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A Lesson Learned

By: stickylolli



She is sitting at the computer and wondering what it is that her husband does so late every night. She doesn't know where to begin but she knows she has to find out. She is a little afraid, as the questions roll in her mind. The thoughts are making her tremble, "what if I find something I don't want to find?" she says aloud into the silence of the empty room. She knows he goes into the chat rooms but what is it that he does there? 

The chat icon is calling to her 'click here' it says in her mind so she does.

At first, the rolling lines of the room do not make sense to her, so she just watches. She realizes that the "asl" that people keep typing in the room means age, sex, location, so she types hers into the room. At first, she doesn't see a response, then someone types "hi" and ask her about her profile. She explains that it is her husbands name and that she doesn't have a name of her own. She isn't even sure if she knows how to make one. 

He tells her it's ok and that he has a picture if she wants to see what he looks like. She thinks about it a minute and types into the room "sure why not." When the email arrives, she is a little afraid to open it. As she watches the picture open onto the screen, she sees a rather heavy man with no shirt; she laughs to herself and wonders what she is supposed to say. When he sends her and instant message, she just types in "nice." 

He types, "Do you have a pic?" 

She answers back "I am new to this. This is my first time in a chat room and you are the first person I have talked to online. I am sorry I don't have a picture."

He is very sweet and she doesn't have the heart to tell him that she really isn't attracted to him, so she keeps typing in the little box. It is just everyday chitchat really "how are you?," "are you married?," "do you have kids?," and "where are you from?" 

They talk for about 10 minutes when he finally gets around to what's on his mind. The ding of the incoming message has become familiar to her and when the ding comes, again it is an unfamiliar question. "So... what do you have on?" he has typed into the little box. 

She laughs to herself and looks down at her comfortable sweats and favorite tee, but types into the little box "jean skirt and a red tank."

When the ding comes, again the words in the box are just "mmmmm."

She laughs again and watches as the words pop into her box "how short is the skirt?"

She lies once again and types, "Mini."

Again, the ding brings words that make her smile, "what's under the skirt?"

She types back another lie, "nothing."

She thinks to herself that this is kind of fun and wonders if this is what her husband does online almost every night. Is there more or is this it?

The man on the other side of this cyber conversation types back, "take your top off."

She types back, "ok." 

He types back, "I am naked and playing with myself."

She types back, "Really?"

When the box dings again, it says, "Really do you want to see?"

She is somewhat shocked and again she lets out a giggle. She types, "Sure why not."

"K brb" appears in the box, she is confused but types back, "ok." She has no idea what k brb means and she doesn't want to sound stupid so she doesn't ask. When he comes back he types, "Ygm." Now she is really confused and has to ask, "YGM? What does that mean?" He answers, "You've got mail (YGM)."

She tells him thank you and opens the email. She closes her eyes to keep from looking and waits a few minutes before she is brave enough to reopen them. When she does, she pushes her chair back and covers her mouth to keep from laughing aloud. The picture is of a completely nude man. He is holding his hard on in one big meaty hand and grinning at her. She has no idea what she is supposed to say now. "Oh my God" she whispers into her hand as it continues to cover her mouth.

He tells her that he is so hard and he needs to cum. She has never been exposed to anything like this before and doesn't think today is the day for her to start. She types into her box, "I don't think I want to do this" and clicks the box closed.

The box pops up and in it he has typed, "But baby I need you!"

She clicks the box closed again and laughs, thinking "how can he possibly need me, he doesn't even know me." The idea is ridiculous, needing someone that you have never met. When he doesn't IM her again she sighs with relief and leaves that chat room. 

She continues her search for what it is that her husband finds so interesting about this cyber life. When she stumbles across a room called Cyber Openly. She realizes immediately that this room is different. This was the room she was going to learn what it is that her husband did every night.

She enters and types into the room, "35/f/MS" and waits to see if anyone answers. 

The first answer is from a man that called himself Rampage, "hello WolfsNight." The next was from a person named JazminT, "Hi Wolf, why do you have a male s/n and you say you are female?" 

She types back, "It is my husband's computer and his s/n. I guess I need my own name."

Jazmin types back a child like, "uh huh."

She explains that she doesn't know how to do that and ask if someone could possible explain to me what it is that she has to do. The lol's flow through out the room and she blushes. 

She types, "I am new to all of this; tonight's my first time online in a chat room." Someone types, "aol virgin, lol," and she turns bright red, glad that no one can see her.

When the IM box pops up, she braces herself for another sexually starved man. The IM only says, "Are you really a woman on your husband's name?" The IM is from Rampage. 

She smiles to herself, sensing the difference in this man. He asked her for nothing, just explaining to her how to make her name and how to make her profile. He helped her choose her name. When it was done, she smiled to herself again. 

When the familiar ding came, again it was Rampage or Ramp, as he liked to be called. He had typed into the box, "may I add you to my buddy list?"

She typed back, "Yes please do and thank you so very much for all your help."

He types, "Yw" and goes back to the room.

Now armed with a screen name of her own and an unfinished profile, she rejoins the room and its light banter and easy conversation. She feels more confident because she now has a name of her own to hide behind. She has become KandiKan2... 

Kandi's profile only says: blonde w/green eyes ~~ 5'5" 125lbs ~~ married ~~ new to cyber land...

Kandi returns to the room and types "35 f Mississippi... Hello room" and receives five IM's but she does not answer any of them because she knows she shouldn't feel bad if she doesn't.

Ramp is in a conversation with Jazmin, so Kandi just reads the room with a small comment every occasionally. The conversation turns to sex and Kandi types "is this how it always is here?"

Ramp types, "Here yes usually, in other rooms no."

This is what she was looking for she thought to herself, the reason her husband is so fascinated with cyber life.

Everyday she goes to this room and she meets new people but always she thinks of Rampage. Every time he comes to the room, her heart skips a beat. Every time he speaks to her, she wants him more. She lies to her husband so he won't know about her fascination with this man. They have become very close and now he wants to see her on cam. She has a cam but she is scared. She has his picture and he isn't super handsome but he is very sexy. The cam thing is scary because you can't hide things on cam like you can in a still picture. He might not like her. 

They have cybered many times but now he wants to see her. Ramp has asked her everyday for a week and Kandi has denied him, she is out of excuses and it is hard to say no to him. Finally, one morning she gives into him and turns her camera on. To her surprise, he tells her how beautiful and sexy she is and that he just wants to see her, nothing more. Before she knows it, she is naked, standing in front of the camera in her den. Scared that he will see something he doesn't like about her, she blushes from head to toe.

Ramp turns his mic on and his voice is like liquid heat melting Kandi. She can't help herself; she is blinded to all when he speaks. He says in a soft voice heavy with what she reads as desire, "Baby, let me see all of you."

Kandi does as he wants and moves the camera so he can see everything. She watches herself on the computer screen, the scene playing out there seems far away and she blushes as she watches herself. He tells her what he wants and she does it. His voice has her mesmerized, controlling her with the powers of seduction. He could tell her anything and she would believe him. While she does what he asks of her, she is enthralled in the passion he brings to her, she can hear his passion over the speakers, and then he says only one word "Kandi." With that sound, he pushes her over the edge and she sinks in her own passion that leaves her drained. 

She hears him say, "What's your name?"

In a voice heavy with passion, she whispers, "Nicole."

"Randy" he tells her.

"What?" she asks him.

"My name, its Randy." he says his voice calm.

"Oh," she says as she tries to stop trembling.

She starts to get dressed, her hands still trembling. Her mind racing wildly, she goes over everything that has just happened. "Oh my God, I can't believe I did that!" she thinks to herself. She buttons her blouse and wonders why he is so quiet. "Ramp, did you leave?" she says into the mic. When she gets no answer, a single tear falls silently down her cheek. She turns the cam off and clicks the box closed.

A Lesson Learned



She had upset her Master and had been waiting two days to see what her punishment would be. It was unlike him to not punish her immediately and that had her more worried than anything. But he had just acted as if nothing were wrong and the anxiety she felt just kept increasing.

It had been a long time since she'd been disobedient, she certainly knew better. She'd learned that lesson very quickly. Master was swift and thorough with both punishment and reward. 

She didn't know why she'd taken such a dislike to Master's friend, she just had. From the moment she met him she couldn't stand him and hoped against hope that Master wouldn't decide to have her put on a show or service this particular friend. Unfortunately for her he had and she hadn't performed to his satisfaction. She just couldn't completely hide her distaste for the man. Now she waited to see what her punishment would be, or perhaps he had forgotten the incident (not likely) or decided to forgive her small transgression.

As soon as he got home Master announced they were going out to dinner and he had something special planned for her. As always he told her what he wished her to wear. Tonight it was the tight, black, push up corset that exposed half her nipples her breasts were that close to popping out the top. Stockings, no panties and the black dress he had brought back from his last trip. It was cut very low and very sheer. 

As she was drying her hair he came in behind her and told her to bend over. She immediately obeyed and he stuck a huge dildo up her ass brutally fast and hard. It was one she hadn't seen before and must have been at least 13 inches long by the way it felt. The pain was intense but she didn't move or cry out. He then reached around and placed clamps with weights on each nipple. He had tightened them down enough to make the tears come to her eyes and the weights pulling down on them only made it worse. Then he slapped her ass hard and told her to finish getting ready. She could take the clamps off when she got dressed but the dildo would stay.

Every movement hurt while she finished getting ready. Both the dildo and the clamps were causing intense pain but she couldn't help the excitement she felt at Master's attention to her. Her cunt was wet and getting wetter and soon the arousal was actually overwhelming the pain. He must have something special planned for her tonight and she only hoped she could please him and divert him from her recent misbehavior.

When they arrived at the restaurant it was one they had gone to frequently and she knew that Master was friends with the owner who greeted them personally and escorted them to a corner table. She felt incomfortable in such a conspicuous dress and was having trouble walking normally with the dildo still in her ass but was starting to feel more relaxed since it seemed Master wasn't going to punish her after all.

Master ordered the meal, as he always did, but this time he only ordered for himself. After their waiter had left he looked at her and said "you're going to be too busy to eat."

He reached down under the table and pushed her dress up almost to her waist and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together. Shocked, she looked around and noticed that only men were sitting facing their table. All the women were facing away. Obviously this had been set up with the owner prior to their arrival. Her nervousness returned as she wondered what the "something special" Master had planned for tonight was.

He roughly pushed her thighs apart, exposing her naked cunt to any who cared to look. He leaned over and whispered to her, "finger fuck yourself darling, put on a show for the men." She carefully reached down and slowly rubbed her clit, looking up to Master to see if that would be sufficient, hoping it would be. "No" he said, "do it right, I want your fingers in your cunt or you'll be sorry." She slowly inserted two fingers into her wet cunt, realizing then that the humiliation and control he exerted over her was turning her on as it always did. She began moving her fingers in and out and as she looked up, noticed several of the men watching her. She was so embarrassed and so completely turned on at the same time.

Master reached down and slid her dress back down her thighs and told her to go wait outside the women's bathroom until he came to her. She slid her fingers out of her cunt and went to wait as she'd been told. Several of the men who had been watching stared as she walked through the room.

It was about 10 minutes until Master came to her. She had plenty of time to think about what might happen and wonder how bad it would be. When he came he took her roughly by the arm and led her into the men's bathroom. "Take off your dress" he told her. She obediently took it off and stood there in corset, heels and stockings with that damn dildo still up her ass.

He took a choke chain and leash from his pocket and put the collar on her and attached the leash then told her to kneel on the floor next to one of the sinks. He hooked the chain to a pipe of the sink and then stood back to look at her. Her long blonde hair fell forward as she looked down at the floor and he admired the way she looked. HIS slut, HIS toy...and she had dared to embarrass him by not properly servicing his friend. Well she'd learn the hard way that she didn't have the right to be picky about who or what she serviced. She was nothing but his plaything and she needed a reminder.

He moved behind her and pulled the dildo out, the relief she felt was incredible but it only lasted a moment until he shoved it back in. In and out, ramming her hard and fast with the huge thing. Her insides felt like she was being ripped apart but she didn't dare cry out. When he finished he reached down and felt her dripping cunt. Her body had betrayed her yet again. He gently fingered her clit and she immediately had an orgasm so intense she almost fell on the floor. Then he moved around to the front of her, took out his cock and slid it into her mouth. She started sucking it but he said "No!" and slapped her hard across her face. He grabbed her by her hair, pulled her all the way down on his cock and pissed down her throat for what seemed like forever. She tried hard to swallow it all but couldn't and gagged, which earned her another hard slap. When he had finished pissing he zipped his pants and told her what her punishment was to be.

"Each and every man that comes in here, as long as I leave you here, you are to say to them that you are a disobedient cumslut and it would be your pleasure and honor to service them however they would like. If they don't want to use you, you will beg them to be allowed to swallow their piss. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD SLUT?" "Yes, Sir" she replied. The punishment was worse than she could have ever imagined.

Before he left he took the dildo and made her suck and lick it clean, then threw it on the floor beside her. "I'll know if you don't do as you've been told" he said and left the room.

The first man to come in was a well-dressed man with a very severe look to him. He looked down at her as if it was no surprise to find a woman chained half-nude on the men's room floor. Val did as she had been told and recited her line, "This slut has been disobedient to her Master and it would be her pleasure and honor to service you in whatever manner you wish." Val looked down at the floor as she spoke and waited for his reply.

"I have some experience with sluts such as yourself" he said. "If you have been disobedient then you don't deserve to service me"

"Oh please sir" Val replied, "this unworthy slut promises to service you well to redeem herself in her Master's favor. Please allow me to serve you but if you decide this slut is truly unworthy then may I please be allowed to at least serve as your toilet and drink your piss?"

He looked at her for a moment and then walked closer to her. "Do not move nor make a sound no matter what I do, now get up on your knees." When she rose to her knees he grabbed her nipples between his fingers and pinched and twisted them hard. Then he pulled on them as if to lift her to her feet but she didn't move even though the pain was shooting through her. He twisted harder and she let out a small moan for which he immediately slapped her face hard back and forth several times. "I told you not to make a sound" he said. "Now hand me that" he said, pointing to the dildo. 

She picked it up and handed it to him, fearing another brutal insertion but instead he began to beat her sore tits with it. Harder and harder across her breasts and nipples, sometimes moving up to her face before attaking her breasts again. Two other men came in while he was beating her but he didn't even slow. They stood and watched as he beat her for what seemed like hours and then shoved the end of the dildo against her mouth and told her to suck and kiss it. "Now thank me for beating you" he said. "Thank you Sir for giving this disobedient slut the beating she deserved" Val said. Her breasts were bright red, swollen and so tender it hurt to breath and she was terrified of what might come next.

"Tell these other men why you're here" he said. Val repeated her assigned line again to the new men and the first man told them he was almost finished with her and then they could have at her. He unzipped his pants and pushed his cock against her swollen lips..."Suck it cunt" he told her and she did as she was told, sucking it deep into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue and lips, but it stayed flacid. He pulled it out of her mouth and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her head up to face him. "This is all I'll give you, I have no patience with disobedient cumsluts. Open your mouth!" When she did as she was told he aimed roughly towards her open mouth and began to piss. His hot piss ran over her face and down her neck and tits...some running in her mouth, which she swallowed greedily. When he was done he zipped his pants and turned to leave telling the men waiting to have fun and use her well.

The next two men waiting were very different from the first. They appeared to be kitchen help rather than patrons of the restaurant. Both were pulling their cocks from their pants as they approached her and neither seemed hesitant about using her. The first approached the front of her and grabbed her red, swollen breasts roughly, squeezing, pinching and pulling at them. "They sure look sore, he did a good job on them...does that hurt bitch?" She was too busy trying to hold back a scream of pain to answer so he slapped her hard across her nipples. "I said, does that hurt CUNT?" She moaned and answered "yes Sir", which seemed to please him.

The other had picked up the dildo and approached her ass. "I don't think she can take this whole thing up her ass" he said, "but we're gonna find out for sure" and he laughed. He told her to hold her ass cheeks apart and she reached back to do so. When she obeyed he shoved the dildo up her wet, dripping cunt and then pulled it out and shoved it as far as he could up her ass in one sudden movement. The pain was intense and, combined with the continuing abuse to her breasts and nipples brought tears to her eyes. He withdrew the dildo only to start beating her ass with it until he suddenly shoved it up inside her again. He repeated this process several times, seeming to enjoy hearing her moans and sobs each time he suddenly rammed it inside her.

Meanwhile the first man had tired of abusing her tits and grabbed two handfuls of her hair while shoving his cock in her mouth. He didn't so much let her suck it as hold her in place while he fucked her mouth. Moving slowly in and out at first but beginning to build up speed, ramming it further and further back into her throat while she tried not to gag on it.

The guy behind finally decided to leave the dildo buried in her ass and started fucking her cunt hard from behind. Holding her hips to steady her in position he slammed into her over and over. Each time his body slammed against her he drove the dildo further into her ass at the same time.

By the time they both finished with her more of the kitchen help and waiters had arrived to take their places and she lost track of how many men fucked and beat her, used her as a human toilet and called her whore and slut. It seemed like hours since her master had left her there and her mind detached from her body as the pain became unbearable. Over and over they used her and her mind floated somewhere above, watching it all even as she obeyed their commands and drank what seemed quarts of cum and piss. 

Eventually they finished with her and left her alone in a pool of cum and piss and her mind floated back to her body while she curled up in a fetal position and waited to see what would come next. She shivered from shock, pain and cold, covered in filth and waited. There was nothing else to do. 

When her Master eventually came to get her he brought a blanket and wrapped her in it and then unchained her and led her to the owner's private bathroom. There was a huge tub full of hot water and bubbles and he gently put her in it and washed her. He took his time, washing her throroughly and making soft soothing sounds that gradually brought her around.

She reached up and put her arms around her Master's neck and snuggled her head into his shoulder and he held her there quietly for a few moments. She looked down and said quietly to her Master, "This girl is unworthy of the attention that you give her and she has learned her lesson. Master is so very good to this girl that she will never disobey him again. Please forgive this girl for offending you."

Master leaned down and tenderly licked and suckled a bruised and swollen nipple. "Your apology pleases me, as do you."



A Lesson Learned



I have been married to Guy my childhood sweetheart since I was 21 and he is the only person whom I have had a sexual relationship with until three weeks ago. I entered into liaisons with an old school friend and her husband following a discussion with my friend Tanya about my sexual frustrations.

I had no intention at the time of taking on another sexual relationship however one thing had lead to another and a sexual relationship was initiated. It all began when I met Tanya for lunch and the conversation turning into one of me explaining how lacking our sex life was. 

The problem as I saw it at that point wasn't that I didn't love my husband or that I didn't reach orgasm when we made love but more a case of how Guy got me there, I have never been one to need a lot of foreplay to reach a satisfying climax as I could easily reach orgasm from just penetration, 

Despite Guy never been real great on the build up phase I was missing the foreplay and I was becoming increasingly frustrated as it seemed that he was intent on getting us both to the finale too quickly and the time playing was all but becoming nonexistent.

Over the past few months I had started to notice that Guy was going straight to the penetration phase more frequently and he wasn't taking his time to ensure I was turned on enough to enjoy it, not only was I becoming frustrated by this but I was also feeling a little resentful that I was missing out. 

Me missing out didn't ever seem to be a problem for him at all so long as he climaxed he was happy, I guess I was becoming resentful because when I was horny and initiated lovemaking sessions I paid much attention to his arousal, setting the mood and wished he would reciprocate.

Not only did I wear provocative lingerie to entice him I always seemed to be the one to provide an environment conducive to that of suggesting the pleasures ahead and I usually spent quite a considerable time concentrating on pleasuring him orally or manually before actual penetration occurred. In fact I would quite literally have him in state of such arousal that his cock he would be desperate for penetration. His cock would twitch at the slightest touch and pre cum would erupt intermittently from the head his of his throbbing cock, yet I was receiving neither intimacy nor clitoral stimulation at all. 

As I mentioned earlier I talked to my best friend Tanya about the situation, in my honesty and admission I had told her that it had been a few years since he had gone down on my pussy and it had actually never felt mind blowing great, in fact if I really thought about it I had to admit he was never truly competent at bringing me off that way either. 

I had felt comfortable discussing my predicament with her since we always had a very open friendship and her husband Michael whom she had met whilst we all attended the same college. However I had been embarrassed to discuss how I was meeting my own frustrations and needs by masturbating, Tanya had been great about it all and suggested some techniques she often used herself with and without Michael. 

Over a very long lunch we discussed a game plan that would not have Guy thinking I was criticizing his lovemaking and exacerbating the problems, we had formulated a brief plan that would coax Guy into satisfying my needs by being sexily commanded to do so.

Tanya and I were so excited that we may have put together the perfect plan that we went back to her house and started to put it all together and refine the details.

As we were about finished for the afternoon Tanya's husband Michael entered by the kitchen door, walking toward Tanya kissing her before he perused over our paperwork asking what we too were up to, Tanya briefly explained.

"What would really set the mood Paula is for you to make this look like a teaching environment," he added with a huge grin spreading across his face.

Puzzled we both looked at him, He explained how I should dress like a teacher and present it by power point presentation and have him work through the points, Tanya and I both giggled as he explained further.

"You know we could make this even more interesting if we were added to the equation," he stated.

"Explain," I asked.

Following his explanation, Tanya and I both agreed to Michael's plan and we all arranged to meet the following day to put together a basic presentation that could be seen on screen as an aid to the teaching experience. 

The next day we sat at Michael's computer typing up what I wanted to happen and just how involved Michael and Tanya would be. It took us two hours to perfect the presentation and combine all our ideas.

Michael pitched in with his ideas from time to time from a male point of view but in the main Tanya and I were playing out the fantasy as we saw it unfold. I was becoming incredibly horny with anticipation of putting into practice all our ideas and I am sure that Tanya was feeling the same way by the way she kept adjusting her seat, flushing red and being extremely tactile with myself and Michael.

As I stood up to leave I considered that once I left Michael and Tanya would soon be having some hot sex, Surprisingly I was more than happy when Tanya caught hold of one of my wrists as I headed toward the door, At first I thought that she was going to hug me and say goodbye as she always did before I left. 

However I was very pleased when Tanya guided me into the dining room where Michael was clearing the space on the wall where we would project the on screen text, I shuddered with anticipation as Tanya spoke. "Now Paula we can have no inhibitions on Friday, so I suggest we try some of it out now." As she purred her request I grinned broadly.

At the same time I felt my face flush a little at her suggestion but I was so incredibly horny I was desperate for relief I couldn't back out now or object. 

I knew I was not going to need much coercion in accepting what was looking most inevitable. 

I turned to see Michael's reaction, already rubbing at his crotch and exhibiting a very hard erection rearing beneath the material of his trousers as he manipulated the hardening flesh beneath Tanya edged toward me and caressed my buttocks.

I knew that our plan would work more efficiently if there was to be no inhibitions and accepted her caresses; I soon became open to the idea of what was being suggested I relaxed into Tanya's sexual administrations. I was already extremely aroused but when Tanya reached into my shirt and slid her manicured fingers into my bra and located my hard nipple I moaned and creamed my panties.

Somewhere in the room I heard Michael talking "I don't think we need to go by each point we have made on the presentation, let's just do what we feel comfortable with."

Michael suggested that he unzip his pants at this stage of the scenario and pull out his cock before I started the mock lesson, we planned to keep Guys cock confined a little longer, I nodded and Michael groaned audibly as he slipped his hands in and felt around.

I was surprised to see a nice thick eight inch uncut cock lurch forward from its restraints without much manipulation. I smiled and licked my lips invitingly as I witnessed copious amounts of precum erupting from his wonderfully bloated cock head.

Michaels cock was so hard I guessed that he had spent a good amount of time very ready for some sexual intervention and I smirked at the thought of how hard Guys cock was going to get when our plan was put into practice on Friday.

At that point and somewhat still sticking to the plan I requested a volunteer, of course Michaels hands shot up in the air and I refused his request but I shivered at the apprehension of actually having Michael and Tanya touch me, the thought of them doing so whilst Guy would be tied and unable to receive or give anything made me inwardly shudder.

For now I tapped the first image on screen, motioning Tanya to stand directly in front of me I explained how women liked to be aroused in other ways before any contact with their pussy, undoing my shirt I lifted my breasts over my silky bra and urged Tanya on. Tanya caressed my breasts until the nipples jutted upward, kissing each. I looked at the expression on Michael's face and licked my lips when I saw that pre cum was rolling down the shaft of his cock and pooling in his pubic hair.

I tapped the book on the table and asked Tanya to observe the pictures, she turned her head and sucked lightly on each nipple causing me to moan, I whispered in her ear for her to remove my panties, as she slid my soaked panties to my feet she leaned in and kissed my mound very gently and I felt shivers course through my body.

I requested that she kneel in front of the table as she did so I stepped over to Michael, lifted my short skirt showing my pussy to the audience I slipped my arms around Michaels neck before I impaled my wet pussy over is cock head, sliding up and down several times before standing and resuming position near the screen.

"Good Girl, that's going to drive him crazy," Michael groaned.

I pointed the cane at Michael's wet cock. "See how nice and wet my pussy gets when I have my nipples sucked," I lay back on the dining table and instructed Tanya to get between my legs, instructing her step by step just how to pleasure me.

As I instructed Tanya on to how to eat my pussy as I liked, I would tap her bare bottom with the cane and ask her bring my orgasm forth just how I wanted her to and when she faltered I caned her ass. In the throes of my passion I heard a familiar wet tapping sound causing me to glance at Michael who was now rapidly fisting his slick cock as he watched his wife cream my pussy.

I motioned him forward and asked that he put his cock between my lips, getting close behind my head I inhaled his aroma as he painted my lips with his juices, I was very close to an exploding orgasm and opened my mouth invitingly as Michael slid his cock along my tongue and into the warm orifice.

The taste of his precum nearly sent me over the edge, he started to rhythmically pump his meat further and further down my throat, I was moaning at the pleasures coursing through my whole body as Tanya expertly lapped my pussy and rolled my clit between her lips, I knew Michael was close to ejaculating by the labored breaths coming from his mouth.

We both came to climax shuddering hard, me squirting hot cum all over his wife's face and him pumping each shot of hot salty cum deep into my receptive mouth and down my throat. 

Tanya smiled knowing it was her turn, I bent her over the table and tongue fucked her, rubbing her clit with my fingers, it didn't take more than a few minutes before she was arching her back and contorting her face in an exquisite orgasm.

I noticed Michael beside us stroking his cock back to erection, he motioned for me to lay on top of Tanya so that both our pussies were available to him, I bent backwards and we kissed as Tanya caressed my breasts whilst Michael expertly fucked us both to another orgasm before expending a huge creamy load inside of my wanting cunt, groaning loudly as he again came hard inside of me.

As we dressed we discussed some finer points of what was to happen on Friday whilst Guy was present and commented upon how few inhibitions we really had. We also realized that in the heat of the moment it may not go as directly planned and said we should all for that. 

What had just happened was very satisfying and I guessed it was because we had all become so aroused at the thought of teaching Guy how he was to pleasure my pussy and the fact that the three of us were obviously very sexually charged by discussing the plan.

It seemed an age before Friday came around, I had hidden my short skirt, shirt and teacher props at Tanya's and Michaels and convinced Guy that we would have a great night once we got through their holiday photograph presentation. It hadn't been easy to get him to agree to sit through what he thought was hundreds of holiday snaps and a boring evening but I had reminded him that we had subjected them to the very same last year.

We arrived on Friday night at seven on the dot, we were welcomed with hugs and the usual inquisitive questions, when they offered us drinks we gratefully accepted homemade lemonade and consumed it over light conversation before Tanya took me into the bedroom for a few minutes on the pretence of showing me her new décor. 

The men set up the furniture in the dining room so we would be more comfortable watching the presentation and Michael waited for our cue.

Tanya donned a short plaid schoolgirl skirt and a blouse revealing black incredibly sexy lingerie, over a black and red corset and stockings and suspenders I added my more conservative short tight teacher looking skirt, tucking in a conservative shirt adding the finishing touches I put on the spectacles and tied my hair into a tight orderly chignon. Tanya laughed when I said I felt like a still school mistress.

Tanya coughed when we were ready and stood at the hall door way and listened for the cue from Michael, a few minutes later we heard it Michael tell Guy you really what a terrific night and it was going to be and such a great learning experience for us all. 

We slipped into the room unnoticed by guy and I went to stand behind him as Michael put up the first image of a woman dressed like a school mistress rubbing a cane up and down her legs as a man knelt on the floor beside her. 

Guy laughed whispering that he thought Michael had put on the wrong slow and he should leave that one for when the girls were not here. 

"I don't think so!" I said standing directly behind Guy who sharply turned is head toward me he opened his mouth to mouth something as I kissed him he willingly leant into the kiss.

Once we ended the kiss Guy stood up and took in the scene as Tanya and I emerged looking out of character, looking stunned searched my face for an explanation. 

Tanya guided him back into a sitting position and told him to relax, surprisingly he allowed Tanya to sit him back down and I to lean over and tie his hands to the chair back. As I walked around the front of the now seated audience I smiled at Guy and told him I was doing the teaching this evening. 

I grinned awaiting his response he looked a little bewildered and vulnerable sat tied to the chair but it soon dawned on him just exactly what was going to occur and his face lightened when Tanya stripped to her lingerie. 

Guy grinned a familiar mischievous look on his face as he quite obviously desired his learning to begin, little did he know his learning experience would be more than he ever anticipated.

I flicked the button which allowed the picture change to text on the presentation screen, giving him time to read the text before I pushed the button to reveal a Tanya orally pleasing me in our practice session..

I knew at this point having seen one picture of a scantily clad teacher bent over a desk having her pussy eaten and knowing how much Guy liked to look at sexy pictures he would be becoming if not already fully aroused. However seeing this image would likely have other visions running through his brain faster than warp speed.

I picked up the cane (a prop) and asked my audience to observe the screen as several images of a woman with her legs spread wide in various stages of cunnilingus appeared, from the response on her the woman's face we could witness her impending orgasm as she arched her back she was ready to explode. 

I tapped each image to gain my audience's attention before returning to the image of Tanya tonguing my hot cunt.

"Tonight we will learn how to eat a woman in the way she wants to be eaten," I instructed.

As I peered at three now very willing pupils Tanya and Michael took their places as planned sat each side of Guy who now looking slightly vulnerable and looking longingly at me as if asking for an explicit explanation.

"Tonight we are going to learn how to eat my pussy," I locked eyes with Guy as a gasp came from his lips.

"Why am I the only one tied?" Guy asked.

"You need to be tied as part of the lesson, so stop whining." 

The combination of my words and the senses taking in the images that projected from the PowerPoint presentation were having the desired effect as I heard Guy groan inwardly and noticed the front of his pants tautening over his expanding cock that he was very into what was happening.

Glancing toward Michael I noticed he was already pretty turned on too and knowing beforehand the plan he was already stroking the crotch of his pants. I walked sexily toward him and unleashed his rock hard cock turned around, lifted my skirt before I pushed my panties to one side and impaled myself on his hard flesh sliding up ad down his cock several times, before standing back up to pick up my props which were conveniently situated. 

When I bent to pick them up my audience were treated to a glance down my ample cleavage, hence to say my audience never took their eyes off of me.

I picked up the book on the lower table and opened it to the saved page showing a very wet pussy, I remarked how my pussy would need to be as wet as the aroused pussy in the picture before any penetration would occur and how I liked full attention from my pupils.

I added that at any point that I thought they did not seem to be paying attention I would disclude them from both the theory and practical of the lesson and would remain without relief.

Now I had full attention, especially from Guy and Michael who now both had what appeared to be sizeable erections tenting the material of their pants.

I leaned forward and much to Guys surprise I unzipped Michaels pants and manipulated out for all to see his already throbbing cock, teasing the head with my fingers, he groan as I collected the precum forming at the slit and pushed my fingers into Tanya's mouth. I asked if she would like to volunteer for the first part of my lesson and she nodded eagerly stepping forward, Michael also volunteered but I snubbed him by saying "who really knows what a woman wants if it is not a woman herself?" I asked.

I tapped the screen and pointed at the first picture explaining how a woman wants stimulating in all her erogenous zones before penetration and as previously practiced I undid my blouse, Tanya now quite obviously wanting to start the action lifted my breasts gently over the top of my bra before I could ask her and started licking around my nipples. 

I looked toward both our husbands and saw Guy was desperately rotating his hips to relieve the physical reaction happening in his groin and Michael was stroking his cock ever so slowly.

"If at any point Tanya veers from this lesson she will be punished," I stated in a stern headmistress manner.

Tanya expertly sucked and tongued my nipples, I was soon moaning and feeling my clit twitching for more but I knew that I had to see through my plan if I were to stand any chance of having Guy eat me the way I wanted.

I pushed Tanya away temporarily and walked towards the men when I heard Guy whisper something to Michael I interrupted them to ask what the problem was, apparently Guy was uncomfortable restrained behind his pants and Michael stated that he had asked if his cock could be freed from its confines. 

I agreed and stepping forward giving Guy the impression that he was going to have some stimulation from myself however I whispered between them both for Michael to unzip him and give him some relief.

Guy looked alarmed at the very suggestion that Michael was going to be the one to touch him not I so I raised my eyebrows and asked if he had a problem with that, seeing the stern look on my face he nodded his head sideways in approval. 

Michael willingly leant forward and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pulling them and his extremely wet shorts down to his ankles before taking them completely off. 




A Lesson Learned



All three of us looked closely at Guys erection which was harder than I had seen for quite some time; I witnessed precum bubbling at the end of his bulbous head, resisting my usual urge to taste it I looked at Michael. Guys cock was not as long as Michaels but what he lacked in length he sure made up for in width and the shape of his cock head.

His cock pointing directly up from his groin was now oozing cum down the shaft, I looked at Michael and expressed my desire to see him jack him off asking if Guy really need some attention would Michael assist him whilst Tanya sucked my breasts more, Michael nodded and Guy showed a look of panic on his face which soon changed when I lowered Tanya's face to my nipples and began moaning.

Showing my own vaginal wetness lubricating my fingers "See how wet my pussy is dear now Tanya is sucking my hard nipples," I purred.

"I hope you are picking up some tips here?" I I hissed as I groaned.

Tanya and I continued our caresses looking sideways we both watched as Michael started to caress his own cock now bobbing freely from his confining clothes, the head filled with blood, he began moaning as he manipulated his cock head between the fingers of his left hand using the other hand to jerk the shaft softly.

Guy closed his eyes briefly which I suspect was a way of blocking out the fact that his own cock was getting no stimulation, however when he heard me moan loudly he opened his eyes and submitted to watching the girly show in front of him occasionally glancing at Michaels self administrations.

Now I indicated to Tanya to push me back onto the table and spread my legs, still with cane in my hand I pointed at the illustrations on screen and in the open book on the dresser, she took a brief look as she pushed me back and removed my skirt leaving my panties in place at my request she first tasted my soaked pussy through the material occasionally pushing her tongue under the material.

I looked at the men who now were relaxing into what was requested of them Michael now had a firmer grip on his cock as he jacked on his own meaty length he moaned and rotated his hips, the administrations of Tanya's tongue now delving at my pussy and the sight I was witnessing was enough to send me over the edge but I made myself hold off and pushed Tanya off yet again.

I walked toward the men, hearing Guys sighs, whimpers seeing the pool of precum on his groin he almost begged me to touch him but I nodded sideways, I indicated to Michael with my eyes now to give him some relief. 

Guy offered no complaint or resistance as Michael gathered the precum and slid is hand over the head of Guys cock.

The groan that exploded from Guys lips made my pussy ooze as I walked back to the table and laid back instructing Tanya to eat me real good I turned my head as she proceeded watching Michael giving my husband an exquisite hand job.

As Tanya made contact with her tongue on my clit I told her to nibble it gently and relaxed as she brought me close to orgasm again and again stopping her when the signs indicated that she might take me over the edge.

Tanya was really working my pussy into a real lather stopping to occasionally to watch the boys, looking up at me she requested I ask Michael to suck guys cock, I grinned and instructed them to do what I said.

Both men far too gone and without inhibitions honored my request, Still tied to the chair Guy and watching Tanya eat me out submitted with an anticipatory look spreading across his face as Michael's mouth engulfed his throbbing cock.

I watched inquisitively to see if he would act the same as when I gave him a blow job, I was totally surprised when he started to tell Michael to suck is cock hard and started to gyrate his hips face fucking Michael. Near to my own orgasm I instructed Tanya to stop licking me and lay back on the table.

I went to Michael and prized him away from Guy depriving him of his climax which would soon happen judging by his face, now leaving Guy high and dry so to speak I instructed Michael to fuck my pussy as I licked his wife's cunt, I felt Michaels huge cock as he inserted every inch deeply and in an urgent manner I gasped at the feeling of being taken like that.

I moaned as he started to thrust, watching Guys work through his frustrations was arousing to say the least, his groin still gyrating almost stabbing at the air I knew he was desperate for some stimulation but quite enjoyed the fact that he was beyond need. Watching Michael pump my pussy and me like a slut taking every inch gladly must have been driving him crazy.

Ignoring his actions and silent pleas I got really into eating out Tanya whilst Michael pumped at my pussy. Somewhere in my conscious I heard Guy pleading to fuck and knew I had accomplished my initial goal. 

Tanya was groaning and pushing my head further into her pussy at the same time speaking obscenities as I brought her nearer and nearer to a huge climax with each tongue stroke.

My pussy felt on fire as Michael rammed his cock home, I could feel my orgasm building again and Michael was encouraging Guy by telling how great his wife's pussy felt around his huge cock.

I thought by the time we paused to untie Guy he might blow his huge load into the first orifice his cock homed in on but Michael untied him and firmly held his cock and insisted that he ate my hot wet pussy before he entered anything. 

Now laying on the table Guy was now on top of me with his cock being held just above my mouth by Michaels hand and Tanya was leant over the other end of the table with Michael pumping his cock in her cunt. Guy was the only one not receiving any stimulation to his genitals.

Oh how I had wanted him to improve his technique whilst tonguing me and my goodness now he was restricted from relief and being instructed by myself how to he ate my pussy to perfection. 

Only when I was heading to an exquisite climax and satisfied to the extreme did I allow him stimulation to his cock, Michael started to jack Guys shaft making him thrust hard into his friend fist, I turned around so that he could enter me and he pushed hard into my pussy groaning as he slid into my wetness, Tanya started to lick is balls as he fucked me I exploded into a huge orgasm. He pulled out of my mouth and allowed Michael to fist his shaft some more whilst I rode out my orgasm.

I heard Tanya orgasm somewhere above my head, when she appeared to be still again I turned around to witness both our husbands jerking each other's cocks frantically but to no avail.

"Looks like we have a couple of really unsatisfied hard cocks here Paula," Tanya smirked.

Michael pushed me toward the table and bent me over plunging his cock deep inside me causing me to groan loudly and instructed Tanya to suck my husband's hard dick which she hungrily set about doing lavishing her tongue around his balls, Guy threw is head back and through panted breath begged for my pussy. "You can wait your turn babe," I replied.

I knew Michael was close to emptying his balls inside my pussy, he was breathing heavily when his pelvis started to thrust harder and deeper I felt is cock expand and him shoot a huge load of cum deep inside me, then pulling his cock out he spewed a few squirts all over my ass.

Tanya now laying back down on the table motioned me to lick her pussy again and I obliged with my ass up in the air I instructed Guy to lick me out yet again before he got to come, as he bent over Michael tongue plunged Guys ass with his tongue and I heard guy say lick my ass real good boy. I knew Michael was doing a good job on Guys ass too because I could hear him groaning obscenities behind me as he plunged his cock into my wet pussy.

Without warning Guy stopped fucking my pussy and I looked at his face as he grimaced not knowing quite what was happening I started to notice Guy rocking backwards and forwards and the slight grimace on his face turned to a look of sheer pleasure. Straining my neck some and looking past him I realized that Michael had thrust his cock into Guys ass and Guy was actually loving it. 

Guy now spreading my legs wider quickly plunged his cock deep inside my pussy again, as Michael fucked his ass I resumed tonguing Tanya's pussy, I was close to an exploding climax when I felt Guy tense.

Guy came first hard pushing his pulsating cock deep I felt him explode as his prostate and cock were both subjected to optimum stimulation, As I felt his load hit hard and deep inside me and his whole body shook as he cried out his pleasure. I came as my pussy clamped around is cock I shook uncontrollably as I screamed into Tanya's pussy. 

The release Guy must have felt showed on his face as I turned to see his pleasure, Michael had pulled out of Guy and was stood rapidly fisting his cock into Tanya's mouth, Guy now caressing my body and watching me bring Tanya to climax with my tongue, mouth and lips also watched as Michael slid his cock into Tanya's mouth. 

Guy resumed fingering my clit and I came again as Tanya came in my mouth Michael pulled out of Tanya's mouth Michael flipped her around and entered her ass within seconds of pumping her expending his load quickly deep inside of her.

Somewhere in the room I heard Michael say "now we all know how to eat Paula's hot pussy don't we!" and I smiled a huge more than satisfied smile.

"Yes and now we can all move onto satisfying all our needs from now on," I laughed.

Over the past three weeks we have met twelve evenings and taught each other lots of educational and satisfying techniques, I am very happy and satisfied with all my husbands and my friends administrations. 

Surprisingly Tanya and I love watching as our husbands fuck each other as much as they love to watch us fuck one another. 

Now that is some great friendship! 



A Lesson Learned



"a" crawled toward her Master, her knees scraping on the carpet as she scurried across the room, fear making her weak and barely able to catch her breath. She dared not risk a glance up, if he caught her making eye contact this would only get worse. She found his feet and placed her forehead on the cool leather of his shoes, her naked body trembling, her mind racing, wondering what he would do to her. She drew her hands behind her back and kept very still.

She knew he had anticipated an interesting evening. It was sure to be interesting, but she knew it would not be how he originally intended. She was disappointed and scared. He'd promised to try and come home early, usually a sign that he wanted to spend a lot of time playing with her. He liked to watch her performing and dancing for him...dressing up and playing games for him. Sometimes the shows went on for hours, and she enjoyed pleasing him, watching his cock harden, knowing what would happen when he'd seen enough. 

So when he called to say let's have lunch she was excited and couldn't meet him fast enough. He always liked to show her off, let people see what a sexy and beautiful slave he owned, so she made sure she was looking sexy and was ready to be shown off. Let the others in the room see what they couldn't have. "a" also loved the fact that her Master was so sexy and good-looking, that he always turned heads when he entered a room, and she loved that she was the one on his arm. She was proud to be owned by him and to be by his side, she loved to look other women in the eyes and let them know that he was hers and they were out of luck. 

Thinking of him and his body and being with him always excited her, and by the time she arrived at the café, she was so horny and wet she was ready to be used right there on the table, in the middle of the room. As she pushed through the door she spotted her Master right away. "a" felt the smile die on her lips when she saw her Master talking to another woman. The woman was beautiful, sexy and seated beside him, leaning into him and laughing at whatever he was saying, her hand laying casually on his shoulder. "a" felt her temper flare up instantly, jealousy overwhelmed her as she looked at the other woman's long silk clad leg stretched out beside her Masters. He was her Master, what the Fuck was he doing with another woman! So upset she could barely speak "a" stormed out of the café before he noticed her. 

All afternoon "a" let her temper and her imagination run wild. She imagined all sorts of things, being released by Master in favour of that other bitch. Of being reduced to his number two slave, forced to by her Master to serve both him and the other woman. All kinds of things raced through her mind, none of them pleasant except for the things she would do to that slut. By the time he called to find out why she hadn't made it to lunch, "a" was a basket case. Without thinking of what she was saying she began to rant at her Master. She screamed at him, telling him she wasn't going to share him or let him own anyone else. Who did he think he was making her come to lunch when that cunt was there, and who the fuck did she think she was trying to get cozy with him. He could just go fuck himself is he thought he was going to bring that slut into their house. When she stopped to gather her breath Master quietly explained that the woman was a customer, who'd stopped to say hello before joining her husband for lunch at the next table. Then before "a" could speak again he'd told her he would be home by five and hung up.

With a trembling hand "a" hung up, realizing that her Master was more than just a little upset. She knew what he was like when he got pissed off. He would yell, get all mad and shake his fist, or pace around the room like a caged tiger. But when he got really angry, he became very quiet. He wouldn't yell or swear, wouldn't hardly move. He would talk quietly and without emotion. She realized now that she'd made a big, a huge mistake. Very few times had "a" been scared of her Master's reactions to something she'd done. He was always willing to listen to her reasons and usually he would punish her accordingly. Now realizing how upset he was she was terrified of what he would do. She spent the afternoon furiously cleaning the house, ensuring her make-up was perfect, shaving and oiling every part of her body to make sure she was clean, soft and super smooth. She put her hair up in the ponytail he liked and put on the red spike heels he liked so much. "a" hoped she would be able to apologize to him when he got home.

"a" was on her knees, naked except for collar and heels, waiting for him at the door as she was required to do. He opened the door and walked past her without saying a word or even acknowledging she was there. He strode into the living room, to his favorite chair and sat down, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, all without a word. "a" feeling even more miserable, followed her Master, crawling across the room to his chair. She wanted desperately to please him, use all her skills to make her Master happy. She was terrified of what he would do, not because it would be painful, she loved the pain, but because he would administer the punishment out of anger and to teach her a lesson. She knew she had been wrong and she knew this would not be pleasant. So now she was trembling in fear, her head on his shoe, waiting for him to acknowledge her.

Her Master moved his feet, forcing her to place her head on the floor. He was not even allowing her to rest her head on his feet. Even that privilege was taken away! "a" bit back a moan, realizing how angry he really was, but sound had not been permitted so she dared not make any noise. She waited the dread building in her with each passing second... She felt his eyes on her and she shivered involuntarily.

"Present" the command startled her, although he didn't raise his voice, the word cut through her thoughts. Instantly she sat up, spreading her legs wide, exposing her shaved smooth pussy, her back rigid, shoulders back, breasts thrust forward, arms clasped at the elbows behind her back. Her head down, her pony tail trailing down her back, eyes downcast, she waited. She heard the whisper of cloth as he removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor. She longed to look at his naked chest, to kiss and lick his nipples as she rubbed her face against the matt of hair. He stood and stripped off the rest of his clothes, she felt rather than saw his cock spring free inches from her face. She wanted desperately to kiss it and touch it, to worship it, and him, to show him how sorry she was. Instead "a" waited for her Master to notice her, frozen in the position he had ordered her to assume. Her pussy wet with fear and anticipation, afraid and excited at what he wanted, she waited, her body begging him to notice and command her.

Master walked around her and she heard him go to the kitchen, he got himself a drink, something he never did because she was there to serve him. Irrationally she felt a jolt of fear, did he not want her to serve him? She would do anything rather than let that happen, even she suddenly realized, having that woman in the house if Master wanted it. For what seemed like hours to her, she heard him moving around the house, doing things, while she continued to kneel, unmoving, waiting for him to acknowledge her. Anything, any spanking, whipping, anything would be better than waiting for him like this.

Finally, she felt him behind her. Without a word, he clipped the leash to her collar and led her toward the bedroom. She scrambled on her hands and knees, trying to stay beside him as he strode down the hallway, her head next to his leg as she'd be taught.

He pulled her up onto the bed and pointed to the ankle and wrist cuffs lying on the sheets. 

"a" immediately obeyed, slipping the cuffs on and waiting. She didn't wait long. He threw her face down and clipped wrists to ankles then drew the leash back and slipped the end over one foot. Now she lay on her belly with her head just over the edge of the bed, wrists cuffed to her ankles, her back arched and her head pulled back and ready for Master to use. It was a relief to finally get to please him, she knew he would rape her mouth brutally, but she longed for it, wanted to show him how sorry she was for not being a good slave, how willing she was to do anything he wanted no matter what. "a" wanted desperately to have the punishment begin. Instead he left her there and went downstairs again. 

The girl was starting to become truly frightened now. Master had never done anything like this before. Again she waited, this time it was harder, with her back arched and head held back her muscles started to complain bitterly. Her stomach soon hurt and her back was on fire. Plus Master had forced her legs wide open and it hurt to hold them like that. "a" knew she would stay like that no matter the pain, she knew that Master had better find her just the way he'd left her.

Finally he returned and he'd retrieved a device she'd never seen before. When she realized what it was he had brought into the room her heart began to race, her stomach churned, she thought she might throw up. She wanted to cry. She tried to look away as Master placed the cold metal clips on her nipples and clit, their sharp metal teeth biting painfully into her soft aching flesh, the long cables attached to them streaming off the bed to the machine. He plugged the device into the wall and set the timer. Then he pulled out the cock gag. Thoroughly terrified "a" obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could. 

The rubber cock filled her mouth, pressing against her throat, making breathing difficult. She tried desperately to fill her lungs, her breath coming rapidly through her nose. With the cock gag in place Master squatted down in front of her. He showed her a timer and looked into her eyes.

"You need to learn a lesson little one, a lesson never ever to be forgotten. I have turned the power dial to 75 %, and the shock it gives will hurt you when it comes. The timer is set for 60 seconds. Every time the sweep hand hits 12 you will feel the jolt of electricity, it will last for at least five seconds." He stood up and placed the timer where she could see it, then disappeared from sight.

Terrified, not sure what to expect, "a" watched as the sweep hand worked its way slowly toward the 12. She screamed when the first blast hit her, even though the gag stopped the sound, it was terrifyingly loud in her head. Her body jerked and her nipples and clit felt as if they had been branded with a hot iron. Her aching muscles contracted even more with the surge and she bit hard on the rubber in her mouth. Finally it stopped and she managed to control her breathing, sucking as much air into her lungs as her nose would allow. She began to focus on the clock, suddenly terrified to see the sweep hand going past the 30 and heading to the top. As frightened as she was "a" couldn't look away as the hand jerked the last few seconds and the pain blasted through her once again. Each time when it mercifully stopped she tried desperately to steady herself and tried to not focus on the clock. Each time it reached 12 she tried to scream for Master to help her as the hand found the 12 and her body arched and jerked with pain.

He watched from the doorway, standing back just enough so she couldn't see him. He wanted her to think she was alone and helpless. She had upset him quite a bit, disrespecting him on the phone like he was her bitch. He'd had to be careful not to lose his temper when he got home. But he'd spent the afternoon thinking about this, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do. She would never argue or disrespect him again. When he was finished with her she would go and find him new slave girls if he ordered her to. Not that he would, which is what had pissed him off in the first place. He only wanted her, couldn't get enough of her and he lost it when he realized she didn't understand that about him. So he watched her and stroked his cock as she fought the pain, watching with rapt attention as her body jerked and writhed in agony. He loved to whip her, spank her and watch her react to the pain, but this was even better. She was breathing rapidly through her nose and as he listened he was getting more and more excited while she struggled to endure the pain. Her screams through the gag made him rock hard and he wasn't sure he could wait as long as he planned before fucking her. He loved to watch her helpless and bound, her hard sexy body unable to resist what ever he wished to do with it. He would tie her and just look at her. Goddamn she was good looking and she could probably get any guy she wanted, but she was his slave and he was damn well going to make her understand that, once and for all.

Almost delirious with pain and a feeling of helplessness, "a" felt the tears roll down her cheeks as Master walked into the room and unplugged the vile machine. Without speaking he rudely ripped the clips from her tender flesh and tossed them aside. Through her tears "a" saw Master's cock was full, rock hard and ready, and she knew what was to come next. He unfastened the gag and pulled the rubber beast out of her mouth. Gasping, "a" filled her lungs with air. She'd realized the gag was there to stop her from biting off her tongue or lips and was grateful Master had used it, but she hated the fucking thing.

He did not hesitate with her, did not stop to see if she was alright. He had been watching her punishment, enjoying her cries, he was rock hard and he wanted to use her right fucking now. With one hand cupping her chin, he pushed his cock against her lips. Obediently, happily, "a" opened her mouth to receive him. He was always brutal with her mouth, raping it with his warm hard flesh, pounding into her; it was a throat fuck, never a blow job. She tried to keep her mouth open all the way, like she'd been taught, letting him thrust deep into her. She gagged as the head of his cock pushed against the back of her throat, her nose pushing against his hard belly. One hand cupping her neck and chin the other twisted her pony tail painfully around his fingers; she was locked in and unable to resist, even if she wanted to. "a" ran her lips along his cock as he thrust in and out. She loved the taste of him and wanted to hold him in her mouth forever. Wanted desperately to show him how sorry she was. He pulled out almost all the length of his cock and then thrust roughly all the way back in. 

Master was big, bigger than anyone she'd ever had before and it took months for her to learn to accommodate him in all her holes. Now she could and was proud of the fact that no matter what he did, she could please him. She felt him ready to cum and prepared to swallow every last drop he could give her. Wasting Masters cum was not an option. She'd gagged once and spilled his cum on the floor. He'd made her lick it up and then spanked her hard, leaving her in the cage for a whole day to show her the errors of her ways. She never spilled a drop again. 

She loved the taste of Masters cum and waited eagerly to accept it. He slammed hard into her mouth ramming his cock brutally down her throat, holding it deep inside her as he prepared to cum. Instead of giving her his precious cum to drink he pulled out and spilled the hot liquid on her face and hair. His cock jerked against her face as he pumped hot cum across her upturned face. "a" waited as he finished, his cock deflating only slightly. Permission to taste his cum as it dripped across her lips was not given. As desperately as she wanted to taste it, to taste him, she kept her lips closed.

Finally Master pulled away, unhooked the leash, grabbed her by one arm and flipped her onto her back. He slipped the leash behind her knees and hooked both ends up to the collar. Now she lay hands tied to ankles, knees pulled up to her head and her shaved smooth cunt open to Master. She let a small cry escape when she saw the thin leather belt he held in his hand. Hadn't she had enough? How much more punishment would there be?

"Look at me," his command startled her and she quickly looked up into those wonderful eyes she loved so much. His eyes were dark and stern, and "a" felt her heart sink. "You have been punished for disrespecting me today," he leaned close to her, his eyes boring into hers "something you will never ever do again while you are my slave." He reached out and let the long thin leather in his hand caress her naked cunt. 

"Now you will be punished for assuming that I would cheat on you, for not knowing me well enough to know what I am like. For not knowing what you are to me and treating me like all the other guys." He leaned even closer to her cum covered face, and whispered chillingly, "this you will not enjoy at all!"

With that he drew back his hand and slashed the belt across her naked pussy. "a" screamed as the leather cut deep into her tender lips. Involuntarily she closed her legs to protect herself.

"Open!" His tone of voice told her disobedience was not an option and she forced herself to spread her legs wide.

The second blow was worse than the first, the belt digging deep into her flesh, the pain driving the breath from her body. There was no tenderness in the spanking, nothing playful about it. She was being punished and nothing would deter her Master from teaching her a lesson. 

By the fifth stroke she was crying and screaming, her whole body consumed by the pain. Each blow landed exactly where Master wanted it to, pounding her tender pussy with exquisite unrelenting pain. 

By the tenth stroke she was begging him to stop, pleading with him to do anything to her, make her do anything, but to stop the pain.

By the fifteenth stroke she was unable to resist, unable to hold her legs apart, or even beg for Master to stop, she simply cried and told him she was sorry over and over again.

Finally, mercifully Master threw the belt away, he stared down at her for a few seconds then grabbed her leg and spun her around so she lay bound, spread before him her pussy open for his use. Without a word he climbed on the bed, his cock hard and swollen. "a" gasped in pain as he pushed against her battered pussy, pushing into the red swollen delicate flesh. She groaned in pain as he rammed the huge member into her, crushing her with his weight. She couldn't stop the scream of pain as he withdrew all the way and then thrust brutally back inside her, his body pounding her already battered pussy. "a" tried desperately to accept his massive cock, to squeeze him the way he liked, to pull his cock all the way inside her and to have him cum inside her belly. Each thrust was like a pile driver, crushing her, forcing the breath out of her, hammering into her abused flesh; her clit was on fire, her lips sending waves of pain through her whole body. While he fucked her, his eyes never left hers, boring into her brain, forcing her to feel his rage and his anger, and she realized, his disappointment. Without warning he pulled out of her and pushed his cock against her tight round ass. She wasn't ready for the sudden thrust and screamed as he ripped open her ass. Again and again he rammed into her, his weight and violent thrusting making her cramped aching muscles, too long tied in place, scream with a need for release. Time and again he ripped into her, seemingly unstoppable, not ready to concede the lesson had been learned. "a" tried to switch off the pain, tried to please him and give him what he wanted. She wanted to let her Master know she understood and would make him proud of her. She tried to match his strokes, to please him, and to make him cum. Finally he slowed, letting her tight little ass drag his orgasm out of him. Finally, mercifully he shuddered and stopped, pushing off of her and pulling out of her tender ass. 




A Lesson Learned



Without a word he unclipped her cuffs and the leash, and pointed to his cock. "a" had never taken his cock in her mouth after he'd fucked her ass, she hated the idea, but now, eagerly, in spite of muscles screaming in pain, in spite of what she felt, "a" slipped his semi limp cock in her mouth and gently, knowing how sensitive it was, licked and suck him clean, relishing the fact that he wanted her to perform the task for him.

He pulled her head away and pointed to the bathroom, "clean up and come downstairs." And with that he turned and left her. Obediently she crawled off the bed and staggered to the bathroom.

It was late and she was famished, but Master hadn't mentioned food, so she ignored her belly the same way she tried to ignore the pain Master had inflicted on her. Her body ached and every part was sore, but she would do whatever Master required now and worry about feeling better later. Right now she was going to be the very best slave any Master ever had. She was never going to doubt her Master again or let her temper get away from her. The pain had taught her a valuable lesson, but the look of disappointment in Master's eyes had been even more painful than anything he'd done to her. She saw him sitting on the couch as she entered the room and vowed never to disappoint him again.

She fell to her knees and crawled to the couch, taking her position on the floor at his feet, hoping he would acknowledge her and she could let him know she had learned her lesson. She wanted so badly to let him know, and worried that he was still angry and disappointed in her. "a" vowed to herself that she would never make that mistake again and knelt as close to him as possible without touching him. Master made no move to talk to her or even notice she was there, instead he watched the hockey game and ignored her.

"a" wasn't sure what to do, what he was thinking, what would happen next. She only knew she would do what ever it took to be his. So she knelt, naked, scared, confused and desperate to please, and waited for her Master to see her.

He watched her crawl to the sofa and stop beside his leg. She kept her eyes downcast as she'd been taught so she couldn't see him watching her. God she was good looking. He'd often wondered why such a stunningly beautiful woman had kissed his feet and begged to be his slave. But she had and he collared her and she was his. He marveled at her smooth skin and loved the long sexy curves of her legs. He was always proud of how every man and half the women in the room would look at her when she entered. But now she was just a naked scared little slave, he knew she was worried about what he would do now and he wasn't about to set her mind at ease, not just yet. So instead of acknowledging her he left the TV on and watched her as she groveled at his feet. He realized he was no longer angry, he could see she was panic stricken at the thought of him still angry with her, and she was just too much a part of him to stay mad. Finally he got up and went upstairs to use the phone.

"a" heard Master on the phone and she was terrified that he would be making plans that didn't include her. She wasn't going anywhere; she knew that with all her heart, no matter how angry Master was, she was going to do whatever it took to make him want her again. She bit her lip and didn't move a muscle as he returned to sit on the sofa. After what seemed like an eternity the doorbell rang and Master stood, snapping his fingers at her to stay. He walked out to answer the door, something he never did, because after all that was what she was there for. Panic filled her mind. What if he didn't need her, or want her anymore, what if he decided he wanted someone else and wasn't even going to use her for domestic duties. She knew suddenly and clearly that if Master brought another slave into the house she would still be his, do whatever he wanted, she wasn't going anywhere no matter what. She'd prove she was the slave he wanted her to be.

Master walked back into the room and the smell confused her for a minute. She could smell pizza, Master hated pizza, he would only eat it occasionally and then just to please her, and now here he was placing a box on the coffee table in front of her. 

"Get me a plate, and a drink." He sat back down.

"a" pulled herself up, ignoring the pain and rushed into the kitchen pulling a clean plate down, grabbing napkins and almost running back into the living room, ecstatic at being able to serve her Master.

She loaded several pieces on the plate and kneeling, head between her arms she handed it to him, before retrieving a drink and placing it at his side, then retreating to kneel once more at his feet. After he ate Master offered her a piece, holding it to her lips and letting her devour it. Letting her eat out of his hand like the good little pet she knew she wanted to be, Masters good little pet. He still didn't look at her, but he fed her several pieces, his pet eating out of his hand, relishing the thought of being his. He gave her a sip of his drink and her heart skipped a beat, because it was then that she knew he was no longer angry at her. She had been punished and now it was over. Gently, hesitatingly she leaned forward and let her lips caress his naked thigh, needing, wanting desperately to touch him and let him know she was there. Terrified he would push her away she gently laid her head on his thigh, holding her breath, frightened of what his reaction would be. He did nothing and slowly she relaxed letting the weight of her head rest on his warm flesh.

After a while "a" felt her Master's hand in her hair and he pulled her head back, looking silently into her eyes. She was mesmerized by his intense look; a warm tingling feeling flowed into her belly.

"Never again little one," his voice was hard, but she could feel his tenderness underneath. "You must always remember that you are my only one, always and all ways."

And without another word he pulled gently on her hair, bringing her off the floor and allowing her to crawl onto his lap.

Her heart leaping, wanting to cry with pleasure, "a" curled up on her Master's lap, her face against his chest, his chin resting gently on her head.

"Never again Master," she whispered as she melted against him, "never ever again."



A Lesson Learned



This is a true story about real people and events. I know some of the people involved in this story and got the inside scoop from them. The names and places have been changed to protect the guilty as well as the innocent.

There is no sex in this story, suggest you read someone else's work for that. As always constructive criticisms and comments are welcome and appreciated. 

Thanks for reading my work and I hope you enjoy the story.

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Sometimes in life you learn or are taught a lesson and because you weren't paying attention you have to be taught that same lesson again. Hopefully you will learn by the second time. That's what happened to me. Let me explain.

I had just turned 25 as these events took place. At that time I was a personal transportation consultant; that's what my business cards read. Truthfully, I was a car salesman. I only tell you this because it helps explain my mind set at that point in my life. 

My name is Jake Steadman and I was a very good salesman, especially if the client was female. At the risk of being immodest I will say that my rugged good looks, my 6foot 1 frame, and athletic body helped in my dealings with my female clients. I was a man's man to borrow a phrase. So I had success selling to men too, but my track record with female clients was something like 75 per cent. My achievements included a better than 50 per cent success rate in selling the ladies on some romantic extracurricular activities. I was very good at getting them into bed, either at home or a motel or even in the back seat of the car I just sold them.

I was outgoing, cocky, and a little brash and felt that my lifestyle of making money, partying, and getting as many women in bed as I could was the only way to fly. One evening before going out to prowl and cruise for young lovelies, two of my friends and I discovered a restaurant called Smugglers Inn. It was sort of a high dollar Red Lobster, specializing in steaks and seafood. The food was better than average but the real draw was the bar/lounge.

The lounge had a great DJ, some discreet booths in the back and bartenders with a heavy hand when pouring my Jack Daniels. We came back at least once a week just for the lounge; it was a target rich environment for young ladies. The third or fourth time I was there, I met Beverly.

Beverly Vitali was a waitress that sometimes worked in the lounge if the dinner trade was slow or if the lounge was very busy. She was a classic Italian beauty with long jet black hair and a body made for driving men crazy. I know I wanted her the first time I met her. 

Beverly brought the drinks to the table for my friends and me. She smiled as I tipped her for the service and I took her left hand to look at. "What?" Beverly said with a smile.

"I wanted to see if you were married, I don't like breaking other men's hearts when I take their woman," I responded with a smile of my own.

The smile left her face, she pulled her hand away from me, and went back to the bar with anger in every step. My friends laughed at the apparent rejection by Beverly. 

"Looks like you struck out hot shot," Bill taunted me.

"You pissed her off so bad, you'll never get close to her now," offered Tom.

"Oh, ye of little faith," I proclaimed. "Give me two or three weeks and I'll have that young lady at my apartment for a weekend. One month tops," I boasted.

Neither of my friends believed me and started to rag on me. A small wager was made and I put my plan into action. If I won the bet not only would I collect $200 but I would have Beverly as a playmate for awhile. Time for recon, I needed information about Beverly. The next night I waited until my favorite bartender, Sam, took a smoke break and followed him outside. 

"Sam, how're doing buddy?" He acknowledged my greeting, we talk a little and I asked, "What's the story on Beverly?"

"Yeah, I saw her stomp away from your table last night. What did you say to her, Jake?"

I described the incident at the table and Sam just shook his head. "You really stepped in it with that line."

Sam gave me the information about Beverly. She was married but separated from her husband Jerry, although not legally and was trying to get a divorce. Jerry had been verbally abusive for over a year and even hit her a couple of times. That's when she left him, took back her maiden name, and moved back in with her parents. 

Apparently Jerry was fighting the divorce tooth and nail and doing everything he could to postpone it. Beverly's father and two brothers beat the hell out of Jerry the second time he showed up at the family home. He was smart enough to stay away from there after that.

During that year that Jerry was abusing her, Beverly had meet Joe, an assistant bar manager at the restaurant. He heard Beverly talking about the problems she and her husband were having and hatched a plan to become the man in Beverly's life. Joe began to sympathize with her about her problems and gave her verbal support. He was able to make her believe that he was concerned about her and really cared about her. Beverly was in a vulnerable state and believed his line of bullshit. 

According to Sam, the sympathy and support voiced by Joe went a long way with Beverly after the way Jerry had been treating her. She fell for Joe and two months after the separation from her husband, Beverly moved in with Joe. Jerry, her husband, went totally ballistic when he heard about Beverly and Joe and she had to get a restraining order to keep him away from her. He got the point the second time she had him arrested. 

As Sam finished his story I said, "No wonder she reacted so badly to what I said. A touchy subject for her, huh? Well I'll just have to smooth that over and see what I can do to make her feel better." I was nothing if not confident; I was also more than a little self-centered. Not once did it cross my mind that maybe Beverly didn't need any more stress in her life. At that point in my life not many other people mattered, whatever I wanted was what was important.

Sam had one more piece of info for me. "Everything isn't all sweetness and light between Beverly and Joe right now. They have been bickering at each other at work. It seems that Joe is spending all of his check and most of Beverly's too. He likes to go out with friends and play the high roller. It must seem like déjà vu all over again; that was part of her problem with Jerry. They had a bit of a blow out last night and Beverly is not a happy camper."

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Normally I didn't date married women. I had an experience that sort of soured me on that idea. About three months before Beverly I met Jackie at a bar and we hit it off. The next night was Saturday and I took her to dinner and dancing afterwards. Later that night we were in her bedroom resting after a romantic interlude (we had just screwed each other's brains out) and there was a knock on her front door. Knock hell, it sounded like someone was trying to beat the door in.

Jackie looked out the window and with a great deal of fear in her voice, "It's my husband and his brother. Oh my god, if he finds you here it will get very ugly."

She had told me that they were legally separated, divorce papers had been filed, and the divorce would be final in another 30 days. That didn't help me now. I slipped on my pants and shoes and told her to let him in but stall for about a minute.

"He won't find me here because I will be gone when you let him in. I'll go out the back and around the side of the house to the front. When you let him in and close the door I'll get to my car and bogie out of here."

When I got to the front of the house I heard Jackie ask him what he wanted. Her husband said he wanted to talk to her and brought his brother to keep things from getting out of hand. Then he asked her to please talk to him in a much softer voice. Jackie opened the door wide and let both men in. As the door closed, I ran to my car and got the hell away from there.

I know, what a coward. Maybe so, but I wouldn't have stood a chance in a fight with her husband and his brother. Plus I had just met Jackie; I mean we weren't in love or anything. Nothing good could have come from me facing her very large, very angry husband.

Two weeks later I saw Jackie sitting at the bar as I came into the tavern. She was sitting next to a guy that had his back to me. As I started toward her, I saw her eyes get really big and she shook her head no. I walked past them and sat at a table. When I ordered a drink I glance at Jackie and the guy she was with; it was her husband. 

Jackie made it a point to meet me in the hallway leading to the restrooms. She told me that they were back together, going to counseling and trying to work things out. I wished her good luck and to call me if it didn't work out. Like I would ever put myself in that position again. But then again, sometimes the little head does the thinking and your good intentions get pushed aside.

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Back to my quest to capture Beverly. The next night after talking to Sam, I made it a point to hang around the bar. I was hoping to catch Beverly as she put in drink orders from the dining room. Finally after about an hour she came to the service end of the bar to get an order. She saw me sitting at the bar and made it a point to ignore me. I walked over to her and dropped a twenty on her tray. Beverly looked at the money and up at me with a question in her eyes.

"That's the tip you should have gotten last night if I hadn't been such an ass. I apologize for my behavior. Please forgive me." I finished and walked back to the other end of the bar and ordered another drink from Sam.

Beverly didn't quite know what to make of me and kept looking back over her shoulder as she took her order back to the dining room. Every time she came to put in an order at the bar she would look down the bar at me. Each time she looked at me I would smile and raise my glass in a salute to her. Finally after three or four times, she gave me a little smile in return.

Success I thought. Now she's forgiven me and I can move on. I left shortly after she smiled at me but watched hidden from her view in the entry way. When Beverly came back to the bar, she looked around the lounge for me. I had planted a seed; now to see if I could make the seed grow.

I went back to the lounge every night after that. By the second week of the operation, I had Beverly talking and laughing with me. I didn't pressure her but let my interest in her be known. At the end of that week I asked her out.

"I can't Jake, I'm living with someone," she responded to my invitation.

"Maybe so, but I hear things aren't all that good right now. Let me show you how a lady should be treated."

Beverly smiled and touched my hand but shook her head no. Okay, I thought; I lost that skirmish but the war isn't over yet. I continued to laugh and joke with her for another four days and then fate or gremlins or the devil stepped in.

Joe and Beverly had a big fight at work on Tuesday evening. I heard about it from Sam and made sure to be extra charming whenever I saw her that evening. On Wednesday evening, I asked her out again.

"Hey Bev, I have tickets for the George Thorogood concert on Friday night. Come with me and let me show you a good time." I knew that she had kicked Joe out of their apartment Tuesday evening.

"Maybe that's just what I need right now, a good time. Yeah, I'll go with you Jake. Thanks." She looked happy to have the chance to go let off some steam. "I work a short shift on Friday and get off at six. I'll bring a change of clothes to work. Can you pick me up here at 6:30?'

Not only would I get to be with a beautiful young lady tomorrow night, my date would be paid for by my two buddies. Serves them right for betting against me. The next evening I brought a dozen roses with me for Beverly. I didn't know it when I started to Smuggler's but my great plan was about to go up in flames.

I got to Smuggler's at 5:45 thinking I would have a drink and talk to Sam while I waited for Beverly. As I drove into the parking lot in front of the restaurant I saw a ambulance with the word "Coroner" on the side. There were also at least eight police cars parked in front of the building. Something big was going on, but I had no idea what. Entering the building by a side door I went into the lounge.

Sam was behind the bar talking to a man in a suit, obviously a police detective. I sat at the other end of the bar and Sam brought my usual drink to me.

"What's going on out front Sam? It looks like every cop in the area is out there." Bartenders always know what's going on.

Sam began to babble and tell me why the cops were out front. Joe didn't have a car since Beverly threw him out and his dad drove him to work at 5:00. The car pulled up in front of the employee's entrance and Joe was sitting talking to his father for a few minutes when Jerry walked up to the passenger window. 

Apparently Jerry thought that if Joe wasn't around maybe Beverly would come back to him. Or maybe he just wanted revenge on Joe for living with Beverly. Or maybe he was tired of hurting over Beverly and decided that if he couldn't have her neither could Joe. Whatever his reasoning, Jerry walked over to the car, stuck a double barreled 12 gauge shotgun in the window and fired both barrels. He then sat down on the ground next to the car to wait for the police.

Joe was almost cut in half by the shotgun blast and died instantly. His father caught several pellets in his left side but other than being in shock wasn't seriously hurt. He was the one that called the police. The police arrived, arrested Jerry and took Joe's father to the hospital. 

Sam told me that after a short investigation they took Beverly down to the police station. She wasn't in trouble, the police just wanted to get the whole story leading up to the homicide. The detective walked over to me, introduced himself and asked me if I knew Jerry or Joe or Beverly. I admitted to knowing Beverly but only because she sometimes waited on me when I came into the lounge. The detective seemed satisfied and went back out to the crime scene.

I left the lounge and started home. On the way I got to thinking that I could have been in Joe's place. If he had gotten to work earlier or stayed home or something, Jerry would have caught me with Beverly. I wasn't Joe but I probably would have been a good substitute in Jerry's mind. I never went back to Smuggler's; it had lost its appeal for me. I never saw Beverly again.

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All of this happened almost 40 years ago. I never dated or chased after a married woman again. Thank God, I began to grow up a little after that near death experience because I was a real bastard at the time. The only married woman I lust after now is my wife. We met and married about 3 years after the events at Smuggler's. Our kids just gave us an island cruise for our 35 wedding anniversary.

I've had to dust off a few over amorous men during the years; my wife was and still is a very good looking woman. The men I discouraged got off easier than the ones my wife handled. She can be a real spitfire when she is angry.

When fate or karma or whatever tries to teach you a lesson take heed the first time. Because if a second time is needed it could bite you in the ass. 

It took twice to teach me not to mess around with married women and it could have been deadly for me. 

Finally,

A Lesson Learned.

Quote: Life goes on 



A Lesson Learned



Kelly Hart had driven the long stretch of rural highway many times. The road stretched between two small towns; the one to which she had recently moved and the one she was coming from that night. Her friend from high school lived in the other town. The two girls had been bar hopping, singing karaoke and in general having a wonderful time. Now it was a little after one on Saturday morning. Kelly was on her way home. Although she had been drinking, Kelly was confident that she was perfectly fit to drive. 

Traffic was very sparse on the road in the early morning. There wasn't much of anything between the two small towns but farms and farmers, a couple of subdivisions and a long since closed service station. For the most part the road was straight and the land was flat. Although Kelly had Metallica blaring through the speakers of her Chevy Impala, the lateness of the hour began to make her eyelids heavy. A patch of fog loomed ahead, and though it didn't look like much as she approached, it quickly became very thick. Kelly heard the clicking of her tires on the center line reflectors and realized that she was drifting into the other lane. As that realization hit her, she was suddenly staring into the headlight of an oncoming motorcycle. She veered hard to the right and managed to avoid the motorcycle, but in the process left the road, slid down a slight bank and ended up narrowly missing a barbed wire fence at the edge of a field.

For a moment Kelly sat with her foot jammed on the brake, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was racing. That had been way to close. The fog bank was still thick but it looked like she could get back on the road if she drove up just a few more yards. As she took her foot off the brake, a sudden presence of red and blue flashing lights made her heart jump again. She looked back over her left shoulder to the source of the lights. It was the motorcycle. Kelly had nearly hit a motorcycle cop! 

As the man approached, Kelly rolled down her window. She was fighting back the tears because she knew he wasn't going to have much sympathy for her. Her husband Tom was going to be furious. She was going to jail. She was going to lose her license.

"License and registration," the officer said to her. She had to dig her license out of her wallet, which was in her purse. The registration was in the glove box. By the time she handed the officer what he'd asked for, her hands were shaking uncontrollably. The man's face was resolute. More than that, he looked pissed.

"Step out of the car, please," he commanded. "Have you been drinking tonight, Ma'am?"

"I... I had a couple of drinks earlier," she stammered out. "But only a couple."

The officer walked back to his bike and talked for a moment on the radio. Then he returned with a machine and a plastic tube wrapped in plastic. "Okay, Ma'am, I'm going to ask you to blow into this machine. You have the right to refuse, but that just means we'll get a court order and you'll have to do it anyway."

Although she didn't want to do it, Kelly had little choice but to comply. The machine showed that her blood alcohol was .090, which was just barely over the limit. The officer showed her the reading and explained that she was driving under the influence; that she had crossed the center line; that she had nearly caused what would have been a fatal accident; that her car was going to be towed and that she was going to jail. Further, since the judge wouldn't be available until Monday, she would be spending the weekend in jail. Kelly began to plead her with the officer. She was just barely over the limit, she wasn't speeding, and the only reason she crossed the center line was because of the fog.

The officer was unmoved. "People die on these streets, Ma'am, from people just like you who think that driving after drinking is okay. Over the limit is over the limit. You could have killed someone tonight with your careless behavior. You broke the law, and for that you deserve to be punished."

"Okay, punish me, but don't destroy me," she pleaded. "I can't work if I lose my license, and if I lose my job we'll lose our home. Please. Isn't there something we could work out?" Her mind raced as she made the offer. 

"Something we could work out?" the man asked. "Show me what you mean."

She thought about the cash she had in her purse, but after the evening's activities it was less than forty dollars. That wouldn't work. Her eyes locked on his. His stare was cold an emotionless. Kelly backed up against her car. She was desperate now. Her hands dropped to her blouse and almost without thinking she pulled it off. In five years of marriage she had never even kissed another man, but now the only thing she had to bargain with was her body. It was that or face a weekend in jail and DUI charges.

The officer looker at the woman and crossed his arms. Kelly knew this was a bad idea. She had just added attempted bribery to her growing list of offenses. His eyes looked her over impassively as she stood there, fidgeting. Quickly she reached behind her back and unlatched her bra. In an instant that, too, was lying on the trunk of her car. "I... I don't want to go to jail," she whimpered. 

The police officer turned and walked to the far side of her car, so that it shielded them from the view of any passing motorists. With a motion of his hand he summoned her to come over and stand in front of him. Kelly was terrified, but willing to do almost anything to avoid arrest. When she was in front of him, shaking in fear, he commanded, "All of it. Off"

Kelly was a little relieved that he was at least considering her offer, though she also feared the potential consequences of what was about to happen. Still, she quickly stripped off the remainder of her clothing before the man could change his mind and take her to jail instead. He stood there looking her over for a moment, then gave a disgusted grunt and shook his head. Kelly's heart leapt in her throat. He had made a decision he didn't really want to do. Was he arresting her?

"On your knees, you drunk bitch," the cop said. Kelly immediately obeyed. She never thought she ever cheat on her husband, but if letting this brute take her meant she wouldn't go to jail then it was worth it. He just stood there while she reached up and unzipped his trousers. Kelly tried not to think about what she was doing as she pulled his cock free and slipped it into her mouth. 

The officer's penis was thicker than her husband's. It tasted of sweat and grime, but Kelly wasn't in a position to complain. She slobbered over it and began to pump it with her hand as she bobbed her mouth on it. As she licked, teased and sucked, the officer carefully removed his utility belt and put it on the roof of her car. Kelly slid her hand to her pussy as she continued trying to give the best blowjob of her life. If he was satisfied, she would stay out of jail. Strangely, though, she felt incredibly turned on by this. 

When the officer's cock was fully hard, he reached down and pulled her up by her hair. When she stood, he turned her around and pushed her against the car door. His hand gripped her wrist and pulled her arms behind her back. After snapping a handcuff on her wrist, he repeated with the other hand. Was he arresting her anyway? Before she could ask, he turned her back around, lifted her leg up, and pushed his cock into her. Kelly let out a soft moan as she felt him enter her. His hands moved to grip her rump. She had one foot on the trunk lid. Her hands were on the edge of the window trim for support. 

The handcuffs hurt her wrists and dug into her back. The officer began to fuck her so hard her entire body bounced with each thrust. She could hear cars passing by them but with her back to the road she couldn't see anything. All she could do was to hang on while the man pummeled her. His strong hands moved to grip her breasts. As he continued, he pinched her nipples between his thumb and index finger.

The rough treatment stirred a passion in Kelly she never knew she had. Before long she was riding him as hard as he was fucking her. Her wrists ached and the car door bruised her back, but she met his thrusts and didn't seem to mind being slammed against the car door. Their bodies attacked each other in furious passion until she yielded to the pleasure and had one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

The officer just pulled out of her, turned her around and bent her over the trunk of the car. She felt a searing pain as he slapped her ass hard, and then another as he left a matching hand print on her other cheek. Then his thumbs pulled her cheeks apart and Kelly felt pressure against her anus. Before she could beg him not to do what she knew he intended, he put the slickened tip of his cock against her anus and gave a hard shove. A sharp stab of pain shot though Kelly's ass as the officer pushed almost half way in with one thrust. Then he pulled back slowly, gripped her hair and yanked her head back as he drove forward.

Although her husband had always wanted to try anal sex, Kelly had always refused. To her it was dirty, degrading, unnatural, and as far as she had heard, painful. The officer was certainly proving all of that. He pinned her down with one hand, gripped her hair tightly with the other and pounded her as just as hard as he could. Kelly thought her ass was going to tear from the size of the invading cock, and as far as she knew it had. She whimpered as the man continued. The car beneath her was cold and unyielding. It offered little cushion against the fury of the assault. The brutal pummeling seemed to go on for well over an hour. When the man was finally ready to cum he pulled her off the trunk of the car, pushed her to her knees, shoved his cock in her mouth and released a torrent of cum. Then he stood up, re-fastened his jeans and put his utility belt back around his waist. Kelly was tired and sore, but happy to not be going to jail. "There's a Denny's at the edge of town," the officer said. "Stop and have a cup of coffee before you drive any further. Tell them it's on Officer Duncan." With that, the man walked back to his bike and thundered off into the distance. Kelly finished dressing and moments later was back on the road, heading for town.

Although she was nearly home, she stopped at the restaurant as she was told. She ordered a cup of coffee; black with two sugars; and told the waitress that it was supposed to be on Officer Duncan. The waitress only smiled knowingly. Others in the diner chuckled and whispered to each other. Kelly thought she was being the butt of a joke, so she asked the waitress to explain.

"Officer Duncan was killed by a drunk driver about 15 years ago," the waitress said. The woman who hit him was wealthy and had a good lawyer. They blamed the accident on the fog, not her drinking. The woman got away with it. Ever since then Officer Duncan has dished out his own punishment to women who drink and drive."

Kelly felt a chill run up her spine. The waitress just smiled and said, "Enjoy your coffee. It's on the house." She gave out a hearty laugh, turned away and walked back to the counter.



A Lesson Learned



The traffic was surprisingly light. It was turning into a really good day. My work day had been cut short when my out of town clients called to say that there had been a power outage in one of their distribution centres, and they were busy trying to reroute product through other centres. Apparently it was more important than meeting with me to sign the papers for the second round of modifications. So instead of flying to Chicago this afternoon, I was driving home. It was Friday, the sun was out, the top was down, and I was on my way to spend some time with Jenny. I was smiling like a man on top of the world. 

I sell a modification to transport truck engines. The state of California changed an emissions law, so every transport operation that runs trucks into California was scrambling to find a solution. My partner Greg, a brilliant engineer, came up with and patented an after-market exhaust kit that not only brings the engine into conformity, but improves mileage. It is typically only an improvement of one or two percent, but when that is worked into the thousands of miles those rigs travel, the system pays for itself in short order. We are busy, and we are making money. Lots of it. Today's trip to Chicago was just a formality. We were nearly done the work on the first two hundred trucks. We would be doing the next two hundred as well, and both sides knew it. We just needed to meet, exchange signatures and have dinner. That's my job. Meet the clients, identify the decision makers, explain the modification, explain the math, pull out the contract, and then go buy dinner for all my new friends. All of my clients pay hand over fist for the exhaust kit and installation, which by contract must be done in our Detroit shop. The best part is that over the life of each truck, with the improved efficiency, they save thousands of dollars, even after paying for the system. Everyone is happy. The boys in Chicago were no exception. They were good clients and new friends. That bit of business wasn't going anywhere.

As I drove down I-96, I felt my phone vibrate. In hindsight, I should never have answered it. I was after all on the interstate without my blue tooth. I was endangering other drivers the moment I answered it. I should have gone with that thought. Had I let the phone go to voicemail and continued home, none of this would have happened. I looked at the display. It was Greg. I answered.

"I spoke to Melissa, and she told me Mackson Logistics had some crazy power problems today." Greg said. 

"Yeah, I don't see it being a problem though, it's just a hiccup on the calendar. The guys in the shop won't miss any time though, they still have nearly a month to go on the first order, and we have other work piled up waiting. Oh, and leave Melissa alone. She's getting married." I laughed into the phone. 

Greg is my business partner and my best friend. We were friends through high school and university, and he was the best man in my wedding. He had infuriated my bride, Jenny, when he slept with her sister on our wedding night. Greg had said it was the best man's duty to bed the maid of honour. He was an infamous party animal and skirt chaser. He worked hard, and played harder. And it was no secret that he wanted my assistant Melissa. 

"I have a quick question. Do you have your clubs in the car?" asked Greg.

"Yeah, why do you need to borrow them?" 

"No, I am standing on the putting green of Whitetail and we need a fourth" he replied.

Whitetail is a golf course. Well, not really a golf course, but more of a resort. It is impossible to play. It is beyond private. There are to my understanding, fewer than a dozen local members. It caters to royalty and celebrities from around the world. You don't ask to play it, you are invited. I had always wanted to play it, and had never been given the chance. In fact, I fully expected to live a full long life and never play it.

"How in the hell did you get on?" I asked incredulously. 

"Don't ask. Just get here. We tee off in twenty minutes." 

"I need to talk to Jenn..." I began.

Greg was gone. I hated that about him. He was terrible on the phone. He never said hello, goodbye, or anything other than the issue at hand. That is of course, unless you were a good looking woman. I bet Melissa had a hell of a time getting him off the line.

I looked at my watch and grimaced. I was lucky that I was fairly close to the course, but it was still going to be close. I tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, checked the rear view mirror for police, and bit my lip. I punched the accelerator. With a little luck and no police, I would make it. Thank God the traffic is light, I thought. I couldn't believe it. Holy Crap, I was going to play Whitetail.

As I pulled up to the gate, I was amazed at how hidden it really was. If you didn't know it was there, you would just pass it by, and never be the wiser. You couldn't see any of the course or clubhouse from any of the public roads that encircled it. I know that because I have tried to sneak a glimpse in the past. The landscaping was breathtaking as I drove up the lane. As it slowly opened to the club house, my jaw literally dropped open. This was breathtaking. It was a huge two story building that quite literally looked like it had been plucked from a southern plantation and dropped right here in Southeast Michigan. It had huge sweeping balconies, gorgeous woodwork, and massive windows with impressive flower boxes adorning each one. As I came to a stop, a valet opened the door of the car. I pressed the button to close the roof and pressed the trunk release as the motor whirred to close it up. A course attendant was right there to help retrieve the golf clubs from the trunk. I reached for my golf shoes, as he pulled out the golf clubs, and told me that they would be waiting for me at the first tee. This place didn't miss a beat. It was already surpassing my imaginations of it, and I hadn't even seen a hole yet! I followed the signs towards the first tee, and heard the engine rev in my beloved Cadillac, as the valet drove it away.

I could see Greg and two other men up at what must have been the first tee box. Between them and me was an ornate metal bench with a teenager sitting on a stool to the side. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. As I approached, I realized the boy had a complete shoe shining kit under him. 

"You can leave your shoes here, Sir, and they will be polished and waiting for you inside after your round." he explained. This was just getting better and better.

"Thank you." I said as I sat down and removed my shoes, and pulled on my golf spikes. 

Jenny would not believe this place I thought to myself. 

"Oh Shit!"I blurted. In my excitement to play this place, I had forgotten about Jenny. Our last conversation would have put me in our driveway ten minutes from now. I could imagine her looking out the window for me. She would probably be in some sort of negligee. Oh God...I felt my pockets for my phone. A sinking feeling came across me as I remembered throwing it onto the passenger seat of the car. I didn't even know where the car was parked right now.

"Sir?" the young man looked confused.

"Oh, nothing, I just forgot to make a phone call, and left my cell in my car." I said, trying to regain my composure. "Is there a phone I can use?" 

"Of course, you are welcome to use the phone at the club house, Sir." 

"Thanks"

I stood up, and spying the others on the tee, I knew there was no time. I would have to borrow a cell phone from one of them. I left my shoes to the youngster, and made my way to the tee. As promised, my clubs had arrived there before me. Greg was grinning from ear to ear. 

"Andy, I would like to introduce you to Allen Richardson, and Ajay Fourmi. These are the fellows from Florida that we spoke about last week." said Greg with a nod and a flash of a serious look. 

This was huge. These were the guys that were going to buy a license to install our units in the south. This deal would allow us to get rid of the bottleneck at installation and make a royalty on every unit their shops installed. This was worth a whole lot of money. Everyone here on this tee stood to make a lot of money with this deal.

Each of us shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, and we all set up and took our first tee shots in turn. 

"Does anyone have a cell phone I can use?" I asked rather sheepishly.

"No one brings a phone on the course, especially this one." Greg admonished. "You should thank Ajay for getting your ass out here by the way. I do have this though." 

Greg pulled out a rather large bottle of Grey Goose vodka. This was going to be one of those afternoons. I groaned inwardly. You could count on Greg to turn any event into a party. Apparently the details of the deal had already been ironed out, and it would now go to the lawyers to be put to paper. Everyone was in party mode. That is, everyone except me. I knew Jenny was going to be really pissed at me.

I would like to tell you that I played the course as it should have been played. It certainly was beautiful. I would like to tell you that we all didn't drink vodka like freshmen at a frat party. I would like to tell you that I remembered to call my wife, Jenny, at the turn between holes nine and ten when we passed the clubhouse again, nearly two hours later. I would like to tell you that I called her the second that the golf was done. I would like to tell you that I didn't stay at the club for dinner, or help polish off what seemed like a vat of red wine. I would like to tell you that I didn't make a fool of myself by trying to drive home. I can't tell you any of those things. Thank God the good folks at the club already had my keys, and wouldn't let me anywhere near my car. Even without driving home, I was in a whole lot of trouble. 

I awakened the next morning with a terrible headache. I went into the bathroom to relieve my bladder, and dragged myself back to the bed. As I pulled the covers back over me, Jenny walked into the bedroom, bringing me a very tall glass of orange juice and a couple of aspirins. 

"Here drink this. You're going to need it." she said 

I couldn't believe it. I knew I loved this woman for a reason. I had completely ditched her in the worst way yesterday, been drunk out of my mind, and probably wrecked a good night's sleep as a result of it. What did I get as punishment? I got a glass of juice in bed. 

"Honey, you were really drunk last night. When you are finished that, you should get some more sleep." she purred. 

I thought that sounded like a great idea. I sat up, put the aspirins in my mouth and chased them down with the orange juice. I hated that chalky taste of aspirin. I set down the empty glass on the night stand and rolled over and watched as my beautiful wife left the room. Her ass swayed back and forth as she walked out. And her blond hair was down today, reaching most of the way down her back. God she is hot, I thought as I closed my eyes again. 

I awoke the second time that morning, and knew that something wasn't right. I had an itch above my eye, and couldn't reach it. My arms wouldn't move. My eyes shot open. As I looked at my arms, I was shocked to see that my wrists were in thick leather cuffs, which were attached to the spindles in the headboard. I pulled my arms as hard as I could, but they would not move. I thought that maybe the spindles would break, but they did not give. The bed had been handmade in Canada by Mennonites. It was a gorgeous mission style bed in solid oak. As I pulled harder, I realized that the only thing that was going to give was my muscles or joints. What the hell was this?

"Jenny!" I yelled as loudly as my lungs would allow while lying on my back with my arms above my head. 

"Jenny!" I repeated. I was greeted with silence. What in the name of God was going on?

"Jenny!"

I heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor downstairs, and the silence as she reached the carpeted stairs. I was shocked for the second time in just a few minutes as she entered our bedroom. She was dressed in black. The boots were insane. They had what had to be a three inch stiletto heel, and were made of soft leather that ran all the way up to the middle of her thighs. She had a very sexy thong that left very little to the imagination, and a bra that looked like it was pushing her wonderful C cup breasts up and out. Some sort of see through black robe like piece of lingerie hung from her shoulders, but remained undone in the front. Jenny looked like she had stepped off the pages of a Victoria's Secret catalogue. I had never seen her look so beautiful. In her hand, she carried a large black purse. It should have struck me as odd.

"Hello Hun, are you ready to pay the piper for your behavior yesterday?" Jenny said, as she tossed the purse to the floor out of my view. 

"Jenny, what the hell is this? Take these damn things off!" I exclaimed.

"No, you are going to be wearing those for a while today. Let me tell you about my day yesterday. I was worried sick. You called to say you were on your way home, and I got everything ready for a nice night. A barbecue, a bottle of wine, and a night at home with my man."

"Jenny I am so sorry..." I began.

"Shut up and listen!" snapped Jenny with an edge of venom in her voice that let me know she was serious. "I started to worry. I called your cell phone, and got your voicemail. I waited and waited, worried that you had been in a car wreck, or worse, and that's when your mother showed up. No call, no invitation, she just waltzed in, poured herself some wine, and began to bore me to death with her endless descriptions of every meal she has eaten in the last few weeks." 

Jenny sat on the bed beside me as she continued. I could smell her perfume. She smelled incredible. The covers moved a little as she sat, and dragged across my cock with a delicious shock. I realized that I was as hard as a rock. 

"I finally began to panic and called Melissa. She told me that you were golfing with Greg. I lost it.", my wife said. "I told her that I wanted to strangle you. Melissa could tell I was fuming and hinted that there were better ways to get even, and I should go meet her for a drink. So I left your mother sitting on the deck, and left to go meet Melissa. You are going to have to call your mother later today I think." laughed Jenny.

"She wanted me to meet her at a bar in Royal Oak. We had a drink, and she helped me hatch a plan. That Melissa is one kinky woman. She took me to an adult store that she frequents, and I spent a little money. Well, actually, a lot of money. And here we are. Today is my day. You will do as I say, or there will be serious consequences."

I was not sure what to make of any of this. My wife had me tied to our bed, my personal assistant seemed to be heavily involved in whatever the hell was going on here, and my wife had just admitted to spending money at a sex store on restraints and God knows what else. I tried to pull my wrists free again, to no avail.

Jenny moved up the bed, and placed a leather covered knee on either side of my head. She reached down and pulled aside the black thong. Her beautiful blond pussy was neatly trimmed and looked fantastic. She looked deeply into my eyes, and repeated, "Today is my day".

I did not need to be given a road map. I loved my wife and her pussy. I began with long licks along her labia taking care to avoid her clit. As her excitement grew, I lengthened the strokes to include her clit. She immediately began to grind herself on my face. I redoubled my efforts, sucking the now larger button between my lips, trapping it, and rapidly whipping it with my tongue. She thrashed her hips back and forth across my lips and nose, cutting off my oxygen supply. I realized that I could not do anything about it. I could not move my arms, and her weight directly on my face was more than I could move with only the muscles in my neck. I had to continue to make her cum in order to get her off me. I was no more than a tool for her to get off on as she ground herself across my face faster and faster. Suddenly, she went rigid and let out what could only be described as a wail, as her juices drenched my face. I savoured her taste as she removed herself from my face. 

So far, this wasn't too bad. I loved eating Jenny's pussy. If she wanted to take a little more control in the bedroom, how bad could that be?

Apparently, I was about to find out. 

Jenny got off the bed, and reached under it. She pulled out another leather cuff that had a long nylon strap attached to it. She pulled the covers off of my body, and ran the leather around my ankle and buckled it tightly. She then proceeded to do the same to the other ankle. 

"See honey, this isn't so hard, is it?" She gave my cock a squeeze as she winked one of her ice blue eyes at me, "Oh, maybe it IS hard!" she giggled.

Jenny stood on the bed, and took the two nylon straps above my head, and fed one, then the other into tightening clips that were attached to the cuffs on my hands. She smiled at me and pulled one strap and then the other. My ankles immediately rose off of the bed and towards my head. This had the effect of raising my ass off of the mattress, and as she continued to pull the straps tighter, separating my legs. I was all of a sudden in a very vulnerable position, and was having none of it.

"Okay Jenny, you've made your point, it's time to end this charade!" I said firmly. 

Jenny looked at me with a sly smile and said, "Melissa told me you would probably freak out right about now." She stepped down off of the bed and knelt down. I heard her fumbling in the purse at the side of the bed.

"Jenny, I mean it. Get these God damned restraints off of me. This isn't funny."

Jenny rose back up holding a long piece of leather with a round hole in it about halfway down. I had no idea what it was. 

"Open wide, Baby", she cooed.

As she reached toward my face with the thing, I turned my head and clamped my teeth shut. That was not going in my mouth.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." she said without emotion. 

I just shook my head. Jenny climbed under the strap holding my ankle, and again, put a knee on either side of my head, holding me in place. She pinched my nose, and pushed the centre of the device against my lips. The hole in the middle was actually a ring made of some sort of hard plastic. Eventually, I could hold my breath no longer, and opened my mouth desperate for a breath. Jenny jammed the ring in past my upper teeth, and then pushed the bottom into place behind my teeth. Before I could push it out with my tongue, she was pulling the ends together behind my head. It took her a few minutes to buckle the ends together, but she held it tightly in place the whole time she struggled to buckle it. Eventually, she fed the strap through, and buckled it tightly.

"There!" she squealed, "That was a bitch, but you're fucked now"

Jenny never swore, but she was right. I was in a very compromised position. I could feel cool air on my anus, my wrists were immobile, my ankles in the air, I had some fiendish gag in my mouth that left my mouth stretched wide open and accessible, but was unable to make any sort of coherent noise.

"Are you comfy, Baby?", she asked. As she climbed back under the strap and knelt down beside the bed.

"Nnnnnng" was all I could respond. Of course I wasn't comfy.

Jenny began rummaging in the purse again. I was beginning to worry about what was next. The crazy thing was that my cock was as really hard. It was like it had a mind of its own.

She set a small bottle beside my head where I could read it. I was now very worried. It was anal lube. And not just anal lube, but warming anal lube. Did they make that? They must, I was staring at a bottle of it. Beside it, Jenny held a large oddly shaped piece of rubber. At the tip, it was round and narrow, and then flared out, getting wider then abruptly became narrow again, with what looked like a stand on the bottom. 




A Lesson Learned



"This is a butt plug, Andy. Guess where it's going? she asked as she twirled the toy inches in front of my face. 

"Nnng oooh!, I screamed. That was not going in my ass. Nothing was.

Jenny took the lube and the plug, and got up on the bed between my tethered legs.

"This is soooo hot." she said.

Jenny unscrewed the cap to the lube, and holding my sac out of the way, dripped a generous amount into the crack of my ass. She coated her index finger and then spread the lube she had dripped across my sphincter. I jumped as she tapped her finger on the little rosebud.

"Melissa says that all guys love getting their ass done by their woman once they get over themselves. She said you have to relax. If you don't, it will hurt." 

Her slippery finger began to exert pressure on my sphincter. I could tell right away, it was going to give in. It was a battle that I couldn't win. The pressure on it increased. I think I whimpered as her finger finally entered me. Jenny held her finger still for a moment, as I tried to come to grips with the weird sensation. She pulled it out, and coated more lube on the finger, and pushed it right back in. There was no battle this time. It slid in a little deeper than the last. Jenny alternated holding her finger still, then gently pushing, pulling, and wiggling. I had to admit after a few minutes that it actually was beginning to feel good. The lube was warming up, amplifying the empty feeling each time she pulled her finger out to add more lube. 

Jenny gave a push, and her finger was now deep inside me. She was moving it around, almost as though she was searching for something. 

"Ooooonnggg", I cried out through the ringed gag as her finger rubbed against something that sent jolts of pleasure through my to cock.

"Aha, I just found your prostate, Hun. We are going to have a whole lot of fun with that today." she whispered huskily. Jenny then pulled her finger from my ass, and picked up the butt plug.

She coated huge amounts of lube on it and put the narrowest point against my sphincter.

"I think you're ready for this now."

Jenny began pushing on the rubber butt plug. At first it went in easily, but then it began to widen, and become uncomfortable. Jenny sensed this and stopped. She pulled it out, and added more of the evil warming lubricant that by now had my ass aglow. She began pushing again. This time, it went in much deeper. But it was stretching me too far. It was really starting to hurt. She stopped again, and pulled it out, adding more lube. Again it entered me. It was almost in. Jenny was not stopping this time. She increased the pressure. I thought that my ass was going to split. I remembered her advice about relaxing, and seriously tried to let my sphincter go and relax around the intruder. It hadn't looked all that big in front of my face, but it felt huge. I thought that it was surely going to injure me. And then suddenly my sphincter contracted. It was a jolt of pleasure and relief all mixed together as the pain disappeared, and the plug seated itself in my ass. It was in. My sphincter was firmly gripped around the narrow piece between the plug and the base.

"Oooooo, Baby, that is sooooo hot", Jenny dripped. She tapped the butt plug sending wicked sensations through my ass.

She then climbed off of the end of the bed, and pulled up two more straps that seemed to be attached to the footboard. She attached them to the cuffs on my ankles, and undid the straps holding my feet up by my head. My legs thankfully dropped back to the bed. She then began tightening the new straps. This had the effect of trapping me in a spread eagle form on the bed. How on earth did I not notice the straps already attached to the bed? With my legs down, the pressure of the plug in my ass increased. I was very, very full of rubber. And I was very aware of the heat surrounding the plug.

She made her way back to the purse beside the bed and proceeded to pull out two very small rubber spatulas. I was reminded of licking icing off the ones my mother used when she made birthday cakes when I was young. She placed them beside my head. I was beginning to understand her game. I was being forced to watch her prepare whatever was coming next. Jenny then placed a controller of some sort next to it. It was white plastic, very cheaply made, with a round dial. There was a wire coming from the controller that ended in what looked like a small headphone jack. 

"We are starting your punishment now. You really made me mad last night, and I am going to make you think twice about ever pulling that crap again." Jenny said in a very matter of fact manner. 

I had no idea of what was coming, but I was certain that I didn't want to know.

"Nnnng ooooorr eeee!" I tried to apologize through the gag, which was making swallowing very difficult.

"It is 10:55. I am going to tease you until 11:55, and then you can cum. Let me rephrase that. Then you will cum." Jenny said.

She grabbed the controller and hopped back up on the bed between my legs. The spatulas remained beside my head. She knelt between my legs, and took the wire from the controller, and pushed it against the butt plug. I felt a tiny click as the tiny jack locked home. She turned the dial on the controller, and stared at my face to watch my reaction as the plug came to life. The demonic thing was a vibrator! Her finger on my prostate was nothing compared to this. She turned the speed way up for just a second or two, before turning it back down to a gentle hum. When she turned it up, I felt my eyes roll up in my head. I had never felt anything like this before. 

Jenny leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. It was so hard, her mouth so warm and wet. She gently and slowly took it in and out, in and out, teasing me with her tongue. Her long blond hair was tickling my thighs. With the vibration in my anus and her free hand rubbing my balls, I knew I wouldn't last long. As I got closer and closer, she stopped.

"Not yet, Baby." she laughed. "It hasn't been an hour yet, it's only been a few minutes."

I pleaded through the gag to cum, but it was not to be. Once I had sufficiently backed off, she turned the vibrating plug up, and began pushing on a spot between my ass and my balls. The feeling was intense. She was forcing my prostate to rest more tightly against the vibrating plug in my ass. She then began stroking my cock at a maddeningly slow pace. It felt so good, but I needed more to cum.

"Melissa says this is called edging." Jenny turned the vibration up some more, and took my cock back in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. As she sucked on it, knew I could cum, just one more stroke and I was there. The vibration stopped, and so did the blowjob.

I screamed in frustration as Jenny burst out laughing. 

"Not yet big boy!"

My cock felt like it was going to burst beyond its six and a half inches it was so hard and ready. I did not like edging. Jenny took me to the edge no fewer than six times in that hour. I really needed to cum. Mercifully for the last fifteen minutes, the vibrator had been at a very low setting. 

At 11:55, Jenny looked at the clock and said "that was fun. Now it's time to make you cum. Did you know that both edging and prostate stimulation will greatly increase how much ejaculate you expel?" 

Ejaculate? Expel? Why the hell was she talking like that?

Jenny took my cock in her mouth and began slowly caressing it, in and out. As my excitement began to rise, her other hand took the controller, and turned the dial slowly all the way up. The vibrating plug whirred to a fury inside me. She then began pressing on that spot between my ass and balls. Her mouth increased suction and speed. There very loud strange noise in the room that I realized was me screaming through my gag. I was cumming, and cumming harder than I ever had in my life. Jet after jet of cum raced from my cock into her mouth. As my orgasm subsided, Jenny turned off the vibration in my ass. I was hyperventilating and seeing stars. Jenny began moving up my body. The things my wife could make me feel. This had been weird, but amazing. I was so in love with her. Jenny was still moving upward. I figured she was just going to cuddle me. This was something else. She was now on her knees. Once again, I felt the leather of those boots on my ears as she trapped my head between her legs. She squeezed my head tightly, and picked up the spatulas, resting one on each thigh, the wooden handle of each tucked into the top of each boot.

I looked into her eyes and saw the same look the sly lioness has when it sees that its prey has realized its impending fate. It suddenly dawned on me.

She still had my cum in her mouth. 

I tried to turn my head, but her legs had me trapped. She grabbed my hair and held me immobile. I watched in horror, cursing this open gag that had my mouth forced wide open. She was smiling as she slowly let the cum drip from her lips. A huge long strand stretched from her mouth all the way to mine. I felt it touch my tongue. We were joined by a strand of my cum. She pushed more out of her mouth, and it quickly followed along the first strand. When the strand broke, she giggled, mouth still full, and leaned closer, letting a huge amount drop into my mouth. I wanted to gag. She spit even more into my waiting helpless mouth. 

Now I had a huge amount of my own cum and her saliva to deal with. I lay there not sure what to do. This was so gross. I was still trapped between her legs, but at least now she had let go of my hair. I could move my head up and down.

"Swallow." she said, staring into my eyes.

With my new limited movement, I leaned my head forward, and using my tongue, tried pushing the cum up and out of the gag. It dripped out past the gag, and down my chin. If only I could do that a few more times. Jenny picked up one of the rubber spatulas, and calmly scraped the cum off of my face and deposited it right back in through the gag. This wasn't going to work.

"Swallow" she said. "We can do this all day. The longer you wait, the more you will have to swallow. Your body knows that there is something yummy in your mouth, and is pouring saliva in there to help you eat it. Swallow."

She was right. I could feel my own saliva seeping into my mouth, ever increasing the volume. I realized that it was the thought of what I was being forced to do that was making me gag. The taste was neither good nor bad. I think I was actually beginning to come to terms with my situation. But just as I was about to try to swallow with this damn gag, a challenge on its own, Jenny stuck her finger in my mouth and began wiping cum across my teeth. She was trying to make it harder to get. I swallowed. And then again. And again. Thank God it was over.

"I enjoyed that sweetie. Are you ready to go again? "

My cock was rock hard. What was wrong with me? I could never get hard so quickly.

"You are ready. The Viagra I crushed in your OJ this morning seems to be working well. That's good, because we have a big day planned for you. Melissa will be here soon, and she's bringing some of her really good toys." Jenny chuckled.

Melissa, my assistant was coming here, today, with me like this? What had I gotten myself into?

To be continued...



A Lesson Learned



He walked in the door with that smile on his face. I'm going to call it his handsome devil grin. He immediately pushed me against the wall, put his strong hand on my throat and kissed me breathless. My body came alive as he choked me and pressed hard against me. I knew right there I wanted him in me. I just didn't know where specifically. I don't even know if I cared.

I reached down, trying to work my hand between our body to feel his sex. I desperately needed to feel him grow in my hand. I didn't accomplish my desired goal. He quickly grabbed my hands, put them above my head and held them there firmly.

"Do not move, " he stated gently.

Biting my lip, I looked up at him and nodded slowly as a whimper escaped. He left me leaning against the wall and I closed my eyes trying to focus. Not moving is a difficult thing for me sometimes. I fidget and squirm and often have a strong need to have a finger in my mouth to chew on. But I didn't want to disappoint him and for the moment that conquered my itch to move.

Just as I opened my eyes, I see him taking his belt off. Watching intently, I wonder if he's getting undressed or if he has other things on his mind. He has never used a belt on me before. Surely, he isn't. Right... Wrong! I could tell by the gleam in his eyes. Will it hurt? How hard will he swing it? Oh, goodness... where will he leave his marks?

Trailing it gently along my leg, he moves in closer, smiling that devilish grin and nips at my neck. Once, twice, three times harder. I fight to move and despite my uncertainty of what he has planned, I remember the trust I have in him and feel a strong urge to touch him. But I don't.

"You can move your arms now. Get undressed for me. Completely."

All at once I am self-conscious. I remember every flaw, every stretch mark and wanted to hide. He senses my nervousness. "Go on, baby, " he whispers softly.

I pull my t-shirt over my head and reach to push down my shorts and panties all in one motion. Tossing them easily to the floor and pushing them aside, I start to fidget, lifting up and down on my heels and wringing my fingers. His eyes are like fire on my flesh. When he takes my hand in his I feel the fire spread throughout my body and settle in my sex. Sir, oh, Sir.. what are you doing to me??!!

He guides me slowly into the bedroom. He turns on the light and my eyes blink, adjusting to the brightness. Wary, curious... I watch him as he sits down on the edge of the bed. Quickly he pulls me across his knees and I gasp in surprise.

"Hey, what are you doing.. I mean, Sir....," I stammer.

"I'm going to remind you to answer your phone when I call."

"But.. I couldn't. I didn't do it on purpose. Please, Sir," I beg.

"Hush NOW."

He runs his hand over my bottom and I forget briefly the real reason I'm across his lap. His hands are soothing yet scorching my skin and I just want more. Then all of a sudden his hand is gone and coming down hard on my left cheek. I feel the sting and am startled. I shift on his thighs and he places a hand on my upper back firmly. Then I feel it again, this time harder. The next time still harder. The heat is spreading across my cheeks and down my thighs.

I reach down and wrap my hand around his leg. I bit my lip and want to fight the tears he has brought on. I sniffle a few times.

"Are you going to answer your phone next time, baby?" he asks.

"But I couldn't..." My words are cut off by another stinging smack. And another. I reach up and wipe the tears.

"Are you going to answer your phone next time, baby?" he repeats.

"Yes, Sir," I whisper.

"Good girl," he states, rubbing his hand over my bottom soothingly before pulling m up on his lap. Curling up close to him, I let him feel the lingering tears as I lean my head on his chest.

He allows me that comfort for several minutes before pushing me to my knees in front of him. I don't know how but in seconds his dick is out and in my mouth. My green eyes widen as I look up at him, my lips wrapped firmly around his sex. Right then he grabs a handful of my hair and starts fucking my mouth. His hunger obvious as he thrusts and gags me. He repeats this over and over, each time going deeper and keeping it there longer. My body shivers and I scoot on my knees closer.

He pulls out, smacking my face with his thickness and I squirm more. I want him back. Before this thought is barely out, he is ramming back in my mouth, forcefully feeding me his dick. He is relentless, breathing is difficult, tears are flowing. For a second, I think of what a mess I am. That thought is fleeting and replaced with the strong desire I have for his dick.

He grunts and talks low. I hear random words - baby.. suck this dick.. my mouth. All words that inspire me to want to please him. This continues for a long time. He switches from demanding to gentle and allowing me more control. I suck him and stroke him at the same time, taking advantage of the moment to breathe. better.. better...I can breathe again. Until he hungers for his dick deep in my mouth again and grabs my head, holding it firmly and feeds it to me roughly. oh, go...d... I can't breath again... but I just might cum if he continues this.

In and out, over and over, he shows very little mercy and becomes so hard. His thickness and urgency have my jaws hurting, but I will not stop. I want his pleasure.

But he stops and demands, "On the bed, spread wide.. Now, slut!"

I'm breathing and moving and there I am as he demands. He grabs my legs, pushing them up and over my head. He slams into me with a fierce determination. I put my hand in my mouth, biting a finger hard. He pulls out and leans up watching me.

"Please, Sir.. please..."

He watches me intently and slams back into me, hitting deep. My eyes widen in surprise and I squirm, lifting, meeting him, whimpering.

"Fuck me, Big Daddy.. please.. please"

He puts all of his weight on me and gives it to me hard. I release and my entire body is jerking as I melt beneath him in an incredible orgasm. My muscles tighten around him and need more and more as I spasm. He grunts loud, almost a growl, and spills himself in me. I cling to him.

"Fuck, baby. I love being deep inside you." His statement is a low stammering whisper, making me smile. He moves off of me, pulling me over next to him. I'm breathless... and sore already.

"Now what was tonight's lesson, slut?" he asks.

"That your dick is a God and fits me perfectly," I giggle out.

He smacks my ass bringing back the sting and just looks at me.

"The lesson is that I shall answer my phone so you don't worry and have access to me. Sir."

"Right. Good girl."