18 comments/ 273212 views/ 19 favorites Obey By: asian_princess For Michael - whose pleasure is my mission... ================================= You open the door. The room is dark, except for a single pillar candle flickering n the bedside table. You received a note from me to meet you here tonight. you look for me again in the dark room and don't see me but as you turn to leave you hear my voice. Come Inside, close the door. and stand the middle of the room. You wonder what is going on but play along. You walk to the middle of the room and stand, waiting to see what will happen next. The room is unnervingly silent and you start to feel uncomfortable, as though someone is watching you, your every move and you rub your sweaty palms down the front of your pants,. you feel a movement behind you and you turn around slightly only to feel a sharp rap on your back. I didn't say you could turn around. Turn back around and stand up straight. You feel the pressure of whatever hit you still pressed against your shoulder and a unfamiliar sense of control slipping away. Bu you succumb to the moment and You turn back round, straightening up. Before you can realize it a blind fold slips over your eyes, and you feel the heat of my body brush up against you as I reach up to tighten the fabric around your head. My body still pressed up against you, you feel my hot breath on the back of your neck, just inches from your ear. Good boy. Tonight you will listen to everything I say, and do everything I tell you to do. You will do anything to please me, to make me happy. And for being a good boy I promise you a very, very delicious reward. You are going to be completely under my control. You know that I will make your body feel things you've never imagined, but you have to be a very good boy. can you do that...? * * * * * Click Here to listen. (26 min/mp3) * * * * * Obey Me I came through the door you greeted me with a drink in your hand you gave me little kiss. You grabbed me and gave me a long wet deep kiss. Mmmmm you make me so horny. You pull me closer to you and I try to pull back, you pull my head back by my hair you start kissing my neck. You release me and I move a step back away from you to catch my breath. You tell me, You look hot. You walk over to me. I am wearing a dress my nipples are pushing at the material. You rip the dress open my breasts are free as I have no bra you grab my head and pull me to you for a deep kiss and then you move down to my nipples taking them into your waiting mouth. You suck them and say, god they taste ooh sooo good, they are hard like steel I beg for more as you stop sucking them. you tear my dress off. I am naked totally, you see my pussy it is glistening in the light. You push me to my knees and order me to pull your shorts down as I hesitate you pull my head back and kiss me hard, you will obey me you say. I pull your shorts down. I put my hands on your cock and slowly start to lick it. I am running my lips around the head it is getting so hard you stroke it as I lick it my tongue running up and down the shaft.. you say to me it feels so good babe. You like when I tease you with my lips, it is so hard, you tell me now.. I want you to take me in your mouth so I can fuck you with it. I'm afraid and hesitate you don't like me not obeying so you grab the back of my head and force your hard wet cock in my mouth and move it in farther and farther you say to me you want it all in my mouth I start to choke, you stop for a second while my muscles relax. then you force my throat to take your cock all the way in, it feels soo good you say and start to fuck my mouth. I'm moving my head back and forth on your hard cock you tell me you are a very good girl. I take my tongue and run it over the slit and it makes you weak at the knees. You say to me ohh baby suck me fuck with your mouth my mouth is all over your cock now I take your hard cock and move it up and down on my tits and between them I take you back into my mouth and suck you harder and harder, you tell me you want to fill my mouth with your cum. You order me to start fingering my pussy, when I don't you jerk my hair to get me to listen I move my hand down to my wet throbbing pussy. You tell me you have been waiting for hours to feel my lips on your hard cock and say it feels so good to have me suck you hard. oohhhhhhhh it is so good your lips are like wet velvet on my cock fuck me with your lips... You say to me I can feel the tension rising in your body, your balls are banging against me as you are moving so fast in and out you say you are getting close, and order me to squeeze your balls. So I reach up and grab your balls and start squeezing them you tell me you are cummming as you explode in my mouth you tell me to keep squeezing them ohh it feels great your cum is squirting down the back of my throat and I am sucking you dry ohhh god I just luv that you say. I lick you clean and as this is happening your cock is getting hard again. You tell me your pussy is going to get a hard pounding now after I suck it dry. Obey me I enter the airport with shaking legs. I can see you standing in the distance waiting for me. The same thoughts are running through my had again and again. Was it right to come? Am I making a mistake? You come closer to me and say hello. Your voice runs through me and leaves little shivers, and I know its right to be here. I smile and your hand goes around my waist to pull me closer in for our first kiss. My body is pressed up to yours, and I can feel your cock hardening against my leg, as I cup my hand around the back of your head and whisper in your ear. “I spend most of the flight touching myself, but I didn’t let myself cum, because I want you to be there when I do.” You moan out lightly and release me from the tight grip. I can feel your shaking. “I have to take you home,” you say,” If I don’t, I will take you here and now!” A devilish grin comes across my face, but you take my hand and lead me to your car. On the drive to your place I keep teasing you, by pulling my short skirt up a little higher. I notice that you are having problems concentrating on the road and that you are driving way to fast. Once we are at your place you pull me back into your arm and kiss me hungrily. I let you a little while and then push you back, telling you that I would like to shower first. You show me the bathroom and leave me to freshen myself from the flight. I take my time, wanting you to get impatient. After creaming my body I slip into a new short skirt and a fresh shirt. I wander back to your living room and find you sitting on your couch, naked! The sight of you, naked and hard, gets me wet again instantly! You look up at me, and I run one hand down between my breasts, over my stomach and then under my skirt to my wet spot. With one hand I part my lips, and slip one finger inside myself. My eyes are locked on yours, and I can see your breathing getting shallow. I pull my finger out and run it around your lips and into your mouth. You suck it in, savoring my taste. I pull it out again after a short while and you tell me to undress. I bend at the waist to take my heels off. I know you are watching me, and that you can see my naked ass showing at the bottom of the skirt. Before I can stand up, you smack my rear end. I gasp and try to stand, but you put your firm hand between my shoulders. “Stay.” You hold me in place that way a moment. Your free hand strokes across my ass, then down to my pussy. You slide a finger through my slit and I can feel my knees giving way. You put an arm around my waist to steady me, and let me stand up. “Undress now,” you whisper,” I want to see you naked!” You move back and sit down on one of the chairs. I remove the skirt and then the shirt. Slowly I prowl over to the couch and sit down opposite you. I look up at you. Your hand is on your hard, swollen cock and slowly you start stroking it. I let my hand run over my tummy to my pussy, but just before I reach it you tell me to stop. “I don’t want you to touch yourself,” you say,” not until I allow it!” The control you are taking over me is making me even wetter. I watch you stroke your cock in slow steady moves, my legs rubbing together. Every time I let my hand go towards that aching wetness you growl at me and I pull it back. “Please!!!” I start begging. You shake your head and stroke faster, moaning and growling. “Please!!!” I say with an urge. You just look at me and move your hand even faster. “You may touch yourself,” you whisper, “but do not enter that wet pussy!” I moan out a thank you and spread my legs for you. You can see the wetness shine between my pussylips. I start stroking along the slit and pressing down on my hurting clit. It feels so good. I look up at you and can see your eyes fixed on my moving fingers. With my free hand I open my pussy for you, so you can see what I am doing. You moan out and I can see your hand squeezing down hard on your cock as you move up and down. You are making me crazy. I want to touch you, want to feel you cum over my hand, but I know that you wont let me do that. Not yet anyway. I feel my pussy tingle and ache, yearning for your cock or my fingers. “Baby, please let me enter my pussy!” I request. You deny me my request and tell me to behave. My body is shaking and I am ready to cum already. Just from the game you are playing with me. Your hand starts going fast and hard up and down your cock, whilst you are moaning and growling at me. I can see your balls tighten, and then you growl out. "Sweetness, I am going to cum!!!!" My eyes are fixed onto you, my fingers pressing on my clit. You start cummin, shooting your sperm. We both moan at the same time. It’s so pleasurable to watch you, to know you are cumming just for me. I slowly get up and walk over to you, dropping to my knees in front of you. My head comes closer to you and I can see you breathing harder. I let my tongue go out and start licking up your cock. Lapping the cum of it. You moan out as my mouth closes around your cock and I start going down on it, sucking it into my hot mouth. Your cum-covered hand goes down between my legs and you rub your cum into my wet pussy. I suck harder and hear you growl at me. "Sit on my hard cock Baby. Let me make you scream!" I obey you and get up. Straddle you and slide down on your solid cock. You stretch my pussy and hit deep into me, making me gasp for air. I start moving my hips, holding your cock tightly in my pussy as I do so. You can feel me gripping you. I start sliding up and down your cock. Moaning. Sweat forming on my body. Your hands grab my hips and you guide me up and down onto your shaft. My head drops back, pushing my full breasts forward for you to lick and suck. You bite at a hard nipple and I scream out, but push it further into your mouth. I want more of you. Want to own you totally, just like you own me. Our movement’s get faster and harder. I am begging you to make me scream and you are telling me that you want my cum on your cock. I can feel my whole body tensing. My mind blanking. Nothing matters but pleasing you. My hands grip into your shoulders to steady myself, as your movements get more forceful. "Now Baby," you growl. I loose myself and start cumming. The orgasm rips me with it. I can feel your hot cum shoot up into me. I can hear you growl. I can feel my body tensing. I can hear myself screaming! The orgasm seems to last for hours. Again and again I buck against you. My hot juices flowing out mixed with yours. Running along your balls. I shiver and slowly calm down. My head drops to your shoulder. My breath is coming fast and hard. Sweat pearls are running along my body. I feel a gentle kiss on my neck and then hear you whisper, "You are such a sweet Angel!" Obey Me! For years I had felt there was something missing from my marriage, I loved my husband, but I had not orgasmed once since we had met, I had never climaxed before and it was something in me that was the problem. Brian tried everything he knew, but to no avail and it began to put such a strain on our marriage that I thought Brian would leave me for a more normal woman, I was desperate for a solution to my problem, but there seemed to be nothing. Then Brian began to come home late, he spent hours shut away in his den and I knew that our marriage was ending, as our anniversary drew closer I became morose and tearful which made Brian avoid me even more. The day of our anniversary arrived and it seemed as though Brian had forgotten it, as soon as he left the house I burst into tears and retreated to the kitchen. For ten minutes I sobbed my heart out before I noticed the package on the table, pulling it over to me I saw my name written on the top, sniffing I opened it and stared at the letter I found inside, nothing else, just a letter. Opening it I read the contents, it was from Brian and what he had written made me laugh with relief. 'Darling' he had started the letter 'I know how low you have been feeling, but I have been doing some reading and I think I have the answer to our problem with sex. I love you and hope you love and trust me, if you trust me you will do as I ask. Upstairs in the hall closet you will find a couple of boxes which contain your present, put on what's in the boxes and meet me at the Rialto Restaurant at five this evening. All my love Brian.' With a wildly beating heart I raced upstairs to the closet, sure enough there were two boxes there, taking the boxes I almost ran to the bedroom where I opened the largest of them. Inside the package I found a dress and a pair of shoes, the dress was knee length, it buttoned down the front and I could see that when the buttons were done up there would be a gap of about an inch from the base of the plunging neckline to the waistband of the dress. The skirt that flared out from the waistband was a wrap-over that barely overlapped; I didn't have to put the dress on to know that the flap would open with every move that I would make. Laying the dress aside I looked at the shoes, they were black high heels; the heels were so high that I would have to move slowly to keep my balance in them. Turning my attention to the second box I opened it with shaking hands, inside was a transparent bra and an equally transparent pair of panties, there was also a pair of sheer black silk stockings. Sitting on the edge of the bed I stared at the ensemble, it made me feel tingly all over to know that Brian still cared for me enough to go to the trouble of buying a complete outfit that would make me look so sexy. Though I was puzzled that he thought that a sexy outfit would solve our problems, we had tried them before with no result, but I got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to prepare to meet my husband later that day as he had asked. At four thirty I left the house, under my coat I wore the outfit that Brian had bought me, I felt sexy, but I had felt sexy so many times before and it had come to nothing, yet I would try whatever it was Brian wanted. Just before five I arrived at the restaurant, Brian was already waiting for me and beamed at me as I crossed the room to the table, my legs being shown off with every step that I took. "You look fantastic." Brian grinned as I sat at the table with him. The skirt of my dress refused to stay closed as I sat facing my husband and I felt very conscious of my stockinged legs under the table, no matter how hard I tried the material kept sliding off my legs. What was worse was that the slit in the skirt ran all the way up to the waistband and I just knew that my transparent panties were showing, Brian must have known this to for he grinned knowingly at me. "Having problems?" he asked. "It's the skirt," I whispered "it keeps flapping open." "It's supposed to." he smiled. Brian ordered us a cocktail and asked for the menu, when it came he put it to one side and looked at me. "Happy anniversary Anthea." he said raising his glass. I smiled happily and took a sip of my drink, then Brian became serious and I wondered what was coming. "Before we order darling," he began "we need to talk about us." My heart sank, all this had been to soften the blow when he asked for a divorce, and I felt tears brimming in my eyes and blinked them back. "I love you Anthea," Brian smiled "but we have not been happy sexually since we met..." "Brian I know its my fault, but..." I tried to interrupt. "Let me finish love." he said softly as my heart sank even further "We both know that the problem is with you and we have tried almost everything in an effort to change it. So far we have had no success, no let me finish. Anthea, I saw a film a few weeks ago on the satellite, it gave me an idea and I've been doing a little reading up on the subject, I'm sorry if I seemed to be neglecting you, but I will do anything to make you happy..." "Then you don't want to divorce me?" I blurted with growing hope. "What on earth gave you the idea that I'd want a divorce," he gaped "no never mind, I have no intention of divorcing you, even if we can't solve our problem I do not want to lose you. Do you want a divorce Anthea?" "God no," I cried quietly "I was terrified that you were going to leave me." "Well, that's settled, no divorce." Brian smiled, as I felt relieved and happy "Now stay quiet or I'll never get to tell you what I think may help us. After having seen the film and read up a little I want us to try dominance. Because you are shy I think that you should be the submissive one, it would mean that you would have to do everything I tell you without question. If that doesn't work we can swap roles and try again. What do you think?" "I'll try anything you want." I sighed happily "Anything." He smiled at my reply, reached across the table and took my hand, I was so happy knowing that he was not going to leave me that I gave no thought to the implications of his suggestion until that moment. Nervousness welled up inside me as it dawned on me that what Brian was referring to would make me a sex-slave, I wasn't sure that I could do what he wanted, but I was determined to try for the sake of our happiness. After a few moments I realised that my pussy was wetter than it had ever been, I was surprised that the idea of being a slave could make me so wet yet pleased that it was happening. "Are you wearing everything I bought for you?" Brian asked suddenly. A thrill ran through me at the thought that Brian was going to start working his idea immediately. "Yes." I replied. "Show me." he grinned. I felt stunned, nervously I looked around the restaurant, all the tables were occupied although no-one seemed to be paying us any attention. Looking back at Brian I saw him sitting back in his chair smiling encouragingly at me, licking my lips I pulled the gap between two of the buttons a little wider and leant forward. "I can't see that." he grinned, "Show me properly." Looking around again I opened a couple of buttons with trembling fingers, leaning forward I pulled the material aside so that he could clearly see one of my breasts encased in the transparent bra. His eyes sparkled as he looked at my breast, I felt my nipple push against the tight material and gasped as for the first time in my life I felt a tremor of bliss run through me. My eyes went wide as I had a minor climax, minor it may have been, but it was the most delightful experience I had ever had, Brian had hit on the answer to my problem and knew that I would do anything to feel that surge of joy again, anything! As I sat back and closed my buttons Brian laughed. "You climaxed Anthea," he said with quiet glee "I saw it in your eyes. Anyway, what about the panties? Show me." His voice became commanding and I felt a ripple of excitement as I looked nervously around the room, how was I going to show him the panties without displaying myself to everyone present. Sliding my chair around the table I brought my legs out from under the table, I didn't need to move the material of my dress for it had slid apart with my first motion. Glancing around quickly I opened my legs and let my pussy show through the material of the panties and again I felt the sudden surge of a minor orgasm wash over me. From across the room there came a crash that brought me back to my senses, like a frightened deer I closed my knees and thrust my legs back under the table as I looked towards the source of the noise to see one of the waiters staring open mouthed in my direction. Blushing I went to move my chair back around the table, but Brian told me to stay where I was. "Anthea," he breathed, "how do you feel?" "I don't know," I sighed, "I feel excited and randy and happy, but at the same time I feel nervous and embarrassed and helpless. God Brian I climaxed twice in the space of a few minutes, I've never felt so wild before. Whatever it is you are doing, don't stop." "Don't worry," he laughed, "I won't. Darling I know you climaxed, your eyes and your body told me and everyone that was watching. It seems I was right about what you needed." "What do I need?" I murmured excitedly. "To be dominated, to be told what to do," he grinned, "you also seem to need to feel humiliated and risk seems to add to your pleasure. We'll find out exactly what gets you going as we go on, I've a few more things to try yet." "Like what?" I breathed. Inside me I felt the excitement rising again as my husband leant towards me, kissed me lightly on the lips and smiled broadly. "Like bondage." he replied at last "How would you like me to tie you to the bed so that you are helpless, open to whatever I wanted to do?" This time I shuddered as a climax hit me, gasping I looked at Brian wide eyed, if just his words could do this to me what would the event be like. "Christ Brian," I gasped, "I must be sick to get so turned on by what we are doing." "Not sick darling," he said softly "just different. In my reading I discovered that there are a hell of a lot of people like you, they, like you, need to be totally submissive to get pleasure. Others need to dominate and I have to admit that the prospect of dominating you has sent my cock hard. Sit back in your chair and slide forward a little." I did as he asked and Brian dropped a hand under the table, I gasped when his hand touched my thigh and again when it slid up to my pussy. With slow gentle movements my husband stroked my pussy through the thin material of my panties, even when the waiter came over to take our order he kept stroking me and I had to hold back a cry as the waiter walked away with our order and my pussy exploded. With each climax the effect on me seemed to grow more powerful, it was shocking and exciting at the same time. "Take off your panties." Brian whispered to me. Hesitating I reached under the table and after a few squirms managed to slide my panties from under me, down my legs and off, crumpling them tightly in my hand I brought my hands back to the table top. Holding out my hand I gave Brian the crumpled wisp of material, grinning he took it and to my shock and elation shook them out and put them on the table. "I'll put them in my pocket when we leave." he grinned. Looking up I saw the man at the next table watching me wide eyed, my pussy gushed with juices as I realised that he had seen me hand my panties to Brian, perhaps he had even watched me squirming to remove them. Horrified and aroused in equal measure I looked around the room, all the people at the tables around us were looking our way, some looked disgusted, others excited and I felt a climax building up in me again. Brian was smiling at me when I turned my attention back to him, once again he reached under the table to stroke my pussy, I knew that some of the other patrons could see that his hand was under the tablecloth and would guess what he was doing. Then I felt Brian's finger slide into my pussy and my climax erupted, whimpering with ecstasy I bit my lip to hold back a scream of sheer bliss and watched wide eyed as the waiter came over to our table with our meal. The man's hand shook as he served us; Brian's hand remained busy at my pussy and didn't move until the waiter moved reluctantly away, by which time I had climaxed again. Trembling with excitement I ate my meal, every second I expected Brian to stroke my pussy or order me to do something and the sheer suspense was filling me with lust, even the food seemed to excite me as I ate. Soon our meal was over and we were sipping an after dinner drink, I could barely control the shaking of my hand as I raised my glass to my lips. "So my darling," Brian said quietly "will you obey me from now on?" "Yes, oh yes." I breathed with a shiver. "Then bring yourself to a climax while we finish our drinks then we can go home." Without hesitating I dropped my hand under the table and plunged a finger into my pussy, that was all it took, with a groan that I could not suppress I leant forward and shook into another climax. Sitting up a few minutes later I tossed back my drink with shaking hands and looked at Brian, he grinned, picked up my panties from the table and put them in his pocket. He called for the bill and settled it, then we were off, it was only as we stood that I realised that I would have to walk all the way across the room to claim my coat, with every step the skirt of my dress would flap open to reveal my legs and my pussy. How I made it across the room I will never know, I felt and saw the eyes of the customers and staff watching my every move, my knees shook as I felt myself rising to a climax and when at last I had my coat and we were outside I collapsed against Brian and shook. He laughed and took my coat from my shaking hands, tossing it over his shoulder he put an arm around my waist and supported me as we walked along the street. The night was warm and pleasant, my skirt flapped with every step and my excitement just seemed to grow, I thought we would head straight home; instead Brian guided me to the park. "Will you obey me?" he asked in a husky tone. "Christ yes." I gasped, "I'll do anything you want." I saw his teeth flash in the darkness as he pushed me back against the gate post outside the park, he ran his hands over my body then kissed me, a few moment s later he parted out lips. It felt as though I was burning up with desire, I could still feel the hot touch of his lips on mine as he released me. "Open your buttons." he commanded. With trembling fingers I did as he ordered, his eyes gleamed in the faint light from the setting moon as he looked me up and down. "Slide the top off and take off your bra you sexy baggage." He laughed. As I slid the material down my arms I felt goose-bumps of excitement prickle on my skin, the top fell to my waist and only the clip at the waistband stopped my dress sliding off completely. Removing my bra I handed it to my husband and shivered as he put it in his pocket with my panties then reached out to tease my nipples. "Raise your leg." He instructed. As I lifted one leg from the ground I heard the sound of a zip, Brian moved close to me, flapped open the skirt and a moment later I felt his cock press against my skin. With a deft motion he slid his cock into my pussy, I felt his hands pulling my hips forward as he began to thrust in and out of me, putting my hands on his shoulders I shuddered into a climax. Despite myself I couldn't hold back the cry of pleasure that erupted from my throat, Brian began to move faster and I felt myself rising to a new peak, my cries drifting out onto the night air as I came and came and came. Then he was thrusting up into me, his body tensed and I felt the surge of heat that told me he was climaxing deep in my pussy. A scream rose in me as his surging seed made me explode with ecstasy, I felt as though I would faint from the sensations running through me and even when Brian eventually pulled his cock from me I could not control the shaking of my body. "Lick my cock clean." He commanded breathlessly. Crouching in front of him, my boobs exposed, my pussy likewise, I licked his cock clean of our mixed juices, and I could feel his seed trickling from my pussy as I licked his still hard flesh. "Suck it." He ordered. His cock filled my mouth as I slid my lips around and down on him, Brian sighed as I began to bob my head, the feel of his flesh sliding in my mouth sending thrills running through me. When at last I felt his cock twitch in my mouth I pushed down on him as far as I could and sucked, his hot juices jetted out to fill my mouth with their salty stickiness, with a groan I felt myself start to shake yet again. Sucking my husbands cock as it shrank in my mouth I revelled in the waves of bliss that filled me and when he ordered me to stand up and do up my top I complied with reluctance. "Jesus Brian," I gasped as he guided our steps towards home "I feel shattered yet I want more." "And you will get more." Brian laughed "This is going to be the first night in your new sexual life my darling and I want you to remember it with joy." "Oh Brian," I sighed, "how could I do anything else? I've had more climaxes in the space of the last few hours than I thought possible. I feel wild, the thrill it gave me at the thought that we could be discovered while you took me was indescribable." Laughing Brian squeezed my waist, his touch making my skin tingle. We walked along in an intimate silence, in my mind I tried to picture what Brian had planned for when we got home, but he had no intention of waiting for us to get home. As we entered the bright lights of the shopping centre Brian guided me over to an electrical shop, in the window a video camera was operating and I saw us on the small TV to which it was connected. Moving behind me Brian enfolded me in his strong arms. "Watch the TV." He commanded. Filled with a sudden glee I watched the screen, Brian's hands moved over my body as he opened the buttons of my dress, pulled the material aside to expose my breasts then began to play with them. The titillation I felt as I saw his hands moving on the screen and felt them on my skin was too much to be described and when he ordered me to pull the skirt open I nearly climaxed as I stared at my own pussy on the TV. When Brian slid a hand down to toy with my wet pussy I did climax, on the screen I could see his finger buried deep inside me as I shook and thrust down on his hand. After a few more minutes Brian turned me to face him, kissed me and stepped back to arms length to look at me still holding my skirt open while my breasts swung free of my top. "I bet you wish that it was being recorded." he grinned. With a cry I had another climax, falling into his arms as my knees gave way under me, he held me tight and kissed my forehead until at last I could support myself again. Straightening weakly I smiled at my husband and waited for whatever he had planned next, he laughed and told me to close my buttons again then guided me on our way once more. "You know," he laughed as we strolled along "I'm enjoying this as much as you are. My cock has already gone hard again, perhaps I ought to take you over that garden wall before I get so stiff that I can't walk." Gasping with pleasure at the thought I hoped that he would do it, he stopped, turned me to face the low wall and pushed me forward, I leant on the wall and felt him lift my dress onto my back. With a sigh of contentment I felt his cock glide into my pussy, laughing Brian began to take me, I no longer cared if we were seen or not as I moved in time to his thrusts. Explosions of bliss ran through me as I climaxed yet again, it was a climax that continued all the while my husband fucked me, his hard cock sliding in my pussy sending bigger and bigger waves of sensation crashing through me with each stroke. Then his hot juices jetted into my depths and my cries became louder, vaguely I heard some-one shout at us to 'cut the racket' before Brian finally pulled his cock from me, laughing he adjusted my dress and helped me to stand, his arms supporting me as we walked away. Obey Me! His juices slithered stickilly down my thigh as we walked, his strong arm wrapping around me tightly as I staggered at his side, my whole body felt sensitised, even the material of my dress rubbing on my skin as I moved excited me. By the time we finally reached home I felt that I would burst in a pyrotechnic display of passion and as the door closed behind us and Brian removed his arm I sank to the floor in a quivering heap. Through my orgasmic haze I felt myself lifted and carried into the living room, Brian gently placed me on the couch then went to fix us a drink while I shuddered, shook and groaned back to some sort of normality. "Thank you darling." I breathed as I took the glass he held out to me. "My pleasure." he grinned, "Drink your drink then get that dress off. We aren't finished yet, I've gone hard again." I felt stunned as he quickly threw off his clothes to reveal an erection that showed no signs of the three climaxes he had already had, stunned yet elated. Draining my glass quickly I stood up and took off my dress, naked except for my stockings and shoes I waited for Brian to command me, trembling as I wondered what he would have me do. "God you have a fantastic body" he breathed "and now that our problem is solved I am going to enjoy using it." "Use me Brian," I sighed happily "use me as you want." He ordered me to stand still with my legs spread wide, with firm hands he explored my body, his fingers digging into my boobs, tweaking my nipples, probing my pussy and teasing my clit until I screamed with pleasure. Somehow I managed to stay standing as he handled me with a firmness he had never used before, dimly I realised that I enjoyed his hard touch and wished for more or harder. Turning me around Brian ran his hands down my back then stroked my buttocks, in the mirror I saw him frown, his hand raised and I tensed with the knowledge that he was going to spank me. With a crack his hand came down on my buttocks in a burst of pain and ecstasy, shrieking I fell to my knees as a massive orgasm smashed my mind into tiny splinters, I couldn't think, I couldn't breath all I could do was feel. When I came to my senses again it was to see Brian sitting on the couch looking down at me with a broad smile on his lips, weakly I smiled up at him and struggled to sit up. "Would you like to rest?" he asked with his hard cock pointing at me. "I want whatever you want." I gasped out. "In that case let's go upstairs," he laughed, "I've some ropes that need to be tested." With an effort I got to my feet, but I needed Brian's support to get upstairs to the bedroom, gently he lay me on the bed and left the room, a few seconds later he was back, in his hands were four lengths of soft cord. Quickly he tied the cords to the feet of the bed tossing the other end onto the bed where I lay, taking one of my wrists he stretched it out, wrapped the cord around it, pulled it tight then tied it off. As he repeated the action with my other wrist and my ankles I felt myself rising to yet another orgasm and when he finally stood back to look down at my spread-eagled body I screamed up at him to fuck me. He grinned and sat on the side of the bed, his hands wandered over my body as I shook and pleaded with him to take me, helpless I climaxed time and again as he caressed me firmly, at times I fainted with the force of the sensations running through me. Each time I would awake with his hands still playing with my body and when at last he came onto the bed and mounted me I screamed, screeched, and quivered beneath him until I fainted yet again. I came to with him still thrusting in me and it had me climaxing all over again, that night lasted a hundred joyous years and by the time Brian filled me with his hot seed I was more unconscious than awake. I barely noticed him take his cock from my pussy, I was dimly aware of the pressure of the ropes leaving my wrists and ankles, of being placed under the covers. Each touch of his hands as he did these things sent thrills through me, the covers sliding on my skin made me gasp and shudder, exhausted and befuddled I fell into a deep sleep and dreamt of my husband doing wonderful things to me. When I woke it was with a start, my body tingled and I still felt tired, Brian leaned over and kissed me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his hands began to explore my body. As the sun brightened the curtains I climaxed for the first time that day. It was to be but the first of many such mornings as I fell gleefully into my part of his sex slave. Obeying his Command "Pet, I want you to clean yourself out well for our meeting tomorrow," he told her on the phone. "Yes Master," she replied. She loved speaking with him and when he gave her a command she was always proud to do what he wanted her to do. She knows what is expected of her. He wants her to give herself an enema to make sure her rectum is clean for him to play with and to fuck. Some subs dislike this part, but it excites her. She loves cleansing herself for him, getting his plaything cleaned out just the way he likes it. She used to do this on the morning of their meeting, but she found that sometimes she would still leak out water and some discharge while they were together. Although he was always very understanding, it would embarrass her terribly. To prevent this from happening again, she always did her cleansing the night before. She brought her book into the bathroom and stripped down naked. She ran the water until it was nice and warm and filled the enema bag. She used a blow up butt plug to help her keep the water in longer. She laid on the bed and eased the lubed up butt plug into her ass. She went into the bathroom and stepped into the bathtub. She hooked the butt plug up to the hose for the enema bag and hung it from the shower head. She bent over, reached behind her and released the clamp, grabbed the edge of the bathtub and softly moaned as she felt the warm water flowing into her. Bending down, she grabbed her ankles, allowing the water to flow in easier and faster. When the bag was empty, she released the hose from the butt plug and pumped the plug up a little bigger before she stood up. As she stood up, she smiled, feeling the moisture in her pussy. Giving herself an enema for him always turned her on. The thought that she was doing something so intimate because he wanted her to made her pussy wet and throb. She never acted on these feelings though. She was preparing herself for him; preparing his fuck toy for him to play with as he sees fit. To make herself cum now wouldn't be right. When the pressure got to be too much, she stepped out of the tub and sat down on the toilet. She leaned forward, released some of the air in the butt plug and pulled it out. She immediately emptied the contents of her bowels. She picked up the book and began to read as her bowels continued to purge. When she was empty, she cleaned herself, filled the enema bag again and repeated the process. Again she was wet and throbbing, but again, she didn't allow herself to play with his property. She continued this process until the water released was clear. Sometimes it took 3 times, sometimes 4 or 5. She never rushed the process. It took a long time, that's why she had learned to take a book in the bathroom with her. When she was finally done, she hung the enema bag from the shower head. She hung the hose from the same place. She cleaned the butt plug thoroughly and put it away and then climbed into bed. The next morning as she was getting ready, she got a text from her Master. It instructed her to bring the plug and the enema bag. She wondered why, but she knew better than to question him; she would assure him when she got there that she had cleaned herself out. They met at a hotel. They checked in and he took the bag that contained the toys, the bondage rope, the enema bag and the plug from her. He put his hand on the small of her back and they went up to their room. She got goose bumps on her arms when he put his hand on the small of her back. She didn't know why, but this gesture always excited her as she found it to be very erotic. When they got in the room, he told her to strip. She immediately began taking her clothes off while she looked him in the eye. When she was naked she stood and waited for his next command. "Come here so I can inspect you," he said. She walked over to him and raised her arms some, so he could look all over. "Turn around," he ordered. She turned around and spread her legs. His hands roamed her body, asking about the few bruises she had. After she explained them, he continued inspecting her. His fingers slipped between her legs and slid into her pussy. He smiled as he asked her, "Already wet, my pet?" "Yes, Master." "Why are you wet?" he questioned. "Because you excite me, Sir. Because I love the ritual of stripping and you inspecting me. Because I know I am now going to give myself to you completely." He smiled at her answer, knowing how much she meant what she said; she thoroughly enjoyed giving herself to him and loved being his sub. He went over to the toy bag and took out the enema bag and the butt plug attachment. "Did you follow my instructions last night and clean yourself out, pet?" he asked. She assured him that she had. He went in the bathroom and filled the bag with warm water. He called out to her to come into the bathroom. "Get into the tub and bend over," he told her. He lubed up the butt plug and slid it into her ass, fucking her with it a few times before he blew it up larger. He hooked up the hose and asked her if she was ready. "Yes Master," she replied, her voice quivering slightly, giving away her excitement. He released the clamp and watched the enema bag drain. While it was draining, he slipped a finger between her legs and rubbed her clit. She moaned with pleasure. "You naughty slut," he said. "You're getting excited, aren't you?" He already knew that she got aroused when she gave herself an enema for him. "Yes Master," she replied as he unhooked the hose and pumped up the butt plug more. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, getting it nice and hard and slipped a clamp on her nipple. He repeated with the other nipple. He gave the chain attaching them a tug and she whimpered. She was still bent over and she asked him if she might be allowed to sit on the toilet and release the water. "Not yet." He told her to turn in the tub so she was facing him and he stepped up to the side. He undid his belt, his button and his zipper and pulled his pants down. His thick erect cock sprung out. "Open your mouth," he ordered her. She did and he fed her his cock. She immediately began sucking on his cock and running her tongue all over it. He yanked the chain on her nipple clamps again and she whimpered with his cock in her mouth. Her head began to move back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. He tugged on the chain again and she moaned loudly. She slid his cock out of her mouth and begged him to allow her to release the water in her bowels. This time, he agreed. He backed up and helped her out of the tub. She looked at him and asked if he was going to give her some privacy. "No pet. You are mine and this is another part of submitting to me. Take the plug out and release the water." She turned red, but did as he requested. The first blast of water came rushing out and she sighed. He asked if she was finished. She explained that it might take awhile for all of the water to come out. "Well then, open your mouth." She did and he slid his cock back in her hungry slut mouth. She licked and slurped his cock as he ran his fingers through her hair. He tugged hard on the nipple clamps, causing one to slide off her nipple. She moaned loudly and he shoved his cock further into her mouth. He watched in amazement as her whole body shook as she had an orgasm right there. He pulled his cock from her mouth and tilted her head up to look him in the eye. "Did you just cum, my pet?" "I'm sorry Master, but I did. The excitement of you doing this enema to me, your cock in my mouth, and the exquisite pain of the nipple clamp being pulled off pushed me over the edge." He stood for a long moment, studying her face as he absorbed her confession. With a little smile, he tapped her cheek. "When you're done in here, we will move into the bedroom and address the cumming without permission issue," he told her. Obeying His Voice She hurried in the door, noticing the time as she did. It was almost time. Just thinking about it made her excited. Putting her bag down on the couch, she didn't bother turning on the light, but went straight to her computer. It had been hard all day, just like the day before and the day before that, to focus on her day, her work, even walking down the sidewalk. Her mind kept wandering to what she had heard the night before. Kicking her shoes off and logging in, she felt her stomach go tight with anticipation. On to the site, and now on to his specific page. There, just as he had for the past several nights, he had added a new post at the same time. She felt herself shiver, seeing the new link. As she clicked it she closed her eyes and his voice filled the room "Hello again, It pleases me that you've returned." At the sound of his voice, she felt herself grow wet and her top was suddenly too tight and restricting. Unbuttoning her blouse as he continued to talk, she threw it to the floor and struggled out of her bra. His voice continued, telling her what he was doing, that he was undressed, that he was hard for her, hard at the thought of her listening to him, needing him enough to come back again, touching herself at the sound of his voice. Obediently she slid her hands up her body, from her bell up slowly, to her waiting breasts. Her nipples were already hard in the cool of the room, as she sat there, lit only by the blue light of the computer screen. Caressing her breasts and lifting them just slightly, she squeezed them ever so gently, her grasp growing ever more firm. She knew from previous nights that he liked to imagine this image, and indeed he was describing it now, extorting her to imagine his manhood in his grasp, stroking, thrusting. Groaning a bit at this, she spread her legs wide. Fingers sliding to her nipples, she pinched them for him, even as his voice described her doing so. She knew what he would like and it gave her an intense pleasure to obey him and serve him. His voice went on, telling her how she touched herself for him, how she belonged to him, her body, mind and heart were his. Shivering even more, she waited for what she knew would come next. His voice growing huskier and a little more urgent, he told her that she may touch herself. He described her and sliding down her body and under the hem of her skirt. She hurried to obey. As if her could see her there in his future, he described with thrilling exactitude how wet she was, how moist her womanhood was from obeying him. And indeed she was. He described her obeying, as he commanded her to slide a first finger into her wet womanhood. He described how tight it was, how long it had been and how much she cherished the feeling. IT was as if he could read her mind. He commanded her on how to move her hand, filling herself and then pulling out, and then once again. And again. She felt herself flush and her other hand begin to play even more forcefully with her nipples, pinching, tugging, even spanking slightly. Moaning she wanted to go faster, but obeyed his commands, waiting for permission. And when he gave it, his voice even more husky with growing lust and need, it was even better. Obeying his every command, imagining him sitting in front of her, stroking faster, pleased by her obedience, she felt her blood begin to burn, she felt the orgasm she had been longing for all day begin to build, quickly and all-consuming like a fire in her belly. Her hand, plunging deeper and faster with two fingers now, (at his command) she can hear the growl coming into his voice, the almost bestial guttural quality that she knows proceeds his cumming. She sound makes her body quake with the desire to obey and pushes her to the edge of orgasm. Faster and deeper, almost pounding her pussy, imagining it was him now, his fingers, his lounge, his cock, his body his need, his ownership of her penetrating her being. She hears the sound of his hand on his cock, sliding hard and fast, an almost slapping sound and she matches his pace, needing, silently begging to be allowed to cum with him. On a previous evening he had not allowed his listeners and she had almost wept until he gave permission and had cum even harder knowing he would be pleased with her obedience. But this night, she didn't know if she could stop herself and she was afraid shed cum before he said she could, that he'd somehow know and never post an audio feed again, disappointed in his would-be slave. But finally she heard his voice, almost guttural in its need command her to cum with him and she heard the grunt of his orgasm. Picturing his cock spraying forth, gushing with his cum, his gift to her, she lost all control and screaming, moaning into the night came as hard as he ever had. Her mind went away and the fire coming from her cunt spread and consumed her entire being. It raged on and on, she felt herself gushing, overflowing soaking her hand and her chair, giving her essence, her longing, her need, her worship to him as a love gift, as an offering to his dominance of her. Empty, exhausted, panting, flying, sated and completely exhilarated at her place as his willing would be slave, she collapsed. A few seconds later, his voice broke the silence of the room. He praised her, told her what a good slave she was, thanked her for her gift and commanded her to be back tomorrow night. Even without his command, she couldn't have stopped herself from being there for the world. Obeying Master Petite Justine followed her large black Master into the supermarket wearing only a white blouse and red plaid skirt and high heels. Heads turned as the 23 year old tanned beauty reached among the cucumbers finding one that was long and thick. Justine unassumingly knelt in the middle of the produce aisle of the crowded supermarket and spread her legs wide and arched her back, allowing her skirt to hike up along her bare bottom. She allowed the cum she had been holding inside her to ooze down the sides of her legs. Master was discreetly videotaping the scene as she reached around and placed a large cucumber in her sopping wet pussy. Aghast customers either quickly walked away, or stood frozen in excitement and awe. Justine quickly came in a few minutes as she worked the oversized cucumber in and out of her well lubricated slit. She quickly walked to the restroom, where she had stashed a change of clothes and a hat. Master Patrick filmed the chaos as a crew of store employees, tightly tailed by banana wielding women, stormed into the aisle looking for the masturbating woman. Justine was long gone and soon was exiting from the other side of the store in her clothes and hat. Master Patrick was waiting outside with the camera as she boldly burst out in laughter. One of these days they were going to get arrested for their stunts. Not today! Justine loved the excitement of trying to obey her Master. He always knew how to excite her and knew she loved public sex and humiliation. Justine had met Patrick in college at a dorm party. At the time she was living with her well to do boyfriend who played lacrosse with Patrick. That night, she got caught blowing her boyfriend in the bathroom by Patrick. The sight of her kneeling obediently in front of her boyfriend got Patrick so hot that he knew he must have her. She looked up at Patrick that night and never even stopped sucking, waiting for her engorged boyfriend to say something. He didn't and so Patrick removed his cock from his pants. Justine's boyfriend then asked Patrick if she would like some of Justine's attention. When Justine saw Patrick's huge black shaft, she now had an EX-boyfriend. Her boyfriend stood and watched as Justine ran her tongue along Patrick's shaft looking up into his beautiful brown eyes. Working her way down to his big ebony balls which she cupped in her hand. She made love to Patrick's cock, never once looking to her boyfriend. As Patrick started to come, Justine stroked her hand along his shaft as she arched her head back with her mouth wide open. Justine had never done this dramatic arching before. She was telling Patrick that she was his. That night, Justine went home with Patrick, telling her boyfriend goodbye. She went to the neighboring dorm room of her EX and fucked Patrick silly with the windows wide open. She thought how he might be hearing her as she yelled for Patrick to fuck her ass harder. Patrick loved to humiliate Justine in public, just as he had humiliated his teammate that night. One of his favorite means of humiliation was public cum wearing. Making Justine wear his cum in public places. They had recently gone to an adult movie shop where she sucked him off in a booth and then wore his cum on her face and chin while browsing the movie titles. They always made sure that there were no children in proximity to their fun, but loved to have fun with adult reactions. Recently, Patrick had asked Justine to suck him off on a nude beach in front of ten college co-eds. It started with Justine applying lubricant to his cock in long slow strokes, as the awe struck girls sheepishly watched. She then lubed his size 14 feet in a salacious manner, before easing her beautifully open and arched nude body back towards his cock. Licking the tip of his cock as the girls watched intently from 20 feet. Her pale fingers slowly stroking the thick black mass of meat. Patrick smiled at the girls as Justine licked and sucked his balls. The shaft was soon in her mouth as the girls were now rapt in nervous awe. The sight of Justine pulling her mouth off of his cock as he spewed semen all over her mouth and lips, made the girls quiver with excitement. Justine quickly licked up all that she could. Patrick asked the girls if they would like a sample. One girl quickly spoke up and said,"No thanks but we enjoyed the show." I think some of the other girls weren't happy with Rebecca for ruining their opportunity for some beautiful,thick, black cock. Justine loved obeying Master Patrick, it had been two full years since she met him and was always ready to serve his wishes. She wondered what her parents would think of her relationship with him. How could she ever tell them she was a slave to a black man. It didn't matter to her today, obeying Master was all she lived for. Obeying Mistress Sofia I walk five steps behind, carrying her bags. She speaks to the taxi driver in a language I do not understand and she tips him with my money. She takes me to a bar you know, a place that is packed with people. I order a glass of wine for her and bring it obediently. She takes a sip and frowns at me. "What is this filth? This is terrible! Bring me something else." "Sorry, Mistress Sofia. Yes, Mistress Sofia." I bring her a more expensive glass. She wrinkles her lips again. "This is awful! You are lucky I do not spit it in your face! You should be grateful for my mercy, cursed slave." "Thank you, Mistress Sofia. I am eternally grateful to you, Mistress Sofia." "You must go over and complain. Do not buy me and more of this slurry." She tells me to repeat a phrase in German to the staff. "Yes, Mistress Sofia." I quickly memorise her words and speak them to the barman. Dozens of Germans laugh, repeating my words in mockingly effeminate accents. Mistress Sofia is rocking with laughter, her boots propped up on my chair. "You called yourself a weak cocksucking bitch in front of all those people you idiot!" I blush profusely. "Stand, slave! I will get us a proper drink." She brings back two glasses of wine. I reach out to pull one out of her hands but she snatches it away. "No! You must only stand and be quiet." "Yes, Mistress Sofia." She drinks her wine slowly, barely looking in my direction. I get more eye contact from the people who are staring at me. Eventually, we leave. Mistress Sofia takes me on the U-Bahn to go to a restaurant. It is very formal and expensive, and I half-expect to be turned away for not wearing a tie. As usual, everything is done in German. I sit in silent obedience as I did for so many years while my Mistress flirts with the waiter. As he leaves, she finally speaks to me. "You're paying." "Yes, Mistress Sofia." We are given an incredibly expensive bottle of wine. She bats the waiter away when he puts out a glass for me. "You need your sobriety for what I have in mind for you." My excitement rises when she is brought oysters. Mistress Sofia eats them with seductive relish, letting each one slowly slip down her throat. I watch closely, and she knows it. When her enormous steak comes, I am given a tiny plate of undressed salad. Her meat is so tender and rare enough for blood to cascade across the plate when she cuts into it. She makes orgasmic moans with every bite, laughing when I pick up a fork-load of green leaves. As she finished, she sticks the heel of her boot into my shin. The total cost of dinner is €250, charged to my card. We go back to our hotel room. "You will wear your collar like a good slave." "Yes, Mistress Sofia. I am honoured to wear it." She hands me the collar. "Now, back to your room." I am bundled out of the room and dragged down the corridor, confused. She pulls a card out of her coat pocket and opens the room. "You are to spend the night here. I will keep the card so you can not re-enter if you escape." "Yes, Mistress Sofia." She undresses me, puts the collar around my neck and leaves with my clothes and the card. I sit naked on the bed, satisfied by my service. The next day, she wakes me at 9am. "Come, slave. Crawl!" I get on the floor for my Mistress. She clips my leash onto my collar and leads me naked down the hallway for anyone to see me. I look up as she drags me. She looks incredible, wearing leather boots with the tallest heels and a tight black dress that pushes her breasts right out. She is a goddess. Mistress Sofia catches me looking and turns to kick me in the ribs. "No staring! Get on with your pathetic crawling, insolent slave." "Yes, Mistress Sofia." Looking straight ahead, I see a figure in the distance. The cleaning woman is walking towards us. I try to hurry up but my Mistress stands still. We wait for the cleaner to walk past, giving me a dirty look. I blush, but I know I should feel proud that the world knows I am loyally serving my Mistress. When we reach her room, she lets me go inside. There is a room service tray on her side table. "Slave, you may now eat your meal." She picks up the plate, which contains a few scraps of scrambled egg and a slither of toast. "Beg, slave." Still attached to my lead, I beg like a dog. She graciously drops a few morsels of food into my open mouth. "Thank you, Mistress Sofia." "No more for you! We do not want you getting fat, vile slave. Now, I have a task for you. I was walking back with my gentleman friend last night and we took a short-cut through the park. My boots got dirty and they need cleaning. This is new leather and only human saliva will do the job properly." "Yes, Mistress Sofia." I throw myself at her feet and begin licking. The taste of the leather is wonderful. I lap at every sublime millimetre of its surface until my mouth is filled with dry dirt I can barely produce another drop of saliva. Mistress Sofia laughs because she knows my cock is rubbing against the floor and she knows I can barely contain myself. I know I have to lift myself up to avoid any more making a mess of the floor so I turn on my side. As I get to the back she lifts her boot off the ground, allowing me to suck its stiletto heel. She applies the tiniest amount of pressure, cutting the inside of my cheek as I wrap my tongue around the long, slender spike. My mouth is so dry I struggle to do as well with the other boot. My tongue has become a useless sponge as if all its moisture has travelled to my pulsing little cock, which is still squirming in the air under my Mistress' gaze. I start kissing the toe of the boot and find I can summon up just enough wetness to clear the mud and dirt. I have swallowed so much grass and filth I am starting to choke and gag but I carry on, desperate to do the job. Finally, I pull my mouth back round to the front of her shiny boot and look up like a pleading dog. "There's a good slave boy. You have done well. You may now put your clothes on." "Yes, Mistress Sofia. Thank you, Mistress Sofia." She reaches into the wardrobe. She pulls out a pair of pathetically tiny spandex shorts I have never seen before. "Put these on." "Yes, Mistress Sofia." I pull them up, struggling to slip them above the thighs. My cock presses right against the fabric, still rock hard. "Come on, slave. We are going for a walk." Mistress Sofia tugs on my lead. "Mistress Sofia, where is my shirt." She slaps my face. "No! I have given you clothes and you should appreciate them. You are nothing without me, slave scum." "Sorry, Mistress Sofia. You have given me everything, Mistress Sofia." "I like to hear that." She purrs. I can see she is pleased with me and I am pleased too. I see the outline of my scrawny ribs in the mirror and try not to think about what the population of Berlin will see today. Down at street level, I am ordered to crawl by my Mistress, still attached to her leash. She pulls harder and harder on the leash and I struggle to keep up with her walking pace. Her leather jacket makes a lovely creaking sound when when she swings her arms. My naked knees dirty and grazed from grinding against the floor. I want to ask for something to protect them but stop myself, knowing such a question will incur the wrath of Mistress Sofia's whip later. Whenever I cast my eyes from the ground, I see people laughing and mocking me as every part of my body drags through the detritus of the street. She is laughing with them for most of the way. Finally, my silence gives way. "Mistress Sofia, where are we going?" She stops dead, grinding the sharp heel of a boot into the small of my back. "As you have been such a good slave, I am taking you for a treat. I am going to buy you a new mobile phone." I am confused. My Mistress has never bought me anything before. She has given me more valuable gifts like training me to obey and sharing her infinite wisdom with me but this is very unexpected. "Thank you, Mistress Sofia." Pleased at her generosity, I start to crawl faster, easing the grating pain of my legs in my mind. When we reach the shop, she even allows me to stand, unfastening the lead. "They will not allow to come inside without a shirt on but don't worry, slave. I will buy you a good one." I stand outside, dripping with sweat even though the air is freezing cold. People keep staring but I ignore them, knowing I must be doing the right thing to be rewarded so graciously by my Mistress. The longer she spends inside, the more I start thinking about what will happen when she decides I have served her enough to have earned sexual privileges. The more I think about it, the bigger the bulge in my tiny shorts becomes. The looks on people's faces are turning from amusement to disgust as they see the foreign man in minuscule spandex shorts is getting so turned on even his pathetic little dick shows. The little movements it makes rub it against the shorts, and I have to use all of my mental strength to stop myself from coming. Mistress Sofia has banned me from coming without her permission and she would punish me severely if I did it right here in the shorts she had bought. It would be an act of desecration. When she emerges clutching a box between her long leather gloves, I have to restrain myself even more. "Here is your new phone, slave. You can change the SIM card when we get back on but I got one for the German network so you can try it now. All I ask is that you allow me access to it at all times." "Yes, Mistress Sofia. You may look at it whenever you like." She turns the phone on and thrusts it into my hands. "You are a sexy little slave in your shorts. I can see your little cock trying to wriggle out of there. It looks ready to explode!" "Thank you, Mistress Sofia." She laughs, giving my groin an agonisingly ephemeral stroke. "I think you might get another reward if you keep being a good slave." Mistress Sofia is being very kind to me today. She clips my lead back on to my collar but she does it gently, letting her gloved fingers rub against my neck with love and sensuality. She allows me to walk behind her this time, and eventually leads me back to the hotel, where I am allowed to change clothes. "But first of all, a shower for you. Tidy yourself up, too, slave. I want you to be smooth all over." I am dispatched into her bathroom with a razor. I am not a hairy man but I shave off the stubble on my face, the small patches on my chest and legs and my pubes. The sight of her dress clinging to every curve fills my eyes when I walk out, giving me an erection which I cannot hide. She laughs at it. Mistress Sofia reaches into the wardrobe, bringing out my clothes. To my amazement, she pulls out a tiny pink minidress. "I like your new dress, Mistress Sofia." "It is not mine. This is for a slave of mine who needs a new image. She should get ready to put it on." Mistress Sofia goes back into the wardrobe, taking out a pair of falsies, a little pink bra and matching panties, and a pair of very high heels, also pink. She comes over and dresses me. I want to say no but every time her body presses against me I become mute. Her hands do not linger on my flat body but I savour every touch. If only I could ever touch her without being asked first. As she puts on the final touches of blusher and fixes my long blonde wig, I look in the mirror and see an incredibly hot woman. "You look like such a slut! Slutty women like you just want to fuck all the time, don't you." "Yes, Mistress Sofia." "Higher, slut!" I strain my voice as high as it will go. "Yes, Mistress Sofia." "Better!" My new phone beeps to say it has received a text message. Mistress Sofia looks at it. "It looks like you have met a man, you slutty little whore! He says he will come to see you with his big juicy cock. I will tell him the number of your room." My heart skips a beat. Mistress Sofia grabs me and pulls me out of her room. We walk down the corridor to my prison of the previous night. "When he arrives I will open the door and introduce you. Do not speak and do as is expected of you. Any indiscretions will be punished very severely. Understand?" I stall. My devotion to her has led me to undergo many sacrifices and humiliations but this is a step too far. I have never even kissed a man. "Yes, Mistress Sofia." "Good. Are you still a virgin girl who has never felt a hard dick?" "Yes, Mistress Sofia." She cackles. I start to feel sick as we sit here waiting. After an eternity, there is a knock on the door. I am sat nervously on the bed, trying to get a glimpse of the man. He looks fat and middle aged. I want to get out but there is no turning back. Mistress Sofia would never forgive me if I betrayed her here. I pledge to lie back and think of her. Mistress Sofia and the man speak in German, so I do not understand their brief conversation except her saying "her name is Agnieszka." The ugly man waddles over to me, draping his arm around my bony shoulders. He makes throaty noises and talks to me in German, knowing I do not understand. Mistress Sofia is still in the room, sitting in the armchair with a cigarette in her hand and smiling sadistically at me. The man takes a huge hand against me, pressing me off the edge of the bed. I kneel. He stands up, unzipping his jeans and revealing a massive baton of a cock. He thrusts it brusquely into my mouth and I almost start crying. I tell myself I am doing it for Mistress Sofia and my nerves begin to calm. My lipstick-coated lips glide down the meaty bulk of his cock and he starts to breathe heavily through his disgusting nose. I roll my tongue around the tip and he moans. Through the corner of my eye, I can see Mistress Sofia is turned on. I keep going until he explodes, erupting huge spurts of cum in my mouth. He zips up almost as quickly as I swallow it, though I can feel some of it dribbling down my chin. Making a quick getaway, the man drops some money with Mistress Sofia, sharing a joke with her and leaving the room. "You are quite the expert cocksucker, you little whore. You were so good I think I might let you have some fun after you have given me mine. As he said, the tranny bitch knows what she's doing with a big, hard dick." My cock is almost bursting, but I know it will spoil it if anything happens as it rubs against the inside of my panties. "I want you to go back into the bathroom, take your clothes off, take your make-up off and come back in here. Stand still and wait for my instructions. I have a plan for you!" Mistress Sofia has a strange smirk on her face. I slink off into the bathroom and do as I am told. Seeing my feminine face in the mirror gives me a huge kick, and I feel sad to wipe the blusher away. Taking the clothes off is a delicate task, particularly when it means pulling my tiny panties off my cock. Things are getting damp down there, and the pre-cum leaves a little stain on the pink fabric as I ease them down my legs. I throw the clothes to the floor and rush into the other room, where I stand with my legs together. Mistress Sofia is spread across the bed, all of her soft curves finally revealed to my eyes. She licks her plump ruby lips and looks down, inviting me to gaze at her abundant round tits, at the contours of milky flesh that cascade to a narrow waist, at those big jutting hips, at her strong, smooth thighs. Most inviting is her cunt, broad but taut and dripping with moisture, shiny in the light. "Come here and get your tongue out, slave." I bow down to her altar. I start lapping my tongue on the outsides, flicking gently. I build in intensity and work my way in, taking instructions from her little noises of pleasure when I get it right and boredom when I do not. As with her boots, I cover every millimetre I can with my tongue. Once her breathing gets heavier, I work harder and harder on her clit, hearing louder and louder sounds until, finally, the loud shrieks begin. We are working together now, her body rocking and convulsing, my mouth starting to ache from being worked so hard. Mistress Sofia comes and throws herself back on the bed, pushing me away. After some time, she catches her breath. "You have been a very good slave. Very very good!" Mistress Sofia pulls me back on the bed and starts stroking my hair. I cling to her, my arm against her tits, my dick tapping against the warm edge of her thigh. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow you will get your own pleasure. The day will be yours." She moves my cock away with a soft hand. It almost explodes with the ecstasy of being touched and the joys of having served Mistress Sofia so well. Only one more day and my release will come. "You are my best slave. You have pleased me immensely." "Thank you, Mistress Sofia. How many slaves have you had?" "Many. They have all learned to serve so well that I do not need to instruct them any more. They are still my slaves, but they are so disciplined that they keep themselves enslaved in their own minds. You will soon reach that level." My heart sinks. Although I am always pleased to serve her, Mistress Sofia is my life. Now I have touched her body, I can not serve her from afar again. Although I have never disobeyed my Mistress, I know I must keep myself within her close control. I must prove I need more discipline. "Would you like your clothes back, Mistress Sofia?" "Yes. Bring it for me." I walk sheepishly into the bathroom, plucking the bundle of clothes up from the floor. I feel the dampness of the panties again, rubbing them against my cock to lubricate them more but it is barely noticeable. Unable to contain myself any longer, I come inside them, making a thick stain that she cannot miss. I throw them in between the other clothes, taking the bundle through to my Mistress. "Thank you, slave." "Would you like to inspect them, Mistress Sofia." "Why all the questions? I will look later." My heart races as I think about the panties, about the drying cum stain, about Mistress Sofia's retribution when she sees I came without her permission and did it in the clothes she bought for me. She sits watching TV and looking bored. After a few minutes the tension becomes unbearable. "Mistress Sofia, would you like me to pack the clothes away in my room?" "Yes, you should keep them with you. They are your clothes, you little sissy boy." "Then may I pack them away now, Mistress Sofia?" "Are you hiding something, slave? I will inspect them now and I will find out if you have damaged them. If you have, you will be punished accordingly." Almost sick with excitement, I hand her the pile of women's clothing. She investigates every inch of the dress, holding it up to the light and rubbing it against her body. Once satisfied, she picks up the bra, which looks tiny against the extravagance of her own tits. She pulls it between her fingers but finds nothing. I look into her eyes as she picks up the panties, getting a disapproving glance back. She toys with the waistband before looking inside the flimsy fabric. My heart beats faster and faster as I get harder and harder, knowing what is coming next. After what feels like a year, Mistress Sofia puts the pink panties down on the bed and stands up, her naked body tightening with rage. "What the fuck is this? You came in your panties, in the panties I bought for you. You came when I had banned you from doing so without permission. Disgusting slave! You'll be lucky if I ever let you come again." Mistress Sofia is furious. I am delighted. "Sorry, Mistress Sofia. I betrayed your trust." "Shut up you cocksucking little tramp! Don't you dare move a single fucking muscle or say a word until I have punished you." She dresses and slips out of the room. I begin to feel guilty for disobeying my Mistress, but I know I can serve her better in the long run for this transgression, especially once I have felt the wrath of her punishment. My whole body hardens and tenses when I think of what she might do to me. She keeps me waiting and waiting and waiting. Obeying Mistress Sofia Much later, the door swings open and Mistress Sofia appears again. She stands in the doorway, head to toe in black leather and holding a bag. She silently walks towards me, never moving her icy stare away. Taking a glove off, she slowly unzips the bag, revealing a sleek black riding crop. "Face to the wall, slave." I stand facing the wall, my legs together. She pushes my head from behind, pressing my nose into the wall. Fabric moves across my head, blindfolding me. Finally, the crop thrashes against my buttocks, stinging them violently. I try to stand still through the pain but it is impossible and I stumble. "Don't you dare fucking move again. You will get an extra five lashes for that." Still scalded by the vicious pain of her first strike, I feel it come again. It feels like my flesh is burning but I cannot move. Instead, I let out a groan of pain. "Shut up! None of that either from you, slave. Five more for that as well. Do it again and I'll gag you." I can hear my own voice quiver. From the sound her heels make on the floor, I can tell she is pacing around, playing with me like a cat with a dying mouse. This time, she hits me from another angle, bringing horrible burning to every area of flesh that escaped the first two lashes unscathed. Unable to control myself, I squeal. "What did I tell you?" After some rummaging sounds, Mistress Sofia stuffs a ball gag in my mouth. She always comes prepared. The next five lashes come almost immediately and in very quick succession, setting me alight with pain again. My mouth is full of drool, my body is burning and no-one can hear me scream. I am happy to be punished by my Mistress.