0 comments/ 40839 views/ 3 favorites A Tale of Submission By: CumPartyHostess I appear at the time you have instructed me to. I am wearing the black bra and panties you requested. I enter the room and remove my jacket. There is a note on the bed to get down on my knees, bend over the edge of the bed and await for your arrival. You call to check on me. "How are you?" you ask. "On my knees, ass in the air," I respond. "Very well," you say and disconnect the call. After an eternity, finally you enter the room. "How is the whore today," you ask. "Fine, sir," I reply. You are pleased to see that I followed your instructions and I am pleased that you are pleased. You walk behind me and ask if I am ready for you. "Yes, sir" I acknowledge. You stick your fingers in to my warm, wet cunt. "Yes the slut is ready to be fucked," I hear you murmur. I hear you unzip your pants and my pussy becomes wetter with the thought of you entering me soon. You kneel behind me and I spread my legs to receive you. Before I can comprehend what is happening, you place your cock at the opening of my ass and shove its length in. I cry out in pain, for which you smack my ass. "Did I tell you to cry out whore?" you ask. "No sir, but..." and I stop as I do not want to be disobedient, but the tears run down my face. You start to pump my dry ass and tell me what a filthy slut I have become. This, of course, causes my pussy to become even more wet. The pain in my ass is exquisite. You pull my hips to yours and pound with such a fury that I am certain I will be ripped in two. But I know that I must please you or face the alternative of never having you again. Suddenly you stop and grab my hair, pulling my head back to look up at you. You twist me around and say "suck this bitch." I take your hard cock into my mouth and suck it as you have previously instructed me. I can taste my ass on your dick and I am humiliated that I have become such a cock whore that I will willingly do this. You know what I am thinking, as you always do, and ask me "so what do you think of yourself now, slut? If you're such a smart girl, how did you find your way here?" My eyes fill with tears, for I know that I cannot answer. This angers you because you expect more of me and you grab my hair and begin forcing my head deeper onto your cock, fucking my face furiously. Suddenly you pull away and shoot loads of your cum onto my face. "Eat it whore! Open your mouth!" you instruct, so of course, I do. "Thank you, sir," I say as you finish. It turns you on to see me covered in your cum. You reach down and take a taste for yourself, wishing it were that of another man. Thoughts of me being taken at your direction by a group of black men does quick work on your cock and soon it is ready to go again. "On the bed, face down, ass up," you command. I climb blindly onto the bed, my face covered with drying cum. I plant my face in the pillows, hoping I can clean some of your cum from my face so that I may see. But of course, you know what I am doing. You grab the back of my head and push it further into the pillow. "If you want pillow in your face, then that's what you'll get bitch," you growl. I begin to struggle, it is getting hard to breathe. As you feel me squirm underneath you, you stick your rigid cock into my pussy and begin to fuck me. I try to 'tap out', but you hold me there until I can barely breathe. Finally you let me come up for air as you continue pound me. I am shaking with fear and excitement, for I trust that you will not hurt me in any way that I do not deserve. "You like that whore?" you ask. "Yes, sir," I respond and I am hungry for more. "But do you think you are worthy," you ask. "Yes," I say. You stop fucking me, I see the flash in your eyes and know that I have made a mistake in not calling you with the title you deserve. "Yes sir!" I immediately correct myself. "Too late, bitch." You fucked up this time." You pull out of my pussy, which is aching for more and pull me by the hair into the bathroom. "Get into the tub," you instruct. As I crawl in to the tub, I wonder what you will do for my punishment. "If you want to be disrespectful, then you will need to be humbled so that you never make the mistake again." As I look up at you pleading for mercy, you ask if I am ready. Before I can answer, your stream begins to rain down on me. Onto my face, my tits, everywhere. "No!" I cry out. In response you tell me to open my mouth and drink your piss. I know this is the only way to redeem myself in your eyes, so I do it. You finish and turn and walk into the other room, leaving me covered in your piss, crying softly and waiting for your next command. Finally you call me to you. "You've been a good little fuck whore today," you say. I am surprised at your tender tone of voice for I thought you were angry with me. "I am glad you are pleased, sir," I reply. "Oh yes, and our next adventure together will please me even more now that you have learned a lesson." You dress, kiss my lips softly and leave. As I shower, I am left wondering what you have planned for me next week. A Tale of Submission It was hard for me to understand why I had been invited to his dinner party. I had just begun my new job working for a professor at school. It was mostly grading and paperwork, but it gave me the extra money I needed to finish my classes. He had been my professor only the year before, and his dark eyes had made it very difficult to sit still in class. I would listen to his lectures, as if hypnotized. A powerful presence with vast amounts of knowledge, which he seemed to hand out to students in pieces, as if there was always more to know or he was hiding something. Each time I had been in class, I would look into his eyes and suddenly became engrossed in his spell. I rarely took notes. Not knowing what to wear, I had chosen a simple black dress and heels. I was not sure if this was a formal party or not, his call had been very brief. The silk clung closely to my curves, showing off my creamy skin, draping softly through the front, accentuating my breasts. The fabric moved across my breasts, always stimulating, making my nipples visibly hard. I almost stopped and changed. Why would I choose to wear such a dress? As I brushed out my long red hair, I realized there was no hope. He was so overwhelming, the most I could do, was stammer a weak "Yes, Sir", whenever I was asked to do an assignment. I arrived on time and very nervously rang the doorbell. He opened the door with a smile on his face and invited me inside. Immediately, I noticed that I was his only guest and the shocked look on my face must have shown, to which he replied, "This dinner party is for you, would you care to join me?" I could not even answer from the shock I was in, but followed him anyway. "There is something I have been wanting to speak with you about," he said, as he offered me a glass of wine. He led me to a seat near the fireplace, a beautifully carved mahogany bench. I was thankful for the glass of wine, I drank it quickly, hoping it would calm my nerves. He continued looking over my body and smiling. I felt as though I was completely naked, as though he could see right through my dress. He poured me another glass of wine, as the first glass started calming me. "I wanted to speak to you about something that has troubled me for some time. I also thought it best if we speak in private," he said. My mind began racing, trying to think of what it could be. Had I made a mistake at work? I couldn't think of anything. "Is there something I have done to make you uncomfortable around me? Why won't you speak to me?" "I'm just nervous, I thought there would be other guests." I squirmed nervously as he seemed to look right through me. "What is the meaning of this?" "I wanted to talk to you alone, and I didn't think you would come otherwise," he stopped and looked directly into my eyes. His eyes were so dark, I couldn't bear to continue, but I couldn't pull myself away either. Just as the intensity between us forced me to look away, the phone rang. He excused himself to answer the phone, and was quickly gone from the room. I finally let out a deep sigh, a weight lifted from my chest and felt as though I could breathe once more. I tried to think, about what had just happened. Had I been lured here? What did he really want to speak to me about? My mind drifted, through the calmness that had come over me because of the wine. I started looking around his home, and at the fireplace, where a fire was burning bright. After getting lost gazing at the fire, I realized he had been gone for some time. I stood up and curiously began looking for him. I walked around the corner, and could see he was not in the kitchen. I wasn't sure which room he had gone to. There was a hallway to my right, and was sure that I had heard him go in this direction. I felt as nervous as a child, having never been in his home before, half expecting him to come around the corner and frighten me. The doors were all shut, except the one at the end of the hall. I headed in that direction, thinking that I would find him there. The hall was long and narrow; it seemed endless as I approached the door. I opened the door slowly, and stood amazed at what I had found. It took my breath away. I had to hold on to the frame of the door to steady myself. I stood and stared, but could not pull myself away. Not sure if I was scared or shocked, I only knew that I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a perfect replica of an ancient castle dungeon, within the house. There were stone covered walls, and shackles, paddles, and various other torture implements that I could not even name. I just stared speechless, holding onto the doorway to keep my balance. I could not believe what I was seeing, yet I couldn't take my eyes away either. I stood there for a long time, not knowing what to do. Should I turn and run, freak out or look some more? My curiosity at once began to get the best of me and I wanted to look inside. As I finally had the nerve to take a further peak, I took a deep breath and began to step into the room. I was stopped immediately, as his arms encircled my waist, and he whispered, his hot breath dangerously close to my neck, causing me to shiver. "Charlie, you must understand the consequences if you enter this room," he said in a deep voice. I turned around to face him, looked into his eyes and tried to read what was there. He simply looked amused, and said, "I think you would understand the purpose of such a room. If you choose to enter, then you must be prepared for the consequences." I thought he was teasing me. "The consequences?" I asked. But suddenly he looked very serious, almost formidable. "Yes, Charlie, there will be consequences. I am sure you have a very good idea of the purpose of this room, you are not a child my dear. I'm sorry I stepped away, but this is one thing I had wanted to speak to you about." He was holding me tightly as I took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself. I tried to look in his eyes for answers, but now they were looking at me in amusement. I was sure he could feel me shaking with fear, and a hot desire for him was coming over me. I had always wanted him, but I thought that I was the only one that knew it. How could he have known? "Charlie, if you choose to enter this room, then you choose to belong to me. I will do with you whatever I will. You will serve me, and fulfill my every desire, sometimes in pleasure, other times in pain. I promise I will never hurt you, so tell me, are you willing to give yourself to me?" I stood there, shaking, not knowing what to say. I kept looking at him for the answer, but all I could do was think about how wet I was getting, being so close to him. He was holding me there firmly, against the doorway. I couldn't understand why that the more tightly he held me there, the wetter I was getting. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I looked directly at him and said, "Yes." I took his hand and followed him into the room. The massiveness caught me by surprise. There was even a huge four-poster bed in the center of the room. He grabbed hard pulling me harder into his body and kissed me ever so softly. The soft kisses rapidly became forceful, as his fingers in my hair kept me from pulling away. I could not breathe and the room began to swirl around me. His lips forced my own lips apart, devouring me. I pushed him away, quickly trying to pull myself together. "I'm sorry Sir, I can't imagine how foolish I must look" "What you look like my dear, is a very naughty little girl. I think you want to play games and satisfy your very wet pussy. It is wet, isn't it?" He grabbed my wrist, and pulled me back against him. "Tell me I am wrong, Charlie. Tell me, and I will let you go. He held his grip firm, as I stared up at him. I was frightened, and excited at the same time. I couldn't understand all the intense emotions that were over-whelming me. I stood there shaking, not knowing what to say, yet realizing that my panties were getting very wet at the thought of his idea. He stepped back, and looked me over from head to toe, so slowly I began to tremble. Comforting me, he then pulled me back to him, and I could feel how powerful he was as I simply crumbled and melted right into his arms. His breath was hot against me as he placed a soft kiss against my neck, and whispered again, "Charlie, tell me I'm wrong." I stood there, trembling, not knowing what to say. I looked up at him, and all I could manage as I looked into his eyes, was "Yes Sir." I didn't even know what I was saying. His strong arms pulled me in even closer, and with one hand he lifted the front of my dress, and used one finger to brush lightly against my very wet panties. He smiled and looked down at me, "You're a dishonest, naughty little girl. Tell me again you want to leave." I stammered, "N-no Sir, I m-meant I want to stay." My nervousness was evident in my softly stuttering my reply. His demeanor somehow changed his grip still firm as he looked down softly at me. A wave of calm came over me, and I sunk further against his body, his arms never letting up. He looked me in the eyes and asked again, "Charlie, do you want to stay? Do you understand what I'm asking of you?" "Yes Sir, I do understand." "Well, do you?" he said almost laughingly. "We will see. Take your dress off Charlie." I wanted nothing more than to please him as I turned in his arms and he pulled my long hair aside. He tugged at the zipper, unzipped the back of my dress, and it fell to the floor. His hands held me in place as he stood there gazing at my body. His eyes traveled upward, looking at my black silk stockings and garter. I flushed as I realized my black lace trimmed panties were soaking wet. He reached out his hand, and pulled the front clasp of my bra open, pushing it open and cupping my creamy breasts. I gasped at his touch, dug my fingers into him as I ached for more. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me close and with one hand he reached down and felt the dampness of my panties. "Take these off, too, Charlie," he whispered as he slid them to the floor. "You have been a very naughty girl." He shoved me against the full-length mirror, pressing against my back and whispered, "Look at yourself standing here in your stockings, with your pussy so wet. This is what I think of every time I see you." He reached down and touched my pussy, gently stroking my clit, and causing me to shudder as intense heat swept through my body. "I have just the thing for naughty girls," he continued whispering. With that he quickly turned me around, and bent me over the bed. "Mmmm your ass is so lovely and you know I think a spanking would take care of a naughty girl like you." I gasped, and tried to squirm away, but he was too strong. His hands began rubbing and exploring my upturned bottom and his fingers slid across my pussy. I had never ached for someone so much, and then...Smack! With his hand he gave me a hard stinging slap. I gasped, and amazed myself, as I shook with an orgasm. Smack! There was another stinging slap, and I was shaking. He stopped and massaged where he had spanked me. It felt so warm. He slid his hand between my legs and stroked my wet pussy. He rubbed my clit, and I moaned. I felt myself becoming lost in my thoughts, aching even more for him. I shuddered with another orgasm, as he spanked me again. Smack! Smack! Again, the pain was followed with more touching, and rubbing. Smack! This one brought tears to my eyes, yet I ached for more. "I think you've had enough, Charlie," he whispered in my ear. He scared me breathless with his strength as he pulled me around suddenly, and in one swift movement laid me across his bed. His hands began to slowly move down my body, caressing me, his tongue creating a trail behind them. He leaned over and began sucking my breast and teasingly nibbled on them. I wanted to feel his cock inside me so badly that I squirmed and moaned under his touch. The need became much more intense, and I cried out as I grabbed at him, and began pulling his clothes off too. He reached over and continued rubbing my clit. He slowly slid a finger inside my wetness and began to move it in and out. As he began to slowly fuck me with his fingers, my hips rose to meet him. I let out another louder moan, as I cum with his fingers pushing inside of me. A sigh escaped his lips telling me without words that he was pleased. He pulled me down to him and said, "Now suck my cock, Charlie." I looked at him with a smile, and I had a driving need to have my mouth around his cock as much as he wanted it. I kissed him deeply and began to kiss and nibble down his neck. I could feel the heat as I ached for his cock to be in my mouth. Slowly I began kissing and licking him down his body getting lower and lower till my mouth was just above his hard and beautiful cock. As I smiled up at him, he reached down to stroke my hair, curling his hands around it. Tightening his grip, he pushed his hard cock into my mouth, forcing it to the back of my throat. I couldn't believe how much my pussy was dripping from his forcefulness. I craved more. I began licking his cock all over, with my tongue going up and down his shaft. I began just sucking on his head, looking at him, teasing. My hands caressed his balls stroking softly as I continued teasing, sucking only his head. I began to take him in further, inch-by-inch. Once I had all of his hard cock in my mouth, my lips tightened around its base. I swirled my tongue all over his cock, as I moved up and down. His hips bucked against me, pushing his cock all the way to my throat. He grabbed more of my hair, and held my head tight against him. I was so turned on by his sense of need that I shuddered with another orgasm. His hips and my mouth were moving faster against each other, as he fucked my mouth and throat with force. I ran my tongue wildly all over his cock, while I passionately sucked him harder and harder. I feel his cock swelling inside my mouth. It was hard not to smile, a devilish smile, knowing I controlled him now. I knew he was going to cum, and began to pull my hands up and down his shaft in rhythm. Then he suddenly pulled me back, his deep voice almost growling out, "Stop. Get up on your knees." He didn't have to tell me twice as I jumped up with excitement, I wanted him in me so badly. I moved up on all fours, proudly showing off my ass with its red marks from my spanking still there. He positioned himself behind me, trailing a finger across the small of my back, down the crack of my ass and reaching its destination he slowly slid his fingers inside of me. I was in ecstasy, moaning and groaning. My moans drove him to produce more sounds from my lips as he slid his tongue softly inside my inner thigh. As his hot breath hovered momentarily over my clit, I grabbed his head and my hips rose to meet his lips. Kissing and sucking on my clit, I squirmed to get away, yet he held me firmly in place and thrust his tongue inside of me. I shook and moaned loudly as another orgasm sent me into higher realms. He moved behind me, rubbing me and teasing me with his cock. He rubbed his head slowly up and down, back and forth, never pushing further until I was pleading with him. "Please fuck me! Oh please." He grabbed my hips and in one thrust shoved his swollen hard cock deep inside me. I screamed in delight and joy. As he began fucking me harder and harder I pushed my hips hard up against him. Sheer ecstasy swept over me, as I began to cum, and without control as I had one orgasm after another, nonstop. Shaking, uncontrollably, and with a burning desire still aching through me, he pushed further, smiling down on me as I fucked me harder and harder, causing more electricity to flow through and out of my body. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, as I continued to cum. He fucked me harder still, pulling it out and pushing it deeper and deeper inside of me. Just as I thought I would faint, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm about to cum Charlie, I want you to suck it out. Turn around here and do as you're told." With wetness still running down my leg, I quickly turned around and grabbed his hard cock. I never wanted anything more. I shoved my mouth on his cock and wouldn't let go. I stroked him with my hands, while sucking hard and hungrily. I could taste my own juices on him. As I felt him begin to swell, he grabbed my head and pushed it hard down on his cock, swelling and shooting his sweet tasting cum deep into my throat. I loved the taste of his hot cum mixing with the taste of my own pussy. I sucked harder to get every last drop. He was groaning while he pushed my head into his groin. I licked him clean, slowly savoring every taste of him. I curled up in his arms and felt his breathing slow. I did not expect this when I had come over, but I had desired it in my heart for what seemed like forever. His arms tightened around me, as he pulled me closer to him. "You are wonderful, Charlie. I want you to stay, become my submissive. Can you give me that?" he asked. My heart was pounding with joy at what he had asked. " Would you consider this, my pet?" I snuggled closer to him, blissful and complete. "Yes, Sir, I have wanted to be yours for a very long time." I felt so secure in his arms as I began to doze off to sleep. I sleepily blinked my eyes and noticed some leather cuffs on the corner of the bed. I sat up with a start, my eyes wide and asked, "Sir what are those for?" He laughed, pulled me in close to him and simply whispered, "Tomorrow." With that I fell asleep in his arms, dreaming about tomorrow. ~The End~ ****Note to readers: Though I have edited some spelling and grammatical errors recently, this is the first piece of erotica that I had ever written. I hope over time my writing has improved, but first accomplishments always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you for your time in reading my story today. I hope you enjoyed it. A Tale of Submission This is a fantasy not real life. I do not recommend doing anything mentioned this story (except winning the lottery!) ******************* Melissa was bored. The lottery win had been great at first. Telling her boss, Mr. Bulmer, where he could stick his filing cabinet had been exciting, she would never forget the look on his face. She had loved the thought of spending three months on a luxury yacht with her husband more than she actually enjoyed the trip, much as she loved Jemmy. He was a sweet man, and wonderful in bed, but he couldn't bring himself to treat her as she wanted – rough! Jemmy was going to be away all week watching a golf tournament so Melissa had the house to herself. She gave a wicked grin as the doorbell rang. This would be Randy, the dom she had hired. She didn't believe for a minute the name was real! Early in their marriage she had confessed to her wish to be dominated. Jemmy had tried. He loved her, wanting to please her, but he was too gentle to play such a part convincingly. His slaps were little more than love-pats He stopped whenever she said 'Stop!' even after Melissa had explained how safe-words should be used. . When she found out how much a professional dominant charged Melissa had second thoughts. She had decided against employing Randy, but then Jemmy had seen Randy's card lying on her desk, and been amazingly sympathetic. 'You want to do this?' Melissa nodded, ashamed at being found out. 'I thought about it, but he is far too expensive.' 'What is all this money for if not to be spent? Use it, enjoy yourself.' 'You don't mind?' Jemmy sat down to hold her hand. 'You know I love you, We both know I can't do this dominating stuff properly. If you want to do it, go ahead. I'll keep out of your way. I want you to be happy.' 'You'll still love me?' Jemmy's kiss was proof enough. Melissa shook herself back into the present. She caught sight of herself in her mirror as she headed towards the door. Randy had sent her clothes to wear for their first session. Her skirt barely covered her ass, at his request she wore no underwear. The blouse above looked like something Melissa supposed a whore would wear. She certainly had never revealed so much cleavage before. Her nipples were barely hidden. With a glint in her eye she pulled on the fabric a little to reveal one of them and grinned with excitement before pushing it back into place. Her lipstick was a bright red, layered on with care, and her eyes were outlined in black. Her face didn't look like it was hers any more. 'Mrs. Starkey?' 'Yes.' Melissa looked up at the man. She was tall for a woman, but he was taller. Well developed muscles swelled his shirt, showing his power. To her surprise his skin was a dark-brown, nearly black. She didn't know why she had assumed a dom would be white, and scolded herself internally for this prejudice. With no further word Randy hugged her to him, pushing up her dress enough to put a large finger into her vagina to feel the wetness there. Then he slapped her butt cheeks, hard. 'Yes what?' 'Yes Master.' She remembered the instructions on the piece of paper he had sent her. 'You need to be punished for that, slave.' 'Yes Master.' Before she had time to think about what he had said, Randy had lowered himself to sit on a chair in the hall holding her head down on one side of his lap, as he lifted her skirt with the other. She cried out at the first blow to her bare butt. This was nothing like anything she had played with Jemmy. Randy's blows hurt. 'Quiet or you'll get more.' His hard hand hit her soft buttocks again. Melissa was sure he had left a red handprint there, but she managed to stifle a scream. 'Better slut. If I allow you to be my slave I expect you to be quiet and respectful.' 'Yes Master.' On his fifth slap Melissa sobbed, keeping it as quiet as she could. Randy lifted her head and grinned at her as he felt her tears hit his jeans. He wiped her eyes with a finger, showing her that he was aware of her pain. It didn't stop him though, seconds later he pushed her head back down so he could deliver five more slaps, the last two of which hit under her buttocks, in a particularly tender spot. 'Slave position!' Melissa had read enough BDSM stories on-line to understand. She knelt in front of him, legs apart, with her hands palm up on her thighs, offering herself to him. 'Good girl.' Randy patted her head like one would a dog. Nevertheless Melissa was absurdly pleased with his praise. 'Undo me.' He needed to explain no further, Melissa knelt up to undo the button on his jeans before opening his flies. She stared for a second in shock as his cock burst from the opening, wondering how his tight jeans had held all that. 'Like what you see?' 'Yes Master.' Melissa wasn't too sure, but felt this was the safest response. 'Feed my trouser-snake' Melissa had no idea what he meant, but Randy soon made it plain by pushing her head onto his cock. She took a deep breath, but was soon choking on it. Ignoring her protests, Randy held her head still until she managed to breathe through her nose. He pushed her even further down. Melissa wasn't sure she could take it all without splitting a lip, but Randy kept pushing until his shaft was in her throat, she gagged, but did not move away. She wanted to obey her new master. 'Good, my slave, keep going, only a little bit more.' He placed his hands to the back of her head pushing her firmly, cruelly, onto his hardness, totally disregarding Melissa's need to breathe as she was pushed against his pelvis by his relentless hand. She tried to push away, but his grip was firm. She was rapidly losing consciousness when she felt his cum gush deep into her throat. Melissa stopped trying to breathe. She knew her life depended on her Master. She was his slave to use as he wished. She gagged as another wave of his cum hit her, then another. Randy laughed as he felt the woman beneath him surrender absolutely, collapsing into an unconsciousness heap as he finished using her mouth. He carried her into the main room of the house, searching for their drinks cabinet. When he found it he poured a glass of whisky. He wouldn't get drunk while servicing a slave, but on the other hand helping himself to a little of their liquor would show her who was in charge. He forced Melissa's mouth open to pour from the bottle straight into her mouth. A few seconds later Melissa roused, coughing as the whisky stung her throat. Unsure what had happened she looked around, finding herself on the floor. Randy was standing over her, whisky in hand, his clothes restored to their former coolly immaculate appearance, while she was sprawled on a rug, her skirt pulled up to her waist. One tit was poking out of her neckline. Melissa knew she looked a mess compared to Randy. She hastened to kneel in front of him, offering herself again. 'Good slave. Now strip.' Melissa pulled her blouse over her head, not bothering to undo the buttons. Her skirt was loose enough to be removed the same way, so she had no need to leave her position. Keeping his eyes on her, Randy sat on their sofa. 'You have had your punishment, now I am going to hurt you because I like to do it. Do you want to use your safe word, or shall I continue, slave?' Melissa thought back to her earlier punishment, her ass cheeks still throbbed a little. Could she stand any more slaps? Did she want to? She could feel a crust of dried dampness on her thighs where it had run during her punishment. 'Yes Master you can continue' she answered, with trepidation. 'The slave is sure?' 'Yes Master, I'm sure.' Randy ran his large hand over the red marks on her butt, teasing her before he hit her. Melissa bit her lip hard as his blow landed, knowing better than to make a noise. After five strokes Randy paused. He rested one hand on her butt, holding her in place as he took a sip of the excellent whisky. Randy regretted having wasted some of it on reviving his slave. She had rested long enough, he put his glass down, to give her ten more. By now Melissa was unable to stop sobbing. For a first timer she was doing well, so Randy accepted this without imposing any more punishment. A hand between her thighs showed how aroused she was by this treatment, so he made his last five slaps even harder, pleased when she managed not to cry out loud. Strong slaves were such fun. Randy helped Melissa to her feet. He looked her over coldly as she stood in naked in front of him, giving no sign of his enjoyment as her boobs jiggled slightly with the shaking of her legs as she struggled to stay upright. Unable to resist he stood up to hold her naked body close to his clothed one and kissed her. She gasped for a second before melting into his arms and returning his kiss with passion. Randy knew he was going to enjoy tormenting this slave. He hoped she would engage him often. H hadn't had a full-time slave for far too long. Melissa would be ideal if he could persuade her. 'Bedroom?' he asked. Melissa led him there. Following his instructions she took off his clothes, folding each item carefully placing it on a table. 'This is where your husband makes love to you?' 'Yes Master.' 'Forget all about him, you belong to me for this week. This is our bed not his, remember. Your body belongs to me not him for a whole week.' Making the woman think about her husband was a risk, but Randy was sure he had gauged Melissa's mindset accurately. He wanted her frightened about Jemmy finding her in Randy's arms. She would know it was unlikely, but for a submissive such fear was often exciting. 'Who do you belong to slave?' 'You Master.' 'Who does your cunt belong to?' Melissa balked a little at the crude word. Randy smiled at her expression. 'You Master.' Randy lay on her bed face up. Melissa started to walk towards him. 'Did I say you could move?' A red blush of shame swept across her cheeks showed Randy how much Melissa was enslaved to him. 'No Master.' As punishment he made her stand for several minutes before giving her his next instruction. 'Fuck me!' He expected her to have trouble with his size, but Melissa was still wet from his punishment, she only took her three thrusts to push him in fully. She leant forward to kiss him. Randy forgave her, she had not had slave training yet. He pushed her back into a sitting position on top of his cock. 'Your cunt is fucking my cock, nothing else is needed slave.' Melissa blushed again. 'I'm sorry Master. Will you need to punish me again?' 'Quiet slut-toy, I'm busy.' Randy lay still until Melissa brought him close to the edge, and then he held tightly onto her hips as he thrust into her. 'That was satisfactory, slave.' There was no hint of his satisfaction in his voice, or his face. 'Do you need to punish me for moving inappropriately?' Randy's mind smiled, although he kept his face stern. Melissa would make a perfect slave if he trained her properly. 'Do you think I should?' 'Yes Master.' She was still obediently kneeling over him, although his cock had shrunk from her. Randy pushed himself up on one elbow so he could use his other hand to slap her left boob. He watched her face as she valiantly tried to keep silent in spite of her pained shock. He hit again, and again. He swapped arms, and boobs to repeat this on her right. Randy repeated this until her boobs were red enough to match her lipstick, pleased when she didn't even cry this time, just looked at him solemnly as he battered her. She stayed kneeling on the floor watching him as he got dressed. With a gesture he ordered her to follow him downstairs, and to kneel on the floor of the main room while he finished his abandoned whisky. 'Do you still want to be my slave.?' 'Yes Master, for a full week, as agreed.' Randy pulled something from his pocket. As it unfolded on the table she saw a black leather collar with two padlocks. 'Eight o'clock tomorrow I'll come for you. All you will wear is that collar.' Still kneeling on the floor Melissa heard their front door shut behind him. She hugged her throbbing breasts. Randy had been everything she asked for. Her hand snaked towards the leather collar. She could refuse to wear it, but she knew she wouldn't. For a whole week she would be Randy's. She decided to sleep first, consciously allowing anticipation to build before accepting her fate. She also knew sleep was unlikely, given her current excitement. She was sure her new Master would not want her using a vibrator; she must knew she must save her orgasms for Randy. Drinking coffee the next morning Melissa shivered, looking over an inch or so of snow which sprinkled their lawn. The room was warm enough, but Melissa was naked. She had been naked all night, not wanting to break Randy's spell over her. At ten to eight Melissa picked up his collar and placed it around her neck. She relaxed as she clicked both padlocks closed, slipping into her role as Randy's slave without a qualm. It didn't feel right to sit in a chair, so she knelt on the floor, carefully flexing her legs from time to time to prevent them cramping. When the door bell sounded she wanted to be ready to answer it quickly. Randy arrived outside Melissa's house shortly after eight, pulling his car to a stop on their grand driveway about fifty yards from Melissa's front door, but out of sight. He turned on his stereo, keeping it quiet and waited knowing his waiting slave would be impatient; making her wait would enhance his mastery over her. He was sure Melissa would accept his collar. She had been too turned on by his dominance last night to refuse. At half past he looked at his watch, deciding she had suffered enough. He shrugged into his thick leather coat and headed towards his waiting slave. Melissa was waiting exactly as Randy had planned, impatient but ready for any torment he might throw at her. For the past ten minutes she had been worrying in case he had been delayed by a car accident. Only her master could unlock her collar, Melissa didn't relish having to explain her bondage to anyone else as she asked them to cut her free. She had risen a few times and paced to the window to look out for him, only to feel guilty and return to her kneeling position, which she mentally she felt more comfortable in. When her doorbell finally rang she leapt to her feet to greet her Master. He regarded her coolly. 'Ready.' 'Yes Master.' Melissa felt a freezing breeze on her bare flesh as Randy left the door open. He turned her collar until its 'D' ring was at the front clipping on a long strap, like a lead. When he started to pull her outside Melissa resisted, horrified. She had long forgotten his exact words the night before – when he had told her he would come for her. Now she realised he was going to lead her into the snow as she was. There was no sign of his car. 'Come.' Randy's anger was acted, but he was a good actor. Melissa allowed him to pull her into the snow, her bare feet slipping on an ice-covered step. Randy steadied her with a gloved hand, but said nothing. Randy was pleased with how readily Melissa had accepted the situation as his shivering naked slave followed her warmly dressed Master fifty cold yards to his car. 'Good girl' Randy muttered as he pushed her onto the back floor of his car, draping a blanket over her to hide her from casual view as he drove off. Gradually Melissa's shivering stopped in his car's warmth. She was absurdly pleased to have obeyed her Master, allowing herself to abandon all thoughts of her own comfort to please Randy. After the mixed emotions of the previous evening she wondered what was in store for her today. When booking Randy as her Dom she had asked for a mixture of sex and pain. So far he had delivered everything she had asked. Randy gave his name, presumably at a guard post then a mechanical gate lifted for him to drive under. This time she only had to walk a few yards through the snow before he opened the door to a large house. Not as large as Melissa's but decorated just as lavishly. She was given no time for sightseeing. 'Arms behind your back.' Melissa obeyed. He bound her wrists tightly, but not painfully. 'I want you to meet a friend of mine, Mistress Nina. Don't forget you are my slave, not hers, but I may ask her to punish you. She can whip a slave far better than I can.' He led Melissa upstairs, still using pulling her leash. From the top of the stairs Melissa could hear a whip being wielded, and faint muffled cries of pain. Randy led her towards these sounds. As they entered the room Mistress Nina stopped whipping long enough for Randy to make introductions. He ignored the man being punished as if he didn't exist. Melissa couldn't take her eyes from the sight in front of her. The man was hooded probably gagged as well, judging by the sounds he was making. His legs were covered, so all she could see was his back. It was covered in bruises of various hues, some obviously recent, others a day or two old. Many recent red marks were bleeding. 'Oh don't worry about him, my dear. He loves it. He took two sessions of fifty strokes yesterday. He has taken twenty this morning, so only thirty more to go. Isn't that right slave?' The slave nodded. 'Do you want to give your safe word?' Mistress Nina asked her slave. He shook his head. 'Take a seat. I'll get to you in a minute.' Melissa sat in the indicated hard chair watching fascinated as Nina administered more strokes. Her slave hissed as his mistress ran her hands over the marks on his back. Melissa watched Nina's satisfied face harden as the mistress drew back her wicked looking black whip, bringing it down on her slave's buttocks. For a second his head lifted, then he groaned sinking back down with another red mark striping his back. Melissa turned to look up at Randy, horrified. 'Don't worry, you only get twenty strokes.' It didn't ease Melissa's worry very much, but she forced herself to sit still to watch his beating continue. When it finished the slave lay still for several minutes before allowing his mistress to help him to his feet. He was clearly exhausted but Melissa noticed his penis was sticking up proudly. 'We'll deal with your sad cock later.' Nina told him, patting it. From the tone of her voice what she had planned would not be pleasant. Melissa tried not to think about it. The slave shivered in fear. While Mistress Nina was taking the male slave away Randy put a huge ball-gag into Melissa's mouth. She could hardly get her lips around it as he secured its harness around her head. She could not prevent herself from drooling, and before long spit was dripping down her face falling onto her breasts. Randy pulled a hood over her head, effectively blindfolding her, before securing it around her neck. 'There, now you can concentrate on Mistress Nina's lashes.' The hood was thick enough to muffle his words. Melissa was becoming excited at the thought of a proper whipping and compliantly allowed him to secure her arms and legs to the padded table she where she lay, effectively immobilised. With the hood on, she did not hear Mistress Nina's return. The first lash paralysed all her muscles for a second as she tried to absorb the pain. She revised her opinion of a 'proper whipping.' 'Do you want me to remove the gag so you can use your safe word?' Randy asked. Melissa seriously considered it. Could she take nineteen more? Would her back finish up looking like the male slave's had? She remembered how excited he had been sexually. Melissa was no weakling, if he had taken a hundred and fifty strokes in two days, Melissa could take twenty. She shook her head as she pushed her butt upwards to take her tormentor's next stroke. Both cheeks shook as the whip hit and Melissa froze again, determined not to scream. A Tale of Submission Above her, Mistress Nina looked at Randy, her eyebrows raised in surprise of the strength in his new slave. He grinned broadly, showing his pride. He knew Melissa would not last long before crying out. Mistress Nina was an expert, but he admired Melissa's guts in trying. It took five lashes before the lash forced Melissa to utter a muffled scream. 'Do you want to stop?' Randy asked, anxiously. As soon as Melissa shook her head the lash hit again. Mistress Nina kept the blows coming at regular intervals, but chose different spots to hit, so it was no good trying to anticipate the blows. Before she finished Melissa found herself in a strange state of mind. Each blow felt harder, hurt her more, yet a part of her accepted the pain, allowing it to become part of her. Gradually she lost all sense of self. She belonged to Randy, who had given her this pain. Nothing else mattered Her shoulders hunched expecting the next blow, but nothing landed – her whipping was over. The large hand on her shoulder was Randy's, her bindings loosened as the hand shifted. She was still hooded as he led her away. Melissa was barely able to stand without crouching over her pain, but Randy did not seem to mind. She screamed through the gag as he laid her on her back on a soft surface, she felt his cock between her legs and stilled. She was his slave. The lashing had excited her, in spite of her pain, making her desperate to cum. Melissa pushed against him showing her eagerness only to feel him pull away. 'Have you forgotten your position?' Melissa shook her head. 'You only cum when I say you can. Understand?' Reluctantly, Melissa shook her head. She wasn't sure how much control she had over her hot, excited body. 'If you disobey me I'll take you back to Mistress Nina.' Randy placed his cock back in her eagerly waiting hole, pleased with her attempts to move slowly enough to keep herself from cumming until permitted. This slave knew her place. He could feel her excitement, but knew she would do her best to obey him. He took her slowly, gently. Melissa allowed him access, stretching her legs as wide as she could, hooking them behind his buttocks. As he started to thrust, her body answered his thrusts, pulsing around him. 'Come my slave.' They both exploded in a shower of mental sparks. Randy felt Melissa sink into a sleep. His slave had had a busy morning. After her induction into slavery the night before she probably hadn't slept much overnight, as she decided whether to surrender to him. Come to think about it, he was pretty tired too. He lay back and closed his eyes. Melissa was woken by strong hands working at her back. 'Lie still slave, I want to get rid of some of your tension.' Randy was a skilled masseur, Melissa relaxed as he worked on her neck. She screamed when he reached the highest of the many lashes, only then becoming aware that she was still wearing the hood and gag. Master wanted her to wear them so gradually she had accepted them as part of herself. They no longer felt strange. 'Such beautiful bruises.' Randy commented, his voice hushed. 'Each one a sign of your trust in me. Let me feel them.' Melissa hadn't thought about it, but he was right. She had given her permission for him to let Mistress Nina do this to her, by accepting her position as his slave, and more overtly by refusing to use her safe word. Randy's fingers hurt terribly, but she forced herself to lie still so her Master could enjoy her marks. Randy again revelled in her compliance to his wishes. He was doing this deliberately to cause her pain, but she was allowing it, not moving. His hand touched a point on her hip which was untouched by lashes. 'Here!' He said. 'This is where I want my brand when you are ready to be my true slave.' Randy laughed as he felt a tremor as the body beneath him trembled with fear. He hoped one day she would allow it. Her husband was weak; Randy would have no trouble persuading him to give his wife to Randy if she was willing. Randy looked down at the bruised back below him, wondering who was really the slave here. Physically she was in his control, but mentally she was rapidly enslaving him, ruining him for all those client 'play slaves' he met in his work. When he had finished tormenting her back Randy tied her legs to the scrolled metalwork below the bed, stretching them a little wider than was comfortable. He tied her hands together behind her back, so that she was lying on them knowing it would increase her discomfort. 'Don't go away' he ordered, his voice full of laughter at her helplessness. Melissa 'humphed' unhappily into her gag as she heard her Master walk away. Tied like this she couldn't push her legs together, and she hadn't had a chance to pee since her early morning cup of coffee. Goodness knows how Randy would punish her if she wet his bed. Her Master was not predictable; she kept finding herself thrown of balance by his demands. Was his comment about branding her just to throw her off balance or had he meant it? Would she ever let him? Where did Jemmy stand in all this? Guiltily Melissa realised she hadn't given her husband a thought since Randy had mentioned him, mockingly, before they had fucked the previous night. She loved her husband deeply, but now Randy had thrown doubts into her mind. She was paying Randy to dominate her for a week, was he planning to keep her enslaved? Was she willing to let him? She didn't know, which bothered her. Randy left Melissa alone for half an hour, knowing the doubts he had placed in her mind would be festering in her psyche. Also he wondered if she would be able to resist peeing in his bed. She had, but was writhing about in obvious agony when he returned. 'Pee?' he suggested quietly, laughing at Melissa's vigorous nodding. It was difficult to get up without letting her bladder leak. Randy pulled on her lead, again laughing as she tried to walk with her thighs pressed together. He led her into a large bathroom pushing her roughly onto the seat. 'Go!' he ordered, sternly. Suddenly Melissa couldn't. Knowing he was watching made it difficult to release in spite of her earlier desperation. 'Obey me, my slave!' It took more than a minute for Melissa to persuade herself to let go. She felt Randy crouch in front of her, knowing he could see everything didn't help her. Eventually she went, pissing out in harsh streams as he laughed at her blushing discomfort. When she had finished he handed her some toilet paper watching her as she wiped. She felt his hands at her throat and then blinked furiously in the brightness of fluorescent light as he removed the hood she had been wearing for so long. 'That's better now I can see my collar on your throat, my slave.' She expected him to remove the ball gag which was now sticking to the top of her dry mouth, but he left it in place. Randy led her into another room, which she looked around with excited dread. This room was clearly used for slave training or punishment. Chains hung from the walls in many places, clearly used to restrain prisoners/clients. Randy held her against him, running his hand against her back quite harshly. Melissa held back a cry of pain, accepting his marks on her without complaint. His belt was cold against her bare chest, but she endured it as a sign of his mastery over her. The air-conditioning in this room was set colder than she liked and Melissa felt her nipples harden. 'A few more lashes and we'll go home to our bed.' Randy chained her in place, giving her no chance to look around the room. Melissa heard his footsteps recede. He was meaning her marital bed. She hadn't reacted last night when he had referred to it as 'our' bed. Now she was again plunged into confusion about where she stood between Randy and Jemmy. In the silence of the room she could hear a faint sobbing. She wished she could call out to comfort the man, presuming it was Miss Nina's slave, but there was nothing she could do. Two sets of footsteps approached, the clattering heels had to belong to Miss Nina, the boots sounded like Randy's. She wondered which of them was going to be hurting her. Now the gag was removed. Melissa drank thirstily from the glass of water held to her mouth, trying to rid herself of the rubber taste. Randy tightened her bonds, holding her still in a spread-eagle position. After the twenty hard lashes she had endured in the morning, five strikes with a flogger was easier to take, even though they left her bottom red. She cried out as Randy released her, brushing her cheeks with his bare hand just enough to re-awaken the pain. He held her tightly, surprising her with a long tantalisingly deep kiss, she responded. It was only her lack of clothing which showed who was Master and who slave. Again Randy blindfolded her, leading her away using the leash. She was glad they didn't have far to walk, since large snowflakes were falling on her skin. Randy paused before opening the car, laughing as he brushed his gloves against her protruding nipples, hardened by the cold. She was soon back on her way home. ************* Melissa knew the smell of home. This was it. Still blindfolded she was taken to her bedroom. 'Who's there?' she was unnerved when she heard a movement which wasn't Randy. 'Don't mind them slave, they are here with my permission. I want you to put on a show for them.' Shock shot down Melissa's spine. 'You aren't videoing this are you? I'm not going to find myself on an internet website in six months time?' 'That is my concern slave, not yours.' Randy pulled her close, his voice sinking to a whisper. 'Today is private.' Melissa wasn't sure how to take his words. She knew he meant it, nothing they did tonight would be made public beyond these four walls, but he had made no promises about the future.' 'Do you want me to fuck you?' 'Yes please Master.' Melissa knew her emotions were showing, but she didn't care. 'Undress me.' With no need for instructions, Melissa carefully undressed him again as she had the previous night. When he kissed her, she hugged him tightly, trying to push her body into his, make them into one being. The blindfold kept her from seeing their 'audience' but she no longer cared who was watching, she urgently wanted Randy inside her. Randy lifted his slave onto the bed, spreading her legs widely, ensuring her wet pussy was displayed for their audience. 'Don't move, give them a good show.' Melissa lay on the bed blindfold, trying to work out what was going on. She could hear a sucking sound, which showed that someone was sucking Randy's cock, getting it hard. She smiled as she felt him approach. 'Beg me to fuck you.' 'Master, please fuck me.' 'Again! Sound like you mean it this time.' 'Fill me up, Master, put you trouser snake in my cunt. Fuck me until you are spent.' She felt him beside her on the bed. 'Put your hungry cunt over me, kiss me tenderly. Show our audience that you are my slave. Nobody else is going to have you tonight.' Melissa paused for a minute, was it true? What about Jemmy? Uncaring, she tossed the thought from her head as she kissed her Master deeply, while swallowing his hard length with her fanny. Deep within her mind she rejected the word 'cunt' except when talking to Randy. 'Come and help.' Melissa looked in Randy's direction, confused. Something wet touched her, a tongue close to her clit which showed his instruction hadn't been aimed at her. This felt a little awkward, she didn't even know if the tongue belonged to a man or a woman. Melissa didn't even know which she preferred it to be. She had no lesbian tendencies, but on the other hand she wasn't sure if she wanted to share Randy with another man. Mentally she shrugged, either way it was Randy's decision, not hers. When Randy shifted his cock inside her she stopped caring as the combination of his movements and the tongue working her pushed her into outer space. She had never orgasmed like that before. She felt hands removing her blindfold, but it was a few breaths before she felt strong enough to open her eyes. She lifted them to smile at Randy who grinned back, looking smug. She felt the tongue still in her opening, although it was no longer licking. She glanced down idly, then tensed in shock. 'Jemmy!' 'Shh. Quiet Slave.' 'But, but, but.' Melissa couldn't manage any coherent words to fling at Randy. He slapped her cheek, hard. 'I said quiet!' Mistress Nina pulled at the collar Jemmy was wearing pulling him to sit where he had been sitting when Melissa had begged Randy to fuck her. As he turned she could see the scars on his back and at long last things fell into place. The slave she had watched punished in the morning was Jemmy. Mistress Nina and Randy had tricked them. 'Slaves you have ten minutes to discuss this. But no touching each other – hear me!' 'Yes, Master.' Melissa and Jemmy answered in chorus. Her Master and Jemmy's Mistress left them alone. 'How did she trick you into watching me?' 'It wasn't a trick Melissa. I knew what was going to happen. I helped to set it up this way.' Melissa stared at him, unable to speak because of her confusion, so Jemmy continued. 'When you brought up the subject of BDSM and domination I started reading about it on-line finding I wanted to be dominated and hurt as much as you did, more even. As soon as we could afford it I started visiting Mistress Nina. Not for sex, she loves to put her slaves into chastity. I found I enjoyed brief periods of chastity, and harsh pain. I also enjoy stories about being cuckolded and humiliated, which is why I encouraged you to visit Randy.' He lowered his head in shame. 'Can you ever forgive me? I used you shamelessly.' It put things in a different light. Being tricked by Mistress Nina and Randy could not have been forgiven, but being tricked by Jemmy, in effect being made a slave under his instructions, gave her a frisson of excitement. 'Of course I forgive you. How much punishment has your mistress given you?' 'These last two days have been the worst, but I urged her to do it. She is going to be extra cruel to me tonight, making me abstain from sex for a while. Are you happy to stay with Randy for the rest of the week, cuckolding me?' 'Yeah, I guess. What on Earth is Mistress Nina going to do to you?' 'She has forbidden me to tell anyone. Even you.' Randy put his head around the door. 'All sorted out? Slave, are you ready to continue?' 'Yes, Master. I want to please both the men in my life.' 'Never mind your pathetic husband, I want you to beg me to take you. Let him see how much you want me.' 'Please Master, Fuck me until I can't stand up.' 'I hope that language was to excite your husband not me!' The disapproval in his voice made Melissa think. She hasten to correct her error. 'Please Master use my body to satisfy your desires.' 'Better.' He growled. 'Get onto all fours.' Melissa did so, feeling his hands on her hanging breasts, kneading and twisting them. 'See, you poor excuse for a man, this is how a slave-woman should be treated.' Jemmy didn't need to be told, Melissa's moans as she thrust against Randy made it quite plain. He watched, cock twitching as Randy thrust into Melissa from behind, getting cries of excitement from his wife which Jemmy had rarely heard. Nina's hand grasped his cock leading him from the room. Randy grinned at them, Melissa, caught up in Randy's thrusting didn't even notice them go. Jemmy was a little hurt, momentarily at his wife's preoccupation, but then shrugged it off. He had engineered this to get himself cuckolded. Melissa was enjoying herself just as he had planned. His mind was hurt but his cock was pulsing even more now. They hadn't got around to decorating the room across the hall, which had stood empty ever since they had bought the house. At some point today Randy had put a rough camp bed in there, equipped with chains. Jemmy allowed Mistress Nina to chain him in place, spread eagle. She looked at him with vicious eyes, fondling her largest whip. 'Safe word?' 'No mistress.' Melissa tensed as guttural scream echoed from their empty room. 'Slave you are not giving me proper attention.' 'Sorry, Master.' Melissa resumed her task of trying to get all of his cock into her mouth. She managed to avoid reacting to Jemmy's harsh screams as she struggled to breathe around the cum being emptied into her throat. Randy was turned on by the screams and it showed, he was again hard, with Melissa's heels digging into his hips as Jemmy's body was pushed next to them. He concentrated on kissing Melissa, making sure her attention was wholly on Randy as he filled her. She winced as he put his hands on her still-sore back, but was soon rocking against him in orgasm. Only when they had slumped did the lovers pay attention to Jemmy's body beside them on the bed. Jemmy's face was white, his hands grasping his cock. Since everybody in the room had seen him naked several times, Melissa didn't understand why, until she saw tears running down his face. 'Come on, cuckold show your wife.' The amusement in Randy's face was not pleasant. Jemmy moved his hands to his side revealing his penis. Ten red stripes showed, evenly spaced down its length. He had obviously been roused by the actions of his wife and her lover, but his cock had not fully been able to rise, it was at half mast, bent a little sideways at the point of one of the whip marks. 'Christ, Nina. That's harsh even for you.' The amusement had left Randy's face, now he looked a little sick. 'He asked for chastity, I gave it to him.' Nina defended herself with no show of remorse. 'He'll recover in time. You can use his bitch whenever you want until then.' She winked at Randy, who got the message. He started to knead at Melissa's breast, drawing her attention away from her husband, but ensuring that Jemmy was watching. Melissa shot Jemmy an apologetic look, but when he grinned in encouragement in spite of his tears she returned Randy's embrace. Being this man's slave was exhausting. Jemmy left the bed to give them room, and joined Nina on a chair to watch. 'Okay, slave?' 'Yes mistress, thank-you mistress.' He winced as she touched his shaft, which was swaying at a drunken angle as it again tried to stand up as he watched Randy cuckolding him. He grinned. The two of them were well matched in temperament, he hoped Randy was as keen to dominate Melissa as she was to be dominated. Perhaps he could persuade Randy to cuckold him for longer than the week he had been paid for. Randy stopped the kiss to put a hand on the spot on Melissa's hip he had earlier earmarked for a permanent brand. He looked at her with a question in his eyes. 'We'll see.' Melissa's voice was warm, she understood what he was asking, and was not rejecting the idea outright. Randy could only hope.