"Take her knickers and bra off Sarah." I order.

You smile as Sarah stands close in front of you and reaches behind to unclip your bra, she seems to have worked out how to tease women as well as men, and knows you'll enjoy the close proximity of her sexy body. Her fingers slide over your smooth skin as she lowers the straps from your shoulders. Then she kneels in front of you and slowly pulls your knickers down, exposing your pussy.

She stares for a moment then remembers herself and stands up again, head bowed, waiting. You take her in your arms and pull her close to you as you kiss her, your breasts pressing against hers through the thin material of her dress. Her fingers stroke up and down your bare back as the two of you tongue fight. Your hands find the hem of her dress and lift it slightly so that you can rub your fingers over her very red bum, playing with the tiny back of her g-string, pulling it so that it rubs against her pussy, pulling the coarse material against her clit and sending waves of pleasure through her. You feel her shaking in your arms as she kisses with more and more passion, you know that if you keep this up for much longer she wont be able to stand, let alone do what you want her to do!

I'm watching with pleasure and just wondering how long you'll last before that tiny dress of hers ends up on the floor with yours. Considering her superb lithe young body, my money is on not long, mainly because if you don't take it off soon, I will!

But for now she's yours to play with and you're going to make sure that you enjoy it! You break the kiss and find her leash again, when the dress comes off, that dog collar is staying on, its proving to be rather useful tonight, and it looks so sexy!

You move on to the bed, pulling her behind you on the leash. You lie down on your back, legs over the side so your pussy is on the edge, making sure that her leash runs under your body, making it very obvious to our little slave what she's going to have to do whether she likes it or not.

"Kneel please." You tell her and she quickly does as she is told. Now you have her just where you want her as you start to pull on her leash.

I'm perched back on the dresser again, cock in hand, rubbing it slowly and steadily as I watch you pull her head closer and closer to your crotch by tugging on the leash. Not that she is objecting much anyway now! When her mouth is a matter of inches from your wet pussy and you can feel her warm breath on your open lips you stop pulling the leash.

"Now Sarah, remember what I told you." I say, "Pretend its me licking your pussy, think of what I do that makes you feel good, that's what I want you to do to Sharon."

She looks a bit nervous and she swallows before she begins to gently kiss her way around your pussy, your inner things and your pubes, as much as the freedom of the leash will allow. Unfortunately for you one of the things I do to her is tease her a little first!

Then you feel her lips touch your pussy, pressing hard against your wetness. You gasp then the sensation is gone. I watch as she pulls back slightly to lick her lips, getting the taste of your juices. It obviously meets with her approval; she slides her tongue out and begins to run it up and down your slit, from your hole to your clit, not concentrating on anywhere in particular yet. You moan and this seems to encourage her. Just like I do to her, she brings a finger up and starts to tease your hole, pressing it against the opening but not moving inside yet.

I'm in heaven now, watching my little Sarah perform oral on another woman, the fact that she appears to be enjoying it is mildly surprising as well. But maybe it shouldn't be considering her desire to please.... This is what I dreamt of when I offered Sarah to you as a slave and prayed that you would accept.

She pauses for a moment and looks up at you. The sight of her innocent face, wide eyes and mouth covered in your pussy juices makes you shudder with pleasure, as does her finger as she finally stops teasing you and slides it into your soaking pussy until her knuckle is pressed against your clit. Your eyes lock with hers as she begins to slide her finger in and out, adding another one to it, watching the look on your face and figuring out where all your most sensitive spots are. Then she lowers her head and you groan loudly as you feel her pointed little tongue find your clit.

"Craig, she can't be allowed to get away with teasing me like this, we need to tease her." You manage to say in between gasps...

I get up off the dresser and move to beside you on the bed. I feel Sarah's eyes watching me as she licks you, as I whisper something in your ear and you nod and then tell me they're in the top drawer. Her eyes follow me until I move out of her field of vision, if she wanted to see what I was fetching she'd have to stop licking you to turn around, and she knows that would be a bad idea. Besides, she'll find out very soon anyway!

She feels my hands on her hips and guesses correctly that I want her on her knees with her bum in the air, so without missing a lick she does so. As she kneels on the floor I move behind her and lift her dress slightly revealing the rest of her behind, it wasn't covering much anyway in that position believe me! One of these days I think I'll take her to a party in that dress and see how many men she can "accidentally" give an eyeful to.

I slide the crotch of the g-string aside, exposing her soaking hot pussy again and before she knows what's happening the tip of my cock is pressing against her opening and then I'm inside her. She gasps and arches her back as I penetrate her as far as my cock can go. She feels so full. I reach up and grab her shoulders, sliding my hands under the material of her dress, feeing her smooth skin, pulling her into me even harder as I lean down so I can mumour in her ear.

"If you stop licking her again without permission I'll give you such a spanking that you wont be able to sit down for a month."

Her tongue quickly returns to licking its way around the wet folds of your pussy until she locates your clit again.

I was only going to slide into her once, we had a plan. But she's so hot. So tight. So wet. I can't resist it. I pull out most of the way and then slide back into her. I'd almost forgotten how good it feels to fuck her tight pussy. I give her a couple more strokes of my cock to get her really moaning before I return to what we'd agreed.

I find the dildo I'd got from your top drawer and as she groans into your pussy as she feels me pull out of her, I slide it inside her where my cock has just been. She gasps, its just as long and even wider. I suppose I could have warmed it up a bit first as well! I can almost hear her begging that it isn't a vibrator. I know what those things do to her and I know she wouldn't be able to keep licking with one of them buzzing inside her! I pull the crotch of her g-string back in place and pull her dress back down.

I feel her eyes watching me as I move back on to the bed, lying down beside you. But now my head is level with your crotch and Sarah's head, and my cock is next to your mouth. Sarah can't help but watch as you take my cock in your hand and start to lick your way around the tip of my shaft, licking it clean of Sarah's hot juices.

"She tastes nice doesn't she." You comment, tasting the mixture of her juice and my pre-cum. I nod, its a taste I know quite well after all!. "I'm going to enjoy licking you later, Sarah." You tell her.

The smile on her face is obvious even though we can't see her mouth. As is the look of sheer envy as you take the head of my cock into your mouth and start to suck on it as she works on your clit.

I reach between your legs and use my fingers to hold your pussy open even further, making it even easier for Sarah to suck on your clitoris. Your tongue slows its swirling actions down a bit, you know how much I like blowjobs and how they make me cum!

Pretty soon she has you on the brink of orgasm and you tell her this, her tongue goes into overdrive as she pushes you over. Your lips are still wrapped tight around my shaft but you stop sucking to moan out loud as she makes you cum on her tongue, fingers moving even quicker in and out of your pussy as you arch your back. Sarah's mouth has a firm grip on your clit, lashing it with her tongue, so I move my hand up to tweak your nipples, small shockwaves of pleasure tracing through you in the aftermath of the orgasm.

"That was brilliant Sarah." You gasp once you're able to talk again. "I think she deserves a little treat for that, don't you?" You ask me.

I nod and slowly ease her leash from under you as you give the tip of my cock one last passionate kiss before I move.

"Stand up Sarah." I tell her.

She does so, eyes still watching you on the bed as your breathing slowly returns to something like normal. She has a proud look on her face; quite rightly, she did well for her first pussy eating session I think! She has something else on her face as well, your hot juices! I stand up and join her beside the bed and as she watches you recover I start to lick her skin clean, little licks all over her mouth and chin. As you watch us my licks turn to kisses and I move behind her, kissing my way up and down her neck. Her eyes close as my hands find her hips, pulling her against me so that she can feel my hard cock pressing against her shapely bum through the thin material of the dress When I start to make rocking movements with my hips she becomes putty in my hands. Sweet and innocent and willing to be moulded however we want...

Nancy picked up her phone, even though the name was caller ID blocked, she answered it anyway. The voice on the other end sent a chill down her spine it was her new Master, "Hello slut are you having a nice day?"

Nancy found her voice and answered, "Yes Master."

Nancy waited patiently for him to speak again, "You will meet me at the hometown mall in front of National Brands Saturday at 1:00 PM. You will be punished if you are late. Do you understand?"

Nancy tried to think of what to do, because Saturday to supposed to take the kids to the zoo. "Master I know I have to do what you say, but I had something planned for Saturday, and it will be hard to get out of it."

The pause at the other end of the line had Nancy fidgeting, "Listen slut I don't care what you had planned, because I own you, and you will be there on time. Do I make myself clear?"

Nancy said, "Yes Master I will be there on time."

Nancy hung up the phone, and began planning how to get out of going to the zoo. She called her husband and told him that she had to attend a meeting Saturday, and asked If he could take the kids is zoo for her. He said he could, so she had taken care of the zoo. Later that afternoon she received an e-mail from her Master, Saturday when you meet me at the mall you will have on your garter belt nylons and heels only. You will wear an overcoat covering your nakedness underneath.

Nancy would never have thought of going out naked with only an overcoat over her, but now she had to, and she found it to be terribly erotic.

Nancy arrived at the mall 20 minutes before she was supposed to be there, and sat in her car wishing she didn't have to go in. Finally she got out of the car taking care to make sure her coat didn't gap open as she walked.

Nancy had been to this mall many times before, but there was something scary about walking into the mall with nothing on but an overcoat. Nancy arrived at the store five minutes before she was supposed to and saw that her Master was already there waiting for her.

Nancy approached, and said "Master I am a few minutes early I hope that this is okay with you." She said this with her eyes downcast at the ground.

She waited not daring to lookup, until he spoke "That is okay my little one it will be noted that you did something to please me. I reward good behavior just as I do mistakes, so this gives one mistake without being punished. Come with me." with that he set off walking down the mall, and Nancy had to hurry to keep up with him.

The man continued down the mall past different stores without stopping. Finally as he approached the game arcade there was a group of teenagers standing outside flirting girls. The man approached them and began speaking to them. Nancy couldn't hear what he was saying, but she was sure it included her in some way. At last they came to some kind of agreement, and the man followed the boys into a service hallway with Nancy coming along behind.

When she entered the hallway the man said, "These young men would like to sample your oral pleasures, so I have agreed to let you give them each blow job.

Get on your knees and get started."

Nancy had tears running down her cheeks, but she got to her knees as the first teenager a Hispanic boy about 18 stepped in front of her and opened his pants pulling them down to his knees. As she took him in her mouth and began sucking his cock he reached down and pulled her overcoat open to play with her breasts. Nancy thought about trying closer coat back up but decided against it because it would probably make her Master angry with her. The young man didn't last long as she felt his cock expand and began shooting his hot cum down her throat. The next kid stepped up and dropped his pants, and without waiting shoved his cock in her mouth. He was a white kid about 19, and he had a averaged size cock for a kid. He didn't last much longer than the first and then he was unloading in her throat and he stepped away. The last kid was black and he looked to be about 22 the oldest of the bunch. When he dropped his pants Nancy couldn't believe her eyes, because his cock had to be 10 inches long and as big as a wrist. She doubted her ability even get in her mouth, but he took care of that grabbing her head he shoved the head of his cock in her mouth, and soon was battering her tonsils with it. He tried as hard as he could to force it into her throat, but it would not go, and finally he came as much as both of the other boys combined with some dribbling out of the corners of her mouth. The boys and the man all shook hands as the boys left.

Her Master gave her a couple of minutes to compose herself before speaking, "Come on slut we have places to do things to do." And left through the door with her following him.

Nancy followed the man out of the mall to his car, and when he got in the drivers side she got in on the passenger side. Her Master didn't say anything to her as they drove, and she had no idea where they were going. Finally he pulled in behind an adult bookstore and parked his car, getting out of the car he motioning for her to follow. Nancy had never been in an adult bookstore before in her life, and she really felt out of place being the only woman in there.

The man stopped at the counter and purchased a handful tokens, and then led her to the back of the store where there was private viewing booths. He put her in a booth and put a token in the coin slot. The small viewing screen in front of her flickered to life and there was a woman on her hands and knees with the man behind her screwing her. Nancy was disgusted, but at the same time she did feel her cunt begin to get juicy.

She was watching the show, when from a hole in the wall she had not noticed a cock came through. Nancy didn't know what to do she had never been in this position before, but when her Master stuck his head in and motioned for her to suck the cock she began as directed. The only thing better about sucking the cocks through the hole was that they couldn't grab her head and force her. Nancy had no idea how many cocks she sucked that afternoon or how many loads of cum she swallowed, because she lost count after eight.

Finally the movie on her screen stopped, and her Master motioned for her to come with him. Nancy thought they were going out to his car, but he led her into a small room at the back of the bookstore. It must have been the office for the store because it had a small desk chair and filing cabinet.

Her Master broke the silence, "Take your coat off and hang it up then bend over the desk and spread your legs."

Nancy hurried to do as her Master had told her, hanging her coat over the back of the chair and then bending over the desk. Her Master stepped up behind her fisting his cock up-and-down her wet slit. Her juice was practically running down her legs from all of the nasty cocks she had been sucking. She felt his cock enter her, and it felt so good she needed a cock in her cunt. Nancy felt him begin sliding his finger and out of her asshole he had some kind of lubricant on his finger, then he added another finger to the first one. Then she felt him pull out of her steaming cunt, and place the head of his cock at the entrance to her nether hole. Nancy was getting scared, because the only time she had tried anal sex it had hurt so bad she thought she was going to die.

Nancy tried to tighten her muscle to keep him out of her ass, but the lubricant he had smeared on it made that impossible, and when he brought his hand down hard on her ass cheek in a resounding slap she loosened up her muscle and he drove his cock all the way home. Her Master gave her time to become accustomed to having his cock in there before he began stroking in and out. At first she felt like she was being split in two, but with his slow and steady strokes it changed to a dull uncomfortable feeling. Then suddenly something came over her and she found herself driving her ass back to meet his strokes, and trying to get more of him inside of her. When she felt his hot cum flowing into her bowels she had the most tremendous orgasm she had ever had in her lifetime. The next thing Nancy knew he had come around the other side of the desk for her to clean his cock with their mouth, and she gratefully did it.

When his cock was clean he put it back in his pants before speaking, "You have been good today slut. Next weekend I am having a party you will be serving at the party and I want you wearing just what you have on now. The party will be from 7 till midnight so plan on staying all-night. That will give you time to think of what you're going to tell your husband you will be doing."

Nancy kept her eyes down when she answered, "Yes Master I will think of something to tell him."

Her Master gave her ride back to the mall and right up to her car. Nancy had a smile on her face as she drove home. Never in her life had she felt so fulfilled as she did that moment. Everyone finds a niche in life and she had found hers as a slave.

To be continued...

Nancy turned her computer on like she did every morning, but this morning was not like every other morning. The little tab lit up saying that you have new mail, but this too was normal. She scanned down the list of e-mails until one subject line caught her eye, it said "little Debbie is a Twinkie". Debbie was the name she called herself when she was away on a business trip. She met a rather handsome man on her last one in the bar of the hotel where she was staying, and when he asked her name she had told him that it was Debbie Marshall. After a few more drinks and she was used to they had ended up in his room for the night. In the morning while he was sleeping she had gathered her clothes and slipped out of the room going back to her own room. She tried to remember his name but it eluded her she had thrown his card in the trash at the airport on the way home. The sex had been good but a woman in the world of corporate America had plenty of sex. Men made their deals on the golf course, and women were expected to make theirs on their back.

She clicked on the e-mail, and nervously read what it said "Debbie or should I call you Nancy, well from now on a will call you slut, and you'll call me Master. It took me awhile track you down, but you see I did find you. I thought you might like to see some pictures that I have lying around on my desk simply click on the attachments and I await your reply slut. It was simply signed your Master." Nancy clicked on the tab marked attachments and seven pictures appeared on her screen. There was one of her kneeling on the bed between his legs with his cock buried in her mouth, and her long blond hair flowing down. The next one showed her licking his balls and sucking on the sack. Another picture had a clear view of her on top of him riding his cock, as he grabbed her perfect 38 C tits in his hands. The most damning thing was at her face was clearly visible in almost every picture. There must have been a hidden camera on the nightstand next to the bed taking the pictures while they made love.

If anybody ever saw these pictures she would ruined, her husband would divorce her taking the children and probably getting alimony from her, because she made more than he did. And then there was a problem with her company's morals clause if they found out about her activities or saw the pictures she would be fired without a severance package. She had too much to lose so the first thing crossed her face was anger, but soon anger tended to despair.

She clicked the switch turning the computer off and sat there at her desk trying to think of what to do, but she couldn't think of any way out of her situation. She turned the computer back on and went back to the e-mail again. Nancy clicked on the reply button in the body of the e-mail and she typed, "How much to you want for all the pictures?" then hit the send button and waited the reply.

The bastard must've been waiting for her reply because the answer came five minutes later the e-mail said "Now from now on you will address me as Master. I will call you slut and you will sign all your e-mails to me slut. I don't want your money, but you will from now on be my personal slave slut. As long as you obey me and do everything I tell you without question or backtalk your pictures will be safe. We will begin your training tonight I will send you an address be there at 7 PM not one minute early not one minute late." the e-mail ended with an address of an apartment in the more seedy area of town. Nancy wrote the address down and then turned the computer off sitting there thinking of what to do, but she knew that she had no choice.

Nancy had always taken good care of herself an couple of hours per week at the gym kept her 38-year-old body in great shape. Her 38 C. Breasts were complemented by her 36 inch white hips. How could she have been so stupid has to have an affair with someone she didn't even know.

A knock the door brought her back to the present. It was Dave Thomas and he wanted to discuss some cost overruns on one of the projects they were working on. The rest of the day passed without interruption and before she knew it was 3 o'clock and time to go home.

Nancy needed time to think as she drove home, and had supper on the table when her husband arrived home from work. By 6 the dinner dishes were finished put away in the kids were studying in their room. Nancy called the house phone from her cell phone and then answered the phone herself. When she hung up the phone she told her husband that she had to go into the office to finish some paperwork that had been overlooked that day. Twenty minutes later she was in her car heading for the stranger's apartment, and into the unknown. She arrived at the address 10 minutes till seven, and sat in her car wondering if she had the nerve to go to the door. In the boardroom she was at ease and she handled big meetings with ease, but now she was in uncharted territory.

Nancy parked her BMW under the only light in the parking lot, and wasn't really sure of her footing as she set the alarm. As she entered the building there was a black man standing just inside the door and he stepped back as she entered giving her the once over. Nancy regretted still having her high heels on as she ascended the stairs to the second floor. She found the right room number and knocked on the door. Her watch told her that she was two minutes late that it was 7:02 PM. As Nancy stood the hallway waiting she could smell different things someone was cooking supper, there was also a distinct smell of old urine and the smell of stale cigarette smoke lingered.

Someone on the inside unlatched the door letting it open only an inch then the voice said "Come on in slut and close a door behind you."

Nancy entered the apartment finding it only somewhat cleaner inside than out, and closed the door behind her. Nancy was about the turnaround in face a man who had ordered her here to this place when the he spoke again, "You are 3 minutes late. You will be punished from now on you will do everything I say when I say it. Do you understand?"

Nancy nodded her head that she understood, without warning a large beefy hand slapped her on the side of her head, and for a minute she thought she was going to pass out, but staggered against the wall and stayed conscious. No one had ever hit her before not even her parents when she was growing up had hit her so this is a new experience. Nancy again started to turn around to face the man who had hit her, but the edge in his voice stopped her, "You don't turn around unless I tell you to do you understand that slut?"

Nancy stopped turning around and answered him, "Yes master please don't hit me any more."

Nancy knew he was right behind her, he didn't say anything but she knew he was there. When he did speak his voice had ice in it, "Strip everything off right where you are standing just drop your clothes on the floor you have 30 seconds to be naked."

Nancy started enduring the buttons of her blouse and when she reached the last button she dropped the blouse to the floor. Her skirt followed the blouse to the floor, and she stepped out of it. Nancy reached down to take her shoes off, but the man stopped her "Leave your shoes and nylon's on they look good on you." Nancy's bra was the next item she lost, and lastly her bikini panties. She was left standing there in just her nylons, heels, and fancy garter belt.

Nancy waited for the man to give her the next command, she could feel his eyes on her back as she stood there. She couldn't help but feel somewhat ashamed standing there naked in front a man that she has slept with only once. She wasn't ready when all of a sudden her ass exploded in pain from the folded over leather belt he had in his hand. Nancy tried to put her hands back to protect her precious buns, but a growl from the man convinced her of the folly of doing so. The next explosion was on her thighs just below the cheeks of her ass, and that was followed by an explosion of pain across her lower back. The man yielded the belt with the skill that said he had yielded it many times before, and he managed to almost never hit the same place twice. As more and more blows fell they began to crossover each other and that added to the pain. Nancy's tears ran down her cheeks and she was afraid she was going to collapse, but still she did not move as the man continued to whip her.

Finally the blows stopped, and the man stepped back from her allowing her to lean against the wall and sob. When he spoke his voice had the same steel like tone to it, "Close your eyes slut, turnaround and get on your knees. Clasp you were hands behind your neck with your knees spread wide part. This is present position you will assume it whenever you are in my presence. Then don't move or open your eyes until I tell you when you speak to me you'll address me as Master. Do you understand slut?"

Nancy wasn't sure she could find her voice when she answered, "Yes Master."

Nancy could feel his eyes on her and she knelt there some of her blond hair had fallen over the front of her face, but she dared not use a hand to brush it back.

Finally after what seemed like ours but was only minutes Nancy felt his hand on her right breast. At first he just held the breast in his hand letting his fingers feel the firmness of the skin, and then he let his fingers trail down to the nipple. His thumb and forefinger squeezed the gentle bud and twisted it until it brought an involuntary gasp from her lips. His other hand did this same to the other breast causing her to once again gasp. With her hands behind her head her breasts were an easy targets for his hands. Nancy had no idea what was coming next and all of a sudden one of his hands struck the side of her right breast, and even before the breast had stopped moving his other hand hit the other side of her other breast. Suddenly Nancy knew a new meaning to the word pain, because suddenly both of her breasts were ablaze in pain. The man continued striking her breasts first one way and then the other for what seemed like ages to her tortured breasts. When the he finally stopped hitting her breasts tears were flowing down both her cheeks.

Nancy didn't know if the man had left or not all she knew was that he had stopped tormenting her breasts. Her tears were running down her face and dripping off her jaw to fall on her chest and running on down.

Finally the man broke the silence, "Stand up now right where you are don't move from that spot, don't open your eyes, I want your feet at least three feet apart and place your hands underneath your breasts offering them to me. This is present position No. 2 you always remember these positions."

Nancy was getting to her feet when the man helped her by grabbing each of her nipples and pulling her to feet. She gasped out in pain, but didn't say anything at all assuming the proper position as ordered. The man put his hand between her legs feeling the wetness of her cunt, and making her turn her head in shame because she was so wet down there from the mistreatment he was receiving.

The man was quick to notice it, and turned her face back to him. "You will never turn your head from me without my permission. Do you understand slut?"

Nancy started to nod her head, but said "Yes Master."

The man wasn't satisfied though, and suddenly he grabbed her clit and pinched the gentle bud in his fingers. Nancy bit her lip to keep from crying out, but it felt like he had ripped it from her body. With their eyes closed Nancy did not know where the man was, she knew that he was probably within striking distance at all times.

When the man spoke again he was further away then she expected, "You may open your eyes. Come kneel in front of me so you can give in the best blow job I've ever had, and remember I plenty of throat.

Nancy opened her eyes, the man was seated on the side of the bed. She knew that she had no choice, so she crossed the distance dropping her knees before him. Nancy was no stranger to giving head just about every boyfriend in college had expected her to blow them before their date, and even though she had a good position in the company she worked for there was always some executive that she had to go down on. This is different though this man owned her, she was his property and he let her know what he wanted her to do. His cock was only about eight inches long, but little thicker than her husband's cock. She opened her lips letting the velvet head of his cock slide into her mouth while swirling her tongue around the head. Nancy was moving her lips further down the shaft of the cock, but he became impatient grabbing her by the head forcing it past her tonsils and down her throat. Nancy began to gag and struggle for air as the head filled her throat. The man let her head raise until the head was inside her mouth and she could gulp a quick breath of air, before plunging it back down her throat again. Finally at last Nancy was able to get the pace set up, so she could breathe between stokes, and that made it a little better. Nancy could feel the cock in her mouth swelling, and she knew it soon it would cum, and this part of the ordeal would be over. She didn't have to wait for long as string after string of cum flowed down her throat.

The man let go of her head, and she fell backwards onto the floor laying there with cum leaking out of the corners of her mouth. The man couldn't say is anything, but she was awful sexy laying there with his cum on her lips. His voice had the same demanding tone to It when he spoke though, "I didn't tell you lay down slut, you have a punishment coming now, get back up on your feet in the second position now."

Nancy scrambled to her feet crying has she got up, "Please don't punish me Master I didn't mean to fall down, but when you let go of my head I lost my balance."

The man was beginning to feel the rising of his erection already, but he knew to show weakness now would set back his control of her so his words still had the same ice to them. "You have your choice on which punishment you want, you can either have me slap your breasts twice, or hit you in the stomach once. You make the choice."

Nancy was crying again when she answered, "Please Master don't hit me please I'll do anything you say without question. I just don't want to be hit anymore please."

The man could feel his cock getting hard again when he spoke, "You don't understand slut, I make the choices, and you must decide now what you want, or I will give you both. So now you decide."

Nancy knew that her breasts hurt so bad that she couldn't take having them hit again, "Please Master my breasts are so sore that I cannot take another hit to them please hit me in the stomach once Master." She closed her eyes and waited for the blow she knew was coming, but she was unprepared for the fist that doubled her over, and sent her back sprawling on the floor again. It was all she could do to keep from throwing up, and try to catch her breath, but she managed to scramble back to her feet at the same time.

This time when the man put his fingers in her cunt he found her dripping with cunt juice, and when he brought his fingers that was soaking wet to her lips Nancy almost turned her head away, but realized he wanted her to lick the juice off of his fingers. Nancy had never tasted herself before that didn't hesitate to lick the juice from his fingers.

The man pointed at the bed and said, "Get over there stand at the side and bend over placing your shoulders on the bed."

Nancy hurried to the bed and bent over as instructed waiting for his next command or action. Her cunt was no stranger to having a cock in it, and since she had sex with this man before she was no stranger to this cock. The man stepped up behind her and moving ahead up and down inside her soaking slit he had her pressing back against him trying to get it inside. He drove his cock all the away in one mighty lunge, and brought a gasp from her throat when he did. Soon he was driving his cock all the way against her cervix with a stroke, and she was pushing back against him at the same time. He knew that he wouldn't last long the way he the walls of her cunt squeezed on the sides of his cock when he pulled out on the out stroke. Before he realized it his hot cum was flooding the inside of her cunt, and making squishing sounds. His hands held her hips has he pounded the last of his strokes in her cunt. Finally at last he let go of her letting her fall onto the bed, and he fell next to her.

When they both had caught their breath and he could speak he gave her new instructions, "From now on you will call me Master when we are alone in public you will address me as Sir. Whenever I call you on your cell phone or your home phone you will be ready to service me or anyone I choose. As long as you obey and don't give me any more trouble you're secret is safe. If you have any questions you may ask three questions now but only three questions."

Nancy thought for a few minutes before asking the first question, "Why have you done this too me, what have I done to you? Question 2 How do I hide these marks you put on me from my husband? Question 3 how long do I have to do this obeying you?"

The man smiled when he answered, "First you were so cocky when we met the day after we had sex at the meeting that you really pissed me off. I thought that after that night the next day at least we could have had lunch, but to dismissed me like a minion, now you are my minion. Your marks you'll have to hide them from your husband anyway you can that's not my problem. And lastly you will be my slut until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand what I said now?"

Nancy nodded her head, but quickly answered, "Yes Master I understand."

Mary didn't say anything else as she simply dressed, went back to her car, and heading home. She didn't have any trouble hiding the mark's from her husband because he was already in bed sleeping when she got home. She fixed herself a stiff Bourbon and Coke before going to bed.

This is an alternate 2nd chapter to the original "The Training of Melissa". It is intended to be stroke, so don't look for any profound, mystical experience when reading this story. Just expect to get turned-on, if stroke does that for you.

Melissa had given birth to a healthy boy, whom she and Frank had named Damon. 2 months after her delivery, she would finally get laid again. Tonight, one of the other women would watch the child, so that she could resume sexual relations with her wonderful Master. That was truly how she thought of the man who had enlightened her about her own true nature. She was glad to be a slave and looked forward to another possible orgy. That often happened in the house, as jealousy had become a dirty word around there.

She was not surprised when Lisa, one of the other slaves, was present in her Master's bedroom. She and the other girls had been moved to another bedroom, only sleeping with their Master when he summoned them. At least one of them always slept with Master, being rotated as he saw fit. That didn't mean that she rarely had sex. She just did it in other parts of the house most of the time.

"Master wishes me to help you service him. Believe me, Missy, I am going to make sure that both of you are satisfied. I've missed fucking you and having you lick me. All I've gotten to do to you lately is eat you out. As much as I like that, I badly want to use a strap-on with you. I especially have fun ramming that delicious ass of yours," Lisa teased her.

"Just be sure to use lube with her, Lisa. She's a little tight in that hole right now, since she hasn't had it up the ass for a while. I'll let you rim her ass for now, while she gets her pussy eaten by me. After that, I intend to pound her cunt again and you can fuck her ass. However, I will fuck your butt after I cum in her sex, so be prepared for a taste of your own medicine, my dear slave," Frank warned the girl, though somewhat playfully.

"Yes, Master. Maybe you should butt-fuck me while I slam Missy's cute tush. That will let you do both of us at the same time in a way. It will also let me feel it from both ends. It's just a suggestion, Master, but I think that it will make the first round more fun for all three of us," she offered.

"I like that. After I'm done ramming your butt, though, you will have to clean my cock so it will be ready to invade Melissa's pussy. She'll want her turn with me, after all," he agreed.

"Yes, Master," Lisa replied.

"So, you're going to fuck my ass while Master plunders you anally? Then Master will fuck me? That sounds terrific, but will you please eat me now? Both of you! I'm horny, Master. I need your mouths on me," Melissa begged.

Frank gladly put her clit in his mouth and started sucking on it. He hadn't stopped eating her during the post-natal healing time. She tasted very good. He always enjoyed the taste of her pussy. He really delighted in getting her to cum, using her clit to do so. Of course, she generally had to put him first, but this was a special occasion.

Melissa would have been strained to hold off her climax from the attention that her Master gave her. It was twice as difficult once Lisa started rimming her incredible bottom. Her tongue slipped into Missy's butt-crack and excited the former stripper beyond what she had anticipated. Her extremely wet pussy drenched Frank's face, which scarcely upset him. On the contrary, he relished the flavor and focused on making her finish her orgasm.

It took little time at all to succeed at this effort, causing Missy to groan with incredible pleasure. Frank then handed the strap-on dildo and thigh harness to Lisa, who slipped them on and lubed them up. She also placed some lube on Melissa's sphincter, in order to ensure that she would not suffer too much pain. She then inserted her dildo into the other slave's butt hole, making her grunt and wince.

Frank chose this particular thigh harness because its back was uncovered. He was able to put some lube on Lisa's derriere and ramrod her rear end. She squirmed a tad as he entered her backdoor, but she quickly adjusted to the invasion. Her ass felt so stretched and filled as he slammed it, giving her intense feelings of pleasure. She then diverted her concentration from the cock up her hole to the strap-on that she plunged into Melissa's.

Missy felt the weight of 2 people press onto her sphincter, increasing the force of the penetration. This "train" was actually the most radical thing that had happened to her since Frank had moved in with her and brought his other women. Her butt was rather sore, though she didn't resent her Master's actions. In spite of the pain, she experienced a lot of pleasure too. Although it hurt considerably, she made no protest at the pressure on her ass.

The heat and tightness of Lisa's butt, as well as the movements of her buns, soon stirred Frank to the point that he exploded in her tush. He pulled out and ordered the girls to change their positions. He told Melissa to rim Lisa, cleaning the cum as it leaked from her backdoor. Then he stood in front of Lisa and pointed to his cock.

"Open your mouth, slave. I want you to lick and suck my dick. You're to clean it and get it hard again for Melissa's pussy. She's a horny slut, just like you, and needs her fair share of cock," Frank commanded Lisa.

Not even hesitating, Lisa deep-throated her Master, tasting his dick straight from her own ass. He would expect it to be especially clean, as it would be the first time he had fucked Melissa's cunt in months and he didn't want her to develop a reaction from it. There would be no rashes from germs left over on his cock in her sex. She did have some difficulty doing her job for a few moments, as Missy's tongue explored her sphincter and tossed her salad. That sensual feeling of a mouth eating her bottom pushed the much aroused Lisa to a complete orgasm.

Once he was stiff enough, Frank went behind Melissa and thrust his manhood into her pussy. She flinched for a couple of seconds, as she adapted to his meaty member burying itself in her cunt for the first time in 12 weeks. He roughly grabbed her cheeks as he continued to push his large dick into her twat. There was no gentleness anymore. That was actually a good sign. It meant that he considered her healing period over and he was ready to start fucking her hard again. She was not only used to this wilder kind of sex; it was the type of act that most stimulated her. Her alpha male lover was taking her again, brutally making her his property once more.

He had a bit of cum left in his balls, but this forceful, vigorous mating caused him to release it the 2nd time that day. He spilled his seed into her cunt, filling her with his manly essence. Half of her hoped that he wouldn't knock her up again so soon, but another part ached to conceive by this virile man. Anyway, she reveled in being his slave and the mother of one of his children. She winked at Lisa as they rested on the bed and the other slave reacted by French-kissing her. The taste of her ass didn't dissuade Lisa, as Melissa noticed. Well, they were both in a good mood, having serviced and pleasured their Master.

"Lovely kiss, ladies, but playtime is over for tonight. We all need our sleep," Frank declared.

"Okay, Master. If we wake up first, though, can we play with your cock? We won't harm it. We love it and just want to use it as a toy. Pleeeeeeeasseee!" Melissa asked him.

"Very well, but nothing too intense. Alright, girls?" he insisted.

"Yes, Master," they agreed, right before they all closed their eyes and went to sleep that night.

Melissa was a truly sexy woman. At just 5 feet tall, and 22 years old, she was a reasonably successful account rep who moonlighted as stripper for extra money. She loved the attention from men, as well as the money, but by now she took them for granted.

She could be a slut or a tease, depending upon her mood, and she despised men, because they were willing to give up so much money for the faint hope that she would sleep with them. This added up to an arrogant attitude, which ill became her beauty.

Her office had mostly women on the staff, but there were 5 men. One of them was Frank, a heavy-set man in his late 20s. Melissa did not really understand Frank, and she even thought that he might be gay, because he made no indications of lust or interest, except the possible hint of an occasional stare.

As a matter of fact, he kept things strictly professional. The only time he spoke to her about something outside of work was when he asked her why she had ignored his courteous wish that she have a "good evening" once. She replied that he was simply not heard because he had not said her name. That seemed particularly presumptious to him.

One day, however, Melissa saw his pants while he was working in a stand-up position, and noticed his bulge, which was not only erect, but also rather large.

She was startled that this seemingly asexual being, as far as she understood him, was indeed capable of lust, and that, if he acted on his desires, he could impress any girl. This made her look at him in a different light. What if, she asked herself, she did it with him? What would happen, if anything?

She determined to find out, and so the next day, as he was working at his station, she approached him and asked, "Frank, why don't you ever show any interest in me? Are you gay- that seems unlikely, since I saw your erection yesterday when I was around you. What is the deal, since you're clearly not a eunuch?"

Frank simply grinned and responded, "Melissa, you don't get it! You are used to male attention, so if I go around drooling like the rest of those idiots every time I see you, I would just be another one of your hopeless admirers or sugar daddies- a pawn to you, nothing more!

This way, I have the leverage, since you now want me more than I want you. So, since we want to fuck each other, what price are you willing to cough up for the privilege?"

Melissa was stunned- here this guy was making demands on her, handing down an ultimatum to her! How dare he, but at the same time, how intriguingly powerful! She knew that she wanted that thing inside her for sure, and that, for once, she was going to pay for the sex.

She quickly replied, "Frank, I have to admit that you've got me- for the 1st time in years, a man has something over me- what do I have to do? I just want to fuck you- I'll do anything you ask- set your terms, Frank, because I will meet them in detail! Just fuck me, please, Frank, with that dick of yours."

Frank now grinned from ear to ear, and said, "Melissa, the price is simple- that body of yours, for life! You are to be my bitch, my slave girl, and you fail to prove sufficiently obedient to all of my commands, I will punish you ultimately by terminating the sex! I will own your cunt, your ass, and your mouth, making you share me with other girls and guys, and using those pretty parts of yours to service them as well.

You will be my whore-slave, and satisfy my desires, or that's it. Agreed, my little bitch? Sign away your freedom, forever, or give up any hope of my cock fucking you!"

Melissa knew that she was going to pay dearly if she accepted his terms, but right now, she did not care- she wanted him to fuck her hard, and get her wet, and she would gladly trade her freedom for the chance to do it with him- just once! At least, this way, she would get fucked by him more than that!

She silently nodded her consent, and Frank immediately informed that her 1st task would to service his needs in the bathroom, where she would be his release, taking his cum, and then his urine in her mouth.

Melissa had never been made to drink someone's piss before, but now she would have to do it, because her new master commanded it. She quietly followed him to the men's room, where she knelt as he dropped his pants in the never-used handicapped stall. She was then ordered to suck his cock until he came in her mouth.

"Melissa, from now on, I will not need to masturbate during break, because you will be on duty, ready to suck me off. Is that clear, my bitch?", he asked. She nodded yes, and then proceeded to do her job, sucking his member to hardness, and then letting him shoot off into her mouth.

She made a point of doing the maximum oral work she could, licking and kissing his cock, as well as sucking on it, and even sucking his balls. He was pleased with her at last, his new bitch, who was beginning to learn her real place in society- that of the proper slave girl!

Once he was free from the pressure in his testicles, he decided to relieve his bladder too. He commanded her to drink his urine, saying, "Melissa, this is a just humiliation for a woman who thinks herself better than men, that she should fully serve their every necessity and desire. Now drink my piss, bitch!"

She obediently opened her mouth again, and took all of his golden liquid waste, as he poured it down her throat. She was positively surprised that it did not taste so bad after all- it was a lot like beer, in fact! Even so, after he had emptied his bladder, he told her to go to the girl's room and wash her mouth out, since he could never kiss lips stained with urine- even his own.

She was informed that she would have to wait until after work for him to fuck her- again in the same stall in the men's room. She was to fully digest the urine in the mean time, and not puke up, or he would not kiss her at all!

Sure enough, Melissa made a damned good effort to keep it down, so that by the end of the day, her body had absorbed the poison, which simply turned into more urine inside her own body. When the time came for her to clock out, she went straight to the men's room, and found no one there yet. She knew, however, that Frank would get there, and she decided to wait for them.

She was right, in just 5 minutes, Frank came into the stall and closed the door, locking it. He told her to drop her pants and bend over, so she complied, and he pulled down her undies, revealing her naked butt.

He then ordered, "Melissa, put your hands behind your back, and brace yourself for the rest of your orientation as my slave. This is day one of your new life of bondage, so enjoy it thoroughly, and yield yourself to both pleasure and pain, as you will experience both." Melissa indeed put her hands behind her, and prepared for what was clearly going to be more fun for him than for her.

Frank took out his hand-cuffs and used them on her wrists, and she winced from pain, as the steel bracelets were too tight on her. That was nothing next to the rest of the agony she was about to feel, as Frank brought out his makeshift whip, made of a useless cable cord. This whip, Frank knew from having tested it on himself, would sting her rather well.

He lifted it for the 1st lash, telling her, "Accept this punishment well, and you will be fucked to our mutual satisfaction. Whimper, and I will just add more pain! You will not make a sound- is that clear?"

Melissa nodded and grimaced, as the ad hoc flagellum struck her buttocks repeatedly, with no indication as to when they would stop hitting her. Soon, she was so red with welts, that she thought she could not take another lash without wailing or bleeding. He seemed to sense her predicament, and, while laughing at her torture, he finally stopped it.

That did not mean an end to the agony, however, since he just fondled the sore cheeks of her ass, and then stuck each of his fingers inside her cunt. After a few swats across the bottom as a reminder of his right to punish and hurt her, he mounted her doggie-style right there in the stall, without even seeming to care that the weight of his body pressed against her wounded tush was making the fucking as painful as it was pleasurable.

Frank rode Melissa hard for about 6 minutes, in a quickie designed to make both of them come ASAP. She screamed her delight as his cock was beginning to make up for the smarting cheeks of her bottom. He was using her as he wished, and rewarding her for her faithful service during that morning and afternoon. She realized that her new life was going to be a lot after all.

Just then, Frank found that he was about to come, and so he pulled out of her cunt, and started to pump his pussy-soaked cock, making it ejaculate onto her now pink-colored, healing buns. "You'll have to earn the privilege of my semen inside your pussy, and that will take some time, Melissa. Until then, whenever I fuck your cunt, I will use the coitus interruptus method of birth control, since you're not ready to have a child until I say so.

Naturally, you will get to feel my cum inside your ass, since I love to ejaculate in a woman's butt. Behave yourself, and you will reach that place of honor among slaves- seniority, which comes with time and good, loyal service." Frank, you see, had many slaves, and Melissa was just the most recent addition to that group.

All that Melissa knew that was her other job would go even better, now that she had a sexy secret to turn her on as she gave lapdances and twirled around the pole.

She would think of her hot new master, Frank, who had taught her what was her rightful place as a woman, which meant being the slave that was always buried deep inside her- she just needed a catalyst- her beloved Frank. As she thought about all of these things, she did not even notice that Frank had entered her rectum, and was fucking it with a powerful momentum.

She soon realized that she was being buggered, however, when he pinched her ass, and pulled her hair, whispering to her, "Well, bitch, your master is using your ass, and you are taking it quite well. Keep up the good work, and just go with the rhythm of my penis, which will soon fill your butt with my come. Look out, slave, here comes the final thrust."

The last shove of his dick into her bottom indeed came, and it was so great, despite the dull pain she now felt in her anus and hips, that she discovered that she was automatically about to cum from the impact.

At the end of the fucking session, with her ass covered with hot semen, Melissa looked at her stern master, as he spoke to her rather austerely, "Melissa, from now on, in this stall, and everywhere else that we meet outside of work, you will call me Master, and I will address you as Slave, reminding you that you had to become my property before I fucked you, rather than getting to have casual sex first, unlike other girls, because you were too arrogant for your own good and had to be instructed in your station by a true superior.

Come here and sign this paper, giving your written and permanent consent to my domination of your person. Sign it, you naughty little slave bitch!" Signing it was the most natural thing in the world for Melissa now, as well as calling Frank "Master", since she already thought of him as precisely that- her master.

To begin this story a little bit of background is in order;

When Sheryl and I got together, she was leaving a failed marriage, and understandably had some insecurity issues that she needed to deal with. She did have a magnetic, and gregarious personality, seemingly never met a stranger. That said, she had a feeling of being physically unattractive, as well as unsure of her sexual preferences.

I will begin with her awakening, then at a later time, will describe the road to get there.

These stories are based on mostly true events, even though the names of the participants have been changed to protect the guilty parties.

I was at work when I received a call from Sheryl. Her voice sounded shaky, and that bothered me.

"What's wrong?" I asked . "Is their something I need to know, or has something happened to you?"

In a still shaky voice she said, "Well, nothing is really wrong, yes, I think there is something's you need to know, and no, nothing has happened to me that wasn't already going on."

"Can you clarify that last part?"

"Not now, but I want you to sit and talk to me. Is tonight all right, I have to get this off my chest, it's tearing me up inside, and it is something that I believe will effect our future. I feel it's very important!" Then I heard her sobbing.

"Tell me what it is, You know you can tell me anything."

"I can't now, all I can tell you is I haven't been completely honest with you, I'll tell you when you get home, I promise." Still crying, she hung up the phone.

I sat there dazed for a few minutes, then picked the phone up and tried to call her back. The ring was turned over to the answering machine. I knew she wanted wait till I was home, and did not want to talk about whatever it was till then. I left a message that we would discuss it when I got home, and I was sure that whatever it was we could deal with it.

I stuck around work for about another hour, but couldn't get my mind straight. Finally I told my assistant, Joyce, that I was leaving for the day after giving her a list of things to do in my absence.

The drive home seemed to take forever, thoughts kept popping into my head, and I couldn't concentrate on my driving. It seemed to take forever, but in reality was only a fifteen minute drive. I pulled into the drive, and was relieved to see the house still standing. I entered the front door, and Sheryl was holding her head bent over still sobbing.

She looked up at me with puffy red eyes, and said "What are you doing home so early?"

I told her I was upset with her state of mind and concerned about her well being.

That opened the flood gates again and she jumped up saying "Oh God, stay right there, I need to pull myself together." Then she headed back to our room.

I sat down and tried to be patient. It was awhile, and I decided I might need a drink so I went in the kitchen and poured me a good stiff one. As an after thought, I got another tumbler and poured her a drink as well, then placed them on the dining room table and had a seat. I could hear her stirring around in the bedroom and the bathroom, and I heard the water running. Still perplexed, I picked up my drink, and confirmed that I had made it very strong, having trouble swallowing it but when the tequila hit my stomach I felt the warmth begin. I lit a cigarette, and took my second sip, remembering how strong it was. I hadn't swallowed it yet when she appeared, and I almost launched it in spray form. There she was, completely nude, she had tried to clean and make up her face and hair.

"What do I owe this pleasant surprise to?"

She tried to smile, only succeeding half way. " Thought if I wasn't wearing clothes, you wouldn't throw me out of the house."

"Baby, no way! You have to know I love you, but I do like your outfit."

Her smile was a little more at ease.

"I poured you a drink", pointing to it, Let's relax and tell me what it is that has you so upset."

She took her drink, and holding it with both hands, took a healthy sample swallow, and apparently having the same reaction I had from my first sip. Then she kneeled beside me on the floor, still holding her drink. "Thanks for the drink, I think I will need it shortly." She was either staring at her drink, or the floor, but she wasn't looking up at me. I put my hand under her chin, and tilted her head up so she was looking at me. She took a deep breath, and looking at me with puppy dog eyes she began.

"As I told you on the phone, I don't think I have been completely honest with you, and it's been tearing me up. So please honey, listen to everything I need to tell you, and let me get it out before you make your decision. O.K?"

Her nipples where erect, and her face and chest rosy indicating excitement. I knew whatever she had to say, it took her a lot of courage to get to this point, so I just nodded my answer to her.

Another big breath, then she began.

"Remember last week when we were out to dinner with Steve and Mickey?"

I nodded yes.

"Well, you remember you whispered to me to go to the ladies room, remove my panties and bring them to you." She didn't wait for me to acknowledge. "When I returned and handed them to you, you took them and placed them under your napkin, sticking out, so anyone could see them on the table. Then I got mad and started an argument, stormed out and went to the car!" Again no pause for acknowledgment. "Well, I was terribly wrong. I'm sorry for the way I acted, and the embarrassment I caused you."

At this point, her gaze returned to her drink, avoiding eye contact with me. Again I reached down and placed my hand under her chin. This time she shook her head "no", and pulled away. We both took a drink, and then she inhaled deeply, held it for a few seconds, then returned to looking at me. She leaned forward, then raised on her knees, and rested her arms on my thighs, still both hands holding her drink. I could feel her shaking, and could see it was such a deep shaking, her breast was quivering, hanging free in gravity. She started again, "What I wanted, well, I needed", she stopped and then tried again, in a quieter voice with her eyes half looking away yet looking at me as though she was focused on something behind me, "What I needed was for you to ........... for you to stop me right there from leaving, and you should have grabbed my wrist or hair, or something. Then I wished you would have," here she paused again and refocused her eyes so she was staring right in the eye. "You should have stood me up and ripped my clothes off me in front of everyone, then tell me I now had a reason to be embarrassed."

Now it was my turn, I reacted with a jerk back in my seat as though being struck between the eyes with a baseball bat. "Whhh,,,,,wha,,,,,,huh, WHAT? I don't understand."

She got up, set her drink on the table, then asked if she could have a seat. She sat on my lap, put her left arm around my neck, took two fingers on her right hand and held them to my mouth signaling me to not ask yet.

"I'll try to explain it to you. You have always tried to show a little, or lot, of me, but I have resisted you. I know you get turned on when you think I look sexy, or slutty, and I also know part of why you ask me to do things is to help me deal with my self esteem. What I don't think you know is what you want, and sooo much more, is what I want deep down, and I need. Can I make a demand of you, then I will answer any questions you have? Then I'll shut up, never demand anything from you again. Then if you think I'm disgusting , I will understand.

I nodded my head, then held my hand out as if asking for hers in a dance.

She got up off my lap, stood in front of me, then with her right hand, she messaged her right tit, and with her left hand ran her fingers through her pussy, with very sloppy sounds, then twirled her clit till she shuddered with a mini orgasm. "Sorry 'bout that, I needed a bit more courage than the bourbon."

"No problem, not necessary to apologize for that" I said wide eyed.

She again dropped to her knees, this time when she put her arms on my legs she clasped her hands as though she was in church, looked up into my eyes purposefully and stated;

"I don't ever want you to ask me to do any of those things, ever again." A slight pause, then she continued, "Tell me what I am to do, don't ask, tell me and do not give me the chance to refuse you. If you do this, I will do anything you tell me to do, anywhere, anytime, for the rest of our lives." Another pause, then "Oh yeah, I'm done, do you hate me?"

It took me a few minutes to reset my jaw, as it must have dropped a good foot. I stammered out "Deal".

At this she jumped up on her feet and into my lap again, only this time instead of her legs off to one side of me, she wrapped them around me and the back of the chair. Arms entwined in each other, she gave my face a good tongue bath, and stated "God I love you." "What's my first order?"

"First order is, never, ever again wait to tell me your feelings so you make yourself sick!"

She smiled with little tears rolling down her cheeks. "Deal."

"Next order, I want you to make amends for dinner last week."

She looked at me with a sparkle in her eye, a wicked sly smile and said; "I think I can do that, I have had this apology idea floating around in my head, wanna hear it and see if you think it's worthy?"

"This sounds to be a little evil. Tell me what you planned."

"Well, since I ruined Steve and Mickey's evening also, I thought I could invite them over and apologize to them over a pizza dinner. ( Sorry, I was so nervous today I forgot to take out something for dinner.)"

"Sounds appropriate so far. Anything else?"

Her face reddened and then, "After I call and invite them, and they accept, I tell them I want to apologize for my behavior, and warn them they will see a completely new me."

"I like the idea so far."

"And, I'm so proud of this, I figured after I called and invited them, before I had time to call and cancel, you would TELL me that I needed to freshen up my make-up, but I was to leave on my current outfit!"

"Make the call!" I was also proud of her idea, but figured the right time to tell her would be later.

Sheryl made the call, talked to Mickey for a few minutes. She said she wasn't sure Steve would want to come over tonight, as Monday night football was about an hour away. Disappointed, Sheryl looked at me, as if asking what to do.

"Do what you have to do, but make it happen!"

Sheryl told Mickey she needed her help, then let her in on a bit of her plan. Mickey questioned her further and Sheryl told her, "Steve won't be disappointed, as I have been instructed to wear something a little more revealing than just removing my panties under my skirt."

I guess Mickey repeated "Instructed"?

"Yes, instructed, I told you there is a new me."

They talked a bit more without Sheryl divulging any more about the plans. Mickey said she would convince Steve, even if she had to drag him by the shirt collar. Besides, she was curios as to who this "New Sheryl"!

The "New Sheryl" told her that Her Steve (my name also), would appreciate it.

Sheryl came over to me and said "They will be here by kick-off, was that O.K. with me?"

"Sure, I'm sure this will be a game, (pun intended), Steve will not forget."

At this point, Sheryl told me how nervous she was, and wanted to know if she should order the pizza.

"Let's wait on the pizza, I know your watching the ticks on the clock, but we'll order after Steve and Mickey get here. In the meantime, get a beach towel and put it in front of my recliner on the floor."

As she was doing what I told her to do, I adjusted the set for the upcoming MNF NFL game. This was a rather important game, as it was between the Raiders, Steve's team, and the Chargers, My team. We are not normally permitted within arms reach of each other when this match-up happens twice each year. (Steve is a poor looser, I'll let you decide which Steve.)

Sheryl returned, and spread the towel as instructed in front of me.

As though a light came on (AKA Ford has a better Idea), Sheryl cocked her head slightly to the side, and stated "As you instructed sir".

"Let's see if we can take your mind off your 'stage fright'." Her eyes widened. Go get me your largest stocking stuffer you received last Christmas."

She turned a little red, but turned and headed for the bedroom without question. I had to laugh under my breath, when she turned the corner, it seemed her knees were a bit wobbly, but she continued and returned with the little box I had given her.

I told her to open the box, and show me.

She did as instructed, held them out when I asked her what they where.

She said "Remote control vibrating eggs SIR" as though she was a military recruit.

I ignored her humor and asked "have you used them yet?"

her face turned crimson. She bit her lower lip, dropped her head, and shook her head yes.

"What was that you didn't say."

"Yes, I have used them, how did you know?

"I know what you smell like!"

"Why" I asked.

Again, head down, "You asked, you didn't tell me."

"Fair enough."

I reached forward and took the "eggs" from the box, and asked her if she had the remote.

"Yes", as she produced it open palm to me.

"Step forward".

She complied, spreading her legs without my request depriving me of another "Command". (This control stuff was going to take more from me than I ever thought.)

"Did you clean these after the last time you used them?"

"Well, um yes, I believe I did, can you still detect my repugnant scent on them?"

I raised them to my nose, smelled, then tasted. "Repugnant? Did I ever say that? But yes, I could identify that sweet smell from a thousand different pussies. These have been in the sweetest tasting one I know!"

She smiled and thrust her pelvis forward, still trying to "Stay in her position". God, she was good. I knew, she was going to be an excellent teacher, instructing me how to control her.

I took the eggs, and said, "Never can be too careful about sanitation, a 80 proof bath should do the trick. Holding them by the little antenna wire I dunked them up and down in her bourbon. Then I reached forward, spread and lubricated my fingers from her secretions and inserted the eggs. "How does that feel?"

"mmmmmm, well, I can think of something I'd rather have there, but still kinda delicious."

Half chuckling, "That's a way off in the future, you still have appologies to get through!"

"Yes sir, sorry to be so presumptious."

"Accepted. Now present the remote again."

She did as instructed, trying to hand it to me.

"Show me and describe how each control works. Remember, Steve and Mickey will be here shortly, you don't want me screwing up the remote while the "Game" is on."

She shot me a glance but recovered quickly.

"O.K., This top button activates the power, she pressed it, and the eggs vibrated momentarily producing a little shudder. She composed then told me, "the larger button, this one," showing me, "begins a slow vibration." She pressed it, and returned to the little shudder. Press it again and it increases the vibration and intensity and (pausing, red faced), my intensity. Press it the third time, well it goes fucking insane inside of me. At that point I have to pull the antenna to get it out of me it's so intense."

"HHmmmmm, guess we will have to work on that one huh?"

"Whatever you demand Sir."

"Give me the remote."

She complied.

"So this one starts the vibrations?"

"Uh huh"

"Press it again (I did),and it increases your pleasure"

"OOOHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDD, yes!"

At that time there was a knock on the door.

Ignoring the knock I hit the button again. I knew she heard the knock, but needed her to release, so I watched her. She started weaving back and forth, then her eyes rolled back in the sockets, she showed wonderfull restraint, she clenched her fists next to her hips, then started bucking.

At this point, I regret previously informing you, Sheryl is a rarity in the wonderful world of females. She is blessed as being a "Squirter, a talent she has yet to come to grips with, but I take as the ultimate compliment from a female. Thus the reason for the towel.

Her orgasm was to say incredible. She did "overshoot" the runway a bit, but incredible none the less.

I shut the power off from the eggs as I steadied her, told her "We have company", and assisted her to the door.

She stood behind the door, tried to freshen up as well as she could, straightened up and put on that infectious smile nobody can resist. She "asked" me to sit, she had it under control, then opened the door.

Steve and Mickey looked like old time vaudevillian actors, wide eyed and understandably shocked.

There was an understandable pause in salutations, broken by Mickey, as Sheryl was bent at the waist gesturing for them to enter.

"Oh my god girl, when you said the "New You", I had no Idea.

She was already in the house and handing her coat to Sheryl to hang, when we all looked at Steve who was still open mouth standing on the porch. Mickey, regaining her composure a bit, yelled at him, "For lords sake, get your butt in here. You act like you've never seen a beautiful woman before.

The following lines hit me as comical, and we all were rolling on the ground, but I will try to remember as closely as I can how he put it.

"Well, ummmm, huh, uh yeah, I think so, uhhhhhh, Raiders against the Chargers, game here, big screen, did we take a wrong turn, nobody touch me, I've gone to heaven and don't want no damn reincarnation.

We had about 10 minutes till the game started, which left some time for explanations.

Mickey asked immediately, "What gives?"

I nodded to Sheryl so she told her this was the "New and improved Sheryl", and she hoped they could get used to it because it was here to stay."

Mickey stated, "No problem it's about time Steve put you in your place."

I had to interrupt here; "Actually, she put me in my place, and I think with a little, (O.K. allot) of her repressed feelings she had the courage to present to me today how she really felt, and what she wants from me. We have leaped over a huge hurdle today, and because we both value your friendship, hope you won't judge us, but support us.

Another slight pause, then Mickey was about to say something, but Steve jumped the gun. "Judge, I'll accept support if this works for you, but I, and I don't think we, would ever judge you..We have been married for 5 years, together for 9 years this February, and I am totally jealous right now of how much you 2 have progressed in just two years of being together."

I don't think I ever heard Steve put together a thought that long before, and I have known him and Mickey longer than I've known Sheryl.

Everyone was quiet, I looked around the room and I thought I saw Mickey's eyes swelling, Sheryl noticed it to. Sheryl put her arm over Mickey's shoulder in a female sort of understanding.

The game was about to start and Steve feigned losing his train of thought. We faked watching the game, when Mickey half yelled at Steve asking him if he wanted a beer. Without looking, "Yeah Babe" never taking his eyes from the tube.

Realizing my shortcomings in being a host, I got up and made a drink for Mickey. Handing it to her, Sheryl had her arm over her shoulder, and said they would return in a bit. I returned to the game and as the opening kickoff began, Steve stated (confidentially) that he didn't know what she really wanted. I thought for awhile, well at least as long as Antonio Gates returned the kick off for a 63 yard return, then after I completed my assistance which resembled Big Bird from Sesame Street, I told him what worked for me was to "Listen" to what she had to tell him. Then I told him, you know, ladies don't always talk with their mouths, sometimes they expect you to pick up the clues from their actions.
We were watching the Chargers embarrass the Raiders ( 2 teams I love in football, the Chargers, and anybody who beats the Raiders), anyway, the first quarter was winding down and a yell came from the back of the house.

"How much time till half?"

O.K., we are football junkies! "14:32"

I realized Steve still did not have a beer, so at the commercial I got up to freshen my drink (I later found out was a mistake), and grabbed him a Samuel Adams.

The game marched on toward half time and the Chargers continued their dominance much to my pleasure (rare).The ladies re-appeared before the half-time show.

First to appear was Sheryl, she, or they, had painted "Charger lightening bolts" above each breast. She looked at my drink and apologized for not refilling it before she went into the back with Mickey. She scrambled to freshen it up as Steve told me how Lucky I was. I agreed, and was about to say something profound, which I have no idea would have been, when Mickey came in.

Another jaw gap. She placed herself in front of Steve, and displayed her pubic area as she too was nude. The girls had obviously spent the first half of the game on Mickey. I can only assume she was hirsute, Sheryl is a slickie, the one previous requirement she complied with, but now, her pubes were Silver and Black, perfectly sculpted so any Raiders fan would get on their knees and worship.

Steve was re-"In LOVE". He again started his stuttering and screwing things up. Mickey walked up in front of him, shoved the Raider Shield against his mouth, then informed him it was his turn to try out for the winning team. She asked him if he liked what he saw, he confirmed. Did he want more of it, he confirmed. She asked him if he could order her around, he didn't answer.

BIG PAUSE!!!

I thought this was going to be a biggie, so did Sheryl. She came running to me and I saw tears swelling again in her eyes.

As much as I would have liked to see the finish (happy) to this, I scooped Sheryl up and we retreated to the back of the house.

I told her I felt she had done a wonderful job getting Mickey to open up, (and disrobe, as we had never before done this in each others company), but she did what she could do and we needed to give them some space, just as we had gotten before. As I am telling her this, she is removing my clothes, to which, honest to god I am oblivious to.

We start to get romantic, when there is a knock on the door. Puzzled, I look at Sheryl, her eyes big, she stammers, "I forgot about the Pizza."

"Let's get it I said."

Half forgetting I was now as naked as the ladies, we went into the living room to see that Mickey had coaxed Steve out of his clothing as well.

(Love happy endings?)

We acknowledged them with a smile, happy for their solution whatever it was, went to the door, and Sheryl pushed me behind the door opening the door.

When the door opened, I'm not sure who got the biggest shock, but Sheryl stepped back, handed me the cash she had counted out and said "You better take this one" and pushed me in front of the door. The Pizza delivery person was a young lady, probably in her early twenties, and understandably wide eyed. I was flustered, Sheryl was giggling behind the door, when Mickey told Steve to take care of it.

Poor Steve got up, stood behind the door, (of course I was still too stupid to go there), and looked around. When he saw that it was a young lady, he snatched the money from my hand and thrust it towards her as he drug me behind the door. I thought Sheryl was going to split a gut.

The pizza delivery "girl" looked at him, then said "NO Deal, step in front of that door and let's see the goods!"

Now I was in the tickle chair.

Steve was about to pass out I think when Mickey stepped up. In clear view she asked the gal for our pizza, and as Sheryl and I were trying our damnedest to not bust out, the pizza girl looked at Mickey and said "Gotta love the Raiders", then she continued "But I'm a Latino just like you, and I have heard about black guys, so show me the goods or no pizza!"

This was the best lesson in self control I have ever learned, and we still held our laughter until Mickey grabbed Steve by the upper arm and pushed him in front of the door.

She took the cash from him, handed the pizza to him, then said "Y'all look like you really enjoy Monday Night Football, but next time, guy or gal, send out the first lady, she's a knockout, not that anything is wrong with the rest of you, but that first gal, I'd do her and I'm straight."

I looked at Sheryl and said, "well, that's a hell of a compliment, what are you going to do about it?"

"I guess I better escort her to her car then" and she walked through the door and did just that.

When she returned, there were questions, but it was anti climatic. Then Steve asked the score of the game, Mickey looked at him and said "Dumbass, you are winning!"

There is something about a woman who is stating her point, butt naked, and when she forms that last word her tits weave back and forth.

Truth was, Chargers were still kicking Raider butt, but that doesn't matter. (well, maybe a little, it is my story)

The Power struggle between Steve and Mickey still went on. Sheryl and I were sitting along the side lines as spectators, and believe it or not believed they were making progress. (Imagine if you will, four nude people in a room not making progress?)

About that time, I was trying to get Sheryl a bit more excited, well I guess I have to confess I wanted to exploit her wonderful talents, when I spotted the remote. She noticed my response as I saw it, and simply spread her legs to confirm the antenna wire was where it should be.

While we watched Steve and Mickey ignore the game on the tube. I turned on the power and received a warm hug with a little shudder. Sheryl looked at me and told me to pleasure myself. I told her I intended to, threw her. I pressed the button the first time. She jumped a bit. She held my neck and sounded like a dove signaling her lover. We stayed there for quite awhile, she as well as I, watched our friends who were going through some adjustments, but everything felt right. She turned to me, smiled at me, then grabbed her breasts and began to breast beat me to wake me from my stupor. (BTW, no better way to be awoken),

"Are you aware of the score?" she asked.

"Yah, Chargers are winning!"

"Aren't you concerned?"

"The game, naw, it's in the bag. Steve and Mickey, Yah, our solution isn't theirs, they have some ground to cover, but I think they will make it with her guidance.

"What do you mean HER guidance."

"Think about it, who called me home today in a state of uncertainty."

"It's different.

"No, it's the same, just different people.

"What is different"

"In our relationship, I appeared to be in control, but in reality it was you. By tonight's' actions, you gave me control, thereby retaining control without guilt, and I get what I want, you get what you need."

"What's that"

"You control how I control you"

"Where do we go from here?"

3rd hit on the button.

I'm so bad, you try to hold off, but you can't.

You jump up, try to get to the towel, and as you get there, it strikes!

I catch you before you collapse, but the damage is done. Our pussy has taken over and you have no control. You begin to shake and writhe, only now do you realize you are nude in front of your friends, but there is no control, yet I assured you there was, you are confused. For the second time tonight you stand in front of me, out of control and bared to the world, you let go. You feel it building, but can do nothing about it. You try to fight it, but first you go into uncontrolled convulsions, then it begins. You begin to squirt, and squirt, there seems to be no stopping you. It's an uncontrollable volcano. You continue till I fear for your safety, then I pull the antenna from your pussy as your knees buckle.

We get up and ready for bed, as I drop the eggs into your bourbon for cleaning.

As we head down the hall we hear Mickey whisper to Steve, "grab those, now make me whimper like that!"

I woke up next morning to the wonderful sensation of Karen's mouth caressing my cock. I allowed her to continue to the point she received her reward of a mouthful of fresh hot jism. She raised her smiling face and jokingly said "Well I have had my morning cock feast. Would you like your tea in bed or shall we adjourn to the shower room where you can refresh me some more with a nice golden shower?"

I declined the shower for now and Karen, leapt out of bed and returned 20 minutes later still naked with tea and toast. As she sat on the edge of the bed, I noticed something poking out from her pussy. I reached over to try to pull it out to see what it was but she playfully pulled away from me causing the tray to tip and my tea to tip all over me. Although it was warm it was not as hot as I would have expected, so I figured she had cooled it to deliberately spill it over me.

I used our code word 'Eyeore' (pronounced e -- or) a donkey character from AA Milne's Winnie the Pooh. Karen immediately knew that she was in trouble and could expect to receive punishment for her actions. I told her she could expect it to happen before bed tonight; she meekly nodded. I then climbed out of bed and reached forward slipped my hand between her legs. I took hold of the strap and gently pulled, her cunt lips opened as the head of a plastic tube emerged.

When I had fully extracted it, I saw it was a plastic tube with some shiny paper inside; when I opened it, unwrapped the item and it revealed a little ankle bracelet which read 'RAYS PERSONAL SLUT'. Karen said she had bought it to mark my property and once it was put in place it was designed to be soldered permanently and therefore never to come off.

I told her that I would consider her wearing it, but only if she actually earned the right as a reward. I told her that as she ruined my cup of tea; we may as well take our shower together; after which she would have to leave for work. We walked hand in hand downstairs to the wet room. As we started to shower, Karen soaped her hands and ran them over my cock, she started a slow sensuous massage which had my cock erect in seconds.

Then rinsing the soap; she knelt before me and began sucking my cock, I warned her that I needed to pee. She pulled back and said "your toilet is waiting master"

I nodded as the first trickle emerged from my cock head, she quickly engulfed the head in her mouth and allowed me to piss straight down her throat and she never spilt a drop. She then stood up and I soaped my hands and washed her breasts paying particular attention to her nipples; I pinched them and twisted them before running my hands down to her cunt and arse. I inserted a soapy finger into her arse; I began finger fucking her arse whilst telling Karen "Use the shower head to wash the soap off your cunt"

She did this whilst I was knelt before her and as I finger fucked her arse; I leaned forward and began licking her cunt. I circled her clit flicking it with my tongue then plunging my tongue into her cunt. My nose would rub against her clit; on and on I went noting the increase in pussy juice and her thrusting hips.

I knew she was close to her orgasm, so a doubled the fingers in her arse and took her clit between my teeth and lightly nipped it. She jerked away as he climax crashed over her. Suddenly as I continued my licking she started to pee, it splashed against my tongue and ran in to my mouth. Instinctively I swallowed the amber nectar; for the next few minutes, Karen continued to flood me with her piss.

We then finished our shower and both dressed for work, Karen to go to the supermarket and I to go see a client regarding a filming assignment.

At lunch time, I received a call from Karen saying that she was sorry for this morning and it was unforgivable for a slave slut to piss on her own master. I reminded her that away from playtime she was my equal and I would overlook the incident. She asked "Can you meet me at my finishing time tonight as someone here wants to meet you?"

"Yes, I can be there by 4.30 pm although I may be a little late" I replied. So we arranged to meet in the cafeteria at the supermarket.

When I arrived, Karen was sat talking to a woman in her mid forties, she introduced her as Carol. I noticed that Carol would not look me in the face as we shook hands. Karen then prompted Carol "Go on tell Ray what you told me earlier!"

"Well, it's like this!" she began shyly. "Tom, my husband and I would like to find out if we are both submissive and I know my son Stuart and daughter Sally are definitely submissive!" she added.

"Well what do you want from me?" I asked.

"Carol wants us to go over to their house Friday night, and see if they are all submissive and to play a little to find their levels!" Karen interrupted.

Carol nodded. I agreed to try out their plan but only on my terms. I instructed Carol to go to the ladies toilet remove her bra and panties and return to place them in my hand. Carol quietly stood and walked off in the direction of the toilets, returning 20 minutes later. She sat down and slipped the items into my hand. I looked at the items and then selected her panties and raised them to my nose, watching Carol as I did so. She scanned the surrounding tables making sure no one was watching me as I sniffed the gusset of her freshly removed panties.

I slipped her things in to my pocket; stating I would return them to her on Friday night. "You are quite aroused by this! Are you not?" I asked Carol.

"Yes, I am; being honest about it" she replied.

Karen quickly interrupted "Carol, you forgot to show proper respect for my master, you must always call him Master or Sir!"

"Sorry Sir" Carol repeated.

I moved over to Carol's side of the table and whispered "you will pay a penalty for that on Friday night, slut"

"Yes Master" she replied.

I slipped my hand on to her knee and gave it a slight pull, she reluctantly allowed her legs to part, as my hand worked slowly up her thigh and on to her hairy pubic bush. "That will have to go!" I remarked.

Then my fingers found her clit and stroked it as I found her already open cunt lips. I slipped the finger in to her cunt. Her eyes shot wide open and Karen smiled at her, saying "He has a way with women, don't you think?"

Carol could only nod.

I then withdrew my finger and held it up to Karen who immediately licked it clean whilst never losing eye contact with Carol.

"Make sure that all concerned are present, when we come over on Friday night!" I instructed Carol.

She replied "Yes Master, I will do my best to make sure all four of us are present!"

"I hold you responsible if they are not!" I informed her.

With that Karen and I left and drove home, during the trip she casually asked "what have you got planned for Friday, Master!"

"Wait and see!" was my reply. "Besides you have a little matter of punishment to face tonight for your escapade this morning!" I reminded her.

She sat quietly for the rest of the journey. We arrived home and Karen immediately went into the kitchen and began preparing a meal. I walked upstairs and put out a pair of handcuffs, a length of soft silk rope and a medium sized butt plug.

I called Karen to come upstairs, where I instructed her to strip, tie her own tits up using the rope and insert the butt plug before putting on the handcuffs behind her back.

She reminded my that Dinner would be ready in 45 minutes, so I agreed to suspend her punishment till after Dinner but shocked her by telling her that she would have to wear the butt plug and have her tits tied from now. I left her to carry out my wishes. Before returning with my long dressing gown, allowing her to wear this whilst cooking dinner.

When she returned to the kitchen, I followed and checked her bindings. Her tits swelled beyond the rope binding forcing her nipples to look more exaggerated and her anal ring gripped tight onto the butt plug.

I deliberately teased her nipples inside the gown she wore, occasionally slipping one or two fingers into her cunt as my thumb stroked her clit. I kept her on edge until she announced dinner was ready. So we ate in the living room and simply put the used plates in the sink to be washed later. Leading her upstairs I handed her the handcuffs and she removed the dressing gown before putting on the cuffs behind her back. I reached over and picked out a large flesh coloured dildo, 12 inches long and at least 3 inches round, I had Karen suck this before inserting it into her cunt. I turned on the dildo; and taking the riding crop, I applied a quick swishing slap with it to each breast.

Her nipples really bounced because of the bindings and two small red marks appeared just above and touching her nipples. I made her lean back on the bed and applied six strokes with the crop on to the clit, each slap caused her to jump slightly and I saw the dildo begin to slip out of her cunt. I reached forward with my foot and pushed it firmly back into place.

A further 5 strokes were applied to each breast and then I released her hands from the cuffs and ordered her to stand in the corner on tiptoe and apply the crop six times to each cheek of her own arse. She had to count each one out saying "Master's slut needs a well whipped butt"

After she had completed her self punishment, I had her bend over the bed and removed the butt plug before sinking my prick into her arse and fucked her hard, well aware of the dildo still stuffed up her cunt. She began to moan and rising in pitch till the orgasm broke over her body. I then plunged my prick deep into her arse and shot my load up her anal canal.

I then allowed her to release herself and go shower, she insisted on sucking clean my cock before she went to shower.

Friday Night, I met Karen at her work and drove over to Carol's house. I instructed Karen, that for tonight she would be my assistant and she should be prepared to carry out anything I told her to do with who ever I told her to. She agreed, when we arrived, I had Karen pick up my travel bag and carry it into Carol's home.

I was introduced to Her Family. Tom her husband, Stuart her son and Sally her daughter all responded to my question the same way. "Are you prepared to accept me as your master and do as you are told exactly or face punishment for even the slightest hesitation?"

"Yes Sir" Tom said.

"Yes Master" Carol Responded.

"Yes Master Ray" Sally replied.

Yes Sir" Stuart responded.

I then informed them of my ground rules, arranged individual safe words for them and then asked "Are there any limits to your actions tonight, knowing that you are family members!"

They all agreed no limits.

"Karen take these slaves upstairs and strip them all naked; then bring them back to me with their hands on their heads" I instructed her.

They all trooped out behind Karen, whilst I opened the bag and began removing the toys and tools I intended to use tonight. Thirty minutes later, All 5 trooped back into the living room stark naked and hands on their heads. I noticed Sally and Stuart were blushing a little. Both males were already sporting hard cocks, Tom's measured around 5 inches and Stuart's around 7 inches.

I instructed them all to sit and turning to Tom and Stuart said "As you are not fit to be classed as males we shall change your names, Tom you will be slut and Stuart you will be bitch!"

They both lowered their eyes and nodded. "Carol you will be called 'Old Bitch' and Sally your will be known as 'Cum slut'" I continued.

Again they lowered their eyes and also nodded. I instructed Slut (Tom) to stand and come over here, I pointing to a dining chair. I instructed him to sit and Karen to tie him to the chair. I took a glass and handed it to bitch (Stuart) telling him to get rid of his stiffy, by wanking into the glass. He went bright red looking from his mother to his sister but slowly started stroking his prick. I saw his mother smirk, so I ordered her to give him oral until he came in the glass.

I then instructed Cum slut (Sally) to come to me, I made her sit on Slut's (Tom's) lap facing him. I instructed Karen to make sure that Slut's cock was trapped against Cum slut's cunt and then tie her to the chair. When she did this Sally's tits were pressed against her dad's chest.

I then removed the leather tawse, and began to lay it on Sally's arse, with gentle but firm strokes. Each stroke made her jump away from the sting and in the process she was rubbing her cunt against her dad's cock.

After ten minutes of this, Tom suddenly groaned and spurted his seed over his own abdomen and his daughter's cunt. Mean while Stuart's mum was busy sucking her own son's cock until she felt the beginning of his orgasm and then she wanked him off into the glass.

I then had Karen start licking Carol's cunt and arse, directly in front of Stuart and in true youthfulness his cock began to harden again. I made him sit behind his sister on his dad's knee and slipped his prick beneath her cunt and along side his dad's.

Again I applied the tawse to his arse causing him to rock back and forth rubbing his cock against his sister cunt and his dad's prick.

He lasted much longer this time, as did his dad. Sally how ever soon started to moan and buck between them as her orgasm broke forth. Karen and Carol also began moaning as they moved into a 69 position eating each others cunts.

I instructed Karen to untie the three on the dining chair and had all four of them kneel before me, as I slowly removed my clothes.

"Slut (Tom) I understand you have a thing about anal sex. Your one desire is to take a real cock up your own arse! Is this true?" I asked.

He blushed as he answered "Yes, Master".

"Bitch (Stuart) I also understand that you have wanked other boys at school! Is this true?"

"Yes Sir and a teacher as well!" Bitch answered.

"Old Slut (Carol) I understand you want to be double fucked whilst sucking on a cock! Is this true?" I demanded.

"Yes Master, I suppose I want to be a real slut!" she responded.

"Cum Slut, Is it true that you want to try out a lesbian experience?" I offered.

"No Master, I actually want to be fucked up the arse while a woman is licking my cunt!" She ventured.

"Very Well. We will see what develops" I concluded.

By now I was as naked as the rest of them and standing directly in front of Slut (Tom). "I am going to fuck your wife and Daughter in front of you. Slut!" I informed him. "But first you are going to prepare the way. By sucking me until I am hard enough to give your wife the real cock she obviously is missing!" I continued.

Tom simply leaned forward and began to suck my cock. I turned to Karen and said "Have Bitch (Stuart) begin to lick his mothers cunt and arse ready for my cock!"

Karen Nodded and pulled Stuart to his mothers side and slapped his arse saying "You heard the master. So start licking and make sure you get well inside her cunt and arse with your tongue!"

The couple immediately set about the task at hand, I then instructed Karen to have cum slut (Sally) lick her cunt and arse. They moved to one side and Karen sat on Sally's face.

Soon the room was full of female voices groaning; I pulled my now hard cock from Slut's mouth and moved over to Old slut. I informed Bitch to go suck slut's cock but to deliver the load into the glass where his first load was still laying.

I knelt behind Old slut and eased my prick into her cunt, a couple of thrusts later, I was buried to my balls in her tight wet cunt. She began to get really vocal saying "Oh Yes, I love the feel of a real cock, so deep inside me!" I slapped her arse.

"Oh Yes Master, Show that worthless fucking husband of mine how a real man fucks his bitch" "Deeper Master, oh how I wish I had this cock to fuck me every minute of every day" she continued. I saw Karen grimace when she heard this. It was the first time I had ever seen Karen get jealous.

Soon Carol's orgasm broke and she was wailing like a banshee, as I slipped my prick from her cunt and plunged it up her arse in one go. He went ridged at the sudden intrusion of her anal canal, but such was her arousal that at the self same moment another orgasm wracked her body. I began the see saw motion of fucking her anal ring.

Tom suddenly announced he was going to cum and a scramble for the glass just about got in place in time as he poured his cum to mix with his son's. Karen was still directing the inexperienced tongue of Sally to where it gave most pleasure and was soon joining the climatic scene.

I pulled my cock from Carol's arse and had Stuart, lick it clean. Then I had Karen tie Sally to the dining room table face down and I was soon buried in her cunt. Tom was then allowed to fuck his own son's arse but not allowed to cum up him, again his load had to be added to the glass. Meanwhile Carol had to suck her son's cock again adding the spunk to the glass whilst Karen was licking Carol's freshly fucked cunt and arse.

Again just as Sally broke into her orgasm, I switched to her arse and slowly eased my cock up her anal canal. I kept pausing to allow her to get used to the intrusion after all, as I correctly guessed this was her first taste of anal and wanted to make it as pleasurable as possible for her.

This time I shot my load deep in her arse and afterwards instructed Tom to lick her arse and suck out my deposit.

By now it was late and most if not all participants were tired, so I announced that we were nearly at the end for tonight. "Just the matter of punishment for Carol and the disposal of the contents of the glass" I announced.

I had Carol stand, spread her legs then lean forward to grip her ankles. I then took the 10" paddle from my bag and said "For disrespecting my the other day you shall receive three slaps from everyone here on your arse, eighteen in all"

She looked puzzled "How am I to give myself the slaps, master?" she queried.

"You will go stand in the corner on tiptoe and with your mouth lips touching the wallpaper, you will reach behind you and apply the paddle, that is after the others have finished there turns though!" I instructed her.

Sally went first; Carol's arse cheeks barely blushed. Karen then went and to be honest I think the jealousy thing reared its head again as Carol's cheeks turned a much brighter red colour. Then Tom had his three slaps before Stuart added three more, I stroked her burning arse and then applied my own three slaps.

Carol then stood up, moved to the corner and on tiptoe kissed the wallpaper as she applied the first of her three slaps. She could not balance on tiptoe between the slaps but I allowed her to continue. She turned Red arsed and slightly blushing. I Turned to Karen and said "You took too much upon yourself with the heavy handed slaps you applied"

She immediately looked at the floor and said "Sorry Master"

"Carol will now give you double what you gave her!" I announced. Karen immediately lent forward and grabbed her ankles. "NO, on tiptoes in the centre of that wall and your lips should touch the wall" I demanded.

She moved to where I indicated and carried out the commands. Carol applied the six strokes with a fair hand, not too heavy or too light. I then took the glass and called Tom and Stuart forward, made them kneel before me as I tipped the glass half over Tom's forehead and the rest over Stuart's forehead. I waited till the thick white cream began to slide down their faces before telling them to lick clean each other's faces.

I then allowed every one to dress and we sat around for a further half an hour discussing what they thought of their first time as slaves to a single master. In general they all agreed that it was erotic and exciting and they could not wait to sample it again. In fact Carol invited us over again for a party in two weeks. We declined but invited them to our house instead the same date.
I gave then specific instructions as to what each of them was allowed to wear at that party.

Part 1.
"You will wear this all the time, unless told to remove it!" I instructed her. "Now we are going for a little walk!" I continued.

We set off until we saw the lights of a burger stall and I suddenly said "Wow, I suddenly feel hungry! I think we will have a burger snack!"

"Please Master, may I cover up then?" she begged.

"Why was it not here in this forest you actually enjoyed giving blow jobs whilst virtually naked and were it not here that you got fucked by a large black cock" I demanded.

Karen meekly nodded and we went to the burger stall where the guy cooking the food stared openly at Karen. "Show him your new charm?" I instructed her.

She slowly walked forward till her waist was pressed against the serving counter. The Chef leaned forward and took hold of the name plate and read aloud 'Ray's Slut'.

He looked at me and smiled, before saying "I take it your Ray"

I nodded as I noticed him gently pulling on the chain stretching even further Karen's nipples. I placed my order and waited; reluctantly he released the chain and walked to the door of the stall. Calling me over he said "Would I be allowed to feel those great looking tits?"

"Maybe, but what is in it for me?" I asked.

"Free food and drink for a ten minute feel of her charms!" he replied.

"I take it you mean all her charms, not just her tits" I responded.

He nodded and smiled. "OK but no fucking, you may tease her arse and cunt, you may even suck her tits, but absolutely no fucking" I offered.

"You're on Man" he said.

So he went over to Karen and I instructed her to allow him to feel her anywhere he wanted but not to allow any fucking and that included finger fucking. He immediately began to suck on her left breast whilst sliding a hand up under her skirt, he had her hips thrusting as he rubbed her cunt; and when I announced his time was up he withdrew his hand and raised it to his nose.

Smelling the cunt juice he then licked his hand clean before returning inside his stall washed his hands and prepared two burgers and two coffees. "You know you really should bring her here on a Friday night around 9.30 pm!" he said.

"Oh why is that?" I asked.

"Usually there are a group of bikers that turn up her with their molls, and they would love to play with your slut here, male and females that is!" He continued.

"You never know!" I ventured. "You never know"

With that we took our burgers and drinks and walked back to the car, Karen admitted she felt really horny as he played with her and the thought of being in the centre of a group play like he suggested both frightened and excited her.

We finished eating the food and slowly drove home, with Karen still displaying her charms, although she did duck down in the seat as a police car pulled beside us at a set of traffic lights. I think she was too late as the two police officers simply smiled in our direction.

As we pulled away, the police car tucked in behind us and on a quiet stretch of road; the blue lights came on and I had to pull in. It was time for my heart to race as I knew that under the obscenities law we could be guilty of flashing.

The First officer walked up to my side of the car and asked me to step out. The second officer did likewise but on Karen's side of the car and walked her round to my side. Both the officer's then examined the chain and name plate attached to Karen's nipples.

"I think we should book them" The first one said.

"No hang on, after all we don't exactly love the paperwork, do we?" replied the second.

"Are you both prepared to do what we tell you in exchange for a caution, or should we take you to the police station and charge you" said the first one.

"Whatever you say; we will do!" Karen quickly responded.

I nodded and was then told to sit back in the car. Karen then had to raise her skirt and finally had to give both officer's a blow job allowing them to cum over her tits. She looked at me as she agreed.

She was then returned to the passenger side of the car still drenched in the white streaks of their spunk. We were told to fuck off before they changed their minds and to watch the speed limit.

I pulled away sharply and finally managed to get home without any further incident. Karen Confessed that she loved being made to suck their cocks; and felt even closer to me because her actions had saved me from prosecution; with that she went into the shower room and took a leisurely shower before joining me in bed. She relived the evening giving me her side of things, including feelings and impressions not to mention her level of horniness.

I wake to feel your hand gently caressing my cheek. Smiling, I open my eyes sleepily... turning to you. Startled... I see that you are fully dressed, and the sun is shining brightly. My eyes fly to the clock, and I see that it is 8:30... that it is very late!!!

"Good morning sweetheart," you say to me.

"Baby, why did you let me sleep so late?" I ask you. "Now we're going to be late for work. And what about getting the girls off to school?"

"I got the girls off to school love, don't worry. And we're taking a vacation day today. I arranged it with our bosses last week."

"Why honey?" I ask you.

"Today begins another phase of your training my love," you tell me. "Today, you will experience what it is like to be served, and receive pleasure from a woman."

My eyes fly to yours in shock... dismay...horror. I flinch, and tears begin to well up in my eyes. I try to turn my head away from you.

You pull my face back toward you gently. "I know what you're thinking my love. You're thinking that I promised you that I would never touch another woman, or allow another woman to touch me, and that now I'm breaking that promise. That's what you're thinking, isn't it?"

I nod, the tears spilling over, my heart breaking.

"Have I ever broken a promise to you my beloved?" you ask.

I shake my head no, still crying.

"What I said to you a moment ago is that YOU are going to experience what it is to be served, and receive pleasure from a woman... I said nothing about me. The slave that will be serving you today will not touch me, nor will I touch her. I will receive my pleasure today solely from watching her serve you. Perhaps I will masturbate as she does so... or perhaps I will wait until the session is over, and then I will take you. I will make that decision later. But that is all. I love you my Little One... I will never break a promise to you."

"But Steven... Master," I begin to protest. "You know that I am not bi... I have no interest in women."

"You do not have to touch her, or bring her pleasure my love. I'm not asking you to do that. You are not ready for that, and may never be, and that is fine. But you will allow her to serve you today, to please me. Is that understood?"

"Yes my Master," I whisper.

"Good... now come with me my love," you say.

I push the sheet back, and sit on the side of the bed, putting on my glasses. Standing, I put on the short black silk robe I keep by the side of the bed in case one of the girls needs me during the night. I then follow you down the hall, toward the bathroom. Just outside the bathroom door, I see a young woman of perhaps 30, kneeling. On the other side of the bathroom door, I see a chair.

We walk up to the bathroom, and you introduce us. "My love, this is Susan. She is the slave of a domme that I know, who has loaned her to us for today. Susan, this is my wife, Ann."

"Hello Susan," I say shyly.

"Hello Mistress," she replies.

It feels strange, being addressed as Mistress, and I look around nervously. I see the bathtub filled with a steaming bubble bath.

"Mistress, perhaps you would like a few moments of privacy to use the bathroom. I will go make your tea while you do so." Susan says, and then walks away toward the kitchen.

I look over at you.

"Go ahead love... use the bathroom, and put your contacs in."

I go in, and close the door softly. Pausing for a moment, I take a deep breath, trying to quiet the butterflies in my tummy. After using the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and putting in my contac lenses, I slowly open the door.

I see that you are sitting in the chair that was placed outside the bathroom, and that Susan is returning from the kitchen, carrying a cup of steaming tea.

Walking into the bathroom next to me, she places the cup of tea on the vanity next to the sink. Reaching over to me, she unties the belt that is holding my robe closed, and gently slides it from my shoulders. Taking my hand, she pulls me gently to the tub, and helps me in to the fragrant water, and hands me the cup of tea.

Kneeling next to the tub, she says, "Master Michael has given me my instructions for today Mistress. I know this is new to you, but know that nothing I am going to do today will harm you in any way. I am here simply to serve you, and bring you pleasure."

In finished my tea, and handed her the cup, not knowing what to expect next. Susan took the cup, saying, "just relax in the warm water for a few moments please Mistress. I will be right back."

I leaned back against the plastic bath pillow, and looked over towards Master.

"I love you my Little One," you say to me. "Just relax, and enjoy."

"I love you my Master... and I will try. You know I want to please you."

"I know you do Little One... and your obedience today is pleasing me."

Susan returned from the kitchen, and again knelt by the tub. She reached into a bag that was next to the tub that I had not noticed, and pulled out a soft fur-like wash mitt, and a bottle of body bath gel. After placing the mitt on her hand, she dipped it into the tub, and poured the bath gel onto the mitt. It had a beautiful strawberry scent, just like the bubble bath. Reaching for the arm closest to her, she began to wash me gently. The fur-like material of the bath mitt felt wonderful as it glided over my skin. Up my arm, and over my chest... as she began to gently wash my breasts, I shivered with delight.

"You are beautiful Mistress," Susan whispered softly.

I looked down, blushing. I had never had a woman admire my body before. "Thank you," I said shyly.

Moving lower, Susan washes my tummy... again the soft fur-like material of the mitt sends a shiver through me.

"Lift your leg please Mistress," Susan says. I do so, and she gently washes my leg, down my calf, over my foot, and back up the inside of my leg.

She rinses the mitt in the bath water, then reaches down next to the tub and brings out a small plastic backrest. She positions it in the tub, about 6 inches in front of the water faucet.

"Turn around so that I may do your other side please Mistress," she requests softly.

I do so, and Susan repeats the process, washing my arm, across my chest, around and over my breasts, down over my stomach, and then up and down my leg. She then requests that I lean forward, so that she may wash my back. The softness of the mitt feels absolutely wonderful gliding over me. Susan then reaches up, and removes the hand-held shower massage from the holder, and turns on the water, adjusting it so that the temperature is perfect.

"Lean your head back please Mistress, so that I may wash your hair for you," she requests.

Thinking how wonderful this pampering is, I comply, closing my eyes. After she wets my hair thoroughly, she applies a strawberry scented shampoo, and begins to wash my hair, massaging my scalp gently. A soft sigh of appreciation escapes me.

Susan rinses the soap from my hair, and then requests, "Mistress, please kneel so that I may wash your pussy." I turn scarlet, and glance over at you. You nod at me to do as she instructed.

I rise to my knees. Susan reaches for the bath mitt again, squeezing more body gel onto it. "Spread your legs apart please Mistress," she requests gently. I comply, blushing furiously. She gently soaps my mound, down my right thigh, and up my left. I tense... waiting... as her hand approaches the lips of my pussy.

I reach down and stop the progress of her hand. "Please... I... I can do that myself." I say.

"ANN!" you say sharply. "You WILL allow Susan to continue. That is an order."

I gulp... knowing I have displeased you... distressed at doing so. "Yes my Master... I... I'm sorry," I whisper.

Susan resumes her task... the bath mitt sliding it's way closer and closer to the lips of my pussy. As she brushes the bath mitt over them, I gasp. The feeling is so soft... so wonderful. She reaches out with her left hand, spreading the lips of my pussy apart... and then strokes me softly with the bath mitt. I let out a soft moan... the fur-like material of the mitt is stroking me right over my clit. I clutch the side of the bathtub as she continues to stroke me... knowing that if she continues as she is doing, she will make me cum.

You know me well... watching my face as I near my orgasm. "Ann," you say.

"Yes my Master?"

"You may not cum yet."

I gasp... dismayed. "Please my Master," I beg. "Please allow me to cum for you."

"I said no... not yet."

I groan aloud... I am so very close to cumming. I struggle to hold back as you order... but Susan is continuing to stroke my clit. God!! I don't think I can hold back!

"Susan," you say. "That is enough."

"Yes Master Michael," she replies.

I drop back into the water... my legs trembling too much to hold me any more in my kneeling position. Susan allows me to stay in the water for a few moments... to regain my composure.

"Please stand now Mistress, so that I may rinse the soap off of you," she requests.

I do so... my legs still trembling. I feel the warm water cascading over me... rinsing all of the soap from my body.

"Step from the tub so that I may dry you now please Mistress."

I step out of the tub... your gaze holding mine. I glance down, and see that your cock is hard... you are enjoying watching Susan bathe me. I look back up into your eyes... your gaze holds mine. She finishes drying me... I hadn't even noticed that she was doing so.

"Come to the bedroom now please Mistress," she requests softly.

I reach for my black silk robe... to cover myself, but you stop me. "No," you say. "Follow Susan just the way you are."

I sigh softly... but obey your orders. As I enter the bedroom, I hear music playing softly, and see two strawberry scented candles burning on the dresser. Looking over at the bed, I see a towel folded in half, laying in the center. I am nervous... wondering what is going to happen next. It is not long before I find out.

"Lay down please Mistress, Master Michael wants me to shave your pussy now," Susan requests.

I gasp, and my eyes fly to yours... begging.

"Do it my Little One," you say. You sit down in the chair that has been placed at the side of the bed.

As I lay down on the bed, Susan disappears for a few moments, and returns carrying a tray containing a bowl of hot water, some shaving gel, a razor, a washcloth, and a towel. She places the tray on the bed next to my hips, and sits down on the bed next to me.

"I will not hurt you Mistress," she says. "I have been very well trained by my Mistress in how to shave a woman's pussy."

She picks up the shaving gel, and applies some directly to my mound, then spreads it over my mound with her fingers. Picking up the razor, she dips it in the hot water, and begins to shave me with gentle strokes. Since I keep myself shaves for you, there is not much hair there to remove, and finishes shaving my mound quickly.

"Master Michael?" she asks. "Do you wish me to shave Mistress' pussy lips also Sir?"

"Yes," you reply.

Susan lifts the tray. "Spread your legs please Mistress, with your knees bent."

I comply, and she applies gel to her hand, and gently smoothes it over my pussy lips. I am blushing again... not used to being touched there by any woman other than my doctor. She rinses her hand, wipes it dry on the towel, and picks up the razor. Stretching my pussy lips tight with her left hand, she begins to shave me there with short swift strokes. After she is finished, she takes the washcloth, dips it in the water, and gently washes away any remaining traces of the shaving gel. After drying me, she returns the supplies to the bathroom.

I look over at you... hoping that I am pleasing you.

"I love you my Little One," you say softly.

"I love you my Master... with all my heart," I reply.

Susan returns, and I tense... wondering what is going to happen now.

"Master Michael has instructed me to give you a massage now Mistress," Susan says. "Please turn over onto your stomach."

A massage...I think to myself... that's not so bad. I roll over onto my tummy, and cradle my head in my arms.

I feel something warm, trickling over my shoulder blades, and realize that Susan is pouring oil... strawberry scented oil... on my back. Susan starts to massage, firmly but gently. I sigh... feeling the tension from the work week drain from me as she works her way down my back... across my ass, and down the backs of my thighs. As she works, I allow myself to drift off... floating... relaxing.

"Please turn over now Mistress, so that I may massage the front of your body."

My eyes fly open in shock. NO!! But I know that if I say that word aloud, you will punish me. I roll over onto my back slowly, and gaze over at you. You get up from the chair, and sit down on the side of the bed next to me. Leaning over, you kiss me passionately. Pulling you to me, I return the kiss.

You end the kiss... reluctantly I think.

"Not yet my Little One. I am going to take you... but not yet." In saying that, you reach out, and put my blindfold over my eyes. I feel you get up from the bed, and hear you sit back down in the chair.

I begin trembling... unsure of what is going to happen, but having a feeling that I might not like it.

Once more I feel warm scented oil trickling over my body... this time in a line from my neck, down through the valley between my breasts, over my stomach, and down to my pussy. I feel Susan's hands once again begin to massage the oil in... first down my arms, and back up. Now I feel her fingers spreading the oil out over my breasts... around the fullness... working in circles that grow smaller and smaller inward towards my nipples. I realize that they are getting hard as her touch nears them... that I am becoming aroused by her touch. My mind curses my traitorous body... not wanting to become aroused by a woman's touch... wanting only the touch of my love... my Master.

Her fingers are at my nipples now... twisting them into hard peaks. Unable to help myself, I let out a soft moan of pleasure. As I do so, her fingers begin to work in circles again... this time growing larger, until again they are going around the fullness of my breasts. Her hands cup them... hold them up... suddenly I feel lips... her lips... close around the hardened nipple of my right breast. Her tongue begins to tease the nipple, coaxing it into ever ripening hardness. Leaving my right breast, she begins to do the same to my left... coaxing that nipple into a fuller hardness.

Her hand lets go of my right breast, and moves down my body, spreading the oil as she goes. I realize that her hand is heading unerringly towards my pussy... and that my pussy is becoming wet again. I moan softly, and try to move away from her hand.

"Ann," you command. "You will allow Susan to continue."

I whimper... I do not want this... do not want the touch of another woman... do not want to be aroused by another woman. But I want to please you my beloved Master... to make you proud of me. My body stills... no longer attempting to evade her questing fingers.

With her hand, she opens my legs. Her mouth and tongue are still teasing my left nipple... keep it hard. Her fingers spread some of the oil from my mound, down into my slit... over my outer pussy lips... then over the inner lips... sliding upward... OH GOD!!!... over and around my clit. I am fiercely aroused now... my clit hard and full. She dips one finger inside my hot pussy... then returns to my clit... teasing it... going in circles around it, then back and forth across it.

I am moaning... my orgasm approaching swiftly.

Your voice... once again... says, "No Ann... you may not cum yet."

I cry out... gasping... "Please my Master... please... allow me to cum for you.. I beg of you!"

"I said NO! You may NOT cum yet! Do you understand me?"

I struggle to hold back... to obey you. The effort is almost too much...

"Stop Susan," you say.

To my relief she does... I know I would not have been able to hold back for more than another few seconds.

After a brief pause.. I hear a sound... a sound I know well. Susan now has a vibrator... a vibrator she must be going to use on me!

She presses it gently against my neck... moving it slowly down... over and around the nipples she was so recently sucking. Then further down my body... over my tummy... down... and runs it teasingly around my clit. I groan... thrusting my body toward the vibrator... wanting it on my clit... wanting to cum. Susan rests it against my clit for an all to brief moment... allowing my body to once more surge toward orgasm. She then slides it into me... little by little... going deeper... deeper.

I suddenly realize she is no longer sitting along side me... but is between my legs! I feel her fingers... spreading the lips of my pussy wide... and then... OH GOD NO!!!!!! I feel a tongue... HER tongue... begin to lick my clit... at first teasing it... going in circles around it. I can't help myself... I push my hips upward... wanting her to lick my clit... wanting to cum... desperately wanting to cum!

Susan begins to move the vibrator in and out of my pussy... the pussy that is hot now... so very hot. I feel her tongue begin to lick my clit... not teasing it any longer.. but licking it. Fiercely. Faster and faster. As she is licking, she is fucking me with the vibrator.

I cry out, "MASTER... PLEASE... PLEASE MAY I CUM FOR YOU??!!!!"

"Yes my slave... you may cum now... cum for ME... your Master!"

My body explodes... convulses... wave upon wave of orgasm rushing over me. Finally, I lay there spent... unable to move... to speak... to even think. I am in a daze... unaware that Susan is no longer licking me, and has removed the vibrator from my pussy. I hear... as if from a distance, you telling her that she has done well, and that her Mistress has a slave she can be proud of. I vaguely hear her whispered thanks, and then sound of the door closing.

I hear the sound of you removing your clothes, and the feel you lay down on the bed next to me. You take me in your arms, holding me. I feel that you are erect... your cock hard against my body. You slide the blindfold from my eyes, and I look into yours... hoping to see that I have pleased you. Your eyes are blazing with passion.

"Your Master is going to take you now Little One," you tell me. You roll over on top of me and enter me with one long sure thrust. I gasp at your entry... you are so hard... so big. You begin moving in and out... thrusting harder... faster... and once again my body surges towards a shattering climax. I cry out... almost there... almost ready to cum again...

"WAIT Little One... you will wait for your Master," you command.

I struggle to hold back... to wait as you have ordered. But to no avail. My orgasm breaks over me... my body arching in ecstasy. Only seconds later, your climax sweeps over you... you groan as you empty your hot cum into my waiting pussy. You collapse on top of me... both of us breathing fast.

You roll off me, pulling me into your arms. I cuddle close, my head on your chest, my eyes closing sleepily.

You sense that I am dozing off... and tilt my chin up so that I can look into your eyes.

"I love you my Little One," you say. "You did please me today with regard to your training, so I am not going to punish you for cumming when I told you to wait." Kissing my lips softly, you allow me to drift off into sleep.

Larry and I have been married for almost five years, but our marriage has been in trouble since the honeymoon. Unfortunately, I waited until I was thirty-six to get married, because it was important for me to marry the right man. My long wait proved to be in vain.

I admit that I am a bit spoiled, and I prefer having things my own way. I must also admit that when Larry first came into my life, he was very considerate of me. He was very romantic, and he pampered me endlessly.

His sweet behavior quickly stopped after we got married, however. When he also stopped helping out with the household chores, I began holding back on my sexual favors. Before long, our love life deteriorated to an occasional quickie once, and maybe sometimes, twice a month.

To be honest, I didn't miss having sex with Larry because it was never very good to begin with. He focused on his own pleasure, and usually rolled over to fall asleep soon after he came.

Unknown to him, I had become very close to Betty, my beautiful next door neighbor. It just so happens that she's bi-sexual. She took me under her wings and taught me the wonderful pleasures of feminine sex. Sex with her is so wonderfully blissful! After a few months of lovemaking with Betty, I cut Larry off altogether. Oh sure, he grumbled and complained for a while, but eventually he quieted down. Since there had been a time when we had sex more than once a day due to his annoying persistence, his eventual indifference made me wonder how on earth he managed without any pussy.

I accounted for all of Larry's time. I even called him at different times each day at work. Every time I called, he was there. So if the wimp was having an affair, I couldn't imagine how. He really had me stumped until a few months ago.

On my way to work one morning about six months ago, I realized that I had forgotten a dress that I wanted to return during my lunch hour. So I returned home to fetch it. Larry was in the bathroom with the both the shower and the overhead fan running, so he didn't hear me come in. As usual, he left the door slightly ajar to let some steam out of the room.

Was I ever shocked! There was my celibate hubby sitting on the toilet jerking-off! I had never known him to beat off prior to that. In fact, he even pretended to despise guys who did. I suddenly wondered if he might be jerking off every morning after I had safely left the house.

I almost burst through the door to embarrass him, but I'm glad that something held me back! As I stood there and quietly watched him, I not only felt amused, but I also began to feel gratified that I had reduced him to masturbating for release! Suddenly, a devious idea popped into my head. If I could somehow capture his wanking on videotape, I could really have my way with him! Not only would I have him helping out with the household chores again, I could get him to do all the work! I felt confident that I could even turn him into my little subbie boy.

I knew that Betty would be tickled pink with my idea. Thanks to her, I had already been studying some female dominant material online. For the past couple years, she had been egging me on to dominate Larry like she had been dominating her own hubby.

Although I had never given it serious though before, at that moment, just thinking about dominating Larry started to make my pussy wet. So instead of "catching" him, I allowed him to continue wanking. My mind raced as I wondered how to ensnare him. I arranged to start work late the next morning, but I left the house at the usual time. I drove a few blocks away, and had a cup of coffee at McDonald's. Then I returned to the house again. Sure enough, I found Larry was sitting on the crapper while running both the overhead fan and the hot water in the shower.

The bathroom was steamy, but through the small opening of the door, I could still clearly see him beating his meat. And this time he was holding a pair of my used panties up to his face. They were the panties I'd left in the laundry hamper the night before.

Since I do my laundry on Sunday nights, my panty-sniffing husband had none to play with on Monday morning. He's a clever little panty slut using only my dirty panties! Had he been using my clean ones, I surely would have noticed!

I watched as Larry increased his tempo. When he finally started to cum, I quickly but quietly left the house. I felt elated to catch him again, because I felt more certain that he was jerking off on each work morning. If this were the case, it would be fairly easy to hatch my devious little scheme. As soon as I got to work, I called Betty and revealed my plan to her. She was absolutely delighted, and insisted that I stop by her house before returning home from work.

When I got there, Betty behaved like an excited, teen-aged girl. She had arranged for her sub hubby to borrow some high tech surveillance equipment from the police department he works for. Betty made him bring it home during his lunch hour.

Of course, I agreed to let her watch whatever I was able to film. She also suggested that if I got what I wanted on film, we should force Larry to give us both a live performance of his masturbation skills. She certainly didn't have to twist my arm!

I left hurriedly, since I wanted to get the camera into the house before Larry got home. I didn't arrive a moment too soon, for I heard the garage door opening just as I was hiding the camera!

I pretended to leave for work the next morning, but I had arranged to take the day off. I went to a nice restaurant and treated myself to a big breakfast, then returned home an hour later. By then, Larry had left for the day.

I first checked my dirty panties in the laundry hamper. I had folded them in such a way that I would notice if they had been tampered with. I was glad to discover that my jerk off hubby had played with them once again. Now I was absolutely certain to catch him!

Setting up the camera took some doing, because I needed to place the camera lens as low as possible. Otherwise the steam may have clouded up the lens. Thank God the high tech stuff is so tiny! I placed the lens in the heater vent and ran the wire all the way downstairs into the furnace room. I connected it to the camera, and hid it where Larry would never find it. What a job! It took me almost four hours to get it done!

The next morning I turned the camera on just before I left the house. Work couldn't go by fast enough, since I was dying to get back home. I even left work a half hour early.

When I arrived home, my phone was already ringing. It was Betty, of course. Two minutes later, she was letting herself into my house as I was rewinding the videotape.

Sure enough, just as Larry had done all week long, he wanked off again. We watched him play with his six inch cock just like a pre-teen boy. This time, he had two of my soiled panties. He held one held to his face, and wore the other around his ankles!

What a thrilling feeling it was to watch Larry's stellar performance in my blackmail video! My pussy got soaking wet thinking about all the things he would be doing for me in the near future! And Betty squealed in delight!

We watched Larry cum so hard that his first jet of jism hit the bottom of his chin! He used his fingers to wipe his cum off of his chin, then licked his fingers clean! Betty and I both giggled like teenagers, knowing that we had captured far more than we had hoped for! Betty reluctantly left just minutes before Larry arrived. But she invited me over later that night to further discuss ensnaring my unsuspecting husband. When Larry arrived home the next evening, I told him that I had a surprise for him. Looking cautiously intrigued, he sat down with me to watch the videotape. My pussy tingled with excitement as I watched the horror on his face! He was speechless as he watched himself jerk off on our projection screen TV. Larry's shock soon turned into anger. He yanked the remote out of my hand and shut the TV off. I couldn't help but to giggle. This incensed him even more. He jumped off the couch, ran to the VCR, and ejected the tape. I watched as he angrily destroyed the tape.

I calmly told him that ruining the tape wasn't going to help him at all. Like it or not, I now knew that he was a big time jag off artist. He looked at me with fire in his eyes, threw the tattered tape across the room, and approached me menacingly.

Although scared, I held my ground and shouted that if he even touched me, I would distribute the tape to everyone he knows. It took a moment for Larry to realize just how serious I was, but he finally got a grip on his anger and asked me why I was doing this to him.

I explained that I was sick of doing the domestic chores, and from this day forth, he would be taking over for me. It thrilled me to no end to spell out in detail, each and every chore that he would now be doing.

I asked Larry if he understood. I expected resistance, and was surprise when he just drooped his head and acknowledged that he did! I immediately realized that I had him over a barrel, and decided to push him even further.

I told him that in addition to all of his new chores, he would now have to obey any and all future instructions that I gave him. He would also have to address me as Goddess in all private settings. My drenched pussy tingled maddeningly when he drooped his head even more and said, "Yes, Goddess!" Now on a roll, I explained that since Betty had helped, I had promised to include her in his humiliation and training. I can't even remotely describe how thrilling it was to see Larry's face flush so deeply! I handed him the phone and instructed him to invite Betty over. I watched as he grudgingly made the call.

Two minutes later, Betty joined us. I quickly brought Betty up to date, and explained that Larry was about to jerk off for our entertainment. Larry pleaded with me in vain. I instructed him to strip naked and kneel before me. When he hesitated, I threatened to distribute the tapes. Larry still balked, so I said, "Fine, jag off."

I looked at Betty and said, "Come on, let's go."

We started to leave, but Larry suddenly broke down and pleaded for me to stay. I told him that if he ever tested me like that again, I wouldn't give him another chance. I'd distribute the tapes for sure.

Larry quickly stripped down and knelt before me. I told him that since he had given me a hard time, he would now also have to eat his cum as well. I instructed him to catch all of his cum in the palm of his hand, but not to ejaculate until I gave him permission to! If he spilled any cum, he would have to do it all over again.

To my surprise, Larry's cock rose to the occasion before he even touched it! Betty noticed it before I did, and gleefully mentioned that he is a born sub. We both giggled, and Larry's face then turned an even deeper shade of red.

I told Larry to begin, and reminded him not to cum without my permission. He must have been quite worked up. In less than two minutes, his face was all contorted as he attempted to hold back his orgasm! Unable to hold back, he stopped stroking himself.

I screamed that I had not given him permission to stop, so Larry resumed beating his meat. Less than a minute later, he lost control. His whole body shook violently as he came hard into the palm of his hand. I could see his intent concentration on catching every drop of cum. After several more thrusts, he finally slumped onto the floor, completely spent.

Although I chastised Larry for cumming without my permission, I was secretly glad that he did. It gave me still another reason to punish him. I told him that as punishment, he would have to cook dinner for Betty and me. Furthermore, he would do this while wearing nothing but an apron. I also explained that eating his cum would be his only dinner tonight. When he looked up at me and gave me a stupid look, I told Larry to go ahead and eat it. He obediently lapped up every drop without hesitation.

Betty commented that he clearly enjoyed his subjugation and that her suspicions about him had been right all along. Little did he know that we had videotaped the entire event!

We enjoyed watching Larry serve us dinner in his apron so much that we decided to have him buy a full French Maid's outfit the very next day. Since it was Friday, Betty stayed overnight. For the first time, Larry realized the true nature of my relationship with Betty. We put Larry in the guest bedroom adjacent to ours, and left both doors open so he could hear our lovemaking long into the night.

The following morning, I had Larry prepare breakfast for us. I allowed him to eat with us. After he cleaned up everything, I reminded that he had to go out and buy the costume today. I also told him to be home by 5pm with a perfect fitting costume, or he would be severely punished.

After Larry left, Betty and I giggled like schoolgirls as we talked about how humiliating Larry's shopping experience would be. The only way he would be able to insure a perfect fit would be to try it on! We originally intended to go along with him, but decided it would be more fun to stay home and make love all day instead, especially now since I didn't have to hide it from Larry anymore.

The only interruption to our lovemaking was when Betty took 5 minutes to take home the videotape that we had made of Larry the night before. We would make a few copies later.

Larry arrived home at 4:45. I immediately told him to put the costume on. Afterwards, Betty and I spent the next hour applying make-up on him. She finally had to go home, so I spent the rest of the evening walking Larry through all of the weekly domestic chores. He was now putty in my hands.

The next day I laid down even more rules. Since Larry had looked ridiculous wearing the maid outfit while having such hairy legs, I made him remove all of his pubic and body hair. It took him almost two hours. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, I closely inspected his body. I gave him my approval and instructed him to keep his body smooth and hairless from now on. Afterwards, I told him to go out and find a CB2000 chastity device, and not to come home without it.

I called Betty and invited her over. We quickly made a video copy of Larry's latest subjugation, and then spent more time in the bedroom together. I can't exactly explain why, and I didn't think it was possible; but since we had gotten Larry under our control, the lovemaking between Betty and I seemed even more delicious!

We were still in the bedroom when Larry returned home. He walked in on us, and just stood there with a strange faraway look on his face. I told him to get out, take a shower, and report back to us naked with his new chastity device in hand.

Betty and I were still sweaty and naked when Larry returned. This time, he meekly knocked on the door. I told him to come in. We sat up on the edge of the bed as he sheepishly walked towards us. Due to Larry's arousal, it took a few minutes for us to get the chastity device in place. Betty had to finally squeeze his balls to get his cock to subside enough. Larry has worn the device ever since. I only free his cock for very special occasions. I can't even describe how thrilling it is to have his cock under such iron-clad control! In addition to all of his domestic chores, he has become my masseuse and groom servant, and also an unadulterated sex toy for both Betty and me. He does all this without being able to cum! Also, every time we introduce something new to Larry, we videotape the session. About three times a month, Larry deep throats my big strap-on dildo for about a half hour before I ream his ass good with it. After his asshole is stretched gaping wide, I remove the dildo, work my finger up his ass, and milk him by massaging his prostate. I just love forcing him to cum with his semi-hard cock locked up in his CB2000. He gets so little pleasure out of it that way! This is one of the best tricks that Betty has ever taught me!

About once a month, I remove the device and allow Larry to masturbate for our amusement. Naturally, we make him eat his cum regardless of the ejaculation method we allow. About two months ago, Betty suggested that since Larry had become such a good cum slut, that maybe we should expand upon the idea. When I asked her how, she explained that Larry's cum isn't the only cum that he could be eating. Her idea appealed to me so much, that I wondered why I hadn't thought of it myself!

My pussy literally got drenched when I visualized Larry sucking cock! Best of all, with all of the videotapes we had made of Larry in action, we had him over a barrel. He had little choice but to comply! When I asked Betty who would help, she told me that she knew this bi-sexual guy, Ron. She explained that he loves to be sucked off by straight guys, especially "virgins" like Larry. Betty got right on the phone and called him. To our delight, Ron agreed to come over the very next night! Larry was wearing his French Maid's outfit, make up, and wig when the doorbell rang. As usual, we had the camera rolling. He was very embarrassed when we made him answer the door dressed that way. When he saw Ron, I thought he would die from humiliation! I could feel the wet spot on my panties quickly grow larger!

We had Larry remove his panties. Then I removed his CB2000. It was the first time his cock had been freed in almost three weeks. I then ordered him kneel on the floor. Ron promptly walked towards Larry, and stopped about two feet away from him. Then Ron very slowly removed his trousers and jockey shorts, displaying a beautiful piece of meat! His cock was almost three inches longer than Larry's, and noticeably thicker too!

It took longer for Larry to protest than I anticipated. He had to know what we had in store for him the moment Ron started removing his pants. Larry finally did protest, but his feeble effort was in vain. All we had to do is remind him of the videotapes, and he quickly shut his mouth.

You should have seen Larry blush when Ron's cock stiffened rock hard. I promised Larry that if he even hesitated for a moment, we would be distributing copies of videotape. Ron told Larry to begin by kissing his cock, explaining that Larry would have to continue kissing it until it pleased Ron enough to allow Larry to lick his cock and balls.

Larry looked over at Betty, but she only scowled at him to do it. The he looked my way, but got no support from me whatsoever. He was doomed to his fate, and he knew it. I felt blissfully delighted to watch Larry gingerly hold Ron's huge man meat his hands and begin softly planting kisses on the head of his prick.

About a minute later, Ron instructed Larry to kiss the entire length of his prick, both on top and along the underside. Before long, Ron instructed Larry to start licking. Ron made Larry lick for a long time before taking it to the next level. Finally, Ron instructed Larry to take his cock into his mouth, and start sucking him off. He also explained exactly how he wanted it done.

Larry realized that the sooner he made Ron cum, the quicker his humiliating ordeal would be over, so he carefully followed Ron's instructions. We all knew that Ron was close to cumming, because the tone of his voice had changed when he instructed Larry to swallow every drop of cum. Betty and I were both quick to add that if he didn't swallow every drop, he would have to do it all over again!

Sure enough, Ron exploded into Larry's mouth less than a minute later. His hot, opaque jism shot out so heavy and quick, that Larry couldn't handle it all. Some of it ran down both sides of his lips and nearly dripped off the bottom of his chin.

Betty and I both giggled with glee when Larry obediently wiped Ron's cum off his face with his fingers, and then lick them clean. The three of us had a good laugh after Betty lifted up Larry's frilly skirt and exposed a raging hard on that had been hiding underneath all along! We then knew for sure that Larry had enjoyed his utterly humiliating subjugation.
Since that night, Ron has been visiting us on a regular basis. We have also been including Frank into one of these sessions each month. Betty and I have stopped milking our husbands. We've also scheduled both of our husband's monthly cum privileges to occur on the same day. Here's what we do on these special monthly sessions:

Ron brings along two, well-hung buddies of his. While Betty and I are getting a good, sound fucking from Ron's buddies, Ron works on our husbands. First, he fucks Larry in the ass while Larry sucks a month's worth of cum through Frank's cock. Then Ron fucks Frank in the ass while Frank sucks a month's worth of cum through Larry's cock. Each month, we switch which husband gets fucked first.

Frank and Larry are soooo horny and frustrated prior to these monthly sessions! They actually look forward to emptying their balls, regardless of the circumstances. They don't even care what we make them do anymore, as long as they get their relief. Of course, being forced to listen to their wives being fucked hard in the background by real men during these sessions adds a tremendous amount of extra humiliation for them both!

Life as a Domme is so sweet, and sex with Betty has never been better! Lately, Betty has been trying to convince me to turn our wimp hubbies into true shemales, and finding two new subs to break in. I'm not too sure about that yet. What do you think?

Mistress Domme