0 comments/ 18369 views/ 3 favorites Wall By: Leah Bordello Hands grab me from behind, pushing me up against a cold brick wall....His right hand is holding my hair in a scruff like a cat's neck, his left hand is on my left shoulder, keeping me firmly against the wall. I gasp. Startled. A little shocked, a little scared, and more than a little excited. I struggle between the cold bricks against my face and the hand holding my head in place to turn just a little, straining my eyes to catch a glimpse of him in the darkness, but he holds my head in place and whispers roughly "Don't move!" His voice makes me shiver. Even if I wanted to escape, I know I've got no chance of moving. His body is heavily pressed against mine, I can feel the burning heat and hardness of his crotch against my arse and I think I like it. He's still for a few moments, they're only seconds but they pass like hours for me. I become aware of my short shallow breathes in the night air, my rapid heart thudding against my rib cage. He relaxes a little, breathing hot against my neck, making my skin tingle. His left hand is keeping me against the wall and his right hand is still roughly grasping my hair, pulling my head back. He moves his left hand around to my front, allowing me to move a little away from the wall. He pulls at the buttons of my top, struggling to find my breasts through the fabric. Familiar hands graze my nipples and I internally scream. I start to relax into him. Falling against him, melting at his touch, putty in his hands. He pulls my head to the side, kissing my exposed neck. I moan, unconsciously. He knows that my struggle is over. I now know that he won't hurt me. He's too caught up in the moment, he's under my spell as much as I am under his. The magic of touch, the power that sex promises. He turns me around to face him. We stare into each others eyes, there's the connection of understanding, the beginnings of a smile. Then his mouth comes down on mine, silencing something I wasn't going to say. I take control, ripping open the remaining buttons of my top, exposing my naked flesh to my audience, the dark night and this man. Adding fuel to his desire he kisses my flesh, licking it, feeling it. He sucks on my neck, nibbling and biting me, I bite down on my bottom lip, I hope he'll draw blood. I want him to hurt me, just a little. Fear and a little pain heighten my awareness, making every pleasure greater. Increasing sensation. Doubling, no, tripling my pleasure. He looks down at me, he knows what he's doing to me. I draw his head down to me, kissing his mouth with such ferocity that I wish we could devour each other, like two snakes eating each other up. I need him inside of me in every way possible. I grind my hips against his, feeling his cock so close to me, so urgently wanting me. This spurs him on as he undoes his fly and releases it. Hot and hard in the cold night air, he pulls my panties to one side and hoists me up by my thighs. Slowly he lowers me onto his throbbing cock which my hungry pussy willingly accepts. Using the brick wall to balance me he thrusts in and out, I cling to his neck, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. My clothes don't do much to protect my arse from the grazings of the brick wall, but it feels too good to complain. He enters me hard, he fucks me fast. Holding me firmly as I move around on his cock. It starts to rain, water splashes from our bodies and sticks us together. Steam rises from my exposed flesh as I climax in a mixture of pleasure and adrenalin. Hot bodies and cold rain. I beg for more. I want it harder, faster, deeper, I'll take it anyway he'll give it, I just don't want it to end. I moan and scream into the night air, free to express my climax with animal noises. He holds me tightly to him, I feel a rush of heat inside of me. He catches his breath, not letting me go, still connected. Slowly he slides out of me and lowers me to my feet. Our communal juices run down my legs as we walk the two blocks to our house hand in hand in the rain. Wall Hanging Katherine tried again to stretch and relieve some of the pressure on the balls of her feet. Although she was of good height for a woman at 5' 7", the hook above her head was too high and the ropes strung from it that held her hands raised together were too tight. She could only sigh and whimper and wait. Blindfolded and hung from a hook drilled into the wall near the ceiling high above her head, she could at least relax her spine against the cool wall. She was strung up too high to stand comfortably, so all she could do was shift every few minutes from supporting herself on one pair of toes to another. She had no idea how long she had been hanging there. Sometime in the morning, He had woken her up by pulling her long dark hair and slapping her face. He had dragged her out of his bed while she was still nude and put the blindfold over her eyes and then tied her to this position. This wasn't the first time, only the latest. He told her to wait there until He came back, as if she had a choice. Even on the days when the cleaning crew came in to attend to the rest of the house, she was always gagged and bound. They never came in to whatever room He put her in (she never knew which one). She once tried feebly to scream, but gave up as soon as she realized she was almost about to cum. Ashamed and humiliated, she had quieted herself and sucked the ball gag as if it was a cock and felt her pussy throb with a minor orgasm. Since then, she had learned to wait for His return. She was usually left with a ball gag in her mouth and this time He must have been away for many hours because she was out of spit to form around it. Her chin was drying the last of her saliva and her muscles were beginning to cramp when she suddenly felt hands undoing the gag. Before she could work her jaw to form words, a cold wet cloth was shoved in her mouth. She sucked hungrily at it and felt some strength return to her limbs. After a few seconds, she felt a strip of leather brush over her nipples. Before she could guess what it was, the belt struck the side of her right breast and then her left. The blows were repeated and the sharp pain sent shockwaves through her body and she could feel intense throbs inside her vagina with each one. Her knees trembled and heels jumped against the wall. The belt then descended lightly over her head in a loop and tightened around her throat as a hand pulled her hair out of the noose. The loose end was pulled between her large breasts, now swelling with blood from the lashes. As the loop constricted, she opened her mouth around the cloth in a gasp and immediately felt something sharp and metallic enter. "Stay still," He commanded. She could feel the blades envelop her tongue and knew they were scissors. Her tongue pushed up through the cloth to hold them in place as He left them there. Her throat constricted more as the belt was pulled down again and she could feel His knuckles brush past her taut stomach and over her pelvis. The edge of the leather strip brushed her clit a few times and she thrust out her head and moaned around her difficult gag. In her distraction, she had let her knees move in closer than He wanted and she felt the sharp slap of His hand slam between them. "Knees apart. Twelve inches. Always, until told." She complied and tried to breathe and relax and concentrate, but she could feel He was teasing her exposed labia with the belt tip. Even though she was mostly dehydrated, her pussy betrayed her and dripped juice down her thighs. Embarrassed by her own lewdness, she hardly noticed as He fastened something to the first belt loop hole and inserted it past her swollen pussy lips. As He gently let go of it she could immediately sense that it was some sort of steel hook. Dull, thankfully, but it still made her thrust her neck out even more so it didn't threaten to rip up into her. Her breathing became sharp and ragged and she felt a small orgasm explode as her clit rubbed the metallic member. She almost cried with the humiliation and pleasure of it. A few more seconds passed as she drooled past the cloth and through the scissors and down onto her breasts. She could faintly hear the click and whine of a camera as He shot pictures of her and she surrendered to another small orgasm at the thought of how she must look hanging against the wall blindfolded, with blades in her mouth and a strap tied around her neck pulling a hook up into her cunt. She trembled even more severely this time as her excitement passed and her body demanded rest. Her sex was still swollen and pleading and she almost wept for the extent of her sluttish needs. Minutes passed, maybe an hour? Katherine no longer had any real notion of time. There was only the time when He came home and then a brief moment when He unbound her, just before she surrendered to sleep, that she consciously thought of the outside's conception of time. She knew she had signed a contract with Him for a month of His attention, with no safe word for escape. She could not remember why she had done it and no longer cared. For the past few days (or was it weeks?) she let Him do anything at all at anytime He wished. All she knew now was the slut. The slut was that girl or woman or beast inside of her that craved only to be fed and cared for and fucked. It had argued against every piece of her mind for years and destroyed several relationships. It had finally won the war within and she could vaguely recall the armistice she signed in this man's presence. She knew she met Him through some website she had tried on a whim, but even that thought she wanted to discard. He was here and was paying attention to her unlike any she had experienced before. She wasn't even sure she wanted the contract to end or even if He would honor it, but even such a thought as this flew away under the pressure of the hook and the gag and the blindfold. "Be still. Be quiet. Be good." The ropes that held her hands slackened gradually and she felt herself lowered toward the floor. Some part of her mind told her to turn her head in case she met the floor but another part – a part put there by Him – forced it away and said He would never let that happen. Indeed, the rope tightened again and she hung there at what she could only guess was a 45-degree angle. Her toes throbbed with pleasure to be released from gravity and her feet scrabbled to plant themselves against the wall. Again, her cunt throbbed as new sensations of relief and ultimate submission battled and flooded her. She groaned loudly and almost lost the scissors, but she clenched her jaw and felt the blades scrape the insides of her cheeks and pinch her tongue. She whined repeatedly until she felt the scissors being removed. She tried a muffled "thank you" past the cloth but was cut short as she was slapped across her face on each side. "Be still. Don't make me tell you again." The skin of her face was still stinging as he re-inserted the scissors. She concentrated on them even as she felt her knees being slapped further apart. "Two feet now... further... good girl." She felt her ass cheeks slapped lightly. Her dripping pussy was now fully exposed and she could feel the air carrying away the moisture on her engorged lips. She wanted to drop her head and moan again, but was afraid of the scissors and of disappointing Him. Instead, she breathed harder and focused her thoughts on her cunt, just the way she knew He wanted her. "Relax." She could feel something moving across her ass cheeks and she let go of herself and simply hung there. A rubber object starting pressing against her asshole and she instinctively resisted, even though she knew she shouldn't. A sharp slap landed hard and fast on her butt, followed soon after by three more. She whimpered and concentrated on the scissors. The butt plug was withdrawn for a second and then returned with a slick and oily texture. The lubrication worked on her hole and opened her without her even thinking. She tried to stop thinking and accept it. As the thick piece of rubber entered her, she stifled herself and pushed down in her stomach to take it all, just like she had been taught a good little slut should. The plug entered her tight asshole and she breathed even harder through her dangerous gag. He pressed it deeper inside of her and she tried to relax and push down more to take it, but there just always seemed more to take. Her tongue stroked the scissor blades through her cloth gag as she tried to scream when He forced the plug all the way in. Panting and sweating, she felt His hands stretch tape across her ass to keep the intruding thing inside of her. Next, she felt His hands gathering her hair and gently pulling it back and tying it into a ponytail. She could sense rather than feel Him standing over her suspended body, straddling her with his legs. She yearned to brush up against even one pant leg, but He was careful to avoid her body. She began to feel Him pulling slowly back on her hair and she realized she had let her head droop far lower than she had thought. As her head was pulled gradually back, the belt tightened and her neck constricted and the hook buried in her cunt was forced up into her. As it bumped into the thin skin that separated it from the plug in her ass, a long low wail began in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the pain even as a massive wave of excitement built and pulsed in her pussy. She had no idea how far He had pulled her back, but when the force of the hook pushing against the plug finally turned her wail into a scream, her tongue pushed hard against the scissors and the terrible pinching it suffered there only increased her pain and her pleasure. She knew she was cumming in a way she had never experienced before – a long terrible tide of pain and humiliation and raw pleasure. The belt had finally constricted so far she could no longer breathe and she began to choke, but managed to keep from thrashing. Her hair was gently and excruciatingly slowly released so she could lower her head and slacken the leather strip. With every merciful centimeter He released she felt her cunt throb with smaller waves of ecstasy as the hook receded and her breathing returned. Eventually He let her hair go and her head drooped as low as it could and she felt herself giving in to exhaustion. Just as she thought she might pass into a delirium, she felt His hand stroking her back and her senses came alive again. "Good girl. You did just fine, little slut. I'm very proud of you." Katherine moaned and managed to raise her head up to show how she could do even better and was ready. Some part of her mind recoiled at how submissively grateful she was for His praise and how she almost cooed at the feel of His gentle petting, but that part had become just a shred of a memory of her former self that she had put in a box weeks ago. She even giggled a bit as she looked forward to anything He wanted to do next. She could sense Him move and come to stand in front of her and she raised her head even higher in the hope that He would let her suck His cock. The anticipation of it thrilled her and the pressure of the hook and plug carried this feeling into an exquisite pulsing throughout her body. Even if He only removed the gag, she yearned to beg to taste his dick or lick hungrily at his balls or even just to beg for hours while He simply stood there considering her. Instead, she felt a cold metal clamp being attached to her right nipple and a screw tightening it. The nipple pinched, bulged, thickened and was fastened. The same was done to the other one and the new sensation made her moan softly and repeatedly. She could feel her nipples being pulled up and closer together and guessed there was a chain between the clamps. As they rose, so did her excitement and pleasure. She heard a metallic snap and sensed that He had attached the chain to the belt buckle at her neck. She experimented with nodding her head slowly and was rewarded with intense waves of pain and pleasure in various parts of her body. "Good girl. That's my good girl. Show me how you can fuck yourself. Go on." Katherine's head nodded rhythmically up and down as she used the tightness of the belt to yank her nipples and fuck herself with the hook. While she tried to bring her head as high as she could to show how good of a slut she could be, she felt something touch her clit past the metal of the hook. It began vibrating and she squealed. The rip of tape sounded and she could tell He was fastening it to her clit. As He let go and straddled her prone body again, she felt the vibrations increase in intensity. She also felt her hair being pulled back again and her head rising even higher than before. She moaned loudly past the chokehold on her throat, feeling the sensations of hook and plug and clamps and vibrator all at once. It was more than she could bear and she started to writhe. "Patience, little slut. Just hold it a little while longer." Katherine's body was in torment and overwhelmingly stimulated. She tried to focus on His words and calm her breathing and accept her torture. She managed to keep from screaming and only sobbed in supplication. Finally, the vibrations rapidly diminished and her hair was let go and as blood circulated to the areas that had been the most under pressure, her body shook with millions of tiny orgasms that left her utterly exhausted. She could only barely sense Him removing the clamps, then the scissors, then the belt and hook. She sighed and might even have climaxed again as they were withdrawn, but her body was spent. An oily substance was applied to her buttocks and the tape that held the butt plug in place was easily removed along with the object. Finally, the cloth in her mouth was gently extracted and he held her chin so she could have a few sips of water. As He lowered her slowly to the floor and undid her bindings, she curled up and wanted nothing more than to sleep, but then felt her body being lifted by His strong arms. She still had the blindfold on, but even if she had the strength to do it, she would not remove it. He had not told her to and that was enough. Soon, she felt the air change to something warm and humid and felt she was being lowered into a tub of warm, soapy water. She fought the desire to slip into sleep immediately as He bathed and massaged her tired body. He removed the blindfold and she blearily saw only His smile as He cleaned her face. She managed a feeble smile and then gave in to exhaustion. Katherine awoke at some point the next day. She stretched and sighed in the king sized bed He had always taken her to at the end of the night. She was surprised He had left without binding her up or tying her to the bed or hanging her from the wall. There were only a couple of occasions were He had left her unbound. She looked around the room and found to no surprise a long black evening gown hanging from the door. She knew in instances like this He liked to see her fully dressed and made up and ready to go out when He came home. They never went out, of course. He would only do things to her while she was dressed and make her feel like a whore pretending to be a woman of class. The first time it happened she was disappointed at first because she loved the gown and liked the way she looked in it and wanted to eat at a nice restaurant, but after He began to go to work on her she lost all thought of anything but pleasing Him. It was humiliating and degrading and now she couldn't wait to be ready for Him. She spent some time stretching and testing her aching limbs on the bed. He hadn't put any clothes on her last night and she still smelled of roses and lavender from the bath. Her muscles were still a little tired, but otherwise limber and strong - very strong, in fact. After a month of His ministrations, Katherine noticed she had lost what little fat she had carried around her belly and her arms, legs and torso had developed a tautness she never knew before. Suddenly, her stomach growled and reminded her she had not eaten at all yesterday and she looked over near the door and saw a tray set on a small wooden fold out dining stand. She gingerly left the bed and was happy her limbs and back didn't complain at all. She explored the tray and found cereal in a bowl and a vial of milk and container of yogurt chilling on melting ice. There was also an apple and an orange and a couple of fresh rolls and pats of butter. She ate hungrily of the cereal and yogurt, but decided to leave the rest for later. She tried to open the bedroom door and wasn't surprised to find it locked. She walked into the adjoining office space while eating her yogurt and ran her hands over the bars of the large golden cage placed there. It was 8 feet in diameter and took up most of the room and was floored with plush cushions and sported a central support beam she had often danced around when He came home on the days He had locked her up in there. She smiled slightly while thinking of it. She had always been a good dancer, but had never pole-danced until He requested. It didn't take long to learn the basics of it. She just treated the pole as both a dance partner and a lover and that seemed to work for Him. She let her hand trail off the bars and entered the master bathroom where she guessed He had taken her last night. It was perfectly cleaned – the cleaning crew must have come in while she was sleeping – and almost as large as the bedroom. She wondered about the cleaning people and what they must think of her. Have there been others before? She knew from the few dates they had before the contract that He had had several relationships and one divorce, but had He had many or any contracts? She had never thought to ask. She considered herself in the mirror after she threw out the empty yogurt container and decided she would ask as soon as the contract was up. She admired the new muscle tone on her body and tight skin around her belly. This wouldn't be a bad life at all, she thought, if I could just get out of this damn room. She felt the skin of her body as she turned in front of the large mirror over the counter sink. There were no bruises she could see and her breasts and ass seemed tighter and higher than she had seen them in years. Not so bad at all, she thought. She took up the razor and trimmed her pussy-hair growth and then began plucking stray hairs from various parts of her body with a set of tweezers that had been left on a washcloth near the razor. As she groomed herself, she thought of the last time He had allowed her to wear clothes and the evening they had spent together... She pulled the tight white thong up past her thighs and over her hips and felt the silky fabric rub against her clit and asshole. She paused for a moment to accept the wave of pain that overcame her tired muscles as well as the excitement of the sensation. Moving gingerly to the dresser, she took up the white corset and wrapped it around herself. Thankfully, the corset only compressed her ribs and stomach and her breasts remained exposed. Her nipples were sore and tender after the treatment she had to endure last night. After tightening the lace in the front as far as she could and still be able to breath, she approached the silver evening gown hung on the door. She noticed white nylon stockings hung over the wire hanger and pulled them down and put them on, securing them with garters to her thin thong. The silk of the gown was a relief to her aching body and she almost considered simply collapsing back into bed, but His note specified that He expected her to look her best when He arrived. If she wrinkled the gown, she wouldn't know what He might do. A part of her almost wanted to explore His punishment, but the part of her that remembered the bruises earned from last night told her to go to the bathroom and put on make-up. She was voraciously hungry and hoped this eveningwear meant He was taking her out to eat. As her stomach growled, she applied eyeliner and lipstick. Wall Hanging Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, she plucked the last remaining stray eyebrow hairs as He entered. Immediately, she stopped and stood still in front of the mirror. He appeared behind her and smiled that dazzling smile she had admired when she first met Him. "You look ravishing. I'm so very proud of you. Your beauty is beyond measure." She felt herself blush but then felt His hands lift her dress. The fingers of His right hand pushed down around her thong and met her pussy lips with a small metallic object. She inhaled as it was inserted into her cunt but stood still obediently as He wrapped the cord attached to it around her thong strap and let a small plastic device rest at the top of her ass crack as He readjusted her dress. The dress was bare-backed, but had slight ruffles at the small of her back which did well to hide what she could only guess was a vibrator controller. "So proud of you," He repeated as He touched the device through her dress and started a small vibration inside of her, along the top of her vagina, near the back of her clit. She closed her eyes and nodded. Tonight's dinner would not be without a price, she decided. He led her out of the room with her right arm crossed into His. They descended a staircase into a small crowd of well-dressed people. As He introduced her to them as His date, she felt a girlish rush of enthusiasm. She managed to forget all the nights He had locked her in a cage or the days He had chained her to a pole in the basement or a hook in a room somewhere. Tonight, she was His date and she felt nothing less than a debutante - a debutante with a bullet vibrating quietly in her pussy. She managed to maintain poise until He introduced her to a man she knew by sight. "Katherine, this is Congressman Wyatt. Congressman Wyatt, my enchanting date for the night, Katherine." She immediately wanted to launch into a tirade against this man she knew to be a staunch Right-To-Lifer and thick headed Tea Party hero. As soon as she opened her mouth, though, she felt Him turn up the vibrator to maximum and the sensation made her fall into the Congressman's arms instead. "I'm... just so... very pleased to meet you," she managed as she struggled back off of him. Wyatt was surprised and gleeful and pinched her shoulders as she hung on him. "My pleasure, I'm sure! Always glad to meet a supporter of our cause!" The vibrations diminished and she could manage to stand upright while leaning against Him. He gave her a glass of wine and they moved on to greet others. There were about thirty or so people, she guessed, and as far as she could tell she met them all. Everyone was dressed beautifully and she enjoyed being the date of the host. While they mingled, He was careful to keep her glass filled and chose which foods she may eat. Whenever she reached for a second helping of something she liked as a waiter passed by, he pushed up on the vibrator control and her hands fluttered back to her breast. People noticed her odd behavior, but no one commented. After an hour, Katherine's thong was soaked with her own juices. She could feel them start to seep down her legs and invade her stockings. She tried to beg Him to let her go to the bathroom, but as soon as she did, He would steer her toward another couple or group they should talk to – all the while increasing or decreasing the intensity of the vibrations in her. She managed to keep her speech level, she thought, but her knees wobbled when there was a lull and her breasts heaved out at people when there was a climax. After a couple of hours, all the men in the living room could not resist staring at her and all the women glared. At this point He guided her through sliding wood doors into an adjoining private study. He slid the doors shut and escorted her to behind the large mahogany desk, behind which there were only floor to ceiling windows which looked out on the spacious backyard, now darkened and covered in the shadows of night. He moved the chair out of the way and turned her to face the desk and doors. He reached down and opened a drawer and withdrew several things and placed them on one side of the desk. "Eyes front. Don't make a sound." Katherine wanted to look at the objects, but she did as she was told. She could hear the party going on beyond the doors and wanted to get back to it, but something inside of her told her that her place was to do as she was told and nothing else. "Arms above your head." Katherine stretched her arms as high as they could go and felt Him unzip the small zipper at the side of her gown. A thrill ran through her as He gathered the material of her dress and pulled the whole thing up and over her head and arms. She remained standing there in her corset and panties while he draped the gown over the back of the chair. "Head down on the table. Arms spread to the corners. Be good, little one." Katherine obeyed and bent at her hips to put her head down on the desk and stretched her arms as close to the far corners of the desk as possible. A few moments ago, she hadn't really given a thought to being fucked, even though her sopping wet pussy screamed for it, but now she felt a rush of passion well up inside. He kicked her feet wider and she could feel him tie a rope from one ankle to a near desk leg and then another. Her pussy throbbed around the weakly vibrating egg inside of her. He moved around to the front of the desk and stretched another set of nylon cords as far as they could go to secure one wrist and then another to the front desk legs. He moved back around behind her and ran his hands along her inner thighs and gently caressed her pussy lips pushing out around the thong. "Awwwwwhhhhh," Katherine screamed out at the rare gift of his hands on her sex. In return she received several sharp slaps on the back of her legs and ass. Her passionate scream was muffled and grew silent. He penetrated her vagina with two fingers and swirled them until he found the bullet. She breathed heavily and waited while He inspected it. He replaced it and turned up the intensity and Katherine almost hissed with desire. "Please fuck me!" she blurted out. She knew it wasn't her place to demand anything, but she couldn't help herself. Several more sharp slaps landed on her ass and she winced in pain. He took one of the objects off the desk and reached around to fasten a ball gag into her mouth. She whimpered and tried to turn and lift her head to pout at Him, but He thrust her face back down on the desk. He pulled up on the thong and it sank past her pussy lips and rubbed her asshole. She moaned and sucked on the ball gag as He continued to yank on it. It sawed through her moist lips and teased her ass and she tried again to beg to be fucked, but the ball gag was too large and she only gurgled and moaned again. The teasing stopped and she felt something large and oily rest against her asshole and begin to press in. She wriggled and tried to protest, but her bindings were too tight. Her pussy was aching with need and she wanted desperately for Him to fill it with whatever He wanted, but instead He continued to force a thick rubbery dildo up her ass. He slapped her burning cheeks again to remind her to remain still. She calmed down and focused on accepting it. As the giant dildo slid deeper into her she felt the pressure of it press down against her belly. She whined softly, but opened herself more to Him. Finally, He ceased feeding it into her and then bent the large jelly dildo so the other end was now pressing into her sopping wet cunt. Her juices ran freely down her legs and the tops of her stockings were soaked. She squealed as the other end of the object thrust into her and pressed the bullet still inside her vagina closer to the back of her clit. The sensations overwhelmed her and she immediately came even before He was finished shoving it in. She bit down hard on her gag and felt the rush and tingle emanate from her vagina and raise goose bumps on her skin. The corset she wore restricted her breathing, so even though she wanted desperately to breathe deeply and enjoy the sensation, she had to keep her breaths shallow and rapid and this resulted in a long spread of orgasmic feeling over her instead of a sharp climax. As the last tingle was leaving her and she opened her eyes, she noticed He was standing in front of her now. He stroked her hair, pulling it away from her face and caressed her cheek. "You've done very well, Katherine. I'm very proud of you. Now, just stay here for me like this and I'll come back when the party's over, ok?" Katherine managed only a "mmmfff" and "fffmmm" before resting her head back on the desk. As He left the room, she looked up to see if anyone looked in as He opened and closed the doors. Thankfully, no one did, but He left the doors open a crack and Katherine tried to moan loudly at Him in alarm. As she did so, she suddenly stopped and realized He was gone and her noises would only attract unwanted attention. The thought of this made her pussy tingle and she cursed her whorish impulse, before finally relaxing and allowing herself to imagine people taking turns at the door to watch her bound body strung over the desk with a giant rubber dildo shoved in her ass and cunt. After a few minutes of entertaining this idea, she was cumming again and moaning wildly past her gag. As soon as she realized what a noise she must be making, she opened her eyes and looked at the door. Someone was very definitely standing just outside, but she could not make out whom. After a few seconds, the figure departed and quietly shut the door all the way and she could only hope it had been Him. Humiliated and weary, she rested her head back down on the desk to wait out the rest of the night while enduring the constant vibrations from the bullet. Katherine shook herself free of the memory and gently removed the handle of the hairbrush she had shoved into her cunt during her daydream. She wanted to be ready for Him when He got home and she had no idea when that would be. She plucked the last stray hairs from her eyebrows and ran back to the hanging garment. She found the silky black thong and stockings and lacey bra strung up behind it and discovered a note taped to the dress. She took it off and scanned it and saw He intended to be home by 4 PM and expected her to be ready for Him. She discarded the note and looked at the alarm clock on the dresser. It read 3:34. She pulled on the undergarments, securing the stockings to her thong with the garters He had provided. She pulled the silky black gown over her head and down her lean and shapely body. It was a provocative piece, with a slit high up one leg and a deep v-cut between her breasts. She managed to zip it up her back and was applying lipstick and make-up in the bathroom mirror as she heard Him enter the bedroom. She gave one last look at her face and body and wished she had been given access to some kind of hairdresser. She sighed and pulled her soft brown hair back and secured it with a barrette in a loose ponytail before walking into the adjoining room with the cage to wait for him with her eyes staring at the floor. He stood for a while in the bedroom, motionless as He examined her from afar. When He moved to stand near her, she fought the impulse to look up and waited patiently as He looked more closely at her while He tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. His hand caressed one bare shoulder as He moved on to stand in front of the large windows. He took out a cigarette and lit and smoked in silence. From the corner of her eye she could tell He was dressed in a tuxedo. His broad shoulders and narrow waist complimented the athletic cut of the suit as the light from the window framed Him. She fought the urge to move and stand behind Him and embrace Him. He was beautiful, she knew, but the terms of the contract constrained her. It was not her place to try to hold Him. He snubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray on a small stand near the window. He turned and approached her and grabbed her hair and pulled her into the bathroom. She swallowed a yelp and bent down and let Him lead her. He threw her against the sink so she was facing it and then stood behind her. She could see Him in the mirror as His hands moved up her legs and pulled up her dress over her ass. "Please fuck me," she pleaded into the mirror. "Be quiet!" he commanded with a sharp slap on her ass cheeks. He reached down and opened a small drawer beneath the washbasin and withdrew a butt plug. Katherine moaned with concern as she saw it in His hand. She had hoped that at last He would take her out somewhere, but her hopes diminished as He took some lubricant from the drawer and spread some of it on the fat plug. As He pushed it past her thong and into her ass she accepted it with practiced ease and concentrated on His hands working on her. Her pussy began to moisten and she dared to speak once more. "Please... Please put your cock in me. Please." Several sharp slaps landed on her ass cheeks and her hands slammed down on the counter as she almost collapsed. When the waves of pain subsided, she looked back up into the mirror and saw Him adjusting her thong beneath the folds of her dress. "Keep this in you tonight. Do not remove it until I tell you. Also, this," He said as He shoved the small bullet into her cunt but kept the control in His hand. He pulled her dress back down and fed the cord through the slit along her side. He turned it on and looked at her face in the mirror. "Would you like to have dinner with me?" "Yes," Katherine said in a husky voice as the vibrations spread throughout her abdomen. He led her out of the bathroom and she tried to walk naturally, but the butt plug combined with the high heels made it impossible. She wobbled and leaned against Him as they neared the bedroom door. He put his arm around her waist and supported her and paused before opening the door. He looked directly into her eyes. "You're beautiful, Katherine. You look gorgeous tonight." This didn't mean anything to Katherine at first. Her beauty wasn't something she needed anyone to remind her of, but it occurred to her that this was the first time He had said anything like that to her while looking her in the eyes. She smiled in spite of herself and whispered a thank you. He guided her out the door and down the steps, which she only managed by clinging to His arms, and into the dining room next to the study. A thrill swept through her to see those sliding wood doors again, but soon she was escorted into the room and He made her sit in a large wood chair at a long table. As her ass met the seat, the plug pushed up and she closed her eyes and bit her lip. He patted her head and whispered in her ear that she was being a good little girl. He had placed her at the head of the table and He took a seat on her right – the side of her dress that had the slit and from which He could control the bullet inside of her. She noticed the table settings were set for just the two of them and was thankful for that. She wasn't sure she could bear being humiliated by Him in front of a large dinner party, but then even that thought made her pussy gush out juice and she squirmed. He lowered the intensity of the vibrations and reached out and stroked her arm. "Shhh... just relax now. We're going to have a nice dinner and I don't want you behaving like a slut during it. I rented a catering service for the night, so try to act like a lady." Katherine almost shot one scornful glance at Him but controlled herself as she heard the doors open behind her. A young male waiter entered and stood next to her left shoulder and asked Him if they were ready to order. "Yes, thank you. The lady will have the fish and vegetables and I will have the steak and frites. Is that all right dear, the fish?" He shoved the vibrator to maximum and her pussy quaked and the plug in her ass was affected by the vibrations to massage her deeply and her hands slammed down on the table and she yelled, "YES!" He adjusted the controller back down and she tried to collect herself, but couldn't suppress a giggle. "She's just so very hungry," he explained to the waiter with a laugh. "Of course, sir." "And open a bottle of white wine, please. Something nice." "Excellent." The meal was prepared in His kitchen and delivered by the waiter. The wine was poured and Katherine ate and drank and tried to remember the last time she had actually sat down to a nice dinner. She started to remember a time before her stay with Him and immediately dismissed the memory. There wasn't much conversation during dinner. She had no permission to speak, so she had to wait until He asked her questions and He asked precious few of them. He managed to fill the silence, though, as He told her about the house and the land and a little of His family. She was curious about Him, so she listened attentively, but she still had so many questions for Him. She wanted to know why He liked relationships like these. How many others had there been? Had He ever been married? Ever been in love? The house and grounds were lovely and she liked hearing about them, but He spoke about them the same way He seemed to move through them – like a ghost that haunts what should be a home but isn't. She believed that someone that used such creativity and inventiveness to pleasure her could not possibly be as boring as He came off, but she accepted that He would never let her know Him any better and that it was probably for the best anyhow. She didn't need to develop feelings for Him - that would just confuse things. Still, His handsome face and sad eyes drew her in and she had to purposefully keep from looking at Him. She focused on her meal and tried to eat like a lady, taking small bites and chewing slowly. After it was clear they were finished eating, the waiter began to remove the dishes. "Give us a few minutes, will you?" He asked the young man. "And then come back and we might have some dessert in the study." "Of course," the waiter said as he left with their dinner plates. After he was gone and had closed the doors behind him, He leaned over and barely brushed her ear with His lips. "Stand up," He whispered. "Take your dress off. Do it slowly and quietly." Katherine obeyed and began to rise, but the backs of her thighs and her ass protested as the butt plug wiggled and the pressure put on her legs weakened her. She bit her lip and forced herself up with the help of her hands on the table. Slowly and unsteadily she stood, trying to keep her breathing level and measured. Reaching down to the zipper, she loosened her dress and then gradually drew it up as she stared at the windows on the far wall. Night was rapidly descending, she noticed just before she lifted the garment over her head and let it fall onto the chair. Her breasts heaved against the tight lace bra as she looked down at herself. She could see the cord from the bullet inside of her trailing out from between and her legs and into his hand. The vibrations increased slightly and she shut her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again, he was securing a long, thin leather belt around her throat. The delicate buckle pressed into the side of her neck as he tightened it. "Get on your hands and knees." She stepped away from the chair and did as she was told, moving carefully to make sure the butt plug stayed secure inside of her. When she was down on all fours, he pulled gently on the leash and led her around the table and into the study. "Come my pet. Be a good girl now. I just have a few things to do in here and then we'll watch a movie together. Would you like that?" Katherine was just trying to crawl competently enough with a plug in her ass and a vibrating bullet buzzing away inside her cunt - she could just barely keep up with him, much less answer his question. He stopped pulling her and stooped down to spank her ass twice. Wall Hanging "I asked you a question. Are you ignoring me now?" "No, sir," she breathed out heavily. "Well?" "Yes, sir, please." "Good girl," he said as he stroked her hair. "I know I'm overwhelming you tonight and a worthless slut like you isn't used to being treated as a lady, but I think you're doing just fine." "Thank you, sir," she whimpered. She had thoroughly soaked the skimpy thong and her pussy juices ran freely down her thighs and into her stockings. It was an embarrassing and uncomfortable feeling and she loved it. He continued to lead her like a house pet and guided her into the study and around the desk. Once there He gently pushed her underneath the large wooden fixture. She had just enough room under there to remain on her hands and knees and was delighted that she could rest her ass against the wood panel of the front. It helped to keep the plug in place and she sighed and then grew excited as he sat in the large leather chair in front of her. He inched forward until all she could see was the crotch and zipper of his pants. She immediately rubbed her face against his thigh and kissed the fabric there. "Katherine, be good. Don't distract me. We'll play later." "Please..." she moaned up at him although she couldn't see his face. "Hush!" "Please..." she whimpered and dared to touch his crotch with her hands. She expected to be punished, but instead just heard him sigh. "Very well, little one. But you're taking liberties tonight. I expect you to repay them later without complaint." "Oh yes!" she exclaimed in a husky whisper as she undid His fly and withdrew His cock. She was surprised by how hard it had already become as it sprang out and almost hit her nose. She took the thickening head into her mouth and licked at it gingerly and moaned expressively. "Quiet, Katherine. You may have your fun, but I have things to do." Katherine took His head out of her mouth and bent around to lick up the sides of His cock. She knew from prior experiences that it wasn't much above average size, but something about being shoved under His desk and being only able to see just His cock made it seem enormous. She couldn't resist and attempted to deep throat Him. Just then she heard footsteps in the room and she started to choke in surprise. He reached one hand under the desk and forced her head to stay still while she had His throbbing member down her throat. She winced and then concentrated and with one barely audible (she hoped) cough, she relaxed her throat and remained still and tried to breath shallow breaths. "And for dessert tonight, sir?" "We're going to have the mousse, please. And a Bailey's and coffee for the lady and a double Scotch on the rocks for me." "Ah, the mousse is delicious. You won't be disappointed." "I'm sure of it," he exclaimed as the footsteps retreated and he pulled her head further toward Him and felt her lips brush the skin around the base of his penis. Katherine wriggled and struggled to breath and then was released. She withdrew her head and gasped and sucked in air. A long stream of spit extended from her lips to His glistening cock and an urgent horniness compelled her to take it back in her mouth. He moved forward in the chair for her and she began to move her head up and down his shaft, loving the thick muscle with its pulsing veins invading her throat. Minutes passed as she serviced Him under the desk. She choked herself with His thick cock head while she pulled her leash tight. She tested how long she could remain still and breathless with his member all the way down her throat and her windpipe cut off. She did this several times while she heard him typing at the keyboard of the computer on the desk. Finally, panting and sweating and aching, she pulled gently on the cord of her bullet. There was no response and she swirled her tongue around his head and pulled again urgently. "Hmmm? What, my pet?" "Pweez... Mohhh..." she managed to say past the thickness of his cock in her mouth. "Of course. I'm sorry, little one." The vibrations in her cunt began to grow in intensity and she stuffed His entire dick deep down her throat, rubbing her face in His neatly cropped pubic hair and burying her nose in His stomach. As the vibrator reached maximum, her cunt throbbed and she pressed her butt against the wood panel behind her to shove the plug deeper into her ass. She began to wail quietly around His cock as a wave of orgasm that had been building since she sat down to dinner finally crested and broke all over her. She choked and spat up phlegm and choked on Him again as the sensations made her kneeling legs numb and her pussy lips seem almost ethereal. As the orgasm faded and slipped away she slurped her spit off of his dick and moaned contentedly. She heard footsteps again and felt the vibrations within her die down and she smiled and took her mouth off him and nuzzled his balls and held his hard shaft in one hand. She heard the waiter place things on the desk above. "Will that be all, this evening?" "I think so. Here, this is for you. Thank you. Just leave the bill and I'll send it out in the mail tomorrow." "Of course, sir. And did the lady enjoy everything?" Katherine took his cock deep down her throat again and held it there while her lips pursed and released and tried desperately to swallow as much of him as she could. She could feel Him inhale deeply. "Absolutely. She enjoyed it so much that she wants even more, but she's just completely stuffed." Katherine choked out an unmistakable cough and there were seconds of awkward silence. "I see, sir. Very good. Have a good evening." "You, too!" As the footsteps receded and she heard the dining room doors close she giggled and withdrew his throbbing shaft and nibbled at the side of it. He reached one hand back down and stroked her hair and caressed her ear and she moaned with pleasure. "When you're done down there, we've got some cake if you'd like." Katherine gave another lick to his balls and then started to climb out of her enclosure. He grabbed her hair and forced her back down. "When you're done, I said." What sound emerged from her throat was not something she had ever heard before. It was a plaintiff, hungry and submissive sob. She found herself enthusiastically sucking His dick and using one hand to play with His testicles and the base of His shaft. She had been given permission to withdraw His cum and it seemed like the most important thing in the world to her. He came so few times during their events together that she often wondered if He was turned-on by her at all. She worked diligently and steadily on the head of His cock, swirling her tongue and squeezing His shaft. After a few minutes, He kicked the chair out, stood up and yanked her by the hair to kneel before Him. "What is your pretty face good for?" He demanded. "To show off your cum!" she replied with the proper enthusiasm. He held his dick over her face and she reached up and stroked it towards her mouth. Soon, long thick ropes of semen shot out and covered her eyes, cheeks, nose and lips. For the first time in perhaps ever, her pussy throbbed with excitement at making a man cum. Throughout her life, she had jealously witnessed one cumshot after another on various parts of her body and had pretended that it pleased her. It never did. It always seemed so easy for them and reminded her that her own orgasms were so rare and so difficult. At best, she liked that it pleased whomever she was with, but now she actually felt her cunt pulse and her heartbeat quicken. She started to suck the tip of His cock to drink up His last drips, but He soon pulled her up by her armpits to sit her on the desk. Her ass met the table and she managed to ignore the pressure of the butt plug. She allowed herself to look at His face through the gauzy mess covering her eyes and reached down to keep stroking Him. He was smiling and lovely and she couldn't resist smiling too. He reached down and picked up a spoon from the plate of chocolate mousse. He scooped a little of it up and then brought it to her face. She started to turn her mouth towards it, but He held her chin with His other hand. She felt the spoon brush over her left eye and remove the cum He had deposited there. He scraped some more off her eyebrows and cheek and then brought it to her lips. She felt a tingling again dance around her sex and she moaned loudly as He fed her the cum-frosted mousse. The hand He was using to hold her chin dropped down to play with her thong and tease her clit. She breathed rapidly and in sharp bursts as she stared at Him. He scooped some more mousse up and removed His cum from her other eye and cheek. This time she sucked hungrily on the spoon as He fed it to her. She was whining and spreading her legs as far open as they would go without even thinking of it. "One more bite, little one," he said as he increased the vibrations in her again and massaged her clit with two fingers that pinched and rubbed steadily. The spoon brought up a large hunk of mousse and He delicately removed the last of his semen from her chin and nose and placed it in her mouth. As He did so, He left the spoon there as she swirled its contents with her tongue as he moved to squeeze her nipples. The other hand dug one finger up into her cunt and twisted until it found the bullet. She gave a high-pitched moan as He pressed it up against the backside of her clit and rubbed it there. She began to shake and her hands scrabbled over the desktop to find the edge so she could hold on. His large right hand was squeezing both of her breasts together and His left was working on her sopping wet cunt. She looked up into His face as she held onto the edge of the desk and sucked on her spoon. "It's all right, Katherine. I want to see you cum for me. Please, now. Be a good girl and cum on my fingers." Katherine clamped her teeth down on the spoon and exhaled short bursts of sobs through her nose as a clitoral orgasm exploded around His fingers. She shook and lost her grip on the desk, but the hand He had been using to molest her breasts slid behind her and scooped her up to press her against His chest. She rested her face against His shoulder and let the spoon drop from her lips as the last waves of pleasure subsided. She moved her hands up and held Him tightly. For long moments they stayed like that and held each other until He stiffened his posture and withdrew a little. He still held her, but one hand now brushed hair away from her face and she gazed up at Him. He considered her impenetrable and dark eyes and caressed her cheek. "How about that movie, hmmm?" She nodded and reached down and brought her drink to her lips. As He moved away He took the belt off of her and helped her down from her perch. As she bent over the desk to scoop up another piece of mousse in her fingers, her ass was displayed in front of Him. He felt his cock thicken again and He reached out and grabbed her hair. "Katherine. Bring your treats with you and come with me." She sucked the mousse off her fingers and picked up both plate and glass as she felt her hair tugged and she awkwardly followed his lead. He led her out of the study and through the large foyer and through another set of sliding wood doors and into another room she had never seen. This one had a large TV against one wall and a large plush couch at the other. The light was too low to make out much else. He told her to place her treats on the coffee table in front of the couch and then forced her down onto the cushions. He gathered up her feet and she relaxed back as he took off her heels. He folded her legs and placed them down on the couch. Switching on the TV, He sat beside her and she immediately placed her head in His lap after happily scooping some mousse off the plate and sipping her drink. His heart was melting as she curled up next to Him and rubbed His knee. He placed His hand on the exquisite curve of her hip and gently caressed her as the movie started. It was a porn about a woman who switched from one love affair to another in search of sexual satisfaction, like most of the good ones were. Katherine started to get turned on and wriggled against his leg and clawed her cord. "Please," she whispered desperately as the woman on screen was being fucked in her ass by one guy and fucked in her mouth by another. He had been controlling His desire the entire night – the blowjob under the desk meant nothing to him apart from playtime for his whore - and He now needed to dominate her. "Kneel on the floor and bend over the coffee table," He commanded. Katherine slid off the couch and stuck her ass up at Him and waited while she watched the scene on the screen. He reached down and tugged her thong to the side and began to remove the plug. She breathed in sharply, but exhaled slowly as it left her. After a few seconds, she wanted to beg again for the vibrator, but she heard Him unzip his pants and felt the pressure of His cock head push against her asshole. She wanted to yell out some kind of howl, but one of His hands covered her mouth as the other slapped her legs further apart. "Shhh, little whore. Be a good girl, now. Show Me what a good girl you are." The vibrations in her cunt intensified and she sank her head down onto the table with a loud moan. She began to suck his fingers as His thick cock penetrated her anal cavity. She felt him bend over her and could hear his breathing in her ear as He thrust his manhood repeatedly into her. The hand over her face curled fingers into her mouth and pulled at the inside of one upturned cheek. "You know what today is, little one?" "No," she managed to whimper. "It's the last day of your contract. Tomorrow, you will be free again. Do you like that?" "No," she complained without thinking. "Why?" "Because I want to stay. I want to stay here with you," she blurted out as the hard head of his penis buried itself deep into her ass. "Why?" "Because you are my master!" He spanked her hard and said, "Say it!" "You are my master!" "Take it! Take it, bitch!" His thrusts increased in intensity and depth and suddenly His cum erupted from His cock and filled her ass with hot semen. She could only heave deep breaths as she let Him push a few more times into her and then finally collapse lightly on her back. He kissed her shoulders and back and neck. "Did you mean it?" "Yes," she said automatically, although now she was beginning to believe it was a lie. "Then come to bed, little one." He reached down and scooped her up in His arms and carried her up the stairs. After placing her in the bed of the master bedroom, He went and got a washcloth from the bathroom and moistened it before returning and placing it against her aching hole. She reached down to hold it in place and smiled at Him. He looked down at her in adoration and then climbed into the bed. She turned away from him so he could spoon her and soon they drifted into sleep. In the morning, He was gone, as usual. She got out of bed and looked around. She noticed her overnight bag on the floor. It had been weeks (well, a month, she guessed) since she'd seen it. She searched it and found everything there and put on the clothes she had worn when she arrived. She walked to the bathroom and along the way saw a set of papers taped to her cage. She inspected them and saw it was a new contract for another month. She carried it with her to the bathroom as she relieved and freshened herself. She carried it out of the bedroom and down the stairs and out the front door. She carried it to her car as she got inside and picked up her phone and checked her messages. She held it in her hand as she lit and smoked a cigarette and listened to an old Gordon Lightfoot tune. After she had played it twice, she threw her cigarette away and walked back up to the front door. She withdrew a pen from her pocket and scribbled "Thank you" on the face of the contract as she taped it there. Then, she got back in her car, backed out of the driveway and thought she might give her husband a call. As the rest of her life flooded back to her, she fought off every other urge until she could hear his voice. Wall Mounted JoAnne stood back and gave her latest bit of handiwork an appraising look. Attached to the wall of her bedroom was a laminated, life-size poster of her all-time favorite male stripper. The guy in the image was just over six-foot-tall, with a very well-developed body - broad shoulders, sculpted chest, washboard abs, muscular arms, legs and thighs - and perfect facial features - squared chin with just a hint of a cleft in it, a bright, seductive smile, beautiful hazel eyes that a woman could get lost in forever and ever. His hair was dark and just slightly unruly. And, best of all to JoAnne's way of thinking, the man was completely naked, sporting a massive, raging hard-on that had to have been a good nine-inches-long. Her mouth watered just thinking about it. A few moments later, her pussy began expressing very similar sentiments. Forcing herself away from the gorgeous poster, JoAnne picked up her cordless drill and got ready for Phase Two of her plan. Having already put the requisite bit into place, she proceeded to drill a hole straight through the image of the stripper's glorious member and into the wall behind it. Finished, trying not to think about the vandalism to the poster, JoAnne put down the drill in favor of a long, thick screw. She placed the tip of it in the hole she'd just made and turned it, twisting it as far in by hand as she could. Once that became too tiresome, she picked up a pair of broad-nosed pliers and used them to finish placing the screw. Once done, the screw was very solidly embedded in the wall behind the poster but nearly five inches of threaded steel remained, protruding straight out from the front of the poster. Turning away, JoAnne picked up the final piece of the puzzle she was assembling and tore the nine-inch-long, soft rubber dildo from its packaging. She ran her delicate fingers over the delightful veined surface, caressing the swollen tip of her newest toy, imagining what it was going to feel like to have it easing into her soaked twat in a matter of minutes. Hurrying faster now, JoAnne used the drill to bore a starter hole in the flat end of the rubber dick. She then knelt before the poster and placed the newly drilled hole against the screw and began to twist. Progress quickly became somewhat more difficult as the rivet began to work through undrilled latex, but she persevered and soon had the toy in place, standing straight out from the loins of the man in the poster. Studying her work, she nodded. The flesh tone of the rubber cock was a nearly exact match for the stripper depicted on the poster. Standing, JoAnne cleared her tools aside, ready to play with her new toy. She turned, scrutinizing the reflection in the mirror across the bedroom. She had carefully placed the poster so that she could see her image in the mirror as she impaled herself on the dildo. "This is going to be fun," she muttered. JoAnne quickly peeled off her lavender tee shirt, her petite, braless breasts already tipped with rock-hard nipples. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her dark purple sweatpants, she shoved them down, then stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Her lavender thong quickly followed. She stood naked, liking the image in the mirror. Her body was lithe and trim, devoid of hair anywhere below her carefully sculpted eyebrows. As she sunbathed nude, her entire body was nicely tanned, without a single tan-line to be seen. JoAnne pushed her long, honey-blond hair back over her shoulders and placed her hands on her slim hips, turning slightly, admiring her toned, tan ass. She saw that her inner thighs were already damp with her desire. Turning her blue-eyed gaze from the mirror, she focused her full attention on the poster and its new dick. "Time to have ourselves some fun, baby," she whispered. Sinking to her knees once again, JoAnne gazed up at the sparkling hazel eyes of the man in the poster as she licked her lips, then opened her mouth and leaned forward, engulfing as much of the nine-inch latex cock with her mouth as she could. JoAnne bobbed her head, sucking the rubber dick, lubricating it with her saliva. After a few moments, she shifted, lifting herself into a hands-and-knees position. Still sucking the rubber shaft, she realized that, next time, she'd have to break out a vibrator to slide into her snatch as she did this. Maybe one for her tight asshole, too... But there was no way she was stopping long enough to go pull the added toys out for this session! Balancing on both knees and one hand, JoAnne's other hand slid over her pert tits, flat stomach and smooth pubic area to find her hard clit. She moaned around her mouthful of latex cock as she touched herself, the slight contact she made with her clit sending sparks of ecstasy coursing through her flushed body. Her pussy was dripping. JoAnne's fingers were instantly slick with her juice. Leaving her tingling clit alone for the time being, not wanting to climax too quickly, she dipped two fingers into her sodden twat, hearing a soft squelching as they went in. The heady scent of her musk filled the room and she inhaled deeply as she masturbated and sucked the fuck-toy before her. After many minutes, JoAnne finally allowed the latex shaft to slip from her mouth. It glistened with her saliva, coated so heavily that it dripped. She smiled. "I'd say you're lubed up well enough!" Turning, she eased herself back, reaching behind her to guide the now-warm shaft into her oozing twat. She gasped, closing her eyes in joy as it filled her. She pushed back, taking as much of it inside her tight canal as she could. Opening her eyes, she stared at the mirror across the room and she pulled forward a little, then pushed back once more. It was better than she'd imagined! With the pose the man on the poster was in, it appeared as if he were reaching out, intending to grab her hips as he fucked her. That sight alone was nearly enough to bring JoAnne to orgasm. She knew she wouldn't last long this first time. But, she had all day. And she planned to spend it exploring a variety of ways to enjoy her new toy. She pulled forward a bit, then pushed back again, feeling the huge dildo pull and push inside of her. JoAnne tossed back her head and moaned loudly as she began to move in earnest, fucking her soaked cooze. Each thrust elicited a soft squelch from her pussy and a moan from her lips. Within a few moments, JoAnne ran one dainty hand over her tits, the light touch on her nipples sending fire roiling through her already burning body. She trailed her fingers lightly over her stomach to her snatch, finding her engorged, swollen clitoris once more. The instant she touched it she threw her head back and screamed in pure animal lust as her body and brain exploded internally in a shower of over-powered fireworks. Shuddering and screaming, JoAnne toyed with her hard clit as she slammed herself backward on the latex rubber cock harder and harder, again and again, and harder and harder still. "Fuck!" she cried with each backward thrust of her burning body onto the glorious shaft that she rode. "Fuck!" The word was barely even a word, more of a high-pitched squealing shriek than anything else. "Fuck!" JoAnne's hand was dripping with cooze-juice, the liquid satin filling her palm and overflowing it, running onto the carpet below. Her pussy spasmed relentlessly. Still she rammed backwards over and over, taking as much of the toy into her body as she could. "Fuck!" she panted. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Lightning zipped through JoAnne's blisteringly-hot body, causing her to tremble and shake as if she were experiencing a massive seizure. "Oh, fuck my pussy, baby! Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Even once her orgasm finally passed, JoAnne continued to thrust backwards, loving the feel of the rubber shaft deep in her molten twat. She diddled her clit, gasping again at the touch of her fingers on the ultra-sensitive place. Running her hand quickly up her body, she caressed her nipples, finding them hyper-sensitive, as well. Gasping for breath, her body weak and shuddering, JoAnne finally pulled forward enough to allow the latex toy to withdraw from her body. Collapsing on the floor, JoAnne continued to rub her burning body, lightly stroking her nipples and clitoris now and again, shuddering with each touch. Breathing hard, she looked up at the poster and the attached toy. Both were heavily coated, dripping, with her liquid honey. She smiled. "I guess it's a good thing I had the foresight to have you laminated, huh, baby?" Forcing herself back onto her hands and knees, JoAnne crawled forward. "You're a mess. I guess I'd better get you cleaned up for our next go-around." With that, she slid the still warm cock into her mouth, relishing the taste of her pussy juice on it, and began to suck it clean, preparing for her next session with the toy. Wall of Hands "And by all means, make yourself at home." That was the last thing Josh said to Brooke as he got into the limo to take him to the airport. That was three days ago, and Brooke still finds that line very funny. Brooke had just finished college. She was twenty five years old, and got a late start to college. Being an art major with hopes of working in a larger gallery in the country she often found herself with little to no money. When she saw an ad in the local paper that a caretaker was needed for a small, reclusive estate a few miles outside of town she immediately called the number and asked about the job. She was told by an older woman's voice that the job would require her to live in the house for one month and to be the caretaker. The owner of the house would be away on extended business. The woman explained to her that an outside caretaker would be needed because the month they had to stay at the estate would be in the middle of the summer, and that is when all of the regular staff would be on vacation. The owner of the estate gave his employees at the estate a few months off during the summer and they went on their way. To Brooke, this sounded like a dream job. The pay was incredible, didn't sound like there was much to do, and she would get to crash at a small estate that was probably much better than any place that she had ever stayed. Being a smart woman she knew there had to be some sort of catch. She figured a million people would probably apply for this job. The woman on the phone offered Brooke an interview with the owner in a few days. Brooke asked the woman on the phone what the catch was, and the old woman paused and then told Brooke that any questions she had the owner would answer. She did tell Brooke that the owner was very picky about who he selected as a caretaker though. So in a few days time Brooke found herself in a regular looking office building dressed up in her interview suit and was waiting for her interview. Before he walked into the room Josh, the owner of the estate, looked through the doorway and saw Brooke sitting on the chair, waiting to come in. She was short, about 5'3" or so, and had short, blondish reddish hair. Very smooth skin and bright green eyes. Her build was very thin but athletic. Josh found himself admiring her for a moment or two before he walked in. Unless the words out of her mouth were completely dreadful, she already had the job. When Josh walked in and introduced himself, Brooke stood up quickly and shook his hand. Josh was a man in his mid to late forties, but looked much younger than his age. The only give away were the gray strands of hair that ran through his raven dark hair. Josh refused to dye his hair, as he felt it was very unnatural and unmanly. He was about six feet tall and thanks to working out regularly kept in good shape. He was deep tan with piercing blue eyes, and Brooke felt as if those eyes were looking right through her when they first met. The interview went very well. So well, in fact, that Brooke didn't even realize that she was being interviewed. Josh had asked her about herself and her art and they chatted about pretty much everything for the next hour. Everything, that is, except about the job. Finally Brooke took a deep breath and asked about the estate. Josh laughed and told her that he would be honored to have her watch the house for him. She immediately smiled and was very excited, but that voice deep inside her head, the dark skeptic within her, reminded her to ask about what the catch would be. She asked Josh about this and he stood up, frowned, and turned away from her. She became suddenly concerned and he took a deep breath. "Well," he said "I knew this would come up sooner or later, and it may as well be sooner. I guess you are wondering why there have not been many interviews?" Brooke nodded, feeling her heart beat a bit faster. Josh suddenly looked very serious and sighed. "Truth is, that estate is my getaway, my shelter. I like to go there when I need to be alone, and to shut myself off from the world. Because of that, the house lacks certain...amenities that most people are quite accustomed to." "Amenities?" Brooke asked, not realizing that she was going to ask that. Josh shook his head slowly and looked guilty. "Yes, amenities." He replied. "The house has running water, and very minimal electricity. Only to run the lights and the kitchen wares. Other than that, no electricity at all. That means no TV, no cable, nothing. I have a grand library of books, and a great pool out back, but that's it." Josh turned away from Brooke as if he had just announced that he had stolen money out of a charity's donation fund. Brooke suddenly realized that she was being teased and she stood up and hit Josh in the arm. Not light either, mind you. Josh turned back and Brooke could see that he had been trying not to laugh the hold time. "Bastard!" She hissed, and then suddenly realized she should not have said that to her new employer. Josh merely continued to laugh and he pulled out a portfolio from his desk. He opened it and she saw pictures of the estate before her. It was rustic, quaint, and absolutely gorgeous. She quickly forgot she was mad and could only stare at the images. "So what do you think?" Josh asked while she flipped through the pages. Without looking away from the pictures Brooke replied. "It's amazing." The first week or so Brooke was at the house she enjoyed herself immensely. To say that the estate was secluded doesn't quite describe it correctly. She was in a car for over an hour driving through the countryside to get to the estate. It was located in the middle of a deep forest. Because it was summertime all the plants and trees were in bloom, and it was almost too perfect. Brooke spent the first week getting herself situated and exploring the grounds. The pool out back was in the shape of a natural lake and she made sure to make use of it quite often. It was so amazingly quiet and peaceful at the estate she just could not get over it. And, as Josh had warned her, the electricity was minimal so the lighting wasn't that great. She used candles now and then to get around. Her tasks were very easy and she found that she had most of the days free to herself. There was a large library she discovered, holding mostly classical books and books on business. There were a few tomes she found in some out of the way shelves written in a funky language in real ink that kinda creeped her out, so she left those alone. At night she would sleep in a wonderfully soft bed alone. The first few nights she was a bit shy and wore a nightie, but by the fourth night she realized that was silly and slept in the nude. The silk sheets danced across her naked flesh, and she found that the air in the countryside did wonders for her libido. To be blunt, at nights she found herself usually quite horny. She had packed a few of her toys and found herself using them quite often before she could sleep. The second week Brooke broke out her art supplies and began to work on some of her paintings. She figured she would knock some rust off and paint the landscape around her. Not usually her bag, but she figured she would give it a whirl. She would sit by the pool with her easel and work for a few hours. She would get a snack, take a dip, and then paint some more. She found it so amazingly relaxing and her hands were flying over the canvas, as if she was not really controlling them. It was pretty rare when she got in the zone, but when she did there were times it was better than sex. Well, most sex that is. After a long day of painting Brooke found herself yawning. The light was fading behind the trees and she knew she would have to make her rounds and get ready for bed soon. She found herself turning in early each night (though she really had no idea what time it was. No clocks in the house and the battery in her watch died the day she got there.) She was going to put a tarp over the canvas to protect it, and then noticed the sky was full of bright stars so she decided against it and went inside. One last snack before she bathed and hit those blissful sheets. Once inside the kitchen she placed the only modern convenience she had (a cell phone Josh gave to her to use in case of an emergency) onto the table and made her snack. As she was fixing her snack she could feel her inner thighs getting warm, and the warmth began to spread across her stomach to her chest. She sighed softly and then began to think about which toy to use later on. The next morning Brooke made her rounds and saw her painting by the side of the pool. She went over to study it and saw that she had done a fairly good job. She had painted the side of the estate as it was blended into the forest and it looked really cool. A growl in her stomach reminded her that she had not eaten breakfast, and she was famished. She really wore herself out last night. As she turned away to go inside her eye caught something unusual in the painting. It was not very obvious at first, but from years of studying art her eyes were very used to picking out parts of a painting that were unusual or did not belong. She turned back towards the painting and squinted at the lower left hand of the house in the painting. Sure enough, there was a slight discoloration, and she focused in she saw a very small set of stairs going down and a very small doorway going into the house. Almost looked like a set of steps going into a basement, of some sort. Now Brooke was very confused. She knew from exploring the house that it had no basement. And, to further complicate things, she was looking at the real house in the spot where the stairs were in the painting and there were no stairs. She moved from the painting to the spot of the house. Vines and weeds were growing up exactly where the door in the painting should have been. Feeling silly she realized that she must be imagining things. Then she also realized that she didn't remember painting a door or steps at all. She quickly ran back to the painting and the steps and door were still there. She looked around nervously, as if someone else had snuck onto the estate grounds and painted those steps and stairs on the painting as an act of vandalism. Then she felt foolish again and went in to get breakfast. Perhaps her mind added that piece to the house to give it more flair. Yeah, that was the answer. Her own personal touch from her subconscious. She hoped. By the end of the third week, Brooke finally realized why there were not many applicants for this job. She was bored out of her freakin' mind. She had read as many books as she cared to see, she found that she didn't want to paint a damn thing, and for the past few days she wanted nothing to do with her toys. She would lay out, try to tan, but found that she was always restless. The final week of her stay was going to take forever, at least that's how she felt. The fifth night of her third week the air around the estate had gotten a chill to it. A bit odd, considering it was late July, but nonetheless it was a bit chilly out. Brooke woke up from her naked slumber and was shivering. She quickly put her nightie on with some panties and went back to sleep. While she was falling asleep she sensed a warmth around her and she fell asleep. When Brooke woke up again, not long after that, she was completely in shock. Moonlight, almost as bright as the day, was pouring through her window and right onto her face. She sat up in bed, completely awake, and a bit annoyed that the moonlight would dare to wake her. Grumbling she got out of bed and went to the window to close the curtains. When she got to the window she saw the pool area completely lit up with the moonlight and she paused. It really was quite beautiful to see the water of the pool dancing and shimmering with the soft caress of the moon's kiss, and the light made the trees behind the pool seem so very far away. Her painting was still standing by the pool and it had a soft glow about it. Suddenly Brooke realized she must still be asleep and still dreaming, as paintings do not just glow in the moonlight. Very curious and finding that she probably could not go back to sleep, Brooke grabbed the cell phone from the night stand, tucked into the elastic of her panties, and went out to the pool area and found herself bathed in the moonlight now as well. Her skin took on an odd color and her colorful clothes became gray. Had she had time to really thing about how strange all this was she might have gone back inside. Instead she found herself being drawn to the painting. When she looked at it the colors on the painting were also faded, except for the door in the lower left hand corner. It was softly glowing a light blue. In her mind she pieced it all together and she walked over to where the door should be at the real house. She moved aside some thick weeds and touched her hand to the cool wooden planks behind. The area she touched began to glow a soft blue and she heard a "click", like a door was being unlocked. She pushed on the planks and they gave way, revealing steps going down. The steps were illuminated by the moonlight so there was no darkness to be seen. Brooke walked down the steps carefully while her mind was racing. Where was she going? How could she not see the door before? Was she still dreaming? While her mind asked many more questions her eyes saw that as she went down the steps, there were small mirrors placed at intervals along the steps. Her first thought was curious they were, then she realized that the mirrors were reflecting the moonlight into the room below. The artist part of her realized how very clever that was, though the rational part of her could not figure out why someone would do that. She stepped off the last step into a small room. The wall ahead of her was all white, and on side of a room (to her left) was a large mirror. On the other side of a room (to her right) was a wall that had been painted black as midnight. The moonlight was filling the room and was being held there by the large mirror to her left. She turned to face the mirror and saw herself reflected in it. The room was now well lit, though with a very soft glow. Not too bright, but still light enough to see herself well. She waved at herself to make sure she was actually there, and her reflection waved back. While she was standing there, trying to figure the room out her eye caught movement. She was turning back to look at the black wall when something in the mirror had moved. She quickly turned back to the mirror and saw her own reflection looking back at her. The reflection had a concerned and confused look on its face, so she realized that she did as well. She laughed slightly and felt silly. Her mind loved to play tricks on her. Just then, as she stood there, her reflection waved to her, even though she had not moved a muscle. Brooke's natural reaction was to gasp and back up. She did not realize how small the room really was and she back up right against the black wall. She expected the wall to be cold and clammy, like most walls were, but this wall felt...different. It was warm and soft, almost like she had backed up into another person. The reflection in the mirror was now mimicking exactly what she did, so her mind told her that either she imagined it, or that it was messing with her. Brooke decided to move forward to investigate, but the wall behind her had other ideas. Before she knew what was happening, hands and arms shot out of the wall all over and grabbed her. Strong, powerful hands grabbed her ankles and other hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. It all happened so quickly she had no idea what was going on at first. She saw the arms and hands come out of the wall in the mirror and she saw them grab her. Her mind, initially paralyzed with confusion snapped out of it and ordered her mouth to scream. She opened her mouth only to find that a large hand was now placed over her mouth, preventing her from screaming. She screamed as loud as should could into the hand, and no sound was heard at all. She begin to try to kick and pull herself free, but after a few minutes of pure terror and adrenalin coursing through her she realized that she was not going anywhere. The hands holding her were like steel, and she found herself sweating and panting with her efforts. The hands, though strong as steel, were not hurting her. They had her in their grasp and they now slowly lifted her off the floor. Brooke could only watch herself in the mirror being lifted a few feet off the ground. Her arms were still above her head and her legs were slowly being spread apart. She thought about trying to keep them together, then decided it was best not to fight at this point. One would have better luck trying to bend steel bars with your teeth. Once she was a few feet off the ground something unusual happened. She felt other hands come from the wall and begin to touch her lightly. They were smaller, softer hands, and they began to play with her hair, rub her shoulders, and massage her legs. Their touch sent chills up and down her spine. The hands were not cold and wall-like at all, they felt like actual, human hands. In the mirror Brooke could see that they were black hands that had come from the wall. She found herself feeling much more relaxed, and she took a soft breath and exhaled. When she did that, the hand covering her mouth pulled away and sank back into the wall. Her mind was now somewhat numb as to what was going on so she just let her body enjoy the many hands caressing her. She could not stop them if she tried, so why even bother to fight them? Soon the hands became more playful, and some hands began to rub her butt cheeks over her nightie, and other hands played up and down her legs. Still others began to caress her neck in the spot that drove her crazy. A few seconds of that and another pair reached around in front of her and softly, ever so softly, began to rub her now very hard nipples. Brooke felt that warmth build up from her inner thighs and begin to work up over her tummy and breasts again. She felt her breath getting shorter and she could watch the whole thing in the mirror in front of her. The hands on her chest were cupping them and massaging them while black fingers would pinch and tease the nipples. She felt sweat slowly dripping down her back and over her backside. The hands then hooked their fingers over her panties and pulled them down slowly. Other hands unhooked her nightie and let it fall softly to the floor. She was now naked and being held firm against a wall of hands that were exploring all over her body. In her mind she realized that she had never been so turned on in all her life. While her breasts were still being teased a set of fingers worked their way up her legs to where the heat in her body was growing. She moaned softly and bit her lip as light fingers traced their way around her aching lips and softly rubbed the bit of hair she had. She arched her back slightly and felt her hips moving back and forth. The fingers now began to stroke her lips, and she felt her clit throbbing, begging to be played with. Her whole body was now on fire, and she could hear herself moaning over and over again. The fingers on her lips found her clit and began to twirl around it, driving her absolutely wild. The blood ran from her head and she could feel an orgasm building quickly within her and before she knew it she exploded. She cried out in pure pleasure and her entire body was quaking. Before the orgasm's ripples could subside she felt another hand join the hand between her legs. The first hand kept rubbing her clit and the second hand begin to slide its fingers deep inside her. The fingers were very careful and deliberate, and because she was so wet they were able to penetrate her with ease and no pain at all. Brooke gasped as three fingers filled her up and stretched her out, and it felt wonderful. Wall of Hands Slowly the fingers inside her began to move back and forth. The fingers would pull themselves all the way out, then slowly go all the way back in. While the fingers were working their way in and out, the first hand on her clit was lazily teasing her, sending shockwaves up and down her groin. As the hand inside began to move faster, so did the hand on her clit. She now found her hips moving back and forth against the wall, trying to ride the fingers as best she could. The fingers were still moving in and out slowly, and it was driving her mad. After a few minutes of this Brooke was going crazy. The hands were now up to going a little faster, but the long, deep strokes were driving her wild. "Please, please, please..." she found herself begging "please go faster oh god that feels so good please don't stop please go faster." She was panting and bucking her hips faster, and the hands responded by going faster and faster. Within a minute they were full on rubbing her, and she could not contain it any longer. She screamed at the top of her longs as the next orgasm hit, and her entire body locked up as it washed over every fiber of her being. She was rigid for a good ten seconds while her mind nearly blanked out from the sheer force of the pleasure she was having. Eventually the wave subsided from within her and sank against the wall behind her. Breathing heavy and sweating profusely. She was still warm all over and she felt like she was glowing herself. She felt like she had just ran a marathon, and won. She was drained, tired, but not quite done yet. Without realizing it a finger had found its way to her anus and was slowly pushing itself into her. She jerked forward reflexively and tried to clinch to keep the finger out of her there. She had never had anal sex before, and had never really tried to experiment with that area. Too late for her though, as the finger was now barely inside her, and clinching would not keep it out. She gritted her teeth and prayed that the finger would leave, but it would not. It moved in a small circle within her ass. While it felt a bit uncomfortable at first, she could not say that it actually hurt, and she began to feel warm again in her pussy. Eventually the finger pushed deeper inside her, and she had no idea what to make of it. One part of her mind was freaking out, another was aware that she was generating new juices from her front and that the finger was beginning to feel good. Really good. Eventually the finger worked its way all the way in. When it was fully in it began to move itself about, like she had a snake within her. The finger found that special spot within her anus and keep rubbing against it. It was the strangest, wildest feeling she had ever known. She had played with herself and had other play with her enough that she knew how good it felt to play in the front. This, however, was very different, and suddenly she found her breath getting short again and that warmth spreading all over her body. She couldn't cum like this, could she? The finger began to squirm inside her ass faster and faster, and she felt her hips moving up and down again. One of the strong hands was caressing her mouth and put its finger into her mouth, and she began to suck on that finger for all she was worth. Bobbing her head back and forth she worked on the finger, and she could actually feel the hands holding her and caressing her getting warmer as she sucked on that finger. She was feeling this weird sensation of pressure building up in her ass. The hands around her got warmer, and she could feel her pussy juice now flowing down her legs. Eventually that pressure built up so much she couldn't stand it, and she received the answer to her question about being able to cum anally. She did, and she would never forget it as long as she lived. That pressure exploded through her, and the domino effect caused her pussy to contract and she had an orgasm in the front as well. The combination of the two sent her into an absolute frenzy, and she was crying and moaning and sucking and cumming like she could never believe she could. Her brain simply could not handle all the stimulus and she passed out. Blackness enveloping her as the hands had covered her body. She had no idea how long she was out, but she awoke to the sound of the cell phone ringing right next to her. It had fallen onto the floor when the hands took off her panties, and she found herself naked on the floor in front of the wall. The moonlight was replaced by bright sunlight. The hands were not to be seen, only a blank wall. Somewhat dazed and feeling her body still quivering from last night, she picked up the phone and held it next to her ear without getting up. "Huh..hello." Was all she could manage to get out. She heard a soft laughing coming from the other end. "Brooke, are you there?" The voice on the other end said. "Josh?" "Yep, it's me. Are you ok?" Brooke looked up at the wall and found herself smiling. The memories of last night were flooding her mind. "Yeah, yeah, really good. You?" "Oh, you know me, work work work. I will be coming home in a few days, so I am sure you are ready to get out of there." Brooke nodded, though she knew he couldn't see her. "Yeah, it's been a great time here. Great place you have." Brooke felt very sleepy and was drifting off to sleep again. "Well, you sound tired, I will let you go. Talk to you soon ok?" "Mmmmhhh..." Brooke was completely spent, and her body needed to recharge. As she began to pull the phone away from her ear she heard Josh say one more thing before he hung up. "I see you made friends with The Wall. I have no doubt you enjoyed yourself immensely." (click)