I found a girl that posted a pic of herself in bondage and reached out to her. I didn’t have high hopes she was what she said she was. She had a fantasy of being collared and used by any man that wanted her. She caught my attention. There are plenty of beautiful women on various sites. But you don’t know beauty until you put a collar around a women’s neck. After many discussions about her fantasy. She got off to us talking about almost every night. To make the fantasy more real I bought her a collar to wear when we role played. Since we didn’t live in the same city, we had to text. At least at first. That eventually turned in to face timing each other. The collar really got her in to it as if her fantasy was really happening. She had a simple collar but it oozed “come use me. Fuck me now”. Over time I got bold. I asked her what she would do if I snervher a plane ticket to visit. And used her as my personal whore. She didn’t say no but she didn’t say yes. So I went for it. I texted her a message sayjng, “Looking to rent collared slut. Will pay for travel expenses”. To my surprise she replied. The message was short and to the point. “If you want to use this collard slut as your personal whore for a night or a weekend, you have to pay”. I assured her this was not role play. If she used the plane ticket, I owned her. From there on we were both all in. We negotiated a price to make it real. But it wasn’t about money. It was about her being used And violated the way she was meant to be. The way she needed to be. It was the purpose of her being owned. She would only be referred to as collared slut. And so that is how it began. I paid for my whore. What happened next was entirely up to me.

My collared slut did not take a plane. She took a train to my location. I picked her up and took her directly to my house. We didn’t speak unless it was necessary. She knew why she was there same as I did. It was a few hours before dark. Not much time to get ready for what was to come. I took her immediately upstairs. I am not a mean or cruel person. But something changes in you when the person in front of you belongs to you. Even if only temporary. That animal instinct kicks in. I told her to stand in the middle of the bedroom. I walked around her like a hungry lion. Studying every curve. Every muscle. Every hair. Her smooth dark skin. When I stopped in front of her I was only inches from her face. So close I could smell her. I wanted to taste her. But there was a purpose for her being there. I grabbed the neck of her t-shirt and ripped it down the front. She wore no bra. I assumed no panties either. What kind of slut would she be if she did. Her breasts hung free. I tore the rest of the shirt from her. I spun her around and told her to put both hands on the bed. Then roughly jerked off her skirt. She looked good bent over this way. My cock twitched. The round globes of her ass were begging to be touched. But I had plans for her beyond just me fucking her. I spanked her hard on the right ass cheek. Then told her to stand and turn to me. I studied her face. Her lips. Her round eyes. Her slender neck. I got a closer look at her collar. Nice. I pulled the collar as if to see if it was secure. Jerking her body forward slightly. When I looked down at her breasts then between her thighs, i faintly saw her pussy lips moisten. She was well trained. One smack on the ass was all it took. I pushed her down on the bed. The jangle of the chain on the cuffs didn’t faze her when i pulled them from my pocket and applied them to her wrists. She laid still as i took a silk rope and secured it to the headboard. There was a clip on the other end to attach to the cuffs. The silk ropes i attached to each ankle were velcro straps on the ends instead of cuffs. She could now be on her back. On her front. Or on her hands and knees. All holes available. All positions possible. On a table against the wall I began to lay out party favors. An assortment of sexual toys. I took the blindfold and put it on her. Then left the room.

The house was quiet as it got dark. She easily heard the front door open and a voice speak that was not mine. Her door was not closed. She heard the front door open and close multiple times. There was no way to know if one person or more entered each time. She just knew there had to be a dozen men there. More or less. A football game was on. People were eating. Laughing. Being men as men will be. Time was lost. And i am sure she wondered what was her purpose. She must have heard my heavy foot falls on the steps. When i entered the room her naked body was on full display. I got on the bed hovering over her helpless body. I wanted to show her the purpose of her existance. I spoke only once. “I am going to fuck your slutty pussy”. I grabbed her breasts roughly and that was when I felt her nipples stiffen, I pulled them and rolled them in my fingers. I devoured them with my hungry mouth. She tasted sweet. When my hand found her mound she was dripping with lust. I thrust my cock to the hilt in one motion without warning. Taking her pussy. She grunted then moaned as I started to fuck her hard and deep. I had waited so long to have her like this. All the fantasy time. The roleplaying. And now I was actually fucking her. I loved fucking her surprisingly tight pussy. “Tell me what you are?”, I asked her. As expected she said, “Im your whore. You slut to use”. I gave her all i had. Then came in her pussy harder than i can ever remember before. “You want your pussy full of cum slut”, i said. “Yes. Give it to me. Yes”, she moaned. When I was spent I got off her. I went to the table I had prepared earlier and came back with a red marker. On her stomach I wrote, “fucked” and next to it the roman numeral one. Between her breasts i wrote, “free whore”. Then stood up to pull out my cell phone. I took a picture of her used pussy. My cum leaking from her lips. I made sure the next picture captured not only her body but the words i had written as well. I left her there. Door open. On display.

When i got downstairs to the room of men. I picked one. My friend named Brian. He was a kinky bastard that had met women online from reddit on his own. I pulled him to the side to show him the picture of her freshly fucked pussy. And her marked body as well. He asked me if i were serious. If i had just fucked this nice piece of ass. I told him yes. And told him what I required. He wasted no time going up the steps. When he walked in to the room, she was there. Tied and waiting. He took a red marker and on her inner thigh he put a roman numeral one then wrote whore. When he returned the marker he took a long dildo back to the bed with him. He wasted no time. He kissed her lips as he ran the dildo up and down her puffy pussy lips. Teasing her clit. He then took the dildo covered in a mixture of my cum and her slick pussy and touched her lips he had just kissed. Her mouth parted to accept this intrusion. She sucked the dildo clean. Brian shuddered. She felt him rise off the bed. Heard him release the buckle of his pants. Before she knew it, his cock was in her mouth. He had straddled her in almost a 69 position. As she sucked, he worked her pussy over with the dildo. Fucking her in the rhythm she was sucking his cock to. “You are one amazing cock slut”, he told her. When he got close to cuming he began jamming the dildo in to her cunt. Fucking her good. He shot his load down her throat nearly chocking her. When he got off her, he left the dildo buried in her pussy when he snapped a cell picture. He made sure to get one of his cum smeared on her lips. He left without saying a word.

Jeff was annoyed he had to go piss so early in to the night. He had lost track of the beers. He couldn’t wait for the bathroom downstairs. But he knew of the second bathroom across from the master bedroom. He did a double take when he saw a naked female form tied to a bed when he passed the room. He didn’t know what to do or to say. He decided to go piss which was difficult with a semi hard cock. When he was done he stood at the bedroom door with a major decision to make. His cock made the choice for him. He entered the room looking over every inch of her. The cum on her pussy and face had him fully erect. He slowly removed the dildo and marveled at how her tight pussy lips gripped the shaft. Fuck it he thought. Being a little afraid of getting in trouble he turned her on to her stomach. The velcro ankle cuffs were nice. Easy to remove to flip her and easy to reapply. He climbed on to her flattened out body, stuck his cock in her pussy, then thought to ask, “is it okay if i cum in you”. She made his dreams come true, “yes. You cum in anywhere you want”. Jeff started slow. But she felt so good he started to get in to it. He wasn’t good with women. Didn’t get laid often. He pounded her hard, smacked her ass with his open hand. “Take this cock you fucking slut”, he growled at her. Pulling her head back with a handful of hair as he came in her pussy. He was statled to see Phill standing there when he was done When Phill entered the room, Jeff couldn’t say. He was embarrassed. But didn’t regret fucking the hell out of this free piece of ass. “What the fuck are you doing”, Phill asked. Jeff just walked out saying read what is on her stomach man. She is a whore to be used. Phill rolled her a bit to read her body. Phill was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He went to the table and got a marker. He put down a number for Jeff and then himself. He grabbed a bottle of lube and began to apply it around her asshole. A few fingers to loosen her up and he was working his cock in to her unused ass. He fucked her like he had put his dick in a woman’s ass before. Starting easy to get her asshole to adjust to the intrusion of his cock. He came faster than anyone else. He took a picture of his handiwork and with a smack on her ass, told her, “ you on one hot bitch”. He grabbed a handful of her hair to jerk her head up. “ I want to test a theory”, he said, “open tour fucking mouth”. She did as she was told. He took his cock and shoved it in her mouth. She cleaned it without being told. “Thought so. You are a good girl aren’t you”. Then out he went.

She lay in the bed panting. She had cum twice already. But didnt know if the men that had fucked her knew or even cared. She had agreed to this with me. Wanted this. She felt ashamed. Slutty. Snd more turned on than ever in her life. She diidnt know what was next. What she did know is, her night was just beginning.

End part 1

Going out with the girls in November is hit or miss. Sometimes you have to bundle up walking between the clubs and bars. Sure you can get the boys to check you once inside and you can hang up your coats, but nothing quite replaces walking freely in your little tight dresses and your matching pumps. You and your ladies exude a sexiness that's palpable; you know it and the poor boys gawking as you glide by know it. Luckily tonight it's one of those nights you can strut your asses off with only a hint of chill perking up your nipples. The sensation makes you tingle just a tiny bit which emboldens your strut and confidence. Boys will be boys and after a few hours of casual flirting, dancing and knowing looks between you and your bff's, it's clear that it's slim pickings. The guys are trying too hard and the obnoxious jokes fall flat. Nows it's late and you need to stop by work to finish up something so Monday won't be quite the bear it threatens to be. Hugs and kisses between the three of you before Ubers take you all in separate directions. Your office isn't too terribly far, and it's only an hour's work or so you anticipate. Smartly you left your vehicle parked at work so you could work and sober up at the same time. Not an entirely unusual occurrence unfortunately. Work pays the bills even if it limits your free time.

You fire up your computer and grab a bottled water from the mini fridge. A couple of yawns escape your lips but you shouldn't be too hungover tomorrow morning you suspect. Two spreadsheets in you hear a rattle back in the bullpen area. The lights are mostly off save for two or three that keep the floor lit during off hours. You take a swig of water and stand up listening more carefully. Hopefully it's not rats or something. Apparently it's nothing so you resume your work. You que up the color printer and send several different graphs to it. You hear it start to warm up then begin it's copying. Once these are done, you can send off the completed files to headquarters and get the fuck out. Your lips mouth the sentiment as you reach the printer. With your back to the relative darkness a sudden movement startles you. In an instant a man wearing all black including his baclava jumps you. You manage a shrill scream but his left hand grabs the top of your hair and produces a large sweater that he presses to your throat.

"Not a fucking sound or I'll slit your throat right fucking now." His hand is pulling back on your hair so hard it's making your eyes water. "Turn around." You slowly turn away and feel your wrists pulled behind you. With your wrists crossed you feel plastic enclose them then tighten painfully. The knife suddenly reappears to your check. "Don't fucking move bitch." His hand drifts down the side of your leg slowly before disappearing underneath the hem of your dress. His fat hands and thick fingers find your panties and yank them up until the material slips between the folds of your pussy. By now your heart is pounding in your chest, your wrists hurt terribly and now he's practically splitting you in two. "Feel good slut. I bet that little slutty cunt is nice and wet already. Let's find out." His voice seems disembodied with his mouth covered. The knife pulls away and is brought to the sides of your panties. The silk easily cuts away from the giant blade against it. He pulls out the panties and forces them between your lips.

The taste of your fear and humiliation fill your mouth. Then he rips of a strip of duct tape sealing them in. "There now you can cry all you want as I fuck your ass.". Before you can comprehend his words he walks you to the common area of the room then lowers his knees into the back of yours that sends you sprawling forwards. His hand in your hair keeps you from falling on your face, but your knees take the full brunt. Now on your knees, he takes the knife to the buttons of your top and obliterates them leaving your chest only covered by your bra, which is then sliced away leaving your breasts exposed. The tickle of the material has left your nipples perked up which he immediately takes advantage of with his teeth biting them. The knife settles against your collar bone as he bites, twists and punches your sensitive nipples.

It feels like hours have passed but it's likely only been fifteen minutes since he grabbed you. You scream into the gag when he shoves you face first into the hard carpet and yanks down his black pants. His cock stands erect and long, a drip of precum hangs on the tip. He works your knees under your stomach and lifts up your dress, leaving your holes vulnerable to his think cock. You feel a few drops of cold liquid hit your ass then suddenly he plunges headlong into your tiny asshole. The pain is immediately insufferable. You can feel delicate tissue tearing with every giant thrust. Minutes of intolerable pain wrack your senses. Finally with his hands around your throat he grunts and grimaces before unloading an impossible amount of thick cum directly into your ass.

Finally he pulls out leaving you bound and broken on the floor of your work place. You sob uncontrollably hoping that he's done. You can hear him getting dressed behind you. "Where are your fucking keys Nicole?" For an instant the pain of your brutal rape is forgotten as you try to understand how he knows you. You try to speak through the gag but hes not listening anyway. He found them and is now busy doing something else. "We're going for a ride bitch." He's packed up his gear and yanks you up by your elbow. He looks around for a coat or something to cover you up with and then finds a forgotten trenchcoat to cover you up with.

"Can't have us getting recognized by the security cameras? It's apparent he knows you and the layout of the building. He grabs his gym bag and admires the mess you left behind for the janitors to find. His arm swings around your shoulder holding you close in case you were to try something stupid. "I still got the knife slut, so don't fucking think about it." You walk awkwardly close together as you pass the three security cameras in and around the parking garage. He knows your vehicle and it only takes a few minutes before he pops the trunk open and tossed you in. Your dress is hiked up revealing your abused ass. He takes another plastic tie and binds your ankles just as tight as your wrists. Then he loops a third one between your hands and feet leaving you in a severe hogtie. Finally he pulls out a small vibrator that he slips into your pussy. "It's a long trip Nicole, I don't want you to get bored." He slams the trunk shut and presses a button on his phone bringing to life the bullet buried deep in your cunt.

Part 3 Part 5

Belle The Pony

“James!” Rebecca shouted as she saw him and walked over. “Rebecca” he said just as enthused to see her as they kissed cheeks. Rebecca whispered in his ear and then said much louder “James this is a fine pony where did you get it?” James having just heard about the name change for the evening in her whisper made sure to address her by her “correct” name “Mistress Clair, why I got this pony in a two for one deal”

“Inspection” James commanded and Belle obediently stepped forward to be inspected her hooves clicking on the tiles. Rebecca put the wine down on a nearby end table and came back. “Can I fully inspect her?” she asked. “You sure can” With that she started admiring the pony in front of her really drinking her in. From the black calf high pony boots polished to a mirror shine to the warm matte black leather harness cinched tightly between her legs. Walking around the pony she noted the straps that encircled her were high quality wide but not much thickness allowing them to be flexible with strong steel hardware sewn in. That same hardware kept her shiny front hooves clipped in front of her breasts. Lifting up the ponies elbow to inspect her breasts revealed pale areolas and an almost flat nipple. The collar was a simple stainless steel infinity collar with a tiny tack weld over the bolt. Her hair was up in a simple top bun to keep it from getting in the way. But it was her eyes that caught Rebecca's attention bright blue eyes held a deep sadness in them.

“So tell me how did you get this amazing specimen?” She started running her hands over the young pony, and at the words amazing specimen Belle perked up too like she was proud of herself.

James puffing up his chest was also very proud of himself, “well like I said it’s a package deal, I met Angel over there in a coffee shop where she was working. Turns out she was 25 working at a dead end job and had no rudder in her life no idea what she wanted to do she just went to work and went home every day. As we talked she confessed she hated everything about the grind and just wanted someone else to make the hard choices for her. When I offered her the chance to never have to worry about choosing anything again, or every really thinking for herself she jumped at the chance. For the past 3 months she has wrapped up her old life and now lives with me full time. We do nightly hypnotherapy to suppress her intelligence and to increase her libido.”

Jessica hearing all this was deeply intrigued and had unconsciously moved her hand to her nethers and started massaging herself through her body suit. Jessica then asked “Ok that explains Angel over there but what about Belle here?”

James moved forward to Belle and lightly caressed her face and then unclipped the hooves and clipped them to her sides for Rebecca to continue inspecting the pony. “Well,” he said looking at Belle with a look of a cat that outsmarted its prey, “Turns out Belle here didn’t like Angel dropping off the face of the Earth, after Angel handed over herself to me I started to monitor her communications and this poor naive thing demanded an explanation and would not give up. Well I agreed to let Angel go say good-bye and it’s the best decision I ever made.” With that a tear rolled down the ponies face and fell on her now exposed breast. Rebecca smeared it when she grabbed those perky B or C cups not even caring about why the pony had shed a tear.

Rebecca was now very intrigued, “Go on” she prompted while opening the ponies mouth to find a pierced tongue with a simple steel barbell when the pony automatically produced its tongue for inspection.

James continued “Well I ordered Angel to dress up more than she ever would before. You know her first real test of her submission. I even had to bring in a friend to show her how to really doll herself up. Eyeshadow, eyeliner, red lipstick, I even bought her a nice new bra and panty set that showed her off her figure since all she had might as well have been called modesty bras. A simple tight black top and a white pleated skirt and most important an infinity collar. She said it made her feel more amazing and free than she ever felt before. You could see the new bounce in her step when we met up with Belle in the park. Angel didn’t notice but Belle could not keep her eyes off of her. Angel explained to Belle here that she had finally found happiness in submission and I was letting her give Belle whatever closure she needed before they went their separate ways” With this the tears were rolling down Belle’s face unabated now. She was still standing proud and straight though and the tears were flowing silently. Apparently even the thought of losing Angel stabbed at Belle’s heart.

Jessica found herself fascinated and she could not look away from the silently crying girl. It didn’t stop her from imagining herself having her way with the blue eyed brunette however.

Jessica wanted to know more. “Quit stalling we can tell you are all hot and bothered for Angel by the way you talk but focus on Belle here” she commanded.

“Oh right” James said “This thing.” He said reminding the pony of its place. “Turns out she called herself a gold star lesbian, and had the hots for Angel over there. Angel though was as straight as they come not even getting her drunk makes her attracted to women. After our conversation in the park I told Angel to go on ahead Ill be right behind her but I needed to pay for parking. Belle here grabbed my hand and practically begged me on her knees for me not to take Angel away from her. I guess Belle had no family, no real friends and I was taking away the one thing she said she had to live for even if she could not have her Belle still wanted to be in her life. I told her I was sorry but the only way that could happen is if she submitted to me too. She immediately said Master I submit to you. Well how could I turn that down? I told her to give me her keys, wallet, phone and panties to prove how much she loved Angel if she did that I would consider her my sub as well. To her credit she did so with no hesitation, unlocked her phone and took the passcode off and took out a knife she carried pulled up her panties from her pants and cut them off right then and there and handed me the knife and the panties. She loves Angel that fiercely and she knows I will use her love for Angel to keep her as mine.“ James finished his tale of capturing Belle and the poor girl looked broken. In one impulsive moment she had given away everything for someone who didn’t love her the way she loved her and here she was paraded around as a plaything for man.

“Have you fucked it?” Rebecca said turning her back on the pony, clearly she didn’t think of Belle as a women but as a thing. “That’s the best part” he gloated, “I have not violated her status as a gold star lesbian. I’ve told her she will have to beg to be fucked and only I will be able to take her status away. I won’t even finger her”

“She is a virgin?” Jessica gasped.

“No” Rebecca corrected; “it has only been with women but she has never even fooled around with a guy.”

“Oh” was Jessica’s disappointed answer.

“Yeh since she had been fucked by a chick I didn’t feel bad adding the corrective dildo into her pony outfit its buried deep in her cunt. I can vibrate it as a reward or I can shock her for punishment.” James pushed the button dramatically and Belle dropped to her knees. “See what I mean, at this point the closest she has come to sex is when I put her in her crate with the panties Angel wore for the day stuffed in her mouth.”

Rebecca who was extremely flushed by now asked if she could use “the thing” as she said pointing Belle struggling to get up.

James grinned evilly. “Belle service Mistress Clare” there was the slightest hesitation from Belle and James pushed the button and Belle crumbled to the ground. He got down and whispered “If you defy me I will let you be free and you will never see Angel again remember” With that the pony got on its knees and Rebecca came over to Belle with the crotch of her catsuit open and Belle began to lick.

Hey all! I am looking for a story about a family of dominatrixes where the mom and older sister teach the younger sister how to be a dominatrix. I think it starts out as a selfbondage story with the younger sister and then moves into her learning. I also vaguely remember the dad was a slave to the mom. They ran a dungeon in the house I remember. Any help would be great, it’s been driving me crazy. It’s a longer story if I remember right.

I feel like a queen throughout the movie.

On my left, Malachi has laid claim to my left hand and forearm and spoils me with the most intimate hand massage of my life. His larger hand is a blanket around mine as he weaves our fingers together and rhythmically slides his fingers through mine, slowly and sensually, placing emphasis on the forward motion of each pass as if he were penetrating my fingers with his. When he massages my palm, his fingers work my tissue slow with increasing depth while his opposite hand cradles my hand from behind. His caresses send currents of desire into my palms that travel through my arms and abdomen into my groin.

Max, who is sitting to my right, feeds me popcorn one kernel at a time, placing each piece tenderly onto my waiting tongue. Before pulling away, his fingertips pause to brush my bottom lip. I get the sense that his attention is more on watching me chew than on the film.

With his arms around me, Leo's hands are in continual motion, his fingertips gently grazing my abdomen, my right forearm, the tops and outer sides of my thighs, and my chest between my breasts. His touch isn't overtly sexual, but his careful attention awakens my senses and tantalizes my more intimate areas nearby into craving his touch.

Meanwhile, the beautiful love story between Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams plays on screen, stirring up feels of longing inside of me for romance and connection. Of course, memories of Jaimie threaten to drift into my consciousness, but I determinedly push them and all of the accompanying feelings away anytime they try to surface and focus instead on the three men showering me in their affection. By the time the movie is three quarters of the way through, both my heart and my body are screaming for increased intimacy and connection with the men touching me.

In tune with my increasing need, his touches gradually expand to new territory. His caresses of my belly shift progressively lower to tease the area just above me pubic bone. My breath catches as my pussy responds to his nearby touch with yearning. As my pelvis starts to arch into his touch, his fingers sweep across to my thighs, crossing over the invisible boundary from earlier to explore my inner thighs, which shift open in invitation.

A soft moan escapes my lips as my skin tingles in excitement with each sweep of his fingertips. At this point I've lost connection to what is happening on screen, and despite the residual throbbing in my pussy from the abuse I suffered earlier in the forest, I can feel my sore tissues swelling and opening in eager anticipation of Leo's touch. In response to my body's gradual unfurling, Leo whispers ever so softly in my ear, "Good girl."

At his words, I abandon all pretense of focusing on the movie, and I let my head fall back onto Leo's shoulder. In response, he slips a hand under my sweatpants and cups my naked swollen pussy. The feel of his warm and solid hand against my wet and needy tissues has me trembling and arching my pelvis into his hand, helpless to do anything but submit to the electric explosion of pleasure. Ever so gently, he eases two fingers between my wet inner lips and massages the slippery walls of my entrance in a circular pattern.

I groan louder this time, and my legs part further as the primal part of my brain accepts and embraces the inevitable truth—that my body is his to do with as he pleases.

Two large hands land on each of my thighs, spreading them further; I gasp at the sudden sensation of a warm tongue between my inner lips, the tip sinking inside of me while Leo's fingers shift to my clit, stroking gently. The last piece of information my eyes send to my brain before pleasure has me helplessly spriralling into subspace is a glimpse of Max holding my legs open with his mouth between my legs before my view of Max is obstructed by Malachi stepping overtop of me in a straddle position.

Then I'm only vaguely aware of my head being forced back by a hand under my chin and my mouth reflexively opening to accept a cock inside.

I moan around the cock as it slides balls deep until I'm gagging around it. It pulls back slightly, allowing me to get my gagging under control before it slides deep again. This time I enjoy the sensation of the cock filling me deep and balls pressing against my face. The pleasure of the warm tongue and the caressing of my clit becomes more than I can handle, and I cry out around the cock as I convulse around the tongue inside of me.

After my orgasm subsides, the tongue pulls away, and I'm left feeling dazed. Leo continues to work my clit while keeping a hand firmly under my chin, holding my head far back in position with my throat still fully open for the cock. I am helpless to do anything but stay relaxed until I feel the pulse of cum spurting down my throat.

When the cock pulls out of my throat, I blink my eyes open to re-orient and see Malachi grinning at me as he removes himself from straddling me.

At this point, Max speaks up. "I need that wet cunt riding my cock. Now."

I still feel dazed from my orgasm when Malachi lifts me from where I lay sprawled between Leo's legs and lowers me slowly with Leo's help onto Max's waiting cock. I moan in both pleasure and pain as his length and width slowly sinks inside of my wet pussing, forcing my sore and swollen tissues to accomodate him. Thankfully, my arousal and orgasm has me fully opened up and lubricated, minimizing the discomfort. Still feeling disoriented from my passive state of blissful surrender, I don't realize that I am sitting motionless on Max's cock until he manually moves my hips for me with his hands around my waist.

The movement rouses me from my trance, and I shift my focus to riding Max's cock.

"Ass or mouth, slut?" Leo says, looking down at me and stroking his cock. I blink up at him in surprise and choose mouth by process of elimination— the man in the woods did some damage to my ass.

"As you wish," he says. "Help her out, Malachi."

I gasp in surprise, when my head is yanked back by my hair. Leo positions himself with a foot planted on either side of Max's shoulders and slides his cock to the back of my tongue, taking immediate advantage of my opened up throat.

I moan against his balls as he thrusts deep. I freeze again on Max's cock, trying to catch my bearings. Max's hands guide me back into motion while Leo matches our rhythm with his cock bobbing in and out of my throat. My overwhelm fades as I surrender to the guys' lead, allowing my body to be a willing and pliable recipient of their thrusting cocks. All other thoughts melt away as I meditate on their rhythm. An image of the three of us melting into one entity comes to mind as I fully surrender my pussy and throat, allowing them as deep inside of me as possible.

Leo comes first, my throat eagerly accepting his offering. I feel a strange sense of loss when he pulls out, leaving me empty. With my head now free to move, I sink forward onto my forearms, craving to acheive a greater sense of intimacy with Max, though Max promptly rolls me onto my back, taking the dominant position. I don't mind. With the weight of him pressing into me I feel closer to him and more easily able to open up further for him.

I lift my legs into the air, bringing my knees to my ears, encouraging as much depth as possible. Perhaps it's my pending purchasing that has me suddenly desperate for connection, but I find that I can't get close enough to him.

"Max," I say huskily. "Would you kiss me?"

His eyes widen in surprise, but he nods and leans forward, bringing his mouth to mine. I moan when our lips come together, delighting in the connection I'd been craving. My moan seems to spur him on; he deepens the kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth.

Our kiss takes on a sense of urgency as we hungrily devour each other. The experience of having Max alone inside of me is rare— it allows me to focus on him in a way that I am not usually able to. Combined with the knowledge that this might be the last time that we ever connect like this, I become wild with a passionate need to deepen our connection.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" I cry.

Max wraps a hand around my throat and pounds me deep, hard, and fast. My vagina is sore from being raped, but the pain only adds to the intensity of the moment. We are two sex crazed beings, feeding off of each others' energy. I let the pain and passion of our connection cleanse my body of the fear filled helplessness of my earlier rape in the forest. Then I channel all of my fear and uncertainty of the coming week into accepting Max's cock. I'm crying, both from the friction of his cock against my torn walls and from the heartbreak of being purchased and taken from my guys, but if Max is alarmed, he doesn't let on.

I've never come from pain before, so I'm not expecting to, but the rising tension suddenly demands a release. and an orgasm hits me suddenly and unexpectedly. My sudden tightening must push him over the edge because as my pussy is contracting, his movements also freeze, and for several moments our bodies quake against each other as we ride the waves of bliss.

***Author's note: this excerpt is part of a full lengthed novel: Pretty Little Whore: A Freeuse Society of Hedone novel, BOOK 2

There are some things you should commit to memory. Verbatim. Get down fucking pat. Don’t worry. I’ll help you. Like always. Lemme tell you, sweetheart, everything has its place. But you? Well, you’re quite lucky, you know that? Why? Because you have two.

ONE

On all fours.

Back arched.

Ass proud.

Looking over your shoulder at me while you wiggle your hips like a good girl. You know what it is. An invitation. Well, not precisely. I don’t need an invitation to use what’s already mine. But I don’t mind you being so welcoming.

Bite your lip. Purr with need. Squeeze your thighs together and let me see that perfect slit.

You know my favorite fucking thing?

Pushing my spade-shaped head–thick and swollen with its own decadent desideratum–against that tight, tight opening. Like a padlocked gate, opening ever so slightly. Pushing. Pushing. Your lips mewling with a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure and all-around fucking desperation. Let me in. Like a vampire that comes a’knocking. Aren’t you gonna invite me in? Or do I have to keep fucking pushing?

And then–there it fucking is--the chain breaking, gate opening, labia spreading and clasping the thick-rimmed base of my insistent cockhead. A sigh of relief that becomes a grunt of unyielding yearning.

You can feel it can’t you?

Every inch I push inside you. The smooth skin interrupted by thick, throbbing veins. Spreading you. Stretching you. Leaving a perfect impression inside you. Hands on your hips. Thumbs pushing into the small of your back. Sliding down to grab that fucking peach. Cock pounding inside you. Thighs against your ass cheeks. Compress. Jiggle. Bounce.

I’ll pull your hair back sweetheart. Wrap it in my fist like a horse’s bridle. Look at me over your shoulder. Watch how fucking good it feels for me to fuck you. This is it. This is where you fucking belong. You wouldn’t dream of asking me to wear a condom. You need to feel every last palpitating centimeter as I drench myself in your heat. And it’ll come. Of course I’m going to cum. I’ve trained you well enough that you know exactly when to expect it. My breathing more ragged. My grip more wild, untamed, and unashamed. Open palm against your ass as I try to go deeper, deeper, deeper still. When I pulse you clench. I want it inside you. All the way fucking inside you. Dripping and seething and flooded. The cup runneth over. Down your thighs. Thick and syrupy and fucking exactly what you deserve. You earned it. Now clean it up with your fingers and push it back inside.

TWO

A variation.

On your knees. Hands on each knee. Looking up at me with those sweet, damp, angelic eyes. A good girl. Always a good girl. Head pats and words of affirmation. You wait for it. Long for it. You felt it inside you but now you need to taste it.

“Use my mouth. Use my throat. Use any part of me you need, Sir.”

Say it like such a perfect fucking babygirl with drool running down your chin. Not enough. It’s never enough. You know I like it sloppy. Slow and deep. Or fast and rough. It’s always fucking sloppy. Spit from your bottom lip to your already soaking pussy. A glistening little rivulet between your collar bones like the mouth of an inlet. Through your soft, swaying tits. My thumbs on your nipples, drawing semi-circles. Clockwise and then counter. Down further–through your belly button, between your squeezed together thighs.

Does your clit fucking throb when you suck me? Are you going to look up at me with those shiny, beggarly eyes? Like you’re just so impoverished right now, even though you’re gagging on my length. Taking it so far. Further than you thought you could. I know what you want. You can touch it. You can rub it. Slick fingertips between your legs while mine spread across your scalp. Pushing you further. I know you can take it. You know I believe in you. I’m just gonna give you that extra bit of coaching you need. Swallow it. Slobber on it. Like your life depends on it. Like there’s nothing else in your head right now. Empty except for your needy to fucking throat me. To feel it push past your uvula and break your throat barrier.

Gagging. Choking. Whimpering. Shivering. You can take it. You can take anything I give you.

Because you’re a good girl.

Such a good girl.

You’re going to hold your teary eyes open and look up at me while I push you harder. Heavy ballsack tight against your chin. You know it’s coming. In your mouth. Down your pharynx. Swallow it all. Sticky and salty and a little sweet. Swallow it now. So fucking much. My fingers flexing against your head as I hold you in place.

Your place.

On your knees.

Licking my cock.

Swallowing my cum.

Smiling through sweat and smeared mascara.

Exactly where you belong.

Same as before, this is a work of fiction. I don’t condone actual rape. Remember to be safe, sane, consensual. Thank you and enjoy Part 2

My internal panic climbed as Mike moved back onto the bed, naked and towering over me. He caressed my face, wiping a tear from my cheek. The greatest torture was how incredibly helpless I was. Completely frozen-no movement, no speech. No one coming for me. Nothing I can do but cry silently and scream on the inside.

“It’s okay baby,” he said softly. “I know this is unconventional but everything is fine. We’re meant for each other, but you just can’t see it. That’s why we have to do it this way, sweetheart. You’ll understand.” He pressed his lips to my unmoving ones. His lips trailed repulsive kisses down my cheek, my neck. Eventually his lips latched onto my nipple, while he played with the other in his fingers. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I could feel my nipples getting hard for him, my pussy slowly becoming wet with anticipation.

“See baby girl? Look at these pretty, hard nipples,” he looked at me smugly. “You like this. It’s okay. You’re supposed to. Women are meant to be subjugated by men. And certain women are meant to belong to certain men. You’re meant to be mine, baby girl.” His fingers slid down to my pussy, rubbing my clit and feeling my wetness. He planted more kisses on my cheek before nuzzling against the side of my face, aligning his mouth with my ear. He inhaled deeply, and I never felt more like prey in my life. Helpless, dominated prey.

“Mmm see darling, you’re so wet for me. It’s because your body knows. It knows it’s supposed to submit to me. It knows who’s in control. Listen to your body, baby. It knows you can’t stop this. That’s why it’s giving in. It’s making it easy for me. So give in, honey. Just let your mind go. Just be my little toy and you’ll be so much happier…” he whispered gruffly.

No…this couldn’t be happening. Not to me. Not like this. I DON’T want this. We were friends for so long…I never thought Mike would even know how to do something like this. But it IS real. It’s happening. And there’s nothing to do but take it.

I feel something large prodding my entrance. Fuck, it’s coming. I want to scream. I want to fight. Push him off me. Or at least try. But where would I even go? God if only I could make it to my car…

He pushes into me, pulling out and pushing deeper in with every thrust. I feel his hips rock against me as he works his way into me. Mike’s cock is huge, like 8 inches long. And so fucking thick. I don’t understand how he’s managing to get inside me, but fuck…I’ve never been stretched like this and he isn’t even completely inside of me.

His patience wears thin, ready to devour me, and he thrusts his entire cock into me. I feel like I’m being torn open, despite how easily he seems to slide into me. My mind is screaming for this to stop, for me to fight, for anything to happen to make this end. But I can’t move. It’s not even that my body feels too heavy, it just feels like it’s…offline. Like I have no connection to it, outside of the physical sensations of being pounded mercilessly. He holds my legs wider, claiming maximum access to my body. I hear his heavy breaths in my ear as he ravages my weak body.

“You’re doing so good…” he huffs. “Just keep taking it. You’ll understand soon enough baby girl…this is good for you…you…deserve this…”

His tone starts to shift and I’m suddenly more terrified than before. “You really do deserve this…” he grumbled and plowed deeper and harder into me. His insatiable lust was bruising my insides, and it seemed never ending. “You had the audacity to end what we had…all so you could date around…fucking whore!” he slapped me hard across the face, then gripped my chin and positioned my head to face him again. “That’s why I have to do this. You’re making me do this. I didn’t want to rape you. I didn’t want to have to drug you or lie to you. But you’re too STUPID, babe.” He keeps ramming his cock into me, my knees now up against my chest. It’s so deep I feel like I might faint. “It’s okay, it’s okay…” he says more to himself than to me. “You’ll learn. It won’t always have to be like this. And you’ll love it. You’ll thank me. Worship me. You’ll be so grateful I showed you what you were meant to be. Soon, baby…soon…oh fuck…”

With a final deep thrust, I feel him pumping his cum deep in me. Thank god for birth control. He lays his weight on top of me and catches his breath before pulling his cock out of my sore, abused pussy. I feel his cum, and likely my blood, dripping from my cunt. It’s over, I tell myself. This drug has to wear off eventually…

He got up and left the room, returning with metal cuffs. He could see the fear in my eyes and immediately attempted to comfort me. “No no, it’s okay sweetie. This is just temporary, remember? I can’t have you trying to run off.” He began securing the unforgiving cuffs tightly to my ankles and wrists. “You’ll start to gain feeling in your body in the next hour or so. After that your voice will come back, though it won’t be 100% for about a day. Neither will your physical abilities, really. It’s best this way-you won’t get any ideas about trying to leave and end up hurting yourself.” His veiled threat sent shivers down my spine as he attached the cuffs to the ends of the bed. Fuck, there goes any hope of escape. I can’t even begin to process what’s happening.

“I’ll come back to check on you in the morning” he says before turning out the lights, closing the door, and locking it. I lay there in the dark, completely helpless, and dripping cum, praying for the only escape I might have-a few hours of sleep.

I look at my reflection in the mirror. My lean five and one half feet grows another six inches as I step my red nylon feet into a dangerous pair of red stiletto pumps. I bend down to buckle the thick ankle straps and the air in the room coolly touches my dampening pussy lips as the g-string rides a little further up my ass. The blood rushes to my head a little as I return to an upright position and my dark curls fall back over my shoulders. I affix the red garter straps to the red thigh-high stockings and smooth my hands over the equally red barely there bodysuit, its vertical and horizontal grid of straps dig softly into my flesh and its lace panty and bra areas leave little to the imagination.

I massage my fingers over my hard, pointed nipples. My breasts are modest, but my nipples are always erect and he likes that.

Is it messed up to say that looking at my reflection really turns me on? A year ago, I never would have worn such a thing. A year ago, I would have hidden my body and the lights would be turned off whenever we were intimate. Until recently, I wasted my life hiding. But then I found a gathering of people from all over the world, sharing their most intimate secrets through words and images. There was so much unique beauty in each and every person and my life-long negative self image evaporated as I finally began to believe the words my lover whispered in my ear on a daily basis. “You're so fucking hot. Beautiful. I love your pussy. You make me hard all the time. I love your soft skin. Let me take pictures of you.”

I finally see what he sees. I am fucking hot and I work hard to be this way; yoga daily and cardio five days a week. I let him take pictures now and when he is away I fuck myself while I look at them. Pictures of my ass while his cock slides into my pussy. Pictures of his strong hands squeezing my little tits together around his hard rod as he fucks them. Pictures of his arc of semen frozen mid-flight before landing its rope up the length of my torso, my tongue sticking out to catch the rain.

I love his massive ejaculations and he has been away for a week and edging for me the entire time. I have been waiting too and it had gotten so bad that there were days I had to wear a pad to work because there was just so much juice and EVERYTHING arouses me when I am like this.

Tonight he returns and he carries the key that will set me free.

I hear the cab pull into the driveway and peek through the curtain. I watch the door open and my breath catches as he rises, his shaggy hair is mussed up from travel and his tie hangs like an open scarf while his shirt buttons are loosened and his blazer hangs over his arm. He dips into the cab and emerges again with his carry bag, then collects his luggage the driver has removed from the trunk.

I quickly check my lipstick, red like everything else I am wearing, and I clop down the hallway to stand at the top of the stairs of our split entry dwelling. I lean one hand on the wall and rest the other on my pointed hip and I wait.

The door opens and hubby looks tired. He doesn't notice me yet as he drops the load in his arms on the bench and kicks off his shoes. I clear my throat and he looks up and a ray of bright sunshine breaks through the clouds. He is up the stairs in three leaps and gliding his eager open hands across my bare waist and pushing down to grip my meaty ass cheeks and pull me against his hardening crotch. In these shoes, I match him in height and it takes me a moment to adjust to the slight change in angles.

“I have missed you so much,” he whispers and hungrily takes my mouth, groaning and desperate. “Fuck, this outfit is doing a number on me!” He grabs my wrist and pulls me down the hall and into the bedroom where I have many candles glowing.

“Stand by the left corner of the bed.” He turns his commanding voice on and a thrill shivers through me. Another thing I learned in my recent sexual awakening is that I love to be nurtured and controlled. Seeing that he is in a playing mood tonight, ramps me up even more.

I stand by the corner of the four poster bed where I am lined up perfectly with the mirror and he orders me to raise my hands and hold the post tight. A trickle of juice escapes to my thigh as I watch him slide his tie from his neck as he saunters towards me, his eyes hot like blue flames.

He stands behind me, the coarse fabric of his clothes brushing my bare behind as he slides his hands up my outer thighs, circles my hips, and comes together at my pubic mound, pushing downward and urging my stance to widen. Gripping from inside my damp thighs, he pulls me back, lowering my hold on the post and jutting my ass outwards, lining me up nicely with the bulge in his slacks. He pushes one hand up my back and tugs my hair while the other hand tests my wet pussy. I watch in the mirror as he retrieves his wet finger and sucks it between his lips.

Coming to stand beside me, he wraps his tie around my wrists and around the bedpost, keeping me in place. He bends down and places a gentle kiss on my forehead before silently leaving the bedroom.

I hear the shower running and groan as I drop my head. How does he have so much willpower to leave me waiting like this; to leave HIMSELF waiting? I watch between my open legs and a growing mass of wet slime gathers like a teardrop on the rim of my labia. What little material that exists in this bodysuit that is wedged between my pussy lips cannot absorb this much juice. The weight of fluid soon lets go and dangles precariously on a thread of silk, swaying slowly between my thighs as it inches lower and lower towards the hardwood floor. The temptation to pull myself up to the stiff bedpost and grind my cunt against the thick and coiled mahogany is strong, but the desire to take it out on my lover’s reciprocating cock is even stronger, so I be a good wife and I stay put and watch my thread of pussy juice kiss the floor between my feet.

He soon arrives, damp and naked with a folded towel in his hand. His cock is rock hard, perpendicular to his tight abs, and bobbing with his gait as though it were sniffing the air for its mate. There is a little more kink to his dampened triangle of chest hair that points my sights down the centre of his body to a well defined treasure trail, circling his naval and regrouping to meet his groomed, musky tuft of pubic hair. I inhale deeply, wanting to bury my nose in his fresh, clean scent.

He comes towards me and I know his sparkling eyes are enjoying the sight of juice hanging from between my legs as he lays the towel on the edge of the bed. “Oooh baby, you have really missed your Daddy, haven’t you?”

I mewl out my ‘yes’ as he kneels to the floor and catches the mess on his tongue, its web letting go and slingshotting onto his chin and down over his chest as he raises up and sucks my pussy hard through the thin mesh of my bodysuit, almost causing me to come immediately, but I stave it off; I want him balls deep inside me for my first orgasm and he knows that is what I want.

I suffer through him cleaning my mess with his tongue, then he shoves the bodysuit’s panty string outside my crotch and spears into me with his middle finger and strokes my anterior wall, adding to the pressure and probing my fullness. He adds the second middle finger with ease through my slipperiness and really bears down on my sweet spot while pressing his thumb to my clit.

“Please, not like this!” I cry and his free hand slaps my ass hard, one cheek then the other, sending an atomic mushroom of tingling heat spreading from the source of impact. “Daddy!” I hiss on a pained whisper and he kisses the burning and sensitised flesh.

I cannot hold it back, I am hitting the point of no return and the first spasm is about to erupt from me when he abruptly withdraws. I sigh and release the tension in my spine, collapsing in my bound state, and my exhausted heart races at 150 bpm though all I am doing is standing here.

My body slowly eases back from the edge that I almost slipped over and he stands over me, his hands gently massaging my back as he bends down to softly suckle my spine and neck. His fingers brush my hair to the side and he nips my ear. “You did very well holding your orgasm.” His breath impales my ear as his hard cock touches me and begins gliding slowly along my slit, urging me to climb again. “Keep beehaving yourself and I will let you taste me. Would you like to lick up my sugary sweet precum?”

“Yes Daddy, please, it’s my favorite treat!” I lick my lips and begin to salivate for his cock in my mouth.

“I’ll give you a double flavoured lollipop; mine underneath and yours on top.” He pushes my head down and I watch from below as his shaft rubs me and his bulbous head glistens at my pelvis. He rubs his eyelet with a finger and drags his precum down the bottom of his cock. Then my hair is suddenly gripped and tugged, forcing my head up and back and he sticks his flavoured finger in my mouth.

I suck it hard and moan with delight. When he threatens to vacate my mouth, I instinctually bite down on his finger to hold onto my food which earns me another two hard slaps that swell that much more quickly on my tenderised mounds of flesh. “And that cost you your lollipop,” he grunts and slaps me harder.

Something about being slapped always sends the little sex fiend inside me running fast to the place where my physical body cannot go without her and she suddenly stops dead in her tracks at the cliff, teetering, and almost sending me spilling again. I hold my breath, I try to raise my tush and lessen the friction, and my thighs begin to jiggle as my muscles shake. I utter a loud groan when he abandons me once again in the nick of time.

“Shhh.” He blesses me with more soothing caresses and whispers of love in my ears. He rubs cooling lotion on my warm behind. “Sometimes I think you misbehave on purpose,” he purrs as he tends to my tender rear.

“Not on purpose, Daddy.”

He growls on my utterance and takes me by surprise, filling my pussy to the hilt, and sending his heavy, hanging balls bouncing forward to slap my clit on impact. I cry out as the pummeling to my cervix sends an aching pleasure through my abdomen as it shrinks out of the way to make room for my lover.

“May I come now, Daddy?”

“Yes, you may.”

He adds to his pounding cock and rests the pads of his fingers on my exposed clit, leaving me wondering how shredded my costume has become down there. Not moving his hand, his thrusts allow my body to hump his fingers as I am pushed against them. The floor between my feet is about to get a whole lot wetter because I have a growing bursting fullness that only comes after edging for long periods and with the way he plays my edge tonight, I have a lot to release.

“Oh Daddy, I am afraid. I’m going to make a mess!” This is a kind of pleasure I used to only ever allow myself in privacy in the bath, embarrassed that my lover might think it gross. If only it hadn’t taken me so many years to crack my shell open and confess my secrets; but it’s never too late! Oooooh, here it comes!

“Do it, baby girl, squeeze my cock and soak me!”

“Unnnnn… Daddy… oooooh! I’m coming! Oh fuck, it’s so much!” My pelvic floor muscles spasm hard and my entire body shakes and the release erupts through me like a plucked guitar string, reverberating, and growing louder before slowly fading to the distance, yet staying receptive to its surroundings. My expulsion squirts to the floor in a rapid burst, slowing with each subsequent wave of pleasure, and trickling down my lover’s and my legs that slap wetly together while he continues to bump inside me until I am quiet.

“Good, good girl. I love you so much.” His thrusts become long and gradual as I drift into a state of relaxation. “I will reinstate my offer. Do you want me to keep fucking your pussy, or would you rather I fuck your mouth?”

“Let me taste you, Daddy, please.”

He pulls his dripping cock from my stuffed pussy, releasing trapped fluid that dribbles to the wet floor on his withdrawal. Picking up the towel, he unfolds it and wipes up our legs. “I will let you clean my cock,” he murmurs as he sops up my mess from the floor and kisses behind my knees, working his lips upwards as he raises to his feet again, stopping to press his thumb against my anus and promising it special treatment next time we play.

He unties the tie from the bedpost but keeps my hands bound as he stands up on the bed and pulls my wrist to the top of the post, stretching my muscles in my arms and core as my high heeled feet barely touch the floor. My mouth is perfectly aligned with his dick and his warm hands cover mine as he steps his cock in to meet my face and tap at my lips.

Stretched along the length of the bedpost, I do not have much mobility and as I stick out my tongue for the first taste of my tangy cunt that coats him, he rolls his hips to glide up and down my exposed tongue. I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out further, inviting him into my mouth where I close my lips around his rigid, veiny rod and suck in my cheeks. His hands tighten on mine and he begins to move more freely, knocking my tonsils and pulling back to strike the edge of my lips with the ridge of his crown before choking me out again. Swallowing is difficult with a mouth full of cock and saliva spills from the corners of my lips and dribbles down my chin and throat.

“Will I come deep in your throat or do you want to watch my week’s worth of ropes fly?”

“Mmmm mmm… ggllkk… hrkk...” I cannot say much when I am choking on cock but he knows what I want and he always rewards me when I am good.

“Keep your mouth open wide, baby.” He pulls out and steps back.

I open wide and hang out my tongue and the first, thick white ribbon blasts out with a resounding, “fuuuuckkkk,” as his hips thrust it forward with a mighty send off towards my face, meeting its target and splashing against my tongue on impact. More ropes follow and I tilt my head back, taking them on my throat and chest as he pumps out glorious loads of cock juice all over his hot, fucking good girl and coating my little red bodysuit with candy cane stripes.

Jason's curiosity about BDSM leads him to a training room, where he meets the captivating Mistress Celeste. The room exudes elegance and sensuality, a far cry from his expectations. As she prepares him for submission, Jason's nerves and desire intertwine, setting the stage for an intense journey.

As Jason stepped into the room, his heart raced with anticipation. He had always been curious about the world of BDSM, and tonight, he was about to experience it firsthand. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaited him.

The room was a stark contrast to the clinical, sterile environment he had envisioned. It exuded a sensual ambiance, a blend of luxury and darkness. Rich mahogany panels lined the walls, their deep hues accentuated by the soft glow of strategically placed lamps. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and a hint of musk, adding to the allure.

In the center of the room, a woman stood, her presence commanding the space around her. Mistress Celeste, a vision of dominance and beauty. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves, framing her face, and her brown eyes held an intensity that made Jason's breath catch. She was dressed in a figure-hugging black dress, the fabric hugging every curve of her body, emphasizing her slender yet powerful form. In her hand, she held a riding crop, the sound of it tapping against her palm filling the silent room.

Jason felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. He knew he was about to embark on a journey of submission, but the elegance of the room and the captivating woman before him made it all the more intriguing.

"Welcome, Jason," Mistress Celeste's voice purred, her words carrying an air of authority. "I see you've arrived, ready to explore your desires. This room is where fantasies become reality, where pleasure and pain intertwine."

Jason's eyes were transfixed on her, unable to look away. He nodded, his throat dry, unable to find the right words.

Celeste smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Nervous, pet? Don't worry, we'll take things at your pace. But first, let me show you around."

She began to walk around the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, drawing Jason's attention to the various instruments and furniture. The room was a BDSM enthusiast's playground. There were leather-bound benches, chains hanging from the ceiling, and an assortment of whips and paddles displayed on the walls. A large four-poster bed dominated one corner, its sheets a deep crimson, inviting yet ominous.

"Everything here is designed to heighten your senses and push your boundaries," she explained, her voice a soft whisper as she ran her fingers along a leather flogger. "But remember, it's not just about the tools. It's about the mind, the surrender, and the trust you'll learn to place in me."

Jason's gaze followed her every move, his curiosity growing with each step. He felt a tingling sensation in his groin as he imagined what was to come.

"Now, let's see what you're made of, shall we?" Celeste's voice snapped him out of his reverie. She approached him, her eyes narrowing as she studied his reaction. "You claim you want to submit, to be trained. But words are easy, Jason. I want to see if you can back them up with actions."

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his hand, her grip firm and commanding. She led him to a nearby bench, the leather surface cool against his skin. "Kneel," she instructed, her voice laced with authority.

Jason obeyed, his heart pounding. He knelt before her, his eyes locked on her face, a mixture of excitement and apprehension in his dark gaze.

"Good boy," she purred, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Submission is a powerful act, and I want to ensure you understand the gravity of your decision. I will guide you, push you, and explore your limits. But first, we must establish trust."

With that, she produced a blindfold from her pocket and gently placed it over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. The soft fabric blocked out all light, heightening his other senses. He could hear her movements, the swish of her dress, and the soft click of her heels as she circled him.

"Trust is the foundation of our journey," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "I want you to feel, to experience, and to let go. But first, we must prepare your body."

Jason felt her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him forward until his chest rested against the bench. He felt vulnerable, exposed, and yet, a rush of excitement coursed through him.

Celeste's fingers traced his spine, sending shivers down his body. She unbuttoned his shirt, her touch deliberate and slow, making his skin tingle. "You have a beautiful body, Jason. Strong and eager. I can't wait to explore every inch of it."

Her words sent a jolt of desire through him. He felt her hands on his waist, unbuckling his belt, and then the cool air on his skin as she slid his pants down his legs. He was left in just his boxers, his erection straining against the fabric.

"Oh, someone's eager," she teased, her fingers brushing against his hardness. "But we have a long night ahead of us, and I want to savor every moment."

She stepped away, and Jason heard the rustle of clothing, the soft clink of metal, and the creak of leather. His imagination ran wild, picturing her undressing, revealing her own body to him.

"Now, I want you to relax and focus on your senses," she instructed, her voice now coming from a different direction. "Feel the air on your skin, the warmth of the room, and the anticipation building within you."

Jason did as she said, his breath steadying. He felt her hands on his ankles, the soft brush of rope against his skin as she began to tie his feet to the legs of the bench. The rope was firm but not tight, securing him in place.

"You're doing well, pet," she praised, her voice close to his ear again. "Now, I'm going to blindfold you once more, and I want you to focus on your breathing. Inhale my scent, let it fill your lungs, and trust that I will guide you through this journey."

The blindfold was removed, and he caught a glimpse of her face, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, before she gently covered his eyes again. He felt her hands on his wrists, securing them with leather cuffs, the cool metal of the buckles clicking into place. He was now completely at her mercy, bound and blindfolded.

"Remember, Jason, this is a journey of discovery," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Your body is mine to explore, to pleasure, and to discipline. But always know that your safety and pleasure are my ultimate goals."

With that, he felt her hand on his cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. Then, she moved away, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the anticipation of what was to come.

The room fell silent, and Jason's mind raced. He could feel his cock throbbing, his desire building with every passing moment. He wanted to please her, to submit to her will, and to experience the unknown pleasures she promised.

As he waited, his senses heightened, every sound and sensation became amplified. He heard the soft rustle of clothing, the creak of leather, and the faint sound of her footsteps. He imagined her preparing, selecting the tools she would use to train and pleasure him.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, he felt her presence again. Her hands on his shoulders, her breath on his neck, and her lips brushing against his ear.

"Are you ready, Jason? Ready to begin your training?" she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down his spine.

Jason nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, Mistress Celeste. I'm ready to submit."

"Good," she purred, her hand trailing down his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. "Then let the training begin."

With that, she reached for a nearby paddle, the leather cool against his skin as she positioned it over his ass. Jason held his breath, his body tense with anticipation.

"Remember, breathe," she instructed, her voice soft but firm. "Let go of your inhibitions and embrace the sensations. This is just the beginning."

And with a swift, firm stroke, she brought the paddle down, the impact sending a shockwave through his body. Jason gasped, his breath catching in his throat as a mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through him.

"Good, Jason. Feel it. Embrace it," she encouraged, her hand stroking his back, soothing the sting. "That's just a taste of what's to come."

Jason's mind was spinning, his body alive with sensations he had never experienced before. He wanted more, craved the next stroke, and the pleasure that followed.

As the night progressed, Mistress Celeste continued to push his boundaries, exploring his body with a variety of implements and techniques. She was a skilled mistress, knowing exactly how to tease, torment, and pleasure him. With each stroke, each touch, and each command, Jason's submission deepened, and his desire to please her grew stronger.

The training room had become a sanctuary of pleasure and pain, where Jason would learn the true meaning of submission and discover the depths of his own desires. But this was just the beginning, and as the night wore on, the intensity of their encounter would only increase, leaving Jason eager for more...

I sat on the bed beside you, gently stroking your cheek. You murmur softly and I saw a soft smile on your lips.

“Come on,” I said. “It’s time to get up.”

You groaned and tried to shimmy further under the sheets. You refused to open your eyes until you smelled the coffee. Slowly you opened your eyes and a broad smile crossed your face when you saw the mug in my hands.

You sat up, letting the sheet fall to your waist, and took the coffee from my hands. As you took your first sip, murmuring your contentment, I take in your body.

I love the look of you first thing in the morning - eyes half closed, hair all frizzy - natural. Beautiful. I don’t often let you sleep with close on. Sometimes I want you in the middle of the night and the time it takes to undress you is infuriating when I’m in that mood.

So, I was able to run my fingers over your bare skin and it was my turn to murmur in contentment. You lowered the mug and looked up at me. I saw the question in your eyes. Did I want to take you right then?

I smiled a resigned smile. “I wish I had time. I have to go into the office this morning.”

Your eyes darkened and your bottom lip popped out in a little pout. I couldn’t help but laugh. I brushed my hand over your cheek and you nuzzled your face into my hand.

“I’m going to take you out tonight,” I said, and the switch from pout to unabashed glee made me laugh again.

“Really?” You asked. “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.” I answered. “It’s a surprise. You be good today, get your chores done, and I’ll take you somewhere really nice tonight.” I kissed you in the forehead as I stood. “Finish your coffee and get up. I’ve laid out your clothes and your schedule is on the kitchen table.”

You groaned an impetuous “Yes Sir”, but it was half hearted and I just smile at your early morning grumpiness.

I left you to get my things together for work. When I came back to our room you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth. Still naked. Still beautiful.

I stood in the bathroom doorway to watch you. I like the way your ass jiggles when you brush your teeth. When you bent over the sink to rinse your mouth out I stepped in behind you, pressed myself up against your ass, and ran my hands up and down your back.

You stood and leaned back into me. I slid my hands around to cup your tits. Your purred like a kitten as I teased your nipples. You pressed your ass against me, ground yourself against my dick in rhythm to my hands.

“I fucking love playing with this body,” I whispered into your ear.

I slid one hand down your stomach and between your legs, feeling your warmth and your wetness.

I let my fingers slid to either side of your pussy lips, gently massaging as I held your body tight against me. I ran one finger gently over your clit and between your lips, heard you gasp as your breath caught in your chest.

I took my time, letting my finger barely graze your clit. Slow and teasing. You tried you push yourself into my hand, grind your pussy against my finger, straining for more contact, but I held you firm against my body.

Slowly I slid a finger inside you. I love feeling inside you. I slid my finger out and traced it over your clit again. And again.

The fourth time I slid two fingers inside you, cupping your pussy, and letting the heel of my palm press against your clit. I worked my fingers inside you, massaged your clit with my palm. Gradually I increased my pace, smiling as I watched your face in the mirror.

You had your head leaned back on my shoulder, your hands behind my back, clinging to me for support. The way it made your body arch was an incredible work of art.

Five minutes and I could tell from your breathing you were getting close to the edge. I increased the pressure just a bit and rolled your nipple between the fingers of my other hand.

“Can I cum,” you asked.

I ignored you, kept my attention on what I was doing.

“Please,” you gasped. You were close. So close. “Can I cum, Sir?”

I stopped. Pulled my fingers from your pussy, wrapped both arms around your body and hugged you tight.

The look of betrayal on your face when you looked at me through the mirror did all kinds of things to me. I couldn’t hide my smirk as I kissed you on the cheek.

“The next time you cum, I want you to cum on my dick,” I said.

A wicked little smile crossed your lips. You slid your hands behind you, grabbed my dick through my pants. You gave me that questioning, doe eyed look through the mirror - the one you know I can’t resist.

When you started unbuckling my belt I grabbed your wrists. I kissed your cheek again and said, “I have to get to work, and you’ve got to get started with your day. Exercise first and then I have breakfast already laid out for you.”

I heard your frustrated muttering as I left the bathroom. The pleasure of it got me through the morning.

You can read more of my stuff here.

Agatha

Let's say I found myself in a situation not unfamiliar to me. I was sitting in a chair, my tits breathing freely under my shirt, my hands cuffed behind the backrest, and my legs spread tied to two other chairs, my Mexican pussy opening before the eyes of men who were hardly human anymore. I had not seen them because I was blindfolded, but I knew of something distinguishing today from my usual experience. These guys had guns and knives, and I didn't know what they were going to put into my pussy first.

 Should I explain to you why I was in danger, how many of these guys there were, and how likely this was the end of the sexiest girl around? In our Princess Tower, passion draws its strength from power on the one hand and the feeling of unbearable abuse on the other.

For that reason, the Shieldmaidens resisted, and since our prospects were changing as quickly as a chameleon's skin, they occasionally patted each other on the back and whispered that they wanted to meet so that someone could scratch them there. Montie and Claudia invited me into one of the sports equipment cabinets. There were seven of us in swimsuits, so we've got a lucky number.

 "What happened to you?" I asked. Claudia supported Montie, but her roommates Ruby and Nicole stabilized her shoulders. " Adriana and Roxanne, the ex-militaries, circled cautiously around them.

"Prefect arrested Alice," Caludia said.

"Th-they're going after those who created the show," Montie stammered. "I'm next, I'm next, I'M NEXT!

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement. "Zita told me she saw our friend in an undesirable place. Green is tearing her cunt with a needle." 

"You're not in a brothel," Nicole shouted.

"Sorry, retard," I apologized sincerely. "I would save her if I could, but we already have protection. Sophia is the Principal and a cunning one. She-" 

"How could she protect us if she couldn't protect Alice?!" Ruby shouted.

I was annoyed. My dream had come true. My best friend is a top bitch, and I stand behind her throne. 

"That happened a few days after the change of guards. Sophia would not allow another arrest."

" She allowed the dishonor of the Shieldmaidens," Claudia said. "Montserrat, I don't think you need to worry. It doesn't mean Green won't try to torture another of our army." She made a few steps away from Montie and towards me. "When they rejected our petition, they proved they have never meant well for us, but snatching the Alice is shitting on us."

"We'll sneak up on Green," Ruby said. "Should we free her-"

"If we try, we'll get Sophia fired," I said. "We can't attack, we can't help Alice to run, we won't have anyone to prevent Green from skinning us alive."

"And they took our weapons from us," Adriana pointed out.

I sighed. Alice wasn't my friend, but I hated Green, and this was a blow to our newfound confidence. " I'll talk to Sophie. She tells me a lot. She can listen for once."

"Sophia is incapable of freeing either Mayson or Alice," Nicole said. "If you value the freedom, find someone whose hands aren't tied."

"Sooner or later, the Shieldmaidens will get their resurrection," Claudia showed her teeth.

"As in our episode "The Succubus and the Shadow Order of Zombies," Montie remembered her fantasy roots.

We returned to the pool, and I wanted to stay in the cold, fresh water.

Shieldmaidens have never chosen a leader. I dunno, but I always thought I was the best woman to take up the mantle. If I were forced to name a reason, I would say my sex appeal is hard to confiscate weapon, and Sophia cherished my ability to give guys what they want and then want to repeat with me and me alone.

"One Heir was disrupting our meetings," she told me over the warden's walkie-talkie. "Lucas Balaban. Fitzpatrick said he regularly gossiped about me, and it would be a while before his mother called him. His inmate bores him, and he says that he is not interested in sex, but I don't believe that from a guy. I think he would need a boost in the form of a naughtier mistress."

I promised her that after the experience with me, Lucas would either fall asleep for two days or write me love letters all night.  

 I came to his room unannounced, but when he let me in, he didn't send me away. He sat up on the bed and stared at me. I could see that he had a thicker belly, but his cute face compensated for it.

"A comforting service is coming," I told him. "I heard we had someone sad here." I wasn't wearing a Lovemaking outfit, but a long red coat that covered me from behind. When I unbuttoned it, however, Lucas get a view of the stockings and the garter belt of the same color. Otherwise, he could only see my darker skin, which he could soon touch and get under it.

Come here to me!" exclaimed Lucas. From Texas, by the sound of it.

I tried not to contradict the clients, but the boy needed more. I threw my coat on the floor with a sharp movement. I walked quickly to his bed and suddenly turned sharply toward his desk. I lay on my back on it and spread my legs. "Stand up and use all your members!"

He left the bed with a rather stumbling step. He squinted but gradually grew more confident. He had to move because the most powerful part of a man's body, that which causes and signals his inner transformation pulled him toward me. His glans were pointing at me as a place he wanted to go, like a boy asking his dad to jump in the pool, maybe to visit half-naked girls.

"You may be a whore, but Green is a bigger one," Lucas said dreamily.

"It's a too good a name for Green, and most of all, he won't offer you this." I exercised my legs again.

"He's a coward. My family controls a much larger territory than Wyoming with their money. He can never hurt us, but he will use his power to keep us here and use us." Lucas pulled out a purple dildo from the side table and approached me. He admired my cunt.

"That's the thing about the law. It always comes from either strength or momentary passion," I explained to him.  "The law was often against us prostitutes, but the passion was on our side, so we were stronger. And here, Green is stronger."

"Luckily I still have some strength left," Lucas said, and against my expectations, he turned on the dildo and pushed it into my cunt without much preparation. I squirmed and opened my mouth at him defiantly, expecting his cock to be there, but Lucas only pinched my tits.

"Turn around," he said suddenly and added a slap on my ass from below.

Ah, so I won't be able to watch. I regretted it, but at least I turned on my stomach carefully so as not to lose the divine toy of pleasure in my insides.

I had to be consistent, so I pouted at Heir. He gets to separate cheeks himself. I could feel his fingers go about working together to do that. My asshole must have been exposed, but his cock caressed both halves so far. For a moment, he even let them squeeze his manhood. It warmed me up nicely, and I began to hump. All the while, my mechanical friend was teasing me in my feminine places.

At one point, Lucas split my ass again. I didn't feel anything for a moment, and then he inserted his long, hard tool into the entrance of my bowels. Although I had been stretched over the years of practice, now I was surprised by the pain.

"AHHH- slower, please!"

He grabbed my throat with his arm and sped up. I felt my resistance motivating even him more as the dildo continued its parody of tenderness long after I had climaxed, long after Lucas had defiled my ass and laid me on the table. He was panting terribly, and I prayed to God to get up and take the damn thing out!

He lay down beside me. "You really don't want to hold it to your room?" he asked, reveling in the implied threat. "Don't worry, I'll support Arnolph if he sends me at least two pairs of similar holes a couple of times a day!"

He left my dildo there and increased the vibration on it to torment me. Only then could I go somewhere where I could consider how long I could afford to be here without sex. Most guys are bastards who look at the administrator, even the artist and all they see is a piece of meat.

I was lethargic at dinner, unable to respond to my friends. After yesterday's experience, when I had to leave the room, Sophia told me a few things that made me stop trusting our smartypant Zita completely. I didn't focus on anything around me. We were eating some food and a cube of light above us showed us a brutal hologram of bound Thompson.

That image has been transformed into something else several times, sometimes into Sophia, sometimes into that clown Green, but today, it disappeared, and the melodies of two whole songs were heard in the dining hall. One was Ode to Joy and the other was our new national anthem, First Duke's March.

Another face appeared in the cube. A man, but more handsome than Green. A face with famous cheekbones and amazing long black hair.

Fucking Princeps Juan Fucking Gilbert.´

Juan looked around as if he could see us. Then those eyes turned serious and he spoke condescendingly.

"It saddens me when I have to comfort the weakest and most vulnerable members of our society, but at the same time, I draw strength from it. Me, who won't be standing on top of it anymore in a short time -"

Even snoring sounds more ingenious. Powerful guys are the most annoying because, like all guys, they talk, and they can make people either listen to their babble or pretend to listen to it. I only started paying attention when he started shouting.

"Prefect Green, you can stay where you are, but I appeal to your reason! Thanks to you, the situation in Washington has escalated, and Councilman Olsson has worked wonders. Under the leadership of Timothy Cooper, the hosts of emigrants have expressed their support for him and are begging us to come back, and believe me, they are not traitors! I'm prepared to think that they have been expelled from our country by elements like you!"

Juan paused and lifted his chin.

 "Start with small steps. I believe Daniel Mayson is a shady person. However, I want the current leadership of the Princess Tower to be able to talk to him. That will show that you respect my authority."

The cube faded again. None of us girls said anything. We couldn't swallow another bite, and our cutlery was hanging above our plates. We were a little relaxed thanks to the hologram of Sophia appearing above us. She had a much shorter speech. She bowed and said, "Thank you, my Princeps!" And it went out.

Green appeared immediately. He sputtered. I didn't want to listen to him. He was questioning the authenticity of the message. Shouted about the danger of the emigrants. He promised that Mayson would always be under his control.

It made me think.

It made me think more than when I was having fun, when I was being protected, or when I was gaining power.  I knew what I said to Sophia tomorrow would make me someone else, and I devoted every thought to it. It wasn't until tonight that a few thoughts penetrated my dreams.

Me, her, us. I see myself when I was a wife. Me – actually she – is cooking kale, but I'm watching myself from the table. Making lunch for myself? That makes sense, but why am I in two places? Housewife-Me has her eyes closed, she keeps humming something, but she doesn't turn to me. I am holding a baby in my hands, definitely my son. Did Housewife-Me give him to me? Can I play with him? I would love to, but he is too heavy. Maybe one of the two other women at the table would have taken him. They both look like me too, and they both laugh. They only get serious when they look at me.

"Bare your tits! She's hungry, she doesn't scream just because she's shy!" This girl is not shy. She shows her tits and the other one starts sucking on both of them alternately, as if she was enjoying tequila. Her tongue even turns into a snake on Bare Tits- Me. It splits itself in two so that it can go into more of her holes, and the shameless one likes it. She sighs and a geyser of rubies rises from her throat to the ceiling.

I obey her and offer the baby to drink from my tit. But what did the half-naked woman say? "She" is hungry?

The thing I'm breastfeeding isn't my son? A memory of the child you were. Someone told me something like that once. Can this child be me too?

Snake-Tongued-Me pulls her tongue out of Half-Naked-Me and laughs. "I've never seen you here before, but I rule here. Introduce yourself. How did you get here? Why have you changed? What happened out there?"

"There's a fight out there between Princeps and Prefect," I say, though I soon realize she probably didn't want to hear it. "Princeps might marry Sophia!" Was it really like that or am I already confused about the waking world?

"I want to marry the Princeps!" said Snake-Tongued-Me, emphatically.

"Why did you leave my husband?" asks Housewife-Me, confused.

"It's not about who we marry!" I objected. "We have to protect ourselves and we must attack the one who tried to hurt us!"

"Then why it looks like you can't help yourself?" said Snake-Tongued-Me, letting the snakes flick me in the face. I shoved Housewife-Me aside and grabbed a knife from the sink. I swung myself fast enough to pin the snake to the table. Half-Naked-Me jumped at me and took a mallet from the sink. I eluded her but Baby-Me started to cry. While singing a lullaby, I reached into the drainer and pulled a bow and arrows.

"Leave me alone or I'll shoot you!" I promised my previous versions. I stepped back into the door and pointed an arrow at each Agatha.

"Don't go out!" pleaded Housewife-Me. "You said it wasn't safe there!"

"But I will only see you there in the mirror!" I walked backward out of the house and shot in front of me just to be sure.

"Why should your friends come?" FitzPatrick was nagging, but I was still looking at Sophia, and she knew that I sometimes had brilliant ideas, even though I had to underestimate myself in front of people to get them to take me seriously.

 "Because they have fuller heads and harder brains, but they will still tell you they agree," I said confidently. "And because it can't be done without them."

"We'll bring them," Sophia agreed, resting her arms on the table. "But we'll wait. I hope you have thought your plan through."

All the members of my recent private meeting came to the Principal's office except Montie. Her place was taken by Carl, Nicol's Heir. I summarized what I had planned, and Sophia didn't speak for five minutes.

"Do you want to kill me?" she asked. "If I kidnap Daniel, Green will order the soldiers to rape us, cut off our hands, and kill us in the same hour!"

 "Can't you appreciate your ally?" asked Nicol. "Green has us partially surrounded, but he is surrounded by Princeps."

"And here begins the second part, which I have kept for greater effect," I said. "Once Mayson is ours, you will report to the Princeps that the Prefect resisted you, and you had to take him by force. Maybe he'll be angry, but maybe it will also tickle his dick nicely that he'll now be able to go into battle against Green. Everyone will see what a man he was and that his enemies had to tremble before him until the end of his term."

Sophia wrinkled her eyebrows. "I'll call him first. This will not happen without his blessing. But do you know I can't give you any weapons?"

Carl stepped in front of the Principal. "The girls will carry some fake ones," he assured her. "I'll be the genuine one."

"And how am I supposed to understand that?"

"Green is afraid that something will happen to Heirs. So, I'll serve as a hostage," he clarified his role and pointed to FitzPatrick. "His relationship with you is becoming clear to people, so I must step in to make them uncertain."

"We can afford to do it, unlike your wardens," Claudia said. "In the end, Princeps will free you, and you will free Alice," Nicole added contentedly.

Sophia got up and came up to me. She grabbed my armrests and bent down to me so that her long nose almost poked me in the eye.

"You will surprise them. That will be your task. You'll be like ghosts and won't let anything happen to any of Green's people."

 I smiled contentedly. "Ghosts? Thompson would be happy for you. We'll look like ghosts, too."

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... We stole six toques from the kitchen, cut them up, and made holes for the eyes. When we put them on our heads, we looked like a catering service for the KKK. 

Princeps obviously approved of our brilliant idea and let his wives blow him off because, in the evening, Sophia and Carl sent us to a room where Dorothy looked at us with shady eyes in an unbuttoned warden's uniform. She was standing next to sitting IT guy with a thick red beard and some white hair.

"I can't get to the Security, but my access code still holds up," Dorothy explained. "We need you to get to Mayson's cell between 8:45 p.m. and 8:52 p.m. This may be the last eight minutes that the access code will be valid.  Arnolph tells you that all her wardens will give you a clear way out. Once outside, your hostage will have to scream loudly. Green's soldiers will panic. If you're quick, they'll let you in. No one will interfere with your progress to the cells, especially if they don't know they're open."

"Is Arnolph ready to take over the Security then? " Adriana wanted to know. 

Dorothy shrugged. "Just like Princeps is prepared to drop the bombs on Green's positions." 

 In the end, the bombs fall, but first, the sex bombs have to do the work.

 In the end, the bombs fall, but first, the sex bombs have to do the work.

I wanted nothing more than to punch the right arrogant noses. From the smallest one to the biggest one. One thing made me uneasy. I felt like Ursula many months ago. She also became a terrorist, cheated, and took hostages. She ended badly. I reminded myself that she didn't have friends like that. I thought it would differentiate the winner from the loser.

According to the records, Carl wanted to enjoy our presence. He was the reason we were all in the Lounge with him. He just never urged us to put our toques on our heads and hold a plastic knife to his throat. In the Tower itself, he didn't even make a sound, but with a breath of fresh air, his plea carried through. "They kidnapped me, help! I want to see my home again!"

Green's soldiers took notice. So did the wardens, this time preventing the first group from trying out their weapons on us. Carl screamed again, but my wrist on his Adam's apple let him know that I wanted to yell now.

"Safe passage to the Security!" I demanded.  I turned my head carefully to the left. As Sophia and I agreed afterward, a covered wagon stood there, lacking people, but two rifles lay in the back. After all, the Principal had managed to secretly send us weapons in good faith that we would not end up using them. However, we jumped into the car. Adriana took the wheel, and Roxie prepared herself for the possibility that she might have to shoot. It was ridiculous for us and the audience how short the drive was, and we gave the right of way to another car just before Security.

The Wardens outside opened the door immediately and there were only two armed women and Michelle waiting for us inside.

"I want to be taken to the Principal Mayson 's cell,” I yelled as menacingly as I could.

Michelle looked unusually thoughtful. Yet it couldn't be brighter in her head than it was here in the corridor.  "If you like, we'll show you all the cells one by one," she said. "To see that Mayson is no longer here. Prefect Green ordered us to take him to Arnolph a few minutes before you arrived. We put him in the car so that nothing would happen to him outside, and he'll be in the Principal's office by now."

The hand in which I was holding the plastic knife froze. I wasn't even sure if my feet felt solid ground. 

 "You had him transported a few meters by car?" asked Adriana.

"As I said, you can see for yourself. But we are in a different situation now. We must ask you to release the hostage. I can bring cookies if you like." Thunders of gunshots rang out behind the wall.

"Out!" I commanded in complete panic. Some of us opened the door, and we all backed up. When we got our bearings outside, we saw about five Heirs running across the grounds, even in shorts or with backpacks on their backs. "Try to stop us," they shouted, and people have been trying, no matter how many wardens got between them and the soldiers.

We didn't wait for anything. The moment when the third shot rang out, we quickly jumped into the car. Without Mayson but still with Carl. Adriana started the engine, and I looked out the window. At that moment, an interesting change took place. The soldiers stopped chasing the Heirs, but most started firing in our direction. The hood and glass held up, but after a jolt, at least one tire said goodbye to us.

"Get out quickly!" I didn't know which of us had shouted it, but I agreed. Five of us jumped out at the back and headed for the circle of the wardens. I tried to follow them, but behind me, someone ripped off the door to the control cabin, and someone squeezed my elbow so hard that I immediately dropped the knife, and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

...and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

...and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

This was where my narration behind the blindfolded eyes ended, and it could not find any new sentences of story to tell. I told you at the beginning that I was captured here. Vulnerable to eight armored guys in some tent. I could find no joy in being chained to the chairs and hated by angry men who were also lecherous in the nastiest way possible.

"You had sex with her, Lucas?"

"I must have the prettiest dick that was ever inserted in her CD unit," the familiar voice joked.

"You mean USB port for the tiny connector," a crueler, unseen man said. 

Cruz. Madre Díos. I hate him since he reminds me of myself.

"Why is she still here?" an older guy asked incredulously. This was not an Heir but a male enforcer.

"We want other cunts to come to her rescue," Cruz said. "We'll send the message to our mole, telling her that Arnolph should think we don't want to give her to you. These hens may be tempted to deprive us of their accomplice, but all they will find will be a mix of jizz and cold meat, and we will hold more pussies for Prefect's interrogators."

Someone came on a light footsteps, possibly two women.   

"Gotta catch them all, Cruz?" Jesus, that bitch Bellinda.

"One screaming painslut wouldn't be enough. A million wouldn't be enough, but I won't let them hide. I want them to suffer for their nut-sized brains!"

The new voice supported him. "If we have more of those fanatics, Arnolph will be under further stress and forced to cooperate with Mayson and the Prefect." I didn't hear her often, but I eventually remembered the strange hoarse speech of Oriona, that girl in the tuxedo with the man's hair.

"I saw Mayson," Cruz said. "He wants to save his ass, and he knows that will be impossible unless someone slaps Arnolph around. Good thing we knew about the foolishness." 

This had to stop.

"You 've got me!" I shouted. "Tell the Prefect I will testify that Sophia wanted us to strike without Princeps agreeing, forcing his hand. He won't have to catch the other girls, and I want him to release Alice. You see, we were scared because he arrested her!"

"That is a silly suggestion," Cruz objected.

"The bitch is offering something," the deep voice of the male enforcer said. "And you 're not a Prefect, lad!"

"If you want to take her and go on a colossal waste of time, I know better than to turn our exchange of opinions into a pissing contest," Cruz said. "But I have to meet our mole, and suppose your colleague could accompany me?"

"Dennis, I'll take the whore, you take the whoreson. As for the others, go back to your rooms!"

Some massive hands untied my legs from the other chairs, lifted me, and an equally muscular knee kicked my ass to march me forward. 

I have felt outside with all its cold and stench, knowing full well that I would be grateful not to drown in my shit, but life is about other things. I have to save good, honest girls like Alice and Shieldmaidens, no matter what happens to politicians like Sophia. I like her, but I have to say goodbye to what she represents.

"Why are you here? You can't find your way back to your room? A little suggestion. It's part of a building."

"I know that woman," Oriona said. I still stepped forward, but the brute kicked me and wrapped his around my waist. "You probably know many of them. Aren't you one of those cook masks?"

"No, I'm surprised at the way she behaves. Come to me, Officer, I want to talk about what will happen to her."

I heard a short swishing sound.

"Argh! What have you done? You cunt, give me your hand!"

"What about the other one?"

There was that sound again.

"I know who you... I know who you..."

"What if I told you this was no ordinary tranquilizer but something that would ensure you would never know anything?"

"You would murddd…"

His speech grew quieter and heavier. I heard a thud and then a clinking.

Oriona finally took off the scarf that was blocking my vision. She had a damned ugly face, but I was relieved to see something.

"We need to get him into the tent," she said and unlocked my handcuffs with a key that might not be hers. I noticed she wore simple mechanical bracelets with empty holes on her arms. I looked down at the lethargic enforcer and saw one dart above his left foot.

"Were you serious? Is he dead?" I asked, stretching my free wrists.

"No, it might just take some time before he regains consciousness. And even after that, it will take some time for him to remember what happened." We brought the body into the tent and Oriona took me sideways. "I have a tent of my own. We all have been using them from the days of the hunt for Thompson. I need to check you to see if you have any bugs on your body. "

We went into her place where I could lie down on the bed and she took her scanner to me. "It may be paranoia, but sometimes they do that to ensure the prisoners won't escape." She did not spare a single millimeter of my body as she searched me with that grey tortoise-like thing. 

"No, thankfully, you are clear."

"So, you are Sophia's mole mole in Cruz's group," I broke the silence.

"Yes, but Green has one too and that is probably Dorothy," Oriona stated. "Not that it matters much. Carl said private things to his friends and they fell on the wrong ears."

That reminded me... "Where is Carl anyway?" 

„In the infirmary with Green's man behind the door. This will complicate things but with some luck on our side, the Princeps will find a pretense to attack."

"Boys being boys," I sighed and I couldn't help but notice Oriona looked at me very passionately. 

"I always wanted to be a boy, but my dad wouldn't approve of the surgery." Oriona sighed. "At the same time, I wanted it so much. To dress like men, to be like men. To fuck women."

"I can arrange the last one for you." I turned around and shook my ass. Before I could turn back, Oriona's arm wrapped around my neck, touching my chest, where her fingers took a moment to find out exactly where my nipple was, playing with it through my dress for a while.

"I've wanted to show someone like you what I can do for a long time!" The Heiress pulled away, so I turned back to her. Oriona removed her jacket, laying it on a chair, and button after button she undid the shirt . Finally, she pulled it out of her pants and stood in front of me from the waist up, almost naked. Her boobs weren't that small. She proudly displayed them in a cherry-red bra.

"Will you show me your lower part too?" I asked lasciviously.

"Shut up and undress!" She screamed. Well, I forgot. She's a man.

I took off all my clothes, shedding the shreds.  Oriona looked at me greedily. I didn't feel shy, but I put the expression on. I think it made her horny. She pulled me in and sat me on her lap like a cute little daughter. Jeans tickled my pussy pleasantly, but I felt more pleasure when our lips began to taste each other. Oriona took off her bra, so our boobies also rubbed each other. But Oriona felt at a disadvantage compared to my tits, so she leaned me back and bent in the same direction. Her nipples were tickling me soon and I might even laugh if the tongue of my lover hadn't stopped me.

Oriona must have been thrilled to rule my mouth, so she moved on to another base. She spread her two fingers and thrust them into my cunt and my asshole. I lifted myself to give her more room to her hand, and she took advantage of it. She sank into me, causing me pleasure and pain at the same time. She went deeper and deeper into me, and I tried to reciprocate with my tongue. As for the surface of our bodies, my nipples stiffened me and her. We teased each other with them, and when we sometimes broke a kiss, one of us would run over the other's belly. It was an exclusive mini-massage, and my orgasm was building. Oriona wasn't as frantic as the men when she did it to me, and she wasn't as skilled as Sophia, but she didn't seem like a clumsy novice. She must have imagined it a thousand times when her fingers met her lonely cunt.

She scratched my head with the fingers she had stuck in my holes a moment ago. "Let's take a look at the Principal's office. Arnolph may be going through a lot right now, but we should reassure her that we have been able to free you. She and Mayson... They will probably have to change a lot."

We dressed enthusiastically and left the tent. We looked around, but no one watched us in the dead of night. I thought that the darkness would soon be replaced by the sun and the silence would remain unbroken until we reached the Tower. But something came from the forest that I heard relatively recently. Shot. But an unexpected combination followed. A woman's laughter and a man's grunting.

The moment the cabin door clicked shut they were on each other. Kelly stooped down to passionately kiss Sakura, who pushed back on her tip toes. The girls wrenched each others clothes off, ignorant of their bruises, lost in a whirlwind of pent up lust finally realised.

Stripped bare, they stand apart and gaze into each others eyes, pupils dilated, breathing heavy. Seconds elapsed, feeling more like centuries, then Kelly reaches out and breaks the spell. She picks Sakura up, drapes her over her shoulder and carries her to the bathroom.

“Damn K, what’re you doing with me?”

“I’m going to wash you, then I’m going to bind you, then I’m going to make love to you, or fuck you, I haven’t decided.”

For once, Sakura has no reply. Kelly carries her to the massive shower, lowers her gently and begins to wash her. She starts with her feet and works her way up, tenderly lathering her body with thick suds before rinsing them off. She massages a luxurious shampoo into Sakura’s hair, it smells of honey, fragrant and sweet. Once washed out, she massages a silky conditioner in and draws it out across Sakura’s long dark hair.

With her hair pulled down in front of her eyes and in a state of deep relaxation, Sakura doesn’t see Kelly grab the silks and tie them into a double slip knot. Kelly takes Sakura’s hands and slips the rope around both wrists, pulling the knots tight. Kelly throws the length of silk over a thick pipe above their heads and pulls the trailing end down until Sakura’s arms are stretched up above her head and fastens it in place. The entire process takes seconds.

“Oh K, that was so smooth, what are you going to do now?”

“Shhhh my little slave. You don’t get to talk just yet, just focus on what I’m doing to you.”

Kelly rinses her hair and ties it into a wet ponytail, before embracing her for a passionate kiss under the falling water. As the intensity builds, Kelly starts to move down, kissing her neck, breasts, tummy, and then stops. She is kneeling in front of Sakura now, both girls breathing heavily. Kelly grabs Sakura’s hips in each hand and firmly spins her around to face the wall. Cold tiles press against Sakura’s breasts, cool and soothing to the touch, her nipples are rock hard.

Kelly moves forward, spreading Sakura’s legs with her hands then using her shoulders to wedge her inner thighs apart. Sakura goes to speak, but stifles it before she finishes her first word.

“Wha…”

“Shh slave, in all our games this is one sensation you’ve missed out on.”

Kelly presses her face between Sakura’s cheeks and, very gently, starts running her tongue in circles around her tight little ass. She licks and twirls for a few minutes, letting Sakura sink into the sensations. She can hear her lover’s soft purring over the stream of the water, gradually getting louder and louder.

Kelly lifts a single solitary digit to Sakura’s pussy and feels it sopping wet, her slick juices easily distinguishable against the running water. She slides two fingers in and starts massaging the front wall of her pussy, a couple of inches in, aiming to find the right spot.

A quiver in Sakura’s legs gives away the mark and Kelly starts to massage it in concentric circles. Her other hand finds her clit and starts massaging that in synchronous circles. Kelly can feel Sakura’s legs go weak as her orgasm builds, she takes the opportunity to press her open mouth between Sakura’s buttocks and pushes her tongue into her ass, licking and flicking.

Sakura entire body begins to tremble, starting with her feet, extended on tiptoes. It travels up her legs to her hips, where the trembling becomes convulsions, her entire body begins to spasm. The purring sounds raise to a moan, then a high pitched wail as she climaxes harder than ever before.

Kelly feels the pussy clench around her fingers in hard, crushing throbs. She presses her tongue into Sakura’s ass as it also spasms, rapid little motions that pinch her tongue. Kelly doesn’t stay still for long, but continues to massage Sakura’s g spot and clit, her tongue begins circling her ring. Hot liquid spills down Kelly’s arms.

Sakura lets out a scream, animalistic and raw, as she rides into a second orgasm, spilling into each other. Kelly has been dreaming of what she might do to Sakura for days and is not going to let her lover forget this moment. She times her strokes and licks to perfection and eases Sakura into her third and forth massive orgasms. She can feel her body start to go limp and slowly eases her down, slowly reducing her strokes and just holding a light pressure against those most sensitive places. Sakura rides the sensations into oblivion.

Sakura gradually wakes up into warmth, comfort and soft lighting. She feels a soft towel robe wrapped around her body, a bath towel wrapped around her hair, and Kelly, wrapped around her. She is a little spoon in a world of comfort and bliss, feeling a soft breath against her ear.

“Thank you K, that was amazing.”

“I love you Saks.”

Her heart skipped a beat and she blushed bright red as she nestled into Kelly’s strong and supple body. The perfect moment.

“I love you too K.”

They hug tightly, pressing against one another, finally able to say the words in the right place, at the right time.

“So what would you like to do now K?”

“First, I think we should dry you off and have a good nights sleep, I want to wake up spooning you. Then we should probably go greet the crew and the guests, and set out our vision for the final day before we dock. How does that sound?”

“Perfect. It sounds perfect. I think we are on the same wavelength here K, but I want to be sure… we love each other, truly and deeply, but I still want to experience these fun challenges. It will include other people and…”

“Saks hon, we are a team, and we have each other. But part of that is knowing we both want to have fun. If you’re not a slutty filthy mess by the end of this journey I will have failed. And likewise I hope to have a bit of fun too.”

“I’ll be your slutty, filthy mess K. What did you have in mind?”

“I want to send this cruise off in style, but you’re the one with the vision. Let’s discuss the details in the morning. First, I want to savour this moment.”

The couple pry themselves apart and get ready for bed. As they climb under the covers and lie down Kelly wraps herself around Sakura, their height difference makes for a perfect snug fit. They fall asleep in each other’s arms, dreaming of adventures yet to come.

This is my first attempt at writing erotica. This story is inspired by true events. Enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think!

Neko kneels before Master, back straight with her palms on her thighs.

Neko takes deep breaths as she mentally and physically prepares to serve Master.

Tonight, Neko’s nipples and breasts shall serve as her reminder that her body belongs to Master.

Master orders Neko to bend over as he inserts her favorite vibrating dildo into her needy pussy.

The dildo easily inserts into Neko’s already dripping pussy.

Neko moans in pleasure as the dildo stretches and vibrates her pussy.

Master orders Neko to return to her slave position and binds her arms into a tight chest harness with her new Kinbaku rope.

The harness compresses Neko’s breasts, creating plump and easy targets for Master’s plans.

Neko’s breathing becomes shallow as the harness restricts her breathing and the dildo relentlessly edges her.

Master applies Neko’s favorite weighted clamps to her nipples.

Neko groans in pain as she surrenders to the bite of the clamps.

Master takes a moment to step back and watch Neko before applying 50 clothespins to her body.

Neko’s thighs, arms, chest, and tongue are covered in clothespins when Master is finished.

Neko’s breathing grows ragged under the restraints and compounded sensations.

Neko attempts to cum — but she can’t!

Neko drools on her breasts.

Neko’s breasts are no longer plump and soft to the touch; rather, they’ve been deformed by the weight of the clamps and 10 clothespins that adorn them.

Neko takes a breath to steady herself before fully surrendering to Master.

Neko is Master’s art.

Master takes pictures of Neko in her predicament.

Master is pleased.

Neko hears Master reaching for more weights to add to her already taut nipples.

Neko knows what’s coming.

Master adds enough weight to pull Neko’s nipples down another 2 inches.

Neko attempts to cry out despite the clothespins on her tongue.

Neko’s breath quickens as she attempts to regain her composure.

Master doesn’t tolerate disobedience.

Master says Neko must receive her punishment willingly and proudly.

Neko acknowledges Master.

Neko stills herself for Master’s next movements.

But Master doesn’t move to touch Neko.

Master takes a seat and observes and admires Neko.

Half an hour passes before Master stands and moves close to Neko.

Neko shows signs of hyper-arousal as endorphins have flooded her nervous system.

Neko smiles.

Master begins to swiftly but smoothly remove all of the clothespins and clamps from Neko’s body.

Neko yelps, groans, and cries out as each new clothespin and clamp is removed.

But Neko remains poised and in position.

Master takes in Neko’s previously clamped form.

Neko’s breasts slowly attempt to regain their plump shape.

Master retrieves Neko’s wooden spoon.

Neko sees this and knows what’s coming.

Neko breathes deeply to steady herself.

Thwack!

Master strikes Neko’s left breast.

“Aaaggghhh!”

Neko gasps and cries out loudly.

Thwack!

Master strikes Neko’s right breast.

“Aaaggghhh!”

Neko gasps and cries out loudly again.

Master allows Neko a moment to gather her composure before striking both breasts again.

Neko continues to cry out in pain — and pleasure!

Neko thanks Master for striking her breasts.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!

Master relentlessly strikes Neko’s breasts.

Master takes a step back and smiles.

Neko meets Master’s eyes and smiles back.

Neko is happy to serve Master and be reminded that her body belongs to him.

Master steps closer to Neko and continues to beat Neko’s breasts until bruises begin to form.

After a final, painfully lingering thwack to each breast, Master drops the wooden spoon.

Even now, Neko remains poised and kneeling as the sweat on her skin sparkles and shines under the red lights.

Neko’s breaths are shallow, and she whimpers and moans as Master gently caresses her freshly bruised breasts.

Neko’s breasts now resemble fresh fruit thanks to Master’s strategically placed strikes.

Master praises Neko.

Neko thanks Master for the thorough beating and bruises.

Even without an orgasm, Neko is thankful for the opportunity to serve Master.

Neko looks down at her bruised breasts and smiles.

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(Hi, this is part 2 of a story which can be found here! I love comments, thanks a lot for the love you've given me so far. I basically write with a hand down my pants so I like knowing that this turns other people on too.)

(The same warning from the first story applies: I'm a female sub writing about my fantasies, and this is a dark fantasy scenario about kidnapping and permanent bondage. that being said, this story escalates things which could impact the experience of this story for you: the male pov character rapes his coworker. If this kind of fantasy could harm you, please don't read this.)

It was about 3am the night after you'd first watched SlaversAuction when you were woken up by a knock on your door.

You got out of bed with some trepidation. You lived in a quiet street with not many neighbors. Maybe one of the salarymen who lived in the area had gotten too drunk and come home to the wrong house? They did all look the same in the dark.

You definitely weren't going to just blindly open up, you'd check who it was. Bleary eyed, you turned on the porch light. Immediately, someone's face was smushed against the window of the door. You jumped back in instinctive alarm, only to process a second later who you were looking at.

The heavily gagged face of your bitch coworker.

The man you'd watched torment that whore on stream just last night was outside your door, sliding your coworker's face against the glass and chuckling at her whimpers. "Got a delivery for you pal," he said, baring his teeth in a predatory smile.

"MMNMPFH?!?!?" your coworker squealed into her gag as she finally processed the sight of you. "HLMPH!!! HLMPFH MFH!!! PLMNFHH!!"

You felt lightheaded. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you felt yourself reach for the handle. It was almost like being on autopilot. You released the deadbolt. You turned the knob.

What had you gotten yourself into? You should free her of course. You knew that. This bitch deserves this. But how could you win against her kidnapper? He was clearly stronger than you, and you didn't want to make an enemy of him or whatever organization ran SlaversAuction. So don't be their enemy. Join them and punish cunts.

And what would happen if you freed her? She'd have questions. She'd want to know why she'd been targeted, and why she'd been brought to you. The police would investigate. They might search your computer. You could be in real trouble. And you'd have lost this chance forever.

You knew what you should do. You should help her. You should pull this dumb cunt poor woman inside, lock the doors and call the cops on your hero this dangerous man.

The door swung open.

The man from SlaversAuction grabbed the bitch your coworker by her hair. She squealed in discomfort and squirmed fruitlessly in his grasp, begging you with her eyes. She certainly couldn't beg you any other way, the whole lower half of her face was wrapped in what had probably been several rolls of duct tape. Even under the painful mask of silver, you could see the way her cheeks bulged from the overwhelming amount of stuffing they'd used to silence her.

God. Finally. You could hear yourself fucking think.

Man. This was fucking amazing.

Her arms were tied behind her, elbow to elbow, and she was teetering on the ground in high heels, her ankles crossed and heavily wrapped in more duct tape.

You reached forward and pulled her shirt up. You enjoyed the cunt's involuntary squeak of shock when she was exposed, but you really loved the pathetic fucking squeals when you grabbed those fat fucking tits and squeezed.

"Wow," you said, your mind reeling at how incredible it felt to molest and degrade this bitch. "You always kept these fat titties of yours hidden under ugly ass shirts. I've always wanted to grab them and give them a good honk."

"NFHH MMPFHH?!?!" she looked so horrified. So utterly betrayed by you. Her cheeks burned red with furious humiliation and terror. Your cock twitched so hard in your pants you gasped lightly.

"Shut up whore," you met her frightened gaze with a stern glare, taking the liberty to bounce her tits in your hands and pinch the nipples that were getting involuntarily hard at your attention. "If you had the right to speak, you wouldn't be fucking gagged like a bitch right now."

You surprised even yourself with the cold dominance in your voice. You still couldn't believe this was really happening. What were you going to do?

You dragged her inside your house by her tits. She screamed, and you felt yourself smile instinctively in response to her humiliation and suffering. The man followed after you, locking the door behind him and grinning at you.

The two of you locked eyes and nodded. He lifted her under her shoulders and you lifted her legs as together you carried her out of sight of the entryway and into the living room. You dumped her on the floor and watched as she squirmed pathetically. You gasped, and pressed the heel of your palm against your rapidly hardening cock.

"She's yours," the man said, watching your face as you looked down on her. "Signing bonus for new members of the team."

"Mine?" your mind reeled at the possibilities. "Like you're not going to sell her?"

"Not unless you want us to," he replied. "You get to decide what happens to her. She can be your personal bitch. We do encourage and appreciate our staff lending their bitches out for our private parties though. You can have her wear a chastity belt and all that will happen is some groping and spanking. And a room full of very powerful and wealthy men calling her a cunt and a whore, of course."

You breathed hard, and unzipped your pants, jacking your dick slowly above her squirming body. She shook her head furiously and squealed into her gag, and you kneeled down to grab her tits in both hands again. "Keep struggling cunt," you hissed. "It just makes my dick harder."

"Do you have some more tape?" you asked your new best friend. He chuckled and swung a backpack off his shoulders. You opened it up to see it completely full with bondage supplies. You grinned at him. "I think I need to make this bitch less comfortable."

You grabbed several rolls of duct tape and sat down on the back of your moaning coworker. She writhed around, doing her best to buck you off and you slapped her ass with all your might. "MNNFFHH?!?" she squealed in shock, and grunted to the rhythm as you continued to spank her.

"You've needed a good spanking for a long time, cunt" you said. You hadn't realized how much you'd always wanted to do this. "This is okay for a first time, but I think in the future we'll do maintenance spankings at least every couple hours, with your panties down and this fat ass presented over daddy's knee."

"Nnmfhh...Nnuhhh.." she moaned, exhausted. Her body slumped against the floor, the emotional and physical strength drained out of her.

She was finally being a good whore.

You took your pocket knife out and sliced through the tape connecting her ankles. You pressed her legs thigh to shin and wrapped a whole roll of duct tape around each of them, forcing her into a frog-tie.

"Why don't you take the cunt to your room?" the man said. "I'll be out here when you're done."

That was a great idea. You got up and picked up the bondage supplies bag, before grabbing your slave and hoisting her over your shoulder. The man winked at you, before sitting on your couch and turning on the tv. You walked to your bedroom, spanking her as you went.

You threw her down on her back onto your mattress. She bounced and squealed in shock, and you palmed your cock at the sight of her exposed tits jiggling. With her legs frog-tied, she had no way to close them, and she lay there on your bed looking up at you with pleading eyes glistening with tears, mewling into her gag.

You opened your pocket knife again and she shrieked as you approached her. You chuckled at the thoroughly muffled sound of it as you grabbed her. She didn't squirm at all as you cut off her shirt, pants and panties, she followed the knife with her eyes as much as she could, breathing hard through her nose.

"It's okay, bitch," you said, mock soothingly, squeezing her tits gently. "All done. No clothes anymore for you."

You rummaged through the bondage supplies bag. You needed something good to torture those fucking teats.

You found some zipties, and a pair of binder clips. Perfect.

The sound she made when you cinched those tits in the zipties was so incredible it almost made up for all the time you'd had to spend working with her. Now if she would just-yes. The sound she made when the binder clips went on her poor defenseless nipples had completely healed you. You completely recommended this therapy to any man who had a worthless cunt in his life.

For the finishing touch, you tied a rope around her neck and fastened it to the bed post.

Then you fucked her. Obviously. You fucked her harder than you've ever fucked anyone. This slut is gagged and you're gonna make her squeal like a bitch.

This is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt.

All women should be fucking gagged forever, you realized, if this is how fucking good they sound.

Her pussy was so tight and wet and hot. It pulled you in. She squealed and moaned when you slapped her clit and bit her tits. She was fucking made for this.

"Cum for me fucking slut," you growled in her ear, drilling into her as one hand crept between your bodies to rub and pinch her slutty little clit while the other hand wraps around her neck. "Come on, come on, come on, come on-" you cut off and groaned, as she shrieked into her gag, and twitched and shuddered through an orgasm.

"GOOD fucking girl," you continued to rub her clit even as she squealed with overstimulation and tried to get away from you. "That's a good fucking fucktoy, fucking make daddy cum in this pussy, take it like my fucking PROPERTY-" you cut off in a groan as you pistoned your hips once, twice, three times..and had the best orgasm you've ever had in your life.

You lay on top of her for a long time, cock softening inside while she whimpered softly and pathetically beneath you, squirming away from your continuous rubbing of her desperately sensitive little clit.

When you finally pulled out, you gazed at the scene in front of you. Your fucktoy, glassy-eyed and made stupid by cock, whimpering pathetically, bound and gagged on your bed.

She'd never be untied again. You'd make sure that if her big mouth wasn't stuffed with a thick gag, it was stuffed with cock.

You carefully gathered her in your arms and carried her to your closet. You placed her on the floor, and as a final touch, dug around in the bondage bag until you found a bullet vibrator which you taped against her clit. She moaned in exhausted horror.

You closed the door and locked it.

You walked out and looked at the slaver sitting in your living room.

"So, when can I start?"

You look beautiful; stripped naked and shackled against the wall of the dungeon. I watch you struggle pathetically, trying to loosen your bonds but succeeding only in rattling your chains and showing off your body. You can’t see anything, so the sensation of my fingertips brushing against your cheek catches you off guard and sends a jolt of fear down your spine. “Its okay pretty girl.” I offer words of comfort as my fingers keep travelling down the gentle slope of your neck and across your clavicle. You whimper as they trace along the arc of your breasts, brushing against your nipple and sending a rill of pleasure flowing through your body as I tell you that “If you’re good and obedient, I won’t have to hurt you too much.” My fingers keep going; down your stomach and around your hip. They squeeze the flesh of your ass like a ripe fruit. “But if you can’t be good, I have ways to make you comply.” I warn before asking “Do you understand?” as my fingers drift lower, moving around the back of your thigh to tease at your labia.

The fear and the knowledge of the pain that I can inflict on your helpless body make your heart beat fast and jagged. But the pleasure of my gentle caress at the edge of your pussy flows hot and thick through your body. You can’t even think to answer my promises or my warning. Your thoughts are melting like chocolate in the microwave, fear and desperate need filling your brain. You just barely manage to find your words and whisper “Yes, sir.”

I pull my hand away, and you give a petulant whine as the ephemeral pleasure fades from your body. You hear a soft, sucking pop somewhere in the darkness then the small clattering racket of something plastic falling to the dungeon floor. You can feel yourself trembling, anticipating the terrible and unknown pain you will endure for my enjoyment. Its almost a relief when the cold, waxy hardness of the lipstick moves over your cheek.

I write with slow, caring strokes so that you can feel the down-up-down-up of the letter W and the down-across-down of and H. It takes no more than a soft tap on your chin to open your mouth. You can’t see the lipstick, but your mind’s eye pictures a gaudy ring of vivid crimson around your mouth forming the letter O. Before I finish the word you feel my touch on your breasts once again. This time its more possessive, groping and squeezing as I mark you with the down-loop-diagonal of an R and the down-across-across-across of the E.

“What a pretty whore you are.” I observe, still playing with your breasts. “But you’re so much more than that.” You feel my fingers tracing upwards; from your breasts to your shoulders to your throat, where they squeeze. My grip is just tight enough to make you gasp with surprise and fight for breath as I label you a slave just above your right breast. Over the left one I tell the world you are a fuck toy. Then my hands drift lower. The next letter comes between your belly button and the top of your vulva. You recognize the circle of an O and the jaunty lines of a W, but the rest of the letters come as a quick series of loops and lines. With your mind fogged by lust and terror it takes you a minute to realize they spell out Owned by [saintxwing]. “There” I say, stepping back to admire my handiwork. “Now we know what you are, and who you belong to.” All you can do is stand there, naked and bound, displaying to the world that you are my slave and my fuck toy; my good little whore.

Something else breaks the silence of the dungeon. It sounds like distant traffic, or a strong wind in the trees. You understand only when the tresses of the flogger rake across the tender skin of your belly. The burning is sudden and bright. It makes you cry out and flinch, rattling your chains. The second impact falls across your breasts. Its followed quickly by a thirdfourthfifth. The stinging grows steadily, matched by the needy throb from between your thighs. All you can do is struggle, moaning pathetically as you try to twist away from the pain of my lash. You can tell that I am smiling, and that the smile is sadistic, from the sound of my voice when I praise you. “That’s right pretty girl. Fucking squirm for me. Squirm like a good whore. Show me how sexy you are when you’re in pain. Show me why I love to punish those curves.”

You are caught in a trap. Each time you shy away from the flogger or recoil in pain, you invite more. And as the pain gets more intense, the spectacle of your suffering gets better. You are a beautiful, sensuous dancer moving to the rhythm set by my lash, the melody of your own agonized whimpering. But this music is different. The more intense it becomes the less you can stand. With every blow of the flogger, it melts you into a mess of helpless pain and primitive, atavistic desire.

You know that you are at your limit. Your skin burns and your heart throws itself against your ribs; every breath is long and ragged; threatening to become a sob. You hear the leather snap and await the strike that will send you over the edge, but it never falls. Instead, you feel my fingers, once again sliding up the inside of your thigh, and my lips softly pressing against the O in whore. The kiss is long and slow, passion and possession mixed together.

You gasp suddenly. Your whole body quivers with unexpected bliss as my fingers slide smoothly into your needy pussy. “Look how wet that flogging made you.” I whisper into your ear. “You are such an eager little fuck toy.” My fingers curl back and forth, calling pleasure out from deep inside you. It spills out through your body to reach the very tips of your toes as I ask “Do you want to be fucked, little toy?”

Your jaw hangs open, but you don’t speak. Its just barely possible to think. And it feels like an eternity before you can find the words “Fuck. Yes. Please. Yes, sir.”

You moan in needy frustration as my fingers pull away. Then you feel the clamps on your nipples. Their bite is gentle; a little pressure on one of your most sensitive parts. Its steady but not quite painful as I take your still bound hands down from above your head. You wait, ready to be led to whatever fate I have determined.

With out a breath of warning the gentle pressure of the clamps changes into a bright pain. It flashes out from your breasts, and glows in every synapse in your body. The agony gets more intense as the tension on the chain between your breasts get tighter. Without even thinking you step forward, following me into the darkness. I use the clamps and the pain they inflict to guide you towards the bed. You know we have arrived only when I bend you down onto soft sheets and spread your legs.

I don’t hold back. My cock fills your desperate and soaking pussy. All you can do is moan and twitch as I fuck you like the compliant whore that you are. The pleasure comes in waves, one after the other, they wash away what’s left of your beleaguered mind. You can feel yourself losing control,

Lucas, a man of control, is drawn to Emma's studio, his nerves exposed. She, a vision of desire, offers a journey into his hidden fantasies. As he surrenders, Emma's touch ignites a thrilling exploration of submission, leaving him craving more.

Lucas stood in the dimly lit hallway, his heart pounding against his rib cage, a stark contrast to the controlled and composed demeanor he usually wore. The message from Emma had intrigued and terrified him in equal measure. He had always been the one calling the shots, his life meticulously planned and executed, but now he was abouting to surrender control, and the thought both excited and terrified him.

He checked the address again, ensuring he wasn't mistaken, and then, with a deep breath, he knocked on the door of the studio. The sound echoed in the quiet corridor, and he immediately regretted the action, wishing he could take it back. But it was too late.

The door swung open, revealing a woman who embodied raw, untamed desire. Emma stood before him, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her piercing emerald eyes. She wore a black silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she took in his nervous stance.

"You're late," she purred, her voice like warm honey, dripping with sensuality. "I thought you might not come."

Lucas swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I-I'm sorry. I... couldn't resist."

Emma's smile widened, and she stepped aside, inviting him in. "I'm glad you didn't. Come, let's not waste any more time."

The studio was a spacious loft, its high ceilings and exposed brick walls creating an industrial yet intimate atmosphere. Soft lighting cast shadows in the corners, hinting at secrets waiting to be unveiled. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, stirring primal desires within Lucas.

As he stepped inside, Emma closed the door, the sound echoing in the quiet space. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "You've been curious about this world, haven't you, Lucas?"

He nodded, unable to find his voice. His heart raced as he realized this was no ordinary encounter. This was a journey into the depths of his desires, a world he had only dared to explore in his wildest fantasies.

"I know what you crave, Lucas," Emma whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she moved closer. "You want to let go, to surrender control. You've spent your life dominating, but now you yearn to be dominated."

Lucas shivered at her words, his body responding to her every move. "Y-Yes," he stammered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to give up control. I want to be yours."

Emma's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "Good. Then we shall begin." She took his hand and led him towards a large, plush sofa. "First, we must establish the rules of our engagement. This is a safe space, Lucas. You can trust me with your deepest desires, and I will guide you through them."

Lucas felt a surge of relief at her words. He had never trusted anyone with his secret longing, and the idea of sharing it with Emma, of being guided by her, was exhilarating.

"I want you to undress," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. "Take off your clothes and fold them neatly. We will leave your inhibitions with your suit."

Lucas's fingers trembled as he began to unbutton his shirt, his movements clumsy with anticipation. He removed his clothing piece by piece, folding each item with care, despite his shaking hands. Soon, he stood naked before Emma, his body exposed and vulnerable.

Emma's gaze traveled the length of his body, taking in every inch of his muscular frame. She smiled, clearly pleased with what she saw. "You're beautiful, Lucas. And you will be mine to do with as I please."

Lucas felt a rush of heat between his legs as her words sank in. He was at her mercy, and the thought sent a thrill coursing through his veins.

Emma retrieved a blindfold from a nearby table and held it up for him to see. "This will help you surrender. You will rely on your other senses, and you will learn to trust me."

Lucas nodded, eager to experience this new level of submission. He allowed Emma to guide him to a chair and gently placed the blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. The silk was soft against his skin, and he felt a wave of anticipation as he realized he was now completely at her mercy.

"I want you to relax, Lucas," Emma whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "Take deep breaths and focus on your body. Feel the air on your skin, the sensations I will soon evoke."

Lucas obeyed, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he tried to calm his racing heart. He felt Emma's hands on his shoulders, her touch light and soothing. She began to massage his tense muscles, her fingers working their way down his back, eliciting a soft moan from his lips.

"That's it, let go," she murmured, her voice a soothing melody. "Feel my touch, let it consume you."

As Emma's hands glided over his body, Lucas felt his worries melt away. He was acutely aware of every sensation—the soft caress of her fingers, the warmth of her breath, the gentle scratch of the silk blindfold. His cock began to stir, hardening with each stroke of her hands.

"You're responding well, Lucas," Emma whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Your body betrays your desire. I can feel your need, your longing to be taken."

Lucas's breath quickened as she spoke. He was desperate to feel her touch on his aching cock, to be penetrated by her, to surrender completely.

Emma's hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against his inner thighs, teasingly close to his throbbing shaft. "I'm going to make you beg, Lucas. I'm going to push you to the edge until you're pleading for release."

Lucas whimpered, his body arching towards her touch. "Please, Emma... I need..."

"Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "First, I want to taste you. I want to feel your desire on my tongue."

Lucas felt her hands on his hips, guiding him forward. He stumbled slightly, his blindfolded state making him unsure of his movements. Emma gently pushed him down onto the sofa, positioning him on his back.

She straddled his thighs, her wet heat pressing against his cock, but not granting him the penetration he craved. Instead, she leaned forward, her lips finding his, and kissed him deeply. Her tongue danced with his, exploring his mouth with a hunger that mirrored his own.

As they kissed, Emma's hands roamed over his chest, her nails scratching lightly against his sensitive nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. She broke the kiss, leaving him breathless, and began to trail kisses down his neck, her tongue leaving a wet trail on his skin.

"You taste delicious, Lucas," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "But I want more."

Lucas felt her hands on his cock, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his hips thrusting upwards, seeking more of her touch. Emma's strokes became firmer, more insistent, as she pumped his shaft, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head.

"Please, Emma," he begged, his voice raw with need. "I can't take much more."

"Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin as she leaned down to lick the tip of his cock. "I want to feel you explode in my mouth."

Lucas's body tensed as he felt her warm, wet mouth engulf the head of his cock. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive glans, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Her mouth moved in a slow, rhythmic motion, taking him deeper with each stroke.

"Oh God, Emma," he groaned, his hands clenching the sofa cushions as he struggled to maintain control. "I'm close..."

Emma's mouth tightened around his shaft, her tongue working in perfect harmony, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. Lucas's hips bucked uncontrollably as he felt the familiar coil of pleasure in his balls.

"Cum for me, Lucas," Emma whispered, her voice a command he couldn't deny. "Let go and fill my mouth with your essence."

Lucas's body convulsed as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. He cried out, his voice muffled by the blindfold, as his cock erupted, shooting hot jets of cum into Emma's eager mouth. She swallowed eagerly, milking his shaft with her lips and tongue, draining him of every last drop.

As his orgasm subsided, Lucas lay panting, his body trembling from the intensity of the release. Emma's hands stroked his chest gently, soothing him back to reality.

"That was just the beginning, Lucas," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "There's so much more for you to experience. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment of surrender."

Lucas smiled, his heart still racing. He had taken the first step into a world of forbidden pleasures, and he couldn't wait to see what Emma had in store for him next.

As the blindfold was removed, Lucas found himself staring into Emma's eyes, a mixture of desire and satisfaction reflecting back at him. He knew in that moment that his life was about to change, and he was ready to embrace the unknown, to explore the depths of his submission.

You’ve avoided me all day. I guess you didn’t enjoy our meetup yesterday as much as I did, or maybe you’re unhappy with our new arrangement.

Regardless, it irritated the hell out of me. I had … plans for you this morning, but instead I’ve just had to sit here at my desk, pretending to work - pretending like I’m not just Imagining the next time I get you alone.

My office has a good view of the elevator and I watched to see if you’d leave for lunch. No one uses the stairs in the place, so when I heard the metal, fire door close I knew it was you - still avoiding me.

I hopped up from my desk and rushed to the stairway - as fast as I could go without looking like a freak sprinting down the office hallway. I slipped through the door and closed it quietly behind me.

You were already a floor below me, so now I ran to catch up. You made it to the landing between the next two floors before I caught you.

I grabbed your arm and turned you toward me. “You’ve been avoiding me,” I said.

“Get off me,” you seethed. “I’m not in the mood.”

I smiled. “That’s not how this works … not unless you want your boyfriend to see the video of you eagerly taking my dick.”

I guess you didn’t have a response to that. You just glared at me like you thought you could make my head explode just by willing it.

I stepped in close to you. “Did you think you could avoid me and I’d just forget about you? That maybe I’d just wanted you that one extra time and then I’d be done? Or maybe I’d feel guilty and give the whole thing up?”

I spun you around and pushed you up against the wall - not hard, but firmly. I pressed myself against your ass and leaned in to whisper into your ear. “Do you think I just lucked into fucking you where I had a camera hidden? That I got you to come to my house by some happy accident?”

As I spoke I unbuttoned your shirt down to your stomach. I slipped my hand inside your shirt and fondled your tits through your bra.

“It was no accident,” I continued. “I planned this. I planned every step and there’s no way in hell I’m giving you up. No way am I letting all my hard work go to waste.”

I continued groping your tits as my other hand slid down your body, between your legs, and started rubbing your pussy through your pants.

“I own you now. I’ve got 364 more days with you, and I’m going to enjoy every single one of them.

“Do you even understand how much work I put into this? How I plotted and seduced so I could have you whenever I want?”

I unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, sliding my hand inside, and continued rubbing your pussy through your panties.

“The first time I saw you I knew we’d end up like this. I saw you … and I just knew. Knew it had to be. Knew I had to make it happen.

“I spent weeks developing a plan. A detailed, step by step strategy to get you to come home with me. I knew I needed to take it slow, make it seem natural, make you excited to see me - otherwise I would have just scared you off. I knew you weren’t the type of girl to just casually cheat on your boyfriend. I had to put in the work to make you want it and I was willing to work at it for months - years if need be - to get you where I wanted you.”

I pulled your bra down, exposing your tits. I groped and massaged each, pawing at you like a hungry animal. I let my fingers brush your nipples, and gently squeezed each between my fingers, all while I continued brush my fingers over the fabric of your panties.

“I played it so casual at first, saying ‘hello’ in the hallway. Smiling as I walked past your desk. Then gradually started making small talk, just a minute or two here and there - just casually becoming your friend.

“I let myself do a hint of excitement whenever I’d see you - just a little. Like someone that enjoys the pleasure of your company … not some creep that just wants to get into your pants.

“Slowly our conversations grew longer … so surprising that we had so much in common.” I I laughed softly to myself, thinking of all the things I had to pretend to be interested in just to keep you talking.

“Then I started complimenting you. Oh, I’m not an idiot. I didn’t come on like some boy about to ask for your Snap. It was months before I even mentioned something physical.

“No, I started with things I knew you really valued. Your intelligence. Your creativity. Subtly little things like :

‘You killed that presentation yesterday’

And

‘I’m secretly trying to steal you from your boss. I need someone with your creative approach to problem solving on my team.’

“God you just ate it up. You loved the praise, but still I was careful. We’d talk for several minutes, I’d end the conversation with a casual, sincere … well, ‘sincere’ compliment. Then I’d avoid you for a couple days.

“I didn’t want to scare you away, didn’t want to seem too interested … I wanted you to look forward to seeing me, even miss me a little when I wasn’t around.”

I let my lips brush against your neck as I spoke. You didn’t move, didn’t say a word. You just stood there, perfectly still, letting me play with your body. I figure you knew you didn’t have a choice and resigned yourself to letting me have my fund. But I noticed how you relaxed a little as I talked. Your body wasn’t quite so stiff. And when I slid both my hands up your body to massage your tits, and trailed them back down the inside of your thighs - I swear you leaned back into me … just a little.

“I remember the first time I made a semi-flirtatious joke. I was actually kind of nervous. But you smiled and responded with precisely the same level of flirtatiousness. You were into it. You were starting to actually like me.”

“Weeks became months. Casual humor became inside jokes. Nods of greeting became prolonged eye contact. And the first time I mentioned how good you looked in some dress, your cheeks flushed and your eyes absolutely lit up.”

I spun you around again. You put your hands out to catch the stair rail, but you didn’t even try to fight me off. I pulled your pants and panties down to your knees, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my pants just enough to pull out my dick.

I put one hand on your hip and held my dick with the other. I pressed in behind you and slid the tip of my cock up and down against your pussy.

“So don’t pretend like you weren’t excited when I invited you out for drinks with some coworkers. Don’t pretend like you didn’t know exactly where we would end up that night when you let me buy you those couple extra drinks after everyone left.”

I slowly pushed myself inside you. “You can pretend like you don’t still want this,” I said, “but you can’t pretend like that pussy isn’t wet right now.”

I slid into you slowly, smoothly. I fucked you gently at first, just enjoying the feel of you there in the stairwell. I held onto your hips with both hands, pulling you back onto me, as I gradually increased the pace of my thrusts.

“I own you now,” I said. “I’ll have you whenever, wherever, and however I want. And you’re going to give yourself to me, or I will destroy you entire life.”

I grabbed the back of your head, by your hair, and pulled you back to me - arching your back as I began thrusting into you harder and harder.

“But you don’t have to worry about that. We both know you’re going to give me what I want. You can pretend to hate me- hell you might actually hate me - but you know deep down you love the way I fuck you.”

You tried to hide your orgasm. I guess you didn’t want me to see you cumming on my dick, didn’t want to give me that. But I knew. I felt your body tense up, felt your legs tremble as you came. The feeling pushed me over the edge as well and I pulled you tight against me as I pumped you full of my cum.

It was the first time we came together … it was kind of romantic.

When I’d finished with you I took a step back and pulled up my pants. I watched as you did the same, smiled as you buttoned your shirt and tried to arrange yourself so you didn’t look like a whore that just gotten fucked in the stairwell at work.

I smiled wide. Grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into me. I gave you a nice, long kiss on the lips before stepping back again.

“Come find me after work,” I said. “I’ll want you again before you go home.”

Slave Border Bunny's (Formerly Layla's) perspective

"I'm sorry, Slave Border Bunny, but we need to work with Mistress Katie to try and stop that shipment of slaves. One of her conditions is she gets to foster you, with Mistress Jasmine assigned as your Mistress. Oh, and Nora will still control your bathroom privileges, wherever she is. She has to formally give you permission on Sheila's Slave Blog and Mistress Jasmine has to read it off to you. Mistress Katie actually recommended she give you one free bathroom break a day. You go after that one, you get punished. You gave a blanket consent to be dommed by Mistress Katie and her girls, unfortunately we don't have time to review every item. If it looks bad, we'll get you out, one way or the other, hang in there, babe."

My Acting Top Domme for the day, Lara Gupta, looked up at me from my phone screen-Mistress Jasmine's phone screen- since slaves can't own property-apologetically. Of course, part of the plan is she's going to be acting Top Domme for more than one day, while I'm...the bait. My heart hammered in my chest, somewhere between terror and extreme heart pounding elation. I learned in the Marines those two were very close cousins. Each word spiked a little thrill in my soul that I know a Top Domme should never have about being submissive. I knew it was going to be humiliating, and painful at times. But the only way I feel I can atone for my part in Sheila's suffering, is take the role she was supposed to take. I didn't anticipate being so excited about it though. Nora and Sandy edging me in the limo didn't help, but my body is responding...to being a slave in suprising ways.

I couldn't respond to the sweet Desi Girl, now one of my many superiors, because I was panel gagged. Mistress Jasmine had replaced the nerf ball in my mouth with a wad of her dirty socks and panties.

My arms are sleeved up to my shoulders, my heels touching my ass, I'm resting on my elbows and knees. I'm naked otherwise, my brown ass turning cherry red from Mistress Jasmine's savage whippings. She hits hard for such a little priss, but I still wanted to come from her whippings and yelling. Or when she told me Mistress Nora had to post on Sheila's Slave blog permission for me to use the bathroom.

I'm sure when Mistress Nora was dawdling about posting my permission to relieve my bowels I wouldn't be wanting to come, and regret my "consent. But right now even the the thought of Mistress Nora controlling my bathroom breaks via blog was exciting. My only regret at the moment was not being able to rub my throbbing clit. I'm enjoying being controlled by a bevy of hot young girls, my own and my "fosters". The worst is the anticipation when this stops being hot and the reality of being a slave hit me. Though subbing is making me so hot I think there will be highs and lows throughout my tenure.

I hit both in the limo. Nora whipped off the blanket and they wedged me in the slave seat designed for Sheila. Oww, you little bitches, I'm broader and 10 to 15 pounds heavier. They took off the blindfold portion of my hood. I traded a quick glance with Constance. She was one of the four who knew I'd be given to Mistress Katie to "foster", though a Mistress Jasmine would be my Mistress on a day to day basis, switching out with a Mistress Sonya. They'd bring me to the set, where Lara had already written a story arc to explain my new position. In a nutshell, Gunnery Sergeant Perez gets captured by Amazonians and made a slave.

The other two who knew, besides Constance and myself were Dave and Lara. Our two Junior Dommes would find out right at the handover. Our current slaves Alpha Kim and Bottom Zero would be duly informed upon their return. Dave wanted to do it this way to avoid the other four insisting on a lengthy debate. We didn't trust Mistress Katie's Fetish Entertainment And Productions. We were certain she knew a lot of Ari's slaves weren't volunteers. We actually didn't think any of hers were either, and she was a pretty close ally of Ari's. Which is why giving our most lethal fighter, me, to Katie as a slave was meant to deflect suspicion and make Ari think we were sincere about an Alliance. I know Sheila would insist on it being her. After all we put that poor girl through, we couldn't let her. Dave, Lara and Constance agreed, though she was understandably worried about her lover. We were certain Mistresses Sandy and Nora, and Alpha Slave Kim, would agree even if she didn't like it. Bottom Slave Zero would be mad, but not much she could do.

If Zero/Sheila raised too much fuss, Mistress Sandy would gave two of Queen Of Mean's Bull Dykes subdue her, strip her, and strap her to the inverted punishment Y she'd set up in her room for correcting her slave. She'd done it once before when she got tired of Sheila nagging her about her relationship with Dave.

Now my Connie was looking at me with genuine concern. I winked and would have mouthed "It will be alright, honey." If I wasn't so firmly gagged. She gave me a small, sad little smile, but her eyes lost none of their concern. I tried to convey reassurance with my own gaze.

We were interrupted by Nora, huddled over a tablet with Sandy, implored "Mistress Constance, can we please edge Border Bunny, please? We know outside of training her sexy Mexican butt is your personal property. We don't want to touch her in ways that make you jealous. But I noticed how wet she gets and how hard her nipples get when she subs. The lewd little thing needs to learn her pleasure is in her domme's control, just like her punishment. Pleeeaase?"

Nora was looking pleadingly at Constance. I glanced to my right, where Sandy was sitting on the other side of Nora. The exotic half breed girl was smiling at me with bemusement. Then she blew a kiss and dropped a sly wink. I realized the look in her eyes wasn't just bemusement, but...hunger....for me. And I was excited about being a tasty little Mexican morsel for...Mistress Sandy. And Mistress Nora.

I looked at Constance, hoping my eagerness to be edged by two hot young dommes wasn't too obvious. Suprisingly, Constance looked amused, as well. "Mistress Nora, Mistress Sandy, you want to get my slave all wet and horny, then deny her relief?" She glared at Nora fixedly. I coud tell it she was messing around, but Nora gulped. "Y-Y-Yes, M-M-Mistress Constance." She stammered. Sandy giggled into her hand.

Then Constance got a big smile. "Just funning you a little sugar, go right ahead. I know her reactions, so I'll make sure you can bring her right to the edge, then deny her." As it dawned on me what it meant to be edged with no relief, Sandy sidled around to my right side, and started lightly licking around my nipple. Ooooh, ahhhh.

Nora turns my head with suprising strength, undoes my panel gag, and gently removes the nerf ball. The. She moves in for a very passionate kiss that makes me go "Eeeerrp!" And my eyes widen. At first I'm passively staring at my blondie Mistress as she forces her tongue in my mouth.

A hard nipple flick brings me back to reality. Mistress Nora moves back to give me a vicious domme glower. I'm not scared, not yet, just excited. "Slave Border Bunny, kiss your Mistress with enthusiasm, you little spic!" My response is to lick my lips and give my Mistresses a hot, horny look.

She moves back in aggressively, girl lust for my dusky ass shining in her eyes. At first she forces her tongue down my throat almost hard enough to choke me. She reminds me of the eager but inexperienced boys I fooled around with in the neighborhood growing up. Those boys weren't the direct cause of me preferring girls, but they were an influence on it.

Sandy takes a break from tonguing around my aureole, to gently reprimand her protege. "You're kissing her like those fumbling boys used to kiss me in Junior High behind the foodmart. I know Sarah taught you better than that. Back up, move in again. Border Bunny, take control for a minute and show her how to kiss, sweetheart."

We both obey our lead domme's instructions. For a few minutes I'm reteaching Nora how to lightly tongue wrestle, a gentle engagement between the white Domme and her Mexican slave. She takes charge much more skillfully soon, asserting her dominance. Normally I hate the trope in lesbian lovemaking that one of us is "the man". But she's definitely taking the male role, and it's making my kitty wet. Miss Sandy is peppering my neck with light kisses and love bites. I want to yell "No hickeys!" But am hardly in a position to currently make demands. The two hot dommes attentions have me teetering on the brink of a massive slave orgasm. Nora's hands slid between my strapped spread open thighs to gently strum my clit. Oh yes, I'm sure neither one of them had the skill yet to know when to stop or how to at least ruin my orgasms. I was one lucky lezzy slave, coming between two hot young dommes!

Then Constance hollered "Alright, Sandy, Nora she's about to blow, I can tell. Nora hand away from her clit. Sandy, stop fondling and kissing her neck and shoulder. Nora, keep making her kiss, it will get her hotter and hotter, but keep her from release." Sandy stopped nuzzling and fondling me right away, Nora's hand reluctantly moved from my clit. I tried to turn to Constance to plead for an orgasm but Nora was suprisingly strong, grabbing my head and forcing me roughly to continue our lip lock.

At one point, she was so irritated at my struggle to continue, she backed up glaring angrily, then slapped me across my face shouting "Focus, bitch!" With the latex padding my face it didn't hurt. Actually after the shock, I felt a pleasurable thrill in my aching crotch, though not enough to come. Please, slap me again, Mistress Nora, I really like it! She didn't slap me again, but smiled approvingly when I strained against my straps, licking my lips, showing her my eagerness to continue. Like a good domme, she made me wait a minute before she deigned to continue our lip lock.

When we were almost to Mistress Katie's Fetish Entertainment And Productions resort when Constance ordered Nora to release the lip lock on me. We both broke up reluctantly, gazing at each other hungrily and licking our lips.

Constance's words were for the girls, but her light touch on my shoulder was for my attention. We locked gazes as she spoke to our Junior Dommes. "Alright, ladies, get her bitchsuit, locks and keys together, as well as her leash and collar. Slaves have to be on a leash or tied to something at all times, don't forget girls. Each party gets two warnings, then asked to leave the premises. Keep firm control of her at all times."

Our gazes were locked the whole time. The girls thought this was a routine training session, not a major move hanging me out as an expendable piece on the board to lure Ari into complacency. We hoped. They'd all gotten used to Dave's democratic leadership, they wouldn't be happy that he cut them out of the decision, seeking consensus only from Lara, Constance and I. Sandy, Sarah and Sheila would try to veto it. Nora would act concerned, and probably would be. But she'd probably look for clever ways to exert cruel dominion over me for her enjoyment. While forgetting the mission. All four of us agreed Nora would be easier to restrain if our plan was a suprise. Once it was executed I had no choice but to count on that.

I used the opportunity of being ungagged to mouth to Constance: "It'll be alright, I love you, Connie." She nodded sadly, obviously fighting back tears so as not to tip off our Apprentice Mistresses, yet.

Then the nerf ball was popped back in my mouth. I realized the little bitch rubbed hot sauce on the ball as she slapped the panel gag in place and Sandy secured it behind my head. Constance saw clearly that the ball was slathered with liquid and turned a sharp glare on her student.

"Ok, Nora Marie Jameson, what did you rub on your slave's gag? She giggled and held up the bottle of hot sauce. "Just a little Texas Pete for our Mexican slave to enjoy." The intensity of Constance's stare, and Sandy's, asks why without verbalizing the question.

Nora's smile falters. "Uh, I'm trying to teacher she's subject to the suprise whims of her domme. It's not excessively cruel, I see her slather this exact type of tabasco on most of her meals as a domme. Excessive cruelty would be mixing it with lemon Juice, or using something extra hot she's not used to, like Habenero or Reaper. I'm really trying not to hurt her or be too sadistic." Her plea did sound earnest.

And I did like Texas Pete, a lot of it, but it tasted better on my food then my gag. Sandy smiled behind her hand at her friend's explanation, like she knew the blondie passed. My Constance folded her arms and glared harder. Nora gulped, concerned her explanation would be rejected.

Then Constance turned on me, "You okay, My Baby Girl? I know you tough, but speak up if she put too much Texas Pete on your gag?" I'm a Marine, a little burn from a sauce I eat every day ain't gonna tap me out. I mmmphed "Uh fune, Misswess Constance." We exchanged another sad, knowing look. Then she smiled down fondly at me and patted my head.

Her next words were for her two Apprentice dommes. "Alright girls, finish getting her prepped and ready to move. I want your cute little cracker butts turning on a dime!" Into the belly of the beast...I still felt better about me going in voluntarily then us forcing Sheila too.

Sandy's perspective

Dammit, Dave! How could you let them do this, and cut Sheila, Sarah and I out of the decision making loop! I was watching the video of Layla seated in her office, Dave standing to her left. Constance standing to her left arm draped around her shoulder. To the left of Dave was supporting Lara, who was brushing tears from her eyes. The free version of Layla patiently explaining the four of them came to a consensus. Nora, Sarah, Sheila and I were excluded because they anticipated too much pushback from the four of us. Damn right! Dave, why didn't YOU veto it!

I looked up at Mistress Katie smiling at us in the middle of the hiking trail. Her domme attire isn't remotely subtle. A gray greatcoat with a black guard belt around her waist, even though it's though it's close to noon and really warming up. Black combination cap perched perfectly on her blond head, an emblem of a nude, hooded woman with her hands behind her back engraved on a large silver medallion it's center. Looked like the bitch was wearing stormtrooper boots as she tapped a wicked black crop in her hand.

As I went back to watching Layla's consent video, and the others explaining the plan, my mind drifted back to earlier today. Constance was first out of the limo, followed by Nora and I helping Slave Border Bunny out. We helped Layla to stand, as Nora threw down her mat in front of her. My hand on her right, Nora's on her left we helped her kneel after Nora gave the order. "On your knees, head down!"

Mistress Constance was talking to a tall looking Arab ( Or Persian?) girl holding a tablet. She was wearing platform heels, black leather breaches and a black silver studded sleeveless top. She noticed we had put our slave in an appropriately respectful position and smiled at us.

"Hello girls, welcome to Mistress Katie's Fetish Entertainment And Productions! I'm Mistress Jasmin, your facilitator for your experience. First let me verify your identities." She looked at our dark Senior Domme.

"You are Mistress Constance Anderson, Top Domme for this expedition?" Constance replied "Yes". She looked at me "You'd be Novice domme Mistress Sandy Connor?" I nodded and affirmed "Yes".

She looked at Nora and said you're "Probationary Domme Nora Jameson?" Nora nodded and said "Yes, ma'am." Her usual shyness around strangers brought out her best manners. Jasmine beamed. "I just love you little Southern white girls, such great manners. But what does "Probationary Domme" mean?

Nora glanced at me, a little resentfully. She was still a little bent that even though she had more extensive and recent domme experience, her colleagues unanimously agreed I was more trustworthy in that role. Torturing her beloved mentor with laxitives was the last straw in her history of subbie abuse that couldn't be ignored anymore. And she KNEW IT. One look between us conveyed she couldn't say being put on probation as a domme wasn't fair.

"Mistress Jameson has great POTENTIAL as a domme. However, she has a few issues that keep her from realizing that POTENTIAL. Mistress Sandy and I are assigned by our superiors to help her work through the issues hindering her growth." Constance asserted this loudly in her black mama voice. Jasmine looked at us all a little uneasy, her black ponytail bobbing lightly as she looked at each of us quizically. Then she seemed to mentally shrug and accept it at face value. "I see." was her reply to Constance's missive.

She pointed the tablet stylus at the kneeling, bound and hooded Hispanic girl. "This is Slave Border Bunny, free woman name, Layla Vasquez, correct?" Layla's head came up to mmmph a reply. It was an understandable reflex reaction from a new slave. It didn't warrant serious punishment, especially considering Layla was a suprisingly well behaved slave.

It did call for light correction. I gave her a gentle tap on the back of the head, not a humiliating slap. "Silence, slave. That question was for Mistress Nora, not you. Hang your head and be quiet." My voice was stern, but it should be clear to her I'm not angry at her.

I looked pointedly at Nora to make sure she got the lesson on the appropriate level of force to discipline a slave. She nodded to affirm she had. Then she replied to Mistress Jasmine. "Yes, ma'am, this is her." Jasmine, for her part looked like she was starting to get what we were doing with our "Probationary Domme."

"Wow, you're giving her tutoring on how to be a good domme! All our visitor groups could learn from your leadership and discipline! I wish they would sometimes, honestly. Mistress Nora, could you hand me the slave's freewoman ID?"

Nora hesitated. Nora did have custody of Layla's ID and phone when she was subbing. This was to teach her to properly care for a sub's personal property while they were under her control. I understood her hesitation...why did she need Layla's ID, but not ours?

"This is just to verify that your sub is 100% a volunteer. We run a second background check on the slave and verify her ID is valid. If we find any evidence she's being coerced or trafficked, we contact the police. I'm sure everything is on the level, it's just an extra layer of protection for the submissives...and our reputation."

Nora reluctantly reached in her backpocket to pull out Layla's drivers license and hand it to Jasmine. Jasmine smiled brightly "Thank you, dear, we'll make sure this is properly accounted for." Then she looked at her drivers license picture and got...a hungry leer. "Oh my...what a little hottie...your lucky, Mistress Nora, I always wanted a cute little border hopper for a slave." Nora nodded warily. Constance I exchanged glances, her sad eyes telling me she knew something we didn't. What!?

Jasmine read off from her hi-tech pad again. "So you plan to bitchsuit Border Bunny, take her on a walk on our 1.5 mile trail to the coast, tether her to a tree, and enjoy a picnic lunch. After you feed Border Bunny, you walk her back and leave?" All three of us Mistresses affirmed "Yes".

"I need to inspect your gear and supplies, to make sure of your comfort and safety, and your sub's safety, even if her comfort isn't quite as important." Gifly giggling at that.

Constance, Nora and I retrieved our packs from the limo. We unpacked them and laid out the gear Marine Corps style, like Layla taught us. Jasmine inspected it all, impressed.

"Water. Flare gun. Waterproof matches. Even an emergency tent for four. You guys have to be the most prepared group ever! Almost every other group has to buy or rent gear from us because they didn't read our required gear list, you guys got it all. I heard stories Master Henson is an old softy, and his girls are a cathouse of bumbling amateurs. I think they're jealous, you gals are awesome." Constance thanked her and looked pointedly at Nora and I. We dutifully intoned "Thank you, Mistress Jasmine."

"Your girls are so polite, Mistress Constance." She laughed with delight. "If only we could talk Master Henson into loaning you to us to teach some of our new domme trainees." Then she got serious. "Get your slave bitchsuited. When you're done, I have to do a mandatory inspection for saftey. Once I clear you, take the hallway to your right. Once you exit, there are signs to point you down the trail."

Nora knelt to her left to undo her armbinder. I knelt to her right to massage and stretch her newly free arm, Nora did the same to the arm on her left. Then we folded her arms hand to shoulder, sleeved them up, and locked them. We rolled her on her back and had her pull her knees back as much as possible, before we sleeved up her legs, heels to ass. Constance helped us gently roll her up on her elbows and knees.

Mistress Jasmine giggled when Nora tied her pink Bunny ears around her head. This time I watched carefully as Nora lubed up her butt plug before insertion. I nodded approval and she stuck it in our little Border bunny's cute brown rear, strapping it around her waist so she couldn't expel it. Jasmine was impressed. "She's so quiet and obedient, what are good girl, she's a natural slave."

Mistress Jasmine checked professionally, for airway, breathing, and circulation, then for adequate padding at her elbows and knees. She made sure we showed her a poncho modified for...her condition...if it rained. Also our blanket for her if it suddenly got cold.

She gave Border Bunny's bowed head a pet. "You're good to go, cutie. Your Mistresses think of everything." Nora raised her crop to chastise Border Bunny for not answering immediately. I stopped her, she wasn't necessarily required to reply when not asked a question. Punishing her would just confuse her.

This was a time to teach her proper Slave to Domme courtesy. I lightly tapped her cute brown rear. "Slave Border Bunny, Mistress Jasmine showed a lot of care for your well being. What do you say, slave?"

She caught on right away. "Fank uoo, Miswess asmine, foo yu oncern." Jasmine giggled with delight. "She's just sooooo adorable! I want one!" She petted Border Bunny gently again. "You're welcome, you cute little Bunny slave."

To us she said. "You gals got our number, call if you need anything." Constance nodded and had me take Border Bunny's leash and lead her out to the trail. When we got to the trail, Mistress Constance told her I was going to make her sniff flowers, and maybe a few other innocent things on the trail. Her head started to lift with an angry mmmph, a light warning tap with my crop had her bow it quietly again.

Constance explained it would just be a few flowers and plants we were sure were harmless. No shit, animal carcasses, or poison Ivy and oak type plants. It was a simple lesson for all three of us in simple slave training and compliance in a bitch suit.

The first few flowers I had to be stern and give her a couple of moderate whacks to encourage her. After that, she seemed to be having almost as much fun as I was. I'd no sooner point and order her to sniff a pretty wild flower, when the strong if heavily restrained mexican girl nearly pulled me off my feet as she stumped eagerly to obey me.

Then I handed the leash to Nora, who seemed reluctant to train her "personal slave". I finally got Nora to point out a harmless wildflower for Border Bunny to sniff. Nora actually had to crop her lightly and order her to slow down. She seemed really aroused and eager being a bitchsuit slave.

Then Nora made Border Bunny sniff a flower that made her sneeze, while Nora giggled like a sadistic child. Her eyes watered and I had to wipe snot from her nose. Nora saw the same type of flower further down the path, and ordered her slave to sniff it. This time Layla showed obvious reluctance, but a few harsh words and hard crop smacks got her slave hesitantly moving forward. The tough Former Marine could normally take a lot more, but she was trapped deep in subspace now. She wanted to please her Mistress even if it meant her own discomfort.

I had to stop her. Abusing a loyal slave's trust and obedience was not a mistake she was making on my watch. Then a voice said "Hello darlings, so nice to meet you all in person. I so look forward to working with all of you to take down Ari." I turned to see a petite blondie in that garish domme outfit striding towards us. I was about to say "And you are, bitch?" When Constance stepped forward to shake her outstretched hand.

Constance turned to a befuddled Nora and I. "Girls, this is Mistress Katie Green. She's our new ally in the fight against Ari. Dave, Layla, Lara and I all signed off on the Alliance. Sorry to keep you gals out of the loop until now. Nora, if you'll ungag Layla, we'll bring you up to speed now."

Nora and I exchanged a look. As she bent down to ungag Layla, I realized they hadn't mentioned Sarah or Sheila either. Who were they to make this decision without us? I got Dave was ultimately our big cheese, but I was used to him being more democratic than this....

https://www.reddit.com/u/Lamedviv/s/AGnP9qWRdx Part 14

Part 2 Part 4

Master James

Master James and his 2 pony slaves were at the door, Jessica welcomed them in. James made sure to step between the blond and brunette ponies in what was clearly a move to make sure they knew their place was not to lead and they obediently stood their without their leashes on and their hooves at breast level.
“Mistress Jessica this is the first time I have seen you on the holding side of the leash” he said motioning to the leashes he held folded up in his hand, clearly trying to elicit a response from her.
“Master James its so good to see you as well, and yes while this is the first time I am hosting our little soiree its not the first nor the last time I will be holding the leash as you like to say.” She stared at him and his dark brown eyes never once moving her eyes to the direction he had bid her to.
She then extended her hand and he looked away first looking down to her hand which he grasped in the most gentlemanly of ways and nodded to her. Finally ending the unsaid dance they had been doing.
James while abrasive still had a lot of social standing in the group, he tended to want to dominate at all times whether it be sports, conversations, or with subs and would bowl over weaker doms to the point where he had caused friction in other relationships. Jessica had no problem handling him since she did work in a male dominated field and if she was not pushy with them she would have never made it as high up as she had. She was sure however that he still thought he was above her since he had seen her submitting to David in the past at other events.
As he walked past Jessica to enter the party Jessica wanted nothing more than wipe the smug smile off his face by paddling that tight ass purple. He was showing off tonight too, tight leather pants and form fitting leather like shirt showing off his abs and his tanned arms. Ugh she just wanted to wipe that smile off his pretty face.
James turned and issued a set of clicks like you would do for a horse. With that the taller blond pony started to enter the house. The brunette however was caught daydreaming and was not as quick to follow and suddenly dropped to her knees. Jessica looked back at James holding a remote in his hand. Then with tears in her bright blue eyes the brunette pony struggled to get up as her front hooves were actually clipped in position on her harness. Jessica wanted to help the poor thing but rules were rules and there were no touching other owners property without permission. Even if your subs made more than incidental contact with other subs without permission there were punishments to be dealt out and she did not want to end up on the wrong side of James. Although she really wished he would end up on the wrong side of her or her husband.
James led his two ponies to the holding area, and opened the gates and issued more clicks and the blond dutifully walked into the pen. He followed her in and unclipped her front hooves from the harness and proceeded to clip them behind her to a different steel loop on the harness approximately at butt level. He then used one of the leashes to clip onto a loop that was approximately mid back and tied her to one of several anchors that David had installed just for the party. James then made a few clicks and what sounded like a “mah” and the blond pony simply sat down without question the lead drawing taut and pulling the harness deep into her crotch. He then said something like “auht” and the pony stood again though not without a lot of difficulty since she could not use her hands. With that James patted the pony on the rump and then quickly grabbed her left tit and spoke “Alright Angel you can relax now till we need ya”. Angel opened her mouth but no sound came out, she then looked at James for the first time. Jessica was pretty sure the look that Angel gave him was one of lust and passion. As James left the room and closed the gates Angels eyes never once looked away from him as if begging him to come back and have his way with her. He however never once looked back.
He walked up to the brunette, Jessica observed she never looked at James but kept her eyes locked on Angel. And the look she gave Angel was almost one of sadness or was it melancholy she saw. James then walked up and clipped the lead to the brunettes harness collar.
“Come on Belle” He ordered and issued yet another series of clicks as he pulled the pony into the living room.

I wake up and notice that he’s not in bed. He always wakes me up when he needs to leave. As I turn to grab my phone, I realise my ankle cuff has been unlocked and there’s a note on my bedside table. I grabbed the note and it’s his handwriting.

“There’s an emergency at work. You looked so peaceful sleeping I didn’t want to wake you (plus I kept you up late last night). I’ll be home around 6 tonight. I put out a set of outfit in the chair in the corner of the room. Start wearing them at 5, follow the instructions on the outfit. Kisses x”

I closed the note and went to the bathroom for a quick moment. As I exit, I notice the outfit he laid out. It was a latex bodysuit, gloves, a sensory deprivation hood, and a pair of ballet heels. Next to them there are some earplugs, handcuffs and a few padlocks. I decided I’ll read the note at 5 so I can be surprised. And I head to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I did the chores and prepared some ingredients for dinner. He didn’t specify if he wanted dinner as soon as he got home or not. So I’ll keep everything refrigerated for now. After I finished all the chores, I decided to read a book and relax for a bit, setting an alarm so I don’t forget.

I accidentally fall asleep in the middle and got woken up by the alarm. I washed my face and went to the corner of the bedroom again. I opened the note, read the instructions and start doing all of them.

I strip myself naked (knowing he’s probably watching me on the nanny cam) and did a little wiggle to tease him. Then I grabbed the butt plug, pour some lube and put them in. Bodysuit is next. It would cover my whole body except for my hands head. It’s very tight and shiny, I looked at myself in the mirror. Then I grabbed the gloves, at this point I realised he wants my senses completely deprived for tonight. I secured the gloves with the cuffs and lock them with the padlocks. I grabbed the ballet heels and stuff my feet in them. It forces my feet to be in an uncomfortable position for I want him to be pleased. I grab two padlocks and lock the heels on. I noticed he left the keys in the container as well, possibly for emergencies. I couldn’t stand anymore and decided to take a seat at the foot of the bed. Earplugs go in and silence fell. I put the hood on, leaving the gag and blindfold attachment for now. In his instructions he wants me to secure everything with the posture collar, so I put that on next. At this point I couldn’t move much. Time for the gag to go in, I noticed it was a penis gag, long enough to be uncomfortable, but not too long it would choke me. I attached it and made sure it was snug. As I continue reading the rest of the instructions, I grab the rest of the tools and moved to the bottom left corner of the bed. He made sure the beds have posts he can attach cuffs or any other bondage tools to. I attach the blindfold, completely removing my senses and use the last 2 padlocks to lock my cuffs to the ring on the post. I have to stay here in this position until he comes home and lets me go. As instructed, I hold one of the padlock keys in case I need to let myself go. He told me he’d signal to me that it’s him by grabbing my throat and tapping my cheeks three times.

I waited what felt like an eternity, not knowing what time it was. Suddenly I feel a hand on my neck, squeezing lightly, and then 3 light slaps on my cheek. He’s back. I’m already drenched from all the waiting and my feet are dying. He takes the gag off for a quick second, holding his finger to my lips as a gesture to keep quiet and kisses me deeply. I moaned into his mouth as he pulls away and stuffs the gag back in. He grabs my ass and made sure the plug is in. Then he took the key from my hand and put it away. He unlocked me from the post, attach a leash on my collar and lead me somewhere. I kept tumbling from how hard it is to walk in these heels.

But then we stopped and from the feel of the carpet under my feet, I know we’re in our play room. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Spanking my ass the whole time. He puts me down and cuff my hands to the ceiling. Pulling me up so it’s harder for me to stand. He has my arms stretched out quite a bit. He unzipped the zippers on the suit, giving him access to my breasts and pussy. I gasp as I feel the cool air hitting my skin. He touched my pussy and I know he’s probably happy I’m super wet. I feel his hands grabbing my breasts, though now it feels like he’s behind me. As he plays with my breasts, I feel his cock rub on my ass. Then he grabbed my throat, picked me up, and inserted himself into my pussy. It was sudden and painful. I moaned loudly at how good that felt. He wraps his arms around me and starts fucking me roughly. I was so sensitive I could feel an orgasm coming quickly. He pinches my nipples and I came all around his cock. He covered the holes on my hood and took away my breathing for a few seconds. He pulls out and moved away. I feel something being run all over my body. And I realise it’s a cane. He’s punishing me for cumming without permission and way too fast. He caned my breasts over and over till it stings so bad. Then he sucked on the nipples and put clamps on them. He also put clamps on my labias. He took out the plug, poured more lube and fucked my ass. I tried to scream but the gag is stopping me. He fucked me hard till he cums in my ass. Then I feel his hands releasing the cuffs from my wrists and unlocking the collar from my neck. He picks me up and sits me down on the bed. He removes the gag, blindfold, hood and gloves. I look up at him as he brushes my hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. I looked down at my breasts and see how red they are. He took the suit off slowly, stopping at the ankles since the heels are still on. I looked at him, eyes pleading to be free of those heels, he smiled, took them off and I thanked him. He took his clothes off and sit on the bed, gesturing for me to sit in front of him. He pulls me to his chest, told me to put my hands under his ass and hooks my legs with his. He grabs my neck with one hand and plays with my clit with the other. Just as I feel myself close to orgasm, he stopped and kissed my neck. I cried a protest. And then he whispered, dinner first. And I glared at him.

Just as I was getting up to go prepare dinner, he grabs me by my waist and told me to sit back down. He grabbed the heels and puts them on my feet again. And then he said, “for complaining”. He pulls me to stand and smacks my ass. I walk to the kitchen as best I can and cook with the heels on. I put everything on the dinner table and knelt next to his chair. Today he wants to feed me, one spoonful at a time. After dinner, I cleaned the dishes and crawled to him, at the living room sofa. I knelt, eyes full of tears and beg him to please take the heels off. I can’t handle it anymore. He grabs my chin, kisses me and told me to do it again while looking in his eyes. I’ve always been shy, but in this instance, the pain was simply too much. His gaze softened and he told me to sit on the couch and put my feet on his lap. He removes the heels and when I try to pull them, he stops me and he starts to massage my feet. I cried a sigh of relief. After a few minutes, I switched position and cuddle with him as he plays with my hair and caresses me.

Authors Note: 

• I originally wrote this story for the r/Erotica monthly contest but was limited to only 3,000 words so I couldn't use the ending I had intended. This version reflects the original ending (another 600 words). Would love to know which is better!
• Although I use the same character (Amy Park) in my stories, these stories should be seen as standalone pieces, not chapters of a larger work. I like the idea that you can pick up any story at random and not feel lost if you haven’t read the others.

Prisoner's Dilemma

Amy Park’s heart raced as she stepped off the bus. The grueling five-hour journey from Mexico City was finally behind her as she stood in front of the most notorious prison in all of Mexico. Only a day earlier, she had been asleep in her quiet bed in California, her life turned upside down when she was informed her husband Scott had been arrested in Mexico City for drug trafficking—a charge so absurd it left her reeling. Scott was the founder of an environmental startup, working with the Mexican government to address clean water access for the country's most destitute areas. He could never have committed the crime he was accused of, but in this world of corruption and injustice, innocence didn't matter.

The imposing concrete walls of the prison loomed before her. At the checkpoint, a hulking guard with a lewd smile stepped forward, his uniform straining against his thick muscles. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of authority and arrogance as he leaned in, his height towering over her small figure, making her feel even more vulnerable

“State your purpose," he barked in heavily accented English, his eyes greedily scanning her body.

Amy cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she felt the guard's leering eyes roam over her, his gaze lingering on the swell of her ample breasts that strained against the tight fabric of her tank top. Her shorts, barely reaching mid-thigh, hugged her toned muscles and accentuated her long, tanned legs. Despite the oppressive Mexican heat, Amy regretted her choice of attire. This was not the impression she wanted to make, not when Scott's freedom hung in the balance.

"I'm here to see my husband, Scott Park. He's being held here," Amy stated, forcing her voice to stay steady.

"You're a long way from home, chica," he said with a smirk. “But follow me."

Amy followed the guard past the imposing gates and into the prison courtyard. She was led to a small, windowless room where Scott sat, bruised and broken. Amy's heart shattered at the sight of her husband. Scott's usually immaculate appearance was marred by cuts and bruises, his clothes torn and dirty. His eyes, normally so sharp and alert, were glazed with pain.

"Scott," she whispered, her voice catching.

He looked up, recognition dawning slowly.

"Amy? You shouldn't be here. It's not safe."

Amy rushed to Scott's side, "I had to come," she said urgently. "Tell me what's happening!"

Scott’s eyes shifted nervously to the guard by the door before speaking in a low, urgent tone.

"This is all a setup," he said quickly. "They know I’m innocent and said I can buy my freedom for $1 million. The company will wire the money—but the banks are closed during the weekend. The transfer won’t go through until Monday."

Scott's voice dropped, shame and fear evident in every word.

"But Amy, it's worse than that. I…I don't know if I'll survive to Monday." He paused, struggling to continue. "My cellmate…he’s a vicious psychopath…an absolute monster. And the things he’s saying..." His breath hitched. "God, Amy, I can’t even describe it. He’s telling me how he hasn’t fucked a warm body in months and that I have two perfectly good holes that will do just fine. Oh god, the moment I step back in that cell, he’s going to make me his fuck toy.”

Amy's mind went blank. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew Scott wasn't exaggerating. The stories she’d heard about the conditions in Mexican prisons were enough to make anyone shiver.

“Scott, we need to get you out of here—now."

Scott shook his head, his voice trembling. "There's nothing we can do," Scott said, defeat evident in his slumped shoulders. The money won’t transfer until Monday. And the guards... they don't care. They’ll just watch."

Tears welled in Amy's eyes as the full weight of the situation crashed over her.

"There must be something that can be done. We can't just give up!"

Scott was silent for a long moment, his eyes distant. When he finally spoke, his words stunned her.

"Someone...someone…could take my place," he said softly, the words clearly paining him. "He told me…he told me…he wouldn’t touch me if he could get some pussy.”

Amy's mind spun in shock and horror. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She shook her head, trying to make sense of what Scott was suggesting.

"What exactly are you saying?" she demanded urgently.

Scott's eyes brimmed with tears, his face contorted in agony as he choked out a reply.

"Amy, I... I can't believe I'm even saying this. God, I hate myself."

"He worked it out with the guard…if you agree, the guard would take you back to my cell for the night. And I…I wouldn't have to go back. I'd be safe in this room until Monday once the money transfers."

He gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white, his whole body trembling. Scott's breath came in ragged gasps, the weight of his words crushing him. "Oh God Amy, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Please, just forget everything I just said!” He trailed off, burying his face in his hands sobbing silently.

Amy's mind reeled, her stomach churning with a nauseating mix of fear, revulsion, and heartbreak. The weight of Scott's words pressed down on her, threatening to crush her completely. Her body trembled as conflicting emotions warred within her - an overwhelming urge to protect the man she loved versus the primal terror at what he was suggesting. This was Scott - her husband and her soulmate. She would do anything to keep him safe. Even this.

"I'll do it," she said quietly. "I'll do it.”

Scott looked at her in disbelief. "Amy, NO! I can't ask that of you. The things he'll do..."

"You're not asking. I'm choosing," Amy said firmly, though her hands trembled. "I won't let them hurt you. We'll get through this together."

Scott's eyes welled with tears. He opened his mouth to protest further, but the guard interrupted.

"Time's up, let’s go chico." he barked.

Amy's eyes locked with Scott's, seeing the anguish and self-loathing etched across his face. She grasped his arm, attempting to offer him strength she didn’t even feel herself.

"You can take me instead," Amy whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up at the guard. "Just... just leave my husband alone."

The guard's eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as he roughly grasped Amy's arm. "Let's go then," he growled, yanking her towards the door. Amy stumbled, casting one last desperate look at Scott. His face was a mask of torment and regret as she was pulled away.

Amy’s heart pounded as she was dragged down the dimly lit hallway. The thought of what lay ahead made her body tremble. When they finally reached a heavy metal door, the guard pulled it open and pushed her inside.

"Wait...wait...will you be outside?" she asked, her eyes filled with desperation. "Someone has to make sure he doesn’t hurt me.""

The guard flashed a sly grin as he also entered the cell, shutting the door behind him. "Chica, what makes you think I won’t be having my fun too?"

The guard's words hit Amy like a punch in the gut as she backed away from him, realizing the gravity of the situation. She quickly scanned her surroundings, noting the bare cell with its rusty metal bed and worn mattress off to the side, and a large figure lurking in the shadows at the corner of the room.

“Meet your new cell mate, chica” the guard laughed. They they call him El Toro.”

El Toro, known as "The Bull," was a monstrous beast of raw muscle, his massive frame exuding an aura of terrifying power. His arms, thick with veins, were adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to writhe and crawl across his skin, each one telling a dark and violent story. His broad chest rose and fell like the steady rhythm of an approaching storm, and his stance was that of a predator stalking its prey—unyielding, inevitable, and deadly.

"Well, well," El Toro purred, his voice low and menacing. "That little bitch actually sent his puta in his place,” he laughed.

Amy's breath came in quick gasps as the men closed in around her. Her eyes darted frantically between them, searching for any hint of mercy.

"Please," she whimpered. "You don't have to do this."

El Toro laughed, a harsh sound that sent chills down her spine. "Oh, but we do, chica. It's been so long since I’ve had a puta. And you're going to give us everything we want."

El Toro gripped the edges of Amy’s tank top and tore it open, the fabric ripping easily under his strength. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples tingling in the cool air.

"Fuck, look at those tits," the guard groaned, as he cupped Amy's breasts roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples until she cried out. Amy's chest heaved with quick, panicked gasps as the guard's cold hands traced over her body. To her shame and horror, she could feel her body responding to his brutal advances with a wetness that was building between her legs. She tried to focus on Scott, on her love for him and her determination to protect him.

El Toro's rough hands gripped her waistband and with one swift tug, he yanked her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She could feel the intense heat of the men's leering gazes on every inch of her body, causing her to squeeze her thighs together in a futile effort to maintain some sense of dignity.

"Spread those legs, puta," El Toro growled, forcing her thighs apart. His fingers probed at her entrance, as he found her wet and swollen clit. "Such a dirty little slut. Your cunt's already wet for us."

"F-fuck you…fuck you.." Amy protested weakly, hating how her hips instinctively rocked against his hand. "Get your filthy hands off me!"

But her body told a different story as El Toro’s skilled fingers worked her clit, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her core. He plunged two thick fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out with a frantic pace. His thumb relentlessly pressed against her swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She couldn't help but moan and writhe as he expertly stroked her g-spot with his curled fingers, her hips bucking against his hand.

"N-no…" she gasped, her legs trembling. "Don’t...oh please stop...please stop…"

El Toro's hand moved in a blur as he relentlessly pounded his fingers into her wet snatch. Amy felt the pressure building inside her, her inner walls clenching around El Toro’s fingers.

"Oh fuck… oh my god…" she whispered, her hips bucking uncontrollably. Amy tried to resist, but every touch sent shivers of pleasure through her body, confusing and angering her further.

El Toro laughed cruelly as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her spasming pussy. "That's right, puta. Cum all over my hand like the little slut you are."

Amy's legs shook, her body arched off the ground, her muscles taut and trembling as the orgasm ripped through her. Her moan was a primal, animalistic cry that blended with the dripping and sloshing sounds of her wet cunt.

“Oh shit...fuck…fuck…fuck..." she panted, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Amy's mind reeled as the full weight of what had just transpired crashed over her. She felt dirty, used, her skin crawling where his hands had been. And yet... a traitorous part of her couldn't deny the intensity of what she'd felt, the primal rush that had overtaken her. Disgust and self-loathing washed through her as she realized a part of her had enjoyed it. But she had no time to process her emotions before El Toro roughly spun her around and pulled her to the bed. He pulled out his massive cock, a throbbing monolith of flesh, it's size dwarfing anything she had ever seen.

"Time to ride the bull, puta," El Toro growled, his calloused hands gripping her hips as he positioned her over his enormous shaft. Trembling, Amy straddled his muscular thighs. She gasped as the tip of his impossibly large cock brushed against her slit. Slowly, she began to lower herself, wincing at the stretch.

"Oh my god, it’s so big…it’s so big.." she moaned as he lowered herself inch by agonizing inch, the pain mingled with a deep, primal pleasure she couldn't deny. El Toro growled impatiently and with a brutal thrust, impaled her in one swift motion.

"Oh my fucking god!!" Amy cried out, her body trembling as El Toro's massive length filled her completely. Amy's body shuddered as she slowly raised her hips, El Toro's thick shaft sliding partway out before she lowered herself back down with a muffled whimper. Her movements were hesitant at first, shame and fear warring with unwanted sparks of pleasure. But as El Toro's hands gripped her waist, urging her on, Amy's pace quickened. Soon she was bouncing on his cock with increasing desperation, her head thrown back and breasts heaving. Sweat glistened on her skin as she rode him harder, faster, her cries growing louder and more frantic. Amy's nails raked down El Toro's chest as she fucked him, her body betraying her as waves of guilty ecstasy washed over her.

“FUCK…it feels so good…oh god it feels so good…” she moaned to herself.

El Toro grinned wickedly, gripping her waist as she bounced on his thick shaft. His powerful thrusts intensified, his massive cock stretching Amy to her limits. She could feel him swelling inside her, pulsing with his impending release.

"Take it all, puta," he growled.

With a final savage thrust, El Toro buried himself to the hilt. Amy's eyes rolled back as she felt El Toro erupt inside her. "Oh god, yes!" she cried out shamelessly. "I can feel you... so hot... so much cum!"

Her hips bucked wildly as her own orgasm approached.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum on your cock…oh god I’m such a dirty slut.." The words spilled from Amy's lips before she could stop them. Hearing herself admit what she'd become - a dirty, wanton whore - sent a forbidden thrill through her body.

"Oh god, oh god," she moaned, her back arching as her climax peaked. Her nails dug into El Toro's muscled shoulders as her hips bucked uncontrollably.

But even as the last tremors of orgasm faded, a cold dread settled in the pit of Amy's stomach. What had she become? How could she face Scott after this? El Toro's cruel laughter echoed in her ears as tears of shame and self-loathing began to fall.

The guard approached Amy, his eyes raking over her trembling form. Without warning, he scooped her from the bed and spun her around, slamming her against the cold metal door. Amy cried out as he roughly kicked her legs apart, feeling his thick cock press against her exposed ass.

“NO! That’s my butt!” she screamed, “Not my butt!”

The guard spat on her puckered hole, using his fingers to work the saliva inside. She tensed, anticipating pain, but to her surprise, there was none. She was already dripping with a mixture of her own juices and El Toro's cum, making it easy for him to enter her tight entrance. The guard sank into her ass with a groan of pleasure. Amy gasped at the fullness, her body adjusting quickly. As he began to move, she was shocked by the intense sensations flooding her nerve endings. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her core.

"Oh god," Amy moaned, her hips rocking back to meet the guard's powerful strokes. Her fingers gripping tightly to the door as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

“Oh god fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please. You’re gonna make me cum….”

The guard's pace increased, his hips slapping against her ass. Her neglected clit throbbed, desperate for stimulation. Unable to resist, she snaked a hand between her legs, frantically rubbing her swollen nub.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Amy cried out, her fingers frantically rubbing her swollen clit. "I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum from my ass!"

Amy's back arched as the most powerful climax of her life exploded through her body. Her asshole clenched rhythmically around the guard's shaft as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she screamed, her whole body convulsing. "I'M CUMMING! OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"

The guard grunted, slamming into her one final time before flooding her ass with his hot seed. Amy's vision went white as the orgasm seemed to go on forever, each spasm of her ass triggering another wave of pleasure. She collapsed, gasping for air, as aftershocks continued to pulse through her body.

Amy lay trembling on the cold concrete floor, her body aching and her mind reeling. As she struggled to catch her breath, Amy heard El Toro's mocking laughter.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you, puta?" he sneered.

Amy trembled as she pulled her torn clothes around her body, avoiding El Toro's leering gaze. “I hated every moment," she hissed, her voice shaking with fear and disgust. "I only did it to protect Scott. Nothing else matters."

But even as the words left her lips, Amy felt a twinge of doubt. The raw and unfamiliar desires that these men had awakened in her left her feeling ashamed and conflicted. She forcefully pushed them aside, determined to focus on keeping Scott safe until Monday, even if it meant suppressing her own pleasure and needs.

"Your husband is probably halfway back to California by now, puta," El Toro sneered.

Amy's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? No, that's not possible. Scott is in the other cell, safe from you animals."

The guard spat on the ground near her. "You really are a stupid bitch, aren't you?"

He crouched down, grabbing Amy's chin and forcing her to look at him. "Let me spell it out for you puta. Your precious husband isn't the victim here. He's the reason El Toro was in prison in the first place."

Amy's eyes widened in disbelief as the guard continued. "El Toro and his gang were caught running drugs for your husband. Your husband came here to bribe me and the other guards to get his people out before they could talk.”

Amy shook her head in disbelief. "No, that can't be true..."

El Toro leaned in close. "I told your precious husband I'd rat his sorry ass out if I didn't get my cut plus something extra to sweeten the deal."

El Toro's lips curled into a cruel smile. "He offered me drugs, a boat, a Mercedes...but I told him I didn't need any of that shit. Then he opened his phone and showed me his vacation pics of his wife."

"They were pics of you in that little bikini, tits about to pop out, ass cheeks hanging out. Said I could have you instead - use that tight body however I wanted. Fuck any hole I wanted”. His hand groped Amy's breast roughly. "Gotta say, those pics didn't do you justice, puta. That cunt is even juicier in person."

Amy's eyes widened as the horrible truth sank in.

“You're lying," Amy whispered, but doubt crept into her voice.

El Toro's laugh was cruel. "Am I? Your loving husband served you up on a silver platter. And now? He's long gone, leaving you here to pay for his mistakes."

Tears welled in Amy's eyes as the full weight of the betrayal crashed over her. She had endured so much, sacrificed her body and dignity, all for a man who had used and abandoned her.

As the two men's laughter echoed off the prison walls, the guard grabbed Amy with a wicked smile.

"It's time to eat," he announced in a foreboding voice that made Amy's blood run cold.

His meaning became horrifyingly clear as he roughly grabbed Amy’s ankles, spreading her legs wide. El Toro's eyes gleamed with sinister hunger, fixated on Amy's exposed and vulnerable slit. As he lowered his face between her thighs, his lips parted with anticipation and his breath was hot against her skin. Amy's eyes clenched shut in fear and disgust as she braced for what would come next. When his tongue finally made contact, she couldn't stifle her reaction - a sound caught between a gasp and a moan escaped her lips. Her body writhed involuntarily as an unwanted pleasure coursed through her, her hips bucking in protest even as she tried to resist the sensations

“Oh god not again…not again…” she mumbled, her thighs clamping around El Toro's head as his tongue probed deeper, circling her most sensitive spots with cruel precision.

Amy's back arched involuntarily as waves of sensation crashed over her. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to fight the rising tide of ecstasy even as her hips bucked involuntarily. Images of Scott flashed through her mind - his gentle smile, his loving embrace. But those memories were lies now, poisoned by the knowledge of his betrayal. How could he have done this to her? Led her into this trap, this nightmare of degradation and violation? The Scott she thought she knew would never have sacrificed her like this. As another moan escaped her lips, Amy realized with a sickening jolt that she barely recognized herself anymore either. The California housewife was gone, replaced by this writhing, gasping creature desperate for release. With her climax approaching, a single thought crystallized - the realization that something dark and hungry inside her had been unleashed and the only hope of surviving in this new and unfamiliar world, would be to fully and unconditionally embrace it.

I had Carly go shower while I waited, and then I dropped her off at the bar. I left and went to grab Anne, who had a few hours she was available and said she'd be happy to come hang out.

The night was uneventful, since I was driving, the drinking was kept to a bare minimum. I did manage to get Anne all riled up under the table, and she was soon begging me to take her home and fuck her. I gave everyone the bad news that I was leaving and took off.

Anne was quick to pull my cock out and happily slurped on it the entire drive to her place. (Don’t do this, it’s fun but dangerous) Soon after we walked in, she was on all fours on the bed. She loved it rough, and I took full advantage, forcing her face into the pillow and both arms trapped behind her back. The first thrust caused her to cry out, muffled by the pillow, and I didn't take it easy. My hips smacked up against her ass repeatedly as she made little noises, punctuated by occasional hard smacks on the ass.

I let one of her hands go, "Pinch your nipples...NOW!" I barked out at her, reinforcing it with another hard smack.

She quickly complied and moved her hand between her lovely tits, stroking and pinching her nipples. She was not gentle and soon came, quivering around my cock. Between the earlier Carly blowjob and the condom, I was in no danger of finishing soon. A finger on her clit as I plowed in and out caused a second and third orgasm, her body starting to slump down.

I reached my hand up, using her hair to lift her face out of the pillow. "Since you want to be tired, I guess I'm going to use your tight little asshole to get off."

She nodded and seemed to get a little energy back with my announcement. I grabbed the bottle of lube and pulled off my condom. After making sure my dick was thoroughly lubed, I used my slick fingers to get her ass ready. She loved the feeling of my finger pushing into her ass and began to whine and mewl.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her into a good angle, and slowly pushed myself into her tight ass. She gasped as the head popped through and then cried out as I kept pushing deeper, until I was filling her. I was far more gentle on her ass than I had been on her cunt, but the sound of skin on skin still left no doubt what was occurring.

Between her nipple play and her asshole being properly reamed, she managed a few tiny orgasms before I spent myself into her, the feeling of hot cum spraying her insides triggering the last small one.

She closed her eyes and laid there, properly used, like a good slut. I didn't bother to wake her and just cleaned up a bit and went home.

I didn't see Carly or Anne for a week or two after that. Between finals and holidays, my time was spent in actual academic pursuits.

I did, however manage to talk to Carly quite often on IM. I kept her in a constant state of arousal with tasks, teasing and making her tell me her fantasies...all while not allowing her to finish herself off. She was relegated to bouts of edging and only getting off when her increasingly busy boyfriend could find the time, energy and inclination to helping her out.

Needless to say, she was both miserable, but also loving every second of being owned, if that makes sense.

That changed when our group decided to get away for a weekend. We rented 4 rooms at an indoor waterpark/hotel and splurged on a mini vacation, quite rare for poor college students, but hey...you only live once.

I couldn't convince Anne to come, so I was rolling solo. Carly and Rick, Jeff and his girlfriend and 2 of Jeff's friends (another couple), completed the group.

I rode with Carly and Rick, and kept it casual. Rick drove, I read in the backseat, and Carly slept for the first hour and a half of the 4 hours we would be in the car. Rick's bladder is like a child's sometimes, and he was the first to want to pull over. As soon as he hopped out of the car and slammed the door, Carly woke up...or wasn't really sleeping, not sure which it was.

She turned and smiled at me, "Do you have any plans for me this weekend?" she asked hopefully.

"I do...actually." I said. "Starting now. Go inside and take off your panties and bring them to me."

She gave a gleeful laugh and sat up quickly, almost skipping across the lot to follow her orders. She seemed giddy at the prospect of playtime after so many weeks of teasing.

I waited until Rick got back, and told him I may as well grab a drink and hit the restroom too, rather than have to stop a half hour down the line.

I passed Carly as she was coming out of the ladies room, and gave her jean covered bottom a good grab. "Put them in my pocket." I told her.

She reached into my pocket with her small hand, panties hidden inside. She slid them deep into the front pocket, and make sure to get herself a good feel of my half-hard cock as well. She shivered as she stroked it once, then again.

"Now," I told her. "When you get to the car, and once it's warmed up again, remove you coat, cover you lap with it, and I want you to tease yourself until I say you may stop."

Carly gave me a sad pouty face, but i could tell she was into it. "Yes Sir....anything else?"

"When you get to the car, give Rick a tease like you just did to me. Don't stop until you see me coming back."

"Yes Sir...I like that." she almost moaned as she thought about her tasks..and I assume whatever else awaited her this weekend.

I gave her cute ass a hard smack and sent her on her way and then took my time.

I took my time buying a few Pepsis and walking back to the car. As I approached I could see Carly straightening up and Rick frantically adjusting himself, or possibly zipping his jeans.

I hopped in and handed one drink up to Rick and one to Carly. Since Rick had already stopped once, I assumed another drink would probably work it's way through his system pretty quickly. I had Carly in close quarters and doing as told...I was in no hurry to arrive and have to give that up...

About 10 minutes after we got back on the road Carly started taking off her coat, stripping down to her sweatshirt. She turned onto her side in the front seat, pulling her coat over her like a blanket. I could see her wriggling about a little before settling down, only occasionally shifting almost imperceptibly as we continued on.

Rick was focused on the road and his favorite cd that he had blasting, while I was "reading", but more so watching Carly. Every few minutes she'd twitch a little, her breathing definitely faster than a nap in the car warranted.

"Hey Carly," I called out. "You can stop....sleeping now. You have all weekend for that." I grinned evilly when she sat up and turned to look at me. Her face was flushed and pupils definitely dilated.

The three of us chatted about plans we had, mostly concerning hot tubs and water slides, but definitely a lot of drinking. Carly told us about the new black bikini she'd gotten over the summer, and had barely worn. I managed to get a glare when I told Rick I might have to see if I could meet a strange woman while we were so far from home.

Not an hour after our last stop, Rick was already hungry, he said. We drove another 10 before finding an exit with acceptable food choices and a gas station. He pulled us in for gas first.

As soon as he got out to go pre-pay, Carly reached down and began fiddling under the coat.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Buttoning my jeans, it was hard enough unsnapping and unzipping when he was right there, I couldn't get them back together with him watching."

"No." I said, simply. "Show me first. Show me what you were doing."

She looked a little panicky, but saw he was still in line to pay. She moved her coat and slipped her hand below her jeans. "Mmm...still wet...I was close when you told me to stop."

"If you can cum before he gets back to the car...I'll allow it." I told her with a smile. "If not...I'm going to use your mouth as soon as I get you alone again...and make you beg before you can cum."

Her hand moved a little faster under her jeans and she made smalll whimpering noises hearing my threats. She started to cry out, and her slick fingers were making delicious sounds under her pants.

"I'm...close" she whined.

"Too late...here he comes." I warned her.

She sat up and quickly snapped and zipped up. Her face even redder. I reached forward into the front seat and grabbed Rick's cigarettes, quickly lighting one and trying not to cough.

"It smells like your delicious pussy in here...we need to cover that up." I told her. I blew as much smoke as I could into the car before Rick noticed and gave me a weird look.

He finshed pumping the gas and got in. "I didn't know you smoked."

"I don't often, but I was feeling a little car sick. Carly said it might settle my stomach." I said.

He shrugged and pulled us out across the street to a sandwich shop. We had a quick meal and got back on the road....of course he'd hit the bathroom before we even ordered, so I made sure he got another refill on the way out the door.

We stopped one more time before we got to the hotel, but I decided not to take a chance with the smell of her hot pussy giving anything away.

Instead I trapped her against the wall in the hall way to the bathroom and rubbed her throbbing cunt through her jeans until she whimpered sexily.

"Tease over your jeans until we get to the hotel...only an hour or so." I whispered in her ear.

She whined, "OH god...I don't think I can take it."

I frowned. "You will, or I'll make sure you don't cum again this weekend."

She got a nervous look on her face and then looked at the ground. "Yes Sir. I will do it."

I nodded and let her head back to the car. I grabbed a case of beer, orange juice and some vodka to make sure we could start the party off right when we arrived.

Te rest of the ride was uneventful, besides the uncomfortable squirming from the front seat. Carly did an excellent job hiding it, but I knew what was going on, so it was readily apparent to me.

We pulled into the hotel, and I jumped out to stretch. Carly was a little slower to stand up, and her eyes were slitted in desire and a bit of annoyance.

As soon as Rick took the first bag and started to walk in, she turned to me, "I am soaked through, and I can barely think straight...PLEASE...."

I gave an evil smile. "Soon. After you take my hard cock into your throat...you know...for not finishing.

She whimpered sexily again as we walk in carrying all the remaining bags. I drpped back a litle, and watched as she shook her ass a little more than required.

We checked in and found our way to our rooms, Rick's room adjoined mine with the door between. Jeff and his girlfriend were across the hall, with their friends in the other half of the double rooms.

I dropped my bags and collapsed on the bed, mind wandering about how to keep tormenting Carly ths weekend and not get caught doing so. I laid down for about 10 minutes, allowing my hard on to subside and then got all of my stuff put away. Warm beer is the worst, of course, and luckily they had a small fridge in the room.

I was about to knock on the door to Rick and Carly's room when I heard the bed shifting and creaking. I stopped and listened at the door and could hear low moaning, a bit of flesh on flesh smacking and then definite bed hitting the wall.

I chuckled and went to back away when it stopped. I waited a few moments and heard a door shut in the room. I knocked, and after some shifting around, Rick answered the door in just a pair of shorts.

"Hey, you interested in checking out the water park? I was going to do a walk through and see what they have." I told him.

"Carly is just about to jump in the shower, then I'm going to follow." He told me, as the water started up in the bathroom. "After that, I am down for that."

He waved me in, and I sat in the chair, noting the crumpled sheets and blankets. We bullshitted for a few minutes while Carly showered. He handed out a few beers from his cooler, and talked as we drank.

15 minutes or so later, the water stopped and I could hear the sounds of movement and unpacking of girly stuff in the bathroom. She emerged in a bit, changed into some tight sweats and a t-shirt, that did nothing to hid her hard nipples peeking through.

I winked at her when she saw me. She gave me an embarassed look, and went back to brushing her hair as Rick got up to get his shower.

"Give me about 10-15 minutes to wash the road stink off, and I'll be ready," he called over his shoulder as he grabbed his overnight bag and popped into the bathroom.

The water began running again and I soon heard him splashing around.

I stood up and walked to where Carly was brushing her hair. "Did he make you cum, you naughty little slut?" I asked, with a grin.

She shook her head. "It was too quick, Sir." She started to say something else but stopped herself.

I raised an eyebrow. "But?"

She looked at the floor. "I played with myself in the shower. I was so wound up I couldn't handle it anymore."

Igave her ass a hard smack, which caused her to jump and her tits to jiggle nicely.

"On your knees...NOW." I told her.

She quickly complied, dropping to her knees dutifully. She looked up at me, her face red with embarassment and desire.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my half-hard cock through the zipper, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to it.

"You are in trouble, young lady. You know that right?" She nodded as she took my cock into her mouth, licking and suckling the head, before pulling it in deeper.

I pushed myself deeper as I hardened inside her eager mouth. Since time was of the essence, and she'd been a misbehaving little slut, I was not gentle.

She wasn't expecting me to push so deep, and began gagging as the tip hit the back of her mouth. I let her up for a breath and then pushed deep again.

"I told you I'd be fucking your throat," I said to her. "Especially now after you came without permission."

I began pushing in and out of her mouth a bit faster, a hand still in her hair. Soon I was full on face fucking her, her eyes watering as her mouth was used properly.

After all the teasing I'd put her through and how it affected me, it didn't take long for my cock to begin swelling, approaching orgasm. I held it in her mouth as I began pumping load after load down her throat.

I let her go and stepped back, wiping the last dribbles on her cheek before zipping up. She wiped her eyes and stood up.

"I'm sorry Sir," she said, her fingers wiping her cheek before licking them clean.

"That was just a warm up, young lady." I told her. "You still deserve real punishment for the shower." I winked at her to let her know I wasn't as angry.

The sound of water ended abruptly, causing her to jump. I sat back down as she adjusted her hair and ran to grab her hair dryer. Pluggng it in and starting it as Rick walked out in his fresh clothes.

We spent the day rotating between the wave pool, water slides and the rooms to keep our buzz going. After wearing ourselves out by 8, we went and grabbed a late dinner across the street at a local Italian place.

The ladies split a bottle of wine, while I slowed down and stuck with water. Rick was not messing around and pounded another 3 beers while eating his lasagna.

We headed back to the hotel and played some cards, while getting our buzz back on. Eventually it was suggested we hit the hottubs. Luckily, all of our rooms were on the first floor, and if you looked out the window in Rick or my room, you were practically in the tubs.

Everyone started changing into their still damp suits and piling into the hottub right outside of Rick's room. We made sure to smuggle some beer out there, before finding out that it was ok in the hottub area, as long as it wasn't in glass.

We chatted, drank and enjoyed the warmth, occasionally jumping into the cold pool nearby to cool off before returning to the tub. Rick started to get super sloppy, and was getting the evil eye from Carly. I started moving the beers further away to slow him down, but I can only do so much.

"Fuck it." I think to myself. "If he wants to be drunk, I'll take advantage of the situation."

The next time I get back into the tub from a jaunt in the pool, I grabbed a beer and slipped next to Carly. She looked up at me with a weird expression, but I just smiled. I reached over and turned the jets up, making the water froth and bubble, then quickly slid a hand under the water.

By now, Jeff's girlfriend and two friends were over the hottubing, and headed back to their rooms to relax. This left a very drunk Rick, a slightly less drunk Jeff, and Carly and I. There were a few others in the area, either swimming or enjoying their own hot tubs, but it wasn't super busy either.

I slid a hand over to Carly, and she jumped as my finger slid up her thigh. I let my hand roam under the water, teasing up and down her inner and outer leg, squeezing her ass on occasion. This soon prompted her to reach under and slip a hand under my suit, firmly grasping my cock, slowly pumping it up and down.

Rick was completely oblivious for now, too busy slurringly discussing football with Jeff, who was arguing back. I slipped a finger under Carly's small black bikini and ran it up and down her slit. She shivered under my ministrations. I pressed a fingertip against her tight opening, teasingly pressing it lightly, never entering her.

She sat up a little and then pressed down, forcing my finger inside her. Watching her face as she started grinding on my hand made my cock twitch, the look of lust was intoxicating.

She released my dick and just enjoyed herself, stealthily sliding up and down, and pressing herself against my hand. Soon, Rick wanted to go to bed and was encouraging her to accompany him.

I slid my finger out of her and motioned for her to stick behind for a moment. As soon as he and Jeff half stumbled through to the door, I turned to her.

"Open your curtains a little. I'm going to stay in the tub...and you are going to put on a show for me."

Her eyes got big and she shivered, before nodding and walking away without a word. They'd left me about 4 beers, so I settled back and waited.

I didn't have long to wait before I could see her hand sneak behind the curtain and give it a tug. Scooting to one edge of the tub gave me about 3 inches of space, more than enough for a clear view of half the room, including the bed and bathroom doorway.

She glanced out at me, her face a little red and got a evil smile from me in return. She smiled back and walked across the room, untying her bikini top as she moved, a definite extra wiggle in her step. She dropped the top and then bent completely over to push her bottoms down, giving me a lovely view of her ass, pussy lips peeking through the gap in the thigh.

Rick soon walked out of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born, and grabbed her for a kiss. She reached down and began stroking his cock as the locked lips, bring his respectable sized dick to attention very quickly.

She led him over to the bed, pushing him onto it before kneeling, keeping him turned away from the window. I had a decent view of her mouth bobbing up and down as he played with her face, before finally lying back and letting her go to work.

After a few minutes of very sloppy head, including her taking his entire cock into her mouth, burying her face in his trimmed pubes. She snuck a hand down between her legs and began stroking herself as she bobbed up and down.

I could see him motion her up onto the bed, and she stood up, as he rolled over. She glanced at the window and sucked her finger clean before climbing up next to him.

They continued to make out as he began to caress her from top to bottom, before stroking her pussy. She thrust her hips up to meet his hand, I couldn't hear it, but I could easily imagine the moan she made as he stroked her clit.

One...then a second finger slid inside her, which she squirmed against, mouth open and head thrown back with her eyes closed.

Rick's head dropped down to suck on one nipple and then the other as his hand moved between her thighs. Her hips thrust up against his fingers as he mouthed her tits.

I moved a hand under the water to slowly stroke myself as I watched them get it on. Seeing no one nearby due to it nearing closing time, I slipped my trunks down a bit, freeing my cock.

I wished then that I had told her to leave the door ajar instead of the window, so I could hear the squishing of his fingers pistoning in and out of her wet cunt, the sound of her moans, the slurping of her mouth, but I took what I could, and just enjoyed the view.

A few more minutes of fingering and the he moved down her body, lapping at her wet pussy. Carly ran her fingers through his hair, and looked up, making eye contact with me. She shivered when she saw me watching, pushing her hips up against his mouth. I could tell by her body language that she needed more, and she must have indicated it to him.

He got up on his knees, pulling his fingers out of her. She nodded to whatever he said and rolled onto her tummy. Carly pushed her ass in the air, wiggling it at he and I. Rick spreadher cheeks and lined his cock up at her wet hole...and slid inside.

I can clearly see his cock sliding in and out of her, glistening with her wetness. Carly grabs a pillow which she buries her face into, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He grabs her hips and jackhammers in and out. I see her start to tense up, but he's already spasming inside her.

He pulls out, a lne of cum connecting to her pussy, then he lays down. She looks back at him and collapses to the bed. She looks out the window at me, frowning. She rolls onto her back and begins stroking herself, but stops when he says something to her and scoots up, grabbing for the lights.

I tug my shorts back up and grab the couple remaining beers and head back inside. Keeping the towel to cover my erection that shows no signs of relaxing. I make my way inside and hop in the shower, in an effort to calm my raging hard on.

When I emerged I laid down on the bed and watch some tv, still naked and not quite ready for sleep. After about a half hour I heard a light knock on my door. I looked out the peephole and saw Carly, dressed in her tight sweats and a thin t-shrt. She looked nervous, rocking back and forth.

I opened the door, standing behind it. "What can I do for you?" I ask with a smile.

"Please...can I come in? Rick is passed out like the dead."

"Are you ready for your punishment?" I ask.

She looks a bit nervous, but nods. "Yes Sir...if I can come in.."

I nodded and waited for her to enter before shutting the door, she giggled seeing me already naked. She walked in front of me towards the bed. When she got close, I gave her a quick shove, pushing her onto the bed, then pounced, pinning her face down.

My hand tugged her sweats down to her knees, and my hand dived between her thighs. She was still soaking wet, a mixture of her own and Rick's cum. I pushed the coated fingers between her lips, which she cleaned dutifully.

"I'm not taking sloppy seconds, little slut." I told her. "And I already had your talented mouth today...so...you know where I'm going to fuck you...right?"

She shivered and nodded, fear and lust warring on her face. "I've never had anything that big in my ass."

"You will soon." I informed her.

"Get your ass up on the bed. Face down in the pillow and ass in the air." I told her frmly.

Carly kicked her sweats the rest of the way off and rolled over onto her stomach, sticking her ass out towards me. Her freshly fucked pussy peeks between her thighs, and she gives her ass a wiggle.

I opened my travel bag and took out a tube of lubricant, opening and squirting some onto my hand, then rubbing it on my hard cock.

"Play with yourself. Since you want to be a wanton little slut...act like it."

She pushed a hand between her thighs and began sliding her fingers up and down her mound, one pressing between her lips to stroke her clit. She gave a low moan as she flicked it.

I climbed onto the bed behind her, my lube coated hand tracing down the crack of her ass to brush her tight rear opening. She gave a shiver as my finger pushed against it. I squirted more lube, letting it run down and then massaged it in. Soon my finger slipped inside her ass easily, stroking in and out slowly.

She gasped and stroked her pussy faster. The one finger became 2 after a little more lube and teasing.

Before I could get a 3rd into her tight ass, "Please can I cum?" she moaned into the pillow.

"Not yet."

She whimpered and shook, trying to hold it in. "You may cum when this other finger is in you..."

"Please Sir...I have to cum...PLEASE." she begged.

I pushed the 3rd finger into her ass, stretching it a little further. "Now." I told her.

She shook and quivered, face buried into the pillow to hide her cries. My fingers never stopped, continuing to ream her tight ass as she came, squeezing down on them.

She started to relax, and I pulled the digits from her asshole. I rubbed fresh lube onto my cock and kneeled behind her, spreading her cheeks wide. Carly's face was still buried in the pillow, little after shocks making her twitch.

I pushed my hard cock against her asshole, and slowly...ever so slowly...entered her. She whined a little, then gasped and moaned when the head popped through. I let her adjust to the girth, squirting more slippery goo onto myself...then resumed a slow push forward.

Her hand began furiously stroking her clit again before I was halfway inside her. After what seemed like hours, my pushed hit her ass, and I was fully buried in her tight ass. I held like that for a few moments, then started slowly pulling out. Her whimpering became constant, between the frigging of her clit and the cock in her ass, she was in a state of near orgasm the entire time.

I pushed back into her a bit harder, my skin slapping her ass. Her asshole clenched around me as I began actually fucking her. Her one orgasm became two....then a third. She shuddered and yipped into her pillow. I couldn't hold it much longer and began pounding her tight little ass harder, our skin slapping against one another, bottoming out in her tight hole.

I grabbed her by the hair and made her look at me as I reamed her butthole. "This is mine, slut. No one else fucks your ass but me...do you understand?"

She nodded and moaned out a "Yes Sir", her eyes glazed over.

I pushed her face back into the pillow and fucked hard, slamming into her ass once...twice...and finally erupting hot cum into her. Groaning I unleashed all of the saved up cum from her teasing.

**Author's Note: Critique and commentary is always very welcomed! Any ideas of what you'd like to see in the next chapter is also grand :) **

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Em stood at the bathroom counter, combing her wavy hair into a low, loose ponytail, nearly ready for bed. She scrutinized her reflection in the mirror and crinkled her nose in apparent distaste. As her eyes scanned her body, she mentally cataloged each perceived flaw. Wearing her usual bedtime attire of a tight black tank top and a plain pink thong, she felt exposed and insecure.

She raised her right hand to her opposite shoulder, squeezing lightly at the bone. "I wish my shoulders weren't so wide," she thought. 

She then wrapped her hands around her ribcage, noting how they stuck out, and pressed gently, as if she could reshape them. Her hands slid down to her stomach, coming to rest on the small pouch of fat on her lower abdomen. She pinched the soft skin, sucked in her stomach, and furrowed her brow in frustration. Em blew out her breath dramatically, her cheeks puffing as she exhaled through tight lips. Her hands reached her hips, fingers tracing the dip between her hipbone and leg. They continued downward until she had a palmful of her thighs in each hand.

Lowering her head, she pinched the fat on her inner thigh painfully. She raised her eyes to the mirror once more, grimaced, and turned on her heel to leave the bathroom. She barely took a step before colliding with Dan, her arms flying up to brace against the impact. At home, Em often lost track of her surroundings, withdrawing into her thoughts. Tonight was no exception, and she hadn't noticed when Dan entered the bedroom, stopping outside the bathroom door. Unbeknownst to her, he had observed her entire insecure body-check.

"Oh! Hi!" She chirped in surprise, her voice half an octave higher than normal.

He gazed down at her, arms crossed, with a contemplative expression. His jaw flexed, and she noticed the hardness in his eyes, her own widening in response. She took a step back instinctively, her hands still raised in defense. 

Dan briefly closed his eyes, blowing out a small sigh through his nose before speaking. “What was that?” He asked flatly. 

“Oh, fuck," she thought as she dropped her arms, taking another step back. Her ass still stung from her punishment earlier in the day. Em knew not to keep things from him, but she didn't want to burden him with her body issues. She quickly weighed her options and settled on playing dumb.

She cocked her head to the side, putting on a puzzled expression. "What do you mean, Daddy?" She smiled sweetly and leaned forward, hoping to disarm him. "I was getting ready for bed."

He narrowed his eyes and took a step forward, closing the gap between them. His hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her onto her toes and forcing their eyes to meet. He felt her swallow hard under his palm. “Don’t play dumb with me,” he said coolly, lowering his face to hers. “She doesn’t get to talk about herself like that, understood?” 

She pushed against his chest fruitlessly, but he easily captured her wrists in his other hand. “What are you talking about?! I didn’t say anything!” She argued, her voice strained under his hand. 

His grip on her throat tightened, and he shook her slightly, jerking her into his chest. “Understood?” He spat, his eyes burning through her. 

She trembled at his intensity, her mouth silently opening and closing silently. Em couldn’t seem to read his mood—was he angry, annoyed, or... horny? She suddenly became aware of his hard cock pressing against her abdomen. Her eyes widened ever so slightly. 

Dan didn't wait for her to answer.

He released her throat, grabbed her shoulder, and roughly turned her to face the mirror. He stepped forward into her, trapping her small body between his and the vanity. Em's cheeks burned with embarrassment, her eyes falling to the counter as she swallowed hard again. Playing dumb had failed, and she felt ashamed for being caught scrutinizing herself. The thought of causing Dan any stress or worry made her feel sick, but she also felt a slight relief that he didn't seem disappointed in her.

“Eyes.” Dan barked. Her eyes snapped to meet his in the mirror, her obedience outweighing her shame. “Don’t make me beat your ass again,” he warned. “What was going on in your head?”

Em’s gaze flickered between him and the counter, too nervous to maintain eye contact. She was having a hard time processing her thoughts, each one clouded over with a layer of fog. She could smell his cologne, feel the rise and fall of his breathing against her back, his body on hers overwhelming her senses. The girl squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to turn away from the mirror; but grip on her shoulders tightened, and he leaned his full weight into her, his fingers digging painfully into her muscles. Em winced and lowered her eyes to the counter again, the gentle ache of his grip sending little sparks of pleasure to her core. 

“I, um… just don’t like my body…” She mumbled, her voice shaking. 

He sighed heavily and wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders. He placed a tender kiss on the top of her head, the action contrasting heavily with his attitude over the past few minutes. He held her by the shoulders again and gave her a light squeeze before he slowly slid his hands down to her elbows. He drew Em’s arms behind her back, forcing her chest out, and hooked one arm through hers, restraining her. 

Em followed Dan’s every movement in the mirror, her mind whirring as she tried to make sense of the stark change in his demeanor. She watched as he brought his hand up to her face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, and leaned forward to whisper, his words tickling her skin. “That's okay, babygirl. I love your body. It’s mine to enjoy—you just worry about what I think.”

He nipped at her ear, his teeth dragging lightly over the lobe. She took an unsteady breath, her back arching as she inhaled deeply. Her round ass pressed back into his pelvis, where his cock was beginning to strain against his jeans. Dan groaned quietly in her ear, his free hand splayed across her lower abdomen, driving her in his body harder. He kissed a trail from her jaw, his mouth traveling down the curve of her neck to her shoulders. Her head lolled back against him as he bit down hard on her tender skin, a quiet moan accidentally slipping past her lips.

“You… You make it hard to think, you know...” she muttered, leaning forward in an attempt to pull her arms away. His hold on her limbs tightened as he caught the skin of her shoulder between his teeth again, bearing down firmly. Em sucked in a sharp breath and twisted in his grasp, another futile shot at freeing herself. In her head, dark clouds began to roll in once more, a rapid flip-flop between wanting to be left alone to wallow in her insecurity and wanting to melt into his touch. Her self-doubt was winning out, causing a rising heat in her face. “Daddy, seriously, let me go!” She pleaded, her irritation apparent. 

Without warning, Dan straightened up, his arm dug painfully into her back as he forced her onto her toes again. His eyes flashed darkly as they met hers in the mirror, and he promptly brought his other hand up to her face, roughly hooking three fingers into her mouth, muffling the whine it drew from her. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, beginning to pump his fingers in and out of her lips. “You don’t need to think; you need to do as you’re fucking told.” 

She spluttered at his intrusion and jerked her head to the side, wrenching her body forward as she fought. He held her jaw unyieldingly, his fingers still accosting her mouth, when he suddenly released her arms and shoved his palm between her shoulders. He forced her to hinge over the countertop. His hand skated over the skin of her shoulders up into her hair, mashing her face down against the cool granite countertop. Goosebumps raised on her flesh, a shiver running up her spine. 

Dan ground his hips forward, his cock and the rough denim rubbing hard against her still-sore ass while he continued his ministrations on her mouth. His fingers slipped further toward the back of her throat on each instroke, and her resolve was beginning to crumble. The urge to fight and the need to submit raged against each other like wildfire, two flames merging into one in her head. A violent cough reverberated in her chest as Dan’s fingers brushed the back of her throat, and she heard him chuckle wickedly behind her.

With his hand still holding her against the counter, he stepped to the side, kicking her feet apart with his own. He pulled his fingers from her mouth, feathered them over the skin of her ass, and snaked down between her legs, brushing over the smooth cotton of her thong, sending a shiver down Em’s spine. She felt warm and damp under his fingertips, eliciting another soft laugh from Dan. One digit snuck under the edge of the fabric and dipped between her folds, coating his finger with her nectar, grazing gently over the hardening bud of her clit. His touch against the sensitive bundle of nerves caused her to twitch, a short puff of air coming from her nose as she tried to steel herself, determined to not let him break her down this time. She had dealt with her insecurities for a lifetime, and they were hers to handle. Letting him be privy to that side of her felt more vulnerable than she could manage.

With a tight hold on her hair, he tugged her head up until she was face to face with herself in the mirror. “Theeere she is... My pretty little whore,” he rasped, circling her clit slowly. She shuddered, her lips parting in a gasp of pleasure. 

She drank in the reflection of her captor. No amount of irritation could take away from the allure of his striking blue eyes that held a lifetime of stories. His strawberry blonde hair and gingery beard, peppered with flecks of white, added a rugged charm. A warm, easy smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, marking wisdom and years of laughter. To Em, he felt like home, knowing she would always be safe with him. He had an uncanny insight into her soul, knew how to toe the line, and he always had her best interests in mind—even when they pissed her off.

"Fuck, focus, goddamnit!” She seethed silently to herself, blinking rapidly to refocus her eyes and attention. Dan jerked her head again. “Look at yourself, slut. Look how good you look bent over for me.” 

She squeezed her eyes shut, the anxious side of the mental storm getting thunderously loud. The circles on her clit doubled in pace, a second finger joining the first before swiftly plunging into her tight hole, slowly pumping in and out of her. Her eyes popped open wide, and she gasped loudly, her hips bucking back involuntarily. What she saw in the mirror caused her to flush in embarrassment. Her hair was disheveled under his hand, a thin sheen of sweat prickling across her forehead and cheeks. Her mouth hung open in a silent moan, and her eyes looked glassy with a heady mix of desire and denial. Behind her, Dan wore a smirk of satisfaction as he watched her fight against herself, her pretty face scrunching up in frustration. 

Dan slowly withdrew his hand from her hair. “Don’t you dare look away,” he commanded as his hand fell to his belt, quickly loosening the buckle and pulling the leather from his waist. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and immediately presented them in front of Em’s face. Faster than she could turn away, he forced his slick fingers into her mouth, sloppily cleaning them off against her tongue. Her cheeks burned hot with shame at her mouth being violated that way, his angle making her unable to back away. 

When he was satisfied that his fingers were clean, he shifted his weight back onto her, pinning her once more against the counter. He looped his belt around her slender throat, creating a makeshift collar and leash. Dan let the belt fall slack, dropping its tail and raking the nails of both hands down her back, grabbing two handfuls of the soft flesh at her hips. His fingertips dug into her hipbones, and she watched her reflection bite her lower lip, stifling another gasp. 

“Goddamn, you are so fucking sexy,” he groaned, grinding his pelvis into her ass again. He was thoroughly enjoying watching his pet try to remain resilient against his advances. “Aren’t you, baby? You’re my pretty little girl, aren’t you?” He asked in a low voice.

Her eyelids fluttered, her expression softening at the edges as a result of his praise. She couldn’t ignore the fact that the growing heat between her legs was surpassing her attitude and trepidation. With each passing moment, he was making cracks in her resolve. 

He briefly pulled back from her, unbuttoned his jeans, and hooked his thumbs under them and his briefs. He pushed them down under his hips, and his dick sprang free of the fabric, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. Em’s arousal was equally apparent; the crotch of her thong darkened with her wetness. Checking her reflection, he watched as her eyes glazed over, a sure sign she was losing her internal fight. Dan yanked her thong to the side, exposing her smooth pink pussy, and wasted no time navigating his thick shaft between her legs, stroking across her soaking wet slit with his length while his hand came to rest on her ribcage. 

“Ohh…” she whimpered softly, near inaudibly, unable to resist rocking her hips in time with his slow thrusts. 

His hands felt warm on her torso as he tugged her body back rhythmically, that warmth seeming to radiate into her muscles. Her breathing slowed as she began to forget why she was resisting in the first place. Dan made her feel so good... Even when she didn’t like her body, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. She felt his hand glide from her rib to her hip, his long fingers wrapping painfully tight around her hipbone, his palm firmly in the dip she had been judging not long earlier. 

“I guess that’s a pretty good grabbing spot…” She pondered while another whimper escaped her. Her head started to fall forward, but before her cheek could land touchdown on the countertop, the leather around her throat lost its slack, digging into her skin and forcing her head back up. All Em could do was grunt; the sound strangled and caught in her chest.

Dan pulled at the belt hard, yanking her torso to raise her up onto her elbows, a position she would have to maintain if she wanted to breathe. When she had steadied herself in this pose, he let up, allowing a bit of slack around her neck. Em gulped down air as the pressure lifted off her windpipe. Her eyes, wide as dinner plates with shock, connected with his in the mirror. Between her legs, her pussy pulsed, her arousal coating his shaft as he continued to thrust steadily, the head of his cock just parting her lips to brush teasingly over her clit.

“I asked you a question, babygirl." He prompted, unable to keep the smirk off his face. “You’re my pretty little girl, aren’t you?” He asked again, his fingers kneading into her hip.

Em hesitated before nodding. She angled her hips, desperate for more contact, but he tugged abruptly at the belt, a reminder of who held the power. 

“Say it. I want to hear you say it; what are you?” He demanded. The movement of his hips slowed and shortened until his swollen glans was gliding back and forth over her clit incessantly. 

She panted underneath him, her shoulders rising and falling with her shallow, rapid breathing. By this point, she had fully surrendered to him, her desire to please far too powerful to ignore. “I…mmph…I’m y-your pretty- fuck-” She stumbled over her words, a shock of pleasure short-circuiting her brain every time he bumped over her sensitive spot. 

Several minutes passed with her writhing and gasping, struggling to get herself under control. Dan enjoyed watching her squirm, but he had a goal and intended on making her squirm a hell of a lot more once he’d met it. He drew his hips back, the head of his cock barely making contact with her needy sex. His hand rubbed up and down her side from shoulder to ass, following every rise and valley on her soft form. The strict leather of his belt contrasted beautifully with his loving caress.

Her uneven breathing was the only sound cutting the silence in the room. He leaned forward over her back, the belt buckle clanking noisily as he freed her throat. He discarded the belt to the side and slid his hand up her side and under her arm, his fingers ghosting over the delicate skin of her breast, continuing up until his palm came to rest under her jaw. He held her there, using his thumb to turn her face and attention back to her own reflection. His mouth only inches from her ear; his breath sent shivers through her once more.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice just above a whisper. 

For once she didn’t hesitate, the words falling out of her before she could form a clear thought. “I’m your p-pretty little girl, Daddyyyy-” Her words devolved into a desperate whine, a wordless plea thick with desperation. 

At that, he pushed forward hard, sinking the entire length of his erection into her cunt, her soft walls gripping him tightly. He bottomed out in her, the plump cushioning of her asscheeks hitting his pelvis, and circled his hips, grinding hard against her cervix. “Goooooood girl,” he groaned pridefully, his hold on her throat tightening. “My gorgeous fuckdoll... What do good girls get, angel?”

A broken cry burst from her lips as he stretched her so quickly. She was incredibly wet for him; there was no friction or resistance, but his size made her feel as though she’d been impaled. Each circle of his cockhead against her core sent a torturous wave of deep ache and hot pleasure through her body, drawing lengthy moans and pathetic squeaks out of her. She drug her heavy-lidded green eyes up to meet his in the mirror, drunk with desire. 

“Daddy’s…Daddy’s cock…” She spoke on an exhale, her voice weak and unsteady. She pushed her hips back against him, moaning low in her chest. 

“That’s right.” He smiled at her reflection, and through her fog, she took note of the hardness still lingering under his expression.

He released his chokehold on her throat and brought both hands to the globes of her ass as he stood upright, spreading her cheeks as he slid almost entirely out of her pussy. What a beautiful view he had, her pussy stretched taut around his girth, every inch glistening with her cream. Without any further hesitation, he slammed his hips forward again, plunging his throbbing cock mercilessly into her, eliciting a magnificent squeal of pleasure from his pet.

He pistoned in and out of her, her ass and hips rippling violently with every thrust. Her sounds quickly shifted from mewls into full-throated moans, each one forced out of her from his ministrations. Dan watched her reflection with rapt attention, savoring the flush across her cheeks and the way she bit her lip in wanton lust. Em rutted back to meet his thrusts, moaning on every exhale, desperate to take every inch of him she possibly could. Lewd slapping sounds came from where their bodies connected, drenching both of their thighs in her juices. Dan wrapped one arm tightly around her waist. Using this new leverage to his favor, he slammed his cock into her over and over with abandon, his balls slapping obscenely against her clit. Her moans jumped in volume, her head falling forward into her hands.

“Eyes!” He growled, punctuating the word with a pause, bearing against her cervix on his instroke. She groaned lowly as her head tipped back again, her mouth hanging open. She struggled to maintain his gaze, her eyes rolling back into her head and drifting shut periodically, but he was proud to see her trying. He brought his other hand up and reached around between her legs. He used two fingers to rapidly stroke her clit as he resumed his assault on her tight hole, causing her to buck back hard and cry out again, her brows knitting together.

"Good giiiirl,” He cooed, feeling her pussy begin to contract around his member. “You want to cum for me, baby?”

She nodded aggressively, feeling tension building in her stomach. Her muscles tightened, slowly but surely. Her knees felt weak, and her legs began to tremble as he took what he wanted from her. “P-please…” She whimpered.

“Then beg me, baby.”

And fuck, did she. She began to babble, beautiful phrases about how his cock was so big in her tight cunt and how much she loved being a needy cumslut for him to use. She promised to be his fuck toy all night, filled to overflowing with his load, if he would only let her have one single release. After a few minutes of bouncing back on his thick cock, begging to be filled and bred, she was teetering precariously on the edge of her orgasm. Pleading was all she had left in her as her entire body shook with the effort of holding herself back. 

“PLEASE! Please, pleasepleaseplease, Daddy, pleeease!!!” She sobbed, her voice catching in her throat.

An evil grin lit his face. “Cum for me. Milk my cock with that perfect cunt, you fucking whore.” He drove his words home with powerful thrusts that pushed her over the edge and caused her world to come undone.

Every muscle in her body tensed as her pussy squeezed, vice-like around him, increasing the stimulation even more. She moaned loudly as wave after wave of immense pleasure rolled through her, alighting every nerve with electricity. He didn’t let up his attention on her clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. Her heartbeat roared in her ears. She writhed and shook with force. She was on an island of ecstasy, completely unaware of anything around her as her pussy contracted over and over on his erection, sending gushes of her cum to drip down their thighs. Her body went limp, supported only by his arm and the counter. With a quick, sharp smack between her legs, he withdrew his hand and wrapped both arms around her body. She gasped sharply but only twitched at the impact, her body too spent to recoil properly.

Dan doubled his pace, slamming his dick into her impossibly fast and hard. She was vaguely aware of his breathing getting ragged behind her while he used her body for his pleasure. She felt his cock harden even further inside her. Whimpers and whines sprung from her in a constant stream, her body rocking under the force of his barrage. She sucked in a deep breath and used all of her remaining focus to string together a sentence. 

“Thank you, Daddy…” She mewed weakly. “P-please, Daddy… Breed me… Fuck, please breed me…”

Dan held her hips in an unbreakable grip, pushing himself harder, deeper, faster into her swollen and sensitive pussy. He thrust relentlessly, an animalistic groan coming from deep in his chest. His cock twitched inside her, and he rammed his head into her cervix one last time, holding her there, her ass pressed hard against his hips. She felt the heat of his cum flooding her insides, the feeling drawing a deep sigh of satisfaction from her. He shot rope after rope of his seed deep inside of her until she could take no more, both of their cum leaking around his length. He let his body drop down, draping himself over her back and breathing heavily in her ear. She could feel his heart beating erratically against his chest. 

After a few minutes of silence, broken only by their labored breathing, he slowly slid his cock out of her velvety slick cunt, a trickle of their cum creating a stream down her leg. Em’s eyes fluttered closed. Dan guided her by her shoulder to stand straight, turning her to face him. She leaned her forehead against his chest, her brain blissfully silent. Dan put his hands around her waist and lifted Em easily, sitting her on the counter in front of him. Her body loose and willing, she relented to his movements without protest and simply draped her arms around his shoulders. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. His thumb lightly traced her skin, and his serious eyes searched her face as they often did, analyzing what lies behind her expression. 

Her thick hair cascaded over her shoulders in messy waves, framing her face. He peered long and deep into her green eyes, needing to know where her head was at. Within them he found a serene calmness he only got to see when they were like this, alone and in the throes of passion. He couldn’t help but smile a bit. His eyes drifted lower, noting the pink flush of her cheeks as he passed over them to the delicate smile on her plush lips. His eyes lingered there momentarily before he drew her in for a chaste kiss. He caught her eye again, and his smile widened as the flush across her cheeks and nose deepened, and her little smile turned shy. 

“Hi~” Her voice was soft and sweet, and she quickly turned her head as she broke out in giggles, bringing both hands up to cover the lower half of her face. 

Dan swiftly caught both wrists and held them back, away from her face. “Hey, pretty girl.” He said warmly. He tugged her wrists, pulling her toward him, until he could meet her halfway. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply and deliberately, each movement filled with a blend of softness and intensity. Em melted into the kiss. A few short moments later, he broke away and brought a hand up to hold her face again. 

“Come on, beautiful." He nodded his head toward the shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.” 

Em blinked at him a few times, her eyes staying closed just a touch too long each time, sleepiness starting to settle over her. Once she had processed his words, she nodded slowly. 

“Okay…” she murmured, pausing briefly. “Hey Daddy?"

He smiled again. “Yes, babygirl?”

“I love you.” 

He chuckled and stroked her hair back from her face. “I love you too, pet. Every part of you.”

Couldn’t edit title, but also TW for drugging. This is a work of fiction. Please always gain consent, discuss safe words, and respect boundaries. Enjoy.

It was so nice to get away. Work had been stressful, and life was way too busy. I pulled up to the cabin some friends and I rented for a long weekend and stepped out of my car. “This is fucking gorgeous” I said to myself. The cabin wasn’t huge, but pretty large with a wraparound porch. Surrounded by giant redwoods, there was nothing but forest for miles. In fact, the last hour and a half had almost been off-roading. No gas stations, stores, neighbors. It was perfect for me and my adventurous friends!

So far only Mike had shown up; he came out and wrapped me in a bear hug. “So good to see you,” he said warmly. Mike and I have known each other since we were kids. We tried dating in high school, but it was just weird. I was so glad that we had stayed so close no matter what.

He helped me bring my things inside, and I picked an empty bedroom. “I’m just gonna freshen up,” I said, getting ready to wash the 5 hour drive off in the shower. “Sounds good,” he replied. “I’ll start the grill.”

I got out of the shower and we ate, and I thought it was strange that no one else had gotten here yet. No one had texted that they were running late either, but there was no signal. Maybe messages just weren’t coming through. I asked Mike, since he planned the whole thing. I’d been so busy I hadn’t even gotten a chance to talk to everyone about our upcoming trip. I figured we’d just catch up here.

“Shannon and Carlos are coming tomorrow. Carlos is swamped at the shop and they don’t want to try to make it up here once it’s dark. Casey and Alex should be here in…” he glanced down at his watch, “…about 2 hours. Guess we’re the early birds!”

It made sense. Our friend group wasn’t known for timeliness; Mike has always been the organized one and I just couldn’t wait to get out of town.

Mike makes us some drinks and we shoot some pool in the game room.
“You’re so bad at this,” he laughs. It’s true, I’m terrible at pool. I can’t stop giggling either, and that doesn’t help. “I’ve got bad aim I guess,” I respond right before I scratch.

“You’re holding the stick wrong,” Mike explains while retrieving the cue ball. He walks towards me with his cue stick. “You should position your fingers more like this.” I look at his fingers and try to copy with my own. “Hold that” he says. Why do I feel kind of fuzzy?

He sets his pool cue down and steps behind me. He positions my arms with his own. He isn’t quite pressed against my back, but he does feel closer than necessary. “Just like that.” He steps away, and I’m lined up perfectly. I take the shot, successfully knocking the green striped ball into the hole.

I look up at him, beaming and a bit dizzy. “See! You’re not so bad!” He says. The game continues on, but I feel myself becoming unsteady on my feet.

“Have you ever thought about us?” He asks suddenly. “I mean…as adults. As two single, successful adults ready to have something more…”

I look at him confused. “Mike, what do you…mean? I…you’re an amazing friend…”

He stepped towards me, leaving only a small gap between us. “And isn’t that what makes a great lover?” His hand rests on my hip, pulling me closer. I put my hands on his chest, trying to prevent us from closing the space between us. “Mike we’re drunk…let’s talk about this later…”

“You’re drunk. A little more than that, actually. I’ve had a whiskey, sure, but I’m fine.”

My breathing gets heavier. My body feels like it’s made of lead. I start to drop and he catches me in his arms, scooping me up and carrying me to a bedroom. “I gave you a little something extra in your cocktail. Don’t worry, the effects aren’t permanent.” He explains. “It’ll be a few hours before you begin to regain control of your body. For now, you won’t be able to move. When the effects have settled in, you will not be able to speak. You’ll feel everything…you’ll love it. Once you learn to be good, I won’t have to drug you anymore. It’s just for now.”

He lays me on the bed and begins undressing me. In between my panic and shock I think how stupid he is. Casey and Alex will be here soon. Any minute. They won’t let this happen. “They’ll…see…stop…” my weak voice barely making it out of my throat.

“Aw baby, nobody’s coming. No one knew about this trip. It was always just going to be us! We need the quality time if we’re going to start our relationship off right. The next week is going to be amazing!” He says cheerfully, looking my now naked body over with ravenous eyes.

WEEK?! I look up at him with fearful eyes, the most I’m capable of now. “It’s okay,” he says, trying to soothe me. He spreads my legs, bending them at the knee. I stare up at him helplessly. “You’ll like this. It doesn’t have to be scary. I’m sure you’re surprised but just give it a chance…we’ll be so happy together.” He slides his pants down and I gasp at what is soon to be deep in my holes…

(Part 2 coming)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All Characters are of age and not related in any way.

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This is part six of a series. You can find the other parts here. If you don't care about the backstory, individual parts can mostly be read standalone too.

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Celinea was kneeling in the tower position by the door, naked, waiting for her Master to return home. Everything was ready. All the toys, instruments, and tools in the leisure room were polished; there was massage oil warmed up, as well as a bath prepared. And just a moment before, she had stretched her anus and pre-lubed it. Of course, there was no way to know how her evening would go. All she knew was that it would start with a „hello/welcome home“ kiss and end with a „goodnight“ kiss. The kisses were holy to them, and they had agreed to never forgo them. Everything else was entirely her Master’s decision; she had no say in it. But she could suggest, seduce, beg, and otherwise influence.

The pre-lubed ass had not been an instruction from him but rather an idea she had had the other day. It was a way for her to influence what he might do without having to say anything. At some point, his fingers might go there, and in his mind, the dots would connect, or at least that was what she was hoping for. It wasn’t at all certain that she would even get a chance to suggest, seduce, beg, or influence. The other day, she had been out with some friends. He had greeted her at the door; that was a mutual thing, not just when he was returning. She had barely made a step into the room when he shut the door behind her and pressed his lips on hers. It felt like no time had passed at all when she felt herself being turned around and pressed against the wall, her dress being pulled up, and his hands gliding between her legs. Barely a surprised gasp later, he was inside her and pounding her. A couple of minutes of rough action later, they had sunken to the floor, leaning against each other, panting hard, cum dripping out of her pussy.

Such an intense start wasn’t the norm. But the mere thought that it was his right to take her whenever he wanted, however he wanted, and that he was willing to do that from time to time, was enough to keep her on edge and wet whenever she was waiting for him. It sent a nice tingling feeling through her body just thinking about it.

Most days, however, they started a lot slower, which gave her the opportunity to act out some of the service elements of the dynamic. Being violently taken by surprise was fun to her, but at heart she was a service submissive and loved the moments of quiet submission even more than the moments of peak action, if that was even possible.

After a long moment of intense kissing, if he did not take her then and there, she would proceed with her service tasks. She would receive his suit jacket and briefcase and put them away nicely before dropping to her knees and taking off his shoes. Then she would open his belt, unzip his pants, and take them off him, while he would unbutton his shirt. She would hand him his comfortable evening robe before leaving to put his clothes away.

They would reconnect in the leisure room. Upon entering, she would pour two tall glasses of water and serve them to him on a small silver tray. Some days, she would find him lying on his stomach in the massage area. In that case, no words were needed; she would set the tray down on a little table beside him and immediately start massaging him. On other occasions, she would find him in the prepared bath, and she would join him in there. Those two possibilities usually meant that he would lean back and let her please him, and she loved those days mixed in with other ones where she would have a much more passive role. Most days, she would find him in the Dom chair, and in that case, all bets were off. She would simply set down the tray on the table next to him and kneel in front of him to await further instructions.

Today had turned out to be such a day. She was kneeling, looking up at him, wondering what would come next. He was sipping on one of the tall glasses of water.

„Finish it,“ he said as he handed her the still almost full glass.

„Yes, Master,“ she replied before putting the glass on her lips and drinking it all without setting it down once.

He handed her the second glass without saying anything, but she understood she was to drink it too, and she did.

„It’s time to review your diary,“ he said once she had finished the second glass.

„Right away, Master,“ she replied, unable to fully hide the excitement in her voice. She got up to get the diary.

Her kink journaling was a routine both of them loved having as part of the dynamic. She would journal regularly about her feelings, perverted dreams or fantasies she had had, things she wanted to try, and so on. Anything about kink and the dynamic was allowed and encouraged to be in the journal. And twice a month, on random days and times, he would review it. He was quite creative about how the review would take place. Sometimes, he would sit on the sofa, her head in his lap, and read it for himself while absentmindedly caressing her head with the other hand. Or he would sit in the Dom chair and have her naked on her knees between his legs sucking him while he read it. On other occasions, he would lie on top of her, his hard cock inside her, using her as both a mattress as well as a cockwarmer, while he read it. Or he would have her sit on the sofa and then lie down next to her, his head in her lap, suckling on her tits with relish, while he had her read it out aloud to him. There was simply no telling what would happen next, but that did not stop her from pondering while getting the diary.

Upon returning, she kneeled before him and presented the diary to him with two hands in a respectful way. He took it off her and gestured for her to lie on her back right where she was.

„Open your mouth wide,“ he told her, and she promptly did as she was told.

He got up and removed his underpants without taking off his robe. She could see him tossing it over to the sofa from the corner of her eye. Then he knelt over her face, his knees off on either side of her face, and slowly lowered his balls into her mouth, making sure his robe would not get in the way. When he reached his desired position, he said, „You can gently suck and lick them if you like,“ and then he started reading. She immediately let her tongue explore and started to put a very gentle suction on, which was rewarded with a satisfied sigh from him.

There was no sound, except the occasional little slurping sound from her sucking and the occasional satisfied moan or absentminded „oh, that’s good“ or „ahh, I like that idea“ from him.

The entire situation was surreal and extremely arousing to her. She couldn’t see a thing. Not because his ass was in her face, but because she was under his robe, and it was completely dark under there. It seemed like his musk was more intense now that her sense of sight was gone, and that alone worked intensely on her. Then there were his balls in her mouth, and now he even started kneading her tits with his free hand! And that was only the physical side. He wasn’t just simply tea-bagging her hard and reading a newspaper. No, he was reading her diary, containing her most perverted thoughts and fantasies. It was too much. The only reason she didn’t start to beg him to take her right there, right now, was that she was gagged by his balls, and so she endured, quietly melting away in her own horniness.

For him, it was intensely satisfying. Not many positions were more dominant than the good old teabag. And combining it with reading her diary, containing some of her innermost thoughts and fantasies, was exhilarating. He had to reread some sentences multiple times because concentrating felt increasingly difficult. Luckily, she had not written too much in terms of volume, but a lot of it was extremely potent. The perversions her mind was able to produce never failed to amaze and arouse him. His strength was not infinite, and he was all but rushing through the last lines. Something about „pre-lubing,“ and he spontaneously decided to investigate whether that had been implemented.

„Open,“ he commanded her as soon as he finished reading.

She immediately stopped sucking and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

There was simply no way he would take his time for anything fancy now. A sentiment that, without knowing it, she was echoing in her head. In a hurried motion, he got off her and flipped her on the belly, right there on the padded floor in front of the Dom chair. He forcefully spread her ass cheeks wide and, with a satisfied groan, noticed that she had indeed prepped herself beforehand.

„Good girl,“ he said as he pushed his hard cock into her backdoor. He pressed her against the floor by her neck and started pounding her ass.

Now that her mouth was free, she immediately started to beg and dirty talk her Master. She was ready to come but wasn’t allowed to before he would.

„Please, Master, fuck me hard. Fill my dirty little ass up with your hot cum,“ she said.

The exchange continued for a couple of minutes. By now he knew her well enough to know that she only pleaded so hard if she was desperate to come and struggling to hold it. So he didn’t bother announcing himself coming and simply started to pump loads of cum into her while moaning loudly. And indeed she followed suit. It was a quiet one for her. She wasn’t moaning, just breathing heavily, but he could feel and see her twitch.

He lay on top of her until they both calmed down a bit. Then he pulled out of her, got up, and plugged her ass up with a plug from the table right next to them. He made his way over to where her head was and pulled her onto her knees by grabbing the hair close above her neck. He twisted her head back a little and put his dick into her mouth for a cleaning. She gently patted her head while she did her work, letting out a satisfied sigh every now and again.

„Follow me,“ he said and pulled her onto her feet, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the shower. She had an excited feeling that they were about to try another one of the entries from her diary, and she was right.

„Sprinkler time,“ he announced once they got to the shower.

He lifted her up by her thighs, her back against his chest, her legs folded up, pussy facing away from him, and ass right over his dick. She leaned down and clamped his dick between her asscheeks, and then both of them started spraying away while he gently moved them left to right a bit. She giggled as the double stream hit the glass wall of the shower.

„How do you come up with these things?“ he said with a fascinated tone.

„I have weird dreams, Master, but it’s all worth it because playfully bringing some of the things to live with you is extremely nice,“ she replied.

He set her down after, and they showered and talked before enjoying the rest of their evening.

Rattled and aggravated from bumping over every rock on this godforsaken mountain, I pull into a gravel lot, wrestling the gear shift of my ranger truck into park and jamming up the e-brake. The incline here isn't much, but the old rust bucket they assigned to me has a tendency to wander.

I grab my notebook and double-check the coordinates given to me by dispatch. One of our fire tower girls spotted someone in the restricted area, but I'll need to do some quick calculations before I make my approach. My pen taps along my bottom lip as I ponder. It took me roughly thirty minutes to drive out here, and according to the last reported sighting, the trespasser should be due west by the time I make the ascent. I pull a hair tie from the breast pocket on my olive green uniform shirt and knot my greying hair in a messy bun at the nape of my neck. Petite all my life, trail patrols were never an issue until I was injured last year. My knee hasn't quite been the same since, requiring a brace, and tolerating less and less activity.

I reach across the bench seat to grab my pack. Quickly checking my radio for signal, I pop the truck's door handle, and hop out. Charcoal grey stones scrape underneath the rubber soles of my hiking boots. I wince as the shockwave travels through my knees, and my breath condenses into a fine mist in the air. The steel door slams shut with some help from gravity, and my pack is flung across my shoulder blades before I cinch my utility belt. In my fifteen seasons out here, I've learned that having three items will solve pretty much any issue: a working radio, a sharpened hatchet, and a can of bear spray. Satisfied with my preparedness, I head up the trail.

The restricted zone includes a few dozen acres around an alpine lake that sits ten thousand feet above sea level. Back in the spring, a researcher identified some high-altitude bacterioplankton that sparked raucous debate, closing off the area to recreation until further notice. We hadn't received a single call about it, which has been my preference lately. Less calls means less altercations. Nobody enjoys being corralled by a ranger, but my interactions are rarely violent, and most of them don't warrant this bristled demeanor. I tell myself that it's just the pain.

I try my best to calm down, but my frustration only increases as I begin trudge up the steepest section. By the time I spot the figure, I'm about ready to throw my hatchet first and ask questions later. Too far away from them to do either, I dig, aging muscles doing their best to keep up with the spry hiker.

With great effort, I clear the grassy meadow, my boots starting to crunch loudly along the now-gravel trail. The trespasser is heading deeper into the restricted zone. Gigantic glacial boulders dot the landscape here, set strangely far away from one another. Standalone and eternal, the grey masses make me feel very small all of a sudden.

I shake away the wonderment as I catch up to the hiker. Whether they heard the sound of my huffing or the crash of stones underfoot is unclear, but they stop, turning back towards me. It's a man, barely in his twenty's. A mop of brown hair sticks out at all angles from beneath a grey beanie; dark blue eyes cut through his otherwise indifferent demeanor.

"Are you- aware - that you- are in- a restricted zone?" I ask between deep breaths.

"I come out here all the time," he shrugs, meeting my glare hesitantly.

I can only stare at him, unsure what else I expected to hear. With an exaggerated exhale, I lay my fingers across my radio, a clear sign of intimidation. Only one of us has the power here, and it sure isn't him. "Restricted zone," I repeat, leaning into the unsteady space between commanding and negotiating.

I watch cautiously as the hiker snakes one lanky arm out of the strap on his backpack, letting the canvas sack fall gently to the ground. He opens the top compartment and produces a folded paper, handing it to me.

His eyes linger on my chest a little too long. *Is he checking me out? No, he can't be...*

I only read his paperwork to learn his name, knowing damn well that he doesn't have the necessary clearance. "You're not hearing me... Levi. This is a restricted zone. You can't be here."

"Paper says I can," he points at the document in my hand.

"These are general entrance papers. You need a special research permit to be out here," I say, gesturing to the area around the lake. My tone is becoming sharper, less understanding. "Look, I'll ask you one last time before this turns ugly: are you going to follow me back to the parking lot, or do I need to arrest you?"

"Arrest me? You people can't make arrests," he scoffs, taking a noticeable step backwards.

"I look forward to seeing the look on your face when you find out," I shake my head, pulling my radio from the plastic case on my belt.

Mid-swing, my arm is caught in the air. Levi's hand closes around my wrist. He's a lot stronger than he looks. "Adding assault on a wildlife officer, huh? Very smart." I meet his eyes with a challenging glare. My head is tilted down, barely peeking past the brim of my ranger hat. I can see that he's terrified. He's doing all he can to force a steady expression, but the sweat that beads at his brow and the quivering of his outstretched arm gives away the truth.

"Look, I had no idea. Just... please. I can't have this on my record," Levi speaks slowly, trying to fake his calmness.

"Take your hand off me," I warn.

Levi's eyebrows crease with worry. Shaggy lengths of his hair flit as he frantically looks back and forth between my confined wrist and my furious expression. The heat behind my ears begins to spread across my shoulders and down my chest. My mind doesn't know what to do with the sensations. I feel the electricity surging through my muscles, perking my nipples and tightening my abs. Intrusive thoughts come in lewd and unsolicited. I can't help but imagine what this man might look like on his knees, what his skin might taste like, how his cock might feel betwe-

"Levi... you're trespassing, simple as that. Once you decide you'd like to keep that hand," I look towards his grip on my wrist, "I can radio in and tell my team that you're in compliance. Otherwise, I can send the distress signal and have you on a bus to federal court within the hour."

His hand flies backwards, gluing itself to his side. I take a mental note of how quickly he's willing to take orders. His voice shakes. "Compliance, Ma'am. Nothing but compliance."

"Good, but that's the last time you say Ma'am. Call me Jo."

"Y- yes Jo..." he watches me carefully, sensing the obvious change in my tone.

"That's a fine grip you have there, Levi. Ever considered a future in the backcountry?" he shakes his head, and I sigh. "Shame. Could use more strong men like you out here."

I pull the radio up to my mouth, pressing the talk button, and call to the fire tower. "Tower 3, come in." I maintain eye contact with my charge while I await a response. He's almost shaking with worry. *Fuck... he's cute when he's scared.*

"Go for Tower 3."

I look Levi up and down one last time before I radio my response, "Trespasser secured and compliant."

"10-4."

Levi begins to breathe again. His relief is immediately palpable, and wholly unwelcome. "Make one wrong move and we'll be right back to square one," I say, clicking my radio back into my belt. He nods enthusiastically. "Follow me."

I turn around, heading back towards the meadow. Behind me, Levi picks up his pack and starts to shuffle down the trail. We pass boulder after boulder, and my mind starts to conjure up filthier and filthier images with each one. I think about all the time I've spent at this job, and how much compliance I've had to both demand and perform. I've been the perfect worker, the perfect citizen, always making sure things go smoothly for everyone else. Maybe, just this once, I can reap the benefits of someone else's compliance. I pick out a boulder at the tree line, leaving the worn-down trail to get to it.

Levi follows my footsteps exactly. He's so focused on keeping up with me, that he skids to a stop when I do. At the chosen rock, I let my pack hit the ground, then turn around, meeting him face to face.

"Have you ever tasted a woman, Levi?" I bring my hands up to my neck, popping the top button of my work shirt.

"Uh..." he takes a small step backwards. His palms search for something to grab on to, only flailing aimlessly in the air.

I pop the next two buttons, letting him see my fully uncovered breasts. I haven't bothered wearing a bra since the 90's, and my skin isn't as tight or tan as it once was, but he doesn't seem to mind. His eyes settle on one nipple, then the next. "I've, uh... my ex never let me..."

"Get down on your knees, Levi," I wait for him to meet my eyes.

"Wait, Jo, you're..."

"Ordering you to get on your knees," I hesitate on the next button, awaiting his next move. Panic crosses his face, and I see him scanning to the left and right. I decide to remind him what's at stake if he decides to run, tapping the call button on my radio. The beep snaps his attention back to my beltline, right where I want it. "Thaaat's better," I tease. I pop the rest of the buttons and toss the garment over my shoulder. "Knees. Now."

Levi drops to the ground, surrendering. He pulls off his beanie, wringing it nervously in his hands.

"Good boy. Now, if I put my radio over here, are you going to behave?" I wait for him to nod, then begin pulling off my utility belt. I pop the buckle, continuing to the button and zipper on my trail pants. The weight of my hatchet and radio pull the fabric down my thighs, exposing my untrimmed bush. I haven't worn panties since the 90's either. I pull my pants off my ankles one at a time before setting them on the rock, close enough to reach easily. I look back down at Levi, wearing nothing but my ranger hat and hiking boots.

His shoulders are slumped, his lips parted, and his eyes wide with wonder. It's been years since I've watched a man balk at my nudity, and I fucking love it. My body reacts all at once. My nipples tighten and my pussy pulses, both begging to be touched.

I lean back against the rock, unable to deny myself any longer. One hand moves to my chest while the other slides between my thighs. I squeeze and massage both of my breasts, transferring my grip from one to the other as they demand my attention.

Levi's eyes are squarely fixated on my pussy. I press a finger inside myself, rubbing back and forth. His face becomes a grimace, clearly being shown something he'd never seen before. I finger myself, moaning softly with the pleasure, then bring my finger from my center up to my lips. His eyes follow the sight of my wetness and his jaw drops open slightly as I taste myself. I drag my pussy juices across my tongue and suck my finger clean before moving my hand back down. "Your turn," I sigh, sliding back inside myself.

My finger comes out wetter than before, and I reach down to Levi. His lips are already parted, and he makes no attempts to stop me. I slide my digit over his bottom lip, rolling it on his tongue and pushing as deep as I can. His gaze becomes almost angry as he accepts my intrusion, but the expression makes my clit throb.

"Do you like the way I taste, Levi?" I ask him, finger still pinning down his tongue. He responds by closing his lips around my digit. "Oh, fuck..." I squeak. "Do you want more?"

"Mmhmm," he hums.

"Will you be a good boy for me?" I pull my finger from his lips.

"Yes, Jo. Compliance," he shuffles forward on his knees, bringing his mouth perfectly close to my center. He leans in, and my breathing gets faster in acute anticipation of his touch. I widen my stance, pressing my bare ass into the granite stone.

I feel his warm tongue on me, but he moves too slowly, and with nowhere near the level of commitment I need right now. I try grinding my pussy against his face, but he freezes, unsure what to do with the movement. "Levi," I coax, running my fingers through his hair. He looks up at me. "Like this," I stick my tongue out. He protrudes his a bit deeper into me, but I know he can do better. "Aaaaah," I stretch my tongue, exaggerating my request. His eyebrows dip in frustration, but he does as he's told. I feel his thick, warm tongue at my opening and my thighs tighten on their own. "Yeah... that's it."

My grip on his curls tightens, and my other hand finds the back of his neck. I tilt his head back, forcing his chin deeper between my thighs. My body starts to take over. I use Levi's face to my liking, grinding into his outstretched tongue, pausing an extra second every time he touches my clit. I feel the vibrations of his voice as he protests and the sucking of air as the seal between his mouth and my pussy is broken repeatedly with my movements.

I don't want to stop. I want to grind into him harder, cut off his air, force his tongue deeper inside me, but I release his head. I untangle my fingers from his hair and release the pressure behind his skull, pressing my palms into the stone. Levi pulls back immediately, regaining his breath. He stares up at me, pussy juice covering his mouth. Pursing his lips, he whistles one long tone.

"I see. You liked that, didn't you?" I sigh, rolling my hips in a figure eight. He nods, muscles tensing at the show, legs shuffling underneath him. As he tries to get up, I snap my fingers again. "Stay. I'm nowhere close to cumming," I bring my bad knee up, finding a flat spot for my heel to rest, and lessening the stress on my injury. Cool mountain air caresses my folds as I let my pussy open wide for Levi.

"Damn..." he sighs. The tone makes me clench, and the reaction of my body registers on his face. He stares into my pussy, eyes moving up and down, squinting and relaxing as he takes in the sight of a real woman, fully exposed for him. A shaky hand reaches out, fingers extended. He lays them gingerly on my sex, pressing into my labia without much intention. He wiggles them oddly, slipping his index finger between my pussy lips. He starts sliding it down.

"Wrong way, trespasser," I groan. Levi pulls back, giving me an annoyed glare. I add, "Clit is up north."

"I thought..." he starts.

"Small circles,' I demonstrate on my nipple, rolling my fingertip over it the way I want him to roll his on my clit. He slides his index finger up the front of my slit and I nod as he gets closer. When his fingertip brushes my clit, I inhale sharply. "Ooh, right there!"

I see a grin cross his face - the first sign of enjoyment. His fingertip presses onto my clit, and he starts rolling it in circles. "Like this, Jo?"

"Yes... but, lighter... and a little slower," I focus on remaining still, giving him a moment to figure it out. His finger slows, deepening the circles. "Yeah... That's it, don't stop," I start to breathe heavily, each roll across my clit bringing a soft moan. "Can you do that with your tongue, Levi?" His tongue replaces his fingertip in a second. "Oh, fuck! Good boy," I whine. He chuckles, but my body is frothing for release, the words coming out of me faster than I can think them. "Mmm, that's good, Levi. Now, finger fuck me while you grind that tongue on my clit." He obeys, forcing a finger inside me a little rougher than expected. "Yes, more!" My words do nothing to soften the next intrusion, but the stretch is too good. His fingers push into me hard, overpowering the soft twirling around my clit. "Dammit! Levi! Look here," I demand.

He lifts his chin for a moment, and I move my fingers in the air as demonstration. "Not this..." I thrust them back and forth, mimicking his current actions, "... you gotta curl them up on the other side of the clit," I bend my knuckles, showing him how to stroke the inside of my pussy. He watches me for a moment, and then I feel his fingers making the motion inside me. "Yes! Oh, do that again!" I gasp, taking another errant handful of his hair and pulling his mouth back towards my swollen clit. He begins to press over and over against my g-spot and his lips surround my clit instinctively, sucking and licking it. "Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" I feel the pressure building in the back of my head and my hands scrape at the boulder I'm pressed up against. "Finger me harder, Levi! I'm so close!"

He mumbles something indiscernible, but he starts fucking me harder with his strong fingers, practically pulling me off the rock. "Yes, yes, yes..." I feel my orgasm ripping from my core, pulsing in huge, fiery ripples. "Holy fuck! I'm cumming!" My back arches, bringing my shoulders against the cold stone. I scream and moan through the pleasure, squeezing Levi's fingers at the knuckle and gushing down his arm. I feel his tongue leave my clit, lapping at my pussy lips, valiantly trying to swallow my fluids. I caress his head as my climax subsides, moans softening into loud breaths. "Pull... out... slowly."

His eyebrows crunch in worry again, and he looks back towards my center. Every motion is overstimulating, and I gasp and moan as he removes his fingers. It takes a moment to collect myself, body sprawled across the rock, breasts heaving, my exhales visible as dewy clouds that dissipate into the afternoon breeze. I feel like every ounce of strength has left my body, unable to do anything but breathe... and drip.

Levi stands, hovering over me. "You okay there, Jo? Girls usually don't fall over after I fuck them."

"I'm not exactly a girl anymore," I sigh, smiling at him, "and you might have a few more like this if you remember our lessons."

"Yeah, I don't think I'll be forgetting any of this," he sighs, adjusting his dick in his pants. "But, um... can I leave?"

I nod, and respond, "Yes, trespasser, you're free to go. Dispatch will appreciate your compliance." With that, he picks up his pack, and heads down the trail. I lay my head back on the rock, giving my body every second to bask in the afterglow. I don't even remember why I was so pissed off earlier.

Casual Friday, Act 0: “Audition Day”

It was only about two months after Chris’ groundbreaking idea for a new kind of Casual Friday had been first introduced. All the pieces were in place — the Damage Control team had been selected and trained, all the policy changes had been made and, one by one, each of the employees had met with Management to discuss them. Unsurprisingly, very few people had a problem with the new direction that the company was taking.

The day that everyone had been waiting for — Heather, in particular — had finally arrived. In keeping with his typical clever marketing schemes, Chris had specifically planned for it to fall on the last Friday of the month. He felt, as did everyone else, that this was the best way to properly introduce what would later turn out to become the company’s most infamous and profitable tradition to date.

They had rented a modular stage setup from a local event planning company, and the Management team was sitting upon it behind those plastic tables with collapsible, metal legs that you see at every single beer garden, flea market, trade fair, etc. An outside observer might think that they were being cheap, but their rationale was that The Auditions were the main focus, and everything else was ancillary. In the spirit of the event, they had opted for business casual, but everyone else was dressed far more… comfortably.

The room had been re-arranged to accommodate the event, and several dozen chairs were lined up in rows facing the stage. Sitting across from the judge’s tables, positioned for maximum visibility, were a couch — black leather, of course — a wheeled task chair and a wooden desk, upon which sat a generous assortment of… accoutrements. Chris felt that it would be a good idea to give the participants several options in order to facilitate more… variety in the performances. In the first row of the audience, Molly, George, Randy and his wife, Linda — one of only two employee spouses present — were sitting together in a group.

“You know, I was just thinking,” George mused. “This whole setup looks… very familiar.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure that we’re all thinking it, George,” Molly replied, with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Thinking what?” Randy asked.

“Oh, you don’t know?” George laughed. “Clearly, you and Linda have some… homework to do later.”

“Yeah… I suppose so.” Randy looked visibly confused.

“Hey, Chris!” George raised his voice slightly so that everyone else could hear. “I don’t suppose that you had a particular source of… inspiration when you were putting this all together?”

Chris smiled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course not,” George replied, sarcastically.

Larry turned on his microphone. “Alright, people, let’s settle down now — it’s time to begin. Chris, the floor is yours!”

“Thank you, sir. Alright, everyone, it is my sincere pleasure to be the one to introduce to you my latest company culture engagement strategy: A New Kind of Casual Friday!”

There was applause and cheering all around the room.

“Now, as I’m sure you’re all aware, this format will not be a typical one, going forward. We, as senior management, will only be appearing today to judge your performances. After that, we will leave you alone for all subsequent events to be as wet, wild and depraved as you want! All we ask is that you respect the terms of your non-disclosure agreement and… try not to break anything.”

He paused for a few seconds as laughter and murmuring were elicited from his last quip.

“In order to keep the proceedings fun and spontaneous today, we have elected to randomize the… playing order.” He gestured to a bingo ball blower that they had set up off to the side of the stage. Heather was standing beside it, with an enthusiasm that rivalled that of a game show host. “Your team’s numbers have already been assigned. Heather, you wanna get things started?”

“Gladly!” She proclaimed, as she flipped the power switch. The balls started tumbling around the cage, and the first one popped up soon after. “Thirteen!”

“Lucky number thirteen! How about that. Looks like our first team is going to be… Randy and Linda!”

“God damn! We’re going first?! I never go first for anything!” Randy was panicking a little bit and stage fright was setting in.

“It’ll be fine, honey!” Linda reassured him, with a hand on his shoulder. “Just focus on me, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

Linda stood up, took his hand, and led him up to the couch. She was clearly a lot more… comfortable with the idea than he was. Once he sat down, she got on his lap straight away and started kissing him. All of Randy’s inhibitions quickly melted away once his wife began to work her magic. They started to undress each other, one piece of clothing at a time. When Randy started sucking on her tits, Linda moaned louder than usual, seemingly in an attempt to make the entire room hear. It was working.

Heather was sitting in her chair, squirming around and tracing her fingers up and down her legs. She was trying to resist touching herself, attempting to maintain decorum, but it was quite challenging. She had met Linda a couple of times at company parties and had always found her attractive, but, up until this point, she had only been able to fantasize about what she looked like naked.

Jeff noticed this and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Enjoying myself! What does it look like?”

“Well, try to use a little more restraint, would you? We have a job to do here.”

“Aww… you’re no fun.”

“Oh, I’m plenty of fun, honey — my wife can attest to that.”

“Is that right? I may just have to talk to her later and… fact check you on that.”

“I’d expect nothing less. Now… can we focus, please?”

“Fine.” Heather pouted, sat up straight, crossed her legs and folded her hands over her pelvis. As soon as Jeff looked away, she started slowly rubbing herself over her skirt with her pinky fingers, which were cleverly tucked underneath, out of sight. She knew that if she brought herself to orgasm, it would be obvious to everyone, but she was going to get away with as much edging as she possibly could.

At this point, Randy and Linda were fully disrobed. He laid down on the couch and she laid on top of him in the 69 position. Molly was enjoying the show just as much as Heather was, but did not have the same restrictions on her behaviour. She had a hand down her pants and was very obviously rubbing herself, as were many of the other employees in the audience. George joined in and put his hand up her shirt, stroking his cock with the other. After all, since they were also paired up for the event, he felt obligated to be a… team player.

“Mmm… yeah, George!”

“Those nipples are nice and hard, I see.” He pinched them and she gasped.

“I hope we get to go next, papi.”

“Fuck… me too!”

Randy started really going at it, fingering and licking Linda vigorously. It didn’t take long to send her over the edge, and she collapsed onto his chest with his cock still in her mouth. After the intense pleasure had finished crashing over her, she got back on her knees, turned to face him and positioned his cock at her pussy’s entrance. “Let’s give the people what they want, baby,” she murmured, smiling. As she slid down, she gasped, her eyes rolling back and her neck craning upwards.

“Mmm… ride that fucking cock!” Randy stared into his wife’s eyes with intense desire as she slowly bounced up and down on him. His hands wandered all over her — cracking her ass cheeks, squeezing her tits and finally landing on her throat. He pulled her head down and kissed her again, his hand still wrapped around her neck. His other hand moved down to her waist and, once he had a firm grip, he started picking up the pace, slamming his cock into her.

“Oh shit! Oh, my God! Fucking pound me, baby!” Linda screamed, her words echoing around the room.

“I wonder where he’s gonna cum,” said Molly.

“I know where I’d cum,” George replied.

“Oh yeah? Where’s that?”

“I think it’ll be more fun if I show you.”

“Oh, George! You’re such a fucking tease.”

“But you love it, don’t you?”

“I can’t deny that.”

Right before Randy was about to shoot his load, he stopped, pulling Linda close in a tight embrace, once again. “I want to fill you up so badly, babe, but I think we should add a little extra… flair here.”

“Mmm… show me.”

Randy flipped Linda over so that she was lying down in his place. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the top of the desk, squirted some onto her tits and rubbed it around.

“Ooh… we haven’t done this in a while!”

“I know — that’s partly why I chose it. Now, squeeze those milkers together for me.”

“They’re going to milk you, too, honey!”

“Did somebody say… honey?” George asked. Before anyone could respond, he leapt up and started jogging towards the lunchroom.

“What a fantastic idea!” Linda exclaimed. “Let’s hang tight until he gets back — I want to see where this goes.” She kept slowly stroking Randy’s cock, keeping him hard.

When George returned, he tossed the bottle towards Randy, smirking proudly. “I thought you might appreciate it if I… sweetened the deal a bit.”

“How thoughtful! Thank you, George,” Linda replied. She took Randy’s glasses off and placed them on her face, in preparation for the… grand finale. “Okay, let’s not keep these people waiting.”

“Say no more, baby!” Randy slipped his cock in between her tits and began thrusting as she pressed them together, interlacing her fingers.

“Mmm, yeah. That looks so hot!”

“Same from up here.”

“How do my tits feel?”

“So fucking good, baby!”

“You gonna cum for me?”

“Mmm hmm. I’m getting real close.”

“Paint me with your seed! Drench me in it.”

“Yeah? You want a nice, big facial?”

“Yes, please! Gimme that fucking milk, daddy!”

“Here it comes. Oh shit…”

Linda squealed and giggled as Randy unloaded an absolutely massive amount of cum onto her face, neck and chest. Surprisingly, very little of it got in her hair or on the couch — one of Randy’s many talents was remarkably good aim, with a variety of different… weapons.

“Alright, I think that’s all of it, baby.” He grabbed the bottle of honey that George had tossed him earlier and started pouring it out — first, on his cock, and then on Linda. In the same order, she got to work cleaning up the sweet, salty, sticky mess that Randy had made on her, mixing everything together as she did so.

“Mmm… that’s so tasty! I can’t believe we’ve never tried this before.”

“I think we should put it into our regular rotation.”

“Absolutely!”

He squirted a bit more onto Linda’s face, spread it around, and thoroughly licked off the remaining mess. He didn’t often enjoy tasting himself, but this was a… special occasion. After he was done, they both stood up, joined hands and took a bow as the entire room erupted in thunderous applause and cheering. Without hesitation, the judges all pressed their green buttons, indicating their enthusiastic approval. The TV at the very front of the room then played the commensurate success jingle.

Chris turned his mic back on. “Well, well... looks like we’re really starting the show off with a… bang today. Nicely done, Randy! You and Linda have passed with flying colours.”

They both gave the judges a mock salute, grabbed their clothing and started walking towards The Bathrooms to get cleaned up. A couple members of the office cleaning staff walked up to sanitize the couch as the intermission music began to play.

“Okay, Heather, let’s find out who’s next!”

She turned the bingo machine back on, and another number popped up. “Five!”

“Looks like our second team today is… Frank and Bianca!”

These two were relatively minor functionaries in the office pecking order, and they had personalities to match. They started walking up towards the front of the room without much grandeur and, once they got up there, things quickly started to go downhill. Frank stubbed his toe on the corner of the desk and had to sit down for a minute to cool off. Bianca was next to him, her hands fidgeting and her eyes darting awkwardly around the room.

“I’m sorry! I wish I weren’t so clumsy.”

“It’s okay, Frank!” Bianca started rubbing his shoulders.

“Thanks, hun. That feels good.” Frank turned around and started to lift up her sweater but, out of nowhere, she yelped out in pain.

“Ow, stop! God dammit… it’s caught on my stupid nipple piercing.” Evidently, she had come to work braless.

“Maybe you should have taken them out, first.”

“But they make me feel sexy!”

Frank sighed. “Hang on.” He attempted to untangle the fabric, fumbling around for what seemed like half a minute.

When he finally got it off, he went to start undoing Bianca’s belt, but she stopped him. “I’d better do this myself.”

“Yeah… fair enough,” he muttered, as they both disrobed, quickly and unceremoniously. Moments later, they were both naked. Frank sat down on the couch, took Bianca’s hand and pulled her down to her knees. She started sucking him off, but he was not getting hard. She kept at it for a couple of minutes, but this did not help — clearly, he was quite a bit more nervous than Randy had been.

By now, all of the executives, with their arms crossed, were frowning, shaking their heads and giving each other sideways glances. Finally, Larry couldn’t take it anymore and tapped his red button. The others soon followed suit, triggering the failure jingle.

“Looks like the judges have spoken!” Chris announced. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that you two didn’t make the cut this time. Don’t worry, though, because we will be holding a second round of auditions next week where you can… attempt to redeem yourself. For now, please clear the stage for the next contestants. Heather?”

Molly and George sat waiting, patiently, as a handful of other teams came and went. None of them failed, but they didn’t exactly put on much of a performance, either. George considered this to be a blessing in disguise, because he didn’t want to edge himself too much and have no stamina left for Molly. When Randy and Linda finished up in the showers, they came back up front to sit down.

“So… what did we miss?” Randy asked.

Molly shrugged. “Honestly, not a whole lot. You guys pretty much stole the show.”

“You mean… the show so far,” George replied, grinning proudly.

Molly smiled back at him. “Good point, papi! We’re gonna give you two a run for your money.”

“I sure hope so!” Linda remarked, slyly, biting her lip.

Another round ended, and the judges then pressed their green buttons, cuing fanfare and moderately enthusiastic applause. The team who had just finished walked towards The Bathrooms, as each one before them had done. After the stage was re-set, Heather and Chris repeated their routine.

“Twenty-three!”

“Which just so happens to be my favourite prime number! Molly and George, you’re up!”

“Alright, chica.” George murmured. “Let’s show these amateurs how it’s done.”

“Yes, papi!”

George knelt down, beckoning Molly to hop on his shoulders. He started jogging around the stage as Molly waved her arms in the air. The whole room laughed and cheered along — even the judges were getting a kick out of their opening salvo. George knelt down in front of the couch, allowing Molly to dismount and get comfortable. He stood back up and turned towards the judges. “Chris, start the music!”

None of the other teams that had come before had made any particular requests as far as their soundtrack was concerned — apart from the three pre-arranged cues, it had mostly been quiet, leaving it up to the contestants to… fill the void, as it were. Molly, on the other hand, had an affinity for Broadway musicals — she had picked the raunchiest-sounding song she knew of, complete with a full big band and string section.

As soon as it started, George began a slow strip tease, dancing along to the beat and mouthing the words as he went. It was quite obvious that they had rehearsed this routine beforehand. When he was halfway finished, he pulled Molly up to her feet — they both started dancing and lip-syncing together, occasionally pausing to remove more clothing. As the song drew to a close, they tossed each other’s underwear behind them, taking a bow right at the moment of the final crescendo. They received a standing ovation as the entire audience erupted in raucous applause and cheering.

Heather was absolutely gob-smacked. “If their opening act was this good, I can’t even imagine what they still have in store for us!”

“I will concede that Molly has certainly outdone everyone else with respect to showmanship.” Jeff replied. “But that’s not what we’re here to judge. They’re already stretching out their time quite a bit.”

“Oh, lighten up!” Chris retorted. “At least they did something.”

As the applause started to die down, the employees gradually took their seats. Without anyone noticing, Randy had snuck around to the back of the room, where he was waiting for Molly’s cue. As soon as she gave it, he started walking up front with a wheeled suitcase in tow. Everyone began murmuring at this latest spectacle, asking themselves what could possibly be inside. Randy laid it down beside the desk and opened it up, revealing Molly’s… tool chest. He then sat down in the task chair beside it, awaiting her instructions.

“Thanks, darling! I would like to take this opportunity to announce to you all that, yes, the rumours are true.”

“Whatever do you mean, Molly?” George asked, pretending to be surprised, as he placed the palm of his hand over his pectoral region.

“That’s Mistress Molly to you, Georgie-boy!”

“Yes, Mistress — my apologies.”

“Anyway… what I mean is in reference to that little… security incident I was involved in that’s been making its way through the grapevine. That’s right — in my spare time, I’m a dominatrix!”

The audience laughed and once again burst out in applause. Larry turned his head towards Jeff. “Did you tell anyone about that?”

“No, sir — absolutely not!”

He looked at the other executives with a raised eyebrow. They all shrugged and shook their heads.

The applause went quiet a few moments later, and Molly continued. “Thank you. And, since things are going to be… changing around here, I thought that these auditions would make for the perfect marketing opportunity. Business has been a bit slow lately, so please… feel free to tell your friends!”

George was not typically submissive — far from it. However, when Molly pitched her Audition idea to him, he couldn’t resist. After all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he figured that he could swallow his pride a little bit and still have some fun at the same time.

“Randy? Handcuffs, please.” He tossed them to her and, when she caught them, she began slowly sauntering over to George. “Flip over,” she ordered, as she hooked his hands up behind his back. She then looked back towards Randy. “Riding crop.”

Molly caught it and started caressing George’s backside, occasionally stopping to crack his ass cheeks with it. He grunted each time. Not only was Molly planning on using this performance as an opportunity to increase her client base, but she also wanted to finish what she had started two months ago in the archive room. “Do you know why I’m here?” She asked George, mischievously.

“I have no idea, Mistress! Please, don’t hurt me!” George exclaimed, playing along as best he could.

“You have something that I want.”

“I’m just a file clerk! What could that possibly be?”

Molly slapped him again. “Don’t play dumb with me, boy! I know that you see things.”

“No, Mistress! That’s against the rules!”

“Oh really? You’re telling me you’re a perfect little boy scout and you never sneak a peek every now and then?”

“Please, Mistress! I don’t want to get fired.”

“You won’t get fired, not unless you do something stupid like talking about this later. If you tell me what I want to know, you’ll get a reward.”

“What kind of reward?”

“I’ll show you. Now, what did you see in those files?”

“Okay, okay! I didn’t see much, but I know that the company is demonstrating a new prototype at a trade show next month. It’s being shipped out the day before, so that would be the time to get your hands on it.”

“Excellent! Now, you’d better not be lying to me, or there will be consequences.”

“Mistress, I promise you that I’m telling the truth! Now, about that reward…”

Molly gave George yet another crack with her riding crop. “Don’t get greedy! On your feet.”

George stood up and faced the audience, revealing the fact that he was already rock hard.

“Hmm… someone’s eager.” Molly remarked, smirking slightly.

“Well, you are very attractive, Mistress.”

“Oh, I know that, but, make no mistake, you’re not getting off easy just because you’re complimenting me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now… it looks like you’re making a bit of a mess down there.” Molly scooped up some precum out of the tip of George’s cock and fed it to him. “Such a good boy!”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Lay back down on the couch, Georgie-boy — today, I’m the one who’s getting off easy!”

As soon as he did so, Molly straddled his face, bringing her pussy up to it. George immediately got to work, his tongue circling around her labia. She gasped and moaned as waves of pleasure started crashing over her — her eyes were closed, and her head was arched back.

“Oh, fuck! That’s a talented tongue for a file clerk!”

George paused for a second. “I’m full of surprises, Mistress,” he remarked.

Molly slapped him across the face. “Did I say you could talk, boy?!”

“No, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“Now, get back to work!”

George continued licking and sucking on Molly’s increasingly wet, swollen cunt. “Fuck yeah — just like that. Hnng… mmm… oh God! Faster… harder…” Molly started wildly bucking her hips and squeezed her thighs together tightly, nearly suffocating George. “Shit… I’m cumming!”

She yelped out in pure ecstasy as she climaxed, breathing fast and shallow and squirting all over his face. As her pleasure subsided, she slid backwards so that her pussy was on top of George’s shaft. He grunted and grumbled as she slowly grinded up and down on it. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You want me to put it inside, don’t you?”

“Yes, please!”

“Not just yet.” She stood up and slapped George’s cock. He yelped out in pain, breathing sharply. “If you want to fuck me, you’re gonna have to give me something else.”

“Okay, fine! I can make you a copy of the blueprints, as well.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Molly sat back down and, with her free hand, scooped out some of her juices and worked them up and down George’s cock. When he was good and slick, she slowly lowered herself down until he was completely buried. They both started grunting and moaning as she bounced up and down. The wet, squelching sounds were permeating the room — Molly had the good sense to choose their sex as the soundtrack for this part.

A few moments later, when George was halfway inside her, she stopped suddenly. “Since you’ve been such a good boy, you get to be the one to fuck me now.”

“Mmm… yes, Mistress!” George eagerly obliged and started thrusting, his juice-coated balls slapping her ass each time.

“Fuck yeah! Harder! Faster!”

George was pounding her at a fever pitch now. He had an angry snarl on his face and was grunting much louder than before. “I’m gonna cum, Mistress!”

“Yeah? You wanna cum inside me?”

“Yes, please!”

“Well, then fucking fill me up, baby!”

“Oh, shit…”

George abruptly stopped thrusting, his cock completely buried in Molly, as his seed started pumping out. He occasionally pulled out slightly and then hammered back in as his cock continued to twitch. Molly was shivering and shaking uncontrollably, another orgasm rippling through her body. They stayed like that for a few moments until they regained some composure. Finally, Molly slid off George’s cock, allowing his cum to spill out onto his chest. She giggled and grinned at him as she spread it around like lotion, licking the remainders off her fingers afterwards.

“Now, be a good boy and get that pussy nice and clean.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

His cock twitched in response as he licked the rest of his cum off her. After he was done, she returned the favour on him, leaving the rest of it on his chest. They then stood up, joined hands and took a bow as the entire room gave them yet another standing ovation! Even the judges joined in after they unanimously smashed their green buttons.

When the applause started to die down, Molly turned towards the judge’s tables. “By the way, Fred, that’s the show that your man would have seen if I hadn’t been so rudely interrupted. Make sure you tell him that, okay?” She smirked, proudly.

“That won’t be necessary,” he replied, with a full, satisfied smile. “He’s watching right now.”

“Hmm… is that so?” Molly rubbed her hands together, biting her lip, as she looked up towards one of the security cameras. “Hope you enjoyed the show, papi!” She then blew a kiss and walked off the stage with George to get cleaned up.

Jeff turned his head to look at Heather. “So… I hear things are a bit rocky between you and your husband lately.”

“Who did you hear that from?!” She asked, incredulously.

“That’s not important. Perhaps you could enlist Molly’s… services to help teach him a lesson?”

“Well… that’s just silly.”

“Whatever you say, honey. Anyway, let’s get this over with, shall we?”

Fifteen more teams came and went. Only one other failed and the rest, like before, were rather bland performances. Nobody even came close to what Molly and George had put together, nor did they want to, it seemed. After all, since the format for the Auditions was so unforgiving, most of the teams were lucky just to get through it at all. About halfway through, Molly was so bored that she was starting to nod off. Suddenly, she was stirred up at the end of a round when the applause started, once again.

“Having fun over there?” George asked, sarcastically.

Molly responded in kind. “Yeah… for sure. I was just using this time to go over some reports in my head.”

“Always the go-getter, aren’t you?”

“Hey… so, our kids are away this weekend, and Randy and I have the house to ourselves.” Linda remarked, seductively.

Molly immediately perked up. “Oh really?”

“How would you two feel about a little… after party?”

“I thought you’d never ask! George, are you coming?”

“Hell yeah! Let’s get the fuck outta here!”

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The young virgin Emma has her first BDSM experience at the hands of the lesbian lovers Viv and Lex.

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The blindfold was removed. Chains, shackles, and leather straps hung from the walls and ceiling. Various pieces of BDSM furniture filled the room, and there was a table upon which whips, paddles, gags, and other toys were arranged. Emma bit down on the ballgag as she felt her pulse quicken.

“Let’s see how much pain she can handle,” Lex said and handed Viv a whip. “This is your area of expertise, my love.” She kissed the blonde on the cheek and sat down in a comfortable chair nearby, crossing her legs and smirking at the nervous Emma. Her hand slid up along her own leg and began to caress her crotch on top of her pants as she watched her lover position herself in front of the helpless Emma.

Viv let the whip rest on Emma’s naked shoulder. “Embrace the pain.”

She took a step back and swung the whip. It struck Emma across her chest, and the slavegirl flinched. She had expected the pain to be bad, but it was more of a sharp, brief sting that was over before she knew it. The whip struck again, this time across her lower abdomen, and Emma let out a surprised gasp. She had no idea why, but the pain turned her on. Her pussy was tingling and her nipples were hard as Viv moved around her and continued to deliver sharp slaps with the whip. Emma’s ass and upper thighs were the next targets, and each strike made her moan with pleasure. She could not believe that pain could be so pleasurable, and she wished she had the words to describe the sensations, but all she managed were some muffled moans.

Viv stopped for a moment and approached Emma. She removed the gag from Emma’s mouth and kissed her on the lips.

“That was the soft introduction.” She smirked. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, mistress.” Emma’s cheeks were burning with lust, but she still could not meet Viv’s gaze. The blonde woman was so beautiful and so intimidating. “Thank you, mistress.”

“Good girl.” Viv slapped her hard on the ass. “Lex has a nice, big strapon that I’m sure she wouldn’t mind showing you.”

“Not at all.” Lex stood up and removed her clothes. Her slender, pale body was perfect, with toned legs and tasteful tattoos. Emma watched intently as Lex picked up a strapon harness from a nearby table and a large, black dildo. “Do you like it, slave?”

Emma nodded. She had never seen a cock in real life, and her only experience with dildos was when a few of her friends had left them lying on the bedroom table during visits. Lex fastened the dildo in the harness and placed the leather straps around her hips. She grabbed the base of the dildo and pretended to jerk off. “I’m sure it will look just as good when it’s covered in your cunt juices.”

The slavegirl blushed and looked at Viv, who had also removed her dress, revealing her impressive chest. The tall blonde walked to the wall and pulled a chain. The shackles holding Emma moved down, allowing Viv to push her to her knees. She removed the chain from her shackles. Lex approached her and grabbed hold of her hair. She moved the strapon dildo to Emma’s lips and smiled. “Open up, slave.”

Emma hesitated for a moment. Lex pulled her hair hard. “Open your fucking mouth. Now.” Emma complied, and the large dildo was quickly pushed inside. She gagged as Lex began to fuck her mouth, and she was painfully aware that the massive rubber cock would be tearing into her virgin pussy before long.

This is so wrong, she thought to herself. But it felt so right.

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In a chance encounter, Emma meets Lucas, a man who ignites a spark within her. Their connection is electric, and Lucas offers her a journey into submission. As they embark on a night of exploration, Emma's rebellious nature collides with her growing curiosity, leading her to a place of surrender an…

Emma stood at the edge of the bustling lounge, her eyes scanning the crowd with a mischievous glint. She had a talent for finding trouble, and tonight was no exception. In her sleek black dress, she was a vision of confident femininity, her red lips curved in a slight smirk as she sipped her cocktail. She thrived in these moments, testing boundaries and flirting with danger. Little did she know, her life was about to take a turn towards a different kind of thrill.

Amidst the sea of faces, a pair of intense blue eyes locked onto hers. It was as if a current of electricity shot through the room, connecting them in an instant. Lucas, with his commanding presence, stood tall and imposing, his gaze intense and unwavering. He was the epitome of control, his dark suit fitting him like a second skin, emphasizing his broad shoulders and powerful build. As their eyes met, Emma felt a strange sensation, as if her rebellious spirit had met its match.

Lila, Emma's closest friend, noticed the sudden shift in her demeanor. She followed Emma's gaze and saw the man who had seemingly stopped time with a single look. "Who's that?" she whispered, sensing the electric tension between them.

Emma's throat went dry. "I don't know, but I intend to find out." Her voice was huskier than she intended, betraying her sudden nervousness. She was used to being the one in control, but something about this man had her questioning her own rules.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Emma made her way through the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest. Lucas remained still, his eyes never leaving her, as if he knew she would come to him. When she finally reached him, their proximity ignited a spark.

"You," Lucas said, his deep voice sending shivers down Emma's spine. "You're the one who plays with fire." His words were an accusation and a challenge, as if he could see through her daring facade.

Emma's breath caught in her throat. "And you, I assume, are the fire extinguisher?" she retorted, her voice laced with defiance. But her words belied the tremor in her body, a reaction she couldn't control.

Lucas smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "On the contrary, I'm the one who fans the flames. And I can see you're ready to burn." His gaze traveled down her body, taking in her curves, and she felt exposed, as if he could read her every secret desire.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Emma lied, her cheeks flushing. She was aware of the heat between her thighs, a familiar ache building within her.

In a swift motion, Lucas stepped closer, his body invading her personal space. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "I know you crave something more, Emma. I see it in your eyes. The question is, are you brave enough to explore it?"

Emma's heart raced, her body betraying her as it leaned into his touch. She had never felt this way, so drawn to someone and yet so vulnerable. "What do you have in mind?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Lucas chuckled, the sound sending a thrill down her spine. "Oh, I have a few ideas. But first, let's get out of here. I have a feeling this night is just beginning." He took her hand, his grip firm and commanding, and led her away from the crowded lounge.

As they stepped into the cool night air, Emma felt a rush of excitement and apprehension. She was being led to a waiting limousine, its sleek black exterior reflecting the moonlight. Lucas opened the door, his movements graceful yet authoritative.

"Get in," he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

Emma hesitated for a moment, her rebellious nature warring with her growing curiosity. But the fire within her won out, and she slid into the luxurious interior, Lucas following closely behind.

The limousine began to move, and Lucas poured two glasses of champagne from the chilled bottle waiting in the bar. He handed one to Emma, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

"To new experiences," he said, raising his glass.

Emma clinked her glass against his, her heart pounding. "To new experiences," she echoed, taking a sip of the chilled champagne.

As the limousine glided through the city streets, Lucas moved closer, his body pressing against hers. He placed his free hand on her thigh, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. "Tell me, Emma, have you ever explored your wilder side?"

Emma's breath quickened. "I... I don't know what you mean." But her body betrayed her, as she arched into his touch, craving more.

Lucas's eyes darkened with desire. "I think you do. I can see it in the way you respond to my touch. You want to surrender, don't you?" His hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the edge of her dress.

A moan escaped Emma's lips as his fingers teased her sensitive skin. "I... I don't know..."

"Shh," Lucas whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "No more games. I can give you what you crave. But you have to trust me."

Emma's mind raced, her body yearning for something she couldn't quite comprehend. "What do you want from me?"

Lucas's hand moved to her neck, his thumb stroking her sensitive skin. "Everything. I want to take you to the edge, show you the pleasure that comes with submission. Are you ready to let go?"

Emma's heart hammered in her chest. This was uncharted territory, a world she had only fantasized about. But with Lucas, she felt a connection, a pull she couldn't ignore. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm ready."

Lucas's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Good. Because tonight, I'm going to show you just how deep the rabbit hole goes."

As the limousine pulled up to a discreet, upscale hotel, Emma's nerves tingled with anticipation. Lucas helped her out, his hand firmly guiding her through the lobby, past curious stares, and into a private elevator. The ascent seemed to last an eternity, the silence between them charged with unspoken desires.

When the elevator doors finally opened, Emma found herself in a luxurious suite, the soft lighting and plush furnishings creating an intimate atmosphere. Lucas led her inside, his hand never leaving hers, and locked the door behind them.

"Now," he said, turning to face her, his eyes burning with intensity, "let's begin."

Emma's breath caught in her throat as Lucas approached her, his movements deliberate and purposeful. He reached for the zipper of her dress, slowly lowering it, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're going to do exactly as I say, understand?"

Emma nodded, her heart pounding. "Yes, Lucas."

With a gentle tug, he slid the dress from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but her lingerie, her body trembling with anticipation. Lucas's eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve, his gaze possessive and hungry.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "But we can do better."

He moved behind her, his hands sliding the straps of her lingerie down her arms, baring her back to him. Emma shivered as his warm breath caressed her skin, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples to hardness.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his lips close to her ear. "Being touched, controlled?"

"Yes," Emma breathed, her voice barely audible.

Lucas spun her around, his hands now on her waist, pulling her close. "Good. Because I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg."

Emma's cheeks flushed, her body on fire. "Please, Lucas. I want..."

He silenced her with a kiss, his lips claiming hers, his tongue demanding entrance. Emma opened to him, their tongues dancing, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her body melting into his.

Breaking the kiss, Lucas stepped back, his eyes smoldering. "That's a good start. Now, on your knees."

Emma's heart raced as she sank to the floor, her eyes locked on his bulging erection straining against his pants. She reached for his belt, her fingers fumbling slightly, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Slowly," Lucas commanded, his voice a low growl. "I want you to savor every moment."

Emma's hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt, her fingers brushing against the hard length of his cock through his pants. She unzipped his fly, revealing the dark, thick shaft, already glistening with anticipation.

"That's it," Lucas encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "Take it out. Feel how hard you've made me."

Emma's hands shook as she freed his cock, her fingers wrapping around the hot, rigid flesh. She stroked him gently, her eyes locked on his, watching his face contort with pleasure.

"Suck it," he ordered, his voice hoarse. "Show me how much you want it."

Emma leaned forward, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling, tasting his salty pre-cum. She took him deeper, her throat opening to accommodate his girth, her hands gripping his thighs as she pleasured him.

Lucas groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm. "That's it, take it all. Such a good girl."

Emma reveled in his praise, her mouth working him, her own pleasure building as she brought him closer to the edge. She could feel his impending orgasm, his cock throbbing in her mouth, his hips thrusting gently.

"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "Don't stop."

Emma increased her pace, her mouth working feverishly, her hand pumping his shaft in time with her sucking. Lucas's breath came in sharp gasps, his body tensing as he fought for control.

With a guttural cry, he came, his hot cum filling her mouth, his hands tightening in her hair as he held her in place. Emma swallowed, savoring his taste, her body trembling with the power she held over him.

As Lucas caught his breath, he pulled her to her feet, his eyes burning with a new intensity. "That was just the beginning, Emma. Are you ready for more?"

Emma, her body still humming with pleasure, nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, Lucas. I'm ready for whatever you have in store."

Lucas smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Good. Because I plan to take you places you've never been before. And I promise, you'll love every moment of it."

As he led her towards the bedroom, Emma's heart raced, her body buzzing with anticipation. She had no idea what the night would bring, but one thing was certain—she was ready to surrender to Lucas's control, to explore the depths of her submission and discover the true extent of her desires.