****** Just for the Weekend by Bruno ******
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Just for the Weekend


I have a friend, an acquaintance really, who has discovered a unique, form of
employment. Michael realizes that there are a number of people, known as
submissives, who get off on being totally dominated by others. He knows too
that there are an equal, if not greater, number of people who love to dominate
a sexual partner. He has also discovered that there is a market among both men
and women for the services, for short periods of time, of these "submissives."
He, my friend, gets these folks together for a price which is paid by both
parties to the contract.

To make a long story shorter, and to get to the "good stuff," I, on the weekend
in question, went to the house I had been told about, paid my money and was
taken to a dark, open area in the back part of the house. Although we went
through the house, I think the room in question was an addition on the back.
The area was about 100 feet long and nearly square. There were no windows to
the outside and very little light. As I entered the room I realized that it was
set a few feet below the floor of the house and I had to walk down a short set
of stairs to reach the floor. After my eyes had adjusted, I noticed that there
was a large object in the middle of the room which looked like a carnival
carousel. The major difference between this object and the real thing, was that
it was completely closed. It had a series of windows which were curtained from
the inside. The whole thing was slowly moving in a clockwise direction. My
guide showed me what appeared to be pull cords on the outside of each window,
instructed me in their use and left me alone.

I pulled the cord on the first window. A well lit bedroom came in view, and in
the room was a short, nude dark hared woman sitting in a chair and looking down
at the floor. She was dressed in some sort of lingerie. I noticed that the
door, which was opposite the heavy Plexiglas window through which I was
looking, had no interior hardware. I assumed, correctly I later found out, that
there was no way for the woman to leave the bedroom on her own. She was, in
fact, a captive.

The carousel was slowly moving on. I closed the curtain on the first window and
pulled the second as it came within my reach. This room was similar to the
first, but the woman quite different. This one was tall and blond and nude. She
was shackled to the wall by heavy iron bands and she seemed to be defiantly
struggling against her fetters. The third window showed a nude man, young, well
built, handsome and with a very large, hard cock. Nice but not, however, my cup
of tea.

All in all, that day, I saw eight captive women and two men. Each quite
different in physical appearance; each different in dress and demeanor. My
choice was, for me, an easy one. She was tall, about five ten and completely
nude. I have no idea what her hair color was for you see she was completely
shaved; arms, legs, pubic area, armpits, and yes, her head. The effect was
startling. As I looked more carefully, I saw that she had both nipples and her
outer cunt lips pierced and at each piercing, including both ears, she wore a
gold ring. A fine gold chain connected the two nipple rings, and another fine
chain wrapped from her cunt ring, between her legs, up the crack of her ass to
a gold waist chain.

As soon as her window came in view, I knew I must have her if only for the
weekend. I called Michael the proprietor on the house phone nearby and informed
him of my choice. I closed the curtain and Michael instructed me to go to the
reception area to pick up my purchase and to pay the cashier on the way.

When they arrived, She was fully dressed. That was not in the scenario I had
planned. I got out the steel collars from my case, one for each ankle and
wrist, and one for her neck. The collars and cuffs were padded for comfort, had
permanent rings embedded in them and could be locked on to the wearer. I put
her arms behind her back and clipped the two wrist cuffs together. I cut and
ripped her clothing from her body, and told her that was the last she would see
of any clothing not supplied by me till our contract, and the game was over.

My car was parked in the garage which had an inside door. I clipped a length of
chain to her neck collar, and led her to the car. I put her in the front seat
with me and told her that in spite of her nudity, she was to sit up straight
with her legs spread wide. It was about 4:30 PM Friday, so rush hour traffic
was just starting. Most of the other drivers ignored us, either they could not
see in, or they didn't care. Trucks and vans were another story. When the
drivers saw us and her condition, there was hooting and horn blowing and
several near accidents as occupants of the larger vehicles craned their necks
to see in. She was blushing from top to bottom, and her breathing was coming in
short gasps. I reached across the seat and between her legs. She was wet and
warm. The drive, nude through city traffic was very exciting to her.

My place is in the country, about five miles out of town. It makes activities
such as I had planned for the weekend much easier. My property is surrounded by
woods, bushes, or a high fence, so I have complete privacy. It is far enough
from the neighbors to be sound proof.

When we arrived I led her in the living room and had her stand up on a low
coffee table. I told her to spread her legs as wide as possible, and reach down
and hold the ankle cuffs. What a beautiful sight from behind. Completely bare,
warm, wet cunt. The sight and smell was overwhelming. I had to lick and taste
her.

She came, loudly, almost at once. After regaining my composure somewhat, I went
on with the inspection. What a feeling to run my hands over a completely bare
body; legs, arms, cunt, ass, and even her head. The jewelry added to the
excitement. I was most pleased with my investment.

Finally I let her stand up and step down from the coffee table. It was time for
instructions. I have her the following orders: l. No clothing unless I directed
it. 2. Submissive attitude at all times, including lowered eyes. 3. I was to be
called Master, at all times. 4. Discipline and training will take the form of
either hanging by her ankles or wrists, and may or may not include spanking or
whipping, at my discretion. 5. I might choose to loan her to friends for their
amusement. If so, she was to "service" them as she would me.

Instructions completed, I took her outside to a cross bar arrangement I had
built just for the occasion. I attached padded ropes to her ankles and using
the pulleys, I pulled her legs up 'till She was hanging upside down with her
arms just off the ground. Then, pulling the proper ropes, I spread her legs as
wide as they would go.

Her position put her cunt and ass at just the right height to lick and suck,
which I did with gusto. Her taste was delicious! I had to make a couple of
phone calls to some friends so I left her suspended till I could finish my
business. I told my friends of my weekend purchase, and invited them to come
over and see her later in the evening.

I was gone longer than I had planned. About 20 minutes in all. She was,
obviously, right where I had left her. It was time for a discipline session.
Leaving her suspended, I selected a medium length flexible riding crop made of
braided leather. Ten strokes, of medium strength so as not to mark her, seemed
appropriate. I told her to count the ten blows aloud. I decided that I would
concentrate on her inner thighs and her cunt. An especially vulnerable area,
particularly in the way that she was suspended at the moment. I talked to her a
bit first, French kissing her and talking to her about what was to come and
where the blows would land, running my hands over the designated areas as I
spoke. Her cunt was so wet the juice was running over her bare pubic area and
down the crack of her ass. I licked it up. What a treat. Submissive masochist
that she was her excitement in anticipation of the whipping, was growing more
and more as I talked. I gave her the first, she jerked and squealed, but I
heard no number one.

"That will be two extra," I said.

The next blow had landed on the inside of her left thigh, and this time She
called out "two!" We went on. This time the right thigh, then back for numbers
three and four. Her cunt was glistening, and ready for a direct blow. I kissed
her again as she hung upside down. I ran my tongue over her lips and into her
mouth, and ran my hands over her legs where the red welts were rising.

Number five landed directly on center and as I was standing in front of her,
the crop wrapped nicely in the crack of her ass as it bent around her crotch.
"Five," she yelled with a gasp. I went behind her for numbers six and seven
which cracked across her white ass and wrapped around her thigh just above her
cunt.

Time to lick the juice and give her a breather. I started with her ass hole and
worked forward. By the time I reached her clit, she orgasmed in a loud gasping
sob. It seemed to me that our purposes of training and discipline, as well as
mutual pleasure, had been accomplished.

"We'll finish the other three later," I said.

"More, more" she whimpered. " That will be five extra for violating the
submissive rule!"

I lowered her as carefully as I could. She had been suspended for over an hour,
and excited as she had been, I knew she was in pain and that she needed rest.

I carried her to the chaise near the back door, and rubbed and massaged her
legs, ass, back, and arms. When circulation and her normal color had returned I
took hold of the cunt and nipple chains and led her into the house. I had
planned a light snack for the two of us.

It was ready on plates in the refrigerator, and I ordered her to follow me into
the living room as I carried the plates. She was still shackled with her arms
behind her back and with the hobble chain between her ankles. Watching her move
was a turn on in itself. I sat in an arm chair, and ordered her to kneel in
front of me.

Supper was intentionally small pieces of finger food; fruit, cheese, crackers,
etc. As she knelt in front of me, I placed various items of the meal on my cock
and ordered her to lick or suck the item from my dick. She worked at her task
with vigor. I soon had a raging hard-on and before the last item was finished
she had a mouthful of hot white come to wash supper down. She sucked and
swallowed as if it were part of the meal and she had had nothing to drink all
day. I enjoyed the interlude so much I forgot to eat. Just as well, for my six
friends were coming shortly and I would eat with them.

I kissed her on the mouth, tasting my come on her lips. Taking her by the cunt
chain again, I led her up stairs to prepare for the evening. I ordered her to
bathe, shave herself again, and put on makeup. Removing her wrist clips and
hobble chains, I told her that I would be back for her in forty five minutes
exactly, and that she was to be ready on time!

I knew she wouldn't make it. She was still putting on makeup when I returned
exactly forty five minutes later. I think she expected, and hoped for either a
spanking or whipping for being late. I did not want her ass a bright red when
my guests arrived. Later on maybe, but not when they first arrived. I told her
that I would add five more lashes to the seven we had not finished earlier in
the afternoon. She looked a bit disappointed. Her duties for the evening were:
Answer the door dressed as she was (cunt and nipple jewelry, and make up)
nothing more; speak only if spoken to, refer to all the guests as Master or
Mistress, serve cocktails and hor d' oeuvre. These were her domestic duties.
More important, she was to be totally, and immediately available in any and all
her orifices for any request, no matter how bizarre, and from any and all the
guests.

We went down to the living room. I had off both the hobble chain between her
legs, and the clips fastening her arms behind her back. I wasn't worried about
escape. She was filling too many of her own personal fantasies to want to
escape. We sat in the living room waiting for my guests. I sat in an arm chair,
she kneeled at my feet with my cock in her mouth. She gently licked, nibbled,
and sucked while I enjoyed a glass of wine. I had told my friends that I had
purchased a sex slave for the weekend, and that would be with us for the
evening. I had not told them that she would answer the door in the nude, nor
that she was available for their use all evening. What fun to watch their
expression of surprise and excitement as this beautiful totally bald woman with
a bare pussy opened the door. Their next surprise was her pierced nipples and
cunt lips. To say the least, she did set the tone for our evening of pleasure.

My guests were a mixed lot: two women roommates, two divorced men, and two
married couples. All sexual libertines like myself, who fortunately had a
minimum of sexual jealousy, and who loved sex. She took drink orders and
disappeared into the kitchen. They were all full of questions, and several were
shocked, but at the same time excited. When She returned, conversation stopped,
all eyes were on her as she distributed the drinks. A few of the bolder ones
reached out to touch a breast, thigh, or ass as she passed.

When it became obvious that She not only permitted the fondling, but enjoyed
it, everyone became bolder. As her cunt was rubbed and probed, her ass
squeezed, her breasts pinched and cupped in affectionate hands, She paused in
her rounds to make sure the fondlee had plenty of time to fondle. Several asked
questions to be sure She would indeed obey every order. I told them that She
was a true submissive, obedient to my every command, and that I had ordered her
to be available in all her orifices to do what ever my guests wanted. I told
them further, that She was to call them Master or Mistress, and if She failed
to do so they were free to whip her or to give her any other punishment. I
asked them simply not to mark her, for I preferred to have my property in it's
original silky, smooth, blemish free condition.

One of the women was the first to request service. "Here girl, eat me," she
said. "Yes, Mistress," She responded, as She went to her knees in front of the
woman giving the order. She pushed up the woman's skirt, and since the woman
wore no panties, She was able to get right down to the heart of the matter. How
exciting it was to watch. With her head bobbing, her tongue slurping and her
beautiful ass waving in the air, She soon reduced her Mistress to a groaning,
gasping orgasm. The rest of us could watch only so long, because we were soon
in the thick of it. At one point She took on all the men at the same time. Her
ass, cunt, mouth, and hands were all full and in short order She was covered
with, and filled with white hot come.

The party went on till the wee hours of the morning. I lost count of the
comings, the coupling and the combinations. She was in it all, and in spite of
her submissive nature, was often the instigator of some really bizarre
happenings. At one point I saw her sucking the come out of successively two
different women after a man had filled either (or both) their ass or cunt.
Another time She licked another woman's ass then helped her fill it with a
cock. I watched while She cleaned a woman's belly of come, with a spoon and ate
it with gusto. By the time the guests left for home they were bow legged, sore-
assed and worn out, but happy!!

We didn't clean up, either ourselves, or the house. I re-clipped her arms
behind her back and chained her neck collar to a long chain above my king size
bed, and we fell into exhausted sleep.

The weekend continued; She was hung, tied, whipped, spanked, rubbed, sucked,
and fucked to both our hearts content. Saturday evening we went bar hopping. I
put a short cape on her with high heel shoes and Chanel #5, and that was all.
The cape came to mid thigh and if she turned too fast her pussy and ass flashed
into view. I took off the neck collar and let her wear a wig. I thought that a
bare ass flashing under her cape would attract enough attention.

I discovered that She loved to drink come. Our routine was about the same in
each bar. We walked through and found a booth or table near the back, but on
the dance floor. We'd dance a number or two, then sit them out while She
flashed her bare cunt at some unsuspecting guy. When She attracted one or more,
we'd take them out to the car, and she drained their pipes. She must have drunk
a quart of come by the time the evening was over.

Sunday was a quiet, at home day. Almost domestic bliss, that is it your
domesticity includes being chained to your Master's chair while he reads the
Sunday paper.

If you've never read the paper with your cock buried in a lovely warm mouth, or
had your croissants and coffee while a long tongue lapped your ass, you really
should try it some time. Later in the day, after a short period hanging by her
heels and a mild whipping, we went for a ride. She was nude, of course, and
again with my cock in her mouth. The truckers loved it!!

Sunday evening came too soon. I had to have her back at Michael's by six PM, as
per the contract. We reluctantly parted, and as I slowly removed the collar and
cuffs, we kissed with much passion and affection one last time. We both knew
we'd spend another weekend together, and who knows, perhaps the next time
She'll tell me her name!

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