Dominant Orders

I've told you to draw me a warm bath with a lot of bubbles. You obey. You are bound to my orders and must follow my every command and desire.

Standing in the middle of the room, I have you undress me. Slowly, undoing the buttons on my silk dress. They flow from the nape of my neck all the way to my ass. You see, this is a 'special' dress. The front is made of lace and a solid fabric. The neckline and the back, however, is completely lace, and somewhat revealing. These buttons are covered in fabric and become slightly difficult for your fingers to unfasten. This delay only makes me hotter for my plans. As your fingers continue down the middle of my back, the garment slowly eases off my shoulders, half concealing and half revealing my supple bosom. This fabric softly caresses my skin as it begins to lower down off my torso. But it gets only so far, as your hands continue to undress me, I can feel your hardening cock pressing against my ass, and between the cheeks, right through the fabric. Sensing this pleases me, you linger your cock, just under my crack, and tease it slowly moving it around my opening, rubbing so gently.

Your hands have made some progress with these damn buttons. I insisted on dressing this way to prolong the event, as it stimulates me and you see this pleases me. I lower my hips, my ass touches your cock......oh, I'm getting so wet. Finally the final button that allows the garment to fall to my feet is undone. Standing there, in my 'glory', you admire your desires. My nipples are perked and hard, goosebumps on the breast, in its erection.

I command you to disrobe, and I assist. My expert mouth finds its way to your bulging fly, and my teeth grasp on to the zipper, eager to set you free. On my knees in front of you, I look up to your handsome face. Your jeans are hanging from your hips, and I see you have surprised me with no undergarments! I love it when you do that. Our eye contact firmly held, I slip my hands through the open fly, and free your member. Your stance widens, providing adequate balance for my ministrations. My hands assist my mouth in completely freeing your erect penis, and through my awaiting lips. My deep red lipstick smearing all over the growing shaft, outlines my efforts. Your cock tastes so good tonight, and I show you how much.

Flicking the tip of the head with my tongue, I reach up and take hold of your balls, and knead them. You jerk back in delight and then quickly return to your stance. Your hands reach down to assist my head, bracing it, from the forceful entries into my moist, warm, orifice. You can feel my teeth as the pass along the shaft, digging in slightly, almost causing you pain. A glorious pain, you desire. Pumping your hard pole into my mouth, and down to my throat, I begin to sing, and the vibrations can be felt on your ass by my hands as they caress your firm muscles.

OOOOOhhhhh... I say... on your dick as it moves in and down my throat,

almost gagging me. I love it and want it deeper still. Pushing my hands on your ass so your cock is forced further still into my throat, I shudder, hhhhhhhh... under my breath.

Hearing the tub has filled, we pause. I instruct you to carry me into the deep pool. Once deposited in the foam, I order you to bathe me. We own many interesting tools and toys for such labors. You select a large sponge mitt and insert your cock into it. Directing the mitt on your cock, you begin with my breast. I lay down on my back into the water to facilitate your motions. Floating there, with my ears under the water, I can hear Bolero on the stereo, even here under the water. And I smile. My tits are completely erect and the bodies firm under your cleansing motions. I look into your eyes, and faintly detect a smile, though you deny it.

Slowly your mitt eases down my arms to my hands, where I wring out the suds of the mitt onto my belly. Your hard cock then positions itself over my lower pelvis and begins to work, cleaning me thoroughly. Between my legs, your mitt takes extra time to assure your work is effective. As I float by, I finally release you from your labors, removing the mitt from your manhood, and you take me, while I float. Bracing yourself on the sides of the jacuzzi, you turn on the jets, adding foam. The pumping of the water is in time to your pumping me. Your hard cock is deeply within my vault, withdrawing my precious deposits.

Wrapping my legs around your waist to ground my floating body, your penis inserts deeper into my hole. My back arches in delight! oooooohhh, I groan. You bend down, penis in place, and begin to suck on my rosy breasts. The jets swirling the warm water on my naked body turns it into a exhilarating blushing tone. As my thighs squeeze onto your torso, you can feel I am close to climax, and bite my nipple. So hard in fact that I see a small trickle of blood on your chin when you look into my eyes for commands.

As if by my own command, my loins are sufficiently charged, and I make you rest your ass on a bench we have on the side of the tub. Sitting sideways,

with me on your lap, my legs around your waist, I sit up and kiss you longingly on the mouth. My body rising and falling, your head connected to mine, we move as one. On my command, I release you, demand your charge!

And you obey. We lay lingering, floating adrift our own foam within the foam of the tub, for hours...


-the end-

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A Continuous Growth

The time had come. Our week together had ended. Neither of us wanting it to be over. But it would not be long and we would be together again. But the wait would be of great endurance.

Master walked me to my car, kissing me good-bye. I could not help but to tear up a little. I watched, as He walked to His truck, the farther He walked away the more tears came to my eyes. I rested my head on the car window, my hand shaking as I tried so hard to open the door with the key. Tears streaming down my face, almost whimpering, like a child. The harder I tried to get into the car, the more I could not.

Then, I felt His heat, His body touching mine. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me to Him. His lips went to my ear kissing it softly, then my neck.

He whispered in my ear, "It's time little one, it won't be long and we will be together again." His hand moved up my dress, pinching my nipple. The first one hurt a little, the second started to warm me, the third gave me a calmness. The calmness only He could give me. Turning me around, His hand went to my chin, gripping my cheeks together. My lips stuck out, He kissed them softly, and pulled at my bottom lip with His teeth. His hands moved to my cheeks, holding them as His thumb wiped away my tears. Kissing my forehead. He turned me around and patted my ass. His voice now deep and commanding said, "GO NOW".

I got in the car and drove away. The tears had stopped, but that did not stop my heart from longing to be with Him already. The drive home was long and lonely. But it gave time to think, not that I needed to. But I did seam to do much of that lately. When I finally got home I was tired and just wanted a bath. To rest, relax. I ran the bath with some bubbles, lit some candles. I had my things put away in no time, and went to the bath. As I took my cloths off, I noticed some small marks on my body.

A small smile came to my face. I lay in the tub soaking and just relaxing, enjoying the smell of the candles. It was not long and the water started to cool, but I had not done as I was supposed to do with every bath or shower. I stood up, raising one leg to the counter top, keeping the other in the water. My legs spread wide, my hand went to my pussy. Gently touching the outer lips caressing them a little. Moving a finger to the inside of them, I touched my clit. How it hurt, the piercing so fresh and new still. But I knew I must do as I was told. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The marks on my body were worse than I thought. I had bruises everywhere.

My hand did not stop working at my clit, as I looked myself over. I could see the pain in my own face, as I touched myself. But in my heart and in my head, I was pleased. Pleased as I was doing as Master wished. I pushed my clit hard and up, Masters orders, when I played with myself for Him. I know a groan, came from my lips and a pain took me. But it was a sweet pain, that pleasure pain. That I was slowly learning to, live and breathe for. I looked at myself in the mirror. Looked at my own eyes, I seen that pleasure and pain there. I then whispered to myself, something I had seen in a movie once.

"For only I know what I do." I finally understood I would do anything that I could to please Master. My fingers moved around, pressing and playing with my clit. My hips moved, to the pleasure I was giving myself. I watched myself, looking at my eyes when I could open them. Watched how my body had learned to move to the pleasure. The more I rubbed and pressed my clit the less the pain, the more pleasure. My hips moved with my hand, my finger working like crazy to bring myself off. Pinching and twisting my clit, poking at my love hole, hips moving and thrashing a bit, getting myself where I need to go. Ever pinch, causing me to gasp. Every twist, making me wish it was Masters fingers there. It was a matter of seconds, once I got to the place I need to get myself. I could hear His words, in my head.

"Cum, come for your Master. Cum, for me now love. Cum for us. Feel it let it take you. Let it please us both. " I came the way Master would have wanted my body tightens up, my hips moving franticly. Moaning. Growing. My hand all wet, with my juices. Bringing them to my lips kissing them softly, tasting the tip of each one. I went to bed right afterward, for a night of what I hoped would be sweet dreams.

I woke to the phone ringing in the morning. It was Master; He was just letting me know that He made it home safely. I told Him of the night before, and He was pleased. But was running late. He would talk to me later on the computer.

For the next three weeks we did just that. Talked and talked on the phone and the computer. We played a little here and there to. As each day went by, I think I learned something new. I was finding things out about myself that I did not know. I don't know how it came up, but one day I found myself sitting between Masters feet in the room, that we chat in. With my head on His lap, caressing my hair. In private He told me how this pleased Him. Telling me this is where I belonged. I questioned everything. But in the end I knew Master was right. Time told me that I belonged at His feet, as well as His side. That I was every thing that I could be to Him.

We talked of a collar and lead. This scared the hell out of me. But after talking, with Master I knew that I could try it, maybe even do it. As that smile on His face, meant more to me than anything.

We talked of me having a slave side to me. This was something I knew little of and what I did know I did not like. Master had always treated me with love and respect. I did not want to lose my voice not now not ever. I voiced my option, and I was heard. But, Master still believed that it was in me. Time would tell, and as always. I was beginning to believe Master was right again. I talked to many people that were slaves, both real and just cyber. Each had there own options. But I liked Masters best. As, I would always have a voice. His word would rule, but sometimes things could be altered so that I was comfortable with them. I took Masters advice and just let things happen. More and more everyday, I grew into wanting to please Him more. Wanting my head on His lap. Wanting to be at His feet. Wanting Him to stroke my hair. Wanting Him to pull me to His lap, when He wanted me there. I had a new calmness that had taken hold of me. But a hold only Master had the control over.

The week before we were to get together again. Things seamed to change a little. Master was a little firmer with me. His voice, much more hard with me. Yet I knew I was doing everything possible to please Him. I was getting scared that I had done something wrong. Master assured me that I had not. But, He like me had different sides and one was showing right now. I smiled, because I like this side to. It was scary. But there was something about it that lured me to it. Something that made me even crave more, to pleasing Him. The day before I was to leave, Master changed all the plans. Sent me a map, to a cabin. Told me what time to leave, what time I should get there by etc. I did not ask why the change, I did not care I just wanted to be with Him. To feel Him, to touch Him, to have His hands touch me, to feel the gift He gave me. I left the house the next morning at the time Master suggested would be good. Following the directions to the cabin.

I got there a few minutes earlier than planed. Master was not there. I went to the door with my bags. A note was on the door to just go in. As I entered the cabin, I could feel, dampness, a coldness that I had not felt in years. But I went in anyway. On the table was a carnation, a red and white one, and a favorite of mine. A note, lay beside it. I picked it up the note up as smelled the beautiful flower, started reading it carefully.

*Go and shower wait for me. Today we will find out how committed you are to what you think you feel. There is a package on the bed, wear what is in the package and nothing else. We have talked of where my slave should be when I enter. Be there and be ready. I love you, littleone; I know you can do this. *

I read the note over and over again. Thinking about all the talks, over the last few weeks. I went to the bedroom and put my stuff down and away. Looked at the small package on the bed. I went to the bathroom to shower and get ready. My mind was racing, wondering what had I got myself into. Could I please, Master this way. I knew in my heart I could, but could the rest of me. I was in the shower till the hot water was gone. Hoping in away that the time would just pass till Master got there. I went to the package on the bed and opened it. My eyes just about popped out of my head. Inside there four small cuffs of soft leather, all with rings on them and buckles to do them up. There was also a collar for my neck, with a leash. I trembled just touching it. I put the cuffs on making sure they were tight but not to tight. On both my wrists and my ankles, they felt so soft yet so binding. I remembered Masters words; no sub or slave of His would ever put their own collar on.

I walked into the living room and sat in the chair holding the collar and leash in my hand. I was shaking, I really didn't know why or what to expect. I heard the car door slam. I quickly moved to my knees beside the chair, holding the collar and leash in my hand my eyes lowered just a bit.

Master walked in, I did not turn my head to see. I stayed where I was told to wait. He walked over to me, touched my head and sat in His chair. His index finger went under my chin, lifting my head slightly. He kissed my lips, tenderly. His touch made me shiver.

"You listen well little one. I am pleased. Let me see your wrists." His words were soft and clear. I held each wrist to Him. He tugged on each of them. " You did well, little one. Now give me the collar."

My hand trembled as He took it from my hand.

"Now lift your head high." He said, with His voice strong. He buckled the collar to my neck. Attached the lead to it. And tugged on it a little, pulling my head down. A smile came to His face. He kissed my lips again. "Now follow me." He said. Holding the leash up to my mouth. "Yes littleone, open your mouth and carry the leash in it."

I opened my mouth taking the leash in biting it. I started to get up to follow Master.

"NO. Down, you will crawl, from this point forward unless you are told different. Do you understand?" His words loud and very clear.

I moved to all fours, and crawled. My heart sank as I moved behind Him. But I knew in my heart I could do this, I needed to do this. I needed to please Master no matter what it took. We got to a door. He opened it and motioned for me to stay. I did feeling badly, that I had already screwed this up a little. But I knew Master was kind and would not hold this against me. The door to the room opened again. Master motioned me in. There were candles burning everywhere, the smell was wonderful. I crawled to where He directed me. He pulled the leash out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He caressed my cheek with His hand, kissed my forehead.

"Are you ready for this, littleone?" His words soft yet sharp.

"Yes, Master, I am ready for what ever it is you wish." My words were shaky, no sooner had I said them and my arms were hooked up in the air. My legs were pushed and kicked gently apart. Opening them wide, something was put between them to keep them that way. I tired to move my legs, but I could not. My arms were stretched and so were my legs. The leash was unhooked and held to my lips. Not having a clue as to what I was doing. I kissed the leash.

"Now suck it slave make it wet. I want it go and wet so you can feel it, the bite it will give you. A sweet bite I know you crave." Masters words again were strong.

I opened my mouth taking it in, sucking it and licking it as I would the shaft of Master cock. Sucking it and making it as wet as I could. My tongue, licking at it making it wet. Making it the way Master wanted. I was trembling more, knowing that this was going to be used on me. Used for my pleasure. Master pulled it from my lips, and in one swipe smacked my pussy lips with it. Not to hard but hard enough that I winced a little. Master then flicked my nipples making them nice and hard. He then held a nipple clamp to my lips. I kissed it. Then it was attached to my nipple, biting me hard. I winced and shook, as the bite started to warm my breast. Then the next breast was done the same way. I was shaking more. But as my breasts both warmed, Master then attached a chain to them and hooked it to the collar. So if I moved I pulled at my own breasts. Causing my own pain and pleasure. Master started to swat at my ass, none to lightly this time. Bringing tears to my eyes, I could not help it. After a few more swats, He stopped and rubbed the marks on my ass. Kissing each one, tenderly. My ass was so warm, now and a little tender. Master then took the leash, hitting my breasts with it.

"AHHhhhhh.GODDDDDDDDDD." The noise came from my mouth. I tried to hold it back bust could not. More swats to my breasts and to my belly. I bit my lips hard, not wanting Him to know how it hurt. But in second, or minutes it started to warm me.

Master unhooked my wrists, turned me a little and bent me over something. Hooking my ankles to it still spread wide open. My wrists hooked in the front of it, on each side of the legs of the thing. I could lift my head, but it pulled my nipples so much, that it hurt all over again. I tired not to move. I adjusted to this position quickly, as Master rubbed my ass. Then He started spanking it again, each slap harder than the last. Till I cried, the tears were running down my face. My nipples hurt from me pulling on them and my ass hurt. But, yet I didn't want Master to stop. Master did stop and walked to the front of me. He lifted my head.

"Suck this slave, take your mind off the pain." He then stuck His cock into my mouth. His voice was so different.

I sucked His cock with such a great passion. A passion I did not know, nor understand. I sucked Him hard and fast. His cock grew in my mouth in what seamed like seconds. Then He took it away from me. My head dropped. Making me pull the chain to my tits again. Master walked behind me. Taking a candle started to drip hot wax on my ass. It stung as it trickled down my ass cheeks. Then He moved the candle closer, the wax was hotter as it dripped. My ass wiggled and jumped around. As every drop of melting wax, making me squirm. Masters fingers went to my pussy, His fingers poking and playing with my hole and my clit. He pinched it hard.

"You like this, my little slave. Your pussy is so wet, like a river ready to flow." His voice sounded happy.

My wrested were unhooked from the legs of this thing I was bent over. The leash attached to the front of the collar again, and pulled tight between my pussy lips and up threw my ass cheeks. And attached to another ring on the collar. Master then plucked the leash a few times letting it bite into my pussy lips and snap on my back. My hands were pulled behind me and hooked together. I was still bent over. Master pulled the strap aside, letting His cock touch my pussy hole.

"Now, my little slave. Do you want my cock? Do you want to feel it in you? Tell me, beg for it." His voice filled of excitement. As He, slapped my ass again, hard.

" Yes, Master, fuck me. Let me have your cock." My voice, filled with a weakness.

I lifted the top part of my body, pulling at my nipples so hard that I almost screamed. It hurt so bad, my body was shaking uncontrollably. My pussy was burning. My ass was hot and hurting. My nipples were going to be ripped off any minute now. But I wanted Master in me to fill me.

"Master fuck my ass, please. Please, cum in me, fill me, take me." These were words from my mouth. I could not believe my ear own ears. I screamed, "FUCK ME MASTER PLEASE."

Master rambled His cock into my ass no warning no nothing. Taking me deep, sticking His whole cock into me. I screamed bloody murder, as my ass was ripped wide open.

Master, bent over me. Whispering in my ear. "I'm here love. Let it take you. Let it happen. Give yourself to me."

Master gave me a few seconds to adjust as He kissed my back, pressing into me. My ass was fucked with a passion I had never seen in Master before. It hurt like hell, but I heard His words, they were soothing to me. Masters hands started slapping at my ass again. Hitting me over and over again in the same spot. But yet I started to move what little I could to His strokes. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head up. Making a noise like I have never made before a scream, of some kind. The pain in my chest was great. Yet I loved it. My head pulled back and twisted to the side, as His tongue found it's way into my mouth. Masters grip on my hair was tight. I was in pain there was no two ways about it. Yet, this was a pain that I did not want to end. I would not say stop. My body was screaming in a burning pleasure. I was on fire. Master knew I was getting close to cuming. He pulled out of my ass. Swatted my ass again, over and over.

"Don't you dare cum yet." He bellowed at me.

He then rambled Himself back into my ass. Fucking me so hard, and fast. He pulled out of my ass again, shooting His load on me. He grabbed the leash unhooking it quickly and started to smack my ass over and over again.

"CUM, NOW. Cum for your Master." His voice was very commanding.

I gushed, my juices squirting out of me, dripping down my legs. To the floor, it was everywhere. As soon as I started cumming Master stopped hitting my ass. He moved quickly to the front of me, unhooking the chain to my breasts. Pulling me upright, kissing me so hard. As tears and everything still had me. He held me not letting me go till I started to clam. He then undid everything, but the nipple clamps. He walked away leaving me standing beside this thing I was bent over a few minutes ago. Master wiggled His finger to me. With a very shaky body I went to my knees and started to crawl to Him. My tits swaying back and forth as I moved to Him. Once I got to Master, He raised my arms in the air. He flicked at my nipples. I bit my lip as hard as I could. But He did not stop till I gave in to it and yelled. They were removed one at a time, each causing me to yell again. My body went into a spasm and I came again. Master smiled as I did.

"Now, my little slave. All good slaves do clean their Masters." He said this with a chuckle to His voice.

I lowered my head to His cock, and started to clean Him with my mouth. Licking and sucking His cock, with a new found pleasure in me.


-the end-

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Bambi's Night Out

I walked up the front steps, smiling at the plans I had made for the evening. A few phone calls, a couple of pay-offs and everything was set. I opened the door, not knocking or ringing the bell. I walked into the house, admiring the decor once again. The bitch may not be good for much of anything else, but at least she runs a neat, orderly house.

Entering the dining room, I was greeted by a scene out of "Better Homes and Gardens". Bambi and her piece of shit husband were sitting at the table, enjoying an early dinner. Both of them looked up, surprised at my rude intrusion into their home. Bambi's eyes shone with excitement, before dropping respectfully down to stare at her plate. Joe's eyes on the other hand were full of smoldering resentment and anger. The corners of my mouth curled into a sardonic grin. The wimp needs another lesson in who's in charge, I thought to my self. That's fine, it fits in my plans nicely. I walked over to him and without warning my hand shot out, delivering a brutal slap to his face. His eyes blazed with fury, then quickly dropped to his plate as well.

"I am getting tired of your little fucking games, Joe."

I turned my back to him, giving him an opportunity to try and jump me. He did that once, shortly after I picked up the slut from a dyke bar down on the waterfront. After I kicked his ass, breaking several of his fingers while he apologized, I pissed on his face and told him what a pathetic excuse for a man he was.

"If you had any real balls, your fucking slut-wife wouldn't out, looking to get fucked by strangers!"

I enjoyed watch the tears of shame and pain roll down his face as I sat on his chest, slowly pulling his left index finger back 'til it snapped. No, I don't think he would make that mistake again. Years of Karate and Aikido ensured that I could take care of myself, especially against someone as weak as him.

Walking back over to her, I asked "No comments on how I dressed for you, slut?"

She looked up, taking in my leather biker jacket, black T-shirt, faded jeans, leather gloves, and biker boots. My brown hair was tucked under an old baseball cap and mirrored sunglasses hid my eyes. I reached down to stroke my rubber "cock", bulging under my jeans. The whore's eyes zeroed in on the motion and the tip of her tongue flicked over her spread lips.

"You look very beautiful, Mistress" she said in a lust-filled voice.

I decided to put Joe in his place a little more before I took my pet out for the evening. I reached down and picked up a handful of salad from her plate.

"You don't mind if I have some, do you Bambi?"

"No Mistress, please help yourself" she replied.

"Open your mouth, Cunt."

I crammed the lettuce into her mouth, stuffing it in, and reaching for more. I filled her greedy little mouth until her cheeks were bulging like a squirrel's.

"Chew this but don't you dare swallow!"

While Bambi chewed her food, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my switchblade knife. Flicking it open in front of her eyes, I delighted in her involuntary flinch as the gleaming blade snapped into place. I used it to stroke her stuffed cheeks while she chewed.

"Now chew your cud like a good little cow, Bambi, while I inspect your "udders".

I laughed, slipping the razor between her tits and cutting away the fabric of her expensive silk blouse. She looked up at me with her doe-like eyes full of fear as I lightly traced her hardening nipples through the bra she was wearing with the tip of my knife. Slipping the blade between her large tits, I jerked the blade upward, cutting the nylon between the cups, freeing her heavy breasts. Immediately her 38d udders sprang forth, the two halves of the ruined bra falling away. I pinched her coral nipple roughly between finger and thumb. I watched her arch her back, offering me her breasts to abuse.

"What, no milk, Bambi?" I laughed as I pinched harder. "Perhaps we should put you on hormones so these fat teats of yours fill with milk? Would you like to be a milk cow for me?"

"Yes Mistress" she tried to reply past a mouthful of lettuce.

"What do you think Joe, should I turn your wife into a dairy cow, so that I can charge my friends, hell, charge anyone who'll pay to suck on her tits?"

Joe's only answer was to turn red. I could see him tense as I described letting my friends, total strangers, his neighbors come over to nurse from his spouse.

"Of course hormones are expensive. I guess we could do it the old fashioned way, just knock her up. What do you think?"

Joe sat up a little at this and I knew what he was hoping, that I would let him have sex with his wife for the first time in eight months.

"But since you are such a pathetic excuse for a man, I could never trust you to do it. I'll have to get a real man to do the job. Don't worry, I'll make sure to give you all the details."

Joe slumped down, his hopes defeated.

"Done chewing, Bessy?"

I tilted her head back so that she was looking up at me.

"Open your mouth Bitch" I commanded, looking to see that Joe was watching me.

I bent down, covering her mouth with mine, sucking the chewed lettuce from her mouth as my greedy tongue violated her mouth. Just to keep her attention, I pinched and cruelly twisted her nipples, making her moan with pain while I completed this obscene meal. Finally, when she was panting for breath, I pulled away and swallowed.

"Not bad, but from now on you only use Ranch dressing, its my favorite."

"Yes Mistress" she replied, blushing as I took control of yet another bit of her life.

I knew this is what she needed, a strong hand to rule her life. Her waste of a husband could never give her what she needed and desired. So she went out looking and fell into my clutches. I loved to taunt her husband with the knowledge that it was his own inferiority that lead her to me, that he was responsible for all the suffering I was bringing them.

"Stand up and strip. Take that silly dress off. I want to see you."

Standing, I watched my plaything remove her dress standing naked before me. Not bad, fine figure, shaved pussy, heavy breasts tipped with hard nipples. A few fading bruises covered her tits and ass, mute reminders of my last visit. Oh yes, it had been too long, time to add a few new marking to my slut. I reached down, running my gloved hand over her smooth, shaved mons.

"A little rough, isn't it?" I asked with a frown.

I waited for her response, enjoying the looks of confusion and desperation running across her face. I knew she was still smooth and I enjoyed baiting her to see her reaction.

*SLAP, SLAP* My gloved hands left flaming imprints on each side of her face!

"YOU STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!! I GIVE YOU ONE TASK AND YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT RIGHT!!" I yelled in her face, watching the tears spring up in her eyes. I grabbed her and twisted her around, bending her over slightly. "Count bitch!" I said, raising my hand.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.

"Thank you Mistress" she said, tears streaming down her face and fidgeting with the waves of burning pain my spanking had produced in her luscious ass. Both cheeks were blushing a burning crimson, the individual handprints running together in a scarlet mosaic of suffering.

"Sit on the table and spread your legs, slut" I commanded, slapping her inner thighs when I wasn't satisfied with her speed.

Finally, she was perched on the edge of the table, her legs wide, pulling her swelling pussy lips apart. I reached down and scooped some butter off the butter dish with the fingers of my right hand and smeared it on her mound.

"Get over here Joe, I want your face next to her cunt."

I positioned Joe so that his face was mere inches from his wife's shiny, greasy pussy. I could see the beads of sweat spring out on his face, as he was closer to his wife's feminine charms than he had been in months. I was sure his pathetic dick was hard at this moment, struggling to break free of his pants.

"Stick out your tongue, Joe, I'll need a towel." I watched him extend his tongue. "Better hold still, cunt, I sharpened this knife just today," I said as I began to shave the soft butter from her mound.

I could feel my own cunt get wet as I watched her squirm, terrified of the knife and what kind of damage it could do in such a tender sensitive area. Whenever the knife blade was covered with butter and sweat, I would wipe it across the surface of Joe's extended tongue, turning just so that he could feel the razor's edge skim over his tongue. Looking down, I could see real fear in his eyes now.

"Perfect, I think he's just about ready."

Putting the knife away, I squatted down and grabbed a handful of his black hair in my fist.

"Look at that greasy pussy, Joe. I can't take it out looking like that. People will think I don't know how to keep my bitch clean. Look at her pussy Joe, don't you want to help me clean it?"

I watched as Joe swallowed several times, his mouth watering with the thought of tasting his wife's cunt once again. He nodded his head, blushing in shame.

"Not good enough, Joe. I can't hear you."

"Yes Robyn, I want to help you clean your bitch. Please let me lick your property's pussy!" he begged.

I could see tears of shame in his eyes from the admission he had just made and what it had cost him.

"Ok Joe, I'm not a cruel person" I said with a smirk on my face. "You can lick her but only where I spread the butter. If you touch her clit or her lips, then all bets are off, understand?"

Joe shook his head so hard I wondered if he would get whiplash.

"Ok, begin and don't miss anything."

I moved back beside Bambi, my gloved finger twirling her golden hair and stroking the tip of her left ear. With my other hand, I pinched and pulled her nipples, occasionally slapping the sensitive underside of her tits. While doing this and watching Joe, I murmured into her ear just loud enough for him to hear.

"Does he make you feel good, bitch? Perhaps you don't need me anymore? Shall I go and leave you two alone?"

"No Mistress, please don't leave me. I want you to stay. He isn't as good as you are Mistress!"

I watched the words have the desired effect, tears now rolling down his cheeks as his own wife once again confirmed his own worthlessness. I continued to manipulate Bambi's tits, licking the curve of her neck with my tongue, watching her shiver and squirm with delight at my caresses.

There!! She moved just enough so Joe's tongue dragged across her labia!

*KICK* My boot lashes out, catching him in the ribs.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?"

*KICK* Another blow, this one to the gut, making him curl up in agony.

"YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!"

*KICK* This one right in the kidneys. Let him piss blood for a few days, then he'll be more careful next time.

*KICK* *KICK* *KICK* OVER AND OVER. Finally he lies moaning, vomit pooling by his mouth where his pain has made him sick. Ragged breaths escape his lips as I pull up his limp, unresisting head.

"Ok cocksucker, your mistake, but she's the one who's going to pay for it. Every time she screams, it's because of you, every tear, every bruise, every welt, every drop of blood, all on your head!"

I dropped his head back into the pool of puke. I turned to Bambi, watching her shrink back from me, obviously terrified by my rage.

"Pick up that bag and get dressed cunt, and hurry, I'm not in the mood to wait any longer!" I ordered, pointing to the bag I had brought in with me.

Scrambling off the table she quickly put on her attire for the evening. First a set of black fishnet stockings, rolled up to the top of her thighs. Next a short red skirt, barely reaching far enough to cover her ass and pussy. Next, a thin, short cotton blouse, two sizes too small to where she had to inhale just to be able to button it across her tits. I had cut off the top three buttons, the total effect being to push her breasts up to spill out of the blouse, the tops of her nipples visible. The thin cotton was stretched so tight that the rest of her nipples were clearly visible through the near-transparent material. The blouse was short enough so that her midriff was bare.

"Go put on your make-up, you know how I want it!"

I watched her plump bottom jiggle from below the hem of the skirt as she scampered off to get ready. I walked over to where Joe was lying, still retching as the pain and nausea raced through his body.

"I don't know what your plans for the evening were, but cancel them. I want you here and I want you naked when we return."

With that I spit in his face as he lay there moaning. I turned around to see Bambi return. Several coats of mascara and eyeliner accented her eyes. A dark blush and thick, bright red lipstick completed the look. She had put on my favorite shoes, red stiletto heels, open-toed with 5-inch heels. The ridiculous heels affected her gait, making her tits stick out even further as they lifted her ass. The overall look was to make her appear like the cheap whore she was.

"Come on bitch, you have a long night ahead of you" I said as I pushed her out the door to my waiting motorcycle.

Part 2

I pushed Bambi out the front door. I enjoyed watching her tense up, knowing that our little scene could be seen by the entire neighborhood. Stepping outside, I walked behind her as we approached my Harley. As she stopped beside it, I hugged her from behind, pulling her close to me. My hands roamed over her tits, squeezing them, making them bulge even further out of the too-small blouse I had dressed her in. As a low sigh escaped from her parted lips, I reached down to lift her skirt and rub her bald mound. I could feel her rock her hips as my leather-covered fingers played with her slit, the tips wetted by the free flowing juices there.

"Think what your neighbors must think, slut. Seeing you act like a bitch in heat. A painted whore, fucking my hand?"

I could hear her gasp as waves of pleasure and shame rushed through her. Removing my fingers, smiling at her moans of disappointment, I walked to the saddlebags and removed her toys. I placed the 8-inch dildo on the seat, holding it in place with my hand.

"Mount up, Bambi, I have plans for you."

I watched as she stepped over the seat, the miniskirt rising to show her puffy pussy lips spread. Bambi positioned her cunt over the dildo, slowly sitting down, impaling herself on it. Removing my hand, I swung my leg over the seat and started the bike. Revving the engine, knowing the vibrations would be amplified by the dildo in her pussy, I took her hands and wrapped them around my waist. I placed her hands on my crotch, letting her feel my strap-on bulging beneath my jeans.

"Hold on tight, we're in a hurry."

I slipped the bike into gear and roared out of the driveway, loud enough to ensure anyone outside would turn and look at us.

I headed for the waterfront, where my surprise for my little puppy was waiting. I was sure to hit a few potholes and bumps along the way, knowing that the jarring motion would drive the dildo deeper into her hot pussy. Listening to her squeal with every bump, I smiled to myself. Enjoy it, puppy, you will earn your pleasure tonight, I thought to myself. I pulled into the parking lot of one of the roughest dyke bars in town. I climbed off the bike, watching as Bambi squirmed on the rubber prong.

"Having fun, dearest?"

"M-Mistress?" she stuttered.

Her face was covered in a sheen of sweat, her cheeks flushed. I reached down and roughly pulled the dildo out with a wet slurping sound.

"Clean it!" I ordered, holding the glistening dick up to her mouth.

I watched her part her painted lips, the tip of her tongue running over them. I held the dripping cock up to her lips and slowly pushed it in. As it slowly slipped past her lips, I watched her throat swell as the thick rubber cock lodged in her gullet. I pushed harder, sliding the last few inches home, feeling her gag as it cut off her air. I waited as she struggled to remain still, her face slowly changing colors, red to blue. Finally I relented, slowly pulling it out, allowing her to breathe again.

"T-thank you Mistress" she said, her voice husky and rough.

I pointed to the door of the bar, an impatient look on my face. She quickly moved towards the door, hurried along by the sharp slap my hand delivered to her left asscheek. As I watched her try to walk on her 5-inch heels, I looked at the other bikes in the parking lot. It looked like everyone got my message and had decided to show up for the little party I had planned. Bambi waited at the entrance, unsure of what to do next.

"Go on in, bitch, you really don't want to keep my friends waiting."

I pushed open the door, allowing a cloud of stale smoke escape into the night air. Bambi slowly stepped inside, hesitant and unsure of what to expect. The inside of the bar was poorly lit; the smoke from cigarettes made from tobacco, cloves, or other more powerful substances swirled in an ever changing cloud that the ventilation system could only keep mixed, not get rid of. Static-filled music from some unidentifiable girl group was being pumped out of the old sound system. I had asked Diana, the bar's owner why she didn't fix the old system, or even buy a newer one. She had laughed and asked if I really though anyone came there to dance or to listen to music? I never brought it up again. No sense in trying to argue her point, she was right. This was the type of bar where a select portion of the city's women met. Women who rode Harleys, drove trucks and wore leather, denim, or flannel. In short, women who liked sex raw, aggressive and dangerous. Dykes, leather clad and rough. The bar didn't offer mixed drinks, only beer or shots. No one ordered them anyway, except for the occasional stray tourist or lonely fem looking for a little danger. The former usually found derision and scorn. The later found what they had been hoping for, plus a little more. More than one lonely housewife or lipstick lesbian had walked through the mahogany doors, only to leave a changed woman. Some returned, others left, trying to hold together the pieces of their shattered self-images.

I had met Bambi in a similar fashion, in a different bar. I could see past the cool exterior, past the veneer of refinement and upbringing. I knew right away her need for a firm hand capable of doling out much needed punishment had brought her out of the suburbs, away from her friends and husband. Looking for a night of passion, oh no, it's not that easy I had thought to myself then. Looking at her now, dressed like some two-dollar whore, painted face, shaved pussy, and stiletto heels, I smiled. Yes, she had come far.

Tonight was just another step down the road I had laid out for her. I pushed her inside, watching her struggle to keep her balance. Inside, over twenty dykes watched with keen interest as Bambi made her less than graceful entrance. I had put out the word that I had a new piece of pussy that needed some "advanced" training. I knew I could count on a good showing, and I wasn't disappointed. Bambi looked around the bar, her face showing her fear and revulsion as she took in the sights, sounds, and smells of the bar.

"What's a matter, bitch? Are you too good for my friends, they just want to say hello?"

I asked this loud enough for all to hear, smiling at the angry murmur my words produced in our audience.

*SLAP*

"Say hello to my friends, cunt. Don't be rude!"

My gloved hand left a bright red mark on her face.

"Mistress, please don't..." She wisely stopped when she saw the rage on my face.

"H-hello everyone?" she asked in a small, frightened voice.

Raven, a tall leather-clad dyke with shimmering black tresses walked up to Bambi. Without warning, she reached out and grabbed Bambi's fear-hardened nipples and twisted savagely.

"So you think you are too good for us whore?"

She continued to twist, making Bambi scream in pain. Bambi began to raise her hands, doubtlessly to offer some sort of resistance. Before she could complete her action, two more dykes grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back. Raven continued her assault on Bambi's teats, reversing the twisting motion, making Bambi scream anew.

"Drinks are on the house!" Diana announced, bringing a cheer from the crowd.

As drink orders were being shouted, Raven's wife, Tenney walked up behind Bambi and stuck her hand up her skirt. Bambi squealed as three of Tenney's fingers forced their way into her snatch.

"The whore is all wet, Raven. She must like you." "Is that true, Bambi? Do you like what Raven is doing for you?" Tenney asked.

Before Bambi could answer, Raven bent down and pulled on Bambi's top. The top button flew off, leaving her breasts completely exposed as they popped free of the confining blouse. Raven took a hard nipple between her teeth and bit down hard, causing Bambi to utter a fresh scream. Pulling back, stretching the nipple far away from her chest, Raven reached under Bambi's dress, grabbed her clit, and pinched hard! Bambi gasped, arching her back, pulling her nipple from between Raven's teeth. The scream that followed this caused everyone to fall silent, heads turning to watch Bambi to sink to her knees, sobbing as tears rolled down her cheeks. Applause from the appreciative crowd filled the bar, drowning out Bambi's sounds of agony. As I ordered my beer, I could see another woman pressing Bambi's face into the floor with her butt while another lifted her skirt up and over her ass, exposing the white cheeks for all to see. As I turned away, I could hear the sound of a leather strap striking flesh. As I took a drink, the crowd began to chant, counting the blows that were raining down on Bambi's upturned ass. As I finished the beer, I could tell the arm of Bambi's punisher was growing tired. As she began to falter, I could hear Bambi's voice, pleading and begging for mercy. As I moved to the front of the crowd, I was greeted by the sight of Bambi's butt, scarlet stripes crisscrossing both cheeks. Bambi was babbling, begging for her release.

A powerfully built African woman pulled Bambi up, bending her backwards, and exposing her wobbling tits to the crowd. Her partner, a petite Asian with a permanent look of cruel disdain on her face walked in front of Bambi, a short leather bullwhip trailing from her hand. I leaned back, watching Minko practice her art. Lash after lash crossed her breasts, each landing next to the last, yet not once overlapping. Bambi's voice grew hoarse from her continued shrieking. Greta, the African restraining Bambi, held her immobile for her partner. Finally Minko finished, wets of purple-red agony ran up and down Bambi's front. From the look in her eyes, I knew she had been broken. She no longer tried to struggle, her voice too raw to scream anymore. Only the tears rolling endlessly down her cheeks gave silent testimony to her mental and emotional state. I watched as she was pushed once again to the ground, A strap-on wielding dyke at her rear, ready to ride my little slut. Another had removed her leather pants, and was pressing Bambi's face between her moist thighs. I smiled as the strap-on owner lubricated her "cock" with Ben-Gay cream, ensuring that the whore would feel her drilling all the more. A line of partially and fully naked women began to line up at each end of Bambi. Each one would demand some sort of satisfaction.

After an hour or so, I checked up on my little pet. She was lying in a heap, her hair disheveled. Her make-up was smeared all over her whore's face. Drying pussy juice was plastered all over her face, sticky and tacky, it was holding the pubic hairs of at least 15 women onto her chin and cheeks. Her tongue was sticking out, red and swollen from prolonged and repeated oral service. Her other end hadn't been neglected either. Her anus was stretched and inflamed, the result of numerous dildos pummeling it, each dipped in Ben-Gay, to further inflame her sensitive tissues. Her cunt was puffy, the lips purple and distended. How many fists had found a home there tonight, I wondered? Ten or twelve at least. As I watched, several women picked her up and tied her spread-eagle between two posts. A tube of lipstick was used to draw a bulls-eye on each cheek of her ass. Several women had decided that a friendly game of darts was in order. As the game began, someone took an empty beer bottle and shoved it up her cunt. A lit cigarette was used to warm her nipples as bets were taken as to how long she could hold it in place. The games continued. At one point a pair of alligator clips were placed on her swollen, bruised, burnt nipples. They were tied off to a heavy stone ashtray. Bambi was made to crawl the length of the bar several times, the heavy weight pulling and tugging at her now-bleeding nipples. To give her some motivation, everyone lined up in a double line, using belts, straps, and paddles on her purple, bruised ass.

After this, everyone had had several beers and bladders were full. I sensed she was at the end of her physical limits. As a finale she served as a toilet for everyone, making sure to thank each woman for her piss. Several women delighted in moving, ensuring her now filthy torn blouse was stained yellow as well. Her blond hair was now soaked and matted. Dirt and cigarette ashes and filth dulled it and made it hang in limp, dingy masses against her face. I realized she was in no condition to ride on my motorcycle. I asked if anyone with a truck would like to give me a hand taking her home. A friend of mine, Blair, quickly agreed and with the help of three others Bambi was tied to the roll bar of her truck. On the ride home, I was treated with the sight of three women fisting her ass and cunt on the open road, giving all the other drivers a free show.

When we reached her house, she was untied and unceremoniously dumped on her front lawn. I helped to drag her to the front door, kicking it in and pulling her inside. Joe was waiting just as I had instructed him to. He was sitting on the couch, naked and waiting. Livid bruises covered his chest, arms, back, and legs. I could see the pain movement caused him, as he stiffly rose to his feet. Nothing like a good beating to get his attention I thought. I took out my knife, snapping blade into place. His eyes went wide at the pitiful sight his wife made, weakly crawling into the living room.

"See what you caused Joe? Are you ready to stop fighting me Joe?"

I gave him a play by play run down of the night's activities. By the time I was done, tears were streaking down his cheeks. I held the knife up for him to see.

"Don't make this harder or messier than this has to be. Time for you to learn your place in our relationship once and for all."

"Get over here bitch" I ordered.

Bambi shuffled over, as retched and miserable looking as anyone I had ever seen. I had her crawl in front of Joe, looking up at him. I ordered her to start lightly sucking his cock. His cock immediately rose to its full length. I pushed Bambi back, his cock popping from her mouth, dripping precum at this slight stimulation from his wife. I reached down and unzipped my jeans. I pulled my rubber cock out for the first time tonight, smiling at the look of lust that sprang up in Bambi's eyes.

"Ok Bambi, you decide which cock you want, my fake one or your husband's real one. He has been waiting for several months now for the chance to fuck you again. Which will it be?"

I watched smiling, as Joe pleaded with his eyes, desperate for the chance to be with his wife again.

"I want you Mistress, I don't want his cock, only yours." she croaked, her vocal chords strained from screaming.

I looked at Joe, seeing the effect of these words on him. He looked so crushed by them, so utterly defeated, I had to laugh.

Chuckling, I told him "Sorry Joe, you heard what she said, I left it up to her, can't be more fair than that. Besides, I haven't fucked anything all night. I have needs too, you know."

I followed his eyes as I stroked my cock, watching them follow the motion of my hand as it traveled up and down the 10 inch length of my fat dildo.

"You could fuck me" I heard him say in a weak voice. I saw his face flush with embarrassment.

"What a good idea. I could fuck you, then Bambi would be free to help you cum" I said.

Joe nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh sorry Joe, I only fuck my slaves, not their husbands. Too bad!"

I watched as he impact of my words registered on him. He knew what I wanted, what it would cost him. I left the choice up to him, because that would make his surrender more complete.

"I would like to be your slave, Robyn."

"Are you sure, you know what I will take from you?" I asked pointing to the ground with the knife.

"Yes Ma'am," he replied, sinking to all fours without being told.

He raised his ass, offering it to me.

"Suck him cunt, but don't swallow." I ordered.

Bambi rolled onto her back and began to suck his penis. I positioned the fat head of my cock up against his quivering anus. Without stopping, I drove the unlubricated shaft in his ass, splitting it open like a ripe cherry. I smiled as Joe screamed with pain as the blood began to flow inside of him. I began to pump in and out of his bleeding ass.

"Fucking your slave pussy, Joe. This is my pussy now, and don't you ever fucking forget it, slut." I hissed, punctuating every word with another savage thrust into his ruptured ass.

I picked up the pace as I heard him moan, as his orgasm overtook him.

"Yes slave, get used to it, this is how you will cum from now on, with my cock up your whore pussy."

Joe bucked as his cock exploded into his wife's hot, eager mouth. Finally, his spasms subsided and I pulled out of him. As my bloodstained cock withdrew, bright red blood ran out of his gaping slave cunt. I watched it run down his crack to drip off his scrotum onto my slut's forehead as she sucked the last few drops of cum out of his twitching cock.

"Feed him his cum, slut." I shoved my cock into my pants and zipped them up.

I watched them kiss, Joe swallowing as Bambi fed him his worthless sperm.

As I walked to the door, I shouted out "Tell him about tonight, slut, Leave out nothing. Next week it's your turn Joe!"

Two weak voices answered as I was closing the door, "Yes Mistress!"

I smiled, thinking of what the future would hold.


-the end-

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Midnight Caller

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Captured

I wake up in a room. It is very dark, yet I can hear the crackle of fire on either side of me. A fireplace or sconces on the wall, perhaps. I must be blindfolded, that is why it is so dark. I shake my head. Try to dislodge the blindfold. It is too firmly tied, allowing no light in at all. I have just my ears and nose for senses. My arms are tied behind my back. Encased in some sort of glove so that I cannot feel my fingers touching each other. My elbows are bent so that my palms are cupping the opposing elbow, forcing my shoulders into a straight posture, and my breasts to protrude out in front of my body. I am resting on my bottom in some sort of hard chair. My legs are tied as well... bent at the knee with a rope around my thigh and calf to keep them tightly bound. The rope on either side of my knee is then pulled outward and anchored so that my thighs are spread very wide apart. I am tilted back at an angle so that most of my weight is being supported by my ass, although my pussy is exposed to the air. I can feel the cool air there. As I become more aware of my surroundings, I realize that, except for the gloves on my arms, I am entirely naked, exposed, vulnerable. I have an object in my mouth... round, slippery, lodged behind my teeth so that I cannot push it out nor close my mouth. It is also tied behind my head securely. I hear the squeak of the door opening... and closing. Footsteps from across the room... the sound of clothing being removed. Buttons, zippers, shoes clunking to the floor. Then silence. I hear someone clear their throat, cough a bit, and know that He is male. After a brief pause, I become aware of the smell of cologne somewhere close to me... in front of me. Is he standing there? Watching me? Looking at my body? I begin to squirm as much as I can in my bindings, try to mumble my protest, begin to fight the ropes. "Be still, or face the consequences," said in a deep, firm voice. I stop moving immediately, turn my head toward the source... somewhere to the right of me.

"If you continue to resist, what I do to you and for how long I do it will be worse than you can imagine." I can feel my chest rise and fall with fear. My stomach muscles clench involuntarily, wondering what it is he means by "worse". What could be worse than being bound in a strange place, blindfolded, and naked in front of a stranger? Then my mind did imagine what it could be, and I began to tremble. One small sob escaped my gag, and tears began to fall past the blindfold and run down my cheeks. I quieted them... began to talk myself down from the edge of panic, still breathing heavily, heart pounding. I didn't want him to know how afraid I was. I hear him say, "I've watched you. From afar, I've seen you come home late at night, turn your lights on after entering your house, and if you forget to close your blinds, witness you disrobe in your bedroom. You have a beautiful body. You are a beautiful woman, yet you have no man in your life. I know what you need, my Pet. I will give to you what you need, even if you are not aware of the need yourself. And you will be begging me for release before this night is done." I hear movement in the room... some mechanical noises, and then suddenly the sound of a motor, followed quickly by the feel of cool air washing over me. A fan. You've turn on a fan, and directed the air to flow over me. I feel my nipples grow hard. Despite the fear, I feel a tightening in my groin... my pussy lips spasm suddenly, and a fluttery feeling lies in my tummy. This causes me to quiet down and stop moving. As if He knew it would. I feel a finger, warm, mildly calloused, flick my right nipple. My breathing increases, and I draw in a breath, as my left nipple is then flicked. I try to draw back, but the device I am bound to prevents me from doing that.

I hear, "Do not be afraid. I will not hurt you... too much".

I feel my nipples, both of them, being squeezed at the same time... pinched lightly, and then harder as they are pulled gently up. He releases them at the same time. Causing my breasts to jiggle, and my nipples to again become pellets. It wasn't painful, not much anyway. I hear him snicker... as if he knows that what he is doing would cause my nipples to respond even more to his touch. Those feelings, those spasms, in my pussy begin to become more frequent. I can't seem to help it. I feel his fingers trailing down my flat tummy, encircle my belly button, and travel downward more... then stop... and then nothing. I wonder if he is done. Mildly disappointed (and shocked at my own thoughts) that this might be the end. But then I feel his hand warmly cup my pussy, press a bit there. And then one of his fingers bends upward, barely entering my pussy. I hear another snicker.

"You're wet, my dear. That is good. I'll bet you're surprised that I know your body so well." His hand is gone, but I hear him nearby... standing in front me still... our faces seem nearly on the same level, so this device must be high off the floor since my legs are bound up. I feel his fingers grasp my right labia, and then something pinching there. Then another pinch... and another. It feels like clamps or clothespins. He does this to the left labia. Three clamps on either side. I hear him say, "tsk tsk... we'll work up to four and five, but three will do for now".

After all of the clamps are on, I feel a tugging. All three clamps on the right labia are being pulled outward. He must have chains or twine on the ends of them. I can feel him tie them to the right thigh. He then proceeds to the left labia. He pulls and ties them to the left thigh. My pussy lips are now pulled wide open, leaving nothing to the imagination of my Captor. He sees me splayed open before Him. I hear Him say, "Very nice, my pet." I hear more noises. Metal chains clanking. And then feel my right nipple being clamped tightly. I whimper a bit. It stings so much. I know what's coming and grimace as he does the same with the left nipple, my breath hissing through my nose.

"You'll get used to it, my pet... and even worse as time goes by."

He is right, in a way. My nipples begin to feel numb... the pain isn't as biting as it was at first. I am just beginning to feel that this won't be so bad, when I feel a pulling on the clamps of both nipples. They are being pulled downward. Something heavy swings onto my chest periodically, and I understand that a weight has been added to a chain that connects the clamps. Now the sting is back... and again my breath is drawn in through my nose and I wimper and try to say "please, no more." I hear him snicker again. I hear a switch flick, and my chair begins to tilt forward. I am tightly bound to it, so my body stays put. After my head and chest are tilted slightly forward, the chair begins to lower toward the ground... and then stop. I can smell his cologne close by again.

"I'm going to remove your gag... If you say one word, I will add weight to your nipple chain and I will pull those pussy clamps tighter... It is up to you." I feel hands behind my head. The buckle is loosened, and the gag is removed from my mouth. My jaw aches from the forced position, so I begin to move it about to stretch out the muscles. My impulse is to begin screaming, but I refrain, remembering what he said about increasing my pain.

"Now, my Pet. You will address me as Master, and speak only when I ask a question or tell you it is okay for you to do so. I am going to place my cock very close to your face. I want you to begin to kiss it. To lick it and make me ready for you. Is that understood?"

I cannot speak. I've never been in this situation before... "Ahhhhhhhggghhh"

I feel a weight being added to my nipple chain, causing them to sting all over again.

"Is that understood, Slave," you say?

"Yes, yes, Mmmaster... it is understood."

"Very well then. Begin."

I feel a warmth directly in front of me. Your body is blocking the cool air from the fan directly in front of me. I can still feel it on my legs, breasts, and exposed pussy. I smell your musky scent, and move my face foward to feel where you are. My nose is tickled by your pubic hair and my lips can feel the beginning of your shaft. You are semi hard. I follow the shaft to the tip using my tongue. I apply my lips to the tip of your cock and kiss you there. Using slight suction and my tongue to swirl around, around, and just behind the tip, where I know most men are more sensitive. I feel you push yourself toward me and I know this must mean that you want me to take you further inside of my mouth. So I swirl my tongue around the base of your cockhead, just past the lip of it, and moisten that part of you... withdraw a bit... and then further. Swirl my tongue again... another half inch... out again, and then again. Deeper each time, making your cock and shaft wetter so that it slides into my mouth easier, so that my lips slide as they tighten on the withdraw. Your cock is beginning to touch the back of my throat, yet I cannot feel the end of the shaft hit my nose. I begin to worry about gagging. I've never liked men to go much further than where you are at right now. I can feel your hands on the back of my head, guiding your cock back and forth into my mouth, using your own rhythm.

"Relax your throat, slave," I hear you say. "If you vomit, you'll clean it up when we're done."

My eyes water a bit. Feeling the head of your cock push further to the back of my throat. You are rock hard now. And I do not know when the end of your shaft will meet my lips. I force myself to relax my throat and not breathe through my mouth, and I feel you--the tip of your cock--slips down my throat, and I want to gag but fight it. Your rhythm is faster. I can hear you breathe heavily and groan occasionally. I hear you say, "That's it, pet... relax your throat. Do not gag. That's it, baby... oh yes... Mmmmmmm."

I hold my breath on each plunge down my throat, and breathe through my nose upon your withdrawal. Your thrusts are becoming longer, slower, deeper. I sense you are nearing your orgasm. You suddenly stop thrusting, and leave your cock buried in my throat. I can feel, with my tongue, your cum travel up your shaft in pulse after pulse. You are holding my head in your hands, fully imbedded in my mouth, and you begin to groan in your own agony of feeling. I concentrate on holding my breath. I can feel my face begin to turn red. I am ready to burst and try to pull backward, pull you away and out of my throat, but you hold firm and I begin to fade.

Abruptly, you pull away, and out of my mouth. Your semi hard cock slips past my lips, leaving a trail of white cum. A thin stream connects you to my lips and dangles there a bit, then snaps apart.

"Very good, pet... you've passed the first test".

I sputter and try to catch my breath, taking in great gulps of air, clearing my mouth of the taste of you. I hear you laugh. Obviously pleased with the effect you've had on me. The chair begins to move again... first upward, then forward more, so that my back is perpendicular to the floor, and my ass is higher than my back and head. I feel your hands on my bare ass, your thumb presses in at my sphincter, causing it to spasm. I gasp.

"Do not say a word, slave. The gag will be put back in if you do. Do you want the gag, slave?" I shake my head, "No, Master."

"Very well," you say. I feel something cool and wet applied to my ass. Your finger penetrates me there, briefly. More lubricant is added and your finger probes me even deeper. You do this for a time. I expect your finger, after the last time, when I feel something else. Something bigger and smoother begins to enter me. I hold my breath. It begins to hurt a little... you stop... withdraw it... add more lube, and apply it again and begin to push inward. This time, you do not stop. I feel my ass being stretched wider and wider. Slowly wider. I know that I will scream if this continues, and open my mouth to do so, when I feel my ass suddenly shrink around the object. Although it remains inside of me, it is not so terribly stretched. This is what must be a butt plug, I think.

"There, now," I hear you say. "That should do for a while. Get used to it, Pet. You'll wear it quite a lot for me."

The chair begins to move, tilting back to the original position. And then tilting some more. I am now sitting as before, except I am in a more reclined position, lying on my back, but tilted slightly at an angle. My legs are wide open because of the ropes, and my labia are pulled tight by the clamps. The weights on my nipples do not effect me in this position, and I was grateful for that. However, just as I had that thought, I felt the chain being lifted, and heard a snap. You have connected the chain to something above me. It is pulling gently on my nipples, causing them to pull on my breasts. While this is still unpleasant, it doesn't hurt as much as the weights did. I mild comfort to me.

I feel you insert a finger inside of me. Then two.

"Your mind may not think you love this, my Pet, but your body is betraying you. Your pussy is soaking wet, my dear. I am pleased."

Your fingers continue to move inside of me, turning this way, that way, wiggling, causing me to involuntarily move my hips as much as the ropes and bindings allow. I hear your snicker again, and I try to control my movements so that you are not aware of what you are doing to my body, but I cannot help it. Just as I am about to give in to the feelings, you remove your fingers. "Not yet, my Pet. In time."

My mind is in such turmoil. How can my body betray me so? How could I want this... this monster to continue to touch me? To continue to control my body in such a way that I begin to lose my hold on what is good and right, and what feels so good but must be so wrong?

I feel something warm and small placed on the hood of my clitoris. If I hadn't been tied down, I would have leaped out of the chair. You have clamped something onto the hood of my clitoris. It does not pinch very hard and in fact, barely feels there at all after you have let go of it. But it is there. Barely there. I hear a switch turn on and the item on my clitoris begins to get warm. Very warm. But not unpleasant. Another sound, and it begins to vibrate... a slow humming. I immediately begin to feel myself become aroused. My hips begin to gyrate as much as the bindings will allow. I try to hold my moans inside but I cannot let him know how this is effecting me. But it becomes too much, and first a sigh, then a deep moan escapes my lips... my lips part, and I begin to pant... hold my breath... and then pant again.

Ahh Gawd, it feels so good. How could he know? How could he know my body so well? He is a Master. A Master of self control. A Master of the female body. My female body. Skilled at making my body obey what my mind knows should not be allowed. My mind wants to scream nooooo, but my body wants to cum. I want to cum so badly. I can feel myself gaining speed. Climbing that mountain. My clit is on fire, my pussy muscles are beginning to clench rhythmically on themselves, and just as I begin to reach that peak, the humming stops, the warmth goes away, and there is nothing. I am left there... on the edge... on fire... wanting to cry from being denied my orgasm.

I say "Please, Master. Please don't stop touching me. I'll do anything. Just let me cum. Please."

Silence.

"What did I say, slave? You are not to speak unless spoken to and given permission to do so. Be assured you will be punished for that breach of the rules. Now. Another rule. You will not cum, Pet, until I have given you permission to do so. You will never cum again unless I expressly say 'cum for me', do you understand, slave?"

"Oh, yes, Master, Sir. I understand."

"Then, repeat it, slave." "Master, I will not cum unless given permission to do so by you. I will never cum unless you say to me 'cum for me'."

"Very good, slave." And, as if to remind me of his power, I feel my nipples being tugged at... pulled harder on the chain they are attached to. If I could talk, I would groan and say "please stop". But I don't dare.

"Now, who am I?"

"You are my Master, Sir," I say.

And he says, "And who are you?"

"I am your slave, Sir," I say.

"Very good, Pet. How does your ass feel?"

"My ass feels... I don't like having that thing in there, Master. It hurts and does not feel natural."

You say, "But you'll wear it slave. Every day. And why?"

"Because you said it must be so, Master," I say.

"Very good, slave. You learn quickly."

I again begin to feel warmth on my clit, and the humming of the vibration starts anew. I begin to feel aroused immediately. I know it will not take me long to cum if this were to continue.

"Now, slave... do not cum. I want you to learn to ride the peak for longer and longer periods of time. You will learn to stay at that peak for me. Only for me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master, I understand. I do not know how long I can hold out, though. I would ask that you be patient with your Slave, Master."

"We have our whole lifetimes, my Pet. Are you close, Pet?"

"Master... if you leave it there... I will come in seconds. Please..."

The sensation again stops. I am left there at the peak again. My breathing is shallow, then rapid. My pulse is irratic; my heart pounding in my chest. I do not think I could tolerate this for very long without exploding. If not in orgasmic bliss, then in my mind. I feel I will shut down if he brings me to that peak again.

I feel something warm, smooth - but hard - at the entrace to my pussy. It is his cock. The head, so velvet smooth, just sits there at the entrance. Teasing me. The sensations going through my body are so diverse. The cool air blowing over my body, cooling it, the fire inside of me, heating it up, the hot tip of his cock as it rests just at the entrance to my pussy. I want so badly to beg him. Beg him to fill me with his cock. To not stop until he is fully inside of me. But I've learned well to keep my mouth shut.

As if to draw out my torture, he slowly moves his cock inside of me, then stops... pulls out. Pushes in again, just that far and no further, and pulls out. My vaginal muscles clench on him every time he pulls out, wanting to pull him back inside... deeper. This man knows what he is doing to me. He knows that he is tormenting me. That I would do anything for him at this point, clearly enters my mind. How fast our lives change.

He pushes his cock inside me deeper. An inch more this time. And pulls out all the way. Then back inside to just the same spot as the previous thrust. And back out. Over and over and over, he keeps me on this edge. Then deeper. And back out. And back to the deepest part again... and pulls out... in... out... push... pull. I can feel my inner tissues tug and pull at him. He is large. Larger than any I've had before. And so thick. But I am so wet, and easily accommodate him. There is no pain there.

Another inch and I can finally feel the tickles of his pubic hair. He is getting close to filling me completely. He is so excruciatingly patient with his thrusts. He does not give me what I want. He knows that it is driving me crazy with desire.

Another inch. Almost there. In... out. All the way out. And then... all the way inside of me! I had been wanting it for so long, that it surprised me when I felt his pelvis meet mine, and his legs hit my plug. Reminding me that I am filled up. Filled up with him. Riding his wave. He is now thrusting a little faster, but deeply and fully each time.

"Do not speak, Pet," he reminds me. I am trying so hard to keep my moans down. To control my breathing and to not lose control. To please him. Yes. That is what I want. I want to please him. As he is pleasing me. He is my Master. He controls this body. This body that is now his to do with as he pleases.

He is now thrusting with greater force. Ramming himself into me. I feel myself gain a little control. I have not ever cum easily with a man inside of me, so I begin to feel that I can control this passion. Then my clit begins to warm up... and vibrate. Oh my Gawd, I'll never be able to control it if he continues to fuck me and use this magic device as well. I feel myself begin to build. I want to tell him "Master, please. I will not be able to stop myself this time," but I know to keep my mouth shut. I whimper lightly, then loudly as he continues to wrack my body with sensation after sensation. My clitoris is on fire, my pussy is being filled like never before and constantly rammed, my ass does not hurt as much, but the burning is still there, and my nipples are tugged on with each thrust of his body into mine, sending more sensations down to my pussy. My blindfold is removed, but I do not open my eyes. My world has become a series of raw nerves. I begin to feel as if I will fail him when my orgasm begins to build.

I barely hear him when he say's, "Slave... open your eyes," and I do and I see his eyes... boring into my own, filled with strength and lust, and then I hear the words. "Cum for me, Slave." And I do. He is pounding into me, and I cannot help it, but I scream and scream as wave after wave after wave of beautiful white lightning goes through my body and my soul. And just when I think I'm through, he pulls the clamps off of my pussy lips and I cry out, and cum again as he continues to pull them. One at a time. Six clamps altogether, and I do not stop cumming until the last one is pulled. I must have fainted. When I come to, I am in a room. Filled with light, the windows are open, and the shear curtains are billowing into the room. There is only one large bed in the room. White sheets cover me. It smells of lavender in here. I feel I must have been dreaming the whole thing until I move, and feel the tips of my nipples brush against the sheet. I look down and see that each one has a gold ring. They are welded on there permanently.

Exhausted, I fall into a dream state, wondering when my Master will return.

-the end-

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