13 comments/ 265379 views/ 95 favorites My Master By: nz_marie I never seemed to have any luck with men. I had many relationships over the years but they never worked out. I always seemed to be attracted to the wrong kind of man. I liked the 'bad boy' type and it was always ended up the same, great at first, lots of fun in bed but there always seemed to be a catch. Either his idea of rough sex included me ending up with a black eye, or his idea of having a few drinks turned out to be every night and until he passed out, puked up or made a complete fool out of himself, sometimes all three. Then there was the one who stole all my money for gambling and not forgetting the guy that was always getting in fights and often spending a night in custody. Oh and there had been that guy who I don't think in the whole month that we dated that I had ever seen when he wasn't stoned. I just couldn't pick the right guy. I wanted someone who was exciting but not crazy, dominant but not cruel, experimental but not a perverted, loving but not soppy. I guess I just didn't want the goody goody type but all the guys I thought might be my Mr. Right ended up being totally wrong. I was starting to think the man I was looking for didn't exist. The only good thing that came out of all these failed relationships was my son. It wasn't a good thing at the time, totally unplanned and unwanted. I was 25 and having the time of my life, dating lots of men and even some women, experimenting with threesomes and group sex, even some mild BDSM and of course always going after the type of men that you wouldn't bring home to meet your mother. His name was James and I thought he was a God. Actually I when I think back now, so did he. We lived together for 6 months and I did love him. He taught me a lot about the world of domination and submission. He was my Master and I was his willing sub, I adored him and was willing to obey anything and everything he ordered me to do. The sex was great, I was so happy, everything was going good. I was living the life I wanted........I had a hot boyfriend, parties all the time, sex day and night, and he was a good Master.......strong and dominant, nasty but not cruel, he knew just how far to push me and rewarded me when I pleased him. But then something happened that did not please my Master at all. I got pregnant. I was of course on the pill, but with all these parties, sometimes I drank too much and threw up and it didn't matter to James if I was hung over. When he wanted sex, which was every day, he got it. I would never dare say no and I'm sure if I did, he would just take me anyway. I guess that's how it happened and James had told me his feelings on children, he didn't want any. I think it was more he wasn't prepared to have his sub give anyone else any attention. There was no way he wanted a share of my attention, for him it was 100% 24/7. I was terrified to tell him, I thought he might beat the shit out of me. Although he had never hurt me in anger or beaten me before, our sex was always rough and aggressive and I didn't know what he was capable of if I was to ever make him mad. So I didn't tell him, I needed some time to try and figure out what to do. So I just pretended to be drinking when we were at parties, I would say it was vodka and orange when in fact it was straight juice. I got away with my pretence for 3 months, but I was starting to show and he was giving me a hard time for putting on weight and was starting to get suspicious about my behavior. Then one night he confronted me. I guess he worked it out that I hadn't had a period in awhile. I broke down in tears and confessed, telling him how much I loved him and that I wanted his baby. But tears never worked with him during Dom/sub sessions so why I thought they would now....I don't know. He didn't hit me but he was angry at me and demanded I get rid of it or move out. I was too far gone to even consider an abortion and even if I wasn't, I really wanted my baby. So with a broken heart and very little else, I left him. I went up north to this small town close to a beach and spent the next five years surviving on a benefit and devoting all my time and energy to my son. I named him Jimmy because even after all that happened I still had feelings for his father. I never dated in those first five years and would spend my time at night while my son slept writing in a journal, putting down in words all my memories of the times I had with James, all the parties, the sex, every nasty detail of the things he would do to me and how it made me feel. I missed him but each time I looked at my beautiful son, I knew I had made the right decision. I missed the sex too, but I had brought my vibrator and some of my sex toys with me when I had left him, so for now I had my memories of all my sexual adventures and that helped a lot when I would masturbate at night while my son slept. Once my boy was almost 5, I decided to move to a bigger town so that he could go to a better school and meet more people and I could get a part time job. So we started a new life and I started dating again. That was when I began to meet loser after loser. I don't know what it was; it was like I was a magnet for every no-hoper man in a 100 mile radius! Some of them lasted a few months before things went sour and some it was a matter of weeks before they showed their true colors and I woke up to realize he wasn't what I needed in my life. I guess what I really wanted was a man just like James only one that was prepared to take on a woman that already had a son. Pretty much an impossible task. It didn't help that I still found the 'bad boy' kind of guy attractive, I did try dating some 'nice' guys a few times but whenever I suggested the kind of bedroom games I liked, they all seemed to be freaked out by it and that was the end of that. Sometimes there would be a year or more in-between relationships, I would give up on men and just concentrate on my son and my job, but then I would meet someone else and there would be that hope that this one would be Mr. Right and I would try again. Apart from the fact I was missing a sexual partner in my life, I was also hoping to one day meet someone that could be a father for Jimmy. He was a great kid and seemed really happy and was never a problem but I just felt that maybe he needed a father figure. He had asked about his dad over the years and I had just told him that I loved his dad but it had just not worked out, I didn't have the heart to tell him that his father didn't want him, at least not yet, maybe when he was older. The years went by and I wasn't getting any younger, I was starting to feel me and my vibe should get married because not much chance of me ever getting lucky. But I wasn't really unhappy, my relationship with my son was great, we were like best friends and even though he was now a teenager, he was never one of those boys that got embarrassed to be seen out in public with his mother. We would go to the movies and do stuff together. Sometimes we would even bump into his school friends when we were out and even then, he didn't seem to mind being caught out on a 'date' with his mother and he always introduced me to his mates. I often felt like he wanted to feel like he was the man of the house and it was his job to look after me even though I had never suggested it or put any kind of pressure on him to take on such a responsibility. So now that Jimmy was 18, I was starting to wonder when he was going to start bringing girls home. He was a good looking boy, much like his father in a lot of ways....tall, dark and handsome and sometimes as I lay in my bed with my vibe in my hand, I would wonder if he was well hung like his father too. But I was growl at myself for having such thoughts, and then read a few pages of my journal to bring back those memories of the bedroom games I used to play and masturbate before sleep. I knew that Jimmy masturbated a lot too, because of course I did all his washing, but that's kind of normal for a boy of his age. The only thing I wondered about was who he was thinking about when he played with himself and whether he might ever bring this girl home to meet his mother. I had no idea that in fact, I was the subject of his masturbation fantasies. It was puzzling me a little how, when I did my laundry that I would often find some of my panties in there that I couldn't remember wearing that week, but it was a trivial thing and I passed it off as I must be losing it.....all those brain cells I killed during my hard out party days! Other things starting happening, little things that by themselves didn't really mean much, but there was a pattern forming and I guess even though it was right in front of my face, I couldn't see it. Jimmy started to work out a lot and he wouldn't do it in the privacy of his room, he took his weights into the lounge and he would do his exercises without a shirt on, in fact he very rarely wore anything on his top half while at home. He would always want to show me how his arms were getting muscles and of course I would squeeze them and give him lots of praise. I figured he must be trying to impress some cute girl at school, but I didn't pry. I was so stupid, I did not know that all of this was for me. He wanted me to look at him, to notice he wasn't a little boy anymore. When I was out he would sneak in my room and look through my underwear and lingerie and sometimes he would take a pair of my panties to masturbate with. When I think back now with all the hints he was trying to give me, I must have been blind not to pick up on any of them. Jimmy was constantly fantasizing about me, he would masturbate night after night and sometimes even leaving his door open just a little, in the hope I might walk by his room and often leaving the shower room door ajar too, hoping I might perve at him. But I never did, I was always careful to give him his privacy and I never left my door open when I was masturbating. Although, sometimes he would listen at my closed door and hear me quietly moaning as I came. I was unknowingly giving my son even more of an excuse to go back to his room and masturbate over his mother. Then one day I came home from work and Jimmy wasn't home. I wasn't too concerned at first, thinking he must have gone to a mates after school. But as time went by I was starting to get worried. I rang him on his mobile but no reply. Then I checked his room and it looked messy as usual but his drawers were open and I was starting to think he had run away from home. I went to my room and saw some of my drawers were open too. Puzzled, I checked to see what, if anything was missing. Oh my God! My journal was gone! I panicked, checked everywhere, under my bed, in every draw, even under my pillow. Nothing! I knew where I had left it last night, under my nighties in my bottom draw next to my bed, with my vibe, like I always did. My vibe was still there, but he must have seen it when he took the journal. That brought another scary thought to my mind and I looked under my bed again and pulled out my small suitcase that I had stored all my sex toys and Dom/sub things in all these years. The lock had been broken, nothing seemed to be missing but it was obvious that someone had opened it and looked to see what I had been hiding. I started to cry. My son Jimmy will hate me, he will think I'm some kind of sick freak and I will never see him again. I sat on my bed with tears running down my face, feeling lost and hopeless. Not only were all the graphic details of my sex life with James in that journal book, but also how James had wanted to me get rid of our baby and how he had kicked me out. All those years I had protected Jimmy from the truth and now he had to find it all out at once and I couldn't even be with him to comfort him when he found out the shocking truth about his father. The only good thing in my writings was, he will read how much I loved his father and even though he hurt me by throwing me out when I needed him the most, none of my journal entries did I ever write anything hateful about James. I just sat and cried for about an hour, then as it was now dark outside I got really worried about Jimmy. I rang all his friends to see if anyone had seen him and I was thinking if I should call the police even though he hadn't been missing for 24 hours yet. I went back into his room to look around to see if maybe he had left me a note or anything. I found no such note, but I did find some of my panties under his pillow and as I picked them up thinking how strange it was they were in his room because I distinctly remember wearing those pair yesterday and I know that I had put them in the laundry hamper. So I knew they must be dirty. I smelt them to check and not only did I get a whiff of my own scent, but the strong odor of his cum too from this morning's masturbation session. The realization of my find was just starting to sink in, when my phone rang. I ran to it hoping it was Jimmy but it stopped just as I picked it up. Maybe it was a wrong number or maybe it was Jimmy checking to see if I was there. I went back to my room and sat on my bed and tried to ring Jimmy again. It was ringing and ringing with no reply. I was just about to try all his friends again and was looking up their phone numbers in my directory when Jimmy walked into my room. "I think you will find this a more interesting read," he said sarcastically as he threw my journal book on my bed beside me. I jumped up excited to see that my boy was ok. "Jimmy! Oh thank God you are ok," I exclaimed, so happy to see him. I went to go hug him. He pushed me back down to the bed. "Sit down bitch! I will tell you when you can get up!" he scowled at me. I was stunned; he had never spoken to me in such a tone before. I sat there looking up at him. "I'm sorry Jimmy, you were never meant to read any of that stuff. I was going to tell you one day about your father," I sobbed as I tried to explain. "Never mind all of that. Like I could give a shit about some man I never met!" His voice sounded angry and yet focused. "You are the one I'm interested in mum and now I know why nothing I ever do gets your attention. I've been going about it the wrong way," he stated. His tone sounded so unlike him. I was puzzled. "What do you mean Jimmy?" I asked, confused. "It's pretty simple mum," he said matter-of-factly, "from now on I'm the Master around here and you are going to belong to me." I just stared at him shocked at what I was hearing from the lips of my sweet boy. "Don't pretend not to know what I'm talking about mum. I've read every word in your book and I know what you like and how you like to be treated," he said in a wicked tone I'd never heard him use before. "But Jimmy," I protested "you are my son, not my lover, you can't be my Master!" I was starting to freak out as I stood up to confront him. Suddenly he pushed me up against the wall, all those days and nights of weights in the living room showing their effect with the strength in his arms as he pinned me up against the wall. "Says who bitch!" he yelled at me. "Jimmy, let me go!" I yelled back, trying to sound tough but it wasn't working. "No! From now on you will do as I say bitch and I'm sick of waiting for you to come to me. So take off your clothes. Now!" he demanded. I started to cry, "No Jimmy no......I'm your mother......its not right.....let me go son.....please." But he ignored my plea and pulled off my top and bra roughly; causing my big tits to spring out and he grabbed them with both hands and squeezed them hard. It felt really good, but at the same time I was terrified. "Ohhhh fuck yesss! Better than I thought they would feel like mmmm. I've been dreaming about these babies for so long and now finally they are all mine," he said, groping me. I tried to push him away again but he just pushed me back harder against the wall and just as I was about to beg him to let me go again he started to suck on my right nipple. "Jimmy, please don't do this," I pleaded "please.......let me......ohhhhhhh fuck!" I moaned as he started to pull on my left nipple while he sucked hard on my right. My body had turned against me. I hadn't meant to moan then, but it felt so damn good to have someone sucking on my nipple again, it had been a long time since my last date. But Jimmy had picked up on my moment of weakness. "Oh, does my pet like that, does she?" he said wickedly. No one had called me that since James, I guess he read that in my journal and was using it as he knew it would push my buttons. Then he moved his hungry mouth to my other breast and sucked even harder on that, this time his free hand going between my legs and roughly rubbing me thru my jeans. I wanted to fight him off but my whole body was on fire as he treated me like he owned me. He stopped and stood back at little looking at me up and down like he was checking me over. Looking at me thru different eyes than he had for the last 18 years. I stood there topless and shaking, partly from fear and partly from excitement. "Take off the rest of your clothes mother," he ordered me calmly, like he was asking for something completely normal and every day. I just stood there not knowing if I should try and make a run for it or just do as I was told. "This is the first and last time I am going to ask you twice to do something. Now take off your clothes bitch or I will take them off for you!" he demanded, "Do it now slut!" He sounded just like his father when he said that and for a moment I was back there again. "Yes sir," I mumbled quietly and started to undo my jeans. "What was that bitch? Speak up!" he said sarcastically. "Yes Sir!" I said clearly and hurriedly took off my jeans and g-string, standing totally naked in front of my son. I felt like a piece of meat on display as he got me to turn around slowly, inspecting my body. "Mmmm do you know how long I've wanted to see you naked mother?" his voice sounding full of desire and primal lust. "No son," I replied cautiously. "Too damn long!" he continued "and now I'm going to do everything to you that I've ever masturbated over and everything that's in that book and anything else I can possibly think of." I could see the bulge in his jeans twitch as he spoke to me like this. My mind was racing. I knew all the things that were in my journal off by heart as it had been my source of my masturbation for many years. "Jimmy, you can't do all those things to me....I....I'm your mother," I pleaded with him once again. He looked at me as if he was thinking things over and for a moment I thought maybe he was going to change his mind as his expression changed from being aggressive to being more relaxed. But I should have realized I was not getting away that easy. "Answer me this mother," he said calmly "do you love me?" "Yes, of course I do son," I replied quickly. "Ok, and do I remind you of my father?" "Yes son, you are like him in so many ways," I answered, wondering where he was going with all these questions as I stood naked in front of him. "More ways than you know pet," he stated. ?I blushed when he called me that, the name my Master called me. I knew would have read that in my journal. "I have read all of your secret thoughts mother. You can not deny that you enjoy being owned and being dominated, it excites you. So now I have decided that I am taking over where my father left off," he said confidently, looking at me. I had never seen this side of him before, it was exciting and scary all at once. "Now, I am going to have you mother and I would prefer it if you submit to me and accept me as your new Master. I would rather not have to rape you every time I want to have sex," he commanded. His eyes were focused on mine as he spoke. My Master I could not believe what I was hearing. My own son was thinking about raping me! I was so shocked, I couldn't even think of a reply. I just stared at him, tears running down my face as I tried to comprehend the situation. "I can see you are thinking about it mum and I know u are a bit shocked, but think about it this way. I know what you want and I want you to know that man you have been looking for has been right under your nose this whole time that you have been dating those other losers. I love you and I want you to be mine, to belong to me and I will be an even better Master than my father was. I will not tell you to leave if you get pregnant. I don't want you to ever leave me pet," he said calmly. His voice had lost the aggressive tone; he was looking at me with love as well as desire in his eyes. I was stunned at what he was saying, mostly because it was all true and actually made sense. All this time, all those other men, I was actually looking for someone just like James and who could be more like him than his son. "You want me to have your baby Jimmy?" I wasn't sure I heard right. "Well not really pet, but if it happens, it happens. Right now I just want you. Are you ready to kneel in front of me and submit to your new Master?" he said with just a little touch of impatience in his voice. My mind was racing, faced with the choice of my son raping me or submitting to him and accepting my son as my Master. Either way my life was about to change forever. The thing is I really did miss being a sub and having a Master to love and obey. I wanted to belong to someone. I never felt as happy as I did when I was James' pet. I wanted to have that feeling back and I loved Jimmy more than any man Id ever known. So I made my decision, if my son wanted me, then I would be his. I never even answered his question with words. I just wiped my tears away with my hand and knelt in front of him, looking down at the floor as a show of respect as I had been taught all those years ago. I didn't see his face, but my action caused a huge smile, a smile of conquest, love and desire all at once. "Yes. That's my good girl," he said, smiling down at me. My submission giving him even more self-assurance. "Look at me pet," he said, confidently as he lifted up my face with his strong hands. His voice and actions weren't giving away the fact that he was as scared and nervous like I was. He knew by my writings that I would respond to a strong confident man and he wanted to be that man for me, he kept telling himself to be cool and don't fuck this up. He had spent the entire day reading my journal and knew what to do and he had wanted me sexually for years and didn't want to blow this opportunity by showing weakness but at the same time he loved me and wanted to show it. I looked up into his eyes as he held my face. I was trembling. "No need to be scared of me pet. I will look after you and give you what you need from now on," he said, reassuringly. His hand caressing my face and gently pushing my hair back off my face as he spoke to me. I smiled weakly at him, my will was broken. I had resigned myself that this is how it was going to be and that very soon my son would be fucking me and I would not only let him but I would enjoy it. "Do you love me pet?" he asked me as he looked down at me into my eyes. "Yes Master. I love you," I replied honestly. "Will you do all I ask of you now that you belong to me pet?" The words were coming out of Jimmy's mouth, but these were the exact same words James had once said to me. The words from my journal, from my past.... from his father. "Yes Master. I will obey you," I said, still nervous, but calmer now. I looked up at my son, now seeing him in a different light. I still loved him as I always had but now he was my Master and I would do all I could to please him. I smiled at him now, I was still a little nervous but I was happy to be once again owned by a man I truly loved. Jimmy leant down and kissed my mouth, holding my face in his hands still as his lips pressed against mine and we kissed as lovers. I felt his tongue inside my mouth, exploring mine. I could feel his desire in his kiss and I kissed him back. I could feel my temperature rising, a fire of passion cascading through me. My brain told me this was wrong, but my body disagreed. He released me and smiled at me, with each conquest his confidence grew. He reached down and unzipped his fly, letting his jeans fall to his ankles. I watched silently as he then asked for my hands and placed them on either side of his boxers. "Undress me mother. Like you used to do," he commanded in a gentle tone. I could already see he was very aroused. I did as I was told and I pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of his clothes, pulling his t-shirt off as well. My eyes widened as I stared upon the hard cock of my naked son, he was big, as big as his father. It was throbbing and oozing pre-cum, the smell of his sex excited me. I gasped at the sight of his beautiful cock. I had adored his fathers and he would know that from my journal. "Oh, does my pet like what she sees?" he asked cheekily. I smiled up at him, "Oh yes, Master." I licked my lips hungrily. It had been awhile since I had sex with anyone but myself and years since I had Dom/sub sex and I was aching for it. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Open wide my sexy lil slut....I have a present for you pet," he groaned as he pushed his huge cock into my mouth. It was big and delicious as I tasted his pre-cum on my tongue. I was experienced in oral sex and although he was big, I could handle it, but I acted like I was struggling on it. I did that because I wanted to feed his ego and because I liked feeling like I was being forced. All his many masturbation sessions he had fantasized about his mother giving him a blow job and now that it was really happening, it was so intense he was struggling to hold back from cumming instantly. He was also struggling to keep control of his domination of me, almost forgetting he was now my Master. Looking down, watching his cock going in and out of his mothers' mouth as he held my hair tightly. That and with my experienced cock sucking, was just too much. "Ohhhhh yesss mummy. Suck me mummy ohhhhh," he moaned. A momentary lapse in his new persona as he released a big load of his warm sticky cum into my mouth. So much cum. I gagged on it, trying to swallow as much as I could. But he just kept going, spurt after spurt. It was running down my chin as I struggled to swallow it all quick enough. He still held my head by my hair and as his orgasm subsided he regained control of his position as my Master. He released his grip on my hair and stroked it lovingly. "Good girl," he said, smiling down at me. He was enjoying seeing his cum on me as I licked my lips trying to lick it all up. Using his fingers he wiped up some from my neck that had dribbled down. "You missed some pet," he grinned at me. Then he held out his two fingers with a big blob of his cum on them. I obediently responded to his unspoken command and sucked on his fingers, sucking and licking them clean. Then I went to the other fingers that didn't actually have any cum on them but I lovingly sucked on each one whilst looking up at my new Master adoringly. "Thank you Master. You taste delicious son.....oh I mean.....oh I'm sorry Sir," I stammered, hoping he wouldn't get mad at me. "It's ok pet. You can still call me son or Jimmy sometimes if you want. But just as long as you remember that you belong to me now," he smiled down at me, then leaned down and kissed me again, tasting his own cum on my tongue. As he pulled away from our kiss, he reached out his hand to mine. "Stand up now pet, I want to hold you," he asked lovingly. I stood up and he put his arms around me, hugging me close to him, kissing my neck and nibbling on it. It felt so good to be in his strong arms, I felt like I belong there, belonged to him. "I hope that you enjoyed that as much as I did pet," he spoke softly into my ear. "Oh yes Sir. I loved it Master.....especially when you called me mummy... he he," I giggled, blushing a little. "Oh, you liked that did you? My naughty slutty little mummy hmmm," he said wickedly. "Let me see just how much you liked it pet." His hand reaching down between my legs, feeling my wetness and making me moan. "Mmm oh yes, my whore mother must have liked it because you are so wet." his wicked tone and name calling was driving me crazy. Suddenly he grabbed me by arms and roughly pushed me backwards onto my bed, his cock already starting to harden again as he spread open my legs to expose my shaven pussy for his inspection. I was no longer fighting. I loved it, his eyes and hands on me, helping himself to what was now his property.....my body. "Mmm lookie what we have here," he said cheekily, "Some nice mummy pussy for me to play with." He rubbed my clit and roughly groped me. Then he pushed two fingers up inside me making me bite my lower lip and moan. Hard and fast he fingered me, my juices coating his fingers. Then three up me, thrusting in and out hard. I knew I would cum soon. Then he started talking dirty to me as he finger-fucked me and it pushed me over the edge. "Take that, you dirty whore. This cunt now belongs to me and I'm going to fuck it and hurt it and use it, however and whenever I want," he said with lust. "Cum now bitch!" his voice getting back that aggression it had before. It was all too much for me. "Ohhhh fuck! Yesss.... Ohhhh," I moaned. My whole body shook as I came all over my son's hand. He had a smirk of a smile, a look of conquest knowing he had made his mother cum on demand. Then as my orgasm was subsiding and I was panting, trying to catch my breath, he got between my legs and starting licking and sucking at my pussy, slurping up all my juices. Oh and it felt so good. I felt his tongue pushing deep inside my hole like he was searching out for more cum; hungrily he licked and sucked making sounds of pleasure as he feasted on me. I was moaning again in pleasure, but then he stopped. "I want more cum mummy. Cum again for me," he ordered as he lightly slapped my wet pussy as if he was waiting for cum to just ooze out. 'Smack!' a little harder this time, stinging just a little on the wet skin of my pussy and making me gasp. "Cum now bitch!" he demanded. Then he slapped it hard and yelled at me, "Cum when I fucking tell you to whore!" It hurt and my pussy must have looked a little red but it was working, I was moaning in pleasure and writhing on the bed, my whole body felt like it was on fire. Then a succession of hard, fast slaps on my stinging pussy. "Cum slut! Cum, you fucking whore!" he screamed at me, and I gushed a fountain of cum out for my Master. "Ohhhhh fuck!" I moaned loudly as I came hard, my pussy still stinging from his hand as he dived in for seconds, sucking and slurping up all my juices. "Mmm that's my good girl," he smiled at me as he looked up from feasting on me. He moved up my body, lying on top of me. Pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard. I loved tasting my cum on his tongue and I sucked on it eagerly. He pulled back and looked down at me, supporting most of his weight with his strong arms. "I think you are ready for me now mother," he grinned at me, knowing he had won. I was his willing sub and I wanted him so bad, he could see it in my eyes. "Yes. Oh yes Master........please take me. I'm all yours son. I want you inside me so much," I begged, "I love you Jimmy." I thought he was going to just shove his hard cock right up me and fuck me hard like I wanted so bad, I was aching for it. But I wasn't going to get it, not quite yet. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit, teasing me, enjoying seeing me push up my hips to try and get his cock inside me. But he just teased me more and grinned at me. Then he kissed me again and bit my neck, hard.....my son was giving me a love bite...marking me as his. Then instead of entering me, he got off me, playfully slapping my pussy as he got off the bed. "You have wait a bit longer pet. I need to get some things," he said with a wicked grin. He reached under my bed and pulled out my suitcase. My case that had all my Dom/sub things in it, the one that he had earlier broken into and so he knew actually what was in there. "Put your arms up above you head mother," he said grinning at me. I obeyed. No point in trying to fight now, especially now that I was so turned on by being dominated. He cuffed me to my headboard. Then he got my nipple clamps which I hadn't used it ages and clamped them onto my nipples causing me to gasp in pain. I wasn't used to them like I had been before, years ago. But like a good sub I didn't complain, I was adjusting to it and seeing my sons expressions of wickedness and lust was really exciting me. He looked down at me, his mother naked and handcuffed to the bed. "Hmm what else?" he said to himself but out loud, searching through my box of goodies. Then with a wicked grin he pulled out a leather collar and attached to it was a chain. James had given this to me when I first became his sub and I had kept it all this time to remember the games we used to play. It was inscribed with 'property of Master J'. My son smiled when he read it. "Oh, it's a good thing you named me after my father isn't it mum," he said as he put the collar on me like he was claiming his prize. He grinned looking at me as he put the final touches on his new possession, then he ran his hands all over me. "Mmm all mine now," he said, then climbed back on top of me. Without anymore teasing he shoved his young hard cock into me in one hard thrust. I gasped in delight and he moaned in pleasure, feeling himself inside of his mother for the first time since I gave birth to him. He pounded into me hard and I loved every thrust. Again and again he fucked me relentlessly making me moan loudly, the pain from the clamps ignored just as the pain in my wrists as the cuffs dug into me with each powerful thrust from my athletic young son. The pleasure of finally getting to fuck his own mother made him moan too, his words pushing me again into orgasm. "Ohhhh! I love fucking you mummy! Ohhh mummy, yesss mummy. Fuck me!" he moaned and then with grunt and a shudder, he emptied the contents of his ball sack deep into my womb. The sensation of feeling my sons' cum filling up my cunt was enough to make me cum again, my juices gushing out and coating his cock inside me. We were both panting and recovering from the wave of pleasure cascading through our bodies. As I looked into his eyes above me. I saw them soften from the aggressiveness that was in there before. "I love you mummy," he said and leant down and kissed me softly, gently. I could feel his love in his kiss. I kissed him back trying to show I loved him too and I was his. "I love you too son," I said, and when he pulled back, "I love you and I'm honored to belong to you now Master." He smiled at my words and got off me. Took off the nipple clamps and lay beside me, then cuddled up next to me and started to suckle at my sore nipple. I was expecting him to un-cuff me so I could cuddle him back, but he just nursed on me and left me with my arms up above my head cuffed to the headboard. He seemed to be quite content like that, but after a few minutes, I was noticing my arms were starting to ache being up like that and I really needed to pee so I asked him to release me. "Jimmy, would you be able to un-cuff me now please. I need to go pee," I asked, trying to sound as undemanding as possible. "Oh, sorry mummy. I almost forgot. Let me un-cuff you," he replied, and he did. I rubbed my sore wrists as he picked up my leash attached to the collar I was wearing. "I want you to crawl to the toilet on all fours like my pet mum," Jimmy ordered. I was a bit shocked, I thought now he had had his fun he would let me take off the collar, but he was totally serious. He held the end of the leash and gave it a little tug. "Come on mummy. Be a good pet.....get on the floor," his wicked grin was back. I did as I was told, still a little unsure of why he wanted this, but I went along with his game. When I was on the floor on my hands and knees he held the leash and walked towards my bathroom, leading me like a dog. "Come on mummy. Be a good girl, come along now," he was talking to me like a dog too. He looked at me like I was his pet and I had no choice but to follow my Master. Once in the bathroom, I thought he would leave me to do my business, but no, he had other plans. I paused, waiting for him to leave the room but he kept hold of the leash. So I thought, oh well, I guess he wants to watch me pee. My bladder was telling me I had to go now, so I went to sit down on the toilet. He pulled on my leash. "No mummy not there, lie down on the floor on your back. I want to see," he said wickedly. I was totally shocked. There was no mention of water-sports in my journals. James had never asked me to do anything like this before, this was something new, it seems my son is kinkier than I could have imagined. "But Jimmy......I don't think......," I started to protest. "Do as you are told pet or I will have to get out that whip you have in your case." I could see in his eyes he was totally serious and I was a little scared. So I obeyed, I lay on the bathroom floor on my back with my legs wide open as he still held my leash. He bent down to get a closer look. "Pee now mummy, show me," his eyes wide, staring intently at my pussy. I was nervous and I couldn't pee right away even though my bladder was full. I felt dirty lying on the floor about to pee on myself. He was getting impatient. "Put your hands down there and spread open your cunt mother. I want to see your piss coming out of your hole," his tone was aggressive again. I obeyed and this new form of domination was starting to excite me. I held open my pussy lips and relaxed and then my pee flowed. I peed and I felt it go all over my ass as it dribbled down and then on the floor I could feel it going up my back. Jimmy loved it. "Oh mummy! You are such a dirty slutty mummy," he told me as he watched me piss. Then as I looked up to see if I was allowed to get up now, I saw my son holding his cock and aiming it at me. Oh my god, if it wasn't dirty enough to piss on myself, he was going to piss on me too. He saw the look of horror on my face and just gave the leash a little tug. "Don't you dare fucking move yet mother!" he said nastily and I knew he meant it so I just froze. Then I felt his warm piss on me. He stood over me and aimed, peeing first on my already pissy pussy, and then moved his cock so that the trail of piss went up my stomach then onto my tits. His flow slowed to a trickle and the last little bit he made sure landed on my face. He was looking down at my face as he watched his urine drip onto it and he was grinning. Then just as I thought this ordeal was over, he dropped to his knees beside me and grabbed my hair. "Open your mouth slut!" and he shoved his cock in my mouth and forced out a few more drops of piss right onto my tongue. It tasted bitter but not as bad as I was expecting. He still held my hair tightly. "Suck me again slut! Make me hard again," he demanded. I lay in the pool of piss and sucked on my son's soft cock until it was hard again, cleaning off his pee with my mouth and tongue. Once he was hard, he let go my hair and stood back up, letting go the leash. "May I get up now Master?" I asked trying to sound respectful. My Master "In a minute pet, first I want you to roll over. I want to see you covered in pee." I could hardly believe how kinky he was. I figured it's too late to object now and if this is what turns my Master on then I may as well get used to it and start to enjoy it. So I rolled around and around it in like a dog obeying it's Master's command. I reeked of it now; it was even in my hair. He was grinning as he watched me. "Ok, you can get up now mother. I'm going to have a shower now. You clean up this mess pet, then you can join me," his voice no longer aggressive. He turned on the shower and watched me mop up the floor with a towel as he waited for the water to heat up. I could feel his eyes on me as I was on all fours again, wiping up our pee from the floor. "You can take off your collar while you shower with me mummy," his voice back to the tone of my loving son again. I got into the shower with him and we washed each others bodies, he was still semi-hard and when I washed his cock he got harder. This time he was playful and loving, he was tickling me and caressing me. He held me close while the warm water flowed over us and he kissed me lovingly. "I love you mummy," he said in between kisses. "I love you too son," I replied and I did. I knew now that I loved my new Master even more than my first one. "I'm going to be sleeping with you from now on mum. Your bed is now our bed and there will be other changes but we can talk about that tomorrow. Ok pet?" his voice had lost all his early aggression. I smiled and nodded in agreement. My life changed forever now and I was ready to accept any more changes Jimmy had in mind. I had a new owner and I was going to be a good sub to him, obey him and keep my Master happy. His cock was still hard. I could feel it up against me. This time instead of being taken, I thought I would ask so that Jimmy knew that I loved him and wanted him. "Master? Would you make love to me one more time before we go to sleep?" I asked, almost pleadingly. My request made him beam a big smile at me. He was happy in the knowledge his plan of dominating me into submission had been successful and he knew that from now on he could have me anytime and any way that he felt like. "Yes pet, bend over. I want to fuck you in the shower doggie style," he said with a cheeky grin and playfully smacked my wet butt, making me jump a little. I eagerly obeyed and this time he fucked me slow and lovingly without aggression and even though my pussy was sore from all the sex, I loved ever minute of it. It wasn't until he got close to cumming that he sped up and thrust harder, moaning as he screwed me. "Ohhh! I love fucking you mummy mmmm," he moaned passionately. His words excited me and I encouraged him more. "Ohhh yesss! Fuck me son, fuck your mummy mmmm," I moaned as we both came again. I felt his cum spurt inside me and I happily accepted it all. I accepted his cum and I accepted my new position as his sex slave. His cum pushed his now soft cock out of me. I stood up and turned around to kiss him. "Thank you Master. I love you so much son," I said with total submission. I looked into his eyes and he could see not only did I love him but I was happy to be his. "I love you too mum and I'm never going to let you go," he replied, kissing me again. We finished showering, dried ourselves and each other, playfully flicking each other with the towels. Then he chased me back to our bed and I was giggling like a school girl. I never felt so loved, wanted and needed. I finally felt content as we cuddled up and drifted off to sleep in each others arms. I had found my Mr. Right. My Master Chapter 1 You woke up Friday morning before the alarm went off. You did not sleep much last night. Master didn't touch you at all. Even on the nights that he doesn't use you for his pleasure he will usually rub your pussy or finger your ass before he falls off to sleep, getting you wet and wanting more. Master likes to tease you, to make you want him even more. Even when he teaches you how to be a good pet for him, he leaves you wanting more of the pain he inflicts on you. Your body aches as he disciplines you, cries out in pain but it still desires more from Master. You think about everything that you did on Thursday as you take out a blue g-string from your drawer, playing the day back in your mind trying to remember if you did anything to displease Master. Master makes you wear just a g-string in the house; he really likes your full ass and always wants it available to him. Blue is his favorite color and you have your panties arranged in your drawer by color so you don't have to turn the light on as Master sleeps. Your nipples harden from the slight chill in the room, Master keeps it cold at night but the heat will turn on soon. You start to reach for your nipple but as your hand moves towards it, you hear Master's stern voice in your head, "Your body is for my pleasure not yours." But, you cannot help yourself; you think about Master's strong dark hands caressing your breast and his thick broad shoulders that you love to wrap your arms around. Your mind wanders to his muscular chest that presses against your firm breast as you reach down for his thick black cock. You know if Master catches you, you will have the nipple clamps on all day. You touch your nipple anyway, and then cup your breast, you really wanted Master to use you last night, you wanted to feel his hard leather paddle stinging your ass and then his soft tongue taking the pain away. You wanted to suck his cock and drink his cum, but he did not touch you at all. A gentle squeeze of your tit and a slight pull on your nipple, then you quickly take your hand away. You walk quietly to the kitchen, hoping Master did not see, but you wanted him to catch you, punishment from Master is better than not being touched by him at all. As you put the coffee on and fix Master's breakfast, you begin to go through Thursday in you mind. The alarm awoke you and you turned it off within the first 10 seconds, as Master requires. A red g-string from your drawer to wear, next you picked out his black suit, light blue shirt, well pressed, his black wingtips and laid them out for him. Then off to the kitchen to make breakfast. You fixed coffee, a cheese omelet, and bacon for Master. After Master finished his breakfast, he put yours on a plate under the table and you ate as he rubbed your butt then finger fucked your asshole. You barely had time to finish eating before he rammed his thick cock in your ass almost knocking you face first on to the floor. The way he forces his cock in your ass is so painful, giving you no time to relax and accept it. But once he starts stroking your hole, the waves of pleasure hit you. You moan loudly as his cock stretches your asshole. The head feels like it is ripping you apart, but it feels so good the harder he pounds it in and out of you. Master is training you to cum on his command, but his cock feels so good in your ass you have a hard time holding back. You push back to meet his thrusts and take his cock deeper in you, but when his balls slap your cunt it sends you over the edge. You scream as you cum, your body trembling as the orgasm crashes over you. Your orgasms with Master flow through your whole body, they start in your pussy then travel to every part of your being, every nerve ending is exposed to the wave that washes over you as you cum. No man has cared for you, treasured you, and loved you as Master does. He almost killed your pimp when he saw him beating you on the street, and he didn't even know you then. Master beat him so badly you almost felt sorry for him, no man had ever fought for you before, protected you as Master did. He could have killed your pimp, but he let him live. The way Master broke his legs right at his knees he will always remember Master with ever step he takes. His hand will never slap another woman again; Master broke it at the wrist. When you looked at it you could tell it would never heal correctly. Master pulled his cock out of your ass when you came. His hand was pulling your hair before you knew it. Your head banged the table as he yanked it towards his cock. You were still cumming as it slid in your mouth, the head of Master's cock slamming into the back of your throat. He had both hands behind your head on your neck; your nose was buried in his pubes as he began to fuck your face. You began swallowing quickly to keep from gagging. You knew not to try to pull back or choke, Master would not tolerate either reaction when his cock was down your throat. Closing your lips around his cock, you swallow and suck. Cupping his balls in one of your hands as Master fucks your mouth. His cum is hot and sticky as it pumps into you. Swallowing quickly you try to drink it all, knowing none can hit the floor. You hold Master's cock in your mouth, the tip of your tongue on that special spot just under his head. His cum squirts into you again, you suck harder milking all of it out of him. When he finally releases your head, he looks down into your eyes and smiles. Pulling you up to him, he kisses you deeply. Master is pleased with you… You wonder if Master is going to fuck you before he goes to work this morning. He tells you about the meetings he has today as he eats the breakfast you fixed. Asks you how your class is coming at the college. Master convinced you to start taking classes at the local community college. He says a dumb pet is not able to serve him, he wants you to learn, to challenge your mind every day. You were so afraid to try college, after high school you became a whore. Not a working girl or call girl, your pimp whored you out on street corners, sucking cocks in the back seats of cars, getting humped in dark alleys like a low class slut. You started to believe you were a dumb slut but Master took you away from that. You are still a slut but you are Master's pet now, he owns you and you will do anything for him. Master fixes your plate after he is done eating and puts it under the table. You get on your knees, your ass in the air facing him. As you eat, you wait for his hand to caress your ass, to spread your cheeks and pull the g-string aside. You wait to feel his finger probe your cunt or asshole. However, Master gets up, grabs his briefcase and walks out the door. You are close to tears as you finish your breakfast, not even a kiss goodbye from Master. The hurt is almost unbearable. What did you do wrong? Why is Master unhappy with you? After cleaning up the kitchen, you walk into the bedroom. On your pillow are the nipple clamps and your special shirt… Master saw you. You shower quickly and apply the special lotion Master got you for your ass. You know he will inflict severe pain on it when he gets home for what you did this morning. Your black thong and a pair of jeans go on next. You walk over to the bed and get the nipple clamps. Master knows that after awhile you get used to the pain so he got you that special shirt. You put the clamps on wincing as the teeth dig into your nipples, the chain that connects them is cold on your soft skin. You put the shirt on and attach the chain to it. Every time you move, the shirt pulls the chain causing the teeth on the clamps to dig into your nipples. If you move around too much during the day, your nipples will start to bleed. Taking out your books, you sit at the kitchen table to study. Master requires you to study for 2 hours on the days you do not have class, longer if a test or paper is coming up. You also have to spend an hour on the internet reading news sites keeping up on world events. Master takes you with him to many important functions and your ability to converse with anyone at anytime really pleases Master. You think he enjoys the look on people's faces' when a woman wearing a collar can discuss anything from the world economic crisis to the pirate ships in the Gulf of Aden. You study hard and make the most of your time on the internet you want to please Master. The three hours go by quickly. As you log off the internet, you mentally survey the house. Each room is neat but lived in. Master did not leave you any chores for the day. He always says we live in a house not a museum, he is not obsessed with everything being in the right place and spotless. He actually gets mad sometimes when you put his stuff away. He likes things where he left them. You would lick the kitchen floor clean if he told you too but he is not that kind of Master. Your mind wanders back to Thursday. After Master left, you cleaned up a bit, took your shower and called Master before you left for class. You told him exactly what you were wearing and how your brunette hair was done. Master does not allow you to wear make up, he says you are beautiful without it. You choose the 2" red collar to match your red thong. Then you took your picture with the camera phone and sent it to Master as you stood by the door and waited for his text approving of what you were wearing before you left for class. A few of your classmates have asked about your collar. Most accept your answer when you tell them that you wear it for your Master. One young man told you he was going to make you kneel for him after class and suck his cock, he would be your new master. He was pretty pissed when you told him proudly "I only kneel for my Master not little boys that think with their cock and not their head." You hope that Master never finds out that he called you a fucking whore slut when you told him that. No telling what Master might do to him. One woman in class asked you so many questions about Master; she wants to see the special room Master has for you, and asked you to talk with Master, to see if he will let her join you in it with him. You don't want to share Master with her, but you will tell him anyway. Your mind is so occupied with what happened on Thursday you don't hear the phone ringing. Jumping up, you run to answer it. How many times did it ring? Certainly, it rang more than once. Master says, "Hello," when you answer and you can tell by his tone it definitely rang more than once. He calmly tells you, "Go to the butcher and pick up six steaks for dinner tonight, then get three bottles of red wine. When you get back home season the steaks with my special rub one teaspoon per side and put them in the fridge. After that you may eat lunch, then take out clothes for the two of us for the evening." You want to get excited about what he has planned for the night, six steaks and three bottles of wine; you know it is going to be a special evening. Master is an excellent cook and his steaks are to die for. His guests must be very important. But there is a brief pause before Master continues and you know what he is about to say. Your body becomes tense as you hear the words spoken by Master, "When you finish your lunch go to your room." The words echo in your head, "Go to your room." Chapter 2 You miss Master, one of the hardest things you do each day is wait for Master to come home. He gives you a lot of freedom, but even when you are out doing things, you are still waiting for him to come home. It is hard enough to wait for him as it is, waiting for him in your room is pure torture. You look at your watch, 10:15 AM; it will only take an hour to do Master's shopping, a few minutes to season the steaks and 15 minutes to eat lunch. You will be in your room by noon and Master is not home until 6 PM. 6 hours of waiting in your room. After doing a few quick things around the house you call Master back and tell him what you are wearing, send him a photo, wait for his reply, and leave. At the butcher's market, men and women turn their heads as you walk by. At a petite five feet four inches, you carry yourself with a level of confidence very few people have. Master has instilled this in you from the first time he took you home, but there is something else as well. Ever since you had your first black cock there was something different about you, the way you walk, how you look, the way you hold your head when you enter a room. Other white women who have had a black cock know immediately that you are one of them, a Black Cock Slut. You still have sex with men of all races, when Master approves, but when you want to be fucked, it takes a long, hard, black cock deep in your tight white pussy to satisfy your desires. The things Master does to you with his hard, thick cock, always pounding your cunt or asshole; it feels like your insides are being stretched apart. It does not matter if he fucks your pussy, your ass, or your mouth; you have the most intense orgasms you have ever had with him. After he finishes fucking your asshole, the whole area is purple and blue and it seems like it takes days for it to close tightly again… Just thinking about it causes your juices to flow; you feel your wetness on your thong as you think about Master abusing your asshole. The butcher stares at your collar while you order the six New York strip steaks. As you reach for the bag he put them in, the nipple clamp digs into your left nipple, the teeth scraping the flesh. Your face says it all as your wince in pain. The butcher says softly, "You've been a bad girl." Embarrassment and shame sweeps across you, he knows you have displeased Master, that you are a slave not worthy of Master's love and attention. You lower your head in shame and humility for a quick second before you hear Master's words in your head, "You are my pet don't ever lower your head in shame in public. You belong to me and are a strong woman, never bow to anyone but me." His words bring back your confidence and you stand tall and proud again in spite of the pain. The butcher nods his head in approval and says quietly, "Please him." You pay for the steaks, swing by the wine store, then head for home. Looking at your watch as you walk in the door, its 11:30, you know Master will call around 12:15. After quickly seasoning the steaks and eating lunch, you pick out your clothes for the evening. A white linen shirt and pants for Master, purple corset and black mini skirt for you. Your palms start to sweat as you get undressed, your mouth is dry as you prepare to walk to the basement. Slowly you head downstairs, fear grips you as you think about what Master has waiting for you in your room. Master will have already decided which equipment you will use, the horse, the cross, or the stockade. He designed them all so you can lock yourself in them by yourself. You walk into your room in the back of the basement, written on the chalkboard is "YOUR BODY IS FOR MY PLEASURE, NOT FOR YOURS." The cross is in the center of the room facing the chalkboard. The electric pussy clamps are laid out on the floor in front of the cross. Slowly, your hands trembling, you attach the clamps to your inner pussy lips then lock yourself in the cross; legs spread and in the ankle lock first, then your left wrist over your head, and finally the right wrist. The lock is spring loaded so it snaps shut when you place your wrist in it. 12:10 PM, you wait for the speaker phone to ring, for it to answer automatically on the second ring and to hear Master's voice. As you wait, you try to decide if being able to see the clock on the wall is a good thing or a bad thing. The clock moves so slowly, but would not knowing what time it is be even worse? 12:17 PM, the phone rings twice and answers automatically. You answer, "MASTER," your voice cracking, "I am sorry, my body is for your pleasure not for my own," tears streaming down your face. He does not ask about the steaks or wine, he knows that you completed your tasks, he simply says, "When will you learn?" You know not to answer; it will only make the training harsher. Master says, "On," the generator for the pussy clamps turns on, and it delivers its first shock to your sweet pussy lips. As the shock travels through your pussy, you cry out, "I am sorry Master." The generator is on a random timer, the next shocks could be 10 minutes, 35 minutes, 17, or even 2 minutes apart and they will vary in duration and intensity. Master says, "Stretch," and the cross begins to spread ever so slightly. He will have already programmed where it will stop, at some point just before your pussy starts to tear and your arms pop out of their sockets. "Please Master, please," you beg, "I am so sorry, I will not touch myself again." You hear Master hang up. One of the hardest things about serving Master is waiting... The door to your room opens at 6 PM; it smells of sweat and urine. When Master walks in you are physically exhausted. Almost six hours of shocks and being stretched to your limits has taken its toll on you. You cannot remember how many times you peed; your legs and feet are covered in urine. Your body has gone numb hours ago. Master lifts your head and looks into your eyes and gently says, "Your body is for my pleasure not your own, your are my pet, your holes are for my cock to use as I see fit and your breasts belong to me. I decide when you are to feel pleasure." You cry uncontrollably, not from the pain you are in but from the knowledge that you disappointed Master. Your throat is so sore from the screams caused by the electric shocks you can barely whisper, "Yes Master, my body is for your pleasure," your voice cracking, "not for mine." Master tilts your head back slightly and holds the cup of warm tea with brandy, honey, and lemon to your lips. You sip eagerly as the soothing tea coats your throat; Master holds the cup to your lips until you are finished. Next, he unclips your nipple and pussy clamps then releases you from the cross. You collapse in his arms, too weak to stand. He carries you up to the bedroom and into the bathroom where he has already prepared a hot bath for you. Placing you in the tub, he washes your body, massaging your shoulders and hips as he washes you, cleaning the urine from your legs and feet. "We will have four guests for dinner tonight. We will eat at 9:30 PM and you will entertain our guests after dinner, my beautiful pet." After bathing you, Master towels you dry and carries you to the bed. He rubs his special salve on your nipples and pussy lips. His hands caress your ass gently as he softly tells you to go to sleep. "I will be back in two hours," he says as he walks out the room quietly… The warm tongue on your pussy wakes you two hours later. Master's face is between your legs and his tongue is covering your pussy. He licks your outer lips first, up one side then down the other alternating from side to side. His hot breath on your pussy feels almost as good as his tongue. His hands slide under you ass as the tip of his tongue parts your inner lips; it slides along your slit tasting your wetness. He licks you slowly from the bottom of your pussy to the top just barely touching the hood covering your clit before traveling back down your slit. Master is waiting for that little button to pop out from under its hood before taking it in his mouth. He licks and sucks your pussy sliding his tongue in your cunt enjoying your flowing juices. You want to buck, to thrust your hips in his face, guide his mouth to your clit but your pussy is for Master's pleasure... Your now swollen clit peaks out from under its hood and Master sucks it into his mouth, his tongue slides under it and holds it on its tip. When he sucks on your clit, your knees jerk closed, and you wrap your thighs around Master's head. My Master "Don't cum" he commands, as he slides a finger into your asshole. You rise up to accept his finger and press your cunt against his mouth. Again, he commands you, "Don't cum," but you feel the wave start inside your pussy. You bite your lip hard drawing blood, temporarily stopping the wave. Master releases your clit and slides his tongue back into your pussy sucking your inner lips. He works his finger deeper into your asshole, sliding it in and out of you, finger fucking your ass. You look down at his clean shaven head, his dark skin an erotic contrast between you milky white thighs as it moves in rhythm with his tongue. Finally, he commands you, "Cum," in a firm voice, as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. The orgasm hits you instantly and spreads through you like hot fire; you thrust your hips up raising your ass off the bed, you asshole squeezes his finger as you close your thighs tightly around Master's head. "Yes Master" you scream, "Oh my god yes, Master…" When your orgasm finally subsides, you release Master's head from between your shaking thighs, lying on the bed, basking in the glow of your orgasm. The smile on your face is a reflection of the pleasure Master just gave you and for the pleasure he will give you later on this evening. You sigh contently as Master says, "Our guests will be here in 30 minutes, get dressed." Chapter 3 You put on the clothes Master told you to lay out, a purple g-string, black mini skirt, purple corset, black collar, and your leash with the black handle. Master is on the deck preparing the grill for the steaks when the doorbell rings. You wait for him to take your leash and lead you to the door where you kneel beside him as he opens it. Two handsome black men, Rob and Steve and their wives Megan and Vicky walk through the door. Master will have you taking care of their big cocks before the evening is over. After the introductions, Master gives you a quick tap on your ass with his crop, letting you know to stand. He leads you and the guests into the living room giving you instructions on what drinks to get for the women, you slide into the role of host and serve the women as the men go out on the deck. As soon as they leave, the two women begin to quiz you about the collar, the leash, and Master. You answer all of their questions and get to know them a little; you hope Master will let you lick their pussies and allow some strap on play before the night ends. Out on the deck Master goes over the rules with the men while the steaks are cooking, he will not allow another man to fuck your ass, anal sex is very special to Master. Also, he put all the whips and the more hardcore items under lock and key, he does not want some inexperienced wanna be Dom doing bodily harm to you. The leather paddles, cuffs, ropes, smooth nipple clamps, vibrators, and dildos will all be out and ready for use. Before dinner is served, Master orders you onto the coffee table; you get on all fours and lower your head, your ass high in the air, and exposed. Master plays with your ass rubbing it, spreading your cheeks, exposing your hole to the guest. After lubing your asshole, Master slides his finger in you, stretching you open a little, preparing you for what is to come. Relaxing, you push back on his finger taking it all the way in. As the guests watch he inserts one of the larger butt plugs into your asshole. You let out a soft moan as your ass accepts the plug. It stretches your hole wide open as he slides it into you. The thick end is four inches in diameter and it hurts as Master pushes it all the way in. Groaning as he forces the base against your cheeks you accept the discomfort knowing the pain will soon turn to pleasure. Megan eagerly asks, "Can I have a plug for my ass too, please?" Begging Master for it. Master takes out a smaller plug for her and tells you, "Lick her asshole to get it ready, my pet." Megan kneels in front of the couch, places her face on it and spreads her ass cheeks. You slide your tongue along her crack, rimming her asshole before inserting your tongue in it. Master gives you a stinging tap on your inner thigh with his crop and you spread your legs open. Steve slides under you and begins to eat your wet pussy. As Master hands you the butt plug for Megan he tells you, "Don't cum," his voice stern and full of authority. You lick Megan's asshole until you feel her start to relax, working your tongue in and out of her, massaging her ass with your hands to help her. Sliding two fingers into her pussy, you stroke her g-spot, rubbing it while you lick her asshole until you feel her orgasm begin. Her pussy starts to contract, as the orgasm flows through her, trying to push your fingers out as she cums. You lube the plug and begin to work it slowly into her virgin asshole. You calmly tell her, "Relax," as you slide it in, working it in deeper. Steve jerks suddenly as you grind your pussy into his mouth, unable to control himself he spills his load in his pants. With the plug all the way in Megan, Master tells you, "Clean Steve up and we will eat". You eagerly obey, undoing Steve's pants, licking and sucking his cock and balls, cleaning up every drop of his warm cum. Dinner was fantastic; the steaks were perfect and Master lets you eat on the floor next to him instead of under the table as usual. Megan is clearly into what is about to take place, Rob, her husband, is a little shy and nervous. Steve is embarrassed over his premature ejaculation and even more so when Master gives him a Viagra tablet to make sure he can perform after dinner. Vicky is hard to read. Unlike Megan, whom you know needs to be dominated by Master, Vicky is quiet, not shy, just quiet, observing everything as if she is trying to process the situation. Did she agree to be here or did Steve make her come? Is she ready for Master to take her to places she has never been before or is she too conservative? After a few minutes, you stop trying to analyze Vicky and move on to the two cocks you will fuck and suck for the rest of the evening. Steve is well hung and you hope he can last long enough for you to feel his big cock deep in your pussy. Master has always made the weekends special. On Friday nights, two or more cocks are always guests. Two weeks ago, nine black men pounded your pussy as you lay spread eagled, tied to the bed, one after the other. Your pussy was stroked raw, as soon as one came another filled your hole. Throughout the night, each man fucked you three times squirting their cum in your soaking cunt. Sometimes Master has some pussy over for dinner as well and lets you use the strap on toys and vibrators. Saturday nights through Monday mornings, always belong to Master though. You smile as you look at Rob and Steve knowing you will make them cum more times than they ever have in a night, sucking their cocks and allowing them to fuck you… Master orders Megan, "Remove your clothes and clear the table." Her pink nipples harden and standout on her pale white breasts as soon as she removes her top, you notice the damp spot on her skirt that she tosses on the back of chair before she picks up the plates. "Vicky, refill the wine glasses," Master says persuasively. She obeys and begins to fill the glasses walking around the table. When Vicky stands next to Master you already know what is about to happen, he moves so quickly and with such force, there is nothing she can do. As Vicky puts the wine bottle down, Master's arm is around her waist and she is lying across his lap before she knows what happened. Master has her skirt is up, her thong is pulled aside and he rams a rather large butt plug in her ass. "AHHHHHH" Vicky screams. She tries to fight but Master can put on handcuffs faster than the best police officer ever could, the ball gag is next, after the ball gag, her legs are tied at the ankles. Vicky struggles to get free, a look of pure terror is on her face, but no one escapes Master. Master grabs your leash and says, "Let's all go downstairs." Chapter 4 He picks Vicky up, the plug firmly in her tight black ass; tosses her on his shoulder and leads the way to the basement, to your special room. What Master has done with your room in the basement is incredible. An 18th century dungeon meets Star Wars. All the traditional equipment is there, various racks, horses, a cross, two stockades, four cages of different sizes and two bondage beds, but everything is automated. Each piece of equipment adjusts for different body types to inflict the maximum amount of pain and restraint when needed. The suspension ropes raise and lower at the push of a button so the victim is always at the perfect height for fucking, caning, whipping, or whatever is desired. The stockades and horses adjust to different heights to keep the person locked at the perfect position. The torch lights dim and flicker to highlight the dungeon theme. The gray walls are finished with a block texture and instead of the traditional pictures on the walls, Master built flat panel TVs into them and he shows scenes from director Andrew Blake's erotic movies. The floor is a special tile with drains in various places so bodily fluids can be easily washed away. The only thing out of place is the smooth jazz that Master plays in the background. Some music much more dark and sinister would seem to better suit the atmosphere. Master locks Vicky in the stockade and adjusts it so her waist is bent at a 90-degree angle. He puts a tall candle between her ample ass cheeks, lights it, and tells her in his stern voice, "It better not hit the floor." Next, he leads Megan to the bondage bed, which is set up in front of the stockade so Vicky can watch everything that happens to Megan. Master places a small horse under Megan and straps her to the bed on all fours, her white ass is up and ready to be mounted by Master. As you turn your attention to Rob and Steve, you see Master shove his cock into Megan's mouth. The fun has just begun. You lead Rob and Steve over to the horse so you can easily suck one cock while the other pounds your pussy from behind. Helping both of them out of their pants and boxer shorts you drop down to your knees to suck their cocks. Seeing Rob's cock for the first time, you notice how huge he is, a full 9 inches. You alternate between the two cocks at first, sucking their big balls into your mouth, and licking along the length of each of their shafts before taking one down your throat then the other. Your head bobs back and forth between each one, pre cum oozes out onto the head of their cocks. Using the tip of your tongue, you lick it off, and then push the tip of your tongue into their pee hole driving them crazy. Their husky voices encourage you as you lick and suck their cocks, inspiring you to please them. "Suck it baby." "Take all of it down your throat." "MMM, lick my balls, feel how full they are." You take them both in your mouth at once. The big heads of their hard black cocks stretch your mouth wide open. Holding their full balls in your hands as you suck the heads, you massage them, coaxing them to shoot their loads on your face. Glancing over at Vicky, her face a picture of dread, the hot wax has been dripping down the crack of her big ass but has not reached that sensitive area between her asshole and pussy yet. From the look on her face you know it's close. Megan is begging Master to fuck her pussy when his cock is not in her mouth. But Master keeps fucking her face, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth and down her throat, letting her taste his pre-cum. Rob pulling his cock out of your mouth says, "Get on the horse please." You smile at his politeness and instruct them on how to strap you down. Rob gets behind you and starts to lick your pussy; Steve shoves his cock back in your mouth, grabs your hair, and begins to fuck your face. As his large cock slides down your throat; you swallow and suck it hard. You can tell Steve has never had someone as experienced as you, so backing off your intensity a little, you hope he will last long enough to feel his cock stretching your pussy. Rob begins to use one of the vibrators on your pussy working it with surprising skill, leaving it on your clit just long enough before sliding it into your cunt then back to your clit. The candle that was wedged between Vicky's cheeks hits the floor… The crack of Master's leather paddle on Vicky's ass echoes in the room. Master takes the gag from her mouth so everyone can hear her beg Master to stop paddling her ass. "PLEASE, Sir Stop!" but Master's paddle smacks her ass. "I didn't mean it Sir!" Vicky yells her voice cracking with fear. Master whacks her ass with the paddle again, the sound of it smacking against her flesh reverberates through the room. "Please, I will do anything Sir," Vicky begs, but Master smacks her ass again. "Please stop!" Vicky cries out her voice trembling as Master continues. 13, 14, 15 strokes before Master finally stops, as tears stream down Vicky's face, he adjusts the stockade so her pussy is level with his cock. The nipple clamps are attached to Vicky's firm tits and the chains are passed over her shoulders. Master holds them like the reins for a horse and pulls back on them as he slides his cock in Vicky's pussy. Her yell is a combination of pain and pleasure as Master's cock plows into her wet cunt, while pulling back on the reins, stretching her nipples and tits. His thrusts are hard and powerful causing Vicky to scream loudly with each stroke. "Oh my god stop," she moans, not sure if she is in agony or ecstasy as Master continues to pound her pussy. Megan begs Master to fuck her just like that, pleading with Master to shove his cock into her cunt and ass. "Please fuck me like that Master, fuck my pussy hard, I need your big cock in my cunt Master," Megan pleads in desperation. Steve, watching Master slam his wife's pussy explodes in your mouth, thirsty for his cum you take it all in, sucking every drop from his cock. You feel the head of Rob's cock brush your pussy lips before he starts to enter you, but not being able to turn and see him while strapped to the horse, you're not ready for him to slide his full 9 inches into you down to his balls. You moan loudly, "Unnnhhhhhhh," Rob has stretched your pussy like it has never been stretched before. Rob strokes your pussy in time with Master stroking Vicky's, the two of you moaning together as your pussies are beaten in rhythm. Quiet, conservative Vicky howls like a wild coyote when her orgasm hits her, racking her whole body, as Master's cock slides in and out of her tight cunt. Rob's cock is hitting your g-spot as he strokes your pussy, your lips are spread wide, you try to look behind you to see his cock but it is impossible. The head of his cock is huge and pushes on your cervix when all 9 inches are deep in your pussy. He grunts loudly as his final long hard thrusts pound your cunt. Master says, "cum" just as Rob squirts his load in your pussy and you cum with him, his hot cum mixing with yours filling you, then running out of your cunt down your inner thigh. You thank Master, not only for letting you cum, but also for inviting Rob and his 9 inch cock. Master quickly un-straps you and moves you from the horse to the bed in front of Megan, He pushes Megan's face in your cunt as it oozes your nectar and Rob's seed. Master orders Megan, "Lick her clean and make her cum again." Then he stands behind Megan and drives his cock in her pussy. "Yes Master, fuck my pussy hard with your thick black cock." Megan yells as Master slams her pussy repeatedly. Megan can barely keep her tongue in your cunt Master is fucking her so hard. The ropes are burning her wrists and ankles as she is pushed against them. You grab her head to steady it, and she sticks her tongue between your inner lips. Each time Master strokes Megan, her head moves forward making her lick your clit. Vicky freed from her inhibitions yells, "Master, fuck her harder, tear her pussy open." Megan's whole body shakes and convulses as she cums, her pussy throbbing, she yells, "don't stop, fuck my pussy harder, and fill me with your seed!" When her orgasm subsides, Master pulls out of her hot pussy and walks up to you. Sliding his cock into your mouth you taste Megan's pussy and suck out Master's hot cum. Drinking it all, you don't share any with Megan who is begging to taste it. He is my Master you think to yourself, his cum is all for me not any for you. You push your pussy into Megan's mouth; grinding it against her lips to shut her up. While watching Megan eat your pussy, Vicky begs Steve, "use the vibrator on my pussy, make me cum again." Megan's tongue is dancing on your pussy, teasing you. Grabbing her hair, your pussy on her mouth and nose, you thrust your hips back and forth bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. Just when you cannot take it any longer and are about to explode Master says, "cum." Pulling Megan's hair you squirt your cum into her mouth and on her face. Collapsing on the bed, your pussy lips throbbing from your orgasm, you lay next to Megan exhausted. Steve works Vicky's pussy over with the vibrator bringing her to her second orgasm of the evening shortly after yours. When you catch your breath Master orders you, "Untie Megan," as he takes Vicky out of the stockade. You serve refreshments to everyone, and then kneel beside Master eagerly waiting for what is next. Chapter 5 As you all talk about what just took place Megan comes over and stands by Master. She puts her left hand on his shoulder and her right hand cups his balls, massaging them. Her husband Rob has a huge cock but he is shy and lacks confidence even though he knows how to stroke a pussy. There is something about Master's confidence, the way he dominates people without intimidating them, almost willing them into submission that attracts people to him. Megan needs to be dominated, she needs to serve a black Master, she wants your Master. She strokes Master's cock, playing with his head before returning her hand to his balls. You stiffen; I want Master's cock in my hands, playing with is balls. Get your slutty hands off my Master; you're not good enough for him. I am his pet, I know how to care for and serve him, not you, you're nothing but a whore. Sensing your change in demeanor, Master administers five hard strokes on your ass with his crop. Biting your lip and wincing with each stroke, you really hope that Master will let you play with Megan… After everyone has rested Master takes Megan and Vicky over to the cross. Strapping Vicky to it, he gives Megan the nipple and pussy clamps, a vibrator, and a strap on dildo. He quietly tells Megan, "Be patient my slut; my cock will be deep in your ass soon," and then leaves her to have her way with Vicky. Master tells Steve to lie down on the bed and orders you to get him hard. You take his cock into your mouth sucking on just the head, circling it with your tongue, playing with his small hole. Then, licking the shaft, you work your way down to his balls taking one then the other into your mouth. Your tongue covers them with your spit as you hold them, sucking each one. His cock slowly hardens as you take him into your mouth all the while Rob and Master watch. Sucking harder your head bobs up and down on his shaft bringing him to full attention. Master tells you to sit on Steve's cock. You straddle him and guide his cock deep into your cunt. Rob, "Fuck her mouth," Master says. Rob obeys and positions himself on his knees in front of you sliding his cock into your waiting mouth. Master removes your butt plug, spreads your ass cheeks and slides his cock into your open asshole. My Master Steve, so excited from you riding his cock growls, "You cum dump, you fucking slut, ride this big cock hard with your pussy, take it in down to my balls." He squeezes your hard nipples, pulling on your tits as all three of your holes are filled with black cocks. You ride Steve's cock hard as Master fucks your ass, his balls slapping your cunt. Master rides your ass, pulling back leaving just the tip of his cock in your gaping hole, pausing, making you wait before his head plows back down your tunnel. Rob is trying to shove all 9 inches down your throat, holding your head, his balls almost on your chin. Steve's cock has your pussy stuffed, and he is pinching and pulling your nipples just right while squeezing your tits. Master's cock is working your asshole as only Master can. The feeling of three cocks stretching each one of your holes is more than you can handle. Your orgasm is tremendous, wracking your whole body, almost causing you to pass out from its intensity. Master rolls you over on the bed, your pussy and asshole still open; Rob, Steve and Master stand over you and stroke their cocks until they squirt their full loads on your face and tits covering you with their cum. You wipe up their hot cum up with your fingers and lick them clean getting every drop. Megan has attached the nipple clamps to Vicky's tits and has been using the vibrator on her open pussy working it on her lips and clit. Vicky is moaning with pleasure as the vibe sends sensations deep into her pussy. "Pet, help Megan put on the strap on dildo so we can all gather around and watch her fuck Vicky." You scurry over to Megan and Vicky quickly. Snatching the strap on from Megan's hand you begin to buckle it on her. Somehow the buckle catches Megan's skin as you cinch it tight, causing her to scream in pain drawing blood. Displeased with you, Master leads you to the stockade and locks you in. He helps Megan with the dildo after cleaning her up and guides Megan as she slides it into Vicky's open pussy. As Megan fucks Vicky, Master paddles your ass matching Megan's stokes. You stifle your cries of pain and hold back your tears as each stroke smacks your ass. Master continues until Vicky finally screams in orgasm. But Master is not done with you yet. He tells Rob and Steve to take care of Vicky as he brings Megan in front of you. Positioning Megan on the horse, he removes her butt plug and mounts her, sliding his cock deep into her asshole. Crying out with pleasure Megan yells, "Fuck my asshole Master, it's your asshole now Master, you own my white ass. Fuck me; give me all your black cock deep in my tight asshole." Master's strokes are long and hard as he slams her asshole, stretching it open, abusing her ass with his cock. Megan willing surrenders her ass to Master, giving it to him freely, telling him he can have her ass whenever he wants it. Your anger builds as you watch Megan enjoy Master's cock, your cock. Megan screams as each orgasmic wave washes over her body. She has wanted Master's cock in her ass all night and now is enjoying the sheer bliss of him fucking her. Megan cums multiple times before Master finally unleashes his load in her ass, squirting his hot cum deep inside her hole. When he finally pulls out of Megan, he lowers the stockade you are in so your face is level with his cock, then Master slides his cock covered with cum and Megan's ass into your mouth. He does not have to say a word as you clean it with your tongue; the taste of Megan's ass on his cock says it all. Humiliated, you suck his cock clean. Steve and Rob have been taking turns pounding Vicky's pussy. One strokes her cunt while the other one abuses her tits with the nipple clamps or works a dildo in her asshole, then they switch. Rob lets loose one of the biggest loads of cum you have ever seen, hitting Vicky in the face and tits. Steve shoots his load onto her chest, yelling as he cums. Master releases Vicky from the cross. The men and women are exhausted, spent from a night of fucking and multiple orgasms and sit down to rest. After handing out towels and bottled water to everyone, you kneel beside Master. The guests clean up and get dressed while thanking Master for a wonderful night. They all ask when they can return. You see Megan slip Master a note when she gives him a hug goodbye and wonder what it says. It's 6 AM Saturday morning, after the guests leave Master leads you out on the deck to watch the sun rise before the two of you go to bed. You kneel beside him, your head resting on his thigh, his hand caressing your cheek as the sun covers you in its orange glow. "Come my pet, let's go to bed." Master plays with your ass as you lie next to him. You smile as you drift off to sleep because you know from Saturday night to Monday morning you belong to Master. My Master I walk up to his lair with apprehension. Once I enter, there is no turning back. I will be his and no longer mine. I will do whatever he says, no matter what. That was the arrangement. I take a deep breath and use the heavy knocker on the dungeon-like door. He answers the door and steps aside to let me in. The inside looks like a normal living room and a normal dining room off to one side. I guess even he has to keep up appearances. I see a young beautiful blonde walk into the kitchen, she is naked except for her black, four inch stilettos. "You must be..." he trails off. "Emily" "No. You are now Slave Emily. Take off all of your clothes and give them to Slave Allison. Then I will begin your inspection" He then screams "Slave Allison!!" Another beautiful girl scurries into the living room, "Yes, master?" "Take Slave Emily's clothes and dispose of them. She won't be needing them anymore. Now you, stand with your legs shoulder with apart for your inspection." I stood there, heart pounding. He began by running his fingers through my brown hair. He lightly touched my cheek and lips next. Then, after lifting up my arms, he moved onto my breasts. He carefully rubbed each nipple in circles until they were fully erect. Then he pinched each one until I flinched from the pain. "Get used to that," he said. "Ok" He then slapped me across the face. "No, you will answer me by saying 'yes, master.' Do you understand?" "Yes, master. I'm sorry, master" He continued to pinch and rub my nipples until he was satisfied and began kneading my breasts in his hands. I was humiliated from him slapping me and being inspected like a piece of meat. I loved it. I could already feel the wetness and fire in my loins. After he was done with my breasts he told me to bend over. He ran his fingers from my clit to my asshole, where he rubbed and inserted a finger. I moaned in delight. When he removed it, I was dissappointed, but then he spanked both of my ass cheeks as hard as he could. Then he told me to lay on the dining room table and spread my legs. He put his face very close to my pussy and started rubbing it, spreading the wetness around. My toes curled and I almost begged him to fuck me but I remembered my place. I didn't want to be punished just yet. I wanted my master to use and abuse me for his pleasure. I even wanted his guests to use me. I knew that was part of the agreement and I was a little apprehensive at first. But in the complete state of desire I was in, I knew I would enjoy every second of it. "Hmm, very good." He stood up and helped me off the table. I knew then that even though he was my master, he was a gentleman and I would grow to love him very soon. "Do I please you, my master?" I asked "Yes, you are acceptable. Now go with Slave Allison. She will show you your room and prepare you for me. Once I have had my meal I will be enjoying you. Slave Allison, remember what you have learned and take care of Slave Emily." Damn, I was hoping that he would have taken me right then and there, with Slave Allison watching. But he is my master and he has his own agenda and plans for me. And I must follow them. I followed Slave Allison up to my room. She instructed me to lie on the bed so she could tie me down. "Don't worry sister, the first day is always the easiest." She tied my arms and legs to the 4 posts of the bed. I thought that was it and I would be waiting there for my master, but then Slave Allison got in between my legs and started licking my even wetter pusy. She started slowly, from the hole to my clit, in little circles around my clit and back down to my hole. She had an exquisite tongue. I knew it wouldn't be long before I was cumming in her mouth. Pretty soon, she put her fingers inside of me and began rubbing my g-spot while her tongue lapped viciously at my clit. I was writhing and pulling at my bonds I was in so much pleasure. When I was on the very brink of my orgasm, she suddenly stopped. "I'm sorry," she said, "the rules are that only the master can give you permission to orgasm or make you orgasm." She then proceeded to take a box out from under the bed. Out came nipple clamps, and onto my nipples they went. Then she pulled out a blindfold and adorned me with that as well. I expected a gag next, but instead she put the box away. I suppose if I was gagged I would not be able to gag on my my master's cock. I could not wait to do that. Slave Allison kissed me tenderly before walking out of the room. Although it was only a short time, it seemed like eternity before my master walked into the room. "Perfect, just how I like them," he muttered to himself. As soon as I heard his voice my juices instantly started flowing. I was ready for whatever he had to offer. "You're going to suck my cock like a good slave," he said as he got on top of my with his huge erection next to my face. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue along the underside of his dick and back up, running my tongue around the tip of his penis. I licked it like an ice cream cone until he grabbed my chin and forced it into my mouth. Now I was starting to get really wet. I began sucking lightly, licking all around. Pretty soon he started forcefully fucking my mouth. I was gagging on his dick and sucking as hard as possible. I was completely enjoying being used by my master in such a way. When he was done fucking my face, I begged him to let me lick and suck on his balls, knowing he would enjoy that. He set his balls on my chin and I greedily lapped at them and got both of them into my mouth. I licked and sucked on them ever so lightly. I loved it when I heard my master moan in delight. I thought he was done when he took my blindfold off and released me from my bonds. However, he proceeded to tape my hands behind my back while I was lying on my side. He slapped my ass a few times and I shivered from the pleasure. He slowly pushed his dick into my tight pussy and I moaned louder than I expected to. "Shut up bitch!" he said and slapped my ass, hard. He then started choking me while he was fucking me ever so slowly. My mind and body were on a completely different planet. I was in pleasure heaven. Apparently I continued to moan because he stopped fucking me so he could shove a gag in my mouth. "Moan on that, slave," he said. Then he started fucking me hard. I was in ecstasy. When he put his hand around my throat and started choking me again, I lost it and came. I screamed into my gag while he continued to pound my pussy. I couldn't breathe but I didn't care. When he flipped me on my stomache and pushed my face into the bed, I came again but even harder. "If you liked that you're going to like this even more," he whispered into my ear as he pulled out of my pussy and placed his huge cock at my asshole entrance. He started pushing in and I wriggled, trying to get away. I had never had anything in my ass before and his huge cock was sure to tear me apart. "Don't you dare try to get away from me slut!" he shouted and I cowered. "You're soon going to learn your place." In punishment, he shoved it all the way in my ass in one stroke. I screamed in pain. Luckily is cock was wet enough from my pussy to lubricate it. He began going in and out of my asshole, slowly at first, thankfully. After the pain subsided I was left with intense pleasure. He soon started to move faster. He slapped my ass a few times and it wasn't long before I was cumming again. I squealed in delight as many waves of orgasm overtook my body. Soon I could tell he was close. He took the gag out of my mouth and told me to open wide because I was going to swallow all of his cum. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, waiting to taste his seed. I swallowed it all and it tasted amazing. I laid on the bed, waiting for him to untie my arms. They were already numb from being taped behind my back. "You are to wait here, slave. I am done with you for the night but my wife will be in shortly to use you for her pleasure as well." So I lied there again, in the dark, waiting... My Master Everyone in this story is of age. This story is the property of UnAuteur and written specifically for use on Literotica.com. If you find it on any other site, it has been plagiarized. *** I lie flat on my back on the bed, my erection jutting out from my lower belly. I have an urgent need to touch myself, but I dare not do it without Master's permission. Still... one quick stroke can't hurt, right? With this thought on my mind, I reach down and encircle my throbbing member with my hand and start jerking off slowly and gently. "Bitch, did I tell you to masturbate?" Master's voice booms from the doorway and I drop my hand, afraid and ashamed. Too afraid and ashamed to answer. "I asked you a question, slut. Did I ask you to masturbate?" "N-No, Master," I reply as he makes his way over to the bed. "But I was so horny..." "You're a whore, you're always horny," He states. "That does not give you the right to touch yourself without my permission. You will be punished now." "Y-Yes, Master," I whisper, afraid and yet aroused at the same time. Master retreats into the large cupboard in our bedroom and returns with our bag of 'fun gear' as he likes to call it. "Come here, bitch," He says, beckoning me to him. I stand up but he shakes his head. "Crawl like the little slut you are." Instantly, I drop to my hands and knees and crawl over to Master, where I kneel at his feet and look up at him through the black hair which partially obscures my emerald green eyes from view. "You're a naughty little bitch," He tells me. "And we know what happens to naughty little bitches, don't we?" "Yes, Master," I nod, because I do know and, whilst it's something I fear, I love it. "And what does happen to naughty little bitches?" He asks me, as he fastens the leather collar around my neck and attaches the chain leash. "Naughty little bitches get spanked and then put in their place by Master," I recite. "Good. And that's what's going to happen to you. Why?" He asks, leading me over to the desk in the corner of the room. "Because I'm so so naughty, Master," I say as seductively as I can. Master lifts me to my feet and bends me over the desk. With soft, white ropes he binds my wrists and ankles to the desk so I couldn't move even if I wanted to. He delves into the bag again and produces a thick black leather bit gag. "Open wide for Master," He says. I do as I'm told and he places the gag in my mouth, fastening it tightly at the back of my head. I blink up at Master with fearful eyes, and his gaze meets mine. It's a magnificent gaze; full of passion and anger and lust and love. It's a stare that instantly makes me feel safer in this position, bent over a desk with my tight, bare twenty-year-old ass exposed and about to be spanked. Master bends until his head is at my level and kisses my forehead. "I love you." He tells me. I try to tell him that I love him too, but my words are muffled around the gag. He knows what I mean though, and strokes my body as he walks around to my naked ass. SMACK! Master's hand connects heavily with my ass cheek before I'm ready and I give a muffled yell. "I'm going to give you one smack for every year of your age. I expect you to count," He informed me. One... SMACK! Two... SMACK! Three... After what seemed like a lifetime the twentieth smack finally fell and I moaned with relief, knowing that the pain was over and now it was time for pleasure. I heard a squirting sound as Master applied lube to his ten-inch-long and four-inch-thick cock. He also applied a little to my silky smooth, shaven crack and pressed one finger inside of me, wriggling it around to loosen me up. I moaned into my gag and Master chuckled. "You like being fingered, don't you, slut?" He hissed. Unable to respond verbally, I simply gave another muffled moan. When Master was satisfied that I was ready for him inside me, he removed his finger. He pressed the huge head of his uncut cock against my hole. Master never was one for being gentle; he rammed his whole length inside of me and I yelped at the sudden sensation of pain, which was quickly overtaken by pleasure. Master gripped my narrow hips as he slammed his heavy meat in and out of my asshole. I moaned and groaned around the gag in ecstasy. Master moaned too. "Oh yeah, you're such a fucking dirty bitch. You want it harder, slut?" He said. He took my excited moan as a yes and started to fuck me harder and faster. Sweat poured down my back and my face, and I could only imagine that Master looked the same. With a loud, strangled, muffled cry, I came all over my belly, the desk and the floor. Soon after Master screamed. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" He yelled as he shot his sweet, warm seed inside of my tight sluttish ass. When Master's orgasm was finished, he untied and de-gagged me. Using his fingers he scooped my cum off of my belly and held it up to my face. "You made a mess bitch, you clean it up," He said. I hungrily licked his fingers, happily eating my own seed. When I'd cleaned up all of my delicious cum, Master tumbled onto the bed and pulled me with him. "I love you, Master," I whispered. "I love you too -- but now it's time to sleep. I wouldn't want you to be tired, not with what I have planned for you tomorrow morning," He winked. In my dreams, I saw all the wonderful, wonderful things Master might do to me. My Master I looked up at him in his dark red satin panties. I knew they made him excited, I could see the outline of his hard cock distorting the fabric. "Get over here." He ordered me. I crawled over on all fours, my heavy tits swinging below me, the chain of my nipple clamps clinking every now and then. The clamps, a thick butt plug and a wide leather studded collar were all I was wearing. I looked up at him excitedly hoping he'd fuck me soon, my cunt was dripping and I wanted him inside me. His cock was long and thick and it felt so good in me. "Suck me off you little slut" he barked at me and I rose to my knees and pushed the panties to the side, I knew he'd want to keep them on. I licked up and down his length, slipping the head inbetween my lips and sucking gently then deepthroating him before pulling away and sucking his balls through the fabric. He groaned and placed a hand on my shoulder to steady himself. I ran my hands over his hips and began to suck him enthusiastically, my head sliding up and down his hard prick. My hands slid down his thighs and up to his balls gently squeezing them. He pushed my hands away from him and wrapped a fist in my long black hair holding my head in place as he began to fuck my mouth, repeatedly slamming into the back of my throat making my muscles constrict around him. Every time they did he got faster, one hand beginning to slap my tits making the chain jerk my aching nipples. "You fucking love this don't you, you whore? I bet you're just waiting for me to fuck you senseless, dirty slut." His words made me wetter and I could feel my juices running down my thighs, I wanted him so badly. He slid out of my mouth and I tried to catch my breath, gasping a little. He pushed the panties down his muscular legs, freeing his cock completely. He wrapped his fist in my hair again and pulled me to a standing position, I winced a little and felt him jerk harder. He walked into the bedroom dragging me behind him then pulled me to the edge of the bed. I immediately knew what to do. I kneeled on the bed and presented my ass to him, he grasped the butt plug and began to slide it in and out of my ass. I let out a low groan and was rewarded with a hard smack to my left ass cheek. "You know how to behave, silent unless I tell you otherwise." I bit my lip and pushed my ass back towards him a silent invitation for him to carry on, he began fucking me with it faster, a finger sliding into my tight wet pussy. I couldn't control myself and let out an animalistic growl. He pulled his finger out and stepped back. My ass tightened around the butt plug, as I knew I was about to be punished. I waited but didn't hear him moving. I refused to look back and see what he was doing and invite more punishment. Tension crackled in the air as I tried to slow my breathing and listen for any tell tale signs of what would happen. I heard the swish of the whip a second before I felt the sting across the backs of my thighs. "I told you to be silent." Another lash rained down on my ass and I wanted to crawl away but I knew I deserved it. I held fast and let him deliver his punishment. "Count them for me slave." "One.." I said uncertainly and felt the hard crack fall on the small of my back. "Two." Another on my thighs. "Three." This one landed directly on my cunt. By the time I'd counted to twenty my ass and thighs were bright red and developing bruises. My pussy was drenched though and he knew that. He tugged on my collar and I stood up, looking at my feet. He put his arm around my shoulders and walked me to the full-length mirror. "Turn around pet and look at yourself." I faced my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder, my usually porcelain skin was slowly turning purple. I looked up at him and he smiled, his green eyes looking down at me laughingly. "Will that teach you to behave yourself?" I nodded slowly, "Yes Sir, it will. I'm sorry Sir." "You're forgiven pet." He pulled me to him in a hug and lightly slapped my ass, I gasped and pressed against him, his hard cock pushing into my stomach as my tits melded against his chest. He tilted my face up and kissed me forcefully, his tongue flicking against mine as I struggled to remain in control of myself. My arms slid around his neck as his hands caressed my waist and hips, dipping down every so often to run his fingers over my bruised thighs and ass, coming torturously close to my aching pussy before sliding back to my hips. He broke the kiss and picked the chain connecting my nipple clamps leading me across the room to the bed. I sat down and leaned forward to suck him off again, as his fingers expertly rolled my nipples making them throb more. I guided his cock into my mouth letting my tongue wash over it and flick teasingly against the tip. He pushed his hips towards me and I began to deepthroat him before sliding back to just the tip and sucking hard. I knew he wouldn't last much longer if I carried on so I began to lick up and down his length as he stroked my hair. "Stop now pet." I licked his balls a little hopeful he'd let me carry on. He smiled at me and pulled away. I wriggled back on the bed till I was lying in the middle. He climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist, tugging the chain a little, making my breath come faster. I arched my back pushing my tits out for him to use. He ran his fingertips over my breasts, teasing my nipples, twisting the clamps a little. I was practically delirious with need. My hips writhed in search of something to give me more pleasure. He pulled away and spread my legs, settling inbetween them his cock pressed against my wet entrance. "Sir..." I moaned, not wanting to wait any longer. "Yes pet?" "Please..." I was getting impatient and needy. "Please what?" His deep voice was infused with humour. "Fuck me Sir, I need it." "Beg me pet." He was rubbing his cock against me and it was sending little sparks of pleasure throughout my body. I moaned and pushed against him, "Please Sir, use my body, fuck my tight cunt and make it yours, screw me till I beg you to stop. I need you inside me, it's all I can think about, please?" He chuckled and pressed against me again before suddenly ramming into me. I couldn't help it and I screamed, pushing back against him sending him deeper. He picked up the chain in his teeth and pulled on it and he began fucking me hard and fast, rubbing against my g-spot with every stroke. I tightened my muscles around his cock and he growled at me, a sound that sent shivers of pleasure racing through me. The mixture of my nipples being pulled on and his hard cock inside me sent me to the edge and my fingers wrapped themselves in his silky dark hair pulling a little as I gasped a plea to come. "No." was the outright response. I cried out and he let go of the chain kissing me hard. His thick cock was rocking me dangerously close to coming without permission. My nails dug into his shoulders and my hips twisted as I tried to hold back my orgasm. He pulled away and looked into my eyes as I started to come, I screamed his name and pushed my body against his, gasping and moaning. His hips slowed and I struggled to catch my breath to apologize. "I'm sorry--" He cut me off, "I'm sorry isn't enough pet, you've disobeyed me again. I'm going to have to punish you." I couldn't concentrate with his cock slowly sliding in and out of me, starting to build me up to another orgasm. "Yes, Sir." "Now you'll have to come as many times as possible." He whispered in my ear nipping the lobe gently. I let out a throaty groan and he began to speed up again. He pulled my thighs up, hooking my feet over his shoulders as he pounded deeper into me, not letting me move from his oncoming assault. Every stroke took me closer and soon I was on the edge again, begging for permission. "Yes slave, you may come." One of his hands wrapped in my hair and tugged slightly and that was all it took for me to explode again. I squirted and soaked him; then laid back exhausted, panting as little after tremors of excitement wracked me. "We're not done here pet." His low timbre roused me from my pleasure haze. I mewled and he pulled me up. "On all fours slave." I complied but was shaking slightly. His fingertips trailed down my spine and I shivered. I felt his cock slowly enter me as he began to use the butt plug to fuck me too. My nerve endings were running alive and I pushed back against him. One hand wrapped around my delicate hip the other pushing the butt plug in and out of me incredibly slowly. He moved in rhythm to it and I ached to feel him deeper. I made an inarticulate noise and he pressed his hips against my bruised ass. "What do you want?" "Sir..." A low moan broke from my throat, "Please, fuck me faster, I can't take it." He pulled back and thrust against me harder but not any faster. I cried out and pushed back then received a hard smack to the back of my right thigh. I whimpered and buried my head in the pillow. He carried on his languid teasing, speeding up the butt plug then slowing it down just as I neared the edge. I whined quietly and he laughed, finally speeding up. "You should have more patience pet." He ran his hand down my spine and under me playing with my tits. He fucked me harder ramming his cock deep into me over and over again, driving my pleasure up a notch till all I could do was chant his name. He undid one of my nipple clamps and I howled as the blood came rushing back, it was a delightful mix of pleasure and pain, one that sent me over the edge and my cunt contracted and relaxed around his cock spasmodically. He grunted and his hips moved faster, his cock pistoning in and out of me until he came inside me. I came again and then slumped on the bed into unconsciousness. When I woke up his arm was around me protectively, one hand stroking my wavy hair. I pushed my body closer to his and he tightened his arm around me. "You know something pet?" he said looking into my eyes. "No Sir?" "You didn't ask to come the last two times. I think I'm going to have to punish you..." My Master This is a story I wrote thinking about my master. This hasn't happened per say. However, things like this have. I call her sir, rather than ma'am because she is more like a man in most cases than a woman. ------------------------------------------------- The library was quiet. Not many people had come in for hours. I waited for her patiently as I was told. I knew I was going to get it when I went home. I deserved it; for disobeying orders earlier... As she walked in I made my way to my feet to greet her. With a smile, I walked up to her. She had that gleam in her eye. She had a plan... Without a second glance, she grabbed me and flipped me around; handcuffing me from behind and bent me over the desk I had been sitting at. "You have been a naughty girl, haven't you?" She growled in my ear, as I winced in pain from her pulling my handcuffed arms backwards. I did not dare answer the rhetorical question, I deserved this. But in public? The terror of who might see rose within me, but it was strangely arousing. I was completely soaked from the adrenaline. She moved her arm up and around my neck choking me and used the other hand to slap my ass. Hard. I cried from the pain. She hit me over and over again. People started to gather around. The skirt I had worn that day was completely hiked up, and everyone could see my bare red ass. Juices began to run down my thighs. I was completely turned on. She then whispered in my ear again, "Do not cum." Three very powerful words spoken, which almost tipped me over the edge right there. Every time she touched me I practically came. "Yes sir," was the only phrase I managed to let escape me, as she shoved her fingers deep inside my pussy. Hard. I moaned loudly. The people around began to crowd us. She fingered me hard, while still choking me. A man walked up to us, and eyed us for a minute. He watched intently as she fingered me and then he reached over and ripped my shirt clean off my body. Leaving me wearing only my skirt. I was shocked; She made no effort to stop him... He grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples hard. I was beyond turned on. A stranger touching me. Master not stopping him. Before I could formulate more thoughts in my head I felt it. The strap. She shoved it into my ass hard. I yelped from surprise, but then relaxed again. He knelt on the floor and bit hard on my thighs while sliding his fingers deep into my pussy. "Don't cum" She whispered in my ear again and then bit hard on my neck. My body lurched. How could she expect me not to cum? She began to turn me. She leaned against the table, still deep in my tight ass. He stood up and unzipped his pants. Horror crossed my mind. Is she going to let him? Is she going to allow him to touch me? I gazed at her horrified as he rammed his junk deep inside my pussy. He leaned in and bit my nipples hard as he rammed deep inside of me. She moved in rhythm with him, hard, fast and on so wonderful. My body came close several times. But each time I was close; she knew it and whispered yet again, "Don't cum." My orders were clear. There were several people around now, rubbing themselves watching me be violated. I moaned loudly. As they rammed into me simultaneously. He started to slow down, and I felt his goo dripping down my legs... he pulled out and slapped my throbbing clit. Then walked off, zipping up his pants as he did. I felt violated to the fullest. With master not making a sound, she began to go harder. Grabbing my hair she pushed my head down towards the ground. She fucked me deep, and hard. A woman walks up to us. Short skirt, pigtails. This girl lifted her skirt revealing a shaved pussy, and looks at master. I could not see, but I knew master was going to allow it. The girl grabs my face after sitting in a chair and shoves it into her pussy. I lick it, knowing master would stop me if she did not like it. The girl pulling my hair shoves me deep in between her legs moans loudly. Master picks up speed and reaches around me to rub my clit. My body lurches, very close to going over the edge. The girl in front of me moans and cums in my mouth then walks over to master, and grabs the flogger from master's belt. I swallow mystery woman's cum as she began to whip my back hard. My body shaking with the oncoming orgasm I can no longer hold. Master pulls out of me turns me around, shoves me on the table, rams the strap deep in my pussy while leaning over me. "Cum for me. NOW" She bites my ear and my body expels the orgasm. I begin to squirt all over the already soaked strap. I try and kiss her but she stops me... "Good girl." "Yes Master," I whimper. My Master "Girl, wake up!" A voice breaks through the foggy walls of my dream world. I groan, realizing it's just Justin waking me from my glorious dream. No...Not now... "Fuck you." I grumble sleepily, curling up underneath my comforter. The mysterious man behind my eyelids begins to fade. No! Sadly, he completely fades into nothingness, a world where forgotten dreams dwell. "Sorry girl, I prefer penises." He replies. His voice is as high as a girl's with more of a girly-girl tone. I actually hate it when girls, in particular, talk like that. When Justin does it, though, it's actually tolerable, I guess. I don't really know why, and I hope it isn't a sexist thing. But there are times where I find it amusing, but normally I don't even notice it. Anyways, his words make me open my eyes and narrow them at him. I'm tempted to argue with him but I'd probably lose. I'd actually most likely lose. Even if I wanted to sleep in, it wouldn't even matter. If I'm wanted out of bed, I am forced out of bed. "What time is it?" I groan, burying my face into the soft warmth. I try not to sigh at his previous words. I've never once had a boyfriend and for some reason people shied away from me. I thought it was strange but I never let it get to me. I've been through a lot as a kid and I knew my only choice was to, again, not let it get to me. It doesn't mean I didn't suffer though. I cried a lot and I only had my parent's love and affection. And despite my strong desire to find someone, I had high doubt anyone would even talk to me, let alone love me. "Zoey?" I jump and look up at Justin. "What?" I give him that look, and I can feel it on my face. It's the face of someone who clearly has not been paying attention and suddenly decides to snap back to the world. It's that face. "I said it's eight." He pauses, staring at me, "You okay, girl? You know you can talk to me about anything." He looks very concerned and repeating that sentence one more. He likes to remind me that I can talk to him, even though I'm well aware of it. And putting aside that look I just had and how I feel, it's probably written somewhere on my face. I hold in a sigh. I'm such an open book... "Yeah, I'm just thinking..." Thinking of my past—which it is really not a good idea. It's only the past and I'm here in the future now. I'm in the present time. I have better things to worry about. "Well stop thinking, Aniese is waiting." He gives me a weird look, like he trying to tell me I better get moving or else...with his facial expression. And if Anise is waiting for us, then it must be something really big or really important. Aniese hates to be kept waiting. "Waiting? Are we going somewhere?" I ask. I don't want to fly off the bed like a maniac who has no purpose of doing so. There must be a reason why I should do that. "Bitch please; don't ask questions, get yo' straight ass up, get ready, and you will find out." He puts his hand on his hip and pushes that hip out. That would be typical Justin. I sigh in defeat, not that I have much of a choice anyways. So I decide I might as well go. Knowing Aniese, she'll drag my ass right out of bed whether I'm dressed to go out or not! I grimace and then drag myself out of bed. "Fine..." I sigh with exasperation, letting too much exaggeration on my verbal displeasure. "Great!" He heads out of my room but stops at the doorway to look back at me, "F.Y.I...put on something sexy and hot!" He winks and closes the door. My eyebrows shoot up. He is clearly telling me he isn't answering any more questions. Well, shit... I guess I'll have to see what I can find. I am fearful of what Aniese has in store for us. Justin is a gay, brown-skinned guy with straight, shaky, medium brown hair with dirt-brown eyes. Lots of brown. From what I noticed, he is wearing skinny, black jeans and a tight, see-though black shirt. He has this meaty but thin form to him. Under the shirt he has a flat stomach and a somewhat tight chest, which I find kind of hot. However, he's gay and I kind of think of him as my brother so that's...kind of really awkward actually... Ewww! I can't believe I thought of my gay best friend like that!! I mentally slap myself, and tempted to actually slap myself. My face feels warm even though there isn't anyone around. I feel downright dirty and definitely not in a good way. Anyways... I look lazily through my closet a couple times before deciding I have nothing "sexy" to wear. I sigh, defeated by the fact that I don't want to be murdered by Aniese; I decide to look at the back of my closet. At the very back, I find the strapless, dark purple cocktail dress that Aniese got for me for my birthday last year. I had utterly and completely forgotten about this dress. Even worse, I haven't once tried it on yet. Here's my chance! I pull it out of its clear wrap and look it over. Again it's strapless, which I'm really nervous about. I'm not the kind of girl who likes to wear strapless dresses and feel comfortable about the fact that someone could so easily pull my dress down...! I press my lips together hard, not liking the idea. What if some idiot decides to actually do that...?! I shake my head, closing my eyes, burning that worry from my mind. I reopen my eyes and look down at the dress. It looks quite short to me .Ohh, damn... I decide a shower is unneeded for I had done that early this morning. And so I strip down and then squeeze on the dress. Obviously it has padding considering the type of dress it is... It'd be ridiculous to not have padding and then go in a cold room and then have hard nipples. That'd be so embarrassing! The dress comes down mid-thigh which is extremely unnerving. I have the urge to pull my dress down further but it will only expose more of my breasts—they are about a B-32 bust size. It really hugs my curves and my chest, making my B-sized bust stand out more. This dress makes me feel self-conscious. I pat it down and smile to myself at its silky, soft feel; it's the one thing I like about this dress. Then I wonder where we are going that I am required to wear a dress like this. It's really nice and all but a dress like this is only for some special place. ...What would that special place be? "How long are you going to take to get ready?!" I hear Aniese shout from outside of my room. The sudden break in silence makes me jumps. I didn't even hear the front door shut. "Give me ten more minutes!" I yell back immediately. I can hear the surprise in my voice. "Ugh!" Is her response and I soon hear the front door slam shut. I roll my eyes and look for a good pair of panties in my small dresser. I first notice the black and white panties and I don't think twice to pick it up. I guess this will work. I slip it on, riding up my dress to make sure they are on properly. I pull down my dress a little too far and my breasts pop out. I feel my face heat up as I quickly cover them up, almost freaking out. I don't even want to think what could happen if someone else was around and that happened again. I cringe at the horrifying thought. I go back to the bathroom and look into the mirror. I take a moment to look myself over. I'm somewhat short, but I'm at least five-foot-four. My short, straight, light dirty-blonde hair is a mess. I run some water through it so it's a little more than damp. My hair barely touches my ears. I find my brush and brush out my bangs and brush everything else down. I need to style my hair... I fluff up my hair a little and mix in some gel so it stays like that. Once I approve of it, I put on blush and black eyeliner under my yellow-tinted brown eyes that seem to mix in with grey. My eyes change colors now and then. Anyways, I don't particularly like make-up but it's needed for a dress like this. I start to wonder if they're taking me to a party or something. Some place I'm not informed about. I put on matching-colored high-heels that, of course, came with the dress. I can't help but scowl and glare daggers at the dangerous heels. They just scream to be worn so they can kill me. Well, at least they're only inch long heels. I look around the room, wondering if there is anything else I need. I then remember my phone and small purse. It's leather and purple with black stitches. I take a deep breath and walk nervously out of my room, shutting off the light. No one is around so my nervousness falters but returns as I reach the front door. Every step I take, I get a fraction more nervous. I lock the front door and walk down the stairs. My hand grasps the door knob and I hesitate to turn it. I call myself a wimp for cowering behind this door. What am I so nervous about? Is it because I never dressed like this? I take another deep breath and turn the knob. I pull the door open and walk out into the cool night. "Damn, you are sexy, girl!" I hear Justin cry from not far ahead and I flush. "You are so totally male bait, hun!" I smile nervously as I look to his grinning face. I walk forward with uncertainty and he opens the back door of the small car for me. I smile a "thanks," and get in. Aniese is in the driver's seat. Aniese has a light tan and long, wavy, golden hair. She has blue eyes and a straight figure. She's wearing a tight white, shirt and baggy, black pants. She's wearing a neon blue tang top underneath the shirt. She has high cheek bones and semi-thin eyebrows. She has an almost-round face. She's wearing more make-up than I am. When our eyes meet in the rear mirror, she instantly looks forward, her red cheeks getting redder. I look out the window as Justin gets in. I feel the awkwardness in the air. She's bisexual and has a huge crush on me. She's hit on me so many times before, more so when we first became friends. But we all know I am straight and uninterested. I can't help but feel self-conscious and awkward, though. "Girl, what do you think?" Justin looks to Aniese as she gets the car rolling forward, "Anieeeeeeeese!" I laugh once, rather nervously, "Aniese, just tell him." She glances at me through the rear mirror then looks forward. "I think you're fucking hot." Despite her awkward, but expected, confession, I feel confident. Not only in her words, but Justin's too. I'm oddly excited about this.