2 comments/ 10565 views/ 3 favorites Vulnerability and Responsibility By: restrainedqueen Dhal, rice and curried chicken. I figured that would be the best bet for my first home cooked dinner. He was a big fan of cuisine, and I wanted to impress him with my traditional dish. I considered myself pretty good in the kitchen, so as far as I was concerned I had nothing to worry about as I prepared everything to meet his 7.00pm dinner requirement. Since we met online months ago, I was intrigued by him. He had a huge appetite for control, and I yearned to know how good a submissive I could become under his training and ownership. He made me come to realize that my personality and tendencies made me more of a slave and a pet as opposed to a sub. We spoke about all my past relationships, he helped me sort out issues I had. I wasn't easy to deal with when it came to my emotional outbursts. Once he said I made him livid. "Silly girl. If you weren't so far away I'd come over there, beat your ass black and blue and drive back home." As we chatted, his one-lined sadistic comments often sent me into a frenzy, as I weaved fantasies around them and came hard at the thought that he could punish me in such ways. When he suggested we meet up and give the relationship a real chance, I was more than hopeful. We had a series of casual dates-lunches, walks, after work meet ups- to get a feel of our chemistry while discussing the details of our unfolding relationship. He came from a culture where men were naturally dominant. Incidentally my background also made me predisposed to subservience, but in any case mine was innate. He wanted me to live with him, but my only responsibility would be cooking and serving him his three meals at specific times. Everything else would be taken care of by his housekeeper. I had to relinquish all control of my body to him-he owned every inch of me to do as he pleased- sex, orgasms, pleasure, pain, punishment. He liked my personal style, but my clothing, makeup, hair and nails still had to meet his approval. I had to seek permission to go out, talk to new people and do new things. Most importantly, I would do as I was told without question unless instructed otherwise. He was so attractive-the ultimate Alpha Male, I was drawn to him. His dark skin, his toned body, his overall aura of confidence. He was nearly 6 feet and medium built. He took care of himself and had a great sense of style. He was a couple years older than me, yet so mature, experienced and successful. There was a lot below the surface of his calm demeanor. Each date ended with a soft kiss, never going past that. He was taking it slow, and each time we parted I was practically dripping for him to fuck me. "Fuck!" I cursed aloud in my solitude. I was sure he wouldn't approve of my dirty mouth. I had everything organised, but after rummaging through the cupboards of his beautiful modern kitchen I realized I didn't have curry powder and other spices to make my dish. It was such a staple back home that I took it for granted that he would have. I hurried to the store and was able to finish my task despite being flustered and late. 7.39pm. Dinner was served. I felt irritable with myself for failing to meet his first expectation. He seemed nonchalant, eyes glued to his phone as I set the table. Hearing the stirrings behind him, he got up and sat at his eating spot. He cast a half smile at me, as I finally sat down. "Hmmm, looks good." He said casually as he reached for the serving spoon. Light chatter followed about the day's events and the spices used to make the dish. He approved and I was content. I was relieved that he let my tardiness slide this time, as he made no mention of it. Two hours later he was slouched in bed, in his boxers, watching sports. He loved sports of any kind. I stepped out of the shower, skin cold and wet, yet flushed. My heart pounded in my chest. I was both nervous and excited as the time had finally come for him to use me as he pleased. I pulled my hair to the side and stood stark naked at the foot of the bed, my toes tightly gripping the soft fluffy wine colored carpet beneath my feet. His eyes lingered from my face to my breasts, my dark nipples hardened by my cold bath and the thought of sex. I held my breath and my soft belly trembled as he feasted on the well shaven caramel pussy between my legs. It was the first time I presented my bare self to him. He smiled widely, pleased, which relaxed me. "In that drawer are some outfits you should wear when you sleep on my bed," he pointed to the second drawer of the dresser, "wear the white one tonight." I obliged, finding a drawer full of new two piece lingerie sets in all colors and styles. All 36Cs and medium bottoms. He was definitely a man who knew what he wanted. I glanced in the mirror and admired the way the panties accentuated my round, full buns and my breasts enhanced by the white lace. Our eyes met in the mirror. "Now crawl into bed and lie on my chest." I did just that, kneeling on the bed. On all fours I made my way as seductively as I could towards him, my ass up in the air, eyes locked with his. I wanted him to devour me as my head made contact with the bare skin of his chest. He smelled divine. My fingers twirled on his chest as I waited for his next move. He pulled me closer in to him and planted a kiss on my forehead. But he continued watching the game, as he began stroking my hair and making pleasurable trails on my back. I purred softly and before I knew it, I fell into a deep satisfying slumber. I woke up refreshed. "Good morning," I muttered as he rubbed my thigh. I felt it against my ass, rock hard and intimidating. "Good morning," he replied, "you know you have me for breakfast every morning." My back was to him, but I smiled at the ritualistic structure that I also valued. He continued, "But first, don't think I forgot about your tardiness last night. I am serious about my routines. You still have to be punished, which I suspect you will enjoy. Go and bring my belt." I smiled again. He knew I thrived on it, I was a glutton for it. I tingled at the prospect with half excitement and half fear as I didn't know the intensity, length or nature of said punishment. I handed the thick leather belt to him. "Undress and bend over the bed." He grabbed my ass cheeks roughly, massaging them with his hands. "What I should really do is tape a rabbit to your clit and use my billy stick or dragon whip on you," he threatened in his sexy accent. I was so wet. "Mmmm." He groaned as the first stroke landed on my ass. I started at the unexpected sound and feel of the belt. I shrieked at the assault, squeezing my eyes tightly together. It made a loud flesh rippling sound as it met my ass and burned terribly, I was sure it made a welt. Yet it fizzled out and left a hot painful sensation. As if he gauged it, another soon came down across my ass. I screamed again but as he continued whipping my ass and back, I simmered down, bit my lip and took it. He took my silence as indifference so he swung more forcefully to get the reaction he wanted, and he did- whipping my legs, which was new to me. The back of my upper thighs were so delicate and sensitive, I thought I was going to buckle over with the pain. He managed to find a fresh spot to land each stroke. He made satisfied noises as he executed the punishment, which added to my masochistic pleasure. He enjoyed giving as much as I enjoyed receiving. The fifteen well placed, well timed blows were enough to work me into a euphoric frenzy. My skin was on fire and I was ready to call it a day at 6.30am. But my breakfast was ready. He lay on the bed, his cock strong and throbbing between outstretched legs. All the suggestive pictures and videos he sent could not prepare me for its real life length and girth. It was beautiful- dark brown, smooth and shiny except for its bulging thick veins and magenta head. "Now lie on your tummy between my legs and suck me off. I like sloppy blowjobs, so use a lot of saliva. Slow and sensual." As he stroked it I looked on hungrily. I positioned myself as he instructed and looked up at him with my large doe eyes glimmering with enthusiasm. He smirked as he held the base of his fully erect cock, "This is how thick I'm going to be, and you see all those veins, soon I'm going to bury them deep inside you." Fuck. He remembered my fetish for veins. I felt my cunt trickle wetness onto the sheets as he teased me. I salivated, making sure my mouth was a welcoming hole before I wrapped it over his cock head, sliding my lips slowly down the shaft. It stretched and filled me too soon. But I sucked on the portion that fit enthusiastically. I stroked the rest of his spit-lubed cock with my hand and took his lip biting and groans as signs that I was pleasing him. "Hands behind your back," he managed breathlessly, after some time. As I did, he planted his hands in my hair and forced my head further onto his cock, as far as it could have gone down my throat and held it for about 5 seconds. I gasped for air as it plugged my passage. He slid my head off, let me catch my breath and then repeated, going further than I ever thought. I gagged violently, and after a few thrusts, he was satisfied. I had enough too. He released me. "Continue." And so I went back to how I started, only now with red, watery eyes. I relished the taste of him as I ran my tongue around his head and down the veins. I sucked different portions along its massive length as if I were enjoying a passionate kiss with it. When he finally tensed up I savoured the hot streams of cum that hit the back of my throat. He tasted sweet and palatable. What next? I was still yearning to feel him fill me up, I was scared but curious to know how it would fit my small 5 foot frame. But I wasn't about to find out. It was Saturday, and he had business to do. Over a big breakfast of toast, pancakes, eggs, bacon, mangoes and strawberries just as he liked it, he told me to go to the mall for a few hours and pick out a casual outfit for him. He had a family reunion to go to the following week. "Here's my card. You can buy anything you want for yourself as well. I know you want to please me and get that fuck you've been craving since we met. Be back by 4." He smirked. I blushed, knowing it was true. I literally frolicked around the mall that day. Besides the fact that I loved fashion and shopping, I was basking in the control that I had long yearned for. The rigid rules, the restrictions, the expectations. The fact that he met my willing vulnerability to him with great responsibility. He owned and claimed me more than anyone ever had. I smiled as he texted me twice, once to find out if I had fed "his body" around lunch time, and then once around 3 to ask how his pussy was, to which I replied, "Always wet for you, Sir." The day only got better soon after dinner as I was wiping the kitchen counter. He sat on the recliner in the living room, looking on. He loved the outfit that I had chosen for him. "Time to break you in." My heart skipped a beat at his words. "I'm picturing you naked on the couch." I stopped cleaning, sauntered over and undressed as slowly as I could, a bit shy all of a sudden. I removed my yellow sundress and underwear and sat on the edge of the couch. "Open your legs." I obeyed. "Now skin that cunt open for me to see." I carefully pulled my cunt lips apart, to reveal my swollen brown clit and red insides that were oozing creamy lube. "Is this how you want me, Sir?" I said, feeling exposed, looking down at the floor. "Yes, just like that." He slid off his jeans and walked over, his bare cock swinging above me. He took my face in his hands and shoved his tongue in my mouth, swirling it around roughly, consuming me. His first kiss was as claiming as I thought it would be. That was it, he threw my head back onto the couch and pulled my legs up around him so that his cock rested on my soaking slit. "Fuck...you are going to scream for me." He whispered quietly as he looked down at my body that was heaving desperately. I shuddered as he grabbed one of my breasts and enveloped a nipple into his mouth, pulling on it hard as he sucked and bit the neighboring flesh, which was painfully good as I gasped. His hand was busy kneading the other breast, rolling the nipple hard between his fingers. Sensations that did not make me forget the steel rod resting between my thighs, about to impale me. A few stray bites and tongue circles on my belly and he then took firm grasp of my hips. I was so anxious for him to enter me, I pushed forward as he pressed the head against my opening. There was no denial, no teasing tonight. With one hard thrust he slid right in and I screamed out as it filled me. My walls had never been so widely spread and I could only take about three quarters of it before it met my cervix. I sweated, running my fingers through my hair and grabbing my own breasts as I looked on at his chest rising and falling as he slowly eased into me. Then, I was squealing like an animal at the slaughterhouse as he pounded me with animalistic aggression. With every violent, rapid stroke I felt goose bumps and pleasure so intense, I was cumming fast. But not towards a final moment of ecstasy, but small peaks every time he plunged into me. In the passion my feet ended up on his shoulders, and he gripped my tiny neck with his two hands and began choking me as he fucked me, making me whimper. He pressed my head into the couch and every time he loosened his grip blood rushed up. I saw stars. "Now cum for me like a good slut should," he slurred. A few more strokes and I let go. He had so destroyed my insides, squirt juice gushed out of me twice, onto the rug below. Through drunken eyes I saw him marvel at the mess I had made. He continued to stroke himself as he cupped my face and let me rest for a moment. I was still lightheaded as he flipped me over onto my knees and pulled my ass into the air. "I'm not done using you yet. Time to fill that ass." He trailed hot juice from my cunt towards my tight hole. He arched my back further down and I tensed up as he got ready to enter. As the head went in, I felt I couldn't take it. But I didn't want to disappoint him, so I reassured myself. I had prepped for this soon after we began chatting. He had suggested a starter anal plug set which I used until I began to enjoy the feeling. I was looser and more accommodating, but his girth still made my hole burn. I turned back and looked pleadingly at him. "Mercy...please, Sir." He licked his lips. "Come on, relax, you can do this, don't make me tie you up." He entered slowly, then came the relentless ass fuck. I maintained a low key constant moan of pain, as his balls slapped against my hole. He pulled out at intervals to spread my cheeks and look at my gaping hole, then I had to endure him entering all over again. Tears flowed as he grunted, slapped my ass and dug his nails into my flesh as he abused my hole. He placed his foot on the side of my face to steady himself. As he moved around it made my hair a mangled mess and caused my head to throb. At one point his toes ended up in my mouth and I sucked and bit on them gently to ease my pain. His final sound of pleasure as he came deep in my ass was loud, resounding, with the hint of a vulnerable whimper. I loved hearing it, it made me satisfied knowing that I gave him pleasure. He slumped down on the couch and we both breathed heavily, recovering. He noticed the cum leaking out of my hole. "Hmm, I should have fucked your ass this morning and plugged it, and sent you off to the mall with my cum deep in you." I nodded weakly at the delicious thought. Next was a nice, long soak in the tub and now I knew why. My legs were weak and wobbly, my holes were sore and I never felt such a painful pang in my lower stomach. He gripped the side of my face so that I looked up at him, caressing my cheek with his finger. "Today was very good, I believe I made the right choice with you." Tomorrow was a new day. I didn't know how I would take such a pounding daily, but I was the happiest I had ever been, mentally and emotionally. It was only the beginning of my life as his slave and I couldn't wait. Vulnerability and Responsibility Ch. 02 Blood on my panties. For the third time in two weeks. The dark brown mass streaked with hints of bright red trickled slowly down my cunt walls before settling into a worrying stain on my cotton underwear. It had been 3 months since I became his willing slave. What a time it had been- his responsibility over me never faltered. I did what he asked of me in terms of cooking, conformed to all his rules of dress and conduct and met all his sexual demands and deviances whether I was in the mood or not. I took his words seriously and lived by them, the ones he had said to me on the day I had agreed to enter the relationship. "You are my slave and that means all power and control resides with me-you should never question that. You retain no rights whatsoever-you are just another piece of property to be used as I see fit. Whatever decision I make, it is up to you to follow and obey. Each task needs to be completed to the best of your ability." So in return for my unquestioning obedience I was spoilt and showered with all the material desires, care and attention I could want. To me I had struggled mentally and emotionally in submitting to the wrong Doms for so long that being his made me feel complete. So was physical torture really even a price to pay for a masochistic slut? I saw the doctor's eyes widen in suspicion. "Should I assist you in filing a police report? This matter deserves attention." "No, it's not like that at all. I'll be fine and lay off sex for the two weeks as you recommended." The blood was a tell-tale sign of wounds and bruising consistent with rape. It was no surprise to me, because he was simply too big, and sex was too rough and too often. In addition he loved to leave temporary and permanent marks of violence-from choking, whipping, biting, scratching, restraining. I loved it all. As Marquis de Sade once said, "Sex without pain is like food without taste." That resonated to my core. The place was sweltering hot as I got back to the house. He was out doing business when I got his text asking what the doctor said. When I relayed the details he responded just as I hoped he would. "Well, I am not a brute. I'll leave you alone till you heal, but you can still be useful to me in other ways. I'll be home in an hour-put in the biggest purple anal plug and the black bikini I bought for you in Miami. Let's take a swim in the pool." Hmm, what a perfect way to spend the rest of a hot Friday afternoon. In the coolness of our bedroom I undressed, took a quick shower and sat on the edge of the bed. Spread eagling and peering at myself in the mirror, I massaged my asshole with Astro glide before pressing the tip of the plug into it. A few circling movements and it slid into me, but not without some force. I sprung off the bed and squirmed to set it in place, feeling stretched and full. I unwrapped the black bikini from its packaging. So tiny-I was only allowed to wear it at home. At public pools and beaches I wore a full one piece to cover what was his. But today the bikini bra barely covered my round full tits, only gently lifting them with a thin halter strap. My cunt was spilling out of the black triangle held together by two flimsy bows on my hips. I smiled at my near naked appearance before strutting down the stairs. Yes, wine. I grabbed a bottle and two glasses before opening the sliding door to the pool area. The fresh air was divine mixed with the warmth of the hot tiles under my bare feet. I couldn't wait to slip into the soft rippling water shaded by the thick trees around. It was his backyard blue and white haven. As I lowered myself into the water I smirked as my eyes fell on the circular beach bed near the other end of the pool. Canopied and seductively hidden by sheer white curtains that blew in the wind, showing hints of what was taking place inside. I had been fucked so many times on it. I took my second gulp of wine and turned around to welcome him as I heard the door slide. I glazed over his neat, toned body clad only in his blue swim trunks. He was so physically appealing. He slid in the water and I smiled, handing him a glass of wine, which he sipped and promptly placed on the side of the pool. "Hello Sir." "Hello, slave." He pulled me close and hoisted my legs around his waist. He was rock hard already. "Put your hair up." I obeyed and then wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me softly, his lips were cold and sweet from the wine. He tugged off my bikini top and my dark nipples swelled and throbbed as they made contact with the water. On instinct I covered them and looked around suspiciously. "Silly girl, the yard men have the day off today." I smiled and pressed them against his smooth, dark, wet skin. He kissed my neck. "This weekend I'm having a slave girl over. Since you can't do your duties for a while I feel like playing with her. I'll have her tonight and maybe tomorrow you can help me take her anal virginity. Maybe she will become an anal slut like you." He smirked and gave me a suggestive look. But my blood was boiling. Another girl? For the weekend? What was this? I couldn't help it. "Sir, what the fuck do you mean about another slave?" His face distorted in disgust and he grabbed my arms roughly. "Watch your mouth, girly. You couldn't be addressing ME like that." My blood was still pounding in my ears. "I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. I just don't know what you mean." "Look here. You are my slave but I have the right to interact with whomever I choose. That means playing with other slaves. But I don't share you with other men-I am quite possessive over my own property. Your purpose is to serve my needs, not yours. If you don't want that, then I will release you, perhaps reluctantly so, but you are free to go." His tone was irritated, accusing. No. No. No. That wasn't what I wanted. "More so, a lounge chair is not going to get upset if you buy another lounge chair for the room. So get over any jealousy crap." He continued, "And you are going to be severely punished for your disgusting mouth-but not today, I will take some time to figure out how." I simmered down and rested my head on his shoulder, showing my acceptance of his words. His body had stiffened up, he was not so welcoming to my touch. I knew I had angered him but he was not one to act rashly. He harnessed his appetite for violence into delicious, calculating bouts-and I knew I would get it when I least expected it. "Let's see that plug now." He eyed the bed. We climbed out and I stood awkwardly after my outburst. "Come on, face down, flat on your belly." I crawled onto the mattress and the waterproof plastic covering under the cotton sheet crunched as I went along. I planted my arms snugly at my side. He pulled off my bikini bottom and slapped one cheek, causing my ass to jiggle. "Mmmm." He liked the sight. He walked around me, and I soon wondered what he was up to. Always full of surprises as I saw the first black leather strap emerge and fasten my wrist. He had set up the bed restraints outside here. Soon all my limbs were tied and I was spread out, open, wide and ready for him. One clap of his leather belt sliced through the calm and got my attention. I thought he decided to whip me for my transgression. But he straddled my back and looped it around my neck, the buckle pressing into the side of it, a bit too tight for comfort. He tugged it hard and I coughed. "No mercy for foul mouthed sluts." The plug came out and as soon as I felt the cool breeze on my raw hole, his hard cock slid right in. He began his slow pump, sinking deep into me at first. "Mmmm...you are such a well-trained slut. Your hole feels just as fucking good as your tight little cunt." I groaned as he quickened his pace into me. "You like this too much..." he managed, "maybe you are ready for double anal or fisting." He jerked the belt towards him and I whimpered loudly as the wind left me, the metal buckle lodged into my skin and his weight rested on me. Tears began to flow as they usually did during sex, so it was not out of the norm for him to see me like this. This time I wasn't responding to the physical pain but the fact that there was another slave. Jealousy is a difficult emotion to harness. Why was I so hurt? I felt like I wasn't good enough for him-he wanted more. I was worried that she would be prettier or more pleasing than me and I would be discarded. As he pounded into me relentlessly, thoughts of our relationship flooded my mind. It was the first truly functional one I had been in, but it lacked something- emotion. I always gave my best and he had never been dissatisfied with me. We performed our roles to a T, we made loving gestures and we enjoyed each other's company. But the truth was glaring-I didn't love him nor was there any growing feelings on my part. So why was I so happy? Perhaps it was because he was the only one who gave me what my body ached for. The devious, deviant, dirty, disgusting, twisted, sick, mind blowing sex that tested my threshold every time. I wore every memory and mark of pain like proud trophies. Perhaps it was my time to embrace the inanimate object that I was, a pain slave, made to serve and feel nothing, and stop being a sad, emotional, submissive woman searching for love and devotion from a dominant male. He jerked the belt again and as my head felt light a calm came over me. I was ready to be this kind of happy. I strained to look at him as his body heaved roughly into mine and sweat dripped down his chest. Our eyes met. It felt so good. He slowed his pace again and each time he filled my ass I knew it was coming. He felt me tensing up too. "I want you to cum..." A few more deep strokes and I screamed out, pulling at the four corners of restraint violently as my body shook with its final release. Orgasms from anal sex were almost too much for me to bear. Half consciously I waited for his hot stripes of cum but they never came. His weight came off me and then I heard him grunt. What was he doing? "Drink up, slut." He smiled at his own doing. He released me and as I sat up he handed me the wine glass with a copious load of his cum. I was so accustomed consuming it all-shot in my mouth or licked off him but the thought of it having to be guzzled down from a glass made me gag. But like a good slave I knelt on the bed, looked up at him and took it to my lips, every last drop slowly making its way to my half opened mouth. Bobby Flay was on. I wore my matching pair of baby pink and white bra and undies for bed, they were cute and comfortable. Maybe I was in need of a little comfort. I stood at the doorway a few minutes ago-just to see her. It wasn't going to be a formal meeting-I just said hi and she smiled politely back as she made her way into the guest room. The room next to ours where he would fuck her. She was a beautiful Latina, curvy and petite with peachy skin and dark hair. The pangs of jealousy were coming back but I propped myself up on the bed and concentrated on the corn tortillas and salsa. I felt like making that tomorrow. But curiosity got the better of me. The walls were thin and I muted the TV, listening. I heard him groaning-maybe she was mouth fucking him. Surely not sex yet. I couldn't bear it, I put the volume back on for a few ads...then I muted it again. This time I heard the unmistakeable sound of flesh being hit. It sounded like a loud thud, maybe from a paddle rather than a whip. It was mixed with the sounds of her pleasure, maybe from a vibrator lodged deep in her as she took his forceful lashes. Soft groans that intensified into high pitched screams. Maybe she was too softcore for him. Ah, fuck that. I put up the volume to drown out their sexual encounter. I took mental note of how Flay made the beef filling. I glanced at the clock and it was nearly 11pm. I should get some rest-I had lots of errands to do the next morning and Sir would probably spend the night with her. But now Ina Garten was on and she was making veggies on the outside grill. I never tried that. My eyes drooped and I yawned as she went through the order of veggies in terms of grilling time. I had made up my mind. I was no longer bothered by what he was doing-I knew what I wanted from it all, having gone over my earlier epiphany. I snuggled deeper into my pillows and smiled. I was startled when the door swung open and he stood in the doorway. I don't know if I dreamt it-I was in between sleep and wake but I thought he observed at me for a few minutes before making his way to the shower. He slid into bed and gently placed my head on his chest. Despite his bath his skin was hot. Warm blood pumped though his heart and body despite his cold testimony earlier today. He kissed my forehead and began stroking my hair until I fell asleep. He was only human-a normal man amidst it all. Vulnerability and Responsibility Ch. 03 Not giving a fuck is quite liberating. I tossed pleasurably around in my blanket, finding that sweet spot on the bed. I snuggled closer to him and peered up into his dark, handsome face as he slept. I thought of my epiphany yesterday after my conundrum of emotions. How I thought I had found the perfect Dom to own and treasure me, only to be cast aside for the untapped pleasure of a new slave. I was determined that two could play at the game. If he wanted to do as he wanted, I would have to detach myself from it all and just enjoy the depths of physical pleasure and testing of limits he brought me. Honestly I always believed that effective Doms were highly evolved males. It's easy for a vanilla man to kiss a woman, make love to her and do the normal romantic things created by society. However, a Dom has to take the time to get to know everything about his sub- her physical likes, her emotions, her mental state, what she doesn't like. He has to take care of her and take responsibility for her. Definitely not an easy job which takes time and dedication. I have a great deal of respect for them. I blinked back the tears as my faith in such relationships again faltered. I was determined to keep my feelings at bay because that clearly got me nowhere in the past. I remember his words about a month ago when I was acting up. "Life is simple except for the drama you create. Just follow what is required of you and leave your emotions out of it." He opened his eyes and looked down at me, smiling. "Good morning," I say a bit too enthusiastically, in anticipation of his order. Maybe he wanted a blowjob, maybe he wanted to fuck. He kissed me on my forehead. "Good morning. Go and cook me breakfast. I'll meet you in the kitchen." I was slighted and got up robotically to enter the bathroom, with the nod of my head in understanding. Maybe slaves were not allowed to have their pride hurt. Saturday was always my favorite day of the week, and the weather was so beautiful outside. Warm and sunny but breezy at the same time. As I sliced the fruit I was surprised to see him enter the kitchen less than 5 minutes later, and sit at the two-seater table. I thought he was going to have her for breakfast. I remained indifferent as she entered, wearing a black lace lingerie set which contrasted with her flawless peach skin. Damn, she was so hot. Sexy in a cute, innocent way. I found myself thinking of her being impaled by him, the way she would moan in pleasure, her face of pain. My heart was beating fast. I didn't know how to react or what to say as the situation became awkward with three of us in the room. I set the two plates of food down and lingered. "Mia, this is Crystal, My slave." She smiled at me brightly. "Hello." I feigned a smile and sat down to dig in. The clinking of forks was accompanied by her slipping to her knees on the hard, white tiled floor. She positioned herself between his opened legs and slid her hands into his boxers, pulling them down to his ankles. His cock sprung out and she grabbed it in her hand greedily. I tried not to stare at her as she spat on the head of his cock and spread the slimy wetness onto the shaft. "We have a wedding to attend in two weeks," he began in between bites, "today I want you to go online and get some options for me to wear. You need to get something too." "Oooh, sounds fun. I'll do that after lunch, Sir." I reply, observing that she had now begun to run her perfect pink bow lips up and down the length of his glistening black cock. She was doing her own thing, he didn't plant his hands in her hair to guide her or tell her what to do. How were they so nonchalant? I was a slut, but I could never do what she was doing. Such a show of submission to a man who had no loyalty or commitment to her. The pure sexual act. Sometimes that's what I hated about Dom/sub relationships, they almost always start with the sexual element and true compatibility comes after. But that's the problem with some vanilla relationships nowadays too. She was now groaning, gagging, punishing the back of her throat. Streams of saliva decorated her chin and heaving breasts. Her thick black eyelashes were wet with tears. "Maybe we can chill around the house today. Unless you want to go out, I'm cool with that too. But we will be back tonight to have some fun with this whore." His voice was beginning to slur in pleasure as he paid her a glance. She smiled at his words with her mouth full of cock and looked up at him. Wow. She had to really love humiliation and degradation, I didn't know which one this fell into. "I don't mind relaxing today, Sir." I manage as I take my last bite. "Mmmmmhmmmm..." He stretched his arms onto his head and pushed his hips forward, lodging his cock further into her mouth. A few upward thrusts and he gave her the first meal for the day. She slid off slowly, sucking greedily on the head to ensure she got every last drop. A playful slap on the ass and she retired to her room until later. Everything was back to normal, whatever that was in this house. It turned into the perfect day. The rain came down, and we snuggled up in bed, binge watching a series on Netflix. The truth was that their torrid display hours earlier made my cunt wet and yearning. As we lay in arms, I wished that he would slide just a finger in and give me a tiny throb of pleasure. I even thought of asking, but I knew better. Then there was the whole connection. He was holding me close and when I really thought of it, how could I not feel anything for him? He was always there for my every need and want. I felt safe, secure, valued. But I cast those thoughts out, better not to fall into that trap again. His actions this weekend made me feel like I wasn't good enough, so total trust was still an issue. I waited. It was near midnight. I was naked in our bedroom, just as he instructed. Through the walls I heard the rattle of metal and the faint sound of her moaning. "Come on." He barked, and I hurried to her room. What fresh hell was this? I had never seen such an exhibition before. Her wrists were bound by cuffs and attached to the chain suspended from the ceiling. That I could stomach. But there were clamps squeezing painfully on her pink nipples, the ends also attached to the chain. They pulled her mounds out in front of her in a precarious position. The slightest movement would cause pain. Her legs were open wide with a spreader bar that bound her ankles. I stared at her exposed holes as her ass stuck up high in the air and her back arched. Her cunt was clean and neat but the surrounding area was pink and sore, surely from his merciless pounding last night. Her ass cheeks were red with large welts, surely from a paddle as I had suspected. Finally there was her tight, perfectly pink, un-fucked asshole. She turned to look at me, starry eyed but sweaty from the intensity of her situation. Her hair was damp. He sat on the sole chair in the room. "Now, I want you to watch you fuck her ass...with any toy you want," he began stroking himself, "I know you want to." He was right. I had a fetish for anal sex and he knew it. Maybe not so much getting my ass fucked but I enjoyed watching other women taking it all. I walked over to the dresser. My thighs slid together from the cream that was leaking from my cunt. I was so excited and turned on. The top drawer housed his collection of dildos- rubber dongs from 7 to 12 inches, short and long vibrators, glass implements. I thought it might be easier for her if I used the curved one, made for anal pleasure that started thinner and then increased in girth. Nah, deep down inside I wanted the pleasure of seeing her stretched and writhing. I chose a 7 inch white rubber cock, with significant girth. It was realistic with a plump head and veins. I stood behind her and eyed her tight hole. I felt weird all of a sudden, his eyes were on me, watching my every move. I squirted lube onto her, making circles with my thumb, massaging her virgin ass. I slid a finger in, she was so tight. She groaned and wiggled a bit. I lubed the cock up too, I wanted it to slip all the way in easily. "Mmmm." An involuntary moan escaped my lips as I lined up the head of the cock to her hole. I tried to push the head in, coercing her hole to wrap itself around it. But it was resistant. I held the base and pushed harder, turning it slightly. Finally the mushroom tip was in, I was surprised at how tight the grip of her flesh was on it. At that moment it entered her she let out a high pitched shriek. More fun to come as I began to slide the rest of the cock into her. I loved looking at its veiny exterior sink into her and how she looked back at me, her eyes watery and her face distorted in the discomfort of the first fuck. The traction was decreasing, I applied more lube and withdrew. Her asshole gaped and clenched back quickly. I shoved it back in again, and groaned as she almost cried when the large head stretched her again. I was now fucking her hard and fast, and she was moaning loudly. "Enough." His eyes were drunk and devious, he was hungry and coming in for the kill. I pulled out and he knelt on the bed behind her, looking down lustfully at her gaping hole. I took his warm seat and looked on. He was himself- aggressive and unapologetic in his sexual conquest. He plunged his huge cock into her, and she squealed at the assault. He had the leverage I didn't have- he grabbed her ass cheeks roughly and parted them as he ravaged her hole, balls deep with every stroke. He was deliberately brutal, pulling her back as he fucked her so that her nipples and breasts were painfully pulled further. She screamed and I was disturbed because I knew how sensitive I was about my own. But the image of his black shiny member disappearing and reappearing from her fair hole was driving me wild. I opened my legs and plunged two fingers into my own throbbing cunt, flicking my clit and making circles around my rock hard nipples. I didn't care if I had permission or not, I was bursting and soon exploded, cumming hard with 5 pleasurable peaks while looking on as he slowed his pace to torture her. I was exhausted and couldn't look at them anymore post-orgasm. He pounded her good before final loud grunt escaped his lips. He pulled out and deposited his thick cum onto her abused asshole. She was defeated and let herself flop as it began to leak off. "Come here." I was surprised. What now? "Clean off my cum from her ass, as punishment for your filthy mouth yesterday." Hell fucking no. The thought made me cringe. "I want to use my safe word, Sir." He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room, so she couldn't hear. "When the fuck did we establish a safe word? You are my slave and you don't have one. You have one choice, to stay or leave. If you decide to stay, you must obey me." My eyes burned with hot tears but I knew what I wanted. I knelt on the bed reluctantly, opened her cheeks and stuck my tongue out, swirling it around to lap up his mess. She groaned as if comforted. I had never felt so embarrassed before, and I retched as I tasted his sweet cum mixed with her ass juice. I was done and gripped my churning stomach, wanting to empty its contents. He held my face in his hands and looked at me, though I averted my gaze. "Good girl."