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Old Friends Ch. 02

By: the_one_who_got_away



I came right as the words came out of her mouth, and almost cut my dick off zipping up my slacks. I managed dumbly to mumble, "I wanted to surprise you, I made reservations for seven."

Emily walked past me to go to her bathroom, still completely naked, swishing her hips like a cat in heat as she said over her shoulder, "I'll be ready in fifteen. Want me to meet you in the garage."

I could only nod and ask, "Which car would you like to take?"

She stopped and thought for a second and asked, "Can we take the Jag?" I could only nod my agreement. Then she looked back at my crotch and said, "You might want to change you came on your slacks Mikey."

I was changed and cleaned up wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a vintage t-shirt with my hair down, being as it was a more-than-casual atmosphere at the restaurant, when I walked in to the garage and saw her sitting in my '56 Jag roadster, "I thought you wanted to take the new one. I haven't had this one outside since it came back from the restorers."

"Oh Mikey stop being such a bore, anyway its to hot tonight not to take advantage of the convertible."

"I have three convertibles in here, why do we have to take this one?" I replied, "Because if you don't we'll be late for your reservation." I had to admit she was right, we only had twenty-five minutes to get there and I hadn't even gotten to test-drive the newest edition to my collection since it had come back from being restored. Why not I said to my self before saying aloud, "you win, buckle up. I'm going to have to skin it back a little to get there on time."

When she smiled after I told her to buckle up, I realized that I was still secretly in love with this woman from my past, and knew then that no matter how much I haggled and argued with her she would always ended up getting exactly what she wanted from me, just like it was back in college.

I was nervous the entire night, but she just went on like always as if her 'show' had never even happened. We ate our meal, after which we had a few drinks at the bar before heading back to the house. Both of us were a little drunk when we stumbled, giggling back into my library, were I kept my personal wet bar, deciding to have a few more drinks before we went to bed.

I poured us both a double of aged single malt whiskey, and we both took a drink, before she made a face a the strength of the 100 proof liquor and said, "Goddamn Mickey I never could see how you could drink this shit." I replied, "It's definitely an acquired taste, but it gets the job done." 

We then finished our drinks and headed of to our separate bedrooms. I was having a restless sleep, like most nights, but tonight was different, in the fact that, instead of worries from the office keeping me awake, it was the mental picture I had of Emily riding her dildo. I finally dosed off around two-thirty in the morning to a fitful sleep. At first I wasn't sure what woke me around four that morning, but then I realized it was just Emily climbing into bed with me, which wasn't a surprise in itself, as she has been doing that since I've known her, but tonight I quickly found out what felt so different. Emily wasn't wearing the t-shirt and boys-briefs that she usually wore to bed, in fact I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing anything at all.

As all of this was registering in my sleep-fogged brain, she quickly kissed me deeper and harder than I had ever been kissed in my entire life. I quickly pushed her away and said, "Emma we shouldn't be doing this where friends. I don't like to fuck my friends, it always causes complications." She rung my jaw with her fist an said in a stern voice, "I don't want to her any of your crap, Linda. I've noticed how sorry Mickey is and I'm her to make it better, and your not going to fuck me, I'm about to fuck you. Now go in my bathroom and fix yourself up, Linda, you look like shit. You'll find my instructions for you on the toilet."

It was then that I noticed she was wearing her pink dong in a strap-on harness. I didn't argue, I knew that I wouldn't be able to talk her out of it. Then it hit me that she had not called me Mickey like usual, but in fact had called me Linda. Linda was the name my sisters use when they would play dress up with their little brother when I was little, Emily was one of the few people who knew about my cross-dressing adventures in early child-hood.

I found myself getting kind of aroused as I walked down the hall to Emily's bathroom wondering just what hear instructions were going to be. When I got there it was all to clear what she wanted, but I read the note anyway. I was to shave all my body hair and the goatee, that masked the feminine lines to my jaw, fix my hair into a more girly style, put on make-up, which she had picked out for me, put on a blue bra and thong set, she even had a pair of breast forms laid out for me, and then put on her only evening dress, a beautiful blue number that she had bought shortly after moving in, and panty-hose, she also had managed to purchase a pair of blue heels in my size.

When I was finished, all I could do was sit there and stare at my reflection in the stand mirror on the door. With the breast forms and the make-up, she picked out a hooker-red lipstick and green eye-shadow, along with the foundation and rouge, I must admit I wouldn't have recognize the beautiful woman staring back at me in the mirror, if I hadn't known that it was me in the dress.

So made up and looking more like a women than the man that I was I walked back to my room, taking great care not to lose my balance in the heels. When I walked through the door Emily wolf-whistled at me and I felt myself blush ant the praise.

She quickly crossed the carpet and then surprised me when she whispered, "Gods, Linda, your beautiful." Before pulling me into a slow, gentle kiss. She lightly nibbled on my lower lip before she slowly parted them with her tongue. We kissed for what seemed like ages before she finally broke the embrace to stare at me critically, her eyes roamed to my crotch before she said, "Well, Linda, we just can't have that, it make my beautiful girlfriend look like a man in drag."

After saying this she immediately lifted the hem of the dress that I was wearing and began sucking me of in true fervor. I was already extremely aroused by this point so I didn't take long at all for me to blow my load, and she swallowed every drop.

"Now that you have got yours, Linda, don't you think it's time for me to get mine?" this was the part that I was dreading, but at this point she was in complete control, and even though I am normally the one who's always in charge, in a way it strangely felt right letting her take control like this so I just nodded. Then she said, "I can tell your going to be a very good girl aren't you, why don't you show me how good you are and bend over the side of the bed?"

And I did it, I didn't even think, she commanded and I obeyed. Before to long I felt her slap my panty-clad ass with enough force that it would've knocked me over had I not been leaning on the bed, I whimpered and chanced a look over my shoulder, noticing she was now rubbing lube onto that plastic cock, as if she was jacking-off, which brought me another raging wood before she finished and pulled the panties down off my ass.

As she put the tip of her dildo to my ass I tensed out of instinct, as she bent over and whispered into my ear, "Just relax sweetie and you'll enjoy this more than I will." I forced myself to relax my sphincter as she slipped the dildo, I had witnessed her using on herself just hours earlier, all the way into my ass. At first it hurt like hell, but she just stood there taking my inexperience into consideration. 

Soon as the pain began to subside she brought her cock all the way back out of my ass with the head resting on my rose bud. I felt strangely empty without it, and remember wishing she would put it back, and started to push back against it. She entered me again and began fucking me with a slow rhythm, and the feel of her dick in my ass and my dick rubbing against the satin sheets covering my feather bed was beginning to drive me nuts. She gave a soft moan as she placed her hand on my hips and starting to fuck me in honest. 

It was driving me wild with passion I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and by the increasing pitch and intensity of her moans, I knew she wouldn't either. I began bucking back to meet her, and as I did this she started fucking me with a new kind of intensity. It was only about two more stokes before I had the most intense orgasm of my life. She felt when I came and pulled out of my ass, dropping the strap-on harness to her ankle before lying on my bed and shoving her dripping cunt into my face saying breathlessly, "now finish momma off and make her cum like a good little slut." and was grinding my face with her pussy before she had the sentence out of her mouth.

I lapped the juices off her cunt, like man eating his last meal. She was already screaming in ecstasy well before I took the nub off her clit into my mouth, sucking her off with all I had, before bringing her to a mountainous orgasm that gushed what of her juices I couldn't catch in my mouth onto my hookerish face.

I knew then that thing would never be the same in my house from that point on, and was surprised that I was strangely enjoying myself more than I had in years. I felt complete lying there naked, painted up like a prostitute beside Emily, who was sleeping like an angel.

To Be Continued.

Old Friends Ch. 02



Yesterday was so empowering. So many years, dating guys that didn't appreciate or come close to satisfying her, she'd grown disgusted with sex altogether. But yesterday had made her feel great and so damn horny. Oh how she had wanted to have him inside her, fucking her to her very core. But that would only undermine her plans. No, he would work for that privilege. She wasn't going to make the mistake of giving too much too soon ever again. He had looked so hot and sexy, though. Time had done little to ruin his good looks.

I wonder if he'll show up again. But she had little reason to worry as Ryan was leaving his apartment, heading for the hotel as she sat daydreaming.

As he drove along, he realized he had remembered little from work that day, as he could not get Mistress Nora off his mind. He had gone home the night before, both satisfied and frustrated. As he stood in the bathroom, cleaning and storing his items, he had wondered why she hadn't shown him her face. Not that it mattered, he was so taken by her, he didn't care. But still he felt such a strong connection that he wanted to see her in person and in his dreams.

He reached the hotel and walked quickly to the desk, not even looking around this time. He retrieved an envelope and proceeded to the room. As he entered the room, he opened the envelope and read: Take off all your clothes, put on the mask and collar. Get down on all fours, facing the opposite direction as yesterday and place the stimulator into your asshole. You may suck on and lick it to get it wet so it will enter easily. It must be placed, as yesterday, fully inside you. Then wait for arrival quietly and obediently.

Though he licked and got the anal insert as wet as he could, it still hurt going in but he didn't care. He did as he was told and anxiously waited quietly for his Mistress. 

This time, it was only moments before he heard the door. Again he heard a bag drop to the floor next to the bed. He waited but said nothing. "Good evening, my pet, are you happy I am home?"

"Yes, Mistress," he said excitedly.

"Good boy," she cooed, as she petted him on the head. "Now be a good pet and say hello to Mistress Celeste."

Mistress Celeste? What was going on? He knew not to ask and hesitantly said, "Hello, Mistress Celeste."

At that he heard a stern female voice address Mistress Nora, "hmmm, Mistress Nora, he is a fine specimen. Nice body, good sized cock, not big but not small either. You chose well for your first pet. But today we will find out if he is truly worthy and obedient, won't we?"

"Yes, Mistress Celeste, we certainly will," she said.

Again a fear crept up from his belly, as he was confused as to what was about to happen. 

"Today, my pet, Mistress Celeste is your Mistress. You will do as you are told and be obedient. Not only will you receive punishment at her hands for your insubordinations, after she leaves I will punish you for embarrassing me. Do you understand, pet?" Mistress Nora quipped.

"Yes, Mistress, I understand." He said hesitantly.

"Good then," barked Mistress Celeste, as she walked up behind him and dropped something on the bed next to him. "I thought you said he was naughty, why that hard on he's starting is hardly a reason for a woman to stay awake. Perhaps, he is disappointed that he won't be at your hands Mistress Nora. Is that why you aren't cock ready, pet?"

"No Mistress Celeste."

"Well then," pondered Mistress Celeste, "perhaps we need to help you with that." He heard her rummaging through the bag on the bed then she stepped behind him and removed the stimulator from his rectum. Suddenly he felt rough hands prying his cheeks apart, as cold gel was squirted liberally on his tender hole. She roughly began rubbing it but he couldn't tell with what or anything about what she was using. Just as quickly as she began rubbing she inserted, what felt like a full sized cock into his asshole. Not entirely rough but uncomfortable and painful, nonetheless. A gasp of pain erupted from his mouth before he could stop himself. SLAP—he felt the flat surface of a paddle hit his ass with great force.

"Did I give you permission to make any sounds, pet?" Mistress Celeste demanded.

"No Mistress, you did not."

"Do not make that mistake again."

"Yes Mistress", he whispered, fighting back tears as he wondered what the hell he was doing there. He could just get up and leave but he didn't want to. He desperately wanted to please Mistress Nora. He wanted the rewards that she had to offer. He wanted her approval.

He had barely caught his breath when he felt something cold and metallic on his nipples. One then the other was tightened until pain shot through his chest and yet, he could feel himself becoming more and more aroused. How could that be? This woman was torturing him and yet his member was responding to the senses of pain and pleasure coursing through his body.

"Well, well, I see we are getting somewhere," stated Mistress Celeste.

Thank God, he thought, she sounds like she approves and we can move on to better things. 

"On the bed on your back, pet, but don't let that dildo fall out." Mistress Celeste quipped.

Slowly, Ryan rose up, still blind to who was there and crawled onto the bed. As he was rolling over on his back, he felt the dildo begin to slip out. Before he could do anything, out it shot onto the mattress.

Mortified, he began to apologize but it was to no avail. Mistress Celeste grabbed the chain on his collar and swiftly flipped him over her leg. As he landed on her lap, he realized though soft and cuddly feeling under him, this woman had more strength than most men he knew. As she positioned him on her lap, his hard dick slipped between her thighs lightly touching her massive bush and he could feel her wetness against him. Though part of him was freaking out, the other part was getting more and more turned on.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP...each one harder than the last, she administered his punishment with the wooden paddle soundly.

"Pet, you got your ass juices on my bed," and as Mistress Celeste returned him to the bed, she pushed his face into the mattress, "you will lick it up before we proceed." 

"Yes Mistress," he panted and began licking where she placed his face. It smelled like his ass yet that didn't seem to bother him. How odd, he thought. The whole time he was licking he couldn't help but feel extremely conscious of the stinging of his ass. He could feel the heat radiating and yet it only served to make his cock grow harder than before. Knowing he was completely nude with his ass in the air and his face in the bed, he knew it had to be obvious. But where was Mistress Nora? Was she still in the room or had she left him with this Mistress? He trusted Mistress Nora but knew nothing of Mistress Celeste. He knew he had to trust that his Mistress would not allow harm to come to him so he would proceed as Mistress Nora had instructed.

"Good boy, now roll over onto your back and bring your knees to your chest." Mistress Celeste instructed.

He quickly did as he was told. Even though he was beginning to enjoy the spankings, they were getting harder and he feared that she would splinter the paddle into his ass if he pushed her. As he laid on his back, he could feel Mistress Celeste move into position kneeling just below his feet and ass. He hoped he didn't have to hold this position long. As that thought entered his mind, he felt the full force of the dildo being shoved deep into his ass. The pain was excruciating; she hadn't put any additional lube on it so only what little, if anything, that had been left on it when it escaped his ass, as she shoved it into him. He bit his lip not wanting to cry out and risk further punishment. 

"You like that, don't you, my pet?" Mistress Nora whispered in his ear, startling him. He hadn't even heard her in the room nor known she had come to the side of the bed.

"Yes, Mistress, I do."

"Tell me you want Mistress Celeste to fuck your asshole."

Taking a deep breath, he did his best not to let his voice quiver, "Yes, please"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress, I want Mistress Celeste to fuck my ass, please."

"Of course, you do, my pet," Mistress Nora purred into his ear.

As Mistress Nora began sucking and licking his ear, Mistress Celeste began sliding the dildo in and out of Ryan's tight asshole. At first it felt uncomfortable but as she continued, he began to reach a feeling that made his head swim and his groin grow hotter. As she pumped away at his ass with the dildo, he began gyrating as if trying to hump the air. He needed to cum so bad....he felt close to the edge with the hot lips of Misstress Nora now on his nipples protruding from the nipple clamps, he knew he wouldn't make it much longer. 

Then as quickly as he began to reach his peak, Mistress Nora stopped and so did Mistress Celeste. She promptly pushed the dildo back into his ass and told him to put his legs flat on the bed.

"What the fuck" his mind was screaming. He had been on the verge of a glorious orgasm and now back to square one with his cock so hard he truly thought it would bust any moment. But he did as he was told, laying on his back panting and frustrated. 

Just as he was catching his breath, Mistress Celeste squatted down over his face and told him to begin licking and sucking her pussy. He felt suffocated as her girth settled onto his face and he could already taste her juices seeping out. But he began sucking and licking, trying desperately to satisfy her quickly so he could breathe easy again. 

"mmmm, now there's a good boy," she said in a throaty voice as she rocked back and forth across his mouth, "now you may slide two fingers into my pussy and fuck me with your fingers but don't stop sucking and licking. You will make me cum on your face then lick my pussy clean when you are done."

He could say nothing with his mouth full of her, but did as he was told, sliding two fingers into her hot wetness, making sure to keep licking and sucking as he moved rapidly in and out of her with his digits.

With a grunt and scream, she came all over his face and patiently waited as he licked her clean. As she moved herself from his face, she instructed him to get on his knees facing the door. This time he was extremely careful to keep the dildo in his ass, lest he give her another reason to punish him.

As he got into position, he could feel Mistress Celeste lay in front of him and place her knees on either side of his hips.

"You may remove your mask, pet" she said.

Finally! He hoped Mistress Nora had not left the room. He so desperately wanted to look at her and memorize her. As he removed the mask and adjusted his eyes to the barely lit room, he could see Mistress Celeste laying on the bed in front of him. A plain faced big woman, she was not unattractive yet not attractive either. Her plain brown hair spread around her head as she looked at him blandly with her brown eyes. 

As he glanced up, he could see a shapely woman sitting in a chair, looking at him from behind a black hooded mask. He could barely make out her mouth, eyes and nose poking out of the faceholes. DAMN! He thought....still he didn't get to see her. Just then, he felt the sharp pain of Mistress Celeste grabbing the nipple clips still attached to his tender male bosom.

"Did I tell you that you could look at Mistress Nora?" she demanded.

"No, Mistress. I am sorry."

"Hmmm, I must think. Now, I am not sure you are worthy to fuck my pussy. Do you want to fuck me, pet?" she questioned.

"Yes, Mistress, please."

"Tell me then...tell me what you want to do to my pussy."

"Mistress, I want to put my hard cock in your pussy and make you cum all over me."

"I will allow it but you must not cum until I tell you that you can. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress", he assured her. At this point he wanted to fuck anything so he could get rid of this overwhelming struggle within his body straining at his prick.

"You may fuck me, pet."

Without a second's hesitate, he plunged deep inside of her, making her gasp in approval. Though still holding his ass tight, he was desperate to make her cum so she would let him cum and end this agony. But as trained Mistress, she had no intention of letting him off that easily. He would have to work to make her orgasm. 

As he pumped away, struggling not to cum himself, as he was so close to the edge of insanity, she asked him, "is there something else you want to do, to help me cum, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," he panted out, still focusing to maintain control.

"You may ask permission."

"May I please rub your pussy and play with your tits, while I fuck you, Mistress?"

"There's a good boy, asking so nicely. What do you think Mistress Nora? Has he behaved enough to your liking to earn that privilege?"

Mistress Nora hesitated, as if thinking it over, as Ryan continued to pump away, knowing he could not stop anything he was doing in response, nor could he plead with her to let him. He could only wait for her response.

"I believe," Mistress Nora started, "that he may do one or the other but not both. After all he has made some serious errors today. I will leave it up to you, Mistress Celeste to decide which."

"I do believe he has paid enough attention to my pussy so far so, pet, you have my permission to play with my breasts. You may even suck and lick them, too." Mistress Celeste informed him.

He wasted no time as he grabbed one large breast in his hand and began licking and sucking like a starving infant. He was desperately trying to bring her to climax and would do anything. Finally, several minutes later, Mistress Celeste allowed herself to orgasm with a loud moan, as she wrapped her legs around him and thrust her hips forward. It was more than he could take, without warning, or permission, he shot his load full into Mistress Celeste and immediately regretted his weakness.

"Mistress Celeste, I'm sorry. It will never happen again, "he burst out.

By this time, Mistress Nora was standing in front of the bed, where Mistress Celeste lay and Ryan looked down profusely apologizing.

"Enough!" exclaimed Mistress Nora. She grabbed the chain and pulled his face to hers. He could still only see her eyes, nose and mouth, but now realized that she was completely nude, with perky round breasts, a slightly staunch belly and a beautiful black bush. She stood before him like a goddess but he could see the anger in her eyes.

Mistress Celeste, slid from beneath him, got up threw on her clothes and grabbed her bag. "You have some work on your hands with this one, if you decide to keep him." And with that, she walked out the door, closing it behind her.

Mistress Nora stood for a moment, as Ryan gazed over her body, trying not to get caught. He wanted to reach out and touch her skin, lick and nibble those delicious breasts and slide between those beautiful legs...As she turned her attention away from the door back to his face, he quickly looked straight ahead as she was still holding his head up with the chain.

"My pet," she started sternly, "you have embarrassed and disappointed me. I do not think that you are suited to be submissive to me. Like most men, you simply want to lead a woman around rather than follow her guidance. I will not waste my time with you."

He started to protest but realized that would be against the rules. So he stopped himself and glanced downward as she looked at him. What was he going to do now? Part of him wanted to give up, throw her down and have his way with her, at least he'd get that. But the other part knew if he did, he would never see or hear from her again. And he didn't even know who she was or what she looked like so that would be that. His mind was darting as he tried to figure out what he should do.

She let go of the chain, walked to the chair she had been sitting in, pulled on her clothes and started for the door. He began to feel panicked as he knelt there still naked, covered in cum with the dildo held firmly in his ass....

"Please, Mistress, I can do better...I will do better. Please, please do not give up on me. I want only to please you. I will do anything...anything you ask. I swear it."

She did not turn, as she opened the door, but said, "No, we are done here."

"Then please Mistress, I must still be punished for embarrassing you. I must be punished. Please Mistress" He pleaded as he stared at the floor.

She smiled, but quickly extinguished her approval, as she closed the door and turned toward him. He was still looking at the bed.

"Get down on the floor on all fours," she instructed him.

With his eyes still cast down, he quickly climbed to the floor on all fours. She sat down on the bed and he could hear her digging through her bag. She had not made him put the blindfold back on and he could see her shapely legs so close to his face, he could smell her soft, musky perfume. Oh, what he wouldn't give to work his way up those legs, licking and kissing along the way. 

"Is my naughty little pet getting horny again," she asked as she saw his member coming to life again.

"Yes, Mistress, " he quietly replied.

"Is it the penis sized dildo in your ass...perhaps you want a man instead of a woman?"

"No, Mistress," he said empatically.

"We shall see," she responded blithely.

SMACK -- the paddle came down hard on his ass cheeks. The shock and force had nearly knocked him over.

"You will receive 20 licks for your insubordination, unless you think that is unfair. Do you think that is unfair?" She asked.

"No Mistress, whatever you say is fair." He replied.

"Good boy."

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK --each one came harder than the last. It felt as though he was on fire. He was already breathing hard and breaking out in a sweat trying to hold still and make no noise. She stood and threw her leg over his back. She placed her weight down on his back and he could feel that she had no panties on. She was warm and wet and he knew she was getting as turned on spanking him as he was being spanked. 

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK --he was hardly concerned with the stings as he could not stop thinking about her soft bush and pussy lips on his back as she rocked back and forth with the effort of each swat. And still he held the dildo in its place, not wanting to disappoint her again. Yet, before he knew it, she was done. She stood up, placed he paddle back in the bag and headed for the door.

"Perhaps you will hear from me; perhaps not." And with that, she was gone.

To be continued?



Old Friends Ch. 02



Authors Note: I have not discussed the emotions of characters much in previous stories and this has drawn some comments. Partly it's because I write these for the benefit of me. I who have struggled with having less than vanilla desires, running away from them, and the pain and misery it has caused me including I think probably losing chances at true love that's why I'm writing these so when I write them to a large extent I write them with myself in the place of the male and so I know how I'd feel and it turns me on and I feel like by omitting them then each person can read into them what they want to how they'd most be turned on but I realize if I want to write a romantic novel or otherwise I'll have to start attributing emotion to my characters so we'll try it here in what is a semi-autobiographical story in terms of me really basing this on how I'd like such an encounter to go down.

*****

I sat there for a while tied to the chair with Patrice's panties over my nose. 

I was feeling excited and very horny. 

What I had always wanted was happening and not with a stranger but with someone I knew, someone I felt comfortable with. 

I wanted to cum.

She came back in every few minutes or so and teased me, asked me to speak to her and did the "I can't hear you speak up" routine which turned me on even more every time we did it. 

I was beginning to want her to untie me so I could pound her with my cock, just beat that pussy up. 

Maybe it was the oysters maybe it was the dominance but I wanted to fuck the shit out of Patrice. 

Finally, Patrice came in and she took off the panties and she took off my gag.

"So how are you feeling Jackie?" she asked.

"Patrice you have no idea how much I am enjoying this," I replied

She started stroking my rock hard dick with her soft supple fingers with a soft touch, which made me feel comfortable

"I don't know Jackie, I think I have an idea" she said. 

Patrice was clearly enjoying herself, you could see the wetness in her panties. 

"Let's talk, Jackie."

"About"

"So you've known you're this way since we were like high school age."

"Yes."

"And you've only now started really pursuing this?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because people think it's weird Patrice. Like when you dropped your purse today and especially when we were growing up. Women might have been a bit more understanding but males weren't back then, especially the insecure ones not comfortable in their own masculinity so they have to act all tough and macho. It's always talking about how they 'fucked her' in the locker room and half the time it's a fucking lie."

"Jackie there were certainly groups you could have joined."

"Maybe but remember I've always seen myself as maybe being able to even win the White House or a Nobel Prize or be a big time billionaire and if people find out shit like this."

"The world is changing Jackie."

"I know but there are still a lot of ignorant people out there."

"Jackie, there are also understanding ones too."

"I know but then many of the dominant women, they want to do things like CBT or chastity, or outright exploitation of their submissives financially or otherwise and being exploited does not turn me on. Being dominated by a pretty girl does but it's foreplay in a sense and I mean I still want to be able to fuck normally and fuck as a dominant partner as well as submitting and again I want to conquer the world. Being willing to submit to a woman is the ultimate act of trust as I bow before no man."

"I know you don't and that's what makes this so hot for me. Because Jackie who you are, you're the guy who wants to be a big shot and yet you let me have you bound and gagged to that chair with panties over your nose."

"And I loved having those panties over my nose. You have no idea how intense it is, Patrice"

"I'm going to make it more intense for you if you want Jackie"

"How intense?"

"What can you take Jackie?"

We then began talking about everything basically I wouldn't be willing to do and I left the window wide open otherwise. We agreed on a safeword and then a series of safe gestures for when she had me gagged and I let her know I wanted to be gagged and a lot. For a man who is such a man of words with such a gift of gab in a situation like this being gagged is so unbelievably hot especially when the right girl is doing it and right now Patrice was definitely the right girl. 

"Ok Jackie, it's time for a dessert."

"What kind of dessert Patrice?"

"Miss Patrice, Jackie."

"What kind of dessert Miss Patrice?"

"Good boy. You'll see."

Patrice left the room and I felt very excited. She hadn't left me gagged and I felt kind of naked without it. She came back in with a bucket of strawberries and a bucket of whipped cream. 

Patrice took a strawberry, dipped it in whipped cream, sucked the cream off of it, and then brought it up to my mouth. 

"Take a bite Jackie."

I complied. She then ate the rest of the strawberry

Patrice took the next strawberry, dipped it in whipped cream, and brought it up to me. 

"Bite."

I did. 

She repeated this process off and on with several strawberries. 

She then took the bucket of strawberries and put in on the table. 

"Jackie are you ready for the next part?"

"What will it entail Miss Patrice?"

"Oh you're still having your desert and you're still having whipped cream, in fact you might like this more."

"Ok"

Patrice took both the bucket of whipped cream and the strawberries out of the room. 

I thought it was odd that she took the whipped cream because she said my dessert was still going to consist of whipped cream. 

She came back in the room, this time with a can of Ready Whip and then she came to me and then sat down in my lap, me still tied to the chair. I wanted to fuck her right there and I started to make thrusting motions.

"Whoa whoa cowboy. What are you doing?"

"Miss Patrice you've got me so horny I want to cum all up in that pussy."

"I know you do you little slut." she said, while softly stroking my face which made me even more horny. 

"Can we fuck Patrice?"

"Jackie!" she exclaimed sternly at my refusing to remember her title.

"Miss Patrice?"

"Good slut. Jackie my little slut if you want to fuck me you have to eat your dessert first."

"How can I eat my dessert with you sitting on me Miss Jackie, you took all the strawberries away?"

"I did didn't I?"

"Yes Miss Patrice. So how am I going to have dessert?"

"How are you going to have dessert?"

"How?"

When I finished that question Patrice took the ready whip and covered a breast in it and she brought it up to my mouth.

"Lick Jackie, suck it till you have every bit of cream off"

I complied and licked and sucked and sucked softly, almost like I was sucking milk out of a tit. 

"Good Boy!" Patrice exclaimed, "now for some more"

She sprayed some more on her torso and told me to lick and again I did until I got every drop off. 

She repeated this several times with the whipped cream on different parts of her midsections. 

She then filled her mouth with whipped cream, came up to mine, and started French kissing me. I was so fucking turned on and I wanted to fuck the shit out of her right then and there but I didn't dare start humping lest I not be able to fuck her at all. 

"So have you enjoyed your desert Jackie?"

"Yes Miss Patrice"

"Good, now I want you to do something for me."

"Yes Miss Patrice?"

"I want you to worship my body"

Patrice was so turned on at this point. She had always thought Jackie had a great sense of humor and an engaging personality and now she had him here in her lair. Often times she'd dominate a guy and not fuck him but she wanted him to have the treat eventually but she was going to dominate him like this much more before she did. Patrice came up real close to Jackie and told him to start kissing and he did, he began kissing her breasts and her chest, and her torso, and her back, and even her ass. Jackie was turned on more and more with each kiss. He loved Patrice's control. 

"Are you having fun, Jackie?"

"Yes I am, Miss Patrice."

"So you wanna fuck me Jackie?"

"I do Miss Patrice."

"Do you think you've earned it Jackie?"

"I think so Miss Patrice."

"Maybe you have. But I'd like to share some champagne first, would that be OK with you Jackie?"

"I can't really argue with you can I Miss Patrice?"

"Tied to that chair I guess you can't. But this is how you wanted it isn't it Jackie?"

"It is Miss Patrice. I must be honest you're starting to enrapture me."

"That's good to hear Jackie, if you're lucky I may never let you go, I might just keep you like this forever, my little sex toy. Would you like that Jackie?"

"Would I get to fuck you?"

"Of course, you'd be my sex toy."

"I think I might like being your sex toy."

"Maybe you would. I want you to know you've been a great kidnap victim."

"Thank you Miss Patrice."

"So are you ready for that champagne?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now don't go anywhere my little slut. Oh that's right...you can't" Patrice teased, sending Jackie's arousal into overdrive. 

Jackie never needed to come more than he did right now. 

Patrice came back with two bottles of Moet Chandon and two glasses.

"Now Jackie I am going to drink a couple of glasses first and admire my little captive, is that alright?"

"I'm in no position to argue am I Miss Patrice?"

"You're starting to learn my little slut, you're starting to learn. Such a good boy."

Patrice poured herself a glass of champagne and we began talking just normally, a normal conversation as if I wasn't tied to the chair and totally in her power. 

"Jackie, are you ready for a drink yourself?"

"Yes. So you're going to untie me, Miss Patrice?."

"No my little slut, you might try to escape."

"Then how am I going to drink it, Miss Patrice?"

"I'll feed it to you."

Patrice got up and filled the other glass with champagne and then came to the chair and sat on Jackie again. 

"So are you ready, baby?"

"Get me drunk Miss Patrice"

"Get me drunk, Jackie, have you forgotten who is in control. That was very rude. Where are your manners slut?"

"I'm sorry Miss Patrice."

"Ask politely, Jackie."

"Please get me drunk, Miss Patrice."

"Good boy."

Jackie started bringing the glass to Jackie's mouth and she got it up to his mouth and just as he was about to start drinking she took it towards her own mouth and chugged the Moet down. Jackie stared into her eyes shocked. 

"Oh my little slut, did you think I was going to let you drink from that glass?"

"How else am I going to drink it Miss Patrice."

"Drinking from the glass I may let you do once I know you'll be a good slut for me."

"So am I supposed to drink it out of the bottle?"

"No baby. I've got something much better planned for my little slut and I think he'll like it."

Jackie went and left the room and came back with the same high heels she wore on the date. Jackie poured the champagne in the shoe and brought it up to Jackie's mouth. 

"You told me you have a foot fetish, so drink from my shoe."

Jackie began feeding the champagne to Jackie from her heel, being careful to make sure none of it spilled.

"Make sure you drink every last drop slut."

Jackie was very turned on by the fact that she was now calling him "slut" all of the sudden. 

The idea of being Patrice's slut turned him on.

He finished the champagne from the shoe.

"How did you like drinking from my shoe Jackie. Does it turn you on knowing I wore it all day and now you've drank from it?"

"Yes Miss Patrice," Jackie said. He was turned on. More than in his entire life. He wanted to fuck Patrice so badly. He wanted to fuck her raw till there was no more cum in his balls to ejaculate. 

"Good slut. Want some more?"

"Yes Miss Jackie."

"I like hearing that slut."

Jackie poured more Moet in her heel and had Jackie drink it. She then gave herself more glasses and between her glasses and her feeding Jackie out of her heel they finished the two bottles of Chandon. 

"So Jackie do you want to fuck now?" Patrice asked, with lust in her voice.

"Yes Miss Patrice. Can you please untie me?" replied Jackie, with sexual need in his voice bordering on desperation. 

"Why would I untie you slut?"

"So I can fuck you raw Miss Patrice. You have me so turned on. I want to give you pleasure because I've never felt the way you have me feeling tonight."

"I like hearing that my little slut."

"So are you going to untie me so I can fuck you and make you cum again and again?"

"I'd like to cum again and again and if you ever want me to let you go you will but I can't untie you right now."

"Why not Miss Patrice, I worshipped your body as you wanted and you said when we drank champagne I'd get to fuck you."

"When you drink champagne out of a glass I'll fuck you. You drank it out of my shoe, slut."

"You're the one who took the glass away from me and made me drink out of the shoe, Miss Patrice."

"Aww I did, didn't I little slut. Too bad for you I guess."

"Please untie me, Miss Patrice."

"No Jackie."

"Why won't you untie me Miss Patrice."

"Because you've been a bad boy my little slut and I have to punish you."

"How have I been a bad boy."

"Because Jackie you have known you have had these desires since before high school. Told me you fantasized about being dominated by groups of girls in high school. You never told anyone and there probably would have been people in college who would have been glad to help you experiment. You would have been happy. I'm punishing you for denying yourself pleasure and happiness. I'm punishing you so you'll accept your needs and who you are. You need this Jackie and so I'm not untying you."

"What if I scream help, Miss Patrice?"

With that Patrice reached down and took off her dripping panties and pushed them in Jackie's mouth. She held one hand over it in a handgag to keep him from spitting them out while she got the tape, again pink tape, and placed several strips over his mouth. 

"Now you can't spit them out slut. I've got them all nice and wet for you. Taste my juices and get used to that taste. You'll have to taste a lot more before you get to fuck me. It's your punishment for being a bad boy and denying yourself the pleasures of being my slot. I wish I had known about this back when we were in school together. You would have had so much fun in my ropes."

"Mmmpppphhh" is all Jackie could reply through the gag. 

"Now baby, I've got a little surprise for you, don't go anywhere...Oh wait, you can't because you're still tied to that chair and you've got my dripping wet panties in your mouth."

"Mmmmpppphhh"

"Don't worry slut, the buzz from that champagne will kick in because I forced it down quick. I'm punishing you by not letting you fuck me yet but you'll enjoy what I have planned next."

With that Patrice left the room, giving Jackie bedroom eyes and staring into his deeply before leaving. 

Jackie had always fantasized about something like this and Patrice was a girl he had always fantasized about being dominated by.

Now that it was happening he was excited but starting to get worried.

What if Patrice was not the sweet girl and sassy girl he remembered? 

Still his dick overrode everything and just the experience was giving Jackie a sense of peace.

There was peace in Patrice's domination.

If she'd let him cum he'd gladly stay tied to this chair forever. 

But all he could do now is wait for what Patrice had planned next for him.



Old Friends Ch. 03



When Ryan got home that night, he showered and wondered what would come next. She had said perhaps he would hear from her. Surely, she'd see that he had been committed to making her happy, though he knew he'd failed miserably. Would she give him another chance? Why did he even care? There were plenty of women looking for a sub. Most he had seen and talked to in the past but none had come close to understanding him the way Nora...Mistress Nora had. Even before she'd become his Mistress, the connection had been electric even online and over the phone. He'd just get some sleep and things would be better in the morning. He was sure of it. 

It had been two weeks since the last encounter with Mistress Nora. Two weeks! Each night he came home and logged in, watching and waiting for her to contact him. He wanted so bad to message her but knew that if he did, he would never hear from her. He went into chat rooms and watched as she messaged back and for with other men wanting to be dominated by her. He did not know if they were chatting outside those rooms or not but reading over her words made him anxious and frustrated. He had tried...desperately tried to please her.  Thinking of that made him angry. "Maybe, I should just message her and tell her what a bitch she is and move on." But he knew he couldn't. He was clinging to the hope that she would not find a better submissive...but what if she did? What if one of these other guys had some experience with it or were stronger than he was at control? Then what?

He desperately wanted to go to bed. It was late and he had to work in the morning but he never logged off until she did...waiting and watching.  Other women tried to message him but he ignored their attentions. He truly belonged to Mistress Nora. They had connected during that month; and the two days at the hotel had to be just the beginning..he needed it to be just the beginning.

Up popped another window...he yawned and gazed over, ready to ignore another message but this one was from Mistress Nora. He couldn't believe his eyes; quickly he opened the window. 

"How has your search for another Mistress been going, Ryan?" the message read.

"Mistress Nora, I am yours and would never betray you by looking for a new Mistress," he replied.

Several minutes passed. She had called him Ryan, not my pet. Was she trying to tell him something? Was that it? He sat with his eyes glued to the screen, not wanting to hesitate if she responded back...5 minutes, 10 minutes...please, please, please he chanted to himself.

"Do you still have the items I gave you?"

"Yes, Mistress, cleaned thoroughly and stored as you instructed me."

"Days Inn, tomorrow at 6p.m., my pet," And with that she was gone.

Thank God, he thought, Thank God, she is giving me another chance. I better not mess up again. I won't mess up again he thought determinedly. For two weeks, he had been practicing holding the large dildo and small stimulator in his hole, no longer a virgin hole, thanks to Mistress Nora. And he had to admit, he was beginning to enjoy it more and more. He almost trembled as he began to think of Mistress Nora sliding the dildo or stimulator in his asshole. Should I worry that I am thinking of that instead of Mistress Nora's soft, hot pussy? No, he still thought about that as well but felt a bit more controlled over that. Pussy he had wanted before, the anal sex was new and more intriguing to him.

As hard as he was, he didn't dare masturbate for fear she'd know and he'd lose any hope he had of being her permanent pet. Just the way she called him my pet was so erotic and comforting. With a frustrated sigh, he rolled over and gradually fell off to sleep. 

The next morning, Ryan overslept and had to rush around getting to work. He was almost an hour late but had been so exhausted, he hadn't heard his alarm clock. Dammit! The day was not starting off well.

He worked diligently through the day, trying to brush thoughts of Mistress Nora aside so he could be done on time; otherwise, he'd be late to the hotel and that was not an option.

At 5, as he was heading out the door, his boss stopped him. "Ryan, I need you to stay and finish helping Becky close out the paperwork for Einhert."

"Mr. Franz, I can't! I have an appointment I can't be late for," he said, the stress pulling at his voice.

"You also can't be late for work but you were today so you will stay."

Ryan was frustrated by this but didn't hesitate as he said, "I'm sorry but I have to go and if you feel you have to fire me for it, so be it. I can't be late for my appointment." And out the door he went with his boss staring after him.



Old Friends Ch. 03



I sat there tied with Patrice's panties in my mouth, wondering what would happen next. 

I was as horny as could be. 

I wanted to shoot loads and loads of cum inside her. 

But all I could do was sit in that chair. Waiting for her. 

Longing for her to return. 

And soon my wish was answered.

Patrice walked in, completely naked. 

She walked up to me. 

"So have you missed me baby?" she asked, cooing in her voice. 

"Mmmmppphhh"

"I can't hear you, did you miss me?"

"Mmmppppphhhh."

"Speak clearer, if you want me to untie you and fuck you you've got to speak up Jackie"

"Mmmpppppphhhh"

"Ah well my little slut. You don't want to speak up so I'll leave you there."

"Mmmmppphhhhh"

Patrice then started to stroke my face very gently, very lovingly.

"Poor baby. I want you to know I've decided to keep you a few days. I like dominating you Jackie."

She continued to stroke my face.

"I know baby. But you know you want this and you know you like being dominated by me like this."

Patrice was right, I was enjoying this. I still wanted to fuck the shit out of her right then and there so I decided to scream to get her attention. 

"Mmmppphhhh"

"Mmmmpppphhh"

"Mmmmppphhhh"

"Scream all you want baby, no one can hear you with those panties in your mouth," Patrice teased. 

And I was enjoying it but I wanted to fuck her and so I thought if I kept screaming at some point she'd take the gag out and I could make my case. So I started saying "I want to fuck you"

"Mmmppphhh"

"What's that I can't hear you," Patrice said. 

I said "I want to fuck you" through gag but it came out as "mmppphhhh."

"I can't understand you, are you saying you want to fuck me?" inquired Patrice, with an innocent look in her eyes and tone in her voice. 

I nodded my head. 

"And I suppose you'd need me to untie you in order to fuck me?"

I nodded my head.

"I'm sorry Jackie my dear slut but I can't do that. I'm still punishing you for being a bad boy and not accepting your inner slut. We could have had so much fun in school but you kept this from everyone and you hurt yourself most. I'm teaching you how to enjoy your desires."

I screamed "No" through the gag but it again came out as "mmpppphhh."

"I have to keep you tied up right now but I want to know if you'd like to cum. Would you like to cum Jackie?"

I nodded my head in the affirmative. 

"I'm going to leave you tied to the chair and I'm gonna keep those panties in those mouth but I'm going to give you a blow job. Would you like that Jackie?"

I nodded my head.

"Such a good little slut. But there's just one thing I have to do to heighten the senses. Do you want an intense orgasm slut?"

I nodded my head. 

"Very well Jackie."

Patrice got up and left the room. 

She came back with a what looked to be a device of some sort. 

She came up to me. 

"You're probably wondering what this is aren't you?"

I nodded my head and said "Yes", muffled as it was by the gag. 

"Jackie, this is a vibrating device designed to stimulate your prostate. See the prostate in men is what the g-spot is in women. By stimulating it just right a man can achieve a full body orgasm of the kind we women have when we do get off.

"Mmmppphhhh"

"You'll like it Jackie. If you wouldn't you would have told me not to when you told me what you wouldn't do."

And Patrice did have a point. I had always been intrigued by prostate play but with it upon me it was a different thing entirely. But there wasn't much I could do tied to that chair but accept the stimulation. 

Patrice inserted it into my ass and she turned it on. As my prostate began being stimulated by it I started to feel giddy and starting laughing through the gag.

Patrice then put her mouth on my cock and starting sucking my dick and she went slow and deliberate. 

She had me to the edge several times and then would back off, all while that vibrator was doing its work. 

Finally I came and it was electric. 

I had never had an orgasm like this before.

And Patrice kept sucking and sucking till I thought she'd suck me dry. 

I was very satisfied and happy. 

"Did you enjoy that slut?" asked Patrice.

I nodded my head. 

"Good slut. I want you to know that dick of yours will not be in my pussy till you've pleasured me with your tongue. I pleasured you with mine and you're going to return the favor. Do you understand Jackie?"

I nodded my head.

"Good boy," she said as she stared deeply into my eyes running her fingers through my hair. 

"But it's not time yet for that Jackie but you have been right about one thing. It's time for me to untie you from the chair. But your hands will stay behind you and that gag is staying on Jackie."

"Mmmpppph"

"I have to keep you quiet, baby."

Patrice untied me from the chair and helped me over to the bed and she laid me down sitting up with my hands behind my back against pillows. 

I saw her get a DVD of Family Guy and put it in the VCR. 

"Jackie I'm gonna let you sit here and watch this and think a while. I want to go off for a little while. I'll still be in the house and check up on you from time to time but I want you to sit and think about how you've enjoyed this and me. Can you do that for me slut?"

I nodded my head.

"Good boy. Don't go anywhere now."

Patrice sauntered out of the room, shaking her ass as she left. 

By now I was entranced and could only wonder what would happen next.



Old Friends Ch. 04



By 6 p.m., Ryan was sitting on the bed, blindfolded, wearing his collar. She had instructed him to place the other items on the table as he came in. Quietly he sat, with his hands in his lap and waited. The room was so still and he kept wondering how long he had been sitting there. Long enough to doubt that she was coming; ponder if this was her way to let him know he wasn't worthy of her time and much more. Each time he heard footsteps in the hall, he'd sit up and wait for the key in the door...still nothing.

Finally, he heard the key in the door and sat up waiting for Mistress Nora to walk in. 

"Hello, my pet. I certainly hope you are ready to continue training," He heard her say as she closed the door behind her.

"Yes, Mistress, I am ready," he replied eagerly.

"Very well, then. I have decided to give you one more chance to prove you are worthy of my time. I have interviewed several other men, who have assured me they are more than willing to take your place. Fortunately, for you, I am nothing if not fair."

"Thank you, Mistress. I promise I will not disappoint you again."

"Oh but you will disappoint me again. It is the nature of the male beast; however, I believe you are sincere in wanting to please me so I will give you another chance. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"You will do what I want, when I want and with who I want. Is this your agreeance?"

"Yes, Mistress, I am yours, and only yours, to do with as you see fit." He agreed with enthusiasm.

"Now, there's my good boy." She said as she patted his head and sat on the bed next to him, pulling his head onto her shoulder. Though an almost maternal gesture, the simple movement made him feel secure and content, despite his burning desire for her.

It was only moments like this before there was a knock at the door.

"There's our company now, my pet. I hope you slept well last night because you must be alert today."

Though he still felt secure, deep down he started feeling apprehensive. He knew his test of obedience would be tested to its limits but after Mistress Celeste, he wasn't quite sure what level she was taking him to at this point. He only knew that he would do whatever and whoever he had to in order to win her favor and his place between her legs.

As the door opened, he heard a man's brisk voice greet Mistress and cringed. Holy shit, was this is? Was she going to make him do things to this man. He had told her he wasn't gay..had she not believed him? Or was she simply testing his dedication.

"Stand, my pet and greet Master Steven. You will simply address him as Master or Sir. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress, understood." He replied cautiously.

He stood, "Good Evening, Master."

"Stand straight so I can take a look at you, whore." His voice was terse and commanding.

Ryan stood straight and tall, still masked and unable to see the man speaking to him. He sensed him coming closer and did his best to remain still. Suddenly he felt Master's big hand on his cock, pulling as if measuring him up. Straining not to react to the man's hand, he stood and waited quietly. "Turn around, place your hands on the bed and spread your legs, whore", he barked. Ryan did as he was told, fearing what might be next. The man spread his ass cheeks. A moment later, without warning or lubrication, the stimulator was shoved into his asshole. Fortunately, since he had been practicing with the stimulator and dildo for two weeks, he was able to barely flinch at its application. "Hmm, Mistress, you may be right. This one may prefer a man's cock in his ass to the soft, warmth of a woman's pussy."

Ryan started to open his mouth in protest but quickly closed it.

"Do you have something to say, whore? Are you going to correct me?" He growled at Ryan.

"No, Master, I would never correct you." Ryan said, as he choked back the anger.

"You may stand and turn around, then. I will let you enjoy your ass toy, for now, since I find your response acceptable."

He stood and turned, hoping the probing was done. Quietly he waited, as he hear Mistress speaking to the Master. "Now, for my inspection." She said. He was growing confused; she had inspected him the first day and this man had just finished inspecting him while she was standing there. Though she didn't approach him, he could hear her across the room moving around. What was going on now? From time to time, he'd hear a murmur from Mistress or low comments but did not understand what was being said. Then the man spoke again, "You will obey Mistress Nora, as you would myself, understood?"

That's when he heard a soft, seductive female reply, "Yes Master, as you wish." 

What was this? Another woman...two men and two women? No, he better correct that; two Masters and two submissives.

Though he couldn't see, he could smell and sense Mistress near him. Suddenly, the chain on his collar was grasped in her hand firmly. "On all fours, my pet", she commanded. Down he went without hesitation. At his obeyance, the mask was pulled off his eyes. He adjusted his eyes, after having them dark for so long and there, a few feet in front of him was petite, buxom blonde, with creamy white skin and soft blue eyes, on all fours as he was, looking directly at him. He could see that her chain was being held by her Master's hand but dare not look up, as he had not been given permission to do so. He silently stared at her and immediately felt himself growing harder. She looked like a pure angel that had fallen directly from heaven onto the floor in front of him.

"Turn around, my pet, so your playmate may get to know you," Mistress told him as she led him around by his chain.

Now it was Master's turn to direct his sub, "Slut, remove his ass toy and sniff his ass, like a good dog."

Ryan felt the stimulator being pulled out and felt her pert little nose directly on his asshole as she nudged and sniffed him. God, but that was hot, turning him on even more. He closed his eyes, picturing her at his anal entrance, savoring every touch and nudge. 

"Go on, then, bitch, lick his asshole. Let him know you want his dog dick for your pleasures." Master told her.

As she continued to nudge and nuzzle his ass, he felt her hot tongue licking and probing his tender hole and it felt so good, he had to fight the urge to moan out loud. The sensual feelings radiated straight to his cock and he could start the beginnings of the tortuous hard on, he knew he may have to harbor for a great deal of time.

"Don't forget to get at those balls while you're down there." Master instructed.

She did as told and Ryan's pleasure only grew more and more. That nose buried in his ass area while she licked and sucked the undercarriage of his balls. It was so rare to have that sensitive area tantalized but still he stayed as still as possible, with his eyes closed and concentrating on reaction. Though he was enjoying it immensely, ahh, what he wouldn't give to moan and shove his entire ball sack into her hot little mouth.

And just as quickly as the feelings started to rise, his playmate was commanded to stop and her leash pulled back.

"Now, bitch, turn around so he may get to know you properly." Master commanded as he turned her around.

Without a word, Mistress led him by his leash around to his playmate's waiting ass. He patiently waited for instructions as he stood so close to her that he could smell her sweet pussy drifting into his senses.

"My pet, you will do to Master's bitch as she has done to you but nothing more than that." Mistress instructed him.

He eagerly complied and began sniffing and licking her perk little shithole surrounded by an ample, rounded ass. Though he'd never been near a woman's asshole, like that, he couldn't help but enjoy it. He greedily proceeded to the area between he asshole and that beautiful trimmed cunt as he reached his tongue as far as he could to her honeyhole. Licking like a dog lapping up water. He could feel her wetness on his lips and nose as he worked away. And just as he was doing all he could to reach her hot pussy, his leash was pulled. "Good boy, now that's enough. I believe you have both properly introduced yourselves." Mistress quipped.

It was only a moment before Master took a hold of his chain, as Mistress walked over to one of the chairs. He could see her shapely legs as she moved away, and watched as her skirt fell to the floor, along with her shirt before sitting down. He was still face to ass with his playmate, waiting patiently for Master's instructions. He was a bit nervous because it seemed that Master would be taking over, at this point. 

Suddenly his head was jerked up, as he was brought eye to eye with Master; his bulky figure towering over him. He leaned down close, looking Ryan in the eye with menacing brown eyes, "I will instruct you from this point. At no time, will your dirty cock enter my bitch's pussy. THAT is MINE and MINE ALONE," he informed Ryan sternly. "If you make any errors there, you will be severely punished. You will not cum until I have given you permission...IF I give you permission. Wag your tail, if you understand, dog." Ryan quickly wagged his ass in response, not wanting this mass of a man angry with him. At his Mistress' hand, his punishments were more erotic than the pain he endured. He was certain that would not be the case, if he disobeyed Master. At his response, Master loosened his hold on the leash.

"Bitch, on the bed and lay on your back with your hands above your head," he commanded firmly. She quickly complied.

"Dog, you will sit proper and wait," he instructed Ryan as he released his leash. Ryan quickly sat his butt down on the floor, keeping a dog's stance.

Within seconds, Master had his bitch tied to the bed. Her wrists were tied together then attached to the headboard; each ankle was tied to a corner of the bed post, exposing her swollen, pink, wet clit for everyone to view.

"I hear you have been a bad boy, recently, dog, and want you to understand I have no tolerance for insubordination. My bitch is well-trained and will not be led astray by a mutt like you." Master walked over to the table and as he retrieved something from the table, Ryan glanced to see what he had. His first mistake. Damn, he thought to himself. But before he could hope that he hadn't been seen, the bitch spoke, "Master, the mutt looked upon you without your permission." 

Ryan couldn't believe it. He wasn't sure if his Mistress had seen or would have said anything but had never considered that this bitch would speak up. He shot her an astonished look before quickly dropping his head. But Master was already in front of him. 

He sat on the bed and roughly pulled Ryan over his lap like a child, shifting him so that Ryan's cock was between his knees. Quickly Master clenched his legs like a vice over his member, causing a jolt of pain through Ryan's prick and stomach. He was so busy focusing on not crying out, the first lash shocked him and caused him to jerk involuntarily, sending another jolt of pain through him, as Master held his cock firm between his legs. Without a moment to compose himself, the belt came across his ass again. Like a father punishing a defiant child, Master had taken a thin leather strap and was beating his ass. Again and again, the belt snapped over his tender flesh as tears began to run down Ryan's face. He wasn't quite sure if the brutal pain or shame at having a man handle him this way, was causing his inability to hold in the tears. Ten lashes, later, he stopped, as quickly as he had begun.

"Next time, you do not obey, dog, I will make you grab your ankles and lash your balls as well as your ass. Do you understand?" He queried menacingly.

"Yes, Master, I understand," he said in almost a whisper.

"What dog? I cannot hear you..." Master growled as he tightened his legs around Ryan's cock.

"Yes, Master, I understand, " he replied in a firm voice.

After pushing Ryan from his lap onto the floor, Master walked around to his bitch's ear and whispered to her in a loving tone, as he gently fondled her breasts. When he was done speaking, she nodded.

And with that, Master commanded Ryan, "You will take position between my bitch's legs and reward her for her loyalty to me. You are to lick and suck her throbbing pussy to start with, I will give instruction as you go, since you are a stupid mutt that would not know how to pleasure her otherwise."

"My bitch," he said in a kind tone, "for your reward you may cum when you want to if the dog is able to pleasure you to orgasm."

"Yes, Master, thank you."

"Get on the bed and pleasure my bitch, dog", Master barked.

That's all it took, Ryan was on the bed between her legs and diving his mouth onto her throbbing clit, licking and sucking. He was both angry that she had caused his ass busting and turned on at this hot cunt in front of him. But he knew that if he caused her anything but pleasure, he'd face Master's wrath. She was the favored sub in the room and he had to get on her good side if he didn't want more punishment at Master's hand.

The bitch slowly began moaning under his administration, which proved only to make him harder than he had been. If he could bring her to orgasm quickly perhaps he would be rewarded with a blow job by her smart little mouth. Just the thought of her hot mouth on him, had him working his lips and tongue over her clit and pussy. Now she was beginning to moan more audibly, driving him faster into her wetness with his tongue.

"Not bad, dog," Master said, "now slide two fingers into her pussy and finger fuck her while you continue licking and sucking her hot little clit." No need to tell him twice, Ryan was more than happy to oblige. No longer even noticing the sting of his has as he went to work pumping her with his fingers while French kissing her clit, as she moaned louder and began to writhe under his administrations. He continued to suck, lick and finger fuck her but she still had not cum. Damn, this loose bitch is never going to cum with only two fingers. Damn, he needed to do more but was only allowed to do what he was told so he kept working and working her into a frenzy. 

Bucking and moaning, the bitch kept pace with his finger fucking and became wetter and wetter, driving him to what seemed like madness. What the hell was she waiting for? These limitations were killing him...he needed to give her all he had, then she would cum for sure. 

"Stop," master commanded him, "it seems you need further instruction, dog. At my hands, she would have come several times by now."

Ryan stopped but was frustrated, wanting to call her a whore and tell her Master that it was his fault, he couldn't bring her to orgasm. But he simply waited. 

Master pulled a chair next to the bed and instructed Ryan to watch as he demonstrated the way a real man makes a woman cum. Sure, Ryan thought, when you can do whatever you want...but his thoughts were interrupted as he saw his Mistress sit languidly in the chair, draping one leg over each arm. Master got down on his knees and placed his face into Mistress' bush. Ryan could see her wetness and watched as Master licked and nibbled at her clit and pussy, as she moaned audibly. Oh, how he wanted his face between her legs not Master's. Her moaning was grating on his nerves, as well as making him hornier than ever. Knowing he had to keep his eyes on them or feel retribution, he felt miserably as he watched Mistress, with her head thrown back and eyes closed, moaning and humping at Master's face in sheer pleasure.

After what seemed like an eternity, Master held up two fingers so Ryan could see, then slowly slid them into her wet and wanting pussy. Now she was moaning and panting as he glided them in and out, as he continued to work his mouth over her engorged clit, licking and sucking. 

"Ohhh, yes, Master, that feels so damn good, don't stop, oh God, please don't stop.." Mistress moaned out as Master's pace with his fingers and mouth quickened. "Cum for me my beautiful Mistress, let me taste your juices, so sweet", Master coaxed. And without another moment's hesitation, Mistress exploded all over Master's face. As he stood, he leaned to kiss her mixing the taste of her own cum in her mouth, before instructing Ryan, "Now, dog, lick her clean, quickly! You still have my bitch to satisfy."

Ryan leapt at the chance to have his mouth on her soaked pussy and began licking and drinking her dry. Master overlooked to make sure Ryan was not there any longer than he had to be so as soon as she was clean, he grabbed his chain and dragged him back to the bed. "Now, you will use your mouth, tongue and two fingers to make my bitch cum," he commanded vehemently.

At this point, not only was Ryan determined to make her cum, he was going to make the little bitch sorry for all she was doing to make this more difficult for him. He pushed his face straight onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth like a bottle nipple and rolling it around with his tongue; at the same time, he drove his two fingers into her snatch, pumping as hard as he could. Plunging them in and out fast, deep and hard, putting the strength of his arm into it; careful to follow instructions using only his tongue and lips on her clit and fingers on her pussy hole. 

As he'd wanted, Master's bitch was startled and aroused immediately. She let out a yell then began moaning with fervor. As she began humping at his fingers, he sucked harder on her clit, giving her a rush that had her writhing under the weight of his mouth and hand. She fought hard, controlling her orgasm as long as she could, per Master's whispered instructions, but to little avail. As she stiffened and opened her mouth, not a sound erupted for several seconds, as she came all over Ryan's hand and the bed, finally letting out a final scream of pleasure. 

Moments passed as they both fought for control of their breath. "Seems like old dogs can learn a few new tricks, with proper instruction," Master quipped in an amused tone, "I bet you would love to have those hot little lips on your cock, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Master, I would," he responded.

"On the floor, dog, at your Mistress' feet," he commanded. As Ryan rose and began to walk to his Mistress, Master grabbed his chain and pulled him to the floor roughly. "No, dog, you will crawl to her and lay at her feet."

Ryan quickly rose to all fours and crawled to Mistress and laid down. She took his leash and adjusted his position so he had a full view of the bed, as Master kneeled over his bitch. 

"My beautiful little bitch, tell me how much you want a real man inside your hot little snatch," he told her.

"Yes, Master, please. I want you fucking my hot, wet pussy; not some mutt at his Mistress' feet," she begged.

He slowly smiled and obliged her by sliding his massive cock into her waiting, soaked pussy. As he began pumping her slowly, she arched her back, moaning and pushing her hips toward him in rhythm with his lead. Master pinched, grabbed and slapped her perk little breasts as he continued to increase his momentum. Her moans and gasps were getting louder and louder, as Ryan looked on harboring his massive hard on, growing hornier and more frustrated. All the while, aware of his Mistress next to him; her smell, the musk of her pussy filling his senses, being so close to her but unable to look at her or touch her. 

Master pumped and pumped the wailing bitch as she was so close to cumming but waiting for his permission. Ryan sat mesmerized watching Master's ass muscles flexing as he took his bitch to heights of orgasm, knowing he had complete control, as well as a captive audience admiring his work.

"Cum, bitch, now!" Master yelled and the bitch desperately straining against the ankle and wrist ties as she thrust her forward, tightening her cunt around Master's cock as she exploded at his command.




Old Friends Ch. 04



Patrice left me watching the DVD for a while. 

Then she came back into the room. 

"Such a good boy you are Jackie. Laying there all tied up. Can't go anywhere. Sucking on my panties and you know you like it."

"Mmmppphhhh" is all I could say with those tasty panties in my mouth. 

"What would you say Jackie if I never let you go, if I took you with me and kept you as my personal little plaything forever?"

At the sound of that I began to get a bit worried and began changing my play screaming into real screaming and Patrice could tell that worry had come over me at that statement. 

"Don't worry Jackie, I'm not crazy. But I like to tease my captives a lot. Do you like being my captive Jackie? Nod your head if you do."

I did. 

"I think it's time for you to serve me orally Jackie. I promised you that I would fuck you but not till you ate me out and I gotta be honest I wanna fuck you, I want you inside me, but you've got to pleasure that clit with your tongue first. Are you ready?"

I nodded my head.

"Good good boy. Such a good slut for your Miss Patrice."

Patrice took the gag out of my mouth. 

"Miss Patrice before I eat you out can I have something to drink?

"Why should I give you something to drink Jackie?"

"Because your panties have made my throat dry."

"That sounds reasonable enough Jackie, what do you want to drink?"

"I'd like a few glasses of water Miss Patrice. And maybe a whiskey drink or something like that?"

"And why should I give you a liquor drink Jackie?"

"To make me hornier, so I'll eat you out better."

"That sounds like a good enough reason."

"So will you Miss Patrice?"

"Well first I think I need to get you in a good hogtie."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

Patrice proceeded to put me in a strict hogtie laying there on the bed.

"So why did you hogtie me like this Miss Patrice, is it because I asked you for a drink?"

"Actually it is. You're right, those panties probably did dry out your throat and I should give you some water. But I don't know. I want you to show how much you want it."

"How can I do that tied up like this?"

"By kissing my feet."

"OK"

Patrice brought her feet up to my face and pressed against them. I kept kissing them. Her soles felt so good on my face. She then turned them around and I put little pecks all over her feet. We continued like this for a few minutes. Then she stopped. 

"You are such a good foot kisser Jackie!"

"Thank you, Miss Patrice."

"You've earned a reward."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Can I have it?"

"Sure."

With that Patrice undid Jackie from the hog tie but still left his hands and feet tied. 

"So when are you going to get me those drinks?"

"Can you ask a little bit more politely?"

"When can I have those drinks, please? I thought you were going to reward me because I did such a good job kissing your feet."

"I did, I took you out of that hogtie that had to be uncomfortable."

"But you said I probably need a drink."

"How much do you want a drink Jackie?"

"A lot."

"Will you beg for it?"

"Beg?"

"Yes beg, I want to hear you beg Jackie."

"Please please please let me have some water Miss Patrice."

"I don't think that was good enough. Why should I let you have water Jackie?"

"Miss Patrice, I'm so thirsty and I did a good job of serving your feet. Please please please pretty pretty please with sugar on top let me have that water."

"I don't know Jackie, I think I might be spoiling you if I do that. If I'm in control with you asking for water if I give to you then I might not be in control as much and that's what gets me off. If you keep asking for water I might just have to let you go thirsty."

"Please Miss Patrice please please please let me have that drink."

"You're such a whiner Jackie, I think you need to be quiet for a while. I went running earlier in the week and I've got those socks laying around. Maybe they should be in your mouth."

"That will dry my mouth out more Miss Patrice please let me have a drink of water please please please."

"What can you do for me to make me give you that water Jackie?"

"I'll eat you out better."

"You're only eating me out because I've told you you have to before you can have that dick of yours in my pussy and well, if you're throat is so dry you can moisten your throat with my pussy juice Jackie and you're such a slut it's just what you need."

"Please please please please please Miss Patrice please let me have that water."

"Why should you, you know I think I want to stuff those dirty socks in your mouth. They'll have my taste in them so your mouth can water up with saliva for how delicious they are."

"Please please please Miss Patrice let me have water. How about his, after you let me have my drink you can gag me with those dirty socks."

"Jackie I've got you tied up, you're not in a position to tell me what you are willing to do. I can easily gag you with those socks and there's nothing you can do. I've got you tied real tightly. You can't escape and with a good gag you can't scream for help, I've got you now as long as I want to."

"Please Miss Patrice pretty pretty please let me have that water. You are so beautiful, so intelligent, I love serving you and letting me have that water will let me serve you better."

"Well Jackie I was going to fuck you immediately after you ate my pussy out but you know what I'm going to give you that water but I've got to show you I'm in control."

"So what are you going to do to me Miss Patrice? Are you going to let me have that water? Please let me have that water. Please pretty pretty please. You are a goddess Miss Patrice a complete goddess. I am so fortunate to be in your presence."

"You are beginning to understand Jackie. Ok, you can have that water but you're going to give those socks of mine a good washing with your mouth while I rub your feet over by body before you can have that cock of yours in me."

"Thank you Miss Patrice."

"You should be thankful Jackie, but before I get you that water I want you to earn it."

"How will I do that Miss Patrice?"

Patrice got back up on the bed and put her feet towards my face.

"I want you to suck my feet Jackie. You say your throat is parched well I'm going to make you earn that water. Spend all that saliva you have on my luscious feet. They are luscious to you aren't they Jackie?"

"They look delicious Miss Patrice."

"Good answer, slut."

Patrice put her left foot in my mouth and I started sucking, first the whole thing and then each toe."

"You're doing good slut, now the other foot."

I again sucked her foot, repeating the process. She then pressed the saliva covered feet over my face and got my face wet with my own spit. 

"You've been such a good boy, let me get you that water."

Patrice went to the kitchen and brought back a jug of Deer Park water, she left and came back with glasses,

"Didn't you want whiskey too?"

"Can you please mix it with coke Miss Patrice?"

"Why should I Jackie?"

"Because as delicious as that drink it is nothing compared to you and drinking it will only make me desire you that much more."

"Very good answer, slut."

Patrice left and came back to the room with a bottle of Gentleman Jack and some Coca-Cola. 

Patrice filled the glass up with water and brought it to my mouth and I started drinking. 

"Do you need another glass slut?"

"Yes Miss Patrice."

Patrice gave me another drink. 

"Now what do you say slut for me being so generous as to let you have this water."

"Thank you Miss Patrice."

"Good boy."

She gave me a third glass of water.

"Now Jackie, if I keep putting all these liquids in you you're going to have to piss and I don't want to have to untie you so I'll let you have one drink and then the socks are going in your mouth."

"Ok Miss Patrice."

Patrice walked to the dresser and then fixed the whiskey drink.

"Drink up slut and remember this drink won't buzz you as much as my sex will. Drink up and think about how your Miss Patrice is a sex goddess and how luck you are to be tied up in her lair."

Patrice fed the drink to me slowly until I drank it up in about 10 minutes.

"Alright slut, you've had your fun. You're gonna have to take a piss and I think it'll take you about 30 minutes to need to go. Are you ready for those socks slut?"

"Yes Miss Patrice."

"It doesn't matter if you're ready remember that slut, I'm in control."

"Yes Miss Patrice."

Patrice got up and walked over to where the hamper was and pick up a sock. 

"Now Jackie, would you try and spit this out of your mouth if it tasted bad?"

"How could I do that Miss Patrice?"

"You could push it out with your tongue."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you're a dirty slut who likes being dominated and you know if you did you'd get a response from me to exercise my control that would make you even hornier because you like being at my mercy little slut."

"And what would be wrong with that Miss Patrice, wouldn't you like that chance to show your dominance?"

"I'd rather keep you quiet while I rub my feet all over your face and body and even maybe that little dick of yours. I want you horny when you get that tongue in my snatch."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to go get some duct tape so I can make sure you can't get those socks out and will give them a good good wash and taste how hard I work to stay fit and looking hot for little sluts like you."

"Thank you Miss Patrice."

"Good boy!"

Patrice got the duct tape and came back to me. 

"Now Jackie, I've decided to just gag you with one sock, I want to save that other sock to reward you."

"Should I be happy for that."

"You should, you're going to love that taste little slut or more the fact that I'm making you taste it."

Patrice took a sock and brought it up to my nose.

"Smell that slut. Take deep sniffs. Does it smell good?"

"It's intoxicating."

"What a foot slut you are, ready to taste it?"

"Yes Miss Patrice."

"I think you should smell it one more time."

Patrice put the sock back under my nose and then rubbed it on my face, then she stuck the sock in my mouth, pulled off a strap of tape and put it on my mouth and then put three more straps on it. It turned me on so much each time she placed the tape on my mouth. My dick was rock hard. The sock tasted worn very worn but it turned me on that such a beautiful girl was doing this while having me tied up at her mercy. 

"Jackie I want you to scream for help. It'll turn me on. Do it, now!"

I started screaming help but all that came out was "Mmmpppphhhh,"

"I can't hear you, scream louder."

"Mmmmmppppphhhhh"

"Scream like you want to really escape me, scream Jackie scream."

"Mmmmmppphhh."

"I still can't hear you, oh wait that's right, I've got you gagged with that dirty sock."

"Mmmmppphhh."

"Alright my little captive, it's time for you to give my feet some service. You don't have to do anything but sit there, not like you can move anyway with how tightly I have you tied."

Patrice started rubbing her feet on my body.

I was ready to give her the best clit licking of my life so I could fuck that pussy. 

But right now I was under her feet.

And I was very happy to be there.

With every second that passed Patrice drew me further and further into her aura. 

And I was loving every second of it. 



Old Friends Ch. 04



Master withdrew his cock from her pussy, dripping her juices as he moved up, straddled her face and began fucking her mouth, as he used her tits as a seat. Then, grabbing the headboard with a final thrust, he came in her mouth. Ryan watched in fascination as Master pulled out and the bitch began licking his cock clean, without a work between them.

Once cleaned, Master stood up, looked at Ryan and said, "You see how well-trained my bitch is. She knows what is expected of her without a word. Should your Mistress choose to keep you, perhaps one day you will know how to be this obedient...a purebred pet instead of the mutt you are today."

"Yes, Master," Ryan replied.

Master untied his bitch's feet and flipped her over onto her stomach, reattaching the ankle ties when he was done. He strode across the room, taking Ryan by the leash and led him onto the bed then went to his bag and pulled out a tube of gel, handing it to Ryan. "First, you will rub her asshole with the lube thoroughly; then coat the same two fingers you fucked her pussy with and slide them into her ass and finger fuck her ass until I tell you to stop," Master instructed.

Ryan spread the bitch's ass cheeks, squirting a good amount of the cold gel onto her hole. She barely flinched but let out a low moan as he began rubbing the gel around lubing her entrance thoroughly. He could feel her pushing her ass toward his finger as he rubbed the gel generously around. Oh, how sweet that asshole looked, he thought, as he began lubing up his digits. Then he slipped his fingers into her tight little asshole and began pushing in and out, as she began humping back trying to coax his fingers deeper and deeper into her. With her restraints, she could only move so far toward him and he began to get a bit heady with the control, albeit limited, he finally had over her. He was no longer angry but he wanted her to remember him. To remember how the mutt, as she had called him, had given her pleasure. He made sure to only go so far into her, making her as frustrated as he had been the entire evening. After all, she had been permitted several orgasms and he had yet to be permitted to cum as he felt his cock aching for release. He barely slid his fingers halfway in, pumping and curving his fingertips each time he slid into her. By now, she was writhing and moaning, as he watched the juices from her cunt glistening on her pussy lips and dripping onto the bed. Still he kept his pace and limited entrance, deciding he would wait for Master or Mistress to tell him otherwise.

Behind him, Mistress and Master looked at each other and smiled. Ryan was learning to control his desires and that was the difference between a good submissive and an excellent one. She had finally gotten him to the most important beginning level of becoming her pet. It isn't about wanting to be dominated; it was self-control that would enable him to give what his Mistress wanted and needed of him. Mistress decided it was time for her to take over. She reached in her bag, removing two items, as Master looked on and nodded his approval at her. She walked over to the bed, where she could see her pet was giving Master's bitch quite the workover. Not only was moaning and writhing but Mistress could see beads of perspiration on her face and body, as she struggled to take Ryan's fingers completely into her throbbing asshole.

Mistress leaned into Ryan's ear, "Stop now, my pet," she breathed into his ear. All his senses perked up at her presence and the hot breath on his neck. "It is time for you to fuck that tight little asshole but neither of you are to cum until I say so."

Ryan could hardly believe his ears. He desperately needed to feel that tight little shithole wrapped around his cock and he quickly took charge of the Bitch's ass, shoving his pulsing, hard cock deep into her ass. She gasped at the force but quickly lifted her hips as high as she could wanting and needing him to thrust deep inside her. Relieved, he began pumping her with all the force he had; the anger, frustration, and desire drove him over and over into that hot, tightness hoping that Mistress would not make him wait long to cum. It had been such a long, trying night and his body begged for release.

"Wrap your arms around her waist and rub her pussy, while you fuck her ass, my pet, "Mistress commanded. And he did as he was told, causing the bitch to buck harder and moan louder as he did. He knew they were both closing in on the edge and focused all his energies on holding back from cumming until he was given permission.

As he pumped away, rubbing her clit, driving her closer to the edge, he felt Mistress rubbing his asshole, as she leaned behind him. God, how much more could he take, he wondered...and he soon found out, as Mistress quickly inserted the stimulator into his lubed asshole. The sensations from having his cock in such a tight hole, while the stimulator massaged his ass felt so damn good, he broke out in a cold sweat straining to hold his orgasm.

As he fucked the bitch and began feeling lightheaded by so many wonderful techniques, he was divided by the desire to shoot his load into her ass and going longer, enjoying all these pleasures.

"You may cum, whores," Mistress told them and without hesitation, Master's bitch orgasmed, constricting so tightly on Ryan's already sensitive cock, that he blew his whole load, feeling completely exhausted as he released all the tensions he'd been holding for...well he didn't know how long but he knew it had been the most trying night of his life.

As Mistress took his leash and led him from the bed, Master untied his bitch and instructed her to get dressed, which consisted of her putting on nothing more than a coat. Master was already dressed, as was Mistress and he walked over to her, pulling her to him and giving her a long, slow kiss before taking his beautiful, blonde, cum-soaked sub and walking out the door.

Mistress picked up her bag, without a word or glance at Ryan, and walked out the door, closing it behind her.

Are you kidding me? Ryan felt so confused. He cleaned himself up, dressed and gathered his items up, then walked out. With one last glance at the room, he turned and closed the door behind him.

To be continued?



Old Friends Ch. 05



Ryan got home, cleaned his items and stored them.  He checked his messages but nothing from Mistress Nora.  He went to the chat room and she wasn’t there.  It was 2 a.m. and he was seriously confused about the entire matter.  He had thought she was pleased with him, by the end of the evening but hadn’t said a word when she left.  Now he had no message and she wasn’t online.  
Though completely spent, he could not get to sleep.  He tossed and turned, reliving the evening’s events and picking apart every part of it, searching for the answer he needed to know.  Would he ever see her again?  By 5 a.m., when he had to get ready for work, if he still had a job, he hadn’t slept a wink and was stressed beyond belief.  
He went to work, somewhat relieved to find he still had a job, and worked through the day, checking his messages constantly for one word from her.  Nothing…not a word all day long.  By the end of the day, he was struggling with himself, deciding what he should do.  He was exhausted and wanted to go home and sleep but he wasn’t sure that’s what he was supposed to do.  His last ditch hope, though far-fetched, was to go to the hotel, even though he hadn’t heard from her one way or the other.  Maybe she had left him a note or message there.  It was possible. Right?
His mind was buzzing; his body sore from lack of sleep and the beating he had taken at Master’s hand the night before.  He pulled up and parked, walked into the hotel and to the desk.  By now, the woman behind the desk recognized him and smiled as he walked in.  Before he could say a word, she reached under the desk and handed him an envelope; but no key.  Thanking her, he took the envelope and walked out to his car to read it: “My Pet, go to room 328 and knock on the door.”
He dropped the note on the seat and leapt out, walking quickly to the room.  He stopped outside the door, not sure what to expect and knocked lightly on the door.  He waited and…nothing.  He raised his hand and knocked harder this time. This time he heard someone turning the doorknob, as he held his breath.
The door opened and there stood Mistress Nora, wearing nothing but the hood, thigh high boots and holding a riding crop.  He wanted to smile but knew better so he stood there looking at the ground, waiting for her to say something to him.
“Come in, my pet,” she said softly.
He stepped in, feeling a thrill at the face that she had called him her pet.  He was her pet and planned on staying that way.
She closed the door and told him to strip, which he did placing his clothes on the table.
“Mistress, I’m sorry, but I did not bring my items.  I wasn’t sure what I should do when I didn’t hear from you.”
She placed her fingers on his lips to quiet him, then leaned forward, pressing her taut breasts against his chest and kissed him on the lips.  He was even more confused than he had been, wondering if she would call.  Now here she stood, looking like a dream, kissing him on the lips.  Despite his fatigue and confusion, he could already feel the stirring in his loins, alerting him that whatever she wanted, he knew he would give no matter what it took from him.
She walked over and sat down on the bed. “Come here, my pet, and get on your knees.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied and quickly complied.
“It is time for you to learn how to service me,” she informed him, as she leaned back, spread her legs and said, “you will start by learning how to eat my pussy properly.  You may suck, lick and use your fingers to show me your skills.  I will correct you as necessary.  Remember what I tell you because next time, you will be expected to start and finish correctly.”
Finally, he was going to get to touch her and, though, every nerve in his body felt like it was charged, he knew he needed to concentrate and take his time.  Even though he wanted to dive in plundering that beautiful cunt spread in front of his face, he had to do and remember every movement and instruction.
Ryan wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed to give his face complete access to her wonderful wetness.  Leaning in, he began licking the lips of her pussy with the tip of his tongue, ever so lightly, with a hint of pressure.  With a low sigh, she placed her legs over his shoulders, so she could pull him closer as the need built up.   He glided along, licking and kissing, teasing her senses with his wonderful warm tongue.  As he continued, he could feel her arching toward him, pushing her need of his mouth higher and higher.  When he felt her legs begin to urge him forward, he spread her open brought his tongue to the bottom of her pussy opening and licked her beginning juices upward until he reached her clit.  As he heard her low moan, he wrapped his mouth around her swollen clit and began gently sucking and licking, causing her legs to wrap around his neck, pulling him into her.  Not wanting to rush, he maintained his pace, licking, nibbling and sucking as he rubbed his thumb over her wet opening, tantalizing as many senses as possible.  He could hear her low, throaty moans as she glided back and forth against his skilled mouth.  Though she could feel her orgasm building, she did not want the sensations to end.  It was all so amazing and as much as she wanted a reason to slap his ass with the riding crop, so far, he hadn’t given her a reason. 
She finally reached the point, where she needed release, she locked her ankles around his necking, pulling him toward her, “make my cum now,” she demanded.  He grabbed her ass firmly and pulled his face into her sweetness, plunging his tongue deep into her hole, fucking her with his mouth, while rubbing her clit with his lip.  It drove her over the edge and she yelled out, as she squirted him full in the face with her orgasm.  As she loosened her legs and fell back, Ryan wasted no time licking and cleaning her juices with his expert tongue.  
Mistress stood and walked to her bag, she removed a few items then motioned Ryan to her side.  He sat at her feet on all fours, as she pulled a stimulator out of the bag, several inches long, and covered it in gel.  She told him to turn his ass to her then slid it into place in his asshole.  No longer painful, the sensation did nothing more than make his cock harder than it had become as he had eaten Mistress’ sensational honey hole.  As he remained there, waiting for instruction, Mistress began rubbing the tip of the riding crop along his ass cheeks, making him tingle in anticipation.  He didn’t want to disobey her but he really wanted her to smack his ass with that crop.
She stood and straddled his back, making sure to spread her pussy lips open so her clit would be rubbing against his back, as she continued to rub the crop along his cheeks, stopping occasionally and sliding it between his legs, gliding it across his balls.  It felt so good, he felt like he was being hypnotized.  The feel of her wetness on his back as she rocked back and forth with her motions; the stimulator and the leather on his skin was so damn erotic, he could feel the sweat beading on his brow.  He could feel the pressure building and hoped she wouldn’t make him wait long.
Mistress sensed his need growing and rose, throwing his clothes to him, she instructed him to get dressed, while she pulled a dress over her head. “You will get in your car and follow me,” she informed him.  
He did as told, then found himself sitting in his car, following her down the road.  He still had the stimulator in place and was aroused even more by the vibration of the car and every bump he hit in the road.  Though he wondered where they were going, he knew he didn’t care as long as he was following her. Without warning, the stimulator in his ass began to vibrate, sending tingling sensations through his extremities.  What was this?  
In her car, Mistress was smiling as she fingered the buttons on the remote to the stimulator she had placed in Ryan’s ass.  She knew, by the time they got to her place, he would be willing to agree to anything she proposed and that was just the way she wanted him.  Begging her; knowing that she was the only one that could bring him to the brink of the pleasure and pain he wanted…no, needed.  
Behind her, Ryan was shifting in his seat, trying to satiate the desires running through him.   As they turned down another road, he felt the power and pressure of the vibrator increase.  Holy shit, he swerved for a moment but quickly recovered.  What was she doing to him?  How many speeds did this thing have?  How much longer before they got where they were going?  The wheels were turning and at the same time, he was having trouble focusing as the blood was no longer supporting his brain but rushing to his hardened and damp prick, threatening to push him too far.  
She pulled into the driveway of her simple but beautiful little two bedroom cottage home.  Before sliding from behind the wheel, she took Ryan’s vibrator up another notch, knowing he would already be agonizing over it’s power.  
Ryan had stopped behind her and put the car in park, when he felt the vibration turn to an intense hum.  He swore he could hear the vibration but wondered if it was just because the pressure was coursing its way through his entire body.  He opened his door, as she walked toward the car but was finding it difficult to put his feet on the ground and get out.
“Follow me,” she said briskly as she strode quickly toward the door.  Despite his situation, he knew if he didn’t follow her quickly, she might very well lock the door and leave him standing outside.  He struggled to his feet and walked as fast as he could, ambling to catch up with her.  He followed her into what he could only describe as the most comfortable and quaint house he’d ever seen.  All the soft colors and homey décor definitely denied the commanding nature of his Mistress.  He could smell apple cinnamon and vanilla wafting through the house, mixing with the scents of her womanly fragrances and it was more sensual than he had imagined.  
As he stood there, with his ass and balls humming, she turned and placed a new collar around his neck, with a long leather leash, that he could see would easily reach his ass, if she were so inclined to slap him with it.  “Remove everything, my pet, and leave your clothes at the door.”
As soon as he had done so, she took the leash in her hand.  He looked at her, waiting for instruction.  She quickly took the end of the leash and slapped him hard on his ass, SLAP! “Pet, why are you still standing?” she asked him angrily.  Suddenly he realized his error and dropped to all fours.
“Sorry, Mistress,” he said as he looked down at her feet.
She led him by his leash to the basement.  As they entered the room, he could see it looked more like a dungeon than a basement.  The wall was adorned with whips, chains, clips, vibrating and other devices he’d never seen.  In the middle of the room was a tabled with restraints at all four corners.  In the corner, he saw what looked to be a large dog kennel.  Whoa!  Am I in over my head, he wondered.  But he knew he wanted to know what everything was, what it did and how it felt to be used on him.  He practically salivated, looking around and knowing she wouldn’t have brought him here if she hadn’t chosen him as her sub.  Finally, he was in and looking forward to days, weeks, months…years of what she had in store for him.
“This is our playroom, pet.  We will be spending many hours here; perhaps even days as we proceed.  The crate in the corner is where you will sleep when you are a bad boy.  If you are a good boy, I have a dog bed in my room, you will be permitted to sleep in.  If you are very, very good, I might allow you to sleep at the foot of my bed.  But I am getting ahead of myself, you have a long way to go before that will happen.  Each and every item in this room has been purchased for my pleasures with you.  You will no longer go to your apartment after work.  You will come here every day, remove your clothes at the door, take your collar and leash from the hook, put it on and wait for me at the door, like a good dog.  Your position is on all fours unless I tell you otherwise.  You will see to all my pleasures, never your own.  If you are good, I will reward you.  Do you fully agree to do exactly as I say and never question me?”  She said and waited for his response.
At that moment, he knew he wanted everything she had.  If he had to endure beatings and humiliation, as he had in the past few days, it was a small price to pay for the honor of being with her, “Yes, Mistress, I fully agree.  I will be your pet, at your beck and call, whenever and wherever you command me.  I promise to learn at your hand and be your obedient pet as long as you will have me.”
She smiled and patted his ass, which was still gyrating under her control.  “Get on the table, my pet, lay on your back and extend your arms and legs to the bindings.”
Onto the table he went, the metal under him was cold as ice, and proved only to make his nerves jump a little, in combination with her stimulation of his asshole.  She went about strapping his wrists into the leather cuffs and then his ankles.  Without the ability to clench his legs, the stimulator was working overtime, making him harder and harder, beyond his belief.
Mistress quickly removed her dress and climbed over Ryan on the table. “Tonight, I will give you a taste of one reward you will be working for.” Smiling at him, she took the control in her hand and moved the setting from 3, directly to 10.   Jolting his senses, he gasped slightly but caught himself for fear she would be unhappy with him.  As he fought the urge to push back against the vibration, Mistress squatted over him and slid her soaked, hot pussy onto his throbbing cock, beginning to ride the tip slowly and methodically; only letting him the tip enter and exit her, as she began rubbing her clit with one hand and massaging her breast with the other.  As she glided over him, like and angel, he could feel all his nerves tingling from head to toe.  Oh, how he wanted to plunge into her warm wetness, as he began writhing under her.  
She continued to massage only his cock head with the snug warmth of her cunt, as he fought the urge to thrust his hips up into her.  It was the sweetest torture he had yet felt in all their meetings.  What he had wanted and worked for.  If he had to wait, then he would do so.  He was hers, all hers and wanted, nor needed anyone else.  He knew he would be hers forever, if she would let him.
She met his eye, seeing the hazed and lusty gaze, he held as he looked at her.  She reached up and pulled the mask off her head, as she plunged her body all the way down on his massively erect manhood, and began riding him to orgasm.  Though it was hard to focus, he watched intently as her long black curls fell from under the hood.  He finally got to see her entire face, with its pert nose, full lips and smokey eyes.  And as she thrust onto him over and over, watching her breasts bounce, and hearing her sexy moans escape those sensual lips, he suddenly realized, he knew this girl…no, not girl, woman.  But she had been a girl, the last time he saw her.  Junior High, he recalled as she continued to push his resistance to its limits wrapping her hotness around his cock, faster and faster.  
Her moans and panting were increasing, as she was growing wetter riding him and he was beyond ecstasy with the ass vibrator still going as she fucked him.  He could not believe he had finally seen this beautiful vixen and she was riding his full staff, with such frenzy.
“Cum,” she yelled as she thrust fully onto him, her soaked cunt constricting as she screamed out in ecstasy.  Relieved for such release, he came fast and hard, feeling their juices mingle and overflow onto his balls, thighs and stomach, as he too yelled out in release.
She slumped over him, laying on his chest, their stickiness sealing them to each other.  He could feel her breasts rubbing against him as they fought to catch their breath.  She reached over and turned off the vibrator.  After a few moments, she climbed off him and released his restraints.  
As he laid there, she walked toward the basement steps.  “You may sleep in your pet bed, in my room tonight.  Clean yourself up, but leave the stimulator in.  Whenever, I turn it on, you will know to come to my bedside and wait for instruction.”  She turned and started up the stairs.
“Yes, Mistress, I live to serve and please you and only you.”
Without turning around, she smiled and said, “I know you do, my pet.” And proceeded up the steps.
The end?