0 comments/ 112168 views/ 2 favorites Domination By: Scotsdude I had lived with my wife for almost five years now. Gina was a lovely woman, and made me feel good all the time. She was only 26, with long brown hair, tall, with medium sized pointed breasts. We were into loads of things. We often went to raves, smoked our fair share of grass, and enjoyed the odd pill or two of 'E'. At some of these of raves, Gina would meet girls and we would take them home and make love with them. The story begins fairly recently however. Gina enjoyed surfing the net, and it was on the net where she discovered her new fetish…domination. "Keith," she said, as we were lying in bed after having sex. "I want to try something different." This statement took me aback. "Another man???" She cuddled into me. "No silly! I want to be dominant. I was reading these stories on the net about dominant wives and their submissive husbands. I want you to be my slave. Just occasionally." I shrugged, "sure, why not?" "Great!!" The next day, I came home from work to find Gina dressed in a tight rubber dress. She held a whip. "Slave. Come into the bedroom, and strip." This could be fun I thought. I went into the bedroom to find she had put special straps on to tie me up. I took off all my clothes, and asked what now. "Now go and have a shower, and rub this Nair all over your body. Make sure the only hairs are the ones on your head." So I did. Once I was bodyhairless, I returned to the room. "Now we are going to dress you up in women's clothes and turn you into the whore that you are!" Okay, I thought, anything for a laugh. I put on the navy blue fishnet stockings and the matching basque, then I slipped on the French knickers. "I thought only little knickers should go with this?" "They should," she replied, "but I want you to feel as much of the material as possible. See, you're already rock hard just from the feeling of frilly silly panties." Indeed I was. "Now a little make-up for you." She made up my face. "There you go; to top it off, a wig. Now get on the bed slave and prepare to be fucked." She opened a draw and pulled out one of the strap-on penises she used on the girls she brought home. "Now, get on all fours bitch!" I did this. She then pulled the very loose fitting knickers to one side and put KY jelly on my arsehole. She inserted a finger, then a second. "I think you are ready." She pulled the fingers out, and slowly pressed the dildo into me. When the head popped in, I was in excruciating pain, but as she pushed more in, the pain subsided into more pleasure. I saw our reflection in the mirror. There was my naked wife with a strap-on, fucking me like a man. Her face was dead serious as she watched the dildo invade me. "God, you are such a whore! I love this!!! This is the best I've ever felt!" She said to me as she fucked my arse. "Listen, when you go to work tomorrow, I want you to wear your knickers underneath your suit, okay?" I nodded, "okay." "Do you like wearing these clothes?" "Yes, it's nice." I saw her smile. "You've made me so happy, baby. Okay, wear only women's underwear, please!" "Okay, sure." "Good. Babe, I'd like to take this further." She was breathless as she spoke. "Could we invite Chris to come round and fuck you?" I wanted to take this further, but I'd never had a guy before. "I don't know if Chris would be interested." "Oh, don't worry, he will. I'll fuck him as well, okay?" "Okay." Suddenly, I felt Gina shudder. "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOODDDD!!!!" She gave me one last hard ram up the arse, and we collapsed. After, we lay in each other's arms. "Sweetheart, wank yourself into your knickers, okay?" So I did. "Okay, this is what we can do. You like this, right?" "Yeah I do." "Good. First, at home, wear only women's clothes, agreed?" "Okay." I said. "Tomorrow, I'll invite Chris round during the day, make love to him, and I'll tell him the plan. I'll ask him to move in as our live in lover, what d'you think?" "Sounds great." She seemed giddy. "Great! I'd also like for you to think about piercing, ears, nose, belly, and tongue, okay?" "Sure." "Great baby. I'll call you Kitty from now on. Are you ready to be fucked again?" I nodded. "Good, cause we're going to be doing this all night." I turned over and stuck my arse in the air. She slid the penis in and made me lie down. She nibbled my neck as she fucked my arse slowly. I looked forward to feeling and tasting a real dick! To be continued... Domination Chapter One I guess the whole thing started on a whim. Or not a whim, exactly, but more of an experiment. It was an idea that grew slowly over time, building on itself as the years went by. It was a slow burn. It took time for that fire to smolder its way through me, building first to a flame and then to an all-out blaze. Finally, when I was desperate enough for money and feeling really low, it seized me and it didn't let go. Even now, it threatens to consume me. I try to distance myself from it, to intellectualize. Otherwise, I might be consumed completely. Maybe things really began way back when I was in the tenth grade. It was probably earlier, if you buy what Freud has to say about parents and sexuality, but this is the first time I can remember becoming interested. I had this friend, a close guy friend, in high school. He had always been kind of a funny guy, prone to unique tastes and even stranger desires. One day after class, I grabbed the keys clipped to his backpack because something about it had caught my eye. One key was not like the others, and I held it up before him between thumb and forefinger, asking teasingly, "Why do you have a handcuff key?" I had a hunch about why he had it, but I wanted him to say it. We had often had late-night chats about his proclivities. He had always had a girlfriend then, but we talked as if he didn't. It was the sort of thing I did when I was a teenager - flirting with men who were unavailable. I liked to play-act the femme fatale, embodying whatever I thought they wanted. My instincts on things like this never led me wrong, and I would often find myself stepping into a role with my male friends that even I didn't understand until we entered the territory of sex in our conversations. It was something I have always been able to intuit without effort. Sometimes, their secret desires would come to me in dreams. I would wake then, my panties wet, and store away this information until it became useful. It was frequently useful. It had never occurred to me back then that what I really enjoyed was the power. Or, more specifically, the interplay between my power and their power - that intricate game of wanting, not getting, and wanting even more. Anyway, Jake had blushed furiously then, and told me to mind my own business. I had dogged him to his locker and poked him in the side. "Girlfriend like to play rough?" I'd teased, feeling a warmth spreading in my own belly. "You let her lock you up?" He just smiled and looked at me in this funny way, like I had unwittingly said something that he hadn't wanted me to know. It had been hard for me to imagine at the time that all our talk of the tactile pleasure of women's stockings and the deliciousness of delayed orgasm had kept anything hidden. It had, though. Taunting him about that key hit a nerve that he had hoped I would never discover. He guarded it closely. We had parted ways to sit through our separate classes then. I had burned with curiosity for the rest of the day, but hadn't run into him again at lunch or in the hallways. After school, I had hurried home and signed onto IM, waiting for his screen name to appear so I could delve a little deeper into whatever it was that he was trying to hide. When I heard the little door creaking sound that signaled he had signed on, I had quickly closed my geometry book and rushed over to the computer. blackstargurl: hey cha0stheory:: hi blackstargurl: sup? cha0stheory: nm. doin smith's paper. ugh. blackstargurl: yah, haven't even started yet. not lookin forward it. newayz, what's with the handcuff key? cha0stheory: ... blackstargurl: come on... cha0stheory: nothin blackstargurl: orly? cmon jake, u kno u want to tell me blackstargurl: we're friends, rite? cha0stheory my gf wouldn't be happy blackstargurl: that crazy bitch? y do u care wat she thinks? cha0stheory: bec, she's my gf. i care. blackstargurl: does she kno wat we talk about sometimes? cha0stheory: ... cha0stheory: y would i tell her that? cha0stheory: u kno she has a temper. u want me to get my ass dumped? blackstargurl: u don't want to tell me? FINE. I had signed off with a flounce, not sure why I was so deeply annoyed by his reluctance to expose this nerve to me. It was around that time that our relationship had drifted decidedly more toward the platonic. Whenever he had tried to talk about his fantasies, or mentioned that he was hard and sitting there with cock in hand, I would refuse to talk to him about it and sign off. It was a struggle for me not to engage, but I wanted to keep the upper hand. I dangled his girlfriend's name before me like a talisman, feeling embittered and enraged by his insistence on using me like this without fully letting me in. "Lani wouldn't be happy," I would reply to his overtures. Eventually, he stopped. When he went to college, our friendship had begun to drift into ever-more-boring territory. He had been a few years ahead of me in school, and we had only shared English classes because my mother had insisted that I be given more advanced coursework. He decided to go to a tiny liberal arts school a few hours away from where we lived, because he didn't want to go to a state school. Plus, they gave him full funding, so it was an offer that he couldn't refuse. Even though I had put the kibosh on our budding discussions of sex, I spent every waking moment with him the summer before he left. When he finally did, my heart ached as if it were a breakup. I knew I had no right to these feelings, though, so I pushed them deep down inside of me. Still, they would gush forth from this secret place, often at odd moments, leaving me sobbing and reminiscing about long afternoons walking the city, discussing Joseph Conrad and Ernest Hemingway. He didn't break up with Lani before he left, even though they had been preparing themselves for separation as she prepared to fly to the West Coast to pursue a pre-med degree at UCLA. I didn't feel too sad about this, because she was a crazy bitch who despised me, and I returned the sentiment. But the fact that she had insisted that they stay together infuriated me. It became clear to me while Jake was in college that I had had a little school girl crush on him all along. It was humiliating. The crying about his departure to college really sealed the deal when I looked back on things. Our IM conversations after that point were always a little awkward, because now I had a secret that I wanted to keep from him, my own sensitive nerve to conceal. When he broke up with Lani, I felt a little bit hopeful that he might consider me a good option for a girlfriend - or at least someone to fool around with. He was still flirtatious during our IM chats, but he seemed totally oblivious to my affection. Admittedly, I hid it carefully behind a facade of sexual worldliness and genuine curiosity about what (and who) he was doing. I encouraged him to tell me tales of his sexual conquest, and he gleefully obliged. Jake was a serial monogamist, and college was the first time in his life he was able to experience sexual freedom. He still stayed away from the kinkier stuff, but he started to discover that he was desirable to women. I often felt jealous and unpleasantly aroused at the same time. His stories served as accelerant on the flame of my desire for him. It was around this time that I regularly began masturbating to fantasies of teasing him with legs encased in silken stockings. When I thought about how I would deny him an orgasm, tying down his hands but leaving his legs free so they could writhe with frustration, watching the pre-cum dribble down his rock-hard cock while I caressed it softly with my stockinged foot - well, I came harder than I ever had. When Jake visited during the holidays, we would always try to spend some time together. There were a few times that he brought girls home with him, and I avoided him then. When he wasn't with a girlfriend, we stuck to public places, and talked about his courses, his family, or tales of debauchery at parties on campus. I thought I might be imagining the thick sexual tension and the fog of denied impulses that surrounded us, or at least might be conjuring it into being, so I kept my physical distance from him. Now and then, as we had when we were in high school, we would go back to his house and cuddle in his bed or listen to music. I noted with disappointment that he never seemed aroused when I pressed my ass against his crotch, or let my hand drift to his fly. Sometimes he would show me pictures and videos from his porn stash, and I always had a shamefully violent urge to touch myself right there in front of him. It was all I could do not to reach under my skirt and start masturbating while he watched. By the time I was in my first year of college, we had switched places: he came home, and I went off to school in New York. Jake had moved back into his mother's house while he decided what his next move would be around the same time that I shipped off to college in New York to pursue...well, I wasn't sure what I wanted to pursue, but I had managed to get into Columbia. In my first semester, it was as if the whole world had finally opened before me. I had never dated much in high school, partly because of the rigorous academics and all the extracurriculars, but mostly because I had always been waiting for Jake to become single, and for our cuddle sessions to turn into much more. Suddenly, men were interested in me. Very interested. That fall, the baby fat had dissolved from my frame after a summer of Bikram yoga, revealing a new body underneath. My breasts were high, firm C-cups with porn-star nipples that pointed cutely upward. My waist was slim, hips flaring generously. My ass, always my best feature, lost any excess flabbiness, revealing itself to be high, firm, and heart-shaped. My legs, always lithe, now were even longer and leaner. I had grown my black hair over the summer, and its slight waves tumbled down nearly to my nipples. I started wearing makeup: black eyeliner to highlight my blue eyes, foundation to enhance my dewy skin, and peach lip gloss to make my full lips even more succulent. I started wearing skirts and stockings, sky-high heels, and even perfume. This tomboy had remade herself into a sex kitten, and men responded in droves. After Jake broke up with Lani and settled in the city permanently, he finally settled on studying for the LSAT and getting into law school. His mother was a lawyer, and she had always encouraged him to follow in her footsteps. He hadn't been able to formulate a better plan for himself, so he followed her advice. I didn't have any contact with him at all during my first semester, and I was so busy dating that I didn't think about him much at all. When I came home for the holidays, we agreed to meet up at a Starbucks. Even after all the years, and all my recent conquests, I found that I was excited to see him, and to share my own sexual exploits. I went shopping for the occasion. First, Wolford, which sold stockings that were so buttery-soft it was almost a sexual act to ease them over my legs. I had taken to wearing old-fashioned garters, so I bought a thigh-high pair in soft black. I paired these with a sheer black skirt that hit around mid-thigh. For my top, I selected a silken lilac button-down shirt, sheer enough to show the black lace bustier I wore underneath. I wore a pair of moderate heels to accentuate the length of my legs, but nothing overly slutty. I aimed to look like a professional woman, fresh from a day at the office. Over all of this, I wore a black peacoat with a flared skirt. This made it appear that I was naked underneath except for the stockings. I thought that Jake would appreciate this. I took my time bathing, letting my skin silken in an oil bath. I allowed my hair to dry into natural loose waves, then carefully applied my makeup. After dressing, I appraised myself in the mirror. I looked unbelievably hot. Impulsively, I slipped off my panties and kicked them away. I already felt overwhelmingly aroused. Maybe Jake and I would sit side by side at the coffee shop, and I would take his hand and guide it up my leg, letting his long fingers brush my freshly-waxed pussy and feel how wet it was. Maybe then I would rise, skirt the table, and sit down across from him, giving him a teasing look. Maybe I'd slip off one of my shoes under the table, and then maybe I would slowly trace my manicured toes up the inside of his leg, and lightly flick them over his hard cock. Maybe I would push a little harder, pressing my toes in to let the head of his trouser-clad erection slip into the cleft between my big toe and the rest, and slide my foot up and down his stiff shaft until I could feel the pre-cum soak through his pants...then stop. Maybe then we would go back to his mother's place and I would allow him to eat me out. Maybe I would deny him any attention at all, sitting on his face for the rest of the afternoon while he writhed beneath me, my stockinged thighs pressed hard against his face, quivering, suffocating him in my juices as I came over and over and over and over... I sighed in exasperation, shed my coat, then pulled my vibrator from my nightstand. I would have to relieve some of this pressure, just so I could retain some sense of control when we were together. I was already soaking wet, and easily inserted the pink silicone device into my tight pussy after I lay back on the bed. It was cold and hard, and I nearly came just from the sensation of my walls tightening around it. I positioned the pink rabbit ears over my clit, then clicked it on. I grunted, coming immediately. Then, panting and moaning, I pushed myself to have three more orgasms. When I slid out the vibrator, it was slick and fragrant with my own fluids. The wet spot on the bed soaked through my comforter and the sheets, straight through to my mattress. I luxuriated in the post-orgasm relaxation for a moment, then glanced at the clock. I was almost late! No time to clean myself up, I threw on my coat and rushed out the door. Chapter Two I saw him first when I entered the Starbucks. It was one of our old high school haunts. He was in the basement, near the back, where we used to play chess and watch the feet of the people walking by. When he noticed me, he smiled broadly and said loudly, "What's up, SLUT!?" I blushed. Same old Jake. Shameless faux-extrovert. I bit back a moment of anger. Damn if he didn't look good. Really good. He was wearing a snug black t-shirt, a leather jacket, and a pair of high-end jeans. Back when he had been with Lani, he had let her dress him in the prepster zombie look of khakis and sweaters. I was so glad to see him back to his old self. I crossed the floor toward him, noting the mischievous sparkle of his blue gaze. A blonde lock flopped over his eyes. It was unpretentious - he probably had just rolled out of bed to come see me, raking a hand through his hair and pulling on whatever smelled clean. He had a few days' growth of reddish stubble that I instantly wanted to feel on my inner thighs. My crotch, still feeling a bit sticky from air-drying in the unseasonably warm Boston air on the way to the Starbucks, began to pulse as if I hadn't had four orgasms before leaving the house. I was losing my faculties before he even opened his mouth. I sat down across from him and squeezed my legs together a few times - to steel myself or excite myself even more, I didn't know. "So," he said, smiling that crooked smile. "How have you been, college girl?" "Great!" I said, returning his grin. "How have you been, Mister Lawyer?" "Not bad. My mom is driving me crazy, though. Law school this, law school that. Pretty sure I'm going to breeze through the LSAT, so she needs to calm the fuck down. You want a coffee? I was going to go up and get a refill." "Chai..." I said. "...dirty." I raised a coquettish eyebrow at him, and giggled. "Yes, mistress," he replied, and bowed his head slightly before rising to fetch our drinks. "I'll be right back." While I waited for him to return, I considered my options. On the one hand, I really, really wanted to fuck him. On the other hand, I really didn't want to ruin our friendship. The tension was unbearable for me, though. Even though he wasn't letting on, it was possible that he had felt it too. After four months of experience dating (and sleeping with) all the men I could get my hands on, I knew that I had pretty good radar for their arousal. I often felt turned on without knowing why, then realized that I was intuiting what they were feeling. It was a gift, I guess you'd say. Would it really ruin the friendship if we fucked? I chewed my lip as I thought this over, getting lost in my own head. I didn't notice when he came back. "Nice shoes," he said, setting my dirty chai in front of me. "Nice legs." His eyes sparkled. Fuck, I was in trouble. "Ahem, so...how's your sex life?" Damn. I had meant to change the subject. Oh, well. "Dry." He frowned. "Too dry. Yours?" "Since we're talking metaphorically, I would say...hmm...wet. Soaking...wet." I stared him down, challenging him to say something to up the ante. He just raised his eyebrows and pried the lid off of his coffee. He liked to drink it black, but I could never stomach the brewed coffee at Starbucks. He said he liked the intensity of it. Intensity...again, I drifted off into fantasies of his face buried between my legs. Orgasm after orgasm, until my clitoris was so sensitive that just his breath would push me over the edge. I uncrossed and recrossed my legs, pulsing my thighs together. My pussy throbbed, aching for the flicking of that wicked tongue. He had once told me that he practiced for cunnilingus, a typically logical Jake thing to do. On one of my visits home, he had demonstrated for me. He was very talented. But back then, I had been trying to push any thoughts of a relationship out of my head. He had been dating someone, and I had been...wanting him. I tuned back in just as he was saying, "...but that didn't work out too well. She reminded me too much of Lani." "Huh?" I fumbled, trying to regain my composure. "What were you thinking about?" he asked devilishly. "Nothing. Just that I wish I hadn't worn these shoes. They hurt my feet." I slipped my right foot out of its heel and extended my leg toward him underneath the table. I arched and then stretched it, needlessly drawing out the motion. He grabbed my foot and tickled it. "Hey! Give that back!" I couldn't help but laugh at the tickle. "I could give you a foot massage. You know how good I am at that." "Yeah, Jake, you tell me that you're good at a lot of things, but I wouldn't know...at least not from personal experience." I pouted slightly, and attempted to pull my foot from his hands. He wouldn't let go, and began lightly running his fingers up my ankle and toward my knee. "Come on. Maybe you should try me sometime," he retorted, running both thumbs under the sole of my foot. "Are these Wolfords?" I startled a bit. "How did you know? You been wearing expensive stockings lately under your lawyer pants?" He blushed furiously. "I'm not a lawyer yet, Bec. And I know because Lani's mom used to buy her all these expensive clothes. Lani used her credit card once to buy some lingerie to wear for me. She told me that Wolfords were the best stockings out there. After fucking her in them, I have to agree." He began to slide both hands up to my knee again, massaging and caressing, clearly enjoying the sensation. I felt the seat growing humid under my ass. Why hadn't I worn panties? What the fuck had I been thinking? I abruptly pulled my foot out of his hands, and put my shoe back on. It was getting to be too much. I might have to make a hasty exit, since I seemed incapable of changing the subject, or thinking about anything else... I hated not being in control. Domination "On second thought," I relented, "would you massage my feet?" He grinned broadly in response. "It would be my pleasure," he said, reaching down to slip my shoes off. "Hold on," I said, and scooted my chair as far forward as possible. He gently lifted my feet and rested the left one on his lap as he began to massage the right one. I closed my eyes and sighed, relishing the sensation of his knuckles against the bottom of my foot. The firm but gentle pressure of his hands made me wonder what a full body massage would be like. As I began to relax into the massage, he lifted his right leg, and my foot slipped off his thigh. He caught it between his legs. "Sorry," he murmured, totally absorbed in touching my foot. His mouth hung open slightly as he concentrated. I wiggled my toes, and was surprised and delighted to find them up against his cock. He was incredibly hard. A thrill went through me, and I felt myself grow even wetter in response. I sighed, then groaned softly as he gently pulled on each toe of my right foot. I wiggled the toes of my left foot slightly, nudging his balls. He appeared not to notice this. "Mmmm, that feels soooo good," I growled, pushing the ball of my foot against his cock. He jumped a little, but continued his massage, moving up my calf. I grew bolder with my left foot, feeling out the head of his cock as best I could through the thick fabric of his jeans. I silently wished that he had been wearing a thinner, softer fabric - dress pants, maybe. His hands moved inexorably toward my thigh, fluttering softly along the tops of my stockings. He abruptly slid his chair over to the side of the table, dropping my other foot in the process. I pouted. He continued to run his hands up my leg, snapping the garter gently, massaging the inside of my thigh. Finally, he rested his right hand just shy of my pussy. I knew he must be able to feel the heat and moisture radiating from it. I sighed involuntarily, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. "Why did you stop?" I whispered. He glanced to his left. "That guy is watching us," he whispered back. "I think he's getting off on this." "Let him," I said. "I think I'm getting off on this. Please don't stop..." He gave me an indecipherable look, his face clouding momentarily. When it cleared, he looked at me with his piercing blue eyes. "Want to go get a drink?" he asked. It was all I could do not to scream in frustration. "S--sure," I managed to choke out, rising hastily and putting my shoes back on, then shrugging on my coat. "Where to?" "I know a place," he said. "Come on. I'll show the way." Chapter Three After a quick trip on the trolley and a mercifully brief walk, we ended up at a bar and restaurant called Silvertone. It had once been a speakeasy, and it retained that atmosphere: below-ground, dim, with Théophile Alexandre Steinlen prints adorning the walls. We sat on high chairs at the bar. When the bartender sidled over, I ordered a Manhattan. "Classy," teased Jake, ordering himself a bourbon, neat. "No, I just want something strong to gird my loins," I retorted. Before the bartender had set our drinks in front of us, his hand was back on my leg. "Gird them against what?" he asked teasingly, touching the inside of my leg in short, quick strokes. I couldn't tell whether he was enjoying the texture of my stocking or whether he was trying to entice me. I grabbed his hand and removed it. "Enough of that," I chided. "Don't start something you're not willing to finish." He put on a chastened expression, then pouted at me. "You're no fun," he said, disappointed. "Haven't we both been waiting for a chance?" I looked at him sharply. "We're just friends. That's all we've ever been, that's all we'll ever be." "I'm not suggesting we endanger our friendship. I just thought you were always interested in my...quirks. Weren't you?" "I was," I admitted, taking the first sip of my drink. It was bracing, and it burned down my esophagus, spreading a different kind of warmth through my belly. I would have to be careful not to do anything I couldn't undo tonight. "But Jake, that ship has sailed. If we were going to do anything, we should have done it when we were in high school. Now it's too...complicated. Back then, you were with Lani. And now..." "Now...what? We're adults. We're both single. What could be the harm?" "The friendship, for one." "Come on, Bec. Don't you feel the tension whenever we're together?" I startled, then quickly regained my composure. "Yes, but..." "So why not take advantage of it?" "Aren't you worried?" "I really don't think there's anything to be worried about. We should just try it. If it's awkward or whatever, we can stop. I think we owe it to ourselves, after all the years of talk..." I gulped the rest of my drink and ordered another. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I kicked my heels off and let them clatter to the floor beneath my stool. "My feet still hurt," I said plaintively. "I can help. Are you hungry? Want to order some dinner?" I hadn't realized I was starving until he mentioned it. "Yes, actually. Should we get a booth?" "Sure." Jake gestured to the bartender, then rose and held out a hand to balance me while I put my shoes back on. We took our drinks and claimed a corner booth from which we could people-watch. I was beginning to feel a buzz from the alcohol, and needed to put something in my stomach. After brief deliberation, I settled on a cheeseburger, bloody, and french fries. Jake ordered the same. While we waited for our food, I kicked off my shoes again and rested my feet on the leather seat next to Jake. I wanted him to massage them, but I was feeling confused about the direction in which the evening should go. It would have been an easier decision if we hadn't both been staying with our parents. As if reading my mind, Jake gently picked up my feet and put them back in his lap. Either he was still hard after Starbucks, or he had become interested again. "When I was walking behind you," he said, "I couldn't help but notice that your skirt is see-through." He grinned, and took a long drink from his glass. "Tell me that wasn't for me," he teased. I batted my eyelashes at him, and gripped his erection between both of my feet, jerking him off through his pants. "Maybe it was. I thought you were going to massage my feet?" He grasped my left foot now, running his thumbs under the sole while his fingers rested on the top of it. I sighed with pleasure, closing my eyes and taking another sip. "Are your loins girded?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Mmmm...maybe," I replied, once again pressing the ball of my foot against the head of his cock. "So if you're not interested, what's that all about?" he needled, shifting his pelvis back to allow me better access to the stiff bulge in his pants. "Ah," he breathed, as I began working his shaft just as I had fantasized earlier, stroking it with my toes. "Just a little friendly reciprocation," I retorted, quickening my foot. His hands abandoned my foot and stroked my calf, aggressively moving toward my inner thigh. "Are you wet?" he asked, sinking under the table to try to gain access to my pussy. "What do you think?" I teased, moving my other foot to his groin. I grasped his cock between the two soles of my feet, pressing firmly but gently. He gasped, then blurted. "Please, Bec, can we just go back to my place after we eat..." I fixed him with my gaze for a moment before sucking my teeth in annoyance. "With your mom home? Are you kidding me? We're not in high school anymore." "Please," he groaned as my feet worked under the table. "Please. I'm begging you, Bec." "No." "Then - - then let's get a hotel room." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and began searching Expedia. "I'll pay." "Really?" I cocked an eyebrow, continuing to massage his absurdly hard dick with my feet. Then I allowed the pressure to abate, pulling my feet back and wiggling my toes to softly tickle his balls. "Please don't stop," he gasped. "I'm finding a room now. Please...I just...I just want you to..." "Just want me to what?" I goaded, lowering my voice an octave. "What do you want, Jake?" "I want you to use me, Rebecca. I just want you to let me give you pleasure. Please. I'll make you come over and over and over. You don't have to do anything but lay back and enjoy it." I felt his cock twitch beneath the material of his jeans, and I sensed a spot of wetness. "Please. I could come right here just thinking about it. Just please use me," he pleaded, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. At that moment, our plates arrived. I pulled my feet from Jake's lap and slipped them back into my shoes. After hungrily attacking the burger, I finished my drink and called the waitress over to order another round. Jake left his food untouched while he frantically navigated on his phone, no doubt trying to find a hotel room for less than $800 a night on such short notice. "Ah!" he said finally. "How about the Hotel Commonwealth? It's only $600. That will drain my account, but it would be more than worth it." The thing was, I didn't exactly want to fuck Jake. My feelings were more complicated than that. After losing my virginity at college to a douchebag with a Prince Albert and stretched ears, then moving on to a succession of disappointingly mundane encounters, I had found sex to be pretty standard with every guy. It was as if they had all read the same procedure book:: kiss her neck. Roll her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Breathe heavily in her ear. Finger her. Tear panties off. Insert dick. Cum too quickly. The end. With most of them, I hadn't even come close to an orgasm. But that wasn't what I enjoyed most about it. The fun part was the chase, really. Or being chased. Or maybe both. With Jake, it was different. We really were good friends. Over the years, the romantic feelings had waxed and waned. But I had always had an urge to exploit the information he'd divulged - to take advantage of the things that he had told me, to exploit his strange desires, but also to withhold myself from him. I wanted to keep the upper hand at all times, but let his preferences guide me in driving him crazy. It was a different kind of chase I wanted - or something more than a chase. Not a relationship exactly, but a different thing entirely. More like a chess game, only all of my pieces would be queens. And the game would depend on his movements, too, but always end with me winning. Preferably, winning by ending in hours of cunnilingus and whatever else I asked of him. No, demanded. Demanded of him. He had always talked about men who wanted to relinquish their control to a woman - who wanted to relax into being a mere object. The comfort of submission, he called it. He liked reading forums on Silk Road that specialized in this distinct kind of relationship. Men cleaned houses, he said. They came over dressed in whatever you demanded, and were content to serve as a piece of furniture. You could make them lick your floor clean if you wanted. He had always tried to talk me into trying it, but I had felt reluctant. It was weird, to find some guy on the internet and give him the keys to my house. It would be even weirder to invite a stranger over to massage my feet, or walk around in a French maid costume complete with platform heels. Still, my curiosity about this never left me. It seemed like it could be fun, with the right person. Oral sex on demand? No obligation to reciprocate? Total control of a person? It sounded like the perfect sexual relationship to me. "Okay," I relented. "The Commonwealth it is. And you're paying for a cab, too." He finished the transaction, then quickly devoured his burger and fries. I only managed to eat half of mine, but I did finish a third drink. I was definitely feeling drunk, and irresistibly horny. I was positive that I was so wet I had soaked the back of my skirt, and I hoped that it wouldn't show too much while we exited the dim restaurant. While we waited for the bill, I shamelessly shoved my feet back in his lap, aggressively trying to jerk him off through his jeans. I think he came close, but the sensation was too dulled by the fabric. I knew he would come quickly if my expensive stockings came into contact with the sensitive head of his cock. He called a cab as we waited, trying to maintain his composure while completing the quick transaction. After we paid, I put my shoes back on and we half-stumbled outside. We were both drunk, but it didn't seem like he would have any problems getting it up. I shook my head, dismissing this habitual thought. He won't get a chance to use his cock tonight, I thought to myself, unless I let him. The sense of control I had filled me deliciously. I could make him do anything. He had begged me. It was a little pathetic, actually, how badly he wanted it. I could tell that none of his past relationships had been successful in this regard by how desperately he had begged. This would be his first experience, too, and that made me a lot less nervous. When the cab arrived, he climbed in first. It was the kind with a high divider and a plexiglass window between the front seat and the back. Jake reached a hand over and placed it on my thigh, wasting no time in getting to my soaking wet pussy. I suppressed a yelp. His hands were cold. But they felt like sweet relief on the hot, swollen flesh between my legs. My clit felt enormous and erect, and when he brushed his fingers lightly brushed it, I shuddered, involuntarily coming instantly. "You're so wet," he breathed in my ear. "Did you just come?" I nodded. "Fuck," he exhaled. "I'm not going to be able to get enough of that." His fingers fluttered around my clit again, then drifted down to caress the stockings stretched taut over my thighs. He was panting with anticipation. "Please," he gasped, "Bec, just promise that you'll do whatever you want to me. I have no limits. You can even hurt me if you want. I just want you to use me. Please." His fingers drifted to my clit again, and he easily slid two fingers into my cunt. "Soooo fucking wet," he gasped again. He began to move his fingers in and out, and my muscles clenched around them. He curled his fingers to put pressure on my g-spot, and I exhaled sharply. "I bet you like that," he whispered in my ear, breathing heavily. "Come for me again, Becs. Please. I just want to make you feel good. You are so fucking hot and wet right now. I know you love this." I obliged, and had the strongest orgasm I'd ever had in the back of a cab, the Haitian driver jabbering away on his cell phone while Jake's fingers pressed against that little nub of nerve endings deep inside. He brought me to orgasm twice more in rapid succession before we reached the hotel. After paying the cab driver, no doubt in Rebecca-scented cash, we checked in with the concierge and proceeded to the elevator. When it arrived, we found it empty. Jake stepped in before me, and I could hear him still panting slightly from the cab ride. He pressed himself against my back, grabbing my hips and pulling me against him, and this time I could feel his erection against my tight ass. He grasped a breast with one hand, and leaned me back against him slightly while his fingers went to work again. I had orgasm number five courtesy of Jake just before the elevator doors opened to a Midwestern-looking couple, who managed to simultaneously express both fear and disgust at two drunken strangers committing sexual acts in an elevator. Jake and I laughed as we ran down the hall to room number 572. He slid the keycard in, and let me in first. I immediately flopped on the bed. "Goddamn," I sighed contentedly, "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take." "You don't have to..." he said. "You can have me do anything you want. I'd love to taste that sweet little ass of yours. Or you can just sit me on the floor in front of you and tease me with your feet." "Well," I said, "my feet do still hurt." Jake approached the foot of the bed, slipped off my heels, and knelt before my feet. He began kissing the soles, rubbing the rough stubble of his cheek against the fine texture of the stockings. "Bec - - I mean Mistress - - I am yours tonight. Do with me as you wish." Domination I knew she was interested when she kept glancing at me nervously. She was one of those tall white women with legs up to here and a head full of stories about black sexual prowess. I had been jogging and the sensation of my silk shorts against my cock had stimulated me to full readiness. With nothing between my hard on and the outside world except that thin layer of cloth, it was easy to see my state of mind and how much tool I had to work with. Yes, she was interested. I sat down at the little outdoor cafe, taking a table just across from hers. I stretched out so she could see all the way up the inside of my thigh. She wanted to look but was too embarrassed to stare. I began talking with her and she responded slowly at first. When my lunch came, I instructed the waitress to sit the plate on Marie's table. It was a bold move and she remarked on it. "In Georgia, gentlemen don't invite themselves to a ladies table." "We're in Boston," I said. "and this gentleman does what pleases him." She blushed at my boldness but continued with the conversation. While I finished my lunch, I began thinking she was a true submissive, but one who had never been told what to do before. As I sat there with a rock hard cock and nothing to lose, I decided to play it out. "I'll pick you up tonight for dinner and, of course, you'll be the main course. Where do you live?" "Oh, I could never give out my address to a strange man," she replied. "Then don't," I said. I gave her my address and told her to be there no later than 7:00. She looked almost stunned as I threw some cash on the table and walked out. She was prompt. Right at 7:00 the doorbell rang. She had on a short, black halter top dress. It showed off her bare legs nicely. The accessibility it gave me to her body also showed off her subconscious desire to be fucked by a black man. I fed her well. I opened a second bottle of wine and sat next to her on the couch as we talked. After a few minutes, I pulled her to me and covered her mouth with mine, my hand going immediately to her breast. Her hand landed on my thigh and nervously fluttered there for a moment before she broke away and stood up. She was flustered and also aroused by my rough approach. She started to speak. I rose my hand to silence her. "I am the boss here and you will do as I say. Tonight, I will do with you whatever pleases me." She looked both shocked and excited at my statement. I waited a moment for her to fully realize what would happen if she stayed. She stood there expectantly, nervously shifting from side to side. When we both knew she had passed up the opportunity to leave, I issued my first instruction of the evening. "Walk over to the dining room table." I instructed. She did as she was told. "Now lay the top of your body across the table." She obediently turned around and stretched herself across the table. The position raised her dress so that I could see all of her fantastic legs and almost to the point where her ass was exposed. It was a delicious sight but I wanted to see more. "Now lift the back of your dress so I can see that sweet little ass." Slowly she lifted it to her waist, showing me a well-proportioned ass only marginally covered with white thong panties. The thin strip between her legs only covered her slit, leaving the rest of that sweet gap between her legs uncovered. I wanted to taste it but I had to dominate her first. "Now reach between your legs and prepare yourself for me," I ordered. I watched as her trembling fingers touched that moistening spot that I would soon own. She gasped as she began to stroke herself and I watched as her pussy lips began to spread and the thong slip between them. "Tell me the truth, now. You came over here with that little nothing of a dress on and almost nothing underneath. You were hoping something would happen. You were praying that I would fuck you." "No. No I wasn't." Her fingers kept working their magic. I noticed that she had quit stroking the length of her cunt and was just concentrating now on her clit. It was time. Now that she was fully open for me, I stood up and walked toward her. Instinctively, she spread her legs wider, anticipating what she knew was coming. "Pull your panties down so I can get a good look at that little pussy," I said. She slid them down over her buttocks, just framing those ass cheeks and pointing the way to her fully opened cunt. She gasped when she heard me pull my zipper down and reached for the other side of the table, stretching herself out and preparing for my entry. I dropped my hard cock on top of her ass and slowly drew it down her crack until the head was poised for penetration. I looked down at what was being offered. Her ass was creamy white, her panties even whiter still. She was ready and waiting, needing desperately to be fucked hard. "Ask me for it." I demanded. "Tell me what you want." "Fuck me." she whispered. "Do it now." It came out of her mouth almost as a gasp, as though she couldn't believe what she was saying. I placed my hands on her butt and slammed forward hard, entering her completely in one motion. The force of the penetration caused her to cry out and moved the table several inches forward. As she rose up slightly in reaction to the suddeness of the encounter, my hands reached under her and rudely yanked the front of the dress down to her waist. I palmed both of her breasts, each a perfectly shaped handful and felt her first orgasm build. I slammed into her harder and harder. The more ferocious the fucking, the more she came. Soon, I exploded deep inside her and pulled out. She slumped backwards, slowly collapsing onto the floor at my feet. The dress was bunched at her waist, the panties a white flag of surrender just below her ass. I knelt at her head and slowly slipped my cock into her mouth. I dipped my fingers into the wetness of her cunt, then began to massage her clit. The action between her legs seemed to encourage her orally. Soon she was sucking me to full hardness again. This time I rolled her onto her back. quickly yanked her panties off and pressed those long legs against her tits, exposing that freshly fucked cunt to my most intimate inspection. At my instruction, she found my cock with her hands and put it back where it belonged. She came twice more before I emptied again. This time, I left my cock inside her and felt the last tremors or her orgasm die away. I had to share this woman with my friends. I wondered if she would open herself up to two black lovers at the same time? It would happen. Domination I thought I would never find someone who would meet my sexual desires. That is until my husband introduced me to you. I could tell how much you wanted me from the moment you laid your eyes on me. Your loose fitting pants couldn’t hide your raging hard on you had, no doubt thinking about laying me over your desk and fucking the shit out of me. I couldn’t believe how soaked my panties got that day knowing you were so hard and it was because of me. I wasted no time planning a night when I could have you come over and fuck me with that cock of yours. Finally the perfect opportunity came up; my husband told me he had to go away on a business trip for the weekend. I took him to the airport, saw him off, went directly to a payphone, and called you. I asked if you were busy tonight because I needed some help around the house and my husband had just left for the weekend. You were more than happy to come over and help; you didn’t even ask what I needed. I was so turned on and my pussy was getting so wet in anticipation of that night that I had to run to the bathroom and bring myself to an orgasm before I could leave the airport. I got home and got ready for you. Pretty soon there was a knock on the door and I was surprised to see it was you already. I opened up the door and you walked in. You didn’t even wait for me to say hello as you pressed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. I was so turned on by your dominance that I almost came right there. I undid your pants and found that you weren’t wearing any underwear. Your cock was rock hard and ready for me to suck it. I no sooner grabbed it in my hands, than you pulled your head away from mine and pushed me down to my knees. I took every inch of you in my mouth and started to suck you hard. Faster and faster your cock slipped in and out of my mouth. I reached and grabbed your balls and began to massage and squeeze them. You reached down and grabbed my head and held me still while you began to thrust your dick in and out of my mouth yourself. I let you do that for a while until I could tell you were about ready to cum, then I reached around and grabbed your ass with both hands and made you stop thrusting. Then I started fucking you harder with my mouth this time, determined to make you cum hard. You let out a cry of pleasurable pain as my fingernails dug into your ass while I guided you in and out f my mouth. I t didn’t take long for you to reach an orgasm. I swallowed every drop of your hot cum that your cock shot down my throat. When you had recovered from your orgasm, I led you upstairs. When we got to the bedroom, there was a table of assorted toys next to the bed. As I took off the shirt and shorts I was wearing, I told you that I had been very bad and that I needed punished badly. You couldn’t stop staring at what I was wearing; I had on a black leather bra with a chain clap on the back and a black pair of crotchless rubber panties. You wasted no time in picking up on the game I wanted to play and you played it well. You told me to get down on the floor on my hands and knees. I did as you commanded as you walked over to the table and picked up a short chain leash and a black leather whip. “How bad have you been?” You asked as you walked slowly back towards me with an evil grin on your face. “Do you need a good whipping and ass fucking to teach you a lesson?” “Yes, yes whip me hard!” I screamed. The whip cracked hard against my firm ass as the first feeling of extreme pleasurable pain shot through my body. “Do it again!” I begged. The whip hit me again and I could feel my ass getting red from the hits. You had enough of the whip and brought the leash over and attached it to the chains on the back of my bra. “Tell me where you jelly lube is.” You demanded in a husky sexual voice. I pointed towards a drawer on the nightstand and you went over and got the tube out. At the angle I was at, my asshole was exposed though my crotchless panties so you were able to just push them out of the way. I could feel your fingers in my ass as you lubed up my hole. My pussy was drenched from my excitement. Finally I felt you tighten up your hold on the leash so that you could hold me still as you slid your hard cock into my tight ass. I could feel you slowly filling my ass with your cock, until finally you were completely inside me. “Fuck me hard!” I demanded. You held my leash tight as you started thrusting in and out of my ass. I looked up to see myself in the full-length mirror on wall. Seeing myself leashed up and under your control as you fucked my ass made my pussy explode in orgasm. You continued to pump me fast and hard. I panted out your name with each thrust. Faster and faster you fucked me until your cock exploded your load of hot cum into my ass. You undid my leash, stood me up, removed my bra and panties, and told me to lie down on the bed. As I did that, you grabbed the handcuffs off the table and hand cuffed my hands together and then to the headboard. Then you grabbed the two pair of leg cuffs, spread my legs apart and cuffed them to the footboard. You straddle me and kissed me deep and hard, then started kissing your way down my body. You stopped at my breasts just long enough to play with my nipples and tease them while I moaned in pleasure. You continued down until you got to my pussy. I could feel you teasing my lips with your tongue. You circled you tongue around my opening until I begged you to eat me out. Finally you thrust your tongue into my hot wet pussy. I squealed with pleasure as you sucked my pussy hard. Your tongue ran wild inside me as you played with my clit in your teeth. I could feel my orgasm coming on fast as you kept sucking. Finally my pussy exploded and I could feel you sucking all the juice you could get. “Undo me now!” I demanded. I wanted to pleasure you as you did to me. You undid the hand and leg cuffs and I told you to lie down. You cooperated perfectly as I cuffed you to the bed. Your cock was standing hard and ready to be fucked again, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. I reached over and grabbed a candle that I had burning next to the bed and held it in my hand as I began kissing your neck and shoulders. I ran my tongue down your shoulders to your chest and around your nipples. Slowly, I dripped some hot wax onto your chest. You let out a surprised cry of pain, but it quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as I licked and sucked it off. You begged me to do it again, so I dropped a few more drops down your chest and stomach then licked and sucked my way down to your cock. I teased your cock with my tongue for a second before I climbed up onto you and guided my soaked pussy onto your waiting cock. I slid myself onto you slowly taking pleasure in feeling you slowly filling me up. You started to try to thrust your cock into my pussy and I demanded you to stop, this was my turn to fuck you. I started to work myself up and down on you. Your cock slid in and out of me, harder and harder I rammed my pussy down onto you until I felt myself ready to cum. I started to move faster and faster determined to make you cum with me. Faster and harder I went as I reached down and grabbed your ass with my hands. My nails dug into your ass making you with moan with pleasure. “I’m cumming now!” I screamed as I pumped myself up and down faster on your cock. I felt you tense up and shoot your wad of cum into me just as I exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm. I collapsed on top of you for a few minutes until I regained control of my body. Then I undid you from the bed and sent you home. I was happy with the job that you had done, and knew that you would be making more house calls in the future. Domination Opening the door to the two-story home, things don't "feel" right. A cold hand races up the back of Jared's spine, setting the hair on the back of his neck on end. Looking around warily he slowly makes his way into the too silent dining room. No TV is playing in the den, and no stereo is playing in the house. Which is odd considering his little submissive loves to listen and sing with the songs played by the local radio station and music stations she had discovered upon coming to live him two months ago. Moving catlike through the hall, Jared searches the living room, then the den for any signs of his submissive. A nagging feeling needles at his gut as he closes in on the kitchen, which by now should smell of cooking food. Growling low he moves silently through the house, moving to his study and still finding no sign of the now infuriating slut. Catching the sound of a muffled cough, Jared moves quickly toward The Chamber... His room. Where only he takes her when he wishes to use, abuse and pleasure her. Placing his palm flat against the wooden door, he lays his ear against the engraved wood trying to catch any signs of who might be trespassing in what He had made as a safe and comfortable place to take Leigha. Hearing the sound of a whip crack, followed by a muffled moan as the lash made contact against flesh causes Jared's caution to be thrown wayside. Slamming the door open, he moves swiftly into the room stopping only inches from the only means of safe escape. Staring in disbelief at the two women before him, Jared's eyes make burning contact with the dark hazel eyes of his girl. The flogger still held tightly in her right hand, her fingers buried possessively in the dark triangle of a bound girl, and the unmistakable crisscrossing lines of flanges across her milky white skin. Letting his eyes travel her body, his teeth grind as images flash in his memory of nights spent with this girl now holding the flogger, as HE made those same identifiable marks on HER body. Letting his eyes come to rest on the bound girls face he wonders what it would be like to kiss those soft pink lips wrapped around one of his silk gags and have him place the unmistakable look of subspace on her lovely features, Jared slowly forms a snarl, his lips curling away from white even teeth. Eyes narrowing dangerously, he watches as Leigha slowly slides her manicured fingers from the girls' cunt, being sure to torment the already abused flesh. With eyes glinting, a slow challenge lights her dark hazel eyes. 'Oh yes her training was obviously coming along just fine'. "What the hell?" The whispered curse slips past Jared's' sneering lips, taking a deep breath Leigha raises her chin proudly as she grasps the handle to the flogger more tightly. "Master, I didn't expect you home so soon. I thought you were in Colorado on a business trip." "I was, just not long enough apparently." Stalking the few steps between himself and Leigha, Jared snatches the flogger from her hand. Grabbing a handful of hair, he forces Leigha to her knees in front of him on the hard polished wooden floor for her bound toy to see. Keeping his fingers firmly tangled in Leigha's long brown hair, Jared watches as the girl slowly focuses on the scene before her dazed vision. Looking into her shocking blue eyes his loins tighten with anticipation. 'This will definitely prove very interesting'. Glancing down at the woman kneeling at his feet in silent supplication Jared smiles, evil thoughts race through his mind. The thought of forcing his dear little submissive to watch as he uses his skill on her 'experiment' suddenly seems like a wonderful idea. Pulling Leigha's head forcefully back with her hair, Jared leans down into her face, lips nearly touching hers. "She have a name love?" His question is met by a soft whimper; with trembling lips Leigha slowly nods her head. Looking up to the girl, he sees her building discomfort. Moving her wrists nervously in the cuffs, he watches as she strains against the chains holding her arms above her head. Noting that her feet are firmly planted on the floor and bound to the rings at the ankles, he nods his head in surprised admiration of his slut. "You have learned well Heaven." "Thank you Sir." The whisper brings his attention back to the girl still clutched in his fingers. Narrowing his eyes, Jared releases her abruptly and watches as she falls into a crouch at his feet. "Release the bitch, we..." Looking from Leigha to the other indicate that she is also included in the 'we' part of the coming conversation. "We have much to talk about." Rising quickly, Leigha releases the now frightened girl. Whispering calming words to her, she tries to reassure her that master is not going to punish her in any way. If anything it would be Leigha receiving a brutal reprimand, and since coming to be with him he has never once hurt her in anger. Shutting the door and locking it, Jared turns on the two girls. Snapping his fingers, Leigha quickly takes her place at his feet. "I am Jared, also known as Lord Master Dracko. I do not know how much my slut has told you of me, but apparently she has told you more than she has told me at this point. That we will sort out later. Your name please." Looking from Jared to Leigha, the girl wrings her hands nervously then swallows the sudden lump that has formed in her throat. Swallowing again trying to rid herself of the oppressive object she opens her mouth but no sound is made. Licking her lips, she senses Jared's eyes watching her. "I'm Shauna, Sir." Raising an eyebrow, Jared seems surprised to hear the use of the term 'Sir', obviously something has been going on for some time. Looking to Leigha, he watches as she lowers her head in shame. Or to hide that infuriating smirk she gets when she is proud of herself or enjoying a cat and mouse game at his expense. "Nice to meet you Shauna." Nodding her head slowly, Shauna stands waiting. "Seems my slut has been working with you for quite sometime, you may sit." "Thank you Lord Master Dracko." Moving quietly with slight stiffness, she finds a place near Leigha but far enough out of Jared's reach. Noting her choice of seating arrangements, Jared chuckles softly, rising to pace the enclosed space he wonders to himself just what he is to do with his girl... and this newly added yet deliciously looking twist of fate offered into his lap. Hearing a slight noise, Jared turns to find both Leigha and Shauna on their feet. Folding his arms over his chest, Jared plants his feet firmly apart as the girls boldly approach him. Looking at the two of them, he begins to wonder what is going through their devious minds. Smiling wickedly up into his face each girl reaches for his wrists, taking them into velvety soft hands Jared quietly allows them to lead him into the dimly lit bathroom he had built within 'the chamber'. The scent of melting candles and flicker of the burning flame draw his attention to the small room, looking from Leigha to Shauna, Jared opens his mouth as though to speak. Quickly placing her hand over his mouth, Leigha stills the very idea of speech. Deciding to play this game a little longer, Jared's curiosity is peeked. Shaking her head in denial, Leigha leads Jared into the close confines of the bathing room. Entering the room Shauna quickly shuts the door and slides the bolt into place. Glancing back, Jared stares dumbly at the new bolt. He wasn't the one who installed the blasted thing, but he would be the one to remove it... maybe. Closing and locking the door, Leigha and Shauna slowly converge on Jared and start removing his shirt. Their soft hands brushing against his chest and arms as they slide the material from his body, standing before Jared Leigha places her hands on her hips a devious smile on her lips. "Remove your pants Dracko, I want to see your naked flesh before me." Looking down into Leigha's eyes, Jared laughs. "Who the hell do you think you are cunt? I'm Lord and Master here." "Not tonight you aren't Dracko." Holding her head at a defiant angle, she watches the menacing change come over Jared. Leigha watches as Jared's eyes begin turning from brown to near black as he attempts to reach for her. Hearing a sharp hiss, Jared feels his throat throttled by the lash of a whip. His whip. The cord cutting his ability to breath in half. Cursing under his breath Jared slowly unfastens the button of his jeans and releases the zipper. Letting the heavy material fall from his hips, Leigha watches the material pool at his feet. Smiling at the sight of his nakedness before her, she reaches out and strokes Jared's thigh causing the hair on his legs to stand on end. Slowly tracing her finger up Jared's thigh and across his cock, Leigha smiles as it jumps at her tender touch. The blood beginning to pump through his veins brings the member to life, gently wrapping her fingers around the hardening cock she easily pumps the rod from base to head. Squeezing as she repeats the action, watching his face as Jared's eyes slowly flutter closed and a moan passes his lips. "Did I say you could speak?" A fast crack against his thigh snaps Jared's eyes open, staring in disbelief at Leigha. Snarling slightly he quickly conceals the glare of doom in his eyes and takes the part of submissive, averting his gaze to the floor his jaw tenses as he clamps his teeth against the unspoken snide comment. "That's better. To your knees boy." Watching Jared slowly go down onto his knees, Leigha watches his body tense, the strong muscles in his shoulders flex with each fist he forms at his sides. "Apologize to your Domme boy." The softly spoken command coming from behind him surprises Jared; the mouse he had seen in the Chamber is no mouse after all. Getting no response Shauna tightens the lash ever so slightly against Jared's throat. Bringing his head up, Jared stares dumbfounded at Leigha. Of all the arrogant, pigheaded, hair-brained women, attempting to rise, his only thought is to wrap his hands around her neck and bring the little bitch to her knees. The sudden pull against the whips lash still wrapped around his throat stops Jared from his attempted desire of getting to his feet, cursing under his breath he raises defiant eyes to Leigha. The look of love shining in her now dark hazel eyes knocks the wind from his sails; softening his own deathly look Jared lowers his eyes to the floor. Cupping Jared's face gently, his lips caress her palm in a silent apology. Using his tongue to trace small circles in the center of Leigha's' palm, she feels the warm moistness of the tip of his tongue against her skin. Pulling her hand slowly away from Jared's mouth, she traces her manicured fingertip along his roughened jaw line to the delicate shell of his ear. Softly tracing the contours of the shell shaped ear. Moving away from Jared, Leigha smiles gently into his face, feeling her heart nearly skip several beats with her love and desire for her Master. But knowing at some point she will pay for this wicked game, and pay dearly. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Leigha turns her attention on Shauna. "Rise and get yourself bathed. Shauna assist him girl. I want him cleansed for this evening." Watching Shauna kneel beside the tub, Leigha sits in the chair silently enjoying the relaxing sound of the water sloshing and dripping in the tub as Shauna bathes Jared's' body. Smiling as he stands in the water, Leigha gently rubs her braless nipples through the sheer blouse hanging loosely on her thin frame. Knowing how much this excites Jared, she lets her hand wonder down her stomach and over her wet crotch. Leigha's eyes narrow as she watches his mouth gap slightly, then suddenly snapping shut and swallowing the saliva in his mouth. As Shauna continues to soap his body, Leigha watches her hands move expertly over Jared's wet skin with the cloth leaving a soap trail along his thighs and down exquisitely shaped legs. "See to it you wash him completely slut. Leave nothing untouched." Hearing the quick intake of breath Leigha lazily travels her dark eyes up Jared's body to his face. "Nothing untouched boy bitch. I want your body clean." Waiting for an explosive denial from Jared's lips, Leigha nods her head as he drops his head in submission to the command. "Very wise Dracko, you are learning my love." Watching Shauna's hands roam Jared's beautiful body, the soap washes away the dirt of the day. Cocking her head to the side Leigha watches as Shauna begins washing his ass. Her light touch and coarseness of the soapy cloth slide over Jared's cheeks as he stands there with head down. Leigha can see that a mental battle is waging within Jared's dark mind, the desire to take Shauna's hands from his body and most likely the want to wring her own neck. Leigha knows that indeed she shall pay for this trespass. With fingers twitching, Jared's legs begin to tremble as desire races through his taught body. A soft curse slips past Shauna's lips as she drops the cloth into the cooling water. Leaning into the tub to retrieve the dropped cloth, Leigha stops her hand by gripping her slender wrist. With Jared watching Leigha's actions she can almost hear his body hum from the sexual tension racing through his veins. "Use your hands Shauna My love, feel him awaken with your touch on his bare skin." Shock fills her suddenly widened blue eyes, but letting the cloth fall from her fingers she silently complies with Leigha's soft order. Lessening the grip on her wrist Leigha seems pleased to see how well her training is beginning to take affect. "Yes M'Lady, as you so desire." Releasing her wrist Leigha places a finger under her chin and gently pulls Shauna to meet Leigha's gentle lips. Setting her lips against Shauna's in a gentle kiss Jared moans from above. Deepening the kiss, Leigha's tongue teases her bottom lip requesting Shauna to open her mouth. As Leigha feels Shauna's compliance, her tongue snakes into Shauna's mouth possessing it, claiming her. Slipping her hand into Shauna's hair, Leigha's fingers entangle in the thick tresses at the base of her neck. Balling her fingers in the mass of shimmering dark locks Leigha pulls her head back away from her kiss gently. Shauna's eyes close and Leigha trails warm kisses down her jaw and over her exposed throat. Shauna's soft moan brings a grin to Leigha's lips as she gently releases her from the spell woven about the girls' senses. Looking up to Jared, Leigha traces the contours of his face with her dark hazel eyes. Following the curve of Jared's jaw, Leigha traces a path with her eyes down his throat and past his collarbone to lazily caress his muscular chest and abdomen until coming to rest on the now rigid cock standing boldly before him. Reaching out to Jared, Leigha wraps her hand around his throbbing cock and strokes it leisurely with deliberately slow strokes. Jared's moan again tells Leigha that any control that Jared thought he had was slowly slipping from his grasp. Using her palm, Leigha rubs her fingernails over the head of Jared's cock, feeling the warmth of his cum seeping from the slit in the velvety soft head. Suddenly pulling away from him, Leigha nods to Shauna to finish her task and wipes the soap from her hand to return to lounging in the chair next to the tub she was seated in. Balling his hands into fists Leigha grins crookedly as Jared struggles to remain standing, Shauna's soft hands lather his inner thighs and slowly work toward his cock. Slipping her fingers between Jared's butt cheeks, Leigha watches as his body instantly tenses. Making a clicking sound with her tongue she shakes her head and points toward the floor. Dropping his eyes, Jared slowly bends forward. Shauna's fingers slip over the tightly puckered hole of his anus as she cleanses his body. Rubbing her hands between his legs from behind, her palms rub lightly against his ball sack sending chills over his entire body. A soft chuckle from Leigha nearly brings Jared to his knees, a harsh hiss and ragged breathing his only reply to the new sensations coursing through his lean, muscular frame. Daring to glance in Leigha's direction, Jared watches as she raises her head slightly cocking an eyebrow at his obvious defiance. The single look alone says more than a hundred words could speak. Watching Jared drop his head she smiles slightly, watching Shauna continue her administrations to Jared's body. . Standing with jaw clenched and trembling, Jared gasps as Shauna's hands slowly caress his throbbing cock. Pulling back the foreskin to rotate her hand around the head of his velvety dick, Shauna glances up to watch his reaction. Moaning, the sound a near growl as Jared slowly crumbles to his knees in the chilled water of the tub. Rising from her seat, Leigha snatches the towel from the hanger and hands it to Shauna. "Get up Jared my sweet, I am not finished with you as of yet." Slowly rising to his feet, Jared stands next to Shauna as she offers the towel for him to wrap around his tightly sculpted waist. Still trembling Jared cautiously steps from the tub and places the towel snuggly around his slim hips. Turning to look at Leigha, Jared sees the black strip of cloth grasped in her hand. Slowly shaking his head no, a mutinous threat cloud his dark eyes as Leigha shakes her head yes. Feeling the firm, gentle grip of Shauna's hand on his wrist, Jared finds his hands being bound with a sturdy rope. The course rawness of the roping warns Jared not to struggle, for if he were to struggle against the hemp cord the marks would be evident on his wrists for a long time to come. "Turn around love, 'tis time for my pleasure." As Jared turns around Leigha can only imagine the glare cast at Shauna as her face breaks into a wide smile and she lifts her hands up as if her wrists were also bound by some invisible rope. Stepping onto a stool, Leigha places a blindfold over his eyes and securely ties the knot behind his head. As Jared's vision becomes totally impaired; a low growl escapes his throat. Taking hold of the towel wrapped around Jared's body, Leigha snaps it quickly from his waist, exposing his nakedness. Unlocking the door she opens it, letting the cool air kiss his damp body as Jared is led into the outer room. Giving softly spoken directions, Jared is led the short distance to the stairs with Shauna's voice as his only guide. Beginning the slow ascent up the stairs, Leigha rests her warm hands against Jared's hips to keep him balanced as he slowly walks from one step to the other. Leading him into what he knows as the master bedroom, Jared catches the scent of burning candles. Being told to kneel, he slowly goes to his knees feeling the bed make contact with his legs. Letting his weight sink into the mattress; Jared feels the solid push against his shoulders as Shauna or Leigha forces him onto the mattress, his bound wrists going under the weight of his body, trapping them under his muscled chest. Leaving Jared's ass fully exposed to view, vulnerable. Knowing how easy it would be for someone to fondle him, he feels a slight frisson of excitement and then the dreaded anticipation of what might happen. Listening intently for any changes in the sounds around him, Jared steadies his breathing waiting for some sound. Hearing none, he waits. Jumping slightly from the soft touch of hands, Shauna and Leigha chuckle at Jared's expense. Not making a sound, two sets of hands begin touching and stroking his body, caressing the goose bumped flesh along his strong arms and legs. As the assault of caresses continues, Jared becomes aware of the path they are taking. Softly the hands linger against his sides, sliding lower until they stroke his stomach making him quiver with anticipation. The gentle stroke of fingernails causes Jared to catch his breath as the path leads to the thick mass of hair between his legs, just at the bold caress touches the base of his hard cock, Leighas' lips brush against Jared's' mouth. Domination "You belong to Me, My love. Your body is Mine to command, to control as I so desire." A shudder races through his body as Leighas mouth captures his in a savage kiss. Her tongue delves deeply into his mouth as she traces the contours of his tongue with hers, wrestling with his senses. Feeling soft fingers encircle his cock, a moan slips past his lips. Nipping Jared's bottom lip, Leigha strokes the side of his face. Tracing her fingers through his hair and pulling his face closer to her. Jared can smell the fragrance of Leighas perfume and musky scent of her arousal. Touching his lips to her skin, the soft feel of Leigha's neck arouses Jared even more. Feeling his cock begin to throb in the soft silky hands of Shauna, her strokes become bolder as her hands follow the length of his cock, rubbing the head and stroking the rod back to the base of the shaft. "Jared, climb onto the bed." Leigha's softly whispered command fans the side of Jared face, causing the hair at the nape of his neck to stand on end. . Feeling the bed shift suddenly under the weight of his movement, he feels the release of Shauna's hands on his cock and the swift loss of Leigha's departure. Not sure what's going to happen next, Jared cautiously climbs onto the bed when two pairs of hands push him onto his side. Rolling onto his back, Jared's ankles are suddenly grasped and bound by the same roping as is binding his wrists. The rough braided strands of rope rub the skin of his ankles, daring him to struggle against the binds. . With his feet touching the floor, Jared feels the tug of the tightening rope pull his heels against the mattress resting against the floor. Lying on his back, legs bent he begins to feel more vulnerable than before. Suddenly realizing that maybe this is how his slut felt during her training, Jared begins to twinge with a bit of regret. Leigha's touch brings him back to the moment as her fingers stroke his calves and drift up his thighs to flutter across his rigid cock. Lingering shortly, Leigha stokes his dick with soft hands. Feeling him throb at her touch she crawls over Jared, straddling his hips with her body. Having him pinned beneath her, Leigha allows her clothed body to rub against his bare skin. A soft moan slips past Jared's lips and his hips rock against Leigha, begging for more. Chuckling softly as she continues to crawl up his body until she is sitting on his chest. Jared can feel the texture of jean rub against the sides of his ribs, the heat of her crotch seeming to sear his chest. Leaning over him, Leigha's shirt brushes against Jared's face, the soft fragrance of her body lotion assails his senses. Frustration fills him as he silently screams to have the blindfold removed, the desire to beg begins to fill his mind. Wanting the fulfillment of her body against him, attempting to raise his bound wrists over Leigha's head to capture her against him fail. Seeing his intent, she grasps his wrists and forces them back against the bed above his head. Leaning her weight against his wrists she instructs Shauna to bind Jared's wrists to the rope fastened under the bed. After having Jared securely bound; Leigha sits comfortably on his chest keeping most of her weight on bent legs. . "Now boy, what shall I do with you?" Leaning down she gently kisses him on the mouth, lingering as her tongue slips into the warm recess of his mouth. Deepening the kiss she sucks his tongue into her mouth, inciting a soft muffled moan. Breaking the kiss, Leigha rises from Jared's chest letting her fingers trail a light path down his chest and over his abdomen to the now seeping cock. A smile plays across her lips as she bends down and kisses the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his cum on the velvety head. Rocking his hips toward Leigha, she lets his cock slip into her mouth, scraping her teeth down the length of the shaft she swirls her tongue around the base of the hard shaft. Clamping her teeth against the throb of his cock, she grates her teeth up to the head; Jared's moan filling the room as she suckles the head of his cock, her tongue dipping and swirling in the tight slit at the head. Jared's taste envelopes Leigha's senses as she continues the gentle torment of his sensitive flesh, sucking the head of his cock into her warm mouth Leigha swallows the flesh deeply into her throat. Feeling the throb inside her throat she swallows convulsively before pulling off his head, licking the saliva from the velvety tip. Forgetting his place, Leigha hears the beginnings of soft begging. Caressing the head of his cock with her tongue she suckles off and listens as softly whispered words fill the quiet room. The soft begging brings a slight chuckle to her throat. "You forget your place boy, Keep your begging silent." Watching Jared's face tighten at her command, Leigha knows how hard this must be for Jared; he was not one to keep his tongue in check. But then again why should he? He was after all the Dom. Smiling to herself, Leigha nods her head at Shauna, instructing her to come forward while Leigha sits back and watches Shauna begin a slow leisurely stroke of Jared's cock. Her hands work wonderfully against Jared's tightened flesh as she slowly strokes his cock and fondles his bag, as Shauna's her hair brushes against his leg, Leigha hears the quick intake of breath as Shauna's mouth covers his throbbing member. As Shauna's hand strokes the hardened shaft in the opposite direction of her mouth, Leigha sits watching as Shauna pulls back the excess skin on Jared's cock. Her hand going down his shaft as her mouth strokes upward toward the now purple head of his aching rod, moving slowly against his flesh Shauna teases the swollen head with her tongue. Flicking the course, moist texture of her tongue across the tip of his cock, she laps eagerly at the opening slit suckling the head and taking it fully into her mouth. Watching Shauna from the place at Jared's side, Leigha sits quietly as Shauna administers to Jared's cock. Her own mouth watering from the sensuality of the scene, reaching out to pinch a taught nipple, Leigha twists it slightly before releasing the tortured flesh. Jared's gasp brings a slow smile to Leigha's lips as she rubs the injured area, only to lightly pinch the tightened nub again. Arching his body against the bonds holding him, a soft growl escapes Jared's lips as Leigha watches the torment taking its toll on his body. Tossing his head from side to side, the soft panting tells her how truly aroused, and tormented Jared really is. The sounds of the mattress creaking blend with the sounds of his moans, and the soft murmurs from Shauna's mouth against his rod. Sliding her hand up Jared's chest Leigha encircles his neck with her slender fingers, applying gentle pressure to still his movements and moaning. Her fingers tighten slightly against his skin and she can feel the throb of his heart under her fingertips, the very life source coursing through his veins. Leaning down next to Jared's ear, Leigha's tongue traces the lobe, her lips barely touching the sensitive flesh. Suckling his ear into her mouth, Jared's moan fills the room. Nipping his ear slightly, Leigha smiles against his ear lobe as a surprised gasp escapes his throat. Jerking his head away from the torment, Jared freezes as the gentle grip on his throat suddenly tightens, restricting his breathing slightly. Clicking her tongue in admonishment, Leigha pinches his nipple while slowly increasing the pressure until his moan satisfies her need for discipline. Leigha watches Shauna continue to suckle Jared's cock, her head bobbing up and down as suckling sounds fill the room with her mouth moveing faster, sliding up and down his shaft. Watching Shauna continue to suck Jared's cock, her head bobs up and down faster as Leigha instructs her to stroke his shaft with her hand. Fondling his balls with long fingers, Leigha slides her hand down his side, and over his hip onto his sack, replacing Shauna's gentle touch with her firm grasp. Jared's soft gasp brings yet another smile to Leigha's lips as she begins to knead the tightened flesh of his scrotum, touching Shauna's shoulder, Leigha moves to Shauna's side and replaces her mouth with her own. Swallowing his cock, she gently grates her teeth up the shaft to the head nipping it cruelly, the sudden jerk and grunt from his body pleases Leigha greatly. Still fondling his sack with her long fingers, she takes his cock deeply into her mouth, tasting the salty cum against her tongue. Rocking his hips into Leigha's face, she takes the length of Jared's cock into her mouth. Releasing his sack, she keeps sucking his cock as she reaches over to gently fondle Shauna's hanging breast. Suckling the head of his cock, Leigha laps the slit in the center before laying it gently against his stomach. Still stroking him with her hand, Leigha instructs Shauna to remove Jared's blindfold. Doing as told she gently removes the cloth covering his eyes. Giving his sight time to adjust, Leigha quietly lays her leg across one of his while she leisurely strokes his cock. Slipping a pillow under his head, Jared finds himself able to view what is happening in the lower region of the bed. Smiling wickedly Leigha again sucks his cock harshly into her mouth, letting her teeth scrape the hard muscle and forcing yet another moan from his lips. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she slowly strokes the throbbing rod. Moving against Shauna, Leigha traces her fingers along the contour of her shoulder, letting her fingers lightly graze Shauna's delicate jaw line. Slipping her fingers into Shauna's hair at the base of her neck, Leigha tangles her long fingers into Shauna's long tresses and pulls her slowly into her. Letting her lips lightly touch Shauna's cheek; she slowly kisses a trail to her mouth. Lingering against Shauna's lips Leigha kisses her gently, moving her tongue across her mouth. Tracing the outline of Shauna's mouth with her tongue, Leigha tastes the sweetness of her essence. Slipping her tongue into Shauna's mouth, she closes her lips against Shauna's savoring the gentleness and softness against her skin. Deepening the kiss she feels the texture of her mouth rub against Leigha's tongue, the feel of Shauna's tongue rubbing against Leigha's sexually excites her, the sound of her breathing becoming raspy speaks volumes to Leigha as she sucks Shauna's tongue into her mouth. Still slowly stroking Jared's cock, Leigha releases Shauna from the kiss and begins the leisurely path down her body with soft hands. Glancing toward Jared's face Leigha is pleased to see that he is still seemingly entranced with the actions. Moving away from Shauna, Leigha lifts the leather flogger from the bed, letting the cool material slide against his thigh and over his cock. Removing her hand from Jared's stiff member, Leigha dangles the flogger over his erection watching his eyes widen slightly at the realization of Leigha's actions. Shaking his head slightly, Jared clenches his hands into tight fists as Leigha watches Jared as a cat would watch a mouse. A slow smile plays across her lips as she rubs the talons against his thigh and over his throbbing cock, watching the stiffened rod jump from the contact of the leather against such vulnerable flesh, Slowly rubbing the leather strips up his body, she can sense the thrill behind the dangerously darkened eyes. Swinging the flogger suddenly, it makes contact with his thigh just below the hard erection. A gasp catches in Jared's throat from the slight sting of the leather against his flesh. Raising the leather again Leigha brings it down against the other thigh, reddening the flesh to a soft pink. Rubbing her soft hand against the offended area, she watches Jared's eyes slowly close. Her fingers barely touching the now throbbing erection, feeling blood pumping through his skin, she grips his cock. Stroking his flesh from base to head, Leigha's palm rubs the velvety tip. Coming into contact with the slit she can feel the slick wetness of cum, raising her hand away from Jared's cock, he watches helplessly while Leigha turns to Shauna and commands her in gentle tones to lick his cum from Leigha's palm. As her warm tongue comes into contact with Leigha's palm, Jared's low growl draws her attention. Cocking an eyebrow, Leigha's dark green eyes seem to bore into Jared's soul. Letting her head drop slightly to the side, she looks to Jared with little more than mild interest. The feel of Shauna's mouth still against her palm, Leigha drops the flogger back onto the bed between Jared's thighs, the leather strips slapping slightly against his throbbing erection. Raising her free hand to Shauna's head, Leigha raises Shauna's face to hers. Glancing at Jared once more to ensure he's watching, Leigha draws Shauna closer and slowly places her lips against Leigha's. Tasting the saltiness of Jared's cum on her lips, Leigha deepens the kiss until her tongue fills Shauna's mouth and she clings to Leigha, whimpering with desire. Feeling the bed jerk, Leigha breaks the kiss and lifts the flogger. Gripping the handle securely, Leigha brings the strips down against Jared's thigh once again. The sudden motion forcing him to pull against the rough rope bonds holding his wrists above his head. A deep animalistic moan escapes his throat as the flogger comes down against his chiseled thigh. Soft pleas of sexual hunger linger in the room, shaking her head with adamant determination, Leigha brings the flogger down again across Jared's thighs, only this time the leather slaps against the hard rod between his legs. The slight sting of the leather forces his body to arch away form the bed, the creak of the mattress combined with the staining of rope draws Leigha's attention back to his face. "Please Mistress, please release me." The softly moaned pleas sounds breathless in the quiet room, taking Jared's cock into her hand, Leigha asks Shauna to come to her, Having her cover Jared's body with hers, Leigha guides Jared's cock into Shauna's warm body. Taking the advantage, Leigha slides her fingers into Shauna's vagina along with Jared's cock, she can feel Shauna's moistness envelope his stiff flesh. Sliding her fingers from within Shauna's body, Leigha offers them to Jared's mouth. Opening his mouth, Leigha places her fingers against Jared's tongue and watches as he closes soft lips around her fingers. The feel of his breath against Leigha's wet fingertips excites her. Smiling gently Leigha watches his tongue tease the tip of her finger, slowly moving her hand forward into his mouth he sucks Shauna's juices from Leigha's finger. Slipping her fingers from his mouth, Leigha casually and possessively traces a tender caress against Jared's chest as Shauna gently rocks against his pelvis. Watching her body move fluidly against his, Leigha notes the expressions on their faces, the pleasure and longing, Seeing Shauna move her body in rhythm, Leigha smiles as her face contorts in pleasure. "Please Mistress, would it please You for this slut to cum?" Reaching up, Leigha softly caresses Shauna's hip nodding her approval. Her gasp lets Leigha know she came to completion, sliding her hand between their bodies, Leigha can feel the wetness covering Jared's cock. Playing gently with Shauna's labia, her body bucks against Leigha's gentle assault. Jared's soft moan makes Leigha play more. Shauna gasps with each twitch of Leigha's finger bringing Jared closer to his own climax. " Please Mistress, please don't torment me." The soft plea falls on deaf ears as Leigha's fingers continue to play with Shauna's labia, her body convulsing against his rigid cock. "Tell your Mistress when you are about to climax boy slut. I want to know when you are on the edge." Still playing with Shauna, Leigha moves her fingers further down Shauna's slit until her fingers slide easily into her cunt along Jared's cock. Rubbing against the suddenly tightened hole his moan and clenched fists tell Leigha that Jared's climax is drawing near. Withdrawing her fingers from inside Shauna's still convulsing vagina, Leigha indicates for Shauna to remove her body from Jared's shaft. Watching her raise her beautiful body from Jared's lap; Leigha covers his cock with her mouth, tasting the cum covering his rod. Sucking his cock clean, she fondles his balls feeling them tighten against his impending climax. Taking his cock into her mouth once again, Leigha sucks the head into her mouth. Touching the furry base with her nose, she hears him beg for his release. Rocking his hips into her mouth, she tastes the first hints of his climax, pulling off his cock Leigha pumps his rod with her hand until his animalistic growl escapes from his throat. Pumping his cock in her soft hand, Leigha tightens her grip until Jared's throbbing explosion covers her hand with his creamy sperm. Feeling the warmth of his seed flow over her hand, Leigha milks his cock until it begins to slowly soften in her grip. Having Shauna undo Jared's bonds, Leigha rises to watch him work the stiffness out of his arms. As Shauna assumes the towering position, Leigha quietly waits for him to kneel before her in submission. With Jared kneeling before Leigha, she rests her hand against the top of his bowed head. Softly murmuring his love for her, she smiles and returns her spoken love to him. Chase N Auburn © April 05 2006 Domination Marine had been invited to a cocktail at her friend Kira's house in the East of France. Kira was offering it to celebrate her return from her last travel to India. Their hostess had invited all her friends, men and women. She had prepared gifts for everyone. Marine had been given a saree. She was wondering how to wear it. Kira could have offered her a manual. At least, it would look splendid as a plaid on her sofa. Kira had a very unusual house with a shrine at the entrance with Indian gods and goddesses statues. There were representations of Ganesh, the elephant god and Lakshmi and a few other ones she didn't know the name of. Although being a christian, Kira made daily offerings of flowers and prayers to these pagan gods. Marine had been shocked to discover her friend worshiping idols but she had realized soon after that her friend was the same one she had known for so many years and not the prey of some weird sect. Peter, one of their common friends brought back a third Tequila Sunrise. He knew that she was especially fond of this cocktail and that she would drink it. She felt already somewhat tipsy already and it was a very pleasant feeling, making her laugh on any joke. That did not prevent her to sip this glass she had been so kindly given. She was sufficiently aware that she could not drive in such a state and that she did not want to call for the help of her husband in such circumstances. He hated such events and had cowardly delegated her this time, just advising her to restrain herself to a single glass of tequila. She had not followed his advice. Peter noticed her hesitations : she was playing with her car keys, ostensibly unsure of herself. He proposed to give her a lift. She was on two minds about it : on one side, Peter had often had dinner with her and her husband but on the other side, he was deeply in love with her. Whenever they met, even in a commercial mall, he always brushed against her, ostensibly accidentally but these close encounters always concerned her breasts, her back, her bottom or her thighs always displayed by the short skirts she often sported to exhibit her long lithe legs. Thinking back to the patient approach exertions of Peter had an immediate turn on effect on her that would have immensely pleased Peter, had he been aware of it. Her cunt was soon on fire and desperately wet together. She had to acknowledge that Peter was handsome and strong with a gorgeous athletic figure, just the opposite of her own husband. If he had been bold enough to really flirt with her, she would never have pushed him away and he would have been her lover for long. But he had neven dared take the first step and neither she did. This evening, alcohol had lowered her inhibitions and only her own deep shyness prevented her from jumping in his arms. Marine accepted his kind proposition, wishing secretly that he would jump on the opportunity she was offering him. Maybe her present tipsiness was in fact an unvoluntary move to place herself at his mercy. So the was terribly disappointed when he stopped his car at about one hundred yards from her home without even trying to touch her. There were road works in her street and he couldn't go nearer. Her cunt was still on fire, aching to be caressed. She was really oozing fluids from her love tunnel, her panty was soaked and the odor of woman in love should have reached his nostrils. She just grazed his lips with hers. Peter seemed surprised by her gesture. It was his turn to regret what could have been. She walked away with a wide wave of the hand. These damn works were very long : nearly three weeks. She just hoped they would be finished soon. Thet were restoring a few old buildings, three hundred years old. They had been deemed sufficiently interesting to be rehabilitated. A few were already occupied by new tenants. A car passed in the street and splashed dirty water on her. She screamed in surprise and dismay. At that instant, she felt a hand gripping hers and drawing her under a porch. She was still too drunk to really resist. A man was drawing decidedly her inside. That was what she had expected from Peter but it was a stranger that was fulfilling her fantasy. In her mind scrambled by alcohol, everything was garbled : Peter, her husband, this stranger. Had she been abducted or was she meeting her new lover of her own free will? The stranger led her up the stairs to the top floor, just under the roof. He opened the door and pulled her inside before switching on the light. He had not emitted a single word. He stayed mute, just indicating a door. She went in without any question. It was his bedroom. She tried to pull back but he was standing just behind her. With a simple jerk of his hips, he pushed her in. She turned toward him with their faces just a couple of inches apart. He was somewhat taller than herself but she had put on these new shoes with compensated heels of five inches. He may still be four inches taller, far enough to establish some ascendancy on her. Marine opened her mouth to protest or to scream for help but nothing occured as the man bent down and took her mouth, pushing his tongue into her mouth in the same move. Nobody had ever kissed her that deeply even when she was experimenting with other students or when she was fianced to her future husband who was maybe as shy as herself. She loved the feeling and especially the heat in her internal organs that have become dripping with her love juices. Marine was still unquiet : nobody knew where she was and evenmore, nobody at this late hour has seen her smuggled into that house a short distance from her home. The man could do her anything he wished. He was certainly the only tenant in the house and calling for help would certainly be pointless. The man pushed her on slowly but firmly toward the bed. She could not pretend any longer that she was opposing him only token resistance. She wanted to convince herself that she was about to be raped while everything that happened her belonged to one of her most cherished fantasies : a determined man who would abduct her to his home and would make her totally his, his slave ready to do anything to please him, to be humiliated and perverted. When her legs came into contact with the bed frame, he stopped pushing her back and began to undress her. He was keeping their mouths tightly joined and his tongue was exploring the deeper recesses. He undid the belt of her trench coat before unbuttoning it slowly. She helped him by swinging her shoulders to let the coat slide to the ground. She was now in her long black cocktail dress. The stranger pushed his hands around her neck and found the zipper of her dress even though it was so well hidden. He appeared to know exactly where to find whatever he was looking for, as if he had uncoated her hundreds of times. He looked for her eyes and when their gazes met, he pulled down very slowly the zipper. Her big and firm breasts had been pushing proudly against the fabric but now with the zipper opening, they were pushing her dress open. Her back was coming into view slowly . She noted he was now gazeind behind her. She understood that there was a mirror behind her and he was watching her being lewdly unveiled without any resistance. Was it another effect of the alcohol she had drunk or was excitation taking its toll but she was feeling a warm and sticky liquid oozing from her twat and it was definitely not blood from the smell that was now invading the room. When the zipper was totally open, the man eased her dress from her shoulders which was not a very difficult task. The dress began soon to fall down, just retained by their bodies tightly pressed against one another. The man pulled back slightly, keeping their mouths in contact. the dress fell to her hips. the man put his hands around her waist and pushed down the fabric. Normally the dress should be taken off by the head but she wasexercising so much that her hips were sufficiently narrow to allow the dress to slip down. It was lucky as he would never have agreed their hungry mouths to be parted. If it had been necessary, that brand new dress coming straight from Dior boutique in Paris would have been the victim of their encounter. Marine would have gone back home naked under her coat as the man had already decided she would. Marine was now wearing only her bra and an assorted boxer and pantyhose. The man would have liked her to wear more fancy and expensive undies. The plain ones she was wearing were not a suitable shrine for the young woman's assets. To cut into pieces a very expensive bra in front of Marine would have been a bonus for him. But the result would be the same. He took out a sharp knife eliciting a shudder of fear in the young wife. He took in his fingers the bra between her two breasts and carefully cuti it in two. Afterwards, he cut both shoulder straps. the pretty bra her husband had offered her two months ago and that she prefered would end in the trash bin. Then the man cut the waist band of her knickers on both hipswith due care. The boxer fell to the floor too. Marine had still her pantyhose on. The man was disdpleased to have to break away from her hot lips that had harbored him so far. The tongue of the young woman had entered into the dance a long time before. Both moaned desperately when their mouths actually parted. Maine emitted a small protest. - You could have unhooked my bra. I loved it and what will I wear to go home? - Your home is here from now on and each time we meet, I want you without bra, knickers or pantyhoses. Your cunt and breasts must always be naked, ready for my use at any time, for my wishes or orders. It was the first time he spoke to her and it was to give permptory orders she was finding particularly humiliating but in her heart burnt a desire to submit to such a demanding master that fate had pushed on her road. She would never have imagined herself being a submissive to any man but she was absolutely sure at this instant that she was ready to obey whatever order from a man she had not met half an hour before. He took the flimsy fabric and very carefully cut out what covered her intimate parts, from her pussy to her ass. Those parts and the holes they were harboring were no more hidden. The man picked the piece of fabric he had just cut away. It had been in contact to her pussy. He brought it under his nose and inhaled deeply. It had an enibrating fragrance : the odor of an excited woman. He told her to open her mouth. She obeyed instantly, allowing him to push the fabric into her open mouth. With a swift gesture, he picked also the remnant of her boxer and pushed them also into her mouth. - Here it is. Now you can taste this fine brew of a young woman in heat. You will taste it every day now but it is time to switch to more serious matters. Without any warning, he pushed Marine on the bed. She screamed in surprise but did not initiate any defensive gesture. He took her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Her twat was now wide open just before his eyes. He bent forward and licked lewdly her cunt , pushing his tongue inside her as if it was a little cock. It felt delicious but she would rather like him to attend her clit. He was taking extreme care not to touch it whenever his tongue grazed it. She started moaning when the first waves of an approaching thundering climax began to be felt. She was amazed as for years, with her husband, she had believed she could have only vaginal climaxes, cumming only when her husband was deep inside her. Discovering that her clit could also give her tremendous pleasure was completely new for her. The young wife, so far perfectly faithful was now burning with a violent desire to be plundered by that stranger she did not know even the name. Her whole body yearned to service him : her cunt, her mouth and even her ass hole she had kept in its primeval virgin state but also her breasts and her feet. She did not own her own body any more. She was nothing but a tool totally dedicated to the service of her master, a sex toy waiting with impatience to be used. She was thinking to the many uses her master would do of her body when another terrible climax shattered her again. She arched her back and howled insanely before falling back on the bed, panting. Her cumming had made her exude what she felt like gallons of love juices her master had immediately licked and enjoyed it. The man had not finished with her. It was another pleasant surprise for her : her husband was always cumming the first. He tried to stir her to a small climax but he usually began to sleep and snore before she was sated. She had to use her hand to find her release as he would be only be available on the next morning. Her master pushed himself between her wide open legs she parted as completely as she could to facilitate his entry. He teased her rubbing his erect cock against her pussylips without entering her. This contact made her moaning in frustration and it fuelled her need. She wanted him inside her cunt, deeply and brutally. She wanted him to fuck her as a master fucks his slave. - Hurry, Master, I want your cock deep into my pussy. Fuck me hard and fill my belly with your cum! Marine had never used such words with her husband nor with her early boyfriends but they were coming naturally to her lips. The man caught again her legs, fumbled with his dick to adjust the head to her cunt and drew her to him as hard as he could. Her cunt was slimy with her own juices and his previous cum emissions and it was lucky for her because he was so brutal that she could have suffered injuries. The hard cock pushed deep into her offered belly, digging itself to the hilt without the least foreplay. She thought that Vikings were probably acting that way when they sacked a town during the middle age.Marine howled in surprise and pain from sucj a brutal assault. She was not after all a mare mounted by a stallion! The man calmed immediately her vehement shrieks by two masterful blows to her cheeks that quelled immediately any desire to rebel. He unsheathed almost completely his cock from her cunt before shoving it back in even more forcefully. He was not trying to give her pleasure, just to strenghten his domination on her. Marine's legs were still pointing to the ceiling, sometimes wobbling around, sometimes getting very straight when pain reached a peak. After a few minutes, her cunt adapted itself to this huge visitor and she hooked her legs behind the shoulders of the barbarian stud who was fucking her. He went at it faster and faster, drawing screams with higher and higher pitch. Her endearing words got also more and more perverted and insanr, promising him anything if he fucked her still more. - Oh Master, Your marvelous dick is so huge! Yess, rip me up so that your dick will pop out of my mouth, hhugh, I. . . I'm cumming! This new climax was especially long and mind boggling. Marine thought that no man had ever driven her to such violent climaxes. He was fucking her like a god of old legends and his dick seemed not ready to get soft anytime. His dick was gliding in her well lubed cunt as if it was a piston in a Ferrari motor. Yes it was the right comparison : her husband could be compared to a tractor motor that could not be compared with the Ferrari motor that was fucking her. He was still deep in her cunt and his cock was leasantly stretching her walls farther than they had never been. His strong shoves pushed back in the mattress and the back strike pushed deeper into her cunt the pale with which he ravaged what should have been her husband's private property. She was screaming in bliss from that forceful invasion. She was exhausted but she wanted still more of it. It was his turn to stimulate her with lewd words. - Move your ass, bitch, it's your turn to work up somewhat, raise your hips so I can get deeper in your whore's cunt! He was now slapping her breasts with ahh his strength, savagely pinching her pealing nipples. she was screaming in pain but simultaneously she was arching her back to offer herself more completely. She was lifting both their tightly wedged bodies. Her breasts were red from abuse, her nipples were getting violet but she was on the verge of just an even more stupendous climax.. She had now crossed her ankles behind his back and she was drawing him to her so he could get deeper. He exploded once more inside her. SHe felt as if her cervix had given way and he was penetrating her to her heart. When she regained her senses, a wisp of reason made her utter some reprimand : - Oh, Master, You shouldn't have cummed in my cunt? I. . . I am not on the pill. I may be pregnant! - Don't bother me. You will go tomorrow to your doctor and ask for a morning after pill but you will have to tell him that you have been fucked without protection with a stranger. - Oh no, I couldn't tell him such a thing! - If you don't, I will accopmany you and tell him. - But. . . But he will think me a slut - But YOU ARE a slut, now! Don't worry, i will train you. you will soon be the best and prettiest slut in the neighborhood!. As soon as your cuckold hubbie had left for work, we will go and buy you slutty outfits. I don't want to see you anymore in these long skirts for churchgoing housewifves. I have often watched you when you were shopping. YouÕre prettier in short skirts. - But what should I put on? - You will see : micro miniskirts, very tight to the waist and wide at the base so I could bunch them up very easily. when you bend down, I want to see your naked cunt! We will also buy jersey pull overs but I will take them two sizes smaller than yours and you will wear them direct on skin so your nipples will be displayed. I will also look for heels : four inches or more, vinyl skirts in flashy colors : red, orange and white. I want you to be noticed from a distance. - I will look like a whore! - Indeed : you will be a whore for my personal use. Men will swarm around you like bees around a honey pot. There will be riots wherever you are. You will never more wear pantyhose but I want you to wear stockings even in summer with suspenders, for sure. You will buy several tomorrow to match your outfits. I expect you will often show your cunt in the future. Her lover wanted to get in all the fitting rooms. Usually a small note of twenty Euros would be sufficient to quell the opposition of the saleswomen to such special fittings. Quite evidently, he fucked her regularly before leaving the room and paying what he had chosen with her money. Each time he pushed himself deep into her cunt, they could hear that slimy suction noise as her cunt was filled up with his cum. to prevent any leaks, he pushed in afterwards a tampon and it had proved quite efficient. She felt relieved to have taken a pill on the morning until he told her that she would have to stop taking them as soon as he had decided whether he would keep her as slave or discard her. If he kept her, her sexual life would be completely changed. Her anus and mouth would be reserved for his own use but her cunt was also out of limits to her husband until he had knocked her up. Marine just pointed out that her ass was still virgin and he was clearly too big to fit in. He just smiled back with no comment. The fact that she had not balked when he had expressed his intention of impregnating her was a very good sign of the advancement of her submission. Her lover wanted Marine to wear one of her new outfit to walk back home. He chose one of her tightest micro skirts in bright red vinyl with matching thigh high boots and a red backless stitch top that in addition left half of her tummy bare. She attracted attention when walking in the alleys of the big mall where they were shopping. Her new outfit and the attention of so many males around her seemed to turn her on too as her hips began soon to undulate provocatively when she was walking that was a great boost for her sex appeal she now exuded from all the pores of her skin. Domination You arrive home late one night after working until close. You find all the lights in the house off. You enter the house and call out my name. There's no answer so you walk to the bedroom figuring I must be asleep. You take off your jacket and shoes as you make your way to the bedroom. You open the door and step into the bedroom. You notice I'm not in bed. You call out for me again as you reach to turn on the lights. Before your hand reaches the light switch someone grabs you roughly from behind. You try to cry out but a hand clamps over your mouth. You start to panic and struggle until you hear a whisper in your ear. "You're going to do whatever I tell you to do. If you resist you will be punished. Do you understand?" You recognize the voice as mine and you nod, starting to relax. "If you try to cry out you will be punished. Do you understand?" I ask. Again you nod as you start to get excited and you wonder what I have planned for us tonight. I take my hand away from your mouth and move it down to cup one of your breasts. I squeeze it roughly and you cry out from the shock and the slight pain. I whisper in your ear, "I warned you." I push down on your shoulder with one hand as I pull back on your hip with the other bending you over. You reach out and feel the bed. You place both your hands on the bed to brace yourself, knowing what is coming. The first strike comes down on your buttocks. You tense up and bite your lip to keep from crying out. Then you feel a second and a third. The pain is fairly light through your thick jeans and is much more pleasurable than painful. After a few more strikes I grab you roughly by the hair and pull you back up to a standing position. "You will not cry out again," I whisper in your ear. You nod again, then I start letting my hands roam all over your body. You press back against me and let out a soft moan. I continue to explore your body until I feel you press hard against me and your legs start shaking a little. You whisper softly, "Please." I consider teasing you a little more but I'm getting desperate too so I decide to begin. I grab your shirt and quickly pull it up and over your head. You're surprised by my roughness but you moan with pleasure. I unhook your bra and pull it off of you. It's a cool night and your nipples quickly get erect when the chill air hits them. I massage your breast for a few moments before I tease your hard nipples. I run my fingertips around your nipples and then pull gently on them. You start breathing heavily as you tilt your head back resting it against my chest. But then to remind you that I am in control tonight I pinch both your nipples hard. You gasp as your entire body jolts. I'm proud of you for not crying out so I gently rub your breasts as a reward. Your body relaxes again but now your nipples are rock hard. I tease your breasts for a few minutes until you start moaning in frustration, wanting me to work my way down. I slowly run my hands down your stomach, very slowly. You press your buttocks back against me hard trying to get some relief. You whisper, "Please, touch me." I smile as I let my hand slowly slide down between your legs, cupping you through your jeans. You start to moan and I press down harder making you moan louder. I push down hard applying pressure to your hardening clitoris. Your knees buckle and you almost fall before I grab you. "Please lover, let me cum, I need it so bad," you softly ask. I tease you for a few more minutes pressing my hand against your warm pussy until you are almost in tears. "Please baby, make me cum," you beg. I smile and drop down to my knees behind you. I unbutton and zip down your jeans very slowly as you feel like you're going to lose your mind. I reach up and grasp the waistband of your jeans and wait a few moments. You start moving your hips trying to get free of your pants. Then, when I know you can't take anymore I quickly yank your jeans down. You gasp and start breathing even harder. You lift your feet one at a time to let me remove your pants. I look up and I'm very happy to see you are wearing one of your thongs. I gently rub the bare skin of your beautiful ass. You beg again, "Please." I know where you want my hands but I decide to tease you for a while longer by caressing your ass. Then slowly I let a finger run down the silk material of your thong. I slowly slide down the crack of your ass as you spread your legs a little wider. The lower I get the slower I go. When my finger is just over your anus I push against it gently. You moan and press back towards me. I know you are completely frustrated now. I'm sure your pussy is on fire and you need release which is why I'm torturing by slowly working my way towards it. Finally I slide my finger down until it is just over your opening. You bend over, grabbing hold of the bed again to balance yourself. The thin material of your thong is completely soaked through. I reach down to touch your jeans and find the crotch completely soaked also. I pull your thong to the side. There is only a small amount of light coming through the window but it is enough to see your wetness dripping out of your beautiful pussy. I can't contain myself anymore and I push my tongue inside you to taste your wonderful juice. You cry out, but I allow this as I move down to lick your hard clit. In seconds you explode and drop to your knees. I push my tongue inside you to lick up all of your juices until you fall on to your stomach on the floor exhausted. I continue to lick you as your body shakes from your orgasm. I pull off your thong and gently start rubbing your back and ass as you recover. I gently spread your buttocks and start to run my tongue around your anus. You moan gently as I push my tongue against you tight little hole. After a few minutes I pick you up and carry you to the bed. I lay you down on your back. You're still slightly out of it from your orgasm and you don't fight me as I take your arms and place them over your head. Then I take silk scarves that I've tied to the bedposts earlier and tie up each of your wrists. I spread your legs and tie your ankles to the bottom bedposts. I gently rub your thighs until you fully alert again. You pull on the scarves trying to get free, you groan when you find you can't get loose. You start to protest but then you remember that you agreed to do anything I wanted. You lay back in resignation and I explore your body with my hands. When you start raising your body off the bed to meet my hands I know you're ready for more. I turn the bedside lamp on low and stand up next to the bed. I wait until our eyes have adjusted to the light and then I start to unbutton my shirt. You watch my intently as my skin is slowly exposed to you. I remove my shirt and then turn around. I unbutton and unzip my slacks and slowly slide them down. You let out a little moan when you see I'm not wearing underwear. You stare at my naked ass for a little while and then ask me to turn around. I turn and you see that my cock is fully erect and you pull again at the scarves trying to reach out and touch me. I smile at you and then sit down next to you on the bed. I start exploring you with my hands again and then I move on top of you and do the same with my lips and tongue. Your moaning loudly as your body twists trying to direct my to the spots you want pleasured. I move my way up your body until we are face to face. We start to kiss passionately, our tongues searching each other's mouths. I reach down and start rubbing your clit as we kiss. Then I break our kiss and roughly push two fingers deep inside you. You yelp with surprise from this invasion and instantly realize what you did. I look at you sternly and remove my fingers from inside you. You start to apologize and ask me not to punish you again but I refuse to listen. I move down the bed and sit between your outstretched legs. I gently start to caress your inner thighs and I feel your body relax. Your eyes shut and you begin to enjoy the sensation. Then I roughly slap your inner thigh. Your eyes fly open and you grit your teeth to keep from crying out. Over and over again I slap your inner thighs until they turn dark red. Your eyes are watering with tears but I can see your juices flowing from your pussy. I start to kiss and lightly lick your thighs and slowly the pain turns to pleasure. I move my head between your legs and start to lap up the juices flowing from you. You pull hard on the scarves trying to get a hand free so you can grab me by the hair and pull my tongue deep inside you but they won't budge. Finally when you can't take anymore I push my tongue inside you. I push my tongue inside of you over and over as your body goes crazy trying to get free. I watch your legs start to shake and then all the muscles in your body go tight. I reach up and press down on your engorged clit and you scream as your orgasm takes you over. You buck against my face as I lick and suck your pussy. I continue to lick you until you start pulling away from me. I know you're too sensitive to take anymore so I start kissing my way up your body. I stop when I reach your breasts. I start kissing and licking every inch of your breasts except your nipples, watching them get harder by the second. When your nipples are rock hard I lightly touch the tips of each with my tongue which makes your entire body shiver. I lick and suck on your nipples until you've recovered from your second orgasm. I move up to kiss you and then you start to apologize for losing control during your orgasm. I tell you it's ok and you can make as much noise as you'd like now. You smile and then you gasp as you feel me push my cock inside of you. I push all the way inside of you and then lay there on top of you enjoying the feeling of your tight, warm and wet pussy gripping my cock. We kiss for a few minutes and then I slowly pull my cock out of you. You start to protest but I kiss you hard to quiet you. I move up your body until my chest is over your face. I place one of my nipples right over your mouth. You smile and open your mouth and start to lightly lick my hardening nipple. You lift your head up and suck my nipple into your mouth. I moan as you lick and suck my nipple pushing my body against you. I move and let you pleasure my other nipple for a while before moving up your body. You lift your head to lay tiny kisses all over my abdomen. Then you see my cock just inches from your face. It's covered in your pussy juices and you moan. You try to move your head to reach my cock but I move just out of your reach. You groan in complaint but then realize what I want. "Please baby, let me suck your cock," you beg. "You want to suck my cock?" "Yes, baby. Please let my suck your hard cock." "You want to lick your juices off of my cock?" You feel you heart jump as you answer, "Yes baby, I want to lick my juices off of your cock. I want to taste myself on your big thick cock." I want to tease you for a little while longer but I can't control myself. I push my cock into your mouth and you hungrily lick and suck on my cock. You start to slide your mouth up and down on my cock but I push against you pinning you to the bed. Then I start to thrust in and out of your mouth. You moan with pleasure as you work your tongue on the underside of my cock. I feel myself getting too excited and I pull out of your mouth. You moan, "Please baby, don't stop! Fuck my mouth baby, use me! Use my mouth, lover, use me!" Unable to control myself I push back into your mouth. I start thrusting into your mouth over and over and you moan with pleasure. Then when I feel my orgasm start to build I pull out and kiss you deeply. We kiss until I feel my orgasm subside and then I move down and untie your ankles. I move up your body and then untie your wrists. You wrap your arms around me but I quickly grab your wrist pressing them down to the bed again. I whisper in your ear, "We're not done yet." You groan in frustration. I slap your hip and tell you to roll over. You smile at me and roll over presenting your beautiful ass to me. You know how much I love your ass and when you catch me staring at it you give it a little wiggle. I laugh and give your ass a little slap and order you up on to your knees. You do as you're ordered, you slide up on to your knees with your head and shoulders still pressed down on to the bed. I can't help but admire your ass for a little while as I run my hand over it. I untie one of the scarves from the bedpost and then pull one of your arms behind your back. I tie the scarf to your wrists and then pull your other arm behind your back to tie the other wrist. Then I sit back and admire you for a while, your ass pushed up in the air and your hands tied, unable to stop me from doing whatever I want to you. I pull some lube and a vibrator from the nightstand. I lube up a finger and gently push it into your ass. It slides in easily and I bury my entire finger into your ass. You moan as I slowly work my finger in and out of your ass. When your loosened up I lube up a second finger and push it inside of you. When you start pushing back against me with each thrust I know you're ready for the vibrator. I carefully lube it up and then press the tip against your entrance. When I turn the vibe on you moan loudly feeling the vibration against your sensitive opening. I gently push all seven inches deep inside you and then hold it there as I get in position behind you. I push my cock into your pussy. I hold myself inside you for a while feeling the vibrator through the thin piece of skin separating your anus from your vagina. Then I start to slowly slide my cock in and out of you. I hold the vibrator in your ass with one hand while I reach under you with my other to rub your clit. You can only take a few minutes of this before you start slamming back against me with each thrust. I press hard against your clit and you explode again. I hold you by your hips to support you as your orgasm drains your strength. I can feel your juices flowing down my cock and over my balls. With one last push against me your body goes limp. I let you rest for a few moments and then I see you try to pull your hands free. I realize it's probably getting painful for you so I untie you. You thank me and then push yourself up onto all fours. I slowly start to push in and out of you and you sigh with pleasure. You turn and look back at me sexily and then say softly, "You can use my ass if you want." I smile and pull my cock slowly from your pussy. I lube up my cock and then slip the vibrator out of your ass. While you are still opened up I push the head of my cock inside your ass. You grunt and I let you rest for a second getting used to my size. Then I slowly push into you an inch at a time until my entire length is inside you. After a few minutes I ask if you are ready, you smile at me and say, "Yes baby, fuck my ass." I slowly slide out of you until just the head of my cock is in your ass and then I slowly push back in. You groan as my cock fills your tight ass. I continue this slowly until your muscles loosen and you start pushing back against my thrusts. After a few minutes you start moaning in pleasure. You start crying out, "Yes baby, fuck my ass! Fuck me! Fuck my tight little asshole!" When I hear you talk like that I lose control and start thrusting faster into you. You know I'm close to cumming and you encourage me with more dirty talk. "Yeah baby, fuck my asshole! Use my tight asshole! Cum inside my ass, baby!" With that I lose it completely and explode inside of you. You feel my hot cum filling your ass. I cum harder than I have in a long time. It feels like all of me is being emptied into you and it doesn't seem to be stopping. I cum into your ass for what feels like forever until the cum starts to ooze out of you. We collapse onto the bed together. I wrap my arms around you and hold you as I go soft inside you and slip out. I can feel my cum running out of you and down my thigh. You lay in my arms, both of us completely satisfied. You turn to kiss me, then giggle and say that it's a good thing we're both off tomorrow. I laugh and we kiss again. Then you get a devious look on your face. I ask you what's on your mind and you smile and say, "You just wait until morning lover, you know what the say about paybacks right?" Oh how I look forward to morning. I wake up in the middle of the night to find both my wrists tied to the bedposts. I wonder how I could have slept through you tying me up but before I can think too much about it I smell your sweet pussy. I look up to see you straddling my face and slowly lowering your beautiful pussy to my waiting mouth. I dive in and start to lick and suck you to your absolute delight. You ride my face until you feel your orgasm start to build. Then you lift your body up, just a little out of my reach and start to rub your hard clit. I lay back and enjoy the show as you start to cum. Your juices drip from your pussy down to my lips as your body shakes and you cry out. I lick you juices off my lips and then you lower yourself down again. I stick my tongue deep inside you making a second wave of the orgasm hit you. You collapse on top of me and I continue to lick up your sweet juices. After you've recovered you open your eyes to see my hard cock in front of your face. You passionately take me into your mouth like you're starving for my cock. You suck and lick my cock until I'm close to orgasm and I start thrusting into your mouth. Then you open your mouth letting my cock fall out. It slaps against my stomach and I groan. You giggle and say, "Not yet baby, I still have a lot in store for you." You move around until we are face to face. You see a little of your wetness on my chin and you lick it up. You smile and say, "I do taste pretty good don't I?" I groan and say, "Oh God yes baby, I love to eat your pussy." You smile taking that as a compliment and then gently kiss me. Then you pull back and say, "Now, I think I owe you for a few things earlier." You untie my hands and order my to roll over. I do so willing, rolling over and getting up on my knees, offering my ass to you to do with as you please. You tie my wrists to the bedposts again and then go into our bathroom. Before I can start wondering what you are doing you come back into the room with your wooden hairbrush. I moan, partly in pleasure, partly in fear. I know I'm going to have some trouble sitting tomorrow. You gently run your fingers all over my naked ass. The feeling is amazing, causing chills to run up and down my spine. Just as I'm in complete ecstasy I feel your other hand come cracking down on my ass cheek. I yelp in surprise and pain. Then I feel blow after blow on my ass. You don't give me even a second between slaps. Over and over again you spank my ass hard. When your one hand gets sore you just switch to the other. When both of your hands are too sore to continue you sit back and admire your work. My ass is deep red and hot to the touch. You give me a few seconds to breathe then you pick up the hairbrush. I start to beg you not to continue, that I can't take anymore but you know that I can. I tell you that I'll do anything you want if you'll just stop. You laugh and tell me I am going to do anything you want but that you are not going to stop. I feel the first strike from the back of the hairbrush and it feels like my entire ass is on fire. Before I can even catch my breath you spank me a second time, then the third and then a fourth. You stop to watch me for a while. After a few moments rest you start in again with blow after blow on my dark red ass. My body is shaking uncontrollably. You know this is enough and you put the hairbrush down. You start to lightly run your fingertips over my ass. My body jerks with pain at the first touch but then after a few moments it starts to feel good and I moan with pleasure. You replace your fingertips with the tip of your tongue. Your trace your tongue all over my well-beaten ass cheeks. You even stop for a second to run your tongue over my anus. My entire body jerks and I moan loudly as your tongue touches my very sensitive opening. I wish you would continue to tongue my ass but I know you don't care for that so I'm not too disappointed when you pull your tongue away. Especially when it is replaced with a well lubed finger. Domination You run your finger all over my entrance until you push gently at the opening. I moan as your finger slips all the way into my ass. You start to finger fuck my ass and I'm in complete bliss. After a little while you slip a second finger inside me and then a third. I start pushing back against you begging you to fuck me. "Yes baby, beg me to fuck your ass," you order. "Please baby, take my ass! Finger fuck my tight asshole! Oh God, I love it! Please baby, fuck me!" I cry out. You smile with satisfaction and then pull your fingers out of me. "No baby! Don't stop baby! I need you to fuck me! Please!" You just smile and take out a vibrator from the nightstand. I smile and stop my complaining, I lay my head down and wait for you to enter me with the vibrator. You lube up the vibrator and then I feel the tip pressed against my anus. I feel the throb of vibrations and I moan loudly. Then I feel you push the entire length up into me. It hurts for a second but then the throbbing vibrations take over me. I lay there and let you push the vibrator in and out of my willing ass. You reach around with one hand and start to play with my nipple as you fuck me with the vibrator. Then you get an idea. You kneel behind me and place your mound up against the end of the vibrator. When you slowly pull back the vibrator slides out of my ass and when you push back it slides back in. Now both of your hands are free. You reach around to play with both my nipples as you take my ass with the vibrator. You slide your hands down my sides until your holding on to my hips pushing the vibrator into me and letting it slip back out before thrusting it back in again. You realize this is how I must feel when I fuck you from behind and you really enjoy the feeling. "I kind of like this, " you say. "Maybe we should get a strap-on." I'm practically in heaven to hear you say this. It feels wonderful to have the woman I love fucking my ass. After a while you get tired of this and you pull back letting the slippery vibrator fall out of my ass. I groan a little but I'm ready for something else too. You untie my hands and roll me over unto my back. You mount my face again and I hungrily grab your hips and pull you to my mouth. I go from thrusting my tongue inside you and licking and sucking your clit. You take my soft cock into your mouth and slowly tease me with your tongue to get me hard again. With my cock rock hard in your mouth I attack your swollen clit, sucking it into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. You start humping my face uncontrollably and then you explode, cumming all over my face. I lick up as many juices as I can before you pull away. You surprise me, instead of resting for a few minutes to recover from your orgasm, you turn around and mount my cock. You push down hard taking my cock deep inside you. You bounce up and down wildly on my cock. I watch your breasts jump up and down as you ride me. I know your close to another orgasm the way you're attacking my cock so I grab your hips and start to meet your thrusts. You grunt each time I push up to meet you until you scream and plunge down on my cock one last time. I feel your wetness run down my cock, over my thighs and down on to my ass. I hold you close to me until you start to gently ride me again. You grab my wrists and push my arms up over my head. You hold me down as you continue to ride me. Then you tie my wrists to the bedposts again. You start wildly bouncing up and down on my cock again. I can't hold back any longer and my body starts to stiffen up. You pull off of me and grab my cock with both hands. You start stroking my cock hard and fast until you feel it start to throb. "Cum for me baby! I want to watch you cum! I want to watch you cum all over yourself baby!" you say in a low sexy voice. You aim my cock at my chest and stroke it faster. Then I explode. You watch in fascination as my first shot of cum sprays out all over my chest. Then second shot coats my chin and throat and the next few hit my chest and stomach. You watch as the last of my cum slowly drains out of the head of my cock. You kiss my cock and then lay it down as you slowly climb up my body. You lay down on top of me rubbing your breasts and stomach all over my cum soaked body. You untie my hands and I wrap my arms around you. You kiss me gently and then lick up the drop of cum on my chin. You kiss me again and then we fall back asleep in each others arms. We awake in the morning, you still laying on top of me and we start to kiss. We kiss for a while until we realize what a mess we both are covered in my cum. We both laugh about this, then you get up and go into the bathroom. You come back with a wash cloth wiping yourself off. You lay down next to me and clean me off also. Then you put the wash cloth on the night stand and start to kiss my chest. You work your way to my nipples and start to kiss and lick them. I moan and ask you, "I take it you're ready for more?" "Take me baby, any way you want me," you reply. This surprises me because you usually like to be the more dominant participant in our little sex games. I guess you must have really enjoyed me taking control last night. I ask you to kneel on the bed. You sit up and kneel and I go and get the cloth belt from my robe. I stand up on the bed and tie your wrists together with one end, lift the belt up raising your hands over your head and tie the other end to hook I screwed into the ceiling. I step back and admire your naked, vulnerable body on display for me. I reach down and grab your breasts as my cock dangles in front of your face. You try to take me into your mouth but I pull away. I massage your breasts for a few moments and then tease your nipples. Once your nipples are fully hard I pinch them roughly causing you to moan. I slide my hands down your stomach to your mound. I run my fingers through your pubic hair and then gently tug on them causing you to yelp. I move behind you and start to rub your back. I slowly work my way down your naked body to your ass. I massage your buttocks for a few minutes and then slap them hard. Instead of crying out in pain you moan loudly. I know you're turned on now but I reach between your legs to check anyway. You're so wet your juices are running down your leg. I slap your inner thigh telling you to spread your legs a little more. You do so, lowering your body a little which pulls even harder on the belt holding your arms up. You feel even more vulnerable now since you're unable to move your arms at all. I lay down on my back in front of you placing my head between your legs. You stare at my cock lustfully as I begins to lick and suck on your clitoris. You moan and try to push yourself into my face but having your arms held up you can't move any farther down. I could tease you but I want to make you cum so I suck your hard clit into my mouth and tease it with my tongue. I slip two fingers inside you and start stroking your g-spot. Within seconds your hips start to buck. You start to thrash almost pulling the hook out of the ceiling. You start groaning loudly as you feel your orgasm coming. Your body stiffens and I taste your juices flowing out of you. I hold your hips steady as your orgasm overcomes you and I lap up your juices as they spill out of you. When your orgasm subsides I move behind you and slip my cock inside of you. Still overwhelmed by your orgasm you're hardly aware of what is happening. I pump my cock in and out of you and after a while you start talking dirty to me, encouraging me to fuck your pussy harder. I lose control and start driving into you. After a few minutes I realize I'm going to cum if I don't stop soon so I slowly pull out of your tight pussy. You start to beg me for more but then I stand up in front of you. You smile and start to lick your wetness off of my cock. You lick every inch of my rod and then start to lick my testicles too. I grab you by the hair and force my cock into your mouth. You tease my cock with your tongue as I fuck your mouth. I drive into your mouth over and over again until I feel my orgasm start. I pull out and spray my cum all over your breast and stomach. You moan as you feel the hot liquid spraying your naked body and when I'm done you take me in your mouth and lick my cock clean. I untie your hands and you collapse to the bed. I take the wash cloth and clean off your breasts and stomach and then we fall back to sleep in each other's arms. Domination and Submission It was late and she was on her way home. She was just wishing that she had taken the interstate instead of the long way when the flashing blue lights came up behind her. Shit! She thought to herself, I know I wasn't speeding. The siren sounds as she pulls over to the side of the lonely road. It was a wide shoulder and she was able to pull her car over far enough so the police officer's car pulls beside her up to her back door. She checks herself in the mirror, sees him get out of the car and put his hat on, she reaches into the glove compartment for her registration. She puts her hands on the wheel until he taps on the glass of her window. She rolls down the window and gives him a nervous smile as he asks her for her license and registration. The seatbelt had pushed her dainty perfect breasts up as she twists around to hand him her information. "Sir, what have I been pulled over for." she looks up at him and asks as his eyes move from her chest to her face. He looks at her for a minute before he smiles, tips his hat back and answers that he had seen her at the diner a few miles back and thought she was cute, and he really just wants to get her number. She smiles back at him but tells him that she is not looking into dating anyone right now, but maybe she could look him up later. A small frown plays at the edge of his lips and he is about to say ok and let her go when he looks into her car and notices there is an open container on her floor. His mind clicks into motion as he asks her to step out of the car. She is more than a little irritated now, not just at the situation but also at the fact that the beer bottle had been in there for a few days, but she releases her seatbelt and gets out of the car hoping to hurry this along. She is sure that she can explain to the officer what is going on. Besides, he has a nice smile and she remembered from the diner that he had very nice hands. She is aggravated but decides not to give him a hard time, unless that is what he really wants. Therefore, she climbs out of the car. She is wearing a small tight tank top over a floppy skirt with her favorite flip-flops and is on her way home from spending the day at the beach, so she has a nice glowing tan and her skin still smells of Coppertone oil. As she passes close to him, she flips her hair smartly and he breathes the scent of her in. She is hot! Moreover, he wants her badly. She herself is watching him closely, she had always loved a man in a police uniform, there was something strong and sexual about a guy in such powerful position and he was looking at her dreadfully eager. He filled the uniform nicely and she starts to wonder what he would feel like fucking her hard. The thought makes her cringe just a little inside and she feels some wetness begin inside her thongs. However, he immediately becomes business-like and asks her if she has anything else to hide on her person or inside her car. She answers no and lowers her eyes. This submissive gesture snaps something inside him, and at that point, he decides that he is going to get what he wants. He advises her that he will have to search her and as there were no females on the small police force he works for, would she please spread her arms and legs. He is going to play dirty and the thought of that makes her mad and horny at the same time. She looks at him defiantly, stands back to face him, spread her arms out to the side and places her feet even with her shoulders. He comes up to her closely and begins to pat her down, starting at her arms, moving down her sides and just brushing her breasts. He hears a sharp intake of breath from her, which makes him tingle in his groin and tighten up in his stomach. She likes this and is being rebellious at the same time, he thinks. He is going to enjoy this; she is feisty. He grasps her hips, tells her to turn around and lean over the police cruiser with her hands straight out in front of her and lay them on the hood of the car. A little shocked at his sudden change from cop to total masculinity with the roughness he was beginning to show, frightens her some, but her body is certainly enjoying this little repartee. It makes him crazy when she turns and looks at him with her innocent doe-like eyes and does what he asked; she bends her body over the vehicle and purposefully spreads her legs. His hands grips her hips again and he leans his body close to hers before he begins running his hands down her outer thighs to her knees. He bends his body over hers pushing his waist into her as he bites her shoulder just hard enough to make her groan out and she begins to grind her hips back into him. Her breath quickens when his hands starts moving up the inside of her thigh and shifts the skirt out of the way. With her ass bent over the car, her cheeks glowing in the pale light of the night sky, his hand gropes the outside of her thong. He smiles evilly and pulls his hand away when he feels she has soaked her little panties through. He tells her that it seems as if she has been a bad girl and might need a spanking for getting so excited. She glances back at him with an anxious timid look; and tells him that she has been a good girl and please don't hurt her. She says this knowing that her toes are already curling at the thought of this man taking control of her and doing whatever he pleases to her body. He slowly starts caressing her buttocks with his hand; her ass squirms under it and she jerks and cries out when the first of the spanking starts. He tells her how bad of a girl she is as he slaps first one cheek then the other. She squeals and jumps with each smack on her ass. When her cheeks are red and hot to the touch he caresses them and moves his hand to her thongs and between her legs. The panties are useless now, the spanking has drenched them and he crouches and pulls them down to her ankles spreading her juices halfway down her thighs. Still bent over the car she feels his hands move up between her legs and spread her ass cheeks as his mouth and chin graze the inside of her thigh. She sighs and moans when he places his mouth over her clit and starts to suck it, she spreads her legs more and she moves her ass closer to his lips as his tongue begins to roll over the mound of her clit, around her wet pussy and then licks up her ass. He stands up, turns her around to face him, and then tells her to stay standing and to lean back against the car. Her pussy is wet and wanting, her body responds to his demands easily as he pushes himself against her and kisses her roughly and savagely, his tongue licking her mouth and even running it along the inside of her upper lip. She quivers, his fingers move to pinch her nipples, twisting them hard, making her moan and he pulls the tank top down to expose her small perky breasts. His mouth moves down to bite her pink little nipples and she cries out in pleasure as he continues to lick, suck and nibble at her breasts. He stands in front of her now, grabs her hands at the wrists, and pushes them against the car as he crouches back down in front of her crotch. She throws her head back when his tongue finds her clitoris again, her knees bend slightly in weakness as he begins running his tongue and mouth back and forth over her tight slit. He moves his hand from one of her wrists, places it between her thighs, moves his head back, and runs his fingers across her wet cunt; he finds her opening and shoves one finger deep into her. She moans as his tongue again finds her clit, then he puts two fingers up into her and begins fucking her hard with his hand. The night sky is quiet except for the sounds of her gasping and the smacking, sloppy wet noise of his fingers fucking her pussy in and out as his tongue slides back and forth over her moist clit. He moves his other hand from her wrist and squeezes her ass closer to him, while she fucks his face and hand; he moves his other hand to spread her ass cheeks and places a finger on her asshole. Her juices and his mouth have made her sopping wet and he has no trouble sliding a finger into her ass. She arches her back and screams out a little, but he pushes her back with his face as his fingers start moving in tandem with each other. One finger fucking her in the ass and the other hand moving in and out of her cunt as his mouth maintains its rhythm on her clit. She pounds herself into his hands and mouth and feels her ass and pussy tighten up as the orgasm begins. He feels her squeezing and goes faster as she moans and her body convulses over his face, he shoves his fingers all the way inside her pussy and ass when her body jerks and she cries out into the night air. He tastes her as she comes and her orgasm soaks his face and hands. As the orgasm subsides, she gets weak in the knees and he catches her as he comes back up from the ground. While she is still shaking, he seizes her by the arms, turns her around and tugs her back into him. He bites her neck, then says harshly into her ear, "You taste like honey, but can you suck me as well as you can fuck my face and hands?" He then pulls her arms around to her back and asks her if she likes handcuffs. She whispers a winded yes and he takes out his cuffs and locks her hands behind her back. He turns her back around to face him, lays his jacket on the ground and pushes her at the shoulders down to her knees in front of him. He unzips his pants, shoves them down and yanks out his hard stiff cock, while she is on her knees and licking her lips in anticipation. Her eyes widen at the site of his rigid member, he is huge and she wants him inside her when she sees how large he is. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she cannot use her hands, which would have made this easier, so she leans in and uses her mouth to kiss the head of his penis. She then catches his throbbing cock with her lips, takes him into her hot lingering lips and sucks him vigorously back into her throat. As she shifts to get all of him in her mouth, she tastes his pre-come on her tongue, hears his breathing become heavy and fast, tightens her lips around his cock and goes down on him as far as she can. She runs her tongue up his shaft while her mouth engulfs his penis and she starts moving up and down on his firm member, her tongue flowing around him as she continues her movements. He shudders and shoves her head down onto him, he hits the back of her throat and makes her gag a little, so she pulls up from him but keeps his cock constrained around the edges of her lips, to get a breath. However, before she can take him into her mouth again, he yanks her up and jerks her close to him to plant a deep fiery kiss on her lips. Hands still cuffed behind her, she leans into the kiss then murmurs quietly into his ear, "Fuck me hard...please." That is all it takes for him to turn her backside to him and bend her body back over the hood of the cruiser. Her skirt had fallen back down so he lifts it up, wraps it around her cuffed hands then proceeds to take his stiff cock and spank her ass with it a few times before putting his leg between her knees to spread her legs. Then rubbing his cock along the inside of her thighs to caress her wet pussy and slicking his dick with her succulent juice, the head of his penis touches her clitoris. She moans aloud with pleasure, looks back over her shoulder at him to say, "Please..." and shifts her ass further up into him. "No. I think you need to be teased some more." He replies smugly to her begging look. He then takes his cock and massages his head around her vaginal opening, tantalizing and teasing her until she is begging and pleading for him to fuck her. He inserts the tip of his cock into her and she squirms and tries to press herself back onto him, but he clasps her hips with his hands and holds her back. Slowly and methodically, he pushes himself into her moist cunt and does not stop until he hits the bottom of her cervix, making her cry out in aching pleasure. She fidgets and wiggles her ass and starts making noises from the back of her throat as he pulls his dick all the way back out to the tip of her tight pussy. His cock is soaked and her struggling has made him stiff and rocklike when he rams his dick into her again. This time she screams out in ecstasy as he pulls back then thrusts himself deep into her again. He starts fucking her pussy hard and fast, holding her hips and pulling her back onto him as he pushes himself farther into her taut drenched cunt. She spreads her legs further open and puts her ass up in the air so he can get a better hold, and so she can get his cock shifted into position for an orgasm. While he slides his cock in and out of her tight wet pussy, he can feel her tensing up; he takes one of his hands off her hip so he can stick a finger into her waiting asshole. As he slips his finger into her ass, she gasps, and as his cock plunges and plunders her cunt, she begins to groan steadily with each rapid breath she takes. Her ass and pussy tighten up with every steady stroke of his dick, but with her hands still bound by the cuffs, it makes it hard for her to move the way she wants to reach climax. However, as his finger moves in and out of her ass, her slit stiffens up with the pounding of his cock and she feels her body quiver and begin to shudder as the orgasm starts at her taint and moves up into her cervix with every deep thrust of his cock. He feels her body move back onto his rigid penis and her pussy begin to pulse along the edges of his cock, he thrusts himself into her faster as she screams for him to stop. But her tight wet pussy is now dripping and her climax has brought him to the very edge as he slams himself in and out of her repeatedly until both their screams fill the night sky. His body convulses and he shoves his cock deep into her as his own orgasm explodes. Once more, she tightens her pussy around his stiff member and shoves her ass and cunt back into him as hard as she can. He howls one more time into the night as he jerks and falls panting against her back. Their breathing is rapid and fast for a few more minutes before he stands and pulls his pants back up, he smacks her ass softly this time and gets the keys to the handcuffs. She stands up, gets her breath and shakes her long hair out of her face while he takes the cuffs off her hands and gently rubs her wrists. He kisses the back of her neck while she straightens her skirt. When she turns to face him, he kisses her tenderly and she wraps her arms around him to kiss him back. Holding each other for a few minutes, they hear the cicadas and frogs humming in the night air before he walks her to her car. She gets in, starts the engine, turns to him to smile when he looks at her, and asks, "So what about that date now?" She turns back into her car for her purse, jots something down, turns back to him, hands him a piece of paper and says, "Here's my number, call me." He smiles and waves as she pulls onto the road and drives off into the night. Domination And Submission The day was going slower than ever. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours as my eager mind wondered what was on the agenda. I knew I had a little over an hour until you would return home, so I decided to take a shower to freshen up for the occasion. Tonight was the night to try something new. Tonight would be exciting, because we had finally decided to explore our sexualities in their deepest and most erotic forms. We decided to play out the submissive and dominant roles for a change, and see how they would go. The shower was almost cruel. My parts felt sensitive from the thoughts that bounced around in my mind, but I knew that it may ruin the surprises of later if I touched myself, so I fought the urge. I made sure that my hair smelled sweet like flowers, and my body had the fresh scent of the vanilla lotion that I use to keep my skin so soft. I crept out into the bedroom, naked except for the towel that I held around myself. I peaked into the closet, looking through it for something to wear. I felt that the whole schoolgirl routine was getting a bit old, and I knew a corset would cause great discomfort in most positions. So what choices remained? I could always throw on a sexy night gown, but I wasn't sure how exciting that would be for you. I decided on a more regular outfit, rather than the regular whorish attire that I normally wore during these special nights. I choose a simple shirt that was made of a very thin material. It had no design on it. It was red and low cut, so I decided that a push-up bra would work well with it. Now all I had to do was decide what to wear for the bottoms. I figured a skirt would work out well. One that was black and tight to my figure, but could easily but lifted to reveal my ass, and could easily be pulled off. Beneath it I picked out panties that matched the design on the bra, which was red and black plaid. Feeling satisfied with my outfit, I changed into it quickly and put on some makeup. I decided to throw on some knee high socks to tease you, knowing how you hated it when I toyed with you and playfully refused to take them off. The makeup that I used was also simple. I decided to wear eyeliner, but with no eye shadow. I used a small amount of blush and a glossy color on my lips, just to make them shine a bit. I didn't want to over do the outfit. I brushed my hair until it felt soft and was completely free of knots, then ruffled it a bit. When I was happy with my appearance, I went into the living room and laid on the couch. I browsed the channels and noticed the time. You would be coming home any minute now, and I was happy with that thought. I couldn't stop myself from sliding my hand up my skirt and briefly rubbing my sex, feeling the warmth from it already. I stopped when I heard a car door slam, and grinned knowing that it was you. I stayed on the couch, laying on my side and staring blankly at the tv, not really paying attention. I pulled a blanket to cover half of my body, and looked back at you as I heard you coming in the front door. "Home so soon? How was your day?" I grinned, rolling over onto my back and stretching my arms out above my head. I noticed your eyes wandering over my body as you approached me, and gasped as you grabbed my arm, pulling me so that I was sitting up. You sat next to me and then pulled me down so that my head was on your lap. "Same as usual... how was yours?" You bent down, briefly touching your lips to mine as you waited for my answer. I let out a small sigh and shrugged. I went to sit up, but you stopped me with your hand on my breasts, pushing me back down onto my back. "So, cook anything good?" I shook my head no, reaching up and grabbing your hand with both of mine, not yet giving you a chance to explore my shirt. "I figured we could go out somewhere... it's been a while, you know?" I smiled at you, brushing your hand against my cheek. "Go out? But I thought you wanted to stay home tonight? I thought that was why you were all dressed up..." I rolled over onto my stomach, resting my head on your leg as I looked up at you with pouty eyes. "Yeah... we have all night to do that... Maybe you should go get dressed for now, and take me somewhere nice." I grinned, quickly jumping up so that I was kneeling on my knees on the couch next to you. "Hm, well.. if you insist." I watched you get up and head for the bedroom, and laid on the couch as I waited for you to get ready. I heard you turn on the water and knew that you would want to take a quick shower before going anywhere nice. I curled up in the blanket and fell asleep as I waited, jumping slightly when I heard you calling my name. I was happy to see you wearing a white dress shirt with long sleeves, black dress pants, and even a tie. "You look nice.." I said, throwing the blanket off of me and standing before you. "As do you..." You wrapped your arms around me, pulling me in close for a long kiss, sliding one hand down the small of my back and to my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ready to go?" I grinned as I gave you a tight hug. "Mhmm." We headed out to one of the nicer restaurants in town, having a nice evening that consisted of an appetizer and dinner, and a lot of playing footsies under the table. We had small conversations about what we would do when we got home, and we were both expecting the same thing. We had discussed different safe words, and decided on two. Amber was to be used if I wanted you to lighten up, and red was to be used if I wanted you to totally stop. On the drive home, I toyed with you through your pants, watching you squirm as you attempted to keep your main focus on the road. "Quit! Seriously... don't do this... not right now." Your pleas didn't seem to be working. Deciding to try out your dominant role, you gently slapped my hand. "Amber, stop." You said, and for the first time your voice sounded more stern. I smirked and pulled my hands back, resting them in my lap. "Yes Sir." You reached over, pinching my thigh lightly and clearing your throat. "You're going to be in trouble when we get home... do you really think I am going to let you get away with all of this teasing?" When we got home, I watched you go directly to the couch as I turned around to lock the door. I threw the keys down onto an end table as I kicked off my shoes. "Amber..." You called, your voice having a certain tone that made me feel quite interested. "Yes Tony?" You glanced up at me as you rolled up your sleeves, shaking your head and scolding me. "From now on tonight, you'll call me Master or Sir. Now, it's time to deal with your little teasing frenzy from earlier. Come on." You patted on your lap, waving for me to come to you. As desperately as I wanted to, I found that I was almost completely unable to move. My arousal had jumped from 0 to 10, and my mind began to race. "My little pet... please allow me to remind you that any disobedience will only make your punishment worse." You smirked, knowing what your words were doing to me, and enjoying it very much. "Now come and lay across my lap so we can deal with this properly." Once I recomposed myself, I almost felt an urge to disobey. I wanted to be defiant or act pitiful, maybe try to pout my way out of things, but why ruin a perfectly good chance to make a long awaited fantasy come true. I approached you slowly, crawling onto your lap and squirming until I found a position that offered a bit of comfort. I felt you resting your left arm on the small of my back, pinning me down as you rubbed my ass through my skirt. "Oh, and Amber... why are you wearing socks?" I laid still, deciding that it may be in my best interest not to answer you. "These are just messing up your outfit, darling... allow me to fix that..." You grabbed my legs, one at a time, raising them and grabbing the high socks to pull them off. I knew the reaction that my soft, bare feet would cause. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle as I felt your excitement through your pants. I knew you heard me, and your response was a sharp slap on my ass. "Shut up, you little brat... let's see if you still mock me when you're unable to sit." I laid still as you began spanking me, letting out a small sigh of relief at the fact that it didn't hurt nearly as bad as I had always imagined it would. I fought the urge to laugh and say something sarcastic, knowing it would only get me into more trouble. I could tell that you were not satisfied with my response to such a light spanking, and I felt you gripping the bottom of my skirt and sliding it up. "Hmm, well at least you know how to pick out a good pair of panties..." I began to squirm a bit as you continued spanking me, now only having the little bit of protection that my thin panties offered me. This hurt much more than through the skirt, and was also louder. I began to whimper slightly, unable to hold back from the pain now. I would have lost track of the time, but there was a clock hanging on the wall in the direction that I was facing. I glanced at it every once in a while, wondering how long my punishment would last. I could feel your slaps getting harder, and the sting was becoming greater. I began to whimper much more now, squirming as you continued with a fast rate of slaps for about two minutes. You slowed a bit, seeing that my bottom was becoming red and hearing my whines, although it was hard for you to tell if they were whines from pleasure, or pain. I knew they were from both, and I had grown very sensitive. More than anything, I just wanted to slide my hand down my panties. I felt that a silent prayer had been answered as you slapped my thigh harshly and roughly pushed my legs apart. "Spread them, bitch." This tone was unusual coming from you, but I enjoyed it. I complied, quickly opening my legs for you and letting out a loud moan as you traced a finger down the middle of my panties, feeling the dampness and warmth. I could tell you were happy with my reaction, and began to squirm even more as you teased me, rubbing a few fingers over my panties. However, it was not yet time for me to be pleased. Now was the time for punishment, so you pulled your hand back and gave me a few more swats on the ass. You tugged my panties down slightly, seeing the redness that you were creating and rubbing it lightly. "Does that hurt baby? Do you regret being a teasing little slut yet?" I felt that I needed to use some sarcasm. It wasn't like me to just take everything. I needed to be bratty. "Nope! I'm just fine. You can keep going, but I doubt you are going to be able to hurt my ass." I smirked, "Does your hand hurt yet?" You gave me ass a few hard swats. "You brat... Maybe I need to try something else." You tugged up my panties and pulled me up so that I was sitting next to you. I grinned at you, reaching over and rubbing you through your pants, feeling how hard you were becoming from all of this. You gave me a quick slap across the face. "Not yet you little brat! Now come on." You grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up off the couch and toward the bedroom. Once we got to the bedroom, you threw me down roughly onto the bed. I squirmed a bit, feeling that my ass was still stinging from the spanking, though I would not admit it. I bit my lip as I watched you, knowing that you were trying to think of something else devious to do, but your mind was drawing blanks. "Don't move! Just stay right there until I come back." You left the bedroom to look through the house for something, though I was not sure what. You came back with a few of my silky scarves, and set them down on the edge of the bed. "Lay down, on your back, now." I quickly listened to you, eager to find out what the next phase of my punishment would be. You crawled over me, pinning me down with your weight and grabbing my arms, one at a time, and tying them to opposite bed posts. You did the same with my legs, making sure they were tight enough so that I could not get free, and my body was stretched out. I felt very vulnerable in this position, and very turned on. "I will be back in a few minutes. Don't try to get out of here, and don't make any noise." I watched you leave the room, and shivered when you turned out the light. Though I knew nothing would happen to me, I felt nervous being left alone and tied down, in the dark. After about five minutes went by, the nervousness grew and it became difficult not to call out for you. I tried to convince myself that you would be back soon, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. It felt like hours passed before you returned, but I knew it had only been a few minutes. I was relieved as you came back in the room, flicking the light back on and approaching the bed quickly. You had a few items with you, but I wasn't completely sure what. You climbed on top of me, holding a knife just beneath me chin as you stared into my eyes. We both knew that the clothes that I had one were cheap, and would not be missed if you were to tear them. I whimpered slightly as you pressed the peak of the blade into the middle of my shirt, making a small slit down it. "Shh..." You dropped the knife on the bed next to me and grabbed at the slit you made in my shirt, roughly tearing it open. I could hear the material ripping all over and eventually the shirt fell into shreads. As you moved down, you did the same with my skirt. I now only had on a bra and panties. You laid the knife down on the side of the bed and kissed from my neck down to my breasts. reaching beneath my bra to squeeze my boobs and toy with my nipples. I wanted to rub my legs together to relieve some of the tension you were causing between them, but they were tied apart. I let out a moan as you moved a hand down over my stomach and just brushed it against my panties. You moved your hand down, just pulling along the edge of my panties to tease me. I whimpered, looking up at you with a desperate expression. "Please?" I said quietly. "Please what, my little puppy?" I swallowed hard, trying to push myself into your hand as you continued to tease along the outer edges of my panties. "Please rub me.. please... I need you to.." You shook your head, smirking. "Do bad girls get to cum?" I whimpered as I heard this, shaking my head no. "Hehe, that's right puppy, they don't... only good girls do." You slid your hand down into my panties, rubbing lightly for a moment, watching me tense up with pleasure. When you thought I had enough to tease me, you pulled your hand out, moving it up and tracing one finger over my lips. "Clean my fingers off like a good puppy..." I licked at your fingertips until you pulled them away, tasting myself and only becoming more aroused. You climbed off of me, grabbing the knife and setting it on the end table. You reached over to unhook my bra, which was no problem since it hooked in the front. It fell to the sides, revealing my large breasts to you. You stared for a brief moment, but didn't let it distract you. You moved down toward the bottom of the bed and grabbed the whip, which made me squirm. "Now maybe you will start to regret being a bad girl..." You lightly swatted at my thighs with it, moving up to my stomach and landing a few harder swats. I squirmed, unable to block you at all. I began to whimper as you moved up and began to whip my breasts. Though you were only whipping them lightly, they were much more tender than my thighs or stomach. I squirmed and cried out as you began hitting harder, leaving slight marks from the whip on my chest. As you moved back down toward my stomach and thighs, you hit even harder, now leaving red slashes from where the whip was hitting me. "Mmf, please Sir!" I began to squirm as you continued hitting me with the whip, focusing on my inner thighs, knowing how tender the flesh was there. I fought back tears as I felt my eyes growing wet. I didn't want to pansy out and use a safe word, so I bit my lip and help back from whimpering too loud. "Pleeeease!" I squirmed more, pulling at the scarves that were binding me. I knew I wouldn't be able to free myself, but it felt comforting to try. Throughout all of this, I was becoming even more turned on. I had never imagined you in such a demanding and punishing state, and it was all very sexy to me. I wondered how long you would continue to whip me, and glanced down, I could see red marks across my stomach and thighs. "Have you learned your lesson yet, you little slut?" I screamed as you gave me one last, harder hit across my breasts. "Yes Sir... yes." My eyes were watery, though I was not yet crying. You climbed back onto me and kissed my forehead. "Amber.. you're taking your punishments very well... I love you." I felt comforted from this. "Don't forget that you can use the safe words at any time if this becomes too rough... I won't be mad." I nodded to you, and you quickly got off of me. I could hear you put the whip down and when you crawled back onto me, you had another piece of cloth. "Lift your head..." I did so quickly, no longer wanting to add more to my punishment. I felt a bit more nervous as you tied the cloth around me as a blindfold. I could no longer watch to see what you were going to use next, and now I didn't know what to expect. The blindfold certainly made the situation more intense. Suddenly I felt you using the feathered end of the whip to tickle me. You started by tracing the toy around my nipples, which only tickled a bit, though it did sooth the stinging from the whip. You moved it along my chest and down my sides, being quite good with it as you moved your hand back and forth quickly to make the feathers brush gently against my skin. I was giggling a bit, though it was not drawing out the reaction that you were looking for. Throwing it to the side, you grabbed the knife and began to run it along my skin. This tickled much more than the feathers, and I began to squirm as you gently slid the peak of the blade down my side, then back up, then back down. I could barely stay still as you moved down, going over my inner thigh with the tip of the knife, seeing me squirm more and more as you continued to tease me. I can feel the knife being pressed gently against my thigh as your bare hand moves down my leg. I figured that you were happy with the fact that I was freshly shaved, and my skin was so milky and smooth. I could feel your hand sliding down to my ankle, and eventually you took away the knife. You began to tickle the bottom of my foot with your hands, and I could hear you let out a small laugh as I began to giggle more and squirm. I felt helpless, not being able to pull away from you. "Tony.. uh... babe please! I can't take this!" I could hear you smirk, "Yes you can... suck it up you little bitch." I began to squirm more, whimpering and hoping that maybe my cuteness would get me out of this one. "Please... please... I can't..." I laughed quietly, biting my lip as I tried to hold back. "Stoppppp please Sir?" After a few more minutes of tormenting me, you finally stopped and decided to move on to the next phase of my punishment. Still having the blindfold on, I was nervous and unsure of what to expect. Without warning, I felt the cold wetness of an ice cube being placed against my nipple. Being startled, I couldn't help but scream. "What the fuck! What are you doing that's freezing!" You slapped my thigh, "Shut up... did I give you permission to talk?" I could tell you were using one hand to tease my nipples with the ice cube, and the other was running along my panties. You gave me a gentle slap through my panties, causing me to jump again. "Did I?" You sounded angry, but I knew that it was all just an act. "No... Sir." "I didn't think so..." Though I could not see, I knew that by now my nipples had become hard from the cold. I desperately wanted to orgasm, but knew that I would not be able to until my punishment was through, and I knew that wouldn't be happening until after I had satisfied you. "Sir..." I heard you sigh and felt you take away the ice cube and climb back on top of me. I was surprised when I felt you grinding your hardness against me, and I moaned quietly. Domination And Submission "Quit your whining already... My little subbie." I felt you give me a small kiss on the lips, just before reaching down to pinch my nipples gently. I moaned a bit as you began to play with my boobs, lightly slapping them from side to side and squeezing them. "Amber... count to 10." I felt confused, "What, why?" I received a light slap across the face for this. "Don't question my orders, just do it!" I nodded and quickly began counting. "One... two.. three..." I felt you pinch my nipples lightly, and realized that the closer I got to ten, the harder you were pinching them. At five I began to count quicker, but that only resulted in you slapping me and making me start over again. I could tell that you were enjoying all of the teasing and tormenting, because I could still feel how hard your cock was against me. You pulled the blind fold off of me, smiling at me as you kissed me on the lips. "I think I'm done teasing you... for now..." You moved down and untied my ankles, then my wrists. "But I've got one more thing for you to do." You grabbed my hair, pulling me up out of the bed and to the living room. You looked down at me and grabbed my hands, putting them against your cock through your pants. "I think you're smart enough to know what to do..." I nodded, quickly unzipping and pulling down your pants, then your boxers. I playfully pushed you backwards so that you were sitting on the couch, and I began rubbing your cock lightly with both hands. I could tell that you had been waiting for this all day, and I watched your eyes, wanting to see the pleasure that I was giving you. Before long, I decided to lean forward and take the tip of your cock into my mouth. I teased you by moving my tongue around it in small circles, using my hands on the rest of it. I took one of my hands off of you to rub myself through my panties. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and looking down at me. I pulled back, looking up at you in surprise. "I just.. I thought..." "No! You are supposed to be focusing on me right now! Do we have to repeat that whole process?" I shook my head no, putting my hands back on you and continuing in satisfying you. I took your cock further into my mouth, watching you pant as you grew more aroused, knowing that you would be ready to explode any minute. I was beginning to feel tired, but I knew that if I slowed now you would be disappointed, and I didn't want that to happen. I continued sucking and moving my hands at the same pace, and began to go even faster eventually. I let out a gasp as you reach down and began squeezing at my boobs again, and I felt very sensitive. I could tell that it wasn't going to take much to make me orgasm, and I became even more excited at the thoughts. I looked up into your eyes, moving my tongue quickly and all over your cock and feeling relieved as you grabbed my hair and pulled my head back just before cumming. You came on my chest, and I felt the need to rub myself as I felt the warmth from your jizz being all over me. I had finally been punished and used, and now I wanted my turn. "Sir... please make me cum.. please." You grabbed my arm, and though you felt weak you pulled me back to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed and parting my legs. You kissed me through my panties, teasing me by flicking your tongue across them. "Mm, please Sir no more teasing..." You stopped at looked up at me. "What was that, bitch?" "I... please just make me cum..." I bit my lip as I watched you. "Hm, do you think you've been a good girl?" I wasn't in much of the mood for your games anymore, so I reached down and began rubbing myself through my panties. You quickly grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, tying them to the headboard with the scarves from earlier. "You little slut... what was that all about? You know you have to wait for your Master's permission to cum..." You began fingering me through my panties, watching my squirm and feeling me press into you. "I'm sorry Tony... Sir... I need to cum... please?" You smirked at this new feeling over power over me, and continued to just tease me through my panties. "Maybe when you learn to be a good girl..." I began panting, moaning loudly as I felt that I was close to having an orgasm, and you pulled your hand back. "Sir!" I whimpered, feeling frustrated from this new game. You continued teasing me in the same way, getting me close to my climax, either using your fingers or your mouth, then pulling away when I got close. After doing this three or four times, you finally let me cum, and I felt very weak and relieved. I watched my chest go up and down as I took deep breaths, and laid still as you moved up to untie me. "Mm Sir.. that was the best." I grinned, kissing you and curling up against you as you laid next to me, and feeling you rubbing your hand lightly over my ass, giving it a light slap. "I think we need to do this more often." I smirked, "Me too..." Domination at the Office Pt. 01 Kate didn't mean to dress so slutty and sexy on her first day at the office, but it seemed like even when she tried to dress modestly in her white button down and short skirt, her skirt would ride up to show her round ass and the buttons would gap to show her voluptuous breasts. At 5"3 she was small but curvy. Her curves outshined any supermodel on the catwalk. Her round and supple breasts just barely spilled over her DD cups, and her nipples were often hard, showing the world the beautiful small perky outline. She had been waitressing in her small towns equivalent for Hooters for three years, since she had gotten kicked out of the house at 18, only three weeks after she had graduated high school. Her mother said it was because of her lack of desire for the future, aka not going to college, but Kate knew it was because her mom's boyfriend checked out her tits too often. Kate's dad had been out of the picture since she was three, and her mom had worked hard to support Kate and her younger brothers, but that had left her looking tired and older than she was. It was understandable that she was threatened by her beautiful daughter with the perky tits, round ass and tightest cunt around. As Kate was leaving, her mother's boyfriend, John, hugged her a little too tight and lingered his hand on her ass. She knew it was probably best, at that moment, to leave before one day she succumbed to the handsome man, ten years her mom's junior, and ended up on her back with his cock inside her, screaming with pleasure. Kate had been doing alright at her waitressing job, but at 21 she knew it was time to grow up. She had recently started dating a guy, Jonathon, who was a serious lawyer. He had just graduated law school after several hard years studying and now was on his way to do great things. He had been out celebrating his promotion when they met and she knew she was supposed to be a one night stand but the sex was mind blowing for them both so they kept fucking and eventually it led to something. He was happy that at the thought of having a sex goddess AND a respectable girl. He recommended her to a sister company and it wasn't long before she aced an interview, and was shortly thereafter on her way to her first day. So there she was, dressed somewhat office appropraitely, at her first job. She took a deep breath and walked through the doors. Her boss greeted her in the lobby, a nice lady about the same age as her mom, and led her to her cubicle. "We are so happy to have you here, Kate," she said excitedly. "We think you will be a great fit. Here is you desk, and the IT guy will be over here soon to set up your phone and everything." "Great!" Kate said, and sat patiently waiting. Her desk was right next to the printer, which could be annoying, but she was happy that she could meet so many new faces so easily. She smiled and introduced herself to many as they came buy, and then got lost in organizing all her office-y stuff, like pens and post-it notes, when she heard a deep voice from behind. "Well hello there-" he said, as he looked over at her name plate. "Kate Marrow." She loved the way he said her name instantly. She could barely speak. She had introduced herself to at least 20 different people this morning but she couldn't get a word out. He stook 6'3, green eyes, and was obviously very built underneath his starched white shirt. "H-h-hello," she stammered. He smiled as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, like she was undressing him with her eyes, which she was. He was in his mid-forties but that didn't take away at all from his sexyness. In fact in made him more sexy, thinking of all the women he surely pleasured and made cum and scream and cum again in his life time. But he looked way too important to just be the IT guy. "I'm Ian. The director of IT. My guy is out sick today so you will have to make do with me setting up you stuff. Nice to meet you." She smiled, still unable to speak. "Well you will have to get up in order for me to set up your computer and phone young lady," and he smiled coyly, as if he had just asked her to undress, which she would have gladly done. As she stood up she felt her skirt ride up and she watched his eyes follow her skirt right up. She pulled it down quickly. He didn't look away. She blushed and cleared and her throat. It made her so horny she could barely stand, but she was also intimidated by this strong man who was very clear with his desire. Then, as he took the mouse, she saw the glimmering gold ring on his left hand. Oh shit, she thought. She didn't want to start something with a married man. Maybe I have this all wrong, she thought. Ian set up her computer quickly, and told her to come by his office before lunch if she had any questions. She smiled politely, and said thank you. It didn't take her long to figure everything out, and the hours ticked by. She began getting ready to go to lunch at noon, as the office was completely empty with everyone off on their lunch dates. She didn't have lunch plans, but figured she could walk around and get to know the place. Then, a message popped up from the inter-office messenger that Ian had set up. "You got everything figured out?" "Yes, Sir. Thank you very much for all of your help." she answered. "Awe, too bad. I was hoping to see you in my office... " This was clear flirting. She wasn't wrong! But a married man? And she had a boyfriend. But there was something about Ian that Jonathon just couldn't do for her. Oh well, she thought, harmless flirting. It's not like they would end up doing anything in the office. What could it hurt? "Oh yeah? Why is that... does it have to do with what you were staring at under my skirt earlier?" "It might be... I would love to see what's underneath that skirt sometime... are you wearing panties" "Of course! What do you think I am... some sort of office slut?" she typed. "I was hoping... " he wrote back. Then, "Take them off." She thought he was kidding, and laughed. "ok... " "I can see you from my office. I am serious. Take off your panties, slut." She looked behind her. She could barely see his office, just a sliver in the corner, behind a mostly closed door. He was watching her. She was so wet she didn't know what do to. "Take off your panties, carry them across the office and put them on my desk, slut." This was crazy, she thought. But somehow, she found herself standing up, shimmying out of her red panties covered in her juices, and carrying them across the office. She walked into his office and put them on his desk. She expected him to grab her and kiss her or be excited, but he just looked at her coldly and said, "Good slut. Now go make me a copy of this." She took the paper, stunned, and turned around, walking back to the copier, feeling her pussy drip. As she started to make a copy like he asked, she looked at the paper. It was titled, "Office Slut Rules" 1) You will shave you cunt freshly every morning for me. 2) You will place your panties on my desk every morning every you complete your morning masturbation. In the office. Don't be quiet about it. 3) You will make copies when I ask, bending over far so everyone can see you juicey slit. 4) You will get a tattoo of my choosing as a tramp stamp. It will say something about the slut you are. 5) You will do as I say, fuck as I say, and suck my dick when I say. x_____________________________ Kate couldn't believe it. She wasn't signing this. This was crazy. But as she walked back to his office, and set it on his desk, she found herself picking up a pen as he stared at her, and signing on the dotted line. "Go back to your desk slut." he said with no emotion. She walked back, and sat down. Another message popped up. "I'm touching my cock right now. I want you to touch yourself too." Kate looked around, people were starting to return from lunch. She couldn't be doing this in her new office on the first day. "Do it slut" another message said. Her fingers slowly found there way into her skirt and she begin running them over her clit, lightly moaning. "Are you ok in there, Kate?" Her boss called out. She turned bright red. She didn't know she had returned. "Oh yes ma'am! I am fine!" Another message popped up. "You won't be fine until you cum... cum for me baby" She flicked her clit vigorously until she came hard, only to look over and find Ian standing at the printer, staring at her. He walked over, bent down, slid his hand up her skirt and felt her soaking went pussy. He slid his out, covered in her cum, and licked his fingers. "Good girl." he whispered. And walked back into his office.