The ruins of Ars-Gorlai loomed high above, and Mina, who had dragged herself through hell to get there, was not impressed.

She and her band of thieves, archaeologists and grave robbers had trekked for a month, through snake-filled swamps, treacherous forests and vast, open plains to get to this large, shabby fortress, carved into the side of a rough, shale mountain.

One of her thieving companions — a large, brutish man named Byron, twisted a map, ruffled some papers, frowned.

“This doesn’t look very similar to what the drawings show,” he grumbled, glaring down like the papers themselves had cheated him and he was preparing to get his revenge.

“Of course not,” sighed Abel, a small, reedy man, one of the three archaeologists who’d hired them. “Those drawings are old, Barron. Stone falls down,” he said, miming to Byron as if he were stupid.

Byron bit his tongue and said nothing, but his eyes smoldered. He’d been calling him the wrong name through all their travels. Abel caught none of it, and Mina rolled her eyes.

“When do you want to start exploring?” she asked. If it were up to her, the answer would be “immediately” but since he’d contracted her to escort him there, he called the shots. And she knew the answer he’d give would be —

“Tomorrow morning. Set up camp. I’m going to survey the outside and see what I can find,” he huffed, and left without another word.

Mina’s temper flared, another small indignity delivered on his part – he’d done nothing but complain the whole trip without being useful at all, except order them around like servants. 

The other three were awful in their own way. His wife, Brienne, was a fine woman until another lady went anywhere near her husband, at which point she became a witch. Mina felt her judging gaze skin her back every time she went to talk to Abel, and it rankled her deeply.

Two assistants — one, a young, mousy woman named Talia and an older, more feeble coworker named Phineas — kept to themselves, and generally gave Mina the creeps. Talia in particular had snow-white hair and eyes like frozen moons, deep and blue and devoid of any sign of life. She looked alien, almost. Phineas was just a creepy old man, and she’d caught him leering at her along those two weeks.

She often slept with a knife under her pillow, her sword close by. On this trip, she kept a second one as well.

“Mina,” Byron said, watching him leave. “Are you sure he’s good for the money?”

“I’d have to say so,” Mina said, running her fingers through her long, red hair. “I checked with Forley before we left — half the money came through, just like he’d said. And it was legit, too — we’re already patching the roof and getting new furniture.”

They looked up at the massive structure, the sun setting, and the long shadows cast from the gnawing fangs of rock looked like living, evil beings, slithering up and down the face of the place.

“How deep do you think we need to go to get anything done?” Byron asked. He looked relaxed, but Mina caught a nearly imperceptible waver to his voice.

“Are you scared?” she asked, eyes wiggling. Byron scoffed, but Mina saw right through it. He didn’t answer.

“You are!” she whispered, looking around. Byron was an old friend, moreso than Tig, Holden and Eivor, the other three she’d brought along from the guild. They were barely in their 20s, kept to themselves. Mina and Byron were pushing 40, older folk in a young world. That wouldn’t stop them from harassing him the rest of the trip, though.

“It’s…I don’t know, Mina. This place is bad,” he said. He was sweating, in the cool evening breeze, and he looked pale. He stared, unblinking, on the statue at the top of the entranceway that sank deep into the mountain. “I don’t like it here. And I won’t go in if you don’t make me, Mina, and I don’t care who knows it,” he said quickly, like he’d lose his nerve if he didn’t share it then and there.

He was scared. Genuinely scared.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice low. She knew better than to laugh at him, or distrust him. His gut had saved her before, in situations where they should’ve perished, blades nearly missing them, ships nearly leaving them behind, lords and ladies just missing the thief nabbing their purses.

“It’s…a bad feeling.”

“Probably,” Phineas wheezed from behind them, making them both jump out of their skin. Mina snarled and rounded on him, an inch from his flabby, lecherous face.

“Care to share something?” she asked, her voice taking a cold edge. 

“Yes, the reason why your friend feels this way,” he said, unbothered. “Ars-Gorlai was the home of a fortress to an old, mad mage who dabbled in quite the selection of dark, forgotten magic. Much of it was inscribed into objects, but things like that, they don’t really sit still. While the curses and enchantments have most likely deteriorated, the energy leaked into the walls, hence…” he gestured vaguely.

“Do you feel it too?” Mina asked.

“Why, yes, but I’m sensitive to these things, as it seems your friend is, too,” he said. “It will pass, and we will acclimate. I expect things to move along shortly, here, do we have our bags ready?”

“No, Abel is gauging the exterior. We’re moving in the morning, and we’re setting up camp now.”

Phineas’ brow furrowed, his expression inscrutable. “I see. Well, I’ll go assist him.”

He wandered off, but comprehension hit Mina like a thunderbolt.

“Wait!” she called. Phineas turned.

“Most likely deteriorated? Not definitely?”

Phineas grinned. “Why yes. Some of those enchantments may still be active. When we venture in tomorrow, best not to touch anything, yes?”

***

Night fell like an axe — swift and without warning. Before the tents were fully pitched, the sun was gone, the stars were out, and the ruins of Ars-Gorlai leaned over them like a giant, ready to snatch up a sheep.

They huddled around the campfire, the ten of them, slurping on a watery soup with some greens and rabbit Holden had accumulated while they were setting everything up. It was good, passable food, and useful — tomorrow would be a long day.

The feeling seemed to have passed for Phineas, but Byron still seemed jumpy, on edge. Talia watched him with those bulbous eyes, her too-pale skin shining in the firelight.

“So, Abel,” asked Tig, a small, pretty woman with short, black hair who was great with a lockpick and had the nicest smile Mina had ever seen, “what’s the story behind this place?”

Abel nodded, swallowing a big chunk of rabbit. “It’s quite the story, but it’s long and involved — I’ll give you the relevant facts. To begin, these kinds of fortresses were named after their owners. In this case, it’s the wizard Gorlai, who — and this is anecdotal — was a chief backer of the Farmer’s Uprising nearly 300 years ago, and was known as quite the accomplished enchanter. But he had a rather…dubious personal reputation as well. He…erm…”

Abel looked uncomfortable, and he set his bowl down. “He was known for certain…let’s call them proclivities, in his personal life, leaning toward domination and sadism. And while he engaged in sizable contributions to society — some of which are still in use today, in a less evolved form — more of these magical devices were related to his own personal pursuits.”

“I am not sure of this word, proclivities,” Eivor said. She was a tall woman from the North with thick blonde braids and paint along her eyes. She, along with Byron, was the muscle on the trip, and didn’t speak their tongue natively. “What does it mean?”

“He was into some very interesting things in the bedroom,” Tig giggled. “With lovers.” She was the only one who was laughing, and it died away when she saw the look on everyone’s faces.

“While I’m not one to judge,” Abel said, “I would strongly advise everyone to not touch anything without my express permission and say-so tomorrow. I’d hate for something to happen to any of you.”

“Why haven’t people cleared this out before?” Holden asked.

"When the Fall happened and magic vanished, most of the wizards and their fortresses either collapsed or sank into the Earth," Abel said. "While Gorlai’s magic faded, the enchantments guarding the place, which included a shield and a veil that hid it from sight and maps, held. Until now, it seems.”

They all looked up at the ruins, as if waiting for it to say its piece. It remained silent.

“In effect, we’re the first ones to see this place in 300 years,” Abel said. “We should be very proud of ourselves, and extremely vigilant. Untold discoveries — and if luck holds for you all, riches — await us within.”

Mina thought back to Phineas’ words — the old man looks sunken, like a corpse, in that firelight. “And what about experiments with dark magic?” she asked.

“Hard to say,” Abel said. “Accounts are mixed, at best, but one can be sure he did. The wizards were an arrogant breed, prone to fits of grandeur. It wouldn’t shock me if there was something he experimented with, though the amount of them eludes me. Which leads to my earlier points — don’t touch anything without consulting me. Not a candle, not a doorknob, nothing. Are we clear?”

Everyone muttered their assent.

“Good. Now let’s get to bed. We have a long morning ahead of us.”

***

Mina woke in the night to the sound of grunting and groaning.

Her brain, in a fuzzy haze, pushed out into the darkness of her tent, trying to move an invisible force away, as if that were the source. It wasn’t, and as she grew more awake, she realized it was nearby.

Her heart hammered — she grabbed the knife from under her pillow and poked her head out into the clearing, straining to see. The embers from the fire were nearly dead, but they were light enough to project the movement behind one of the tents — and the sounds that came within.

She listened deeply —

Abel.

She slunk out, steadying her breath, bare feet padding along in the dirt. She heard the archaeologist, Abel, another voice — and then a third.

Were they…?

She snuck around and stared into the opening, just an inch across, to the entrance of their tent.

Abel was on the ground, on his knees. His head was mashing into the dirt, his skinny, small frame bent by someone larger. He moaned softly, hands tied behind his back, legs spread as the figure thrusted slowly into him, savoring it, by the sounds of their voice. His wife —

No. It wasn’t his wife. Brielle was tied to a post in the corner, a large cloth gag stuffed in her mouth. She, too, was naked, wrists above her head, and twine was wrapped, constricting, around her breasts, with some wooden clothespins on her nipples. Something was inside of her, both holes by the looks of it, and she humped the air on her knees, trying desperately to apply pressure to the objects inside of her.

And the figure turned —

Eivor. The Northern woman had husband and wife dominated, pinned down and begging for a fuck, with the husband getting the first of it with something large tied around her waist. She bit her lip as she thrusted, slowly, savoring every inch she dug deeper into him. 

He came hard with a pitiful groan, all over the ground, but she didn’t stop until she figured it was time. After a moment, she threw him to the side, and he collapsed. Eivor stood, moving her way over to Brielle, who whimpered excitedly. She presented her breasts, and Eivor caressed them gently before untying her. She grabbed Brielle by the throat, whispered something in her ear, and turned her around, before she began to fuck her, too, with the same object, Brielle squealing.

Mina stepped back, slowly —

CRACK

A branch broke beneath her feet. Eivor’s eyes flickered toward Mina in the darkness, but Mina was a thief, used to subterfuge, and was long gone.

She lay there in her tent, her heart hammering, as the shock faded. She snorted at the thought of Abel giving his “proclivities” speech knowing his own — maybe that was what made him so uncomfortable.

She closed her eyes and wondered what it would be like to be in Eivor’s position — she’d had them both at her mercy! What she’d give to give those two a piece of her mind, and apparently a piece of something else, to have them at her mercy, begging for some sort of release —

The painted black lines of Eivor’s face loomed at her in the darkness, harsh, grey eyes shining in the moonlight that leaked through her tent.

“Eivor,” Mina breathed.

Eivor slunk up to her. Mina didn’t move, her eyes fixated on that large phallus, still attached to her waist.

“What did you see?” Eivor whispered. “Captain?”

“I saw —”

“Something you wanted?”

Mina opened her mouth, but closed it. She knew the answer. She just couldn’t believe she was going to give it.

“Did you want to watch?” Eivor asked. Mina felt hot, sweaty in her bedroll. Eivor just had to move the blanket just a bit to reveal that Mina wasn’t wearing any pants — just her underwear.

No! Mina wanted to scream, but her body betrayed her. She felt the heat of arousal flare up, her own inner feelings coming to light. It’d been a while since the last time another woman had her like this, and she couldn’t help but feel good. 

Eivor could see it, too.

“I can give you the same. Now, or never,” Eivor said. “Do you want it? If no, I will go and never offer again. If yes…”

Mina felt the chain of command fall down. She didn’t give a shit — she wanted what Eivor could give her now.

She nodded.

Eivor lunged.

Her hand clamped down on Mina’s mouth, and Mina struggled, incredibly aroused. She could feel her muscles pushing feebly against the woman’s iron limbs, and she felt the wet, used phallus drag across her stomach and thighs. 

Mina struggled some more, trying to get some feeling, and felt Eivor’s hot breath at her throat. She froze as pain, soft but sharp, ripped through her neck.

Eivor had her throat in her teeth. She bit down, somewhat hard, not enough to draw blood or break skin, but just above it. Mina gasped, let Eivor push her head to the side, her teeth guiding her, like a bone-white North Star.

Eivor leaned back and drew something out from her pocket. She stuffed it into Mina’s mouth and pushed her head down. It tasted sweaty, salty.

“Mine,” Eivor said, gesturing at her waist. “Now for you, Captain.”

Next, she tied twine around Mina’s hands and pinned them above her head. She pulled the blanket off and marveled at Mina’s body — her large tits, her well-sculpted hips. She was a dancer, before she was a thief, and kept the tone of it.

Mina mumbled something into the gag. Eivor closed her hand around her throat.

“Quiet, Captain,” she said, and gripped the strap on with one hand, pulled Mina’s underwear aside with the other. “I’m going to fuck you now. If you scream, I will stop and leave you like this. Silence. Do you understand?”

Mina nodded. She felt hot, heavy, and tight. She wanted to feel Eivor inside her.

Eivor took a hand and gently rubbed on her clitoris. Mina arched her back, her nipples erect, and bit back a moan through the underwear gag in her mouth. She felt herself get soaked, smelled her own arousal, felt Eivor explore her with impunity.

Then, Eivor entered her. In a hot rush, that pushed against the inside of her and spread so good, Eivor fucked her like she hadn’t been fucked before. Her rhythm was excellent, and she was responsive. Mina gasped when she pushed up and bit down on her nipple, when she grabbed her roughly, the salty, sweaty taste of Eivor’s underwear in her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back as Eivor sped up, pushing hard, and fast, moving, moving, moving.

I’m going to cum —

And she did. Quickly, in minutes. She bit back the moan, froze, tightened, and shuddered, her body relaxing. She sighed in pleasure, and Eivor withdrew. She took the strap-on off and removed the gag, the twine, leaving Mina alone, soaking wet and sleepy.

“That was good, Eivor,” Mina said softly. “Where did you learn to do all that?”

Eivor smiled. “I have many talents.”

“Did they know that?”

“I offered. I saw how he looked at me, and I find them both attractive, in their own way. The wife was interested, and once she saw what I did, she submitted. They both serve me when I visit, and I like that. It’s good for all of us.”

“I see,” Mina said. “You’re quite the woman.”

Eivor grinned. “As are you, Captain. You have haunted my fantasies this month. I yearned to take you, make you mine, as I did tonight.”

“Don’t get too carried away,” Mina said. “I’m still your captain.”

“Out there, yes. But not in this tent. Not now.”

Mina laughed, soft and low. “No. Not in this tent, you’re right. Go back and get some sleep. We have a fortress to plunder in the morning.”

Eivor smiled and left without a word, and Mina, feeling sleepy, drifted off, this time fully through the night.

Sandy's perspective

I finish inspecting the cameras, and give Lara a thumbs up that she affirms she sees over the intercom. I open the door and pat my nervous eyed, nude sister on her left shoulder as I pass her again.

Nothing to do but make small talk until Mary gets here. Lara tells me about how the Mirror Universe skit they did for Sheila's first fan service vid was inspiring a possible storyline that would involve a risky plan to use ruthless Star Hegemony Officers from the other Universe to beat the Amazonion/N'Docc Alliance. They'd be Officers presumed dead, but ones who were blown up or no body was found, so a cover story could be concoted. I was starting to see why she was bringing Mary back. But nothing prepared me for the sight of her when she came in view of the passageway camera.

She was wearing black pants, blouse and jackboots uniform, with a black combination cap. The armband has a picture of a black hand fixing to close around some well rendered stars of various colors, presumably the core worlds of the Star Hegemony. She has her blond hair tied back in a severe bun, and a harsh scowl etched on her face. Poor Sheila.

Then I notice the holstered flogger on her hip. Suede leather, which is common material for floggers, but with a minute amount of metal added at the tips to make it just a little more painful. Och, now I really feel bad for poor Sheila. It was surreal to see the foam coffee tray with three cups balanced in the black gloved hand of this vision of interstellar facism.

She stops in between the door and the camera, then suprisingly turns and sticks something to the wall with her left hand, the right balancing the coffee. Presumably a sticker of some kind, whatever it was, it couldn't be good for Slave Zero.

Then she looks right at the camera, her scowl turns into a smile, and she holds her finger to her lips in a "Shhhh" gesture. Then she actually winks. I am suprised at her brazeness, but I had left the door unlocked in anticipation of something like this and Lara knew it. It sucks for Sheila, but all four of us know a domme has every right to set up a slave for a nasty suprise. Ari taught us the purpose of that was to keep slaves off balance and submissive. A slave too used to a routine could get funny ideas...like rebellion or escape. I text her.

Mistress Sandy: Come on in Mary, the door's unlocked.

Mistress Mary: Thank you Sandy.

We watch on the laptop screen as she seems to almost goose step to the door, coffee in hand. In the next instant, I hear a shocked squeal as the door is flung open, even watch her adorable little buttocks reflexively clench. Sorry, big sis.

I think she was bracing for the suprise of the door being flung open, but the vision of Mary as the Star Hegemony's universe Captain Rommie really shocks her. Unfortunately, she doesn't greet her new domme and is openly eyeballing her. Two big mistakes I know she knows better then. I sigh as I pick up a crop off the coffee table and get up to discipline her. Shock is no excuse for imupudence, she knows that.

Mary has just been death glaring her former boss, letting her dig herself deeper by the second with her silence and staring. Mary sees me stand and waves me to sit down "Please Mistress Sandy, sit down and don't trouble yourself, I'm the one being evaluated, I'll handle this." As I sit back down I hear her voice rise as she rips into Slave Zero. I wish I'd brought earplugs, though it would probably be a discourtesy to Mary to put them in.

"YOU LITTLE IDIOT, STOP EYEBALLING ME! THEY TOLD ME MISTRESS NORA MOLDED YOU INTO A AN AMAZING SLAVE! I DON'T SEE IT! GREET ME PROPERLY, NOW SLAVE!." Was I glad when that stopped, phew!

I hear a meek, mmphed "Eeeting, iswess iliamso." Greetings, Mistress Williamson, presumably with her eyes cast down. Now Mary's voice, low and dangerous. "Slave, for as long as I'm a domme and your Slave Zero, I never want to hear any part of my name in your filthy little mouth. Address me as simply "Mistress" or "Ma'am" from now on. Greet me again, slave, properly. I'm running low on patience."

"Eeetings, iswess!" with as much desperate enthusiasm as she can muster. Mary just rolls her eyes and hmmphs "Stupid fool. She steps aside and points to the wall. "Go face the wall, nose on the sticker." Sheila totters past Mary, who gives her a light shove as she passes, making her stumble. But she rights herself and totters to the wall, then stops looking a little confused. "That's right, you're going to have to hunch down a little to get your nose on the sticker. It's going to be uncomfortable, I don't care slave! Back up a step, idiot! hunch until your nose is aligned with the sticker, fool! Thats it, hold it!"

I watch an discomfitted looking Sheila slightly bent to get her nose on the sticker. Her eyes blaze with anger, making me guess the sticker is something mocking and humiliating her.

I know I should do the polite thing and take the coffee from Mary. But I want to keep her from using the flogger on my sister. I exchange a look with Lara and she nods, wordlessly acknowledging my course of action.

"Stay there!" Mary commands Sheila, then stalks in pushing the door shut behind her. As she turns to us and I finally get up to take the coffee from her, the mean scowl turns into a dazzling smile she favors Lara and I with. I realize one thing we have in common is we've both fucked and sucked Dave. The former Navy girl is absolutely gorgeous!

As I take the coffee from her, Lara stands up to shake her hand. She answers her smile and shows no trace of animosity despite watching the blond demean her sweetie, she's in professional Top Domme mode now.

"Wow, Lara dear, it is good to see you again, I mean it. I've heard so much about what a mover and shaker you are in our community after you came back full time. Top Domme, wow! And Constance is your Executive! I bet Sheila wishes she treated both of you better now!" Lara bites her lip a little at the blond domme's presumptions, but says not a word about them.

Instead she says "Good to see you doing good and moving up too, Mary. When I saw you cocooned on that Bridge set, I felt terrible for you, despite our past differences. I'm glad to see you made lemonade out of lemons and are making a comeback with QOM's crew."

Lara sounds sincere, despite seeing the PAWG harrass her lover, and Mary looks really touched. They stare at each other quietly a long moment, hands still clasped. "Thank you, Lara." this said in a low, sincere voice.

They release hands and Mary turns to me. I hold out my hand to shake and the blond grabs it and pulks me into a huge hug, making me squeal in shock.

"Sandy, girl! A lot of talk about you, too! Word is you got him so trapped in that half breed pussy he doesn't open his mouth without spitting out cute little black pubes" She'd pushed me back at arms length, probably taking in my shocked face.

"Pardon my vulgarity, girl. Hanging around Queen Of Mean's gals does that to you. But I'm serious, story is while Lara here and Constance run the show, you pussy whip Dave and keep him out of the way."

I kind of stammer "Uh, gee, nice to see you again too, Mary." Then a thought hits me. What people are saying from the outside, like QOM's crew, could be very important. We need to know just how convincing our little act is to those looking in from the outside. Another look I quickly trade with Lara. She nods knowingly. Damn, but we do have good communication.

I gently guide Mary over to the couch, sitting to her right, Lara sits to her left. We pick up our coffees and sip. Mmmm, Amarretto, my fave! Then I look at my poor sibling suffering as she strains to hold her nose to the presumably mocking sticker. Here I am drinking coffee, relaxing on the couch, while my poor sister suffers. The thought fills me with resolve. Might as well make her suffering worthwhile and pump the blond Domme for as much information as possible. Mary is sipping her coffee and staring at the laptop screen, smirking with pleasure at the suffering of her old boss. For just a moment, I imagine sucker punching her with a left hook to the jaw. I knocked out boys with it in high school. My rusty fighting skills are coming along, especially after sparring with Layla, and now that she's enslaved, Sarah and Lara.

I shake myself, nice fantasy, but no good right now. "Uh, Mary?" She reluctantly drags herself away from Sheila's delicious misery (at least to her) and looks at me questioningly.

I continue as casually as I can. "So what are you guys saying about, uh what we're doing now?" The blond smiles, warming to her topic.

"Well, they say after Miss Bossy Bitch got caught screwing you guys over, you really put her in her place. It's common knowledge witnessed every day on the set. We had a good laugh at Miss High and Mighty in a bitchsuit, forced to pee in front of everybody on set. When Mistress Nora would even allow her to pee!"

"The word is, you and Dave were fucking in secret within a month of you getting here. You both hid it from Boss Bitch to avoid the controlling bitch's wrath. When Nora started messing her up really bad, you "staged" an escape in cahoots with Dave. He follows you two and pretended to convince you to come back."

"The deal was Sheila would get treated better, even though she was still a slave. And Dave got your hand in marriage and the promise of an heir, a noble sacrifice you'd make to allieviate your poor sister's suffering. She agreed because she still needs her check to help cover your Dad's medical bills. And if she plays along, Dave will give her a glowing letter of recommendation and deny she ever betrayed you guys, so she's still employable in the fetish community."

I sort of nodded along, hoping I seemed convincing without explicitly endorsing the story. That was so NOT what happened. But it was pretty much what we wanted Ari to think. If one of her major partners like QOM was buying it...

"They said at first everyone was happy. Sheila was treated like a cherished houseslave by you and Dave, better than getting jacked up every day by Nora. Much as I hate Sheila, I can get that. That little bitch is savage as a domme."

"They said at first Layla was happy as Top Domme, Lara as Chief Scriptwriter. And you were still a Junior Domme and gopher girl. But everyone knew not to cross Dave's Little Princess, or else. The story is Layla started pressing you and the other girls, being more domineering than Sheila. They said you and Nora together used some "Pussy Persuasion" to get Dave to greenlight a plan to takedown that Taco Bitch and lock her down next to her friend."

"Normally we wouldn't think much of a subbie/gopher girl revolt. No offense girls, but you were Sheila's submissive, Constance, Layla's sub. And you Miss Sandy, were just seen as his little side piece, so he could at least say he got pussy from a Connor sister."

"But you took down those smug bitches hard, and really put them in their places! If a couple of subs and a gofer girl can keep them locked down like you guys do, they deserve to stay bottoms! Plus, since your little coup, we work so much better with you girls then either of those two bitches! For most QOM dommes, your leadership is respected, even Alpha Slave Sarah is held in higher esteem than..." She looks at the laptop screen with another smirk "Boss Bitch and her Spic flunky."

I try to keep my expression non-commital but affirming. Now was the time to change the subject before we had to spin too many lies that might trip us up. "That's great, Mary...and speaking of a new regime, Slave Zero committed two egregious offenses, not greeting you immediately, and eyeballing you instead of casting her gaze down. These need to be reported to Chief Disiplinarian Of Slaves Nora immediately. Normally that would be your perogative as her domme. But since the two of you have a checkered history...Lara or I can do it." Sorry to throw you under the bus Sheila...but it's a good distraction.

Mary waves off my concern. "I used to hate that kid so much. But I had time to think, and I blame Sheila and that Vasquez bitch for not supervising her better. Poor kid is a good domme, but she's going to need "adult supervision" for a few years yet, to reach her potential. They gave her too much responsibility, let her run loose like a spoiled brat, then coddled her when she messed up. Once again, we admire how you guys keep her in check while honing her into a good domme. And laugh that those two bitches reap the karma of their mistakes when she dommes them. What's the best way to contact her, I'll do it now if it's feasible?"

I was taken aback at how quickly she forgave Nora, the stories I heard was Nora really sadistically dommed her. "Well, try group chat, if she's not busy she'll reply."

Mary pulled her phone out of a trouser pocket. Lara and I followed along on our devices.

Mistress Mary: Mistress Nora, are you available? I'm sorry to bother you. But I have to let you know something within the scope of your duties.

We waited 30 seconds.

Mistress Nora: Hi, Mistress Mary! We're all so excited to have you back! Except maybe Slave Zero and Slave Border Bunny, lol. Speaking of those two little twats, how's the turnover of Slave Zero going?

Mistress Mary: Unfortunately, Mistress Nora, that's what I need to talk to you about. Slave Zero failed to greet me properly until I ordered her to. She also eyeballed me until I ordered her to cast her eyes down. I did suprise the poor little thing, but I gave her over a minute to do the right thing, she kept staring at me silently until I reprimanded her nude ass. I was told her misconduct needs to be reported to you as Chief Disciplinarian Of Slaves on the Persevearance set.

Mistress Nora: SHE WHAT!!!?? That little....I trained her better than that! 😡. Discipline her however you like, but rest assured we'll convene a Disciplinary Review Board on her. I already scheduled one for Slave Border Bunny for this afternoon, I guess Slave Zero is going up, too. Accept my apologies as Chief Disiplinarian for the slave's behavior, Mistress Mary. She knows better, and we're all going to scream at her before we decide on a sentence.

Mistress Mary: No apologies necessary, Mistress Nora, I know she's a tough nut to crack. That's why we have to be tough nut crackers😁. I do have a request, can I sit in on the Disiplinary Review Board for your slaves? Mistress Dao said it's good for my education to learn how other fetish groups do things.

Mistress Nora: Sure thing, Mistress Mary, as long as my fellow Dommes and Alpha Slave Sarah agree. Sure that won't be a problem. I'm really glad you got this opportunity, I mean it, you deserve it. After your Commisioning ceremony at QOM's compound, I'll buy you a drink in the Domme's Lounge. We'll make Zero and Border Bunny compete to fetch it. Whoever comes back without the drink gets punished! 🤣

Mistress Mary: That does sound fun, I accept Mistress Nora!🤣 Thanks for your kind words and support, I appreciate them. I look forward to working with you, again. I especially look forward to laughing with you as Zero and Border Bunny scramble to fetch that drink. Roz is going to mess with both those bitches so hard, trust me.😅

Mistress Nora: Sounds fun, I like Roz, she's so cool, except to slaves! then she's a total bitch! Zero and Border Bunny are going to get shredded by her! 🤣😂😂. See you l8ter, Mary.

Mistress Mary: L8ter Nora.

Huh. I'm suprised they're so civil, even friendly to each other after what I heard. But it makes things easier.

I did like Roz, the Domme's Lounge manager, too. But she was a total bitch to bottom slaves, though she was nice to dommes, and even Alpha Slaves, if they were appropriately respectful. I remember her and Constance laughing together at how hard she ran Constance when she was doing duty as a bottom slave in the Domme's Lounge. But Roz sincerely congratulated her on her reinstatement as a domme, and bought our drinks the whole first night we drank there to show her respect for Constance.

"Well, ladies is there anything else?" Lara reviews our basic slave handling and administrative procedures with Mary nodding along. I look concerned at my big sis on the laptop screen. Her and Layla are going to probably suffer because Mary blames them for Nora's abuse. And Dao just gets off on abusing other women sexually as well as in other ways. We have to keep them safe, and do some nice things for them when this storyline wraps. Though I'm pretty sure I'm not going to let either of them come if I accept Lara's invitation to naked twister.

Sheila's perspective

I stand staring angrily at that stupid mockery of a sticker, while admitting it's creative and well rendered. Basically it's a cartoon version of me, nude except for my arms bindered behind my back, hood masked and ballgagged. How do I know it's supposed to be me? If the pink lotus piercing at the base of my cartoon pubic thatch wasn't a dead giveaway, the writing under my caricature's bare feet, give it away.

SLAVE ZERO=LOSER GIRL 2.0 😂🤣

My cartoon duplicate is looking up terrified and to her right at a cartoon giant duplicate of Mary in her Star Hegemony Captain's Uniform grinning down sadistically at her. What makes it such perfect mockery is right now it's essentially the truth. I tell myself, I had a choice this time, and did the hard right thing for the greater good. It's still so humiliating.

I hear the apartment door open and Mary yell "Right Face!" I pivot on the heel of my right foot and ball of my left to the right, come to attention to await her next command.

Alpha Sarah likes to form us up and march us military style when she's leading more than one slave place to place and we're not coffled together. So she and Layla taught us basic drill commands so she could form us up and move us out quickly.

I have to admit as goofy as it feels being marched as a naked slave, or at least in a fetish suit with the goodies hanging out, it beats being led on a leash or coffled with other slaves like an animal. And Sarah seems to feel pride as people admire how efficiently she moves us about without leashes, tethers or even using her crop. As much as the poor ex-Navy girl has been through, she deserves something that makes her feel good about herself. Even if it is just being a good Alpha to a group of slavegirls who include two of her former bosses.

Mary sounds bemused when she says "Not bad, slave. I hear Sarah's been smoothing out the rough edges on you sorry lot. Meticulous as ever when she's in charge, I'll give her that. Forward march, slave!"

As I move and Mary falls in behind me, I reflect Mary ought to know, as Sarah was her Division Officer in the Navy. Mary's largely imaginary beef with the little Korean girl was a catalyst for a lot of what's happening now, me getting more involved with them then I ever intended. I just wanted to be a writer for a fetish show, I swore I'd stay out of the personal drama, figured the worst I'd have to deal with is how much Dave liked to look at my ass.

Then I think of my lovely Lara. My healing relationship with my reformed little sister. My sweet best friend Sarah (Even if she is kind of a bitch when she dommes. but who isn't?) Layla, Constance, even Nora. I could forgive her because I know deep down she's still that sweet kid who tried to hide behind Sarah when I looked at her my first tour on set. She's worth salvaging from becoming a monster like Ari. I'm doing this for the people I love. I think of the slaves Ari's marking for snuff films. I'm also doing this for the people other people love, which I wouldn't do without this wonderful extended family to guide my heart.

Mary is deceptively calm, calling out direction, knowing I know the way to the room Queen Of Mean's minions use for the "Bottom Slave Orientation Class". It should be named the "Slave Ritual Humiliation Chamber". I should have spoke up about stuff like this, if I was going to speak up. Too late now, I had to deal with consequences of poor choices. Though maybe this was a disguised blessing allowing us to decisively defeat Ari.

People are used to seeing my bare ass nude around the set, so not much laughing and pointing anymore, just some bois, and girls ogling. The only really embarrasing thing was the number of friendly greetings, high fives and fist bumps she got from staff. She could be high and mighty as Dave's consort, but I had to admit often she was better at befriending people outside our little "Star Circle" on set than I was. Lesson learned.

We got buzzed past the door to QOM's spaces without event. The Junior Domme at the desk is a redhead I don't recognize, she looks up from her phone to give me a brief appreciative ogle, then back down at it. As Mary marches me to the classroom, most of the QOM crew barely glance at us, now that the novelty of the former "Boss Bitch" as a naked slave has become routine.

Nothing seems off until Mary stops me at a supply closet and looks around to see if there are any witnesses. I squeal in shock around my burning ball gag as Mary shoves me into the closet and slams the door behind us.

She wraps her left arm around my waist as she forces me against the back wall. Her right grabs my throat, not squeezing, but tight enough to be a warning.

"Sheila, sweetie. Don't do something stupid. You know I'm stronger than you, and you're tied up. You'll lose if you try to fight, badly. I know that's your first instinct, it's something I respect about you. But you're not dumb enough to fight a battle you can't win."

I mmmph around the ballgag "eth, Misswes aryy." feeling the lemon and hot sauce sting as it mixes with my saliva. Her hard look melts into a big, pretty smile. Despite myself I feel a twinge of arousal. There's something hot about being under the complete control of a strong, pretty blond PAWG. Is she going to take me? Oooooh, Mistress Mary....please...

As if reading my mind, her left drifts down from my waist to squeeze my left ass cheek. My moan makes her grin wider. "I always thought you were sexy. But you know the first time I really wanted to fuck you? When Dave coerced us to dance together in his office, and you were so submissive to my lead."

That made sense. The dance ended when she pinned me against Dave's office wall...kind of like now...except I was dressed in workout gear. I was her superior at the time, even though her taking the lead in the dance turned me on, I commanded her to let me go, and she did. Top Domme did not submit to Alpha slave.

But now, I was Beta Slave, bound gagged and nude. and Mistress Mary was my Domme...her right hand left my throat and moved down, her left let go of my butt cheek and moved up. Her left pinned me against the wall by my bare right shoulder. Her right drifted between my legs and started expertly rubbing my girl bud. Without being told, I spread my legs wider to give her easier access. She smiled approvingly at my submission.

"Good girl." She praises me in a breathy whisper. "You feel it too, don't you, dear...the chemistry between us." I should be mad at her cornering and violating me like a scene in a bad women's prison movie. But I can't deny what I'm feeling, and nod my hooded, gagged head. The beautiful PAWG's smile grew bigger.

"Remember the Fetish Con dinner? Afterwards when I asked you if I could come to your apartment for a drink? I saw in your eyes when you said you were tired, you wanted to say "Yes", but were afraid of complications with Dave and I....wise, but this is what you missed out on...little half breed." I moaned as her skillful fingers wound me up while denying me relief...

Then her phone buzzes. I feel disappointment as her hand removes to retrieve it while her other arm keeps me pinned to the wall. She frowns at the screen. "Mistress Dao is not known for her patience, even though we're ahead of schedule." The blond mumbles. She texts a reply one handed to her mentor.

Then she looks back at me. "You know the school desk Nora tied me to when I had to go through the Bottom Slave Orientation class a few years ago? I made sure to get the same exact one for you. I know because Daci scratched a crude drawing on it, that was supposed to be me with a huge dildo in my mouth. It's such a little detail...but I know you like attention to detail...too make our TPE so much....more...powerful..."

We share a wordless look of pure lust. Lara is a good domme...she really meets my needs now that I'm enjoying exploring my submissive side again. But she holds back out of love. Mistress Mary has a lot of lust for me, but little love. It could get...rough. And a growing part of me is...ok with that. Maybe a little more than ok.

Mary shoves the door to the closet open, and flings me toward it, dragging me around with her left then shoving me out. "That'll teach you to respect your betters, slave! If not I got more for you, bitch! Move, now!" Presumably for the benefit of a witnesses who might be around. I totter a little on my ballet boots then stabilize and obey eagerly. I know the way to the classroom, and now I feel eager to get strapped in to that desk...under the mentorship of Mistress Mary....maybe I can provoke her a little...

https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/s/AsIxCOxfnV Part 21

I've worked this angle for months to make this night happen: invited them to lunch with us frequently to make sure everyone was comfortable together, encouraged her more than once to talk about Alex & Christopher, to concoct a fantasy about one or the other while I made her cum... she does the same with me with flight attendants, the neighbor's wife up the street, grocery checkers, and other random women we find attractive, so it's not unusual for us. We love each other's fantasies, and aren't threatened by them.

I made sure that Christopher "found" the box the pink bondage gear was packed in - I left where it wouldn't be discovered until late in the evening, "accidentally" not taped shut. I told him what was in it, to leave it for last, and coached him to take them out and tease her lightly in front of everyone. I gotta say: he nailed it - she blushed and was embarrassed a little, but he encouraged her; he and Alex flirted gently - before long she was playfully modelling them for us (fully clothed at the time).

She demonstrated the blindfold, giggled a bit and mimed being unable to see before moving it up on her forehead (it was surprisingly high quality - a nice wide elastic strap, and the white fluffy lining made it impossible to peek without getting fur in your eyes) Next she put on the collar, playing down the "cumslut" lettering - "oh, ignore that; it's just my sister being crude!" She snapped a handcuff over her left wrist, letting the other one dangle; last was the cheap wiffle-ball style ball gag, with its elastic strap; she stretched it over her head, and popped it in her mouth before turning and posing so everyone could get a look.

By now, the apartment was empty save for the couch, chair, a thick memory foam mattress stood up against the wall, and a few sheets & pillows - we're going to sleep on it tonight before heading out, leaving everything but the linens for Habitat to pick up.

She ran through several pinup poses, laughing through the gag, and I could bear it no longer. I approached her with lust in my eyes, grabbed her wrists, and held them out in front of her. Quickly, I snapped the other cuff in place. She used her tongue to pop the gag out of her mouth in response, feigning protest. "Hey! What the..."

"We're all packed and ready - why don't we go sit down for a bit?" I picked her up and carried her to the chair, sat down, and pulled her down onto me, sitting on my lap with her back to me. I held her hips and she wiggled her ass on my semi-hard cock.

"Just what are you doing, mister?" she chided me playfully.

"Whatever I want to do, little cumslut" I replied, returning her look.

She leaned back, raising her arms over our heads, "Is that so? I don't know about that..."

"I think you do," I replied, slipping the blindfold down over her eyes, then lifting her jog bra up to expose her beautiful pierced tits. I squeezed them firmly, playing with her nipples as her moans made my cock twitch and pulse.

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Now, watching my lovely little wife moan and writhe beneath Alex's cock, her trying to coax him to just put it in already made it all worth it. He had her by the ankles, legs lifted up and apart, rubbing his cock up and down over her lips and clit, driving her bonkers.

"mmmAlexmmmpleaseAlexplease..." she begged, but I raised a hand and he pulled away; I promptly spanked her clit, very hard, three times. She rewarded me with: "AH!AH!AH! Ohohohooooh..."

I'd never spanked her pussy before - I had no idea if she'd even respond well to it, but it seems my fears were unfounded.

Hell, she's only worn this fluffy pink paraphernalia once or twice in the past, just goofing around. They were a gag (no pun intended) wedding gift from her older sister, so up until now we've always treated them as such. A little light spanking and pinning under my body weight, once I cuffed her to the bed - "normal" stuff.

"NO." I said, forcefully. "Bad girl - you don't talk to anyone but me tonight. You're our fucktoy, but you only talk to me."

"OhyesmyLordyes; please whatever you want I'm so sorry please" more grinding and arching, desperate for cock. "Please please please fuck me please make him fuck me... "

I gave Alex a nod and he pushed her legs all the way to either side of us, touching the back of the chair, his cock barely touching her lips. I'll say this for Pilates: it keeps you toned and flexible. "This cumslut" he said, whispering in her ear, "has a delicious pussy!" He slid his cock smoothly all the way in, kissing her firmly, letting her taste her sweet cunt.

Audio

Ah, I forgot I left the lights off in here. I’ll just turn them back on.

Not that I suppose it makes a difference to you. You’ve been blindfolded in here for quite a while. You couldn’t even tell if it’s day or night. I bet you couldn’t even tell me how many hours have passed, could you, toy? Don’t bother answering. I don’t care what you have to say, and that panty gag is doing a good job of keeping you quiet. I know you want to beg. I don’t know if you want to beg to be untied or for an orgasm. It doesn’t really matter. You are my helpless toy, and I can do with you as I please.

Mmm if only you could see yourself now. Mummified completely in black bondage ribbon cocooning you tightly. Every inch of your skin covered and bound. Well, almost. Apart from the even pressure all over your helpless body, I bet the only thing you can feel is the cool air on your tits and pussy, yes? I left those exposed for a reason. Time to slap your tits, toy!

SLAP

SLAP

SLAP

You like that, don’t you, toy? I can hear you moaning through the gag. You love being a helpless plaything, tormented and teased when you can’t get away. Speaking of, you need more teasing. Why isn’t the vibrator running? Let me take a look at this

[open remote, remove batteries]

Looks like you completely drained those batteries. You are such a little slut! [laugh] No problem. You just hang tight, my little mummified toy. I’ll put fresh batteries into your vibrator.

There we go. I’m sure my little toy was missing that terribly. Let’s make sure it’s working…

Oh, look at you thrash around! You love it, don’t you, toy? Oh, it’s so hot to see you squirm and struggle like that and not be able to get away. You are well and truly stuck.

Well, that’s enough of that!

I’m setting this back to the original program. You remember… it will turn on and off randomly, but never running quite enough to let you cum. I’m so glad I kept you in orgasm denial for a week before this. You must be going positively insane. You never know when it will start up again, or if it will run for seconds or minutes. I’ll bet every time you squeeze your thighs together and try with every fiber of your being to squeeze an orgasm out of it before it shuts off!

But you haven’t been able to, have you? Silly toy.

Mmm those tits of yours look SO inviting, especially now that your nipples are rock hard.

SLAP

I think I’ll give those perky little nipples a TWIST!

Aw, did that hurt? You should thank me. I wouldn’t want you getting bored in there. Unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to see. Just floating in darkness, a completely helpless toy.

SLAP

That’s a good little toy. Making you a frustrated, horny object is entertaining me immensely. But I’ll let you “rest” for now. Maybe I’ll be back in a few minutes. Maybe a few hours. You will have absolutely no way to know. Goodbye for now… and lights out, toy.

Donating blood had always felt like my small way of giving back. As someone with O-negative blood—the universal donor type—I knew my donations could help anyone in need. So, I made it a point to give double red cells as often as I could. Over the years, it became routine: book an appointment, roll up my sleeve, sit back, and relax.

Last week, I scheduled my usual weekend afternoon appointment—but this time was different.

When I arrived at the Red Cross donation center that Saturday afternoon, everything seemed normal at first. A young woman with curly black hair and a warm smile sat behind the intake desk. I checked in, verified my donor ID, and took a seat in the waiting area.

“Mr. Collins?”

I looked up. The woman with the curly black hair stood before me, her bright smile lighting up her face. Her badge read Dana.

“That’s me,” I said, standing.

She greeted me with an enthusiasm I wasn’t expecting. “We’ve got something special planned for you today. Just follow me.”

Typically, I don’t pay much attention to the phlebotomists when I donate, but this one was different. Her scrubs clung to her hourglass frame in a way that seemed intentional, and the V-cut of her scrubs dipped low enough to offer a teasing glimpse of ample cleavage.

She led me into one of the small intake rooms, where the process went as usual. She checked my blood pressure—slightly high for me, though that could have been from… other factors. Dana was very attractive, and the room was very small.

The familiar questions followed. Have you traveled outside the U.S. in the last year? Have you had a tattoo or piercing in the last three months? A familiar ritual, but this time, something about the moment felt a little off.

Dana tapped a few notes into her tablet, then looked up at me with a sly smile. “So, Mr. Collins, have you had any recent sexual activity?”

The question caught me off guard. It wasn’t on the usual script. Normally, the intake process was all business—medical history, travel, health checks—but this felt… personal.

“Uh, not really,” I said, shifting slightly in my chair. “My wife and I have been really busy with work and the kids—we haven’t really found the time.” I was oversharing.

She nodded, tapping her pen idly against the tablet. “So, how long would you say it’s been?” This question was really out of the ordinary, but her tone was still all business.

I stammered a bit, caught off guard by the personal question. “Ugh… I don’t really know, several months, I guess.”

She tilted her head slightly, placing a hand on my thigh comfortingly. “You seem like a really nice person—you’ve been regularly donating blood to help other people for years. When was the last time someone took care of you?”

That one landed differently. My usual easygoing demeanor faltered for a second. This wasn’t just an intake interview anymore. It was a pointed question, one that made me suddenly aware of just how long it had been since I’d let myself unwind, really unwind.

I cleared my throat. “Uh, well, I suppose—”

Dana smiled, cutting me off gently. “Don’t worry. That’s part of what makes today special.”

I blinked, unsure what to make of that. She stood up, setting her tablet aside, and motioned for me to follow.

“Come on,” she said. “Your private donation room is ready.”

Something about the way she said it sent a slow, curling heat through my chest.

I raised an eyebrow but followed Dana through the busy donation floor. She led me past the usual row of donor chairs and phlebotomy stations, down a hallway I hadn’t noticed before. She glanced back at me with a teasing smile before opening a door to a private room I didn’t even know existed.

“This is where we honor our milestone donors,” she said, stepping inside and holding the door open for me.

The room was quieter, more intimate, with softer lighting that cast a warm glow over everything. A leather recliner sat in the center, positioned next to an apheresis machine. The tubing and collection bags were prepped and waiting, the digital display already calibrated with settings—anticoagulant flow rate, hematocrit target levels. It was all very clinical… but something about the setting, the privacy, felt different.

Before I could comment, another nurse entered. She had blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, bright blue eyes meeting mine as she smiled. Her badge read Laura, BSN.

“Welcome, Mr. Collins,” Laura said warmly. “I hear you’ve donated fifty pints—wow. You must be really dedicated to helping others. We wanted to make sure you knew just how much we appreciate it.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Nonsense,” Laura said, stepping closer. “Donors like you are rare. We take extra good care of the rare ones.”

Dana, still at my side, brushed her fingers along my forearm as she guided me toward the recliner. “Go ahead and get comfortable,” she murmured. “We’ll take care of everything.”

I sank into the chair, exhaling as she cinched the tourniquet around my upper arm. Her fingertips traced along my skin, warm and lingering as she palpated for a vein.

“Your veins are perfect for this,” Dana murmured, her voice smooth, almost admiring.

“Years of practice,” I said with a smirk.

“Mm,” she hummed, pressing slightly firmer as she examined the spot. “I can tell.”

Laura stepped closer, looking over my arm before tilting her head. “You know,” she said, almost casually, “it’d be easier if we had better access. Would you mind taking off your shirt?”

I blinked. “Uh—”

Dana smiled, her fingers playing idly over my forearm. “We just want to make sure we can get a clean insertion point,” she said sweetly. “And, well… it wouldn’t hurt to get a better look at our VIP donor, would it?”

Laura’s grin widened as she tugged gently at the hem of my sleeve. “We do have a certain standard of care in here,” she added playfully. “And right now, that means making sure nothing’s in the way.”

I exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “You two run a very thorough operation.”

Dana’s eyes flickered with something knowing as she leaned in just a little closer. “Oh, you have no idea.”

I hesitated for only a moment before reaching for my shirt, peeling it over my head and setting it aside. Laura made a quiet, approving sound as she took in the sight.

“Well,” she said, eyes flicking over my chest before returning to my arm. “That was a good call.”

Dana’s fingers skimmed my bare skin as she adjusted the tourniquet again, her touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. “Now that’s better,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Something about the way they were looking at me—this was definitely out of the ordinary.

Dana’s fingers trailed over my bare skin, adjusting the tourniquet with deliberate care. Her touch was warm, lingering just long enough to make me wonder if she was teasing me on purpose.

“There we go,” she murmured, cinching the band snugly around my upper arm. “Nice and firm.”

I expected her to move straight to the needle, but before I could say anything, Laura stepped to my other side and pulled a second tourniquet from her tray.

I frowned slightly. “Uh, both arms?”

Laura gave me an amused smile as she secured the band high on my opposite bicep. “This is an option for double red cell donations,” she said smoothly, running her fingers along the band to check the tightness. “One arm draws, the other returns your plasma and saline. Keeps your blood volume stable.”

Dana leaned in, her dark curls brushing my shoulder as she inspected the setup. “Plus, it keeps you nice and still for us,” she added, a playful tone in her voice.

I let out a slow breath, testing the restraint. My arms were pinned down by the snug tourniquets, keeping them firmly in place against the recliner’s cushioned armrests. I wasn’t exactly trapped, but the sense of control shifting away from me was… unexpected.

Laura seemed to catch my expression. “Don’t worry,” she cooed, pressing a hand lightly against my forearm. “We’ll be gentle.”

Dana smirked, reaching for the needle. “Well… mostly.”

I felt the cool swipe of the iodine pad against the crook of my arm, her fingers spreading my skin taut. “Deep breath,” she murmured, voice softer now. Then, with practiced ease, she slid the needle in.

A slight pinch, then the familiar sensation of the draw beginning. I exhaled, relaxing into the chair.

“Good,” Dana purred, pressing a bit of tape over the insertion point. “You’re such a good donor.”

Laura’s fingers skimmed over my other arm, feeling for the return line’s vein. “I’ll go ahead and set this one up,” she said, her voice light, almost sweet. “That way, we’ve got everything flowing just right.”

I nodded, watching as she prepped the second needle. Dana stood beside me, her fingers still lightly resting on my wrist, as if to remind me that I wasn’t going anywhere.

“See?” she murmured, tilting her head slightly as she met my eyes. “Nice and still. Just how we like you.”

I swallowed, feeling the slow, steady pull of the machine cycling my blood.

Dana adjusted the tubing one last time, ensuring the donation process was running smoothly. Her fingertips lingered on my forearm for just a second longer than necessary before she stepped back, letting out a quiet sigh. Laura and Dana then made themselves comfortable on a couple of chairs placed across from me in the room.

“Is it just me, or is it ridiculously warm in here?” Dana murmured, rolling her shoulders.

Laura exhaled dramatically, fanning herself with one hand. “No, it’s definitely hot. These new scrubs are awful—stiff, thick, and way too warm for a room like this.”

Dana tugged at the collar of her white scrub top, grimacing. “Yeah, I don’t know what they were thinking with this fabric. It’s supposed to be moisture-wicking, but all it’s doing is making me sticky.”

I smirked, watching them shift uncomfortably. “Maybe it’s just the pressure of working with a VIP donor,” I teased.

Dana shot me a playful look. “Oh, is that it? You think you’re the reason we’re all flustered?”

Laura chuckled, her blue eyes flicking over my chest. “Well, I will say, it’s not every day we get someone in here who looks this good out of their shirt.”

Dana’s gaze followed Laura’s, her lips curving into a smirk. “Mmm. True.”

I felt warmth creep up my neck, but before I could respond, Laura sighed and sat forward, reaching for the hem of her scrub top. “Ugh, I don’t care anymore. I’m taking this thing off.”

She peeled the pink top over her head in one smooth motion, revealing a striking red lace bra underneath. The delicate fabric hugged her slender frame, the contrast against her lightly tanned skin impossible to ignore. She stretched her arms above her head for a moment before adjusting her ponytail.

Dana groaned, still fidgeting with her own scrubs. “God, that’s so unfair. Now I feel even warmer.”

Laura arched an eyebrow. “So take yours off too.”

Dana hesitated, then huffed. “Fine. But if anyone walks in, I’m blaming you.”

With that, she pulled her white scrub top over her head, revealing a black lace bra that stood out starkly against her pale skin. The delicate fabric seemed stretched slightly, barely containing her ample chest. Unlike Laura’s effortless confidence, Dana seemed more aware of the way she moved, her fingers running absentmindedly along the band of her bra as she sighed in relief.

She exhaled, rolling her shoulders. “Much better.”

Laura leaned back in her chair, tilting her head. “You do look more comfortable now.”

Dana smirked. “Yeah, but these pants aren’t much better. They’re just as thick and annoying.”

Laura made a face. “Ugh, right? I swear, it’s like wearing a sauna.”

She didn’t hesitate this time. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband, Laura pushed her pink scrub pants down her hips, kicking them off easily. Beneath them, she wore matching red lace panties, the intricate fabric sitting high on her hips, the delicate trim hugging her toned waist. She crossed her legs slowly, settling back into her chair as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

Dana let out an exaggerated groan. “You are so much worse than me.”

Laura grinned. “I am just trying to be comfortable.”

Dana gave me a lingering glance before letting out a slow sigh and following suit. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of her white scrub pants and pushed them down, stepping out of them with deliberate ease. Her black lace panties clung snugly to her curvy hips, the contrast against her smooth, pale skin was utterly distracting. She adjusted the waistband slightly before settling back into her seat, mirroring Laura’s posture.

Laura drummed her fingers on the chair’s armrest, watching me. “You comfortable over there, Mr. Collins?”

I swallowed, acutely aware of the fact that I was strapped to the chair with IV lines in both arms, unable to move. I managed a chuckle. “I don’t think I have much of a choice.”

Dana smirked, tilting her head. “Nope. You’re all ours for at least another…oh… thirty minutes.”

Laura’s lips curled into a slow, amused smile. “Guess we’ll just have to find ways to keep you entertained.”

The steady hum of the apheresis machine filled the quiet room, a rhythmic pulsing that matched the faint tingling spreading through my limbs. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt lightheaded during a donation, but this was different. Maybe it was the slow draw of the double red cells, or maybe—just maybe—it was the surreal sight before me.

Laura and Dana, both seated across from me, stripped down to nothing but delicate lace, their bodies relaxed as if this were completely normal. But my body? My body was betraying me. A warm, dizzy sensation crept up from my fingertips, my head feeling slightly disconnected from my body.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. “I, uh… I think I might be getting a little lightheaded.”

Immediately, Dana sat forward, her brows furrowing in concern. “That’s not uncommon with double red cell donations,” she murmured, reaching for my wrist to check my pulse. Her fingers were cool against my skin, her touch firm but gentle.

Laura studied me carefully, tilting her head. “You’re looking a little pale,” she said. “And you’re breathing faster than normal.”

Dana nodded, her fingers tightening around my wrist for a moment before she looked up at me. “You feeling any tingling? Light pressure in your chest?”

I exhaled slowly. “Yeah. Arms feel a little weird, too. Kind of… floaty.”

Laura exchanged a look with Dana before shifting forward, her hands moving to my waist. “It could be a circulation issue,” she said, her voice matter-of-fact. “Blood volume shifts fast during these donations. If anything’s too tight—belt, waistband—it could be restricting flow.”

Dana nodded in agreement. “It’s a pretty simple fix. We should loosen anything constricting your core.”

I blinked, my dazed mind barely processing their words before Laura’s fingers were at my belt, unfastening it with practiced ease.

“Wait, uh—” I started, but Dana placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“Just relax,” she said softly, her voice soothing. “This may be unorthodox, but it’s very effective.”

Laura pulled the belt free with a smooth motion, her fingers immediately moving to the button of my jeans. “We’ll just ease some of the pressure,” she murmured, popping the button and slowly sliding the zipper down.

Dana hummed approvingly. “That should help.”

I barely had time to register what she was doing before Laura grasped the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down over my hips, her nails grazing my skin in the process.

“There we go,” she murmured, sliding them all the way off and setting them aside.

Dana was already assessing me with a critical eye. “Still a little pale,” she noted, her fingertips pressing lightly against my abdomen. “His core temperature feels fine, though.”

The bulge in my underwear twitched at her touch.

Laura exchanged a glance with Dana before nodding decisively. “A little circulation boost might help,” she said, moving closer and kneeling in front of me. “We should do a quick thigh massage to encourage blood flow back to the core.”

Dana hummed in agreement, already shifting closer. “Yeah, sometimes donors experience mild vasoconstriction during double red cell draws, especially when they’re sitting still for too long.” Her fingers traced lightly over my thigh, just above the knee. “A little stimulation to the muscles should help circulation.”

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching slightly at the unexpected sensation. “Uh—”

Laura, still crouched in front of me, tilted her head. “You’re tensing up,” she observed, her blue eyes flicking up to meet mine. “That’s not going to help.”

Dana smirked slightly, her fingertips pressing a little more firmly as she kneaded the muscle through the fabric of my underwear. “Just relax,” she murmured. “This is purely clinical.”

Her hands moved in slow, deliberate motions, easing into the muscle. I exhaled a shaky breath, unsure if the warmth spreading through me was from the donation or their touch.

Laura, watching my reaction closely, let out a thoughtful hum. “You know… the waistband is still compressing the area,” she said, her hands moving to my hips. “Tight clothing can sometimes restrict circulation, even when sitting. We should probably remove these.”

My pulse kicked up a notch. “Wait, I—”

Dana’s fingers squeezed gently against my thigh. “It’s standard, I promise,” she said smoothly. “Nothing to be nervous about. We just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Laura was already working, her fingers beneath the waistband. “I’ll be quick,” she assured me, her voice light and professional. “You won’t even notice.”

That was a lie.

I felt every inch of fabric as it slid down my thighs, the cool air rushing against my skin in stark contrast to the warmth of their hands. Laura pulled the garment free, setting it neatly aside before returning her attention to me.

“There,” she said, her tone entirely clinical. “Much better.”

Dana nodded approvingly, her fingers gliding along my bare thigh. “Now we can actually work the muscle properly.”

Laura placed her hands on my other leg, mirroring Dana’s movements. “Just let us do all the work,” she murmured, her palms pressing firmly into my skin.

Dana’s hands worked in slow, deliberate motions, kneading the muscles of my thigh with just the right amount of pressure. Laura mirrored her movements on my other leg, her fingers gliding firmly along my skin. The warmth of their touch, combined with the lingering tingling sensation from the blood donation, was creating a reaction I really didn’t want to acknowledge.

But my body had other ideas.

I swallowed hard, shifting slightly in the recliner. The sensation started as an unshakable warmth low in my abdomen, spreading outward, unmistakable and completely out of my control.

Dana’s fingers paused for the briefest moment before she made a soft sound of understanding. “Oh…,” she purred, her lips curving slightly as she exchanged a glance with Laura. “It looks like Mr. Collins is having a physiological response… and a significant one at that.”

Laura let out a quiet chuckle, but her tone remained professional. “That’s actually pretty common,” she said smoothly, locking eyes with mine, her hands never stopping their slow, methodical movements. “Increased circulation, physical relaxation, nerve stimulation—it can all trigger a response.”

Dana tilted her head slightly, her eyes flickering down before returning to mine. “We do see it from time to time,” she assured me. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I exhaled sharply, my pulse quickening. “I—uh—”

Laura wrapped her hand around my cock. “The important thing is making sure it doesn’t affect your donation,” she said, her tone thoughtful. “With double red cell draws, blood pressure regulation is critical. We want you to stay engaged and comfortable.”

Dana nodded, her fingers moving toward my balls, caressing them. “Which means we’ll need to monitor it closely,” she added, putting firm pressure on my taint.

I let out a breathy laugh, shaking my head slightly. “I’m sure this is all very scientific.”

Laura grinned, squeezing my cock tightly. “It is,” she insisted, though the way she looked at me made it clear she was enjoying my predicament. “And right now, our job is to make sure your body stays engaged throughout the donation process.”

Dana leaned in closer to my crotch. “So, we’ll just keep a close eye on your vitals,” she said, her voice teasing. “Make sure you don’t have any… sudden changes.” Her tongue reached out and flicked the head of my penis.

Laura pulled my foreskin down, leaving my swollen gland completely exposed. She then released her grip on my cock, watching as Dana gave a strong lick from the base to the tip of my cock. “Just try to stay as relaxed as possible,” she purred. “We’ll handle everything else.”

I wasn’t sure if they were talking about the donation anymore.

I swallowed hard. The apheresis machine continued its steady hum beside me, the IV lines keeping me locked in place. Laura and Dana took turns licking and sucking my cock. They alternated between my cock and balls, staying fully engaged.

I wasn’t sure if it was the donation, the warmth of the room, or the two gorgeous women sucking on my cock, but I was feeling very lightheaded.

Laura glanced at the monitor, her blue eyes scanning my vitals before she pursed her lips. “Your blood pressure is still running a little low,” she murmured, tilting her head thoughtfully. “We should recline you more to help stabilize circulation.”

Dana nodded in agreement, kissing the tip of my cock one last time before stepping back to adjust the chair. “Good call,” she said smoothly. “Tilting you back will help redirect blood flow to your head and even things out.”

Before I could respond, the quiet hum of the recliner engaged, and my body slowly eased backward. My legs lifted slightly while my upper body reclined further, the shift in position instantly taking the edge off the dizziness. But as my head settled against the cushioned headrest, my gaze landed on something else entirely.

Laura had stepped over to the top of the reclined chair. She was standing directly above me, straddling my face. With the overhead light casting soft shadows along her toned figure, my eyes traveled instinctively over the curve of her waist, the contrast of her smooth, lightly tanned skin against the deep red lace of her bra and matching panties. The delicate fabric hugged her frame perfectly, accentuating the subtle dip of her stomach and the gentle rise of her hips. I could make out a discoloration in her red panties, a bit of wetness soaking them through.

Before I could linger too long, she lowered her panty-covered pussy down to my face, rubbing the wet, musky fabric against my nose and lips.

“Intoxicating scents and tastes can reduce dizziness,” she murmured, her voice calm and measured, as though this were a standard part of every blood donation. Her fingers swept down and moved the soaked fabric to the side, revealing her pink, swollen, hairless labia. The warmth of her vulva radiated against my face. My tongue lapped at her folds, eager to taste her juices.

“It encourages blood flow back to the brain, helps regulate pressure,” she added, squeezing my head gently between her tender thighs.

Meanwhile, Dana, still kneeling between my thighs, continued working on my cock. Her fingers tugged at my balls while her tongue expertly worked up and down my cock. Her fingers were using just enough pressure to be effective—but also just enough to make me very aware of exactly where her hands were.

“Just keep breathing,” Dana said softly, her voice carrying that same professional tone, though the glint in her eye suggested something else entirely. “Your body’s just adjusting.”

Laura was moaning as her fingers pinched her nipples around her lacy red bra. My hands longed to cup her firm ass as she ground her pussy into my face. But my arms remained securely strapped to the chair as the needles moved blood out of my body and returned the plasma.

“You’re doing so well,” she purred, rocking her hips against my face. “Oh… That’s good. You respond well to our stimulation.”

Dana moaned in agreement, her mouth maintaining suction on my cock, dangerously close to sucking an orgasm out of me. Sensing my imminent eruption, her mouth popped off my cock. “Yes, he is very responsive,” she echoed, wiping her drool from her chin with the back of her hand.

Laura’s fingers glided through my hair as she rocked her hips at a steady pace, rubbing her clit against my tongue. She smiled down at me. “There you go. You are doing such a good job with your donation.”

As Laura stood over me, I marveled at her toned stomach and the delicate red lace hugging her chest, it became impossible to ignore just how much she was enjoying this process. Her breathing had deepened, her lips parting slightly as she let out a slow, unsteady exhale. Her fingers, still moving through my hair, had begun to tremble—just the slightest quiver, but enough to tell me that she was really enjoying this donation process.

Her thighs squeezed my head, as if steadying herself, and her hips gave the faintest, involuntary shift. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth for just a second, as if trying to compose herself, but the way her chest rose and fell in slow, deliberate waves told me that she was riding the full effect of my tongue’s rhythm against her slit.

“You’re doing so well,” she groaned, her voice lower now, richer, like she was savoring every second. “You are a giver.”

A soft, almost breathy sound escaped her lips before she steadied herself with a slow, deliberate inhale. Her fingers tightened just slightly against my scalp as her whole body tensed against my face. There was no mistaking that she was receiving her involuntary release.

From behind Laura, Dana smirked, crossing her arms. “Wow,” she mused, her tone dripping with amusement. “I think someone just got more out of this than she expected.”

Laura let out another slow, satisfied breath, her fingers releasing their tight hold on my hair before she finally exhaled, steadying herself. She cast Dana a playful, half-lidded glance. “What can I say?” she said, giving one last languid sweep over my forehead. “He’s a very generous donor.”

Laura’s fingers traced slowly along my jawline before sweeping back up to my hairline, her touch precise, calculated—yet undeniably lingering. She let out a thoughtful hum, her gaze flicking down at my face still stuck between her thighs. “You’re looking better,” she murmured, her blue eyes dancing with amusement. “Color’s coming back, breathing’s steady…”

Dana, still lingering between my thighs, let out a small chuckle. “Vitals seem stable,” she agreed, her hands smoothing over my skin with firm, professional care. “But I do think we should continue monitoring him. Just a little longer.”

I exhaled slowly, catching my breath after being practically smothered by Laura’s dripping pussy. “I get the feeling neither of you is in a hurry to clear me,” I said between breaths.

Laura’s lips curved into a teasing smirk. “Oh, we just like to be thorough,” she said smoothly, dragging her fingertips down the sides of my face with deliberate slowness. “And you are an important donor. Milestone patients are very generous and deserve the extra attention. Double blood is double fun, I always say”

The steady hum of the apheresis machine was suddenly interrupted by a sharp beep, signaling the end of the donation process. The rhythmic cycling of my blood had officially completed, and the soft whirring of the machine slowed to a stop.

Laura sighed dramatically, her fingers giving my scalp one last gentle caress before she straightened up, stretching slightly as she stepped away from my head. The shift in her position allowed me a full view of her toned abdomen, the firm lines of her core flexing subtly as she moved. The red lace of her bra clung perfectly to her frame, accentuating every soft curve as she reached over to silence the machine.

Dana, still kneeling in front of me, let out a small hum of approval as she rubbed her hands along my thighs. Her fingers dragged just a little longer than necessary before she finally pulled away, but not before giving my cock a playful, firm squeeze. “Well,” she murmured, tapping my cock lightly, “that’s one successful donation in the books.”

Laura glanced at the display screen, scanning the final readouts before nodding. “Your vitals are steady,” she observed, placing a hand on her hip. “No signs of hypotension, no dizziness…” She smirked slightly. “You handled that very well.”

Dana, however, was still staring at my throbbing cock, her brown curls spilling over her shoulder as she studied my face with a thoughtful expression. She chewed lightly on her bottom lip before exhaling through her nose. “Hmm.”

Laura turned toward her, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

Dana tilted her head slightly, her fingers absentmindedly trailing along my inner thigh. “I don’t know,” she mused, almost to herself. “I feel like there’s still so much tension here.”

My pulse, which had just started to settle, kicked up again. “Yeah… there is still plenty of tension,” I begged, glancing between them.

Dana nodded slowly, shifting forward just enough that her cleavage rubbed against my cock. “Physiologically speaking,” she said, adopting a purely clinical tone, “your body has been through a very stimulating process. And while the donation itself is complete, I can’t help but notice that you’re still holding onto a lot of… energy.”

Laura crossed her arms, cocking her head as she observed me. “Now that you mention it…” Her blue eyes flicked downward, taking in my naked body still stretched out on the recliner, my arms still strapped to the chair—needles in my arms. “He does still look a little… pent-up.”

Dana sighed, her fingers gently caressing my shaft. “See? That’s exactly what I mean.” Her touch was teasing. “For most donors, the blood draw helps relieve built-up tension, but for you… it seems like we may need to take additional measures to help you fully recover.”

I swallowed hard. “And by ‘additional measures,’ you mean…?”

Dana’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Well,” she murmured, “it just so happens that there are other types of donations that could help redistribute all that excess tension.”

Laura’s smirk deepened as she leaned slightly against the counter, watching the exchange with clear amusement. “Oh, I like the sound of that,” she mused. “Wouldn’t want any pent-up energy interfering with his recovery.”

Dana’s hands cupped my balls, as if weighing them. “Exactly,” she purred. “And honestly? I think I might need this one… just for me.”

The whirling of the machine had stopped, but the tension in the room had only grown thicker.

And judging by the way Dana was looking at me—her gaze dark with intent, her fingers still fondling my balls—I had a feeling my session wasn’t over just yet.

Dana’s fingers tapped lightly against my thigh as she glanced at the recliner’s control panel, then back at me. Her smirk hadn’t faded, and there was a teasing glint in her dark eyes as she exhaled slowly, as if she were carefully considering her next move.

“Well,” she said matter-of-factly, “if we’re going to make sure you fully recover, I think a slight adjustment is in order.”

Before I could ask what she meant, the soft hum of the chair’s motor engaged once more, and the recliner slowly shifted back into an upright position. The motion was smooth, but as I sat up straighter, I became acutely aware of Dana in front of me, her heaving chest, still wrapped in her lacy black bra, inches from my face.

Laura, leaning casually against the counter, watched with clear amusement. “I love a nurse who takes initiative,” she said, folding her arms beneath her chest.

Dana grinned, brushing a stray curl from her face before settling her gaze back on me. “Patient comfort is very important,” she said smoothly, then—without hesitation—she moved to straddle the chair, lowering herself effortlessly onto my lap and aligning my hard cock with her slit.

I inhaled sharply as the warmth of her slick vagina enveloped the head of my cock. Slowly, she inched her way down until the base of my cock was snugly between the puffy lips of her labia. Her body was pressed against mine, the soft lace of her black bra firmly against my skin.

“There,” she murmured, tilting her head as she adjusted herself slightly, making sure she was perfectly balanced. “Much better.”

I exhaled slowly, my pulse quickening despite my best efforts. “Is this… part of the recovery process?” I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.

Dana smirked, placing her hands lightly on my chest. “Well,” she murmured, pressing down just enough to feel my breathing beneath her palms, “we did say we needed a more hands-on approach.”

Laura chuckled, shaking her head. “I have to admit,” she mused, “this is not a technique I learned in nursing school.”

Dana flashed her a playful look over her shoulder. “That’s because you never asked for extra credit.”

Her fingers traced lightly along my collarbone before sliding down to rest just over my heart. “Hmm,” she mused, pressing gently. “Still a little elevated.”

I let out a breathy laugh, shaking my head slightly. “Can’t imagine why.”

Dana tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Well, we did say we’d take very good care of you.” Her fingers flexed slightly, as if gauging my response. “And honestly? I think this donation is one I might need… personally.”

Laura let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Well,” she said, watching Dana slowly rock against my cock, grinding her clit into my pubic bone, “I suppose we’ll just have to see how effective this method really is.”

Dana’s smirk deepened. “Oh, trust me,” she groaned, shifting slightly against me, “I always get results.”

I swallowed hard, my body already on the verge of orgasm.

Dana adjusted herself slightly, settling deeper into my lap as her hands pressed firmly against my chest. Her fingers traced over my skin in slow, methodical movements, as if she were still evaluating my vitals—though the heat in her touch made it clear this was anything but standard procedure.

Her hands moved again, gliding from my chest up to my shoulders, steadying herself as her hips rolled against me. She let out a small, satisfied hum, her breath hitching slightly as she picked up her movements, clearly enjoying the method as much as she claimed it was necessary.

I exhaled sharply, my body fighting the urge to orgasm. I wanted to draw out this donation as long as possible. “Is this… working for you?” I mumbled, my voice rougher than I intended.

Dana let out a soft, breathy laugh, her fingers tightening against my collarbone. “Mmm,” she hummed, tilting her head, her dark curls brushing against her shoulders. “I’d say it’s very effective.”

Her movements became pulsing, more instinctual, as if she were losing herself in the rhythm of the process. The way her body reacted—the way her breath caught, the subtle tension in her muscles—made it clear she was getting just as much from this as I was.

Laura let out a dramatic sigh, tapping her clipboard lightly against her palm. “I have to say, I really should have paid more attention in my advanced donation methods class.”

Dana chuckled and moaned, her hands cupping my shoulders as she exhaled a slow, shuddering breath. “Don’t worry,” she whimpered, her voice softer now. “I’ll be sure to document my findings for you.”

Laura smirked. “I’ll be expecting a full case study after this.”

Dana’s breathing had grown uneven, her body reacting instinctively to the process unfolding between us. Her fingers, once steady and clinical, now gripped my shoulders with a needier intensity, her nails pressing just slightly into my skin as if grounding herself. A slow, shuddering exhale escaped her lips, her dark curls falling over her face as she let herself fully absorb the effects of my donation. Her thighs clenched subtly around me, the faintest tremor running through her frame. For a moment, she was utterly still—just a breathless pause before she finally sagged slightly against me, her body visibly unwinding, her tension fully released. When she lifted her head again, her brown eyes were hazy, lips curled into a dazed, thoroughly satisfied smirk. “Mmm… That was exactly what I needed,” she murmured, stretching luxuriously as if savoring every last bit of her treatment.

“Glad I could… contribute,” I managed to mutter as I felt waves of pleasure ripple over my body. Dana’s orgasm was enough to send me over the edge.

A deep, shuddering exhale escaped me as the waves of relief washed through my body. My cock burst inside Dana, spewing thick ropes of cum deep into her womb. My muscles, once tight and rigid, melted into the recliner as warmth spread through me in slow, satisfying pulses. A lingering tingling sensation buzzed through my limbs, as if my entire circulatory system had just undergone the most thorough and intensive treatment imaginable. As my body shuddered through aftershocks, I let out one final, blissful sigh. I barely registered Dana’s soft chuckle or Laura’s approving smirk. All I could focus on was the undeniable sense of completion coursing through my veins, leaving me utterly spent yet profoundly satisfied.

From the side of the room, Laura smirked, crossing her arms. “Took long enough,” she teased, tilting her head. “I thought we were going to have to keep him here all night.”

Dana chuckled softly, shifting her weight slightly as her touch became even more intentional. “Well,” she mused, “the best treatments take time.”

I let my head fall back slightly, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment as I focused entirely on the sensation, the warmth of Dana’s skin against mine, the way my entire body felt like it was slowly unwinding from the inside out.

Dana grinned, dragging her fingertips lightly along my collarbone one last time before finally easing back. “That,” she said smoothly, “was a perfect donation.”

I exhaled slowly, letting the warmth of lingering satisfaction settle in my chest. “Yeah,” I sighed, my voice slightly dazed. “I think that was exactly what I needed.”

Dana smirked, standing up and stretching. “And don’t think you’re leaving just yet,” she added, her brown eyes twinkling. “We still need to monitor you during recovery.” Standing beside me, she began loosening the straps securing my arms. “I think he’ll be okay,” she said.

The moment my arms were freed, I flexed my fingers, feeling the slight tingle of circulation returning. Dana carefully removed the IV lines, her touch deliberate as she pressed gauze over the puncture sites. “Hold this for me,” she instructed, guiding my hand over the bandages.

Laura leaned in slightly, her long blonde ponytail swaying as she tilted her head. “Mmm,” she hummed, her voice warm. “And after all that? I think we owe him a very comfortable cooldown period.”

Dana grinned, resting a hand on her hip. “Wouldn’t want you getting lightheaded again.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Something tells me I won’t be forgetting this donation anytime soon.”

Laura smirked, her fingers brushing against my shoulder one last time. “Good,” she said. “We like to leave a lasting impression. We want to encourage a repeat donation.”

Dana winked, grabbing a cold bottle of water from a nearby tray and pressing it into my palm. “Now drink up,” she said playfully. “We wouldn’t want you getting dehydrated after everything you’ve been through.”

The apheresis machine may have completed its cycle, but the two of them weren’t finished with me yet. And from the way they were looking at me… I had a feeling my recovery period was about to be just as thorough as the rest of the procedure.

K’rra woke lying across her Master’s lap. His legs were spread so she could sit between them with her torso pressed to his side. Her hand instantly went to his chest, tracing the scars crisscrossing it. She opened her mouth to say something, but he pressed a finger to it, silencing her.

“So they captured her?” Kaster said to Kae.

K’rra noticed her legs draped across Kae’s lap and the free woman tracing lines along her calves. There was a moment of wanting to snatch her legs away. They belonged to her Master. She realized that wasn’t quite the reason she’d wanted to remove her legs from the other woman’s touch. K’rra wanted her Master and her Master alone to toy with her. Kaster was there with her. If he said nothing about this other woman touching his slave, then he was gifting K’rra’s body to this other woman, allowing both to take pleasure from caressing her.

“Right,” Kae said. “Just a year into our coven’s hiding. The adults had tried to secure a ship and were killed. It was just the younglings after that. My sister was one of the first captured.”

“And you didn’t see her again?” Kaster asked.

“Oh no, I did. She returned when we were twentyish to hunt me. We crossed Blades once.” Kae shifted her gaze from the calves she was tracing patterns on to K’rra’s face, “Good morning, princess.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” K’rra replies as Kae’s nails scratched a line up the slave’s thigh. K’rra shuddered under the attention.

“Oh! She’s so sensitive,” Kae said, handing K’rra a water skin. “You probably need this more than I do.”

K’rra took the skin and realized just how thirsty she was. In that moment of self-reflection, she also noticed how moist and sticky her thighs and face were. She was still covered and filled with their juices, as well as her own. She took a long drink.

“Go ahead and go fill it.” Kae said, “You may also want to do a quick clean.”

“Yes, ma’am,” K’rra said, struggling from Kaster’s lap. He’d said nothing to rescind Kae’s orders, so K’rra was obliged to obey the free woman. She had so been enjoying snuggling in his embrace. She padded to the kitchenette portion of the common room, still listening to the two speak.

“Like I was saying. There were a dozen of us. The oldest, Jakkab, was barely twenty himself. He tried to train us but never passed the trials himself. It was all very seat of the pants.”

“So, you weren’t properly trained by a Fury Maester,” Kaster said. “You didn’t fight the hunting parties. You hid from them?”

“Right. Jae wanted to fight. She was always onery like that. It got her captured instead. She got the full training and became one of them, a mindless zombie.”

“And when she came back, she was able to find you because of her emotional link?”

“Yup, I could feel it. Like a tether, not just to me, but everyone in the group.”

“And she went after Jakkab first?” Kaster said.

“Straight for the eldest. He tried to duel her, and she killed him. She had help, of course. She was just a Squire; her Maester was with her.”

“If that’s the older guy, I gave him some whatfor.” Kaster said. “They went right after the head, decapitate the leadership, and the rest fall into chaos. Who took care of the rest once he was gone?”

K’rra had finished refilling the waterskin and cleaning herself. She returned to the couch, offering the skin to Kae, then kneeling exposed in front of the two.

“That was me,” Kae replied. “I became the mother and Maester of eleven frightened children. I wasn’t the oldest, but I was the best trained.”

“In combat?” Kaster asked incredulously.

“No… in other skills,” Kae said.

“A natural mentalist. You’d have become an Adjudicator.”

“Ugh!” Kae snapped, “Don’t use those Fury terms with me. With the right training, I would have become an amazing witch.”

“Yeah. And I might have become… I don’t know, what’s another term for Knight?”

“How about… Sentinel?” Kae said.

“Sentinel… I like it. I’m going to use that from now on.”

“It fits you.” Kae leaned over and squeezed his shoulder. K’rra thought it an odd gesture for two naked people. It was something she might expect clothed individuals to do.

Kaster patted Kae’s naked thigh. K’rra didn’t like the familiarity with each other. “Pardon me, Sir. Would you like me to fetch some clothes for you?”

Kae laughed, “It doesn’t matter. I can see through them anyway.”

The horrified look on K’rra’s face made the two Rogue Furys laugh.

“She can’t, really,” Kaster said. “But she can Focus on seeing a person’s self-image, including what they think of themselves naked.”

That didn’t make K’rra feel any better. It was somehow worse knowing that Kae could see K’rra’s naked body and know which details specifically the slave worried about the most. It made her doubly self-conscious, and she nearly closed her legs.

“Don’t worry, little slave. You are gorgeous just the way you are.” Kae said in an all too sweet voice. It didn’t alleviate K’rra’s concerns, but the Furys continued their conversation.

“So, back to your sister, Jae… why would she rob a bank?”

Kae thought for a moment, glancing at K’rra. “She didn’t. I robbed that bank.”

Kaster stiffened and said slowly, “So you’re my quarry.”

K’rra’s heart began racing. Two Furys fighting onboard would be bad. A small enclosed space, vacuum outside, deadly weapons like forks and waterskins all around the cabin, it would be a nightmare. She forgot to breathe while waiting for the situation to resolve.

“I don’t have to be,” Kae said. When Kaster said nothing, she continued, “I’ve already begged to be your Squire. I’ve even offered you the same services your slave would. Train me, and we will be unstoppable bounty hunters.”

“You’d suffer your sister a crime you committed?”

“She’s earned it. She hunted me. Killed my Maester. Killed…” Kae stopped abruptly.

“He was more than just you Maester?”

Tears welled in her eyes, and Kae nodded. “He was my first.”

“A lover?” Kaster asked.

“Yes.”

“Stars…” Kaster whispered.

“When she killed him… I felt everything.”

“He should have known better,” Kaster said.

“We were kids.” Kae choked.

“You’re still a kid.”

“I’m only a few years younger than you. Over twenty.”

“Only by a year. But maturity isn’t a number.”

“Oh, so because you got training, because you shag a middle-aged slave, you’re somehow mature?”

“Because of my training. Yes.” Kaster said.

There was silence for a long moment. Kae broke it, “The offer still stands. I’ll do anything for that training.”

A chime sounded through the ship. Kaster replied, “I’ll think about it. Right now, we’re landing on Sidharra, so if you need anything, now’s the time.”

“What’s on Sidharra?” Kae asked.

“No idea. It's just a supply run.” Kaster said. “K’rra there was something you needed?”

“Yes, Sir. A new jumpsuit. The old one was… ruined. And it wouldn’t hurt to top off the autodoc. Its ever-dwindling supplies seem to be a theme.”

“Alright, maybe we grab a couple of jumpsuits.”

“Thank you, Sir!”

“You coming with or staying on board?” Kaster asked Kae.

“Shopping?” Kae wrinkled her nose, “I’ll stay on board.”

“Fine. We shouldn’t be more than an hour. I’ll land us. If we aren’t back in two hours, send out a search party.”

Kaster went to the cockpit, leaving K’rra alone with Kae. K’rra moved to stand up, and Kae said, “Stop. You weren’t released from your position.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. It's just that we’re going to disembark, and I should be ready for Sir.”

“Getting port authority approval, busting atmo, and landing will take about twenty minutes, even for a good pilot. That leaves us plenty of time for me to enjoy looking at you.” Kae said as her gaze wandered down K’rra’s exposed body.

“Yes, ma’am.”

K’rra wondered about one of the things Kaster had said to Kae. He called her a mentalist. And a terrible warrior. It explained how Kaster had captured her without a weapon. And how she had turned the tables once aboard the ship. How much control did Kae have over Kaster? And on a more mundane level, how aware of K’rra’s thoughts was Kae. Could she read minds? Plant suggestions?

She enjoyed making K’rra uncomfortable, but that was nothing new. Many free people relished the power they had the first time they had control of a slave. Normal, docile people could be monsters even when the veil was removed only a little.

“So? What was it like?” Kae asked slyly.

Just the thought of the mind-melding sex she’d just had with Kaster made K’rra speechless. She wanted to answer and was required to do so by training. But words wouldn’t form. The jumble of emotions and the galactic-shattering climax she had made K’rra forget herself. She broke pose and hugged herself. When she had presence of mind enough to look up at Kae she saw the woman peering down at her with a sated look.

“Ymm,” Kae cooed as a hand drifted to her pussy. “It was that good? I’m getting a contact high without even opening my Focus at all.”

“I… I’m sorry. I can’t describe it, ma’am.”

“That’s okay. Just keep thinking about it. You are so delicious.” Kae said as she rubbed herself. She laughed and spread her legs, “Why am I doing all the work here?”

K’rra understood at once and moved forward placing a hand on each of Kae’s knees. She leaned in and kissed Kae’s pussy.

“No,” Kae said. “Just use your tongue. Along each lip. Yes, like that. Do that a few times, then use it on my nub. Oh, stars, yes. Keep doing that. I love seeing your pretty blue face between my legs, kissing me. Making me feel so good. But don’t forget how he made you feel when he was inside your head. You’ve been mind fucked now, ain’t no going back.”

Kae was breathing heavily as K’rra followed her instructions. Whenever Kaster was mentioned, K’rra felt a flush of heat just thinking of the emotional highs earlier. “Permission to touch myself, ma’am?”

“You can,” Kae said. The grammatic error irritated K’rra for some reason. She knew multiple languages and the grammar rules for each, but this girl couldn’t keep the only one she knew straight. “But like everything else in life, there are rules. You may only rub yourself when thinking of Kaster and what he did last night.”

“Yes, ma’am.” K’rra breathed.

“And you can’t cum without permission.”

“Of course, ma'am.”

“Now start again with my lips. Ymm, yes, like that. Good girl. Yes… now the clit. Oh! Void, what was that?”

“I used the underside of my tongue ma’am.”

“Stars, it's so soft.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok, keep doing… Yes, exactly that. Stars… Seal your mouth on me. Suck. And… the tongue… Void on void. Think about him. Rub yourself. Think about him fucking you. Remember exactly how it felt to be in his mind. Fucking yourself and getting fucked at the same time. Suck, little bitch, suck. Fuck slave girl… you’re going to make me…”

Kae hissed. One of her hands shot into K’rra’s hair, pulling tightly. K’rra didn’t dare lose the seal on Kae’s pussy. She kept sliding the underside of her tongue across the clit, drawing Gythain numbers and thinking about the otherworldly sex when Kaster was inside her head.

K’rra wanted to beg, but she’d been told to keep the seal. Once again, she could feel the shame coming on. As she thought of Kaster and her fingers worked inside her, she could feel a climax building. The scent of Kae, sweet and musky, made her think even more of Kaster, which made her rub herself all the more. She was caught in a loop. The more she breathed Kae’s scent, the more she thought of Kaster’s mind fuck, and the closer she got to cumming.

All she could do was whine to beg for release, but Kae was bucking her hips up into K’rra’s face, unaware the slave needed anything.

I am such a filthy slut, K’rra thought as she broke across the orgasm. Once again, Kae had violated K’rra’s training, breaking and reducing the slave far more than any other person had done. Even with all their shouting and beating, the people at the clinic had come nowhere near this close to making K’rra feel like a failed slave. As the orgasm hit her, she knew she was a failure and needed to do better to please her Master and her new Mistress.

Gliding on her fingers, K’rra broke the seal she’d been commanded to maintain and howled out a savage love song to the woman who owned her equally with her Sir.

First:

Rogue Fury – Part 1

The second mistake was about a year later.

I have been denied orgasms without permission since day one, and I have been locked in chastity at all times except for torture and rewards.

In the beginning I was still allowed out quite frequently. As a reward for being a good, obedient toy, or just for her amusement. I was even allowed the warmth and pleasure of her pussy on a rare occasion. The chance to enter her and feel her body enveloping my dick being the ultimate reward.

Usually she would take the opportunity to strap me down and edge me. She would indulge me as long as I wanted, but not because she was feeling gracious.

While the reward was her initial reasoning, she always managed to turn it into something evil. What started as the immense pleasure of her touch would soon turn into torture untill I begged for her to lock me back up. She loved to keep going over and over untill I was screaming and crying and wanted nothing more than to feel the embrace of my tiny, cold prison.

She loved taking rewards and making even those as sadistic as she could. But since it was all I would get, I accepted them gladly. Not that I had a choice.

//////

I was allowed to cum inside her only once so far. After months of denial she decided it was time for another reward-torture combination.

Not that she briefed me on this of course.

She had opened the door to my cell where I already sat on my knees, eagerly awaiting her. My head bowed down, legs spread. My cage dangling a mere inch above the ground. My knees aching from the hours I had been there.

I was wearing nothing but my collar and my cage, the only comfort I was allowed being the blanket on my bed, and I would only get it if I was good. In the other corner of the cell was a dog cage for if I wasn't.

“Good morning pet” she said in a mesmerizingly seductive voice. God, her words alone could make me melt at this point, the last touch of her skin on my dick being nothing more than a distant haze in my mind.

“Today is the day!” She giggled.

I tried not to react in any way, as I was highly aware I wasn’t allowed to speak unless spoken to.

“Are you not curious what day it is pet?” She asked oh so devilishly.

Her thighs were being hugged by black thigh highs, just tight enough for her skin to be indented, a sight she knew I would die for.

“Yes Mistress, incredibly so.” I answered.

She stepped into the cell and towered over me, her bare pussy hovering a foot or two away from my face as she spread her legs ever so slightly. She pushed out her hips ever so slightly with one hand on the side of her black underburst corset.

She loved standing like this, her silhouette casting a menacing shadow and her tantalizing pussy keeping my brain useless. She would usually cover her breasts, but today they were on full display.

“Oh I am so glad to hear that!. Today is the day you get rewarded for your good behaviour!”

She sounded so kind.

Too kind.

“In fact, today is the day I will let you choose your own reward!” She giggled.

My face flooded with terror. Was this a trap?

“Well, I will give you a few options” she said. “Does that sound good to you pet?”

“Yes Mistress, of course...” I answered hesitantly, scared of what the catch was going to be.

“I am going to unlock you pet, and if you want to you even get to cum! Isn’t that just so incredibly kind of me?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you!!” I blurted out as my hips started slowly thrusting into the air involuntarily. She was going somewhere with this, she had to be, but my horny mind was immediately taking over, being reduced to nothing but a puddle by the endless denial and the display of her gorgeous body.

“would you like to.... Hump my thighs?” She asked, knowing how much her big, squishy thighs turned me on.

“Or would you like to... Be tied down while I give you a handjob?” She asked, well aware how much being restrained would make me explode.

“Or would you like to... Hmm, what else could I give you...” She said, pretending to think about another reward.

“Oh! I know!”

She squatted down in front of me and grabbed me by my hair. She forced her gaze on to my eyes and lingered. Her lips moved slowly, her voice not much more than a whisper.

“Or would you like to fuck me...”

My eyes widened with surprise and excitement as I let out a little moan. While being allowed inside her happened occasionally, it was incredibly rare, and she would never let me cum.

“Ohh don’t you worry little pet, this is not a trick question!” She giggled, her voice playful again.

“So I will ask you once more. Would you like to fuck me, bareback, and finish inside of me, coating my warm, dripping pussy with your hot seed?”

I was shocked.

The thought alone was making my body shiver as I tried to stammer out an answer.

“Y-y-yes M-m-mistress!! Please can I fuck you Mistress!!”

Precum was already dripping from my cage.

“Very well, time for your reward pet!” She said while standing up. “Follow me!”

I could not believe my luck. I had hoped for some kind of release but this was beyond all of my expectations. And it all went so quickly and easily.

She took my leash and led me into the bedroom, the view of her ass and the promise of release making my dick strain in the tiny cage.

Wait. The bedroom?

I had not been allowed in here in forever, let alone for something as intimate as sex.

She beckoned me on the bed and I climbed on, confused. I took my standard serving position with my arms crossed behind my back and my head down, waiting for the restraints she would put on me.

But they didn’t come.

She climbed on the bed with me and sat in front of me. After unlocking the cage she gently took my arms and put them beside me.

“At ease pet. Look at me.” She said calmly, lovingly.

I looked into her big, beautiful eyes with amazement.

She slowly moved her lips towards mine as she ever so gently placed the softest of kisses on my lips. My dick shot up like a rocket as the rest of my body slumped into her grasp.

I hadn’t experienced this type of intimacy in ages.

“Your reward today is sex, puppy. I do expect you to do your part in that alright?” She asked me, a slight hint of mocking in her voice.

“Y-y-yes Mistress...” I answered, almost unsure of what to do.

After hesitating for a few moments I leaned back into her and boldly went for a kiss of my own. Something that would normally get me scolded and punished like there was no tomorrow.

My body tensed up with anticipation of any type of punishment.

But there was nothing.

She gently grabbed my neck and laid me down on my back, not breaking away from our tender embrace. Her other hand moved down my body slowly, pausing here and there to ever so calmly caress my skin.

She sat up straight and climbed on top of me, placing her beautiful ass on my thighs. Her soft skin enveloping my legs and shooting fireworks in my brain.

I could not take my eyes off of her. The incredibly cruel demeanor or my Mistress now almost completely melted away while making place for this angel of tenderness.

She locked her eyes onto mine and started slowly stroking my dick.

The feeling of her ass and thighs and the sight of her beautiful lingerie was too much, and I started moaning and writhing immediately.

“Oh my sweet boy, you are not going to last long, are you?” She asked with pity in her voice.

“No Mistress...” I answered sadly.

“That's ok sweetie, this is your reward. Don’t worry about me and just take it all in ok? My pleasure will come later...”

An ever so slight grin flashed her face, but I didn't notice, too caught up in the pleasure.

After stroking for mere minutes my dick was leaking with excitement.

She leaned over ever so slightly as her hips rose from my legs.

Not breaking eye contact she slowly guided the tip of my erection towards her dripping wet pussy.

“I am going to fuck you now puppy” she said slowly as she gently guided it in.

“OOHHHHHH....” I moaned, the warmth enveloping me being almost unbearable.

She slowly grinded her hips back and forth as she leaned in more, her face now only inches away from mine.

“Come on puppy, time to do your part now.” she demanded softly.

I obliged immediately and slowly started moving my hips. My hands found her body and slowly guided her up and down, my cock sliding in and out, feeling every inch of her pleasurable body.

I was allowed to feel her like this before, but only on exceedingly rare occasions. And always strapped down and tortured, but nothing like this.

The excitement and intimacy was too much for me to handle as I felt my orgasm building.

“I don’t think I can last much longer Mistress...” I moaned softly, trying to keep the pleasure at bay untill I was allowed to cum.

“That’s ok puppy, I want you to cum for me soon” she said, the love slowly disappearing from her face. “But not before I make something exceptionally clear to you.”

Fuck, I should have seen this coming.

She looked me in my eyes as she was now controlling the tempo.

“I want you to remember this pet.” She said, a recognizable sternness returning now.

“Because there is only one reason why I am allowing you this pleasure.”

Her hand closed around my throat.

“I am giving you this pleasure because I want you to know what it feels like puppy.”

She started slowly moaning as she slowly grinded her hips against mine, feeling my pulsating cock inside of her.

“I want you to be so painfully aware of what you are missing every SINGLE day.”

Her other hand found her breasts and started playfully teasing them.

“I want you to cum deep inside me, to feel the ultimate pleasure, knowing that this will be the one and only time, knowing that you will never cum in me or another girl EVER again!” She groaned.

I moaned with excitement as my dick was rock-hard inside of her. Of course she would give all of this a devilish turn, and even though I wanted nothing more than for this to go on forever, my body loved every second of it.

I should be happy to be allowed to cum at all, and I was not going to start complaining now. It would not make a difference anyways, and I secretly loved how cruel she was to me.

“Think of all this intimacy and pleasure pet. Think of everything you COULD have, and realise that I am taking all of it away, for no other reason than my own pleasure...”

Streams of excitement were dripping out of her and onto me. Streaming down my legs and coating the bed with sticky pleasure. Denying me always turned her on so incredibly much, and she had found yet another way to do it.

She leaned over as she pressed her forehead against mine, her hand now wrapped around the back of my neck.

“It is time pet. Time to give it all up.” she said.

“Yes Mistress, whatever you want! Thank you for allowing to feel you Mistress, and thank you for taking it all away!!” I moaned, looking deeply into her eyes. As I wrapped an arm around her waist and embraced her.

“Hmmm good puppy, CUM FOR ME PET!!” she groaned as she firmly pushed her forehead against mine, gazing deep into my soul as she left me no place to escape. She lifted herself slightly and left me only one thing to do.

I grabbed her hips and in one swift motion I buried my dick deep inside of her.

A single stroke was all it took as my cock erupted like a volcano. The thought of only being allowed this pleasure once send wave after wave through my body. The pleasure shot from my erection and flooded her insides.

I could feel the walls of her pussy grab my cock as she reached her own climax, her convulsions milking my cock dry. Loads of cum shooting out of her pussy with every new one entering her. Months of buildup finally being allowed out and not holding back.

Though short, it was the most explosive and best feeling orgasm of my life.

Her own climax was limited, my dick not amounting to much pleasure at all for her in those short few minutes, but the power and meaning of my words and actions were enough to send her mind over the edge either way, even if just for a short moment.

Her orgasm in this moment was not her goal and I was sure she would milk the pleasure of what this all meant for years to come.

We moaned and writhed for a little while longer, never breaking eye contact. Burning this intimate moment into my brain for all eternity, exactly as she wanted.

The whole ordeal lasted nothing more than a few minutes and was incredibly humiliating, but I was in heaven, and she made sure I was never going to forget it.

//////

After that one time, I was not allowed to ever again feel the pleasure of an orgasm brought forth by her pussy. No matter how obedient I was, no matter how badly I wanted to.

Despite that, the frequency of being allowed inside of her went up quite a bit. It was still not frequently at all, and when it happened I was back to being fully restrained, the warmth and love of that night nowhere to be seen except in her teasing.

The experience of being allowed to feel it once was working me up so much more than never knowing it in the first place and she knew it. The extreme denial making her wet like never before as he would cum on my dick over and over again. Always reminding me of what I could never have again.

The edging of her pussy now being the highest reward I could feel.

I had considered disobeying and stealing an orgasm on occasion, of course, but she trained me better than that. I could only imagine the horrible punishment that would follow such a transgression.

Unfortunately, it was not left to the imagination.

//////

I still hadn’t disobeyed her ever since the giant tattoo had filled out my entire back and I could see that it was beginning to annoy her slightly.

I was still being punished and used either way of course, but there was something about the righteousness of an extreme punishment that she seemed to be missing. It just wasn't as much fun for her if it wasn't at least partly my fault. And deep down I agreed.

On this day she seemed adamant to make me fuck up.

I was allowed an edging reward for all of my good behaviour. But as per usual it was never as simple as that.

She led me to the dungeon on all fours by my leash my view of her obscured by her usual cover-up, a big, flowy, beige trench coat with a tiny waist.

I was strapped down to the big, red-cushioned table, my usual torture spot. My arms and legs all tied to the far corners of the table, my collar locked down and leaving me no room to move.

She placed straps over my waist and thighs, completely locking down my hips to make sure I couldn't resist, not even an inch.

After I was secured in place she slowly dropped the coat and revealed what was underneath.

She liked to keep me in suspense untill I could no longer move, the possibility of a wandering hand taken away from me.

My eyes followed the coat as it dropped to the floor, and they slowly crept back up her body, taking it all in.

Black, leather, thigh high boots hugged her calves and went all the way past her knees where they were met with fishnet stockings suspended from a small, black garter belt. Covering her pussy was nothing but air, and her juices were already slowly starting to drip down her legs.

Her breasts were covered by an armless, black, leather top consisting of two halves, kept together by a long piece of ribbon weaving back and forth not unlike the closure of a corset. The tension of the top pulled her cleavage into the most gorgeous display of femininity.

Hanging from her neck was the key to my chastity cage, as it always was, ever teasing me by being so close but yet so far.

She slowly climbed on the table and moved one leg over me to my other side.

Without a word she sat on my face and allowed me to eat her out while she grinded against my tongue, her warm pussy being my favourite taste in the world.

She would barely come up to allow me air to breathe. Just the way I liked it.

Over the next hour she reduced me to a limp, drooling, puddle of a pet. Not much words were spoken besides some commands and slight praises, these sessions of ours being so familiar to us that they hardly needed words.

She came up for me to breathe and before she could slam down again I started begging. “Please Mistress, please suffocate me. Please edge me. Please destroy me!” I begged, my horny brain completely taking over as my dick strained in it's cage.

She let out a cruel laugh.

“Very well pet, you have been so incredibly good that I will allow you the ultimate reward. Would you like to be edged relentlessly by my pussy?”

She didn't wait for an answer as her ass slammed down on my face once more, leaving me no room for escape.

I was in heaven. Her pussy tasted incredible, my senses being heightened by the lack of oxygen. I struggled against the straps but it didn't matter, my helplessness alone almost bringing me over the edge.

She slowly took the key from her neck and unlocked my cage, my erection pushing it off as soon as it was free

She moved over and turned around to face me. Without hesitation or warning she slammed her pussy down onto my dick.

I screamed in pleasure but a hand quickly covered my mouth and nose to silence me.

She slammed her ass down over and over while she took away the very air I needed to breathe. Bringing me to the edge and lifting her pussy up as soon as I got there, leaving me whimpering as she came inches away from my dick, showering me with her juices.

She was using me as her own personal dildo and there was nothing I could do about it. This was the best reward I would ever get, and I learned to love the torturous teasing more than anything in the world.

She used my dick to climax over and over, her libido knowing no end, as her torture would continue for hours.

It seemed she was not interested in my pleading today, not even giving me the chance to beg. Not for release, nor for the comfort of my chastity cage that would make this torture end.

She was determined to make me fuck up, and it seemed like nothing else would set me free.

I woke up with an enormous sting on my face.

I had barely come back to consciousness as Mistress her hand came down again. It met my cheek as she yelled at me.

“What the FUCK do you think you are doing you whore??” she screamed at me, white with anger. I was confused and unsure of what was happening.

Another slap hit my face.

I looked down at my dick, now free from her pussy, and to my great horror a thick load covered the entire shaft and base.

I had cum, and I had missed it.

I hadn't even felt it, passing out before it happened.

Did I really cum??

I panicked.

I didn't know, but it didn't matter.

She got out her favourite cattle prod and put it straight against the tip of my throbbing cock.

ZAP it went, and my entire body strained against the straps in a futile effort to break free.

I started apologizing profusely, but Mistress had her mind made up.

ZAP,ZAP,ZAP.

I started sobbing as I begged for forgiveness.

"FORGIVENESS??” She yelled.

ZAP

“MY INSTRUCTIONS WERE CLEAR, PET”

ZAP

“THE EDGING WAS YOUR REWARD BITCH, HOW DARE YOU CUM?”

ZAP

“HOW DARE YOU JUST TAKE AN ORGASM LIKE THAT??”

ZAP

“and MOST of all, HOW the FUCK do you dare to CUM INSIDE OF ME!!!???”

ZAP

ZAP

ZAP, ZAP, ZAP.

I was screaming at this point, no longer able to form coherent sentences. “PLEASE MISTRESS I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU I AM SO SORRY” I managed to get out, barely.

ZAP

“I can't be bothered to keep holding this stupid prod.” she sighed, calming down.

“And it looks like I will NEED IT” she yelled, another wave of rage coming over her.

ZAP

ZAP

ZAP

She walked away and left me crying on the table for what felt like hours.

When she came back she was calm and resolute.

“This is what is going to happen pet.” she told me while she grabbed my face, forcing me to meet her eyes.

She was naked now, no more teasing lingerie.

She held up a new, tiny chastity cage.

“This is an electric cage. It will press two contact points straight into your pathetic dick at all times”.

She pulled out a remote.

“This is a remote.”

I saw where this was going.

“Anytime you missbehave, or anytime I feel like it, I will shock you directly. This cage has a 100 intensities. But it might as well just have the 1, because I will never lower it.” she said calmly.

Tears were swelling up in my eyes as I begged her to put it on and forgive me.

“Shut. UP.” accompanied a harsh slap to my face.

“This is only one half of your punishment. The other half is yours to come up with. And if it is not the cruellest thing I have ever heard, I will sell you to the highest, male bidder and forget all about you.”

Terror washed over my face. Deep down I liked to be abused against my will, but my place was here, with Mistress.

As she put on the tiny titanium cage, my mind scrambled to find an idea as quickly as possible. I looked down at the cage and could not see a locking mechanism.

“How does it open Mistress?” I asked sheepishly.

“It doesn't." rang her cold, harsh words.

“Not without my express permission. It needs a contactless key which I have embedded in the piercing in my tongue."

I shivered as I couldn't remember the last time her tongue was near my dick. An idea popped into my head and the words were out of my mouth before I could think properly, eager to make amends.

“Please make it permanent Mistress” I said, horrified at my own words.

I immediately regretted them, but it was too late.

“Elaborate, pet, and make it good.” she said, a smile returning to her face.

It seemed I had no choice. It was either this or never seeing her again.

“I offer you my dick Mistress. To start to make up for cumming without permission and selfishly taking what I was never allowed again, I will never cum in any way ever again. I give up my orgasms and the pleasure of even being edged by you, or anything else forever. Please make it permanent and irreversible. Please weld it shut...”

She could of course do this at any point. She had complete control over me after all. But for me to offer it up to her seemed to be exactly what she needed to hear. Her hand moved down towards her pussy as she closed her eyes.

“Keep talking pet. “ she moaned softly as she slowly started to rub her clit.

“I want you to weld my cage shut Mistress. Make it a permanent reminder of my transgression.”

She leaned forward and brought her head closer to mine, taking in all the words.

“A permanent reminder to you of what I gave up for you whenever you use me. Knowing it was completely my own fault, my own mistake!”

She was moaning loudly now, her eyes rolling back into her skull.

“Make me regret it so badly that I will be in eternal misery for you Mistress!!” I yelled, trying everything in her power for her to forgive me.

This was exactly what she was looking for. That familiar high she had only felt a few times before now returning to her as it brought pleasure to her entire body.

“After all of that you want me to HELP YOU PET?” She screamed as her fingers moved faster.

“Very well, so it shall be pet, I will help you. I will give you the inability to ever disobey me by cumming EVER again”

A foot met my face as she leaned back and started furiously fingering herself, all the pent up rage and frustration at my obedience finally coming out in the form of orgasm after orgasm.

“That was the LAST orgasm of your life pet, and it is ALL your fault!”

Another orgasm ripped through her body as she arched her back and screamed.

“Was it at least a good one puppy?” She managed to get out inbetween the pleasure.

“No Mistress, I didn't even feel it, I was passed out before it happened!!” I sobbed.

My words being all she needed to climax now, her body spasmed again and again with pure excitement.

“Ohhhh that is even betterrrrr!!!” She screamed almost incoherently now.

I could do nothing but watch as my Mistress was in ecstacy.

“I bet this is what you always secretly wanted you dirty fucking slut!?”

It was, and she knew it. But it was nothing more than a fantasy, I really did not want to actually say goodbye to my dick forever.

“No Mistress, but I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you!!” I cried.

“Don't LIE to me SLUT. BEG me to lock you forever because you WANT me to pet, do NOT make this MY FAULT.” she demanded.

I had no choice, and it would not make any difference except sending my Mistress to new extreme heights of pleasure, so I obliged.

“I am sorry Mistress!” I started. “Please give me the pleasure of being locked away forever! Please deny me any type of stimulation for no other reason than the fact that I need it!!”

“MORE, PET” she demanded as she positioned herself straight over my face now.

“Please Mistress I want to give up my pleasure forever, I need it! I need to make the ultimate sacrifice to give you every last bit of pleasure that my pathetic body possibly can!!” I screamed.

“YEEEESSSSS GOOD PET!!” She screamed in pleasure as one last wave of pure ecstacy came over her.

Her entire body tensed up as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her and cum started flooding out of her throbbing pussy, straight on to my face.

She grabbed my hair and shoved her pussy against my mouth just in time for the next floodwave of cum to shoot straight down my throat and fill up my stomach.

The sheer force of her orgasm was enough to push all of her juices straight into my unwilling body and no amount of struggling could stop it.

I gagged and gasped but it didn’t matter.

After what felt like hours without air she finally collapsed and gave me room to breath.

For a few minutes it was almost silent. Nothing but her heavy breathing and the last of my gagging and soft crying filled the room.

Mistress was enjoying every last second and I dared not interrupt.

When she landed back on earth she slowly sat up and brushed the hair out of her face as she looked at me.

“Yes, I think that will do nicely pet.” was all she said before getting off the table.

She wasted no time and immediately walked over to the cabinet.

Fuck, I wasn’t even going to be untied first.

I had already touched my dick for the last time. I had had my last erection. My last freedom.

My last orgasm.

She came back with the welder as she crawled back on top of me, still naked and dripping with sweat, cum, and some of my tears.

She grabbed my head as her eyes met mine.

“This is what I needed today pet, thank you” accompanied one last, gentle kiss before she let go of my face and turned around.

The welder switched on and I tried the tightness of my bonds one final time before giving in and slumping onto the table.

I cried softly as my dick throbbed in the tiny cage.

I was robbed of the view by the back my Mistress as I only felt the tiniest bit of pressure around my cage.

Sparks went flying out from behind her as the smell of metal filled the air.

Without a single hesitation she welded the cage shut and gave it a good tug to test the bond.

Pleased with the result, she hopped off the table and strutted out of the room without a glance back.

The swaying of her hips were the last thing I saw before she turned off the lights.

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I haven't cum or felt the warm embrace of my Mistress around my dick since, and I never will again. Never able to feel the pleasure of her hands, her mouth, or her pussy on my dick, not even for edging. Not even for punishment. Never even able to feel my dick at all. And there was nothing either of us could do about it, she had made sure of that.

Not that I think she would want to. But knowing that even if she did, there would be absolutely no way made it so much more real.

I regret this decision every single day. My horny mind sealing away my pleasure untill the end of time. Mistress only has to touch my tiny cage to remind me, and usually an instant wave of terror, horniness, and neediness makes my entire body convulse. There hasn’t been a day since she welded it shut that it doesn’t make me cry in desperation and leak with excitement.

I didn’t think I could regret anything more, but that might very well change today as I crawled into the operating room.

15 minutes have passed by, and my pussy is still throbbing, needy for your touch. I heard you walk into the room 5 minutes ago but you completely ignored me, yet the thought of you only proceeded to make me wetter and needier. The light breeze from the open window keeps tickling my pussy gently, constantly keeping me wet. I start craving your dick even more, trying to rub my thighs together but you tied them apart. You know me too well and that turns me on even more.

I moan while the breeze makes me aware of puddle of wetness underneath me once again as I hear you enter into the room with soft, calculated steps. You stand in front of me, motionless, now making me insane in anticipation. I'm about to whimper, to beg you for something but I flinch on feeling a cold fluid on my right nipple. It instantly runs down to my tummy, making me realise that probably was ice melting right above me. I feel a few more drops at the same spot before you suddenly change your hand's position to the other nipple, making me whimper and flinch again. You place the ice on my thigh and hold my legs in place, torturously letting it melt at the same spot, as you bend closer to my ear and whisper, "Remember the ice you put on my neck? Here's your punishment, mutt."

Your words make me whimper as I tremble, hoping the ice would melt quickly even though every moment feels like an eternity.

Just as I thought this would take my arousal away, I feel a sharp pinch on my nipples, getting sharper by every second, making me moan loudly. They were surely the cloth clips you once told me you'd use as clamps. I feel a sudden wave of wetness trail down from my pussy to my ass in a few seconds, causing a blush of redness dampen my cheeks on knowing you can see it. You chuckle on seeing the damp sheets and call me 'a thirsty, needy bitch'.

I feel your feet on each side of my hip and your hand grab a handful of my hair, pulling them down and making me look up. I pull my tongue out and feel you spit in my mouth, putting your dick deep down my throat the next second. You keep me in place and continue thrusting until you cum into my mouth, making me swallow half of your load while the rest of it stays in my mouth and drips down my tongue to my neck, boobs and thighs. I hear the camera shutter click and blush.

You lick my boob around my nipple and trail your hands down my naval to my pussy, suddenly spreading your fingers, not allowing me your touch. I squirm to feel your touch more but you withdraw your hands, making me beg through the gag. You take the gag off and I start spouting pointless pleas yet again, asking you to please touch me.

You ignore them and cut me off, "should you be sorry?"

I nod quickly, "yes, yes I'm very very sorry, daddy. Please please touch me."

You tut and state "wrong answer", and put the gag back on, making me continue begging and pulling against the ties as I hear you walk away again.

I keep calling out for you every few minutes, apologising the best I can through the gag, feeling my drool drip down constantly as my wetness doesn't stop due to the clamps.

You come after what seems like a few hours, a lifetime, in fact. You walk in and softly blow air at my nipples while tapping on the clips, making me shiver and whimper. You whisper in my ear, "Do you know you're still very wet?" You proceed to chuckle, "well, of course you do, you poor, needy brat." You take my blindfolds off, "Do you wanna grind?" I nod excitedly and you sit in between my legs, putting your thigh forward. "Go ahead." I try to push my thighs forward, touch your knee, at least, to desperately rub off somewhere, to something, but end up unable to reach by a few centimetres. I look up at you and see you watch me amused.

"Fuck, how desperate are you? You don't have any self respect, do you? Do you want to be used to that bad?"

I nod, hoping you'll reward me a touch now but you bend down and kiss my inner thighs, slowly licking your way up, almost reaching my pussy but blow gentle air at it. I tremble and whimper, my eyes filling up as I start begging yet again.

You give me an arrogantly quizzical look, "What? I thought you liked teasing."

I give a frustrated sigh and try to pull against the restraints again.

You stand up again and take the gag off this time, "Should you be sorry?"

I nod and you give me a disappointed look again. You grab my hair and fuck my face once more until you fill my mouth with your load and let it drip. You sit back down and rub my clit finally, but torturously slowly.

I grind my pussy against your finger and you pin my hips down. You start increasing the pace as you take the clips off and suck on my nipples, earning a huge whimper from me. You feel my muscles tighten and withdraw again, making me edge. I throw my head back, tears streaming down while I can't think anything further. You kiss my neck and pull on my nipples tightly, making another thread of wetness trail down my pussy. You ask me again, "should you be sorry, my dumb mutt?"

I shake my head slowly, "I'll be whatever you want me to be, master. I can't think."

You smile and kiss my lips, "Good girl."

You lift my hips and place yourself under me, slowly letting yourself in me. "You are what I want you to be, don't forget that. You listen to what I say. You think what I ask you to. You touch when I ask you to. You do what I ask you to. You are mine."

I whimper and nod.

You kiss my forehead, "Now ride me all you want. You can cum if you want to."

Look, I know you like to be in control. It’s your favorite feeling, that’s very clear. But that look on your face, the singular look when you let go- when you lose control for just a moment- it sends a jolt deep inside me and I feel my sly smile creep over whatever game we were playing. It makes me want to tousle your hair and playfully take the reins from your hands. Easily and lovingly. Knowingly. It makes me want to press you down onto the bed and start to tease you, holding your wrists, skimming the strands of my long locks across your skin while you protest, but not too seriously. I maneuver easily from doe-eyed slave to your confidant, one who knows you all too well. One who pours you a drink and gives you a well-earned night off. A night full of bespoke pleasures and release. 

Release, my love.

I bind your wrists to the bed frame and work you up so you’re nice and hard. But not because you’re my submissive. It’s because I know how to tame my beast every now and again. And when I work my mouth around your cock it’s because we both know how much your beautiful dick brings me joy. I don’t edge you to show you my power, but because I love to see you hard, and the moment needs to be just a little longer. And when I straddle you between my legs and ride you it’s because my body needs your cock and needs it now. 

And you, my Dom, my keeper of my orgasm, you know that’s what I’m after. So I ride you urgently, desperately. I lean down to kiss you and put my nipples in your mouth because I need more of me in you, fiendishly. Thank you, Sir, for letting me use you so.

And when I’m cumming in some gripped seizure around you, my juices flowing in one big mess that I just can’t help, I feel so free. Free because you put down the riding crop, just for a moment, and witness what I am when I run without fences.  

So when your wrists are unbound and you’re holding me in the crook of your arm, stroking my hair and kissing the light sweat from my forehead, we’re both suspended in a moment with no reins. 

In another, I’ll assume my position at the foot of your bed to say my nightly prayers to you. I’ll thank you profusely for the corrections you know I need for this transgression. I’ll warm your cock through the night only for you to leave me in my corner in the morning so you can fuck your wife. And I’ll do so with full gratitude and devotion, my love.

And it’s then that we both really know what it means to tame a wild horse. 

I gently pushed Iris away a little and put the collar around her neck, pulling it taut and locking it with the clasp in the back. Then, I grabbed the collar with one hand and used it to pull her lips to mine for a first kiss. Through her tears, Iris smiled at me and kissed me with delicate eagerness. The pleasure of her proximity and kiss cursing through me, I pushed her away again.

“Now, can we still taste the meringue?”

Iris laughed and wrapped herself around my neck again, her stress dissipating. I started to stand up while holding her; Dragon jumped on the floor, offended by the rude disturbance. I put Iris down in the middle of the room and kissed her again before stepping back.

“Normally, I would have a lot of discussion with you and have you fill out a sub list with likes and dislikes, but as you have given yourself to me unconditionally, I’m not going to do that for now. You have the right to ask questions or make remarks, if it is done politely. Is that clear?”

“Yes… can I call you Sir, or would you prefer another honorific?”

I smiled: “Sir works just fine.”

“Then, yes Sir. None of the normal things you could do to me and most of the ‘abnormal’ things you could do will hurt me. And I will be able to cope with them, if you want them. Feel free to ask about experience or desires, or likes and dislikes as we go along.” She rolled her eyes at herself: “I will gladly provide you with the things I dislike so you can use them in a corrective manner when needed.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I appreciate a willing victim. Oh, and that eye-rolling is already going to earn you some corrective measures, even though I don’t think it was directed specifically at me…” Iris lowered her head but couldn’t hide a smile. “Sir? I’m still a bit uncertain about this for various reasons, but do you think it’s okay for me to feel happy about what’s happening?”

I approached her and cradled her head in my hands. “Is one of the reasons Frank, and what you think he would have thought about this?” She nodded, and a fresh tear rolled down her cheek. “It’s okay to feel sad about it, Iris; that will remain, I’m sure. I’m not going to replace him or push his memory aside. I will give you my collar in due time, but this one,” I wrapped my hand around the red collar again, “is staying with us and will be used with respect as well.” I leaned in and kissed her softly, then with more passion as I felt her respond to my kiss. She opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to explore my lips and mouth.

I wanted to have her and needed to make it clear that I would own her going forward. Ending our kiss, I turned her around. I loosened the scarf she was wearing, took it off, and then unzipped her dress. I heard Iris suck in a breath sharply at the sudden change of pace, but I didn’t relent. Dropping the dress from her shoulders, I nudged it past her breasts and made her step out of it. Out of her own accord, she stepped out of her shoes, being the good victim I had asked for. I turned her around again, and looked at her body.

Iris stood tall and proud, legs spread slightly, her breasts pushed out to me. Her underwear was dark blue, nicely coordinated with the scarf and the shoes. This was a sexy, experienced woman who didn’t do much without premeditation. She looked into my eyes, inviting me to go further and claim her completely.

 “Take the rest off, Iris”

She complied instantly, unclasping her bra and sliding it off her arms, then sliding down her panties and stepping out of them, all without breaking eye contact. Her breasts showed her age and sagged a little, but the size of them (a small D, I guessed), and the large pink aureola and obviously aroused nipples made my mouth water. Not breaking eye contact either, I reached between her legs, and felt her pussy. She had a very neat innie, not showing much and incredibly smooth to the touch.

“You just waxed it? How do you get it so smooth?”

She smiled widely: “Electrolysis, Sir. I hoped you would have your hands on me tonight. I have been preparing for this for a while. Sorry, Sir.”

“I’m not sorry at all. You’re a clever woman, if you use that to my advantage, who am I to complain? Now take my clothes off, it’s time you see who you are giving yourself to as well.”

Her smile deepened. She hesitated but then stepped closer to me, kissed me cautiously on the lips, unbuttoned my shirt, and opened my belt and pants. She needed no help with the belt, and was quick about it as if she wanted to get to my body as quickly as possible. The shirt was taken off my shoulders, and when my pants fell down she kneeled at my feet, took off my shoes and socks, and then pulled the pants off my feet. Lastly, she looked up at me and grasped the elastic of my underwear, then waited until I nodded to pull them down. I was as hard as I ever was already, and my cock proudly sprang from my briefs as she pulled them down.

She reverently took my balls in one hand and, while softly caressing them, looked up at me again with questioning eyes. When I nodded again, she used her tongue to lick my balls and gently suck them into her mouth. When I moved a bit out of discomfort – my balls are very sensitive to pressure – she immediately adjusted and made me feel perfectly safe without ever having to say anything.

I looked down at her: “Show me what you can do with your mouth on my cock, Professor Lockwood.” She grinned widely and sat up straighter on her knees. “We full professors are very … experienced with our mouths, Sir. Let me show you.” She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock into it, sucking the tip and using her tongue on it until I squirmed at how strong it felt. Then, looking up into my eyes briefly, she opened her mouth even wider and slid down until I was entirely in her mouth and throat. I felt her tongue reach out and lick the base of my cock and my balls. An involuntary gasp escaped me, and my hands grasped her head to keep her there. She didn’t fight that but relaxed in my grip and into my body, her tongue continuously caressing me. When I let go of her head, she slowly slid to the top of my cock, breathed but never let go of me, then slid back down. I had died and gone to heaven.

Finally, she slid off my cock and smiled crookedly up at me: “I practiced with bananas to make sure I could still do it, Sir. I told you I was prepared.”

“If you were any more prepared, I would have spontaneously cum in your throat in about ten seconds.”

“If that is what you want, you can do that, Sir. I was hoping you would also want to sample the rest of me. I really did come prepared.”

I pulled her up from the floor, and turned her around. Stepping into her, my cock naturally nestled itself between her legs, and my hands reached around her. One playing with her breasts, the other grabbing her throat and pulling her close to me like that. She was much taller than most other women I had been with, and I could feel that my cockhead was at the entrance to her pussy. I just had to squat a little to find the right spot and: “Aaaaaaah”. We both made the same contented sound as my cock slid into her pussy from behind. I couldn’t believe how good she felt and how well she fit my cock. Then she began to use the muscles in her vagina. I felt an almost rolling sensation of being kneaded along the length of my cock, and I pinched her nipple, and clamped down on her throat, cutting off her breath out of sheer surprise. She grew even tighter around me and I pulled out of her, then plunged all the way in. Increasing the intensity as I allowed her to breath a little, I kept a firm grasp of her nipple. Her breathing got very heavy very quickly and through gritted teeth: “Please Sir, can I cum, Sir? Please?” I bent closer to her ear and whispered into it: “Cum for me, Iris, right now!”

She tensed up, and her pussy gripped me like a vise. I pushed into her as far as I would go and pressed her against me. She growled deep in her throat, and I felt her get even wetter, her juices soaking my balls. After staying like that for what felt like at least a couple of minutes, she relaxed into me, rubbed her face against mine and brabbled: “Thank you Sir, thank you. Thank you for accepting me. I’m so happy that I asked you for this and that you agreed.” I pulled my cock out of her and turned her around into my arms, squeezing her into my chest and kissing her until she got her breath back.

When she had recuperated, I put her on her front on the carpet next to the couch and stretched out her arms in front of her head. “I’m not going to tie you up right now, but you are not to move. Keep your hands high above your head.” “Yes, Sir”.

My feet on both sides of her legs, I kneeled over her ass. In position, I slipped my cock into her pussy from behind again and used my hand to spank her ass. Not very hard, but hard enough to make her yelp and grind against my cock. I sank my cock deep into her and started fucking her prone bone. Iris started pushing back against my cock, and her moans were constant. When it looked like she was close to another orgasm, I slipped my cock out of her, and pushed its head against her asshole.

Iris immediately lifted her ass to improve the angle and relaxed her asshole to accept me. Without further lubrication than her pussy juices, I slipped the head of my cock into her and held it there. “Aaah, you’re so big… please take all of me, Sir, please give me all of your cock, I promise I can take it!” I pushed into her inch by inch until my balls were against her ass, and Iris came again. Her fingers raking the carpet, back bent up in an impossible curve, her mouth opened wide in a soundless scream, I felt the convulsions rage through her pussy and ass. Without giving her time to relax, I started pumping my cock into her ass. I was very close to my own orgasm, and I wanted to unload in her ass. I reached over and pulled her arms on her back and used them to have more leverage. Once I got a rhythm going, I relentlessly pounded my cock into her. Iris never completely came down from her previous orgasm, and her writhing around caused me to tip over the top. With a guttural scream, I pushed myself inside of her as deep as possible, slamming on top of her so she got mashed into the carpet, my head next to hers. When I climaxed and unloaded into her ass, another contraction ran through her and she came once more as well.

After a few minutes, I turned on my side and pulled Iris with me, cock still in her ass with her being the little spoon pushing into my lap. I leisurely pulled a fleece blanket from the couch on top of us, and slipped my arm under the blanket, over her side to grab an inviting breast to hold on to. She relaxed into me and sighed: “Sir?”

“Yes?”

Giggling: “Now, can we taste the meringue?”

"Shall we play a game?" Sally asked, handing Brian a delicate strip of lace.

Adorned in black lace lingerie, she was a vision to his eyes. Brian loved the playful manner in which she teased. But now he thought it was time to take control of the situation and do some teasing of his own.

"Yes, this will make a lovely blindfold for you," Brian replied, taking the material from Sally's hand.

Brian watched as her eyes lit with surprise and delight. He carefully secured the material around her eyes and through her hair. Sally sighed softly, signaling how much surrendering her sense of sight appealed to her.

He leaned into her, his hands gently tying the sash around her eyes by reaching over her shoulders. His mouth was by her ear. "Are you nervous or excited?" he whispered, gently nipping her ear lobe.

She bit her lip. "Excited. I trust you." She turned her mouth to the warmth of his breath and gently caught his lip between her teeth. "Make me feel... " she whispered into his mouth, kissing him.

He took her by the wrists and helped her down from her perch. "Let's start here," he said. 

He guided her to the bed. Standing behind her, he lightly ran his hand up her neck, taking a firm yet gentle grip at her hairline. She let out a soft gasp.

He kissed her ear, nipping it gently, enjoying the breathy sighs he was getting as he teased. "Do you enjoy that?" he whispered into her ear as he gripped a little firmer.

She let out a little sigh, "Mmm-hmmm," as he felt her lean into him, her body soft and pliable. He ran his other hand from her shoulder and down the center of her chest over the soft lace. He reached down her body, reaching in between her legs from behind. His fingers traced over the material that barely covered her sensitive spots, making her knees wobble a bit. She reached out for something to brace herself.

"Mmm, I see you like that," he whispered again as his other hand gave her hair a slight pull, and she gasped a little louder this time. She was responding beautifully. He let her hair loose, and his hands slid over the black lace, over her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples hard beneath the material. "Mmm, I like how your body reacts."

She whispered his name on her breath, "Brian," and arched into his touch as his hand made its way to her back. He grasped her delicate waist and slowly pulled her away from the bed.

"Turn around, Sally, and face me," he instructed softly.

Her body turned slowly. The slight, nervous intake of breath let him know that her lack of sight was still very alluring, and she was nervous but eager to please him.

His hand touched her chin gently as she turned to him. He felt her mouth, gently tracing the soft, plump surface with his finger. He adored the shape of her mouth, the curvature of her lips, and how she playfully bit him occasionally. Her lips parted, and the tip of her tongue slipped out, licking his finger as it passed. He groaned at the sensation, and she giggled as she took his finger into his mouth, sucking lightly and then biting down playfully. Even at her disadvantage, she showed that it takes two to tango.

He took control. His hand went to her hairline, grabbing a fist full of her beautiful brown locks, and tugged. Her neck arched to the pull of her hair as he claimed her mouth with his. His lips crushed down onto hers as the passion exploded within him. His tongue penetrated her mouth as she let out a moan and softened in his grip. She was a perfect mixture of soft and pliant to his roughness, and the way she submitted to his desires made his blood rush with desire. He broke from her lips and released her hair. Her chest was heaving as she struggled to regain control.

"God, you taste sweet. Now, kneel on the floor before me and place your hands at your side."

His commanding words excited her. She slowly sunk to her knees and sat on the heels of her feet, and then her hands gently went to the floor and rested beside her thighs. Her back arched slightly with the grace of a cat as her chest came up and forward, offering him a breathtaking view of the hard points of her nipples through her lace bra.

Though her sight was still bound with the soft lace, she tilted her chin to signal her desire for him to use her mouth. He let his hand drift to the fly of his pants, freeing his erect member as his eyes lingered over the vision of his goddess kneeling before him. "Keep your hands where they are," he commanded softly, "open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

She obeyed without hesitation, and he groaned with desire at the image of her. Throughout his life, the image of a woman on her knees before him, willing and eager, with her mouth wide open and her tongue out, had been the ultimate symbol of seductive surrender. She embodied his desire to perfection. He grasped her hair gently, guiding himself into her mouth. She was warm and soft, and the feeling of her mouth around his cock made his knees go weak. She moaned and moved her tongue around the shaft, making him groan. Her tongue flicked the head as her lips slid down the length, making him grab her hair firmer. He pulled her head gently in, forcing her to take the entire length of his erection deep into her throat.

He moaned and looked down at her, marveling at her ability to please. His eyes drifted down the long lines of her back as he pulled his length from her mouth. She sat back on her heels and waited, her hands at her sides, her mouth open, and her face flushed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breasts straining against the confines of her bra.

He took his cock into his hand, stroking the tip across her mouth and over her tongue. He watched her lick the moisture from her lips as he ran his shaft across her mouth again, pulling her head to his groin to receive his cock. Her mouth closed over him as she slowly took it, letting out a little moan of desire. He watched her struggle to take him into the back of her throat, his hand firm at the back of her head, keeping her in place. She moaned as her tongue swirled and licked. She swallowed as she struggled to breathe. He felt her hands coming up from the floor and stopping at his thighs, using them as leverage to get his length further down her throat.

She was making the sweetest sounds of desperation as she worked to take his cock into her mouth, her hands on his thighs. He gripped her hair, pulled her off of him, and then guided her to stand. She wobbled a little as he stood her up and spun her around. Her ass pressed against his cock as he wrapped his arms around her, his hand on her throat. She gasped at the pressure of his hand as he whispered in her ear.

"Your mouth is so hot and sweet," he whispered as he held her to him.

His other hand slipped beneath her lace panties and cupped her wetness, making her hips grind into him. "So eager and willing," he whispered, his fingers stroking her clit, "I think I will have a taste for myself."

She groaned at the loss of his fingers and whimpered as he bent her over the side of the bed. She gasped as his hand came down and smacked her ass on both sides twice. He ripped her panties off her and threw them to the ground. For a moment, he admired the red marks from his hands on her ass before leaning into her. She felt his tongue part her wet, swollen lips, and she moaned. She tried to push back into his tongue, but he held her hips firmly, giving her another spank, making her yelp with surprise. His tongue lapped at her slowly, running over her clit before diving inside her again.

He loved the sweet taste of her cunt as he lapped and licked. He adored the way her moans filled the room, her scent filling his nose as his hands spread her open for him. He could feel her quivering beneath his mouth as she moaned and begged him to let her come. Her desperate cries for relief only enticed him to prolong her torment, making her whimper and plead for release.

She was at his mercy as he held her down, one hand on her lower back while the other spread her wide, her legs trembling, her body shivering with desire. She pleaded for him to make her come, but he took his time, enjoying how much she responded to his touch. He wanted her to remember this night and how he took her to the edge, only to pull her back until she was nearly mad with desire.

As his tongue licked the edge of her vulva, he slipped two fingers inside her. Her body quivered, and he heard her moan his name. He watched her writhe and tremble, unable to control herself. He felt her clench around his fingers, her body going rigid as she cried out again. He loved the way her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm as it rolled through her. He felt her wetness drip onto his fingers, and he pulled them free, sucking them clean. He stood, leaning over her, pressing his still erect cock against her. He reached out, his fingers gliding through her hair as they clenched tight and tugged her head back, forcing her to arch her back, and then he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her.

She screamed out at the sudden fullness, but he held her firm as he began to move, thrusting into her roughly. He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, pulling her back to him as she arched further. His eyes closed as the sensation of being inside her overwhelmed him. He gripped her hips hard, pulling her back against his groin, feeling the sting of her ass against his hips. Her back was arched, and she was gripping the bed sheets in her fists, her grunts muffled by the mattress.

He continued to pump into her, his movements getting faster and rougher as he got close to orgasm. He felt his body tensing up as he gripped her harder, pulling her onto him, trying to get deeper inside her.

She screamed his name as she came again, her body clenching around him. He couldn't hold back anymore. He held her tight, his hips pressed hard against hers as he let himself go. He let out a guttural cry of ecstasy as he came inside her, his body convulsing with the force of his release. He stayed inside her for a few minutes, catching his breath. Finally, he pulled himself free and collapsed beside her on the bed. She was breathing heavily as she lay there with her eyes closed.

He reached over to her and gently removed the blindfold from her eyes. She turned her head and smiled at him. Her cheeks flushed, and she seemed completely satisfied.

"That was amazing," she whispered, leaning over to kiss him.

He held her in his arms for a long time, enjoying the feel of her skin against his. They lay together, their bodies entwined, silently enjoying each other's warmth and comfort.

Brian softly kissed Sally on the forehead as he gently stroked her hair.

"That was unexpected," Sally said, breaking the silence. "I had planned on blindfolding and teasing you." She giggled.

"Well, we can try that next time." he grinned.

She nuzzled her face into his chest and closed her eyes.

"Mmmm...next time," she whispered, smiling as she drifted off to sleep.

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"Oh, darling, you must stop that. When your eyes reflect such panic, I get an erection I can barely contain. Now. Marcus and Susanna, take and hold her so I may mark her beasts. My first job is to mar those delightful tits with beautiful red welts." Mr. Black took a few test swings of the whip to demonstrate its practical snap. Darcy felt her stomach roll, and she worried that she shouldn't have checked the box that said tit whipping on the form. It had sounded like a good idea at the time, but now that she was on the Hucow Swingers' Cruise, the idea seemed more daunting.

Mr. Black took her softly in his hands, cradling her head and whispering into her ear with subtle heat. "This makes you much more sensitive to the clamps, my dear. Now, hold still. I will apply some marks; it's a delicate thing." He took up a whip with small leather cords knotted to elicit screams and sighs she had not thought possible for her to make. When he was finished, her panties were a soaking mess.

"Now, looking at your paperwork, you said you were okay with me breaking the skin." Darcy took a deep breath. "But I don't damage my cows on purpose. Perhaps at the end of the voyage, when you have proven that you're ready, but until then, I suggest we keep things more gentle."

Using his index finger and thumb, he held her red-stripped breast in place with her nipple as he roughly rubbed her, causing pain to trace across her decoupage. Pinching her swollen nipple, his warm fingers were soon replaced with a cold metal clamp. Mr. Black took extra care to crank the knob until it bit into her swollen and welt-stripped nipple. "Can't have them too loose. I want them to hurt when I whip them off your body."

Darcy shuddered. Her entire body was enflamed. How much more until she was able to satisfy the burning orgasm in her core? But she didn't need to worry because after repeating the same process on the second breast, Mr. Black looked directly into her eyes as he pinched tighter, driving home precisely how much he enjoyed watching the pain he inflicted race across and through her body. "You are going to cum so hard tonight you will beg me to repeat this entire process." Holding up the final clover-shaped clamp for her to see, he said, "Time to attach your clit, darling."

He was apparently disappointed at what he found. "Oh, no. This will never do. Martha, get over here and get this cow's clit hard. I can't attach the clamp unless she is fully aroused and filled with blood first." The servant Martha went to work quickly, pushing Darcy back on the bed, spreading her legs, and diving head first into her pussy, lapping and pulling at her with long licks that would focus, flutter and dance over her clit. Darcy lost track of how many times she almost came, but just as she would get close to the edge, the woman Martha would pull back and go to long lapping strokes that wouldn't bring her off.

The last time she approached her climax, she was sure she was going to make it, but at the last minute, Martth popped off, sucking her clit, and Mr. Black swept in and clamped her engorged and sensitive nub. It took him several moments of pinching and pulling to get the clamp into the right place right at the root of her little bud, and each tug brought a shockingly good pulse of electricity through her body.

"Now, that's on well enough to take a few good whacks before I rip it loose. Here's the deal, my love. I'm going to whip you again until these clips come off. Once they do, you will begin the prep to clean your filthy bottom. I know that you never had an enema. That is about the change. It's a shame you must have your first one in front of all these people, but I'm sure you'll survive. All the other hucows have. The shade of red they produce is always astonishing. No sunburn in the world compares to the beautiful blush of a hucow thoroughly embarrassed.

Darcy moved her head to look down at her breasts clamped by the chains. Mr. Black came forward and did exactly as he said, delivering several heavy impacts to the sides and fronts of her breasts. However, after several minutes, the clamps hadn't moved. Mr. Black smiled at her as he came forward and tugged on them with a firm grip. Without even trying, Darcy came so hard that she heard the liquid produced by Martha's tongue lashing hit the floor in thick droplets.

"Feel free to pass it out; we've seen it all. Oh, and don't be ashamed if you lose control of your bladder; it sometimes happens with the more severe strikes."

Standing with the whip, Mr. Black went to work on her only on her nipples and her clit. He'd alternate the focus from her breast to her crotch, making sure to tell her his delight at each of her squeals and shrieks. Soon, her body was crisscrossed with lines of thin pain that traced their way across her skin. Her whole body was aflame. When he brought the whip down for the last three blows that landed with such force, they caused the clamps on her nipples to release and fall towards the floor, jerking the other two in the process.

The release of the clamps from her most sensitive and now swollen parts sent a shockwave that originated between her legs and ears. It was as if she had left her body and allowed the electric blue fire to engulf her entire soul and consume her.

When she came, she was lying on the chaise lounge surrounded by pillows and servants. Mr. Black was also there lounging with her, cuddling her from behind while he stroked her hair.

"You did so well last night. I am tremendously excited to get you cleaned and on board the cruise ship. There is just so much better equipment there to help make last night seem like the least remarkable orgasm of your trip. That's my goal, at least. How are you doing?"

Bessie Blanco Decadence After Midnight Short

As soon as her flight landed, she received her first instruction…

“Go to the airport hotel and wait by the bar” said the message. She wheeled her overnight bag to the hotel and sat opposite the bar tender.

“I’ve been expecting you”, he said as he mixed her a cocktail. “This is from your mystery admirer” he said as he placed the drink in front of her. She sipped it and relaxed into her chair.

Her phone beeped as the next instruction arrived. “Go to Room 241” it read. She finished her drink and took the elevator to the second floor. When she arrived at the room the door was slightly open.

She knocked. “Hello”? she said as she pushed the door open. There was no response. She entered the room. The curtains were drawn and the only light in the room was coming from a small bedside lamp.

“Hello” she said again as she wandered further into the room. Again no response but as she approached the bed, she noticed something on the bedside table.

There was a note, a blindfold and a bell. “Close the door, take off your clothes, put on the blindfold and ring the bell when you are ready” said the note…

Her heart pounded as she contemplated the instructions. “This is crazy, she thought to herself, I’ve never even met him before”. But her mind was already fantasising about what might lie ahead.

She closed the door and started to remove her clothes, leaving only her black lacy underwear. She nervously tied the blindfold and reached for the bell.

The fading sound of the bell was soon replaced with soft footsteps. She could sense that he was now standing directly in front of her. She felt his eyes admire the curves of her body. She felt the displaced air brush over her soft skin as he paced around her. Goosebumps ran down her neck as his fingers hooked her hair over her ears.

He leant in towards her, their cheeks brushing momentarily. The scent of his cologne and the sound of his breathing heightened her senses.

“Sit down on the bed” he whispered in her ear. “The safe word is Pandora”. Her heart raced again as she sat, her legs slightly apart. Her pussy tingled as he ran his fingernails down her inner thigh and down to her ankles.

“We’re going to play a little game” he whispered, lifting her foot in the air “make it past 10 and you will be rewarded, otherwise you will be punished”.

“1… 2…” he began counting as he stroked the bare sole of her foot lightly with the back of his fingernails.. “3… 4…” he continued as her legs started to twitch. “5… 6…” now her whole body was tense as she tried to control her response... “7… 8…” but she could take no more and rolled over in fits of laughter.

“Oh dear…” he said sternly, “you’ve been a naughty girl”. Reaching out his hand to hers, he guided her to her feet and placed his arms around her to remove her bra. Her nipples hardened as his attention turned to them.

“Now take off your panties” he ordered. “It’s time for your punishment”. She removed the last of her underwear and lay naked across his lap.

SMACK!! Her ass tingled as he lifted his hand again. SMACK!! She whimpered slightly as he landed another blow on her other cheek. Her flustered feelings suddenly evaporated. The pain calmed her racing mind and sharpened her focus.

He moved her onto the bed. “On your knees” he demanded. She obliged, raising her naked ass into the air. He removed his tie and used it to tie her hands together behind her back, forcing her face into the pillow. He then used his belt to tie her feet together. The sight of her naked and restrained body aroused him. He removed his pants and took out his hard cock.

“Time for the next game” he said. “Maintain absolute silence and you will be rewarded, but make any noise and you will be punished.”

He teased her pussy lips apart with the tip of his hard cock, coating it in her juices and slowly pushed it deep inside. Her back arched in response and her ass tightened as she tried to remain silent. He grabbed her restrained hands and pulled her back until he was fully inside her. His large cock stretched her pussy in ways she hadn’t felt before.

Still holding her restrained hands he started to fuck her slowly. Each time fully removing his cock before sliding it all the way back in so she could feel the full length of it.

She bit hard on her lip each time he entered her and her breathing grew deeper and deeper as he picked up the pace. She let out a slight moan. SMACK! His hand landed hard on her ass.

He grabbed her by the hips and continued to fuck her harder and harder, punishing her each time she failed to contain herself, which in turn increased her pleasure.

He reached around to rub her clit as he approached orgasm. “Cum inside me” she begged as she sensed he was close. He pressed down hard on her clit as he unloaded himself into her. The sensation of his fingers on her clit and his pulsating cock inside her pussy triggered her own orgasm which was punctuated by the sound of him smacking her ass after each wave of pleasure.

Afterwards they collapsed on the bed and he removed her restraints and blindfold. “Hello” he said with a cheeky smile as their eyes met for the first time.

The dreams were the same every time. Night after night, Haylee would fight off masked intruders. Until it was almost expected. Knowing it was coming, she'd be so careful to lock every door, check every window. But they'd always manage to find their way inside. They'd always manage to catch her. They'd always manage to subdue her. And then she'd awaken, her heart racing and a cold sweat on her skin. Her blankets would be wrapped around her, victims of the struggle she'd been having with her ilusory attackers.

It was infuriating. It was hard to get a full night's sleep, and even when she did, it wasn't the restful slumber that she was yearning for. Haylee knew that she was attractive, that there was always a risk for someone like her, but what twisted message could her subconcious be telling her? And why would it need to send it so loudly and frequently?

Awakening again, she sighs, her voice tinged with anger and disgust. The same fucking thing... But she'd learned how to quiet the dark thoughts and anxiety. Not being someone to drink her problems away, she'd found that the best way to clear her head after waking was to pull up some porn and drive the dark dreams away with sensual touches and sexual pleasure. But even that had been concerning to her. What if she was just strengthening the mental pathways that was causing the nightmares? Her hands snake between her legs to find herself already wet and swollen. That'll be a problem for another day - after I've managed to get some rest. she thinks to herself before passing out again in post-orgasmic bliss.

Haylee's eyes snap open and panic courses through her veins as she feels hands wrap tightly around her neck. Not again...

But gone are the fuzzy details of dream logic, instead replaced by sharp details. This. Is not. A dream. She immediately struggles and flails, desperate to break free from the assailant's grip, but the hold only tightens. She gasps for air, and her mind races, trying to comprehend what's happening and what to do to get free.

Trying to scream for help, her voice is silenced as the attacker continues to constrict her throat. Her heart is pounding, and she can feel the blood rushing in her ears as she desperately tries to free herself from the attacker's grasp.

"I thought you wanted this..." She can feel his hot breath on her face as he whispers in her ear. Of course she didn't want this!

He's too big. Too strong. She can't break his grip. Haylee knows she can't keep this up for much longer. She's getting weaker by the second, and she can feel her body starting to give up. But she remains determined not to let this attacker get his way. She fights on, even as the world around her starts to spin, knowing that this might be the fight of her life.

"Why are you struggling so much?" He continues, a look of pained confusion on his face. Is he dumb? Did he expect something different? It's almost too stupid to comprehend.

"I'd thought you'd want our first time to be more romantic..." The attacker grins at Haylee's resistance, taking pleasure in her struggle. "But if you'd prefer to jump straight to some of your darker fantasies..."

Haylee feels bile rise in her throat at his words, knowing that he has to be delusional or deranged. She clenches her teeth and continues to fight, drawing on every ounce of strength she has, hoping that it will be enough to break free from his grasp. But he only laughs as she struggles, tightening his grip on Haylee's neck. She gasps for air, her face turning red as she feels his fingers digging into her skin.

Helpless, Haylee's eyes widen in horror as she feels the attacker use his free hand to pull up her thin t-shirt, exposing her breasts to the cold air of the room. She feels a wave of revulsion wash over her at the appreciative grunt of desire that he makes, the way his eyes drink in the exposed flesh of her body. As he starts to suck and bite her nipples, her body convulses as she feels a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure.

The attacker pauses for a moment, his gaze studying Haylee's face, as though he's trying to gauge her reaction. He then begins to speak, his voice low and deep. "I've wanted this for so long," he growls, his grip on her neck tightening even further. "I couldn't stand the distance between us anymore. The pretending that we're not a couple. I needed you, Haylee."

Tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, she can't believe what she's hearing. Pretending that we're not a couple?!?!?

"I knew from the first package I delivered to you." He continues. "I saw you through the window and I knew I had to have you. That we were destined to be soul mates." Package?

The realization that this man - this twisted, violent attacker - is the same person who has been delivering her packages every day is almost too much for Haylee to bear. She feels her body shudder with revulsion, her mind reeling with the thought of this monster being so close to her every single day.

The attacker continues, a manic look in his eyes as he describes the fantasies he's had about her. "I've watched you, you know." he says, his hand slipping down to her breast. "I know everything about you. What you like, what you don't like. I've been waiting for my chance to finally have you." He pulls her closer, kissing her roughly on the mouth.

Sobbing, Haylee can't believe what she's hearing. This dumb-fuck thinks that this assault will somehow please her?!?!? His hand slips lower, grazing cross her stomach before tugging at her panties, pulling the thin material aside.

Thrusting forward, Haylee feels a sharp, intense pain shoot through her body. It's unlike any sensation she's ever experienced before - it's raw, violent, and violating. Her body tenses up in response, trying to reject the foreign object that is pushing its way inside her. Every muscle in her body seems to be screaming out in protest, telling her to fight back and push him away.

But it's too late. The man has already taken what he wanted, forced his way inside her. Haylee feels helpless and violated, unable to comprehend why this is happening to her. Despite her mind screaming at her to resist, her body seems to be responding in its own way.

Even through the pain, there's a strange sort of pleasure in the way he feels inside her - a deep, primordial fullness that seems to be seeping into every inch of her being. It's sickening and twisted, and Haylee hates herself for it. But she can't ignore the sensations that the man is causing within her, even as she feels like she's being torn apart.

Grinding against her harder, Haylee feels herself becoming wet despite the pain and fear she's experiencing. Her body seems to be betraying her mind's protests, responding to the twisted desires that the man is forcing upon her. She hates herself for it, feeling disgusted and violated.

But the man seems to be enjoying her response, his voice low and menacing as he whispers in her ear. "God, you feel so good," he growls, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. "Do you like this, Haylee? Do you like feeling your cunt get wet for me?"

Haylee can barely respond, unable to form a coherent thought as her body continues to betray her. But the man seems to already know the answer, his hands roaming over her body as he continues to drive himself inside her. "You're so fucking sexy like this," he says, his voice filled with a twisted sort of pleasure. "I knew you'd be wet for me. You can't resist me, can you?"

He couldn't know of her reoccurring dreams, could he? He couldn't know about how frequently she's cum to fantasies of being taken... But those were just fantasies! She didn't want to be assaulted! She'd have told him that, would have yelled it from the top of her lungs, loud enough that the neighbors could hear... if only his grip on her neck would loosen.

Haylee feels tears pricking at her eyes as he continues to assault her, but even through her fear and disgust, there's a part of her that can't deny the pleasure that's radiating through every inch of her being. She hates herself for it, feeling like a participant in her own violation. But the man shows no signs of stopping, his thrusts becoming wilder and more intense as he continues to use her for his own twisted pleasure.

Unable to stop herself, Haylee feels herself slipping further and further away from what's happening, her mind fracturing into a thousand different pieces as she tries to deal with the twisted pleasure coursing through her veins. She barely registers the pain anymore, so used to the brutal violation that the attacker is inflicting on her. Or is that just the lack of oxygen?

His hands tighten around her neck, squeezing her windpipe as he grinds himself against her. And then, as if on cue, they both explode, his cum filling her as she clenches around him. She can't help it, so lost in the grip of their twisted pleasure that she barely registers the moment when the attacker chokes the last threads of consciousness from her.

[What else might the man have in store for her, what other twisted fantasies might he have? Is her ordeal over, or just beginning? Will she be able to fight back and escape? Her nightmares made real, but how do they finish?]

Part 2… to be continued… soon.

I can't believe how hard I just came - screaming "I CONSENT" repeatedly, even though I knew all of the windows and the slider were wide open. This apartment has no AC, so everyone in the complex opens them on these warm, stuffy nights - and I'm sure everyone in the courtyard must've heard me. Thank god we're moving out tomorrow. I'm blindfolded, handcuffed, collared and I just 1) came on my ex-coworker's face 2) while my husband held me on his lap 3) while my other ex-coworker filmed us.

How the fuck did I get here, you ask?

It all started last year - I worked for several years as buyer in a college bookstore for the local community college, and every year a few of the students would get jobs there to work the registers, stock the shelves, and so on. It was pretty dull work but we still made it a fun environment. We got shit done but had a good time doing it.

Alex and Christopher got hired on just before fall semester. Both were graduating soon, twenty-four and twenty-three years old respectively. I had just had my thirtieth birthday that June, so the age disparity wasn't crazy - they both looked gorgeous - even though they couldn't've been more different*.* Alex was a California surfer: tan and tall, medium length blonde hair (that he loved to brush out of his eyes while flirting with customers), green eyes, well-muscled, and a disarming grin. Christopher was here on a visa from South Africa - a wonderful accent and gorgeous black skin, blue eyes like the ocean, black hair kept short, six-three and lean, with enormous hands, like a basketball player. Both were funny, charming and great to work with, and they became close friends almost right away.

My husband usually dropped by the bookstore a couple of times a week - he worked nights and weekends and had midweek days off, so he would stop by for lunch (and sometimes a quickie in the warehouse or blowjob in the stockroom, if the opportunity presented). Alex and Christopher hadn't even worked there a week before he met them both. Of course, he invited them to lunch with us several times and we all had a great time.

My husband is amazing. We'd been married five years at the time, and we are very open in bed - we talk a lot while fucking; we talk about our fantasies, who we found attractive, which movie stars we to fuck... nothing is off limits and I feel like we share anything and everything. We both feel that flirting is fun and not cheating... I will point out a hot girl to him and he points out the hot guys to me. I guess I'm just trying to say we're very happy, we communicate well, we're very open, and the sex is amazing. Needless to say we had talked about how edible I found both Alex and Christopher during sex more than once in the past year.

Anyway... I believe I mentioned I'm currently collared, cuffed, and blindfolded - I'm also drenched in sweat, panting, and quivering from the intensity of that orgasm.

I turn my head to my husband, who has just demanded that I let two other men fuck me, right in front of him, and kiss him deeply. Alex continues lightly licking me, kissing the insides of my thighs, while slowly lifting my legs off the floor for easier access.

"Will you please... will.... will you hold me while... while he..." I bite my lip, still a bit tentative about what's happening.

"Will you hold me," My Lord replied, pulling on my leash again for emphasis, "while he fucks me." Say. It.

"Will you hold me while he fucks me?" I asked. THAT is a sentence I never thought I'd say in my life; but I'm certainly glad I get to say it!! Alex chose that moment to bite my cunt firmly, making my back arch again, and I could hear all three of them chuckle at my brief pain.

"Mmmm good girl. Yes... for now," he rumbled, "I'm going to want my turn to have you soon." He slid his hands down my arms to my breasts, tweaking my piercings, sending an electric jolt to my already-sensitive clit as I felt Alex stand up and pull away.

I knew better than to try and lower my arms now - I have surrendered control to My Lord, and I am his to do with - or to share with - as he wills. I can feel my mind turning off the nervousness and tension, just being held, here in this moment.

Alex's hands are on my feet, lifting them high like one of those "ape-hanger" motorcycles, and the thought runs through my mind that I'm about to be ridden hard like one... then I feel the tip of his cock brush my lips, dancing around my clit, teasing me... and there are no more thoughts. I start to buck and move and try to get him in me, suddenly desperate, performing for my audience like a porn-star but meaning every moment of it all the same...

All things come to an end and we both knew it. She wanted me to own her, she wanted something more than I was willing to give. I tried to explain that having me as a full time master would be a terrible idea, I am a control freak with exacting standards. Regularly doing sessions would be draining and ultimately damaging.

But she wanted it, and I couldn't give it. I am too selfish, just back in the scene and owning is a lot of work, it means something to me, something I am not willing to give freely. There's only one sub who I own and that caused both of us enough problems.

I hurt her with my refusal, she tried to hide it, but I didn't want to lead her on. I may be mean, but not in that way. It was obvious this would be our last session. I didn't want to lead her on, and she was hurt enough.

If this was going to be our last time together, I wanted it to be fun, well all my sessions are always fun for me, but I was feeling generous, I wanted it to be fun for her. We had decided to have a classic movie night but with a twist. We decided to watch classic porn movies, The Devil in Miss Jones, Debbie does Dallas and Taboo.

It was going to be an interesting night. I knocked on the door, she opened it, she was upset, it was awkward, I wasn't sure if she would still want to do it.

"Hello Sir"

"Oh Sugar, I am sorry, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes Sir, I want it more than anything"

"OK Sugar, if you insist."

I walk in, my bag in my left hand, my right hand under her chin. Making her look at me, I wiped away a tear and kissed her forehead while I walked past. She had already prepared the room to my instructions.

The bondage horse sat in the middle of the room pointing toward the TV, it's black leather and studding looking so out of place next to all the soft furnishings, an armchair placed next to it. I nodded towards it.

"Where'd you get it?" I was curious.

"Etsy"

"Makes sense I suppose, home made candles and bondage gear"

"Strip Sugar" I tell her not looking at her, I know she would be following my instructions.I drop my bag by side and start taking out what I would need for the night.

After I have finished I look at her, she looks puzzled at some of the things I have brought. Well probably the camelbak, but hydration matters folks! She looks at my quizzically, but she knows better than to ask. I smile reassuringly at her as I approach, restraints dangling from my hands.

She doesn't say anything as I put on the restraints and guide her to the horse and strap her arms and legs in.

"Comfy Sugar?"

She just grunts. I admire my handiwork, the horse keeping her in perfect form, her ass and cunt at the correct height and spread just how I like it. Her head hanging over the edge meaning she needs to keep it raised without support. She wasn't comfortable, but I was, and really, at the end of the day, isn't that what matters?

"Open Sugar"

As she opens her mouth, I place the butt plug into it. Not a huge one, not a small one either.

"Make sure it's well lubricated Sugar"

Now normally I would make my sub push her ass onto the plug rather than me pushing it into her, but as she was currently tied up, that seemed a little unfair. I take the plug from her mouth and line it up with her puckered ass. You wouldn't of thought I had my fist up it less than 2 weeks ago.

I push gently and then hard, her ass eagerly eats it accompanied with another grunt from her.

"Good Girl!"

I pat her ass as I walk around her, admiring her again.

"You look so beautiful for me Sugar"

Now I know some people tape the wand to the leg and put it near the clit, but I have found it just easier to push the wand up the cunt and then tape it, doesn't slip that way. I have an older wand, no batteries, corded, the head is large. It takes some encouragement to get it within her, but with a little patience and a lot of pressure, the head pops into her nicely. I get rewarded with another grunt and her trying to move her ass.

"Silly Girl, you're tied down, there's no point in fidgeting"

I smack her ass hard, I watch as the redness starts to form. She didn't grunt, just breathed out in desperation.

"That's better Sugar"

I tape the wand to her leg. I have always found BDSM tape to be essentially useless, I always go for gaffer tape. What can I say? I am a traditionalist at heart.

Then I turn the wand on, that elicits the first groan of the night. I grab the blinkers from the bag, I don't really use them often, yes OK, I had a pony girl / pony boy phase, but I was young and the Eurotrash tv made quite an impression on a younger me. I thought it would be a nice touch. I place them on her head with my headphones, she can now only see directly in front of her and with the noise cancelling, she can only hear what's being piped into her ears.

I watch as the wand starts to work it's magic, her hands tensing and flexing, her hips gyrating, almost hypnotically.

Finally, I take the camelbak and fill it up, place the drinking nozzle in her mouth. I sync my phone to the television and the headphones, which was a massive pain in the ass to get to work, piping the sound to both the phone and the TV. I grab snacks and my ice cold drink, in my cold glass.

And then, it begins.

The first movie is taboo, which actually kind of has an okay plot, I sat down beside her and place my ice cold beverage on her ass. She flinches, with the blinkers on she can't see what I am doing, she wasn't ready for it.

"Don't spill my drink Sugar" I warn her.

After about 20 minutes, I started to get horny, my cock started to throb. I take my drink from her ass, and move around the back of her. She can't see me, she can't hear me. I take the butt plug from her ass, pull down my trousers and line my cock up with her ass. I feel her body tensing up as my cock slips into her, loosened from the plug. The wand in her cunt makes her ass tight past the entrance, I can feel the vibrations and the head of that wand against my cock.

And then I fuck it. There's no finesse, this isn't making love, this isn't really fucking, she is using her as my cum dumpster. Each thrust into her bowels has it's own reaction, her moans turning to groans turning into grunts as I pump my cock into her. My hands are on her hips, I am pulling her back so hard that the horse starts to rock a little. I don't slow down, I sodomize her.

I am not sure when she started to orgasm, truthfully I was too concerned about my own, but I start to notice the signs. Anime Girl cums and then doesn't really stop, she has small orgasms building to big orgasms which roll onto other big orgasms.

I keep fucking her ass, it doesn't take long, I feel that tightness in my balls, my pace picks up, trying to push myself as deep as I can as I paint the insides of her ass with my cum. I slow down, draining the last of my seed into her bowels.

My cocks flops out of her ass, spent.

I place the buttplug back in her.

Walk around to her face. Her eyes and face strain to see me. She sees my semi flaccid cock in front of her. Her eyes follow my hands as I take out the camelbak. She knows what's going to happen, she opens her mouth waiting for me. Push my cock into her mouth. She eagerly cleans it, I feel her tongue whirling around my sensitive head before I guide her to clean the shaft as well.

Then, I pat her head. And wordless go back to sit down on the chair to carry on watching the film.

20 minutes later my cock is hard again. I get up, walk behind her, at this point her juices are covering the leather and there is a drip all the way down the leg of the horse. Anime Girl is grunting and moaning constantly, almost at a constant rate.

I take the butt plug out. Her whole body tenses, she knows what's going to happen next. She pushes her ass up against the restraints, eager for my cock. I line up my cock again, this time it slips in easily. She lets out a sigh more than a groan, almost like she needs my cock in her.

And then, I sodomize her again. Again, I am using her as my cum dump, I don't care if she wants it. I don't care if she enjoys it. I am using her anal passage as my own personal fuck tube. And I am perfectly fine with that fact. As my balls hit against the wand, they splash with the her wetness.

This time it takes me longer to cum, and it's more of a dry cum. Hey, I am not as young as I used to be OK?

My cock flops out of her ass.

I place the butt plug back in her.

And once again, I present my cock for her to clean. This time she is feral with it, sucking and licking every inch of my cock and balls. Cleaning all her juices and my cum from it.

And then I pat her head. And sit back down.

This is the pattern in which we continued another 2 times before Taboo ended. By the time it has finished, her ass is twiching, her legs are randomly twitching like she is getting electric shocks, the camelbak nozzle is laying on the floor and she isn't groaning, so much she is letting out one continuous groan only interrupted by breathing.

I take the headphones off and the restraints off, I help her up and support her as the wand is still up her and it makes walking difficult, I eventually put her on my lap. I stroke her hair and allow her to calm down, allowing her sips from my drink.

"Good Girl! I enjoyed that, strictly for the plot. But now, I think it's time we started another don't you?"

"Please sir, let me rest, please"

"Oh no Sugar, you're being silly, we still have 2 more movies to go!"

"Please, sir, please, I just don't think I can, I am exhausted, I don't think I can cum anymore"

"Sugar, well that's simple enough, just don't cum. It's not my fault you're being a greedy slut, you really should try and be a good girl you know?"

"Sir please, please, I will beg"

"Oh I am sure you will, are you green Sugar?"

She looks at me.

"I will always be green for you" She says.

"I know Sugar, up you get then"

Helping her make her way to the horse again. We do it in silence, she seems more determined now. The plug falls out of her ass as she climbs over the horse. I mean, it's not entirely surprising. I look at it on the floor, but don't say anything.

"Good Girl" I mutter as I am doing up her straps. Flick the wand back on, and settled down for The Devil in Miss Jones, which really, was actually pretty good and engaging. I found myself enjoying it, I found the sight and the sounds of the anime girl writhing in a mix of pain and pleasure to somehow be fitting for the tone of the movie.

Without the plug to forewarn her, she jumped against the straps as my cock penetrated her ass. I pushed it deep in one smooth motion, I had lost count the amount of times I have had my cock up her at this point. But credit to her, she starts to push back against it with renewed vigor. Determined to make my cum up that battered ass.

We fall into the now familiar pattern, me using her ass as my fleshlight, her taking my cum willingly like the cum dump she was born to be. I start as I mean to go on, straight deep thrusts, hands on her hips as I hammer my cock into her. I am staring at the screen, not even looking at her, I am simply using her for entirely my own pleasure.

It takes a while for me to reach climax, and then there is very little coming out of my balls. But I take my cock, still throbbing from her ass, and present it to her again for it's cleaning. Again she does not hesitate, I feel her mouth and tongue explore and lick every part of my cock and balls, liking her juices from it all.

I pat her head.

And I sit down again.

I got a bit engrossed in the movie, by the time I am ready to go again, I look over at Anime Girl, and she is well a mess. Her skin is slick with sweat, her head is bouncing up and down from trying to keep it upright to watch the movie. There is drool, snot, and tears all over her face, her cheap mascara has run everywhere. Her legs are twitching, from the constant stimulation. The horse is absolutely soaked between her juices, and the sweat, it's dribbling down the sides. I almost feel sorry for her, but my cock is hard and really that needs tending to first.

I fuck her mechanically, driving myself into her gaping, waiting ass. Her tone changes and her moans pick up, I watch as her muscle tone changes to the new stimulus. This climax took a long time, it was a challenge, my balls had nothing left, totally drained, it was a dry climax, my cock aching from the constant stimulation.

Again, I presented my cock to her, and again to her credit, she cleaned it like her life depended on it.

At that point, I did feel sorry for her, wordlessly, I stroked her hair, and then undid the restraints. I carried her to the chair, put her on my lap, and started to peel the wand from her leg.

"Sssh Sugar, you did really well for me, come watch the rest of it with me".

I sit there, her on my lap, I stroke her hair and hold her until she falls asleep. I don't turn off the movie, I am actually kind of invested in it.

Finally, I pick her up and take her to her bed, I put her in it and she rolls over, not waking, she is totally shut down. She seems so peaceful.

I open the slide doors and I go out onto the balcony, light up a cigar and look at the ashtray she bought for me. It was sweet, it freaked me out.

I sit there, enjoying the night, looking at her. She was a good girl, but I couldn't give her what she wanted. I wish I could, but it would be a lie, it doesn't work most of the time when it wasn't build on a lie, but it would be even worse when it is. I couldn't give her what she wanted, she confused kink with love.

I wasn't looking to own anyone apart from the one I already owned. Even that I am not sure if it is a good idea, it will end in pain, it always does, normally that's kind of the idea. But not this type of pain, it's much worse.

I sat there, smoking my cigar, studying her face, she looked so peaceful, I suddenly felt tired. I finish my cigar thinking about how weird life is. I kiss her forehead, write her a note and put a glass of water next to her.

Then I slip out and lock the door behind me.

We are in the near future and the MAGA revolution is complete. No democracy, no toleration of other political positions and no rights for everyone who isn‘t a white male. The USA was reformed within a few years, and if the surveys are to be believed, to the satisfaction of many citizens. To be fair, only men were surveyed.

It is January and the supporters of the country's only remaining party, the Republicans, are celebrating the fact that this time there did not have to be an election to maintain order in the country. The former president, who initiated the reform, has appointed his successor. There is no need for elections, it is clear who would win them anyway. Since the parliament has been dissolved and newspapers are in state hands, there is no more propaganda. That's what they tell you, you better believe it.

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Celebration of the Golden Age

Houston, Texas. There is a special atmosphere in the air. The numerous attendees are in a festive mood and at the same time there is a certain tension, a sense of anticipation. Only members of the Republican Party are permitted at the rally. The event will also be broadcast on all television channels around the Country. Some VIPs here and there. They are all waiting for the big event of the day.

The inauguration.

No, this is not the inauguration of any politician. It's about the country's biggest star. There is a woman, an artist. She has been extremely successful over the years and has filled every stadium in the world. Her music has inspired many people, especially young women. However, this was all before the reform. The musician, whose stage name is Leann, has always positioned herself politically. She has always been an opponent of the people who abolished democracy now and reformed the country. She had spoken out publicly against the Republicans, hoping to influence the election when they still existed. As a result, they slandered her. Some politicians even referred to her as a childless cat lady. Today is the day she will pay for her offenses. It is the day when her artistic career ends and she will begin to serve the country.

And it all starts on this stage at the rally.

The tension among the guests is almost unbearable when it is announced that the time has finally come and Leann will be brought on stage. And there she is. She is brought on stage by two big men in suits. She has a bag over her head and is wearing a glittering dress. Leann is in her 30s, has blonde hair, a slim figure and is almost 5'9 tall. The two men place the star on her knees and then leave the stage. Another men enters the stage, also in a suit. He is middle-aged, has short dark hair and is not unknown to the guests. It‘s Senator Evans. A politician who had repeatedly clashed with Leann before coming to power. Now he has the power, the victory over the Liberals and of course over Leann. Senator Evans stands right next to the kneeling Leann and speaks to the crowd. „My heart goes out to you“ he says and then stretches out his right arm. This salute has become the norm among the Republicans. He then continues: "I am delighted that we have all gathered here. Today is a day to celebrate, because today we show the whole world what happens to stupid and vile women who don't know their place and meddle in things they shouldn't meddle in" the crowd goes crazy. „I hope you all have your bracelets with you and swap them nicely with each other" the crowd laughs. A reference to Leann's time as a musician. "It's time to dedicate ourselves to the traitor of our country". Senator Evans removes the bag over Leann's head and exposes her face. Defeated she looks down to the floor in front of her. She is ashamed, clearly visible. "Get up, cat lady," orders the Senator. Leann hesitates for a moment and then stands up, trembling. She dares to look into the crowd. Tense, hungry faces everywhere. Not a single one looking worried. All eyes on her. This is nothing new to her. But this time it feels different. She feels exposed, vulnerable, scared.

Leann knows what will happen next. The Senator told her yesterday, teased her with it even though it's definitely not something she looks forward to at all. He’s going to fuck her. He will use her as an object, as an trophy for the far right to show everyone that they won and that the leftist lose. She will be remembered as the symbol of fallen democracy and feminism.

„What do you want me to do with this left-wing traitor bitch?" the Senator asks the crowd. Wild shouting erupts. Leann can only pick up some demands. „Strip her!“ „Make her apologize“ „Rape her!“ „Punish her!“. Thats all she hears. Not a single one with mercy. The senator seems amused. Leann isn‘t. She is frightened. Mr. Evans leans over to Leann and whispers in her ear, "It's happening now. Are you excited?" A shiver runs down her spine. No, that cannnot happen she thinks to herself. This is the moment when she feels the senator open her dress and drop it on the ground. Now she's standing there. On the stage, naked. A large crowd of people with their eyes fixed on her. The cameras are focused on her. She feels more exposed than ever before. She wants to sink into the ground and be somewhere else. Somewhere where nobody knows her and nobody wants anything bad for her. The senator runs his hand along her back. Leann cringes as he does so. She hates him and doesn't want to feel his hands anywhere. But it seems like she has to put up with it now, she knows that herself.

Suddenly Evans grabs her firmly by the back of the neck. „You will apologize to all of us!“ he yells at her. Tears well up in her eyes. „Come on, bitch! Apologize for being a traitor and opposing MAGA reform. It was wrong!“ Leann can't find the words. She starts sobbing and just hopes that the senator will leave her alone. Of course he doesn't. Evans tightens his grip on her neck. „A-p-o-l-o-g-i-z-e“ he says demanding. She shakes her head and cries. At that moment, she already fears that this was a mistake. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees angry people standing in front of the stage and shouting something at her, probably insults. „Fine. I‘ll teach you manners“ says the Senator in a calm tone.

He brings Leann to her knees. She watches in horror as he opens his pants. She gets dizzy. He actually didn't lie yesterday. He is going to fuck her. Leann kneels naked in front of him, wearing nothing but high heels. She feels all the attention on her. Evan's cock springs free. Of course it's big, it's a MAGA cock. What did y‘all think? Leann’s eyes widen. This thing is going to destroy her. The Senator mocks her „Impressive, huh?“ She doesn't answer. Instead, she looks at the floor and hopes that everything will end quickly. But something tells her this day will change her life forever. Senator Evans smears his dick all over Leann's face. "My MAGA cock on this popstar's face." The crowd cheers. Leann feels his heavy cock on her and smells his scent. She doesn't like it, but that doesn't matter. „Open your mouth“ he orders. Leann refuses to, but he just forces his cock into her mouth. He says to her "If you bite you will regret it, I promise you". Then he says to the crowd, "Do you see this? This is what happens to all Libs in this country" the crowd is more than happy. Evans begins to thrust into her throat. She has to gag. He is spurred on by this and fucks her throat even harder. Then he pulls his cock out of her. Leann immediately gasps for air. "Are you going to apologize now?" Before she can answer, he pushes into her again. The only thing you can hear is Leann choking and the crowd cheering. He pulls away again, Leann breaths heavily. He slaps her across the face „Apologize!“

Leann looks to the ground an whispers „I am sorry“. Evans grabs her by her hair "Speak up, bitch" „I… am sorry“ she says now for everyone to hear. „Louder!“ „I AM SORRY“ Leann yells. „You are sorry for what?“ Evans asks. „For being a traitor“ she says with a trembling voice. He slaps er again. „Don’t forget to yell“ „I AM SORRY FOR BEING A TRAITOR“ The Senator grins. „Did y‘all hear this? I think a traitor needs a punishment!“ Leann looks at him with a pleading look "Please don't" But he doesn’t care.

He puts her in the doggy position. She looks so submissive. On all fours with her ass up on full Display. Pretty sure the cameras are focusing on her holes right now. Leann closes her eyes and tries to imagine being somewhere else. Meanwhile, the senator undresses and then positions his cock at her slit. There is a sudden tension. He thrusts hard into her and she opens her eyes wide. She let out a loud scream. The crowd cheers like in a Football stadium. But it's about her finally being punished and publicly humiliated. The Senator has no mercy. He fucks her hard with his big cock, stretching her out. Leann can‘t help but scream the whole time. The Senator fucks her like an animal. It seems that he has infinite stamina. He thrusts monotonously deep into her again and again and again and again. Sometimes he changes the angle, which makes Leann groan loudly.

Leann becomes numb. The loud cheering crowd becomes a background noise that she barely notices. The awareness that she is being fucked against her will in front of the whole world disappears. She can‘t think straight anymore. The pain from Evan's hard thrusts mixes with pleasure. The camera, which is pointed close to her cunt, shows some wetness. The senator also notices it "You like it, huh?" he mocks and slaps her ass hard.

Leann feels an orgasm building and tries to fight it. But that only makes it worse. The orgasm comes rolling towards Leann like a tsunami. Leann's fans sit at home in front of the TV and watch. Her former role model, who so strongly represented her values, is on public display getting fucked by MAGA. And likes it? She moans the whole time. The oncoming orgasm makes her whole body tense, makes her twitch. Her pussy tightens. Leann has no chance of keeping up the facade. Everyone sees her cumming as Evans continues to fuck her hard. Her orgasm is on a peak. She‘s shaking. She feels like she is going to explode. Once a Star she was fighting for a better future for equality, and now Leann is going to explode for everyone to see.

It‘s a Supernova live on TV.

Leann collapses after her orgasm. The senator continues to thrust into her until he cums deep inside her. And pumps his cum into her womb. The Senator slaps her ass as he pulls out. „Well this was a good punishment. Now little Leann here nows her place don‘t you?“ he asks her. She nods tired „Yes“ „It‘s Yes, Sir“ he corrects her. „Yes, Sir“ she says still weak. „Leann is now conquered by the MAGA government“ he speaks to the cheering crowd.

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Disclaimer: this story features drugging, kidnapping, and NON CONSENT. this is a 100% fictional plot my gf and I came up with together

I felt the cold first, holding me down like a blanket, seeping into my skin and settling into my muscles. Then I saw the ground. I was lying down, eye level on a floor I don't recognize. I could see the light of a fire on the other side of the couch in front of me but it wasn't serving me any good from back there. My cheek felt extra chilly with a thin layer of drool leeching the warmth from my body.

I'm suddenly very aware of fabric stuffed into my mouth. So deep I can't spit it out. I reached to pull it but both of my arms react and neither reach my mouth. Twisting my wrists I can feel binds tying my hands together behind my back. My shoulder aches and my elbow has to have a bruise.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I'm supposed to be at home, packing. Daddy said we're having a weekend out of the city, Daddy said to go to bed early so we can leave early in the morning. So I did. And that's all I can remember. I even drank the melatonin tea they gave me to go to sleep faster!

Oh.

Oh. I start to feel the cold give way to hot, sharp panic. It bubbles down my throat, taking my blood down, down until I can feel the great and terrible absence of pressure between my legs. And it sits there.

A muffled whimper vibrates in my throat. My insides twist while I rack my brain for ways to get out of this. If I can get this fucking gag out of my mouth, or maybe I can pry open the binds on my wrist.

I try to sit up but my legs wouldn't work. I tried again. My ankles are pressed against each other and I can't... get my foot... free, I think to myself between tugs. With my movements I hear a jingle, and suddenly the weight around my neck feels much heavier than I remember it being when I laid down for bed. Sure enough, a metal chain links my collar to the wall behind me.

The object that makes me feel safe, my security blanket, is now the thing chaining me down. It stands between me and... everything? What the fuck?

What the fuck. Where the fuck, why the fuck, what the fuck? What the fuck is happening?

In my new rush of panic, I try to stand again. I don't get far before I see the silhouette of someone on the couch. Before I can stop myself, I scream in surprise. As my eyes adjust, I can tell it's just Daddy, I'd know you anywhere. Whoever did this got us both? But why do you get to sit on the couch?

I shout to get your attention, quick, unbind me and let's get the fuck out of here.

You don't respond, maybe you're still knocked out? I scream this time, as much as I can with this gag muffling my every sound. Please, please wake up. Get me out of here.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up." You said, standing up without a hint of concern. Why aren't you scared? "I figured we needed a change of pace and scenery, don't you think?"

You did this. You brought me here. You drugged me. You stripped my unconscious body, bound my arms and legs, gagged my mouth, and chained me to the fucking wall. And then left me there. This was all your doing. I don't seem to notice tears streaking down my face, my eyelashes clumping together through my sobs. I look down as I begin to understand what fate has befallen me.

I raise my head to meet your gaze when I sense you squatting in front of me. Maybe if I give you the most pathetic, pleading eyes you'll untie me, we can start this over. You pat my cheek and then kiss it, undoubtedly getting salty tears on your lips.

The gag falls away from my mouth, now slack. "What the fuck are you doing where are we what are y-" my words cut off before I can even finish thinking, replaced by the sharp slap of your hand against the same cheek you'd just kissed. The juxtaposition of the two actions silences me.

"Shut the fuck up bitch this is for you"

For me? "What do you mea--" Another slap punctuates my unfinished question.

"Did I tell you to fucking speak? You stupid fucking whore, you wanted this." Not like this. "You've been talking about getting out of the city on your weekend. I'm doing this for you."

Not like this. I just wanted a quiet weekend away from the concrete hellscape of the city. I just wanted to see some trees, maybe walk in some dirt. "Daddy, please, no. This isn't what I meant."

You lean back, looking almost offended. "A whore like you doesn't want this? Fucking bullshit." You scoff. "Don't kid yourself, bitch. You need this just as much as I do." You palm the back of my head, driving my face into your crotch. I can feel your bulge, the pressure aching on the cheek you'd just slapped.

I can still talk my way out of this. "Please, Daddy. I don't know what you're talking about."

"You said you wanted to get out of the city right?"

"I mean yes, but--" Truthfully, I didn't know where the sentence was going. My odds of freedom were quickly diminishing.

"And you said you wanted to start leaning into more kinky areas right?"

Sure, with reason and logic and reality in mind. "Y-yes, but again-" SLAP. For a moment, I couldn't speak even if I knew what to say.

"So what the fuck are you complaining about? You fucking wanted this"

The words 'not like this' play like a LED message board in my head. "Daddy please. If I suck you cock will you let me go?" I negotiate, though my optimism only carries me so far.

"You don't seem to fully understand your predicament here. You're mine now, bitch." Your hand holds my jaw, pinching my mouth slightly open and a small amount of drool starts to puddle at the corner of my lips. "For the next 48 hours you don't think about work, you don't think about friends, you don't think about family, you don't think about anything." You lean in close to my ear. "Your only purpose will be as a human fleshlight for me."

My mind floods with a million things I need to do at home, to all the people who have no idea where I am, to my mere autonomy. My life doesn't get to be mine for the next two full days. "I-- I don't--" the words get caught in my throat, stuck in traffic between sobs. It's too much, I just want to go home. "I don't want to do this anymore." My voice feels whiny and pathetic.

"You don't want to do this anymore?" You raise your eyebrow. "You think you have a fucking choice?" Your voice grows bigger with each word and I get smaller. "You better be fucking careful, whore, before you piss me off"

I catch another whimper from falling out of my mouth. "Please, Daddy," I beg, voice shy and quivering. "Don't do this."

You stand up and look at me sighing down at me, maybe I've won.

"Be like that then."

I see a flash of light, a knife, to free me? But before I can begin thanking you, it's pressed lightly against my neck.

"Now you listen here, bitch." I feel the pressure of the blade pressing firmly against my skin now. The pain isn't sharp enough to have broken though yet, though. "This was all going to fun for both of us until you decide to fuck it up. You understand?" The metal quickly begins to warm to my skin and its presence feels somehow less threatening. "You are doing this to yourself."

And I guess it's true. I said I wanted to get away. I wanted to explore our kinky side more. I made a ruckus. It's my fucking fault I'm here and it's my fault I can't do anything about it.

"Fell that blade against your neck?" If you were trying, you failed to hide the amusement in your voice. "Yeah, that's the sharp side,"
I can tell, it nearly stings and my skin keeps getting caught on the blade. "This isn't any CNC fantasy anymore this is the real fucking thing."

My heart sinks. This is real.

This is real and there's no getting out of it.

"Now you listen real fucking close." You say as you bring your face closer to mine. "If you make one move out of line, if you complain at all, if you so much as lift a finger against me I will fucking hurt you." My spirit falters with every word you speak. You press the knife in a little harder, driving your point home. You're not afraid to hurt me. You don't care if it hurts, if anything, that's what you want from me. You intend to take it. "Can you get that through your stupid, slutty, thick skull?"

I gather my voice. "Yes, Daddy," I say, afraid to speak, afraid to move, afraid to breathe with the blade so firmly against my neck.

"Whose fucking fault is all this?"

"It's..." my shoulders fall as I resign. "it's my fault, Daddy."

Another slap across my face, to make sure I am firmly seated in my place. I let out a small cry, the rest of my breath escaping with a yelp as you roughly grasp my jaw with one hand and skillfully undo your belt with the other. You slap my face with the belt as you pull it out of the buckle. I can't tell if it was intentional.

Your cock damn near springs out of your underwear, you'd been waiting so long for this that it almost aches knowing you're finally about to feel the warmth of my mouth around you. The anticipation of your cock ramming down my throat makes my toes tingle under me. Instinctively, I reach to keep you at a distance but am met with the reminder that I can't fight this if I tried.

You squeeze my jaw again, opening my mouth just enough for you to shove the head of your dick in and I look up at you again. Daddy, please don't make me do this, please don't fuck my face like this.

"Now suck, bitch."

The air is thick with the scent of wax and sex, the candles’ flames casting a hellish glow over Annie’s immobilized body. She’s bound spreadeagle on the bed, wrists lashed to the wrought-iron headboard with braided silk ropes that gleam like liquid obsidian under the flickering light. Her legs are wrenched up to her chest, knees pinned to the mattress by leather straps studded with iron buckles, leaving her hips tilted and exposed—a feast on display. The dragon tattoo coiled around her right thigh seems to writhe in the heat, its crimson scales shimmering as her muscles strain against the restraints. The barbells through her nipples catch the light, silver glinting against flushed pink flesh, and the matching steel bar through her clit pulses with every ragged breath she takes.

The words “Good Girl” inked just above her swollen cunt taunt me, the cursive script stretched taut, daring me to test its truth. I take my time circling the bed, my boots heavy on the creaking floorboards. Her eyes track me, wide and dark, pupils blown with fear and want. The restraints don’t allow her to turn her head, so she strains to keep me in her sight, her chest heaving, the barbells trembling with each gasp. I stop at the foot of the bed, gripping her ankles, and lean forward until my shadow swallows her whole.

“You look divine like this,” I purr, my voice a velvet threat. “All that fire in your eyes, and yet here you are trapped”

My thumb brushes the steel bar in her clit, and she jerks violently, a shattered moan tearing from her throat. “Sensitive” I murmur, applying pressure until her hips buck against the straps. “But you knew that when you got this piercing, didn’t you? You wanted to feel every touch, every breath”

I flick the barbell sharply, and she screams, her back arching off the bed, the ropes biting into her wrists. “Look at you,” I growl, palming her cunt, my fingers slick with her arousal.

“Dripping for me already. That tattoo doesn’t lie, does it? You are a good girl… when you’re properly restrained.”

I don’t tease her. Not tonight. My hands clamp around her thighs, spreading her wider, the leather straps groaning as I test their limits. Her clit barbell glistens, begging for attention, but I ignore it, dragging my tongue up the inside of her thigh instead. She tastes like salt and desperation. The dragon’s tail twitches under my lips as I bite down, hard, and her cry shakes the room. “You’ll take it,” I snarl against her skin, my teeth marking the tattoo’s emerald flames.“You’ll take everything I give you.”

When I finally sink my mouth onto her cunt, it’s with a ravenous growl. My tongue flicks the steel bar, relentless, circling it like a predator toying with prey. Her hips jerk, but the straps hold her immobile, forcing her to endure the sensation. I suck her clit into my mouth, the barbell cold against my lips, and she sobs, her thighs trembling.

“Please!”

“Please what?” I pull back, my breath hot on her wet flesh. “Use your words, pet.”

“Please don’t stop,” she whimpers, tears streaking her temples.I laugh, low and dark. clit in slow, cruel circles. “You don’t give orders here.” My fingers replace my mouth, rubbing her “You’ll come when I allow it. Not a second sooner.”

She whines, her body straining, but I ease off, tracing her folds instead. Her pierced nipples are pebbled tight, the barbells begging to be twisted, so I oblige. My free hand pinches one, rolling it between my fingers, and she screams, her cunt clenching around nothing. “More” she gasps, her voice breaking. I tighten my grip on the l barbell, twisting it just shy of pain. “You’ll get more when I’m ready to give it.”

When I finally fuck her, it’s with calculated brutality. I plunge myself in one vicious thrust, her body stretching to accommodate me, her pierced clit grinding against my pelvis. She screams, her nails tearing at the ropes, but I don’t pause, don’t relent. My hands bracket her hips, holding her down as I pound into her, each stroke deep enough to bruise. The bedframe rattles, the candles sputtering in the draft, but I don’t care.

Her barbells jingle with every snap of my hips, a perverse music to accompany her cries. “Look at me,” I command, and her eyes snap open, glassy with tears.

“You wanted this. To be owned. To be ruined.” I slam into her harder, my thumb pressing down on her clit barbell, and her scream cracks into a wail. “You’re mine, Pet. Every scream, every tremor mine.”

Her climax builds like a storm, her thighs shaking, her cunt fluttering around me. But I deny her, slowing my thrusts to a maddening crawl. “N-no,” she sobs, her hips chasing friction. “Please, I need!” I slap her inner thigh, right beside the dragon’s snarling jaw. I decide what you get.”

“You need nothing, ” I growl. It takes hours. I fuck her raw, alternating between punishing speed and torturous stillness. When her clit barbell grows too sensitive, I switch to her nipples, twisting them until she screams.

When her wrists chafe from the ropes, I tighten them further, savoring her gasp. The dragon tattoo watches, its golden eyes gleaming, as I push her to the edge again and again, never letting her fall.

When she finally breaks, it’s volcanic. I’ve got her legs hooked over my shoulders, her cunt impaled on my cock, her clit barbell grinding against me with every thrust. My hand fists her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze… “Come,” I snarl, my voice feral. “Now”

Her scream is primal, raw, as her body detonates. Her cunt convulses, milking me, her clit pulsing wildly around the steel bar. I fuck her through it, ruthless, until her eyes roll back and her screams die to whimpers. Still, I don’t stop. I chase my own release, driving into her with bruising force, until her body goes limp, her head lolling, her breaths shallow.

Only when she’s unconscious, her cunt still fluttering around me, do I allow myself to finish. I spill into her with a guttural groan, my hips stuttering, my fingers leaving crescent moons in her thighs.

I leave her like that… bound, used, her piercings glinting in the candlelight, the dragon tattoo smirking in the shadows. The “Good Girl” script is smeared with sweat and cum, a testament to her surrender. No aftercare. No gentle touch. Just the echo of my growl in her dreams: “Mine.”

It had been ten agonizing days since Elsa became someone's property, and now she was enduring her third day as an "oral slave".

This morning, her master didn't demand a blowjob to wake him, instead he told her to prepare breakfast for both of them. He didn't indulge in bed, but rather commanded her to set the table. As he sat naked at the table, he spoke with authority. "Get under the table, on all fours," he ordered. And that's when it hit her. Of course, it wouldn't be that simple. "Yes, Master," she replied dutifully. So she crawled into that degrading position. "On all fours, like...a dog, his pet," she thought bitterly. From her low vantage point, all she could see was the bottom half of her master. She waited anxiously for further instructions, hoping against hope for a different outcome than what she knew deep down would come. "You know what to do, slave. Nothing like a good blowjob during breakfast to start the day. And you still have room for improvement in this area," he remarked coolly. And so she took him into her mouth, moving slowly and deliberately. The "cockwarming" from yesterday had given her intimate knowledge of his genitals.

Soon enough, he began moaning in pleasure- whether from the food or her oral service was unclear. He even complimented her."That's good," he grunted. "I don't feel your teeth anymore; you have more endurance and better technique." For a split second, the praise made her feel a sense of satisfaction before she harshly reminded herself that she was being used and humiliated. Why did it matter if she performed well? She was only doing what she needed to survive. Despite this inner turmoil, a blush spread across her face- although thankfully no one could see it under the table."Although you could probably go a bit deeper. Come on, push your limits," he urged.And so she did as she was told, trying to take him in further until she could feel his shaft deep in her throat. Her master seemed to enjoy it, but it didn't last long before her gag reflex kicked in and she had to pull away. "Don't stop, try again, my bitch," he commanded, pulling her head back onto his throbbing member. She gasped in surprise but managed to keep the gag reflex at bay.

After a few minutes of this torture, he finally pulled away and got up from the table. "See? You're making progress already!" he praised while masturbating in front of her. She couldn't see anything from under the table, but she recognized the sound of him reaching climax. Surprisingly, he finished on his own instead of on her or in her mouth. She remained on all fours as he brought over her own plate and placed it on the ground in front of her. "He wants me to eat like a dog? He truly is treating me as his pet this morning..." But that wasn't even the worst part. As she looked down at her fries, bread, and fruit, she noticed they were covered in a white fluid.

"Eat up, cocksucker. You need your energy for your tasks!" Her breakfast was coated in his semen. Even her meal would now have the taste of her Master's essence. For the rest of the day, she would constantly have that intimate flavor lingering in her mouth- an intentional reminder of who owned her. So she ate it all without complaint, struggling to finish her meal while still on all fours. At least she had been given a knife and fork- small mercies in this degrading situation. And through it all, Aldric watched her with delight. She was his personal spectacle.

She reluctantly donned her daily slave outfit, a reminder of her lowly status and constant humiliation. As she went to help around the castle, her master gave her one final instruction: He tied the lower end of her tattered top piece into a makeshift gag, Elsa's heart sank. He stripped away her last shreds of dignity and control.

It was another degrading position meant to silence her and constantly expose her body."You will perform every task like this," he said. "I don't think you need your mouth to clean anyways." With a sense of shame and embarrassment, Elsa left the personal chambers in this position.

The other servants, who were paid and didn't have to endure sexual demands from their superiors, saw her exposed breasts and knew exactly what was going on. Some gave her tasks as if nothing had changed, but others took advantage of the opportunity to grope and torment her. Elsa couldn't escape the constant reminders of her status as a mere object. Even Zarmina used any chance she got to assert power over Elsa. Despite initially seeming friendly, Zarmina reveled in having control over another human being. "After you're done with that, I'll need your help watering the plants," she taunted while groping her and pinching her nipples. She could only nod in response, unable to speak with the linen gag still forced between her lips. "By the way, you're pretty hot. I hope Aldric tells you that." She finished with a gentle caress before letting go.

Throughout the day, Elsa rarely saw her Master except for one time when she needed to use the restroom. As always, she was not allowed to lock the door. This routine had not changed since her arrival, but this time, Aldric opened the door while she was in the middle of relieving herself. Nervously, Elsa started to leave her place, apologizing. "No, please, go ahead," he said. "You were here before me." But instead of waiting outside, he watched her the entire time she was using the toilet, making her feel even more uncomfortable. Intimacy was not a concept that existed in this place.

As night fell, Elsa's humiliation continued. Lord Aldric summoned her to his chambers, where he removed the makeshift gag and ordered her to kneel before him. "You've endured much today, my pet," he said, stroking her hair. "Now it's time for your nightly duties." He instructed her to pleasure him orally while he relaxed in his chair. As she worked, he critiqued her technique, demanding she go deeper and faster. Tears pricked at her eyes from the strain, but she dared not stop.

When he finished, he praised her improvement. "You're learning well," he said. "Perhaps you've earned another reward." Elsa's heart raced, remembering the strange fruit from the night before. She would indeed like to taste another of the purple tangerines. Lord Aldric reached into a gilded box on the table beside him, retrieving one of the shimmering purple tangerines. He held it before Elsa, its iridescent skin catching the flickering candlelight. "Open," he commanded softly.

Elsa parted her lips, allowing him to place a segment on her tongue. As she bit down, a burst of sweet nectar filled her mouth. The familiar warmth spread through her body, muscles relaxing as a dreamy haze settled over her mind. "Good girl," Aldric murmured, feeding her another slice. "Let it soothe you." Elsa savored each succulent piece, relishing the tingling sensation that danced across her skin. By the time she'd finished the entire fruit, she felt boneless and euphoric, kneeling contentedly at her master's feet.

In the afterglow of consuming the magical fruit, she drifted off to sleep in her master's embrace with her mouth free.

--

The next morning, Aldric awoke before her and found her resting peacefully on his chest. He took advantage of this opportunity and inserted himself into her already open mouth, slowly thrusting until she woke up. Surprised, she reflexively bit down on his member, but regretted it immediately when he shouted in pain. He withdrew and struck her, not too hard but enough to convey his disappointment.

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to..." She tried to apologize, but he interrupted by grabbing her hair and inserting himself back into her mouth. This time, she knew better than to bite or protest as he held her still.

"Bad slave, look me in the eyes!" He reprimanded her. "That's your second strike. Overall, you're a good slave but you still need to learn from your mistakes."

She nodded, tears forming in her eyes as she continued to hold onto him. "Are you my personal cock-sucking bitch?" He asked sternly.

Again, she nodded. "Will you accept the small punishment I have for you today?"

Once again, she nodded in understanding. If she were to receive a third strike, the punishment would be even worse than before. "Okay then, back to work," her master said before forcefully thrusting his hips and using her hair to move her head. This was possibly the most brutal facefucking she had experienced from him yet, and it was what woke her up in the first place. Miraculously, she managed to suppress her gag reflex and when he finally reached climax, he released himself onto her face. His hot seed landed on her cheek, closed right eye, lips, and chin. "You will keep it on your face all day while you work. Do you understand?" Her master asked. "Yes, Master, I understand," she replied obediently. "Oh, and one more thing. Today, you will refer to yourself in the third person. You may call yourself 'bitch', 'slut', or 'cocksucker'. Do you understand?" "Yes... I mean... Your bitch understands?" She corrected herself quickly. "Good, but I prefer if you say 'this bitch understands'," he clarified. "Now then, prepare breakfast, get dressed, and go to work. And don't forget to thank the servants who compliment your... makeup." "Yes, Master."

Elsa made her way to the kitchen, acutely aware of the cooling semen on her face. As she entered, the cook, Marta, glanced up from kneading dough and gasped.

"My word, girl! What's happened to your face?" Marta exclaimed.

Elsa's cheeks burned with shame, but she remembered her instructions. "This... this bitch thanks you for noticing her makeup," she mumbled.

Marta's eyes widened in understanding, and she quickly turned back to her work.

As Elsa began peeling potatoes, Greta, the young scullery maid, approached. "Elsa, you've got something on your..." she trailed off, realization dawning. "Oh! Um, it looks... nice?"

"This cocksucker appreciates your kind words," Elsa replied.

In the garden, Zarmina raised an eyebrow as Elsa began watering the plants. "My, my, looks like someone's been busy this morning," she cackled. "That's quite the facial you've got there, girl."

Swallowing her pride, Elsa mumbled, "Thank you." She kept her eyes down, focusing intently on the vegetation before her.

Later, as she scrubbed the great hall's stone floor, the groundskeeper Rodrick passed by. He paused, leering at her. "Well now, aren't you a sight? Our lord must be mighty pleased with you."“This cocksucker thanks you for your compliment…”

Once evening arrived, she was finally given permission to take a shower and wash the semen off her face. Her owner joined her in the shower, caressing her buttocks and then her breasts. "Did you receive any comments from the others, my obedient slave?" "Yes, Master, this slut received many comments." "Good, now pleasure me with your hands and then your punishment will be lifted." She immediately began to work on him, using her hands to bring him to climax as he ejaculated onto her legs.

After taking a shower, she joined him in his room. She anticipated the same intimate act as the other day, but instead he said, "I want to see how well you can serve as a footrest." He instructed her to get on all fours with her back flat so that he could rest his feet and find a comfortable position while he continued reading. He assured her that this would be good training for her, and she didn't have to perform any sexual acts.

She obeyed his command, positioning herself face-down on the floor with her hands and knees planted firmly. She could feel her master's feet resting on her back. As before, she was allowed to drink from a nearby bottle of water. However, this lasted for hours and required great endurance from her. All the while it happened, she prayed that she would taste the tangerine again. That euphoric feeling was her solace in this place. And as soon as Aldric finished his reading, she was granted that familiar reward once more.

Her master ordered her to sleep with his member in her mouth, but she didn't mind. She knew the fruit would help her fall asleep peacefully. She just hoped that she wouldn't accidentally bite him again like she did this morning, or else the punishment for the third offense would be much worse than before.

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Thanks for reading! In the next part, Elsa will be collared, and her master will be visited by an Ork warchief...

Part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/1ickydy/nadine_and_lena_hire_a_maid_part_1_ff_ds_roleplay/

Lena was on her knees again, but not for the usual reasons.

Well, partly not. She looked like she was getting down at Nadine’s feet for the usual reasons. She wore the locking posture collar, which dug into her chin and neck if she tried to turn her head down or up.

Her tights rubbed on the carpet, her black pencil skirt riding up again as she shuffled forward. Her wrists, now cuffed together since leaving the bedroom, were the most well taken care of part of her body, along with her ankles, and her forward lean exposed her breasts through the crisp, white button-up blouse she wore. The cuffs were plush leather and a little fur-lined on the inside, very comfortable, cozy and workable, which would be important. 

Her lips were now sealed into the tape gag fully, and she was further silenced by the leather hood that pressed tightly along her cheeks, her mouth, her forehead and scalp. Her thick, black hair was pushed through the back into a full ponytail.

Not to mention the buttplug, which jostled inside her every so often and made her beyond wet, soaking her underwear and her tights.

Nadine sat on the couch, her legs crossed, looking down at Lena — no, she thought, she was the maid, now, not Lena — a book by her side, and her soft, normally kind features hardened into a curious mixture of desire and disdain. 

“Come here, maid,” Nadine said. Her bob and makeup were immaculate, and her green eyes shone in the afternoon light. Lena thought she was gorgeous, the most beautiful woman she’d ever set her eyes on, a tight, white sweater pressing her breasts and revealing her shapely curves, a long, black maxi skirt trailing by her ankles. 

Nadine Xu, the love of her life. Owning her like a complete slut. The thought was enough to make her…

She let out a little sound behind the tape and leather, and Nadine cocked an eyebrow up.

“Something to say, maid?” she asked, her tone calm, but a little icy. Lena shook her head.

“Good. I would’ve had to discipline you, and that’s not entirely what I was hoping to have to do so quickly,” she said. “Look around you.”

She did, and winced again. The party was a blur the night before, fun and happy and full of great times, but the trash, the spills, it all rankled at her. Lena was the neat-freak of the two, and the sight of all the mess irked her.

“You’re to clean all this up. Immediately, and without hesitation. Do a good job, and I will reward you. If you don’t…well, I could always educate you,” Nadine said, her eyes burning with a quiet intensity, her mouth doing the thing Lena loved when she dommed her. It was like she was slowly baring her teeth, like an animal. Lena’s heart pounded in her chest while she watched Nadine’s eyes trace her body like she imagined wolves did before they struck. 

And she hoped Nadine would strike, slam her to the ground and have her way with her. Nadine was tall and muscled, a gifted athlete and a chronic gym-goer. All it would take was one snarl, a vicious look in her eyes, and that would be the end of it for the maid, hauled back into the bedroom to experience all sorts of pleasure.

She was dripping wet. She could feel it, even smell it. Nadine leaned forward and snatched a fistful of her hair – the shock yanked her from her reverie and pulled her close to Nadine’s face. She whimpered, the pain tolerable but still pleasant, and more than a little arousing.

“Are you waiting for a bell?” Nadine asked the maid, the slut in her possession. “Get to it, maid.”

She half-tossed Lena by the hair, and she caught herself on her elbows. 

My GOD, she thought, as a raw pulse of electricity ripped through her in her ass due to the buttplug. She gasped and got to her feet gingerly, cuffs jingling.

“Wait,” Nadine said. She came over and cuffed her ankles together, too.

“Now you can begin.”

***

The cleaning took hours. Nadine slowed her down.

First it came with the praise.

“You’re doing an excellent job, maid,” Nadine said, looming behind her. She didn’t hear her come behind her, the scrub of her mop on the ground too loud. The maid gasped, but before she could turn, Nadine’s hand was on her throat, pulling her forward. She felt Nadine’s hips press against her ass, and she pushed back into her.

“Not yet,” Nadine warned, harsh and authoritative. She slapped her ass, hard, this time on the other cheek. Nadine lifted her skirt and laughed.

“Two handprints! So everyone knows my mark is all over you. Lean forward.”

Nadine didn’t give her much of a chance to comply on her own – she hooked her fingers around the metal on the collar and pulled her down. Her other hand unbuttoned the white blouse.

“Maybe you need a bit of extra motivation,” Nadine said. 

She felt them before she saw them — sharp, quick pain and pressure on her nipples. She gasped and groaned, twitching, and Nadine pushed her head.

“Stop moving,” she growled, and fit the other clamp on. 

She looked down — her nipples were erect, covered with clover clamps, which jangled with a pleasant pain every time she made a sudden movement. Nadine’s hands snaked under her arms and fondled her breasts.

“Get back to work, maid,” she whispered. “Consider this a bonus.”

And so the maid did. Lena embraced the role, embraced being that sexy, submissive slut, completely owned by Nadine. Her face was hot and heavy under the hood, and her feet hurt in the heels, but the pain was the price of being owned. If she got rid of them, she got rid of the sensation of being a maid, a personal belonging of Nadine.

She progressed through more chores — once she was done mopping, she went to dishes, scrubbing away with gloves while her clamps and locks jingled. She moved gingerly to avoid getting anything wet. Nadine, for her part, seemed to notice, and mostly left her alone when water was involved, though Lena could still see her lover — her mistress — skulking out of sight, reading her book while keeping a sharp, hungry eye on her maid.

Lena felt like Nadine was undressing her with her eyes, revealing her for the slut she was. She wanted to throw herself at Nadine’s feet and beg for a fucking, beg for something to get her out of her current state of denial. She was still on the brink, hours later, from when she’d almost came in the bedroom, and she was getting desperate. 

Every so often, while Lena vacuumed and tidied up, put pizza boxes in the garbage, cans in recycling, bottles on the shelves, Nadine would smack her ass, right on the buttplug and send a sharp jolt through her body. Lena would gasp and gurgle, and her clamps would bounce and pull on her nipples, the pain and pleasure signals mixed and lost and meshing together to become one —

And then Nadine would walk away, laughing.

Eventually, Lena finished her work, and knelt down at Nadine’s feet, once again, eyes down at her palms. Nadine flicked her book away and looked around. The scent of cleaning chemicals, lemon pledge and several new, burning candles exorcised the ghosts of the night’s party.

“Well done, maid,” Nadine purred. Lena kept her eyes down.

“Do you think you deserve a reward?” Nadine said. “Something to give you for your hard work?”

Lena nodded.

“Something from me?”

She nodded more vigorously.

“What do you want, maid?”

She mumbled something. Nadine frowned.

“Hmm, I can’t really hear you out here.”

She clipped something to Lena's collar, long and black and leather.

“Follow me,” Nadine said, and walked off, pulling the leash. Lena grunted and hobbled along on her hands and knees, her heart pounding with excitement.

The bedroom was as they left it, but a new toy was out — a thick strap-on. Lena’s eyes widened.

Nadine smirked and dropped the maxi skirt, dropped the sweater. “Up, slut,” she said, pointing to the bed. Her chest was rising and falling, and she had a deep, hungry look to her face that revealed a side of Nadine Xu that Lena didn’t often see.

She made her way up, gingerly.

“Move,” Nadine said, her voice rough. She was tightening the strap on around her waist, her fingers missing a few of the buckles, her breath coming fast. Lena took her time, making sure to present her ass as she clambered up, slowly, her cuffs jingling, breasts out. She slid one knee on the bed, paused, hiked up her skirt, revealing inch after inch —

“You’re too slow,” Nadine rasped, and she fell upon Lena.

Lena squealed, half-excited, half-surprised, but fully, completely, ready to be taken. Nadine grabbed her by the hair and shoved her down, another hand gripping her thighs. She used her nails and ripped a hole in her maid’s tights, shoved her head into the mattress.

“God, you’ve been a good slut today,” Nadine said, her breath hot and trembling in Lena’s ear. Lena could hear the rough, nearly uncontrollable lust. “Time for your reward.”

She slid the thick cock in, and Lena gasped. It felt like fire, like a rush of something that pulsed through her so nicely, and she almost came then and there.

“Don’t!” Nadine yelled, her pitch rising in pleasure and wild ecstasy, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, grabbing her maid’s collar, her wrists, anything she could get a hold of. “Don’t you fucking dare cum so soon! I’m not nearly done with you!”

Lena whimpered, her eyes rolling back, half-moaning and half-screaming behind her leather hood. Nadine dug her nails into her shoulder and pushed her down more, and she felt Nadine’s raw, heavy breath at the base of her neck.

“Do you like this, you slut? Do you like being mine, to do with what I please? Do you want to be like this forever?”

YES, Lena wanted to scream, but couldn’t behind her gags. All that came was the muffled yelping of a gagged maid, fucked mercilessly by her mistress.

Nadine flipped her roughly. She grabbed her maid’s thighs and yanked her close, her hair and blouse catching, and Nadine penetrated her again, eyes wild. Lena watched Nadine’s harsh, ecstatic face, teeth bared as she thrusted and thrusted and thrusted—

Oh God.

“Do you want to cum, you stupid slut?” Nadine growled. Lena nodded, delirium and subspace setting in, her eyes rolling in pleasure.

“Say it,” Nadine said. Lena mumbled something, breaths punctuated by the cock pushing into her in a rhythm.

“Say it louder,” Nadine warned, thrusting harder. Lena’s eyes bulged. She tried to sit up, to touch her love, but Nadine wrapped a hand around her collar and held her down, her grip resting along the posture collar.

“Tell me you want to cum, you slut!”

Lena screamed.

“Do it now!”

And Lena came. It felt like the world sharpened, the pressure pulsed, and then a full-body, rocking orgasm slammed into her, starting low then spreading up. She felt her legs trembling, the bed beneath her soaking as everything flowed, the sensation of the tape pressing against her lips, the cuffs against her wrists and ankles, all of it so much more intensely than before.

Nadine withdrew, panting, and removed the strap on. She immediately went to work on Lena’s cuffs, then her hood, then the buttplug. Lena was surprised by how cold the air was on her face, and on her lips when Nadine peeled the tape off gently.

“I’m here, my love,” Nadine said, her voice husky and nearly a rasp, but full of emotion, of quiet restraint. “I’m here.”

Lena tried to speak, but couldn’t. She trembled, clinging to Nadine.

“Wow,” Lena said, dumbstruck, the subspace fading. She rallied quickly after sessions like that, she knew, but this one was a big one. She’d be a little befuddled for a while. “That was –”

“That was incredible,” Nadine said. Her love was there, kind eyes shining. So, so beautiful. “New kink, I fear.”

“Maids?” Lena asked. Nadine nodded. 

“You specifically, yes.”

“We can make it a regular occurrence,” Lena mumbled.

“Maybe,” Nadine said. “It could be part of that whole weekend thing you wanted to do.”

Lena climbed deeper into her embrace. “That’d be great. I wanted to talk to you about that actually. Plan it out, so we can have a really good time.”

Nadine smiled, so warm and so happy. “How about I make us some coffee, get out the ice cream, and you can tell me all about it?”

My predicament may seem harsh and cruel, as from behind my gag its dripping drool, Price I pay for being a brat at school, the new student not being a fool.

The shiver down my spine run ice cold, as this reality slowly takes hold.

The goosebumbs on my flesh showing clear, as I sense his Presence near.

Held in place by bonds so tight, my eyes pleading as my muscles fight.

This is the price i pay, For being a brat so to say

My dread and fearful desperation, somehow changed into lustful longing temptation.

I yern this this new feeling turning into content, eventhough I have not given consent.

I crave his essence, his soul to touch, My minds reeling, anticipation to much.

The feeling overwheling ever so strong, Making my heart cry for something, i've been missing for so long.

I hear him speak and this he say, As from today You are mine, Youl stay

I close my eyes like im ready to pray, accepting my faith, my worries melting away.

In this New forced reality I to wish to stay.

Sunday: Inspection Day

Your alarm blared at bedside and you quickly silenced it. 6am. You sat up in your bed and looked to your side. Good, daddy was still sleeping. He HATED being woke up early on Sundays.

You stretched and rolled your neck. Your body ached. But that good ache. You grinned as you spread your legs and admired the hickeys on your inner thighs. Daddy sure did like to mark you.

You got up and headed to the bathroom. It was time to start your Sunday morning routine. First, you stripped down and inspected yourself in the mirror. You had a slight bruise on your ass, and you noticed another hickey, but on your neck. Daddy must have been a little out of control last night, you thought to yourself. He’s usually so careful not to leave marks that could be seen out in public.

You smiled as you start to fill the tub with warm water and get out your razor. You then shaved your legs, and did a slight touch up between your legs. You knew what daddy would be looking for today. After you were done you settled into the bath. You laid your head back and placed a warm wash cloth over your eyes.

After 10 minutes to yourself, reflecting on last night. A huge smile spread cross your face. You sighed contentedly, and emptied the tub. Then you took a long shower. You thoroughly washed every inch of your body. You then washed your hair. You got out of the shower, and dried off.

You left the bathroom and quietly made your way back to the bedroom, careful not to wake daddy. You got out your coconut oil and applied it liberally all over your body, making your skin smooth and shiny.

You put on your neon green panties that daddy bought you, as well as your Sunday shirt. You almost giggled looking at the shirt daddy made you wear on Sundays. “Daddy’s Dumb Lil’ Girl” it said. You shook your head, and blushed, butterflies in your belly, as you put it on.

Then you started on your hair and make-up. You put your hair into braided pigtails. You put on your black lipstick. You fid up your eye make-up, and made yourself up the way daddy liked. It WAS Sunday after all, so you knew you had to be presentable.

After that was done you went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Egg whites and turkey bacon. Coffee. You made sure to have daddy’s cigarettes and ashtray on the table. You put his breakfast plate in the oven to keep it warm. Then you went to wake up daddy.

You entered the bedroom, and approached the bed. You slipped under the covers, and between daddy’s legs. You started slow. Placing little kisses on his cock. Then little licks. Daddy started to stir as his cock hardened, and you took him Into your mouth. Soft…slow…lovingly you coaxed him awake. He started to move. He started to lightly moan. “Good morning Princess” you heard him say.

“Good morning daddy” you said with a mouth full of cock. You knew how much it turned daddy on when you did that. After another 5 minutes of working over daddy’s cock you heard him let out a growl, and you felt him release into your mouth. You loved the way daddy tasted, and greedily swallowed down your breakfast.

Daddy got up and got dressed as you quietly laid in the bed observing him. Finally he said “Assume the position.” You dutifully got off the bed and went to him. You turned your back to him and got on your knees. “I hope you’ll be a good girl this week.” He said, as he reached around you and put your collar on. You felt your heart skip a beat. This was one of your favorite parts of the week. This ritual to mark that you were his.

“You may get up.” He said and you sprang up and kissed him on the cheek “Thank you daddy for collaring me, I love you.” You said. “I love you to jellybean” he replied as he slapped your ass. “Is breakfast ready?” You replied “Of course.” as you and he went to the kitchen.

You served daddy his breakfast, poured his coffee, and then dutifully got on your knees next to him and stayed silent as he ate and scrolled through his phone. The only time you moved was when he pulled out a cigarette from his pack and you lit it for him. “Good girl.” He said as he patted you on the head, and you felt yourself melt.

“Are you all ready?” He asked as he stood up from the table. “Yes daddy” you replied, “Where do you want me?” “Let’s move this into the living room” he said. You silently followed behind him as he walked into the living room. He took a seat on the couch, and you stood before him.

He looked at you and then asked sternly “Are you ready to begin?” You nodded your head yes, as you felt the butterflies in your tummy start to anxiously flitter to and fro.

“What are you?” Daddy asked. You took a deep breath and replied “I am daddy’s possession. His sub. His toy. His lil girl. His slut. I am everything and anything daddy wants.” You said. A big smile crossed your face as daddy said “Good girl!” You remembered how long it took you to get that right. How the first 3 or 4 weeks you had belt marks on your ass from the spankings daddy gave you until you finally memorized it completely.

“Strip.” Daddy said, and you complied. First you took off your shirt and folded it nicely and placed it on the floor. Then you removed your panties and folded them as well, placing them atop your shirt. Daddy didn’t like it if you were messy.

Daddy got up, and slowly walked around your naked body. “Arms out and to your sides.” he said sternly, and you complied. He ran a fingertip down the small of your back, and your flesh goose pimpled. You sucked in air between your teeth, but you didn’t move.

Daddy squatted down behind you. “Bend over” he said, and again, you complied. Putting your hands down on the floor to support yourself. You blushed bright red as daddy spread your ass cheeks apart. You could hear him inhale deeply. He was checking your holes. Making sure you would be presentable to him and others for the upcoming week. Checking that you were washed, shaved, and also making sure he and your other Dom hadn’t caused you any damage.

“Stand back up.” He said as he walked around to face you. He played gently with your hair. He cupped your breasts. You were practically leaking. You ALWAYS got like this on inspection day. Him closely examining every inch of you was such a turn on.

Daddy continued his inspection. Your legs, chest, pussy, even your feet. Then he leaned in close to your neck and deeply inhaled. “Mmmm. Delicious.” He whispered. You smiled in glee, knowing you had passed your inspection with flying colors.

“Kiss me.” Daddy said. You frowned. This….this wasn’t good. You felt your stomach drop. Usually after Daddy smelled your neck it was a sign that inspection was over. He’d give you a swat on the ass, tell you what a good girl you were, and he’d have you get dressed.

“I said….KISS me Dani.” Your heart sank further. You knew you were in trouble when he called you by name. And even worse, you realized what was about to happen. You leaned in and kissed daddy on the mouth. He placed his hand on the back of your head and held you there in that kiss. His lips and tongue were urgent. You loved when daddy kissed you. He always kissed like it would be the last time his lips would ever touch yours.

Then he pulled back from the kiss. “What did you forget?” he asked. You looked towards the floor and tears welled up in your eyes. “Little girl. WHAT. DID. YOU. FORGET?” He growled sternly.

“I…I…I forgot to brush my teeth today daddy.” you said barely above a whisper. You looked up at him, to see him already removing his belt. “Since you have been so good the last few inspections, I’m only going to give you 5 lashes with the belt. Understand?” he asked. “Yes daddy.” You said meekly.

You knew what to do, you went over to the dining room table, and bent over it, exposing your ass to him. “You WILL count them out. Understand?” He said. You shook your head yes.

You braced yourself for what was coming, your mind in a fog. You hated punishments. But you loved the pain. In fact part of you wondered if subconsciously you hadn’t brushed your teeth on purpose that morning. And then you felt it “WHAP” the belt struck your ass accompanied by a metal jingle “FUCK! Oh..ah…ONE!!!” You screamed.

Tricky daddy. He was only giving you 5 lashes, but he was using the side with the buckle. It seemed like minutes passed as you enjoyed the sting and braced for the next one. “WHAP! WHAP!” Two this time, in quick succession. “TWO! TH-THREE!” you cried. Your ass throbbing already. You could still feel exactly where that buckle hit you.

You were beyond turned on now. Your juices were literally running down your legs as you took your punishment like a good girl. Two more fast hard strikes and it was done. You were crying. But it was such a good cry. Pain did something to you. You felt a release. And it always made you feel closer to daddy when he gave you the pain you craved.

Just then daddy gently helped you up from the table. He turned you around and kissed your forehead. “Are you ok little one?” He asked. “Yes daddy, you said meekly. “You know I only punish you to keep you in line. Right?” He asked, and you nodded. But daddy knew. Daddy knew another reason to punish you.

As daddy placed little butterfly kisses on your cheeks and forehead, whispering what a good girl you were, his hand had snaked between your legs. His fingers had begun to slide their way into your wet, needy cunt.

“UGH” you moaned as daddy fucked you with his thick fingers. Touching you, pressing in all the spots he knew you loved. He even did his little daddy trick where he traced words with his fingers inside you. You giggled. “I love you TOO daddy!” You exclaimed. You had gotten QUITE good and recognizing the words he would trace.

Finally, as he was kissing your neck you wrapped your arms around daddy to stabilize yourself and your body shook. You came, and you came HARD. You always did on inspection day. As you leaned against daddy breathing heavy, he brought his fingers to your mouth. You sucked on them, tasting your juices as you cleaned daddy.

“Go shower. I’ll make your breakfast.” Daddy then said as he slapped your ass. “Yes daddy.” You said obediently. And as you walked to the bathroom in a daze, you wondered what daddy had in store for the rest of the week….

Up next: Monday - Daddy Dinner

-- PART 1 -- GUESTS

The first hour went by slowly, Nile could barely keep his posture, let alone try to stay quiet. His mind is racing with millions of thoughts, trying to listen to the surroundings and trying his best to stay quiet, fearing someone may accidentally go inside and see his current state. After what felt like an eternity, his fear finally came true, the door opened, letting in what little dim of light the salon had in that back corner.

Even though his heart starts to beat faster, Nile was secretly hope whoever just came in will release him from his predicament. The person quietly enters the room, approaches Nile, and blindfolds him from behind. The door opened wider a second time, and another footstep approached.

Nile was released from his predicament. The two women were talking in Chinese, and he had no clue what they were saying. The next thing he knew, he was bent over a table, with a dildo in his mouth. Before he could settle down, a cold liquid was poured over his ass. A soft hand starts to massage it a little, spreading it around his anus. Immediately, a cold dildo slowly inserts into his ass, and the fucking begins.

The dildo must have been at least 7 inches, although Nile couldn't tell. All he could do was mourn and tries his best to relax as she fucks him with increasing speed and strokes. The fucking continues for forever. When it finally stops, she pulls out completely and walks away, only to be replaced with another person, and then it starts all over again.

There was nothing that Nile could do to stop the fucking session by two unknown females. At that time, he couldn't even keep his mourning and struggling, forgetting about the fact that he was in the storage of a public salon. As the dildo continues to stimulate his prostate, it gives him some pleasure, something that he has not experienced before.

Finally, she stops. She pulls out and shoves a big metal buttplug in his ass, then whisper in his ears in English.

"A slave ass is always plugged".

He was then released from his table. She puts on the metal handcuffs and ties a chain into it, pulling him with her. They walk out of the storage into the dimly lit area of the salon. He can see there are customers in the front, but it seems like they are oblivious to his current predicament.

She leads him into another room, with more decoration and light. Nile can fully see whoever was playing with him this whole time. She was petite with a slim figure, short hair, with perky nipples, and very gorgeous.

The room is fairly clean, with two hair stations, two spa chairs, and two massage beds. Nile never knew about this part of the salon, as he thought this was advertised as a hair salon. This must be the VIP area, he thought.

"Your punishment is simple, you will obey anyone in this room, including our VIP guests."

"Since I'm generous, I will let you go wash."

"Take him into the washroom and clean up". She commands.

There were two employees came out and took him to the bathroom area, shaved his legs and pubic hair, then washed him down. They dress the Nile in a golden collar, golden wrists, and ankle cuffs, and finally, insert an anal hook with 3 big steel balls in his ass. The hook is chained to his collar, and tightened, making sure he always stands up straight. They then attach his nipple with metal, golden clamps, and a wooden sign that says "Slave in training".

"You look more appropriate now. Behave and I will forgive you. Remember, this is your punishment because you disobey me." Helen walks in.

Helen then locks Nile's cock in a metal cock cage, and lock it. She hands him the key and tells him to put it on her neck for her.

"Whack, whack, whack"

Three quick slashes with her whips followed right after they made it to the main room area.

"If you don't obey or do anything inappropriate to our guests, every one of my employees who works in this room can punish you, understood?"

"Yes, Mistress". Nile whispered.

"Good. Now I have to go manage the salon, my manager will take care of you and the guests in here."

Eve

Your position at Grace Law Group has been terminated…

I couldn’t continue reading the email. Tears welled in my eyes, I didn’t understand what to do. I’d been at my job as a solicitor for five years now, previous to that I was a legal secretary in the same place. Now… now, they don’t want me because I made one little mistake.

“Scott, can you get in here,” I found myself hollering through the house. My husband’s footsteps calmed my beating heart as he came barreling into my office.

“What’s wrong?”

Tears were streaming down my face as I stared at the doorway where Scott appeared. He crossed the room to me and took my face in his hands.

“I lost my job,” I blubbered. I was in hysterics now, crying into my husband’s hands. I couldn’t control myself any longer. He had always been the immovable object in my life. Whenever the wind would change I always knew I could take shelter against him.

Scott began to chuckle. As if this was some kind of laughing matter.

“Why’re you laughing at me?” I cried out.

His thumb began to rub soothing circles over my skin. I looked up at his masculine face. His rugged jawline covered up by his beard, his piercing hazel eyes, his heavy brow bone that made him look so manly. He was a software engineer but sometimes I liked to imagine he was a lumberjack, didn’t take much either, he looked and sometimes dressed like one.

“I’m laughing because I thought something actually bad happened.”

I frowned at that. “Something bad did happen.”

“No, that job made you miserable.”

“But, I need to have a job, Scott. We need the money,” I half sobbed, half spoke. My speech was still ravaged by crying even as I tried to steady it.

“No honey, we haven’t needed the money for three years. I got a promotion and then another. You can relax.”

I shook my head as best I could while he was holding my face. I had no idea how to relax. I had been so dedicated to my career, that was the sole focus of my life. When it wasn’t my career though I was focusing on the gym. If it wasn’t the gym I was planning something. There wasn’t really a time I wasn’t doing anything. In fact if there was my whole body would feel jittery like there was something seriously wrong.

“I dedicated almost a decade to that company, Scott. I thought they would promote me soon. I thought I was going to make partner.”

Scott let go of my face but his eyes still held mine. He smoothed my hair back out of my eyes. My face became hot and the tears burst again. I buried my face in my own hands whilst Scott stood above me. I couldn’t stop crying no matter how hard I tried. My body shook. Sobs raked through me, making me shudder like corrugated iron in a storm.

This went on for several endless minutes as Scott did his best to shush me and console me. I didn’t need him to take my demons away, I just needed him to stand there while I worked it out. He knew that and he stood in place as he always did.

“I want you to take some time off. I don’t want you looking for a new job.”

His words cut through the clouded air of my mental breakdown. Something about how final they were shocked me through and through. I let my hands peel from my face as I looked up at him. Scott wiped the tears from under my eyes and nodded as if he was confirming what he just said to me.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He was cupping my face again and this time he lowered his head a little. I was encapsulated by him even now even in these moments. He always had me.

“I’m telling you as your husband, you’re taking time off. At least six months before you start looking again,” he told me.

This wasn’t the Scott I knew. He could be firm at times, he was even known to put his foot down, there were things I deferred to him but not anything this big. Nothing huge and important and life changing.

“I don’t understand?”

He eyed me carefully. “What is there not to understand?”

“I just…I um–”

“Yes?”

“Are you telling me what to do, like we’re in the 1950s?” My crying had dried up completely as shock took over my body.

“You worked yourself into the ground for those people. You’re stressed, anxious, and you’re not yourself. I’m your husband and I promised to take care of you, this is me taking care of you.”

I wasn’t sure I hated the sounds of it, even though I should have.

“But money…” I argued, but even I could hear the weakness of it in my own voice.

“If you accuse me of not being able to support you one more time, I’m going to take you over my knee.”

Another shock zipped through me.

“Do I have this straight? You tell me what to do with my own career. You want me to be a stay at home wife. Now, if I don’t do as you say, I get spankings?” I wasn’t trying to yell but my voice raised into a shriek.

A darkness flashed over Scott’s face and a small groan slipped out of his mouth. My eyes flickered down to his pants for a moment and he grew right there and then. Arousal stirred in my core as well but this wasn’t right. He couldn’t do this. I should have known he had the potential to but I never thought he would follow through. I’ve always been independent and career oriented and Scott never seemed to mind. He always assured me he loved me for everything else that I was and those aspects of myself were just the cherry on top. I think that’s what drew me to him. Because I knew he would still want me even if I toppled over in my career, even if I changed my mind later on.

“Yes, I think I have let you go on too many things and now you think you run the show,” his voice dropped an octave. I frowned at him.

“We’re partners, perfect equals,” I countered.

Scott gripped my jaw with one large hand.

“You always say yes to every social occasion for both of us and never even consider if I want to go. You buy all the groceries and don’t even consider if I want a say–”

“I always get your favourite stuff,” I cut him off.

Scott flashed me a look that made my lips press together. Oh he means business.

“As I was saying, you don’t ask if I ever want to join you, you don’t ask me when you make changes to the house which my name is also on. You never seem to have a free weekend, which means I never have a free weekend… even when I want to do nothing but sit down sometimes. Most of the time you just do what you want and I let you go because I love you and I usually don’t give a shit. But, you’ve run yourself ragged. Look at you, sweetheart, you’re crying making yourself sick over some job. I can’t have that.”

I let his words rush over me. I thought them through, one statement at a time. He told no lies, not even a small one. Those were all things I was guilty of. I was about to cry again.

“I need you to tell me what’s happening because I’m about to cry again. I didn’t mean to not consider you… I feel terrible.”

“Don’t feel terrible. What is happening is that I am in charge until further notice because your brain needs a little break,” he chuckled. “Your only job is to relax.”

“So what now? I don’t get a job, I just sit around the house? Or what am I going to be like your little 1950s housewife? You want me to get dolled up every morning as well?” I burst. My emotions were getting the better of me.

Scott laughed, a deep dark chuckle. “You know I was just trying to give you a little break from being an overachiever but I like the sound of that.”

“Scott,” I cried.

“Yes sweetheart?”

I didn’t know what to say to him. I just leaned forward into his hand, he let go of me and soon my face was pressed against his stomach. Scott’s arms came around me, hugging me to him.

“I don’t know how to live like this. This whole thing confuses me. Everything about what you’re saying confuses me,” I grumbled against his body.

“You don’t need to know anything, I’m in charge, that’s the whole point.”

I sighed and held him closer.

Scott leaned down and pushed his hands under my half raised ass before scooping me up. On instinct I wrapped my legs around his waist and he began carrying me through the house. Before I knew it we were in the bathroom and he was setting me down on the toilet lid. I sat with my legs curled up to my chest as I watched him. He turned the water on for the bath and started pouring salts and bubble bath into it. It made me chuckle to see my manly man do something like this.

Once he was satisfied with himself he turned around and gave me a pointed look. “You’re going to strip off, get into the tub, and enjoy yourself. I’ll go get you a magazine or a book to occupy your mind. I’m going to cook dinner. I expect you to relax then slip into something comfortable, I’ll let you know when I’m almost done with dinner so you can get yourself organised.”

Scott didn’t even let me respond, he just said what he had to say and walked out of the bathroom. He left the door swinging wide open. I stood up on shaky legs and began to strip. I wasn’t sure why I listened, I guess because a bath did sound really good. By the time I was naked and placing my clothes on the wrack so I could take them to the laundry later, Scott was back with a couple of my books from the shelf.

“What if I drop it in the water?” I asked.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

He was so sure about everything he had no worries and in a way it made my mind fall silent. I nodded even though a part of me was unconvinced. I picked one of the books he presented to me then placed it on a little stool we kept by the bath in case we had a drink or something with us. But, it had been years since I took a bath like this.

“The water is getting full, I’m going to go cook,” he said before bending down and pressing a kiss to my lips. I grabbed his waist and pulled him to me, sinking into him. Scott’s hands found my ass, palming it and kneading into it. I couldn’t help but moan. He nipped at my lip and I pulled back, blinking up at him. He chuckled at me and pulled away.

“Bath. Now.”

His commands wrang through me.

“Yes sir,” I found myself grumbling back and I wasn’t sure it was sarcastic.

Scott looked at me and let go before disappearing out of the bathroom. I was left there to do as he said. I slipped into the now full bath, turned the water off and picked up my book.

“Eat,” Scott commanded from beside me. We plated our food then wandered over to the living room as usual to put on a show or a movie and eat while we watched. Scott had made a chicken stir fry with some rice on the side. We were side by side on the couch with the coffee table in front of us, where the food was perched.

“I am eating,” I said.

“No, you took all of three bites, now you’re pushing your food around the plate, getting ready to tell me you’re full.”

My face flushed hot and red.

“You’re taking this whole thing very seriously, aren’t you?” I snapped, pushing my plate away.

Scott dropped his fork on his plate with a clunk and turned to face me. His eyes were smouldering, his shoulders were squared. I felt like I had just shrunk right in front of him.

“I am serious when it comes to you, Eve.” The way my name rolled off his tongue, I knew I was in deep shit. I wasn’t even sure what I was afraid of except that Scott suddenly had this dominant aura emanating off him. Was this here the whole time? Sure when we fucked he could be rough, throw me around like a rag doll, tell me what to do and how to position myself for him. I’d received a couple warning slaps to my ass when I wasn’t riding him the speed I should have been. But, this was different, we weren’t in the bedroom.

I stared back at him. My lips pressed together, he looked between me and my plate.

“Now eat before I feed you.”

My nostrils flared. I knew he was being serious now. I knew now that every single thing he said to me was to be taken seriously no matter how ridiculous it sounded. I continued to eat as we watched, just as Scott told me to. I refrained from playing with my food lest I get another command or death stare from him. When I was three quarters finished with my plate my stomach began to protest at me. I put it down on the table and found myself eyeing Scott as if I was asking him permission to stop eating.

This truly was the beginning of the end.

Scott looked back at me as if he could sense my gaze. He looked between me and my plate and nodded.

“You can relax,” he chuckled.

“You’re not going to feed me?” I found myself half snapping.

Scott wrapped a large hand around my throat. “I’m not going to back down from taking care of you, even if you act like a little brat about it Eve. So, keep acting like this, see where it gets you. See where that smart mouth gets you.”

Defiance flared inside me. I couldn’t believe he was acting like this. “Where does it get me, Scott?”

He let go of my throat and I thought that was the end of it. But a moment later his hands were around my waist and I was flying through the air. He picked me up. A squeal escaped me as he pulled me over him, pushing me to the ground on my knees between his legs. Scott’s hand was punching my hair up into a pony and with his other hand he pulled his hard cock out of his pants. “If you even think about biting me, Evie, I’ll fuck your ass and I won’t be using as much lube as I did last time.”

I wasn’t sure how real that threat was but I knew not to mess with a man and his cock.

Scott had always been well endowed. His long thick cock was staring up at me. Previous to this I was happy to give him a blow job, usually on the weekend, of a morning in bed, before I dragged him out somewhere. I always thought he’d prefer to be out but maybe I was wrong and maybe subconsciously I knew that, hence all the pre-event blow jobs, hence why he probably didn’t argue with me too much.

“Is this going to be part of the deal?” I asked. “I suck your cock whenever you tell me to?”

Scott groaned and pushed my face onto his cockhead. I sucked on the tip and massaged around it with my tongue before he pushed me down to the base, gagging me a little.

“Yes,” he hissed. “I’m in charge. I’m completely in charge, sweetheart.”

He pulled me up and down his cock a few times, gagging me as he pleased. He knew exactly what he was doing. Arousal flooded me. My thin pyjama shorts would be soaked after this.

“You better get used to it,” he then said. I wasn’t sure if he was talking about him being in charge or me sucking his cock whenever he decided I needed a mouth full of cock.

Scott bobbed my head up and down his length, rhythmically. I let my mind go blank like TV static as he took complete control of me. I was like a vehicle for his pleasure. I was already doing a good job because all I had to do was sit there and take it. The thought was comforting, more than comforting. My eyes watered as he gagged me, but he didn’t keep it up long enough for me to sputter. I was used to his size so my gag reflex had grown pretty experienced over the years. When we first started dating I would choke all over his cock and I wasn’t even taking him particularly deep, I just couldn’t suck cock. I’d never done it before with my two previous boyfriends but Scott made me feel at ease.

Now, he gagged me on purpose. He pressed my head down and held me there until I jumped up and sputtered. He let go of my head just enough that it could move on its own accord. Tears had streamed down both my cheeks, they were caked and drying. I stared up at him.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” He chastised me. His hand was in my hair again, exercising his control over me.

The blow job, well, face fucking, had made me somewhat more pliable. I was wet, my pussy was tingling. All I wanted was for him to bend me over and fuck me into the couch. Perhaps, if I played my cards right I would get just that. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know if I believe you,” he said, his tone amused. He was fucking with me.

“How about you bend me over this couch and I’ll show you how sorry I am?”

“You think I’m dumb or stupid? You’re not getting what you want that easily. Now, open up.”

I opened my mouth and he pushed me down onto his cock once again. He used my mouth but this time to my relief he avoided choking me. He bobbed my head up and down, up and down. I let my mind turn off once again. Our show was still playing in the background and I was missing it. Damn him.

“When I come, you better swallow,” Scott said in warning.

I groaned around him.

Yuck. I never swallowed.

He laughed as he pushed into my throat and held me there. I felt squirts of cum against the back of my mouth. Scott continued to cum, cursing under his breath as he held me in place. He pulled out of me then clamped his hands over my mouth, leaning down so he was eye to eye with me.

“From now on, you’ll swallow when I say so.”

I stared right back at my husband. He was trying to show me he really called all the shots. I could have bit through his hand and spat his cum at him but instead I swallowed.

“Good girl, open up,” he said, patting my head like some damned dog. I opened my mouth and he inspected it before nodding.

Scott reached down and grabbed me around my sides, lifting me onto the couch. He had always been one to man handle me so at least that much I was used to. I laid against him on the couch for a few moments before he leaned back and grabbed my hair from the back of my head, angling me to face him.

“I read about something called cock warming on the internet a while back. I knew you wouldn’t go for it, but I think we should try a few new things out now that things have changed,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“You hold my cock in your mouth while we watch a show or a movie, or I read a book or whatever really,” he explained.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What do I get in return?” Scott laughed. “What part of, I’m in charge, what I say goes, don’t you get?”

“I think you’re using this whole thing to just get what you want,” I huffed.

“Oh no, I want my wife to stay at home, and try new sex things with me, I’m a monster,” he mocked me.

“Why do you get to be in charge?” I frowned.

“Because you weren’t very good at it, now it’s my turn.”

“You always had a say,” I countered.

“If you were hell bent on something and I really mean hell bent, no one on this earth could have made you change your mind.” Scott laughed as he spoke, he wasn’t mad at me, he was just recalling things as they were. I huffed and opened my mouth.

“You’re being such a good girl, you might even get something in return like you wanted.”

I went to speak but Scott lowered my head into his lap. I pulled his semi-hard cock into my mouth before getting comfortable there.

The next week passed in a rather uneventful fashion. The next day I had to go back to work and hand in my laptop and charger while Scott went to work. I was emotionally exhausted when I came back around midday. I took another bath, thinking of the one Scott ordered me to take. It worked to settle my tense body. After that I cooked us dinner and waited for Scott to come home. I was in no mood to give him attitude and he wasn’t being so bossy either. We had dinner and once our movie was over he flipped me onto my stomach without warning and fucked me right on the couch. It was blissful.

Since then, we have done much of the same thing. But each passing day I was growing more and more bored. Jittery.

It was four-o’clock in the afternoon on a Friday and I had just started prepping dinner. I was making a roast chicken in the oven with seasonal vegetables and potatoes. Nothing too fancy but I knew Scott would enjoy it. That was another thing. I had been thinking more and more about my husband. More about what he might like me to be wearing when he got home, more about what he would like for dinner. Maybe a part of me felt a little bad that he would be supporting me from now on. I also felt guilty for how much I was enjoying not having to work. I was waking up at eight instead of six. I was taking long showers or absolutely luxurious baths. I was catching up on my reading, shows, everything I couldn’t make time for before when I was staying up doing extra work after dinner.

As my timer for the oven rang out I heard the front door. I rushed for the roast and pulled it out of the oven and onto the heat proof mat I had prepared. It was situated by the stove top. Our kitchen was like a U-shape with the oven and stove being in the back centre. Sometimes I hated the layout but it was functional, as Scott would say. I turned around, flushed, as I felt Scott’s presence in the entryway of the kitchen.

“What did my girl get up to today?” He raised a brow at me.

“You’re home early,” I just replied.

“That’s not what I asked.” There was that stern voice. He was pulling out his stern voice a lot these days. All it did was turn me on and make me feel defiant.

I stepped away from the counter toward Scott. He grabbed me around my waist as soon as I was in arm’s reach and pulled me flush to him.

“I woke up this morning around 9,” I began, humouring him. “I did one of those at home workout pilates things. I made some food, I watched one of my shows, then I took a bath but put pyjamas on again.” My eyes cast down to my outfit and he chuckled. “Then I took the chicken out to defrost while I did, hmm not much else, then I cooked the chicken, and now we’re here.”

“Sounds like you had a good day,” he said.

“I guess I did.”

“Also, I’m home early because I had no work to do so I left. Sometimes that happens,” he explained.

His hands were pressed into my ass the whole time we talked, he was practically massaging me. It was turning me on. He knew what he was doing.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

He chuckled. “Well, you were never home before me.”

“Oh…”

Scott bent down, his lips pressing against mine. He caught me up in a world ending kiss. I pressed onto my tip toes, desperate for more of him. My arms wrapping around his neck, keeping him bent down toward me. I was breathless and he was my oxygen. I let myself get lost in him, in his smell, in his rough yet soft touch.
“Baby,” he managed to mumble as he pulled off me just an inch.

Our foreheads rested against one anothers.

“Yes?”

“If we let this get too far, the food will grow cold,”

“Okay…”

I managed to peel myself off him. As I turned around a sting spread through my ass. That rat bastard spanked me. I almost shot a glare over my shoulder but I was too high from our kiss to respond properly. I went and made up two plates of roast and vegetables. Usually we plated our own food but sometimes we plated for each other.

“Maybe we should sit at the table,” I said walking our food over into the conjoined dining room. We hardly used it to dine, but it did exist.

“Why’s that?” Scott asked, hot on my tail.

“I think we need to talk about this whole me being at home you being in charge thing,” I said. I placed his food at the head of the table and mine to the adjacent side. Scott and I sat down and he nodded at me. I took a bite of my food trying to think over what I had to say.

Scott’s face changed. “If you’re really miserable like this we can call it done, experiment over,” he began.

“No,” I cut him off.

“Are you saying you want to continue this way?” he cocked his head to one side.

“I’m saying I don’t want things to go back to how they were. I am not proud of some of the things you pointed out to me.”

“Then what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“I’m a bit bored. I don’t know what my place is. I don’t really know who I even am like this,” I admitted.

“You’re my wife.”

“But beyond that?”

“You can be whoever you want to be, Eve. That’s the point. I’m giving you this so you can focus on what you really want without letting the whole world stress you out in the process.”

I nodded. “Okay that makes sense, it will be something I figure out with time. I mean, it’s only been a week.”

“Right,” he said. He seemed at ease now and began to eat. I took a few bites of my food as well as I tried to collect my thoughts. Suddenly Scott was making me nervous as if we were dating all over again.

“Now, the other thing. I am okay now but I predict I will grow bored just being at home all the time. Can I go out?”

“Are you asking my permission to leave the house?” he chuckled.

My face turned a deep red. I could feel my whole body heating up. I pushed off the cardigan I had been wearing, letting it fall onto the chair behind me. I was in nothing but a tight cropped tank top then, no bra. My nipples stood tight.

“I didn’t mean to… I’m just saying. So, I was reading online because I wanted to know if anyone else is doing what we’re doing,” I finally spat out.

He raised an inquisitive eyebrow and nodded for me to continue. “And?”

“And, I think I’m your submissive.”

“We don’t have to put labels on it, but I guess that is what we are doing,” he agreed.

“I read that some submissives do tasks for their, um, masters,” I said. “I also read that they have punishment and reward systems. You punished me the first night. You also rewarded me the day after…” I trailed off, referencing how he fucked me.

“Yes, I think that part of things has been working quite well.”

I nodded. “I guess I agree.”

“What part isn’t?”

Scott’s heavy eyes bore into my soul. I shook my head. “No part. It is working, well, as intended.”

“What I’m hearing is that you want boundaries and rules,” Scott said.

I mulled on that thought for a few moments before nodding, slowly. Scott ate some and I followed his lead.

“I can text you these later, but I think I can safely tell you all my rules and boundaries for you now. Since, we are going to continue this for the foreseeable future,” he said.

“What if I ever get a job again?”

“We can always reconvene,” he replied.

I nodded.

“You can go out during the day as you please. But, I want you standing at that front door every night when I come home. I will text you as I am leaving the office, if you don’t think you will make it home call me. If you want to be out anywhere during the weekday evenings you need my express permission.”

“I have to ask, and you can say no?” I asked, trying to clarify. The idea made me squirm but deep inside my stomach it made something quiver. I hated myself for enjoying this control.

“Yes, because I don’t want you being too busy. I want you relaxing. I would never say no to you needlessly. Besides, I want you to myself every day, every chance I can get I want you there to myself,” he explained.

“Okay, I understand.”

“Good. I also want dinner every night. I don’t care how you sort dinner out, whether you meal prep, or cook that. I just think you work well having some kind of task. If there are unforeseen circumstances or you have been out all day, we can get takeout of course,” he said.

I pushed the chicken to and fro on my plate.

“How often can that be?”

“Depends what’s happening,” he shrugged.

“Okay, so I have to be home when you are, and I have to cook you dinner most of the time, and what else?”

“You realise you’re asking me to dictate your day to you and control you?” Scott chuckled. I pressed my lips together before nodding.

“Well okay,” he said. “You need to go for a walk every day since you won’t be going into work you need to move at least a little. I want proof in the form of you wearing that smart watch.”

“If I don’t go? Without good reason, I mean.” My eyes were wide, I was on the edge of my seat waiting for him to give me his answer. I don’t know what got me like that but I felt a little bit pathetic.

“Well, then I’ll just have to give you a workout when I get home.”

I don’t think his response was working as he intended. It made me never ever want to go on the daily walk. I did concede it was a good idea and would be good for my health in the long term. It made up for the little bits of walking I would have done around the office, to and from my car, and such.

“I guess that brings us to the punishments,” I mused. “Online, they were quite creative.” I was trying to see what Scott’s reaction would be. I already knew he was willing to spank me, but what else? I wasn’t sure whether the idea terrified me or enthralled me. It was an odd sort of feeling. Ultimately I knew I wanted Scott to take it into his hands. He was in charge as he said so really I had no say in the matter, but I did want to know what he had in mind.

“I guess you read about safewords then too?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll be needing them if you continue to run your mouth as usual,” he chuckled.

“We can just… red yellow green it,” I didn’t want to even acknowledge what he said about me, but I still wanted to discuss this. He nodded in agreement.

“To answer your question, I think punishments should be a deterrent, so they will mostly be painful in one way or another,” Scott told me.

“What if I enjoy the pain?” The words slipped right out, it was like some other woman took over my body.

Scott leaned in on the table. “Oh I’m counting on it, sweetheart.”

My heart almost leaped out of my chest. What was this man doing to me? I tried to distract him and myself by grabbing a forkful of food but I was starting to grow full and it wasn’t from actually eating. Scott didn’t say another word on the matter; he just began to eat himself. Soon we were just about done eating but I was not done discussing this.

“Some of the uh, tasks, doms set for their subs online were sexual,” the words just popped out of me.

Scott’s eyebrows shot up this time. He gave me a wide, easy smile. I think I did shock him, but he just knew how to play it off really well.

“You need to be open minded sexually, actually open minded, not just say you’ll do it in exchange for something you want,” he chuckled.

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes.

“And, how about you do the dishes naked.”

The idea sounded sort of sexy but I wasn’t sure why I liked it. Usually whoever cooked sat while the other did the dishes. Usually we’d eat, then sit for about an hour, then whosoever turn it was to do the dishes would do that while the other relaxed for a bit before we reconvened.

“So the dishes are my job now?” I blinked.

“Yes.”

“Naked?”

“You asked for this, sweetheart. We can do it my way, or we can do it your way.” Scott eyed me, a smile playing at his lips. He enjoyed my squirming.

“I’ll do the dishes naked, as long as it’s not cold.”

“You can swear fluffy socks and a beanie in that case,” Scott chuckled.

I glared at him and looked down at my almost empty plate. “So, how was your day?” I asked. Scott replied, changing the subject. But the task of naked dishes was looming over my head.

On Monday Jason showed up for class thirty minutes early, just like I’d told him. His face was flushed from the cold outside, and his hair was a little ruffled. It was kind of adorable, to be honest.

I could tell he was especially nervous when he walked in. His steps were so rigid and precise, his head down. I usually found his nervous, awkwardness appealing, but I could tell something was on his mind today.

“Good morning, Jason,” I said. “Come on in.”

“Good morning, Sir,” he said meekly.

He came to stand beside my desk. I sat back in my chair and looked up at him.

“How are you feeling about the exam today,” I asked.

“I … uh …”

“Don’t worry about it. After all the extra work we put in over the weekend, I’m confident you’ll pass with flying colors.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I laughed. “You’re very welcome. I really enjoyed the chance to work with such an … eager student.”

His face turned bright pink, and this time I knew it wasn’t from the cold.

“Say it,” I said.

“Sir?”

“You’ve got something on your mind. Say it.”

“Well … “ he hesitated. “It’s not so much something to say as it is a question …”

“Go on.”

“The other day when you … I mean, when we …”

I started to get an idea where this was going and had to fight to keep from smiling. “When I was fucking your ass?” I interjected.

He flinched at the abruptness of my question, which was good. I needed him to acclimate to the realities of the situation if I was going to get him where I wanted him.

“Uh … yea, Sir. During … did …” he was stuttering so hard. The poor kid was so nervous. “Did you call me a girl?” He finally blurted out.

I did smile then. I was excited to be having this conversation. It was an important step for us. I wanted to hear him say it again. “What?”

“Did you … I mean … I thought I heard you call me a … ‘good girl’”

I stood and stepped closer to him. “Mhm. Does that bother you?”

He stared intensely at his feet, his hair falling forward to cover his eyes. “I uh … I don’t … I mean …”

I took another step forward so we were inches apart. I brushed his hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear. I cupped his chin in my hand and tilted his face up to look him in the eye. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” I said. “I meant it as a compliment. You’re just so pretty. You’re way too pretty to be a boy.”

He didn’t know how to take that. The confusion and shame and a bit of excitement was written all over his face.

“Is that so bad?” I asked. “Does it bother you that I think you’re pretty?”

“I uh …”

“Does the way I treat you not make you feel good?”

“No Sir … I mean, ‘Yes, Sir’ … I mean it does … Sir.”

I leaned down and spoke softly into his ear. “Did you not like having my dick I’m your ass?”

His whole body shuddered as he whispered, “I did, Sir.”

“Then what does it matter? We are both enjoying it … I certainly am enjoying you, Jason.” I took his hand and guided it to my cock so he could feel how hard he made me. “I like the way you make me cum.”

“I … I do too …”

Quietly, and deliberately I said, “Good girl.”

He didn’t respond, but when I glanced down I could see the bulge growing in his pants. His body was already beginning to respond the way I wanted it to.

“Do you like making me cum, Jason?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir,” he breathed.

“Good, because I haven’t seen you in two days and I need to cum badly and I need you to help me with that. Which actually brings us to why I had you come in early. It’s time for your exam.”

He looked up at me, his eyes wide with worry. “Sir?”

I leaned over my desk and opened the drawer, pulling a small, metal object. I held it up for Jason to see. “Do you know what this is?” I asked.

“… Yes, Professor.”

“Have you ever worn a butt plug before?”

“… No, Sir.”

“Mm. Good. This will be a good test for you. In fact, this is your final exam. You’re going to wear this plug until you make me cum.”

His eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. “No,” I said. “There’s not time now. It’ll have to be after the exam.” Panic was etched all over his face. I placed a reassuring hand against his cheek. “Don’t worry. You can do this. I have the utmost confidence that you can handle this for me … and if you do, I don’t give a damn what you put on the paper. All you have to do is sit there and look pretty for me.”

“Ok … ok, Sir.”

I smiled broadly and I could see the excitement he felt in making me happy.

“Good. Now bend over the desk and drop your pants. And hurry before the other students start showing up.”

He hesitated just a moment, but the idea of students coming in to see him taking a plug up his ass must have motivated him. He dropped pants and boxers to his thighs and leaned over the desk, pushing his ass out just a little.

I held the plug out in front of his face and said, “It’s pretty small, as plugs go, but you’re still going to want to make sure it’s good and wet.”

He understood what I meant and opened his mouth. I slid the plug into his mouth and watched him wrap his lips around it. I pulled the plug out of his mouth and a little line of drool dropped onto the desk.

“Lean over more,” I said. “Put your elbows on the desk.”

He obeyed, bending over and letting out a little gasp as I gently slid the plug into his ass.

“Good girl,” I whispered. “Now pull up your pants and take a seat.”

Jason pulled his pants up and shifted kind of awkwardly. Our timing was perfect as he was just sitting down as the students began to wander into the classroom.

It was my favorite exam I’ve ever given. Students sat quietly furiously answering questions, but I only had eyes for one. I watched as he wiggled and squirmed the entire time, just imagining how he felt having the plug move inside him.

He’d look up at me every so often, his eyes yearning for my approval. He wanted so desperately to make me happy. And I loved it. I’d give him a warm smile every time we locked eyes and gave him a reading nod. It was so sweet, the connection we shared in those quiet moments, no one else knowing what he was doing for me - both of us thinking of what he would do for me as soon as the last student left.

The minutes dragged by, but eventually the exam was over. Everyone except Jason had turned in their papers, packed up their bags, and left the room. Finally it was just him and me again.

Jason began packing up his stuff while I closed and locked the classroom door. One corner of the room was tucked away enough that no one peeking through a window could see.

I gestured for Jason to meet me there, and told him to get on his knees once he had. I wasted no time unzipping my pants and pulling out my dick. I let my cock bounce across his face and he opened his mouth and quickly wrapped his lips around my dick.

“Mmm,” I muttered. “That’s it. Suck that dick like a good girl.”

She started sucking me with enthusiasm, bobbing and turning her head, slurping on my cock. She must have spent some time anticipating having my dick in her mouth again because there was a world of difference from the last time.

I hadn’t been lying when I’d said I needed her to make me cum. I’d been dreaming of it since she left my house Saturday night. I grabbed the back of her head and started to thrust.

“Relax your throat,” I growled. I pulled her head down as I thrusted. She gagged when my dick hit her throat, but I didn’t stop. “Relax,” I said again. “I’m going to shove this dick down your throat.”

I felt her force herself to relax as I fucked her mouth. She made the gurgling, slurping noises and I felt her drool run down my balls.

God I love when they give sloppy head.

I held her head tight and slammed my cock down her throat. I held her there as I came down her throat. “Fuck … fuck … fuck …” I panted.

When I pulled my dick from her mouth she fell back, gasping for air. He coughed and a little bit of cum spat out on his lips. I ran my thumb over his lip and pushed it into his mouth. “Swallow it all,” I instructed.

He licked the cum off my thumb, looking up at me for my approval. I smiled down at him. “Excellent. You did so good. I’m proud of you.”

His eye lit up at my words. I started buckling up my pants as Jason got to his feet.

“I’ve got to start getting ready for the next class.So, you’ll have to go to the bathroom to take out the plug … or you can leave it in if you like,” I said wolfishly.

“Yes, Professor,” he said, wiping his mouth.

“When’s the exam for your last class?”

“Tomorrow,” he answered. “4pm.”

“Good. Be at my house by 7. You’ll spend the break with me. I think you’re ready for your next lesson.”

K’rra quivered on the floor at the feet of her Master and his free companion. She tried processing her feelings, but they were jumbled. She hoped she would be enough for her Master, but he had allowed another to use her. She was still his, but he also let her be used like the object she was by others.

And yet, the orgasm she’d just felt was nothing short of unreal. She quivered uncontrollably in its wake. She tried to imagine what she must look like, naked, quivering, and well-used beyond anything she’d ever experienced. On her homeworld she would receive nothing but pure disgust for her wanton carnality. She prayed the rest of the galaxy was not like that.

Was she such a slut? So debased that the humiliation of the experience had driven her to new depths? She was a slave and had no say in her use. It freed her from the overwhelming guilt she might have experienced otherwise. She couldn’t control any of these things. She could only enjoy them as commanded to. It was a delicious fate.

“Stars upon stars,” Kae said, still quivering herself. “You’ve never opened her up to this before?”

“Like I said, no,” Kaster replied. His trousers were still open, and his cock stood rigid and unsated.

Ashamed that she’d enjoyed a climax without her Master, K’rra flung herself on him. She took his shaft in her throat and shoved herself down until her nose met his belly. She was still weak from the intensity of the climax she’d just had, but duty always came first.

“Open your Focus to her and fuck her. Let her feel how you feel.” Kae said.

Kaster groaned. K’rra was unsure if it was in response to her mouth or what Kae had said. She stopped sucking him only long enough to beg, “Please, Sir.”

Kae reached out and took Kaster's face in one hand, drawing his gaze to her, “Imagine it. The two of you entwined, body and mind. You think she’s yours now. Just wait until she knows exactly how you feel. You won't even need those crude implants. The mere sight of you will make her cream.”

A fist wound in K’rra’s hair, and Kae pulled her off her Master. “Beg him, slave girl. Tell him how badly you want it. What I just gave you, he can do as well. Convince him to make you orgasm like that.”

K’rra didn’t need the other woman’s words to convince her. She wanted exactly that, more than anything else in the universe. She recalled the first time she’d begged for sex. It had been at the hands of pirates, who laughed at her awkwardness. She’d begged as earnestly as she could for strangers. The experience had been humiliating and made her wet, unlike anything previously.

She wanted to feel the same type of orgasm at her Master’s hands or cock. She wanted it so badly that it felt like a physical obstruction buried in her chest. And yet, she was terrified. Her begging would be heartfelt this time and not an act, unlike with the pirates. What if he laughed? What if he refused? The pain of the thought alone made her reluctant to speak the words. But she wanted too so badly.

She wanted it more than that fear. She knew she’d never sleep again if she were not brave enough to beg. Begging for precisely this was the only thing she could or would ever think about again.

“Your faithful, devoted slave begs you, Master. Please, have me. Please use me as she did. Please, Sir, I am yours to do anything with as you wish, but grant me this one task to serve you fully.”

K’rra watched his cock twitch to her words. There was a pained look on his face. She prayed it wasn’t revulsion; she was the biggest slut of her species and deserved nothing but scorn. But from him, she dared to hope there was some desire. More than anything, she wanted him to use her as no other Gyth had been used.

His hands shot out, grabbing her by the face and pulling her back into his lap. K’rra opened her mouth greedily as his cock pressed to her lips. Only to have her hair ripped back, stealing his tool from her hungry mouth.

“Oh no,” Kae said. “You can’t use her like I did. It’s her first time with you. Fuck her cunt. Fuck her like the woman she is.”

Kaster grunted and kicked his pants off. Kae sat forward on the couch, leaning toward K’rra. She pulled the slave back and upright as if to display the slave to her master.

“Look at her,” Kae demanded. “Open your focus. Let her see what you see.”

Kaster tore his shirt off and looked at K’rra. His eyes seemed iridescent, hard to focus on.

And then she felt it. He was looking at her. She could see herself kneeling naked before him. Her blue skin was so different from his own ruddy shade of reddened pink. Her hair was a tangle of red curls, with human hands holding her in place. Her face, though, was radiant. K’rra glowed in the beauty of a marbled goddess. A heart-shaped blue face with dark lips and purple eyes. The look of need on her face made her hungry all over again for herself.

Her eyes swept down across her light blue skin. Thick royal blue lips, perfect for sucking cock. A swan-like neck that screamed elegance and grace. Full tits with nipples nearly a shade of purple. The nipples were so hard they begged for his mouth to take them. She had a slender waist, and at the end of the journey, her bald pussy glistened in the juices of the passion from moments ago.

K’rra was breathless. She was perfect. She was looking at the icon of a goddess of lust and fertility. As beautiful as she was, there was also a halo of respect for her intellect. There was no problem she couldn’t solve. He and she were certain of it, although K’rra was less sure than he was.

There was another layer that took her a moment to realize as well. He wanted her. He ached. He was so hard it was painful. Hard for her. The realization that she could not only see herself through his eyes but feel his need took her breath away.

Looking into his face, K’rra also wanted him to see himself through her eyes. She gazed at his dark hair, wild and unkept as he was, the angry brows that made him serious beyond his years, and the square jaw that made him look resolute and strong. Her eyes wandered down his naked body, the broad chest, wiry limbs hardened by years of training, and the mechanical arm replacing the one he gave up for her. Down further to the washboard of his abs. And finally, his heavy cock, so capable of sending her into orbit with ease.

Stars, she wanted him. She, too, ached. She wanted him to pry her apart, fill her, and complete her. Every part of her body ached to have his hands on it. Even a simple touch to her shoulder would make her swoon. She begged silently for him to take her, to own her, to make her his. She wanted to be held down helplessly and used thoroughly by him.

“Go on, take her,” Kae's distant voice said.

Kaster stood in front of K’rra. She reached out and took him in her mouth but was yanked back by Kae’s hand in her hair.

“Let her up,” Kaster said. He wanted to feel her against him, their bodies standing together in union. K’rra could feel his want, and she wanted the same.

“Start at his feet, slave, and leave a trail of wet kisses all the way up,” Kae said, with a shove down.

K’rra felt his irritation. She was his toy. He said nothing. He was too eager to have his slave do exactly as Kae said. Knowing that her Master wanted this made K’rra want to do it, to please him, even though another had set the task. She saw herself through his eyes, on her knees, obedient and willing, just as she should be.

Lowering her face to the floor, K’rra kissed his toes. She felt his longing enflamed. In her mind, she saw herself as he did, her hourglass figure beneath him, wet lips on his skin. He wanted to grab her soft hips and stab into her violently. She ached with yearning for precisely that, and somehow, she knew he could feel her need. His cock twitched, and she knew it without even seeing it happen.

She worked her way quickly up his feet, giving each equal attention. She grasped his legs, pulling herself up as her face brushed hairy legs so different from her own. As she reveled in their difference she could see her own, shapely from her time in the military. She wanted to run her hands along them, grab them like they were owned, and they were.

As she rubbed her face on his inner thighs, she felt his cock touch her. She felt exactly what it felt like to have thick strands of hair brush across cock. Both Kaster and K’rra gasped in desire. She looked up to his eyes, his cock in the fore of her vision, and saw herself looking down at him, his and her cock gliding across her face. His cock twitched, and she felt it in her loins, the ache of being so painfully hard.

His hands gripped her face, fingers digging into her red mane. She felt the power of holding a slave girl there just before her cock. She knew he could feel her hunger to have it in her mouth, the unbound need to please him and her. She felt him guide her to him; she felt his cock enter her mouth, and her cock sucked past soft wet lips into exquisite heat. No wonder men loved this. Her mouth was built for precisely this, her tongue rubbing the sweet, sensitive underside perfectly, making her want to cum in her mouth.

K’rra was getting confused. The sensation of feeling him use her and feeling herself be used at once was overwhelming. She felt what it was like to be a master, to own another, to take pleasure from her, while at the same time feeling herself be used as she was meant to. Her power over herself made her wet and hard for herself, and she relished being consumed and taking a warm, moist hole.

She pulled her head away from her cock, guiding her back up her hard-toned pink body. She kissed her six-pack while feeling butterflies flutter in her own soft belly. She awkwardly got to her feet while providing a foundation for her to climb up her body. She pressed her soft, full breasts to her chiseled pectorals and looked up into her dark eyes while looking down into her wide violet eyes.

K’rra parted her lips, waiting for her to press down into them and devour her in a hard kiss. She wrapped her arms around her broad shoulders while gripping her and pulling her hard into herself at the waist. Her belly felt her hard cock pressing against it, wiry muscles and soft flesh. It all was her, entwined, one, burning with heat and desire.

She wanted her rough hands and stiff cock in her. She wanted her soft flesh wrapped around her cock. She reached down, taking her cock and stroking it against her soft belly. She wished she were taller so she could take herself inside her right now. The need to feel herself in her was unbearable.

When she kissed herself, she went blind twice. Soft, compliant lips merged with those that were demanding and hungry. Two fleshes becoming one. Her thoughts bled, becoming his, and his hers. She swam in all the double sensations, wondering and eager to see how it ended. She begged twice for it never to end.

She told herself, “Get down on your knees. I need you.”

And then she was down, kneeling again, pressing her breasts and face to the floor. She spread her legs apart, open and exposed to herself in ways she’d never imagined. She saw her cunt, wet, glistening, inviting, and it was the most exquisite thing she’d ever seen. She couldn’t wait to be buried in herself.

Gripping her cock in rough fingers, she pressed it against the burning heat of her cunt. She pressed back, wanting to engulf herself, but she teased, shifting it to glide along her moist slit. She groaned in frustration and felt pride that she’d made her want it like a greedy slut. She pressed back again, begging with a tortured sigh, and she slapped her cock against her convulsing hole.

“Fuck me, please, Sir,” she begged herself. The words ignited a fire in her twitching cock. She grabbed her soft hip with one of her hardened hands, lining herself up for penetration. The tip of her cock was on fire, pressed just against her lips. It threatened to invade but continued to tease, flaring the flames in her belly. Unable to hold back any longer, she slowly pushed inside her eager cunt.

“Stars!” She whispered from behind her as she groaned, feeling so filled.

“I’m sorry, Sir…” she whimpered to herself. Unable to stop herself she felt herself grip herself with fluttering grasps. Milking herself into double orgasms at once. She and she groaned, then cried out at once. She could feel herself emptying into herself, spurt after painful and ecstatic spurt. She screamed and yelled at once, soft and masculine voices filling the room with their ecstasy, both coming from herself.

The universe exploded in white light and went dark together as two sets of eyes rolled back into each other’s climax.

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“This is the dessert I brought. We can have the meringue and continue what I already think was a wonderful evening. Or,” and she raised the collar to me in both hands: “You can have me.”

In my 42 years of life, I have seen and experienced a lot. My time in the army wasn’t uneventful, and my younger years were… tumultuous, to say the least. Over the years, I had learned to control myself and—mostly—my surroundings and was usually a few steps ahead of the people around me. Yet now, I was dumbfounded… blindsided. All I could do for a while was stare at Iris, my eyes wide in disbelief.

“Iris…” I closed my mouth again and cleared my throat.

A shadow appeared in her eyes, and she scrunched her face slightly: “You don’t need to say anything if you don’t want to or feel like it. I understand this was not what you were expecting or wanted to hear, and…”

I raised my hand. “Stop. You’ve asked your question. Give me a moment to process this. Please place the collar on the table in front of you and relax. You’ll wait here while I prepare some fresh tea. After that, I’ll have questions for you, and then I’ll give you my answer. You posed a very serious question, and I want to respect it by taking the time to respond thoughtfully. You deserve that.” She placed the collar on the table and settled back into her chair, looking visibly worried. As I walked past her to the kitchen, I couldn’t help but touch her shoulder and gently squeeze it. She shivered.

I picked up the teapot, walked into the kitchen, and began cleaning it. When I turned to the water kettle to switch it on, Dragon was sitting next to it, staring at me as if she were trying to gauge my mood. It always amazed me how she could move like that without making a sound. The kitchen was far enough away that Iris wouldn’t hear me if I spoke softly, so I did what I always did when faced with a problem: I asked Dragon what to do. Before I could even open my mouth this time, Dragon raised a paw and chattered at me – just like I had seen her do to birds too far away for her to catch. I always took that as her way of complaining about their foolishness.

“What? Is it that obvious? It’s not! This is not an easy question!”

Dragon jumped off the counter and unmistakably showed her disgust by showing me her behind, tail vibrating with indignation. She walked into the living room. Probably to consort with Iris again after having scolded me. I shook my head. Cats!

But was she wrong? In many ways, what Iris hinted at—well, blatantly offered—was my dream for many years. It was the main reason I didn’t have a partner. It was what drew me to Kasha. However, as I admitted to myself, the thought that had been playing hide and seek in my mind was that Kasha was young, inexperienced, and seemed interested mainly because of her eagerness to experience something new. ‘And you like her hot little body,’ my internal dialogue added without prompting.

Yes, I liked her hot little body, I admitted to myself. Iris was older, brilliant, kind, compassionate, and, let’s face it, very attractive. I had known her for five years, and even without this, I would have gladly helped her with anything she needed. She was the type of person everybody liked and who made you feel like you were the hero in the story.

‘Yes,’ I finished my inner dialogue: ‘and she’s sitting at your table, after having offered herself to you. And you are still in the kitchen. She probably thinks you’ve run out the back door after her question!’

I sighed and made tea—simple green tea now, not Jasmin, but tea I only used for special occasions. I took small, earthenware cups with me, and carried the tea back into the living room. Iris hadn’t moved, and Dragon was perched on top of a book closet, ignoring me. I shook my head at his antics. I took my time to put the tea on the table between us and move the rest of our dinner on the tray. After sitting down, I poured both of us a cup, and put one in front of Iris, next to the collar. Just seeing that collar gave me goosebumps.

“Iris, I have some questions of my own for you, and I’d like you to answer as directly and honestly as possible.”

Rubbing her hands in her lap, Iris nodded consent at me.

“Thank you. So… you mentioned TPE. I am correct that this is what you are offering to me?”

“Yes, it is.” As she answered, the hand-rubbing got more pronounced.

“Can you please explain to me exactly what that means for you? I know the definition, but I don’t want to assume anything about this.”

Iris looked up and looked pensive. She had a very analytical mind, which was used to explain difficult topics to young students, and I knew she was thinking of the best way to make things clear to me.

“I’m… perhaps I’m making it more difficult than it needs to be. To me, it has always meant the same. I want to belong to you. That is the essence.” She looked at me unwavering and intently now: “I want every aspect of me to belong to you. I want you to make the final decision about anything that we feel is important. To not leave any room for interpretation: I want my body, my mind, everything that I own and that I am to belong to you. For you to use as you see fit.”

She hesitated momentarily and continued in a softer tone: “In return, I ask you to be who I think you are. I ask you to protect me. I ask you to make me better in every way. I ask you to accept this without giving me a safe word or a way out.”

“No safe word? No chance to change your mind?”

“No.” She seemed to grow in the chair as she talked: “I’ve lived this lifestyle for nine years. I know what I’m offering you. I know a lot of men would think it’s a wet dream and a free pass for abuse. I’m staking my life on the feeling I have around you. This is as much a burden as an opportunity, perhaps even more so. I think you are the kind of man who understands this all too well.”

“I don’t live a monogamous lifestyle, and I don’t…”

Iris interrupted me by giggling: “I’m surprised that wasn’t your first point. If I give myself to you, you are free to do with me what you want. I’m asking to be your number one; I want, no, I need to be close to you, and you to be close to me. That doesn’t mean I want to take away your freedom. If it makes you happy to play with or involve others with us… why would I object to that?” And, looking at me cheekily, batting her eyelashes: “You said you were my friend, and you would help me bury bodies if necessary. You will own me; imagine what I would do for you…”

“With Frank,” she became more serious again: “I played with other women because he liked that. I always enjoyed that because his pleasure was so obvious. I was always submissive though, and I have to admit that I’ve fantasized about being more dominant towards another woman. But,” and she picked up the collar again and offered it in her hands: “if you accept the collar, it would all be your decision, obviously.”

“Iris, I…” A crash from behind startled us. I looked around and saw Dragon sitting in my bookcase, staring at me after having just pushed a book onto the floor. She didn’t blink and fixated on me with wide-open eyes. I smiled and looked back at Iris: “As you can see, decisions in this house aren’t made by me. Dragon accepted you, which is unparalleled. Iris,” I reached for the collar and took it from her hands: “what you’re offering has been my deepest desire for as long as I can remember. I have paid close attention to you since you moved here and, frankly, had given up on getting you to come closer to me. So I’m still a bit shell-shocked about what is happening here. It will need time to sink in fully. But I want to accept your offer and see where this leads us.”

Iris began to cry loudly, and I gestured for her to come over. She stood up, and I pulled her into my lap, where she buried her face against my neck and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you. It was so hard to let go and share this with you. I was so scared that I was making a mistake and that you might not want to be my friend anymore.” Out of nowhere, Dragon jumped on Iris’s lap, purring loudly and rubbing her head against us, clearly happy with the turn of events.

Balancing both women on my lap, I gently pushed Iris away a little and put the collar around her neck, pulling it taut and locking it with the clasp in the back. Then, I grabbed the collar with one hand and used it to pull her lips to mine for a first kiss. Through her tears, Iris smiled at me and kissed me with delicate eagerness. The pleasure of her proximity and kiss cursing through me, I pushed her away again.

“Now, can we still taste the meringue?”

Iris laughed and wrapped herself around my neck again, her stress dissipating.