It's too early in the morning for me when I wake up and look at the clock. The alarm is set to go off soon; I turn it off so it won’t wake you. You’ve instructed me to wake you up at 7 this morning. It’s a few minutes till then so I think that I'd better get busy. I sneak under the covers in stealth mode trying not to wake you yet. You’re lying on your side so I crawl beside you and ease myself down so I’m directly in front of your cock. It’s semi hard right now so I take my tongue and run it from the tip all the way to the base in one long lick. I do it again this time feeling your cock harden more under my tongue, you shift and moan softly. I know that you are waking up.
I sit on the bed, slide on my stockings, and put on my shoes. Then I go into the bathroom and put on my makeup and try to decide what to with my hair. I think about putting it up but I know how much you love it down, so I just comb it out. I look in the mirror checking out all views before I leave the bedroom. Damn do I look good. I walk out into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine to sip on while I wait for you.

I then realize that I forgot to put my collar on. I go back into the master suite, get it off the dresser and put it on. Not a good thing for me to forget especially tonight. I want everything to be perfect for you and us. I’m of course wearing the flat silver necklace with the diamonds on it that you gave me for when I’m out in public. It looks great with my dress; I’m thinking that you had it all planned. I glance at the clock you should be home soon.

You also had told me when you called earlier that I didn’t have to greet you like usual tonight. I go back to the master suite again and into the bathroom just to make sure that I still look perfect for you. I’m walking back out of the bedroom back towards the den when I see you walking towards me; I hadn’t heard you come home. You take one look at me and stop in your tracks.

"Wow baby look at you, you look awesome!!" you tell me as your eyes roam over my body.

I tell you thank you and I love this dress. You tell me you're welcome and that you're glad I love it because I look so good in it. You take me in your arms and kiss me your hands on my bare back moving down to my ass.

You tell me that you need to take a quick shower; change and then you'll be ready to go. I ask if you need my help and you tell me no that won’t be necessary. I go back into the kitchen get my wine and sit down on the couch in the den to wait for you. A short time after that you come out all fresh from your shower and dressed, you look so handsome. You ask me if I’m all ready to go and I tell you that I am.

We walk out to the car and you open my door and help me in the car holding the back of my dress up so when I sit down my bare ass will be on the cool leather seat. You get in and back down the driveway and we're off. Without a command from you I spread my legs wide for you; seeing this you put your hand on my thigh and move it up towards my pussy. You start to stroke my clit with your finger. I softly moan; it feels so good. You continue to stroke me and I begin to rub my pussy against your hand. Moaning more and moving with your hand as you slide your fingers in and start to fuck my pussy. Your thumb rubbing on my clit now and your fingers fucking me harder, I need to cum very soon. I lean back more into the seatback and buck against your hand as my orgasm approaches. Sensing how close I am to cumming you tell me to cum for you. I moan loudly and cum just as we pull up in front of the restaurant.

Life, I had an average life. I was an average girl, you know, the usual long blond hair, blue eyes 34 C (not quite a full C, but a C nonetheless) chest, a dancer’s body, a big ass, but all muscle. Nothing special ever happened and I was fine with that. I was content with life. But life started changing when my fiancé and I moved away from home. I started dancing at this great after high school dance academy. We’d compete and I was top of the team. Anyways, about a year ago, normal and average no longer described my life.

“Alright Gwinn, go get cleaned up, you’ve worked hard enough, you can go home,” my coach said as I completed my newest dance routine.

See, to be the best, you have to work the hardest. That had always been my motto. So after everyone would leave, I’d work hard with my coach to perfect everything. As I headed into the showers I saw out of the corner of my eye Isabella. Recently Isabella got caught making out with a girl from another team at a recent competition, soon thereafter she came out of the closet. It didn’t bother me, I treated her no different than I had before, but she took a lot of shit from everyone. The academy even told her that if she didn’t keep her sexual orientation on the DL she’d be kicked out, stupid Nazis. Anyways, she followed me into the bathroom and started mocking me because I had a scout who had been watching me for a least a month now.
“Ooo look, it’s Gwinn, precious Gwinn.”

“Oh shut up Isabella, you know, if you actually practiced, you could be good again.”

“What do I care about these people, they all hate me anyways.”

“Oh whatever,” I said as I rolled my eyes and turned around and continued undressing.
“Hey Gwinn, let’s make out!”

Now, Isabella had always had this running gag with everyone, she got a kick out of freaking the other girls out, stupid homophobes. She just figured that if she got under their skin first, they wouldn’t get a chance to get under hers. We didn’t talk much, minus her giving me shit for being the best, so she never really played her joke on me. I wasn’t sure how to respond to her comment though. I mean, I was straight…sort of. I was in love with my fiancée and was so excited for us to get married, but ever since I was young I had feelings for girls too. I guess you could call it bi, but whatever. Anyways, Isabella loved playing jokes and she loved being a sadist. No way was I going to let HER ruin my rep.

“No Isabella, I’m not going to make out with you. It doesn’t matter how much alcohol I have in me.”
“Come on, I bet you’ve never even tried kissing a girl.”
“That’s not true. I’ve hooked up with a lot of girls.”

“Oh so you are a closet gay, I knew it!”

“No Isabella, I’m not, I’m in love with Corry you know that!”
“So are you saying your bi?”

“Um….”

I turned around and faced her, completely stark naked. Now before this day, I had thought nothing of it. Like I said, I didn’t treat her any different. The other girls wouldn’t dare let her see them naked after she “came out” but I figured she’d already seen me naked before, what’s the difference if she sees me now? But this time, I noticed her gawking at my boobs and then looking up and down my body.
“Isabella, my face is up here.”

“I knew it. You are bi aren’t you? I had hoped so, ever since I first saw you. I mean I really had hoped that you were lesbian, but I knew how in love with Corry you were so I just hoped...”

I quickly interrupted her, “Isabella! Stop. Look I need to go get ready to go home; I’ll talk to you later.”
“Don’t deny it, you want to kiss me.”

I couldn’t give into her, she’d expose me, and she’d ruin me.

“Come on Gwinny.” She slowly started walking closer to me. Once she got right in front of me closing me into the corner, she looked at me then at my hands and in one movement grabbed them and held them above my head and kissed me. I gave in a little bit, god; it was so amazing, her big D breasts pressed up against me, her long brown curly hair tickling my cheek. Her plump lips over mine…No, I couldn’t do this, and I quickly struggled to get free and pushed my way through.

“Go away Isabella.” I went to where the showers were and shut the door.
“Come on Gwinn, please just talk to me.”

“Go away.”

“Gwinn…”

“What!?”

“What do I have to do to ask your forgiveness and let me talk to you? Get butt naked put a collar around my neck, give you the leash get on my knees and beg?”
“Ugh.”

“Gwinn…”

“WHAT!”

“Please open the door.”

I reluctantly opened it and stared at her.

“I love you Gwinn. I have since I laid my eyes on you.”

“I…I…I have to get in the shower,” I said as I quickly shut the door forgetting to lock it.

After being in the shower for about 10 minutes, I saw Isabella come in with me.
“Isabella, what the fuck are you doing in here?!”

“I want you Gwinn. I want to be with you, I need you.”

“I love Corry, you know that.”

“Threesome?” She giggled a bit trying to lighten the mood, I just stared at her.

“Look Gwinn…” She began as she inched closer to me. “I love you…” as she continued she grabbed my hands and once again pinned me against the wall, this time, with the shower beating down on us. “I will have you Gwinn.”

She then pressed her naked body up against mine and her light green eyes stared into mine. She then pressed her lips against mine and started kissing me and then she stuck her tongue into my mouth and as she was doing this she took her knee and started forcing my legs apart. She put my hands together so she could hold them with one of hers and she took her other and started going down my body. She first started on my boobs, playing with my nipples, her mouth soon followed. She’d lick and suck them until they were both standing fully erect. She then pulled my leg up and made me set it on the lower soap ledge. Then she took her fingers and started teasing my outer lips, slowly tracing my slit. Each trace she’d go further inside me until her finger ran across my clit. She played with that for a bit, squeezing it and rubbing it. A small moan escaped my lips and she looked up with an evil yet beautiful smile. She then pulled my legs out from under me causing me to fall to the floor of the shower. Continuing to pin my hands down, she lowered her mouth to my pussy and started teasing me with her tongue. She looked up at me once more, then with everything she had tongue fucked me until I came all over her face. My body was shaking and I couldn’t move. She looked at me once more and then got out of the shower, leaving me, sitting there on the floor.

When I got home, I told my fiancé all about what had happened, after we had talked for a while, we decided that I had to find a way to punish her. I mean, she did technically sexually assault me. But I couldn’t tell on her, she’d be kicked out, and that was wrong. So my fiancé and I devised a wonderful plan that would go into action the next day at practice. I told my coach I would only be staying for a little bit after everyone left but my fiancée and I had an appointment so I’d have to leave early. When I went into the locker room after practice, I walked in to see a butt naked Isabella on her knees with a collar around her neck and leash in hand. I looked at her and told her that what she did yesterday was wrong and I’d keep it a secret as long as she agreed to be my bitch and do whatever I told her too at least until one of us left the academy. She agreed. I told her to bring what she had on to my house and be there as soon as she got out of practice, and she better not be late. I then picked up my stuff and headed home.

When I got there my fiancé had done most of the set up. There were only a few things to be done, one of which was get dressed. The doorbell soon rang and I answered it wearing my silky long black robe and invited her in. I took her into a room where the only light was candles and once she was sitting in a chair, my fiancée came out and he and I both removed our robes revealing his black leather underwear with a zipper right over his penis and my black thigh high boots, fishnets black underwear and corset with a whip attached to the side.

“The rules…” I began. “Well, how about this, you figure them out as we go along, but one rule that you must obey, and that is absolutely no one finds out about this, or you will be punished.”

She nodded in agreement. I then pushed the chair backwards sending her crashing to the floor, she let out a little moan and I whipped her.

“You just figured out the first rule, don’t make a sound unless I tell you too, otherwise, you are punished.”

I then snapped my fingers and my fiancé turned on the lights in the room.

I watched her look around the room in awe. There was everything in there. Ropes hanging from the ceiling, a love swing, a metal table with arm and leg clamps, fucking machines, torture devices, and it looked like the set of an S and M porno. I had Corry get her up off the floor and tie her to where her chest was against the wall and her arms and legs were spread wide. I then had him cut off her clothes so she felt the shame I felt after she had left yesterday. I then explained to her, that since she got to fuck me in the shower, I wanted her to be nice and wet when she gets fucked. I pressed a button and water spurted out from the ceiling completely covering her with water. I then had Corry suspend her from the ground with her legs and arms tied up, a rope between her pussy lips, her boobs tied up separately and a gag ball in her mouth. I then picked up a rather large in diameter dildo and told her to meet Pete; Pete was going to fuck her. But it wouldn’t be fun. I then walked around and rubbed her crack from the tip of her ass to the end of her pussy with the tip of Pete then back up again. When I got to her ass hole, I stuck him in, she let out a small cry and I quickly whipped her. “I didn’t tell you to cry now did I?” She shook her head. “Now this is what is going to happen, you are going to suck off Corry until he cums, after he cums, you can make sure to clean up every bit of it.”

She nodded. I then told him to approach her and pull down his zipper; he helped it into her mouth then held her head as she sucked him off. I watched for a little while getting extremely horny the whole time. I then decided to put on a strap on with an attachment that would vibrate on my clit as I fucked her. With Pete still sticking out of her ass, I fucked her pussy, hard. I was being relentless. Once he came, I dropped her to the floor and made sure she licked up every little bit, once she was done, she looked up at me.

“Now, I am going to strap you down to a ribbed fucking machine, and while it fucks the shit out of your pussy, you are going to watch Corry get me off with nothing but his tongue. See, he usually does this every night when I get home, but last night he didn’t get too, so tonight, you get to watch him.” Corry and I then strapped her down and put the speed quite high. Corry then lowered himself down to my pussy which was already dripping wet and he slowly licked me and sucked on my clit then stuck his tongue deep inside me and licked and tongue fucked me until I came, which happened rather quickly because I was so turned on at this point.

Once I came and Corry licked every bit of it up I looked over at Isabella. “Alright bitch, now, you are going to get fucked in the ass by Corry as you lick my pussy, and he’s going to shoot his load in your ass, and as soon as he does you are going to stop licking, if you don’t stop as soon as he’s done, you will be punished. Got it?”

She nodded. Corry and I then got her off the machine and got into position. She started licking on my clit and sucking on it as Corry lowered himself down on her ass. I watched him fuck her ass as she licked and sucked on my pussy, it was such a turn on. I watched him cum inside her and she stopped shortly after. I then slapped her face.

“You stopped too late bitch! Now, this is what we are going to do, you and I are going to use a double ended dildo, but only I can get off, if you cum or moan you will be punished. Got that?” She nodded. As we both got onto the double ended dildo Corry started rubbing my boobs as well as occasionally kissing me and rubbing my clit, she was pathetically trying so hard not to get off as I would rub against her clit when I ground my pussy into hers. Once I came I looked at her, she had came to and covered it quite well. I still slapped her across the face. “You fucking cunt, you came, I told you not to cum!” I slapped her again. A single tear ran down her cheek.
“Ok,” I said. “Now, it’s time for dinner.

I put her collar back on her and the 3 of us walked into the kitchen. I filled a dog dish with bits of what we’d be eating and set in on the floor. “Eat!” I shouted at her. As she began eating Corry put me up on the dinner table and started kissing me then he laid me down and got up on top of me and kissed my neck and chest then slowly started making love to me. It was the best we ever had. I would occasionally look over at her, she looked so sad. After “dinner” was done, I told her I’d be nice and let her go to bed now, so as she went to leave, I shook my head and said no, she’d be staying here. I told her she’d sleep on the floor at the foot of mine and Corry’s bed and I told that if she fingered herself that night, she’d be sorry in the morning…

After three weeks, Tom had still not fucked Vanessa (or Isabella, as he knew her outside the house, or Professor O’Dair, which is how he addressed her in her English seminar). But he had brought her to the house, and it was tacitly understood, that he was her Master, and that his choices where Vanessa was concerned were his own business.

In the meantime, Vanessa was turned over to the loose community of regular patrons and guests. Tom often entered the room while she served a man with her mouth or ass or hands or cunt. Vanessa had joined the house at Tom’s invitation, and she had come to expect, even rely upon, his presence, though he only would sit silently, studying her face, the contortion of her mouth as she cried out, or the ripple of flesh in her hips and breasts as she was fucked, the arch of her foot as she curled herself around yet another lover.

Vanessa always knew when Tom was there. Sometimes she caught a piece of his reflection in a mirror as he stood against a mantel. She might see only his hand, or a length of his leg. Sometimes she never saw him at all but heard his voice as he exchanged words with the man who had just taken her. Away from the house, back in her own home, having become Isabella again, curled on a couch and drinking tea and smoking a cigarette, she wrote in her journal that she didn’t understand why he never fucked her, put his cock in her mouth, used her the way the other men--and a few women--did. He rarely even spoke to her, except in the most blandly courteous way: “Hello, Vanessa.” But since it was he who had given Isabella her slave name, his words held an extra weight. So there were two presences in the room, those of the men who used her, who held her down with their hands on her wrists and their weight between her legs, and Tom’s, who had looked at her in the classroom and figured out what she was and what she had wanted to become, and who made it happen. Under his gaze everything was heightened, her need and shame and pride, and her climaxes were fiercer.

Vanessa stayed at the house most weekends. In her short time there she had become in demand because of her responsiveness to almost anything she was put to. So it happened that Tom found her in a little-used library late on a Sunday afternoon while Geordi fucked her in the ass with slow, deep strokes. Vanessa was laid forward across a desk, propped on her elbows, her fingers extended and digging into the surface. Tom slipped quietly into the room and came to the side of the desk. The only sounds in the room were the lovers’ breathing, thick and punctuated with groans and guttural noises from their throats, and the wet friction of their flesh as Geordi rhythmically thrust into Vanessa’s asshole. Barely audible were other sounds, the chink of metal on wood and the muted sound of small bells attached to the clamps that Vanessa had worn on her nipples since before dawn. With each thrust Geordi lifted Vanessa’s feet from the floor, his fingers around her hips, pulling her back onto his thick cock, Vanessa’s voice low and trance-like: “…Ahh…ahh…”

Her face was turned to the side. Her lips were parted, colored with the smeared remains of the lipstick she put on last night. Vanessa’s eyes were heavy-lidded, and there were streaks of mascara from perspiration or tears. Tom stood by the desk, watching the rocking of her body as Geordi worked her. He reached down and stroked her cheek, and her eyes turned up toward him. He had never stood so close while she was being used, and she began to flush yet again with the rise of another orgasm.

Tom’s hand slipped through her hair and his fingers brushed her face. His thumb traced the circle of her lips and she took it in her mouth and nursed on it while Geordi fucked her ass harder, his climax coming near. Vanessa closed her eyes and tightened around the cock in her ass, her orgasm rising with his touch, and Geordi raised his face to the ceiling and went rigid as he came, his jaw tight as he shot his seed deep into her.

His last thrusts had pushed Vanessa up onto the desk and he left her there, on her belly, kissing the back of her neck and murmuring something in his native language. He put on his robe and gave Tom a short bow and departed, shutting the door softly behind him.
Tom gently withdrew his thumb from Vanessa’s mouth and wiped the corner of her eye. After her breathing subsided he helped her to her feet. The bells on her nipples jingled a small, merry sound as she rose unsteadily, planting her feet apart as she knew he demanded of other women of the house. She felt the warm trickle of Geordi’s cum as it began its slow slide from her ass and down the inside of her thigh. She raised her hands to the back of her neck, the way the other women did, and waited.

Tom stepped back to take her in. He saw the marks on her breasts and neck, where fingers and mouths had handled her pale flesh. Her nipples were flushed, and the clamps gleamed dully in the dim light from the shuttered window. Vanessa watched him look at her and then, remembering, lowered her eyes. They rested on the short crop tucked into his belt and her heart jumped.

Tom followed her gaze and heard her breath catch, and then he smiled and said, “Well, I think you’ve had enough for today.”

Josh laid Maria on the bed gently, so as not to wake her.
That was one of the things he loved about her. Her sheer determination often matched his, occasionally it would surpass, not too often, but often enough that he was reminded of how strong she really was, compared to the submissive female she allowed people to see when she was with him. Maria Belvedere was a chameleon in every sense of the word. She only stood out when she was in the mood; she only blended in when she was in the mood. And no one else set her mood.

He replaced the collar in its case and put it in the centre of the table. Looking at his watch he realized it was almost three in the morning. He needed to get some sleep, he had a long weekend ahead of him, and the next morning, Saturday, was the beginning.

“G’morning, Oh-Adorable-One.”

Maria raised her head barely an inch from the pillow, her body felt like dead sand. The answering machine was recording the message from Joshua, but it was on the other side of the bed. Dragging herself across the pillows she felt around until she could get her hand on the phone receiver.

“Hey, Mr. Magnum,” she mumbled rolling back over with the phone.

“Kitty,” he sounded chipper. “Finally, you’re up! I left there an hour ago to get to work, you were out like a light.”

“What was I supposed to do? After you ravaged my body again am I supposed to have the energy to bounce off walls?” The soreness between her legs reminder her of the fact that he had taken her when she had been sleeping, causing her to wake up. He had been tender, passionate, but still her Master. He took her to new heights, twisting and turning her, this way and that, while she moaned, shrieked, hissed, bit and scratched her appreciation. His dick began throbbing as he remembered how she had dug her nails into his shoulder on her fourth orgasm.

“I’m sorry,” somehow that apology sounded so fake, maybe it was the five mile grin across his face that she could hear. “Next time, I’ll leave you and let you sleep, Maria.”

“As if that’s ever going to happen!” she giggled.

“Seriously now,” she could hear traffic in his background he was either driving thru the city, or walking thru the city.

“Yes Josh?”

“Get out of bed, dress sexy, meet me in town in an hour or so.”

“Why?” she moaned tossing the pillow closest to her across the room, her shoulder hurt with the effort, reminding her he had dragged her arms above her head and pinned them there against her will during her first orgasm.

“It’s Saturday,” he continued. “Don’t you want lunch? Or do you plan to cook today?”

“How does the Boardwalk sound?” she quickly compared cooking on Saturday to having someone cook for her.

“Great, see you there.” He paused for a moment and then added, “No makeup.”

“What? Come on J…”

“No… you don’t need it. Your after sex glow gets hidden behind it.”
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They had spent that Saturday in town, she needed to get new shoes, he needed to get some computer software. They assisted each other. Town like always was a nightmare of people. So they tried to make it as quick and painless as possible.

By the time they left in the evening, Maria was as cranky as a piranha in dry season, she honestly wasn’t a crowd person. Her feet were hurting, so once she got in the car; she slid her feet out of her slippers and on to the dashboard.

He watched her as he drove, still she was beautiful to him, even flustered like she was, back seat driving and cussing out everyone on the road. He found himself cracking up at her humorous sometimes foul display of displeasure with the drivers and pedestrians that were keeping her from getting home quickly.

“I hate Saturdays.” She grumbled setting her keys down on the counter top in her kitchen.

“No, you don’t,” he said catching her about the waist and kissing her. The last rays of the sun were streaming thru the kitchen window, and the light caught in her eyes. For a minute, even with the mock pout she was showing, she was a stunningly eerie beauty. Her eyes were amber, her hair was wild, and her face completely natural, he could see the darker areas on her cheeks from the blush that was rising even on her chest with him staring at her.

“I guess you’re pretty hot right now huh?” he whispered unbuttoning her shirt.

“Too hot,” she was pulling his shirt over his head.

“So the right thing to do would be to take a nice hot shower, right?” he slid the shirt down, baring her naked breasts, she had gone without a bra today just for his pleasure. Damn! Every time she turned he saw her nipples pressing forward and he just wanted to keep pinching them, he settled for pinching them only in elevators, when they were pressed up close to each other, and once in the dressing room of a store.

“Yes a shower would be nice, but, I think we should run a bath instead,” her eyes captured his as her fingers un-buckled his belt “so we could, you know, soak this soreness out.” She was on her knees holding his pants for him to step out of it. As she stood back up he returned the favour, sliding her jeans down her hips and thighs, only thing as he went to his knees, he left a trail of kisses from the underside of her right breast to her navel, down either thigh respectively.

“Then a bath it shall be, Kitty.”

He rose from her feet picking up all their clothing and carrying it with him, as he left no instruction for her, she padded barefoot into her living room and turned on the CD player.

Fantasia’s ‘When I See You’ filtered thru the speakers, and Maria began to sing along, swaying to the music. She hadn’t seen Josh come out of the bath and stand by her dining room arch to observe her performing the song.

She caught herself as she got into the last chorus.

“How long were you there?” she asked closing the distance between them, naked except for the baby blue satin boyshorts, he focused on her eyes as she came closer. He loved looking at her; she was as tall as he, with an hour glass figure that looked like something from a nineteen fifty poster girl photo shoot. Her skin was heavily tattooed, she had eight of them, all she had drawn and placed on her own. He knew for a fact that she only let one man touch her body to ink it, her ex.

He would have given anything for her skin to be free of that man’s brands, but, her soul was free. He took her arm and turned her like a dancer, slowly and deliberately. The dragon that was climbing her spine was a fine work of art. The panther which adorned her left calf was beautiful. But the prize, he found, was the tribal on her breast. A pair of wings on either breast, not normal angel wings, but a tribal which resembled a spiders fore legs stretching towards her throat. That tattoo drew the eye; it also was the one she tattooed on herself.

“Bath sounds ready, Magnum Sama,” she whispered respectfully as he let his fingers caress her shoulder and neck from behind her.

“On your knees, Kitten.”

She obeyed without question. He admired her poise from behind, legs tucked neatly under her ass, shoulders even and straight. She was as much a cat as she was a woman.

She followed him into the bathroom, as he unwrapped his towel and climbed into the tub, he beckoned her and she paused at the edge.

“You may stand. I want to see you slide in.” A mere whim, but she did look damn good from the legs too. Her thighs were thick and solid, barely fat on the inner thigh, but her ass, from any angle, it was a prize. Her almost globe like ass was a delight to spank, grope, caress, even nibble on. He knew he was hooked the day she first took her clothes off for him.

She took the shorts off, backing him as she did so, as she bent over she knew his eyes were on her. He was weak for a sensual woman. And sensual she knew.

As she stepped into the tub he shifted to accommodate her between his legs, she sat with her ass on his lap, and he could not help touching her as she eased her body into the water, the hot soapy water made her skin slippery and all he could think of was how she felt on the inside, when his dick was inside her, it felt like her skin felt now, only it had ridges.

Her hair had been pinned up, no more wild curls and knots held back by a hair bando. It was a neat ponytail bun now. The back of her neck was exposed for him to kiss, touch and nibble on. His arms formed a protective embrace around her, catching her own hands in his, locking their fingers together. She rolled her head against his shoulder as he nibbled on her neck.

Josh knew his woman. He could have taken her in the tub, right there right then. But he wouldn’t have been satisfied. Nor would she. So he began to bathe her, as tenderly as a mother would bathe her child. He washed from her neck down, focusing entirely on the task at hand, she sat or moved according to what area he was cleaning. When he was finished she took the same loving care to bathe him, there was no sexual motion, as she tended to her Master’s needs. Once her mind was focused on a task, much like him, there was little else to distract her.

As they both climbed out of the bathtub, he drew her close to be under his huge towel, it was broad enough, long enough and fluffy enough to dry both of them comfortably. He guided her to the bedroom, and began drying her from the neck down, massaging and kneading as his ands traveled. Her body was supple and tight, even as soft as it was. He enjoyed doing this for her, he would memorize the way her body moved as she raised her hands, he knew which muscle would twitch, to control which action.

When she was completely dry, she assumed her position at his feet on her knees, bowing low so her forehead was resting on her fingers. He dried himself slowly. It was still early; he had an entire night ahead of him. As he dried he thought more and more about how he was going to give her the collar. He knew she was anxious, after all, this woman didn’t know the meaning of the word patience. But she was behaving so well…

“Kitty, get on the bed.” He instructed as he left the bedroom.

She moved silently, and elegantly, crawling to the bottom of the bed, which she had made up the morning before she left.

She was about to lie on her stomach when he called from the kitchen.

“On your back, eyes closed.” If she had possessed a cat’s ears and tail, she would have flicked them, and he knew it. But he had other than usual plans for her tonight.

She obeyed without question, his weight on the bed made her turn her face to his direction. He gently raised her head and placed a blindfold around her eyes.

“Do you trust me, Kitten?” he asked softly, running his fingers down her arms.

“Yes, Magnum-Sama.”

“Is your body mine?” his fingertips brushed her nipples,

“Yes, Magnum-Sama.”

“Spread yourself for me,” he whispered as his fingers found her pubis and gently began to prod. “Open yourself to me.”

She did as instructed, the bedroom was drafty, and she was moist, her pussy was still a little sore from their lovemaking in the early morning. But she spread her lips as far apart as she could for him. Maria felt his weight lift from the bed and heard a container scrape a surface to her left.

“I’m going to take pictures, Kitten” he was speaking softly, and his voice came from by her feet.

“Is that ok with you?” he asked easing his weight down on the bed.

“You know my fear.”

“I would never betray you Maria.” He kissed her left knee then lifted the leg and proceeded to massage and kiss behind her legs.

“Then it’s ok.” She had begun playing with her clit, making small gentle circles. She felt his fingers snaking their way down her thigh, until they reached her labia.

“You’re beautiful, now stop.” He had placed her leg down and she felt him move away. When he returned, he leaned on his elbows and she felt him put something on the bed.

“Baby, this is going to be cold at first, but, bare with it.” He knew she hated the cold. But she was not in control. He was.

She felt his finger slide into her pussy, then another, then another. Thru her discomfort, she bared it. To display her discomfort she mewed. It was a soft whimpering sound. Josh stroked her to show he was aware that she was uncomfortable. No matter what she could take in dick, three fingers hurt her, he didn’t like it but it had to be done.

Josh moved his fingers gently opening her up, Maria was curious, this is the first time he ever willingly opened her up. He loved her tightness, so she really was curious to know what he had planned.

When he took the fingers away she sighed in relief.

Josh took the pineapple slice and placed it between her breasts; she shuddered a little but didn’t move. “Good Kitty,” he praised her as he began placing multiple slices in a line down her torso.

“Would you like to see what it is?” he asked as he placed a slice directly on her clitoris.

“I can tell you what it is already, Magnum.” He smiled as he licked his fingers which were covered in pineapple and pussy oil.

“Uh huh?”

“Pineapple.” Her mouth was showing him a very shy, but trusting smile. He put a slice on either nipple, and kissed her before moving away from the bed.

“Do you still trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Because I know you haven’t done this yet.” He slid between her legs and maneuvered a chunk of pineapple inside her. The look of surprise on her face was pleasant, so he didn’t stop, the chunks were well sized and firm and he had asked a doctor first. Seems that the acid of the pineapple was actually good for her. Of course she would have to bathe after. But he would tend to that.

He only used six chunks, she was squirming trying to keep still, he smiled as he watched her fingers clutch the pillow she was laying on every time he slid a piece of the pineapple in.

“Good Kitty. He untied the blindfold and stepped back form the bed, his digital camera in hand. Her loved taking photos of her, whether she was naked, sleeping, eating, or cussing someone out. She was the most animated creature he had ever seen. He programmed the small gadget to take black and white photos, and toke about five shots of her laying there, expression as serene as a swan on a lake.

“Thank you for allowing me these pleasures,” he began as he held himself above her on the bed. She was patient with him, knowing him speaking how he felt was a rare occasion; she waited for him to continue. “Neither your body nor your soul would ever be placed in jeopardy by me on purpose. You know that, right?”

She gave a short nod and watched him as he lowered himself to her side to kiss her.

Maria was going wild on the inside. He was purposefully taking his time, he had kissed his way from her lips to her neck, she didn’t want to stay still, her hand found his head as he ate the piece of pineapple around her left nipple, his teeth brushed her flesh behind his lips and he found delight in the arch that found its way into her back.

He slowly and deliberately worked his way thru the pineapple slices, licking each spot clean before moving to the next one, as he got the one on her clit, he nudged it aside first and began to clean her of the juice it had left behind.

Her nerves were on fire, by the time he began sucking on her clit, the first orgasm gripped her and she clamped her legs down around his ears. Josh smiled into her flesh as he continued to stroke her with his tongue; he moved off her clit just enough to allow her to regain some composure.

As her legs relaxed around his ears, he began his descent into her pineapple filled snatch. As his tongue searched for the pineapple pieces he had placed inside her before he found himself growing stiffer and stiffer, pretty soon he really was trying to eat her senseless.

Maria noticed the change in him almost immediately, the way he was looking at her from beneath his hooded eyelids as he used his tongue in long curling strokes trying to move the chunks of fruit closer to his lips. Her lips curled back as he raised his head and moved up to kiss her, their kiss was fueled by the moment, Josh clutched her waist and flipped her onto her stomach when he finally released her from the kiss. She arched her back so she was pushing right on to his dick.

His self control snapped, he grabbed her and began hammering into her worse than he had done in the car, worse than ever before. She was snatching at the sheets, teeth gritted, and pushing back on him. His entire nine and a half inches was ramming her. Later, she would be glad she had a big ass and thighs that prevented him from really going to far in this position, as he pounded her she could feel the pineapple becoming looser and it was beginning to slide out with each stroke, he was filling her more and more with each stroke, but the fruit provided even more sensation around his head and shaft than her alone, keeping full steam and speed ahead he would not last long inside her.

Within minutes he felt his orgasm begin to move thru his gut, she was whimpering into the pillow, but he didn’t want to cum like that, flipping her over, he slowed his stroke, her nails were digging deep into his back, but he relished the feeling.

“My Kitty,” he whispered over and over again, as he began to build his orgasm again, her legs were spread wide, and she was kissing every part of him her lips could reach, his collar bone, neck, shoulders, all were showered in kisses. He could feel each one like if she was branding him.

The pineapple was making a mess of the bed by this time, but he didn’t care, her walls were pulsing around him and his own orgasm was so close, by the time he caught it, he saw her eyes role back in her head, too late, he cradled her as he shot his full load into the mush of her own orgasm and the crushed pineapple.

She stayed still for a couple minutes before he stirred her to lift her into the bathtub and turned on the shower, he hugged her to his chest as he gently cleaned all the pineapple away, he used the detachable nozzle on her as gently as he could, she was already turning scarlet from the force of his lovemaking, he knew she would be sore for days.
Her eyes fluttered open as he lay her on the settee, she was glowing like a fresh bride, gently he sat her up and placed the collar around her throat, the lock on it was a small, but secure thing, he would be the only person able to unlock it without breaking the links, and the key was hung on a chain with his dog tags around his own neck. She had given him that same dog tag years ago, now he felt completely equal to her as he gazed at her.

“Thank you, Magnum Sama.” She whispered as he kissed her forehead, pulling the blanket over them both, he settled in beside her and turned off the lamp to the top of the oversized chair.

As you pull up to the curb at the restaurant, I thank you for letting me cum and try to regain my composure and get my breathing back to normal. The valet opens my car door I quickly push the front of my dress back down and hope that he didn't see anything. You come around to my side of the car and help me out. I smooth my dress down in back and I see you sneak a quick peek behind me and tell me that I look great.

We both notice a couple of the valets not too far away from us that are definitely looking in my direction and talking to each other. "Come on baby let's go inside," you tell me as you put your hand on my lower back almost on my ass as we walk in. You tell the maitre d that we have reservations but he's slightly distracted staring at me. He tells you that our table is ready and to follow him.

"After you," you tell me.

You’re such a gentleman but it seems a little strange for me since I'm so used to following behind you instead of walking in front of you. Although I know that you're getting a nice view from back there. We reach our table; you must have requested this particular one. It’s a corner booth in a very quiet somewhat private place but still in the main dining room with people all around. We slide in around the round table; you pat the place right next to you and tell me to come closer. I slide over closer to you as you see the waiter approaching our table. I feel your hand on my thigh and its moving upwards past my stocking, across my bare inner thigh and up towards my pussy. I spread my thighs apart more for you making my short dress come up higher exposing the tops of my stockings.

As the waiter gets to our table you gently stroke my clit; he asks what we'd like to drink this evening. He asks if he can get us anything from the bar. While you're still stroking my clit and I'm trying not to let on what’s going on, you ask me if I'd like some champagne. I can barely think straight much less speak with you rubbing me like that, but I manage to say, "Yess, that would be great babe."

You order a bottle of champagne and the waiter is still standing telling us of the specials for tonight, all the while you’re still stroking my clit. I barely sit still by now but try my best not to move and hope that he leaves the table soon. You stop when he finally leaves and I let out a long but quiet moan.

"Getting you all excited am I, My pet?" you whisper.

"Yes Master you are."

"Good that's the way I like it."

My pussy is dripping wet now and I know that it must be getting on the seat.

The waiter brings the bottle of champagne to us pours both of us a glass and asks what we would like to order. We both decide on steaks. He asks if there’s anything else that we need, he seems to be staring at me too. You tell him no we're fine and he walks off. You make a toast to 2007 and hope that it’s a very good year for us. I see that devilish look in your eyes and I wonder what you're thinking.

"Well My pet I think that it’s time for one of your famous champagne blowjobs," you whisper in my ear.

For about one second I think that you can’t be serious here and now, but then I don't hesitate knowing that if I do I will be punished for that.

"Yes Master as you wish.”

I take a quick look around as I take a sip of champagne and slide under the table and kneel down in front of you.

I'm thankful that our table as a rather long tablecloth on it. I take your cock out of your pants and slide it in my mouth trying not to spill any champagne. I swirl my tongue around creating more bubbles your cock. I can’t lick you because of the champagne in my mouth but I suck your hard cock and take you as deep as I can. I swirl the bubbles around some more and suck you harder.

I hear you whisper to me, "Oh baby that feels so good." I hear another voice realizing that it’s our waiter telling you that our dinner should be out very shortly, so I’d better hurry up and make you cum. I suck you harder and faster swirling the champagne around more. I feel you tense up and cum and I swallow your cum plus the champagne, mmm yummy combination.

I slide back up into my seat hoping that nobody’s noticed, looking down to make sure my dress is ok just as our food arrives. It smells and looks so good, I'm hungry and I know that you are too. But I first I quietly thank you for letting me have your cum. I take another sip of champagne and dig in. We laugh and talk all during dinner having such a good time. When we are finished with our dinner both of us feeling very full at the moment the waiter comes over and asks if we'd like to see the dessert menu.

We both look at each other at the same time smiling and you politely tell him that we are going to have dessert at home and to bring the check. We leave the restaurant and the valet retrieves the car and we head for home. On the way there you tell me how proud you are of me tonight that you pushed my limits quite a bit and I handled it all so well. I tell you thank and that I just want to please you in every way possible. And you tell me that I have pleased you very much, that makes me soo happy.

We arrive home and go into the house; you tell me that you need to check your email and to meet you in the bedroom. I walk into the bedroom, turning on the fireplace, putting on some soft jazz CDs that you like and lighting some candles.

I'm standing there in front of the fireplace reaching behind me to take off my dress when you grab my hand and whisper in my ear, "Oh no, no baby. I get to do this," as you untie the back of my dress and push it off me as it falls to the floor in a puddle. So now I'm standing there in my stockings and heels, you take me by the hand and lead me to the side of the bed.

You sit me down on the bed and take off my shoes and stockings. You tell me to stay right there and you'd be right back. You're only gone a few minutes and come back with a bottle of champagne on ice and some glasses. You tell me that it’s for later. You push me back on the bed and kiss me deeply. You whisper in my ear as you're kissing me "no more commands or obeying me for the rest of night since you've been such a good girl tonight, oh and cum as much as you like too. Of course I thank you very much for letting me do that.

We have make love all night long only taking a break to watch the ball drop in Times Square and have some more champagne. It’s the wee hours of the morning the sun should be coming up soon. We've both cum so many times by then and are very tired but very satisfied. You decide that we do need to get some sleep now, so I snuggle up against you and with you holding me we both drift off. With my last thought being that this is the only place that I ever want to be.

It’s early evening and you're on your way home from one of your too long days again. I have a nice relaxing evening planned for you; I know that you need it so. I get all my preparations made for you and knowing that you will be home soon, I go to the door that goes to the garage and wait.

I sit there waiting with only my collar on, on my knees, my ass resting on my feet, thighs spread, back straight and my hands on my thighs. I hear your car pull in the garage, just knowing you're home makes me wet. You walk through the door- not a word has to be spoken by either of us as you step up to me. I unzip your pants; take your cock out and start licking and sucking it. I breathe in deeply smelling your scent as I lick and suck your hard cock. Taking my tongue and licking the head like an ice cream cone all the while looking up into your blue eyes, it about sends you over the edge. I can see the lust in your eyes. I continue to lick and suck you deeply as I can taking every inch in my mouth, grabbing your ass to pull you closer to me. I begin to play with your balls and every once and awhile licking them too. You can't hold back any longer and you cum unloading into my mouth. Mmmm yum. I love the way that you taste.

We finally speak now as I rise to my feet. I thank you for letting me have your cum and ask you how your day was. You kiss me and then you tell me very long but good. I tell you that I know what you need.
"What’s that My pet?"

"Well Sir you need to relax some more so come with me."

I take you by hand. It’s very unusual for me to be leading you but I know that you need this and hopefully will enjoy it or I’m in trouble. As we walk down the hall you stay just enough behind me to watch my ass as I walk. Upon entering the bedroom you see that the fireplace is on, soft jazz playing and the lights are on low. The bed has also been turned down. You then see a bottle of massage oil in a bowl on the nightstand and realize what I’m up to. I give you a big deep long kiss and then start to undress you. When I’m done undressing you, you lay down on the bed on your stomach. I guess that you decided you wanted me to do that side first.

I get up on the bed with you and kneel down at your side, taking some oil and pouring it into my hands to warm it up more. I begin by rubbing your shoulders and neck kneading them just hard enough to release the tension from you. Dripping some more warm oil on you as I work my way down your back rubbing and massaging, I can already feel you relax under my hands. You seem like you're really enjoying this, I’m hoping that you are. I reposition myself now between your thighs and kneel down. I start rubbing and massaging your ass now a little gentler touch, don’t want to get you all excited yet. But you probably are anyway.

I continue down your thighs and lower legs all the way to your feet, making sure that all of you is very relaxed. You roll over on your back now for me and I come back up and kneel down again at your side. Now you can watch me as I rub you all over. I start up at your shoulders again leaning down a little so I can reach them easier. My breasts swaying back and forth as I massage you. Working my way down your chest you're definitely watching me and I’m very aware it’s getting your cock quite hard now. My hands covered in oil cross your stomach and descend lower. I know that I need to finish my task but seeing your hard cock has me distracted.

You look at me I know how hot you are now I can see it in your eyes again. So I take your cock in my oiled up hand and start to stroke you, slides so nice and easy. Having your hard cock in my hand like this is getting me really wet thinking about it buried deep in me. I lean down to start to lick it and take you in my mouth. I’m licking and sucking you but you then pull me up towards you and turn me so I’m faced away from you. I know what you want now; I climb up on you and slide your cock into my very wet pussy. I start to fuck you, Mmm that feels good. I’m able to move easily against you with the oil everywhere; that must be some sight for you watching your cock slide in and out of my pussy. I start to moan as we fuck faster and harder. I slow down the pace a little trying to tease you, but you have other ideas. I feel your finger pushing against my ass and sliding in making me moan as you do. Your hard cock is filling me up and I can feel your finger fucking my ass.
You ask me, "Feel good baby?"
"Mmmm yesss."

You tell me to slide my ass onto your cock now, telling me that it would feel even better. I of course I do as you say. I rise up and take your cock and slide it into my ass slowly with the oil it slides in rather easily. Soon I’m sliding up and down on your cock, you tell me to lean back and you reach around me and slide your fingers into my dripping pussy. I moan more I’m so filled up plus your thumb is rubbing against my clit. I feel my orgasm building up and don’t know how much longer I can hold back. You tell me to rub my clit since I’m being soo good; I reach down and start to rub it hard. You take your hands and grab my hips holding me down against so you can fuck my ass deeper. I’m moaning louder now and ask you if I can cum, you tell me that I can. I rub my clit even harder and faster, I feel my orgasm start to release as I moan loud. With waves of pleasure washing over me, I hear say that you're going to cum too unloading into my tight ass.

I climb off of you and lay down as we both catch our breath. I thank you for letting me cum. I roll over onto my side so I’m facing you now and I kiss you.
“Thanks My sexy pet that was really awesome.”

“You’re welcome Sir, I’m glad that you are pleased,” as we kiss softly again.

You tell me that we shouldn’t have any trouble sleeping tonight and we should get some rest. We snuggle up to each other get all comfy and drift off.

"Oh, Edward, I need you to cancel your dinner tonight. Marguerite and Luann want to come over for a girls night!" Joann's voice cut through Edward's thoughts like velvety steel.

"I can't cancel it, beloved," he replied, trying hard to keep the whine out of his voice. "These are big clients of ours. I need to make a good impression, and we already canceled last time because of your pool party."

"Oh, alright," she sighed sweetly, stepping forward. "Here, let's get you undressed. Would you like to have a little fun before your guests arrive?"

His cock was instantly hard. It had been so long since she'd allowed him to fuck her.

She leaned down as he laid back on the bed, scratching her fingernails over his naked chest. He arched, pressing himself to her touch, but she pulled back. "Here, have some soda, love." She pulled out a bottle from the small refrigerator beside their bed and poured a large glass. He drank a sip and set it aside. Suddenly, she rose up and squeezed his balls in a vice grip. He cried out. She immediately removed her hand and handed him the glass.

"Drink the soda," she ordered, all the kindness gone from her voice. He meekly gulped the sweet liquid and she refilled the glass. He was afraid to set it down, so he finished each glassful that she gave him. After the eighth glass, his stomach felt sick and swollen.

"Please," he begged, holding his stomach. "I am so full."

She reached down and twisted his balls again. He screamed and she laughed at him.

"Finish another while I undress," she commanded, handing him back his glass. He thought of his aching balls and forced himself to drink the ninth glass. She pushed him down on the bed.

"Stick out your tongue," she told him, and sat abruptly on his face.

Her soft, wet pussy pressed on his mouth somehow soothed him and he felt himself grow hard again as she slowly fucked herself on his tongue. She began to instruct him, sliding her clit on his tongue. It didn't take long for her to reach orgasm.



"Can I speak to you for a moment, Marguerite?" he asked from the kitchen.

She came in giggling.

"What are you doing?" he questioned her furiously as she poured wine into the glasses. "Why are you flirting with him?"

She laughed. "Have some wine, Edward. Stop being so uptight! I am trying to build you up to your client."

"I don't want any wine, Marguerite! I want you to stop being so familiar with that man!"

She stepped up to him, seductively rubbing her breasts back and forth against his chest. She backed him against the counter. He reached up, hesitantly petting one of her breasts. She slapped his face once, hard. "Drink the wine," she ordered, and he felt himself as helpless as before, a glass in his hand and his hard, neglected cock pressing hard against his pants. "You are mine, Edward. You promised me this long ago. I will do as I please."

He obediently forced himself to drink the wine while she watched silently. When he finished, she left him standing in the kitchen alone. Like a pet, he followed her.

They sat at the table as the cook brought dinner out on the table. Marguerite and Chenard talked and flirted as the meal continued. Edward was lost in thought until he felt a quick brush against his crotch from under the table. Startled he glanced up at his wife. She didn't seem to notice. He continued with his meal, soon feeling the touch again, this time more insistent. Glancing down, he realized it was Marguerite’s foot. She was stroking him from across the table. He blushed, squirming in his seat as she continued.

Marguerite was oddly skilled with her feet. Soon Edward began to squirm in his seat, not sure whether to enjoy or be worried about this covert action.

"Something wrong, Edward?" Chenard asked, and he cursed the man for his inquiry.

"No, no. Perfectly fine," he replied, swallowing a gasp.

The meal seemed to take an eternity, her feet moving torturously in his lap. It was so hard to keep himself from losing control. It had been so long... so long. His bladder was aching and his cock was throbbing. Halfway through the meal, she took her foot away. He felt trapped inside his needs. He sneaked his hand down and began to play with himself as inconspicuously as possible.

"Edward, clear the table," Marguerite ordered. Her voice interrupted his quiet pleasure.

He looked at her incredulously. She had teased him to an unfathomable height, then he wanted her to get up from the table in this state of arousal? When he paused, she pressed her foot hard against his aching bladder. He wheezed a little and got up to follow her command.

M. Chenard stared at him.

"Funny, I've never found supper particularly arousing," Chenard said, nodding toward Edwards raging erection showing clearly through the pants.

Marguerite turned. "Edward! You are a horrible man! Masturbating yourself at the table!"

"But...but you...!" He realized as she rose from her seat that it was useless to argue. Somehow he'd found himself stuck between two people who could control him.

"You will be punished, you sick little boy!" Marguerite announced. "And because you have disgraced yourself in front of M. Chenard, he will be here to witness your punishment."

Chenard looked smug, seeming to enjoy the scene before him.

"Go to the room, strip to your panties, and return quickly," she said, and he knew that this undue punishment would be worse than anything he'd endured. When he returned, wearing nothing but a pink, frilly thong, M. Chenard and Marguerite had gone into the living room. He entered and knelt before her as he knew she would require.

"Look at you, you pathetic little slut. You can't control yourself. I have to control everything you do. You can't even eat supper without touching your boring little cock. Even now it is hard. You want to fuck, don't you?"

He was silent, hoping his submissive posture would keep her from continuing. It was not so.

"Don't you!?" she raged. "You would give anything to stick your little stick inside my hot sweet hole. Measly little boy."

"Yes," he whispered.

She walked over, pushing him into a sitting position, she began to stroke his cock through his panties. He moaned, staring at her beautiful hand.

"But I already told you you're to be punished. Get me the paddle."

He scurried back to her, paddle in hand.

"You will receive 25 licks with this paddle. After each one, I want you to count it and ask me to hit you again. Do you understand?"

He nodded and bent over. The first smack felt like fire. Marguerite was a strong woman, beautifully fit, and it did not tire her to wield with considerable force.

"One. Please spank me again, ma'am."

At times the paddle landed uncomfortable on the back of his hanging ball sack and he groaned in pain and pleasure. His bladder burned in his bent position and even through his spanking, he felt the strong need to relieve himself.

Finally, she was finished. She pushed him to kneel. "I bet you wish you could pee, don't you, Edward?" she asked him, glancing at Chenard. She reached down, pressing hard on his stomach. He moaned. "Please," he whispered.

She laughed. He heard Chenard snicker.

"Well, instead, you are going to suck M. Chenard's cock while he licks my pussy. How would you like that, Edward?"

He was humiliated. She knew how he loved the feel of his lips wrapped around a smooth, hard cock. He had unwisely confessed this to her once. But this was a businessman! Someone he was supposed to be important to! He knew he had no choice in the matter. He could not stop this man from touching his wife and he could not stop himself, either.

Dutifully, he shuffled forward to accept Chenard's waiting member as Marguerite giggled, pressing her wet cunt against the upturned mouth...

To be continued...

I’m home alone tonight you’re working late again; it’s ok even though I miss you when you’re gone just for the evening. Your life can get a bit crazy at times so busy but I know that you need to do what you do. Times like these give time to think but not too much, over thinking things always seem to get me into trouble. But tonight is different I’m reminiscing about the night that I gave you my gift, my gift of submission to you.

It seems like it was only yesterday that I found myself driving towards your hotel.

I drive through the night full of anticipation wondering how this evening’s events will unfold. My heart pounds harder in my chest as I get closer to your hotel. Just a short time later, I pull into the parking lot of the hotel as I ease my black Honda Civic Si into the parking space I take a deep breath knowing fully well of what I’m about to do. I step out of the car, around to the trunk to get my bag out, walk towards the front doors and into the lobby. As I approach the elevators I’m excited but nervous at the same time so many emotions invading my thoughts, I step in and push the button for the 3rd floor.

The elevator arrives at the 3rd floor and I get out, looking at the signs on the wall to direct me to your room. I soon find myself standing in front of room number 330, taking another deep breath before I knock at your door. I hesitate for a moment thinking about what’s about to happen here tonight, but then I smile as I gently knock on the door.

From behind the door I hear your voice.

“Come in My pet, it’s open.”

I turn the doorknob and push the door open walking into your room. I enter the room finding it quite dark only lit up by strategically placed candles with soft jazz playing in the background. Seems like such a romantic setting for what’s about to take place here but at the same time I love that you’ve gone to some trouble to make tonight more special.

In the candle lit room I can see you sitting in one of the chairs, you tell me to come closer.

“Yes, Sir,” as I walk further into the room and closer to you.

You tell me to stop right there as you stand up out of your chair and take a step forward out of the shadows. My breath catches in my throat as I see all of you now looking oh so Domly dressed all in black. The sight of you almost makes me want to direct my gaze down towards the carpet and then wondering if I should or not. I choose not to hoping that I won’t get me in trouble already, as I look you in the eyes, you’re smiling back at me. That’s a good sign that I haven’t done anything wrong yet.

“Evening pet, it’s good to see you. How are you?”

“Good evening Sir. Good to see you too. I’m fine but I’ll have to admit I’m just a bit nervous Sir.”

“Well My sweet pet there’s nothing at all to be nervous about just do as I say and you will be just fine,” your voice calm and reassuring.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I stand before you for what seems like an eternity my mind racing as the minutes pass. I can't help but be nervous even though you told me that there was no reason for it. Your voice breaks the silence finally.

“I think first I want to see what’s Mine before I claim it pet. Clothes off, please. And do it slowly I want to savor seeing your naked skin being revealed to me as you take each piece off.”

“Yes Sir.”

It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before but tonight is so much different. I know that when I submit to you then you will rightfully take what’s yours, which will probably include looking over and inspecting your property.

I start to undress pulling my shirt out of my jeans and over my head. I look at you to see if you want to me continue, you motion for me to keep going. I know that you are watching me closely as I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans and slide them off. I stand before you now just in my bra and thong feeling naked compared to you being fully dressed. Only imagining what it will be like when I’m totally naked in front of you your eyes slowly lingering over every curve and crevice on my body. My thoughts right now range from being very excited to feeling just a bit embarrassed.

You take another step closer to me; I can smell your cologne now. Mmmm you smell so sexy. Your scent triggers a reaction within me; I’m beginning to feel very turned on, the wetness growing in my thong. I shiver as your fingertips lightly brush across my exposed belly, my nipples hardening instantly. You circle around behind me I feel your hands brush against my ass. I know that you standing directly behind me now. I feel your breath on my neck as you whisper in my ear.

“Mmm so nice My pet. But I want to see you naked now.”

I reach behind and undo my bra freeing my breasts; you circle back around my front of me as I pull off my thong. I stand before you totally naked now and feeling very exposed but still very excited.

“Hands behind your back and spread your legs pet.”

“Yes, Sir,” as I move into the position putting my hands behind my back and spreading my legs for you.

“Good girl.”

You circle around me drinking in the sight of me, gently touching me your hands finding my curves. You stand behind me again reaching around me your hands sliding up my body till they cup my breasts; I feel your breath on my neck. I try to be still for you as your fingers slide to my nipples your thumbs brushing over them. I whimper as the pleasure rushes through my body. Your fingers brush against my ass again finding their way between my legs and slipping between my now wet lips, dipping inside my wetness and circling my clit. I begin to moan and whimper more with your touch.

“Mmm you’re so wet My sweet pet. I’m going to have soo much fun with you tonight,” you whisper in my ear.

“Thank you Sir. I will do whatever you ask of me this evening and forever if you will have me.”

“That’s My good girl,” as you continue to caress me all over making me begin to pant.

I stand there as you walk away from me sitting down on the edge of the bed. I wonder what you have in mind next but I soon find out.

“Come here pet. And lie across my lap.”

I do as you say and soon I’m lying across your lap.

“Sir may I speak freely?”

“Of course My pet.”

“Well Sir have I done something wrong? I think that you’re about to spank me and I’m not sure why.”

“Oh well you haven’t done anything wrong, you’ve been a very good girl tonight so far but I want to spank you so I’m going to. Besides I like to look and feel of your reddened ass cheeks when I take your tight little ass tonight.”

“Mmmm then let’s get on with it Sir,” as I giggle.

Your hands stroke my ass cheeks relaxing my skin and you smack my ass somewhat hard. Smacks rain down all over my ass; I can feel my skin getting hot. I whimper a bit as you spank me, but I can feel my wetness growing. Your fingers dip into my wetness again as your other hand continues to spank me.

“Hum I think that My pet likes getting spanked. Your pussy is soo wet.”

“Mmm thank you Sir. And yes I do like getting spanked Sir as I’m sure you can tell. But take me Sir please…claim your pussy. You’ve got me so hot and wet and needing your cock very badly. Please Sir.”

“All in good time My pet by the time this evening is over I will have claimed all of your holes as mine. Now off my lap and on your knees, slut.”

“Yes Sir,” as I climb quickly off of you and kneel down at your feet.

You rise to your feet as I sit there on my knees, you lower your pants.

“Suck me slut. And you had better do a good job or I’ll have to spank you again and I won’t be so nice then.”

I take your cock in my mouth and begin to lick and suck it. Your moans from above tell me that I’m doing a good job sucking you. I grab your ass pulling you closer to me and pushing your cock deeper down my throat. Your fingers are tangled up in my hair as you fuck my mouth harder and faster. Your moans getting louder your grip on my hair tighter, it won’t be long now. I keep licking and sucking you as your cock slides in and out till I feel your cum in the back of my throat and swallow it down.

“Damn pet, that was pretty awesome.”

“Thanks Sir. Glad that you liked that so much. Oh and thank you for letting me have your cum Sir.”

“Do you still want my cock slut? I still have two more holes to claim.”

“Oh yes Sir, please take what is yours. I need your cock filling my pussy and ass. Take me, use me Sir. Make me yours.”

You tell me to get up off of the floor and get on the bed on my hands and knees. I move quickly into position obeying your commands. What a lovely sight two holes readily available for you to fuck as you please.

“I’m going to take your sweet tight ass first slut. I want to see the look in your eyes when I slide my hard cock into that tight cunt of yours or should I say mine.”

My pussy is dripping and needing attention but I know that I have to wait to get my pussy filled, you want my ass first. I feel you lubing up my ass and sliding a finger in working it around loosening my tight ass up a bit before you slide your cock in. I feel the head of your cock pushing against my ass and slowly sliding in inch by inch. I moan and whimper as your cock fills my tight ass up. I slowly push back against you fucking you back.

“Whose ass is this?” as you fuck me.

“It’s your ass Sir, to fuck, flog, spank, cum in, cum on whatever you wish Sir.”

“Good girl,” grunting as you bury your cock in my ass over and over.

Your breath coming in pants now I know that you are close to cumming again. You tell me that my ass is soo tight that you’re going to cum; your fingers grip my hips tighter holding me against you fucking my ass deeper. Your cock expands in my ass as you start to cum, fucking me harder cumming in my ass.

“Oh God baby, mmmmm,” you tell me as you collapse on the bed beside me.

You tell me that you need to take a short break before you claim my last hole. I tell you that sounds good to me also you’re not the only one that’s feeling a little worn out at the moment. I get up, go to the mini fridge, grab a couple of bottles of water and come back to you.

“Good thinking pet. I’m quite thirsty too.”

“Aww well thank you Sir, just doing my job and taking care of you.”

We lie there for a while you ask me if I’m doing ok so far and I tell you that I am. You lean over and kiss me gently but just enough to arouse my senses. You tell me to lay back put my hands above my head and spread my legs wide. Of course I obey your commands and move into the desired position.

You tell me to keep my legs spread wide for you. You crawl between my legs leaning down so your face is just inches away from my throbbing clit and soaked pussy. You inhale deeply.

“Mmm your pussy smells so sweet My pet. I’m gonna make you cum before I take your pussy as mine, make it cum for its Master.”

You lean down more your tongue parting my wet swollen lips lapping up my wetness and heading upwards towards my clit. You begin to lick and suck my clit briefly just enough to make my hips rise and fall to meet your tongue. You lick back down again sticking your tongue in my wet hole, fucking it with your tongue. I whimper and pant mmmmm you’re making me so hot. Your attention turns back to my clit licking, sucking, pulling and gently nibbling on it. Your fingers enter me roughly and start to fuck me while your tongue continues its assault on my clit. I’m so close to cumming and I don’t know how much more I can take. My legs are trembling, my body so tense perched on the edge and needing to cum.

“Oh please Sir, please let me cum. Let me cum for you; let your pussy cum. Please.” As I fight to keep from cumming.

“Oh you need to cum do you My sweet slut? Hum…well ok cum, cum for me.”

Your mouth and fingers continue to urge my orgasm on; I finally let go cumming hard and moaning loudly. I can feel my wetness running out of me as you lick it all up. Out of breath from my hard orgasm I thank you for letting me cum. You kiss and lick all the way up my body stopping to lick and suck my nipples before finally reaching my mouth and kissing me deeply. I can taste myself as you kiss me our tongues entangled. Our passion becomes more heated as we both prepare for this final step. I want your cock so badly now, I need and want you to take your last hole.

You continue to kiss me and then you pull back. I can feel you hard cock pressing against the entrance to my pussy.

“Whose pussy is this?

“It’s your pussy Sir to fuck, spank, flog, cum in, cum on, tease. Whatever you wish Sir.”

“Good girl.”

You look down at me our blue eyes meeting as you slide your cock into me all at once. I cry out your cock filling my tight pussy up. With our eyes still locked on each other you begin to stroke into me slowly feeling every inch slide in and out of me. Our mutual moans of pleasure filling the room.

“Mmm you feel so good… so wet….. so tight. I’m going to enjoy fucking this pussy again later My sweet slut.”

“Oh Sir, your cock feels good buried deep in my pussy, fucking me oh so good.”

“Ohhhh you like this do ya? Well then you’re really gonna love this.”

You grab my thighs and push them up and back towards my chest so you can fuck my pussy even deeper. You begin to slam into me fucking me harder; your cock going deep in my pussy. My moans and pants louder as you fuck me hard. You lie down on top of me now your weight is pinning me down as your cock strokes into me over and over. You’re kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear making me crazy with lust. I wrap my arms and long legs around you pulling you closer to me as you continue to fuck me. The friction of your body rubbing against my clit is bringing me closer to cumming again. I whimper, moan and pant louder.

You whisper in my ear, “That’s a good girl cum, cum for me.”

You fuck me even deeper your hips grinding against me.

“Oh god, mmmmm yessssssssssss,” as I cum hard again.

My already tight pussy contracts around your cock as I cum, you can feel it spasm around your cock.

“I’m going to cum baby, ohhhh…. ooooohhhhh…mmmmm mmmmm,” you growl as you cum.

You collapse down on me more trapping me beneath you, but not a bad place to be either. We’re tired, sweaty and sticky but feeling very very good. I think that we both want to bask in the closeness of this moment. So close to you skin to skin but in many other ways all made possible by tonight. You smile at me and kiss me several times gently.

“Such a good girl I have. My sweet sweet pet and she’s all mine now, not that you weren’t before but now its official,” as you kiss me again.

“Thank you Sir. I am very proud to be yours. All I ever want to do is please you now and always.”

“Well My pet, you have pleased me very much tonight and I’m very proud to have you as mine.”

“Thank you Sir. I will always do my best for you, pleasing you makes me very happy.”

We both move to get more comfortable. I’m lying up against you with my head on your shoulder, your arm around my waist holding me close to you. We lay there talking for a little while longer but then as we both relax more the need for sleep sets in.

“What do you think My sexy girl, time for some sleep? You look tired and I know that I am.”

“Mmm yesss sleep would be good right now,” as we both yawn.

You pull me even closer to you if that’s possible, I snuggle into you more. You kiss my forehead gently, take a deep breath and drift off. I lie there awake for just a few moments longer replaying tonight events in my head. And as I watch you sleep I know that I don’t want to be anyplace else but right here with you. My last thought before I drift myself is that I’m so lucky to have you as my Dom and I don’t think that I could be any happier.

The hours go by like minutes as I reminisce about that night; I’m startled back into reality by the sound of the garage door going up. You’re home and earlier than I expected you to be. You walk through the door smiling as you spot me sittin’ there on the couch.

“There’s My sexy pet. What’s doing?”

“Evening Sir. How are ya? Have a good night?”

“I’m good, work was ok but I’m glad to be home as always.”

“Well I’m glad that you’re home too. I’ve been sitting here thinking about the night that I gave myself to you totally, the ultimate gift.”

You come closer to me, pull me up off the couch, take me in your arms, kissing me gently and giving me a big hug. You kiss my neck and nibble on my ear.

You whisper in my ear in that sexy voice that makes me wet just hearing it, “Ohhhh My sweet girl. I’d like to relive that night myself right now. Let’s go to bed.”

It had been three months since I had broken up with my boyfriend, and I was feeling a strong sense of sexual frustration. Since then, I had enjoyed, if that is the right word, a few one night stands, but I knew that I wanted something more, something different. At 27, I was still comparatively inexperienced sexually. Prior to my recent casual sex I had been with only three men, and that had been in relationships. I found it easy enough to attract men. Five feet, eight inches tall and with long legs, I kept my slim figure in good shape. My grey/blue eyes drew many compliments, as did my thick, brown hair, which I wore long. I had often been tempted to be more sexually adventurous, but had never found a partner willing to share my fantasies.
When Sam appeared in front of me, I knew that I was the one who was going to provide the entertainment. For a second I thought of bolting from the room. But I held my nerve. I prided myself on seeing things through, and I had never felt so alive and vibrant for many years. I quickly gulped down the last of my drink, with my pulse racing. They walked me across the room, to the cradle, as I later found it was called.

Someone put one of the witch type spiked hats on my head and handed me a broomstick, which took submissively.

“Ok lift her up,” I heard, and the two men either side of me lifted me up by my thighs so I was cradled in their arms. I felt the soft leather straps being placed around my legs and two thinner straps one above and one below my breasts. I heard buckles being fastened, and the straps tightened. My top was lifted up so that my aroused nipples protruded between the leather, and someone slipped off my thong. Then the men released me and I realised as I hung supported in mid air that I had been placed in a cradle. My skirt had ridden right up my thighs and with my legs spread, I was aware that my naked pussy was on show for anyone who cared to see it, and by the comments I heard, most of the people in the room were doing their best to do just that. I closed my eyes and waited.

The speakers boomed, “Ladies and gentlemen, we present your first entertainment of this Halloween evening. The young lady before you is our newest member and has just been judged Queen of The Coven. She is now about to receive her prize.” There were ripples of laughter, followed by applause.

“Wow she fits into that harness well, just the right height for both holes,” a man said.

“One at a time, gentlemen please,” laughed another. “Mmmm those nipples look ripe and tasty,” said a woman.

I opened my eyes as someone removed my hat and the broomstick. I found that I could hold the straps above me for balance. I don’t know if the alcohol helped, but I suddenly felt so horny at being on display. I had only fantasised about being an exhibitionist before, but this felt surprisingly good. As I looked around, I saw several men approach me. They had unashamedly stripped off their costumes, and their cocks were fully erect, in anticipation of the pleasure to come. Men and women crowded round eagerly, anxious to get a good view of the show.

I bit my lip anxiously, worried that I might not be able to accommodate them all. As I waited, different music suddenly boomed into life. Music with a hypnotic sensual beat, almost a jungle rhythm. I somehow knew that it was to set the tempo for my ritual fucking.

I was so aroused by what was about to happen to me, that I felt my throbbing pussy dribble some of my juices down my ass. The first man approached. As he placed the tip of his stiff cock just past the lips of my pussy, his eyes and mouth grinned at me from behind his Satan’s mask. “Welcome to our group.” Barely had the words left his mouth, when he thrust forward and a moan escaped me, as his cock slipped into my well- lubricated cunt, and touched the tip of my cervix as it came to rest. He stood there, stiff with lust. I felt his penis move deep inside me and then in time to the music he began to pump me hard. As his big cock glided in and out of my sopping wet hole, I found myself whimpering with pleasure. He fucked me steadily with his thick weapon, and the harness began to move from his thrusts, until my hips were swinging in to meet his, as he buried his phallus deep inside me.

My pussy was gripping him tightly as my arousal soared. The sensation of being fucked so hard, without any other weight or pressure on my body was amazing. All my senses seemed to be centred on the pleasure of having that big hard cock reaming me. Then he froze, still buried deep inside me, and the tell tale quiver in his thighs as they pressed against me told me that he was cumming. “Shit this bitch is hot,” he muttered. He pulled out his cock, and directed it at me. A stream of creamy semen spurted from the tip of his cock in an arc and spattered warmly over my naked stomach. Some in the crowd applauded. Two of the women then came either side of me. To my amazement, one leant over and lapped up the splashes of cum from my skin, to cheers from the onlookers. The other ensured that there was nothing left inside the spent cock by sucking and licking off every last drop. The man gave a contented grunt and stood to one side.

No sooner had he done so, than a younger, well- muscled man took his place and wasted no time in plunging his stiff rod into me. He fucked me hard, pulling my suspended thighs toward him to meet his thrusts, and finding the reward of my welcoming cunt as it sheathed his cock again and again. The two women, still on each side of me, took my nipples into their mouths, greedily sucking, and sending waves of pleasure down to my pussy. The young man fucking me, started to stroke my raised, tingling clit. Soon I felt the pressure growing in the pit of my belly. In rippling waves, it erupted into a fierce orgasm. I shook my head from side to side, and moaned, in time with the spasms of my cunt on his rigid prick. As shudders of release ran through my limbs, the man fucking me grunted, and thrust forward deep into me. I felt his warm spunk explode inside me, further flooding my throbbing vagina.

When he withdrew, the appreciative audience applauded yet again. One I took to be a senior member came forward. “Well done Sharon,” he smiled. “You have put on a great performance. You have had a long evening, and it is time to give you some rest. Welcome to our group. You are indeed a horny young woman, and the men and women are looking forward to sharing pleasure with you in future.” There was a final ripple of applause, and two men moved forward to release me from the harness. Anne appeared, helped to adjust my clothes, and led me to the washrooms for a cleanup. “Great fuck,” she whispered, putting her arm round me, and kissing my lips. We must get together soon.” As we walked, I could feel yet again, the familiar sensation of my pussy oozing semen down my thighs.

Somehow I knew that it would be something I would be experiencing many times in the future. One thing was certain. Halloween would never seem the same again, and would always have a special significance for me.

Life can take strange turns, six months ago if anyone had told me that me, Elizabeth Kelpie, would have embarked on an affair with her cross dressing next door neighbour, if you’d said that I’d become a whip wielding, leather wearing Domme, I have fallen over laughing. But that’s exactly what happened.

I’d lusted after Tom Kincaid for months, before the night I discovered his fetish for wearing, and wanking in ladies’ lingerie. I admit, seeing him dressed in his silk panties awoke desires in me that I didn’t know I had. In the time that had passed I’d become his mistress, not the run of the mill, bit on the side when the wife isn’t around kind, not even the yes miss, no miss kind, but a weird hybrid of the two.

With Tom having to go away for a fortnight for work I was sure that he’d miss our playtime as much as me, so I decided to make his work trip one that he’d never forget.

I booked a room in the hotel that he had mentioned he was staying in and started getting ready to surprise him.

I vamped up my everyday makeup, smoky grey shades of eye shadow and lashings of black mascara making my blue eyes sparkle. I completed the look with ruby red lipstick, and set about dressing to wow.

Glancing in the mirror as I dressed I pulled the laces on my leather corset a little tighter, admiring the way the corset nipped my waist in and pushed my breasts out. I loved the feel against my skin, the soft leather moulding to my breasts, clinging around the nipples. I decided to team the corset with a black silk G string; the cool fabric felt amazing as it brushed against my freshly waxed pussy. I grabbed a pair of black fishnet hold up stockings, rolling them up over my legs and settling them in place before stepping into my steel tipped stilettos. I took a red knee length coat out of my case, fastened it up then pulled a patent leather belt around my waist.

I felt the butterflies in my stomach as I left the suite and headed down to the hotel bar where I knew I’d find Tom.

Entering the bar, I saw several groups of people settled to get a good view of some big football match that was on the bar’s huge screen TV. I walked to the bar, catching the gaze of the tall dark haired barman.

“What can I get you love?” He said, in a thick southern Irish accent.

“A glass of white wine please.”

I watched as he chilled the glass with ice before pouring the drink. “£2:70 love.”

I handed over the cash and walked to a small table that gave me a good view of the barroom. I took a sip from the glass and enjoyed the sweet tartness of the wine filling my mouth; when he walked in with a few other guys, they went straight to the bar and ordered their drinks. Tom was wearing a white tee shirt with a cartoonish drawing of Deputy Dawg on the front, a navy blazer, dark fitted jeans and a battered white pair of converse. I drank in how he looked, mentally removing each item of clothing, trying to figure out whether or not he was wearing his satin panties under his clothes.

The group of lads, having gotten their drinks, walked to the corner booth directly opposite my own table. I smirked as Tom sat in the only seat that was facing my direction, the others sat facing the TV.

It didn’t take long before he noticed me. I could feel his eyes on me; catching his gaze I smiled and unfastened the top two buttons of my coat. Glancing around the room to make sure that no one else was privy to my little show, I pulled my lapels apart showcasing my breasts pushed up in their tight leather confines.

I could see him catch his breath, and struggle to keep his eyes off me. I reached forwards and dipped my index finger into the glass of wine, and slowly drew a wet trail over the tops of my breasts, before lifting my finger to my mouth and slowly sucking the residue of alcohol from it; uncrossing my legs, I parted them slightly and began teasing my fingernails up the inside of my thigh, watching him all the time, seeing him struggle not to react as he squirmed in his seat.

In this atmosphere every sensation was magnified. I could feel the wine trickle down between my breasts and my nipples tighten against the leather, teasing my hand higher up my inner thigh. I felt the heat that was inches from my fingertips. I ached to go higher, to slide my fingers against the sodden fabric of my panties and tease the hard bud of my clit through the silk. Inching my legs further apart I pressed my hand against my silk clad pussy, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning, trailing my fingertips against the edge of my panties before slipping them under the fabric, running one finger down the length of my slit, gasping in spite of myself as I brushed over my clit.

Looking across the room, his eyes still burned into mine. I slipped my fingers out of my knickers and brought them to my mouth. I licked the tip of one finger, the taste of my pussy exploded in my mouth, moist, sticky, sweet and musky. I smiled across the space at him then stood up to leave the bar; he shot me a look of horror and glanced down towards his lap. I giggled; knowing he couldn’t follow me made me bolder. I unbuttoned another button then ran my fingers over the top of my corset, feeling the butter soft leather under my fingertips. I could feel my heartbeat thud against my chest and its echoing pulse between my thighs. Quickly fastening my coat again, I walked across the room, feeling his eyes burning against my back.

Once I was back in my room it didn’t take long for my mobile phone to ring. I felt the flutter of excitement as I glanced at the screen- it was Tom.

Picking up the telephone I spoke softly. “Hello.”

“Which room?” he asked, his breath quick.

“315.”

The words had barely left my lips before I heard the click of his phone being put down. I took my jacket off and hung it in the wardrobe. I stepped out of my stilettos and pulled a pair of knee high patent leather boots on in their place; reaching into my case I took out a pair of handcuffs and fastened both bracelets around my right wrist. Leaving the key on the bedside table I sat down on the side of the bed just as a knock came to the door. I didn’t even have time to answer it as he swung the door open, placed the do not disturb sign on the handle then with a deft flick of his wrist locked the latch and strode towards me.

I put my foot up to stop him, pressing the spike heel of my boot against his chest.

“Now now.” I felt my voice crack as the words left my lips. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He wrapped his hand around my ankle, letting his fingers play at the zip at the side. “I need you.”

Pushing him back with the sole of my foot I stood to face him; even in heels I was still at least five inches shorter than him. “Sit,” I said, pointing towards the chair that had been placed at the foot of the bed. He walked to the chair as meek as a lamb and sat down; his eyes never left mine for a moment. Getting more into character now I stood in front of him.

“You think you can just walk into my room and expect sex?” I challenged.

“No miss,” he replied hanging his head. I could see the line of his erection bulge against the denim.

“I think I should punish you for being so presumptuous.” At my words I could see the muscle of his prick jerk against his jeans. Sitting on the foot of the bed, I looked into his eyes. “Strip.”

His voice wavered as he spoke. “You, ummm, you want me to strip, now?”

I nodded my head and sat back further on the bed. “Do it, strip for me.”

He stood up and shed his jacket, throwing it onto the floor, toeing of his shoes at the same time. His hands went to the bottom of his tee shirt and slowly drew it up over his head, exposing his toned chest and flat stomach, that oh so sexy line of hair that trailed from his navel down beneath the waistband of his jeans, and the deep V of his hip bones that lead the eye down to the ultimate prize. I felt my mouth go dry as he began to unbutton his jeans, and exposed what lay underneath. His cock strained against a navy blue tie side satin thong. He dropped the jeans to the floor and stepped out of them; he reached for the waistband of his thong and began to draw it down over his hips.

“Stop.”

He looked at me confused. “You wanted me to strip,” he said.

“I did, but I didn’t say how far. Where did you get the thong Tom?” I asked.

He blushed deep crimson red. “I took it from your wash basket the last day I left your house. I couldn’t go away for a fortnight without something to remind me of you, two weeks without being able to smell the scent of your pussy would have been torture.”

I reached to the bedside table for the key to the cuffs that were still attached to my right wrist. Standing up I turned to Tom. “Lay down on the bed, arms above your head.” I undid the bracelets then left the key back on the table.

Tom moved onto the centre of the bed and raised his arms above his head. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest, feeling the thud of his heartbeat against my satin clad cunt. Leaning forwards I quickly cuffed both his wrists to the post of the headboard. I could feel his breath against my skin as I leaned over him; he pressed his face forwards and ran the tip of his tongue across the leather of my corset and up to the exposed skin of my breasts above it. I caught a moan in the back of my throat sliding my pussy down over his chest and stomach, till the silk of my panties was slipping against the satin of his. I could feel the hardness of his body under mine, and the throb of my pussy against the thickness of his cock

I climbed off the bed; reaching into my case took out two silk scarves and set about binding Tom’s feet the bottom of the bed. I smiled as I looked up at him laying spread eagle on the mattress. Standing at his feet I ran my fingers up over the sides of my corset across my breasts then down to my sodden silk clad cunt. Curling my fingers under the elastic of my thong I pulled it slowly down over my hips, down my thighs then dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. I ran my hand down my thigh then stepped up onto the bed, straddling Tom’s face. I could feel his breath hot against my naked pussy. I purposely stayed millimetres too far from his mouth’s reach as I slipped two fingers inside my cunt. I gasped aloud at the sensation. Rubbing the pad of my thumb against my clit I moaned and grasped my free hand against the head board, my hand settling centimetres from his own. My thighs were trembling as I moved my fingers faster, hearing them squelch in and out of my wet hot pussy. I could feel the waves of pleasure start in the pit of my stomach and the juice from my sticky pussy begin to run down my thigh and drip against Tom’s face.

He moaned and strained against his bindings, begging in a low voice, “Please, please, let me taste your pussy, I need to, please.”

I ignored his protests and moved away from him. I ground my pussy down the length of his body, savouring the feel of hard male under me.

Settling down between his legs I saw that his cock was almost painfully hard, the precum staining the blue fabric even darker. I flicked my tongue over that spot and was treated to a gasp from Tom. I bent forward and catching the ribbon tie of the right side of the thong between my teeth I pulled it free. Glancing up at Tom I saw him straining up against the ties, using his hands to lift his head higher so he could see. I caught the other ribbon and in the same motion pulled it free; all that covered his prick was a thin veil of satin. I ran my tongue along his hipbone, down along his inner thigh, inhaling the scent that was uniquely his.

I pulled the silk free and ran my tongue from the root to the tip of his cock; when I captured his prick in my mouth his whole body lifted clear of the bed and he gasped a long drawn out breath. “Fuck.”

I ran the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, then running my fingers up his inner thigh I began stroking his balls. His breath was coming faster and he pushed his hips towards my mouth. Letting his cock spring free from my mouth, I continued to massage his balls, letting my fingers slowly dip down between the twin globes of his arse; pushing one finger against the dark pucker of his arsehole, he moaned and pressed his body against my hand. I let the tip of one finger slowly push past the dark ring of muscle and probe deep feeling the swelling of his prostate under my finger I rubbed against it, drawing more gasps and moans. I could see his prick swell even more, the head almost purple; leaning forwards I gave one long lick along the length of his cock before moving off the bed.

He groaned. “Please,” straining against the confines that held his wrists and ankles.

“Please what?” I questioned.

He squirmed on the bed. “Please, I need you.” He looked up at me pleading; his arousal was obvious in his eyes.

“I said you needed to be punished, I didn’t say you could come yet, did I Tom?”

“No miss,” he echoed. “But you didn’t say that I couldn’t either,” he added almost defiantly.

“Smart mouth for a man that’s tied up,” I teased. “Perhaps I should find a way of keeping your mouth better occupied.” Reaching to the floor I grabbed my still wet silk panties and rubbed them against his lips; he didn’t resist for a second. As if he knew what I was going to ask him to do he opened his mouth and began to lick and suck at the crotch of the panties. I pulled the sodden fabric from his mouth and tossed it to the floor, pausing for a second to grab a dildo from my case, holding it up in front of his face.

“Open your mouth and hold the end between your lips.”

He did as I asked within seconds. Moving up the bed I pulled the pillows from underneath his head and threw them to the floor before spinning around and straddling his face so I was facing his feet. I could see his cock hard against his stomach. Tilting my body backwards I felt the tip of the dildo against my arse. Moving back further I felt it push against the entrance to my pussy. Pushing myself slowly down onto it I heard Tom’s muffled moan as he watched the rubber cock fill my cunt; grinding my pussy against his mouth and the phallus I groaned and leaning both hands on his waist I began to ride his face in earnest. My breasts felt tight and constricted in the tight leather; reaching one hand up I pulled the top of the corset down pulling my tits free. The contractions of orgasm were wound tight in my stomach and my thighs began to tremble and shake, bucking my hips faster and faster against the plastic cock. He groaned against his rubber gag as I came, my pussy convulsing around the dildo and a flood of wetness drenching the tops of my thighs and dripping down onto his face.

Slowly I lifted myself clear of his face, moaning at the feeling of loss as the rubber cock slid out of my dripping pussy; turning round and straddling his stomach I felt the throb of his prick against my arse. He lifted his head to look at me, and there was pure lust burning in their depths. Taking the dildo from his mouth I lent down to gently kiss his lips. I could smell my sex on his face, taste my cunt on his kiss. Sitting upright I brought the toy to my lips and began running my tongue around the tip. The taste of my pussy exploded in my mouth and I moaned as I sucked the toy deep into my mouth. Tom’s eyes were blazing as he watched and began grinding his hips against me, trying to find some relief. Moving down between his legs I sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time, rolling my tongue around them, then licked a trail to the tip of his cock before sliding his cock into my mouth until his balls rested on my chin. He moaned and squirmed against me, jerking his hips forwards, moving back and letting his cock slide slowly out of my mouth so I could sit upright and free his legs from their silk bindings. Moving up I undid the locks that held his arms above his head; as soon as I’d unlocked the bracelet of one cuff he pulled his arms free and grabbed hold of my hips. Lifting me as if I weighed nothing, he slammed his cock deep into my still tender pussy.

I would have protested but the feeling of his thick shaft buried deep inside my cunt was so good. I quickly rotated my hips, grinding my pussy against him. I could feel the muscles of my pussy clench around his cock, sucking at it, as if trying to draw him deeper inside.

“Fuck, Elizabeth,” he groaned, moving his hands up to my breasts, which were swinging free from the top of the corset. “I need to come, please make me come.”

Reaching my hands round behind me I gripped the tops of his thighs, arching my back and dropping my head towards his feet so he had the view of his cock pushing in and out of my pussy. It was my intention to tease him to the edge of climax then make him beg for more, but that idea was abruptly pushed from my head as his fingers pinched my clit. My orgasm hit me so hard and unexpectedly my entire body convulsed on top of his. I could feel my pussy grip his cock tighter as the waves of my orgasm milked his from him.

I fell onto his chest, my heartbeat thundering in my temples. I felt his arms come around me, and felt the tickle of the cold steel of the handcuff that was still attached to his wrist. We fell asleep like that; his cock nestled deep inside my pussy, wrapped around each other.

When I awoke a little later I saw Tom sitting on the floor at the side of the bed, looking into my suitcase, admiring the toys that I’d brought along. He must have sensed me move, as he looked and around and smiled at me.

“I see you brought a few knick knacks with you.”

“Yeah,” I answered somewhat sleepily. “One or two essentials.”

He laughed loud and lifted out a roll of black latex body tape. “Essentials eh? I like the way you think.”

Sliding forwards on the cotton sheets, I reached into the case and pulled our current favourite toy from the bottom; his eyes smiled as he saw the harness of my strap on dangling from my fingertips. Sitting up on the bed I quickly shimmied into the harness and tightened the straps around my hips. Reaching for the dildo we abandoned on the bed earlier I clicked it in place with a deft flick of my wrist.

“Like I say just one or two essentials.”

He stood up, and I grinned as I saw he was wearing the silk G string I’d taken off earlier, his cock was stiff against the still damp fabric. He blushed and said, “I couldn’t resist, it smelt so good when you took it off earlier, I wanted to see how it felt.”

“I guess I didn’t punish you well enough earlier,” I teased. “Perhaps another lesson is needed?”

He eyed the strap on eagerly and with no hesitation spoke.

“Yes miss.”

I clambered off the bed and undid the laces of my corset and letting it fall to the floor I turned to face him. I ran my fingers lightly down over my breasts and stomach, over the rough material of the harness then over the rubber of the dildo.

“Suck me,” I ordered.

Obediently he knelt in front of me and took the phallus in his mouth. I churned my hips, pushing it deeper; he gagged and moaned around the rubber. I felt my clit throb against the seam of the harness, as I watched him suck and lick, desperately trying to please. I admired the way his whole body moved with each suck, as if he wanted to devour me whole. Pulling the strap on from his mouth I tapped it against the side of his face, lightly smacking his cheek with it.

“Like that whore?” I questioned.

“Yes miss,” he answered, his hand going to his cock and stroking it through the its silken confine. I gently slapped his cheek with the dildo once more, and his prick jerked at the sound of the thwack against his skin.

Stepping back I motioned for him to stand. “Take the panties off and lay on the bed,” I instructed.

He slid his fingers underneath the elastic and slipped the underwear down over his thighs and past his knees then stepped out of it, holding the scrap of fabric in his hand. He moved to bend over the end of the bed.

“Don’t bend over, lay on your back across the bed, keep your hips to the edge of the mattress. I want to see your face when I fuck you. I want to tell you what a dirty little whore you are.”

His face flushed at my demand, but he lay across the bed as I had instructed; he held the discarded panties to his nose, breathing deeply and inhaling the scent of both our sexes. Standing between his parted legs I reached for a small bottle of lubricant that was in my case. Pouring some into the palm of my hand I began to coat the surface of the dildo with long strokes, then reaching down I ran my slippery fingers between the globes of his arse, teasing the dark pucker that lay between them. His body reacted greedily. He pushed his hips upwards offering me the access that he craved. I reached for his legs and drew them up, pushing them back towards his chest, then pressed the tip of the strap on against his arsehole.

His body shivered, and he tightened his grip on his cock.

“Beg for it.”

The words left his mouth in a rush. “Please Elizabeth, please fuck me, I need it.”

I churned my hips, moving the head of the dildo up and down against his arsehole, he groaned and pushed against me.

“I said beg for it bitch.” The words rolled off my tongue.

He swore under his breath. “Please, I need it, am begging you, fuck me, treat me like your whore.”

I slowly pushed the head of the rubber cock against the dark ring of muscle, feeling the resistance give way and let me slip inside, slowly inch by inch till my hips were tight against his buttocks and the dildo was buried deep inside him.

“Treat you like a whore?” I questioned. “If you want to be fucked like a whore, then beg for it like a whore.” I rotated my hips, and felt the ripples of his muscles contracting vibrate gently up the length of the rubber cock.

When I started to pump my hips back and forth Tom cried out, “Fuck me, fuck me hard!”

He cursed and swore as I began to fuck his arsehole, slowly at first, then faster, relishing the sound of our bodies slapping together, his hand began to stroke his cock up and down, faster meeting the stroke of my thrusts, leaning forwards, pushing his legs further back and slamming the rubber dong deeper into his arsehole.

I whispered in his ear, “Dirty bitch.”

He bit his lower lip and groaned, pumping his cock harder.

“Filthy whore.”

He stifled a moan and I saw his cock jerk against his hand, as his muscles clenched so tightly around the toy I could barely move it back or forth. The cum ran from his cock, covering his stomach, and spattering against the bedclothes. He lay on the bed for a few moments struggling to catch his breath before he spoke.

“Jesus girl, what do you do to me?”

I laughed as I slid the harness down my hips and to the floor. “About half as much as I’d like to.”

I felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me back onto the bed. Wrapping his legs around mine, he kissed the back of my neck. We fell asleep that way, wrapped up in each other.

When I woke later, I felt a strange sensation around my leg; looking to the bottom of the bed I saw Tom tie the end of a silk scarf to my ankle. Moving to sit up I discovered that my hands were bound to the head board with the handcuffs.

“Whaa…” I started to question.

Tom just smiled at me and said, “My turn.”

But that’s a whole other story.