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Yes Ma'am

By: Paul44



I sighed with the pleasure of finally reaching the end of the day and approached the door ready to close it just as I was about to turn the key I was startled by a tapping at the door. On the other side was a rather severe looking woman who I thought was in her low fifties. I considered turning her away but it had been slow in the shop this week and if she was so desperate to buy something that may be a good thing I thought.

"Yes Ma'am," I said as I let her in. Once she was in I locked the door and turned off the front lights. 

"I hope you don't mind but we are closing, so we must be quick," I said glancing again at her and thinking that she must be in her mid-forties. 

She dressed elegantly if somewhat spartanly, she was clothed in a calf length black skirt, flesh coloured stockings, a white shirt and a black jacket. She also wore high heels that showed her calves to be well formed. Looking at her face she looked at me with sharp eyes that seemed to penetrate me and made me drop my gaze. They topped a button nose and thin lips. Her face seemed to be a sharp triangle with her hair pulled back into a tight honey coloured bun.

"I won't need much time young man," I grimaced at that since she was only a few years younger than myself I thought. 

"I want to see what you have in the way of office chairs," she then remarked briskly.

The sight of her and her voice was like a gentle blow that left you with no doubt that you were to do what she wanted. So I led her through the deserted showroom and to where the office furniture that was kept. I led her to a comfortable chair that was covered in soft tan leather. Without another word she slipped onto it and settled herself into the seat. 

As she did she lifted her skirt and allowed the cool chair covering to touch naked skin. Sitting there I could see her stockings being held up by black suspenders. It was quite noticeable that she was naked from her thighs up to her waist. I could not help myself but my eyes were drawn to her exposed cunt and I could make out fleshy lips beneath a severely cropped pubic hair. 

"Are you looking up my skirt, young man?" her voice whipped through the air. 

I looked up into her face and gulped, she looked like every hard teacher I had ever had through school.

"Yes," I muttered.

"Yes, yes what? I demand some respect young man," her voice pierced me and I was amazed that I had answered her at all.

"Yes Ma'am," I replied that brought a small smile to her lips.

"That is very naughty young man. I often find I need to punish men who think they can look up my skirt," she sighed sadly though I could see that her eyes were shining and she licked her lips with excitement.

"Well since what is under my skirt is so interesting come here and look at what I have," she commanded and opened her legs while she sank back into the chair exposing her cunt even more and letting me see the drops of her womanly dew on the naked lips. Part of my mind thought that since she has damaged the chair she will need to buy it but that was for only a minute as I sank to my knees between her legs.

Looking at her exposed cunt I noticed that there were a few grey hairs amongst the darker pubic hairs that had been trimmed closely. Her musky scent was filling my nose and I wanted to lean forward and let my tongue wander over the tantalising flesh that I could see. I could even make out the tip of her clit as it excited and I knew she was aroused. I too was aroused and my cock was incredibly uncomfortable inside my trousers. 

It must have been noticeable because her next statement was, "So the naughty boy has a hard-on. Why don't you take it out and masturbate as you lick my private parts."

It was with pleasure that I released my cock from its cloth prison and took it into my hand. As I did this I pressed my lips against hers and allowed my tongue to spear between her lips. I tasted her sweet juices as they washed over my tongue. She ground her cunt hard against my face and she muttered to herself as I expertly licked along the lips flicking the clit every now and again. 

As I licked I felt her body shudder as her juices gushed into my mouth while she came. All the time I jerked off for her. I tried delaying the inevitable by trying to think of other things other than this dominating woman. I could tell when she came since she squirted through her lips into my mouth. When she did that I lashed her clit with my tongue demanding even more passion and cuming from her body.

"Stand up," she croaked as she pushed me away after she had cum a fourth time.

My chin dripping with her cum, I rose and stood in front of her my cock in my hand. She brushed the hand away allowing her long slender fingers wrapped themselves about the shaft and she stroked up and down its length. The touch was tender and driving me crazy as she excited me. She even slipped a fingernail into the eye of my cock and it was only the fact her other hand strangled the possibility of any orgasm that stopped me from shooting my cum into her face. As it was I groaned with the sheer frustration of it all.

"You are so naughty. Your penis is quite hard. Do you want to cum?" she asked with a wicked smile on her face.

"Yes Ma'am I need to cum," I replied as she idly played with my balls and slowly stroked my cock.

"Well you have been good and you deserve a reward," she said.

As she spoke her hand pumped my cock faster and more firmly. She watched the cock become even redder as blood pulsed through the hard flesh. Taking her other hand she touched the underside of my cock and then rubbed at the little bit of skin that went from the shaft to the glans of my cock. Slipping a fingernail just under the glans and slipping it along the skin there I almost came but for the pressure on the base of my cock which was again held tightly. 

All I could do was moan with frustrated pleasure and then she touched the same area again this time releasing the stranglehold on my cock. Cum jetted through the air and landed with a steady stream on the chair she had moved from. Pumping my cock she squeezed each drop from the instrument she held until it began to soften and then shrink in her hand.

"Well if you wipe off the mess I will buy the chair, it meets all my requirements," she said in a no-nonsense voice barely acknowledging what had just happened between us.

With a tremor in my hands I began to dress and looked for rags to wipe off the cum that dripped from the chair.

Yes, Ma'am, Yes, Sir!



Let me take you to a place where you've never been before. You've heard it several times in your lifetime, but you have never truly experienced it and some people think it's bad. I'll tell you a story about a Mistress, Master, and Submissive living under the same roof. Some people make BDSM into something horrible, where Mistresses and Masters are cruel, but really they aren't.

Meet Lola- A stunning beauty with long black hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes you've ever had the honor of ever looking at. She's 5'5", 44D, plump in all the right places. She's the Mistress you wish you could have and be, for she is firm but fair.

Meet James- A gorgeous man with short black hair, green eyes, slim, has a 9" cock, and is almost 6'. He's gentle and can be quite controlling at times, but he's also very fair. A Master who is very Daddy-like. He is a sweet talker who can charm any female into doing whatever he wants, except one. 

Meet Lucy- A 5', 40C stunner with long blonde hair and brown eyes. She does whatever she's told by her Mistress and Master without complaint. Always aiming to please those she serves and she does it with such style and grace. A Submissive and Masochist by nature she loves being loved, cared for, and protected by Lola and James for she knows they will never harm her or let anyone else.

This is their story...

"LUCY!" hollers Lola from the other room

Lucy comes running, after catching her breath, she asks, "Yes, Ma'am?"

"Are you happy here?" asks James

"Yes, Sir." comes her answer

"Why?" asks Lola

"You take such great care of me, provide for me when no one else will, and I love pleasing you and my gorgeous Mistress." 

"Indeed. Now, I have a chore for you."

"How can I serve you, Sir?"

"I've had a rough day at the office and would like for you to stroke my cock with that warm and wet mouth while I talk to my wife, your Mistress and if you're a good girl, I'll give you a present."

"A present, Master?" she asks

"Yes, Lucy, a present." he grins and she gets the clue

She gets on her hands and knees and starts crawling ever so slowly knowing that they love the way her breasts look in the black corset. She reaches Master, slides in between his legs happy that he already has his cock out for her. With enthusiasm she grabs his cock and shoves it in her mouth, he lets out a soft moan and goes about talking to Mistress. She swallows, licks, kisses, and teases her Masters cock with her mouth and tongue and he's having trouble concentrating on what he's saying. She giggles around him, which makes Them stop talking.

"What's so funny, girl?" Mistress asks

Pulling away from his cock, she bends her head, saying, "I'm sorry, Mistress to interrupt the conversation, I was just really into what I was doing and I heard Master stop talking, that's why I giggled. Please forgive me."

"Lucy, you think making your Master lose concentration is funny?" asks Mistress

"Yes, Ma'am, I do." replies Lucy

Mistress stands up, walking closer to Lucy. Knowing she really isn't in any trouble especially when Mistress leans down sliding her fingers between her thong and deep into her hot, wet pussy. She moans loud as her Mistress starts finger fucking her. 

"I think she likes this, what say you Lola?" interjects James

"Mmm, I do!" comes Lucy's answer

Her Mistress keeps finger fucking her for a few minutes before she abruptly stops and removes her fingers from Lucy's cunt. Feeling empty, she tries to get her Mistress to fill her once more, but Mistress denies her by simply standing up and walking away. Feeling sorry, Lucy quickly crawls over to where her Mistress sits and begins coaxing her Mistress' legs open to lap at her sweet, wet pussy.

Moaning with approval Lola opens her legs to let her slave, pet lap at her pussy. Lucy is very good at what she does and in no time has Lola writhing in pleasure and cumming on her tongue. Not to be ignored, James gets up, walks behind Lucy, quickly and effortlessly removing Lucy's thong, and buries his cock within her body. Both moaning, he starts thrusting hard and fast, Lucy having trouble keeping her tongue on her Mistress' pussy, she thrusts her tongue deep inside Lola's pussy, causing Lola to orgasm hard..again!

With both Master and Mistress being pleasured, Lucy allows herself to being overwhelmed by her own pleasure, letting Master take her to that mountain where she will fall into glorious bliss. Soon, all three are cumming again and again until they can't take anymore and breaking apart to catch their breaths.

"Good girl, Lucy." says both her Master and Mistress

"Thank you, Sir and Madam. I am happy that you are pleased."

"We are and now you are dismissed." says James

She gets up (from the floor, where she's always been) and hurries out of the room. Leaving her Master and Mistress satisfied until they call on her again. 



Yes Master



I had just exited Lou's Bar, and was reaching for my gloves in the leather saddle bag, when I spotted her on the other side of the street, standing under a lamp post. She was staring at me like she was in need of something; maybe a meal for sex, or a ride somewhere. I wasn't sure. She couldn't have been more than twenty-five, six tops. She was petite little thing, maybe five-two, with a perfectly proportioned body. She reminded me of a Barbie doll adorned in leather. She had a suitcase in her hand. 

"Something the matter?" I yelled over to her, a bit annoyed. She was giving me a hard on. After looking at her in that outfit, I'd have to go home and make it with Mary Palmender! I hadn't had any real pussy in over three weeks. 

She just stood there and said nothing, so I climbed on my bike. She was a pipe dream, anyway. What the hell would someone that looked like her want with a forty-five year old, beer bellied, tattoo exhibit? Shit like that only happened in the movies. 

I was about to kick it into low, but noticed her hurrying toward me, so I killed the motor. Probably looking for a ride to the bus stop.

"You lost? Need a ride somewhere?" As soon as she was near enough, I instantly felt sorry for her. Her eyes looked troubled, worried, forlorn, like a deserted puppy dog's.

"My master abandoned me."

"Your what?" Did I hear her right? No way. Somebody must've laced the bag of shit I bought the night before.

"My master."

Damn, I did hear her right. "What the hell are you talking about?" I was starting to think she was a couple bricks short of a load; probably escaped from the loony bin a few miles up the road.

"I am in search of a new master. One who will shelter me and feed me, and discipline me when I forget my place and contradict him; or fail to sate his every need, his every desire. A master who is powerful, and knows the importance of teaching his slave right from wrong, and is therefore worthy of her ownership. Do you wish to be my new master?"

Yeah, she was certifiable alright. "You need a place to stay? It's gonna get pretty cold out here tonight." So what if she was nuts? I had a strong hunch I wouldn't be wearing the skin off my hand when I got home.

I could see the 'Yes' in her big brown eyes and told her to hop on.

~

Once I got her inside my trailer, I looked around and realized the place was a dump. Funny it never occurred to me before. I started picking the dirty clothes off the floor, but she stopped me cold.

"A Master does not do menial chores." She began cleaning the place herself.

"There's an extra bedroom in the back." I told her. She looked at me, disappointed. Alone was the last thing she wanted.

"Oh! You, uh, want to sleep with me?" Yeah, someone laced the pot. I was hallucinating.

"Masters don't ask of their slaves." She informed me, lowering her eyes submissively to the floor. Evidently, telling her master his place in the hierarchy embarrassed her. 

"Yeah okay, you take the side by the window. I'm not good at groping with my left hand."

"Yes master." She went back to her cleaning. 

I grabbed a beer and clicked on the TV. Jerry Springer was on. Some three hundred pounder in spandex was trying to get at a skinny, braless skag, with a beaked nose, and a hairy wart on her left cheek. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. "You bleepidy-bleep, I'm gonna kick your bleeping ass! You ever touch my boyfriend again and I'll bleeping knife you!" I turned it off. Who wanted to look at that when Aphrodite, in skin tight leather, was bent over picking up dirty jeans off the floor?

She kept at it, and had the place looking halfway livable when she finally finished, an hour later. 

"That was quick." I told her. Actually it was a miracle, but I didn't want to give her a big head.

She knelt before me and started untying my shoes. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Helping master to relax. Would master like his tired feet massaged?"

"No. Maybe later." I wasn't used to all the fuss. It made me feel uncomfortable.

Then she looked up at me with her big brown eyes and asked, as nonchalantly as you'd ask for a glass of water. "Would master like me to suck his cock?" My jaw fell open. Fucking A he would; Until it was in need of last rights! 

But, I also wanted to pace myself, contemplate the possibilities; give my testicles a chance to swell to barbell status.

And what better way do that? "What do you say we do a joint first?"

I could see the disappointment in her eyes, and realized it was the master slave thing again. She was a stickler for detail.

"I mean... Get your ass over here and have some of this shit with me."

"Yes master." 

After a couple of tokes, she turned toward me, and slipped a hand in my crotch.

"Does that please master?"

"I'll let you know in a few millennia, sweet thing..." She had me at attention quicker than it takes a politician to change his mind, and on the verge of blowing a big one in my Jockey shorts. I grabbed her hand and pulled it away.

"I didn't please my master?"

"You almost pleased master too much." I told her.

"Do you wish to discipline me now?"

"Sort of." Never did have any patience for contemplation. I undid my pants. It was time for her to do some master pleasing.

And, wouldn't you know it, some son of a bitch knocked on the door!

"Who is it?" I yelled.

"Jake! Can I come in?" He always knocked. It was one of his few good points.

"Does master want his cock sucked now?"

"You mean, in front of Jake?"

"Master is the master. His slave must obey, or be punished."

That didn't appeal to me in the least. When it came to sex, I liked my privacy. Beside, Jake might be thinking he'd be getting some. No way I was sharing this doll with him.

"No. The fucking guy's enough of a leech."

"Yes master."

"Come on in Jake."

"Mind if I grab a cold one?" He froze in his tracks when he spotted her, sitting so close to me I could feel the heat of her body through her leather pants.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had company."

"Yeah, grab a beer." I told him, hoping he'd turn around and leave with it. Fat chance. He was enjoying the eye candy too much.

"Would master like his slave to entertain his friend?" She whispered.

"What are you nuts?"

"I am sorry master. I have offended you. Perhaps master would like to discipline his slave in front of his friend, so she won't forget her place; that her duty is to her master only?" 

I had a feeling that would turn her on, but Jake wouldn't be satisfied with just watching, not that I could blame him.

"If he sees me do that, I'll never get rid of him!"

"Discipline? How?" I almost missed that point. But like a faithful mascot it came running back to me, wagging its happy tail. 

"I have a gift for you in my suitcase. A painful leather strap. I have other gifts too."

Wholly shit! She wanted me to beat her into submission. I had to get rid of Jake fast. 

"As soon as he's gone." I assured her.

"Yes master."

Boy was she's going to get it!. I was going to beat her into a coma with seven inches of highly tempered fuck muscle; just as soon as I got through herringboning her sexy little ass. 

Jake headed toward the easy chair. I cocked my head toward the door for him to leave. "Oh yeah, right. See you later."

I locked the door behind him and closed all the drapes, then headed to the junk drawer. It took me nearly fifteen minutes to find an eyebolt and screw it into a beam in the ceiling, in the center of the room. But it was worth it cause she was worth it.

She seemed pleased. "I've got some rope under the bed. Be right back." I was as nervous and excited as a kid about to pilfer a candy bar at McGregor's pharmacy.

When I returned she was standing beneath the eyebolt with her wrists together, stretched skyward, wearing nothing but a black thong. My dick was beginning to throb again. 

All I wanted to do was drag her into the bedroom and use her for a pin cushion, but I had a feeling I'd regret it; that she'd leave and I'd never see her again. It was going to be either her way or the highway. I was starting to wonder who was really the master.

"You sure you wouldn't want to put your pants back on, for some protection?" I didn't want to hurt her. 

"How is master supposed to properly discipline his slave if her flesh is protected?" She looked at the suitcase. "There are also other painful instruments in there, to assure my complete obedience. But first, tie me up so I won't shame you by running away in fear."

"Higher, so only my toes touch the floor. I'm sorry for telling master his business, and angering him into beating me even harder."

She didn't want me to hold back. I cinched her up good and tight, then tossed her suitcase on the coffee table and opened it, and rummaged around inside.

Some kind of weird clamps; probably for her nipples, or clit, or something. I had a better way of torturing those little suckers; with teeth, and lips, and tongue. There's more than one way to skin a cat, or heat a pussy to sizzling.

I would, however, be happy to shove the half foot long, dildo up her tight little asshole. That was a pain I'd feel quite comfortable inflicting, and had bit of previous hands on experience with.

There was a bunch of other weird shit in there too, but I couldn't figure out what it was for, in such a short time. I'd ponder their uses later. I was satisfied with what I had. 

"Master won't use too much oil because master knows it will lessen the pain."

"And it was perceptive of you to notice that." I was starting to get into her game. "But don't tell master his place again, or the next time he'll shove a twelve inch telephone pole up your ass." 

"I'm sorry master. It will never happen again. Perhaps master should intensify the discipline, teach me respect..."

"Telling master his business again?"

"I am sorry Master."

"Then shut up!" Her face was full of fear, but her eyes were lit up like the Forth of July, watching me grease the monkey. It was time to quit drooling over her body. I had work to do.

Regardless what she said, I lubed the rubber dick enough so it wouldn't do her physical harm. Besides, the damn thing was fatter than a motherfucker. It'd hurt dipped in a bucket of 90 weight gear oil.

I moved behind her and she lifted her legs off the floor to give me a clear shot home. I prayed the eyebolt held. If she fell from that distance it would hurt like hell, especially if the dildo was only halfway up her ass at the time.

I pressed the head of the rubber cock against her asshole firmly, and twisted it back and forth, like I was trying to work an awl through a piece of tough leather, and was soon rewarded for my effort; a near coronary. Man, that woman could scream!

"You alright?" I asked, running around to make sure she was okay. There were tears streaming down her face, dragging her black mascara along for the ride. She reminded me of clown I'd seen in some old horror movie. She wasn't faking it. She was in excruciating pain.

"Want me to take it out?" I was worried I'd really hurt her.

"A slave must learn her place. Shove it in all the way, until it disappears." 

"Whatever you say, honey." Once I had it buried beyond belief, she lowered her legs and clamped them together tight, and muscled the exit closed, thus preventing Mr. Dildo a slippery retreat. She was a sucker for punishment. 

"That's got to hurt something awful." I said, hoping she didn't detect the hint of humor in my voice. "You still want me to use the strap on you?"

"A slave must learn her place." 

"Yeah, you said that already. Okay, here goes." I stepped behind her and laid one across the cheeks of her ass, but not too hard. I didn't want to hurt her any more than she already was. In hindsight, though, I think my bigger fear was that she'd lose control of her bodily functions and launch Sputnik II across my white shag rug. 

She barely winced!

"Poor master. His arm is so weak he can not discipline his slave properly." She was scolding me, calling me a goddamned wimp, because I showed her mercy!

I didn't make that mistake the next time. I figured if it hurt bad enough, she'd let me know and; fuck the rug!

"Ow! Master is so strong, so forceful! Ow!" 

Yeah, she liked it. She liked it a lot. It was like I was standing on a transporter pad one moment, and outside of Calamari's fish market the next. She was a powerful girl. I had to hurry up and wear her down. Any more strong stimulus like that and I'd be cleaning out my shorts.

Her pain level impressed me. My arm felt like it was about to fall off when she finally she cried uncle. 

"Slave now knows her place." She whimpered, "Please master, no more pain, please! I'll obey." 

Finally! All that awaited was ecstasy; or so I thought. I probably shouldn't even mention the dildo, and its eventual extrication, or the mechanics involved in removing it. But let me at least say this, my worries about her bodily functions were unfounded. The damn thing was super glued up there!

We must have made quite a picture; her bent over the back of my easy chair, and me with my mag flashlight and a set of cooking tongs. After nearly half an hour of probing, I finally got the damn thing out of her, and hobbled her to the couch, thinking I'd be getting nothing that night. She was in pretty bad shape.

But she was young, and healed quickly. Fifteen minutes later, to my astonishment, she asked me, "Does master want his cock sucked now?"

"You serious? I mean, aren't you in pain? Say, don't think I should take you to the emergency room to make sure there isn't any hemorrhaging up your asshole?"

"No master. I'll be fine. The pain is starting to go away."

"Bet you never worry about constipation." She didn't hear my words of wit. She was in pleasure mode. The only thing on her mind by then was; Sex, sex, and more sex.

"Does master want the joy of my mouth now?"

"Later you can suck me off, honey. Right now I'm partial to putting a few hard miles on the bedsprings."

"Yes master."

~

That was over a year ago. I've learned a lot since then; like how to inflict the most pain while causing the least amount of physical damage, and; never try to force ten pounds of shit into a five pound bag. And never, ever try to remove a dildo with a sharp instrument, especially when its beyond sight. Oh yeah, and always use the tongs with the rounded ends. They don't hurt as much. Thank God she was in a better state of mind than me. I could have killed her with that filleting knife.

"Master! Master! May his slave come now? Please Master!"

Yeah, she had to ask me permission to come. Cool huh? I fucked her a awhile longer without answering. I decided I'd wait until her discomfort level elevated itself to a certifiable torture status before giving her the okay.

"Yeah, go for it baby." What can I say, I'm a softy.

She closed her eyes and her body began to shudder deliciously. "Oh, thank you master! Ooooooooooooh... Ooooooooooooh... Thank you... Master... Thank you..." 

Man, that girl could come! It's amazing what a little leather and mental torture can do for the libido.

Sure, she eats all my goddamned food, and takes up all my precious time, but somebody has to take care of her. She's as nutty as a fruit cake!

"You missed a goddamned spot on my hog! Get your ass inside and find me my rope and strap."

"Yes master."

It's a tough job being her master, but somebody has to do it.

"And grab the dildo while you're at it! I'm in an especially pissy mood today... The little one!"

"Yes Master."



Yes, Master



I originally wrote this story as a part by part posted thing on my tumblr account. Decided to bring it over here, because who doesn't love a little spanking? ;D - Mia

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"I'm baaaaack~!" Her voice was almost sing-songy as she came through the front door, pulling her shoes off and dropping her bag on the end table. She emptied her pockets, phone, keys, and placed the iced cream down with them. "They didn't have mango so I got rum raisin, hope that's oh..kay."

She turned as she was speaking. It was then that she noticed he was already there, watching her. Her voice stalled as she realized what was different.

The suit. He was wearing the suit.

She froze. Breathing growing shallow as he closed the difference between them, pressing her against the wall, his arms wrapped around her, dragged her closer, lifted her leg. Mouth pressed against hers, teeth nipped at her lip, and she moaned.

And then it was over, he had pulled away and was looking at her as she leaned against the wall, breath shuddering, eyes fluttering and trying to catch her breath.

"Downstairs. Five minutes." His words had the growl to them she had grown to associate with everything about this moment. "You know what I expect."

And then he was gone, leaving her standing there, shivering. 

When she got to the basement he was already in his seat, waiting, and she was prepared. She disrobed and moved to stand in front of him. She was shaking already, waiting for him to move, to speak, to do anything really.

She fidgeted, and his lips curve up in a smile. He was planning something, well of course he was, he wouldn't have told her to come down there if he wasn't. Her eyes close as she attempts to level her breathing, but that's interrupted by his throat clearing.

"Eyes open, pet. And on me."

"Y...Yes, Master." Her voice is already shaking, as she opens her eyes and looks to him, the look in his eyes, it speaks hunger to her, and her body responds in kind.

"Knees."

It's an almost immediate reaction, the way she drops, thankful for the rug beneath her as her knees hit the ground. Her arms folding behind her, eyes dropping to the floor as he slides off his seat. 

She watches his feet as he moves, biting her lip, she tries to steady her heartbeat as he moves closer, crouching in front of her, and when the leather meets her neck she gasps. It's always a surprise, feeling the collar snap back into place. She honestly wished she could wear it all the time, but it was best that society didn't view them differently she supposed.

"Now, pet...You forgot something very important." He's stroking her cheek as he speaks, and the emphasis on the one word causes her to flinch. It takes her a moment to realize what he means. The reason he was dressed up wasn't just for the benefit of the situation that she was currently in.

"Oh, M...Master...I...I..." Her eyes are widening slowly as she speaks, realization flooding her. "I'm sorry, Master."

"I know you are, pet." His fingers move to her hair and she shudders, eyes closing. He clicks his tongue and they open once more. "But we have to deal with this, don't we? You've been..." 

She flinches, waiting for the words. She knows he has as many issues saying it as she does hearing it.

"A bad girl." A whimpering sob escapes her lips as his fingers grip at her hair, jerking her head back slightly, staring into her eyes. "And bad girls...pet...They get punished, don't they?" 

"Y...Yes, Master."

The coat comes off, leaving him in the waistcoat and tie. She has no doubt in her mind that by the end of the evening he'll be as naked as her. But at that point her mind wasn't due to be dwelling on other things. Not as he released her hair and nudged his head in the direction of the wicker trunk that held most of their toys, and doubled as another surface.

He's moving over there already, finding a place comfortable enough to rest his body against, watching her as she moves to stand, to make her way to him. He growls.

"Crawl." Her eyes flicker up to him in question, but she complies, moving across the floor on her hands and knees, keeping her eyes on the floor. She hears him shuffling, and when she looks up his tie and waistcoat are placed neatly near him. She shivers, and when he pats his lap she moves up and into position, draping herself over him, ass raised slightly. "Now, pet...You know what to do."

She waited, anticipation building within her with every second that passed. She could feel his hand moving in the air above her ass, could hear her breath, already reduced to panting as she squirmed in his lap. One arm went over her waist, holding her in place. 

SMACK!

It came just as she had become relaxed, and in response her body jerked, shock shooting through her system at the sudden change.

"Well?" His voice reached her ears as she whimpered and she barely managed to choke out a response. How long would she last if she could barely speak already?

"O..one, Master!" 

SMACK!

Another one, another instance of her body jerking in shock, and as the shock-waves of pleasure and pain rocketed through her she couldn't help but moan just a little.

"Two, Master!"

"You've been a bad girl, pet..." He whispers, leaning down to rest his lips against her ear, his fingers caress her ass as she whimpers. "Haven't you?"

"Y..yes, Master. I have."

"Have what?" He chuckles in her ear and she moans. 

"I've been...I've been a bad girl, Master." 

"Oh, I know..."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She's thankful for the pillow as she buries her face in it, hiding the fact that there are tears streaming down her face now. She doesn't know if they are because of the pleasure, the pain, or the guilt. Because of the punishment, or because she disappointed him. But she sobs, and she counts.

SMACK! SMACK!

His hand slides up her spine and into her hair, tugging on it, pulling her face from the pillow, she whimpers.

"Head out of the pillow, pet. I want to hear you when you scream."

Her arms move to hold her head up, finger moves to her mouth as she moans, his hand snakes back down her back, slowly, languidly. She shudders.

SMACK!

"S...seventeen, Master..." Her clit is throbbing with every sting of sensation that sends its way through her. She desperately wants him to touch her, to stroke her, to bring her pleasure. But she has to deal with the punishment. It is something she needs. She needs the discipline, the structure. She needs to know she's done wrong...and that he forgives her for that.

"Now...Why are you a bad girl?" His hand is caressing her ass gently, fingers moving over the reddened skin, admiring the color as it blossoms on her pale cheeks. 

"I...I..." She gulps, biting her lip. She always had trouble with this sort of thing, the answering the questions. "I...I was supposed to.."

SMACK! SMACK!

"Speak up, pet." His voice is low, a warning, and she shudders.

"N...Nineteen, Master! I was supposed t...to come home earlier, Master...We were going to...going to go out to...to dinner." 

"And?"

"And I didn't come home, Master..." 

"Exactly...I had reservations, pet...Now. Stand, let me look at you."

When she stands, facing him, the smirk that crosses his face makes her shiver. He enjoys seeing that reaction. He enjoys looking at her full stop. He knows she doesn't enjoy her appearance, that it makes her nervous, and he tries to make her feel better about that.

"You're beautiful." He whispers, and she blushes. But a second later it's back to the stony expression of before and she straightens up. "Come here, pet." 

She steps toward him, one step, two. Her hands are twitching at her sides, she wants to wrap her arms around her body, protect herself even though she knows that with him she is safe. 

When she's close enough his arm lashes out and takes her wrist, pulling him close. He leans her, pulling her arm over his shoulder as his other hand glides to her ass, watching the reddened globes with a satisfied smile. His fingers trail gently over the skin, barely a touch and she shudders, gasping.

When she opens her eyes she realizes she can see herself in the mirror and blushes. She's distracted from the thought as his fingers slide down from her ass, trailing across the lips of her pussy. He teases her, and she loves it.

"P...please..." She manages to gasp out as his fingers slide between the folds, she can hear the happy murmuring from him as he notes how absolutely wet she is, and she whimpers. "M...Master..."

His hands move away from her and she whines, pleading, pressing her ass back in hopes of coming into contact with them again, but to no avail. He is smirking as her hips move, as she whimpers. Of course she wants more, she always wants more.

"No, pet. Not just yet." He nudges his legs, indicating that she should stand again, his head motions toward the futon on the floor and she nods, slowly, carefully, making her way over there. As she kneels on the bed she hisses, she can feel the heat emanating from her ass. "Sensitive, pet?" 

She nods, whimpering, eyes moving up to him as he stands, fingers moving to buttons, slowly removing them from their places. She bites her lip. He knows what it does to her, seeing him do that, how she loves to do it herself, and not being able to...She shudders. 

In a moment the shirt is off and dropped to the floor, and he's pushed her back onto the bed. A small wail escapes her as her ass hits the bed, her eyes closing. He's between her legs, staring into her eyes as his hand slid up her thigh.

"Now, pet...I could just fuck you. I could just give you what you want, have you gasping, moaning, begging...And we both know you would love that..." He smirks. "Or...I can make it last longer, I can make you scream with pleasure, and then when you can't take it anymore I will fuck you."

She's writhing beneath him at his words, she can practically feel herself growing more and more wet as he speaks, as his words slither through her mind and leave her shuddering, gasping. He takes her hand in his, smirk turning to grin as he drags it down, pressing it against himself.

"Believe me, pet. I want you as much as you want me. But this is worth waiting for..."

He's moving up the bed toward her, and her arms wrap around his shoulders as he looks into her eyes, smiling sweetly. She knows that smile, it promises her happiness, relief, it promises that she will be writhing in moments if he allows it.

"So..pet." He purrs, nuzzling against her neck, nipping at the skin, causing her back to arch as a low moan leaves her, his hand glides up to her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. Her eyelids flutter. "Are you willing to wait a little? I'm sure you are, you do want to be a good girl don't you?"

The words cause her to gasp, of course she does. Of course she wants to be a good girl, she wants to please him, she wants to make him smile. His lips move to her collarbone, to her breast, she groans, fingers moving to his hair. 

He chuckles against her skin, he can feel her heart beating rapidly just through simple contact, he knows how much she wants him, he's denied her for almost two weeks, he has brought her to the edge time and again and then absolutely refused to let her climax. He has a feeling she won't be able to control herself if he wound her up too much that night...But that didn't mean he wouldn't try. 

"Pet?" He looks up into her eyes as they open, fluttering. She blushes, biting her lip.

"Y..Yes, Master?"

His hand slips down between them, gliding up her thigh and stroking up her slit, she gasps, though it soon turns to whimpers as he slides down the futon to rest between her legs, looking up at her with a salacious grin.

"Don't you dare cum."

He doesn't move, doesn't touch, doesn't even breathe. He just waits. She's whimpering, hips moving as much as he'll allow. There's a few minutes of this before he finally does something, and when he does the sound that leaves her is nothing short of brilliant. 

It's a simple movement, parting his lips and blowing an ever-gentle stream of air out over her glistening pussy. And how she moans, arching her back, hands flying from the blankets to his head, fingers slipping into his hair as her hips buck slightly at the sudden sensation, at the deliciousness of it. 

"Don't cum." He growls again, and she shudders.

"Yes, Master." Her words are followed by his tongue, and a squeal from her, fingers tightening in his hair, a low groan escapes him. 

His tongue glides up between her folds, sampling her juices as he delights in the squeaks and whimpers that begin pouring from her lips. He repeats the action, this time with a little more pressure and she yelps, grasping at his hair and pressing her hips to his face. He obliges, spearing her with his tongue, and she cries out.

Her legs have wrapped around his shoulders, holding him in place as his tongue dances around her, touching everything but her clit. It's driving her insane, all she needs is for him just to touch, just once...and she'll be happy. 

"M..master, please!" She wails as he so very nearly misses it again. She can't take this torture, he hasn't been like this in the last two weeks, he hasn't come this close, and neither has she. 

"Oh no, pet." He murmurs against her, pressing her lips to her pussy before pulling away. "Not just yet. Patience, pet." 

He flips her over onto her stomach, and she moves into position on her knees, elbows on the futon, ass in the air. He grins, she was so well behaved when she wanted to be, and knew just how he liked her. He ran a finger up and down her thighs, over her ass, which was still quite red, dipping into places that made her shiver and murmur and beg. He leaned close, running his tongue up her leg, grinning as she shuddered. 

"M...Master..." 

He paused, raising an eyebrow as she looked back at him. 

"M..master please." He clicks his tongue, sighing. Such an impatient pet, he'd have to teach her the proper uses of being patient...but for now...

He sunk his teeth into her thigh, and she screamed. 

"Now, pet...what is it you want?"

She's sobbing slightly as she tries to recompose herself. It's been a while since he bit her that hard. He's still nibbling at her skin as she tries to speak, his hand has snaked up to her pussy, finger tapping against her clit lightly as the seconds pass. Every time she thinks she can manage a word he taps again and she loses her train of thought, whimpering. 

"M...Master.."

Tap, tap, tap...

"M..Master, pleaseee~" She practically wails the words as she shudders.

Tap, tap, tap...

"Please, what, pet?"

"Fuck me, Master! P...Please!" 

That's all he needed to hear, he grips her legs and flips her back onto her back, leaning over her, his grin wide. He presses himself against her and she groans, hips rocking against his, the mere sensation of feeling him sending delicious sensations straight through her. 

"You know what, pet?" He whispers as he lines himself up with her entrance, dipping in just a little, enough to have her whine, try to get more of him inside, something he won't allow. 

"M...Master?" She's gasping, hands in her hair. She's desperate and he knows it.

"Good girls..." He pauses as she shudders. "They get what they ask for." 

He thrusts into her, neither gentle or slow. She cries out as he does so, a low groan escaping him at the same time. Her head falls to the blanket as she begins to pant, feeling him as he stays there for a few moments, waiting for her to get used to him before he begins to fuck her quite thoroughly.

Each thrust left her panting, hips moving to meet his now he would allow it. She was letting out cries of shock as each time he thrust within her he completely filled her, rocked her body and sent explosions of sensations rocketing through her like fireworks let off in a little room.

He lifts her legs over his shoulders, groaning as he slips deeper into her, adoring her expression of bliss as he sinks into her once more.

His lips find her shoulder as he leans his body forward, and he bites. He bites as he begins fucking her harder and harder. Soon he is moving to the other side, his hand slipping up to her throat, and hearing her strangled groan as he does so makes him grin.

"Do you want to cum, pet?" He growls in her ear over the sound of her cries. Her breath hitches and he chuckles, squeezing her throat a little tighter before releasing, allowing her to gasp in air. "Well?"

"Yes, Master! Please! P...oh God! Please!"

"I'm sure you can beg better than that."

He pauses in his movements and she cries out, clawing at the bed above her head, she wants him to continue, fuck, she was so close, why did he stop, no, no, that's not fair, it's not fair!

But when was he ever fair?

"Come on, pet. Don't you want to cum?" She whines, wrapping her legs and arms around him in some attempt to get him to move again, but it fails, he moves his lips to her ear and chuckles, causing her to gasp. "Beg."

She was shuddering, lip bitten and whimpering. 

"Please, M..Master! P..please! May I c..cum? Please! I...I need to cum, Master, please!" The last word is drawn out as he begins to move again, as he chuckles again, keeping his lips near her ear. 

"Mine." He moans, and she whines softly. "Mine!"

If there was a possibility that he was being gentle before what came now was much less so, she cries out beneath him, breathing in pants, her hips move with his, every thrust, every stroke, she's so close, she's teetering on the edge. 

And when his teeth sink into her shoulder it all just blends into one big moment of pure bliss as she sees stars, hollering beneath him, nails digging into his back, clawing at him as he thrusts deep into her. They're both shuddering now, he stops biting, forehead against her shoulder as he joins her in her cry, groaning. 

And when it's over he remains there, body pressed to hers as they both gasp in little breaths of air. 

Afterwards, when they've recovered, when he's peeled himself away from her, despite her clinging to him, he lies next to her, fingers stroking at the sensitive skin, peppering her with kisses. She's still riding the high of her orgasm, lost in a sea of bliss. 

His touch is feather-light, fingers trailing from her ankle to her knee, knee to her hip. They curve over the area and a little moan leaves her. He smiles. 

"Good girl...My good girl. All mine."

She nods, looking through him through heavily lidded eyes.

"Oh yes, Master...All yours. Always."

After a moment of silence, his fingers still moving across her skin she begins to giggle, her body shaking as she does so. He raises an eyebrow in question, watching as she covers her face as the giggles take over.

"What is it?"

"I...hehe..So...um...Round two?"

He chuckles, moving close, fingers moving from her knee again, only this time they don't hit her hip, she gasps.

"Good girls get what they ask for."



Yes Master



"Please stop, no don't" Suzie could hear these words through her thin apartment walls, you would think she should call the police, but she had been there done that. Suzie remembered that day very well, she panicked and called the police after hearing the same pleas through her wall. She had been there when the police kicked in her neighbor's door, there was her neighbor bound and gagged tied to a chair. How was she supposed to know they were role-playing, Suzie had never had a very adventurous sex life. Now whenever her neighbor Amber would see her in the hall Suzie always knew a death stare was in order, she had never felt so embarrassed. 

Suzie could no longer take the moans and smacking sounds, she grabbed her coat and raced out her door bumping right into a hard body. She looked up meeting Max's tortured eyes, Max was Amber's high school sweetheart, and she immediately put two and two together. "Oh Max I am so sorry, I assumed that was you in there." Suzie frowned knowing she had fantasized about Max doing those things to her, but it wasn't Max doing those things, of course he would never do that. Max was the nice guy type, always helping her with her groceries and holding the doors for her when they met up in the halls.

Max was fuming when Suzie had ran into him, he was pacing back and forth debating beating down the door but knowing deep down he did not want to see what was happening to his now ex girl friend. Max was thankful Suzie had come out, he always felt protective over her and he didn't want her to witness his temper. Suzie was the cutest blonde he had ever seen, she was tiny and pale with a nice round ass that had not been taken over by gravity. "It's ok Suzie, I need to get out of here, would you mind coming to my place for a coffee, I don't want to be alone at the moment." Max looked down at Suzie with softened eyes.

Suzie stood there shocked at what Max had just asked; of course she would keep him company. Max was tall dark and handsome but his eyes were also a dark brown that when he looked at her it felt like he looked right into her soul. "Of course I will come keep you company." Suzie followed Max out and into his car, they drove in silence while Suzie felt this pull like she wanted to hop on his lap and kiss him passionately. She realized how much she loved Max, his softness and kind personality she couldn't wait to get to his house.

Max focused on the road trying not to think about Amber which seemed easy to do with Suzie sitting just inches away. He had always been protective of her making sure she got home ok and helped her with her groceries, but right now all his mind kept drifting to was the image of Suzie tied to his bed her pussy dripping wet for him. He finally pulled into his driveway and helped Suzie out and led her up the stairs and into his foyer he took her coat and peeked down her loose tank top his cock twitched at the site of her nipples hard and waiting to be licked. Max couldn't believe she wasn't wearing a bra he had always thought Suzie was the shy conservative type, maybe he had been wrong.

Suzie walked in and let Max take her jacket she felt her nipples harden, she felt her cheeks heat up at the realization that she had not put a bra on in her haste to escape her apartment. She spun around and smiled up at Max "Could I use the washroom please?" Suzie asked Max knowing her nipples were well visible through her thin tank top.

Max chuckled and pointed upstairs "Of course you can, you don't have to ask me Suzie." Max watched Suzie's ass sway as she walked up the stairs, he wanted to smack her ass and make her do whatever he pleased. His cock was pushing against his jeans hard as a rock, he couldn't stop his mind wandering. Max started to think Suzie had escaped out his upstairs window, she had been 15mins already, Max started walking up the stairs. He checked the bathroom, but she was not there he frowned not understanding why she would leave. Max walked to his bedroom to grab his cell phone but when he stepped around the corner and into his bedroom he couldn't believe the sight in front of him.

Suzie had finished in the bathroom and as she walked out she wondered what Max's bedroom looked like. Suzie walked in and gasped, right in the middle of the room was a weird looking contraption. Suzie walked over to it and bent over placing her arms and head in the correct spots suddenly she hear a click and the top lowered down trapping her. "oh no, oh no" Suzie tried pulling and tugging but nothing worked she couldn't move just then she heard someone walk in. "Max I am so sorry, I was just curious" Suzie could feel her face burning from embarrassment. 

Max grinned he couldn't let this opportunity pass him by, Suzie was trapped bent over for him to do as he pleased, if she protested he would stop, but if she didn't, his cock throbbed in his pants. "Well what do we have here, Christmas came early" Max smirked as he watched Suzie's wiggling freeze. "Maybe I should unwrap my gift" Max reached around and unbuttoned Suzie's shorts; he slid them down slowly giving her plenty of time to stop him. He stepped back and admired her nice round ass; she was wearing a pink thong that showed off her pussy nicely. "Now spread your legs" Max said in a harsh tone.

Suzie was still in shock, a very excited shock her pussy was twitching she knew Max was admiring her ass as she was bent over still trapped in this contraption. She hesitated when she heard his harsh tone, she had never heard him speak that way. Suddenly he smacked her ass three times each time he rested his hand on her cheek for a second. Suzie felt the stinging after but she also felt her pussy moisten. Suzie immediately spread her legs as wide as she possibly could and mumbled "sorry."

"You will not hesitate when I ask you something or you will be punished, do you understand?" Max asked.

"Yes, I understand." Suzie said feeling extremely turned on. He was going to control her she thought, then another hard smack left her right ass cheek aching, Suzie winced.

"You will address me as Master, you are my slave tonight, so what do you say?" Max ordered.

"Yes M..master" Suzie stuttered a bit with excitement and confusion.

"Do you trust me Suzie?" Max asked softly not wanting to scare her away.

"Yes Master" Suzie answered without hesitation.

"Good, now I am going to fuck your tight little asshole, and you cannot do anything about that can you?" Max grinned wondering if she would let him go that far.

"Master, please don't do that." Suzie had never done anal sex before, it had always made her nervous. She felt another smack on her left cheek this time she winced and ached for his touch.

"You will let me do it and you will enjoy it." Max yanked down her thong and slid his finger inside her pussy. "You are already excited, aren't you?"

"Yes Master" Suzie moaned as he swirled his finger around inside her. He pulled it out and she jumped slightly as she felt his finger slide into her ass hole, he moved it around then slid another finger in. She bit her lip and moaned loving the feel of his fingers moving in and out.

"mmm your ass is so tight, but I think it's almost ready for my cock" Max slid his fingers out and walked around to face Suzie, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "Now I want you to get my cock nice and wet for your ass." Max pushed his cock into Suzie's mouth, he groaned as she sucked and swirled her tongue around the head. 

Suzie sucked harder after hearing his groans all she wanted was too please him too make him cum. He pulled away abruptly and walked behind her, she felt the head of his cock ease into her ass, she clenched and held breath.

"Suzie, you need to relax." Max could feel her body tense so he was going to try a different approach. He pulled out of her ass and shoved his cock deep into her soaked pussy with one smooth motion. He continued in and out slowly teasing her, "What do you want?" Max asked.

"I want to cum Master." Suzie could feel her pussy spasming she knew she was close, suddenly he pulled away and she moaned missing the feeling. She felt his cock push into her ass and his fingers were in her mouth, she sucked on them until they were drenched. He pulled them out of her mouth and began teasing her clit, Suzie moaned and squirmed wanting to pull away from the over whelming pleasure but she couldn't move.

"That's right, you're going to take my cock." Max began to push his cock in and out of her ass, he groaned loving how tight her ass was.

Suzie felt her orgasm tear through her body "oh Max yes!" Suzie nearly passed out from the pleasure.

Max groaned and pumped a few more times then he filled her ass with his hot cum. Just then Maxed heard Amber's voice behind him. 

"What the fuck is this!"



Yes Master



This story is a follow on to "Yes Mistress" written by SplendidSpunk. Please feel free to read that either before or after this one. SplendidSpunk and I are now collaborating on a third volume which will be published under my name.

~ B.C

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I could barely concentrate as I stared at my computer screen. My hands were inching down my heaving chest towards my pussy even though they should not be. It was easy to get caught. Even though my secretary knew that walking in without knocking was prohibited, it's fairly easy for people to break the rules. Like I was doing now. I couldn't help it just thinking about last night with Kevin has me on the edge. I was on the edge of my seat, the edge of my control, the edge of my peak just before I came. 

Kevin was my lover, my slave, my master all wrapped in one beautiful package. He stood tall at 6'4 with brown hair and blue eyes. He was handsome in every way possible and oh so desirable. He was the best fuck slut I've ever had and also the best Master. We'd switch roles last night after I'd fucked him roughly with my strap-on. It's my turn now to be the slave, the dirty slut and I was so anxious for the night to come. Crossing my legs, I clinched them tight. Preventing me from slipping a finger inside my pussy but the effect was just the opposite. Pleasure shot straight to my pussy and I clutched the edge of my desk trying to fight off the orgasm that was threatening to roll through me. I knew Kevin wouldn't permit me to masturbate without his permission so I fought it. It's easy to say that he isn't here with me so what the hell, I can disobey him. But he'll easily be able to tell, with Kevin my emotions are laid out on the table. If he knew that I went against his orders, I'd surely face punishment. 

Just at that thought I moaned and laid my head on my desk, trying my best to control my raging hormones. I didn't know how much longer I could hold off but I had to. I HAD to. If I wanted to please him, I had to. Groaning, I lifted my head. I took a deep breath and exhaled. My sensitive nipples rubbed against my silk shirt and I moaned. My nights with Kevin always had me like this. He was like a drug and I was suffering from major withdrawal right now. I shifted in my seat and looked at the computer screen. Determined to please my Master, I commenced typing. Though I wanted to give in, I knew that the consequences would be severe so work would have to distract me.

Later that night, I arrived home and prepared for a shower. Stripping in the bathroom, I was so close to stepping in the shower when I heard my phone ring. I ran back into my bedroom and saw it was Kevin. I immediately answered and he issued his directions.

"Come to me now, as you are. Don't keep me waiting." Then he hung up.

My heart raced rapidly. I felt the pulse in my fingertips and toes. I looked down at myself and groaned. I was only wearing my black slip and nothing else. How could I possibly go outside like this? I couldn't. Could I? Then I thought about my time limit. Kevin wasn't exactly keen on lateness and I always had a small window when traveling from my house to his since we didn't live too far apart. I swallowed and looked at myself once again before grabbing my keys with shaky hands. Once out the door, I trotted to my car and got in. Even though it was dark out, my neighbors could be relatively nosey. Driving off, I noticed that my nipples were hard and rubbing against the soft material of my slip. I bit my lip as I felt wetness pool between my legs. Even though I was embarrassed I was very much excited. 

The drive to Kevin's house didn't take long. I walked towards his door and let myself in. Kneeling in the foyer, I faced the doorway and waited for my Master to walk through. I must have been there for a long time because my knees were getting sore but soon he walked through the door. I couldn't see the expression on his face since my eyes were downcast, looking at my crossed hands in my lap but I heard his moan of approval and I knew it was at my obedience more than my outfit. 

He walked around me without acknowledging my existence. He was gone for a few minutes then he returned and I felt a collar being wrapped around my neck. I knew what this meant. Tonight I would be tied up and pushed to my limits. I shuddered but showed no other signs of excitement. He walked around and stood in front of me. Then his voice cut into the silence.

"Look at me."

I raised my head and looked him straight in his blue eyes like he always wanted me to. 

"Are you ready for our night, slut?"

"Yes, Master."

"I put that collar around your neck, do you know why?"

"Yes. It's because I'm a slut and I should be collared to show my obedience and how much of a fuck slut I am."

He smirked and crouched down before me. "Tonight we are going to try something a little different. Do you trust me?"

"Yes Master, always." I couldn't help to be curious about why he'd asked that but I knew that I'd find out when the time was right.

"Good girl. You may stand. Now go to the room, strip and kneel like I've shown you to do."

I stood on wobbly legs and thanked him before walking up the stairs to the room. It was a guest bedroom that was turned into Dom/sub bedroom months ago. Chains hung from the ceiling and floor in the middle of the room and a bench was off to the far right. I walked toward it and slid out of the slip, mindful of the need that was calling for me to appease it. Climbing onto the padded bench, I kneeled facing away from the door; face down with my ass in the air. The cool air caressed my hot pussy and I fought back a moan, not wanting my Master to know that I was enjoying this. 

A while later, I felt a hand on my lower back and I almost moaned from the contact. But when I felt a finger thrust into my soaking pussy, I cried out into the bench. I didn't move, I couldn't, not without permission. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with two, then three. Another finger came down and flicked my clit. I groaned but held still. Mindful of the hand caressing my back and the fingers playing with my pussy I wondered how all of it was possible but at the same time I didn't care. My cunt was finally being pleasured after such a long day of being on edge. 

The hand traveled up my back and around to my breast and tweaked my nipples. At the same time, the fingers in my pussy began to move faster and faster. I felt my body begin to tremble as the pent up orgasm began to roll through me. Then suddenly, the hands disappeared and I felt such a sense of longing and emptiness that I whimpered desperately. I was so close. I could feel it but I knew that my Master would take care of me.

"Look at me." He ordered once again. 

I raised my head and saw him smiling down at me. Happiness spread through me but it was quickly replaced by nervousness as I sensed someone standing behind me. I began to turn my head but Master grabbed my hair and turned me back around.

"Did I tell you that you can move, slut?"

"No, Master." I whispered.

"Where should your eyes be?"

"On yours, Master."

When I looked back into his eyes, I could see the anger and lust within them. I shook with excitement when he roughly let my hair go, straightening it back out again.

"You're such a good slut, don't disappoint me. Lay on the bench in 'ready' position."

With that, I carried out his orders. I laid on my back horizontally across the bench. My legs were spread wide, hips on the edge, arms spread to the sides and my head hanging over the edge. Just then, I saw a man standing at the foot of the bench. His grey eyes seemed to bore into me, taking in every detail of my desire deprived body. He was an inch or so shorter than Kevin but he had the same build. He was very handsome, in a rugged way with shoulder length black hair. I saw the handcuffs in his hands and I knew that he was here for more than watching. My heart rate sped up again as I realized that he was the one who finger fucked me. My nipples hardened even more at that thought and he grinned at my reaction. He took the fingers that were in my pussy and brought them to his lips. His tongue flicked out and he moaned when he tasted my juices. I whimpered at the sight, wishing he was between my legs licking my pussy instead. He smiled and winked. He knew I wanted him even though I was trying to ignore it. 

"Slut, this is Ron. He's a beginning Dom and he wants to learn more about D/s, so we are going to help him. You may greet him."

"Hello, Ron. I'm fuck slut. I'm here to serve."

Ron's face brightened up with a beautiful smile. Master walked next to him and nodded. They both commenced cuffing me to the bench, connecting the leather cuffs to chains attached to the bench. I laid still.

Once they were done, they stood back and admired their handy work. Ron spoke up.

"Beautiful."

"She is isn't she?" Master responded.

I didn't say anything. I just watched these two gorgeous men watching me and I slipped further into submissive mode. I could feel my juices slipping from my pussy down to the bench. Master followed the track of liquid and he smiled.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you slut?"

"Yes, Master. Very much so." 

"Good. There's more, much more."

I shuddered and gritted my teeth, not wanting to make a sound. Master rounded the bench again and he lifted my head and wrapped a silk scarf around me. My other senses were at an all time high now. I could smell the essence of my pussy in the air. I could hear my ragged breathing. I could feel someone moving around the bench hovering over me before they sucked my nipple into their mouth. I arched my back and moaned as they sucked and bit my nipple to full erection. 

Then suddenly, pain so sharp engulfed my breast and I cried out, pulling on the handcuffs. At the same time another mouth came down and sucked on my clit while a mouth came down on my other nipple. They pulled it deep into their mouth and nibbled on it sending pleasure bursting throughout my body. I gasped and writhed as much as I could, wishing that my ankles weren't cuffed to the bench. Then suddenly pain shot through me again from my clit and my right nipple. The pleasure and pain was a bit too much and I felt so close to cumming. 

"Master, may I...may I..." 

I couldn't finish my question. My breathing was so ragged and my pussy was throbbing intensely. My clit and my nipples ached from what I knew were clamps and it felt so damn good. 

Taking a deep breath, I asked again. "Master, may I cum?"

"Do you really need to, slut?" I felt his breath between my thighs and I knew it was he who was licking my pussy.

"Yes, Master."

"Slut, you do know that if you cum now, you won't be able to again unless Ron and I allow it or until we're done with you."

I nodded hurriedly. I really didn't give a shit I just needed to cum again. I was barely holding back now. I was barely holding on to my control. My breathing escalated as I waited for their next move. I knew my Master was contemplating my request and I bit my lip, wishing he'd hurry. Suddenly someone tugged on the chain and my body erupted into a massive orgasm. My control slipped heavily, it completely disappeared. I was shuddering and moaning for such a long time.

I heard Ron say, "She's such a fuck slut. So hot. Look at her, she loves this."

Master didn't answer instead I heard a zipper being unzipped and some rustling in the background. I was so anxious to know what was going on that I whimpered. I heard a husky laugh in the background than someone began touching my legs once again. Rough calloused hands so much like my Master's traveled up my legs to the top of my thighs then they slid in between. I thrust my hips but the hands continued moving slowly until they got to my spread pussy lips. A finger slipped inside and I moaned. Then suddenly a vibrator was thrust inside and turned on low. I opened my mouth and gasped then a cock was thrust deep into my mouth. 

The night had just begun.

I sucked it deeper and teased it with my tongue. This wasn't my Master's cock. I knew every vein and ridge, every little taste of my Master's cock and I knew that this was Ron. I moaned around him with pleasure of knowing that I'm tasting a new cock and Ron groaned. Ron thrust deeper until he hit the back of my throat. He began fucking into my mouth slowly. In and out. I sucked on the tip as he pulled all the way out. In and out. He thrust back in and groaned. In and out. The vibrator was turned up to another level and I moaned, aware of the fact that I couldn't cum unless permitted. I needed Ron to cum, now. 

He thrust in again and began to fuck the back of my throat. He grabbed my head and held me still as he fucked my mouth, hard and fast. I pulled on the chains. I wanted to touch him so badly, to feel that hard cock in my hands as he moved in and out of my wet, willing mouth. He thrust in again and I whimpered. I could feel my pussy throbbing, yearning for me to touch it. I loved sucking cock, I could cum just thinking about it and right now wasn't any different.

"Come on, slut. Suck it." He growled.

Determined to make him cum, I clamped my lips around his twitching cock and sucked hard every time he pulled out. He growled loudly and thrust deep. His cock twitched before spurting all of his cum deep into my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but some of his cum spilled from the side of my mouth and rolled into my hair. He pulled his still hard cock from out of my mouth and pulled the blindfold harshly from my face.

I was writhing and moaning on the bench. The vibrator felt so good in my pussy that it didn't register what he did until I saw him standing naked above me, his long, thick cock hovering over my face. It was beautiful. The purpled head still dripped cum which spilled onto my lips. I licked it up hungrily wanting more. He smiled down at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. 

"You want this cock again, don't you, slut?"

I didn't answer but moaned as the vibrator was pulled out and pushed back in again. My breathing was far too labored for me to speak. Master growled at me.

"Answer him."

"Yes Sir, I do want your cock again." 

Ron smiled at Master. "You've trained her so well."

I lifted my head and watched as Master stood and stripped before us both. His muscled body showed signs of strain. His hard cock, twitched as I stared at it. I licked my lips wanting to taste it but Master had other plans for me. Not to be out done by Ron's display earlier, he slid the vibrator out of me and thrust his hard cock deep inside me. My head fell back and I cried out. I don't know how much of this I could take. I was already regretting my decision to cum earlier. Sometimes my greed got the best of me, and this time I wish it didn't. 

Master grabbed my hips and began fucking me slowly. I felt everything. The thick head rubbed against my pussy walls as he thrust, sending tingles to my nipples. I whimpered, wanting more. He always knew how to tease me, make me want more but make me wished he'd stop all at once. He groaned as I gripped his cock with my pussy walls. His pleasure was my pleasure and I wanted him to cum. Not because I wanted to cum soon even though I did but because I wanted to please him. 

Gripping my hips, he held me still as he fucked me hard and fast. His cock hit spots that always drove me crazy. I moaned and gasped with each thrust. Ron still stood above me, his cock fully hard now as he stroked it in time to Master's thrust. I felt a sensual overload. My body began to tremble and I knew that any moment I would cum without my Master's permission. I held still trying to divert my attention elsewhere. But again, Master had other plans. He pulled out and placed the tip of his cock at my asshole. I groaned and shook my head, knowing that if he took my ass, I'd surely cum and face punishment.

Master showed no mercy as he thrust inside, not caring about the short bout of pain that I felt. I yelped but he continued to thrust in until he bottomed out. He grabbed my hips once again and began to fuck my ass now. I moaned and shook my head; trying to warn him about my need to cum. Ron chuckled and gripped the chain between his fingers. When Master thrust back in again, he pulled the chain hard and I arched off the bench. A wave of pain and pleasure so intense rolled through me. I could feel everything now. My body was hyper-sensitive and I knew that if he pulled the chain again I was a goner.

"Please, not again, Sir. Please, no." I whispered desperately.

He ignored me and waited for Master to thrust in once again before pulling the chain harder than ever before. I wailed and came around Master's cock. I mumbled my apologies but I couldn't stop the trembling as my body was wrapped up in euphoric bliss. I shivered and shook, feeling a twist of sadness and pleasure as my orgasm subsided. Master grabbed the chain from Ron and pulled on it and held it still. He stalled his thrusts and barked at me.

"What have you done?" 

I looked up at him and winced as I saw raw disappointment flashing in his blue eyes. I didn't know what else to do but mumble my apologies softly but he completely ignored me. 

Shaking his head, he said.

"Slut, you've went against my orders. You know that you must face severe punishment. Untie her."

Master pulled out and unclipped the leather cuffs from the chains. Ron did the same to my arms. Master pulled me up and walked me to the center of the room, hooking the chains from the ceiling to the cuffs on my wrists. Ron did the same procedure with the chains on the floor. I stood spread-eagled and shivering in the middle of the room. Regret filled my heart and I was saddened by Master's displeasure in me. I never enjoyed disappointing him but I did enjoy the punishment. 

Master turned away from me and grabbed the leather whip off of the wall. I cringed and moaned inwardly. 

He turned toward me and said softly.

"I want you to count every hit, slut. Understood?"

"Yes, Master." 

Then the first hit came, slashing across my breast. The leather whips connected with the clamps, pushing them down onto my nipples before wrenching them to the side. Pain so severe shot through me and I wailed but counted.

"One! Thank you, Master."

The next hit, slashed across my shoulders. It stung heavily and tears formed in my eyes. I was aware of Ron standing to the side, watching every strike with obvious excitement.

"Two! Thank you, Master."

The next hit was one I wasn't prepared for. Master swung the whip and it collided with the clamp on my clit. I cried out loudly, trying to breathe through the pain. I felt my world darkening somewhat but I fought hard against it.

"Three! Thank y-you, Master." 

The punishment continued until I counted to twenty and Ron and Master switched places. Tears were running heavily down my face now but I knew my punishment was far from over. Ron walked behind me and I felt the first hit on my ass. I yanked and arched my back, the clamps pulled tight and I wailed again. My body was enveloped in an intense mix of pain and pleasure. I thanked Ron and he continued. He swung again and the whip slashed across my back. I made a mistake and arched my back again, pulling tight on the chains. 

"Two! Thank you, Sir."

Soon, the pain disappeared and I began moaning, wetness leaked from my pussy and slid down my legs. I continued thanking him until I counted to twenty again. I slumped against the chains and groaned, slightly disappointed that the punishment was over. Both men unhooked me and I fell to the floor, weak and heaving from pain. Ron lifted my hips and thrust into me from behind. I moaned and pushed back onto him. His cock filled me to the hilt. He wasn't as thick as my Master but he made up for it with length. He fucked me relentlessly and Master knelt in front of me, thrusting his cock into my mouth. 




Yes Master



I sucked and fucked both men with reckless abandon. I was in another world. The pain disappeared and I was surrounded by nothing but pleasure. Ron's cock felt so good as he pushed and pulled. Master's cock was so tasty as he dipped in and out. I gripped Ron's cock with my pussy and sucked on Master's cock harder. Both men groaned and thrust deeper into me. Further than I thought either of them could go. I felt the tip of Master's cock hit the back of my throat and I held still as he fucked my mouth. 

Ron pulled out of me and said, "I have an idea."

He laid on his back and ordered me to turn and sit on his cock. I did as he asked and he pulled me down onto his chest. I automatically knew what was about to happen and I shivered in his arms. Master knelt behind me and pushed his thick cock into my ass. I moaned loudly and both men thrust deep into me. I felt so full, like I was about to burst. I groaned as I began thrusting my hips, my clit rubbed against Ron's cock as he thrust hard. Master pulled my hair and I gasped as he rode my ass. His balls slapped against my ass cheeks and I whimpered. This felt so fucking good and I wanted to cum but I had disappointed Master already. I was never allowed to cum before him so my mission now was to make these two men cum.

Sitting up, my back collided with Master's chest and he pulled the chain connecting my nipples and clit. I whimpered but rode both men harder. They moaned and groaned. I lifted my hips and came down hard on them both and Ron was the first to break. He spurted his seed deep inside me, arching his back as he thrust deeper and deeper still. Then Master pulled harder on the chain as he thrust one last time before spilling his cum inside me. I moaned and milked them both as I too began to tremble. My body erupted in a massive orgasm and I cried out before slumping onto Ron's chest. 

We stayed like that for a while. Nothing but the sound of uneven breathing filled the room. Master was the first to move. He pulled out of me and picked me up, Ron's cock slid out of me and I groaned. My body felt so empty and hollow. I stood on wobbly legs and Master pulled Ron up on his feet. We walked to Master's bedroom and I felt their cum seeping from between my thighs with each step. 

Master picked me up and laid me on the bed and spread my legs. He knelt down and licked the cum seeping from my pussy and I moaned. Ron knelt down beside me and unhooked the clamps. I cried out at the pain as blood flowed to my nipples and clit. Master licked on my clit and Ron sucked my nipples, exchanging the pain for pleasure. I was too weak to move and soon so were they. They slumped down beside me and wrapped their arms around me. 

I looked at both men and smiled menacingly. "Hey, you guys want to switch D/s positions?"

Both men groaned and I laughed.



Yes Master



"Anything to please you, Master." I spoke softly to the mountain of a man in front of me. His 6'7", impressively muscled body towered over me.

"Is that so?" he asked. "I think we'll put that to the test, see just how obedient you are." I could see his mind was racing with thoughts, thoughts of extremely wild commands for me. I could only imagine the extent of them.

This was my test, my interview, if you will. I had asked him to be my Master some time back, and finally he gave me a chance.

My first order was simple, I was to clean him entirely with my tongue. I did just that, slowly and thoroughly I cleansed his entire body, finishing at his feet. And there I remained, kneeling. I bowed my head as I waited for the next order. 

The knock at the door was unexpected, he must have had this all planned already. In came several people, I counted seven, 3 women and 4 men. They all looked me over as if I were a farm animal up for auction, fondling and prodding as they did. 

"This is your test, your chance to show me what a good little slut you're going to be. You will tend to the needs of all of us, licking pussy, sucking cock, rimming, whatever we say. And if someone bends you over and rams a cock up your ass, you will take it, without a sound. Is that understood, whore?" 

I nodded, "Yes, Master." It was difficult to hide the excitement I felt. The prospect of having all these people fucking me had made my pussy hot and wet. "Where shall I begin?"

"Suck my cock," he said, "and do it well. Make me proud to be your Master." 

Immediately I moved to his semi-swollen dick, releasing it from the confines of his clothing. This was the first time I had set eyes on his manhood, and I was mesmerized by the perfection before me. Even without being fully erect it was much larger than I was used to seeing. I would guess 10 inches at half-staff, I dared not imagine how much larger it would become. 

Taking it in both hands, I began to lick and kiss the perfectly shaped helmet. The taste of his flesh excited me as I took him slightly into my warm wet mouth. Wrapping my lips snugly, I flicked and caressed him with my tongue. I kept my eyes on his face as each stroke deepened, drawing him in. He was growing harder and longer, and I was worried I might not be able to satisfy him due to his size. 

Someone behind me grabbed my hips and pulled me back. It was a masculine touch, but I had no way of identifying whose hands they were. Master was holding me by my hair so I wouldn't be drawn away from his cock. I was bent over more exposing my holes to the group. I braced myself for whatever came next. My pussy juices had to be visible to all by now, drops were forming on my lips.

The cock that was rammed in my ass startled me as if I didn't know it was coming. As I let out a gasp, Master shoved his cock deeper in my mouth to my throat. My eyes watered as I struggled to breathe, but I dared not pull away for fear of failing to please Master. 

As he backed out slightly I drew a few panting breaths, and the discomfort eased as the cock moved in and out of my ass. 

I now felt fingers exploring and probing my pussy, they were the soft fingers of a woman. Her touch was anything but gentle though. 

Master removed himself from my mouth, pushing me hard against the now pounding strokes of the cock behind me. With his foot he spread my legs apart, allowing room for the onslaught that was to come. Or so I thought. 

One of the women was positioning herself in front of me, legs spread wide. "Lick her!" Master's deep voice commanded. And as I leaned forward to do so, my hands were grabbed and pulled behind me. The handcuffs clicked as the were tightened on my wrists. I almost lost my balance, but the man behind caught me at the hips.

This isn't what I expected at all, but if this is what it takes to please Master then I'll do it.

The bondage and use of me continued for some time. My mouth was occupied alternately by cock and pussy, back and forth until everyone there had filled my mouth with their cum. They all had some kind of special request from me...one woman wanted her clit sucked hard and fast, while another told me to use long slower strokes with my tongue service her hole, and the other wanted something different still. I thought to myself, "how am I going to remember who wants what done? Master will be disappointed with me if I can't"

When my mouth was near the point of utter exhaustion and my holes had been occupied by all in attendance, whether by cock or strap-on, I was released from the cuffs.

"You are allowed 5 minutes for a refreshment and restroom break, no more. You're to watch the time and be in your place, if not punishment will follow." To say Master was serious about the control would be a massive understatement. He was very experienced in the matter. And I was assured by this that I had made the right choice of men to be my Master. Before I walked away, Master added, "You're doing very well tonight, I may just have to shop for a collar immediately." I melted with the smile he gave me with that compliment. Definitely, he was the Master for me.

When I returned everyone was relaxing and chatting comfortably, I could tell that this was a normal occurrence for this group. Master glanced quickly at the time, I was a minute and a half early. He smiled his approval of this.

"Time to change things up a bit, my awesome little slut." he said. "Now we will see your initiative to please and act on your own. Take care of business, princess, it's in your hands to seal the deal now."

Instinctively I knelt at his feet and kissed his toes gently, then raised my eyes slightly to see if this was where I was to begin. He laughed, "You do what you anticipate me wanting, I'm not giving you guidance. I want to see if you are in tune with me on your own. As my property you are expected to know what I want almost before I do...let's see if you do."

I smiled humbly, but inside me was something else entirely. I had no doubt that I would excel at this, but I didn't want to appear too proud yet.

Revived by my confidence, I began to suck his cock with a passion and desire that he couldn't have anticipated. Not only pleasing him, but arousing and igniting a firing within myself. As the flames grew to an inferno, I reach out to either side of him and began to rub and play with a couple of the women. Fingering their pussies with a talent they obviously hadn't expected judging by the looks on their faces.

I moved over to one side and began licking one of the hot wet snatches. Darting my tongue in and out of her hole, bringing her quickly to the crest of an orgasm. After lapping up every drop of her cream I moved to the other side and repeated it for this lady, bringing forth the same result. I looked around for the other woman, I found her sitting on the floor behind me. She was leaning back against one of the men and he was holding her legs up and back, allowing me greater access to her pretty pussy. Once more I skillfully brought an orgasm. 

This left only the men to attend to, and I was more than ready after all that pussy. My thoughts now were, "It's about time, I feel like a cockaholic going through Dts." 

Stroking and licking Masters cock for a moment first, I motioned for the men to come closer. As they did, I turned around and sat on Masters lap, sliding my tight pussy down over his huge shlong. "MMMMM Yes! That's it princess!" he moaned loudly. I moved deeper and gripped his cock with my cunt hearing his praise.

Encouraged by the thought of being his completely, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around one of the waiting pieces of hard meat and reached out to grasp two more. It became apparent that this wasn't sufficient, not everyone was included. So I asked Master to please move and lie down so I could turn around and ride him, explaining that I wanted to make my ass available for one of the men to fuck and still be able to suck as well. He agreed it was a good idea and moved. 

The feel of his enormous tool penetrating me from this direction was incredible, I almost came at once. But since this wasn't about me I fought it. I then asked for one of the guys to take my other hole while another still fucked my mouth. The others were left to be stroked by hand for the time being. 

Master was holding me still as he and the man behind me found a rhythm they were both comfortable with, allowing them to both move deep and fast in my holes at the same time. I could feel the cocks growing harder and thicker inside me as I slurped and sucked on the third. Almost in unison the moans came from Master and the back door guy as they exploded and shot their hot loads in me. I could no longer hold back, I came intensely. It was a flood of pussy juices mixed with their sticky jizz. I smiled apologetically at Master as I move to climb off his cock. I didn't want to separate from him at all, but I knew he would want me to complete the task and satisfy everyone. 

"Don't worry princess, I'll have you all to myself plenty of times. You're doing just what you should." then he hugged me tight and whispered, "You're incredible, I'm not letting you go anywhere. Consider yourself My property from here on out." 

I blinked quickly trying to fight the tears welling up in my eyes. I was so grateful, hearing this drove me on and I turned to one of the men that I had been stroking. Taking his cock in my mouth, I moved with a hunger, starving to please even more. The intensity of the sucking drew his load out very quickly, and I swallowed every last drop. 

Next I turned to the other hand recipient, and again sucked and relieved him of his load swiftly. Leaving only the man that had been in front of me as I rode Master. He was stroking his own cock, and appeared to be at the brink of blowing one already. I told him to hold on one second as I stood and bent over, spreading my ass wide for him to fuck me. "Take your pick." I said. 

He chose my ass as he said, "It's only right after what just transpired between you and your new Master. I don't want to detract from what you two obviously just shared."

"Thank you for that." I said "You are an awe person to take the feelings of a lowly submissive into consideration like that." I almost felt unworthy to be fucking such a wonderful group of people. People that I now considered very good friends.

After everyone had called it a night and headed home, Master and I laid together on the bed. He had his strong arms around me protectively as we talked about the events of the night, simmering in the warmth of it all. "You have definitely made an impression on my friends as well as myself." he spoke softly in my ear. "You have earned the right to call me Master, but honestly, I didn't expect anything else." 

"Thank you, Sir. I will only continue to make you happy. I am so proud to have you for my Master, but I don't feel worthy of your kindness. I will always feel the need to show you so much that you could only want to keep me."

"And that, my sexy little pet, is what a being a submissive is all about. You'll do fine." And with that he kissed me deeply, bringing forth the inferno once again.

This time he made love to me, and I completely lost myself. I finally felt complete.



Yes Master!



Ooc: This is just a spur of the moment story I wrote, It's got nothing to do with the series I am writing, these are just B stories, if you will. I hope you like it, and any feedback would be fantastic!

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Karina felt like she was going to explode. She knew she was so ready to give in, hardly able to hold on anymore, but she refused to give him the satisfaction, not yet. She could feel him ramming himself into her, close to giving in to the pressure building up within him. She had to admit, despite some of the weird things he was into, he was good at what he was doing. Eventually he released, pulling out of her just in time to cover her in his substance. She barely had time to react before he pushed her to her kneed and forced himself into her mouth. She immediately gagged, but soon got herself under control. She knew he was only going to be more brutal if she didn't do as he wanted, even if she wouldn't mind him getting any worse. He held the back of her head, forcing her to have no choice but to suck him off. A tear rolled down her cheek, but it wasn't something she needed to hide. He'd hurt her more if he noticed, not that she minded. It was all the better in her opinion. She could feel him hardening already, and was barely able to hide her smirk. He held both hands to her head, face fucking her for a minute of two, her continuing to suck and swallow him as he continued to force himself into her.

He eventually pulled out of her mouth, pushing her backwards onto the bed and attaching the handcuffs before flipping her over. That would easily show her who was boss. She lay on her back on the bed, unable to sit back up, which was just the way he liked it. His hands were on her in a matter of seconds, rough and greedy as ever he was. It was always the same in the one respect, he didn't care. Anything but his own pleasure meant nothing, but in the end, his pleasure was hers. His hands held her breasts tight, pushing them against her until it was painful. She responded with a cry, only spurring him on with it. She moaned loudly, feeling him against her again. She was almost at the point where she could hardly control herself anymore, she was twitching and trembling, unable to hold on much longer, but she knew that even after she let go, he couldn't be done with her, not for a long time. She closed her eyes, still refusing to let herself give in, but as soon as he thrust into her again, she knew it was time to start afresh. She let out a sharp scream, shouting his name as she felt herself cum. It was fantastic, better than ever, even as he continued to rip her apart from the inside. He was in control; she didn't matter, even if she could hardly move now thanks to the twitching. He wasn't finished yet. 

"Say it!" He growled, his voice full of dominance as he pounded into her, causing her to gasp once more, before pulling out of her and pushing her off the bed so she landed on her knees. His hand hit her hard on the ass, causing her to shout out again, spurring him on further. A growl erupted from his throat as he tore into her, his hands tight on her ass. He had positioned himself carefully, barely having given her the time to catch her breath. He slapped her again, forcefully pounding into her again. She couldn't support herself anymore, but he had his ways of holding himself on through the night. She gave in a lot earlier than him, and there had been nights where he had had to finish off by hand. He grunted each time he thrusted into her, feeling the pressure building up already. 

Karina was barely able to keep her breath, but she couldn't stop herself from shouting. "Oh God!" She could already feel the difference in him as he built up again, knowing that he was starting to get there again.

"Say it!" He growled, slapping her ass again, a red mark searing permanently into her skin. 

"Yes master!" She shouted. "Fuck me hard!!" She could hardly contain her voice, but she didn't care. If it disturbed the other hotel guests, they could go and wait by the pool until she was finished. She shouted again anyway, just to prove her point. "Oh Fuck Yes, Master!" She moaned loudly, receiving another slap for her trouble, before he responded in grunts again. Her fists clenched, still in the handcuffs, as she could feel herself giving in again. She was dripping on the floor, but she didn't care. She felt like screaming, it wouldn't be the first time, seeings as the pain was getting too much. She shouted out, trembling again, forcing herself to let him do whatever he wanted to her. 

"Fuck Me Hard! Oh master, Fuck me! I Am Your Toy! I'm Only Here For You!" Her words had the desired effect. He began pumping harder into her, the speed increasing to almost inhuman. His stamina was incredible! She could practically hear his movements, and feel the slap of his balls against her skin. "Fuck Me, You Beast!" She shouted, louder than before. He almost roared, grasping her hands and pulling her up from the ground, still standing, and continued to fuck her. 

"Ahh!" The pain between her shoulder blades was incredible, but the pain was nothing. It made it all the better, if anything. She had no control anymore, it was all him. The pressure within him was building up, and it wasn't hard to tell as he practically grew inside her. "Ahh! Cum Inside, My Master! Don't... Don't Hold Back! I Want You Forever Inside Me!" She shouted. Everytime their nights led to something like this, she became louder and louder. Not that the mood was ever lost over this. It meant it was just getting better and better!

He growled, thrusting into her hard, but not letting himself go. He held her hands back, before dropping her on the bed. He pulled out of her, releasing the handcuffs, leaving her groaning and twitching for little over a second. He could feel the pressure inside him massively, but he had better ideas than to just let go. "On your knees." He ordered, and she obeyed without hesitation. She barely had to make a move and she had her mouth around him, sucking him dry, running her tongue over him as she slipped inside, no gagging this time. He moaned loudly, leaning back over her on the bed. He moved quickly, swinging her legs up onto the bed. She smirked, crawling on top of him, pulling on his dick a little, rubbing it between her breasts. 

He knew she always gave better jobs when she was also receiving a little pleasure, so he wrapped his arms around her ass, his hands holding her tight, his nails digging in. It was always better when it was rough. She smirked a little, moaning as soon as she could feel his tongue on her. He moaned loudly as she engulfed him yet again, licking him as she deep throated his entirety, flicking her tongue against his skin. She sucked him more, playing with his balls with her free hand, before she felt him give in to it, his hot load spilling into her mouth She swallowed and licked him, knowing how he felt about her dong this. He held her tight, licking her clit in quick flicks, causing her to moan and shudder again, but he was prepared to ride it out. He allowed his tongue to run along the entirety of her sex lips, his tongue dipping inside her slightly. She moaned, allowing her juices to spill over him, both licking the other clean. Deana tensed up, quivering as he brought her to yet another orgasm. The word "Polar..." Escaped from her lips as she gasped for breath, and the man sighed, moving away from her slightly so he could envelope her within his arms. The safety word was used little in this house, but he had to respect her wishes. The further he pushed her, the longer she'd last the next night.



Yes, Master



All day we have been messaging one another about the naughtiest of things. All day you have been tormenting and teasing me with words of the things you want to be doing to me. All day I have been the very submissive woman you have trained me to be.

Throughout the day you have told me all the things you want me to do to myself while I await your arrival. First, you told me that I must get completely naked. I followed this order and sat before my PC in the nude. After approximately an hour of nothing from you, you send a message saying, “Pinch your nipples while you think of me biting them. Pinch them until they are sore.”

Again, I do as you request. Always, after an order, I simply reply, “Yes, Master.”

Next you tell me to move one hand between my thighs and to push two fingers in and out slowly, to get myself nice and wet. I do as you say, my fingers moving easily in and out as my own fluids start to flow.

“I can’t wait to fuck you tonight,” you send in a message. My heart flutters and beats more rapidly at the thought of your touch. “Now I want you to get your clit vibrator with the remote,” you message. “Put it on and set it to a low setting. I expect to find it there when I get home.”

I go to the night table next to the bed and sift through our assortment of sex toys. I find the vibrator that you spoke of and slip it between my thighs and over my clit. I turn it on to a low setting and return to my PC, awaiting your next command. I wait what seems an eternity, my crotch just screaming for release, and yet no message comes.

I dare not message you, as I have been punished for such actions before. I simply wait, hoping that you will give me a command so that my torment can end. Still, nothing comes from you. After a while longer, I hear keys in the front door. You have come home and made me to suffer in the chair awaiting your next command.

You come into the room and place your hands on my shoulders. You kiss along my neck and my want for you increases. Your hands move down to my breasts where your fingers roll my nipples around and pinch at them hard. The pressure at my neck increases and soon you are biting me as well as kissing.

You pull me up from the chair and lead me to the bedroom. You go to the night table and pull out a thick black collar with a large silver hoop in the front. You strap the collar around my throat and tighten it. The hoop falls in the front and you slip a finger into it. You pull me along by the hoop and then attach a leash to it. You then pull me by the leash to the bed. “On your hands and knees,” you say.

“Yes, Master,” is my quiet reply. I get onto the bed and get on my hands and knees. You get onto the bed behind me and smack my ass hard once. You take the remote of my clit vibrator and increase the speed slowly. Your other hand is grabbing at a breast and I can feel your cock resting against my ass.

As the speed of the vibrator continues to increase, my sensitivity increases as well and I start to squirm a little. Your hand comes down, very hard, across my ass and I stop squirming. “You know better than that,” you tell me.

“Yes, Master,” I say.

You slowly slip your cock inside me, pulling at my leash as you move in. I can feel my air intake decrease as the collar pulls tight against my windpipe. You fuck me hard from behind, pulling ever tighter on the leash. Your other hand occasionally slaps my ass as you thrust. I can feel my orgasm building and you say, “Do not cum yet as I have not given you the order to do so.”

I attempt to keep myself from reaching orgasm while you continue to fuck me from behind. I am on the verge of losing consciousness, which is increasing my desire to find a release. You let up on my leash a little, allowing a wave of air to fill my lungs. You ram into me again and again and then pull the cord tighter once more. My head pulls back from the pressure and you fuck me harder and faster still.

You start to cum into me and as you do you say, “Now you may release.”

As you continue to thrust into me from behind, I soon find my release and silently breath a sigh of relief. The vibrator is still on my clit and is sending shivers through me as my sensitivity is heightened. You pull out of me and pull the leash to get me off the bed.

I move off and follow you as you lead me to the wall. There are four large rings attached to the wall, each with a restraint attached. There is a fifth, smaller ring with a clip and short cord attached. You clip my collar to that fifth ring and then move to attach my wrists and ankles to the other four rings.

You remove the vibrator from my clit and again, I breath a sigh of relief. You notice this and say, “you know that is not acceptable behavior.” “Now I must punish you before the pleasure can continue. You know that, right?”

“Yes, Master,” I reply.

You move to the closet and remove a whip with several ends. You bring it back, slapping it against your hand. You then pull your arm back and lay the whip across my breasts. Several red marks appear across them. I bite my lip to stop from crying out.

Again, the whip strikes, but this time across my thigh. You continue to make strikes against my body until it feels as though my skin is on fire. I have welts across most of my front and you come forward, kissing my neck and saying, “Now that I have punished you, I will bring you the pleasure I know you desire.”

You drop the whip and come forward for me. You slip your hard cock inside me. Whipping me always excites you, so you are plenty ready after my beating. Your skin on my welts makes my wounds scream, but I bite into my lip again to keep from screaming out. You push hard into me and pull me closer against your chest as you thrust.

My wrists pull against the restraints as you pull me towards you. I can feel them getting raw from it. You grunt each time you slam into me, pushing and pulling all at the same time. You kiss and bite at my neck and land your teeth on a raw welt. I whimper quietly as the sting comes.

You pull me closer and continue to have your way with me as I dangle from the wall. Soon you explode inside me and continue to fuck me. “I want you to cum for me, my darling,” you say. You continue until I have reached my own release. You pull away from me and leave me on the wall for about an hour.

When you return you say, “I left you here because of the whimper.” “You know not to complain in any manner from your punishments.”

“Yes, Master,” I say.

My arms are weak from hanging on the wall for so long. You unbind me and bring me to the bed. I lie down and rest…until the next time. 



Yes, Master



Looking down upon my Pony as she is tied to the bed lying facedown and spread eagle, I lift the crop and again and ever so swiftly bring it down upon her rosy red cheeks. The crop finding its mark bites into her and her left cheek quivers. Pony winces and bites down on her bit, know she is not allowed to cry out. The discipline today is for the week of sarcasms and quick-witted barbs projected unintentionally at her Master. Pony is aware that it will be a long weekend with a very sore ass and a new found respect for the crop and paddle her Master has fashioned for her. 

The Master's Pony is quick of mind and sharp of tongue and at times forgets her place when her Master calls her to check up upon her. Without the daily discipline, Pony is aware she is need of, her temper often takes over and the stress of not being direct enough at the incompetent boobs she has the unfortunate direction she must work for, at times comes out sideways at the one she is devoted and enslaved too. Therefore her Master must make the most of their time together when he is in town.

The crop finds it mark again on the right cheek. Welts begin to rise and moisture begins to flow as Pony's flower begins to bloom and swell with desire. She bites against the bit firmly in place between her lips and smiles knowing she deserves each welt and bruise she will endure as she sits over the following week. Pony thinks back to the time of her vanilla sex life and wonders how she could have over looked the devious and wonderful pleasure the crop and paddle in her Masters hand have brought her. Although, Pony thinks to herself, "I have been spanked and whipped before but never have I gotten so wet, moist and full of desire and lust just because of a spanking." Pony looks to the inner recesses of her heart and knows it's not the crop and paddle but her Master that she loves and longs for, knowing she is safe with him. "Whack!" The paddle has replaced the crop; Pony involuntarily lets out a yelp as the Raven engraved paddle her Master carved for her, stings her ass.

The punishment continues and Pony's ass is beet red, swollen and hot to the touch from the spanking she has endured. Her Master takes the ice from the bucket beside the bed and begins to rub it over her swollen ass cheeks. The cold ice melting from the heat begins to flow down her crack and over her tight rosebud and flowered lips. The cool moisture is a relief and Pony attempts to raise her hips in order to relieve the pins and needles she feels prickling her skin. Pony hears, but cannot see because of the blind fold over her eyes, the ice bucket being stirred and the ice clinking inside the bucket and wonders what her Master has in mind. Master has often talked about the wonders of an ice-cold chain slipping into her pussy. Pony quivers at the thought as she feels her Masters hand slip between her thighs and cup her swollen lips. Pony can feel the Astroglide on her Masters hand as his fingers slip between her folds finding her engorged clit standing proud and sensitive. Master squeezes and pulls at her clit and slides his two free fingers into her fucking her, dipping deeper to rub her g-spot.

"Please, Master!" Pony tries to cry out as she raises her hips trying to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

"What are trying to say Pony?" Master inquires. " Are you trying to speak with out permission again? Shame on you!" Master removes his fingers and smacks her pussy with such quickness, Pony yelps in surprise, despite knowing the consequences. 

"Just for that Pony, you pleasure is going to be delayed again. Is that understood Pony?" Master states in harsh and stern tone.

Pony shakes her head in response indicating she understood and will obey.

"I am going to untie you now Pony. You will not move, you will stay perfectly still until I tell you otherwise. Is that understood Pony?" 

Pony shakes her head again.

Master stands up and sets the bucket of ice on the table and smacks her reddened and welted ass again with his hand. Master laughs out loud and states, "You do have a terrible time learning don't you Pony? When will you get control over your urges to speak out when you are about to cum? Always the slut aren't you?"

Pony knew better than to respond in anyway and it excited her when her Master spoke to her in this way. He rarely called her derogatory and degrading names but when he did she knew there would be new and kinkier things to try and do together. Pony smiled as best she could given the fact she was drooling and bitted and could not see a damn thing with this new blindfold he had placed on her. She wondered where he had found the new leather and fur lined circular cups covering her eyes and she reminded herself when she was aloud to speak to inquire about them. 

Pony felt the bonds around her ankles begin to loosen and fall away and felt slightly saddened but excited because she enjoyed the way she was constricted in her movements. Her Master moved to the head of the bed and began to release her wrists. Once this was complete, Pony felt her the braid of her mane being lifted.

"So you like to drool like a fool, do you!" barked her Master. Pony felt her braid being yanked back and her head lifting off the rubber sheet that covered the mattress. 

"Since you like to drool, then maybe I should rub your face in it?" snapped her Master. And with that Master began to rub her face in the spit that covered the mattress.

"On second thought, since it's your drool, you will now rub your face in it alone and when I tell you to stop and start you will. Is that understood, Pony?" stated her Master.

All Pony could do was nod in submission to her Master's instruction.

"Begin!" instructed her Master. And Pony began to rub her face back and forth. The spit smearing her cheeks and nose. Her Master holding her braided mane out of the way so he could watch.

"That's a good Pony. However, you need more spit. Drool, Pony, drool for your Master." Her Master watches as she drooled and swiped her face back and forth and began to run her forehead through the slimy spittle. 

"Very good, Pony. You may stop now." Instructed her Master. Master moves off the bed and lets her mane fall to the side of her face.

"Roll over now, Pony and spread your arms and legs." Master reaches out and tweaks her nipple as it comes into view. He is aware of how sensitive and hard they get when his Pony is aroused. Master takes the Japanese clover nipple clamps from beside the bed and places one on the right nipple. The nipple strains under the pinching, gripping, vice like clamps. Master takes the chain between the clamps and pulls on it making sure the clamped nipple is secure and won't accidentally slip out of its bondage. He then slips the left areola and nipple between his fingers and pulls upward, causing the nipple to stand prouder as he places the pincher like clamp around the nipple, snapping it closed. The harshness of the snapping clamp forces Pony to arch her back in surprise and shock. Pony immediately regrets her actions.

"Just what the fuck do think your doing, arching up like that? You act like some undisciplined tramp off the street that can't keep her thighs closed at the mere sight of some upturned cock!" Stormed Pony's Master. Pony knew she was in for a serious thrashing and began to feel the butterflies swirl in her stomach when she knew she had overstepped her bounds and didn't know what to expect.

Pony felt the rope being wrapped around her wrist multiple times, yet not cutting off the circulation, and pulled down ward as the single line slipped between her first and middle fingers and then wrapping around the bedpost and back between her pinking and ring finger effectively pinning her hand to the mattress, as her Master tied the rope end off to her wrist. He repeated the same to her other hand. Pony then felt the flat corded rope snake around her ankle and pulling her off center as her Master secured the rope to the end of the bedpost down low. Her Master effectively did the other leg the same way, however this bed was much wider than she was use too and Pony felt as if she were about to be split in two, her thighs were so spread apart. She felt like she was doing the splits. Her pussy gapped and flowered like a open ripe fruit, spilling moisture out for the thirsty predators of the forest to lap at and devour like a story book maiden being ravished by a hungry wolf. Her Master grinned with a mouth full of sharp teeth at his prize.

"Do you remember the time I first time I bit you on the ass, Pony? The time I left my teeth marks imprinted on your ass for days on end?" Whispered her Master as he knelt on the bed hovering over her breast. "Well, this time you'll see my mark each time you look in the mirror." And with that Pony's Master placed his hungry lips over her tit and nipped the flesh, sucking deeply, causing the blood to race to the surface and bruising her tender teat. Again and again Master bite and marked his Pony to remind her that disobedience would not be tolerated. At last he stopped, Pony's breast tender with each mark where his teeth and sucking had created a brand that would take days and weeks to diminish. Pony would not be able to wear the cooling tank tops she so loved during the hot sweltering summer days, at least for a while. A reminder for her while her Master was away and unable to tend to her as they wished he could.

The hair from the flogger tickled her belly as Pony felt her Master move the instrument of her next thrashing along her long naked body. Her skin betraying her as goose bumps rose along her arms and thighs. Electrical current raced along her spine as the horsehair flogger traced it's way along her smoothly shaven pussy lips dancing above her clit. Pony hadn't realized, until she heard the swishing sound of the flogger, that her Master had stopped tickling her and felt the sharp stings of the course hair bite into her thighs. Pony bit deep into her rubber bit as she sucked in air through her nostrils, knowing her real punishment was about to begin for disobeying her Master's commands.

The flogger reddened her skin and left a dizzying array of thatching marks across her thighs and belly. Pony had never been so thoroughly flogged before and her skin felt alive with a thousand squiggly pinpricks as the heat radiated from her loins and moisture ran from her, wetting the bed sheet below her. Pony's ass slide around effortlessly on the cool rubber sheet because there was so much lubricant from her swollen cunt. Pony wished and begged in her mind to be able to speak to her Master and beg him to fuck her and allow her to cum with him. She wanted to please her Master, to show him how devoted she was to him and show him her new tricks she thought might pleasure him. For now all she knew she could do was wish and do as she was suppose to do.

"Is your clit hard Pony? I think it should have a clover attached as well. Don't you think so?" " Oh. That's right you can't reply." Said Master. Master begins to unbuckle your bit and then slowly allows you to spit the device lovingly into his waiting hand. "Now Pony, I am going to loosen your legs and place the wedge up under your hips and ass. You will then pull your legs up over your head and spread your legs wide. Is that understood Pony?"

"Yes, Master." Replied Pony.

The ropes curled around each ankle and bound Pony's legs to the huge wooden supports. Pony's ass and pussy were now completely exposed to her Master's every whim and desire. Master climbed upon the bed and placed himself between Pony splayed legs and smiled with lust in his eye and desire in his heart. 

"It's time you had your tail in place Pony." Master said, as began to kiss and lick her sensitive ass and folds of her open pussy. Slipping his tongue deep in her ass, Master lubed her rosebud with his spit, working his tongue in and out. Pony tried not to squirm. She loved the feeling of her Masters tongue working on her, in her, probing and kissing. Pony felt the ice-cold tip of her horsehair anal plug sliding over her ass, dipping ever so slowly into her open, inviting ass.

With Pony's tail firmly inserted into her, Master took the leather strips that hung from the plug and tied each one securely around each of Pony's thighs, keeping the plug firmly in place. Master knew Pony loved the feeling of the ice-cold plug deep in her ass. Ice always drove Pony crazy. Master took the long hard ice shaped like a cock and slowly drew it over Pony's clit, circling it making it harder. The cold ice melting and wetting her pussy even more, Master worked the ice dildo in and out of Pony's hot and inviting hole. With Pony's pussy turned upwards the ice cold water filled her as it melted, the water running over her belly and cooling her red and welted skin. 

Standing over her, Master drove his hard cock into her stretched and filled pussy. The ice dildo and his cock sliding in unison, Pony had never been so full before. It was like having three cocks in her at once. If only she had one in her mouth as well, she thought to herself. Master worked his hot cock in and out of her, the ice dildo melting and sending cold water splashing against his balls with each downward thrust. Master's balls began to tighten and pull upward. 

"Open your mouth Pony." Master commanded. "I want you to catch my cum on you're your tongue when I explode. Is that understood?" 

"Yes, Master." Pony gasped.

Master's hips began to thrust ever harder into her sloppy, hot cunt, his balls slapping against her swollen lips. " Now Pony, open wide and stick out your tongue." Master grunted. Half kneeling and squatting over his Pony's face, Master pulled his cock from her and aimed his cock at her open and inviting mouth. Ropes of pearly white cum gushed forth from him, painting her lips and tongue. Convulsing, Master continued to work his hips sending more cum than he thought possible into her waiting mouth. 

Pony smiled with satisfaction as her Master finished himself off by wiping the head of his cum swollen cock across her lips. Pony held the cum in her mouth as instructed and waited as her Master repositioned himself over her waiting mouth. Master lowered his semi-rigid cock into her waiting mouth and Pony began to bath his cock and balls in the hot cum and saliva. Swirling her tongue over first his left testicle and then the right. Cum glistened over the wrinkled ball sac as Pony then sucked in the crown of his cock and into her mouth attempting to slip her tongue in to the hole of his cock. Pony played for a while, alternating the whole of his cock in to her mouth and then his balls, until at last Master instructed her to clean him. Pony began to swallow the cum from his cock and lick him clean dipping slightly lower with each lapping of her tongue and back up over her Master's balls. Pony licked and sucked with loving attention as she asked her Master to kneel over her face. Master knew that Pony wanted to give him a complete cleaning and did as she asked. 

"Do you like that Master?" Pony inquired, as she slipped her tongue over his sensitive, ticklish asshole.  

It wasn't often that Pony rimmed her Master, but from time to time her inner slut took over and she wanted to drive her tongue deep into her Master, suck his balls and feel the weight of him pressing down over her face. Pony loved when her Master's balls and cock rested on her nose and mouth and she was able to smell the heady, musky, maleness of him. Pony ground her flat width of her tongue over the slightly salty patch of skin just below her Master's balls and inhaled deeply through her nose. Primal lust overtaking her as pulled against her restraints and forced her head deeper between her Master's thighs. Pony knew her Master loved it when she alternately sucked on his left testicle and ass. Pony wished for her hands to be free so she could grab his thighs and slip a finger or toy into his ass, pleasuring him as he had done to her. Soon...so very soon, Pony thought to herself, smiling wickedly.

At last Pony's chore of cleaning her Master was complete and if her Master felt she had completed a satisfactory job he may just allow her to cum herself. Pony asked her Master for permission to speak.

"Master? Permission to ask a question." Pony purred.

"You may ask a question Pony, as you have performed wonderfully this evening." Master responded.

"Will I get to cum this evening after I am untied? Pony asked. But before she could stop herself she asked another question and knew what was about to happen for disobeying for asking more than one question. "And will you leave the ropes tied to bed posts?"

"No and Yes." Master said. "How many times have I told you when you ask to speak you give the correct number of questions your going to ask...hum? How many times have we gone over this?"

Pony knew better than to respond. Many times we have gone over this question, Master. Pony thought to herself. Pony smiled inwardly despite looking heartbroken for not being allowed to cum this evening but little did her Master know the tables were about to be turned, and Master was to become Pony and Pony to become Master.

Slowly, Master began to untie the ropes that tied his Pony's ankles above her head and lower her legs down gently. Master then removed the wedge from under his Pony waist and hips and could resist but slip his fingers over her still swollen, un-pleasured clit. Pony gasped but knew she would get her turn soon and patiently waited.

Next, her Master untied her wrists and left the ropes exactly where he had said he would...tied to the bedposts. If he only knew what she had in store for him he may have thought otherwise, or would he? 

"Turn down the lights Pony and get me a fresh gin and tonic. This ones watered down from all the ice melting while we played." Master ordered. "And while your at it get the joint from the table and the lighter too."

" Yes, Master." Pony said sweetly, all the while thinking wild and wicked thoughts. My Master always slides into that silly stoned space when he's had a hit or two and then I will have my way with him, Pony thought to herself. This will be the last time he doesn't let me cum when we've been playing for so long.  



Yes, Master



Carla was white, 5'4", 110 pounds, with black hair, delicious curves and a nice thick ass. She lived in the country in a remodeled farmhouse with her master, Sheldon. Oh, how she loved Sheldon. He was black, 6'4", 200 pounds of pure muscle and a cock that was 10 inches long that she loved him to slam deep in her pussy. He was due home any minute now and had promised her a surprise for tonight. As she finished dinner, she caught the headlights from the corner of her eye. She quickly put the last dish on the table and ran to the front door to meet Sheldon as he came in.

The front door opened and Carla kneeled down to greet him, her naked lily white ass in the air as her tits brushed the rug, her hands linked behind her head.

"Good evening, Carla," he said as he walked in, shut the door and gave her ass a good swat. "You may rise."

Obediently, Carla rose to her feet and greeted her master. "Good evening, Master. Dinner's ready. Here, let me take your things and put them away. Then I'll return to take off your shoes."

Carla hurried to put Sheldon's stuff away, then quickly returned to the chair where Sheldon was seated, in a hurry to get this done so she could find out what the surprise was. "Would you like dinner in here or will we eat in the dining room, Master?" she inquired.

"In the dining room, Carla. And sweetheart, set another place. We have a guest coming for dinner. In fact, he just pulled in the drive. I'll take care of him. You go set the extra place and fix the drinks. We'll be coming straight in."

Carla hurried to the dining room to do his bidding. A few minutes later, she heard voices in the hallway and then Sheldon appeared in the door way. She could see a figure of a man the same height as him behind him. Sheldon entered the dining room, the other man behind him. As they came into the room, Carla studied the other man. He was Sheldon's height and weight from the looks of him, but as opposed to Sheldon's dark skin, this man was a light caramel complexion. In his own way, he was as handsome as Sheldon. 

"Dion, meet Carla. Carla, this is Dion. He is a business associate of mine," said Sheldon.

"Nice to meet you, Carla."

Carla kneeled down and kissed his feet. "Nice to meet you, too, Master Dion."

"Carla is my submissive, the one I was telling you about," said Sheldon, as Carla rose to her feet.

"And apparently a very obedient one."

"Yes, very. There are still certain avenues we have not traveled, but we will experience those tonight, as we discussed earlier."

That caught Carla's attention as she was serving the men. So, this handsome new stranger was to be a part of her surprise, eh? She could definitely handle that.

Dinner was a quick affair, with the men simultaneously eating and talking business. When it was over, Carla prepared to clean up the mess as Sheldon put his hand on her shoulder. "Tonight, darling, only put the dishes in the sink for now. You can wash them tomorrow. Meet me upstairs in the bedroom when you are finished."

"Yes, Master."

Moments later, Carla ascended the steps. She could hear the men talking and laughing inside the bedroom. She reached for the half closed door and caught a glimpse of Sheldon's nakedness in the mirror on the opposite wall. She pushed the door open and entered the room. Both men stood at the foot of the bed completely naked, looking at toys on the bed. Sheldon turned to her.

"Come with me to the bathroom," he instructed as he picked up two small boxes from the bed. Obediently, she followed him into the bathroom and he shut the door.

"What are those?" she asked of the two small boxes he had set down on the sink.

"These, my dear, are enemas. We need to clean you out before tonight's fun. Bend over," he ordered.

She bent over obediently. "Oh my God," she thought. "He's never fucked me in my ass and I know this is what he intends to do tonight. I'm so small. How will my little asshole accommodate his big cock?" She felt his fingers playing with her asshole, rubbing some oil in. Then she felt him push something small into her ass, then next thing she knew, he was filling her up with something. It felt like her ass was swelling. Pretty soon, she felt as if she would explode. She moaned and he gently pulled the thing out.

"Now, sit on the toilet and let it all out while you suck my cock."

Again, obediently, she sat on the toilet. And apparently not a moment too soon for as soon as she sat down, the liquid began to shoot out of her ass. She took Sheldon's cock in her mouth and began to suck on it greedily. Soon, the flow from her ass stopped. Sheldon pulled his cock out of her mouth, ordered her to stand up and bend over again. She did as she was told and he took a warm wash cloth and cleaned her ass. Then, he rubbed more oil into her asshole and again, she felt him insert something and then the liquid began filling her up again. At this point, the feeling was delicious. When he was done, he ordered her to sit on the toilet and let it out again while sucking his cock. She did as she was told. When she was done, again he cleaned her ass, tossed the boxes and empty bottles in the trash, and escorted her back into the bedroom where Dion laid across the bed on his back stroking his cock. It was the first time she had paid attention to that part of him and man, was it huge! It had to be at least 12 inches long and 2-3 inches thick! Would that one be in her ass too???

As they got to the bed, Sheldon ordered her to bend over the bed, spread her legs, and suck Dion's cock. She did as he ordered. Meanwhile, she felt him rubbing oil on her ass again. This time, he began fingering her – first with one finger, then with two. She began to groan around Dion's massive cock in her mouth. Oh, it felt so good! Sheldon continued to do this for about ten minutes. Dion guided her mouth down to his asshole and told her to lick it and put her tongue in his ass. She did as she was told, hearing him moan along with her. Then, Sheldon's fingers were no longer in her asshole. A few seconds passed, and she felt the head of his cock trying to enter her asshole. At first, she tensed her body. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up to his. "I'm going to fuck you in your ass and you're going to like it, bitch. Now, stop tensing. I'm just going to force it in you if you do."

"Yes, Master," she replied as he shoved her back down to Sheldon's asshole. She continued to flick her tongue around it and then pushed her tongue in as Dion grabbed he hair, moaning. Once again, she felt the head of Sheldon's cock trying to enter her asshole. Not meaning to, she tensed. Then, true to his word, he spread her asscheeks wide and rammed his cock straight into her ass. She jerked and screamed for it was very painful. Again, he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him while pumping his cock slowly in and out of her asshole. "Didn't I fucking tell you not to tense? Hurt like hell, didn't it? You want me to fuck you rough, don't you? Don't you?!? Answer me, bitch!"

Even though she didn't, she moaned, "Yes, Master," with tears streaming down her face. Again, he let her go back to Dion's ass. Now, Dion guided her mouth back to his cock and she took it all the way down her throat, gagging her self as Sheldon reamed her ass like he was drilling for oil. Then, abruptly, he pulled out and slapped her ass hard first with his hand, then with his cock. "Dion, let's switch. You gotta get you a piece of this tight asshole while it's still tight," Sheldon said with a wicked grin.

Dion pulled his cock from her mouth and got off of the bed, trading places with Sheldon. Sheldon sat down with his legs spread wide and grabbed her by her hair and forced his cock into her mouth at the same time that Dion rammed his huge cock into her ass. Carla screamed around Sheldon's cock because Dion was bigger than Sheldon. She actually felt as if Dion had ripped her ass! Dion began to pound her ass, taking long, deep strokes. She felt his balls bouncing off of her ass. After a few minutes, the pain lessened and this huge cock fucking her ass began to feel wonderful. Sheldon was face fucking her and she could taste her ass on his cock. She savored the taste and slurped greedily at his cock. Then he pulled her mouth from his cock and ordered her to lick his balls and she obediently obliged. Meanwhile, Dion was reaming her ass faster and harder. It felt like his cock was going straight up into her stomach! Oh yes, she loved this surprise! Sheldon got up off of the bed and walked around to where Dion was reaming her ass. "Pull out and open her asshole up," he told Dion.

Dion pulled his cock out of her ass, which made a suction popping noise and pulled her asscheeks open. Then he stuck four fingers of his other hand in her asshole and took his other hand and pulled he asshole open. Sheldon looked at it then told Dion to let her go so she could turn over on her back. She did as Sheldon desired and rolled over onto her back. Then Dion lifted her legs up and pressed them down to her chest. She saw him take the bottle of oil with his other hand and rub some more oil on his cock. Then, he grasped her ass and plunged in again. Oooh, his cock felt so good in her ass! Then she noticed that Sheldon was now standing behind Dion rubbing Dion's ass with oil with one hand while the other hand rubbed oil on his big, hard cock.. After only moments, he spread Dion's asscheeks and slowly pushed his cock in while Dion was fucking Carla up the ass. She looked at Dion's face as Sheldon pushed his cock in. He had his eyes squeezed shut and he was moaning deeper than he had been when she was tongue fucking his asshole. As Sheldon began to fuck him hard, his strokes in her ass became faster and harder again, also. She felt as if she would pass out when he finally pulled his still hard cock from her ass. Sheldon ordered her down off of the bed. She did as she was told and he pointed to a huge black dildo sitting straight up on the floor.

"Go over there and sit on that with your ass. Ride it until I tell you to stop. And make sure you are facing this way," Sheldon ordered.

She did as she was told, at first wanting to cry because the dildo was about 4 inches thick, if not more. Gradually, she began to bounce up and down on it, watching Sheldon and Dion. Dion was laying on the bed in the same position she had just been in and Sheldon was again fucking him in the ass. Now, she felt jealous! She wanted his cock in her ass, not some damned dildo! Yet, she continued to bounce on the big fake cock, watching Sheldon fuck Dion in the ass...as his speed increased, so did Dion's groans. She could hear his balls slapping Dion's ass with each stroke. As the moments went by, she began to drift and knew that at any moment she would cum. She managed to slip her hand down to her wet pussy while Dion was drilling her ass. Hurriedly, she played with her clit, taking herself closer to the brink of an orgasm. Within minutes, her body began to quake as she came all over Dion's cock. Feeling her ass squeeze his cock was all Dion needed to send him over the edge as she felt his hot cum shoot up her ass and felt his body shake above her as he was still groaning loudly. Then Sheldon pulled his cock out of Dion's ass as Dion pulled his cock out of hers. Sheldon nudged Dion out of the way and reached for her ass, spreading it as wide as he could, watching Dion's cum drip out of it.

"Lie in the bed on your side," he said. When she was too slow to do his bidding, he took the leather strap lying across the end of the bed and lashed her already sore ass with it. "When I say move, you move. Got it, whore?" he said as he lashed her again, reaching down and yanking her by her hair up to his face.

"Yes, Master," she answered in a subdued voice.

"Good, now Dion is gonna facefuck you while I fuck your ass some more. Man, you're gonna be one sore little slut tomorrow. And just think, tomorrow night, there will be four of us to please."

This barely registered in her head as Dion shoved his cock down her throat. Four? Just the thought of four big cocks banging her ass, insulting her and shooting cum in every orifice of her body made her pussy begin to ache with desire again. Sheldon lifted her leg and spread her ass open as he slid his cock up in it and began fucking her.

"You like this? You like it when we fuck your nasty little ass?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," she responded.

"You want more?" he asked.

"Yes, Master, give me more," she responded.

He drilled her ass harder and harder, making her scream around Dion's cock in her mouth, who was nearly gagging her as he slammed his cock down her throat again and again. His balls were hitting her on the side of the face. She was loving every minute of it.

"Okay, bitch, we're gonna give you more, possibly more than you can handle," Sheldon said to her as he slid out of her ass. Dion took his cock out of her mouth and sat back as Sheldon rolled over on his back, his hard cock sitting straight up in the air. "I want you to sit down on my cock, shoving it up your ass," he ordered. She quickly obliged, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching her ass, thinking there was no other feeling in the world to compare to this. Slowly, Sheldon began to fuck her. She glanced over at Dion and saw that he was rubbing some more oil on his huge, delicious cock. He moved in front of her and reached down to play with her pussy for a moment. Sheldon stopped fucking her, his cock still half way in her ass. Dion moved in closer and began to stuff his cock in her ass along with Sheldon's. Sheldon put his hand over her mouth as she screamed. Suddenly, there were two big cocks in her ass and she felt like her ass could be stretched no further. They both began fucking her hard and fast, pounding her ass like it was a race. Then they slowed down and she sighed with relief, but no sooner did she sigh then they speed up again. Dion looked down at her and smiled. "You take cocks up your ass like a pro, hon. We may have to invite more friends tomorrow night just to keep you satisfied. 

After about twenty minutes of both of them fucking her in the ass, Dion pulled out and stood up to stuff his cock in her mouth again. Suddenly, her ass felt so empty with only Sheldon's cock stuffing her. Sheldon grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wide while he continued to fuck her. She felt his dick getting harder in her ass and knew he was about to cum. Then, he took his cock out of her ass just as Dion pulled his out of her mouth. He ordered her to get on all fours with her ass in the air. Then he ordered her to reach around and spread her asshole. She turned her head to see what they were doing behind her and saw that they were jerking their cocks, preparing to cum in her ass. Within moments, she heard both men groan loudly and felt a hot shower rain over her ass, her back and into her asshole. She couldn't take it any longer. She began to cum herself. She could feel them rubbing their cocks on her ass and back as she was cumming and it made her cum even harder. When she was done, she rolled over onto her back. 

"Go clean yourself up. When you are done, we'll have dessert on the back patio. After dessert, we want some more of that ass!" Sheldon said as he and Dion cleaned up at the sink. Carla got out of bed and almost hit the floor. Her whole body was weak and her ass felt like a train wreck, but Carla smiled and replied, "Yes, Master."



Yes, Master



My lover and I try to think of different ways of making our sexual encounters exciting and fresh. Due to scheduling conflicts, we had not seen each other in two weeks. We both were horny and were planning a night after work to fit in some good loving.

We are both open about our sexual relationship, and my partner does not mind me having contact with a former lover, as long as he is included, either physically or by me telling him about phone conversations with my old flame. Several nights ago Len (the old flame) called me at home. He was in a particularly horny mood and wanted phone sex. He was already masturbating, telling me how he was thinking about my pussy and how good I tasted, and he wished my mouth was wrapped around his rather large cock so he could cum in it. He gets very turned on when I swallow.... I proceeded to talk him through it and he was telling me to touch myself, and stick my fingers in my pussy and taste them. I did as he asked. It didn't take long for both of us to cum. It was a nice relief for me, since I had been missing Derek. 

That night, I emailed Derek and told him verbatim what happened during phone sex with Len. He responded by leaving me a very nasty voice message the next morning. He was calling me a slut and a whore, and he didn't think it was very nice that I was telling my current flame about the explicit details of phone sex with my former flame. He concluded by saying he loved it, but I would have to be punished.

I planned to go over to his house one day last week after work for a "booty call." That morning, Derek left me a voice message with explicit details of what I was to do. I was to wear panties under my panty hose (I usually don't), and go to the ladies room several times during the day and rub my clit and pussy. He said he wanted the panties WET. He also told me to stick the crotch up into my pussy and get my juices on them. He ended by telling me to wear bright red lipstick and look like the whore I am.

When I left work, I was to go to the ladies room, take my panties and hose off, and put a sexy pair of thigh highs on under my skirt. He wanted me bare ass so my pussy could breathe. When I got to his house, I was to walk in, not say a word, go over to his chair, give him my panties, and lift my skirt up. 

I did as my master told me. Standing there in front of him, holding my skirt up with my pussy in front of his face, he just stared at me, and began to lick and suck on the crotch of my panties. He was moaning his approval as he continued sucking on them. I couldn't help notice the big bulge in his shorts pushing to be free. I could feel myself getting wet. He told me to step closer, and he began finger fucking me...first one finger, then two, until he had three fingers pumping into my pussy. It was divine. He took his fingers out and licked them, smiling at me. He proceeded to rub my red lips with my pussy juice, smearing it over my mouth.

He then instructed me to go to the kitchen, get a beer, and sit down in the chair opposite him. He just kept staring at me. I started to talk to him, and he said "shut up whore...I'll tell you when you can talk." Yes, Master. 

I remained silent during the time it took me to drink my beer. When I was finished, he told me to pull my skirt up over my hips, put my heels on the chair seat and spread my legs..... spread my pussy lips and start stroking myself until I got good and wet....then use the neck of the beer bottle to start fucking myself. The feel of the cold glass bottle neck entering my pussy was exciting. I stuck it in until the body of the bottle was touching the opening of my cunt. I continued stroking it in and out, and I could feel myself starting to cum. I told Derek I was about to cum, and he demanded me to stop immediately and go to the bedroom. I wanted to finish, but I said, Yes Master.

In the bedroom, he folded a pillow in half at the edge of the bed, and told me to lie down over it, on my stomach, with my ass up in the air. I knew my punishment was about to be presented. At first, Derek just looked and explored my pussy and asshole, lightly touching, gently spreading. As I started to relax and let the good feelings flow, Derek slapped my ass so hard that I gasped. He told me this is what I deserved for being such a fucking slut whore. He continued spanking me until both cheeks of my ass began to sting. He stopped, and I waited bracing myself for the next slap. Nothing....he began sticking a finger in my cunt and one in my ass, gently probing. He spit on my asshole, and stuck two fingers in. It felt great and I wanted more. As if reading my desire, he withdrew his fingers and administered another slap, which led to a frightfully good spanking. I was on the edge of an orgasm again, and I just wanted him to fuck me. But, he wasn't ready to give me what I wanted. He re-inserted two fingers in my ass and his thumb in my pussy, pressing against my G spot. It felt incredibly good having him finger fuck my ass and pussy at the same time. I began to tense up, and felt my orgasm coming. I began thrusting my ass down hard on his hand, and as the orgasm welled up, I could feel my asshole tighten on his fingers and I shot my cum on his hand. It was so intense and different. He asked, "Do you like getting fucked in the ass whore?" Yes Master!!

I lay down on my back on the bed and Derek took off his shorts and lay down next to me. His beautiful 8" cock was so hard and taut and I could see how ready he was. I began licking and biting his nipples, as I know this turns him on. I was sucking on him like I was nursing from my mother. I could see his cock throbbing and his moans told me how much he was enjoying this. However, I wasn't ready for him to cum, not until I could take that beautiful cock in my mouth...I love blowing Derek. I moved down the bed and began licking the head and spreading his pre-cum around the tip. I moved down the shaft, licking it up and down like an ice cream cone. I deep-throated him, as much as I could get in. I moved down to his balls and took each one in my mouth, sucking hard on them, listening to Derek's breathing becoming louder. I could tell it wouldn't be long before he would be shooting his cum. He had been saving it for two weeks. As I ran my tongue down to his asshole and back, he told me to get on his cock "now". I straddled him and slowly lowered my wet cunt down onto his rock hard cock. I love the feeling of that cock entering me...it takes my breath away. I leaned forward a bit and starting riding him. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out and touching my g-spot was heaven. He told me to milk his cock and bring the cum out. As I started to tighten my vaginal muscles and suck upward on his cock with my cunt, I could feel his cock become engorged, and he began his rather loud ejaculation.

He kept repeating, "Oh fuck baby, I'm going to cum, oh Jesus." It seem like he spurted 3 or 4 times, and was groaning and yelling with every final thrust. After he finished, I lay on top of him until his cock became flaccid and slid out, amidst a pool of milky cream. I rolled off him and we lay side by side, totally spent and flushed. Ah, the afterglow of a good orgasm... He took my panties that he had brought in the bedroom, and began wiping the cum off his cock and balls. He handed them to me after, and I wiped up the cum that was dripping out of my pussy. He would save them for later, and go to bed with our essence close to his face and mouth. 

Sweet dreams, my Master.



Yes, Master



The anger and determination of Qin Shih Huang was almost palpable as he unleashed his cavalry, war chariots, and bronze and iron weapons—all battlefield levelers that his enemies had never before encountered—on the rebel town of Anyi. Within hours of receiving the message that the Lord of Anyi would not send tribute and yield in the season of homage, Qin Shih Huang, his loyal servant and chamberlain, Li Yuan, riding three strides to his rear, galloped out of Xian at the head of his cavalry and war chariots. That the forces of Anyi put up a stout defense at the imperial army's crossing of the Huang Ho, the Yellow River, only added to Qin Shih Huang's indignation and anger.

The Chou of Anyi would need to be taught a lesson that none of the other vassals to Qin Shih Huang's building empire would forget for the ages.

Once across the Huang Ho, and sweeping the army of Anyi aside like a spring insect, the forces of Qin Shih Huang descended on the city of Anyi, attacking from four directions, the foot infantry from the southwest, double-horsed chariots from the northwest and southeast, and Qin at the head of his vaunted cavalry from the northeast, where Chou Xin Yi had planned a retreat, if that proved necessary, into the hills of Shanxi.

Qin Shih Huang wanted to seize the seasoned men of the ruling family of Chou alive and thus had taken command of the rising hills that his spies within Anyi had told him the family of the Lord of Anyi would attempt to flee into if the battle went against them.

Qin had put out the order that Anyi was to be leveled and all within it put to the sword as a warning to any others thinking of holding out on Qin Shih Huang's drive to unify the Chinese empire. But he had given strict orders that Chou Xin Yi and any sons not killed in battle were to be captured alive and delivered to him at the temple of the dragon atop Taiyuan Shan, the most sacred place of the Chou.

And so it was.

By design, Qin Shih had ridden out with the hostages being held to ensure the loyalty of every other vassal lord. He wanted them to see what happened to those who rebelled. As Qin Shi Huang cruelly spurred his battle stallion, panting and foaming at the mouth from five hours of fast gallop and three hours of close-in combat, up the slope toward the Taiyuan Shan temple, he turned and scowled at Li Yuan, who had fallen five strides behind him.

"Keep up, Lao Jen—old man—or . . ."

"Shih, Chu Jen—Yes, Master," Li Yuan, cried out between blistered and trembling lips. Twenty years the young and strapping ruler's senior, Li Yuan was beyond the days of the warrior. And yet, he had been in the thick of the battle, being everywhere he needed to be to ensure his lord and Chu Jen would not be blindsided in the thick of battle. He had covered his young master like a cloak of invincibility, as if the first sign of weakness would be the end for Li Yuan himself.

Li Yuan was panting and ragged of breath as they reached the summit. But he was only the required three strides behind his master—close enough to throw himself from his steed at the moment of realization that Qin Shih Huang wanted to dismount and to fling his body prostate, in the mud at the side of Qin Shih Huang's stallion, in time to provide the necessary stepping stone for his master's dismount.

Qin Shih Huang trampled heavily and with muddied hide-covered boots on his chamberlain's back as he dismounted and strode into the temple, with Li Yuan scrambling to take up the required three paces in his wake, followed closely behind by the quivering hostages of the other lands Qin Shih Huang held in sway.

The cavalry outriders who had captured and brought Chou Xin Yi and his four surviving sons to the temple stood guard around the five cowering prisoners. They had been beaten, but, with the exception of Chou Xin Yi himself, who was bleeding profusely and whose right arm had almost been severed in battle, three of the four men of the House of Chou were alive enough. Chou Xin Yi stood, defiant alongside his eldest son, who glowered at Qin Shih Huang menacingly as the conqueror strode into the temple's central chamber. The room they occupied was a stone vaulted-ceiling space adorned only by a vermillion-painted altar standing in the very center under an open sky light, which cast the rays of the noonday sun directly down on the Chou's ceremonial sacred heart, it's ancestral altar. Chou Xin Yi's youngest surviving son, merely a boy, whimpered slightly, no doubt at the sounds of carnage and sight of the rising smoke from the doomed city of Anyi below the mountain slope, but his sobs subsided at a sharp look from his father's eyes. The two middle sons clung to each other as they huddled on the floor, but the difference between them was noticeable, One son, a sword gash laying open a wound on his forehead, had his eyes closed and his face buried into the bosom of the other son, who, blood-covered but largely unmarked himself, looked out at the approaching Qin Shih Huang more in curiosity than anything else.

"Has the Lord of Anyi agreed to yield?" Qin Shih Huang bellowed. Everyone in the confines of the temple shuddered noticeably at the master's declaration, even Chou Xin Yi. Barely into his manhood, Qin Shih Huang was a magnificent figure, perfectly formed, heavily muscled, astonishingly handsome, and carrying himself with grace and supreme confidence as the unifier of empires that he was becoming through his own determination and talent—and on the strength of his modern weaponry.

"Chu Jen . . ." the captain of the cavalry began in a voice edged with fear and dread. He could neither lie nor tell the truth. Chou Xin Yi had turned to stone in his recalcitrance. The cavalry officer knew that anything he said at this point was sure to bring down the wrath of his master.

Qin Shih Huang saved him the indignity. The cavalry captain was a good soldier. Qin Shih Huang could not spare him.

"No matter," he said with a sneer. "Once disloyal is one time too many. The Lord of Anyi is no more. I must have a new lord. One of the sons must do. But which one? And all must know of his suzerainty to me." At the mouthing of the word "all," Qin Shih Huang let his gaze cover all of those gathered, ensuring that the "representatives" of the other vassal lords were fully aware of the gravity and symbolism of what was about to happen.

Qin Shih Huang snapped his finger, and his faithful drudge, Li Yuan, bent almost double and eyes firmly planted on the ground, stepped up into Qin Shih Huang's peripheral vision. "Yes, Master?"

"You know what I require."

"Yes, Master," Li Yuan responded. "Not the eldest; he is as unmalleable as the father. He would rebel again as soon as we recrossed the Huang Ho. And not the youngest; he belongs with the women." At this, a gasp escaped the gathering of hostages standing at the edge of the temple behind Qin Shih Huang. All knew that the women of the House of Chou had already been dispatched.

"Of the two remaining," Li Yuan continued in a hesitant voice, "one will die anyway of that festering wound. The remaining one looks out at the world with curiosity, even in present circumstances. He may be trainable."

"Ah, you have chosen wisely, I think, Lao Jen. So it will be."

While speaking, Qin Shih Huang unbuckled his belt and let his belt and sword fall—into the hands of Li Yuan, who dove for it, lest it hit the ground, although he had to sink to his knees to prevent it from doing so.

"Captain, the handsome one. The one with the curious eye. The ceremony of reclaimed suzerainty of the fallen enemy. Now!"

The captain motioned to the two heftiest of his men guarding the captives, who pulled the third son up and away from his wounded brother. As they stripped the struggling captive, the remaining guards manhandled the father and eldest son into submission, holding them firmly but facing the altar.

At the captain's command, the two cavalrymen, one at each arm of the young prince of Chou, pulled his naked body around to the side of the altar facing Qin Shih Huang and held him down, facing away from Qin Shih Huang, belly flat on altar and face turned to his still-struggling and cursing elder brother and father.

Qin Shih Huang let his battle robe fall open to reveal his magnificent body and perhaps the longest and thickest hardened phallus in the realm. As he approached the hind quarters of the young prince of Chou, two other cavalrymen sprang forth to spread the young man's legs and to pull his buttocks cheeks away to reveal a pulsating rosebud of an anus.

With a cry of triumph and uttering the sacred creeds of the House of Qin, Qin Shih Huang strode up to and between the Chou prince's spread legs, positioned his bulging cock cap at the young man's hole with a steady hand, and then thrust hard and deep inside him.

The young prince of Chou cried out in pain and violation and writhed, chest heaving and panting, face contorted in the taking, while Qin Shih Huang thrust in deep, searching motions inside him, seeking the resting of his heavy, quivering balls on top of his younger conquest's.

As Qin Shih Huang stroked, symbolically forging his renewed mastery over the House of Chou as well as enjoying himself immensely, the young prince slowly fell under the master taker's spell as well—so that before long, not long before he gave up his own seed against the vermillion flanks of the sacred Chou family altar, the young prince was crying out for more and moving with the taking rather than against it.

If anything, this infuriated and demoralized the elder men of the House of Chou more than if their younger member had been cut up into quarters on the altar. They knew the rituals of the House of Qin. They knew that the new Lord of Anyi had now been chosen and, having been brought under the control of Qin Shih Huang in both body and soul, would be trained to rule a rebuilt Anyi to his dictate. And, to the shame of the House of Chou, they now could see that he would do so willingly and as the catamite of the evil emperor-to-be.

It was almost in relief and preference that, after Qin Shih Huang had spilled his possessing seed deep inside the new lord of Anyi, that Chou Xin Li and his remaining sons were led out, through the ranks of the pale and sweating hostages, onto the steps of the temple, overlooking the dying city below them, to meet their public appointment with the avenging sword.

If it was a slight that, after Li Yuan had prostrated himself beside Qin Shih Huang's awaiting stallion again, the new Lord of Anyi, sore but sporting a lopsided grin, was placed on a horse only one stride behind the master and two in front of Li Yuan, the old man made no sign of it.

Later that night, in the tent of the master of Qin on the banks of the Huang Ho, Li Yuan stood in attendance of Qin Shih Huang's every whim in the shadows as the new Lord of Anyi, in diaphanous leggings and burnished bared torso, danced to the tune of the lute and thin, pitch-perfect voice of the singsong girls. The young man was well made. Lithe but well-muscled. He obviously was clever and good with sword play, having survived the battle unscathed, and he evidenced this with the sensuousness of his movement to the music.

Li Yuan had to stand there and watch as the heir to the house of Chou danced closer and closer to Qin Shih Huang, who was propped up on pillows in the light of the lamps at the four corners of the central area of the tent marked by the maroon carpet intricately woven in the golds and blues of the House of Qin. Qin Shih Huang was draped in a robe of gold thread, but he was reclining on the pillows and his robe had fallen open, revealing a sword of prodigious length and width curving up from his belly and bobbing with the rhythm of the young man's dance. There was no doubt that he found his young captive enticing.

And for his part, the new Lord of Anyi was entranced. He had been taken with the master sword once, his first sheathing, and he could not take his eyes off it as he danced. He could not wait to be pierced with it again and again.

The young man was on his knees on the lush carpet now, between Qin Shih Huang's spread legs, his torso undulating, but dipping ever lower. Until at last his lips were at the bobbing bulb of Qin Shih Huang's manhood—and opening over the bulb, and taking it inside his mouth, and sucking it close.

Qin Shih Huang looked up into the shadows at where he knew Li Yuan stood in ever-ready service. He snapped his fingers and said, "Only you."

"Yes, Master," Li Yuan responded. Then he turned in either direction, motioning the vigilant, yet studiously blind guards and the singsong girls out of the tent. They immediately left in graceful silence.

Li Yuan remained, watching, as the young prince heated up the master, making him moan and sigh at the young captive's attentions in a way that none but Li Yuan was permitted to observe or hear. No hint of weakness would be permitted.

At length, Qin Shih Huang pulled the young lord's face from his cock and reached down at his belly and ripped away the diaphanous material. He then lifted the young man—not any younger than Qin Shih Huang himself, really, but not nearly as strong and massive—and set him firmly and cruelly down on his club of a cock. The young lord cried out in pain as he had done before, only once before having been taken and not prepared in any way, but writhe as he unwilling did—as he clearly wanted to be taken again—he was able to give no answer to Qin Shih Huang merely raising him and lowering him ever farther down the blade of the piercing sword with strong hands gripping his waist.

Qin Shih Huang fucked on forever—long after the young lord had spouted his own seed up Qin Shih Huang's hard, muscled belly.

Nearly exhausted, the young lord whimpered in thanksgiving when Qin Shih Huang lifted him off his bludgeon and let him fall over to the side. The young man started to slither away, across the rug, but he should have known that Qin Shih Huang was only toying with him; the master's cock was as hard and thick and long as it ever had been.

The young lord squeaked in shock and fear and trembling, as Qin Shih Huang came up on his knees and grabbed the young man around the waist again and held him there, belly to carpet, as Qin Shih Huang encased the young lord's thighs between his knees and thrust down inside him again and rode him and rode him and rode him.

The new Lord of Anyi was completely conquered and nearly comatose when Qin Shih Huang at last cried out in his own ejaculation and was finished with him. The ruler snapped his fingers, and Li Yuan lifted the nearly unconscious and whimpering young man in his arms and carried him to the entrance of the tent. He muttered instructions to the guards outside, who carried the young man away, and then drew back inside the tent and pulled down and firmly tied off the flap covering the entrance.

Li Yuan turned and moved toward the center of the tent. As he did so, he was untying the knot of his own robe. He let the robe fall open and fall away at his sides, revealing his own well-muscled, sinewy torso and a proud cock rising hard out from his center.

Qin Shih Huang was on his knees at the center of the carpet, facing Li Yuan.

"Are you pleased? Did I do well, Master," Qin Shih Huang was murmuring.

"Well enough, but I think you have been enjoying the new Lord of Anyi too well. I think you need to be punished," Li Yuan was standing taller now, his voice hard, more demanding. The teacher was now in his element. He had taught Qin Shih Huang well, but it was now time to remind him who the real master was.

"Yes, yes, Master. I need to be punished," Qin Shih Huang whimpered. He slithered across the carpet on his knees to where Li Yuan was standing and took his teacher's cock in both hands and fed it into his mouth. Li Yuan stood there, pelvis hunched forward, and pulled Qin Shih Huang's hair and slapped his face with open palms while the young man pumped his cock in and out his mouth.

"The pallet. Now!" Li Yuan commanded.

"Yes, Master," Qin Shih Huang answered in a whispered tone after taking his mouth off Li Yuan's cock. He stumbled back to the side of the tent, in the shadows, where animal skins, layered thick on a low platform, lay between four sturdy lacquered-wood posts. Li Yuan tied the young rulers wrists off on the two posts at the head of the bed and lifted and spread his legs and tied them off high on the posts at the foot of the bed, forcing pillows under the small of his back to raise the young man's buttocks to the level of Li Yuan's pelvis.

Then, while alternating fucking Qin Shih Huang's hole hard and roughly and slapping his buttocks red with hand and riding crop, the real master of the House of Qin gave orders to his young protégé for the conquests of the following day as the younger man moaned and groaned and asked for more and spilled his seed on the banks of the Huang Ho over and over again in the ecstasy of the mastering.