0 comments/ 93307 views/ 1 favorites Total Submission By: Aman22 Local tennis championship was about to conclude. Match referee called," Advantage Mr. John" Stadium went silent. Monica's heart leapt like a frog. She could not resist and yelled ," Common John." All eyes including John's turned to her, and she blushed. Her husband Adam was surprised too. John managed a smile and readied himself to serve. He served an ace and the referee concluded the match, " Game, set ,and match Mr. John." Stadium Roared with applaud. But John's eyes were focused on the blond girl who was sitting in the fourth row. He removed his sweat soaked T-shirt and tossed it towards Monica. Monica stood up to catch it. She could immediately smell the male scent she wanted to for so long. Monica was 22 years old. At 5-8, she had a dream figure and looked extremely attractive and sexy with flowing blond hair. She had a brief courtship with Adam, and both married a year ago. Adam was 6 feet tall, athletic young man of 24 and worked as an assistant in the Local tennis club, where local championships were being held. Adam knew John for last couple of years, though there was no formal relationship between them. Unknown to Monica, Adam himself was an admirer of John and used to peep on him in showers. He introduced Monica to the club and to tennis with the intention of spending more hours watching the players, which was his passion. John was fast emerging as atop local player. He was young, only 21, but very talented. At 6-3, with a perfect players physique, muscular body and black hair, he had h huge fan following, mostly of girls, but he often kept to himself. Adam changed his T-shirt and went into locker room for showers. Adam left Monica in stands and went behind John. He was determined for a closer encounter with John today. As he approached the lockers, he could literally smell John. Though Adam was deeply in love with Monica and both enjoyed a perfect sex life, but Adam liked variations, and Monica, luckily was not averse to it either. Adam silently entered the showers and started changing the towels. He scanned the showers for John, and found one door half closed. As he tried to peep in, the door fell open and inside was John taking shower with his back to Adams. Adam was taken aback. He knew John was very handsome, but he could hardly believe he was so sexy even from behind. Adam's cock leapt forward and his throat went dry. Ho could only utter "Sorry." And as John turned, Adam almost fainted in disbelief. Hanging between the champion's legs was a limp piece of meat, almost 8 inches long and thick as his wrists. Adam had seen big cocks, but this was huge. And the rippling muscles added to the beauty of his pecker. Adam could hardly move his eyes and kept staring at John's. "My cock will look as a toy as compared to his," he thought, though he too was a decent 6" or so. By now, John had moved out of showers and was wiping his body with a towel, and had made no effort to conceal anything. Adam regained his composure and said, "Congratulations, you were great." "Thanks," John replied. "You have a great body, John," Adam tried to strike a conversation. John moved closer to Adam. His deep eyes were penetrating Adam. He said in a stern voice "And why were you spying on me? I will have to report you" "Sorry, I was just..." "Shut up!" John shouted, "And who was the blond besides you in the stands" He had noticed! "She's my wife, sir ," Adam said, "And she's your great fan" "I want to meet her," John said in a commanding tone. "But..." "I want to meet her," John repeated. "OK, Gladly," Adam had to agree. In the evening, Adam and Monica arrived at John's Apartment. Both were a bit nervous but looked forward to the meeting. None of them had spoken to each other for a while. Their silence was as though approving of each other. Adam rang the doorbell. After a brief pause, the door opened and John welcomed them. He was wearing only boxers and looked very attractive to the guests. He had apparently worked out and sweat glistered all over him, making his muscles shine with slightest moments. "Make yourself comfortable," he said slowly soaking the sweat with his towel. Monica wanted to help him, but could not gather the courage to do so. But Adam quickly got up and said "may I?," and before getting the nod from John, proceeded to wipe him dry. John was staring at Monica. He knew she would gladly oblige him. Without uttering a word, hr threw another towel towards her. She instantly got up and started drying his sweat soaked legs. As she proceeded upwards, she could clearly notice the bulge in John's boxers. She could not resist flicking her fingers over it, and John sighed. Meanwhile Adam was giving a soothing massage to John's back and the feel of his fabulous muscles was making him horny as hell. Suddenly, John got up and kissed Monica full on her lips. He entered her mouth with his tongue and continued tasting her wet orifice. Her struggle was dying down as she too started melting. Adam watched, as he saw another man kissing his wife, and his cock jumped further forward. Breaking the kiss, John now said in a cool voice, "I like to be the boss all the time and like others to obey me, no questions asked. If you two agree, you may stay, or else fuck off right now." Both Adam and Monica stood silently, looking at each other. Monica's eyes glittered at the prospects of what may come their way if they accepted the 'offer'. Finally she spoke, "we agree Sir. Your wish will be our command, Sir." "Is it so?" John asked "Yes Sir," Adam now was almost anticipating something special. "Monica, Strip for me," John said, settling on his couch. Without any delay, Monica started removing her top. As it went over and off her head, John signaled Adam to come closer. "Lick me up a bit, I am feeling sweaty and humid," he commanded. Adam quickly started licking the hairy chest he so longed for. Meanwhile Monica continued the striptease and now stood only in a black-laced bra and panty. John casually lifted his arms and placed them behind his head. Adam took the clue and started licking the deep hairy, very sweaty pits. The male pungent ness of John drove Adam wild. He removed his shirt and jeans and was now in his boxers. Serving john was driving him crazy. John signaled Monica close and slapped her bottoms several times, and said,' I told you to strip!" Monica quickly removed the remaining clothes and now stood completely naked in front of a man she knew only remotely. She greedily looked at John's growing bulge. Meanwhile Adam continued tongue-bathing John. He licked every nook and corner of John's muscular body cleverly avoiding his excitement zones. "Kneel," John frowned Monica complied, kneeling in front of John. John took her erect nipples in his hand and squeezed then hard between his fingers. Monica whimpered as her flesh in John's hands burned and ached. John smiled. He looked at Adam who was still licking him, and ordered, "Strip." Adam removed the last remnants of his cloths and stood naked. John opened a drawer, took out a large butt plug, and smiled at Adam. "Bend over," he ordered. Adam quickly bend waist down. He anticipated what was about to come his way. A sharp pain and the butt plug was in its place. "Monica needs her ass cleaned, Adam," John told him, pushing the plug deeper. Adam quickly knelt behind his nude wife and started licking the hole he so often had licked before. John just watched. After several minutes, he leaned forward, grabbed Monica's hair and pushed her head towards his bulge. Monica knew. "Lick it bitch" John said. Monica started licking and feeling the hard on from above the wet boxers. Adam's tonguing her ass was driving her crazy. She was getting very hot indeed. She slipped one hand inside John's boxers and started feeling him. WHACK... John's hand came down on her pretty face sharply. "Have I told you to touch me bitch?" he growled. "Sorry," said Monica and continued to lick and kiss the cock she so desperately wanted only from above the fabric. John was growing fast. He was enjoying the play he was directing. After a while, he got hold of Monica's hair and pushed her away. He then removed his boxers to give both Adam and Monica a glimpse of his beautiful cock. He then lay on the couch on his stomach and signaled Monica towards his ass. Monica quickly got in between his legs and started licking the sweat from his crack. John instructed Adam to massage his body. Monica was working deeper and deeper with her tongue. The male aroma and the muscularity of John's cock drove her crazy. She went still deeper. She could taste the puckered hole now, and John's shit. However, she did not care. She tried to get her tongue inside the puckered rear and got a nasty surprise. John held her head tight deep inside her crack by folding his legs above it and passed a gush of wind straight into her mouth. As Monica struggled, John giggled. Finally, he let her go and stood in front of her. He said to her in a commanding tone " I want a first class blow job. If I am not satisfied at any point of time, Adam gets punished. Ok? " As Monica started licking the huge cock, John got Adam on all fours and sat down on a chair next to his. Whenever Monica's rhythm broke or she took even a second's rest, John would spank Adam hard on the butt plug, making her moan. John was mercilessly fucking Monica's mouth and was not letting her rest or slow down. His 9-inch long pole was sinking almost into her throat. He held her hair and ears alternately to make her try hard. He occasionally slapped Adam's ass. As he neared his climax, he stood up and ordered Adam to lick his ass and balls. The couple dutifully started doing their jobs. Suddenly John tensed. He held Monika's head tightly near his crotch and emptied his balls into her mouth. Monica was surprised by shear force and quantity of John's ejeucalation. She however managed to swallow almost all of it without gagging. Adam quickly licked the few escaping drops. "Good work," John finally said, patting both on their butts. "But this is just the beginning" Total Submission The bell had just rang and the children had been dismissed from their classroom. She sat down at her desk, tired, the week had just ended, She felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket. "Hello," she answered. The mans voice at the other end was soft and raspy. "Come to me now." were the only words he spoke. The connection was broken. She gasped. It was going to happen. She had dreamed of being the submissive. She had written her fantasies and sent them to him. She had thought that it was just a game to him. She knew he masturbated when he read her stories and he told her how much she excited him with her words. They had talked of a meeting place several days ago, but neither had mentioned it again and she really thought that it would never come to pass. She called her husband and said she was going out with some of the other teachers to celebrate the end of the week and wouldn't be home until late. She dearly loved her husband but they hadn't made love in months and when they did she seldom reached orgasm. She faked it well enough for him though, and he really didn't seem to care one way or the other if she was satisfied. She got into her car and drove to the prearranged place. She was surprised to find it seemed to be an old warehouse, or something of the sort. There were no other people around and she worried a bit as she got out of the car. She pushed the door to the warehouse open and entered. There was no furnishing at all save a mat with a silk sheet strewn across it and two tables. The larger table had several pillows in all shapes and sizes on it. The smaller one held soft cotton cording, and a cloth that covered several other items that she could only see the outline of. "Do not touch anything, my slave" she heard him say,"These are all instruments for your pleasure, and I will use them as such as long as you do what I tell you." "You will not speak unless I tell you that you may, you are mine now. You no longer have a will of your own. You will address me as Master". He stepped from the shadows and for the first time she could see the person who had been addressing her. She breathed a slight sigh of relief as she recognized him. Thoughts had raced through her mind that she was alone with a total stranger. Then she gasped in reality , in many ways, that was the truth. He laid a pair of lace top stocking on the table and a short black lace gown. It was cut low at the bodice and would reveal more than it concealed. "Disrobe slave, and put on the clothing I have provided for you." She was a bit surprised that everything fit. She was not a small lady and had lumps and rolls that she wished was smooth skin. She could tell by looking down at herself the gown flattered her. It showed off her fair freckled skin, her hard muscled legs, silky shoulders and neck and covered the belly that she loathed. She smoothed the stockings on her legs, feeling his eyes on her as she put them on. "Nice, very nice, slave, come to me and kneel" he whispered. She kneeled at his feet, placing her head inches from his toes. He began to unclothe himself. His cock standing tall showing his arousal. She knew that this was a new experience for him as well and he had studied his role well. "Rise, slave" he said to her. "Tell me, do you like what you see?" He stood naked before her, cock throbbing, as he held it in his hands for her inspection. The head was engorged with blood and the shaft rock hard. "Oh yes, Master, you are beautiful" she answered. "Very good answer slave" he intoned as he fastened a black velvet collar around her neck. He used a small velvet leash to lead her to the large table. He tied the leash to a knob at the top of the table tilting her head to the side. He arranged the pillows so that she rested comfortably on her stomach, but was bending over the table opening her ass and pussy for his easy viewing and access. Using the cotton cording he tied her hands and feet to the legs of the table. "Are you comfortable dear slave?" he questioned. "Yes Master", she replied blushing as she thought about how she looked, nearly naked and stead out before him. He moved the small table so it was within her view, uncovering the items on it. There was a bottle of honey, several large ripe strawberries, a variety of vibrators, lotions and a bottle of wine setting in ice. He leaned over her, gently kissing her neck for the first time. "Your safe word is Guardian. Any time you wish to stop all you have to do is say that word I promise to do nothing to hurt you, this night is for our pleasure, do you want to continue or stop now" he asked. "Please Master," she breathed, I wish to continue" "Very good," he answered. "To whom do you belong slave?" he queried. " To you Master", she replied. "And what is your heart's desire?" "Only to please my Master." He picked up the bottle of honey and poured it over his cock, "Lick me clean" he commanded, as he stationed his cock close to her mouth. She was able to lift her head enough to take him in her mouth, she sucked and licked at his cock and felt it grow even thicker and harder in her mouth. She licked the underside of the head of his cock and he moaned his delight. Her tongue made little circles under his balls and she in turn took each one into her mouth to gently suck and tongue it. His body stiffened and jerked, exploding his hot cum into her mouth. "Drink it all down, my slave, yes, that's the way, good slave" He knew that he needed to release himself first quickly, so that he could bring her the most pleasure. "You have pleased me slave", he told her gently, "it is time for your reward. but dearest slave, you may not cum until I tell you to, if you do you will be punished, let me show you just a little of what could happen to you." He stood behind her and suddenly she felt the stinging of the palm of his hand as he spanked her bare bottom. The blows were not hard and would not leave marks, but the embarrassment of having her ass exposed and spanked left a stinging on her ego. He raised his hand to smack her ass again when she felt an odd sense of excitement beginning to build inside of her. Her pussy began to get wet, the lips opening to reveal her swollen clit, moisture was starting to drip down her legs as she grew hotter and wetter. The spanking stopped and she felt a cooling lotion being applied to her ass. His hands were all over her backside, smoothing the lotion onto her hips. His fingers dipped into her tight asshole, the lotion acting as a lubricant. He began to finger-fuck her ass, moving slowly in and out of her. Low moans came from her throat as she raised her hips to meet his fingers. He began to move his fingers in and out of her tight asshole faster and faster, when he knew she was about to explode he stopped, not letting her complete her orgasm but leaving her moaning and wanting. His hands slipped beneath her and cupped her breasts. He lay on top of her and she could feel the hardness of his cock against her backside. He began to kiss her neck and shoulders as he pinched and rolled her nipples in his hands. Her body completely relaxed beneath his as she gave herself over to him completely. "That's it my slave, let your Master take care of all your needs." He said as he continued to stroke her body. He returned to the small table removing a small piece of ice and a ripe strawberry. Her body shuddered as she came to know what he was about to do. She felt his hands on her again. This time stroking her pussy lips and dipping inside of her to rub his thumb in circles on her clit. He continued his petting until he could feel her hot wetness on his fingertips. the next sensation she felt was the piece of ice being pushed up inside her pussy. The shock was unbelievable, but she couldn't help herself from pushing against him, moaning her pleasure as the ice melted inside of her. "Mmmmm, such a good slave, my slave" he moaned as he stoked his cock with his hand watching the ice melt inside of her. He knew he had never been harder than he was right now, though the role of Master was new to him, he could tell it would bring him great enjoyment. The ice melted and he looked at her swollen pink pussy. and continued to handle himself. He watched as her pussy lips opened and spread themselves open inviting him to taste her inner sweetness. He stopped stoking himself and picked up the strawberry He began to finger her pussy making sure she was wet inside. He shoved the strawberry up inside her pussy, as he kneeled in back of her. "Do you taste as sweet as you sound, slave?" He said as he dipped his tongue inside of her. Her moan filled the air as his tongue brushed her clit. Then he stopped. "Tell me what you want." he spoke. "Suck me, Master, and then put your cock inside of me and fuck me. Oh please Master let me cum" she begged. His tongue went back into her pussy, slowly moving in and out drawing the strawberry close to her pussy lips. With one final flick of his tongue he pulled it out of her. Her hips rose wanting more but again he had stopped . He walked around to the front of the table and held the strawberry to her lips, she took a bite of it. Tasting herself on the fruit. He watched as she chewed and swallowed, and then popped the rest of the strawberry into his mouth. For the first time he leaned down to kiss her. He tasted a mixture of his own cum, strawberry and her own sweet juices. After a long kiss he walked behind he again. He put his hands on her hips and spread her ass wide. Her pink asshole was just to tempting and he had to fuck her in the ass for just a while. The tip of his cock pushed against her asshole. Wetness from her sodden pussy had helped to moisten her and with one stroke he was inside her. Her ass wrapped around him tightly. It would take all of his self control not to cum in her ass. He stood completely still for a minute until he was able to grasp onto some sort of control, before he began to move his cock slowly in and out, feeling the muscles in her ass stroke his cock, squeezing it, like she was milking him. She bucked beneath him, a guttural sound coming from her throat. He could tell she was almost to the point of no return. "Tell me again, sweet slave, What do you want?" "Oh Master, fuck me hard, please let me cum" she once again begged. He pushed himself into her pussy, his cock throbbing and jumping. He rammed her hard and she moved with him. His cock felt like it was in a stealth of satin as he pumped into her again and again. "Now" was all he said as he released himself into her. His cum shooting in spurts, filling her pussy and dripping outside of her running between her legs. He didn't think that he would ever stop cumming as wave after wave of intense orgasm took them both. He could feel her cumming on his cock and the sensation continued his pleasure. When they had caught their breath, he untied her and took her to the mat. Letting her lay in his arms as they rested. It had been everything they had hoped for and more. Total Submission Master, Oh, I definitely think about you when I masturbate. I have lain on my back, brought my legs over my head and shot my load right into my own mouth ... wishing, imagining it were your perfect cum. I have blown my load onto a vibrator and then licked it off pretending it were yours. Our correspondence has made me very horny. Later today, I'll send some pictures. You have asked me to imagine our perfect meeting: I am wearing sky-high heels with a strap that has a lock on it. Sheer thigh high stockings come right up to the top of my leg. Skimpy, silky panties barely cover my cock. Because I am nervous, my pathetic cock is soft but happy in my panties. A black bustier comes down with garters attaching to my stockings. My slutty clothing makes me feels weak and humiliated. I have arrived at our planned meeting spot in Nickerson State Park and laid out a blanket in a wooded, secluded area. On your instructions, I have put on a blindfold. I am amazed how much control I lose without my vision. Next, fumbling without my vision, I fasten my ankles together with leather cuffs. I can't believe my excitement. With each level of control I lose, I become ever more aroused. I have worn a bondage collar that runs a strap down my back to a pair of leather handcuffs where my hands are firmly fastened. I can't believe this is happening. I am totally helpless. I kneel and wait. I am terrified someone other than you will find me. I tremble as I hear your footsteps, praying it is you. I hear a zipper. I am slapped first (as if I need any reminder of who is in charge). I am struck in the face back and forth by a semi-erect cock. The cock is rubbed around my face. I am completely humiliated and completely turned on. To amuse yourself, you rub my cock through my panties. I wish I had a nice little shaved cunt, glistening with juices for you to fuck. I am "stuck" having a cock, though, but I am determined to do whatever I can do to please you, my master. You call me a nasty, pathetic slut and order my mouth open. You grab the back of my head and start pumping your beautiful prick into my mouth. I feel it grow. It gets harder and harder. You hold my head against your belly and grind into me over and over and over shoving your prick into my hole. I hear the sounds of someone else walking, the sounds of feet marching throught the leaves being unmistakable. and I try to pull away in a panic. You tell me to keep sucking and slap my face. I try to pull away again and you just bury you cock to the hilt. The someone who was walking has apparently stopped and is obviously watching. Are they turned on? Or disgusted? All I know is that my face is being fucked mercilessly as I kneel helplessly and someone is watching. Amazingly, my cock stiffens in my panties. In my "real life", I am a highly educated professional. I am married. I am an upstanding citizen, so to speak. Now, here I am, a helplessly bound cocksucker on his knees wearing slut clothes wishing I could please you, the Master that I had met on-line. This is crazy. I can hardly believe I am so slutty and weak. But, I want your cum, desperately. Who knows why, but I have to have your cum in my mouth in order to be happy. My cock is encased in silk and deliriously happy because for the moment I am a girl. I want to be a girl, at least. I am a whore for sure. If I can't be a girl for you, I will be a complete slut for you and hope that you are satisfied. Your cock is deep in my throat. I couldn't stop you from cumming if I wanted. You fuck and fuck and fuck my face. I am breathless when you finally condescend to blow your beautiful load into my greedy mouth and I suck and suck until I think there is no more. You withdraw and rub your cock around my face. I feel one more load of cum dump onto my face and I can hardly believe I had left a drop inside of you. You linger, rubbing your cock and balls all over my face and I feel deliciously humiliated. You ask the onlooker if he "wants some of this slut". A shiver goes down my spine. Just when I thought I couldn't sink any lower, you have knocked me for a loop. You are willing to give me away to other men and I am immensely turned on by the prospect. He declines and I hear the onlooker walk away. On your prompting, I call after him to return promising to be a good little girl. I am sad to hear the footsteps recede. I hear your zipper go up and I am likewise sad because I want my pussy fucked, too. I am on fire, delirious in my humiliation. But, you say you have to go soon and I have to be patient for the reward of your cock in my pussy. I am ordered to be in the same place, the same helpless way, next week. You say you will have a surprise for me. I say, "yes, Master". You walk away. There I am, a used slut with cum in my mouth and on my face, kneeling and bound in the woods. My only disappointment is that I wasn't abused even worse. What a total whore I am. I hope that I have pleased you. I do nothing for a while, savoring the moment. Eventually, I wiggle out of my self-bondage. A cruel twist. You have stolen my male clothing. I have to drive home in my slut clothing and hope no one sees me as I drive. Several cars pass me but I do not look at them. My heart pounds as I try to get into my home, running from the curb to the front door in my heels and stockings and panties and bustier. The humiliation is intense but I manage to make it, undiscovered (I think). At home, I masturbate like a fiend, swallowing my own cum and then fall asleep, still dressed in my sexy gear. What delicious depravity awaits me next week, I can only wonder. Total Submission Angie's mind has really been spinning since that night at Scott's. She has foggy memories about that leg spreader and getting her ass set on fire. He had spanked her pretty good and then wore her ass out until she passed out. She was so turned on by the very presence of this man she barely knows. She can't get her mind off him and how he made her feel. Now she is craving that again. He made her like it and now she needs it. He woke up the animal in her that has been hiding for quiet awhile and somehow he sensed that. She decides to go back to the club and see if she can find him. She craves him. Angie showers and as she is drying off she notices that her legs are still sore from the leg spreader. Oh but she so enjoyed that. The fact that she couldn't close her legs made her horny as hell remembering the way Scott touched every part of her body and left it burning from his touch. She picks out a cute yellow dress that is barely there as usual. After she is finished she heads out the door and off to the club. Angie walks in and sees Bill. He smiles and waves her over. She has no idea he knows all about her night with Scott. She sits down and they chat a bit .She has a drink or two while they are chatting. She asked Bill about Scott. He doesn't tell her much except that they have been friends for a long time. He tells her that Scott is there already. Angie looks around but doesn't see him. She has no idea that he is watching her from Bill's office on the camera. He is fascinated by her and enjoys watching her. He knows she is there for him and he is toying with her. He likes the fact that she came back looking for him. She is such a sex kitten. He has so many more plans for her. She was like putty in his hands. He continues watching her for awhile. Those sexy ass legs are his main focus. He likes them. He can also see her hard nipples showing through that cute thin yellow dress she is wearing. Scott finally walks out of the office and heads over to the table. Bill sees him coming and nods at him. Angie turns and sees him coming across the floor. Her heartbeat gets faster. She starts getting wet instantly. He is just as handsome as she remembered. Her body just automatically starts aching for him to touch every part again. Its hard to control that animal instinct coming out in her. He senses it and just gives her a smile and bends down and gives her a sweet kiss that makes her pussy get so wet that she feels it flowing through her. They sit and talk a few minutes and Bill gets up to go but gives Scott a wink and walks away. "So I think Baby Girl enjoyed the other night so much that Daddy wants to take her back to his place and show her how Daddy can fuck her even better than the last time. But Baby Girl is going to have to remember what Daddy said about not talking back unless he asks her something. Daddy sure enjoyed Baby Girl and this time Daddy wants to fuck that ass. Does Baby Girl think she can handle that or will Daddy have to make Baby Girl like it?" "Baby Girl will do anything Daddy wants and will like it. Baby Girl hasn't been ass fucked in awhile so Daddy will have to make her take it." Angie tells him. She is amazed at the power this man has over her. She likes it though. He could probably make her do anything. They get ready to leave and walk over to say good bye to Bill and let him know that they are leaving Angie's car there again. As they drive up she sees the lighthouse in the distance again. She knows they are there and she gets more excited as they exit the car and head inside. As soon as they walk through the door Scott grabs her arm and pulls her to him. "You are going to be my little slut tonight and I am going to do so many things to you that you will beg for more. Daddy has been thinking about you and what he wants to do to you. I want that whole body and it's mine now." Scott leads her to the room they were in the time before. As she walks through the door she turns to say something and Scott puts his finger up to hush her. "Remember what Daddy just told you about opening that mouth. Get your ass over here now. I honestly thought you understood me but its apparent that you didn't listen very well. I think you know exactly what that means. I love spanking that little ass of yours but this time it's going to be a bit different. I was too soft with you that first time but not this time." He grabs her arm and jerks her over to him. He turns her around and unzips her dress. First he runs his hand up her thigh and makes sure she is not wearing any panties. He had told her not to ever wear panties around him because he didn't like them. He also likes the fact that she wears thigh high fish net stockings for him. He loves them. He slides her dress down and she picks her feet up so that he can remove it all the way. He then starts pulling the stockings down. His fingertips slightly rubbing against her soft skin as he rolls the stockings down. He tells her to sit on the floor and hand him her foot. She does and he removes the stockings and runs his soft hands up her thighs and stops just as he reaches her wet pussy. She was wanting him to touch her to finger her anything but just touch her. He knew that's what she wanted and that's why he stopped. " Oh does Daddy's Baby Girl want Daddy to touch her, to put his finger in her wet pussy? Is that what she wants? Oh no Daddy is not going to do that just yet, he wants Baby Girl to beg and she better beg good or he won't touch that hot little pussy until she does. You know that Daddy likes you to beg. Now get your ass over here I want you to suck my hard cock and swallow all my cum. If you waste one drop I will spank that ass really good. Now get over here now." Angie scoots across the floor and gets on her knees and slowly unzips Scotts pants. She can already feel his hard cock and is so eager to taste him again. She loves pleasing him and making him feel good. She takes his cock out and slowly puts her lips around the head and starts sucking softly. She sucks on it so tenderly. She opens her throat up and slides his whole cock down her tongue and into her throat. She gags a bit but doesn't care. Scott takes his hand and puts it on her head and guides her head down and up faster and faster. She loves this. She can feel his cock getting ready to shoot that wonderful cum out and she is so ready for it. Scott suddenly pulls his cock out of her mouth and she just looks at him. "Daddy has better things in mind for you now. I am going to fuck that ass for you. I have been wanting to get in that little ass for awhile now and Daddy is going to get it. Now get over here." Angie goes over to him and he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. "Daddy is going to use these because I know that you are going to be trying to move and I am going to control you. You will take it one way or the other. Daddy's cock is aching for that hot little ass. He takes her and bends her over a footstool in the floor and takes her hands and cuffs them behind her back. Then he pulls her up and takes her over to a table in the middle of the floor and it's just the right height that when she bends over her ass is right there even with his cock. He then takes a strap and pulls it over her back and around to the other side and buckles it to the table. She can't move. He spreads her legs and takes each one and puts a strap around her ankle and buckles it to the table. She is helpless now. Now she is nervous but excited at the same time. Scott takes out a bottle of lubricant and puts it all over her ass, Making sure to get plenty on her asshole. He then rubs it all over his throbbing cock. Looking at that tight little ass right there in front of him makes it throb even more. He takes the head of his cock and puts it at the entrance to her ass and just barely starts putting the head in and Angie starts resisting. It hurts like hell and she is trying to fight it. "If you don't keep that ass still I will make it still for you. Now stop wiggling. Daddy is going to get that ass." Scott takes his hand and slaps her ass hard and she still won't be still. "Baby Girl stop moving now or I will spank it more for you." With that he slapped it even harder and Angie screams and he slaps it again. Still trying to get the head in and trying to make her be still is starting to piss him off just a bit. "You can scream all you want but you will take it. If you would relax that ass a bit you would enjoy it. Now stop it." Scott suddenly pushes the head inside her ass and just stopped and left it there. "Damn Baby Girl that ass is so tight I may not ever get in there. Just relax and Daddy will make it all better. I promise you will like it. Now just relax for Daddy." Angie is beginning to wonder if she will enjoy this. It hurts like hell right now but she is determined to take it. She wants to please this man and doesn't really know why. After all she just met him but he has some kind of hold on her that she likes a lot. She tries really hard not be a big baby and cry but she can't help it. The more Scott pushes his cock in her ass the more she wiggles. Finally he takes his cock out and pulls her up by her arms. He takes her over to the bed and puts two pillows down and pushes her down on top of them. He takes her ass and pulls it up in the air and pushes the pillows under her stomach to get better access to that sweet little ass. "Now Baby Girl for the last time keep that ass still and I promise you this will be good. Daddy is losing his patience with you but I will not give up." Scott tells her in a husky almost angry voice. By now she is getting really turned on and if she could get loose she would try and dominant him. That is just her animal instinct. Scott takes a bottle of oil and puts it on Angie's ass and rubs it in. He then rubs it on his cock. He takes a finger and slowly rubs her asshole and she begins to get a tingling sensation. She stops resisting and the sensation grows. It does feel so good. He then inserts another finger and starts slowly pushing it in and out. She is actually starting to get aroused by this. "See Daddy told you that he would make it feel good for you. I will make it feel so good you won't want me to stop." Scott tells her. "Daddy is sorry that he sometimes has to get a little rough with his Baby Girl but you know that I always make it feel good." Scott is still fingering her ass and she is moaning in pleasure now. He adds more oil to his cock, which is throbbing now. He takes his fingers out of her ass and puts the head of his cock to her ass and slowly starts to push it in. She is starting to get so aroused now that she has no idea that he is putting his cock in. He gets its about half way in and she starts to resist just a little bit and he reaches around and starts rubbing her clit. The feeling is so intense now as he rubs her clit and pushes his cock in deeper. Oh how she is starting to like this. He makes one final push and his cock is all the way in her ass. She immediately tenses up and Scoot continues to rub her clit and slides his finger in her hot pussy. She starts to loosen up now and he starts to slowly push his cock in and out. Angie can feel her orgasm coming on and the intensity of the pain and pleasure mixed together is just beyond anything she could imagine. "Oh Daddy please fuck me harder and faster. I need to cum. Oh my gosh ,damn its getting close. Please fuck me." Angie is begging him now. "Daddy fuck me hard please ,please, faster." She is almost screaming at him now. " Baby Girl is liking this now. See Daddy told you that it would feel good. Oh fuck Baby Girl, that is one tight little ass and that pussy is dripping. Oh damn Daddy likes this a lot. You are Daddy's little slut and this is my tight ass. Shit Daddy is ready to cum now. Oh Fuck, Baby Girl." Scott says in a whispered voice as he makes one final thrust in her ass and the cum starts shooting out into her ass. Angie feels the warm cum as it flows in her ass. Oh that feels so good. She never dreamed it could feel that good. Her orgasm was so intense that she is still trembling. She just lays there exhausted. Scott releases her and she stands there in front of him. He takes her chin in his hand and tells her, "This is just the beginning of things to come. I have so much to teach you and I think you are doing good, Baby Girl." It may take time but you will be very good for Daddy. You make him very happy." Total Submission At 19, Jessie didn't want to go to college but to live a life outside of school. So to stay close to home and all her friends, she got a job at the coffee house a couple of blocks from the local community college. She had been there a few months when she noticed a group of 5 guys that come in almost every morning before class. She could tell that they were the type that didn't do anything without all the others. She waited on them every morning that they came in so she got a few details about all of them. David, which was the most attractive of them all, stood about 5' 10", tan, dark brown hair with very dark striking green eyes played football for the community college. Joseph, the only black guy in the group also played football.He's about six foot tall and much more muscular than David. He must work out daily. Lance is the stocky one of the bunch. He must be the frat boy type, who just always wanted to party. He is the same height as David, but had the beginnings of a beer belly. He was also the clown of the group, always cracking a joke and making everyone laugh. Stanley is the geek in the middle of them all. She found it very odd that these guys would be friends with the likes of someone like them cause it just didn't fit the standard. Stanley is at least 6'2", dark auburn hair, dark freckles which seemed to be all over him, very slim with long arms and legs, but the one thing about him that was much more noticeable was his very bright blue eyes which seemed to draw you in. He is a member of the chess club and also tutored several subjects. Jessie figured these guys had him around cause of how smart this guy is. Stanley did graduate valedictorian of his high school class just 2 years before. With that being considered, Jessie was confused why Stanley would choose such a small community college to waste his knowledge on. The more time that went by, she figured it out. These guys had been friends since elementary school from a small town that was only an hour from this town. They done everything together; fishing, prom, camping, asking girls out, parties, clubbing, even played golf. The big question that often crossed Jessie mind was, what didn't they do together? Last but not least is Jody. He is the quiet one in this band of guys. He is the shortest one, standing at 5'8" and he wasn't a football player or in any kind of academics. Even-thou he was the quietest one in the group, he seemed to command authority everywhere he went. He obviously was the ring leader of the group but came across very nice and well mannered. Jessie found him the most intriguing of them all. Jessie talked to the guys and liked them all but Jody was the one that got the butterflies in her stomach going the most. There was light flirting with them all and none of them seemed to have girlfriends. She caught herself hoping that one of them would ask her out. Jessie is attractive but dresses as a plain Jane; always a loose polo shirt and slacks that never showed off her figure, an hourglass figure at 34-28-36, with D sized breasts that seemed to catch guys attention from time to time. She kept her long light red hair in a bun, wore no make-up and didn't have striking eyes. Hers are green with a few specks of brown and her freckles were light that spread mostly over her nose and cheeks. Jessie only had one boyfriend in school and even thou he was the only guy that she had sex with since the age of 17, the sex wasn't mind blowing and Joe seemed to be more interested in her mouth than her pussy. Joe didn't have any adventure in him. He would only have missionary sex and it could only have sex in the bed, which Jessie was always bored with and knew there had to be more exciting things to do out there. She found the male body captivating, especially the penis, which is probably why she gave Joe a blow job at every opportunity. She would search online looking at all the dicks that came in different sizes and shapes. Of course, while looking she came across much more than she anticipated. She found that the more taboo the sexual act, the more arousing it was to her. She had no one to talk to about her hidden desires of wanting to do all these naughty things. She was having fantasies of Jody and his gang of boys taking turns on her and she was masturbating to that almost daily. Jessie finally decided that she had to get their attention so it was time to dress like all the other girls. Her girlfriends had been trying for years to get her to wear a dress or hell, even put a little make-up on but she,up to this point, never felt the need for it. She wasn't sure if this idea of hers would work so she figured she would just borrow some clothes from one of her friends along with some make-up. She came into work one morning with her hair down but in low pig-tails which reached her waist, wearing a form fitting low-cut black t-shirt, a bra that pushed her D size tits up and together, and a pair of jeans that she found almost suffocating. She let her friend put on her make-up that morning and when she looked into the mirror, she was shocked at what she saw. She actually saw herself for the first time to be extremely sexy. Obviously everyone else thought the same, because it seemed like everyone was staring at her. Every guy that she waited on that morning either gave her a compliment or was flirting with her pretty heavily. It seemed like a couple women were even flirting with her. As the day wore on, Jessie became more comfortable with this new look. The guys didn't come in that day but that didn't stop her from continuing her efforts to get their attention. About the third day into her complete make over the guys finally came into the coffee shop and it wasn't long before all of them noticed her. They flocked to her like bees to honey. All of them were talking to her almost at the same time, which instantly turned her on. She might've gotten their attention, none of them asked her out. That was soon to change. Jessie got off around 2 pm everyday and Jody knew this. When she walked out of the coffee shop this day, Jody was standing outside the door waiting for her. He was alone which was very unusual. Jessie was very excited to see him and became even more excited when he wanted to walk with her to her house only 3 blocks away. They talked about small things during the walk, like the weather, football and college. Right before they walked up to her door, Jody asked her is she dressed up for him. She wasn't expecting him to question her about that so it embarrassed her but she did confirm that she done it to get his attention. He seemed to be flattered by her actions and asked her if she would go out with him that Saturday. Jessie, of course, said yes. He took her hand and kissed the back of it and told her that he would pick her up at 7 pm Saturday night. She had 3 days to get everything together and it seemed to consume her. What will she wear and what will they do? She grew more nervous and excited with every passing day. The guys continued to come in every morning but Jody was the only one that really talked to her, the others seemed to have backed off, like she already belonged to Jody. She wasn't sure how she felt about that cause she was attracted to all of them. Saturday night, Jessie dressed in a black mini-skirt, white button-up shirt, hose and black strapped high heels. Jody showed up right at 7, with his baby blue polo shirt, khaki pants and black dress shoes. Jessie wasn't sure what they would be doing or where he was taking her but Jody assured her that it would be the most memorable night of her life. They went to a restaurant downtown that is very sophisticated and expensive. They ate dinner with a glass of wine and things were going great. The conversation was effortless with him and he seemed to like her. They were not ready for the night to be over so they sat at the bar to have a few drinks. Jessie had become very comfortable with him and was hoping for the night to go further. They left shortly after she had her second drink and she was starting to feel the effects. Jody said that he needed to stop by his place to grab his jacket and asked Jessie if she wanted to accompany him inside. She was starting to feel very groggy but wasn't gonna pass up a chance to get alone with him. When they drove up to his house, she was feeling very light headed and he had to help her inside. She sat on the couch and immediately noticed that all four of his friends were in the room with her. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or not but it seemed they were waiting for her. Jody invited her to his room and Lance had to help her steady herself so she could make it down the hall. She reached his room but had to sit before she fell so she sat on his bed. Something was wrong because she felt like she was about to pass out. Surely, that's not possible after a glass of wine and two drinks. The room started to spin and the next thing she knew, she was up on the bed with Jody straddling her. She heard voices but she was going in and out of consciousness. Her clothes were being removed by more than one person but she wasn't scared by this. Her thoughts were hard to come together but she knew that all five of them were in the room with her and with her now being naked that this fantasy that she had almost daily is about to come true. But she couldn't really move or talk cause unknown to her, Jody had slipped a roofie into her last drink. She heard laughter and talking but she was trying her best to stay aware of her surroundings. Lance and Joseph were holding her arms down while Stanley entered her. Jessie never said no or even tried to fight any of them off. Stanley didn't last long but the night wasn't near over. David took his turn next and he took his time with her. Jody could tell that she seemed to enjoy it so he told Lance and Joseph to let her go. Jody then put his throbbing hard dick into her mouth and Jessie was trying her best to please him but just couldn't get her body to do what she wanted. He fucked her mouth while David was pounding her pussy. After a few minutes, Jody cummed deep into her throat and David took his dick out shortly after and jacked off onto her chest. She was enjoying herself but was disappointed that she couldn't be more involved. The guys picked her up and laid her on top of Lance, her back to him and she could feel him thrust his dick into her pussy to get wet so that he could enter her ass. It was painful at first but it wasn't long before Jessie was enjoying the feel of his cock into her ass. Joseph mounted her from the front and slowly entered her pussy.The man was hung and in took a little effort to enter her completely. Jessie was still drifting off but could feel the other guys grabbing her breasts, rubbing her clit, and fucking her mouth. Her body was enveloped in their sexual acts. Her pussy was dripping wet from the combination of their cum and her own juices. The sex seemed to go on all night, one after the other taking turns on all her holes. After awhile, she was out and when she woke the next morning in Jody's bed, she was still naked with Jody's naked body laying next to her. It took her a few minutes to put the events of last night into a clear picture. She remembered they all fucked her and her body was still sore from them fucking her for so long. She looked at her body and could see the dried cum on her chest, stomach and her legs. She got extremely turned on by this and found herself reaching for Jody's dick. She wanted to fuck him but wasn't sure if he would without his friends. So, while he was still sleeping, she pulled back the cover and started to suck his cock. It wasn't long before his cock was rock hard and he was fully awake to enjoy her warm skilled mouth and tongue. Jody was shocked by her actions, because the previous girls all wanted nothing to do with them afterwards. Jody knew he found him a genuine freak and wasn't about to let her go. He made her stop sucking his dick, grabbed her, pinned her down while he fucked her hard and fast. He watched her face during all this and could tell she loved every second of it. She cam several times while he had his way with her. After cumming deep inside her, he laid there with her laying on his chest and couldn't believe his luck. He knew she would be his little slut and told her that she now belonged to him. Before she even answered him, she wanted to know if he was gonna share her with his friends. Where the hell did this girl come from? was his first thought. He told her that she was gonna fuck all of them on a daily basis if that's what he wanted her to do. From that day forward, if she wasn't working, Jessie was fucking all of them. Sometimes, Jody would sit back and watch while 2 or more of the other guys did whatever they wanted to her. She always savored these groups sessions, they made her cum over and over. Covered in his friend's cum, Jody would take Jessie to his room to make love to her. Jessie never felt anything like this, this feeling of being completely free and loved. This man, Jody, loved her and she loved him. They are completely compatible in every way. She loved belonging to him and being shared. Anything that Jody wanted, he got. It wasn't long before he also required her to please women too. It turned into an orgy almost daily. It became normal to see naked bodies and sex everywhere in their house. Jessie was not allowed to play with anyone unless Jody was there to tell her who to fuck or it would be set up by him for her to take care of later. Jessie knew that she would never be the same and did not want to go back to being a plain Jane, nobody. Her fondness of being a submissive slut would never fade. She couldn't wait to see what Jody would show her next. Total Submission She stands there completely nude, holding the wide black leather collar between her breasts. The buckle is a heavy gauge steel as is the large cold ring affixed to its front which dangles down toward her smooth shaved groin. Her eyes are closed and she can smell the leather mixed with her own scent from the last time she wore this collar several days earlier. This collar isn't dainty like the braided choke chain silver collar she wears daily. Nor is it fancy like the thin blue and gold fabric collar that she is allowed to wear when they go out together. This collar practically screams submission to her. That's why this collar is her absolute favorite of them all. This collar was bought for her to wear when her Master decides she needs to be disciplined, and for when the time for her maintenance is at hand. She wears this collar for maintenance tonight and her body is trembling as she goes through the ritual she performs before he puts it on her. She had already bathed and shaved her legs and her vulva, as she has done for the past several years. Her Master says that a clean shaven body is his way of having her prepared at all times, and to help bring her freedom from the turmoil brought on by the world every day. She has put her long dark blonde hair into a ponytail hanging down the alabaster skin of her back and secured it with four hair ties evenly spaced. She has dabbed a very small amount of the perfume he had given her, to be used only with this collar, in four places on her body. She put a dab on the hollow of her throat, some at the top of her groin above her smooth vagina, and a little on each of her wrists. She meditated now as she held the collar to her chest, clearing her mind of all the garbage it accumulated daily. She let the fear and excitement of what was to come very soon completely fill her mind. She slowed her breathing and took long, deep breaths with her eyes closed feeling the supple leather in her hands, feeling the weight of the collar she held. From behind her she heard him say softly but sternly 'Position.' Without any hesitation she kneels in place and raises the collar to her right shoulder, resting the buckle there. He takes the collar from her hand and she reaches back moving her ponytail to drape over her left shoulder, the soft hair brushing against her breast. He places the collar slowly around her throat and tightens the buckle. This is always a bit frightening for her, because for the collar to be snug, it chokes her slightly as he inserts the pin into the leather and then it releases just enough to fit perfectly around her slender throat. The soft leather on her skin always helps her to achieve a submissive mindset as it is intended to. This is most definitely the case as she kneels on the plush rug, facing away from her Master. He then says in the same commanding tone 'Wrists.' With just a heartbeat of hesitation, she raises both of her hands and places them on her shoulders. Her Master has not used the wrist collars in a few months and her heartbeat quickens as he takes her left hand, placing the soft thin leather around it and secures it in place, then he puts the second leather cuff around her right wrist. She doesn't know why he is using the wrist collars this evening. He has never used them in maintenance before and she feels her natural stubborn behavior begin to mount. She knows better than to speak once the collar is around her neck, even though she is very curious if this is to be a discipline or a maintenance she will be getting. She hears him open a cabinet and a moment later hears a drawer slide open and listens as it closes. Then she hears him leave the room but he doesn't door the close. She kneels on the soft carpet, her back straight, and for a few minutes she waits silently. Her ponytail still slightly covers her left breast and her hands are still on her shoulders, the heavy steel ring on the front of her collar feels slightly cool and heavy against her throat. She has knelt in this exact spot many times in the past. Sometimes a few minutes would pass, but sometimes it was longer. She remembered that her Master had her kneel there only once for almost a half hour, and when he had called, her legs couldn't hold her weight. She smiled at the memory of his distress, and the tender way he had lifted her to the bed, carefully removing her collar and releasing her from submission as he worried over her, apologizing over and over, making sure she was okay. She had not been made to kneel that long again. At a guess, it was five or six minutes before she hears him in the living room say 'Present you to me.' With this command, she rises and puts her ponytail back in place. She leaves the bedroom and her eyes are fixed on the floor about three feet in front of her. She then kneels before the leather chair he sits at and rests her cheek on his knee. 'I'm sure that you are curious why you are wearing the wrist collars for a maintenance, cherished of mine.' He says softly. 'Yes Sir. I am Sir.' 'You will be getting additional attention with this maintenance.' He states matter of factly. 'You have been slipping in the way you act in public, and you have been hesitant when I give you direction. This is not acceptable behavior, as you well know, and I need to address this behavior now, before it gets out of control.' She closes her eyes and remembers how she had lost her temper with a cashier at the grocery store. She also remembers how she had indeed been slow to do as he told her several times, just like this evening when she had hesitated in submitting her wrists to him. 'I understand Sir.' She finally says, but she doesn't move. She knows he takes complete control when she wears this collar, just as they had agreed. 'Posture.' He says after a few heartbeats, and she stands up quickly before him with her back straight and her arms loose at her sides while looking him in the eyes. She now sees that he has one of their backless bar stools setting beside the couch with a pillow on its seat. She also sees that the coil of soft cotton rope they use for serious discipline is in front of the stool. The large wooden discipline paddle is leaning against it. Their much smaller round wooden paddle, and the thin wicker cane she fears and loves, are on the floor behind the stool. Her pink vibrator is setting within east reach on the couch, and a bottle of lotion with one of the white thin drying cloths is beside it. He sits for a few moments, admiring her form, and her eyes watch his facial expressions as he slowly gazes over her nude body. His eyes linger on her full breasts as her nipples grow large and erect with her excitement. He reaches out and caresses her smooth firm belly as his gaze goes to her smoothly shaved vagina, the pout of those lips beginning to show just a hint of moisture from her rising arousal. His gaze continues slowly down her shapely legs and then retraces her body, to look into her eyes again. 'Turn.' He says, and she feels his gaze upon her as she slowly turns in place until she stops, facing away from him. She feels his fingers trace the outline of both of her buttocks and then cup her left cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. 'Onto the stool.' He says, and she immediately complies hearing him get up from the chair behind her. She lies across the stool, resting her belly and upper groin on the pillow he has placed there for her. The stool has a rectangular seat, and is just under three foot, making it so she can lay centered on it with the balls of her feet touching the floor, her fingers reaching the linoleum on the other side. From the edge of her vision, she sees him take the rope, which he uses to bind her ankles to the outside of the stools legs, about two foot apart, exposing her smooth vagina to the cool of the room and slightly spreading the cheeks of her firm back side. He doesn't tie her ankles tightly, just enough so she can't move them. He then binds her wrists, looping the rope through the wrist collars, and tying them to the other two legs. With the length that remains, he secures the ring on the front of her collar to the bottom crossbar of the stool, pulling it tight, and her ponytail falls across her shoulder, the end touching the floor. With this done, he checks her restraints, making certain that the bonds are not too tight against her skin, but also ensuring she is firmly atop the stool. She also tests her bonds, and finds she can only wiggle her hips slightly from side to side. 'I am keeping you in place for your own safety love.' He says, as he picks up the small wooden paddle. 'I don't want to harm you and I believe your hands may get in the way of the severe spanking I am going to give you.' With these words he rests the paddle lightly against her buttocks and rubs the polished wood gently, in a circular motion, going from one cheek to the next. 'Do you understand why I am doing this?' he asks. 'Yes Sir.' She says, her voice trembling slightly. 'Do you know what I mean when I say 'severe'?' He asks her. 'Yes Sir.' She says again. He continues lightly rubbing the paddle around her firm buttocks and says 'I don't think you know what I mean,' and the paddle strikes her left buttocks softly, then it caresses her buttocks again as he continues. 'I've not ever given you the kind of spanking I intend this evening.' and the paddle strikes her right cheek, a bit harder, then caresses it again. 'I will not be gentle and I will show no mercy tonight. You need to understand that I am the Master. I am to be obeyed by my wife.' The paddle strikes the center of her buttocks three times quickly, over top her anus, as he says this, and she tries to wiggle a bit, but still can't move. 'I accept your decision Sir.' She says as she settles back against the pillow. 'I know my sweet, submissive wife.' he says as he rubs the paddle around her buttocks. 'And though you will probably change your mind, I will be assured of your complete submission after tonight.' He lays the paddle on her back and steps in front of her, picking up the cloth. 'Is there anything else you need to say before we start?' he asks as he stands in front of her. 'I love you Sir.' Is all she says as she tries to relax her body over the stool. 'I love you too my dearest.' He replies. She knows he is tying a knot in the center of the cloth to use as a gag for her. They have used a gag many times in the past allowing her to release her emotions vocally, sometimes quite loudly, without the neighbors thinking the worst and calling the authorities. He ties the cloth in place, the knot in her mouth, and she bites down, checking to make sure that it's comfortable. The paddle comes down on the center of her buttocks with force then, the smaller head connecting with the inside edge of both of her cheeks, just kissing her anus slightly. Before the sting can be fully felt by her butt he brings the paddle down on her right cheek hard with a loud 'smack', and then her left cheek, just as hard. She tries to squirm, but can only wiggle a little tied onto the stool as she is. He strikes each cheek separately again, then strikes the center of her butt once more, full force, the small paddle causing her anus to contract sharply as the wood kisses it again. She cries out past her gag and tries to arch her back and kick, but the collar holds her so that she is only able to raise her head slightly as he strikes the cheeks of her butt, striking the skin loudly several times more, using the full force of his arm. She feels the skin of her bottom heating up, and the sting of the paddle has her gasping through the gag in her mouth. He has only very rarely given her a spanking without warming her bottom up first, which reduces any bruising and allows her to become accustomed to the spanking before it becomes true discipline. This seems to be one of those rare times when she will have deep bruises to rub for several days. The skin of her butt cheeks is already sore and stingy as his cool hand slowly rubs it. 'God,' she thinks, 'he hasn't even given me a dozen swats and I already hurt!' He swats her buttocks directly over her anus full force several times more, and she moans through the gag as her swelling rosebud throbs and pulses from each strike of the paddle. Then he rubs the center of her buttocks and he glides a finger over her swollen and very sensitive anus, bringing a soft moan from her lips. He then sets the paddle on the couch, and picks up the thin wicker cane. The first strike of the cane across her already painful ass, is not what she expects. He strikes her hard across both cheeks with the upper half of the cane, bringing a deep sting to her fanny that grows to a strong throb while he pauses for five or six seconds, then he strikes hard across her firm ass again. The cane raises welts across her buttocks as he strikes her across both cheeks four more times solidly. She rocks and tenses with each strike but can't move enough to avoid the slim whicker tip, as it strikes her bottom over and over, with only a few seconds between each extremely painful hit. He then moves to the other side of her, and strikes her bruising bottom from that side a half dozen times. Again, she can feel the welts rise across her ass with each violent contact and tears begin to stream down her face from the pain he is inflicting on her back side. He uses the tip of the cane then to strike each cheek separately, so hard that she can hear the cane whistle through the air before it meets her skin. She feels each impact of the cane and welts continuing to rise, along with the pain, before he strikes again, covering the majority of of her swelling red fanny with welts. She feels the small paddle rest momentarily on her hips, as her tears turn to the sobs she knows always bring sweet release of emotion and guilt. Then she screams with shock, as loud as the gag will let her, when the paddle lands squarely against her vulva. The strike isn't hard, but she feels the pain deep within her slit as her womanhood pulses to life. She screams through the gag 'No!' and tried to shake her head, but with the collar secure against the stool she can only try. She can't even see him to beg him to stop. He strikes her tender vulva again, and once more she screams through the gag, her entire body tensing and bucking against her restraints. She can't kick her legs, but that doesn't stop her from trying as the paddle strikes her vulva harder and she feels the lips of it beginning to swell as her clitoris throbs and starts to tingle within her. He hits squarely on her vagina, hard, one more time, and she feels him set the paddle on her lower back after she stops thrashing about. Then he begins to softly pet and stroke her swelled lips, slowly easing some of the pain. She isn't surprised the lips of her vagina are extremely sensitive to his touch, and she shudders at the extreme pain she feels as his fingers first stroke them. She is surprised when one of his fingers slips very easily between her lips due to pre cum she hadn't realized was there. 'Her body couldn't be reacting to that kind of pain.' She keeps telling herself, 'That just couldn't be possible.' She believes that her arousal is due to the spanking. The arousal has to be from the welts on her bottom, it has to be from the bruising she feels. But with the tingle and throb of her clitoris as he slowly draws a finger across it, she just can't be sure. He stops playing with her then, and takes the discipline paddle in hand. With a loud 'smack' the large paddle lands solidly across both of her welted butt cheeks, the holes drilled into it, removing the air cushion most paddles have. He swats her swollen ass hard again, and she has no doubt that it is deeply bruised already as the sting from the paddle causes more sobs. She can feel the familiar thud within her as the paddle contacts the skin of her ass again, vibrating from her anus through to her clitoris. This is the kind of spanking, she had admitted to her Master, that she has always desired. His next strike is centered hard across the length of her sit spot, and the paddle connects squarely with her vagina, causing her to emit a primal scream like a wild animal, and sob 'No! Oh please, God NO!' But he does not stop. Just as he said, he is showing no mercy, and she feels anger welling up within her. He connects again smartly across her sit spot, squarely against her swollen vulva, and again she screams wildly, adding a string of profanity that is, thankfully, muffled by the gag in her mouth. Again and again he strikes her across the same spot until her screams are hoarse and ragged. He keeps swatting her vagina, and even with the intense pain her sobs begin to slow. The tears are a steady stream now, and her emotional release completely engulfs her awareness. She is shaking as he continues to spank her; her ass numb, along with the lips of her vagina, as he strikes hard with the paddle again and again. She orgasms then, surprised that she is even close to climax. Her reaction is so strong, with her body bucking and convulsing, the stool sways dangerously. He puts a hand on the center of her back, steadying her, as she thrashes about in one of the strongest orgasms she has ever experienced. She then feels him place his thick member against her slick swollen lips. As he pushes into her, sliding across her pulsing clitoris, her body releases another orgasm, as strong as the first. He keeps pushing deeper until he is buried within her, the head of his penis pushing against her cervix. Her position makes this deeper penetration possible and they both know he can stimulate her G spot this way. He hits that spot just as her climax eases and her entire body shudders as she is thrown into orgasm once more, his thick cock buried within her. He then pushes even deeper, the head of his penis pushing into her womb, past her cervix painfully. She thrashes around on the stool, still deep in climax, but instead of diminishing as she expects, her climax escalates. This causes her head to swim and her vision blurs before she momentarily loses consciousness. For the few heartbeats of her swoon, while her body continued its extreme climax, he must have pushed himself deeper into her, for she now feels him inside of her more than she thought would be possible. He pushes against her so hard while gripping her hips and pulling her onto him, that the stool has rocked forward on two legs, and her palms are almost flat on the floor. Then his body trembles as he climaxes violently within her womb, his member expanding and elongating ever so slightly within her, as her body continues to shake with orgasm. Her entire body trembles all over, and her vagina pulses and contracts around his softening penis as it diminishes in size while still within her. The head of his penis slipping out of her sore womb as it throbs softly and he pulls back from her, setting the stool legs back on the floor. He withdraws fully from her vagina as her tender lips quiver and throb, her swollen clitoris pulsing between them. With as deep as his member was when he climaxed, it wasn't really surprising that there was no leakage as she lay across the stool, her body still trembling and spent. 'All of that cum is deep in my womb.' She thinks to herself as she hears him leave the room. She still can't believe that she had climaxed from a spanking to her vagina, but there was no denying what she had just experienced first hand. She is completely past the anger that had been her initial reaction to that spanking as she hears running water from the bathroom. The swoon she experienced had to be explained by the position of her body over the stool, obviously causing the blood to run to her head. Although the climax her body had experienced had been far beyond any she could remember she just couldn't believe that an orgasm, no matter how strong, would cause someone to pass out that way. With this in mind, she trys to relax her very painful, red welted ass, as she enjoys the slight cool of the room on her very sore vagina. She lay over the stool contentedly, confident that her Master would return in just moments to release her bonds. Total Submission She hears the water from the bathroom stop and moments later, feels a cool cloth drape over her throbbing buttocks. He doesn't rub the cloth, but instead just applies pressure through it against her bruised and welted back side for several minutes. Then he applies pressure through the cloth to the swollen lips between her legs, causing a shudder as her vagina and clitoris pulse and spasm in unison. Leaving the cloth draped across her sore butt, and tucking it between the lips of her vagina, he then stoops in front of her and unties the gag in her mouth before he undoes the rope from her collar. He then unties the rope from the wrist collars she wears, but does not take those collars off. He helps her stand erect; her ankles still bound to the stool, as he drops the rope to the floor behind her. As she stretches her stiff back, resisting the strong urge to explore her bruised fanny, he steps behind her. She expects him to release her legs, but is surprised when he gently pushs her forward onto the stool again. He makes her lean over the stool, and she feels him securing her waist to it, wrapping the rope several times around her as he weaves it through the supports. When he is done she finds that the soft rope winds around her hips, waist, and lower back, securing her once more to the stool. This time, even though she is secured into a position of leaning forward while standing, he doesn't secure her hands. He then steps in front of her to the couch, taking up the bottle of lotion. He takes her left hand and pulls it forward to touch the couch. She finds that most of her lower arm, about six inches from the elbow, extends beyond the front edge of the seat cushion. He steps behind her again as she hears him squeeze lotion into his hand. She places her hands on the front of the couch as he starts rubbing the cool lotion onto her bruised buttocks, gently rubbing it in with slow circular motions. He thoroughly covers her butt with lotion, being careful not to put too much pressure onto the spots where she can feel the bruising is deepest and he softly massages the cheeks of her very sore fanny with both hands. Once the lotion has penetrated her abused skin, he says 'hand me the vibrator.' Which is easily within her reach. Without a moment of hesitation she hands the vibrator over her shoulder to his waiting hand. She hears him turn it on and feels its cold head push against her still slightly trembling lips. Her vagina has dried some as her arousal subsided, and he works the silicone vibrator in and out of her gently. First only its head penetrates her swollen lips, as he gently pushes the humming sex toy slightly deeper within her a few times. She feels the moisture further within her contact the vibrator and, as it becomes slick from her moisture, he slides it deeply within her sore aching slit. The vibrators additional stimulator built into its base contacts her swollen clitoris as the main shaft reaches its deepest point. Her body shudders involuntarily from the pulsing of the toy against her clit and the added stimulation causes her to let out an audible gasp. He increases the speed of the vibrator and slowly eases it back out of her, until the head is just slightly penetrating her. Then, very slowly, he changes the angle of the vibrator down slightly, to contact her clitoris as he slides it into her again. The entire shaft tingles along her super sensitive clit as it enters her causing her to throw her head back with a moan, until it seats itself deeply within her soaking wet vagina. As she climbs to yet another orgasm she feels lotion drip onto her anus. She can't control the mounting arousal of her body as he places a finger against her bud of an ass hole, pushing it gently into her as he withdraws the buzzing sex toy slowly from her slit. He pauses, before the head of the vibrator leaves her pussy, its internal motor causing her lips to tremble and jump. He withdraws his finger slowly from her anus, until only the tip is within her, and then he pushes two fingers into her, as he plunges the vibrating toy deep into her pussy and seats it against her clit once more. He flicks the button of her vibrator onto high, then withdraws his fingers completely from her. Climax explodes between her legs, shaking her body, as she throws back her head, moaning loudly from him stimulating her. He withdraws the vibrator completely, and she lets the stool take all of her weight as she closes her eyes to fully experience the orgasm her body is releasing. She knows that his member is erect again, and that he intends to take her ass with it, so she relaxes her body as she feels the head of his thick penis placed against her sensitive rectum. 'Not a sound.' he says as he pushes himself slowly into her. She stifles a scream, and clamps a hand over her mouth as he pushes himself fully into her. The sphincter muscles of her ass stretch painfully wide and her orgasm ended abruptly as he pushed into her, giving her no time to become accustomed to his girth as he has always done. Then he draws himself completely out of her, and places the head of his member against her painful anus momentarily, then slowly pushs it fully inside of her again. The pain from him in her has her gasping and her legs tremble violently with him entering her fully before withdrawing completely again. Then her Master really fucks her ass hard, pushing himself as deep as he can go inside of her. Her pain is all consuming and tears of complete submission to him roll down the cheeks of her face. After he has fucked her ass for what seems a very long time, he withdraws his erect member saying 'stay right there.' Then he goes into the bathroom and she hears the shower turn on. She relaxes her pain torn body across the stool, still holding onto the edge of the couch, and lets the tears flow freely, as her well fucked asshole throbs painfully. She feels complete submission to her Master at this point, and would happily continue allowing him to use her body as he sees fit. She had been submissive to him for a number of years in their marriage, but she always had a small bit of rebellion towards that submission. For the first time in her twelve years of marriage, she didn't feel that way. She felt like he was her entire world, the only thing that mattered to her was him. She had finally reached the kind of submission they had been trying to achieve, the kind that she had been striving to give for most of her life. After about ten minutes, as she reveled in these feelings of complete submission, he came out of the bathroom. He moved one of her arms, and sat in front of her, nude, on the couch. His hair still wet from the shower, and she can smell his clean body as he sits there. 'You will now take all of me into your mouth, and then into your throat.' He states. She replies softly, submissively, 'Yes sir. I will try.' And reaches for his semi hard penis. But he stops her by taking her chin lovingly in his hand. Looking into her eyes, he said 'No dear. You WILL succeed this time, or we will have to start over.' He then reaches around her and unbuckles the collar from her throat, re-buckling it much looser. 'No sir!' She blurts out anxiously, as he readjusts the collar 'I mean, yes sir! Please sir! I don't know if I can take any more discipline to my fanny sir! I will do as you say sir! Everything you say sir!' She takes his flaccid penis into her mouth, leaning forward since the couch seat is a full foot lower than the stool. She holds the base as she works it with her lips and tongue, quickly bringing him back to erection. Then she pushes his member to the back of her throat, releasing the base, and pushes her mouth forward feeling the thick head slightly enter into her throat. Her gag reflex kicks in, and she gags on his solid member, but continues pushing her mouth down on it, forcing the thick head of him slightly deeper into her throat. She withdraws from him slightly, and feels the slight pain from her throat stretching around his swollen head. She had gotten about an inch of him into her, a personal best she realizes. He stops her then, and stands up in front of her, his penis wet and erect. She rises up to his member, and again takes it onto her mouth, placing her hands on his hips to support her upper body as she pulls him closer. The angle she is now in tilts her head completely back as she pulls him into her mouth, then to the back of her throat. She finds that, even though the position is uncomfortable for her, it opens her throat up allowing it to be more accommodating for his size, it also gives her more control over her gag reflex. She pulls him closer to her again, taking his engorged head into her throat. When she gags on him this time, she is able to pause to regain control of that stubborn reflex, before pulling slightly off of him to breath. Then she urges him forward again by the hips and as the head of his penis pushes into her throat just a little deeper, she felt the helmet pop fully into the top of her throat as she gags slightly around it. She pauses to regain control of her gag reflex again, the head his pulsing member slightly within her throat, and she looks down her nose to see that only three or four inches of him are showing past her lips. Determined, she rises off of him, taking a few deep breaths while lightly sucking on the head, then takes a deeper breath and pulls him to her, into her throat. She feels the helmet of his cock pop into her throat as she opens her mouth wide while pulling him to her. Another small gag escapes her, but she doesn't pause, easily controlling the reflex. She pulls him urgently forward by the hips, and the entire length of his throbbing cock slides slowly down her throat, stretching the cartillage as it goes all the way in. She holds him there for two heartbeats, her lips resting against his pubic hair, a feeling of triumph welling within her. Then she feels his member swell slightly and he gently places his hands behind her head, holding his cock deep in her throat as he reaches climax. She feels him pulse and throb within her throat, his member expanding slightly, and feels the warmth of his ejaculate spurt into her. She controls her panic as she realizes that she isn't choking, and has no taste of his semen in her mouth. He releases her head as her body begins to beg her for air and she slowly withdraws him from her throat. Their eyes meet, and she sees the adoration he feels for her bright on his face. He unties the cloth gag they used previously, and gives it to her. She wipes her mouth as he steps around her, and begins to release her from the the stool. He then tenderly unbuckles the wrist collars, then the collar from around her neck, setting them, one by one beside the stool. He takes her by the hand pulling her into his arms as they sit, naked, on the couch. He then cradles her lovingly, and says 'You are my world, and my love. I am so very proud of you for the submission you have shown me today.' With those words, he kisses her mouth softly, holding her until she falls asleep in his arms while he strokes her neck and shoulders, kissing her cheeks lovingly. Machu END