14 comments/ 197093 views/ 35 favorites How It All Got Started By: MrsCanyon After being married for fifteen years, our sex life really dropped off on my wife's part. She however, always gave me a raging hard on every time that I saw her naked or semi naked. Before I go any further, let me describe my wife to you. She is five feet six inches tall, shoulder length black hair, and light brown eyes. Her measurements are a whopping 38 DDD, 27, 36 inches. She's got long lean legs, and her pussy to this date is still as tight as ever, with the best features being that it is always steaming hot and wet. No lube needed in fucking her pussy. When you get her all hot and horny, sinking your dick into her cunt is like sticking it into an oven. Man! Does she have a hot box? I also forgot to mention that she was a virgin until I popped her cherry in the back seat of my car soon after we started dating. Anyways, when I bought a digital camera, she was very willing to let me take pictures of her semi naked and totally naked. The pictures were great and the sex was the best after every session. After a few months, things got a little kinkier with her fucking herself with different dildo's and myself fucking her. The only problem was that when we were fucking, the pictures were pretty lame because of the distance and not being able to both hold the camera and fuck at the same time to capture the best angle. I would however be able to get some great close ups of her sucking my dick and my cum shoot blasts across her lovely face. While in Vegas one time, we jokingly picked up one of those sex magazines that offer all types of sex fetishes. From strip joints, to whore houses, to call girls and guys. It also had ads for male or female models for nude, x rated, and triple x rated photo sessions and movies. I jokingly said to my wife, "Hey look! You could do some photo and movie sessions, make some good cash, and we could keep a copy for ourself's." My wife just turned to me and said, "I'll do it!" I was very surprised but also instantly horny by the ideal of her nude and in magazines or on the internet. We rushed to our hotel room and made several calls for information on some of the ads. Finally we set up an appointment for the next day for just some nude photo's and if we felt comfortable, my wife would also do some x rated movies involving her playing with herself and fucking herself with various set toys. The guys name was Bill, and the meeting was for two in the afternoon. We fucked like rabbits that night thinking about the next day's events. It was the best sex for both of us in years. At 2 sharp, we were at the door ringing the bell. My wife was very nervous and she didn't have many sexy clothes to wear. I reminder her that Bill said that was fine that he had several outfits that she could use. Bill walked us through his studio showing us the change room and washroom with a shower, the kitchen in which he offered us a coffee, and finally the studio and his assistant Steve. Steve was still setting up the equipment that was around a very large bed as Bill described the shoot that my wife was going to do. He said, "just some basic nude shots is various positions and in various outfits." Then if she felt comfortable, she could do some x rated shots with her using different toys and things. My wife said, "she didn't know about that and that she didn't bring any toys." Bill again smiled saying, "that he had a large assortment of toys that she could use. Now Bill was about six feet tall and in his late thirties or early forties, and Steve was no more then twenty-five and built. Bill then opened some doors and showed us a huge assortment of toys. Big, little, black, white, this size, this shape, and that shape, you name it! After she modeled a couple of outfits and with the encouragement that the three of us were giving her, my wife really turned it up. She would spread her legs and pussy for some really good shots. She would pull, pinch, and suck on her tits for other shots. Looking around the room, all three of us were posting tents. This didn't go unnoticed by my wife either, making several comments as well during the shooting. Bill then brought up the toys again. When I gave my wife the thumbs up, she said, "Sure why not!" Bill asked, "What would you like?" She said, "I'll leave it up to you." Bill brought over about eight dildos of various sizes, and colours. He said, "You should start off with these smaller one's and then work your way up to the larger one's." Bill and Steve had her sucking and then fucking herself with all of the various dildos in no time at all. One shot had her on her back with a huge black dildo up her pussy, and her head tilted back over the edge of the bed with one in her mouth, and another huge dildo in-between her huge tits as if it was tit fucking her. All I wanted to do was just jump her bones and fuck her right there. At about this time, there was a knock at the door. Bill said, "I'll get it." Two minutes later, Bill came back in with another guy named Dwayne. Dwayne was a 6-foot, black guy. I knew something was up. Tracy tried to cover herself up as much as she could. The guys just told her to relax that many guys would be looking at her from these pictures and that they all have seen anything that there is to see before. Tracy then just relaxed; showing everything there was to show as before. Dwayne sat down in a chair beside the bed as the shooting continued. He would always make comments to the guys and to my wife like, "Wow! She is gorgeous...... I would love to be that dildo....I would give anything to fuck her......Look at those tits on her!" As the shoot continued on, Bill would ask Dwayne to sort of fluff my wife by pinching her nipples and sucking on them to get her nibbles up. In my opinion, they were always up and needed no fluffing. Me, my wife, and all the guys could soon clearly see the tent that had built in Dwayne's pants. Steve then asked Tracy, "Would you like to try some male/female x rated pics?" Tracy asked, "What kind of pic's are those?" Steve said, " Dwayne would join you, and the two of you would pretend to be having sex." Tracy looked over at me, and I just gave her a wink. She smiled knowing that that meant that it was okay with me. Dwayne also knew the meaning and started stripping right away. When both my wife and I saw his dick come out of his pants, we were both in shock. The dick on this guy must have been 14 or 15 inches in length and as thick as my wrist. Now I have a good-sized cock of about 9 or 10 inches but not that thick. This guy made me look tiny. If this guy would fuck Tracy, I think he would split her in two. They started off by having Tracy grabbing his dick and pretending to suck him off. Her hand couldn't even reach around the thickness of his cock. The head of Dwayne's dick would probably not even fit in her mouth. They then had Tracy laying on her back with Dwayne sticking his cock between her tits as if he was going to tit fuck her. The guys joked that it was a good thing that Tracy had huge tits or else there was no way to fit his cock between her tits. His cock would only be an inch or so from her mouth and Tracy would stick her tongue out as if trying to lick the head. When they got to the fucking positions, you could really see the size of his cock. When Tracy was sitting on his lap and holding his cock in her hand, it looked as if it would reach all the way up to her tits if it were in her pussy. Doggie style, the guys could not hide Dwayne's cock so he would rub it across the crack of her ass. Every time he did this, we could all hear Tracy moan and we could all, including the camera, see her pussy was soaking wet. At one point, while Dwayne was pretending to be fucking her, his dick did slip into Tracy's cunt. Just the head thou, but her pussy was stretched wide open with a loud scream coming from Tracy's mouth. No one said anything, so the guys got in quick to take some close up photos of Dwayne's cock in her pussy. Dwayne meanwhile, slowly, started working more of his dick into her cunt. When Tracy, nor I, said anything else, and Tracy them bit her lip and lowered her head, Dwayne started working his cock in and out of her pussy. Every now and then, Tracy would lift her head up with a look on her face that you could not tell whether she was in pain or in ecstasy. Bill and Steve throughout all of this would just direct each other to get the best possible photos of the action. They would also ask Dwayne things like, "How is she doing?...Can we get more of your cock into her?...Is she tight or want?" Soon, Dwayne had a good ten inches in her cunt and was working a good rhythm in and out of her pussy. Her tits were swaying back and forth as he sawed in and out of her cunt. Dwayne started reaching around and grabbing her tits and pinching them. He even started slapping her ass and asking Tracy things like, "Do you like my cock?...Do you want me to fuck you harder bitch?...I am going to work my whole cock into your cunt bitch and then cum all over your face!" Tracy would just moan, groan, and nod her head in a yes. The guys then put her on her side, and Dwayne put one of her legs up over his shoulder to open her up more. Then he started to sink more and more of his cock into her. This really opened up the view of her cunt for the camera and us guys. It looked as if her pussy was going to ripe. After about five minutes, Dwayne was in ball's deep. My wife, Tracy, would just give a small yell, as he would sink his cock into her on every down stroke. Her legs would also shake. You could clearly see her pussy juice coating Dwayne's cock. After about a total of forty-five minutes of Dwayne fucking Tracy, she couldn't take it anymore. Tracy must have cum three or four times from Dwayne's fucking. Dwayne also couldn't take it anymore either telling the guys that he needed to cum. Bill and Steve both said, "Okay! Let's get the money shoot!" Dwayne pulled out of Tracy's cunt, pushed her onto her back, straddled her chest, grabbed her by the hair to lift her head up, and started jerking his cock fast and furious. About thirty seconds later, he blew his load. I should say his gallon. Squirt after squirt of sperm flew out of his cock into Tracy's hair, mouth, and all over her face. When he was finished, Tracy was totally covered in cum. Steve asked Dwayne, "Have you been building that load up for the last month or what?" The guys, including me, could not help but laugh. As Dwayne got off of Tracy, and Tracy just lay there like a rag doll, Steve and Bill got some close up pictures of her gaping cunt and her cum covered face. When Steve and Bill announced that it was a rap, Tracy and I, both knew that our marriage had taken a big turn. How It All Got Started Her stomach did a weird flip flop as she slammed on the brakes. The big SUV's tires grabbed futilely at the pavement as the huge juggernaut went from thirty miles an hour to a dead stop in too short a distance. The bumper made a sickening thud as it impacted the old pickup stopped at the red light. Her auburn haired head snapped forward and back, and the folder containing the latest buyout proposal flew from her hand to scatter itself all over the floorboards. As Stacy Compton stared in dismay, wondering how long it would take to reorganize it all, the driver of the pickup appeared at her window. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Oh my God!" She replied, "I am SO sorry! I was reading this report and I didn't even realize you were stopped there...." The truth rushed past her lips before she could even consider how it sounded. "Reading a report? A report! AH Shit!' He exploded. "Women drivers! Not even paying attention!" He stalked forward to look at his mangled bumper. "I hope you have some good insurance, lady! This is gonna cost a fortune! This truck is a classic and parts are nearly impossible to find!" "Insurance?" Her voice was small. Her mind raced as she remembered the final cancellation notice she had received only a day before. It seemed like some kind of nightmare conspiracy theory against her and her fledgling company. The bills got bigger and the income kept getting smaller. This final proposal was the last chance she had to keep her dream alive. After selling almost everything and having only her daughter left for employees, she knew it was all or nothing. Now this accident could throw her entire life and business down the drain. "Yeah! Insurance! You know, that thing ALL drivers are supposed to have in case theysmash up someone else's car? Great! Just Great!" He seemed angry enough to straighten his bumper with his bare hands. "How do intend to pay for this damage?" he demanded. She stared at him as she mentally calculated her total liquid assets. Approximately $37.00. Not counting the coins under her car seats. Her voice remained very small as she replied " I don't have any money. At least not right now! I have a very big business deal going and I will have plenty of money coming in very soon! I will pay for your truck, I promise!" " Awww bullshit! You got no money? You think I'm gonna expect you to keep a promise? No way! Not without insurance of another sort." he growled. "What do you mean? What sort of insurance? What do you want? My name and address? My work address?" She hastily scribbled her home address and number on the back of her business card and handed it to him. "This is my company, that is my cell number on the front." He pocketed the card then replied, "I 've got somethng else in mind. I want a more PERSONAL sort of insurance. Something of value that I know you will want to buy back." His grin was turning slightly evil as he looked her up and down. Her business suit was rather conservative with a stylish white blouse, jacket and knee length skirt. She had always been proud of her smooth legs and never bothered with stockings or hose. Now, under his gaze, she felt goosebumps on her arms and legs. He continued in a lower voice, " As I see it, you have two choices. A) I call the cops and they tow your vehicle and ticket you for no insurance. or B) you perform a few little... favors... for me and we call it even until you get the money to pay for my truck. Of course option A will cost you for the repairs AND impound and towing and tickets..." "Alright! I get your point! What sort of favors?" She was already seeing horrible pictures in her mind of having to undress and let him paw her body. She wondered just how far he would want to go, and just how far she was willing to let him go. Her stomach was flip flopping almost continuously as he smiled and stepped closer. "Well now. Lets see.... I think a blowjob for starters." Her stomach crashed to it's lowest point. "And, since I like to enjoy a certain hobby of mine, I will be photographing it." She felt as though her stomach had just sank to her knees. "You get about ten seconds to decide yes or no, cause I am about to start dialling." He pulled out a cell phone and flipped it open, his finger poised over the glowing blue numbers. "A.. a... bl..blowjob?" She stammered. Although she had been expecting something of a sexual nature, hearing the words so blatantly caused her to feel lightheaded. "And pictures?" Stacy's knees quivered, making her feel like she needed to sit down. "Here? Now?" "Hey, you got that big ass 'station-wagon-on-steroids' there. We hop in the back seat, it's all over in ten minutes... Then when you get the cash, you get to buy the pics." His smile was deifinitly evil now, but with a bit of laughter in his eyes. He was enjoying tormenting her and fully expected her to simply tell him to call the cops. He pressed the buttons on the cell phone dialling a number. Then his eyes went wide with surprise when she shouted. "Stop! I... I'll... do it. Just don't call the police." Visions of her company being sold from under her added a certain stiffness to her spine. "Lets just get it over with." She walked back to her SUV and got into the driver's seat and followed his pickup into a darkened parking lot. Her hands trembled as she shut it down and moved into the back seat, watching him walk back with a professional looking camera with a flash attached. He climbed in beside her and smiled as he fiddled with switches and buttons. "I just want it unstood, the only reason I am doing this is because I have no choice in the matter. I won't let my company go under without doing everything in my power to save it." He grinned and said, "I don't give a damn about your company, but if it's worth that much to you then it must be really something." He snapped a picture of her full on, checking it on a little screen on the back, then making adjustments to teh camera. "Wanna make sure the exposure is right. Don't want to waste the opportunity." He snapped a couple shots, "Now take off the jacket." "What?! You said a blow job!" Stacy surprised herself by being saying such a crude word. "Hey! A blowjob is fine! But I want to enjoy your body as well. You don't have to fuck me, I just want you bareassed while you suck my pecker!" He seemed to trying to shock her with the foul language, but she had gone past shock. "Now take off your clothes nice and slow. I want the whole show." She sighed and slipped off the jacket, then unbuttoned her blouse. She locked her thoughts on the future of her company as her white satin bra came into view. Stacy's large soft breasts filled it almost to overflowing. She blushed bright red in spite of her thoughts as he sucked in his breath and shot photo after photo of her. Her fingers shook as she unfastened her skirt and lifted her hips to slide it down. An appreciative whistle reminded her that her wardrobe was also limited by her financial situation. She had been forced to dig deep into her drawer to find a pair of panties that were both clean and not falling apart. As a result, she wore a piece of tiny white satin and lace that barely deserved the name "thong". It had seemed obscene this morning, but now took on a whole new definition. She flshed redder than ever and wisely kept her mouth shut. Her arms flexed in that almost magical female fashion to reach behind and unhook her lacy bra. Then she hesitated for amoment, holding the material in front of her ample chest. The camera kept flashing. She sighed once more and simply dropped her arms, looking away as her beautiful big breasts drooped just a little, the nipples hardening quickly from the sudden cool air. She was completely unaware that her pose was strikingly seductive. When he cleared his throat, she looked back and immediately noticed the pulsing bulge in his blue jeans. She carefully slipped her fingers into the thin strings of her panties and slid them over her wide hips, knowing he would take great delight in seeing the smooth, hairless junction of her thighs. The permanent hair removal had an indulgence she had never regretted until now. She wondered if he thought her to be slut because of it. "Wow! Hairless and clean! I like that." He kept the camera clicking away, now aimed right down at her wiast and below. "Spread those legs Honey. Lets see that hairless pie!" He chuckled at his own joke as she turned sideways on the seat and spread her legs. She stayed that way for amoment or two, then he reached out and grabbed a handful of her deep red hair and pulled her face down to his crotch. "Alright Sweetheart! Pull it out and start earning your freedom!" The camera flashed again and again as she opened his jeans and discovered he wore nothing under them. She wrapped her fingers around his thickening shaft and pulled him loose, then took a deep breath and crossed the line. Her soft lips slid over the head of his cock and her tongue began flicking instantly at the tip. She was no stranger to giving oral sex, having dated a young man in college who seemed to prefer it. She had thought of it as a simple way of not having to go all the way. Now, she concentrated on causing this man to reach his climax as quickly as possible. Wet lips and a dancing tongue, coupled with a soft suction almost caused him to forget his camera, but no such luck. He brushed her hair back and pushed her face to the side to get images of his stiff rod sliding in and out of her rosy red lips. At one point he even pulled her off his dick and took shots of it lying against her cheek, dribbling precum and her saliva from nose to ear. Then he worked himself deep into her throat, blocking her breathing for a few moments. His hands began roaming her luscious body, slipping down to cup and tickle her tits. Pinching and pullng on her nipples, sliding down her back to flicker against her ass then sliding through the dampness that had begun to form in her pussy. She almost sat up in shock! She was actually getting wet! She could feel her juices now as they began dribbling from her core and cooling on her hairless nether lips. A wet slurping sound made her lift her eyes to see him licking her dew from his fingers. "Ummmm. You got some sweet necter there Lady." She blushed and sucked furiously, trying to finish him off. But his fingers once more found her wet, dripping center and pressed deep inside causing her to moan softly. He plunged them in and out then changed his target. Wiping her own juices on her crinkled roasebud, he popped a fingertip into her most private place. She jumped and tried to twist away, but he had a firm hold on her hair and began pumping hard at her mouth, face fucking her. Seconds later the invading digit popped out again and her head was yanked up by her hair. One hand on the camera and the other on his cock, he gave it two good strokes and let the camera flahs continuously as thick, white ropes of cum shot from his pecker and splashed onto her cheeks and nose. Blobs of it landed in her hair, as she sat in shock, dazed by the flashing camera. Cum dripped onto her breasts and belly, and trickled onto her lips. Without thinking, Stacy licked the salty fluid from her lips and swallowed it. Then he was done. He fastened his pants and said, "I'll be in touch about the money." "Wait!" She cried. His seed glistened on her naked body as she tried to find words to explain what had just happened. Lamely she asked, "How will you know when I have the money?" He thought for a moment and replied, "Well, I guess I will just have to check in now and again won't I? Of course if you want some more 'insurance', well....." He grinned and reached in and grabbed her clothes. He looked through the pile for a second, then ripped the skirt's slit nearly to the waist. Next he tore half the buttons from her blouse and tossed her just those two items back. "It will look better on you that way." He chuckled and walked away. Stacy found a couple napkins in her glove box and cleaned his slime from her body before dressing in the altered clothing. Her final thought before driving home was, "That contract with Old Man Wilson had better be worth all this....." To be continued............... How It All Got Started This story started out as a letter to my wife some ago. I wanted to experience certain things and wanted her to be a part of it. So I wrote this story as a letter to her and left it on the computer for her to find and read. Beth was as gorgeous as a model. I never really quite understood what she saw in me; I wasn't the best looking guy in the world; and I didn't really have that much to offer her. But for some reason she saw something in me that made her want to marry me. For years we had a great marriage of sexual bliss. Neither one of us ever got bored with each other or anything like that. Then I started having trouble in the bedroom. I began climaxing too quickly for some reason. I didn't really know why or what was causing it, but it snowballed into a complex for me. I couldn't last for more than a few minutes before I busted a nut. I began to realize that I couldn't please my wife and satisfy her sexual needs in just a few minutes. That is where it started. The fantasy and desire to see my wife with another man. Compound that fantasy with my desire since childhood for bondage and you have a big problem. My overall fantasy was to have a Master control me and force me to watch as he seduced my wife and fucked her right in front of me. This fantasy grew and grew into a complete and utter cuckold fantasy. A fantasy that I was thoroughly ashamed of, but at the same time overshadowed my whole fantasy world. Of course my wife didn't know of any of this. How could she, she would think that I am sick and disturbed. I honestly thought she would tell me to seek professional help if I came to her with this fantasy. But still, I could shake it. The overwhelming need to be controlled coupled with the desire to see my wife in the throes of ecstasy. This was just too much for me to just pack away in the back of mind. Please don't get me wrong. I love my wife. I love her with all my heart and everything that I am. I didn't want to do anything that would ruin our relationship or our marriage. In fact, I wanted to do the exact opposite. I wanted her to be fulfilled sexually, even if it wasn't me. I would be there to help of course, but I wanted her to be sexually content. I wanted her to know that I loved her so much that it didn't matter who brought her to orgasm, only that she had many orgasms. I was okay with the fact that it wouldn't be me doing it, because I knew she would be receiving pleasure. This was my main focus, that she receives immense pleasure. I eventually ended up telling her that I did have desires to see her pleasured by another man. Something that she shrugged off saying that I was all she needed to be happy regarding sex. But knowing that I could not take her to the level of sexual bliss that she deserved, the desire was too great. It didn't matter that she was going to be with another man. I just wanted her to experience complete satisfaction from a sexual partner. Also seeing her with another man would fulfill the other part of my desire. Knowing that it took another man to please my wife; that she could only cum with another man's cock. That is the humiliation that I felt I deserved because I was so inept at pleasing her myself. Being degraded to the point of complete submission was something that I yearned for. And I knew it couldn't be my wife that did that. It would have to be another man who forced me to submit. So that is where I was in life. That was my problem, but I thought I might have the answer. But it was risky, I knew that. I would have to take the chance that she really did love me beyond anything else in life. That no matter what I did, she would stand by me. So I took the chance. I elected to place an ad on Craigslist.com for a Master. The ad read something to the affect of "Submissive Husband needs Authority Master". I didn't know where this was going; I only knew that I had taken the first step. After a day of sorting through bogus emails about people saying that they could be my Master. I found a response from a man who actually sounded like he could help me. Someone who had experience in the matters, and wasn't just out to fuck my wife. Bud was the person I knew could help me fulfill both aspects of my fantasy. I contacted Bud, and told him everything that I had in mind. He said he would be able to help me. But that I had to do exactly what he said. First thing was that he demanded a picture of me and my wife, to make sure we were attractive enough. My wife, as I mentioned before, is very beautiful. She is 5"6" and 110 pounds, brown hair and green eyes. She has the nice petite body that a guy always dreams of. Any guy would relish the chance to have a roll in the hay with Beth. After contacting Bud, he instructed me to do several things. First off was to call him. We exchanged numbers, but it took me a few days to work up the nerve to call him. But I finally did. "Took you long enough to make call, bitch? I was beginning to wonder if you were serious about all of this." Bud said as he answered the phone, he must have had caller id, because he knew it was me. "I must admit this is a bit scary and makes me a bit nervous. I have never done anything like this and certainly nothing like this behind my wife's back." I told him as I tried to not babble. "Well, you made the choice and took the first step, which is a good thing. First off I would like to say that your wife's pussy is now off limits. You will not touch it with your cock. You may being her to orgasm with your tongue only. If she asks you to fuck her, you will not. Make whatever excuse you wish, but do not fuck her. Your cock is now mine to own, and your wife's pussy is now mine." His voice was so authoritative that I said nothing as he continued to tell me about how my life was about to change. "Second, you will work nonstop to convince your wife that not only are you unworthy to fuck her, but that you wish another man to fuck her. That since you are not worthy of fucking her, she deserves to have a real man take care of her needs." While he was telling me all this, I noticed that my cock was hard as a rock. I knew at that moment that my life was different. That my sexual needs and desires were not my own anymore. Bud had control of me and my needs. "You have not said anything to me bitch, what do you have to say?" he asked me. I didn't know what to say. Everything was happening so fast I didn't know what to say or how to react. The only thing I could of was...."Yes Master. Whatever you wish Master." I said in a humble voice. The control he had over me was evident to him in my answer. "Good bitch. Now another thing. I want you to rent a different porn movie every night and watch it before you go to bed. Watch it in front of her and masturbate while you watch it. If she wants to know why you are masturbating instead of just having sex with her, tell her that you don't deserve to have sex with her. Tell her that she deserves better, someone that can fulfill her desires and make her cum." As he said these things, I didn't know how I was going to do all this. But something inside me knew I had to. "Yes Master." I replied again. "Good bitch. Now I want you to meet me for lunch tomorrow. At that point you will submit to me formally." I really didn't have much of an idea on what he meant by submitting formally. But I figured it would involve me doing something I really didn't want to do. "Just to let you know, I am not gay." I replied to him. At which point he raised his voice in anger. "I don't give a fuck what you think you are!! You are now my bitch and will do exactly what I say. If I tell you to walk through the local mall naked until you are arrested, then you will do it. If I tell you to go out and grab the next guy you see and pull out his cock and suck it, then you will do it. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME????" he yelled in my ear. I could hear the violence in his voice, I could feel the intensity of he was saying. "Yes Master" was all I could reply with. "I understand completely. I am now your bitch" I didn't like the way he was talking to me and what masculinity I had left in me started to show. I began to think that this guy was just a jerk and that I would tell him to fuck off if he wanted me to do anything what he had just described. "Good. Now you will meet me for lunch behind the Fred Meyers by your work. You will pull up in the normal parking lot at 12:30pm, and walk around to the back side of the building where they receive their freight. I will pull up and you will get in. Then we will have a chat. Do you understand so far?" he asked, his voice back into the monotone manner it had been in when he answered the phone. "Yes Master. I will be there at 12:30pm tomorrow. What will happen?" I asked almost afraid for his reply. "You do not need to know, you will find out." Was his only reply before he hung up on me? Leaving part of me longing for my lunch time tomorrow, and part of me terrified of what was to happen. I had now taken the first step, but I wasn't sure where I was now. I had entered this as a way to please my wife, now I was under the impression that this man wanted just me. But I guess I was going to have to wait until tomorrow to find out. When I got up the next morning and went to work I turned on my computer to check my email. I noticed an email from someone I didn't know and began to read it. It was from Bud. "How did he get my work email address?" I thought to myself as I read the email... "Dear Bitch, you do not need to know I got this email address. You don't need to think about anything. All you need to do is exactly what I say. First, today I want you to make an excuse to leave work. Then go down to the adult shop about 1.5 miles from your office (yes I know where you work). I want you to go inside and ask the man behind the desk for a package for 'Bitch'. Inside you will find more instructions." The email was just signed Bud. No actual email address was listed. I didn't realize you could send a masked email, to hide your identity. My stomach turned with not only excitement, but with fear. But I also knew that I was on a road that I needed to stay on. That this path I was on had a goal at the end that I wanted to achieve. I left the office around 9am and traveled down to the adult shop to get my package. As I walked in the door I could smell the distinct odor of all adult shops. It was that smell of sex mixed with old houses. I walked up to the counter. "Do you have a package for a Bitch?" I asked. As the words came out of my mouth, I realized how corny they sounded. But the kid smiled and reached under the desk and pulled up a bag and set it on the counter. "Yeah this must be yours then?" He said with a hellish smile on his face. "What do I owe you for it?" I asked stupidly. "Nothing, it's been taken care of, enjoy." He said as he walked away and went back to the magazine he was reading when I walked in. I didn't want to stick around any longer in there. The clerk obviously knew what was in the back and knew it was for me. That was embarrassment enough. I took the bag and walked out of the store. I drove away without even looking in the bag. Once I got a few miles away, I decided to pull over and see what I had gotten myself into. I pulled into the parking lot of the mall down the street from my office, and parked the car. Nervously I opened the bag and dumped the contents out onto the front seat. Numerous sexual toys fell out along with a letter. Immediately I read the letter. "Bitch, Good you have the package. First I want you to undo your pants and pull them down to your ankles, followed by your underwear. Next I want you to take the anal plug that is in the bag and place it at the entrance of your asshole. No doubt you are in your car because you were too eager to open the bag at the office. This is okay. Now with the tip of the butt plug at the entrance to your asshole, I want you to push it in. Push it all the way in. All the way until the base is at the entrance of your ass. Do this now." I could believe what I was doing. I was in the parking lot of a mall taking my pants off. If security found me I would be in trouble for sure. But somehow I found myself doing what Bud had wrote for me to do. As I put the butt plug to the entrance of my asshole, I felt it tighten. "This is going to hurt" I thought as I slowly pressed it against my opening. It was so tight going in at first. But once about 2 inches were in the rest basically glided in. I could feel my insides shifting to accommodate the new roommate they were having. Once it was all the way in I continued to read. "Good. Now I want you to pull your underwear and pants back up and go back to the office. Do not take the plug out at all. I will decide when you meet me for lunch if you can take it out." Great now I will have this stupid thing in my ass when I am work, surely people will notice. "Next, on your way to meet me I want you to go into the bathroom at your office, and put the cock ring that I have enclosed around the base of your cock. Also I want you to put the nipple clamps on your nipples while you are in the bathroom. These also may not come off until I say so. See you at lunch." Great, someone will no doubt notice clamps attached to my nipples under my shirt as I am walking out of the bathroom and through the office to my car. I wasn't going to do it. I put the nipple clamps in the glove department and I drove off back to the office. When it came time for lunch I did run to the bathroom quickly to put on the cock ring. My ass was in such discomfort from having the butt plug in there for that last few hours. I then walked swiftly to the car and drove to Fred Meyers. As I started to walk to the back of the building I noticed a car at the far end driving towards me. "This might be him" I thought as the car got closer and closer. As it approached the window to the passenger's side slide down and the man driving just utter a "get in" response to me. "This is it, no turning back now" I thought as I opened the door and sat down in the car. Nothing was said for at least 2 minutes as we drove down the block to a secluded alley behind some local businesses. It was obvious no one had been back there in years. "You are not wearing the nipple clamps? WHY?" he asked in a harsh voice. "I wasn't going to walk through my office with those things on under my shirt, someone would have noticed." I said with that little bit of masculinity I had talked about earlier. I was trying to assert myself as not a complete bitch. Then without warning, he punched me in the face. "What did you do that for?" I asked in complete shock. "Because you disobeyed me, you must learn to submit to me. Until you learn, you will be punished. Do you understand?" his tone was that of a drill instructor. I had to submit for fear of what he might do. "I understand" I said meekly. "Good, now because you have disobeyed me, you will be punished --" "But I thought you just punished me with that punch?" I cut him off. Which he responded with another punch. "You don't seem to get it do you. You are mine. Understand?" he asked again. By now there was a welt forming on my cheek. "I understand Master." I meekly answered again. "Your punishment will be to pull my cock out and suck it till I cum in your mouth. Do this now" he said without any remorse. Grabbing the back of my neck and forcing me down to his lap. I had never felt such control over me, such authority. Before I realized it I was undoing his pants and pulling his near completely hard cock from his underwear. I snapped out of the trance I was in and realized what I was about to do. I tried to sit back up but he kept his hand on the back of my neck and held me there starring at his cock which was now 8 inches long and hard. "You will obey, or you will be punished." Those simple words struck me like a knife. How had I gotten this far? How did I let it get out of hand like this? I wasn't gay, I didn't suck cock? What was wrong with me? "I can't do it. I'm not gay I don't suck cocks." I said as I tried to sit up in order to leave the car. "It's not about being gay Bitch! It's about you submitting to me. Now submit and suck." He said as he pushed my face towards his cock more. I could smell the musky scent of his manhood as I was inches away from his man sized tool. I noticed that while I had been trying to push myself up I had braced one of my hands on his ball sack. The warmth of it astounded me; the tip of his cock was mere inches from my lips. All I could think of was my wife and that I wanted to see THIS cock sliding inside her pussy as she orgasmed like never before. I knew I had to submit, I knew that if I wanted to see that cock inside her, it first had to be inside a part of me. I opened my mouth and slowly let him push my head down over his mammoth cock. Once my mouth was around his cock, he let go of my neck and let me close my mouth over his tool. It was like a scolding rod of steal in my mouth. The erotic smell and taste of his cock took over me and I began to slowly move my head up and down over his cock. I heard a slow and quiet moan from Bud, and got butterflies in my stomach. Soon I would be tasting his cum, worse yet I would be swallowing it. I now appreciated my wife giving head 100% more. I used my hand to squeeze is ball gently as I slowly moved up and down his shaft. After a few minutes, I felt his hand back on my neck and he applied pressure. I relaxed my neck and let him take over the movements. He gently thrust his cock into my mouth as he forced my mouth down onto it, driving his cock to the back of my throat. His breath was getting heavier and shorter. I knew the time was almost there. With one swift thrust of his cock and a push with his hand, I felt the hot goo of his sperm hit the back of my throat. I instinctively gagged and coughed a little. But I knew if I didn't swallow this load, that I would be punished again. I swallowed all I could and squeezed my eyes shut in utter disgust as his load of cum slide down my throat and into my belly. After a few minutes I felt his cock growing soft and placid. He let me sit up and I immediately jump up and out of the car. He put his cock away and ordered me back into the car. "Get back in here Bitch. I'm not done with you yet." He commanded. I knew he had me, I was his now. Only a true Master could have pulled off what he just did to me. I just kept thinking of Beth, and how I longed to see his cock in her. I slowly walked back to the car door and sat down. After shutting the door, he started to drive away saying. "We have much to discuss now don't we Bitch?"