prepare myself for him. I wash my hair with the spiced vanilla shampoo then conditioner and let the water warm my body. Then I take my razor and shave my pussy as I always do making sure that I am as smooth as a baby's skin. I continue on to my legs. 

My mind is reeling because I know that you have something special planned as you always do when there are notes and envelopes involved. 

I take the oil and rub it all over my body before stepping out of the shower. My excitement takes hold of me and I cannot get dried off fast enough to get to the kitchen. I go to the kitchen and there it is on the table. I bite my bottom lip wanting to open the envelope now not after breakfast. I decide a bowl of cereal is in order since that is the quickest thing I can think of to make.

"Got to get to that envelope," I think to myself. I eat staring at the envelope the entire time. I am eating faster than I normally would. 

Finally I am finished and wash my bowl and place it in the dishwasher. I leap to the table and grab the envelope. 

"Pet I trust that you have followed my instructions thus far and now I want you to go to the bedroom and open your closet. Inside facing you I have prepared what I want you to dress in. You will put on ONLY the garments that I have chosen. You will then finish your makeup and leave the house at exactly 11:00am. You are to drive to the Hilton on Broadway and announce to the man at the desk that you are my pet. He will give you a key to a room where you will wait for me there. Do not lock the door. There are further instructions waiting there for you."

My heart is pounding as I go back to the bedroom and open the closet. There hung neatly all on one hanger is a black see thru teddy with slits open for the nipples and a thong panty. The only other garments are my black leather coat that comes only down to mid thigh, a pair of thigh high stockings, and black four inch heels. I take them out slowly and my mind is going crazy ... he wants me to wear nothing but this under my coat!

I take the teddy and put it on. My nipples poke thru the slits perfectly as they are already hard from the excitement I feel coursing thru me. I run my fingers over them admiring the hardness of my nipples. Then I put on the black lacy thong. I roll the stockings up my legs and put on the heels. Then I sit and finish my makeup, wondering what it is that you have planned. Finally the red lipstick that you picked for me is applied last and I am ready to put on the coat. 

I take my keys and drive to the hotel. I take a deep breath, walk inside and go to the counter. A tall man, not bad looking, stares at me from behind the desk. "Oh my god, this man knows!" I suck in a deep breath and say "Hello, I am Master's pet." I can feel his eyes trying to burn away the coat from my body. This makes me very uneasy as he just continues to stare. 

"Of course you are," he says as he turns and takes a key from behind him. 

"Your Master has left this for you." He hands me the key and hesitates just a second before letting it go. I look him in the eye and pull the key from his hand turning towards the elevators. Once inside I look at the key it has 412 printed on the tag. I push 4 and as the doors close I finally breathe again. 

I step off the elevator and walk down the hall. As I pass the rooms I am approaching voices. I step in front of the door for room 410 there are several men standing inside the room laughing loudly and talking with the door open. I dare not slow down and quickly put the key inside the door for 412. I enter and lean against the door as it closes. I feel very vulnerable letting men see me this way. You know it makes me uneasy. 

I am yours and don't like to feel threatened and vulnerable, it excites me but am still wary when you are not with me. 

I drop the keys on the dresser and then realize that you told me not to lock the door, my mind goes back to the men next door. I can still hear them laughing and talking thru the walls. 

I panic, "what if they know that the door is not locked?" "What if you don't get here in time." "What if they barge in and want to do me harm or even rape me?" I then hear them come out into the hall and slam the door to their room shut. I hear footsteps getting fainter as they walk away down the hall. I breathe a sigh of relief. They are gone. 

I turn and look at the room now slipping off the coat and placing it on the chair. There on the bed is another note and a blindfold. There is a bottle of champagne on the nightstand chilled and one glass. I pick up the note.

"Very good my pet, now I want you to follow my instructions. The champagne is for you, drink and relax. Then I want you to lay on the bed, put the blindfold on and think of me. I will be with you as soon as I can. DON'T touch yourself. DO NOT CUM. Master"

My body betrays me and I am wet for you already. It is only 11:45am now. I prop up on the bed and pour the champagne. After two glasses I caress the soft leather blindfold, slip it over my eyes and fasten the buckles in the back. 

I lay back on the bed with my head on the pillow and think of you. I love your body and the things that you make me feel. You play me like a violin and know how to make my body respond to your touch. I long for you always feeling my fingers trace over my body. First my neck, then down to my tits feeling the material that almost covers them, then to my nipples still hard and aroused, then down my tummy until I reach my pussy. I feel the heat and dampness on the crotch of the thong. I want to make myself cum, 

I don't think that I can't wait...I don't know how long you will be. Then I remember your note, "I cant cum, he has told me not too" I take my fingers away from my body and lay there...soon slowly drifting off to sleep and letting the champagne relax me.

I wake to the feel of a tongue lapping at my nipple...."aahh Master you're here" I try to move to put my fingers in your hair while you lap at my nipples only to find I CANT, my arms are strait out and bound with restraints and my legs are open to each corner of the bed and I cant move! ...the tongue is relentless on my nipples now I feel your teeth nipping at them and sucking on them harder as you feel my response to being bound like this....

"Master you don't have to bind me...you know that your slut will do as you wish" your mouth continues to torture my nipples sucking harder and biting at my tits....then I feel hands groping my tits and the material being ripped away.

My breathing is coming shorter and faster now and I yelp at the sudden violation. My chest heaves with each breath as I am excited beyond belief by now. I feel the thong being cut away from my body...why you are not talking to me? I have no idea but decide to go along with you and not question, I know that I will be punished if I question you.

I feel you get off the bed and realize that I can hear the men next door back in their room talking loudly as they were before. I then hear a zipper then pants falling to the floor. I can hear you breathing as you get back on the bed and I feel your breath between my legs so close to me... then your tongue renews its attack only now its on my pussy. Slowly you lick my slit opening me like a flower peeling back one petal at a time. I moan with pleasure as my body responds. 

Then you get deeper with your tongue while your hands go right back to my tits kneading them and slapping them. I throw my head back and moan arching my back to give you better access. You are now rolling my clit with your tongue and sucking it between your teeth.

"I cannot stand much more Master. You're gonna make me cum." Still nothing, then all of a sudden your assault on my clit gets faster sucking it in your mouth then popping it out over and over until my orgasm explodes and over takes me.

"Oh shit Master I cant stop it, I'm cummmmmmming!!!!!!!!" I am thrashing wildly as I am trying to get away from the mouth that is assaulting my clit and pussy. You continue slowly until my orgasm subsides then I feel you get on your knees and lean forward between my legs. With one thrust you are inside me, all of your cock deep inside I can feel your balls hit the bottom of my ass. You are so deep! 

My pussy tries to accommodate you but before I can get used to it you are thrusting again almost pulling all the way out then back in violating my pussy with no love, no tenderness, just your raw lustful need to fuck. 

Harder and harder you pound into my body deeper and deeper until you feel your orgasm build, coming up from your balls into the shaft and then it hits you. You grunt like an animal as you fill my pussy with your hot cum. It feels like you will never stop cumming, stream after stream of hot fluid fills my pussy then you stop deep inside me until you grow soft...you pull out. I can feel your cum drip out of me and slide toward the back of my ass. I feel you get off the bed and then silence again. 

What are you doing I wonder as I let my body rest from the workout you have just given me wondering what comes next. 

Then I hear the door open and close again. Suddenly you are straddling my chest and I feel the head of your cock pushing at my mouth I open and take you in. You lean forward forcing me to almost swallow all of your cock when I gag you stop but do not pull out.

You let me adjust just for a second and then you plunge into my throat. I cannot move and I cannot breathe. I try to relax as you grab the back of my head and hold me down on your cock. You start fucking my mouth now not letting your cock come out not very far and then right back down my throat. You have never been this brutal and rough before and I wonder what has gotten into you. 

Did I do something to displease you? Is this my punishment? My mind tries to compensate for the fucking that my face is taking. I try to struggle to get a breath each time you pull out some but I'm only able to get enough to hold me until the next push. Then you grunt and moan as you unload into my mouth forcing me to swallow as the warm cum goes strait down my throat.

I don't know why but the whole act just turns me on and I moan as you pull out of my throat. Now you are putting something else in my mouth. I feel the ball gag go in and you pull my head up to fasten it. I try to say something but you have stopped me. Then my worst fear is happening...you speak and I don't recognize the voice.

" Well, well, you have been such a good little slut. How about we really get this party started now." Panic runs through me like a freight train. The door opens and I hear more voices.

"How is she? Looks like a hot piece of ass to me" 

I try to struggle against the restraints to no avail. I am hooked in tight. I am now a restrained, gagged, blindfolded, and naked cum dripping slut. I moan and mumble something that you do not understand and I try to scream but I just hear laughter. 

I try to count the different laughs and cannot count more than three before hands are all over me groping and twisting my nipples and slapping at my pussy. Panic has totally consumed me as the hands open and start to finger my dripping pussy. As much as I am frightened, my body betrays me and I can't help but respond to the attention to my pussy and tits. 

"Hey this slut likes this shit..."

"Well then lets give it to her. We would not want to disappoint the little whore." Another voice chimes in.

A cock suddenly pushes towards my opening and slides in my pussy needing no prepping. I moan into the gag as my hips start to meet the thrusts and soon my whole world is spinning. The gag is removed and another cock takes its place in my mouth. 

Hands are groping my tits and squeezing them hard pinching and twisting until I want to scream. The cock in my pussy is pounding without mercy at me. I am being violated and there is nothing I can do. 

I give in to it. I must get through this and get back to Master. The man in my mouth cums first telling me how fucking hot my mouth is as he shoves his cock deep into my throat. This sends my pussy into convulsions as my orgasm overtakes me which in turns sets the cock raping my pussy into it's own orgasm. 

The cock in my mouth is withdrawn and the gag is replaced. I try to swallow what I can of the cum that is still in my mouth so that I can breathe easier.

Another voice speaks " Turn this hot bitch over I'm gonna fuck her ass."

Then my restraints are removed one by one the whole time they are telling me that if I try to get away it will be the last thing I ever do. I comply and let them guide me turning me around until my head is at the other end of the bed and I am on my knees, ass in the air. I feel someone on the bed behind me.

"Oh yeah this is gonna be good." He says as his finger is inserted into my ass. Another is added mixed with the cum already dripping out of my pussy. 

"This slut is so tight" he says and I moan out loud now. 

I am so grateful that the restraints and the gag are gone. I feel a cock rubbing along the slit of my pussy then entering my pussy while the fingers are still fucking my ass. Then the fingers are replaced with the cock, inch by inch as it is invading my tight asshole, without stopping. My ass is slowly but steadily impaled with the invading cock. Then he starts fucking me slowly at first then faster and harder with each stroke.

There is no getting away and I now realize I have two choices either enjoy this or fight it. I have no idea how many men are here so fighting is not an option here. 

"YES please fuck my ass!" I cry out meeting the thrusts in my ass. We start fucking each other like animals, no love only raw animal need.

Another cock is pushed against my lips and I open my mouth willingly taking it in. Then I feel another person on the bed and another cock is pushing at my wet pussy, I moan around the cock in my mouth. 

"Fuck me, fuck me all of you" I say then suck the cock again like I needed it, as if it were the very air that kept me alive. 

My whole body is on fire now and I cannot stop the orgasms from coming one after another as I am being used in every hole. Harder and deeper the cocks are giving my body this pleasure and pain mixed in a way that I can no longer tell them apart. It all becomes pleasure to me as I am wracked constantly with explosive orgasms. Then I feel my bowels filling with a load of cum and then my pussy and my mouth. I have truly become a cum slut for these men. 

Nothing more to them but a receptacle for their spent loads. I am used over and over again this way for hours. I have lost count of the different cocks and no longer have any idea how many there were. They pull out of my battered and abused body one at a time. The one in my pussy last to leave. 

I drop myself onto the bed totally exhausted and spent. 

They all leave me alone for a few minutes then I hear the door open and close. They are gone. Still blindfolded lying there, my body so sore that I cannot move I hear your voice

"My pet, you have made me so happy tonight, take off your blindfold my precious pet"

I do as I am told and letting my eyes adjust to light again I see you sitting in the chair in front of the dresser. I can only smile as I realize that you were here the whole time by the smile that is on your face. 

You come to the bed and help me to my feet and walk me to the shower and get in with me washing my body with such tenderness as I have never felt. Your hands so gentle on my skin. You dry me and take me to bed and hold me in your arms while we sleep together again just like any other night. 



The Submissive Gene: Ch. 01



The day I met Stacey Erskine, I was wearing a gray Winnie-the-Pooh hooded sweatshirt and a pair of off-the-rack jeans that fit me so loosely that I could grab up almost an entire handful of denim before they began to reveal the curve of my ass. A pair of white Keds, well-worn and stained from cutting grass, and an oversized drugstore purse completed the ensemble. And my brown hair, which was still almost to my back in the unfashionable style I had favored since pre-adolescence, was scraped into a ponytail and held by a white and pink, flower-patterned Scrunchie. I was twenty-five pounds overweight and thirty-nine years old.

I remember all of this because it would turn out to be one of the most important days of my life. I remember it, because now it fills me with a mix of revulsion and mortification so fierce that I wish I could return to the night I burned that hideous outfit and burn it again, then again, then again. I wish I could take my sluttiest pair of heels, the black and red ones that are my mistress' favorites, and grind out the ashes until there was nothing left, not even a memory, of that sad woman in the gray hoodie and mom-jeans. Even the memory is enough to fill me with overwhelming shame.

Standing there on the porch of the Erskine's upscale suburban house, however, I felt no shame for my appearance. I didn't know to. I hadn't yet been taught. I was still only a wife, only a mother. The realization hadn't yet come to me that I could be so much less, and yet so much more than that. No one had yet explained to me who I was, what I was for.

Sure, I knew I looked a mess, but a mother of three was supposed to look like a mess. After ringing the doorbell, I even gave myself a cursory inspection in the reflection of the door's window, lamenting my lack of make-up and the disheveled state of my hair in the offhanded way that I often did. If I only had time, I'd think. But there were more important things in life than appearances. I was married, happily enough, or so I thought. Who was I trying to impress? Still, I figured I could put forth at least a little more effort.

I opened up the disorganized sack that served as my purse and rifled through the hodgepodge of clutter—a veritable treasure trove of cough drops, Kleenexes, Band-Aids, and ointments that served as my Supermom preparedness kit—until I found one of the many tubes of lipsticks that rattled around in my collection of junk. I hastily smeared it on using the glass of the door as an impromptu mirror. It was a boring shade, barely different from my natural skin tone. Afterward, I did my best to examine my pursed lips critically.

Even back then, I think I understood that something was missing, that there was this emptiness in my life. At times, I would catch a glimpse of my reflection in the bathroom mirror or see myself in a photo and think: who is that woman? Who is that pathetic creature? When did I give up? When did I stop being a person? These moments of self-awareness were always fleeting, though, and soon the fire of epiphany would be smothered with excuses. This was growing up. This was being an adult. I had a family, responsibilities. Life wasn't about adventure; it was about stability. And in that regard, I was the picture of accomplishment: purposely, completely, painfully stable.

I had just such a moment on that porch. I examined the travesty, the pedestrian caricature I had become, in my sloppy outfit, with my fat cheeks, pursing my lips in the doorway of a stranger, and I was repulsed, saddened by what I saw. I could remember a time-which seemed further and further away with each casserole I made, every homeroom party I planned—when I had been a woman, when people had noticed me, when I had noticed myself, for something other than the efficiency of my grocery shopping and the consistency of my cooking. 

Just as quickly, it was gone. I rationalized it away, as was usual. Of course I looked like shit. I'd just gotten done with the yard. I'd vacuumed the stairs that day. I'd run a thousand different errands, been a taxi service, a soccer enthusiast, a make-up artist, a field medic operating on a particularly nasty skinned knee. I was lucky to look as composed as I did. 

I focused on the lipstick. It was a nice color, a complimentary color. Much better, I thought. I looked good, damn good, then, the unavoidable quantifier, for a mom.

I was saved from further contemplation when a tall blonde woman about my own age with sharp, clinically beautiful features came to the door. Though the autumn sun was already sinking behind me, she was still dressed for work in a well-tailored striped suit jacket and matching skirt. She held a glass of dark wine in the long fingers of her left hand, which sported a hulking wedding ring and an equally splendid diamond bracelet. The latter of which was the twin to a necklace she wore that dipped low enough to accent a pair of impossibly perky breasts displayed by the sharp cut of her outfit. From her hair, shoulder length and perfectly held, to the tan, well-muscled shape of her calves, she was perhaps the most well put-together woman I had ever seen. I couldn't remember a moment in my life where I had managed to capture the easy elegance that she exuded framed by that doorway in the fading September light. Not even in my most meticulous moments, at my senior prom, at my wedding. And this, for her, was seven-thirty on a Tuesday.

She opened the door just slightly. I fought the urge to put on more lipstick.

"May I help you?" Her expression and tone were polite if not openly friendly.

"Mrs. Erskine?" I was surprised to find my mouth suddenly dry and my words a bit more rushed and high-pitched than I intended. "I'm Mrs. Bauer. My daughter, Ericka, goes to school with your daughter, Tabitha. They have Chemistry and English together? Mrs. Johnson's class and Mrs. Pendleton's class? I was wondering if I could speak with you."

The other woman waved the hand with the wine glass languidly and let out an ethereal little laugh. "Please, please, there're a few too many 'Mrs.' in this conversation. I'm getting confused. Call me Stacey." She looked at me expectantly. 

"Renee." My own name felt kind of foreign in my mouth. I said it so rarely. I was always Mrs. Bauer.

"Renee," she said the name again as if testing the way it tasted on her tongue. "It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I have heard so much about your little girl. Tabby speaks of her incessantly. I'm told they're very close."

"She does?" This information was unexpected. My daughter had explained their relationship much differently. "Close" was not an adjective she had used.

"Absolutely. Tabby was even hoping that they might attend Dartmouth next year; that way they could be roommates."

"Roommates?" It was the first I had heard of that. 

"Oh, to be young again. There isn't much I wouldn't give to be where they are: the world in front of them, a best friend by their side, a behind you could bounce a quarter off of." Looking at the way her skirt hugged her tight posterior, I couldn't imagine the woman had much to be envious of, not even an eighteen year-old. 

"Well, to be honest, that isn't exactly how my daughter portrays things."

"What do you mean?"

"Uhh, that's why I came to speak with you, Mrs. Erskine-"

"Stacey," she corrected.

"Sorry. Stacey. I'm concerned that your daughter might be...bullying Ericka." 

"Bullying?" One of her eyebrows arched at this.

"I'm afraid so." I shuffled my white Keds awkwardly at this. The entire conversation made me uncomfortable. Bullying, what had at one time been a rather commonplace and generally ignored fact of teenage life, had become a hot-button issue in the wake of some well-publicized and tragic instances.

"Bullying Ericka? I can't believe it. Are you sure? Tabby is so fond of her." Stacey seemed doubtful, but there was a catch in her voice, as if the news might not be entirely unexpected.

"I have very good reason to think so, Mrs.—sorry-Stacey."

"I see." She took a drink of her wine and held it in her mouth thoughtfully before swallowing. "Well, you'd better come in."

"Thank you," I said, as she held the door wide for me. "I'm sorry for the trouble. I know this seems overly involved of me."

"No such thing," she said, before leading me through her house, which seemed even bigger on the inside and was opulently decorated with carefully arranged accents and sweeping paintings, all of which seemed tied together in some theme I couldn't quite grasp. "Every mother should show such interest in her child's well-being." 

I followed behind her as she sashayed her way down a long hallways, her hips making tight, controlled figure-eights as she walked. I had never been overly attracted to woman beyond a simply aesthetic appreciation, but there was something about her, something captivatingly original, like she was the very first woman, carved from some faultless block of marble, and all others were just pale plaster copies of her. At least, that's how I felt, a little less worthy, less genuine with each second I remained in her presence. 

Without trying, I pictured her naked, her toned legs working under her firm ass, a perfect economy of motion, bare except for her black leather heels. I was startled by the lewdness of my own imagination. What are you thinking, you big lezzie? My husband, Ron, who held the same affection for lesbianism that many men did, would have been thrilled at such thoughts, might even have bumped our bi-monthly love-making session up to once a week. Not that I really minded the infrequency. I was so tired all the time. I doubted Stacey Erskine had such issues. She was probably getting it twice a day and had energy to burn afterward. Another image of Mrs. Erskine came unbidden to my mind, this time of her naked and writhing, sweat glistening on her skin. Seriously, Renee? Blushing furiously, I cast out the unwanted fantasy and did my best to focus on the middle of her back as me moved through the house. 

We ended up in the kitchen, a sparse modern room with sterile-looking appliances and practical furnishings, seated at a small metal café table, where Stacey poured herself another glass of wine, and one for me, as well, despite my protests.

"I don't usually drink."

"Come now," she offered. "Don't make me drink alone. I'll feel like an alcoholic." I thought about pointing out that she had been drinking when I arrived, but something about her smile and the polite but insistent quality of her voice compelled me to remain silent. Not wishing to give offense, I cupped my hand around the glass, a great wide-rimmed stem-less container that Stacy filled slightly more than half-way, but did not drink.

"I hope I'm not intruding. I'm sure you're busy. I would have called ahead but I didn't know your number."

"Nonsense," she countered. "Roger and Tabby are at a photo shoot. You're saving me from the trial of my own company. I'm dreadful as a solitary creature. Never was much good at entertaining myself. I always preferred playmates, even as a girl." I tried to picture her as a child. I couldn't. Each attempt ended with me stamping those intelligent eyes, those full expressive lips, on a little girl's too small face. The end result was like a Picasso, all angles and insufficient space. Stacey Erskine could never have been something as defenseless as a child. She must have been born fully-formed from her father's imagination, like Athena.

"Roger is your husband?"

"Yes. He's a psychiatrist. He spends half the day trying to crawl into my head and the other half trying to get up my skirt. But at least he has the good sense to be perverse in both regards. If you're going to marry a man, make sure he is inventive enough that his libido never outruns his creativity and wealthy enough that his vices never outstrip his wallet. That, or one foolish enough to leave you too much time and dumb enough not to figure out how you use it." She gave a wink at that last part. I was sure she was kidding. Still, I was shocked by her crassness. I had never heard a woman speak that way. 

"Is it just Tabby? I mean, as far as children?" I was eager to change the subject back to something I was more comfortable and familiar with.

"Just my tabby cat. She's enough. Thinks she's a model these days and she has the ego to go along with it. And you?"

"Three. Two girls and a boy. Ericka is the oldest. Anthony is six. Then Kayla is in the middle. They're the lights of my life, the reason I get up in the morning."

"Three? I can't imagine. Just raising Tabitha seemed, at times, like an impossible job. Three..." She made a whistling sound then paused and thought for a second before cocking an eyebrow at me with a grin. On a lesser woman it would have seemed a leer, but Stacey Erskine seemed incapable of something as common as a leer. "Perhaps you just enjoy the making them part. I know when Roger and I were trying it was labor of love, to say the least. We were nothing if not persistent, before breakfast, in his office at lunch, in the bathroom at dinner. Whenever I was feeling the least bit receptive, here'd come Roger. I think I spent most of that year with my legs in the air or standing on my head to improve the chances. Took almost a year to hit the spot. Not that conception slowed us down. By then it had become a habit. Did you develop a little addiction of your own?"

"I-uh-well, I mean, w-we tried of course. Well, we, it, uh, didn't take long, you know?" I was stupefied by her brashness. How could she be at once so elegant yet so patently audacious?

"Oh, I understand. You're one of those extremely fertile women, aren't you? Built for sex, huh? Do you have good hips? You seem like you might have good hips." The way she looked at me when she said the last part. Was it appraisal I saw in her eyes? I was uneasy with that look, but also thrilled by it. It had been a long time since someone had looked at me in that way. If she even was. No, of course she wasn't. Still, I wished desperately that I had dressed better, that I had done my hair, that I was a different person. 

I wanted to pull my eyes to the side, to look away politely, but I was unable to. She held me with that look—it couldn't be lust-like a hand under my chin. I blushed furiously and, to my great shame, let out a strangled little noise, something between excitement and exasperation. With no other recourse, I dove into my wine glass, which seemed more akin to a fishbowl than to the narrow flutes that I had used the few times in the past years that I had actually drank. The vintage was potent, hot and bitter on my tongue and it filled my chest with a warm sourness. Being generally out-of-practice with alcohol, I drank a bit too much in my first couple swallows and the wine found its way to my cheeks remarkably quickly. 

Having never had truly good wine, I was taken in by it, by the nuance of it. It contained so many different flavors, and hints of flavors, little allusions to the possibilities of flavors. Plum and little hints of jam tapped on my tongue, while a curl of leather and black pepper whispered from the background. It was far removed from the simple Barefoot white wine I infrequently drank when Ron and I used to go out with friends—before we simply became too busy for such things-or the cheap, frizzy sweetness of the discount champagne we sometimes drank on special occasions like New Year's Eve. As it spread through me, it evoked a sensation of fullness, of complexity, and I relished it like a child who had discovered a kaleidoscope for the first time: examining all the colors and shapes. My life was challenging, but never complex, like juggling an armful of perfectly dull, colorless balls. 

The wine was the first new thing I'd experienced in longer than I could remember. I let it wash over me, becoming so lost in the blissful unfamiliarity of it, that I it wasn't until my glass was empty and the last of the astringent red fluid had passed through my lips that I remembered that I wasn't alone. 

I sought out my host, who, oddly enough, was only eyeing me with an inquisitive, somewhat satisfied look on her face. My embarrassment at sucking down my wine like some kind of desperate junkie mixed with the alcohol to produce an even deeper blush. For her part, Stacey merely poured me another glass, this one even fuller than the first and gifted me with a dazzling smile. My pulse felt quickened, and I didn't know if it was from her or the wine.

"Tell me about this bullying," she said mercifully.

And I did, grateful for the escape rope. Without making eye contact, I told her about the nicknames, the teasing. In a rush, tripping over my words, I blabbered and blurted, about the day Tabitha and the rest of her gang, who Ericka unaffectionately referred to as "The Razor Girls" because they were all so thin and perfectly sharp, cut my daughters hair. The words poured from me; I wanted them never to end, knowing that if they did, I would have to once again face the silent intimacy of the kitchen table and Stacey's piercing stare. What was it about this woman that made me want to simultaneous spill my guts and run for the hills? Without pausing for breath, I inform the other woman that the other girls, led by Tabby, often took my little girl's clothes from her gym locker, hiding them about the room, forcing Ericka to walk around mortified and naked while the girls giggled and made oinking noises. I described the way my daughter had cried when she told me, how she had shook with anger and embarrassment and begged me not to intervene. Then I explained to Stacey why I couldn't refrain.

"Ericka is a very bright girl, pretty too, if in an unconventional way. What she isn't, is involved. And with college just around the corner, we both think that she would do well to add a couple extracurricular activities, just to pad her application. Specifically, we were thinking cheerleading. Ericka's always wanted to try out for the squad, but she's been too shy. I thought she'd outgrow it but she's over eighteen now and no different. I'm afraid she'll regret it if she never tries, and if she's ever going to do it, this is the year. But, with Tabitha heading the squad, she doesn't feel like she has much of a chance. Plus, she's worried the girls might try to embarrass her. We're not asking for any favors her, Stacey, just a fair shake. I just don't want my little girl bullied out of her dreams. You know what I mean?"

The blonde woman just sat quietly for a few minutes. When she did speak, her voice was apologetic and her eyes were wide with sympathy. "I'm so very sorry, Renee. I had no idea. Tabby never let on that...I never got a call from the school."

"Ericka hasn't told anyone else, just me. She was hesitant to do even that."

"Well, I'm going to have a talk with a certain young lady when she gets home! You can count on that."

"Please, don't make a big deal out of it. I don't want this to rebound on Ericka. If Tabitha gets in too much trouble she could take it out on her. I don't want to make things worse for my daughter."

"But, Renee, Tabby needs to be punished. I mean, that is no way to treat anyone, let alone someone you purport to be friends with."

"No, no need to go that far. Maybe you could just...chat with her, get her to ease up a bit."

She nodded, just a slight shake of her head, as if she still wasn't convinced. "I will, but, Renee, I don't what I can do to help with the cheerleading thing. The tryouts were months ago. The squad has already been decided."

"I was thinking, maybe, a private tryout? Just Tabitha and Ericka? That way there'd be less pressure and, if Ericka doesn't make the cut, less embarrassment if she fails."

"Hmmmm." Stacey tapped her fingers on her lips as she spoke. "It's possible. It's highly irregular. Not sure the athletic director will go for it. It seems like favoritism."




The Submissive Gene: Ch. 01



"It would mean a lot to Ericka," I said, then added a bit more pointedly, "and, I don't mean to sound entitled, but I feel like Tabitha really owes her this, after everything."

"Yeah...Of course, you're right. I'll do everything I can. Again, I'm so, so very sorry."

"It's okay, really. Children are just cruel sometimes. Part of growing up, I guess."

"They're not really children anymore, dear," she chided me gently. "They're both adults now. They have to start learning for themselves, figuring out who they are. Truthfully, I think you coming here is great, but shouldn't Ericka be fighting her own battles?"

"They're always your babies."

"I know, I know, but pretty soon you're not going to be there to defend her."

"It's just so hard to stay out of it when some bitch is making your little girl cry." I put my hand up immediately. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure your daughter is a wonderful girl. I blame the wine."

Stacey dismissed my assault. "It's okay. She can be quite the little bitch, I assure you. I love her, but she takes after her mother. I can have a bit of a mean streak myself. Shocker, I know." She laughed at this. It was a hollow, musical sound, like the ringing of a bell. "Do I seem like that to you? A bitch, I mean?"

"Not at all! You're like a queen from some fairy tale."

Her laughter rang out again. "I'm flattered. I must be hiding it well. Besides, it's usually the princesses who are nice in those stories. The queen is usually some evil, controlling cunt, desperate to hang on to her failing looks."

"Well, your looks certainly aren't failing." The wine was getting to me. I slipped a discreet glance at her pert breasts. It had to be the wine.

"You know, I knew I liked you the moment I opened that door. I think I'll keep you around, chain you up in my basement and let you cover me in compliments when I'm feeling down. You'd be like an emergency ego boost in a glass case. Break in case of emergency."

Her terminology tickled at the back of my mind. I took another drink before speaking. "Yeah, sure! I'm free on Thursday!" I tried to sound sarcastic but there was a thin, nervous quality to my voice. "I'm sure your husband would love that."

"Roger is very open-minded. Thursday is no good for me, though. I'm having my heels polished. Then again, maybe we could combine the two." 

I laughed a bit too loudly and a little too long at this. "Oh Stacey, you're too much." I added a few awkward chuckles. "You're a funny one."

"People only say that when they want to sleep with me. Why Renee, are you trying to seduce me?"

"No! Oh God. I'm so sorry. I was just—I didn't mean—" I scrambled, guiltily remembering my little fantasy from earlier.

"Relax, dear. I was teasing. You're certainly high-strung, aren't you?"

Ugh," I groaned. "You have no idea. Really, you don't. It's 'mom do this', 'mom do that.' I swear, sometimes I think that if I woke up in the middle of the night and someone was breaking into my house, I'd probably fix them breakfast and pack them a lunch."

"Oh!" Her eyes lit up. "Remind me to burglarize your bedroom."

"Why? Do you have a peanut butter and jelly fetish?" We both laughed at this. It was such an unusual sound coming from my mouth. I told Stacey as much.

"God, that feels good. I don't laugh much these days. I'm too busy to laugh. Hell, I'm too busy to sleep. I'm lucky to sit down long enough to pee. I know I don't know you, but apart from my friend Helen, who I never see, this is the most I've said to anyone besides a teacher or Ron in months. It's nice to just sit and talk."

"So, talk."

And I did. I told her about being a room mother, about my involvement with the PTA, about Anthony's soccer team, and Ron's snoring. I gushed with information, all of it banal and trivial. Some part of me realized that, but I simply couldn't contain it all. It had been so long since anyone had asked, or listened. It was like some little part of me that had been locked away had suddenly been let out into the sunlight and, not knowing when I would return to the darkness, I was milking every second of social interaction, even if all I had to talk about were the cracks in the walls of my cell. My filter fell away and I was just sharing, without reservation. My husband's snoring, my continuous weight gain, old boyfriends and new television shows, all of this I spouted about. Meanwhile, Stacey graciously tolerated my excessive chattering, and seemed, for most of it, to be honestly interested. Even my sex life, or lack thereof, wasn't off limits.

"Every other Wednesday after the ten o'clock news. That's it."

"Really? That specific?"

"Well, we have to be in bed by eleven or we're both cranky the next day."

"How do you stand it?"

"Are you kidding? Most of the time I'm shooting for ten forty-five!"

"Wow, your vibrator must be as bald as a race tire."

"I don't have time!"

"Oh sweetie, I'd make time."

"You want to hear something funny?"

"Oh, no."

"I'd never had one until a few years ago. Ron bought it for me for Valentine's Day. I guess he thought it might spice up our sex life. It didn't. He just wanted to watch me use it. I just felt so weird, you know? Exposed, I guess. Anyway, I put it in my drawer and pretty much forgot about it. Then, a few months later, I was feeling a little frisky and decided to get reacquainted with my old friend. Only, I couldn't find it. I looked everywhere. I was convinced that Ericka had nicked it. She was sixteen at the time and I figured she was probably getting curious. "Maybe she had stumbled upon it—paradise powered by two double-A's—and was too embarrassed to tell me she had taken it.

"So, I wait until we were driving one day, just her and me, and I give her this speech. I'd actually practiced it beforehand. I say, 'Ericka, women are like flowers. And as we grow, we blossom and open up like a foxglove attracting a bee. This can be a confusing time for a flower. It starts to feel urges. I just want you to know that it's ok for a flower to...simulate pollination herself. Do you know what I mean?'"

Stacey interrupted, "What in the hell is a foxglove?"

"That's exactly what she said. So I explained. I said, 'It's a flower. The little purple cone-looking ones? Anyway, it's not important. I just wanted to tell you that in the absence of a real bee, it's absolutely natural for the flower to stimulate herself. Preferable even, especially if the flower isn't ready, like you. You're not are you, ready?' 

'I don't think so,' she replied confused."

"Oh, Renee," Stacey groaned. "You practiced that?"

"Just wait, this is where it gets really good. So I said, 'But dear, it isn't polite, or sanitary, to borrow another flower's stinger. Mistakes happen though, and other flowers understand that. So just return the other flower's stinger and everything will be fine. Don't feel embarrassed, though. I want us to be able to talk about this stuff. We can even go get you a stinger of your own if you want. Okay?'

"And she looked at me, Stacey, with the most bizarre expression and she asked, and she'd never cursed in front of me before, 'Mom, what the fuck are you talking about?'

"Thinking she was just too self-conscious to admit the truth, I decided to speak plainly. 'My vibrator, Ericka, I know you have it.'

"And she makes this face, somewhere between horror and nausea, and I realize, finally, that she has absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. And I'm just mortified, Stacey."

"Oh my God! What did you say?"

"Nothing! I didn't know what to say, so I turned on the radio and drove but, wouldn't you know it, the first song was "Bed of Roses" by Bon Jovi. God hates me."

"Jesus, Renee! You probably ruined flowers for the poor girl. One day some guy is going to show up with a dozen red and she's just going to start wailing."

"I know! I'm a horrible mother."

"So, wait. Did you ever find the vibrator?"

"Oh, I did, and it was even more embarrassing."

"How is that fucking possible? More embarrassing than the birds and the 'pollinate-your-own-vagina' speech?"

"My youngest, Anthony, had it! He up and runs out of his room with it one day, twirling it around making rocket noises!"

"He didn't!?" 

I just held up a finger to quiet her. "He did. So I asked him, too shocked to be angry, why he had it. And he told me, 'Mommy, I was putting my cowboy figures on it so they could ride it.' Having nothing better to say, I pointed out that he didn't have a cowboy at the moment. I swear to God he said, 'I know. The batteries started to die and it got boring because all the cowboys could stay on for eight seconds. So, I turned it into a spaceship.'"

Stacey roared. At this point, I realized that I was crying a bit as I laughed. "What...did *laugh* you say?" The other woman was breathless with amusement.

"What could I say? I thought about telling him that those cowboys had his father beat about two seconds, but I thought better of it and instead I told him that the pink spaceship had to return to its own planet and I put it back in my drawer."

"You didn't use it after that?"

"Well I wasn't just going to throw it away. I have three kids. I'm on a budget!"

"You did!" I tried to reply, but I was virtually cackling at this point. I couldn't get the words out. "Did you make rocket noises?"

"One, two...three—"

"Blast off!"

"—blast off!"

We both lost it. 

"Did you *laugh* at least clean it first?"

"Yes, of course. In the sink thank you very much."

"Did you pretend it was a submarine?"

Howling, I pounded my fist on the table. Stacey shook. Faces streamed with tears, we laughed until we were swollen and painful with it. Each time one of us would start to talk, we'd catch a glimpse of the other one and erupt in peals of giggles all over again. Eventually, Stacey was able to regain her composure. I couldn't, however. The laughter and the tears kept coming, and then eventually it was just tears. I was crying, hard and ugly and nonsensically. I sobbed at the table. 

Stacey's laughter died in her mouth. "Renee, honey, are you okay?"

"Fine," I answered, trying to play it off, but my voice cracked from strain. "It's just...so fucking funny." I put my head down on the table, abashed by the unexpected outburst. I willed the crying to stop, but it was unresponsive.

"Oh, honey," Stacey said, patting my hand. "It's okay. Everything will be okay."

The words came unbidden from my lips. "I just realized, I f-forgot to buy, to buy, bleach.'

"What?"

"I forgot it. I meant to get it before I came over. I need to clean the bathroom tomorrow and I'm out. God, I can't go now! I'm too drunk to drive."

"Renee..."

"This is what I get! I don't get to be human, to have fun. I should have known better. This is why I don't drink. There's always something."

"Why bleach? I have cleaner."

"No. It has to be bleach. Nothing else works as well. For the bathroom. I just cleaned it yesterday, too. It gets dirty so fast. I swear, sometimes I feel like I've cleaned too much in my life, like I've scrubbed and scrubbed till I've cleaned myself away. I'm not me anymore. I'm just a white, glowing spot in the shape of who I used to be." I was laughing again, but there was an unsteady quality to my voice that even I could pick up on. "Hi, my name is Renee. I won't fade colors and I'm available in lavender or original lemon scent."

"You've got to pull it together."

"It's so much. It's just too much. I can't breathe!" 

"Pull it together!" 

That's when I felt it, a hard, full-handed smack directly across my face. It echoed through the kitchen, seemed to richocet off every wall. I hadn't been hit since I was a child. It didn't hurt, exactly, just an impact followed by a slight stinging then a growing heat. I should have been angry, but I wasn't. I guess I was too surprised.

"I'm sorry, but you needed it." Stacey's voice was quiet, soft but not quite apologetic.

Silence settled over us. I wanted to speak. That's a lie. I felt like I should speak, that I should be outraged. I wasn't, however, and I couldn't manage to fake it. I immediately stopped crying. It was relaxing almost, the way the slap still smarted on my face. My breathing was deep and easy, and I kept my eyes cast downward. A bit of wine had sloshed from my glass and now beaded on the sleeve of my sweatshirt. Watching it trickle down, soaking into the fabric, staining it, ruining it, I felt nothing—not the urge to scrub, the inclination to hurriedly take it off and go to work with a bit of club soda before it set: nothing.

The silence deepened and lengthened, became a third person in the room. Stacey and I both seemed content to let the newcomer have the floor. When the blonde woman did finally speak, some minutes later, her voice had taken on a tight quality, as if it had been wound-up, like a spring, all trapped energy and coils. "Is she like you? Your daughter?"

I had trouble answering, getting the words out at all; when they eventually did materialize, my tone was quiet and hollow sounding. "I mean, I'm her mother. We share qualities."

"When you said that children were cruel, it sounded like you were speaking from experience. Were you picked on in high school?"

"Yes." Something had changed. The air in the kitchen felt differently, hot and pressurized. "I wasn't very popular."

"You did well, however. Grades-wise." She wasn't asking as much as stating.

"I did. Third in my class. I loved learning."

"What did you want to be?"

"An art-history professor."

"You went to college?" Her questions were rapid-fire now, my answers, immediate. I wasn't sure what was happening. It was like she had cast a spell with her voice, a cantrip that compelled quick, truthful answers. I felt enchanted in the literal sense of the word. 

"Yes. Princeton."

"Did you graduate?"

"No."

"Just as well. I can't see you being happy in front of a classroom." Her disregard for what had once been my most sought after dream should have stung as hard as her slap, but it didn't. "What happened?"

"I met my husband. Got pregnant."

"So, you just dropped out? Were you on the pill?"

"Yes."

"But you stopped taking it."

"Yes." I felt shaky. I had never told anyone that, even my husband. How had she known?

"Because you were scared."

I hesitated. "I...I sh-should go."

"It frightened you, the thought of being on your own, of being a real adult, with a job, having to stand on your own merit in front of everyone?"

"Stacey...I'm not comfortable..."

"It was easier, wasn't it? Just to let someone else take all of that control away?" There was a pointedness in her accusations, an invasiveness that seemed to dig into me from all sides.

"This is weird. You're scaring me." It wasn't a lie. I was afraid, but there was something else, as well, something that I didn't want to admit, even to myself.

"There are people who aren't cut-out for self-destination. They aren't made for autonomy, or designed to make their own decisions. You're one of them, aren't you, Renee? I can smell it on you. I've met your type before. I've known women like you."

"No! Absolutely not. I don't know who you think you are, but this has got to—"

"Look at you hiding over there, behind that frizzy hair, inside those ridiculous clothes. You still can't stand to be seen."

"—stop! Just stop!"

Relentlessly, she pressed on, her gorgeous features were flushed with fervor. "Do you know what it's like, for someone like me to sit next to someone like you? It's like you're begging, every time you awkwardly run your fingers through that tangled hair, every shaky-handed sip of wine you take? Each second you spend next to me, with your nervous fidgeting and your meek, downcast eyes, it's as if you are screaming, 'Here I am. Take me, mold me. Make me something. Save me from the awful burden of being me.'"

"Stacey...this is ridiculous. I'm not sure why you think this about me I'm ju—you know, I'm sorry if I—

"Listen to you apologizing. Your whole life has been one big apology hasn't it?" Then she said it. "I bet Ericka is just like you, isn't she? That's why the other girls can't leave her alone. God, she must be a walking demand for domination."

"No! Fuck you! How fucking dare you! Fuck, fuck you! You don't know the first thing about—she's different. She's not like me! She's strong and beautiful and—fuck you. Just fuck you!"

To this day I'm not sure why I didn't leave, why I didn't turn the table over and run out of Stacey Erskine's door and never come back. Maybe I knew, even then. Maybe I was just too scared. Regardless, I did what I had always done: I stayed right where I was, afraid to move, and I hid.

I hovered over my wine glass, one hand shielding my face from my host. My shuddering was obvious; I even cried again a little, skinny little tears that I wiped away as soon as they squeezed from my eyes. I sucked at the wine, concentrating on it, letting the acid and the alcohol curl my tongue. I focused on it until I regained a small semblance of control, until I felt I could look at her without feeling the acute need to explode. 

When I finally raised my head, once again able to look her in the face, I found her expression had softened. It was almost concerned. Seeing my preoccupation with my wine, she took her own glass and swirled its contents thoughtfully. "It's a Syrah. Have you ever had one?" Her voice was so clear, and it had a new tone, an educative air. It reminded me of the way my favorite professor had spoken during his lectures. I found it strangely soothing.

I shook my head indicating that I had not, then picked up my glass a little more hurriedly than I intended, hungry for another stress-relieving gulp. To my surprise, Stacey leaned over and placed her own hand over my glass just before it reached my mouth. The tip of her index finger actually touched my bottom lip. She exerted a slight pressure on the glass, forcing it down and returning it to the table. Her finger clung to my lip until the last possible moment, parting my mouth slightly on the descent. To my absolute shock, a small moan escaped me, which I tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle by bring my free hand to mouth. Even more peculiarly, I found myself tracing the spot on my lip that she had touched. When I drew my finger back, it was stained with wine. I squirmed slightly in my seat. 

The woman across from me seemed not to notice my behavior. Instead, she held my gaze in hers then began instructing me. She brought the rim of her glass almost to her lips. "When you sip the wine, take enough for a full taste into your mouth, but not so much that you are overwhelmed by it. Hold it in your mouth before you swallow. Let it rest on top of your tongue then swirl it, gently, underneath. Let it coat your whole mouth, your entire tongue. Allow it to percolate on your taste buds. When you swallow, concentrate on the act. Try to feel it as it slides to the back of your mouth, down your throat. Feel it as it enters you." In demonstration, she took a long, slow quaff and let it roll about behind her lips. After she swallowed, the barest tip of her tongue peeked free of her lips and lapped at the wet corners of her mouth. I was beginning to feel a wetness of my own, which both alarmed and excited me.

"Now you try."

I picked up my glass without questioning. My hands were shaking sufficiently that the surface of the wine trembled slightly as I raised the vessel. My eyes never left hers. There was a fire in them, an eviscerating heat, like they could burn into me, scorch away all of my defenses. I couldn't believe anyone could have eyes like that: blue and hard like treated steel. Despite the thick layer of sweater, I felt naked. By the time the glass reached my lips, I could barely keep my grip on it. I was sure I must have been sweating. There was the smallest noise as my mouth parted, from my teeth, rattling slightly against the glass. Stacey smirked, a tiny movement, like a spider web blowing in the wind. I felt exposed, uncomfortable, but I was also growing more excited by the second. I was wet; there was no longer any question, any denying it. I could feel the dampness of my panties against the edges of my labia. 




The Submissive Gene: Ch. 01



It might have been my imagination, but I could have sworn that Stacey was excited, as well. The fingers of her free hand were noticeably clawed, nails digging at the tabletop, and she was leaning slightly forward in her seat. Her expression was encouraging. No, not encouraging: demanding. There was expectation mingled with that otherworldly intensity. I suddenly had the feeling that I was taking some terrible test, one that I had not prepared for, that I had no hope of passing. It was simply too much.

Unable to stand the pressure, I closed my eyes, breaking contact with Stacey, and began chugging my wine. I tipped the glass back and felt the wine rush into my mouth. I swallowed greedily and without tasting. It burned, and I sputtered and gurgled as I tried to choke it down. I didn't even know why I did it, except that I just wanted that horrible moment to be over. I wanted all of the expectation to simply vanish. And the wine, with its warm promise of annihilation, offered at least some form of inoculation to the awful anxiety that Stacey stirred within me, to the troubling arousal that churned in my loins. I prayed that when it was over, when the wine was gone, that Stacey would be too. That I could just walk out and never think of the house or its owner again. That isn't how it worked out, however. I wasn't even able to get through the glass.

"No!" came a hiss from the other side of the table. Pain caused me to reopen my eyes as strong hands took control of me. Stacey was standing over me, her beautiful face, only inches above mine, cast in a stern expression, one hand clamped over my fingers on the glass of wine, the other grasped my ponytail hair, pulling my head back.

"What are y—"

"Open your mouth." The command was quiet but without softness.

"How dare y—owww!" Another sharp tug of my hair silenced my protest and sent a dribble of wine spilling down my chin.

"Open."

"This is outrageous I'm not going to let you—"

"Open, Your. Fucking. Mouth." The profanity was unexpected, and it sounded somehow dirtier coming from her gorgeous, perfect mouth. I opened my lips the barest fraction.

"Good," she cooed, her expression instantly softening. She lowered her face, until it was only inches from mine, and spoke directly into my ear. "Isn't that better?" She tipped the wine glass and a mouthful of bitter alcohol trickled into my mouth. I could feel her breath against my face as she instructed me. "Roll it down your tongue. That's right. Relax. Feel it against the inside of your cheeks." She placed the wine glass, almost empty now, back on the table, and continued speaking. Her hand, now free of burden, softly caressed my face. "Let it underneath, now. Lift your tongue and let it fill that empty space. Let it into every part. Soak it up."

My pussy throbbed by this point, and my clit was so swollen that even holding my legs together was uncomfortable. I arched my hips and wiggled in the chair in an attempt to find relief. Noticing this, Stacey took the wine bottle from the table, placed it on the chair between my thighs, and held it there firmly. I could feel the hardness of the glass through my jeans, each time I squirmed. It wasn't much, but with how excited I was, it was almost enough. Almost.

"It's okay," Stacey encouraged. "Go ahead."

I couldn't. I just couldn't.

"Go. Ahead." 

There was no room for argument. Still, holding the wine in my mouth, I began to buck my hips, as slowly and as smoothly as I could, careful to keep constant pressure between my crotch and the bottle. It was such a slight, torturous pleasure, less than a whisper against the lips of my pussy. Shame and alcohol reddened my face, but I was over the edge now, sliding closer and closer to the oblivion that tip-toed at the edge of Stacey's commanding voice. I couldn't bring myself to stop.

"Faster."

I increased my pace, using the bottle like a rubbing post. I knew what I must look like, how pathetically wanton I must seem. I closed my eyes in an attempt to escape my own humiliation. 

"Open them!"

When I complied, I found that the feverish intensity had returned to Stacey's visage.

"I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to know the truth about yourself."

I complied. Eyes wide, I focused all of my attention on her as I inched closer and closer toward orgasm. More expressive with each second, Stacey's face, her normally severe and chiseled features now animated with enthusiasm, reigned over me. She moved her left hand from my ponytail and began teasingly exploring my body. Starting at my calf, she trailed up to my thigh then slipped deftly underneath my sweatshirt. The moment her fingers made contact with the skin of my stomach I jumped and nearly swallowed my wine.

"Not yet," she warned, tracing her fingers across my stomach in faint, zig-zag patterns. Conscious of my weight, I felt a spark of shame but it was quickly extinguished by the wetness of my pussy. "Savor it. Squeeze every taste, every hint of flavor from the wine. Breathe it in." She punctuated this last part by climbing her fingers up to my right breast and, after slipping beneath my bra, giving my nipple a slow, sustained squeeze. On cue, I inhaled deeply through my nose, sending new accents of wood and anise brushing across my taste buds. 

It raced on like that, with me frenetically and shamelessly humping the wine bottle while she tugged and pinched on my nipples, first the right then the left, until they were swollen and aching with stimulation. Pressure grew inside me, demanding release, but no matter how energetic my motion, I couldn't quite generate enough pressure to bring me to climax. As a result, I was left in excruciating pleasure, an agonizing ecstasy, just a sliver away from completion. I whimpered around my mouthful of wine. I was long past thoughts of self-respect. I wanted to cum. I needed it. My entire being braced for it, expected it, and found it torturously out of reach.

"What's the matter? Not enough?" Stacey cooed.

I shook my head and made a pleading face. Desperation had robbed me of my dignity.

"Awwww. Poor, thing."

With no other recourse, I, a grown woman with three kids, pouted.

She chided, "Don't be sulky. It's unbecoming of a woman your age. I can help, but make certain that this is what you want. I will never take anything from you that isn't freely given. But if you agree to this, I will not stop, not until I've freed you from yourself, no matter how much you beg."

I barely listened. Maddeningly close, I was near delirious with need and I nodded vigorously in agreement with her demands. In response, she took the bottle from between my thighs and set it on the table. I instantly mourned its absence and my hips sought out the firmness of the glass, mindlessly bucking my hips at nothing, making lurid circles in the air. She placed her hand on my stomach then, using her index and middle finger like a pair of legs, she walked down my torso in tiny steps, finally stopping at the buckle on my hideous, formless jeans with exaggerated care. When she got just to the line of my jeans, her fingers wobbled in place, milking every second. She unbuttoned my pants with the same cruel deliberateness. Time seemed to halt and listen, waiting anxiously on the sound of the clasped releasing. I wanted to shout out, to implore her to hurry. Unable to contain myself, I started to swallow my wine and do just that.

Sensing my disobedience, Stacey snapped at me. "Wait, or you get nothing." To illustrate her point, she took her hand from the button and raised it in the air six inches. I shook my head, terrified that she'd stop, and whined at her, but did not swallow. She paused, dragging it on, stalling, with her fingers dangling, wiggling leisurely. It was only when I squirmed and new tears began forming in my eyes that she returned her hand to my jeans.

"I suppose you've suffered enough."

This time, she was efficient and without hesitation, quickly unsnapping the button and pulling the zipper down with one quick yank. Darting her hand inside the elastic of my panties, she moved quickly, parting the lips of my pussy with practiced confidence. Then, without gentleness, she entered me. Following the curve of my body she pushed in, then up, moving her fingers in a firm, circular motion. Her thumb joined in from the other side, dancing around my slick clit. Caught between, I was grinded out, sanded away until my grip on self-control, on sanity, was paper-thin. Then, like a light switch, she simply flicked me on. It was so easy, so effortless for her that I was smiling, my cheeks still puffed with wine, for the better part of a minute, mid-way through one of the most powerful orgasms I'd had in years before I even realized I was cumming. 

I felt like I was full of light, like she had reached into me and lit a candle, illuminating me, filling me with warmth and a spreading euphoria. Eyes like little flashlights, I beamed up at her, my face awash with satisfaction and gratitude. Her fingers still worked me, still tuned me like a radio dial, and I rode the sound. Having kept my gaze the entire time, her face grew tender, and a queer emotion, something that looked suspiciously like pride, worked its way around her countenance. "Swallow," she purred. "Let it all the way in." 

I gathered the wine, still tart as it washed across my tongue, in the back of my mouth, then, with the barest of allowances, I released it down my throat. Invasive, it spread in me, entering my most secret of spaces, plugging the cracks, pooling in my depths, drowning my doubts. There was a an unexpected relief in the way my senses were consumed by everything, Stacey plying my sex, the tepidity of the wine as it worked its way through my chest, and spread from there. I wanted to lose myself in that feeling of creeping subjugation. Hesitantly, I closed my eyes, breaking the visual link between Stacey and me, in attempt to sink deeper into it.

Even without her gaze to hold me, I plunged into blissful abandonment. My mouth parted, finally empty of wine, and I groaned, a deeply satisfied, guttural sound. If I had been in my right mind, I would have been shocked that I could even utter such a base, unapologetic expression of pleasure. I wasn't, however. I was beyond thinking, beyond worry. It felt so good to let it out, so consuming in its lack of complication. It was sensation as life: I cum therefore I am. The noise of it, throaty and wanton, flowed from me like a great plume of smoke, some black spirit that Stacey had exercised with her laying on of hands. She had exorcised me of myself. I was no longer Renee, no longer a mother, or even a woman, just the tremble of that profane moan. Like a sound-wave, I bounced around the kitchen, licked the corners and careened back to my body, only to find myself hollow, just a vessel of wine and lust and the dim echo of who I had once been. 

I could have stayed there forever, would have stayed there forever, vocalizing that glorious tune of annihilation, but fingers, slippery and pungent, were thrust past my lips and into my mouth, garbling my groans and calling me back to my mortal coil. It was only then that I realized that the pressure inside me had disappeared. My eyes fluttered open to reveal my liberator once more, her hand to my mouth, shining like a lighthouse before me.

"Taste it! Taste yourself. Who you are. What you are." 

Having never tasted myself before, I found the flavor slightly tangy and not unpleasant. It wouldn't have mattered, however. At this point I would have done anything she asked. Without thought or hesitation, I sucked vigorously at her long digits, took each one from tip to root with great theatrics. When finished, I had cleaned them completely, diligently swallowing every drop and licking the crevasses between. Even still, I was loath to cease, and I kissed her knuckles as she pulled her hand away from my mouth and began lightly stroking my cheek. 

I nuzzled against it and babbled, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. God...Thank you, Stacey."

In response, she cupped my chin and lifted it slightly. "You know, I've changed my mind. Call me Mrs. Erskine from now on." With that she stood up straight smoothed her dress, reached for her glass of wine and drained its contents in one quick belt. Picking up the bottle for a refill, she frowned upon finding it empty. "Hmmmm. Well, I'm not quite satisfied. I'll go grab another bottle from the cellar. When I come back, I'll see what I can do about wetting your whistle. You must be absolutely parched."

"Actually," I mumbled, my head swimming from booze and dehydration. "I think I've had enough to drink."

"Oh, I wasn't getting more wine for you, silly girl. I've got something far less dry than Syrah in mind for you." Her heels clicked across the tile floor. When she reached the archway leading further into the house she turned back to face me, her hip and thigh curved like a question mark. "You know, dear, we really must do something about those clothes. I know a great little place, a little fashion forward, but I think they have some accessories that would look great on you. What are you doing Saturday?"

I was still groggy from my orgasm to answer. I just sat, rumpled on the chair, jeans unbuttoned and tugged down slightly, shirt pulled up to reveal one breast.

"No, matter." She sounded cheery, chipper even. "We'll talk." 

After she left, I craned my neck around trying to relieve a soreness that was just now setting in. Feeling like I was awakening the morning after a big party, I let real life pour back into me, took in a bit more sanity with each calming breath, and with it, shame, regret, disbelief. What had I done? What had that woman made me do?

Panic replaced euphoria. Stress, the same stress that haunted my every waking moment, closed in on me once more, wrapping me in a familiar blanket of self-doubt and nervousness. How long had I been here? Ron must be worried sick. What was I going to tell him? How was I going to explain to my husband why I was coming home from a stranger's house drunk on a Tuesday night? Oh my God, my husband! Had I just cheated on my husband? I could lose my home, my family.

I rubbed my eyes, my face, with shaking, worried hands. Then refastened my pants and pulled my shirt back down in jerky, unsteady motions. I could hear the click of Mrs. Erskine's heels. She was coming back. What would I tell her? How could I even look at her? After...after...

I ran from the kitchen, down the hall, and out of the house, plowing into the front door so hard I hurt my shoulder. Like a frightened child, I ran the first block heading home. It was only upon getting several concerned looks from the neighbors that I realized that the sight of a grown women running in full panic might arouse curiosity. So I slowed my pace, but only slightly, and power walked all the way to my house.

When I entered, I could hear the sounds of my family: Ron watching his baseball game in the living room, Kayla listening to her music in her room, Tony playing his Gameboy on the couch. Who knew where Ericka was, probably reading quietly; the girl was a ghost. I ignored it all, choosing instead to gallop up the stairs and lock myself in the bathroom, where I promptly hyperventilated. When Ron knocked on the door some time later, concerned about me, I whispered that I was sick and told him to go away.

Almost forty minutes later, I unlocked the door, bolted into the bedroom, turned off the lights, undressed in the dark and slid quickly into bed. Without sleeping, I lay there for the better part of two hours, mind aflame with worry, until my husband's game finished and he came trundling to bed. I pretended to be asleep when he gently shook me, and continued the act until I was rewarded with the sound of his snoring. I felt a welling of relief at the sound. I had survived at least one night with my terrible secret, my shame. I had to tell him. But how? I turned it around in my head like a Rubik's cube until sleep took me a couple hours later.

I never once thought about how I had forgotten the bleach.



The Submissive Gene: Ch. 02



 Everyone appearing in this story is 18 or older as denoted by the text. 

*****

People say I'm perceptive. It's one of the qualities, along with intelligence and humor, they compliment me on when what they are really noting is that I am not exceptionally beautiful. How perceptive of you, Ericka, they'll say. Or, you're so smart, what a wicked sense of humor you have. And each time, they say it as if talking to a fish that, while unable to swim all that well, can climb a mean tree, as if I am something rare and exotic, blessed with unexpected qualities that, while impressive, add little to my existence, to my purpose. 

A woman is supposed to be beautiful; that's her function. Everything else is academic. They want useable. I am merely useful. Walking into a formal dance, I have never seen anyone stop what they were doing to turn toward me and say, 'God, look at those wits!' 'Seems as if they might burst from that dress at any moment.' 'Watch out: dangerous adverbs ahead.' 'I'd like to lick her vocabulary.' And I would have noticed. I'm perceptive.

I owe it all to Nancy Drew. My mother, Renee, is many things: kind, loyal, even profoundly intelligent in her own unobtrusive way, but she wanted a daughter that was independent and unafraid. Having no idea how to teach what she herself didn't know, she let the collective of writers known as Carolyn Keene take over. As it was intended, the stories nurtured something in me, adventurousness and a love of discovery. 

I bought into the mythos wholeheartedly, and I emulated Nancy at every opportunity, even taking up tennis and painting to be more like her. I'd walk around the house spouting French—what little I knew, where is the restroom, please? And how much is the baguette—and scouring the house for imaginary clues to non-existent crimes. 

My mom would sometimes join in. The most daunting and diabolical caper that I solved involved following a set of chocolate paw prints, which my mom had staged with the help of Duncan Hines and our dachshund Baxter, across the hard floors of our house and the cool concrete of our basement until they led to a macaroni encrusted jewelry box containing a gift card to Sears. The card was valued at forty dollars and, seeing a potential for profit, the idea of detective work as a profession was born. 

I spent a great deal of my childhood in "training" for such a career. I even convinced my dad to build an obstacle course in the backyard to simulate what you'd find at a police academy, if on a smaller, less intimidating scale. My mom encouraged me, a bit tongue-in-cheek; I'm sure, with the caveat that I would have to wait until I turned eighteen, just like Nancy.

The dream didn't last that long. An early puberty brought unexpected changes, swelling my hips and breasts to the point of embarrassment and putting my days of wiggling through the small tire-swing that guarded the end of my homemade obstacle course were behind me. Social conventions changed, as well. Boys began to take interest the growing tightness of my shirts, and girls began to take interest in the growing interest of the boys. The moos started around then, slow, building calls from the back of the class, courtesy of jealous girls. Soon, they became the official sound of my junior high experience. 

I was mortified, of course. The teacher tried to discourage the teasing, but authority only works so well against terrorist; they're hard to pin down, receding into the background, working just outside of your vision. You start to think everyone is in on the conspiracy, each a little radio tower, broadcasting the message of hate. 

Most of my sixth-grade year was spent with my arms across my chest, my mind desperately trying to tune into some less cruel frequency. There was a metronome to the music of my torment which would not allow me to turn the dial, however. A beat box that set the rhythm that all of the other kids listened to: Tabitha Erskine.

Without flaw, even back then, she was the child happily smiling on the front of the cereal box, looking more wholesome than anyone was, more cheerful than anyone deserved to be. She wasn't quite as smart as I was, but her grades were just as good—can't beat A's—and she was dazzling, even as a kid, with her honey blonde pig-tailed hair and sea foam eyes, a smile so bright it looked like she'd swallowed a goddamn flashlight. And she was evil, like some fallen cherub clad in a plaid skirt and wrapped in malice. 

Her friends were beyond number. Recess was a royal audience with everyone's favorite resident princess. Girls schemed to get into her good graces, to be in the inner circle next to her by the jungle gym, and boys bloodied each other's noses for the chance to make awkward chit-chat with her at the water fountain. On Valentine's Day, when we all put out little cloth lunch sacks with our names on them to be stuffed with cards and candy from our admirers, the teacher always had to swap hers out for a garbage bag. And usually, the fucker still ripped. Tabitha was our sixth-grade celebrity. Everyone loved Tabitha and, for the most part, she was a gracious goddess, kind to her worshipers, fair in her distribution of divine grace.

Except to me. Me, she hated. 

I'm not sure when it started. Maybe with "exacerbate". It was the word I spelled to beat her in the second-grade spelling bee. I remember the teacher pinning the ribbon on my chest, while she stood to my side, jaw clenched, shooting me murderous sideways glances. Later that day, one of the boys, a chubby thug named Derek who had been held back a year for "maturity issues", pinned me down and stole the ribbon during gym class. A pat on the cheek served as his reward when he presented it to her, prompting an immediate bout of fisticuffs with another boy she had smiled at earlier that day. 

The fight was so vicious and prolonged, stopping and starting several times throughout the period, interrupting the lesson and demanding the instructor's attention at several points, that I wasn't even able to tell the teacher about my ribbon until the very end of class. When I told her the blue cloth with the golden seal that, by this point, decorated the hair-tie in Tabby's long golden tresses had originally been mine before Derek took it, the instructor had looked at me, then at Tabby, then back at me and asked in a doubtful tone if I was "sure". I had to admit: it looked better on her than me.

No, it had to be before even that. I have memories of her flawless face, as early as kindergarten, staring at me over a juice box with this look, an intensity in her eyes, nostrils flared, like a fox cub catching its first scent of rabbit. I knew her then for what she was, my great nemesis—a five year-old with perfect teeth. No matter the start, she had pursued me, or at least my unhappiness, doggedly, for as long as I could remember.

I had hoped that high school would offer some relief, but entering Edgewood High only exacerbated the situation. Tabitha went from cherub to full-blown angel, became my own personal Lucifer, petty and pretty as the dawn. A flock of like-minded she-devils gathered around her, "Razor Girls", the school's cheer squad, named in honor to reflect the school's mascot—a tough-looking wild hog, also called a razorback. 

I "blossomed" as well—I hate that word, it reminds me of a sex speech my mom once gave me—became more womanly, got that hourglass figure everyone is always talking about. Except my hourglass looks like it has a cinder block resting on top. I didn't gain an inch after my freshman year, petered out at just over five foot one. I guess there was a blockage or something because the inches I should have gained in height went to my boobs and ass. The good news is that the moos died down. The bad news is that they were replaced by oinks.

Not that I'm fat. I'm not. Sure, I've got a couple extra pounds, but I hold it okay. My mom says I have a pretty face. She would tell me so when I came home in tears, which, upon examination, probably isn't the greatest reason to believe she was telling the truth. A better measure might be the way the boys behaved when I entered high school, at least at first. They didn't seem to mind the way I expanded. In fact some seemed to like it. A few even talked to me. Then came Tabby, right on time to ruin everything.

It didn't take much, really. Whispers in the hallway, giggles for no reason, a couple snide comments muttered a little too loudly. "Nice teats." "Sow, what'cha doing on Saturday, Ericka?" And then, of course, there were the barnyard noises. They started in freshman English. I stood up to read a poem I by Emily Dickenson called, "There is another sky." 

Before I had hit the third line, "and there is another sunshine", I heard it. Just a small sound, a slippery little squeal, hardly noticed. I knew it was her, could tell even by that tiny noise. My hands shook with anxiety. The rustle of the paper provided a background for the porcine vocals. By, "Never mind silent fields", it was an obvious soundtrack. It got louder. People laughed, joined in. It was a chorus around "Here is a brighter garden", and I fled the room in tears before I "heard the bright bee hum".

After that, I was Pig Girl. 

Every class became a petting zoo, each lunch a farm at feeding time, filled with rude porcine noises aimed in my direction. The first two times the menu featured pork chops, I pretended I was sick so mom would let me stay home. 

I changed what I could, took to dressing in layers, baggy t-shirts under over-sized jackets, cargo pants riddled with pockets that distorted my shape, anything that would hide my body, insulate me from attention. I changed my hair, growing my dark bangs long and shaggy so I could wear them like a curtain over my face, slivered them with red for further distraction. I changed my speech, padded my words like they were something fragile, dulled the edges so they would be less intrusive. I changed myself.

It still wasn't enough for Tabitha. The princess had grown into a capricious queen, still possessing a cruelty that only girls spoiled in the most exquisite of ways could ever demonstrate. She toyed with me like an old teddy bear she's grown tired of, battered down the plush outside and ripped out my insides, pulled out my stuffing and laughed at it as it fell between her fingers. And in the end, what little of me that remained walked around in the saggy skin, a walking trophy, a fur coat she would put on when she needed to intimidate her rivals. My glassy eyes warned others: I used to be a girl, like you. Better to be a supplicant than an accessory. I was paraded in front of others, an exhibition in defeat. She would trot me out to remind the others of her power. 

There was a boy, Jeremy Bell, who started talking to me. We had art class together, still do, in fact. He was cute, in a nerdy way, tall and thin with wild hair and thick-framed glasses. I was working on a collage depicting where famous women might have ended up if they'd given in to oppression. Frida Kahlo as a strawberry picker. Jane Austin as a chamber maid. Marie Curie as an orderly at a hospital. Jeremy thought it was very creative, bold even. 

It was early fall, coming up on Homecoming. Having never been asked to a dance, I'm not sure how I knew that he was working his way up to asking me, but I did. Getting a little closer day-by-day, he was right on the edge one Tuesday between second and third period. We were standing by my locker. Pretending to have trouble with my lock, I was giving him more time to find his courage. I could see him dragging it up, from his shuffling feet all the way to the lump in his throat. It was hovering on his trembling lips when Tabitha breezed in, towing a girl I didn't recognize.

She interrupted the fragile moment without a hint of hesitation. "Pig, this is Trina. She's new. A transfer. Trina, this is Pig." Pretending to now notice Jeremy, she continued. "Jeremy Bell! Are you chatting up my prized little piggy? I didn't know you were into bestiality." Then she shook her head and laughed and gave him this smile, as beautiful and as heated as the noon day sun. My hope withered in its light. And Jeremy's courage, like a groundhog afraid of its own shadow, crawled back in his mouth and burrowed its way down to his heels. The new girl's eyes widened enough to show her fear. Tabitha scraped her eyes across me for the barest second before they both walked away. Her gaze was a lash, the flutter of her eyelashes, the crack of a whip.

Jeremy never asked. From then on, he was nothing but cordial in class. I spent the night of Homecoming working on my next art project: a chalk drawing of a pig being flayed and then forced to eat bacon from its own side. I got an "A", and the comment, "very creative."

I gagged on the salty taste of my own humiliation for years. Only the promise of adulthood and college offered me any solace. When the day finally came, the big "one eight" I waited for something to happen, for the change to coalesce. Freedom, I knew, would come to me with this milestone, a new existence would unfurl in front of me, one defined by adult sensibilities, not high school bullshit. 

Instead, my parents took me and my siblings out to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. The fish was dry and my sister, Kayla, got her first period midway through her ravioli. I did get a free piece of Dulce de Leche, because of my birthday, but since my mom was in the bathroom calming down my sister—who was hysterical and afraid for her life, poor little idiot—there was no one there to play defense against my little brother, who ended up sticking his thumb all the way through my piece of cake midway through the waiters and waitresses' off-key "happy birthday" serenade. 

When I got to school the next day, there was a card slipped into my locker. It was one of those simple cards with just an image, with the inside purposely left blank so that the sender can personalize the message. On the front, it said simply "childhood" and had a picture of a chubby young girl wearing a party hat and crying, holding a mostly melted cone of ice cream in her hand. A sticker of Porky Pig, right beneath a handwritten ""Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-... That's all, folks." There was no signature; I didn't need one. 

Nothing had changed with the day. It was just another shadow cast on the sun dial of my life, another useless groove worn into my overused prayer wheel. Still, adulthood fertilized in me the smallest seed of hope, and it grew in the dim light of my eighteenth birthday. The spores of optimism clung like moss, climbing the north side of my limbs, making them itch with new life. My lungs pumped harder thanks to this invasive growth, causing my breath to come easier and my voice to gain volume. It made it to my brain, curled into my ear. Escape! Whispered this mad flowering. Soon, we will soak in the light of another star, and we will abandon this G-class flicker and find us a brighter day!

College loomed large in my mind. It might as well have been Alpha Centauri, for the distance it offered. It would put a galaxy of opportunity between me and Tabitha's cruel gravity. The potential filled me with buoyancy, and I bounded like Neil Armstrong at my discovery. One small step for man, one giant leap away from that fucking bitch. I completed my voyage a thousand times in my head, touched down on that new planet of possibilities. 

This coming expedition to college filled me with confidence. It started to seem, in that way that dreams often feel entirely real when you're in them, actual, inevitable. With assurance in front of me, I turned my attention to my rearview, and I didn't like what I saw. I saw my high school career for the waste it was. I suddenly realized I was a ghost in my own life, haunting the places where others actually lived, just a specter of a person. 

The realization shocked me. I hadn't even realized I'd died, and here I was, haunting my own life. I knew in an instant, though, who had killed me. And in the manner of someone who believes they have evolved past retribution, like someone who barely avoids a fatal car crash, escaping completely unharmed, instead of gratitude at my escape, I felt furious at the assault. I'd been bitter for years, sullen, resentful, but it had been a long time since I had been honestly angry. It pumped through me and fed the most foolish parts of my ego. Looking back on the last four years, there was so much I hadn't done, so much I hadn't been. I wanted to take it back, to reclaim it, make up for the flood of failure. 

I settled on one thing: cheerleading. 

Cheerleading would make up for all of the injustice. It would prove that I was unafraid, that I could be popular. I'd always wanted it, even as I had derided it as sexiest and stupid. Even better, Tabitha Erskine, murderer of my adolescent life, was head of the squad. I would prove to her, to everyone, that I could breathe, that I could be vibrant. I would burn Pig Girl in a pyre of redemption and rise from senior year a phoenix in a pleated skirt. 

Only I didn't know the first thing about cheerleading. Only the tryouts had been months ago. Only Tabby would never allow it.

I devoted myself to the idea. The internet brought me tips and tricks and juice diets aplenty. Shorts found themselves wrapped around my ample ass for the first time in years as I jogged around the block every evening after school. I focused on this brass ring of salvation. I fantasized about the ways it would alter my life. The me in my imagination laughed easily and loudly during homeroom, hugged tightly by Edgewood green and gold. She walked down the hall with the rest of the Razor Girls on game day, drawing as many stares as any other, maybe more. Even Tabby, didn't outshine her. Especially Tabby. I worked to make the fantasy real. I doubted it ever could be, but the goal, and working toward it, gave me a sense of purpose, and with that purpose: freedom.

As a cheerleader, I could be anything. I could be sexy, I could be popular. I would do anything for it. It became Jerusalem to me, a land where all would be right and good and wonderful things would flow from me and into me. It would be paradise with pom-poms. I would walk across any desert for that feeling, would sacrifice any child, would wrestle any angel, even Tabitha, my own little Lucifer. 

I was a changed woman. Even my mom noticed. 

She asked me about it, and I told her. I told her everything, surprisingly. About Tabby, about how miserable I had been for so long, about the pig noises and cheerleading. Fear held no sting for me. This would all be over soon, this ugly little phase. It never occurred to me how much could happen between then and college. Her face registered understanding, then concern, until finally winding up at a kind of bewildered anger. Even a bit of shame crept in at the sides.

She'd known, at least to some extent, about my struggles. Tabitha had tormented me for years; mom had sopped up the fruits of her labors many times as they rolled down my face as a child. Still, in that way that people who have been removed from the crucible that is the horror of shared education, she believed some amount of social enmity was unavoidable. Standing in the full light of the truth, she felt spurred to action, a last ditch effort to protect her little girl, a chance to atone for, what she saw as, motherly failure.

I begged her not to go to the Erskine's. Not because I was afraid of the consequences of such a visit, but because I wanted to win this private war against my nemesis unaided. Flecks of destiny swirled around me now. I was the hero in a redemptive story. I was going to slay adolescent oppression, or some shit. And my weapon would be dance.

I honed it at every opportunity, sharpening it on the whet stone of YouTube videos and the music channels. If cheerleading was the solution to all of my problems, then it only stood to reason that learning to dance was the most important thing in my life. Devotion prompted practice, grueling sessions conducted in the privacy of my room, away from judgmental eyes. When I became exhausted, when my muscles no longer heeded the demands I made of them, I found other ways of learning.




The Submissive Gene: Ch. 02



So it was that on the night my mother returned from the Erskine's, I had failed to even notice that she'd left. I was reading—yes, reading—about how to be a better cheerleader, a book called The Ultimate Guide to Cheerleading, and thinking about nothing so much as my own narcissistic needs. As a result, me, perceptive me, thought nothing of the way she slammed the front door, or of the hour she spent locked in the bathroom, not even of the way she went to bed without saying goodnight, an extraordinarily rare occurrence. 

Instead, I stayed up late into the night studying hand-springs and basket-tosses and came to the breakfast table the next morning red-eyed and decidedly un-detective-like. Mom made pancakes and sausage-odd for a Wednesday, the pace of which usually fit better with cereal and microwave fare-and the whole family was gathered around hurriedly scarfing down forkfuls of syrup-sticky pork and fluffy cake. Hyper aware of carbs, by this point, I didn't touch the pancakes and contented myself with only biting the end off of a single salty link, savoring the way the grease pooled on my tongue. Slowly, deliberately, I chewed with great care, stretching the lonely bite out as I mentally pirouetted while the rest of my family gorged themselves. Everyone but my mother, at least. 

Having produced the feast, she let her own portion grow cold on her plate, pushing it around absently with her fork while guzzling steaming black coffee. I was busy stacking imaginary versions of me upon themselves in my mind, forming intricate, smiling pyramids. In the spaces between their arms, I could see a slight tremble to my mom's movements, and the way her free hand kept seeking her mouth, almost as if she were smoking an imaginary cigarette, a habit she had quit before my sister's birth twelve years ago. 

The me that had idolized Nancy Drew would have known something was up in an instant, would have carefully noted and recorded her every movement, the tightness of her eyes. That me had died, however, drowned in a sea of unpopularity and strangled by a too-tight tire-swing. And the new me, the imminently victorious me, saw only kicking legs and heard only cheers and chants.

Even when she finally confessed to the visit, later in the evening while I was doing my French homework, I didn't really register the awkward way she stood in my doorway distractedly fingering the Lady Gaga poster on my door, the one from her promo for her perfume, "fame", that had her mostly naked and being climbed and scoured by tiny men wearing masks. My dad hated that poster, thought it was inappropriate for a girl my age; mom did as well, usually. She seemed fascinated by it that night, though. She was shifting distractedly from foot to foot and I would have sworn she was tracing the curves of Lady G's hips, riding her finger down the slope of her thighs. 

Mom's sentences seemed slow and halting as she admitted to going behind my back, and she seemed so guilty about it that it was hard for me to even be mad. I thought she might hyperventilate at one point, telling me about Tabitha's house. And she kept talking about Mrs. Erskine. Well, not talking about her exactly. She gave precious little detail. Rather she just kept saying "Mrs. Erskine" over and over, as if struggling to fit her mouth over the phrase. "Mrs. Erskine was very polite...That Mrs. Erskine, she was just so polite. Talk about polite! Mrs. Erskine! Wow!" 

There was little time for me to be mad, however, because her, and I hesitate to call I this, description of her trip to Erskine's house was interrupted by a phone call from none other than Tabitha herself. Speak of the Devil and she shall appear. 

I didn't recognize her voice at first. It seemed different, disembodied and distant in the manner that people sometimes sounded on the phone. And she didn't say much.

"Hello," I answered.

"Ericka?" The question was flat.

"This is she."

There was a long pause. I almost hung up, thinking we had been disconnected. "We're having a special tryout tomorrow for the squad if you're interested."

"Squad?" I was still mystified.

"Cheerleading?" 

"Oh. Oh!" It was all making sense. "Tabitha? Is that you?"

A hint of familiar spite crept into her voice. It was definitely Tabby. "No, it's the Surgeon-General. You've been selected to participate in a medical study for sub-humans." There was another pregnant pause, then a rustling noise, like she was covering the mouthpiece with her hand. Everything was muffled. I could almost make-out another voice, a stern tone. When Tabitha spoke again, she sounded even more lifeless than before. "Seven o'clock. Drama room. Bring music if you need it. Be prepared to audition." 

"Okay," I said. "What should I wear? Who's going to be there? Is it just going to be you? Is there anything you expect me to be able to do?"

"Come up with a routine."

"A routine? Like, a dance? All right. Cool. I can do that. Hey, thanks." But she had already hung-up.

My mom cocked an eyebrow and opened her mouth to ask, but I smothered the sound by running over to her, phone still in hand, and grabbing her in a crushing hug. Stiff at first, she relaxed and patted my back after a few seconds.

"I don't know what you said to her, or her mom, but thank you. You rock! Seriously, did you rub her feet, or something?" She squirmed uncomfortably in my embrace. Odd. She usually loved hugs. "Mom?" I looked up at her. Even at my full adult height, she was still several inches taller than I was. "Is something wrong?"

"No. Absolutely not. Why would you think that? Everything is fine." It was eerie how much she sounded like Tabitha had on the phone. There was a lack of conviction, as if there was someone just off-stage feeding her lines, pulling her strings. Breaking off our hug, she turned to walk out but stopped just short of the threshold. She looked to her left again, at the poster. Her hand went to it once more. This time, she caressed the face of the singer, half-hidden as it was beneath a black masquerade-style mask. She didn't look at me as she spoke, this time with barely contained emotion. "Ericka...be careful with that family...please."

In the middle of returning the phone to its cradle, the rawness in her voice caught me off-guard. I went to ask, to press her about it, but she was already out the door and down the hallway. The thought of pursuing her briefly entered my mind, but was soon chased out by pom-poms and high-kicks. 

I spent the next hour finding the perfect song and almost the entire night dancing to it. My mother's strange behavior didn't trouble me anymore that night. 

****

My breath smelled strongly of coffee the next morning as I sat in homeroom, and my arms and legs almost shook with caffeine, the lingering vibrations from my emergency all-night dance session. Truthfully, though, I would have been wide awake regardless. Excitement fueled me at least as effectively as the java. With the mingling of the two I found myself close to manic as Mrs. Johnson droned on about Beadle and Tatum. 

I usually found BioChem fairly fascinating, as far as such things had the capacity to fascinate, but on that morning I was lucky to keep myself grounded. More than once, I found my legs adventuring out from beneath my desk entirely of their own accord, tapping away in rhythm to the song playing in my head.

In contrast, my rival and torturer seemed positively listless, slumped a bit at her desk in the left corner of class, chewing on her pen cap absently. Not that she frequently spoke to me, except in insults. Tabitha rarely said more than two words directly to me in a week, but she was always there, ready to strike me down with her lightning-quick cruelty, a big, blonde bit of barometric pressure hanging over the class, my own personal black cloud, ever ready to rain on any happiness that threatened to show itself. 

Not so, that morning, however. It was off-putting and foreign. I even messed up once, mispronouncing "endoplasmic reticulum" as "endoplasmic rectum", which drew a few chuckles from the boys and a slight blush from my cheeks, but not a peep from Tabby, who typically would have been all over such a flub. 

Endoplasmic rectums? I think in pigs those are called chitlins. Right, Bauer? God, I could almost fill in her lines for her. 

She just sat there quietly. Maybe this whole cheerleading thing would change everything. Maybe it was true what they said, about the sisterhood of such clubs. Maybe the possibility of our new bond kept her from being mean. I almost dared to hope. It was difficult to imagine such a world.

My days were bookended by the abuses of Tabitha Erskine. It began in homeroom and ended in English. The central portion of my day was my own, apart from lunch, during which I usually did my best to avoid her attention and wrath, and she, being busy with boys and hangers-on, obliged. But I could never manage to relax, even in the relative safety of my middle periods. I was like a surfer who, having been attacked by a shark, could never swim worry free again. The ocean was a big place, and so was Edgewood High, but I knew she was out there, gliding along with her murderous smile, just below the surface, seeking my blood.

Only Art class offered me any true respite. Being mostly populated by creative types and loners, most of whom were beneath the notice of Tabitha's laser beam gaze and elevated social prowess, no one there really cared that the most popular girl in the school hated me, that I was the social pariah of social pariahs. I even had a friend, Lizzie Schroeder. Lizzie was a gifted artist, better than I was in virtually every medium, and she was intelligent, though her grades didn't really reflect that. She was very worldly and experienced, even though she was the same age as me. 

A bohemian since junior high, she had a style all her own. She favored white and black striped long sleeve shirts with holes cut out for her thumbs even in summer, had her hair shaved on one side of her head while the other grew long and was rainbow with dye, and sported a nose ring that looked like the One Ring from Tolkien's Trilogy right down to the Black Speech. All of these would have been valid reasons to be her friend, but the reason we sat together was that she was the only girl in the entire school who hated Tabitha as much as I did. Our mutual distaste was a frequent topic of discussion. We found ourselves playing one of our favorite games on the day of that cheerleading audition: Top ten ways to kill Tabitha Erskine.

"Rats, I think." Her eyes, which were altered by contacts to resemble those of a cat, lit up as she spoke. "Like in 1984, that's how I'd do it. Lock the cage on, light the fire and just let those little fucks chew her pretty fucking face off."

"Damn, Lizzie." I rubbed my chalk on the piece of paper in front of me, then dabbed my pinkie finger in my mouth and wet it a bit before brushing at the edges of, what I hoped, was starting to look like a chalk drawing of a geisha girl accompanying a team of astronauts into space. "You are one scary bitch sometimes."

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. What was it you said last week, death by forced consumption of glitter?" She was working on her own chalk drawing as we spoke. Her's was almost finished and was quite a bit better than mine. It depicted King Kong climbing up a giant building made of broken VHS tapes, holding an Oscar award in his hand. 

"I was kidding. Mostly. I don't really want her dead. I just want her to leave me the fuck alone. She is a person. Somewhere in there. I think."

"Oh, poor Tabby." Lizzie made a jerk-off motion with her hand and the teacher, Mr. Bradford, an older man with a drooping mustache who was quite obviously gay and just as obviously denying it, gave her a disapproving look. This momentarily stopped her, but when he turned to look the other way, she made a "V" with her fingers and made an exaggerated display of licking between them.

I made a disgusted face. "You're so gross sometimes, you little skank."

"Jealous?" She blew me a kiss. "Want me to practice on you?" Taking her hands, which were stained in various colors from the chalk, she pantomimed the motion of spreading open my legs and then diving between them. 

When she spoke again, it was in a mock French accent al la Jacques Cousteau. "Da sea is a symphony of co-lars. Bright, like a mating octopus. And 'er we 'ave the pink vagina of Ericka Bauer, shut up and unused, like da shell of a baby clam." 

"So I should be like you? 'Oh, half the football team! You can run your flea-flicker on me! I'm Lizzie Schroeder, and I take a knee every down.'"

"As if," She blew a cloud of brown chalk dust in my direction, causing me to fake a cough and swat at the cloud with my hands. "Fuck jocks."

"I've heard that is exactly your theory on the matter."

"You heard wrong."

"What about Todd Bellamy? Am I wrong about Todd, too?"

In response, she dug her chalk hard into the outline of a plane that was dropping money above King Kong's head. "I'd like to save some rats for his ass, too."

"Don't homos prefer gerbils?"

"Ew. Now who's gross? Besides, he's not gay, just a dick."

"Word is you don't care much for those either lately."

Holding up a piece of blue chalk like a weapon, she smirked at me, but there was an edge to her words. "Unless you want the inside of your ass to look like a Marc Chagall painting, I'd shut the fuck up."

I held my hands up in surrender and squirmed a bit in my chair. 

Lizzie had once been pretty into Todd, the best wide receiver on the team and the starting varsity small forward on the basketball team, as well. They even dated for a little while. Then, during their relationship, Lizzie had gotten into it with Tabitha while she was trying to paint a wall of the cafeteria while The Razor Girls were trying to practice in there. The word "cunt" was used, not by Tabitha. 

A couple days later, the beautiful blonde had snatched Todd up in her mustang and driven him out her family's cabin by Lake Isabella for the weekend. Witnesses said he barely even protested. He called Lizzie to break things off after the first night. Todd came back on Monday, having already been let off the line by the hard to appease head cheerleader, and tried to patch things up with Lizzie, but it was too late. The cute artist moved on, if rumors were to be believed to a woman well into her thirties, and carried from the ordeal only a lasting hatred of Tabitha Erskine. 

"What's it like," I asked.

"Getting ass raped by a piece of chalk? How the fuck should I know? What kind of kinky bitch do you think I am?"

"No, tard. You know...being with a woman?"

Looking up from her piece, she settled on me with a serious gaze. "Who said anything about me being with a woman?"

"Come on, Lizzie. The whole school knows. They say she picks you up from school sometimes."

"Do they?" She cocked her head to one side and screwed her mouth up.

"What?"

"Just thinking."

"About what?"

"About whether I have enough rats for you, too."

"Lizzie!"

"Fine. Her name is Marissa. And it's...fine, good, you know."

"Is it weird?"

She threw her arms up and the piece of chalk clattered to the table. "Fucking Christ, Ericka. Is it weird? No, it's good. Real good. If you like pussy, I mean."

"And you do? Like pussy?"

"It appears so, now doesn't it? Jesus, do you like pussy? Is that why you're asking? Want to get over her and go taco nova on me right now? I'm a little dusty, but shit." She made a show of clapping the dust off of her hands then faked like she was unbuttoning her pants. 

Jeremy Bell, who still shared class with us, and had a policy of looking through me rather than at me, glanced up from his work—which was, as far as I could tell from the distance, some kind of picture of Batman punching his way through a Congressional meeting—at the excitement. Then, meeting my eyes for just the barest second, quickly looked back down. I felt a flush of embarrassment, but also flecks of anger. Fucking coward.

"No! Stop it. I'm just curious, I guess...Do you do it a lot? Eat pussy?"

"What's a lot?"

"How do you get started? Do you wait until you get home? Does she take you to her apartment or something? Where did you meet her?"

"Apartment? Fuck, we don't even make it out of the parking lot. Her car is actually like the ones from the Flintstones. I get in the floorboard and eat her out and the spasming of her legs carries us all the way home. I'm pretty sure that's how all us weird lesbians get around. The mileage on that thing is excellent, though. Cunt efficiency doesn't waste a drop of fuel. And I met her at PayLess just like you'd expect. They were having a sale on combat boots, and all us bull-dykes got the email notification."

"Okay, fine. If you don't want to take this seriously. I was just curious, and trying to be a good friend. But, if you want to be a freak, it's cool."

"Oh, thank you, Ericka. You're my hero. Allow me to reward you with a three finger salute." Holding up three fingers, she thrust them above her head. "For real, why do you care? You've never asked about this before. What are you thinking?"

"I don't know. Nothing." In my mind, a group of cheerleaders giggled and laughed and hugged each other.

"Yes, you do. What are you thinking about?" The cheerleaders headed toward the showers in one big laughing group. "Or should I say, who are you thinking about?'"

As the imaginary team started striping out of their sweaty uniforms, my thoughts focused on one in the middle. She was tall and blonde and almost perfect in every way, especially her teeth. "Actually, Lizzie, you'd say, 'whom are you thinking about?'"

"Fucking hell. Really, Ericka? You're the smartest dumb girl I know." Her look grew serious. "You can talk to me. You know that right?" Then, with a grin, she added, "You're my number one bitch. If we went to prison, I'd protect your ass. So I needs to know if you's getting' sweet on another lady."

I didn't want to tell her. I didn't even want to tell myself. 

The bell rang an instant later, and I didn't have to.

****

I sat in English and just stared at her, tried to absorb her with my eyes. Tabitha, golden fucking Tabitha. Keeping with her mood from earlier, she ignored me completely, which I should have been grateful for, but somehow wasn't. 

Tabitha looked to her left, scanning the room on her way to peering out the window at the courtyard, her gaze skipping over me as she went. There was no sneer, no look of disdain, and it bothered me somehow. Her lack of attention felt like more of an affront than did her constant disapproval and cruelty. 

What? Now I wasn't even good enough to torment. I tried to shake the feeling from my mind. What was wrong with me? Stupid fucking Lizzie and her lesbian talk. Of course I wasn't attracted to Tabitha Erskine. I hated her. Why would I want to touch her perfect skin, see her flashing smile. Of all people, there was no one I wanted to see naked less than her. I certainly didn't want to touch her. I bet she felt like ice, cold and sharp and burning to the touch. An image of an ice cube melting in my mouth steamed into my imagination and I mentally crushed it.

Fuck Tabby!, I thought. I thought about exactly that.

In the background, Mrs. Pendleton, a pretty woman with long brown hair and an intelligent manner read to the class from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. I had read the book before and hated it. I let the words wash over me and through me and never once tasted their meaning or worth.

"They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force — nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others..."

In my mind, Tabitha came to me, excitedly, a smile on her face, brilliant and full, something I had only ever seen from the side, something that had never been granted to me. In her slender hands, she held a uniform, hunter green contrasted with white cream, the whole thing trimmed in gold. With a gleeful twirl, she spun it around, revealing my last name, "Bauer" emblazoned on the back. 




The Submissive Gene: Ch. 02



"They grabbed what they could get for the sake of what was to be got. It was just robbery with violence, aggravated murder on a great scale, and men going at it blind — as is very proper for those who tackle a darkness."

We giggled together, that joyous giggled that is shared by young girls and middle-aged women who've had too much wine, and we hugged, tightly, She felt soft and delicate in my arms, like a crane, or a swan, and she smelled good, like roses and fresh soap. Being so much shorter than she, my face only reached her shoulder and my chin pressed firmly into one of her perky breasts. It felt nice, happy.

"The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much." 

I looked up at her to thank me, for accepting me, for being nice, finally, and found her mouth close to mine. So close. I could smell her breath, sweet and tinted with mint. It was perfect, like everything else about her. I opened my lips, to suck the taste in, to feel the cool sensation of the mint. 

"What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretence but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea — something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to. . ."

To my surprise and, shockingly, my delight, it was her tongue I tasted. Frosted as it was by the gum, it tickled at me, like an icicle, and I shivered. My own tongue found hers and they danced together. In the back of my throat I hummed a happy song, the school's fight song. After a minute, she did too. In response, we giggled again, this time inside of each others' mouths. We kissed through the laughter, and then ended it with a sigh. When she pulled back, her eyes were bright and affectionate and her mouth was moving. She was asking me something.

"Ms. Bauer? Ms. Bauer? Ericka Bauer? Well? What do you think?"

I came back to the classroom, hesitantly at first, my tongue still wiggled in my mouth seeking out its imaginary partner, then with a frightened start as I realized that the teacher had asked me something.

"What, Mrs. P?" I wiped at my mouth. I had drooled a little. I could feel, with a quick squeeze of my thighs, that I was wet other places as well.

She gave me a disapproving look and then repeated herself, "I said, since you seem to understand this novel so well that you no longer need to pay attention, would you care to explain to the rest of the class what that paragraph means? Hmmm?"

There were chuckles throughout the class. I shot a furtive glance Tabby's way, fearful that she had somehow sensed the inappropriateness of my thoughts. Like earlier, however, she remained static. I didn't understand.

"I'm waiting, Ericka." The teacher tapped her foot.

"Well, uhhh, I think, like, the author, is really talking about, like, bullying, almost. You know? These new people, the savages, are different, you know, like, they look different and act different than he...and so the other people, who are like him, are no different he is. But really, he knows he's no different than the savages, so neither are they, and what they're truly afraid of, kind of, is being the same, you know what I mean?" The teacher paused, thoughtfully, and considered what I was saying. As I was pretty much just pulling it out of my ass, I figured this was a good sign, and continued to lay it on. "The power is all that separates them. And it's not even real power. Not really. I mean, the savages could, like, overthrow them at any time if they'd just realize their own strength. But they don't know this. The other's, though, the oppressors, are keenly aware of this, of their own weakness. That's why they push so hard, and use what power they have, so that the ones being oppressed never think to question it. Otherwise, the truth would be revealed"

This seemed to satisfy her and she turned on her clicking heels and walked to the other side of the class, where she continued her reading. 

I spent the rest of the class trying not to think about Tabitha. What was wrong with me? I practiced my cheerleading routine in my head. I danced it a thousand times. Whenever Tabitha would appear in front of me in my mind, I would quickly pirouette, face the other direction and dance on, at least until she appeared on that side. Then, I'd spin again and start the whole thing over. 

Tabitha couldn't catch up to kiss me again the whole rest of class, and Joseph Conrad blabbered ceaselessly in Mrs. Pendleton's voice about the value of truth.

"You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies — which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world — what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do. Temperament, I suppose..."

****

I spent the hours between the end of school and the time for the audition practicing in the hallway by the old woodworking class, which had been converted into another janitorial closet since the administration had cut such superfluous classes. We were lucky to even still have art class, and just as unlucky to still have gym. I had always hated gym. Nothing like running around red-faced and holding your boobs while a bunch of pervy teenagers looked on.

I still didn't like the sensation of being watched, which is why I had selected the least trafficked area of the school. Still, people occasionally walked through, and I'd be forced to suddenly lean against the wall and pretend to be looking at something on my cell phone. Something that caused me to sweat profusely, apparently. 

In line with that, I also elected to practice without my music—the noise would just attract attention—and so I could only hum softly as I went step-by-step through the routine I had devised. Some logical part of my brain that had been buried by my new found fervor about being a cheerleader insisted that this shyness was something that I would likely have to surpass if I wanted to actually, you know, dance in front of people. Still, I would have to win one victory at a time.

I arrived outside of the door to the drama room at precisely seven o'clock. I had changed from my cargo pants, t-shirt, and Vans into a pair of black yoga pants, a gray tank-top loose enough that it showed the bright pink of my sports bra in several locations, and a pair of well-worn comfortable sneakers. My left hand held a CD with my music choice, and I could see by the flicker of the silver side that I was trembling ever so slightly. I stopped for just a second to gather my wits and catch my breath.

Peering into the double doors, the view into the room blocked on the other side by thick purple curtains, I caught my reflection in the glass of the doors. A frightened girl looked back at me, her head sitting uncomfortably atop the body of a busty full-grown woman. My breast jutted forward and my ass followed behind me as stepped forward and grabbed the door handle. My muscles sprang to life along the top of my thighs, and my skin looked milky against the dark of my outfit. 

I could never decide, in those sorts of moments, whether I was fat, or something else. Sometimes, I felt myself a chubby girl, confused and small, and in others, like a fertility statue come to life. I wanted to be that goddess, if just for a second, wanted to bring forth that divinity from inside me. This was my chance. I could show them all. 

I pulled back the handle and went inside to perform my rain dance.

The room, which was long and wide and littered with purple cloth-backed seats, was dark, all the lights having been turned off except for a single spotlight that flooded the stage in a sterile white glare. On the stage were two chests, one green and one gold, and two folding chairs, one empty and the other with a boombox on it. The single bright stage light lanced out from the back of the room and was, I knew from previous experience, controlled from a light booth at the back of the room, directly above the entrance. 

There was no sign of Tabby, and in the dim light, I could make out precious little detail. Standing at the entrance, I called out.

"Hello? Tabitha?"

"Nice of you to show up, prospect" Came the booming reply over the PA system. 

"Tabby?" I glanced at the ceiling, looking for the source.

"No, Margaret, it's me, fucking God. And yes, you are the only one that gets a period. It's because you're cursed."

"What?" I answered, stepping out to peer up the booth. The light was so bright, however, that all I got were black spots in my vision and a twinge in my neck.

"Of course it's me. Now lock the doors and get on the stage. You here to dance or chat? This is an audition. Not that I think you have a chance in hell."

Hesitantly, and with great confusion, I flipped the lock on the door then picked my way down the aisle to the stage. With no visible ramp, I tried to hop up on the apron as gracefully as possible, but I slipped slightly and had to catch myself with my free hand. Tabitha let out a slight chuckle. Amplified, it boomed out and echoed from all sides of the room. 

"Are you ready?" she asked.

I felt a bit like Dorothy standing before the great Wizard of Oz. Knowing that Tabitha was really just flesh and blood, that she was an actual being behind that God-like voice didn't seem to make anything better. It actually made it a little worse. 

I nodded.

"And you have music?" she asked.

I had to shout a little just for her to hear me. "Yes, I choose a song that I thought—"

"I don't care. Just play it when you're ready."

I walked over to the stereo on legs that suddenly felt gooey and flabby and inserted the disc. I had been a fool. I was in so far over my head. Why had I thought this was a good idea? I paused, my finger directly above the play button. There was still time. I could back out of this. 

No. Fertility goddess. Fertility goddess. This is your chance. One moment. Show them. Show her. Show yourself.

I pressed my finger down until it clicked, then walked downstage and waiting for the first bass line of Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars to kick in. I turned so that my ass was facing Tabitha and the back of the room.

Bump-bah-bah-bah-bah-bump-bump-bah-dah-dah-ah

Ah yes

I started wiggling my hips to the bass, letting it bounce from one cheek of my ass to the other.

Lookie here. Lookie here. Ah, what do we have? Another pretty thang ready for me to grab.

I dropped one shoulder at the first "lookie", then the other at the second. Let the music peel down my back where it met the sway of my thick hips right at the word "grab".

But little does she know that I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing 'cause at the end of the night it is her I'll be holding.

I swirled my butt in a circle motion throughout the next line, like I was balancing an invisible hula-hoop, then shot back my ass to punctuate the last word.

I jumped around to face the front, held my arms out to the side, palms open.

I love you so, that's what you'll say. You'll tell me baby, baby, please don't go away. (Don't go away.) 

I began to dig down into the lyrics as they washed over me, dropping my hips and splaying my legs a little more as I went, like a slowly descending butterfly, lowering myself to the rhythm.

But when I play (when I play), I never stay (I never stay), So, every girl that I meet here this is what I'll say:

I was deep into a squat by the time the second play came on, bouncing my ample ass just inches above the wood of the floor all the way through the second "I never stay". Then, I ran my hands from the outside of my thighs to the inside and wound up with both hands covering my crotch and pulling up slightly at "say", lifting myself up so that I had popped up to my feet for the next part.

Run, run, runaway, runaway, baby, before I put my spell on you.

I stepped to the left in a modified slide-step, shoving my hip up violently as I did, causing the meat of my ass to jiggle as I moved my shoulders and swayed my back in time with the music.

You better get, get, getaway, getaway, darling, 'cause everything you heard is true.

I changed directions, and did the exact same to the left. I felt sexy, alone with the music. I was biting my lip and closing my eyes as I shimmied. 

Your poor little heart will end up alone

I dropped my arms low to my sides and slowly raised them up, , clawing up my body with my hands, puffing my chest, and my tits, out as I did.

'Cause Lord knows I'm a rolling stone.

I traced the outline of my stomach with both hand, making a triangle shape with my fingers, then slid under my breasts to cup them and slightly push them together.

So, you better run, run, runaway...

My fingers were up my throat and running through my hair.

Runaway, baby.

I dropped to my knees on the "baby" and crawled to the edge of the stage on my hands as the bass line thumped.

Uh. Ah yeah.

I rose back up, high on my knees and twisted from side to side. I felt sexy. I was sexy.

Well, let me think, let me think. What should I do? So many eager young bunnies that I'd like to pursue.

My body was alive with it now, and I undulated to the beat, rolling my stomach and pushing my breast forward as I wriggled on my knees.

Now even though they eating out the palm of my hand, there's only one carrot and they all gotta share it.

I made a dramatic show of licking from the middle of forearm to the palm of my hand before finally ending with my middle finger tugging down slightly on my bottom lip. 

I love you so, that's what you'll say. You'll tell me baby, baby, please don't go away. (Don't go away.) 

I rocked back to my heels slowly and deliberately swirled my way to a crouching position.

But when I play (when I play), I never stay (I never stay), So, every girl that I meet here this is what I'll say:

I was almost fully to my feet, gyrating in full tilt, when Tabitha's voice called to me, like an angry God, and pulled me from my revelry. "Stop! Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop."

I didn't quite freeze. My hips were still possessed a little by the music and a bounced ever so slightly as my eyes opened wide again and sought the light booth. I saw only the judging glare of the spotlight. 

Run, run, runaway, runaway, baby

"Cut the music," she continued. "Now."

At a bit of a loss, I did as I was bid. Without the song, it was just me, half-blind and growing suddenly very self-conscious once more, standing in a silent room, awash in unfavorable lighting.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

"Is there a problem?" She let the question linger for a bit before adding, "What. The fuck. Was that?"

"I was, ummm, d-dancing. You know?"

"I did mention that this was a tryout for the cheerleading squad and not whore club, right?"

"I was just trying to make it sexy. I know that—"

"Sexy? You want to be sexy?"

"I mean, it's dancing, right? It's supposed to be s—"

"THAT, was not dancing. That was being a slut to music."

"I-I-I'm sorry. I thought I was doing well. I looked up the latest stuff online and I really practiced."

"You looked it up ONLINE?" The incredulousness in her voice cut into my back like a whip and I stiffened at the pain. Beyond uncomfortable, I now felt utterly foolish. Why had I thought this would ever work? Panic and failure were both rising in me, filling up my throat. I worried one would pour from my eyes and the other would erupt from my mouth. "That's...Wow. Online? Really? Even for you, Bauer. Just...speechless here." She was practically giggling. She sounded nearly giddy. Gone were any fantasies about us dancing together as she gave me my uniform. At this point, I simply wanted to slink away and die.

"Please..." Oh God, the tears were coming. I wouldn't cry in front of her. I could at least do that. "Can I just go? We-We can just forget it."

"Are you crying? Holy shit, you're fucking crying, aren't you?" 

"Please..." Tears. Fuck.

There was a pause. It seemed to last forever. I was just about to walk awkwardly off stage when she came back on. "Hey, hey...don't cry. You really wanted this, huh? You, like, really tried here, didn't you?"

I could only nod in the blistering light.

"You know, I was probably being too hard on you." There was a softness to her tone now. I was immediately suspicious of it, but also, vulnerable and lost, I found myself clinging to that small hint of compassion. "I just...well, you've always been the smart one—"

"You're smart," I added softly, hopefully loud enough for her to hear.

Apparently so, because she answered. "Yeah, but not like you. It's okay. I've made peace with it. I just didn't expect you to be able to dance like...that."

"I didn't mean to be inappropriate."

"No, no, it was sexy. I liked it." There was another pause. "Honestly...Can I be honest with you, Bauer? I mean, Ericka?"

I nodded.

"It kind of turned me on," she said. Something in me screamed a warning, some part of me that still identified with the fertility goddess, that still thought rationally, shouted at me that something was wrong, but I was so open, so raw. I was drawn to the soothing quality of her voice, the foreign friendliness of it. My daydream from English was resurrected by the quality of her voice. I desperately wanted this moment, this dream, to end well. After having thought so fervently about the way that my life might change after my audition, it was impossible for me to give the hope up, even if it was long dead. 

When she continued speaking, I was just adrift enough to listen. "Can I have more? Would you show me more? If you do a good job maybe we can see what we can do about getting you on the squad."

"More of the dance? But you said—"

"In a manner of speaking. A different kind of dance...Open the green chest."

Cautiously, caught between the agony of loss and the glimmer of hope, my emotions a shredded mess, I did as she told me. Even in my stupor, I was shocked to find that the chest contained only a single item: a long, thick realistic-looking dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. Caught unaware, I was uncertain of exactly how to feel, so I settled on something resembling interested uncertainty. What a strange thing to keep in such a big chest. Then, why did she have me open this chest?

I addressed this question to Tabitha by shading my eyes with one hand and looking at toward the lighting box and stating, in a voice that bordered on deadpan, "It's, uh...It's a dick."

"It is." Came the balmy reply. "Take it out for me, Ericka."

"Take it out?"

"Well, it's not doing anyone any good in there, now is it?" She laughed warmly when she said this. The vision I had entertained earlier of us kissing crept back into my mind. The wary part of me, pushed away by hope and emotional exhaustion, took a step back. I reached in a grasped it around the shaft. Hard, but not too hard, it felt like what I imagined a real dick might. I had never felt one, a fake cock or a real one. I knew instantly that the genuine article would likely have a slightly different texture, a different density. But I also knew, just as surely, that this one was modeled to replicate one as much as possible. 

The dong felt heavy and just a smidge floppy in my hand as I rotated my hand. "What...do you want me to do with it?"

"See that suction cup on the bottom? Lick it then attach it to that empty folding chair on the stage."

I was keenly aware of each jiggle the fake cock made as I walked over to the metal chair. "Okay, I guess." There was a pressure building in me, a sudden prickling of realization. Somehow, in my desire to make this all turn out well, I ignored the goose bumps, fought down the fear that should have been rising. I giggled a little when I ran my tongue around the concave, rubber feeling cup on the bottom. Then, I firmly pounded the sex toy onto the seat where it fastened with a "plopping" noise. "I did it," I said, as if that were enough, as if I had now accomplished the task set before me. I felt a small rush of pride and accomplishment at my success and half expected her to come over the speaker again and say, "Congratulations! You did it! You stuck a fake dick on a chair! You're in!" No such commendation came, however, and I was stuck there for a minute, standing motionlessly as the dong bobbed in bright light.




The Submissive Husband Ch. 01



"After a grand wedding, a wife should be pleasing her husband in as many ways as possible. That's tradition. When a husband displeases a wife, that's tradition too. But what if the husband displeases her wife too much because of lack of sex? Well, that is a problem solved by bondage."

Louise was quickly entered into the world of bondage as she read the previous ad. Her cunt seemed to throb as she read the enciting words. Her husband was displeasing her, but she loved him, and thought of his well being before sex. That doesn't mean she doesn't want to straddle him and ride him till dawn, though.

After they had wed, a day of consummation was promised to her by her beloved husband, Seth. And that he gave her, gaining from her gasps of pleasure and moans of finality as they fucked from room to room stark naked. After that mind blowing sex, Seth had promised her that he loves her forever, and will do anything for her. Louise believed that, and anticipated like a bitch for a treat when he also swore a fruitful sex life.

But what she got was sex considered daily. Which was once a month, most of the time none, extremely rare of the time two. 

As much as how sex deprived she was, she couldn't get herself to shove his cock in her wet cunt whenever she wanted to. His work tired him most of the day, probably due to her father's promotion to him as the current CEO, which not only decreased their time together, but increased their savings from a ten thousand per month, to a ten thousand per hour. She didn't need it though. What she needs is him and his love and promises and passion. But of course, life is a bitch, and she didn't get it.

So instead she focused herself to stories of sex, having a vibrator to help her. During these times, she was alone in the house with an orgasm to lose. She had an orgasm daily, once a day, a mind wrecking one once a week, and making love to anticipate to at a random date once a month. But when the session came around, she was frustrated. Seth had lost his touch and climaxed fifteen minutes before her. Faking orgasm seemed like a crime to Louise, so she hammered herself on his cock instead, as he shot spurts of cum inside her, moaning as she blew up on his cock and exploded on it too. But it still wasn't enough, and she ended up frustrated each date.

But a frustrated wife can be done with the bullshit she's dealing with. 

With the consent of Seth, Louise bought some leather ropes (only the consent of wasting money, though, but fifteen bucks isn't even a drop in their bucket of money, plus the fact she also has allegiance in the money they have so she can buy anything she wants without Seth's permission). She tied them to the bed's four corners. The black contrasted against the brown, but it is camouflaged in the right dim lighting.

Then she made some heavy dinner, even considering to use Viagra as an ingredient, but decided to use it in later months of fucking. She'd wear a white button up shirt and one of his pair of gray plaid boxers too. She's extremely turned on whenever she wears his clothes, especially his underwear. She could tell Seth is quite turned on too, but rather undresses her out of it quickly. Maybe his clothes weren't such a turn on for him as much as it is for her.

When she heard the garage door open, she made some finishing touches to his dinner, before meeting him at the door. Seth came in, his suit crumpled, his black jet hair tousled and ran over, and her favorite shade of blue on his eyes showing tiredness and a desire to sleep. Louise pitied the man, promising him mentally a good night worth of massage.

Seth noticed in the right lighting that one, she was still absolutely gorgeous like how she is when he came in, even while in the dark, two, she's wearing his clothes, even his underwear, and three, she wasn't wearing any bra. For others she seemed like a child, standing at 5'3 with a chest much like a chubby boy who has yet to reach puberty, wearing a grown man's clothes, but god help him. He was turned on at the sight, and along his straining shoulders, his cock strained in his slacks as well. Thank damn he was behind her. 

He gobbled on the food she prepared him, closing his eyes in relief for some yummy homemade food. Nothing beats a meal after being hungry during afternoons and late evenings for months, well, maybe sex. But he decided to eat, eat, eat, before fuck, fuck, fuck. He was in the mood to ravish his wife's body and worship every square inch of it. He got a bit carried away at thinking, as his cock hardened again, but not fully enough. 

"How was your day, baby?" Louise asked, hoping to hear his day. Most of the time they don't speak anymore, except for occasions and sex, but she might as well change it along with her sex life.

"Stressful. This hotheaded new worker in the building kept complaining about how he should be treated like a god, and not cramped with work. I wanted to fire him off and punch him in the face, but he's a smart head. I hope his wife punishes him." Seth said, continuing to chew up his food. She giggled, before wiping his chin off of the falling food pieces.

When the dishes were deposited on the sink, she led him to the bedroom. Again his cock raged in his slacks, and lewd thoughts were entering his mind like bullets, so he was thankful once more for being behind his wife. But her plump butt covered in his worn out pair of boxers might had got his buddy more excited than he had thought.

They arrived at the bedroom, with the smell filling up his nose with lavenders and lemons and lighting so dim he could hardly see anything. Must have probably been one of Louise's kinks at getting him turned on. She turned around and he could swore she caught attention of his hard on but decided to ignore it. She pushed him on the bed roughly, and Seth thought they would go cowgirl position again when she announced she'd massage him.

Besides from the fact that Louise was a great cook and a massive turn on for his poor sex life and also the greatest weakness in his life generally, she was an amazing masseur. He rolled on his stomach and positioned himself in the middle of the bed, before filling her weight on his back as her hands started to massage his tense shoulders, feeling the tension disappear like fog. 

She gradually moved her hands to his neck, eliciting a groan of relief from him. She could feel the set muscles on his neck undoing like a lock of a chest, letting relief in. She moved down towards his back, forcing her to sit on the back of his knees, as she carefully applied pressure on his spine and moved gracefully, earning more groans as she made some cracking sounds on his back. He was enjoying this action on his back, well, he should enjoy it better on his butt.

Louise moved downward again and cupped each of Seth's firm buttcheeks and massaged them in circular motions. He groaned into the pillow as the most strained part of his body was massaged with soft, slender hands. She spent a long time down there, making sure the tension was eradicated completely from it.

She lowered again, massaging each of his thighs and legs, before his feet. She could tell his feet was strained like his butt too, and spent quite some time there before she managed to get him flip on his back and tie the ropes to his ankles. Then she returned to sit on his stomach, paying no attention to the bulge between his legs that grew even harder during the massaging session.

She took his head and massaged his tense forehead too, enjoying the look of relief on his face as his eyes fluttered closed. After a few moments she stopped and let him regain his vision for a while before lowering her head and kissing him on the lips.

The touch of her warm lips jolted him awake, as she forced her tongue in his mouth and flicked his tongue. Electricity sparked in his spine and he focused his attention on her cherry flavored tongue, not realizing that she had tied both of his wrists in the exchange, until she broke away from the kiss. Seth reached up to touch her face, but was already bound on the bed. He tried to move up his knees, but found them tied too. His eyes darted away from his limbs to meet her gaze as she nervously looked down at him.

"Alright, I have a proposition to make." She said, putting her hands on his shoulders to balance her upper body. "If you would allow me, then I would like to take over our entire sex life."

His eyes spoke confusion.

"There are two things you can do whether you remember this night as a contract, or forget it as a night of embarrassment. If you call me by my name then I'd let you go to fall asleep peacefully, then go to work without any interruptions. If you call me another name... well, I have tons of ideas for the next few months, even years. What do you say?"

Was there even two options for Seth's brain in the pants?

He had always wanted her to take over their sex life and order him around and get him to have her wet and spluttering as she came in his mouth dear god she didn't even need to ask if she'd like to take over their sex life! He'd gladly give the power of it to her, any day of his life. 

There was one problem though, but he had his answer.

"What should I call you then?"

Louise couldn't contain it. As much as she didn't want to scare him, an evil smirk took over her mouth. 

"Master."

Seth almost came in his pants.

She wanted dominance. He wanted submission.

"Master." He breathed out.

The contract was sealed and Louise had won. Again she kissed him aggressively, before speaking out the ground rules. But she just wanted to get over it already and have him lick up every drop her cunt was spilling right now.

"Alright baby, we need some ground rules." He remained listening. "First of all, you are to call me Master at all times. Second, you will only say my name if, and only IF, you have to do something else more important than your submission. My name is also the safe word if you want to stop what's coming soon, alright?"

"Yeah."

She pinched his nipple as the fabric protected his remnants of being a woman, not too hard, but enough to make a point.

"What did you say?"

"Y-Yes Master."

"Good. And three, the most important rule of all," she lowered herself to his ear, and whispered. "No moving, no sounds, no cumming. Not until I say so." She brandished every word with a tone of natural dominance, turning him on even harder. 

"Yes Master." He said weakly with a tone of natural submission.

"Good. You have seven more rules to learn, but we'll go through that tomorrow. As for now..." she said, her head turning and lingering on his bulge. "I have a massive, hard cock to deal with." She left a wink in his vision, before turning around and facing his cock. 

At first, Louise stared at it, teasing the bound submissive. But then she got more erotic, randomly pressing his cock and stroking it with a finger, trying so hard to get out of his slacks. Each of her action elicited some movement from his legs, as she realized how hypersensitive he had become from being so hard.

Then she went quickly, and grabbed his cock and balls and massaged it dutifully. Seth screamed in pleasure, earning a rough pinch in his thigh as he was reprimanded of her third rule. That shut him up and Louise was able to continue her massaging of the strained and wet cock, as his pants turned soaked.

Of course that wasn't the only thing soaked. Louise's cunt needed some action too, but Seth can do that later for her.

She touched and pressured every inch of his cock and balls while still straining in his slacks, as Seth tried but failed to follow her third rule. He kept gasping and shuddering and jerking his legs. He wanted his cock free right now, and also for Louise to undress and keep teasing him. Oh god this was the pain of being submissive, kept on the edge but never allowed to jump.

He felt his buckle move and get removed, and he anticipated cold air to move around his cock. But to no avail, Louise had teased him again, and even massaged his cock and balls slowly and fully as they fought to be free from Seth's now unbuckled slacks.

Louise got impatient soon, and removed his slacks roughly down and away from his body, having to remove the ropes to get his lower body completely naked in her view. She tied his ankles again, before sitting on Seth's stomach again and purposely slowly remove his tie erotically. 

Seth's cock jumped at the relief of cold air, and he felt it bob to the left and right as he tried so hard to thrust into something solid and just come there and then. With Louise in view he knew he'd take no time, but dear god he didn't have anything to stroke himself with, and even Louise wouldn't do it as she's still removing his tie. Finally she removed it, then untied his wrists painfully slowly. But as his upper body jumped and reached for her shirt collar, she swatted his hands away like flies and forced him to have his hands balance him instead in order to reach her eyes with level to his. 

"No touchy touchy, baby." She said with that playful smirk of hers that turned him on so much. With what Seth did, she had involuntarily slid down and sat on his cock. The relief to have something solid, albeit as soft as fabric, was good enough for him and started to thrust.

"No, don't do that, slave!" Louise glared at him and he stopped, rather regretfully. "I will let you off for that but the next time, I wouldn't be too gentle."

He was forced to watch her undress his shirt slowly, with each button earning erotic circle motions and receiving puckers from Louise's lips. He moaned painfully inside, as his cock continued to throb underneath Louise's plump butt, and he ached to shove it in her close cunt. But he didn't, not because of fear of Louise's punishment, but he wanted to know what will happen for their first ever bondage session, even though it was so goddamn slow. Finally, Louise had parted his shirt open, and peeled it off of him before having his limbs tied and bound.

Then, he lay on the bed naked and bound. Louise got off of him and examined the bed in interest and wonder. Her handiwork was perfection. Seth's cock continued to throb at where she left it, while the owner himself was blushing a deep shade of red, not only of pain, but of embarrassment as well as he realized that he was naked and bound and perfect for viewing to anyone's eye, while Louise was clothed, although lightly, but still clothed, and viewed him with so much interest she looked like an outsider.

Louise walked off to find something, and to Seth's horror it was an expensive phone with a front HD camera. She opened the lights and there he saw, much to his added embarrassment, that not only was his tanned body so easily identified on a white bed, with his limbs tied with black ropes to the wooden posts, but he was also sporting a gray puddle of precome underneath him. Louise took a few shots of his most embarrassing moment, while gaining a few ideas on how to make him even more embarrassed in other sessions.

"I wonder what will happen if your coworkers see you tied up like this!" Louise said out loud, making sure Seth heard and enjoying his mortified expression. He quickly shook his head.

"You-You wouldn't!" He stammered as she set the phone down in a drawer.

"But if I would?" She threatened, loving her control of the situation. She wouldn't, of course, his cock was hers to see and only hers.

But she wasn't going to tell him that yet.

"Alright wimp, shut up!" She said as she saw how Seth was about to say something. "Now, I promise your coworkers wouldn't see your big, dirty cock- oh wait no. I promise your stupid friends wouldn't see MY cock overflowing like the whore it is if you don't anger me, alright?!"

"Yes Master!" 

Louise kept the lights on, and settled her position in front of Seth's- no, her cock. She made sure that Seth could see every movement she made and moved her hands up to her shirt collar. His eyes followed, and Louise smirked. She opened it one by one, and pulled the halves apart to let him see her small breasts, the dark nipples on it hardened.

"Baby do you want this?" She asked.

"Yes Master."

"Yes Master what?"

"Yes Master I want your breasts."

"Good boy." And when Seth's head pulled up, she quickly retaliated. "Nu-uh! You won't be getting these."

She buttoned her shirt up again, leaving Seth a quivering mess under her. She laughed, before slowly stroking his cock with her finger, getting an area of precome in her finger. She presented her finger to Seth's lips, which he licked and sucked dirtily.

"Good boy. Who's my good cumslut, baby?"

"I am."

Satisfied, she withdrew her fingers and slowly encircled ten around his full nine inch hard cock. She stroked him, gradually getting faster and faster, as Seth elicited moans of relief and signs of near orgasm. As each pump of her hands oozed out more precome, Seth was in the point of no return. He screamed out his arrival and just at the final push, Louise left his cock dangling. Horrified, Seth tried to thrust and hump his silly boner against nothing and try and try to get that final stroke he needed to reach his high, but to no avail. Louise laughed, having always wanted to deny his orgasm.

For the next moments each of his predicaments ended him with no orgasm at all, crying tears of frustration and whimpering and pleading to get his orgasm. His cock and balls turned dark purple as they held in denied cum, aching at every heart beat. Louise loved how he looked so disheartened at every denied orgasm, and how his legs would tense before she would stop stroking and how his cock seemed to be much, much bigger it was now than how he fucked her hundreds of times before.

She deprived him of his vision with the same tie he undressed him out of, and stroked him a few times to ensure hardness and fullness. Then she snapped more photos of him, bound, naked and blindfolded, and increased the wetness she had been producing throughout the event. Her entire legs were soaked, and decided she'd get her first nerve wracking orgasm of the night when he'd come without her permission. But first, she must tease him to the brink of insanity before doing the insane act.

Grabbing her wireless vibrator, she turned it to the lowest setting and nearing it to Seth's ear enough for him to realize she was going to use a vibrator. She sat in front of his cock again, and positioned the vibrator's head to the base of his cock.

The response was spontaneous. He screamed in pleasure as she rolled the vibrator up and down his thick cock. She increased the settings randomly, finally ending at five, when she brought the vibrator up and down on his cock like she was stroking him. When his legs tensed, she removed the vibrator in time. He was kept on the edge once again, unable to orgasm. He jerked around in his bondage, crying and pleading to be able to orgasm even just once. Louise didn't listen, and let her man writhe in a painful session of orgasm denial, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

Finally it was the time she's been waiting for. As much as she was the dominant, she loved his cock the most when it came to sexual things. She loved sucking his cock, and he loved having his cock sucked. She would tease him back in the day, forcing him to tell her to please hurry up, before she sucked all of his juice and kiss his already swollen lips then proceed to get fucked. It was time for another teasing blowjob session, with no orgasm happening at all.

She sat again on him after she had given her a glass of ice cold water to calm him down. He did so, after a few minutes, but kept his hard cock.. well, hard. She let him rest for a bit, before she sat on him to start her final teasing session of the day. She removed the tie too, and added pillows under his head just enough for him to see the blowjob happen.




The Submissive Husband Ch. 01



"I want you to look at me in the eye, no breaking eye contact. I don't want you to close your eyes in pleasure to. Blink if you need to, but keep your eyes on mine all the time." She warned, knowing how he always get so turned on the most whenever they stare during blowjobs and oral sex. He nodded, fearful of what she was to do.

She licked the tip of his cock sensually, her eyes on his all the time. His eyes widened and his legs jerked. Then, she sucked the tip of his cock, making the ever slightest moaning sound resonate from her throat to his cock, causing it to vibrate just a little. His toes curled, his body arched and his eyes went shut. 

The moment it did, she slapped his inside thigh. He screamed at the sudden pain and opened his eyes in fear of her anger. He saw her smiling though, although it was the smile of a mischievous child who caught her friend naked with a camera.

"What did I say?"

"N-no breaking of eye contact."

"What did you do?"

"I-I broke eye contact, Master."

"What does that make you?"

"A n-naughty boy."

"And naughty boys get what?" Louise asked, intensifying her gaze at the last word.

"P-Punished."

She slapped each of his thighs on the inside as hard as she can muster, earning screams of pain. Each contact was a hard blow, which was enough to deflate his nine inches back to a small seven. After twenty slaps in each thigh she examined the skin. Bright red due to the intense slapping, and his cock and balls still dark purple, although turning quite blue. His cock deflated, earning him a stare from Louise.

"Did I tell you to go soft?"

"No, Master."

"Then get hard!"

Although it was an order, she got it back in its nine inch glory with one stroke, before she lowered her head again. She glued her gaze to his, before licked and sucked the tip of his cock again.

He jerked and writhed underneath her ministrations, progressing his orgasm again. He never once broke eye contact with her, even as she licked the underside of his cock and shoved it in the back of her throat. She sucked and licked and grazed her teeth on the entire shaft, gracious to be born without a gag reflex, and moaned loudly. The vibrations set Seth into sky high, before he felt his orgasm coming.

With all he could muster, he stopped his orgasm, which was an extremely hard feat as Louise kept his cock in her mouth and his need to cum was so intense. Louise had expected him to cum right there, but was surprised and extremely glad he didn't. 

"Aren't you such a good boy?" She cooed after getting his cock out of her mouth as she rose and tickled his chin, like an owner would to a dog. "Not coming without my permission, good boy, baby! You could compare to a dog."

His tears of frustation streamed down as she laughed at his face. "Don't worry baby, you'd get it soon enough... not!"

She stood up on the bed, allowing Seth a long, needing look at her thin, sexy legs, before she pushed her underwear down, revealing a sexy shaved cunt, dripping wet. Some of her juice dripped down to his stomach, as he noticed her legs are just as wet as her cunt.

She lowered herself slowly, circling the tip of his cock to her rim as she enjoyed the feeling. Seth could only hope he wouldn't come right there and then, but that was until she shoved him right into her wet cunt easily with the lubrication of her and his juices. He easily moved towards her g spot and sped there like a bullet. Her cunt clenched around his cock and seemed to like the shaft inside as it convulsed around the head.

Seth felt spurt after spurt of hot cum come right out of his cock the moment she shoved him in her cunt. Louise seemed to acted the same way, as she screamed out loud and felt her cunt empty up its contents on his aching cock. She jabbed her fingers on his shoulders to get at least some balance as her cunt exploded like the greatest orgasm ever produced since history of mankind. She was done a whole five seconds before Seth did, regaining his tired state seemingly ten times worse. He could hardly blink without wanting to close his eyes and sleep forever.

"Wait, don't sleep yet." Louise lost her dominant tone and her voice sounded like a wife now. Seth kept his eyes open to look at his gorgeous master, trying to stay awake.

"Can you give me another orgasm baby?" She asked, still concerned of his well being. Seth mustered the energy to nod, and soon enough his deflated and spent cock escaped Louise's cunt, and he found himself face to face with it.

He realized he had just cum in it earlier, and thought of several ways to escape his situation. But he decided why the fuck not, and licked up her cavern.

His tongue circled around the rim, before he shoved it in, ravishing the taste of both his wife and his juices. He licked and sucked what he could lick and suck, and strained his neck up to reach her g spot. He licked at it several times as he thrusted his tongue up against it at the same time as she jumped on his face, knocking him out of his breath several times. He sucked what he could suck, and felt her tense, before being flooded with white waves of cum combined with both his and her juices, lapping at it and getting everything that his tongue could reach. He licked the rest of it off her thighs and the inside of her cunt, before he fainted of exhaustion.

His tongue was always so skilled. Louise was happy and spent after getting her second mind blowing orgasm of her dominant life. She removed her body from his face to give him an appreciative kiss, but found he had fainted. At first she was worried and that maybe she pushed him too far, but her dominant side kicked in and convinced her he was fine. She took a towel and cleaned the cum off of his hair, lips, cock and balls, legs and stomach, before doing the same to hers. Then she untied his limbs, kissing the sore skin and have them wrapped around her after she switched off the lights. 

That night, they got wet dreams of each other, getting the positions they loved and having all sorts of stuff and fetishes done in it. Seth dry humped Louise to get his orgasm, while Louise had her cunt stroking his cock to get hers.



The Submissive: In the Beginning



The basement was hot and the air hung heavy with dampness. Kelly could feel the sweat beads slowly rolling down from beneath the ropes that were carefully woven about her slender, graceful arms. The ropes pulling her hands upward were just tight enough to let her heels barely rest on the ground. The tension kept her slender, petite frame taunt. The blindfold pulled a little at her long auburn hair. She was wondering how long she would have to stand here. It had been at least ten minutes since her friend Karen had tied her like this. She knew Karen was still in the room, sitting silently. Should I be doing this, she thought. The doubts started creeping through her mind. The silence seemed to grow thick like the air. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted. She heard the door at the top of the stairs open... close... lock. Her heart jumped in her chest. She could hear the sound of heavy footsteps slowly working their way down the old wooden stair case. The wood creaking as they strained beneath the weight. Her pulse raced, what have I done?

Karen was possibly the most beautiful woman Kelly had ever known. She was tall and slender and had sexy, long, legs with a perfectly rounded apple shaped ass. She wore a C-cup that was really a little too small, her breasts straining slightly against it. Her face had an angelic beauty that was only emphasized more by her flowing golden blond hair. She felt the contrast to her own petite frame. Kelly knew she was "pretty", but would never consider herself beautiful. Some men found her auburn red hair and fair skin attractive but not like they did Karen. Most people called her cute. Part of her secretly desired to be called beautiful. Her breasts left a little more room in her b-cup then she would like. Still Kelly was proud of her small rounded ass. It was tight and toned like the rest of her body. Years of aerobic exercise at the gym had kept it that way. Her abs showed just the hint of a six pack. For her staying attractive was hard work. It seemed it just came naturally to Karen.

Kelly had known Karen for years. She knew Karen was... well, a slut. She also was the only person she trusted to be truly honest with her. The only person she felt she could trust to keep her secrets. That's why that night, the weekend after her divorce was final, she had confided in her. That secret desire, she had told her husband about it. She had only asked him to use his tie. To wrap it around her wrists, tie it to the headboard. 

"That's my best tie!" he had complained. Looking at her judgmentally, not offering an alternative to the tie. That's what she wanted, she needed. He didn't care.

She never told him how deep it went. The way it made her feel. Deep inside when the fantasies came to her. How so many nights she had laid in bed the damp aching between her legs. Knowing she was unable to confide in him.

Kelly had always been the good wife, playing the role. She wanted to make her husband happy. Still she had found herself fighting that emptiness. Perhaps that's why she liked Karen so much. She was honest about her life, her desires. If she couldn't live her own fantasies she would live vicariously through Karen's.

Maybe it was the plum wine. Maybe it was the years of holding back so much. Keeping it locked so deep inside. She just needed to tell someone. The conversation had started innocently enough. Talking about her divorce, how she was pissed off. About the anger and betrayal she felt. As the bottle reached half way she had found herself saying things she never dreamed she would say. How she desired to submit herself to a man, completely. How she had taken one of her husband's old ties and hidden it away. Using it in those special moments when her husband was out. How she would lie in the dark with it wrapped around her wrists, pulling it tight. With her hands bound tightly she would let her hands settle between her legs. Eyes closed tightly trying to imagine her husband standing over her, commanding her to masturbate. 

She had found herself telling Karen everything. How she had so often pulled her knees beneath herself, with her ass in the air. One hand had tried desperately to slap her ass. It was only a hint of what she truly wanted. Her other hand would be between her legs, fingers sliding in an out. Working her pussy hard, bringing her closer and closer to the peak. How she would stop her vain slapping and let her fingers slip between her ass cheeks, one finger, teasing that forbidden hole. She would wish it was her husband's cock. That thought always diminished the fantasy. She had to learn to block it out. Think of a cock any mans cock, she had told herself thick, hard. She had fantasized that her finger tip was that cock. Teasing her before it began to push deep inside. She had never pushed her finger beyond the outer teasing, but that was always the thought that took her over the edge.

Realizing what she was saying she had suddenly felt so exposed. Karen's gaze was upon her. Not judgmental, just smiling. She had begun to cry, her emotions flowing freely. Karen pulled her in close raining soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, and then pressing gently against her lips their breath intermingling. 

Kelly had pulled back, "No I can't" she said quietly

Karen smiling simply whispered quietly to her. "It's okay. Sweetheart, it's going to be okay." then her voice taking a more serious tone "I know a man. One who could give you what you want." 

Kelly pulled back a little more, looking a little shocked. "No I couldn't. Not really. It's just a fantasy. I couldn't trust someone... I mean... how could I...?" She had spoken in half thoughts.

"Do you trust me" Karen replied

"Of course I do but..." her voice trailed off "How do you know..."

Karen broke her off. "I have been his for almost a year now."

Kelly needed to break the tension. It felt too intense to real. She giggled then slapped her friend lightly. "You Slut, who is he!" she cried out.

"I can't tell you, because I don't know. I've never seen him. He has his rules, I follow them"

Kelly looked shocked, "How... How do you... I mean" she stammered half in disbelief.

"I've always been blindfolded. I met him through a friend I trusted. I can't know who he is until I prove myself. I have one last rite of passage." 

Kelly laughed in disbelief... "You are a slut! You fucking slut!" she said again her head spinning from the wine. 

Falling backward laying on the floor she giggled a little more. It felt freeing to release everything she had been holding in. To not be judged. Still it was just a fantasy. She wasn't as bold as Karen. She couldn't really. It was just a fantasy. 

She heard Karen laugh saying "Yes I am, and proud of it!" Karen had pushed her chest out, her head held high in a comic pose, hands on her hips looking like superman. Then she relaxed her pose. "Okay maybe you're not ready. Maybe for you it's just a fantasy." She had said this as she moved to her knees. "But right now all I want is chocolate!" She stood up a little tipsy from the wine and headed for the kitchen. 

Kelly lay on the floor for a moment more as her giggles subsided. The words caught her by surprise, maybe for you it's just a fantasy. She felt that emptiness slowly flow back into her body. Just a fantasy, it whispered softly in her mind. A moment more passed as she stared at the ceiling. Shaking it off, she stood up wobbling. Thrusting her arm up in the air as if charging into battle, she cried out "Give me chocolate or give me death". She had run, laughing into the kitchen. The subject never came up again. 

That had been over six months ago. She had dated one man a few times but nothing came of it. It was way too soon for a relationship. She had found herself indulging deeper into her fantasy. She had ordered some rope on line, passing it under the mattress so she could tie it to her ankles, legs spread. She had gotten rid of her ex-husbands old tie. She bought a new one on line at Brooks Brothers. She had spared no expense. $115 dollars, pure silk, woven in England knowing how expensive it was seemed to heighten her experience more. Then there was the blindfold, the gag... the dildo. Her obsession started to frighten her a little. Still she tried desperately to fill the emptiness.

She had often placed herself on the bed, legs tied spread eagle, eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged. She would let the fingers of one hand tease her ass while the other would furiously plunge the dildo deep inside her wanting pussy. She would find herself feeling like a dirty whore. It was a feeling she found herself reveling in. Still, even when she finally exploded in an ecstasy that could only be brought about by acting out her forbidden desire, it wasn't enough. Every time when she had cooled down the emptiness would slowly creep back in. Those words like rolling waves would echo in her mind... Maybe for you it's just a fantasy. 

She had been avoiding Karen. In part from shame of what she had told her. In part from fear of what she might tell her. She was in that state. Lying in bed, the sweat having already dried to her body, the emptiness filled her again. She picked up the phone. Pressed speed dial. The voice on the other side was warm, friendly. 

"Hey Kelly I haven't heard from you for a while..." the voice of her friend was so familiar and comforting. She realized how much she had missed talking with her. 

She replied, "Hey Karen... I... I... her voice faltering as her thoughts raced.

Kelly hearing the apprehension in her voice asked with concern. "Hey you okay?"

"I want to meet him", she could barely believe she was saying it.

"Are you sure honey? I thought it was just a fantasy for you"

"I... I need to meet him..." the sound of that need, ringing in her soft tones.

Two days later. She had pulled up in front of the house Karen had given her directions to. It was a beautiful two story home in an upscale neighborhood. The real estate sign in the front yard proclaiming in big red letters...FOR SALE. Walking to the front door she found it was open. As she walked in she found Karen was waiting just inside out of sight

"Hi Karen, is he here?" She questioned nervously

Karen turned, her eyes never leaving the floor. "Follow me." she said in an emotionless tone that caught Kelly off guard.

"But Karen..."

Karen cut her off sharply "Do not speak unless given permission."

She quietly followed Karen as she walked to the kitchen. She noticed the house was completely unfurnished. Karen went to the door leading to the basement. Kelly followed. Part of her wanted to turn, walk out, or run. Her feet kept following. She felt almost trapped as she descended the old wooden stairs into the basement. The air was hot and moist. It hung heavy with a musty odor mingled with the scent of burning wax. There were no lights except for a couple dozen candles placed about the large open space. Against the far wall there was an electric heater that gave off an orange red glow. The unfinished concrete floor and walls gave the room a bare empty feeling. Large wooden beams ran across the unfinished ceiling. She followed as her friend led her to the middle of the room. There was an old wooden chair. A length of rope had been carefully coiled and hung over the back of the chair. There were two silken blindfolds lying on the chair next to a long leather riding crop. On the floor she saw a metal bar with black leather cuffs at either end.

"I am to prepare you for him." Karen said as she reached for the rope "Take off your clothes".

Kelly hesitated then began to slowly remove her cloths and placing them in a pile on the floor. Karen took the loose ends of the rope, brought them together, then pulled it through her hands until she held a loop at the center point. Karen stood watching Kelly until she stood naked before her. Kelly's body trembled, not from cold, as the heat and moisture in the air already had her newly exposed skin damp and sticky. She trembled from doubt.

"Karen am I... I'm not going to... really... am I going to be okay?" she questioned, as a tear began its journey down her cheek.. Karen saw the worry in her eyes, the tear, and with her familiar reassuring smile. "Oh God, sweet heart, yes. There are just rules. They have to be followed." she wiped the tear from her cheek "I know how you're feeling it was just a year ago I was standing where you are right now. I'm fine aren't I? Just take a deep breath, clear your mind. This is what you wanted right?" 

Kelly nodded in acknowledgment. 

"Try to take those feelings and embrace them. You are about to start a journey that will teach you who you really are. I will be with you the whole time. ", her voice was reassuring, Kelly felt herself relax a little. I want this she heard that voice say deep inside.

Karen still smiling took Kelly's arms, pressed them together palm to palm, elbow to elbow. Kelly watched as her friend, in silence, wrapped the center loop about her wrists. She then passed it though the loop, leaving a loop so the next could pass though. Karen continued to intricately weave the rope back and forth with skilled procession. It's beautiful, Kelly thought to herself. She could feel the heat rising between her legs.

"Where did you learn..." Kelly began.

Once again she was cut off. "He taught me, just as in time you will learn." Karen continued "Bringing you to him is my final rite. If he accepts you as his new slave then he will release me and consider me worthy of knowing him. I will still be his submissive, just not his slave. For him it's a matter of rank so to speak. For now you are not even a slave. You are only an initiate. If he rejects you then I will be the one who is punished. I wouldn't have chosen you if I didn't think you were ready."

Mixed, confusing emotions passed through her as Karen's weaving reached her elbows. She could feel the heat between her legs as it became an wanting, aching feeling.

"I am to tell you the rules. Listen closely, what you don't learn now he will teach you. It will be a much harder lesson." Karen spoke in a calm but serious tone. "I already told you the first rule. Do not speak unless given permission. You aren't doing too well at that and yes he is watching. Second, if he speaks to you answer only what you are asked, nothing more. Do not ask questions unless he has given you the right to. Then still ask permission first, Master May I please speak, is how I have learned to ask. Always call him master. You will need a safety word. If things get to be too much for you use it and he will stop. He will release you from any bounds, and leave. It will end permanently you will never be with him again. What word do you want to use?"

Kelly thought for a moment then responded with "fluffy" it was the name of her cat. It was short and she felt it would be easy to say under pressure. During her fantasies it is what she had thought she would use.

As Karen talked she passed the ends back through the middle of the binding, then pulling them out at the wrist. She wrapped them around, making a loop then tying it off again. Kelly marveled at her friend skill. Karen tossed the ends over a beam above them and then walked behind her.

Slipping the loose ends into the loop still at her wrist, Karen began pulling upward. Raising her arms into the air, lifting until she could feel her heals leave the floor. Her toes strained to keep touch with the ground. Then Karen tied it off at the loop. The rope relaxed a little and Kelly's heals settled down barely touching the floor. From the chair Karen picked up the silken blindfolds. One she laid across her shoulder. The second she started to wrap around Kelly's eyes. 

"Above all remember the first rule. Repeat it to me."She told her.

Kelly spoke quietly "Speak only when spoken too."

"Good" Karen replied, pulling the knot at the back of the blindfold tight. A few of Kelly's auburn strands had been caught. The pain was slight. The thought went through her mind. This is where it begins. For Kelly it was no longer just a fantasy. That voice inside her went silent as she felt a heat within her fill the emptiness. The heat radiated out from between her thighs. Her body trembled again, now in anticipation. She could feel as drops of moisture from her pussy began to trickle down her thighs.

Karen put her own blind fold on and knelt on the ground a few feet in front of Kelly. Waiting, knowing he was watching. Knowing he would come to her when he was ready. 

The sound of the footsteps softened as he moved from the last of the wooden steps and onto the concrete floor. Still Kelly could hear him. She felt like she needed to burst. The anticipation began to grow beyond her limits. She felt as the slight trembling she had been feeling grew, her whole body shaking. She knew he could see this. Then she could smell it. The scent of musky men's cologne, combined with the masculine smell of sweat. For a moment it reminded her of her husband when he would come home from the gym, before he showered. That thought quickly left. She could hear the sound of his breathing right behind her. He was close. 

First the feeling of thick fingers on her shoulder. Then the roughness of his hand as his grip became more firm. 

"Slave is this what you have brought to me?" His deep, stern, voice echoed in the barren basement. It almost sounded of disappointment.

"Master, yes." was Karen's meek reply.

"Ummm" she heard him moan slightly as he felt the muscle of her upper traps. This time it sounded of approval.

"Have you told her the rules?"

Once again the only reply was, "Master, yes".

"Has she chosen a word?"

"Yes master, fluffy."

Kelly heard him chuckle softly.

The hand on her neck slowly began sliding down her spine. The roughness of his hand was in contrast to the overall gentleness of his touch. It was too much. She had tried to hold back, desperately. It had been too long in coming. The months of torrid fantasies, of sweaty masturbation sessions, had only served to temporarily quail her desires. Now no longer a fantasy the reality of it took her to the edge. Waves of ecstasy began to take over her body. Even with her body stretched tight she could feel her back arc instinctively, pulling herself up high onto her toes.

"Oh God!" she let the words slip out. She tried to hold it back but it was beyond her. She felt her pussy contracting as her moisture began to flow down her inner thighs. The hand that had been moving down her spine moved quickly to bring a firm hard slap to her ass. She felt the sting, punishment for her transgression. 

"Did I tell you to speak" He said harshly. She gasped as the last wave of her climax fled from her. Her breathing still fast, her head spinning, she tried to think.

"No..." as she said it she realized her mistake, it was too late. Again the hand moved quickly. The warmth from the first slap had already begun to radiate out through her body. The second was enough to make her head spin. The emptiness within her was gone, filled with an unspeakable desire for this man and what he was doing. She could feel her pussy still pulsing from her climax. She wanted this, she wanted him. She could tell she was already close to losing control again. She breathed in deep and tried to calm herself

"Did I tell you to speak" He repeated this time in a more demanding tone.

"Master, no" as the words past her lips something within her released. Something dark, deep within her found its place in the world. She knew that she belonged to him. 

"Did I tell you to cum?" He asked a little more quietly as his hand soothed the curves of her freshly spanked ass. The caress sent tingling sensations out through her body.

"Master, no" she replied her voice trembling as she felt herself rising to her toes trying to hold back.




The Submissive: In the Beginning



The hand on her shoulder slid down to her breast. Two thick fingers lightly pinched the nipple between them. She bit her lower lip in expectation. Then the pinch became hard. The scintillating sensation of pain radiated outward. The feeling was sinfully exquisite.

"Do you want to cum?" He whispered as he leaned in close to her ear. She could feel the heat of his breath.

"Yes, master, yes!"

The hand that had been caressing her ass moved to the back of her head. Releasing her nipple his hand moved to the other, pinching it lightly. His fingers wrapped into her hair and pulled back causing a sharp pain as the other hand pinched the nipple hard.

"Oh God" she cried out again. Knowing her transgression would be dealt with, wanting whatever punishment he would give her.

"Not until I give you permission" He whispered again. 

The hand in her hair released her auburn locks and moved to her ass. Before it landed she could hear a voice in her head, yes punish me. Then she felt it, harder than before so her entire body shook. Not once... but twice. She bit her lower lip to keep from calling out.

"You're a slow learner, but learn you will". His hands left her body. She could hear him take a couple of steps away. She heard a quiet squeal from Karen. 

"Are you prepared for the final rite, do you wish to know me?" He asked Karen.

"Master yes" she replied.

"Then you know what you must do"

"Master Yes, I must make her cum without your permission, so you can punish her"

With those words Kelly's mind raced with a mixture of confusion, excitement, and desire. She had secretly fantasized about Karen a few times, but this... this she had never even dreamed. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of the leather tip of a riding crop slowly sliding down her spine. It came to Rest on one of her cheeks. Then the feeling of Karen's soft hands on her shoulders. She felt the warmth of Karen's body pressing against her. Kelly tried to stay focused but knew it wouldn't take Karen long to make her cum. Then she knew she would feel the crop. Karen kissed Kelly's neck softly her hands sliding down from her shoulders caressing her sides. Her finger nails dragging softly against her flesh. Karen took one of Kelly's nipples into her mouth. Letting her teeth bite gently into their pink flesh. 

"Oh Shit, fuck" Kelly moaned out at feeling Karen's teeth. Then she felt the sting of the crop on her ass. The intermingling of sensations was taking her to the edge quickly. Karen moved her mouth to the other nipple while placing one hand between her breasts. Her teeth took hold as she also began dragging her nails from between her breasts down. The nails dug deeper this time leaving an almost burning sensation as they moved down across her abs. Kelly held back only letting muffled moans escape from her tightly pursed lips. Still her body tensed and she began to rise up on her toes. Karen's hand moved down past her stomach and into Kelly's neatly trimmed bush. Her teeth still held the nipple as Karen let one finger gently brush across Kelly's clit. That was all she could take. Her back arched hard and she felt the moisture flow out her already wet pussy. 

She cried out. "Yes...God yes. Karen I... I..." the crop landed hard but she was beyond the ability to control herself. Karen let her finger slide down keeping the palm of her hand against her clit. Applying pressure with her palm she slipped one finger in to her dripping slit. Kelly tried to not call out but couldn't stop as she moaned out in pleasure, being beyond the use of words. The crop landed again, and again. Karen started to kiss her way down toward Kelly's steaming crotch, slipping a second finger in. As her tongue reached Kelly's clit a third finger slipped in. Kelly's hips were trying to thrust back against the source of her pleasure. The tension of her body being pulled up by the ropes limited her movement. She wanted it deeper. 

"Oh damn... fuck me, fuck me..." she cried out. Then she felt it from deep inside her. She was cumming hard. Harder then she had ever cum before. She opened her mouth to scream but she could make no sound. She was completely helpless as it took her over. Her body tense, straining to its limits, her heart pounding. The pleasure of Karen's tongue on her clit, as her fingers slid in deeply then back out. The riding crop was now working a slow and steady rhythm on her ass. The pain filling her body with the warmth she desired. She felt her juices pour out of her onto Karen's face. The riding crop ceased its movement as her body began to feel weak. 

"Stop" Was all he said. She felt Karen pull away, and heard her softly giggle. 

She felt herself trying to keep her feet under as her legs had gone soft. Was it over, Kelly asked herself. 

Then she heard the sound of the chair sliding across the concrete. She felt it touch the back of her knees. Then she felt him. He stepped in behind her standing over the chair. His strong arms wrapped around her lifting her taking the strain from the ropes off her. His body press tight against her. She could feel that he was naked, the heat of his flesh, the hardness of his cock pressing into the small of her back. It wasn't over. As tired as she felt she still want his cock inside her. She felt as one hand reached up and untied the rope that had been thrown over the beam. She began to slump back but he pulled it tight again.

"You move when I tell you to" His voice stern but somehow comforting. 

She heard the chair creak as he sat down behind her. He had one hand on her hip, the other still on the rope holding it tight.

"Lower yourself slowly" he said.

She felt the tension of the rope loosen but just enough to let he move at the speed he desired. Her already tired legs now ached as she tried to move at a pace that seemed all to slow to her.

"Slave, guide my cock into her." She knew he spoke to Karen.

She felt as Karen moved forward again her hands sliding up between her thighs. One hand seeking out Kelly's dripping hole. The other gripping her masters cock. The rope allowed Kelly to lower a little more. She felt the tip of his hard cock as it began to spread the lips of ready and willing pussy. The rope loosened a bit more as a couple of inches slid in. Then the rope stayed tight, keeping her in a position that was meant to tease her. She wanted him to release the rope, to slam every inch of his steely hardness into her. 

She moaned softly... "Master... please!" a stern hand landed hard on her ass. 

"Slave begin again" 

She felt as Karen's hands wrapped over her legs, her tongue going directly to her clit licking it teasing it. Then felt it slide down to where her pussy hung in limbo on the tip of his cock. She felt as Karen's tongue moved from her pussy and down the length of his shaft. She could hear sucking sounds. She could only imagine Karen licking her hot juices from the shaft of his cock. Her body began to tremble as she felt her body responding. She felt the need growing inside her. She felt Karen's tongue moving back up from his cock to slide up her burning snatch until it reached he clit again. The hand he held on her right hip tightened its grip to hold her in place. The rope went slack as his other hand let go of the rope and went to her hip. With both hands he pulled her down hard, shoving the rest of his manhood inside of her. She cried out in pleasure "Oh God give it to me. Give it to me hard"

He held her there her burning hot pussy impaled of every inch of his thick, throbbing cock. She began to feel surge as another wave of pleasure ran through her. She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so bad but felt caught on the brink. Not sure if her body was capable of going over the edge. She could feel as he flexed his cock inside of her. 

"Oh please fuck me. Please fuck me" she cried out as his hand smack the side of her ass cheek. Her legs folded back her feet wrapping around his. She tried desperately to thrust her hips but he held her firmly in place. She could feel her pussy walls contract around her cock, squeezing it hard. Then she felt herself going over the edge. He quickly stood up and bent her over in front of him. Karen held her arms to give her balance, and then gave her a long, deep kiss.

He began to thrust hard in and out of her pussy. "Cum, cum now!" he commanded. 

The words weren't need as she was already there. She felt as he stared to pound into her harder. 

"Take that cock" he said, "make me cum." 

She used Karen for leverage as she shoved her ass back against him matching every thrust. Her body jerked and shook hard as she began to cum one last time. She moaned into Karen's mouth as they continued to kiss. She felt his cock swell up a little more. Heard him grunt loudly, then he begin to fill her up with his hot cum. She could feel it spraying into her pussy the heat of it soothing her well fucked walls. He kept thrusting filling her more and more. She could feel it dripping from her, running down her leg. He pushed himself deep inside her and held it there for a few moments. She could feel his body tremble. He slowly slid back out and then slammed hard back into her.

"Fuck yeah..." she heard him say. "Fuck yeah" 

He held his cock deep inside her pulling her back to a seated position in the chair. She felt Karen's tongue licking up her thigh. Licking off the cum that had run down. Felt as she licked around the base of his cock still impaled deep inside her. She felt the rope tighten as he once again pulled it, raising her up. She could feel Karen's lips and tongue as she was greedily sucking the mixture of cum and juices from her tired pussy. He pulled her up and off his cock. He held her there for a moment while Karen licked her clean. Then he pulled the rope tight and tied her back where she had begun. Her body stretched up tight hands reaching toward the ceiling.

"Karen take off you blind fold." She heard him say softly.

She heard Karen give out a quiet gasp of approval as she laid eyes on her Dom for the first time. Kelly knew that in time she might be given that honor. Until then she would be his slave. She would do what she was asked. She heard him walking away his heavy steps going back up the stairs. The sound of the door unlocking, opening, then closing echoed loudly. Karen remove Kelly's blind fold, then lowered her into the chair. Then she began untying her arms. Kelly looked at Karen she was smiling back at her.

"See I told you would be okay." 

Kelly sat in silence trying to get a grip on everything that just happened. Karen handed her a small prepaid cell phone.

"When he calls you answer. It's that simple."

Kelly remembered seeing Karen at work taking an extra bathroom break, or going outside to smoke in her car, when that phone had rung. She never knew. She looked at Karen. 

"I don't even know what to say... Thank you." Kelly leaned into Karen holding her in her arms. Karen returned the embrace. 

"No, I should thank you" Karen replied "I won't need this anymore." She dropped the blindfold she had been wearing to the ground.



The Submissive Missus: Episode 01



You are tired after a long day at work. I have already made you a nice dinner, and you have been drinking just a little. Deciding it is bedtime you send me into the bedroom, "Get ready, I'll expect you to be done by the time I come in," heading to the bathroom for your shower. The hot water relaxes your muscles, washing over you like relief. 

You don't bother dressing, only pulling on a pair of soft cotton boxers, turning off lights around the house as you make your way to the bedroom. 

To your delight, i am ready, as per your instructions: Wear only black high heals, your collar and deep red lipstick. I am standing by the bed, scarf lying close by, my hands behind my back ready to be tied, as i smile softly as you walk in the room. 

You come close kissing me lightly, my red lips are edible and swollen with lust as i look up at you with big green eyes; even wearing my heels, I'm still smaller. You take the scarf, telling me to turn as you tie my wrists, tight enough that I can't move, the restriction forcing my chest out further, just the way you like. 

You pull me to stand in the middle of the room, slapping my thighs, "Legs spread, slut." A hand reached up and lifts my jaw, forcing me to look forward. I like they way you present me, it makes my skin tingle with excitement as I'm put on display for your viewing pleasure.

Walking around me, you inspect your slave, like I'm on show. You run your hands over my skin, sometimes spanking me, pinching and pulling on my nipples as you watch them harden and swell. Standing in front of me you run your fingers against my exposed pussy, freshly shaven, as you requested, "Very nice, slut, i see your learning to follow orders." You slap my pussy once, as if happy with my work, before walking behind me. Grasping the back of my neck, you push me forward, my head forced almost to my knees as you spread my legs further, slapping my arse cheeks. You spank them firmly, the cheeks turning red as I gasp and moan softly. Your fingers rub and explore my arsehole, fingering gently as you play with me like a boy who's discovered a new toy. 

I moan louder as your other hand spreads my chubby cunt lips, stroking the length of my slit, now exploring both holes. "Mmm you like that...don't you? you slut." I can hear the lust in your voice.

"Yes sir...i love it sir," I gasp in response. You spank my arse cheeks a few more times, I feel the bounce and sting with the force of your hand. Making me stand up again, you come to stand in front of me, kissing me hungrily, gripping my throat. 

"On your knees, now," you whisper against my mouth, your free hand pushing down on my shoulder as i sink carefully to my knees, my hands behind my back unable to steady me. 

I look so small and vulnerable, on my knees before you, as submissive and helpless as i can be. I know that I have complete faith and love for you, my master. Know that no matter how you humiliate or abuse me, I trust you will always take care of me and love me the way i do you. I love to worship you, your cock, the power you hold over me and my body as I try to prove my self to you. 

As you stand closely to me you pull down your shorts, leaving them hanging loosely around your calves. One of your big hands grips your semi-hard cock, inches from my face, as the other strokes my cheek, your thumb rubbing over my lips to force them open. With out speaking you rub your cock against my cheek, over my nose and lips, prodding my face with it as smears of pre-cum leave a wet trail. I can see how you enjoy this, degrading my face with your penis as you let it slap my cheeks and eyes, moaning softly. "Do you like this slut? Is this how you want to be treated?" you say, almost as if unsure. I smile up with bright eyes, already moaning as my mouth opens in a pout, "Yes sir, i am yours to dominate...however you please." Both of us are so new to our Dom/sub relationship, we are still learning. 

Almost before i can finish speaking you push your dick into my mouth, one hand on my shoulder to hold me, the other feeding your meat into my mouth. I moan, startled, but with relief as i finally get to taste your sweet cock, my drool coating it instantly. I start to suck, my head moving back and forth over the length a little harder than usual with my hands tied, but i hungrily suck your cock, teasing the head with my tongue. As i feel you grow harder you grab both my shoulders, pulling me forward, firmly holding me in place as you watch me service you. "Look up at me bitch, i want to see you always looking up at me!" you growl. 

As my big green eyes stare at you adoringly you moan louder. Your hands run through my hair, finding a grip and holding me in place as you start to thrust your cock deeper down my throat. You give me enough time to breath, but i can tell you like how your dick gags me, makes drool run down my chin and onto my large tits; they bounce as you fuck my face. 

Your swollen cock pounds into my mouth harder, faster and faster. As i feel your balls tighten against my chin, you stop to let me breathe, not wanting to come too soon. As your cock slips from my mouth you watch the drool run down my chin and chest, "You are a beautiful slut..." your eyes tracing my curves. "Lick your lips like a good girl, you are all covered in drool," you bark, leaning forward to kiss me roughly on the lips after I've licked them clean, one hand holding my throat as you move me like your doll, the other stroking your fat master cock. 

Deciding you want to cum, you stand up straight, pulling me closer by the hair as you jerk your cock over my face. Slapping my mouth and nose with it again, you look down on your whore. With your free hand you slap my cheek, making me squeal in pleasure as i look up. You see how i like it in my eyes. Slapping me again you say "You dirty bitch, mmm you like that don't you whore?...tell me you like it!" roughly grabbing at my throat as you poke my nose and lips with your dick. 

"Please sir, hit me sir, i like it...I like to be slapped sir, abuse me please." I moan, my eyes bright with hunger as you shudder, unable to keep your eyes on mine as your cock twitches, long strands of sperm shooting onto my face. Your back arches and you cry out, closing your eyes and hot master sperm covers my cheeks and hair, some running down my neck onto my fat tits, marking me as your bitch. 

As your shake the last of your sperm onto my nipples, looking down to watch as it dribbles over me, you give me one last order, "Clean me slut, show me what a good girl you can be."

Eagerly i lick and suck your cock, happy when I'm rewarded with one more spurt of semen, licking your balls clean as well, doing the best job i can for my master. 

You stand me up, pulling me to my feet by my shoulders, undoing my wrists. 

Smiling at me, you shed some of your dominant sexual character, pulling me closer, pressing my naked body against yours as i feel your flaccid cock against my stomach. I grin up at you shyly, "Mmm thank you sir," I giggle, your lips pressing against mine as you kiss me deeply, gently stroking my body with your large warm hands. 

"No thank you slave...You cheeky bitch, go and clean up," you laugh, spanking my arse one last time as i walk out of the room, gratefully climbing into a warm bed as you wait for me to climb back into your arms for the night. 



The Submissive Mistress Ch. 01



Copyright 2008

Part 1

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Jack and Trish Stephens had everything a couple could want - they were attractive, wealthy enough to have a big house and a maid, Trish didn't work, and they both loved sex. 

Trish liked sex as much or more as Jack did - and they liked kinky sex. Trish liked being tied up and spanked - liked to suck on Jack's cock and dreamed about being the center of a red hot gang bang. Jack knew that Trish loved sex and he liked watching her in action. He would make her play with herself while he video taped or took pictures. Or he would tie her up and then give her enough slack with one hand so she could fingering her hot pussy and ass while he spanked her or had her suck his cock. 

He would often tie her to the bed and tease her pussy and tits for hours on end - she loved it - he loved it. One of those times the part-time maid almost caught them while Trish was bound and being fucked silly. That started him thinking about bringing in another man or woman so he could watch his hot little slut suck and fuck. He just didn't know with whom he wanted to share his little slut of a wife. Trish liked being exposed publicly - liked being 'forced' to be a slut and show off her pussy, He had taken her outside naked and tied up on more than one occasion, and he had her flash truckers and construction workers. 

She loved to tease. The chance of her being caught naked and exposed wasn't very real - they had a big lot on the end of a private drive - but the potential drove Trish wild. 

Then it came to him - he could let John the guy who took care of the yard fuck Trish while he watched. Maybe tie her up outside and let him discover her - or maybe let the maid discover Trish and let Trish become the slave to all three of them. If Trish didn't know - all the better - he could see how much of a little slut she would be on her own. He put his plan into action later that evening when he talk to Kelley the maid.

Kelley was an average looking woman - middle aged - plain but very friendly. She liked working for Jack but Trish could be a real bitch when Jack wasn't around. 

Trish would boss Kelley whenever she had a chance and it would get on Kelley's nerves - but the money was good and she needed the money. 

John, the yard man was another reason Kelley liked working for the Stephens - he was attractive in a sexy raw sort of way. Very masculine - but not bulky - and he had a nice bulge that he didn't hesitate to show off in his tight jeans and cut-offs. Trish loved to flirt with John and tease him as well - wearing skimpy suits to the pool - or nearly transparent outfits around the house. But John never pursued her - he was not interested in messing up a good thing.

The next time Kelley was over Jack shared his

proposal with her. He would tie up Trish the

following afternoon - naked - with her ass nice and red from a good spanking - and let Kelley "discover" Trish. Kelley only had to video tape the rest of the day - she could use Trish anyway she wanted - and yes John would be there too. The two of them could gang up on Trish and have some fun. Kelley agreed in an instant.

Jack smiled and stroked his cock as he pictured this new area for he and Trish.

He wondered too about Trish, would she tell him about her submitting to Kelley? If Trish didn't tell Jack about it then he would know that Trish wanted to really submit to Kelley. It would also be a bit of a mind fuck to let Kelley blackmail Trish - who knew where that might go. 

Saturday morning Jack woke Trish up and told her he had a surprise for her - he usually had surprises for her on the weekend. He told Trish to just put on her robe and meet him in the garage. They had played before in the garage but not like what Jack had in mind this time.

Trish met him in the two car garage in her robe and the first thing he did was blindfold her - and then strip her of the robe. It was a warm enough summer morning so being nude in the garage would not be uncomfortable. Trish was eager to discover what new trick Jack had in store for her.

"Is your pussy wet?" Jack asked.

"Yes, very." Trish replied.

"Good - I'm going to tie you up and spank you this

morning - I think you'll love the new bondage toys I have."

With that he tied her legs to a spreader bar - a

little over shoulder width apart, and then tied her arms to another spreader bar - so she formed a human X. He ran his hands up and down her legs and smelled and licked and kissed her very wet, very hot pussy.

"Mmm my hot little slave is very wet. We have only

just begun and you are dripping wet. Do you want to cum so quickly my dear? Is that why you are so wet?"

"Yes sir", she said - knowing how he liked to be

addressed.

"Ah yes - you are ready to cum but I'm not ready to let you cum. First I have to spank you. Then I can see if I'm ready to let you cum."

"Please sir - rub my pussy. I want to cum." 

"Yes, yes, I know - my cock is rock hard too - but I think you need a good ass warming first. Plus I have to show you the new toy."

With that he connected the spreader bar of her hands to a rod on the closed garage door. It forced her to bend over - sticking her ass out nicely - a perfect height for spanking. It would also pull her to her tip-toes when the door was opened. (Guess what I did this weekend - installed a garage door opener!).

He stood next to her and let her feel his hard cock against her bare thigh and ass. She could feel his rock hard cock under his jeans. She wanted his cock in her - in her pussy - in her mouth - in her ass. She didn't really care - she just wanted him.

He often punished her when he was dressed - it made her feel even more naked than when he was nude as well.

Stepping back her started spanking her with his bare hand - feeling her ass warm to his touch and watching it go from pink to red. Her bent over position was somewhat new to her - but she knew she couldn't get out of this until her was ready. She was at his mercy - and she loved it. He spanked her about 2 dozen times - a warm up spanking - then he spanked another dozen times with the paddle he kept in the garage. 

Her reflected form off the side of the jeep while he spanked her allowed him to see both sides of her while he spanked. 

He stopped after her ass was nice and red and her

pussy was literally dripping. 

"I'm going to have go out and get a few things before lunch - don't go anywhere." He said with a smile - knowing she wouldn't be going anywhere. 

With that he opened the garage door and she went from bent over to standing on her tip-toes - nude and somewhat visible from the street. The warm air from the morning sun played on her hard nipples and she moaned in frustration.

"Oh God Jack - don't leave me like this!" she cried.

"What? Nude - on display - for all of our neighbors to see? What you don't want them to see your breasts? Should I turn you around so they can see your spanked ass? I can easily spin you on your toes."

"Dammit Jack - I'm so fucking horny right now - you know how I like this - I want to cum!"

"No, not for at least an hour or two. I have some

things to do and I don't want you playing with

yourself while I'm gone."

With that he got in the car and pulled out - he was at the end of the driveway before he closed the door, bending her over again with her pussy, hot, wet, and aching.

It seemed like an eternity - but probably only a few minutes before she heard the garage door open again pulling her back to her feet. She thought it was Jack but when she heard Kelley's voice -

"Oh my gosh Trish!" she flushed in humilitation.

What would she say to Kelley!

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Part Two coming soon



The Submissive Mistress Ch. 02



(This is a re-write, I fixed two spelling errors (clothes instead of cloths) and a numeric error (80 total swats not 100).

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Chapter 2.

Kelly continued, "Oh my God! Jack wasn't kidding. He me that you liked to be tied up and spanked. I thought he was kidding."

Trish spoke, "Ah - Jack is going to be right back so you better leave." She could feel the blush heat her face - her face was almost as hot as her ass. She was so humiliated by being discovered by the maid - but she was also so damm horny from the spanking.

"Actually", Kelley said, "that's not what was on his calendar. I checked when I clean the mess you left for me on Thursday, it said that he was going to be golfing with Rod this morning. There was another note just below that said, T bound in the garage. I had to find out if that meant you so I watched him leave and now here you are. "

Kelley walked around Trish's naked bound form as she talked, inspecting her nude, bound boss. 

She was going to like spanking her and whipping her tight sexy ass. 

Jack had actually planned all this - he told Kelley he was going to tie Trish up for her to see how Trish reacted to a woman. He told Kelley to spank Trish, either in the garage or in the house or maybe in backyard. He wanted it to be a surprise to Trish so he could see if Trish would confess later what happened or if she would leave it a secret. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, he was curious to see what she would do.

"Kelley - I think you better let me go so Jack doesn't wonder what happened here." Trish vainly said - hoping perhaps that Kelley would untie her and leave so Trish could finger her hot pussy.

"Well, if I let you go, Jack will certainly wonder what happened here. How would you get away? You are locked up like a convict. Well, not a real convict, more like a slave, or a little slut. I think we'll have some fun before he gets back. I guess I should close the door though so the neighbors don't wonder too much about their nude bound slut next door, don't you? But first I have to get some toys out of my car."

With that Trish heard Kelley open a car door and get something out and then close the car door and then close the garage. 

Trish had no choice but to bend back over exposing her pussy and ass to Trish as the garage door closed.

"What are you going to do?" Trish nervously asked.

"Well I'm first going to spank your lazy ass. I think it's time I whip you into shape. You have been making my life miserable - so I think it's time to give you an incentive to be a lot neater around the house."

Trish couldn't believe her ears - or her pussy. Instead of being outraged or angry by the turn of events she was even wetter than before. Being submissive to her maid turned her on. She only hoped the maid didn't notice.

"I like you in this position - it puts that lazy ass of yours in a perfect position for a whipping. Plus with your legs spread so wide I can see how wet you are. I bet I could get my biggest dildo in your pussy right now. Look at your pussy, you are so wet! Too bad I didn't bring it." Kelley ran her hand between Trish's cheeks and rubbed her soaking wet pussy, working one then two, then three fingers in her cunt. 

"You are a wet cunt, you know that Trish." Kelley said as she continued to finger her Mistress. 

"Your pussy is so wet it's clear you like this. Don't you slut."

"No I don't", Trish said softly - though her body betrayed her.

"You are such a slut!" Kelley whispered, her voice deep with lust, "your pussy is soaking my hand and you have the nerve to say you don't like this. That will get you twenty swats with the paddle bitch." Kelley said harshly. She then lined up behind Trish and spanked her hard with the paddle 10 times on each cheek. Trish didn't cry out or ask her to stop, she just pushed her ass out for more. Trish couldn't believe how turned on she was by submitting to Kelley. What kind of slut was she!

"Not enough for you slut?" Kelley asked. Without waiting for an answer Kelley started spanking Trish again, this time not stopping at ten or twenty per cheek, she gave Trish 80, 40 per cheek. 

Trish finally started to ask Kelley to stop at about the 50 mark, begged her to stop at 60, and was crying at 80. 

Trish's ass was bright red, two hot red globes in front of Kelley's eyes. She ran her hands over her Mistresses cheeks and then between them. Trish pushed her ass into her hand - begging to be allowed to cum.

"Please make me cum, please." Trish said between sobs. Her pussy was on fire, and it was dripping wet.

Kelley was amazed - both at how much Trish could take and how horny she was. She didn't know she would be so turned on by this. "Not yet slut - I'm going to cum first!" With that Kelley stripped off her cloths.

Trish could hear but not see her young maid strip off her clothing. She knew basically what Kelley looked like but she didn't know what she was going to do.

Kelley's body was nicely proportioned - 34C, 24, 36 - with short brown hair and firm dancers legs and cute pixie face. Kelley stripped off her and reached into her goody bag, pulling out a nice 8" dildo and harness. She liked being fucked and fucking. 

This looked like a good time to fuck her boss. 

She slide on the harness and walked in front of Trish - shoving the fake cock in her mouth.

"Suck on it slut - I bet you like to suck dick." Kelley held Trish's face in her hands as she fucked the dildo in and out of her mouth. The base of the dildo rubbed against her clit as she slid the cock in and out.

"Ah yes - ah yes - now suck my clit" She pulled the dildo aside and mashed her pussy to Trish's lips and tongue. 

"Ahh - yes, ah yes, suck me you cunt sucking slut - lick me you little bitch." Trish loved being called names and Kelley loved dominating her boss this way. She loved having her bosses tongue in her cunt. Rubbing her clit on Trish's lips and nose she came in a shudder. 

She came down slowly from her orgasm, letting her former boss continue to lick up and down her pussy. After a few more minutes of licking Kelley pulled her soaking pussy from Trish's face.

"Now it's time to fuck that pretty cunt of yours - time for you to cum like the hot little slut you are. Isn't that what you are Trish? A hot little slut?"

"Yes -", Trish said - eager to feel something in her pussy. "Please fuck me."

"Tell me what you are and I'll fuck you." Kelley teased as she pulled the dildo back into place and move behind Trish.

"I'm a slut." Trish said quietly.

"Louder slut - or I won't fuck you with this." Kelley said as she slapped the wet dildo against Trish's red hot ass - slap - slap - slap.

"I'm a slut - please fuck me." Trish said louder this time.

"Louder - bitch - or I'll just leave you here till Jack gets back." Kelley teased.

Her face burning with humiliation Trish said in a loud voice, "I'm a slut - a cunt sucking slut - please fuck me."

"Say it while I'm fucking you slut - I want to hear how you like to be fucked." Kelley said as she easily slid the long hard dildo deep in her Mistresses slit.

"I'm - a - slut - a - pussy- licking - slut - fuck - me - hard."

Each word was accented by a long hard thrust from Kelley.

"Mistress, call me your Mistress slut." Kelley said as she drove the dildo home again and again.

"I- am - a - slut - Mistress - a - pussy - eating - slut."

Kelley fucked her boss faster and faster as she felt Trish's climax rise and her own orgasm building. 

"Ahhh - yes - Mistress - fuck - me." Trish cried out in a scream as she came again and again.

Kelley kept fucking Trish even after she came - taking herself over the brink again and again.

"You slut - you are so fucking wet and so hot." Kelley said as she slowed the tempo of her slapping thrusts. 

"I'm going to like whipping your ass and fucking it from now on." She said and she pulled the wet dildo from Trish. 

"This will be a lot of fun. Now lick it clean." Trish couldn't say anything as her mouth was stuffed with the dildo that was just in her pussy. 



The Submissive Mistress Ch. 03



Kelley knew that Jack was going to be home soon. The plan was for Kelley to leave before he got home to see if Trish would tell Jack or not. Jack had told Kelley that he thought Trish might like to be forced to submit to Kelley so he figured she wouldn't tell him. If Trish didn't tell Jack then Kelly was to then take things to the next level and bring John the gardener into the scene.

Kelley pulled the blindfold from Trish's eyes. 

"I think I should stick this dildo in your pussy for Jack to find - don't you?" Kelley said with a wink and a wicked smile as she pulled the dildo from Trish's mouth.

"I'm sure he would want to know how it got there and if you came without his permission. I hear Doms can be quite nasty when the subs cum without permission."

"Let's not tell Jack about this." Trish said - somewhat nervously, hoping Kelley would take the hint, "I'll do whatever you want if you keep quiet."

"My silence will cost you. If you don't want me to tell Jack what a little pussy sucking slut you are you'll have to submit to me for a whole day." Kelley teased.

"Yes Mistress." Trish replied her stomach flipping as she considered what she might have to do for Kelley.

"All right then slave, but your ass is mine. You better be prepared to serve me on Monday when I come to the house. I'll call you and tell you when I'll be over. I'm going to have a fun time on Monday."

Kelley packed up her toys and quickly dressed. She felt Kelley's hands on her ass one more time, "I am going to love whipping you into shape slut. You are going to be my PAL - Personal Ass Licker by the end of the week."

Kelley then pulled the blindfold back over her eyes and opened the garage door. Trish was pulled back to her standing position. As she stood, Trish could feel her pussy juice running down her legs and smell Kelley's cunt juice on her lips. 

She wondered what Monday would be like. 

"See you on Monday slave." Kelley said as she backed out of the drive.

Kelley didn't close the garage door right away - the seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as Trish stood naked and blindfolded on her tiptoes. She wondered who all could see her. Kelley was talking to someone at the end of the drive - surely they could see Trish in the garage. A new wave of humiliation washed over her and she felt her freshly fucked slit ooze again. Finally the garage door closed and Trish was bent over at the waist again. 

Bent over , with her ass pushed out Trish thought about her new predicament. She knew she loved to submit, she didn't know why but she knew she loved to be told what to do, the more humiliating or embarrassing the more she was turned on. 

Jack could bring out some parts of her need to submit - but there was only so far he would go or had gone so far. Kelley seemed very eager to push Trish father than Jack had. Trish knew she wouldn't tell Jack about Kelley, at least not yet. Minutes slowly ticked by and then she heard the Jeep pull into the drive - Jack open the door and Trish was standing up again.

"So how is my lovely slutty wife? Nice and horny for her husband and Master?" Jack asked.

"Yes sir, I want to suck your cock." Trish replied - hot to feel his cock in her mouth.

"Did you like the new toy - did you like being bound here in the garage?" Jack asked as he pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

"Yes sir - I liked it very much." Trish said - looking at him hungrily.

"Good - we'll have to try it more often then." Jack said as he closed the door to bend Trish over.

"Yes I would like that- fuck me sir - please - I'm very horny." Trish said as she looked over at him.

"Are you ready to cum for me slut?" Jack asked as he pulled his cock from his pants and slide it deep in Trish in one hard thrust.

"Yes - please fuck me - please fuck me so I can cum." she said as he took her roughly from behind.

Gripping her hips he jabbed his cock into her pussy quickly and deeply. He sensed she wasn't going to tell him what happened. It didn't matter he would hear it from Kelley later in the day. Excited at how his wife was turning into a real slut he pounded into her even faster.

"Your my hot little slut - you are my personal little fuck toy - aren't you." Jack grunted as he drove his cock deep inside her and dumped his hot load of cum.

"Ah god you pussy is wet - you are so fucking hot." he moaned as he came long and hard.

He fingered Trish's clit as he came pushing her over the edge.

"Ah - yes - yes - I am your slut - your slave." she cried as she came. She looked to the right at the side of the jeep and saw Jack fucking her in the reflection. 

She pictured Kelley fucking her from behind and Jack fucking her face and came again.

Monday arrived very quickly - and at 8am Jack was in the car heading to work. 

He would be gone the whole day and she wondered what time Kelley would call. Trish didn't have to wait very long. By 8:20 Kelley called, she said, 

"I want you naked and in the garage with your new toys in 10 minutes."

"But what .." she started but then the line went dead, Kelley had hung up.

In just under 10 minutes Trish was naked in the garage - waiting for Kelley. 

She played with her hair as she waited. The garage door opened and Kelley pulled in the drive but not in the garage.

"I am so glad you guys gave me this garage door opener to get into your house - aren't you?" She said with a wicked smile. Kelley didn't wait for a reply but handed Trish a bag with some items in it, one of them was the strap on dildo - she could see that sticking out.

"First - I'm going to put this dog collar and leash so I can take you for a walk. I want my new pet to be properly trained. Then I'm going to string you up like you were on Saturday and whip that lazy ass of yours. Sound like fun slave?" Kelley asked as she pulled the dildo and collar from the toy bag.

"Are you going to close the door?" Trish asked as she saw a car drive by. "When I am good and ready slave. Now on your knees." She slapped Trish on the ass hard as an incentive. 

"Yes Mistress." Trish said somewhat nervously. She was feeling very exposed and very excited. She thought back to how much of a bitch she had been to Kelley when Jack was not around. She wondered how Kelley might retaliate - now she was going to find out. 

Kelley was in no hurry to hide Trish from the street or the neighbors it seemed. Trish's face flushed as saw another car drive by - her neighbor from three houses down - did he look up the drive and see her standing there naked? Surely she would close the door now Trish thought - but Kelley didn't, instead she put the collar on and snapped a leash to the collar.

"We're going for a quick walk to make sure my little bitch her doesn't need to use the bathroom before she learns her lessons for the day." Kelley said with a lewd smile.

"You're taking me outside like this." Trish said very nervously, "I thought you were kidding." Her pussy grew hotter as she imagined herself crawling outside naked for anyone to see.

"Yes slut -now on your hands and knees and follow me." Kelley said as she lead Trish outside. 

The warm summer sun warmed Trish as she crawled outside behind Kelley. She was totally humiliated and totally turned on by this. She knew she was somewhat hidden and yet very more exposed than ever before in her own yard. She was even more humiliated by Kelley's next demand.

"Go on - use the potty - then we can start your training. I want to see you piss like the bitch you are. Oh wait - I forgot the camera!" Kelley said as she walked Trish back to her car and pulled out a video camera.

Next Trish is whipped into shape



The Submissive Mistress Ch. 04



The grass under Trish's hands and knees was warm, soft and lush. The morning dew was still on the grass and it made her hands and knees wet - much like her pussy. 

She nervously looked around her yard - or what use to be her yard - she was now the personal slut of Kelley and she about to be taken for a walk, naked, around her yard. Kelley came back holding a small video camera - she was pointing the camera at Trish and talking. 

"This is the first day of my slave's training. Notice, she is naked, outside, and on my leash. Tell everyone your name slave." Kelley ordered. 

"No - I can't do this!", Trish cried, turning her head away in shame. 

"Do it slut - or I'll show this video to all your neighbors. You are mine for the day slut, to do as I tell you - or I'll tie you up naked in the garage and leave you for Jack to discover." Kelly whispered threateningly. 

"My name is Trish." Trish said as she felt her face flush with embarrassment. 

"No - you name is slave Trish and I am your Mistress. Say it." Kelly demanded as another car rolled slowly down the street. 

"My name is slave Trish and my Mistress is Kelley." Trish said in a low hushed voice. 

"Good and you willing submit to me and my punishments today, isn't that correct." Kelley continued. 

"Yes." Trish replied - totally submitting. 

"Then say it slut, and don't make me repeat everything or you'll be punished." 

"Yes, I'm willing to submit to Mistress Kelley and do as she tells me." Trish responded wondering how far this would go. 

"Good slut - now - it's time to head to the backyard - we don't want someone calling the cops on you for indecent exposure." Kelley laughed at the last part - it sounded like she might want Trish caught by the cops! 

Kelley led Trish around the garage to their semi-private backyard. The 7 foot high fence in the back ran along the perimeter of the 200 foot lot except at the back of the property where the lot ended in the woods. The fence was high but not solid - it had over lapping wood slats one on either side of the rail of the fence. The effect was that the fence didn't have a "bad" side - it looked the same from either side - and you could sort of see through it - but at a very tight angle. The fence formed two parallel lines that went from the back side of the house and garage to the end of the property, they didn't bother with gates at the house side or the garage side - it was meant to give privacy not security. Jack and Trish had quite a bit of privacy for their hot tub - that they frequently used in the nude - and the picnic table and deck that they had for entertaining. Right about now Trish wished they had gates and that the fence was even taller - the neighbors house was a two story house so they could see over the fence if they looked - like if things got noisy, Trish stopped thinking that way - it only caused her to get even more excited. 

"Good little bitch, very good." Kelley said sarcastically as she patted Trish on the head like a pet. "Is my little pet slut ready to go pee for her mommy." 

"Oh no - please don't make me do this." Trish said as she felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over her. 

"Oh - but I don't want you peeing on the carpet or having an accident later on. I'd have to whip my little pet if she had an accident." Kelly said with a hint of eagerness about the last part. "Go ahead and pee for me - I'll catch it all on tape." she said as she dropped the leash on the ground and pointed the camera right at Trish's face. 

"Yes mistress." Trish said, as she started to stand up. 

"No - don't stand – slut puppies don't stand up to pee - they just spread their legs and pee." she said and she zoomed in on Trish's bright red face. 

The whirring of the camera was the sound Trish heard as she spread he legs and released her bladder. How much worse could this get she thought - as she watch Kelley gleefully run the video camera all around her, catching this humiliating moment from every angle. 

"Very good slut puppy." Kelley chimed when Trish finished, "now it's time for a little bondage fun. I'm going to tie you to your picnic table over here for our first session of the day. 

For the first time that morning Trish really looked at Kelley. The younger woman was dressed for the warm weather - she was in a pair of running shorts and a tank top and it looked like not much else. She had on tennis shoes and short socks. She could see Kelley's small firm breasts bouncing free in her tank top. She didn't realize she was staring at her breasts until Kelley looked at her and smiled eagerly. 

"I see you like my running outfit - or maybe training outfit is more accurate. Either that - or you like my breasts. I bet you like my breasts. You probably want to lick them and kiss them don't you." Kelley said as she pulled on Trish's leash - leading her to the large wooden picnic table. "I might let you do that later- but right now I need to give you ass a good spanking. I want to warm up that fat ass and see how red I can make it!" 

"Please don't let anyone else see me like this - please!" Trish begged as she stood up as Kelley directed and bent over the end of the picnic table. 

She felt Kelley pull her legs wide apart and cuff them to the legs of the table. The wood felt warm on her bare skin and she could feel the rough table top nip at her bare delicate skin. Her nipples were rock hard and she could feel her pussy continue to grow warm as she imagined how she looked. Her naked body was pulled tight over the top of the table - her arms pulled out in front of her forcing her head down and limiting how far she could twist her head. She discovered she couldn't see behind her at all, and only the top of the fence in front of her. 

"Hello there!" Kelley called out to someone, "fancy meeting you here." she said - clearly expecting this person to show up. "See I told you I'd have the little slut all tied up - naked as a jay bird." she continued. Someone else was here to witness her humiliation! 

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Gardener John joins the fun next...



The Submissive Mistress Ch. 05



A shadow cast over Trish - she could feel someone was blocking the sun - standing right behind her but she was unable to see who it was. Was it a man or woman? She felt hands on her bare legs - medium sized hands - basically smooth - but not so soft as to know if it was a man or a woman. The hands ran up and down her legs - tickling her as they lightly grazed her skin.

"Who is that mistress?" Trish asked - fully expecting Kelley to tell her for some reason. 

"What does it matter slut - it's not like you can stop me." She said as she set the camera on the top of the handrail of the deck. She pointed the camera at the bound and helpless Trish and the mysterious stranger. Clearly Kelley was going to do more than video her next humiliation and spanking.

"You see my dear pet", Kelley began as she walked back to face Trish, "this is the fun part. You get to guess who is behind you. Who is seeing you tied to your picnic table, naked in your own backyard. If I show you the video - then you'll know - but I'm not sure I'm going to show it to you." Kelley couldn't be having more fun with Trish if she tried. She really liked fucking with Trish's mind.

The hands continued to roam about her body. As the foreign fingers moved higher they found her sex and it was very, very wet. Two fingers quickly plunged deep into Trish's slippery snatch - causing the bound woman to moan.

"Oh - ohh -ohh", she breathed as the fingers slid in and out and in and out of her pussy.

"I told you she would get off on this - I know she likes being helpless and being humiliated." Kelley continued as she watched her former boss pull against the ropes that held her tight to the picnic table. 

"What I didn't know for sure until this morning was that she liked pussy too." Kelley said with a wicked grin. 

Trish pulled her head up from the table and saw a gleam in Kelley's eyes - how did the girl know? She only looked at Kelley briefly this morning and yet this young woman had seen the lust in her eyes. Kelley looked down on Trish and saw that her guess was correct. Her boss did want to lick her pussy. Trish didn't even bother to try to deny it!

"I bet she wants to lick my pussy while you watch. It would totally humiliate her to have to lick her maid's pussy while someone she doesn't even know watches. Right slut? You want to lick my pussy? You want to lick up and down my nice wet cunt. Lick up all my sweet salty juice?" Kelley taunted as she pulled her silky red running shorts down and stood before Trish in just her red thong. The wide v of her pubic area was covered by the thong, but her pussy lips were clearly visible against the tightly stretched fabric. Trish shook her head no but she couldn't help but stare at the woman's nearly naked crotch.

"No? You don't want to lick my hot wet pussy slut? Is that what you're saying? I saw you shake your head no - but you're staring at my crotch like a hot little pussy licker. Admit it, you are a slut who likes to lick pussies! Do I have to spank your ass to get you to tell the truth?" Kelley threatened.

"No - yes - yes - yes -no - don't spank me." Trish whimpered as the fingers in her pussy found her G spot and slowly rubbed the fleshy mass in her womb. Her mind was in a sexual fog - the person who was fingering her knew what they were doing. 

The fingers teased her clit with up and down strokes, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm, then stop. Then he or she would probe her pussy with deep firm strokes, rubbing her G spot and her cervix. If they touched her ass at the same time, she knew she would cum! She felt her ass pucker as they continued to tease her. She was on the brink, she wanted to cum so badly. Her ass twitched, hungry for a finger, a cock, a tongue, whatever! As if on cue the fingers left her dripping pussy and they pushed a slippery wet finger against her puckered ass. It slid in easily. She barely heard what Kelley was asking her.

"You seem to be confused slave. I want to hear you say it out loud. I want to hear you say that you want to lick my pussy. I want you to admit you're a pussy slave." Kelley said as she walked behind Trish. The fingers were quickly pulled from her ass leaving her hungry and wanting. She was almost able to focus for a moment before she felt the first smack on her ass.

Slap - slap - slap - slap - slap - slap! 

Six, then ten, then twenty stinging hot slaps from Kelley's hand rained down on her taught cheeks. The slaps stung like bees stings. Hot little stings on her ass. Red hand prints flared on her ass as Trish pulled in vain against the ropes. "Yes - yes - yes!" Trish cried out after each slap. 

"Yes what slut?" Kelley demanded - her body flushed with excitement and lust as she spanked Trish again and again. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! 

"Yes I want to lick you!" Trish said in a throaty voice, "yes I want to lick your pussy." She admitted - acknowledging her submission to Kelley. Kelley stopped spanking her boss and let the other person move back into position, poking and prodding her pussy and ass. 

"Don't let her cum yet - and don't say a word. I want this little mind fuck to continue. I don't want her know who you are until later." Kelley said as she pulled off her tank top and thong. She sat down and moved her pussy within inches of Trish's face. She spread her legs on either side of her head trapping Trish. She pulled her bosses head up and then slid her pussy under Trish's mouth and lips.

"Now start licking slut - and make me cum or I'll make it even worse on you. I'll bring your neighbors over to watch." 

There wasn't anything else she could do, not that she didn't want to eat her, but being forced made it easier for her. Trish was ready to cum though from all the stimulation she was receiving. She felt her body tense and she was right on the brink when Kelley said,

"Don't you dare cum before I do slut or I'll leave you like this for neighbors to discover. How would you like to face everyone at the next block party, wondering who saw you naked and bound with a cherry red ass?" Kelley growled, she then motioned to John who was fingering Trish, "Stop touching her - I'm not sure this slave can control herself." 

The hands left her super-sensitive clit and just lightly touched her skin. The hands glided over her warm exposed flesh. She felt her body calm down and focused on licking the hot sweaty drops coming from Kelley full red pussy. 

"That it slut - lick up and down - stick your tongue in nice and deep. I'm going to get a cock and have you lick us both while we fuck. If you do a good enough job you might even get to cum." 

Kelley encouraged Trish with more vivid descriptions of what was in store for her the rest of the afternoon. Images of cocks in pussy's and asses filled Trish's mind as she continued to lick her maids wet slit. She snaked her tongue deep inside the wet walls of Kelley's womb- licking up and down the woman's labia. Kelley grabbed Trish's head in her hands and mashed her face tight against her groin as she came in a loud moan.

"Oh yeah lick it slut - lick it lick it lick it!" she called out - loud enough for the two houses on either side to hear. "Ahh! yeah!" she cried out as she came in shuddering climax. Kelley let her hands slip free from Trish's head and sat back on her elbows and ass, her pulsing red lips just inches from Trish's face.

"You are a damm good pussy licker - I wonder if you suck cock as well?" Kelley said as she smiled at the person behind her. "I think he's ready to find out. But first I have to put this blindfold on you. I don't want you to know who it is you are going to suck off." With a devilish grin she motioned to the other person. John walked up behind her and slipped a sleeping mask over her eyes - shutting out the light and leaving Trish bound and helpless to see or move.

Trish tried to turn and look at the man but couldn't. She wondered just how far Kelley would take this. She didn't know, but she was as excited as she had ever been and she wanted more. She was such a slut...

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Next Trish sucks John's cock and takes it up the ass...



The Submissive Mistress Ch. 06



Kelley sat up and moved off the picnic table - she looked at John, trish's next door neighbor and smiled. She knew that John had the hots for trish - he told her before how much she turned him on. Kelley and John screwed around with each other while Jack and Trish were away. The "servants" used the house like it was their own. What John didn't know was that Jack was in on it, so he was a bit more nervous and did what Kelley said. Kelley was liking this domination game. As she looked him over again she liked what she saw. He was average height and weight, essentially attractive and his cock was a nice size. It would easily fit in trish's pussy or ass, maybe trish would be able to deep throat him. John was stroking his hard cock as he moved around towards trish's face - he looked very eager for a blowjob. Kelley knew his wife didn't blow him that often and never swallowed. Kelley wasn't a bit one on swallowing either, but trish was. Trish would get a big mouthful today.

"Let's get this hot little slut off this picnic table and in a better position." Kelley said as she started to remove the cuffs from trish's wrists and ankles. John helped free his naked boss from the picnic table and followed Kelley's silent instructions. They took trish off the table and had her get on her hands and knees in the lush grass next to the picnic table. Kelley attached a 3" wide leather belt around trish's waist. The belt had several rings firmly attached at various points - it wasn't clear to John why at first - but Kelley quickly showed him why. Kelley took the leather cuffs and unclipped them from the rope that had held trish to the table and quickly recuffed trish's hands to the side rings of the belt. It caused trish to lay mostly face down on the grass with her ass high in the air - not a great position for a blowjob - but it seemed like Kelley had something else in mind first.

"I think he wants to stick his cock in your pussy first slut - he wants to get his cock nice and slick with your fuck juice and then fuck you in the ass." Kelley winked at John and motioned for him to get behind trish and do just as Kelley had said.

John felt like he was ready to blow his wad but he knew he had to follow Kelley's lead. The video was still going and he could see his face was going to be visible. He knelt between her spread legs and pressed his hard cock against her pussy. It was very wet and he quickly slid balls deep inside her. She moaned as his cock slid all the way in. He could feel her still hot red cheeks as his groin pressed against her ass and he was amazed how wet she was. He pulled his cock all the way out and slid it back in. She was so wet and slick he had to go slow or he knew he would shoot his load. He wanted to cum in her mouth. He stroked in and out four or five times and had to pull out - he was ready to cum. He rest his hard cock on the crack of her ass as he tried to calm down. His fuck meat was slick with her juices and he was suddenly tempted to fuck her in the ass. Her cheeks were spread - and he could the tight pucker of her ass. He hadn't really thought about fucking her in the ass, he hadn't done that to a woman before - he thought it was weird. But now, with her blindfolded and bound, helpless to stop him , or even know it was him, he had a lust to take her as he hadn't taken any other woman. But first he wanted to cum in her mouth, his wife barely blew him and never swallowed. Kelley said she would swallow his load and it turned him on. He wanted to shower her face with his cum and make sure Kelley got it all on tape so he could watch it again. After that he would fuck her in the ass. He continued to relax and try to calm down but he could feel his cum ready to shoot from his cock. He grabbed the end of cock and squeezed tight to stop himself. A trickle of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock and he slapped his cock cock head against her puckered rear - moistening it with the cum.

"See slut, I told you he wants to fuck your sexy ass. But I think he is ready for his blow job. He really wants to coat your tonsils my dear, and you're going to let him aren't you slave." Kelley said as she brought the camera in for a close up.

"Yes mistress.", trish said as she felt the cock pull out of her pussy and rest on her ass. Whoever it was had a nice size cock and she knew she could take him in her ass. She had taken Jack's hundreds of times in her ass, but she really wanted to know who it was. She didn't know how submissive, how helpless she would feel being blindfolded for someone other than Jack. Being tied up was one thing, but tied up and blindfolded in her backyard where other people could walk in and discover her was something else. She was about to suck the cock of an anonymous man. He would know her but she wouldn't know him. It was wickedly perverse and she almost hated to admit how much she liked it. She was ready to cum and it wouldn't take Kelley's fingers or her anonymous cock to do it. She didn't know what sort of limits she had anymore. She was ready to cum being humiliated and degraded by her maid. She didn't want to say no and wasn't going to say no. 

Kelley quickly pulled on trish's leash and had her up on her knees ready to suck John's cock, she knew John was ready cum.

"Ok slut - here is the first load of cum for you today, open wide!" Kelley said as John held her face in his hands and fed her his cock. She eagerly opened her mouth and took his cock as deep as she could.

"Oh oh!" John moaned, unable to control himself, as her hot wet mouth wrapped around his cock. He felt her tongue swirl around the head of his cock as he fed it to her and then felt her throat open up as she took him deeper than anyone had before. He felt his balls on her chin and then her lips and teeth graze the skin of his cock. He looked down to see her face and pulled back and let her breath. She licked and sucked the length of his cock before she took him deep in her throat again. She was as eager to have him cum as he was and she knew how to suck a cock.

"I told you she was a good cock sucker, now keep quiet or she might figure out who you are." Kelley said as she slapped his bare ass with her free hand.

John nodded and then quickly started to fuck her mouth - he couldn't wait any longer.

"MMmmmmm mmmmm" he moaned as he felt his cum shoot from his balls deep in trish's mouth. He watched as his blindfolded and bound boss eagerly sucked his shooting sperm. A new wave of lust and power washed over him. This was going to be fun he thought as he heard her moan and try to swallow. He pulled out of her mouth before he finished cumming. He jerked off the last two spurts of cum on her nose and lips and then rubbed it onto the head of his cock and pushing it back into her mouth. She understood what he meant and lick and sucked the cum from his cock.

"Very good slut, very good, now keep him hard." Kelley said as she zoomed in for another close-up of her cum streaked mistress, "you know he wants to fuck you in the ass now!" Jack was going to love watching this video with Kelley, it would add to their own private collection.

John didn't need much help staying hard - he was still very excited and his cock was still hard. He had her suck him a little bit more though as he saw that Kelley wanted him to do that.

"Looks like he is already set to take your ass slave - he didn't even go soft." Kelley said as she watched John slide his still hard cock in her mouth. John was clearly enjoying this and Kelley knew he would do whatever. Kelley could tell she liked power - she could see why Jack and trish played this game - it was fun telling trish what to do. She pulled on the leash and had trish lay down on the grass with her ass in the air and her face in the dirt.

"Spread those legs wide slave - show him your tight little ass - show him how much you like to have things shoved up your butt. I didn't tell him that I found you hanging naked in the garage the other day, do you think he'd like to hear that?" Kelley teased, knowing it would further embarrass and humiliate trish to tell this anonymous stranger what all she had been through.

"No - don't tell him." trish begged, her face flushing with embarrassment.

John's eyes grew wide as he heard Kelley talk - he mouthed - 'Tell me', as if he facial reaction wasn't enough to let Kelley know he wanted to hear more. He knelt between trish's legs and looked at her submissive form, he thought he might cum again very quickly, he didn't know what it would be like to fuck her in the ass. He thought he might tease her a little, so he rubbed the tip of cock up and down the crack of her ass, she moaned in reply. It seemed she was ready to be sodomized. He knew he would need some lube - her saliva had all dried by now, so he pushed his cock into her pussy in one quick thrust.

"Ah!" trish moaned as she was quickly filled with his hard cock.

"She can take it, don't worry, she likes it in the ass." Kelley said as she watched John pull his cock from her pussy and place the head against her asshole.

Trish relaxed her ass, it wasn't hard for her to do, she had bigger cocks and dildos in her ass before, plus she was turned on. She let her body go and relax as she felt Him press his very hard cock against her puckered ring. He slid in easily - she felt his cock push past her sphincter and then felt that delicious fullness that she knew and loved. She moaned again and bit down on her lower lip - oh how she wanted to cum, she just might from this, she thought - if he didn't cum too quick.

"I think I should tell him how I found you, he looks very interested slave." Kelley said with a wicked grin as she zoomed the camera from trish's face to her well stuffed ass. "You see, I found my boss, my mistress, hanging naked in her garage the other day when I came over to clean. She was tied up in the garage stark naked with her ass freshly spanked - or did I spank it. Which was it slut?" Kelley asked - as if she didn't know.

"I don't know Mistress." trish lied. She could easily remember how this new level of submission had started. Jack had spanked her ass and then Kelley spanked it even more.

John gave an animal growl as he slowly fed his cock deep in his neighbor's ass. It was a new sensation for him, and he liked it. It was dirty, and kinky, and sexy as hell. Her ass gripped his cock like a mini vice - pulling on his dick as he slid in and out, milking him with each thrust. Hearing Kelley talk about trish being tied up in her garage was turning him on even more. 

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Next: Kelley and John enjoy all of trish while the neighbors listen in. 



The Submissive Secretary



This chapter is mostly character development so thank you for your patience. I'm still learning how to write and any feedback is much appreciated.




"Great work today Sarah, please lock up behind you when you leave ok?" I smiled at my new secretary as I pulled on my suit coat and grabbed the handle of my leather briefcase. I suppose I shouldn't really call her new anymore, she'd worked for me for about six months now, and she was already doing more than most of the other secretaries I'd had in the past. 

As I'd come to expect, she jumped at the sound of my voice, her pen clattering to the desk from her open mouth where she'd been absently sucking on it while reviewing some notes from the meeting we'd attended that afternoon. "Mr. Stone! Oh I didn't... th..thank you sir," she stammered. I uhh I'll remember." Her lovely face flushed a delicate shade of pink as she nervously smoothed her white blouse. 

Pausing I stepped close to her desk. "I don't like you staying here by yourself Sarah, please finish what you're doing and then head home ok? I'll remind one of the guards in the lobby to walk you to your car when you've finished." 

"Oh that's really not necessary sir," she said quickly, her hazel eyes finding mine. "I can manage." 

"Sarah, your management skills are beyond compare, you run this office better than I could have ever expected," I said with a smile. "But I insist on one of the guards walking you to your car, understand?" 

"Yes, sir" she replied, "Thank you sir." 

Nodding I turned towards the door and stepped away from her desk, calling back over my shoulder. "I mean it young lady, wrap it up and go enjoy your weekend. You work too hard you know." 

I caught that beautiful smile from the corner of my eye and heard her quietly repeat her favorite phrase. "Yes sir." 

As I made my way down to the guard's desk in the lobby that phrase echoed through my mind. It wasn't an unusual phrase for my office, where professionalism was expected. But the way she said it seemed to penetrate every time, natural and sincere, speaking to a deep, darker side of my life that very few people knew existed. When she first started I wondered if she was a submissive, but eventually decided that she probably wasn't, or at least she didn't know that she was. She was just too damn sweet and innocent, an obvious workaholic who rarely went out clubbing or had much of a social life at all, if the other secretaries were to be believed. 

"Too bad," I thought, as I did often when thinking of the cute little secretary. A ping brought me out of my reverie as the elevator arrived on the lobby floor. Stopping by the guard's desk I informed Jeff that my secretary would be leaving shortly and asked him to ensure that Sarah was escorted safely to her car. Jeff had worked the desk for years and I knew that he would make sure that my request was honored. Thanking him I turned to the exit. 

"Isn't she that hot little piece of ass up on twenty-eight?" The voice came floating across the near empty lobby, spoken by a young guard who sat casually on the desk next to where Jeff sat at his computer. I froze and turned, my eyes taking in the young, powerfully built young man. I heard Jeff's muffled retort as he grabbed the young guards arm and pulled him off the desk. 

He was obviously a body builder, secure in his size and strength, looking for a career where he could throw his weight around and intimidate those around him. The starchiness of his uniform was clearly due to its newness, not care, the wrinkles and food stain were clearly visible even from halfway across the lobby. 

Looking at Jeff I made my way back to the desk. I glared the young man down, watching as his eyes flashed embarrassment at being heard, quickly replaced by a prideful arrogance as he stared back. He seemed to swell, his muscles flexing under his uniform as he met my eyes. Looking steadily back I saw when the arrogance melted away and he again shrank, his eyes falling to the floor. Finally I spoke, directing my comments to Jeff. "Not him," I said, my voice a soft growl. "And I hope I never again hear him speak about any young lady who works here that way, especially one of my secretaries." 

"He won't Mr. Stone," Jeff assured me, glancing furiously at the ashamed young man who cowered even further, his powerful frame no longer disguising the small, shallow man underneath. 

Without another word I walked away and kept going until I was in my car and driving away. Turning on some music I took a deep breath and let my anger at the young man's comment fade away. While his comment was disrespectful, it definitely wasn't inaccurate. Sarah was extremely cute and any man could recognize that her body was phenomenal under those pencil skirts and thin blouses. More than once I found myself staring at her, unable to look away as she bent over my desk, her large breasts threatening to spill out of her shirt. If it wasn't for her sweetness and innocence I might have acted long ago on the urges that I felt every day. 

Shaking my head I pushed away my lustful fantasies and focused on my drive home. Looking at the clock on my dash I realized that I still had time to meet some friends for our weekly basketball game, for the first time in a month. It would be nice to blow off some steam and work up a good sweat. I turned off the radio and reached for my phone to let them know I was coming. Three or four pocket pats later I realized that I didn't have my phone. That's when I remembered that I had left it on my desk back at the office. 

Growling in frustration I turned around and headed back, knowing I couldn't just leave it there over the weekend. I drove back, making my way quickly as the daylight faded around me. As I walked back through the doors and across the lobby I looked at Jeff questioningly. He called out that Sarah hadn't come down yet, but that her boyfriend had arrived and had gone up to the office to pick her up. 

Boyfriend? Sarah had never mentioned a boyfriend before. Punching the elevator call button I waited, my confusion growing. By the time the elevator doors opened on my floor I was more concerned than curious, wondering if everything was ok. Hurrying down the hallway I looked through the windows at her desk. It was empty, her bag still sitting next to her chair but my secretary was nowhere in sight. 

I burst through the doors and hurried to her desk punching the button to call down to the security desk. It rang once before Jeff answered. I was halfway through asking if Sarah had come down when I heard something from behind my office door. I hit the disconnect button on the phone and turned to the door, walking quickly to it and started to open it, listening hard. A moan reached my ears, followed by a whispering male voice. 

Was Sarah having sex in my office? Why would she bring her boyfriend here? Why would she use my office? This seemed to be confirmed by what I heard next. "Please sir, please fuck my naughty little pussy. I've wanted you to fuck me for so long sir, please let me please you?" Her words cut straight through me, flowing directly to my cock causing it to swell and grow in my slacks. How often had I thought of her saying those words to me? And now she was saying it to another man, in my office?

I was angry, furious that she would violate my privacy and trust like this. But another part of me imagined the scene unfolding on the other side of that door, my sweet secretary not so innocent after all. "Just what the hell is going on here?" My voice thundered across the room as I flung the door open and I stepped inside. I turned on the light, my eyes widening at the sight across the room from me. 

Sarah was bent over my desk, her white blouse pulled open and down. Large pale breasts spilled out of a black lace bra, her hair spilling down across the oak surface. A young man stood behind her, still wearing a shirt and boxers but no pants. His fingers were fumbling at the catch of Sarah's bra, obviously trying to get it undone and off, but with little success. His eyes snapped up as the light turned on and he went pale, hands reaching down for his pants as he tried to regain some dignity.

He no sooner succeeded in pulling up his pants when he was running past me and out the door, mumbling some kind of excuse as he went. I let him go, my eyes on my secretary. She hadn't moved, hadn't made a sound. She stayed right where she was bent over my desk, frozen in shock, her eyes wide and fearful. Finally she stood, slowly pulling her skirt back down and adjusting her blouse. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she lowered her gaze to the floor. Turning my back to her I shut the door to my office and took a deep breath, wondering how to proceed. 

"I'm sorry Mr. Stone," Sarah whispered from behind me, her tearful voice barely audible as she quietly cried. "I'll gather my things and go." I heard her begin to cross the floor from my desk to the door. Making up my mind I turned and cleared my throat. 

"That will not be necessary Sarah," I said and motioned to the chair across from my desk. "Please sit down for a moment." I walked over and leaned against my desk in front of her as she walked to it. She sat, her hands folded in her lap, looking up at me with streaks of mascara sliding down her cheeks. 

I pulled a white handkerchief from my pocket and reached over to gently wipe away the wet dark streaks. A sigh escaped her lips as she allowed me to clean her lovely face, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and her tears. Putting the handkerchief back in my pocket I cleared my throat and chuckled softly. "I think I scared your boyfriend." I said with a smile, trying to help her see that I was not going to yell at her or fire her. 

She flushed again and mumbled, "He's not my boyfriend. I never met him before tonight." That did make me want to yell. I gritted my teeth as I looked down at my young secretary, wondering why she would invite someone she'd never met to come to my office to fuck her. Didn't she realize how stupid that was? 

I forced my voice to remain calm as I asked, "Why then? From the sound of it you were more than willing to allow him to.... I believe the word you used was... Fuck you." Again her head fell and she stared at her hands as she flushed in shame, realizing that I had heard what she had begging the young man to do. "Why would you allow someone you'd never met to do that, and in my office of all places?" 

"I... I met him online," she slowly managed to say, her eyes still on her hands in her lap. "He seemed like a nice guy and I thought he could give me what I wanted. She looked up when I didn't reply and took a deep breath before letting the rest of her explanation spill from her lips. "I wanted him to.... Fuck me. It's shameful and embarrassing but I wanted him to use me like a dirty whore. And I brought him here so that I could imagine it was you doing it." Somehow her face got even redder when she said it, but her eyes didn't leave mine as she said it. A fierce pride entered her voice and eyes as she said, "Mr. Stone, I've discovered lately that I have very submissive tendencies and the more I research it, the more I understand what I am, I find myself needing to experience it. I've never been with a man, never even had a boyfriend. But every time I think of the man I want to submit to, I think of you. I know I'm just your secretary and you'd never consider it, but I needed to know what it felt like. So since I can't have the real thing, I convinced him to come. He said he was a Dom online so I thought...." 

Her voice trailed off again, the pride that filled her when she admitted that she was a submissive now gone as she waited for me to judge on what I had heard. I doubted she'd ever admitted those tendencies to anyone she knew before now and was impressed by the strength she had shown. 

"Didn't look like any kind of Dom I've ever seen," I said with a soft chuckle. "He couldn't even unclasp that cute bra." Standing up to my full height I looked down at her. "I want you to promise me something little one." I said softly, watching her eyes widen at my final words. She looked up at me and nodded. "Never, ever put yourself in that situation again. You could have been seriously hurt." I reached out and cupped her cheek in my hand, my thumb brushing a fresh tear from the corner of her eye. "And I for one, would be extremely sad to lose you baby girl." 

A quiet whimper escaped her as she nuzzled against my hand and she said, "I promise Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I should let you get back to your weekend. Would you like me to come back on Monday?"

With a smirk I lifted her chin and kissed her forehead. "Oh yes little one I do expect you here bright and early on Monday morning. I expect you to be in my office when I arrive. We will have much to discuss, won't we my lovely little one?" 

My words had an immediate effect on Sarah. Her beautiful smile appeared on her face, and I could have sworn she started to glow as she looked up at me. "Oh yes Sir," she said, unable to hide a playful smirk of her own. "I will be sure to be ready for you." She stood and turned to the door as she spoke, nearly reaching it before I could reply. 

"Good girl." 

It was all I said, but Sarah froze, her hand on the doorknob as the words fell on her ears. She turned to look at me, her eyes burning into mine. With a flick of her wrist she locked the door and then turned back to me and strode back across the office to me. "Sir, I have been waiting for so long to hear those words, and they sound even better than I imagined. Please Sir, may I thank you properly?" She slowly sank to her knees before me, her eyes never losing mine as she waited for my approval. 

"Yes little one, you may." I said, suddenly breathless as her hands slid up my thighs. I felt more nervous than I did when Liz Owen had let me cup her tits through her sweater under the bleachers. When her fingers opened my belt they brushed over the bulge in my slacks and I felt a growl force its way from my chest. So very slowly she opened my pants and lowered them, peeling my briefs over the thick shaft hiding underneath. 

Sarah moaned as my member came into view and she hesitantly wrapped her hand around my girth next to the base, squeezing experimentally, staring at the couple of inches that protruded out of her small fist. "It's so soft, yet so very hard Sir." She said in wonder, her hand sliding up my shaft. "And so warm!" 

Her slow unintentional teasing quickly brought me to full hardness and a bead of precum appeared at the tip before sliding down over the back of her hand. She moaned as it slid across her skin and her face lowered to the head, her tongue extending to lick up the trail left behind. With a whimper she savored her first taste, then eagerly slid more of my length into her mouth, sucking like a straw as if she could get more of the slick and salty precum. A groan from me as she sucked on my sensitive head caused her to stop sucking, but then she slid her tongue around the large purplish knob and my groan turned to one of pleasure. 

While mine was obviously the first cock she had sucked I had no doubt that part of her research had included learning, and perhaps practicing, how to give a proper blowjob. Her first hesitant motions were quickly replaced by the slick firm friction of her mouth bobbing up and down my shaft. Her hand slid to my balls and my back arched in pleasure as she massaged them in her small hand, never ceasing her ministrations to the thick rod in her mouth. 

I couldn't believe it was finally happening, all of my thoughts of her doing exactly this had not even come close to the real thing. Before long I felt the first waves of my orgasm. As if she could sense the impending explosion she increased her speed, my cock now brushing against her throat as she attempted to take more and more of me. Pulling her head off with a pop she looked up at me, the fire burning hotter and hotter behind her eyes. "Please sir.... Please give me your cum." She pleaded, her fist sliding up and down my slick shaft faster and faster, my head pointed straight at her face. "I want it so bad, please Daddy!" 

I don't even think she realized what she called me, lost in her passion and her fantasies come true, but the word went straight through me like a lightning bolt. With a growl I came, my cock erupting in long strings of cum that arched into her open mouth. Again and again she caught the thick sticky cum until finally she closed her mouth over my cock and sucked the last of my seed into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she tasted me then opened as she swallowed my load. "Mmmmm," she whispered in delight. "You're so yummy Sir. I can't wait to have more." 

Sarah slowly packed away my wilting cock and then stood and wrapped her arms around my middle. "Thank you Mr. Stone." She said softly. "I deserved to be fired for what I did. I didn't expect you to....." 

"Shhhh little one." I said softly and lifted her chin. "I'm just happy that you are safe. I may however still decide to punish you. 

A tremor ran through her body and she bit her lip as she her eyes darkened. "Yes sir," she whispered softly. 

"Now get your sweet little behind home, and be ready for work on Monday." 

To be continued....



The Submissive Waitress



You call from work.

"I'm taking a couple of the guys out for drinks after work and to the strip club. We'll be coming back to the house afterwards."

"Excellent." I reply.

I know that when you've been to the club you like me to be ready for whatever you want afterwards.

"Jack's coming with is and I've invited him to stay." you tell me.

I can hear the innuendo in your voice and my pussy goes wet at the thought of you and Jack together.

"Mmm Big black Jack. Any special requests?" I ask.

"Yeah. Wear the black apron I bought you, your highest black heels and nothing else when you serve drinks for me and the guys."

"Yes master." I whisper.

God, after all the talking about it, it's actually going to happen. My throat is dry and my cunt dripping wet as the evening's scenario starts to run through my head.

You interrupt my fantasy saying 

"Be ready at 11."

and the phone goes dead.

You know I will do exactly as you ask sexually as I have done all through our relationship. I run everything the finances, the house, my own business and am considered a 'ball breaker' in the corporate world, but in the bedroom I am your slave. We can't get enough of each other. I generally wear what you tell me outside of work depending on your mood and most recent fantasy. I have more sexy underwear and 'fuck me' shoes than most women will see in a lifetime. You buy me black, red, pink, blue whatever from crotchless panties to baby doll sets to PVC basques. When you can't get underwear I have received vibrators (my favorite is the remote one), butt plugs, handcuffs, nipple pegs and all manner of sex toys.

I have sucked you off in my office, in bars, at your works Gala dinner while supposedly retrieving my fork from under the table, had your finger up my arse while on the phone to my sister, and been knickerless just about everywhere. But tonight might be the ultimate...

By 11pm I am waiting by the front door, the harsh cotton of the black apron rubbing against my hard nipples. The apron is just long enough to cover my pubes and backless. I am already wet with excitement when I see the taxi pull up outside. I open the door to welcome you and your work colleagues (including Jack) into the house. They each kiss me chastely on the cheek not yet realising I am quite as naked as I am as I stand with my back to the wall. You come in last and I can see your hard cock straining against the fabric of your suit trousers. You grab my hair pulling my head back and bury your tongue in my mouth.

"Fucking whore!" you whisper in my ear.

"I bet you're dripping wet already."

I look into your eyes and nod.

"Get us some drinks." you command.

I walk away on shaky legs, all I want to do is make myself cum.

The guys have made themselves comfortable on the leather sofas in the lounge and I walk between them to the bar so they all get a good look at my naked back and arse.

"Whiskey and ice OK for everyone?" I say as I turn with a smile.

Checking out each of their crotches I see growing erections and get mumbled 'mm, yes fine'. I turn back to the bar to make the drinks, feeling their eyes on my arse. Putting the drinks on a tray I serve each of you friends ensuring that as I bend down the one I am serving gets a great view of my tits and the one sitting opposite them (behind me) can watch my crack and pussy open up to him.

I serve you last and as I look in your eyes I see you are pleased with me. You remain standing as I go back to stand my the door, a willing slave, awaiting your next command.

As you begin to talk politics and business I know I must not react. My opinion is worthless tonight. I am only here to do your bidding. The talk turns to work and a report that John has written. As you want to read it he pulls it out of his briefcase. It is a hefty document and to read it you need to put your drink down.

"Come here." you say looking straight at me.

"I need some help with this." brandishing the report and your drink.

I walk over to you and bend over, my arse and wet lips facing you. You put your drink on my flat back, the cold making me shiver slightly, and then wetting your finger on my sex you begin to leaf through the report.

I watch the reactions of the men sitting looking at me. Only Jason, the newest member of your team looks shocked, the rest just smile. The night of drinks and strip clubs makes this seem completely normal, in fact as the hard-ons are back I know they are enjoying it. Even Jason relaxes when I smile at him and lick my lips in enjoyment.

Each time your finger dries you come back for more, digging it in slowly, sliding it back and forth a couple of times. You even make comments to John while doing it, at one point waving you finger at him to emphasis a point, which I really wish you wouldn't do. I just want your finger back where it belongs.

As you feel my orgasm beginning to build you alternate between my wet cunt and my tight arse knowing that all I want to do is cum when you do that. But before I can orgasm you hand the report back to John, remove your drink from my back and slap my arse hard sending me back to wait. I am so close to finishing that I start to slip my hand under the apron intending to quietly orgasm without you noticing, but you see me and a shake of your head stops me. I am so wet and so horny and the pleasure I know you get from keeping me that way is only making it worse. 

Abruptly you suggest that your colleagues go home and I wait by the door to say goodbye to each of them. I see you watching as I stand with my legs slightly spread pushing my hot wet cunt against each of their hard-ons as they hug me. I turn to you once the door is shut, my erect nipples pushing hard against the apron.

You beckon me with a finger to follow you back to the lounge. Jack is still there his hard on clearly visible. You whisper to me

"I'm gonna fuck him, but if you want to watch I'll have to tie you to the chair so you can't pleasure yourself. Either that or you go to bed and I handcuff you there. Which?"

"Here!" I reply "I want to watch."

I know if I'm here I might be allowed to join in. You guide me to a chair in the middle of the room and motion to me to remove the apron and sit down on the chair with my legs around the back. You handcuff my wrists to the back of the chair and lean over me ensuring I can feel your hot hard cock against my back, you push my legs apart as far as possible and open the lips of my cunt.

"I want to see if you can cum just by watching." Jack says.

I look up at the sound of his voice, he's naked and his huge black dick is only inches from my mouth. I can't help but lick my lips and try and take him in my mouth.

"No!" you say "Behave or I'll put you to bed."

As you get naked Jack strokes his hard-on. His long fingers gliding up and down its length. I am fascinated and wish I could feel it inside me. He slides his arm around your shoulders and you turn your head towards him. I gasp with pleasure as your lips touch and your tongues start to explore each others mouths. Jack slides his hand down your chest and takes your hard dick in his hand, and starts to stroke you. He steps in closer and his cock brushes against yours. You moan into his mouth. 

He then circles his fingers around both cocks, clamping them together while his other hand slides down your back and one of his long digits begins to probe your arse. Your enjoyment escalates as he moves his finger further in, and I can see the precum on the end of your gorgeous cock and want to lick it off but I have to make do with licking my lips and grinding my clitoris into the chair increasing my own pleasure. I close my eyes beginning to enjoy my wetness against the fabric of the chair and when I open them you are on your knees, Jacks almighty hard-on being slammed into your willing mouth. 

He holds your head as you hold his hips and the rhythm increases. I start to rock again in time with his strokes, over and over I watch him going deep into you until his orgasm overtakes him and he spurts his cum all over your face. I can't control myself any longer and throw my head back letting waves of gratification overtake me. 

As I surface from my pleasure I see the two of you staring at my throbbing pussy. You smile at Jack

"I think she disobeyed me, I saw her wanking against the chair. You chose the punishment." you say to him.

"I don't want to punish her." he says "I want to shove my dick up her fucking arse as you screw me." his voice still husky from his orgasm.

You stand up licking his juices from your face. You kiss me, smearing his cum on my lips and cheeks.

"You heard the man. Get your arse in the air." you command.

Complying, I grip the back of the chair and still straddling the seat I lift my arse up high. Jack comes round behind me and I feel his fingers and tongue on my pussy, wiping and licking my juices up to my arse. As my hole gets wetter and wetter I feel one and then two of his fingers push inside me and I look into the mirror to the side I can see that what he does to me, you do to him. As I third finger goes in I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain and Jack starts to pump his fingers into me. I can hear his breaths beginning to shorten as he enjoys the feeling of your fingers up his arse. Then the fingers are removed and I feel his hands on my hips. At last I get what I wanted and feel him gently pushing his hard black dick into my tightness. As you pump your hard cock into him, his goes deeper into me.

Slowly the rhythm increases out... in...out...in oh so gently and tantilising. The image in the mirror is amazing your white dick up his black arse, and his black dick in my white arse. I can feel him growing even bigger and then he moves his hand so one of his fingers is circling and pressing my clitoris. I am so close to orgasm I push hard against him. The pleasure level rises and I can feel my arse throbbing with my orgasm, gripping his dick tight. I feel wetness running out of my tightness and realise that Jack has cum too and you are bent over his back exhausted from your own orgasm.

Slowly and deliciously dicks are removed and you un-handcuff me. We all collapse onto one of the sofas, sated by an amazing night of pleasure.