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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When He Calls

Ringgggg

"Hello?"

"Are you ready, little one?" Her pulse immediately quickened.

"Yes, Sir." She said, almost breathlessly. How can he have such an effect on me - so strong, so immediate? Surely he's a magician. She waited for the next incantation.

"Do you have your collar and cuffs on?"

"Yes, Sir." She could already feel herself getting wet. She wished He allowed her to sit with her legs together, so she could feel it more, maybe rub her legs together a little. But He didn't allow that. As directed, she sat cross legged on the king-size bed. Behind her, lying over the edge of the unusually tall headboard was a loop of rope. She was naked except for the black leather cuffs and collar. She wore a phone headset.

"Have you pleasured yourself today, little one?"

"No, Sir. Just as you asked, I.."

"Silence! You do not have to explain your obedience. I expect compliance. If you disobey - then, you must explain. Is that clear? Can you tell me the rules of when you may talk?"

"Yes, Sir. I may reply to your questions only 'Yes, Sir' or 'No, Sir,' unless otherwise requested." Her throat was suddenly dry. The raspy voice was music to his ears. She swallowed.

"I may make sounds of passion or pain, but only real pain and real passion. Faking will be . punished." Her voice faded to a whisper as she remembered the one time she was punished for insincere sounds of pleasure.

"Yes, Little one, continue."

"I may beg you to cum, if I really need it, and I will be most respectful in doing so, by using the words you like. Those are the only times I may speak." Knowing that she had gotten it right, her shoulders relaxed. What a wonderful master she had.

"Very good, little one! I will start today's session soon, but you will have to wait just a bit." He paused. "Did I hear a groan of impatience?" Her breath hitched at her possible transgression." I will not punish you, but you will wait for me, won't you? You will wait with your hands on the wall. I will call back."

She knew what to do. She moved herself back against the headboard. Still sitting, cross legged, she reached up and fastened her cuffs to the ring above her head. And she waited.

She never knew what would come next. But that didn't matter. She knew her Master would take her to places no other lover had been able to. She and her Master had never met. He was her Master and her guilty pleasure. No one knew that while she dated like a "normal" person (she even had a steady boyfriend right now whom she really cared about), she lusted after a man on the phone. She would have liked to meet him in person, but there were complications. He said that he lived far away and was married. They hardly spoke about everyday life, but she knew that much.

The phone rang. Her heart jumped, and she clicked the controller she had been holding in her hand. "Yes, Sir."

"Are you waiting like a good girl?" "I have not moved, Sir."

"Then this will be a very good session for you, little one." Her cunt throbbed. She could feel the heat to her core.

"You may release your hands." She did so and placed one on each knee. She wondered what pleasures he had in store for her today.

"Is your ring in place" "Uh huh.yes, sir."

"Attach your collar to the ring." She did so. "Now rub your nipples. Are they getting tight? Are they hard little marbles, for your Master? Now pinch them. Roll them between you fingers."

Even after so many calls, she couldn't believe how hot this made her. As she rolled and pinched, she could sense the heat growing in her pelvis and feel herself getting wetter.

"You may take one hand and feel how wet you are. I know my little slut will be very wet for me." She moaned as she felt her hot wet lips.

"Now dip just one finger deep inside. (He heard her moan again.) You are so sweet and hot for me, aren't you my slave."

"Oh yes, sir," she whispered breathlessly.

"Now taste how sweet you are. Taste your own cunt, my slave."

She hesitated. "I." she didn't dare go on. When he had first become her Master, he had punished her for days with no satisfaction, before he first allowed her to cum. She longed to cum as he directed her; she didn't dare disobey. He gave her climaxes she had never had. She put her wet finger to her mouth. She started tentatively, then took the whole finger is and sucked it like a little cock.

She stopped to say, "Oh, Master, it is so sweet. I . I." She started to suck her finger again as her nipples hardened even further and she moved her free hand down to her cunt.

"Unhook your collar from the wall, my sweet." She hesitated slightly as she loved the feeling of the tug of the ring on her collar, but she complied. "Now lie on your back and cum for me. Use just your hands. Make yourself cum and don't use any toys. Cum in my ear for me, slave."

She had all her "toys" by the bed, even a new one he had sent in a box. She did not have time to be disappointed that she did not get to use them. Her hands started their sensuous torture, and her mind was soon lost. As one hand gripped and pinched her nipples; the other was on her clit. With just one finger and so much lubrication, it didn't take long. She moaned as her climax neared, then more loudly, until she was almost screaming. Master had taught her that the deep breathing of being "vocal" during her climax only increased the pleasure.

"OH yes. Oh yes. God that's so good. OH Master, you are so good. Oh yesssss. I... I. OH GODDDDDD!" It was a hard-clenching orgasm. About as hard as a clitoral-only orgasm can be. When the spasms subsided, she lay there waiting, trying to catch her breath.

"Put Doctor Johnson on the bedside table," her master ordered. "Attach your collar to the long rope, just so you remember who is master." She pulled the 8" silicone dildo out of her drawer and attached it with its handy suction cup near the edge of the end table. She then reached out and got the longer rope she had attached to the wall. Normally all her ropes and rings hung behind the headboard where no one could see them. This long rope was arranged so, with her collar attached and standing near the edge of the bed, it felt like someone was pulling back on her collar.

"Now, sit on Doctor Johnson. But do not cum until you are given permission or you will be punished." Oh God, she wasn't' sure if she could do this. But at least, he hadn't turned on the Doctor's vibrator. "Be sure to turn the Doctor on low"

Oh shit. That was often her undoing. With her cunt tight after cumming, the feeling of this large cock sliding into her often, almost always, made her cum again. She slowly lowered herself onto the cock. She was careful not to rub against her clit. But even so, she shivered with the intensity of the sensation.

"Do not move up and down just yet. Do you have the box I sent you?" "Yes."

"Can you reach it? Good. You may unwrap it now." She held the small box in her hand and tried not to think of her full cunt or the tug of the collar on her neck. She thought her cunt would burn up if she didn't get some relief soon. She fumbled with the box, with shaky hands, but finally got it open.

"What do you see, my little one?" Her hands were trembling. Just the sight of the new toys was about to send her over the edge. If she had to say it out loud, she was sure she would cum.

"What has your Master sent you, my slave?" She had to answer. Her voice was barely audible. "There are nipple clamps." She paused and tried to collect herself. ". And a..a Red Hot Butt Plug. Oh.oh. Oh nooooo." She couldn't stop it. She rammed herself further onto Doctor Johnson and rode it up and down twice as a quick deep orgasm overcame her. She knew that her Master had heard.

She knew he would be angry. "Stay on the Doctor. Remove the nipple clamps from their package." She was very worried by the cold deliberate tone of his voice. "Now put the clamps on your nipples. Adjust them so they are as painful as you can take." She took one of her now soft nipples and pinched it, then applied the unadjusted clamp to her nipple.

"OH MY G.." It pinched like a son of a .. She instinctively yanked it off. BIG mistake. As it slid off, it only pinched worse. "OUCH!!"

"Get them on, bitch!"

She was now desperate to obey. No more sweet words from her Master. She loosened the clamp completely and tried the other nipple. It wouldn't stay on. She tightened it a little more...then a little more; it stayed. Now that it was in place, she tightened it until it hurt. She tightened it further, and a shot of electricity jolted between her nipple and her twat. Her master heard her moan. She applied the other clamp. "They are on, Sir."

"Tug the chain. Do they stay? Good. Now, unwrap the Red Hot." She did so.

"Get on the bed." She nearly came again, as she slid off Doctor Johnson, but luckily she did not.

"Had you obeyed, this would be a much more pleasurable process, but I want your virgin hole, and I will have it. You are going to ram that Red Hot in your ass when I tell you. Whether it gives you pleasure or not. Get out the lubricant." She usually needed the lube only when she had been bad and master was punishing her with some hard fast fucking of some kind. Somehow he knew how to direct her to fuck herself, have a climax and yet get very little satisfaction. Other times, he could give her orgasms that rolled on forever and made her so, so glad to be his slave.

"Are your panties on the night stand?" "Yes." Odd question, she thought.

"Get on your knees, so your leash is pulled tight. Can you reach your ass? Yes, good. Put plenty of lube on the Red Hot. It has three bulbs you see." Yes, in fact, the soft, clear red silicone thing she held had, at one end, a head like a cock. Then two other bulb-like shapes, before it flared out at the end, apparently so it wouldn't "get lost". It was about 6" long and the effect was that it started narrow, got wider, then narrow again, ending in a ring; it looked like a perverted pacifier. The narrow part in the middle looked awfully big, bigger then some of her dildos. The last one was smaller, she guessed so it would stay in place.

"You are going to put it in, in three thrusts; the final thrust it will be all the way in. Do you understand." Her hand started to shake again. "Yes," she managed to say.

"Put in the first part now! And I want to hear you!" She reached back and tried not to think how she had never imagined she'd do anything like this. She just positioned it and pushed. "Oh GOD! It stings. Please. Please. I CAN'T.." She couldn't stop the tears in her eyes.

"You will LEAVE IT IN, SLUT!" "OH it hurts, it hurts." She fell forward so that the rope and her collar were holding her up. She tried to relax. The stinging started to ease. But before it was gone completely, she heard, "PUSH AGAIN, BITCH!!"

He had her so well trained, she reached around and rammed it in another notch, giving into another round of pain. But it was stinging less, and she was starting to feel full in a place she hadn't felt it before. Her legs started to shake, and she tried to maintain her balance, or she would hang herself. Her nipples started to harden. And as they did, the clamps that she had forgotten became very present! She moaned with pleasure and pain, and the pressure in her ass joined with the electricity from her nipples.

"My slave likes this doesn't she? You are a dirty little girl aren't you? And you are all mine. PUSH again, slut!" She groaned, now with pleasure as she pushed it further in and listened to her master in her ear.

"Only a slut would allow me to fuck her ass. And that's just what you are doing. Such a dirty little girl. Now grab the ring of the Red Hot and move it in and out. Fuck your ass, slut." She started very slowly. She thought that once she has it out, she wouldn't want it back in. But, as always, the feeling in her body and the words in her ear made her a slave to her passion. No sooner had she slowly slipped it out, than she slipped it back in again. She groaned, and an animal sound left her mouth. Her breasts were painfully engorged with pleasure and straining at the clamps. Even the swinging of the chain between the clamps caused a new round of pain. Her legs were shaking, and she fought to stay upright. Her Master let her continue until she was moaning almost continuously.

"Now stop and leave it in your ass. Get to your feet slave." Her breathing was hitched and shallow now, as she reached toward a new level of ecstasy. She would do anything he asked.

"Is the plug staying in? Good. Now lower yourself very slowly on Doctor Johnson." One hand was on her clit and the other pulled at her nipple chain as she lowered herself onto the Doctor.

"You will fuck yourself now until you cum. You will cum harder than you ever have. And since I know you so well, slut, I know you will cum in a gushing wet flood. You are filled like you never have been before, and you won't be able to control it. As you cum you will catch your cum on your proper white panties. Now fuck, slave, and don't be quiet about it!"

She raised herself up, then down for the first thrust. A shudder when through her entire body, and she was completely lost in the sensation. Her knees were shaking from the intensity of it. She moved up and down twice more, and that was all it took. It was all just too overwhelming for her. Her Master in her ear; her slave collar and two cocks impaling her, filling her.

"Oh, oh, ohhh..ARGGHHH!!" She was convulsing in a mind-numbing climax.

"Cum for me, slave," he taunted in her ear. "Cum for me, baby, and let it all go." She had no choice; her body was not under her control. As her cunt spasmed, she ejaculated like she never had before, leaving a very wet Doctor and bedside table. She fell onto the bed, still trembling, and curled into a ball.

"Listen to me, my sweet. Take your pretty white panties and clean the Doctor. Some off the table too." She did so, still in a trance.

"Now you will thank your Master." She had some trouble speaking. But her Master was very pleased with the tremble in her voice. "Oh yes, yes. Thank you. God, thank you. You are my Master, and I am your slave. My body is yours." She responded as she had been taught to respond.

"You are my slave, and you have been very good and very bad. For the transgression of cumming without my permission, you will wear your wet panties for the rest of the day. Is that clear?" "Yes, sir. I." But he was gone.

He had had her wear no panties before. All day at work even! But this! Then she thought of the what he would probably give her in return, and she had no doubt she would do it. She looked at the clock. 12:00!! She quickly got up, cleaned her "toys" and put them away. Then she showered. She wished she could just lie there and casually drift off to sleep, but she had to get to work. As it was, she had taken the morning off to "pamper herself" with the call from her Master. She showered, got dressed (including the wet panties) and was in the office by 1:00.

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It was Friday, so Janet was wearing jeans and a sweater. She tried not to think about that fact that if people got too close, she would smell like sex. She just pretended to herself that she had gotten her jeans out of the dryer before they were done. It was still very hard to think of anything else. And her sore pussy and ass didn't help either. About 5:00, she got a call.

"How are you, sweetness?" Brad's voice was a welcome break.

She giggled. "OK, handsome."

"Are you free to night? How about dinner and movie?"

"Well, Brad. It IS Friday" She should have been expecting his call. He was so predictable. "Will you pick me up at 8:00?"

"On the dot. See you then."

She didn't get home until almost 7:00. She had to rush to put on a skirt and do her hair. She obediently left on the panties from this morning. They had dried, but she still thought she must smell. He arrived promptly at 8:00.

They went straight to the movie. It was racier than the movie they usually saw together. They had been dating three months. Janet didn't rush relationships. They had only had sex twice, but it had been very quick - on his couch. This was their first date since the second time. He put his arm around her and was holding her close in the movie theater. When they got out to the parking lot, he paused before unlocking the car door for her.

He moved up close to her, not quite pushing her against the car. She was already a bit hot from the movie, and as he moved close, she flushed with excitement. He could see it in the lights of the parking lot. His hands were on both her arms.

"You are very .. enticing tonight, Janet." As he said it, he pulled her to him and kissed her, long and deep. She responded in kind. She was very ready and very hot. Her response spurred him on, and he raised one leg to push against her sex. She ground into him.

"Oh yes!" she thought. "He's going to take the initiative. He's going to pin me to the car and take me right here in the parking lot." It was what she wanted. It was what she wanted from the first time she had seen him. He was the picture of the man she wanted to dominate her; maybe love her. But he never seemed to go far enough. He always backed off.

"Your place is closer," is all he said, as he got her car door unlocked and they left the parking lot. Dinner was pretty much out of the question. He wanted her very badly. He had since the first time he has seen her. He liked the way she responded. She was the sexiest woman he had ever dated, but he couldn't find the way to bring it out in her. Their first two times for intercourse were hurried and over way too quick. This time he'd take his time.

Her hands were all over him. By the time they got to her front door, they were both partially undressed. Once inside, he pushed her against the wall of her entryway. His hands were on her breasts and between her legs. They seemed to be everywhere at once. She was loving every minute of it, but suddenly wished she had her collar and cuffs on. She thought of how much better it would be with her arms stretched over her head.

Soon she was focused on him again, as he took a nipple into his mouth and his fingers were doing their handiwork on her clit. She came, in what was probably record time.

"You are so hot," he said breathlessly into her ear, as he nuzzled her neck. He wanted more from her, her on the wall, in the entryway, but he didn't how to pull it out of her; how to push her buttons.

She wanted him to make her kneel and demand she suck him. Neither of them knew how to get from the polite sex they had been having, to what they both desired.

She finally said, "Let's go to the bedroom."

He followed. She finished undressing him and pushed him back onto the bed. She climbed on top and ran her hands through his curly chest hair. Then she ran them down his sides to his thighs, around his thighs and caressed his balls. She was gratified by the chills that ran through him. She nudged him into the center of the bed. Kneeling between his legs, she took his cock in her mouth. He gasped and then moaned. He was sure he was one lucky SOB.

She stopped too soon for his liking, but then she was straddling him and lowering herself onto his shaft. She had pumped him maybe twice, when the phone rang. She automatically picked put on the head set, without even thinking.

"Are you getting fucked, Little one?" As if His hand had just squeezed her nipple, the sound of His voice caused her cunt to clinch. The man she was making love to groaned despite his wondering who the hell was on the phone!

"Yes, Sir."

"Who the hell is that?" her real-life** date said.

"Make him be quiet, little one." She leaned forward, then rubbed her now taut breasts into his chest. She then pressed against him and gave him a deep kiss. Her kiss deepened as she heard in her ear:

"I want you to please yourself tonight. I want you to show your man that you are a slut beyond compare. He will want no other than you. And you will get the master you have always desired. Deepen your kiss. Think of my hands on your tits. I am clutching them, and now I am pinching your nipples, hard."

Her hands had moved to her nipples. As he said "hard" she pinched as hard as she could, and her cunt throbbed, clinching Brad's cock. He moaned deep in his throat, even as he sucked on her tongue and bit her lip.

"Now, sit up and ride him hard. But not too long." She broke the kiss and sat up. She was panting hard as she bobbed up and down on his pole and pinched her nipples.

He could hardly believe how she felt. And how hard she was riding him. He had forgotten about the headset. He grabbed her hips and matched her, thrust for thrust. She started to move one hand down to her clit.

"Do not touch yourself yet, little one."

"Yes Sir."

"Stop now and slide off him. Take him in your mouth. Taste your sweet juices on him. Polish his hard meat with your mouth. Do not let him cum."

She stopped her ride and started to slide down between his legs. As she did, he tried to stop her; but as she got lower, he thought he understood her intended target, and he did not try too hard. He let out an animal sound that Master could even hear on the phone; the Master was pleased.

"You are so lovely, my little one. With your mouth full of cock. And you love it so much don't you. Love to have your mouth full. Love to be treated like the slut you are. You are such a naughty slut."

Her cunt was so hot it ached. She wanted to touch it, to frig herself and rub her clit until she cried out.

"Let his cock go and sit on him again. This time with your back to his face." She pulled her mouth off his rod, and it exited with a "pop". He started to grab her head, but again, he thought better of it and let her continue. She sat up and turned with her back toward him. "What is she up to now?" he thought. He didn't have long to wait. She backed up and then slid down on his cock. She shuddered as his thick member now pressed on her g-spot. She sat still as spasm after spasm washed over her. She could her him groaning behind her. His hands moved to her tight, round ass as she slowly started to move up and down on his dick.

"Is this what you want, my slut?"

"Ah ha" was all she could manage to say.

"Do you want more."

"Oh, yes, please Master"

"Are you sure you want more?"

"Master, please give me more. Please make him fuck your whore until she comes. God this is so good. Fuck me, please Master."

"Tell him to fill your other hole, slut."

"Wha." She was so enthralled now, she was having trouble listening.

"Tell him to put his finger into** your ass."

She slowed her rhythm. She had never been taken there. "I."

"Slave, my slut, you will do this, or I will have you stop and you will not cum."

"Fuck my ass." She said.

"What?" The confused and nearly climaxing man under her was bewildered by the sensations, the words he heard her saying, and her new request.

"Fuck my ass." She said more loudly.

"Make him do it or you will be punished." With some desperation in her voice, she said begged loudly, "Lubricate your finger and put it in my ass."

He didn't hesitate any longer. He had been staring at her virgin hole as it bobbed up and down on his cock. He wanted to do it. He had his hands on her as before and wanted to feel her hot asshole wrapped around his finger. He wanted to, and now she was begging him to. He wet his index finger and slowly penetrated her virgin hole. She had to stop moving as the new sensation was first one of pain.

Then her body felt the fullness it ached for; her legs were shaking, and she fell forward overcome with the power of having both her holes filled. He started to move the finger slowly in and out. She recovered enough to sit up and start to move up and down slowly, slightly. She wanted him to stop, but she wanted him to keep going, to find the next level of heat. A moan came from her throat and kept on.

"Now my slut, you are filled, you are his and you are mine. Say thank you to your Master."

Breathless and raspy, her reply was immediate, "Thank you, Master for taking this slut."

Then He surprised her so much that she nearly said 'no'.

"Hand the man your headset."

She didn't dare refuse. She didn't dare risk not being allowed to cum now. She'd go crazy.

"Keep moving on his cock - keep him hard or you will not be allowed to cum." She hesitated only slightly, she handed the headset back to her man. He also didn't hesitate. He didn't know what dream this was, but he didn't want it to end. What ever was on that headset had already rocked his world, and he wanted more. With his free hand he put on the headset.

"Yeah?" he managed to get out, as she had increased the tempo of her thrust on his dick.

"Do you like your finger in her ass?"

"Who..?"

"I am the slut's master. I can make her cum with just a word. I can do that now or I can take your both further than you have been before. Do you like to fuck my little one?"

Was this a trick question? "Yeah, but who.?"

"You can be her master. I will teach you. I will teach you to master the slut in her and she will be yours."

Her pounding on his dick had deepened. She was grinding her ass against his finger, and as it went deeper, he could feel her cunt clinch. His passion had waned slightly at hearing another man in the room. But as she groaned and his finger went deeper, he didn't care who was driving, he just wanted to take more of her. "Go on."

"Do as I say. Remove your finger and pull her off of you. If she protests, give her a slap on her ass. Hard."

Brad did as He said, and slowly removed his finger first. She groaned in obvious protest. He slapped her hard on the right cheek. She jumped and stayed very still. He looked at her as his hand print started to develop.

"Did you like the way that sounded?"

"Yes."

"Do you like the look of your red handprint on her ass?"

"Yes." She tried to turn around, and he slapped her bottom again.

"You need to teach her who is in charge. She wants to be taken, has wanted to be your slave. Would you like to see her bottom red and throbbing?"

"Yes, I think this slave needs to know who's boss." The Master had been right. Her man was becoming just what she needed, he just required training. This would not be an easy night for her, but she would rise to the challenge and surrender absolutely. He knew her.

"Put her over your lap."

He removed her from his cock, now hard again with his new-found power. As he did so, she got off the bed and started to stand.

"On your knees!," he said without prompting. She immediately fell to her knees. He looked down at this woman he thought he knew. What kind of slut was she. She had been another man's slave; a man on the phone? Had they ever done it in person? Did it matter? She was here with him now. And he liked where he had her.

"Tell her to assume the position."

"Assume the position." His voice was getting louder and was full of power and passion. Her legs were trembling, and the wetness started to flow again. She separated her knees as she had been taught and clasped her hands behind her back. She looked up at him, wanting to see the approval in his eyes.

"Eyes down, slut." He leaned over and clipped her cuffs together. She knelt subservient, her hands bound, and her own juices flowed down her legs. As her man, her *new* master, moved close to her and brought his rigid cock to her lips, she couldn't remember feeling more fulfilled. He only let her suck it until she had cleaned most of her wetness off him.

Then he sat on the chair she had next to the dresser. It had a high back and no arms, so she could be placed straight across his lap. He commanded her to lie across his lap. She got to her feet and then clumsily fell into his lap as her feet caught in something on the floor. He caught her before she fell off. His dick pressed against her belly. He placed one hand firmly on her back.

"Is she ready to be trained?" he heard in his ear.

By way of an answer, he said to her, "You will now feel your Master's hand." The first blow fell before she could steel herself. And blows kept falling, giving her no time to even catch her breadth.

Her first master said to his master in training, "If she says 'Mercy', you must stop immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand she can ask for mercy, and she must understand I will push her until she does." Tears had started to fall from her eyes. She was sweating, and as his slaps increased in intensity and speed, she started to yelp with each whack. She started to squirm to try to get out from under his blows.

"Stop, and reach into her top dresser drawer. You will find a new toy she just bought and has not used."

He did not want to stop. But he did, and when he saw his handiwork, he was pleased. Her lovely round ass was now more lovely than ever. It was bright red and seemed to throb with each breath she took against his legs. He opened the dresser drawer and saw the red silicone butt plug and an assortment of other dildos. Janet {put her head up long enough to see what was in the drawer. Then she let her head fall. She had no idea what was going to happen next, and she was more excited than even her Master had previously gotten her.

Before He could give further instructions, He heard Brad say, "What a slut you truly are. You even buy your own toys. Were you planning to use these without me? Were you planning to pleasure your hole without my permission?"

"Very good, very good," thought the elder Master.

Brad said to himself, more than to her, "I own this ass. This is a slave's ass, and it is for me to take."

"Yes," the Master encouraged. "She is all yours. Her round ass is yours to pinch and slap and drive your cock into. Her rosy hole is yours alone. Her wet, clenching pussy is throbbing because she is a slut and needs a man to master her."

"Hand me the plug, slave, and let me show you who's ass this is." He released one of her hands** and made her reach into the drawer for the first "tool". She handed the little red vinyl shaft back to him with a shaking hand. He took it and reconnected her wrist cuffs. He slid her off his lap and back onto her knees. She took a deep breath with her now free chest. He pulled a silk scarf from the dresser drawer.

"I take another deep breath, slave. Show me just how far you can push out those tits". Her breath hitched.., but she thought she had better obey, lest he use his hands on her sore butt again. As she took in the breath, he pulled back on her elbows and tied them together with the scarf. He reached around and pinched her out-thrust nipples, and she arched against his touch. He moved up to her and rubbed the head of his cock against her tits. And then over her lips and the rest of her face. She opened her mouth, in hopes he was going to put it there.

"Don't you love my cock, slut? Do you want it in your mouth? Answer me, slave. Tell me where you want it." His firm tone had her throbbing anew.

"Please master, let me suck you. Fuck my mouth or my pussy. Please fuck me. Please let me.." She knew she dare not ask. She knew it wasn't time.

"When I think you are ready and have shown me you can me my slave, then I will fuck you. I will fuck you and you will never want another master."

Her first Master knew that his time was over. She had a new master. "Treat her well. I do not part with my slaves easily. And I act if they are treated badly. Remember, she wants this. She wants to know that you need to be her master as much as she needs to be mastered. She wants passion from you, hot and heavy. Take her all the way, and she will take you further. Love her and she will surrender until you can't imagine the world without her." With that, Brad heard a click in his ear, and the man who had owned this slut before him, was gone.

Some deep feelings welled inside him. After a lifetime of quietly pushing them down, he let them come to the surface. He looked up and caught his reflection in the mirror. A beautiful woman had submitted on her knees, ready to worship his cock. His hand was on her collar. He looked into his dark side in the mirror. For the first time, he did not fear it. He looked down at the woman at his feet, and a feeling of possession that burned through him and he liked it.

He moved to the side of her and grabbed the ring on her collar. He rotated the collar to turn the ring to the back of her neck, and still holding, it he lowered her head to the ground. She was now head down, back arched and her ass and pussy presented and exposed. She could not stop the shiver than ran through her entire body. He moved behind her. He placed one hand on an ass cheek. The warmth of his hand started her well-whipped ass burning again. With the other hand, he slowly inserted the plug into her wet and dripping cunt to give it some natural lubrication. She moaned and tried to push against it. He held her steady with the hand on her cheek. When she pushed back again, he pinched. She stopped and whined.

He felt a pang of remorse for what he was going to her. He sat the plug aside and put two fingers into her cunt to give her some of the pleasure she craved. She was so wet it took his breath away. Her cunt squeezed his finger almost immediately. From this angle, he could see her pussy start to spasm. He knew if he continued, she would cum. He couldn't deny her. And he also knew she was so far gone she would forget to ask. It was the thought of giving her pleasure almost as much of the thought of punishing her that drove him to continue.

He drove her ruthlessly to a climax; pushed one, two, then three fingers into her cunt. "You want it slut. Just fuck yourself on my fingers. Yeah, give it to me baby." The sound of his voice was the catalyst. She started to move against his fingers.

"Keep moving baby. Keep fucking me. Keep that ass moving." She tried to slow down. She knew she couldn't go any further. She knew somewhere in her muddled mind that she had to ask permission. But his hand was on her clit now, and his voice was filling her head.

"Keep your ass moving slut or I'll stop. I'll leave you with your dripping pussy on the floor." Whack! He slapped her ass. "Move it slut" He whacked her again and again. Her soft moans turned to cries. She moved faster against his hand. He had three fingers in her cunt, and with the other hand -- after he thought she had a red enough ass again -- he start to flick her clit. She came almost as soon as he touched her clit. She screamed and rammed her pussy onto his fingers. Her cunt was still spasming, he picked up the plug and pushed it in her ass and she seemed to start coming again. With her body still jerking as he hauled her up by the collar. He lifted her nearly off the ground with one hand, her face inches from his. With his other hand, he hooked two fingers in her cunt.

"You did not ask permission, slave." Her dazed expression of lust, turned quickly to fear as she looked into his steel eyes. She shuddered from head to toe.

"Please.." was all she could get out before the pressure from the finger in her cunt told her she should beware. She was nearly passing out from the pressure of the collar, when he let her fall to the ground.

He sat on the edge of the bed, facing her mirrored dresser. He pulled her mass of pillows over so he could have some support of his back and get a better view of her ass in the mirror.

"On your knees and service my cock, slave." He couldn't believe he was saying the words. He had never asked for it. He had only gotten a blow job if the woman offered. Now he was asking for it, demanding it from her. It felt incredible. He watched her struggle to her knees, eager to please him. She crawled up between his legs, and took his full length into her mouth. He could see her ass, still red from her spanking in the mirror and the plug still in place. Her hands were still tied behind her back. It was amazing.

He ran his hands through her red hair, and pushed her head down further. She only seemed to love it more when he did that. She had a very talented mouth. She seemed to sense he was near the edge. She started to bob up and done, sucking hard and pushing her head down until he could feel the back of her throat. As he came, he grabbed her head and thrust all the way into her throat; he filled her mouth. She swallowed all she could, and he fell back against the pillows, releasing her head. She continued to suck until he started to soften. Then she licked his dick and balls clean.

After a few minutes, he sat up and looked at Janet. She was kneeling obediently, her head bowed.

"Now you will thank your Master," Brad said to her.

Her head came up, and the look she gave him made his heart pound. She looked up at him with a combination of lust and admiration. It made him feel like a God. "Thank you, my Master. You are my Master and I am your slave. My body is yours." She responded as she had been taught to respond.

He stood up and walked to her. He wanted more of her. More tonight and more every night. He wanted the slave he saw before him more than he'd wanted anything before. He put his hand below her chin and tilted her head back so their eyes met again. He had to ask.

"Is this really what you want? Do you give up your other Master." "Yes. He gave me to you. And I can only have one Master," She hesitated. She saw the look of doubt in his eyes. "I want you. I want you and all of this. Please, become my Master." She was pleading now. She hastily added, "I can teach you."

He said nothing. He pulled her up by the collar and turned her around. He undid the silk scarf and unlatched her cuffs. When her arms were undone, she fell forward slightly, catching herself with her hands on the bed. He used the opportunity to grab hold of the plug that was still in her ass and move it in and out. He loved the sound she made as he moved it. He removed it, gave her a swat on her ass and reached for her cuffs.

He led her around the room. He was looking for something. She couldn't help the tears that were welling in her eyes. He was going to leave now, now that he knew what a slut she was. Finally he found what he was looking for. He raised her hands above her head and attached them to the large hook above the closet door. He had known there would be one somewhere.

"Teach me?" He said mockingly. He dried her eyes. He kissed both her cheeks and her mouth. Then he ran his hands over her body, pinching and tweaking all her most sensitive spots. Soon she was twisting and moaning, and hoping he wouldn't ever stop.

"I catch on quick, little one."

-the end-

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