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By: needteachin



The party was at 7:30 and it was 7:00 now!! My clothes were still drying and my hair was still wet. I wasn't going to be on time, but at least I didn't have far to go. The party was at my friends' apartment five doors down from me. I had been to their place many times, and really enjoyed their company. 

Sue and Paul had recently moved here to San Francisco from Honduras, forced to leave due to the political unrest in the country at the time. I found them to be a fascinating and very attractive couple. We met at our apartment pool and immediately struck up a friendship. I knew they had an alternative lifestyle and that just added to my fascination with them, so it didn't bother me a bit to go to their place or have them over to mine, even though I didn't share in their lifestyle choices.

They never thought anything of it to walk around their place stark naked in front of me, either of them, and though a bit uneasy at first, it really didn't bother me after a short time. I really loved that they felt so free around me. The hardest part was trying not to stare at Paul's huge cock! It was really big, even flaccid, so it took effort to learn to avert my eyes. 

When they invited me to their party, I wasn't at all surprised to find out that other people with the same sense of freedom would be there. I didn't mind as long as they didn't expect me to get naked. But the whole concept of going to a gathering of naked bodies really did intrigue me. I was excited to see how they could just all mill around each other and not get completely horny. I figured I'd get horny for sure, but I'd had no real idea of just how horny!

At about 7:40 I rang the bell at their door. Sue answered in a pink leather bustier that gracefully hugged her generous breasts. She greeted me pulling me into the apartment and she was especially friendly, hugging me closely and kissing me quickly on the lips, as if we were the youngest and dearest of sisters. I felt her wonderful breasts flatten against mine as we hugged. As she pulled back from me, I could see them clearly through the thin molding of leather. I looked at her beautiful body admiringly and then realized I was staring.

"Oh Sue I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to stare, but you do look beautiful tonight!" I stammered as I tried to explain, but she clutched my arm and drawing near me giggled.

"O, Leslie, you're so adorable when you're flustered! It's one of your cutest assets." And with that, she squeezed my ass and pulled me into the den off the main room. "Please don't be offended or put off, but Paul wants you to wear this for the party if you think you can?!" 

I was flabbergasted! It was an ensemble consisting of a black leather bustier with garter straps, black thong, black "fuck me" heels, and black stockings! But what caught my eye faster than any of it was the collar!! Black leather with silver studs all around it and a shiny silver ring. I was so shocked I couldn't speak! But Sue was so convincing and persuasive I finally agreed to wear it. Once dressed, Sue came back in after me and gasped with a wicked grin!

"Please come meet our guests," she spoke with a whispered and excited voice. As I entered the room, I was shocked and embarrassed to see all the couples dressed normally. My face flushed, as well as the rest of me, but I could see the approving nods and glances from all of them, so it helped ease my nerves somewhat. As Sue made the introductions around the room, it gave me a chance to check out all the men and women. They were all gorgeous! Was this a modeling agency reunion? 

I was delighted at first, but then self-doubt started creeping in and I began feeling rather inadequate in the looks department. I knew I had a killer body, nice firm full ass, thighs that were a bit large but toned, a small flat soft belly, and large ripe tits with small pink nipples. But I didn't consider myself a beautiful woman, certainly not in their league. 

Facially, I was rather plain I think, but I stood in the face of beauty like I'd not seen in person before. The men and women both were very attractive, and as the evening progressed, I found out they were quite personable, too. I enjoyed the many conversations I had, flitting around the rooms, joining and feeling welcomed into all sorts of conversations. I took mingling to a higher plane that night and was feeling quite pleased with myself.Then something happened that changed the whole evening.

Paul came over and in one fell swoop, leaned his lips down to my neck and clasped a leash to my collar!! I was shocked and somewhat confused! "I've wanted to see you like this for months now, Leslie. You are mine tonight, and if you'll grant me this, I'll make you the happiest woman alive!" I didn't know what to say, but he was so mesmerizing and strong, dominant and powerful, I just melted in his arms. He kissed me deeply and then told me to follow his every direction. 

First, I was to continue to mix and mingle with his guests, getting to know them intimately, and in turn, let them get to know me. But all the while I did, I'd be wearing this leash, and it would be handled by whomever I was talking with. I was to be passed around the party like a tray of hors deuvers, and was instructed to obey every order given by whomever was holding the leash.

I continued visiting with a couple from Scotland, George and Anne, and as we talked, George started fondling my breasts! Right between the gouging of gas prices and rising costs of hot tubs, without missing a beat he began to knead and massage my breasts, his eyes never leaving mine. I looked over at Anne and her eyes were closed, and a slight smile was tempting the corners of her mouth as she crept her hand inside her pants. She opened her eyes and turned to George, licking wide along his neck and up to his ear. His conversation trailed slightly as he bent his head into her tonguing. She whispered something to him, and with that, he told me to kneel.

I wasn't sure what to do, but I wanted to please Paul, so I knelt at his feet and he moved over a bit, guiding Trish in front of me. He was still kneading my tits as Anne pulled her mouth around to meet his. I could see her tongue entering his mouth as they kissed deeply. While they kissed, she took her pants down to the hips, and George directed me to begging licking her pussy! 

I was shocked yet again!! I'd never had any kind of sexual relations with a woman before and wasn't sure I really wanted to. But again, I wanted to please, and I glanced over to Paul, searching for a look of approval or encouragement from him. He sternly nodded his head, as if to say, "You'd better, bitch!" and so I began licking her labia. I could feel George handing the leash to Anne and soon, she was gasping and moaning, pulling the leash tightly to her cunt, and forcing my lips tightly to her nether lips.

I'd never done this and wasn't sure exactly what I was doing at first, but then I started really getting into it, realizing how all I had to do was what I'd have liked done to me. After a brief moment, George reached out for my hand and pulled it into his crotch. His other hand was still planted firmly massaging my tit and his mouth still entwined with Anne's. He brought my hand to rest on his swelling cock, pushing my palm down over it and running it along his length. I was stunned, but nearly fainted when Anne covered my hand with hers and rubbed his cock through me!

I was really getting so horny, I didn't care, hell I even liked it! Anne started breathing harder and George responded by using his now freed hand to play with her. He immediately started fingering her ass, stroking her slowly and circling his fingers around it methodically. I was mesmerized! Watching them like this, I was at first nervous and uncomfortable, but I started really getting into the swing and was getting wet as hell! 

Anne was moaning softly now and George ran with it, using both hands to pull her breasts out away from her body through her shirt. Then he pulled her peasant blouse down baring her luscious firm breasts and as he bent to lick and suck her nipples, his hands started working at his button and zipper! Her hand on mine rubbed him faster and faster, then stopped suddenly as we helped to get his pants undone. I looked at her amazed that she would want me to bare her own lover's cock! She lifted her head to me quickly as if to say "Go ahead, it's alright", and then at her urging I pulled them right down to his ankles. His cock looked even bigger than it felt! My eyes must've been big as saucers, because Anne looked at me and giggled "Go ahead Baby, suck that hard cock." With that, she handed him the leash. 

By this time the other couple had gathered 'round to watch the spectacle unfold. I initially felt very uncomfortable with all this. Sue sensed it and came to me smiling, knelt in front of me and took George's cock in her mouth. I was relieved and yet slightly disappointed, but I watched with fascination as these three people pleasured each other so sexily. Breaking my transfixed stare was the other couple standing slightly behind George and Anne. David and Katy or "Cat" as she preferred were very interesting people. 

He was a pilot and she a flight attendant and they'd both been everywhere. Early on in the evening, David let me in on the fact that they got frequent flyer miles from the revered Mile High Club. I knew it was a joke, but I guessed he was quite serious in his inference. Now they were entangled in each others' arms, lips locked, and hands busy unbuttoning and unzipping. They groped and rubbed and panted until they were standing quite naked.

Just about this time, George stood and pulled Cat from David's grasp and began kissing her as Anne took George's cock from Sue, handing over the leash and greedily started sucking his thick member. Sue stood and pulled me to her, looking me in the eyes lovingly, stroking my cheek, moving my hair. Then she moved her lips closer to mine and she kissed me full on the lips! As she did, I found liked her taste and feel. With one hand behind my head, she started loosening her bustier with the other and then let it drop. She pulled my hand to her breast and looked at me as she rolled the nipple into my palm. I couldn't believe all that was happening, but it was getting me so hot, I didn't care anymore, so I leaned my mouth toward hers and kissed her deeply, parting her lips with my tongue, probing the hot moistness of her mouth. 

My hands took over, instinctively rolling her nipples and massaging her tits. Her hands went to my bustier and peeled the cups down off my tits. When she pulled them down, my tits popped free, jiggling as they fell out of the leather and lace. Paul, who'd been watching and wanking, came over and took the leash, continuing the kiss Sue had started. He was already hard, and as I said, was a very generously endowed man even soft, so hard, he was quite large.

After a few seconds, he broke the kiss abruptly and forced the leash, and me in turn, down to the floor on my knees and elbows. He directed Sue to get her pussy in my face, as he walked around behind me and yanked the thong right off me, tearing it easily. He dropped to his knees and pushed his fingers roughly into my cunt, stirring my juices and causing more to flow. I groaned but was cut off from it by Sue's cunt, as she shoved it into my face immediately. I licked and slurped her pussy and clit like there was no tomorrow, egged on further by her moans and gasps.

Paul moved his probing fingers from my cunt to my ass, and penetrated me without warning or prepping, but I was so hot by this time, I was ready for just about anything, or so I thought! He finger fucked my ass for just a minute, then pulled out, replacing his finger immediately with his huge cock head! I screamed as he entered my virgin ass, but was quickly muffled again by Sue's cunt, and within a few seconds, Paul was slamming his thick cock deep into my ass! I wriggled and writhed as the searing pain enveloped me, but his assault was relentless.

Very quickly, however, I started really enjoying this new type of invasion and started thrusting back to meet him. I was so close and he must've sensed it, because he reached under me and grabbed my clit as he pummeled my ass, pinching and rubbing it fast and furiously, till within seconds, I was convulsing and spasming all over my body!

At that, he let out a series of loud moans and I felt his cock throb and twitch in my ass, knowing he was jetting his cum deep in my bowels. He pulled the leash tight, yanking me off Sue's pussy and pulled me back to him, kissing me roughly. He held me like this for several seconds, then pushed me forward and called David over, telling me to fuck him good and hard, calling me a bitch and an ass cunt. David was there in a flash, and Paul handed him the leash, telling him to "fuck the whore hard and long." David sat on the floor in front of me and guided my hips over into his lap and onto his hard cock. I was facing away from him, on my knees, fucking him in my cunt for all I was worth. As I bounced up and down onto his cock, my tits bounced with me, and he reached around me grabbing both tits and used them somewhat like handles to guide me off and on his pole. It was a bit painful, certainly rough, but was so erotic it didn't matter! I was getting the fucking of a lifetime tonight, and wasn't about to complain about anything at all!

David guided me up and down his shaft with skill and expertise, knowing just how hard and how fast I would like it, or maybe it was just to his liking and I just happened to like it as well. In any case, it was wonderful, this rough type of sex. He smacked my ass several times while he pummeled me onto his cock and even slapped my tits from behind when he'd let go and I would lose the rhythm somewhat! 

Then he called George over and told him to fuck my mouth while riding him! I was absolutely shocked! This kept getting better and kinkier with every passing moment! George walked to me and grabbing my hair tightly with both hands told me to open up my fucking mouth. I obliged and without any other warning, he slammed his cock right into the back of my mouth! "Relax that fucking throat, I'm going to fuck it deep," he snarled as he pushed and pulled my head on and off his shaft. I tried but couldn't accept it all, but he pummeled my mouth anyway. 

David lay back as I continued to ride him and called Sue over to sit on his face. She obeyed immediately and began grinding her pussy onto his mouth. She was facing my back, and reached around me grabbing my tits and rolling my nipples between her fingers. She massaged them as she rotated her cunt onto his face. 

George was slamming my throat and I was relaxing it, taking it all now! He was fucking my throat relentlessly, pulling me by the hair, roughly, sharply on and off his thick dick. I gagged numerous times, but I still got it all down my throat. His balls slapped my chin and I reached up and started squeezing them with one hand, while I fingered his ass with the other. I could feel his balls tighten and his breathing got more rapid, as did his thrusts. Within seconds, he was spurting his cum in my throat, choking and gagging me!

David's cock was getting even bigger in me, I could feel him getting ready, and I reached down and started rubbing my clit furiously. I alternated with squeezing his balls and soon we were both moaning and spasming, cum leaking out of me all around his cock and balls.

Paul, having watched George fuck my mouth took a special interest in my cock sucking abilities and moved in font of me quickly. He grabbed the leash from David and was yanking it, pulling my mouth roughly onto his huge swollen cock. He grabbed the hair on both sides of my head and started forcing his cock down my throat till my face was buried in his pubic hair. He held me there, telling me to "gag, bitch" and when I did, he began mercilessly pumping his cock in and out of my throat, slamming my face into his belly with every thrust. 

At this point, Cat slid up underneath me and started to lick and suck the cum right out of me! I was going ballistic! I ground my pussy into her face as I sucked Paul for all I was worth. I could see out of the corner of my eye, George was on the floor, finger fucking Sue's cunt as she sucked his balls into her mouth. Anne was next to them, rubbing her hands all over David's semi-flaccid cock. David was busy eating her cunt, so we were all very busy! 

This all continued on into the wee hours of the morning, and by 7:00 am, we were all exhausted! Sue busily offered everyone blankets and pillows and we all slept where we were, with whomever we ended up. I slept in Paul's arms, having made him cum at least 5 times that night! When we started rousing about noon, we slowly kissed and wearily lounged a while, taking turns in the kitchen with different jobs making a buffet breakfast for everyone, and then as they woke and ate, Paul and I entertained them yet again, fucking wildly in the living room floor.

Everyone was very pleased with our performance and cheered us on, shouting "fuck her, Paul" and "that's it, Leslie". As he neared his orgasm, Paul pulled out of my spasming cunt and sprayed his cum all over my tits, face, and belly. The guests cheered and applauded and congratulated us both. That was a night I'll never forget and they even let me keep the collar as a reminder of the whole nights events. WOW!! What! a reminder!

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Chapter 1

Cyrus woke with a groan as he felt a tongue running along his morning erection. "Mmm..." He bit his lip still unable to open his eyes yet.

He woke up like this every morning since he joined Bio-Heath-Labs Incorporated. In his position, he may have been just an average worker who helped process chemicals, but they treated him, and all the other employees with a special entry package that included a used slave, and a nice bonus. 

Cyrus looked down after a bit to see the ebony skinned slave lapping at his cock. She may not have been the absolute best cock sucker, but she wasn't the worst ever. She took him into her mouth and sucked on him. A blowjob was a blowjob as far as he was concerned. "Oh... good girl..." He groaned as he sat up a bit to watch Trinity continue.

He glanced out his window, the rust coloured sky still loomed over the world; the apocalyptic events of several decades ago still hadn't faded away entirely. Looking through his window he spotted his gorgeous neighbour, Jeta Ferris. Her hip length blonde hair was being brushed in front of her mirror. She didn't look into his window, but he made a point of staring into hers. 

Cyrus wanted her so badly. Her breasts weren't the biggest, but they were beautifully shaped, and that ass, it was nice and round. She teased him when she wore her panties that showed just the bottoms of her ass cheeks. The blowjob he was getting seemed to get better as he watched the blonde. 

The Ferris family wasn't exactly rich, but they made a decent living. Her father worked in the manual labour slave industry selling homeless men and women to factory employers and such. Jeta's mother, Annabelle was her father's slave. She acted as a wife. Jeta was his prize, and he paid her freedom taxes every year to ensure she could never be sold to anyone. 

Cyrus watched her paint her lips a pale purple colour after she had made her eyes dark and smoky. She was a fantasy for him and nothing more. How he wished he could get her out of those black t-shirts and jeans and into tight green lingerie. Green was his favourite colour. His best friend Simon, however, he liked red. It left their house looking much like a Christmas display sometimes.

Simon came to his open door and peaked in. "You still getting sucked off? We've gotta be at work in half an hour." He tied his tie as he spoke.

Cyrus grumbled. "I'll be down shortly..." He looked down at Trinity, "Alright, make me come." 

Simon left the room as Trinity blew him harder, finally making him climax. "Oh God yes!" He moaned clenching his sheets.

Trinity swallowed and looked up at him. She wore pale grey panties and that was all. "Breakfast is on the table master." 

"Thank you." He smiled and got dressed before heading to the kitchen table where Simon was sitting reading the paper. Simons midnight black hair matched his dark rimmed glasses. "Did you get woke up by Trinity this morning too?"

"Yep." Simon said casually.

"Do you even like slaves, Simon?" Cyrus asked eating a piece of peanut butter toast.

"I do, but I prefer them a little feisty. For the things I like to do, I want someone who won't just give into me until I've broken her." Simon explained casually.

"You're one of those tough masters I see. A sadist." Cyrus said starting on his eggs. 

"Well, when you've been bullied as much I have in your life you just want to torment someone else just as badly." Simon took a drink of his coffee.

"Some of us just drink, but no... not you." Cyrus chuckled.

"Thank God I'm over twenty one now, or that wouldn't be a second option." Simon smirked a bit.

Cyrus finished his food. "Alright lets head to work." 

Simon got up and headed out with him entrusting Trinity to watch the house and clean up as per usual. Jeta was outside checking the mailbox when they stepped outside. Cyrus smiled at her, "Hey Jeta."

Jeta looked up and smiled a little, "Oh, hey Cyrus. Going to work?" She asked, her lips glistening with gloss.

"Yeah. Staying home?" He tried not to stare.

"Yeah." She laughed a little. "Have a good day." Jeta walked back in.

"That was absolutely sad." Simon smirked as Cyrus got into the black car.

"Shut it..." Cyrus was a bit pink.

"Too bad she'll never go on sale... all you'll be is a pathetic flirt with no shot at that." Simon drove.

"Yeah whatever... I like her ok? She's nice." Cyrus shrugged.

"Yeah, she's nice, and a cockteaser." Simon drove to the Bio-Health-Lab and parked in the underground parking lot in his designated area. 

"She doesn't mean to be!" Cyrus defended.

"Sure, but unfortunately, you've been cock teased hundreds of times in the two years we've lived in the town house next to their town house. It's a pain in the ass I'm sure." Simon commented turning the car off.

The two guys got out of the car, and headed inside the elevator. They used their employee cards to activate the buttons. "So, how's sector five?" Cyrus asked.

"Shitty. My Supervisor's a cunt." Simon stated.

"Really? Sector eleven is nice." Cyrus was a bit surprised, "What do you mean she's a cunt?"

As the doors opened Simon spotted his supervisor immediately, a slender raven haired woman with large breasts and a nice round ass. She wore tight black clothing and looked over at them, "Manson, I've got a fucking bone to pick with you." She glared.

"Oh..." Cyrus sighed getting his point.

"What is it now, Wolf?" Simon stared down at her.

"You didn't fill out your report on the Heinz project. We need that for referencing, and you know this." She had red lips, luscious like a cherry. 

"I wrote it this weekend, it'll be on your desk as soon as you stop barking at me." He leered.

"Is that a play on my last name? Because with a last name like Mason, you REALLY shouldn't be talking." She sneered.

He scoffed, "Of course not, I was referring to 'barking' as in 'the bitch continues to bark'."

She pointed a red painted finger at him, "You want to keep this up Manson, because I can make this job a whole Hell of a lot harder for you!"

Simon shook his head, "Believe me I'm done." He started walking to his office, and Cyrus followed.

"Wow... she really is a cunt..." Cyrus commented as they walked.

"If that bitch ever stops paying her freedom taxes I'll be first in line to buy her. Faith Wolf would be my own personal whore..." Simon commented.

"So THAT'S the type of woman you go for." Cyrus joked earning a look of annoyance. "Ok, ok, I'll see you after work." Cyrus headed off to his office to get some of his work finally accomplished. 

The work day had gone pretty fast, and luckily for Cyrus. Before long he was meeting up with Simon again in the parking lot. "Man, I heard that song on the radio, you know the one that they played when we walked up the aisle at grad?" Cyrus asked.

"Yes, I hate that song." Simon responded.

"Well I do too, but it got me to thinking..." Cyrus said as Simon unlocked the car doors.

"Did it now? That can be dangerous." Simon smirked a bit.

"Yeah, yeah... anyway... it made me realise it wasn't too long ago when we graduated. Life is going by pretty fast isn't it?" Cyrus asked.

"Yes, yes it is. What is your point?" Simon raised a brow as he started the car up.

"Well... we should really do more things, maybe save up and go to a high end slave auction. Hell, I bet we could get ourselves some really talented slave girls." Cyrus pointed out.

"Yeah, you do have a good point... slaves are all the rage, and we've just got a second hand slave courtesy of our job... although I made the smarter move and took the package for just more cash instead of a slave." Simon pointed out as they drove.

"What did you do with the money for that?" Cyrus asked curiously.

"Well, I ended up just saving it. It's enough to get a slave though... why? You think we should go out and use it somewhere?" Simon asked.

"Well, that might be a good idea." Cyrus raised a brow.

"We won't get anything high end with it though." Simon pointed out.

"Well, that's true. Maybe we'll wait on it." Cyrus sighed as they pulled up to their house. 

Their was caution tape around the outside of the Ferris house, and a few police cruisers parked outside. Cyrus got out of the car and walked over to the caution tape with Simon. "What the hell happened here?" Simon asked him.

"I don't know... I hope no one was killed." Cyrus looked around.

A police man with dark hair approached them, "Clear out, there's nothing to see here." 

"Sir, these are my neighbours. Are they ok?" Cyrus asked curiously.

"The slave stabbed her master just after noon today, and she took his daughter and ran." The officer told them fixing his hat.

"Oh my God! Is Mr. Ferris going to be ok?" Cyrus asked concerned.

"He died about an hour ago in the hospital. We're still searching for the slave and the daughter, they can't have gone too far." The officer told them, "If you see them let someone know."

"We will, thank you sir." Simon nodded to him.

The guys headed back inside. "Damn... does this mean I'm never going to see Jeta Ferris again?" Cyrus asked Simon.

"I hope for your case its not." Simon commented pulling off his tie.

Trinity had cleaned the whole place for them. "Trinity? Where are you?" Simon called.

Coming around the corner she bowed to them, "Good day, masters."

"I'm going to watch some TV." Cyrus sighed collapsing onto the couch before turning on the TV.

"Suit yourself." Simon looked to Trinity, "It's been a hard day Trinity, you know what I want." 

Trinity sunk to her knees and undid Simon's pants putting his growing erection into her mouth. He groaned a bit as she sucked him slowly. Cyrus ignored them and watched as a news bulletin aired. 

"Residents of Lyons Park are asked to keep on the look out for two women." Cyrus watched as Jeta and her mother's photo were shown on the television, they radiating smiles betraying the reason they were on display on TV. 

"Look Simon, its her!" Cyrus stared shocked.

Simon looked over. "I see..." 

"Police are warning civilians that Mrs. Agatha Ferris may be armed and dangerous. As for her daughter Jeta, she is quite possibly a hostage in this situation. The police are giving out awards to those who find them first. In other news-" Cyrus shut off the television.

"Man... I wanna go look for her." He sat up.

"What good would that do?" Simon asked as Trinity rubbed his balls gently while she sucked on his shaft.

"If I find her, maybe I can keep her." Cyrus pulled his shoes back on.

Simon rolled his eyes, "Best of luck to you then."

"You aren't coming?" Cyrus asked astonished.

Simon gestured to Trinity, "I'm kind of in the middle of something here."

"Oh fine, I'll call you if I need you." Cyrus headed out and took the car with him. 

He drove around town for quite some time. It was clear they were likely headed north. There were rebel women hiding to the north. Cyrus began to drive in that direction. He stopped the car and pulled over next to the water treatment plant. There was a strong possibility they might have run through there. It had pipelines leading all the way out of town. Still he wasn't going to run into restricted areas on a whim. He continued to drive along the road leading out of town. All he hoped was he didn't get stopped by any rebel groups. 

Cyrus was so transfixed with his thoughts he had to slam on the breaks before he sped past a small bump on the side of the road. He looked to his right to see a blonde mass hugging her knees in the dirt. Cyrus stepped out of the car and walked around it to find his prize sitting in the dirt crying. She sniffled and looked up at him, "Cyrus? What are you doing here?" Her lips pouted beautifully when she cried.

"I heard you were missing... where did your mother go?" Cyrus asked crouching next to her.

"She ran... she went to find the amazons..." Jeta sniffled referring to the rebel women. 

"She just left you here?" Cyrus asked.

Jeta nodded, "I was upset... she kidnapped me after she stabbed daddy..." Jeta leaned up and grabbed Cyrus's hands, "Is daddy ok? have you heard anything?"

Cyrus knew he could get her to comply if he just tip toed around the truth. "I heard he went to the hospital... did you want to go back and see how he's doing?"

"Oh please Cyrus, you don't know how much that would mean to me!" She looked up at him with admiration.

Cyrus smiled and opened the car door for her. "Come on, let's get going."

He was practically giddy. He knew exactly where he was taking her. The police station, which slave registry was right next door. He wouldn't have to buy her if the police felt giving her to him was a decent reward. Cyrus was going to do his best at convincing them. He looked in the rear-view mirror spotting his dark brown sideswipe bangs getting in the way of his moss green orbs.

Jeta leaned on the door and closed her eyes, she was clearly exhausted. Cyrus continued to drive. When he reached the Police station he looked at her. "Come on, let's go get some answers." He walked to the other side of the car to help her out as Jeta rubbed her eyes a bit. "We're there?"

Cyrus quickly pulled her inside the police station, and the moment she realised where they were she screamed and tried to fight him off. "No! Let go of me!" She screamed out flailing her arms.

Some police officers latched onto her dragging her inside. "Good work son. Did you find the mother?" The cop from earlier approached him.

"Nah, I didn't find her mother, but she can give you a full report on where she went to." Cyrus told him.

"Good work. Hopefully her information is useful." The police man nodded to him.

"Look I really want to buy her now that her father isn't around to pay off her freedom taxes. Would that be possible? Maybe at a friendly discount?" Cyrus tried.

The officer looked from Jeta who was being hauled off to Cyrus and smiled, "Yeah, I'll work on getting her discounted for you. Give me your information and I'll see what I can do."

Cyrus filled out a series of forms, even going over to the slave registration office to sign her up with approval pending. He left the information at the police station and waited in one of the chairs. A few hours passed, and assumed Simon might worry about him. He was about to get up from the grey chair when the familiar officer approached him with a smile, "Congratulations, she's released into your custody. All we ask is she gets brought back for further questioning should we need her."

"That's awesome! Of course I'd bring her back for that." Cyrus smiled, "Now I just need to get her collared."

"We've already taken care of that. Her laser etched collar is being applied as we speak. Careful with her neck until she's healed up though." The officer reminded.

Cyrus smiled, "Will do."

"Go on home, we'll drop her off when it's done. It could take a little while." The officer told him.

"Thanks, see you later." Cyrus smiled exiting the building. He drove back home humming to himself, his slave ownership papers in hand. His day couldn't get any better it seemed. 

TBC

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Your skin trembles as I take hold of your left wrist and lift it into the leather cuff attached to the wall by thick chain, and I can feel its feverish heat through the thin barrier of my elbow length pvc gloves. Now your right wrist, and I hear a soft sigh escape your lips, as if in resigned acceptance of your fate. For the final step in preparation, I lift your silken blonde hair from your neck and snap the studded leather collar into place around it, stroking the soft skin of your neck as I let your hair fall back into place. The collar- the symbol of your complete and utter surrender to me. You are mine now, my pet, my plaything, to do with whatever I so wish, to act out my every forbidden fantasy.

I step back to admire my handiwork. There you are before me, facing the wall, arms wide and high in a V above you and held snugly in place by the two leather cuffs, perfectly designed to fit your height. The chains are short, giving limited movement to the wearer, holding them securely in place for whatever punishment their captor feels they deserve. I smile and lick my lips thinking of the fun I'm going to have with you tonight. I can feel myself getting turned on already just by the sight of you displayed so prominently before me, like a piece of exotic artwork exhibited exclusively for my pleasure. You look like an angel in your delicate, lacy cream lingerie set and girly stiletto heels, golden hair cascading down your back in fine waves...although I know for a fact that you are far from angelic in thought and deed. In fact, your impure acts are exactly what has brought on this particular session.

"Now Monique...you are ready for your punishment, aren't you?" I question as I draw one gloved finger down the length of your back, enjoying the contrast of the shiny black pvc with the honey colour of your skin. 

"Yes Mistress!" you quickly respond, your voice fearful, yet with that edge of excitement I know all too well.

"Good...confess to me your sins this week then, and I'll decide the appropriate tools to teach my naughty girl a lesson." Suddenly leaning in towards you, I grasp your chin and turn your head to face me so our eyes are locked together. "Make the story good; mind you...Be sure to tell your Mistress everything." I force my mouth upon yours and slide my tongue inside, noting your urgent response as your tongue frantically swirls about to meet my own. Just as quickly, I pull away, smiling at your breathlessness, your eyes half closed and lips still parted. Your face is the picture of desire. "I bet you're sopping wet for me, aren't you, my pet?" I ask, confirming with a quick run of my hand between your thighs that this is indeed the case. The gloves slip over the dampness that has soaked right through the lace of your g. "Oh my God, you're soaking already, you little slut!" I exclaim in wonder. Your hips are gyrating against me still, craving more of my touch, but I've brought my hand away now, to suck at my gloved fingers and savour the sweet taste of you. "Mmmm...you taste amazing..." I say as I lick at my fingers seductively, looking deep into your azure eyes, which are now dilated with unfulfilled lust.

"So tell me my girl...what am I to punish you for tonight?"

"Oh Mistress...I've been very, very naughty..." You begin, shaking your head in shame as you turn back towards the wall. "I had sex with my boss!"

I lean over to the small table beside us and take from its selection of toys and sexual instruments a short leather whip, very much like a riding crop. "Go on." I command as I begin to very gently flick the end of the whip against your pert bottom.

"Well...it was after the Friday night drinks and all the other staff had left. I had had a few too many wines and Frank offered to give me a lift home, so of course I agreed. I went to get my things from my office and he followed me in and shut the door behind me."

I can predict what is going to happen next, but I can't wait to hear it from your sexy voice all the same. You're slowly and subconsciously undulating your hips as you speak, lost in the recollection of your hot encounter, and the light lashes with my whip are falling in line with your quickening breath. I know you've always had a fantasy of being dominated by your boss, Frank, and it arouses me immensely to hear your account of its fulfilment. "Then what happened?" I ask as I slowly trail the end of the whip, ever so lightly, up the length of your inner thighs towards the mound of your sex.

"He grabbed me towards him and kissed me, Mistress...I couldn't help but kiss him back!"

SMACK! I plant the whip harder on your bottom, causing you to squeal in mingled pain and pleasure at its sharp bite. "Naughty girl...tell me what happened next."

"Ohhh...he kissed me harder and harder until I felt like I was going to faint...I could feel his hard on right through the pants of his suit. He was pushing me backwards towards the desk and tearing at the buttons of my shirt at the same time, he was so rough with me Mistress..." 

"The way you like it." I smack you hard again with the whip to illustrate.

"Ohhh...yes Mistress" you breathe in delight. "He pushed me right onto the edge of the desk and lifted my skirt up over my hips."

"Mmmm...go on." I'm getting so fucking turned on by your rendition of your encounter and your response to my whipping, which is ever increasing in frequency and strength, now leaving bright red marks all over the perfect globes of your arse.

"He pulled my panties aside and just shoved his cock into me, Mistress... I was so wet for him he sank straight in. It felt so good, he was fucking me so hard I came in seconds. But he kept going, pounding into me harder and harder...then he flipped me over onto the desk and took me from behind. I was absolutely powerless to stop him, all I could do was hold still as he fucked faster, harder, slamming me against the desk every time he thrust into me". You're whimpering now as you wriggle under the lashes of my whip, but I show no mercy to your plight. 

"And then?" I'm breathing almost as heavily as you as I whip harder and harder.

"Oh my God, Mistress...ohh...he grabbed my hair and pulled it back and came inside my pussy...I could feel everything, feel his cock twitching inside me as he pumped his cum into me...it felt amazing...I came again, all over his cock as he fucked me over the desk" You manage to utter through laboured breath.

I give your arse one last, hard lash, then drop the whip, deciding you've had enough of that kind of punishment for now. You let out a low moan as I stroke my hands over your now fiery hot, completely reddened bottom. Pulling your legs together, I slowly draw your lace panties down to your knees, noting with satisfaction their soaked state as I do so. From the table, I lift an intricately jewelled ornamental dagger. Your eyes widen in fear as you see it in my grasp, but I don't touch you with it at all. Instead, I use it to cut a long vertical slit right through the gusset of your panties. You look confused for a minute, but as I pull them back up your legs a knowing smile plays upon your lips. The slit is the perfect length of your pussy, and the snug fit of your panties ensures that the sides of it press hard against your outer lips, making your inner folds swell as your blood rushes to the area. I know it will feel incredibly good, and even more sensitive to the lightest touch...which is all the better for what I have planned for you next.

This time, my tool of torturous pleasure is something far more ordinary. I take a long sip of my drink, a frangelico over ice, as I admire your perfect form in its captive state. There's only ice left at the bottom of my glass now...but the ice is exactly what I want. I tip a couple of cubes into my hands and ever so gently run them over your ravaged bottom. You twitch as the freezing ice hits the sensitive spots where my whip has bitten into your skin, but soon begin to move your hips in that sensual rhythm that I know all too well. I begin to slide the ice further downwards, underneath the mounds of your arse cheeks and towards the slit in the centre of your lace panties, where your beautiful pussy is peeping through, begging to be touched. I hear you cry out in shock at the first cold bite of the ice upon your swollen clitoris, then you begin to rub against it and my fingers, pushing down hard upon me. The ice melts in your wet heat almost instantly, but I keep playing, rubbing at your clit harder and harder, then dipping two gloved fingers into the sweet warmth of your pussy. You grind down upon me, desperate for release.

I can hear you getting closer and closer to orgasm...but this is meant to be a punishment. I pull my fingers abruptly from your dripping pussy. "Please, Mistress!" you beg, but I'm not letting you off so easily. I bring my fingers to your mouth.

"Lick them, my slut". You follow my orders immediately and passionately, frantic with unfulfilled desire. The sight of you licking your own juices from my fingers sends a wave of lust through my body, and I can feel my own pussy twitch and throb in response to the sheer erotiscm of it. "Good girl...now let's have some real fun". 

Leaning towards you, I unclasp your wrists from the cuffs on the wall. Your arms drop to your sides and you shudder with relief as the blood flows back into them with a rush. I turn you around to face me and kiss you passionately. You meet me with an even more aggressive response, shoving your tongue into my mouth, sucking and biting at my lips. I can taste your pussy juice on your tongue and it sends me wild with sexual hunger. It's so hard to keep control now, with your tongue flaying my own and your body writhing in unison with mine...but I somehow manage to pull away before I relinquish all my power.

Once again, the table provides the tools I need. I take from it a short leather leash, then another tangled looking leather instrument that at first garners a look of confusion from you. As I slip it over my hips, however, its purpose becomes clear and you giggle with excitement. It's a harness, designed to hold a dildo inside at perfect hip height. And I have the perfect device for the job. Shiny black and huge, thick, yet curved perfectly to fit, with two ends joined in the middle, so that the wearer can simultaneously fuck and be fucked in return, this is one beast of a dildo. I pick it up and stroke it lovingly while looking deep into your eyes, reading the message reflected within them. Both of us know that from this point on, the descent into depraved pleasure is inevitable. 

Clipping the leash to your collar, I tug at it lightly and lead you towards the bed in the middle of the room. You come willingly, enjoying the feelings of submission that being on the lead evoke within you. As we reach the edge of the bed, I push you down to your knees before me. I lie back on the edge of the bed with legs splayed before you, my bald pussy exposed to you between the edges of the leather harness. I pass the dildo to you wordlessly, but you guess my intention without needing to be instructed. You take it by one end, lift the harness so that it fits around the middle, and slowly slide the other end inside me, looking into my eyes the entire time. I can't help but moan in pleasure as I feel the shaft of the huge, thick dildo stretching me open, filling me with the sensations that I have so craved. Pushing hard against you, I gasp as the entire length of my half of the giant fake cock sinks into me.

"Oh Mistress..." I hear your sharp intake of breath at the sight of it. The other end of the dildo is now jutting out prominently at a 45 degree angle to my body, curved upwards...exactly like a huge male cock. 

"You know what to do". I manage to command.

You don't disappoint me. Leaning forward, you begin to lick at the head of the colossal dildo, flicking your tongue around the edges, then dipping your head further forwards and sucking in earnest, taking an impressive length of the shaft down your throat. As you bob your head up and down, it pushes my end of the toy deeper and deeper inside my pussy. It feels so amazing, I could almost let go and give into the intense need to cum that has plagued me for the whole time I've been around you...but I have to hold back. "Enough" I order you as I pull your head up with the leash. Your eyes are glittering with lascivious pleasure. 

Somehow, on shaking legs, I manage to stand before you, pulling you up to my level with the leash as I do so. I kiss your soft lips one more time, almost chastely, lightly flicking your tongue with my own, then pull away and push you roughly facedown onto the bed. Forcing your legs open with one hand, I pull you back towards me with the leash, so that you are once more wide open and exposed to me, ass up, face down on the pillows. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, straining against the slit sides of your panties, and I can see the rosebud of your gorgeous little arsehole at the very top of the slit. I take a deep breath as I shuffle forward towards you, holding the edge of the dildo like a cock in my hand, leash still held in the other.

"Mistress...please!" you beg me, wriggling your hips back and forth, teasing me with the sight of you. 

"Please what?" 

"Please, fuck me Mistress! Fuck me with that huge strap on cock, please, I need it now!"

Much as I enjoy tormenting you with the denial of your pleasure, I can't wait for this moment any longer either. I edge forwards and position the very tip of the dildo at the entrance to your pussy, rub its head it ever so gently down and over your clitoris, then back up between those beautiful, slippery, swollen lips. You push backwards onto me and the head slips inside you, then I can't hold back any longer and I sink the entire length of the dildo into your pussy with one savage thrust. At the same time, the pressure forces the other end of the dildo deeper inside me, and we both moan in pleasure. I begin pull the end of the shaft out and sink it back into you, as you meet me with a rhythm of your own, pushing your hips back against me as I fuck the dildo into you and force it deeper into me with each thrust. Deeper, harder, faster, more, and our breathing gets heavier, ragged with violent, vicious lust, as I pump the dildo rapidly in and out. I can't help but pull at the leash to help steady my thrusts, and it pulls you backwards, sinks it even further inside. You're choking and gasping as I pull your neck backwards with the leash, but bucking against me even more fiercely, grinding your hips against me at a frenetic, frenzied pace. Suddenly, with one slamming thrust, I feel the entire room revolve around me as I feel the tension of the entire afternoon break into an earth shattering orgasm. On some subconscious level, I know that you are experiencing the same feelings as I am, and I drop the leash and grab your hips as we fuck wildly through the waves of it, moaning, shuddering, even screaming in unrestrained pleasure. It's the most intense feeling I've ever encountered in my life and it feels as if it takes forever to come down. Eventually though, the extremity of our simultaneous thrusting and pumping subsides, and I slowly pull back and release you from our tryst, falling back onto the bed in a state of delirious exhaustion. Unclipping the harness from my hips, I slide the dildo out with a final shudder of pleasure and turn to face you. You've flopped down onto the bed in the same spent condition as me. I turn your chin up towards mine, smiling at you as I unhook the collar from your neck, symbolically freeing you from your submissive role. "I love you." I whisper as I throw the collar to the floor beside us, and you lean in to kiss me, pulling me so close I can feel your heartbeat.

"I love you too babe." you whisper back.

Now it's just Monique and Tanya again. 



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Your emailed instructions were clear. "Meet me at our usual place at 2pm today. Wear My collar. Your attire should be chosen to please no one except me." 

I knew what that meant. Skirt, blouse, hose or thigh highs, nothing else.. except for Your collar. Wearing it in public still made me feel like everyone was noticing it, staring at it and wondering if I was crazy, kinky, or both. The truth was that even though its noticeable, few probably even noticed it or knew it's purpose. But I did, and that's the only thing that mattered. When I wore it, I was Yours. No questions, no reservations. 

At 1:30 pm, I finished dressing, closed Your collar around my neck, and made the drive to meet you. I arrived at 1:45. A bit early, but I knew better than to be late. Being late meant incurring your wrath, and that is something I wanted to avoid at all costs. Not because it meant real punishment.. that isn't your style. Even though I referred to it as wrath.. it involved nothing more dangerous than significantly more teasing and prolonged satisfaction of my needs. My needs, as well as my need to please you. The thought of any unnecessary extension of the normally delayed pleasure you provided me with was unbearable. I had never met anyone else who could protract my need so effectively, much to my delight and dread.

I locked my car and walked to the lobby of the hotel. You had stayed the previous night. The second part of your instructions made my heart pound as I entered and approached the front desk. "When you arrive, tell the desk clerk that you have come to please your Master. He will call me and I will come down to get you." The stunning 30-something behind the desk smiled and said hello in greeting before noticing Your collar and giving me a knowing look. His smile and sly tone revealed his knowledge of my purpose here. "May I help you, Miss?"

My mouth went dry and I tried in vain to steady my voice as I barely whispered "I have come to please my Master." 

His smile expanded wickedly and he said, "Excuse me? I couldn't hear you. How may I help you?" 

My eyes implored him not to make me repeat myself, but he simply stood there, waiting for my response. Well, I thought, I already said it once...taking a deep breath and willing my voice to project a bit more, again, I said "I have come to please my Master."

The middle aged couple checking in beside me with another clerk shot me a series of very puzzled looks as my clerk dialed the phone.

Speaking more loudly than necessary, he said into the phone, "Sir? Yes, this is the front desk. I am calling to inform you that Your slut has arrived."

A pause, and then, "Yes, I'll tell her. You are most welcome."

Hanging up the phone and addressing me now, he said, "He will be down to retrieve you shortly. He asks that you wait on the couch there." pointing to a sitting area nearby.

My entire body shaking now, I thanked him and went to sit and wait. The other couple passed on their way to the elevators, making no secret of their curiosity in me. I simply looked at them and smiled as the elevator door closed in front of them. 

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It is now precisely 1:59PM. The elevator door opens and you step out into the lobby. I begin to stand to greet you... until I notice the leash in your hand. This means that there will be no greeting you as an equal just now. I remain sitting and cast my gaze respectfully downward as you approach. You stop a couple feet in front of the couch. "Present". Your voice makes me shiver and sends a jolt of electricity through my clit. 

In full view of the front desk clerks, I slide off the couch to kneel in front of you, placing my hands behind my neck, head up, eyes down.

You lean down and click the leash to the D-ring at the front of Your collar. "Perfect. Stand"

I stand up, taking the opportunity to quickly look about the lobby. Seems that our little show is an exclusive for the front desk, much to my relief. A full lobby would be much more embarrassing, although more erotic as well. 

You give a slight tug on the leash. "Come."

Making sure I remain a couple steps behind you, I follow you to the elevator and wait for it to arrive. We get on when the door opens and again, it's empty. My calm is short-lived however. When we arrive at your floor, a large team of college athletes boards the elevator as we exit. The leash is hard to miss, and the effect is lost on none of them. As the door closes on them, one of them shouts, "Damn.. you GO BUDDY!!" and the hoots and laughter that follow can be heard even as the elevator descends.

Alone in the hallway now, you stop and command "Heel." When I assume my position on all fours beside you, you drop the leash and say "Down." I extend my arms in front of me, palms down and place my forehead on the carpet. You stroke your hand over my hair and down my back, over my ass and down my thigh. You squat beside me and run your hand over my naked pussy. You explore my ass beneath my skirt before returning to my pussy and pushing two fingers inside me. My need for this attention makes me moan and try to push back onto them more deeply. "Stay" you whisper, and I am still. I cannot be silent, however, as you continue to finger fuck me.. my moans and the sound of your fingers stroking my wet pussy fill the hallway. My trembling body reacts for you like it does for no one else.. everything falls away except for where I feel your touch, your insistent stroking, yes, God, your FUCKING of my cunt here in the hall. Time practically stops as I near orgasm, clenching you with my pussy as you bring me closer.. closer. Yes, Master, please...and now, as I somehow knew you would, you stop and stand again, leaving me whimpering in breathless, quaking protest. 

After a moment, I open my eyes to see you reach down and pick up the leash. "Heel". I drag in a shaky, rasping breath and return to the all fours position. A slight tug on the leash sets me in motion to keep pace beside you as you lead me to the door of your suite. The click of the lock releasing signals the beginning of the next stage of surrender.

You swing the door of the suite open and indicate that I should enter ahead of you, head down and eyes lowered. About half way down the short hallway that opens into the suite, the bare feet of another man meet my gaze. As I approach, they step aside and I continue into the suite, guided by your voice as to where I should go. As I near the center of the living room, I enter a circle of bare feet, seemingly all male, waiting expectantly.

You come to me and remove the leash, leaving your collar in place. Your hands lift my skirt and tuck the hemline into the waistband. "Present" brings me to my knees and I place my hands behind my neck once again. Your hands enter my field of vision, grasping my blouse at the top of the string of buttons and pulling it apart suddenly, dislodged buttons flying in all directions. I gasp excitedly as my sudden exposure to this group of strange men washes over me like a wave. 

"Look at me" is your command, and I immediately bring my eyes to meet yours. You give a signal, and two of the men step forward, offering themselves to me. Knowing that eye contact with you must not be broken until another command is given, I keep my eyes locked on you as I begin to pleasure them. You make sure I can see you at all times, even as one man is replaced with another as they come to me, each in turn. Their cocks wait for my mouth, my hands to please them as I watch you watching me, protecting me even as you share me this way. You are pleased even more when you see my wanton reactions to their other attentions, their hands exploring my body as they wish. 

Now, you tell me "OK" and nod to one of the men I cannot see, as I have been looking at you until now. One of them sits spread legged in front of me, leaning back on his elbows, and pulls my mouth down onto his cock. The man you nodded to positions himself behind me and enters me slowly. Even though I am not looking at you now, I can feel your gaze of approval caressing my skin as he begins to fuck me, slowly at first, then with greater force and abandon until he comes to change places with the man in my mouth, feeding me his cum as his successor begins to stroke me now. This process is repeated in various ways again and again, and each time I feel myself close to another overwhelming orgasm, I ask you for your permission to cum and it's granted until I cannot even form the words to ask anymore. Now, thoroughly used and very near another orgasm, I am brought to the couch where you are sitting. 

Finally kneeling before you, where I have truly longed to be since my arrival, your eyes tell me that it's your turn now. I want to please you so much, I don't even notice that the room has fallen silent now.. no more moans, no comments of lustful encouragement.. just respectful silence as the group now waits to bear witness to my unerring loyalty to your pleasure.

You get up to stand before me. No command is needed. My shaking hands work sensuously, reverently, to release your waiting member from your clothing. As it is revealed to me, I press my face to your groin, nuzzling you and eagerly anticipating your indication that I should begin. I inhale your scent with a contented sigh and murmur "please".

You take your cock in your hand, out of the reach of my mouth and ask "What was that, my pet?"

"Please, Master... please may I suck your cock?" I say, making sure it's audible. I'd much rather begin than repeat myself. 

Slowly, you touch the tip of your cock to my lips, painting the glistening pre-cum there like gloss. The restraint you show impresses me as you slowly slide between my parted lips, my tongue moving over you, not wanting to miss any part of you. 

Your voice tight, you whisper "Play" and I bring my fingers to my pussy, spreading my juices over my clit and rubbing it for you. My moans cover your cock as I continue my fellatio, working my way over your cock and balls exactly as I know you like most. I pause to seek permission to cum, and it's granted as you take my hair and bury yourself in my throat as I orgasm, barely able to remain kneeling as I do. 

When I finish, you gently remove yourself from me and guide me to stand at the end of the couch. Once there, you instruct me to position my hips on the arm and bend over the couch. As I assume this position, I am able to look around the room for the first time. In my passion to please you, I had forgotten that we were not alone. Now, a new thrill electrifies me as I realize that you will take me exactly as you wish while they watch, completing the give and take between you and them.

I feel you enter me suddenly, savagely, making me cry out in surprise and lust at your need. Your hands grip my hips as you stroke into me, pressing me against the couch seemingly harder each time you pull out and slam home again. OMG, it feels so incredible to be claimed this way, and you spare no energy to let them know exactly how much this is costing me in pleasure and my complete submission to you and you alone. Finally unable to wait any longer, you pull yourself from me and position yourself on the couch at my face. Stroking yourself and allowing me to tease and lap at you with my tongue, my creamy reward comes gushing forth, slick and warm, filling my mouth as you moan your release into the room. I swallow. Claimed and completely sated, I climb onto the couch and place my head in your lap. Sleep comes in seconds.



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He had been a good boy. Made me happy, pleased me. So, I felt that it was time for him to get a reward. After months of training and primping, he was ready. Ready to become my submissive and recieve his collar. I don't use names, but you know who you are.

I had gotten ready slowly, methodically. Caressing my skin with your favorite lotion, spritz with your favorite perfume. Although you could never tell me such things, I know. The way you close your eyes and breathe in my scent, the hardness of your cock on my ass as you stand behind me. I know. I left my curly long auburn hair down loose, wet, smelling of my shampoo. Running my hands, through my wet locks smiling, remembering your tentative attempts at rough play. Tugging on my hair mid strand. Instead of near the base of neck. Sighs, there is so much yet to teach you. As I apply my lipgloss, puckering my soft full lips in the mirror, I smile. Tonight will be a good night. I get to give a little of myself, just a taste. 

I went with less is more thinking in dress attire. Pink soft flower petals covered my nipples. The weight of my large breast unhindered by the small round material. I wore the pink silky panties you had given me. Always with the gifts, although this was one I was pleased with. I enjoyed the feel of the material against my body, against my core. I always seemed to be wet, rubbing my legs together. Feeling the increased moisture between my thighs. I chided the response my body was making. This is for his pleasure, calm down I tell myself. Although, if one or two orgasms slip in.. 

Aware of my arousal my fingers stray to my clit. Rubbing it slightly, fingers slipping on and off the nub. One finger sliding in to my silken folds. 

Knowing he was to be there shortly, being rushed, timed, made my pussy engulf in flames. I sat on the bench legs spread wide, one hiked up next to me. My heart started booming in my chest. Air thick, temperature rising. My orgasm started to crest, racking my body with little jolts. As my pussy convulsed, awakening for penetration. Thinking I was to abate my desires, the idea had now backfired and I was hotter than ever. Looking at the clock, hoping you would for once be late. If even for just a moment. Time was running out, as I went in to the bedroom to the toy drawer. Reaching for the handle, the door bell rang. Damn. 

I let a little whimper escape my lips putting my hands to my sides. I could always just continue, make him wait... Reluctantly pushing that thought from my mind, I walked into the living room. My silk panties are soaked with my cum, face flushed, slight red glow to my upper body. Every step taunting me, teasing me. Then at the same time, bringing me closer to the edge. I stand by the door a moment to still my heart, slow my breath. Get a grip, you are the dominant one. You are the one who controls, control yourself. 

Fluffing my hair, fixing a smile on my face. I open the door. The look in his eyes, on his face reminds me what I am wearing. Reminds me of who I am. I laugh a little, "So, come on in my dear."

Amused by his obvious state of unrest. Fumbling with his bags. Not moving, letting him rub against me as he comes inside. I turn to close the door slowly, feeling his gaze run over my backside. As I turned around I already knew where his eyes would be. 

Flustered, he quickly set his gaze back up to my eyes. Having been punished for such brazen displays before, he knows better. Ignoring the small disobedience, I walk up to capture his lips with mine. My tongue running along his lips, silently asking for admittance. As he opens his mouth, I grab the back of his head pulling him down. Crushing his lips. I can taste the sweet mint of your gum, the slight cigarettes lingering. Just as quickly breaking the contact. 

"So, my little bitch, what is going to happen tonight, is rare. It may never happen again, thus you should make wise your choices and words. I have a present for you, though that will be in good time. For now, I am going to ask you. What do you desire above all else to do or have me do to you?"

I looked at him taken aback by my words. Licking his lips, swallowing hard. Leaving him, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a NOS out of the fridge. I brought it to you. Watched you take a drink, swallow. Again. Still not saying a word. Eyes belying what he was thinking, making me wonder. God this is going to be some crazy shit! 

"I would be honored if my Mistress would bathe me, wash my body. As she did once, long before when we first met. Please."

Now I was the one to be slightly taken aback. Out of all the things he could ask for. A shower? 

"Come with me." Trying desperately not to show the care and love I felt at that moment for him. Making sure my voice stayed even and calm. 

I lead him into the bathroom. Walking in front of him, letting my hips sway. Ripping clothes off your body as soon as we hit the bathroom. Grabbing his shirt pulling it over his head. Running my fingers down that hard chest, quickly unbuttoning his pants. 

"Touch me!" I breath into his neck.

Immediately his hands come to life, never being allowed full access before. Caressing my back, chest, buttocks, thighs, hands all over. Your hands quickly started their descent southward. His mouth finds mine as his fingers find my soppen wet lips. Groaning into my mouth as my cum coats his fingers. Pushed back against the wall, his fingers moving faster and faster inside of me, I cry out as my body is racked with an orgasm. Not stopping, continueing to finger fuck me, shirt off as I stand in the bathroom. Back pressed up against the door. The second one came quick and hard.

Pushing him a way from me, "Enough."

A little weak from the powerful orgasms, I got on my knees in front of him. Unzipping the pants, guiding them off his hard thighs and off. His huge cock springs forth hard as a rock. I take it all in my mouth, feeling him shove against the back of my throat. Trying to push in to my air pipe. I gag a bit, sliding his member back out of my mouth. Suctioning on the tip of it and hearing it pop as it comes out. That sound always seems to make me smile. I do this a few more times, then I take my hand and roughly grab your penis. Stroking your rod hard, cupping and closing my hand around your head with every upwards touch. Then I settle on your head, gripping it, swirling my thumb around the head. Thrusting it back in my mouth, I suck him fast and hard. Bouncing off my tonsels, using my throat muscles. I hear moaning getting louder, hands gripped in my hair. 

"No, please not like this. Please no."

"You may cum more than once dear, I will not make this your last". I laughed a little. 

Putting the hard cock in my mouth, I continued my assault. Sliding it in and out of my mouth faster and faster, grabbing his ass with one hand. Burying him into my throat. I grab his balls with my other hand, pulling and squeezing on them as he cums deep in my throat. I keep sucking hard till I have recieved every drop.

Smiling I get up off the floor, taking his hand as I lead us into the shower. Closing the door behind us, I turn around to look at in his eyes. Your brown eyes have turned black in the moments since you have been there. I lick my lips as my eyes rove over your body. 

"Turn around my dear, put your hands on the wall above your head. Close your eyes"

Quickly adhering to my request. He had a smile on his face, as he always did. Always seeming to get this goofy ass grin on his face post cum. I enjoy the view of his body. Strong arms and shoulders, muscles rippling in his back, my fingers trace over the dragon tattoo. I reach up to grab the body wash, my breast lightly brushing up against his back. I hear his voice break with a moan. Just the sounds makes me even wetter, till it is dripping on the shower floor. I start to massage the coconut wash onto his body. My fingers splaying against taut slippery skin. I massage his neck and shoulders, rubbing them and kneading the muscles underneath. I can't see his face, I know how much he likes it. I take my hands lacing them under his arms, touching his abs hands slipping on ridges. I tease at the pelvic area, where the hair should be, inching achingly closer to his member. Eyes close, mouth puckered, my hand closees over him. Thouroghly enjoying my gentle ministrations. I slide in front of him, rubbing and carressing his body. Bubbles everywhere, soap leaving skin foaming. I tell him to step back into the water rinsing off all the soap. 

I am dying for penetration from that gorgeous cock, Backing my ass tightly up against his penis, can feel it trying to work its way in to my tight asshole. I laugh, quickly moving my ass, removing it from my ass crack. I tilt my ass, guiding your hot wet rod into my tiny little hole. My pussy engulfs his dick, wrapping every inch of it in my velvety soft folds. I cry out with first penetration, having a small orgasm with the first stroke. After catching my breath I start to back up in to him, using my thighs to rock my ass up and down on his rock hard manhood. Taking him into me deep never going fast, never going slow. At my own pace, luxuriating in the feel of him inside me. Hands wrapping around my hips. pulling me up against him. His hands snaked around to massage my breast, he bites my neck and shoulders. Softly whispering in spansih in my ear. I don't know what the hell he is saying, but oh my God it's fucking hot. I started to cum, begging him to cum with me. I feel him holding himself back for some reason. I bend down completely, putting my hands on the shower floor. Making him gasp as he slips further inside, deeper inside. 

"Oh my God, fuck."

"That's right bitch, fuck me. Fuck me hard baby, let me feel your cum inside of me."

With what can only be descibed as a roar, he grab my hips slamming in to me. Sticking my ass higher in the air, meeting him stroke for stroke. I cum all over his hard shaft again. Screaming your name out loud as he bites the curve of my back. Shuddering against me, I can feel his cum spew in to me, running down my legs, mixed with my own. I don't move, thighs are burning, but I can not make myself pull him out of me. Leaning up against his chest, I pull his swollen rod out of me. Cum hitting the floor. I turn around lifting my face to his, brushing my lips against his briefly. 

I continue to rinse off the soap and our cum from my body. Stepping out of the shower, eyes following me. I quickly towel my hair dry, toweling the rest of my body. Not bothering with anymore clothes, I walk in to the bedroom. I hear him turn off the shower, the door, shuffling. Minutes after I left the bathroom, joining me in the bedroom. Smiling at his eagerness, I look behind me to where he's standing.

Handing you the lotion, "You mind?"

"Of course not, Mistress."

Taking the bottle in to his hands popping the top, shaking a little out. Rubbing his hands together warming up the lotion, gently rubbing it in to my shoulders. You circle me, coming to stand behind me. Soft breath sending chills up my spine. Following my arms down, massaging the lotion in to my soft skin, coming back to the middle of my shoulders. Starting the slow trek south, not missing an inch, not one little spot. About the time he gets to my upper thighs, I am hot and ready again. A moan escapes my lips. Hoping to hasten him. He continues to ignore my sighs of my impatience. Slowly working down my calves, caressing my feet. Gently lifting one and then the other. On your knees now, looking up at me. Without a word, starting your soft, undeniably sensual assault on my body. I hold my breath as his hands get closer to my heat. Biting my lower lip I push against his hand, urging him forward. Lightly grazing my clit, never fully sliding a whole finger on it. Just as quickly, he is going higher, rubbing my flat stomach, cupping my large tits. Moving higher up to my neck, his magical hands feel unbelievable. I open my eyes, mouth dry, I swallow hard. 

"Now my dear, it is time for your present. Kneel down before me."

I go to my dresser and get the box. I take out the leather band. Burnt with the words "Defeated" in it's soft supple leather. I moved behind him, putting the collar around his neck. Tying all three strings tight to clasp it. I grab the side metal rings on the collar pulling him up, capturing his lips.

"Do you, except me as your one and only Mistress."

"Oh, yes."

"Good. Now come and show me, my little bitch."



Collared



"Are you sure this is what you want, my lovely roommate?"

Emily sat in her shared dorm room, looking down on the naked body of her roommate, Sarah. Both girls, having met during their first week at their new school, instantly fell in love with each other. But Emily had seen in her friend some interesting and thought provoking behaviors, and after a week, decided it was time to see if her friend really had wanted what Emily could offer. Sarah had squealed in delight as Emily ordered her to strip one night, and promptly shed her clothes dropping them all over the room. Emily had then promptly pulled Sarah over her lap and began spanking the messy girl, bringing forth squeaks and squeals and much kicking of legs, as her bottom was colored cherry red by Emily's expert hands, and the well used wooden hairbrush.

From that night on, Sarah was putty in Emily's hands, and Emily wasted no time in getting Sarah outfitted to be the dorm maid. Sarah and Emily spent the weekend after Sarah's spanking going to the local bondage stores, and picking out cuffs, outfits, and other items as Emily directed. When they got back to the dorm, Emily promptly had Sarah change into the new maid's uniform she had forced Sarah to buy, and smiled as Sarah slipped it on. The uniform skirt barely covered Sarah's ass, and the frilly panties were on display any time Sarah moved. Emily also had Sarah keep her hair up in a ponytail, and quickly picked out the clothes Sarah would wear from then on. No more tight jeans, instead it was short skirts and crop tops, the quintessential naughty schoolgirl or prim and proper maid.

Emily also had rearranged the dorm room too. Gone was Sarah's bed, instead there was a large dog cage and a pillow. Dog dishes replaced Sarah's kitchen dishes, and Sarah's diet was changed to promote foods that could be eaten from the bowls. The other girls in the dorm area knew what Emily and Sarah were up to, and often times, they would come by, just to humiliate Sarah, by making her mess something up, and then giggling as Sarah was forced to bend over their laps, and let them spank her.

Emily and Sarah continued their games for a few weeks, but were always careful to make sure their grades were remaining high. Both girls weren't on scholarship, so they had to make sure they didn't do anything to make their play would be interrupted by one of them being forced away from school. 

One night, however, Emily came back to her room, to find a naked, kneeling Sarah, waiting for her, holding up a pillow with something on it. Emily looked down, and saw Sarah was holding up to her a special collar. Sarah had shown it to Emily, as well as some other things, to which Emily had only replied that they seemed interesting. But now, here was Sarah, holding up the collar before her, with her head bowed.

"Are you sure you want this, my sweet Sarah?"

"Yes please, Mistress. I want to show everyone I am loved, and belong to my soul mate. I know you have seen its special features, so I am asking you, Mistress, to please accept me, and to be the one to hold the key."

Emily was stunned, and sat down, only to have Sarah lean her body forward, and place the pillow holding the collar onto her lap, and then exposing her neck to Emily. Emily picked up the metal band, and opened it, examining the smooth steel, and feeling the pin hole. Emily paused, and then slipped the collar around Sarah's smooth neck, and closed the band. Using the special key, Emily slid the pin in place, and turned the key till she heard the CLICK. 

Sarah shuttered as she too heard the CLICK, and her pussy quivered. She had done it, she was now an owned slave. Her excitement had been building since the collar had arrived, and she had planned out the whole night. She knew what wearing a permanent collar would do to her life, and the one she had purchased was special. Now she was wearing it, and it would never come off, unless someone took a hacksaw to it. Sarah buried her face in Emily's lap, and smiled as her head was stroked.

Emily stroked Sarah's hair for a few moments, and then she pulled a box from behind her chair, and slipped it before her slave, and ordered her to open it. Emily watched as Sarah opened the wrappings carefully, and listened to her excited and panicked squeals as she pulled out the bitch suit from the box. Emily smiled as Sarah held up the rubber suit, and then dropped to her hands and knees, as Emily began to tuck her slave into her new life. 

Sarah squirmed as her knees were folded into the legs of the suit, to come to rest on some thick padding. Emily pulled the suit up Sarah's legs, trapping them within the rubber. Emily made sure to connect some electrical pads to Sarah's thighs and calves, making sure the wires were draped along Sarah's ass. Emily then had to force Sarah to bend some, to make sure her elbows made it into the pads in the arm sleeves. More electrical stimulation pads would make sure the muscles didn't atrophy. Emily then pulled the suit up Sarah's body, adjusting Sarah's tits into two specially placed cups, forcing them into a pair of tight holes, making them swell. Sarah felt two more stimulation pads on her nipples, and then she felt the collar around her neck shift as Emily pulled the hood under the collar, making it visible on the outside of the suit. Emily smiled and moved to Sarah's head, kneeling down before her slave.

"Last chance, my pet, before you are reduced to a mere animal. Last chance to talk, or to beg for your release, or for any other words you may wish to speak to your owner."

"Thank you Mistress. Please do with me as you wish."

Emily smiled, and then she pulled the muzzle gag into position on Sarah's head. Emily slipped the ring gag into Sarah's mouth, and buckled it tightly behind her head. Sarah stuck out her tongue playfully, and Emily smiled as she pulled the rubber hood up and over the straps of the ring gag, before beginning to zipper the hood closed. Sarah squirmed as the zipper was pulled up her back and down her head, and she shuttered as they met at her collar. 

Emily took out a small lock, and ran the loop of the lock between the 2 zippers and the metal collar, before snapping the lock closed, trapping Sarah within the rubber bitch suit. Emily picked up a rubber dog mask, and placed it over Sarah's head, wiping out her human identity, and leaving in its place a helpless rubber puppy slave. Emily then went behind her new puppy, and opened the zipper covering her pet's cunt and ass. Emily smiled as she connected the stim pads to a small battery powered, remote controlled unit, and placed the unit just above Sarah's ass. 

Emily next pulled out a surprise, and lubed it up generously before gently but firmly shoving it up Sarah's tight anal hole. Sarah puppy whimpered as her new tail was inserted, but her wiggling now made her tail wag, bringing a giggle from Emily. Emily finished by taking out a remote controlled vibrator, and sticking it up Sarah's cunt, till it rested next to her g-spot. Emily smiled, and zipped closed the crotch zipper, and pressed her remote, sending mixed shocked all over Sarah's body. Sarah responded with interchanging whimpers and yelps as she felt the electric stimulation running over her body.

Emily took her squirming slave puppy, and put her into her kennel. Sarah crawled within the cage, and whimpered as the stimulation to her cunt and nipples drove her wild. Sarah had found her place, trapped and without hope, in the clutches of the woman she loved.



Collared and Owned



Her phone buzzed in her lap as she received a new text message. Her heart jumped into her throat, hoping it was her Master. But she was driving home from a short day at work and was always nervous to text and drive. But if it was Master, she had better reply, or she would get punished. And not in the way that pleased her. He would humiliate her, use her in unenjoyable ways. There were bad consequences for disobeying.

-My house at 4, slut.-

Immediately a smile spread across her face, she blushed with excitement, and her tight pussy began to get wet slightly.

Just from a text, she thought, pleased. 

He was always able to do that. Just the thought of her Master made her wet. His strong hands, the veins standing out up and down his forearms, his thick broad shoulders and tree-trunk thighs. His large dick that could please her in ways nothing and nobody else ever could. Her entire body ached for His touch.

-Yes, Master.- She replied, then quickly stuck her phone between her thighs, snug against her shaved twat. He liked it shaved; she always kept it smooth just for Him. She begged silently for his reply to be quick.

-Good girl.- 

She expected the vibration, but it still startled her. Her hand came off the wheel, the car swerved slightly into the other lane. She wanted His dick against her lower lips, she pined for any part of His hard body to be there. A honk from the car beside her brought her back into the here and now. She grabbed the wheel and quickly straightened out her car.

It was noon, which meant He was texting her on his lunch break. She had plenty of time to get home and get ready for her Master, but she still stepped harder on the accelerator. The 15 minute drive went by in eight. Whenever He gave her a time, she watched the clock like a hawk, counting every minute.

She knew not to disappoint Him. A couple of times it had happened. She was late, or disobeyed, and He would discipline her unmercilessly. She learned her lesson the day she forgot to wear the collar He had gotten her.

It was a thin black leather collar, with a silver Tiffany's heart pendant attached to it. It bore her name, as the puppy and property of her Master. It was a birthday gift He had given her, and she had never felt more happy or proud.

She toyed with the pendant hanging at her throat. The tag and collar meant He owned her. The thought of being His puppy forever made her heart skip beats and made her pussy drip wet. To be His for the rest of her life was all she wanted. The collar made that so. She was His and was to never remove her collar. But on that day, she had forgotten to put it back around her neck after her shower.

They met one Saturday afternoon for lunch at one of her favorite restaurants. He was always good to her; He treated her well, spoiled her with gifts, and showed her everyday how much He loved her in their own ways. Everyday He made her prouder and prouder to be His little slave girl.

She wore the black dress and heels that He had bought for her, with her lips painted a bright red. He had said that He loved how the black and red made her skin look as ivory. He complimented her everyday on her beauty; her pale skin and exquisite curves.

She had already been seated at their reserved table. She always tried to be early, just so she would never be late for Him. When He saw her, He was already wearing a smile.

She smiled back and waved, thrilled to see Him walking towards. But then His smile abruptly disappeared.

That was when she noticed the cool and comfortable feeling of her precious collar was missing. Her hand went straight to her throat in disbelief that she had forgotten to put her collar back on.

He walked to the table, but did not sit. He starred at her angrily. "Stand, slut!" He barked. The restaurant was crowded, and everybody turned to look. Startled and curious eyes watched them. She stood obediently at His command.

"Where is your collar?" His deep voice resonated out of His chest and filled the building. It scared and excited her to have Him yell at her. Eyes from every direction widened and watched intently.

"I forgot to put it back on after my shower. Master, forgive me," her voice cracked and tremble. She was angry at herself, infuriated.

"That collar means you are mine. And here you are, in this crowded restaurant, without your collar. Without MY collar!" She flinched at his words, but knew she deserved the reprimanding. "Do you not want to be my slut-puppy? You must not want to if you 'forgot'," He sneered, "to wear my collar."

Those words stung. She wanted nothing more in life than to be His. "No! Master, please, I do want to be Yours! All Yours! I only want..."

"Did I tell you to speak, whore?" His eyes were fire.

Why did I forget my collar!? She screamed inside her own head. If she spoke one more word without His permission, she would feel the back of His hand land squarely across her mouth.

He starred at her. She lowered her eyes, looking down over her breasts, and studied the floor in moot silence. She could feel and see that her nipples had harden at the angry sound of His deep voice.

"You didn't wear my collar. So should that mean you didn't wear the clothes I bought you?" His voice had quieted slightly. He wasn't yelling, but the steel in His voice made her shiver. Then her eyes widened, as was everyone's, when she released what He had just said.

"Remove my clothes. I bought those for my little slave. And I don't see anybody here with a collar proclaiming them my property. Take them off." People all around gasped in dismay as she began to unlatch her heels. She gingerly handed them to Him, which He took from her hands forcefully.

More gasps, and this time audible words of surprise, as she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her large, white, supple breasts were immediately visible. She stepped out of her dress and handed it over. She stood there, hands at her sides, wearing only the thin red thong she had purchased herself.

"Do you want to be my puppy, bitch?"

"Yes, Master, yes!"

Her skin seemed on fire as she blushed and craved for His attention. Her whole body turning a slight red. She stood naked in a restaurant full of people, being yelled and reprimanded by her Master. It nearly shamed her to realize just how wet her pussy had become.

She loved being yelled at and called horrible names, it turned her on every time. Even now, in front of all these strangers. She wanted to show Him she was truely sorry and wanted to be solely his.

The power He had over her, her obedience to every and all command, excited Him. Having her obey Him, even in such a humiliating way, aroused Him. And He knew how her body reacted when she being ordered about.

His cock grew hard. The bulge of His pants begin to enlarge. "How much do you want to stay my puppy?"

She was nervous and excited. This was her chance to prove she loved Him and never wanted to be without Him. But in front of all these people. She was hesitant and scared. She did not think she would be able to show Him she was sorry and wanted to stay His puppy.

Without a word, He turned to leave. She had hesitated and at that moment, He decided to have nothing to do with her. Her heartbeat quickened, she begin to panic. He couldn't leave her!

In desperation to stay His puppy, she called to Him, "Master, please, don't go. I will show you and everyone here how much I want to stay You puppy "

He turned back around to face her; his face was solid, expressing no emotion. "Then show them, slut." She walked toward him with a purposeful stride, her perfectly rounded tits bouncing and swaying slightly for all to see. She didn't break eye contact with Him as she unzipped His pants and dropped to her knees.

His cock was semi hard already as she freed it from His denim jeans. Jeans that fit Him perfectly; jeans that made His ass look good to her.

More shocked awes became audible as people began filing out of the restaurant. Some disgusted with what was happening, but many stayed seated, fixated on the event.

She starred back into His beautiful blue eyes. His eyes and his hardening dick were what belayed His excitement and anticipation. "If you want to stay my slut, you better fucking finish what you've started. Suck my dick, you filthy mongrel." 

She soaked through her last article of clothing as He growled down at her. She grabbed onto His massive thighs and opened her mouth wide. She pulled Him to her and swallowed His dick as far as she could. It touched the back of her throat, but there was still much left to get down. She pulled her head away to get a breath, then forced His cock back down her throat.

As soon as her chin touched His balls, she felt His strong hand grab the back of her head and hold her there. She held out as long as she could before she started gagging on His dick; choking on Him. Her face turned red because of the strain on her throat, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to convince herself she didn't need to breathe.

Being used by Him made her pussy drip. Her clit swelled as it begged for the attention her mouth was getting. She could feel her juices running down her thighs as she sat there being suffocated by her Master. She wanted so badly to play with her little twat. But He never gave her permission. She dug her nails deeper into His thighs to keep her hands from her aching pussy. 

He withdrew His hard cock from her throat, with long thick strings of her spit connecting them together and hanging from her mouth. "I want to be your slut, Master " she managed to exclaim as she gulped air. She wrapped one slender hand around His thick shaft and began jacking Him off.

He slapped her hand away, "I didn't tell you to give me a handjob, you fucking cunt!" He grabbed her under her chin and the back of her head. He stooped slightly to growl in her face, "I said suck my dick!" He straightened and then thrust His dick back into her warm moist throat. He kept her head in His hands and forcefully fucked her face. She turned red from His grip and the ferocity of His forgiveness. 

Letting her choke on His thick meat meant He forgave her. She had forgotten to were His collar; He had nearly disowned her because of it. But now He was letting her suck on His dick. It was a privilege to have His dick inside of her. She lived for that sole purpose. The only excuse for her existence was to serve her Master and please Him. She reveled at every chance to please Him.

"What do you want, bitch? " He pulled out His dick so she could answer.

"I want Your cum on me! I want to be Your puppy-slut! Use me, Master!"

He began jacking off as He still held her head close. His hand balled into a fist in her hair. She loved watching Him jack off. His big hand stroking His big dick always did something to her. She felt the quiver course through her body. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum. She began to moan and sway her hips. She wanted something in her pussy at that very moment. She could feel herself about to cum. She wanted it badly.

"Master, let me cum! Plea...!" She tried to scream and plead, but He shoved His cock into her throat once more to stifle her cries.

"Keep it wet, slut!" He commanded.

She slobbered on His wonderful dick as she fought back her own climax. She was so close, she was on the edge and about to jump over. Her pussy tingled and tightened. She was fighting it as best she could but was losing. She could feel herself slipping. The only thing in the world at that moment was the sweet taste of His cock in her throat and the overwhelming urge to let herself cum.

His hand tightened in her hair. She saw His whole body tense up. He shouted at her to cum. He got a few more strokes before barking at her, "Open your fucking mouth, bitch!"

His thick hot load jetted into her open mouth and all over her face. It plastered her face, which forced her to close her eyes. She felt the warmth of His cum sprayed across her face and down her throat as she tried to swallow. She could hear Him shouting His pleasure. When He yelled at her to cum, her body released and an orgasm ripped through her. As soon as His dick unloaded on her face, her body convulsed and forced another orgasm to release itself. Her thighs were sticky and wet from her juices, her face thickly covered in His.

Many appalled witnesses proclaimed their disgust at what had just happened in the restaurant. But not surprisingly, there were scattered bouts of applause and cheers.

"Clean me, Puppy," He said sweetly but sternly.

"Yes, my Master," she was ecstatic He had called her His puppy. She was still His puppy! She carefully licked the tip of His still hard dick, before dragging her tongue down His long shaft and the back up. Making sure she cleaned up every drop of cum.

"Good girl. Put it away now."

She was surprised when she heard an audible sigh escape her lips. But she pulled His tight boxer briefs and jeans back up to His waist. The button snapped together quickly, but she took her time pulling up the zipper. She did not want to nick anything with the metal teeth.

He reached into His blazer and pulled out a black leash. Precious stones were embedded sporadically about its length. The metal clasp had LV engraved into it, and the loop of the handle had the company name of Louis Vuitton perfectly stitched about it. He held it in front of her face as she still kneeled before Him.

"This is your new gift. I thought it would go well with your collar. I had hoped to lead you out of here by this leash." He stuffed it back in His pocket; her excitement disappeared with it.

"Stand."

She flew to her feet. His cum had cooled on her face and dripped down her neck onto her breast. Even if she wanted to, she knew not to attempt to wipe it away. She would be told when she could and could not do something. She would wait patiently for His every command.

He looked her up and down. She had a perfect figure and was simply stunning. And with Himself coating her face, she looked even more gorgeous. She was beautiful to begin with, and then He would destroy that beauty, but it always made her look even more ravishing. Pleased with her and Himself, the corner of His lips upturned into a twitch of a smile.

"Come." He turned without waiting for a response and strode towards the double glass doors of the restaurant. She followed Him, naked except for her red thong and His sticky cum, right on His heels and out the door.

(To be continued)



Collared & Owned



I'm a 30 year old man whose lover was murdered by strangers just because he was gay. It will be two years June 1st and I wanted to do something dedicated to his memory. My heart died with him but the memories of our seven years together live on. I still wear his collar. He still owns me.

DDD 




Sam sat back letting his legs fall open, and took a mouthful of his beer. He didn't have to look to know that Dean's eyes were on him. He could feel the heat of his gaze as it caressed every inch of him. He whimpered under the intensity, wanting those hands to chase the heat.

He slipped his fingers under the collar of his shirt, and let his fingers feel the leather, warmed by the heat of his skin. He was Dean's, owned, possessed and completely claimed. A smile spread across his lips. He wouldn't want it any other way. He started, feeling his phone vibrate so close to his aching cock. He reached into his pocket, pulling it out quickly.

"Hello!"

"I know you know that I'm watching you." Dean's voice sent wave after wave of heat through Sam. "What are you thinking about?" Sam smiled so hard, his cheeks hurt. He was grateful that he was looking down, his face hidden.

"You." Sam said, simply. "The night you collared me, and made me yours." Dean growled in Sam's ear. Sam closed his eyes letting his love consume him.

"Tell me." Dean demanded, softly. Sam sighed. He was powerless to deny Dean anything, no matter how big or small the request. He licked over his lips slowly, letting Dean hear it through the phone.

"I'm remembering when I was on my knees, sucking you off in that motel room. God! I love sucking you off Dean. You feel so hard and heavy in my mouth. You taste so damn good!" Sam moaned, wanting to feel that right now. Dean returned his moan.

"I love you little brother." Dean whispered into Sam's ear. Sam could hear the love, lust and desire that those five little words contained, and he wanted to cry. He knew it to be the divine truth, and it made him feel more powerful than God.

"I love you!" Sam said, lustfully, his voice breaking. He squeezed his eyes against his emotion. This was a game. They were playing. Now was not the time for him to fall to Dean's feet, wrap himself around his legs, and vocalize his undying love for him. He could do that later, right now he needed to keep it together, and play.

"Keep going." Dean encouraged. Sam heard him take his shot. If Sam's ears were accurate, he just sunk three balls with the one shot. Sam shifted in the seat, fighting his need to lift his head, and look at Dean.

"I remember drinking my reward, and thinking that I was the luckiest man alive to have you." Sam knew his voice was deep and gravely, exposing his undisguised lust for his brother. Dean made him weak. They both knew it; denying it or trying to hide it would be a waste of time. It's just the way that it was.

"I remember you leaving me there on my knees on the floor, and walking away from me. I watched you as you dug into your duffel, not knowing what you were doing. I remember not being able to look at anything else but that collar in your hand when you walked back over to me." Sam's fingers returned to the soft fur lined leather that encircled his neck.

"I remember you telling me how much you loved me, how much you have always loved, and wanted me to be yours. I remember when you said that you never wanted me to be touched by anybody else ever again. You wanted to be my only lover for the rest of my life." Sam bit his lip, fighting a strong wave of emotion.

"I meant every word too." Dean whispered. Sam could hear the raw emotion in Dean's voice, and he ached to look at him.

"I know." Sam said, breathlessly. He cleared his throat. "I remember when you asked me to be yours for the rest of my life, and I thought I was going to die right there. My heart was so full, so complete for you Dean. Everything in me surrendered to you at that moment. I truly became yours when you locked that collar around my neck." He paused. "My collar."

"You know that it wasn't a one way deal, don't you Sam? I became yours mind, soul, and body that night too baby." Dean's voice broke, despite the fact that he was keeping it barely above a whisper. Sam whimpered, aching to hold him close.

"I want you to stand up, and walk straight out of here. Don't look at me or anyone else along the way. Just go to the car." Sam started, realizing that Dean was right behind him, whispering into his ear. He snapped his phone shut, and shoved it back into his pocket. He did as he was told, and made his way to the impala.

He didn't know if he was allowed to look up yet, so he kept his head down. His heart raced hearing, and feeling Dean come toward him. Dean leaned into him as he unlocked the door, and opened it for him.

"Get in."

Sam climbed in. Dean closed the door, and walked around the car. Sam held his breath when Dean got into the car next to him. So close to him, he could just reach out and touch him if he wanted to.

"Watch my hand." Dean instructed softly. Sam's eyes fixed on Dean's hand as he palmed himself through his jeans. "You made me so hard in there Sammy." Dean moaned. "That was the best night of my life. You got me so hard remembering baby." Sam swallowed thickly. It was the best fucking night of his life too. Every night since has been Sam's heaven. Dean undid his pants.

"I need for you to take this from me baby. I want to take you back to the motel, and show you how much I love you till the sun comes up." He pulled out his weeping cock. "But right now, I really need to come." Sam whimpered. His body unconsciously swayed toward Dean. "Make me come baby, make me come."

Sam needed no more direction. He bent down, and took Dean into his mouth. Dean's hand found it's way into Sam's hair, and Sam was lost. He sucked Dean, following every unspoken instruction that he gave. Whether it was tugs, and strokes on Sam's hair or little movements with his own body, Sam understood every single one. He drank down his reward, keening in pure bliss.

"I love you so much." Dean said, softly. Sam pulled off of him, and nuzzled into his crotch, deeply inhaling his scent. Dean stroked his hair, adoringly. Sam could actually feel his love in every stroke, and it made him feel warm.

"I love you." Sam whispered back. Dean drove back to the motel with Sam in his lap. He pulled into the parking space, and turned off the engine.

"We're here." Dean announced. Sam moaned, lapping at the little beads of sweat on Dean's abs. "I really want you behind that closed door Sammy." Sam looked up into his eyes. He saw everything that Dean was going to do to him tonight, right there, staring back at him. He whimpered, reluctantly sitting up. His cock was making its needs known, pushing hard against its confines, but for Sam it just made his torture all the sweeter.

They were barely into the room when Dean shoved him against the wall. Sam had just enough time to meet his eyes, before Dean kicked his legs out from under him in one hard shove to the back of his ankles. Sam tumbled to his knees. Dean grabbed a handful of his hair, holding it hard.

"Take off all your clothes, and crawl to the bed." Dean said, forcefully. Sam shivered. Dean had slipped into his full Dom mode, and damn if that didn't make Sam's cock weep. Dean was naturally dominant, but when he took complete control of Sam, he was fucking brilliant.

Sam obeyed, taking off everything including his watch. The only thing he left on was his collar, not that he could take it off. It was locked, and the key was on a chain around Dean's neck. He got on his hands and knees, and crawled to the bed.

"Do you want me on my stomach or my back?" He asked, quietly. The floor shook slightly under Sam's knees as Dean walked over to him.

"Back."

Sam complied, getting onto the bed on his back. His eyes caught sight of the leather restraints that were hanging from Dean's hand. He met Dean's eyes, and put his arms above his head. Dean kicked off his shoes, and climbed on top, straddling him.

"You are so beautiful." Dean purred. He leaned over Sam, securing his wrists to the bed frame. Sam clutched Dean's wrist as he was tying, and looked at him inquisitively. Dean smiled at him sadly.

"I keep wondering what I ever did to deserve your love." Dean admitted, softly. Sam's grip on Dean's wrist tightened.

"What you did was love me just as much Dean." Sam said, with force. Dean looked deep into his eyes. "You gave me everything that you are the good, the bad, the beautiful, and the ugly. I love you Dean. Don't ever doubt that." Dean held his eyes for a few moments, and then nodded.

"I know that, but sometimes I just think that maybe you're too good for me." He shrugged. "That's all." Sam fought against his restraints, needing to wrap Dean in his arms.

"I am not too good for you Dean. I am perfect for you. We are brothers Dean, we share the same blood. You are the other half of me in every way. Tell me that you know that." Sam pulled on his restraints again, though he knew it was useless. He wasn't going anywhere until Dean let him go.

"I know that you're my heart and my soul Sammy. Everything that is good in me comes from the places inside of me where you reside." Dean laid his head down over Sam's heart. Sam felt like his chest just got locked into a vice grip.

"Don't do this to me Dean. We can't have an emotional conversation when I can't touch you. It's not fair." Sam felt Dean smile against his skin, and began to wonder if this wasn't part of Dean's plan for tonight. Dean turned his head, laving over Sam's nipple. Sam groaned, pushing his head back into his pillow.

He wanted to ask Dean to free his hands, to let him touch him, but he knew it would do no good. Dean had other plans for tonight, and as always Sam was helpless to deny him anything. He swallowed hard, loving the restriction on his throat caused by the collar. Dean was torturing his nipples mercilessly, licking, nipping, and soothingly sucking the stings away.

"I know that you intend on making love to me for hours. That's not what I want right now Dean." Sam said, quietly. Dean lifted his head to look up at him. Sam met his gaze smiling. "I want to feel you buried so deep inside of me that I forget where I end and you begin." He watched Dean's eyes darken with lust.

"I want that too, Sammy." Dean whispered. Sam nodded.

"Then take it. Take me." Sam yanked on the restraints. "I am yours Dean, take whatever the fuck that you want from me." He opened his legs under Dean. "Please." Dean groaned, climbing off of him. He reached up, and released his hands. "Turn around."

Sam kissed his fingertips, and touched Dean's lips laying his kiss there. Dean kissed his fingers in return, and then he rolled over on his side facing away from Dean. Dean closed the distance between them fast, cuddling into Sam's back.

"You are mine little brother." Dean whispered over Sam's ear. Sam moaned, shifting his head to allow Dean to fit tighter against his neck. "I own you completely, and I will never let you go." A rush of heat ran through Sam when he heard Dean unbuckle his belt. He pushed his ass back in silent invitation.

"I felt that. You just can't wait to feel me inside of you, can you?" Sam shook his head, listening intently to the sounds of Dean unzipping himself, and taking himself out. "I slept deep inside you last night, so I don't think that I need to open you up." Sam whimpered, pushing his ass back again.

He felt Dean's hand moving against him as he slicked his cock. Dean shifted, thrust and Sam was instantly full. He gasped at the sudden intrusion. Dean's arm snaked around him, pulling him impossibly close to him. Sam went pliant in his arms. Dean could do whatever he wanted to Sam, he wasn't about to refuse.

Dean's teeth sunk deep into the side of his neck, breaking the skin. It was a kink of Dean's to take small amounts of Sam's blood during sex because they were brothers. Sam knew it, understood it, and enjoyed it just as much as Dean did. Dean's hand held Sam's hip steady as he began thrusting into him slowly.

Sam wanted to open himself wide open to Dean, and have him crawl inside of him. It seemed no matter how strong their bond, how much blood and cum passed between them; it was never enough for Sam. He always craved more. Their sex life was already insane. Dean needed to be inside Sam on average four times a day. They sucked each other any time one of them got hard in between that and Dean slept all night long deep inside of Sam. Sam was totally consumed by Dean, and Sam knew that it was the same for Dean.

Dean sucked, and lapped at Sam's blood. Sam held still for him, letting him have his way. Dean's slow torturous deep thrusting had Sam's cock steadily weeping. Dean moaned, nuzzling into his neck, his nose bumping off his collar.

"You are mine." He murmured, keeping his steady thrusts. "I love you." Sam pushed back against him, and shifted so that he was a little more underneath Dean.

"Stay still baby, and let me enjoy you." Dean said, quietly. Sam whimpered, giving up the last of his resistance. "That's it." Dean purred, licking at the tiny little droplets of blood that pooled on Sam's wound. "Let me have you."

Sam's heart felt like it would burst with all the love that he was feeling. He kept still as Dean took everything that he needed from him, and gave back ten times as that in every touch and soft kiss. Dean's arms around him tightened, letting Sam know that he was getting lost in what he was feeling. Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's, and held him tight.

"Bite me." Sam whispered. Dean moaned so close to his ear that it sent a shiver through Sam. "I want you to take my blood again." Sam's body jerked involuntarily as Dean's teeth pierced the back of his neck. Sam whimpered at the burn, before relaxing. 

Dean lapped steadily at the blood that rose to the surface of the wound. Sam pulled his neck tight, causing it to bleed more. Dean's thrusts began to falter. Sam pushed back hard against him, and purred when he felt Dean's warmth flow into him. Dean gripped him hard, and nuzzled into his neck as he pulsed his release into Sam. Sam keened, taking all that he had to give him.

Before the pulsing in Sam's ass even stopped, Dean returned to lapping his neck. Sam groaned, aching for his own release. Dean licked a path of blood, up to the shell of Sam's ear.

"You held back, why?" Dean asked, nibbling on the earlobe. "Why didn't you come with me?"

Sam bit his bottom lip, to keep his pleasure contained.

"Cause I want you to suck it out of me." Sam admitted softly. "Would you do that for me?" Dean's arms loosened their iron grip. Sam instantly felt their loss.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth?" 

Sam almost lost it right there at Dean's softly spoken words. Hell yeah, he wanted to fuck Dean's mouth. The only reply that made it past Sam's lips however was a soft whimper. Dean kissed the side of his face, and slowly pulled out. Sam felt empty every damn time he did that. The fact that he knew that within an hour Dean would be back inside him for the night didn't even help.

When he rolled over, Dean was on his back giving him a come hither look. Sam wasted no time climbing up Dean's body, coming to rest on his chest. Dean chuckled softly at his eagerness. Sam lifted his ass up lining himself up with Dean's mouth.

"I love you." Sam whispered. Dean gave him a wicked smirk, and in one practiced move, opened his mouth and pulled Sam's cock in. Sam gasped, feeling the burning heat of Dean's mouth, and his tongue move all over the head. Dean winked, relaxing back against the pillow.

Sam got the silent permission that he could fuck him now. Sam's hips snapped forward, and began thrusting. He lasted less than a dozen strokes before he was pumping hard down Dean's throat. Dean's hands gripped his hips as he drank it all down. Sam pulled back, slipping from between Dean's lips. Sam watched Dean lick over his lips, catching the last of Sam's taste.

"I think out little game tonight went all to hell." Dean said, smiling. Sam smiled back.

"It was all your fault." Dean looked at him accusingly. Sam gave him his best innocent look. Dean quirked his eyebrow. "Yes you. All that talk about when I collared you pulled at my heart strings." He slapped Sam's ass playfully. "And you knew it would, you evil little minx." Sam's face broke into a huge smile.

"I knew that I was sitting in that chair feeling all this love for you, and I wanted you to feel a little back, that's all." Dean looked at him sharply.

"Are you under the belief that there is a single minute out of any given day when I don't feel consumed by my love for you Sam?" Sam tipped his head to the side, looking apologetic.

"No, I know that it's the same for you. It's just sometimes it completely consumes and takes me over. You become my whole world Dean." Dean narrowed his eyes on him.

"Sam that's what it's like that for me all the time." His hand reached out, stroking Sam's cheek. "You are my everything, baby." Dean whispered. Sam sighed, climbing off of Dean to stretch out beside him.

"It's like that for me too Dean, it's just sometimes I can't control it as well as I do most of the time." Sam admitted, looking deep into Dean. He leaned in and kissed Dean softly, stroking into his mouth with his tongue. Dean moaned underneath him, sending waves of heat back into Sam. He pulled back slowly, and laid his forehead against Dean's.

"Tell me that we'll always be like this." Sam said, quietly. "Promise me that what we have will never change." Dean threaded his fingers into Sam's hair and held him tightly to him.

"I can't do that Sammy. Of course this is gonna change as we get older, but it'll only change for the better. I might grow to love you more over the years, but I could never love you any less than I do right now." He nuzzled against Sam's forehead. "I promise that we could never be any less than this, but someday we might possibly become more."

Sam fell against Dean, drowning in his warmth. His heart felt like it was going to explode; his body just didn't feel big enough to contain the love flowing through him. Dean stoked his hair, soothingly, calming the fire that was racing through his blood.

"I love you." Sam said, dissolving into tears. "I never want to know a minute of a life without you in it Dean, I'd rather die." Dean held him close as he gave into his emotions and fears. God! Dean made him insane.

He curled into Dean tight, resting his head over his heart, and listened to his heartbeat as it lulled him toward sleep. He was barely awake when he felt Dean roll him over onto his side and slide back inside of him.

"This is the only way I want to sleep for the rest of my life Sammy." Dean whispered in his ear. "As far inside of you as I can physically get." Dean laid a cluster of kisses over his neck, ear, and side of his face, before settling into him, snug tight for the night. Sam sighed. He felt completely owned. Here with Dean inside him holding him tight was home.



This story is dedicated to:

Zach - My Dom, My Lover, My Best Friend, My Heart

3-12-75 to 6-1-09 I will always belong to you.

DDD