Grace had spent the last two months thinking about getting together with her lover and she was in an exceptionally sensual mood. He would be close to her that afternoon and the thoughts of him were sending tingles up and down her spine.

About an hour before he was expected she lit candles and drew a warm bath, adding just the right amount of lightly scented oil to accompany the soft music playing in the background. She turned down the lights in that room and gently immersed herself in the water, melting into the sensations coursing through her body.

As she heard the front door open a tingling warmth flushed her body in anticipation of being close to him. He knew where she would be and took no unneeded time. His clothes left behind and with two newly poured glasses of wine in hand he proceeded to join her. She watched his body as he gently lowered himself into the bath and leaned forward as their eyes met and his lips pressed against hers in a lingering, wet and gentle kissing melody that was in sync with the music filling the room. The sensation that had made her tingle earlier stepped up beyond measure as she was taken over by a lightness that nearly felt as though she was passing out.

Without word he moved behind her and started gently caressing her body from head to toe; tracing his fingers on the inside of her thighs as he gently kissed her neck. Rubbing her sides slowly and then just momentarily up past her breasts brushing over her nipples until both his hands pulled her neck closer to his lips. One hand holding her head tilted slightly backward while the other explored her body with the oils in the water. The dance continued as he would rub her body so she could feel every sensation possible and she moved her hands from his buttocks to his feet where they lay just beneath hers. He would softly play with her nipples at one moment, and then rub the inside of her legs the next; touching then rubbing for a moment before moving on. Her body was filling with lust for him and his was as well for her. She could feel him throbbing against her back as she gently pushed in his direction from time to time and ground her hips into his groin.

He stood first and she shifted her body around to gaze at him, almost instinctively taking him into her mouth. There was no resistance as he slid all the way in and then back out four or five times. She could taste in as his wetness coated the inside of her mouth. He put out his arms and raised her from the tub; and they stood there in warm embrace passionately kissing to the flicker of light in the room. He handed her a towel and left for a moment to return with lengths of silky smooth lines of rope.

She stood quietly in front of him peering into the mirror on the wall as he maneuvered around with the ropes entwining her in a maze of shapes and loops and knots…taking shape around her body. They started gently and then began to envelope her from her neck to her thighs in a web of sensations; lightness and tautness; restraint and freedom all at the same time. In one regard she was becoming increasingly unable to move her body and at the same time becoming increasingly unable to maintain control over her thoughts. The sensations of this erotic bonding, as he gazed at her and as she watched this scene unfold, was creating feelings inside that she had never experienced before. He finished by placing a blindfold around her eyes, taking her hands into his and leading her out of the room.

She wasn’t sure where he was taking her, but as the warmth of the afternoon sun fell onto her body she knew they were in the sunroom at the back of the house. She could envision in her minds eye the glass walls of the room looking out over the Pacific Ocean in Northern California. Nine hundred or so feet above the sea with a breathtaking view of an expanse of ocean and cliffed shoreline that was endless. The sun rays were rushing in and filling both the room and her senses with warmth that only comes from a late afternoon sun. She had been in this place many times before, but never as sensually and sexually aroused as she was at that moment. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt him rub up against her, touching her firm nipples and checking the wetness between her legs as he passed his hands up to her belly. He pushed up against her as she pushed back, his hands taking her wrists and lifting them upward. She felt a blush of vulnerability pass through her at the same time as a rush of total acceptance, of trust, of warmth, of love and lust moved through her.

There were six round eyelets on the ceiling, each with a strap hanging toward the floor. In the back two he placed her upwardly stretched arms into two softly lined cuffs and then secured them. She let her arms fall into the cuffs, which held her firmly in an upright position. He slowly circled her rubbing her curvaceous and subtle ass, capturing her breast for a moment and then pressing his hardness up against her from behind. He was obviously in awe of her beauty and her radiance. She could only imagine in her minds eye her lover slowly circling her in anticipation, the only sense of which was the soft sound of his footsteps and breathing which she could now hear with clarity.

She felt his presence at that moment in front of her with his hands now beneath her buttocks starting to raise her in what she thought was his preparation to penetrate her. Her insides quivered and she sighed almost unknowingly to herself wanting for him to be inside. She opened herself up to him as he brushed against her…as she felt him raise her a bit higher…and then lower her into the soft cushion of the harness attached to the middle two rungs on the ceiling. She was now floating fully suspended in the air having to use no effort of her own. Her legs were now free to enjoy him fully, to accept him without the worry of holding her own body.

She could feel him circling her again making sure everything was just in the right order. She felt drops of warm liquid running down her thighs. At first she thought it might be him gently dripping water on her…but soon realized it was her own wetness dripping. She glistened with rawness and he stood in front of her admiring what he saw. He slowly lifted her right leg into the fifth strap hanging from the ceiling and placed it in the cuff awaiting her ankle…followed slowly by her left ankle being placed in the last soft shackle.

She could sense him walking between her legs and positioning himself in that spot where he could penetrate her. She was filled with overwhelming feelings of pure sensuality as he touched her in every place imaginable on her body. Gently caressing her softness and touching her just the right way in just the right places. He backed away and again she could feel the sun radiating itself upon her with his voice in the background telling her what he intended to do…how he was going to take her and how he was going to devour her.

He left the room and without the sense of sight her others had taken on a more acute tone, even after just a short time. She could hear him walking back toward her from elsewhere in the house and almost immediately recognized the scent of one of the candles that had been burning next to the bath. She felt him come up behind her as he passed the candle under her nose to give her what was now almost an overwhelming whiff of fragrance. Without warning she felt the first drip of hot wax fall on her breast and slowly roll toward her nipple…then the second on her other breast…then the fourth and fifth as he gently teased her with the sensation of hot wax on her nipples and upper belly. Her wetness intensified as he placed both of this thumbs and forefingers around her nipples and twisted the still soft wax, rubbing her until she could feel a direct connection from his fingers to her aching between her legs…the smell of the candle burning below.

Grace was suspended in the sunlight, floating on the clouds of her imagination, dripping onto the floor beneath her, and quivering with lust as her lover approached her and placed the head of his engorged cock directly on the entrance to her waiting pussy. She was open to him and gently trying to suck him in as she told him that she wanted to fuck him until she exploded. She was ready, she was wanton, and she told this to him as he gently pushed her back on her cradled swing and then let her go. Her weight gently swung her back toward him as her lips made contact with his swollen head and with no way to stop she slid completely onto him stopping as her thighs met his, gasping a bit as his completeness entered and slowly continued to penetrate her as far as she could take him.

He didn’t move and she had no way to. She could writhe a bit if it would have helped, but the feeling of his stiffness sitting inside of her was all she could take for the moment. She could feel him pulsing inside of her and he could feel her massaging him with her muscles as if she was trying to milk him with her involuntary spasms. He moved forward about a foot pushing her backward so they could feel the weight of her body more forcefully leaning against him…and he pushed her away about the length of his cock…not enough for him to come out…and then let her go again. She slid back along his shaft and stopped up against his hips. He did this for a while as he would gently push her away, let her slide back down his shaft, sit for a moment and start again…over and over watching her in her white silken ropes, draped from the ceiling, and basking in the sun. She was having small orgasms every time he would start the process again. Not enough to fulfill her need and take over her entire body, but enough that each time he would push her back she would moan with anticipation and then sigh as she slid back forward onto him.

The feelings in his cock were much the same as the ones that Grace was experiencing and every time she would slide back onto his cock she would milk just a little bit more fluid from within creating a mixture with hers that was unmistakable in both texture and smell. These were the feelings and smells of unbridled passion and fornication…the scents of pleasure and reward…the feelings of raw energy as he picked up the pace and pushed her further backward, releasing himself from the grips of her cunt; letting her go and then reuniting, thrusting more forcefully into her as she banged into his hips. There was no hesitation between movements now as he would push her off as quickly as she would come pounding back toward him. Complete penetration, followed by the unfilling, then the void, and then the anticipation of complete penetration again as she moved the foot or so from her upward apex back down onto his cock…him thrusting into her as she landed totaling taking him into her to the back of her depths and filling her completely…over and over again until the synchronization of their bodies and moans and grunts and smells were taking them over. The sweet odor of sweat beginning to pour off of them; him beginning to breath heavier and her losing her breath with each deep penetration; their bodies swinging in constant motion as the juices from their loins dripped steadily onto the floor…fucking.

Right at this point there was nothing else…no other awareness, just the rawness of these two lovers fucking above the ocean below, her suspended in the air without effort and him pumping his cock into her wetness ready to explode…wanting to explode with her…taking her hips into his hands and holding her close to him…not letting her go as he pumped inside of her…deep, deeper…pushing his chest down onto hers…as her nipples touched him…the wax breaking off…clutching his cock and holding it inside…thrusting until both Grace and he were shouting…his motions and her body joining as they both gushed in harmony…his warmth and wetness shooting inside of her and hers coating his cock with a stickiness as she closed herself around him and came…dripping herself onto him in convulsions…as he shuttered inside of her…leaving the essence of himself to wander into her depths and linger there.

As they caught their breathe he gently kissed her nipples and then her mouth with a long lingering passionate embrace…slowly and gently pulling out of her and then back in several times…joined at the loins.

Some time later he stepped away from her and gazed upon her again. To see the pure elegance of the person he had just made love to. The person he had joined with and was brought to orgasm with. He slowly unbridled her from her tethers until both their bodies fell to the ground onto the softness of the pillows below…she beside him, chest to chest…left to gaze into each others eyes…basking in the sunlight…and to speak of those most intimate things that no other would ever imagine to hear except the most trustworthy of lovers.

Lying on the pillows suspended in light…

Last Thursday afternoon you were headed up the walk to the front door and saying goodbye to your friends. The way I met you at the door you knew something was up. You placed your bag on the hall table and I kissed you on the forehead as the door was closing behind you. A twinge of anticipation came over you as my demeanor became more apparent. Whenever this happens you are always amazed by the sense of separateness that you feel from the rest of the world. It’s a good feeling; one of knowing that you are special; as if no one else in the world deserves to feel this way.

I took you by the hand and led you to the steps leading to the basement. As we started down the stairs that familiar, slightly musty scent drifted up towards us and an involuntary sense of sexuality rushed through you as you recalled the activities that we had encountered in this room before. It created a sense of surrealism and made you a bit lightheaded. As we reached the bottom of the stairs and you looked out over the dimly lit room you quickly noticed something on the ceiling and another object directly below it on the floor. Before you could decide exactly what they were I gently wrapped a silk bandana around your head and over your eyes from behind. I knotted it so it wouldn’t come loose and made sure that you were not able to see what was to come.

Almost instantaneously your other senses started to take hold and you noticed the heightened smells, sounds, and touch. I took your hands and walked you a short distance across the floor until we stopped. You felt the soft bindings of the silk rope as I placed them around your wrists and gently tied you; lifting your hands into the air. You now remembered in your minds eye what you saw on the ceiling as you walked into the room; a ring where your bindings now found themselves tied securely.

You tested out your new confinement and moved up and down and side to side noticing that you could squat down toward the floor, but your knees were not able to touch. You put more weight downward and your arms started to ache slightly; still not able to reach the floor with your knees. A humming sound started abruptly and you realized that the object on the floor as you entered was a penis shaped vibrator. As you lowered yourself; pulling on your arms to reach it with your thighs and maybe eventually your pussy, all you could feel was the slightest movement of air between your legs. You could feel it with your thighs, but couldn’t get low enough to touch yourself.

My hands reached out under your arms and helped you upward as you pushed off the floor. I raised your linen skirt and slowly pulled off your white silk panties, which gave you away. Your excitement was already evident by the wetness that had soaked into them; the soft aroma of your juices starting to fill the room. You felt me approach you from the front as I unbuttoned your blouse and removed your bra…the soft feel of the silk blouse gently teasing your nipples as they became more firm. You heard the familiar sound of a zipper and the noise that comes from fabric moving along skin as my pants dropped to the floor. As I moved closer to you my aroma started to fill your nostrils and you became more exited thinking about taking my cock into your mouth.

You were now able to feel the tip of my cock push up against your chin and you tried to move downward to take me into your mouth; but your bonds held you from lowering yourself. As you tried to move forward they raised you upward and my cock slipped lower from your reach. Your tongue found my end and started to lick on me and taste the fluid dripping out…you so wanted to take me all the way into your mouth with deep longing strokes. You pulled further down as you felt the pain in your arms and could move just slightly forward taking an inch or so into your mouth; but it was not sustainable and you had to move backward and release the pressure on your arms. You sunk back down and were reminded again of the vibrator between your legs; and you stretched downward again enough to feel it gently moving across your lips; but you couldn’t get down far enough to pleasure yourself; to have it touch your clit…the phallic object below you was becoming soaked as each drip, drip, drip ran down the sides. Your frustration mounted wanting to either suck my cock or fuck yourself with the dildo and it showed in the uncomfortable movements you were now making while hanging from the ceiling.

I reached up and loosened your bindings as I knelt down in front of you. Taking your head in my hands I pushed my cock into your mouth as you sank down on the vibrating dildo, taking both in as far as you could…your senses becoming overwhelmed as you moved from frustration to satisfaction…each movement opening further as my cock and your new found fuck toy moved deeper and deeper into your orifices. As you sucked my cock your pussy moved up and down on the dildo in synchronous actions; one matching the other as you went deeper and faster on each thrust; your hips now fucking wildly as my cock penetrated your mouth to the back of your throat…the taste of my cum beginning to drip inside of you and developing a lather in your mouth much like a horse having been run. As the moans and sounds emerging from your mouth indicated you being on the brink of cumming, I removed my cock from your mouth and quickly pulled you back up to your original position with the silk ropes; the dildo popping from your pussy as you anticipated exploding…but not just yet.

As I moved behind you I bent you over and took my hand and moved your lubricant to your ass and slowly pushed the now released dildo inside of you. You let your body drop as far as you could go with your hands still tied and pushed your buttocks up in the air as far as you could; pushing back towards me as I slowly slid it into your asshole. Your tightness quickly changed and within minutes you were grinding your ass back and forth enjoying the pleasure…and then firmly I thrust my cock inside of your wet pussy. One arm was wrapped around your waist pulling you closer as I thrust inside of you and one hand holding the end of the dildo against my belly so it moved in and out of you in rhythm with my pumping. Faster and faster as the feeling of both objects penetrating you took you over the edge as your cunt tightened up around my cock and your entire body began to shiver; anticipating the orgasm you were about to experience. The tremors in your body changed to jerks as you spasmodically tried to fuck my cock and the dildo harder and harder…needing every last bit that you could muster up.

As your orgasm started to settle I untied you and let you drape to the floor; still off balance from the involuntary contraction of your muscles. Still reeling from the orgasm I lifted you up on all fours and lie down beneath you taking your pussy in my mouth, licking it, sucking on your clit; the dildo still buried deep within you. Blindfolded you worked your way around and took my cock back into your mouth and began frantically sucking me off and stroking me at the same time. My hand moved the dildo in and out of your ass as my lips devoured your lips; my tongue pushing hard against your swollen pussy; my nose against your clit; lapping you and licking you; fucking you with my tongue, my nose and the dildo. You took my cock into your throat as I started to pump upward to meet your thrusts…the movement and sounds in the room overtook both of us as I released my load within you; the taste sending you over the edge again as you humped me and came across my face.

Exhausted, sweaty and wet we lay there, my belly to your back, gently stroking each other as we caught our breath; still blindfolded…anticipating what might happen next.

Josh walked in the door and waited. He didn’t hear anything, so he called out to Emma.

“Emma, come out here.” He called

Emma walked out to the living room wearing black pants and a long sleeve blue shirt. She smiled at josh and mumbled a weak greeting. He looked at her and frowned.

“Is that how you greet your master?” He asked her.

“No.” She replied.

“Then why are you still standing here?” He asked her angrily.

Emma looked sheepishly down at her feet and turned around and shuffled down the hall to her room. She changed her clothes in a hurry. She put on her really short lingerie skirt and the matching bra. She was about to put on the matching thong when Josh came up behind her and grabbed the thong from her hand.

“As a punishment for not being properly dressed to greet me, you lose your privilege to wear underwear for the rest of the evening.” He told her as he turned to walk of the room.

“Oh,” he said, “I would like a drink in the living room.”

Emma went to the kitchen to fetch him a drink. She didn’t want to anger him anymore than she already had. She knew that later she would suffer the consequences of not greeting him at the door, wearing proper attire and not calling him Master. She took the drink to the living room where she found Josh sitting on the recliner waiting for her.

“Here is your drink” Emma said.

“Excuse me slut, is that how you address me?” Josh demanded.

Emma looked down at the floor, knowing that she had made her Master angry again for the second time in such a short time. She knew that her punishment was going to be severe.

“I... I’m sorry, Master. Here is you drink, Master, is what I meant.” Emma stammered.

Josh looked at her and smiled. Emma knew what he was about to tell her before he even said anything.

“Good little slut. Now, you are to go to the bedroom and get my whip. As you know, you will have to be punished for disobeying and disrespecting me.” Josh said sternly.

Emma turned and slowly walked out of the room. She walked down the hall to the bedroom and bent down and reached for the whip that was sitting behind the bed. She stood back up but didn’t move yet. She stood there thinking about the punishments that she was about to receive, knowing all to well that if she would start listening more that she would not get so many punishments. Then her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Josh screaming for her.

“EMMA!” He screamed.

Emma stopped thinking abruptly and returned to the living room as fast as she could. Josh was now standing in the middle of the room awaiting her return. She stopped in front of him and promptly knelt down holding the whip in her lap looking down at it.

“Well I was just going to have you lean over the couch so that I could whip you for your lack of greeting and then for forgetting to call me master. Then when asked to get my whip you took to long to bring it out to me. For that you are to go outside and stand facing the wall, hands up against the wall, legs spread. You are not to ask question, or speak unless I give you permission or ask you a direct question.” He explained, motioning for her to follow him outside.

When they got outside, Josh pushed Emma towards the wall. Taking the whip in his right hand he started whipping her harder than he had the last few times she had needed punishing, hoping that this time the punishment may stick with her and make her learn to be obedient. He started out whipping only her ass, but then decided to whip her other places to help make the whipping more severe so that she won’t forget. He whipped the back of her thighs and her back. He whipped her for a few minutes then stopped. Thought about it and decided to make it last longer. He whipped her for another good 5 minutes, making sure her ass and back was red.

“Okay Slut, you may go inside and sit your ass on the couch until I come in and tell you otherwise.” He said sounding satisfied.

Josh followed inside behind her and while she went to sit on the couch he sat the whip down on the table and then decided to sit on the couch beside her.

“Is there anything that I can do for you Master?” Emma asked hoping to somewhat redeem herself to him.

“As a matter of fact, yes, you can massage my back slave.” Josh replied.

Emma got up and moved so that Josh had room to lie down on the couch. She then sat down on top of his lower back and started massaging his back. She continued to massage his back for what seemed like hours but was really only a few minutes. After awhile she had to get up to use the bathroom so she started to get up. Josh grabbed Emma’s hair and pulled her back towards him, making her grimace.

“Where do you think you are going Slut?” Josh demanded.

“I have to use the bathroom Master.” She responded.

“You are to ask permission before you do anything. You are to hurry up, you have one minute to get back here. Your outfit is teasing me and I want my cock buried deep inside you.” He told her.

She started to pull away protesting, when he pulled on her hair harder.

“I don’t care what you want. You are available to me whenever I want, and now is when I want you. If you don’t hurry up, you will run out of bathroom time, I have already begun counting.” He said, letting go of her hair.

Emma hurried off down the hall to get back to him before her time limit was up. She made it back to him with only a couple of seconds left. She was pleased. She really didn’t want to upset her master anymore than she already had.

“On your knees Slut, and suck my cock.” He instructed her.

She hesitated not sure she really wanted to. He grabbed her hair and pushed her down and was close to making her gag on his cock.

“Please, don’t make me!” She begged him.

She tried pulling back but he had to tight of a grip on her hair for her to move. He then pushed her all the way down to the ground and let go of her hair. She started to crawl backwards and he pulled her back to him. She was having a very hard time pleasing her Master today.

“Slut, you need to be punished again. You are not learning your place very well. Maybe I should make this punishment something you will never forget. Go to your room and lay face down on the bed.” He demanded of her.

She went to her room, thinking the whole way there, if I could just obey my Master, these punishments would end. When she got to the bedroom she laid face down on the bed and buried her face into her pillows. He came in behind her and tied her hands to the side of the bed. Then he spread her legs and tied them apart so she couldn’t wiggle around. Taking a rope that had been laid between the mattress and box spring, brought it up and tied it across her back to help hold her down.

“Do you know why you are being punished, Slut?” Josh asked.

“Yes,” she quietly answered.

“Yes what?” Josh demanded.

“Yes, Master.” Emma replied.

“Then why is it you are being punished?” He asked.

“I was being disobedient and disrespectful again, I also pulled away from you.” She responded.

Josh smiled knowing that she knew exactly what she had done wrong. Just for that reason he was going to make this punishment worse than he had originally planned to. He took his whip and started to gently whip her ass with it. He continued for several minutes alternating between whipping her back and her ass. After a few minutes he started to whip her a bit harder.

“Are you going to be good now?” Josh asked her.

“Yes, I will be good.” She replied.

He smiled and used his hand to slap her ass a few times really hard making her grimace.

“What are you?” He demanded.

She buried her head farther into her pillows and ignored his question. He asked his question two more times and still got no response. He then decided the whip and his hand weren’t enough. He got up and grabbed for his flat whip that is a lot more painful. He whipped her with it a couple of times really hard, almost bringing her to tears.

“Now, are you going to answer me?” He asked her sternly.

“Your little Slut.” She replied in a quiet and meek little voice.

“Good Girl. Now let’s see if you have learned how to listen yet.” He said.

He used his regular whip on her a few last times, making sure they were really hard. He stopped but then decided one last time that, that wasn’t enough. So, he began to spank her with his hand hard enough to bring her close to tears. He kept that going until she had tears in her eyes and then stopped. He untied her and helped her up off of the bed. He led her back to the living room where he made her lay down on the ground on her back.

“Don’t move.” He ordered.

Emma laid there while Josh proceeded to unhook and take off her bra. He then started to gently bite and suck on her nipples. She moaned and tried pushing him away.

“I told you not to move, Slut! You are at my mercy to do what I want with.” He stated.

He continued to tease her nipples with his tongue and teeth. He slid his hand down her stomach to her aching pussy to feel how wet she had become.

“Mmmm… You are really wet, good. I’m going to fuck you now.” He whispered into her ear.

He slid his hand back up her stomach and placed it beside her head and slowly slid his throbbing hard cock inside her dripping wet pussy. He started out slowly and then just started pounding her harder and faster until he cam with great intensity. As he pulled out, Emma grabbed a tissue from the near by table and wiped him off and started stroking his cock until she made it hard again. Then she shoved his cock back inside her aching pussy.

“Make me cum! I need to cum badly!” Emma cried!

“My Slut wants to cum?” Josh taunted.

He continued to fuck her for awhile in which she still hadn’t cum yet.

“Does my Slut still want to cum bad?” He taunted some more.

“Yes!!” She screamed.

“Well get up and go get your vibrator and bring it to me.” He said.

Emma got up and ran to her room and grabbed her vibrator and returned and handed it to him. When she returned he was in the process of getting dressed.

“Follow me, Slut.” He said.

He led her outside to his car, which had been backed into the driveway.

“Face my car, legs spread, hands on the trunk.” He told her.

She did as she was told, though it was a little cold out and she was embarrassed that people may be able to see her.

“Now take one of your hands and use your vibrator and make yourself cum 3 times.” He demanded.

“Do I have to?” She shyly asked.

“Do NOT question me, SLUT!” He yelled at her.

He held up the whip for her to see that he wasn’t going to tolerate any nonsense. He then handed her vibrator to her and stood back watching her. She was doing as she had been told to do, but he decided he was going to whip her anyways. He then began to whip her the entire time she was standing there and he whipped her the hardest when she was cumming. When she was finished he led her back into the house and had her sit on the couch. Emma slowly sat down ass it was hard, thanks to her throbbing red and sore ass.

“Do you know why I whipped you out there?” Josh asked her.

“No.” she replied.

“Simply to just show you who your Master is.” He responded.

I was born to serve my Lord and Master it is what I was born to do. Like my father and his father before him. I do so with joy in my heart for nothing makes me happier then to know I have served my Master well.

My Lord’s manor was the largest in the region, having amassed much wealth and power. He was even well respected and known among the other Lords of the country.

It was late in the season and my Lord wanted me to check the fence line around the pastures, making sure there were no breaks and mend them before winter set in. I was glad to do this as this was also the time of the Hunt; when the other Lords and Ladies came from all over to participate in the fox hunt here at the manor. The commotion that went on at this time was incredible so I was glad to be tending to this job.

The day was peaceful and the sun shone bright as I walked the fence line. I could hear the hounds in the distance as the hunt was now in progress. I daydreamed about the festivities that would ensue when the hunt was over and how the lucky one who gets the fox would be celebrated.

It wasn’t long before I was shook from my dream as I heard the sound of the hounds coming closer, why I could even hear the thunder of the horse’s hoofs. I turned and could see the hunt pack across the field and they were headed right in my direction.

The hounds had picked up the scent of the fox and were baying and howling as they ran ahead of the horsemen. As the pack grew closer I could see that my Master was leading the hunt. The dogs turned following the scent and were now heading in my direction, the huntsmen right behind them.

The pack grew closer, the dogs now scrambling under the fence, barking and baying, the horses leaping over the fence right behind. There was one horse, every time the Lady tried to get him over the fence, the horse would rear up and refuse to make the jump. The rest of the pack was moving off quickly in hot pursuit of the fox.

I offered to let her through a gate that was close by and she would still have time to catch up with the others. She looked at me her eyes sharp and piercing, “Yes, that will be fine,” was all she said.

I began leading the horse to the gate, the Lady was surely of high breeding; her saddle was made of the finest leather, her clothes were not store bought but tailor made. She carried a riding crop, which had a bone handle, craved as only the finest artisans are capable of.

Making small talk as to the mild weather we were having and how good that has been since it gave us extra time to bring in the crops before the winter. We made it to the gate in no time and she had not made a single sound the whole time, just riding behind me. As I went to open the gate for her to pass, she bade me to stop and dismounted her horse.

She walked up to me, looking me down as she spoke, “You know your place servant, it is to serve; and I require that you serve me now.”

“Yes, m’Lady,” I said with a hoarse voice.

She turned back to her horse and opened a saddlebag, pulling out what looked to be a bridle and reins, but oddly the bridle did not look as to be made for a horse. She walked back towards me with it in her hand and held it out to me. “Put this on,” she said.

“M’Lady, I would be glad to do what bidding you are in need of but I have my duties to my Master.”

My head snapped back as her riding crop connected with my head. My ears ringing I could barely hear her telling me to put it on or my Master would hear how I had dishonored her and surely he would beat me far worse then she could.

I reached out for the leather straps and as I held it in my hands I could now see it better. It indeed was a bridle, but not one made for a horse. The bridle complete with bit, was made to fit a man’s head. I began working the straps over my head, taking the bridle in my mouth, she came up behind me and cinched down the straps fitting it tightly to me.

Once the bridle was on, she bade me to go to the ground on my hands and knees, I must have moved to slowly for she cracked me once again with the crop. Now on the ground as she had commanded, she gathered up the reins and mounted my back as I was her horse.

She leaned down towards me head “You will serve me as my beast of burden, you were born to serve and so you shall serve my desires” she said.

Her spurs dug sharply into my thighs, her crop over and over landing squarely on my flanks. “M’Lady, please I beg of you, how am I to explain to my Master how I came about such injuries?” She paid no head to my cries; this only seemed to incense her and drove her to dig the spurs in harder.

After several minutes of carrying her around in this fashion she seemed satisfied and ordered me to stop. She dismounted me and walked back to her horse, again reaching into the saddlebag; this time she pulled out several long leather straps.

She walked back and ordered me to sit on the ground against the fence. I wasted not time doing as I was told, not wanting to feel the sharp sting of the riding crop again. Using one of the straps she bound my feet together. She then had me put my arms behind me over the bottom rail of the fence and tied them together. Then as to be sure I could not move or run she used the last strap to fasten to the straps binding my hands and circle my waist, so I was firmly pinned to the fence.

She now stood before and reached down and began undoing her boots, once they were off she unbuckled her riding slacks and removed them. She now stood before me bare of any clothing from the waist down. “Now you will satisfy me in others ways servant” she said.

I started to protest but was barely able to get a word out of my mouth when her hand cracked down the riding crop across my thigh. The pain nearly blinded me and sent my head reeling.

She was now standing over me; she reached her hands to the top rail of the fence, lifted a leg and put it over the top of the bottom rail. The did the same with her other leg, holding on with both hands she lowered herself down a bit till she was now straddling my head with her womanhood right in my face.

“You will use that tongue of yours for another purpose then talking.”

I again started to protest but instead of hitting me this time, she used her legs, from the vantage point she had over me and gripped me like she was riding her horse. I couldn’t move, and I could barely breathe since her legs pinching me as they were drew me tight against her womanhood.

My senses were filled with her deep musky scent; slowly my tongue parted her folds and was greeted by a warm moistness. Upwards I went and I came upon her upper folds, she quivered at the touch of my tongue to it. I concentrated there working my tongue in quick hard flicks; she tightened her grip with her legs even more, locking me in that position.

Working my tongue ever so feverishly trying to please m’Lady, and hoping to come to no further harm myself, I continued my ministrations. I felt her shift against me, her legs now completely off the ground her head flung back while holding the upper rail. She was now even moister then when I first began, I felt a quiver run through her legs and a loud moan escaped from her lips, this so startled me so, that I paused for a brief second.

“No, continue,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

Not wanting to further anger her I did as she asked. Within moments she was screaming as such I feared the hunt pack might hear her and come back to she what had happened. Being the good servant I am though I continued as told.

Her legs released their grip on me and she pulled herself back off me, now once again standing over me.

“Very good servant,” she said as she turned and moved away. She walked to her clothes and began putting them back on. Once she was fully dressed, she came back to me and released me from my binds; although I was still to shaken to move much less stand up.

Packing everything back into her saddlebags, she mounted her horse gave me a quick glance and rode off through the fence to catch up with the rest of the pack. I watched her till she was almost out of sight into the woods, brushed myself off, and checked for any bruises that I might have a hard time explaining to my Lord and Master.

And so it was that I went back to walking the fence line looking for breaks; minding my Lord and Master’s estate, as my father did and his father before him.

“You could always be my slave this weekend,” a male voice said from behind.

Cerys turned around, startled, as she switched off her mobile phone. It was Karl, the company’s systems analyst. She smiled. “No thanks I’m not into that!” she told him.

She had forgotten that he was in the room. Karl must have overheard her conversation with her fiancé, Paul. Last weekend he had invited some of his mates round and they had spent most of the time watching football, eating pizzas and drinking wine and beer. Cerys had spent the whole weekend cleaning up after them. Paul had just told her that they would be coming around again next weekend and she had told him straight ‘If you think I am going to be your slave again this weekend you can think again!’

Karl stood beside her and leant over her desk at her side. “You never know you might enjoy it!”

Karl was into BDSM. Most of the office staff knew; he made no secret of his fetish. He once had a young female assistant whom he often referred to as his slave. Some of the staff was a little wary of him; some thought he was a weirdo but Cerys got on well with him. As head of Accounts she had got to know him quite well over the last while. A new computer system had been installed and as with most systems in the early stages there had been lots of teething problems. Karl had spent more time in her office than any other over the last while.

Cerys smiled as she shook her head.

“Being my slave doesn’t mean you will be treated as a scivvy. I look after my slaves and treat them well!” he told her.

“It’s not my scene Karl,” she responded.

“And being treated like a scivvy is?” he asked, “From the sound of it you are there just to cook and clean after him and provide sex!”

“That’s enough Karl!” she snapped.

He stepped away and returned to computer he had been working on. She was annoyed at him but he was right. This last while it had seemed just like that. She had been waiting for him to set a date for the marriage since he moved in with her almost a year ago but talk of marriage had become almost non-existent. This last while she had just felt used. “I’m sorry for shouting at you” she said apologetically.

“That’s okay. I spoke out of turn,” he replied.

She shook her head. “No you were right.”

“Well no one else can make the decision for you about the problem that has obviously been on your mind this last while,” he told her.

He was right again of course, as well as intuitive. Maybe it was time to make a change. “Maybe a break away to think things over is what I need!” she said out loud.

“Maybe,” he responded.

“But not as a slave!” she laughed.

He turned and put his arm around the back of her chair. “I think you would enjoy it,” he said quietly. “I have been into this for almost 20 years and I know a Sub when I see one, believe me!”

“But…but you hardly know me!” she replied.

He leaned closer to her. “Okay then,” he said to her. “I bet that when it comes to sex it’s you who has to make all the running; take the initiative and do the leading, when all along you cry out for a real man to come along and take control?”

Cerys said nothing. He was right of course, again! But she was not going to discuss such intimacies with a man she hardly knew. He waited for a response for a few moments then stood up.

“The offer is there if you want to explore and find the real you!” he told her.

Their discussion reverberated round her mind for days afterwards and the more she thought about her relationship with Paul the more discontent she grew. Of course it didn’t help matters by Paul talking non stop about the football competition that was taking place. She also thought about Karl’s proposal. BDSM was never something that she had given much thought too, and certainly, at 40 and almost 13 years her senior, Karl was not of physical interest to her. Not that he wasn’t attractive, because he was, and he also had that ruggedness about him that she found attractive in a man. But she did need a man who was younger and who would take control.

It was on the Thursday morning that Karl had to come to fix another computer problem and she found herself talking to him again. That morning she and Paul had argued again about the weekend and she had told him that she was going away. She had no intention of doing so at the time but when he seemed as though he couldn’t care less she telephoned her sister and arranged to visit her. She told Karl.

“Taking the soft option hey!” he joked.

She smiled “I told you, it’s not my scene!”

“And I told you, you don’t know until you try!” he responded.

“So what happens then in these relationships?” she found herself asking.

“Much too long and involved to go into just now,” he replied as he worked away.

“So it’s all about sex and pain then?” she asked him.

He moved to her desk and knelt down so that he could speak quietly. “It’s not just about sexual pleasure, although that is part of it. Neither is it just about pain, even though that can be part of it in varying degrees. It’s about the bond of control and trust between two people,” he told her. “The Domme is in control of the Sub, who puts her trust in him. The Domme honours that trust and uses his experience to bring out the best in the Sub to attain the ultimate sexual satisfaction for them both.”

“I see,” she responded quietly. “And if, say, I became your Sub there would be sex and pain etc involved?” she asked.

“If you came to be my Sub”, he told her, “You would be coming to hand control of your body and soul over to me!” he told her.

Cerys said nothing as she stared at her desk. “I need to know what would be expected of me?” she said softly.

“You would be expected to say ‘yes’ to everything I told you to do,” he replied.

“That’s…….that’s a lot to ask of a girl who hardly knows you!”

“I know,” he replied. “But that is part of the excitement. You don’t know what I would ask of you and how much of yourself I would expect you to give!”

She gulped as he rose from her side. “You wouldn’t tell anyone else if I came would you?” she asked him.

“Tell anybody else about what?” he asked her.

“This weekend.”

“What weekend?” he asked with a smile.

She returned his smile with relief.

“I told you,” he said as he turned to her. “It’s about trust. What we do remains between us!”

She sat silently for a few minutes as he finished his work. “Then can I come this weekend?” she asked him quietly.

“Of course you can,” he told her. “But…..but be sure it’s something you want to do. You will be mine from the moment you cross my doorstep on Friday night until you leave on Monday morning. Mine to do with as I please. I do promise of course that I will not do anything to bring you harm or injury, physical and mental; nothing that contravenes the law; and nothing that would be considered a depraved act. Apart from that you can expect anything and everything.”

Cerys watched as he walked away. Suddenly she became aware of the dampness in her panties. She felt embarrassed with her condition but she also felt excited. No one had ever made her feel this way before. Suddenly she felt alive.
************


Cerys took a deep breath as she rang Karl’s doorbell that Friday evening. She was very nervous and also very excited. She and Karl had not spoken since that last conversation the day before. They had seen each other course but it had only been in passing. Karl was like her, professional. Although she had already made her mind up to see Karl she would have changed it had Paul’s attitude towards her been different these last two days. Paul just seemed happy to be spending the weekend without her and with his mates. There was more than a hint of anger about her as she packed her case that evening. She had of course telephoned her sister to explain that she would not be coming but that she needed her to cover for her. She understood, Cerys had covered for her on several occasions since her marriage.

Karl smiled as he greeted her on the doorstep. “Come in,” he told her. He took the small suitcase from her and put it down in the hallway before inviting her into the lounge. “I take it you could do with a drink?”

“Please,” she replied nervously.

She opted for a large glass of wine and nervously took it from him. He noticed that her hand was shaking and held it for a moment. “No need to be nervous!” he told her.

“I am,” she told him. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she told him.

“That is what is going to make this weekend interesting,” he told her.

Karl didn’t take a drink but instead waited patiently for her to finish her wine before asking her if she was ready. She gave a nervous smile and said ‘yes’, before following him out of the lounge and up the stairs. Karl carried her suitcase up the stairs and showed her into the bedroom. It was a large room with a large four poster bed. Cerys noticed the items of clothing on the bed, a black basque and a pair of black stockings. She also noticed the black leather paddle and studded restraint cuffs. There was also a black leather studded collar.

“I would like you to change into this,” he told her pointing to the basque. “That and the stockings”.

“No dress…..no knickers?” she asked him.

“No!” he replied sharply.

“I see,” she sighed.

“You can put all your clothes in the wardrobe,” he said walking over and opening its door. “The suitcase will fit in there as well. There is a shelf to put your handbag on and a drawer for your jewellery and your watch. I don’t want you to have anything on your body other that what I have pointed to on the bed!”

“Oh,” she sighed.

“This is the en-suite bathroom,” he told her as he guided her inside.

Cerys was impressed with the cleanliness and somewhat surprised that a man could leave a bathroom so clean and tidy. She noticed the white towel with a disposal razor on the chair. “That is just in case you have any body hair that needs removing!” he told her as he pointed to it “Apart from head hair of course!”

Cerys’ face flushed with embarrassment.

“Well I will leave you to it,” he told her as he stepped into the bedroom. “I will expect you downstairs in, say, half an hour wearing just what I have told you. When you come down I want you to knock on the lounge door and kneel and wait,” he added.

Cerys watched in astonishment as he opened the door to leave. “Oh,” he turned and said. “Bring the collar with you and lock the wardrobe and bring the key with you as well.”

Cerys sat on the bed for a moment wondering what she had let herself in for. It briefly crossed her mind to run off back to Paul but she knew he didn’t really want her. Karl did. Whatever he had in store for her this weekend he was taking the time and trouble to be with her. Taking a deep breath she stood up and started to undress. Skirt, blouse, bra, tights, panties and shoes all came off. She put them away in the wardrobe along with her suitcase and handbag. She started to close the door when she remembered her jewellery, a necklace, a bracelet, watch and dress ring. There was also her engagement ring. She looked at it for a moment reflecting on her relationship with Paul before sliding it off her finger.

The next stop was the bathroom to shave her pubic hair. Paul had often asked her to shave but she had always refused. She had never liked the idea of being hairless again as she was in her days before puberty. There was something very personal and intimate about having pubic hair. Fifteen minutes later though she was shorn and slipping into the basque. She was amazed how Karl knew that she was a size 10 and had 36C breasts. He must have been observing her more than she realised.

Once she had dressed she stood and looked at her reflection in the dressing table mirror. She looked like a whore. She felt like a whore. She was a whore to be doing what she was doing. After giving her long dark hair a few strokes of the brush she locked up the wardrobe and then picked up the collar off the bed. It was then that she noticed the writing on the collar. The words were spelled out in small silver studs. They said “Cerys the Slut,” she smiled. The words said it all.

Karl kept her waiting for five minutes before he opened the door to her. “Come in,” he told her.

She followed him in and sat down on the settee when he pointed to it. He didn’t offer her a drink this time as he sat next to her with a glass in his hand. “Collar and key please,” he said.

He put the key in his pocket and held the collar in his hand. “You have read the words,” he said.

Cerys nodded.

“Are they a fair summary?”

She shook her head.

“I think they are Cerys. I think you are a slut. Take a look at yourself. I think you are perhaps the biggest slut I have ever set eyes on!”

His words were cruel but they excited her. No man had ever spoken like that to her and if they had she would have slapped them hard. But he was different. His words were almost like a hot throbbing penis slipping inside her.” I will ask you again Cerys,” he said. “Are you a slut?”

This time she nodded and mouthed a quiet ‘yes’.

“What was that Cerys?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I am a slut.”

“That’s better. We have to honest with each other this weekend and the first thing we must get out of the way is that you are a slut. FACT!”

She felt a shiver of excitement running through her body.

“Now let’s put it on you,” he said as he held it against her throat.

Moments later it was fastened around her neck. “The next thing we must get out of the way is the fact that I am your Master and you will address me as Master all the time. Is that understood?”

“Yes Master,” she responded.

“Good. I will address you as Slut and you will address me as Master. Understood, Slut!”

“Yes Master,” she responded.

He reached for his glass and took a large sip before placing it down again. “Are the clothes comfortable?” he asked her.

“Yes Master,” she replied. “Not what I am used to wearing Master!”

“Well that is all you will be wearing this weekend Slut,” he told her. “There are plenty of spare sets of stockings so I don’t want to see any with ladders in. I like my sluts to be presentable!”

“Yes Master.”

“Now then some more protocols,” he said. “Firstly, you will always keep your head bowed in my presence. A slave never looks a Master in the eye unless specifically asked to. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“It is a shameful thing to be a slave and you must be honest and show your shame,” he told her. “Are you ashamed Slut?”

“Yes Master.”

“Secondly, when you are sat in my presence you sit with your legs wide apart.”

Cerys started to part her legs. “Wider!” he told her.

She parted them wider but he wanted them even wider. “That’s better,” he told her.

Her face was flushed and her head quite bowed. Karl brushed her hair back. “It must be very embarrassing sitting like this Cerys.”

“Very, Master,” she said quietly.

“Bet you have never sat like that in front of a man before have you?”

Cerys shook her head. “Never Master.”

He brushed her hair back again. “I think that before you leave here Monday morning you will have done many, many things that you have never done before Cerys!”

Cerys made no response to his remarks but she knew that he was right. She felt like putty in his hands and she wondered just what he would make her do next. “You have lovely breasts Cerys and a nice cunt!” he suddenly said, as his hand slid between her legs.

She shivered as his fingers made contact with her mound. “By the way you know that this belongs to me, don’t you Cerys?”

She nodded.

“And these,” he said as he cupped her breast.

“This and your ass belong to me also” he told her as he ran a finger over her lips. “They are mine to use and I will be using them this weekend Cerys my slut!” he said as he ran his hand down to her mound again.

Cerys made no response.

“You are looking forward to me fucking you this weekend aren’t you Cerys?” he asked her as his finger slipped inside her. She was wet, very wet.

“Yes Master,” she said with a soft moan.

“I want to hear you say it Cerys. I want to hear you asking me to fuck you this weekend!”

“Yes Master I do want you to fuck me this weekend. I want you to use me like a whore. I want to be fucked like a slut Master,” she found herself telling him.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said as he stood up.

“Now on your knees whore and show me how good you are at sucking cock.”

Cerys was quickly on her knees and reaching up to his belt buckle. “You may look at me while you suck my cock,” he told her.

Cerys had never really liked giving oral sex. She had done it to Paul on a few occasions to please him but she hated the taste of cock and she hated even more the taste of male semen. But she found a sudden eagerness within to suck her Master. She tugged his trousers down to his knees and then slipped her hand inside his boxer shorts to lift his erection free as she pulled them down. She was taken aback by his size and thickness. “You are very big Master,” she told him as she opened her mouth to take him.

He said nothing as he put his hands around the back of her head and pulled her against him. Even though she was inexperienced she found herself instinctively moving her hand up and down his shaft as she used her tongue on the thick round head of his cock. She could taste his precum and this inspired her to move her hand even faster. “Ooooh that’s nice my slut,” he told her.

Cerys looked up at him and saw the pleasure on his face. “Cum Master give me your seed,” she found herself saying.

Karl enjoyed her eagerness and reached down to her free hand guided it to his scrotum. Cerys responded by cupping in her hand as she increased her hand strokes of his shaft. Moments later she felt his scrotum jerk in her hand and as he groaned loudly his cum began filling her mouth. Cerys swallowed every drop and sucked his cock clean.

He kissed her and thanked her and then told her follow him as he headed back up stairs. She stood by the bed watching as he unbuckled the wrists restraints. Instinctively she held out her hands for him to fit them. He said nothing as he fastened them tightly and guided her to the rear of the bed between the two posts. It was then she noticed the two pieces of thick cord hanging down from the top of the posts. Again, instinctively she raised her arms and allowed him to fasten the cords to the restraints. Minutes later she was firmly secure and standing between the posts with arms stretched.

She looked on as he went to the side of the bed and picked up the leather paddle. A shiver of excitement ran through her body. “I take it you know what’s coming next?” he said.

“Yes Master. You are going to beat me.”

He stood behind her and ran the paddle down her back to her bottom. “We need to establish the firmness of the Master/Slut relationship I’m afraid Cerys. You need to understand the consequences of being disobedient and how you will be punished,” he said to her.

“I understand Master.”

He stroked her cheek. I’m glad you understand Cerys. This will be painful for you but it’s something that must be done.”

“I know Master, but don’t spare my feelings. I…I want you to be severe with me,” her words surprised him

“I will be severe Cerys. After each stroke I expect you to say thank you,” he told her as he rubbed the paddle over the taut flesh of her bottom.

“I will Master.”

He teased her at first, rubbing the paddle across her cheeks and giving a couple of light taps, and then just as she started to relax he brought his hand back quickly and suddenly hit her hard. She screamed out and leapt into the air rocking the bed. “Thank you Master,” she said breathlessly.

He hit her again bringing the same response. Her bottom was visibly red now and he could see that she was in pain. However this did not deter him. He gave her four more strokes in quick succession. They were very hard and Cerys was now crying. He stood by her side and ran a finger through the tears streaming down her face. “I am sorry to have hurt you Cerys but it had to be done,” he said as he kissed her.

“I understand Master but please don’t stop,” she found herself saying. Her bottom stung but she could feel her juices between her thighs. She had never felt as horny as this before.

“I think six is enough for now Cerys,” he told her.

“I thought….I thought you would be firmer with me Master!”

His nostrils flared at the challenge. He picked up the paddle and stood behind her and gave her six more in quick succession. She screamed, she bucked and writhed against the bed. But he was merciless. When he had finished she was sobbing profusely. Her bottom was not only red but also bruised. She also very wet. He noticed it as he stroked her bottom. She groaned as he slid his fingers between her wet thighs. “Fuck me Master. Please fuck me,” she said still sobbing from the pain.

Karl wasted no time in getting out of his trousers. Cerys could feel his erection pressing against her back as he untied her wrists. When her hands fell free she turned and fell back onto the bed with her knees raised and legs wide apart. He didn’t need a second invitation as he climbed between her legs and felt her eager hand reaching for him and guiding him into her. “Come on fuck me Master. Fuck your filthy whore!”

Her language shocked even Cerys herself. Never had she spoken to a man like that. Never had she behaved like she was doing with a man before. Never had she felt so sexually charged before. “That’s it fuck me,” she whispered in his ear as he began his hard rhythmic thrusts inside her. “Come on Master it’s your cunt use it. Use me Master!”

Karl groaned at her language. She was driving him wild with her sexual abandonment to him. He wanted to hold back. He wanted to savour his fucking but she wouldn’t let him. “Tell me what a filthy whore I am Master. Tell me what a slut I am!”

He started to tell her but couldn’t get the words out as his cum shot inside her.

They lay for a while afterwards in one another arms. “So this is BDSM!” she said with a smile as he stirred beside her.

“Well this is part and parcel of it,” he told her. “And what do you think of it so far?”

“I….I don’t think I could really put into words how I feel now. But I have never felt as alive as this before. No man has ever touched me the way you have,” she replied.

He kissed her. “Well there is a lot more to come Cerys,” he told her.

“I know. Just lead on Master,” she told him as she kissed him again.

“Well I think its’ food time,” he said as he climbed off the bed. “Do you like Chinese?”

“Hmm love it,” she told him.

Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. It was the delivery of the Chinese take away. Karl got up from the table they were sitting at enjoying a glass of wine and took some money from his wallet. “Tell him to keep the change,” he told her.

She held the money in her hand with a look of disbelief on her face. “You want me to go like this?” she asked him.

“I want you to be obedient to your Master, Cerys,” he responded.

“Yes Master,” she sighed as she walked away.

She hesitated for a moment at the door. As the bell rang again she opened it. She just looked at the floor as she took the bag from the driver and handed over the money. She didn’t see the look of disbelief on the driver’s face; she didn’t see the shaking hand that nearly dropped the bag. She heard his stuttering words of ‘Thank You’ though and she felt his staring eyes burning her crotch. She also felt her shame.

“Was that an ordeal for you?” Karl asked her as they sat down to eat.

“It was Master,” she told him.

He touched her hand. “There will be more to come this weekend,” he told her.

“What else have you got planned Master?” she asked him.

“I have some friends of mine, two couples, coming for dinner tomorrow night!” he told her.

“Will I be dressed like this Master?” she asked him.

“You will and you will prepare and serve the food as well as serve drinks.”

Cerys was silent for a few minutes. “Will I be expected to fuck anyone Master?” she asked.

“You will be expected to be obedient Cerys,” he told her.

“Yes Master,” she responded quietly.

“But to answer your question in general I very rarely refuse a friend if they request the sexual pleasure of one of my slaves,” he told her. “A true friend shares his possessions with his friends. And I consider myself a true friend!”

Cerys reflected silently on what he had told her. Before Paul there had only ever been two other lovers and both had been long term relationships. A few hours ago she had been what her Mum would have described as a ‘good decent girl’. Now here she was sitting half naked at the table of a man she hardly knew. She had allowed him to beat her and fuck her and she had also let a complete stranger see her practically naked. She was also twenty four hours away from letting four complete strangers not only see her naked but also probably fuck her as well. She cringed silently inside.

Karl noticed her silence. “Everything okay Cerys?” he asked her.

“Yes, fine, Master.”

“Is all this too much for you?” he asked.

“No. I am fine with everything Master,” she told him.

“Look, I know that I said that if you came you would be here until Monday morning but you can leave anytime you like,” He told her as he touched her hand.

She smiled at him and welcomed his caring nature. “No I am fine. And anyway I agreed to all this and I believe in keeping one’s word, Master, but thank you anyway,” she replied.

He brushed her hair from her eyes and leant over and kissed her. “Shall we take the bottle upstairs and have an early night?” he asked her.

She smiled “Sounds good to me Master,” she replied.

He grabbed the bottle and two glasses in one hand and took her by the hand in the other. “It’s Karl not Master now until the morning Cerys!” he told her.

“Thank you Mas…….Karl,” she smiled.



************


They made love throughout the night. Karl’s stamina surprised her. Paul was ten years younger and he could only manage it once a night, but Karl managed it three times during the night as well as a fast and furious fuck in the shower next morning. His virility excited her and she loved the way that he was so eager to get his manhood inside her. She also loved the way that he was an unselfish lover. He read her body well and he waited for her to reach her own climax before enjoying his own. Paul was selfish when it came to sex and unless she could cum before him she would be left out. There were many times that she had gone to sleep unfulfilled after sex with Paul.

She also loved the way that Karl would just take her when he wanted sex. That morning as she stepped out of the shower he was entering the bathroom. He was naked and erect. “Get back in I want a fuck!” he had told her.

Moments later her back was against the tiled wall and her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove his manhood in and out of her. A few minutes later she was digging her nails into his back and screaming loudly as she experienced another earth shattering climax.

Once she was back dressed in her basque and stockings they reverted back to Master and Slut. After breakfast he took her into the lounge and sat with her telling her more of what is expected of a slave. The first thing he did was hand her a cushion. “A slave is never allowed to enjoy equality with a Master, such as sharing a settee with him. You are to sit at my feet on the cushion. Always remembering the rules about legs being wide open!” he told her.

Cerys sat down on the cushion on the floor in front of him with legs apart and listened as he spoke.

“You must never leave my presence without asking my permission first,” he told her.

“Yes Master,” she responded.

He asked her some intimate questions about herself. “How many men have you fucked Cerys?” he asked her.

“Three Master. Sorry, four including you,” she replied.

“And women?”

She shook her head. “Never Master.”

“Ever wanted to?” he probed.

She shook her head. “No Master.”

“Do you masturbate Cerys?” he asked her.

Cerys blushed.

“A slave is never allowed to pleasure herself without permission from her Master first,” he told her. “Of course you won’t need to do that this weekend. But I would like you to bear it in mind when you leave here,” he told her.

“Yes Master,” she responded.

“Perhaps you should show me what you do Cerys!”

She blushed again. Playing with herself was something she had only ever done in the privacy of her bedroom or bathroom. Slowly and hesitantly she moved her hand between her legs and started to touch herself. “Open your legs nice and wide Cerys so I can see properly.”

Cerys obeyed, her head was bowed in shame as she began to rub her fingers over her hooded clitty. “Look at me as you do it,” he told her.

Cerys looked him in the eye as she began to rub faster. Though she should have felt ashamed and degraded she could only feel excitement. Karl had a way of making every shameful thing she did exciting. He spoke softly to her as he continued urging her on. “Come on slut, cum for your Master,” he kept saying. “I should make you do this in the office for me Cerys. Make you sit naked at your desk and masturbate”

“Yes Master. Yes Master. Make me do it!” she found herself saying as she reached a climax.

When she came he made her slip her fingers deep inside herself and then put them in her mouth and suck them. She had never tasted herself before but she found her taste enjoyable. By now of course Karl was horny again. He stood up and unbuckled his trousers. “On your knees and bend over so I can fuck you like a dog!” he told her.

Cerys spun round on the cushion and raised her bottom into the air, offering herself to his awaiting cock. One moment she felt the tip if cock against her opening, the next moment his shaft was deep inside her. Reaching forward he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her back. “Move you fucking whore!” he shouted as he slapped her bottom.

Oh Master. Master you’re so good,” she told him as she felt herself climaxing again.

Their fucking was fast and furious and Cerys just kept cumming and cumming. When they disentangled a few minutes later Cerys turned and began to smother him with kisses telling him what a great fuck he was. Karl was taken aback by her effusion. “You are a fantastic lover, Karl,” she told him.

He smiled. “There are better than me I’m sure,” he told her.

She held him tight and kissed him again. “Whatever happens after this weekend Karl I want you to know that any time you want me I will always be available for you,” She told him.

“I might take you up on that,” he told her.

She kissed him again. “Remember Master it’s always your cunt to fuck whenever you want!” she told him.

A while later Karl went out to do a little shopping for the dinner he was hosting. Cerys began to get more nervous as the day wore on. She had only just got used to being constantly naked around Karl but soon she would have four complete strangers to contend with. When he returned later he told her that he had bought her an outfit to wear that night. She grew excited at the thought of having her body covered up but it all quickly subsided when he took a suspender belt and a pair of fishnet stockings from a bag and handed them too her along with a pair of red high heel shoes.

She thought about begging him to let her wear a dress but she knew deep down that he would only refuse. As the time grew nearer and nearer for the guests to arrive her stomach began to churn. Karl knew that she was nervous and from time to time offered her comfort but what she really needed were clothes. When the doorbell rang she was almost shaking. Karl spared her the ordeal of going to open the door for them but it was of little comfort as they stepped into the lounge. One of the couples happened to be the managing director and his wife. He stepped forward and took her hand and kissed it. “I never realised you were so beautiful Cerys.”

“Would you offer my guests a drink, Slut,” Karl told her.

“Yes Master,” she replied.

Cerys took their orders and made them drinks. She tried to shut out the conversations. The managing director kept telling Karl that he didn’t know how he managed to do it. “I keep asking him to tell me how to be a Domme,” he joked to the others. His wife laughed. “There’s only one Domme in our household Karl and it’s not the one with the balls!” The chorus of laughter broke the tense atmosphere.

When it came time to serve dinner Karl came into the kitchen to help her. Even though he maintained the Master/Slave relationship he slipped an arm around her and told her that he thought she was doing very well and that was very brave. “I think you mean insane don’t you Master,” she told him.

Cerys joined them for dinner and sat between Karl and Jim, the Managing Director. To his credit he didn’t sit and stare at her like the other middle aged male kept doing. At first she found it hard to enjoy her food but as the drinks flowed Cerys began to feel more at ease. When she served the coffee’s the two women were talking about a sex show they had seen a few weeks back in Amsterdam and the men started their own conversation about Dom’s and Sub’s. As she sat down to drink her own the other man looked at her and said “I think I am going to ask your Master if I can fuck you.”

The room fell into silence and all eyes fell on her and Karl. Cerys’ heart sank. “I think we will give it a miss Bill. Cerys is very much a novice and I want to ease her into the lifestyle gently.”

Cerys heaved a sigh of relief.

“I will give you £500 for half an hour with her,” he said.

Karl shook his head. “Sorry I don’t pimp my slaves!”

“Perhaps she wants me to fuck her?” he said as he looked at Cerys.

“I belong to Karl,” she told him.

“What difference does it make who fucks you?” he told her.

“Bill I think Karl has made the position very clear,” Jim cut in. “Let’s not be rude to our hosts!”

Cerys felt a relief and turned and thanked him.

Later as they drank more wine and brandy in the lounge Cerys sat huddled at her Master’s feet. She was pleased to stay so close to him. When they all left she heaved a sigh of relief, but she also told Karl that she thought her work position was now compromised because of Jim seeing her. Karl held her close and kissed her. “Do you think I would have allowed that to happen?”

“It has surely?” she told him.

“Jim has more skeletons in his cupboard than you and I have put together,” he told her. “He won’t think any less of you tonight believe me! In fact you might even find yourself being promoted in the future.”

“Oh! Tell me more?” Cerys asked.

Karl shook his head. “I enjoy a good relationship with him because I can keep secrets.”

“And the other guy, Bill, who is he?” Cerys asked him.

“I like to wind him up. “He always wants to screw my slaves and I always turn him down. His wife won’t let him have sex with her and he has to buy it. He’s a bit of a sad case actually.”

“I thought for a moment you were going to let him,” she told him.

Karl kissed her. “I hope to get to share you one day but if I do it will be someone more worthy of you,” he told her.

Minutes later they headed for bed and another night of passionate sex.


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The next morning Karl told her that she could dress normally if she wished. He cuddled her as she lay next to him in bed and told her that he was very pleased with the way she had handled everything. “I am surprised that you are still here,” he told her.

“As you get to know me better you will find that when I make a commitment I stick with it,” she told him as she kissed him.

Cerys then remembered something that she had overhead Bill taking about the night before “What did Bill mean when he spoke about your new Sub having a tattoo?” she asked him.

“I usually make my Subs have a tattoo on their pussy. It’s a single rose,” he told her.

Cerys lifted the duvet and looked at her nakedness. “I can just imagine a tattoo there!” she giggled pointing to her cunt.

“I did have it in mind for you but you’re in a relationship and I thought better of it,” he confided. “After all you will have enough explaining to do with being shaved.”

Cerys turned to him and ran her hand down his body to his cock. “You’re not going soft on me are you?” she asked him as she took his cock in her hand.

He started to stiffen. “You mean soft as in the Master/Slut relationship?” he asked her.

“I mean that if I have gone out of my way to be your slave for the weekend then I expect your best. Now if you had it in mind to have me tattooed then I expect to be tattooed!” she said.

He flipped her over onto her back and climbed on top of her. “You questioning my ability?” he told her.

She could feel his erection pressed against her mound and she reached down for it. “I expect to be treated the same as any other slave” she told him, as she guided the tip of his cock to her opening. “So how about giving this slut another good fucking and then taking her to the tattooist?”

He responded by flipping onto his back and pushing the duvet down. “Get on top whore!”

She started to climb on top facing him but he stopped her. “No,” he told her. “With your back to me.”

Moments later she was impaled on his cock and grinding her pussy against him. He gave her a stinging slap on her bottom. “Move it whore!”

Cerys groaned as she increased her movements up and down on his shaft. Karl slapped her again and told her that she should have the words ‘Slut’ tattooed on her cunt as well.

“Oooooooh yes Master. I am a slut. I deserve it.”

“Slut and Whore!” he told her.

“Yes Master I am a slut and whore,” she cried out as she started to climax.

Moments later Karl began to groan loudly as his cum entered her.

When they recovered a few minutes later Karl picked up his mobile and made a call. It was to the local tattooist. “He can fit you in a couple of hours from now,” Karl told her. Cerys gave no response and so Karl told him they would be there.

Cerys had never had a tattoo done before although she had friends who had had them done. No one she knew though had ever had them done on their intimate places. As Karl spoke to the large, bald headed, middle aged male dressed in a dark vest and jeans, Cerys looked at the girl sat by his side. She was in her late teens and dressed like a Goth. Both of them were covered in body tattoos and she had an array of rings in her ears.

“That’s no problem,” the man said to Karl. “We also do body piercing” he told him. “Lana show the lady your piercing’s!”

Cerys looked on in shock as the girl pulled up her long black skirt and pushed down her panties to reveal an array of studs and rings on her cunt. “They heal quite quickly and sex is even better!” he told Karl.

Karl looked at the girl and then Cerys. “I think we shall just stick with the tattoo for now.”
The man told the girl to show Cerys through to the parlour and she got up and led Cerys through to the back room. “Take your jeans and knickers off and lie on the leather bench,” she told her.

Karl and the tattooist followed behind and watched as she undressed and climbed on the table. “Don’t worry love I seen hundreds,” he told her as he sat on the edge of the bench.

Cerys smiled nervously as he applied a wipe to the area just above her outer labia lips. As he drew the needle to her she closed her eyes. She was surprised that she felt more of a tickling sensation than a stinging one. Even so, she kept her eyes closed throughout. Fifteen minutes later he was done. “How does that look?” he asked her holding a large mirror to her mound for her too see.

Cerys raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at the tattoo. It looked nice but her thoughts were on Paul and what he was going to say next time he saw her without knickers!

When they arrived back at Karl’s’ home Cerys changed back into the basque and stockings event though he had told her that she could stay dressed. Cerys enjoyed being dressed like that in front of him and if there was one thing that she would take away with her from the weekend it would be the freedom she had experienced from her sexual abandonment. Cerys had spent years bound by shyness and being a prude. Karl had taken that away from her. Karl had stripped her bare and she was beginning to find her real self, just as he had predicted.

Cerys left Karl’s home on Monday morning a different woman.



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Karl came to her office on the following Wednesday and closed the door behind him. “Is everything okay?” he asked her, “They said you have been ill.”

Cerys smiled. “I’ve been fine,” she told him. “I needed a couple of days off to sort some things out.”

Karl gave a sigh of relief. “I thought when you didn’t turn up it might have been something that happened this weekend.”

Cerys shook her head “Oh no everything was fine about the weekend,” She told him. “Paul has gone by the way!”

“I see,” Karl responded.

“It’s time for a new direction. So if…..if you know of any master who is looking for a slut let me know please!” she said.

Karl turned to leave then stopped and turned back around. “I am looking for one actually but it will be a demanding and long term position.”

“I enjoy demanding positions and long term is what I seek also,” she responded.

“Someone who would be willing to share me with other sluts,” he said.

Cerys thought for a moment. “I think I would enjoy healthy competition.”

“Someone who is not afraid to be open about the lifestyle,” he said.

“I would wear my Master’s collar with pride!” She responded.

“And someone who would be willing to have my child,” he said. “At 40 I think it’s time I thought about continuing the Walters line!”

“Well if my Master demands I have his children then I have his children!”

He smiled. “I will be holding an interview session at 7:30pm tonight,” he told her as he turned and opened the door.

“I will be there,” she told him as he walked away.

At 7:30pm prompt Cerys rang his doorbell. She stood back and nervously adjusted the belt of her raincoat. Karl smiled. He was pleased to see her. Cerys turned towards the coat rack and tugged at the belt of the raincoat. “Very nice,” Karl said as she revealed the black lacy basque and the black stockings that she was wearing underneath.

“Is Master pleased?” she asked as she turned towards him.

He reached for her and kissed her. “Master is very pleased,” he said.

“Perhaps Master would like to show his pleasure to his Slut, or should I say displeasure!” she told him as she touched his bulge.

“Displeasure?” he asked.

“Yes Master. Your slut has been very disrespectful to you. I haven’t knelt before you!” She told him.

He smiled. “And how should Master show his displeasure?”

“Well I think you should start as you mean go on so. In your place I would be administering a good hard spanking followed by an equally good hard fucking,” she said with a look of lust in her eyes. “Of course if you are not up to it……..”

He turned her around and gave her bottom a playful slap “Get you’re ass up those stairs now. I’ll show you if I am up to it or not!” he said as he gave her a nudge in the back.

Cerys gave a playful yell as she moved quickly up the stairs. There was no doubt in her mind that her naked ass would be moving up Karl’s stairs for a long time to come

Gina sat nervously, holding onto her mug of coffee as if for dear life. Jim sat opposite her relaxed and waiting patiently.

“So how do you feel about things now?” he asked her, in a soft spoken voice.

She smiled nervously but said nothing.

“You can leave it for another time,” he told her. “There’s no pressure.”

Gina took a sip from her mug. He was wrong there was pressure. Though the choice was hers and hers alone she knew that if she walked away now she would probably never come back and would always regret not going through with it. “No, I want to do it,” she said putting her mug down as she stood up.

Jim stood up as well and as he did so she noticed the bulge in the front of his trousers. “This way,” he said.

Gina followed him out of the kitchen, into the hallway and up the stairs to the bedroom. She glanced down at the double bed and saw the clothing neatly laid out, white blouse; grey skirt; tie; white knee length socks and a pair of white cotton knickers. “I think you will find they fit,” he told her.

Gina smiled nervously.

“Well I’ll leave you to it then,” he told her. “I’ll be in the lounge when you are ready,” he added as he closed the door behind him.

For a few moments she just stood there looking down at the bed. Her emotions were in turmoil; feelings of nervousness and sexual excitement tore at her as the realisation that her fantasy was about to become reality sank in. Oh how Gina had longed for this moment! Ever since the age of fifteen when an uncle had put her over his knee and caned her for staying out late, she had wanted it again. His cane made her bottom sting, even through the thickness of her jeans. She had cried when he had done it; the pain and the humiliation of it all, but as she lay on her bed afterwards a warm feeling of sexual excitement filled her and she found herself sliding her hand inside her panties to bring her release.

That was five years ago and during those years she had yearned for someone to come along and punish her again. She had seen a few caning videos on the internet and they had excited her. Girls bent over a table; skirts around their waist; knickers around their knees or ankles and an older man standing over them cane in hand. Oh how she had wished it had been her there! Of course she had actively pursued this fantasy with her boyfriends over the years. Some had thought she was weird and some had actually spanked her. But no one had caned her. No one had had the leanings or the courage to take the cane to her bottom and given her what she really wanted; what she really craved for, what she really needed. Until now!


She had met Jim on a BDSM website or rather she had met a girl that Jim caned regularly on the website. Idly looking through member profiles one night she came across a girl her own age who liked to be caned. She was bisexual, something that Gina wasn’t, but all the same she contacted her and they soon gained a rapport. What was even more exciting was that not only was she local but she also had someone who caned her regularly. Gina was introduced to Jim, a former school teacher, and she began to chat to him on the internet. She explained her desires to him, something she had never been able to do with a man before (although it is always easier talking to someone you can’t see). He not only understood but he was also experienced and could help her. Jim had been spanking girls for over twenty years and currently had six women that were regularly customers.

As eager as she was to meet him she took her time. Cautious by nature, she knew the perils of the internet. Even when she spoke to him by phone she still remained reticent about rushing into things. It was almost six weeks before she met up with him for coffee in a busy shopping centre, and it was now two weeks on that she finally brought herself to meet him for her caning. They had discussed the scenario, the type of punishment and the administering of it, and they had agreed on a safe word to be used to call a halt to proceedings. They had also agreed that no sexual activity would take place between them. Gina had been adamant that she didn’t want sex and that inappropriate touching was also out of the question. Everything had been well planned in advance and now the time had finally arrived.

Gina took her time as she undressed out of her own clothes and slipped into the school uniform. The uniform had been Jim’s idea but one she whole heartedly approved of. The naughty schoolgirl scenario excited her and Jim had gone out of his way to get things down to the finest detail – even to the white cotton knickers, which she now found herself stepping into. For final effect she brushed her long dark hair and put it into a pony tail.

For a few moments she stood in front of the mirror and smoothed her skirt and blouse down. The sexual excitement was beginning to get the better of her nerves now. She could feel the moistness between her thighs as the tension built. With a final twirl for the mirror and a deep breath she opened the door and made her way to fulfillment.

Gina took a further deep breath as she raised her clenched fist before knocking on the door. “Come in,” a voice called out.

Gina stepped inside. Jim was sat at a bureau in the corner writing, with his back to her. “Stand in the corner. I will be with you when I am ready.”

Gina stood in the only available corner facing the wall. Behind her she could hear him writing, breathing heavily. The near silence and the wait built up the tension and her emotions began to race into turmoil again.

“Come here Jones,” his voice called out, after about ten minutes.

His voice had startled her and she walked across the room nervously. As she stood by his desk he looked up at her and then looked her up and down. “I’ve just been reading your reports Jones,” he said as he looked at the papers. “Your work is appalling!”

“Sorry Sir,” she said quietly.

“Your attendance is also poor and I see you have a problem with authority as well!”

He looked her in the eyes and she glanced down. “I can’t allow this to go on unpunished any more Jones!”

“Yes Sir,” she said with resignation.

Jim turned and picked up the cane that was resting against the wall behind him. “I’m afraid your behaviour calls for this Jones,” he told her as held it out, menacingly, in front of her.

“Please Sir not that. I won’t do it again I promise,” she pleaded.

Jim shook his head. “You said that last time we had this discussion. No, I am sorry. It is either the cane or expulsion,” he told her.

“Expulsion!” she exclaimed. “You can’t expel me. I have exams soon!”

“The choice is yours!” he told her.

Gina bowed her head.

“So it’s the cane then!” he said as he stood.

Gina gulped and felt a surge of excitement run through her as he pointed it at the large coffee table in the middle of the room. “On the table on your hands and knees!” he told her.

She walked slowly over to the table and climbed on. For a few moments he just stood by her side looking down at her. She noticed the bulge in his pants had grown larger, but she also noticed that she was getting wetter too. As he stepped closer and placed a hand on her back she looked away and closed her eyes. It had already been agreed that she would receive six strokes of the cane over her skirt; six strokes over her knickers and the final six with her knickers down.

“You will count each stroke and say ‘thank you sir’ after each one. If you miss any it won’t counts as a stroke. Understand Jones?”

“Yes Sir,” she responded as she pulled her bottom muscles in awaiting the first stroke.

She felt the cane resting on her bottom and then as it pulled away she tensed herself expecting the stroke to come but it just came down to rest again. He repeated this a couple more times and then suddenly just as she relaxed he hit her. She felt the blow even though dulled by her clothing. It was painful but the sexual excitement from it was much stronger. “One, thank you Sir,” she said.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth he struck her again with about the same degree of strength. Once again she counted and thanked him, and once again he struck her. By the time the sixth stroke came her bottom was beginning to burn.

“Okay take your skirt off and stand in the corner,” he told her.

“Sir!” she exclaimed.

“Do it!” he snapped.

Gina quickly stepped out of skirt and stood in the corner. Jim had told her about the importance of contemplation time. Making someone stand quietly thinking about what had already taken place and what was to come next. Gina could feel her bottom burning and she knew that it would soon be hurting even more. The polyester material of her skirt had softened the blows but the thin cotton material of her panties would offer no such protection. Then there was the fact that a male stranger was seeing her in her knickers. Gina had slept with a few guys in her time but she was no slut. They had to be someone special to get into her knickers.

Suddenly she heard a stir behind her. “Come here,” she heard a voice say.

She turned to see Jim standing by the table. He had placed a small cushion in the middle of the table. “I want you lying across the table with your groin over the cushion,” he told her.

He helped her lie face down with her arms and legs stretched out. “Same procedure,” he told her. “But this time you keep your legs and arms stretched out, and if you try to cover your bottom with your hand you get an extra two strokes!” he added.

Gina lay there waiting as he tapped her bottom with the cane, her muscles taut and her body tense. The first blow when it came made he jump slightly and she also cried out. This one stung. The material of her knickers was useless as a buffer to soften the blow. She thanked him and counted seven, and waited for the next one. The whole thing was getting serious now.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the cane being raised to shoulder height and as she tensed her self it came crashing down again. “Aargh!” she cried out.

Amid the pain she thanked him and counted. As she finished another blow came crashing down followed by another one almost immediately. This time she screamed. She managed to thank him twice and called out the numbers again. Now her bottom really stung and she could feel the tears welling in her eyes. She was still groaning as the next stroke came and the groan quickly turned into a yell. Still she managed to say thank you and count out the number of the stroke. As she waited for the next stroke she sobbed quietly. After it came he helped her to her feet. “You can always use the safe word,” he said quietly.

She shook her head. “Thanks but no!” she told him, “I’m going all the way!” she told him.

“Okay,” he replied. “To your corner,” he ordered.

Gina walked, unsteadily on her feet, across the room. In quiet contemplation she felt the pain and heat from her stinging buttocks. She knew the pain that came from the cane now but she also knew that more was to come. This time it would be worse because this time there would be no material between cane and flesh. As she sniffled Jim came up to and handed her a tissue. She smiled and thanked him before drying her tears and blowing her nose.

“Its knickers off this time!” he told her.

She hesitated for a moment and then slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and pushed them over her hips. She felt his eyes burning into her crotch as she stepped out of them. She had recently starting waxing and she was still conscious about her lack of pubic hair. Having Jim stare at her made her even more conscious of it. “Let’s get it done then!” he told her as he moved away.

She stood by the table as he put two cushions on the table this time. “I want you straddling the table this time,” he told her. “You can use your hands to grip the table legs.”

He helped her straddle the table and lay down. He bottom was raised higher now and of course, with legs wide apart, she was fully exposed. As she felt the tap of the cane on her bottom she gripped the legs of the table. “How many strokes so far?” he asked her.

“Twelve!” she responded.

Suddenly he brought the cane crashing down on her bottom. She screamed out as the searing pain shot through her body. The safe word was on her lips. Her head told her to scream it out but her heart told her ‘no’. Instead she said thank you and reeled off the number.

The next few minutes were a blur to Gina. The last five strokes were administered quickly but painfully, each one bringing a loud scream from her mouth and the safe word to her lips. Four times she resisted the sense to scream it out but on the fifth stroke she screamed it out without realising that it was the final stroke of her punishment. Sobbing profusely Jim helped her to the settee and comforted her. The cold leather cooled her bottom but she could also feel wetness there. At first she thought it might be blood from cuts but when she checked she found it was her own juices from the sexual excitement of being caned. Sure her bottom was marked and it stung like hell but the exhilaration from it all was well worth it.

“You okay now?” Jim asked her.

Gina suddenly realised she was still half naked and grabbed the knickers resting on the arm of the settee and held them against her groin. “Yes thanks,” she said.

“So was it what you expected?” He asked her.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t know what to expect, but it was good.” she admitted.

“Feel horny?” he asked her.

She blushed.

“Some girls bring their toys with them and go for a lie down afterwards!” he told her.

“You’re quite welcome to use the bed for a little while!”

Gina shook her head. The thought of lying on a stranger’s bed and relieving herself did not appeal to her.

“You will probably have a few bruises for a while,” he told her.

Gina nodded. “I know”.

“I’m sorry,” he told her.

Gina smiled at his tenderness. “That’s okay. You did what I wanted you to do. Thank you!” she told him.

“So will you come again?” He asked her.

She felt sexual stirrings. “Is Sir saying the punishment isn’t finished?” she asked.

Jim turned to her. There was excitement in his eyes. “If your work and behaviour doesn’t improve Jones you will be punished again and this time it will be even more humiliating for you!”

“Oh!” she responded.

“I may do it in front of other members of staff.”

Gina was startled but also her imagination began to run riot. “You mean you would have other people watching?”

“I have a few friends who like to sit and watch,” he told her.

“Just watch!” she said.

“Just watch” he repeated.

Gina thought about it for a few moments.

“Those, like you, that I have caned before have said it was very humiliating but also sexually electrifying!” he told her.

“I can imagine,” Gina responded.

“I would like to stretch your limits and I think you want them expanded too!”

“No touching though!” Gina told him.

“I always respect limits,” he told her.

“Then I’ll do it,” she told him. “Once these bruises have gone down though.”

“Of course,” he told her.

Gina glanced at the bulge in his trousers. “Do you go for a lie down afterwards?” she asked him.

He laughed. “Of course,” he replied. “Not unless someone obliges me with hand relief!”

She thought for a moment and then reached for the buckle of his belt. “Well you did do a good job!” she told him as she undid his trousers.

He groaned as she reached inside his briefs and took hold of his erection. He was already quite wet with precum and more started to ooze from him as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. She watched his face as she masturbated him; the closed eyes; facial contortions and lips moving as he softly groaned. Soon the groans would get louder as he neared his climax. His body would start to twist and his cock jerk. Then with one final loud groan his cum would start to spurt from the opening in his penis. Gina held the white knickers at the ready.

Gina sipped her coffee as Jim looked on. As on her previous visit to his home she was very nervous. There was no feeling of nervous anticipation this time because she knew what to expect, but she was going to experience pain and, of course, someone else would be present. It had been an ordeal letting Jim see her nakedness last time and it was going to be a bigger ordeal letting another stranger see her intimately.

“Well let’s get it over with then,” Gina said as she stood up.

Jim smiled. “Is it that much of an ordeal?” he asked her.

Gina returned the smile. “Of course it is.”

“You can always pull out,” Jim told her.

Gina shook her head. “You know that I can’t,” she told him.

He reached and stroked her cheek. “Yes I do,” he said as he touched her fondly.

Gina made her way out of the room and Jim called after her. “Bye the way,” he said. “I have had a little bet with my friend that you will use the safe word early this time!”

She smiled nervously at him before turning to go upstairs. Once again the clothes were laid out on the bed, the blouse and skirt neatly pressed and the socks and knickers clean. She had contemplated bringing her vibrator with her, last time she had been so horny that she was quite wet by the time she got home, but she decided against it. She would never enjoy her own orgasm as much as she would have in the privacy of her own bed.

Once again she put her hair into a pony tail before taking that walk back downstairs to receive her punishment. She knocked on the door and waited for Jim’s voice to call out before stepping into the room. Jim was sat at his desk again and another male was sat on the settee. He was about the same age as Jim but he was quite overweight with thinning hair. He smiled at her. She noticed that the coffee table had been moved so that it was pointing towards the settee. “Corner, Jones!” Jim told her.

Gina stood in the corner waiting for Jim to call her to his desk. Once again she contemplated what was to come; the pain; the humiliation and indignity in front of a stranger. “Come here Jones!” Jim called.

Gina turned and walked to his desk. “I see there has been no improvement in your work or behaviour,” he told her.

Gina looked down at her shoes and shook her head.

“She obviously hasn’t learnt her lesson!” the man on the settee said.

“Apparently so,” Jim added.

“How was she punished last time?” the man asked.

Jim told him.

“Waste of time caning over clothing,” the man said. “The cane should always be given on bare flesh.”

“It would be too humiliating for her though,” Jim responded. “Having this done in front of one of the School Governors!”

“Perhaps that’s what she needs Headmaster!” he said.

Jim looked at her. “Maybe you are right!”

“Please Headmaster not that,” she pleaded. “I will change this time I promise.”

“I thought you would have changed your behaviour after the last punishment but evidently it didn’t work!” Jim responded. “No the punishment has to be administered” he added as he picked up the can from his desk.

“Please Sir!” she pleaded. “At least let me keep my knickers on.”

“Take off your skirt and knickers now Jones!” Jim ordered ignoring her pleas.

For a moment she just stood there. “Do I need to get the School Governor to help me strip you?”

Gina shook her head and reached for the buttons of her skirt. She could feel the man’s eyes upon her as she stepped out of skirt. She caught his eyes as she folded it and put it over the back of the settee, they were wide and leering. Glancing away, she took the waistband of her knickers and pushed them down. She heard his gasp as she pushed them past her thighs. As she placed them on top of the skirt she caught his leer again. He was almost salivating!

She stood for a moment with her hands together over her crotch while Jim put a couple of cushions down on the table. “I want you on your back on the table.” he told her.

A little puzzled she lay on her back. Moments later she understood why when he took her ankles and lifted he legs in the air. “Grab the back of your knees.” he told her.

Gina understood now as she pulled on her legs. Her bottom was raised and she was also very exposed. She also realised why the table had been moved and changed around. She was directly facing the other man, who was no doubt feasting his eyes upon her pussy.

“You know the routine Jones,” Jim told her. “Count and say thank you. By the way I am leaving it to the Governor when I should stop.”

Jim moved to the side and rested one hand on her feet while the other held the cane against her bottom. Taunting her he ran the tip of the cane over her flesh. She even felt it brushing against her exposed labia. The first stroke when it came was sharp. She yelled and almost let go of her knees. “If you let your legs go the stroke won’t count.” he told her after she counted and thanked him.

Jim struck her again catching the tops of her thighs instead of her bottom. Gina yelled again from the pain and as she counted the other man got up and took hold of her ankles. “Let me help,” he said.

Gina looked up at him as he held her ankles and pulled her legs back further. His intervention pulled her bottom higher and enabled Jim to hit her more cleanly this time. It also gave him the opportunity though to see more of her. His excitement was plain to see from the bulge in his trousers. Jim caned her three more times in quick succession bringing her close to tears. All the time the man looked down at her, staring into her eyes. There was a sadistic leer in his eyes. “Bet you’re enjoying this you bastard!” she said to him.

“You bet!” he grinned.

Jim brought the sixth one down harder than the others and Gina let out a loud scream. “That’s for your insolence!”

Gina started to count but Jim stopped her. “That doesn’t count!” as he hit her again but softer this time.

“Let her go to stand in the corner!” Jim said as she counted the sixth stroke.

The tears ran down her cheeks as she walked to the corner. She felt a prominent stinging on her bottom as she stood this time. The cane across bare flesh had come as a surprise. She had expected six strokes across her bottom with a skirt on like last time, followed by six over her panties, before facing the ordeal of cane on flesh. Then of course was the humiliation from the other male. Gina didn’t know how much she could take; even so, she could feel her own wetness.

“Back here Jones,” Jim called out.

Gina walked back to the table. “Take your blouse off,” Jim told her. “The Governor wants to see you fully naked.”

She opened her mouth to speak. “That’s an extra stroke!”

Gina’s fingers quickly reached for her buttons. As she laid the blouse over her knickers and skirt Jim motioned to the settee where the man was sitting. “Over the Governor’s knees.” he told her.

This was the last thing she wanted. She lay across his knees but he pulled one leg free and put it over the back of her thighs pinning her down across his knee. His other hand quickly went across the back of her neck, pinning down the upper half of her body. She felt the cold cane across her hot buttocks as Jim gave her couple of taps as if measuring up where to hit. Suddenly the cane came crashing down. Her body automatically tried to leap upwards as it reacted to the sudden pain but the man held her tightly. She screamed out before sobbing out a thank you and a hit count. Jim then hit her twice more in quick succession. The pain was too much this time and Gina called out the safe word.

The man released her and she quickly got up and sat on the armchair opposite. Jim took across a box of tissues across to her. “You okay?” he asked as he knelt down by her.

She nodded. “Yes…..a lot sorer this time without the clothes.” She told him as she wiped her eyes.

“Sorry about that,” the man said.

“Don’t worry about it,” Gina told him.

Even though her buttocks stung she still felt horny. Her legs were parted and Jim could see the wetness on her pussy lips. “Still horny though hey?” he said.

Gina closed her legs as she realised he was looking.

“You know Gina they say that being caned while someone is tonguing you brings a shattering orgasm,” Jim told her.

Gina smiled.

“It’s been a few months since we did it last but she really screamed her head off didn’t she Peter?” Jim said turning to the other man.

“She sure did. It was almost a gusher,” he added.

“You mean you two have done it to someone?”

Jim nodded. “She used to be quite a regular but we don’t see her so often now. Think she got involved with someone.”

Gina said nothing.

Jim’s hand suddenly landed on her thigh. “Peter has an excellent tongue, so they say. And you know I am very competent with the cane!”

Jim’s hand slid higher and Gina reacted by opening her legs slightly. “Come on Gina” he said quietly “Let’s have you over on the settee standing up with your pussy in Peter’s face,” he added as his fingers touched her.

Gina found herself walking across the room. Peter stood up and took his jacket off before sitting back down and sliding forward. Gina climbed on, straddling his body and pressed her groin into his face. His hands clasped the backs of her thighs and his eager tongue quickly found her clitty as she rested her hands on the back of the settee. For a few moments she forgot all about Jim as Peter’s eager tongue probed her opening. Jim was right; he knew how to use it well, pushing deep inside her and bringing out lashings of juices as it made its way to her clitty. Gina groaned as he repeated the process and began to grind her pussy into his face.

Suddenly she heard a swish and turned just in time to see the cane coming down. She screamed as it hit her sending a searing pain through her body but Peter’s fingers were already sliding inside her vagina negating the effects of the blow. Not only did Peter know how to use his tongue he was also adept in the use of fingers. They found her g-spot and they brought wave after wave of pleasure. With each of cry of pleasure that flowed from her lips came a cry of pain as Jim hit her with the cane. She lost count of the number of strokes he gave her as she veered from heaven to hell. The heaven from Peter’s tongue and fingers and the hell from Jim’s cane. Her final climax when it came was like no other she had ever experienced, leaving her in a state of collapse on the settee.

When she recovered a short while later she looked at her bottom and saw the bruises already starting to form. “You certainly gave me a pasting this time.” she told Jim.

“I told you I was good,” he grinned.

She looked up at Peter and thanked him. “You could thank him properly!” Jim told her.

He held no physical attraction for her but Jim was right he did deserve a thank you. He looked surprised as she moved closer to him and began to unbuckle his belt. At first she intended just to masturbate him but when he put his hand around her neck she gave way and took him in her mouth. It wasn’t long before his seed was filing her mouth and from the amount of cum there was she knew that it had been a long time since he had had sexual contact with anyone.

Wiping her mouth as she looked up she saw Jim sat in the armchair. He was naked from the waist down and sporting a large erection. He pointed at his cock “I’ll have some of that!” he said.

Gina laughed as she crossed the room and climbed on to the chair and straddled him to sit across his thighs. “Are you sure that’s all you want?” she said as she pressed herself against him.

“You’re teasing me,” he told her.

Gina raised herself up and moved so that the tip of his cock was pressing against her pussy lips. “Is this what you want?” she asked him.

He attempted a thrust but Gina moved away. “Beg me?” she asked him.

“Please let me fuck you!” he pleaded.

“No beg me to fuck you!” she told him.

“Fuck me Gina, please fuck me!” he pleaded.

She could almost hear the agony in his voice as she began to sink down on his erection. He groaned as she took him fully inside her. For a moment she just held her position and he responded by thrusting at her but she stopped him. “Stay still please,” she told him.

They remained still for a few more moments and then she began to move slowly up and down. As she continued to grind her hips into him he took her breasts in his hands and tweaked her nipples. Jim had found one of her weak spots. Gina had very sensitive nipples and his touch sent her into orbit. Her thrusts increased and she began to moan louder and louder. Then Jim found another weak spot; a slap on the bottom and being called a whore. Gina once had a boyfriend who would slap her bottom and call her a whore. It always brought her to climax quickly. Jim was bringing her to another quick climax.

Gina’s reaction however also touched on one of Jim’s sexual weak spots; spanking someone during sex. His slaps got harder and harder; Gina moved faster and faster and his cock was soon spurting his seed inside her.

A little while later Gina had showered and dressed and had joined the men downstairs. “So Gina,” Jim said. “Where to next in your development?”

Gina shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know!”

“A larger audience perhaps?” Jim asked her.

“Maybe,” she responded. “I’ll think about it and let you know.”

“I don’t think you want to stop at just the cane do you Gina?” Jim said to her.

Gina smiled and then gave Jim a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be in touch.” she told him, knowing as she walked away, that even she didn’t know where she was going to stop at!

I am so going to enjoy this, I think, as I roll five dimes around in my hand.

The same five dimes you used on me last week, and which I used on you the week before.

Who would have thought that five silvery coins would be the genesis of some of the most ingenious and powerfully erotic hours of our lives? Provocative images and pleasurable sensations flash though my mind, setting off a chain of responses in my body. A wave of gooseflesh rolls over me as my clit pulses and my nipples harden, visual proof of my heightened arousal. Mmmm. Yes, what fun the past few weeks have been...

The tinkling of the coins against each other jolts me out of my reverie. I push the memories away and focus on you, standing there, naked and tumescent, in the middle of the beach house living room. Your face is smooth and still, concealing your thoughts, and your breathing is slow and regular. Your shoulders are squared and I can see where you have tightened the muscles of your abdomen. It makes me smile, this self-conscious male vanity while under my scrutiny, and it makes me want to touch you, comfort you, ease the tension visible in every line of your body. A small thrill runs through me as your bare feet move restlessly on the hardwood floor, a sure sign that your composure is beginning to slip over the uncertainty of what will happen next.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, expanding my awareness of the moment, feeling the moment and our place in it. It is dark outside, and though we've closed the slats on the wooden blinds, I can plainly hear the sounds of the surf rolling onto the beach, punctuated by the cries of seabirds. A faint breeze tickles my skin, painting my lips with salt-tang. My nipples have been hard long enough that they ache a bit, and that aching is echoed deep inside me. I take another deep breath to center myself, finding that place inside me that enjoys the exchange of power. I will make you mine tonight, I promise silently. I will torment you with desire and you will offer everything up to me, and when I am ready I will take it from you. And you will tremble and cry out and the agony of your pleasure will rush through me, exploding across my mind with savage intensity. Anticipation sends energy surging through me, steadying me. Mmmmm. What a rush Dominance is.

I move to stand opposite you, demonstrating what I want you to do with the dimes, balancing them on the tips of my fingers and pressing the fingers of the other hand firmly against them. I then raise my hands above my head, palms together, fingers pointing at the ceiling, as if entering the yogic 'tree' pose.

"You will hold this position until I tell you otherwise, or everything stops," I instruct. I know it is going to be difficult for you to hold your arms above your head for an extended period of time, but I want you to suffer, and I know, as soon as the five coins grace your palm, that this is what you have been wanting. Me in control.

I watch was you assume the position I have instructed you to take, feet shoulder-width apart, the five dimes pressed between the fingers tented above your head. You do it with a centered grace which indicates to me that your new exercise regimen is paying off, and when you are still you look like some Hindu lingam statue, a dark god awaiting the offerings at his feet.

So that is where I start.

At your feet.

I kneel slowly, dragging my fingernails lightly along your torso and down your legs, ignoring the hungry erection leaping before me. I further prostrate myself until my breasts are pressing into my thighs, the long curve of my back presented to your view. Leaning forward, I press my mouth to your instep. Hot and moist kisses are trailed along the top of your foot, up around your ankle, and then back down, to your toes.

When my tongue slips between your toes you suppress a childlike giggle, saying, "Hey! That tickles!"

I feign disapproval and flick you a dark glance that makes you gasp and hold your breath.

I grin inwardly and resume teasing each toe with my tongue, then move over to the other foot, repeating this torment, until it, too, has been bathed, and you are squirming. Squirming, and struggling so hard to remain silent.

"Do you like the way I suck your toes, the way I tease them with my tongue?"

Silence.

Interesting.

I sit back on my heels and look up at you, my expression stern. One would think that the fact that you are towering over me would change the balance of power in this scenario, but it does not. I am firmly in control, and we both know it.

"I've asked you a question," I say, my voice low and my diction clipped. "Answer me."

"It- is very intense." You hesitate, then continue. "It feels both very good and uncomfortably intense."

"Do you want me to stop?"

For a brief moment your feelings are transparent. I can see on your face that my erotic torment of your feet has gone on long enough for you to worry that you will not be able to control yourself for much longer. You take a shuddering breath. "Only if you want to...."

I nod, indicating that your response is sufficient, and resume tormenting you. I slide my hands up along your calves, such wonderful sculpted calves, and tease the backs of your knees with my fingertips. I kiss your knee-caps, running my tongue along the skin in a circle, breathing warm, moist breath on you. Your thigh muscles shift, causing your knees to lift and lower as I trace my tongue and lips over your skin, raising your awareness of that area of your body. Your breathing becomes heavier, punctuated with gasps and throaty whimpers that raise my own arousal level. It is one of the things I so love about teasing you--the fact that you are so responsive.

My hands milk your thighs, squeezing the muscles of your quadriceps, sliding up to your hips and then backwards, gliding over the high rounded buttocks, fingertips teasing the cleft between them.

You moan and a series of shudders traverses your body, rippling through you.

Upright on my knees, I am eye-to-eye with the head of your cock, the tip of which glistens with a pool of precum. My mouth waters. I look up at you, and our eyes meet. There is longing there, your eyes are fierce with it. I can see the naked need on your face.

"Do you want me to touch you there?" I ask unnecessarily, my eyes flicking to your pulsing erection.

"Yesss," hisses out of you, making me smile.

I check your pose, to make sure that your arms are still above your head, hands pressed together, and they are, though your arms are not quite as steady as they were when we first started. I raise my left hand to your groin, letting my fingers and palm lightly graze your balls before coming to rest in a loose circle around the base of your cock.

Your body rocks at the contact, and your breathing becomes shallow and rapid.

I slide my fingers lightly along your soft-skinned shaft, caressing it. Your cock pulses and you groan, arching your back, pushing your hips toward me. A drop of precum trembles on the ridge of your glans, then starts a slow-motion freefall toward the wood floor. I dip my head down and take it with the tip of my tongue, my eyes holding yours a moment before I close them, savoring the taste of you.

Mmmmm. God I love the taste of precum.

I slide my hand forward on you again, a little more firmly, tugging the shaftskin forward, bunching around the tip of your cock. Delicious sounds come from you, more shuddering, and when I move my mouth over you, when I slip my tongue along the head of your cock and swirl it around the ridge, then, ah then, you stop breathing. Your thigh goes rigid under my hand and your body tightens like a bow with the string pulled back, vibrating with tension.

I close my mouth, slide that slippery head across my lips, and lean back with a sigh.

Unfolding myself, I stand before you.

It is your turn to say, "Please, please don't stop," and again, I smile, that secretive woman-smile that always raises the blood-pressure of the person I use it on.

I move to stand closer to you, close enough that you can feel my breath on your skin, but just far enough away that your cock--your poor, swollen, bobbing cock--does not touch me. I run my fingernails up your back, quickly, just firmly enough to make you suck in your breath at the pleasure-pain rush. Your eyes close momentarily, but open again. Being male, you are very visual, and you don't want to miss seeing a thing.

Up the back of your neck, then slowly back down, along your shoulders and inward, my fingers tracing your collarbones. There is a light sheen of sweat on your skin, making it glisten. It makes me want to taste your chest, and I do so, my tongue darting into the hollow of your throat, down over your pects. I scratch at your nipples with my fingernails, making you squirm some more.

You are under strain now. Your arms are beginning to tremble, and your face is a patchwork of pleasure and pain. I run my hands caressingly along your arms and down your sides, and you moan, you moan your need so beautifully, it makes me ache. I step away and dip my fingers into my pussy, gasping and jolting as I slide them along my clit, then letting go a long sigh as I slide two fingers into the warm wetness of my pussy.

When I raise my fingers to my mouth and lick them, a rumbling sound comes from deep in your chest. I put my fingers over your lips and when you suck them, I kiss you, my tongue battling with yours over the treasure of my juices.

You groan and I know you want to lower your hands, to scoop me up against you and kiss me hard, to bear me down onto the wood floor and take me there, but you don't. You keep your trembling arms above your head, dimes pressed between your fingertips, and suffer through my teasing kiss.

I tangle my fingers in the hair at the back of your head and tug firmly on your scalp. You moan into my mouth and I tug again, even more firmly, pulling your head back. You struggle for a moment and then let go. "Please baby," you say around my fingers as I pull your head back, making your body tremble with the effort of maintaining your balance.

"Spread your legs farther apart," I instruct, ignoring your words.

Again, you struggle to do as I say.

It is difficult for you, poor dear, to hold your arms above your head, which is tilted back, and keep your balance while spreading your legs. I test the height of your cock by thumping it against me. You flinch and moan as it strikes just above my mound.

"Now bend your knees a little."

With a strained sigh, you comply, bending your knees until you are a couple of inches lower and I tell you to stop.

Again, I wag your cock, and this time it strikes me firmly on my clit, making us both gasp.

"Mmmmm. That is good. Very good."

I consider moving behind you and working my way down your back with my mouth and hands, but I have taken such a leisurely amount of time worshipping your front that I decide to take pity on us both. I step up close to you and loop my right arm around your neck, then guide your cock between my thighs and close them on you, so we are both standing upright, with your erection parallel to the floor and pressing up against me. It pulses, and I feel it slide between my smooth-shaven lips, creating a wonderful slippery friction that causes my hips to move in response. I wrap both arms around your neck and arch up into you, moving my hips back and forth with greater urgency. It feels amazing, stimulating me from my clitoris to perineum.

"Oh god!" you gasp, looking into my eyes, your expression wild and intense. I look back into the lucent depths and smile at the suffering brimming there. Such beautiful suffering--for my pleasure, for yours.

"Oh baby, please," you beg as I slide my slit along the length of your cock again. Your body sways and your arms convulse. Somehow, you manage to keep your hands pressed together, and not a single dime falls.

"Please what, my love?" I croon as my hips push forward until I can grind my clit against your groin.

"Oh god! Please baby! Please stop, please, I can't hold out much longer!" Your eyes squeeze closed and your whole body tenses.

"No," I say sweetly, suggestively. Your eyes fly wide-open. Desperation and disbelief clash in your expression.

I raise my thigh, crossing one leg over your hip, pressing my calf into the small of your back. With my hand, I guide your cock along my slit, up and down, tickling my clit and the entrance to my pussy. You moan and shake your head, teeth clenched in a grimace.

"Whose cock is this?" I ask.

Silence.

"Whose cock is this?" I ask again. I love it when you are stubborn. My thumb slips across the head of your cock, slowly smearing your precum around it.

"Yours!" You answer with a desperate edge that makes my pulse quicken. "Your cock."

And since it is mine, I take my time teasing myself with it, flicking it against my clit, pinching it between my pussy lips. And all the while you moan and twitch, making me certain you will lose one of the dimes, but somehow you manage to keep your act together.

"What a delicious sensation, my cock sliding along the folds of my pussy... don't you agree?"

You nod your head vigorously, unable to speak with your teeth clenched so tightly together.

I lower my leg and clasp your cock between my thighs again, creating a delightful friction that stimulates my clit. I watch your face as we do this, enjoying your expressions: the close of your eyes, the sucking of air between your teeth, the way you bite your lips. As I slide back and forth along the length of you, deep-chested moans are wrung from us both. My arms link behind your head as I wriggle my heated body up against yours, wanting, wanting, straining. Mmmm. So good, so good. When I know we are both close to orgasm I slow down and pull farther away. My knees grow weak and I feel light headed.

With my right hand I tilt your head forward, and I kiss your eyes and your forehead. I run my hands along your shoulders and up your arms, and as I reach your hands I step away, releasing your sex from the slippery warmth. It bounds upward, banging your abdomen.

"Look at me," I command, and you open your eyes. I look into them, and see, behind the conflict and desperation, behind the veil of suffering, that which I desire: a softening of the will.

"You are mine," I say to you, staring into you, into that vulnerable place, speaking to it. "Mine. Even when you plunge your cock into me, even when you think you are taking me, I make you mine. I take you into me. I hold you inside me. And when you cum inside me, when you spill your seed inside me, even then you are mine, because my body absorbs those fluids, making your vital essence a part of me for months to come. And you want this, I know it. You want to merge with me, to become a part of me, even more than you want to possess me, whether you care to admit it or not... So here is your chance, Mr Alpha male, here is your chance. You can prove to us both that you're large and in charge. All you have to do is put those dimes back in the palm of my hand and walk out of the room. Or you can give me my cock, right here, right now. Drop those dimes and shove my cock home, where it belongs: inside me."

Our eyes meet, duel. I can see your ego flaring behind your eyes, that part of you that, like me, can only be conquered, because it will never truly submit. And the best--the only--way to conquer you, I know, is with pleasure. And so I reach my arm down between us and run my fingers teasingly along your balls and the underside of your cock. Slowly. You take a long, shuddering breath and stare fiercely into my eyes. I smile back at you, with my own brand of ferocity.

"Poor baby," I say, leaning forward to tug on your earlobe with my lips. "Your resistance makes me so hot..."

Teasing, denial, pleasure, pain.... these things make me wild with desire and drive me beyond desire... toward Lust. I brush my nipples against your chest and move my hand to cup your balls, thumb pressing into the hollow at the base of your cock. My pussy clenches and more juice slides down my thighs. I want you inside me. Inside my aching pussy.

"Slide the gladius into its scabbard..." I moan enticingly into your ear as my fingers torture your poor cock. "Slide it into my nice... hot... slippery... sheath."

Finally, you cannot bear it any longer. With a moan you drop your arms, all five coins ringing on the floor. Music to my ears. You grip my ass in your hands and pull me up against you, lifting me up until I wrap my legs around your waist, and then you lower me at the same time you thrust forward with your hips, burying your cock inside me with one devastating lunge.

We both cry out and freeze, our bodies locked together in that most primal embrace, overwhelmed with pleasure. The anticipation was intense, but the build-up could not match this glorious moment of union.

"There," I mumble. "Yes, there. Hold still!" I command, and squirm on your cock, my muscles clenching and releasing as I adjust to the reality of your girth suddenly rammed into me. My ass writhes in your hands as I pump myself against you, grinding my clitty against your belly until I am lightheaded with pleasure. You moan and gasp in time to my movements, your body rigid as you support both our weights.

"Against the wall," I pant. "Fuck me hard up against the wall."

You take four steps and my shoulders hit the cold wall and then you are slamming into me, making me cry out. It feels good, so good, and it hurts, it hurts as you stab upward into me, ramming my cervix over and over again. Your big palms cup the cheeks of my ass, your fingers digging into the cleft, lifting and separating, spreading me wide. One of your fingers presses against the little opening there, presses insistently, and I moan as pleasure zings through me.

I brace my palms on your shoulders and stare into your face, watching you. Your neck is bent and you are staring downward, down at the place where our bodies are joined, watching your cock plunder my cunt. I relax into that rhythm, moving my body with yours, relaxing my thighs to give you more room to move. Your strokes lengthen. With each hard shove into me you make that 'nnnh' sound and your eyes squeeze closed as our loins thud together.

"Mmmm. Fuck me, lover. Yes, fuck me with that cock of mine, make me feel it. I know you can do better than that---oh!" I cry out as, with one hard shove, you push a finger deep into my ass.

My breath hisses between my teeth as waves of pain and pleasure collide. Your finger wiggles in my ass, pressing hard against the wall between it and my pussy. The pressure is amazing, making me even more aware of your cock sliding in and out of me, and it makes me moan wildly.

"Ohgod, ohyes. Oh yesss like that!"

More thrusting, more cries from me, more grunting from you, and then your hands move and you are forcing my legs from around your waist and I am standing on my own feet, dazed. Your hands on my shoulders spin me around, press me up against the wall, and then you are there, behind me, pressing your slippery cock against my asshole. Before I can say or do anything, you make a sharp, short movement that pops the head into me, making me see stars. You moan deep in your chest and I whimper, my body rigid as the pain of your sudden penetration rolls over me.

"There is your cock, babe. Can you feel it now?" You make a short jab into me. "Can you?"

I wince, but refrain from making a pained cry. I'm not going to let you turn the tables on me. There is no fucking way you are taking control. So I grit my teeth, concentrate on relaxing, and push back against you, forcing your cock deeper into me. I take a deep breath and force myself to speak as steadily as possible.

"Yes. And its about fucking time!"

Your response is another hard shove.

My breath catches. As the wedge of your cock drives into me, I focus on opening myself to the pain and letting it go, letting it drown in the underlying pleasure. Mmm. Yesss. I press my hands against the wall and push my ass toward you again, a steady, firm pressure that forces your cock into me in one long, smooth movement that, tight as I am, probably causes you more pain than it does me.

I wiggle my bottom against you, bucking a little, making you hiss. Your cock slides out about an inch, and then back in. As anal-erotic as I am, it doesn't take much to turn me on, to turn pain to pleasure and light that fire that will only be quenched when you empty into me. Keeping my hands flat against the wall, I straighten my arms and lean back against your chest. It is slick with sweat and rising and falling rapidly. I turn my head and kiss your neck, then run my tongue over your skin.

Mmmmm. Salty. I nip at you, and when my teeth sink into muscles of your neck, you let loose the most delicious moan.

"You dropped the dimes, dear. You are mine. Now... Hold... Still..."

I lean forward again, resting my forehead on my arms, and clench my muscles around the cock buried deep in my ass. You groan, but do not move, and so I re-double my efforts, dancing my ass against your lap, feeling the little ring of muscle tingle as I take my pleasure from you. You do a remarkable job of obeying my order, until the moment I swing my hips toward the wall, sliding your cock out until the head is just inside me.

"Mmmmm. Fuck that feels so good, your shaft sliding in and out of my ass... and you are being such a good boy, holding still for me..."

And with that, I move my hips incrementally forward, until the head of your cock starts to pop out, and with a hiss, you grab my hips and pull me backwards while at the same time arching toward me. In the moment that our bodies collide we both cry out, and you are galvanized into motion. Normally so considerate, so judicious in your use of my body, you slip into mindless action based on pure sexual need. A place you so rarely go. A place I so love driving you into. There is something so... erotic.... about pushing you past the point of self-control. Moaning, panting, your fingers digging into my hipbones, you pound your body against mine like waves pounding the shore, reaming my ass for all you are worth. Our bodies engage in that primal dance of the flesh that frees the spirit to soar, and to merge. I feel exalted and glowing, almost transcendent, even as the little ring of muscle between my cheeks stretches and strains. Yes, baby yes. Don't stop. Don't stop. Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast. I want you to come for me, come in me. I want to feel the flag of your surrender waving inside me. Pussy juice slides down my thighs as my cunt convulses and my clit twitches. So close. So close. I move my hand down to touch myself, strumming my clitty, which causes my pussy and ass to clench, and you to gasp.

You gasp and then you are gone. I can feel your cock twitching in the hot, tight passage of my ass. You bend your neck and sink your teeth into my shoulder, sucking breath in through your nostrils. The sudden pain of your bite pushes me over and I shudder as an anal and clitoral orgasm seizes me. Fuck! It hurts so good, this erotic assault, feels so good. You continue to thrust erratically into me, your hips jabbing, your cock pulsing in response to the clenching of my muscles as I toss on wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.

From a distance, I can hear your tortured moans, feel my torso slamming against the cool wall under the violence of your thrusts. My knees start to buckle and I press my face into the wall. It is only by the feel of its vibrating against my cheek that I know I am screaming my pleasure, too. You drop to your knees, pulling me with you. Your cock slips out a bit, making me hiss and twitch. Your hands rise to cup my breasts, pulling me back against your heaving chest.

"Fucking.... amazing..." you manage to say between breaths.

I rest my head back against your shoulder and relax into your embrace, my body twitching with orgasmic aftershocks that wring small gasps from me. Satisfaction and contentment pervade my being as the endorphins ebb. My panting subsides and I become more aware of my body, and yours. You feel good, radiating heat. I can feel your heart beating into my back, the convulsive twitching of your arms around me, and the tickle of my hair against my ear as your breath stirs it. I can feel a coin digging into the heel of my hand, another into my knee. I shift my weight forward, pulling away. Your arms tighten on me, but still, I pull away. I gasp as your cock slips out of the tight ring of my ass, making me shiver with a wave of gooseflesh.

Crawling around on the floor, I locate the remaining dimes and return to you, slipping my arms around your neck, pressing my mouth to yours in a slow, deep kiss. It is a languid exchange into which we both fall, opening to each other, sharing breath and sensation. I love kissing you like this, with sated passion and deep emotion. I feel as though the battering of our bodies against each other has broken through our solitary shells, and something within us has merged, laying quiescent and at peace at last...

Breaking the kiss, I slide one hand down your arm and lift your palm to my mouth. After pressing my lips to it for a long moment, I whisper "your turn" and slip all five coins into your hand. Anticipation shivers through me, rolling over me like the tide against the shore. You've got a week to decide what you are going to do with me and those coins, and I know that whatever it is, it will be exquisitely, deliciously, pleasurable. Mmm...

The sleek black Limousine glided down the road like a hungry panther searching for its prey.

Silent except for the purr of the Bentley engine inside, its shadow caressed the moonlit road as it slowly pulled up outside the entrance of the Grand Hotel. The driver’s door gracefully opened, and two long, lean fishnet clad legs stretched out onto the red carpet that adorned the pavement.

The female Chauffeur strode out onto the carpet, looking immaculately dressed. The dark grey cap with its shiny peak looked stylish. The crisp, silk white blouse accompanied by a thin black leather tie worn under a dark grey, waist length jacket looked incredibly sophisticated. The short black leather skirt along with the black fishnet stockings and knee length black boots finished off the very sexy but classy look. Only the riding crop in her left hand gave any indication away, that this was more than just a normal chauffeur driven limousine.

The red-jacketed doorman swung open the opulent entrance doors of the hotel, allowing the wealthy business man behind him to stride out into the cool night air. Jack was a married, 30 year old self-made millionaire. He worked hard and played hard. He was now about to indulge in one of his playtime hobbies. He noticed the Female chauffeur immediately as he sauntered down the white steps. His cock twitched as his mind started to stir. Efficiently she opened the side passenger door as she greeted him.

“Good Evening Jack.” Normally she would address her clients with Sir, but Jack always preferred informality when at play. Well…until ordered to do otherwise that is.

“Good Evening Sweetheart.” Jack’s eyes twinkled as his mischievous gaze met hers.

He climbed into the darkness of the Limousine’s interior and sat down on a long white pristine leather seat. Just as the door of the Limo swung shut, red lights clicked on all around the inside. Sat opposite him were his two female mistresses. Their faces were hidden under dark grey silky hoods. Only their eyes, nose and lusciously red, inviting lips were visible. They were each dressed from neck to toe in a figure hugging crotch less fishnet body suit and each wore black stiletto’s. Such was the luxury of the Limo; Jack hadn’t even noticed it had started its journey. He was more aware of his cock aching to be let free from the confines of his tight black Burberry trousers.

“Good Evening Mistress Alayla.” He looked towards the woman sat directly opposite him. She was holding his stainless steel collar.

“Good Evening Jack.” Her tone was sharp. She leaned over to pass the collar to him. “Put it on now.” She ordered.

“Yes Mistress Alayla.” He took the cold steel collar and snapped it onto his neck, locking it at the side. The white dazzling diamond embedded at the front glistened.

“Good Evening Mistress Selene.” He directed his eyes to the woman sat to the left of Mistress Alayla.

“Good Evening Jack.” She held a glass of cold Krug champagne in her hand.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on his brow; as he rested his hands on the leather seat either side of him.

He was already aroused at the sight of the two women. Both their voluptuous and pert breasts with hardened red nipples were pushing through the fishnet. He was trying hard to remain in control… of his own body at least. For he could feel the pre cum ooze out of his cock and knew if it became evident through his trousers he would be punished. Although the punishments were exquisite, he didn’t want to disobey or upset his Mistresses so early on in the evening.

Mistress Selene leaned over to Jack. “Would you like some champagne Jack?”

Just then the two steel wrist restraints contained within the leather seat snapped onto Jack’s wrists.

Mistress Alayla laughed as she took her hand off the button on the control pad to the side of her. “I think you will have to help him S.”

Mistress Selena lifted the flute of champagne to his lips. Jack opened his mouth just wide enough so she could tipple some of the champagne into him. Mistress Alayla moved across onto the seat next to Jack and stroked the side of his face with her riding crop.

“Now…Now Jack, you didn’t swallow it all.” She moved the tip of the riding crop to the small drop of liquid on his chin then forced the crop inside his mouth. She tousled his short thick black hair with her fingers as she pushed her breasts into his chest. Then she ran her long fingernails through the dark stubble on his face. Slowly she unbuttoned his white Paul Smith shirt and fondled his bronzed chest until her fingers settled on his small brown nipples. She twisted them hard using her nails only as Jack gasped.

“Don’t do that again Jack, you know how I hate waste.” She moved the riding crop down to his groin and slid it along his bulge. “And you know I mean all waste Jack.” She sniggered.

“I’m sorry Mistress A.” His face now flush, trying hard not to get too aroused, but failing miserably. Once the formalities of proper greetings had been exchanged, Jack then always referred to his Mistresses as Mistress A and Mistress S.

She sat back across him. “Should we tease him S or play with him?” She enquired.
“Both.” Mistress S laughed.

They leaned into each other and started to lick the side of each others silky hoods they wore, until their tongues met. Then they teased each others tongues with their own, before kissing passionately. They fondled each others breasts, moaning softly as they became aroused themselves. The women twisted each others nipples, pulling hard at them as they blossomed into hard red, raw rosebuds. Mistress A brought the riding crop up towards Mistress S then slowly circled it around her crotch less area. Jack could see her wetness glisten on the tip as Mistress A toyed with Mistress S's entrance. Then she plunged the crop inside her. Mistress S moaned loudly and squirmed, Jack wasn’t far off from exploding right there in his trousers. His pre cum, as he never wore underwear, was now evident by the small but visible moist patch around his groin area. The two mistresses carried on their wild lesbian show for a few minutes more, knowing it would be driving Jack insane with lust.

Mistress A knew by now, Jack would be too aroused not to be showing any evidence. She flicked the button on the control panel, releasing Jack’s wrist restraints and ordered him to strip and kneel on the thick, plush cream carpet that covered the Limo’s floor. Jack had done this within a minute and was now kneeling in front of Mistress A. She opened her legs wide and ordered him closer, so his face was within inches of her crotch.

“Can you smell me Jack, do I smell good?” She teased him.

Jack took in a deep breath as her intoxicating scent of sex hit his senses. His cock now released from the confines of his trousers, stood rigid, his arousal ever evident on the tip. “Yes Mistress A, you smell divine.”

Mistress S picked his trousers up and inspected them.

“Now Jack, this just isn’t good enough.” she pushed the damp groin area of his trousers into his face. “He deserves a spanking A, so much waste here.”

Mistress S acted quickly flicking another switch which brought wrists restraints up from the Limo floor and clasped into place around Jack’s wrists. She also pushed Jack’s head further towards Mistress A's crotch. Mistress A moved back in her seat slightly and began to rub her clit, very slowly. Jack’s eyes were fixed, watching her; he licked his lips, wanting desperately to taste his mistress’s juices. Mistress S sat back down on the seat behind Jack, facing his tanned ass and back. She picked a flogger up from a compartment within the seat and ran her fingers through the thin, braided leather tails. The limo was spacious; Mistress S had no difficulties finding the leverage she needed, so she could bring the flogger down softly on Jacks upper back, just to the right of his spine. Just before it touched his skin, she snapped her wrist back, controlling how many tails touched his back.

The sting Jack felt shot through his spine, alighting every nerve ending in his body. The sexual rush it gave him, shot straight to his cock. Mistress S repeated the exercise to the left side of his spine. Jack groaned as she carried on the punishment, alternating from left to right of his spine on his upper back. Mistress A watched intently as she carried on rubbing her clit and fingering herself, her juices forever flowing. As Mistress S continued, the flogging became harder; more tails began to hit Jack’s back. Jack was by now groaning intently as his sexual excitement grew with each sting and each moment of watching Mistress A bringing herself nearer to orgasm. As she saw Mistress S bring the flogger down again on Jack’s back, she moaned loudly as her climax took control. That was the signal for Mistress S to stop; she sat back down on her seat and waited for Mistress A to recover her composure.

“Now Jack.” Mistress A moved her fingers to Jack’s lips. “Clean my fingers.”

Jack accepted his Mistress’s fingers into his mouth and licked and sucked on them like a hungry baby.

“Good boy Jack.” Now lick my pussy clean.” She ordered, pushing his face into her soaking wet crotch.

Jack suckled on her wet lips, swallowing her juices, flicking his tongue all around as he cleaned up his Mistress’s cum.

“Thank you Jack, now I think Mistress S deserves some reward don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress A.” He struggled to speak the words as he licked and savoured his Mistress’s juices on his lips.

The Mistresses swopped places with each other, so Mistress S was now facing Jack’s face, she had a dildo in her hand.

“Suck on my dildo Jack, make it nice and moist for me.” She plunged it into his mouth.

Jack lubricated the silver dildo with his saliva as ordered.

“Now Jack, watch and enjoy this.” She purred, as she opened her pussy lips with one hand and entered the dildo inside her with the other.

Mistress A had picked up a small wooden paddle from the Limo’s seat compartment and slid her long nails along the edge, checking it was smooth.

“Watch feel and enjoy Jack.” She laughed. Mistress A then slapped Jack’s ass a few times with the palm of her hand, warming him up for the paddle.

Jack’s cock was throbbing, he loved to be spanked, it always helped to get him ready for his reward. His ass was now pink and ready for play.

Mistress A bought the paddle down hard on his lower left buttock. Mistress S began to moan as she watched, her dildo beginning to disappear faster inside her. Jack watched Mistress S intently, groaning again at the exquisite pain he was experiencing as the paddle made contact with his butt.

As red welts began to appear on Jacks ass, Mistress A would stop momentarily and rim his ass hole with her finger. Jack wanted to explode; he wondered just how much longer he could stand this punishment before he did.

“Do you like this Jack?” Mistress A enquired, as she occasionally slipped a finger into his ass hole between spanks, increasing his intensity.
“Oh yes Mistress A, I do.” He moaned.

“Do you want your reward now Jack?” Mistress A enquired as she began to slip two fingers into his hole, twisting and turning them, making his entrance grow larger each time.
“Yes Mistress A.”

“Beg me Jack; tell me how much you want it.” She ordered as she slammed the paddle down hard again on his by now red raw ass.

“Please Mistress A, fuck me, fuck me to please Mistress S, fuck me to please you.” Jack begged. He desperately wanted his release; as he carried on watching Mistress S fuck her self with the silver dildo.

“Oh yes Jack, we do love it when you want to please us so much.” Mistress S moaned.

Mistress A put the paddle down and quickly and expertly slid on a strap on dildo. She carried on toying with Jack’s ass with her fingers.

She then kneeled onto the Limo floor directly behind Jack; she slapped him hard one last time with the palm of her hand and then entered the dildo straight into his ass hole. Jack let out a guttural growl; this was his reward he had been desperately waiting for. She dug her nails in at the top of his neck and slowly sharply brought them down his back either side of his spine as she began to fuck his ass hard with the strap on. Jack was in ecstasy as he waited for the signal from Mistress S. His lustful, pleading gaze never left hers.

“Okay Jack play, please both your mistresses.” As she fondled her breasts through the fishnet and carried on fucking herself with the dildo.

Mistress A reached across for a second, flicking a switch which released the right wrist restraint from Jack’s wrist.

Jack got hold of his rigid cock and began to slide his hand down the length and back up again. His rhythm grew momentum as Mistress A carried on relentlessly fucking his ass.

“Oh yes Jack, cum for us, you slut, please us.” Mistress S moaned as her orgasm began to rise.

Jack’s heart was pumping, the adrenalin rushing through his body at the pleasure and pain he was experiencing. His heart rate began to increase; his breathing became deeper and faster as he began to feel the orgasm build in his scrotum. Mistress A lent in to him and moved her hand around to his front, cupping his balls and massaging them with her hand. The orgasm took over the whole of the lower part of his body as he let out a deep strong groan. The first rope of semen shot out of his cock, as he watched Mistress S squirm uncontrollably as she enjoyed her own climax. Five or six more ropes of cum pumped out of Jack’s cock as he held onto it. The intensity of his orgasm wracked through his whole body, Jack had refrained from sex for over a week, wanting this night to be memorable. Along with the build up and punishment, it felt like he was having a multiple orgasm, although no more ejaculation occurred. He couldn’t move for quite a few minutes as his breathing settled and his strength seemed to leave him. It was one of the most powerful and hardest orgasms Jack had ever experienced.

Mistress A reached over to the control panel and flicked another switch, releasing the other wrist restraint from Jacks wrist. She then toyed with all the switches with her fingertip, searching for the right one before pressing it. This was no ordinary Limousine; Jack had invested time and money having this toy specifically built to certain requirements. It had cost him well in excess of a quarter of a million pounds, but he was seeing a return on his investment and enjoying the delights of it too. The back of the Limo’s extendable roof began to rise. Jack sat back onto his seat and watched with a grin on his face as the back interior turned into a replica of a small Dungeon, complete with stocks, a whipping bench and a torture seat.

Among the many accessories included whips, canes, ball weights, plugs and vibrators. Hanging from the sides of the interior hung uniforms of varying play, made of rubber, latex and leather. On the side panel, lay cock rings, leather straps, gags and collars.

To the unknowing eye, this was nothing more than a hired Limo ride for the night. To the ones that knew more, it was a complete B.D.SM Dungeon kitted out with everything you would need for a night of Fetish fantasy. A night of submission and torture came at a price, when hiring this Limo, but it had a waiting list of clients wanting to hire it. Its clientele ranged from the rich and famous to the high flyers and the bored housewife and was kept in demand seven days a week.

The passenger door to the side of Jack suddenly opened and the female Chauffeur climbed inside.

"Having fun Jack?" She smiled, as she closed the door behind her.

"Oh yes Wifey." He fondled his balls as his cock grew at the sight of his sexy wife sat next to him.

"Good, we're back at the hotel, but you know what you must do darling bitch before I will unlock your collar."

She dangled the key on the tip of her riding crop and signalled to Mistress A to lock the doors.

"You know my pleasure is your pain Jack." She grinned. "I love to push your limits baby."

"Move to the torture seat now Jack." Mistress A ordered.

Jack quickly moved to the back of the Limo and sat down on the torture seat. Mistress S blindfolded him and slipped handcuffs around his wrists, then locked them onto the back of the seat . If he was to have his fun with his two Mistresses within his wife's business he had helped to set up, then so too must his wife have her fun for allowing Jack this freedom to indulge him self.

"Lindsay I only have an hour to my next business meeting." Jack pleaded. "So we don't have long."

"Dam you Jack, I'll take as long as I want, or the deals off." She hissed. "Perhaps he hasn't been punished enough yet Mistresses." She enquired with a knowing look.

Mistress A then clamped on two clover nipple clamps to Jack, which sent a raw shockwave running up his spine. She began to apply various degrees of pressure, restricting the blood flow. The pain sent signals to his cock almost immediately. Mistress S placed a ball gag into Jack's mouth behind his teeth and secured the straps around his head. A rubber cock ring was then placed around his cock and scrotum, engorging his erect cock with more blood.

Lindsay watched the two women prepare her husband. She became more and more turned on at the sight of him in front of her and couldn't resist letting her fingers stray to her crotch. Wet with excitement she teased her clit. Mistress S grabbed Jacks silky black hair from behind and pulled it sharply, his cock became more engorged.

"Oh yes Jack, now you're worth a fuck." She drooled, at the site of her helpless husband and his thick juicy cock enticing her. She adored to see her strong, always in control husband like this, it turned her on to take the control away from him. Now he sat there in pain, at her mercy, her pleasure was nearly complete. She climbed onto him, her breasts in his face, and eased her self down slowly onto his now rigid member.

Slowly she rode his cock, as Mistress A applied more pressure to the clover clamps. His eyes widened under the blindfold as the torture increased, his pleasure and pain exciting his wife more. She moaned in ecstasy as she began to grind down hard. Mistress S moved round to the back of her and then pressed her body in against her as she cupped her breasts and fondled them.

"Oh yes baby, squeeze them." She purred. "Oh Jack, you should see what she's doing to me." She then teased.

Jack could only imagine, as he felt his wife ride his cock and the pain Mistress S was administering through the nipple clamps and pulling of his hair.

Mistress S moved one hand lower and began to Rub Lindsay's clit. An electrifying sensation ripped through Lindsay's body. Her muscles contracted as she let out a deep, soulful moan. She had been riding her husband hard and fast, but slowed suddenly to soak up the waves of her orgasm that swept upwards throughout her body. Her hands were on Jack's shoulders and her nails dug in hard.

Once her orgasm subsided, she leant into Jack; a contentedness enveloped her as she regained control of her breathing. She climbed off Jack and kneeled down in front of him. She took off his cock ring and began to lower her mouth down onto his cock. She knew he would be at breaking point wanting to cum, and sucked hungrily on his cock, playing with his balls swallowing all her cum that had spread over him. She sucked his cock up, with long hard strokes of her mouth and began to squeeze hard on his balls. Jack could hold on no longer as his balls began to contract, pumping ropes of semen into his wife's mouth. He bit down hard on the ball gag, as his groans tried to leave his throat.

Exhausted with the intensity of his orgasm's Jack's head sank to his right side.

"Now you can go to your business meeting Jack." She laughed. "Oh and hurry up, your Mistresses have to clean and prepare for our next guests. We are entertaining two high court Judges in twenty minutes."

Jack could hardly move, his pleasure had zapped the energy out of him, his torture had exquisitely dilapidated his body. The Fetish Limo was waiting for its next passengers, his clever business minded wife was already thinking of her ever increasing bank balance, having had her lust satisfied and her husband's lust most certainly satisfied, for the time being at least.

"Hey aren't you forgetting something Lady." Jack managed to utter.

"Oh yes, silly me." Lindsay giggled as she unlocked the steel collar from Jack's neck. "Wouldn't want the health minister seeing that now would we, when you open the new hospital wing you donated money to later."

Ethan and I met on a forum for Christian singles interested in the domestic discipline lifestyle. While he had grown up in such a household, I had been fatherless and spoiled all my life. At the time I wasn't sure it was something I wanted for myself but I was curious.

There has always been something in me that has been attracted to the concept of submission and to men worth the honor of my submitting to them. I don't know why. I've long since given up asking myself that or trying to decide if I'm crazy or kinky, or whatever. I've learned to just accept myself the way I am and I think I'm lucky, because many people live their entire lives and never do.

About Ethan. He's 6'2, and clean cut with hazel eyes and a good build from working on his father's farm. He majored in agricultural science in college. Highly intelligent, affectionate, and a real Southern gentleman, he completely swept me off my feet from the very beginning. I never stood a chance.

We had our differences. I was a city girl and I'd majored in English, being more of the scholarly type than he was. I intended to study library science in graduate school, but ended up being a housewife instead. I reign Queen over a nice house with a fair sized amount of land. I spend my days making things nice for myself and my family. Being June Cleaver may not suit everyone, but it suits me.

Despite my curiosity, at the time of our marriage I was still very unsure about the whole domestic discipline thing. Ethan was though. He maintained that his parents had practiced it for twenty five years of marriage and were completely happy. And he was right. His parents are the kind of people that other couples look to in envy.

But that wasn't what led me to accept his proposal. I married him because I was truly, deeply, whole heartedly in love with him. When you're in love, you're willing to do anything in the world for that special person. I knew that Ethan loved me and I knew he'd never hurt me, so when he asked me to marry him I never had a second thought.

I didn't go into the marriage without apprehension. Despite what I'd read and conversations we'd had, I wasn't sure quite what to expect. He never once tried to lay a finger on me during our courtship. "A man has no business spanking a woman who isn't his wife any more than he has making love to her," he told me once.

As the date of the wedding grew nearer I had many questions about myself. Could I really be the woman he needed me to be? Would the life of a housewife really be fulfilling? What about the discipline? What if I came to fear or resent Ethan? What if I wasn't tough enough to take it?

His mother had the most helpful answer to that last one.

"It isn't about being strong or tough. The point of the whole thing is to eliminate stubborn, stiff-necked tendencies. It's not about power...it's about giving up power. It's about complete trust in your mate. Do you trust Ethan?"

Yes, I did. And that's why I married him.

Our honeymoon was just like anyone else's would have been. We were away for two glorious weeks with only each other to think about. He was my first and I was his, and that's a rare thing in this day and age.

Once we were back we set to work starting our new life together. I bustled around getting our nest in order and he went out and worked on the farm. I was happy, but still had a slight, edgy feeling of dread. I knew what my expected wifely duties were and I was still afraid of disappointing him.

It was toward the end of the first week back from our honeymoon as we were sitting on the porch steps drinking iced tea and watching the sun go down when he said casually, "Tomorrow I plan to give you your first spanking, Beth."

My fingers tightened nervously on the glass. "But I haven't done anything wrong."

"No. You've been wonderful. This is just how this kind of relationship is kept healthy and well oiled. Regular discipline keeps gender roles firmly in place, and frankly, I think it's good for woman's emotional nature. My mother....who by the way gets one spanking a week...says it's a good stress reliever. Honey, you've been like a hampster on a wheel all this week."

"I've been busy."

"I know. And a good cry will be good for you," he said in a reasonable tone. "And too....there's an intimacy to it. You don't understand yet, but you will."

"When exactly?"

"Tomorrow night after dinner. If it makes you feel any better, I'm nervous too. I've never spanked a woman before."

This was not overly comforting. It must have showed on my face.

"I won't enjoy hurting you, you know. Some things are just necessary. It hurt when I took your virginity, didn't it?"

Yes, it had. And I was still so tight that I felt discomfort whenever we made love...but the reward was well worth it. That's just how some things are in life. I set down my glass and snuggled up against him. "I love you Ethan. Whatever you want."

The moment of reckoning came after dinner the following day, just as he had warned me. Ethan had come in from checking the animals and said simply, "Beth, go up to our room, undress and wait for me in the chair by the window. I'll be up after the news. Sit quietly and prepare yourself for your spanking."

I did as he asked, following his orders with shaking hands and fingers. It was alarming to be so at the mercy of another person, and yet what a beautiful thing to have such love and trust.

I had to wait for a torturous half hour. I knew it would hurt and dreaded it. "If a man doesn't bring his wife to tears, then he has failed her," Ethan told me once. "Tears show that the spanking has done it's job. Trust me....you'll understand when you experience it."

Nervously, I glanced at the basket beside the chair. It contained a cane, a belt, and a bath brush. I had a horror of the cane from an account his mother had told me of one being used on her once. She'd had welts for a week afterwards, but oddly enough, didn't seem to mind. "I'd deserved it and after it was all over, I thanked him sincerely," she'd summed it all up.

I could not imagine myself thanking anyone for putting welts on me and hoped I would never have the occasion.

My eyes moved to the belt, a supple length of thick brown leather. It looked wicked, like a whip out of some movie about the Middle Ages. The bath brush didn't look much better as it was heavy and made of thick, solid wood.

It was a relief when he finally came but there was a steely look to his eyes and a note of authority in his voice that was new to me. He sat down near me on the edge of the bed and said, "I'm going to spank you because I love you. I'll be gentle this first time but it will still hurt. A spanking must hurt to be effective. Every Friday at this same time I intend to spank you. After this I'll want you to come up here and get ready without being told."

He paused, as though waiting for me to reply, but I was silent, head bowed. Suddenly I felt very humiliated by the whole thing and couldn't meet his eyes. He was my best friend and lover but suddenly he had an air of authority about him that I felt compelled to respect. It was like sitting beside a stranger.

"Come over here and lay across my lap," he instructed.

For the first time ever I didn't want to go to him. At the same time, I knew I had to or it would only make things worse. Besides which, I wanted him to be pleased and proud of me, and that more than anything gave me the strength I needed to cross the distance between us.

My heart was pounding very fast as he hooked one arm around my waist to secure me over his knee. I felt ridiculously awkward and ungraceful hanging there like that like a bad little girl being punished for having a messy room. After one final warning to stay still, it began as his hand came down soundly on my bottom. It stung, but I think I was more startled by it than hurt. His hand came down again and began a constant rain of solid swats.

I closed my eyes and was glad he couldn't see my face which I'm sure was scarlet. Yet despite the humiliation, I was experiencing an odd sort of epiphany as I lay there over my husband's knee while he spanked my backside redder than my face. There was something strangely comforting about giving myself over to him so completely. I became more aware of my femininity and I became aware of a strange undercurrent of sexual energy that was almost palpable.. Maybe it was just because he'd never seemed so strong and...male...before.

"I think you're having a little too much fun," he commented, though there was a slight twinge of amusement in his words. He almost sounded like himself again, my best friend, rather than the authoritarian stranger that he'd become when he'd walked in the room. I felt him lean down and reach under the bed for something and had only a moment to feel concern before something slapped across my bottom so hard that I gave an involuntary shriek of pain and surprise. It felt like the sole of one of my slippers, which indeed it proved to be.

Now he spanked me harder and faster and I realized that he had been gentle before. What I didn't realize was that he was still being extremely gentle...it just didn't seem so at the time. My bottom was starting to burn like fire and I was beginning to wonder if he'd ever stop. It was getting to be a struggle to stay still and accept what he was giving me. Again and again the slipper found its mark, searing my already chafed skin. I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to hold out.

Finally I broke. Without warning, as suddenly as water spilling from a glass, all resistance ran out of me and I started to cry. For a moment I sensed hesitation on his part but then he only spanked me harder. I continued to sob quietly for another five minutes or so and found it strangely cathartic. It was just such a relief to give in to his will and submit myself to him body and soul. I've never felt anything quite so profound.

It was a few seconds before I realized that he'd stopped. When he let me up and I looked in his face I saw strong emotion in his eyes. Realizing that he'd also found this hard overwhelmed me with love for him.

I slid to the floor and settled between his knees. "Thank you," I whispered, wiping away tears. It just seemed to be the right and natural thing to say somehow. I felt lax and warm and very aware of my femininity...of his masculinity as well. "Ethan....let me..." I whispered, reaching for the button of his jeans. "Let me do this for you. I want to love you like this...right here...on my knees." Another thing that felt completely natural although I'd never done it before.

Eyes bright with passion, he nodded.

I unfastened his pants and freed his erection. Although I was inexperienced, I let instinct guide me. I made love to him with my mouth, sliding my lips up and down his length. His evident pleasure emboldened me and I found myself intoxicated by his musky, masculine scent and taste. I found that I was getting as much pleasure in giving as he was in receiving.

"Get ready, Beth," he ground out with sudden urgency.

Hot, sticky fluid filled my mouth. After the first shock I found that the sensation gave me pleasure. There was just something so raw and intimate about tasting my husband's semen while my backside still tingled from his spanking.

We locked eyes while he finished and then he said gruffly, "Come here."

This time I had no hesitation in climbing into his arms. Urgently, almost roughly, he pulled me onto the bed and laid me on my back, parting my thighs.

I hadn't realized how desperately aroused I was until his fingers plunged inside me and he lowered his head to lap my swollen clitoris with his tongue. My senses already heightened by the spanking, it took all of thirty seconds for him to make me writhe and claw at the sheets with a pleasure so intense that it almost bordered on pain.

Afterwards he held me, and I found myself crying again, though I couldn't think why. "Now you understand," he told me, kissing my forehead.

"Did I please you?" I asked wistfully.

"Very much --- I'm so proud of you. You held so still for me and...well....what came after was a nice touch. I can't think of any better way for a woman to show submission and love to her husband than that."

"I enjoyed it...I liked how you tasted."

"So you should. It's natural for a woman to crave her husband's body.....as I crave yours."

I drifted off to sleep shortly after that, wrapped in his arms and the sweetness of his words feeling utterly content, satisfied, and surrendered.