When he came in he kissed me gently on the head and told me to stand up. He ran his hand over my pubic mound and kissed me passionately on the lips. I could tell that he was pleased with the smoothness he felt. He ate dinner in a leisurely way while I served his wine. I had eaten earlier in the day, as instructed, so that I would not have to be punished shortly after a full meal.

When the meal was finished and I had cleared away, I was instructed to go and kneel before the bedroom mirror. I took my position and clasped my hands behind my back. My husband came in and removed the belt from his trousers. It is brown leather, one and a half inches wide and very supple. He has worn the same belt since before I met him and he is never without it. As he folded the belt to take the buckle and opposite end into his firm hand I trembled and tears welled in my eyes before I had received a single stroke. In his strong, firm voice my husband asked me how many strokes I was to receive.

"Sixteen Sir" I replied. He confirmed that I was correct and told me that I must call out the strokes as I received them. My husband raised his arm and I watched the belt in the mirror as it arced down before I heard the crack and felt the awful pain in my right breast. I cried out "one" as I saw the bright red mark rise immediately along the top of my breast. Instead of the second stroke coming immediately, my husband walked round in front of me and positioned himself to strike the other breast. With perfect precision, the second stroke matched the first and I gasped as I called out "two". The punishment continued alternately to my breasts until the ninth stroke when I screamed and clasped my hands to my breasts when the belt hit the same spot for the second or third time. Realising what I had done, I put my hands back behind me as soon as I could, but I forgot to number the stroke. My husband went to the wardrobe where he took a scarf and tied my wrists behind my back. He told me that the last stroke would not be counted because I had not called it, and I would receive an additional two strokes on my vagina for breaking discipline by putting my hands to my breasts. My belting continued. Although I screamed in pain several times, I succeeded in calling the numbers and for the last four strokes, my husband had me lay on my back on the bed so that he could hit the unmarked lower part of my breasts. When this stage of my punishment was finished, my husband kissed each of my bruised and swollen breasts before telling me that I was to kneel in front of the mirror for one hour before punishment continued. He untied my wrists.

As I knelt I watched my breasts change from brilliant red with purple patches, where the blows had overlapped, to a darker colour. They were swollen and different from their usual shape. The stinging pain gradually subsided and the heat seemed to seep from my breasts throughout my body. I had not been forbidden to touch myself so I massaged them gently. The feel of the heat into my hands was so strange, but good as well. As I looked and felt my punished body I feared for what was to come. My husband is a good and kind man and he promised when we married that he would never do me any permanent damage although I would be corrected if I failed to maintain the standards necessary from his wife. I had broken my promise that I would make love to him at any time and in any way that he chose and I was being punished for it. In my heart I knew that he would not break his promise, but I was still frightened of how I could take the vagina punishment that I was due. It would surely be terribly painful and I had already failed to keep position when my breasts were being beaten. I dared not fail him again. Despite the pain in my breasts and the fear for my vagina, I was also excited and when I touched myself between my legs I was very wet. I realised that my time must be coming to an end and I heard my husband in the shower. When he came into the bedroom he was naked and carrying a wooden bar that I had never seen before.

We have a blanket box in the bedroom which has a padded top. It is just about the length of my body and the top of it is about 18 inches high. We have made love on it a few times and I have been spanked across it. My husband placed it in front of the mirror with the scarf underneath it. He instructed me to lie on the box on my back with my crotch level with the end. In this position my head was on the box and I knew that I should look at the mirror. My husband took the bar, which was about two feet long and put it between my knees. There was a leather cuff at each end of the bar and my husband secured them around my legs just above the knee. He then tied my wrists to either end of the scarf so that my hands rested on the floor at either side of the box. I felt very much better when he had done this because I would not now be able to close my legs or try to stop any blows with my hands. With the preparation complete, my husband went to his desk and collected the flogger.

The flogger has a smoothly polished hardwood handle and six square leather tails which are about two feet long. Each of the tails had a single knot tied in it close to the end. My husband made the flogger himself. The leather was sold by a specialist leather shop as bootlaces and the handle belonged to a garden trowel. Although the leather tails are quite thin they fall heavily and the sting that I have felt on my bottom, thighs and breasts was enough to tell me that my vagina would hurt. He positioned himself above me and said "how many strokes are you due?" For an hour I had worried and reflected on my original sixteen and the extra two so I replied "eighteen Sir" without any hesitation or doubt. Once again I was instructed to call out the stroke numbers as they were administered.

I watched in the mirror as his arm rose and the flogger dropped down over his back before whistling through the air and cracking into the lips of my sex. "One" I called immediately and the arm was back up as a gasped. The second stroke made its stinging strike before I started breathing again and I breathed in sharply before I could call out "two". The following three strokes came in quick succession and I let out an involuntary cry before I could call number five. At this point my husband lifted one leg over the box and stood to one side rather than directly over me. The next five strokes still struck me firmly on my vulva, but they were at an angle. My husband then stepped across to the other side of the box and continued. by the time of the fifteenth stroke I was screaming each time the flogger hit me, but I still managed to call out the number. for the last three strokes, my husband straddled the box again. Tears streamed from my eyes so that I could hardly see myself in the mirror, but through the blur the flogger flashed in time with the whistle and crack. Of course I could not see my labia, but it was the only part of my body that I could feel. Fiery pain filled my groin while waves of ecstasy flooded my body as I called the last stroke. My husband released me and as he lifted me onto the bed I felt his erection press into the side of my body. Without a second of hesitation, he spread my legs and thrust his full length into my burning vagina. His body pressed down onto me and I was aware again of my bruised breasts chafed by his wiry chest hair. He kissed me deeply and passionately as he pounded my punished vagina. Within seconds I orgasmed so intensely that I felt that I was close to losing consciousness. Orgasm after orgasm flooded me and then my husband lifted my knees and pressed his penis into my bottom. There was little resistance as his soaked penis entered me and I remembered wondering whether my tighter hole was nicer for him than my vagina, or if the punishment had made my swollen vulva a more satisfying place than it might usually be. After a few hard thrusts of his full length into my anus he commanded "mouth"and withdrew with a loud plopping sound. I turned instantly to take him in my mouth and he grabbed my hair as he pushed himself right into my throat. There were just one or two thrusts before I felt his penis throb and he ejaculated. As his semen started to spurt into my throat he pulled back a little so that he filled my mouth. I kept my lips tight round him and made sure that I swallowed every drop before licking him thoroughly clean.

When I had finished my husband kissed me on the mouth. I thanked him for my punishment and for the wonderful lovemaking. I promised him that I would never again refuse him sex whenever, wherever and however he wanted it. He said "I know". We pulled the bed covers over us and went to sleep in each others arms. I was wakened again twice during the night for him to take me. Each time he ejaculated into my mouth after penetrating me anally. I had never felt more loved or wanted in my life.

I was very sore the next day and I had some difficulty in walking due to the pain between my legs as I did so. The marks remained for a long time although they changed colour daily. For the next several days my husband had intercourse with me vaginally although he always finished in my mouth and sometimes he had me anally as well. I am sure he enjoyed penetrating my swollen and discoloured vagina more than when it was in its normal state.

The bruises on my breasts were visible for more than two weeks. There was one permanent change from that day. I am now required to keep my pubic area completely free of hair. I receive a waxing every three weeks and I am now having electrolysis to permanently remove the hair growth. I hid my marks from the lady who does my hair removal on the first time that I was waxed, but now I have been several times. I always have the same person to do the work and she has certainly seen the results of my punishments by now. Although we talk all the time as she works, she has never mentioned the marks on my bottom. I was very self conscious about it at first, but I am not any more. I don't suppose she will ever mention it. I never will.

For several days after my punishment I felt the tenderness each time I put on my knickers or bra. I was aware of the swelling and sensitivity every step I took and each time I leant over a table or work surface. When it came to my maintenance I felt the spanking differently from usual on the fading cane marks on my bottom. As I knelt before the mirror for my husband to urinate in my mouth I glanced sideways and saw my purple and yellow streaked breasts. I felt so happy and secure that my husband loved me so well and cared for me so thoroughly. When he had emptied his bladder into me and I had kissed and licked him clean he told me about the feedback that he had received from my punishment writing.

I had been required to invite reader comment on what might be done to me for my disobedience. I didn't know if anybody would be interested in what I had written or whether they would respond, but I did have some apprehension about it. My husband said that he had many suggestions. Mostly he did not consider them appropriate, but he would tell me about them over the coming weeks. However, he had decided to introduce one suggestion. This was called 'rimming'.

When my husband taught me what this meant it was the most incredible experience that I shall never forget. I was told to shower and then bend over the blanket box in front of the mirror. When my husband entered the bedroom, I looked in the mirror to see if I could see anything in his hand, but I could not. As he approached I prepared for something painful to happen, but I could not think what it would be. Then he knelt behind me, grasped my buttocks in his large hands and parted them. As I gazed at the mirror in apprehension he leant forward until his face was right into my bottom and suddenly I felt the warm, wet feel of his tongue on my anus. I gasped with surprise and then drew in a breath as his tongue probed into me. The sensation was indescribable when the tip of his tongue twirled around the entrance to my rear hole. he probed and wriggled it; he licked at the entrance and inside then penetrated his stiff and pointed tongue before bobbing his head in and out in a kind of motion of intercourse. I moaned in ecstasy and disbelief. The sensation was heavenly and wicked at the same time. I knew that this was not my rightful position. My role, my very reason for being, is to pleasure my husband, to serve him and to meet his sexual needs. That is the way that I gain my pleasure and now I was being serviced by him in the most unbelievable and beautiful way. I loved it, but I longed for it to stop. It was not right for my husband to be on his knees behind me and for his proud face to be in my bottom. Orgasm overwhelmed me as my husband massaged my clitoris with one hand and my breast with the other as his tongue tickled my nerve ends until I could think of nothing. Spasm after spasm convulsed me and I felt his tongue being nipped by my convulsing sphincter. He guided me to the bed, laid me down and kissed me passionately on my lips. Our tongues entwined and I sucked gently on his in an instinctive need to clean it although there was no hint of where it had been. My husband told me that this was rimming and in future I would do it to him during my maintenance session each week. After my spanking and when I had done my urinal duty I would rim him until he indicated to me to stop. It must be done in this order because he had no doubt that the rimming would bring him to erection and he intended to follow it immediately by using me as he wished.

 

            I have been feeling her ass, and even grabbed her around the waist a few times over the past two weeks.  I have been just waiting for a chance like today.  I asked her to come in on a Saturday morning to finish some year-end reports.  During the off-season, no one works on Saturdays, and I will have her all to myself.  I got to the office about an hour before I told her to get there, just to set some things up.  She showed up right on time, and I met her at the door.  Since it was a Saturday, and the office was closed, I locked the door after I let her in.  I turned toward her, and she was wearing very tight jeans with sequins on the back pockets.  Like she needed any further design on that ass.  I grabbed both cheeks, and told her that was how I would greet her at the door.  She leaned back into me and wiggled her ass a bit.  "Do you like my jeans?" she asked.  "Nice and shiny, like a special candy wrapper" I said.  That brought a smile and glance over the shoulder, while I still was feeling those buns.  We headed upstairs to the office and to those reports.

 

            The reports did not take long.  Since we finished early, she decided to clear out and organize some of the old files.  I had them stacked at the back of my counter.  As she reached way over the counter to get those files, I turned around and started caressing her ass.  She wiggled back into me, and purred.  As she moved the files, she uncovered my prep work from earlier that morning.  "What is this?" she asked.  "That is a just a little bit more work that needs to be done,” I said.  I had run some Velcro bondage straps down behind the counter and tied them to the top brackets underneath.  I grabbed both her wrists, and strapped the Velcro around each.  She was fully stretched out over the countertop, with her feet just on the floor.  She would have had to stand on her toes if it wasn't for the 4" black heals she was wearing.  "I don't know about this", she said a bit concerned.  "If you don't like this, then you can just walk away"  She pulled on the straps, but they would not move.  I had checked them over several times, and made sure she would not be able to get away.  "Well, since you are still here, I assume you don't want to leave".  She started to protest, but I started getting busy by then, and really wasn't listening anymore.

           

I pressed my already straining cock into the crack of her ass, pinning her even harder against the counter.  I could see that this may be a problem so I tucked a folded towel on the edge of the top.  After all, I would not want to bruise this merchandise.  I slid my hands up under her shirt all the way to her shoulders pushing her shirt up as I moved up her back.  I did a little massage, then moved back down to her bright blue bra.  I unhooked the clasp, and I swear I heard her give a little moan.  I caressed down her sides, and reached under her and slid her bra up over her perky little titties.  For the first time I felt her bare breasts, and gently pinched and twisted her nipples.  I was not sure if it was the cold top, or the excitement, but those nipples were hard enough to scratch my desktop.  I did notice there was no longer any protests, nor did she try to pull away from my caresses.  I was still standing behind her, grinding my now very hard cock into her ass.  I slid my hands lightly down her sides toward those shiny candy wrapper jeans.  As I did, she did jump a little ...  ticklish - make a mental note of that one for future references.

 

            After running my hands over her hips, and as far down on the outside of her legs as I could, I slid my hands to the inside of her legs, and began running them up her inner thighs.  Again, no fight, no protest.  I reached the cheeks of her ass, and slid one hand right into the crotch of her jeans.  I rubbed her pussy through her jeans once or twice before I slid my hands up and over her ass, around her hips, and reached under her to her belt buckle.  I undid her buckle, the button on her jeans, and her zipper.  I reached in to her pants, and could feel that she was wearing lace panties of some sort.  Did I hear another moan?  I slowly pulled her jeans back and down.  Even though I had grabbed and caressed that ass many times over the last couple of weeks, I was not nearly prepared for how delicious her bare ass checks looked with only a black string thong with a silver dragonfly clasp as adornment.  Candy wrapper jeans was an understatement.  I had to take off her shoes one at a time to remove her jeans then put each of the heals back on, after just a small kiss on the bottom of the foot.

 

            There she was, her shirt pushed up to her shoulders and only in her thong and heals.  I dropped down to my knees and kissed the back of her knees.  I dragged my tongue up the back of her leg until I reached the curve of her ass, then I did the same to the other leg.  I slid my hand up her inner thigh until I reached her pussy.  She was already very hot, and very wet.  I began playing and exploring her pussy with my hand while I was kissing and licking her ass.  I grabbed her thong and pulled it down and off.  I took the thong, and rubbed her pussy with it to absorb some of those juices.  I put it under my nose and took a good whiff of her intoxicating scent.  I reached back under her and began to play with her pussy again.  I spread her lips, and could see her juicy pink hole.  Her swollen clit was poking out, but I was careful not to touch that yet, even though I would rub my fingers up to it, just not too close.  I pulled my hand back and spread her ass cheeks apart to get a better look at her little ass hole.  What a beautiful chocolate starfish.  When I spread her cheeks apart, she adjusted her legs further apart to give me better access.  I leaned in and planted a kiss right on her asshole, and licked right around the rim.  She clearly moaned and arched her back to push her ass back further onto my tongue.  My hand reached back down, and this time I went right in for the clit.  My tongue followed down, and I began drinking in some of those juices that all my attention was creating.  No candy has ever tasted this good.  I was rubbing her clit with my fingers, while I was licking her pussy and asshole.  I would alternate sticking my tongue as far as I could in which ever hole I as at.  She as moaning and breathing heavily now, and pulling very hard on the restraints.  Her first orgasm hit, and I could feel the juices running down my arm.  My God this woman was so hot.  I licked up as much of her nectar as I could reach.  I could see juices running down her inner thigh, so I dropped lower and licked it up.

 

            I stood up, and reached down and removed my jeans and my fleece shirt.  It was way to hot in here for those.  I grabbed her foot and pulled it up.  I removed her shoe, licked the bottom of her foot, then moved it down to rub it on my hard cock.  I put her shoe back on and placed the head of my cock at her pussy lips.  I just barely put pressure on her pussy.  She moaned and pushed back, but with the restraints, she could not move back very far.  "What do you want?" I asked.  She moaned again, well almost a growl. 

"Come on, quit teasing me!" she yelled at me. 

"Tell me what you want,” I said. 

"You know what I want, come on"

I pushed just the head of my cock into her pussy, then stopped again.  "Is that what you want?"

"No, I want all of it" and she was pulling hard on the straps, trying to jerk back.

 I slapped her bare ass "Now behave yourself, or I will send you home right now"

She gasped, but stopped jerking on the straps.  "No don't send me home yet"

"OK, now what do you want"

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, slam your cock into me, slap my ass, pinch my tits, I don't care what you do to me, just do me!"

 

            With that, I slammed my full length into her pussy.  It was so wet and slippery, it went in with no problem.  I had my cock buried deep into her tight wet pussy.  She felt better than I could imagine, but I could not enjoy the feeling for very long.  After just a second or two, I pulled almost all the way out, and started fucking her, trying to go slow, but this was about as much self-restraint as I had in me.  I had both hands on her hips, and was pumping in and out of the juiciest pussy I have ever seen.  She was moaning and breathing in time with my thrusting.  I reached down and rubbed her juices up and onto her asshole.  I had such a wonderful view from this angle.  I started rubbing and caressing her ass and the rim of her asshole.  She was pushing her ass back to match my rhythm.  I pushed one finger just to the first knuckle into her asshole.  She was supplying plenty of lubricant, and it slid in very easy.  She moaned ever louder, and pushed back harder.  I pulled my finger out, lubed it again with her juices and pushed it further into her asshole.  By now she was really into it.  She was gasping loud with each thrust, and pushing her ass back faster and as hard as she could.  I was picking up my pace and fucking her hard.  With my finger now buried as far into her asshole as I could reach, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy through her thin slippery membrane. 

 

            We were both breathing hard and in time, faster and faster.  I was thrusting as hard and as deep into her as I could.  I could feel the pressure building and I knew I was soon going to give this woman even more juices in that already wet pussy.  I could feel the explosion building from my toes to my fingertips.  I pulled my finger out of her asshole, and grabbed both her hips and pulled her onto me as the same time I did one last lunge with my hips.  I grunted and came deep into her pussy with a load that just didn't want to stop.  At the same time, she was almost yelling and her legs were almost vibrating they were shaking so hard.  I could feel her pussy contract and grab right a hold of my cock and milk ever once of cum I had.  I held her hips pulling hard, and kept my cock buried as deep in that pussy as I could, God this felt so good.

 

            We stayed like that for a minute or two, then I started to come back to reality.  I caressed her butt some, then rubbed up her back and massaged a little on her back and shoulders, but she was silent.  It was at that point that I completely realized what I had done.  I had forcefully restrained this woman and took advantage of her in that situation.  Was she angry?  Would she now quit her job and leave me, or worse?  What had I done?  I pulled out of her, and quickly put my pants back on.  I reached up and undid the Velcro on the straps and freed her.  She stood up straight and stretched out her back.  I must say I as very nervous, but as she stretched back I had a great glimpse of her neatly trimmed pussy hair.  this woman is so incredibly sexy.  I thought, well here it comes, she is going to threaten to quit or lawsuit, or whatever.  Instead she was silent.  She kicked off her shoes, reached down and pulled her pants on, put her shoes back on, walked over to her office and put her jacket on.  She headed out of the office and headed downstairs to the front door.  I followed, not a word was muttered.  When she reached the door, she unlocked it, opened it and stood with her butt against the door. 

 

            "Come here" she said.  I walked up to her not really sure what direction this was going to go.  She planted a long, lingering kiss on my lips, and just brushed her tongue against mine.  My knees that were already weak, almost gave out on that kiss. 

"That was very nasty of you, and just so you are not totally unprepared, I will get even with you” she said as she reached between my legs and grabbed a handful of my balls and rubbed up my cock.  With that she said, "Have a nice weekend", turned and walked out the door.  I stood in the door, watched her walk to her car, get in and start to pull away.  As she was driving by the door looking in at me, I saw a big smile come across her face as she saw me standing there with her thong held up to my nose.  I can't wait until the day she gets her revenge.

 

On our honeymoon my husband was gentle with me. Our love making was passionate and exciting. He gave me tremendous pleasure and introduced me to the extreme joy of multiple orgasms produced by his hands, tongue and penis. Once I was able to accommodate his large member inside me without discomfort, he told me that it was time to begin our journey of development of our lovemaking into the complete surrender of a wife to the pleasure of her husband. Exactly 7 days after our marriage the first Saturday had arrived for my maintenance. After a delightful lunch in our hotel we returned to our room where he told me to take of my clothes and take a shower. Dried and glowing with expectation and nervousness I returned to the bedroom where my naked husband gestured to me to take my position over his knees. He kissed me gently on the neck and the next thing I knew was a terrible stinging pain in my left buttock. I screamed and kicked out my feet in reflex action. I heard a harsh "keep still and quiet" before a second stroke hit me equally hard on my right buttock.

I bit my lip and held myself rigid until on the sixth stroke I could contain it no longer and I cried out as my tears dropped from my face. As the next stroke came down I put my hand in the way and stopped it from fully completing its blow.

He stopped and in a calm voice he told me to get off his knee and kneel before him. I did as instructed and my husband said. "For interfering in your maintenance you will receive two punishment strokes with my belt on your bottom. You punishment is lenient as this is your first spanking, but future transgressions will be dealt with more severely."

He told me to place myself in a kneeling position with my bottom in the air and my forehead on the floor in the position that my father had told him I knew. With my tears blurring my vision, I did as I was told while he took his belt from the trousers on the bed. The two lashes on my sore bottom hurt beyond description.

During my childhood my father had spanked me with his hand and even caned me when I had been especially naughty, but I now realised that my womanly duties would be much harder to bear.

I was then made to get back onto my husband's knee and receive the remaining four strokes of his hand. This I did without further sound or movement.

At the end of the maintenance my husband kissed me passionately and held me in a loving embrace. He told me that he loved me dearly and he believed that our marriage would be wonderful. Feelings of love swept over me in wave after wave as the fierce stinging in my bottom turned to heat and glow. I could feel that he was very aroused. He told me to kneel again and as I did so his hugely erect member seemed to fill the whole of my tearful vision. He told me to clasp my hands behind me and open my mouth. Taking a handful of my hair he positioned my head and drew my open mouth onto his penis until it filled my mouth fully.

My husband gently explained to me that on this first occasion I should suck and lick his penis until he removed it. I was to use my mouth to stimulate him as much as I could. I must minister to his member as if I were worshipping it with all the devotion that I could raise. My aim was to be to love the presence of it in my mouth as much as I loved to kiss his mouth. I must desire to meet every possible want of the penis with my mouth as I desired to have it work my vagina to orgasm. He said that in the future he would ejaculate into my mouth and that my throat would receive it in the same way as my vagina, but on this first occasion I could just suck and lick.

My mouth was stretched and my jaw ached as I worked feverishly to carry out these orders. All the time my mind was racing with the thoughts of what was to come. Could this really be possible? How could this huge thing get into my throat, and how could I possibly have it spurt into my mouth? Were these things normal and could I cope with them?

While I worked my mouth as best I could my husband started to move my head back a forth a little from the hold he had on my hair. Soon he was groaning. He pulled my head away, threw me face down onto the bed and entered my vagina from behind. We both climaxed violently and the coolness of his belly against by scorching bottom was pure heaven.

He started on a daily programme of oral training as soon as we returned home from the honeymoon. Each day after dinner in the evening, I removed all my clothes and knelt before him in his chair. I was instructed to undo his clothing and take his soft penis into my mouth. I then kissed, licked and sucked it until it became erect. At this stage my husband took my head and told me to clasp my hands behind my back. He moved my mouth up and down on him, telling me to continue using my tongue and sucking. He explained that he was going to push into my throat and when I felt the head of his penis there I must make a swallowing action to allow it to enter easily. He told me that I would gag at first, but with repeated effort I would be able to receive him fully. He tried two or three times on that first occasion, but my throat reacted violently each time causing me to cough and choke and bringing tears to my eyes.

After about thirty minutes of this training, in which there were long periods of me being allowed to suck gently without my throat being tested, he said that he was ready to ejaculate. Not knowing at all what to expect I froze until my husband said "you may as well get used to the taste right away" and I knew that he was going to do it in my mouth. Even so, it was a great shock a few seconds later to feel his penis pulsating and for my mouth to be flooded with semen as he held my head firmly in place. I coughed and some of it splashed out from around my lips and onto his clothing.

My husband lifted my head away. After telling me to look up with my mouth open so that he could see, he commanded me to swallow. I did so although I found it very difficult that first time. My mouth seemed full of stickiness and it would not go down easily.

I was punished for soiling my husband's clothing, but he was not excessive due to my inexperience. After this lesson my husband provided me with a bendable rubber penis which I was to practice putting into my throat until I could do it without being sick. I practised each day while he was at work and with him in the evenings. Over the coming weeks I slowly managed to take him fully into my throat and to swallow his semen fully whether he chose to do it in my mouth or throat. The objective, as explained to me, was to make my mouth as readily usable for intercourse as my vagina and I am proud to say that we have achieved that objective. My husband now ejaculates into my mouth or throat at least once every day and he sometimes chooses for our intercourse to be entirely into my mouth, when he thrusts with just as much vigour as he might at the other end. However, this did not come easily or quickly and my failings during training resulted in a considerable number of punishments. During this period my chastisement was extended beyond my bottom. On three occasions my sensitive inner thighs were beaten with the flogger or belt and once the flogger was used on my breasts.

My breast flogging was not really as painful as some of my other punishments, but I was frightened before it happened and rather worried whether it might cause any injury to me. I should not have had that worry because my husband assured me before our marriage that I would never be caused permanent injury and I know that he is knowledgeable and would never break his word. I must have more trust. The day following the breast flogging I had very clear stripes across them which were slightly raised. I wore a low topped tee shirt throughout the day as I did my work around the house. Seeing the stripes each time I passed a mirror gave me a little thrill. That day I really felt that I was owned by my husband and it made me feel safe and warm. When my husband came home from work I met him at the door as usual and kissed him. He then kissed the exposed part of each of my breasts before saying "if you wish to display yourself, do so properly. Remove your clothing now and remain naked until your marks are gone." I had to stay nude for three days. It is fortunate that my work is to keep the house and I had nearly enough shopping to get away without having to go out. Our house is quite well shielded from the outside world but even so I jumped each time the post came and kept well away from the windows. I ran out of some fresh vegetables which earned me a punishment. I had hoped that it might go unnoticed, but my husband is very particular and regular about his food requirements and that was hopeless really.

Six months into our marriage I had come to really treasure the feel of my husband's penis in my mouth. I would lie in his lap for hours sometimes gently sucking and licking him. Occasionally he would ejaculate as a result of my efforts and I would swallow his semen. It was no longer difficult because I salivate in anticipation as soon as I feel his erection enlarging that little bit more and his penis beginning to pulse. The depth of my communion with my husband is very profound as I swallow his ejaculate. Not only does he feed me by earning our living, he does it directly from his own body. He is my provider in every way and I adore it. When he first told me to worship his penis I did not know what he meant or how to do it. Now I understand his wisdom. I worship it every day and it comforts me and provides for me. I spend every moment trying to make my oral massage more pleasurable and more satisfying for my husband. I yearn to give him the pleasure of orgasm as often and as gratifyingly as any woman ever could. He must never desire another mouth more than mine.

This last emotion was reinforced for me one evening when we entertained a couple at our house. The man was a friend of my husband from his club. They have known each other since university. He is married to a woman who was also at university with both of them. She is very beautiful with grace and poise although being the same age as my husband she is, of course, older than me. My husband has not been married before, but I know that he has had women friends before me and will have had sexual experience. We have never discussed such things, and before this woman was in my house I had never given it much thought other than to be pleased that my husband was so skilled and authoritative in our love making.

As we had dinner and relaxed over drinks I became aware of the intimacy between my husband and these three people. It was very likely that she would have been his sexual partner at some time. Was it straightforward intercourse, or has his penis been in her mouth? Had he done things with her that he had not done with me? Did she please him as much as I did; or better! By the time we went to bed I was feeling insecure and I have to admit that I was disliking her. I threw myself into our lovemaking, begging my husband to take me however he pleased. With inhibitions lowered by alcohol he responded powerfully and I am embarrassed as I think that the slaps and squeals must have been heard in our guest bedroom.

I think that my husband sensed my ill ease because a few hours after our guests had left the next day he said that it was time for him to introduce me to a new form of intercourse for our lovemaking. Alternatively, her presence had caused him to remember something that he had done with her. If that was the case I would have to make sure that I did it well and that I gave him more pleasure from it than she could have done. What else could there be though? I would not have to wait too long to find out. I was instructed to bathe immediately after dinner and go to the bedroom.

My husband came into the bedroom and undressed. He told me to kneel and I sucked him to erection as he told me what was to happen. He said that he was going to penetrate my bottom. My mind was filled with turmoil as much as my mouth was filled with him. Of course I knew that homosexual men did something of the kind, but it had never occurred to me that women did it. He was very large. How could it possibly go in? Surely it would hurt a great deal. I was in no position to ask and any way I would not dare to question.

My husband drew my head away from him and told me to turn to the bed and kneel over the edge of it with my legs apart and my face on the bed. He began to rub something cold on my bottom hole and then slipped in a finger. It went in easily and as he moved it backwards and forwards it created a funny sensitive feeling. He put in a second finger and continued the rhythmic movement until he suddenly withdrew them and I felt the head of his penis pressed to me. He told me to relax and clasped my shoulders as he pushed against the sphincter muscle of my bottom. With a rush I opened and a few inches of him entered. I thought I would split and it was very painful. I cried out and he smacked my bottom. He started to move himself in and out of me and spanked me with both hands as he did so. After a little while the discomfort of the penetration decreased and my warmed up bottom lost some of its tension. He stopped spanking and rubbed my clitoris. Then he put his fingers inside my vagina to feel the movement of his penis. As he massaged my clitoris and vagina I relaxed more and more until I felt orgasm coming. Gradually I was overwhelmed and spasmed ecstatically. I felt him come deeper into me as I convulsed with a huge and wonderful orgasm. As my muscles clamped onto his fingers and penis deep inside me, he came to his orgasm too. I don't know whether I took him to his full length on that first occasion, but I felt incredibly stretched and I had diarrhoea a few hours later.

He took me in the bottom about once a week after that and I came to be able to receive him easily after a period of time. Once I had become accustomed to this form or intercourse he didn't need to use the lubricant any more. either I would moisten him well with saliva or he would use my vagina before entering my bottom so he became slippery with my juices. He explained to me that he would never go into my vagina after my bottom because that could cause infection. As with our other lovemaking, what was difficult and uncomfortable at first is now easy and pleasurable. If my husband takes me anally while we are face to face and kissing, the movement of his body against my clitoris can bring me to orgasm without my vagina having ever been entered.

Not long after my introduction to anal intercourse was the happiest time of my life when I became pregnant. By this time I was completely accustomed to my maintenance spankings which served to remind me of my role and my promises, but were not the painful experience they had been in the early days of our marriage. My husband explained that the routine would continue throughout the pregnancy, but as I became large he stopped taking me over his knee and allowed me to be spanked bending over and resting my hands on the bed. This worked very well. I took great care to avoid punishments as far as possible although a few were inevitable. Some were done quite safely on my bottom and I did have the belt and cane on my inner thighs. This was horribly painful, but presented no risk at all to me or the baby. We have a private doctor and the midwife was also arranged through this family practice used by my parents as well as us. This meant that I did not have to see a lot of different people during my pregnancy and we could rely on their discretion. Nevertheless, I did have marks sometimes when I was examined and although there was no mention of it I certainly felt self conscious.

In the late stages of my pregnancy, my husband stopped taking me vaginally, but I continued to take him in the mouth each day and he would have my bottom whenever he chose.

Close to the correct time I started to get contractions and I telephoned my husband, my mother and the doctor. It was arranged for my mother to take me into hospital where I was given a private room. My husband arrived in the late afternoon as soon as he was able to get away from his work. I was comfortable and we told him that I was not expected to deliver for some time, but I would be staying in hospital now until it happened. He asked my mother to leave us a lone for a few minutes and after ensuring that I was comfortable he had me take him in my mouth. I sucked him until he was hard and then he thrust into my throat. He ejaculated within a few minutes, much more quickly than he usually is, and I had a contraction just as he shot his semen into my throat. After calling in my mother, he then left us alone with instructions for the hospital to call him before the birth.

My beautiful son David was born in the early hours of the next morning in the presence of my husband. It was a straight forward birth without complication and I was able to leave hospital in time for my next maintenance session. We never missed a day of my husband using my mouth. That gave me great comfort. I would have been concerned for him if I had not been available for his needs.

After I had settled into motherhood and I was still nursing David, my husband drank from my breast one evening and after he had done that he said to me:

"Your maintenance is no longer adequate to keep our marriage in the condition that it requires. Our son is the most precious thing in our lives, but you are not putting as much care and attention into our home and meeting my requirements as you did before he was born. You must learn to keep up your wifely duties whatever new responsibilities and loves enter your life. There will not be any increase in your spanking because that was agreed before we married and anything more severe is reserved for punishment. However, your surrender, and commitment to serve me in every way required, will be reinforced by you serving as my urinal. Just as I have drunk from you, you will drink from me. In your case it will be once each week on completion of your maintenance spanking."

"No, I can't", I screamed without a moment's thought. This was my first act of disobedience in our marriage and I knew instantly that I would have to be punished as I had never been before. But my fears were real and I had to explain that milk was a natural food, but urine is a waste product and surely I would become ill if I drank it.

My husband explained patiently that I should recall that he had undertaken never to cause me permanent injury and he would not make me sick either. Urine is certainly waste, but coming from a healthy person it would do absolutely no harm. He said nothing more and told me to go and remove my clothing. I was belted and caned on the bottom and thighs and given a breast flogging. Breast punishment is delivered with me kneeling, facing a full length bedroom mirror. My hands are clasped behind me and my shoulders thrust back. In this way I can watch every stroke of the flogger coming and see the marks rise up on my breasts. On this occasion, as the tears rolled down my face, milk oozed from my nipples. When I fed David, his usually warm face felt cool against my burning breasts, but that was later. After the punishment I was instructed to stay where I was. I knelt there for about half an hour seeing my breasts change in colour and shape as the bruising settled. The initial thin, red lines spreading and going purple. Drops of milk fell to the carpet and made me worry about staining.

At the end of this time my husband came and handed me a bunch of papers. He told me that I was to read those later and he took me to the computer where he showed me a video. It was an attractive American lady of about 40 who knelt before her husband, opened his trousers and took out his penis. She said "piss in my mouth please" and he did. Five times he filled her open mouth with urine and she swallowed it. She never spilled a drop. When he was finished she sucked him clean and rearranged his clothing before saying thank you. My husband told me that what I had seen had been done with an open mouth for the sake of it being obvious what was happening on video. In our case, I would be required to close my lips round his penis in the same way as I did when I sucked him. I would then be able to swallow continuously rather than him having to stop after each mouthful to allow me to swallow.

I was sent away to read the documents which were accounts of people who drank their own urine for health reasons and others who drank urine from their partner as part of their relationship. There were also some medical tracts from specialist websites confirming that there were not any health risks in swallowing urine. There was even an account of an Arab Prince who only ever urinated into the mouth of a female servant. A girl was kept close by him wherever he went so that he would never be inconvenienced (dear me what an appropriate word!).

After my punishment and receiving all this information I was deeply ashamed that I had disobeyed my husband. I still felt some repugnance at the thought of having urine in my mouth and stomach, but I had been terribly wrong to imagine that he would do this to me if it would do any harm. I went to the toilet and peed into my mouthwash glass. As I put it to my mouth I got the faint odour of fresh urine. I poured a little into my mouth and was oddly surprised my its tepid warmth. As I swallowed it there was very little taste other than slight saltiness. I finished the glass and washed it before going immediately to my husband in his study. I apologised for my disobedience and thanked him, not only for my punishment, but for indulging me by giving me so much information to set my mind at rest. Although it was not maintenance day I asked him if I could be his toilet right away. Having been such a poor wife I did not want him to have to wait before putting me into my proper place. He agreed and told me to go and kneel beside the toilet and wait for him. As this was my first time I may spill some or be unable to take it all and we did not want any mess on the floor did we.

I had to wait a long time before he was ready. Soon after his soft penis was in my mouth, the urine started to flow. There was no smell of course, as there had been when I drank my own from a glass, but the salty, warm taste was much the same. To begin with, the flow was not very fast and I swallowed as it came, but it turned into what seemed like a torrent and I could not handle it. I coughed so his penis shot out of my mouth and I splattered urine all over his clothes. I was horrified as he turned and carried on into the toilet bowl. "Please don't waste it" I cried. "Just stop for a moment. I will try harder. I will be a good toilet for you. Please let me take all you have. I want to be your urinal all the time not just at maintenance. I want you to have the same choices as any Arab Prince."

He ignored my desperate wailings, knowing that these were the stupid rantings of a wife who had failed to live up to her promise. He went to change his clothes and when I collected the wet ones for laundry I asked him if I could have my punishment for spoiling them. He wisely pointed out that I was already very sore from my punishment for disobedience and I had to stay in a fit state to look after our son and do my work.

It was a Tuesday and my husband said that from Wednesday to Friday evening I would receive urinal training and I would have a belting for messing up his clothes and ranting stupidly. The number of strokes of the belt and where they were placed would depend on my progress with the urinal training. by Saturday I was expected to be able to perform my urinal duties to his full satisfaction at my maintenance.

It was a very short training period, but I worked hard at it and by the time of my maintenance I received the full contents of his bladder without mishap. Apart from being his urinal in the training evenings, I fitted a piece of hose to the bathroom basin and practised swallowing from it with the tap on at gradually increasing flows. Now that I have been doing this duty for a long time I can take whatever my husband has to give me however much he may have had to drink or how long it has been since he relieved himself. As with my other marital duties, I am very proud of my urinal service and how effectively I complete it. This has brought me incredibly close to my husband and deepened my understanding of service more than I could ever have imagined before I got married. In a very real sense he is not only with me in spirit all the time, but he is actually physically inside me for every moment of my life. His sperm is in my stomach every day and his urine hydrates me every week. His love is with me and inside me for all of my life.

My urinal duty is confined to maintenance except on one occasion not so long ago. We were at Dover when we had a couple of hours to wait before a ferry to France. My husband said that we would go for a walk on the famous white cliffs. They are very beautiful and we walked along them looking out over the chalk cliff face to the English Channel when I felt the need to relieve myself. I told my husband that we would have to find a café or something where I could use the toilet. He simply told me to take off my knickers and give them to him. When I had done that he told me to tuck my skirt into my belt. This was awful because we were completely in the open. There was not anybody nearby, but there were people on the cliffs. Lots of them were bird watchers with binoculars and telescopes. Of course I did as I was told, but my face was blushing fiercely. When I had done it he told me to squat down and he put his penis in my mouth. He urinated into me as I did the same onto the grass and he gazed around as if he were simply admiring our dramatic surroundings. I will never know if we were observed, but I had a terrible thrill from the possibility and I am sure that my husband must have enjoyed the thought as well. He let me put my skirt back in place when we were finished but he didn't give my knickers back. We spent the whole of the trip to France walking or sitting on the top deck of the ferry during a very windy crossing.

We do not use artificial contraception and we do not intend to have another child for at least a further year, but our natural contraception is perfect so we can plan our family to meet our wishes. It is quite simply that my husband never ejaculates into my vagina unless we are planning that I should become pregnant. I swallow his semen most often, but he goes to completion when he is taking me anally.

Recently this caused a problem when I went to sleep after our lovemaking and his semen leaked out from my bottom, staining the bed sheets. I was properly punished for my laziness in not preventing this. Since then my husband has said that it is no longer acceptable for him to leave his semen in my bottom. Apart from the leakage which occurred, he now thinks that I should digest all of his ejaculate rather than any of it being wasted in my bowel or on a tissue (or even the sheets!). As with my toilet duties, he took me to his computer and showed me a video to illustrate what would be required.

The video, rather crudely entitled "ass2mouth", showed a very young woman who was probably barely out of her teens, being penetrated in the mouth and bottom simultaneously by two older men. Every few minutes the men exchanged positions until it ended with both men ejaculating into her mouth. My husband explained that bacteria contained in the bowel and rectum could cause infection if transferred to the vagina, but the digestive system was equipped to deal with this and no harm would occur from moving the penis directly from the anus to the mouth. He told me that the film makers liked to use a young woman, not only because she was pretty, but because it accentuates the presentation of submission that the men are about thirty years older than her and that there are two men using her at the same time. Most dramatically of all, for the woman to be required to accept the penises directly from her bottom to her mouth gives additional pleasure to the men (and, of course, the viewers of the video) to have a woman accept something that would be instinctively distasteful. Although the video was just a commercial product for which the woman was being paid, the nature of the power relationship and pleasure aspects could apply to us. He considered that it was time for me to accept this further duty to reinforce my surrender, to fulfil my pre-marriage promise to agree to my husband deciding how and when to have sex, and to increase his pleasure in our lovemaking.

All of this sounded rational and reasonable enough. After all, if a young woman can do this for money with two unattractive strangers, I could obviously do it for my loving husband. And anyway, every new element that he had introduced in the past had become a positive and valuable part of our relationship that I could honestly say I enjoyed however doubtful I had been at the beginning. I am not a naturally rebellious person and I know the worth of our strong marriage in which I am safe, protected and loved.

It was a couple of days from the announcement of the new arrangements that my husband started making love to me vaginally and then moved into my bottom. We were still face to face and he was kissing me with more passion than happens every time. As my excitement rose, I remembered the video and realised that he was not going to complete his orgasm in my bottom. The reality of what was to happen flooded my mind. I lost all enjoyment instantly and my husband must have noticed that I was not responding as I should. Suddenly he withdrew from me with a 'plop' and commanded "mouth" as he turned onto his back. I moved my head down towards him and he took my hair as he likes to. But then, as the head of his penis approached my lips I smelt, or imagined, a different odour than normal. I panicked, wriggled back and said "NO! I can't". He let go of my hair and I ran to the bathroom in tears. I was very frightened. I had left my husband needing relief and I had directly refused him. He had no warning that he would be rejected. What would this do to our marriage? How would I be punished? How would he relieve his tensions? What would happen next?

The new rule had been set and I was bound by my promise to comply. My husband would not go back, but I did not know how I could obey against the reaction of my body. I crept out of the bathroom and returned to our bedroom. My husband was taking a shower in the en suite and I knelt outside it to await him.

When my husband came out he sent me to bed in the spare bedroom with orders to present myself naked at 6 am. the following morning. I didn't sleep of course. As I knelt before him he said that I was going to receive ten strokes of the cane on my bottom right away. After that I was to write this account of our marriage which he would publish on the Internet. When the writing is complete I will receive a breast belting of at least ten strokes and a vaginal whipping with the flogger of a minimum of ten strokes. The breast and vagina punishment will increase by two strokes per day until the writing is complete.

My writing duty is now done and it has taken me three days in between my normal work. I still have the pattern of a farm gate on each of my buttocks and I will receive eight strokes of the belt on each of my breasts tonight. Before that I have to go to the salon and have all of my pubic hair waxed off in preparation for my vagina whipping. That will be carried out one hour after the breast punishment.

There is no doubt at all that my husband will be aroused after he has punished me. I think I can expect to have intercourse in my hot and swollen vagina, but what else I wonder? My husband has told me that readers will judge, and he will take account of any feedback he receives when he considers whether he is taking the right way in overcoming my disobedience and moulding the future development of my surrender.

 I showered
and prepared for him, he wanted me naked, so all I did was cover my body with
some oil and tidy the house while I waited. I unlocked the door at the back of
my house as instructed. A high fence and lots of garden surrounded the
property; he could easily slip inside and around the back without being noticed
by anyone. I tried to relax, to calm myself but it was impossible.
The door
opened and he came inside without a fuss. I was kneeling in the lounge facing
the kitchen where he could clearly see me.
He smiled,
he was casually dressed and seemed genuinely happy to see me, this made me
relax slightly. I noticed the small bag that he was carrying, suspecting that
there would be objects in it that he would use to torture me. I began to shake
again.
‘Hello whore.’
‘Hello
Sir.’
He moved to
the chair close to me and sat down.
‘Kneel in
front of me here and look at me while I tell you of my plans.’
I moved
over as instructed, still visibly shaking as he reached for the bag and
unzipped it.
He tipped
the contents onto the floor beside the chair but I remained looking at him.
‘First I am
going to gag you, OK?’
I nodded
and opened my mouth for the ball gag. I leaned down so that he could fasten it
behind my head figuring that it would be best to cooperate with him for now.
‘Good.
Today I am preparing you for an outing this evening. I want to take you and
show you off to some friends of mine. Actually they are very important Crime
Bosses, I work for them and they help me out so I want to let them party with
you..’
‘I began to
sob hard, shaking my head and cringing away from him.’

He slapped
my face hard with his open hand. The area of connection numbed momentarily as I
struggled to remain kneeling.
He grabbed
me by the hair so I didn’t fall.
‘Listen
whore. You can do this the easy way, which is to cooperate and enjoy it, or the
hard way, which is to be fucking flogged to within an inch of your life and not
enjoy it quite as much. The choice is yours, but no matter what you decide, you
WILL come with me tonight, and you WILL party with my friends… UNDERSTAND.’ He
yelled in my face, holding a fistful of my hair so I couldn’t pull away from
him and spitting the words at me through his clenched teeth.
I nodded,
sobbing uncontrollably, my face stinging and my head hurting from the grip on
my hair.
‘Good’ He
pushed me back to the kneeling position.
‘Calm down
and listen, I wont repeat myself and you’ll be in trouble if you fuck this up.’
Again I
nodded, as he reached out and smoothed my hair away from my face and patted my
shoulder as if I was his comrade…
‘I need to
prepare you for the evening. There will be some specific requirements that
these ‘Friends’ will want from you.
           First, most of them will want
head, and plenty of it, so you are not to eat today until I collect you at 6.
If I find that you eat anything other than what I order for you, you will be
punished.
           Second, your arse and pussy
will be fucked so both need to be stretched and prepared. I will take care of
that soon. You will of course, obey my instructions and not remove any
equipment that I place on/inside you.
           Third, You will be kneeling
for most of the night, so to get you prepared you are not to walk inside here
today, you are to crawl on your knees. Outside, you will walk as normal. You
are to walk around the park for one hour after I leave, this will get your body
used to the changes that I will make. Then you are to return here, strip and
wait for instructions.
           Fourth, I will have your
outfit Couriered here this afternoon at 5; you will be dressed and answer the
door as normal. You are to persuade the Courier to come in when you will give
him a blowjob as his reward. This will require him to break every rule in the
book and put his job at risk so you will have to be good. Once you have
finished the blowjob, there will be a note in the parcel and you are to give it
to him to read.
He will be
instructed to assist you to prepare for the evening, you will have 30 minutes
for the blowjob and for him to release you, and then you will have 30 minutes
to get ready. He will leave here at 5.30 sharp, blowjob or not, and believe me,
I will know…

My Friends
are used to top class whores, and they are fussy, so you will have to be better
than good. One thing in your favor is that they all love big tits, and yours
are perfect, so you will be popular straight off.’
I could not
believe what I was hearing, it was too much for me to absorb, but as I dealt
with all his instructions he stood up and unzipped his pants.
‘First up,
a little reward for me.’
He
un-gagged me and rammed my head onto his cock. It was hard and large already
and he showed no mercy as he pushed it into my throat.
Luckily I
have trained myself well with the art of deep-throat, and took his member deep
inside me. He pumped my head up and
down hard until he finally let his load go and released me. I licked his limp
cock clean while he gathered his breath.
The next
hour had me on all fours crawling around my house as he prepared me for the
evening.
My nipples
were banded tight, and severe clamps applied. I was re-gagged and collared with
a thick black collar. The nipple clamps were attached to the collar and I had
to hold my head up so that the chains were taut at all times. There was a lead
attached to the collar so I could be pulled and lead at his will.
I had an
enema to cleanse me. He shaved my pussy till there was no sign of growth at
all; he shaved my arse, through the crack and around my hole.
Once he was
happy that I was smooth I was led into my bedroom and ordered onto the bed on
all fours.
Running his
hands over my smooth arse and through my legs to feel my pussy made the juices
continue to rise within me.
His fingers
found their destinations, both holes pumped hard till they were wet, open and
begging for attention.
He rammed
his fingers deep into my arse; stretching and pulling it so wide that I thought
it would split. Finally he pushed the plug inside, it was enormous and filled
my rectum. Pushing hard on it to ensure that it was all the way inside he then
began on my pussy. Three, then four fingers deep inside, followed by a huge
vibrator. It was long and wide, think at the top and flexible to take the shape
of inside my pussy. I could feel the intruders scraping against each other as
he pushed it deep inside.
I was on
fire between my legs, my clit was swollen and my juices were running hard.
He turned
the vibrator on, and pushed on it again. The buzzing was deep inside me and
sent the vibe grinding against the plug, almost tipping me over the edge.
My arms
gave way and my face pushed onto the bed.
He slapped
my arse hard and pulled me up to the kneeling position again.
‘Stay still
whore.’
‘Oh.. Sir…
its too much…’
‘‘Shut it
you slut whore.’
He slapped
me again sending more vibrations cursing through me.

Next I felt
him wrap some thin rope around my waist. He threaded it under my waist and
looped it at the back. He pulled it between my legs and again looped it at the
front. When he pulled it tight, I nearly exploded. The rope pressed straight
against the plug and vibe and as his fingers straightened it between my legs, I
found it crushing my clit as well.
He pulled
the rope through again and tied it off at my back, pulling on it again to
ensure that it was tight, similar to a girth rope on a horse.
I screamed
in pain…. The rope was cutting me in half, ramming the objects deep inside me.
‘Stand up
whore.’
I struggled
off the bed and gingerly stood in front of him. The rope was very tight around
my waist, cutting into my skin and causing me to take shallow breaths.
He had
another rope in his hands, this was to bind my breasts up and he proceeded to
do this. He removed the clamps from my crushed nipples but left the bands on.
My nipples were swollen and dark red, pressing hard against the tight bands.
Each breast was bound separately from the base to half way. Once he was happy
with them he rigged a harness to hold the swollen orbs up high, threading the
rope over my shoulders and around my ribs.
The ropes
were cutting into me and the pain was severe as he finished the preparation.
Checking that I was bound to his satisfaction, he told me to dress and go about
my day as instructed. An hour of exercise, then wait for the courier, then get
myself ready.
He left my
house quietly as I struggled to move about in his rope harness.
I struggled
to bend at the waist to put clothes on.
My breasts
protruded obscenely under my sweatshirt.Â
I struggled to walk with the double intrusion and the constant buzz of
the vibe nearly sent me over he edge on many occasions.
I walked
and walked, squeezing and extending my pussy and arse muscles to gain comfort.
My breasts bounced up high, catching stares from men as I strolled past them.
The hour seemed to take forever, but finally I was home.
Afraid that
he was going to come back unannounced, I struggled to strip my clothes off and
got onto all fours. I poured myself a large glass of water and drank it down
determining that I should drink a glass every hour or so to keep my strength up
for the night ahead.

The reality
of what I was actually doing began to hit me mid afternoon. This was my fantasy
come true, I was being pimped, fucked by strangers, used and abused for their
pleasure and I had no control over it. I should be excited and I was, but I was
terrified of the cop at the same time.
I had
crawled about the house trying to perform normal duties. At 4.30 I struggled
into my room and into a skirt and blouse. The skirt was tight and short and the
blouse was also tight and very sheer
Finally,
the doorbell rang and I swear my heart stopped beating.
I shuffled
slowly over to it, opening to a short chubby man standing there with a large
box in his hands. He wore glasses and was scruffily unshaven. He was panting
for breath, obviously very unfit and as he went to speak his eyes found my
breasts.
‘Aghhhh,
um… your parcel Miss…’ He stuttered at me, ogling my breasts and turning bright
red.
‘Ohhhh,
thank you soooo much…’ I gushed back to him, stepping back and to one side,
giving him no option but to step inside.
He took the
fateful step, mouth still open and gasps now replaced with shallow fast
breaths.
I closed
the door and touching his shoulder guided him towards the dining room table.
Leaning
across the table so as to give him a view of my naked arse, I shifted a vase of
flowers and turned to face him.
‘Thank you
sooo much for carrying the parcel in for me…. It looks very heavy.’
‘Oh no, its
fine really, would you like me to set it down here?’
‘Yes
please…’ I leaned forwards to him, breasts poking straight at his face.
As he moved
past me to place the box down, I rubbed my index finger across my right nipple
and circled it slowly. He almost fainted, fumbling in his book for the docket
that I had to sign.
‘You look
hot, would you like a drink?’
‘Yyyes
please, that would be great.’ He stammered.
I glanced
at the clock, 5 past 5, I had 25 minutes to suck him off and get these ropes
off me.
I shuffled
into the kitchen, slipping a button open on my blouse as I moved away from him.
I went to the fridge and leaning over again to give him a naked arse view I
poured him a glass of water and returned to hand it to him. As he went to grab
it, I bumped it, spilling water on my right nipple, sending the blouse
instantly transparent right in front of his face, and causing the material to
fall open even further so he had at least half a breast to view.
‘Oh my…..
Silly me, now where do I sign…’
‘Rigghhht
hheere Mmaammm..’ he stammered.
I took the
slip, signed it and moved to the box. The lid slid off easily and sure to his
word, there was an envelope with ‘Courier’ marked on it.
I removed
the envelope, turned to the man and handed it to him.
‘This seems
to be for you, I do hope it’s a bonus for all the help that you have given to
me today.’
The man
almost choked on the water, his trembling hands took the envelope and opened
it.
His face
was scarlet, eyes bulging and perspiration beads trickling down his forehead by
the time he’d finished reading.
‘Ohhh, myyy
godddd…. I’ve been set up.’ He looked as if he was about to burst into tears.’
‘What do
you mean?’
‘Im being
watched……. holy fuck…... Im in deep shit….. what the hell am I going to do now…
I’ve been sprung…’
‘What do
you mean… sprung…’
‘I’ve been
stealing from the customers…. Just a bit here and there, you know, small
appliances and that sort of thing….and this letter says that they know about it
and I must be doing it again as it was on the inside…… Jesus Christ…’
He was
frantic, almost pissing himself right in front of me.
‘Its OK,
I’ll help you… don’t worry….’
‘How, how
can you help me…..??’
‘Just calm
yourself down, you have been great to me, I really appreciate your help and I
will tell them that… actually, I’ll give you an alibi for the times that you
took stuff and say that I gave them to you as gifts.’
‘Really,
you’d do that for me…?
‘Sure… you
are a lovely man, so kind and generous, courteous and can I also say that I
find you very attractive. I think I have just the alibi for you. Are you
married?’
‘No, Im
single, never had much luck with the ladies, did you say attractive??.’
‘Yes, I
like the rugged looking types, I’ve not had much luck with men either, I think
Im too fat.’
‘No way,
you are beautiful.. absolutely stunning….’
‘Really,
you think so…’
‘Yes I do.’
He leaned close to me and placed his hand on my breast… BINGO, I had him….
We moved
into my bedroom where I proceeded to give him the blowjob of his life. He came
like a steam train, grunting and panting so much that I thought he would have a
heart attack. I sucked him hard and dry, leaving him lying on the bed sapped of
energy while I returned to the dining room to retrieve my parcel.
It was now
25 past 5, I had 35 minutes to dress, get rid of Romeo and be ready.
‘So, how
was that… I crooned to him as he stroked me breast again.’

‘That was
amazing my love…’
‘Can you do
me a favor please… I need some help to get into my outfit for tonight, can you
help me…?’
‘Anything
for you my sex kitten… anything.’
‘Please be
gentle, I am going to a special work party and I am worried about my weight so
I have tried to reduce my size in a rather unusual way…promise not to laugh??’
‘Of course I
promise…..You will be perfect.’
His eyes
nearly boggled out of his head when he saw the ropes, but true to his word he
didn’t say a thing. He released them gently, first the crotch rope, untying it
at the back and gently releasing it from around my waist. He failed to notice
the plug and vibe so I left them there.
Next was
the breast rope. Again he was slow and gentle with it, stopping to have a good
feel of my tits as he unwound the rope.
I quickly
went to the bathroom, showered, removed the plug and vibe and relieved myself.

I persuaded
him to stay and help me dress, my tight black lace up corset, complete with
garter belt and black stockings went on first followed by the sheer white
blouse and mid length black flowing peasant skirt.Â
My breasts
were crushed into place, the half cups barely covering my nipples and lack of
underwear ensured easy access. The outfit was completed with a pair of high
black heels.
Once
dressed, my visitors use was finished and I ushered him out of my house with
the promise of more sex and my undying love in the future.
Returning
to my bedroom I took a final look in the mirror… perfect whore outfit for a
soon to be perfect whore.

I heard the
car door close and footsteps on the pathway… it was 6 o’clock…
I quickly
ran to the bathroom to check my makeup as the footsteps came closer and
closer…the front door flew open with a loud bang.
‘Where are
you whore?’
‘Here
Master.’ I panted as I ran from the bathroom.
‘On your
knees, where you belong you filthy whore.’
I dropped
to my knees in front of him looking at the floor. I was shaking visibly and
finding the humiliation of what I was doing almost too much to bear.
He walked
behind me, my arms hung to my sides, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt skirt
while I waited for him to speak.
‘Look up at
the roof while I inspect you.’
I diverted
my eyes upwards, clinging to the hemline of the short skirt as my comforter.
‘You
certainly look the part. A cheap dirty whore, ready to fuck and suck all
night.’
I felt
something brush over my cheek lightly before realizing that he had a riding crop in his hand and he was waving it over me as he walked slowly around my
kneeling form.
He brushed
the crop upwards from my neck to my chin and across my lips before cracking it
onto my left breast.
‘I jumped
and cried out as the whack hit my breast, just above the outline of my barely
covered nipple.’
‘Quiet.’
The flimsy
blouse offered no resistance and the black corset provided the perfect target
for him. He cracked my right breast in the same harsh manner, I bit my tongue
hard and tried to remain as still as I could as he walked further in front of
me.
‘Stay still
and quiet. I am just warming you up you stupid slut.’
‘Lean back
on your heels, put your hands on the floor to balance yourself, legs apart.’
I did as he
asked, slowly leaning back, looking at the roof the whole time, my stinging
breasts poking towards him and the short skirt riding up my thighs.
He used the
toe of his shoe to lift the skirt and inspect my pussy. I was still shaking,
eyes closed tight as I waited for him to speak again.
The crop
hit the top of my pussy with a swift crack, almost knocking me over. The pain
was immense but I tried to remain silent. The next crack was aimed at my pussy
hole, between my legs as it whizzed onto the tenderness of the lips of my sex
and sent fire cursing through me.
I fell back
onto the floor with a scream, quickly scrambling to regain my position as he
stepped behind me again.
‘Lean
forwards, head on the floor, legs wide apart and this time stay fucking still
or I will flog you.’
I did as he
asked, placed my head on the floor and moved my shaking legs wide apart.
The crop
landed several times across my buttocks, once or twice on my upper thigh and
once only sharply between my legs.
I was
crying now, my tender areas in pain and my humiliation soaring.
‘Stand.’
I stood in
front of him, shaking and sobbing.
‘Get to the
bathroom and tidy yourself up, stop sobbing or I will give you something to
really sob about, and get your whore arse out here quick smart.’
I staggered
into the bathroom and washed my face, my makeup was a mess, tears soaked my
cheeks and my eyes were red.
I decided
to minimize the make-up for the night as I could sense that there would be more
pain and more tears to come.
As I washed
myself and tried to calm down, he was yelling to me from the other room.
‘I was
going to fuck you myself, but your whimpering has put me off, so you’ll have to
wait till later for a taste of my action. Don’t forget slut, you are to impress
these guys, fuck and suck them dry as much as they want, and if they want to
hit you, let them, if they want to tie you up, they can, hell…if they want you
upside-down in the corner you’re gonna do that with a smile on your whore
face…you hear me whore?’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘Good, lets
get the fuck out of here.’
We drove in
silence for about 30 minutes, my breasts and pussy still stinging from his
crop, which he had sitting on the seat between us as we drove along.

As we drew
to a stop he looked at me and took a deep breath.
‘This is it
whore, you put on a good show in here and you’ll get me out of a lot of fucking
debt, so make sure you put on a good show coz I’ve been talking you up.’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘Oh yeah,
don’t worry whore, they wont kill you in here, a lot of them are on bail and
don’t want to go back inside for a slut like you, so in that way you’re safe
ok. The main man will call the shots and you will obey him.’
‘Yes
Master.’
Oh My God,
I am truly terrified.
I wait for
him to help me from the car. The tight corset makes certain movements hard for
me, but he pulls me out and straightens my clothes before we head inside.
My nipples
are hard with anticipation, and my pussy is wet and tight. I could almost
orgasm on the spot I am that nervous.
The big
wooden doors swing open to a hallway, I can hear music and smell the
alcohol/cigarette mix of a bar wafting in the air. We walk past 2 or 3 closed
doors towards the sound of the noise. Finally, he pushes open the solid wood
door and we enter the large room.
There are
at lest 20 men and about 6 other women in the room, some of them look up at us
from their seats while others continue to play pool at the end of the room. The
men are talking and laughing with each other, the women sitting with 2 or 3 men
each, smiling, but not speaking.
We move
over to a table of about 10 and Master greets 2 of the men with a hug. I stand
quietly beside him trying not to shake too hard.
‘Drink?’
I glance up
to see a woman standing in front of me, she is topless, her bare breasts
dangling onto the tray where she had a note-pad for orders.
‘Yes
please, just a soft drink.’
Master
ordered a scotch and guided me to the table.
‘This is
Jenny.’ He announced as he pushed me forwards with his hand in my back.

‘Hello
Jenny.’ The older man seated in the center of the group stood and extended his
hand to me. I reached my right hand to shake it but he took hold of my hand and
pulled me towards him. All the others at the table stood and shuffled their
seats so that I could sit beside him at the table.
I moved
towards the chair, guided by his hand, but he pulled me to stop before I could
turn and sit down.
His hand
pushed between my legs and into my wet juices. Forcing my legs apart slightly
he proceeded to thrust his fingers deep inside my pussy, his thumb pressing on
my clit, crushing it against my pubic bone.
Still
hanging onto my right hand tightly, he removed his fingers and placed them at
my lips. I opened my mouth and licked each finger as he presented them to me.
He then proceeded to sit down, pulling my hand onto his crotch and holding with
his legs tightly together. He clicked his fingers and my blouse was torn from
me, his fingers quickly finding and twisting each nipple hard as I cupped his
firm cock and balls in my hand at his crotch. Next my skirt was torn away, I
was standing in the corset only in front of all these strangers.
All the
people at the table must have had a full view of my arse, but the men continued
to talk as if nothing had just happened.
The old man
fingered my breasts roughly for a few more seconds before pulling me onto the
seat to the left of him.
Still
gripping my hand he leaned close to my ear and sneered at me.
‘So, you
are the whore that we have heard so much about. Not bad, a little fat, but
great tits, hmmm not too bad at all. I believe you know why you are here, let
me run through the rules with you.’

What I say here goes. I am the
Godfather of this Family, you understand whore? I nodded
gently.
You will not speak unless I ask
you to. Trust me, I will not ask, as I am not interested in fuck meat like
you. You will not acknowledge my conversation with you from this point, I
speak, you listen.. That’s how it is here.
You will do whatever my boys
want. They will not ask anything from you that I don’t approve, and your
performance will determine what I approve.. so perform well, enjoy your
day and everyone will be happy..
You will be restrained but not
gagged. I like to hear noises from my sluts, like to hear them moan and
grunt when we fuck them, but too much noise annoys me and you don’t want
to annoy me..
I sat there
listening to him almost hysterical inside. On the outside I stayed calm except
from some mild shaking that I was unable to control.
He still
held onto my hand, and when my drink came it was placed on the table in front
of me but I didn’t move towards it. I was thirsty but too scared to move. His
hand again placed mine on his crotch as he leaned away from me to talk to one
of the men.
I sat there
frozen, not knowing if I was supposed to do anything or not.
Suddenly
his hand took mine again and began to rub his cock with it, this was my signal
and I began to work on his cock and balls from my seat.
His cock
hardened quickly, my hand reaching between his legs to rub his balls as best I
could, then back to his cock, which was now pushing against his trousers.
His hand
again guided mine to the zipper, so I undid it and released his cock.
I
concentrated on what he wanted, not the fact that the whole room could see
me. His cock was thick and sticky with
precum. I stroked it slowly and firmly from head to base, coating the precum
along the shaft as he pressed into my stroke.
He turned
to me and smiled, moving his crotch slightly towards me, so I bent my head and
took him in my mouth.
He quickly
began to thrust deep inito my throat as I sucked on him, my hand slipping under
his balls and gently massaging them as they tightened while he thrust. In just
2 or 3 strokes he was as hard as a rock and I thought he was going to cum.
His hand
was on my head, pressing me onto his cock as it swelled even more and his
breathing labored. He pulled my head up quickly by the hair and gestured for me
to mount him.
I slid my
leg across his and eased his cock inside me as he leaned back on his leather
arm-chair. It was hard and reasonably fat, so felt great as he pumped it inside
me. I bit onto my lip as we fucked hard, my eyes closed tight my breasts
brushing against his face we fucked, short, hard strokes until he shuddered,
groaned loudly and released inside me.
I was
panting as he finished, I had almost enjoyed it but he roughly grabbed my arm
and pulled me off, back onto the chair beside him.
‘You can
drink now.’
I took the
glass and drank greedily. My mouth had gone dry and my heart was racing at what
had just happened to me so I was glad to quench my thirst.
The man put
his arm in the air and snapped his fingers again.

A younger
guy came over and roughly pulled me from the chair. I noticed a group of guys
gathered together about 15 feet away. They were all looking at me with grins on
their faces and I suspected that I was headed towards them.
They parted
as we drew closer, exposing a portable bench covered with bondage equipment.
I was
positioned in the center of them all and stood still and silent.
One of the
guys began to tie my breasts tightly with rope while another one helped him by
pulling my nipples hard, stretching them outwards and twisting each of them. My
breasts were bound tightly so that they pointed up high.
Another was
cuffing my ankles with a short chain between them, sliding his fingers through
my pussy as he finished his task.
A tight
collar was then placed around my neck, barely allowing me to move my head at
all.
Once my
breasts were bound tightly, clamps were placed on my nipples and the chains
attached to the collar. They pulled my nipples upwards, against the weight of
the heavy ropes binding my breasts tightly.
I was then
bent at the waist and a hard object was pushed into my anus. The thing in my
arse was hard and uncomfortable, I couldn’t make out what it was as it didn’t
feel flexible and wasn’t the shape of a plug.
My arms
were then cuffed but left un-restrained.
I was then
stood upright. The hard object dug into the walls of my arse, but there was no
pain. My head was pulled backwards until the chains from the nipple clamps were
tight and I heard the clicking of locks to the collar. As I brought my head
forwards, the hard thing in my arse was pulled upwards, almost ripping me in
half, tilting it back too far pulled on my nipples. I had keep my head
straight.
The Guy who
pulled me from the couch moved close to me and inspected. He pulled on my
nipples, tested the breast bindings, pushed me so I had to walk a few steps and
then moved my head up and down so that I felt the pain in my nipples and arse.
‘That hook
in her arse looks great, get some of that on the movie wont you. OK Boys, lets
get started.’
Oh no…
they’re making a movie of me…
The men all
laughed, as one of them grabbed my arm and dragged me towards a couch. He
positioned me at the end of the couch and pulled my arms up high behind my
back. He clipped them together, and released the chain on my collar connecting
the hook in my arse. He threaded the chain from the hook tightly between the
cuffs on my hands and proceeded to bend me over the arm of the couch.
There was
already a guy on the couch with his cock in his hand, so I opened my mouth and
took him as the guy behind me shoved his cock into my pussy. The chain between
my ankle cuffs prevented me from opening my legs wide, so every thrust of his
cock rammed against the hook in my arse.
He held my
arms up high, keeping the chain tight, using my arms to lever himself in and
out of me as I sucked on the guy on the couch.
The collar
pulled my nipples hard, the pain was intense as my nipples jangled while they
pumped into me, the hook also pulled hard inside my arse with each thrust.
Others
stood and watched as I was double teamed.
Soon, I had
been fucked in this same position by 5 guys each in my pussy and mouth,
swallowing their cum and taking their cocks as they wished.
They
stopped fucking me and stood me up straight. My back was cramped and sore, but
I was silent.
One of the
older men stood in front of me and held a drink to my mouth. I drank it down
quickly while his helper removed the nipple clamps and he fondled them back to
life.
He was
gentle with his touch as I continued to drink, rubbing each breast and talking
gently to me.
‘You’re
doing well, you seem to be enjoying yourself which is good. Just relax and
continue to enjoy.’
Once I
finished the drink, he walked me to the bench where the equipment was earlier.
He stood me beside it and proceeded to adjust the height of the bench slightly.

He removed
the collar and chain from between my legs.
Some of the
guys who had just fucked me moved close and helped me onto the bench, laying on
my back. My arms were chained to the sides, and a thick leather strap secured
me across my waist.
The end of
the bed was adjustable, soon I felt it pulled away so that my legs hung over
the edge of the table. The head section was then lowered, so that my head was
tilted downwards.
I could
feel someone between my legs, movement around the table, but couldn’t see anything
except some legs that were standing near my head.
A cock was
pressed against my mouth and I took it inside. It was quite large and pushed
deep into my throat as I adjusted my head slightly.
Suddenly
someone was on top of me, I could feel him climb onto the table as fingers
explored my pussy and arse and hands lifted my legs upwards and open wide.
Soon my
world exploded into pain and ecstasy. The man on top of me was fucking my pussy
hard, as fingers explored my arse and pushed inside me where the hook was still
situated. The breasts exploded also, cracked over and over with a whip or crop,
slapping and whipping my nipples into a frenzied agony.
The cock in
my mouth was still growing, pumping hard deep inside me as I struggle for
breath. My pussy was being pounded and soon my arse was stretched wide with
many fingers ready for a cock.
The cock in
my mouth exploded, cum burst out of my mouth and nose as I drowned and choked.
My pussy was being humped hard, and as I struggled to breathe, my arse was filled
with cock.
I tried to
scream, but another cock was in my mouth and I was forced to suck again. The
pounding on my pussy stopped, only to be replaced by a tongue, almost driving
me instantly over the edge.
I pulled
hard on the cuffs and lashed out with my legs, but the crop came down hard on
my nipples again.
My legs
were stretched wider and wider, the mouth was working my clit into a frenzy as
my arse was being pumped raw. Finally he came hard, deep inside my bowels,
sending me into a frenzied orgasm at the same time. I screamed out around the
cock in my mouth as my body spasmed in orgasm.

My juices
gushed as the Men cheered loudly, and more fingers explored inside me. Another
cock, followed by another and another fucked and pumped me at near unconsciousness.
It went on
for hours without a break, every hole fucked and fingered, nipples cropped,
sucked, bitten and crushed. I was numb, my body had become a numb hole for
these men to abuse. My mind was blank.
As quickly
as it began, it all stopped. They finished and moved away from me as I lay limp
on the bench.
The older
man came over again and once I was released, unshackled, untied and un-clipped,
he gave me another drink. He took my hand and guided me to the bathroom.
Walking was hard, my pussy felt as if it was 3 feet wide and my legs were weak.
The man helped me wash myself under a warm shower. Once I finished he helped me
dry off and put a clean, red corset back on. This corset had no cover for my
nipples, so they sat up glowing red and swollen from the abuse.

 I returned
to the room, and was lead back to the Godfather. The chair beside him was
empty, so I sat when he gestured to me.
He turned
and smiled at me. The room was silent as he spoke.
‘Quite the
slut aren’t we?’
I smiled at
him in agreement, hoping that I had done what was expected of me, and that I
could soon be released from this nightmare.
‘The boys
seem happy with you, that was quite a gang-bang you put on for us, we will be
having you back again soon my dear. I must say I do enjoy watching my boys
fucking a true slut and her responding in the manner that she should.
My heart
sank at the thought of returning here but I remained still while he spoke to
me.

‘There is
one more thing that I want from you, and as we have treated you with our finest
hospitality I have no doubt that you will agree. I want you to come and spend
the whole night with me as my whore. Tonight.’
That was
too much for me, I burst into tears and shook uncontrollably as he sat back in
his chair and smirked at me.
It took a few
minutes for me to regain my composure, by that time he had my hand on his cock
again and was rubbing it, grinning widely at me.
‘That’s the
way, now spread those legs and let me see what’s waiting for me.’
I spread my
legs like a robotic slut, crying deep inside me as his fingers explored my lips
and clit, leering at me through the haze of smoke in the room.

Soon he
stood, took my hand and led me out through the back entrance to his Limo.

she asked again as she walked towards me and i still couldnt answer her. by the time she walked over to me i managed to get some words out " hello mistress julia, please forgive me for my rudeness" i said hoping she wouldnt notice the mess behind me. but she did, the look she give me sent chills through out my body. " what is this? you cant do as your told little girl?" she said "mistress im can explain this, i was still cleaning when you came home and im sorry mistress it wouldnt..." she cut me off. she slapped me so hard that all i could was cry which made things worse, she dragged me to the kitchen. at the time she reached around the corner and grabbed the cane. seeing that my chore was not done at all, she pushed me down to my knee. i just sat there waiting for the pain to rain down on me but it didnt. she grab me by the hair and pulled me up from the floor. "is your room at least clean?" she asked, i couldnt answer her.

i knew i was in trouble, she dragged me back to the stairs and pushed me up them. she throw me in her and master's bedroom "you stay here do you understand me?" she said "yes mistress" i said and with that she turned to check on taliya. taliya wasnt as in much trouble as i was, she just had some bags to throw out. mistress walked up to taliyas' door of course taliya greeted her with a smile. mistress had ask taliya why she wasnt done with her room and why i didnt take the bags down for her, taliya told her everything. mistress now knew everything, from me refusing to do my chores down to chatting with taliya while she did her's. mistress returned to me, her eyes an icy blue now. i was so scared that i had moved from where she placed me. she grabbed me up so fast and spun me around. she throw me on the bed.

i didnt move til i felt the cane come down on me, i still had my clothes on so i was okay. "get up ceres" she said i was scared too. i didnt want to make things worse for me so i got up and kept my eyes and head lowered. "do i have to tell you want to do, ceres?" she asked "no mistress" i answer, i wasnt sure where she was going with this. "do i have to watch you everyday, ceres?" "no mistress" "then why must i take time out to deal with you like this, ceres?" i couldnt answer that question and with that she took my clothes off and made me lay flat on my stomach. she started so light that i throught she wasnt going to punish me but i was wrong the pain rainned down on me, she didnt let up til she reach 20. all i could do was cry.

mistress let me lay there for 10 minutes crying. she pulled me up and wrapped me in a sheet and sat me on her legs. she held me til i stopped crying. it was almost time for master to be home. we sat in the chair next to the bed for awhile then she cleaned me up and got me dressed. taliya was already in the kitchen cleaning while master sat at the table. "i didnt hear you come in jon?" she said "go help taliya, ceres me and julia need to have a word" "yes master". i started helping taliya, taliya had already started cooking and master had yelled for me. i walked into the livingroom to find mistress sitting on the sofa and master standing. he looked at me, "tell me ceres, did you disobey us today?" he asked, "yes master, i did".

he spun me around with that answer and pinned me to the wall. he raised my skirt over my bare ass, "please master i wont disobey again please no more" i said crying and he let me go. after we ate i cleaned up, i got to bed at 11 that night before i got the chance to lay down master opened the door "your sleeping with us tonight, ceres" "yes master" i wanted to ask why but i didnt. i just followed him and closed their bedroom door behind me. master put me in the bed that he had on his side and taliya was already in her bed next to mistress. i lay down and fell asleep, i was so tired from what happen that master didnt wake me in the morning.

In all honesty the place was pretty much a shithole
and apparently the owner had lost not
only his ass when the interstate passed
him by but his desire to keep the place up
as well.

For me it was perfect, it only added to
the feel of the mood I was in, that hunger
to dominate her that we both craved.  I wanted
this meeting to be raw, unrehearsed and
bring out the most primal urges within us
both. 

Those deep dark places that so many
try desperately to conceal inside themselves.
That are only waiting for someone to tear
them apart at their emotional and physical
seams. To make it all come spilling out to be
greedily devoured by someone who may understand
them better than they understand themselves.

I'd even brought along a cd that
I'd looped with the songs I use for scening.
Nine Inch Nails, "I Want To Fuck You Like An
Animal", Nirvana's "Heart Shaped Box" and
Puddle of Mudd's "Control" that played
one after the other only to repeat time
and again. 

There were no awkward moments of silence
between us, no fear of speaking what was on
our minds. 
Somehow we both just knew that this was the
place we should be and what we shared was for
us alone.

"Do you trust me?" I asked firmly.

"Yes, something about you tells me that it's
OK to do that," she whispered.

"It is OK, there's nothing for you to fear
with me, no reason to run nor hide from your
desires," I assured her.

"Never be ashamed of who you are, of what
you feel inside,"I told her with a voice of
experience gathered over time and learning my
own inner secrets all too well.

I secured her with strands of slender white
cord to the chair, her supple breasts garnering
the most attention as I worked magic with the
knots that bound her, bound us to each other.

I loved how they lifted upward as the cord ran
beneath the hollow of her breasts.  The way the
nipples became so stiff and the aureola
engorged to a light shade of violet.

With my hands I cupped her upturned breasts,
squeezing them firmly, fingers probing deeply into
the tender flesh.

Her breath caught and I looked down to see
the first damp traces of wetness showing through
the crotch of her red lace panties.

The way her vulva pressed itself against the
 smooth material as it began to gather
between them.

"I' think I'm gonna cum, my pussy feels like it's
on fire," she moaned as she bit down hard on
her own lip.

A single drop of blood trickled down over her
chin where her teeth raked the almost transparent
sheeth of her lips.
"NO, not yet Angel, you can't cum until I tell
you, only when I tell you you can," I scolded her.

I licked the faint trace of blood from her lips
and chin, my mouth moving slowly down the
curve of her neck. 

Nipping gently along the smooth milky skin
as I licked her earlobe and and tugged on it with
the edges of my teeth.

"I want you to taste me, make me cum so
you can cum," I urged her.

"The warmth and wetness of my seed filling
your mouth and then your tummy, all of it yours
to devour as you cum with me."

As much as I wanted to feel the glorious pull
of her lips sliding up and down the swollen husk
of  my manhood I wanted to kiss her to taste her
tongue in my mouth.

I'd used a pair of her panties I'd gotten from
her overnight bag and tore them into thin strips to gag
her, only to quiet her when I knew she would want to
scream when things became so intense.
Screams not born of fear but rather of
desire, of release, of acknowledgement that we
were as one and shame played no part in what
we shared with each other.

I used my foot to slide a small wooden stool
beside her chair to stand on.
My free hand opening the button at the waist
of my jeans, unzipping myself so I could free my
cock for my captive angel.

Looking up at me her eyes gleamed like
firey gems, her tongue now licking the swollen
edge of her lip where she'd nicked it.

I gathered a fistful of her cherry hued mane
and twisted it into a small ponytail behind her,
knotting the hair tighter as I drew her
to my erection.

Fuck it I thought, I needed those sweet
succulent lips taking me to the base of
my prick so I removed the gag for the moment
and tossed it beside the chair.

"I can see it in your eyes, you're a cock sucker
if ever I saw one," I told her as I stared eye
to eye with her.

"I want your cum in my mouth so fucking bad,
I want to taste it on my tongue and swirl the
thickness of it around inside my mouth before
I swallow," she pleaded.

Before penetrating the warmth of her mouth I
took the hand holding my penis and reached
downward to the waistband of her panties.

The thin edge tore like tissue but the elastic held
firm allowing me to grind them between the swollen
folds of her pussy.

I knew her writhing within the chair, feeling
that lacey edge of fabric gathering up, rubbing
between the lips and soaked with her own cunt
cream would make her cum and cum hard.
She groaned from the sensation as the material
rubbed briskly against her clit, a petal pink hue,
the tip almost crimson as it became enraged with
blood.

Now I could enjoy the warm pull of her mouth,
those succulent lips gliding up and down the stalk
as her tongue bathed every ripple and crease along
my meaty tube.

"Yes, fuck yesssssssssss, use that tongue to
really lick deep into my piss hole," I gasped.

I punched the head of my prick into the hollow
of her cheeks,  her teeth skimming the length of
me as I pulled back and let her tongue part the
widening slit.

My balls began to draw tight, to nestle themselves
within the spongy covering of my shaven flesh and
I could feel that tickle, that delicious ache that I
knew would begin its slow crawl up my cock shaft.

An ache that would climb all the way to the very
bell shaped tip and then burst forth, rupture and
release the pure creamy white essence of male lust.

Taking her hair back within my fist I began using
it to control her head, shoving myself deeper into
her sucking orifice that had become my nirvana. 

Screwing the ponytail of hair between my fingers
I thrust my hips to meet each downward stroke her
lips made over my cock.

Looking at her I could see the faint lines of tears
misting from the corners of her eyes as she sought
to take my every thrust.  Bubbles of her clear saliva
foaming around the base of my erection and
dripping down the length of my penis like melting wax.

Suddenly her legs tensed and she arched her back
against the chair.  Straining against the cords bindng
her ankles her toes curled into the carpet. 
The tips glowing pink through the toes of her jet black
stockings as they fought for purchase against the rug.

I knew she was starting to cum, I looked into her
eyes as they told the true story.  That beseeching
gaze when you know your lover is there,
this moment in time when you both become as one.

"Cum you little slut, let go, don't try to fight it,
just let it go," I demanded.

I could do no more than utter it breathlessly as I
too began to erupt.  The hot wet coils of seed twisting
out only to be captured within my lover's mouth.

Pooling the milky juices atop her tongue as it
curled about my saturated cock dome and lashed
frantically to tease and tickle every drop to its release.

Her cheeks caved and released with each seperate
expulsion, her mouth floded with her own saliva and
mingling with the honeyed sap of my climax.

I could feel the vibraions of her moans, her whimpers
against the veins crisscrossing my stalk as she peaked
her own cum and her spine went stiff.

Her heels drumming against the chair legs as she
lost all control, relinquished it to me through her
trust and the knowledge that we were equals in all
things now and always.

I couldn't help but withdraw myself.  To kneel beside
her and kiss her lips.  My tongue probing within the
sticky recess of her mouth to taste myself and share
this as well.

Our eyes closing with each other, the
softness and warmth of her lips against mine
as I breathed her inside me, she breathing me
within her.  Our tongues darting against each
others as I embraced her. 

Placing her head upon my shoulder I
unfastened the cords that had bound her. 
I held her, snuggled her within
my arms, within my heart my mind, my very soul. 

This was not and end, far from it, it
was simply the dawn of an awakening
within herself and I only the instrument that
set it her free.

Both of us now bound to each other by
something far greater.
Something invisible that only we could see and touch!!!

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"Why?" Ann aked. Mark explained, you're a nice girl and nice girls can't handle what goes on in my world. "What do you mean?" Ann asked.

"I'm into rough stuff," Mark replied. "Kinky stuff, threesomes, whips, chains and all that. And I don't think you're that type of girl.

Ann didn't believe him. She felt he was trying to blow her off. She was going to call his bluff. "I'll give it a try," sh said.

Mark asked her if she was sure and she said yes. So they made plans for the weekend. Ann would spend the weekend at Mark's place. Mark said it would be a weekend that would change her life. Ann could tell by the look in hiseyes that he meant it. In fact she almost backed out. But a part of her was curious. In fact her pussy was starting to ache in anticipation.

Friday night Ann caught a taxi over to Mark's condo. By the time he let her into the apartment her pussy was soaking wet. When she stepped into the living room she saw that Tom, the personnel manager from the radio station was there. She looked at him and then at Mark. Mark  said to Ann I told you I was into threesomes. And Tom said to Mark I told you she would get down. Ann was speechless.

"Take your clothes off," Mark said. Ann looked at Mark with a look of shock on her face. Mark said, "you said you'd be willing to try new things right. Ann shook her head yes. Mark then slapped her across the face hard. "Then take your clothes off bitch.

Ann clutched her face. "That hurt," she said. "Do you want to leave?" She shook her head no. He smacked her again. "So take your fucking clothes off then." Within a few minutes Ann was naked. Mark was still dressed but she could see his hard on through his jeans. Tom approached her with a ball gag."We'll use this until you get used to your punishment. New bitches usually scream a lot and we don't want the neighbors calling the cops thinking we got you hostage in here. Tom put the ball gag on her and then slapped her hard on the ass. She squirmed in pain.

The two men then led her toward the back off the condo. In the hallway leading toward the bedrooms there was a pull up bar just above Ann's reach. Dangling from the bar were two pair of handcuffs. One end of the cuffs were cuffed onto the bar. Ann's hands were place in the other ends. The two men then walked away, Tom went back into the living room and Mark went into the bedroom. Suddenly loud music started playing. After a few minutes she heard something behind her, she turned and saw Tom standing there butt naked. His seven inch dick was rock hard. He had some type of metal pole in his hand. Ann stared at him, she was horny but she really wanted to be fucked by Mark. Suddenly her ass felt like it was on fire. She turned around to see Mark standing there with a whip.

Ann was now having second thoughts. She knew enough about S&M to know that they should have disused a safety word in case she wanted to stop. "I want to stop," Ann mumbled through the ball gag.

Crack! Mark brought the whip down across her titties. "Shut the fuck up and turn around and face your co master Tom," Mark said. Ann didn't know what to do. Crack! the whip came down on her tits again. It hurt and she was scared, but surprisingly she was still horny. She turned to Tom.

Tom took the metal pole and attached it to one of her ankles. He then attached it to the other one. Ann's legs were now locked open. Her pussy exposed. Tom touched it. "This bitch is wetter than a mother fucker." Mark brought the whip down on her ass. "Did we give you permission to be wet.

Ann shook her head no. She was starting to cry. "Please don't hit me again." Crack! The whip came down hard against her ass. "Shut the fuck up! You only talk when given permission or spoken to. She nodded yes. Tom dropped down to his knees and grabbed her by the back of her thighs. He held Ann firmly in place and began to eat her pussy. He was good. He flicked his tongue against and around her clitoris just right. Within about 45 seconds she exploded in an orgasm. At the same time Mark brought the whip down on her ass. One, two, three, Ann lost count because Tom was still eating her pussy. She went from orgasm to orgasm. She started out screaming stop, but by the third wave of this continuous orgasm she started screaming fuck me.

The whipping stopped. She turned and looked back. Mark was starting to undress. At last she thought. Then another orgasm went through her. She looked at her pussy, not only was Tom eating it but now he had four fingers in her. She usually didn't allow guys to do this because she felt it would stretch her pussy out of shape but this time it wasn't what she wanted. She then felt Mark's eight inch dick at the opening to her ass.

"No," Ann said as Mark thrust his cock up her ass. The pain was overwhelmed by a massive orgasm. She looked down at her pussy and could see Tom had his whole hand up to the wrist in her pussy. She was rocking her body in rhythm with the two men. She felt like she was going to faint. Suddenly Mark started to tremble. "Yes," he screamed as he exploded a nut in her ass whole.

Mark stepped back and Ann thought she heard a sucking sound as Tom pulled his fist out of her pussy. They unhand cuffed her, took off the ankle bar and led her to the bedroom on woobly legs. "You understand your role now?" Mark asked. Ann shook her head yes. He pushed her onto the bed. He then spread her legs. She lay there waiting for some dick but then saw Tom hand Mark the whip again. She shook her head no, but before she could do anything else Mark brought the whip down into her pussy. She screamed and closed her legs.

Mark looked at her with a serious look in his eyes. "Open your legs." She obeyed. Ann knew she belonged to them now as the whip came down between her legs. He hit her a total of three times before Tom climbed between her legs and fucked her sore swollen pussy. He soon nutted. As Tom climbed off of her Mark approached with a box full of gadgets.

""What now?" Ann said. "I need to rest." The two men looked at her. She covered her mouth she realized she had spoken without permission. "You're still learning," Mark said. "But the next time, four lashes to your ass pussy and tits if you speak out of turn again." He then started to pull things from the box.

First he pulled out a butt plug. Then a large battery powered dildo that looked like a strap on. Ann wasn't sure what the straps were for, but she was sure it would hurt her more than it was going to hurt them. Two pair of cuffs and something that looked like a hair clip. Except for the fact it had wires attached to it and seemed to be powered by four D batteries.

Ann was starting to cry. "Turn over and spread your cheeks," Tom said. without hesitation she did. The butt plug went into her ass. She was then turned over and the dildo went into her pussy. The straps fastened behind her ass so that the dildo couldn't slide out on its own. Then the hair clip was attatched to her clit. Her feet were cuffed to the foot of the bed and her hands to the head board.

The dildo in her pussy was turned on. It started to pulsate in her pussy. The hair clip was turned on and it gently vibrated against her clit. He orgasm was immediate. This is not to bad she thought. But when Mark approached with the pillow case she knew this would be the worst yet.

"This is the only way we allow whores of your caliber to sleep," Mark said as he put the pillow case over her head. "See you in the morning.

"NO!" Ann mumbled through the ball gag. With the loud music playing she knew no one would hear her screams.

What did I get myself into Ann thought as another orgasm rocked her body.

To be continued.

            I was very young when my mother, father, and I moved to a small town in Minnesota.  I remember the first person I met and became friends with.  She was a petite girl 1 year younger than I named Anne Skeem.  Anne and I were introduced to each other my first Sunday in Minnesota at the church my parents had chosen to attend.  I’d heard, and even engaged in and been the target of, teasing remarks saying “so and so has a crush on so and so,” or the old classic “sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”  However I had never experienced a crush until I met Anne.  Starting at that moment I had a crush on Anne that lasted for years and years and has sustained even to this day, however I would no longer describe it as a crush.  We would play together at each other’s houses, though normally hers.  Like me Anne is an only child.  Her room was in the basement of her house and virtually the entire basement was her playroom.  Also her father was almost never around as his job took him out of town frequently and extendedly.  Her mother, who was normally home, often didn’t bother us one bit while we were playing in the seclusion of the basement, and play we did.

            I remember the first time Anne invited me into the bathroom with her when she had to urinate.  We were talking and instead of breaking off the conversation she invited me into the room with her.  I watched as she pulled down her pants and panties with cartoons on them, exposing all of her young self bellow her waist to me.  I watched as she sat down on the toilette and relieved then wiped herself.  I remember asking why she had to wipe even though she had only peed and she showed me how her urine could drip onto her vagina and get wet marks in her panties.  She asked “don’t you have to wipe when you pee?” She knew I didn’t, and I knew she knew.  She wanted me to pull down my pants and let her watch me pee.  I obliged, and demonstrated to her how I just shake the remaining drips of pee off the end of my penis.  We knew what we were doing was wrong though we didn’t know why.  Boys had the boys room and girls had the girls room and that was how it was supposed to be.  We knew we were different physically but we didn’t know why it mattered, only that the adults told us it mattered.  When we came out of that bathroom we were both blushing quite profusely, though it was not the last time we watched each other use the toilette.

            Another game we often played was a tickle game.  Basically we would just tickle each other until one gave up…I always gave up first.  Not that I couldn’t beat her in the tickle game, I just didn’t want to.  I was bigger than Anne, though I was always a rather scrawny child I was a year older than Anne and I was a boy.  Nonetheless I would always let her win.  We’d roll around on her large sofa and the floor and when we were done she would always sit victoriously on top of me while I lay prone on the ground.  Then she would force me to do things under the threat that she would start tickling me again.  I complied quite willingly but I of course made it seem as though I was afraid of those slender fingers poking my sides.  The things she made me do were mild but as I think back on them I realize just how sexual they were.  She would get her underwear out of her room and force me to wear it over my pants.  One time she even tried putting an old tutu she had on me.  It was a little too small and she struggled for several minutes, sitting on top of me pulling the tutu up to my waist all the while the part between my legs pushing against my penis making me erect.  She gave up and when my erection went down I remember saying to her “too bad you gave up, ‘cause I think they’d fit.”  She resumed her position and continued her efforts and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

            Another time after she had won our latest game of tickle she sat on top of me trying to think of what she wanted me to do this time.  I remember her looking at my face, no, not my face, my mouth.  “I know” she said and she bent over and took off her white cotton sock.  As she did it turned half inside out.  I remember seeing a small black thing on the inside of the sock, a piece of dirt, perhaps even a dead bug, who knew?  All I know is that if it were any other person’s foot that sock had come from I would have been thoroughly disgusted, but this sock came from Anne.  She flicked off the black thing as she moved the sock towards my face.  “Open up” she said, and I did.  She didn’t just place the sock in my mouth, no, she shoved it in as far and as hard and she could.  It tasted of fabric and salt and was still moist from the sweat of her foot.  If it were any other person’s foot that sock came from…but it wasn’t, it was from Anne’s foot, and I loved it.  There were other things she would do. Sometimes she would take the large brown cushions off of the sofa and tell me to lie down on my stomach.  Then she would place the cushions on top of me and sit down on them and placidly watch T.V. while I feigned discomfort and pretended that I couldn’t breathe properly.  The truth was, however, that there was no place I’d have been happier than underneath Anne, feeling her weight press over my whole body through those cushions, particularly how it pressed my pelvis into the floor.  I would adjust my penis so that it was taking a good amount of pressure from her weight and I would get an erection. 

When I entered 4th grade and she 3rd our friendship began to diminish.  I’m not sure if my crush on her made me too shy to be around her anymore but I suppose it’s a possibility.  I started to get new friends and as 3^rdth grade were in two different buildings Anne and I started to drift apart.  When we got to middle school our friendship started picking up again.  We were good friends all through high school and still are, though we don’t see each other much as our respective colleges are a good 7-8 hours away from each other.  Anne still remains the pinnacle of my sexual ambition.  She was the beginning and remains my ultimate fantasy…maybe someday, someday. and 4

            These events helped to shape my whole sexuality.  Though I believe I must have been born submissive to women, Anne was my earliest outlet of that desire and indeed the earliest provocateur of sexual desire within me.  At the age of 13 when I first started masturbating, before my body could even produce semen (I had orgasms but what was released seemed to be nothing more than urine, I remember being surprised when it started turning white and getting sticky) I would always think of Anne.  The reoccurring fantasy was that she had me tied to a bed, on my back and totally naked.  She would then take off her panties and just start rubbing my penis with her hairless vagina.  Anne has always been at the forefront of my sexual desires ever since.  In almost all of my sexual fantasies where I am being submissive towards women Anne is my mistress.  Even my taste in women is strongly influenced by Anne.  I like “tom boys” with petite athletic bodies, small breasts, beautiful smiles, and big round screamingly seductive eyes.  These are characteristics that are obvious in Anne.  I don’t know if all those experiences in my youth with Anne were for the better or worse, but I do know that if enjoying them was wrong, then I was a bad little boy.

Now

            It was one week before I had to go back to college for what was to be my senior year.  I’d wasted away most of my summer playing video games, diddling around on the guitar, and spending time with the few old friends who remained in my home town.  Among them was my best friend from high school Tom.  Tom is something of a mechanic at an auto dealer where he works with a kid named Jeremy.  Tom is my age where Jeremy is one year younger, we all went to the same school but I never really knew Jeremy.  It was Monday night and Tom asked me if I wanted to come over to help him put a stereo in his car (which consisted of me playing fetch with his dog and talking to him while he did all the work as I know nothing of how it’s done.)  After he finished he asked if I wanted to go bowling with he, Jeremy, and Anne in about a half an hour.  I said that I did and went home to get some socks and money.  I didn’t know what Anne he was talking about until I got back and saw Anne Skeem sitting in the back seat of Jeremy’s jacked up new Chevy diesel.  “I didn’t know you were in town” I said as I made the leap to enter the back seat of the big truck.  “I just got in today, I have a doctors appointment tomorrow at 1:00” Anne replied.  It was nice seeing Anne, I hadn’t seen her probably since last summer.  She looked much the same as I remembered her; slim, small but beautiful breasts, perfectly shaped round ass, a pretty white toothed smile, and eyes that could melt the heart of the coldest man.

            We went bowling and afterwards went to Jeremy’s house to watch a movie.  I drove my car behind Jeremy in his truck as Tom had been drinking a good deal and would need a ride home.  About halfway through the movie Anne mentioned that she could really go for some French fries.  I kept it in mind and after the movie I said “Well I suppose I’ll head out now, you wanna’ come with me Anne?  I’ll stop by McDonalds.”  “Sure” she replied.  I woke up the now passed out Tom and the three of us got in my car and drove to McDonalds.  After getting some food I proceeded to drive my two friends home.  Tom and Anne only lived about 50ft from one another.  I dropped Tom off first and helped him into his house and then drove around the corner to drop off Anne.  I pulled into her driveway and stopped.  “What are you up to now?” she asked.  It was only 1:30am.  “Well I guess I’ll probably go home and play some video games or something, why?”  “I was just thinking” she replied.  “Thinking about what?” I asked.  “I noticed you looking at me all night” Anne said with a hint of seduction in her voice.  When I heard this my heart literally stopped beating.  ‘Was that a come on delivered to me from the girl I lust after more than anyone?’ I wondered to myself.  I had been looking at her all night, staring at her beauty when I didn’t think she would notice.  “Sorry, you’re just too sexy for me to resist” I said; I’m somewhat fond of overly cheesy lines.  I expected her to roll her eyes, smile, and say goodnight.  What she did say threw me for a bit of a loop.  “I know you can’t resist me, and you don’t want to.  Want to come in?  I feel like maybe watching another movie” she said and exited my car and walked into her house before I could even answer her.

            I was a little taken aback and perplexed by her unexpected reaction, I turned off the car and followed her into her house.  The house was devoid of other people; both of her parents were gone for the next few days she had mentioned earlier in the night, I hadn’t thought much of it then.  We went to the basement and she put in a movie.  It was all just how I remembered it from years past, it seemed as though nothing had changed.  It brought back some great memories.  Anne and I sat next to each other on the big brown sofa and her strange response back in the car had faded out of my mind.  About a half an hour into the movie I had managed to move ever so slowly across the sofa so as now I was sitting right next to Anne, our hips touching.  I put my arm back behind the sofa in a juvenile attempt to discreetly put my arm around her.  “Now just what are you trying to do?” she asked in a teasing voice.  “Oh nothing” I said with a sheepish and totally transparent grin.  “Oh I don’t think so buster” she said and poked me in the side right below the ribs (she remembered where I was vulnerable to tickling), I wretched over and started trying to poke her back.  She pushed me onto my back and kneeled over me, her left knee between my legs and ever so slightly pressing against my crotch.  That was enough to make my head spin.  I could feel the blood pumping into my penis and my efforts to hold her poking fingers at bay became meek and insignificant.  In a fit of passion I lost control and grabbed her by the waist, I wanted her and I’d just made a move that was perhaps a little over zealous.  I played it off and a counter to her tickling; I grabbed her more firmly and rolled us both off of the sofa and onto the floor where we resumed our struggling.  As always, I let her win and she sat now victoriously on my abdomen while I begged her to stop tickling me.  

            She straddled me, all of her weight resting on my belly.  She rocked back and forth a little while laughing at my submission to her.  “I noticed this has made you somewhat excited” she said in regards to my very erect penis.  I don’t exactly have a small penis so when it’s erect it’s hard to hide.  “What can I say, you excite me” another cheesy, lame response.  “So you want me to stop tickling you eh?” she asked.  “Yes” I lied “I’ll do anything you want me to” not a lie.  “Well I want to see this thing” she said and grasped my cock firmly through my trousers.  I was caught off guard and gasped in a short breath of air.  She stood “stand up and strip” she said.  I did as I was told.  It didn’t take long, I was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts with no underwear.  I let my clothes fall to the floor and Anne looked at my naked body.  “Now this just won’t do” she said.  “Go into the bathroom, there’s a razor and some shaving cream sitting on the sink, shave off all that stuff on your cock and balls.”  I thought that a strange command but I turned towards the bathroom and did as I was told.  As soon as I came out of the bathroom door I was struck by a cupped hand right in my crotch.  Anne grabbed my balls and squeezed tightly.  The pain struck me and my knees buckled slightly but I was even more surprised by what I saw.  Anne was wearing nothing but a black leather bra and a short black leather skirt that came only about 6 inches down her thighs.  “You’re mine tonight bitch” she said “on your knees” and she squeezed harder.  I’m not sure if I choose to go to my knees or if the pain in my testicles caused my knees to fold, either way I was where she wanted me.

            In her left hand she held a pair of shiny metal handcuffs; she walked behind me and cuffed my hands behind my back.  “Open up” she said and from behind she put a gag into my mouth and fastened the strap behind my head.  The gag stuck about 3 inches into my mount and was shaped like a penis.  Then she pushed my head forward and with my arms restrained behind my back my head hit what was thankfully a shaggily carpeted floor.  With one bare foot she stepped on the back of my head to hold me down.  “And now for the element of control” she said with a devious sounding giggle.  I felt her finger with something very slimy on it press against my rectum.  She was lubing up my ass.  I had never had anything put in my ass so I was a little worried at this point.  I started to say something in protest momentarily forgetting about the penis gag in my mouth so all that came out was a muffled “mfffm hmmmf.”  “You will speak only when I tell you to bitch” Anne said and put a good deal of weight onto the back of my head.  She probably doesn’t weigh very much more than 120lbs but that feels like a lot when it’s on your skull. 

Just then I felt something cold and hard press against my ass.  It felt like metal but I wasn’t sure.  It was big, and she was pressing it hard, but slowly into me.  The widest part of it entered me and it was in.  “This is an electronic butt plug” she said.  “Stand up so I can demonstrate it.”  She removed her foot from my head and I awkwardly stood with my arms still behind my back.  As I stood the walls of my anal passage squeezed onto the bug plug, I felt totally full in a way I cannot adequately describe.  “It has 10 settings; we’ll start with setting 4 and go from there.  This is what you will receive when you disobey me.”  She pressed a button on a small remote she was holding and my world was lit on fire.  I felt painful electricity shoot through my ass and all throughout my genital area and stomach.  I dropped to the floor and writhed in pain.  Even though it hurt it was also stimulating my prostate and my penis became rock hard in no time.

“Had enough bitch?” she mocked me.  I nodded my head frantically up and down and did my best to mumble “yes” through the gag which was now causing me to drool profusely.  She let the device go for a few more seconds.  Then she cranked it up, to what setting she didn’t tell me.  The sensation was so intense I could do nothing.  The muscles in my body flexed.  All of me went rigid and I almost came but she turned off the device with not more than a few seconds to spare.  I lay there in the fetal position at her feet just trying to regain my composure.  I could think clearly enough but my body didn’t want to comply.  When I finally managed to sit up Ann placed a collar around my neck.  With a leash attached to the collar she pulled me up onto my feet. 

“We still need to finish this movie” she said and she walked me over to where we’d been sitting when this all began.  The movie had continued to play all the while.  She positioned herself to sit on the sofa and stood me in front of her, facing her.  She put the leash between her legs and held it behind her back.  She sat down and as she did she sat on the leash and it pulled me down a bit.  “On your knees” she said.  I obliged and knelt before her.  I could now see that there was a small black thong underneath her leather skirt.  “Remove my underwear bitch” she commanded.  “You may use only your mouth.”  She removed my gag and I dove my face between her thighs and began the task of removing her panties.  “For every minute my panties stay on I turn the plug up one notch.”  After a minute of me trying to get a grip on her panties with my teeth (completely soaking her inner thighs with my saliva in the process) she turned the plug onto setting one.  This was not so much pain as a minor discomfort.  It caused a warm feeling in my anus and a tickling sensation throughout my genitals.  Luckily I managed to get her panties off without the plug being turned up any higher.  As soon as I had removed them she yanked on the leash forcing my face right into her pussy.

“Eat me, slowly and smoothly.”  She wrapped the leash around her arm and I could not move my face more than half an inch away from her vagina.  My world was encompassed by her crotch and I sunk my tongue as deeply as I could into her sweet, wet pussy.  For half an hour until the movie was done I sat there on me knees eating Ann.  My knees were throbbing, my back was tired, and my tongue felt like it was going to fall off.  I never even got her to come; she sat there placidly watching the movie the whole time.  Finally she allowed slack into the leash.  I leaned back on my haunches and breathed deep my first breath of fresh air in 30 minutes.  “Hmmmm, well done bitch” she said in a low satisfied voice.  She then replaced the gag in my mouth, there was really no need; my tongue was too tired to talk anyway.  She stood, straightened her skirt and I stood up next to her.  As soon as I’d gained my feet her knee came shooting up into my crotch.  She smashed my balls and I dropped like a sack of potatoes.  She had restrained herself, it was not an incredibly powerful shot.  It was enough to make me feel like I was going to throw up, a feeling not helped by the gag which teased the back of my throat.  “You will stand when I tell you to stand, is that understood?  Now stand up.”  I attempted to stand but my legs had not yet recovered.  I felt a surge of electricity pulse through my ass as she cranked on the plug.  “STAND!” she commanded and turned the plug up another notch.  “STAND BITCH!” and the plug was turned up again.  I finally managed to rise, not incredibly easy with my hands still cuffed behind my back and a pain in my stomach causing me to hunch over.  I stood in front of her, bending a little at the waist.  The plug made my legs feel like jello and my cock was fully erect.  “Stand up straight” she said.  I did, trying to ignore the feelings of pain (and pleasure) coursing through my body.  “Now stay standing straight or this plug gets turned up, it’s only at 3 right now.” 

Then she did something I had not expected.  She started kissing my neck.  She sucked hard and bit me lightly.  She started working her way down my nude body.  She kissed me all over my chest, sucking and biting on my nipples along the way.  It took all the strength I had to keep my back straight through her tormenting.  She kissed down past my chest and to my stomach at which point she was bent over enough that I could see her beautiful ass sticking out of her short skirt.  I wanted it so badly but I made sure I kept rock still.  She went to her knees and worked her lips lower and lower on my body until she had reached my raging hard penis.  She didn’t touch it, she merely blew onto it.  The feeling was amazing and I couldn’t help but bend slightly at my waist as a muffled moan of ecstasy left my mouth.  ‘Click’ and the plug was turned up one notch.  The hot feelings of electricity increased in my body.  I could feel it down my legs and into my stomach now.  I felt very ready to orgasm; as if she’d read my thoughts Anne said “don’t you dare come until I tell you that you may.”  I tried to clear my mind and subdue the feelings of oncoming orgasm building within me.  Then Anne took me into her mouth.  I thought it was hard to stand straight before, this made it almost impossible but I somehow managed to control myself.  Her moist, soft lips wrapped around the head of my penis and her tongue flicked over the hole.  She started to slowly and shallowly move her lips back and forth along my cock.  She made it incredibly moist with her saliva which only made her light pink lips feel smother and softer on my sensitive skin.  Then she lightly grabbed the back of my shaft with her hand and started to slowly pump it back and forth.  With her other hand she cupped my balls and I lost control.  “UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG” I screamed through the gag and my semen shot into her mouth and onto her face, from which it dripped onto her chest.  I had no idea that much semen could be stored in my testicles.  It just kept coming and coming, a solid 10 pumps in total.  It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, never prior, and never again.  

My orgasm was so powerful I collapsed in a heap on the floor.  My energy was gone and my body was weak.  “You are a very bad little boy” she said in an amazingly seductive voice as she delicately scraped some of my semen off her lip with her finger and held it to my face.  “Clean me” she said.  I opened my mouth and sucked my own come off of her smooth finger.  It was warm and tasted of salt and bitter.  “Clean all of me” she said and she sat cross legged on the floor in front of me.  She turned off the plug and I ever so slowly drug my limp body over to her.  I started on her beautiful chest.  Licking and sucking my come off of her soft skin, her beautiful little pink nipples.  I moved to her chin, then to her cheek and finished with the bit still left on her lips.  After I’d imbibed every drop of my semen she embraced my lips in a powerful kiss.  She pulled my tongue into her mouth and sucked it hard, I returned the favor.  She stood, I stayed sitting.  “At least you can learn, but I’m afraid you must be punished for coming without permission.”  She pulled me up by the leash and led me into her room; I looked at her bed and saw a series of ropes at the head and foot.  Her bed was the bottom of a bunk bed, the top bunk was empty but hanging from the side was a metal loop hooked to the frame.  She walked behind me and unlocked one side of the handcuffs.  She led me over to her bed and ran the unlocked handcuff through the metal loop and then relocked it onto my wrist.  My hands were fixed slightly above my head.  From behind me she then placed a blindfold over my eyes.  “Now for your punishment” she said, I prepared myself as best I could and waited for the reward I’d earned for disobeying my mistress.