0 comments/ 82652 views/ 3 favorites Ruthie's Story Ch. 02 By: susurrus Chapter 2: The Doctor's Office Ruthie squirmed on the exam table. Why did the doctor insist on making her wait for so long before he came in the room? Of course, at least she didn't have to wear one of those silly gowns, like when she'd had to go to the hospital. She hadn't worn panties that day, so her butt could be seen by anybody walking behind her. It'd been embarrassing but arousing too, especially when she looked back and saw that good looking male nurse checking out her cute rear. A sound came from the other side of the exam room door. Hopefully, it was the doctor. Ruthie hated waiting. Besides, the reason she came to see the doctor was driving her crazy. Much longer a wait, and she was going to scream. The crotch of her short shorts squeezed her pussy really tight, just making the problem worse. Ruthie knew she shouldn't scratch, but it was just getting to be too much. Just as she started to slip her hand into her shorts to relieve the itch, the doorknob turned and in walked Dr. Smith, looking as serious as ever. "Hello, Ruthie," the doctor said, not looking up from reading whatever was on his clipboard. The girl quickly pulled her hand from her shorts and felt her face get hot. Dr. Smith never noticed, he was concentrating so hard on what he was reading. "Uh, hi, Dr. Smith," she replied, smoothing out her tight T-shirt, making her braless breasts stand out. Ruthie liked Dr. Smith, and knew he *really* liked her tits. When he didn't think she'd notice, she'd catch him taking sneaky little glances at them every time she came in to see him. If it had been anybody else, Ruthie would have probably been upset, but since it was Dr. Smith, she always felt herself getting wet. Right at that very moment, Dr. Smith was checking out her tits while he pretended to read her records. Ruthie could see him looking up over the top of his clipboard at her. "And what brings you here today?" Ruthie felt her nipples harden at the doctor's surreptitious scrutiny, knowing she was giving him an even better show with her stiff little nips poking out. Ruthie squirmed some more, having been unable to scratch, and making her breasts jiggle a little bit when she moved. The glint in Dr. Smith's eyes made her realize he wanted her to tell him just what was wrong with her, and was suddenly embarrassed to say it out loud. When she spoke, her voice came out only a whisper, so quiet that the doctor couldn't hear. "Speak up, Ruthie. I can't help you if you won't tell me what's wrong." Her face burned to say why she'd come to visit the doctor, even though she knew she was going to have to be brave and actually tell him. In a voice a little too loud with embarrassment this time, she told him, "I said: My vagina is itchy." The doctor looked up from his clipboard. "Is that what *you* call it? Don't be afraid to talk to me about it like you would a friend." Hesitantly, Ruthie repeated, "Doctor, my pussy itches." Dr. Smith smiled. "That's better. I think we can do something to relieve an itchy pussy. Don't you?" Ruthie felt better when the doctor smiled. He had a wonderful smile. She also felt her nipples tighten a little more at that smile, too. "Yes, I have just the thing for an itchy pussy, but first, I think we need a little exam just to make sure that it's the *only* thing you need me to take care of." Dr. Smith put down the clipboard and stepped closer to the exam table. "I'm just going to check your heartbeat." The doctor put the earpieces of his stethoscope in, then raised the little paddle to Ruthie's chest. A little flare of concern went through Ruthie's mind when she saw the doctor scowl, then move the instrument to a different spot on her chest. The scowl got deeper, and she heard him make a quiet, "Hmm," in his throat. "Ruthie, this isn't going to work. I can't hear your heart properly this way. Would you please remove your top?" Ruthie hesitated. Why should she have to hake off her T-shirt? Surely the stethoscope should be able to work through that thin material. The doctor noticed Ruthie's unease, but was undeterred. "Come, Ruthie. I have other patients to see. I can't waste my time here if you won't cooperate." Embarrassment - but arousal, too - went through Ruthie's body as she started to take off her shirt. A little moan escaped her lips as the fabric dragged over the taut, sensitive nubs of her nipples. Placing the shirt on the table beside her, Ruthie felt a great desire to cover up. Her shoulders hunched and her hands gripped the edges of the table, her arms pushed together as she tried to be sneaky about attempting to cover her tits while she sat there. All she succeeded in doing was pushing her breasts together with her arms, giving the doctor an even better show than if she'd just sat there normally. Doctor Smith was getting an eyeful, and he simply stood there while the girl got herself situated. He smiled inside at her discomfort, but outwardly maintained a perfectly professional demeanor. Ruthie was a hot little slut, regardless of how she liked to pretend otherwise sometimes. She was his favorite patient, bar none. Seeing her breasts pushed together as they were, he almost regretted continuing the exam, wanting to enjoy the sight a little longer. Nevertheless... "Are you ready, Ruthie?" The girl blushed, but met his eye, nonetheless. She lowered her shoulders and sat up straighter, maybe even a bit proudly, thrusting her chest out at him some. "Yes, doctor." Doctor smiled, sending another surge of arousal through Ruthie's body. She jumped when the cold paddle of the stethoscope touched her skin, but she was getting horny enough that it heated up in a hurry. After several minutes, where the doctor just held the paddle in one place while he visually examined Ruthie's breasts, he gave a curt nod and went to his clipboard, where he thought a second, then started writing. When he turned back around, he said, "That's excellent, Ruthie. I'd like to test your mouth and throat next. Would you kneel on the floor, please?" Kneel on the floor? How was the doctor going to examine her down there? Ruthie started to ask why he wanted her to do that, then remembered that *he* was the doctor, and he should know best how to get the information he needed. Ruthie carefully slipped off the edge of the exam table and knelt on the floor. Her pussy was still itching and warm, and she couldn't wait for the doctor to finally give her some relief there. Doctor had turned his back on Ruthie when she looked up from where she knelt. She couldn't tell what he was doing, but his clipboard lay on the chair where he'd last left it, so he wasn't consulting that. When Dr. Smith turned around again, Ruthie could see his hard penis sticking out of his white coat. "Now, Ruthie, open wide and we'll check your mouth and throat." A thrill went through Ruthie's body. She liked the way this exam was going. Problem was, it wasn't doing anything for what she originally came in for. Her pussy twitched and got juicier and itchier, and her mouth watered at the implication of what her mouth exam was going to be. Obediently, she opened her mouth in anticipation of the doctor's examination. It wasn't too long before she felt the warm, thick cock laid on her tongue. Her lips then enclosed this most intimate of medical tools and she slowly moved up and back on it. The exam must have been going well, because not long after Ruthie began her oral effort on Doctor's dick, he began to moan. After a few minutes of this most delightful of doctor's exams, Dr. Smith said, with a bit of a pant, "Very good. Now, say 'Ah.'" Ruthie did as the doctor ordered. and when her throat opened, Dr. Smith slid a little more of his cock down. Ruthie felt proud of herself, that she didn't gag when he went deeper, but was a little skeptical when he said, "Very nice. Again." Doctor was already very deep in Ruthie's mouth, but being a good patient, she hummed an 'ah' as best she could, considering the obstacle in her throat. Once again, Dr. Smith's cock slipped a little further down her throat when she did this. Unfortunately, Ruthie could take no more, and had to push the doctor away a bit so she could breathe. She was quite proud that she'd taken as much of him inside her as she had, though. When she was pretty sure she was ready, Ruthie started moving her mouth on Dr. Smith's cock, taking him in deep, then slowly teasing him out till only the tip was held between her lips. She then went the other direction, feeling him fill her mouth and throat all over again. Dr. Smith was really enjoying the exam. Ruthie was always horny and ready for whatever kind of examination he saw fit to give her. And the more "inventive" the exam, the more Ruthie seemed to like it. Ruthie had all but forgotten why she'd come to the doctor's in the first place. She was too wrapped up in sucking on the doctor's cock to remember her initial affliction. She didn't know what this part of the exam could possibly be testing, but she didn't really care. When Dr. Smith said, "Okay, Ruthie, that's good. You may stop now," she was incredulous. How could he want her to stop giving him a blowjob? Ruthie sure didn't want to stop what she was doing. She cupped the doctor's balls in her hand in the hope he'd shoot off in her mouth and give her the kind of medical treatment she *really* wanted. "Ruthie, you can get up now." She continued to ignore him. Finally, Dr. Smith grabbed her hand and scolded, "How can I help you if you won't follow my orders? Now get up off the floor and back on the table." With a whimper, Ruthie slowly removed her mouth from Dr. Smith's cock, giving it a parting kiss before rising from the floor and climbing back onto the examination table. She did feel a naughty thrill when she saw how stiff Doctor's cock was, still sticking out of his white lab coat. "Alright. Now I'm going to test your reflexes. Remove your shorts, please." A question flashed across Ruthie's face at that, but she was getting really horny now, between the itch in her pussy and the blowjob she was unable to complete, so she quickly squelched the hesitance she initially felt and started to undo her tight little pants. Instead of standing to wiggle the shorts off her butt, Ruthie rolled onto her back and worked them off her ass and hips. With the shorts off, the smell of aroused pussy filled the room. Dr. Smith had hated to have Ruthie end the fantastic blowjob she'd been giving him, but he needed to move things along. Her mouth wasn't where he intended his cum to end up, anyway. He loved the sight of Ruthie's pussy and asshole so enticingly on display, that, before she could sit back up, he told Ruthie, "Stay right where you are. That's the perfect position for my next test." Ruthie wondered what was next. How could the doctor check her reflexes like this? Her pussy felt much better now that it wasn't so confined, but she still needed help with it. She hoped this test wouldn't take very long so the doctor could take care of what she came in for in the first place. As she wondered what the reflex test was going to entail, Ruthie cried out in surprise and with an involuntary jerk as she felt something smack hard against her exposed pussy. She looked up from where she lay, and was just in time to see the doctor deliver another blow to her horny cunt with what looked like a hairbrush. The sting against her warm, aroused skin was a terrible shock, but already, she was starting to find the sensation building her incredible pussy itch even higher. Doctor appeared to be intently observing her reaction to what he was doing. He delivered a third blow to Ruthie's cunt, the hardest yet. That was followed by an even harder one. Each time, she jumped and let out a moan. Fifteen times the doctor slapped the back of the hairbrush against Ruthie's pussy, then when the last blow had fallen, he turned the brush around and dragged the stiff bristles against her hot, abused - but *very* sensitive - cunt. Thankfully, he didn't used the bristles for long. Ruthie's pussy was so sensitive now that any further stimulation from the brush would have been too much. Doctor seemed to sense this and stopped what he was doing. Ruthie heard him moving around, and the drawer to the little cabinet in the room open and close. Curious as to what was next, Ruthie again looked up and saw the doctor holding a rather sinister looking device. What she saw wasn't a speculum, although those look plenty sinister. She was relieved on one hand - Ruthie hated going for checkups and having the damn things used on her, but what the doctor had *did* look like both scared and aroused her. The instrument Dr. Smith held in his hand was shaped sort of like a dildo, but it wasn't much like too many dildos Ruthie had seen. No, this one was terribly big around, maybe the size of a soda can, but it wasn't very long, probably six or seven inches. It had one rounded end, sort of like a big cock head, and the end the doctor held had a handle loop on it. Ruthie had a suspicion where that was going, and she instantly felt a wave of apprehension wash over her. Surely he didn't expect to put that in *her*? Something like that would split her in two. She couldn't possibly take that into her body. And yet, she was *so* horny... More than before, she was needing relief from the itch, which had built into a frustrating burn, deep inside her cunt. Desire blazed through her, and it felt like the only thing that could cure it was something big and cock-like in her pussy. Ruthie panted, "Fuck me, doctor, my pussy is on fire." Dr. Smith replied, "I'm not finished with my exam yet. Be patient. I'll take care of your pussy soon." Ruthie watched him smear lubrication on the huge dildo-thing. "I'm sure you're probably slick enough already, but just to be sure..." He then stepped between Ruthie's opened legs, while he looked down at her reddened, extremely horny pussy. "Relax, Ruthie. This should be easy for you." Dr. Smith then placed the huge pole against the lips of her aching cunt. Pressure built up against Ruthie's pussy as the doctor pushed the big dick-thing in an effort to get it inside her. "You can do this, Ruthie. Come on..." the doctor whispered soothingly while he continued pushing the thing against her cunt. Slowly, Ruthie felt it start to penetrate as she concentrated on letting it in. After far shorter a time than it seemed, the rounded end was inside her. A surprised gasp burst from her at the feeling of that huge object stretching the lips of her cunt. Once the "head" was in, the rest followed easily. Little by little, the doctor pushed more into her, fucking it slowly, adding a bit more on each in-stroke. Never before had there been anything so big in Ruthie's pussy. It felt like all the descriptions she'd heard of giving birth, in reverse. But even though she felt amazingly wide open at this invasion, and she was panting and moaning loudly, it didn't, at any time, hurt. In fact, after the thing had been in her as far as it would go for a minute or so, it felt spectacularly good. Dr. Smith continued fucking the thing in and out for a while, then just let it soak for a while and let Ruthie feel it stretching her. Ruthie's head had dropped back down to the table, so exhausted this was making her. When the dildo thing stopped moving, she didn't even have energy enough to look up to see what was going on. She was sure she'd never be the same again. This was all topped off by the feeling of something pressing against her asshole. She wearily lifted her head and discovered Dr. Smith standing between her legs, lining himself up with her butt. After what had been done to her pussy, the feeling of the doctor's cock at her ass felt like almost nothing. With ease, he slipped into her rear and started pumping. Now she *really* felt full. Dr. Smith said nothing, not even to find out if she was doing okay. Ruthie was doing much better than okay. She'd never felt so filled up before. She only wished the thing in her pussy was a real dick. As it was though, she was in sexual Nirvana. she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so good. Dr. Smith just fucked her ass as if it was her pussy. He was relentless, and every so often he'd grab the handle on the dildo and pull it almost out of her before plunging it back in. Ruthie was cumming constantly now. When Dr. Smith took her nipples between his fingers and started to squeeze, she barely felt it. Everything else was so over-stimulated that there was almost no present connection to her nipples. Realizing this, Dr. Smith released her nipples and concentrated on getting off in Ruthie's hot ass. Ruthie was cumming so much, there could have been an audience and she wouldn't have cared. Eventually, the arousal caused by what he'd been allowed to do to Ruthie, combined with what he was doing to her presently got to be too much. His orgasm was upon him, and there was no way he was going to hold back. "Here, Ruthie. Here's the cure for your itchy pussy!" Dr. Smith gasped before he pulled out of Ruthie and sprayed her red, obscenely stretched cunt with a drowning load of semen. Stream after stream of jizz spurted from his cock onto Ruthie's pussy, until it was covered in the sticky, slimy stuff. Feeling the hot wet cum splash on her pussy sent Ruthie into an even bigger orgasm than before. She screamed and thrashed on the exam table, giving the doctor a fabulous show. It took quite a while for her to come down off her orgasm, and when she did, she was nearly exhausted. When Dr. Smith pulled the dildo out of her pussy, another orgasm kicked in, this one shorter-lived, but just as intense. For several minutes, neither said anything. The only sound in the room was primarily Ruthie panting, trying to regain her breath after her incredible experience. When she did speak, she said, still very out of breath, "Doctor, what about my itchy pussy?" Dr. Smith laughed. "If you still have an itchy pussy after *that*, there's nothing I can do for you. Besides, I gave you the lotion you should need to keep it from getting so itchy again. Just rub it in and you'll see." Ruthie reached down and ran her fingers through the doctor's cum: the lotion for her horny cunt. Curiously, she reached lower to feel how loose her pussy was after being stretched so wide. She couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary by touch, but the muscles down there sure knew they'd gotten a workout. It would probably be a day or so before a cock would feel anything in there. She felt stretched, but the slut in her also felt empty that the big thing was no longer inside her. Once she'd gotten over the initial skepticism of whether it'd fit, it felt really great to have that in her pussy. She idly rubbed Doctor's cum all over her pussy, feeling herself building slowly to yet another orgasm. Ruthie didn't know if she could take another, but she also couldn't bear to stop. Fortunately, it came upon her quickly and was over fast, too. This blew out whatever flicker of energy she had left. For a little while, she slept. "Ruthie? Ruthie, come on. We have to go." She reluctantly opened her eyes and saw the man she loved standing beside her head. "Huh? oh, god. Do I have to?" "Sorry to say, but yes." He helped her to a sitting position and handed her her shorts. She still felt the cum at her crotch, and a naughty thrill went through her at the thought of putting on her pants with his jizz all over her pussy. She pulled on her shorts, then slipped her T-shirt on. When she stood on weary legs, the squishy feel in her cunt was arousing, and yet she was glad it wasn't a long ride home. He asked, when she was suitable to go outside, "You ready?" Ruthie steadied herself. "I think so." "I already called Phil and told him he could come and lock up, so he should be here about the time we get to the car." Ruthie's Story Ch. 02 The next morning Master Paul woke me gently and had me set to work on his impressive morning wood. Master Paul could convey so much with his body language or a gesture. His quietness combined with his power and sensitivity were, in many ways, a real turn on. After preparing me for the day. He allowed me to watch as he taped up the box that held all of my clothing and possessions. He addressed the label to my Participant Magazine mail drop. Abstractly, I wondered how Master Paul was going to get me out of the hotel. That question was answered eventually. The convention was to end this day a Noon. Master Paul produced a brief silk robe and some slippers and we went to the hotel dining room and had a light breakfast. Master ordered for me and, oblivious to the stare of the other patrons, I sat on his lap as he fed me. I felt his massive bulge through the thin fabric and I knew that Master Paul would be taking me as soon as we returned to his hotel room. He did and it was awesome! Once we finished our passionate lovemaking, Master Paul had me pack his suitcase and give the once over of the hotel to make sure that we missed nothing. I packed up everything except my slippers. Master took a second trench coat out of the hotel closet and slipped it about my shoulders. Master Paul had me tote his suitcase as we went to the front desk and checked out. Master Paul's car was a very nice Infinity luxury model. We drove to his house which was about seventy kilometers from the hotel. His house was very nice with fine furnishings. My trench coat was removed as soon as we entered the house and I was naked once more. "On occasion we WILL be going out to town but you can expect to spend the next two weeks at least completely naked. I WILL allow you to wear an apron when you are cooking. I will also be having friends over, your nudity is one of my gifts to them." My research had led me to understand that Master Paul's actions were quite normal in the BDSM community. I viewed it as part of the assignment. We toured his lovely home. Master Paul had exquisite taste. The rooms were all expertly decorated. The furnishing were expensive and the art that hung on the walls was all first class. Even Master's playroom was quite attractive. The walls were clean and white it was well lit and the implements were all hung in an orderly manner on hooks on the wall. There were stocks, a table and hooks for discipline. There was also a cage large enough for a human being. Master saw the apprehension in my eyes. "This room is a last resort, I believe that positive reinforcement achieves much more than negative reinforcement does, HOWEVER if you do not apply yourself diligently to your duties or get mouthy you COULD end up here. You WILL be spending time in the cage your first week or so here so as to learn your place. I will go easier with you as your assignment is just two months long and the BDSM community has very high hopes for your article, but make no mistake, I do not consider this a walk in the park and I will be treating you and training you as I would any other slave." Then, as though reading my fears, Master Paul embraced me and planted a deep, loving kiss upon my lips. He gently stroked me all over and eventually led me back to his enormous bed. I did not resist an iota as Master Paul tied me spread eagle to the bed. He ate me out with an assurance and intensity I had never experienced before. I literally lost track of all the orgasms I had in succession. After I came down Master Paul entered me and his massive cock had me floating away again. It was many hours later when my arms and legs were unfastened. I was thoroughly, delightfully, spent. I rested while Master Paul made a meal for us. I was led to understand that that would be a rare occurrence. I would be expected to cook all the meals and clean up afterwards. Tonight was a special event. Master Paul, woke me and led me to his fine kitchen table. I sat on his lap and he fed me. Again I was struck by how such a large man could be so gentle and loving. He had an aura of authority and power about him that suffused everything he did and every action he performed. I realized that it would be very easy for any woman, including myself, to fall completely under his thrall, to love him and obey him as easily as breathing. Then I looked at the pale ring encircling the third finger of my left hand and I thought of Jim. Despite the infidelity being required for the assignment, I felt guilty for having such a good time. Jim was an excellent lover, but he could not hold a candle to Master Paul. I missed Jim however. I also hated the fact that he was in the hands of Goddess Erica, my mind created pictures of what she was doing to him that irked me greatly. I realized at that moment that my best course of action was putting my husband out of my mind and focusing on serving my Master to the best of my abilities. After the late dinner, Master Paul prepared me for bed. I was not even permitted to brush my own teeth. He provided me with a blanket and a pillow and led me to the cage in his playroom. My heart was beating very rapidly as I heard the door close and the padlock bolt. The lights went out and I was in pitch darkness. Even though I knew that my Master would retrieve me first thing in the morning, I was honestly terrified. I broke into tears and cried for a while until I fell asleep on the padded floor of the cage, I was overjoyed the next morning when the lights went on and I espied Master Paul. As soon as I was liberated from my cage, I fell to my knees and liberated Master Paul's penis from his pants. Never had cum tasted sweeter. Master Paul had not said a single word to me, everything was communicated through body language and gestures. I seemed to have an innate understanding of my Master's wants and needs. In a frilly apron I set to the task of preparing breakfast. To be honest Jim is a much better cook than I am. He has done the lion's share of cooking since we got married. I hoped that my rusty skills were up to the task and, more importantly, would please my Master. The eggs were runny, the sausages a bit overdone and I had dropped and broken a dish. Master ate the breakfast with no complaints and then bent me over his knee and set to work on my buttocks for quite a while with his big strong hands. My ass stung for the rest of the day and I felt totally humiliated. Worse Master decreed that I had earned no rights to any treats that day. He denied me his touch, not so much as stroking my hair. His normal silence was practically antagonistic towards me. Many hours before bedtime I was sentenced to my cage, only this time with a bucket and a small flashlight so I could find the bucket when I needed it. This was a side of my Master I did not want to see again. Over the next few days and weeks my Master and I settled into a wonderful routine. Master gave me a cookbook of basic recipes and I followed it scrupulously. My cooking did not become perfect overnight but I showed gradual, and then rapid improvement, and that was enough to please my Master. When my Master was pleased, he treated me very well indeed. He seemed to know my body better than I knew it myself. The ways he got orgasms out of me quite frankly boggled my mind. We worked out in his home gym mostly on a daily basis. Master also explained why he was always home. His freshman year of college his wealthy parents had been killed in a plane crash while sightseeing in South America. It took weeks to find what was left of the bodies. My Master, however, inherited a fortune. Instead of frittering it away, he furthered his education, not resting until he had a doctorate in economics. Master had actually increased his parents wealth and ran several foundations and charities to dispense money in ways that he thought would please his parents. It was also around the time of his parent's death that my Master had discovered the world of BDSM. Apparently he had also been one of the royal readers of my articles in Participant Magazine. Make of that what you will. When I had my period my Master only required of me my mouth and my asshole. He was very gentle to me in so many ways. During my monthly he was especially solicitous, pampering me with baths, massages and soothing words when he wasn't making use of me. Three weeks after I had come to live with my Master he had some friends over. There were three other Masters with collared slaves in tow. One of the Masters was tall and had a very tall Amazonian, raven haired slave at the end of his leash. The second master was of average height and held the leash of a petite, lithe, and compact blonde. The third master was a very handsome African-American man with a slightly chunky but very attractive dirty blonde. All of the women were about my age. I guessed that two of the men were about my Master's age. The man of average height had to be pushing fifty I felt inadequate next to the women, especially the brunette who looked just like Wonder Woman. I and the other women kissed every man present and each other. I'm not into girls but kissing them can be fun. The Master's introduced themselves and their slaves. Lastly my Master introduced me. He made no mention of my work for Participant Magazine or my ongoing journalism project, silently I thanked him for that. We sat down to dinner. My culinary skills were nowhere near up to the task yet so Master had a catered dinner delivered. I was responsible for setting the table, keeping the wine glasses full, and seeing to the needs of our guests. For the first time since I had come to live with him Master allowed me to feed myself. The men spoke of a variety of topics, some of it philosophical. It made very interesting listening as we women ate in silence. I realized that these men were as smart as they were handsome. After dinner we played a risque board game as a way of getting to know each other better. By the time the game was over I had performed fellatio on each man several times. Even though it was not my thing I also had nibbled every breast and licked each pussy. The women and men had also nibbled my breasts and eaten me out. I felt inferior as I thought their skills so much more advanced than my meager abilities. I had though myself pretty good in the carnal arts until witnessing the others. Determined by cutting a deck of cards I first ended up with the very handsome black man, Darius as my first partner. I was pleased with that turn of events but I was filled with jealousy when I saw that my Master ended up with Wonder Woman. I knew I would fail every comparison with her, especially in the bedroom. I tried to put that out of my mind as Darius let me to one of Master Paul's guest rooms. Master Darius was every bit as gifted sexually as my own master. His cock was larger and thicker which made a wonderful variation. I rarely felt better than I had once Darius was finished ministering to me. By the time morning came I had slept with each man in turn ending up back with my master. I was so full of cum that I was constantly leaking. I had never ingested so much semen in one go either. I was thoroughly content as I kissed each man and woman goodbye late in the day after we had all slept in and had a late brunch. After a little more rest, Master Paul set me to work cleaning up. Many hours later the dishes were back in place, the beds had clean sheets and every inch of the rugs had been vacuumed. When I was finished Master Paul showered with me, washing me tenderly and lovingly. After drying me and doing my hair he took me aside. "Slave, you have done well. You were very obedient and giving with your body. The reports I received from the other masters and slaves about you were all very complimentary. Because of your good behavior and ability to learn. I will be giving you tomorrow off and I will pamper you to extremes. There is much you still must learn such as how to entertain two or more men at one time and how to properly eat pussy but I am very proud of you and your progress." I thrilled to my Master's praise. I recounted all of the recent events in the diary I kept in my i Pad which Master Paul had provided for me as an aid to composing my story. I looked forward to learning the new skills that Master Paul told me I needed. To my surprise nothing about that prospect frightened me. Even the prospect of learning to eat pussy was not the least daunting. The next month I was trained in those skills by Master Paul and other Masters. At first I had a hard time working on two cocks at one. But Master Darius and my own Master Paul spent several very intense days with me. I had never done more than one man before in my entire life save for once jerking off two fraternity guys in college at the same time after I had lost a bet. There is nothing like getting railed by two cocks at the same time. It is not easy for every woman to learn, so I was proud that I acquired the skill so quickly. Master Paul preferred keeping me for himself, but multiple training was required of female slaves and I was supposed to learn every part of the submissive experience. Learning the arts of lesbianism did not come as easily but I gained a certain competence in it. The slave I had affectionately dubbed Wonder Woman taught me how to properly eat pussy. I really came to enjoy her touch. She was such a fine specimen. To my utter shock and surprise, at one point she confided in me that she found ME more ravishing than herself! It was a revelation that changed my perspective completely. My two months neared their end and I realized that I had a momentous decision to make. Master Paul had taken me aside, his words utterly changed my world. "Slave, your two months are nearly at an end. I believe that you have enough material and experience to write a first class article. HOWEVER I believe that you have so much more potential as a slave, I think it is your true calling. I want you to consider long and hard the idea of extending your service to an entire year. I would be very happy to continue ownership of you. There is much that we can learn and discover together. Think of the article you could write after a year of service and experience. In the meantime you could edit our BDSM blog and be paid for a regular column." "I know that you have a husband and a vanilla life to go back to but I can offer you so much more. I can continue to provide for you and nurture you in the ways you have come to adore over the last two months. James is not going anywhere and perhaps he wants to extend his enslavement as well. After a year with me you COULD opt to make my ownership of you permanent." Master Paul and I then had a very long and heartfelt conversation. It ended with me in tears. I was not crying out of fear or confusion but sadness about Jim. I realized that more than anything I WANTED Master Paul to own me. I WANTED the full year and so many more. I cried because of the betrayal of my husband and he fickleness of my own heart For a long time I cried into my Master's warm broad shoulder. Once the tears were gone I talked to Master Paul about contacting Goddess Erica so that we could meet and talk over the situation. He readily agreed so a few day later we were in the office of a noted BDSM lawyer. Master Paul had clad me in an expensive and sexy as hell blue dress with great shoes and stockings. I was permitted a bra but no panties. After a stop at the hairdressers we headed to the office. Since I was still a slave, Master Paul led me on a leash into the office. A short time later my husband and his Goddess Erica arrived. She was wearing a form fitting red dress that emphasized her fine physique. I realized in a way that I had not before that her beauty matched my own but that she possessed a undeniable air of authority and power that I lacked and could never hope to gain. At the end of her leash was Jim. I scarcely recognized him. Oh his appearance had not changed radically but his countenance wore a blissful look I had never seen before. As near as I could describe it he looked like a huge contented pussy cat. He was wearing a suit but I could still tell that Goddess Erica had been working him out extensively. He seemed far more muscled and bulky than he had been just two months earlier. Neither of us was permitted a show of emotion in the others presence. The lawyer was an attractive middle aged woman who was adept at all the legal issues that BDSM practitioners might encounter. I discovered in retrospect that she had drawn up the initial contracts Jim and I had signed. She was the first to speak. "Well we have a most unusual situation here. I have been contacted by the Goddess and Master present on behalf of their slaves. The slaves wish to extend their contracts and both owners are amenable to that prospect. I am here to ascertain that both slaves are acting on their own volition and to clear away the legal hurdles necessary to achieve the desired ends." The attorney asked Jim and myself to speak in turn. We were both choked with emotion as we said our piece. I was staggered by how much in love Jim obviously was with his Goddess he worshiped and adored her in a way he never had me. But then I realized that I felt the same way about Master Paul. I positively adored the man. In the end both of us chose to dispense with a mere yearlong extension of the contract, opting to make it permanent. Many hours later Jim and I had signed away our power of attorney to our owners and plans were formalized to dispense with the possessions and property of our former lives. There were a few sentimental items we would be permitted to keep but in essence we now owned nothing, not even ourselves. Every legal and personal decision about our lives would now be determined by our owners. There was some sadness as I mourned the future that Jim and i would never have, but I brightened at the prospect of my new future with Master Paul. The money our articles would earn was assigned to various charities supported by the BDSM community such as care for elderly slaves or owners and aid to either a slave or owner who had lost their opposite due to illness or tragedy. At the end of a very long day, Goddess Eric and Master Paul allowed us a few minuets to say goodbye to each other. "You look well, Jim. Your Goddess Is treating you well." "Likewise." He replied "There is no easy way to say this. Thank you for all the wonderful memories. You were an excellent husband and generous lover. Part of me will always miss you." Jim gazed intently at me, his tan skin complimenting nicely his collar. He was deep in thought. "Ruthie," he began, "You were an excellent wife and a great sport about everything. You were fantastic in the sack as well. I wish you well in your new life. Your Master is a VERY lucky man.' We everything said. We exchanged a short but passionate kiss just as our owners reentered the room. With a wave as he departed I watched Goddess Erica lead away the man who was once my husband. The actual divorce was a formality that the attorney would start through the justice system when the new day dawned. Technically we would still be married for six more months. As he disappeared from view Master Paul asked. "A penny for your thoughts?" I took a long loving look at my huge handsome owner and said, "Only this Master, that I am more than ready for my new life." His kiss in response was the sweetest and tastiest I have ever experienced. Ruthie's Story Ch. 02 As the elevator door closed on them on their way to the car, Ruthie asked, "So, where the hell did you ever find that big a fucking dildo?"