I sat quietly waiting for Master to pick me up from work. The train had let me off about 30 minutes ago and Master knew what time I would be here.

I was getting nervous and didn't know what was happening back at His home. Was He ok? Was I being ignored? Did He forget about me?

My nerves got so bad that I started to walk to the sidewalk in front of the station and hailed a cab. I sat twitching and shaking in the back while the cab sped down the main street in town to His home.

The cab pulled up out front and I quickly shoved the fare into the driver's hand and jumped out to rush in the house. His car was still parked out front and the shades were all drawn. He didn't remember me? But I came up to see Him every Friday night. I took care of Him all weekend till Sunday at midnight.

Slowly I crept up the stairs to His apartment. My bags were all settled specifically and I was still wearing my suit from the office. I left so fast that I didn’t get a chance to change into a casual dress. When I reached the top of the stairs the door to His apartment was slightly open and no sound was coming out.

Did He have another person in there with Him? My heart ached at the thought and my eyes welled with tears. That wouldn't be the first time that happened to me. Just three months ago that happened to me and the memory was still way to fresh to ignore.

I placed my bags down just outside the door and took a small step forward with just my pocketbook still on my arm. My heart was beating so fast at this point that even if I tried to swallow I would have choked.

I barely had my foot in the door when I felt a presence that didn't feel quite right. It was a person but I couldn’t see them. Before I could retrace my two steps back to the door a thick muscular arm wrapped around my waist and a knife came to my neck. I stopped myself right before I could scream. The man's voice was changed by one of those voice changer machines, he sounded like a monster of some sort. My skin felt warm and the monster’s body was pressing me into the wall opposite from where I came in.

His hand loosened from my waist, turning me around forcefully to face him. I saw the black full face mask. I knew he could see me but I couldn’t see him. My fear was so great you could smell it in the air. The monster stared down at me and a chuckle of amusement escaped his mouth. The monster grabbed onto his crotch and groaned an evil wicked groan. His body was very attractive regardless of the fact that he was a demented pervert with a plan.

His moves were deliberate and maliciously intimidating. He moved on me like an animal. The knife edge catching the light from the closet behind him. He caught the edge of my shirt in one hand and tore it open like a rag. My silk shirt torn to ribbons fell to the floor beneath me. My bra cut in half, leaving me standing before this monster bare-breasted and shaking. He moved fast with reflexes that made me scared of where the knife would be my undoing.

I never wore underwear with my thigh highs and business suits on Friday since I knew I would be seeing Master. He liked to know that I would come to Him ready. I pressed myself back to the wall to escape the monster's grabbing hand. He thrust his black-gloved hand between my legs lifting me off the ground jamming his fingers into me. As scared as I was and fearful of the knife that he held to my chest, I couldn’t help but become aroused.

I was so ashamed of this - yet the monster laughed at the loss of control. He started to trace a lazy line on my chest with the knife applying just enough pressure to draw a thin line of blood. I started to cry and beg for him to stop. Rather than stop, he brought the knife up to my throat, silencing me immediately.

I could feel him pressed against my leg; he was so excited by his torment of me. In a bold and brazen move I grappled with my hands and reached for the mask. His hands being even faster than mine wrestled them quickly from his face and I fell to the floor attempting to crawl away. Once I made it to the hallway he mounted me from behind and yanked my skirt up to my waist. I could hear his zipper come open and he entered my behind with one painful tearing thrust. Pressing me into the floor and holding the knife to my throat he made use of me as he would. Taking all that I was and making me his own toy for the moment. My fear was replaced by a mounting pleasure that I could no longer control. Oh god what was I about to do - surrender my will and pleasure to a stranger. I belonged to a Master that I loved.

In a last ditch effort to find out who my assailant was I reached back over my shoulder where the monster's head rested and I yanked off the mask. It was my Master. He was indulging our fantasies. He remembered me after all ...

Melinda stumbles into the living room with John a few steps behind her.

John moves to her side and slips his arm around her; she is warm and moist with sweat, and the temperature is already 94 degrees. It is only 9AM. He brings her slowly up the stairs and lays her on the bed.

She pulls her dress up over her face.
"Help?"

John tries to stop from laughing. It is almost too funny to watch though. Melinda is trying to escape from her own clothes and is too drunk from the Mimosas from brunch to take them off herself.

Melinda with her face covered smirks, knowing that John can’t resist her and her silliness. She is looking forward to the end of the day when they are both more recovered. Their secret room is completely ready for them, and she is itching to get in there.

John helps her put on her bikini and they walk out to the pool. He brings her another Mango Mojito, her favorite, and drinks deeply of his own. Melinda looks drained from their escapade from last night but still exquisitely beautiful.

Melinda knows that he is watching her and tries to keep up the drunk act just a little longer. She decides it’s time to do a little moving around to entice her "Master" into a little solo fun with her. Not that it is all that difficult to do but still. She brings herself to a seated position and looks to the pool toys, finding their two-person cabana on water she runs to fetch it and brings it into the pool.

Climbing in she motions for John to follow.
Quietly they sleep for a while until Melinda feels that familiar burn in her stomach that means it’s time for her surprise.

"Baby, come into the house for a bit; let’s shower and have some light dinner."

John unquestioningly opens his eyes and moves to grab her.

"Lets go out to eat; I don’t want you cooking."

"I already ordered sushi. It will be here in a few minutes."

"Oh ok, let’s go then."

"Can you get the door please when it comes and just leave it in the kitchen while I clean myself up?"

“Sure baby."

Melinda smiles to herself and makes her way to the bathroom to shower. Little does he know what she is going to do. She showers extra well to clean out all the other sex smells still left from the night before and shaves any remnants of hair that have started to come back in. She jumps out just in time to hear the doorbell and the sushi arrive. She quickly dries off and reaches for the intercom.

“Baby, settle into your nice couch, and I will be there with the food in a few minutes ok?"

She knows he will do this immediately because he loves to be treated like a little king. She hurriedly puts on her favorite honey lotion, then the honey dust powder on her pussy lips. The final touch is to dry her hair, put on her makeup and lipstick, and the final piece - her slave collar. Rushing to look her best, she throws her hair up in a loose twist - easier for her baby to grab and pull. Smiling at her reflection, Melinda takes a last deep breath and puts herself into slave mode.

She exits their bedroom and makes her way to the kitchen silently. She prepares the sushi onto their special dishes and grabs the chopsticks. Balancing the dishes and the glasses of warm sake on the serving tray is always the hardest part, but she manages to do it without making a sound.
She enters the dining room and lights the candles and places the dishes in the appropriate places - hers on the floor and His on the table.

Melodically she calls, "Baby I have your dinner ready on the table."

Quickly she gets into presentation for her Master. Kneeling with legs slightly parted, forehead to the floor, and arms overhead with palms up. John enters in a whirlwind of chatter, "Great I'm starv....."

Like a light switch, He goes into his Master mode and approaches. Leaning over He takes her hair into His hand and pulls her to sitting. She immediately places her hands behind her back. With a sly smile, He slaps her fairly hard in the face. "Thank you My slut."

Melinda blushes wildly and lowers her eyes to the floor, and the food in front of her. John reaches to the plate and lifts it to the table.

Silently she starts to fear that He will withhold the food from her. John lowers His hand to her and strokes her head, sending shivers down her spine. John knows that feeling and lifts one piece of sushi, lowering it to her lips. He will feed her like a pet tonight. Then she will return the favor. Once He is done being the Master – He commands her.

"Up on the table. My turn to eat." John says.
Carefully Melinda climbs onto the dining room table and takes a warm wet cloth to His hands, washing them off carefully. One piece at a time Melinda feeds John. She pours Him some of the warm sake and lifts the cup to His lips, careful to keep the napkin tucked beneath it to ensure none will drip onto his face.

He is satisfied with her service and reaches forward. She lowers her eyes and waits. He notes that her posture is correct on the table, as it was on the floor, and in response He rewards her with a pinch on her nipples. Grabbing her hair in one hand He finds Himself extremely turned on. After last night’s display of pleasures, He is greatly appreciative and knows that for them to play would be the perfect end.

"Stay there." John says and leaves her, kneeling on the table.

Melinda sits completely still. She wouldn’t dare move until her Master returns. So far she is pleased with her services to Him. Her focus is so one tracked that even she wouldn’t know the difference if the house was on fire. Her nipples are hard and she feels the moisture seeping out of her, spreading onto her thighs and the heels of her feet. She keeps her back straight and her hands clasped behind her back. Her mind is reeling towards the treats to come.

John searches for his leash for her. He cannot find it anywhere – until he recalls that the leash was on the dining room table already. "Little vixen!" He does however locate her pony bit that He loves to use on her.
He returns to find Melinda exactly as He left her. "Good girl."

He reaches around to her mouth and places the bit in front of her lips. She accepts it into her mouth with a groan. Not of discontent as John well knows, but because she loves the smell and taste of latex. Once the bit is secured, He clips on the leash and tells her to crawl to the floor. Calculating her moves, Melinda crawls carefully to the chair, and then to the floor. Remaining on hands and knees she goes to her Master’s feet. He straddles her back, sitting on her and she fights the urge to collapse. A sharp slap on her ass makes her writhe and jump forward.

"To the room – now"

Struggling but still more than willing, she moves as a pony would. He lifts his feet so that she is carrying his entire weight on her back. The room seems so far but still she feels her heat growing with every step forward. Sensing that this is the case, John reaches one hand behind Melinda and slides his fingers into her pussy with complete ease. Just as he knew, she is already wet.
When she arrives at the door John dismounts and opens the door. He leads her into the room. Flipping the lights on he notes that all his favorite floggers, paddles, and whips are displayed on the rack, as is the St. Andrews Cross completely set up. His ropes and shackles are also ready for use. Blindfolds, suspension rack – it’s all there and ready.

"And here I was thinking you were drunk today."

Leaning down he removes the bit from her mouth so that she can be more useful to him and his needs.
Melinda suppresses a smile and becomes the brat. She is craving a flogging so badly; she moves suddenly, placing a kiss on each of his feet. Doing this will surely get her a slap at least.
John leans down and slaps her ass fairly hard on each cheek. She knows better than to act without direction now.

She squirms under his hand and the redness permeates her. She is embarrassed for her actions, yet she just cannot help herself.
John drops the leash and leaves Melinda kneeling there bewildered.

He turns quickly back and grabs her roughly to her feet. The St Andrew's cross is behind her only a few feet, and he slams her body into it, grinding his thigh between her legs. Melinda melts beneath his hands.

John’s face is stern, yet there is a twinkle deep in his eyes that she knows oh too well.

He turns her hard and fast to face the cross. He quickly grabs one wrist, then the other securing her to the cross. He grabs her ankles one at a time and secures them to the cross as well.
Melinda feels the heat in her growing wildly out of control. She melts to her knees. His hands are so rough and callused, yet she can’t help but yearn to be touched from head to toe by them. Who cares that He is rough and the violence can mark her.

There is sudden silence, and her body is shaking involuntarily with desire - her thighs are both slick with her own juices, and her body writhes out of control. She turns her head from side to side to see what John is doing behind her.

Listening intently she hears the drawer to the chest open and the shuffle of feet on the carpet behind her. She lowers her head so that her chin is touching her chest. The flash of pain erupts under her eyelids. The flogger is thick and heavy. It doesn’t hurt at all after the first strike. As a matter of fact, He is so very skilled that the thudding falls at various places all over her back, arms, legs, and butt.

The heat is growing and she feels herself getting close to subspace. Her moment of clarity. John slows the flurry of strikes down and moves quickly to settle in behind her. His favorite position to take her in - while she is completely helpless. Melinda knows that this is her fate.

In one fluid motion John is inside her, hands gripping her hips and pulling her back into him. She fidgets with her wrists and through careful persistence is able to unhook the cuffs and free her hands. She immediately bends at the waist and undoes her ankles; it never lasts very long when they play . Since the first day of playing there has always been a heat - a fire between them that they fall into raw animalistic sex within moments of playing.

He presses himself against her, grinding his hips into her moving his cock against her G spot. No one has been able to do this but him. She erupts into an orgasm clenching her pussy lips around his cock. He groans with absolute delight and allows himself to cum deep inside her.

They both know that this is only the beginning of their night of play, but for a start this is definitely more than what Melinda expected......

Tori sighed as she pressed the start button on the dryer. As she walked down the hall to her in-house office, she thought about how boring her life had become. I live and work in the same place. Tom sits on the couch and watches TV and plays his stupid video games. Ever thing is the same old, same old.



Hitting the “on” button to her computer, Tori sat cross-legged in her office chair. When the computer finished loading, Tori went directly to her favorite search engine. “Exciting sex,” she typed in, not really expecting to find anything that interested her.



A host of links came up, and she scanned the page. Tori clicked for page 2, and was scanning the urls when one caught her eye. This looks interesting, but I could really pull off something like this? I suppose it’s worth a try.



Tori walked went into the bedroom, and got a few things that she received at her wedding shower 8 years ago. She had no idea then why she had kept the items, but now she was glad she had.



After changing, Tori walked down the hallway and stood in the living room door, not saying a word. An eternity later, Tom looked up and his jaw hit the floor. He eyed Tori from head to toe and back again. Tori could feel his eyes taking in her long, curly red hair, her leather corset, the boy-cut leather shorts, and the fishnet stockings that ended in spiked heels. After one last of Tori, Tom’s eyes came to rest on the flogger in her hand. It had been behind her back as she stood in the doorway, and she had let her hand drop to her side while Tom was looking her up and down.



“What is going on here?” Tom asked, wide eyed.



Tori shushed him as she walked toward him. “You and I are going to get a few things straight right now. You will not speak unless asked a direct question. You will do nothing unless told to. If you want to do something, you may ask permission, and that is the only time you are allowed to talk without having been spoken to first. Is that clear?”



Tom did not answer right away. He was debating in his mind if he wanted his wife telling him what to do or not. Finally he decided he could have fun with this. “Sure. Whatever you say, Baby.”



“You will not call me ‘Baby;’ you will address me as ‘Ma’am.’ Got it?”



“Yes, Ma’am.”



Tori grabbed Tom by his shirt collar and led him to the bedroom. He pinched her ass. Tori stopped, motioned for Tom to go ahead, and then smacked him on the ass, hard with the flogger. Tom turned around, about to say something, then thought better of it and shut up. He turned back around, but not before Tori was able to see the hard on he had gotten from the flogger.



“Get on your knees, hands at your sides,” Tori ordered Tom.



Tom dropped to his knees, placed his hands on the floor at his side, and said, “What next, Ma’am?”



Tori walked behind Tom, and in answer she whacked his ass with the flogger again. Though he jumped slightly, his erection had gotten slightly bigger. Tori smiled, and said to him, “Do not speak until spoken to. That is one of the rules, remember?”



“Yes, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.”



Tori took one of Tom’s ties off the bedpost where he kept them. She tied it around Tom’s head as a blindfold. Tori walked around the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She walked close to Tom, without touching him, and then walked far across the room and back again. Every time she got close to Tom, he would flinch almost imperceptibly because he did not know what was coming.



Coming up behind Tom, Tori left a whelp on his ass with the flogger. She smiled when Tom let out a grunt. Looking over his shoulder, she saw that his cock was hard as ever. While still standing behind Tom, Tori undid the zipper that made the shorts crotch-less. Next, she walked around the room some more, savoring the fact that Tom did not have a clue as to what was coming next.



Tori walked up to Tom and put her crotch in Tom’s face. Immediately, his tongue darted out and started massaging her clit. Tori stepped forward with her right foot, so the spiked heel of her shoe was in his scrotum. “You didn’t ask permission nor did you wait for instruction.”



Tom, grimacing in pain, “May I, Ma’am?”



“Yes, you may.”



Tom massaged her clit with his tongue, then took it gently in his mouth and used his teeth. He ran his tongue down her split, into her vagina, and tongue fucked her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he pulled his tongue out and went back to work on her clit. Tori was just about ready to cum when he moved his tongue back toward her hole. She grabbed his hair in both hands and pulled hard, forcing his mouth back to her clit. Tom sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled it between his tongue and teeth. Feeling her juice running down his chin, he worked faster and faster.



“Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh God! That’s it! Don’t stop!” screamed Tori, as her orgasm began. Involuntarily, she pulled Tom’s face deeper into her mound. Tom had to hold his breath because he couldn’t breathe. Her hips started bucking, grinding her pelvis against his face. Her cum was pouring down Tom’s face and dripping off his chin.



When the orgasm subsided, Tori simply collapsed onto the floor in front of Tom. “Ma’am, are you all right?” he asked? “MmmmmHmmmm,” was her only reply.



After she got her wits back about her, Tori ordered Tom to stand and to leave on the blindfold. His cock was erect and huge and Tori couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her. She bent at the waist and saw that, with the heels on, their midsections were pretty even. She backed up, onto Tom’s erection, and slowing started moving forward and back. Tom placed his hands on her sides and started pumping. Tori, still with the flogger in hand, flung her arm between their legs and gave him a good whack on the ass. “You are to do nothing until told. You will do well to remember that,” she told him. “Also, you will not cum without permission!”



Tori was having fun controlling how fast and slow Tom’s cock entered her. She controlled how hard she slammed back on it, and how long she held it inside of her before leaning forward again. She had never played with herself for Tom before; she was always too embarrassed to do it. Tori brought her left hand up and started massaging her own clit as she varied her pace on his cock. She was feeling so good, and so into it, that she almost did not hear Tom’s tell-tale moans, signaling that he was about to cum. She reluctantly pulled herself off him, reminded him he was not allowed to come, and then walked over to the dresser. She found what she was looking for and walked back to Tom. Deftly Tori put the rubber around the base of Tom’s cock.



Forward and back, forward and back; first slamming herself against Tom, then moving slow as molasses; massaging her clit the whole time. She knew the rubber band would keep Tom from cumming, but she had no idea that it would make his cock swell so much. The fatter his cock grew, the harder she pumped against him. Finally she could take it no more. She let loose a guttural cry and allowed herself to cum. Thrashing against Tom, she almost knocked them both over.



After her spasms subsided, she removed Tom’s blindfold and the rubber band. She took his hand and pulled him to the bed. Lying down, she said to him, “You may fuck your Mistress now, slave. You have proven yourself worthy.”



When Tom climbed on top of her and took one of her nipples into his mouth, without permission, she did not even flog him—she was having too much fun. Tom teased first one nipple then the other between his teeth. He would give her a few good thrusts then pull his cock out and rub it on her clit. He figured he was just as good at teasing as she was. She reached behind him and gave him a good hand-smack on the ass occasionally. She knew Tom was getting close to cumming when he stopped taking his cock out to rub her clit. “Don’t forget—no cumming without permission,” she whispered in his ear.



Tori’s internal muscles clenched Tom’s cock tight. Then they started to spasm. Tori’s hips bucked as she overtaken by the force of her third orgasm. It was more than Tom could take. He was barely able to get out “Ma’am, may I cum now?” before his ejaculation hit. The force of his cum inside her made Tori’s orgasm all the more powerful. Animal sounds filled the room as they pounded against each other.



Finally, they both collapsed onto the bad. They were drained; exhausted. Tom said, “You can do this to me anytime you want,” and then drifted off to sleep. Tori whispered back, “You can count on it,” and then fell asleep herself.

I look at you from across the room, watching the movements of your beautiful round ass. All the time thinking about how it would be to shove my cock deep in that tight hot shaved Pussy.


I walk up behind you while you are doing the dishes and rub my hard cock against your ass. I reach around and start to play with your nipples. Watching your reflection in the window behind the sink, I see as you gasp in Pleasure. You are still trying to keep your concentration on what you are doing. I can feel the heat coming from your crotch as your Pussy gets wetter and wetter from the pleasure.


You whisper to me, “Do you want me to quit and go to the bedroom?”

I say, "No. Keep doing what you are doing. And concentrate on it. I want you to practice on self-control. And do not cum until I tell you to.”

I gently kiss your neck and rub your nipples pinching them harder as I get more turned on. My cock grows bigger and harder from the rush of feeling you against my body. I pull your shirt up over your head sliding it off and let it fall to the floor and I begin to kiss your bare back as I unfasten your bra and let it fall to the floor as well.

As I kiss your bare back and around to your stomach, I turn you around and I tell you softly, "Turn around and let me look at you.”

When you turn around I grab your nipples with my fingers pinching them hard enough to make you gasp. I can tell by the expression and reaction on your face that you enjoy it even though it hurt at the same time. I begin to suck on your erect nipples making them even harder as I slide my hand inside of the waistline of your pants. I gently unfasten your pants just enough to get my hand in to get to your wet pussy. I tease your clit as I watch the expression on your face. You beg me to let you cum and I tell you not yet. You gasp and do everything you can to control it. I finally jerk your pants down, and pull them off and throw them into the pile with the rest of the clothes. I spread your legs enough for me to get my face between them so I can suck and lick your clit. Now, you are soaking wet. Your pussy is so wet it is dripping down your legs.


As I am licking and sucking on your clit, I shove 2 fingers in your hot, tight, wet hole and make you cry out in pleasure.

I tell you, "Now Cum baby, cum hard."

You Cry out, "I'm cumming baby, Please Fuck me."

While I continue to finger you, I ask you, "Are you sure that is what you want?"

You reply out of breath, "Yes Baby. Fuck me Hard and deep.”


I lay you down in the kitchen right there on the floor, and without warning or a loss of motion, I shove my throbbing cock inside of your hot pussy that is so wet by now that it makes a wet spot on the floor.

You gasp again and cry out, “OH MY GOD BABY! Cum in my Pussy, Please cum in my pussy!”

I shove my cock in and out of you harder and harder till I finally Cum. I shove it as deep as it will go and cum deep in your hot tight pussy. You feel my hot cum in you and then you cum instantly right then. After that you tell me to roll over on my back. I do so, and you get up on your Knees and begin to lick on my cock.

You look at me and tell me, "Baby, I am going to clean you up with my mouth."

You continue sucking and licking on my cock till I am rock hard once again. You suck on my hard cock till I shoot another load of cum deep down your throat. As I cum I grab your hair and shove my cock down your throat and cum deep in your throat. I cum harder hearing you gag on my hard cock. Then we decide we need a rest, so we go to the bedroom and curl up together, savoring the events that have just taken place. And there we fall asleep together.

Feeling the stirring of excitement within my body I leapt to my feet and quickly went to bathe and get ready; it really wouldn’t do to be late. I reflected that you could be very insistent when you wanted to be, ordering me to do this and that, then I smiled realizing it was rather nice, being dominated in such a way. It took all the worry out of what to do and when.
“Go and bend over the bench, and wait there while I get organized,” You ordered.

I quickly did as you commanded bending over a longish bench as well as I could, my legs dangling over the back end. The bench was narrow enough that my breasts fell on either side, my backside hung off the back. At the front, a high shelf off the bench supported my head.

You came up and strapped my legs so that my bum cheeks were raised and parted, revealing my dark holes and pussy lips, it had the effect of bending my back and pushing my chest into the bench. You then strapped my waist making it impossible for me to move. Next you secured my head so that I could not look around to see what you were doing behind me.

You stood back to admire your handy work and smiled at my vulnerable figure strapped down. I tested the straps to find I really couldn’t budge, and the excitement caused me to juice up. I noticed with glee that you had a large bulge at the front, as you walked round to admire my bare backside open and inviting, the dampness on my slit giving way how much I was enjoying your dominance.

I heard you reach for something off the wall where all your ‘toys’ were kept, before you walked back over to my prone figure. I felt your gentle caresses on my bare bum, as you slowly let your hand wander over the soft smooth skin with open palm, I could feel you trace your fingers down between my open cheeks, round my back hole which tightened as you went slowly round it, down further to my wet pussy lips which were slightly parted, my clit throbbed at your touch.

I moaned and closed my eyes as I felt your gentle probing, could feel it as you played softly with my clit, your fingers nudging at the flesh, teasing and frustrating. I tried in vain to push up onto your hand but the straps and rope prevented any movement and I groaned again. I could only tremble and shake as you continued with your tender touch. You knew how much I enjoyed the roughness, I knew you were teasing me with this gentle approach and I squirmed in my bonds, wishing for you to use me hard.

I felt the paddle across my bum and cried out with shocked surprise, not knowing that you would use it, the stinging sensation continued as you brought it down again and again, harder each time making me wrestle with my straps wanting to protect my exposed arse. You caressed where it had landed, making me sigh then cry out again as you swung the paddle against my backside until it was glowing pink and my breath came in short gasps.

You reached down and felt again between my lips and found that I was dripping and not able to resist your tongue flick against my lips as you lapped up the juices on my clit and round my hole. I squirmed and groaned in ecstasy as you probed into my tunnel. I gasped loudly as I felt your tongue then move round to my other hole and lick around the tight ring. With a reflex action I tried to close my legs, but knew it was hopeless and that made me groan with excitement and frustration.

Coming to stand in front of me you let me watch as you removed your clothing kicking it into a pile in the corner. I admired your toned body, although not very tall just under 6’, but fit with a slight tan from working on your boat, your hair short and dark brown just like your eyes, which twinkled merrily when you were enjoying yourself. Your cock swung out in front, throbbed and thickened further as you looked at me, and I knew you enjoyed using me as your toy.

Standing right in front of my face, you pressed you thickened shaft up against my lips. “Open wide and hold him in your mouth, but do not suck or move your lips.”

I opened my mouth obediently as you guided your cock between my lips. I felt it slide to the back of my throat. I felt you move slightly as I breathed in and out, gently caressing your throbbing member with hot air as it lay against my twitching tongue. I longed to suck it, taste your flesh, and I started to drool.

“You may close your mouth and lips but do not suck,” You said after some minutes of the sweet torture. I closed my mouth gratefully trying hard not to suck. I could feel your shaft as you moved slightly, making me long for you to fuck my mouth. I knew by the way you twitched that you longed to thrust forward right then, wanting to fuck my face so badly. I heard you moan with the effort of remaining still, torturing yourself with the denial.

Reaching sideways you grabbed up something that lay beside the bench. I felt a whip being lightly trailed over my back. I shuddered with excitement, knowing what was to come.

“This will teach you to disobey me, my darling Caz,” you said to me in glee, “ I will whip you while my cock gags you so you can’t scream out.”

Taking a good swing back you swished hard down onto my backside with the long strips of the whip. I twitched and twisted as each stroke landed, the stinging of the whip making my bum redden. I felt some land between my cheeks almost like a caress as the tips found my clit, pussy opening and my ass hole. I wanted to cry out but your cock blocked my mouth as effectively as any gag, and I was forced to vent my feelings by pulling hard on my straps, and moaning loudly, while not daring to move my lips. The intense feelings made me even more excited; I could feel my pussy throbbing as each stroke landed.

As you continued to whip my arse, I so much wanted to suck your throbbing cock, as it twitched against my tongue the torture was almost unbearable. My pussy began throbbing painfully as the whip caught on my sensitive clit; it had swollen up and become hypersensitive. I could see the tightness in your balls as your excitement at my reaction grew, knew you could smell my sex, feel the pressure of my tongue on your engorged cock.

“Suck it bitch, suck my cock now.“ You at last commanded as your balls tightened. You thrust forward hard against the back of my throat, ramming in again as you heard me sucking at each withdrawal. I felt my own excitement grow as you fucked my mouth, while landing more strokes of the whip against my arse; your eyes closed as you reveled in the feelings as you neared your climax. You jettisoned your spunk into my open mouth, I grabbed hard at your cock with my lips as I sucked pulling it in again and again as you unloaded yourself. Finally sated, you withdrew, and collapsed to the floor breathing hard as the last of the feelings slid though your spent body.

I gasped and groaned, my body twitched unsatisfied, as my pussy ached for cock. I longed for my own climax but knew it would probably be denied as further punishment. I knew that this was just the start. I watched as you slowly rose to your feet, and left the room, without speaking.

“No don’t go,” I pleaded.

“Calm down, I will be back in a minute,” You said reassuringly from the door way.

The silence grew as I lay there, wondering just how long you were likely to be. Eventually you returned carrying something in your hand. Placing it on the table behind so that I couldn’t see, you knelt behind me and once again let your hand slide between my open cheeks. I felt you caressing my swollen engorged clit, I could feel your hot breath against my skin as you lowered your head and spreading my lips wider you gently took the bud in your mouth and sucked, feeling the soft sweet tasting flesh with your tongue. I twitched and groaned as you sucked harder, my juices flowing freely over your face, and you lapped again.

Feeling your tongue do its magic, I groaned louder and almost screamed out when you inserted your fingers once again into my open inviting hole, felt as you pushed up hard into me. Withdrawing your fingers I groaned in disappointment before I felt you probing deeply into my ass hole, pushing past the tight ring, opening me wider with each twist of your fingers. I cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure as you fucked my ass while rubbing my exposed clit with your other hand. I wanted so much to back up onto you, push up against your pounding fingers. Oh Christ, I thought to myself, this is such torture.

You finally stood up leaving my moist inviting openings swollen and wanton, and reached across to the table. Next thing I knew something very cold was being laid against my clit. I would have jumped if the straps hadn’t held me securely in place. You rubbed the ice mercilessly against my clit, enjoying me shivering as you continued to reapply more as one melted against the heat of my skin. Having done that for some minutes you then pushed the remains of the ice up into my pussy, I gasped as I felt the intense cold deep inside, gasped again as you fed more lumps into the wet hot hole.

I twisted violently as each piece was inserted and almost screamed out when you pushed a small piece into my ass, but the pain was nothing to the sweet pleasurable sensation I felt after the shock. Having placed all the ice within my holes, I relaxed too soon as you reached for something and placed it directly onto my clit. I felt the intense heat, almost burning sensation, against the fizz on my clit and threw myself against the straps, threatening to topple the bench as the alka seltzer hit the spot. I was not able to close my legs or rub the area, and the sweet torture continued as you placed more on.

“Oh God, oh sweet mother!” I screamed as wave after wave hit me. I felt my pussy expand and juices flow heavily as the fizz started up again.

“You’re a slut, your cunt is wide enough for six men,” You said almost cruelly to me, as you watched the result from behind your barbed words only served to make me squirm even more as I loved being talked to in that cruel almost brutal way.

“Oh please, please fuck me!” I cried out in desperation, as the feelings from the powder intensified.

While you watched my squirming quivering body, you undid my head straps, which let me look about freely and also took the strain off my back, where it was becoming uncomfortable. You bent down and gently brushed your lips against mine, as I continued to squirm as the effects of the powder continued.

You reached down and gave my nipple a playful tug. Reaching over to the wall you removed some slim soft rope, I gasped as you held each nipple out and twisted the rope tightly round the sensitive swollen bud. You then pulled down on each one making me gasp but not daring to move. You tied the rope off lower down, then released the waist straps. If I were to move now even slightly I would pull on my nipples. The rope tightened around each bud making them swell and you tweaked the ends, causing me to moan loudly at the hyper-sensitivity.

“I think I will leave you for a while, my dear,” You said with glee, getting up and retreating towards the door.

“No. Please … Jim …please …don’t leave me, I need you… I want to be fucked so badly please don’t go.” I pleaded almost in tears, wanting you so much. “Oh please you, don’t leave me like this, please I’ll be good, just fuck me.”

I heard footsteps retreat down the corridor, and tried to bend my head round to see if you had really gone; this only pulled at my nipples and made me shudder with the horny feeling inside. Relaxing as best I could, I squirmed with frustration, which only made the ropes pull at my tits, sending pleasurable pain through me. My pussy ached for cock, the results of the powder all too evident as my juices dripped onto the floor.

“What a wonderful sight you make, my dear.” Your voice rang out as you came back into the room.

I could feel your hand as you gently brushed it over my backside along my back and up to my head, bending slightly you tweaked at one roped down breast, the nipples swollen beyond the rope, but very sensitive to your touch. I groaned loudly as you played with the rope and pinched at the swollen tips. You bent your head and licked at the very swollen bud making me shiver with longing.

“Please Jim, fuck me, Pleaseeeeeeeeeee.” I cried out, the throb in my pussy becoming almost unbearable.

You must have realized that perhaps I couldn’t take much more of your sweet torture, your cock I noticed had already become ramrod straight again at the sight of my body, lying open and so inviting. My pinked up bum and red lower lips, the juices dripping from my hungry pussy. You leant down and again licked at the nectar dripping freely. I almost jumped and cried out as the ropes pulled again.

I screamed out as you entered me, your cock hard and thick, ramming straight in without hesitation. You thrust your thick member deep into my wide open pussy soaked with juice, not stopping until your hips slammed into my bum, in and out you thrust hard, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as you did. I screamed out in ecstasy each time you slammed forward. I felt the tug on my breasts as the rope pulled with your movement. With one hand still holding my hair you slammed your hand down onto my already tender backside as you rode my tied down body plunging in again and again.

I felt the heat begin as I neared my climax, the sweet painful sensation in my pussy as I felt your cock rub against the inside, down through my legs as finally I came screaming loudly as each wave hit, the noise of cumming making you shoot your load for a second time, plunging again faster and deeper as you felt the heat, pounding harder at each peak.

I shivered as the last feelings came and went, my pussy tender from the rough pounding clasped onto your spent dick as you thrust gently in and out the last few times as the sensations waned. You leant against my backside enjoying the feeling of being inside my pussy for a while longer before withdrawing gently.

Having regained your composure you quickly untied my straps and ropes and helped me up to a sitting position. Once there you tenderly massaged my sore nipples as I moaned leaning against your hot chest.

You wrapped your arms about me, gave me a cuddle and lightly kissed my shoulder, letting your lips trail along the collarbone. You lifted my chin to gently kissed my lips, probed with your tongue against my teeth; I opened my mouth as I accepted the sweet tenderness of your embrace as we cuddled in.

“How about some supper darling?” You finally said gently. “Why don’t you go and get cleaned up while I whip something up in the kitchen.” You grinned slyly at your pun, and walked slow to the door.

I got down from the bench and went to the bathroom and cleaned up before finding your discarded shirt and putting it on. As I entered the kitchen I gasped at the look on your face when you saw me. I knew you thought of taking me again there and then, and I felt the familiar answering tug inside.

“Wow Caz.” You exclaimed with a grin, “You look good enough to eat, maybe we won’t bother with supper.”

You knew that I wore nothing underneath the shirt, my legs bare below the tails of your shirt, the buttons open enough that when I walked it gave you a sneaky glimpse of my breasts. I smiled, savoring the thought that the fun would continue after supper and would go on most of the night.

I have just finished putting Master’s dinner on the table as he walks through the door. I get on my knees, head bowed in proper position.

“Go to the Punisher,” He commands.

My mind screams, “No! Anything but that!” But I hear myself say, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” and move quickly knowing He is angry and any hesitation would bring more pain.

The Punisher was a custom built chair with a 9” dildo built into it. I had to impale myself on it and was blindfolded and restrained. The Punisher was also hydraulic and remotely operated. Master could control how fast or slow, high or low it thrust into me.

Once I am restrained, Master asks me, “Do you know why you’re being punished, slave?”

My mind is racing, could He know I went shopping instead of staying in the house as He commanded? NO, I was too cautious. He couldn’t possibly know.

“No, Master,” I say.

“Well now you have time to think about it, don’t you, bitch??”

I hear Him moving around the house then settling down to eat His dinner. I want to cry, I’d wanted tonight to be special for Master and somehow it went terribly wrong. I hear him push away from the table and come towards me. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back.

“Now do you know why you’re being punished?”

“No, Master, I’m sorry, Master,” I say.

“Why do you continue to resist confessing?” He demands.

“Nothing to confess, Master. I do what I am told to keep Master happy, Sir.” He lets me go and walks away in disgust.

I hear Him move toward the bedroom. OH NO, He will surely know I left the house now. It seems like an eternity before He returns.

“Do you still resist the truth, my pet?” He’s calmed down thank heavens.

“No, Master.” My mouth goes dry with anticipation,

“May I have a drink of water, Master?” I hear Him go to the kitchen and bring back a glass of water.

“Why will you not confess, little one? They say confession is good for the soul, and after all, I own you and that is MY soul, is it not?”

“Yes, Master. It is your soul, Master.” I start to confess as the phone rings.

I panic. How did it ring? Who fixed the line? What was going on? I hear Master on the phone saying, “Sorry, she can not come to the phone, she’s a little tied up at the moment.” Master returns to me saying, “You were about to say something?”

I confess to everything, cutting the phone line, leaving the house, going shopping, but could not confess to what I purchased.

“May I ask a question, Master?”

He sighs heavily, “Yes, you may.” My Master is becoming angry again due to my refusal to tell him everything.

“How did you know, Master?” I am still in shock.

“I came home at lunchtime to surprise you, and you weren’t here. I thought maybe you went next door to the neighbors, but when I picked up the phone there was no dial tone. I had the phone line repaired this afternoon. I talked to the neighbor and they saw you cut the line. Why did you cut the line, slave?” Knowing I am beyond all help, I tell the truth.

“I am sorry, Master. I thought you would get a message saying the line was out of order, Master.”

He releases me from The Punisher and tells me to go to my corner. I go as fast as I can knowing I’ve already defied Him too many times today. As I walk past the bed, I see the torn paper, but the box is gone. In the box is a new hand whip, engraved with MASTER on it. All I could think is He knows, and is disappointed in me. He brings me a sandwich and asks if I have anything else to say. “No, Master.”

“Very well, lets begin your punishment,” He says.

I am given 50 swats with His hand, which I count out dutifully. Then He stands me up, gets behind me and breathes in my ear, “Will you defy me again, slave?” His breath in my ear and on my neck gives me goose bumps and it takes everything I have not to fall to my knees. “ Do you think your punishment is done yet, slave?”

Trembling with fear and anticipation I say, “No, Master.”

He pulls me to the bed, where I am bound face down. I hear Him moving around the room wondering what He is searching for. I hear the snap of the whip, and I start trembling with real fear like I’ve never known. This was the one that was always threatened but never used. I hear Him snap it again and again.

“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, bitch?”

I resolve myself to my punishment as I say, “Yes, Master, Thank you, Master.”

He comes closer to the bed and gently touches me with His hands, sliding them ever so slowly up my legs. At the first touch I start to shake, wondering what game He is playing. He gently touches me, and I start to relax. Then He goes back to the box where all the implements are. I hear Him looking for something, unsure of what is coming next. I hear Him come back and He gently rubs my ass, then suddenly “whack.” I cry out more out of surprise than actual pain. I dutifully count off the 25 swats. He releases me from my bonds and tells me to suck His hard cock. I get on my knees and gently take Him in my mouth and start sucking as hard as I can, teasing Him with my tongue and playing with His balls. I take Him out of my mouth and start licking and sucking each of His balls, enjoying His moans of pleasure. I take His hard cock back in my mouth and tease him as much as I can. He roughly pulls me up, spins me around, and slams His hard cock into my pussy. I feel the muscles tighten and try not to cum. He feels me tighten up.

“DO NOT cum, bitch, I have not given you permission.”

I am fighting as hard as I can not to. He is rough with me but He knows I love it this way. Every time I start to get close to cumming, He stops moving and I groan in frustration. I start to wiggle my ass hoping to cum. Master knows this trick and slaps my ass hard.

“Don’t even try it or things will get worse, bitch.”

I finally slow down my breathing and wonder why he hasn’t started moving again. I know better than to turn around. The anticipation is building when suddenly He starts thrusting, long hard strokes. Then He pulls out of my pussy and without mercy slams His hard cock in my ass. I scream with the initial shock and pain. I am given only a few seconds to accept Him before He starts thrusting.

After a couple minutes, He pulls me up by my hair so He can whisper to me, “How do you like this, bitch?” as He reaches around and starts playing with my clit. He’s thrusting harder and faster and teasing my clit when He suddenly inserts 2 fingers and plays with my clit with his thumb.

I start crying out, “ Oh God, Oh my God.”

He says, “God will have mercy with you, but I won’t.” He’s thrusting harder and faster finally telling me the words I want to hear.

“Cum NOW you slut.”

I cum in a rush as I never have before. I feel Him cum in my ass as I am cumming and tightening up my ass muscle milking Him dry.

He helps me on the bed, where He curls up behind me and holds me close. I hear Him say in my ear as I am falling asleep, “Thank you for the birthday present, my pet.” My last coherent thought as I fade off to sleep is Happy Birthday Master.

"Honey, I'm home," Greg said as he hung up his coat and set down his
briefcase.

"I'm upstairs, Greg. So traffic was bad?" Jill asked.

Greg answered while pulling off his tie. "There is a game tonight, so
around the stadium was all backed up."

"Wow, and only 20 minutes late because of it, lucky you," Jill said as
she brushed her hair at the vanity in their bedroom.

"It's not like I could avoid it. We've known for months I had to work
late all this week," Greg argued.

Jill laughed, "It sounds like you want out of your birthday present a
day early?"

"Oh no. Not at all," Greg said kissing his wife lightly on the shoulder,
"I'm just," another kiss, "throwing myself on the," now the other
shoulder, "mercy of the court."

Still laughing, "There's no mercy, silly. Now strip." Jill stood up from
the mirror.

She wore black stockings secured by a garter belt and matching panties;
a bustier completed the outfit.

For years, Greg and Jill had included domination in their sex life.
They both preferred to be submissive so they took turns dominating each
other. Greg had the idea to give Jill a week of being submissive for
her birthday. Jill loved the idea and enjoyed a blissful week. Now
she was returning the gift, and with one night left she hoped to make
it one he would remember.

Greg quickly removed his clothes. He neatly placed his jacket and pants
on the bureau. Wearing only his boxers, Greg admired the graceful
curves of his wife's body and the way her dark brown hair fell down
around her shoulders. Jill rested one hand her hip, tilted her head
and shifted her gaze to her husband's crotch. He had been semi-erect as
he removed his clothes, but the look from her made him grow stiff. He
pulled down his boxers and tossed them in the hamper. Greg breathed
deeply with his hands at his sides, he was not able to look her in the
eye.

A grin crept onto Jill's face, "Now go take a shower." Greg's eyes
dropped into a pleading gaze. Jill continued, "and make it fast."
She punctuated the last statement by tapping her hairbrush against her
palm.

Greg blushed and walked past his wife to the bathroom. One swat from the
brush on his right cheek sped him on his way. As soon as the water was
warm enough not to freeze him, Greg jumped in the shower. He ducked
under the water and washed as fast as he could. As Greg rubbed his
soapy hands over his chest, down his stomach, then leaned back under
the water and closed his eyes. His hands traveled down his body until
his fingers were sliding over his hard cock. Greg imagined Jill
wrapping her fingers around him. He cupped his balls as he stroked
himself; his excitement was building. He arched his back, letting
himself take longer strokes. When he felt the first wave of pleasure
that led to release, he snapped out of his trance. "That would
certainly get me in trouble," he told himself.

Greg quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. Greg went back to
join Jill wrapped in a large fluffy towel.

Jill was sitting on the corner of the bed with her legs crossed and her
hands folded in her lap, "Come here," she said. Greg stepped up and
stood in front of his lover. She added, "Loose the towel."

Greg opened the towel. He didn't think she wanted him to leave it on
the floor, but he had nowhere to put it. He glanced around, finally
deciding to toss it back through the bathroom door. Jill smiled,
satisfied.

"I spent all day thinking about the week you gave me and how great it
was. I tried this week to give you just as much pleasure," Jill said
as she ran her hands along her husband's sides. "I realized that you
did more than just give us pleasure. You made me submit to you in ways
I didn't think I could."

Greg nodded slowly; he was eager to give her more pleasure tonight.

"That's what I want to give you tonight," she continued, "I think you'll
like what I have in mind, but if you want me to stop, I will and I'll
do whatever you want."

"I want to please you. I want to submit to you. Anyway you want, for
as long as you want. I know this is my present, but I am yours
tonight," he answered looking down, as if he had practiced these words
a thousand times.

Jill smiled, "Good, then let's get one thing out of the way first. You
got home late." Jill uncrossed he legs and reached behind her, "I told
you to be home on time, so here's your punishment." She took the
hairbrush out from behind her back. Jill took her husband’s hand and
guided him over her lap. Greg was several inches taller than Jill, but
the bed gave more than enough support for them to be comfortable.

"I'm waiting."

Greg answered quietly, "Please spank me, Jill."

The hairbrush popped off of Greg's right cheek. Almost instantly a red
spot appeared. Greg thrust back against each swat; he liked it hard
from the start, not a slow buildup. As Jill increased the speed, his
rocking motion also let him rub himself against her stocking clad
thighs. Greg was careful not to grind into her too much. If it was
too pleasurable, he thought, she might not punish him anymore. He
smiled at that thought and wondered if she was cruel enough not to
spank him. Jill continued to spank Greg until the only two thoughts in
his head were the sting in his ass, and the pleasure from his cock.
Swat after swat focused him on nothing else.

Jill knew her husband well and when she felt that he was near his climax
she brought down a flurry of blows on each red cheek. She stopped
suddenly before his release and hugged him to her thighs to stop him
from grinding. Greg let out a deep moan, he was so close, but knew
that waiting would only make it sweeter.

"Mmm, good boy," Jill whispered.

"Thank you, mistress."

"Now get up," she said. Greg got up and sat next to his wife. He moved
his hands to his lap; she lightly stroked his thigh. "I see you
enjoyed that, now it's time for me to enjoy something." Jill removed
her panties. She guided her husband to kneel facing the bed as she sat
in front of him. Jill was already wet from the excitement of the
spanking. Greg could smell her, and wanted her. She spread her legs
and pulled his head between her thighs. Greg's tongue made contact
with his wife's sex; she fell back slowly onto the bed. Greg loved to
pleasure his wife. He felt like he could lick her hours, running his
has all over her body while never taking his mouth away. Jill moaned
and pushed her hands through her hair. Greg took his wife's hips. He
pulled her into him, letting his tongue open her, then slid his mouth
up so the tip of his tongue played with her clit. He let his tongue
circle her, over and over. Jill pushed into him, so his hands cupped
her ass. He imagined the next time he would be spanking her, and
seeing her ass as red as his.

Jill rocked up and down against his hungry tongue. Greg moved one hand
and penetrated her his fingers. Her lips dripped from his mouth and
her juices. Greg savored the taste. He only took his tongue away to
lick his lips clean then went back for more. His fingers moved like a
piston; he grew more aggressive with his mouth. Jill was swollen with
excitement, so he was able to get his lips around her and sucked her
clit. He pulled gently on her, as his thrusts grew faster and
stronger. Jill's hands moved up and down her body before they settled
on her breasts. She pinched, squeezed and twisted her nipples. Greg
listened to his wife gasp for air and squeal with delight, until
finally she clamped her thighs against his head. She gripped both
breasts tightly and arched her back completely off the bed. She shook
once then relaxed; shook again, settled down and releasing her grip.

Greg let his wife recover from her orgasm. He knelt back on his heels;
his cock was still stiff. Jill still breathed heavily. Her hands
still clutched her breasts. Greg remained on the floor, and waited for
a command from his mistress. He needed relief and after a minute
began to stroke himself. He rubbed slowly with one hand. Jill sat up;
Greg quickly moved both hands behind his back.

Jill smiled, "You certainly learned a few things this week. That was
great."

"Practice makes perfect," Greg replied.

"On my birthday, you asked me to try something new. It made me nervous,
but I do enjoy it now. I realized it's something that you can try too,
and I hope it makes you feel the same way."

Greg thought. They had tried several new things that week. All were
running though his head now, but no one stood out.

"Look in the drawer," Jill said as she motioned to the nightstand.

Greg opened it slowly. At first, he saw a black leather band that
appeared to be a strap. He slid it out more and noticed the clasps on
both sides. When he fully opened the drawer he saw the smooth black
dildo. That's when he noticed the hole in the crotch piece and
realized what he was looking at. In the drawer was a strap on dildo
and harness.

Greg looked up at his wife, who watched him with a wicked grin on her
face, and said, "You've really enjoyed being on the one side of anal
sex. I think I'd like to try it now."

Greg was speechless. He had never seen this side of his wife before.
Usually he had been the one that suggested new things. Although he had
passing thoughts about what it would be like, he had never even hinted
to Jill that he wanted her to fuck him. Not knowing what to say or do,
Greg fell perfectly into his role, and waited for Jill's instructions.
He knew he would follow any thing she said without question.

"Last chance to back out, but I'll be honest, this is really turning me
on. If you don't want to try it, close the drawer. If you do want to,
then pick them up, put the dildo in the harness, and hand them to me."

Greg looked at his wife's feet. He wanted to do it, but one part of him
still held back. The part that liked to dominate, the part that liked
control, even when being submissive. This step would push him past
that. By doing this he felt he would truly be submitting to Jill. The
thought made his cock harder. Embarrassed Greg was not able to look
Jill in the eye, he took out the strap on and fitted the dildo into
place.

"Now hand it to me," Jill said. Greg placed the harness in her palm.
"Stand up." Greg stood, eyes still on the floor. "Now, bend over,
elbows on the bed. Just like you had me do."

Greg slowly got to his feet. He had not fully accepted in his mind what
was about to happen. He was resolved to just do as he was told, until
the embarrassment was gone.

Jill took out small bottle of KY lubrication out of the drawer. She
stepped into the harness and slid it up her legs; she took her time to
adjust and straightened all the straps until it fit snuggly around her
hips. The base of the plastic cock rested against her still sensitive
clit. She opened the bottle and let a few drops drip onto the smooth
black plastic. Then she began stroking the end of her dildo spreading
the liquid over the tip.

"Now trust me here, just relax," she said as she stepped up behind Greg
and moved her hips slowly towards him.

Greg stayed still, bent over, his legs apart. He remembered the first
time he entered Jill this way. He had read as much as he could find
online to try to make it easy. He thought about all the suggestions,
none of them prepared him for the feeling of vulnerability. He felt
excited and nervous, like he was loosing his virginity. He could not
deny the excitement because his cock twitched in anticipation.

Jill entered her husband. She placed one hand on the small of his back;
the other held the base of her cock Greg moaned as she filled him.
She pushed in, slowly at first and faster as she went deeper. He
inhaled deeply and his breathing became ragged. Jill slowly rocked
back and forth. She built the rhythm until she glided in and out of
her willing partner. Greg felt his wife's thighs touch his cheeks with
every stroke.

"That's it baby. Take it all."

The tip of his cock brushed lightly against the bed and sent waves of
pleasure through him. As the rhythm increased Greg became lost in a
mix of new feelings and sensations. The fullness bordered on
discomfort, but the motion aroused him in ways he'd never felt before.
His moans became quick grunts that Jill recognized as her husband
getting close. She quickly pulled out of him and pushed him forward
onto the bed. Greg didn't expect the sudden change. All it would have
taken was another touch to send him over the edge. He rolled over and
watched Jill pull off the strap on.

"Move back," Jill said as she climbed on top of Greg. He pushed
himself back so he was lying across the bed. She positioned herself
above his cock. "Did you like that," she asked as she slid him into
her. Greg hesitated, it had turned him on a great deal, but he was too
embarrassed to answer. "See how wet it got me? Tell me if you liked
it," she said as she rode him.

"Yes," Greg whispered.

"Good," Jill said as she slowed her pace, "tell me how you want to cum."


Greg looked into Jill's eyes. He was stunned because she had already
given him so much pleasure, then she asked to give him more.

"I know the answer. I want to hear you say it," she told him.

"I...can I...would you let me...cum in your mouth?"

"Mmm, of course," Jill answered. She lifted herself off of him, she
moved down between his legs. She moved him towards her mouth. "Does it
turn you on that I love to taste myself on you?" A deep moan was all
he managed for an answer. Jill couldn't suppress an evil smile, "Well
what's good for the goose..." Jill took her husband in her mouth and
sucked hard. A few strokes with her hand and he was bucking up into
her. Greg could feel himself tense and Jill instinctively moved so she
could take everything from him. She pumped his cock as he closed his
eyes and gritted his teeth. Greg exploded in his wife's mouth, filling
her with his seed. He collapsed after several spasms, and Jill slid
off of his cock, keeping her lips tight so she did not spill a drop.

Jill was not done yet. She crawled up Greg's body, still straddling
him. Her arms moved up to hold his wrists above his head. She had a
slight grin on her face, and leaned forward to kiss him. As their lips
met, Greg opened his mouth. Jill responded by opening hers. She pushed
out her tongue. She filled Greg's mouth with his cum. Greg had
tasted himself before, but never like this and it heightened the
devotion he felt for his wife. At that moment Greg knew what it meant
to be submissive. He swallowed it all, eyes closed, lost in a cloud of
sensations.

"Happy Birthday, honey."

"Thank you, lover. I can't wait until next year."

"I don't think you'll have to," Jill purred, "but I'm next."

The two fell asleep in each other's arms

It’s a beautiful mid-week day, late September. Both Master and I have the day off. You went out for an errand this morning then you surprise me by asking if I would like to go to the beach for a picnic. I get so excited and get everything packed up and we head out for the beach. The Beach is a secluded spot on a lake. We love to go there and just sit by the water. During the week everyone is at work so it’s even more secluded. Master knows the perfect spot. I lay out the blanket and start setting up for lunch. Lunch is ready, but we aren’t. It’s unusually warm for this time of year so we walk along the water, just talking. I’m kicking up water, and frolicking as I go, knowing this weather won’t hold out much longer. Until we turn around to go back and I see all my splashing has gotten Master wet. I look into your eyes wondering what will happen and see nothing. No hint of anger or amusement. Neither of us say a word as we go back to our secluded spot. I ask if you would like lunch now, and you say, “Not quite yet.”

You take me by the hand over toward the rocks that make this area so secluded. I realize too late what you have in mind. Your earlier outing was to come here and mount restraint rings into the rocks. Seeing them there I catch my breath, look at you, and try to back away, knowing I am in trouble for splashing you with the water and other past sins I still have to atone for. You see I am about to retreat, when you grab my arm, and firmly plant me against the rocks holding me there with your body, as you restrain me. I know screaming is useless, no one is around to hear me. I feel the pressure, and hear the tearing of my clothes and I’m unable to do a thing about it. I know I’m in trouble but refuse to show fear, knowing you will feed off that fear to intimidate me further. I stand as still as possible knowing I am shaking inside and out, but trying not to show it. I know you are near me but I refuse to look to see what you’re doing.

Then I hear you whisper in my ear, “So you thought you were being funny, getting me soaking wet? And all the other times you‘ve defied me?”

I jump at the sound of your voice so close and threatening, and at the same time shiver from your breath on my neck. The sound of your voice that close combined with your breath on my neck gets me excited and wet. I jump, knowing my eyes are huge with fright, and nothing I can do to hide it anymore. As you move away, I turn to look and see you pulling out a bag from behind the rocks. You move behind me where I can’t see what you’re doing but can hear you. The not knowing is the worst. The mind starts playing games on you. You start creating scenarios in your head. Wondering what all is going on. Then I hear it. Absolute silence. The kind that is deafening, that screams at you from all directions.

Then I jump as all of a sudden I feel your hand on my ass, gently rubbing. The adrenaline rush lets me know things are just beginning. As does your voice saying, “I hope you’re ready for this because I am.”

“WHACK.” I cry out from both shock and pain with the first of 25 swats with your hand, which I count out dutifully. The first 5 are bad enough, but I am so wet by 25 I am ready to cum. Master knows me so well. You tell me, “Today is for ME, bitch, so don’t even think about cumming.”

“No, Sir,” I say, barely containing myself. I need to cum so badly.

It takes everything in me not to cum. I try to control my breathing and get back in control. Then hear you digging through the bag again. I can’t see what you’re doing and that is more terrifying, knowing what arsenal we have at the house and not knowing what you brought. I don’t hear you come up behind me until I feel you breathing on my neck. I jump but try to hide my fear, but I hear you laugh. Not a good laugh but something that is low, evil and menacing.

“Do you want to tell me what you’ve done wrong to deserve such a punishment, bitch?” I feel you breathing on my neck sending shivers and the tone of your voice bringing me closer to the edge.

“Yes, Sir. I disobeyed a direct order, Sir. I won‘t do it again I promise, Sir,” begging forgiveness, knowing as angry as you are, it won’t be found. My only salvation is knowing how well u control your anger.

I feel you backing away, then WHACK, 5 swats with the paddle. “What did you do to deserve those, slave?” You say in my ear again, knowing your effect on me and how I react to you. Also knowing I can barely talk because I am trying to control myself and not cum.

“For splashing you with the water, Sir. But I didn’t mean to splash, was just enjoying the day and not thinking I was getting you wet, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

I want to beg to cum so bad, but know it would be useless anyway. I am wondering just how much more I can stand before I disobey and cum anyway. That would not be a good thing. Then more punishment would be meted out. I try to wiggle and to get free, knowing it’s useless but have to try or I’ll end up disobeying another order by cumming. I don’t realize the reason you are so quiet behind me is because you are taking off all your clothes. I feel you get right behind me, your hard cock moving up my back. The heat emanates from the rocks in front of me, on my stomach and breasts and the from your body all over my back from my neck to my toes. I start shivering, feeling your breath on my neck and I try to pretend you’re not there but it’s not working. I stop wiggling and try to concentrate on anything but the feel of you behind me. The alphabet, recipes, latest news and gossip, anything but YOU. I hear you chuckle as you know what I am doing. You start rubbing your hands on my arms, and around to my breasts, pinching the nipples, making me respond to you, and you alone, no other thoughts but you. I lean my head back against your chest and feel the rumble of laughter as you know EXACTLY what you’re doing to me and enjoying every minute of it.

“You love being spanked don’t you? You love the way I take control, don’t you? You love to submit to me, don’t you? You also know you try my patience, don’t you?”

You know the answer to all those questions is yes, and laugh as all I can do is groan, feeling weak with wanting you, knowing all the sensations you’ve created and are still creating are driving me to the edge of sanity. You finally release me, knowing I can’t take anymore. You help me over to the blanket, lay me down, and look down at me and see a single tear I could not contain slide down my cheek. I brush it away as I turn away from you, not wanting you to see it. Not wanting to show any weakness. Wanting to make you proud that I took my punishment as I should.

“Why do you make me punish you, pet?” You ask as you gently turn me around to face you.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t mean to, sometimes I just mess up and an apology just isn’t enough. I deserve whatever punishment you think is fair and appropriate, Sir,” I say with eyes lowered.

“You do realize I don’t like having to punish you this way, correct?” You say as you gently touch my cheek.

I say, “Yes, Sir,” as I close my eyes loving the sensations you’re still creating in me. Shivering, not from cold or fear of more punishment, but anticipation.

“Look at me,” You say as I snap my eyes open at the command. “Never try to hide from me, by closing your eyes and trying to escape. It won’t work; you know I won’t let you escape within yourself. Stay here with me, it’s where you really want to be and you know it.”

“Yes, Sir.” I say barely whispering as I feel your hands start roaming on me.

I keep looking in your eyes as I feel you playing with my nipples, squeezing and twisting making them harder and harder, feeling myself getting wetter. I feel you start moving your hand down my stomach to my wet pussy, as you start to tease my clit. I arch my back and groan closing my eyes again living in the sensations and wanting so much more. I feel you move next to me and as I open my eyes I see you leaning down to suck my breast. I gently hold you to me and need to cum, but won’t because you haven’t given me permission. You realize what I’m doing and look me in the eyes.

“SSSSShhhhhhh. No Sir, no, Master. Not when we’re like this, just you and I. No permission needed to cum. Let me take care of you,” You say as you start teasing my body into wanting you more than ever before.

I feel your hand on my face, gently caressing my cheek. I move my face to be more firmly in your hand. I feel your finger touching my lips. I open my lips to sigh and stick my tongue out just enough to tease your finger. I hear you groan as I take your finger in my mouth and start sucking on it, teasing it with my tongue. You take your thumb out of my mouth and it move to my chin and down my neck where you stop at my breasts. I arch my back wanting to feel you touch me. Needing more of you. You start kissing me, gently at first then with more passion, before moving down to my neck and nibbling feeling me shiver as you move farther down to start licking and teasing each breast in turn before moving down to my stomach then to my pussy knowing exactly what you’re doing as you tease first the outer lips then move in to tease my clit gently coaxing it out as you insert 2 fingers in to my wet pussy.

“Oh, God, I’m going to cum baby,” I say as I start thrusting my hips up to meet your mouth.

You stop sucking on my clit and fingering me to move up my body to look me in the eyes as you lean down and kiss me full on the lips. I taste myself on you. I reach out and take your hard cock in my hand and start stroking you. You change positions and look down at me as I stick my tongue out teasing the head of your cock around the slit feeling it twitch in my hand. Teasing it more and more then finally taking you in my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue. I reach down playing with your balls with one hand, playing with them while I suck and tease your cock. I take your cock out of my mouth and start gently stroking it as I start licking and sucking on your balls one at a time, teasing them with my tongue. I go back up to your cock. I look at your face to see your eyes glazed over with passion. I grin then take your cock in my mouth, sucking, teasing and wanting more.

You back away from me only allowing me to tease you a little bit, before you start teasing my clit with your hard cock. I shiver in anticipation and groan. I arch my back as you start to enter me. I bring my hips up to meet your inward thrust as you grab my hips to slow me down knowing I want it all right now. You start entering slowly at first but as my pelvic muscles start clamping down on you, you thrust all the way in. You fuck me slow and deliberate knowing how badly I need to cum, not allowing me to thrust back holding me down. I groan in frustration, and then you speed up just enough to keep me on the edge of sanity not allowing me to cum as yet. Finally you speed up enough to send me over the edge. I cum in a rush I have never felt before as you continue to keep fucking me making me cum over and over. You move back away from me, and tell me to get on all fours and I comply.

Without hesitation you thrust completely in me, and fuck me harder and faster. Then you stop and slowly leave my body. I turn to see what you are doing and just then you start entering my ass. Slowly at first then with gathering momentum. I start cumming again then feel your cock get larger and start pulsating as you cum in my ass. One last thrust as I squeeze my ass to milk you completely. As you slowly exit my ass, you give me a gentle spank before lying next to me on the blanket. You look me in the eyes and remind me other Masters are not as generous, kind and loving as you are and that things could have been worse for me.

“I’m hungry,” you say and growl slightly which makes me laugh. I bring a piece of fruit to your mouth, and you take it and suck the juice off my fingers. I shiver, knowing we may never fully get to the food portion of this picnic. You lean down and feed me some of the fruit and start kissing me. I groan from hunger, but not of the food variety. I feel my passion moving higher as do you as well. I can feel the rumbling in your chest as you start to laugh and move away from me. Leaving me feeling bereft.

“No hurry, my pet we have all day,” you say as you grab a sandwich and hear me growl in frustration.

As bets went it was stupid. But that was part of its appeal. In a sense, it was a heads I win, tails you lose situation. If Mexico won in the match, I won. If Iran won, Maeve won, but her prize was an evening as my Domme. Not being a very amenable switch, this was a challenge, but intimacy with Maeve was sure to be a sweet situation.

Her thick red hair and fair complexion were matched with her fiery spirit and her rapacious appetite. We had never been lovers but had often flirted and I was sure that the realization would be worth the risk.

We watched the game with some friends who were totally unaware of our bet. When Iran won, three to one, I nodded to her and toasted the Mexican team.

Three hours later, the knock on my apartment door was right on time. Maeve wore a white London Fog raincoat and high laced white boots. I offered to take her coat. With eyes downcast, appropriately, she took the coat off. Beneath it she wore nothing. I smiled, knowing that she had taken the subway. She would have enjoyed the titillation of knowing that no one knew how near to naked she was. I was willing to bet she was already moist.

Leaving her by the door, I went into my room. I felt her follow. I removed my clothes and put them away. I wouldn't need them anymore tonight. I gestured to the bed. Maeve was slender without being truly skinny. She had a thick red pubic bush that looked too neat not to be trimmed. Her legs were well-shaped and well toned. Her breasts were nicely shaped and sized, not too big, but more than a mouthful. She had the pinkest areolas that I had ever seen. Her nipples stood out sharply. She climbed up on the bed; I enjoyed the display of her ass. I snapped my fingers and she stopped on all fours, looking back at me, awaiting further instruction. I ran my hands over her hips and caressed her lovely derriere, appreciating the shape and tone. No cellulite. My fingers trailed between her lovely thighs and caressed her moist lips. I was right. She was well into it. I stepped back, and gestured for her to lie down on her back.

I showed her the leather gauntlet. I had made it myself. Like a macrame leather glove that tied above the elbow and criss-crossed to the wrists then wove into a net over the hands and into a leash that could be tied to the bed post, or over a door, or on a hook. She slid her hand into the first and wriggled her fingers into the mesh. I secured the end and tied her to the bed. As I pulled on the mate, she was pulling gently at the first. She realized that as she pulled, it tightened and squeezed around her arm and hand. The harder she pulled the more securely she was bound. I saw her chest moving a little faster as she sought more air. I tied the second gauntlet and let her enjoy the feeling.

Wrapping a thin band of suede around her ankles I affixed the shackles that I had bought, then tied them to the feet of the bed, being sure to pull her lovely legs as far apart as I could.

I enjoyed seeing her displayed like that, and sat looking at her for a time. The moisture beaded on her fiery bush. I showed her the leather mask I had made. A hood with an opening for the nose and a stap that connected to the back, the mouth was reversible. One way, it was just closed. The other... the way I now placed it over her lovely face, a small hand carved penis rested on her tongue and kept her from speaking. It was large enough to occupy her, but not large enough to interfere with her breathing. The eye opening could be open or closed. I left it closed. For now.

I sat back and looked. She was lovely. Already the leather gauntlet thongs were leaving a trace of their caress in her skin. Her nipples stood well at attention and the moisture of her quim was almost dripping. I had deliberately not let her see my toys before masking. I sat a while enjoying the view and letting her wonder what would come next.

I opened the special drawer in my bedside table. I had the evening planned, but was willing to be flexible. I took out my crop.

Starting at her delicate throat, I let the tip of the rod trace lightly along the rise of her breasts and around her nipples. Pressing the crop against the farther nipple I watched as she writhed slightly from the forceful caress. The rod came down her side along the ribs, almost tickling in its lightness, but having made its point. Maeve's awareness centered on the point of the rod as it moved along her hip and down her thighs, then up the inside of her thighs and probed the puffy lips of her lovely pussy.

The sudden strike across her thighs made her jump, but she made no sound. I appreciated that. I gave a few more strokes, and then put the rod away quietly. The red streaks stood out so bright and sweet against the pale soft skin of her thighs. I savored the display for a time and let her wonder.

The flogger was another of my hand made toys. I enjoy working with leather, and experimenting with various thicknesses and shapes of the flogger strands had led me to the one I held now. The thin strands were almost a caress as they gently flowed over her stinging thighs. Softly then moved up her flat tummy and across her lovely breasts. Maeve was almost trembling with anticipation. I moved the flogger down along her lovely legs and then struck sharply across the soles of her feet. Slowly, methodically, I worked my way up both of her lovely legs, thrashing with enough force to redden the skin, but not enough to break it. By the time I reached her breasts she was glowing red and writhing in earnest. I gave her breasts the attention they so richly deserved. I stopped the flogger at her elbows, not wanting to disturb the pattern of the gauntlets.

Maeve's body was red and still striped and seemed almost aflame with her desire. I leant down and tongued her nipples and as they stood proud and strong I affixed the silver spiders that made her stiffen with sudden assault. Caressing her wetness and stroking her lips I tasted the sweet tang of her nectar. Climbing between her legs, I pressed my body to hers, aligning my limbs with hers, feeling the heat from her session and knowing that the feel of my skin on hers must be sweet agony, as I set myself and entered her.

Moving within her, I tongued her nipples in their cages and drove into her with deep thrusts. Soon, she was trembling on the edge and I whispered in her ear,

"Cum. Cum now, my pet. Let me feel your passion."

Driving into her I felt her stiffen and surrender to the moment. Our climaxes seemed to go on for long and time tearing minutes. Eventually I lay spent upon her, and savored the sweaty, hot feel of our bodies, slowly becoming two where there was only one.

I unhooked the leg restraints and let her move her lovely legs about, knowing that the sting of the circulation returning would be a separate thrill. I removed the mask next, and as I withdrew the penis I claimed her lips with my own and let my tongue penetrate that warm opening. I released the gauntlets from the bed, but left them tied to her arms. I loosened the ties at the elbow but allowed her to slowly work the thongs loose. The pattern now pressed into her flesh would fade in time, but the memory would remain.

Taking Maeve in my arms, I pulled her against me, the spiders on her breasts cold against my skin. Laying her head on my chest she kissed my nipples and trailed the thongs of the gauntlets along my thighs. Somehow, I did not think we would need any more wagers.

I met Ryan in my second year at State University. His friend dated my roommate’s sister, or some tenuous relationship like that. We ended up at a lot of the same parties. Looking back, I think I caught his eye because I was so shy, because I didn’t flock to him like all of the other girls. He always had a flock around him. He was a charismatic theatre major who wanted to be a sportscaster. Ryan also played football. And in that town, college football players were treated like gods. They could do anything they wanted.
That’s when I started screaming, and he started laughing. In a gruff voice, he said, “No one can hear you little missy. We’re way out from town. Now, I’m gonna fuck you!”

I closed my eyes, thinking it would be over fast. But, the robber thought that no one would disturb us, so he took his time. He trailed his fingers over me, from the thin skin on the inside of my wrists, just where the handcuffs clamped on to me, to the base of my neck. He paused for a moment at the dip of my collarbone, letting his fingers draw small circles over it.

I remember opening my eyes then, and looking up into his masked face. His eyes were downcast, watching my chest rise and fall with my panicked breathing. Climbing onto the bed, he straddled me and put his mouth over one of my breasts so that every time I inhaled, my nipple went into his mouth. This went on for some time, with him moving back and forth. When my breathing slowed, he backed up and blew on them. My tits were wet from his tongue so the air moving over them gave them a chill and they pulled up so hard it ached.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m getting you ready for me. I’m a robber, not a rapist.”

“Oh shit.” I moaned.

He moved lower, planting a deep kiss on by belly button that sent tingles down to my pussy. Now, most lovers ignore everything between the tits and twat. But the robber took his time. While his hands ran up and down my sides, his mouth kissed my torso over and over. When I was sweaty with a mix of desire and fear, he moved down lower. The robber put his nose at the top of my bare pussy and took a deep breath.

“You just shaved!”

“Ah, yea.” I answered.

“Oh my God! What a lucky fuck!”

The robber started licking again, two broad strokes on each side of my pussy. Now, I thought that women didn’t get much out of being shaved. I thought it was something to do for the man in your life. But when I felt that warm, wet tongue contact my bare skin, I learned that women gain a lot.

He went for my clit. I was so spread open and aroused, that he didn’t have to pull my outer or inner lips apart to get at it. I felt his breath on it, then his mouth, sucking. I started screaming again, not in fear this time.

He said, “Go on! Let it out. Be loud. I’m the only one hearin you missy!”

Then he put his head back between my legs. Straining against the handcuffs, I pulled my head up to look down. But I only saw the top of his mask with masses of dark hair at the bottom of it. My screams filled the room. He laughed and started to work back up by body. He pressed his dick against my breast, pushing my rock-hard nipple back into my soft flesh. He used it to trace a path up my neck to my mouth.

After pausing to kneel over me just so, he pointed his cock into my mouth. Believe it or not, I was thankful to return the pleasure he had given me. I did what I could with my tongue and lips, lifting my head as far as it could go. This made me pull against the handcuffs. They cut into my wrists despite the soft linings.

I remember him moaning, “Oh, suck it missy! Harder! Pull it into the back of your throat . . .”

I did everything he said, pulling it down to the back of my mouth, then, a little farther.

“Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” He groaned.

In one quick motion, he pulled out of my mouth and then plunged into my open pussy. More than anything, I wanted to buck back against him, to add my own motion. But no, spread and shackled I could only let him fuck me at will. But what a good fuck it was anyway! He started slow, grinding against my clit as he went, pulling my nipples with his teeth. I stopped pulling against the restraints, and relaxed into them, letting him sink a little deeper into me. The fucking got faster. He pulled up, holding himself over my on his forearms. I could hear him breathing heavy under the mask.

I knew he was building to an orgasm, but I didn’t want it to stop! With my arms and legs bound, all I could do was hold him tighter with my pussy. I squeezed it tight around his cock.

That’s when he let out another. “Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Then he fell right on top of me. His body formed another type of bondage, holding my panting chest in place until he calmed down himself. I was dizzy, my head spinning as I felt his cum drip down my ass.

Maybe I passed out a little, I don’t know, but when I opened my eyes again he was straddling me and looking down. He slowly reached up and slid his mask off of his head. Amazingly, the long dark hair slid off too! The robber was really a blonde, with ice blue eyes. I could see his tattoo clearly then, it said:

Did I scare you?