Greetings all. Although I've been a lurker for 6+ years, I've been unable to
post because my only access has been through machines at work. Finally I've
weaseled an outside account and can add my meager experience to the community.

I only wish Clay was still around.

I'd like to thank everyone here for the many hours of enjoyment and education
that you've provided. When I first discovered asb I was surprised and pleased to
find a whole Usenet group devoted to what I had thought were my strange private
kinks (I was pretty young at the time, and naive).

So thanks everyone, and I hope that I will be able to contribute something
useful or at least entertaining.

What follows is a story I've been working on. I've never written anything for
public consumption before, so I'm anxious for any feedback on its quality or
suggestions for improvement. (Don't quit your day job!) If I'm not quickly
vilified for wasting bandwidth with dreck I'll post the rest of it.

And now, on with the show...

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master."

"Kneel... spread your knees further apart... keep your back straight... bow your
head slightly... very good. Very nice. Now lock your hands behind your back.
Very good."

"Thank you Master." A slight catch in her voice, she was nervous. Inside my
abdomen it seemed that something warm had rolled around itself.

"Now I'm going to blindfold you."

"Yes, Master."

I wrapped the white silk around her head it contrasted beautifully with her
curls of jet black hair. As I wound the smooth, cool fabric around her head I
worried that she would be able to see through it. That would show weakness,
inexperience.

"Can you see, Amy?"

"No, Master."

I flicked my hand towards her face -- no reaction. The liquid white silk was
magnificent against her hair and shadowed skin her lips were slightly open, and
she trembled very slightly as her chest rose and fell. The silence grew, and so
did her trembling, until she started to open her mouth to speak.

"Don't forget the rules, Amy."

"I'm sorry Master."

And the trembling had stopped she seemed to raise her head a little, perhaps
ashamed of her weakness.

"Are you ready to be bound, slave?"

She started. The tip of her tongue slipped out to caress her lower lip, and she
moved her head to one side slightly. I knew she was embarrassed to hear these
words spoken, but they held a shameful, exciting mystery for her. In her
interest in submission she had reminded me of a cat on the street, hovering
near, wanting to be stroked but ready to dart away at a quick move. And yet, she
returned again and again to the subject, asking why I was interested and why
anyone -- meaning me, in her insular way -- would allow themself to be degraded
so. Searching for the words that would allow her rational mind to justify
indulgence of her passion. I still don't know what it was that tipped the
balance one Saturday over a late breakfast she had mentioned casually that she
would like to stay over one night and "try some of those things, you know, the
ones we talked about." And then a blush as I nodded.

She raised herself slightly and took a slow breath, then answered.

"Yes, Master."

"Ask me."

"What?", forgetting herself for a moment. Silence seeped between us again.

"What, Master?"

I remained silent.

"Master, I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

I let the silence grow, as her trembling began again.

I spoke softly: "Ask me."

She drew in her breath a little and raised herself once more.

"Master, please tie me up."

Silence.

"I'm sorry Master, I'm nervous, I forgot. Master, please bind me."

"Bind you how?"

Again, embarrassed silence, and then quietly:

"Bind my hands, Master, behind my back."

"Lie on the floor, Amy." She let herself relax from her proud kneeling position
and then bent at the waist, raising her bottom into the air as her chest sank to
the floor.

We had agreed that despite the possibility of friction burns we would use rope
it was her choice -- I think the texture excited her -- but I too was pleased
with her taste. I folded her arms behind her back so that the forearms were
parallel, wrists touching elbows. Three ropes, each wound four or six times, one
for the center and one around each wrist, holding it tight to the elbow. Tight
enough for her to feel, but not digging in. Again, I stood back a little,
lighting myself a cigarette, and looked at her. The light, pleated skirt hung
halfway down the back of her thighs, riding just highly enough to entice. Her
arms were golden against the black blouse, wound with the creamy white rope,
flexing gently as she tried her bonds. I was the one who should have been
trembling.

"Sit up, Amy. You look uncomfortable."

"Yes, Master." "Actually that was quite comfortable."

I slowly walked around her until I was facing her again.

"Oh really? Well I'll remember that. It ...

When people conjure up images of bound women, they usually envision damsels in
distress, securely bound on beds, chairs, or other bondage locations. Not too
many people would consider bathtub bondage, but hopefully by the end of my
story, there will be a few converts to the cause.

Why bondage in water? Some of you are likely pondering this question.
Actually my wife and bondage partner, Francine, and I never were bondage
enthusiasts. We tried bondage once in our brass bed, finding it lacked erotic
appeal for us both.

Our water-filled bondage fantasies began quite innocently. One day, Francine was
in the shower, washing her soft curvaceous body. I stood at the sink, naked, as
I finished shaving.

"Honey would you mind sponging off my back?" Francine asked. "I can't quite
reach the middle."

"Sure," I answered, climbing in behind her. I sponged her back and then as I
prepared to leave the tub, I stepped right into a pair of her silky black panty
hose, hanging down from the shower curtain. I'm always complaining to her about
how they make me feel like I'm walking into a spider's webb.

We're always playing childish pranks on one another, so I decided to do
something to make her livid with anger. I would tie her hands with the panty
hose, connect the panty hose to the shower rod and leave her stranded in the tub
for a few minutes while I walked out of the room.

"Francie, will you but your hands behind your back for a second?" I asked her. I
want to wash you some more." She placed her hands behind her back, oblivious to
my intentions. With deft speed, I wrapped the one leg of the hosiery around her
wrists, knotting it securley. Then I drew the other leg over the curtain. She
was immobile for the moment.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" she snapped. Of all the stupid pranks.
Only you would do something as juvenile as this. Untie me right now!"

"When I'm good and ready," I replied. "I think I'll go read the paper for a
few minutes."

Francie was perturbed to put it mildly. the veins stood out in her neck, while
the misty water sprayed her. I left the room and returned a mere five minutes
later, since my mischievious games are generally short lived. When I went to
untie her, she was the one who shocked me by saying, "Don't untie me, just Fuck
me." And she bent over as far as possible, leaving her perfect butt cheeks
sticking up in the air.

My cock was rock hard. I didn't need any lubricant since my shaft was already
wet from the water. I parted her butt cheeks, easing my throbbing prick up her
tight chute. A soft, "ahh," escaped from between her lips.

It was intresting how she no longer protested about what I had done to her. Her
anger had turned to pleasure.

Anal sex is a favorite activity of ours, but here in the tub with my wife's
hands tied together, it took on a new meaning. Francine was really starting to
get into this bathtub bondage scenario. She undulated her hips wildly as her
anal muscles tugged frantically at my shaft. I slid rythmically in her asshole,
as I grabbed her pendulous breasts, fondling them gently.

"Yes!" she gasped breathlessly. "Come up my ass." Then a half minute later she
cried out, "HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!"

Her pelvic movements had intensified, fanny shaking like a bowl of jello while
my pounding pistol kept driving in and out of her dark hole. After another
thirty seconds, I had passed the point of no return. I came with a violent
ejaculation, spraying a volly of sizzling semen deep toward her bowels.

That triggered another blast and in rapid succession I shot four waves of semen
into her backside. My cock ached from the intensity of my orgasm. I'd never felt
so satisfied sexually sexually before. Francine seemed to go insane with the
ecstasy, in the throes of a terrific orgasm even though she wasn't able to touch
her pussy. Her burning cunt sent a stream of pussy cream down the insides of her
legs, while the last of my come flooded her backside.

When I widthdrew my rod from her anus, she was breathing heavy. It took awhile
to recover. "I don't know what possessed you to tie me up like that," she noted,
"but thank goodness you did. After the pantyhose had been around my wrist a
while, I got so increadibly horny I couldn't believe it.

I untied her and helped her off. When we went into the bedroom the bondage was
all we could talk about. We were so enthusiastic, like teens discussing sex for
the first time. The potential of bathtub bondage intregued us.

The following evening we decided to try it again. It wouldn't be so spontaneous
now that we could plan things out. I began filling up the tub with water while
Francie went into the bedroom. She emerged a few minutes later wearing very sexy
lingerie, hardly the type of apparel for bathing.

She was dressed in a lace bra, the wispy material so transparent, I thought her
massive breasts would poke through ...

Greetings, all. fanny here.

I went to the airport to pick up a friend from his trip. I got to the electronic
boothy thing that xrays purses and carry-ons and that checks your bod for metal.
Anyway, I walked thru just fine, but they took a long time checkin' out the
images in my purse. Instead of giving me my purse back when they were done, they
handed it to a security guard.

"Do you have a problem?" I asked.

"Talk to him about it, Ma'am" and he handed my purse to the mega-guard.

He then proceeds to take everything out of my purse. Even the lint. Whatta jerk.
He gets to my key ring and asks,

"What's this, Ma'am?"

"They're keys."

"No, I mean these." And he points to the little cuffs I have hooked on
my keyring.

"It's a key chain. A novelty item."

"Hey, Bill, look at these thumbcuffs!" and mega-guard calls over his croney.
"These are thumbcuffs, right Bill?"

"Yep. They are," said Bill the dimwit.

"No, they're NOT!" I insist. "They are a toy! A gimmick! I've been in and out of
this airport THREE TIMES in the last month, and I've NEVER been stopped like
this before!" I'm angry now. I'm talking thru clenched teeth.

"Sorry, Ma'am, but you can't go into the airport with these."

(if he calls me "ma'am" one more time, he'll never father children)

Ok, so I collect myself. I'll see if I can reason with this guy. Afterall, he's
trying to do his job.

"Look, these are not weapons. I have a swiss army knife that you allowed,
but these trinkets are considered more threatening? C'mon, you know better
than that."

"Sorry, Ma'am...

(grrrrrr!!!)

... but, you can't take these in. You have to leave them outside the gates."

I'm tired of arguing with this guy. He's not gonna give up or give
in.

I tell him, "Fine, you hold on to these. I'll be back in 15 minutes." And I
start stuffing everything else back into my bag.

"No, Ma'am, we can't do that. You have to give them to someone else to
hold on to."

"I WHAT??!!?" My tone is markedly louder.

"You have to give them to someone else to hold on to. We can't keep them here."

"This is INSANE! I don't know anyone in this damn airport! What the hell do you
suggest!??"

"Give them to a vendor to hold on to."

"FINE! If that's what will get you to let me into this airport, I'll do JUST
THAT! And give me your full name NOW!" He hands everything back to me, gives me
his name, and escorts me from the area. I storm away and find the first open
vendor. It's already after 9pm on a Sunday night, and most have closed shop. I
give my sob story to the fresh fruit and nuts guy and he gladly holds on to the
"weapons." Sheesh!

So, I return and smuggly toss my purse on the xray conveyor belt. I charge thru
the detectors again. And they look VERY CLOSELY at the image of my purse. They
reluctently hand me my purse.

"THANK YOU!" I hiss and go off to the gate.

My friend's flight came in fine, but we have to go back out past my "buddies"
to get to the baggage claim area. I leer at them venomously when I see them. I
rush over to claim my 'contraband' and the guy at the counter recognizes me
immediately. He gets 'em out of his pocket and places them in my hand. But
then, he holds them in my hand for a longer-than-he- should-have moment. He
stares at me, still holding my hand, and whispers, "Oh, my name is Kenneth.
What's your name."

I pause... smile... and tell him, "You can call me Ma'am."

I grab the cuffs, remove his hand from mine, and make it back just in time to
help my friend with his luggage.

What man hasn't lusted after his wife's beautiful sister? Pamela and
Michael are a couple deeply involved in a relationship of submission and
dominance. She is used to his insulting, taunting words as they play
their seductive games of slavery. And for years, her beautiful young
sister has been part of his taunting, as Michael has promised that one
day he will have her naked and in chains kneeling before him. Pamela is
both jealous and excited at her husband's words, as well as protective
of her sister, but she doesn't think anything will ever come of it.

"The pool," Nicky said. "I’m all for the pool."

"Oh yeah!" Pamela said, enthusiastically. "I’ll get my suit!"

Nicky moved to the window and drew back the curtains, eyes dropping to
Michael, who was wearing a tight thong as he moved around the edge of
the pool with a net, clearing it of leaves. His oiled body glistened in
the sunshine and the teenager felt a sudden tightness in her belly.

She watched her sister leave, and closed the door, locking it, then
stripped off her tight tank top to bare her proud young breasts to the
dresser top mirror. She fingered the little barbells piercing her
nipples, and felt the pink buttons grow stiff. Her stomach felt a sudden
jolt of electric heat, and she unsnapped her jeans and peeled them down,
along with her panties.

She moaned weakly as she felt the dildo begin to slide out of her shaven
sex. Miguel had told her she was not to climax until she was with him
again. Yet the dildo was driving her mad. Surely she should take it out
now! Yet he had ordered her to leave it in place. Her virgin pussy lips
clung tightly to it, but it was slick with her inner juices. She need
only squeeze down a little to keep it inside.

She opened one of her bags and her heart raced, then she pulled out her
black thong. She hadn’t ever dared wear it in public, at a beach or pool
around boys, but this was just she and Pamela - and Mike, of course. But
he was... family... sort of.

The lycra slipped up her long legs and the straps slid high on her hips
as she pulled the crotch tightly against her pussy. It would easily keep
the dildo in place.

She pulled out the bra and slipped her shoulders into the straps, then
pulled the cups against her breasts and pulled the strap behind,
buckling it. The cups were too small, straining against her breasts,
showing a lot of cleavage, and she felt a liquid heat between her legs
at the thought of wearing it around Mike. But Mike was - Mike, and
they’d flirted forever.

She felt deliciously slutty and sexy as she left the bedroom and made
her way downstairs. She bit her lip as she looked out into the back
yard. Mike was gorgeous! He was such a dreamboat! Pamela was so lucky!
She slid the door open and stepped through.

"Hi, Mike!" she called.

She was gratified as he turned with a broad grin on his face and started
towards her, his arms open. She ran to him and was crushed against him,
his big arms coming around her tightly, pulling in against the bare skin
of her back, squeezing her breasts against his powerful chest.

"Nicky!" he cried. "How are you, sexy?"

"Great!" she said enthusiastically.

He shifted his hands onto her arms and pushed her out, holding her at
arms length and eyeing her up and down.

"Woah," he said. "You’re a walking wet dream."

Nicky flushed, excited but also embarrassed.

"Are your boobs getting even bigger?" he teased.

"Mike!" she groaned, blushing even more. "Don’t talk about my boobs!"

He chuckled and let go of her arms and she folded them over her breasts.

"They’re not nearly as big as Pam’s anyway," she said.

"They look plenty big to me, baby," he said with a mock leer.

"Jerk!" she said, punching at his chest.

He grabbed at her and she squealed in delight, feeling a hot surge of
sex heat as he wrapped his arms around her and she wiggled against his
oiled body. He lifted her up, crushing her against his chest, and for a
moment his hands pressed against her bare bottom. Then he half threw her
up and bent forward, pulling her across his shoulder.

"Hey! Let me down!"

He laughed and slapped at her bare bottom.

"I know just the place for you, little girl," he said, turning and
heading for the edge of the pool.

"Nooo!"

Nicky slapped at his back, then squealed as he flung her into the water.
She twisted in the deep water and popped the surface, gasping, then
treaded water as she looked up at him. Her eyes skimmed his powerful
body and noted, with a spasm of lust, the thick bulge in his tight thong.

"Bastard!"

She splashed him hard, and he charged, dropping into the water next to
her. Nicky squealed again and turned with delight, swimming away, but he
caught at a kicking ankle and dragged her back.

Under the water, she kicked wildly as he got both ankles, dragging her
upside down, holding her with her body pressed along his, and for a
moment her face was pressed against his groin, and she felt a kind of
sexual shockwave as she felt the hardness against her cheek. Then she
was being thrown away into the water, turning and somersaulting before
coming back to the surface.

They stared at each other from a few feet away, and Nicky felt a wild
urge to throw herself into his arms. Sexual hunger roared like a bonfire
inside her. But she turned away, striding through the water. She was
slightly afraid now, afraid of what happened. It was fine and good to
fantasise about Mike, which she’d done many times, and okay to flirt
with him, but she’d given him a hard-on!

And she was feeling a wild sexual thrill herself. She’d given Mike a
hard-on! That gave her a warm, hot sense of accomplishment, of victory,
of womanly conquest. He was a grown man, a sophisticated man, not a boy,
but he was hot for her. She felt like preening in smug satisfaction.

Then Pamela emerged from the house, wearing a tight bikini which looked
even more revealing than Nicky’s, straining against her full, gorgeous
breasts. She dropped a pair of towels and some lotion and then jumped
into the water. A moment later she and Michael had their arms around
each other as he lifted her into the air, their mouths pressed hungrily
together.

"Miss me?" she asked.

"Always," Michael said.

Nicky felt a throb of jealousy, though she knew that was foolish.

"But I’ve got your hot, sexy sister here. So that’s not too bad,"
Michael said.

"Oh really?" Pamela said. "Well I’ll take care of her!"

And she leapt at Nicky, who squealed again and dodged aside as Mike
looked on, laughing.

She and Pam wrestled before falling into the water and pulling away from
each other. Then Pam caught her again, and Nicky felt her sister’s plump
breasts pressed against her back as she was lifted up and swung around.
Her body was still throbbing with sexual need, and she blamed that for
how wicked and exciting Pam’s breasts felt against her skin. And when
she wriggled around, laughing and wrestling, she deliberately pulled
Pam’s body in against hers so their breasts were squash together.

And then she had a wicked idea. After all, there was no one here but she
and Mike, Pam’s husband. She dodged aside, got her sister from behind,
and yanked her bra down to bare her breasts Pam squealed of course, but
was not at all upset. She saw a little shock come to Nicky’s face,
though, when she noted the small rings piercing her nipples. Then she
had tugged her top up again and put a vengeful look on her face.

"I’ll teach you, little girl!"

Nicky squealed and tried to dodge her, but it seemed to Pamela that she
didn’t try as hard as she might. Nicky was taller than her by an inch,
but Pamela was heavier, fuller of body, her muscles toned through
regular workouts. She forced the laughing girl’s arms up behind her,
held them there, and then yanked her bra top down to bare her breasts to
Michael.

Embarrassment combined with an intense heat flooded Nicky’s body, as her
breasts were bared. Mike was only a dozen feet away, watching and
laughing. Now he looked at her breasts shamelessly, grinning, and gave a
wolf whistle.

She pulled away from Pamela and threw herself into the water, yanking
her bra cups up over her breasts again. "Bitch!" she called over her
shoulder.

"Watch your mouth, little girl," Mike said, "or you’ll get a spanking."

Nicky whirled around, bra back firmly in place, arms over her chest.
"Who’s going to give it to me?" she taunted.

"Me!" Mike said.

"Ha!"

"Me!" Pam said. "And we won’t even have to pull your panties down to do it."

"Ha!"

They both started for her and Nicky yelped and twisted away, wading
frantically through the water towards the edge of the pool. But Mike
caught her right at the edge, and she squealed and laughed as he grabbed
her from behind. She was bent over the lip of the pool, and for a long
moment she felt his groin grinding into her bare bottom, his erection
hard against her sensitive pussy.

He lifted her up and flung her back into the water, however, and she
swam away, gasping, making for the other edge of the pool. Pam didn’t
quite catch her, but got close enough to slap her hand against her bare
bottom as she climbed out. The sound was wet and loud, and followed an
instant later by Nicky’s outraged yelp of pain.

"Bitch!" she yelled down at her sister. "That hurt!"

"Brat! Watch you don’t get another!" Pam laughed.

Nicky felt almost overwhelmed with heat. She had to masturbate. Now! No
matter what Cyber Lord said! But she didn’t dare make it obvious. She
had to find an excuse to get away for a few minutes. Just a few minutes.

"I need something to drink," she said, turning for the kitchen.

Pam pulled herself out of the pool, and to her disappointment, followed
her. "I could use one too. That was a long, hot drive."

They went into the kitchen together, and Nicky’s sexual heat felt as
though it was burning a hole in her belly. She could hardly keep her
fingers from twitching towards her throbbing sex. And, weirdly, even
being with Pam made her feel hot. The two of them were half naked,
dripping wet as the cold air wafted around them, and her eyes went to
her sister’s breasts.

"So?" she demanded. "Pierced nipples are terrible?"

Pam grinned cheekily. "That’s different. I’m a grown up."

"Oh bull!"

"I didn’t say it was bad to pierce your nipples, Nicky," Pamela said as
she poured herself a cola. "I was just surprised, you being a virgin and
all."

"You have to be a slut - or married - to have your nipples pierced?"

"No." Pamela looked at her a long moment that made Nicky squirm a
little, then she put down the drink.

"Let me show you something."

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"Later."

Pamela took her wrist and led her back up the stairs, this time to the
master bedroom. The bed was enormous, and sat on an eight inch high
pedestal. The entire floor was covered in a thick, almost fur like rug
of a very dark golden colour. The bedspread seemed made of the same
furry material. One entire wall was of mirrored doors, and Pamela pulled
her to the one closest to the corner and then let go.

She gave her sister a hesitant look, then opened the mirrored door.
Nicky’s eyes widened, then her jaw dropped. The inside of the door held
hooks, and on those hooks was a wide variety of leather and steel
restraints and collars, straps, crops, whips and flogs. The clothes
hanging up inside were all leather, and all skimpy. There was a shelf on
which sat a number of dildos, vibrators, and things that Nicky had never
even seen before.

Blushing a little, Pam held up a pair of shackles. "Bondage isn’t
exactly a mystery to me and Mike," she said softly.

"Holy shit!" Nicky whispered, her mind buzzing. Pamela smiled at the
girl, but her own inner heat drove her on. Heart pounding, she put the
shackles back, then took down a wide, studded leather collar and held it
up to Nicky’s throat. The blonde girl’s hands rose at first, as if to
push the collar away, then they dropped to her sides as her sister
placed the collar gently around her throat, then turned her and buckled
the collar behind her. For good measure, she snapped a small padlock
into the lock.

Nicky moved back and stared at herself wonderingly in another mirror,
pulse racing.

"I-It looks - hot," she said, her voice a whisper.

She looked down as Pam took her right arm and watched as her sister put
a leather restraint around her wrist, buckled it, and locked it. Then
she held up her other hand and watched as Pamela locked a restraint
around that. She turned, a haze of excitement making the world seem to
spin a little as she admired herself in the mirror.

"I could never afford this kind of stuff," she breathed.

"I think we’re about the same size," Pam said, pulling out a pair of
black stiletto heels. They were quite slinky, with straps and buckles
crossing the foot, and Nicky had never worn heels nearly so high. She
stepped into one, then balanced herself on her sister’s shoulder as
Pamela bent to fasten the second one on.

"How do you walk in these?" she asked, partly aroused, partly amused, as
she moved slowly back and forth.

"Carefully," Pamela said. "But walking isn’t the point. It’s how you
look when you walk."

Nicky stopped and looked at herself in the mirror.

"I look sexy," she said with excitement.

She looked down to see Pamela locking leather restraints around her
ankles, and stepped back a little to admire herself anew. Pam produced a
chain, and locked it to a ring set into her right wrist restraint, then
took her arm and pulled it gently behind her back, slowly forcing it up
higher, then higher still, until Nicky gasped in pain. She then locked
the chain to a ring in the back of the collar.

"This one will be a bit harder," she murmured, clipping another chain to
the blonde girl’s other wrist and pulling that behind her.

It was harder, and Nicky gasped and groaned as her arm was forced up
higher, but she made no protest. Then the second chain was in place and
her wrists were held up high behind her back, and she was bent back a
little, her back arched, her breasts thrusting out.

"Not finished yet," Pamela said.

She drew a thick strap from the closet and moved behind her sister,
pulling the strap up beneath her bent arms, then looping it in around
them. She placed the tongue through the buckle and slowly tightened the
straps, forcing Nicky’s arms back.

"Oh! Oh shit!" Nicky gasped.

"Too much?"

Nicky gulped in several breaths. "Keep going," she said in a quivering
voice.

Pamela tightened the straps further, and Nicky’s elbows pulled back
towards each other. She paused to massage the girl’s shoulders, then
continued pulling on the straps until Nicky’s elbows were jammed
together. Only then did she buckle the belt. A second belt went around
her arms but higher up, and was easily buckled in place.

"And finally," Pamela said.

She pulled the string behind her sister’s neck, and the bra cups fell
away. Nicky gasped and her face reddened, but again she made no protest
as Pamela undid the second string behind her back and removed her bra.
Then her sister slipped her thumbs into the high waistband of her thong
and peeled it down her legs. Nicky blushed deeply, stepping out of it,
newly aware of the dildo in her pussy.

"You’re shaved too I see," Pamela said quietly.

That relieved Nicky of one embarrassment, but she gasped as her sister’s
hand came down to give her pussy a little squeeze.

"That’s right through the clit," she said, her finger easing back the
hood of Nicky’s clit and examining the barbell piercing her clit. "I bet
that hurt."

Nicky tensed uncomfortably, her mind squirming with heat, lust,
excitement and embarrassment as her sister fingered her clit ring. Then
she examined the same stainless steel barbells piercing her sister’s
nipples.

"I think we can replace those," she said.

She unhooked the barbells and took them out of Nicky’s nipples, then
replaced them with a pair of her own, large rings each as wide around as
a silver dollar, though quite thin and light. She produced another ring,
then, smaller and thicker, which she knelt to insert in Nicky’s clit.
The girl gulped and moaned weakly but did not protest as Pamela rose again.

"Kneel," Pamela ordered.

Nicky almost fell to her knees, her wobbly legs giving way.

"Spread your legs, slut."

A jolt hit the blonde teenager, and she thought she might climax right
then and there.

"I-I... I don’t..."

But Pamela gripped her wet, tangled hair and yanked, and Nicky yelped in
pain, jerking her knees apart.

"More, slut."

Thrilled, embarrassed, shocked, frightened, aroused, the girl shifted
her knees, and the dildo began to push out through her tight sex lips.

"Ah, and what have we here?" Pamela demanded, kneeling beside her,
tracing the line of her sex as the dildo pushed.

"P-Pammie!"

Pamela chuckled and gripped the emerging dildo, sliding it slowly out
into view.

"My, my. It’s a long one," she said, pulling it slowly out into view as
her sister blushed fiercely. "But not nearly thick enough for a whore
like you."

She pulled on her sister’s hair.

"Forward, down on your shoulders, slut. Raise your behind."

Nicky gasped and moaned weakly as she let herself fall forward onto her
shoulders. Her sister slapped lightly at her bottom, then pulled the
dildo out.

"Leg’s wide apart, little slut," Pamela ordered, kicking at her sister’s
legs so they shifted further apart.

She walked past her and drew a studded dildo from the closet, then
turned and smiled down at the wide eyed girl, noting her gasp of
excitement at the thick girth of the studded dildo.

She moved behind her and knelt, then rubbed the head up and down her
sister’s smooth, tight little slit. It was already sopping, and the head
of the dildo soon glistened as she pushed it deeper, pulled it back,
then thrust it through the taut sex lips and into her quivering young body.

"Oh! Oh God!" Nicky croaked. "I-it’s thick!"

"Just what you need, slutty girl," Pamela said, pumping the front part
of the dildo in and out, forcing it every deeper into her sister’s
belly. "And long. It’s a foot long and you’re going to take every last
inch."

"Oh!" Nicky groaned. "Oh! Oh yes! Oh God !Unnggh!"

Pamela worked the thick dildo deeper and deeper, twisting it around
inside Nicky’s belly, shifting left, then right, then up then down,
until there were only a few inches left. She slid her hand further down
the length of the dildo until she was holding just the base, then shoved
hard.

"Oww! Ohh! That hurts!" Nicky gasped.

"Good. Everyone loves to hurt slutty little slave girls," Pamela
taunted, twisting the dildo in her fist.

"Fuck! Oh! I-it won’t go deeper!" Nicky cried.

"Just watch me, slut."

She twisted the dildo, forcing the head up, and jammed it forward so it
slid back past the girl’s cervix. Nicky cried out, her bottom jerking
violently, but by then Nicky’s hand was flat against her sex mound, the
flat base of the dildo even with the young blonde teen’s sex lips.

"There, slut. I knew you could take it all. Now stay put."

She rose and moved past the girl to the closet, drew down an enema bag,
and walked quickly into the master bathroom to fill it up. She returned
to find Nicky still in place, her eyes closed, her breathing ragged as
she moaned softly beneath her breath. Pamela rubbed lubrication on the
nozzle of the enema hose and then knelt behind her sister and slowly
inserted it in her rectum.

"Oh! Wh-what are you doing!?" Nicky gasped, eyes shooting open.

"Nicky, you have a lovely bottom. And men love to fuck pretty slave
girls in the ass."

She heard her sister’s breath sucked in sharply as she pushed the nozzle
deeper, and then opened the screw so warm water flowed down into her anus.

"Oh! Shit! I-I... I don’t think I - I’m not sure I want to - ."

Pamela slapped her bottom sharply. "Silence, little slave girl, or I’ll
gag you," she said sternly.

The water drained down through the hose as her sister knelt, trembling,
her fingers squirming and hands twisting up high behind her back. One
quart, then a second, and the girl began to squirm more, her breathing
become more ragged still.

"That will do for now," she said, turning the nozzle.

"Now to keep it there."

She took out the large butt plug and placed a little oil on the end,
then pressed it against her sister’s anal opening. Nicky began to gasp
and groan anew, then to complain and whine, but gave only a small squeak
when the thickest part of the butt plug passed into her body and the
wrinkled little opening all but closed behind it, leaving the rear plug
flat against her.

"Good. Now up and back."

She helped lift Nicky back up into a kneeling position, then took down a
spreader bar with straps on the ends and strapped them to her sister’s
legs just behind the knees, forcing them to remain wide, wide open.

The dildo remained buried in Nicky’s sex, but a half inch had pushed
out, and Pamela thrust it back again, then attached a small chain to a
tiny ring in the base and locked it to her sister’s clitoral ring.

"Ohhh!" Nicky groaned, her head rolling with the heat billowing up
through her groin.

"Nasty little slut," Pamela said.

She brushed out her sister’s long hair, then used a blow dryer to
quickly style it before stepping back. "Almost perfect," she said.

The finale was a fat black ball gag which forced Nicky’s jaw wide and
crushed her tongue down against her lower lip. Pamela felt her own groin
throbbing with excitement as she stared down at her wide eyed sister,
her eyes running up and down the girl’s lush, lewdly displayed body as
she knelt there before the mirror, legs held wide.

"The perfect, helpless little sex slave to any man who wants you," she
said. "And I know one who wants you badly. Or hadn’t you put together
the fact that Miguel is simply Michael in Spanish?"

She saw her sister’s eyes widen before she turned and left the room.

Mike was just coming into the kitchen when she got down.

"Where’s your slut sister?" he asked with a grin.

She raised her eyebrows. "Are you referring to my innocent, virginal
teenage sister?"

"That’s the little cum swallower," he said.

"The little whore is in our bedroom waiting for you to come and rape
her, of course."

He grinned and she nodded. "Miguel," she said.

"Hmm?" He tried and failed to look innocent.

"A Spanish man? How cliched. It wouldn’t have worked with anyone older."

"I can speak pretty good Spanish," he said, putting his arms around her
and letting his hands squeeze her buttocks.

"And what have you been making my innocent sister do over the Internet?"

He laughed. "You should see the videos. Your sister is as fuck hungry a
little whore as I’ve seen - since you, of course."

He pulled her top down and filled his hands with her breasts.

"And now you’re going to go upstairs and do her," she said.

"Really?" he asked doubtfully.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted. She’s all ready for it, too."

She took his hand and led him up the stairs. He was still uncertain,
suspicious of her intentions, but when she opened the door to the master
bedroom and ushered him in his cock instantly stiffened as he realized
his long lust was about to be satisfied.

The alarm went off but i never heard it. It was a dark and rainy day and
i was so tired that my mind must have just shut it out. When i realized
what the noise was, i jumped out of the bed. i was 30 minutes late and
had chores to do for Master before leaving for work. Usually Master
wakes me before he leaves for the office but he knew i was tired and he
was worried so he let me sleep. i hopped into the shower and out in
just minutes. There were dishes in the sink that needed washed and the
coffee pot from Master's morning coffee. i had promised him i would
make his favorite dinner tonight, marinated roast pork, and i had to
prepare the meat before leaving. In addition, i had to pick up the dry
cleaning on my way into work. i wouldn't have time after work or the
roast wouldn't be ready when Master got home. I rushed out the door
after taking care of all the things that needed to be done in the
house.

On the way to the dry cleaner i got stuck in traffic. i was beginning to
panic. i knew that i had to make it to work on time because i had to be
there for Master at 8:00. If I am late, I will be punished. Finally, i
made it to the dry cleaner only to have to wait while they hunted for
Master's shirts. i was so frustrated i could have screamed. When they
handed me the shirts i threw the money on the counter and rushed out.
Once on the road, my only hope was to make up some time. i floored the
gas pedal and prayed not to run into a cop. No such luck on this Friday
morning. Before i had gone a couple of miles a cop was behind me with
his lights on. He pulled me over and in his harshest voice asked if i
was aware i was going 80 mph in a 65 mph zone? I tired to feign
innocence but it didn't work with this hard nosed trooper and as he
wrote out the ticket i began to feel ill because i know that no excuse
is going to be acceptable to Master either.

I arrive at the office late and am told i will be punished for not
checking in with Master on time. Little does he know that there's a lot
more to it than being late. All day i was sick with anticipation and
fear knowing that i would have to confess to Master about the speeding
ticket.

On the way home i watched my speed carefully. i prepared dinner and set
the table making sure everything was exactly the way Master liked it.
When i heard his car pulling in the driveway i went to the foyer and
knelt waiting for Master to enter. my heart was pounding as i knelt
with my head bowed and my hands behind my back. The ticket was in my
hands which were clenching so tightly the ticket was in danger of being
torn apart. i could feel tears welling up in my eyes and willed them
away to no avail.

Master speaks:

When I opened the door and entered I could sense something was wrong
that went way beyond any minor punishment for being a couple of minutes
late this morning. That would have earned her a short but hard paddling
and nothing more. My slave would not have been this upset over that. I
leaned down and lifted her face up to me. "Look at me lisa" I ordered.
She looked up and I could see fear on her face. I put mys briefcase
down and took my coat off hanging it on the coat rack that stood in the
foyer. I bade her to follow me into the living room. Once there I sat
and asked her what was behind her back. She began to cry softly and
lowered her head even more. "Bring it to me now lisa." She knew she
would have to obey and walked to me before kneeling and handing me the
ticket. I read it and then demanded "Tell me how this happened." i
motioned to my lap, our place for her during discussions. She lay
across my lap and began the story. Every now and then there would be a
hard swat but I was saving the real punishment for later. By the end,
she was begging me for forgiveness. "Of course I'll forgive my slave" I
said. "But not until you have been punished and have learned your
lesson. What were you thinking lisa? What on earth were you thinking?"

Lisa speaks:

I hear the disappointment in his voice. I could have handled anger
better than this sense of having let him down. I begin sobbing and he
pats my bottom and tells me that I know that i must be punished. I nod
and reply between sobs "Y-Y-Yes M-M-M-Master."
Master speaks:

It breaks my heart to see my slave like this but it scares me that she's
being so foolish. What would i do without my slave? She is the light of
my life, I adore her and wouldn't know what to do if something happened
to her. I am glad she can't see my face and the look of sadness on it
over the fact that i must punish my slave harshly to make her aware
that this type of behavior is not acceptable.

Lisa speaks:

Finally, he tells mer that i will be punished tomorrow morning. When i
gets up, I am to shower, put on one of his dress shirts i brought from
the cleaners and I ams to have the paddle at my side at all times until
he tells me it is time for my punishment. He sends me off to serve
dinner but not before giving me a good hard swat on my bottom.

Master speaks:

After dinner she comes to me, sitting at my feet. She begins to massage
my tired feet with scented oil. I sit back and relax enjoying the
attention of my slave. i know she's being very sweet in an attempt to
gain some leniency. I am tempted to give in but I must teach her that
she has to protect herself when I am not there to protect her. Still, I
can't help but reach out and touch her head running my fingers through
her hair.

Later, I was laying in bed when I felt my slaves hand meekly touch my
soft shaft, very lightly and hesitantly at first. She was being bold by
touching me without my telling her to. I allowed it because I wanted to
see where she was going and, I must admit, because it felt wonderful.
By not saying anything she sensed she could go on. Her small soft hand
encircled my dick that was now waking up. Slowly and sensually she
stroked the shaft. Her other hand crept down and cupped my hairy balls.
So softly I could barely hear, she spoke, "Master I-I-I am so sorry
that i got the ticket and i swear i will never ever do it again.
Puh-please don't be upset with me and please don't paddle me too hard.
I know I have to be spanked but pleaseee."

I didn't respond, I had to be firm but I know that she can tell the
effect her meek, submissive appology has on me by the twitch and sudden
hardness in her hand. I had heard enough for now. I grasped her by the
hair and pulled her to my hard cock. Her mouth opened instinctively as
I pulled her down on it. For the next 30 minutes I enjoyed a long slow
blow job. We both knew she would not be fucked until after she had been
punished so I intended to enjoy this and to make it last as long as
possible, but eventually I succumbed to the oral talents of MY slave
and deposited a hot load of gooey cum deep in her throat. I then rolled
over and nuzzled into her ample ass, theone I would beat the next
morning. I rested. I would need my strength tomorrow. The "after
punishment" sex is the best ever. I hope my slave doesn't think this
will make things easier on her tomorrow. This only strengthens my
resolve that she needs to learn a lesson. I cannot imagine not sharing
this bed with my slave or feeling her soft body close to mine. I cannot
imagine not having her here to share with.

Lisa speaks:

I was thrilled when Master allowed me to touch him without permission. I
was nervous about approaching him because he does not usually allow
such liberties. I don't imagine it will make much difference when it
comes time to punish me tomorrow but I gave Master a good long blow job
and he feel asleep quickly and soundly once it was over. It took me a
while to fall asleep as I kept thinking about the spanking I would have
to endure in the morning.

The next morning, I woke early. I showered, put on Master's shirt and
picked up the paddle to make my way downstairs to make his coffee and
start our day. When I brought the coffee and newspaper up to him he had
me stretch across his lap. He was sitting up in bed with pillows behind
his back. I laid the paddle down on the bed and took my place. He put
the paddle on my bottom and placed his coffee cup on it. "One wrong
move lisa and you will have another reason for being paddled." I didn't
dare move as I heard him opening the paper to read. I stayed perfectly
still until I felt his hand slide between my thighs. I almost jumped
and then remembered the coffee on my behind. I couldn't stand the
anticipation and wished he would just spank me and get it over with.

Finally, he removed the coffee and the paddle and got up to go to the
bathroom. He told me when he returned from showering he wanted me in
position on the bed face down with the pillows under me so my bottom
would be nice and available. On his way out he turns and tells me to
make sure I lube my butt. I cringe at the thought. After a hard
spanking Master likes to fuck me harder and when my bottom is already
hurting having a big hard dick in my asshole is not the easiest thing
to bear.

Master speaks:

I get into the nice hot shower. I take my time because I know the longer
my slave has to wait the greater the anticipation and the more remorse
she will feel. As I wash up my dick begins to harden at the thought of
the paddling she's about to get. I love the way her ample ass jiggles
as the paddle makes contact. The sound alone is so exciting it makes me
hard. I remember being excited by the sound of other students being
disciplined when I was a child in school. I can't resist stroking my
soapy dick and I can feel my balls getting heavy and taut. I rinse off
before I get too excited. I want to save this load for my slave after
she's been properly punished. I dry off, shave, brush my teeth, all the
time thinking of how many swats I'm going to give her. I wonder if I
should use the cane on her or will the paddle do the job. The cane
certainly would leave some nice reminders of why she is being punished.
Finally, all fresh and clean shaven I go to my slave. I see her in
exactly the position I expected to see her in. She is laying face down
on the bed, spread eagle with her hips raised by the pillows. I kneel
between her legs and begin giving her a good hard hand spanking.

Lisa speaks:

I am trembling as I hear Master enter the room. I am so afraid and yet I
want this to be finished. The anticipation has been killing me. Master
knows this and I know he's been using it against me. It has worked. I'm
already close to tears and I feel like such a wimp because of it. And
yet, I know Master wants those tears, wants the emotion so he will know
how remorseful I am. It is a type of dance we do, we know the steps and
play them out. It is no less genuine because we have done this so many
time, it is a formula that works well for us. He scolds, I cry, I get
punished and I'm forgiven until the next time. As he climbs on the bed
between my legs my heart begins pounding even faster. I can barely
catch my breath. I finally take a deep breath and hold it as I feel
Master's strong hand land on my bottom. It takes a few seconds of hard,
fast spanking before the pain fully registers and when it does I let
out an involuntary moan. My back arches and my legs bend at the knees.
I hear Master tell me if I don't keep those legs in place he'll tie
them down. I almost shout out "go ahead." It would be one less thing
for me to have to worry about.

Master speaks:

I can see my slave trembling, can tell she's trying to hold back the
tears. Before I'm through the tears will flow freely. I want them,
expect them and will not stop until I see them. Unless I see genuine
remorse I will not forgive my slave, will not hold her and make love to
her and forgive her. I keep spanking her with my hand until it begins
to hurt and then I pick up the paddle, the symbol of my authority over
my slave. I climb off the bed and stand at the side so I can get better
leverage for the swats. I have my slave move closer to the edge so I
don't have to lean to spank her. She's already hurting and moves slowly
but she does as ordered. Once in position, I begin to paddle her
naughty rump. The sound reverberates through the room and as it bounces
off the walls my dick gets harder. Her cheeks are turning a bright red
and I can hear the moans of pain as she endures her punishment. Finally
I hear her quietly begin to sob. She begins to beg for forgiveness
promising to never get another ticket, to be more careful when driving,
to not sleep late, to be a better slave, to obey me always. With every
promise I swat her again harder and harder. My dick is throbbing and I
want to fuck my slave.

Lisa speaks:

I can barely stand the pain as the paddle pounds into my ass. I have to
focus all my concentration on not moving, not jumping out of range of
that dreaded paddle. I bury my face in the mattress but before long I
can't hold back the tears and I begin to sob. It's a relief in a way,
to let my emotions loose, to not hold back anymore. I know Master has
been waiting for this, for me to beg and promise to not disobey again.
I want so much to be the perfect slave to him. I know that's almost
impossible but that's what's in my heart. Finally the words are out
"Please Master, I won't speed again, please Master don't spank me
anymore, please Master I'll be a good slave please Master, please.."
Suddenly it stops and I feel his strong hand gently stroking my sore
bottom and then my back. He bends and kisses my back all the way to my
bruised and battered behind. I am still sobbing but there is something
else going on now. My moans are turning from pain to pleasure. This is
part of the dance too, this after spanking sex. For both of us, the
need is to come together in such a way that we know we are whole again.
I need to give myself to Master to show my devotion and obedience, my
love for this good man. He needs to show me that he is in charge, that
he controls everything and that he too cares for his slave and can
offer forgiveness.

His hand slips between my thighs and he finds the wetness he was sure
would be there. I blush. How is it that I can be paddled so hard,
endure so much pain and still be excited? I have never been able to
understand that connection but it is what Master desires and I have
never failed to give that to him even if it wasn't a conscious choice
on my part. As he finds my swollen clit I let out a long, low moan
while lifting my hips to offer myself to him.

Master speaks:

I am so proud of my slave at this moment. She took her spanking like the
obedient slave that she is and without a single complaint. The begging
is to be expected, demanded even though no words are spoken. The sight
of her bottom as it begins to bruise is so exciting I can think of
nothing but fucking the daylights out of her. I'm not surprised to find
her cunt wet when I reach between her legs. She is so responsive, so
sexy. No other woman has excited me in the ways she has, no one ever
will again. As my lips brushed her not swollen bottom it felt like she
was on fire. I help her to her knees and press my hard dick against her
cunt, the heat from her bottom warms my belly as I press against her. I
don't enter her yet, I want to tease her until she's so excited she
will be begging for my dick. The head of my big dick slides up and down
her slit pressing against her clit. I slide my thumb in her asshole
which makes her moan even harder. She's pushing herself against me
begging me to fuck her. I love the sound of her soft submissive voice
begging me "Please fuck me Master, ohhhhhhhhh pleaseeeeeee."

Lisa speaks:

The feel of Master's big, hard dick makes me crazy. I want to feel him
deep inside my throbbing cunt. The muscles in my cunt are contracting,
trying to draw him into me as he slides up and down my wet slit. I'm
begging him when I can feel his hands grab my waist and I can feel his
hard shaft plunge into me. My back arches and an animal growl escapes
my mouth from somewhere deep inside. Nothing in this world feels better
than Master inside me. We fit so well together that sometimes I think
this man was made just for me. As he begins to fuck me harder I push
back to meet his every stroke. I can feel the climax building, that
sense of tension coming up from deep inside and screaming to break
free.

Master speaks:

I am deep inside my slave, fucking her hard and I can feel the trembling
in her body as she begins to approach her climax. I reach up with one
hand and pinch her nipple hard and listen as her breathing turns into
panting. I know she's on the verge and I begin to count. She knows that
when I reach five she will be permitted to cum. One, two, three, four,
five. She's screaming as she calls out my name. Her muscles contract so
tightly I feel like my dick is being swallowed and that sends me over
the edge. I can't hold back and I begin my own orgasm. My dick is
pulsating as my hot cum fills her to overflowing. I am groaning and her
name escapes my lips in a hissing sound "lisa." Finally it's over, we
are still together, my dick inside her growing soft. She is panting as
she tries to catch her breath. I pull out of her, climb onto the bed
and pull her close to me. "you are forgiven my slave." I hear her
contented sigh as she snuggles closer to me and we fall asleep.

Lisa speaks:

I am spent from the emotion of the spanking and the intense orgasm
Master brought me to. I could not imagine not sharing these moments
with this man and I know I will be more careful when driving. I am safe
in his arms as I hear him tell me I am forgiven and I fall asleep
almost instantly, safe within the arms of my Master.

I decide that you require punishment and summon you to my home for the
weekend. Your plane lands in the early evening on a Friday.

I meet you at the gate and without uttering a word, lead you to my car.
Once in the car, I begin to sense your fear at what I might have planned
for you.

As we pull away from the airport, I reach over and slightly spread your
legs. You have followed my instruction and worn no panties under the
white cotton dress I told you to be wearing. You've trimmed yourself
just the way that I like, and your pussy, which we both acknowledge to
be my property, is visible and enticing. Reaching over, I give it a
little rub and listen for your quiet gasp.

I tell you to play with it for me while we drive, and I feel pride at
the sight of you rubbing yourself as we make our way into rural Ohio. As
we approach a toll booth, I tell you not to stop, and I purposely find a
manned booth. The toll collector is a middle aged man, and we both know
he has caught a glimpse of you, your skirt hiked, your fingers wet with
my pleasure. It adds to your sense of surrender to be so exposed and to
have been seen like that.

Finally, we arrive at my house, a 100 year old Victorian, with large,
spacious rooms, hardwood floors and an air of elegance. I lead you up to
the master bedroom, which is tidy and sparse, the obvious center of
which is the large, comfortable bed. Unfortunately, you will not be
experiencing too much in that bed this weekend. I have other plans.

I order you out of your clothes, which I put safely away in a drawer.
You won't be needing them anytime soon. Your nervousness is very
apparent. Your disobedience will be dealt with in a very stern and
controlling way. I only hope you have mentally prepared yourself for
what is to happen. You were told not to masturbate for the 5 days prior
to this visit. I want your very core raging with desire.

I pull out the drawer that resides under my bed and remove a rolled up
piece of foam, a blindfold and the four screw apparatuses that I have
constructed especially for this weekend. You are trying desperately to
comprehend what my plan is and how all of this will play out. Your pussy
nags at you as you catch my scent, and see the glint of blue in my eyes.

I apply the blindfold, securing it comfortably behind your head, and
take you by the hand, laying you down on the floor in front of my bed,
on top of the foam cushion, which I've rolled out. I have also placed a
big, soft pillow under your ass, which raises your pelvis to an almost
uncomfortable level. You know that you are in the very center of the
room. I secure the four screw apparatus into the floor, and using silk
cord, succeed in having your wrists and ankles stretched out far and
wide. The pillow under your ass raises you in a dramatic and erotic
position. You have no idea what is happening.

I leave the room, my shoes clicking against the wood, and you conclude
I've gone into the spare bedroom for something. Seconds seem like hours
as the deprivation of sight heightens your confusion. You hear me return
to the room and pull a chair up alongside where your head rests. I
decide to put a pillow under your head, in a gesture of kindness.

You hear what sounds like cellophane or perhaps a plastic bag being
handled, and you feel the end of a pipe at your lips. As you hear the
match being struck, you instinctively inhale, tasting the dense blue
smoke that fills your lungs. I pull the pipe away and you hold the smoke
for several seconds before exhaling. We repeat this 3 or 4 more times. I
leave you at this point, and you can tell from the sounds, that I've
gone downstairs to my study.

You begin to feel the effects of the hashish, and very pleasurable waves

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begin to roll through your body. You know it was early evening when we
had arrived here, but you now have no idea of the time. Your body seems
to float and you don't know if it's been 10 minutes or two hours since I
went downstairs.

You hear me climbing the steps and your body begins to almost undulate
without moving. I enter the room, and you can hear what sounds like my
clothes being removed. Suddenly, you feel my hands on your body, and the
combination of the tactile gratification along with the sexual buzz from
the hash makes you nearly gasp. My hands very lightly trace your flesh,
starting at your face. I explore all of you, and you can only imagine me
kneeling right there, beside you. It is very, very stimulating as my
hands explore your every nerve ending. You cannot understand how this
might be construed as punishment, and you lay there, enjoying the
pleasure.

My hands linger at your breasts, holding those beautiful treasures and
rubbing your nipples back and forth ever so slowly. You can only feel
what is happening. You cannot see. And the pleasure is intensified as I
begin to tug and pull at those sexy nipples, watching them grow in my
fingers. They seem bigger than I remember and I smile. Your gasps and
moans tell me you are enjoying this very much and I begin to get a sense
of your body's rhythms and pleasures. As I hold and stretch those
nipples with my fingers, I can smell you and I know that your are very
excited. I stop what I am doing and leave the room.

You cry out for me, begging me not to leave and to continue touching
you. These cries are ignored as I return downstairs for a period of
time. Your body is tightened and unfulfilled and it takes you awhile to
relax, even though the hashish is still potent in it's effect. After
what seems like hours, you hear me once again climbing the stairs toward
the room.

Again, I begin to touch you, this time from the other end, rubbing your
feet and ankles and calves. My touch is warm, and I have heated the room
a few degrees warmer than usual. Your body feels so good as I touch and
caress it. My hands increase their pressure as they explore your inner
thighs. Your flesh is ultra-sensitive now and the gripping of my hands
flashes through your core like molten heat. Your pussy seems to almost
open as I brush against it. I lean way in and exhale warm breath toward
it as my fingers find your clit. In seconds, I have your clit hard and
almost wild-eyed, as two of my fingers bury themselves deep inside your
body. Your cries tell me this is a very pleasurable feeling and I sense
your sexual temperature rising. I quickly back my fingers out of your
pussy and release your pulsing clit. Your body subsides.

It is then that the picture begins to clear for you. I will be sexually
teasing you like this for hours and hours, likely feeding you more hash
as the weekend progresses, in an effort to sustain and yet deny your
pleasure. The thought frightens you as you realize how much time and
agony might just pass before I release you. I smile to myself, feeling
very, very powerful and definitely in charge.

Once your body has again subsided, you hear a familiar sound, your
favorite vibrator, which I hold in my hand above you. Slowly, I begin to
touch that beautiful mound with it, applying just the right pressure to
your most sensitive touchpoints. Again, your pleasure begins to
increase, aching for release. I rest the vibrator just above your clit,
as I have seen you do so many times. The spiraling ache deepens inside
of you and I again finger that needy, swollen pussy. Your moisture is
almost immediate and this time, I finger you hard, making sure there's
plenty of friction against those tight walls my cock loves soooo much.
You beg me not to stop and I order you not to cum. I linger there a few
more seconds, and can see from the flush of your skin that your orgasm
is very, very close. Again, I stop.

Rather than leave, I decide to get behind you, and I kneel on either
side of your head. My cock, already excited by all of this, is getting
hard and hangs down, brushing against your lips. Your sexual instincts
take over and you take the head of my cock into your mouth. Since you
can't touch yourself, I deem this safe for the moment and focus on the
pleasure you are bringing me. Your cocksucking is inspired, as though it
might just be rewarded with a release of your own. That will not be
happening anytime soon. I position myself so that I can really drive my
cock into your throat from above. You look so submissive and helpless
that it makes my cock even more excited and I begin to think about
cumming. Your mouth tightens around my cock and the sensation is
incredible. At the last second, I pull my cock from your mouth and
throat and spill a huge amount of heavy, jismy cum all over your face.
Big ropes of it across your blindfold, and dripping, sexy streaks on
your cheeks make me feel very proud of my pet. The plan is proceeding
accordingly.

I leave my stains intact, and after cleaning myself up a bit in the
bathroom, I retire to the bed, just above you. You hear the crisp sheets
folding around me, and the sexual tension you're feeling is like a
terrible hangover. Within minutes, perhaps seconds---you can hear me
sleeping. Finally, you too fall off to sleep, your face and neck still
holding my love as a trophy of sorts.

When you awake, you can smell the coffee I've brewed for myself, and you
guess it to be mid-morning...I am downstairs and you can hear me
tinkering down there. What surprises you, however, is that you also hear
another voice. A female voice. Your mind races with anticipation...What
would your Master be doing with that woman? Who was she? What part, if
any, would she play in the weekend?

You barely had time to think about it when you heard two sets of feet
climbing the stairs. Your heartbeat quickened and your body, still sore
from the night before, begins to tighten with an ache deep in your
tummy. All you can think about was how much you need your Master to
allow your release.

As we entered the room, you welcomed me, and nervously asked who I had
brought in. The realization of how you must appear to this woman
suddenly flashes through your mind in a cold bolt of self-consciousness.

I did not answer your question.

You wonder if she can see my cum which had covered you so beautifully
just the night before and you feel even more embarrassed. You once again
hear the familiar sound of clothing being removed and your mind races.
Would your Master really fuck this woman right here in the room while
you lay helpless, chained to the floor? And what did she look like? Was
she beautiful? Was I also her Master?

The questions faded as once again, I placed the pipe into your mouth and
you heard the familiar strike of the match. Again, 3 or 4 deep, potent
inhalations and you could feel the pleasure beginning all over again.
How long could your body sustain this torture?

Before you could even begin to think that through, I am right there, at
your cunt, licking and lapping at that flesh; flesh that in your mind
you imagined had turned almost purple with need. At the same time, you
can feel something soft and warm lowering onto your face and mouth. Your
mouth opened and you recognize the delicate folds and texture of a
woman's body. Your mind flashes with desire; you have never been with a
woman before, though you have thought of it often, and your passion
overwhelms you. That, in addition to what I was doing with your pussy
had your body straining against those secured posts I had so carefully
installed. It was as if a storm raged deep within your body and beyond
all the aching of the tease, you felt a deep, lasting love for your
Master. Even in punishment, the boundaries of pleasure had been
stretched.

Her pussy tasted so good to you. You ate at it until you could taste her
in your mouth and you felt totally connected. My mouth, familiar by this
time in the relationship, knew just how to lick and probe that you knew
you were going to cum. So did I, and I stopped, at the same time
motioning for "her" to climb off you. Tears filled your darkened eyes
and you thought you would lose your mind. I paid very close attention,
and knew deep in my heart that you were learning a very valuable lesson
about obedience and respect.

Had you obeyed me and not worn that outfit I gave you during our last
weekend together, everything would have been fine, and you would have
been serving me in a more traditional way this very minute. But when you
told me that you had forgotten and worn it out to a friend's party, I
had no choice but to teach you this lesson.

I also knew that your tears were genuine and it was difficult for me to
see you tantalized to this extreme. Then again, I also relished the fact
that you had not yet uttered our safeword, which told me your limits
were still a ways off.

Your tears stopped as I could sense you straining to figure out what was
going on. I didn't want you distracted, so I simply told you that I was
fucking this woman on the bed. She knelt, and her pussy, still wet from
your mouth, received an overcharged, heavy fucking that ended the way
most of our fucking ends, with her scrambling to her knees to receive my
cum. I could tell you were beyond envy as she begged me to cum all over
her face.

Still without having heard her voice clearly, the woman dressed and
left. I went downstairs, once again leaving you only to your
imagination. It did not relieve you of your need for release. Your only
hope was that perhaps you would have the equivalent of a "wet dream",
your body's way of releasing those tense, packed hormones. No such luck
as you just couldn't nap. You laid there, trying to figure out the time,
thinking that perhaps it was sometime in the mid-afternoon on Saturday.
Time never felt so confusing to you.

You were awakened by the familiar feel of your Master's touch once
again. This time, I was on top of you, flush against you, kissing you on
the mouth. You kissed me back so passionately, attacking my tongue and
lips unlike ever before. Perhaps you thought I would be persuaded to
fuck you, and that I would get lost in the passion, taking you to that
promised land of pleasure. That would not happen. Not yet, at least.
Your body still needed to be stretched a bit. I kissed you over and
over, finally finding your pussy with my cock, which fit so tightly
inside of you. There was a bit of the hash high left, and all of these
feelings just multiplied in your fiery core. I also knew that, and again
pulled out from deep inside of you. I did not want to, as I was close to
cumming, but I knew I had to. You cried out in frustration, begging me
to finish to let you cum to feel that explosion in your body. No, I
said. You wore the dress after I told you not to. Is that not what
happened?..

Your cries were sad right then, love, but they were necessary.

I knelt right there and showered your tummy with my cum. It was warm and
heavy against your flesh. You sobbed and sobbed as your body twisted,
secured tightly to the floor. I knew that this punishment had been
enough, and that it would be a long time before you disobeyed me again.

I began preparations for the final leg of this journey..

First, I fed you what must have been 6 or 7 hits off the pipe. I know
that you would be on the verge of hallucinating, and wanted this night
to be memorable. You could barely talk, yet I stayed close to your side,
stroking your face and hair. You had surrendered to me hours ago and you
probably could not have withstood any more sexual teasing at that point.
I calmed you down and finally, you drifted off into a hash-induced
sleep.

I brought out the tall piece of furniture I had been keeping in my spare
room for months. It looked like a rocking horse, with one long, narrow
piece that you were to lay on. I unfolded the stirrups where you would
kneel, which splayed outwards from the main piece. I also unfolded the
handlebars for you to hold in front of you. I built it to your
specifications, and felt confident that you would fit perfectly. When
situated on this piece of art, you'd be on your stomach, your knees
comfortably raised in the soft, padded stirrups, your body leaning
forward. You would hold on to the handlebars, which were like those of a
bicycle. That would raise your ass high in the air, with your legs
spread very wide and slightly bent, giving me treasured access to your
pussy and ass.

I went to wake you. I got down on the floor next to you, showering your
face and neck with sexy, nibbling kisses. You mumbled for me to stop.
That it was just too much. That was when you heard my tools tinkering
with the apparatus that help your wrists in place. First one then the
other. The same with your ankles. I sat you up and kissed you, your arms
wrapping tightly around my body. You cried again, but this time it was
from love and devotion. I did not remove the blindfold.

I helped you up and you stretched, allowing the blood to run more
normally through your body. This also sent the hash streaming through
your body and I could see your knees weaken. I smiled to myself just
thinking of the pleasure you were going to experience.

I helped you over to the new piece and put you in place. You asked me
what was going on, and I told you to relax. Once secured, I stepped back
to look at my pet. You looked soooo beautiful. Your pussy was trim and
swollen and very, very ripe. Your ass also looked very needy to me and I
knew I wanted to remedy that situation immediately. I found a very large
dildo---black latex---and rubbed it with just the slightest amount of
oil. I began to press it against your pretty ass, and it began to slide
in. You began to moan, and I could hear in your voice that you were
afraid this was some sort of cruel joke that I would again deny you
pleasure. When the dildo was about 8 inches inside your ass, the
indented ring around the base took hold and I was able to release it. I
gave your body a few minutes to take its measure and to relax all around
it.

As I finished with your ass, I could not resist your cunt, which was
spread so wide and open for me. Again, I licked and tasted you,
listening for your cries of pleasure. Soon enough, your pussy was
soaking and I knew that the time was right to finish this weekend
accordingly.

I approached you from behind, swiping your pussy and ass with my big
cock, up and down, which made my cock get really stiff. I pressed it
against your pussy and you gasped as the head entered your body. With
your ass and legs slightly elevated, the hash was particularly effective
and the pleasure from just this minor start had your pussy clenching and
pulling at me. I sank my cock in deeper and deeper, until my bush was
banging against your tender flesh.

Slowly and rhythmically, we began our fuck. Your pussy was like a hair
trigger, and as soon as I slapped your ass just once, your body boiled
over. I knew that a HUGE orgasm was starting for you, and I began to
fuck you very, very hard, slamming my huge cock deeper and deeper. Your
were incoherent as your pleasure took over, twisting at my cock with the
heaviest pulsing I have ever felt. It only got tighter from there. I had
planned on fucking this way for a long time, but the clenching was
testing my ability to hold off. You cried and screamed, as your orgasm
triggered a flushing appearance in your flesh, and for one moment, I was
afraid you were going to pass out. My legs worked hard, pumping you so
full of cock that even your pussy lips seemed to purse tightly around my
cock, treating it to the most exciting and sensuous velvet grip I had
ever experienced.

I kept at you this way for minutes until I could no longer hold off. My
balls released what felt like a quart of cum deep inside you, your pussy
milking me. You just cried and cried. You were sobbing when, finally, I
pulled my cock from your cunt, soaked with mutual juices. Your body
seemed to convulse, and your pussy dripped down your legs, all the way
to the floor.

I released you from the table, and brought you over to the couch,
sitting you on my lap. We spent about an hour there, hands and mouths
paying tribute to each other, and I remember you whispering in my ear
that you would never disobey me again.

Let me tell you a little bit about me. When my great adventure began, I was
young (age 25) and not very experienced. Oh, I had sex any number of times,
in
a number of different ways, but I never felt the wild excitement in actually
doing those things that I imagined in advance. I had a million different,
very
kinky fantasies, things that I really wanted to do but was afraid to try,
even
if I had the opportunity to try) which I really didn't have. Mostly, my
fantasies involved me as a sort of slave girl, captured by some strong
individual. Some days, I imagined my master to be a male and sometimes a
female, with special events for each one. What I thought I really wanted was
a
strong master or mistress, one who also had wild sexual fantasies, and who
would take charge of me and would then act out those fantasies, obviously
with
me playing out the part of slave girl, used by master (or maybe better yet,
mistress) in strange and delicious ways, hopefully with an audience watching
and most delicious of all, whether I liked it or not. I wanted strange and
sexy
things to happen and not have any say as to the agenda, to be used, perhaps
even to be a little bit abused.

My figure is good, that is, I think it is good, and maybe you will agree
(that
is, you will if you like full bodied girls with large, shapely titties). I
am
tall, about 5'7", with a nice, full shapely bust, good legs, and a delicious
round bottom. I love being nude, and enjoy other people seeing me nude. I
have
even posed nude for a guy, just for fun, very naughty, very sexy pictures,
like
me masturbating for him, with a large rubber dildo or for example, his
favorite
shot, me urinating for him, the stream shooting out like a waterfall. I did
find that very exciting (though, I would just die if those pictures ever got
out) and no, I won't show YOU the pictures, either. I also posed nude once
for
a very, very sexy amateur lady photographer, but that is a completely
different
story that I do not intend to tell you today. All I will say about that is
that
she was dressed when she took the first pictures of me, she was nude when
she
took the last pictures of me, and the very best pictures would have been
taken
a while later, but by then, frankly, she was too busy to think about taking
pictures. She had her mind on something else (and her tongue into something
else, too).

I love reading about kinky sex. Sometimes, I go to the porno shops, to look
at
the fascinating things they write about, and to look at the exciting array
of
rubber dildos and accessories that they sell. I even bought a couple of
those
things) strictly as a scientific experiment, you understand. I know a nice
shop
in Miami that sells remarkable stuff and I have purchased four different
dildos
and a couple of rubber butt pluggers. I adore playing with these toys, and
had
a secret fantasy about somebody else putting them into me (instead of me
doing
it myself). If it was a super-sexy guy who did it, and if he started me out
with a nice, bare bottomed spanking, that would be just great. And if it was
a
marvelous, beautiful, dominant super sexy lady who did it to me, that would
be
the greatest!!!

In one of the shops, I found a magazine, a Swingers Journal that seemed
interesting. It had just fascinating pictures, especially in the B&D area
that
was my particular excitement at the time. The ads seemed like fun. One of
these
showed a guy whose area of interest was in spankings, enemas, and Greek
things
about which I had many secret thoughts but not much real experience. I
decided
that I would answer this particular ad, not intending ever to meet this guy,
but rather, just to hear what he had to say.

A week or so later, I got a letter from him, with a nude picture. His name
was
Tom. He was a divorcee. He was about 35, well built, well hung, too. And he
was
holding a leather paddle in his hand and hanging from the ceiling next to
him
was a large enema bag, a long rubber hose attached to it, and connected to
the
end of that, a black rubber looking device that got inserted into the
recipient
of this enema, and really did the work. It looked like a huge, erect, black
penis. Believe me, it was an impressive picture.

His letter told about how he liked to be masterful, how he thought that
there
was no sight so beautiful as a naked, shapely, female bottom, and nothing he
liked to do so much as to pet it, to kiss it... and to spank it until it was
rosy pink. Then, when she was fully ready and receptive, to give her a long,
slow, deep enema, filling her fuller than she had ever been filled before,
using, of course, a Bardex so that she could not expel it until permitted.
And
then to lubricate her pretty asshole, greasing it generously until it was
slippery, and then to fuck it deeply and firmly. His letter excited me
tremendously. He became an instantaneous member in my library of fantasies.

I wrote back to him, he replied again, and this time, included a telephone
number. I stared at that for a long time. I knew that calling the number was
taking a very serious step, that there was at least a chance that I would
follow up and visit him at, as he described it, his Domination Laboratory. I
did call the number. When he replied, his voice was much as I expected it to
be, and the conversation also was about what I had expected. We agreed to
meet,
not at his place, but on neutral ground, at a certain coffee shop, nothing
else
promised but the meeting. I was willing to go that far in advance, but no
further at all. Oh, I knew I would go ahead and meet him at the coffee shop,
but I did have serious doubts about whether I would go from there to his
place.

The day of the meeting came, and as promised, I went. In fact, I got there
early so that I could scout out the scene, and if he showed, and if I did
not
like his looks up close, I could sneak out. Well, he did show up on time,
and I
did like his looks. We had a fascinating conversation about everything else
in
the world except sex. We found a million things to talk about, found lots of
areas of common interest, a few fun things to fight about, too. After a long
time (maybe as much as a couple of hours), it was time to leave. I declined
to
go to his place yet, but since I did not have a car with me (I had hopped on
the bus to get there), he drove me home. As luck would have it, a vacant
parking place was right there, almost at my front door. He walked me to the
door, and right into my apartment. What happened next was an awful long way
from what our letters talked about. We were soon petting, and in short
order,
he had me out of my sweater and bra, and soon out of everything else. He got
me
very excited, undressed himself and showed off a nice looking, very erect
penis. We did have very nice, normal sex. It was fun, pleasant, and
certainly
not earth shaking. I am not even sure now that he made me cum that night. I
don't think so, but then, I rarely do in regular intercourse.

He called me again the following week. Soon, we were dating, more or less
regularly, having good sex once or twice a week, but no domination, no
spankings. One evening, we did go to his place. This time, he showed me his
laboratory, a room in the basement, with wood paneled walls, a large, sturdy
oak library table with a gym mat as a top, and a rubber sheet over it. That
was
the laboratory. We wondered what it would be like if I was up on it, bottom
up.
I complied. Attached to each leg of the table was a leather strap. He put a
leather dog collar around each of my wrists, and then fastened the wrist to

one
of the leather straps, stretching my arms out wide, and helpless. Very
quickly,
my ankles were similarly fastened. I was now spreadeagled, completely under
his
control.

Did he now take charge completely? Absolutely not. He talked to me, and came
back to our early correspondence, and what I had told him I wanted him to
do.
And all this time, his hands were wandering over my bare ass. Suddenly,
SPLATT!
He whacked me with his big, bare hand across my ass. It stung a little bit,
but
certainly did not really HURT. Again.......and again....a few more times.
Then
he went to the closet. He took out a leather strop. Long and wicked looking.
He
talked to me some more. And then he raised the strop and swished it, fairly
hard, across my ass. It did hurt, but it felt good at the same time. He gave
me
a fairly thorough spanking that day, followed by the love enema he had
talked
about.. a long, slow enema that took 20 or 30 minutes to go in. Along the
way,
a couple of times, I told him that I could not take any more. Each time, he
would stop the water flow for a while until I got used to the feeling...and
then start it again. Eventually, he gave me as much as he wanted me to have,
but then, he made me keep it in for a while longer.

After he finally did let me expel it into the toilet, I got to rest a while,
but then, he did Greek me. He first expanded my anus with a greased finger,
and
then two and three at the same time, stretching me. He had a conical, rubber
dildo, a butt plugger. Slowly, almost tenderly, he inserted it in me until
the
thickest part was past the sphincter. In it went, the rest of the way, the
thick rim preventing it from going in too far. He asked me how it felt.
Actually, it felt almost marvelous. I was almost disappointed when he pulled
it
out and I was shocked when, from his drawer, he pulled out a still larger
version of the same thing. This looked too big to ever get into such a tight
place. However, with patience, and perseverance and plenty of pressure, he
did
get it in, slowly stretching me larger, until the largest diameter passed
the
sphincter and it was lodged fully up inside me. He gave me a little more of
the
leather strop, so I could have the two sensations together. After a while,
the
rubber plug came out. He got up astride, put the blunt, rigid end of his
cock
against my now stretched rosette. After what had happened so far, that did
not
really hurt at all, it was sort of tight, but not painful. And to me, the
sensation of being fucked in the ass by a masterful man was just marvelous,
though I must say that never did I have the feeling that I was out of
control.
I always felt that any time I really wanted him to stop and go no further,
that
he would have stopped without question. Never did I feel totally dominated,
subjugated, like the subdued slavegirl I really wanted to be.

The next time or two that we were together, things were much the same. After
we
had done the same things a few times, we began to talk about fantasies, and
he
made me tell him mine. It relates to Mrs. Olsen, who was my landlady, and
who
really disliked me. If I ever was going to try the slavegirl experience,
totally controlled by another, she would be absolutely my first choice.

Now the wierd thing about her was that she once had been a strong
disciplinarian, a teacher in one of those strange schools where the students
are punished. I overheard her telling a lady friend once that she did have
an
experience. She had a student who badly needed the discipline, and nothing
that
Mrs. Olsen ever did seemed to make that one shape up. Repeated applications
of
the leather did not make any difference. The cure for her, according to Mrs.
Olsen, was that she was given a thorough stropping, forced to take a number
of
tablespoons of castor oil, thank Mrs. Olsen for each one, stropped some
more,
and then given a large mouthful of Mrs. Olsen's shit to eat, a tablespoonful
at
a time. I overheard this and never forgot it. And, I am sure, I masturbated

about it a thousand times. That was my fantasy. I wanted to be taken over by
somebody who disliked me, stripped, spanked thoroughly, made to eat her
pussy,
and then more humiliating things.

Now understand this about Mrs. Olsen. She is tall and strong, a very
handsome
woman, with a very potent personality. She is about 45. There is no Mr.
Olsen
around. I do not know if she is a widow or a divorcee, she is not the kind
of
person that you ask questions of. We genuinely do not like each other. I
think
she is overbearing. She thinks that I am wild, spoiled, disrespectful. While
she is my landlady, I cannot wait to get out of there, and she cannot wait
to
have me gone. But, she still is very much in my fantasies. This story,
embellished somewhat, is what I told to Tom. He is very interested in this,
and
says that he is going to look into making it all happen. He had me write him
a
letter, detailing all this, though how exactly he plans to make use of it, I
do not know.

Today, Tom called at lunch time and asked me to come over this evening, and
to
be sure to be there before 8:00 PM. He says that we might, just might, have
company, though he won't say who and he won't say what. I am fantasizing
about
this, have been all day now, not knowing what to expect. Today is Thursday,
I
thought, and today is the day that perhaps I am going to meet my fate.
Thomas
had heard my story and questioned me on it in detail. He knew what I think I
want. He was delighted to help me, to play in our little drama. He had my
letter, written in my own hand, addressed to him, which detailed everything.
He
had also purchased a pint bottle of castor oil at the drug store, the only
item
on the list that he did not have in advance. And he had made the calls, I
believe, talked to Mrs. Olsen, explained our relationship, and had her
surprised (and he says, delighted and enthusiastic) agreement to
participate.
He told her that he had been regularly spanking me, had nude photos of me
that
he knew she would want to see, and had ideas of advanced discipline for me
that
he wanted to discuss with her. She was cautious, but interested, after all,
this was really right up her alley, and it was being handed to her on a
silver
platter, so to speak.

This time, for the first time, I did not drive to his place. I knew that if
the
adventure was going to go according to his plan, that I would be taken home,
in
bondage, by Mrs. Olsen. My car would only be in the way. I went there by
cab,
dressed as usual, in jeans and a sweater. The clothes made no difference. I
would be nude as soon as I got there. Thomas' house was no different than at
any other time. The furnishings are sparse, but adequate. The room down in
the
basement, which was the "playroom", had wood paneled walls, with various
hooks
and eyes, and the large, very sturdy oak library table with a padded top. On
the floor stood a brown paper bag. I was instructed to strip down to my
panties, (but to leave them on) a pair of black nylon bikini panties that he
had bought for me that he liked. I was to put each article of clothing that
I
removed into that paper bag. Soon enough, I was almost nude, trembling
slightly, though not from fright. Thomas had seen me nude now a number of
times
and had used me in the various ways that a punished girl is used. Instead, I
was trembling in anticipation. This might be the night that Mrs. Olsen would
join us, and if she did, there was no telling how the agenda might go. This
time, for preparation, all that happened was that Tom put wrist cuffs on me
and
fastened my wrists behind my back. I was helpless. And I was wondering if
she
would appear, and if she did appear, if she would participate, and if she
did
participate, how severe she would be with me. I had fantasies about how she
would be dressed. No matter what she had on top, I knew that she would wear
a
black merry-widow, a short corset like garment, only hip length, and with
that,
black opera-length hose and garters. And of course, black panties that
revealed
more than they hid, through which would clearly be visible, her full behind.
I
had seen her dressed this way, and it really depressed me. It also really
excited me. I had visions of kissing that large, shapely bottom, of
thrusting
my tongue up inside, and I hated these visions. And secretly begged that she
make it happen.

I stood, just marking time. The phone rang. Tom went upstairs to talk, and
seemed gone forever. Then the doorbell rang. I could hear voices as he
answered
upstairs, but I could not identify who was there. I could only hope.
Footsteps
could be heard, two pair were coming down the stairs, and there she was!!
Mrs.
Velma Olsen stood there, looking just gorgeous, dressed in a simple, severe
black dress. She looked around the room, looked finally at me, standing
wearing
only my panties, my wrists fastened behind my back.

"My dear", she said. "You cannot imagine how glad I am to see you here. And
looking so lovely, too".

I stood still as her hands ran across my lower body, fondling my bottom,
gently
squeezing one cheek of my ass. Her hands ran up my front, taking hold of
each
bare breast and fondling me. She took my nipples, each between a thumb and
forefinger and gently squeezed, bringing them to instant erection, and using
my
nipples to pull by, dragged me in very close.

"Let me see your tongue", she commanded.

I opened my mouth, showed her the tip of my tongue. Squeezing somewhat
harder,
she ordered me.

"Further,darling. Stick it all the way out so that I can see it."

I complied. She opened her mouth, and we deep-kissed. And gently, she bit
down
on my tongue. Not very hard, but hard enough. This was not at all what I had
expected.

"My dear", she said, "Tom has told me how naughty you have been. I am not
really surprised, but it is nice to have confirmation that I have been
correct. He has asked that I help in modifying your behavior. Won't that be
fun?"

And in saying that, she squeezed hard on each erect nipple, making me gasp.

She removed the black frock. She did not have the merry-widow on, rather,
she
was wearing only a sexy looking deep-cut black bra, and black panty hose.
This
emphasized her curvaceous figure, and with her high heels, she had a totally
queenly appearance. Tom, watching closely, his eyes popping out at the
sight,
was obviously very erect. It seemed certain that at least for now, he was
going
to be a voyeur in this drama, not a direct participant. It also seemed that
he
did not mind in the least.

Velma sat, and pulled me over her lap, bottom up. Her hands fondled my
bikini
clad rump, squeezing here and there, probing a bit. A hand ran inside the
waist band and squeezed naked flesh, not hard, but rather more a loving
squeeze. She quickly pulled my panties down, tugged them all the way off,
and
asked me to open my legs so that she could see all my parts. Her hands
probed
here and there. First, a finger touched all around my vulva, testing for
creaminess. I was sopping wet. The finger probed inward, deeply, came out
again
and rubbed gently across my now erect clit, almost making me leap off her
lap.
The finger found its way between the upturned cheeks of my bottom, found the
rosebud pointing up at her, gently forced its way inside, full depth. This
also
seemed to please her.

"Ooh yes, you are just lovely," she said, "just the way I knew you would
be".

And she raised her right hand and spanked me fiercely across one cheek of my
upturned bottom. Very slowly, she lectured me on good behavior, punctuating
almost every point with another hard swat on my bare ass, first on one cheek
and then the other, alternating back and forth it seemed, to be sure that
each
side got its fair share. Well, each side got more than its fair share. Very
soon, she brought me to tears. This went on for a while, much longer than I
had
expected, and much more of a spanking than Tom had ever given me. I was
crying
now, not knowing what to say.

I begged her to stop, promising her as a little girl might, that I would be
good, that I would never again be disrespectful, that I would obey her in
anything, just anything, that she might want me to do. She pushed me off
onto
the floor, ordered me to kneel before her. Now understand how I felt. I had
truly been punished and my bottom felt like it was on fire. I felt
humiliated
to be treated this way, and to have Tom see me treated this way. I felt
totally
ashamed of myself for getting myself into this situation. And I felt totally
under her control. But most of all, I felt absolutely, orgasmically excited.
She was Queen, she was in charge, and what would happen was completely up to
her. What she wanted from me, she would get!!!

She took off her black bra, and showed me (and Tom) a pair of delicious,
shapely, large breasts. She offered me a thick, dark brown nipple to kiss. I
had no doubts whatever about what was going to happen now, and I did just as
she indicated she wanted me to do. I leaned forward, and took that luscious
morsel into my mouth and sucked it lovingly. Shortly, her hand found my
earlobe, and pulled me downward. She shucked her black underpants, spread
her
husky, shapely thighs, and showed me a musky crotch, obviously excited that
she
wanted me to kiss as a gesture of submission. And all the time that I had
known
her, hated her, always I had known that this was what I really wanted. I had
dreamed about it a thousand times, the thought of me being on my knees,
kneeling before her widespread thighs, peering into her open, expectant
crotch,
looking at the pink lips and her erect clit, standing up and awaiting my
kiss.
I knew the significance of this position. I was going to lean forward and
kiss
her there, and suck her juices, and give her pleasure. And by so doing, she
was
going to take possession of me, to use me any way that she chose to use me
in
the future. I was going to be converted to her slave girl, and she would own
me
and operate me. I buried my face in it, her gorgeous, feminine cunt, tasting
her juices, enjoying the strange flavors and enjoying the sexy, gorgeous
feeling of humiliation of doing this with Tom watching. He loved it.

I was still on my knees between her thighs when she reached to the table for
the bottle of castor oil, and a tablespoon. A large spoonful was poured, and
offered to me. I pursed my lips, knowing that no taste did I hate so much as
this. I refused. She smiled, reached over and took a nipple, and pinched
HARD.
It hurt, really hurt. I screamed, not understanding her sudden change in
mood.

She said, "Now there you are being willfuly disobedient. That is exactly
what I
am going to correct."

She pinched again, and I immediately opened my mouth wide, and got for my
troubles, the tablespoonful of the castor oil. I gagged on it, but managed
to
swallow it down.

"Would you like another?" she asked. When I gasped out NOOO, she pinched
again,
saying "Now that is the WRONG answer, darling. Let me ask again. Would you
like another?"

I knew what would happen if I said no again. I did not know what to say. She
said it for me.

She said "'May I have another?' That would be the way that you would say it
if
you had good manners".

And with that, she gave me another pinch, this time not so hard, but still
hard
enough. And of course, I did ask for another, and was duly rewarded with a
large spoonful, and then a moment later, another and another.........

I was let alone for a while, while Velma and Tom disappeared upstairs. They
were gone for a long time. When they came back, I could see that Tom had
lost
his erection. Velma sat down again before me, her thighs spread again, and
beckoned me to kiss her. I did, of course, and found now that she was ever
so
much more juicy than before, a totally different flavor, too. Obviously, out
of
my sight, they had fucked. She had paid Tom, in a sense, for turning me over
to
her for discipline, and she had thanked him in the manner he liked best.
Velma
reached into her purse, and found a new toy, a large nipple clip that she
attached to one of my nipples, and snapped a leash onto it. This was a new
way
to lead somebody around. She found my coat, threw it over my shoulders, took
the leash in one hand, the paper bag with my clothes in the other, said
goodbye
to Tom, and led me out to her car. As she led me, her attitude seemed to be
that of a great lady who had just procured a new toy, and now meant to take
it
home and play with it in depth. I was the toy. And I knew this game that we
were going to play. She was going to make the rules and I was going to abide
by
them, without any limits. She would be judge and jury and enforcer.

In the car, she reached into the coat, took my other breast in her hand and
very gently fondled it, rubbing the nipple. She turned her face to me, and
offered me a very wet kiss, and as well, a totally confusing mixture of
sensations and feelings. Her hand ran between my thighs, into my pussy,
feeling
its wetness. She gently, very gently frigged my clit, bringing me almost,
but
not quite to orgasm.

And she nibbled on my ear lobe, and thrust a tongue into my ear, in the
meanwhile, whispering, "Darling girl, I am going to be your teacher, and I
am
going to just loooovvvvee being your teacher. You are just going to love
it.
Did you enjoy going down on me?"

Considering the remarkable talent she had shown for pinching my nipples and
making me do her thing, I knew I had better give the right answer. I said
that
I loved it.

"Good", she said, "since you like it so well, do it again, right now."

So, for another ten or fifteen minutes we sat parked in front of Tom's
house,
my face buried in her humid cunt, my tongue sucking her clit, and all the
while, that castor oil was doing its insidious work, taking me ever closer
to
that particular point of no return.

Away we drove, finally, towards home. I was certain that I would never make
it
there, considering the wild sensations in my bowels. Somehow, I did manage
to
hold on long enough, my stomach heaving and quenching, as she led me up the
stairs, firmly holding the leash. I begged for permission to go to the
bathroom, and to my surprise, it was granted without question. Velma was,
for
the moment, in her sweet phase. I came back out, and was granted permission
to
shower and to rest a bit. Rest for what? Well, as it turned out, for quite a
bit more.

An hour later, after relaxing and watching the evening news on TV, she
ordered
me up. My hands were fastened behind my back again, and after some really
loving-type gentle play with my nipples, we began to discuss discipline. She
reviewed my conduct over the past several years that we had known each
other.
She pointed to a number of specific instances where, she thought, I could
have,
should have, behaved differently. Now, she told me, she was going to teach
me a
number of things, but better manners and better behavior and total obedience
to
recognized authority were certainly vital parts of the lessons. Obviously,
she
was now the recognized authority that she referred to. To determine if I was
sufficiently obedient, she turned her back to me, bent forward to give me a
delightful view of her bare ass, her legs spread so that I could see her
brown
rosette, almost winking at me.

I knew what she wanted me to do, to give it a long, wet, sweet thrusting
kiss.
At that point, I could not. She said that this was disobedience, exactly
what
she had meant. And announcing this, she bent me over the end of the couch,
my
bottom raised. She left me there for a moment, went to fetch something from
the
closet, and showed it to me, a wicked looking leather strap, about 18" long,
3" wide, and the end cut into three separate tongues of leather. She told me
that it was a trainer, sometimes called a tawse, but by any name, a
marvelous
tool for one job, for teaching. She said that nature had provided every
female
a place to be taught, her naked behind. There, lessons could be given, that
it
might be painful for the moment, but they would be remembered and no
permanent
harm would come. And with that, she raised the tawse, and
SSSSSPPPPLLLAAATTT!,
a fiery streak, right across the crowns of both cheeks. I screamed out. She
said nothing, and for a long time, the only sound in the room was the voice
from the TV. Time dragged, and my behind was on fire. I had never really
felt
anything like it before. And then, SSSSSPPPPPPPLLLAAATTTT!! Again, she
burned
my bottom, as before. And now it hurt twice as much, if that is possible. I
was
sobbing, crying, begging her to let me go. All that got me was a third and
then
a fourth shot of the wicked tawse across my rump. She asked me questions
about
things I had done the previous year, about things I had said, about Tom. She
wanted to know if I had been letting him fuck me. I said no. That
immediately
earned me another vicious swat with the tawse. Again she asked, and this
time,
I confessed. She wanted to know if I had him use me up the ass. I denied it
and got yet another stroke. I confessed that Tom had been using me anally.
She
noted that down for future reference, as if that was another transgression
that
she intended to cure. I was crying hysterically now, willing to tell her
anything, willing to confess to any sin, and getting in the process, a barn
burner of a spanking. Suddenly it stopped.

She said to me, "What would you like to do,now?"
I knew there was only one answer to that question, and I said it, "Please
let
me show you, let me kiss your beautiful ass."

She smiled slightly, bent forward again, and again, offered her brown
rosette
to my tongue. Now, finally, I did what I had always really wanted to do. I
thrust my tongue against it, probed inward slightly, tasted her strange
flavor,
and gave her thusly, the kiss of total obedience.

She left the room. After what seemed a long time, she returned, carrying a
paper plate. I knew what would happen next, and sure enough, she found a
spoon,
and then asked me if I wanted my dessert now. I gulped, cried again, and
said
nooooo. And for that refusal, got another two strokes of the tawse. She
asked
again, and knowing that this would go on until I said yes, I did so. She
made
me request it, made me ask her to please feed me my dessert.

It was a long time coming she has been a naughty whore just begging meable to have her arms cuffed over head and a long board going out from
the bottom so to spread her legs either together or spread far apart.

After lining everything up i decide to wait in the living room and just
the light of the tv lite the room so when she came in i noticed she
also had stopped off for a few drinks which made my plan even better.
When she came into the room she said she was going to bed i told her to
come over and kiss me good night.

Heading towards me like it was an effort i decide to act, i grabbed her
and put her on the floor i had her arms handcuffed and the blindfold in
place before she even knew what was happening. when she began to wiggle
and protest i quickly shoved the ball gag into her mouth to silence
her, then bringing her to her knees i walked her to the garage.

I felt her hesitate not knowing what i was up to i informed her that the
day has come when she learns who is in charge. I quickly hooked her
arms to the rings above the horse and grabbed her leg and threw over
it. Her short skirt riding up her legs and it being a bonus she never
wore underpants, next i added the ankle cuffs but waited to attach
them, I started by ripping her shirt down and exposeing her 38D cup
breast her nipples already hard and waiting i walked away to get the
riding crop.

The air was silent then she heard it, before she felt it land on her
right breast crying out threw the gag and wiggling all over trying to
escape i repeatedly flogged her exposed breast. I then went and got a
anal plug only about an inch thick and about 6 inches long i had lubed
it up and pulled on her arms so she had to stand on her toes, that is
when she felt the tip pressing against her ass, shaking her head
silently begging me not to i pushed her feet out slowly while letting
the slack out on her arms she slowly started to desend on to the plug.

Next i took the strap on vibrator that she hated to wear under her
clothes when ever i ask i buckled it around her waist and brought the
strap up between her ass cheeks which helped to keep the plug in place.
I then grabbed each leg and spread them far apart so she was snuggled
up to the leather covered horse. I went and sat down to admire my work
after about 15 minutes i could see her starting to relax a little i
grabbed the nipple clamps i leaned over and licked her nipples till
they got hard like pebbles and snapped the clamps down, again i stood
back and watched her wiggle i then took the second pair which i new she
hated with the sharp teeth and ran the chain threw the other clamps and
clamped each side of her pussy lips, by now i could see a thin layer of
sweat breaking out and had the chains just the right length that any
sudden moves would pull roughly on her pussy lips.

I left the garage to go get a cool beer and watch some tv. after about
20 minutes i went back and she was sitting still just becoming
accustomed to the clamps i picked up the riding crop once more this
time i circled her the whole time telling her that i am in charge and
she was for my entertainment and was going to learn to enjoy everything
i did to her. So i began the flogging with each smack reminding her she
was my slut and would make sure all my needs where taken care of from
now on and she was going to learn to be good whore for whatever i
wished.

After about 5 minutes of this i decided to turn the vibrating ball on
and watch her jump then wince as the clamps made there presence known
again. I left her there once more withering in pain that i am sure she
was going to come to enjoy.

After about a half hour i went to check on her and was surprised to see
how wet she was just running down the insides of her thighs, sweat now
pouring off her, I shut off the vibrator and pulled it away hearing her
muffled cry i started to rub her hard clit. I asked her if she had cum,
to afraid she shook her head yes i smacked her ass and told her she did
not have my permission for that and would now have to be punished more,
sobbing she lowered her head knowing she had not pleased me tears
running down her face i loosened the ropes that kept her legs spread
and told her to stand up as she did i slide the plug from her ass, i
then went and got one bigger and lubed it up nice and told her to
please me she was to know lower her self onto it and take it straight
in. I was surprised to see her take it deep into her tigh ass. petting
her head i told her very good i then took a fat diddo and shoved it
deep into her wet pussy , reminding her she was not to cum again till i
told her to .

Again i spread her legs and tied them down and picked up the crop slowly
running it all over her bottom, this time she remained still and i
began . First i worked up and down her backside then to her spread legs
and around to her breast after a few good slaps landing close to the
clamps i stopped and released the nipple clamps leaving them fall over
the horse they gentlly tugged on the clamps still attached to her
swollen pussy lips. I began again with the riding crop this time
working my way across her spread thighs and every once in a while a
lite smack across her pussy. She was close to cumming but i could tell
she was fighting it, I told her since she has taking this much i would
take the clamps off her pussy. Seeing she was relieved I still had
another surprise for her, I again lossened her legs and told her to
stand, i wanted to change plugs again this time to the largest one , as
she sat back down onto the anal plug i could tell it was hurting , i
tied her legs back spread out and tightened her arms and told her i
would be back for her later with another surprise.

I went out to the living room and waited for her next surprise , a
friend was coming over. Just then the door bell rang and i knew she
heard it i left my friend in and we decided to play some cards, after a
while i told him to go say hello and see how the wife was doing.

As he opened the door he was very surprised to find my wife all tied up
and spread out and so full of toys, he walked around her checking out
my handy work then came back and told me nice job. We laughed for a
while and played more cards i knew by know the wife was scared but she
didn't know it was one thing to show her off but i would never let
anyone else play with her at least not yet.

So after we finished up are card game by friend went on his way thanking
me for the little show and i went back in to see just how my little
slut was doing, her not knowing with the blindfold on that my friend
had left i walked in and started running my hands all over her. She did
not know it was me or if i was alone or not i told her to stand after
loosening her legs again this time i swung her leg over the horse and
lowered her arms and chained both to the floor so she was now bent in
half over the horse i then attached the nipple clamps back in place and
told her i was going to take the gag off and she was not to say a word
. flexing her jaw she remained silent but i could tell she was nervous
not knowing we where alone again but she was dripping wet , i grabbed
her hair and pulled her head back and slowly shoved my cock deep into
her open mouth. Slowly i fucked her face then grabbed the riding crop
again and started redding her ass again. I stopped just when i was
about to cum and walked around her i slide the anal plug out only to
replace it with my cock, as i fucked her sore ass i told her she was
never to forget her place and she was there for me and me only and to
answer me to my pleasure she said " yes Master i am your slut, use me
as you want i belong to you " I filled her ass with my cum told her she
was starting to be a good girl and maybe i will let her cum later.
Walking out the garage i went to get a cool beer and relax till i was
ready to use my whore some more...

It was a long time coming she has been a naughty whore just begging meable to have her arms cuffed over head and a long board going out from
the bottom so to spread her legs either together or spread far apart.

After lining everything up i decide to wait in the living room and just
the light of the tv lite the room so when she came in i noticed she
also had stopped off for a few drinks which made my plan even better.
When she came into the room she said she was going to bed i told her to
come over and kiss me good night.

Heading towards me like it was an effort i decide to act, i grabbed her
and put her on the floor i had her arms handcuffed and the blindfold in
place before she even knew what was happening. when she began to wiggle
and protest i quickly shoved the ball gag into her mouth to silence
her, then bringing her to her knees i walked her to the garage.

I felt her hesitate not knowing what i was up to i informed her that the
day has come when she learns who is in charge. I quickly hooked her
arms to the rings above the horse and grabbed her leg and threw over
it. Her short skirt riding up her legs and it being a bonus she never
wore underpants, next i added the ankle cuffs but waited to attach
them, I started by ripping her shirt down and exposeing her 38D cup
breast her nipples already hard and waiting i walked away to get the
riding crop.

The air was silent then she heard it, before she felt it land on her
right breast crying out threw the gag and wiggling all over trying to
escape i repeatedly flogged her exposed breast. I then went and got a
anal plug only about an inch thick and about 6 inches long i had lubed
it up and pulled on her arms so she had to stand on her toes, that is
when she felt the tip pressing against her ass, shaking her head
silently begging me not to i pushed her feet out slowly while letting
the slack out on her arms she slowly started to desend on to the plug.

Next i took the strap on vibrator that she hated to wear under her
clothes when ever i ask i buckled it around her waist and brought the
strap up between her ass cheeks which helped to keep the plug in place.
I then grabbed each leg and spread them far apart so she was snuggled
up to the leather covered horse. I went and sat down to admire my work
after about 15 minutes i could see her starting to relax a little i
grabbed the nipple clamps i leaned over and licked her nipples till
they got hard like pebbles and snapped the clamps down, again i stood
back and watched her wiggle i then took the second pair which i new she
hated with the sharp teeth and ran the chain threw the other clamps and
clamped each side of her pussy lips, by now i could see a thin layer of
sweat breaking out and had the chains just the right length that any
sudden moves would pull roughly on her pussy lips.

I left the garage to go get a cool beer and watch some tv. after about
20 minutes i went back and she was sitting still just becoming
accustomed to the clamps i picked up the riding crop once more this
time i circled her the whole time telling her that i am in charge and
she was for my entertainment and was going to learn to enjoy everything
i did to her. So i began the flogging with each smack reminding her she
was my slut and would make sure all my needs where taken care of from
now on and she was going to learn to be good whore for whatever i
wished.

After about 5 minutes of this i decided to turn the vibrating ball on
and watch her jump then wince as the clamps made there presence known
again. I left her there once more withering in pain that i am sure she
was going to come to enjoy.

After about a half hour i went to check on her and was surprised to see
how wet she was just running down the insides of her thighs, sweat now
pouring off her, I shut off the vibrator and pulled it away hearing her
muffled cry i started to rub her hard clit. I asked her if she had cum,
to afraid she shook her head yes i smacked her ass and told her she did
not have my permission for that and would now have to be punished more,
sobbing she lowered her head knowing she had not pleased me tears
running down her face i loosened the ropes that kept her legs spread
and told her to stand up as she did i slide the plug from her ass, i
then went and got one bigger and lubed it up nice and told her to
please me she was to know lower her self onto it and take it straight
in. I was surprised to see her take it deep into her tigh ass. petting
her head i told her very good i then took a fat diddo and shoved it
deep into her wet pussy , reminding her she was not to cum again till i
told her to .

Again i spread her legs and tied them down and picked up the crop slowly
running it all over her bottom, this time she remained still and i
began . First i worked up and down her backside then to her spread legs
and around to her breast after a few good slaps landing close to the
clamps i stopped and released the nipple clamps leaving them fall over
the horse they gentlly tugged on the clamps still attached to her
swollen pussy lips. I began again with the riding crop this time
working my way across her spread thighs and every once in a while a
lite smack across her pussy. She was close to cumming but i could tell
she was fighting it, I told her since she has taking this much i would
take the clamps off her pussy. Seeing she was relieved I still had
another surprise for her, I again lossened her legs and told her to
stand, i wanted to change plugs again this time to the largest one , as
she sat back down onto the anal plug i could tell it was hurting , i
tied her legs back spread out and tightened her arms and told her i
would be back for her later with another surprise.

I went out to the living room and waited for her next surprise , a
friend was coming over. Just then the door bell rang and i knew she
heard it i left my friend in and we decided to play some cards, after a
while i told him to go say hello and see how the wife was doing.

As he opened the door he was very surprised to find my wife all tied up
and spread out and so full of toys, he walked around her checking out
my handy work then came back and told me nice job. We laughed for a
while and played more cards i knew by know the wife was scared but she
didn't know it was one thing to show her off but i would never let
anyone else play with her at least not yet.

So after we finished up are card game by friend went on his way thanking
me for the little show and i went back in to see just how my little
slut was doing, her not knowing with the blindfold on that my friend
had left i walked in and started running my hands all over her. She did
not know it was me or if i was alone or not i told her to stand after
loosening her legs again this time i swung her leg over the horse and
lowered her arms and chained both to the floor so she was now bent in
half over the horse i then attached the nipple clamps back in place and
told her i was going to take the gag off and she was not to say a word
. flexing her jaw she remained silent but i could tell she was nervous
not knowing we where alone again but she was dripping wet , i grabbed
her hair and pulled her head back and slowly shoved my cock deep into
her open mouth. Slowly i fucked her face then grabbed the riding crop
again and started redding her ass again. I stopped just when i was
about to cum and walked around her i slide the anal plug out only to
replace it with my cock, as i fucked her sore ass i told her she was
never to forget her place and she was there for me and me only and to
answer me to my pleasure she said " yes Master i am your slut, use me
as you want i belong to you " I filled her ass with my cum told her she
was starting to be a good girl and maybe i will let her cum later.
Walking out the garage i went to get a cool beer and relax till i was
ready to use my whore some more...

The first people to enter the room were two men, one in his early
forties, and one who looked to be barely eighteen. The older man's eyes
came straight to the stage, and the smile that curved his lips at the
sight of my bound body caused my loins to ache. This was a man with
experience, who had obviously known what to expect tonight. The other
younger man had just caught sight of me and looked quite shocked and
irritated at what he could see. My neck gave out then, and I dropped my
head and rested my muscles. I could hear my master's low voice, then
the raised voice of the young man, and realized he was angry that I was
to be the main attract- ion instead of him. Finally I was able to once
again raise my head, and saw that they had moved closer, until they
stood not two feet away from the stage. The boy continued to whine and
argue with both masters, but his eyes had begun to slide over my body,
resting briefly on my bound body, then beginning to widen as he saw the
extent of my bondage, and I knew he would not protest much longer.

Behind my master and the two men, Janette and Kelly led several more
people in. There were five other men of varying ages, and three of the
men had women with them. One of the women caught my eye, and I knew at
once that she was used to being in charge. She would make a great
mistress, if she wasn't one already. Then I caught sight of a young
girl behind her, with her head down and her hands folded in front of
her. She was either her daughter, or a slave like myself. She could not
be any older than nineteen, though, and when I saw the way she looked
at the older woman, begging her with her eyes to pay her some
attention, I realized that she was definately not her daughter. A slave
then, I knew, and wondered if we would be made to perform together.

My head dropped back down again, and I no longer had the strength to
lift it back up. I heard chairlegs scraping across the floor, and then
slowly the noise died down and an expectant silence filled the room.

"Good evening, my friends. I have invited you here tonight to meet my
newest toy. She is called little one, and is proving to be most
entertaining." My body began to hum as I listened to my master describe
the night ahead. Then the lights were lowered until the only light left
was the one shining on me and my master.

I felt his hand slide up along my stomach, pressing down on the chains
fastened to my nipples, and felt a moan build deep in my chest. Then
another hand began to slide over my ass, lightly caressing. My master
stepped away and watched, and I could see the feet of the other person,
clad in high heel shoes. When the hand left my ass, then began to spank
me sharply, I realized this must be the older woman. My ass soon began
to feel very hot and the chains dug into my pussy with each blow, until
I felt I was going to begin screaming if she didn't soon stop. Then she
did stop and I felt her hot, wet tongue replace her hand, licking and
kissing my bright red bottom. She moved around in front of my and I saw
she had removed her dress and was now wearing a leather girdle with
thigh high black boots. Her breasts were bare and the girdle stopped
just above her pussy, which she offered to my mouth as she pulled my
head up by my hair. Tears of pain and humiliation came to my eyes as I
began to lick her pussy, and she pulled the younger girl over to her to
kneel beside me.

"Lick my pussy, little one. Show my lazy slave how it's done. And if
you're really good, I might let her practise on you." She taunted.

I could see the young girl's face as she watched and she looked like she
was about to cry. I stretched out my tongue as far as I could and slid
it through the pussy lips, searching for her clit. When I found it I
began to play with it, sucking it into my mouth, then giving it quick,
hard licks. I heard a moan from beside me and looked over to see that
the girl had been mounted from behind by the older man and he was
twisting her nipples ruthlessly, while he pounded his cock into her
cunt. Then his fingers moved down between her legs and I saw her eyes
close as she began to struggle to get away from him. I could tell he
was hurting her and from the look in his eyes as he watched my tongue
working on the clit in front of me, I knew he needed to inflict pain in
order to find his own pleasure. He suddenly pulled out of the young
girl and turned her to stand beside her mistress. He then knelt beside
me and opened her legs to receive his tongue. But instead of using his
tongue and lips as I was he began to nibble and bite her clitoris,
causing her to gasp and cry out in pain. She tried to pull away from
his mouth, but his hands on her hips held her firmly against his cruel
mouth. I looked up to see how her mistress felt, and shivered at the
slight smile I saw on her face. As she listened to the moans and cries
beside her she moved harder and faster against my tongue. Then the
young girl began to sink down to the floor, and the man's mouth
followed her down. Now he began to use his tongue and lips and I heard
her moan in relief and gratitude. I could feel fingers entering my
pussy and ass from behind and then a cock pressed inside me, while
another hand began to rub my clit, pulling the little ring off as it
did. I moaned against the hard little clit in my mouth, and felt her
muscles contract as she began to orgasm, and the finger on my clit
began to move quicker and stronger, determined to relieve me in the
same way. I desperately looked around for my master, and saw him
standing a little way off with his cock in the young man's mouth. He
was watching me and immediately nodded his head, giving me permission
to cum while he thrust deep into the man's throat. As I began to
orgasm, the cock behind me was withdrawn and a tongue replaced it,
drinking in my juices as they poured out of me and as he thrust his
tongue in and out of my cunt I arched my back, pulling all the chains
around me tight and increasing the pain/pleasure of my orgasm. As the
shudders coursing through my body finally began to fade, I felt the
chains begin to loosen around me, then I was gently picked up and
flipped over. My master had moved closer, and the young male slave was
kneeling behind him licking his asshole. The older man was the one who
had turned me over, and now he and the mistress began to pull and tug
at my chains, causing me to moan and whimper. A gag was fastened over
my mouth, but it had a large hole in the middle, and the man fed his
cock through the hole into my mouth. My tongue began to explore the
length of him, then I began to gasp in pain as someone began to bite
and pinch my inner thighs. The man above me chuckled. " Yes, little 1,
that's what i want. i want to hear your moans of pain on my cock. I
want to hear screams coming from your throat, cut off midway as my cock
slams into you. You're going to learn the true pleasure of pain this
evening, little 1." I moaned in terror at what he was telling me, then
began to writhe as the teeth moved upwards to my labia. I turned my
head to find my master, but his face was buried deep in another woman's
cunt, while the slave continued to lick and suck at his ass and balls.
The feel of teeth pinching and scraping against my labia was almost
more than i could bear, then my back arched and i began to sob and
shake as fingers fastened onto my nipples and began to twist. My mind
went blank and my only thought was to escape from this torture. I began
to twist away from the cock in my mouth and the teeth and hands on my
body, and I succeeded in freeing my mouth, but then my arms were
twisted behind me and I was no longer able to move away from the hands.
"Please," I sobbed. " No more. Please don't hurt me anymore. I'll do
anything you ask, just don't hurt me." Even as I continued to gasp and
plead, I saw the woman move her hands up my thighs, towards my cunt,
and an evil grin widened her mouth as she took a labia in each hand and
began to pinch. She watched my face as I began to moan, then lowered
her head and began to suck gently and deliciously on my clitoris. My
moans of pain quickly became moans of pleasure, even though her fingers
were still twisting my labia painfully. Then her fingers moved up to my
nipples, and began to caress them lightly and softly, causing me to
arch and pant for more The lips that were causing my clitoris to swell
and ache suddenly disappeared, and were replaced by piercing, blinding
pain as she began to bite and nibble at my little button. I was unable
to handle the feelings of pain and pleasure that were storming through
my body, and I began to sob again, twisting and turning until I felt
the chains begin to tighten again. The fingers and mouth left my body
as I was again lifted off the floor, and then I felt the slash of a
whip across my ass, causing me to cry out in pain.

It continued to rain down on me, and I almost didn't even notice the
teeth biting into my sore nipple. The little caps had disappeared, and
the teeth were almost pleasurable compared to the pain of being
whipped. Finally, the whip stopped and I was able to stop crying and
become aware of my surroundings again. My master now had the boy-slave
laying on his back with his feet over my master's shoulders, and he was
sodomizing him while sucking at his nipples and neck. My pussy began to
throb while I watched, and I began to tremble when I felt a something
pressing against my asshole. I was too dry for it to enter, however,
and the man came around in front of me and told me to suck the end of
the whip. I began to lick and suck on the dry leather, but he finally
got impatient and leaned down to thrust it up inside my wet pussy. Then
he brought it back to my mouth so I could taste my pussy juices
glistening on the end of it.

He took the remote control and adjusted my chains so I was tilted
downwards until my hair brushed the floor and my ass was hoisted high
in the air. My legs were still spread wide, and he was able to kneel
beneath me so that he could have access to all parts of me. He reached
between my legs and thrust the whip-handle into my ass, then began to
lick and play with my pussy lips. Every 2 or 3 thrusts of the whip he
would bite down hard, causing me to yell, then he would begin to lick
and suck again, tongue fucking me and making me moan with pleasure. As
I began to approach orgasm, I could not control my shudders of
pleasure, and when a pussy appeared under my face I began to lick and
suck at the lips and clit with relief.

Just as I felt my orgasm begin, my nipples were twisted painfully, and
the teeth began to torment my clitoris, causing my to scream and moan
against the pussy in my mouth. I felt myself cumming, and the harder my
nipples were twisted, the more I came, moaning and screaming against
the hot pussy thrusting up against my tongue. As my orgasm neared it's
end I felt the whip being removed, and the body under me moved away.
Soon I felt a cock push deep inside my ass, and the man began to
thrust. I felt his fingers searching through my pussy lips for my
clitoris, and as he began to twist and pull at it he fucked me
violently from behind. I began to scream in pain again, then amazingly,
began to cum against his fingers, until I didn't know whether to pull
away or press closer to the pain. I felt his cock spurting cum into my
asshole as my orgasm began to fade, then collapsed against the chains
as his fingers left me and his cock slid out.