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Slave for a Day

By: parts guy



I don't know what I said to piss her off, but I had to make it up to her. I knocked on her door, hoping she was home. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the door opened up a crack.

"What do you want?" she asked coldly.

"I was an idiot, and wanted to apologize."

"What if I don't want an apology?"

"Just give me five minutes, if your still mad, I'll leave." She let the door slowly swing open, as she turned and walked back to the kitchen.

"I brought you these." I said as I held out the roses.

"You have four minutes left." she snatched the flowers from me, and stuffed them in a vase. She stared at the flowers, not wanting to look at me.

"This is your apology?" she asked as she rearranged the roses in the vase.

"No, this is." I held my arms out.

"Who said I wanted a hug?" Her glare was obvious. "You're down to three minutes."

"I'm not offering a hug." This got her attention. "I'm offering me."

"But what if I don't want you?"

"You don't understand. I was a complete idiot before. To make up for it, I'm yours to do what you want with."

"You mean like a slave, or something?" She was now intrigued. "If I asked you to clean my toenails, you would?"

"I would suck your toes clean. I would give you a complete tongue bath, if you wished. In fact, I would lick you clean after you peed, if you so desired. I would be at your beck and call."

"The peeing part is a little extreme, but this might have potential. Will you do housework? And for how long?" Her mood was changing.

"I will do anything for you, and for as long as it takes to gain your forgiveness."

A smile started to form on her lips, but quickly changed back to a frown.

"This might have to wait. I was so angry with you, I told Paul I would have dinner with him."

Paul is a neighbor, who lives a few doors down. He's kind of a geek, who probably has never had a date in his life. He was a safe choice to make me jealous, without having to put out.

"I guess maybe I could call him and cancel." She wanted to be my slave driver, and make me pay.

"There's no need to cancel, I don't mind if you two go out."

"But, I invited him here for dinner."

"That would be perfect! I could be your waiter for the evening. I'll cook, serve, and clean up."

"You wouldn't mind...er, yeah, that's where you can start." She was determined to make me suffer.

Without saying a word, I began picking stuff up, and straightening the room out. She had already done the shopping, so all the food was there, waiting to be prepared. She wasn't much of a cook, so I think she was relieved to have me do it.

As I cleaned the kitchen, she told me that she was going to take a bath, and prepare for her "date".

I was just finishing up in the kitchen, when she hollered for me to help her. She was standing in her bedroom, wearing her blue cotton robe, and a towel wrapped around her wet hair.

"Help me find something to wear tonight." she ordered. I already knew what I wanted her to wear, so I searched her closet, until I found it.

"You want me to wear that?" she asked, as I held the black dress up. It was a very low cut, very short, very tight mini dress, that she never had the guts to wear, except the one time she tried it on for me. But we never left the house, and that image has been burned into my brain forever.

"No, I guess it would be too much for Paul." as I turned to hang it back up.

"Hand it to me!" I had to wipe the smile off my face before I turned around to hand her the dress. "What else am I wearing with this?" she demanded. I rummaged around her drawers, and came up with a black garter belt and black thigh highs, and her favorite spike heels.

"What about a bra and panties?" she asked as she surveyed the outfit.

"Oh yeah, I suppose you'll need those. Wouldn't want to scare Paul off." I opened the top drawer, and waited.

"Fuck you. I'll go without!" I slowly pushed the top drawer closed, with a grin. If it would have been the middle drawer, I could have closed it without my hands, as the bulge in my pants expanded. I quickly left to start dinner, while she finished getting ready.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Knowing she wasn't ready yet, I answered it. Paul stood there, with a bewildered look on his face, as I ushered him in.

"Uh...I thought I had a date with Kate tonight."

"You do. I'm just the housekeeper. Come on in and have a seat." I showed him to the couch, where he sat and fidgeted like a schoolboy.

"Ooh!" was all he could spit out, as she entered the room. My god she looked hot. She went to a lot of trouble to make a point. She sat down on the other end of the couch, not realizing 'til this moment, how high that short dress rode up when she sat down. She kept her long legs tightly together, as she tugged the hem down, trying in vain to cover more of her legs. She saw me smile at her, and she ordered me to bring them drinks.

Her cabinet was well stocked with booze, so I started them out with sweet daiquiris. They each had one before dinner. Well, OK, so I put a little more booze in her drink. OK, I put a lot more booze in her drink. She had a hard time walking a straight line to the dining room, as I announced it was time to eat. I was in the kitchen, when she staggered in behind me.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked with a slight slur.

"You never could handle your booze very well."

"Make me another one you...you jerk!" she said as she wandered back out to the table. Oh yeah, I'll make you another. Oops, I thought, as I tipped the bottle of booze into her glass.

Dinner went smoothly, and I stayed in the kitchen, while they made small talk. As I cleared the table, Paul commented on how great dinner was. Kate just stuck her nose up at me. They returned to the couch, as I began washing the dishes.

"I can't believe your getting me drunk!" she said as she swayed into the kitchen. "Bring me some coffee!"

"Yeah, I better, before you do something stupid out there." I knew that would clear her out of the kitchen. I made the coffee, and added some Bailey's Irish Cream to liven it up a bit. As I brought the tray out, I noticed she was now sitting right next to Paul, as they talked. Each time she looked away, he stole glances at her beautiful body. They each took a cup, and I sat down in a chair, off to one side of the room. It was behind Paul, but Kate could see me just by looking up. She took one sip, and knew. Paul thought it tasted wonderful, causing Kate to shoot an evil eye at me. I looked at her and smirked. She apparently took this as a challenge, so she set her cup down, leaned over and kissed Paul. This took him by surprise, as he struggled to set his cup down. She looked passed him, and into my eyes. I just smiled, and continued to leaf through my magazine. The next time I looked up, she was exploring his tonsils with her tongue. He would put his hand on her knee, just to have her quickly remove it, as they played kissy face. I got up and went to the kitchen for a drink, knowing she would be there any time now. Like clockwork, she appeared at the door, just as I was finishing my drink.

"Well, have you had enough yet?" she asked, through smeared lipstick.

"Me? I'm fine, but you sure know how to tease Paul." I said, as I handed her another drink. I sure know how to tease her too. She marched, in not so straight a line, back to the couch. They were kissing again, as I took my seat. As soon as she saw me, she reached over and picked up Paul's hand, and placed it on her knee. He was slowly caressing her thigh, and I could see her stiffen nervously, as he reached the top of her stockings. As she looked to me, I yawned, and turned the page. She spread her legs apart, giving Paul plenty of room. He took advantage of it, and pressed upward. I wished I could have seen his expression, when his fingers felt not panties, but wet pussy. As he slid a couple of digits in, I could see the mixed feelings on Kate's face. She would not normally let this guy near her, but in her quest to make me jealous, her physical feelings took over. That and the alcohol. After watching her hump his fingers for a minute, he knelt down in front of her, and started planting kisses up her leg. About mid-thigh, he noticed me sitting there, and hesitated.

"Does he have to be here?" he asked Kate.

"Don't mind him, maybe he'll get bored and leave." With that, she spread her legs wide apart for Paul. It was too much for him to resist, as he skipped the rest of the kissing and went right for her slit. For a geek, he must have knew how to lick, as she was soon cumming like never before. She would look my way for a moment, but would then close her eyes, and moan, as she was swept away into orgasm land.

After what appeared to be her fifth orgasm, I again headed for the kitchen. I was just finishing putting the clean dishes away, when she wobbled in.

"What do you think now?" she panted.

"I think you're still a tease, and I'm sure Paul does too." Back out the door she went. I finished my job, knowing she would wait for me before doing anything. This time, I grabbed the newspaper, before heading back out to my chair. They were petting lightly, until I sat down. She immediately grabbed his crotch, and rubbed. He moaned, and slipped a hand into her dress, squeezing her breast. She unzipped him, and pulled his cock out. From where I was sitting, I could barely see it. I was relieved ,to see it wasn't any bigger than mine. She stroked it, and played with it, looking up at me, for my reaction. I just rolled my eyes, and went back to my paper.

A new noise caught my attention. It was a slurping noise. I looked over the top of my paper, to see her head bobbing up and down in Paul's lap. He was getting close already, and warned her.

"You better stop, before it's too late!" he groaned. She slowed enough to look at me. I laughed softly, as I knew she never swallowed. In fact, she didn't even like doing what she was doing. My reaction set her off. Instead of stopping, she attacked him fiercely. Along with renewed sucking, she pumped furiously with her hand. It only took a minute of this to finish him off. I could hear his joints pop, as his body stiffened, and trembled. A gasp from his lips told me that he just filled Kate's mouth with creamy sperm. I put the paper down to see how she was going to spit it out gracefully. She looked up at me, and in a moment of desperation, she swallowed. She then squeezed the last drops out of his cock, and licked them off as well. This move even surprised me.

I headed back to the kitchen for our next rendezvous, wondering if Paul was getting suspicious. This time, she was right on my heels. I could smell both his cum, and the booze on her breath, as she spoke.

"Now what do you think?" she leered.

"I guess a blow job was easier than actually fucking him." I said, knowing what was coming.

"I need another drink."

"Didn't the last one quench your thirst?" Boy, I'm a smart ass. Heavy on the 'smart' as I handed her a straight shot of whiskey. She downed it, then staggered back to Paul.

By the time I got back out there, she had slipped out of her dress, and was coaxing his cock back to life. Wearing only stockings and heels, she could bring the dead back to life. Her eyes were now glazed over, as she fought the desire to pass out. She could hardly keep her eyes open, as she straddled Paul. Her eyes popped open wide for a moment as his cock quickly filled her pussy. She closed her eyes and bounced up and down like a rag doll, totally oblivious to Paul, and me for that matter. Between the booze, and the orgasms that followed one after the other, she was totally out of it. Paul grunted, and blasted her pussy full of sticky cum, then rolled her off onto the couch, where she passed out.

"Well, I better go. Tell her thanks for dinner, and everything!" Paul was out the door.

I gently picked Kate up, and took her to her bed. I took her shoes off, then carefully rolled each stocking down, and off her feet. God she was beautiful. Even if she did have a trail of cum leaking out of her pink pussy. Well, I told her I would give her a tongue bath, so I crawled up between her legs, and started licking. Paul's cum was actually kinda sweet, especially when combined with her sweet honey. I licked her completely clean, then softly sucked on her clit, until she bucked into another orgasm. For the first time today, she had a smile on her face. I covered her with a sheet, and left the small light by her bed on, and left to pick up her dress. As I draped it over the chair by her dresser, she stirred.

"Hey." she whispered.

"Yes?"

"I love you." 

Slave for a Day



Gretchen is sleeping when I wake up as usual. She sleeps much more than I do. Today is different though. Today I am going to be staying in bed longer, and she knows it, even though she is still sleeping.

Two weeks ago Gretchen and I were talking about fantasies, and I mentioned how I would love to have her as a slave for a day. Gretchen is only 22 and hasn't tried too much. After talking a little bit about it, she agreed, to do it and I started telling her the conditions.

1. She could only speak when spoken to. (If she needed to say something it must be proceeded with "If it makes you happy Sir___," and then what ever she needed like going to the bathroom).

2. When at home she was not allowed to wear clothes. (If we went anywhere I was to pick out her clothes).

3. When at home she was to crawl on her hands and knees to get around. (Unless she needed to stand for an activity such as cooking, or I told her to stand).

4. She was not allowed to look me directly in the eye. (Unless I told her to).

5. She was not allowed to say the word "no" to me.

6. Everything she did say was to be followed by the word "Sir."

With these conditions I told her that she would not be put in danger, I would not inflict pain on her, and I would not take any existing grudges or feelings toward her into the roll playing scenario. She was very hesitant after hearing these conditions, but decided to agree.

So here I am awake, in bed, next to my slave for the whole day. I hope she is ready. I slowly caress her shoulder and she starts to stir. I lean over to her ear and say "good morning my pet," to remind her of her previous commitment to this day.

"Good morning, sir" she says sleepily.

"I'm still tired and want some more sleep, but I need you to do a few things for me" I say to her to get her into the order-following-mood early. "First off I want you to suck my cock to completion. When you are done with that I will let you know what to do next."

Gretchen's only reply is a simple "yes sir." Without looking at me she slides under the covers and starts to lick my cock. I am already rock solid from 'morning wood', so there will not be a warm up period.

" I said I want you to SUCK my cock, not lick it. I'll let you know when I want you to lick it," I say to her wanting to cum so badly I can hardly stand it.

"Yes sir" I hear right before I feel the warmth of her lips engulf my cock-head. She starts with a few shallow bobs, then goes all out. She is now taking about half of my cock in her mouth with each downward movement, and coming up almost to the tip of my head. She is going faster then I knew her little head could bob. Soon I am getting ready to cum from this delightful way to start the day. I don't moan or signal I am close in any way, and when I feel my balls tighten, and the first rope of cum shoot from my cock head I hear Gretchen almost choke. She doesn't stop though. She keeps the pace going and going as rope after rope of semen shoots into her hot wet mouth. Soon she feels that there is no more cum to milk from my cock and she lifts her head.

"You can spit it out my pet" I say to her. I know she really dislikes the taste of cum and I want her to have some fun today too. She takes a step off the bad and almost forgets to crawl to the hamper for a used rag to spin into. I look at her ass as she places the rag on the floor in front of her, facing away from me, and lets the cum run slowly out of her mouth. I can see her pussy lips and they are glistening with moisture. I smile to myself and roll back onto my back and close my eyes.

A second later I hear her crawl back over to me and say "if it makes you happy Sir, I would like to carry out your next task for me." I can tell by the tone and direction of her voice that she is looking down at the floor. She seems to be remembering everything very well and I am very impressed. Maybe I will reward her earlier that I had planned, I say to myself as I give her the next task.

"I want you to go to the kitchen and bring me the empty 3 liter Mt. Dew bottle. You are going to hold it while I roll onto my side and piss into it so I don't have to get out of bed this morning, then you are going to dump the bottle into the toilet and flush it. Once you are done with that I will give you your next task. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand sir" she says as she crawls out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. She soon returns with the open end of the bottle held in her open mouth. She must have found it too hard to hold the bottle in her hand while she was crawling. I roll onto my side and just as asked, she takes my cock and puts the tip right at the opening of the Mt. Dew bottle. Soon I am letting my bladder loose and it feels so good to let it relax. It is both very strange and exiting to be feeling this while still in bed, but soon I am done. Gretchen seals the bottle and this time des not put the bottle in her mouth. I didn't figure she would. I can hear her in the bathroom empting the contents of the bottle and soon hear the flush of the toilet. She is just as quick to return to the side of the bed, eyes cast down, and on her hands and knees.

"I am hungry and want you to make me some breakfast. I am going to get a little more sleep while you cook. You can walk while you cook and set the table, but that is all. Once the food is served and on the table I want you to come back in here and wake me up by licking my balls. Do you understand my pet?" I ask, knowing she loves to cook breakfast for me.

"YES sir" she says excitedly and scampers off toward the kitchen. I roll onto my back and pass back out. I have just had a great blow job, and my morning piss without having to leave the bed. I am very relaxed!

I awake the way I wish I could wake up every morning, with the gentle warm licking of my balls by Gretchen. "Mmm that feels good my pet. That was a very nice way to wake up" I say to Gretchen looking at the outline of her head under the covers. We both have a good meal and I tell her that she can look me in the eye while we are eating if she wants. Once we are done eating decide that she is being very good and needs a reward.

"Come here my pet," I say to her. "You have been very good today and I think you deserve a reward." She quickly comes crawling over in front of me and sits up on her heels, arms behind her back, and head cast down. I tell her to lie down on her back and pull her knees up to her chest with her legs spread. She does so quickly and is in position in seconds. I can see her pussy is almost dripping. I insert a finger into her slippery hole and it goes in with ease, so I add another. I am soon ramming my fingers in and out of her cunt as it grips my fingers trying to milk them as if they were a cock. In no time at all Gretchen is screaming and thrashing her head from side to side as her orgasm rocks her body. After her screams turn into whimpers I remove my fingers but her cunt stays open begging. "Did my pet like that" I ask, knowing the answer.

"Yes sir, very much sir" she says with a sigh. I lean back on the couch and just admire my slave and her wide-open cunt as her cum slowly runs down over her anus.

"If it makes you happy Sir, can I go pee"? She asks.

"Not right now, we have to get ready. We are going shopping." She almost picks her head up to shoot me a look, but quickly remembers not to. She doesn't know what I will do if she does something wrong. All she knows is it won't be painful, which I think makes her even more curious, and scared at the same time.

I get Gretchen dressed in a long thin sun-dress and some sandals. I give her nothing else to ware. We are driving to on of the local strip malls around our house and I can see her wince with every bump that I hit. Her bladder must be very full. We get to the strip mall and she knows exactly where we are going; a local sex shop.

"They don't have a bathroom for customers inside so if you want to pee you'll have to squat outside the car door" I say as I'm getting out of the car to walk around and see if she will go through with it. She looks around before she opens the door and sees that I have parked in a remote part of the parking lot and that no one should be able to see her as long as another care doesn't drive by. She quickly opens the door and squats next to the car with the door hiding her from behind and me from the front. There's a car next to us, so she is almost completely surrounded. She lets out a large sign of relief as her golden fountain hisses onto the pavement. Soon she has a huge puddle under her and it just keeps getting bigger. I then realize that although I have had my morning piss, she had not. She must have been saving it so that I could watch. She knows that I get turned on when I watch her pee.

Bladder empty and cloths straightened, Gretchen takes my arm and we head toward the sex shop. We walk into the shop and there is a very pretty girl behind the counter. She greets us with a warm smile and some standard pleasantries. We smile back and say hello. The whole while we are in the shop Gretchen is on my arm, but seems to be staring at the pretty clerk very often. Whenever the clerk looks our way Gretchen quickly looks away. I get an idea and walk to a display rack in front of the counter. I find and interesting item near the bottom and make sure that Gretchen is facing the counter when I bring her down with me squatting to look at the item.

"Spread your knees and don't move" I whisper in her ear as she looks down and blushes, realizing what I'm doing. Gretchen opens her legs and while her face stays a deep shade of crimson. From the front counter, the pretty cashier can see right up Gretchen's dress to her sopping pussy. I pretend to be very interested in the item and stay there for a while. At first the clerk is too shy to look, but soon is just standing there staring right at Gretchen's beautiful cunt. Our legs tire of squatting and we stand to roam the store some more. We are looking at some toys when the clerk comes over to us to see if we need any help.

"Yes, actually" I reply seeing the clerk checking out Gretchen. "Gretchen here likes to have something up her butt when I am fucking her. Small plugs are too small, they just fall out, but medium plugs are too big to get in. Vibrating bullets are OK, but the wire bothers her. What do you suggest?" Gretchen's eyes are now very wide as she looks at the floor as to not make eye contact with me, or the sales clerk.

"Oh...Umm...Well" the clerk stammers, not expecting such a direct question. She looks at Gretchen and gives her a full-on once over from head to toe. "I think we have just the thing over here" she says as she leads us over to a different area of the toy rack. "These just came in last week. They are plugs, but they have more than small, medium, and large to choose from" she says as she motions at some beautiful plugs. There must have been eight to ten in the set. Each one got just a bit bigger than the last. Not just that, but the exact dimensions were written on the packaging. "This might be just what you are looking for," the clerk said as she picked one off of the wall and handed it to me.

"I think that she would like this one very much." I looked at the package and it said that it was 4" long, 1 ½" at the thickest point, and narrowed down to ¾" at the base before it flared out. "I'll take it" I said and handed it back to the sales clerk. I also grabbed some lube and paid. After I paid, I turned to the clerk and asked if Gretchen could try it out right now. The store was empty and the clerk got visibly excited at the thought of seeing me insert the plug into this gorgeous girl. She showed us to a back room just off from the front desk.

"Lift your dress and bend over baby" I told Gretchen whose face had turned that deep shade of crimson again. I lubed up the plug and slowly inserted it into her ass. The whole time the clerk was watching me do so, always moving so she had the best vantage point. The plug went in with a pop and it was over. Gretchen stood up let her dress fall and we were off. I thanked the sales clerk again who asked us to come back soon, but I don't think it was to purchase toys. Just as we were walking out two middle-aged women entered the store and smiled at us saying hello. The drive home was very interesting. Every time I hit a small bump Gretchen would gasp for breath, but this time it was not from a full bladder, it was due to the plug in her ass sending shivers up her spine.

Once home I practically ripped her dress off her and got her on all fours. I reached down to find her more wet than I've ever felt her. I guided my cock to her and placed the head at her dripping cunt. "Are you mine?" I ask in a stern voice.

"Y-yes...s..sir" she can barely get out as she is panting in anticipation. I ram the whole length of my cock into her in one thrust. Gretchen orgasms on the spot as I start to piston in and out of her with increasing force. Soon I am slamming in and out of her cunt hard enough that my balls are slapping her clit and my pelvic bone is hitting the plug in her ass. I don't think that her scream has stopped from the time I entered her. She is orgasming so hard that I can feel it soaking my balls and dripping off. Soon I am ready to cum as I feel my entire lower body tighten. I can tell this is going to be a strong one. Soon I feel my balls tighten as the first shot of semen is shooting through me. It feels like it is coming from my toes at it erupts into Gretchen's sloppy cunt. Shot after shot fill her womb. It just keeps going and the sound in the room has gone from a slapping to a frothy slurping as my cum overflows out of her used cunt. Soon I can feel the last few shots filling her to capacity and is going wild as yet another orgasm rips through her body. I'm not sure how many times she came, and I'm sure she has no idea. When they are this good, you loose count. We collapse into a heap on the floor. Breathing hard and sweating puddles.

Once we catch our breath I have her get a warm towel from the bathroom to clean me up. I almost get hard again as I see her crawl away, cum dripping down her thighs, cunt gaping open, and a plug in her ass. I yell that she can take the plug out if she wants and a "thank you sir" is all I hear from the bathroom as the water starts to run. Gretchen returns with the rag and very gently cleans me up.

"Clean yourself up and meet me in the bed" I tell her.

"Yes sir" she says crawling away. I can see her ass now wide open from the plug that had been there since the sex shop. Gretchen joins me in bed and we cuddle up together and fall asleep for a good nap.

I awaken to Gretchen licking my balls, and pretend to be asleep to enjoy the experience. After a while I tell her to suck my cock to completion, sit up, let it run down her chin onto her tits, smear it around her tits with her hands, and then let it dry there. Gretchen quickly gets to sucking me off like before, very fast strokes, and taking almost half of the length in her mouth. This time I have already cum twice and am lasting much longer. Soon she is running out of energy and I am not enjoying it as much.

"Lay down on your back, I am going to fuck your mouth. I want you to play with my nipples as I do so. I am going to cum in your mouth, but again you don't have to swallow" I say while moving her into position.

She barely has the time to get out the "yes sir" before my cock is jammed into her mouth. I fuck her mouth with a frenzy and can see her cheeks blowing out with each thrust inward.

"Look me in the eye while I fuck your face" I say to her. She locks her big beautiful brown eyes on mine and I continue to fuck her face like it was the last time I would ever get to do so. My orgasm comes over me quick and I am soon filling her mouth with my semen. I can see her trying not to swallow any and I pull out for the last few shots. I aim at her face and she quickly closes her eyes. The last few shots land on her forehead and nose coating her face nicely. I climb off and she sits up letting the cum dribble out of her mouth very seductively. It dribbles down onto her breasts and she smears it in just as asked. There she is, sitting there covered in cum, looking more beautiful than ever.

"I want you to make me dinner and not clean yourself up" I say looking at her.

"Yes sir" she says as she scampers off to the kitchen. We have a great dinner and I can't get over that she ate all of it covered in my cum. I guess she will never get to know what my punishments were, but I'm sure she had fun and we'll do this again. One of these times she'll slip up and I'll have to punish her. For now, all I know is that she is going to sleep very well tonight. 



Slave for a Day



It had come up before a couple of times before. My husband of many years was offering to serve as my "Boy Toy" for a day. I had always laughed and joked but this time was different, I was considering it. My sex slave for a day, how exotic. 

"How would this work?" I asked. I don't think he ever expected me to pursue it. 

"Well, I'm not sure, but would you like to try something like that?" he responded. 

"Details, I need details!" I countered, to which he responded, "I'll get back to you."

He was quiet until later that evening and then indicated that he wanted to talk. 

"I guess what I was thinking by a sex slave is that you could place me in bondage and I would be yours to command," he started. 

"What kind of bondage?" I wasn't about to make this easy for him. 

"Ahem- well, we have the leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Those would be pretty secure." The items that he was referring to were a set of restraints that he crafted some time ago. They were beautiful black leather fleece lined cuffs with a short chain between both the wrist and ankle cuffs. The cuffs themselves were about 2 inches wide, with a smaller strap wrapped around them and fastened with a roller buckle. A luggage-lock could be used on the buckle. They indeed would be QUITE secure. 

"And you would be mine to command?" I probed. 

"Yes," he sighed and hung his head. 

"You would have to be naked," I announced, which caused him to look up abruptly. "Oh, maybe I could give you a pair of panties to wear," I offered with a broad smile. "Just checking, I could use you for sex, or for work, or just ignore you all together, is that right?" 

"Yes, I would be yours to command." 

It was time to test his resolve. "After your shower in the morning, put on the cuffs, lock them and bring me the key" The startled look on his face was precious. 

"Tomorrow?" he inquired. 

"You didn't have anything else planned, did you?" I smirked. 

"No," he announced, "Nothing much planned." 

"Good, because you are going to help me with some chores around the house." I walked to my dresser and searched around for a bit. "There they are," I said, pulling out a pair of black satin panties with side ties, "These will work great." I threw the slinky garment to him and marveled at his stunned expression. 

There was somewhat of an uncomfortable silence over breakfast the next morning. After the meal, I stared at him and asked "Isn't it about time you were taking your shower?" 

"I guess you're right," he replied and headed upstairs.

I adjourned to my office and after what seemed like a marathon shower he arrived in my office. He was wearing only the panties that I gave him, along with the wrist and ankle cuffs. The short chain between his ankles gave him a mincing stride as he moved toward me. He held out a necklace with a couple of keys which I took and placed around my neck. "Let me see the locks," I demanded. 

"OK," he said, moving his bound hands forward for me to inspect. 

"Lets try 'Yes, Mistress' the next time". 

"OK, I mean, Yes Mistress," he croaked. I checked the locks and found them secure, as I knew they would be. There was about 10 inches of chain between the wrist cuffs, which were attached to the cuffs with Dee rings. I noticed a snap type fastener on one of the Dee rings. "What's that for," I asked pointing at the snap. 

"In the event that you desire to additionally restrict your slave's movements, Mistress," he answered. 

"Please explain?" 

"You can use the snap fastener to lock the cuffs together tightly rather than having the length of the chain between them," He continued. 

"Very good, I might find it necessary to use that feature," I said menacingly.

I had been considering a series of petulant rules that I could spring on him to increase my control and it was time. "I have a few rules for my slave. You have already begun to refer to me as Mistress, and I will call you anything that I like." I pointed at the bulge in his panties " You are not allowed to touch yourself, do you understand?" 

"Yes, Mistress, no touching myself, I understand," he echoed. 

"Furthermore, you are not allowed to touch ME unless I give you my permission. You are not to pester me with a bunch of questions, speak only when spoken to, and obey every request without question, do you understand?" 

"Yes, Mistress," came his reply. 

I was really beginning to enjoy this. "Please kneel," I said indicating a spot on the floor not far to the side of my office chair. He obediently knelt at the spot and remained quiet as I went back to working on my computer. 

I had been working on an e-mail but I was having a hard time concentrating. I started to get a warm sensation in center thinking about my prisoner sitting quietly on the floor a few feet away. I glanced over and saw him staring at me with a star-struck expression. As soon as I looked, his eyes glanced down at the floor. I couldn't mistake the lump that had grown in his panties. 

"Where is the collar and lead?" I asked, breaking the silence. 

"Ah, I don't know." 

"What," I said in a stern voice. 

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I'm not sure where it is," he corrected himself. "It might be in the toy-box," he offered. He was referring to a chest that we keep in the closet that holds our fetish equipment. "I will go look for it," he said, beginning to stand.  

"You will sit where you were told to sit. I'll go look for it as well as a couple of other things," I announced. As he was settling back down I directed him to move closer to one of the tables. "Hands up by the table leg," I ordered and he immediately complied. I took the chain between the cuffs and ran it around the table leg, then fastened the whole works together with the snap between the Dee-rings. With him solidly attached to the table leg, I left the room.

I lifted the cover of our toy-box to do a quick inventory. I found the collar and lead and also a small cat-o-ninetails which I pulled out also. We had a nice selection of other items as well. Two sizes of butt-plugs as well as a plug harness, a blindfold, some scarves, and some other items. I searched around for another item that I knew I would find here, a dildo harness and short dildo. "Good, that might come in handy later," I said to myself.  As I stepped back into the room my slave looked relieved to see me until he saw the cat. I put the flogger on the desk beside my computer and mumbled something about what could happen to a slave that didn't respect their Mistresses. 

"Mistress, may I speak?" he said, meekly. 

"Yes, do you have a question?" I probed. 

"A request, Mistress," came his reply. 

"Go ahead, I will consider it." 

"I would like to be allowed to go to the bathroom," he announced in a low voice. 

"A few too many cups of coffee this morning, I see," I announced. 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"OK, you relax there for a few minutes and I will take you to the bathroom." I offered, sitting back down to my computer. 

"Thank you, Mistress," he said with a level of gratitude in his voice.

I didn't know how critical the bathroom need was, but I decided to have him wait for a bit. Besides, I needed to work out what kind of bathroom protocol we were going to use. After about 10 minutes I arose and walked to him. I snapped the collar around his neck and attached the lead which I allowed to trail down his back. I unfastened him from the table, but not from the cuffs. 

"Can you get your hands behind you?" I queried. 

"Ah- I think so..." he stammered as my hand went for the cat. "....MISTRESS," he shouted, just before the cat landed on his thigh. "I'm sorry Mistress," he whimpered. 

"Put your hands behind your back," I said sternly. "Yes, Mistress," he replied instantly as he worked the chain between the cuffs over his feet and behind his legs. As he stood, he eased the chain over his rear ending up with his hands bound behind his back. I fastened the cuffs closely using the snap, grabbed the end of the lead and tugged him toward the bathroom, the cat still in my hand.

In the bathroom, I tied the one end of the lead to the tissue holder next to the stool, then I lowered his satiny panties. 

"Sit," I instructed. 

"Yes, Mistress," came the immediate reply. I think we might be getting the hang of the 'Mistress' thing finally. 

"Your Mistress doesn't like to have to punish her lovely slave, please be good," I stated gently. I kissed his forehead and told him I would be back in a minute. 

"I'll be good for my beautiful Mistress," he stated proudly. 

While he was relieving himself, I arranged some clothes for my shower. After getting some things ready, I quietly entered the bathroom where I had left my slave in training. As promised, he was being good and simply waiting for his Mistress to return. 

"OK, go ahead and flush," I requested and he worked his hands around behind him to activate the flush lever. I ran some warm water in the sink and set out the baby oil. "Time to get you washed up." I announced as I worked the soap into a lather in the washcloth. I untied the lead and guided him up from the stool. "Stand up," I said and he responded immediately. I lead him to the sink and tied the lead to the towel bar. He was soft until I applied the warm washcloth which caused him to go instantly erect. I spent a LONG time washing the area, allowing his head to swoon with the sensation. I toweled him off, then reached for the bottle of baby oil. "We wouldn't want you to get chapped, would we?" I teased while dispensing the clear liquid into my hands. I luxuriated the oil onto his middle being careful not to get him too excited. A couple of trips around the soft package, then several long, slow strokes along his hardness, some quick strokes, and a return to the slow. At an irregular interval there was a period of no contact while I applied a little more liquid to my hands and the process started yet again. When I thought he was going to pass out, I gave him a long breather, toweled off the excess oil and pulled up his panties. "There, that should keep you from getting a rash," I purred. 

There was a long sigh, and he croaked "Thank you, Mistress."

With his hands still secured behind him, I untied the lead and guided him to the hallway outside the bathroom. "Sit there," I said, instructing him to sit on the floor beside a railing for the stairwell. After making sure there was no way he could tumble down the stairs, I secured the end of the lead to the banister and informed him I was going to be taking a shower. I closed the door tightly and started the shower. I removed my clothes while the steamy water filled the room with a mist that soon covered the large mirror. I knew from where he was sitting he would be able to see me in the shower in the mirror, so I wanted to fog it up before leaving the door open. The fogged mirror would keep him from being able to see me clearly. After undressing, I wrapped myself in a towel and opened the door a bit to check on him. "If you get a cramp or anything, you may yell to me, slave" 

"Thank you, Mistress, I'll be OK" I left the door slightly ajar so that I could hear him, but not enough that he could see me undressed. With the mirror fogged over, he could only see my shape as I took a long and unhurried shower.

I hummed lightly and lathered myself with scented soap. I exited the shower and began to towel myself off. I could sense his movement in the hallway as he attempted to adjust his position to see me clearly, but without success. I used the hair-drier to clear a small area of the mirror so that I could dry my hair, but any attempt for him to see my naked shape was thwarted. I wrapped myself in a long robe, opened the door and clicked on the exhaust fan to clear the mist from the room before heading to my bedroom. I walked close to him to allow him to savor my fresh-scrubbed fragrance. In my bedroom, I left the door slightly ajar once again, allowing him only a glimpse of me while I dressed.

Earlier I had spent a long time going through my lingerie drawer looking for something slinky to wear. I selected a pink lace bra, some wicked matching panties and a pair of beige thigh-hi stockings. To give a little more interest I added several bracelets and an ankle bracelet. I already had the necklace with two very important keys so I was pretty much set. I wanted to show him how I looked so I went to the door and opened it fully. When I had his FULL attention, I pretended that I forgot something. I stepped back into my bedroom and slipped the robe back on, covering all of the finery. I walked back out in the hall and knelt down in front oh him. 

"Are you still OK?" I inquired as I let the robe fall open allowing my legs to come into view. 

"Uh-huh... Yes Mistress," was his answer and he scanned me with his eyes. I leaned over and gave him a firm kiss, told him that he had been a very good slave and that I was very proud of him. 

"Thank you, Mistress," he said as I rose and went back into the bathroom.

I brushed my hair in long strokes then sat down to put on my makeup. I crossed my legs, causing my nylons to make a swishing sound, then adjusted my robe to cover me but not too completely. His eyes were riveted on me as I applied my foundation and eye color. Lastly, used a lip pencil over which I applied a ruby red lipstick, followed by a gloss. I looked in the mirror and admired my handwork. I could tell from his bulge that he was enjoying the show. 

I put the lipstick and gloss in the pocket of the robe and walked toward my admiring slave. "I need to finish an e-mail so you come with me," I announced, loosening the lead from the banister. It took a little while for him to rise as his legs were stiff from sitting. His hands were still fastened behind him so I did not hurry him. I helped him from the floor, then using the lead guided him to the office, finally pointing to a spot on the floor for him to sit.

I struggled with the e-mail for about another 5 minutes while my mind raced with excitement. Where my mind was racing, my body soon followed and I was getting quite hot. 

"Your duties include sex slave, don't they?" I asked out of nowhere. 

"Yes, Mistress," came the immediate reply. 

"I'm getting a little tense, please come here," I commanded. 

"Gladly, Mistress." 

I spun my chair around and faced him, indicating that he should kneel at my feet. "Please serve your Mistress," I ordered as I opened my robe and my legs to him. 

He busied himself on my panty-covered sex, causing my desire to grow ever more intense. He quietly laved me with long strokes of his tongue causing my need to build. I reached down and moved the crouch of my panties to the one side so that he could reach my aching sex. His efforts paid off immediately as he allowed me a shattering climax, and then another, and... I pushed myself back from him, panting and telling him "You are a very accomplished sex slave, aren't you?" 

"I try very hard, Mistress." I indicated for him to return to his chair, which he did, still licking my stickiness from his lips. There was still a great deal of stickiness between my legs, but at least I could finally concentrate on my e-mail.

After a few more minutes of working on the computer, I turned to him and asked "Are you getting hungry?" 

"Yes, Mistress," came his reply. 

"Good, let's go downstairs and have lunch," I offered, guiding him with the lead. When we reached the kitchen, I had him kneel on a pillow and attached the end of the lead to a table leg beside my chair. I made a couple of sandwiches and cut up some fruit, and poured a couple of glasses of water. I added a drinking straw to his glass. I laid our lunches on the table, gave him a bit of a leg and lingerie show when I sat down, then covered myself with the robe again. I felt him snuggle up next to me and lay his head on my lap while I idly stroked his thigh with my stockinged foot. His tool prominently tented up his soft panties. After I finished my sandwich, I cut up his sandwich and offered him several bites. After each bite, he offered a thank you to his Mistress. I then started sharing the fruit with him, which he ate with enthusiasm. He drank deeply of the water, causing me to smile as I realized that would necessitate another trip to the bathroom and another opportunity to soothe diaper rash. 

"You have been a very good slave. Can I trust you with some some chores?" 

"Yes, Mistress, I will gladly help you," he offered without hesitation. 

"OK, stand and turn around so I can loosen your cuffs." I loosened the lead from the table leg, he rose and I removed the snap that held his wrists together. "You can bring your hands in front of you now," I said and he worked the chain around to the front. "There are these dishes, plus take the dirty ones out of the dishwasher." He gave a quizzical look. "Slaves do not need labor saving devices like dishwashers, those are reserved for the Mistress." 

"Oh.... ummmm, Yes Mistress," he stammered. He collected the dirty dishes from the table, and removed the ones in the dishwasher, placing them all in the sink. He added soap and warm water and began to wash and rinse them. I smiled to myself as the chains between his wrists and ankles limited his movements, but he persevered. As I continued to read a magazine at the kitchen table, idly fumbling with the keys that hung around my neck, he finished washing, drying, and putting away all of the dishes and silverware. He returned to my side and I looked up, smiling. 

"All done?" I questioned. He must have thought it was a trick question because he looked around very carefully and answered, 

"I think so, Mistress." 

"Good, now you can start on some laundry."

He did several loads of laundry for me. I played another trick on him with the dryer as I told him that timers were for the convenience of the Mistress and slaves were not allowed to use them. I made him keep checking the clothes for the proper dryness rather than relying on the automatic cycle. He took it in stride and thanked his Mistress for reminding him. Chores continued for my new slave, consisting of first of vacuuming and then mopping the kitchen floor. During the mopping, he was struggling with his restraints and proceeded to slop a good bit of water on to the floor. As he cleaned up the mess, I approached him. 

"It looks like the mistress may need to assist her slave with placing the water bucket," I said sharply.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," was the response.

"I will help," I said flatly, refilling the mop bucket then carrying it to the far side of the room. "There you go, slave. Please leave the bucket here and try to not cause any more spills."

"Thank you, Mistress," he responded as he sized up the situation. My placement of the bucket would require that he cross the entire room, his leg restraints slowing his progress, each time he needed to rinse the mop.

"Be sure to rinse the mop often, slave. I'll be checking your work carefully when you finish."

"Yes, Mistress," he said, as he started to make the first of a number of slow trips across the length of the room. 

I usually take a short nap in the afternoon so after chores I had my slave accompany me back upstairs. "Grab the exercise mat on the way through the den," I announced. Upstairs I secured his hands to a table-leg and then disappeared into the bathroom. I removed my nylons and panties, used the facility and then freshened up a bit. I left my undergarments in a heap by the sink. Afterward I went to find out if he needed to use the restroom yet. 

His eyes brightened and said "Yes, Mistress." 

I secured his hands behind him once more and led him to the stool and had him sit down. "I'll be right back," I said as I left the room to offer him some privacy.

I went into my bedroom and spread the exercise mat at the foot of the bed. I laid a light blanket and a couple of scarves beside it before returning to the bathroom. I had his immediate attention when I started to run the water. I repeated the anti-chafing routine, but since he was getting very excited I had to be very cautious to avoid an accident. I led him breathless from the bathroom and into the bedroom, indicating for him to sit on the mat. 




Slave for a Day



I left a card on your pillow one morning before leaving for work. There was no special occasion or anything like that, just a card to tell you how much I love you. The card said simply: You are my life, I love you very much, do with this gift as you like. The gift? Inside the card was another smaller card that said, "I will be your slave for one day. Whatever you want, whatever your heart desires, I will fulfill it for you. Love, Your Husband, David."

I left for work that morning with a smile on my face, I knew you would get a kick out of your present and would put it to good use. The next day was our day off together, another reason why I left you the card today. It gave you all day long to plan for it, to decide exactly how your special day would unfold. I looked forward to coming home that night and being handed one of your tidy little lists of exactly how you wanted the next day to start, as I would be up before you. You told me that I was to follow that list to the letter until you gave me further instructions, and that I would be punished in some form if I did not. I asked what that punishment might be, but all you would say was that I would find out if I failed in anyway. 

That night before turning in for the evening I set your neatly written list on the bedside table, I hadn't even looked at it yet, figuring I would find out in the morning how you wanted to start your day (big mistake). 

I should have read that note.... the next morning I woke up at 7 am as usual rolled out of bed took a few minutes to wake my ass up a bit, then I grabbed your note and stuck it my pocket. I came out to the kitchen and got my first cup of coffee for the day rolled a couple of cigarettes and headed outside. I sat down and really enjoyed that first smoke, I was looking forward to the day to come, I knew I would be busy but was still anticipating a good day. Aw, first cigarette out of the way, I light a second one and pull the note from you out of my pocket. Opening it up, I read the first two lines and groan... 'To my loving husband, I want to be woken up with breakfast in bed at 7 o'clock, don't be late'. 

"Shit," I shot out of the chair and made my way to the kitchen where I fried up some eggs, hard like you like them, some waffles, some sausage and off to the room at 7:35. I quietly entered and put the plate on the bedside stand kissed you softly and told you to wake up, your breakfast was ready. The first thing you did was look at the clock. I groaned again, I was kind of hoping you wouldn't notice. "You're late, baby." You said it so sweetly that I knew I was screwed.

"Normally you like to sleep in, hon." I tried, but even I knew I was just making excuses, I should have read your note last night and I wouldn't be in this mess. You took your plate of food and began to eat. "Mmmm, very good, but you're forgetting something aren't you?" I looked around, trying to figure out what it could be. "You didn't read the rest of the note did you?" I looked away sheepishly and pulled the note back out of my pocket. It read, 'give me a calf and foot massage while I eat my breakfast in bed'.  "Oops, sorry honey."

"You know, you don't make for a very good slave. That's two mistakes you've made already. You'll have to be punished, I hope you know that, and for the rest of the day, I want you to call me Mistress. 

I finished off my cup of coffee really quick and got started on rubbing your calves and feet. "Sorry Mistress, I'll try and do better."

You moaned from the massage, "Good food and taking care of me, you might be able to get back into my good graces. Just keep it up, and after breakfast, I want you to run a bath for the two of us. Have our towels ready grab some of my scented body lotion, and grab the anal beads and some lube."

"Which pair, yours or mine?" I asked. "Both," was the answer I got. That perked me right up; I got all kinds of excited. I went about doing as I was told, gathering our things and heading for the bathroom to get things ready for you. A few minutes later you came into the bathroom, tested the bath water gave me a nod of approval, and then told me to strip. I did, quickly; my cock was already hard as a rock the anticipation was overwhelming. I loved using the anal beads on you, you seemed to enjoy it yourself and any time I got a chance to put something in your ass was a definite turn-on for me. But that was not apparently what you had in mind, which I was soon to find out.

"You know honey, I was thinking what would be a good punishment for disobeying me twice this morning would be and I think I've come up with something that would be satisfying to me."

I gulped, so you were going to punish me. "And what would that be?" I asked. 

Lightening quick you were in front of me, your hand grasping and squeezing my scrotum hard, it was like a vice and it hurt... a lot. In a reprimanding voice, you said, "First, I did not give you permission to question me, and second, I told you earlier that you were to address me as Mistress for the rest of the day. Do you understand me?" When I didn't immediately answer you put even more pressure on my balls, enough that it almost put me on the ground. "Yes... yes Mistress, I understand." How I managed to get out those five words, I'm not sure, but I did and that satisfied you greatly. And just like that - like a light had been switched - you were back to your sweet demeanor. "Like I was saying, I've thought about what your punishment should be and first I think you need a good spanking." From behind your back you produced a short leather whip. Where the hell did you get a whip? I almost asked, but held my tongue. You must have seen the confusion on my face and decided to enlighten me. "When you gave me that card yesterday saying that you would be my slave for the day, I went shopping. I wanted to be prepared."

That put me a little on edge, what exactly was I in for today? I knew that you were a sweetheart at least to me... most of the time. But... you also had sadistic side as well. Your 'random acts of violence' as you like to call them. So yeah, I was a little uneasy, a little apprehensive about the day's events. But it was your day, and I was your slave, and I did know that you wouldn't hurt me... too bad at least.

"Turn around my love and grab the sink."

I gave you one last pleading look, it wasn't a look of please don't do this or even a look asking for you to be gentle. Either way I knew it was coming and I knew that you would do it, you wouldn't back down once you had made your mind up. No it was more of a look asking that I be able to at least sit down after my spanking and not have to spend the next week standing or sleeping on my side because the pain was too bad. I turned around, bent over and grabbed the counter; my penis had now gone completely soft. Hmm, imagine that, apparently he was a little apprehensive about this whole situation as well.

I felt the soft supple leather slide gently across my ass back and forth, back and forth. It lulled me into a false sense of confidence. Smack! The whip came down hard on my left cheek; I cried out in surprise... well there went the confidence. Smack... smack! Again and again the whip made contact and with each one I winced, after the first three or four smacks though, there was a strange kind of sexual excitement that came along with the stinging pain. Who would have thought I had a slight S & M side? My cock seemed to be enjoying my torment at least, as he was coming back to life, stiffening right up, proud as you please. It hurt alright, but... also felt good at the same time.

I'm not sure how many times you whipped my ass that morning, but I do know that I was never going to forget it. I thought that my punishment was over and was about to stand back up when I felt your hand between my shoulder blades pushing me back into position. "I never told you, you could move, do I need to whip your ass some more?"

I had to think about that for a few seconds the recently awakened masochistic side of my being was saying 'sure, let's go for a few more rounds'. My ass, on the other hand was screaming NO... I can't take anymore right now!

"No Mistress," I finally answered. Good my buttocks could get a much needed break, or so I thought. "Now for the second part of your punishment."

"Second part!" I screeched.

"You did mess up twice this morning already sweetheart; I said that you would have to be punished for those mistakes. Hand me the lube, baby."

I wasn't quite sure what was coming next but I did as I was told and handed you the lube. I felt your finger greased up rubbing at the entrance to my asshole. Now don't get me wrong, I very much enjoy it when you use your finger or the anal beads in my ass, but right now after the spanking I had just received, my ass didn't even want that. But I kept quiet, didn't say a word even when you jammed your middle finger all the way in. Thank god you had lube, because you rammed it in there fast and hard. After a couple seconds of greasing me up, you removed your finger and started inserting the small plastic beads one by one until all five were lodged inside. It wasn't too bad, my ass did hurt though; my dick still seemed to like it, as he was still standing at full attention. Then the second set of beads - your set - began fingering their way into my puckered anus. I felt very full, I can tell you. I had never had that much in my ass before; my backside seemed to sting from the inside out.

There my love, this is your second punishment for the day. You will keep those in until I say you can take them out, or until I take them out, whatever the case may be. Now get in the bath, honey."

I got in - the water was no longer hot but comfortably warm - and sat down gently favoring by sore backside. You got in and sat before me and ordered me to wash you, which I did slowly giving you a relaxing back, shoulder and neck massage in the process. I washed your beautiful body from head to toe being careful not to make it sexual in anyway and just make it a relaxing bath. I knew that I could have made it sexual, I could have turned the tables and put myself back in control at any time that I wanted. But that would not have been fare to you, this was your day and you needed it, we both needed it. So for today anyway, I was your slave and you were my Mistress and I would go along with whatever you had in mind, and nothing else. We talked about the day ahead, actually you gave me instructions and I listened. After our bath we were going out, you wanted to go to the park and just spend the day together doing whatever you wanted to do. 

We got dressed and left the house for the day making our way to one of the parks on the outskirts of town. It was a park that wasn't used very often at least during the middle of the week and had lots of trees, making for some nice, fairly secluded areas. We walked around the park just enjoying the scenery and each other's company. You found a clump of trees with a narrow barely used footpath leading through and directed me to follow, the footpath opened into a private area about twenty foot in diameter with trees all around us. You couldn't see the rest of the park from in there; neither could any prying eyes see into our little alcove. I sat down in the grass and you lay down next to me with your head in my lap. We talked about everything, our hopes and dreams for the future our likes and dislikes. We talked about the past and how our relationship was so much better than any of our previous ones and that we never wanted it to end.

About 12 o'clock, when you realized what time it was, you said, "Alright love, I'm hungry take me out to lunch."

"Where would you like to go, honey?"

"I think I'm in the mood for Italian." You said, then your voice hardened, "But don't think for one second that I missed that."

I was confused, "Missed what, baby?"

"And now a second time. What did I tell you to call me today?"

Oh, shit. Again I had been lulled into a false sense of confidence. We had been having such a pleasant time that I had forgotten that no matter how you sliced it; I was still your slave for the day. There would be no back pedaling either, I had fucked up, and you had caught it. All I could say was, "I'm sorry, Mistress. I won't let it happen again, Mistress."

"That may be, love, but you still need to be punished. I guess I can wait on lunch for a while. I want you to drop your pants and lay back down." I did as you said, glad that we had our own semi-private little haven here. The earth felt warm against my bare skin and the breeze played gently across my exposed genitals. The sensation was erotic, mixed with a little bit of apprehension about what was to come.

"Now you may not see this as a punishment right away baby, but you'll soon understand." You got down on your knees beside me and took my dick in your hand gently rubbing back and forth. With treatment like this, it did not take long for me grow to full hardness. I moaned and stretch into your hand. You were right, I didn't see this as punishment at all only as a much needed release of my pent up seed. Then you hit me with it. "Do not! I repeat do not come, you are not allowed to come until I give you permission. When you are close to coming, you will let me know. You don't even want to know what the punishment will be if you fail me on this.

And you were right; I didn't really want to know. So I simply said, "Yes, Mistress," and let you do whatever it was you were going to do. I guess I really didn't think that you would bring me to the brink and deny me my release anyway, that you were just saying that to let me stew for a while. It felt damn well feeling your hand stroking my hardened cock up and down it that perfect rhythm. I laid back and closed my eyes just enjoying the sensational hand job that you were giving me. It must have been a few minutes when I felt something wet, warm and soft playing across my scrotum. I opened my eyes to see your head down between my legs and your tongue tracing soft gentle circles around my balls. I let out a groan of pleasure as one of my testicles' disappeared between your lips and you sucked it into the warm heat of your mouth. God, that felt amazing and I could feel my own juices starting to boil wanting to spill out onto your grasping hand coating your fingers in white sticky come. When I was sure I could not take another stroke or lick, in fact I was pretty sure I was going to fail you and not be able to stop my seed from pouring out. I panicked and gasped, "Now... I'm going to come now!"

I didn't think I'd be able to hold back, I could feel the come rising up my shaft ready to spurt when I felt your hand squeeze me like a vice. You used your pointer finger and your thumb just below the head of my cock and pressed your thumb in hard, cutting off the flow of seamen. You held my dick like that for a couple of minutes until the need to come finally dissipated. I relaxed my head back to the hard ground. I was sweating, my need to orgasm was great but my need to please you was even greater. But God, I wanted to come, now I understood what you meant by this being a punishment, or at least I thought I had understood. I was wrong - so wrong - your hand started moving again and so did your tongue this time on the tip of throbbing cock circling the head, never taking it into your mouth but the feeling was just as electric. Then you licked my shaft like a lollipop, up and down until your mouth once again found my aching ball sac.

Now this was torture, because at the back of my mind, I knew that you would repeat the process and once again deny me my orgasm. And you did, for the next forty-five minutes you brought me to the brink many times over only to cut off the flow at the last second. My cock was on fire, my balls were full and aching and I did not know how much more I could physically take. Finally, after using your thumb and finger trick one last time, you smiled sweetly at me and cheerfully said, "That should do for now, let's go eat. I'm hungry"

I groaned, God you were going to leave me in this suspended state of arousal, and I couldn't do anything about it. I stood and carefully pulled my pants up and over my engorged penis, my member was so sensitized that the touch of the fabric almost made me shoot my load on the spot. How I got the pants buttoned and zipped and managed to walk the distance back to the car without coming is beyond me, but eventually the sensation began to fade and all I was left with was a serious case of blue balls.

We sat at the restaurant and I made sure to address you as Mistress the entire time, even in front of our waitress, who gave us several odd glances. You chuckled and decided to enlighten her, saying, "He's my slave for the day and has to do whatever I tell him to do or he'll be punished for disobeying me." You said it loud enough that a few of the customers sitting nearby looked at us oddly. The waitress seemed to get a kick out of the whole situation. She stared at me while addressing you, "Sounds like fun. Have you had to punish him at all?" she asked. 

I don't embarrass easily, but I know I must have turned several shades of red while she stood there staring at me. I was remembering the park and how many times you brought me to the boiling point and then backed me off. Not to mention the 'punishment' lodged deep in my rectum from this morning that had now been there for several hours. The feeling those beads were giving me after this long was both intense pleasure and discomfort, but I wasn't about to complain. 

I became even more embarrassed when you told the waitress, "Oh yes, I've had to reprimand him a few times." Then you motioned her closer and whispered in her ear for a couple of minutes. I knew you were telling her the whole sordid details and the red on my face blossomed even more as the waitresses eyes widened and her smile grew into a full blown grin. "You go girl," she said as she finally straightened back up. Then she said, "You know, you're pretty damn lucky to have a guy who would do that for you. My husband would never even consider doing anything like that for me." With that she took off to get our order.

"So what's next after lunch, Mistress?" I asked.

You thought about it for a minute then said, "I'd like to go see a movie. But right now, I need to use the ladies room. I'll be right back, you be good now, ya hear." You grabbed your bag and off you went.

After lunch was finished we were back in the car headed for the movie theater. "That made me extremely horny, you know that?" 

"Know what, Mistress?" I asked

"The restaurant, telling the waitress about what I had done to you this morning and again in the park. It made my pussy all wet and sticky, sharing those intimate details with a complete stranger. It seriously turned me on." You were breathing heavier as you told me this, and I could tell that it had turned you on a great deal.

"We could always skip the movie and head back to the house; I could relieve that ache for you, Mistress." I offered.

"No love, were going the movies. We'll take care of each other later tonight, as long as you're good that is. We'll see, I know I'll be taken care of tonight at least, we'll just have to wait and see if you will be as well." You winked at me as though sharing a private little joke. The problem with that was that I knew you were serious. If I fucked up too badly, I'd be going to bed tonight with blue balls, in fact there would probably be a repeat of the park before going to bed and I'd be even worse off than I am now. I had to be good; I had to follow your rules, because I wasn't sure if I would be able to take not getting some sort of relief after the end of this day. 

We entered the movie theater and found seats in the back row away from the other patrons. There were only four other people in the theater, both couples, but then Showtime wasn't for another twenty minutes, so it was still early. Three more people showed up, two of them obviously together, they made their way to seats near the middle of the theater. The third one struck me as odd, she was there alone and this wasn't the type of movie most people would go see alone. It was your choice - I was your slave after all - of what movie to see, and of course it was a definite chick flick. The single woman, probably in her mid-twenties found a seat one isle in front of ours and three seats to the left of me. Only nine people in total, not a big crowd. The lights dimmed and the projector began running. About ten minutes into the previews. You leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I want you to take your pants off." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I mean, it was dark in there but we had someone sitting close by, very close by. I must have hesitated a second too long for your liking because harshly you said, "Now!" I know others must have heard your sharp reprimand but the woman in front of us was the only one to glance back.




Slave for a Day



I lowered my head and quietly said, "Yes Mistress, do you want them all the way off Mistress?"

"Yes, I want them all the way off."

I tried to be sly about it, I slipped my shoes off and scooted them over a bit, then I undid the button on my fly and was about to lower the zipper when you said, "No, stand up and take them off." Again you weren't exactly quiet, but this time no one seemed to notice. I looked around, no one seemed to be paying any attention to what was going on in the back row so I stood up and lowered the zipper on my jeans, I must have made some sort of noise or maybe it was just my kind of dumb luck, but the woman sitting in front of us turned at that moment, I looked at you and all you did was give me a look that told me I'd better go through with it. That was the second time that day that I turned bright red and I swear I must have turned red enough to be seen even in the low light of the theater.

The woman seated in front of us seemed to have completely lost interest in what was playing on the screen and was now paying attention to what was unfolding behind her. I swallowed my embarrassment and a little of my pride and slid the zipper the rest of the way down. Both you and the mystery woman watched the progress of my jeans as they made their way to the floor. Naked from the waist down, I sat back down and pretended that nothing was out of the ordinary looking at the screen as the movie began to play.

For the second time that day in a public place your hand went to my cock and began slowly stroking it. I groaned aloud and began pushing into your hand as I began to stiffen from the sudden attention, but you wouldn't have that and told me to stop moving. "And remember," You said, "you are not allowed to come until I say you can." you said this loud enough for the woman to hear, which I guess was your intention. I realized that the game you were playing now was not for my benefit, but for yours and hers. The mystery woman was obviously enjoying the show, and you were playing to that, but it was more as well, you were finding a great deal of pleasure in showing off your power to control me and the situation in front of this stranger. It empowered you and thrilled you more than you would have ever thought possible.

So your hand continued to stroke me and my cock continued to grow in your grasp. I realized that it was going to be a very long movie, because there was no way you were going to let me come, there were some intimacies that you were just not willing to share. But you would tease me; you would take me to the edge just to prove that you could. That was fine with me, yes my balls ached, yes my ass was starting to become more uncomfortable than I would like, but this was your day and I was your man and if you had wanted to prove that in the middle of the street during rush hour on a Friday evening, I would have let you. So yes, I would bear the torment and I would do as you commanded... as far as I was concerned it was a small price to pay and I knew that the rewards later on would be well worth it. So I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as my breathing deepened and you brought me closer to the brink as I knew you would for the remainder of the movie.

My moaning became louder even as I was trying to stifle it. I knew that you could hear it; I knew that our mystery woman could hear it, that didn't mean I wanted to alert the rest of the theater goers. I gasped and warned you that I was close; you once again performed your thumb and finger trick holding me tight for a few minutes and stopping the oncoming flow of sperm that so desperately wanted to escape. 

I heard the woman in front of us gasp possibly from witnessing the control you had over me or maybe it was in sympathy for my plight. I don't know and to tell you the truth, I really didn't care. I was too focused on what you were doing, on how good it felt with your hand sliding up and down my shaft and occasionally fondling my balls, but most of all, I was focused on not coming. You had that pretty well under control with your magic fingers but it was all on me to make sure I told you in time for you to apply those magic fingers. So I sat there and enjoyed the attention and focused with all of my might.

This went on and on, over and over and each time I was brought to the brink became shorter than the last. There were times I swear all you would have had to do was look at my raging prick and I would have lost it spewing all over the movie theater. At some point, I'm not even sure when, our mysterious stranger had moved back a row and was now sitting beside me with only two seats separating us. I guess she was tired of craning her neck or something. I almost told her that if she watched the movie like she had paid to do, she would not have had that problem. But, then again, I can't say for sure that I wouldn't have done the same thing it's not like this was something you saw every day. And sex of any kind in a public place was kind of like witnessing a car wreck, you didn't necessarily want to watch but couldn't seem to pull your eyes away either. So I didn't say anything if she wanted to watch, I couldn't really stop her, besides you hadn't given me permission to speak, so I kept quiet. 

The movie was nearing the end, you were still stroking my dick but even slower now as though you even understood that there was only so much that I could physically and mentally take before you wouldn't even be able to stop it. One thing was for sure, when I was allowed to cum - hopefully it would be that night - it was going to be a geyser, I would cum hard and I would cum long. My breathing indicated that I was near completion; I didn't even have to say it that's how in tune with my body you were. For the final time that night or at least at the theater you squeezed the tip hard and somehow, once again managed to control my orgasm, or lack of orgasm as the case was. You stopped your movements and let my hard cock fall from your hand. I was filled with both relief and a miserable sinking feeling, relief because I could finally calm myself down for a while but I also missed your warm fingers grasping and fondling me. The movie was almost over and the lights would be coming up any minute now when I asked, "Can I put my pants back on, Mistress?"

"No, not yet. I'll let you know when you can get redressed."

I knew there was no point in arguing, you would play this game out as far as you wanted it to go. Besides, if I argued with you about it, it would just get me in trouble again. So I waited to see what was next on your agenda. The credits began to play across the screen in front of us and the lights gradually came back to their full brightness, still I sat there naked from the waist down. The six other patrons began filing out, not once glancing to the back row, completely oblivious to what had transpired behind their backs. The woman beside us seem unsure as to what to do, the movie was over and she should be getting up and leaving, but I was still nude and sitting there, so maybe the 'show' wasn't over.

"Stand up and bend over, love." You instructed. I was pretty well convinced that after today I could never be embarrassed again so I did so immediately not caring that someone was watching my every move. I was so fucking horny that I just wanted to please you in any way that I could so that I was assured of getting off at some point this evening. So I stood up and bent over exposing my bare ass to you and our mysterious observer. When I did so I heard the woman gasp in surprise presumably as she noticed the two strings protruding from my asshole. You looped your finger through one of the rings and gently and slowly pulled one of the beads out. As you did so I felt a mixture of pain and pleasure, it was painful for the fact that they had been in there all day long, but even through the pain the pleasure was so intense that I was again close to coming and I moaned loudly. You must have sensed my impending orgasm because you reached between my legs and grasped my hard cock once again and stemmed off the pending flow. Holding my dick tightly and pressing your thumb hard right below the head you grabbed the other string and pulled it from my ass with a soft popping sound. You put both set of beads in a plastic baggy and put them into your oversized purse. Then you handed me my pants and told me to put them on, you then lovingly kissed me and said, "Let's go home my love."

I did as you said and put my pants on not even sparing our stranger a parting glance; I clasped my fingers in yours and began to exit the theater. I saw though that you did look back over your shoulder at the woman and give a final wave of your fingers.

After the movie we didn't go directly home, instead we went to one of your favorite Chinese restaurants and had a quiet, and I would have to say uneventful dinner. I had half expected to be paraded around, naked in public, once again. Or something of the sort at least. But instead it was just a nice dinner for two people very much in love. After dinner we headed home and when we got there you told me to go to our bedroom and wait for you, you were going to be taking another bath. I was instructed to put in a porno and sit on the couch to watch it. You said that you wanted me even more aroused for the evening to come - how that could be possible, I didn't know - but I listened anyway. I was to stroke my cock while watching the movie and to employ your trick and to not cum. "I'll know if you cum, baby. So make sure you don't." You gave me that final warning and headed off to take your bath.

I wasn't sure how I was going to handle this. I was already horny as all get out and I happen to be a very visual person, which meant that I could cum very quickly and very easily while watching an adult flick. I also wasn't sure that I could employ the same trick as you did with the same results. All I knew was that I had better be able to do it. I mean yes, I wanted to cum - badly - but it would greatly disappoint you if I did so and this being your day, I didn't want to do that. So I was determined to hold out. I found a movie to put on, stripped down and sat back to watch the flick. My cock was still hard; it had not gone down since the theater even through dinner I had felt the stiffness pressing against my jeans, that's how aroused I was. I grabbed my aching penis, it was red and swollen from all the attention it had received today and with not being able to get off, my balls were huge and sucked up tight against the base of my shaft. It felt like I could shoot off with just the slightest touch.

It was close to an hour when you returned from taking your bath you were wearing a long loose fitting night gown that I had never seen before. I assumed it was another of your purchases from yesterday to 'prepare' for today. I could just make out that you had something on underneath your nightgown that didn't belong, but I was too far gone for my brain to process what it could be. I was panting and sweating when you walked in and my finger and thumb were positioned as you had done so many times that day already, but I hadn't cum. And for that, both you and I were extremely grateful.

"You've done well, honey. You can release your cock now." You told me

I was going have to disobey on this in order to obey you, the twinges, the tingles the boiling seed that was still in my shaft and hadn't receded yet, were saying otherwise. "Sorry Mistress, but I can't do that just yet."

You caught my meaning and laughed. "Is my poor honey a little to on edge?"

"Just a bit, Mistress" I think I had to hold myself like that for a good five or ten minutes that time and I could feel the pulse and throb in my groin the entire time as my seamen looked for an escape route. But finally, like a heartbeat that begins to finally slow back to normal after vigorous exercise the need to ejaculate slowly dissipated as well until I could finally release my sore throbbing member. 

"I want to talk to you about the next activity that I have planned for tonight," you said it softly, as though you were embarrassed or at least unsure of my reaction. You seemed almost afraid of what I might say or think, so without comment, I waited patiently. But then I could see your attitude change as you sat there thinking it over in your head and I could see the embarrassment, the hesitation seep away. "I was going to see how you felt about it, but I've fantasized about it for so long now and do not know if I would get the opportunity to play out the fantasy at another time. So seeing as you are still my slave and I'm still your Mistress, I'll still talk to you and prepare you for what's to come, but it will happen and it will happen as I envision it to happen."

Ok I must admit I was getting a little freaked out by the direction of this conversation only because I really had no clue where you were going with it. You were being extremely mysterious about it, and that did worry me. "What fantasy would that be, Mistress?" I finally found the courage to ask.

You stood up at that point and turned around to remove your nightgown, I noticed that you were wearing a strange pair of underwear, your butt crack was not covered but there were two straps that came around your buttocks and attached to a strap that circled your waist. Then you turned and I saw why they looked so weird from behind. You weren't wearing panties at all, no, what you were wearing was an eight-inch strap-on dildo. Apparently something else you had bought yesterday, 'cause I sure as hell hadn't seen it before. I gulped and became very nervous, not that I wasn't willing to try it. The fact is I had fantasies about that as well and told you as much which seemed to relieve you quite a bit that I was receptive to the idea. I did voice my concerns though and those were that my ass was still quite sore from the beads being in there most of the day.

"Well as far as the soreness goes, I plan on using plenty of lube and I was even going to use some my booty ease. And as for cumming to quickly, what have I been trying to show you all day long... control. You know that I can stop you from coming when I want too and you proved that you can do it as well when I was in taking my bath. So there really shouldn't be a problem, now should there?"

No, Mistress." I said, because what else could I say really? You had made up your mind that this was going to happen tonight. And the fact of the matter is that I had given you that power. I didn't have to, but I felt that you deserved it and needed it.

"So my dear, I want you to come over here and get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed." You commanded.

I got up and came to the bed and positioned myself as instructed. You stood behind me and grabbed the lube for the second time that day. You squirted a lot of lube into your hand and spread it out all over the rubber phallus coating it from head to base. Then using your fingers you applied some booty ease to my puckered anus and inside the opening. After it began to take affect you used more lube and greased up my backside making it quite slippery. "Are you ready baby?" you asked.

Did it matter if I was ready? I thought to myself, but instead said, "Yes Mistress.?

You got right behind me and put the head at my entrance, you slowly pushed forward stretching past the tight outer ring of my asshole. It felt huge but also felt incredible and almost immediately I could feel the cum once again boiling in my sac and pleading to be set free. I had to go down onto one elbow so that I could grasp my cock and use your technique to stop the flow. I pressed hard near the tip because it wanted to come out and I knew that I was still not allowed to orgasm yet. God it felt that good and you hadn't even gotten it half way in yet, it was hard, very hard to stem my orgasm. In fact that was starting to really worry me, after the day we have had I knew that you had to be extremely horny as well maybe not as far gone as I was but still quite turned on. I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to fuck you tonight and give you what you needed, because I was pretty damn sure that within seconds of entering the tight warmth of your pussy I was going to lose my battle with control. And you weren't even done with me yet.

Once the rubber cock was fully buried in my nether region you began to thrust in and out as though really fucking me. I was rocking back and forth and found myself pushing back as you pushed in going in time with the rhythm of the fucking that I was receiving. I wasn't sure how long you would continue this seeing as you wouldn't allow me to cum that wasn't the goal. Then it happened, you screamed out that you were cumming and thrashed about as you continued to fuck my ass. As you came down from your orgasm you slowed to a stop and just rested while still deep inside me. "Ohh, God," you moaned. "That was awesome."

You pulled out of me and lay back on the bed. "Take this off me, love." You said. I was a little confused, you had cum hard and quickly and I thought that I would have been the one to cum that quick. But as I loosened the straps and took the contraption off of you I saw that it was double ended and had a smaller dildo that fit perfectly into you as you fucked me.

"God that was hot, baby!" You said, "I hope you enjoyed it."

"I did, very much so, Mistress. But I don't know if I'm going to be able to pleasure you tonight. You know I'll probably cum the moment I enter you.

"Don't worry about that, love. I'll take care of you... then you should be able to fuck me long and hard, just like I want it." You had me stand up as you kneeled down in front of me. Your hand felt like heaven as you it wrapped around my aching shaft. I was so hoping you would suck me off to completion, but what you did was just as hot and would definitely get the job done. You stroked me feather soft no real pressure just a soft rhythmic up and down motion. And as you stroked my hard flesh your mouth ascended to my tightly sucked up balls. You told me to let you know when I was going to come, then you sucked both of my balls into your mouth at the same time and swirled your tongue gently around them. Your hand was gradually picking up speed but the pressure stayed the same which allowed me to last for a bit even with all of the sexual frustration of the day. Your lips were warm and soft as your tongue ran wetly across my scrotum. My breathing was picking up, becoming harsher and more labored as your hand gripped harder and harder and pumped faster and faster. I wanted to cum, but I didn't want the incredible handjob to end either. I didn't have a choice in the matter though as my body - aching from the sexual tension - betrayed my desire to keep the pleasure going. I grunted and moaned and said, "Baby, baby... I'm there!"

You removed your lips from my sac and aimed my cock at your beautiful tits and just before I came you pulled your middle finger from your soaked pussy and rammed it in my ass. Your finger found and massaged the perfect spot inside my rectum making me shiver and come like crazy. Spurt after spurt of hot, sticky come splattered your breasts coating your nipples and running down your stomach in little rivers of white seed. You kept pumping and kept fingering and it felt that I would never stop coming. It came out powerful and each jet hit your chest one after the other until all my juices were spent. I immediately felt as though a weight had been lifted, all the sexual teasing of the day had just exploded from my engorged cock, and I felt lightheaded from the powerful orgasm. I could have fallen asleep at that moment, but I knew that you wanted and needed more and I would never leave you unsatisfied as long as I could help it. But this was still your day and your game and I couldn't take control of the situation and ravish you as I so wanted to do. So I waited for your instruction.




Slave for a Day



I did not have to wait long though as you crawled up on the bed and told me to fuck you from behind. "I want it doggie style, baby, at least to start. Come give me your beautiful cock." That perked me up and definitely put me in the mood to please. I loved it when you talked dirty to me and I told you as much, making sure to throw 'Mistress' in there, I didn't want to be punished again at this point in the game.

"You like for me to talk dirty, baby?" you asked, even though you had known the answer before tonight. "Well then, get over here and fuck my tight little pussy. Slam your big cock all the way in and fuck me good and hard!" 

You didn't have to coax me, my dick was still rock hard flesh and I climbed up on the bed behind you and put my prick at your entrance. "Are you ready for it Mistress?" I teased. After all the teasing you had done to me all day and as far gone as you were by now, I figured I could get away with that one little act of defiance. I was right, kind of.

"Yes, yesssss... you bad boy, stop teasing me and stick your cock in my pussy. Now!" You demanded.

It only took one deep thrust, you were so hot and wet from your own juices flowing all day that I slid in quickly and with ease. Once inside it was heaven, your pussy so slick and steamy, I surged in and out, in and out, each thrust deep and hard, But I was careful at the same time not to hurt you with my penetrating thrusts. It did not take long for us to find the same rhythm - so in tune with each other's bodies – and as I pushed forward you rocked back getting the full length of my cock on each stroke. Your pussy clamped and convulsed as you began to spiral down into your own sexual bliss. Thank god I had already shot my load or I would have cum right then.

We fucked like that for a good five minutes, when you panted, "dif... different position. I want to be on top and ride my sexy man." We switched, I pulled my penis from your sopping hole and lay down on the bed. "No... on the floor, but feet on the bed." you said, changing my direction. I was a little confused at first but positioned myself as you wanted. Hey, I was always up for trying new positions. You stood above me with your back towards me and then squatted onto my pole using my legs for support. Then using your calf and leg muscles you rocked back and forth on my cock before thrusting up and down, it was awesome. From this vantage point I had a great view of my dick disappearing into your soft wetness and could see the rivers and droplets of your own orgasm running down my cock and balls and farther still, down the crack of my ass and making the carpet beneath us damp with cum. 

I couldn't do much to help in this position as I couldn't even thrust up into you, but you didn't seem to mind and were able to set your own pace. You could speed it up or slow it down at your own discretion. So once again you were in control, you had the power as it should be on this day. You rode my cock for what seemed like forever and had three more explosive orgasms before saying, "I hope you're close baby, because I don't know how much more I can take. I want you to cum. I need you to cum." With that you redoubled your efforts and started riding me faster, dancing on my cock.

Hearing you say that was all I needed, I had been holding myself back as long as I could until you had your fill. But if you needed me to cum, I could definitely accommodate your command. "I'm there, Mistress... I'm going to cum!" I shouted and I shot off deep in your quivering pussy, it seemed to last as long as the first time and I swear there was just as much. It overflowed, dripping and running down my prick to mix with your juices. 

We stayed that way for a few minutes, locked together in the afterglow of our fantastic lovemaking. Finally you moved pulling yourself off of my now flaccid member which was still slippery and glistening with our combined fluids, to me it was a beautiful sight and a visual affirmation of the love that we shared. You extended your hand down to me, helping me up and said, "Come on, love. Let's go to bed." 

We cuddled up together under the blankets, I kissed your cheek, your forehead and finally your lips before saying, "Mistress, I love you very much and I hope you enjoyed your gift."

"I did, honey, very much. I do have one confession to make though." And as you said it your cheeks turned a bright red.

"And what's that, Mistress?"

"The movie theater? That was a set up for both you and me. At the restaurant, I got extremely turned on by telling the waitress how we had spent our day so far."

"Yes Mistress, you told me about that."

"I know, but what I didn't tell you was that when I went to the ladies room, she pulled me off to the side and asked me if I could bring you back to the restroom and order you to do something - she wasn't specific as to what - but I told her that I wasn't willing to share my husband. But the more I thought about her watching us in some way or another, the more turned on I got. So while I was in the ladies room, I called an old friend of mine and asked her to meet us at the theater but to play the part of a stranger. Honestly, I think the only reason she agreed was because she didn't believe that I was really in control and that you had actually agreed to be my slave and do whatever I asked of you. So that's my confession, I had debated whether to even tell you or not, but I don't keep secrets from you. I just hope that you're not upset with me."

"No honey, I'm not upset with you, this was your day. It was about your fantasies and what you wanted and I gave you the power to act on them. It was your happiness that I was after."



Slave for a Day



Rena was still in shock. When she had made the bet with her husband Robert last night she had been absolutely sure she couldn't lose. But somehow his team and pulled it off and now she was worried. Rena was his sex slave for the day. She lay there, pretending to sleep next to him, wondering what the day would bring. She knew he'd never do anything to hurt her, but she suspected that he was going to up the ante today. They'd played around a lot, especially during her initiation to Phi Sigma Nu; but since then things had been pretty tame. They got married a year ago, and their sex life had been great. They made love often and she loved being with him -- but she suspected that now that he could do, or have her do anything, that things might get kind of wild. He'd been out of town on a business trip for the last week, and when he got home he'd taken her to the game. She'd bet him that there was no way his team was going to pull this one out, and she'd lost. When they got home last night, she was horny from not getting any while he was out of town and had tried to initiate things.

"Not tonight, I want you good and ready for what I have in store for you tomorrow." He had said.

Rena had drifted off to sleep a little apprehensive about what the day might bring. Robert had taken the day off so she was his all day long.

"Good morning, my little slave girl." He said rolling over and putting his arms around her. She could feel his morning hardness pressing again her naked ass.

"Good morning," she said as he kissed her deeply.

"Are you ready for a really hot day?"

"It's not even supposed to get up to sixty."

"That's not the kind of hot I was talking about, and you know it." He said smacking her ass.

"Oooh baby! What do you have in mind?"

"Well why don't we start with a nice hot shower?" he said.

He pushed the covers off and climbed out of bed. He walked around the bed and stripped the covers off her, revealing her beautiful body. His already hard cock got just a little harder as his eyes lingered on her firm, perfect handful sized, breasts, topped with large brownish nipples that were already standing out from them; her tight tummy, and her nicely groomed pussy. She still had a nice little landing strip, something that she had decided to keep since her Phi Sigma Nu initiation days. She said it made her feel sexy. He reached down and took her hand and pulled her out of bed, taking her in his warm embrace. His naked body pressing against hers. She could feel his hardness press against the insides of her thighs and felt a touch of electricity run through her. After a week of not having him, her body craved his strong touch. She couldn't wait to feel his throbbing cock inside of her.

Eventually Robert pulled her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. They both got in, enjoying the amazing sensation of the hot water. He grabbed the soap and lathered up his hands and proceeded to wash her body. He ran his hands over all of her body, as goosebumps surfaced all over her skin. The feel of his hands soaping her body, further awakening the needs she had been denied in his absence. He made sure to pay special attention to her sensitive orbs, pinching and lightly pulling her slick nipples making them stand out even more, her areolas wrinkling tightly. He washed down her tight tummy, running his fingertips around her navel and then down. He soaped down her legs paying attention to her shins and thighs and eventually making sure to thoroughly wash her now molten pussy. She moaned as his fingers ran over her clit and the lips of her pussy. Then he took his hands and washed her tight ass, taking his time playfully caressing her cheeks and then pressing his soapy fingers just inside her asshole.

"Oh baby," she sighed.

When he was done with her body, he poured shampoo in his hands and kneaded it into her hair. She loved it when he washed her hair. She enjoyed the feel of his strong hands on her scalp. She was really enjoying herself, the slow loving manner in which he was washing her made her feel so good. Finally he pushed her head back slightly to rinse the shampoo from her hair and while doing so kissed her passionately. He explored her mouth, running his tongue along her lips, playing with her tongue, enjoying the experience of kissing her. He had missed this while he was gone.

"That was nice," Rena said as he broke their kiss.

"Yes it was, but we aren't quite done with you." He paused. "I noticed you shaved for me last night, but you forgot something."

"What? Where?" she asked cautiously, hoping she had just missed somewhere he had felt while washing her, instead of what she thought might be coming.

He grabbed her can of shaving gel and squirted it into his hand and rubbed it until it foamed. Then he began to spread the foam over her pussy. "Right here."

"Baby, you know I like my landing strip," she protested. "It makes me feel sexy."

"I know, but this isn't really about what you like is it? This is about the fact that today I get to do whatever I want with you and you can't say no." He honestly liked the look of her pubic hair the way she normally groomed it, but he wanted her off guard today, and he also remembered back to the one other time she had shaved her pussy...he remembered her grinding her bare pussy against him in a dark strip club during pledge week. He remembered how her pussy had glistened with wetness and how smooth she was when he'd finally gotten to taste her pussy for the first time. He hadn't really minded but, since he had won their bed, he intended to take full advantage.

"Yes Master," she replied. Trying to be a good sport, after all, it would grow back eventually.

He quickly ran the sharp razor over her pussy, starting by shaving her mound and then carefully eliminating any hair from her lips. It took no time at all before he had her completely hairless. He pulled down the handheld shower head and used it to rinse off her now bald pussy. As the strong stream of water hit her clit she moaned deeply. He knew that she sometimes used the showerhead to make herself cum, and he decided that this morning he'd have a little fun. With the water still streaming against her pussy he reached his other hand between her legs and slowly put first one and then two fingers into her very wet opening. He rubbed his fingers in and out against the top of her pussy, finding the small little circle of bumpy tissue that was her g-spot. As his fingers hit her g-spot he adjusted the spray slightly to focus the full force on her clit.

"Oooooohhh," she let out a long moan. She could feel his rock hard cock pressing against her ass as his fingers drove her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

He knew he had to be careful, she hadn't cum in a week because they hadn't had any time to have Skype sex and they both had a rule that they wouldn't masturbate unless the other was watching, so it wouldn't take too much to make her cum. He took her right up to the edge -- he had gotten very good at figuring out just how close he could take her without actually letting her cum. It had been something he'd learned during the last two days of her initiation, and it was a lesson he still practiced often. Since she was at his mercy today he decided that this morning she wasn't going to cum, he had something much more interesting in mind for that. He pulled the shower head away and his fingers stopped what they were doing just as her body was about to crash over the edge.

"Damn it! No! Put your fingers back, or at least put the water back." Rena yelled.

"Sorry dear, no cumming for you just yet," he said with a wicked smile.

"Please Master? I've been a good girl all week, please let me cum." She pleaded.

"I will let you cum a little bit later, but not right now. Right now you need to wash me." He commanded.

"Yes Master," she complied, reminding herself that it was his game. She took the soap in her hand and lathered it up and began to soap his body. She ran her small hands over his broad muscular shoulders, and then down his chest. She made sure she spent a few minutes playing with his nipples, she had learned that they were very sensitive. Then she washed down his well-defined stomach, and knelt down to soap his legs. As she did, she surprised him by sucking him into her mouth. His cock was hard from her hands and from the attention he had given her. About halfway in she felt him hit the back of her mouth and she pulled back out and then took a deep breath -- she'd been practicing and had decided now was as good a time as ever to see if she could do it. She pushed herself back on his cock and this time when he hit the back pushed herself further down on his cock. Slowly she was able to push her nose all the way to his pubic mound and then she pulled off, gagging just a little.

"Oh my gosh! That was so awesome." he said looking down at her.

"Thank you Master, I've been practicing." She said, pleased with herself.

Now she took her soapy hands and began to lather up his balls and wash his long, hard shaft. He moaned. She stroked his cock with one hand and rolled his balls in her other. She loved how powerful she felt when she had him in her hands. She could tell from how tight his balls were that she had him pretty close to an orgasm. She could see the veins of his cock standing out, throbbing.

"I think that's enough for now," he said. He had plans for how and where he wanted to cum today as well.

"Are you sure Master?" she asked, taking the tip of his cock in her mouth.

"Yes," he said as he pushed her away. "I will cum when I am ready, just like you will cum when I am ready and not until."

He pulled her up to him and embraced her, pulling her body close to his. His cock pressed into her belly and her breasts felt good against his chest. He kissed her a final time and then turned off the shower.

"Time to get out." He said. They got out and dried off.

Next he went into her closet to pick out the dress he wanted her to wear. He had bought it for her about a month ago, but she hadn't yet had a chance to wear it. It was a deep blue with a hem that ended about 4 inches above her knees. He knew when she sat down it would be mere inches below her pussy, which was kind of the point.

He then reached into his suitcase and pulled out the package that he had picked up on his trip. He pulled it out to reveal two sets of elastics connected to a small egg like vibrator. He took the two items and a pair of matching 4 inch heels and walked out of the closet.

"Put these on," he ordered.

"Ah, what's this?" she asked looking at the straps.

"It's a small present I picked up for you. Put it on just like your underwear, and make sure that the little egg is sitting on top of your pussy," he instructed.

She did so, pulling on the device. As she did she remembered just how different it felt to be completely bare there. The wetness of her arousal had made her slick and the feel of the cold plastic against her pussy sent a shiver through her. She didn't see a way to turn it on though.

"What's it do?" Rena asked.

"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

"What about my bra and panties? Which set do you want?"

"None, you don't get to wear any,"

"I can't go out in this dress without anything on underneath," Rena was shocked. Sure she had gone commando before, but never in something revealing as what she was wearing now.

"You can, and you will, slave."

She couldn't believe she had gotten herself into this mess. But she didn't see another choice, she had agreed to do whatever he said. She pulled the dress over her head and settled it down on her body. She looked in the mirror and realized how very apparent it was that she wasn't wearing a bra. The neckline was cut so that it show the tops of her breasts and if she moved wrong it was very likely that someone was going to end up seeing her nipples. As it was they were making hard little points in her dress.

While she was getting dressed he had pulled on his black boxer briefs, black slacks and a long-sleeve oxford that matched the color of her dress.

"Damn you look sexy," he said as he looked at her putting on the heels he had handed her.

"I look like a total slut," she shot back.

"I guess you should have considered the consequences if you lost, huh?" he paused. "Seriously though, you look really hot."

He came over from behind her and wrapped his arms around her, reaching one hand into play with a nipple.

"Hey, cut it out, I need to do my hair." She complained.

He stopped and watched as she put her hair up in a French twist, his favorite, and then put on just a hint of make-up.

"Ok, all ready, now what?" she asked, wondering what he had in mind.

"We're going to brunch." He answered. He led her out the door and opened the car door for her to climb in. As he came around the side he pulled a small remote from his pocket and pushed the low button. The vibrator she was wearing came to life as he entered the car. The vibrations weren't strong, but they were enough that her pussy tingled. She had just about recovered from the shower, but the new attention quickly had her body and her mind focused on the sensations emanating from the small toy.

"You are so bad," she said.

"You ain't seen nothing yet baby." He started the car and began the drive. He knew it would take them about 30 mins to get to the restaurant. As he drove he turned on the stereo and flipped through the channels until he found something interesting. He was in luck, Rihanna's 'S&M' was playing..."na na na...sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me". As he pulled out on the main street, he looked over at his wife thinking how lucky he was. She was so beautiful.

They came to a red light, and he reached into his pocket and pushed another button on the remote. The vibrations began to increase, slowly at first but quickly became intense. She moaned deeply, the buzzing on her clit making driving her mad. She actually decided to pull up her dress so that her ass was on the seat cover, worried that if she didn't there would be a big wet spot on her dress by the time they got where they were going. When the light turned green, the buzzing went back to low.

"That was nice," she moaned.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied.

They hit another red light and the alternating sensations began again. This continued at each red light, and each time they stopped she found herself being pushed closer and closer to a monster orgasm. After the shower this morning, and a week without her husband, she was quickly approaching the edge. She realized that he was taking the surface streets when he could have been taking a more direct route, and parted of her cursed him for doing so, while another sang his praises.

He looked over at her, "you may not cum my little slave. Not until I'm ready, so don't even think about going over that precipice."

"Then you better stop hitting so many damned red lights," she replied. The vibrator went back to low.

The restaurant was in sight, there were only two more lights to go. The first one turned red just as they got to the intersection and they stopped. Immediately the buzzing on her clit escalated, she was almost immediately back to the edge. She could feel her body beginning to tense up, she fought herself, knowing that she couldn't cum, knowing that he had not yet allowed it and she was determined to be a good slave. Just as she was sure she was going to lose it, the light turned green and the buzzing stopped.

"That looked like it was close," he said.

"Oh baby, this is so not fair," she said as they sailed through the other light and into the parking lot.

He got out of the car and walked over to her door, she got out pulled down her dress and used a kleenex to try and wipe the rivulets of moisture running down her thighs. How was she supposed to make it through lunch dressed like this with her pussy sopping wet?

They walked into the building and got in the elevator and took it to the top floor. While the elevator was ascending he pulled her close and kissed her passionately, extremely turned on by her nipples that were threatening to put a hole through her dress.

When the elevator opened the hostess met them.

"Welcome to the Roof," said a young college age girl.

"Hi, we have a brunch reservation,"he said.

"Sure, right this way," she led them to a table in the back. "Here you go. Your waiter today will be Michael, enjoy."

A few moments later a good looking twenty something came over and introduced himself. As he explained the menu, Robert noticed that Michael was having a hard time keeping his eyes off his wife. He stumbled through the specials as his eyes roamed over her tits.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Michael asked.

"Just some water," please she replied.

"Ah, sure. Enjoy the buffet." He said.

"I think he liked the view," Robert said to her.

"That is so mean," she replied. "He might be married or planning on a mission or something."

"Yeah, he might be, but it's not like you're going to fuck him, just let him look." he batted back. "Let's go get some food."

They walked over to the buffet and got their plates. Along the way he noticed several men and women both checking out his gorgeous wife. The buffet was a gourmet buffet and the food was excellent. The chatted about life, school, work and generally just enjoyed reconnecting after his trip. Eventually she found herself less self-conscious as her body returned to normal after the tremendous tease of the drive over.

"I want you to go to the bathroom," he instructed her, convinced that she was finally recovered. "Text me when it's empty and I will join you."

"Are you serious?" she asked. He couldn't be serious. Sure they'd talked a little bit about sex in public, something that had actually been a fantasy of hers, but she never thought they'd ever do anything.

"Yes, now don't argue. Just do it." He answered forcefully.

She did as she was told, she walked to the bathroom and found that it was empty. She couldn't believe this was happening. She texted him, her nipples were once again standing out as she wondered what exactly was going to happen next. Just before the door opened, the buzzing on her pussy started, this time going from nothing to full blast. Her knees almost gave way as the sensations hit her, she moaned loudly as he walked in. He locked the door behind him.

"Kneel down, he instructed." As she did he began to undo his belt, and then pushed his pants and his underwear down. His hard cock stuck out. "Make me cum, now."

"But, there's no towel, nothing to clean-up with. What if it gets on my dress?" she complained.

"I guess that you better not spill any," he said. The sensations of the vibrator on her pussy were pushing her higher. "And you better not cum, it's not your turn yet."

It took her a minute to realize what he wanted her to do. She had never swallowed his cum before, and now she was in a position where the choice was either to make a mess on her dress that she couldn't hide, the floor which had other problems, or swallow him. It was obvious to her, that just like shaving her pussy bare, he was testing her.

What the hell, she thought. But boy is he going to get it the next time I win a bet.

Resignedly, she took him in her hand and began pumping his cock, trying to focus on his hard member instead of her rising need for release. She took him in her mouth and began to work him in and out. He let out a moan and put a hand lightly on her head. She moaned around his cock as the sensations in her pussy drove her closer to orgasm. She took him all the way down her throat and then back out, she could tell he liked it by the way he just about fell over. She put her hands on his ass and pulled him back into her mouth. She had practiced each day since he was gone, and she hoped she could do this. She started to take him in and out, each time relaxing her throat and taking him deep into her throat, she could tell he was getting close. She started to rub his balls as she took him deep one more time, and then his whole body tensed up, and she felt his hot cum rush down the back of her throat. She pulled back, his cock shooting warm semen in her mouth. It was salty, and thick and not altogether pleasant, but she swallowed it because she knew that if she didn't it was going to end up on her dress and she didn't want the whole room to know what had just happened. She kept sucking until there was no more cum, until he had to pull her away because he was too sensitive. Suddenly she realized that her body was beginning its initial stages of orgasm, her face scrunched up, her body tightened.




Slave for a Day



"Don't you dare!" he commanded as the vibrations stopped and he squeezed her breast hard . What had just about been a huge orgasm was suddenly a fight to control her body.

"GOD! NO, I NEED IT. PLEASE."

"Not yet, slave." She wanted to disobey, she wanted to let her body have its release, but she didn't want to disappoint him. She used every last ounce of energy and control she possessed to stop her orgasm. He watched as slowly her body came down from the near miss, he was always amazed just how close he could get her and yet she managed to hand on to the edge. It was a skill he himself still hadn't mastered, and doubted he ever would. "Time to go."

He helped her to her feet. She looked in the mirror and tried as best she could to look as though nothing had happened. It was hard though, since her pussy was still on fire and her nipples were plainly visible through her dress. She took a deep breath and then took his arm and they walked out. While he had waited for her to text him, he had paid their bill, so he led her out of the restaurant, into the elevator. He couldn't help but notice the looks that her appearance caused, and he just smiled back at them, knowing just how lucky he was.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself sir," the hostess said as they walked out, a little bit flushed.

"We did, thank you. See you again soon." He said and winked at her.

Once inside the elevator he kissed Rena hard, putting one finger under her dress and into her sopping wet pussy. As the elevator descended he used his finger to explore her hot, steamy tunnel enjoying he moans and the way she squeezed his other hand. When the elevator finally stopped at the ground floor and he stopped she sighed in frustration, feeling a trickle of liquid drip from her pussy down her thigh.

He helped her into the car and then were off. His next stop was to the movie theater. There was a new movie out they had both been waiting to see, and he heard it had a couple of really great sex scenes in it. The movie theater was only a couple of blocks away and it took only a few minutes to get there.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked her.

"No, I'm horny as hell, dressed like a slut, and just sucked my husband off in a public bathroom. I am definitely not okay." She responded.

"I'm impressed with our willingness to play along my little slave." He said.

"Yeah, well you just remember that the next time we make a bet and I win, there's going to be hell to pay." She said, thunder in her eyes.

"Promises, promises..."

He reached in the back seat and grabbed a jacket and then got out and walked around and opened her door.

"Coming?"

"Not yet, but I sure as hell wish I were." She answered, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Careful what you wish for," he said with a devious little smile. He took her hand and walked inside with her and bought tickets and some popcorn. Then they walked into the theater. It was a big theater and even though it was early in the day the theater was packed. He saw two seats at the very back of the theater that looked like their best shot. He led her up the stair -- she tried to ignore the stares of some of the teenage boys in the theater, and the furtive glances from their girlfriends. As they reached their seats she sat down, her dress riding up to a scant inch or two from revealing her soaking wet pussy to anyone that turned around. She pressed her legs together and hoped nobody did while the lights were on.

Shortly after the lights dimmed and the trailers started to play. As they did, the vibrator attached to her clit began to hum softly. She squeezed his hand, and tried to focus on the movie screen. He kept her on a low boil for the next twenty minutes, the vibrations enough to keep her soaking wet and unable to fully concentrate, but not quite enough to bring her to orgasm.

On screen the actress was kissing her boyfriend. The scenes became very heated and this fueled her frustration. She watched in agony as the couple on stage made passionate love, the scene very explicit leaving only the most intimate parts to the imagination. She could feel her mind working with her pussy to bring her steadily closer to orgasm. She could feel the tension in her start to increase, she was getting worried. Her body was betraying her, she was surrounded by people and yet here she was on the edge of an orgasm. The couple on screen finished, and the scene changed.

"Looks like someone is enjoying the movie," He whispered in her ear.

"Oh gosh, that was close." She said, the change of mental stimulation helping her regain control. At the same time he stopped the vibrations she had been enduring for the last half an hour. The absence of stimulation now was incredibly frustrating.

The movie continued, but about another twenty minutes into it another sex scene began. He leaned over and spread the jacket over her lap and then whispered, "Now it's your turn."

She didn't have time to process his words, before he pushed the button that turned the vibrator on full blast and stuck two fingers in her pussy. Within seconds she was at the edge of orgasm, she tried to close her eyes to shut out the images that were playing on the screen, to stop her body's progression, but the sounds of sex filled the theater and her body betrayed her and suddenly she was cumming. Her whole body tensed up, her pussy squeezing his fingers tightly and a huge gush of fluid rushed from her pussy. She fought the urge to scream, to yell. She squeezed his arm, bit her lips and desperately fought to avoid the notice of the entire theater, amazingly the couple sitting next to her appeared not to notice. It seemed like she came forever, the soundtrack of the movie, his fingers and the sounds of sex pushing her on. Finally the vibrations stopped and he pulled his fingers from his pussy and then stuck them in his mouth and obscenely licked them off.

"You taste great," he whispered in her ear. "Hope you enjoyed it."

The movie ended about thirty minutes later and by this time she had thankfully regained her composure. However, now she realized she had a problem, her orgasm had left a huge wet spot on her dress. She took the jacket from her lap and tied it around her waist and then they walked out of the theater.

Once they got in the car, she punched him in the arm, "Holy shit! That was so mean. If anyone had been watching us we'd probably be in jail now."

"I know, but they didn't and I'm so proud of you." He said with a huge grin. "There's a change of clothes in the back, and you can take off the vibrator."

She reached in back to find a white t-shirt and a short pair of cut off denim shorts, still no underwear in sight, but better than what she was in right now, especially given the cum on her dress. She quickly took off the vibrator and then used a small towel she had found in the backseat to wipe herself up. Next she shrugged on the shorts under her dress. Finally she looked around, and not seeing anyone pulled her dress over her head, temporarily exposing her tits to the world and then put the t-shirt on. She was pleased to see that the t-shirt was solid enough that her dark brown nipples weren't showing through.

"So are you ready for our next stop?" he asked.

"You mean there's more?" she asked, feigning surprise.

"Of course there is, we've only just begun." she didn't like the sound of that.

The next part of his plan began at the Blue Boutique. They had shopped here a handful of times since they met, but always for a small vibrator that they liked to use during their love making. Tonight he had much bigger plans. As he led her through the store and into the curtained off area, they were approached by a cute twenty-something who requested their IDs. Once she had confirmed they were both allowed, she showed them in, telling them that if they needed something to just ask. The room had a wide assortment of sex toys, from vibrators and dildos, to fake vaginas, butt plugs and others. They walked around the store and browsed for a few minutes.

"See anything you like?" he asked her.

"Oh, I see a lot of things I like, but I'm pretty sure we're here for a specific purpose." She responded.

"Right you are." He then started picking up the items. First he picked up a large ping rabbit vibrator, something he'd always heard about but never actually had a chance to use with her. Then he picked up a 6 inch dildo. Finally he picked up a bottle of their favorite lube. As she watched him pick up the toys her mind wandered through the possibilities. She wondered what he had in mind.

They checked out and then he took her to dinner. They ate at Red Lobster, her favorite place. She loved the Snow Crab and she was always very grateful afterwards. For the first little while, her mind continued to ponder what was to come, but then as the endorphins dissipated entirely her mind finally came back. Throughout dinner they kept a running conversation, carefully avoiding the topic of sex or even the events of the day. They both knew that something was coming, and she knew that she'd find out soon enough.

Finally, they drove home, arriving just after dark. As soon as they got inside the front door, he said "strip."

"Yes sir." She quickly peeled off her shorts and shirt, right there in the living room. As she looked up, she saw the hunger in his eyes. "Now what?"

"Come with me," he said and he pulled her into the bedroom. There was a chair sitting in the middle of the room, he walked over to it and stuck the suction cup of the dildo in the middle of the chair. "First you are going to give me a bit of a show."

He handed her their favorite small vibrator, and pointed to the chair. She knew how much he loved to watch. "What about your clothes?" she asked.

"Don't you worry, I'll take them off while you play." With that he hit a button on the small remote in his hand and the stereo came to life. The sounds of Enigma poured from the speakers.

She ran her hands over her body, watching the hunger in his eyes. Her body came alive, her nipples hardening as she lightly ran her fingernails over them. She ran her fingers down up and down her neck and all over her body, getting into the sexy rhythms. She watched as her stripped off his shirt, watching her play with herself. The fingers of her right hand found their way down to her body, while her left continue to trace her nipples. As her fingers reached her bald lips, she shuddered. She had forgotten how sensitive her pussy was without any hair. Moisture was steadily dripping, her lips sticking out ever so slightly. As he removed his pants revealing his once again hard cock, she imagined him putting it inside her. She stuck a finger inside and groaned as she rubbed her g-spot, but it just wasn't enough. She needed a cock, her body was on fire again. Knowing that he was looking for a show she turned the chair around so that the back was facing towards his. She then sat down slowly on the rubber cock that was suction cupped to the chair. It was about the same size as his cock, and as she sank slowly down she closed her eyes and imagined it was his cock. When she finally reached the bottom she began to slowly move up and down to the beat of the music, using the back of the chair as leverage to pull herself up and down on the cock.

As he watched his lovely bride bring her body to life he couldn't help but be incredibly turned on. He found himself unable to control himself and began to stroke his cock as he hungrily watched his wife. Together they both masturbated to the sight of each other, driving each other's need. He absolutely loved to watch his wife, to be able to really concentrate on the small changes that happened to her body as it got more and more aroused. As she reached down with their small vibrator in her hand and touched her clit he knew that she was getting close. He would have to be careful now. His cock was throbbing and he could feel the need inside himself, the need to be inside her.

Her eyes were closed, her body well on its way to orgasm. She was lost in the feelings and didn't notice him pull out a condom and roll it down on his now throbbing cock. He then grabbed a bottle of lubricant and quietly walked over to her. She jumped, as his warm fingers touched her asshole. She let out a moan, she was getting close.

He could tell she was getting close and that was good. She needed to be really, really horny for him to even have a chance at what he was about to do. He quickly lubed up a finger and slowly stuck it into her bum. He could feel her tight sphincter open ever so slowly.

"What are you doing..." she moaned.

"Just relax, and enjoy." He said. He remembered doing this one time with her when she was being initiated and she had cum incredibly hard. Once his finger was in he pulled it back out, and then began to move it slowly in an out. He could feel her body tighten and knew that it wouldn't be long before she was cumming. He could feel the dildo through the thin wall between her ass and her pussy. Then he added a second well lubed finger.

"OHH!" she moaned. She wondered what had gotten into him. Besides one time when he had stuck a finger in her ass during initiation and the game of around the world that had culminated her iniation they really hadn't played with anal, she'd always been a little scared of it. She remembered how hard she had cum that night, and wondered if it would be that good again. Then she felt him pull his fingers out of her ass and sit down on the chair, his cockhead now pushing against her asshole.

"What are you doing?" she cried out and stopped on the upstroke of the dildo. Her body was still climbing towards orgasm, her nipples rock hard and on fire, her pussy clenching tightly to the cock inside of her.

"It'll be okay," he said soothingly. "Just go slow, remember how good it felt during initiation?

"Oh gosh yes, but you are so big. I don't know if I can take your cock there while this is in my pussy." She said, a little worried.

"Just try, you can stop if you want." He said.

She thought about doing exactly that, she knew she was mere moments away from coming. But then she remembered that she was supposed to be his slave. She decided she would at least try it. She slowly pushed down against his cock, after what seemed like eternity he purple head of his cock pushed into her bum.

"Owww" she said. It hurt a little bit, but she found that with as turned on as she was that it felt good. She felt so full with the head of his cock now in her ass and the dildo in her pussy. She decided to keep going. It took another five minutes before his cock was all the way inside her. She couldn't believe how full she felt, and how unbelievably horny she was. It seems that the more of him she took, the more sexual energy her body fed into her. She could tell from the pulsing she was feeling that he was close as well. She stopped for a moment and just rested, his cock filling her ass and the dildo completely filling her pussy.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He was having a hard time controlling himself. He couldn't remember ever being this turned on and her ass was so tight that knew he wouldn't last very much longer.

"Uhh huhh" was all she could say and then she decided it was time. With one hand she resumed playing with her breasts, while the other brought the vibrator back to her clit and then she began to push back up and then down. Slowly at first, but soon she was moving briskly, establishing a rhythm. He knew his cock was going to explode any minute. The tightness of her anal sphincter milking his cock with each thurst.

"AAH AH AH HA, I'M CUMMMMMINNNNGGGG!!!" she screamed. "OH SHIT, SHIT!"

Her whole body was spasming uncontrollably, her face clenched tightly, her nipples so hard they could have cut diamonds. Her pussy clenched and unclenched in rapid successions as she pushed down one final time . Her ass contracted causing his cock to explode. Her body was racked by wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW" he roared as his cock shot stream after stream of how cum into the condom. The contractions of her pussy out all of the hot stream of liquid in his cock. He had never cum this hard in his life. His cock slowly slipped out of her.

He lay against her back exhausted, the sounds of Enigma continuing to fill the room.

"Oh baby, that was so good." He said.

"Yes. It was," she said, still trying to recover. They sat there enjoying the feel of each other. Finally when they had both recovered, he pulled her up, turned her around and kissed her passionately.

"I love you" he said.

"I love you too...master." She said.

He looked at the clock, it was 11:00, he still had an hour.

One of the things that he has learned over the last year is that she was capable of incredible multiple orgasms. He decided that he was going to see just what he could do with his last hour.

"Are you still game for more, my little slave?" he asked.

She honestly didn't know. She had had two incredibly big orgasms today and she felt finished. But, as she looked at the clock she realized that it was still his day.

"Whatever you want Master," she said submissively.

He took her hand and led her to the bed. As he laid her down he kissed her deeply, inhaling her sent. He loved the way she smelled. Then while he continued to kiss her he reached down to the side of the bed and grabbed the cuff and before she could respond had cuffed her hands to the top of the bed.

"Ooh baby," she said. "What are you doing?"

"Well, slave, for what I have in mind I think you need to be helpless." He said. Now she was getting a little bit worried. After everything he'd already done to her today, what else did he have in mind? She couldn't help but feel a little fear as he cuffed her legs spread apart to the bottom of the bed.

"We've got about 45 minutes left of the day," he said. "I think we should use that time to see just how many times you can cum?"

With that he pulled out the rabbit vibrator they had bought. She had forgotten about that. He lubed it up, and the carefully inserted it into her still wet pussy.

"I hear these things are supposed to be pretty incredible," he said.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked warily.

"Well, slave, I'm going to turn this on to one of the nice random patterns and then I'm going to just sit here and watch. When the clock hits midnight, I'll stop it, but not a second before."

Oh shit! She thought to herself. What had she gotten herself into? She was about to say something when the rabbit started its thrusting and swirling and buzzing.

He could tell just by the way that her eyes screwed shut that this little bunny must be something special. His wife's breathing was increasing rapidly, her nipples returning to full erectness.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Feels so good."

He watched as his wife's arousal rose. At 11:20, after only five minutes her first orgasm hit. Her body went wild, her pussy squeezing tightly against the shaft of the toy inside her and then the torture began. The little bunny just kept going, the buzzing, thrusting and swirling pushing her body to its next orgasm even before the current one stopped. Normally this is where he would have stopped and let her catch her breath in their normal love making, but not today. Today he watched as she was driven up the mountain of orgasm again. It didn't take long before she was cumming again.

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!" she screamed out as her body came hard. Every muscle in her body contracting, her hips thrusting uncontrollably in the air.

The next one took longer, her body now so sensitive that the sensations of the rabbit were driving her insane. He watched as wave after wave of orgasm came, he was amazed at how many orgasms this little toy gave her in the 40 minutes. By the time midnight rolled around she was a sweaty, sticky mess. She was mumbling incoherently and then just before midnight hit she had a massive orgasm. As he watched, every muscle in her body clenched, and liquid shot from her pussy.




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"SHIT, SHIT, STOP, STOP! NO MORE!" she screamed, and then she passed out from the force of the orgasm. He quickly took out the vibrator and undid the restraints, worried. He checked to make sure she was still breathing -- she was. After just a few seconds she returned to consciousness.

"Holy shit! That was intense," he said to her.

"You have no idea," she said. "I have never, ever been that stimulated in my entire life. It was incredible, but please don't ever do that again."

"I promise." He said and bent down to kiss her. "Goodnight my love."

"Goodnight." She said as she snuggled in close to him. She could feel his hard cock poking against her ass. "Sleep well, I hope you enjoyed your day." 



Slave for a Day



Author's Note: This story is a direct continuation of my earlier story 'A Very Sexy Night In' so you might want to read that first to gain a little context. However I feel this story still stands on its own pretty well too. Enjoy! : ) 

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Ever since that fateful Friday night, Jack had barely been able to keep the events that had taken place out of his mind. That evening he, along with his girlfriend Lauren and several of their friends had played a board game that had perpetrated an amazing orgy which had blown his mind.

Things had been a little awkward the next day, but Jack did not mind as the night's activities seemed to have sprung an incredible sexual awakening from Lauren. Although she had started the evening nervously, by the end of the night he did not think he had ever seen her more aroused and the sight of her hungrily eating her first pussy was an image Jack could not put to the back of his mind without an enormous amount of mental strength.

Their sex life since that night had also been truly unbelievable. They would often spend hours cuddling in bed reviewing that evening, as well as discussing who else they would like to join them under the covers. This would inevitably lead to a bout of hot passionate love making late into the night. 

However it was a fortnight later that Jack's mind would be spinning out of control once again. He and Lauren were sitting in the garden enjoying the late evening sunshine with a drink and talking about their weekend plans when he received a text message.

Hi sexy hope you haven't forgotten your little forfeit ;). Be at mine at 10 tomorrow so we can have some more fun. Don't be late SLAVE. Kirsty xx.

Jack instantly began to feel his groin stirring as he read the message; he certainly hadn't forgotten his forfeit. During their shenanigans two weeks ago, he had been forced to draw a forfeit card that allowed their friend Kirsty to use him as her sex slave on the day of her choosing. Now it seemed she was cashing in.

Kirsty was one of Lauren's best friends and just thinking about the stunning blonde had made Jack almost instantly hard ever since that evening. She had shown the kind of kinkiness and sexual appetite that Jack had previously thought only existed in the porn he had indulged in during his teenage years. The way she had taken control of the evenings events had blown Jack's mind and he was sure that the game would not have taken the path it did without her input. 

Now almost all of Jack's fantasies were centred around her and he was sure Lauren also knew this judging by the number of times she mentioned her during their nocturnal discussions. Often while she was lying on top of him, slowly grinding her wet box onto his cock while Jack sucked on her huge D cup breasts she would mutter in his ear, 'don't you wish Kirsty was here right now watching us fuck?' This would invariably lead to Jack shooting his load deep into her pussy.

"Who was that babe?" Lauren queried as she eloquently sipped on her glass of white wine. "Oh nothing important," Jack responded nonchalantly. "Just something from work that's cropped up." Although she had raised no objections when he had drawn the forfeit and they had both discussed in detail the possibility of experimenting with multiple partners again, Jack wasn't sure whether Lauren would approve of him running off to play with her best friend alone. He figured that if he was going to follow through with this he would have to be somewhat creative with the truth.

"Well that's ok then so long as it's not important," she said leaning her face across towards Jack's. "Now I hope you're ready to fuck me even harder than last night. Let's see if we can really wake the neighbours this time."

After another late night of steamy sex, Jack got up at around 8 o clock and with an air of nervous anticipation and got ready for what he hoped would be another exciting day. Before he left he went upstairs to bring Lauren a mug of coffee, only to find her enjoying a weekend lie in still huddled naked under the duvet.

"I'm off out now baby, I've got to help Dad fix his car. Sounds like the carburettors busted so it could be a long fix. Hopefully I won't be too long but I might not make it back till this evening."

Jack felt more than a tinge of guilt at having to lie to Lauren. He realised that he was probably jeopardising his relationship by going behind her back to meet Kirsty. However as she grunted quietly and rolled over in bed, he put all negative thoughts to the back of his mind and set off.

Kirsty's house was a short drive away in a nice suburb on the other side of town. As he pulled up on the short drive way he remembered how impressed he had been last time he had been here with Lauren. Although it looked quite small from the front, on the inside it was deceptively spacious and Jack remembered thinking whatever Kirsty did for a living, she obviously did well for herself. Heart pounding, Jack approached the front door and after a short wait it swung open. 

"Oh good morning," Kirsty said greeting him at the door with a delicious smile. Despite looking quite dishevelled and out of breath from her morning run, there was still no hiding her sparkling and bubbly personality. "I hope you are looking forward to this as much as I am!" Jack could only smile weekly in response.

"Right let's go over a few rules first," she continued as she led Jack into her spacious living room. "Since you are my slave for the day you must obey my every command. Secondly since you are here for my pleasure only you will always refer to me as Mistress. Breaking these rules will result in punishment." The piercing glint in her green eyes sent Jack a very clear message not to break these rules. "Is that clear?"

"Yes Kirs... Mistress," he stuttered in reply.

"Good, now that's out the way, stand up and strip for me slave, I want to see exactly what my prize is for the day." 

Jack stayed glued to the sofa, feeling almost paralysed by Kirsty's sudden forwardness. 

"Well what are you waiting for? I didn't want to have to break out the whip this early but if that's what you want!" This last comment quickly swung Jack into action. Hastily he kicked off his trainers and took off his socks. It felt as if the eyes of a thousand people were watching as he stood up and removed his t-shirt, before nervously fumbling with his belt buckle and pulling down his jeans. Finally he pulled down his boxers to nervously reveal his flaccid cock.

"Hmm not a bad at all," Kirsty commented as she eyed up Jack's toned body like a piece of meat. "How long have you been working out?" She said as she gave his butt a playful slap. "Anyhow, let's go upstairs so we can really have some fun." 

As she began to lead Jack towards the hallway, Kirsty suddenly turned back on herself. "Oh wait there's one more thing," she said as out of nowhere she produced a black leather collar. As she placed it on his neck, Jack could clearly see the word 'slave' emblazoned on it silver lettering. After attaching a matching lead, Kirsty finally led Jack, naked and humiliated up the stairs.

"Okay first things first slave I'm gonna need a bath after my run this morning so you're going to run it for me," Kirsty said as she led Jack down the landing. "You better make sure the water temperature is absolutely perfect or they'll be trouble!" She led Jack into the bathroom where he immediately saw the bath and shower combo. "Oh and there better be plenty of bubbles in there, don't think you're getting the satisfaction of seeing me naked slave!" With that she left and Jack was alone in the bathroom.

Jack quickly turned on the taps and began to fill the tub, taking care to make sure the water wasn't too hot or too cold. As it began to fill up, he also added some bubble bath and soon the bath was almost full to the brim and frothing at the surface.

"Well slave let's see how you got on slave," said Kirsty as she re-entered the bathroom covered only by a white, fluffy towel. "Don't think you're going to see me that easily!" she continued as she began to unwrap her towel. "Turn around and kneel on the floor, and don't even think of peeking!" Like an obedient dog, Jack did as he was told and all he could hear was a faint splash as Kirsty disrobed and entered the water.

"Okay slave you can turn around now," called Kirsty. As Jack rotated his body all he could see was her head bobbing above the water with the rest of her body completely submerged beneath the bubbles. "Hmmm that's pretty good well done slave," she said as she luxuriated in the water. "Now stay kneeled down there in case your Mistress needs you for anything else." 

Silently Jack knelt for what felt like an age as Kirsty continued to indulge herself. He could feel his arousal building inside him and his body was aching with desperation as he yearned to see the gorgeous body that was so close to him. His vigil was only interrupted once to fetch his Mistress a drink from the fridge.

"Right slave I think I'm just about done here, go wait for me downstairs." Jack felt a smidgen of disappointment at these words as he had secretly hoping that Kirsty might have required her slave to hold out her towel for her as she got out the bath, finally allowing him to glimpse at her tight frame.

When Kirsty re-entered the living room a short while later, it was clear that her sexy confidence had fully returned. Her straight shoulder length platinum blonde hair was now tied back in a neat pony tail whilst the tight leather jacket she was wearing accentuated her tight stomach and firm C cup breasts. Her outfit was completed by some skin tight black PVC leggings and pair of dark heels that just screamed sexiness.

"You're doing well so far slave," Kirsty said as she strutted elegantly in front of Jack. "Now you can come back upstairs and see if you can keep it up." 

As they reached the master bedroom, Jack's feeling of humiliation quickly turned to apprehension. His heart began to pound against his chest as he wondered what lay in store for him. However instead of the multitude of bondage equipment he had been dreading, his eyes were met with a perfectly normal bedroom.

"Ok slave," Kirsty said as she temporarily unhitched the leash from Jack's collar, "I'm feeling a bit stiff after my run this morning so you're going to give me a massage." She began to remove her leather jacket revealing underneath a strapless black PVC top that fell just short of her pierced belly button and emphasised her toned stomach perfectly. Jack simply looked on in awe as his penis began to stiffen. "There's some oil on the counter over there you can use," she continued as she lay face down on the bed.

Tentatively Jack moved over and began to pour a small amount of the perfumed massage oil onto his trembling hands before working the oil over Kirsty's neck and upper back. As he stroked his hands gently across her shoulders and arms Jack was amazed with the firmness of her body, a testament to the work the blonde put in in the gym.

"Mmm your much better at this than I thought you would be slave, keep going," mumbled Kirsty as she closed her eyes and began to relax on the bed.

Cautiously Jack moved his hands down towards her mid back which was still covered by her black top. Being careful to always maintain contact with her body, he moved his hands as soothingly as he could across Kirsty's back. As he pushed and pulled gently on her skin, she would occasionally illicit a soft gasp of approval which only spurred Jack on. 

Slowly he continued to move his hands downwards until they were now placed on Kirsty's uncovered lower back. He used his fingers to firmly push down into her soft skin and release as much tension as he could from her tired muscles, making sure not to put too much pressure onto her lower spine. Eventually as he continued to gently knead her body, Jack reached the bottom of Kirsty's back and began to take his hands off her body.

"Don't stop there slave," Kirsty said looking up from her position on the bed. "My legs are just as stiff as the rest of me." Jack's heart really started to race at this instruction. Kirsty's pert ass was just as perfect as the rest of her firm body and he really needed no invitation to venture towards it. Gradually Jack began to move the palms of his hands onto Kirsty's legging clad butt, taking one cheek in each hand before firmly squeezing and pressing them as if he was making a sculpture out of clay.

"Oooh I bet you're enjoying this slave!" Kirsty cooed as Jack continued to massage her ass. He could not believe how firm and round it was as his hands continued to roam subconsciously around her. Eventually he decided he may have outstayed his welcome and ventured down to Kirsty's thighs. He firmly manipulated her soft skin, attempting to remove as much pressure as possible from her muscles. Finally he finished the massage by giving her calves a deep soothing rub down. 

"Hmmm not bad slave, not bad at all," Kirsty said as she got up and put her leather jacket back on. "If you keep that kind of performance up for the rest of the day then your Mistress will be very pleased," she continued as she began to circle her slave. "However I think you enjoyed yourself a bit too much there," she said sternly as she held Jack by his arms and stared intently into his eyes. "Groping my ass like that for that long. You realise you are here for my pleasure not your own don't you slave!?" As she finished she looked down to Jack's growing erection with a disdainful look.

"Yes Mistress."

"Good I'm glad that's clear," she said as she released Jack from her grasp. "As you agree with that I'm sure you'll also agree that you need to be punished for your misdemeanour, I can't have my slave stepping out of line."

"Yes Mistress," Jack murmured in response.

"Good slave," the blonde said as she walked across to her bedroom dresser. "Now to decide your punishment we are going to use this." She picked up a dice off the counter and handed it to Jack. "Well roll it slave let's find out what's in store for you."

Nervously Jack picked up the dice and rolled it across the bed. It eventually ground to a halt on four. "Ooh interesting slave," Kirsty said with a wry smirk. "Now roll it again and we'll see what's really in store for you." Jack rolled the dice again, with it this time landing on a five. "Well slave you've decided part of your punishment," she continued as her smirk changed into a grin. "The two numbers on the dice decide how many spanks you're getting. A four and a five multiplied together is twenty so that's twenty spanks for you slave." 

Jack didn't think this was too bad. He'd already been on the receiving end of a spanking from Kirsty and he vividly remembered how hard his cock had become as she had run her hands all over his ass.

"Now we just have to find out how you receive your spanking slave," she continued as she reached under her bed and pulled out a medium sized wooden trunk. Jack's eyes lit up in horror as he saw the contents of the case. Inside Kirsty had a rich variety of spanking implements with varying degrees severity. At one end of the scale there was a large fluffy looking pink feather, however the rest of the devices there looked far more damaging. These included what appeared to be a black riding crop as well as a paddle coated in deep red leather, a black suede flogger and a brutal looking wooden cane. The stakes had really been raised now.

"Roll the dice slave, and let's see what you get on your ass." After each whipping device was assigned a number on the dice, with Kirsty's bare hand being given number six, Jack rolled the dice for a third time. 

"Well that's a three slave, looks like you're getting the pleasure of my paddle on your butt; let's see how red we can make it!" Kirsty quickly grabbed the paddle out of the trunk before motioning for Jack to bend over her lap as she sat on the bed.

"Kiss the paddle for me slave," she commanded as she held the paddle out in front of Jack's face. "Show me how much you want to feel it on your ass." Reluctantly Jack craned his neck forward and planted his lips on the soft, red leather. "Good boy I can see you really want your punishment!" Quickly Kirsty yanked the paddle away from Jack's mouth and started to rub it sensuously against his bare behind.

"Haven't you been a naughty slave feeling your mistress's ass like that," said Kirsty as she continued to tease Jack with the paddle.

"Yes Mistress," he stuttered nervously trying to anticipate the first blow.

"Make sure you count each spank out loud for me slave, don't let me lose count." With that Kirsty quickly slammed the paddle down into Jacks ass as hard as she could.

"Aghh one Mistress," yelped Jack as he was taken by surprise by the hardness of the paddle.

"Well done slave only nineteen more to go," giggled Kirsty as she went back to rubbing Jack slowly. "You're my property for the day slave, don't you dare feel me up like that again." She finished by smashing the paddle back down onto Jack's ass.

"Yes two Mistress!" Jack screamed in anguish as a burning hot sensation shot through his behind. 

"Do you think that Lauren would approve of you gawping at her best friend and feeling her ass?!" The paddle made a loud swoosh as it flew through the air and slammed down into Jack. Despite the punishment he was taking, Kirsty could clearly feel Jack's cock beginning to harden against her thigh. She smiled to herself as she realised just how submissive Jack was.

"Oww three no Mistress," he muttered as he struggled to hold back a tear from the pain that was soaring through his ass.

Eventually Jack had taken all twenty strokes and he was finally able to get off of Kirsty's lap and rub his sore behind.

"Well done slave you took your punishment well," said Kirsty as she put the paddle away. "Why don't you take a look at the damage in the mirror," she finished leading Jack over the full length mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

Jack was absolutely horrified as he saw the result of his punishment for himself. His ass was now a deep shade of red where it had been repeatedly smacked with the paddle.

"Oooh my poor little slave," Kirsty cooed with a devilish grin on her face as she ran her hand all over Jack's throbbing behind. "Let's hope we don't need to punish you again or it could get much worse than that." With that she reattached Jack's lead and led him out onto the landing.

"Right all my slaves have to properly cleaned so first things first this has to go." Jack looked down in horror as he saw Kirsty pointing towards his pubic hair.

"But Kirsty isn't this all a bit much surely..."

"Silence slave!" Kirsty responded giving Jack a quick painful slap across his behind. "Remember my rules, if you break them ago things are gonna get even more painful for you."

"Sorry Mistress," Jack said cautiously bowing his head.

"Now," Kirsty continued leading Jack into the bathroom. "After that little outburst it doesn't look like you can be trusted so we're going to have to use these," she finished, bringing out a pair of black leather wrist cuffs with a thin metal chain dangling between them. 

After forcing Jack into the shower she forced his hands above his head and secured the handcuffs so that they were held in place by the shower head. "If I were you I'd keep very still now, we wouldn't want to cut that fine cock of yours would we?" Jack could see the mischievous grin on Kirsty's face as she pulled out a pair of sharp looking scissors, which only heightened tension in his body.

Kirsty began to methodically trim the hair around Jack's cock and balls, freely moving his shaft from side to side as she attempted to gain the best angle for trimming. As she continued to manhandle his package, Jack could feel himself becoming uncontrollably hard with the sharp blades mere millimetres from his cock.




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"Wow you are enjoying this aren't you?" Kirsty commented with a wide grin as Jack's erection pointed out at her. "Seems you really are a little submissive!" 

With her trimming complete, Kirsty went to the bathroom cupboard to find what she needed next. "Perhaps we should use these instead," she said grinning whilst clutching a packet of wax strips, causing Jack to look mortified. Instead she grabbed a can of shaving foam from the counter and began to squirt a generous amount over Jack's groin.

As she massaged the foam gently into his package, Kirsty began to tease Jack, slowly stroking his shaft and causing him to illicit a small moan.

"I bet you'd love it if I just kept stroking you," she said as Jack's breathing got heavier and heavier. "I'd bet your desperate to come aren't you?" Jack frantically nodded his head as his slow torture continued. "Ha you didn't think I'd let you have it that easily did you?" The blonde laughed as she took her hands off Jack's cock and picked up her razor.

Slowly she began to remove the hair from around his groin, gently stroking the blade across Jack's skin. As the razor inched closer to his manhood, Jack could feel his heart pounding at a hundred miles an hour making it even more difficult to keep still. Eventually Kirsty began to remove the hairs from the base of Jack's shaft, coolly yanking his stiff cock around in order to get the best possible angle.

"No fidgeting now," Kirsty said smirking as she cautiously moved the razor towards Jack's balls. Painstakingly, she moved the razor around Jack's ball sack, taking off a tiny amount of hair before she would rinse off the blade and repeat the process. As she swept the blade across Jack's scrotum, she felt the whole of his body tense up in anticipation. As he felt the blonde stretching his ball sack to get the closest possible shave, Jack could only assume that he wasn't the first guy that Kirsty had done this to.

After running her hands around his package and deciding she was satisfied with her work, Kirsty turned her attention to Jack's ass. Spreading his cheeks, she applied a generous amount of shaving foam to his crack before picking up the razor and recommencing her work. Painstakingly, she shaved the hair from around Jack's tight rosebud, only pausing to rinse off the blade. Once she had finished she moved down to the skin between Jack's balls and asshole, making sure the area was completely smooth before wiping away any remaining foam.

"Now doesn't that look better," she said admiring her work. Jack didn't know what to say as he looked down to see his throbbing erection now completely bare of any hair. 

"Okay slave, follow me back to the bedroom," Kirsty commanded as she undid Jack's handcuffs and picked up his lead. "Oh and get down on your knees, I want to see you crawl like the submissive little slut you know you are." Obediently Jack complied with his Mistress's wishes and got down on his knees as he left the bathroom. His cock certainly wasn't hiding how much he was enjoying the way Kirsty was treating him.

"Right get up on the bed, I think you've earned a little reward slave," she continued. Eagerly Jack complied with Kirsty's demands and was soon lying face up on the bed. "I think I'm going to use these again slave," Kirsty said holding up several more sets of wrist cuffs similar to the ones she had used to restrain Jack in the bathroom. "We've already seen today what your hands can do if they're not properly restrained." In no time at all she had Jack cuffed spread eagled on the bed completely at her mercy.

"Oh my just look at your cock," Kirsty said grinning to herself as she grabbed the bottom of Jack's engorged seven inch shaft. "You're really enjoying your day so far aren't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress," Jack groaned in response as Kirsty tightened her grip around the base of his cock. "Well since you've been such an obedient slave for the most part I think it's only fair that you feel a bit of pleasure now," she began to cup and massage his balls with her free hand as she gently stroked his shaft. "I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes... Mistress," Jack gasped as his breathing got heavier and heavier.

"Good, well I think we are going to play a little game then," she said as she released her grasp on Jack's cock and walked across the room. "If you can guess what I'm touching your cock with whilst wearing this," she held up a padded velvet blindfold. "Then you'll keep getting pleasure and I might even let you come, but you have to keep guessing right!"

Kirsty quickly slipped the blindfold over Jack's eyes before jumping up onto the bed herself, straddling her captive's torso facing away from him. 

"Okay slave I hope you're ready," she said absolutely revelling in the control she had over Jack. Suddenly Jack felt a light a gentle tickling sensation around the head of his dick. He gasped with pleasure as he felt the softness being stroked down the underside of his cock before feeling it lightly run around his tight ball sack, causing him struggle slightly against his bonds.

"That's the feather that was in the case with the rest of you spanking gear Mistress," he said confidently as he felt it run back up the underside of his cock.

"Very good slave," Kirsty said as she moved the pink feather away from his bulging cock. The next thing Jack heard was faint buzzing and it quickly became to him what the next item was. He first felt the vibration circling around the inside of his ass cheeks before they centred on his tight asshole. At first the sensation on his rosebud was quite unnerving to Jack but as it continued to probe around his opening, he decided he quite enjoyed the sensation. Gradually he felt the pulsations moved around his smooth balls before they ran up and down his shaft causing him to gently moan in appreciation.

"I think that was a vibrator Mistress," he said, desperate for his state of bliss to continue.

"Hmm your good at this game slave," Kirsty responded switching off her thin purple vibrator.

Again Jack suddenly felt a warm softness wrapped round the base of his cock. As it continued to envelope and move up and down his shaft, he realised it must be a fabric of some sort in Kirsty's hand as she stroked his cock. Gradually she began to increase the speed of her movements, and Jack could feel the precum just starting to seep out the top of his cock when she finally pulled away.

"Was that a pair of panties mistress?" Jack enquired breathlessly.

"Very good slave. Let's see if you can get the next one." 

All of a sudden a wave of ecstasy ran through every fibre of Jack's body as he felt a warm wetness engulf his package. He let out a loud moan as Kirsty's lips wrapped round his cock and sucked him eagerly. Jack could feel the back of Kirsty's throat as she took all seven inches of his manhood in her mouth, and he could not believe the sensations he was feeling. With a firm grasp on the base of his shaft Kirsty then began to bob her head up and down on his cock, taking extra care to suck lovingly on its head when she reached the top. She then turned her attention to Jack's balls, taking special care to suck on each one individually whilst still teasingly stroking his shaft. Jack could now feel his orgasm building inside him and knew it was only matter of time before he shot his load. However just as he was perilously close to the edge, Kirsty took her mouth away from his package.

"Did you enjoy that slave?" Kirsty teased, knowing how close Jack was to cumming. "Let's see if you can get this last one, then maybe you will get to come."

Out of nowhere Jack felt a suddenly felt a rush coldness over his cock that caused his whole body to jolted in surprise. As Kirsty continued to run a handful of ice cubes all over his dick, Jack found the sensation of the melting ice surprisingly enjoyable. It was such a contrast the warmth of Kirsty's mouth but he could only feel his cock hardening as the tension built up in his groin.

"Ha you didn't really think I was going to let you cum did you slave?" Kirsty grinned as she stepped off the bed, knowing how close to release her captive was. "I think I better leave you for a while to cool down, we wouldn't you to get my bed sheets dirty just yet would we?"

With that she placed what remained of the ice cubes on Jack's nipples before leaving the bedroom, with Jack remaining cuffed to bed and his cock aching. He couldn't believe how close to orgasm she had taken him, but absolutely loved the way she was teasing him.

After what seemed like an age, Kirsty finally re-entered the bedroom and released Jack from his bonds.

"Come on slave," she said reattaching the lead to Jack's collar. "Let's get you down stairs, I'm not done with you yet." Once again she led him down the stairs, her slave crawling obediently behind her.

"You must be hungry slave, you haven't eaten all day," the blond said as she led Jack into the kitchen. Temporarily dropping Jack's leash, she strutted over to the fridge. "Hmm I know exactly what you'd like slave," she continued as she began to rummage through the shelves. Moments later she turned back to Jack smirking mischievously. "Well slave how would you fancy some of this?" She held out a pot of strawberry yoghurt as she closed the fridge door. "I should probably make you eat it straight out a bowl like the slave that you are," she said as she took off her leather jacket. "However I think I've got a better idea." Jack stood there silently, completely perplexed at what Kirsty was suggesting. However what happened next caught him totally off guard.

Slowly Kirsty turned away from him and began to remove her top, unzipping it at the back. Jack looked down to his erection quickly returning as she let her top slip down her torso, before falling to the floor.

When she turned round, Kirsty's C cup breasts looked just as fabulous as the last time Jack had seen them. They seemed to defy gravity as they jutted out proudly from her chest without a hint of sagging, and Jack was amazed with how their firmness seemed to match the rest of Kirsty's toned body. Each tit was topped off by a medium sized pink areola and delicious looking nipple. Jack also noted the complete lack of tan lines on Kirsty's chest, and the thought of her outside sunbathing topless made him practically salivate.

"What are you staring at slave?" Kirsty said grinning as she cupped her boobs and ran her fingers seductively over her nipples. Quickly she jumped up and sat on the kitchen counter, before proceeding to pour the yoghurt all over her scintillating torso.

"Well are you hungry or not slave?" She said staring deeply into Jack's eyes as the pink fluid dripped down her chest. "Make sure you don't miss a drop." Jack needed no more invitation and immediately moved towards where Kirsty was sitting. Without any hesitation he took a long deep lick down the side of Kirsty's stomach, devouring the strawberry flavoured yoghurt he encountered.

"Good boy," Kirsty gasped as she rocked her head backwards and enjoyed the tongue bath she was receiving. Methodically Jack continued to run his tongue across her tummy, merrily lapping at any yoghurt he encountered. He paid special attention to the blonde's pierced belly button, feeling Kirsty's whole body seize up as he carefully probed his tongue around it.

Satisfied her stomach was clean; Jack then turned his attention to the upper half of Kirsty's torso. He began by running his tongue delicately across her collarbone, scooping up as much yoghurt as he could before moving down towards her tits. 

Spurred on by Kirsty's gentle groans of pleasure, Jack waved his tongue down her cleavage like a fine paintbrush, teasing his Mistress before finally taking a long steady lick down the side of her breast. He continued this pattern and keenly slurped around each breast in turn whilst deliberately avoiding her begging nipples, trying to get some revenge for the way she had unmercifully teased his cock earlier. Soon he could feel her nails digging into the back of his shoulders as she desperately tried to keep his head in place.

Eventually Jack gave in and began by delicately flicking the underside of her right nipple with the tip of his tongue. After continuing to tease her for a bit, he finally dived in and gave her nipple a long loving suck. Within moments he had it rock hard and was using his teeth to gently clamp down on it. When he was satisfied that her right breast was completely clean, Jack moved to the other side. As he lovingly sucked and lapped away at her left nipple, he continued to pay attention to her other side by using his hand to squeeze and fondle her right breast. He just loved the way her firm tit fitted so perfectly into the palm of his hand and soon Kirsty's moans of delight were becoming very vocal as she was unable to hide her enjoyment any longer.

"Well I hoped you enjoyed your meal slave," panted Kirsty, clearly short of breath after the tongue bath she had received. "Looks to me like you did," she said looking down at Jack's cock which was once again rock solid. "How about we move onto the main course now." Slowly Kirsty reached down towards the crotch of her leggings and pulled open a zipped opening that Jack hadn't notice before, revealing her gorgeous shaved snatch. 

Jack needed no further instruction. Instinctively he knelt down so that his head was at the same level as Kirsty's pussy as she continued to perch on the kitchen counter. As he took in took in a full view of her opening for the first time Jack was sure he could see the light glistening of moisture on her outer lips and taking that as encouragement, dived straight in a took a long, deep lick across her box. He loved the way her silky smooth lips felt against his tongue as he continued to run his tongue along her labia, gently flicking her clit hood as reached the top of her mound.

"Oh god you're good at this slave!" Kirsty cried, clearly becoming delirious at the attention her pussy was getting. Spurred on by her moans, Jack started to delve a little deeper into Kirsty's snatch. He started to push the tip of his tongue inside her box, revelling in her sweet scent as he explored the inside of her pussy. He soon felt Kirsty's hands clamped firmly to the back of his head as he continued to eat her out.

Just as Kirsty's screams of pleasure were becoming deafening and Jack could sense her climax was approaching they were both stopped in their tracks by a loud, sharp ringing noise that could not be mistaken for anything other than the doorbell.

"Hmmm slave I never thought you'd be such a good pussy licker good job," said Kirsty as she smiled contently and ran a single finger up and down her drenched slit. "But now I think you better answer that, we've got a surprise visitor and I think you better let them in." Jack's entire body froze up. He stayed kneeling on the floor staring up at Kirsty unable to comprehend what he had been told to do. It was one thing getting dominated by Kirsty but he didn't feel comfortable being humiliated by someone else. "Did I ever say you had a choice slave? Get a move on!" Kirsty said sharply, clearly becoming impatient as she came down from her orgasmic state.

Knowing he had no choice in the matter, Jack reluctantly got up and began to trudge slowly out of the kitchen. With his mouth still covered in Kirsty's juices and his cock rock hard he didn't think he had ever felt more humiliated and as he approached the front door, he could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he saw a dark silhouette through the crinkled glass. 

"Well someone looks like they've been busy today." Jack's jaw dropped as he saw Lauren staring back at him as he opened the door. "Come on then slave, show me to your mistress," the voluptuous brunette smirked at Jack's predicament as she stepped through the front door and took hold of the leash that was still attached to his collar. The blue vest top Lauren was wearing did nothing to hide her curvy figure whilst the short denim skirt showed off her nicely tanned legs beautifully. "Do you have a guest for me then slave?" Kirsty said as Lauren led Jack into the living room where the blonde was now laid out on the sofa, still topless and crotch less. "Well isn't this a nice surprise!"

"I hope you haven't been going easy on him," Lauren grinned, clearly taking amusement at the situation her boyfriend was in.

"Oh don't worry I haven't," Kirsty responded nonchalantly. "But I think he's enjoyed himself too, it's amazing how submissive he is." She finished, reaching out and running her hand along the underside of Jack's bulging erection. "In fact I think he needs to be punished again for running off today without telling you."

"Oh definitely," smirked Lauren as she reached down and playfully patted her partner's ass. "He's been a very bad boy."

"Good," said Kirsty as she got up and left the living room, leaving Jack and Lauren alone together.

"I can't believe you actually went through with this," Lauren whispered seductively into Jack's ear. "It's been making me so wet all day, thinking about what you've been up to."

"You knew about this?" Jack responded, looking stunned.

"Of course," she replied smirking. "Kirsty's my best friend; do you really think she would do something like this with you behind my back? I've been in on this all along, and I can't wait to see what she's gonna do with you now."

Lauren's last comment caused Jack's throbbing member to only harden further, and almost distracted him from the noise of clinking heels as Kirsty approached the living room door. As she came into full view, Lauren gasped and Jack's whole body began to tremble with excitement. The stunning blonde was now completely naked, apart from the shiny black heels she had been wearing earlier. However there was one notable addition to her attire. Strapped to her waist was an eight inch pink coloured dildo, held in place by a formidable looking black leather harness.

"Like what you see slave?" Kirsty said grinning wickedly. Sensing Jack's nervousness, she began to suggestively stroke the shaft of her strap on with one hand. "Don't worry your ass is safe for now, but I bet your girlfriend wouldn't mind feeling a real cock for a change. Now get her undressed for me."

Without hesitation Lauren got up off the sofa and kicked off the black flip flops adorning her feet, before presenting herself to her boyfriend. Feeling slightly humiliated, Jack put his hands on Lauren's waist and slowly began to peel off her vest top. Lauren lifted her arms towards the ceiling to allow it to come over her head, revealing a black bra hiding her large D-cup breasts from view.

"Now the bra slave," snapped Kirsty who was eagerly eyeing Lauren's body. "But use only your teeth." Jack reluctantly moved behind his girlfriend and craned his neck down to where her bra clasp was. With great difficulty, he prized the clasp between his teeth and after several seconds he managed to unhook it. Lauren lifted her arms once again allowing her bra to fall to the floor at her feet, revealing her fabulous chest. Her tits only sagged slightly without the support of her bra and her large dark nipples matched the rest of her tanned complexion.

"Hmm I'd forgotten how wonderful these were," Kirsty murmured as she stepped forward and gently kneaded Lauren's chest, gaining an appreciative smile from her friend. "Well don't stop there slave." With his erection still jutting out in front of him, Jack continued to undress his girlfriend. He quickly unbuttoned her skirt, and was soon pulling the denim material down her smooth, golden thighs.

"Ok slave kneel in front of your girlfriend like the submissive slut you know you are," commanded Kirsty as Lauren stepped out of her skirt leaving her just wearing a sky blue thong. "Now get those panties off your teeth," she finished. With his head roughly level with Lauren's waist, it did not take too much effort for Jack to take hold of the waistband of Lauren's thong. At first he had to pull down quite hard but soon it was slipping easily down her thighs. As he pulled them down, Jack's nose pushed through the neat triangular patch of pubic hair just above Lauren's pussy. He also took in the familiar sweet, musky scent of her arousal. 




Slave for a Day



"Well done slave," Kirsty commented as Lauren stepped out her underwear leaving herself completely naked. "See what an obedient pet he is Lauren? Didn't even say a word."

"I know," she replied smiling down at Jack as he continued to kneel at her feet. "And he knows how wet he is making me," she finished noticing the thin layer of her juices on Jack's nose.

"Oh I think he can do much better than that," Kirsty quickly responded grinning playfully. "Tell him exactly what you want baby, he's such a depraved slut he'll do anything you say."

"I can imagine," Lauren said grinning wickedly. "Ok slave lick my pussy." After a seconds hesitation Jack began to run his tongue along his girlfriend's pussy, taking long, very gently licks from the top of her snatch to the bottom.

"Tell him exactly what you want girl," Kirsty said as she casually took a seat on the sofa. "Remember he's our pet and needs to be trained."

"Harder slave," Lauren said firmly, clearly growing into her domineering role. Jack responded in earnest, increasing the firmness of his forays as he darted his tongue across each of her outer lips in turn. As he continued his attacks on her pussy, Lauren's taste became more and more prominent on the tip of his tongue, and he was sure he could feel her thighs shaking as her arousal increased.

"How does that feel baby?" Kirsty asked as she squeezed one of her nipples between her two fingers. "Is my pet well trained?"

"God yes," gasped Lauren as her head fell back in ecstasy at the tongue bath her pussy was receiving. Jack continued to lap away at his girlfriend's pussy, moving his tongue from the bottom to the top of her box and finishing each lick by gently flicking her clit. "Put your tongue inside me," she moaned desperately trying to maintain her composure.

"Say it like you mean it darling," Kirsty said as she enjoyed the show. "Remember he's a dirty slave and needs to know his place.

"Fuck my pussy with your tongue slave," Lauren commanded. "Show me what a good pet you are." 

Jack immediately began to move his tongue deeper into her pussy. Slowly at first, he moved his tongue in and out her pussy gradually increasing in pace until his girlfriend was shrieking in pleasure. Soon he could feel Lauren's fingers running through and gripping his hair and holding his head in place as he continued to devour her succulent pussy.

"Keep going slave," sneered Kirsty whose hardened nipples gave away her arousal at the performance she was witnessing. "I want that pussy nice and wet for my strap on." Jack continued to slam his tongue in and out of Lauren's box, with his girlfriend barely able to stand still as she writhed in pleasure.

"Rub my clit with your finger slave," Lauren yelled into between her rapturous moans. Sensing her impending orgasm, Jack began to rub Lauren's throbbing clit with his forefinger. With his partner's juices flowing into his open mouth, Jack began to probe as he deep into Lauren pussy, angling his tongue as he delved inside her. Meanwhile he was moving his finger in small circles on her clit causing Lauren's whole body to shake as she wailed her way towards climax.

"Oh fuck I think I'm cumming," Lauren screeched, her hands now forcefully pushing Jack's face into her pussy. Jack frantically continued his assault on her pussy. He desperately ran his tongue along the upper wall of her vagina in hope of finding her g-spot whilst his finger wildly rubbed her clit. With a deluge of juices coming onto Jack's face, Lauren finally erupted with a deafening high pitch screech. Gradually her grip on Jack's head began to relent and she began to gasp heavily for air.

"Well I think she enjoyed that slave," Kirsty said grinning. Jack had almost completely forgotten she was in the room he was so fixated on Lauren's pussy, but she too seemed to be struggling for breath from her voyeur position. "Thank your mistress for letting you service your girlfriend slave," she finished trying to regain her composure.

"Thank you Mistress," Jack replied, his jaw still aching from his exertions.

"No problem slave," said Kirsty getting up from the sofa and moving towards the couple. "But now I think it's time for you to give your first blowjob," she chuckled as she confidently ran her well groomed fingers along the dildo strapped to her waist. Jack looked absolutely horrified as the dildo edged closer to his cum covered face. "Make this cock nice and wet for your girlfriend's pussy slave."

"Suck that cock slave!" Lauren yelled and as Jack looked round to see his girlfriend rubbing her pussy his inhibitions finally dropped and he let the tip of the plastic cock pass his lips. It felt completely alien as the smooth shaft filled his mouth for the first time, causing him to gag violently initially before he was able to control his reflex and take around half of the dildo's eight inch length down his throat.

"Come on slave you can do better than that," called out Kirsty whilst trying to stifle a laugh as Jack struggled for air. He let the cock fully out of his mouth before taking a long, deep breath taking it back into his orifice. This time he was able to take a little more of the dildo into his mouth before feeling his gag reflex and pulling away, leaving a trail of saliva between his lips and the sex toy. "Just a little bit more slave," said Kirsty gently trying to encourage Jack. "Soon you'll be my perfect cock sucking slut." This time when the dildo slid into his mouth, Jack felt its tip touch the back of his throat. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he struggled for air as Kirsty held the plastic cock in place for several seconds before pulling out of Jack's mouth. "Well done slave I think you're a fully certified cock sucker now," she said grinning as Jack struggled to regain his breath.

"Don't stop now slave," commanded Kirsty as she ran her fingers up and down the shaft of her dildo. "I want this thing nice and wet." Now fully accustomed to his new role, Jack did not hesitate in taking it back into his mouth. It almost felt natural as his head bobbed up and down on the strap on, covering it in a thick coat of saliva. Soon he could feel Kirsty thrusting her hips towards him, forcing the dildo further into his aching Jaw.

"Oh god I can't wait to feel that inside me," groaned Lauren as she continued to play with herself. Her head rolled back as she thrust two fingers in and out of her sopping pussy.

"Well I don't think you'll be waiting long baby," Kirsty responded sexily. "Our little slave's doing a great job here." Jack had now taken the dildo out of his mouth and was running his tongue all over it to ensure its wetness. "Ooooh good slave I can almost feel that you're doing it so well," Kirsty mockingly moaned as Jack ran the length of his tongue along the underside of the shaft before gently flicking the head with the tip of his tongue.

"Ok slave I think I'm ready to fuck your girlfriend now," Kirsty said as Jack continued to bob his head up and down the dildo. "Beg me to fuck your girlfriend slave. Tell me much you want her to feel a real cock for a change," she finished as she pulled the strap on out of his mouth.

"Please fuck my girlfriend Mistress," Jack panted as he struggled to regain his breath, still on his knees. "Show her what a real cock feels like."

"I don't know slave, that wasn't very convincing," Kirsty sneered disapprovingly. "Say it like you really mean it."

"Please mistress," Jack pleaded now trying to sound as convincing as possible. "Fuck Lauren with your beautiful strap on my cock is so worthless in comparison."

"That's better slave," Kirsty smiled. "Tell me how you want your girlfriend fucked." The blonde looked round to see Lauren hunched up on the sofa rigorously playing with her clit. 

"Fuck her hard please Mistress," Jack begged. "Stretch her pussy like my useless cock never could." He felt his own erection spasm slightly as he uttered those words.

"Very well then slave," Kirsty said as she stroked the smooth pink shaft of her dildo, feeling its wetness. "Since you did such a good job sucking this dick I'll do as you wish. One thing first though." She grinned as she took Jack's leash and led him across to a wooden chair in the corner of the room. "We wouldn't want you enjoying the show too much now would we slave?" She said as she sat Jack in the chair. "These are to stop you playing with that worthless cock of yours," Kirsty grinned as she produced two sets of black leather wrist cuffs and used them secure Jack's wrists to the arms of the chair. Jack attempted to struggle against his bonds but quickly realised he was tightly secured with his rock hard cock now staring him in the face.

"Well now that's done we can have some real fun," Kirsty said smiling at Lauren as she strutted towards the voluptuous brunette. "I hope you're ready for this baby," she whispered as she planted a delicate kiss on the lips of her best friend.

"Oh god my pussy is so wet right now," muttered Lauren as she continued to rub her pussy.

"Good girl," replied Kirsty. "Now get ready for the fucking of a lifetime." She flashed Lauren her brilliant white teeth as she took her hand and led her off the sofa. "Kneel on the floor baby, you're gonna love this cock." Intoxicated by the blonde's words and her arousal, Lauren followed her command almost instantly and was quickly on all fours in the middle of the room.

"Mmm such a gorgeous pussy," murmured Kirsty as she scooted up behind Lauren on her knees and began to rub the head of her strap on up and down her friends soaked opening. "Tell me slave," she said sternly turning to Jack. "What should I do now?" 

"Fuck her pussy Mistress," replied Jack as the head of his cock continued to throb.

"Very well," Kirsty said. Slowly she began to press the head of the strap on into Lauren's pussy. The brunette let out a soft moan as she felt her snatch being filled by the dildo. "How does that feel baby?" Kirsty asked as she pushed deeper into her friend's pussy.

"Absolutely amazing," gasped Lauren, her eyes screwed up in pleasure as she felt the sex toy deeper inside her.

"Good," smiled Kirsty who now all the dildo's eight inch length buried inside Lauren. Slowly she pulled it all the way out of the brunette's pussy, before gently re-inserting it. She repeated this process gradually increase the force of her thrusts until soon her firm breasts were bouncing up and down as she fucked Lauren.

"Oh my god that feels so good," Lauren squealed in between deep moans, clearly taken aback by the girth of the dildo.

"Don't worry there's more where that came from," replied Kirsty as she continued to increase the pace of her assault on Lauren's pussy. "How's our slave in the corner liking it so far?"

Jack was almost completely speechless. Watching his girlfriend being pounded by her best friend had made his cock painfully hard and a light trickle of pre cum was now clearly visible coming out the end of his cock. He had never thought he would be able to cum without any physical stimulation of his dick but now he didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold out for.

"Oh fuck my pussy feels so full," cried Lauren as Kirsty continued to fuck her hard. The blonde was now using her hips to adjust the angle of her attacks on Lauren's pussy, sending the busty brunette into a whole new world of ecstasy.

"Is my baby gonna cum for me?" Kirsty asked, a thin layer of sweat now apparent on her forehead as she worked away at Lauren's pussy.

"Yes," the brunette moaned shrilly in reply, now barely coherent. Kirsty now moved her hips as close to Lauren's ass cheeks as she physically could, and bent right over and grabbed her friend's fabulous D-cup boobs. Lauren let out a long, deafening moan as Kirsty squeezed and pinched her dark nipples whilst continuing to thrust the strap on in and out her glistening box.

"Cum for me, my beautiful slut," Kirsty murmured huskily in the busty brunette's ear. Lauren was now holding herself up with one hand and furiously rubbing her clit with the other as she desperately tried to reach climax. Kirsty's words combined with the blonde rhythmically slamming the dildo into her pussy only encouraged her further.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!," shrieked Lauren who had given up trying to hold herself with her arms and was now resting her head on the floor as Kirsty ploughed her pussy from behind. Suddenly she let out a long rapturous moan that signalled her orgasm before taking several long, deep breaths of air. Slowly, Kirsty eased the dildo out of her best friend before planting a deep, sensual kiss on the small of her back.

"Looks like you really enjoyed that," Kirsty said grinning mischievously. A thin bead of sweat was visible running down her forehead as she too tried to recover her composure. "Perhaps our slave should clean this off?" Slowly the blonde approached the chair where Jack was tied down and released his wrists from the side of the chair. "Well it seems you really liked watching that slave," she smiled as she eyed up Jack's bulging cock.

"Yes Mistress," replied Jack, who knew better than to touch his aching erection.

"Good slave, now come here and clean this cock for me," ordered Kirsty as she motioned towards her waist. Jack instinctively got down onto his knees in front of the blonde and within seconds had Lauren's familiar taste in her mouth as he licked the dildo clean. First he took his time sucking on the head on the head of the pink plastic cock before running his tongue over its whole surface, scooping up his girlfriend's sweet juices. "Wow seems like my slave is now and eager little cocksucker," grinned Kirsty. "Maybe I'll have to find a real cock for you to have a go on sometime." 

Satisfied with his work, she pulled the dildo away from Jack's mouth before turning to Lauren. The brunette was now lying on her back on the floor rubbing her dripping slit with one finger whilst fondling her plentiful chest with the other hand, her knees still trembling as she revelled in the afterglow of her climax.

"Well what do you think baby?" asked Kirsty. "Has my little slave earned the right to an orgasm?"

"I can see it in his eyes," gasped Lauren, still regaining her composure. "He's so desperate to cum. And he's been so well behaved today."

"Yes you are right he has been very obedient for me today," the blonde replied smiling. "I'll tell you what Lauren, if you think he's deserved it you can make him cum."

Jack looked towards his girlfriend with baited breath. She began to scoot across the floor towards him.

"Here both of you," commanded Kirsty as she took a seat on the sofa. "On your knees in front of me." A sadistic smile crossed her lips as the couple obediently complied. "You both look so submissive down there it's unreal."

Jack's whole body froze as Lauren reached across and clasped his stiff rod between her fingers. It was only the softest of touches, but he was so pent up with frustration that it was more than enough for him elicit a strong moan.

"Hands on the back of your head now slave!" barked Kirsty, to which Jack immediately complied. "We wouldn't want you getting over excited and taking matters into your own hands would we!?"

Lauren's hands felt so soft and sensual on his cock. All Jack could do was whimper and wail, almost as if in agony as she teased him, stroking his member so slowly.

"Ooo I love the way you tease him!" Kirsty said enthusiastically. "You're clearly a girl who follows after my own heart."

The brunette appeared to revel in Kirsty's encouragement. "So you like this do you?" she teased as she continued to stroke Jack up and down.

"Yes," he groaned, barely able to speak. "It feels so good."

"I bet you'd love to cum wouldn't you?" she began to stroke Jack a little faster.

"Yes."

"Well I think you better ask permission first."

Jack's eyes were now screwed closed as he desperately tried to hold in his desire to cum. "Please Mistress may I cum?"

"I'm not sure slave. It doesn't sound like you're particularly desperate."

"Please Mistress, I've done everything you've asked of me today. I'm don't think I've ever been more desperate to cum."

There was a pause as the blonde considered Jack's plea. It would have been obvious to anyone in the room that she was loving the situation.

"Very well then slave, you have been very obedient today. You may cum."

Lauren took her stroking to another level, thrusting up and down Jack's shaft with an intensity that quickly turned his moans into uncontrollable yelps. It didn't take long before he was spurting a thick load of cum.

"Well haven't you made quite a mess slave," Kirsty said looking down at the floor.

She was right. The remnants of Jack's load were now smeared over the floor, as well as dirtying the toes of her black heels.

"I think you know what to do slave."

Jack had never felt so humiliated. He bent down onto all fours and began to clean the floor with his tongue.

"I bet that's the first time you've ever tasted your cum isn't it slave?"

Jack looked up at the blonde, drops of his load now clearly visible on his lips. "Yes Mistress," he murmured.

"Well you better get used to it," she replied. "I get the feeling you'll be tasting a lot more of your cum in the future. Well you will if you want to orgasm that is." As Jack went back to cleaning the floor she turned to Lauren. "Why don't you help him out dear?"

Without speaking Lauren bent down next to Jack and put her wrapped her tongue around Kirsty's shoe.

"Good girl I like that you're just as obedient as your boyfriend," cooed Kirsty. "You know I could get used to this little arrangement, having a couple of little pets to play with. What do you say?"

Jack and Lauren both looked up. "Yes Mistress," they answered in unison.

"Excellent," Kirsty replied. "Lauren dear I think you might be needing this." She held out a pink leather collar with the word 'slut' emblazoned on it.

Jack and Lauren both looked at each other, mouths ajar. What had they let themselves in for?



Slave for a Day - The Perfect Gift



"Honey, are you going to get up off that couch and help me with anything today, or am I going to have to get nasty about it?" Jill asked half-teasingly of her husband, Chet. It was nearly one o'clock on Saturday afternoon, and as far as she was concerned they were already an hour behind schedule. They were supposed to go out around five for an evening of celebrating, but she had plenty she still had to get done. 

"My birthday doesn't count for anything anymore?" he responded, making a cursory effort to get up. He'd promised to help her with the shopping, and normally would have been happy to do it, but he'd decided to play the difficult husband to see what he could get away with if only for one day of the year. So well past noon he was still lounging around in sweats surrounded by newspapers strewn across the living room floor.

"It'll count for plenty later on," she said, "but if we don't get these errands run there might not be much of a party." It wasn't really true, but she needed to try something to get him moving. "So please, pick up your mess and go get dressed so we can get on with it."

"Look who's talking! You plan on going out in the same tank top and shorts you sleep in?" She gave him a look but declined comment as she went back into the kitchen. He got up, straightened the papers into a pile and made for the stairs. On his way up she shouted, "And don't even think about getting on the computer!" Ha! He was way ahead of her on that one. Checking his email was his backup plan to slow things down, since it invariably contained some small issue from work to which he'd have to attend. He might look like he was in motion, but he could easily milk it for another hour. As he sat down at the desk and open his laptop the doorbell rang. He didn't budge.

Jill and Chet had been married for five years now and had a fairly idyllic marriage. They both worked as sales reps for an athletic apparel company, which earned them good money, but kept them on the road a lot. For them it meant keeping some of their independence while making them more appreciative of the time they had together. Having not gotten married until they were in their early thirties, they'd each not really wanted to give up the freer lifestyle they'd previously had, and they respected that need in the other. It wasn't an open marriage per se, but they shared a certain adventurousness that they nurtured in each other rather than try to control.

Back in the kitchen, Jill was trying to decide whether she'd prefer Chet to get the door or not. It would mean slowing her plans down even further, but at least she wouldn't have to deal with whoever it was pushing god knows what on her. When she didn't here any noise from upstairs as the bell rang again, her next thought was to ignore the door completely. But that always made her feel guilty, so she grudgingly got up and headed down the hall.

When she opened the door she was immediately glad she did. In front of her, staring back with deep brown eyes and soft features was a very young woman, a girl really, dressed in a warm-up suit of one of the athletic teams from the town college. She stood about five and a half feet, had straight brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and beneath the loose workout gear surely had a fine athletic body like the one she herself had a few years back before it had begun to soften.

"Hi!" the girl said, trying hard to sound enthusiastic, but barely concealing her displeasure. "I'm Kathy, and I'm with the Martin University swim team, do you have a minute for my spiel?"

Jill was struck by they contradictory body language coming from this girl who would surely be asking for money in a moment or two. As a veteran seller she could tell she'd lost her will to hustle, and it made her a little sympathetic, although it may have had more to do with her attraction to her. So she decided to put her at ease a bit.

"Honey, as someone who makes a living in the selling game, you gotta be way better than that to open up my wallet," she said with a broad smile. "Been at this all morning I bet, huh?"

Kathy visibly relaxed, and sighed, "Oh, thank god," under her breath as she smiled back. "Um, yeah, since like 9am with not much success. Tell me, sales pro, just how do you get people to open their wallets, since I obviously have no idea how to."

"Aw, poor girl," she cooed sympathetically. "Well, tell me what you're selling and I'll see if I can help."

"Me," she responded.

"Excuse me?" Jill said, somewhat startled, genuinely unsure she'd actually heard what she'd thought.

"I'm selling me. Or my time anyway. We have this fundraising thing called Rent-a-Swimmer where we go around selling our time doing chores and stuff for folks so we can earn our dues. Usually it's like yard work, or cleaning out garages or whatever, for $20 an hour or $75 for half a day. We're just getting people to signup today, then we come back later when they want us."

Still somewhat unclear on it, Jill asked, "And you go around by yourself house to house doing this? Isn't that a bit, um, well,..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Kathy interrupted, "Could be kinda weird right? But you'd be surprised how normal people are about it. The team's been doing it for years around here, so they know we're coming and have stuff for us to do. Plus we go around in groups, except my teammates bailed about half an hour ago. Guess they don't need the dough as much as I do. It's my first semester with the team and I didn't realize how expensive it was. You guys must be new to this too, huh. Did you just move to this neighborhood?"

"Yes actually, about eight months ago. So how much are you hoping to raise with this?" She was pretty well on her side at this point, but was also thinking up a devious little plan.

"Well, we have to pay $1000 to be on the team, then fundraise another $500. We try to book at least two or three full weekends of work for the fundraising part, but I'm sorta going to have to earn the whole thing, since I had to borrow from my folks just to join."

"Wow, fifteen hundred bucks, that's a lot of dough. Don't know if we can cover all of that, but come on in for a sec and I'll see if I can come up with something. Do you have the time to wait?" she asked standing back to let her in.

"I'm pretty much resigned to doing this all day, so yeah, sure," Kathy said stepping in. Jill ushered her to the living room and offered her a seat.

Both Jill and Chet had been college athletes, which was what led them to their jobs and ultimately to meeting one another, so Jill knew shat she was dealing with. For one, she was aware how much it sucked to raise all that money, but she also remembered fondly the kind of lifestyle the athletes led. She'd been involved in some crazy stuff back then, and she was guessing things hadn't changed all that much. She sat down next to Kathy on the sofa and started inquiring.

"So how's college treating you other than you're broke? Things as wild as ever?"

"Oh, you know how it is," Kathy alluded, "work, swim, party. Living the dream. Did you go to Martin?"

"I didn't, but my husband did." She pointed to the wedding photo on the end table. "I was at State. We both ran track, and had a great time at it. Man, college was a wild time." She gave her a knowing look. "I envy you just starting out in it." They sat facing each other on the couch with a foot or two between them. Jill laid her arm across the back rest casually, just beside Kathy's shoulder. "When I graduated I stayed with the team as an assistant for a year before getting a job selling apparel." She touched Kathy's shoulder, pulling on her jacket. "You guys are now one of my accounts. I sold you this jacket. Small world, huh." 

Kathy noticed her hand lingering, and was aware of the under current in the conversation, but wasn't really uncomfortable with it. Jill was being pretty nice, and she was quite attractive, especially in her shorts and tank. She was willing to see where it went, money or no.

"Get out, really? How can you tell?"

"Well, here, take it off and let me see it." Kathy unzipped the shell and leaned forward, slipping it off as she did, and handed it to Jill who checked out the tag. "Yep, we make these and I put the order in for you guys." She put the jacket down behind her on the couch while she gave Kathy a once over. She was pleased to see her strong swimmer's shoulders beneath the tight tee, and her large chest obviously compressed in a sports bra. 

"Hey, do you need some water or something?" she said getting up and heading to the kitchen.

"Yeah, that'd be great thanks," Kathy said, checking out her nicely shaped figure as she exited, trying to guess her age. Twenty-eight? Thirty? Anything older and she was doing great. Once alone in the room she leaned over for a closer look at the wedding picture. Jill looked just about the same, so it couldn't have been taken too long ago. And if her husband still looked as good as he did here, she'd certainly have no complaints about him, either.

"What do you think?" Jill asked as she walked back into the room, seeing her checking out their picture. She handed the glass to Kathy as she put it back on the end table.

"You must've gotten married pretty recently, you look just the same."

"Oh, please. Thanks. I'm pretty happy with my catch, doesn't he look so handsome?"

Kathy had to agree. "Yep, he's quite a looker."

Jill sat back down next to her, a little closer this time, and placed her hand on her knee. "Kathy, how would you like to earn your full $500 today?" she asked with a very direct look in her eyes."

Her eyes widened. "The whole thing?? You want me to sleep with your husband or something, right?" she said, seeing no point in pretending she was in the dark.

"Well, it's his birthday today, and I thought maybe you could be a little treat for him. And me too. If you're willing. I hope this isn't too inappropriate of me, but you're really very attractive, and we kind of like to keep things exciting between us." She leaned in and kissed her cheek to see if there was any resistance. There wasn't.

"Well, I could sure use the money, and I'd be lying if I said I haven't been a little turned on watching you. Do I have to do anything weird?"

"You don't have to do anything, it's up to you. But how about I sweeten the offer? How about I give you the whole $1500, and you'll be our slave for the remainder of the day?" She moved closer still as she sensed Kathy tensing a bit. "Now, I promise it won't be anything violent or harmful. We're not freaks so much as we just like to be, adventurous I suppose is the best word. To be honest, we haven't done anything like this before, but you seem like a nice girl, and I just thought the timing might be right for something mutually beneficial." She paused to let her think. As she watched her staring at her hands in her lap, processing the offer, Jill gently reached over and lifted her chin in her hand, and placed a long, soft kiss on her lips, which eventually succumbed to her inviting tongue. When she was done, Jill looked her in the eyes and whispered, "It'll be worth every penny of it, I guarantee you." Kathy bit her lip and stared at her for a long moment, but said nothing. "All you have to do is trust us, and do what we say. I'll give you $500 up front, and you can leave with it anytime you want if you're unhappy with your treatment. And you can have the remaining $1000 at the end."

The kiss had further aroused the already stimulated Kathy. She'd slept with two of the girls on the team before she even joined, and had been with her share of guys, but never with a couple. Something about Jill made her believe it would be a good time, and, man, it would be so sweet to not have to worry about the money. If she played her cards right it could be rewarding in the future, too. And there was something undeniably hot about submitting herself completely to this attractive young couple, two total strangers. 

She returned Jill's gaze, smiled, and said. "Ok, when do we start?"

"Wait right here, I'll be right back." Jill hopped up and all but ran up the stairs to the bedroom to get some of the cash she had planned to spend that evening. On the way back downstairs she swung by the office where she knew she'd find Chet on the computer. Barely stopping she said, "Honey, could you come downstairs? I have a little something for you to do," and disappeared from the doorway. "Yeah, just a second," he said without looking up from the screen.

Downstairs she handed the money to Kathy, who reached over and put it in her jacket pocket, then zipped it up.

Sitting back down next to her, Jill asked, "Do you know what a safety word is?" She nodded. "Think of one quick." Without pausing she said, "Freestyle." Jill nodded and smiled. "Clever girl!"

Chet came downstairs and walked into the living room dressed exactly as he had been before, making his excuses as he entered. "Sorry, I was going to get ready but I was just che-, whoops. Hi." He stopped where he was at the sight of the beautiful young girl curiously sitting on the sofa talking to his wife, somewhat embarrassed at how he looked in front of her. "Um..."

"Chet, this is Kathy. Kathy, Chet," Jill said by way of introduction. Then she looked him straight in the eyes. "She's your slave for the day, dear. Happy Birthday."

He froze for and instant, visibly confused, then shifted his weight onto one hip as his mouth opened to ask a question but couldn't phrase the words. The two women couldn't help but smirk at how cute and helpless he looked trying to take it in. He finally let out a little laugh, "Heh. I'm sorry, what? I thought you said something else," forcing his eyes off the girl, looking to his wife for help.

"Kathy is going to be your slave for the day," she repeated, leaning towards the somewhat shy looking girl, putting a hand on her thigh while wrapping the other around her shoulder. "This pretty young thing is here to do whatever you want." She kissed he cheek seductively, making Kathy smile.

Chet was floored, still unclear. "Oh my God, really? Um, wow, that's... that's great." Now doubly transfixed by his confusion and the sight of his wife putting the moves on this fantastically attractive girl, he felt himself begin to rise in his sweats, unimpeded by his lack of underwear. Instinctively he was concerned about this and made an attempt to cover up, before it finally began to sink in that that was the whole point. He stepped across to them and held out his hand as if to shake. "Ok then, Kathy, nice to meet you."

She looked up at him as demurely as she could muster, and reached up not for his hand, but for the bulge in his pants, rubbing him to full erection through the fabric. "I'm your slave, Master Chet. I shouldn't be shaking your hand." His hand fell limp to his side as he looked again to his wife with a smile. 

"Baby, you are amazing," he said, awkwardly leaning over to kiss her while Kathy continued to fondle him. Standing back up he said, "I take it this means no errands this afternoon?" 

"No, dear, plans have changed a little. And I'm afraid your evening out might not happen either. I do hope you'll take a rain check on that." He could only nod. By now there was a significant wet spot near the waistline of his sweats near the tip of his cock. Kathy removed her hands and place them palms down on her thighs as she sat back.

"I'm sorry sir, you didn't tell me I could do that," lowering her gaze.

Jill had to laugh. "My, my, and you seemed like such a pure young thing when you showed up. Such good behavior will certainly be rewarded." She stroked her hair, looking up to Chet. "So, she's yours to do whatever you want. And I'll be right by her side the whole time to help her along. Or to discipline her if she misbehaves. I have just one last request before I turn you loose. Since I feel like helped make it, and ultimately it is mine after all, I'd like first dibs on that wonderful erection you've got in there. May I?" Chet nodded again.

"Kathy," Jill continued parenthetically, "I'll call you Kathy, he'll call whatever he wants—remove his pants for me." Kathy reach out and pulled his sweats off by the waistband and carefully pulled them over his feet as he stepped out. "And his shirt, too." She stood and removed his shirt, then sat back down. "Now, little one, I'll show you how he likes his cock sucked, pay careful attention."

Jill reach out with both hands and began to service her husband. Cupping his balls and the base of his good-sized shaft in one hand, she squeezed out the ample precum he had and smoothed it down his length with her other, stroking him firmly and slowly, tugging as much as letting her hand slip. She got to her knees in front of him, then looked him in the eyes and gave him a big happy smile. "Sweetie, I love this cock, I love you, and we are going to have SO much fun with this delicious plaything." Then she leaned forward, still keeping eye contact, and enveloped her mouth around the head of his dick. He let out an enormous sigh, his eyes straining to stay open and he held her shoulder for support. She sucked the head for a moment, still tugging him gently, then proceeded to lick up and down his length, suck his balls, and kiss the toned skin of his lower abdomen, allowing his dick to rub across her face as she did. Eventually she went back to sucking him, herself fully aroused and truly enjoying his full cock deep in her mouth. His flowing juice and her salacious hunger had his dick dripping wet in no time, and her hand easily slid smoothly up and down as she sucked and stroked him in unison, making him stiff like a steel rod. All she wanted now was to feel his thick warm cum pouring down the back of her throat as he fucked her face to orgasm, but she knew it was far too early for that. So after another few minutes of sucking on him less intensely, she let him go.

Wiping her slick mouth and chin, she turned, slightly panting, to Kathy and said, "Did you get that?" Then she sat back again next to her on the couch, and said to Chet, "Thank you honey, she's all yours."

Chet, now fully aroused standing naked in front of his wife and his beautiful new slave, took a moment to get his composure. Kathy, still sitting hands on lap, was staring directly at his full shiny cock, her lips slightly parted, her breathing a bit quick and shallow from both her nervousness and excitement.

"Do you like it?" Chet asked.

"It looks very good, sir. I like it very much." 

Chet took a step closer to the sofa, his knees straddling hers. "Come forward." She inched her way towards him until she was sitting on the edge of the couch, her face right up against his sticky dick. Chet rocked his hips back and forth, sliding himself across her face. He glanced over at his wife and said, "Could you help her out, please?" Jill reached up and grabbed Kathy's hair at the base of her ponytail and pressed her face against her husband as he continued to rub himself on her. "I want you to know how beautiful I think you are," he said. "I'm a lucky man to have a slave as lovely as you. I say that because I want you to be comfortable. The more comfortable you are, the farther we'll be able to take this." He reached down and lifted her chin in his hand. "Look at me." She looked up with her big brown eyes as Jill held her head back by her hair. "If you trust us I promise this will be as enjoyable for you as it will be for us." He held his dick in his hand and slapped it gently against her face, rubbing it against her closed lips. He pulled back until the tip of it rested against her mouth. "Do you trust me?"

"Ye-" As soon as she opened her mouth to speak the pressed his cock into her mouth, stifling her words. She passively opened her mouth wide to accept his penis as he rocked his hips back and forth into her while Jill continued to hold her head securely. When he withdrew he again asked, "I said, do you trust me?" And again she barely got a sound out before his dick filled her mouth. This time he pushed himself deeper into the back of her throat, momentarily cutting off her air as Jill held her in place. She gasped when he pulled out, but this time finished her sentence. "Yes!" she panted, as a string of saliva hung from her mouth. "I trust you."




Slave for a Day - The Perfect Gift



"Very good." He said, standing back. "Stand up then, we're going to trade places." She stood up and moved around him as he sat on the couch next to Jill, who immediately put her hand on his cock, saying, "I'm sorry, honey, but I'm really too turned on by this to keep my hands off you." He smiled at her, then returned his attention to Kathy. Now standing directly in front of him. "Remove your pants." She pushed her warm-up pants down to her ankles, then stepped out of them with some difficulty since her tennis shoes were still on. When she had awkwardly finished she stood back up. "And your panties." She slipped those off, too, a little more gracefully than her pants. When she stood back up they could see she was completely smooth, probably waxed, much to their delight. "You gotta love swimmers," Jill said, "Doesn't that look delicious!"

"Oh my, it sure does! Open that up for us and give us a show." Kathy widened her stance and reached between her legs, arching her back to bring her hips foward, and using both hands held her lips apart, exposed her inner pink flesh to them. "Show me your clit." She moved her hands up and pressed them together before pulling her skin taught, her little bulb shyly protruding from beneath. Chet reached out with his palm up and ran his middle finger back to front beneath her moist slit, then turned his hand over and used the same wet fingertip to directly stimulate her button. She closed her eyes and leaned away instinctively. "Ah, ah. Lean towards me." Jill reached up and grabbed her shirt to make sure she obeyed. Her breathing increased and she began to hum to herself as they forced her body weight against the focal point of her clit. As it grew more and more intense, if not unbearable, she shouted out against the pleasure and pain of it until he finally relented and removed his finger.

He had her turn around and bend over completely to grab her ankles with her feet apart. He then had her back up to him so he could avail himself to her now very wet pussy. He placed he hands on her healthy athletic ass, pulling her cheeks apart as he dove into her, licking from as far forward as his tongue could reach between her legs, all the way up to her tight anus where he first massaged her with his tongue before slipping it in. She moaned as his tongue passed over her lips, then gasped as she felt his tongue enter her. It was the first time she'd felt that sensation, and it startled her, but it felt fantastically good to have the taboo broken. He tongue fucked her this way for a minute or two, then returned his attention to her pussy, determined to make her cum on his face. He held her tightly in his hands as he pulled her rhythmically back to him while his tongue worked on her clit. He both tickled it directly with the tip of his tongue, and massaged the entire area, lapping her with his tongue flat and wide. Varying this both for his own enjoyment and to bring her up gradually, allowing her excitement to rise and fall, he eventually had her moaning loudly while she physically encouraging him to focus on her clit. Finally, with her ass pressed up against his face and his tongue extended across her pussy to her button, her knees buckled as she fell slightly back against him, cumming hard and shouting out a string of obscenities as she did. When he felt her body start to quiver he reached his thumb over to her anus, now puckering with her orgasm, and slipped it in. The effect was devastating to her, as she'd apparently never experienced any type of anal play, and she continued to cum long and hard on his face and finger while he held her by the hips to both keep her from falling over, and to maintain the pressure against her pussy. When she finally began to relax, he pulled his face away and sat back up, but gave her ass a hard, rough squeeze with both hands, then a firm spanking on one cheek while he held her up with his other hand.

"Bad girl. Cumming on the face of a perfect stranger like that," and he smacked her ass again. She was loving it, but kept her composure. She'd just been given what was easily the best orgasm of her life, and was eagerly looking forward to her servitude if it meant more of the same. "Look at me," he said, giving her another swat. Still bent over holding her ankles, she looked back and upwards at him from between her legs. "Do you like being our little slave girl?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Even though you're bent over like a filthy slut?" He gave her pussy a series of rapid smacks with his fingers, then a very hard smack on her ass which almost knocked her over.

"AH! Yes, sir, I do." She really did.

"We're going to do everything we can think of to you," he said, idly slipping his middle finger first into her pussy, then forcing it all the way into her ass, again pushing her forward to the point of falling, making her press back further onto him to stay upright. "Whatever little abuses come to mind as the day goes on. Do you want that?"

His finger in her ass was getting her worked up again, and she moaned a little before saying, 'Yes, sir, I want you to. Please do anything you want to me." Another hard smack from his other hand sent her reeling sideways, and he pulled her back up using his enveloped finger to move her. He over compensated and kept moving his hand about, forcing her to grip him with her ass to keep her balance. He began to work his finger in and out, fucking her this way as he tossed her ass around. She wanted to cry out at how good it felt to be used like this and how horny it was making her, and she just swayed about like a little girl along for the ride.

Beside them, Jill who had stopped stroking her husband while he was still sucking Kathy off, had since been sitting beside them watching the show, legs wide apart, her hand in her shorts, slowly and carefully masturbating. Now she was getting a little more turned on, and a few audible sighs had escaped her mouth as she grew closer to getting off, regaining the attention of her husband, who she knew loved to watch her do this.

"Now look," he scolded Kathy, "you've made my wife play with herself." This of course earned her another hard smack, as she looked over from between her legs. "Do you want to see?"

"Yes, sir, I want to see her do it." He abruptly removed his finger from her ass, making her gasp. Before she could react, however, he was spinning her around and forcing her to the floor on her knees in front of Jill. He grabbed her by her ponytail again and held her face up close to his wife's crotch. "See what you've made her do, you filthy thing?" He pressed her face right up against Jill's hand on top of her pussy beneath the fabric, which was enormously arousing to each of them. "See what happens when you're a bad girl? Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry, miss, that I made you masturbate." But her voice was muffled against her thighs.

He pulled her head back up and let go of her. "Take off her shorts." She reached for the waist as Jill drew her knees together, keeping her hand in place and raising her feet to allow Kathy to lift her bottoms off. "And her top." Now Jill raised her hands above her head girlishly as her tank came off too. "And now your own, and your bra." As Jill sat back and resumed her play with her naked pussy, Kathy removed her shirt and sports bra in one fluid motion, allowing her perfect, firm Ds to bounce freely. Jill giggled with delight at the site of them. "Oh my God, they're so beautiful! Can I touch them?" she asked, looking to her husband for permission. He just nodded and said, "My slave is your slave."

"C'mere, Slavie, and let mama play with those nice boobs." Kathy rose to her knees and leaned forward, placing her hands on Jill's thighs for support. With both hands Jill fondled the heavy soft globes, massaging each gently from the side and rolling their nipples in her fingers. "Wow, they're so fucking perfect I can't believe it." She sat up and leaned forward to take one of them into her mouth, sucking on its wonderfully hard nipple. Kathy let out a sigh, and pushed herself forward, taking Jill back into a reclining position while she suspended herself above her. With one hand Jill held her breast like a giant fruit, licking and nibbling it all over, while her other returned to her pussy. She'd gotten herself pretty close to coming a few minutes back, and found her new oral treat was taking her right back to the edge.

"Help her," Chet said, as he sat slowly stroking himself while he enjoyed the show. Kathy reached for Jill's pussy and put her hand on top of hers, helping her massage her cunt. Jill grabbed her hand by the fingers and squeezed them together in her fist, then eased them into her pussy all four fingers at a time like a dildo. She continued to guide Kathy's hand while she worked her fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy, lifting her hips up as she did. Eventually she let Kathy take over, and it wasn't long before her fist had worked its way in completely. 

That was all Chet could handle from the sidelines. He got up and positioned himself behind Kathy, who was still on her knees but leaning forward as she fist-fucked his wife while feeding her her breasts. He brought his cock up underneath Kathy's smooth pussy and let it slip back and forth along her wet, protruding lips. She responded by rocking her hips back and forth across the length of his dick, arching her back, urging him to enter her. He'd intended to slip into her slowly, but as soon as his head penetrated her lips, she slammed back onto him, forcing him all the way in, and began fucking him as roughly as she could from her position. Chet put his hands on her hips and more or less just held on, meeting her thrust for thrust as loud gasps of pleasure escaped them both.

Jill, moaning heavily now as well while she fingered her clit, was fucking Kathy's hand wildly, and began cumming hard on her wet fingers, setting off a cascade of orgasms that rippled through the trio. After restraining himself thus far, the sight of his wife cumming on this beautiful teenager's fist while he fucked up against her well-proportioned ass was more than enough to send the first of his hot jets of semen deep into Kathy's overly wet cunt, and the sensation of him becoming fully engorged just before she felt his wash of cum inside her made her pussy contract as she came for the second time that afternoon.

Chet, regaining some of his composure but not wanting to withdraw yet, discovered that if he kept rocking his hips he could ping-pong Kathy between him and Jill, who was holding her wrist motionless in her pussy, letting the glow of her orgasm subside. As much for the playfulness of it as for the continuance of the wonderful sensation of the post-coital bliss, he held her by the hips and bounced her about, until it became obvious he was doing it for exaggerated effect.

"How do you like being stuck here, my little fuck toy?" Jill managed to open her eyes and giggle at him, playing along by tightening her grip on both Kathy's wrist and her breast. "Humor him," she said, smiling, "He gets like this. I find it's easiest to let him go until he forgets what he's doing." Kathy laughed, but the smile on her face was more from the pleasure of being trapped between his big slick dick still filling her and her hand snuggly within Jill's warm cunt. The smile became a happy gasp as Chet slapped her butt mockingly.

"No laughing, slave, or there'll be serious fucking consequences in store for you." He held her hips still and pressed himself in as deeply as he could then just held her there, flexing his cock with its last bit of strength. Jill rolled her eyes at his feeble pun, and eased Kathy's hand slowly out of her. She brought it up to her mouth and began to kiss and lick it. With her other hand she cupped the back of Kathy's head and pulled her in. "Come help me clean you up." The two of them mingled tongues and kisses over the pretense of cleaning her hand, and Jill sucked lovingly on her fingers, eliciting a surprisingly passionate sigh from the girl.

Chet eased himself out and sat back on his heels, and Jill pulled Kathy up next to her on the couch. "Not that I'm an expert in the field," Chet said, "but as slaves go this one seems quite good." 

"She does seem to understand her place very well," Jill added.

"Thank you, masters. What shall I do next for you?"

"I think you should bathe us," Chet said, winking at his wife. But Jill got a surprised look on her face as she realized something. "Oh, jeez, what time is it?" She jumped up and ran down the hall, then ran upstairs. 

"Ok," Chet said, not really sure what was up. "Well, at least I would like a bathing." He stood up, and extended a hand to Kathy, helping her rise somewhat week-kneed from the couch. Standing in face to face with her for the first time he had an overwhelming urge to kiss her, so he lifted her chin with his finger and placed a quiet kiss on her lips. She held her face up to him, eyes shut, tacitly asking for more, so he gave her another longer one. Then another, at which point their mouths opened and their tongues delicately mixed. This would surely have continued had not the loud ruckus of Jill descending the stair broke them apart.

"Hey, I still gotta get some things before the stores close, so you're on your own for an hour or two." Jill was now fully dressed and pulling on her shoes. "I'd tell you not to get into any trouble while I'm out, but I guess that's the whole point." She jumped across the room and gave Chet a huge, warm kiss, then to be fair gave one to Kathy as well. "Save something for me," she said, looking at both of them before turning and heading towards the door. 'Oh, yeah," she said as the door swing behind her, "her safety word is 'Freestyle.'" And then they were alone, naked except for Kathy's shoes and low pink socks.

"Ok. How about that bath?" He allowed her to remove her footwear, then led her up the stairs without a word, to the large marble bathroom. There was a big Jacuzzi tub beneath a window, a long double vanity along the adjacent wall, and opposite that an over sized shower in the corner enclosed on two sides by glass. It was to this that he took her, reaching in to turn on the water, letting it warm up briefly before stepping in with her in tow.

She first washed his hair, standing in front of him, massaging the shampoo through his temples and back to his neck. When he tipped his head back to rinse she filled the washcloth with plenty of soapy suds, she gently began to bathe him, attending each part of his body dutifully. He held out his arm for her to clean, which she did, then brought his hand to her face after she'd rinsed him. He caressed her cheek as she washed his other arm, this time bringing his hand to her breast. She washed his handsome chest with great care, giving him a little time to enjoy her tits, before spinning him around. She scrubbed his back and shoulders, then descended to her knees. She had to admire his strong male form, and spent a good amount of time running her soapy hand over his tight butt, being sure to reach under and get the rest of him clean, gently caressing his balls, but only allowing her hands to brush his semi-erect penis. She then worked her way down, then back up each of his legs, spinning him back around again, and finished her cleansing of him by stroking his soapy cock back to firmness. Dropping the washcloth and rinsing him off, she proceeded to suck on him, doing her best to imitate what Jill had shown her earlier.

Looking straight up at him, she sucked the head while her hands moved over his shaft and balls. She stoked his full wet length in both hands as she pressed him to her face, then released him to kiss and lick down the sides. Getting lower beneath him, she carefully drew each of his testicles into her mouth, rolling them on he tongue as the water passed over her face. Moving back to his head, she drew him deeply into her mouth, and astounded him by taking him all the way down to the base, holding him briefly before letting him out with a gasp. She smiled proudly up at him when she saw the look of surprise on his face, and repeated the procedure a few more times as she sucked him more aggressively, stroking him as she did. She was in complete control of him, and soon had him on the brink of cumming once again. Not wanting to hold him back, she held his tightening balls in her hand while she used her other to help him fuck her face. With his hands on the walls of the shower for support, he leaned back into the corner while his hips involuntarily pumped his cock into her mouth as she eagerly took him in. With a loud shout he released the first burst into her mouth, which she immediately swallowed, still pumping him into her. He shot off the remainder of his load in several long thrusts, all of which managed to stay within her hungry mouth. As it subsided to a few hopeful spasms, she slowed her rhythm and gently held him in he mouth until her tongue could extract no more of his juice, then she took him from her mouth and softly washed him off under the flow of water with both hands as she stood up.

Again he had the urge to kiss her, and did. This time it was immediately passionate, mouths open and tongues entwined. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her wonderful body up tight against his. His hands roamed across her back to her sweet apple shaped bottom, and gave each cheek a good squeezing before bringing his arms back up. When he paused to take a breath and look at her, she met his gaze and said, "Freestyle," her safety word.

He immediately relaxed his grip, wondering what had gone wrong. He stared nervously at her, standing back a little. "I'm sorry, what's the matter?" His voice held genuine concern, which made her smile. "You need to bathe me now," she said coyly, "But also, I need to talk to you for a bit, if that's ok." She didn't expect him to deny her, but she'd gotten to the point where she was emotionally invested enough to require some clarification.

Chet was relieved at her words. Her body language was telling him nothing was seriously wrong, but he was still puzzled. "Sure, that's fine. I hope I haven't upset you somehow." She assuaged his fears by bending over for the washcloth and re-soaping it for him. "Boobs first, I think, master," she said as she handed it to him. He dumbly accepted it and awkwardly began to wash her chest.

"Relax," she said, "I just want to understand a little more about your relationship with your wife. You two seem very happy together, but you have to admit, this is a bit out of the ordinary. So if I'm going to keep playing along, and believe me I really want to, I need to know what you're thinking."

"Ah," he said, visibly calming, "I see. Yes, that's no problem." He began to clean her young body with the attention of a lover while he explained the situation between he and his wife. Nothing like a pair of perfect Ds on a beautiful eightteen year old who you've been fucking with your wife all afternoon to get you to open up about yourself.

He told her how they'd both been very sexually charged since their youth, and they'd learned to prioritize their lifestyle to accommodate this even before they met. They'd both done a lot of exploring, but were very comfortable with themselves by the time they started dating in their late twenties. Because they had a complete understanding of and a mutual respect for the other's position, it drew them together where with anyone else it would likely have driven them apart. 

"Early on we started something we called 'sex talks,' where in the process of having sex we would confess to each other our fantasies and secrets. It started as a natural progression of being verbal during sex, to turn each other on, but it added an extra level of trust. I mean if you think about it, when are you more vulnerable than you are when you're totally naked, emotionally raw and exposed, and literally inside of one another? From there it just became more and more intimate.




Slave for a Day - The Perfect Gift



"After we'd been dating about seven or eight months, we took a few extra days after a convention we were at and just stayed in the hotel room together with nothing but room service, sex, and sex talks. It was amazing. You have no idea what a turn on it is to be able to tell someone you love every single perversion and desire you have, and to have them not only listen to you but accept it without jealousy or misunderstanding. It got to the point where we would try to one up each other with outrageous fantasies, but it just got us that much more into each other. After that weekend we knew we were perfect for each other, and that there probably wasn't anything left hidden that would push us apart.

"Since we've been married, and because we have to travel so much, we have an understanding that we each have to do what we have to do when we're apart, and that the love and trust we have for each other is plenty strong enough to handle it. It's more like we don't ask questions than anything else, and that actually brings us closer together. It's not like we're out there on the road fucking constantly. To be honest, I don't actually fool around that much, and she probably doesn't either, but you know, I don't ask."

Kathy, who had had to continuously bring his attention back to her body while he talked, gave herself a final rinse and turned off the water, which was beginning to run a bit cold. As they stood dripping she held his hands loosely for a moment and thought about what he'd said. "Wow, that is either really lucky or really beautiful."

"I'd like to think it's a little of both," he said, opening the door to retrieve two towels, handing her one. At this point they'd forgotten their roles and started drying themselves off after stepping out of the shower. 

"It makes me feel much more comfortable with you two," she said, "although damn, the sex with you guys has been by far the best I've ever had."

"Yeah, so about that. Do you want to keep being my slave, or is there more you need to know?" She felt a little hurt that he'd brought it back so suddenly, but she had after all agreed to it. "Ok, game on."

"Good, because you know what we're going to do next? Have some sex talk." Her smile was huge, and she got wet all over again after just drying off.

He walked her down the hall to the bedroom. They had a king-size four-poster, extra high up on great thick mattresses, which she was now sure, having learned more about the couple, was possibly the most effectively used bed in the history of love-making. It was almost with a sense of reverence that she climbed upon it.

"Where do you want me, sir?" she asked demurely, but with a new confidence in her submission to him.

"On your back, hands behind you head, legs apart," he said directly, yet with a smile. She obliged him and got into position. He got up onto the bed and situated himself on his knees between he legs, his hands on her thighs rubbing up and down.

"Ok, we'll start easy. How did you come to be here today?"

"Um, yeah, well? I started today by going door to door in your neighborhood looking to raise money for my swim team dues at the University. But by the time I got to your place, my teammates had left me, I was exhausted, and I hadn't raised anywhere near enough money." 

As she talked, he massaged her legs, starting right up at her pelvis, and working his way back down her thighs, then underneath to her claves and back up her hams to her butt. 

"And Jill, um, your wife, was completely understanding about it and let me in, and somehow one way or another I ended up agreeing to be your slave for the entire cost of my swim fees. Maybe I shouldn't have just told you that part. Oops."

His hands had come back over to the top of her thighs and were beginning to work inward, with his thumbs pressing closer and closer to her pussy.

"That's ok, you're being honest, that's the important part. Here's your reward." He leaned forward and placed his mouth completely over her pussy, drawing his tongue up through her lips to her clit, which he then sucked in to his mouth, rolling his tongue over it as he did, soft and clean from her shower, and tasting sweetly of innocent young sex. She let out a very satisfied sigh and smiled, but kept her hands in place behind her head.

He paused for a moment, lifting his face from between he legs, but continued to fondle her lips with his fingers, paying close attention to he clitoris, much to her delight. "Now tell me three of your favorite sexual acts or positions."

She was beginning to appreciate the full value of the game. The stimulus he was giving her had the effect of freeing her mind of inhibition, and her arousal made he more than willing to share information she would normally be reticent to give.

"Well, one," she breathed heavily, "I, uh, really like receiving oral like this." She continued to pant between sentences. "And two I like being able to give a good blow job. A nice dick feels really good I my mouth." He made the last one tough by going down on her once again, sucking her clit with his tongue directly on it, making it almost impossible for her to talk. "And three, oh shit that's nice, I like it from behind, even though it's..., it's kinda slutty. Mmm, but it feels really good from there. Oh god..." He sucked on her for a bit longer, then climbed up over her to give her a big wet kiss with her own sex on his face. She was getting extremely turned on, and the intensity of her return kisses reflected this.

"Good job, you've passed the first test." He continued to hover over her but reached down between he legs, and inserted two fingers straight into her wet slit. "Now then," he said as she gasped anew, "briefly tell me three of your favorite unfulfilled fantasies." He looked down straight into her eyes as his fingers pumped her, reaching upwards to tickle her g-spot, making it even more difficult to talk.

"Um, ok, mmmmm, fuck that feels good. Uh, this whole submission thing is something I've wanted to try for awhile," the words came out slowly and with great difficulty, "but it might not count now that you're already DOING IT to me, oh jesus!!" He gave her a good thrust as she tried to finish her words, smiling devilishly at her as he did. "I'll accept it. Continue."

"Ok, fuck," she was breathing very hard now, tying to keep herself together. "I want to be tied up sometime, just to take the sub-, -mission further. Oh, goddamit, you fucker, stop doing that!!" He was really giving it to her now, fucking her wet pussy with his two fingers faster and faster, and had rubbed his thumb across her button, eliciting this last outburst from her. However, as soon as she'd said it he pulled his hand out and pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, making her scream out.

"Ow, shit, oh GOD!!"

"DON'T tell me what to do, slave." He said, holding her paralyzed with the severity of the pleasure. "Say you're sorry."

"I'm so-" she halted has he pinched again. "Ugnnh, omigodomigod, I'm so-ORY!" He pinched her hard and let go.

"Very good. One more," he said calmly now, slipping his fingers back in.

"Spank me! Please just spank me. I want to be your bad fucking girl and get the spanking I deserve!"

By now it was impossible to resist how turned on she was and how completely she'd turned herself over to the game. He'd grown almost fully erect again, and positioned himself closer to her with his thighs up under hers and his cock resting on her lips. He held the base of it and slapped her pussy with the head, making her flinch again.

"Here's a small spanking for you right now. You're doing good, little girl. Just three more questions and we're all done. These are going to be harder to confess, so I have be very persuasive." He held his nearly firm dick to the base of her lips, pressing in just slightly so that his head made an indentation, but didn't penetrate. She bit her lip hard, trying to behave and lay still. 

"Now," he said, "Tell me three secrets about your sexual self." He rocked his hips forward, giving himself enough range of motion to just barely enter her.

"Ohh-ho-ho-ho, yes please," she said with great delight. "I will confess all to you and your glorious cock. Number one:" she said as deliberately as she could while his cock slipped up into her. "I have a thing for girls. Mmmm, wow, but at the moment I could care less." She paused and sighed heavily as he slowly fucked her. 

"Number two:" she smiled and hesitated. "I, I like having my toes sucked." His tempo increased now, hoping to make her last confession more difficult, but in fact he'd made it easier. 

"Number three: Mmm, goddamit!" she had to stop to enjoy the full force of his cock inside her. AhhhAHHH, oh fucking jesus Christ! I love nasty talk while fucking, and I can't keep myself from fucking swearing!!" Then she just let herself go. "So FUCK my tight fucking pussy with that goddamn beautiful cock of yours, SIR!" She couldn't help it, she finally brought her arms forward and reached around to grab Chet's ass. Holding him as tightly as she could she raised her legs and pulled him into her, fucking him with absolute abandon and she finally gave into the orgasm that had been building since the shower.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, please just fuck me! Fuck your little fucking slave hole like the slut she is! Oh shit!" She pulled his hips into herself with every bit of force she had, and came wildly on his dick with a ferocity that simply astounded him. The girl turned out to be a sexual dynamo, much to his delight, and in the back of his mind he couldn't wait for Jill to get back and see what she'd unleashed.

But Jill had already returned. She'd come in a few minutes back, and hearing them upstairs had snuck up on them and was now leaning in the doorway, pants undone with one hand between her legs, bringing herself off as she watched in amazement as her husband gave his best to the seemingly insatiable girl underneath him. Seeing that Kathy's orgasm was past, she slipped out of her pants, and removed the rest of her clothes, then walked across the room and surprised them both by jumping right up on to the bed. She climbed on top of Kathy, straddling her hips and supporting herself with her arms, positioning her ass right in front of her husband, who still had his dick in the young girl.

"I see you two are getting along just fine," she said, staring down at Kathy. "But now mama needs a little reward for bringing you together." Chet needed no explanation, and quickly had his dick out of Kathy and into his wife. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's it. Gimme some of that big sweet dick." She let herself fall atop of Kathy, giving her a long kiss. Their breasts were pressed together between them, something Jill always felt was wonderfully intimate whenever she was with a woman. But now, as Chet's fucked her they rubbed past one another in a way that was even more stimulating.

"You like the feel of mama's boobs on yours, little girl?" Jill said between kisses.

"Yes, miss," she said, breathless from her outburst and orgasm.

"Tell mama how much," Jill directed.

"Oh, so fucking much, mama. So fucking much. Please rub those wonderful boobs on your baby girl's, please." 

"Mmm," Jill moaned, turned on my her sweet girl's enthusiasm as much as the pounding her husband was now giving her. "Come suck on mama's tits then." She reached down and cupped Kathy's head, bring her up to her breasts as she arched her back towards her. 

Chet knew his wife loved it hard, fast and nasty when she got herself really worked up, which she clearly had at this point. So he began to pile drive himself into her with all his force, squeezing her ass aggressively, digging his fingers in and pulling her cheeks apart with his thumbs. He let a string of saliva drop down into her crevasse, then after licking each of his thumbs, slipped them both into her puckering anus, finger fucking her with the same force as his body slammed up against his hands with each trust.

"Oh, yeah, baby, do me just like that." Jill was already starting to cum now that both her holes were being abused. "God I love getting a double from you like that. Oh fuck yes! Pull your thumbs apart and stretch that ass." Chet obliged and squeezed both his hands on her ass ruthlessly, puling he thumbs apart and open her hole further, making her really start to cum. She let him do this for a few moments longer, letting hr body explode with pleasure from her pussy outwards, before wanting him to shift his attention.

"Would you like a little birthday anal treat, baby?" she said over her shoulder before returning to look at Kathy grabbing her by the hair. "He's gonna fuck my ass now, little girl, and you're gonna bite my tits while he does it." As Chet pulled himself from her pussy and pressed his cock into her ass with little hesitation, Jill pulled Kathy's mouth to the side of her breast. "Right there child, then work your way around them both, bite them all over for mama, not just the nipples. Oh, fuck that's nice!" In almost no time she was cumming yet again, this time from the full pressure of the cock in her abdomen, filling her delicious ass with thick meat. Chet gave over completely to his lust at this point and fucked her mercilessly, bringing himself to the brink yet again, making him swell and firm up to his maximum. A few more rough drives and his hot load spewed into her soft and receiving rectum, amplifying her orgasm one last time before she fell forward onto Kathy, forcing her back to the bed.

Chet held on tight to his wife, letting his dick resonate with the last of his orgasm, slowly rocking himself in and almost completely out, watching the pink flesh of her anus stretch and cling to the full length of his sliding shaft. When after a few minutes he began to soften, he let himself slip out, bringing a delightful drop of semen oozing out of her, running slowly down to her pussy. Exhausted from the third orgasm in four hours, he climbed up onto the bed next to the two women, and entwined himself with them to rest as both of them covered his face in appreciative kisses.

"Aw, such a hard working birthday boy,' Jill teased. 'Is someone worn out already?" Chet could only smile and nod through heavy eyes as they pressed their loving faces to his. "Well I hope you don't mind," she continued, "but I paid for this hot baby girl, and I'm gonna show her a few more things and use her up. You can just lay there and watch, since I know you like that, too."

She then began to kiss her way entirely around Kathy's body, from her head to her arms, down her chest and abdomen to her pussy, then further on down her legs. "Did I hear earlier that you like your toes sucked?" She said with a smile. "I heard quite a bit of your confessions, Slavie." Lifting up foot then the other, Jill proceeded to cover them in kisses, then began licking them all over like an ice cream cone, then finally began sucking her toes. She alternated each foot as she went from one action to the next, making Kathy wait agonizingly long for her toes to receive their attention. 

"Does that feel good, baby?"

Kathy sighed and squirmed on the bed. "Oh, yes miss, it feels wonderful."

"Would you like permission to play with yourself?"

"Yes, please!" Kathy had been dying to touch her pussy, and immediately reached between her legs, but Jill stopped her.

"Ah, ah, ah. Let's do one better." She hopped up and went over to the bureau, producing a big pink double-ended dildo from within and returned to the bed. "I I'll let you get started before I join you," she said mischievously before returning to her feet.

Kathy placed one end of the toy to her lips and eased the thick head into her, then gradually worked it in further and further while she rubbed her clit. It was an amazing combination, and she was soon moaning loudly and pumping herself in a deep slow rhythm as her toes were serviced. After a bit, Jill shifted her position and brought herself up, seated, between Kathy's legs.

"Ok, baby, mama wants to fuck you now." She inched herself forward and placed the other end of the dildo at her pussy, then slid even further in and onto Kathy's thighs. As the two women rocked their hips onto the toy, Jill inched all the way in so that they were completely intertwined, their soft skin in full contact with the other's. Now in position they found a mutual rhythm and fucked the toy fully making it all but disappear as their pussies nearly touched and their fingers worked their clits, Kathy in quick side to side motions, and Jill in slow circles.

Chet was watching happily from the sidelines as his two partners brought themselves one more time to glorious full body orgasms, fucking each other with total abandon until they both finally lay back and satisfied, shivering, and spent. It had been nearly five hours of some of the most intense sex any of them had experienced, and even though they were all sure they couldn't go on, they didn't want it to stop.

Eventually they got up, showered together, then went downstairs to get a bite to eat as the sun disappeared and darkness fell. During their conversation Jill and Chet decided they could pay Kathy's dues each year, but she could certainly come over anytime and start paying them back. Then they extended the offer for her to spend the night, and she happily accepted, resigning herself to the fact that until midnight she was still their slave. She suggested, however, that it might be wise to prevent her from running away too soon by tying her to the bed. Just to make sure.