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The Vine

By: DuckieRhode



**Disclosure - - all characters in this story are of legal age (18 or older) and are not based on any real person living or dead, even though not stated in the story itself.**

"Every pair will be assigned a poem to read. I have passed out the poems. There is two of each poem in the class. I decided to do it this way to ensure a little more diversity in the groups. The groups are completely random. Everyone has a Robert Herrick poem, some are short some are long. What I expect of the groups is to figure out what the poems are about and be able to discuss it with the class on Monday as a group, so yes I am expecting you to get together out of class to discus the poems. Now before I turn you loose to find your partner please know that their will be no trading of poems. So enjoy your groups." Ms. Garret said to her senior English class.

Kara opened her poem and read it. Turning slightly pink she started praying to get a female partner. Kara knew she was shy and reading The Vine by Herrick with a guy in front of the class would be just too hard. But knowing her luck Kara figured that she would end up with some popular boy who would be to immature to handle a poem about sex.

Travis sat across the room staring at the poem reading it slowly a second time because he could not have been right the first time he read it. There was no way Ms. Garret would assign high school students a poem about sex, especially a poem that was about a guy wanting is dick to grow longer so he could fuck a virgin. Travis got up and started trying to find who had The Vine. He could see Kara blushing, please don't be her. "I dreamed this . . ." Travis started.

"Mortal part of mine was metamorphosed to a vine. So I see we are partners." Kara said trying not to cringe. This was even worse than a popular boy, this was a jock. "So . . . ."

"I guess we will have to get together to figure this poem out. I have practice tonight. I get done at about 5:30. We could get together after that, either your place or mine."

"Well I will be at work at that time. I work at the city library so if you wanted to meet with me there. I mean you have no clue how boring it is on a Friday evening."

"Ok I guess I will see you at the library at about 5:45, I don't need a library card to get in do I?"

Kara laughed at Travis's worried expression, "No, you don't. I will just sneak you in the front door." Kara picked up her books and left the class room. Thankfully it was the last class of the day; she did not have to pretend to get along with Travis any longer. As she thought back over the conversation Kara had to admit to herself that he actually was not that hard to talk with, maybe this assignment would go ok.

That day at baseball practice Travis stood in the center field watching the other guys run around. He kept an eye on the ball, but today his mind was not really in the game. He kept thinking about the poem that he had read earlier. It was kind of interesting that he got paired with Kara, at least Kara was smart. 

It was about 5:30 so Kara walked to find a large volume or renaissance poetry. Looking through it Kara found the poem that they had to go over. Since no one was in the library Kara decided to read the poem out loud. "The Vine by Robert Herrick. I dreamed this mortal part of mine Was metamorphosed to a vine, Which, crawling one and every way, Enthralled my dainty Lucia. Methought, her long small legs and thighs I with my tendrils did surprise: Her belley, buttocks, and her waist By my soft nervelets were embraced About her head I writhing hung And with rich clusters (hid Amoung The leaves) her temples I behung, So that my Lucia seemed to me Young Bacchus ravished by his tree. My curls about her neck did crawl, And arms and hands they did enthrall, So that she could not freely stir ( All parts there made one prisoner). But when I crept with leaves to hide Those parts which maids keep unespied, Such fleeting pleasures there I took That with the fancy I awoke, And found (ah me!) this flesh of mine More like a stock than like a vine." Kara had gotten wrapped up in reading the poem that she did not hear Travis enter the library.

"So you know the poem pretty well it seems," Travis said as he perched on the corner of the desk.

"I was . . .um . . . just reading out loud." Kara said as she went red again. 

"So do you wanna move to one of the tables or what?"

"Sure I will just take the cordless phone with me." Kara picked up the thick volume of poetry and walked to one of the tables with Travis. "Ok so how should we go about this? I mean I know what I think the poem is about and I am sure that you do as well."

"Yeah, I have an idea but I don't think that we could discuss what I think it is about in front of the class."

"So you read it like it is about sex as well?"

"Um . . . yeah." Travis shifted in his chair a little.

"Well maybe we could discuss certain aspects of the poem in pieces instead of as a whole. Like maybe seeing with type of iambic meter it has, or any rhyming sequence."

"Well, I have only read the poem once and heard you recite the last three lines, so how about I reread it quickly then we can make some decisions." Travis said looking at Kara. Seeing her nod Travis pulled the volume of poetry over to him and reread the poem. After a few minutes, "He wants to fuck a virgin!"

"I didn't see that in there so much as him just wanting to have a vine like penis to allow him to unknowingly have sex with his Lucia." 

Travis and Kara talked about the poem for a little while, the entire time Travis kept shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"Is something wrong Travis?" Kara looked at him with her head tilted to the side slightly, "did you get hurt at practice today? Get hit by a fly ball?"

"I am ... um ... I'll be fine."

"You do not sound so sure of that. Is there anything I can do for you, we have some ice packs in the back freezer." 

Travis was shocked this girl who he would normally never look at twice was being incredibly kind to him and even seemed to care if he was alright. The funny part was that she was the reason that he was uncomfortable. Here in the library she did not seem as odd as she did in school. Her conservative clothing that only slightly caressed her curves seemed right. Travis felt his cock twinge again as his thoughts drifted over Kara. Trying to keep her from noticing that he was aroused Travis slide the volume of poetry back over to Kara. As she bent her head to look for the iambic meter of the poem Travis studied her. Kara's hair was a mousey sort of brown color, not so much unattractive but plain, at least it was until she tilted her head and Travis noticed soft dark brown highlights mixed in. Travis knew what Kara's eyes were like from staring in them through out the evening as they discussed a sex poem; they were a soft blue that appeared grey in some lights. She was not a stunningly beautiful girl, but what Kara had was an innocent beauty that could not be matched by many people. 

"Um ... Travis you are staring at me." Kara said blushing.

"So I was. It is just that I never noticed how nice you are to look at before, you always seemed so out of place at school, yet here you just look so very right."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment? If it is, you are lacking in the charm skills. I would have assumed that you would have been more of a charmer."

"What if I am not trying to charm you just to be honest?"

"Um ... I ... um ... don't know what to say," Kara said as she looked down.

Travis reached over and softly lifted Kara's chin, making her eyes met his, "You should never look down for anyone, least of all me."

Kara gasped at his words; no one had ever said anything like that to her. She was used to being insulted by the guys in her class. She was just the place freak with the brain. Yet here was a baseball player, who Kara secretly has a crush on, saying sweet movie like lines. Kara blushed at her own thoughts.

Seeing her blush caused Travis to loose his rationally thoughts. He leaned closer to her closing the small gap between them as they sat beside each other. Looking into Kara's eyes with his fingers still on her chin Travis softly meshed her lips with his. 

Kara was shocked at first to find that Travis was kissing her. As she gasped in surprise Travis slide his tongue into her mouth. When the sensation rolled over her Kara forgot all about being surprised and leaned closer to Travis. 

After about a minute Travis broke the kiss, "I should not have done that." He said as he ran his hand through his russet colored hair.

"Why not?" Kara asked sad that Travis did not want to kiss her after all.

"Well, you are Kara, you are much to good for me. I mean look at you, you are smart and innocent and sweet and I am nothing but a jerk who would never have normally looked at you twice if I did not have to read a poem about sex with you. And even then I probably would not have looked at you twice if I had not walked into listen to you recite the poem."

"But you said you only heard the last three lines."

"Yeah I lied ... see another reason you are too good for me, I lie."

"What if I said I didn't care?"

"You shouldn't as that would make me think that there was an option for this to go farther than it already has. I should go. You can figure out what we are going to do and email me." Travis quickly scribbled his email address down on a small sheet of paper.

As Travis handed Kara the sheet of paper Kara grabbed his hand and would not let go. "Please stay a little longer, you are not too good for me, you are perfect for me, someone to shake up my boring life. I ... um ... don't want you to go."

"Kara do you know what you are implying?"

"That I want you." Kara whispered blushing as she looked down towards the table.

Once more Travis gently raised Kara's chin, "That is nothing to be ashamed of. And what did I tell you about looking down?" Travis was shocked that Kara was admitting out loud that she wanted him; he would have expected it from one of the cheerleaders but not from this adorable quiet sweet young woman.

Kara knew that no one was going to come to the library at this time of the night, the only reason that they still kept it open was that occasionally some high schoolers would come in to get away from others in the high school jet set. Mainly nerds looking up information on science related stuff. Releasing Travis's hand Kara slowly walked to the main entrance and locked the door. 

"Kara are you positive that this is what you want?"

"Yes. I have dreamed of this moment. When I would have you alone in my library and you would want me as much as I want you."

"Babe that is not a dream that is an all out fantasy, and it has always been one of mine to make someone's fantasy come true." Travis sat in the chair and watched Kara come back towards him.

"I have never done this Travis you are going to have to help me along. It is not that I do not know what to expect. It's just that I have never actually done this with a guy so you will need to help me along." Kara said.

Travis walked over to the other side if the table where Kara was standing, looking nervous and excited at the same time. While staring into Kara's eyes Travis slowly lowered his mouth to hers. Their lips met softly. Travis felt Kara eagerly open her mouth to the invasion of his tongue this time. Wrapping his arms around Kara Travis could tell that she had a slender body with all the right curves, the type of body she should be thrilled to show off not the type to hide behind conservative clothing like she does. He could feel Kara's hand moving tentatively along his back.

Kara was a little shocked by the care that Travis was taking with her. She had expected him to be like all the teenage boys she had heard of that strive to just sink their cocks into a girls pussy, but he seemed to care about making this good for her as well.

Travis lowered his hand down Kara's back and slowly moved it up the inside of her shirt rubbing her bare back softly. Her skin felt smooth and warm beneath his hand. Travis broke the kiss to remove Kara's shirt. He was more than a little surprised to see Kara wearing a sexy black demi bra. Travis could hardly contain himself from ripping her pants off to see is her panties matched her bra, but knowing that this was Kara's first time Travis held himself in check. "Damn, Kara. Why do you hide yourself the way you do?" He asked but didn't wait for an answer before he started kissing her chest above her bra.

Kara moaned softly at the feeling of Travis's lips grazing softly over her. She had always known that the feelings would be exquisite but this was beyond even her expectations and Travis had not even touched her breasts yet. Kara could feel Travis spinning her so her back was to the table. Kara started to claw at Travis's shirt wanting to see his bare chest.

Travis felt Kara's nails dig into his back. Stepping back from her again he pulled his shirt over his head, smiling at Kara's gasp. He knew he looked good; keeping in shape for baseball had given him a nice six-pack and sculpted pecs. Many of the baseball bunny's had commented on his "sexy chest," Travis was just happy that Kara liked his as much as he liked hers. Kara's chest did not seem over inflated like the girls with large breast, yet she had obviously already hit puberty, if he had to guess her bra size he would probably say a 34 b/c, he knew he was bad at guessing but her breasts were perfect.

Seeing Travis's chest Kara decided to go with her cravings and leaned forward and licked his chest. Listening to Travis suck in his breath, and then expelling a soft moan. As she was licking all over his pectoral muscles Travis started to rub and pinch Kara's nipples. Kara bit down on Travis's pec. "Wow!"

Travis started to unbutton Kara's pants and pushed them to the floor. Her panties did match her bra, and if he was guessing that they were thong style. All Travis could do was stare. This was Kara, the conservative shirts buttoned to her neck and skirts that reached the floor, wearing a matching set of black underclothing. Kara's hips matched her breast not tiny yet not over inflated; they were simply perfect for him. Travis could not remember the last time that he was this hard. Travis reached up and unclasped the front clasp on Kara's bra, letting himself have the full view. Smiling he moved his head down to lick Kara's right nipple, then the left. 

Kara moved back against the table. She could feel the cold edge of the table against her bare ass cheeks. Kara was moaning in pleasure as Travis kept sucking on her nipples. She felt him reach down and grasp her ass and lifted her on the table so she was sitting on it.

"Are you sure that you want to be doing this, Baby? Right now I could stop but shortly I will not be able to." Travis asked as he gently ran his hand along her inner thigh.

"Travis if I did not want this I would not be doing it. I want you. I want you badly."

Travis decided that they had talked enough. It was time for some action. Finding the edge of her panties Travis slid his finger along her satiny moist folds. He was a little surprised at how wet Kara was for a virgin. The sound of Kara gasping in pleasure thrilled Travis as he flicked his finger over her clit. As Kara was moaning in pleasure Travis slid a second finger inside of Kara's nether lips, slowly slipping them into her vagina.

"Oh yes. That is ohhhhhhhhhh..."Kara could not believe the sensations that Travis was invoking in her.

The feeling of more moisture flooding to Kara's pussy was making Travis's cock harden even more than it already was. Travis bit down softly on Kara's right nipple. Having always heard about a virgin's pain the first time Travis decided to help Kara orgasm before he entered her. "Kara, baby, I want to do something for you. I want to lick you until your mind feels like it if going to explode."

Before Kara could even speak Travis started kissing and licking down her stomach. Kara was not exactly sure what Travis was planning, but what she did know was that it felt good. Closing her eyes Kara laid back against the cold wood table top. Kara was marveling at the feeling of Travis's tongue sliding over her skin, she did not even notice when Travis removed her thong. Kara gasped in shock and pleasure as Travis licked softly over her wet nether lips, "Travis what are you doing?"

"I am going to help you experience and orgasm before I take your virginity. I want you to have pleasure before the pain. Now shhhhhhhhhh and let me do what I do best." Travis laid a hand on each of Kara's knees and spread her legs wide apart. Moving his head between her legs Travis inhaled deeply loving the scent of aroused female. Travis started to lick Kara's clit. As she Kara started to raise her pelvis off of the table Travis put a hand right above her downy curls and held her down. Licking faster Travis could hear Kara gasping and occasionally making a squeaking sound, as the pleasure was ripping through her.

Kara could hardly believe the wonderful sensations she was feeling as Travis's tongue slid around her pussy. Opening her eyes Kara leaned up on her elbows and looked how to see Travis looking up at her as he lapped at her pussy. "Mmmm Travis that is so mmm."

Knowing that he could not hold out much longer Travis took the hand he still had on Kara's leg and slid two fingers in deep while still licking Kara's clit. Travis stared up into her eyes. From the dilation of her pupils he could tell that she was close. Travis sucked down on Kara's clit, softly dragging his teeth over the hard nub. 

Kara screamed as the sensations racked her body causing her to orgasm.

Travis felt Kara's climax hit as her pussy muscles squeezed his fingers. Travis kept licking slowly as Kara's climax started to subside. Travis could hear Kara moaning in pleasure. Removing his head from Kara's pussy Travis looked up at Kara; she had closed her eyes and was breathing heavily. Moving swiftly Travis tore open the condom that he had removed from his wallet, and then he slid his boxers and jeans off at the same time. Just as Kara was opening her eyes Travis moved his body over top of hers. "You ready baby?"

"Oh yes let me feel your vine, find that place that maid keep unespied," Kara said as she wrapped her hands around Travis's neck.

Hearing Kara use the poem so casually made Travis smile down at her, "My vine shall indeed find that area that maid seek to keep unespied. I shall take my fleeting pleasure as well." Travis decided that they had had enough talking to last them for a while and lowered his mouth to Kara's, sliding his tongue in slowly to mingle with Kara's. Reaching down Travis pulled one of Kara's legs up to his waist, just holding her leg there as he kissed her. 

Kara wanted to feel Travis's body as close to her as possible. When he pulled her leg up to his waist she marveled at the new closeness that brought her, so she raised her other leg to his waist as well. She could feel her core pressing hard against Travis. If the moan that he let out was any indication than Kara was definitely doing something right. Kara placed her hands on Travis's shoulders, then breaking the kiss she whispered one word in his ear, "please."

Hearing the breathy sound leave Kara's delectable lips and moisten his ear Travis knew that he could not wait any longer. Still holding Kara's leg Travis kissed her deeply one more time as he started sliding his cock into Kara's moist pussy. As he felt the resistance of her virginity he quickly broke threw it and sheathed himself to the hilt. Travis felt Kara tense beneath him; at first he was afraid that he had really hurt her badly. Leaning back on his elbow he looked down on Kara, "Are you ok baby?"

"It hurt at first, but now it just feels strange." Kara paused as she looked up at him, "I think I am ok maybe you should move or something . . . so that I can see if it still hurts."


The Vine



Travis could not ever remember hearing something as sweet as this girl asking so unpretentiously for him to fuck her. Travis amazed himself with him control. Slowly, very slowly he started to move above Kara. He could tell that the pain was well passed and that she was feeling pleasure. She was moaning loudly in his ear and her nails were digging into his shoulders, Travis was pretty sure that she was going to leave marks, but they would be worth it. 

Kara could hardly believe just how good Travis felt in her, every time that he withdrew his cock and slid it back in the incredibly feeling seemed to grow. This felt so much better than his tongue and finger had felt. Kara closed her eyes so that all she was doing was feeling Travis's body sliding over and inside of her. All of the sudden Kara felt herself reach a pinnacle and burst over it.

It was not hard for Travis to tell when Kara came. She screamed loudly in his ear and he knew that her nails had pierced the skin of his shoulder. The feeling of her walls squeezing his cock was wonderful. He could not remember a feeling like this before. He thrust three more times before the sensation of her pussy wall milking his cock made him come. With a rumble from deep inside of his chest he spewed his come inside of the condom. Then he laid still on top of Kara.

Kara slowly opened her eyes to look up into Travis's. She could also see him smiling. "Thank you," Kara said as she leaned up and softly kissed him on the nose.

Travis was astonished that Kara was thanking him for taking her virginity from her. Travis rolled off of Kara yet kept her pressed tight to him. "I think I have a whole new appreciation of Renaissance poetry and oak tables," Travis said as he held Kara.



The Vineyard



A soft cool mist showered down on her sheet wrapped body as she stood on the terrace watching the dawn's light creep over the vast fields. What a glorious sight it was to behold. When she turned, she saw an even more breath taking sight unfold before her sleepy eyes. It was the form shrouded in the thin crisp linen that her eyes now rested upon. The morning light cast shadows over His slumber, and she carefully turned back to the landscape to again gaze at the growing light. Her hand rose to shield her sensitive vision from the blinding rays that now caressed the greenery as far as the eye could see. As she stood to bask in the warmth of the sun, a hand slipped under the sheet that bound her body. With a start, she turned into His strong grasp to receive a warm good morning hug. Her chin tipped upward as she whispered, "Good morning Master."

"Good morning love. You are up early I see."

With a nod, she laughed softly. "Aye Master, I so wanted to rise and meet the dawn. I just didn't know I would have the pleasure of Your company while I did so. Such a sweet surprise!" He chuckled to Himself as her body turned its back to His curves. What a perfect fit, she thought as He wound Himself around her. They stood at the edge of the terrace, greeting the morning as the dew began to burn off of the tender foliage below.

"What plans do you have for us today my pet?" He murmured into her ear.

"Oh, it is a bit of a surprise Master. Please don't ask me to reveal it so soon," she begged playfully. His soft growls of concession made her smile His smile ~ the one she saved only for Him. She went on, "Will You be having breakfast now or should I run Your bath?" For a moment, she could feel Him contemplating the two before He spoke. 

"I think that I will have breakfast with you to make sure you eat, and then a shower instead of a bath. Now, what shall we have then?"

Her eyes shut tightly. As her face contorted into a grimace, she realized that remark about breakfast was directed toward her choice of dieting as of late. He quickly spun her around to give her a look from His warm inviting eyes. Though His tone was kept light, she knew Him to be very concerned as far as her health went. He was so attentive to those kinds of things much as she worried so over His rest and health. It was this sort of balance that kept them both so straight on their path.

"Would it be alright if I just had a light breakfast then Master? Perhaps some toast and jam with a glass of orange juice? I’m not that hungry yet, and I’d rather not be too full for the plans I have for later."

His eyes twinkled for a second before He responded, "Yes My dearest, that sounds fine. I think I will have the same with a bit of oatmeal flavored with strawberries and a cup of coffee. Will you get that ready for us while I grab my robe and wake up?" A nod is what He got before He released her with one last glance at the day's starting splendor. On tiptoes, she stood to plant a dainty angel kiss on the tip of His nose. He laughed full and round as He padded off to the bedroom to find His robe. She turned just in time to see the sheet drop from His massive frame. A small gasp jumped to her throat at the exhilaration of seeing His nakedness. She watched Him pull His robe around His shoulders and then go off to freshen up. 

She was in the kitchen before she knew it with bread already in the toaster. She was anxious to put her plans into action. For months, she scrimped and saved for this trip. How hard it was to find a gift that suited Him. How difficult it was to give Him something that went above all she wanted to give Him. She would give Him the sun and moon were she able to capture them. So instead, she decided to surprise Him with the trip they had wistfully talked about for ages. Carefully, she set aside a few dollars here and there. The day she called to make the arrangements, she could barely keep still. Energy bubbled from every inch of her body. He was curious, but allowed her some secrets that He knew to be important to her, knowing that she would not keep anything harmful from Him. Her secrets always were tokens of love and devotion for Him, so He could not deny her the pleasure of presenting them to Him when the time was right. In fact, He delighted in watching her prepare, running to and fro, and then in waiting for her to decide the time was perfect. She almost became giddy around that time, and He so loved to see her smile.

***

It was only yesterday that she packed their luggage with care, and finished the last minute chores before shuffling Him off to the train station. He was a bit shocked by the whole train idea, but found it a bit charming as well. The sparkle in her eyes was unavoidable as they boarded and took to their private car. Since He worked earlier that morning, He was so exhausted and she saw that in His features. Warm oils were brought out from her bag to her fingertips, which traced circles along His bared back. Over and over, she worked them into His sore muscles until He was fast asleep. With a loving stealth, she cleaned them both and curled up beside Him to dream until the train lurched to a halt at their stop sometime near midnight. It had been hours upon hours, but in their sleeping state, it seemed only like minutes.

He had no clue where she was taking Him, but He still refused to question. He knew that the mischievous grin plastered on her face said enough. The rent a car was waiting in the parking lot as they approached. It was a sleek little yellow convertible that seated two. Even in the dark, the car seemed to shine with neon brilliance. The porter loaded their bags into the trunk, and before He knew it, they were off. For some reason, He allowed her to drive although He really wanted to get behind the wheel of such a beautiful vehicle. This was one thing He couldn't let go without inquiring about.

"Why is it that you are driving and not I?"

"Because I know the directions, and if I told You, it would spoil the whole idea of it being a surprise Master. The car is Yours to drive as much as You'd like later, I promise. Please just indulge me a little while longer. I chose this car with You in mind, so I could not think of Your not having the pleasure of driving it." A devastating smile followed her explanation, so He dropped it with a peculiar snicker. 

As the car veered onto an old dirt road, His eyes swept the darkened landscape. Vineyards danced along the plain for as far as the eye could see. Merriment was evident as His realization took shape. The towering black frame of a building rose on the horizon, and she pulled up to its columned entry. With a wild giggle, she sprang from the car and whirled about the grounds in a lively dance. Slowly, He joined her at her side to take in the whole picture. It became clear that she had rented out a house on a vineyard for a pre-Christmas retreat. Their holidays were spent with family and friends, so she planned the trip a few days before the festivities were to begin. She stopped and turned to Him just in time for Him to pick her up, thrust her up in the air and spin her round and round. The crisp night air surrounded them.

"My little imp!! You did this for us, for Me? I can't believe you managed to plan all of this with Me being none the wiser. What a little devil I have!"

"Oh tell me You're pleased with this Master! Please tell me that I thought right in what You would want."

A nod was all He could manage due to the shock settling in. As she wound her arms up around His neck, she smiled satisfied and content in His embrace. He quickly grabbed her wrists and held them bound in His large hand. His free hand flipped sideways to swiftly and playfully crack her backside. It wasn't a hard smack, but enough to sting. She winced and then relaxed to a sigh. They ambled up the front steps, luggage in tow, and went off to find their way.

Since she rented the whole place for the weekend, no one else was around. The stone walls were cool to the touch, but so invitingly warm to the eye. Cast iron chandeliers hung from barn beam rafters adorned with delicate lace plates and bushels of dried flowers. A towering Christmas tree stood in the center of the room with boxes of ornaments lying beside it. Piles of lights also sat in wait next to the enormous tree.

"I wonder where they found such a big tree. I doubt I've seen one that large in captivity," He joked.

"That's another part of the surprise Master," she gleefully explained. "I had it specially chopped for just this occasion. I know we won't actually be here for Christmas day, but I thought we could decorate it and leave the people who will be here something nice for their holiday. You know how I am with my Christmas lights and decorations."

He laughed and nodded as He looked around the room again. The electric candles gave off a soft glow that shed just enough light to show them the way upstairs. Each room was looked over by Him until He chose the perfect one. As He led her inside, she noticed the large soft bed in the center, the high ceilings, the wide windows and the small writing desk in the corner. After a light midnight snack, they decided sleep was best after the lengthy journey. First, He flopped down under the thick blanket of fluffy down. Then, He beckoned her to join Him, to which she slipped beneath the covers to curl up in the graceful arch of His body.

*

She had to shake the memories of the previous days events from her head, but she still held onto the smile they brought. He was so surprised then, and now the day was swiftly getting away from her as the sun was rising high in the pale naked sky. After she tied her kimono style robe around her, the food was placed on the table. He came down and with a grin, began to eat. Silence filled the room as He read the local paper, and she nibbled her toast. She had just finished the second slice when He looked over His paper at her.

"I would like for you to submit yourself to me now My darling."

She looked up slowly from the glass she held at her lips, and without drinking, she set it aside and rose. Before she could lower to her position, He snagged her arm and pulled her down to His lap. With lightning flash speed, He had her bent over His knees. The look of shock was evident on her face, and the look of sweet satisfaction was apparent on His. As fast as He pulled her down to Him, He had her robe flipped up over her rear. Slowly, her head ducked to bury down into His leg in wait. Making her wait ~ anticipating the blow ~ holding back the impact for as long as He could stand it was His way of impressing the torture. That was the moment of truth ... when His hand met her soft pliant flesh. The echo rang out in her ears, and the shrieking yelp that followed was music to His ears. Three fast cracks came immediately after until her lily-white skin was turning the palest shade of pink. Long piano players fingers strummed along the heated flesh until He reeled back and let loose with four more hard strikes. Her cries could be heard throughout the house, but no one was there to care. Only what He heard mattered, and He was happy with the result when He let her up. Tears welled in the corners of the blue pools, but she wore a hint of a smile. She knew He wasn't angry with her ... He only wanted to give her a reminder that she was His.



"I thought that to start the day that way would be better than any other My pet. Now, get moving and get ready. I'd like to know what these plans entail sometime today."

"Yes Master," she softly responded as her legs wobbled beneath her. Her hands soothed along now bright red ass cheeks. With each step, she reached to an invisible rail to attempt to steady her unsure gait. He tapped His right cheek with His index finger silently requesting a small kiss. She broadly smiled as she turned and bent low to present Him with the subtle brush of her lips.

Once they both had dressed in some casual clothes ~ khaki pants and short sleeved shirts, they walked out the front door and took in the view. How wonderful it was to be away from winter’s icy grip for a while. That was another thing she had looked for while planning this trip ... someplace warm. It was definitely different to be dressed for spring instead of bundled up for snow. The warmth was refreshing in the rising rays of the sun.

The vineyard was wide and overgrown, but the path was unmistakably leading straight down the middle. As they walked linked arm in arm, they discussed various subjects of interest. The musky smell of grapes hung thick in the air and perfumed their senses. One could almost get drunk from the dense fermented aroma. Once they reached the middle of the vineyard, He could see a small picnic layed out. The typical red checked blanket sat with a wedge of cheese and two wine glasses. Behind that sat a dark maple trunk of wine racks filled with bottles. It resembled a large picnic basket, but it was much bigger and heavier. She had arranged to have it brought out here in the early hours of the morning so it would be here for this moment. It was insulated enough to keep the sun from heating the succulent wines. Each bottle held a different taste. She couldn't contain her glee at the little wine tasting picnic she had set up. He looked curious, but not yet overly excited.

He inspected the wine and found there to be a wonderful mix of flavors and varieties: Pinot Grigio, Merlot, Pinot Noir, Sauvignon Blanc, Cabernet Sauvignon, Zinfandel and Chardonnay. He was impressed slightly by her choices, but left the serving to her hands as well to see how that was handled. 

"I could serve the wine the plain old way in a fine crystal wine goblet Master, but I have a better idea."

He turned to see her standing on the blanket naked and blushing as bright as the grapes. Warmed by the sun, her skin also took on a dull brilliance. He made His way back to her and she traded places swiftly moving to the trunk. Her first choice was a rich red wine... the Merlot. Uncorking the bottle proved easy, and her fingers circled the opening as expertly as He often circled her fuck hole with His. She could tell by the look in His eyes that He was thinking the same thing. Seductive steps led her to His side as she knelt below. All He could do was watch in amazement this creature moving the way she was before Him. Her free hand leapt up to His crotch and tugged gently at His zipper. The button followed while the bottle was set on the ground. His eyes stared intently at the bottle neck as her hand glided up and down it as if she were stroking it expertly. Her teeth clenched onto His pants as she yanked them down to His ankles. With a jolt, His exquisite cock head jutted forth and pointed toward heaven itself. She hungrily licked her lips and dipped one finger into the small hole of the intense burgundy liquid. As it was removed, it dripped with the intoxicating goodness. She held that finger above the velvet smooth cock head until three drops mingled with His hard organ and ran down the sides. Again, she repeated the process over and over until His cock was tainted red.

He stood stock still, watching and waiting. His patience was wearing thin, but His arousal growing heavy. She looked up at Him for the final approval of the first part of her plan. With a slow nod of His ascension, she wickedly parted her lips. One lustful suck swallowed Him down, wine and cock together. Her mouth gulped at His throbbing helmet as her tongue lashed against the vein pulsing shaft. Moans radiated from above and she knew He was growing weak from standing.

Pulling back agonizingly slow, she took His sex from her mouth and held it. Again, she rose and took another bottle from the dark walnut rack. This time, a white wine... Sauvignon Blanc. The exotic distinctive wine swirled in the bottle as she sauntered back to Him. The cork flew off over a grape laden post, and He stifled a chuckle. The passion between them was nearly as thick as the smell from the wines. This one held a pungent tangy scent, and it filled His nostrils as she poured it over His twitching member. Incredulously, He watched the liquid spill over His cock, and this aroused Him ever more. The chilled wine felt good in the contrasting warmth of the noon sun high above. 



*

He decided it was time to take this into His hands for a time as His fingers reached up to tangle in her hair. With a fluid grace, He pulled her mouth to His raging hard on and forced her down on it harshly. As she gagged back the meditated fury of Him fucking upward into her mouth, He growled and groaned with primordial heat. Already, He felt near explosion, so He slowed and eventually stopped the motion. Her breathing matching His in pants and gasps, and they slowly regained composure for the time being. 

He found His voice and told her, "My little slut, you have definitely given Me a surprise to remember for always, but now, I think it's time for Me to take over. You have done well, but My mind is working overtime with things to do with You, to You ... right now."

"As You wish Master. I am just pleased that You enjoyed it thus far. That was my goal. As always, You may do as You like." A wistful sigh escaped her as the look in His eyes foretold of what was to come for her.

He swept up the half empty bottle of Merlot and ran its opening down her nude form. As it trailed down between her breasts, it left a trickle of crimson behind. Lower and lower it slid until the opening of the bottle was directly below the opening to her depth. Instinctively, her body shuddered at His touch. The cool glass then brushed against her wet heat, and again, a small groan found its way from her lips. All at once, the neck of the bottle slid deep inside her dripping mound. Still kneeling, her body rose and stretched upward to provide an easier thrust. Slowly, He fucked the vial in and out of her as His other hand began toying with her breasts. Pinching and pulling at her hard buds, pushing the bottle deeper and deeper into her cunt, He began to rock back and forth with the motion. 

He lowered His mouth to her ear and whispered in a low growl, "My little whore is very wet from the fucking Master is giving her, isn't she?"

Her mouth opened to respond, but He startled her with a quick, "Shh!" His teeth ran over her tender ear lobe until finally He sank them into the soft flesh, but not deep enough to hurt too much... yet.

The vessel was removed with an exhale from them both, and He looked it over once ... twice ... a third time before He held it deliciously close to her lips. "Does My slut want a sip?" 

She glanced at the red liquid now swirled with a soft tinge of white. A smile passed over her face as a cloud passes over the sun and then disappears. Her hand reached for the decanter, but He pulled it back to His own lips. A long lusty swig went down His throat smoothly, and He grinned wickedly. Again, He held it out to her and again, she reached. He pulled back, this time saying, "No."

One more time, the bottle was held at her lips. This time she understood. Her hands stayed upright on her thighs as her body tilted toward Him. Tipping it up, the red wine splashed against her palate when He turned the bottle to flow into her. A large mouthful was collected and as He pulled it away, she swished it back and forth before swallowing. She could taste herself in the heady wine, and it excited her. Tiny rivulets flowed from the corners of her mouth, but she dared not wipe them away.

He stood then and towered over her. His hand plunged into His pocket and brought forth her collar and chain. She smiled knowing it was missing from her dresser this morning, and figured He had moved it. He clasped it around her neck with no words. The expressions on both of their faces told all that needed said. As He raised back straight, He tugged at the chain for her to follow. At once, she started to rise to her feet. His hand whirled around to give a silent, but understood command. He wanted her to crawl instead of walk. She dropped to all fours and began to follow Him across the small clearing to a bramble of grape vines twisted up over a large archway. Her knees scraped along the soft moist ground. Dirt clung to her palms as she moved along behind Him. He turned to look at her, catlike and sensual in her slinking sleekness.




The Vineyard



It was a beautiful fall day in Niagara-on-the-lake, in southern Ontario. It is the time of year for the grapes to be harvested in the wine region of Eastern Canada. Matthew's schedule was tight and he had been watching the vineyards closely since returning from Chile on the World Winemaker's Conference in Santiago. His Assistant, Richard de Grosse, had been invaluable to him during the summer lead up to this. His attention to detail helped Matt take care of many of the external aspects of the business without concerns, however, everybody stayed close to home when harvest time came around. It was this time of year that Matt took the reins back and everybody was on edge as they waited for the cue to begin picking. The crates had arrived, the bottles were ready, and the casks were constructed. The weather forecasts were closely monitored, but it all c/ame down to the grapes.

The workers had broken into sectional groups or teams. Each section was monitored by a leader who reported back to Richard over the summer, but Matthew always granted Richard a break when he returned from his travels. For the next few days, supervisors would report directly to him instead. As Matthew was in the distillery, talking to the artisans about the casks and the quality of oak that had been shipped, a woman came walking in seemingly concerned about something and intent on getting answers. "Where's Richard?!" she demanded. 

Matthew turned around very annoyed at the intrusion. Every employee should be aware of the boundaries and restrictions on these premises and only himself or Richard were allowed to cross into all areas of labour on the grounds. Otherwise, pickers remained in the housing near the fields, carpenters remained in their regions around the workhouses and woodshops, and brewers and chemists remained around the winery. "Who, may I ask, is looking for Richard?" Matthew inquired with an irritating tone in his voice.

"Kristen!" she replied curtly. "Not that it is any of your business! Richard said he would have the lamps replaced for my team two days ago! Where are they? How are we to get anything done in time for harvest if the equipment is not working?" she fumed.

Matthew was intrigued by the arrogance and authoritative manner of this woman who, obviously, did not know who she was addressing. He observed her carefully. The woman was tall, about five feet, 8 inches, and had a short bob of dark brown hair. The denim shirt she wore was unbuttoned conservatively but enough to show a slim neck that disappeared intriguingly beneath the heavy fabric that obviously caused a mild perspiration on her dark, slightly weathered skin. Her chest was small but perky still and hung naturally, beneath the fabric. She looked to be about early forties. She was very fit and strong with beige work pants fitting nicely around her firm ass. Without giving his identity away, he continued the conversation. "Richard had to leave for a little while. Perhaps I can help you. Which lamps need servicing?" he asked.

Kristen crossed her arms and smirked. "The ones that have been sitting in the workshop for four days now." 

Matthew spoke to the artisan he was with for a couple of seconds and strolled toward Kristen sizing her up and down with a look she could not quite distinguish. Was it attraction or disgust? She couldn't quite figure him out. Not that she cared much for the labourers. If anything, it infuriated her more to be on the receiving end of such hotheaded behaviour by the locals even though she had a master's degree in Cellular Botany. Finally, she was beginning to gleam some respect for her knowledge of the grapes from Richard and he disappears without notice. Now she will have to start all over again.

As they both arrived at the workshop, they weren't surprised to find it empty, since it was getting close to suppertime and employees were closing shop for the evening. As Matthew unlocked the workshop, he motioned for Kristen to lead the way. "Show me these lamps you were mentioning." 

Kristen searched the work surface of the shop and came to rest on four field lamps in a string. She inspected each of the lamps and found them to be fully functional again, with a note beside them. Written in scribbled charcoal was "Prioritize. Ready by Friday! Richard." It was now Sunday. She picked up the lamps and turned to see Matthew observing a time chart. "Brian has not been in since Friday. The lamps were finished on Friday. He stayed behind to finish them before he left. Is everything resolved now?" He glared at her as if she was a five year old again. 

This infuriated her even more to be resented for doing her job, for making sure that the work was done and on time. She knew she was the reason most of the vineyard was in as good a shape as it was, considering the cheap resources, if any, that they provided to them to care for the vines. How dare he chastise her for giving a damn! With that thought, she marched to the doors of the workshop and left without looking back, without a thank you, or a handshake. Meanwhile, Matthew stood there in the workshop feeling very disturbed by the beauty that just left him behind. She was probably a widow or lesbian or had some feminist, bitchy personality. This is why he stuck to the grapes. They were less complex than women. Handle grapes with tender love and care, and they never let you down. They even bring you profit instead of costing you. With that thought, Matthew locked up the workshop and returned to the casks to see if Brian was still there. 

Walking into the cellar, the smell of oak and spice produced a heady feeling for him. He found his favourite chair in the corner where a shelf showed a set of binders, an autograph book, and a small wine rack with a few select bottles in it and four wine goblets. Matthew sat down to peruse the book and see who had visited this summer while he had been travelling. His mind was too preoccupied though, by the image of a woman with dark brown, short hair laying across the polished oak table. Her shirt was opened and all that remained on her supple body was work socks and a thong. He could see the lines of her eyes deepen as the look of ecstasy crossed her face. The wine from his glass slowly found its way from her neck and collarbone, between her breasts, and continued downward to pool in her bellybutton. 

As Matthew continued to fantasize about Kristen, his manhood grew rapidly, straining beneath his designer pants. His thoughts turned to the insolent look she had given him as she marched into the distillery earlier to confront him as if she owned the vineyard. The thought of introducing himself to her tomorrow and seeing the expression on her face once she realizes who she spoke so arrogantly to, this evening, fueled his fire. He had worked his ass off all of his life to get this small family hobby up to the success it was now. 

Wiping that smug look off her face brought images of dominance into his fantasy. His thoughts turned more aggressive. He had visions of himself shoving her against the doors of the cellar room and holding her jawline and throat firmly in his hand as his body slammed hers. The fantasy sent a flash of electricity through his loins. Loosening his pants, he had to let his cock spring forth to reduce the painful pleasure he felt. Stroking his shaft with his hand, he let his head fall back and inhaled the sweet smell of oaken wine casks, grapes, and her scent which still lingered in his memory. Imagining himself thrusting into her with all of his strength and prowess as she gives into him without restrain, sends a deep moan past his lips. Thoughts of her beautiful lips being bruised by his as he devours her with all of his manly strength until he claims all of her in one full rush of heat. As his fantasy reaches its peak, he shoots his load onto the ground providing quick relief from this stressful day. With one more frustrating gulp of merlot, he can feel the warmth engulf him. He quickly tidies himself, returns the book to its original position on the table, spreads fresh ground around the area to disguise his presence and grabs the wine bottle to take with him to his private rooms in the house.

The next morning Kristen got up early to get ready to reconnect the lamps to the path they belong to. The lights not only provided visibility for the workers, it also provided photosynthesis for the vines by copying ultraviolet light, similar to natural sunlight, so that the grapes could continue to produce the sugars needed for fermentation. These lamps had been out of operation too long and they had to use temporary lamps of lesser quality which was not giving the proper amount of energy needed to maintain the glucose production rates. She has to find out the name of the man who found the lamps for her last night. Although he was an asshole, he did help her find the lamps, so she should at least thank him for that. For now, though, sugar production rates are more important. She heard that the owner was returning soon to inspect the grounds and she was not going to be caught with her pants down, so to speak. 

Memories of the mystery man who found the lamps for her sent sensations through her body that she has not felt in years. Having settled with the idea that she would be alone and independent the rest of her life, helped keep her focussed on her career goals. She did not need to be distracted now. She recalled the conversation last night and she still could not figure out who the man was or what his reaction was to her. Men were usually easy to read...sexist and horny. This man surprised her. She had to find out who he was and what he is hired for.

Kristen was attaching the lamps back into place over the vines when Matthew strolled up behind her along with two other team leaders from other sections of the vineyard. Phil and Gerry followed on each side of him talking rapidly and asked Gerry to pass her a connector for the cord. "Why don't you use a carpenter's belt and carry the items you need with you instead of having to go back and forth?" Phil suggested. 

"Fine! I'll get it myself!" Kristen answered indignantly.

"I will not tolerate such behaviour amongst my field crew, Ms. Bauer! We help each other. If you cannot work as a team member on my vineyards, you are free to go," Matthew ordered tersely. "Mr. Kenner was simply suggesting a way to make work easier for you. Apologise this instant or collect your gear!"

Kristen immediately recognized that voice and her skin tone went ashen. Straightening herself instantly, she stood up and faced the man she had yelled at last night. The same man who just claimed to be the owner of this winery. Her future was over. "Mr. Carter! I..I..apologise for the short temper. I have been working hard to see that the grapes were ripening on time for the harvest. There is no excuse for my behaviour." Kristen's face changed suddenly from white to fire red. "My intentions were never to insult Mr. Kenner."

"It is not me you should be apologising to!" 

"No. Of course not. Phil, I am sorry for being short tempered to you. It was disrespectful. I now it was not your intention to insult me. Please forgive me?" Kristen spoke to Phil, but still looked at Matthew. It was questionable as to whether or not the last question was directed at Phil or Matt, but, Phil answered anyway. "Not a problem. We have all been feeling the strain. It is a busy time of year," Phil replied.

Once the crew made nice, Kristen began to walk toward the equipment she owned when Matthew called out to her. "Ms. Hancock, I would like to see you back at the distillery! Since you seem to be so displeased with how things are run here, we shall discuss some options. Follow me please." Matthew turned and marched back toward the building where they had met for the first time the day before. Kristen immediately followed behind but with what first felt like shame was now becoming resentment. "How dare he make a fool of me in front of the other workers! What kind of employer is this man, anyway? Obviously not one with tact," she fumed. Why was she feeling so attracted to this man? Was she truly angry at Mr. Carter, or, was she angry at herself? She didn't need to think long for that answer. Her body responded quickly to his very presence. 

Kristen watched Matthew from behind as she followed him to the distillery. Even beneath the well-cut shirt and perfectly fitted pants that were obviously made for comfort, anybody could sense the confidence and strength that this man's body demonstrated. His broad shoulders were squared and relaxed. His arms swung forcefully by his side with strong forearms showing from the rolled up sleeves. His legs were like a power source all their own. His long strides and rapid pace were difficult to keep up with for most people. Fortunately, for Kristen, this was not the case. Her own European ancestry gave her long legs and dark hair. It was his torso though that she kept watching. The fire inside of her was not all from anger.

Upon entering the distillery, Matthew gave one glare to the lead artisan and all workers vacated the building immediately. When the doors closed, he swung around to face Kristen and the tension intensified. Kristen prepared herself to hear the dismissal and she took on a stance of defiance and haughty indifference to hide the insecurity she was feeling. Her legs were slightly apart, her shoulders squared and her hands were on her hips to project an intimidating stance. Matt circled Kristen like a panther getting ready for its final kill. Somebody had to say something.

"What did you bring me here for, Mr. Carter?"

"Matt."

Kristen's brows knitted together. What was he up to? "I am not certain formalities will make a difference, Mr. Carter. I still don't know..."

"Matt. My name is Matt. If you wish to address me, I ask that you call me Matt. You seem to have trouble following instructions, Kristen. May I call you Kristen? I prefer informal conversation here at my vineyard. This is home to me. I do not wish to feel like I am still in business mode when I am at home. Is that too much to ask?" 

"Of course not, Mr. Cart...I mean Matt. I apologise for the way I acted last night. I was not suspecting you to be the owner of the property." 

"Are you saying that you would have acted un-naturally around me if you had known who I am? I am glad you didn't then. I do not like it when people act like anybody but themselves just because they think they know what I want. To me, respect has nothing to do with false flattery as they put a dagger in my back as soon as I am not looking." Matthew motioned for her to follow him as he walked toward the casks. "These are my life, Kristen. These carry the product of my self-expression. I will not have employees trying to tell me how I want my product to be. I know what I want from the labour put forth. I know what it will require to accomplish that and I will expect my workers to follow my instructions to the letter. Is that clear?"

And why do you feel it is necessary to clarify this with me? Have I failed to accomplish your intended goals and deadlines? If that is so, Mr. Carter, I can guarantee that you may find a more obedient and obliging scientist to monitor your grapes, but you will not be able to find another with the passion for perfection that I have. If my performance is not to your liking, then say so now, so that I may give you time to find a more fitting figure, to bend to your every whim!" Kristen couldn't help herself at this point. The friendliness was gone and the last nerve she had that day was finally worn to a thread. She was furious! Politeness and friendliness, however implied, was gone now, and she was ready for battle. "I have put all of my heart and soul into these vines!"

Matthew stood straighter and with a few short steps, stood face to face with Kristen. Her green eyes glared directly at his blue ones. He could feel the daggers dart from her eyes into his and as she expressed her frustrations loudly and distinctly to him, her hands were flying through the air as if she was a sailor sending a message ashore by flag motion. "Do you feel like you want to take a swing at me, Kristen? What is causing you to feel like you have to explain and defend yourself at every turn?" With that statement, he grabbed her right hand in mid-air just before it swung toward him. "Do you think you can hurt me?" he asked with sarcastic arrogance as he glared back at her. 

Kristen relaxed her arm and instantly became coy and soft spoken. "Of course not, Mr. Carter. A strong man like yourself could easily take me. I could never compete with a man of your strength and power," she replied sweetly. As Matthew's other hand came to hold Kristen's chin up, Kristen raised her knee quickly to make painful contact between her left knee and his groin area. Matthew buckled over in pain as Kristen yanked her arm away from his grip and thought she had done enough to pay him back. She turned to walk away from Matthew when she felt him grab her ankles and she fell to the ground feeling his strong hands grab her legs. As she tried to kick him, Matthew fell directly on top of her to prevent her from kicking him a second time. Kristen let out a scream as his hand clamped over her mouth to quieten her. "This is not necessary, Ms. Brauer. I have no intentions of hurting you, but, I will defend myself if I must. May I remove my hand without hearing a scream?" Matthew's eyes were smoldering. This woman has awakened something in him that no other woman ever has. He was losing control quickly. He should be getting off of the woman as quickly as he could but he still did not move.

As Matthew removed his hand slowly from Kristen's mouth, he could see his own handprint on her mouth. Having not realized how much force he had used, he felt a rush of heat to his cheeks as his fingers traced a gentle line along her lips. Kristen wasn't certain what to say or do. She felt anger, embarrassment, fear, shame, lust, and something deeper. She couldn't tell what it was. She didn't know how to handle this intimate moment. His lips suddenly crushed against hers. She felt like fireworks were flying in every direction. How dare he! As if her strength suddenly found itself again, Kristen turned her face away from him quickly and muttered "I am not that kind of woman!"

Matt suddenly pulled himself off of Kristen as if stabbed by a dull knife. Kristen sat up suddenly and attempted to stand up again. Matthew tried to help her up and she charged him. Slamming Matt against one of the casks, Kristen held his shirt in her two fists and glared at him as she leaned into him, their noses almost touching. "I am not a woman who needs help. Especially not yours, Mr. Carter! I am a strong woman and I can take care of myself." With that statement, Kristen kissed him back as fiercely as he had kissed her. "Do you think you are superior to me because of your wealth, Mr. Carter?" Before he could answer, she tore his shirt open as the buttons went flying. Let's see how impressive you are without your designer clothing on. Is it the image that makes you strong, Mr. Carter? Is it the authority over others? Is it the sense of ownership over other people, Mr. Carter? Nobody owns me!" Kristen stripped Matt of his pants quickly and began to aggressively nibble and bite him along his neck and shoulder.

Matt was gone beyond control now. His animal instincts had taken over and it now felt like a lion and lioness in battle for ownership of everything including each other. Kristen reached inside of Matt's silk boxers and felt for his cock. She was not expecting to find the treasure that lay hidden just beneath. A month before she was hired here to work as Vineyard Divisional Supervisor, Kristen had ended her relationship with the last man, because he had accused her of expecting too much out of everybody, especially herself. She certainly wasn't expecting this! How she longed for a man who could give as good as he takes. With that thought in mind, she quickly watched his penis grow in front of her eyes. 




The Vineyard



Matt reached for Kristen's shoulders and shoved her to her knees holding her firmly to the ground, and bringing her lips level with his cock. He instantly grabbed the back of her head and forced her lips onto his cock. Forcing himself upon a woman was not his style, but Kristen was pulling every string and pressing every button. This was more than passion. His very dignity was being tested by this woman; this beautiful, aggressive, temptress of a woman who dared to challenge him, and challenge him on his own turf! Still, he felt like he had to take care of her, tame her, but, would he want to? This was an experience on a whole new level for Matt and he had never been this aroused before. Gawd she felt amazing on him! Still, he felt like he had to go deeper! He had to be a part of her. He grabbed her head with both hands and rammed his head deep into her throat, making her gag for a second, before her throat muscles opened again to take him all in. 

Kristen was not going to let him have the upper hand! No man would ever dominate her again like her father had. No man would control her destiny, her work, or her sex drive. She will battle this amazing man to the end. She will not be the one to submit, ever again! Kristen grabbed his huge shaft with her hands and caressed him firmly. His hands grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped the first few buttons off in an attempt to see her breasts. Kristen reacted by clasping Matt's testicles tightly in her right hand while her left hand continued with the hand job on his penis, to the point where it was becoming too tender. 

Matt's hands closed firmly around her neck tightening as he pulled her up to prevent her from hurting him. "I'm not sure I can trust you, Ms. Brauer! You seem to think you are in control of this situation. Might I remind you of whose property you are standing on? One call and I could have every employee in here to defend my honour and you would be finished!" He pushed her toward a work table not far from the casks where the testing equipment lay. Shoving her further back, Matt grabbed her arm just in time to prevent her from banging into a beam nearby. He pulled her down upon the table and held her face down on the tabletop. 

Kristen turned her head to glare back at him with resentment and felt that she had to put him in his place. She had to cut him down a bit. "It takes a powerful man to get his labourers to do his fighting for him. I must be quite a threat to you, if you feel you need a group of men to defend yourself against me. I could charge you with sexual assault right now!" Somehow, that accusation had aroused her more. What was wrong with her? Here she was, insulting her boss, threatening him, and yet all she could do was go right along with him. She couldn't fight him any more than she could a puppy right now. He had her eating out of his hands almost. His hands were gliding over her body, positioning her over the table, and all she could do was spread her legs wider in anticipation of him entering her. 

Matt tore the rest of her denim shirt off of her. His hands moved deftly around her tummy to undo her work pants and aggressively yanked them down around her ankles. Beneath the work pants was a thong. A skinny pink string of fabric slid invitingly up along the crack of her ass. Matt bent over her to whisper in her ear. "Do you have a boyfriend, Ms. Brauer? Does he like these on you? Does he fuck you with these still on? Do you like it up the ass, Ms. Brauer? I intend to get all of the answers Ms. Brauer. I will find out every detail I wish to know about my employees." Matt slid his right hand down along her spine to meet at the panties. His hand grabbed the cheek of her ass and pinched it firmly before slapping it on the right. Kristen jumped at the surprise of the slap. "I didn't get any answers, Kristen. Such a bad girl." His left hand slid from her neck to her ass and gently felt the smoothness of her firm behind before she heard a "tut tut" and he slapped the left ass cheek. 

As Matt slid his fingers beneath the G-string, his fingertip grazed her rear-end. Tracing circles around the anal entry, Matt knelt down to examine it a lot closer. He could get a faint scent of lavender from the fabric and he let the tip of his nose graze her opening to drink in both the lavender of the panties and the strong female essence emanating from her vaginal juices very close to him. With one finger, he pulled her panties aside to reveal her shaven pussy. With the other hand, he grazed the vaginal lips and they opened for him like a flower opens for the sunshine. The intoxicating scent of her flower made his cock pulsate. He wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to capture the moment that had been haunting him the night before in his dreams and make it real, but he knew if he did what his fantasy entailed, she could charge him with rape. He could not throw away his life on this woman, no matter how powerful her pull over him was. 

As Matt's hot breath blew gentle rushes of air along Kristen's outer lips, she was lost to him. She expected an aggressive attack on her opening but he hesitated. This drove her over the edge. It almost seemed like he was waiting for her consent. As her eyes locked with his, she could see the fire in his dark smoldering blue eyes and she was certain her own raw lust was begging him to release her. Without a spoken word, he acknowledged her as his tongue darted out to stroke along her labia, leading ever so gently up to her clitoris. His lips closed around her clitoris and sucked upon it with slow, enticing, tugs. His tongue traced stimulating circles with its tip over her clitoris sending wave after wave of bliss flowing through her. His tongue aggressively lapped at her inner opening, feeling her juices wash over his lips and chin, and he dove in, nose and all to breathe in her essence. His hands were massaging her ass and his thumbs began to tickle her other opening.

Kristen was rubbing herself against the oak table trying to push her ass closer to him, trying to feel his tongue enter her. She couldn't wait much longer. She stood up suddenly and turned to face him. Sitting up on the edge of the table, Kristen pulled off her pants and G-string and opened her legs to him. She knew what they both needed now. With her eyes never leaving his, she spoke only two words "Fuck me!"

That was all Matt had to hear. He quickly positioned himself at her opening and lifted her hips off the table with his hands. Bringing the tip of his huge cock to her vaginal opening, it was like her body had been waiting for him all of her life. Her vaginal lips began to slide gracefully over his tip and with one strong thrust, he entered her to the hilt. Immediately they began the most aggressive mating dance either of them had ever had. . His hands held her down as he fell on top of her. Both of them pushing, grabbing, biting, clawing, bucking, grunting, and gasping. The act was a savage one and yet their connection seemed to reach a core that no other person had been able to access before. It was a battle of wills, a struggle for self-evidence, and yet a passion never before released and it burst forth for both of them. Matt could feel himself about to explode and he embraced Kristen to capture this with her. Kristen was riding her own wave as her release suddenly exploded. Matt lifted her into his arms and her legs wrapped around him as she fell firmly upon him for the final thrust as he released a stream of semen that lasted beyond any other encounter he had ever had. His arms embraced her. One arm firmly around her waist and the other rose up along her back with his hand in her hair. As they both climaxed their lips met in the most encompassing kiss of all times. Their tongues battled as much as their wills had and suddenly, when all energy was exhausted by both of them, Matt backed up to a wall and collapsed onto the ground with Kristen still in his arms. 

They both collapsed like rag dolls. Their breathing was heavy. Their bodies were spent. The battle was over. Suddenly Kristen remembered the humiliating incident that happened prior to this and she straightened her back. Looking at Matt's pensive face, she had to ask the question. "Do I still have my job?" Matt couldn't help but laugh. His broad chest vibrated with the deep rumble that almost made her bounce. Matt looked into her eyes expressing annoyance, defensiveness, and hurt as she struggled to stand up. Matt, disappointed in the separation, quickly stood up and reached out for her again. His hand touched her cheek and he calmed his voice to a tenderness that touched her. He didn't want to hurt this woman. She had obviously been hurt sometime in the past and aggression was all she knew. He had to teach her that gentility does still exist. "You never risked losing your job Kristen. I simply wanted to explain to you that you already have the respect of your coworkers, superiors and subordinates and peers. You wouldn't have your job if you did not come highly recommended. You can drop the formality. Please. Call me Matt. Considering what just happened, I think a little informality is justified now. We all follow this pattern so nothing will seem out of place. I do think that we should allow the artisans to get back to work though.



The Vineyard



He jerked up tenderly on the leash, and once again, she stood erect before Him with her head lowered. He pressed His immense flesh against her to tease and taunt her, but all the while, He walked her backwards ever so slowly. Suddenly, she edged her legs up against something that scraped against them roughly. She turned to see grapevines twisting and writhing all below her. Without another thought, His hands were upon her, gently pushing her backwards onto a vine covered vat of fresh pressed wine. Arching gracefully, her body bent into a full stretching backbend. He was pulling her arms above her head and winding the dried branches round and round her wrists. His foot slipped between her feet and kicked apart her legs until they were spread as wide as He could make them go. Again, the branches were securing her ankles tightly to the hoops surrounding the immense wooden cask. Her hair swept down along the cool plowed dirt and the blood began to rush to her brain painfully slowly. The feel of smooth ripe grapes and large flat grape leaves combined with the scratchy tearing of the vines made her squirm in her place. The finishing touch was a satin blindfold hovering in front of her. Before He set it in place, He smiled into her eyes with His pools of love and passion, kissed her as though He were starving for her taste, and then threw her into darkness.

All she could hear were sounds ~ the soft strains of music flowing over the PA system used to call to workers out in the fields, Masters feet shuffling over the tilled ground, and other movements she couldn't place an audible thought to as of yet. 

He moved close to her and hissed through His desire, "Does My slut want to know what I have planned for her? Is she getting wet with wonder of what Master will do to her out here in the open?" 

Quickly, she nodded her need to know, but He only laughed heartily.

"Ahh, no My pet ... I will not be telling you as of right now. No worries though, You know I will have you screaming with want before long." He stopped and thought for a moment before continuing with a more menacing tone, "If you move from that spot or if anything changes before I return, I will make sure you are very sorry for it." 

A playfully evil laugh followed it and sent a shudder down her spine, but nonetheless, a good shudder. He knew full well that there was no way she could possibly move from her restraints, but a good mind fuck was always an added thrill. It was then that His laughter faded into the distance. A chill of near terror settled in as she realized He had left her out here, naked and displayed, in the noonday sun. It beat upon her skin unmercifully bringing tiny beads of sweat to the surface. She thought of struggling, but that was dashed even as He tied her binds and with His parting words of warning. She knew also that He had ensured the knots would not come loose unless by His hand. 

*

A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, but she couldn't grasp one for more than a second. The only one that stuck was the one of being found out here alone by someone other than the One who left her here. What would happen? Would that someone leave her to her bonds, or would they venture to approach her? Would they simply watch her lying there vulnerable, or would they attempt something more? Tears began to fall at that thought until she reassured herself that her Master would not have left her unprotected by His guard. He would not risk her safety. She knew that and clung to that in desperation. The large full leaves under her cradled her body, but the hard wood beneath became terribly uncomfortable after time wore on. Even the cool breeze that occasionally blew against her heated flesh was little relief.

As time passed slow, the rays of the sun continued their onslaught of her body. While her body temperature rose, her mind drifted away. From time to time, she pulled her head upright to allow some of the blood to flow back down to where it was supposed to be. She came close to sleep more than once, but quickly shook it off, as she knew He would be angry to find her sleeping. After this happened a number of times, He finally returned. His footsteps were unmistakable, but she still felt the apprehension of being found by someone else.

His familiar jesting tone rang out to her as He then checked His watch, "You've only been here for 45 minutes, so perhaps I should leave for a little while longer. Or maybe You want untied now?"

She knew better than to just answer yes and merely muttered, "Only if You wish Master."

As He began to laugh, she knew He knew that she really wanted to be released. That was the moment she felt Him oh so close to her, hovering just above where she was restrained. Something jolted her senses. A drop. An icy drop. An icy drop of water. Her mind raced. He held in His fist above her round full breasts a large chunk of ice. As it melted, the water puddles that formed on her hot skin nearly steamed. She arched her back even more against the roundness of the barrel. The vines became more and more taut against her tiny ankles and wrists as she began to struggle. His gruff growls gave her cause to stop writhing and lie still.

The ice still dripped torturously slow down the center of her ample breasts, over the round underside of each and back up. Three sweet droplets splashed over each hard sensitive bud before rolling gently down the sides. The sensation took the breath from her lungs, and she held what was left to wait for the next drop to fall. The trickle of frigid fluid moved lower and lower on her torso until it made its way right above her scorching slit. He chuckled deep right before taking the cube away. She heard and felt nothing aside from the pools of water that were evaporating in the high suns heat. Then, as sudden as a flash, the ice was pushed against her pulsating clit. He held it there through her hell-bent cries pleading for mercy. He held it tighter as she began to move once more. 

"Ahem!" He grunted, and she stopped. "Better My chilled whore, better."

He still didn't remove the now depleting ice from her clit even though He knew for a fact that the cold was turning to pain. The grimace evident on her face was enough to tell Him that, even if her whimpers weren't ringing in His ears. The water flowed down her spread cunt lips in a vain attempt to cool the passion that raged between them. A slow smile crossed His face though she couldn't see it. Brimming with hunger, He bent His head to her stomach for a long deliberate lick. Salty yet sweet, her skin trembled at His mouth's touch. Again, His tongue traced circles around her stomach and higher up until He settled directly below the curve of her breast. She gasped loudly and then moaned out a sigh of begging ~ begging for His mouth to find her breasts. He complied for the moment as His teeth bit lightly into the underside of the right one. Automatically, her body tensed and her tit bounced in reaction. Nibbling His way up, He found her erect nipple and sucked it fully into His hot mouth. It still held the chill of the ice water and refreshed Him in more ways than one. As her hips bucked away from the barrels curve, she groaned her pleasure. Hearing this, He took it between His teeth and bit down. He was so careful not to bite too hard, but her mixed wail of panic and pain was music to His ears. 

With the pressure upon her hard nipple releasing, her body began to relax again. Her eyes were still plunged in the darkness of the blindfold's cover, yet she could see in her mind's eye that wicked grin she knew to be on His face. Suddenly, soft tendrils lapped at her inner thighs. Unsure of what was caressing her, she waited breathlessly. Without warning, those once soft tendrils became lashing whips of fierce leather. A flogger! Immediately she knew it as her breath was pulled deep into her lungs in anticipation of the next strike. It came soon enough to be followed by another... and another... until her thighs wore the telltale signs of its kisses. Just as she thought it was ending, her Master brought the tool up to her heaving breasts and thrashed it across them both in unison. Her yelps filled the surrounding area as He ruthlessly whipped the tails over and over her welt streaked tits. His movements took on the form of a figure 8 as He pulled back and laid out the heavy black leather tendrils time and time again. Gracefully powerful, He never once yielded to her begging until He was fully satisfied with the artistic licks of His toys tongues. 

Tears started welling in her eyes, and He reached down to gently brush them away. Lowering His mouth to her ear, He wickedly cooed, "Calm yourself. Just breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Repeat that until you once again have control over yourself. That is when we shall continue. Not before." With that said, He crossed over to the blanket and poured a large goblet full of the Chardonnay. Lying back, He propped Himself up on His elbows to sit and watch her pant her way to normal breathing. Sipping slowly the full-bodied light fluid, He swirled it around in His mouth before swallowing it down in a slow tedious gulp. Rising while still cradling the crystal between His fingers, He made His way back to where she waited. He stopped directly in front of her head and reached down to pull the blindfold away from her eyes for a glance. 

It took a few seconds for her to adjust to the bright light, and as she did, she noticed that His hard rod hovered only inches away from her lips and nose. Afraid to move, she stared intently at it ~ watching the veins bulge with desire and the engorged velvet head pulse with need. Her mouth opened instinctively to allow her parched tongue to cross over her lips. He backed away a pace or two to take away that which held her attention as if in a trance. 

"Thirsty My dear?" He queried, "Or perhaps just desperately hungry for the taste of My thick hard cock?"

She parted her lips as if to answer, but paused to think it through first. If she said she was thirsty, she may not be granted the pleasure of taking Him into her mouth. If she said she was indeed hungry for His cock, He may deny her both drink and what she craved by way of His thrusting cock into her throat. She also knew that He was growing impatient for some sort of an answer, so she took the easy way out and whispered, "Both Master." He laughed so loud that it took her by surprise. 

"Oh no My pretty little one, you'll not be getting off that easily. You have to choose. One or the other. Now!"

"I’m hungry for Your sweet cock Master, more than anything else, I’m starved for its taste, its hardness, its sticky sweet juices. Please, may I have the pleasure of pleasing You? May I have the unbridled joy of knowing that You are filling my mouth with its hard sweetness?"

He grinned as He stood above her. "I love to hear you beg for Me. I shall think on it for a bit. While I think, I suggest that I enjoy My time." Silence followed and an uneasy stillness enveloped her soul. He replaced the cloth over her eyes and once more, she settled into the darkness.

She strained to listen to what He was doing, but He was stealthy in His movements, which masked Him to her. Before she could even guess at His actions, a cold hard object rolled smoothly up the inside of her creamy thigh. By the time she ascertained what it was, the bottleneck was being pushed against the pulsing little nub that cried out hungrily between her legs. As it sawed back and forth along her slit, His breath was hot on her ear.

"My little slut wants fucked, doesn't she? She wants to feel a hardness fill her beyond capacity until she is nearly split open with that desperate need to cum for Me, doesn't she? Tell Me slut ... tell Me now."

All she could do was nod and whisper out a mere 'yes Master' as the chilled bottle worked the passage between her swollen clit and her tight puckered asshole. Every nerve stood on end as He pushed the bottle harder and harder against her sensitive areas. Without any sort of warning, He placed the bottle opening directly at her ravenous fuckhole. Just as she inhaled a sharp breath, He plunged it deep inside until it could go no farther. It was not the hardness she had hoped for, but it certainly filled her nicely. With it buried to the hilt, He began to bob it in and out of her without taking it out even an inch. It was then that she also realized that the bottle was anything but empty. Wine sloshed about deep in her hot crevice. The chilled fluid ran down from the fucking motions and over her soft thighs.

His pumping slowed, and she wondered what would be next for but a split second. Again, the coolness of the intoxicating spirits gave rise to another wave of arousal. The round vat was steady in its rocking movements as He gradually fucked her deeper and harder, but still so terribly slow. Taking her by surprise, He tipped the barrel backward so that her head was hovering above the ground and her long dark tresses swept the dust. The wine flowed freely into her depth and any runoff trickled down her quivering body. The bottle was suddenly pulled out, leaving the booze to be held within her juicy cunt. The sensations of hot and cold sent her into warp drive until He drove His hard probing tongue into her pussy. Refreshing Himself with the robust fullness of the wine and the electrifying passion of her cum, the tastes mingled delightfully on His palate until He was steadily lapping the intense concoction. As He found His way to her throbbing button, His hand found its way to tightly grip His engorged member. Moving each in time, tongue and hand gained a rhythm that drove them both near insanity.

With expert grace, He drank from her fountain of desire until He sensed she could take little more. Her labored breathing and convulsing jolts told Him that her release was nearing and that He had to hold her there as long as she could stand it. His tongue continued to lash out at her womanhood, driving down front to back until she was trying her best to buck upward to meet His mouth. 

Suddenly, everything stopped. Her body went totally limp against the roundness of the barrel. Lost and trapped in that place only He can take her, she panted and whimpered without knowing what was what aside from Him. Darkness started to fall over the sky though she didn't know because of the blindfold. He reached down to smooth her hair away from her face and then pulled the cloth from her eyes. That was when the failing light showed that she was gone from reality for the time being. 

He whispered to her, "My love, can you hear Me?"

Her eyes rolled about as she nodded, but still did not speak. He knew she was held in that space where He could reach her but she could not completely reach out to Him. Satisfied in knowing that she was fine, He undid her restraints and allowed her to fall daintily into His strong arms. Draped across them, He left all as it was and carried her to the house.

*

A soft gentle glow led Him through the still night air. Her breathing was paced now and her eyes were closed. He knew that she was coming out of that space, but still not quite one in herself. With her head cradled on His left shoulder, He climbed the stairs to the room He had chosen for them. Delicately, He layed her on the soft cool sheets in the center of the bed and went to the bottom of the bed to change clothes.

While He did that, He spoke to her. "My sweet one, I know you can hear Me. I want you to start coming back to me now. I need you to come back to Me now." 

As though she were at one end of a tunnel, she could hear Him calling her. Louder and louder He seemed to approach, but it was as if things moved in slow motion. He curled up next to her then, dressed in His warm robe. The back of His hand pressed lightly against the middle of her forehead. This act brought her back immediately. Pale blue eyes fluttered in the dimly lit room to focus on His handsome face. A smile broke across both of their features as He bent to present her with a breathless kiss. 

"Welcome back," He chuckled.

"Thank You Master, though You know as well as I that I wasn't gone far really." She giggled at this since she always seemed so out of it on retrospect. He too laughed and wound His arms around her. 

"You should prepare for bed now love. I will wait until you join Me to fall asleep."

She planted a kiss on the tip of His nose before thanking Him again quickly and running off to the bath. Standing in the mirror, she studied her naked form while the water ran in the tub. Steam formed on the edged of the foggy glass, which gave the illusion of seeing a framed picture. She laughed and traced the red trails left from the flogger’s kisses. Turning around, she could see the imprint of the barrels ridges dug deeply into her soft skin. Abruptly thankful that the cask didn't have splinters, she ran her fingers again over the telltale marks. The hot water of the bath would sooth her she was sure. Finally, she removed her collar and placed it carefully on the edge of the tub alongside a soft cloth and leather oil. When she bathed, she always took the time to clean her collar and oil it to keep it supple just as she did her skin after with lotion.

*

Knowing He didn't want to wait long, she slid into the swirling water and let its therapeutic warmth surround her. She washed every inch twice, lathered her hair and soaked for a few minutes to allow a good rinsing. During these minutes of quiet luxury, she wiped the black leather with a clean wet washcloth and polished the small barbed ruby that dangled from the ring in the center. She dabbed the sweet smelling oil onto another cloth and worked it generously into the clean leather. While the water drained, she set her collar aside and stepped out onto a plush carpet to find her robe. Winding it around her and letting it sop up the droplets left behind, she wrung the excess water from her hair. After towel drying it, she combed it free of all tangles and smoothed all visible skin with her favorite scented lotion ~ vanilla. How thankful she was that He allowed her to wear it. Not only did it keep her skin pliant and soft, but also it smelled like a little piece of heaven to her. Inhaling the sweet odor, she cleaned the room until only the disappearing steam on the fixtures told of her being there at all. Happy with how fast she moved, she quietly slipped from the bath back to the bedroom.

The hall was lit with a single lamp, so she carefully made her way to the chosen room. The door clicked open and as she peered inside, she saw Him lying on the bed waiting her return. Crossing over to His side, she lowered to her knees as her flowing robe billowed out around her in a neat circle. She waited and waited for Him to call her into bed, but there was nothing but a slow breathing from above. For what seemed to be an eternity, she knelt there ~ afraid to get up, afraid to speak out of turn, afraid to do anything but what she was used to doing at this time. Finally, she concluded that He was fast asleep, but what now? Should she wake Him? Should she just go to bed? What to do?

She stood and watched His chest rise and fall. The pale light from the near full moon caressed His slumbering form, and she stood in awe of this stolen moment. Her heart swelled with such a joy and contentment of being His. The sheets clung to His naked body as if they were molded there by magic. When she pulled them back slowly, He rolled to His back. Her breath was taken away when she noticed how His cock stood virtually straight up from His body. Unsure of what she should do with the growing urge she felt down deep, she stood stock-still and stared at His radiant stiff pole. It seemed to beckon her to touch it. 

Knowing she shouldn't but not able to deny her wants, she sat on the edge of the bed next to Him. Checking that He was still lost in dreams, her fingertips danced down His moist lips and lingered there for a few moments. Slowly, the tips fluttered down onto His neck and then to His chest. They glided across His stomach until they reached His poker straight member. A giggle choked in her throat as she reveled in how hard it was yet at the same time so silky soft. The very tip of her index finger traced along the underside of the velvety crown. As it jerked at her touch, she continued to slide her finger down the bulging vein that throbbed with sleeping desire. As she caressed His cock, her mind filled with images of it being buried deep inside of her every orifice. Lost in sensual thoughts, she didn't notice His eyes open to watch her.




The Vineyard



"Ahem!" He bellowed.

Her hand flew from His crotch as she fell from the bed to the floor. She started to stammer with that deer-in-the-headlights look, but He held up His hand to silence her. While she sat there below Him thoroughly embarrassed with her head lowered, He rolled over to His side and watched her in her guilt.

"May I ask what it was that you were doing just now?"

"I ... well I ... um, I was just ... err, I just saw You lying there Master ... and ... well, You were ... You were sleeping, and I wasn't sure ... well I didn't know what to do ... I didn't want to wake You to ask to sleep Master ... and then I ... I just ... Master, I saw You were hard and just couldn't resist ... well I so wanted to touch ... I only thought I would ... oh Master, I am sorry."

He stared at her for what seemed to be hours before He rose and placed His hand on the top of her head. 

"I will not exactly be punishing you for this. However My precious, I can't let it go unnoticed either. Do you understand?" 

She then looked up into His eyes briefly. "No Master, I’m not sure I do understand what You mean by unnoticed. I thought You noticed very well." Her attempt to lighten the situation did not go over as she had hoped.

"Get up."

She stood and shivered in the early evening moonlight that shone through the window on her naked form. Her hands were clasped in front of her and her head was still bowed in shame. He led her into the adjoining room where she found a new device sitting in the middle of the floor. She recognized it immediately though it was much different from the one she knew at home. It was a horse. He must have quickly constructed this one of the times He was away from her earlier. He did a fine job with the materials that He was afforded in this strange new place. Two sawhorses supported a triangular beam that was held down with vice grips. The edge was facing upwards and there were separate ropes attached to each leg of the base. She shuddered at seeing the thing that had only a few times brought her such exquisite pain and such pure pleasure. She also knew that her Master enjoyed seeing the varying expressions cross her face as He led her through them one by one with each action. 

He held her by her shoulders and placed her directly beside the apparatus without another word. Then, He left the room. She dared not move in His absence knowing He would note any change of position and not be pleased. Some rustling downstairs was all she could manage to hear, so she instead thought about what she had risked doing. How could she have even thought she could touch His gorgeous piece without Him stirring? What possessed her to do such a thing? She knew. It was because of how she knew it felt. She couldn't resist touching it. Somehow she knew He wouldn't be so much angry that she did that, but more that He would be upset that she didn't wake Him prior to making any sort of move. 

*

It was then that He returned. The half moon gave barely enough light to see by, but she could make out that He was carrying something. Unfortunately, the light was too faint to see what it was. 

"My sweet, mount the horse, but be sure to stay on your toes," He commanded from behind as He lit an array of candles around the room.

She only nodded as one leg lifted high to swing over the beam and rest carefully on the other side. Her movements were calculated so that she would not wobble or fall. Each leg rose up on almost the tips of her toes to hold her body inches away from the unyielding edge of the wooden rim. She knew that edge to be harsh and merciless and her calves stretched high to keep her delicate parts away from it until He said it was time or until her muscles wore out ~ whichever came first. He bound her ankles tightly in the lower ropes and then rose to tie her wrists. As He yanked on the ropes to ensure their restraint, He looked to her neck. His fingers hooked inside the embrace of the collar, and without warning, He jerked her head up slightly. There was a clasp hanging above her head that she hadn't noticed until it was being fastened onto the ring at her neck. It pulled her upright even more than her body could have done, and she strained to hold herself. He backed away to make sure she would not be in danger of choking. Satisfied that she would be fine, He went back behind her once more.

She felt Him slip up beside her just out of her range of sight. Warm hands cradled the sway of her breasts and gently weighed them in the scales of His hands. He muttered something about nice hard tender buds right before something cold clamped down on her left nipple. Her body reacted instinctively, and she let out a loud groan of shock. Again, as quick as before, another clamp was placed on the right side. Another groan followed, but this time less of a jerk. That was when the pulling started. It seemed that there was a chain linking her breasts and the biting vices that held them. He threaded the chain down around the wooden beam to cause her body to bow slightly forward. This was a difficult task being that her head was still held high by her collar. She could feel His fingers running along the ropes and chains to ensure her safety before He moved on and this gave her some relief. She knew in her heart He would not hurt what was His, so she breathed a bit easier.

She couldn't have dreamed what He would do next, and it was a surprise pure and simple. His hands ran from her thighs around to her backside. With a quick sharp slap to each cheek, He continued back around to the front where her dewy pussy waited for His touch. He knew what she craved and wasn't ready to oblige this just yet. However, it didn't stop His fingers from grabbing and pinching her right cunt lip as He pulled it wide open. Stretching it away from her crease, He placed a tight steel clamp on it and wrapped the chain attached to it around her outer thigh. It snapped onto the clamp once more, but spread her flower wide open on that side. He repeated this on the left lip and it too was pulled away from her glistening fuckhole. The chains that held them gently pressed into her outer thighs. Now she was ready.

He positioned His chair in front of her to watch for the first few minutes. She knew Him to be there though she couldn't lower her eyes enough to see Him. That was when her legs began to falter. She couldn't stop it, but she tried to keep them straight. Knowing her fate if she lowered, she balked at letting that happen. He knew different though. He knew that soon she would not be able to hold herself any more and lower. This is what He waited for.

The chain at her neck prevented her from moving much, so she thought she was safe. Her breathing increased as she anticipated the beam pressing hard on her softest places and giving her the pain that yielded pleasure. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down her features, and He knew her to be close now.

Wobbly knees gave way to her body lowering. Her face contorted as she whimpered. The rounded wooden edge pushed hard onto her flower and gave it a million electric impulses at once. Slamming her eyes shut tight, she jumped back to her toes to try and hold out longer. 

He rose once more and pulled a long thick vibrator from His kit bag. It was His favorite she knew and could see Him turn it on in front of her. He held it up to her face and let it buzz momentarily on the side of her sweat-soaked neck. She jolted and jostled until He took it away. A strip of duct tape was ripped from its roll and stuck to the edge of the humming toy. It then was placed lengthwise between her hot slit and the girder below. He pressed the tape down so that the pulsing pleasure wand would not move, and then released the chain at her neck. Knowing she would now be free to lower fully when tired, He returned to His chair and waited again.

She could feel the raging vibrations just a fraction below her hard little bud, her dripping depth and her sensitive backside entrance. This took her breath away. Each time her body dipped down onto it, the vibrator pulsed its tickling shaft onto her spread mound. With each time, she shrieked out into the dark night. His cock grew rigid and straight with every cry, yet he held His place. Occasionally, His hand stroked along its length with the hunger He felt for her. As He played, He planned what He would do next and smiled.

He rose after about 10 minutes of watching her losing the battle with her sore legs and only took a smaller vibrator from His bag. This was quickly wiped along her cum drenched crease before thrusting deep into her tight puckered asshole. Her whole body became stiff as it invaded her backside. 

"That's My girl," He growled into her hair. He probed that plaything in and out as His free hand's fingers found her mouth. Two fingers fucked in and out as she sucked them voraciously. His hard weapon rubbed against her side as she still tried to hold herself up. 

As He could feel her release approaching, He whispered down into her ear desperately, "Don't you dare cum unless I say slut. Don't You dare."

She was panting and moaning so much by then that she couldn't even manage a response, but He knew she would obey. He removed the fingers from her mouth and wound His arm around her body like a snake. Holding her there, He pushed her down onto the pulsating beam. Her body writhed in His embrace. He pumped the smaller toy in and out of her wanton ass as fast as He could. As His passion rose, hers matched it.

*

Suddenly, He pulled the vibrator from her. He grabbed a knife from the nearby desk and slashed at the ropes holding her in place. Each lip clamp was removed to which she cried out as the blood flowed back into that area. With a fiercely wild look in His eyes, He pulled her from the horse and slammed her gently to the far wall. Her arms were pinned by His strong hands as His cock forced its way into her now slippery ass. With one full thrust, He had entered her with nothing more than a scream filling her lungs. He left her wrists to one hand as the other fucked three long digits into her cunt. Now fucking her with wild abandon, He pounded His hips to her rounded cheeks as if He hadn't had the pleasure of her before. Her Masters ravenous growls echoed in her ears as she too felt her insatiable wails penetrate her soul. His length sawed in and out of her with such force that she had to be let loose to bend at the waist. Her hand then found and assisted His in fucking her cunt. She held His legs to steady herself against His thrusting cock. As it pummeled her constricted hole, she could feel it throb with readiness and she became aware of her own nearing need to cum.

He pulled out and spun her around. Pushing her to the floor on her back, He again pinned her arms down and entered her juicy fuckhole with one driving thrust. His animal-like passion filled her as He took her over and over. Her body thrashed under Him as her hips bucked up to fuck Him with all she was. His thick piece stretched her sex to the maximum and yet she still craved more.

Once more, He rolled over and held her high on His hips. Digging His fingers deep into the soft flesh of her hips, He shoved her down onto His raging manhood. Her eyes flung open as wide as saucers as she relentlessly started to fuck her Master with the need that boiled over in her now. His desire matched hers as the rhythm of their pounding hips and hearts became one. Her nails slid down His chest in a slicing motion and as she reached the pinnacle of what she could take, she heard Him roar out the words she longed to hear.

"Cum now slut! Cum all over your Masters thick cock NOW! Cum for me!"

With that, He started to shoot His creamy load deep inside of her warm soft walls. She drove her cunt down onto Him and held it there. Rivulets of her essence mingled with His and ran out over His groin. Slowly and methodically, she still fucked her hips down as He held her close. He roared loud enough to shatter her reality. Such passionate hunger was held in the force of His release that she couldn't hold back if she could. She moaned in time with His thrusts and her orgasms shattered all she knew. Again lost in the blackness of the place He held her, she floated along the pathways of time and surrender. All she could know was that upon His last stroke into her, He yanked the nipple clamps from her swollen buds. She nearly jumped from His grasp as she screamed the last of her release from the very core of her being. 

He whispered breathless nothings to her as she gradually came back to Him. Her head rested on His chest and her body trembled in convulsing quakes. With soft caresses, He calmed her over the span of time it took for them to regain control of full senses. A grin spread over her face as she sat up enough to see Him. 

"Thank You Master," she uttered softly as tears brimmed in her eyes.

He only smiled as He swept her into His arms and whisked her to the bedroom. He laid her back on His side and took a small cube of ice in one hand. He soothed the cold against each nipple. His hands then inspected her wrists and ankles for any sign of hurt. Content that she was okay, He bade her move over to her own side.

"My love, you've pleased me well tonight. Thank you. Thank you for all of this." He pulled her to snuggle into the crease of His curve and stroked her hair tenderly.

"You're welcome Master. I am happy You are pleased and only wanted You to be just that."

Moonbeams bathed them as they slid into a much-needed slumber. Before falling completely asleep, she stole one more glance at His handsome facade. Feeling safe in His arms, she drifted to meet Him in that place between dusk and dawn where they dance on clouds.



The Vinyl Dress



Copyright Oggbashan June 2002

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. 

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I think that Thomas keeps most of his brains between his legs. It's the only explanation for some of his stupidities. This was the latest - an expensive one for him.

He had been to London for a few days. When he returned he had two suitcases instead of one. I knew he'd been shopping but for what? If I'd been to London I'd need more than one extra suitcase and I'd be unpacking my purchases to show them off as soon as I got home.

Thomas was very secretive about the extra suitcase so I knew he'd done something stupid. So I waited. After a week went by with no mention of his purchases I knew that he must have excelled himself.

He waited until I was in a good mood. I knew he would - and spoil it! We'd been out for the evening with some of our friends. We'd had a good time with good food and a moderate amount to drink. As we were sitting on the settee before going to bed he said:

"Lisa, I bought something in London for you"

OK I thought. Here it comes!

"Yes, Thomas" I said "That was nice of you. What did you get?"

"It's a dress."

OK I thought again. Thomas knows my size exactly. He knows what I like to wear. Perhaps he'd actually done something right for once. Oh boy was I wrong!

"Can I see it?" I asked sweetly.

"Yes. I'll just go and get it." He went upstairs and came back with the whole suitcase. There must have been more than "a" dress in it.

He opened the case and pulled out a large rectangular white box. No markings at all. No maker's marks, no shop marks - nothing but white cardboard.

He lifted off the lid towards me and I heard the rustle of tissue paper. Then he held the dress up for me.

He was holding a glossy black vinyl "mistress's" dress. Floor length, laced at the sides even along the seams of its arms, moulded bra cups - the lot. The man's magazine fantasy of what the ideal "Mistress" should wear!

I blew my top.

"You expect me to wear THAT?" I shouted.

"Well, yes. You are my Mistress and I thought .."

"You THOUGHT! You couldn't think if your life depended on it. Am I supposed to wear that to demonstrate how I control you? I suppose I'll have a whip and pose with my heel spiked on your chest? Being your "Mistress" is a state of mind, not silly clothing. If I was wearing dirty jeans and a paint stained T-shirt I'll still control you because I have more brains in my little finger than you have in total."

Thomas was cringing now.

"I thought you'd like it as a bit of fun .."

"Why should I like it? It looks very uncomfortable if not impossible to wear. Anyone wearing it would sweat like a pig. Then it would stick and have to be peeled off with a trowel. The side laces would cut into the skin and those moulded cups wouldn't fit my breasts!"

"They said it would fit anyone!" He protested.

I took it from him. I held it up and looked at it closely. It was made in two separate pieces. They were held together by laces from shoulder to ankle and had press-studs that adjusted the size of collar. It was made of a very thick vinyl and nearly stood up on its own. There were "D" rings attached at the waist, wrists, lower hem and to the neck.

"By anyone they mean a medium sized woman which I'm NOT! I'd be falling out the sides of this - this THING! You are impossible Thomas. How you could ever think I'd wear this or ..." I paused as a thought began to form in my head "... had you been drinking when you bought it?"

"Well .. Yes. I'd had a few beers before I went shopping" he admitted.

"So! What else did you buy?" 

Even Thomas could recognise the ominous tone in my voice.

"I bought a few things to go with it. They said ..."

"I'll bet they did. They recognised a prize idiot when they saw one. Could you take it all back and get a refund?" I asked.

"No. I had to pay cash. I didn't want their name on my credit card statement. And I'm not going back there anyway!" he ended on a note of defiance.

"OK. So you've wasted your money. What else is there? Let's see the worst."

Sheepishly he rummaged in the case. He produced another plain white box.

"There's the panties to go with it." He put that box down and produced another "And the arm glove .."

"An arm glove? Out with it!" I ordered.

He opened the box. He was right - "an" arm glove in matching black vinyl. It fitted over both arms and tied them together with several buckled straps. I'd seen pictures but never the real thing.

"What else?" I could see more packages in the suitcase.

"The two-use hood"

This box was covered in crudely printed with black and white drawings and text with a bright red label "The Two-Use Hood"

"Pass it over!"

I looked at the drawings. The hood had two uses as described. One was as a gag with a ball-gag inside the mouth. The second was as a dildo which replaced the ball-gag so that the wearer could penetrate someone with the dildo attached in front of the mouth. But instructions went further. The dildo could be reversed so that it was inside the mouth. The whole hood fitted over the head, laced at the back and was buckled at the neck. There were holes for the nostrils and flaps which could be fastened up to expose the eyes, or down to blind them. I opened the box. This hood was not in vinyl but in brown kid leather. However bizarre its purpose this was well made - unlike that vinyl dress.

"And?" I asked.

"The corset" he replied - as if you'd need a corset with that unyielding vinyl dress. I opened the box he'd passed me. Not bad if you like that sort of thing. I was like a Greek warrior's breastplate - if you've seen "Xena The Warrior Princess" you know what I mean. It was moulded in soft black leather studded with extensive gilded decoration especially the cups which were totally gold. It would do to play "Boudicea" or an Amazon Queen. In the box with it was a short skirt of weighted leather strips similarly decorated. 

"Anything else?"

"One last thing. The body suit." he said.

A body suit. Who wore body suits now?

I opened the box and pulled the body suit out. It was in silver lycra with a long back zip. It was a body suit with a difference. It would cover the wearer from head to toe. The head would be completely hidden inside the overall hood which had a buckled strap round the collar. Another strap belted the waist, more at the wrists and ankles. The hands were just bagged. No attempt at separating fingers or thumbs. Once inside this suit the wearer couldn't get it off. Oh yes! One last detail. A drawstring opening at the crutch for easy access to the wearer's sex! 

"Thomas" I said quietly "sit down."

He sat down on the settee beside me.

"When have you ever tied me up?"

"Never" he admitted.

"Who gets tied up?"

"I do" he said

I talked to him quietly and carefully.

"So why did you buy these things for me? I don't get tied up - you do. I wouldn't wear that body suit because it's a bondage suit. The arm glove and hood are also for bondage. If you'd looked carefully, so is the vinyl dress. The only possible thing I'd wear is that corset - and then only for a laugh because it's so over the top. So you've wasted your money buying things that I'd never wear. Even when drunk you must have known that."

"I suppose so." he said reluctantly.

"Thomas. That vinyl dress is almost impossible for anyone to wear. It is vinyl inside and out. Even with the ventilation through the side lacings whoever wore it would be sweating buckets."

"Um" was all the reply I got.

"You didn't show me the panties, did you? Are they even worse than the rest? Hand them over!"

He gave me the unmarked box. I opened it and an instruction leaflet fell out. Since when do you need an instruction leaflet with panties? I lifted the tissue paper off and revealed not panties but a black long-line panty girdle with legs. It was reasonably feminine with lace trim to the legs and control panels but not for normal use. Threaded round the waist, just below its top and around each leg was a set of strong black leather straps each with buckles and tiny black padlocks! Securely sewn to it were more "D" rings down its side seams and in the small of the back. I looked at the instruction leaflet. It said "This is a training girdle. Once secured it cannot be removed without the keys. It could be used as a chastity girdle or for disciplining slaves. In the accessory bag are the straps to attach the slave's arms and/or legs - see illustrations overleaf". It went on to give scenarios for its use and details of positions that could be achieved "with the help of this useful item of lingerie". I could barely keep my face straight. I wanted to laugh outright and spoil my irritation with Thomas. I controlled myself enough to say:

"Well, Thomas. This is an interesting item. Like the others I'd never wear it but since you have been such a stupid idiot you can model it for me. Strip!"

"I'm not going to wear that!" he yelled.

"Oh yes you are. You bought it. You wear it!"

He gave in and started to strip. He stopped with just his boxer shorts on.

"Take them off as well!"

Reluctantly he obeyed. His sex flopped dejectedly.

"Now. Put your legs in this."

He lifted his legs from the settee and I pulled the girdle up. I had to stop once or twice to open the leg straps wider.

"Stand up!"

He stood. 

"Pull it up"

It took both of us to get the girdle up to his armpits. Then I pulled the back zipper up.

"Ow! That's too tight!" he moaned.

"We haven't finished yet. Where's that instruction leaflet? Here it is."

I tightened the top strap round his chest. The buckle came conveniently to the top of the zip and as the leaflet directed I put the padlock through the loop on the zipper and the strap's buckle. 

Then I buckled and padlocked the legs.

"Hey! You are cutting off my circulation!"

"Sorry, Thomas - but you bought this." 

I wasn't sorry at all. I was enjoying myself.

I pulled the waist strap really tight before locking it. I looked at Thomas. His flesh bulged above the girdle even though he doesn't have any fat on him. His legs looked painful. For once I relented and let the leg straps out a notch before rebuckling them. 

I picked up the accessory bag and looked at the instruction leaflet. I opened the sealed bag carefully. As stated there were the "arm-straps 4". I attached them to Thomas' arms at wrists and elbows and buckled them to the side "D" rings. Now his arms were fixed to his sides. 

I reached into the bag again for the "ankle-strap 1". I pushed him on to the settee and round his ankle the strap went. I lifted him off the settee to the floor. What came next? Out of the bag came the "hog-tie 1". "Loop through ankle strap and tie off; pass free end through back "D" ring pull tight; tie again to ankle strap. Note: back "D" ring is reinforced to take any possible strain." It was! Despite Thomas' now frantic struggles the "D" ring didn't move at all.

I was ignoring Thomas' protests but they were getting louder. The last item came out of the accessory bag. The quaintly named "Red Rose/Pear". This was a large floppy satin rose on a black strap. On one side of the strap was the rose, on the other side a solid pear. What did the instructions say? Oh yes. This was it. "To use the pear just place in the slave's mouth and tighten strap round head. To use the rose twist it clockwise so that it is as small as possible. Put it in the slave's mouth releasing it as you do so. The pear is not as effective as the rose in silencing the slave but is easier to use without practice." 

I twisted the rose and released it. It sprung out to its previous shape. I tried again. It worked.

"Open your mouth, Thomas!" I ordered.

"No. I won't!"

"You will. I don't want to hurt you but your present has left you totally helpless, hasn't it?"

"Yes" came a whisper.

"Then open your mouth."

This time he did. In went the rose. Thomas's eyes opened wide as it sprung open in his mouth. He tried to speak but even without the strap being secured he couldn't make a sound nor could he spit the rose out. The pear waggled in front as he shook his head frantically. I didn't bother to do the strap up and its ends lashed his face as he struggled.

I kicked my shoes off and rested my stocking feet on his back.

"You are in an interesting situation, Thomas. I could leave you there all night. Why you bought it I don't know but since it fits you so well you can wear it whenever you like. Just ask and I'll help you put it on. What's that? You want me to take it off? I don't think so. I'm getting ready to go to bed. Good night, Thomas."

His body shook as he rocked from side to side trying to escape from his present to me. Not a sound came past the rose in his mouth. I left the room and switched off the light.

I showered and changed for bed. I suppose it was half an hour before I returned to Thomas. He was still hog-tied on the floor. The rose was still in his mouth. His head was resting on the carpet and he had been crying.

"Come on, Thomas" I said "Time for bed."

I picked him up and carried him to our bedroom. I put him on the bed and reached inside his mouth to remove the rose. Even with my fingers it was a real struggle to twist it and release him.

"Ooof!" he breathed as the rose came out. "That thing is unbelievable. It's soft but absolutely impossible to spit out. I even tried catching one of the strap ends on a chair but I couldn't pull it out."

"Sounds like a useful device to me" I said calmly.

"You would say that. You weren't gagged with it!" he protested.

"But you bought it for me" I said "You should have known better. You ought to have realised that I wouldn't wear it - you would."

"Well ... " said Thomas

"Out with it!"

"I didn't buy everything for you"

"No?"

"No. I bought the dress for you. I admit that was a mistake. I bought this panty girdle for you to use on me."

"I thought you did"

"But I didn't expect it to be so humiliating. I hadn't read the instruction leaflet." he went on "I thought you'd like the barbaric splendour of the corset .."

"Perhaps"

".. but the bodysuit and two-use hood were also for me"

"What about the arm-glove?" I asked.

"At the time I thought that we could take turns with that." he answered.

"No way! You are the slave."

"I know that now. I'd just like to kiss you once or twice without you taking over."

"Maybe. If you are really good I'll let you do the kissing. Here's a sample." I moved so that his head was next to mine. He stretched his neck and kissed me. For once it was nice just to accept being kissed.

"Thank you" he said as he finished "Now, please Lisa will you let me out? I'm busting to go to the bathroom and not only that but this girdle won't let me have an erection. I always get one when you tie me up and it's been really painful ever since I've been trussed up."

"If you admit that you were stupid to buy these things." 

"I was stupid. I'm sorry, Lisa"

"OK. Next time remember that I don't need anything special to tie you up. I do it with whatever is to hand." I started releasing him from his constricting bonds. "I know and you know that you like being tied up with things I've been wearing."

He nodded.

"And I'd never wear this."

"Sorry, Lisa"

I finished with the buckles and padlocks. Even then it took both of us working together to pull the panty girdle off him. His body and legs were deeply marked where the straps had cut into him.

"If I were you I'd have a shower before coming to bed. That might bring the circulation back."

"Yes Lisa. Good night." Thomas went to the bathroom. I drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew was Thomas bringing me breakfast in bed. The sun was shining through the curtains promising a hot day. Ideal for what I had in mind.

"Have you forgiven me for last night?" he asked.

"Not wholly. You spent a lot of money for little purpose. With that much there were many things you could have bought for me or for yourself that would be more acceptable."

"So what are you going to do?" he asked. He knew he was in for more discipline.

"For a start, since it's such a nice day, you can do our washing and hang it out."

"OK. The washing machine is already going."

"Good. You can clean my workroom. I'm going to do some design work on the computer. Come to me when you've finished the workroom and the washing is hanging on the line."

"Yes Lisa." He left. 

About an hour later he returned.

"I've finished" he announced.

"OK. Meet me in the workroom. Bring the arm-glove and the hood"

"Yes, Lisa"

When he arrived I put the arm-glove on him with his arms behind his back. He said it wasn't too uncomfortable to wear. Perhaps I hadn't buckled it tight enough but I was cautious after seeing that he had bruises from last night's session with the panty girdle.

"Now I'm going to put the hood on you. I'm not going to use the gag or the dildo because I want to talk to you."

"OK Lisa."

I laced up the hood. I left his eyes uncovered. I sat down at my sewing machine and tied him to the table with a length of wide ribbon through the straps on the arm-glove. He rested his head on my lap. From time to time I caressed his head.

"You were really stupid in London, Thomas"

"Yes, Lisa"

"I don't know what to do about it. What do you think I should do?"

"Punish me, please, Lisa"

"I can and will do that but what I don't like is that you could get the idea that I'd like the things you bought. We've been together long enough so that you should know what I like, what I don't like and what might please me. You've made me feel that I've been wasting my time with you. You haven't been paying attention to me."

"I'm sorry, Lisa"

"I know you are. Yet you worry me. If this relationship is going anywhere you ought to know better. I know what you like. I can manipulate you by making you live out your fantasies because I know what they are. You don't know me half as well as I know you. You can please me by being an attentive slave but you don't anticipate what I want. You don't even understand what I'm feeling. Do you?"

"I try, Lisa. You are difficult to understand. All I know is that I enjoy being your slave." Thomas answered softly.

"It's not enough. I want more than submission. Oh ****! I don't really know what I want except that you are not giving it to me. Can you follow what I mean?"

"Not really, Lisa."

"That's our problem. I want a slave, but a slave who understands me, who can play at being a slave yet can manipulate me as I manipulate him. To do that he has to know me far better than you do, probably better than I do myself."

"I will try, Lisa. I will do the best I can." 

I hugged his head to my skirted legs. I was nearly crying. I pushed his face down into my skirt so that he couldn't see.

"I know you will, Thomas" I said but my unspoken thought was "will it be enough?" I leant over him and my breasts pushed him further into my skirt. I held the position for half a minute before I let him go and returned to my sewing. I knew that Thomas didn't understand what I wanted. Was this the beginning of the end? 

I wanted to think to myself in silence so:

"Thomas, I'm going to gag you now."

"Yes, Lisa"

I fitted the ball gag to his hood and then rested his hooded head back in my lap. I continued sewing as my thoughts whirled through my head.

I liked Thomas. He was great in bed. He tried to please me as a slave but that's all he was to me. A stud and a servant. What I needed was more. I wanted a partner, not an equal, but a lot more than Thomas. Someone I could discuss things with seriously, whose advice I could listen to, who was also good in bed. I wanted a lover who was a friend as well. I had friends, many of them, both male and female. I wanted a friend who would be a lover as well. Poor Thomas! I was sorry for his lack of understanding. When he said that he would do his best I knew that he would. Yet his best could never be good enough for me. He might be better with someone else. Someone who would be happy to control and direct him and expect nothing more in return but blind devotion. Thomas loved me. I stroked his shoulders gently. He stirred and nuzzled his head against me.




The Viola Lesson



Author's note. Inspired by true events which took place nearly 30 years ago, this story is written for the Summer Lovin' contest. As with my story '48 Hours in Glasgow' the build-up to the main action is deliberately discursive, both to set the scene and, I hope, increase the expectation... 

Thank you for reading, and constructive comments are always welcomed.

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Music had been the main focus of Ivan's life for as long as he could remember. Like all his classmates at junior school, he had started group lessons on the recorder at five. But while the rest of the class were still struggling to play one note without the hideous squawking and squeaking often associated with that instrument, Ivan was mastering simple tunes, and within a week had learnt all the pieces in the book which was meant to last a year. 

A bright boy, he picked up musical notation just as fast, and his class teacher, herself a keen amateur musician, took Ivan's mother aside when she fetched him one day. 

"Have you considered some private music lessons for Ivan -- he has an excellent ear and I think he would really enjoy it?" she said. "A friend of mine teaches the violin and I can give you her number, if you are interested?"

Ivan's mother had also noticed her son's musicality, and she readily took up the suggestion. Ivan began lessons the following week and soon was making as rapid progress on the violin as he had on the recorder. He joined a junior orchestra and it became clear that his was an exceptional talent. 

In his early teens he switched from the violin to its larger cousin, the viola, a pragmatic move given the relative dearth of decent viola players in his area, and before the age of 16 he was occupying the Principal chair in several local adult amateur orchestras, whilst also becoming an accomplished pianist and composer.

Unlike many performers, Ivan was also interested in the academic side of music, and elected to read music at university rather than attend a music college or conservatoire. Hence at the age of just 18 (with a July birthday he was one of the youngest in his year) Ivan found himself at the University of York in the north of England, a modern campus on the edge of the historic city.

Ivan was a good looking boy, slim, not tall but with a winning smile and long curly dark hair as was fashionable in the late 70s, and when not studying or practising had an easy-going manner which made him popular with his peers. Despite this, by the time he went to University he had not had a serious girlfriend and was still a virgin, something which troubled him a great deal and which he kept very quiet, imagining, quite wrongly as it happened, that every other student in his year must be experienced and sexually active. 

Luckily towards the end of his first term at York, Ivan was introduced to Kate at a party. She was a pretty, vivacious red-headed second-year linguist who had just split up with a long-term boyfriend and was therefore ready to meet someone new. She liked Ivan immediately, enjoying his keen sense of humour and gentle nature, a contrast to her previous partner who was a large, beer-drinking rugby player. 

Kate was also untroubled by Ivan's inexperience, and when they first went to bed together a few days later made sure that she brought him off with a quick hand job to ease his anxiety before they fucked for the first time. Even so Ivan came sooner than either of them would have liked, so overwhelmed was he by the whole experience and by finding himself in bed with such an attractive and confident woman, but as their relationship progressed his skills and endurance improved, and he and Kate enjoyed an active and athletic sex life through the winter and early spring of 1979.

This first relationship was not to last: like many college romances a vacation got in the way, Kate meeting up with an ex-boyfriend during the Easter holidays and having sex with him a few times for old times' sake. 

At least that's what she said when, in her usual open and honest manner, she told Ivan about these encounters as soon as they were back in York at the start of the summer term. Ivan was very hurt by her revelations, and despite trying, could not put it out of his mind when they were together; to his bitter disappointment and Kate's more wistful sadness they split up the same night.

Ivan threw himself into his work and ended the year on an academic high at least, with a First in his exams and a scholarship from the University for the string quartet he was part of to attend a prestigious summer academy in Monterosso al Mare, in the beautiful Cinque Terre in Italy. 

It was there that Ivan met his second lover, a gorgeous American-Italian cellist called Cora, who had combined a visit to her mother's family in Florence with a place at the academy. Ivan was entranced by Cora's long dark hair, olive skin and lissom body, which she used to great effect when they made love on the beach on the second night after they met.

Cora was 25, which to Ivan at just 19 gave their brief relationship even more excitement and intensity. The other three members of his quartet were pleased to see their friend enjoying the attentions of a new woman, having worried at the depths to which he had sunk after his break-up with Kate, and indulged his appearing for morning rehearsals bleary-eyed from a night of passionate sex with Cora. 

The academy course lasted two weeks and by the end of it Ivan had learned much, both in terms of how to perform Beethoven's Opus 95 String Quartet and how to satisfy a more experienced and vociferously demanding lover. Kate had preferred full-on fucking to any other kind of sex, and was lucky enough to come easily from penetrative sex; Cora, by contrast, found it hard to reach orgasm with a cock inside her, and, very confident in her rights in those post-Erica Jong days, showed Ivan how to bring her to a climax with his fingers, his tongue and yes, his cock (using it to stimulate her clit).

It was in many ways the perfect summer romance and even though he was devastated to have to part from Cora so soon, Ivan was rational enough to know that trying to sustain things with her on the other side of the Atlantic would be impossible. They kept in touch for a while through letters and postcards, but in those days before email, texts and instant messaging their relationship soon ebbed away.

Returning to York for his second year Ivan had increased confidence in his musical and sexual abilities, and also found, as many had before him, that some of the new intake of first-year girls were more than ready to meet a friendly second-year boy. One such was Rita, a bubbly, curvy oboist from Northern Ireland, keen to find someone to help make the most of her healthy sex drive. 

She and Ivan soon became inseparable and this time Ivan thought he had found the love of his life. Their spending every possible minute together in or out of bed proved misguided, however, and by the middle of the spring term Rita was finding it claustrophobic. She explained this to Ivan, and suggested they had a 'cooling off' period but he could not cope with the idea, and after two days of tears, reconciliations and renewed arguments, all interspersed with bittersweet fucking, they parted for good.

Once again Ivan found himself on his own as summer approached, this time without the prospect of a trip to Italy to look forward to. He spent his long vacation at various music courses in England, where he did manage the odd liaison with female fellow students, but nothing came of any of them, Ivan left frustrated by the kissing and cuddling not leading any further. By the time he returned to York for the third and final year of his degree he was desperate for sex and for a new girlfriend -- which he exuded far too obviously, and off-puttingly, in his initial approaches to the girls who took his eye among the first years and in his new hall of residence.

By November Ivan was despairing of ever finding another girlfriend, and indeed of ever having sex again. Just at the point when he thought things could not get worse he had a message from home that his favourite Aunt, his father's oldest sister, was dying from cancer (she had been ill for some time but they had all hoped the end would be delayed) and could he get back to London as soon as possible. This unfortunately coincided with two concerts which he could not miss, and by the time he got on the train three days later she had died and, the family being Jewish and following the tradition of a burial taking place within 24 hours, he had also missed the funeral. Instead he attended the second night of the prayers, weeping alongside his cousins at this first death of any of his close relatives.

Ivan returned to York late on a cold and rainy Sunday evening, and was just about to go into his room having made himself a coffee in the communal kitchen when a voice said: "Hi Ivan, I was sorry to hear about your Aunt, are you o.k.?"

Turning round Ivan saw Maggie, a first-year musician he had previously barely noticed, but who he now remembered lived upstairs in the same hall as him. Maggie was pleasant-looking rather than stunningly attractive, but had a sweet manner and a friendly smile, and her kindness was more than welcome to Ivan. He offered her a coffee and they went into his room, where they talked for hours about their families, music, life and all the subjects that students can cover with enough coffee and the luxury of time and youth on their side.

At about 3am Maggie started to make moves to go, but showed enough reluctance that Ivan realised she was giving him a cue, and as they stood up Ivan pulled her towards him so that they could embrace. One kiss led to another, and another, and soon they were lying on Ivan's single bed, their hands fumbling with each other's clothes. Maggie was wearing dungarees which Ivan struggled to undo, and, laughing gently, she helped him to remove them. He found that the unflattering garment had been hiding a surprisingly sexy body: Maggie had generous breasts, a narrow waste, wide womanly hips and well-shaped legs. She was also, though only 19, as experienced in bed as Ivan was, having had an active sex life at the mixed boarding school she had attended from the age of 16.

That first night they did not fuck; Maggie was not on the pill and Ivan had no condoms, and she was not prepared to take any risks. Instead they gave each other plentiful orgasms with their flexible and strong musicians' fingers (Maggie was a pianist), and as dawn approached Maggie jerked Ivan off one last time, laughing as he came, saying "You are insatiable, aren't you??!"

Ivan and Maggie settled into a happy relationship; Ivan had learnt from his previous mistakes and tried to take things slowly, so that they did not reach the same levels of obsession as he had had with Rita. As the end of the academic year approached Maggie began to worry about their future, given she still had two further years at York, and they were both thrilled when Ivan was offered a scholarship to stay on to read for a Masters degree, as long as he achieved an Upper Second in his BA, which he did with ease.

Ivan entered his postgraduate year in York secure with Maggie and enjoying his studies, even fitting in some freelance professional work with the local opera company orchestra. His scholarship covered his fees but not all of his living expenses, so he was on the lookout for other work, and hence was very pleased when the Music Department Administrator approached him about doing some private viola teaching. The Department was often asked for recommendations for local teachers and liked to give their older students work when they could, and soon Ivan found himself with four pupils: two children who wanted to change from the violin to the viola, and two adults. 

Both adult pupils were women who had played the viola as teenagers but like many instrumentalists had given up when exams and other distractions encroached on their time. Now they wanted to start again in order to join local amateur orchestras and play chamber music. One, Naomi, was in her 50s and physically awkward: Ivan worked hard to try to get her to relax her shoulders and improve her bow arm but he found teaching her a struggle.

His other adult could not have been more different. Her name was Helen and she and Ivan hit it off from the start. He did not ask her age, but reckoned she must be in her late 30s -- she had a daughter of 14, and said she had not played the viola seriously for nearly 20 years since leaving school. He also gathered quite quickly that she was divorced, her husband having left her for another woman when her daughter was just five. Ivan thought to himself that the man must have been mad or deluded: he found Helen very attractive, though did not entertain the idea of a relationship with her given the difference in their age, lifestyles and relationship status. 

Ivan was also loyal to Maggie, although in his heart of hearts he was beginning to wonder whether she was definitely the girl for his long-term future; they had fun together and a very comfortable relationship, but given their relative youth, almost too comfortable, particularly in bed where Ivan was finding Maggie a little unadventurous and hard to persuade to try different things. Nonetheless he was happy, and he tried to supress these doubts, recognising that Maggie was kind, considerate and clearly loved him.

Through the winter and spring Ivan worked hard at his Masters studies, and also enjoyed his teaching and his freelance work. The lessons with Helen went well and she made good progress, finding that her levels of attainment soon overtook where she had reached in her teens. She and Ivan continued to get on well, and Ivan was a good teacher, new ideas and ways of expressing them coming to him easily. Helen teased him in a friendly way, particularly about his hair, which was still long and very curly, and when he did finally have it cut she claimed full responsibility, although others had also told Ivan that it was getting a bit ridiculous.

Ivan found himself thinking about Helen often between their weekly meetings, and on occasions when Maggie was away and Ivan was sleeping alone, he could not help fantasising about Helen as he masturbated. Helen had shoulder-length strawberry blond hair and was quite tall, at 5ft 7 only an inch or two smaller than Ivan, with very good legs which she displayed readily with short skirts and boots or skirts with a large slit in them. She often wore fitted tops which revealed good breasts, and Ivan imagined running his hands over them during a lesson, Helen not resisting and then joining in by stroking his cock through his trousers. It did not take much of one of these fantasies for Ivan to come hard as he tugged at his swollen cock, and once or twice he even gasped Helen's name as the cum spurted on to his stomach.

It is inevitable when teaching any instrument that some physical contact will take place between teacher and pupil, and with Helen, Ivan had in particular to work on the way in which her left arm moved under the viola. She was a little tense and he showed her exercises to release this tension, demonstrating the way in which he wanted her arm to swing by putting his hand on her left elbow as she played, moving it as she changed from one string on the viola to another. He worked on her shoulders too, encouraging Helen to relax as she played by pressing with his fingers on the tight areas around her shoulder blades. As summer approached and the weather grew warmer, Helen took to wearing t-shirts, sleeveless blouses or flimsy cotton tops, and Ivan managed to find the need to massage her shoulders more often.

Given Helen's encouraging progress Ivan suggested that their weekly half-hour lessons were not adequate, and asked if she would consider increasing to 45 minutes. She agreed readily and the extra time seemed to move their relationship on to another level, each more relaxed in the other's presence and able to display small signs of intimacy, the result too of the lessons having gone on now for nearly eight months. 

Ivan was staying in York for the summer to complete his thesis, whilst Maggie was returning home, though visiting him as often as she could. At the end of June Maggie went abroad for two weeks to play with her former county youth orchestra on a tour of Germany, leaving Ivan alone in York to study. Helen was still around, her daughter's school term not having finished, and the viola lessons continued.

The first lesson after Maggie's departure took place late on a Friday afternoon. England was having a rare burst of sustained summer sunshine, and even in York the temperature was in the 80s. Ivan enjoyed the heat and had been cycling along the river bank in shorts and a t-shirt on his way to Helen's house, his viola strapped carefully to the front of the bike. He arrived slightly early, chained his bike to a lamppost, took off his viola case and stood for a moment feeling the late afternoon sun warming his bare, brown arms. He wondered idly what Helen might be wearing, and was delighted when his hopes were fulfilled as she answered his ring on the door, standing in front of him in a pair of small denim shorts and a vest (tank) top covered by a very thin, almost translucent cotton shirt. As far as he could tell, the closely fitted top also meant that she had gone without a bra, making her look even sexier than ever.

"Come in, come in" Helen said, "you must be boiling, I'll get you a drink," and she turned and headed into the kitchen, affording Ivan a glorious view of her excellent arse and legs. He followed her and sat on a high stool as she mixed him a lemon drink; he downed it almost in one gulp as he found the heat had indeed made him very thirsty.

"Wow, someone's up for it," Helen said, "I can almost see your tongue hanging out! I'll get you another one before we start."

Ivan wondered whether he was imagining what seemed like flirting from Helen, but tried to put it out of his mind as the lesson began. The highlight of it for Ivan was his taking the opportunity to stand close behind Helen and reach around her to demonstrate how to approach a particularly tricky passage, his body nearly touching hers as he leant forward, and his cock stirring at the proximity to her fabulous bum. The time passed far too quickly for Ivan's liking as he was enjoying Helen's company and did not really want to leave, so his heart leapt excitedly when she said as they were putting their instruments in their cases: "Would you like to stay for a proper drink? Jenny [her daughter] is at a friend's for a sleepover so I'm at a loose end, and I know you're on your own too at the moment." 

Ivan had mentioned the previous week that Maggie was going to be away but was surprised that Helen had remembered, and again wondered whether this meant anything or not. He readily agreed and they moved back into the kitchen. 

"Beer, wine or something stronger?" Helen asked, and Ivan requested a cold beer. Helen reached up towards a high cupboard to get the glasses, then even though the difference in their heights was trivial, said to Ivan "Can you reach up above me and get them down; I don't want to drop them?"

Helen had manoeuvred herself so that Ivan had to stand directly behind her to reach up to the cupboard, like in the lesson, but this time as he stretched above her she moved back so that she was leaning into him. He put the glasses down on the work surface and Helen took his hands in hers, guiding them deliberately and firmly on to her breasts. Ivan was briefly taken aback at this and hesitated, but Helen made her intentions perfectly clear by moving his hands with hers so that he was stroking her through the thin cotton of her blouse and top. He could feel her nipples harden beneath his touch, and Helen turned her head towards him, whispering into his ear: "That's great, I love your hands, they're so sexy, I've wanted you to do this for so long."




The Viola Lesson



Ivan could hardly believe his luck, and all thoughts of Maggie, loyalty, indeed anything apart from this beautiful older woman wanting him to fondle her went out of his head. Helen turned more towards him and kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue caressing his lips and then pushing impatiently past his teeth to tangle deliciously with his tongue. He responded as best he could, not wanting to appear inexperienced, and they kissed passionately for a few minutes, Ivan's hands still massaging Helen's breasts and tweaking her now bullet-hard nipples.

Ivan was fully erect now, pressing his cock eagerly into Helen as they kissed. She took his right hand in hers and moved it down on to her shorts, making it clear once more what she wanted. He pressed his fingers on to her pussy through the material, using the seam of the shorts to stimulate her more, and Helen took her mouth from his as he did so, gasping slightly and saying "God, that's good, press harder, I knew you'd be good with those hands."

It was perfectly clear now that this was going further, and Ivan wondered whether they were going to fuck on the kitchen floor, but Helen pulled him with her into the sitting room where just a few minutes previously they had still been teacher and pupil, pushing him down on to the large sofa and going to close the curtains despite the sunny evening.

"Nosy neighbours," she said as she did so, "I think they already gossip about you so we don't want to give them more to talk about!"

They kissed again, even more intensely now, and for the first time Helen stroked Ivan's cock through his shorts while he continued working on her breasts. He could barely contain his excitement and worried that he was going to come too quickly; well aware of the effect she was having, Helen paused and said seductively:

"So tell me Ivan, a fit young man like you must have a good recovery rate -- do you?"

"What do you mean exactly?" said Ivan, thinking he knew but wanting to be sure.

"After you come, I mean, can you get hard again quickly?"

"For you, definitely, wouldn't be long at all." Ivan said.

"I thought as much..." Helen murmured as she moved her mouth close to Ivan's again, kissing him quickly then pulling back and gesturing to him to help her take off her shirt and top. Ivan obliged and was thrilled by the sight of her breasts -- they were quite large, as he already knew, but firm, rounded and with spectacular brown nipples, the largest in his, admittedly limited, experience. He could not resist licking and sucking them immediately, and Helen guided his head as he did so, making sure he covered both breasts thoroughly.

Her intentions were elsewhere however, and she pulled away again, this time so that she could pull Ivan's t-shirt off and then undo the fly button on his shorts. She released the zip and put her hand inside, stroking his cock firmly through his cotton briefs. 

"You're so hard" she said, "I love that in a man." Ivan was again nearing orgasm, but Helen was in control, stopping so that he could simmer down, then clearly deciding it was time to take him over the edge.

She pulled his shorts and briefs down in one swift movement and knelt between his legs on the floor, taking his cock in her mouth and licking and sucking on it with consummate skill. Ivan had had relatively little oral action with Maggie, and this alone was enough to bring his climax closer. The final stimulus came when Helen adjusted her position so that Ivan's cock was over her breasts, tugging his straining shaft with her hand and saying: "Come on my tits, Ivan, I want it all over me, come for me now lover boy!"

Ivan was not used to talk like this and he instantly responded, gobbets of cum spurting as requested on to Helen's left breast, covering the nipple in the white fluid. She bent her head once more and took his cock in her mouth to suck the last few drops from him as he continued to pulse with pleasure, then rubbed the cum into her breasts, licking her fingers appreciatively as she did so.

He was speechless for a few moments, then said "God Helen, that was amazing, thank you, thank you..."

"You're more than welcome, and don't worry, you'll be returning the favour soon!"

She sat back on the sofa next to him and they kissed, the taste of his cum very apparent in her mouth, then she eased herself up slightly, undid the button on her shorts and told Ivan to take them off her. He did so quickly, revealing skimpy black knickers. Helen pushed Ivan down off the sofa and between her legs so that he was in position to lick her, and said "I told you it would be your turn soon!"

Luckily Ivan was good at cunnilingus, and now he felt for the first time that he was able to take a bit of control. He played with Helen a little, licking the inside of her thighs and then her pussy but only through the material of her knickers, then when he judged that she could not stand much more teasing, pulled them to one side and plunged his tongue as deep as he could into her. She moaned encouragingly in response, lifting up so that he could pull the knickers down all the way to the floor, then kicking them across the room in sensual fashion, revealing surprisingly ginger pubes as she did so.

Ivan continued to lick inside her labia, delaying the moment of reaching her clitoris, until once more he knew that she was desperate, her pussy getting wetter than just his saliva could have caused. She tasted delicious, musky and sweet, and he thrust a finger inside her as he finally licked her clit with his strong tongue. Helen writhed and moaned, putting her hands either side of his head and pulling him more firmly towards her. Ivan responded by licking her clit faster, turning his finger within her pussy and pressing on what he hoped was her G spot.

"That's it, that's it, lick me more, I'm coming, God yes, faster, yes, oh yes, press there, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Helen screamed as Ivan felt her pussy contract around her finger and become wetter than ever. He went on licking her clit and labia until she pulled his head back sharply, saying "God, that's enough, fantastic but I can't take any more now."

Helen pulled Ivan up on to the sofa again and they kissed with the intimacy and excitement of new lovers, enjoying each other's nakedness and gently exploring every part of their bodies. As he had predicted, and Helen had hoped, it was only a matter of minutes before Ivan's cock was starting to harden again, and Helen helped it on its way by going down on him again, licking his balls and perineum and generally taking him to places and sensations he had rarely experienced. Ivan's cock was an average six inches in length and not especially broad, but it was very hard and Helen seemed very pleased with the reaction she was getting, taking its full length in her mouth and sucking vigorously.

"I love a circumcised cock," she said, moving back to kiss Ivan, "so much cleaner and nicer to suck, I find!"

"Glad to hear that, and I have to say, Helen, you are even more gorgeous without your clothes on than I had imagined."

"Have you been thinking about me naked then, you naughty boy?" Helen laughed. "I thought you were getting a bit more friendly in the last few lessons."

"I've fancied you ever since we first met, Helen," Ivan replied, "but I never dreamt anything would come of it."

Ivan's cock was twitching with anticipation and desire, and their talking ceased as Helen straddled him, guiding his cock with her hand towards her pussy. Her knees were either side of his legs and she held herself just above the head of his member, rubbing the tip on her clit, building her own and Ivan's excitement. When she judged from his face that he could take no more, she eased down on to him, and he delighted in the sensation of his cock entering Helen's pussy for the first time.

Helen rode him gently to start with, as they found their mutual rhythm, kissing and stroking each other's hair and backs, then she adjusted her position slightly so that Ivan could suck on her nipples. They were both very turned on now, and she increased her pace, urging Ivan to thrust up as she pushed down to heighten the sensations. 

Ivan soon gasped "I can't last much longer, Helen, I'm going to come soon," and this was enough to push Helen over the edge.

"Come for me now, Ivan, fuck me harder, I want you to come, I'm coming, God yes, that's it, fuck me, fuck, fuck, yessssssssssssssssss!"

Ivan needed no further encouragement and with one final vigorous upwards thrust he felt the wonderful sensation of a huge orgasm building from the base of his spine through his balls and into his cock, the cum shooting up into Helen's throbbing pussy. He gasped at the strength of the feelings, amazed at what they had achieved this first time.

"God Helen, that was incredible, you made me come so hard again, amazing, just amazing."

"Anything for my lovely teacher...was it better than an apple or a box of chocolates as an end of term present?"

"You could say that -- though I wouldn't say no to the chocolates as well, of course!" Ivan replied, and Helen bit him gently on the shoulder for his cheekiness.

She eased off his subsiding cock and pulled him down on to the sofa next to her so that they could embrace fully. "I'm so glad you could stay, Ivan, and, seriously, this isn't going to mean that you have to stop teaching me, is it?"

"God no, of course not, wild horses wouldn't keep me away."

They kissed again, and then Helen headed back to the kitchen to fetch the long forgotten beers. Watching her walking away from him, and marvelling again at what a sexy woman she was, Ivan could not believe his luck, and he realised how this remarkable summer's evening had already changed him for ever.



The Violater....



David carefully climbed the wall as quietly as possible – it was dark and he wanted to make as little sound as possible. He found it much more difficult than he thought – when he had checked out the property earlier it had been daylight, and then hadn't thought about the discomfort caused by the rucksack he was carrying, not that it was a big rucksack, but it still impeded his movements. Luckily he could climb over from the field around the back of the property where no-one could possibly see him. David dropped to the ground, landing as quietly as he could on the soft grass. He paused, to orientate himself, than slowly made his way silently towards the house through the woodland, silently despite the beating of his heart. For David, the adrenaline rush of this sort of thing always enhanced his performance. 

David knew she would be there on her own. He had seen her around, and knew she was hot. At least she looked hot – he had never spoken to her. He had found out a little about her from people who knew her, from overheard conversations in the bank. Her husband was away weekdays for work for the next 2 months. She had been married two years. Called Candy Healy now, but Candy Smythe before her wedding. She worked in the local bank. He mused about her looks as he crept slowly and quietly through the woodlands. Tall – 5 foot 7 inches, slim, long blonde hair. Some would have called her a trophy bride. And he had found out that for this week, this week only, she would be at the house alone, the only week her parents wouldn't be staying while her husband was away. He had always been good at his research. It had to be this week...................

David slowly crept through the bushes, and at last saw the dark outline of the house. He reached into his rucksack and pulled out his balaclava and put it over his head. He hated wearing the balaclava, but it was essential for this sort of thing. Not only did it hide his identity, but made him look more scary, and the more scared they were, the more paralysed they were, the less they would fight back. David reflected – at 6 foot 2 inches with muscled body he was already quite intimidating, especially now he had shaved his head. He had decided to do it on his 30th birthday 4 months before, he wasn't quite sure why. The balaclava, leather trousers and black t-shirt just added to the image. It was normally pretty effective at terrorising his victims, and if they did fight back, he had the skills learnt in the special forces to defeat most, if not all of his victims. He had defeated them all to date.

At last he came to the edge of the trees, and sat behind a large oak. He looked at the building and could see three or four windows lit, the others dark. The house was big, but not a mansion – built in the thirties with perhaps 5 bedrooms. As he sat, preparing in his mind what was going to happen, he saw the light come on in one room, then in an upstairs room, then he saw another light go out – what he guessed would be the kitchen. As he sat and waited for the right moment, David checked in his rucksack, putting a pair of handcuffs in his pocket, making sure a rope was handy, making sure he had the gag ready. He was already turning over in his mind how he would do it..........

David watched. He saw her silhouette as she pulled the bedroom curtains closed. He saw the other lights in the house being turned out. He watched, knowing the moment was coming..............

At last the bedroom light was put out, as David waited. Maybe it would be another ten minutes.......

It was just about twelve – he noticed the bedroom light had come on again. Then he noticed the kitchen light come on again. Now was the time – his heart was beating fast as he headed silently towards the house, as he circled around, looking for a suitable window. He moved around to the back of the house, past a small door. He would at least try it – why not? He did, and was surprised that the handle turned, the door opened quietly. He smiled – at least it was easier than climbing the drains, or up a rope tied to his grappling iron, and through a window – not that either of those would have caused any problems – he was fit and agile and strong. He pushed the door open fully, entered, and closed it behind himself. David paused in the silence, and could hear sounds from the room he guessed was the kitchen. The place to go..................

David walked towards the door, and saw a hint of light coming underneath it. There was someone the other side of the door. This was what David had been building up to. David slowly opened the door, looked in. The figure hadn't noticed him. A female figure. David suddenly leapt into the room, took three steps across, grabbed the figure and pulled the woman to the ground – he had her on her stomach and had her hands in the cuffs before she could even fight back. The figure cried out, screamed, but David had fitted the gag within seconds. Within seconds he had tied her legs together with the rope in his rucksack. David looked into the woman's eyes, the woman looking terrified.

David moved over to the kitchen door, turned off the light and listened. He pulled some other bits out of his rucksack. As he did so he heard the door of the kitchen being pushed, and a voice cry out – "Sam, where are you?"

David leapt at the second figure, grabbed the figure and again within a couple of seconds had this one trussed up with handcuffs, ropes and gag. He lay the second figure by the first, then quickly returned to the corridor where he found a third person, a woman, shaking with fear. He caught her wrist and pulled her into the kitchen as well, but this time easing her onto the chair. David paused – the two tied on the floor were wearing jeans and t-shirts, the woman on the chair a nightdress. He grabbed and pulled the two on the floor so they were sitting with their backs to a kitchen unit, fear filling their eyes. It was the woman in the nightdress who spoke first. "Please, what is happening?"

David turned to her and bowed. "You don't need to be frightened any more, you're safe. You may have heard of me. The Violater, I think they call me."

The name clearly had an impact on the women sat on the chair in the nightdress, but even more on the couple tied up, sat on the floor. David continued, with a smirk in his voice. "Yes, I think the last headline described me as the most perverted vigilante in the world. How did they describe it? Catches the baddies. Molests the men, Takes the women. Then hands them over to the police. That's me!" David paused before continuing. "The great thing is, that because I CATCH the baddies, no-one tries too hard to catch me, irrespective of what I do to those baddies!" Again David paused before finishing. "Everyone got idea? Bag the baddies. Bugger the boys. Fuck the females. Move on to the next............."

"Yes, but, but, what is all this........" Candy spoke with fear and hesitation.

"Quite simple," David continued. "I picked up on a cellphone conversation that these two were coming here tonight, they were going to rob you, and then they were going to kill you because you might know who they are. So here I am. Do you recognise them?"

The woman looked for the first time at the two tied up robbers, then gasped. "Steve and Sam. They were in my class at school. Live just up the road. They hated me then. Thought I was posh. Never knew they would do this.................."

David was still wearing his balaclava, and spoke to the woman. "You will stay sat there. In half an hour you can call the police. I want to live up to my name first." He smirked. "Got a reputation to keep up. What was it in the Advertiser they called me. The kinkiest vigilante in the whole of history? I'm not that bad, but I need to get my thrills."

David walked over to the two people lying on the floor, and pulled the taller one, a man, to his feet. "So you are Steve. Well Steve, we're going to have a bit of fun with you first." He left the man standing, trying to balance and not fall over with his feet and arms tied, still wearing the gag. "How about a nice bit of humiliation for you? In front of these two hot women?"

David often enjoyed the men more than the women, although here he thought the girl – Sam – had a good figure and looked quite sexy. Still, he would satisfy his "bi" side first. David turned to Candy and said: "Don't move, you can just watch if you want." He knew they never did move, partly through anger of what had happened to them, partly through fear of him, and partly because they were fascinated by what he might do.

David turned back to Steve, reached out and undid his belt. He undid the button at the top of his jeans, then his zip. He yanked the jeans hard down to the guy's knees, made more difficult by his legs tied together. He pulled his boxers down after, leaving his cock dangling loose. David reached down and grabbed the guys cock, and began to stroke it. David turned to the two ladies and said "look, do you think he could get stiff knowing two hot women are watching him?" David knew it would work – he felt the cock twitch, and slowly harden. "I bet he's already dreaming of having your two mouths sucking and licking him." The cock hardened more. "I bet he would love to be in your cunts now."

As Steve's cock came to full hardness, David began to stroke him, running his hand gently up and down Steve's cock. The more DAvid stroked, the more the cock became harder, and eventually all three could hear him moaning through his gag. 

David stopped for a few moments, took a camera out of his rucksack and took some pictures of the man with his cock hard and trousers around his knees. David enjoyed playing with a cock, and enjoyed the erotic control it gave over another man. Perhaps it was his own special kink. David grabbed the cock again and began to stroke faster and faster. The more he stroked the more Steve moaned, the more his body shook. Suddenly David held tighter, stroked faster, and Steve's body stiffened as he spurted cum across the kitchen, moaning into his gag as he nearly lost his balance. He seemed to spurt more and more, but at last stopped and stood straight, looking very embarrassed.

David sneered at him. "Scum" he sneered, then lifted his leg and kneed Steve in the groin. Steve screamed in pain through his gag, then fell over doubled up, bruising himself on the shoulder as he reached the ground.

David stepped away from the man slumped on the floor and stepped towards Candy, still sat on the chair in her nightdress. He handed her the camera and said to her "take lots of pictures." Candy was shocked, but took the camera.

David turned to the woman, the accomplice, who Candy had called Sam. She was short, rounded, with short dark hair. Suddenly she was aware of what was going to happen to her. David untied the ropes around her ankles knowing she couldn't run away, and pulled her to her feet by her hair. He ordered her not to move, then undid her belt and jeans. She was already defeated having seen what David did to her boyfriend. He pulled the jeans and her panties to her ankles in one go, and ordered her to step out of them. Sam looked frightened through the gag she had, but David noticed that she had good legs, a shapely ass, nice tuft of pubic hair. David ripped off her t-shirt in one handful, then pulled hard on her bra. In seconds her tits were tumbling free. Round, nice size, nipples sitting proudly on top. 

David reached out his two hands and grabbed her nipples and rolled them between his fingers, squeezing just so hard they hurt, but not unbearably. Her nipples quickly hardened to the attention they were getting. David released one nipple and grabbed her ass, again squeezing, then push a finger between the cheeks, seeking her asshole. The girl managed to stay still, although jumped when his finger pushed against it. David had thought when he started that they might fight back, but had found in most cases the fear and perverted nature of what he did made them accept what he did to them. Clearly this was the case with Sam. 

David released the girl, then lay her on the ground on her back. He grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs wide open, revealing her pussy, covered with hair. He dropped quickly between her legs, put his tongue to her pussy and began to lick. He quickly moved his tongue to her clitoris, wanting to force her to have an orgasm. His tongue swirled, then flicked her clit, until at last he felt her body respond. He knew he had her – he began to caress her clit faster and faster, as her body responded more and more to his tongue. He knew she would be hating this, and yet, could do nothing to stop him, and didn't want to do anything to stop him. 

Suddenly Sam's body shook hard, as the orgasm swept through her, moaning loudly through the gag in her mouth. 

At last her body slumped. David released Sam's legs, then quickly undid his trouser and dropped them and his boxers to his knees. Candy gasped – his cock was huge – perhaps 9 inches, and thick. He waved the cock in Sam's face so she would know what she was getting, then knelt between the girls legs, resting the tip of his cock at the lips of Sam's pussy. Sam looked frightened, and suddenly screamed into her gag as David thrust as much of his cock deep into her as he could. Sam was still wet from her orgasm, and while he was huge and it was tight, it felt so good......

David stopped for a moment, pulled out, then thrust back into Sam, his cock going an inch deeper, and then in full length with his next thrust. Again David pulled out and thrust back in, and again, and again, faster and faster, until Sam's body was thrusting up to meet him. At last David groaned, pumping his cum deep into the girl's pussy, shooting strand after strand of cum deep into her guts. At the same time Sam screamed, her body shook as her second orgasm in just a few minutes overwhelmed her.

Within seconds David was standing up. He had fixed his trousers. He had left Tony on the floor, recovering from the knee to his groin. He had left Sam on her back with his cum seaping out of her. He had recovered his camera hoping Candy would have taken lots of pictures. He had left without a word, and had disappeared. A minute later he was over the wall, awaiting the next opportunity, knowing no-one would do much chasing down of a guy who had just saved a woman from being robbed and murdered.

Candy looked at the girl on the floor who had just been raped, raped by a cock that Candy wished had taken her. Candy looked at the guy, still squirming against the pain in his balls, although the pain was beginning to ease. It was time to call the police.........



The Violation of Eden



The Violation of Eden 

By: Duane (M+F/F, nc, ir, bd,fem-dom)

Note:This only a Fantasy about this person and should not Imply any actual Behavior!

Eden returned home after a long day on the set of her soap. Very tired, she started to get undressed. Eden was unaware that she was being watched by a woman who broke into the soap star's home earlier in the day. The woman was named Maddie and she was an obsessed fan of Eden's character Bianca on the daytime show. 

Eden removed her blouse as Maddie watched her from the closet, enjoying the sight of Eden's medium size white breasts in her sheer white bra. Eden removed her skirt. Now in just her bra and panties she decided to go to the kitchen to grab a drink. When Eden returned to her bedroom she put her diet Coke on her nightstand and headed off to the bathroom.

Maddie slipped out of the closet walking over to Eden's drink on the nightstand. She added some powder mix to her drink. "This should take care of her," she thought. Suddenly Maddie heard a noise from the bathroom and she darted back into the closet.

Eden came out of the bathroom still wearing her white bra and panties. She walked over to the nightstand, grabbed her drink and took a sip. After a few more sips of her drink Eden started to feel a little dizzy so she lay down on her bed.

The female intruder looked on, happy with the results from the drink. Emerging from the closet Maddie walked over to the bed and stared at her favorite daytime soap star. Maddie the fan was a 52 year old black female and she wasn't in touch with reality. She thought of Eden in terms of her character Bianca who was a lesbian on the daytime show.

Now Maddie looked at Eden's half naked beautiful white body, her full young breasts and pink nipples poking through her bra and her flat tummy down to her panties. Maddie enjoyed the sight as she also looked at Eden's pussy, and clearly visible through her white panties, her dark pubic hair.

Maddie reached out to touch Eden's breasts, giving them a little feel. Then grabbing more of Eden's tit flesh in her large black hands she decided to give her breasts a squeeze.Maddie heard her moan a little but otherwise nothing happened. So now she was content that the drug had worked and Bianca was out cold. She decided to set her plan in motion.

Maddie didn't just want to sleep with Bianca. In her mind she was in love with Bianca and so she wanted to take the actress Eden home with her. Maddie now set her plan in motion by calling her friends to come over to help her. She wanted to remove Bianca's sleeping body from her apartment and take her to Maddie's place.

The plan had been thought out not by Maddie herself but by Taryn, Maddie's younger daughter. To Maddie, Bianca was a beautiful brunette lesbian that she was in love with, but to Taryn the abduction of Eden Riegel meant a lot more. Taryn actually knew Eden and her plan was to humiliate the young actress.

Later when Eden began to wake up opening her brown eyes she realized immediately that something was wrong. Her head hurt and she was unable to move her limbs. 

"Oh my god!" she screamed when she realized that the reason she was unable to move was because her arms and legs were tied to the bed.

Taryn told her, "Shut up, Eden!" Confused Eden continued to scream. Taryn slapped her hard in the face telling her again to shut up. Crying and confused Eden looked up at the black girl not recognizing her.

"Hi Eden, how are you?" Taryn asked as though she cared. The brunette's eyes were still playing tricks on her, making her unable to focus clearly on the black girl. Taryn looked at Eden tied to the bed, still in her white bra and panties. "Not a bad body but not great either. Mines much better," she thought to herself.

Taryn was a very beautiful girl in her mid 20s. She had very black skin and and her boobs were huge double EE cups. So even though Eden had nice medium size white breasts compared to Taryn's mammoth tits they were not impressive, at least not to Taryn. But the black girl looked at Eden with pure venom in her eyes.

Taryn not being a lesbian never even thought of girls in a sexual way. But what she did think was that Eden was going to be her new plaything and Taryn was busy thinking of ways to humiliate the brunette actress. Taryn wasn't sure what to do with Eden but what she did know was that Eden was going to suffer a lot of pain. Taryn reached out to grab Eden's white breasts with both her hands and started to squeeze her tits hard. 

"Ouch! Don't! Please stop, oh please, that hurts, don't!" Eden cried out in pain. Taryn looked at the brunette's big brown eyes as Eden started to cry. 

Taryn laughing said, "You know Eden, you are now going to be my little white slut. You're my little bitch, aren't you!" when Eden did not answer Taryn squeezed her breasts even harder bringing more pain to Eden. "Say it, you bitch. I own you now, slut. Do you understand?" 

Eden cried out, "Yesss! Please stop!" 

"Do I own you, slut?" Taryn shouted at her. 

Eden replied, "Yes! Just stop, please!" Taryn said "OK" and then the girl let go of Eden's aching breasts. Even though the actress still had her bra on Taryn could still make out the red marks she left on Eden's breasts from squeezing them.

Taryn smiled at Eden. "Maybe you would like to see a real body, slut." Taryn started to remove her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it and making sure that Eden was watching her. As she removed her blouse Eden could not help but notice how big Taryn 's black breasts were. They looked huge. 

Taryn smiled down at Eden. "Do you like what you see, slut?" Eden only played a lesbian on TV. Never in her young life had she even noticed another women or thought of one in a sexual way before. But she was in awe of Taryn's EE cups. As Taryn removed her bra Eden noticed her large aureolas and her big nipples.

"Wow!" Eden thought to herself. Taryn looking at Eden's brown eyes looking at her breasts and thought, "I don't believe what I'm seeing. Could Eden really be turned on by me? This might be better than I imagined, but I'm still going to make the bitch suffer."

Taryn looked down at the helpless actress tied up spread eagle. She was enjoying the view, seeing the beautiful soap star helpless. But Taryn also noticed the brunette's body, her pale white skin, her medium size breasts, her little pink nipples poking up through her sheer bra, her flat tummy, her black pussy hair visible through her white panties.Taryn's pussy was getting wet just from thinking about what she had planned for Eden.

Taryn decided to call some friends to come over. "Hi Jack. Come on over and bring some friends with you. Oh yeah, bring over Manaconda too. Great, can't wait. See ya soon, Babe." Taryn had a wicked if not an evil grin on her face looking at Eden's tied-up half naked body still on the bed.

"I doubt if the little bitch can handle my little surprise." Taryn thought to herself. "Well maybe not so little." Taryn laughed. Manaconda was a large African male porn star. She mused, "I wonder if that little white pussy can handle his famous horse cock. Manaconda himself with a very fat 16 inches of horse cock.

Before long the doorbell rang. Taryn answered it and let her friends in. She took them all to the bedroom where Eden was tied to the bed. "What do you think, guys?" she asked them. Taryn had a video camera ready. She was going to tape everything that they did to the pretty actress.

Eden was horrified to see a gang of black men ogling her half-naked body. Then she saw Manaconda's huge black cock when he whipped it out of his pants and showed it to her. Eden was horrified as she realized that they all intended to rape her. She screamed and passed out.

Maddie had been watching her daughter Taryn abuse poor Bianca. In her mind Maddie had expected to make love to Bianca but she was afraid of her daughter Taryn and had held back. Now though, seeing all these men threatening her Bianca, Maddie rushed over to the unconscious Eden and took her in her arms protectively.

"Oh Bianca, wake up! Don't be afraid of all these men. Maddie won't let them hurt you!" Taryn and the men were amused by the deranged woman. But they decided to play along with her a little.

"Go ahead Mom, you can take Bianca's bra off and play with her pretty white tits. That's what you want to do isn't it, Mom?" Taryn suggested.

"Oh yes, Taryn. Thank you!" Maddie reached around her upper body and unhooked Eden's strapless bra. She took it off, baring the actress' pretty breasts. "Oh Bianca, such pretty tits!" she exclaimed, kissing them all over. Taryn and the men were amused but they also were interested in playing with Eden's tits. Taryn quietly took her mother aside and made her sit down and watch what they were going to do next.

The men gathered around Eden and took turns fondling her tits. Then Jack decided it was time to remove her panties too. Because her legs were spread and tied down he simply took a knife and cut her panties off. By now Eden was beginning to stir and wake up. She was horrified to see black men gathered around her, playing with her tits and pussy. She was naked and tied down helpless!

"Oh good, you're awake, Eden." Taryn said. "I'd like to introduce you to my friend Jack, his friends Mike, Tony, and Harry, and this magnificent man is Manaconda. He's an actor just as you are, but his films are not shown on daytime TV. 

Eden stared with horror at the men leering at her naked body. Their black hands were all over her, feeling and prodding her. Manaconda was standing beside her tits and his huge black schlong was lightly slapping against her tits. She was ashamed to see her nipples erect in response to the cock whipping, poking up and welcoming his schlong caresses.

Jack said, "That's quite a bush you have Eden, but it's hiding your pussy from us. Taryn, fetch us some scissors, shave cream and a razor, will you?" She hurried to gather the things he asked for. This should be fun! She returned to the room and resumed taping the things they were doing to Eden.

Jack used the scissors to trim her pubic hair, cutting it close to her pussy. Then he lathered it up with the shave cream and used the razor to shave her clean. When he was done he wiped her off. Eden's pussy was now as bald as a baby's.

"There, that's much better!" Jack said. Indeed her cunt lips were now fully exposed and gaping open, showing some shiny wetness as she let down her juices in response to all the manhandling of her privates. By now the men had undressed and their cocks were all wagging stiffly at Eden. 

She realized that the men all intended to fuck her. But she feared the huge schlong of Manaconda most of all. She could handle the rest of the men, no problem, but his huge cock monster could rip her open and kill her. 

"Maybe if I just suck him off, he won't need to fuck me," Eden thought. So she asked the African if she could suck his big cock for him. He was used to such requests from admiring women and so he brought his schlong to her lips. Eden opened wide and sought to take him in her mouth. It was all she could do to get the big mushroom head in. 

Eden sucked diligently, hoping to get the African cumming and cumming until he was drained. That was not going to happen though because he was used to cumming multiple times. Indeed he had once fucked 6 bitches in a row and had cum in each of their cunts, after stretching them painfully with his huge meat. 

After a few minutes of intense sucking by Eden, Manaconda grunted and flooded her mouth with his first load of sperm. There was so much of the stuff that Eden nearly choked on it. Somehow she managed to swallow it down though. Then she looked hopefully at his huge cock, hoping to see it deflate. But it still seemed as stiff as ever. She started sucking it again.

Meanwhile Jack had plugged his cock into the pretty white woman's cunt and he was fucking her as hard as he could, enjoying the slippery tightness of her warm vagina. Before long he was followed by Mike, Tony and Harry. Each of the men fucked her hard and got Eden to cum nicely. But nothing could distract her from trying to drain the huge cock of Manaconda. He seem amused by her efforts but he fed her a second load of cum.

Now he took charge. "Untie the white bitch and let's get her on all fours on the floor. I'm going to take her from behind doggy fashion, and then my pets with get their turns at her cunt too." Taryn came in her panties when she heard that, it was so exciting to her. This should really teach the bitch Eden, who she felt had slighted her when she wanted an acting job. She wondered if the actress would survive the ordeal of Manaconda's cock.

Eden whimpered as she was forced onto all fours on the floor. Her cunt was oozing cum from the 4 men who had already raped her. Manaconda positioned himself behind the trembling woman. He positioned his cockhead at the orifice of her vagina and suddenly shoved himself at her. It took several attempts but he finally got his schlong started into her tight vagina. 

Then he hunched himself at her, gradually invading her body as she screamed. He felt his cockhead pressing against her cervix as she cried out in pain from the terrible stretching of her cunt tissues. She had managed to take nearly half of his cock inside her body which was better than most women could do. Manaconda was pleased with her. 

The big dark African fucked her slowly and gently. He had learned that it was necessary to do this with his bitches. Otherwise his big cock would split them open and that was always a messy ending to his fucking. So he took his time fucking her as Eden screamed with every in thrust on his huge cock. 

He got her to cumming in an amazing multiple orgasm where Eden came and came, unable to stop, and screaming her head off. "Good, this is one of my better bitches," he thought to himself. Manaconda also came a few more times and finally he was drained.

He pulled out of the woman's tight cunt and there was a sloppy sucking noise as his black cock emerged from the woman's white pussy. Taryn was fascinated. She asked if she could lick him off and so he let her, amused as she masturbated while licking him clean.

Eden had passed out again. The men threw water in her face to revive her.

Eden lay face down on the floor crying and humiliated.

Surely this terrible ordeal was over now, wasn't it? She still didn't recognize Taryn as someone she had offended. 

But Eden's nightmare had just begun. Taryn looked down at Eden who was lying on her stomach with her white ass staring back at Taryn. Eden's face had cum all over it and her brown hair had cum in it. The beautiful actress was a mess. Eden's eyes were closed but she was awake. 

"Get her, boys," Taryn said. A couple of the guys tried to pick up the actress' limp body."No wait, just roll the bitch over," Taryn shouted. The men complied and rolled Eden over on her back.

Taryn said, "Look at me, bitch. Open your eyes."

Eden looked up at Taryn. "Oh god no! You won't, you can't!"

Taryn was standing in front of Eden nude but Taryn wanted to fuck the actress and had put on a strap-on cock. While it was 10 inches long it seemed small compared to the size of the men who had already fucked her.

"No way." she thought. Eden had been fucked by the black men and by Manaconda, but she was not going to allow this to happen to her. Eden tried to sit up but she was too weak. Eden's body had never experienced anything like this. Her sex life was normal. Her boyfriends had all been white with average size penises.

Eden had to admit to herself that Taryn was beautiful. Her body was amazing. Her breasts were the largest tits she ever saw nude. Her pussy was hairy and her thighs were massive,not fat but muscular. Taryn was pleased as she noticed Eden's big brown eyes roving over her curvy body.

Taryn thought, "Maybe if things could have been different but this was payback, and payback's a bitch." But even Taryn had to admit that Eden was beautiful and she was amazed at what Eden had already done so well. She knew that from now on she owned the white beauty, or so she thought. No way could she explain this. The men, yes. Taryn? No way!

Taryn told Eden to lie down on her back. The actress looked around the room. She saw the naked black men looking at her and she noticed Manaconda and his amazing black cock. Eden's face turned red when she remembered what he did to her with his huge cock. Her newly shaved pussy was sore and her jaw hurt from her trying to suck on his massive black cock.

Eden had never felt so used. But Manaconda smiled at her knowing the white actress was impressed. He knew that Eden had just received the best fucking of her life. Eden was sore, tired and embarrassed that she actually was mesmerized by the black man's huge cock. Taryn pushed on Eden's shoulders causing the actress to fall back on her back.

"No, please don't." The black girl gripped Eden's white tits and squeezed them hard. "Ouch! No, please stop!" Eden moaned.

Taryn said, "Lie still bitch, it's my turn, you fucking slut." Eden knew she was defeated and she was too tired to fight off the much bigger black female. So she just lay there not moving as Taryn mounted her pussy. The black girl had no trouble doing so because Eden's pussy was so wet. She pushed the dildo cock into the actress' white wet pussy.Taryn lay with her body over Eden's, her huge tits pressing down on Eden's smaller white boobs. 

Taryn started to pump her dildo in and out of Eden's pussy while she rubbed her huge boobs over Eden's white titties. The white girl started to moan. Her nipples were getting hard from Taryn's nipples rubbing against them. Both young women started to moan as the men watched the lesbian action. Eden had her eyes open and they had a glazed look.

Taryn did not fully realize what she was doing as she continued to pump Eden's pussy.She tried to kiss Eden. The actress found her mouth open and both girls began to kiss.Taryn's tongue was slipping into Eden's mouth and then Eden started cumming 

"Oh my god, yessss. Oh my, I'mmm cummming!" Taryn realized what she was doing then. She got off of Eden's naked white body. She looked down and saw that Edens body was convulsing and her young hips and breasts were shaking from her intense orgasm. Taryn was happy she had fucked the white girl so well but she was mad at herself for enjoying it herself.

Taryn's mood quickly changed. She glanced over at the men who were watching her and Eden together. The black men all had knowing smiles written on their faces. Taryn's venom came back in full force. She told the black males to "Get the fuck out!" The men were not happy but they had already fucked the girl and so they didn't argue the point.

Jack was Taryn's friend and he was familiar with her moods. "We'll just wait outside the room in case you change your mind, Taryn. You might want a little more man meat later. C'mon, guys, let's give the ladies some space." With that he and his buddies left the room, except for Manaconda who stayed behind. 

Manaconda looked at the anger on Taryn's face. He understood why she was so upset. Obviously she was embarrassed by the pleasure she got from her encounter with Eden and she lost control of herself. The man himself was impressed with Eden's beauty also,her soft white breasts, her big brown eyes, tapered wide hips, her cute face. She wasn't like the cheap looking white fuck meats he ran across in the porn business. Eden looked so innocent and cute.

Taryn was also affected by the white girl but she was determined to not let her own desires get the best of her. She grabbed Eden's arms and tried to pull her up. 

"Stand up, you bitch!" Eden tried to stand up but was too shaky to stand on her own.Manaconda reached out and helped her get to her feet. He had his arms wrapped around her stomach to help support her. Eden felt the man's huge black cock pressing against her soft white ass. She couldn't help but think how big this man was, like no one she had ever seen before. 




The Violation of Eden



She felt flushed thinking about earlier when she was trying to fit his dickhead inside her small mouth, and the amazing orgasms she had when he fucked her like a dog. How good it had felt having his huge schlong moving in and out of her tight pussy when he fucked her. Eden was unaware of the movements of her ass, gently rubbing back at the black man's cock. Manaconda moved his hands up from Eden's tummy to cup her breasts.

Taryn looked at Eden. "Look, the bitch is in heat." she thought to herself, looking at Eden rubbing her white ass against Manconda's huge dick while the black stud was gently feeling up Eden's soft breasts. Her nipples stood out like little pink rosebuds. Taryn knew pretty Eden was lost in the moment. 

Eden was not sure what she was doing but she felt the large black cock pressing against her soft ass. She knew his large black hands were now cupping her bare breasts and it felt good, so good having his big hands covering her breasts.

The black beauty had a special room prepared for Eden's abduction. She instructed Maddie who was just watching, unsure as to what to do to help out Bianca. Maddie knew her daughter was very mean to her if she argued back so she always did what Taryn wanted her to do. Also Maddie knew that when her daughter was done with Bianca it would be her turn to console and help the girl. 

"Open the damn door," she heard her daughter shout at her. Maddie ran to the door and opened it for Taryn. Inside the special room there was an examination table with restraints and various BDSM devices. Manaconda helped Taryn get Eden into the room and strapped down on the table. The African decided that he would just watch the abuse but wouldn't let it get out of hand.

Taryn proceeded to insert small pins in Eden's breasts making her cry out in pain. Then she took a riding crop and used it to whip the actress' lovely breasts. She watched them bobble about on her chest and turn red from the whipping. Manaconda told her not to hit Eden's tits too hard though. He didn't want them to be whipped raw and scarred.

So loosened the bindings and turned Eden over with her butt sticking up in the air, and then she tied her to the table again. Then Taryn used the riding crop to whip her butt. It became quite red before Manaconda intervened again and made Taryn stop spanking her butt with the riding crop. 

Taryn realized that the big black man had become fond of the white bitch. This was going to prevent her from doing some of the nastier things she had wanted to do to Eden. This was not what Taryn had planned but Manaconda was much too large and powerful for her to do anything really nasty to Eden now. So Taryn decided to just make Eden kiss and lick her pussy and eat her out. 

She crouched over Eden's head and ordered, "Eat me, bitch! Eat my pussy!" Eden didn't want to do that at all but being tied down she felt helpless and so she did it. She ate out Taryn's musky pussy until the black girl had an orgasm. Manaconda looked on but he said nothing, letting her do this with Eden.

Next Taryn released Eden from her bonds but she was not done yet. She put a dog collar around her neck and walked her around the room on all fours, ordering her about like a dog. Satan and Devil were sitting beside their master Manaconda and they whimpered and wagged their tails as they watched the white bitch being walked the same way their master walked them. Then Taryn got on Eden's back and rode her around the room like she was a horse. Eden felt truly humiliated now. 

Dismounting from her white "horse" Taryn asked Manaconda if he would like to fuck Eden again. He declined, no longer wanting to hurt Eden with his huge horse cock. Eden was lying prone on the floor with her white ass sticking up, Now Maddie came rushing over to Eden's quivering form. She lay down on her body and hugged her. "Oh Bianca, I love you so much!" the deranged older woman proclaimed. 

Eden managed to turn over on her back and then Taryn let her mother pick the pins out of Eden's white tits. Maddie wanted to stay with Bianca and comfort her after all the abuse she had suffered at the hands of her daughter Taryn.

Manaconda noticed that Eden was staring at him again with her big brown eyes. He felt sorry for the actress, for what she had just suffered at the evil hands of Taryn. Her white body was bruised all over. Her tits were red from the black girl's whipping and he knew her breasts must be very sore. Her ass was also red from Taryn spanking her. 

Manaconda could tell by the way she was looking at him that the cute actress was still fascinated by the African man and his huge cock. He smiled at her as he decided to take charge of this charade. 

"Taryn, you've had your fun with Eden. I don't know what grudge you had against her but surely it has been satisfied by this rape party you threw with Eden as the guest of honor. So now I'm taking charge. Help me get this white bitch cleaned up and dressed. I've decided to take her home with me."

Maddie spoke up. "Oh please, let me do it. I'll wash her off real good for you." So he agreed. Eden was taken to the shower and cleaned up by Maddie. Meanwhile Manaconda called the other men back into the place and they all sat around with Taryn drinking a few beers and talking about the white actress and what they had done with her. 

Maddie's black hands traveled over Eden's body washing her tits, rubbing her soapy hands over Eden's breasts, rubbing her nipples. "Ouch!" Eden's breasts were still sore from Taryn's bondage fun. Maddie gently caressed her tender mounds, her black fingers gentle playing with the star's tender breasts. 

Maddie had finally got a chance to be with her beloved Bianca. Her hands were very gentle on Eden's bare flesh, rubbing her hands down the star's white tummy. Then she washed Eden's newly shaved pussy. Maddie gently rubbed her fingers across her red clit.

Eden's eyes locked onto Maddie's face. The woman looked at her with tenderness in her eyes and she gave her a warm smile. Eden thought, "The night's almost over so I'll just go along with whatever the older woman wants. Then I can go home."

Eden was surprised when she no longer felt the woman's hands touching her body. Maddie had started to undress herself. The actress watched as the older woman removed her blouse. Eden noticed that the mom looked a lot like Taryn. Her breasts were also big but they had a lot more sag to them than Taryn's huge tits, but still they were not bad for her age. Maddie smiled at Eden as she removed her bra. Her large breasts plopped out now free from the harness of her bra. Next came the black woman's pants as she lowered them over her wide hips. Eden noticed Maddie's hairy pussy as she removed her underwear.

Maddie was now naked, not bad for a woman of her age. Eden knew she was not gay, she also knew what Manaconda had said about taking her home with him. Eden knew she wanted to be fucked by the inhuman size black cock again. Once again he had reached a part of her pussy like no man had ever done to her before. The actress then heard a small voice saying something to her. 

"Do you like me?" Maddie asked her in a soft voice. "Oh Bianca, you're so beautiful. I will take care of you now." 

"No wait! my name's not Bianca, it's Eden." she protested. 

"Don't worry Bianca, let your big black Momma take care of you." 

Eden just thought to herself, "I enjoyed looking at her daughter's beautiful naked body. Taryn's mom ain't nearly as beautiful as her daughter but she's a kind woman and who's to know what happens between us?" Maddie was a nice woman and her kindness to her was appreciated. Eden was trying to rationalize in her mind the idea of making love to the woman. And despite everything that had happened to her that evening, she actually was turned on by the idea of having sex with this mature black woman.

The older woman reached out and started to rub her hands once again over Eden's tender body, her bruised body, rubbing the actress' bare boobs, reaching the soft cheeks of the star's white ass. But Eden was in too much pain to enjoy even the softest touches from the voluptuous older woman. 

Eden then decided to do something that only her TV character Bianca would ever do, make love to a woman. Eden reached out to touch Maddie's big breasts. They felt so soft in her hands as she gently felt up Maddie's much larger breasts. It was not all that bad, her tits felt nice to the touch. Her nipples were large and they started to get hard from Eden's touch. 

The older woman let out a soft moan. The brunette decided that being with Maddie was not going to be all that bad. It was another new experience to add to the evening. Eden could not believe how heavy the black woman's tits felt in her small white hands. Her only other experience with touching a female body was her own, except that Taryn had also forced her to touch hers. 

Eden's tits were a nice handful but her mounds looked like a baby's compared to this black mama. Eden laughed at the thoughts that were going through her mind. "Big black momma", that's what Maddie had said earlier to her that evening.

Maddie reached out and put her hands on the brunette's face and then she told the actress to nurse on her big black tits. "Please Bianca, suck on my breasts! Please." the older woman said, pulling the star's face into her large tits. Eden started to lick her black tits, her pink tongue licking up and down the older woman's aroused tits.

Maddie was so excited to finally have her soap star Bianca making love to her. She pulled her face hard to her breasts causing the star to feel smothered in the older woman's breasts. "Wait!" Eden tried to calm down the excited woman. She was being smothered by the massive melons in her face, and she was having a hard time breathing. 

Maddie was so excited that she pushed the actress' face down to her hairy black pussy. "So much for foreplay," Eden thought to herself. "Here I'm going to make love to my first female and the woman's in a rush." Eden was excited by Maddie and she felt sorry for the poor older woman. 

She heard her say, "Eat my black pussy. Please Bianca, do it baby, please eat my black cunt. Oh yes baby, oh yes that's it, my beautiful baby girl. Make love to your momma's black pussy." 

Eden bent her head in to Maddie's pussy and for the first time in her young life she tasted a woman's pussy. No, she had tasted Taryn's too. The taste was not all that bad to her and she began to lick the woman's clit, licking her little tongue up and down Maddie's pink clit, the same way she liked her boyfriend to lick her own pussy. 

Eden felt bad all of a sudden feeling guilty for being attracted to a man who helped rape her, Manaconda. Her earlier attraction to Taryn before the black girl hurt her, and now she was naked in a bathroom eating a woman's pussy, Taryn's black mother. What a day!

Eden knew that her attraction to Manaconda was typical of white girls who get a taste of something new. She also knew that the African had helped her maybe get out of this situation with Taryn. The actress also decided that some day Taryn was going to pay for this, and she might need to win over Manaconda for his assistance later on.

Then came a loud moan as Maddie started cumming. "Oh yes I'm cumming, Bianca. Oh yes baby, that feels so good!" The black woman's canal had opened and her pussy juice was filling Eden's mouth with her cum, which the TV star drank. Her cum didn't taste all that bad to the white girl but she knew that she still preferred a man cumming in her mouth, and the taste of male cum over a woman's taste.

Maddie regained some of her senses, pulling Eden's face from her pussy to give the younger star a kiss. Maddie's pussy juice was still smeared on the girl's face and she began to lick the pussy juice off of her face. The black woman heard a voice calling from the other room. 

She looked frightened and nervous as the voice asked her, "What's going on? Where the fuck are you?" The woman grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Eden's nude body. The towel was short and came up high on her thighs but it was a little late for modesty now.Maddie wrapped a towel around herself too and then the women both stepped out of the bathroom. 

"Er, I took my clothes off so they wouldn't get all wet," Maddie said to explain her nude state. The towel did little to cover her large body.

"Mother, please go and put your clothes back on," Taryn ordered her and hastily the older woman returned to the bathroom to get dressed again.

Manaconda looked at the girl with interest, checking out her white thighs and her exposed cleavage peeking out over the tiny towel. Manaconda wanted Eden again but he wanted her at his place. 

"Get her dressed now! Taryn, find her some clothes to wear." 

Only her strapless bra was still wearable but just barely, Eden's breasts spilling out over the top of her skimpy bra. She struggled with trying to get her bra to cover her breasts and stay there but then she decided to forget the bra because her tits were too sore to wear a bra. Her panties had been cut off her earlier. However they found a dress of Taryn's that she could wear, even though it was loose on Eden's smaller frame. Eden put the dress on, not really too worried that she was naked underneath the dress.

Manaconda supported her as Eden walked on wobbly legs. Satan and Devil were right behind them. The dogs kept shoving their damp noses up under the hem of her dress and goosing Eden's bare shaved pussy making her jump. "Such good doggies!" she said and the men laughed. They left Maddie and Taryn's place along with the other black men and walked down the street like that. Manaconda helped her into the front seat of his car and the dogs jumped into the back. 

Eden was already planning her next moves as they drove off to Manaconda's place.

Eden wasn't sure about the African man, but she sensed that he really liked her. And what a cock he had! It had done such marvelous things to her and made her cum like crazy. Eden also knew that she wanted to get Maddie away from Taryn's evil clutches. She sensed that Manaconda might help her with this. Time would tell.

As Manaconda drove off with Eden the other black men stared after them. Jack said, "C'mon guys, let's go back and keep Taryn company. I know she must be feeling lonely now that Manaconda has taken Eden away with him." And so the four black men went back in the house and entertained Taryn with a nice gangbang. 

The busty black girl wanted to refuse them but the men gave her no choice. The black guys were now going to treat Taryn to even worse abuse than Eden had received from them. Maddie watched them, enjoying the sight of her mean daughter being abused at the hands of the men. That would teach her for hurting her beloved Bianca!

Manaconda drove Eden back to his apartment on the upper East Side of New York. It was a nice place well furnished in African culture and decor. Eden didn't know what to say to the large man as he started to remove Taryn's old dress from her body. Then she noticed his two dogs Satan and Devil looking at her. They seemed friendly though, wagging their tails. 

Manaconda had now removed Taryn's old dress and the cute brunette was again standing naked in front of the large man. Eden's mind was playing tricks on her. She wanted to leave but she was excited by the man. So she just let Manaconda do what he wanted to her.

Eden was walked over to the center of the room. She was again in awe of this tall man towering over her. The brunette followed him as if in a trance, not saying a word. Manaconda knew he had the cute little brunette right where he wanted her to be, nude and naked and following him like a trained puppy. He had the cute soap star sit down on the mat on the floor. He stared at Eden's nude body sitting on his floor, enjoying the sight of the naked young woman. 

The black African knew he had her right where he wanted her to be. Now it was time to play his ace in the hole that had almost all of his women prey wanting to worship him. Manaconda started to get undressed but he took his time, watching the look on the cute brunette's face as he once again revealed his naked body to her. Eden sat mesmerized by the black man's huge cock. Wow! She could hardly believe that his cock could ever fit in her pussy but she knew it had, stretching her wide open. What a huge schlong he had! 

Manaconda was pleased as he looked at her big brown eyes staring at his Huge Black Cock. "Wait baby girl, I'll be right back." Eden just sat there wondering what she was doing. Why didn't she just try to leave this place? Would he even try to stop her? Maybe she was too tired to get up or maybe just curious to see what the man wanted from her. But in her mind Eden knew why she couldn't leave now. In truth she didn't want to leave, at least not yet.

Manaconda returned and he told Eden to lie down on her stomach. She did what he asked her to do without hesitation, she lay face down on the mat. The African then surprised the young woman. He started rubbing a special cream into her body to help soothe her wounds and to make her body feel better. Eden relaxed as the man's large hands rubbed the cool gel into her body. 

"That feels so nice," she said. But in truth Manaconda had other plans for the special gel that he was now rubbing on her back, down the small of her back and reaching the best part of the white brunette's body to him, her white ass.

The man really liked the twin soft white cheeks of her ass and the softness of her skin. Eden was enjoying the feeling of the man massaging her. His touch was very gentle and she felt some of the pain she experienced earlier going away. Whatever he was rubbing on her backside felt good. But in truth Manaconda was just enjoying breaking in a new white chick. 

He knew that Eden was going straight to his A list of women. He was very pleased knowing he was adding a white soap star to his tribe of women. He was also very happy with the young brunette's white body. Her ass was soft to the touch. She had a cute face, nice thighs and hips. He had finished rubbing her back and her ass now. 

"Turn over, Baby!" Eden had almost fallen asleep. It had been such a long day and she was tired. But she knew whatever he had done that her backside felt better. Her ass wasn't sore anymore. She rolled over on her back. Manaconda looked at her big brown eyes staring up at him. 

"Do you feel better now, Baby girl?" 

"Yes, I feel much better now, thank you." Manconda may have liked doing her backside with her nice curvy ass but he was now going to enjoy doing the rest of her body. He reached out to the gir'ls breasts and started to rub the gel into her breasts. He heard the girl moan as he started to rub her breasts. Her white tits were beautiful, they were soft and they were a real treat to play with. He touched her little pink nipples, rubbing his thumbs lightly over the peaks of her nipples. 

Manaconda looked at the white girl's face. Her eyes were closed again but he knew she was not asleep. He was also well aware that the girl was breathing harder. Manaconda knew that his strong hands on her nice body was turning her on again, so he continued to rub the gel down her white belly, going lower to her shaved pussy. His finger reached out and touched her clit. The black master knew what he was doing to her. 

Manaconda lightly rubbed her clit with his finger while he waited for a reaction from the young woman. He noticed that her face look flushed, a little redder and her nipples were brighter in color. He also noticed her mouth was open. She was breathing harder now and her tits had a sexy little jiggle going on. He loved the idea that she was aroused and he knew she was ready to cum by the way her face looked, so lustful. 





The Violation of Eden



Eden was so very sexy looking like that. The man knew he owned her. She couldn't deny her feelings for him now. Just look at her after her ordeal with Taryn. The young woman was still aroused by Manaconda's touch, or at least her body wanted more action. Manaconda liked his white beauty. To him her sweet face and her curvy young body had become his own personal slave. He thought that Eden was a real prize, a real trophy, a white slave to follow him around, a real prize for his collection.

Eden's breathing was rapid and her body was really getting hot. She was getting ready to cum again. Then she felt something with a long tongue licking her breast. "Oh my, what a tongue, so long!" She believed it was Manaconda's tongue licking her nipples and it felt so good. Eden lost it. She started cumming screaming, "Oh! I'm cumming! Oh yes, that feels so wonderful, oooh yes!" Eden kept her eyes closed waiting for her orgasm to subside. Manaconda smiled knowing that for the first time today the actress had really let loose. He also liked the fact that Eden was a real screamer when she climaxed. 

Her young mind was confused, thinking back to all that happened to her today. 

Manaconda mounted the bitch. He liked her but in his culture the male was always dominant. He reached down and spread her white cheeks. He inserted his black cock into her pussy. While her pussy may have been wet it was still a tight fit. He fucked her hard, pounding her pussy. Eden didn't like the man anymore. He was holding her face down with his hands while he banged her pussy which was sore again from the large invasion of the man's large black cock.

Eden was once again in pain. The anaconda size cock was pounding her really hard like an animal. He was holding her face down with his hands. Her breasts hurt from being pinned down on the mat. Her nipples really hurt now because they were rubbing against the hard surface and it hurt a lot. The actress now knew this was not going to be her life. Manaconda was treating her like an animal, a possession. She knew this was over.

Manaconda did not realize the discomfort his hard fucking was doing to the brunette. The man, the myth, he was just doing what he thought was supposed to be done to women. The man was dominant in his world and culture. He let go of her face and started to hold the white cheeks of her ass while he fucked her white pussy. Manaconda lost control and he started to fuck her really hard while holding her soft white ass in his black hands. He heard her moans but he thought it was from the pleasure, not the pain he was giving her.

Manaconda kept on fucking her. Eden lost track of time. She just wanted the night to end. Finally Manaconda was about to cum. He removed his cock from Eden's white pussy. He turned her over and brought her face up to his cock and he tried to put it in her mouth. Eden tried to go along with him. She opened her mouth but he started to cum all over her, spurting a fountain of cum in her mouth and all over the brunette's face. She was coated in cum. She drank some of his cum but most of it landed on her cute face and on her tits. What a mess! 

Eden had cum all over her face and more cum was dripping out of her mouth. Her short brown hair was coated in cum. There was even cum on her tits, she was a total mess. Her nipples hurt from the friction of being rubbed against the mat. Her white boobs were red. Eden looked worse than before. Manaconda noticed her body was all red and he thought maybe he got carried away with the fucking of the hot white star. Eden smiled at him and he thought that signaled pleasure.

He let her go to the bathroom to clean up. Eden waited awhile before coming out of the bathroom. When she came out she noticed Manaconda had fallen asleep. 

She started to leave again but the dogs kept following her. She smiled. "Okay boys, you can go with me." Eden left Manaconda's place with her new loyal friends in tow. Some dog food, water, a romp outdoors and a little love, that's all they asked of her. They were less demanding than any boyfriend she ever had.

The next day Eden quit her job and left New York for L A, taking her new loyal dogs with her. Maddie met her at the airport in New York and they traveled together, but the dogs had to travel in cages in the cargo bay. Maddie had accepted Eden's invitation by phone to become her new personal maid. The pay was not great but the black woman was now where she had always yearned to be, with her beloved Bianca.

THE END!