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Introduction

By: Ariel797



When I was in the pre-med program at college, I went home to Savannah, Georgia one weekend for a visit. My daddy is pretty well off, I suppose you could say, but he's gone a lot. That's ok. My half-uncle, Jason, was there and had his new wife, Maria, with him. Years ago, Granddaddy had gotten married again and had a second son, Jason. My dad is a few years older than Jason and married late in life. I'm the only child. Jason is almost 30 years older than me. 

Daddy sent me to a shrink a few times. I think the doc wasn't sure what to do with me. I'm a nympho. But I am careful. I have two friends, Eric and Richard, at college, and if I need sex, I call them. I like them both. They aren't boyfriends or anything. Just friends. 

Oh, and I like being naked. Or wearing thigh hi hose and nothing else. I like shocking people. I like the idea that I could be caught, I could be seen. I like that. But I am a good student, heading into the med program in the fall, and I just turned 23.

So I headed home for the weekend because I wanted a break, and to see some friends and go have fun. I went home but Dad wasn't there. I think he was in Europe on business.

Jason was there, like I said, with the new wife, Maria. She's tall, slender, dark and beautiful, gorgeous thick black hair. I'm petite, red haired, green eyes. Jason is beautiful. He's tall and lean and even though he's 52, he's got thick dark hair and just a little gray on the sides. He's tan and very hot.

Which leads me to my weekend.

I like flirting some with Jason. I have for a long time. I'm 23 now, what does it matter? He's great eye candy. He's easy to talk to.

After we ate, he asked me if I wanted to go out to one of the islands. Maria decided to watch a movie, so Jason and I left, riding along with the car's top down, the wind cool after the warmth of the day. I was wearing jeans and a shirt cut off just under my bra. No panties, of course. I don't like to wear them.

We parked and walked out to an isolated bench. It was off-season and about 10 at night by this point. We watched the waves for a while. There was a very faint glow from the moon reflecting on the waves. I could just make out some of his features when he turned to me.

"One of these days," he began with a smile, "that flirting is going to land you in trouble." He grinned. I grinned back. I was leaning back against the seat, my arms out on each side of the top of the seat's back. 

"So. You ever mean anything by this flirting?" he continued. 

I couldn't tell by his voice or face, did he want a serious answer? 

Still. I'm a nympho. I took a chance. "Yeah. I do. You ever mean anything by reacting to it?"

He grinned, then looked serious. It was a little hard to tell in the pale light. He leaned forward slightly. His hand came up, brushing my arm lightly with his fingers. I shivered a little.

"You want me to react more?"

I thought about it. "Yeah. I do."

"Even though I'm your half-uncle?"

"Yeah." I looked back at him. He leaned back, stared at the waves for a moment. He turned back to me.

"I think you know I like you," he started. "I mean, like you." I waited. "How far are you wanting this to go?"

Well. Like I said. I'm a nympho. I was already being grateful I'd left off my panties. I started to unzip my pants. He put out his hand and stopped me.

"No. You need to know – " he paused. "I have – certain tastes." 

"Tastes?"

"Kinks. You know what a kink is?"

Oh yeah. I knew about those. I'd played around with some of them last year during spring break. Being tied. Fetishes. I felt hot.

I nodded.

He talked to me about kinks. About his. Maria's. Being safe, being careful. I told him I was already careful. I also told him, I liked sex. I told him I liked being naked. I liked being seen. 

He was getting excited. I could hear it in his voice. A huskiness, a tightness to his voice. He was leaning closer. 

"Do you want that?" 

"Yes."

"No. Be really sure. Because if you say yes again, you're mine. You understand what that means?"

I thought about it. "Yes. I'm sure."

"Ok then." He told me what he was going to do, as he did it. I sat there, helping or moving only when he told me to. He pulled up my shirt and flipped it behind my head. My arms were still braced along the tops of the bench. Jason reached into his pockets, pulling out some cord. He tied my wrists to the bench. This was really hot. I squirmed a little.

He unzipped my pants and worked them down around my ankles. To me, that's hotter. They aren't quite off. It's sluttier, somehow. Nobody was around at this end of the island. But they could have been. They could be. I was excited.

Jason played with my breasts. He tweaked the nipples, pulling them a little, playing them into hard peaks. He put his mouth on one, nipping it with his teeth. I arched my back a little.

"Good."

He moved his mouth to my other breast, sucking the nipple, nibbling it with his teeth. He put his hand between my legs.

"Open up for me," he ordered. I did. He rubbed his hand on my clit, down, between. I moaned and lifted up a little. He rubbed harder, a little faster. I muttered "More!" but he kept rubbing. He pulled more of my breast into his mouth, sucking. I felt his tongue licking the nipple. I pushed up against his hand. He finally, finally, pushed two of his fingers inside of me, pressing his thumb on my clit at the same time, massaging it. I moaned and jerked a little. After a minutes, he stood up. I was still tied to the bench, my pants down, my crotch wet, my nipples glistening in the moonlight from his tongue. They tingled. I looked at him. He smiled, and walked a few feet away. Was he going to leave me there, like that? I kind of liked it. It made me hot. 

He walked back after a few minutes and untied me. I pulled up my pants, pulled down the shirt. We walked to his car and drove in silence to the house. Maria was already asleep. Jason followed me into my old bedroom. He made me strip in front of him while he watched, making comments about my body. I was almost shaking. I was really hot. He tied me to the bed. He was still wearing his clothes and that, to me, is hot, too. I'm naked but he's not. 

He touched me, moved his hand down my body, played with me. He sucked on my clit for a while. 

Finally, he unzipped his pants and got on the bed. He kneeled over me.

"You're lying there like a slut," he said. I squirmed happily. "Like a little whore, waiting for it." I nodded. "Good. I'm going to take you like a slut." He did, too. With his clothes on, just the cock out from his unzipped pants, he told me he was taking me for a quick fuck, just like he would any little whore. He was hard and fast. Somewhere in the house were servants who knew me, who could walk in on us. My half-uncle was deep inside me, fucking me. It was exciting.

By the time the weekend was over, Jason had made Maria come into the room once and watch him fuck me. She got excited, too. She played with my nipples and kissed me one time while he watched. They asked me about being a third, about being their house slave. They have a condo near my place in Atlanta. I said yes.

Sometimes Jason and Maria come to their condo for a few weeks at a time, and I move in there with them. When I'm at home, I'm either naked, or I run around in thigh hi hose. I always wear a waist chain. I usually wear a collar and wrist and ankle restraints. One or both of them can use those to tie me down instantly. I'm always shaved smooth; Maria and Jason require that. It feels good, too. A lot of times, I'll put on nipple nooses, which make them swell up a little. I have little bells on the noose ends. The bells jingle just a tiny bit when I walk or move. Maria gave me a clit clamp that has little dangling bells hanging down. The strands jounce against my shaved skin when I walk, and that gets me excited. She and Jason both laugh because I get excited all the time. 

One night, Jason brought a friend home with him, some businessman he knew. This guy was in his 50's. I greeted him with the usual hose and restraints and collar on. His eyes almost bugged out. I put my arm around his waist and led him into the living room. I had the bells and clit clamp on, too. I was really hot. Jason wouldn't let me play with myself all that day, either. I was horny and extra slutty feeling.

I rubbed against the side of the man for a moment, then stepped away. Jason has a few hanging plants in the room, but when he removes those, the hooks are revealed to be human-weight sturdy. I stood underneath the empty hooks and waited patiently. The man, some guy named Ambrose, took off his coat and sat down. His eyes never left me. I smiled. 

Maria hooked me up. They have some chains that click onto the really strong overhead hooks, then a latch at the other end clamps onto my wrist restraints. I stood on a small stool while she buckled me in. Jason started talking to this Ambrose guy about my body, and didn't he like it, and how did he like my shaved pussy? Maria finished clamping the wrist restraints and moved the stool out from under me, so I dangled a few inches above the floor. That pulls the belly really tight. You really realize how helpless you are. I love it. 

Jason is smart. He has two places on the floor with carpet over them, but lift those up and underneath are small wooden covers that hide strong hooks. They are out further to each side of me. Maria used more chains and latches, hooking each ankle out to the side. This really pulls me wide open and is a strain on my shoulders and arms after a while. But I don't really feel it for a while, because it's exciting and hot, open like that, watching them watch me, hearing them talking about my breasts and how full and firm they are, and hearing my little bells jangling. Maria twisted the clit clamp a little and I closed my eyes, heading going back some. I hoped she put on the nipples clamps. I like a little pain.

Yes! She put the clamps on! Yay! They bit into the puffy flesh. She hooked the thinner chains to my collar, giving each one a tug. 

"You want to touch her?" Jason asked Ambrose. The man nodded mutely, stood up, walked over. He stared at me for a while, up and down. I smiled back, eyes half-closed. I was beginning to get into that delirious, yummy stage of pain mixed with lust. I wriggled a little. 

Ambrose stood there a second longer, then slid a hand down my belly, up to my breasts. Then down again, between my legs. I whimpered and closed my eyes, smiling. He fingered me. He was breathing heavy. I like that. I like knowing a man is excited, playing with me.

"Ambrose. You want to see this little slut punished?" Jason asked. I pushed against the man's fingers, happy.

He nodded. His eyes were a little glazed over. He was panting with lust now.

Maria brought out a flogger, stroking my belly with it. She rubbed the handle up and down on my clit for a moment, until I moaned. She smacked the handle against my clit. Ambrose swallowed hard. He took a step back, but his eyes stayed on my pussy. I smirked at him. 

I heard the sound of the flogger before I felt it. Thwack! Maria was good with the flogger. I watched Jason now. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, moving his hand gently up and down. He smiled at me. 

The flogger was a hard smack sometimes across my naked bottom. I quivered. Sometimes it was a gentle flick, leaving me wanting more. Maria moved around to the front, flicking my clit and pussy with the flogger. I yelled out one time, jerking my hips, because I came. Maria grinned. "Slut," she said fondly. Jason chuckled. Ambrose was fixed in place, watching me. He finally managed to get his cock out of his pants. It was so hard, I don't know how he managed to keep watching as long as he did without spewing cum everywhere.

"I don't know," Jason said thoughtfully when Maria stopped after a time. "I don't know if she's been punished enough." He looked at Ambrose, who was staring at me and having sticky fingers wiped off now by Maria. "What do you think?"

"Yeah," he mumbled. "Yeah. She needs more." He looked quickly at Jason, then back at me. I grinned.

They put me on the coffee table, tying me down. Maria and Jason chained my legs up and out to the sides, fixing them to the overhead hooks. I loved those hooks.

Jason pulled out a crop. My legs were apart and wide open. He brought the crop down on my open pussy, smack! I jerked. He smacked my pussy again, and again. The clit, the mons, the lips, inside my legs, till I was red and I was moaning and heaving. 


He nodded at Ambrose. "Fuck her now."

The man was so excited, he'd gotten hard again. Good for him. He was so eager that he almost missed. He braced his hands on each side of me, kneeling, shoving into me. I like it hard and fast. I was a little sore from the cropping, but the tingling in my skin always feels good. I liked that Maria and Jason were watching me. Jason has Maria's shirt off, playing with her breasts. She pulled off her skirt and rubbed her clit, watching me. Ambrose fucked me hard, panting. 

"Oh God," he moaned. "That's so good. That's so damn good." He was weak-kneed.

"You want to watch us?" Jason nodded at himself and Maria. Ambrose nodded. I stayed tied, turning my head, watching as Jason lifted Maria up and against him, hard and fast. I purred, rumbling, excited. Maria wrapped a leg around Jason's hips. He fucked her while me and Ambrose watched.

My uncle likes to watch me play with myself. Sometimes I do it in the mornings before I shower. Sometimes he likes to tie me with my wrists overhead, hanging from ceiling hooks in the kitchen, and I dangle there, just a few inches from the floor, naked, while he looks at me. Sometimes, Maria makes me play with myself while she watches me. Or she will tie me down and flog my pussy, or tie me and stick a vibrator in me and read a book while I writhe and moan. Now and then, when I'm tied down and she's tired of letting a vibrator do the work in me, she puts on a double dildo, one end in her, and she fucks me, leaning over me and smiling, grunting and moaning. They both love to tell me what a slut I am and how insatiable I am. What a nympho I am. 

I like to have my friends Eric or Richard over still. If Maria and Jason aren't in town and I'm at my place, sometimes I'll have both of them come over at the same time. I always open the door with me naked, or almost naked. I'm hoping somebody might be walking by outside and see me. Eric almost always throws himself onto me almost immediately. Richard wasn't comfortable watching at first, but he's changed his mind now. That's the best. I like being watched. And I like the feel of being fucked. I like being naked and I like for them to come over and see me naked. I like it when Jason and Maria are here, and when I live at their place and I'm their slave. I like to lie back on the sofa and have my legs open and let them see me. 

I like it best when my uncle is back in town.

Introduction



Introduction...

'Please kneel on the coffee table. Keep your knees wide apart, link your hands behind your neck and close your eyes. I will explore you with my hands. Do you consent to whatever I do?'

She arranged herself quickly as I had asked her. 'You have my complete consent, sir.'

Her deep brown eyes closed and her breathing became shallower which made her chest move appealingly. I moved to stand close before her, so she might feel my presence as I worked on her. 

I began by pushing my fingers into her thick dark hair, my fingertips stroking her scalp as they moved through the mass. I felt her head move with my pressure, then gradually resist. Her lips opened a little and her breath deepened somewhat. I tried to ignore her chest as I flexed my fingers around the scalp, fore to aft, then side to side.

Some minutes later I began to stroke downwards and back towards me, my fingers spread on the sides of her neck, down to her collarbones, then forward and up, to stroke around her ears on each side, flicking the piercings as I passed them. She was panting, now. 

My fingers moved symmetrically, down and forward along her cheekbones, to nearly meet at her chin, then retraced the path upwards to her temples. Circular motions take my fingers across her forehead, then I spread my fingers across her brow and pull gently downward, across eyebrows, and eyelids to her cheeks. I flatten the pads of my fingertips to her cheek and smooth diagonally away from her nose, then back to stroke the sides of it back to the brow.

Her rich full lips were parted and moist, with breath sawing in and out. I returned to her brows, then traced my fingertips back down her cheekbones and crossed to her lips- left index along her top lip, right thumb pressing more firmly over her lower lip. Her breath became more ragged with this action. Her eyelids fluttered, her mouth widened, and I asked; 'what colour, girl?'.

After a long moment she breathed 'green, sir, very green'. I bent and kissed the top of her head, then continued my exploration. Her shoulders tensed, then relaxed slightly as my hands moved in parallel down the sides of her neck to stroke inside her collar- the softness of her skin was a joy to touch.

'Hands down and clasped behind your back please.' She complied with a slow dreamy motion. Her chest was pushed towards me, I had to concentrate hard to continue.

I moved all around inside her shirt collar- the soft fabric brushed the backs of my fingers and her head dropped slightly forward as I pushed downwards either side of her spine. I could feel her heart beneath my fingertips and the expansion of her chest as she drew breath.

I drew my fingers back up to the tops of her shoulders, then drove them outwards and felt the buttons of her soft blouse strain, then release as it opened. I completely opened the front, then pushed it outward along her upper arms, pushing it downward to bunch at her wrists, yet her hands did not unclasp. I was proud of her. 

'This is the last time I will find a brassiere when you come to me' I said as I reached for the knife in my pocket. The vicious blade easily parted the shoulder straps, then the narrowest part between her breasts. The back of the knife left a red mark there, which faded slowly. I was glad she could not see the blade. I pushed the scraps backward and resumed my touch of her flesh.

My fingertips stroked outward from her neck, across the tops of her shoulders and out along her arms, until my chest nearly touched her nose, then I drew back, around to the front of her shoulders, then down her sides, feeling each rib as it passed beneath my fingers, She was shivering from my touch- 'orange, sir' she said. She had told me of her past ticklishness and I did not want that response from her now. 

I changed the motion to sweep towards her centre, her soft belly twitched as I stroked and my fingers met at her navel. The motion changed to sweep firmly upwards to nearly touch her breasts, then turned my hands to slip narrowly between them, as they moved strongly with her breath. I wiped upwards across her upper chest, feeling the bone and sinew beneath her lovely skin. I stroked back up her neck and pushed two fingers into her mouth. She responded eagerly, sucking and working her tongue around them.

I took the damp fingers from her mouth and gripped her left nipple firmly with them. She gasped and recoiled a little. I held on, then stroked her right one with the other hand. 'Why do you have just the one piercing?' I asked her, curious, as I played with it, twisting it a little, pulling and pushing on it. 

'I wanted to see how it would look and feel, to try a new sensation. It hurt very much, so I did not go ahead with the second one. My girlfriend saw my pain and did not go ahead with hers'. Her eyes remained closed as she quietly spoke to me. 'I love how it feels when you do that'. 

I placed my palms on her breasts and gripped them gently but firmly, feeling their slight weight and substance. She leaned forward gently into my grip. 'If we proceed together I will make you more symmetrical. This is a minimal item, you will need more definite rings.'

I reluctantly moved my hands and stood to one side, stroking firmly, one hand down her front, the other down her back to her waistband. 

'Sit up, please'. She moved up and forward on her knees, her skirt was just above the knee, light and summery- deliciously feminine with a colour that contrasted with her skin. It opened at the side, once I had the hook undone the zip slid down smoothly. I was able to pull it up, force it over her breasts and head then down her arms to join her other clothing at her wrists.

'Spread your knees a little wider, please'. She complied, but it seemed to be difficult for her. I stroked her side, down from her ribs, across the elastic of her knickers and down the side of her thigh, lightly over the side of her knee, then firmly stroked her calf, pinching her Achilles slightly. I moved back in front of her and drew my fingers up the front of both thighs and upwards and inwards to the tenderest skin below the edge of her blue knickers. I stopped, there, said 'these also will not be worn again when you come to me from now forward'. 

The knife quickly destroyed them, to expose her moist and engorged sex. I could smell her arousal, and see her trembling muscles as her body experienced both lust and physical tension.

I ran my hands around her rump, gripping her cheeks and drawing them apart. I rested my cheek against her belly as I did so, inhaling her smells and loving the smooth warmth of her body.

It was very hard for me to stop at this point. 'You now have 48 hours to decide whether to come back here and make a commitment to me. That will be Friday evening. Your initial agreement will be for two full days of total submission. I will see you here at seven pm Friday as a sign of your choice. If you opt out I will not see you, then or ever.' 

I told her to dress and leave. She dressed and was weeping softly as she wrapped her coat around her wrecked clothing. Her shoes sounded loud on the stairs as she went away. 

Friday would be a long wait.



Introduction at the Movie Theater



I've been watching you for a while as you stare at the movie on the big, shining screen. You've noticed, but my intense stare keeps you from staring back. 

In one quick glance when you pretended to check the exit door, you saw breasts. Not bare, but large and round and full. They are covered in black lace, peaking out from the v-cut black shirt that is clinging to my tight frame. 

You turned back to stare at the screen, trying to watch the movie. You're there with a group of people, and they are all engrossed in the film. Suddenly, you can't concentrate. You sneak a peak over at me again, only to see I'm not there. 

You look around quickly and see me approaching you down the aisle of seats you're sitting in. Our eyes meet, and you see their exotic green color set into almond shaped eyes on a stunning face. You wonder briefly if I'm a model. 

You look from my dainty feet, set in 3 inch black leather heels, up to the leather skirt that's tight and short around my waist, hugging every soft, toned curve just right. The v-neck black shirt shows just a brief glimpse of my stomach as I turn slightly to get past an older man, giving him a close up view of my firm ass. 

Our eyes lock, and I'm staring at you. Unconsciously, I lick my lips. I finally and standing next to you. You feel your cock, already hard at the thought of being licked by the pink tongue you glimpsed, swell hard against your pants. You shift in your seat. 

"Is this seat taken?" I say in a soft, sexy voice. 

"No," you almost growl. 

I slide into the seat, sitting turned towards you, so that when I sit back in the seat, my breasts brush past your arms and you feel a hard nipple through the clothes. I lean up near you, whispering in your ear, and you feel my hot breath raising the little hairs on your lips. 

"You look familiar," I say. 

"I do?" You say, startled. 

"Yes," I say, reaching up nearer to your ear so that my tongue slowly and slightly licks on your ear. You shudder. 

I lean forward slightly and smile at your friends who are so engrossed, they don't even notice me. I lean back, my hand sliding down your chest, down lower to your crotch. I feel your erection through your pants and smile, massaging it. 

"Mmmm..." I say into your ear. My breath causes tingles up the back of your neck as my hand moves slowly up and down over your raised dick. "Yes, I'm sure I know you." 

"From where?" you strangle out as my hand squeezes on your cock. 

"My fantasy last night," I say, biting your ear softly, "Want to make it come true?" You turn and look at me, seeing the lust in my eyes. I lick my lips, lower my chin and look down at your crotch. Looking back up to your eyes, I see you nod yes. I smile and grab your hand, standing up. "Follow me," I say as your dick is pointing straight at my round ass. I lead you out of the theatre and outside. 

We walk up to a silver Corvette Convertible. I hand you the keys and get into the passenger seat. You slowly climb into the seat and fasten your seatbelt before starting the engine, which purrs at your touch. 

"I hope you like purring," I said. I reach over and pull down the zipper of your pants, reaching in to curl my hand around your cock, massaging up and down the length of it. "Mmm...," I say... "Nice." 

You pull out onto the interstate, driving, you don't know where. I unbutton your pants, and take it out, leaning over and breathing heavy on the swollen purple head. My mouth eagerly latches onto it, sucking on the head gently at first, then harder. I lift up my head and slowly run my tongue over it. I lap again, then open my hot, silky mouth wider to push down on your cock, my teeth against your skin barely touching, but enough to make you tremble as you drive. 

My mouth is hot on your cock, and I start pushing your hard prick in and out of my little wet mouth. I stop to suck hard midway down, sucking and sucking more. I feel precum on my tongue and I moan, my hand reaching down to cup your balls. 

I look up and you hungrily. "Can I make you cum?" I ask. "I need to taste it." 

You groan and nod. I smile and press your cock back into my mouth hungrily. I push deeper, moving my head quickly over your throbbing prick, going down a little more on your length until I suddenly press hard, pressing you back into the back of my mouth. I press harder, swallowing the head of your cock into my throat. 

You almost cum then, but hold on, enjoying the feeling of my tight mouth and throat around your cock. You want to shut your eyes, but you can't, because you're driving. You want to put your hands in my hair and push my head down further on your cock, until it's fully inside the wetness that's surrounding your aching cock. You want to, but you can't. 

Your eyes are open and on the road, your hands gripping the wheel in a death grip. I press harder, then my mouth starts bobbing up and down, sliding up and down on your dick, sucking and willing you to cum hard in my mouth. I feel the precum filling my mouth, wet and salty on my tongue and I swallow, pressing you again into my throat, my hands on your balls, kneading and squeezing them. 

I stop sucking briefly, seeing the precum oozing from your swollen tip, and move lower, taking one of your balls into my hot mouth and sucking. You groan, still gripping the wheel. I move to the other, taking it in and sucking hard. My tongue caresses your ball, my nose against your stiff prick. 

"I need it," I say, "Cum for me!" And I start sucking again, instantly driving you to the back of my mouth and into my throat, surround your prick hotly. You instantly start cumming in my mouth, shooting spurt after spurt. I look up and take my mouth off so you can see it shooting onto my eager tongue. 

When you finish cumming, you feel an intense relief. Then my mouth attaches on again and you start moaning. 

"Oh God," you say, "I can't take this driving." 

"Then pull over," I say, going back to sucking as you pull the car over. I suck hard and fast for a few more seconds, until you're pointing towards the sky. I smile and climb over the seat on top of you, lowing the seat back. You're already hard and ready again, and you can't believe it. I lower my hips over you and you feel a wet pussy, pantiless, touching your cock. I lower it and rub my wet lips against your cock. 

"Can I have more?" I ask. I move to kiss your mouth deeply, my teeth latching onto your lower lip and tugging. My tongue trails over your lips and then I press my mouth against yours, hot and wet, pressing more. My tongue finds yours and I caress it, pulling your tongue into my mouth so I can suck gently on it. 

"Whatever you want," You say. I smile again, and kiss you while I sit down on your cock. The head slides from my swollen clit down the silken path to my hot little cunt hole. I rub it up and down a few times, my hips sliding up and down in front of you, my breasts in your face. Your hands reach up and tear at my shirt, pulling it down under my large breasts. You see the black lace cupping my tits and want more, and you tear at the material to push it under to, until you see both firm, round globes in your face. Your mouth latches onto one as I finally push down on your cock head, putting you inside my hot pussy walls a few inches. I moan in pleasure and press more, starting to stroke your cock with my cunt. You suck harder, biting on my nipple, as I move up and down on your cock. My walls press tightly against your cock, clenching and releasing. My clit is swollen and your other hand finds it and is playing with it, causing me to moan loudly.

"Fuck yeah," I say, "More, make me your little slut." I moan loudly, louder than you've ever heard a woman moan, and your mouth surrounds one hard nipple and your cock is being thrust deep inside my cunt. I move up and down, pressing down hard until you're fully inside my hot little cunt as it squeezes your cock. 

You close your eyes and moan, feeling your balls already ready to shoot cum again. You hold on, wanting to wait, and I press more. I suddenly get up off of you and your mouth, which had latched onto the other nipple, resists, causing me to yelp as your teeth slid off my nipple. 

"No," you start to growl, but realize I'm just turning around. I slide easily back onto your fat cock and start riding. You put your hands onto my breasts and squeeze roughly as I moan louder. I start bucking my hips on you as your hands roam over my soft skin and firm body. Your hand fingers my clit, feeling my wet, hairless pussy surrounding you as I move with you. 

Suddenly your hands grip my hips, and you feel yourself cumming again. You start shooting cum deep inside my wall, filling me with your hot, sticky jizz. I'm screaming for god to help me as I cum on your dick, my cunt clenching tight around your cock, so tight that you feel like your seed is being squeezed out of you. You groan, as you shoot shot after shot of cum again into my hole. You shoot until your cock is completely empty. I get up off of you and get into the passenger seat. My tits are still showing and there's a trickle of juices running down my leg. 

I look at you with eyes that tell you I want more. You sit up and pull onto the interstate, deciding to take me to your house to enjoy a few times more. After all, if my pussy was that tight, then who knows? You start to get hard again as my hand strokes your cock again, and your thoughts go to what my tight little ass will feel like squeezing your cock.



Introduction Ch. 02



Last night two friends of my Master came to the house for a visit. They are brothers. I like one better than the other. Maybe that showed, because when they left, my Master was unhappy with me. He said I had not pleased him, because I had not pleased his two friends. 

When my Master and his new wife are in town for a while, I live with them. I am their slave. I go to college; I come home, put on my collar, and take off my clothes as my Master orders. When I am at home with them, I wear nothing except my collar, my wrist and ankle restraints, sometimes thi hi hose because I like the feel, and usually a waist chain. Sometimes when I get home, my Master puts clamps on me and I wear those for a little while. 

My Master is also my half-uncle, Jason. His new wife, Maria, is my Mistress.  

The two brothers who visited last night are in their 40's and nice businessmen, Marcus and Taylor, but Marcus likes to hurt a little. He's the one I don't like quite as much.

The house that my uncle owns in Atlanta has an antebellum look, revelling in movie images of the old South, with two stories and columns that span the length of both on the front entrance. Inside is a double staircase, two sides that swirl gently towards a central balcony overlooking the foyer. In the center of the black and white tile entrance, below the foyer's balcony, is a marble copy of a Greek statue. Very nice. My uncle travels some, but not as much as my father. Sometimes my uncle and Maria have stayed in Atlanta for a month or a little longer. 

When my uncle got home this afternoon, he explained that I had not obeyed him completely as a good slave should. I had not welcomed Marcus as equally as I had Taylor. I knew not to say that Marcus has wicked fingers that pinch hard. It doesn't matter. 

There is a rig my uncle made that makes good use of the balcony in the entranceway. It's a suspension unit. He and Maria set it up. The two chains come down on either side of the small balcony, to almost the floor below. I was naked except for my collar and restraints and thi hi hose, white lace, the cuffs snug against my thighs, and white leather half-boots with high, sharp stilletto heels. I like the feel of the boots.

When the rig was ready, my uncle Jason nodded at me. I laid down on the floor on my back, my head towards the entrance door of the house, my feet towards the statue under the balcony.

The rig has two heavily padded restraints at the end of each chain. The leather and padding are strong and longer, fitting over my ankles and onto my calves securely. Jason fitted first one leg, then the other, then called up to Maria, who turned on the slow crank. I rose into the air until I was upside down, my arms down, my legs wide apart, held in place on each side of the balcony. He called to Maria to lift me up just a little higher, then was satisfied. Coming behind me, he looped a chain through a hook that is normally hidden at the base of the statue, then fixed each end to my wrist restraints, pulling me backwards towards the statue. This made my back arch and my hips go forward. Easy access. My pussy was about the level of his head, then.

Jason started with a flogger, smacking the insides of my thighs, walking around, flicking it against my bottom, my back, then back to my front, where he smacked the strands of the flogger against my breasts. He stopped and added alligator clamps to my nipples, then weights, so the clamps would dip in cruelly to my nipples and swing when he smacked me.

He switched to a crop then and began smacking my pussy, my clit and the lips, the insides of my thighs, back to my clit and pussy. I moaned. He moved to my bottom again, smacking it until I knew it was leaving red marks, back to my front, whacking the crop against my nipples. The chains holding the nipple weights tinkled and clinked. I whimpered. Jason slapped my pussy again and again, and again, with the crop, until it stung and I knew red marks were there, too. He called to Maria, who pulled me up another notch on the rig. This pulled my arms a little tighter. Jason unzipped and knelt in front of me.

"Suck my cock," he ordered. "Make it hard. Make me cum."

I did, working my tongue around the rim while I felt the cool air blowing across my sore pussy. I felt him get harder and harder in my mouth, pushing into me. The blood was rushing to my head, making me a little dizzy, but I still worked my tongue and mouth around his cock, enjoying him in my mouth, knowing I was giving him pleasure. He finally came in my mouth, then wiped his cock on my breasts. He picked up his crop and slapped my clit a few more times until I cried out, but I orgasmed that time. He and Maria let me down.

I washed and put on new thi hi hose, sheer black lace this time, and as Jason ordered, made my eye makeup "extra slutty." I wore knee length black suede boots with short, sharp heels. I love the feel of those boots. Wrist and ankle restraints, collar. Gold waist chain. A few things in a suitcase.

I would be staying with the two brothers for a week as punishment.

I only wore a blanket around me in the car. When we arrived at the brothers' house, I was ushered into their home by Jason and Maria, greeted by Taylor. 

"Make me proud," Jason murmured in my ear. He kissed me, then pulled off my blanket and left me standing, naked and nervous, in the entranceway of this new place.

Taylor walked around me, examining me. I stood still, waiting. He was tall, dark, fairly slender though it was hard to tell; he was still wearing a suit. He nodded, called to his butler. The butler never raised an eyebrow. We went upstairs to my room for the week. 

Marcus was already there, pacing. He smiled when he saw me. Taylor and the butler closed the door behind them and left. Marcus told me to lie down on the bed. I did. He examined the red marks.

"I can improve on that," he said with a smile. I shivered. 

One of Marcus' favorite things to do, it turned out, was to tie me to the bed, pulling my bottom all the way to the end, my wrists chained to each bedpost at the head of the bed. My legs were chained to the tall bedposts at the foot of the bed, spread into a large V, each ankle raised up and out and tied into place with ropes. He didn't want chains nicking into the wood of the bedposts at the foot, it seems. 

Marcus liked a small whip. He was good with it. He could flick it and make the end curl, but he knew how to leave welts without drawing blood. He was very good. That first night, he whipped the insides of my thighs, put a pillow under my hips at one point, and flicked the end of my clit until I moaned and whimpered. He could curl the end of that whip until it somehow flickered just barely inside my pussy, or seemed to wrap around my clit. Not until I begged him to stop did he, smiling and satisfied. He was sweating a little, panting, but I wasn't sure if that was from exertion or excitement. Maybe both.

When he finished with the whip, though, he jerked down his pants and rammed his cock into me, hard and long, and I squealed from the pain. But I still came. He liked that. He liked it a lot.

Another trick he liked a great deal was one he used the next morning, after Taylor had gone to work. Marcus was taking a few days off. 

The butler, who never said a word or seemed to think this at all odd, helped Marcus to tie me down to a large wooden table in a back room of the house. I guess it had been set up just for this reason. There were a couple of old quilts already smoothed out on top of the table. The table was longer and wider than is usual, so I was fully stretched out, spreadeagle on the table. 

Marcus likes clamps. He had a set of clamps attached by small chains. He'd light a cigarette and chain smoke with excitement and energy while he worked. He would loop the chain around the outside of my thigh, clip an alligator clamp onto the top part of the lip, then reach underneath, and pull the chain tight and clip the alligator clamp on the other end to the bottom part of the lip, pulling the lip far out to the side. He did the same on the other side with another set. He never seemed to see me, but he hummed a lot while he worked. He pulled out a set of tiny clamps with wires attached. These smaller clips had a hard bite to them. They were made not to move around. They didn't. They stayed firmly in place. Four were used on the lips, two on each side; four edged near the clit, two on each side. The clit had one at the base, another on the end, which was uncomfortable. Little clamps along my sides, on the insides of my upper arms, two on each nipple forming a cross, so the nipple was pinched first one way, then the other. Marcus stood and reflected a moment, humming, then happily put two more of the tiny clamps onto the insides of my lips, which hurt. 

He picked up his box where all of these wires were attached and, humming still, flicked switches, one at a time, sometimes two or three on, sometimes more on, sometimes one. I jerked and whimpered and moaned and bucked. The electric jolts would shoot into the clit, making it twitch, and at the same time, a jolt would hit my ribs or the insides of my pussy. I came twice and Marcus was very excited about that. At one point, he turned on all of the switches for my clit and pussy and pulled out his cock. He managed to work in past the wires and while my pussy and clit were being zapped by electric jolts, he fucked me and was very excited. His eyes were closed and he really enjoyed me. 

"I can feel you jerking every time the electricity hits," he grinned. 

He also liked using metal clamps and touching them with an electric wand. 

On the last afternoon I was there, Marcus had me tied to that wooden table again, lying on top of the old quilts. I could hear people driving by in cars, faintly. The gardener was outside, cutting the grass. Faint clinks from the kitchen. He had used the whip again that morning. I had bruises and red welts from several days of this, but at least this was the last day, I told myself. 

Marcus used vacuum pressure on my nipples, getting them gorged and red, puffed and tender. He tied them off, moved to my clit. When that was gorged and swollen and tied off, too, he went to his old favorite of the chains and clamps to pull my lips apart, puffing away on his cigarette and humming. He stroked the inside of my leg with his fingers. I twitched; it was very tender. He grinned, lighting another cigarette from the now almost-finished one. He nodded.

He whipped my pussy and nipples, the clit, the insides of my legs. I was already very sore. The flesh felt raw, but I knew there would only be red marks, welts, maybe a few bruises, but nothing permanent. Marcus had worked himself up into a lather, though, excited. He jerked his pants down and threw them aside. I could feel his cock brush against my leg at one point. Marcus kept adding clamps, large, small, sharp-edged with tiny teeth, nubs on the insides of some, tweezer style, alligator - it seemed he was putting everything he had on my body. He finished, satisfied. 

Incredibly, I was wet. I could feel cool air on the insides of my thighs and my pussy, brushing against wetness. Marcus saw it, too. He grinned at me. He twisted some of the clamps until I cried out.

"Beg me to stop." 

I did. He shook his head. "No. You have to really MEAN it."

I was very wet. I was getting into that euphoric state from pain and being tied. He realized it. He took his cigarette and gently touched the end of it to the inside of one of my lips. I screamed out. The clinking in the kitchen stopped, then started up again. Nobody was going to come in there, it seemed. Marcus chuckled. 

"Beg me, and really mean it," he said again. I begged, but he laughed. He touched the cigarette to the inside of my pussy again. I screamed and jerked my hips. He laughed. He moved up, one hand twisting the clamps on my clit and each side of it, scrunching the flesh and metal together tightly. I struggled against the wrist restraints, tugging frantically, and he laughed and laughed. He touched the cigarette to one of my nipples, and tears streamed down my cheeks and I begged him, stop it, but he laughed again. He touched the other nipple, then moved back to my pussy, puffing on the cigarette and blowing the smoke towards my face. He pulled out a knife and showed it to me. I jerked my head, no, and pulled on the wrist restraints and tried to free my legs. 

Marcus laughed. "You're getting me all excited."

I tried to stay still. He moved the cold steel of the knife, laying it against my belly, then digging the pointed end into one of my nipples just a little. I whimpered and said, "stop, please." He moved the knife along my ribs, gently. No blood drawn, but I felt the cold steel. 

"I could put this inside you," he whispered. 

"No!"

"I could put it inside your pussy. You'd like it."

"No! Please don't."

He grinned, moving the knife back down my belly. The quilt beneath my hips was catching the wetness that ran from my pussy, down my thighs to the table. He laid the flat of the blade against a lip. 

"I could slice you," he said quietly, watching me intently. I shook my head. I shivered but tried not to move my hips. He kept the knife against the lip but stuck two fingers in me. I bucked a little, amazed that I was excited.

"We need something else," Marcus said thoughtfully. He looked around, as though he hadn't thought this out. He reached underneath the table and pulled out a long-barreled gun, showing it to me. "It's not loaded," he said. I looked at it, then him, shivering.

"No, don't, please!"

He grinned. He rubbed the end of the barrel against my clit, metal clinking against metal. He jerked on some of the clamps and chains with his other hand. The pain made me more aware. He held up the gun.

"Fuck this for me," he said. "Fuck it and I'll let you go."

I nodded, too scared to say anything. 

He pushed the barrel inside my pussy. I could feel a little notch on the end. I don't know what kind of gun it was. It had a long barrel. It wasn't a rifle. It wasn't a pistol. The barrel was wider than I'd ever seen. I didn't care. I could feel it sliding in and out of me. 

"Fuck it," Marcus ordered. "Or I won't be happy."

I nodded and tried. He shoved the gun's barrel inside my pussy harder, and I moved my hips, trying. The clamps were all really hurting now. Marcus noticed this.

"In pain?" I nodded. "Good. Pain is very good." He leaned over and took my clit and some of the flesh into his mouth, sucked a little, then bit down slightly. I moaned and began to fuck the gun in earnest then. He was pleased. "Good." He picked up the knife in the other hand, keeping the gun inside me. He put the edge of the knife to my throat. "Keep going, whore." I fucked the gun and to my surprise, I came. I shuddered and moaned. As soon as I did, Marcus pulled the gun out of me and shoved his cock into me, hard. I came again. 

"I can feel you, slut. You keep fucking me and make me happy." I was sore and raw but I kept going, jerking my hips up and meeting him, until I felt him still and shudder and spew into me, warm and sticky. He slumped over me, panting, then pulled out.

"Lick me off clean," he ordered. He shoved his cock in my mouth, and I cleaned and sucked, licked him, wrapping my tongue around the rim, flicking the end of his cock with my tongue.

"Bite me just a little." I did. He moaned. After a while, he was hard enough and he fucked me again before he took off the clamps. The rushing of blood back to sore flesh hurt. 

Before Marcus untied me, Taylor had come home. He let Taylor fuck me. He asked the butler if he wanted to come in there, but the butler must have said no. 

Marcus pulled a chain between my legs and clamped it to another chain around my waist, pulling the one between my legs very tight. It cut deeply into me, rubbing my clit and pussy. It got wet quickly. Marcus showed me a set of nipple clamps he had devised: almost an oval, the two sides had tiny teeth for gripping on the insides. The sides opened, fitted around the base of the nipple, then was shut and a small latch held it tightly closed. This flattened the base of the nipple so much that the nipple started swelling. Marcus hooked the ends of these new clamps to a small chain he threaded through my collar. Then he sent me home. 

The next time I see them, I'll be nicer to Marcus. 



Introduction Ch. 02



 2; Induction...

Friday came and I was keyed up. It had been a foul day at work, the journey home was full of delays and frustration. The steps to my door were the entry to blessed sanctuary for my frazzled feelings, and improved my mood greatly. An icy beer from the fridge completed the transition to calm and focus. 

I had forty minutes before I found out whether my hook had been set deeply, or whether I had scared away that prize fish. I put the meal I had made in the oven and opened a fine pinot noir to let it breathe. I lit the fire and felt it begin to warm the room. Either way I would eat well with good drink to accompany the meal. I would accept either outcome, though the version which had dinner with her was infinitely to be preferred. She was a gem, this one. 

The salad was made and the table set in that special way, then I placed the required items in the entry, behind the door. Two of them, hung on the hook, ready to hand, above the chest that would serve a purpose for the next two days.

A few minutes to seven and the smell from the oven was beginning to be noticeable. I turned out the lights and lit the candles around the main room and on the triple candlestick in the entryway. I poured the wine into my glass and admired the warm colour of it.

I sensed more than saw a tiny movement through the glass in the door. My heart sped up at the sign. I checked my image in the mirror near the door, for no reason except routine and to delay the moment when I opened the door. An expectant and happy smile was on my lips.

The door swung inwards to reveal her, kneeling on the mat, knees wide, hands crossed in the small of her back, head held high with closed eyes. 

'Give me your hand, please'. She raised her left hand to me and I drew her to her feet, which she did gracefully. I ushered her inside and bade her stand in the entry while I closed the door and doused the light outside. Her eyes were still shut, showing high trust and strength of will.

I stood in front of her, at about arm's length from her. Her perfume was musky, but with some extra tang that I found hard to place. She was dressed in a skirt, with a hip length coat over what was above her waist. She moved slightly and I saw that the skirt was slit up the thigh to show a glimpse of nylon. 'Please open your eyes and look at me. I am pleased that you chose to return to me. Are you willing to be mine until Sunday evening, without knowing what may happen to you?' 

'I am yours, sir, for as long as you wish'. She had the deepest liquid brown eyes which turned up to my face. Her hands had returned behind her back and her feet were about shoulder width apart. Her black hair was tied back loosely and flowed down her back.

I reached forward and opened her coat. I drew in my breath as it revealed a shimmering halter of gold thread, plunging to her navel with bare smooth skin revealed. Her smooth shoulders made my hands itch to touch her. She smiled slightly as she saw my reaction. I folded the coat and placed it on the chest with her small handbag. 

'Please raise your arms'. When she had done so I gripped the halter by the lower hem, then lifted it off over her head to reveal perfectly shaped breasts. I folded the halter with regret, it was a beautiful thing, yet not in my plan. As I placed on top of the coat I saw she had changed her simple dumbbell piercing to a silver ring with a dangling jewel. Her nipples were erect from the chill or arousal.

I flicked the jewel and admired its motion. Her smile widened a little. I found the fastening of her silken skirt and unclasped it. The waistband opened completely to reveal her smooth skin, no underwear and a shaven sex. Her dark sheer stockings reached to below her sex. They would have to stay on- too enticing to resist. I was pleased that she had remembered my requirements from Wednesday.

I opened the chest and placed the folded clothing inside. The key went in my pocket when it was locked. I could see her take a deeper breath as she felt the impact of the commitment she had made. 

I reached for the dark silk from the hook behind the door and placed it gently over her eyes and tied it snugly behind her head. I turned her back to me, put her hands palm to palm, then tied the wrists with the length of soft rope. She complied with grace and trust.

I gently took the nape of her neck in my grip and guided her forward into the main room. When she was able to feel the warmth of the fire on her skin I stopped her, then pushed her backwards. She was unbalanced briefly, until she sat on the couch and breathed again.

'Sit for a few minutes, while I prepare'. I went to the kitchen and began to serve the meal, just one large serve. I took the dish to my place at the table, checked it all again, then fetched her from the fireside. The damp patch she left on the leather showed her arousal. I touched it, then raised the fingers to my nose. The special tang of her perfume became obvious.

I pushed her down onto the long, low stool that was to be hers. It had a padded, hemicylindrical top which pressed firmly on her sex, her knees just touched the floor on either side. Her head was slightly above the table top, near my elbow. I swirled the wine in my glass and took a sip-delicious! I held the rim of the glass to her full lower lip and said 'take a sip, girl.' She did so, a little awkwardly and a drop fell from the side of her mouth to fall on her breast, where it trembled a moment, then slid quickly down her torso. She shivered slightly.

I savoured the rich flavours of the lasagne with a couple of large mouthfuls, I was hungry after my long day. 'When we are together in private, this is how the meal will be. I will choose when and how much to feed you. Now open your mouth, please'. I placed a modest forkful of the food in her mouth, which she chewed and swallowed. Another forkful followed, then a sip of wine. I alternated my own meal with bites for her, giving her more salad than pasta. I fed her the whole of a large glass of water.

'There will be variations on the format of meals. You will not know how each meal will be done, which is part of my intent toward you. Next time you use that stool it will not be so comfortable. Now come up and offer me your lips.' I put my two fingers under her chin and pulled upwards. She struggled a little to raise herself and turn her face upward, with her lips moist and agape. I took a mouthful of wine and kissed her, trickling the lovely liquid into her. She choked slightly in surprise, then I could feel her tongue savouring it in her mouth. I pushed my tongue against hers, and loved the feel of her relaxation as she opened to me. I gripped her breast as I explored her mouth. Her chest was tense, but she pushed her breast into my palm and sighed slowly.

I was reluctant to let her go, but there was work to be done. 'Stay there, girl'.

The fire needed more wood and the dishes went to the machine. I wanted her to be hyper-aware of my movements and presence as I moved around the house. All her attention was to be mine, though the pressure in her crotch from the stool would be part of it.  

When I was ready I walked behind her, placed my hands under her armpits and forced her to stand. As she did so her nipples brushed the edge of the table, with a small 'ting' from the silver ring on the right. I drew her backwards from her stool and guided her back to the fireside, where the flokati rug had some large floor cushions. I placed her kneeling on one, eased her knees a little wider and pushed her shoulders back. She was utterly beautiful in the light of the fire and candles,

With my hand on the back of her head, I kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue as far as it would go- her mouth was completely open to me. My other hand seized her right breast firmly, then worked my thumb and finger behind the piercing and tweaked, which made her gasp.

I released her mouth, then ran my hands downward- one behind, one in front. I stroked firmly down her breast and back at once, feeling and squeezing her soft belly and muscular spine as I moved down. Her buttocks relaxed as I moved my fingers between them and at the same time I probed between her lower lips, pushing in at both holes at once. She moaned and squirmed as I circled both anus and vagina at once.

'What colour, girl?'

'Green, sir, oh very green' she said breathlessly. The luscious moisture on my right hand supported this. I wiped it on her belly, then pushed the fingers into her mouth to be licked clean, which was done thoroughly. I shoved my left fingers into the slippery stuff, then forced one into her rear, which clenched slightly before relaxing to admit me. 

'Tell me now how others have used your bottom. You are tight there' I was curious, she was clearly highly sexed, yet seemed naïve. She blushed bright pink as she began to speak, which I found charming, for a girl who was offering herself utterly to a man, and had allowed his finger to delve inside her.

'My first lover was a girl, when I was very young. She was older and more experienced, she broke my hymen with her fingers during my first deep tongue kiss. We explored each other's bodies for a summer. She was delightful, funny and passionate and gave me my first orgasms. She sometimes stroked me there and a few times she pushed inside while sucking me, it drove me wild. I wept bitterly when she found an older woman. 

'I became involved with a rather rough boy a few years later. He simply expected me to accept what he did to me, at his whim. It was very exciting and I became used to going home sore and tired from sex with him, he was very large and demanding. He tried several times to penetrate my bottom but I could not open to him, I was too scared of the pain. In the end he left me, saying I was not willing to please him. I wept again for the loss of his attention and cock, and the unfairness of his claim. I resolved to be more accepting in future.' At this point I felt her open a little more to my finger, matching the action to her words.

'I met my husband soon afterwards, a very different man with subtlety and taste who met all my practical and social needs, and was a gentle and considerate lover to me. He was not adventurous in bed, he never touched me there. I loved him, but never gained a climax with him, missionary sex in the dark was his metier. In the end I grew tired of pretending, and found the site on which we met. I have a dark side that must be fed, sir.'

I withdrew my finger from her then went to sit on the couch. I dug my fingers into her hair and drew her head towards me and opened my trousers to release my cock for her. She made a purring sound as she took it in her warm wet mouth. Her breasts crushed against my knees as she began her work.



Introduction Ch. 03



It was spring break at the college, so I'd gone home to Savannah for a few days. My uncle Jason and his wife, Maria, were already there. They have a house in Savannah, too, but they had decided to stay overnight for my homecoming. My dad was only going to be there for one night, then he and his new girlfriend were flying to France for a while. We had dinner; the new girlfriend was ok. Sarah something. 

It's a large house, two stories. My dad was on one side; my bedroom was on the other. Jason and Maria were next to mine. They came into my room after Dad and Sarah had gone to bed. 

"Let's see," said Jason. He pulled back the covers. I was naked except for my collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. I stretched, my arms overhead. He chuckled. "Slut."

Maria slipped off her night shirt. Jason was already naked. Maria slid her hand over my breasts, down my hot skin, put her hand between my legs, lifted up a little. My arms were still over my head, my hands clasped behind my head. That's how Jason likes it. 

Maria kissed my breasts, licked a nipple, moved up and kissed my neck. Jason was watching. There was only light from my bathroom and the moon through the window, but he watched, and saw. 

Maria kissed me, biting my lower lip, tugging at it a little with her small even teeth. She inserted two of her fingers inside my pussy, her thumb on my clit. She kissed me again. I could feel her breasts rubbing against mine. 

"More," said Jason. Maria turned and began to suck on my clit, her tongue flicking around it, her teeth nibbling it a little. I moaned a little. 

"Is she wet?"

"Yes," said Maria softly, looking up. 

Jason got on the bed and knelt over me. His cock was up and hard. He made it bounce a little in front of me, and grinned.

"Kiss it."

I obeyed. My mouth went on the tip of his cock, slid over it a little, back off, then on again, teasing. He sucked in his breath. "Good."

He scooted back. "You know how to hold her," he said to Maria. She nodded, got on the bed. I unclasped my hands, my arms still over my head. She knelt, legs on each side of me, and held my wrists in her hands, leaning forward and pushing down with her weight. She pushed her pussy against my mouth. I began to suck on her clit, my tongue flickering on the lips and against the clit, dipping into her. 

Jason is fast and can be rough if he wants to. He was rough tonight. It is my duty to my owners to please them both at the same time. I worked my mouth against Maria's pussy, sucking, licking, flicking my tongue inside her again and again. She wriggled against my mouth. Jason shoved into me with one big thrust. Maria had to work to keep hold of my wrists, because the bed jerked then. Jason fucked me, talking all the time: "You like that? You like having your uncle inside you? You do, don't you?"

Maria moaned, pushed harder against my mouth. I could feel her shuddering. 

Jason finished after Maria. "You know what that means," he said. "You're supposed to make us cum at the same time." I nodded. That almost never happened, but it was all part of our game. I looked at him and Maria. "Tomorrow," he said, and they left the room. 

The next day after my Dad and Sarah whatever left, Jason, Maria, and I left in his car and drove to their house, on one of the small islands that dot the Savannah coastline. Their house overlooks the ocean on one end through a set of windows. They have some servants, but they are used to us. 

When I stay at their home, I am naked, unless told otherwise. I serve Jason and Maria any way they tell me to. Maria follows Jason's orders, but both of them can give me orders. 

That morning I wore my collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, white lace stockings, and nipple rings. My nipples are pierced, but sometimes I just wear studs. Today I wore the rings at Jason's order. 

After breakfast, Jason took me to the entrance beneath the double staircase of their house. He placed my back to one of the columns. Maria was upstairs and lowered the restraints. She always enjoyed watching me being tormented. 

There are restraints and bars and chains and links and hooks hidden in places all over their house. Pull up a tile here, open a small cabinet there – instant dungeon. 

Before we began, Jason linked my nipple rings together with a piece of fine rope. He pulled on it until the rings were very close to each other, then he had me to lean forward a little. He pulled the slender rope through the D ring on my collar, lifting my breasts by the nipple rings.

Then, my arms were overhead, cuffs linked by D rings to a bar that was about 3 feet long. It was placed behind the column. The bar was linked overhead to a sturdy, heavy hook in the ceiling. This meant that my arms were up and back a little, pushing out my breasts – pulling hard on the nipple rings.

Jason put another bar of about 4 feet behind the column. He cuffed my ankles to each end of that bar through their D rings. He called out to Maria, who hit a switch. I was lifted off the ground a little, all of my weight on my wrists. Now my legs were spread wide and back a little, so my body was arched outwards against the column. I could feel cool air from a nearby ceiling fan. My nipples hardened even more. Jason noticed, and smiled. 

He put harsh clamps on my nipples; a set of several clamps were put on the base of my clit, another on the tip of it, two more on each side of the clit on tender flesh, and three on each lip. Fine chains hung from all of these. He attached small weights, several weights on the end of the chains that were clamped to the lips. He grabbed up the chains when he was done, tugged a little, causing a little pain, then let go suddenly. They dropped, pulling on my skin. I yelped. 

"That reminds me..."

He fished around in his pocket, then pulled out one of his fine handkerchiefs. He flipped it over a few times until it made a nice rolled length, inserted it between my lips, and tied it behind my head. 

All of my weight on my wrists; my body arched, the nipple rings tugging fiercely, the weights dangling from my pussy and clit, more weights hanging from my nipples. 

Jason smiled. He pulled out two vibrators, turned them on high, and pushed one inside my butt, and the other inside my pussy.

"Next time, remember to make us both cum at the same time."

He called over a couple of his friends, one a tall black man named George, the other a thin Asian of medium height who went by AJ. By the time they got there, the clamps were hurting, but the vibrators were delicious. 

George was impressed. AJ acted bored, but when they went into the other room for a drink, AJ stayed in front of me, staring. He finally started tweaking the chains with his fingers, making the chains and weights swing. He giggled a little. He pushed his hand against the clamps, pressing the metal against my flesh. I moaned. The vibrators and the pain were meshing and sending me into a zone. 

"You want her?" asked Jason. He'd walked back into the room.

"Sure." AJ shrugged, as if it didn't matter. 

Jason took out the vibrators. "Go ahead." 

AJ shrugged again, unzipped his pants, grabbed my waist with his hands. For a smaller guy, he had a big cock, and he knew it. He leered at me. With him fucking me while the weights and clamps were still on, this made the clamps dig into my pussy, the weights swinging crazily. My breasts jounced and tugged on the slender rope that tied them together. It hurt and yet it was blissful at the same time. AJ finished and wiped his cock on my thigh. 

"You want a turn?" Jason asked George. George shook his head.

"Naw. I'd rather not have an audience."

"I can put her in a room for you." 

George thought about that. "Ok."

Jason called to Maria, and they unhooked me, removing the weights. Jason untied the thread from the nipple rings. The sensation came flooding back to me and made me cum again. My knees felt weak and shaky. We went into a guest room downstairs. 

"You want pictures of it?" Jason asked.

"Shit. You got a camera?" George asked.

"Sure."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

Jason asked George his preferences, so Jason put the clamps back on me, with the weights. He added a fine chain to my waist, then two longer chains attached to the waist chain hung down in front, went under, then latched onto the back, pulled up tight. The chain bit into the skin between my thighs and crotch, pushing the pussy together a little. George was fascinated. Jason found out that George liked watching this, so Jason took out the little nipple collars, as he called them. These are like tight rubber bands that fit over the nipple and down around the base, but on the inside are tiny little spiked nubs that dig a little into the nipple. The band makes the nipple swell up, and the little spikes dig into the flesh even more. It can hurt unless you are in a zone. Then it feels like heaven. 

Jason linked chains between my wrists, and a second one between my ankles. I could move, but slowly and only with small steps. He linked another short chain between my nipple rings, then up to the D ring on my collar.

"Be a good girl for George," he said, patting my head, then he left and closed the door.

George stood there a minute. "Huh," he said. He thought a minute, then unzipped his pants. "Here. Start here."

I scooted forward and knelt in front of him with my legs open as wide as I could, like I had been taught. I took his cock in my hands, put my mouth on it. I licked slowly, as ordered, nibbled the rim gently, flicked my tongue on the end of the cock. I sucked slowly, moved my mouth back and forth. 

"Yeah. Yeah, that feels good. I like seeing a white girl with a black cock in her mouth," George said. "Makes me feel hot. Yeah."

I put my hands on his hips and took more of him in his mouth. He moved back and forth, then stopped. I looked up.

"We gonna try something," said George. He fumbled around in Jason's box, found what he wanted. "Here. Get on that bed and open those white legs of yours."

I laid down on the bed and bent my knees, opening my legs. He pushed my legs apart with his shoulders and arms, then put a clamp on the end of my clit. "That hurt?"

"Some."

"Good." He dished around in the box again. He came back and put another clamp midway on my clit. I already had one at the base. I jerked a little.

"That hurt more?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now I can fuck you. That gets me really hard, you spread out like that, knowing that hurts."

He slammed into me. After he fucked me, he turned me over so I was bent across the end of the bed, and he put his cock in my ass. "You feel those clamps on you, whore?"

"Yes."

"You feel them, pushing in on you?"

"Yes, yes."

"You like having me inside you like this?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Good." He finished, then he smacked his hand on my bare bottom, hard. He smacked it again, then again, leaving his hand imprint on my butt. He looked around the room. I was holding onto the bedspread.

"Get on the bed and turn over."

I did. He took the clamps that were hooked on the pussy lips already, and he took off the weights. Then he hooked them onto the fine chains that ran from the waist chain, between my thighs and crotch. He did this with four clamps, two on each lip. My pussy was spread really wide. He twisted the clamps that were pinching the skin on each side of my clit, and I yelped. He laughed. 

"We need something else." He thought a minute. He saw a chaise lounge in the corner of the room, dark red leather. "Lean over that." I did. He undid my ankle chain, then hooked it back so the chain was behind the two legs of the chaise. That kept my legs apart, while I was bent over. He lifted me by my waist until my hips were braced against the broad curved end of the chaise lounge – pressing all of that metal into my flesh. He laughed. He undid my wrist chain and hooked them underneath the chaise, so my hands were apart. 

"Hey, I like this! I got to remember this one." I felt his hand smoothing my bottom. All of my weight was really on my clit and hips, digging into my pussy, pushing the clamps and twisting them. I squirmed. 

"That hurting?"

"Yes."

"Good. That's what I like to hear." He leaned forward, whispering in my ear. "You making George all hot again, whore."

I heard a swooshing sound but didn't know what it was, until I felt his belt pop against my bottom. He did that a few times, smacking me, then stopped. He moved away, came back. I felt something hard and cool going into my pussy. "That's the flogger handle. You like that? Tell me you like that."

"I do. I like that."

He gripped my hair with one hand, and shoved the flogger handle back and forth inside me with the other. "Tell me you love this."

"I do, I do! I love this." To tell the truth, the pain had made me completely zone into sub space, and I really was enjoying it. The humiliation, the helplessness, the pain, the sensation of a flogger fucking me – it was feeling good.

"I think you're starting to like this too much, slut." He stopped. He left the flogger handle inside me, and smacked my bottom with his bare hand again. I jumped a little. He smacked me again and again with his bare hand, until I came, all over the thick flogger handle inside me.. 

"That's good. That's what George likes to see," he said. 

He finally took me off of the end of the chaise lounge and then jerked off the clamps, one by one. I whimpered and squirmed. He pinched the nipple nooses hard. The little spikes dug in. I was very wet, though. He finally decided to take me back to Jason and the others. Jason took off the nipple nooses and chains. 

"We're going to eat lunch now," he told us all. He looked at me. "You know what to do." I nodded.

The food was served and the guest sat with Jason and Maria. The butler never looked at me. He always tries to act like he never looks at me, but he does, of course.

There are two slender poles in the dining room, one on each side of the table. Normally, they act as holders for plants. Jason had taken the plants off of one pole. He hooked my wrist cuffs overhead to a sturdy hook that usually holds a big overflowing begonia basket. I was standing on my toes, facing the pole. The guests were facing the pole I was on, with Jason and Maria sitting at each end of the table.

"Show us what a slut you are," Jason said, sipping wine. The others ate. 

I faced the pole, my hands overhead, and began slowly rubbing my body up and down the length of the pole.

"More," said Jason.

I was sore from the clamps, but that also meant my flesh was tender and eager. I tugged against the wrist restraints, pulling myself up a little, arching my back. 

"Not enough," said Jason. He got up, walked over to me. "Look at her," he told them. He pushed my bottom against the pole with one of his legs, and I shuddered. "She's already been fucked, and she's ready for more!" He pushed my bottom against the pole again, harder this time, making me grind into the pole. My eyes closed, and I heaved against the wrist cuffs, pulling myself up a little more. I felt the first tensing in my pussy, and I pushed against the pole harder. I knew Jason would want me to please him. I pulled myself up again, arching my back, opening my legs and grasping the pole between my thighs. I was very tired, though, and did not cum on the pole like Jason had wanted. 

AJ left; George stayed, watching. Jason had left me hooked up to the pole. I knew he was not happy. 

"So what are you going to do now?" George asked Jason. 

"She didn't cum on the pole like I ordered her to. She'll have to be punished."

I shuddered. Jason was deliberately saying this near me, so I could hear, and anticipate, and have time to think about what was going to happen. George laughed. "I want to see that!"

"Of course."



Introduction Ch. 03



Introduction 3; Insertion.

She was soon taking my cock deeply into the back of her throat, I could feel her throat clench and then finally relax to accept it. She was gagging as it pushed further beyond her normal barrier. I pulled back briefly and she sucked air greedily, then I pushed back into her with my hand on her neck. 

When I felt that she was fully opened to me I withdrew and wiped her chin which was wet with drool. She nuzzled into my crotch, licking at the side of my cock, panting hard. I enjoyed the feeling and admired the way that her shoulders rose and fell as she breathed. As she returned to a more normal rhythm I put her aside on the cushion of the couch. Her tied hands made her helpless, her face pressed to the leather.

I stood and took off my trousers, folding them on the small table nearby. I removed my old soft belt and laid it on the arm of the couch, then worked my left hand's fingers into her hair. My other hand worked under her chest and I pulled her up straight on her knees, then to her feet. I untied her hands from behind her, then brought them around in front and I retied one and pulled it up to her throat. The rope went round behind her neck and I pulled up her other hand and linked them quickly. 

Her eyes were open when I looked at her face. I kissed her quickly, just because I could.

She followed me round behind the couch and I pushed her forward and bent her over the back until her head and arms were resting on the seat cushion. I moved her legs a bit further apart then laid my belt hard across her buttocks- she squealed, sounding surprised. My next stripe was across her upper thighs and she was quivering and struggling to keep in position. The last went across her lower back and left a red stripe there. 

Laying the belt aside I seized her hips and drove my cock deeply in her cunt, there was a delicious resistance and she flexed to allow me deeper. She was still quivering from the blows which added to the sensation around my cock. She moaned as I worked harder, her head thrashed with difficulty on the seat.

'Please may I come, sir?' I said nothing but slid my thumb into her rear, pushing harder until she yielded and I could easily work I back and forth. 

'Yes, come for me now.' She was shaking and moaning as she released her orgasm. She spasmed for a long minute, with gorgeous effect on my buried cock. She finally relaxed and slumped forward, limp. I withdrew from her cunt and placed my cock at her rear, pushing slowly forward. She was tight, yet once she worked out what was happening I could feel her pushing back to open herself for me. I finally pushed fully into her and she wailed in a low tone, then began to shudder in ecstasy, her hips working in circles around me. 

'What colour now?' I asked when she was quieter. My cock was still hard in her rear and she was slightly adjusting her pelvis, as if to explore the sensation more fully.

'Green sir, god, I love to feel you deep inside my bottom. I never knew it could feel so good to be fucked there. The second orgasm was much stronger. Thank you, thank you.' Her voice was muffled and breathy. 'The belt hurt badly, yet made the sex more intense- I feel like my whole body wants to be used.' 

'Stay as you are'. I withdrew from her, and went to the mantlepiece where I found the jar of lotion I had put there. It was slightly warm from the fire, yet she shivered as I smeared it on her skin, smoothing it along the red marks and working it into her vulva, which made her gasp and flex her thighs. She moaned a little as I worked two fingersful around and into the tight ring of her bottom. I was pleased to feel her trying to open herself to me. My instincts were proving to be right. 

I returned the jar to the fireplace, added another log, then went and cleaned myself. A few other actions in the bedroom, then the kitchen, and I was ready to deal with her again.

I went behind her and pulled her upright again, holding her against me by gripping her breasts. She could still feel my cock semi hard against her rear and pushed against me. We walked over to the table again and I helped her to straddle the stool again as I sat down. My fingers loosened the rope around her neck and retied her hands behind her back, but tighter this time, with her hands gripping her elbows. This thrust her chest forward appealingly.

I took a long sip of the wine, which had warmed and improved by being open to the warm air. I tipped it to her lips which she opened to the liquid. 'Close your eyes again, please.' From the dish on the table I fed her pieces of chili chocolate, alternating with segments of mandarin orange. I let her suck my fingertips between the morsels. She gave the impression of being in heaven.

'You have been here just three hours, my girl, yet I feel you have made a journey in that time. Soon we will go to my bed for the night, but first I would like you to tell me what you are feeling, both physically and emotionally'. I twined my fingers in her hair again and kissed her deeply, my tongue enjoyed her submissive response, and the mixed flavours of the food in her lovely mouth.

'Thank you, sir, for this experience. All my senses are overloaded. My back, bottom and legs are tingling from the belt, my shoulders are starting to ache from this tying and I am resisting the urge to grind my cunt into this stool. My anus is sore, but I can't wait to have you fuck me there again, it was such an intense feeling, both for the physical effect and the way you have taken me in a new way, without asking. I love you to use me so freely and I am very grateful to you. I feel embarrassed that you have not found your release in me yet. I hope you will let me try again soon.'

My eyes roamed her face and body for a while before I replied. She moved uncertainly as she waited. 'I have been testing your response to these actions. Tonight has not been about my pleasure, but about exploring your body and the way that you understand what you have done by giving yourself to me this weekend. There will be many chances for you to give me pleasure, later.

'Now stand up, I will prepare you for bed'. I snuffed the candles then took her through to the bathroom where I cleaned her teeth with an electric toothbrush, making her rinse and then drink a tumbler of water. I placed her on the toilet, and I watched as she released her urine. I had to remind her to keep her legs open while she did so. Modesty was one of the things she had given up to me and I loved the deep blush that went down to her chest.

I ran the shower until it was warm and then got in with her. I washed her thoroughly -face, back, arms and chest, giving loving attention to her breasts, enjoying the slippery feel, and the hardness of her piercing. I soaped down her belly and back simultaneously and my hands met in her crotch, exploring her openings until she was breathing hard again. I rinsed her again, then shut off the water. The big towel was rough to her soft skin and I applied it vigorously until she was pink. I dried myself next, then took her to the bedroom, where I sat on the edge. I drew her forward and made her kneel across my knee. It was awkward for her with her arms so tightly bound behind her and she flopped forward with a grunt as her breasts were pressed hard on my thighs. 

'You will wear this tonight, to open you.' I reached into the drawer and brought out the plug. She could hear what I was doing, but tensed as she was imagining the next step. I lubricated it liberally then pressed the tip to her anus. She writhed her hips as she accommodated the intruder. I had to work it in and out several times before it was seated fully within her and she sighed.

She stood again as I removed the cords from her wrists and arms. I rubbed the skin where the ropes had cut the circulation, and helped her to swing her arms to ease the stiffness. 'This is nearly as sore as the belt, sir.' I grinned, then opened the bed for her. I climbed in beside her and pulled her to me, spoon-fashion, my hands on her breasts and her bottom pressed to my cock. I was very tired, and slept soon, despite the temptation available to me.

My dream was intense, with rising passion and a sensation building in my body, as the climax approached I awoke to feel her mouth on my cock, where she had been at work for some time. I held her head and drove deeply into her throat as I came, releasing what felt like half a litre of withheld tension into her. I fell back, unable to move, as she licked me softly to collect any last drops, then nuzzled her face to me. I drifted back to sleep, floating happily.

When I woke in the early dawn she was still asleep on her back, her legs and arms spread wide and her black hair across the white pillow. My cock was hard already, recovered and primed from the midnight effort. I swiftly climbed between her legs and stabbed my cock into her. Her cunt was a little dry at first then was drenched as awareness returned to her. I took her hard, stroking deeply into her, enjoying the feel of the plug in her rear, through the thin membrane, until I came deeply inside. I could feel the muscles of her cunt tensing for me, milking me until I softened.

I relaxed across her, and as I drifted back to sleep, thought of my plans for the morning.

Let me know if you want more...



Introduction Ch. 04



I was lounging on a chaise by the pool, listening to the radio. Jason came up to me and sat in a chair next to me.

"You know George is waiting to find out what your punishment is," he said. He put his glass down on a small table behind him and leaned forward. He grinned.

"I figured he would." I stretched on the chair. Jason chuckled.

"You stretch like a cat." He scooted his chair closer, leaned over. His hand slipped beneath my back and untied my bikini top. He slipped it off of me.

"Why don't you put your hands back?" he invited. I obliged, wriggling down a little further on the lounger, putting my hands back and over my head. He tied them in place with the bikini top.

"Nice."

He grinned again, then stroked my breasts with his fingers. My cell rang, but I couldn't get it, of course. Jason picked it up, checked the number. He flipped it open and held it up to me.

"Hi? Oh, hi Dad. Yeah, just getting some sun." Jason's hand cupped my breast, his thumb flicking a nipple until it grew tight and peaked. "Huh? Sure. Yeah, I've got lots of lotion on."

Jason moved his free hand further down, looked at me, grinned again. He slipped his hand into my bikini bottom. I sucked in air.

"What? No, Dad, I think I swallowed a bug maybe. Sure, Jason and Maria are here. How's it going with Sarah?" I listened. Jason's hand kneaded my crotch, his hand moving under the fabric. He leaned forward and put one of my nipples in his mouth. I quivered.

"Oh, that sounds – uh. That sounds great. Yeah. Sorry, Dad, I'm a little distracted. Ok. Later!" The phone went dead. Jason flipped it shut and tossed it onto the table. He continued sucking my nipple, biting it a little with his teeth. His now free cell phone hand caressed my other breast. His other hand was still fondling my crotch, a finger probing inside me gently. He massaged my pussy until I moaned and shifted my hips. He chuckled.

"Still horny, aren't you?"

"Always."

He laughed, reached down with both hands, slid my bikini bottom off. He shoved my legs off of the lounge and onto the ground on either side of the chaise, slipped the bottom back onto one foot, then stretched it underneath the lounge, captured the other foot, and slid it into the other opening of the bikini. 

"Hey, this cost a lot of money!"

"I'll get you another."

He worked the bikini bottom up my legs until they were trapped firmly under the lounger, the bikini stretched tightly just under my knees. The bikini was ruined, of course, but I didn't care.

"Think anybody will see us?"

"Do you care if they do?"

"I'm hoping they do."

"Slut." He laughed, tweaked my nipple. He knelt and took my clit in his mouth, sucking gently. I moaned. He held my hips in his hands and pressed his thumbs in a little, towards the clit, his tongue flicking over it. 

He fingered me, moving three of his fingers in and out of me, then stood up and tugged off his shorts. He was hard. 

"Is my horny niece ready?"

"Always, of course."

"Nympho."

"That's what the doc said." We both laughed. I had seduced the shrink. Guess he was right.

Jason fingered me until I was writhing, just to tease me, then he knelt, his cock going inside me. I pushed up.

"Not yet, slut."

I waited, but I wanted him inside me, hard, fast. Now. He teased me a little longer, easing in and out, playing with my breasts. My hands tugged at the now ruined bikini top, but Jason is good with knots. It held fast. 

"Maybe we should call Daddy back and let you talk to him now." 

I panted. "You wouldn't."

Jason looked up. "Is that a challenge?" 

"No, I was kidding – hey!"

Jason picked up my cell and dialed Dad, then laid the phone on my shoulder. He put the speakerphone on. While we were waiting, Jason said, "Now, be careful. I want you to have a good conversation with Daddy and hear all about his new girlfriend. Ask Daddy to bring you a new bikini. Tell him you tore this one," he instructed. There was a click, then Dad picked up.

"Hi honey, what's up?"

Jason waggled his cock at me. 

"Um, hi Dad. I just wanted to know – " Jason shoved his cock into my pussy, and I gritted my teeth a moment – "I just, um, do you like Sarah?"

Jason began grinding his cock in and out, slowly, then pulling out almost the whole way, then back in. 

"I like her fine. You didn't seem that interested in her when you met."

"Oh, yeah, I am." Jason reached up and pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. I love that. I arched my back. The phone slipped a little. I shrugged my shoulder and hefted the phone closer.

"Well, she loves to paint. We're going to the Louvre while we're over here..." he rattled on about various museums. I didn't have a clue where they were going. Jason kissed my belly, his tongue flicking on my stomach.

"...and maybe stop in London. I need to see your Mom." 

"Oh. Ok."

Jason began fucking me in earnest. His shoulders were trembling slightly from holding himself up. The chaise skittered a little over the concrete.

"Um, Dad?"

"Yeah hon?"

"Could you –" I swallowed a moan, lifting my hips. Jason was ramming into me now, and I was pretty sure the gardener was watching us. 

"um, could you pick up a bikini for me? Something in Paris, maybe?"

"Sure hon. What happened to the one you were telling me about?"

"Uh. I tore it."

Jason was gritting his teeth, eyes closed, trying not to groan aloud.

"Too bad. Yeah, I'll pick one up for you."

We said our goodbyes. The phone went dead. I shrugged my shoulders enough to make the phone bounce onto the ground. I probably broke it.

I moaned and begged Jason for more.

"You love it, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I love it. I want more."

He fucked me hard and rough, the way I like it. He froze for a moment, feeling the bliss, coming.

"Oh God. Your pussy is so tight. I love my cock in it."

"I do too."

"I'm still gonna have to punish you." He grunted, then lay on top of me, his cock still inside me. My wrists were still tied overhead. I could see the gardener standing by the corner of the house, watching, one hand on his crotch. I licked my lips and smiled at him. 

"Jason, the gardener's watching."

"Good. You like that too, don't you?"

"Yes. You know I like being watched."

"And being fucked."

"Yes."

He lay there a few more minutes. Maybe we both dozed for a short time. He came to with a start. "I'm almost hard again."

I looked at him. "Fuck me again, then?"

He laughed. "I should let the gardener do it. I haven't checked him out yet, though." Anybody fucking me had to get a medical ok before Jason let them near me. 

I bumped my hips up and down. "Please?"

Jason laughed, tweaking my clit. "I'm going to leave you there while I swim for a few minutes."

"Ok."

I lay there, sprawled open and tied, while Jason swam. Then he untied me, and I swam naked while he watched. Later, we went inside and I filled the tub, got in. 

"Here, I'll wash you."

Jason leaned over the tub. I leaned back. We have a bar at the back of the tub. I reached over my head and held onto it. Jason worked his way up and down my body with a soapy cloth. He rubbed the cloth back and forth on my clit, down, between my legs. His finger entered me. 

"You still want more."

"Yes."

"Here. Get out of the tub a minute."

I got out and stood on a towel, dripping, wet and still soapy in places. We went into the room downstairs, a dungeon that is under the house, with padded leather walls on three sides. The fourth wall is painted blood red and holds a rack full of toys. 

"We need something special for you," Jason decided. "Something that will wear out that little pussy of yours for a while."

I waited. He was still naked, so was I. I shivered a little from the water that was still on me. Jason looked around the room.

"Here. I want this." He pointed. 

We have a couple of wooden ponies. One of them has a small saddle on it, though, like it's a real pony. There's also a dildo on the center of the saddle, and it's thick. It has little nubs all over it, but inside, it can vibrate and do other things. This pony has boxes on either side.

There are bars overhead; there are bars and all sorts of furniture in that room. Jason sat in a chair, made himself comfortable, to watch me. I put on my wrist cuffs that were lying nearby and walked over to the pony. Stood on a box, reached up to the sturdy silver bar overhead. I clipped the D rings of my cuffs onto the bar. I'd have to have help now to get free. I slung one leg over the saddle and began to ease myself onto the dildo.

"No!" Jason barked. I looked up. "I want you to shove yourself onto it. You said you wanted more."

He wasn't Jason now; he was Master, my owner. I obeyed. I pushed down hard and as fast as I could.

"Now, you fuck that while I watch," he ordered.

"Yes Master."

"You don't stop until I say you can." I nodded and began to pull up and down. The dildo was thick; the nubs rub on my insides. I was still cool from the water on my skin. That would change.

It was hard to heave myself up and down while my wrists were locked overhead. I used my thighs, my legs, propelling myself up and down. I flung my head back at one point and cried out, cumming on the dildo.

"Good. Keep going."

I clung to the dildo, clenching against it for a moment, savoring the spasms. 

"I said, don't stop until I say you can!" Jason was standing by me. He held a crop. He smacked it against my breasts a little. "Keep going." He stepped away, still holding the crop.

I began again, moving up and down, at one point rocking a little as I felt myself cum a second time. Again, when I spasmed, I clung there a moment, twisting slightly, feeling a second round of quivers starting.

I felt a smack against my lifting bottom with the crop.

"I said, don't stop. I think you need incentive."

"yes Master."

Jason stepped away, came back. He was holding a small box.

"Master, no!"

"Yes." He flipped a switch on. I felt the sizzle of electricity from inside the dildo jolt inside me. I jerked a little.

"You need more incentive?"

"No, Master." I worked the saddle again. Now and then, Jason flipped the switch on, and I felt the electricity seep out from the dildo, raking my insides. I jerked, and orgasmed.

"Good. But I think you need more."

"No Master, I'll do more."

"No. You need more."

He came over to me and pinched my nipples, one at a time, pulling them up, clipping them at the base. They had wires hanging from the ends. 

"I still don't think that's enough," he said.

He twisted my clit with his thumb and finger, pulling it out while I still had the dildo inside me. He clamped the base of the clit with another metal clip, yet another wire hanging from it. He plugged the wire from the clit into the front of the saddle. The wires from the nipples, he pulled up and attached to a small device at the top of the silver bar, between my captive wrists. 

"I think you have some good incentive now," he said. He flicked a switch on the saddle. 

The pulse goes out to the clit, then to one nipple, then to another, then shoots up through the dildo into the pussy. I groaned and cried out. I lifted up with my legs, which were trembling a little, pushed down on the dildo.

I came again, shuddering, hanging by my wrists limply while my legs clasped the sides of the pony's saddle, feeling the charges jabbing at my clit, which made it jerk and twitch. Damn. I was horny again. I shuddered and pulled myself up again.

Jason came over to me. "You still aren't satisfying me." He held out metal. I stood at his command, trembling. He fitted it around the base of the dildo.

"Now sit."

"Master, please – "

"Sit."

I sat, the dildo pulsing inside me, now alternately vibrating and shocking me. My clit was throbbing, my nipples pulsing and tingling. Now the metal on either side of the dildo stung me at times, too. Jason flipped up the dial on the saddle so I could see it.

"Master, please, I beg you, please don't, please..."

"Be quiet." He increased the voltage yet again. I squealed.

"Now fuck it." 

"Yes, yes I will."

"Let me see you do it."

"Yes." I fucked the dildo, crying at one point, tired but each time, orgasming, Jason watched me. I hung from the bar for a moment, panting, heaving. My clit was jerking around from the electric shock and from lust and blood pounding in me.

"I don't think you've had enough yet," he said. He turned the dial up one more notch. He reached under the saddle, fiddled with a dial there. Now the vibrator was on as high as it could go, pulsing and throbbing inside me. I gasped and came at once, twisting on the dildo a little.

Jason's hand came down to cover my skin that was bulging over the dildo. He rubbed it, pressing in. I moaned. His other hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. He leaned in, whispering.

"I know you haven't had enough. Have you?"

I shook my head. He jerked my hair a little.

"Have you?"

"No. No Master, I haven't had enough yet."

"And why is that?" He waited while I panted, catching my breath. I wasn't even having to move up and down on the dildo now; the vibrator inside it was so powerful, the electric shocks jolting me so much, I only had to twist a little and I would cum. I did it again while I answered him, my voice quivering.

"Because – because I'm a slut, Master."

"That's right. And what else?"

"I'm a whore, Master."

"Good. Tell me what else."

"I'm a slut, Master, I love to fuck my uncle, Master."

"Good." He released my hair, smoothing his hand down my back. "What else?"

"I'll fuck anyone, Master. I'm a slut and a whore. I'm a nympho, Master."

"Yes, you are." He paused, rubbing my back. I jerked forward a little, rubbing against his hand. "And did you like talking to Daddy while I fucked you?"

"Yes, yes Master, I did."

"And why is that, hmm?"

"Because – "I jerked, spasms, orgasming against his hand, the dildo wet with my cum, my nipples twitching – "because, because you're my uncle, Master. Because you were fucking me. Your cock was in my pussy."

"And you like that, don't you, whore?"

"Yes. Yes, oh God, yes." I moaned loudly and shoved my tortured clit against his hand. He smiled.

"Good. " He stopped the vibrator and the shocks, unclasped my wrist cuffs, helped me off of the dildo. I collapsed on the floor, quivering.

"Have you had enough?"

"For now Master, yes."

He laughed at that. "Get on the table." He helped me over to a padded table that was waist high to him. He put on my ankle cuffs, threaded rope through the D rings, tied me to the table. It's wider than average and a little higher than the usual table. 

He put tiny clamps on my pussy's lips, two on the clit, little clamps on each side of the clit; little clamps on my nipples and around the top of the breasts. More little clamps on the insides of my thighs, on the tops of my inner arms.

He kissed me. I was squirming a little with the pain and still feeling tender from the dildo. Any minute now, though, I'd begin zoning.

"Stay here, slut. I'll be right back."

He was gone for a while. I heard voices. He'd brought one of the servants with him, but it wasn't the gardener. 

Jason and the man stopped beside the table, the man looking at me and excited. 

"I have a problem with this slut here," Jason said, pointing at me. "I fucked her, but she's still hot. You want her?" The man nodded, eager. "Good. I'll leave you two alone for a while. Leave the clamps on her," he added.

The man licked his lips and fumbled at my breasts. I didn't say anything.

He squeezed my breasts, then stopped and unzipped his pants.

"Mr. Jason, he says you are a slut. Is this true?" the man asked, pulling his pants down. He stepped out of them and folded them carefully, then began pulling off his shirt. 

"Yes." The clamps were feeling good now, not painful.

"You ok with me, you know?"

"Yes."

The man shrugged. He pulled off his shoes and socks, undressed completely. He licked his lips again. "It's true what they say then? You are a whore?"

"Yes, yes I am." This made him very excited. He put his hands on my belly, and I quivered.

"Mr. Jason, he says to call you slut and whore. You like that?"

"Yes, yes I do. I am a slut. You want to fuck me?"

"Yes." Without warning, his cock went into me, and I jerked. My flesh clamped against his. 

"Mmmm" he groaned. His hands on the table, he shoved in and out.

"Harder, please," I begged.

He began getting rougher, going faster. He was pushing in and out, which pushed on the tiny clamps. I came and cried out. He kept going, faster, harder, until he came. He stopped, panting, leaning on me, his face near mine. His hand reached up and he idly flicked one of the clamps on my nipple. 

"This hurt?"

"A little."

His cock was still in me. He twisted the clamp suddenly, flicking it off. I squealed. 

"Now you getting me hard again."

"Good. You can fuck me again if you want."

"Again now?"

"Again now, or any time you see me around here. Or I can play with myself in front of you, if you want."

He got hard again and fucked me, this time very hard and rough, reaching up at one point and grabbing my breasts and pulling off clamps so they came off with a sharp snap! He finished, exhausted.

"Oh baby. That was good."

"Yeah. Thanks. I meant it, you know."

He had pulled away and was sitting on the floor. 

"What?"

"About fucking me. Just let me know."

"I see you sometimes, walking around, no clothes."

"Yeah. I like that, too. Just let me know when."

"Ok." He put on his clothes and left. Jason came back.

"Did you have a good time, little whore?" he asked. He pulled off the rest of the clamps.

"Yes. Thank you."

"I think you need more men," he said. He began untying my cuffs from the table.

"What do you mean?"

"I got a call from a friend. There's going to be an auction. I think I'll put you up for bid. Maybe I'll tell George."

"George likes it rough."

"So do you."

Jason finished untying me, held me for a while. I finally went upstairs, took another bath, and lay down to rest. I'd said yes to the auction. Of course.



Introduction Ch. 04



4- Intermission.



She was still sleeping deeply when I awoke. I was able to move out from beneath her without waking her, then stood watching her sleep like a child. 

I went to make a coffee, then some plans. There were a number of choices to be made, the first one to do with the coming evening. I put on my robe, then some mellow morning music while the croissants were warming, to help the thought processes. The sun was streaming onto my table as I set it, a lovely day was stretched ahead. 

By the time I was ready to wake her, a plan had formed and I was clear on how to proceed. The fruit salad was glistening in the bowl, orange, mango, banana and kiwifruit, with her favourite yoghurt on the side and the juice with the most pulp. While I was in charge of her food, she would have chosen this. The split croissants smelt gorgeous, the fresh home -made boysenberry jam was ready and my second coffee was waiting.

I gently pulled back the covers and opened the curtains. The warm sun on her bare skin soon had the desired effect and she began to move and stretch. The dried fluids on her thighs and the red marks on her rear reminded me of the night we had spent. I loved to see her move. She returned to consciousness slowly, then sat upright quickly when she saw me, her eyes went low and hands went behind her. 

'Enough of that for now, honey, come and have some breakfast with me.' I led her through to the kitchen and held out a chair for her to sit on. She gestured to the stool she had used the night before, with a question in her eyes. 'No, not this morning, dear. You have time out from those games for a while, though you will not wear clothes today, and polite behaviour is still expected. You will be back on your stool soon enough.'

She sat on the chilly wooden seat carefully, then sat upright and waited for me to sit. She was lovely, with a slim waist, long neck and perfect breasts. A man would be crazy to give up any opportunity to enjoy her. The glint of metal in one nipple was the only clue to her dark tastes.

She mixed the yoghurt with her fruit and waited until I began mine, whereupon she fell on her bowl like a (vegetarian) wolf. A few minutes later she was finished, with a flake of croissant pastry on her lower lip and a dab of yoghurt on her breast. I offered her coffee which she happily accepted. As I filled her mug I scooped the yoghurt onto a fingertip, which I then licked. Her tongue darted to catch the crumb, leaving her lip glistening.

'Please answer me honestly, my dear. There is a further step coming in your future here, so I need your feelings to be clear to me. Will you do this?' She nodded, though her eyes stayed down. 'Please look at me and speak out- this is not the time to be submissive'. My voice was only a little firm, yet she reacted sharply.

'Yes, of course Sir, I will speak from my heart'. Her deep brown eyes looked frankly into mine. 

'Are you still happy with your choice to come and be mine this weekend? You have experienced pain and my control of your body, will you continue with that choice? There are three alternatives open to you, to continue as we have started and follow where that leads, by my choice. The next option is to renegotiate our weekend- to set some limits of my use and control of you, while the third choice is that I return your clothing and you leave. This is a true choice, open to you now'. As I spoke, her face was showing a number of emotions but settled on a wistful asymmetry when she responded.

'Last night was the most intense of my life, Sir. I think there is no going back to a 'normal' life for me now. If you send me away I will have to find someone to replace you, yet they will never compare well to you. To leave now would disappoint me forever. If I was to ask to renegotiate, it would be to treat me less gently- the pain was minor and the pleasure I gained beyond it was immense. Your belt opened my senses for greater intensity. I did not like it, yet would ask for you to take me further down that path- I trust you to handle me safely. I have my safe words should I need them. 

'If that is all you wanted to know, Sir, please may I visit the bathroom and then return as your slave? Thank you for the breakfast, and for the chance to make the choice.' She walked out of the room at my wave, and soon I could hear the water running at length as she washed herself. While she was doing this I cleared away the breakfast things and emptied the dishwasher from last night. The coffee and juice were working their magic on my bladder so I went towards the bathroom. 

She was moist and glowing from the wash and dropped to her knees as I entered. 'I have filled your bath, Sir. I would ask to wash you.' 

'Fine idea, my girl, but first I need to piss', and I moved to use the toilet. She came with me, and knelt again as I stood.

'May I hold you as you do this, please?' and she reached out to take my cock in her soft hand.as I opened my robe. It was half –hard and I feared that it would be difficult to focus on my main task. She held it lightly throughout the process, shook it lightly, took the last drop on her fingertip then licked it. She stood and reached up to take my robe from me. I stepped into the warm water and felt it flow up and over my body. 

She lathered her hands and began to caress my body-chest, back neck and face, slowly and lovingly. She lifted each arm, began at the fingers and progressed steadily at my armpits, something between a massage and a wash. Her hands explored my crotch, carefully and lovingly treating each facet of my equipment, then she carefully explored between my buttocks, gently cleaning me. She leaned me forward and worked up my back, until she was gently massaging my neck. 

'I usually wash my hair each morning. The shampoo is just on the left, there'. She was soon massaging my scalp, lovingly and thoroughly, then rinsed me twice. By this time the water was becoming cooler.

I stood and let her drain the water, then she dried me gently, with two towels, in all the places she had washed so lovingly just a short time before. When I was well dried, I stepped out of the tub and said 'good girl, that felt lovely. You have served me well this morning. 

'Please go and clean up the kitchen, then make the bed and tidy the bedroom. I have some work to do that I must do alone. Meet me by the dining table in one hour from now.' She went to work with a small smile and soon I heard her at work. I went to put on a soft pair of light trousers and an open neck shirt, then to my workshop to put materials together. 

Noon had just passed when I went in to find her at the table. She was kneeling on her stool, with her hands clasped behind her back, eyes down and lips apart. She was moving slightly on the stool, pressing her cunt against the leather, her face was a little flushed and she was breathing steadily but deeply. I could smell her arousal and see the moisture on her vulva.

'Keep your hands behind you, stand up and follow me. The next time you sit there, it will not be so relaxing.' I took her to the deck on the sunny side of the house, and put a blindfold around her eyes. She could tell when she was outside, and was shy as I took first one hand and then her other one and attached them to the straps fixed to the lugs I had bolted to my deck. I adjusted the length of the straps so that her arms were extended with just a little slack, then spread her legs and strapped them to the lugs at that end. This tightened the straps on her wrists, until she was strained with little movement possible. 

'I want you to feel that you are open to the world, that you can't hide or flinch away from whatever will happen to you. If insects land on you, you have to accept them, if birds or animals touch you, you must know that they can do anything with you. This is your life that you have chosen- to accept, to truly submit to the world and to me. I will be watching as you endure this .' She nodded and wriggled in slight ways against her bonds.

I placed a broad-brim hat on her head, then sprayed sunblock on her bare skin and rubbed it in to all the parts that the sun was touching, and a few others. I gave her a long suck on a bottle of water, then checked her. Her cunt was wet to the touch and her nipples firmly erect- this was a subtle method of establishing control, but seemed to be working, so far. I loudly walked away, to sit silently in a deck chair while I watched.

The position was stressful for her, and after some time she began trembling- her belly and thighs first, then her upper torso. After an hour I was ready to relieve her tension- she had done well, but sweat was running down her body and her muscles were twitching. The hat was slipping, then it fell off as her head fell sideways. I moved towards her, then watched as she released her bladder and moaned with the sensation that it brought her. 

I undid the strap on her left wrist, then the left ankle, and then the other side. She clung to me as she was freed. I lifted her and carried her indoors, to the bedroom where I laid her on top of the bed. Another large drink of water was greedily taken, then off with the blindfold. A fresh towel dried the sweat and sunblock from her, then I applied massage oil to her arms and began to massage the strain from her limbs. She was moaning softly as I worked on her arm muscles, then on to her shoulders and neck. Her legs were next, and the tightness in those muscles was intense, her moaning increased as I worked.

I gradually moved to stroking her softly, until she slept. A blanket was nearby which I draped over her. She was soon deeply asleep, snoring lightly. I snuggled in behind her and held her while she slept, in the warmth of the afternoon. 

I woke some time later as the sun had moved away from the windows. It was much later, and she was already awake. I checked the time, then stood up and drew her up beside me. Her legs were still a little shaky, but she followed me back to the dining room, meekly. I led her to the stool, where I had screwed in the butt plug she had used last night. I added lubricant and had her ease herself down on to it, which took some time. She kept her hands behind her back.

'In half an hour, the doorbell will ring and someone will bring our dinner. I want you to stand beside me while I pay the deliveryman. You will keep your hands behind your back and keep your eyes on me at all times, yet you will know that he is exploring your body with his eyes. I will do all the speaking, you are just for decoration. I want you to show me your obedience in this way.' Her eyes widened as I went to get a beer. I fed her sips and some snacks while we waited. 

Not long after, the bell rang. I pulled her gently off the plug and over to the entry. She trembled slightly as she stood straighter and fixed her gaze on me. Her breasts jutted forward and also trembled. The person who brought the containers of food was a young man of about twenty. He was polite and businesslike until I gestured for him to bring the food in to place it on the table. He did a classic double-take as he saw her standing there, then focused on carrying the food in. He did not say another word before he left. 

I paid him, and as he walked back to the door I said, 'you may touch her if you like.' He stopped dead and turned slowly towards her, and reached out his left hand to her breast, touched it briefly then almost ran for the door. 'He will have a story to tell his mates tonight, my dear, and he will masturbate with you in his fantasy for weeks. Well done, little one.' She blushed deeply as my words struck her ears.

When I had set out the food, I put her back on her stool. She slipped more easily onto the plug, this time. As I fed her I explained that we would be going out to an event later in the evening. 'It will take me a while to get you properly outfitted for the show, though. You should hope the night stays warm.'

She ate eagerly from my hand again, taking small chances to lick my fingers as they came near her lips. She was forced to move a little on her stool, and I could see that the plug was working its magic within her. By the time she was cleaning my fingers with her busy tongue she was breathing deeply and working her bottom up and down on the stool. 'Stop that now' I told her, and she took a deep breath and held herself still, with obvious effort. I raised her off the stool and she looked very disappointed, until I bent her forward on to the table top and drove my fingers in to her cunt, feeling the wet walls pulse with her arousal. I undid my fly and drove my cock into her oily rear, reaching to hold her breasts, which I used as handles to drive more deeply within her. The dishes rattled as I used her, a fork fell to the floor when she gripped the edge of the table and spread her thighs a little more to get me deeper within her. 

She shuddered and twisted as she reached her climax, I kept on fucking her rear until I was ready to squirt my semen deep into her-her orgasm continued on and on until long after I had finished. I felt and heard a gush of wetness on my leg and the floor- something new from this surprising woman.

Flopping forward on to her back, with my hands mashed between her breasts and the table top, I was panting in time with her breathing. I wanted maximum skin contact in this moment. It took many minutes for her to stop trembling and breathe more normally. A layer of sweat was between us, and elsewhere was drying on me. 

The sun was nearing the horizon outside the window and I drew her up and held her to me. She turned within my arms, yet I felt she was grateful for my strength, as she felt very heavy in my grasp.

'O thank you, thank you sir'. I had to lean down to be sure of her words, her voice was weak, like a voiced breath. 'That was the greatest orgasm of my life, sir- I felt I might die, but in joy. I think I may have wet myself, I am sorry'. We looked down to see a wet patch spreading on the carpet, and the wetness on our legs. I touched a finger to the moisture and tasted it.

'It is not urine, my dear. I am not sure what it is, but I have seen it before, at the moment of orgasm. I find it exciting that you have this ability and you have shown it to me now. Well done, honey.' I lifted her and carried her to the couch, where I wrapped her in a blanket and left her to lie. 

When the dishes had been put away, I wiped the floor and then prepared for the next step of this day. Her understanding of the world was going to be widened tonight, in ways that she could not imagine. The way she would be presented was part of that expansion, and I wanted it to be excellent for her.

Into the night...

It had taken me some time to find the right stuff to use in this situation. In the end I had found a recipe on line that worked when I made it up then tried it on myself. One principal ingredient was dark chocolate, so it was always likely to be a success. After some time I went and shook her gently. She was awake but her eyes were unfocused, until she began to come back to me. I hugged her warmly, then said 'come with me please, it is time to get ready.' She allowed herself to be led by the hand.

'Go to the bathroom and clean yourself, both outside and inside. There is an enema kit on the cabinet, I expect your skin to be completely clean and dry and your hair must be tied high on your head. Please be back here in twenty minutes. There are extra towels in the cabinet' She trotted off to comply, still with a dreamy look in her eye.

When she returned Ito the kitchen I was wearing my workshop apron and had the materials heating on the stove top. An odd, rich smell was strong in the room. There was a drop cloth spread on the floor with a low stool at its centre. I helped her to stand on it, then I placed her hands on her head. I took a flexible decorative metal band and stretched it around her neck, down to her shoulders and chest, until it was scratching at the upper curve of her breasts. I settled it in a way that would last for the time required, then took a marker pen and drew a dark line around her ankles and wrists. It was time I turned to my main work.

She was beginning to shiver slightly and her nipples were as hard as the steel that pierced one. 'It is necessary that your skin is cool, dear-please endure it with grace.' She nodded but her eyes were wide and I could see many questions in her eyes- yet no question came from her mouth, which made me proud of her. She could not see what was happening behind her as she faced the door.

I checked the temperature, tasted it again- edible, but not nice. The temperature was acceptable, so I took my brush and began to paint her back with the black stuff. She jerked when the heat hit her cool skin, yet the paint cooled immediately as I had hoped. I had judged the consistency perfectly and it formed an almost smooth but thin layer covering her. I covered her whole rear side from collar to ankle marks and down to her wrists. She was trembling as I painted more sensitive parts, armpits, thighs and the inside of her wrists. 

'Please step one foot down on the floor so I can reach other parts'. She shivered more dramatically as my firm damp brush covered her shaved cunt lips and deeply between her buttocks. I was thorough, as I did not want any flakes to come off. I kept her in that position for the paint to dry. I began on her front, with long strokes and swirls around her curves. She was breathing in ragged gasps as I came close to her crutch again, I could see moisture on her lips-I was tempted to paint over that area again, but held off, to see what might happen.

'This has to come out, I am afraid, my dear.' I put down my brush and held her breast firmly as I worked to detach the piercing that was there. It was hard to detach and the process led to even more ragged breathing from her- her face was red and her chest was heaving as the nipple suffered indignity. The paint went around and over her breasts, I had to take extra care to be sure it had full coverage- hard to do with the vigorous motion she was trying to control.

I put extra care in matching the edge of the paint to the neck band, so that it looked natural, then checked the ankles and wrists. 'Put both feet on the stool again, my dear, I need to inspect my work.' I walked away out the door, then turned to look back. From this distance she was wearing a set of opaque tight black shiny clothes, low on her shoulders, yet slightly odd. 'Turn around, please'. As she rotated I spotted a couple of flaws in the paint, but overall I was pleased with the look I had given her.

As I came closer to her again the finer points of her nudity became clear- from 4 or 5 metres away she looked clothed, but a closer look disclosed naked breasts and cunt, 

'That is a lovely look, honey. You will make a big impression like that tonight. Now we need to be sure that it stays looking good while we travel there. We are going to a special soiree for kinky couples and you will be presented to the group for the first time.' I touched up the patches of paint that I had missed, then poured the remaining paint into a vacuum flask to stay warm for further touch ups. 'You are completely forbidden to touch yourself in any way. Do not cross your legs or your arms, and move as little as possible. You have eaten and drunk enough for the moment, and should not need to visit the toilet for some time. It will have serious consequences for your costume if you do, and I will decide whether or not to repair any such damage.'

As the implications of this news penetrated to her imagination her expression changed and her eyes opened wider, her mouth also. I washed the brush and took off my apron. I helped her down off the stool and guided her to stand with her legs apart and arms out from her sides. 'Stand as you are while I change.' 




Introduction Ch. 04



I returned in a few minutes dressed in black jeans and shirt, carrying a chocolate brown satin robe that had a deep hood, like a monk's cowl. She was trembling just a little from the strain of holding her position. I gently put the robe on her and she closed it gratefully around her. 

I led her out to my car and laid a towel on the seat for her. I pulled the back of the robe up so she did not sit on it. The trip was not long for me for a young naked woman going in to the unknown. For once, there was parking near the non-descript converted industrial building that was our destination. As I went to get her from the other side of the car, I reached in my bag and pulled out an Italian carnival mask, which I put on her. The long leather nose looked odd poking out from the cowl.

'Your body will be shown to everybody tonight, but your face will be only for me to see. You will be near to me at all times, and I will be making any choices for you. If anyone is to touch you, it will be at my decision. You will need to be aware that if anyone does touch you, that is because I have chosen the person and the action. That will make it easier for you to accept-for that is all you may do. If you are worried, say your colour words, "red, yellow or green for go" and I will hear you. You may or may not be included in any activities. Your main purpose tonight is to watch and learn from what you see. I want a full report from you, with your feelings and any thoughts you have. Do you understand?'

'Yes sir, thank you for the explanation. I am grateful that you will be near me to protect me. I am very frightened to be here.' I patted her (gently) on the back and took her through the outer door, then buzzed for entry. 

In the inner foyer I took her to a quiet corner, removed her robe and checked her coating. There was a little cracking in the creases of her knees and hips and some wear on her buttocks, which I quickly touched up with the brush that I had brought. She looked perfect again. I put the fine chain around her neck, attached the lead, and drew her with me as I opened the next door.

(to be continued...)



Introduction Ch. 05



It was early evening in Savannah, and outside the crickets were humming and the smell of salt from the ocean was on the air. Wind was blowing gently. The windows of Jason's house were open downstairs, and through them blew the scent of a coming storm.

Indoors, we had one guest, a friend of Jason's who was planning a mock auction of slaves and submissive. It was a fun event. Small rooms were usually set aside for buyers to test their new properties for the evening. I was looking forward to it.

So was Jason.

I stood beside him. Maria was in the kitchen, humming to some music on the radio. She was making drinks. 

Alistair McDair sat in a comfortably padded chair next to Jason's. He was fat. He had jowls that hung down on either side of his mouth, and rolls of fat around his neck. People who gently tried to persuade him to say that he was "overweight" instead met with his glare and his "harrumph!" and announcement that no, he was fat. He seemed for some reason to take pride in it. I think he had decided long ago that his weight somehow equaled his bank account, because it was equally huge. 

He shifted his weight. He wore a suit and tie, a gentleman by appearance, maybe early 50's. Hard to tell. 

Jason was seated in the twin of McDair's chair. He sipped slowly, put down his glass. He answered McDair's earlier question.

"I want to auction off my niece," he said slowly, his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. He patted my belly. "Something special for that night. I was thinking of putting her up for bid to a small group." He smiled at McDair, who looked at me.

"Is she willing? I mean, a small group, Jason – more than one person? In the same night?"

Jason smiled. "Oh, she's willing. That's the problem." He looked up at me. I had my left arm draped around his neck. Jason flashed his teeth at me in a grin. I leaned down and kissed him. McDair watched, quiet.

"Here's the problem, Alistair," said Jason. He picked up his drink again, sipped, put it down. "Or – you tell him," said Jason suddenly. He looked up at me.

I smiled at McDair. "I need more."

Jason's hand moved back, to my bottom. He patted it gently but firmly. "Be explicit."

I nodded. "I need more sex. I need – " I looked at Jason. He nodded. 

"Show him."

I was wearing a sundress, spaghetti straps, with a small bow across my breasts. Very cute. Blue background, white daisies, bright yellow centers. Cute. 

But the bow was across the breasts, tied like a sarong, and the bottoms of my breasts clearly showed. I moved over to McDair, picked up one of his chubby hands, and selected a finger. I moved it between my breasts, which were tight and full, inserting his finger under the bow, between the flesh. I moved it up and down. He looked at me, his mouth hanging open a little while he took his usual raspy deep breaths. He had small eyes, but they opened a little.

I stepped back, pulled up the sundress and tugged it around my waist. I wore no panties. I wore no underwear at all, of course. 

"You see?" said Jason. "She likes to show off her pussy. Don't you?"

"Yes." I looked at McDair, the sundress bunched around my waist. I picked up the same chubby hand and smoothed it across my hip. He set down his own glass and leaned forward a little. Put both hands on hips and moved them a little until they cupped my bottom in his big hands. He squeezed gently.

"How often does she do this?" McDair asked Jason.

"Tell him."

I looked at McDair. "As much as I can. I like people to see." I moved closer to McDair, who looked up at me for a moment, then back down. "I like for them to touch."

McDair kept his hands on my bottom, flexing it gently with his fingers. I could feel them digging into my flesh, pulling apart the cheeks a little, squeezing them together. I was excited.

"See? She likes it. Don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I like what you're doing. I like that you're looking at me. Do you want me to get closer?" I asked.

McDair nodded, massaging my bottom with his hands.

I stepped closer until my knees were against the chair edge, my legs on each side of one of his legs. I bent my right leg and put it on the chair's arm. 

"Can I take off my dress?" I asked over my shoulder.

"Yes," said Jason. He stood up and came over, standing next to McDair's chair. "He should get a good look at the merchandise he'll be selling for me."

I pulled my dress over my head and tossed it to the floor nearby. 

"She's beautiful. I might bid on her myself," said McDair. He slid his hands to my hips, mesmerized. 

Jason nodded at me. "Show him more. And tell him what you are."

I leaned over McDair, putting my hands on his shoulders, rubbing a breast against his mouth. He opened, and I slipped a nipple in. His lips clamped onto the nipple. I felt hot, both men watching me. I took one of his hands and gently urged it to my front. He placed it there, still at first, sucking on my nipple.

"I like it," I said. "I like you watching me, I like men playing with me. I like your hand on my pussy – "I gasped then. His thick thumb had just entered me. He moved it gently inside me. "I like – "

"Tell him what you are," said Jason.

"I'm a slut. I love being a slut. I'll be your slut, I'll be anybody's slut." I pushed against his thumb. McDair opened his mouth, freed my nipple. He pushed his thumb in and out of me a few times. 

"Can I?" I looked at Jason. He shrugged. 

"It's up to McDair," he said nonchalantly. 

"What's up to me?" 

"You can have her right now, if you want."

"You're kidding. Are you?" McDair settled back a little. I worked my way onto the other chair arm until I had one leg spread out on each side of McDair, raising my hips up closer to his chest level. He looked up at Jason.

Jason shrugged. "She's a little whore. Aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, I am," I said. I moved my clit slowly up and down the tie on McDair's chest. The tie glistened a little. I was wet. 

"I've already had her once today. She always needs more." Jason paused. "And why is that, slut?"

"Because I AM a slut. Because – " I moved my pussy up a little closer to McDair's face, who grabbed my bottom with his big hands again – "because I'm a nympho. I can't get enough."

"Enough what?" said Jason. He stood with his arms folded, watching me. 

I looked in his eyes while McDair kneaded my bottom with his large hands. "I can't get fucked enough, Master."

"That's right. Because you're a whore."

"Yes Master, yes. I'm a whore."

"And you'll fuck anybody I say."

"Yes Master, I will."

"If I told you to fuck everybody in this house tonight, you would, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, yes Master, yes, I would, please let me!" I pushed my hips closer to McDair's face. He kissed the flesh just above my clit, his fingers digging hard into my bottom now. 

"If I told you to fuck McDair now, you would, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! Oh God yes, Master, please let me, now, please Master," I cried. I was so hot and excited. I pushed my hips closer to McDair, whose mouth was moving inside one of my thighs now. He groaned, lifted his head.

"Fine. Let her," he said quickly.

"Good. Tell her what you want her to do. Do you want anybody to watch?"

"Yeah. Yes. Bring in Maria. You can stay too, if you want." McDair's mouth went to my clit. He flicked it with his tongue. "My God, Jason, your own niece. And you fuck her?"

Jason had returned with Maria. They sat nearby, Jason on the armchair, Maria in the seat, her hand coming around to Jason's crotch. She slowly began to unzip him.

"All the time. She loves it. Don't you?"

I trembled a little, excited, almost in a fever. "Oh yes, yes Master, I love it."

"Tell him something you like about me fucking you," said Jason. Maria's hand was inside his pants now.

"I like – " McDair was watching me, breathing hard, and he pushed a chubby finger inside me just then – "Oh! Ohhhh I like – " the finger pulled out a little, then went back in me – "I like it when you tie me down. I like it most when you let me play with your cock. I like – "I pushed harder against McDair's finger, and he grinned at me.

McDair interrupted. "I'd like to see you play with my cock."

"Do it," said Jason. Maria was working Jason's pants down, her hand on his cock now.

I nodded. "Yes Master, yes." I lowered myself until I knelt on the floor between McDair's legs. I unzipped his pants, then let my thumbs massage the top of his cock, pressing in a little, then gently stroking.

"Ah, that's good." McDair leaned back, pushing his own hips out a little more. I understood and tugged open more of his pants until I could pull out his cock. I slipped my hand into his pants until I felt one of his balls, and I gently rolled it in my fingers.

"Oh yes."

McDair motioned me away, stood up, and pulled down his pants. He gestured at me, and I helped him sit on the edge of the chair, placing a pillow behind his broad back so he could lean back more. "That's good. Play with the balls some more, honey."

I rolled both balls in my hands for a little while, gently, then squeezing very lightly when he told me to. His cock took some time to rise. I stroked my thumb gently underneath his cock, rolling the balls and cupping them at times with my other hand. "More, honey."

I leaned forward, delicately kissed the tip of his cock. It flexed a little, and I smiled. It was growing fuller. 

My fingers worked along the sides of his cock, then I put my mouth over the end, slipping it on and off, while my tongue flicked lightly against the tip. 

"Oh God yes."

He began to thrust in earnest into my mouth until he groaned. "No, not in your mouth." He tugged on my upper arm with one hand, and I stood up, then wedged my legs on each side of his wide hips. I braced myself against his chest with one hand, reached down between my legs, and found his cock with my other. I rubbed the tip against my pussy a little, teasing.

"Oh God sweetheart, you're gonna kill me!" he chuckled. His eyes were closed. I pushed down on his cock, pulling him inside me. I quivered and then felt his hands on my hips. He sharply smacked my bottom once, and I tightened on his cock for an instant.

"Goddamn, honey. Oh damn." He smacked my bottom again, then pulled apart my cheeks with his fingers, squeezing hard. I squeaked, then moved up and down on his cock again. He moaned. He was pretty good. He made me cum twice just because he would smack my bottom hard at the right moment, and I would tighten around him and whimper, "Aaaaaa," and clench around his cock. When he came inside me, he had me to rest against his chest, his hands slowly moving up and down my back, squeezing my bottom, feeling inside my thighs. He made me stay on his lap like that for a little while, his cock still inside me.

"Does that bother you?"

"Umm? What?"

"Having my dick still in you." 

"No, I like it."

He chuckled. I moved on his penis, my hand going down to my pussy, feeling along his cock and where it entered me. 

"Damn, girl, you'll get me hard again!" 

I smiled and arched my back.

Jason stood up, his own cock hard and full. "Alistair, you want to keep her there for a minute?"

"Sure." McDair patted my bottom. 

Jason moved over to us. "Did she please you?"

"Hell yes."

"I want to try something."

"Sure."

I looked over my shoulder, still sprawled against McDair's chest. My legs were out, on either side of his; I was at about a 45 degree angle. 

Jason wrapped the end of his belt around his fist. The end with the holes hung down.

"Hold her tight," he said, and swung. The end of the belt popped against my bottom. I jerked a little. McDair was still inside me. His arms were around my shoulders, holding me against him.

Jason popped my bottom two more times with the belt. I jerked again. 

"She likes it," he said.

He spanked me several times with his belt, until I arched my back, my nipples out, and ground against McDair's cock, my pussy clenched around him. He groaned and I moaned. 

"I can feel her! Damn, son, I can feel her," said McDair, panting.

"Good." Jason tapped me on my shoulder. "Now me." I nodded and slowly pulled myself off of McDair, who watched us with his mouth open.

Jason slipped his belt around my throat, pulling it snug, holding the end around his fist. He guided me over to the back of his chair, and I sat on the edge, then leaned back, back, until my body was curved backwards over the end of the chair. I braced my hands against the seat of the chair, looking at the world upside down. My legs were hanging over the top of the chair, my hips balanced on the top. Jason had left the belt around my neck. I felt his hand smoothing up and down my tight, stretched belly. 

"You want to fuck me?"

"Yes Master, I do, please."

"You want to fuck your uncle while your aunt and this nice man watch? Is that what you want?" Jason spread my pussy apart with his fingers, and I moaned. 

"Master please, I want that, yes."

"Are you sure?" He pushed two fingers inside me, then opened them a little. 

"Oh God Master Master, please, please," I cried out, my back arching more and more until I was bent backwards further.

"I should smack your pussy for being such a bad, bad girl," Jason said huskily. 

"Yes Master, please."

Jason's fingers twisted inside me, plunging in and out. "You see this, McDair? She's fucked two men today, and she still wants more." He turned to me. "And why is that?"

"Because I'm a whore Master, a whore, a slut who will fuck anybody, Master, please Master, please, fuck me." I was almost sobbing, eager for him.

He played with me a little longer. "See, McDair? What she really needs is to be tied down and fucked, over and over. I'm really going to have to punish her when you leave," Jason muttered. He pulled out his fingers and smeared my wetness on my belly. 

"Ohhh."

Jason plunged his cock into me without warning.

"OHH" I cried out, nearly weeping. 

Jason shoved into me, holding his hands on my hips so I wouldn't fall off. He worked his cock in and out of me, fast, hard, and when he finished, he groaned and pulled out, his cock hitting my clit for a moment. I whimpered, still eager.

"You see my problem, McDair?" Jason helped me off the chair and walked me over to McDair. "Look at her pussy. Three times today, and she still wants more." Jason's hand found the end of his belt again, still around my neck. His other hand cupped my breast, a thumb flicking the nipple.

"And why is that?"

"Master, I'm a whore, a nympho."

"And you like having me fuck you."

"Master yes."

"You'd like a whole room to fuck you." His voice whispered in my ear. My eyes were closed.

"Yes Master, please."

"Good. Go to the kitchen. Tell Maria I want both of you downstairs." He pinched my nipple, and I left the room. I heard him tell McDair as I left, "You see my problem. I want her auctioned to a small group."

"Yeah. I see what you mean." McDair chuckled, and then I could not hear them any more.

****

I found Maria and told her we were to go downstairs, to the dungeon. While we were waiting down there, I put on my collar, as well as my ankle and wrist cuffs. Maria opened a tray and flicked through the items, idly. We heard the door open and shut, Jason coming down the stairs. He smiled at us, then took on his stern look. 

"Maria, this slut of ours, what to do..." He joined her in looking through the tray. I stood nearby, naked except for my cuffs and collar.

"I want her clit pierced," she said. I was startled. My nipples were already pierced. Jason turned around at that point and held out two studs to me. I picked them up and began inserting them into my nipples. The long studs. Huh oh.

"Think of the fun we could have with her, if her clit was pierced!" said Maria. She followed Jason, holding the tray. He motioned for me to lie down on a long padded table, a little higher than most tables. I lay down, and he and Maria pulled my arms and legs apart, clamping me to the four corners. 

"I'll think about it," Jason said. They fitted the little electrical clamps to the ends of each nipple stud. When they were done, Jason flipped a switch on a little box beneath the table. The electricity began to hit one side of a stud, then another. I twitched a little. He leaned down, made an adjustment to the box. The electricity was a little sharper, hurting a little. 

He sifted through some other items and came back to the table, leaning over me. 

"See this?" He waved an object in front of my face. I nodded. "What is this?"

"It's – it's a rod, Master."

"Very good, whore. Where does it go?"

"In my pussy, Master." His mouth smiled, but his eyes didn't. While he still looked at my eyes, he reached back and in one shove, pushed the rod inside me. I whimpered at how cold it was. 

"Be quiet. Aren't you glad I'm a good Master?"

"Yes Master, yes."

"And aren't you glad how I train you? How I make sure you know when you've been a bad, bad – " his hand reached back and tapped the end of the rod a little, pushing it inside me a little more; then that hand rested on my clit, fingers on my pussy – "naughty slut? Don't you want me to punish you when you've been showing your pussy to my guests?"

"Master yes, I'm sorry, I can't help myself, you know I can't help myself."

I tried to look down my body and could see Maria, attaching the wires to the end of the rod. I shivered.

"Master – Master, I've been very bad today, I have, but Master, please, please don't use the rod." 

"Be quiet." He made an adjustment to the wires, leaned under the table, attached it. He changed the dial on the nipple wires, because the current increased. 

"Now. You know why I have to use this rod on you."

"Yes Master."

"Why? You tell me why!" He pinched my clit, pulling it out and rolling it hard between his fingers. I gasped.

"Master! Master please – the rod – it makes me – it makes me cum a lot but it makes me remember – remember – " Jason pinched my clit harder, twisting it. "Master, the rod, it makes me remember, I'm a slut," I panted. I was really hot and excited again. He noticed.

The rod is thick. It fills me inside, and it's long. It's cold when they first put it inside me. At the end of the rod are little wires. Jason built it himself. It can vibrate. It can sting with electricity. 

They finished. Maria leered at me, grinning. Sometimes I think Maria doesn't like me. 

"I think she likes the nipple wires too much," she said, and Jason pushed up the dial a little more. Maria grinned at me again. I watched her, then Jason. He finished, then came closer to my face, put his hand on my belly. I quivered.

"Master –"

"Maria, turn it on." She did. I could immediately feel a pulsing inside me, the metal throbbing. The vibrator had been turned on, too. Then a shot arced inside me, and I jerked. The level was high, though not as high as it had been, as it could be. Jason nodded.

"I'll leave it at this level for now. Then I'll turn it up a little. When I come back." He straightened.

"Master? How long?"

"As long as it takes." The metal rod inside me throbbed, tiny vibrations twitching in me. My pussy was spread wide around its thickness. The electricity shot through me again, arcing into other areas. It was alternating and shooting out electricity to the top, then the middle, sometimes the top again, or the bottom. Jason pulled out a cloth and flipped it around a few times, ready to gag me. "I don't want to hear you when you scream," he explained. 

"Master please no, no, please Master, it will hurt!"

"Beg me again," he said, holding the gag. He glanced over his shoulder at Maria. "And turn it up a little." She did, and more than a little. The electricity was bolting through my pussy, and I was clenching and unclenching, spasming inside, my hips bucking. It was hurting but I was also cumming. I moaned.




Introduction Ch. 05



Chapter 05, Inspection. 

(feedback is welcome, needed if this series is to continue- thanks for the support so far, people) 

Beyond the red door, from her perspective...

As he drew me forward through the door, he murmured to me, 'Remember you have already chosen this, all that happens tonight is from your choice earlier. You will be here with me at all times, which will be part of your challenge. These are people who are like me, and are inventive in their use of women. My advice is that you should just experience and accept what happens and not make judgements- that is not your role. There will be time later to talk about what you see and do tonight.'

There was a large open room beyond the door. A large number of people were in it, of a dizzying variety of ages, sizes, shapes and costumes. I understood about 'more than two genders' from one look at this group. There were slave girls like me, some kneeling at the feet of their owners, both male and female. One naked boy had his head buried under the wide black skirt of his mistress. His back and buttocks showed fresh marks from the lash and a narrow belt circled low on his hips, implying something uncomfortable in front. 

She greeted my man warmly, rose up and shoved her boy rudely aside, to kiss him on the lips, with a hug that made me burn from jealousy. 'This is your new girl, eh? She's a pretty little thing, I like those hard nipples. I hope to have her serve me later, after she has learned about her new life. May I?' She gestured to me and he nodded assent. Her mouth seized mine, her lips were moist and hot, her tongue pushed deeply inside my mouth. My cunt was already wet and her hand pushed between my legs to check. Two fingers were driven without pause within me, while her other hand pinched my nipple. 

'I look forward to having you to use and enjoy, little whore, when your owner chooses. She is dripping wet for me.' This was an offhand statement for the group that had drawn around us. She was tall, in her fifties, yet with a hard and active body. Her breasts were uncovered, not in any provocative way, more as a statement of dominance and unconcern. I wondered how it might feel to taste and suck on them.

I gasped as she left my mouth and withdrew from my body- this woman was so strong and confident, I was drawn to her. I also felt empty as my desire had risen instantly and I longed to be used, if not by her, then anyone. Her description of my arousal was shameful yet obvious. 

'I have a plan for later, so you may take some pleasure in her tonight, madame, if you pay enough'. He was so calm and strong that I was reassured by his words- then the implication hit me, and I tensed. He must have felt this and leant down to say softly, 'remember what I said to you before, my girl'. 

I wished my hands were tied, so I did not have to choose to submit. They were not, so my own fear had to be held back as he moved me further into the room. Standing against the bar was an immense black man, not fat, but heavily fleshed all over. My man was tall with broad shoulders, yet looked small next to this new one. My man shook his hand, which he then held out to me, I took a moment before I realised I was to kiss it.

'She learns quickly, this one.' His voice sounded like gravel in a drum. 'Stand with your feet apart and hands on your head'. I looked for approval to the other end of my lead-he mouthed; just do as you are told.

I stood as instructed and trembled as the huge man stood and approached me closely. He reached out his huge hands and ran them around and over my figure, yet not touching my skin. The effect was electric- his bulk and closeness made my total vulnerability clear. His hand passed between my thighs, causing more moisture to appear there as I craved a touch which did not come. 

He stood back, and said 'kneel for me now'. I did this and watched in dread as he opened his trousers. 'Take it in both your hands and know that one day there will be much more required of you.' His penis was huge, more than half of the length of my forearm and very thick-my fingers could not meet around its girth, yet he was not fully erect. It was hot in my hands and I felt his pulse throb in it. My imagination could not cope with the impact of such a member on my cunt or rear-I clenched involuntarily in fear.

'Stop messing with her mind Para, and put that thing away- I don't want her terrified before we start'. He rescued me, again, but I was less frightened than inspired. The knowledge that my consent was assumed and that I need not make a further choice was reassuring to my mind. What would happen to me was not of my volition-I was a leaf in the wind of my man's desire.

Para laughed and bought him a beer- they drank a toast over my head as I knelt beside them. He reached down and held his beer glass to my lips so I drank a sip with gratitude. He also called for a glass of water, and gave it to me to drink, which I did. 'Turn around and watch now, honey,' he said and turned my head towards the stage across the room where a very petite dark haired woman stepped up and faced the wall. She clasped her hands and placed her forearms against the wall in front of her. She was naked, but for a small black triangle over her pubic hair, held with thin tape between her buttocks. She spread her legs to shoulder width, clenched her beautiful bottom and waited.

The small, round man who stepped up behind her could have played the kind uncle in a children's show. The sweet look was given the lie by the multi-tailed whip he briskly laid on her back. She flinched slightly with each blow, yet did not cry out at all. Her skin showed pink where he struck. He put aside the multi-tail and picked up a longer single-tail, stood to one side and laid it hard across her rump, where it raised a bright welt. She gasped, and the man leaned in beside her head and said something to her. She shook her head, and he stepped back and resumed his stance. 

He swung with more vigour, and left a stripe below the first one, another below that at the top of her thighs, then worked up her back from rump to shoulders. She gasped and trembled with each mark. He stopped at her shoulders, then changed from tormenting demon back to kind uncle, taking her in his arms and half carrying her to a couch, where he laid her down and covered her with a blanket. He sat beside her, and held her lightly. Her eyes were open, but unfocused and a look of bliss wrapped her features. 

I remembered to breathe again, at last. I was amazed at the punishment her tiny body had accepted, and the look of rapture that she wore at its end. Would I follow that path? Did I have the courage to go where she had gone? Fascination mixed with my fear, and the knowledge that he was in control of me was no protection.

He stood and pulled me gently to my feet. 'Well, Para, where should we look next for entertainment?' The huge man smiled as he thought through the options. 'Carolina is trying some ties up on the first level with a pretty bunny.She's an artist with a wicked heart and always puts on a great show. Anna is indulging herself somewhere in her usual way, and the toilet service is in place. A few newbies are playing here and there, one or two who are looking promising. Why don't you just look around to see for yourself. The auction starts at eleven, so be sure to be back here for that.' 

I had no time to worry about the options he had named, we were going through the crowd of wierdos in all kinds of dress and undress- the numbers had grown since we arrived. Two hairy men in lingerie, a nude boy wearing a chastity device and a topless slave girl with needles in her nipples, all went by as we climbed. We walked up the stairs to the mysteries above.

The light was low, yet there was enough to see a number of doors on the landing. A couple of doors were closed, but most were open, some with one or two people standing to watch what was happening within. There was a black corridor leading away to the rear and a couple were walking away down there.

He led me to a door on the right, to a room that looked empty at first. As my eyes adapted to the poor light I saw a woman lying on her back on the vinyl pads that were on the platform that filled much of the room. She was tied, naked except for thigh stockings, with her hands attached to her ankles, her knees drawn up and wide apart, her hairy cunt spread open and glistening. A blindfold covered her eyes and a large red ball gag was in her mouth. On her naked belly was written, in crimson lipstick "Fist Me".

I stood and goggled at the sight with my mouth hanging open and forgetting to breathe-what was this about-surely this was wrong? He pulled me forward, out of my shock and said to me 'you will do as this asks, now', and took my hand. He put me between her thighs, where I could smell her arousal. 

A voice murmured 'there is lubricant in the white bowl'. I could just make out a man all in black in the corner of the room behind us. My man coated my hand in the thick goo in the bowl and then pushed my hand to her cunt- he took my index finger and placed at her entrance. 

'Push it all the way in, then a second one, a third and so on. Use your other hand to finger her clit and lips- it goes better that way'. He guided my hands to comply with the order. She gasped as my second finger went in-she was getting wetter, and the lubricant meant there was little resistance. The third finger needed me to be more forceful, she began to move her hips as I pushed. I had never felt the inside of any woman's cunt before, other than my own. My other hand got busy, stroking the furrow of her outer lips, up and around her clitoris, the way I liked to be stroked myself. My three fingers could swirl around inside her, touching her cervix and the pulpy bit on the front wall that made her twitch intensely. I was really getting into the feeling of having a woman to play with.

'Back on task, my girl- you need to keep focused on what she needs, not playing around. That fourth finger goes in next and then you tuck in your thumb and drive your whole hand in. Keep stroking her frilly bits, to keep the lubrication going.' I did as I was told and she was soon writhing against her bonds. The last finger was fairly easy, but the thumb needed a serious push to get past the muscle of her opening. 'Rotate your hand now honey, clench and see how she responds- it is called fisting.' 

The effect was electric- my full hand had her moaning and wriggling. The motion of my other fingers was hard to maintain. I worked my hand around, she was very tight and the pressure was powerful when she clenched on my hand. Her cries were rising in volume, then I bent forward and fastened my lips on her clit and she was yelling into the gag, then she went silent as I applied my teeth. She went into a hard spasm, bridging her body off the bed and quivering in ecstasy as she came.

When she eventually relaxed I was able to withdraw my hand- it made a wet sucking noise as It came free. She flopped down flat, exhausted and panting and her knees sagged further apart. The man from the corner came forward with a towel and dried my hand, then his woman's body. He spoke to my man, 'she did well, for a first timer, she must be a quick learner. With those petite hands she will be able to get both in next time. This one will love to be challenged that way. It's good to see you here again, mate.' They shook hands, and I was led away to whatever else the evening held for me. 

He pushed me into a doorway, beside two men, who were watching. Inside a naked girl was tied grotesquely on her side while a tall calm man worked on her body, dropping wax from a pair of candles he held horizontally. She flinched with each drop, on her arms, thighs and ribs. When a drop hit the side of her breast or the inside of her thigh she gasped- no gag on this one. After a time she was getting covered and her torturer focused more on her sensitive parts and the gasps became moans, quivering in a way that made her breasts and bottom move interestingly. 

He snuffed the candles and began to loosen the ropes, until she could lie on her side on the vinyl pad. He lay beside her and held her as her breathing slowed again. He said quietly 'I once set off the smoke alarm, and the whole building had to be evacuated into the street in the middle of a freezing storm- lots of naked people and firemen trying to keep a straight face- I was not popular.' 

My man smiled as he remembered, then he took me away from that door. The next room had a man wrapped in plastic cling film from neck to feet, with two women stroking him all over. The face was a picture of calm and relaxation. We passed on and entered the last door, to a small room where there was no one at all and not any vinyl padding. He gently pushed me to the far side of the room, where he took my hand and pushed it into a small round hole in the wall. 

Immediately lips and a tongue began to suck on my fingers-I was shocked- this was completely new for me, I had never even heard of such a thing. 'Perhaps next time I will make you serve at the glory hole, to suck whatever is put through there.' The mouth on the other side seemed very enthusiastic, and there was a sigh as I was moved away from there. I tried to imagine what being in that position would be like- it made me wet, until I was told 'Sid is a 65 year old gay man with no teeth'.

'I have to piss. Come this way'. He led me down the corridor and to the left. Through another doorway there was a small bathroom, with a washbasin, toilet and a tiled shower cubicle. A figure in a zentai suit was crouching in the cubicle, wet and anonymous, though clearly female. The yellow fabric was nearly transparent, showing every part of her as she knelt and leant backwards.

He undid his pants and took out his cock. It took a short time before he began his stream, and it soon sprayed across her face and body. She turned to let the flow strike her face on each cheek and then flexed her body so he could direct it over her breasts and belly. He finished and shook the last drops onto her face, then gestured for me to follow his example. I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable from the water I had drunk earlier, so let him arrange me astride her head as she laid back, with her feet up the wall. My flow was directed straight on her face and she could move very little. I tried not to question the impact of my action on this poor woman, as I could imagine being there myself, held and covered in piss. 

As I rose to my feet again, she spoke quietly but clearly, 'thank you for your lovely gift, sir and madam'. 

'I am always happy to oblige, Natalie. These evenings would not be the same without using your service.' 

There was the sound of impacts and grunts coming from another nearby doorway and we went to investigate. There was a small group of watchers facing a St Andrews cross, to which was attached a robust woman, facing outward, who was being whipped by a red haired woman on the left and a thin man on the right. They were both working on her, and as we arrived her gasps were turning to steady moaning, with a rising note to it. 

No wonder she was moaning- the man was laying his short whip briskly across her breasts and belly, raising clear red lines, while the red woman was flogging her vulva with strong vertical strokes. My mouth hung open as I watched this spectacle and my man held my hand more firmly. I could see that the woman's hands were not tied, just gripping the thick pegs at the ends of the cross. He murmured 'all this is consensual, remember, she has a safe word and no gag' with his mouth beside my ear. 

She was starting to scream which rose to a high pitch as she reached a climax, then slumped loosely against the cross. The whippers stopped their work and reached out to hold her from falling, moving to bracket her rich body, then support her as they helped her down to lie on a mattress against the wall. They stayed beside her, stroking her head and arms. 

We politely withdrew from the intimacy of that moment. A short corridor later we came to a gorgeous young redheaded girl being tormented with ropes, suspended from a stout ring hanging from the ceiling. She was completely nude, and her shaved cunt was split by a knotted rope that was taut between her crutch and her chest harness. 

A tall long haired blonde woman was working the ropes, dressed in a short skirt and blouse, like an office worker, yet smiling evilly as she increased the tension and tweaked here and there, making the girl wince and groan. The blonde reached into her pocket and brought out spring pegs which she attached to the girl's nipples, already poking out hard as they were distorted by the harness. Another pair of pegs went on her cunt lips, making the girl writhe in her bonds. 

The background music, a steady quiet techno that had been playing all evening so far, stopped, and a man's voice announced; 'fifteen minutes until the auction starts- get yourself unwrapped and find a good spot and a drink. More play money is available from the bar so you can win your hearts' desire. We have some exciting lots on offer, including a first taste of something special. Fifteen minutes till we start, kinksters!'

He took me into a vacant side room and stood me on the padded bench. He inspected my paintwork. 'Not too bad, considering the circumstances.' He reached into his bag and pulled out the flask and brush. He touched up the paint between my legs where rough handling had worn the paint, and also at my elbows, knees and shoulders where flexing and kneeling had injured it. 

'Now before we go down and get ready, I want you to trust me and make me proud tonight- will you do this without knowing what will happen to you?' I nodded as I stood to let the paint dry. We went down the stairs among a crowd of others. The atmosphere was different, expectant and curious. 

Para had kept a pair of stools for us at a table to one side of the stage. Two women were also with him there. One was the petit dark haired woman who had been whipped on the stage at the beginning of the evening. She was sipping a glass of red wine and smiling as she chatted with him. She was still nearly naked, but acted with confidence as if this was just a normal night. The other woman was very beautiful and looked a little familiar, but I could not place her. She was dressed in a deeply plunging midnight blue gown, the skin between her breasts was a pale contrast to the shiny satin. Her short hair was slightly damp.

He sat, and bade me stand beside him. Again he gave me a sip of his beer, but no water this time. I was so close to the petit woman that I could see the marks on her skin from her beating, and longed to ask her about her feelings. This was not the time, as I felt I should not speak. The moment passed, anyway, as a gorgeous young man wearing leather trousers and stunning pecs and abs stepped up to the microphone and asked for quiet. 

'Tonight's auction is to raise funds for our charity supporting victims of domestic violence, so spend generously when the lots come on offer. The first lot is a two hour booking in the dungeon here...so what am I bid, you kinky people?' The crowd responded enthusiastically and lot after lot went, with people offering various services and handicrafts for increasing prices. The delicious auctioneer was having a great time, as he drove up the bidding with increasingly salacious banter. His gavel smacked a girl's arse at each sale as she bent forward over a chair back.

'Sid loves this role, as much as he loved the other one. Now brace yourself, my dear- we are near the finale.' His voice was warm and reassuring for my ears.

Sid was on his top showman form as he called the last lot. 'Now, punters, tonight's last item is something quite unusual. This is a one off occasion, the first taste test of a new submissive, in an unusual way. Can the item be presented here on stage, now?' 




Introduction Ch. 05



The gorgeous woman in the blue satin stood up beside me and took my hand. I was stunned. His voice sounded tense in my ear-'go with Natalie, my dear, and make me proud'. I pulled myself up straight and followed her up the two steps to the stage, where the lights blinded me. Natalie turned me from side to side as the crowd applauded and whooped.

'This is the young lady's first appearance at one of our evenings, and she is a gourmet delight for some lucky bidders. She is coated in chocolate body paint, and is to be served in 3 slices, to be licked clean here on stage, tonight. The successful bidder may do the work him- or her-self, or share it with friends. So, what am I bid for her entire rear side?' Natalie turned me so my rear was toward the crowd, luckily, as my face was bright crimson. The view must have been appealing as the bidding began briskly and soon reached the best price of the evening. 

I could not see who had won the right to lick all over my back and bum, but there were soon three who began work with a will. Natalie placed my hands on her shoulders and allowed me to lean on her, which I needed. One was soon at work on my calves and behind my knees, which was intensely ticklish for me. The other two were licking up the back of my arms to my shoulders, then began on my shoulder blades. Each rib had individual attention, then down my spine to my buttocks.

I was intensely embarrassed, yet utterly turned on-my cunt was drenched in juice and each lick drove me further from reality. The tongue licking my legs had reached my bum, hands were spreading each cheek so the tongue could reach every inner recess. This was torture worse than any whip. The crowd was gone for me- I was so intensely in my own head and body that nothing else mattered for me. I was so close to orgasm that it was further torture when they came to a stop.

I leaned harder on Natalie and fought down the orgasm within me. I was breathing very hard directly in her face, she didn't seem to mind. How would I cope with the next steps? When they got close to my cunt I would never be able to cope. She must have sensed these thoughts, because she said 'You will cope, because you are immensely strong and you are doing this for your man and want to make him proud. The humiliation is a very intense feeling, you have seen what I do for that feeling- just ride it out, and make the most of it, honey.'

Sid's voice boomed out again-'what a tasty little number, what satisfied diners we have- your tongues must be tired, eh team? It is almost enough to make me want a taste myself, perhaps she'll turn my silly gay head? Now people, we are selling her upper body, those delicious breasts and belly are yours for the tasting. Only above the belly button, my dears, now what is the opening bid?' The bids were high and rose quickly, my flesh was exciting passion in these people. I was won this time by two women, one young and tall-the blonde with the wicked rope work, and an older woman in a short tartan skirt and a mesh top with nothing beneath. 

Natalie pushed me forward, facing the crowd this time. I could make out the excited faces in the throng, then finally spotted him to one side- which gave me new strength. Natalie placed my hands on the back of my neck and held me by the upper arms, which raised my breasts to their tongues, They were tormentors, licking lightly along the undersides of each arm, making me twitch from the tickling, then the same under my arms. I writhed to escape, yet that was not possible. Natalie was stronger than she looked, I had no chance to get away.

When the moved to lick my front, they began low, from my sides to the centre- intensely ticklish but strangely arousing. At long last they began on my breasts, licking their undersides, topsides and finally around and around my nipples. In perfect synchronisation they finished off with a sharp nip to each nipple, which made me gasp. They kissed each other passionately then stepped down to blend in with the crowd.

It took me much longer to get myself under control this time and my breathing was still ragged when Sid began his patter. Looking at the crowd had me wondering who would drive me to the first public orgasm of my life- I did not care that it was going to happen- that was out of my control, just the significance should not be wasted.

'Please bring that table up here, please, gentlemen. Para and my owner lifted a long table from the lower floor and brought it up to set it across the front of the stage. They lifted me on to it and arranged me with my legs apart and my hands flat behind me. I was so far past caring I just wanted to come and come hard, Each touch of their rough hands stimulated me, any part of me had become an erogenous zone. Dimly I realised that the auction was over, and the dark, tall, topless older woman that had first handled me came up to take her prize.

She sat at my feet, first and began a slow trail up my legs, side to side up each shin, then at my knees she changed plan. Her tongue took long strokes up the outer side of each thigh, down to where the first licker had stopped. She did this on each side, right to my flanks. It was agonising, tantalising as I knew she would soon move to the inner surfaces, when I would surely lose control. 

I was wrong, though. She grasped my breasts, still slippery from saliva, and pushed me back flat on the table. My head fell back off the edge and I felt her lick in broad strokes across my belly, pausing to ream out my navel on her way. She did this four times, until she was close to my vulva, and my hips were moving of their own accord, in anticipation of my building orgasm. She changed tack again-so frustrating! Her tongue went in a single long stroke down the front of my right thigh, then switched to the left and reversed that stroke. She pulled up my thigh, and swept it with her tongue-again stopping before reaching my cunt and final release. She repeated this on the other side, then alternated for many minutes, or hours, I had no idea. Someone was moaning, it may have been me. She gradually worked her way so close to my drenched vulva that I was ready to explode. 

Then she stood up (to deny me satisfaction) and called out 'the final step should be given directly by her master! Sir, come up here and enjoy this jewel you have given us.' I heard his steps, then he was there in my sight, gripping my thighs and easing them wider as his lips blew gently on my steamy core. Then he began to lick the remaining chocolate from my hungry cunt, and I began my rise to a twitching, shuddering screaming climax, his tongue and lips kept me there for a long, long, long time. I passed out to the sound of sustained applause.

Briefly I surfaced to find myself in the back of his car, wrapped in my robe and a blanket. As he drove he looked back over his shoulder and in his look I read pride, concern and, yes, love. I relaxed and slept in peace and exhaustion.



Introduction Ch. 05



"Master please, no, please don't leave me."

"Be quiet, slut. This is for your own good. And tomorrow I need to start training you. You will need a lot of training for the auction." He paused, fitting the gag over my mouth, between my teeth and lips. "I think Maria's right. We'll get your clit pierced, too. I can already think of a lot of fun things to do with that." He finished tying the gag, stood up. 

They left and turned out the lights, so I was alone in the dark, gagged. I wondered how long he meant to leave me down there. The rod throbbed between my legs. The electricity hurt my nipples but made them swell and twitch until I moaned with pleasure. The rod was shoved far inside me and pulsed, electric waves of pleasure hurting and stabbing and causing my pussy to ripple until I screamed out against the cloth between my teeth. 

It was a long, long time before anybody came back downstairs.



Introduction Ch. 06



I was lying on a cold metal table, in Dr. Bloomfeld's play medical room. Maria kept saying she wanted me to have a clit piercing, or a hood piercing. I wondered if that was what I was about to get?

Just before I left to go back to school in Atlanta, Jason told me one evening to get dressed and go with him. It was just getting dark outdoors, and the drive was pleasant. I didn't know where we were going, but I knew when we arrived it was Bloomfeld's place. I didn't like him much. He was a true sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain and terror equally. His nurse Lacey was also his slave. She greeted us at the door, wearing a tiny, skintight fake nurse's outfit, the dress so small and short that with the slightest movement, it lifted to show that she was shaved and wearing her labia jewelry: little chains that linked the labia together. Only Bloomfeld could unlock it. She smiled at us and motioned us indoors.

"Jason, I really don't like him," I whispered. Wrong thing to say.

Jason smiled, steering me down the hall now, his hand at the small of my back, Lacey waltzing before us. We went into Bloomfeld's little play room. Cold steel, glaring lights overhead, sharp-looking metal instruments lying on a sterile platter near the table. I halted. Jason pushed me inside and shut the door. Lacey locked the door.

Dr. Bloomfeld came into the room. He was wearing a surgeon's outfit, but happily pulled it up to show that he was wearing a cockring. He waved his erection at me.

Another man entered the room – George! Oh no. I looked at Jason. He stared ahead, smiling at the others, then turned me to face him.

"Strip now."

I did, slowly, pulling my dress over my head, the way Jason had taught me. He took his satchel off his shoulder and put it on a nearby chair, opened it, motioned me over.

"Put these on."

My black leather collar, the D ring clinking against something in the satchel.

"Jason," I whispered. Bloomfeld and George were in a corner of the room, talking about something. Lacey was puttering around near them, lining up items. I tried not to look.

"Jason," I started again, while I slipped on my wrist and ankle cuffs with their heavy D rings, "I really don't want to do this. Why am I here?"

He told me to clasp my hands behind my head. I did. He brushed my nipples with his fingers, then removed the nipple rings. He fastened a slender gold chain around my waist.

"Remember I said you would be punished, and George could watch."

"Yes."

"And Maria did say she wanted you to get your clit pierced. Or, I think she meant your hood. Either way..." he shrugged.

"But Jason -!" I was worried. "Bloomfeld? I mean..."

"He is a real doctor."

"Yes, but – but he likes to give pain."

Jason looked at me coldly. "And?"

I swallowed hard. "Is he going to pierce the hood?"

Jason didn't answer that. "Ready for her to get on the table?" he asked Bloomfeld, who turned around and actually rubbed his hands together. He must have been practicing that in front of a mirror.

The doctor nodded. Jason and Lacey helped me onto the table. It had edges on the sides, and slits in parts of the table and on the sides. The metal was cold. For some reason, I felt more exposed lying on it than I ever had before. Jason pulled my hands back, over my head, and I heard the D rings clink and click as he snapped them to something at the top corners of the table. 

Lacey moved to the foot of the table and had to tug me downwards a little, then she snapped those D rings into place so my legs were apart. Over my head, my fingers could just touch the edges of the metal table. 

I felt cold. Lacey pulled two broad canvas straps up on either side of me, through slits in the table, then buckled them tightly around my waist, holding me snug. It was wide enough to have two rows of holes and a two-pronged buckle. It bit into my belly a little.

Bloomfeld chuckled.

"She won't be able to move at all," he told Jason.

"Jason, please..."

"Master."

"Master. Master please, not this."

Jason ignored me. 

Lacey added straps around my upper thighs, pulling them apart and snuggly binding them to the cold metal. Another strap went across the top of my chest, over my breasts. I felt someone's hand on the inside of my thigh, just above slightly pouched skin from the belt. Bloomfeld's face loomed over me.

"She's beautiful," he told Jason. He held up a wheeled metal device, almost like a pizza cutter, with very sharp points on the outer edge. His finger idly flicked the wheel, and it turned in the bright light. Lacey stood beside Bloomfeld.

George was nearby, watching quietly. I couldn't see him, but I heard him muttering now and then. Watching. 

Jason was next to me. 

"Master, please, please don't," I begged. Bloomfeld ran the sharp round cutter slowly up and down my belly, finally dipping it down to run it over my clit lightly. I shivered. He laughed. He showed me several instruments: metal and cold, sterile, some had sharp ends; one looked like an oversized corkscrew with a rounded end; another group was a set of scalpels. 

"But you like medicine," Bloomfeld said one time. I shivered again. He laughed and laid a scalpel flat against a nipple so I could see it. "You're studying it. You should enjoy this." I shook my head, and he laughed again. 

Jason put his hand on my arm then. "I'm leaving you now." His voice was cold.

"Master no! No! Don't leave me! Please!" I tugged hard on the cuffs. The belts wouldn't let me move. The cuffs were securely linked. "Master please, no, don't leave me! Please!" I heard the door open and close, Jason leaving me. I shivered and could not seem to stop. Bloomfeld came back over to me and leaned over me, smoothing my hair.

"I'd use a gag," he began, "but this room is sound-proofed. It won't matter if you scream." He dragged the pinwheel slowly up my body, circling a nipple with it while I watched. "I'd love it if you screamed." He pushed down a little with the wheel, leaving a small imprint on my flesh. "In fact – " and I felt his hand on my pussy suddenly, squeezing, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit – "I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't make you scream. Would I?" He looked at Lacey, who smiled and shook her head. I was shivering a lot now. 

"Your Master tells me," Bloomfeld said, walking out of my sight, "that you're a slut. Is that right?"

"Yes."

His fingers gripped my clit then, pinching it. "Yes, SIR." 

"Yes sir. Yes."

Bloomfeld nodded at Lacey. "No manners." He held out a hand. She placed something in it. He held it up to me. I understood. He always wanted me to see what was about to happen. So I would think about it, anticipate it, know it was coming. 

Fear it.

Clover clamps. Almost the look of a slanted X in the middle. The end would spring apart when pressure was placed on the center of the clamp. When it closed – intense pressure, wherever it was placed.

Bloomfeld fingered my clit.

"Very tender, isn't it?" he muttered.

"Yes sir."

"But –" and he pinched it with his fingers then – "it feels very good, doesn't it?" His thumb brushed the end of the clit, and I jumped.

"Yes."

"What did you just say?" He squeezed the clit.

"Yes sir. Sir."

"Good. But, I should teach you. So you don't make another mistake like that."

"Yes sir."

The clover clamp was fitted onto the base of my clit and sprang shut with a small snap. I gave a small squeak. 

"Good. That hurt, didn't it? tell me it hurt."

"Yes sir, it hurt sir."

"But not a lot, did it?"

"No sir, not a lot sir." I was making sure I added "sir" to everything.

George had moved a little closer, watching. 

Bloomfeld busied around, humming happily to himself. "Turn on something hot, Lacey."

The nurse turned on music with a heavy beat, erotic pulsing music that filled the room.

"You can scream all you like."

"Yes sir." I shivered again.

"You're afraid, aren't you?"

"Yes sir some."

"I'll have to make you more afraid."

I moaned a little at that. Without realizing it, I flexed my hands, and my fingers touched the metal rim of the table's edge. He laughed.

"Oh, I like her, Lacey! She wants to get away!" He held up more clamps. Two small flat sides held together with little screws. He patiently placed on over a nipple. Lacey used a metal gripper that looked like scissors with the grippers on what would have been the cutting end. She plucked the nipple and pulled up. Bloomfeld hummed along with the music. No lyrics, just great music, loud. He tightened the screws until my nipple was almost flat. The other nipple was fitted the same way.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes sir."

"A lot?"

"No sir, but some sir."

"Good. Well, it's a start." George leaned in for a close look, interested.

The clover clamp was starting to hurt. Bloomfeld added two more, one on each pussy lip. "That has to hurt some, doesn't it?"

"Yes sir," I moaned, "Yes."

"Good. I'm getting excited now."

He placed clothespins on my belly, small pieces of skin pulled up. Smaller pieces of skin can hurt. More clothespins on the insides of my upper arms. A few more added around my breasts, tender skin wedged between the teeth of the clothespins. I twisted a little. 

"Good, good. Let's see if you're wet." I felt his finger push inside me. "Nope, not wet enough." He whistled a little, obviously enjoying himself. At one point he had Lacey to lift his surgeon's smock and adjust the cock ring, tightening it. "Ah good, yes." I remembered then that Bloomfeld liked a little pain himself. 

"We're almost ready," he said finally. He looked at me and smiled. "For the first round."

He whistled a little, checking things, then called Lacey over to remove his surgeon's smock. She fitted latex gloves on his hands, smoothing them up almost to his elbow. He was wearing his boots and pants, open at the crotch, and that cock ring. His cock was a purple red, big and thick, throbbing. He smiled at me. "Like it?"

"Yes sir."

"I knew you would. Your uncle tells me," smoothing a gloved hand down my body, flicking a clothespin here and there so that it moved bunched flesh with it, "you have a problem with being a slut. Is that so?"

"Yes sir."

"No no. Don't be shy. Tell me." He leaned on the table, propping his chin on one hand, his other idly circling one of my breasts. He finally settled on top of a nipple, poking it a little with a finger. "Tell me in detail."

"Sir, I, I am a slut. I like," I swallowed, not sure what to say. His finger stopped.

"Go ahead."

"I like being watched."

"Good. Go on."

"I like being tied. I like being fucked."

"Of course you do." His hand patted my stomach. He moved to the end of the table then. "Lacey?"

She put a hand under the table and flicked a switch. I only know that the bottom part of the table slid apart then. I had never noticed that it had two halves that fitted together. The legs were separated, then a little more.

"No, don't stop, Lacey," said Bloomfeld pleasantly. I could see his head and shoulders at the end of the table. He smiled at me. "I took some steps today to ensure a very prolonged, pleasant evening for you." He kept smiling at me. I wasn't sure what he meant. But I would find out.

Lacey pushed the switch two more times until Bloomfeld was satisfied. "Oh yes, that's very nice," he approved. My legs were very far apart now. He flicked the clover clamps. "Oh dear me. Do these hurt?"

"Yes sir." 

"Good." He beamed at me, then grew serious. "What a lovely pussy. What a shame." He leaned against the table. "Still. What a marvelous memory the next time I'm giving an exam to some beautiful woman."

The cock was very thick and big, and Bloomfeld was only thinking of his own pleasure. His eyes half-closed, he grunted and shoved into me. He bumped into the clover clamp that was on my clit, and I whimpered. This seemed to excite him. He fucked me hard, pulling far out, slamming back in. The only sounds were the music, which Lacey had turned down some, and Bloomfeld grunting. Now and then, George said, "Damn." I only realized a little later that Bloomfeld had not taken off the cockring. He would still be ready for me. 

"Did you like that? Tell me you liked that."

"I did sir, I liked it." I was surprised. I had liked it. 

"Oh good." Bloomfeld panted a little, then straightened. "Lacey. She's still a slut," he said, almost sadly. 

"Yes Master, she is."

Lacey adjusted a mirror then so I could watch Bloomfeld. He inserted a specula into my pussy, and through that, he occasionally poked a thin tube. "My own invention," he said modestly. He rubbed the g spot with the end of the little tube, which sparked at one point and shot a little thrill of electricity and pain. I jerked and moaned. 

"Oh good," Bloomfeld said, but his voice was huskier this time. He rubbed the little tube end over the g spot several times, stroking it, until I was almost crazy with lust. Bloomfeld looked up. "I bet you could fuck a room full of truckers by now." 

"Yes yes," I panted. He shot a long stronger stroke of electricity against the g spot until I squealed. 

"You forgot something, slut."

"Sir! Yes sir, yes."

"Better. But your tendency to forget is alarming." He looked at George. "Would you like to fuck this little slut?"

"Yeah. I don't want to be watched, though."

"Fair enough. Just give me a moment. Get her ready, you know." He whistled and hummed. The clover clamp came off. Blood and feeling rushed back to my clit. I moaned. Bloomfeld stood up. "Let me have my needle case, Lacey."

She handed him a slender case.

"What – what's that, sir?"

He ignored me, smiling, but then opened it to show me. I recognized acupuncture needles. "All sterile!" he said cheerfully, then plunged one into the center of my nipple. I squeaked. He inserted more until there were several quivering from each nipple. He removed the clothespins.

"George," he said, "Lacey and I will be in the back for a little while. Do try to be as rough as possible." He patted George on the shoulder. They left the room.

"Oh man," said George. "Do those hurt?" He pointed at the needles. They didn't really, but they seemed to tingle. I shook my head.

He unzipped his pants and without a word, fucked me, bracing against the table. I scooted back and forth a little on the table, as much as the straps would allow, because he was using me so roughly. He zipped his pants.

"You liked that a lot." He buckled his belt.

"Yes, I did."

"Maybe I'll fuck you again sometime."

He left the room. Bloomfeld came back with Lacey, who was naked now except for the hose and heels and a ridiculous nurse's cap.

Bloomfeld's cock was still erect. "Let's try this," he said, and held something out to Lacey. She knelt, and I couldn't see her. He looked at me.

"Did you enjoy George?"

"Yes sir, yes."

"Because you enjoy everybody, don't you?"

"Yes sir, I do."

"Bad little sluts have to be punished, you know."

"Yes sir."

"And – you want me to punish you, don't you, whore?"

I moaned. "Yes sir, I do."

"Because you deserve it." Lacey finished and stood up. Bloomfeld walked closer to me. 

"Yes sir, I deserve it. I'm a slut sir. I'll fuck anyone sir."

"And everyone."

"Yes sir, yes."

He smiled and motioned at Lacey. She held up a mirror so I could see. My eyes widened. He was wearing a sheath on his cock that was fine, with nubs on the outsides. Knowing Bloomfeld, probably nubs on the inside, too. 

He touched wires to the needles in my nipples at one point, causing me to cry out. He also added acupuncture needles to the insides of my labia, to the clit, to the sensitive skin around the clit and on the insides of my thighs, then touched the wires to those, too, until I cried out and jerked and came. 

"Oh dear, Lacey. Our little slut has cum again. What a shocker." He ran the wire swiftly over the needles then. He handed the set to Lacey. He played with the needles until he was satisfied; most he removed, but he left the ones in my nipples, pushing them in a little more until I jerked. 

"Did you say something?" he asked.

"Sir –"

"Yes?"

"Sir, that hurt a little."

He smiled at me. Then he added a few more to my breasts, pushing the fine needles in a little more. He had removed all of the ones from my pussy, but now he added a few that went in from the top downwards. I understood. He could slam into me all he wanted and wouldn't push those needles in that way. But they would stay. 

Lacey threaded wires to the needles, each breast having its own set, and little wires to the needles on my pussy. 

"You're getting me excited, Lacey," he said. She smiled. She turned on the switch and I cried out, just as Bloomfeld began to fuck me again, grunting and grunting as he pushed in and out and fucked me. He started talking while he fucked me.

"You like it whore, you like it, say it, say it!"

"I do, I do sir, please" I said, and Lacey fiddled with the switch, turning it up more, and I yelled. 

"Say it again slut, say it."

"Fuck me please please,"I moaned, tears rolling down my cheeks from pleasure, from pain, from excitement. "please sir, fuck me, use me, I want to be used please sir, fuck me." I panted and shrieked when Lacey switched up the level again, and Bloomfeld grunted and groaned.

"God I'm gonna have to take this off soon," he said. His cock was jumping and twitching when he pulled out of me. "Get those off of her," he told Lacey, and slowly began unbuckling the cock ring. He shuddered. She pulled the needles out of me. 

Bloomfeld ran the pinwheel prick over my clit, pressing down a little, until I moaned. He got a flogger that Lacey held out to him, and she pulled out metal stirrups on each side of the table, freed my legs, draped them over the frame, and bound me to the metal again. Bloomfeld had been swinging the flogger, then came up closer to me. 

"Some of these strips are rubber," he said. "This is going to sting."

With my legs apart, up and held out, my pussy was open, vulnerable, and he swung down hard, smacking first on the clit, then on the insides of the legs. "We need something else, Lacey," he panted, his chest heaving. She left the room, and he walked up to my head. His hand smoothed down my hair, and he kissed me. "Are you still a slut?"

"Yes sir, I'll always be a slut."

"Good. You like being used, don't you?"

"I do sir, I do."

"Anybody can use, can't they?"

"Yes sir, anybody, please sir" and I sobbed a little, I was suddenly so hot and eager, "Please sir fuck me again please, please, let George back in here so he can fuck me, Lacey can too, please sir."

He laughed. "You truly are a slut." He held up the flogger and ran it slowly up and down my body until I shivered. "Your uncle says you fucked your shrink."

"Yes sir, I did."

"And why is that, little whore?"

"He said I was a nympho, sir."

"And are you? A nympho?"

"Yes sir, I am. I can't help it sir. I like being fucked." 

"I know you do." He tapped my clit with the flogger handle. I jumped a little. He moved to the end of the table and made adjustments. My legs were moved apart even more, which had not seemed possible. Lacey returned. 

"Let's see what we have." He picked up a crop, tossed it aside. I moved a little on the table. "Lacey! I have just the task for you." She walked over to him, smiling. He whispered, and she nodded.

He kept looking through the assortment of goodies she had brought in. She picked up the flogger and slowly inserted it in me, working it carefully, slowly inside my pussy until I thought I would go insane with need and desire. I bucked against it.

"She's fucking this, Master!"

Bloomfeld came over to watch. Lacey moved the flogger handle in and out of me, watching, fascinated. I moaned. "Aaaaaaa" I shivered out at one point, clenching, cumming on the handle. 




Introduction Ch. 06



"Let's try something else," said Bloomfeld. 

They used a pussy spreader next, attaching the ends to a leather belt around my waist.. But the spreader had strips of leather with studs on the insides that pressed against my flesh. Bloomfeld pulled up the straps between my legs so tightly that I felt the studs biting into my skin, and I cried out. He ignored me. He pulled another strip between my legs that also had studs towards the inside. Before he tightened that strap, he and Lacey fitted two small vibrators into the strap, so when he finally jerked the strip up between my legs, they fit snugly over my clit and just below it. He also pushed a studded dildo inside my pussy, then slipped the strap over it, holding it all in place. He flipped on the vibrators. He fitted a leather harness around my breasts, attaching the top to my collar's D ring. The harness was open over the breasts, a strip between them, pulling them up and together tightly. Smaller strips ran across my breasts in an X fashion, held in place by a small metal circle that fit over my nipple. He and Lacey threaded barbell studs through my nipples so they held the metal rings of the harness in place. On the insides of the harness were more studs. 

They untied me and flipped me over on the metal table, then tied me down again. This made the studs on the breast harness and pussy spreader sharply dig into me, but I moaned and whimpered and wriggled my bottom, trying to grind my pussy against the table. I felt a sharp slap on my bottom. 

"Now now. No fun until I say," said Bloomfeld. His fingers reached down between my spread legs until they felt my pussy, separated harshly by the leather studded straps, with the middle one pushing into me. He stroked the lips.

"Lacey, put clover clamps on the lips."

I felt her fingers on me then, and the cold metal clamps snapped shut, and I shrieked and my fingers stretched out, scratching at the cold metal table's edge. Bloomfeld laughed and slapped my bottom again. 

"Does that hurt, little slut?"

"Yes sir," I moaned, "Yes but it's good."

"Good. Now you watch me and Lacey have some fun."

He bent Lacey over the edge of the nearby counter, and I turned my head and watched, pressing my hips against the table and trying to arch so I could push against my clit. I watched him fuck Lacey, then set her aside and come back to me, chest heaving.

"You wanted that, didn't you?"

I sobbed. "Yes sir, I did. Please."

He smacked my bottom again. "I have something special for you, then."

They untied me and lifted me from the table, linking my wrist cuffs overhead to a trapeze bar. They fitted another bar to my ankles, spreading my legs apart, then lifted the bar overhead until I was a foot or more off the floor. Lacey attached the bottom bar to a hook in the floor. They removed the center strap from the pussy spreader, but left the spreader on. Lacey took out the vibrators and the dildo. Bloomfeld walked around me, stroking my body. He started playing with his cock.

"I need you to make me hard again, slut."

"Yes sir, I will, please..."

He stood for a moment, looking at me. He cinched in the waist belt another notch, then yet another, until I gasped. He added weights to each end of the elongated barbells that went through my nipples. With Lacey's help, they pulled on the lips of my pussy until they came out further on each side of the studded leather straps. Bloomfeld managed to pull them even tighter, digging into my crotch. I wriggled. He hit the lift switch on the top trapeze bar, lifting my arms overhead a few more inches, but since the bottom bar was attached to the floor, I was stretched very, very tightly. It was hard to breathe. He stroked my belly.

"I love a flat stomach," he said, moving his mouth against mine as he said this. He kissed me. 

Clover clamps went on the edges of my pussy's lips, then weights were added so the clamps dug in even more. More clamps of some kind went on the flesh that poked between the straps on either side of my clit. 

"No clamp for your clit this time, slut."

They pulled a stand over and set it beneath me, but Bloomfeld showed it to me first, as usual. A fat, long vibrator, slightly curved. I yearned for it to be inside me. He smiled. 

"Your little pussy is wide open," he said. He rubbed the end of the vibrator gently against my clit, and I pressed against it. He laughed. "What a whore. Are you a whore?"

"Yes sir yes, I am, please sir, please, put it in me, please!" I begged.

He laughed. "If you can reach this vibrator with your little pussy, whore, you can have it in you, as many times as you want."

"Yes sir, yes, please sir please, please."

"But, there's one little catch. Or, several little catches." He chuckled, amused. He lifted something off the stand.

"When you push down on this? You'll be pressing your pussy against – this." He fitted the vibrator into a nest of sharp metal prongs of various heights. He locked the end of the vibrator on the stand, moved it forward a little until it snuggled up against my skin. I could feel the smooth end of the vibrator, jiggling softly, waiting for me, but around it were the sharp spikes and prongs. He laughed. "Don't you want this in you any more? I thought you would fuck anything." He laughed again. He moved my hips until I felt the tip of the vibrator just inside my pussy. I longed for it. I wanted it in me more than almost anything. He laughed again. He walked around behind me, watching. 

I pushed against the vibrator a little. I only needed some of it in me to cum, just to feel a part of it, just enough of it, I wanted it, I needed it in me so bad, so bad. I pushed down a little. One of the sharp metal prongs flicked the tip of my clit. I pulled back a little. 

Bloomfeld was behind me with a small whip. He struck me across the bottom with it. 

"Fuck it, whore."

I tried again, wiggling a little. Three of the highest metal prongs now poked very gently against my clit, on each side of it. I pictured them, slightly pushing in the skin that was spread apart by the leather straps. I wriggled a little and felt the tip of the vibrator inside me, just a little. Lacey moved in front of me. She looked solemn, watching me, my pussy, watching my struggle. I moaned. 

"I don't want to hear that," hissed Bloomfeld. I felt a cloth gag slide between my teeth and lips, pulled tight. "Now try again. Push down."

I gritted my teeth against the cloth. It was hard to breathe, I was pulled so tightly by the trapeze bars. I struggled, tired. I tried to push down on the vibrator a little, but felt the sharp metal against my clit and on each side of it again. I lifted off a little. I was desperate to fuck it.

Bloomfeld smacked my bottom again and again with the whip. Lacey had another small whip, and she flicked it against my nipples, making the clamps jounce, the weights tugging. I shivered and had an orgasm.

"Not that way!" shouted Bloomfeld. He exchanged his whip for a thin cane that bent and flexed easily when it swished it through the air in front of me, showing me. "Push down on it, whore! I said push down!" He walked behind me, and I felt the cane's tip sliding up and down, slowly, first on the inside of one leg, then the other, and I had tears of frustration. I pushed again against the vibrator, needing it so bad. But I felt the metal, three prongs pushing against my clit and the skin again, two more that were a little shorter now poking against my pussy's lips. I shuddered.

"Lacey." She nodded and put clamps on my breasts, on the insides of my legs, more on my pussy lips, with small chains hanging down, and weights at the end. Bloomfeld swished those back and forth with the tip of his cane, then came up to me, whispering in my ear, one of his hands grabbing my hair and pulling my head back.

"Now listen to me, slut. Your uncle says you'll fuck anything. I want to see it. I want to see you scream out in pain because you can't resist getting fucked. You want that, don't you?"

I nodded as best I could. 

The end of his cane stroked my nipples, then thwacked them. I jerked. "Good. I want you to have pain. I want you to be punished. Bad little whores who open up their pussies for everybody should be punished, shouldn't they?" I nodded again. He smacked my breasts and nipples several times with the cane until they stung, but incredibly, I was so hot, I could have fucked a room full of people. I wriggled back against the vibrator's end again.

"Good. That's more like it. Show me how much you can take. I want you to show me just how eager your pussy is to be fucked." I nodded again and wriggled some more, aching for the vibrator, for anything, to be in me. I struggled a few minutes while Lacey and Bloomfeld watched. Now and then, he would run the cane up and down the insides of my legs. Twice, when I was exhausted and hung from the trapeze bar, he knelt and poked the tip of the cane inside my pussy until I was eager again. He adjusted the stand that the vibrator was clamped to so that it moved up a very little, rising up above the spikes very slightly. He clinically pushed the tip of the vibrator inside of me again.

"Try it again. Or don't you want to be fucked? Lacey, I don't think she wants it."

I shook my head and tried again. Lacey stroked the insides of my legs with her hands at one point, until I whimpered against the cloth. Bloomfeld flicked the cane against my bottom a few times, and I pushed away from it, and onto the vibrator. 

I struggled and took more of it inside me, eager, desperate. Metal prongs prodded my skin. The two medium length ones now pushed sharply against my pussy again. I felt three more, maybe four, the shorter ones, digging into my pussy. I moaned and twisted, but pulled back a little. I felt Bloomfeld's hand smack my bottom several times until it stung, but I love being spanked.

He stood behind me and put his hands to my front, pressing his nails into the ends of my nipples. I struggled against the trapeze bar. 

"No you don't, little whore. You wanted to be fucked. You'll keep working at this until I say you can stop. Show me you want it. You want to be fucked, don't you?"

I nodded vigorously.

"I don't believe it." He dug his nails viciously into my nipples and I shuddered, moaning, my head moving back and forth. "She says she wants it, Lacey, but I don't think she does." He moved to the front and unclamped the stand, pulled it out of the way. He flicked his cane, sharply smacking the insides of my stretched open pussy, again and again, then the insides of my thighs, now on my clit, until I felt my head buzzing and the blood pounding in my clit, roaring in my ears, wanting it, wanting it, wanting it inside me, anything inside me, to fuck me, to use me like a whore while they watched.

He stepped back, moved the stand into place again. He raised it very slightly again and settled me on the tip of the vibrator. He stood behind me again and put his hands around to my front. One hand was on a nipple, twisting it, its clamp moving back and forth. The other hand reached down to my front.

"Now. Let me feel that vibrator slide into your pussy. I know you want it in you." I nodded. He kissed my neck. "Good. Push down."

I tried again, pushing down, felt the metal prongs, stopped briefly. He twisted my other nipple, pulling it out a little, and I moaned and leaned my head back so my nipple would fit into his hand better. He laughed. I pushed down a little more. 

A sharp metal end poked my clit. The other two prongs bit into the flesh on each side of my clit. 

"Good," he whispered. "A little more." His knee came between my legs. I suddenly realized his cock was rubbing against my bottom. He was naked. I moaned and pushed down a little more.

Three more sharp metal edges, prodding into my flesh, into the lips. 

"Oh, very good," he whispered, kissing my neck again. His hand was flat on my belly, pressing in, releasing, rubbing down a little. His other hand now cupped a breast, squeezing now and then so that the clamps bit into it. I twisted a little. I was very, very wet. 

I pushed down again.

"Very good. Lacey, I believe she is a slut."

More of the vibrator came inside me. I pushed down yet a little more, and felt the three or four shorter prongs pricking at my pussy, on each side of the vibrator, holding it in place. 

"Now fuck it. That's it."

I moved up and down. The vibrator was big and thick, the end curved a little, rubbing up inside me, feeling so good, so good, in me. I felt the metal sharpness punishing my flesh, and it began to mesh with the pleasure of the vibrator in me.

"Good good," he murmured, pressing his cock against my bottom more. "Fuck it for me."

I pushed down again, a little further, the sharp prongs hurting me, but the vibrator feeling so good. I fucked it until I was spent and shuddering, cumming on the vibrator, hanging limply by my wrists.

"Good," he said. "Now stay on it." I nodded weakly, shuddering again as Lacey increased the movement of the vibrator. The metal prongs were curved and sharp, the very tip ends pressing against my flesh, and I felt Bloomfeld's hands pull my bottom apart, pulling the spreader straps aside, and his cock went into my ass, and he fucked me. Just as I was moaning and about to cum, Lacey smacked the cane across my clit, pressing metal against me, the vibrator into me, and I screamed out and came at the same time. Bloomfeld clung to me, shuddering, "Oh God oh God oh God," he said over and over again, until he came. 

When he was finished, he left me hanging by my wrists and went to clean up. Lacey removed the metal prongs and the vibrator, took off the clamps. She left the pussy spreader and breast harness on, with its metal studs on the insides of the straps, prodding my skin. She lowered the trapeze bar, unfastened my cuffs, and helped me down the hall to a bed, where she tied me to it, spreadeagle, the pussy spreader and harness still rubbing against me, still digging in tightly to my flush. My pussy quivered. She smiled, and left me. 

Bloomfeld came into the room and sat on the side of the bed. "You were a good little whore for me," he said, and his hand idly moved up and down my skin, checking flesh, pinching now and then. I still wore the gag. He checked it, but left it on, and made sure my pussy was still spread open, the straps still tight. 

"These are a couple of friends of mine," he said, as the door opened. "Your Master agreed, and they're clean. They're going to use you now, little whore," he said, standing up. "You won't be able to stop them. They can do whatever they want." He left the room. I didn't know their names. They might not know mine. 

"Holy shit," said the taller man. He had brown hair. The other man was a little shorter, stockier, with blond hair. He nodded. They tossed a coin, and Blond won. The other man left the room, and the blond got on the bed and unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock. He showed it to me, rubbed it against my nipples, but he never said anything to me. I was a slut who was tied, my pussy open, ready to be used. He fucked me, in every sense of the word. He knocked on the door when he was done, still zipping his pants, and the other man came in. Blondie stayed and watched; Brown Hair must like that. Brown hair liked to talk. Lots of "Oh yeah, baby, you're gonna love this." It didn't matter. He shoved his cock into me, hard, and bit one of my nipples until I squeaked. He ground his cock into me, groaned, and pulled out just in time to spew cum on my pussy. "You like how hot that feels?" I nodded. They left me. Lacey came in and wiped off my pussy, and Jason entered the room. He said nothing, but he unzipped his pants, and now he, too, used me, but he did take off my gag first, and he did talk to me a little while he fucked me.

"Did you have a good time?"

"Yes Master, I did."

He grunted and came, then lay on my stomach and breasts for a moment. His finger slid up and down one of my arms.

"And did you get punished?"

"Yes Master, I did."

"Did you deserve it?"

"Yes Master, you know I did."

He looked up, his chin propped on my breasts. "Why?"

"Master, I'm a slut, I'm a nympho."

"Yes. But tell me, did the good doctor find a special way to punish your pussy?"

"Yes Master, he did." I told him about the vibrator and the metal prongs. 

"I taped it. We'll watch it tomorrow. Together." 

I shuddered, hot again, excited. "Yes Master."

"So tell me," he said, pulling his cock out of me, sitting up, "your pussy was so eager, you didn't care about the pain. Did you?"

"No Master, no, I didn't."

"Tell me why."

"Because I wanted it in me so bad, Master. I needed it."

"What did you need?" His finger circled my navel. I shivered, getting wet again. Or wetter.

"I – I needed it in me. I needed to be fucked. While they watched. While they spanked me. Master, I needed to be fucked so bad!"

He laughed.

"You'll be happy to know I've set up the auction with Alistair McDair, then." I shivered. His fingers dipped down and pressed against the leather. He knew about the studs, then. I moaned a little and pushed my hips up, and he laughed again.

"You are a whore."

"Yes Master, I am, yes." I pushed up against his fingers again.

"I've instructed Alistair that I only want groups to bid on my little whore. We'll have a special room set aside for you and your temporary owners."

"Yes Master."

"And you'll please them."

"Yes Master, I will."

"No matter how many?"

I shivered and smiled. "No matter how many, Master."

"Good. You will make me proud."

"I will, Master, I promise."

"I've told Alistair, no less than five people can be in one of these groups." He looked at me. "You'll have to let at least five people use you in the same night."

"Yes Master. I can do that."

"I know you can." He chuckled. One of his fingers slipped inside me. I pushed up and down against it.

"And you'll have to put on a show for part of the auction. Slaves have to show a talent, and they have to show the people bidding some of the things they can do."

"Yes Master."

"I might get Bloomfeld to bring in that contraption of his." He meant the vibrator with the prongs. I shuddered. I would need to work up to that heat, that lust. I could do that easily enough.

"When will the auction be, Master?"

He rubbed his hand on my clit and pussy now. "At the end of the semester. I'll see you before then, of course." His mouth fit on my nipple, and he sucked gently. 

"Yes, yes Master." I arched my back a little and pushed my nipple into his mouth more. His fingers prodded against my sore pussy. He looked up. My nipple was wet and felt cool in the air without his mouth on it.

"You will need lots of practice for this auction," he smiled. 

"I can practice with a couple of friends, Master."

"Good. And with me."

"Yes Master."

"And maybe a friend or two I send up to see you."

"Yes Master. I will do whatever you tell me to do."

"Good." He untied me and helped me up. He left the pussy spreader and breast harness on me. He had bought them for Bloomfeld to use. We went into the medical lab. 

"Show Bloomfeld how much you appreciate what he did for you," Jason ordered. 

I nodded and knelt, my hands on Bloomfeld's pants, but he stopped me.

"No, wait til she gets home. Make her keep those straps on her. Let her fuck something there," he said to Jason, who nodded. He wrapped a blanket around me and I rode home that way. 

When we got home, I was still wearing the pussy spreader. Jason removed the breast harness. 

"Do the studs hurt?"

"A little, Master."

"Good." We went into the dining room. He and Maria sat in chairs, sipping wine. Jason hooked my wrist cuffs to the top of the pole where I had failed before to please him, in front of his guests. I understood. It was a test for the upcoming auction. No matter what, I would have to please my Master, my owner. I pulled myself up and gasped when the leather and studs bit into already tender, swollen flesh. But I felt the voice of Bloomfeld in my head, telling me to show how much I wanted it, so I heaved up again, wrapping my legs around the pole, arching against, pushing my hips against it, rubbing it with my pussy while my Master watched. I finally came against the pole and clung to it for a moment, then hung limply, one leg still wrapped around it. 




Introduction Ch. 06



"Good. You know what your owners want to see," he said, unhooking me. He and Maria helped me upstairs and into the tub. I whimpered at the hot water on my flesh. They washed me, Jason soaping his fingers and sliding them inside me a time or two, and then dried me and put me to bed with my wrists cuffed to the headboard. 

Jason came into the room and sat on the side of my bed, the light on. He pulled back the covers and smoothed his hand down my naked body. 

"I own your body," he said.

"Yes Master."

"I can make you do anything I want to. Anything."

"Yes Master. Anything."

"I can make you fuck anybody or anything I want to. At any time."

"Yes Master, you can. I will fuck anybody you want me to. I will let anybody fuck me if you tell me to. I will fuck anything you tell me to. You are my owner."

He played with my breasts for a minute, kissed me, pulled up the covers, and turned out the light.

I slept well.

I'm a nympho, and a slut. I can't help myself.



Introduction Ch. 07



The holidays, with festive lights and decorations, parties with family, friends, and Daddy's business associates. This latest party showcased some of his most special associates, with a few of us family members to act as gracious co-hosts. Daddy's newest wife, Sarah whatever, had been all nerves before the start of the party, snapping at everyone, rearranging flowers while the caterers hovered nearby, anxious. Wreaths on the double front doors; a large tree in the central hallway, two curving banisters on each side. The tree reached to the top of the second floor railing and was on fire with hundreds of tiny white lights, and all gold decorations -- golden balls, ribbons, dangling ornaments. The effect was dazzling. 

Jason and Maria were elegant, standing to one side, smiling and quietly greeting newcomers, urging them into the main dining hall. Daddy moving among the guests, Sarah at his side; A Mr. Winfield arrived from the New York office arrived; he had possibilities. Older, a little gray at the temples, nice suit. Hmm. Dr. Bloomfeld and Lacey were next to enter. Great. 

I ebbed slowly along, carrying the same glass, nodding, smiling, greeting guests. A group of four string instruments sat behind one of the stairs, softly playing Christmas carols. Drinks were being passed around generously, followed by trays of delicacies. The banisters were decked with green boughs and the same white lights that were on the tree. It was beautiful.

It was boring. I stifled a yawn. Sarah had decided that my dress was "too showy." Translation: too sexy. I had to put on a blouse, sweater, and skirt with hose and low heels. I looked like a schoolgirl, which was probably her goal. Oh well.

Dr. Bloomfeld talked to me for a little while, then I finally edged away from everyone and went into the study and shut the door. Ah. I plopped onto one of the sofas. The door creaked open.

"Oh -- sorry." Mr. Winfield. I motioned him in. He hesitated, then came in, shutting the door behind him. "I just wanted a quiet space for a moment," he smiled apologetically. I smiled back.

Really, he was nice looking. And no one else around. And Daddy had said to be congenial....

I checked the door, acting as though it had not shut quit firmly, and I locked it quietly, then sat next to him and chatted for a few minutes. I stretched. I noticed his eyes traveling down my blouse, then moving sideways. Good. He was interested, but not sure how to proceed. I was, after all, the Boss' daughter. 

I ran a finger down his tie. "Ooo, that feels very soft," I said. He swallowed nervously. We talked a few more minutes. I propped my head onto my right hand, my elbow on the back of the couch, leaning closer to Mr. Winfield of the New York office, and slowly unbuttoned his jacket. His hand went up, held mine still. "I -- I really don't want you to think -- I should leave -- " he stammered. How cute. I smiled.

"I locked the door," I said. "I'm just being congenial." 

He was very nervous, poor dear. I mean, a little older than my own father -- well, just more fun for me. 

"Tell me. What do you think of my bra?" I asked. 

"Your -- what?"

"Bra." I unbuttoned two of the blouse's buttons, my eyes always on Mr. Winfield's face. "See?" I pulled my blouse out of my skirt a little, opening it at the top more. I leaned forward towards his face.

"This one is pale yellow. I like it. And seamless." I chattered about the bra. He was fascinated. His eyes were riveted to it. I talked on.

"Seamless is nice," I noted again. I smiled at him, then took his right hand and gently pulled it to my breast. "See? Very smooth." I held his hand in place, cupping the satin over my breast. He swallowed. His hand was quivering just the smallest amount. But he was watching my hand and my breast steadily. 

I moved his hand a little on the cup. "Seamless feels good. Don't you agree?"

"Uh." 

His hand stayed in place, though. I knew it would. I pulled my blouse all the way out of my skirt, finished unbuttoning it, and pulled my blouse open. 

"And I like push-up bras. Very comfortable. Do you like them?"

"Yes." Good. He was finding his voice. His hand strayed a little, rubbing back and forth in small movements across my breast. I smiled. 

"That feels nice." I moved to face him better, took his other hand, and placed it on my other breast. He cupped them, his thumbs finding the nipples even through the material. I breathed in deeply. 

"That's good," I said. "What's your first name?"

"Ben."

"I like that name. Ben. Do you like my breasts, Ben?"

"Yes." His hands clenched a little, then relaxed. His eyes stayed on my breasts. 

"Ben, I'm a little uncomfortable," I said. He froze, his hands not moving. He looked up at me, startled. I smiled. "No, I just need to stand up for a minute." He relaxed but was wary. 

I stood in front of him and slowly unhooked the band of my skirt, unzipped the side panel, and held the material in place for a moment. I enjoyed this, him watching me, everything quiet in the room, while on the other side of the door were over two hundred people. I let my skirt drop, and he hissed. 

Well. Of course he would. I mean, I'm shaved smooth, And I wasn't wearing panties. Sarah might have made me go schoolgirl in looks, but she hadn't worried about what I wore underneath.

Or didn't wear.

Those little just-over-the-knee stockings. Those are so nice and silky. I kicked off my shoes. I still had on the blouse and bra. 

"Ben, do you like looking at me?"

"Yes." He cleared his throat, sitting on the sofa, watching, his eyes feasting. 

I smiled and held out a hand. I motioned, and finally he put one of his hands in mine. I held out my other hand and grasped his second one. I placed his hands firmly on my hips, my fingers at his wrists, and held him there. 

"Oh Ben," I said quietly, "I just don't think you were having enough fun at the party." I slid his hands up and down my hips a little. 

"Do you like this, Ben?"

"Ye-" he coughed -- "Yeah. I do." 

I moved his hands up and down my hips and the sides of my thighs, longer sweeps up and down. I was standing in front of him, my knees pressed to his. 

"Ben, are you feeling excited?"

"Yes. Yes, I am." His breathing was definitely quicker and deeper. I edged closer, rocking back and forth on my feet as I moved to stand on each side of his legs. 

I took one of his hands and began dipping it in a little towards my crotch, out again. 

"Don't you like that, Ben?"

He nodded. I kept moving his hands up and down my hips, dipping in and back out to the sides, over and over, until he began doing that on his own. I lifted off my hands and took off my blouse and tossed it a few feet away. His hands kept moving on my hips. I was smiling and really enjoying this. I unhooked the bra and slid it off my shoulders, holding the cups over my breasts, pushing up a little so the flesh spilled over some. His eyes were watching, his hands kept moving, his movements stronger and more eager now. 

"Do you want to see, Ben?"

He nodded.

"No, you have to tell me, Ben. Do you want to see?"

"Yes. I want to see."

"What do you want to see, Ben?"

His breath was harsh. "Your breasts. I want to see them."

I slowly pulled away the bra and tossed it aside on top of the blouse. He had a slight flush on his face. I was wearing studs in my nipples. Sarah would have realized I had rings on if I'd worn those. 

I pulled one of his hands up my waist, slowly, until I brought it to the bottom of my breast, then I let him cup it, hold it, capture it in his hand and move his thumb across. I closed my eyes, then opened them, slowly. 

"Ben, you're very good." I pulled up his other hand, placed it on my other breast, and while he held them, played with them, I edged closer to him, until I could pull my knees up and onto the sofa, one on each side of his legs. He moved his hands during this until they were finally at my back, holding me. My hands moved to his shoulders. 

"Now, Ben, you've made me very excited. I want to play a while." I leaned closer to him, moving my nipples across his jacket and tie slowly, then I balanced on my knees on the sofa, lifting up, and held his head in my hands and pulled him close, and he took one of my nipples in his mouth. He found the stud and tugged at it a little, and I was surprised and pleased. It felt good.

"Oh yes, Ben, I like that." His hands moved down to my thighs, then my bottom, cupping me, lifting me up and towards his chest, and his mouth continued to nibble on my breast. I arched a little so I could push more of me into his mouth, and he took it. 

His fingers began digging in me a little, finding the soft skin between the anus and lips, rubbing and pressing gently, and I moaned. 

"Yes, Ben, yes, I like that," I said. I pushed against him a little. My clit caught against his tie pin, and I rubbed against it a little, back and forth, flicking my clit against it. "I really like this."

His hands gripped my skin harder, pulling my bottom apart, and I arched a little more now, trying to push my clit into his chest more for some relief. 

I was breathing heavily. "What do you like most, Ben," I said, "what do you want most?"

"Everything," he said.

"What do you want first?"

His fingers jerked a little, and he pulled me up more, dipped his head, and kissed my belly. I pulled his head down and held it there, my fingers in his hair. His tongue found my navel, and he licked around it, his tongue dipping in, and I moaned.

"Ben..." I panted.

I could feel one of his hands moving, fumbling at his pants, and I stopped him, moving us apart long enough to unzip him, to open his pants, find his shorts and open them, pull out his cock. It was bulging and hard, with the ridged veins showing eagerness. I took it in one hand and moved the flesh up and down with my hand, sliding it up and down his penis several times, my hand lightly squeezing a little as I did. He moaned. "God," he moaned, and his head went back on the sofa and his eyes were closed. I moved my hand up and down more.

"Ben, are you ready?" I'd already been into his files along with a few other potentials the day before. He was safe. 

I rubbed the head of his cock against my clit and he grunted. "Is this where you want it to go, Ben?" 

"Yes oh God, yes," he whispered huskily. 

I spread my lips apart with one hand then, and rubbed the head of his cock back and forth against them.

"Do you like this, Ben?"

"Yes!"

"You like your cock, rubbing on my pussy? Do you like my pussy, Ben?"

"Yes God yes!"

"Say it, Ben. Tell me you like it."

"I like it," he panted.

"No, tell me what you like," I whispered. I rubbed his cock against my open pussy.

"God," he almost shouted, "I like -- I like your pussy. I want it. I want it!" he said suddenly, almost fiercely. 

"And -- am I naughty, Ben? For tempting you this way? For doing this?"

He was a little startled.

I nuzzled his neck, my hand still on his cock.

"Oh yes, Ben. I'm very bad. You will have to punish me, Ben."

"H- how?" He was eager, panting. Poor man.

"You have to take me, Ben. You need to be strong with me, Ben. Rough. After all, I'm the little slut who seduced you, right? so you need to be a little rough." 

"Yeah. Yes." He was panting, and I felt his cock jerking. I pulled us both sideways onto the sofa, Ben tumbling a little towards me. I put my hands over my head.

"Hold my wrists, Ben," I said, "hold them down. You can't let me get away, Ben."

"That's right!" he panted, and grabbed my wrists with one of his hands and held them fiercely in place. He fumbled with his cock for a moment.

I opened my legs, one bent at the knee and up on the sofa, the other out and towards the floor. "And you can't be gentle with me, Ben. You can't be gentle with a slut who seduces you. You could be caught, Ben," I whispered, and he pushed my legs open a little wider, and I smiled.

"You can't let me go, Ben," I said again, "and you can't be easy with me. You have to be rough and hard. I teased you, Ben, didn't I?"

"Yes! You teased me," he panted, eager and nearly out of his mind with lust, and his fingers found my pussy with his free hand. 

"And I put you in jeopardy, Ben, right? I mean, boss's daughter -- you could lose your job," I purred. His fingers opened my pussy wide, and his mouth was on one of my breasts, sucking. He lifted his head.

"That's right."

"And what do you call someone who seduces you, who puts you at risk, who teases you and who is soooo bad, Ben? I'm so bad. Tell me, Ben. What do you call me?"

"Slut?"

"That's right, Ben. I'm a slut. A tease and a slut. You need to punish me hard, Ben. You need to be rough with me and hold me down and not let me go until you've taught me a lesson, Ben. Until you've shown me how strong you are. Show me how strong you are, Ben. Tell me what a slut I am, and tell me how strong you are."

"I am strong, you little slut!" The head of his cock found my pussy. He was trembling with eagerness. He moved his other hand up and held one of my wrists in each hand. "You can scream, slut," he snapped, his cock moving in a little, "and you can struggle, but you can't get away from me." His cock moved inside me more, and I moaned. I arched my back, and he took that for a struggle. 

"No!" he snarled, and I was glad because I'd been right. He was strong, and I'd seen his med reports and knew about the Viagara, and I knew he went on the prowl at parties, and I knew he was clean. And I was glad. 

"Let me go, Ben," I said lightly.

"No!" 

I struggled a little for good show. I was really pleased. His cock slid into me, and he was hard and thick and full, and he was half-angry and half-excited, and it was good. 

He braced against the sofa and pushed angrily into me, shoving, jerking, using me, and a slut should be used, should be held down and used, and it felt good to me. He pumped and pumped into me and I clenched and built up to that wonderful shudder and cried out, and it excited him even more, and he pulled out and pushed in harder and faster, until he held still for a moment, and spewed cum inside me and gasped with pleasure, still holding me down on the sofa. He lay on top of me for a time, breathing hard, his hands still holding my wrists, his head on my breasts.

"Ben," I said after a time, "that was so good." I sighed. 

After a moment, he lifted his head, looked at me. A wry smile. "You played me," he said.

"But you liked having your cock inside me. And it felt really good. You really are good."

He smiled, released my wrists. I lay on the sofa, my arms over my head, while he stood and tucked in his shirt, zipped his pants, straightened himself. He watched me the whole time. I smiled, my legs open. I dangled my left foot back and forth a little, off the side of the sofa. He leaned down and kissed my nipples, one by one, then my forehead, and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. I lay on the sofa a while longer.

The door opened, closed, and I heard the click of the lock.

"Did you see?" I asked.

Bloomfeld nodded, standing over me. "Very exciting," he said. 

I'd had a camera in there, and Bloomfeld and Lacey had gone to my room to watch. 

"So?" I asked. Bloomfeld pulled a chair over and sat down. He trailed one of his fingers down my belly, back up, down to the navel, slowly, very slowly. I shivered a little and moved to sit up.

"No." He pushed me back down. He snapped his fingers, and I realized that Lacey was also in the room. He turned back to me. 

"You really are a very bad little slut," he said with a smile. I shrugged. 

He arranged me so that I sat on top of the sofa back, then Lacey helped me to lean backwards until my arms and the top of my head rested against the sofa, my shoulders and back of my head against the sofa's back. There was a leg at each end of the sofa, and a third in the middle. Lacey threaded a chain behind that, then up, and attached each end to a wrist cuff. She buckled those onto my wrists, then moved around to the sofa back and took my left leg near the knee, pulling it out. 

Having my hips on the sofa back meant that I was very arched, and my hips protruded and my legs spread. It was an ideal position for someone interested in punishing a recently fucked pussy, though, which Bloomfeld was there to do. He held my right leg out to the side with one hand, and with his other, he used a thin cane. 

He flicked it now against my clit, and I jerked a little. 

"I'm very disappointed," Bloomfeld said in a matter-of-fact voice. He struck the cane against the mons. I quivered.

"I tried very hard -- " the thin cane flexed and whipped the inside of my thigh, and I whimpered a little, "- to teach you to keep your legs closed. Didn't I, Lacey?"

"Oh yes, Doctor, you did," I heard Lacey's voice. Her fingernails were digging into my leg. 

The cane struck me on the inside of my other thigh, then solidly across my clit. I jerked again.

"And I really don't understand," continued Bloomfeld, stopping to stroke one of the welts with his finger while I moaned, "why you can't keep your legs closed. Can you tell me why she can't, Lacey?"

The cane slid up along the insides of my flesh, the tip prodding a little at my clit. I moaned again and arched up to press against it a little.

"You see!" Bloomfeld said, sounding aghast. "You see! She's still wanting it."

The cane flexed and sliced against my skin again, sharply, now on the inside of one thigh, now on top of the clit; next inside another thigh, then unexpectedly atop one of my nipples. I moaned and jerked, and I began to tug at my wrist cuffs in earnest. My eyes were closed. I had tears in my eyes, and yet, his hands and Lacey's on my legs, and the cane burning streaks across my skin, were sizzling my nerves, making them dance. I jerked as the cane flicked and the tip landed squarely on top of my clit, and I cried out, my hands finding the sofa's seat, pushing me up a little.

"She's still eager! Tell me," Bloomfeld's face leered over the sofa suddenly, "tell me why it is you're so eager."

I was shuddering. He moved back, and the cane slashed down rapidly in succession on my pussy, over and over, until it burned and throbbed. 

"Tell me!" he snapped. 

The cane struck again on the clit, and I cried out, "I'm a slut!"

"Yes!" He leaned over the sofa's edge, looking at me, and held up a small belt, showing it to me. I moaned and shook my head.

"Spread this little whore's legs, Lacey." I could hear clinking, then felt her cuffing one ankle, then another. She'd chained each cuff on a short chain to the back of each sofa leg. I was very arched now, my legs very wide, my pussy spread open, vulnerable. Bloomfeld stroked it with his fingers.

"So wet, Lacey. That's a sign of a slut."

"Yes Doctor."

Bloomfeld moved around the sofa and sat in the chair for a moment. He leaned closer to my face. One of his hands held the belt, doubled over, and he idly flicked it back and forth across my nipples. I watched him.

"You knew when I challenged you," he said softly, his eyes gleaming, "that I would punish you if you seduced him." 

"Yes sir."

"Of course," Bloomfeld said cheerfully, sitting up in the chair, "you also knew that if you did not seduce him, I'd punish you, too. Well. It's a win-win situation for me anyway you look at it, isn't it?" and with that, he struck me across the breasts with the belt, until my nipples were on fire. He stood and went to the back of the sofa, and I moaned.

He used the belt very well, on the insides of my legs, on my belly, on my clit, on my pussy over and over until I actually shuddered and came and cried out, "Gnngggg" being all I could manage, and the belt smacked down again. 

"Can you believe this, Lacey? This little whore just came!" He sounded amazed, but happy. Everything according to his plan. 




Introduction Ch. 07



I heard the unzipping, and I braced. 

"Ask me what I'm wearing," he said happily.

"What are you wearing, sir?" I asked.

"A nice cock ring. I've been hard as a rock for a long time now." Without warning, his fingers spread me open and he plunged his cock inside me, and I yelled because my skin was so tender, and he ignored me. 

"Being fucked," he panted, doing just that, "is what you want." He was rough. He enjoyed being rough, and so did I. His hands were braced on the sofa back. His cock was beautiful and fat and strong and hard, and at one point, while he was halfway inside me, he had Lacey unsnap the cockring from him, and he nearly sobbed from the release and pleasure, and pushed up inside me hard and fast, rough, using me. I came twice, and I begged him and begged him, please use me, please, please fuck me and use me, hard and rough. 

"You should be used," he said, staying inside me for a moment after he came. "Bad sluts who can't keep their legs closed, they should have their pussies punished. I should let everybody come in here and see you," he added, pulling out of me. Lacey began to clean him, while I still was strapped down, wide open. His fingers twiddled with my clit for a moment, making me beg him, please, to fuck me again, or to find something, anything, and fuck me with it. He laughed. "Lacey." I heard movement from her, then something cold and metal in his hand. By the feel of it, an alligator clamp, right on the end of my throbbing clit. It jerked and twitched like a live thing. 

"Oh please," I begged, "Please, please again, please." 

He laughed. 

"I should get everybody in here and let them take turns using you."

"Yes, oh yes, please." His hand stroked me, then twisted the clamp, hurting a little but feeling good, so good. 

"And of course, Jason will have to be told."

"No, please...."

"Yes. Bad little sluts who play with others are naughty. We'll have to think of a really bad punishment for you." He was gentle, though, unhooking my wrist and ankle cuffs, and he had Lacey to clean me and help me to dress while he watched. 

When I was ready and able to stand and walk, they took me upstairs to my room and closed the door, locking it, Bloomfeld watching me. 

"Strip."

I did, though he stopped me when I got to the stockings. "No, I like those. Leave them on." I nodded. He had me replace the studs in my nipples with rings, and Lacey hooked small weights onto those rings, with little strands of chains that had small bells up and down added to each ring as well. The weight tugged at my nipples.

Lacey put the wrist and ankle cuffs on me again. She threaded the chain of the wrist cuffs overhead, to a point at the far end of the bed, at the top of the tall poster. I was on tiptoes, stretched, my stomach taut and sucked in from the strain, my breasts out. 

I have a four poster bed, the tall posters that form a canopy overhead. The whole frame is sturdy. Jason had reinforced it himself some time ago. 

Bloomfeld sat in a chair; Lacey standing near me. 

I was on tiptoe, barely, facing the post, my arms high overhead, naked with just the hose. There was a tap on the door, and Lacey answered it, opened, shut it quickly. Jason entered, followed by Maria. They sat next to Bloomfeld. 

"Your little nympho has been a slut this evening," Bloomfeld said. I dangled quietly. 

"Really." Jason stretched back in his chair and motioned at Maria. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, playing with it. He leaned back a little more. "And, just how much of a slut was she?" he asked Bloomfeld.

"I'm sorry to say that I had to punish her. She seduced one of your brother's business associates," Bloomfeld said in mock sadness. He was enjoying himself.

I was finding it a little hard to breathe. 

"Have any suggestions?" Jason asked. They were all playing the game well. 

Jason was very fond of the bed. He'd had it reinforced, as I said; the four posts were tall, and I had a slightly higher than average ceiling in my bedroom. He very much liked the carvings up and down the posts. There were nymphs and satyrs and all sorts of creatures and trees frolicking up and down each post, along the baseboard, at the head of the bed. He'd had it designed specifically for me.

Bloomfeld knew this, of course. They all knew this, as did I. I waited. 

"I believe," said Bloomfeld, "you are fond of making her show how much she likes to rut. She simply can't help herself," he added. 

"Yes."

"So..." Bloomfeld shrugged. He leaned towards Jason, whispered; they both nodded, leaned back in their chairs.

"Well," said Jason slowly. "I believe the doctor is right." He stood and walked over to me, ran a hand along my back, to my naked bottom. He leaned close to me and grabbed my hair with one of his hands, pulled my head back. His other hand played with my breasts.

"Downstairs," Jason said slowly, "her Daddy and her new stepmother are talking to guests." He looked at me and pulled my head back a little more, pinching a nipple hard as he did. I gasped. "What do you think would happen if I called your Daddy to come up here and see you like this?" I shook my head. "No? You don't know?" I shook my head again.

"What do you think would happen," he said slowly, his hand now stroking my breasts, then down my belly, between my legs, his other hand still in my hair, "if I went downstairs, and spoke to some of those men? Told them that, upstairs, waiting, panting and eager, was a slut, eager for all of them. What do you think would happen?"

I shook my head.

"Answer me!"

"I -- I don't know, Master."

"You don't know. I'll tell you what would happen," he said quietly, his hand between my legs, pushing in and up. "They would be so eager and so excited when they saw you tied to the bed with your pussy wide open, they would all try to fuck you at once." His hand flattened against my pussy and pressed, back and forth, and I moaned.

"Master..."

"And you would love it, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?" and he pushed one of his fingers inside my pussy and I moaned more. He turned to Bloomfeld. "Look at her. She's already pushing herself on my hand!"

Bloomfeld shrugged. "That's what a nympho does, Jason."

Jason turned back to me. "You hear that? What did he say you are?"

"A nympho, Master."

"What else are you?"

"I'm a slut, Master."

"No, tell me everything, everything you are," he said, more quietly, and he slipped a second finger inside me, twisting them, and I pulled at the wrist cuffs a little. He laughed.

"I'm a slut, Master." 

"Go on."

"I'm -- a nympho. A slut." A third finger inside my pussy, pushing in and out. I couldn't help it; I opened my legs a little more, balancing on one set of toes, lifting the other leg a little. He laughed.

"You see?" he asked Bloomfeld again. "Just like a little animal."

"Keep telling us."

I panted a little; his fingers were pushing in and out of me and it felt good. I could barely think. He shook my head a little. "A whore, Master. A slut."

"A slut who -?"

"A slut who fucks her uncle, Master. Who loves to fuck her uncle, Master," I gasped as his fingers dug inside me. "And -- and I can't help it, Master. It feels so good. I can't help myself."

"That's right," he said, satisfied. He released my hair, and I pressed my forehead against the post. He pulled out his fingers and wiped them on my belly, then went back to his chair and sat.

"And what," Jason continued, as Maria pulled out his cock again and stroked it, "what does a nympho, a slut who fucks her uncle, who loves to fuck anything, who can't help herself -- what does that slut do?" I hung there. He answered for me. "A little slut like that ruts, just like a little animal. A little mindless animal filled with lust, only eager to satisfy its pussy," he said, and I shivered, and nodded. It was true. I hung from the wrist cuffs. 

"I want to see you rut," Jason said. I hung there a moment longer. "Rut!" he snapped. "And you will enjoy it, and you will show us, this is how a slut who can't control herself, plays with herself. Show us how you enjoy yourself. I want you to enjoy yourself." Jason paused, and he pushed Maria's head to his lap, and she took his cock in her mouth. He breathed deeply. "You won't leave that post until you rut like a little whore out of control and cum at least five times."

Bloomfeld spoke up. "Lacey," was all he said. She took position behind me, but she was swinging a leather belt from one hand and smiling. She hated me. 

"Now," said Jason. 

Bloomfeld turned on the TV. They watched me and called out comments, except when Maria finally got Jason hard enough, and he pulled her onto his lap and pulled up her dress, and fucked her anus. 

I grasped the post with both hands and pulled myself up a little, against the post, pressing my pussy hard against it, and Lacey swung the belt and hit my bottom. I moaned and clung to the post a moment, and already I had cum once. The knobs and bumps and bulges of the different creatures carved on the posts became clear in their meaning as they rubbed against me, and I pulled myself up again, flinching a little as Lacey swung the belt against my bottom again, continuing while I pulled myself up and down, pressing, opening my legs at one point and arching my back as much as I could, holding onto the wrist chains, rocking back and forth a little against the post. I came a second time, and by then Jason and Maria had finished. He was watching me, his eyes hard and excited. 

A third time I had to hook one of my legs behind the post and swing back and forth a little before I came; a fourth time was harder to cum, and Lacey struck my bottom several times until it stung and burned, but oddly, it made me hotter, more excited, and Jason noticed.

"See how much hotter she is? That's what she wants. She wants her pussy being played with. She loves it." 

And I did. I did love it, them watching, being tied, playing with myself while they watched. Just his words made me cum that fourth time, but the fifth time, I struggled and was so tired. I tried pulling myself up and down the post; I tried arching my back and rubbing, but I was tired. And he saw this, too, and came over to me and grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back.

"Push that pussy up against the post," he said, and I did. "Open your legs wider. That's it." He let go of my hair, and he pushed his hand on my bottom, shoving it against the post. 

"Master," I said.

He smacked my bottom with his bare hand, hard, and I yelped. "Open those legs wider," he said. "I know you can do that." He pushed his hip and thigh into my bottom, and he reached his hands around to my front and took my lips and pulled them out and apart. His hip shoved me hard against the post then as he moved his hands out of the way. He held me against the post, my pussy spread, feelings the bulges and bumps and dips of the carvings digging into me. I struggled.

"You are going to fuck this one more time," he said, "because I have told you to. I ordered you to."

"Yes Master."

He pushed against me again, but I was tired. I tried, but I was spent. Finally, he uncuffed me, but he hooked me up again to the bracing between the posts at the end of the bed, attaching a wrist chain to the top of one post; the other wrist chain to the top of the other post at the foot of the bed. I was upright, my arms up and stretched very far apart, chained to the tops of each tall post. Lacey and Maria did my ankles, adding cuffs and chains and tugging each of my legs out, a chain hooked to the bottom of each of those posts. I was pulled very tightly, with all of my weight on my arms. 

"Maria." She nodded, went to me while Jason stepped back. Her head moved over my breasts, her mouth nuzzling my nipples, her teeth biting a little. The little bells jangled. She moved up and kissed my mouth, one of her hands on my breasts, playing with it, circling a nipple, the other hand sliding up my arm, stroking it. I shivered and moaned against her mouth. 

"Show me what a whore you are," Jason told me. He asked for Lacey, and she obediently followed Bloomfeld's directions and knelt in front of me, took my bottom in her hands, pulled me to her mouth, and took my clit and began sucking. I moaned. 

"Don't you want this?" Jason asked me.

Maria pulled back from my mouth, kissing my neck, my breasts, stroking my belly, dipping into my navel.

"Yes, Master."

"No, I don't think you do. I really think I should go downstairs and bring Daddy up here to see you."

"No, Master! Please don't." I moaned again, Lacey's tongue inside me now. Her fingers found my anus and circle it lightly. 

"Yes, I think he should know what a slut his daughter is. Who knows? He might even want you himself. Or -- " he paused a moment, as if thinking. "We could hold a lottery downstairs. People could come up here, fuck you, or maybe -- yes, the lottery could be, what could we fuck you with. That might be even better." He thought about it.

"Would you like that?"

"Yes -- yes" I stuttered. Maria was sucking my nipple; Lacey was sucking one of my pussy's lips in her mouth now. My eyes were mostly closed. I was so open, so spread open and vulnerable and loved it, I dearly loved it, exposed and watched and used and played with, their plaything, their sex toy, their sex slut. 

He must have moved the two women away, because their mouths and fingers disappeared, and I nearly cried. I opened my eyes when I heard him unzipping again. 

"You've made me hard again, slut. I watched my wife playing with my niece, and it made me hard. I'm going to put my cock in you, and you'll cum that fifth time for me. Won't you?" and his hands were around my waist, squeezing in, and I shuddered and jittered.

"Yes, yes Master, I want it please."

"Beg me."

"Master please, please, I beg you, please, please put your cock in me, please" I cried, wanting it so much.

"I don't believe you," he said, and I whimpered. "Tell me why you would want it."

"Oh Master, please," I begged, pleaded, tears in my eyes, "Please Master, I want your cock in me, I'm a slut, I'm your slut, your whore, I want you in me, I love you in me, please, please."

"I like it when you beg. And who am I? And who are you?"

"You're my uncle, Master, and I'm your niece, your slave, your slut. I'm your toy, your sex slave, your fuck toy, a nympho," I rattled on, begging, pleading, tears, wanting, needing, and his hands on me, everywhere.

"You'd fuck me in front of a roomful of people?"

"Yes Master, yes!"

"And if I tied you down on this bed after I finished using you, and I sent 10 men up here, you'd let all of them use you, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Master, please, please I want you in me, please, I need you, please."

He grabbed my clit and pinched, hard, and I shivered and cried out. "Tell me why. Why would such a good girl let so many men fuck her? Hmmm? Tell me. Tell me why such a nice young lady like you let her uncle play with her, and use her, and let all those men put their hands and fingers all over her, and in her, and love their cocks using her? Hmmm? Why?" he twisted the clit and pulled it a little. 

"Oh Master please, please," I sobbed, "Please, I can't help myself, I want to be fucked, I need it, if I could be fucked all the time, every day, if I could be tied down and spread open and let everyone use me any time they wanted, please, Master, please, use me, use me, please let me be used by you any way you want, please." I had tears on my cheeks. I wanted him so badly, I needed him. I needed the feel of him inside me.

His hands were on my hips, fast, and he pierced me, shoving up inside of me, quickly, and I yelled, "Ahhh ah ggggggg Oh God please please yes" and sobbed and begged, and he fucked me, and he used me. And I liked it, I loved it, because I am his sex toy, his sex slave, his fuck toy to use any way he wants, to tie me down and spread me open, to let people see me and use me, play with me, touch me any way they wish, and I sobbed and came on his cock inside me, and came again, so he was pleased because I came one more time than he had ordered.

After a time, he left the room with Maria to return to the party, and I still hung from my chains. Lacey left, and Bloomfeld lingered. 

"Quite a display," he said, and slowly began uncuffing me. He worked until I fell back on the bed, exhausted, limp, unable to move, and he slowly cleaned me and helped me under the covers. He smoothed my hair back from my forehead, kissed it, turned out the light. He sat on the side of the bed for a moment. 

"You really enjoy it, don't you?" he said. 

"Yes," I murmured sleepily.

"Then sleep well," he said. "We have some plans for you I think you'll enjoy." And he left the room, closing the door behind him, and I slept well. 



Introduction Ch. 08



Spring break was over, but most students weren't ready to study just yet. Dr. Bloomfeld had given me a present at Christmas, a really nice clit piercing. I hadn't been sure if I would like it, but Jason ordered it, and Bloomfeld did such a nice job. The metal rode the length of the nerve in my clit, a vertical piercing, and sometimes I would remove one of the little balls on the end and add one of the attachments Bloomfeld or Jason had given me. 

Right now, I was wearing one that Bloomfeld had given me, little fine chains that were on a small metal ball that screwed onto the top of the clit bar, so that the little chains dangled down and flicked back and forth under my skirt when I walked; no panties, of course, so there was plenty of flicking. I was constantly aware of the metal bar, and it felt good, and the ends of the tiny fine chains continually tingled against my clit as I moved. Running lightly up and down stairs felt very good. 

And who wants to study now? It's warm and it's spring, flowers are blooming, I could be at the beach -- who wants to study or be in class? 

I asked Eric and Richard this at lunch in the cafeteria. I was poking at whatever was on my plate. I'm not sure what it was. I finally pushed it back and told them about my clit piercing.

"Cool!" said Richard. "Can I see?"

"Sure!" I'm always willing to show. But I trust these two; they're fun to play with.

We dropped off our trays and went to one of the older buildings. Nobody was in the hallways, and we found a women's bathroom. I peeked; nobody was inside. 

"Come on!" I waved my hand at the guys. They dashed in, Eric putting an "Out of Order" sign on the door. We locked it. 

One of the windows were open. It was an old bathroom, with the thick glass frosted, and at the very top of the room. Nobody could see in. We dropped our books on a ledge.

"So, this is the girls' bathroom," Eric said. He was leaning against the wall, watching. I grinned and pulled up my skirt.

"Awesome," breathed Richard, leaning down for a closer look. "Can I touch?" 

"Sure!"

His finger ran slowly along the little metal ball at the top of the rod, fingered the chains a little, then ran down my clit. I shivered. His finger finished at the small knob at the end of the rod. He looked up at Eric, sitting back on his haunches.

"You know, we could have some fun with this."

Eric crossed his arms. "How?"

"How? How?!!"

"Ok, ok, I mean -- what do you mean? What're you planning?"

Richard bit his lip. "You have that new videocam..."

Cut to the three of us back in that same bathroom, a little later, Eric setting up a tripod "to keep it steady." The guys were going to wear ski masks. Each of us had a backpack with a change of clothes.

"Um, aren't you going to get hot?" I asked. They finally cut off the bottom half of the masks. Hopefully the yarn wouldn't unravel too quickly. 

I was going to wear a blindfold. First, we filmed the two masked college boys, bringing in a helpless, struggling blindfolded college girl into a darkened bathroom. (Eric had turned off the light and shut the window.) My wrists were tied. Eric filmed Richard holding me over Richard's shoulder, turning slowly to show that my skirt, always short anyway, had hiked up. Eric got a really good shot of my bare bottom perked up over Richard's shoulder; Richard smacked my bottom and rubbed it, grinning into the camera, the top half of his face and his hair hidden. I squealed, and he smacked my bottom again. Eric stopped the camera and had Richard put me down. They untied my wrists; I took off my blouse, then my bra, then put my blouse back on. 

I stood there while Eric inspected me, walking around. He faced me again. 

"Ummm. Ok, how about -- " he grabbed my blouse and yanked it apart. Two buttons flew off and hit the wall. I giggled. "Better." He grinned under his half of a mask. Richard lifted me onto his shoulder again, Eric adjusted my blouse. I was wearing my nipple rings, and the material felt cool and erotic on my bare skin.

So, filming again: Poor poor struggling college girl is brought into the dark bathroom over the shoulder of a masked brute. Cut to brute's back, college girl's wrists tied as she struggles, blindfolded and gagged. The gag had been Eric's idea. Her breasts are nearly exposed through her torn blouse.

Now to front of brute, and close up of struggling girl's naked bottom just barely visible under the short skirt. Brute (Richard) now pushes up skirt, leering into the camera. He smacks my bottom, then rubs it. I squeal and struggle. He strokes my bottom again, smacking it. Eric and Richard laugh evilly. I struggle. 

A few minutes with a screwdriver had removed the old doors and partitions on the three stalls, so that all that was left was a big metal frame. It was perfect. 

It was a little warm in the room, but comfy. While the camera was stopped, we set up the next scene. The two masked brutes had tied the beautiful college girl to the frame, spreadeagle, standing upright. Her torn blouse was still partly tucked into her skirt; the skirt was short enough to see that she wore thigh-hi hose, the white delicate lacey ones I liked so much, and black pumps. Ok, trite, but it worked for me. I was excited. 

Eric and Richard worked with the ropes until they were satisfied with the look. I made sure that the ropes really were tied well, so I couldn't move. Otherwise, I would have tugged them loose, and it wouldn't have looked, or felt, dangerous. They agreed. They had wedged an old wooden chair under the doorknob as a safety precaution. 

So: In the frame of the missing doorway in the middle stall, I'm standing. My arms are raised up very high overhead for that nice stretch I love so much, each wrist tied outward and up. Below, each ankle tied outward to the base of a frame for what used to hold doors and partitions. Without the partitions, Eric and Richard could move freely back and forth. 

Now back to the filming. 

The struggling college girl in the old dark bathroom is tied spreadeagle, standing up, between the frames. She pulls and tugs. She is blindfolded and gagged. She whimpers when one of the two college boys, masked, puts his hand in her blouse and squeezes a breast. Another college boy speaks softly to one side, his hand sliding up her leg. Her head turns, following his voice. She shakes her head "no," and "no" again. They ignore her.

The taller one (Richard) can be seen rubbing his crotch, and then he rubs against her hip. She squeals and tries to pull away, but the other man, (Eric), slimmer, laughs. He nuzzles her neck with her mouth. He pulls her blouse out of her skirt, slowly, and pulls one side of the blouse open, revealing her right breast. She shakes her head no, no, very hard, but his hand keeps moving, holding her breast, squeezing a little. His thumb flicks her nipple ring up, then lets it flop down. 

Richard is panting, rubbing and pressing his crotch against my thigh. "What's under this?" he whispers, and his hand goes under my skirt, feeling. I moan against the cloth in my mouth. He looks across at Eric, and I will later see for myself all of these looks, and whispers, "I think I found something interesting."

Eric unzips my skirt, slowly, and you can hear nothing in the room but me whimpering, the boys breathing heavily, and the slow creaking noise as the zipper slides down and the skirt band loosens. Outside in the distance is the sound of a lawnmower somewhere on campus. The zipper stops. Eric looks at Richard, then hooks a thumb into my loose skirt band, and pulls down. I squeal and shake my head, hard, "No! No!" but they laugh and tug at the skirt. It stops midway down my legs, of course, held there because my legs have been tied wide in an inverted V. Eric pulls out his pocketknife and rips it down the material, and the only sound is that ripping noise, and I moan. They pull off the remnants of the skirt and toss them aside, and I am naked from the waist down, except for the hose and the heels. A tiny gold chain is around my waist, glistening and picking up the small amount of light in the room. Eric, or maybe Richard, then both, smooth their hands down my belly, my thighs, dipping in. I shake my head "no!" and pull and tug at the ropes, but they hold. They hold.

I feel fingers rubbing me, rubbing on the clit piercing. My head is back and my hips are forward a little.

In one fast jerk, Eric rips my blouse with his hands, then uses his pocketknife, tearing, ripping, shredding the blouse, until all of that is gone, too, and I am tied there between the posts in the old room, naked and helpless, blind, gagged, their hands touching me. They're enjoying it, and they tell me later that they liked it because they hadn't played with me when I was tied that much. They enjoy it, and they like the power of it. It seems to make Richard more aggressive, and Eric a little crueler and bolder.

They pinch my nipples. They roll them between their fingers, one standing on each side of me so the camera has a good view. A hand comes between my legs, lifting up a little. I hear Richard, heavy panting, a harsh whisper that I almost don't recognize, and he's saying things in a way he's never said before, and I'm excited.

I hear his belt sliding out of the loops, I hear him unzipping his pants. I know the camera is filming him, showing his cock springing out, ready. 

I don't know the belt is coming at me until I feel its sting against the inside of my thigh, and I jump and squeal for real. The belt swinger is good. I think it might be Eric, but I'm not sure now. They both seem a little -- different with the masks, the blindfold, the gag. 

The belt catches me between the legs, flicking up, and I'm saying "Mmm Unnn unnnnggg" over and over, keening. A hand is in my hair, twisted in it, pulls my head back, and a hand is rough on my breasts, a mouth on one nipple, a hand on my other breast, squeezing roughly. They are getting rough with me, and I am tied and helpless, and the camera films on.

They move the camera at one point to the side a little, and Richard is harsh with his voice now, and louder, more aggressive, and he's telling me, "You want this, I know you want it. Say you want it" and now I feel his hands on my bottom, squeezing hard, harder. He's rough, and he grinds against my pussy, not entering me, just grinding and digging his fingers into my bottom, jerking me against him, pulling at my bonds. "SAY IT!" he growls, and I moan and shake my head "Yes" and try to say it, but can't through the cloth.

"You'd better say it," he growls again, angry, and this is not a Richard I know now. "Say it, or I'm gonna hurt you," and I try again to say "Yes" but it does not sound clear. He leans back a little and squats slightly, then pushes up into me very fast and hard, lifting me up off the floor a little, and I squeal. It does hurt a little, and his fingers are gouging into the flesh of my bottom, and he's crooning, "OH yeah, yeah, I knew you wanted it, you want me in you, don't you, flashing your pussy all day where I can see it, not letting me touch -- well, touch THIS" and he jerks and thrusts into me hard and fast, and I am almost like a puppet, tied to my strings, unable to get away, and he is piercing me and digging deeper into me than maybe anyone has before, and it hurts a little but more, more than that -- it feels GOOD. I moan and shudder.

"Yeaaah I knew it, I knew you were a slut, aren't you?" he grunts, and I nod and my head flops back again, and I arch into him. He finishes and wipes his cock on my belly. "Yeah," he says, panting. "You liked that, didn't you."

I'm shuddering and trembling a little, and Eric's voice whispers in my ear, but loud enough for the camera, "and now I'm really gonna hurt you," and I feel the belt again on my pussy, hard, smack! and smack again. He's fast, and he's letting the end of the belt loose, to flick up and slightly into me. I kick at the ropes a little, but they hold. 

"Yeah, we should bring the whole football team in here," Richard says from somewhere else in the room, and I moan. Eric smacks the leather strip against the insides of my thighs, over and over, now against my clit, then against my belly. I moan and yell out against the cloth, struggling for real. The belt finds my hips, while my thighs and pussy ache for more. He stops for a moment, and I whimper, wanting more. He laughs. I feel the belt go around my waist, and he threads it through the metal buckle, holding the loose end in a fist. He pulls the belt tight, and pulls me toward him a little, and I am stretched tight against the ropes on my wrists and ankles.

And now, when he uses the belt around my waist to pull me up against him, I realize, he's naked, or at least, from the waist down. I feel a quick flicker of cloth and realize he's wearing his shirt, unbuttoned I see later, flapping as he jerks and swings the belt. 

But now, at this moment, he has used the belt looped around my waist, to pull me up against his cock and his hips. His hand pulls the belt tighter. "I could squeeze you so tight," he says, and one hand holds my back, his fingers going down towards the top of my rear. He uses that hand to press me against him even more. I wait, quivering. 

"I think this slut needs more," he says over his shoulder. Richard grunts, watching.

The belt loosens, I move back, then the belt is removed, and Eric steps away and I feel a loss. He pulls the belt up between my legs, lifting up, a hand on each side of me. "Ride it," he says, and lifts up until it digs into me, presses my clit and the piercing and its rod, up between my legs, and he slides the belt back and forth. It feels so good. I moan. He leans forward and bites a nipple, hard, and I yell, but I arch my back and try, hard, to open my legs more.

He laughs. "Look at her. She wants it." The belt snaps hard against my pussy again, and I gasp. At the same time I still feel the sting, he grabs my waist and shoves into me, rough, hard. 

"You like being used, don't you" he grunts, and doesn't even see that I'm nodding my head vigorously. I moan and pant and push against him in a rhythm, bucking up to meet him, and he fucks me. 

Later, we went to my place and the three of us took a shower together, and we watched the film. Later still, at my suggestion, they took it to their fraternity for a party, and the guys loved it. 

Much later, I sent a copy of it to my uncle, Jason.



Introduction of Big



It wasn't that he was initially attractive; if I had passed him on the street I would never have given him a second glance. There is was though, in front of me at a coffee house. His face was covered with hair, too much hair. Had a mop of brown curls and had not shaved in what could have been months (I was right). Once I was seated he approached me. I did not want to be mean knowing that there was no way in hell this man was going to get anywhere with me.

He sat, asked if I was from there, ugh, tourists. He said he was from AK, okay now I am interested, not in him but in the fact that he is from my home state. We talk about the university and that he had been on the swim team. We talk about why he is in this small town. As he talks I take a look at him, take him all in. His lips are full and very sensuous. His eyes have a very mysterious look to them. Under all the facial hair he has beautiful skin. He is tall and lean, when he stands, my guess is 6'5", and later find out it is 6'6". I start to feel blood rush...there is an attraction. I can tell that it is mutual. He walks me to my Jeep as the coffee shop is now closed, we stand outside talking but it is March and the temperature is cold, I ask if he would like to get in and warm up. 

He barely fits in the Jeep. His long legs are crammed against the dash; I start to wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through his hair. He leans in to kiss me, it is a tender kiss but there is nothing innocent about it. It says what we both have been feeling for an hour now. The kiss becomes more passionate and heated. I am breathing heavy and I want him. We both laugh knowing that we are wondering where we are going to do this. 

He takes the keys from the ignition and tells me to come with him. 

We run across the parking lot to his Suburban, we climb in and move to the back. He has been traveling for months; he has a virtual bedroom in the back of this thing. All common sense has been lost, we are kissing and clothes are coming off, he lays me back and he has his tongue deep in my cunt. I cum right then. His tongue is long and thick, oh my god what must his cock feel like? He does not stop, only continues his tongue fuck of my pussy. I am holding the curls in my hands I am trying to get as much of him in me. His hands are roaming my body. 

I am starting to spasm again, he sucks on my clit, inserts a finger in me and is fucking me hard. I feel the wave start to come over me, I feel my toes start to curl, I lose all sense of time and being, I am cumming and cumming hard. 

Just as I start to crest I am flipped over on my belly, he pulls my hips up and thrusts deep into me. I scream, not from pleasure but from the force and the size. There is no doubt this man is well over 9 inches. My screams do not stop him, he pulls my hips further into him, he reaches around rubs my clit, and I can feel that I am now responding to him. I feel all inhibition has gone. We are fucking like animals, like this is the first or last time we may ever fuck in our lives and it is wonderful. I am now on my knees with him still behind me. My back is on his chest and he is just impaling my pussy with that huge cock. 

Again the waves wash over me, I am cumming again. I am screaming and holding on to his neck as he pinches my nipples. Just as quickly as before he turns me around and his cock is in my face, I remove the condom from his huge cock and take it in my mouth. I am gagging but want it all in me. My mouth is stretching even on the side. Holy shit I have never had a cock this big. 

He is holding my head, yet oddly quiet. I then realize he has been quiet the whole encounter. As I am thinking about this, sucking him, I feel a pulse at the base of his cock, the head then gets bigger, and I feel it growing in my mouth. He holds me harder and then I feel it shoot down my throat, I feel the wet cum as it is released from his body. I take every bit of this. I love it. When we are both spent we lay back and laugh. I tell him I am not sure I even remember his name. He says he does mine and winks at me. I dress and thank him for an amazing time. He asks for my number. I contemplate giving a wrong one, but then the thought of that cock and I give him the real one. He helps me out, reminds me his name and kisses me. 

I drive away with a wicked smile on my face.

The next day I pass the coffee shop and instantly I am wet. Hmmm, this could be fun.



Introduction of our Heroine Anita



My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh. Presently I am 32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my life started when Rajesh and I decided we are going to have an issue after two years of our marriage. When even after one year of unprotected copulation I was not getting pregnant, we were very concerned. There was pressure from mys also. I was really confused why this was happening. I had my periods regularly and physically also I had a very developed figure from my teenage itself. I never thought that I could land up in such a problem! 

I was 27 years then, had a somewhat fair complexion, 5 feet 2 inches height, oval face, and amply built. As I said I had a developed figure from my teens with 32 breast size and flaring hips from my college days. I was conscious about my diet so that I do not add additional flesh on my hips. I always got a good male attention on road or at any gathering, which I could sense, though I was pretty conservative in dressing. In that sense I was very shy regarding these matters, which was really due to my upbringing and the small town we lived in. I was adequately gifted by god at proper places in my body though with somewhat heavy bottoms. I was pretty active and fit with regular menses. 

Rajesh took me to a number of doctors. I was very shy initially though we went to female gynecologists. But I felt very embarrassed in that process of examination where each time I had to open my sari, salwar kamiz, or whatever I was wearing and even pull down my panty. To tell honestly I had a real turn on when the doctor touched my private organs for examining purpose, though she was a female I got triggered she was actually examined my breasts or nipples or my hairy pussy. I instantly got wetness down there and it reflected very apparently on my panty, which was rather uncomfortable for me. The doctors gave medicines and asked for lab tests, but there was no result. 

Rajesh then took me to the city doctor, but I made him very clear that I would go for a checkup only to a lady doctor. But all those resulted in nothing positive. My mother took me to homeopaths, who also could not yield any result for me. The relation between Rajesh and me was also getting bitter. At the same time I realized I was not at all getting any sexual pleasure out of copulation, rather it seemed to be an exercise to achieve something. Days went by and I did not even realize that another year was gone! I was 28 years by then. I remained so depressed all day and had a real hard time. 

Then one day Rajesh told me that he has decided to go to a male gynecologist who is an expert in infertility cases in the city again. I was really very rigid about not going to the male gynecologist out of my shyness. I think any normal lady would avoid that because the fact remains you have to expose your breasts and pussy in front of a male, may it be for examination purpose. So I was really rigid on my stand about avoiding a male doctor and before this could land up in a harsh confrontation between my husband and me, one of my neighbors, Meera, had a proposal to my mother. 

If I can quote my neighbor's words to my mother, "Aunty-ji, you have tried so many doctors for Anita, but you did not get any result. Anita told she even went to the city for a checkup. You applied homeopath also, but she is not yet blessed with a child. Look at her; she looks so depressed all day. Why don't you take Anita to Rampur to Guru-ji's ashram Aunty-ji? Two of my relatives got result; they were childless for 4-5 years. They went to him, took "diksha" and his herbal medications changed their lives. And our Anita is only married for three years! Before her case goes too worse, you make a visit to Guru-ji, as he can do miracles." 

Its not that we had not heard of this sadhu-baba at Rampur, but his ashram was very far off from our town. He had cured some critical diseases and some childless cases also. I was really searching a way to avoid this male doctor checkup and at the same time a hope to get a child made me readily jump into this proposal. My mother also convinced my husband by saying, "Rajesh, I think what Meera says makes sense. Since we have tried some doctors and tests were all normal, lets not waste more time on that right now. These sadhu-babas really can do miracles and as Meera was saying the herbal medicines worked for his relatives who were childless for 5 years." 

In my mind I was so thankful to Meera for her timely idea. At that point I was indeed trying my best to avoid probing my body by a male gynecologist, but little could I guess that this ashram visit would actually be a shameful remembrance for me lifelong. The way I was exploited in the name of "diksha", in the name of "treatment", and in the name of "jagya" makes me feel so ashamed even today, after so many years. I was exploited so very cleverly and emphatically at every level and my desire to get a child was so high that I allowed everything crossing every limit of decency and modesty. 

It was one week stay in the ashram of Guru-ji at Rampur and within that period I had to allow at least half a dozen males to enjoy my 28-year-old fully matured figure from all angles -- seeing, touching, examining, groping, squeezing, and all one can think of except fucking, because that crowning was done by Guru-ji himself! I had to shed all my shyness and was virtually treated like a slut during my treatment under Guru-ji. I am really amazed when I look back at those seven days about how I allowed all that! Probably Guru-ji's mesmerizing personality and my eventual desire to get the child at all cost made me act such lewdly from a shy modest housewife.

Rampur. Guru-ji's ashram was situated here, a small village, which was surrounded by mountains on all the sides. There was a big pond with very clear water just beside the ashram, which made it like a heaven with cool breeze blowing and there was absolutely no signs of pollution. My mother came with me. Rajesh ultimately was not able to make it with me, my mother-in-law took me there. There was a substantial crowd waiting for darshan of Guru-ji. We had made an appointment so that we could talk privately to him regarding my problem. I was a quite afraid seeing Guru-ji, who was hugely built, almost 6 feet in height with a stout figure. He was wearing a saffron dress and his voice was calm and reverberating. A feeling of obedience would automatically come seeing and listening to this man. 

My mother narrated about my purpose of visit and Guru-ji listened to it very intently. There were two more persons who were his disciples probably in that room apart from me, my mother-in-law and Guru-ji. One of them was taking some notes as my mother-in-law was detailing my problem. 

Guru-ji: Mata-ji, I am glad that you have brought your bahu to me regarding this problem. I want to make one thing very clear that I cannot do miracles, but if she takes 'diksha' under me and performs what I suggest faithfully, she would not return with empty hands. Mata-ji, the treatment path is not easy in these cases and if your bahu can walk on that path, there is no reason why she would not have a child in a year's time. Of course, provided after the treatment, she meets with her husband on my suggested days. 

The words were so convincing that I was more than eager to take 'diksha' under him and start the 'treatment' at that very moment. My mother also expressed the same to Guru-ji. 

Guru-ji: Mata-ji, before you agree you should first know my norms. I do not keep any devotee in darkness. There are three stages in achieving the coveted goal of being a mother here. They are 'diksha', 'herbal treatment' and 'jagya'. Your bahu has to stay here for five days at a stretch to complete the diksha and the herbal treatment starting from a full moon night. If I feel that is enough to attain the goal, she might leave on the sixth day, but if a 'jagya' is required depending on her case, she would have to stay for another two days making it 7 continuous days. She has to abide by my ashram rules, which my disciple will tell you. 

We were listening to his mesmeric voice and I must say it had some hypnotic effect. I did not see any offensive norms in what he said and so was my mother and I gave the nod to take 'diskha' and do the 'treatment' under him. 

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, please note down her personal details before proceeding and let her know in details about ashram rules and regulations. Beti, you go with him to the next room. Mata-ji, you can ask me if you have any other questions and concerns other than this issue. 

I alighted from the ground and followed Guru-ji's disciple, Sanjeev. We went to the adjacent room and he asked me to sit to the couch that was there in that room. He remained standing. He was around my age only, around 35-40 years with an average body and a calm, smiling face. 

Sanjeev: Madam, my name is Sanjeev. You just don't worry since you have come to Guru-ji. I have seen several women who benefitted from his unique and very special treatment. But you have to obey it completely as he says. 

I said, "Yes of course. I will definitely try to do that. I have been suffering for this now almost three years." 

Sanjeev: Don't worry Madam. Let me now tell you about what you have to do. You will appear here next Monday afternoon before 7:00 p.m. That day is a full moon night, so you will have 'diksha'. Madam, please do not bring your sari etc. as our ashram has a dress code and you will be given saris, which are specially washed with herbal detergents, and also Madam, no ornaments are allowed here. Actually speaking we offer everything here, so there is no need to bring anything. 

I was a bit puzzled about the "sari" part, as I have not seen any woman in the ashram till then. He just mentioned about wearing the saffron sari, but what about blouse and petticoat. I cannot just wear a sari. Sanjeev probably understood what I was wondering. 

Sanjeev: Madam, you must have noticed that Guru-ji told me to note your "personal details", so you do not worry about blouse etc. In our ashram we provide everything staring from hair clip to slippers. 

He laughed a little and I also was relieved. Still I was wondering about my undergarments; will the ashram provide that also I was puzzled!

Sanjeev: Madam, please answer to my questions honestly. And Madam one thing please do not feel shy here and don't be introvert because you have come here for a goal and we are just here to make you achieve that. 

I felt very confident hearing Sanjeev's words, otherwise was a bit nervous. 

Sanjeev: Do you have regular periods Madam?

Me: Yes, very rarely do I miss. 

Sanjeev: When did you last have an irregular period?

Me: Three to four months back may be. I took some medicine and cleared it. 

Sanjeev: What's your approximate period date Madam?

Me: 22nd or 23rd of a month. 

Sanjeev was noting down as I was answering. So he was not in direct eye contact with me, so I was finding it easy to answer such personal questions. Otherwise I have never talked about these to anyone except to the doctors I visited. 

Sanjeev: Madam do you have heavy periods or moderate? Do you feel any additional pain, discomfort other than the normal? 

Me: Moderate, 2-3 days. No, normal. 

Sanjeev: Okay Madam, rest of the more intimate details will be taken up by Guru-ji when you will be in the ashram. 

I was a bit comfortable hearing that though was thinking on what "intimate details" would the Guru-ji take from me. Sanjeev continued the conversation and I almost stammered answering his next question feeling very shy sharing this sort of information to an unknown male. 

Sanjeev: Madam, now about ashram dress code. We will give you four herbal washed saffron saris for your seven-day stay. Generally I have seen that is sufficient, but we do have additional also if needed. What is the size that your wear? I mean blouse...

Me: Err, I mean why do you need that?

I knew that was foolish to ask, but it came out just spontaneous and went into a more uncomfortable conversation. 

Sanjeev: Madam, in our ashram we provide sari, blouse and petticoat to the women who come for 'diskha' and 'treatment'. So for that only I need the size. 

Me: Okay, its 32. 

I noticed Sanjeev noted the figure and looked for a second directly at my erect boobs under the cover of my blouse and sari as if trying to measure the 32 size through his eyes. 

Sanjeev: Madam, since mostly the women who come for 'diksha' to Guru-ji are from rural areas and as you also know many of them do not wear any undergarment, we have no provision for that. But since you are coming from the town, please carry your undergarments, but remember to get it sterilized here herbally, as you are not allowed to wear anything, which is nonsterile after 'diksha'. 

I nodded with a smiling face and was a lot relieved hearing this. 

Sanjeev: Thanks Madam. You can leave now and appear here on Monday afternoon. . 

I returned with my mother who sounded very optimistic about the Guru-ji as she had a talk while I was in the other room with Sanjeev and she assured me not to get tensed being there alone, but to faithfully obey Guru-ji as he instructs. I was happy overall, but little could I anticipate what was in store for me in those seven days in the ashram.

Next Monday, I went out with my mother again for Rampur to Guru-ji's ashram. In my bag I practically took nothing, as Guru-ji's disciple Sanjeev told that everything would be available there, except for a spare set of clothing including a sari, blouse and petticoat and some money for emergency purpose. I took two sets of my undergarments and one set I was already wearing and thought that it would be enough for seven days. 

Sanjeev greeted us with smiling faces. We went to Guru-ji and he gave ashirwad to both of us and after some general talks, my mother went back and I was all alone in the ashram with Guru-ji and his disciples. Today I saw two more disciples apart from Sanjeev and another one I had met the other day. 

Guru-ji: Beti, be comfortable here. Can I call you by name? 

Me: Certainly Guru-ji. 

I was feeling a bit uncomfortable in front of five males, as I was the only woman there. They were all looking at me. I was wearing a light colored cotton sari with matching blouse. Though my breasts were erect as usual through my blouse and sari pallu, I noticed none were looking at that as most males do when they first meet me. Finally looking at Guru-ji's calm eyes and listening to his soothing voice, I was getting normal and comfortable. 

Guru-ji: Okay Anita, let me introduce you to the members of my ashram. Sanjeev you have already met, the other ones are Rajkamal, Nirmal, and Uday. During the time of 'diksha' Sanjeev will guide you and others will help you during the 'treatment' in different phases, which I will tell you clearly later. Now you take rest and I will meet you at 10:00 p.m. for 'diksha'. Sanjeev will steer you through. 

Sanjeev: Please come Madam. 

We went to a cozy small room, which Sanjeev referred to as 'my room' with an attached toilet, where I found a very large mirror, where one can see almost the full figure, which seemed quite unusual to me, as we generally have small mirrors in bathrooms. There was also a clean white towel, soaps, toothpaste, etc. nicely kept as is in a hotel. In the room there was a cot, a dressing table with comb, hair-clips, sindoor, bindi, etc., a chair and a cupboard in that room. Sanjeev gave me a cup of milk and some snacks to eat. 

Sanjeev: Madam, you take rest and let me know if you need anything extra apart from what is available here. Then after an hour I will come and take you for 'diksha', which is actually the sterilization process of your mind and body. That is the starting point of your journey to reach your goal Madam. By the way, if you can hand over your bag as I will check and allow only those as per ashram rules to be kept along with you. 

I was a bit taken aback by the last part of his words, especially "I will check". 

Me: I have brought nothing as you said.

Sanjeev: But still Madam, I have to check. Don't be shy here. I will be with you throughout your stay here. 

He took my bag without waiting for my permission. He took out the money-purse from it. Then he took out the couple of white brassieres that I have brought with me and put them on the bed. I was looking at the floor in utter shyness that an unfamiliar male was handling my inner wears. Now he took out a blue panty and waited sometime and held it in the air as if he was trying to guess how that little thing can hold my pumpkin like ass. Thankfully he did not look at me and then took out some handkerchieves, and the spare sari, blouse and the petticoat that I had brought. Finally he took out one last item, my white panty, and put that on bed too. 

Sanjeev: Okay Madam, so I will take your extra sari, blouse, and petticoat and keep that in office as you are not allowed to wear outside clothing. I will give you the ashram sari, blouse, and petticoat when you will go for 'diksha' and also a nightdress for sleeping. Also I am taking your inner wears for sterilization and will return you tomorrow morning. 

I had nothing to say, but to nod my head. He took my undergarments and again he stopped a bit on my panty. It was so awkward for me. Then came the bumper question from him, which turned me red instantly. 

Sanjeev: Madam, I will also need your err.. I mean your bra that you are wearing right now for sterilization purpose. 

Me: But, how can I give it right now... I stammered. 

Sanjeev: Madam, I will have to prepare the boiling herbal solution for washing and it takes a lot of time doing that. So I was asking you to hand me over, it would save time and labour for me. 

He was saying in such a cool voice as if it's so normal. I had really no reasoning for this and had no other alternative, but to hand over my bra and panty to him. For once it did not struck me that I will have to remain without my undergarments till the next morning, as Sanjeev said he would return them next morning after sterilization, and all these males in the ashram would know that very well and its not that I will remain all along in my room, I will have to go for 'diksha' and would have to move around in front of male eyes without my bra on, which would automatically be a sexy exhibition for any male. 

Me: Okay then, if you can come after sometime, I shall hand it over. 

Sanjeev: Don't worry Madam, I will just wait here. How much time will it take to...

He deliberately did not finish as it was very apparent what he tried to say.

Me: Okay, as you wish. 

Saying that I went inside the toilet. Sanjeev waited in the room. I noticed that the toilet door was more of a half door leaving a gap at the top. Soon I realized why it is like that because there was not a single hook in the bathroom to keep clothes. One has to keep on the door top, that's why the gap is left there. But soon I also realized that Sanjeev was there in the room and he would see the clothes that I keep on the door from within the room. So he will clearly have an idea to what extent I was undressed in the toilet as I keep the clothes on the door. My ears were getting hot at this thought, but also considered that I must be thinking a bit too much, as they are after all devotee and lead a sage life. 

I faced the door and started opening my sari and quickly unwrapped it from my body. I kept it on the door top and then started to open the knot of my white petticoat and had to wriggle a bit as it was sticking to my fleshy bottom. There was a large mirror in the bathroom, as I said earlier, and I saw that my panty was displaying more than covering my large ass cheeks. This was a problem with me, I tried several brands, but unfortunately every panty that I wear automatically shrinks towards my ass crack and cover practically nothing of my buttocks. I was truly looking very obscene like that with my blouse on and panty squeezing in my ass crack. Hence I quickly got out of my panty and was about to keep it on the door top, but the very thought that Sanjeev must have noticed my sari and petticoat hanging on the door made me change my mind, as if he sees my panty there, it would be very apparent that I am now naked. Hence I kept it on the dry portion of the floor and started unbuttoning my blouse and bra to get completely naked.