1 comments/ 62665 views/ 22 favorites Our Very Own Slave Slut By: AlexandraMendez ALEX I've been dating my boyfriend Scott for a year now. We used to work for the same company in the same city, but he got posted in another country (three hours away by flight), where he has been staying for the past 6 months. I didn't even think I would fall for Scott. Certainly, he wasn't my type. I've always fallen for tall, dark haired, athletic guys. Scott is blonde, just a few inches taller than me, not athletic, but physically active because of his job. He also has a history of dating a lot of girls and playing the field. But he and I hit it off so well and eventually, we became friends. We would talk long hours about different topics. We had the deepest and strangest conversations that belied a natural intellectual compatibility. I knew he was attracted to me, and he made sure I knew it, but I was wary of his womanizing ways. Friends warned me about him, but in time, I developed an attraction to Scott too. And he did woo me... Never failing to tell me everyday how beautiful I was and how he missed me and loved me. There were always good morning and good night texts, and texts during the day; he made sure I knew he was thinking of me every moment of the day. He was very romantic, sending me flowers from overseas while I was on a business trip, when the hotel flower shop was already closed. He surprised me one weekend to whisk me away to a holiday. He made me feel good about my body too, loving and worshiping every inch of it. Though he had some very odd, off the chart sexual fantasies and preferences, Scott never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do, but at the same time, he gently pushed me to explore my sexuality, bringing me to greater heights of ecstasy I had never known. So when I learned that he would be moving away for a posting abroad, I was very sad and thought about whether to continue with the relationship or not. But Scott wanted to do a long distance relationship and believed that we could make it work. He texted and chatted with me every day. He worked in a very demanding job, in the field, which meant that he couldn't always stop to talk with me. Plus he worked in a very remote area, a virtual wasteland with absolutely nothing, just hundreds of guys working together in a testosterone filled environment. It was a difficult place to live in and every weekend was a much awaited opportunity to travel three hours into town with the company provided car and driver, to buy groceries, have a beer, interact with normal people and have an early dinner, then make the 3 hour trek back to come home to a lonely hotel room. But lately, something very strange started happening. Every Saturday morning, after doing the rounds of the field, Scott would go home to freshen up and go into town for his weekly supplies. He would usually have an early dinner there and be home by 10 pm. But one Saturday afternoon, I suddenly couldn't contact Scott. I tried his two phones but there was no reply. I was so worried sick that something might have happened to him. I kept trying and couldn't sleep. Finally on Sunday morning, Scott responded to my call. He sounded groggy, tired but apologetic. He said that he had had some drinks with friends the night before and lost track of time. It didn't help that the phones' batteries were dead too. He was pretty drunk when his friends brought him back to his hotel room. He was so drunk that he forgot to call. I was so angry but Scott apologized. He sent me flowers the next day. He seemed really sorry. The next week, a similar thing happened again. He was gone for hours on Saturday evening, and when he finally FaceTimed me back in the hotel late that night, he said he couldn't talk really long. His phone battery was 4% and that he forgot his chargers in the car with the driver and couldn't get them back. He was in a hurry, talking with me for only a few minutes and said goodbye before the battery died. He was shirtless and the TV was on in the background. Scott didn't like removing his shirt before going to bed, and he didn't like TV. Something was fishy and it hurt me to think that he was fooling around. A similar thing happened a few Saturdays later, but with some other excuse. I was beginning to anticipate the pattern every Saturday afternoon. So the following week, when Scott was home, I called him and talked to him about these moments when he disappeared. I asked him if there was someone else. In the beginning, he vehemently denied it. But I said, "You've always admired my intelligence. You've always said that I'm the smartest woman you've ever been with, a bimbo killer. So I don't believe this is just nothing, you know. I'm not stupid, so give me the courtesy of knowing what is really happening." Finally, Scott admitted that he had met a woman named Susan a few weeks ago in the shopping mall where he usually did his groceries. The woman was the owner of a spa at the mall. She was in her late twenties. She was of mixed Chinese descent, young, attractive, petite, fair skinned, slim and with long hair. She used to be a masseuse but eventually, went on to own her own spa. "A bimbo, in other words. How did this happen?" I retorted. The woman didn't even finish university. Scott said that he had gone for a massage one Saturday afternoon at the spa, and met Susan. She was friendly and accommodating. He asked her out for dinner. Initially, she refused but eventually she agreed. He invited her to make the 3 hour trip back to his hotel with the promise to bring her back after dinner, and one thing led to another. "So what did you do with this Susan the Slut?" I asked, hurt. "Baby, you know I love you, but it is just very lonely here. I have no other human contact aside from a bunch of guys at work. Saturdays are the only times I can get away. And here was this young, attractive woman who was willing to offer me some companionship," Scott explained. "Did you fuck her?" I asked. "Alex, baby, do you really want to know all these details?" And I said, "Yes, stand up to what you did and tell me!" And Scott said, sheepishly, "OK. Yes. I did. I convinced her and said I just needed some company and that I would take her back to the hotel and we would just have dinner in my room. She agreed and said that there wasn't going to be any sex. In fact, I even asked the driver to stand by to take her back. She did come back with me, but before I knew it, she had sent the driver home to come back for her the next day and she stayed the night. And of course, there was sex. I'm sorry, baby" Scott admitted regretfully. "Then why didn't you have the decency to just call me? I worried about you. I thought you were dead. But you were just fucking some stupid massage girl! Susan the Slut!" I screamed. "Alex, Baby, I really wanted to call you, but she tied me up, literally. It was a bondage situation and I couldn't get away. And you know how much I like that. It's the first time in a long time that I found someone who was into that as well...Do you really want to hear this?" Scott asked softly. "Tell me. Don't be a bigger coward than you already are. What did this stupid masseuse do to you that you couldn't even call your girlfriend?" I said. "Baby, I couldn't get away. She grabbed my phone and just tied me up and after that I fell asleep and didn't wake up until the next morning. I'm really sorry, Alex," Scott said. "Bullshit, Scott. You just said she's a small woman. How could she just overpower you? And don't you even think about responsibilities? You're so full of shit, Scott! And do you honestly think that I'm dumb enough to believe your lies about being drunk or leaving the phone chargers with the driver???!! You've been seeing this woman for the past 6 weeks and stringing me along!" I screamed. I didn't say anything more and just glared at him. "Baby, you know I love you, right? But this is just sex. I just need to get off every weekend, and this girl is nothing but just an outlet. Hell, I'm bored with her after three minutes!" Scott said. "Yes, what do you guys even talk about, I wonder? Pressure points and the different kinds of massage oil? I didn't think you would think with your cock and trade a smart, educated, successful executive like me for an uneducated masseuse!" I exclaimed. "Do you really want to know?" he asked sadly and I said yes. "Well, nothing much really...she is very interested in US novels and the human body. We've talked about the circulatory system. She likes geography..." he trailed off. "This is ridiculous! Oh I'm sure you're teaching her about the human body, as well as geography of the human body. Really, Scott. Everyday, I keep you company. We chat and talk for hours, even if with the time difference, it's late for me. Then on weekends, you just disappear and discard me like an old toy. I feel like you're making me your emotional prostitute!" I screamed, almost tearing up, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. "Alex, please...I don't have any emotional or mental attachment to this woman. She just gives me the kind of sex I crave. I tie her up, beat her and treat her as my slave. You always knew I liked that, and she ties me up too. If you were here with me, I wouldn't even see her. There would be no Susan. Just Alex. We just have sex. But this is nothing other than a fuck buddy arrangement. She gives me sex and we have dinner. So Alex, please...just forgive me. It doesn't mean anything," Scott pleaded. I said nothing for a few minutes. He continued, "I don't want to be crass, but I would say she's just a vessel for my cum, but do you know that I can't even cum when she's here? Even if we engage in the type of sex that I want, I just can't cum. And the moment I send her away a few hours later, I think of you and I jerk off to you? I know it's sad, but it's very lonely here, Alex." He looked forlorn. I was so angry I ended the call without saying goodbye. I couldn't believe how stupid I was and I could almost hear my friends saying "I told you so." I liked Scott a lot and was starting to love him, and I thought I could trust him. But I didn't need his lies and how it made everything complicated. No other guy had treated me like this. My pride hurt because while I kept him company every weekday, every Saturday afternoon, he disappeared till Sunday morning to be with his whore. I felt like I was on the weekday shift and the slut was on the Saturday 4 pm till Sunday noontime shift. Scott called again and again but I rejected the call. He tried over the next few days and sent flowers. He wrote me emails. He left messages on my phone. But I didn't reply. After two weeks of trying, I received a paid open ticket for me to visit and see him. He also wrote that he was very sorry and told Susan that things had to end. As if to prove that, he kept calling on Saturday evenings more often, maybe to demonstrate that he was not with the slut. But I didn't take any of the calls. It didn't impress me. Given his history of womanizing, I knew he would make promises like this that he couldn't keep. He'd make me believe that he wasn't seeing the whore but he'd see her anyway and lie. Like that evening that he FaceTimed me without a shirt on and with the TV on, he admitted that Susan was indeed there and that he had sent her to the coffee shop. So what would stop him from doing the same thing in the future, even if he promised that he had ended it? I thought that Scott had probably done this several times to other women he dated, but I wouldn't let him go off easily. He needed to be taught a hard lesson, and after that, I would break up with him and be done with him. I had a plan and I would make Scott and his whore pay. SCOTT I felt conflicted. I love Alex so much. She's different from any other girl I've dated. She's smart, sexy, confident, successful, beautiful. I didn't even think that she would fall for me. I felt lucky when she finally agreed to be in a relationship with me, but at the same time unworthy. She was a good woman, the only woman I've told all my secrets to and yet still accepted me. She was not only a lover but a dear friend to me, despite my kinky sexual history, and my predilection to womanize. I really didn't want to cheat on her, but being in this godforsaken place had driven me to a different kind of crazy. It was painfully lonely, and when Susan spent the night in my hotel, I couldn't resist. Susan was a tiny woman, only 5 feet tall, 40 kgs., of mixed Chinese descent. She was slim, had long hair and good skin. She was pleasant, friendly, flirtatious. She wasn't the smartest woman around, not even having finished university, but heck, it wasn't that important, as long as she was giving me a good fuck. When she rode with me during the three hour trip back to my hotel, she reiterated again that she would just have dinner and that there would be no sex. She said she didn't date married men or men who already had girlfriends. But during the ride, she was flirtatious, letting me kiss her with tongue, and didn't seem to mind even with the driver there. I put my arm around her shoulder, touched her bare thigh and she didn't object. I knew then that the evening would be more than just dinner. When we got into the room, she said she wanted to give me a massage. The air was electric with anticipation. She was wearing a black tank top with a white open blouse on top of it, a black mini skirt that showed off her legs and high heels. She told me to get on the bed and to undress. She went to the bathroom to get the hand towel and she put it on my bare butt as I was lying face down on my bed. She removed her shoes and her blouse, leaving just the tank and the skirt. She climbed on the bed, sat below my butt and started massaging my back. Knowing that her pussy was so close to my butt gave me such a huge erection. After awhile, she got off me, raised the towel and asked me to turn over. My cock was semi hard but she just ignored it when she put the towel on it. She looked at me and smiled, as she straddled my thighs. My erection grew as I knew her pussy was inches away from my balls. Her black skirt was hiking up and I could see white lace panties underneath. Then she removed the towel. By this time, my cock was standing in attention. She massaged the top of my thighs and started teasing my cock with her right hand and my balls with her left. I looked at her and knowingly, she said "You look very lonely, Scott. You look like you need some tender loving care," and with that she suddenly bent forward and took my cock into her mouth and gently sucked, never breaking her gaze at my eyes. It was just for a few minutes, but it aroused me and I gasped. She started removing her tank top and bra. Her breasts were small. She removed her skirt and rolled down her panties. I saw her pussy was shaved. It looked inviting. She sat on the bed, facing me, leaned back and spread her legs, showing off her pussy to me, making the lips open up a little. I saw the pink inside and she was moist. My cock grew harder. She asked, "See anything you like?" smiling mischievously. I found myself looking at her pussy and saying, "Yes, that's beautiful," as I continued taking in her pink moistness. "I'd like to make it more wet and lick it." She lay down on the bed and spread her legs. She also spread her lips. Her pussy looked inviting, and I couldn't help but feast on it. I fed on it, moaning with pleasure, while I fondled her boobs. She was so wet and I was so ready. I reached for the condoms on the side table. I quickly opened the package and slid the condom on my dick and rammed my 7 inch cock into her. She moaned as I jack hammered her with my cock. Oh it had been 6 months since I'd had any real sex! I would sometimes ask Alex to show me her boobs, or even ask her to masturbate for me on FaceTime, but it wasn't real sex. I was hungry and I wanted to fill Susan with my cum. I squeezed her small breasts and sucked them hungrily. She wrapped her legs around me. I kissed her roughly, as I pumped her. And in just less than ten minutes it was over. I came and continued pumping into her. I pulled away and she sat up to wipe herself with the hand towel. She smiled at me. I cooked dinner for her while she took a bath and watched TV. We ate, just talking about mundane things. I heard my phone vibrate and saw that Alex was calling but I couldn't take her call. I felt guilty, but I wanted to continue the evening with Susan, so I ignored Alex's calls. I kept looking at my phone though and I was suddenly surprised when Susan got up and grabbed the phone and threw it to the sofa. "I'm tired of you not paying attention to me," she suddenly stood up. She was in the hotel bathrobe and held the belt in her hand, with the front open. I could see her breasts and her pussy peeking from the robe. Then she started tying my hands up. Oh my God, I thought. This was the kind of fantasy I always dreamed of. I let her tie me up and we went to the bed. I lay down there and she let me suck her boobs, teasing me. When I was hard, she sat on my cock and rode me. I wanted to touch her but my hands were tied. I begged her to remove the tie but she refused. The phone kept ringing but I ignored it, just enjoying fucking Susan, and listening to the throes of ecstasy between the two of us. Pretty much the whole night, we fucked. She was a small woman, so I fucked her standing up, burying my cock into her pussy when she was against the wall. I tied her up and flopped her over the desk to fuck her hard from behind. I asked her to give me a blow job. To be honest, her blowjob was mediocre but it was better than nothing. I suddenly remembered Alex and her exquisite blowjobs. She loved giving them to me and was so into it; she could suck my cock for 20 minutes and I came each time. Unlike other girls that hated it, Alex loved giving blow jobs and hers were the best I had ever experienced. Best of all, she let me cum into her mouth. She was a very giving lover. I suddenly felt guilty. But being the deprived man that I was, I forgot my guilt and wanted to continue having sex with Susan. The pattern got repeated the following week and the next, even if Susan kept saying she didn't do men who were attached. We would just supposedly be going back to my hotel for dinner and drinks, and absolutely no sex. But it always ended up with sex and she was just playing the demure card. It didn't matter that we really couldn't talk much and we didn't have much in common. But every Saturday, I looked forward to banging Susan, who was convenient and willing. However, it made me feel guilty I was cheating on Alex. I had cheated other women before, but I never wanted to cheat my friend and girlfriend Alex. So when Alex found out about everything, I felt so remorseful. I felt like I screwed up big time. I didn't want to lose her, so I told Susan I could never see her again. Susan took it well. She said she didn't want to have sex with me anymore but just wanted to remain friends. I didn't believe her though, because it's the kind of thing she would say every week. Yet every time I invited her over, she would let me fuck her anyway. And oftentimes, there was some rough sex involved, which I liked. But deep down, could I keep the promise? Could I give up all the sex that Susan and I were having? Susan was a great fuck buddy. I didn't need to really talk with her or connect with her intellectually or emotionally. She just fucked and did my bidding. She was very conveniently available, subservient. She'd say she didn't want to have sex, but I knew it would happen anyway. But at the same time, I loved Alex. I had disrespected her and I didn't want to lose her. I called, emailed, sent flowers, and even sent a ticket to see me, but she was obviously pissed and ignored all my efforts to apologize. But those weeks when Alex was ignoring me, I tried not to see Susan, but everytime I went into town, I felt myself gravitating towards the spa and wanting to see her and I did. It would end in sex again, though Susan said she didn't really like sex and was just doing it to please me. I really wanted Alex to forgive me, though at the back of my mind, I also didn't want to give up sex. I know, I'm the biggest, conflicted asshole ever. Our Very Own Slave Slut ALEX I thought about my plan. I'd punish Scott for the humiliation he put me through, and after that, I'd break his heart and call off the relationship. If Scott could have fun, then so could I. I would tell him that I wanted an open relationship to see other men. Over the years, men had always been attracted to me, even if they knew I was unavailable. But I never encouraged it whenever I was dating somebody. Even now with Scott as a boyfriend, there were like 3 or 4 men who were flirting with me but I paid them no heed. But after what Scott did, I would tell him that I would entertain these men, thought I wasn't really sure I would. I would just punish him and pretend to give him a dose of his own medicine. Scott had always wanted me to engage in some S&M with him. He wanted to tie me up, treat me like a slave, sodomize me, do everything that he wanted to do with me while I was powerless. But I never really wanted that kind of play. First, it was so against my psyche. I'm a successful, independent, confident woman who worked so hard to be considered an equal by men. Now here was this man who wanted to treat me like a slave. I wanted to be in control at all times and being powerless in the bedroom meant I surrendered that control. Scott had begged me a few times for this kind of sex, but I always said no. I felt like I was not ready to totally surrender to him. He was disappointed each time, but said he understood. So when I heard that he had been unfaithful to me just because Slutty Susan offered him S&M sex, I was so angry. But after my anger faded and as Scott tried to woo me back, something strange happened. I suddenly felt turned on thinking about Scott doing rough sex with the slut. I didn't really know what kind of sex they did, but it turned me on thinking that Scott was hurting her, ramming his cock inside her, forcing her to suck it, pulling her hair and pushing her face into his cock as she gagged while tied up. It gave me a huge turn on that Scott was having rough sex with his own whore, humiliating her, debasing her. Then it hit me. The best revenge was for me to push Scott to have rough sex with the slut, the kind of sex that was demeaning, dehumanizing and removed all sense of control and identity from her. And I knew Scott would LOVE this. At the same time, he would probably be turned on that I was finally getting into this, even if vicariously. At the same time, I had a strange high with the idea of me ordering around Scott to do my bidding, controlling him without his even knowing it. I don't think any other girl had been able to do that to him, and he was used to ordering around women and not the other way around—that is, if I could pull all of this off. So after two weeks of me ignoring Scott and his attempts to apologize and reconcile, I finally answered one of his FaceTime calls. He was surprised and so happy to hear my voice. "Alex! My God, I missed you! I'm just so happy to see your pretty face and finally hear your voice!" he paused. "I'm very sorry, Alex. And I promise not to see Susan anymore. Please forgive me, baby," he said sheepishly. "Scott, I have a proposal if you still want to make our relationship work. First, while I find the offer to stop seeing Susan flattering, I'm not impressed. Knowing you, you're going to make promises like that you can't keep. You'd be lying and cheating behind my back, and I don't need that drama in my life. You know that, right?" I said. Scott started objecting to defend himself, but I cut him off. "This is what I want to do: you will continue to see your slut every week, since I know you need sex; sex which I can't provide because I'm not there. But in exchange, I'm going to date other men here. We're going to have an open relationship. You do know that there are other men who want me, don't you?" Scott didn't know what hit him and he was speechless. I continued, "Secondly, I want to know everything you've done with the slut." Scott said, "Why? Really, baby? Are you sure?" And I said, "Yes, Scott. Tell me." He started telling me the details, but it became apparent that the S&M sex was tamer than what the revenge I had in mind. She would tie him up and grind her pussy against his erect cock. He would tie her up and fuck her from behind on the desk. That was about it. My imagination for S&M was far more creative, debased and dirty vs. anything they had ever done. "Scott, hearing you describe what you've done to her is making me wet. I'm getting off on imagining you having rough sex with her." Scott was surprised, "Really, baby?" And I said, "Yes, but is that all? Is that the worst you've done?" Scott said, "That's pretty much it, Alex. She says she doesn't really like sex and just does it to please me, but that's about it." "Well, I have other things in mind. This is what I want you to do..." and I started telling Scott exactly what he should be doing the following day when he was meeting Susan. SCOTT I was waiting at the mall for Susan to meet me. She had told me that she wanted to remain just friends and not have sex anymore, as always. But here she was, meeting me again, like on any other Saturday. She was really a slut. But who cared? Oh my God, what an unexpected turn of events. I never imagined that call with Alex. First she wanted an open relationship. I felt ambivalent about sharing her with other men, but I eventually agreed. She was really a different kind of woman who wanted equality. No one had ever asked that of me before; they just wanted me to quit my womanizing. Usually, I said yes, but became expectedly unfaithful on the sly. But here was a woman who was telling me that if I could play around, she could too, and that there was no need to play games and lie about it. It might just be the perfect arrangement for me, at least while I was in this God forsaken place. Plus Alex understood my need for sex. Instead of taking away my weekly trysts with Susan, I was flabbergasted when she now encouraged it. The only difference was that she would tell me what to do with Susan and that I would do her bidding. Wow, that is sexy. I never would have expected it from Alex and just the thought of that gave me an erection last night when I was talking with her. And my boner grew even harder when she told me exactly what to do to Susan. It was soooo intoxicatingly sexy and I saw Alex in a different light. She was always in control, but she had this crazy streak after all, even if she didn't let me do S&M to her. She wanted to control Susan. She and I were mind fucking Susan, and Susan didn't even know it! I was willing to play and after Alex shared with me the plan, I was so aroused. I wanted to take the next plane out to see her and make crazy love to her. It was so erotic, and I loved her even more for it. So here I was in the mall, waiting for Susan. As usual, the slut said she was just meeting me for drinks and not having sex with me anymore, and yet she came in a sheer white blouse, with her black bra visible, over black leggings and spiked heels. The outfit was a dead giveaway. It was obvious she wanted sex. She sat beside me, flirting. She would get pounded tonight, and it would be according to my girlfriend's plans, which was the sexiest thing. I told Susan that that night, I was staying in the city. I had booked a room in a small hotel nearby and asked her to join me for dinner and drinks. As Alex predicted, the slut agreed. After a light dinner at the pool, I took Susan up my room for a nightcap. The moment she stepped into the room and walked towards the bed, I pushed her down roughly on the bed. She yelped in surprise as I violently held her down and pulled down her leggings to her ankles. She was not wearing any underwear, the slut! I quickly pulled down my pants and boxers and parted her legs roughly, pushing my legs against hers. I wet my hand with my spit and wiped it roughly on her pussy lips. She was too surprised to react and before she knew it, I had entered her pussy from behind. She was wet, the slut, and as I pressed onto her on the bed and pinned her by her hands, I whispered to her, "You know you're a slut, don't you? You keep saying you don't want to be fucked by married men and guys with girlfriends and yet every weekend, you let me fuck you each time anyway. You say you just want to be friends, but you always come up to my room and you let my cock do this to you every week!" I was so turned on by it all, as Alex told me to do this and to say these very words. Susan was moaning and she started to speak but I spanked her hard on her ass cheek, and said, "Tell me you want to be fucked by me. 'Scott, I like it when you fuck me every week'. Say it!" I pulled up her hair, so I could see her face. She started to say it but it was too soft. I spanked her butt again, "Louder!" It turned me on thinking that Alex wanted me to do this to our new slut slave. Susan started to object as I continued to thrust into her. "Don't say no, you slut!" as I rammed my cock into her pussy, which was getting wet by the minute. After awhile, I turned her over then I tore her blouse open, roughly removing that and her bra. I squeezed her small boobs roughly, bit the nipples, kissed her roughly, then proceeded to tie her hands above her head with a pair of nylon stockings. She didn't object at all. In fact, she had a crazed, aroused look on her face. Then I proceeded to remove her leggings and shoes, and tie her ankles. Her pussy was wet but a bit red from getting abuse from my 7 inch cock but I didn't care. Alex wanted me to hurt her, and it turned me on. I turned her over on the bed, putting her pelvis on a pillow, exposing her ass to me. I undressed fully and proceeded to straddle her legs. I put lube on my pointer finger and with my other hand, parted her ass as I plunged my finger in and out of her butt hole. She yelped in surprise but after awhile, she started moaning and enjoying it. I leaned forward and whispered to her, "See, you're a slut, Susan. Say you like it!" She said it, and I then plunged two fingers into her butt hole this time. She started objecting and saying no, but I kept at it. I was so aroused because I was acting this out exactly like Alex told me to. It was so erotic and it felt like my dear Alex was in the room herself, directing Susan and me like puppets. I stopped finger fucking Susan's butt and got some ice cubes from the bucket. She was still moaning and seemed to be aroused by the physical assault on her behind. I took some of the smaller pieces of ice and started rubbing them around her butt hole and put them in. She gasped and this aroused her even more as the ice trickled from her butt hole to her cunt. I flipped Susan over and put her head near the edge of the bed. I let her head hang and I started fucking her mouth, just as Alex told me too. My cock was in its 7 inch glory but surprisingly, she could take the whole thing in! It was very arousing to see my cock and balls inside her mouth and she didn't even gag. It was obvious that the slut had done this before and she could deep throat! I kept gently moving my cock in and out and it was very wet. Finally, I took it out and made Susan kneel down on the floor, her hands and ankles still tied, according to Alex's script. Then I stood over her and started jacking off, my cum hitting her cheeks, eyes, nose, mouth. Some of it went into her mouth and I told her to swallow it. She objected, but I smeared it into her mouth anyway. When the last of my jism came out, I held the back of her head roughly and told her, "Clean me up, my little slut Susan. Lick me clean," which were exactly the words Alex wanted me to say. Susan looked spent and tired, but she also looked crazily aroused. I untied her and sent her to the bathroom to shower. It was nearly 10 pm. After she was done, I showered too and dressed up in a shirt and shorts. I sat on the desk chair and called Housekeeping to freshen up the room, while Susan silently sat and watched TV. When the staff had gone, I asked Susan to undress. She was confused because she thought we would lie down on the fresh sheets to rest. She said she was tired, but I told her, "You just promised me earlier that you would do everything I say, my little slut," I smiled, and with that, she started removing her clothes. I went to her and tied up her ankles with some nylons. Then I tied her hands but this time, I asked her to sit at the foot of the desk, her bare ass touching the floor, and I tied her hands to the leg of the desk. I put a gag on her mouth to keep her quiet. She was waiting in anticipation for my next move and I could see she was again getting aroused. Her legs her parted, and I could see her pussy was starting to become moist again. But I just sat there, checking my phone. A few minutes later, I received a text message, and right on cue, my beautiful Alex arrived. ALEX I flew in with the ticket that Scott gave me, and headed to the hotel that he had booked for this very special night, the night I would be turning Scott's whore into our sex slave and Scott as my puppet. It gave me an intoxicating sense of power to be doing this. I was excited about what he was doing to our slut slave, and if he followed my instructions to the letter, it should be a really humiliating and debasing experience, just as she deserved...and just as he deserved, and yet he didn't even know it. I went up to his hotel room and rang the doorbell. I was wearing a classy black dress with a V neckline, ¾ sleeves, knee length. I wore black stacked, open toe heels. My hair was perfect, and so were my red nails. I wore six twisted strands of small white pearls as a choker around my neck, drawing attention to my face, even though I had a hint of a cleavage. I pulled a small black leather suitcase and a black designer bag. All very elegant, classy and understated, unlike Scott's whore. Scott opened the door and he was so happy to see me. "Alex!" he hugged me and kissed me tenderly. "I missed you so much, baby," and we just hugged and kissed there for like a full minute. My insides melted; I had missed Scott so much too. I walked in and saw poor, naked Susan, gagged by the desk. "Who is this pathetic little thing?" I asked, as if I didn't know. "It's our slut slave, darling," Scott said. "Ah, the drama queen who tells you every week she doesn't want to be fucked, but ends up in your room anyway, " I said disdainfully. "So did you punish the poor little thing the way I wanted you to?" I asked. Scott said, "Yes, my love, according to the script, but I am not sure she has learned her lesson." I said, looking down at Susan who was wide eyed and surprised. "Okay then. Let her watch and maybe I'll punish her later when I'm bored," I said nonchalantly. Scott kissed me on the lips, softly, slowly. He just held me there and hugged me. "Oh baby, I miss you sooo much. I'm sorry for all this," And I said, "Shh, it doesn't matter right now, " I said, as I relished his kisses. "Let's make love." And we did. Scott kissed me tenderly; I always loved his kisses. He started softly, tentatively and later, with tongue, but always gentle. He nuzzled my neck, something I always loved and which gave me goose pimples, making my nipples hard. I thrust my hips into his. He unzipped my dress, slowly letting it fall to the ground. I glanced at the slave slut, and I could see her wince. I could see how she saw the visible shift in the air, how Scott had turned from a sadistic master, who tormented her, to a considerate, tender lover who made love, not sex, to the girlfriend that he loved. I was wearing a black lace push up bra that flattered my small boobs, and matching Brazilian cut lace panties that showed off my firm butt cheeks. Scott caressed my hips, arms and my abdomen, before caressing my back to carefully remove my bra. I removed his shirt and shorts, freeing his semi erect cock. Scott pulled down my panties slowly, kneeling as he did, kissing my waxed mound lovingly. He threw my panties on the bed. I was just down to wearing heels and my pearl necklace. "I want you," he said hungrily as he looked at my eyes intently, while kneeling down before me. Scott stood up, and I looked into his eyes, "I want YOU." I knelt down on the carpet. Scott got a pillow and put it under my knees. He stood with his legs apart, and I licked his balls and shaft, from the bottom to the top, like licking an ice cream cone in the heat of a summer day. Scott looked at Susan while I was licking and teasing his cock. I did this a few more times while holding his balls with my left hand, and holding his shaft with my right. His cock and balls were so wet with my spit. I always knew Scott liked me kneeling down to give him head; it gave him a sense of power to look down at me, with his cock in my mouth, and best of all, naked and in heels and jewelry. I did this for a full 30 minutes, loving his cock with my tongue and hands, playing with the balls and squeezing them, and massaging the shaft up and down while sucking the tip of his cock. I took in the whole 7 inches of his cock, until the back of my throat. I could tell Scott was sooo aroused and he had missed my blow job so much. "Baby, you're the best! I love it how you love my cock," Scott said, rolling his head backward. He was about to cum, but he held back. He led me to the bed and we lay down. All this time, the slut slave was tied to the desk and we made her watch. We ignored her most times, except for a few times when we cursorily gave her a look. She was quietly watching the whole time. Scott and I made love tenderly, mostly face to face, holding the connection with our eyes. Oh how I missed him! Scott ate me, softly, slowly, licking, teasing, darting his tongue into my wetness down there. He loved making love to me face to face. He loved saying, "You're so beautiful, Alex. Love me with your eyes," while he worshipped my body. He was buried deep inside me, him on top while I wrapped my legs around his back. He started thrusting faster, with an insatiable hunger and sense of urgency, while I gripped his cock with my pussy, intermittently. Finally he cried out, "Ooohhhh, Alexxxx..." and we came together. He continued to thrust into me, though slower this time, and we basked in the vibrations of our joint ecstasy. Oh how I missed Scott and he missed me too. He looked intently at my eyes and said, "Oh, Alex...I love you...and I'm sorry," and he buried his face into my neck, as I stroked his sexy, blonde hair. He then pulled out and propped up the pillows, as we sat up against them and kissed some more, stroking each other's bodies. We kissed, whispering and nuzzling, just as lovers do. The slut slave was quietly watching. Then Scott had an idea. "I think our slave needs to do some work. She needs to clean us up." Scott and I didn't talk about this and it certainly wasn't part of the script, but I liked how he was taking charge. Scott got up to untie Susan's hands and ankles. She didn't react much and seemed to be relieved. Scott removed the gag on her mouth, and she stood up weakly and drank some water from a glass on the desk. "Susan, I want you to clean up Alex. Lick and suck her pussy until it's free of my cum," Scott said assertively. "C'mon my little slut, do it. I know you want to," as he pushed her towards the bed. Susan climbed up the bed. I was unsure how this would go. Scott went behind me so I could lie against his chest, and said softly, "Darling, just spread your legs, lean back and let the slave do it," he smiled mischievously. The thought aroused me. It would be my first time to have a woman lick me there. Susan started licking my outer labia, eventually sucking them so she could clean up the sweat and love juices. She spread my labia apart, then went on to lick my inner labia, and the insides of my pussy, sucking up all of Scott's cum that was still there. Scott started playing with my nipples and kissing my neck. Susan then sucked my perineum and my butthole. I started moaning and throwing my head back. It felt exquisite! I don't know which aroused me more, the fact that a woman was cleaning my pussy and butthole with her tongue, or that Scott had ordered his whore to do it. Our Very Own Slave Slut Then Scott said, "Alex is clean. Now do me," and Susan then licked Scott's balls and cock and while she was doing that, Scott put a finger into Susan's pussy, which was wet. Apparently, the slut slave was enjoying our lovemaking and the process of cleaning us up with her tongue. "Put a finger here too, Alex," Scott motioned to me as we both put one finger each into Susan's pussy and fucked her. Susan moaned but Scott spanked her, "You're not allowed to enjoy this, you slut!" Then Scott shoved Susan roughly, "Go on all fours, you bitch," and Susan did so. There was a hint of a smile on her face. She seemed to enjoy this kind of sex, following every command from Scott. At the same time, I was getting aroused seeing how dominant Scott was and how he was dehumanizing his own whore, even without my prodding. Scott reached for something from the side table. He handed me a pink dildo, while he himself held a black glass one. I had not seen any of these before and wondered where he got them, but I was too aroused to care. Scott squirted lube on the tips of the dildoes. "Alex, let's fuck our slut slave. You fuck her pussy and I'll fuck her butthole," Scott said, as he proceeded to put in the black dildo into Susan's butthole. Susan gasped and had a look of ecstasy. "Uuuuuhhh," she moaned. I then turned on the dildo to vibrate and put it into Susan's wet pussy. "Aaaaaaahhhh," she cried out. We fucked her like this for about five minutes. Then I took out the dildo from her pussy and asked her to lick it. There was something satisfying with debasing Scott's slut. Scott stopped his own action at her butt and moved forward, taking out my dildo and ramming his cock into Susan's wet, open mouth. She gagged, and she buckled as she came, falling into a heap on the bed. Scott got hard and aroused again, but he did not want to touch the slut slave. He wanted me. He made me go on all fours on the bed to do me doggie style, one of my favorite positions. I was wet and aroused as he thrust into me rhythmically. He called Susan, now over her own orgasm, to come underneath me to lick my clit. It was mind blowing for my pussy to get so much simultaneous attention and it made me even more aroused as my boyfriend and his slut stimulated me together. Susan licked and sucked my clit; it was very engorged. She also licked Scott's balls and shaft as it went in and out of my pussy. It was a very sexy sensation. She sucked my tits, went to my clit and went to Scott's cock and balls, doing that over and over. I thought I would lose my mind. Everything was so wet and slippery there and when we couldn't take it any longer, Scott and I cried out during our orgasms together. He continued to thrust into me, slower but still rhythmically, feeling my pussy's spasms in the heat of my orgasm. We lay together and hugged, while Susan was left alone on the other side of the bed, but she seemed to be satisfied participating and watching. We rested for awhile. I was so overcome with passion and intoxicated by the power that we-and I-had over Scott and his whore, so I took him into my mouth and give him another blow job. I made him relax and lie down, kneeling towards his crotch, with my butt and pussy visible to him. This position always aroused him. I got into the rhythm of the blowjob, pulling his ass up so I could also lick and suck his sensitive perineum, bringing Scott to the finish, letting him cum into my mouth, swallowing his jism. Then he pulled me up and kissed me, tasting his own fluids in my mouth. He looked at me intently again as he hugged me, "I love you Alex. This was so fun. Thank you for being you. A lovely, beautiful, intelligent, sexy and very kinky woman." SCOTT It was an evening of my wildest dreams; S&M sex with Susan, who was now Alex's and my sex slave, and tender, loving sex with my girlfriend Alex. We sent Susan home that night and in her own way, she seemed to like the sex and indicated that she wanted to see me again the following week. After Susan left, Alex and I made more love that lasted in the wee hours of the morning, and surprisingly, she let me do some mild S&M. Oh how I missed her! In this weird twist of fate, I had my fuck buddy back and I didn't even have to hide it from my girlfriend. And my girlfriend was back, seemed to understand my need for weekly sex, and I loved her more for it. What more could I ask for? In addition, she seemed to get a kick out of tormenting our slave and directing me on how to do it. It made me see her more like a dominatrix puppeteer! That was so sexy. ALEX I had some kind of sexual awakening, enjoying the thought of Scott tormenting his whore. After the whore left, Scott and I made love again. It was tender at first but in the middle of the night, I let go of all my inhibitions and told Scott that he could tie me up. "Are you sure, baby? I love you and you know that I don't want to do anything that you don't want to do or are not ready for," he said. "No, baby, I think I'm ready. Show me. Teach me. Love me," I said to him intently, with full trust. So that evening, he made tender, slow love to me, to make sure I was ready and relaxed. He kissed my neck, shoulder, armpits, breasts, ribs, abdomen, mound, thighs and calves. He licked me from ankle, calves, knees, inner thighs, ending with my mound, giving my pussy slow, tender loving care. He ate me gently, licking, painting me wet with his tongue, holding my clit in his mouth while gently sucking it. And when I was so wet and when I begged him to enter me, he then slowly got out two pairs of black silk cloths, and tied me spread eagled to the bed, kissing me tenderly as he gently did it, stroking my body, loving me. And finally, when I was all tied up, legs splayed and arms spread out, open and waiting, he sat in between my spread legs and looked at my eyes and my whole body lovingly. He caressed me all over, worshipping my body. I did not feel demeaned at all. I felt like I was giving myself fully, in total surrender, to a man I loved. He had sex with the slut, but he made love to me. He never lost the connection with my eyes as he moved to go on top of me, supporting his weight on his elbows, making sure he wasn't hurting me. He kissed me softly, then with tongue. His massive erection was against my engorged pussy and he was rubbing my lips up and down with his beautiful cock. I REALLY wanted him inside me; I was so wet and ready. "Scott, darling, take me. Make love to me," I begged with crazed frenzy. Scott continued to rub the outside of my pussy lips with his shaft. He teased me that way for a few minutes until he himself couldn't take it anymore, and he slowly entered me. He thrusted, gently at first, slowly getting faster and faster. "Oh, baby, you're so beautiful," as he held my face, "and I love you." I was wet and ready to come, not only because of the difference in sensations but also the fact that I was giving myself so fully and in total abandon to Scott. Scott thrust faster and we both came together. "Uhhhhhhh," we cried out. Our bodies were slick with sweat. He gently untied my legs first, then my wrist, and later, he entered me again. He was still semi hard and started thrusting once more, while I enveloped him with my legs and my arms. I never thought S&M sex could be this beautiful. I spent the next two days with Scott but soon, I had to go back. Work beckoned. On Friday night, I called him. "Darling, here's your brief on tomorrow's tryst with Susan," and I started to give him instructions on how to torment our sex slave the following day, while at the same time touching myself. I found myself getting wet again. And every Friday, that became the routine. Scott got his instructions from me on what to do with Susan, and on Sunday nights, he reported back, and we both got turned on and engaged on online sex. And that's how I turned my boyfriend's slut into our sex slave. I thought I would just punish Scott and break up with him, but in the end, I enjoyed the experience and felt a sense of connection with him, even if we were apart.