1 comments/ 46714 views/ 2 favorites Ruthies By: Bakeboss Ruth Page's teenage years were a disaster, she felt as if god tried to see if he could make the worse case for a teen girl when he made her. Not fat but chubby with little spare tires up and down her body that no clothes seem to hide. While the rest of her was large her breasts never even grew into a size B. Her myopia was so bad she even wore glasses in the bath and somehow her mother always managed to find the ugliest frames available. Add her mousy brown curly hair that was always out of her control plus a worse than normal case of acne and you can see why she was never asked to the proms. One thing about Ruthie was she had above average intelligence and a rational of accepting her lot in life. With no friends and nothing to do socially, she spent her time on schoolwork. She excelled enough to get a scholarship to a good university, and graduated with honors with a degree in chemistry. She was recruited by a big drug company, and started working right after school. She was in the company cafeteria, eating by herself as usual one day when she overheard the table next to her. One girl was telling the other that she thought she had been date raped. She met a man at a bar and she remembered feeling woozy and him offering to take her home. She awoke in the morning in her clothes but no panties and dried semen on her thighs and pubic hair. She went on to say she had no recollection of having sex or in fact anything after leaving the bar. Of course, Ruth had heard of Rohypnol or ruffies as they are called but as she sat there, she wondered if they only worked on women. What if a woman, such as herself were to give some Rohypnol to a man would said woman then be able to take liberties with him. Of course, not, if a man is passed out he would be useless to a woman but the idea still intrigued her and in the next few weeks, she toyed with the prospect. Then one day in the lab she found the formula she was looking for and actually said 'Eureka' loud enough for one of her lab partners to look up. Ruth Page had found the perfect combination of hypnotic and psychotropic drugs to achieve the effect she desired. Now for some testing that she didn't dare do in the lab, no she needed a Neanderthal so if she fried his brain the world would not be at a loss. It seems that Ruth has a deep-seated resentment against all the men who had no desire to take her to the prom, or on a date or even to sleep with her. She felt it not only was time to get even it was a time for her to get her turn as the prom queen. Her Ruthies as she now called her dangerous cocktail were not like ruffies, it was not a knock out drug oh no this mixture was a mine control drug. She went to a sports bar where she bet drinks with various men over darts. Every time she lost which by the way was every time, she would go buy drinks and as she brought them back to the board she would lace them with Ruthies. Soon all the men were under her spell and would accept every suggestion she gave to them as if they were hypnotized. Ruth loved the attention and she really enjoyed when two men under her power got into a fistfight over who would get to leave with her. She eventually chose the winner who took her home to his loft. Although she never talked about it Ruth, had experienced sex before but this man made love to her and this was a new feeling.. He dimmed the lights, put on music, and then he opened a bottle of wine. This lover did not act drunk or drugged but he did act on her suggestion that he loved her madly. They kissed on his couch as he told her she was unlike anyone he'd ever met. She allowed him to undress her and he did slowly relishing each part of her body as he exposed it. He carried her naked to his bed where he started by kissing her toes, then her ankles and up her legs ever so slowly working his way up to her treasures. When he put his face in the middle of her most private part, it released feelings she never knew were in her. Ruth experienced her first orgasm not delivered by herself, it felt so different, and she wanted more. She became aggressive and why not, she was in control she might as well enjoy it. She instructed her new lover to get undressed and then to lie on the bed. She mounted him and it felt so powerful to be in control after he was inside her she rode him to her pleasure. When he said he was about to cum she commanded to hold on until she gave permission. She leaned over him and held his arms against the bed and to her it felt as if he was helpless. She hissed in his ear, "When I cum I command you to cum at the same time, wait, wait now cum you bastard." As she contracted in orgasm, she felt his issue splash against her cervix. After she lay on top of him as he told her how good she made him feel but she was not done with him yet and she told him to get hard as she wanted another ride and she felt him growing inside her. She rode him to two more climaxes before allowing her lover release and when he came, he screamed her name. They slept together arm and arm with his head on her tiny breasts. She woke to an empty bed in the morning but when she smelled bacon cooking, she knew where he was. He looked so cute to her as he came in with her breakfast on a tray. He was naked except for a tiny apron wrapped around his waist; he told her he didn't want bacon grease splattering his privates. She asked where his was, he said between your legs, and as she enjoyed bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee, he lapped at her vulva as though it was coated in honey. After breakfast he begged her for more sex, she allowed him another time with her, and then as a test, she had him clean up all his ejaculate from her folds and even this he did with pleasure. After showering together, where he washed her from head to toe she dressed to leave. Although he begged to see her again, she only agreed to take his phone number. Ruth threw his number in the trash as she left his loft for she had no plans to see him again. In the cab on the way home, she asked the cabbie if he knew of any bars where lawyers hung out. Ruthie's Story A bit of fluff. Enjoy. *** “I’m disappointed in you, Ruthie. You’re a smarter girl than this.” Mr. Smith held out a piece of paper. Ruthie stood on tip-toes to see it from where she stood. There was an awful lot of red on it. “This was a simple spelling test. The most words anybody else missed was two. You missed all but one. Do you know what this makes you look like? Do you have any idea what kind of teacher this makes me look like?” Ruthie cringed a little at the tone of Mr. Smith’s voice. It sounded very much like his disappointment was turning to anger. “I thought these after-school tutoring sessions were helping, but I guess not. Maybe I should just give up and only concentrate on the students that won’t waste my time.” Now Ruthie was a little scared. She likes Mr. Smith... a lot. She couldn’t bear the thought of not having this time together, without the other students around. Her head popped up and she insisted, “Please, Sir. Don’t give up on me. I’ll try harder. I’m not stupid. Please don’t say such things. I’m really sorry.” Mr. Smith frowned and shook his head. “I don’t know. I mean, look at this! One word out of twenty correct, and the one word is ‘cock.’” Ruthie smiled up at the teacher. “Yes sir, you taught me that one.” Looking doubtful, Mr. Smith replied, “Are you sure? I don’t remember.” Now certain of herself, Ruthie chirped, “It was the last time I was in your office after school. You had me spell it fifty times, then made me suck yours afterwards so I knew it.” “Ah yes, now I recall. You were a much better student that day. It doesn’t appear to have helped you on anything else, though. “You do realize that with such a poor test, the school allows me to punish you?” Ruthie’s eyes grew wide, and she bit her lip for a moment before whispering, “Punish me, Sir?” The teacher’s face hardened. “Yes, punish you.” A fearful quaver edged Ruthie’s voice as she breathed, “How?” Mr. Smith didn’t reply to the student’s question, he simply stood from where he sat on the desk at the front of the classroom and ordered, “Come here, Ruthie.” Ruthie’s head bowed, and she slowly shuffled forward to stand in front of the angry teacher. “Sit on the desk.” Without a word, and still studiously examining her shoe laces, Ruthie turned and backed up to the edge of the teacher’s desk, then gave a little hop and scooted her butt to a more comfortable position. She was a little apprehensive about what was going to happen. Mr. Smith had never punished her before, but she’d never done so poorly on a test before, either. She didn’t know what kind of punishment she would receive, but found her pussy getting warm at the thought. Mr. Smith’s face was impassive when he ordered, “Let’s see what you’ve got under your skirt.” Ruthie’s look of surprise popped her head up in surprise. “You want to see under my skirt, sir?” Still, there was no indication of what Mr. Smith might be feeling, except maybe impatience. “Yes, I want you to lift your skirt and show me what’s under it.” There was a pause, then he said, firmly, “Show me.” Ruthie blushed a little when she grabbed the hem of her short schoolgirl skirt and lifted it as high as it would go. There on display was her cute little pussy, as bare as the day she was born. Finally, the cloud lifted a little from Mr. Smith’s face. “Ah. The other lesson I taught you. Very pretty.” A rush of pride whisked through Ruthie’s body, and her embarrassment was washed away immediately. “Thank you, Sir.” When Mr. Smith knelt in front of her and brought his face in closer to her warm, musky crotch, Ruthie spread her legs a little wider, to give the teacher a much better view. A smile came to his face when Ruthie’s knees parted more. She truly did have a pretty cunt, and with the hair all shaven off, he had an unobstructed view of its beauty. Briefly, Mr. Smith looked up at Ruthie, who sat with a look of apprehension on her face, wondering what her punishment would be. When she bit her lip in that enticing way she had when she was unsure what was going to happen, Mr. Smith’s cock twitched in his slacks. He could smell the arousal rising off Ruthie’s shaven cunt, and the odor just got him harder. The aroma of aroused pussy made the teacher wonder if it still tasted as good as it smelled, so he leaned forward and flicked his tongue across Ruthie’s stiff little clit. Ruthie jumped at the surprising intensity of sensation Mr. Smith’s tongue caused in her naked pussy. She couldn’t help saying, “Oh god, Sir, that feels better than it did last time. My pussy feels so much more sensitive with no hair on it. Do you like how it looks?” The teacher responded, “Oh, yes, I love your bare little cunt. Now, let me get in one more lick before your punishment.” Mr. Smith then leaned forward again and started at Ruthie’s puckered asshole, which made her jump again. He made a long, slow lick from her butt all the way to the top of her pussy, where he dug his tongue in right over her hard clit. Ruthie moaned and her hips writhed a little, feeling the wet, warm roughness of her teacher’s tongue on her butt hole and all the way up her pussy. She couldn’t leave it at this, so she begged, “One more time? Please, Sir?” A smile came to Mr. Smith’s lips at how quickly Ruthie got horny. Again, he leaned his face into Ruthie’s crotch and started at her hot little asshole, giving it a couple little flickers with the tip of his tongue before starting his way upward again. This time, though, instead of stopping at her clit, he stopped before getting to the throbbing little bundle of nerves altogether. Before the girl could whine in protest or anything, he brought up his hand and slapped it against her bare skin with a loud smack. Ruthie let out a scream of surprise and pain at Mr. Smith’s hand spanking against her naked pussy. She didn’t moan at the sudden feeling, but she knew that would come soon enough. Nevertheless, she cried out, “Oh, Mr. Smith, that hurt! Is that why you wanted my cunt bare? Please, no more!” Inside, however, she was grinning ear to ear. This was one of her favorite things, and she knew the teacher knew it, too. Mr. Smith answered the wails for mercy with a couple more swats to the squirming girl’s cunt. He knew what she could take and what she liked. He was ready and eager to dish it out. If possible, maybe he’d try to see just how much she could take before it became too much. He knew it wouldn’t take long before her squeals of pain were squeals of delight, followed by moans of pleasure. The more times he hit Ruthie’s pussy, the harder the blows got, and as he knew would happen, it was a very short while before she was making the sounds of a very pleased, very aroused young lady. Without warning, there was a knock at the door. Ruthie jumped at the sound, suddenly self-conscious about her predicament. Even Mr. Smith seemed a bit surprised. With a meaningful look at Ruthie, he rose and went to the door, opening it only a crack. Ruthie couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she could tell the other person was another man. Mr. Smith didn’t seem distressed, so that was good, but she wondered what they could be talking about. After about a minute of discussion, Mr. Smith nodded, then closed the door. For a moment, Ruthie was disappointed the other man hadn’t been invited in. Although she’d been embarrassed initially, the idea of getting punished in front of someone else kind of got her hotter than she already was. And maybe, if she was really good (or bad), maybe that other man might even be invited to participate! The thought gave her naughty ideas. Mr. Smith, though, simply walked back without a word to her of what the exchange had been about. It was no business of hers, but the curious side of her wanted to know, even though she knew he’d never tell. Probably boring teacher stuff, anyway. Again taking up his spot between Ruthie’s legs without preamble, Mr. Smith resumed his spanking of the student’s swiftly-reddening, swelling pussy. The swiftness of his attack once more took Ruthie by surprise, but he showed no sign of relenting. The brief respite she’d gotten had simply made her already partially-punished pussy that much more sensitive, so this renewed assault was that much more painful, that much more sensation-filled. Within moments of his resumption of Ruthie’s punishment, the student was moaning, not in protest, but in desire. This brought a smile of triumph to Mr. Smith’s face. He knew this hot slut wouldn’t be able to resist a good pussy spanking. She begged for it almost all the time, which is why he denied it all but extremely infrequently. Somewhere in all this, the moan became a constant sound from deep in Ruthie’s throat. About that same time, Mr. Smith noticed that his hand was damp from the beating he was giving the girl’s pussy. Apparently she was enjoying this a lot. Huskily, he whispered, “Go on. Cum if you have to, Ruthie. I know you want to. Do it.” Relief swept through Ruthie when permission was given. It was so hard to keep from cumming when it all felt so good, she'd been holding back for quite a while. When she finally relaxed after being allowed to orgasm, the cum hit almost immediately and set her whole body shaking and the sound that came from her mouth was a long, low animal wail. Ruthie sat panting after her orgasm subsided, just looking at Mr. Smith, who simply sat there with an enigmatic smile on his face. She wondered if that was the end of her punishment, or if there was more to come. She was wondering about what it might entail when she again felt the hard slap of the teacher's hand on her now over-sensitive pussy. A yelp of surprise filled the room. That one hurt! She hoped there wouldn't be too many more swats, or that at least she'd get used to them again. Ruthie felt the arousal building again, but if the spanking her pussy was getting continued to sting as much as that last one did, it would take a long time for her to get worked up enough for another orgasm. Fortunately, no more swats came. Instead, Mr. Smith started running a finger around the outside of her pussy, through the slippery juice that had oozed from her through her pussy’s spanking and orgasm. Everything felt so much more intense on her bare cunt, it made Ruthie wonder why she hadn't tried shaving it a long time ago. Without any warning, Mr. Smith shoved two fingers into the hot, wet hole between Ruthie's wide-spread legs. Ruthie thought this was wonderful. The spanking her pussy had gotten was fun, and felt really good, but this was the kind of thing she really liked. She only hoped he wouldn't spend too long playing around before he put something bigger in there. Mr. Smith was excited beyond belief. Ruthie was a hot girl, of that there was no question, but how quickly she became a little slut, ready for anything and begging for more, was almost more than he could stand. Her willingness to let him do whatever he liked was what he liked best about her. He was surprised at how wet her pussy became at being spanked, and how much more moisture seeped from her when she came. His fingers slid in her slick cunt with no difficulty at all. He could tell Ruthie liked this, but he also knew what her preference was, given a choice, and she'd get it, but not until after he'd had a little more fun. Ruthie was moaning again at the feeling of her teacher's big, long fingers stretching her pussy wide, and closed her eyes for a moment to concentrate on the sensation. She jumped and gasped when his thumb brushed up against her throbbing little clit, and ground her hips forward to try to get him to do it again. The feeling of Mr. Smith's fingers in her had her building toward another orgasm awfully quickly, and another touch or two to her clit would do it. Nothing had been said in the room since Ruthie had been given permission to cum, but she was getting so horny with Mr. Smith's fingers sliding in and out that she started to beg, "Please Sir, that feels so good. Can I cum, please?" A moment passed before the teacher calmly replied, "May I cum? Not can. And, no, you may not." No? But she was so close. Surely he could see that. Ruthie concentrated hard to keep her orgasm from washing over her, and at the moment, it was working. However, he wasn't sure how long she'd be able to maintain such control. When Mr. Smith added another finger, Ruthie gasped at the intrusion and the feeling of her pussy stretching more to accommodate it. At least he was avoiding her clit. She was sure if he was touching that, it'd be impossible to keep from cumming against his command. However, with that third finger moving in and out of her sloshy hole, Ruthie felt the orgasm that had been building steadily getting even more overwhelming. It was taking everything she had to keep her cum at bay. Yet Mr. Smith was still relentless, fucking those fingers harder and harder into her quivering cunt. If he touched her clit at all, or added another finger, Ruthie was certain she'd be unable to keep from cumming. Just as she was sure her orgasm was upon her, Mr. Smith pulled his fingers from her pussy and stood up. A little whimper of protest came from Ruthie's throat, but it was quickly silenced by the surprising feel of his wet fingers against her lips. Ruthie wasn't overly fond of the taste of her pussy, but it wasn't a terrible flavor, and besides, at the moment, she was so horny she'd have done almost anything to make sure Mr. Smith made her cum. And as if it was Mr. Smith's masculine, hard cock, Ruthie opened her mouth and accepted the pungent, slimy fingers onto her tongue. Her mouth filled with the taste of her cunt, and even though it wasn't her favorite, it wasn't bad. Being so utterly horny also helped a lot. For a few minutes, Ruthie sucked on Mr. Smith's fingers, getting more and more into it the longer it went. After a short while, she forgot it wasn't the teacher's cock in her mouth and she started to really enjoy it. When Mr. Smith slipped his fingers from between the lips of her mouth, Ruthie was almost surprised to feel his cock head nudging the soaking lips of her pussy. With one quick shove, Mr. Smith's hardness was swallowed whole by the burning, grasping wetness. A loud moan filled the room. This is what Ruthie had been hoping for ever since she'd been told to stay after class. The rest was just icing on the cake. This was what the whole thing was about. Ruthie flung her arms around Mr. Smith's neck and held on tight, cumming the entire time the teacher slammed his hard-on in and out of her hungry pussy. Ruthie drenched Mr. Smith's cock and balls with juice while he fucked her relentlessly, the way both he and Ruthie liked it. The desk squeaked back a fraction every time he pushed forward, and Ruthie huffed directly into his ear while she clung for dear life. There was no love in this, this was simple animal lust, and at the moment, it was exactly what they both needed. This time, when Mr. Smith pulled his cock out of her pussy, Ruthie knew just what to do. She leaped from the desk and knelt in front of him, taking his cock in her mouth with no hesitation whatsoever. She took him all the way down her throat in one plunge, just like he'd taught her to. Now, she barely tasted the pussy juice liberally covering his genitals, she just needed his juice, however she could get it. Knowing what was expected of her, she fucked her face on Mr. Smith's cock for a few minutes, then pulled off and started licking the pussy juice from his balls and belly. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft while her mouth was elsewhere, unable to bear not being in contact with his hard rod while she cleaned the rest of him. When she reached his balls, she sucked them each into her mouth, knowing how he loved that, then licked as low as she could to get what was there. Finished with the cleaning of the rest of him, Ruthie then settled back eagerly into sucking on Mr. Smith's wonderful dick. With as much as she'd been cumming, Ruthie was amazed at how controlled Mr. Smith was, not to be shooting all over the place. This realization simply made her more determined to get him off than ever. She wanted him to feel as good as he possibly could, and reward her hard work with as much creamy jism as his balls could give her. She had a naughty idea for what to do with his cum when it finally did happen, and was certain it would meet with his approval. Several more wonderful minutes later, Mr. Smith started making sounds like he was getting ready to finally cum. Ruthie smiled around his cock and tickled his balls a little more, then had a wicked thought and reached between his legs and started to lightly run a finger up and down between his butt cheeks. Mr. Smith moaned louder when he felt Ruthie playing with his butt. He was surprised how sensitive it was to just that simple caress, but it made the cum boil up even quicker than it had been. This evil, but oh-so-amazing woman was going to make him cum, and it was going to be a big one. He hoped she could hold it all. Ruthie was delighted that she could make her teacher feel so good, and quickly took just the head into her mouth and flicked her tongue through the little slit at the end, making him moan even louder yet. She wiggled the finger at Mr. Smith's ass a little deeper and touched his asshole. The tight pucker felt funny, but good, beneath her finger, and the sound he made told her he wasn't going to make her stop. She removed the hand that was grasping Mr. Smith's cock shaft while she sucked and gently played with his balls with it. Now, Ruthie's mouth felt fantastic wrapped around his cock, it always did, but her mouth and her spit-slicked hand in conjunction with it was beyond words. It was nearly like a pussy, but not quite. Usually, she could bring him off this way, but today, Ruthie had other plans. When her hand left his cock shaft, he was afraid that there would be no way he could get off without that stimulation. However, when she started to tickle his sensitive balls, he knew there would be no holding back. Ruthie felt Mr. Smith's orgasm hit before she tasted it. She'd come to know the signs well. While Mr. Smith yelled, Ruthie took the first spurt of cum on her tongue. She simply had to taste just a little straight from the source. She loved the taste of cum, and she always needed to get a little in her mouth. If it went into her pussy, she scooped up some and licked off her fingers. Her cum fetish met, Ruthie took the hand from Mr. Smith's balls and started to pump his cock with it, directing the rest of his load to her smiling face. Before long, she was coated in pearly jism, and when Mr. Smith's cock stopped spurting on her, and just dribbled a little bit, she stuck her tongue out and licked off the remainder of the creamy prize she'd been waiting for. The teacher collapsed back onto one of the student desks, spent. He sat there, breathing hard while his vision cleared to where he could see Ruthie sitting there, covered in his cum, and beaming up at him from her spot on the floor. For several minutes, neither of them spoke, both of them simply sitting there gazing lovingly at the other. Finally, Ruthie broke the silence. "So, do I get a second chance at that spelling test?" Mr. Smith laughed. "Damn right. So, what did you think of that little scene?" Ruthie got up off the floor. "That was great, Babe. You do a real good 'angry teacher.'" "Glad you liked it. Now, let's see about getting you cleaned up and hauling ourselves home." Ruthie stepped in closer. Looking up at the man she loved, she said, "I think maybe I'll wear this home tonight." Some of the cum from her face had dripped down onto her thin white blouse, making it obvious she wore nothing underneath. Her nipples stood out proudly from the too-tight material, much as they had through most of the encounter. Ruthie's Story Sometimes I hate my editor Barb. She is very good at what she does, I will admit that. She can take my sterling prose and put just the right gloss on it to make it even more sparkling. She is also my biggest fan and my loudest cheerleader at "Participation" magazine. I'm sure you have read at least one of my articles. It might have been my cover story about taking part in the world's largest strip poker tournament. Maybe you read or heard about the time my husband Jim and I acted as groomsman and bridesmaid for a nude wedding that featured over a thousand guests. I WASN'T totally nude, the bridal party had matching wedding garters and the groomsmen all wore black bow ties. I got lots of fan mail for that story. There were even more than a few wedding proposals but I am committed to my husband Jim. Hand off ladies! That six foot hunk of muscle with the smoldering looks is MINE ALL MINE! We have been together since college. I seduced him and have never regretted a moment since. I got him his gig at my magazine. He often accompanies me on assignments and he does wonders with a camera. He's also not a bad writer on his own. Nowhere near as good as me, obviously, but he does have a far better than average ability. I'm NOT conceited but I know that I am very attractive. I've been turning heads since I passed beyond my tomboy phase. I an five foot seven with long auburn hair and an ivory complexion . My legs and arms a long and lean and you can bounce a quarter off my tummy. I have been approached by various adult male magazines but I don't think those suit me. I prefer Jim's camera and my own veto power over his images. Being attractive has its privileges. I can disarm virtually any heterosexual male and get them to confess things they would not ever tell their own wives or best friends. The kind of stuff that other journalists take weeks to crack, I get handed in an afternoon. The fact that I am so good has made me some great friends and some very powerful enemies. The fact that I am unabashed enough to let "Participation" publish a luminous photo of me in my underwear on the cover brings me all kinds of attention both good and bad. What really grinds the gears of my detractors however is the prizes that I have won Its only politics preventing me from winning the Pulitzer, I've been nominated four times! The old goats that give out the award simply can't wrap their brains around the fact that I am as talented a writer as I am a photogenic female. I'll probably be permitted to win the big one if I age another thirty years and let myself go to the point that Hillary Clinton makes me look like one of the witches from "Macbeth." The movie contracts and the book deals are wonderful consolation prizes however. Back to Barb. Although I am good at reading most people , Barb's mind flies off to reaches that I can not contemplate. She loves the magazine but she loves big sales and ancillary movie and TV rights even more. She is the kind of editor most magazines covet. She wants her magazine to be number one and will stop at nothing to see that it is in fact number one. She called Jim and I into her office. She was wearing the fake smile she puts on just before asking one of her writers for something outrageous, challenging, or dangerous or perhaps all three. The moment we entered her office I could tell that she had something big to spring on us. "Ruthie, Jim!" Have a seat." She said in her cloying manner.. "I love the piece you did for the September issue, our readers have ordered so many extra copies that we had to order another press run and the digital downloads! You two are a big reason why this magazine has such a great bottom line. Which started me thinking." Whenever I hear Barb say "Which started me thinking" I KNOW that I am in for it. "The two of you work great as a team but I think i can get two stories out of our next venture, that is if you are game. What do the two of you know about the BDSM community?" I replied something along the lines that I did not like whips and chains and collars or some such. That did not deter her in the slightest. Jim, sweet darling Jim defended me I can still recall his words, "Look Barb, we have done a lot of things for this magazine but I'm not about to turn my wife over to some bruiser with a whip and a bad attitude." Like I said It did not deter her at all. Her fake smile grew broader and she said. "Hear me out. First take a look at this check." I like to live well. I think most people do. This check was a thing of beauty. The way all of those zeroes made such delightfully perfect circles. Jim and I decided to hear our editor out. "Don't get too excited this particular check is a dummy but I have the letter verifying that a real one will be issued to the two of you once you turn in your stories. Your deadline is three months from the end of this month. That gives you a couple of weeks to do your homework. Each of you will tell the same story from your respective genders. The studio is so excited by this story idea that they bought the films rights from the magazine even before the story has even begun to be written. This check is your share of the movie rights. I'll be honest with you. This story could support this magazine for the next three years without even having to sell a single line of advertising. That is, of course, if the two of you are willing." Jim was losing patience with Barb at this point and asked her to lay all of her cards on the table. He is such a good bullshit detector. Her next words were some of the hardest to take that I have ever heard. "I have been contacted by members of the local BDSM community. They like our magazine and they like you two. They feel that our magazine will give an honest portrayal of their community. Like all groups who are considered outside the mainstream, there is a great deal of misapprehension of what their community is all about and how they operate. What they propose is a two part story, one part told from the male perspective and the other from the female perspective of a two month voluntary entry into a submissive relationship. In simple terms Jim. Ruthie you will be collared slaves of a male and a female dominant. You will have to do EVERYTHING they ask of you for two months. You spend the next month after that writing your stories and the check is yours." "The representatives of the BDSM community feel that they have found suitable matches for the both of you. They also want to assure you that neither of you will be permanently marked or scarred. Both of you will have a safe word that must be obeyed immediately. It WILL involve a great deal of sex, especially for you Ruthie but the two of you are promised patience and gentility. However, obedience IS expected and you MAY be compelled to obey if you are recalcitrant." With that Barb had played her hand. She smiled like a manikin, almost daring us to respond. I looked at my husband, he looked at me. We decided that we needed some privacy and Barb left us alone in her office. I pride myself on taking ANY story especially ones that make me uncomfortable. Taking stories like that stretch and grow a person. I have grown a great deal since I married Jim. I barely recognize the girl I was in college when I compare her to the woman I am now. I won't go into all the details of the conversation between Jim and myself. Suffice to say it is a rare husband who is willing to let his wife enslave herself to a total stranger for two months. I also considered Jim. I HATED HATED HATED the idea of some other woman ordering him around. And then I imagined Jim pleasuring her. Jim is MY man and I an very protective and very jealous. Turning him over to some other woman terrified me. But I also knew that our marriage could survive even this. We forgave each other for the sins and infidelities that would be required of this story. Almost an hour later we called Barb back into her office and agreed to do the story. She smiled so hard I was afraid she would split both of her lips. The next couple of weeks Jim and I did a TON of research. Books, websites, videos. I understood what my role would be, to serve and to comply. Those I felt sure i could do. Whether or not I could enjoy doing those things at the behest of a total stranger was another question entirely. I like sex a great deal but, despite many temptations Jim and I have remained faithful to each other. Partly out of deference and partly because I liked the way the word rolled off my tongue, I started calling Jim "Master" He reciprocated by calling me "Goddess." I really liked being called Goddess. When out two month adventure through the land of BDSM is over, I think I will insist that Jim refer to me as Goddess henceforth. Once we took turns pretending to collar each other and practicing our roles. I think Jim makes a better sub than I do. It seemed to come naturally to him but I was not about to tell him that. Finally the time came for us to report to the BDSM convention at a down town hotel. Jim and I shuttered the apartment and dressed casually yet fashionably. The night before our personal D Day we made love several times. I told Jim with complete sincerity that I would miss his cock more than anything else. I hoped it was the truth. Our destination was room 701 and our contact was Juliet Dane. She was tall and dark and made her taut leather outfit look so damn sexy. I could tell that Jim was enjoying drinking her in. We spent the next forty five minutes being grilled by Juliet. We had to confirm or identities. There were waivers to fill out and contracts to sign. I recordered her exact words , "I'm sorry for the third degree. Lots of people have so many delusions about who we are and what we do. When you boil it down we are just a parallel sexuality to the vanilla world. No better and certainly no worse than theirs. We found people that we think are perfect matches for both of you. They are just across the hall. This room is actually that of your Goddess, Jim. Ruthie will be led across the hall to her Master's room. You will be processed and collared tonight. We know that the two of you have been doing your homework. We have also been researching the two of you. A great deal of concessions will be made at first since the two of you are complete neophytes but we DO expect two bright people like yourselves to learn quickly. If you would like to exchanges kisses and say your goodbyes now is the time to do it. Once your Doms enter this room neither of you will be allowed to display affection towards your spouse." Jim and I kissed. His was never sweeter than it was that night. At long last it was time to meet our mystery dates. Juliet rang them up on her cell phone and soon there was a knock on the door. She was Goddess Erica. She looked spectacular, Dark and strong. she had better tits and more curves than I do. I hope it was just my imagination but I can almost swear that I saw Jim's eyes light up when she entered the room. As for Master Paul. Juliet wasn't kidding when she said they had been researching us. Paul was everything that I liked in man on those rare occasions when I do think of other men. I have a weakness for the large and muscled and Paul was all that and more so. He towered over my six foot husband. He work skintight leather pants that drew the eye to the massive bulge at his crotch. The rest of his outfit emphasized his well defined muscles. I could tell once our eyes met, that he was strong and firm, yet sensitive man. My fears of getting a crude bruiser vanished. His close cropped blond hair topped an extremely handsome face. I realized that this was a man whom I could serve, and most likely enjoy serving a great deal. "I am Master Paul. You are my woman. Come." What can Ii say? Sometimes it is fun to spend time with a man who isn't a verbal as Jim. I took his hand, winked at my husband and allowed him to lead me to his hotel room. As the doors closed behind us I thought briefly of Jim. Part of me feared that Goddess Erica would steal her away from me but I pushed such thoughts from my mind. If I was to get this story right i had to focus on serving Master Paul and occupying my new role. I took a long look at Master Paul and, to be honest, my heart skipped a few beats. He locked his hotel door behind us and showed me around. His next words were not a surprise. They were however harder to follow than I expected. "Strip! Everything off including jewelry." Now I have been naked in front of a lot of people but in every case I was in control of the situation. Now I was stripping to submit to a man who was not my husband. I became very nervous and my hands trembles as I unbuttoned my blouse. At last my clothes were in a heap on the floor. Master Paul looked at me intently as though I had forgotten something. Suddenly I remembered my jewelry and removed the hoops from my ears, My watch and charm bracelet from my wrists. I was down to my wedding band and engagement ring. I looked imploringly at master Paul. They had never been off my finger since my wedding day. Master Paul's face grew firm and he said, "For the next two months you belong to me utterly and completely I will not have you wear another man's baubles." Sadly I slid my rings off and placed them on the bureau top with the rest of my jewelry. I faced master Paul. He eyed me up and down as though he were assessing a horse or a piece of furniture. It was not at all similar to when a man showed me unwanted attention and ogled me, it was more like a doctor's inspection. Master Paul checked me out head to toe then gently applied pressure to my shoulders with his index fingers. I new what he wanted. I knelt on the floor and liberated Master Paul's penis from his pants. Master Paul's penis was spectacular, both long and broad. It was cut which was a nice change of pace from Jim's anteater look. Until I got the angle correct, I had a problem making his cock fit in my mouth. That problem solved, I set to work until master Paul came. Usually I spit cum out but my research had told me that swallowing was the only acceptable response. I choked down my Master's cum. "Excellent slave. I accept your service. Next we are going to bathe you, shave you and collar you. Once you are collared you will beg me to fuck you. Once you are fucked we will tour the convention floor so that the world can see and appraise my new acquisition." We entered the bathroom where I was instructed to turn on the taps. I knew that I would be shaved and I knew the reasons for it but it was still going to be a difficult thing. I dislike the bald look enormously. Jim had always wanted to play the game of "pussy barber" with me but I just love my auburn carpet. Master Paul was almost entirely silent as he processed me. He was very gifted with a razor and did a better job on my legs and underarms than I usually do myself. He shaved my entire body from the neck down, saving my bush for last. At Last he began trimming away on my sacred grounds. With a small scissors Master Paul carefully trimmed away my bush. He collected every hair that he could and placed them in a tiny pink silken bag which closed with a drawstring. I was left with what amounted to a crew cut. Master Paul then lathered up the remains of my feminine thatch and shaved it away. There were tears in my eyes as I watched the last of it go. Silently I was instructed to exit the tub and my Master dried me off. He then decided that he wanted to reshape my eyebrows. I sat on the commode while he plucked. I hate to admit it, but the new look was an improvement. Once we finished in the bathroom my Master had me kneel on the floor of the bedroom. I begged him to take me as his slave and begged him to fuck me. Somewhere along the way this had gone from play acting to reality. I realized that I truly WANTED to serve Master Paul and I truly WANTED him to fuck me. In his wordless, commanding way, Master Paul slid a collar about my neck and sealed the lock. He helped me to my feet and led me over to the bed. I lowered the covers and sheets and slid between them. Master Paul stripped and was right behind me. Naked he was gorgeous. All muscle and power. Not an ounce of fat or a single hair out of place. I admitted to myself that I would most likely enjoy the ministrations of Master Paul a great deal. Once he was in the bed he was silent and commanding, yet gentle. His cunnilingus abilities were the best I had ever encountered. When he entered me, I felt fuller and more sated than I ever had before. I was on the pill so I was able to relax and let myself ride the waves of the orgasm that hit me like a Mack truck, large, loud, and long. He kissed me deeply as I came down. I realized that so long as Master Paul kept fucking me like that or even just promised to fuck me like that, I would have take delight in submitted to his every order in exchange. Whatever had come over me I liked. I liked it a great deal. We snuggled for a while in bed before Master Paul compelled me to rise. He attached a leash to my collar and fasted the other end to a leg of the bed. I was made to stand at attention as Master Paul boxed up all of my clothing and jewelry. Once he had finished that task he took my leash and led me to the bathroom. I did my business while he watched. I don't even let Jim watch me pee or poop, but somehow it seemed natural allow Master Paul to watch me. It even seemed to be natural when he wiped me afterwards. Next he got dressed and led me out the door down the hall and into the elevator. To my horror we were off to the ball room where the vendors and exhibitors were. Nudity doesn't normally phase me but I was never shaved and collared before. Several times I turned beet red from embarrassment. He led me around and displayed me. On the one hand it was humiliating on the other hand the flattering comments I received really made me feel exceptional. At one point we met one of Master Paul's friends. Master Paul explained that he shares everything with this friend so I was compelled to kneel on a satin pillow and service master Paul's friend amid the hustle and bustle of the vending floor. I could have used my safe word but I wanted an honest story. Would an ordinary slave disobey Master Paul's command? If they would not neither would I. The cock of Master's friend was of average size. I finished him off relatively quickly and forced his semen down my throat. The friend thanked me and told Mater Paul that I had excellent technique. After several hours in the ballroom we returned to Master's hotel room. He ordered dinner for both of us from room service. I sat in Master Paul's lap while he fed me. We watched a little porn on the hotel's television and then Master Paul got us ready for bed. He did everything I did nothing. He led me to the bed an announced that he was taking my asshole. Jim and I do anal about a dozen times each year. At first the thought of Master Paul's huge cock entering my relatively inexperienced rear entry terrified me. However, Master Paul gently lubed me up and then slowly, yet deliberately and methodically entered me. Once he was inside me the feeling was absolutely amazing. To my considerable surprise I came again, although far less intently than earlier in the evening. Once Master Paul finished he cleaned up both of us. "Slave, your name is now Amber and since you have been very good and very obedient you may spend the night in my bed." It was the longest sentence he had spoken in hours. He turned off the lights and reentered the bed. In the dim light of the darkened hotel room, I tugged at my collar, looked at my naked ring finger and considered my assignment. I realized that these two months would transform me. Jim and I would never be the same couple again . With that Master Paul wrapped his massive arms around me. Gently yet firmly he held me close. I decided that i liked this feeling a great deal. My dreams that night were rapturous.