Miss Sadie’s Slave Farm 3

May 2nd, 2014 – 1:20 pm

Mistress Sadie lounged in a hot tub after butt fucking her slave and listened to the sound of swishing whips as the slaves scrubbed the floors under the watchful eye of Miss Whip and Miss Lash. “Music to my ears,” she mused as she sponged her sex off roughly thinking about how she would punish the slaves later. Then she turned on her XX rated video “Pony Boys” and watched it while eating lunch. When done, she got out her multi-speed vibrator, lay back in her chair with her knees drawn up over the arms, smeared astroglide on the vibrator and slid it up her cunt, increasing the speed whenever one of the Pony Boys got whipped until she climaxed.

“Who needs men anyhow,” she mused before she dozed off for her nap.

A little while later she planned her wardrobe for the daily inspection routine. She wore her black leather riding pants, shiny black Spanish riding school tall boots with swagger tabs, a black leather bras, black leather riding gloves, stuck a riding crop down inside her right boot and selected her best dressage whip from the whip rack. Thus attired, she strapped spurs on her boots and clanked downstairs where she took a tour of the slave-scrubbed house with Miss Boots.

“Look at that!” she exclaimed. “Right there by the front door. See those boot marks? Put that down in your little black book. I shall have them punished for that, all right.”

After touring the house, they proceeded down to the stables where Miss Whip and Miss Lash had the naked slaves lined up for her daily inspection.

“Eyes front! Hands behind your back. Pelvis out. Legs spread!” ordered miss Whip as the Mistress approached.

Miss Sadie picked up a long -handled ladle with a sort of half cup on the end and took her time inspecting the slaves as she stopped to tickle (!) their cock and balls with her whip lash before rubbing her gloved hand over his butt to check for whip marks and/or welts. She was humming a little tune as she went down the row of slaves, looping the wrist loop on her crop around a slave’s ball sack and tugging on it while placing the ladle’s cup up under his balls and lifting them up while Miss Whip and Miss Lash patrolled the line up with their heavy floggers quick to punish a sound or movement from the slaves. When she found a slave’s butt red with multiple welts she asked what he had done to deserve the punishment.

“He knocked over his pail and spilled the soapy water all over your floor,” said Miss Whip.

“Oh, he must be clumsy,” said the Mistress. “He needs touching up, don’t you think?”

“Yes Ma’am,” answered Miss boots with a grin as she fingered the knotted tresses of her cat’o'nine tails whip.

“Hitch him to the training cart then and I’ll put him through his paces,” said Miss Sadie as she slapped her riding whip against the offending slaves already red-streaked butt..

While the overseers harnessed the guilty slave and secured his wrists to the training cart, Miss Sadie stood in front of the gang of slaves and had Miss Boots read the account of dirt spots they found.

“You will each get 15 lashes for messy work. Stretch them out over that bale of straw Miss Lash and lay on with a will.”

“Yes Ma’am” grinned Miss Lash shaking the knotted strands of her cat’o'nine tails whip at the trembling slaves.

As soon as the offending slave was locked between the shafts of her buggy, Miss Sadie got in the drivers seat, gathered the reins in her left hand and picked up the buggy whip from the whip socket on the dash and snaked it across the slave’s back.

“Giddy-ap, slave!” she shouted as she applied the whip to his naked back

Then ,just as suddenly, she yanked and sawed on the reins yelling “WHOA!”

Pony Boy was jerked backward to a sliding stop by the pain of the cruel steel bit that crushed his mouth and almost stumbled as Mistress hit him a cruel blow with her whip.

“Clumsy slave,” she said. “Get up there.”

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, went the whip as she made him run around the arena. With his wrist cuffs locked to the shafts that way, he found it very difficult to run, a fact that the Mistress took advantage of by whipping him first with a forehand swipe and then a backhanded one so that his back was streaked with livid red welts when she sawed him to a stop.

“BACK!” she yelled, yanking on the reins and cracking her buggy whip across his shoulders. “BACK!”

As soon as he had backed a few steps, she shook the reins and whipped him up again “Get up there!” she shouted while whipping hard and pulling on the left rein as he ran around the arena. Then she repeated the exercise in the opposite direction till the slave was covered with sweat and whip marks and stumbled.

At this point, Miss Sadie replaced the buggy whip in its whip socket, tied the reins around a cleat on the dashboard, got down from the cart, pulled a riding crop from her right boot and proceeded to flog the fallen slave’s butt with well placed blows. When finished flogging the poor unfortunate slave, she kicked him in the ass and told the attendants to “Stretch him over a bale of straw and give him 25 lashes.”

Then she called for her horse to be saddled, mounted up and whipped him out the gate. The sun had come out and shone brightly on her polished boots and silver spurs as she galloped over her ancestral fields, threw her had back and laughed and laughed and laughed. She vowed to get them out in the fields in the morning and pull the heavy gang plow through the wet sod under her drivers’ lash.

Men are such slobs, she thought as she tried to decide which of her sex starved slaves to take to bed that night.

“I think I’ll take #19″ she mused. “His cock twitched when I tickled it with my whip lash, his balls seemed heavy in my scrotum cup and I liked the way he reacted when I tugged at his balls with my crop’s wrist loop. I think he’s a true submissive. He’ll get his chance to prove it tonight or I’ll beat it out of him!

Then she put spurs to her horse and galloped off into the sunset, her blond hair streaming behind her in the wind.

- The End


Miss Sadie’s Slave Farm 2

May 1st, 2014 – 12:17 pm

One morning Dave awoke to the sound or raindrops on the roof of the attic dormitory where Miss Sadie’s slaves slept, chained to their bunks with cock cages locked in place so they couldn’t masturbate. Wondering if Mistress would make them pull the heavy plow in the muddy field, he heard the PA system click on and a harsh voice announced ,”Drop your cocks and grab your socks. Rainy day routine, Butt-out pants required.”

As soon as the speaker clicked off, the door opened and Miss Whip, dressed in a black PVC cat suit and thigh high black leather boots, switched on the lights with the handle of her flogger while Miss Lash went down the center isle and unlocked the chains that held their wrists and ankles. Once freed of their chattels, she unlocked each slaves cock cage, gave his prick a swat with her cock whip “to wake them up” she said and sent them out the door where Miss Whip lashed their butts with her flogger.

“Hurry up, you slobs. Get a move on.” she said wielding her heavy flogger so that each slave got a taste of what was going to come on that rainy day. SWISH WHACK SMACK.

“Into the shower and be quick about it.”

After the required cold shower where Miss Boots patrolled whip in hand wearing her black rubber raincoat and boots, the slaves pulled on their butt-out pants and went to breakfast under the watchful eye of Cookie who ruled supreme in the kitchen where doggie bowls filled with oatmeal were placed along the wall.

“Hands behind your back now!” she said. “And don’t you dare spill any or I shall reward you with ten lashes.”

So saying, she gave each slave a whack with her heavy whip as they bent over their oatmeal bowls.

“Muster in the main foyer at 8:30.” boomed the Mistress’ voice over the speaker as Miss Boots entered.

“Put your bowl in the dishwasher and get out,” ordered Miss Boots as she swung her heavy black rubber whip at their bare butts. “Hurry up. Don’t be late or Mistress will punish you but good.”

After a hasty trip to the open-door toilets where the booted and spurred slave drivers patrolled whips in hand, Dave received another swat to his rear along with the terse command “Go wash your hands, slave.” Then he joined the other slaves for their morning line up in the main foyer of Mistress Sadie’s mansion.

“Eyes front! Pelvis forward! Legs spread! Hands clasped behind your backs! “barked Miss Whip as Miss Lash pranced back and forth behind the assembled slaves slashing at their backs with her cat’o'nine tails whip whenever they relaxed their position.

While standing at attention, Dave gazed out at the rain falling steadily on the driveway and waited for Mistress Sadie to appear for her morning tour of inspection. After what seemed at least an hour, the slaves heard her spurred boots clanking down the stairs as Miss Sadie appeared in her riding habit, complete with black leather breeches, black rubber boots, red riding slicker and black hunt cap. He noted that she was holding a long black rubber riding whip in her gloved right hand too.

“There will be no field work today,” she announced slapping her heavy whip against her high boots. “You will scrub the floors of my mansion on all fours under the strict supervision of Miss Whip and Miss Lash while I take my morning ride. I shall inspect every nook and cranny of this old house when I return and if I find any dirt or dust, you will be punished.”

Then she turned to Miss Whip and said ,” Show them where the brushes, pails and knee pads are. Attach spreader bars to their ankle cuffs and heavy chains to their wrist cuffs. Make sure they wear their knee pads, keep the brushes in their fucking mouths and hold their butts up high so they make good targets for your whips. See that they do a good job.” she added with a grin as she flicked her riding whip against her boots with a resounding smack.

“Yes, Ma’am,” murmured Miss Whip and Miss Lash as they cracked their whips and grinned widely, their white teeth shining brightly between their red lips. “Can we use those new dog whips you got for us?”

“Yes, you certainly may,” answered Miss Sadie with a grin, “that’s what I had them made for.”

“We’ll see that they work their butts off,” giggled Miss Boots as she directed the slaves to the broom closet under the staircase where the spreader bars, chains, pails, brushes and three foot long heavy, braided leather twin-lashed doggie whips were stored in neat rows. “Turn to!” shouted Miss Whip as she and Miss Lash drove the slaves to the broom closet while Mistress Sadie strode out the front door, smacking her whip against her boots and humming a little tune as she went on down to the stables.

As soon as the spreader bars and chains had been locked in place on the slaves ankles and wrists respectively, Miss Whip drove them down the hall to the Library where Miss Lash presided, whip in hand. Miss Boots drove another coffle to the dining room, pantry and kitchen where they began to scrub the floors with the brushes in their mouths. For a while, nothing was heard but the swish of the whips and falling of raindrops as the slaves bent diligently to their task of cleaning the floors of Mistress Sadie’s mansion.. Later they were driven to the lavatory, past the NO MASTURBATING signs and allowed 3 minutes to stand up and piss in the urinals before getting down on their knees again to scrub the bathroom floor and toilet bowls, Miss Whip’s and Miss Lash’s whips ensured that the latter were scrubbed clean when they pushed the slaves head down into the toilet bowl so he had to clean it with his mouth held brush while Miss Boots whipped their upturned ass with her heavy whip.

“Hurry up!”, she admonished, “Mistress will be back early today because of the rain.” WHACK WHACK

Just then they heard the front door open as Mistress came stomping in, dripping wet. Her boots were covered with a mixture of mud and manure so that she left muddy footprints all over the newly scrubbed floor as she made a tour of inspection with Miss Boots taking notes in each room they passed. She finished her inspection in the lavatory where she inspected the toilets and dished out punishment to the slaves already very red buttocks with her wet rubber riding whip. SPLAT…WHACK…SMACK.

After inspecting the toilets, Mistress Sadie seated herself on the overseer’s chair set on a raised dais in the middle of the room and, pointing at me with her whip, said “Come here, slave, and pull off my muddy boots,” When I rose and began walking toward her, I was knocked down to my knees by Miss Whips heavy flogger “Crawl, slave!” she said “And don’t you forget again.” SMACK.

I crawled up to Mistress’ booted feet and tried to pull off her mud- encrusted boots but they wouldn’t budge even though she kept up a steady tattoo on my naked back with her riding whip.

“Take my spurs off first, dum dum,” she said pointing down to them with the tip of her long lashed whip.

After struggling with the straps of her large rowelled spurs, I redoubled my efforts to pull her boots off without success. “Turn around and pull them through your legs,” she ordered, emphasizing her commands with numerous whip lashes as I turned around, thus exposing my bottom through the seat of my cut out pants.

“Now pull,” she said, goosing me hard with her other boot as I grasped it between my legs and pulled on it for all I was worth. The boot was still covered with a slimy mixture of mud and manure that made my hands slip so I couldn’t get a good grip on it. Just then, she placed her other boot on my butt and pushed hard. The boot came off and I went sprawling on the floor where Miss Whip and Miss Lash were waiting with raised whips.

“Get up slave,” they ordered as the beat me with their heavy floggers, “and serve you Mistress properly.”

I scrambled back up the dais, turned around and grabbed her left boot between my legs just in time to get a kick in the in the groin. As I grabbed my crotch in pain, Miss Whip flogged my hands away saying,” Grab her boot and pull it off right now or you will be punished for disobedience.” Numb with pain, I grabbed her left boot and pulled as Mistress planted her right one on my buttocks and pushed hard. As before, the boot came off and I went sprawling on the floor, much to the amusement of Miss Sadie who, I suspected, had planned the whole thing.

“Go up the stairs,” she ordered. “Bring my boots and spurs with you and lick them clean. Use saddle soap on the leather spur straps and polish my boots and spurs. I shall inspect them at 5 o’clock at the stable when we have the daily muster. The rest of you will continue to scrub the floors. Be sure to get all the muddy boot marks off or you will be punished.” Then, turning to Miss Boots she said “Heat up some stew in the microwave and dump it in their dog bowls for lunch. Keep their fetters on and make sure they stay on all fours with their butts upended for your whips. I shall take my repast in the boudoir on a tray. Bring my strap on with you too. Riding in the rain makes me horney.”

“Yes Mistress, I sure will,” said Miss Boots as she leered at the sex starved slaves groveling on all fours before their Mistress. Miss Sadie made me crawl up the stairs ahead of her, slashing my behind with her wicked whip at every step. Encumbered as I was with my spreader bar bound legs, wrist chain and carrying her muddy boots and spurs, I got plenty of lashes before reaching the landing.

When I stopped to catch my breath, she was quick to reward me with heavy lashes she told me to “Get along there, now.” WHACK WHACK WHACK. When I finally got to her boudoir, she made me put the boots down in the corner and then help her take off her wet riding togs. Then she had me fetch a pair of thigh high black patent leather high heeled boots from the closet, help her pull them on and zip them up to the very tip top.

Picking up a riding crop and a dildo harness, she made me kneel and bend over an ottoman that stood in the center of the room, unlocked my wrist chain and had me reach behind myself and spread my ass cheeks for her whip. When Miss Boots arrived with lunch, Mistress Sadie took the dildo from her, fitted it into the hole in her dildo harness and strapped it on tightly. “That will be all for now, Miss Boots,” she said. “Put the tray down on that table and bring me a tube of KY jelly and a penis gag for him.” “Yes, Mistress,” replied Miss Boots as she put the tray down on a little table and fetched the KY jelly and penis gag from the dresser while Miss Sadie stood in front of me and shoved the dildo into my mouth. It was so big I could hardly take it in and had to open my mouth wide.

“Here, slave, suck on this,” she said whacking me with her riding crop She shoved the ersatz phallus in my mouth so far I thought I would choke as she gyrated her hips and shoved it in.

“Suck on it good, you fucking cock sucker,” she said whacking me with her crop again and again.

Soon tiring of this exercise, she pulled it out and inserted the penis gag in my mouth, strapping it on very, very tightly.

“There,” she said, “That ought to keep you quiet.”

So saying, she walked around behind me, smeared KY jelly on my ass and inserted the big dildo into my anus, thrusting with her hips to get it in. “Spread your cheeks more, slave,” she said whacking me with her crop. Bent over as I was like a crouched beast, I had to stretch to get at my ass cheeks as I struggled in my bounds to do her bidding.

Finally, after much thrusting and gyrating and cropping, she got the fearful dildo in and started to fuck me in the ass. She spread her booted legs apart and leaned over to grasp my hair with her gloved hands as she pushed her pelvis forward till it was all the way in. Then she withdrew it almost completely and shoved it back in again so far I thought I had been impaled. It hurt so bad, I started to cry.

“What’s the matter, slave. Can’t you take your punishment” she asked? I tried to respond but the penis gag was so big it completely filled my mouth so all that came out was a sort of gurgle as she kept on thrusting it in and out…in and out…till I thought she would never stop. Finally, she backed off, withdrew the big dildo, unbuckled the harness and tossed them on the floor.

“Take these down to the laundry room with my boots and spurs and clean them thoroughly with warm water and soap,” she ordered. “Then ask Miss Boots to take out that penis gag so you can eat your lunch and go back to scrubbing the floors while I take a little nap to rest up for the afternoon’s inspection, Ha Ha Ha.”

- to be continue -


Miss Sadie’s Slave Farm 1

April 30th, 2014 – 2:04 pm

When Miss Sadie moved into her family estate she vowed to keep the fields plowed and raise both hay and grain for her horses. Not wishing to work them too hard, she put an ad in the local S/m paper for circumcised young men to stay at her estate free in exchange for manual labor After reviewing dozens of applications, she selected 20 of the most promising and had them bussed out from town to her front gate with blindfolds on. Upon arrival, they were led to the barn where they were divested of their clothes and given leather harnesses equipped with butt plugs to wear along with heavy soled “plow boots” as Mistress called them. Thus attired, they were introduced to Miss Whip and Miss Lash, the two slave drivers, and led to the kitchen where 20 bowls of stew were placed on the floor along the back wall.

“Down on your knees and elbows” barked Miss Whip slapping her crop against her tall black leather boots, “Any one who spills will be rewarded by swats from our whips and made to lick it up. Put your hands behind your backs and lap it up, you fucking bastards. Be quick about it too. we can’t stand around all day watching you slobs.”

Unaccustomed to eating this way, several of the slaves spilled food onto the floor and were rewarded by stinging blows from the overseer’s heavy whips as Mistress De Sade looked on approvingly, applying a few whip cuts of her own with her long black dressage whip, swish, WHACK.

When the ordeal was finally over, the slaves wrist cuffs were shackled to their belts and were driven out to the barn to see the gang plow that they would have to pull in the morning. After being fitted with leather helmets, boot rings were snapped on and steel bits inserted in their mouths with reins pulled back over their shoulders and knotted. Then they were lined up 2-abreast beside the plow Mss Whip explained how their wrist cuffs would be padlocked to the chains attached to cross bars in the 30-ft long wire rope that was strung out on the ground in front of the plow. The slaves were then backed into position in their slots, the chains attached to their wrist cuffs and were driven out to the field with the aid of Miss Whip’s stinging lashes to where plowing would start in the morning.

After being unfastened from the plow chains, Miss Whip and Miss Lash snapped the slaves wrist cuffs to their belts again and marched them double time back to the barn with a barrage of whipping. Unfortunately, one of the slaves stumbled on the rough ground and was gruffly pulled up by the knotted reins hanging down his back. and given a sound thrashing.

“Now you know what those knotted reins are for.” jeered Miss Whip as she directed her lash to the culprits naked back. “If you fall during plowing, we will pull you back up with them and whip your ass.”

After the slaves were unharnessed, they were made to wash their equipment, especially the butt plugs, and pass inspection before being allowed to go to the attic slave dormitory where they were laid out in two rows of ten bunk beds, chains pulled through their ankle and wrist cuff and padlocked for the night.

“Now they can’t masturbate!” giggled Miss Lash as Miss Whip snapped out the light with her whip handle.

The work day at Miss Sadie’s slave ranch started with the crack of a whip as Miss Lash stomped down the isle separating the two rows of bunks whipping the slaves balls with a cock whip when Miss Whip snapped on the light and pulled the chains out to the end of the row.

“In the shower now!” ordered Miss Lash as Miss Whip drove the slaves down the hall to the shower room and turned on the cold water for their mandatory morning bath.

When done, they were driven down to the kitchen where Miss Boots had placed their oatmeal bowls on the floor.

“Down on your knees and elbows, hands behind your backs”, she ordered, emphasizing her commands with loud whacks of her cat’o'nine tails whip on the upturned butts of the shivering slaves.

“There. That ought to warm you up” she said taking a vicious swat at a slave who spilled some oatmeal on the floor. “Lick it up, you sniffling bastard” she added giving him a half dozen lashes before driving them out of the kitchen.

After a short, supervised trip to the toilet room, the slaves put on their boots and were driven out to the barn for harnessing. As before, the leather harnesses equipped with butt plugs were affixed to each slave and their leather helmets, bit rings and steel bits emplaced. Their belts were then cinched up tight, wrist cuffs strapped on and attached to rings on their belts and marched double time out to the plow to the tune of much whip cracking by Miss Whip and Miss Lash. who rode behind them on their horses carrying bull whips.

As soon as they were hitched up, Miss Whip cracked her bull whip across the leading pair of slaves and the ten teams bent to their task of pulling the heavy gang plow through the deep English sod. The work was hard and the slaves sweated under the drivers lash until they reached the end of the row where they were allowed to rest while Miss Lash tried to pour water down their throats from ladle which she refilled from a bucket.

Just then Mistress De Sade rode up on her high horse, pulled him to a halt and slapped her long black riding whip against her thigh high black leather boots.

“What’s going on here” she demanded?” Why aren’t they pulling the plow?” “We stopped to give them a drink of water” responded Miss Whip meekly.

“Well, I didn’t give any orders for that “asserted Miss De Sade. “See that they sweat it out or I’ll have you trussed up and whipped.” “Yes, Mistress De Sade” mumbled Miss Whip and Miss Lash as they cracked their bull whips across the naked slaves backs with a vengeance and turned the plow around for the next furrow.

“That’s better”, said Miss De Sade, “I want to see lots of whip marks on their fucking butts at inspection tonight.”

So saying, she slashed her horse with her whip, drove her huge rowel spurs into his sides and galloped over the hill to visit her girlfriend’s estate hoping that there would be some whipping tasks she would be asked to perform.

The slaves bent to their tasks under the wicked bull whips of the drivers as the sun became ever hotter and sweat streamed down their naked whip-marked backs. They were allowed water occasionally, but due to the restrictive bits in their mouths, much of it dripped out to the amusement of the drivers.

At noon, they were double time marched back to the barn and fed in harness from buckets hung in horse stalls and allowed to urinate before being driven out again for the afternoons work in the fields where the drivers plied their whips with glee.

“Come on there slave. Pull for your Mistress.” WHACK WHACK WHACK Whenever a slave stumbled, Miss Lash would dismount and yank him up by the reins while Miss Whip flogged him from horseback, raising her whip high above her shoulders and bringing it down on the unfortunate slaves sweating, whip marked back.

“Get up there,” she shouted cracking her whip over the slaves’ backs. “Mistress wants this field plowed by sundown.”

When the sun finally slipped down behind the hill, the slaves were unharnessed, driven back to the barn and unharnessed.

“Into the showers now” barked Miss Whip. “Take your butt plugs with you and wash them well with soap and water. Inspection will be at 5:30 sharp and Mistress does not like to be kept waiting.”

The slaves gratefully repaired to the shower room where, under the supervision of Miss Boots who wore hip rubber boots and carried a long black rubber whip.

“No masturbating now” she ordered, smacking her wet rubber whip against her high boots “or I’ll use this whip on your cock.”

At 5:30, the slaves were assembled in the barn along a line of drain holes in the floor, their legs spread, hands behind their backs to await the arrival of Miss De Sade.

“Eyes front” commanded Miss Whip when the Mistress made her appearance at the barn door. She had changed into clean white riding britches, over the knee black leather riding boots equipped with spurs and a thin white shirt that allowed her ample bust to show a very revealing cleavage. She carried a long black dressage whip in her gloved hands and flexed it almost double as she strode down the line of slaves, flicking their cocks and balls as was her whim.

“Now. my slaves, we will have a wanking exercise. When Miss Whip cracks her whip, you will start to masturbate. Aim your disgusting spunk at the drain hole in front of you. If you spill any, I’ll make you like it up while I whip your ass. The first one who cums will serve me tonight, and the last one will be flogged stretched out on that bale of straw” she said pointing with her whip to a straw bale in front of her.

Just then, Miss Whip swung her long black leather bull whip: CRACK! “MASTERBATE NOW! SPANK THE MONKEY. BEAT IT OUT,” ordered Mistress De Sade. Show me how much dirty spunk you naughty slaves have for your Mistress.”

The slaves quickly brought their hands out from their backs and began to stroke their cocks as hard and fast as they could while the Mistress strode back and forth beside them, offering encouragement with her whip lash to their balls and inner thighs while Miss Lash attended to their backsides with a cat’o'nine tails whip.

Suddenly one of the slaves groaned and shot his load, aiming it down towards the drain.

“Aha” sighed Miss De Sade as she attached a leash to his slave collar, “You came first, but you missed the drain, You will be punished. Get down on your elbows and knees, hands behind your back and lick it up while I whip your naughty ass.”

She then took up a position along side of the kneeling slave and began to lash his upturned butt as the others continued to stroke their cocks in time with her whip strokes.

After a while she paused in her efforts to punish the slave and inspected the other slaves to see if they had shot their load into the drain holes. Those that missed were flogged by Miss Whip or Miss Lash as they kneeled to lick up their mess. Reaching the end of the line, she spied a slave still stroking his cock.

“YOU”, she shouted “haven’t cum yet. Take him to the straw bale, stretch him out and give him 25 lashes.” she commanded Miss Lash who obliged with alacrity “Come on you fucking bastard.” she said yanking the poor slave with a leash attached to his collar. “Lean over this bale of straw while I shackle your wrist cuffs to the whipping post.”

So saying, she tied his wrist cuffs together and snugged them up tight to the whipping post in front of him, then attached his ankle cuffs to a pin bolt in the floor behind him and stretched him tightly over the bale of straw. “Make him count the strokes”, ordered Miss De Sade.

“Yes Ma’am” came the brisk reply followed by a loud WHACK sound and a weak “one” emanated from the slaves mouth. WHACK “two” WHACK “three”….

At the count of ten, Mistress De Sade picked up the leash of her cowering slave and led him off for the night as the old barn was filled with whipping sounds.

“Come on, slave” she said yanking on the leash, “let’s see what amusements we can arrange for tonight.”

- to be continue -


Training a Girl Named Sleen 1

April 29th, 2014 – 9:59 am

Sleen knelt, caught up in the cruel contraption which was to be the first step of many in her journey of re-education. She had been forced to kneel and her head placed in a collar that angled her face just so. Her lips and face were easily accessible should any man walk past her and find himself drawn to her full lips. Her head, after all, was at the perfect height for a blow job.

Her ankles were crossed and knees splayed wide, helped of course, by the stern wooden slats that forced them apart. Her sex would be visible to anyone who wished to look at her. The most unique part of the training device was how it forced her to display the perfect nadu with one exception. Her arms were drawn back at the elbow and fastened in place with stout cord; elbows only a few inches apart, and her wrists were bound in the traditional fashion, crossed.

She looked like the epitome of submission. A girl bound by her Master’s will and displayed as a piece of property one could take pride in. Her position was made subtly worse, between her legs near her slave heat and anus were small nubbins. Each meticulously positioned at the perfect height. When she was used, they would press up against her and cause sensual stimulation without ever allowing her to go too far. It was an inspired device and cruel with its salacious intent. The only kindness was a padded neck ring and chin rest.

Her first visitor arrived shortly after the first night watch. He was a short stout man. He paused on his way back to his barracks when he saw her. A smile touched his lips as walked into the room where she was displayed.

He didn’t speak to her as he unlaced his breeches and pulled out his flaccid dick. He pushed it against her lips and parted them with the head. She looked up at him pleadingly. Begging with her eyes for him not to do this to her. He only chuckled and shook his head. “You’re a slut. Get used to it. Now, open or I will put a ring in your mouth and keep it forced open. Trust me, you don’t want to be forced girl….”

She pulled her face back as far as it would go and licked her lips before opening them for him. There was no discussion, no cajoling he simply placed his cock in her mouth and commanded her to suck him. “Suckle it slut.” She complied, though her heart was not in it. She sucked as an infant would suck a nipple. No tongue action, no curious motions, just an attempt to draw liquid through his dick and into her mouth as through a straw.

He groaned and pulled back forcing her to lean forward against her padded collar. The flaccid length was growing and he stroked himself a few times to encourage the necessary growth that was needed.

Again the put the head to her lips and parted them, this time, there was no conversation when he forced it into her mouth. The swollen head arched along the roof of her mouth and banged into the back of her throat, gagging her. As she wretched he grinned and withdrew. When she swallowed and looked up, unexpected tears were in her eyes and he plunged forward again, raping her lips. His ardor was quick and fast. She was lucky that he was not extremely large or thick. But his quick thrusts were hard to keep up with.

As often as not, she would find herself choking on the violence of his thrusts. As his speed increased, so did the saliva in her mouth and when he withdrew, a string connected them. “Ahhh… good slut… you hunger for me.” He groaned and then shoved his cock back in her mouth again. This time, his thrusts were long and slow and he held the back of her head. Each time his cock banged into the back of her throat she gagged and he held it there.

She would panic, fearful that she would be deprived life giving air and start to squirm. It seemed he liked her panicked movements because as she did that he would thrust several more times into her mouth, pulling her face into his musky groin.

Finally with a harsh thrust, his cock slid over her larynx and deep into her throat where he pumped her gagging mouth and delivered his seed directly into her belly. She had no choice, bound as she was.

He didn’t say anything as he tucked himself back into his breeches and turned away from her tear stained face.

Sleen cried softly. She wished with all of her heart that she could hold her arms around her chest and hug her legs and cry. She wanted to wake from this nightmare and find herself home, in the forest, where the trees and animals made her feel safe.

When she opened her eyes a large man loomed over her. “Tal slut.” he said cheerfully enough. “You and I are going to become well acquainted. I understand that you are in training so I will forgive any errors you may make. However, if you bite me, I will be forced to yank on these.” He said as he lifted up a pair of jeweled nipple clamps. The clamps, though beautiful, were indeed cruel. If pulled while holding flesh a small hooked needle would pierce the skin and hold it fast for him. “Are we clear girl?” he asked nonchalantly.

Sleen was not stupid and easily grasped the concept. She did not know that he could not actually use them on her. She did not belong to him. But the fear was in her eyes as he pulled out his swelling organ. He was easily twice the size of the first man in both length and thickness.

“Open slut…” he growled softly at her. His growl touched something and she shifted on her knees and felt the nubbins press against her. Surprising both of them, she moaned softly.

He needed no further encouragement as he placed the swollen head against her lips and pushed it slowly into the confines of her hot mouth. Her lips tender from the last incident curled around the thick shaft of his sex. She was surprised to feel his head filling her mouth and still able to see more of his cock to go in.

He continued to push himself into her face and against the back of her throat. Once again she panicked and squirmed. The nubbins pressed into her and again made her moan, as she did so, her throat released its tension and his cock slid another 2 inches down her throat with ease. He withdrew and smiled down at her.

“I can smell you from here girl. I know you are in need and I promise that once you earn your red silks, I will fuck you like an animal. You will not be freed from me.” His eyes held a deadly promise that caused her bara to flutter and stir suddenly. She moved. And moaned.

“Good girl, I am glad to see we have an understanding, now make me cum. ”

She opened her mouth this time, without being told to and he shoved his fat cock into her mouth and slid its slick length deep into her throat. He braced himself on the broad collar that supported her head and rocked his hips as he fucked her face.

She took his cock with ease and moaned when she could. The rhythm he gave her was easy to follow. It was a long easy slide into her mouth and down to the hilt to let his balls rest on her chin and then back again. Over and over he fucked her face. Long and slow. Until her moans and his growls began a strange melodious counterpoint to each other.

Finally his cock thickened and the heat caught at the back of her throat. He jerked his cock head back and painted her lips with his seed. The hot white ropy strands were slung from his cock in several short jerks until finally he pushed the dripping tip back into her mouth. “Clean me slut,” was all he said. His voice left no room for protest. So she cleaned him. He took his time, gathering his seed from her chin and lips with the head of his cock and feeding it to her again and again. When they were done he ruffled her hair and walked away.

Once again, she was alone. This time, her cunt ached and her anus twitched spasmodically. She remembered the braided handle and how it felt up inside her and how her clit throbbed when she was teased with her own body. It was too much to ask. Her back ached as did her hips from her thighs being so far apart. She thought, maybe she would beg relief for her shoulders and arms, maybe asking that the thong be loosened on her elbows…maybe.

She realized that she dozed when a slap stung her face. “Whore, part those fuck-lips for me….” Before her stood the second shift captain. He was broad shouldered and narrow hipped and he had mean shifty black eyes. He saw her wary eyes and cuffed her again.

“If you want to learn from my cock, you’d best pay attention slut. I don’t have time to deal with idiot slaves.” he sneered. It was obvious he was a little man with a little power and he didn’t know how to wield it well, but she had no choice but to submit to his will. “Open your mouth cunt.” he snapped. When she obediently complied he slapped her again anyway, not because she misbehaved, but because she was there. He was the sort that enjoyed giving beautiful women pain.

After the slap, he jammed a leather covered iron ring into her mouth and tied it behind her head. She would have no chance to regulate how much of him went into her throat. She tried to beg but her sounds only seemed to excite him further.

Hasty fingers unlaced his breeches and freed his long slender cock. She watched him with apprehension, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she found it interesting that men had different sizes and shapes. It sort of made sense if one thought about the wide variety of people that existed.

His long cock hit the back of her mouth before half of him had entered. Naturally she gagged, but she was better able to control it. Her throat was sore and his hasty thrusts didn’t help in the least. He never kept his cock in her mouth; instead he pulled it almost completely out before thrusting it harshly back in. Each thrust was painful and made tears well in her eyes.

He made short work of her mouth and came with the tip just over the rim of the leather ring and let his salty pud pool there for her to savor. “Eh, you might be worth something in the long run, but you’ll never be sold for more than a few tarsks.” he said, degrading her. “So long slut. I might just come back and visit you later.”

He left her, ring and all, kneeling as he found her – naked and alone.

She was thirsty, very thirsty. Her jaw ached with the leather ring still in place and her saliva left her mouth awash in a pool of cooling cum and spit. She couldn’t even tilt her head back far enough to swallow.

Miserable, aching and in need of refreshment she wept. What has she ever done to deserve this? Nothing. She was a woman of Gor. She had no home stone, no males to protect her. She lived in a world of men and one had found her. She was the fool for not taking better care. She was too prideful. That had been her downfall. Thinking she was the equal of a man.

Soft fingers pulled her from her self-loathing reverie and cupped her chin as warm brown eyes looked down on her. “Such a lovely girl. Let me take this ring from your mouth. I am sure you are in pain.” he said softly.

He quickly removed the ring and let her close her mouth. She swallowed without thinking and made a face at the cold cum from the other man and felt sick for the first time since being in this position.

“I am sure you thirst, but there are no orders allowing you to slake your thirst. I’m sorry. But you are in training.” He said as he touched her head gently. She couldn’t quite place him, or why he seemed so nice. He seemed strangely out of place. He didn’t treat her as if she were property; rather he treated her like she was his equal. She wasn’t, she knew that, but he didn’t seem to. Perhaps it was because he was young.

“This is my second time, helping a girl.” He said as he stroked her hair gently. His touch was oddly comforting, but his words jangled across her nerves like slivers of glass in the veins. Something wasn’t right… She was accustomed to pain and hurt, when gentle kindness was presented to her, it felt all wrong.

“Are you ready then?” he asked quietly.

She simply nodded, not even really wanting to speak to him.

He nodded and opened his breeches. She was curious to see what he had hidden there. His cock was neither overly large like the second man, nor smaller than the first man. She licked her lips, to moisten them and prepare them for whatever happened next.

He took his time and stroked her lips with his cock. Painting them with the velvety smooth skin and teasing her lips until the tickled unbearably and she was forced to chase the head of his cock, just to keep him from tickling them any further.

He seemed to enjoy himself especially when her vagina or anus came in contact with the nubbins. He smiled as he finally relented and slid his cock into her mouth and fucked it. He held her head gently, and let her choose the rhythm. Since her motion was limited she moved only a few inches but her movements were precisely what caused the nubbins to come into contact with her pussy and ass.

She moaned louder as she suckled his cock and he stood, legs parted, hands in her hair and fucked her face slowly as she fucked him with her mouth. His moans and hers echoed in the empty room until finally his became tense with anticipation.

He pulled back just as he erupted and shot hot spurts of cum into her open mouth. One jerk caught him off guard and his cock thrust into her mouth savagely, bruising her lips and chafing his cock. It worked. Both seemed gratified by it because that thrust pressed her against the nubbins and the abrasion made his orgasm all the more intense.

Finally he returned to his clothed position and then caressed her face lovingly. “You are a beautiful girl. I can’t wait to see how you are in a few hands from now. Sleep well little one.”

He left her without another word.

As he left another man entered. He wore all black and lounged against the doorframe as he regarded her.

“Well, look what we have here… Greetings slut, You look like a meal ready to eat. Or should I say a ‘girl’ ready to eat?” he chuckled malevolently. He had a dark aura of power around him and it scared her to the core. He withdrew a slender blade and twiddled it between his fingers, making it dance and glitter in the light as he regarded her. “I suppose you’re to be trained to pleasure a man with your mouth hmmm?” He asked, clearly expecting no answer.
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She watched him with fear in her heart as he walked closer to her as he held the glittering blade. He crouched in front of her; the blade still twirled idly between his fingers. He was obviously a craftsman with the blade and she was certain he was one of those assassins she’d heard so much about.

The blade ended its dizzying dance and lowered below her sight as he leaned in close. Once again fear shrank her heart. “Do you know what happens to girls who continue to be of little value to their owners?” he asked coolly.

She was afraid of him and could smell her fear on her like a blanket of shame. She shook her head for fear that her voice would fail her. “They are sold to cheap paga dens where the slut comes with a cup of paga. And if that slut is unsatisfactory for whatever reason, he can pay her purchase price and kill her. I don’t suppose you wish to become a slut such as that do you?”

As he’d spoken those words to her, she found herself leaning as far away from him as possible. She shook her head again and swallowed.

“I didn’t think so.” he said with a cold smile.

She felt cold steel pressed against her slave sex. She swallowed again and looked at him fearfully. Her pulse had increased as had the beads of anxious perspiration grew on her upper lip. She licked her lips slowly, as her eyes stayed glued to his.

He chuckled softly and turned the cold metal so it threatened to bite her sensitive pink sex. She held her breath in fear. Never did she think a man could cause her so much fear, and here she was, bound, helpless with a man who held a blade.

He withdrew the blade and let its chilling tip draw a red line across her bara and circle an erect nipple with slow deliberation. She almost wet herself with relief.

He nodded to himself as he saw her reaction and drew two fingers over her slave sex. “You’re an experienced slut aren’t you? I can tell from how wet you’ve made my fingers that you like fear and the sex that follows from it. Don’t you slut?”

She had felt when her cunt wet itself and had feared that it might have been discovered. She had no way to answer him. She had never been with a man and did not know if what he said was true. She simply nodded, thinking it safer to agree with him than disagree, after all, he did still have the blade.

He just nodded and unlaced his breeches.

He dragged his leather gloved had beneath her nose and then drew his thumb across her lips. “Know the smell of leather well, slut. Because you will not be far from it for the rest of your life.”

She inhaled the rich scent of his leather. Male sweat mixed with the animal hide and gave a musky scent that only a slave can truly know. It held promise, intrigue and terror within its spicy aroma. No other scent would ever have as much meaning to her as this one did.

His gloved hand curled in the luxurious black waves of her hair and gripped it firmly. It tightened and she gasped. As she did so, the purpled crown of his cock slid past her bruised lips and along her tongue. She moaned at the second tug of her hair and then ground her ass against the nubbins that held the agony of sweet release just out of reach.

“That’s it whore, enjoy what you are about to receive.” he said menacingly. Below her, on the wooden surface glistened her acceptance of her place in this world of men. She could do little more than yield to his touch. He set the pace, and she sought only to be the receptacle for him to deposit his seed into.

Each time her face nestled among the musky curls of hair at his loins she inhaled his scent deeply and learned more about the world of men. Her tongue slid along the shaft and felt the ripples of the throbbing veins in his cock and reveled at the smooth head as it explored there too.

He gave her enough time to acclimate herself to his size and girth before fucking her in an unforgiving rhythm. If she failed to follow it, he would not stop. She gagged a few times but caught up with him and he smiled as he watched the transient emotions track her face. “Mmm, good slut. You will be a good asset to him.” he said as his hips pressed his swollen throbbing cock between her full lips, pushing then back and pulling them out as he fucked her face.

Then, with slow deliberation, he pushed himself deep into her throat. “You will swallow it all and be still until I am through.” he commanded softly.

She could do nothing but moan as the nubbins pressed against her and she yielded to his command. She would either die of asphyxiation from his cock or she would breathe life again…her life was his at this moment and she knew it.

His cock thrust deep into her throat and throbbed dully before thickening and lodging in the back of her throat. His hips thrust several more times as his seed was pumped into her belly without her consent. All she could see and smell was the leather of his breeches and the musky scent of his cock.

Everything seemed to dim and then crystallize in that moment. She existed to serve men. Her very life depended on it. He withdrew and she sucked in a lung full of air and looked at him gratefully. “This slut thanks you for a well taught lesson, Master….” she said softly.

Beneath her cunt lay the evidence of her place in life and her nipples attested to the divinity of her use. She yearned for this and had never acknowledged it. But here she was; a slut for men and her pussy ached to be used. What a whore she was….

- To be continue -


MC

April 28th, 2014 – 12:19 pm

I first saw her during my morning walk; it was along the path to Nettlebed. There was light rain, as there so often is in June, and the poor young woman, who looked as if she had slept under a hedge, was damp through. I tipped my hat, as she stepped aside to let me pass.

“Good morning to you, Sir.” she said boldly. Our eyes met, and I paused in my progress. Her hair was straggly and her face was dirty, but under it all she was a comely lass — thin, even malnourished looking, but there was something attractive to me. There was something about the lilt of her voice; she was not a local girl.

“Good morning to you, Miss. Are you going far?” I said, foolishly.

“As far as need be, Sir, even to London.” I knew in an instant her circumstance. The war between the American states was choking off the supply of cotton. Tens of thousands of spinners and weavers, throughout the North, were unemployed. Some had family to help. Some went to the poorhouse or sank to prostitution. Others, of necessity, took to the road in search of work.

“You are looking for work.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I cannot offer you employment, but as a Christian, I will at least offer you breakfast and a warm fire, to ease your journey.”

“I would be most grateful, Sir,” she replied, and it seemed to me she emphasized “most.”

“Come along, then. It’s not far. My name is James Fairfax, Major Fairfax.”

“I’m most grateful to you, Major Fairfax, Sir. My name is Marie-Cecile Stewart.”

I am not a handsome man. My face is scarred, my nose broken, my hair graying, and my speech is somewhat impaired, so I am not attractive to women. I was wounded out in India, and I sold out of the army in ’57. Nor am I a wealthy man. I have an income, a few pounds annually, which would pay the rent for my little cottage and pay Mrs. Trumble, my housekeeper, who came with the cottage. I keep no horse. I dress plainly, and whatever money is left over I generally squander on books and newspapers. White Ladies Bottom is a small village, and I seldom attend the local church. Everything considered, it may be the only female I have occasion to speak to, for weeks on end, is Mrs. Trumble. You will understand, therefore, that I was intrigued by this strange young woman who disturbed the routine of my retirement.

My home is on the edge of the village, the first cottage one comes to, coming down the Nettlebed footpath. Marie-Cecile followed me through the low front door. “Back so soon, Captain Fairfax?” said Mrs. Trumble.

“Yes, I have brought a guest. Mrs. Trumble, this is Mary.”

“Marie-Cecile, Sir,” she corrected me. “It’s all one name.”

“Umph,” I said, momentarily at a loss. “At any rate, Mrs. Trumble, I should be obliged if you would feed this young person some breakfast and let her warm herself by the fire. Not just porridge, Mrs. Trumble, a real, nourishing breakfast.”

Mrs. Trumble said, “Yes, Sir.” and led the young woman into the kitchen. I retired to the front room, sat by the fire, and tried to resume reading a novel, but I could not, for some reason, concentrate on it. I kept thinking of that young woman in my kitchen. I had never married. I had, of course, in India, a concubine. The Hindus have a real appreciation for the sins of the flesh; some of the low-caste women are shameless. Back in England, all these years, now, I had been deprived of female companionship. The social gulf between myself and the farmers of White Ladies Bottom is unbridgeable, and I seldom get into the city. Even had I found a suitable wife, I felt I could not afford to keep her in the proper style. I confess, thinking about the young woman had aroused sexual yearnings that I had tried hard to suppress.

It was almost midday, and I had read but a hundred pages, when Mrs. Trumble announced that the young lady was ready to depart. “Leave us a moment.” I said, as she ushered the woman into the room. Marie-Cecile had greatly improved in her appearance. Her face was clean, her hair combed and pinned up. I had meant to give her a shilling and send her on her way, but I could not bring myself to give up looking at her. For all that she was fully mature, her thinness and frailty gave her a childlike appearance. Her small breasts, hardly filling the bodice of her simple dress, would not have been out of place on a girl of sixteen who had not yet begun her menses, which, as I understand, is usually at seventeen or eighteen, in these parts. I’ve no idea how long I stared, but at last I said, “Won’t you sit down, Marie-Cecile?” She sat gracefully, sitting primly on the edge of the chair.

“I wish to thank you, Sir, from the bottom of my heart, for your charity toward a homeless woman. It may be that you have saved my life, for I was chilled through when you found me.”

“Umph,” I replied.

The wind had picked up, and it dashed rain against the window, made the fire flicker in the grate. Our eyes met, her blue eyes shamelessly engaging mine. “Captain Fairfax, Sir, could I ask you, please, if you might employ me as a domestic servant? I would work for food. Mrs. Trumble is getting very old. She could use some help.”

I looked out at the atrocious weather. “Well,” I said, “I can hardly turn you out into the rain. You may stay until the weather clears. But then, I’m afraid you will have to go.” “Thank you, Sir,” she replied. “I will do anything to please you.” Anything?, I thought.

“Mrs. Trumble,” I said, “Marie-Cecile will be staying until the weather clears. She has offered to be useful. Can you find her work to do? I cannot get my tongue around that name. I think we shall call her Em-See.”

“Very well, Sir,” both replied.

Well, I had not noticed how Mrs. Trumble had been aging. With MC around the place, it improved visibly. The fireplaces were swept out, the furniture dusted, and my clothes, such as they were, brushed and pressed, mended and hung neatly. Come nightfall, it was still raining. Mrs. Trumble came into the front room to clear my supper tray. The servants, of course, had eaten in the kitchen. “Major Fairfax, Sir,” she said, “where is MC to sleep? Surely, you don’t expect me to share my bed, do you?”

“Of course not, Mrs. Trumble. Cannot you fix her a pallet in the kitchen, where she can be warm, near the fire?”

“Well, I suppose so,” she said. My humble cottage had only the two bedrooms, mine and Mrs. Trumble’s, and only the two beds. It was the middle of the night, when I was awakened by the sound of my door softly closing. The rain clouds had blown away, and moonlight illuminated my room. MC stood there, wearing one of my old shirts, which Mrs. Trumble must have given her to sleep in. The sight of her, there in the dim light, her hair down, the shirt tented by her upstanding little breasts, instantly aroused my lust. She came and stood, quite close to me, and said, “The rain has stopped, Sir. Does that mean that I must leave, come morning?”

“Umph. I suppose . . . ” The thought of driving her away was depressing.

“If you keep me, I will serve you well, Major, Sir. There are many ways I can serve you.” She lifted the tail of the shirt, revealing more of her lean, thin legs.

“You have no references,” I said, stupidly.

“Cannot you judge me by my performance? Do I not work hard? As well, I offer you my body, to do with as you will.”

“If you have sold your body, why are you here, in White Ladies Bottom?”

“Sir, you misjudge me. I have never sold my body. I am not a prostitute. I offer myself out of gratitude, and affection, Sir. You have been most kind.”

“But, surely, you are not a virgin.”

“No, I have not been a virgin these past ten years, since I was twelve.”

“Twelve!” I knew that things like that happened, but they are not supposed to happen in civilized, Nineteenth-Century England, a Christian nation.

“I have two older brothers. They began to use me when I was twelve. No more, of course. One is in the army, the other at sea. No man has used my body since I was sixteen.”

“And now you offer yourself to me.”

“Sir, I feel the time has come to do this.” She pulled the shirt up over her head, shamelessly exposing her most private parts to my gaze, and she turned back the coverlet of my bed. She climbed in beside me and snuggled close. “Oh, Major, Sir, this is nice. It’s nice to be warm.” She reached out and placed her hand on my erect organ, stroking it through the cloth of my night shirt.

I rolled on my side and ran my hand along her naked body. I could feel her ribs, and I made a mental note to fatten her up a bit. I had not held a woman in my arms since ’57, and I was overcome with lust. She kissed me, passionately, and I kissed back, relishing feelings I had not felt for years. Then she was pulling my nightshirt up and begging me to use her.

I made to put her on her back, to service her in the usual way, but she got up on her hands and knees, throwing back the bedclothes, and presented her behind to me. I felt the lips of her womanly cleft, covered with silky short hairs, and tried to insinuate my tumescent organ between them, but without much success. “Wrong hole, Sir,” she whispered. She reached back and guided the tip of my tool toward the anal orifice. I recoiled. “Major Fairfax, Sir, why do you hesitate?” she said. “I put some butter on it, to make it easier for you.” You must appreciate what a shock this was to me. Buggery, sodomy, is a capital crime in the British Army. I had never thought of using a woman in such a way. “Please, Sir,” she said. “I want to give myself to you. I want to please you.” “Is this how men have used you? They place their organs there?” I fingered the buttered orifice.

“Isn’t that what all men do? I have known only my brothers, and one friend of my father’s, but I had supposed that husbands and wives couple so. I have seen dogs in the street mount a bitch as my brothers mounted me.”

“MC,” I tried to explain, “that is the wrong hole. Here –” I fingered her maidenly cleft, “is where I should plant my seed.” She was silent for some moments, as I stroked her, as my Hindu concubine had taught me, and felt her nether lips respond and dampen.

“Mmmm. That is nice, Sir, but surely, with an organ the size of yours, you could never put it inside the hole where I make water. It is too small.”

“Let me see,” I said. I got out of bed and put a log on the fire, to take some of the chill off the room. I lighted a candle and held it close behind her, as she patiently stayed there on the bed, with her rump in the air. With my fingers, I explored the cleft, expecting to find, perhaps, an unusually tough maidenhead. Gently, I parted the inner lips and peered into the pinkness of her sex. To my surprise, I found that, in fact, her womanly sheath was very small. I could not insinuate a finger, and when I tried, with more force, MC cried out and begged me not to hurt her. To a certainty, this woman was a virgin.

I put the candle on the bedside table and tried to think, even as I pressed gently between her legs. My manly tool raged tall, lusting to be satisfied, but, clearly, there was nothing for me to do. Even if my moral sensibilities had not forbidden my deflowering an innocent virgin, it was a physical impossibility for me to sheath my sword in her minute vagina. And yet, the alternative presented to me was, it seemed, equally impossible, morally repugnant.

“Sir,” she said softly. “I am ready, whenever you are.” Her delicate fingers tried to guide my organ toward her anal opening. May The Almighty forgive me; lust overcame conscience, and I thrust against her. After a second’s effort, my organ slid into her warm back channel. It felt so good! Shamelessly, I thrust deep, then partially withdrew, to and fro, reveling in the tight warmth of her, and the incredible deliciousness as her muscles gripped my shaft. Too soon, I expelled my seed into her. For a moment, I was overcome with guilt, for I had ravished a virgin. And yet, I had not. And there could be no scandal, no love child, for, in truth, she was still a virgin! MC thanked me for my attentions, thanked me! I put her on her back and thanked her as best I could, by performing cunnilingus, another secret of the mysterious East.

Needless to say, I did not send MC away. She stayed on, to help Mrs. Trumble. It was so nice to have her around the house, sometimes singing in that strange north-country accent of hers. When Mrs. Trumble sickened, MC was an invaluable nurse. When the old woman passed on to her reward, in August, MC was promoted to become the new housekeeper, to be paid the same as Mrs. Trumble had been. Of course, as head housekeeper, she is entitled to be called, “Mrs. Stewart,” though she is, in actuality, Miss Stewart.

I had not, since that first night, permitted MC in my bed, though she was willing enough to come, had I asked. Somehow, shame, and the fear of discovery, had held my appetites in check. However, as soon as the watchful Mrs. Trumble was in the churchyard, Mrs. Stewart and I were overcome by debauchery. I have become a confirmed sodomite. Several times a week, sometimes even in the middle of the day, since no one can observe, Mrs. S. will confess to me that she has transgressed. Perhaps she has spilled the tea, or dropped a book and lost my place, or failed in the performance of one of her usual duties as my housekeeper. Well, of course, she must be punished, which she implores me to do, that she might be forgiven.

Somehow, in the context of my duty to discipline her, I can forget that I commit a mortal sin. It is always the same; she has prepared herself by cleansing her bowels and lubricating the orifice. She bends over the table, or the arm of my chair, or the foot of the bed. I throw her skirts over her head. The beautiful globes of her behind are presented to me — she has filled out a bit, with careful feeding — and I spank them, or even cane her, which excites her terribly. Inevitably, as the ultimate punishment, I beat her with my meaty club, burying my pillar in her forbidden pit, to our mutual relief. She dares not sleep in the dead woman’s room, so she shares my bed. Oft times, late at night, or even in the morning, I will devote myself to licking her naked body, all over, as if to bathe her with my saliva. Her little breasts, still girlish, are a perfect mouthful, and, when I lave her lower labia with my tongue, the taste of her juices is heavenly to me. She tells me I make her utterly content, and I have never been happier, never in my lifetime.

I have, from a physician in London, a mahogany case. It contains a graduated set of ebony rods, ranging in diameter from one eighth inch to an inch and a half. It is a medical appliance, specifically manufactured and widely used, I am told, to treat conditions such as the vaginal inadequacy of Mrs. Stewart.

All day, as she works in the kitchen or garden, my housekeeper carries within her, there, between her legs, one of the ebony rods, which I personally remove at night and replace in the morning. Already, she can contain the seven-eighths inch diameter rod, and tomorrow, perhaps, I will try to insert the one-inch rod. It will not be long before I will be able to couple with her as God intended.

The question is: will I want to? My intellect can rationalize our unnatural relationship as long as the natural sex act is impossible. Would it be fair to Mrs. S. to use her like a common whore? Dare I to expose her to the risk of a scandalous pregnancy? I think not. Dare I risk the possibility of her marrying one of the young lads she encounters when shopping in the village? I think not.

I think that, perhaps, tomorrow, I will “forget” to insert any ebony rod at all. May God forgive me.

- The End


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April 24th, 2014 – 10:15 am

I’d been over to the States to a business conference. I’d had to fly back on probably the slowest flight ever from San Diego. I tried to get some sleep, but every time I almost made my eyes close, someone came on the intercom, or interrupted me with drinks. I was not in a good mood when I arrived in Stockholm airport. The queue through customs was horrendous and they seemed to be searching everyone’s baggage. Several people were taken off to one side. I hoped that I’d get through without any problems. Oh, I’d better tell you who I am. My name is Tricia and I’m a senior arts director of a theatre company. I’d been discussing films at the States meeting and had to fly to Stockholm, where I live, before going on to Amsterdam the following day to start on my next project. Somewhere or other I’d left a boyfriend, but where ? Now it was almost my turn to finally get through customs, but no I was stopped by a rather officious young man who demanded that I open all my cases.

I knew that any guy would be interested in my little make-up case, coz that’s where I kept my sex toys. I couldn’t travel without them, never knowing when they might be useful. In fact, I’d had a little vibro buzzing away inside my pussy for a few hours on the trip over. I’m sure the guy sitting next to me in business class is still wondering why I suddenly grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard when I came the first time. He had gone to the toilet when I came again shortly thereafter maybe he’d had a wet dream ! I put my magic balls in during the period of turbulence and enjoyed cumming again then. I took them out when I went to the toilet and cleaned up my pussy just before we landed. And of course, now, when the guys opened my case, they had to place each toy separately on the table, so that everyone could see. I was beyond being embarrassed by this as it had happened to me three times before. When they’d finished displaying all of my sex toys, I simply said thank you and carefully packed them away again, making sure that they saw how long I caressed the long fat double-dong that was my latest purchase. I’d not even had time to try it, but I was dying to.

I thought that was it, but the guy then said, “Please Miss Walker, step this way.” “What ?” I cried. “What’s up?” “Just a formality, Miss,” he smirked. “This way, please.” I was led off to the side, with my luggage and pushed into a room as big as a normal bedroom, but with only a table and a few chairs, and a telephone. No other furniture. It was well lit, and there was a window to the outside, but not a wonderful place to spend any time. And time it was – I waited what I guessed was about an hour, just sitting or walking about. I was beginning to fume and get frantic that I’d miss my next appointment. Cool it, I kept telling myself, then you’ll get out easier. I had no idea what they were intending to look for, but just as I was about to really lose my cool, a pair of guys came in and shut the door firmly. “OK, Walker, we’re going to do a strip search of you,” one of them said, smiling.

I was sitting at the table, drinking from a plastic beaker of water. His partner had the same sort of smirk on his face too. “Oh no, you’re not !” I exclaimed. “I demand to see your superior.” “Our superior sent us in here,” said the second guy and we’re gonna strip you and search you, aren’t we, Jonas ?” “Ummmmm, yes,” replied Jonas, eyeing me slowly up and down. Mind you, I probably did look a bit tasty to these two sex- starved youngsters. My 30-year-old body was lithe and athletic, and I was wearing a short skirt to show off my legs, of which I was justifiably proud. I was also wearing a tight fitting short leather coat, which probably showed off my tits to their best advantage. But even so..I knew Sweden has civil rights and I knew that they had absolutely no right to do this to me, at least not men. Now, if it was a woman.! “OK, Sven,” called out Jonas, “I guess she’s going to be difficult. Maybe we should call in Shona ?”

“Oh, that bitch,” growled Jonas. “She’ll steal all the goodies from us.” “Nah, I don’t think so.” came the reply. “I think this one’s got more for everyone, haven’t you, Miss ?” He stepped towards me, grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards. I yelped and stamped on his foot. “Naughty, naughty,” exclaimed Jonas, as he backed off. “Yea, Sven, maybe we’d better let Shona and her friend take over. We don’t want to damage the goods. Maybe there’ll be some left over for us later.” He leered at me. “it’s OK anyway,” said Sven, “we can watch Shona doing her search anyway!” They both laughed, signalling to someone who was obviously watching behind a one-way mirror. At the doorway as they were leaving the room, there was a heated exchange of views with another person, a woman from the voice, which resulted in the door being slammed shut behind what turned out to be two women.

They were in typical boring uniforms, with trousers, but it was clear that at least one of them, a tall black woman, had quite a body. She was a great looker too, although black is not my favourite colour. Give me a Latino any day ! The other was your typical average Swedish blonde – ravishingly beautiful eyes and a walk that would make a man swoon. But she wasn’t so tall, at least not as tall as the black woman. “OK, Miss Walker,” started the black woman, “I’m Shona and this is Briget. We have been authorised to do a strip search on you on suspicion of carrying drugs into the kingdom of Sweden. Do you have any objections?” “I guess I’m within my rights to refuse, but that would probably make you tough on me. But I certainly wasn’t going to let those guys do it.” The Briget girl laughed, “They were only here to frighten you a bit – it often helps us determine whether we were right selecting you.” “Nice toys, too,” added Shona with a giggle. Both girls grinned at me. “Must we have those apes watching while I strip ?” I pleaded. “No, they won’t be able to see, because here.” Shona pressed a hidden button, “there’s a big screen behind which you can undress. We’ll do the search behind it too.”

Breathing a bit easier, I moved behind the screen, which just blocked off the half of the room in which there was no furniture and the wall in which the mirror was situated. Both women followed me and watched while I slowly began to undress. I was beginning to get a bit of a kick out of this – undressing in front of two completely unknown women. My leather jacket was first. I turned to face them and slowly unzipped it downwards. I could feel my full breasts forcing the leather apart. I then pulled the coat open and almost thrust my tits forward. Their eyes were concentrating on my firm nipples and lovely breasts. And I was starting to feel a warmth between my legs. Now I was disappointed that I’d not left the magic balls inside my pussy. I threw my coat onto the table and started to unbutton my little blouse. “D’ya want any help?” suggested Shona moving close to me.

“I think I can manage.” I replied, pulling the blouse open and free from my skirt. My bra was decent, but the size of my erect nipples definitely wasn’t. “I’m sorry about them,” I giggled, watching both women looking intently at my breasts. I quickly reached behind and unclasped my bra, to let my tits free. Both women groaned quite loudly when my lovely round breasts were revealed, firm and suckable. I cupped my hands to them. “You wanna search them?” I asked. Shona, the tall black woman moved forward quickly. “I’ll do this part, Briget,” she spoke softly, putting her hands forward and touching my skin just below my breasts. I jumped at her touch but then I felt a surge in my pussy as her hands moved upwards to cup and then fondle my tits. She bent real close and looked all round them, then moved behind me and cupped my hard tits from the rear. I couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure, leaning back into her embrace. Shona moved round in front of me again and knelt down in front of me. She was still holding my breasts gently but now her face moved right underneath them. I waited in excited anticipation as her tongue came out and started to lick all along the underside of the left one, while her fingers were squeezing the nipple of the right one quite hard. I was starting to get almost too horny and my juices were getting my pants thoroughly wet.

Although the pleasure was keeping my eyes mostly closed, I did notice that the other woman had left the room briefly, to return with what looked at first glance to be a leather riding saddle. During the moments when Shona’s tongue was not virtually making me cum with its gentle caresses, I was able to watch Briget as she carefully positioned this object across the end of the table and secured it with strong leather straps. “OK, Shona.” she murmured. “It’s time to search her other parts.” Shona grunted in disappointment as she’d obviously been enjoying licking my breasts. I had certainly been enjoying her tongue. My pussy was now decidedly wet! Briget grabbed me by one arm and pulled me roughly to the end of the table on which she’d strapped the leather ‘seat’, I supposed it might be called. “We’ve got to examine you fully now. Just bend over the table.” She pulled me right against the table and I realised that my legs fitted into the dips in the leather. Briget quickly clipped one wrist into a pair of handcuffs and attached the other end to a hook at the far edge of the table. I was now forced to bend over completely as she then took my other wrist and fastened it into another cuff on the other side. Shona bent down and quickly cuffed my ankles, one to each of the nearest table legs.

Thus bent over, I must have presented a delicious sight from behind. Both women moved round behind me and began to stroke and caress my ass. It didn’t take them long to unfasten my short skirt and slip it off, together with my tiny string. I was now completely naked and completely at their mercy. Their fingers started to play close to my pussy and they soon began dipping into my juices, murmuring to each other all the time. I was actually in heaven and, since they’d removed my skirt and pants, I’d discovered exactly what this leather object was that I was now lying hard against. I had noticed a lump in the middle and now wriggled my body so that the lump moved until it pressed against my clit. That sensitive button was already tingling with excitement and the pressure now put on it by my wriggling had me gasping within a few seconds. “Looks like she’s found out how to use it,” giggled Shona. “Shall we let her cum first?” “I bet her juices will run down her legs when she cums,” whispered Briget. “Ummmmmm !” My orgasm wouldn’t have held off long anyway, but when Shona then rubbed her hand all up my back, I just exploded, rubbing my clit hard against the leather lump in sheer pleasure.

Yes, Briget had been right – my pussy juices just oozed out and dribbled down the insides of my spread thighs and some dripped onto the floor too. When I came back to my senses after that cum, I saw that Briget had moved up beside me. I now realised what the special belt was she had on. She had taken off her stick, which looked like a long smooth and thin truncheon, and clipped it to that belt, so that it looked like a long prick. “I hope you’re ready for the examination.” she laughed, waving the stick at me. She walked behind me again and I felt hands prizing my ass cheeks apart. Fingers played at my asshole and I thought, Oh no, not there ! But it was impossible to do anything about it. I felt the round head of the stick touch my asshole and start to press against it gently at first. I relaxed, actually being one who likes the back door, and soon felt the thrill of that long stick starting to travel into my little hole. I grunted with pleasure as she began to thrust it quite hard in and out of my ass. It was extremely exciting, especially as I could not do anything about it, and my pussy was ‘donging’ happily with each thrust. I was pushing my clit against the leather lump anyway, but Briget’s regular thrusts were driving me against it more pleasurably. I knew that I was going to cum again with that stick in my ass, while she was doing it to me.

When I came this time, I writhed around so much that I hurt myself against the metal cuffs. But the cum was delicious and fulfilling. I didn’t want any more. Briget pulled the stick out and came round to me, showing me the juicy end. “I guess there’s nothing unusual in that place,” she giggled. “What about the other place, Shona?” “I think we’ll have to call in the boys to search her there,” suggested Shona. “No! You can’t do that!” I exclaimed. “Ooooo, yes we can,” continued Shona, “and we’ll stay to watch.” Briget went to the door and let the two guys in – I reckoned that they’d been able to watch all the time, but I couldn’t object or move now. This was authorised rape – but I was enjoying it very much so far. Groans of delight followed as the boys saw my ass sticking up in the air. There was the noise of zips and clothing being hurriedly pulled down. “Who’s first?” asked Shona. “Ah, let Jonas have her pussy first. Maybe I’ll be able to enjoy her mouth.” “You mean search it, don’t you ?” laughed Briget. All four of them laughed at that – I didn’t!

Hands pulled at my ass cheeks again and a set of rough man fingers pulled and pried at my pussy lips until I almost came again. “She’s really hot, this one.” gurgled Jonas, as he pushed the tip of his prick against my wet pussy. I relaxed to let him in and thrilled to that delicious feeling of initial penetration – it’s always the best! He wasn’t very big or very long, but he soon generated erotic sensations as he began to plough his way deeper and deeper into my aching pussy. “She’s flooding me with her cum juices,” he cried, redoubling his efforts to get as deep inside me as he could. Close to my face, I suddenly found the large pink head of another prick, from Sven. It was throbbing and looked quite superb. Could I turn my head enough to get it into my mouth. I struggled to get my body closer to him and managed to touch the hot head with my tongue. He now leaned close to me so that I could get some of the shaft between my lips. He tasted wonderful – clean and sexy, just as he should. I was pushing back as Jonas screwed me beautifully in my pussy, his long strong thrusts pressing my clit against that lump and driving me up and up.

I didn’t think that I was going to be able to wait for Sven to start to cum, and nor did Jonas. With a sudden very deep thrust, he groaned loudly and shot a huge load of hot cream deep inside me, his prick thrusting and spurting for a long time. I came just as the last pulsation left his prick and my spasming pussy muscles milked him completely dry. He stayed inside me for a while, letting his prick throb out the last of his orgasm, and my pussy kept squeezing on him until he had to take it out. “Watch!” cried Shona, I could feel their eyes on my pussy as the warm mixture of Jonas’ cum and my juices dribbled slowly out of my well screwed pussy. Sven decided to take his prick out of my mouth before he came. I was a little disappointed as I love the taste of man cum. But, my disappointment turned to pleasure when I realised that he was moving round behind me. Would he be brave enough to get into my asshole, I wondered. I didn’t need to wonder for very long.

Although my asshole must have still been quite open from the reaming that Briget had given me a short while ago, Sven gathered up some of the cum and juices cream with his fingers and smeared it liberally around my tingling asshole. The girls were getting excited watching this and they moved so that they could see my face. I was enjoying what was happening and I was waiting with desire for that lovely prick of Sven’s to bury into my hot ass. The girls would enjoy this! I knew I would be tight for such a fat prick, but I wouldn’t be in pain. He greased me up well, slipping one and then two fingers through the sphincter a couple of times to ream me open. I wanted him inside me desperately and I wriggled my body on the leather, almost cumming again from the amazing pleasurable sensations on my clit. I felt the head of his hot prick touch my asshole and then he started to push. It felt like he was almost ready to cum and I wondered whether he’d be able to take it. In fact he only just managed to get the head through the rim with a lovely sounding plop when he held himself rigid.

“My god!” he cried, “she’s so hot, I can’t hold it!” The girls were practically crawling on the floor with excitement as they watched this action. With a grunt followed by a sudden forward thrust that drove his prick straight up into my ass in one go, his prick exploded and I could feel the warmth of his cum streaming into my asshole in huge jets. I wriggled my clit against the table and managed to get into another orgasm before he completely stopped throbbing. Now my pussy wanted a prick again – it was aching badly.

- The End (for now)


Average Day

April 23rd, 2014 – 1:22 pm

I wake up curled in a corner, shivering despite the blanket that was thrown to me. My mistake last night weighs heavy on my mind as I crawl to Master in His bed. I rest my chin on the bed’s edge until He wakes up. I can tell he is still mad, but I hope to correct myself this morning.

Master gets out of bed, and I rush to start breakfast while He showers. Today is a work day, so I know to make a light breakfast. It is done just as He enters the kitchen and sits at the table. Placing His food in front of Him, I hope for a good word.

When I get none, I am content to clean up the dishes. Somehow, because of my mistake last night, I know He will not take me to work today. That means the house must be perfect when He comes home. I begin to prioritize my tasks in the day ahead.

Today will be spent trying to atone for last night. I wonder if sleeping alone will be my only punishment. Probably not, I decide while doing the morning dishes. Sure enough, Master tells me He will be home for dinner. He tells me what He wants served and then departs, coat over His arm.

Even when He is gone, Master’s presence is a powerful one in this house. Each task is done slowly, methodically to exactly how He showed He wanted it done. I can not skip a single step, because Master will know.

I still wonder at the few quirks Master has. My mind roams over how they might have come about as I move through the house. Laundry is put in the washer. While the machine works, I dust and vacuum the house. Smiling, I also wonder how many carpets Master has gone through. As if in answer, I run over my toe with the machine and spend a few seconds hopping on one foot. Sticking my tongue out at the machine, I decide I don’t like its answer of, none of your business.

Realizing my continued punishment might well be to go hungry for the day, I drink extra water to fill my stomach. After carefully washing the glass, it rejoins the others back in the cupboard.

Before transferring the clothes, I carefully clean the lid of the washer. Again wondering at Master’s quirks. While the clothes are drying, I sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Halfway through, I chew myself out for forgetting to make the bed. I finish the floor anyway.

My next task becomes the bedroom. Making the bed, I hospital corner the sheets. Master never showed me this, but it is ingrained habit from my hotel days. I check for dirty clothes and put them in their place. Again the vacuum runs as I hum whatever songs come to mind. The bathroom is next. Where I wipe out the tub and shower with bleach water. The toilet gets a quick rinse with the water left in the bucket from the tub. After stowing the bucket, I wash my hands. Then I decide to brush my teeth even though I haven’t eaten anything. I also brush my hair and pull it back into a pony tail. Once my hair has stopped annoying me for the day, I clean the sink and vanity. Before I leave the bathroom, the mirror and floor get a quick check.

The grit on my feet makes me decide to sweep and mop this room as well. I am curious as to how this much dirt got on the floor in the first place. Using a hand broom in the smaller area takes about as long as a stand up broom in the kitchen. I use a rag to mop the floor.

My mind seems stuck on one particular song, so I force myself to find another to hum. Looking at the clock, I have about three hours until Master comes home. The dryer is not done, so I grab a school book and curl up on the couch to read my assignment. Setting a mental alarm clock for fifteen minutes, I sigh as I dig into the boring material. “Do business majors really need all this?” I ask silently before I honestly begin to read.

Glancing up, I can see my alarm clock needs tuning. Thirty minutes have passed. “Wow, that stuff was really slow!” I heave myself out of the couch and put the book away. I am lucky, the dryer is still turning.

I check the clothes and carefully fold or hang them up as needed. I notice that my mind has once again settled on the same song, and mentally growl before choosing another. With about an hour left, I begin the dinner Master has ordered. Looking at the recipe, I frown. Unsure if I can handle this one, I take a deep breath and read everything again.

Attentively, I pull all of the ingredients from their places and line them up on the counter. After double checking those as well, I set the oven to the stated temperature. Washing my hands with extra care, I delay the start of this task. With one last deep breath, I begin to make the meal. I am afraid to ruin it.

When I have reached the last ingredient and followed the last direction, I stare at the dish in front of me with trepidation and a little amazement. “Well, that wasn’t too hard. Wonder what it will taste like?” I shove it into the oven and set the timer.

“It will be late to the table,” I realize as I glance once again to the clock. Mentally kicking myself, I set the table. I hesitate, unsure if I will be eating with Master or not. “Best not to assume,” I decide only setting one place.

My last few moments alone are spent nervously checking dinner, taking out the ponytail and brushing my hair. When Master steps through the door, I wait in view by the kitchen. I want to hug and smell Him to see if I can figure out where He has been today. I also feel regret at not being able to go to work with Him today.

I can see Him smell for the dinner in the oven. He hangs His coat by the door and looks at me. My eyebrows go up and I wonder what He wishes.

“The house looks good,” He steps away from the door and into the living room. There He can see dinner is not on the table, but I am saved from harsh words by the buzzer on the oven. Master sits to remove His shoes, while I give a silent “Thank you” to whatever higher power intervened for me.

The dish awaits on the table while Master goes to the bathroom and cleans up. I stand in the kitchen by the hallway and wait quietly for him, once again nervous that I might have failed the recipe.

“Are you eating?” Master asks as He sits at the table. Relieved, I set a place for myself. My stomach grumbles noisily as I wait for Master to finish dishing His portion. Forcing myself to slowness, I take but a small share. I know He will allow seconds if I am not too piggish with my first helping.

I space every bite with a sip of water. I also watch Master for any hint of what may be in store tonight. I am slightly worried when I get no indication. Dinner is silent and I know that He still debates on last night’s mistake.

Dinner is finished and Master goes to the computer while I clean up. Over dishes, I try and reevaluate the mistake. I know I deserve a correction, but am uncertain how hard of one will come. After drying my hands, I get Master a refill on His drink and put it where instructed. I begin to curl up next to Him when He abruptly tells me, “No.” Startled, I look at Him as He finishes on the computer. After shutting it down, He turns to me and quietly searches my features for a minute.

This long minute increases my tension and I force myself to loosen my clenched jaw.

Master rises and makes His way to the couch. There He lays down, snaps his fingers and points to the floor. Quickly, I walk to where indicated and lay down, chin resting by His hand on the couch. My breasts begin to tingle and I have an idea of what might happen next. Master lifts His upper body onto His elbows and I quickly slide under Him. His head rests on my legs and my breasts hang above His face. I feel a tongue dart out and circle a nipple. It rises and stands ready. I gasp when Master takes it roughly into His mouth and begins to suck hard. Closing my eyes until my body readjusts to the feelings I run my hands through Master’s hair.

Master’s eyes close and His sucking becomes rhythmic as the milk begins to flow. In minutes that breast hangs empty and Master does the same with the other. This time, before He pulls off, Master gives a gentle nip that makes me yelp a little.

I wonder how His stomach can handle all of this as I keep my hands moving though His hair and over His body. I can also feel myself getting very wet and aroused. A cautious glance shows that Master is aroused as well. Suppressing a smile, I wait for the next command. I bend to nuzzle Master and He pulls away from me.

Hurt, I wonder if now is time for my punishment. Master is wearing a belt and He indicates that He wants it taken off. He pulls off His shirt while I argue with His belt and, on further orders, His pants.

I am left kneeling beside Master as He watches from above me. “All right, pup, let’s finish your lesson.” He walks to the bedroom and I crawl after.

If I had a tail, it would be tightly tucked right now, I think as I follow.

Once in the bedroom, Master has me close the door. He is sitting on the bed when I turn and face Him, still on all fours. My heart beats a little faster and I feel like hiding my head under my hands. Instead, I crawl to Master’s feet and press my forehead into His knee. He lays a gentle hand on my head and I allow myself to halfway relax. Master then orders me to fetch the leather flogger. I stiffen and deliberately crawl to where the tools are hidden. Picking up the requested item with my teeth I again crawl back to Master.

“Tell me what you did wrong last night,” Master orders as He takes the flogger from me. I swallow and whine, afraid to repeat the mistake. A small smile comes to Master’s lips. “You know your mistake last night?” He questions. I sense He is testing and simply whine again. “Speak, puppy, speak,” the command cuts through the bedroom. I whine and then bark. I can feel my face getting red, but am determined not to screw up this time. Master is pleased, and I let my guard down a little more. He runs His hand through my hair and gives it a little tug before letting the lock go. He then orders me to fetch something else from the tool pile. This continues for a while, each fetch broken by the command to speak. I feel like playing tug-of-war, but am afraid Master will see no joy in the game. So I make myself hand each requested item over gently and promptly. When I slip and retrieve the wrong item, or have difficulty carrying it with only my mouth, Master is prompt with the flogger. I feel its sting three or four times on my back, butt or legs for each offence. Each time I yip and correct myself. After the hiding place is empty, Master has me return each item. This time I must place them properly away using only my teeth and face. I find this a little more difficult and the flogger lands several more times. I am lightly sweating from concentration when the last ordered item is replaced.

I return to Master’s feet at His call. He orders me to face away from Him and I can feel the head of His hard-on dig into my legs as He kneels behind me. Unsure of which passage Master wishes, I lower my upper body to my elbows to make either easier to enter.

Master starts with my pussy, which He enters with a jab. I almost jump and a change my moan to a whine. Master’s hands move up and down my body and I brace against His thrusts. I can feel myself sliding along the carpet and am not sure how to stop.

Aroused, I begin to work my hips, which does not help the sliding one bit. My sensations are dampened by my worry about the movement away from Master.

Abruptly, Master switches tracks and enters my back passage. Again I force myself to whine and not speak. I can feel Master is close to cumming, and have pressed my head into the floor to try and stop my forward slide. As Master starts to cum, I push back into Him with my arms. When He is done, He lets His limp member fall from me. He kneels there a few moments longer and I stay still, unsure of what He wants next.

Master shakes His head and stands, “Think it is time for a shower.” Remembering just in time that I am a puppy, I crawl quickly to the bathroom in front of Master. I am hesitant, “I normally start our joint showers, but how is a dog supposed to do that?” Feeling better to error on the side of caution, I sit and eye Master. Master is watching me. “Wonderful,” I think, knowing He wants me to figure this out.

“Well dogs do use their paws to open and close doors,” I think to myself as I raise a fist to the lever. Cold water spurts from the tap. Using my teeth I pull the knob that shifts it to the shower head. Using my nose, and half in the tub, I adjust the water so it is comfortable. Task accomplished, I look expectantly at Master.

Master simply tests the water and climbs in past me. On His command I crawl into the shower with Him. Another dilemma presents itself, “How am I supposed to help wash Him as a dog?” The thought of soap in my mouth follows right on the heels of the first. Blech, I mentally spit. Master is already working His hair and I know I had better figure something out fast. I hear Him chuckle as I pull the washcloth from its hook with my teeth and paw the soap on to it. Using my “paws”, I soap the washcloth on my knees while sheltering it from the shower spray. That done, I let the soap fall to the floor of the shower and debate my next move.

Deciding quickly, I use my teeth to loop the washcloth over my fist and, trying not to spit from the taste of the soap, use that fist to work the cloth up and around Master’s body. I can’t reach all of Him, but am afraid to stand.

Master’s eyes are laughing as He takes the washcloth from me. He finishes what I could not reach and then orders me to get Him the soap.

I hope I turned away fast enough for Him not to see my distaste and annoyance. Grateful that the bar is not as big as it could be I steel myself and take it in my mouth. Master again chuckles at my face when I drop the bar into His cloth covered hands. I work on directing the drool from the soap down the drain as Master quickly re-soaps the cloth. He drops it onto my face when I turn it to the spray to try and clean out my mouth.

“Finish yourself and hurry,” He commands, stepping out of the shower. Still on my knees, I wash myself off and spit several times into the drain after swishing water around my mouth. When done, I crawl out onto the mat. Catching Master’s eye, I quickly shake my head sending water everywhere. “Hey, stop that!” Master bellows and drops a heavy towel onto me before I can get the steam up to shake again. I feel the sting of His hand on my rear through the thick cotton and wonder if I pushed my fun a little too far. A real dog would do the same thing, I rationalized knowing that, while valid, the reason might not set well with Master. With no other ideas on how to get dry, I flopped over onto my back and began rubbing all of me into the towel as it now lay on the floor.

Master gives me a quick swat on my butt as I pushed myself back to my hands and knees and peered at Him through my now tangled hair. “I think it is time for bed. We have an early day tomorrow,” Master says heading back to the bedroom.

Again I hesitate; the bathroom is a mess. Sighing, I grab the towel in my teeth and drag it to the laundry room. Then, still crawling, I return to the bedroom. Master is in bed, His back to me. I lay my chin on the bed and whine at Him. When I get no response, I put my elbows on the bed and nuzzle Master’s arm.

“Get up here,” He growls.

Happy, I slide into bed with Him.

“At my feet,” He instructs.

A little disappointed, I move to the bottom of the bed, staying under the covers. I hear Master’s muffled, “Good night,” before drifting off to sleep. My dreams focus on what may happen tomorrow and what has happened today. I do not sleep deeply, waking whenever Master moves. I rest, getting ready to fill Master’s future wishes.

- The End -


The Post 2

April 22nd, 2014 – 12:15 pm

Raven clung to the pole as if it might offer her vulnerable body some refuge from her Master’s whip. She held tightly to the straps that tied her wrists and pressed the ancient wooden pole with her knees. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and turned her face away from Coyote. And still the blow came down on her exposed back.

Coyote took the time to admire the sight of his trembling suspended slavegirl. The bottoms of her bare feet were dirty; her legs and ass perfectly shaped. He could see the muscles straining in her arms and back as she pulled at the straps that held her arms above her head. Then he stepped forward and brought the whip down across Raven’s back.

Raven’s self control was consumed by the first caress of her master’s whip. Fire raced down her back as the blades bit into her shoulder, back and the upper curves of her ass. Her body tried to retreat from the sharp stinging pain, but her violent wincing only served to rake her nipples across the rough wood of the post. And in the midst of those physical pains, Raven’s body betrayed her further and arching her back, she began grinding her wet cunt against the pole, where the same action by so many bound girls over the century had worn the wood smooth. That bit of pleasure warred with that pain in her back and the slave tried to force all of her awareness into that pleasure as she waited for the second blow.

Coyote watched the girl writhing and rubbing her pussy into the post. A swath of pink skin abraded by the whip now marred her back. He listened to her breathing and didn’t know if her moans were from pain or ecstasy.

After a few more strokes of her master’s whip, Raven’s back was a uniform shade of pink crossed by a few thin red welts. But the girl no longer registered the heat in her back as pain as she humped the pole desperate for release. The rubbing of her tits and hard wrinkled nipples against the rough wood was now a deliberate search for sensation.

Coyote again had to resist the urge to take his slave down and fuck her as she was. He stepped behind her close enough to smell her arousal and feel the warmth emanating from her body. She moaned softly as she continued arching her back and struggling. But she didn’t struggle against her bondage; she struggled to press more of her flesh against the hard w

Dropping his whip, he put his fingers in Raven’s hair and pulled her head back. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as Coyote lowered his face to the side of her neck and kissed her lightly.

His other hand reached up and roughly grabbed Raven’s breast, squeezing and kneading it hard with his strong fingers. She felt his open palm on her raw nipple, then his fingers closed around her pulling at her tit until the nipple was caught between his finger and thumb and Coyote pinched hard. Even as he hurt her, Coyote’s touch added to Raven’s desire to come. Then his hand was sliding smoothly down her belly and interjecting itself between the swollen lips of her wet cunt and the pole. She shuddered as his middle finger slid along her clit and between her labia into her pussy and she cried out as she came against his hand.

Raven’s cunt contracted around Coyote’s finger as he slid it into her. Her wetness flowed around his finger into his palm and inspired him to finger her cunt roughly for a second. Then he stopped and allowed his slave to recover.

The pain from her flogging rushed back into Raven’s awareness of her body as the sensations in her cunt peaked and then subsided. She was aware that her master now stood beside her, with two fingers motionless in her wet pussy, her weight supported by his other hand as she slumped back, held upright only by the bonds around her wrists and legs. Her back ached horribly and stung like needles imbedded in her soft bare skin.

Coyote kissed his sweating panting slave on her shoulder, still looking at her marred back. He touched one of the red welts that stood out from her pink abraded skin and slowly traced the line his whip had left.

To Raven’s back it was as if the whip caressed her again, somehow gentle and excruciating at the same time. She opened her mouth to cry out as she wrestled with the pain in her back, her master’s lips softly pressed her shoulder and his fingers resuming their gentle massage inside that part of her that was solely his. That thought, that her cunt was solely Coyote’s, that her suffering pleased him, pleased enough to finger her and allow her to come pushed her over that edge again. As she came again, she cried out and tried to close her legs over her master’s hand, the words echoed in her mind. “I please my master…I please my master.”

Coyote’s every sense was involved in his slave. The pink flush of her perfect skin, the expression on her beautiful face, the soft cries that escaped her throat, the wet sucking sounds of his fingers in her cunt, the warmth of her skin, her wetness escaping around his fingers into his palm, the smell of her skin and of her arousal, the taste of her skin. These senses assaulted Coyote and as he reached around the post to the ring and freed her legs from the leather straps, he lost the struggle against his own lusts.

continues in “The Post” – part 3 – coming soon


The Post 1

April 16th, 2014 – 2:03 pm

Coyote stared at his discovery for a long time without moving. His thoughts raced from the plantation’s two hundred year history to the stone tower he and Raven were building now. Raven. His thoughts settled on her, of course.

He pictured the smooth skin of her back, the gentle curves of her shoulders, the way her form narrowed at her waist and then rounded out again into her perfect ass.

He imagined her tossing her head to look back over her shoulder at him, her lips forming that slight smile she got whenever she won some small victory over him. He could never resist smiling back.

Coyote stared at his discovery without moving. Then he smiled and his mind was made up.

“Raven, come up here.” he called from the entrance alcove. Raven’s head jerked up at the tone of his voice. It was a tone she didn’t hear often. Maybe not often enough, she admitted to herself.

At the top of the short flight of stairs, she saw him, standing in his jeans and yellow work shirt. His back was turned to her and he shoved something she couldn’t see into his black nylon backpack. She stopped at arm’s length from him. “Yes?” she said and he turned to face her.

He reached out to touch her face, as she knew he would. If nothing else, she was certain that he thought she was beautiful. She closed her eyes and felt his finger trace the curve of her cheek. She could smell the leather and sweat of the work gloves he had worn all day.

Kiss me, she thought to herself, and opening her eyes, she saw him smile briefly as if she had spoken aloud.

“Come with me. I want to show you something,” he said. And she followed him outside.

They walked in silence down the old trail that led to their spot where the creek entered the small forest where berries and plums grew wild.

He took her hand as they entered the woods and he felt that same storm in his chest he felt every time he touched her. He put his hands on her waist to help her over the creek bed and his hand slipped under her pullover to touch her bare skin. He had to fight back the sudden urge to take her right there. He pictured her body wet and sparkling and then imagined caressing her, covering her skin with the clean, silty mud. He set her down and conjured the strength to hold to his original intentions. The muddy creek bed would wait.

The entered a small circular clearing in the wood, and her first thought when she saw his discovery was revulsion. As if reading her mind, he said, “It’s not what you think it is.” She faced him. He walked over to the large post planted in the center. The post was maybe ten feet high with a large steel ring fastened to opposite sides, one near the top, and the other about halfway up. Several clean new black leather straps hung from the rings and lay on the ground. On the side with the highest ring was a foot high platform. “Field slaves would have been whipped in their quarters, so that the other slaves could see. This is so far out here in the woods, so that no one would see.”

He paced around the pole while she stood still looking at it. After completing the circle he looked at her with an expression she had seen before. His blue eyes narrowed slightly and he bit his lower lip for a moment, then he spoke. “Undress, Raven.”

Raven hesitated. She was uncertain if her limits were about to be reached, but she knew if she refused him outright, her time with him would be over. She unbuttoned her pants before bending over to remove her boots.

He watched her slip off her jeans and pull her shirt over her head. As she reached behind to undo her bra, he began to walk around her as he had the pole; inspecting this magnificent creature that he tried so hard to totally possess.

He was standing behind her when she reached down to remove her panties and she felt his hands take her wrists. He brushed her hair aside with his chin, and she felt his mouth on her shoulder n that spot she knew he liked more than any other. “Yes.” She thought, “Kiss me. Make love to me here then take me home and make love to me again.” She tried to reach for him, to caress his cock through his jeans, but he held her still.

Still holding her wrists, he hooked his thumbs through the waist of Raven’s panties and began kissing down her shoulder and back, tasting her skin until he knelt behind her. He kissed the small of her back and released her wrists as he began to slide the panties over her ass and down her shapely legs.

Raven tried to concentrate on the feel of Coyote’s hands and her own lace panties sliding down her legs to quiet her nervousness. But it all returned as his hands reached her ankles and she stepped out of them and stood naked between her Master and the whipping post. Coyote raked his fingernails up Raven’s legs as he stood, amazed as always at the reaction his body had to the sight of her standing before him naked. His cock strained against the denim, possessed by that part of him that wanted to take his girl NOW.

His hands on her waist, he guided her to stand before the pole.

“Take one of the straps.” he ordered. She started to shake her head, and then she felt his breath on her skin and his voice in her ear. “Do you not still crave my attention as much as I crave your submission?” She watched almost unbelieving as her trembling hand reached for one of the long black straps before her. She wrapped it twice around her wrist and then Coyote reached around her to slip the end through one of the twists, securing her hand.

“Now take another one.” Coyote ordered. Raven closed her free hand over another strap and held it, watching while Coyote wrapped it around her wrist and secured it.

He walked around the pole, looking at his bound slave even as he pulled the strap that took the slack from her bonds and pulled her hands over her head. His breath caught in his chest as he watched her lower her head even as her rising arms lifted her breasts.

Raven closed her eyes as her arms were lifted above her head. Her Master had told her before how he enjoyed the sight of her in this position. For a moment she allowed herself to hope that this was all Coyote had planned, to tie her to this ancient post. She knew he wanted her. She hoped he was preparing to take her now. Then she felt his hands on her waist and she was lifted onto the small platform.

She grasped the leather cords and held close to the pole, making those motions that she knew incited her Master’s lust.

The gentle slap of his many bladed whip against her calf startled her and she gasped, jerking her leg up. “Keep your leg lifted there, little slave,” he ordered and Raven obeyed, pulling on her bonds and holding to the post.

Coyote took a strap from the lower ring and kneeling behind Raven, he brought it around his girl’s bare lifted thigh. From his position kneeling behind her, he could see her cunt exposed by her lifted leg. Once that strap was secured around her thigh and the post, he slowly drew his finger along the perfect pink folds of her labia. He was gratified to discover that his slave’s pussy was wet.

Raven felt the finger along her nether lips and gasped. She rose up on the toes of the foot left unsuspended to expose more of her. “Take me.” she whispered. “Please take me now, Coyote.” She arched her back, crushing her breasts against the pole and moving her hips away, trying to present her lovely cunt to him. “Please,” she whispered again.

Coyote stood. “Raise your other leg, slave.” he ordered. Raven pulled the straps to hold herself and leaning against Coyote, she did as she was told. She felt another strap around her thighs, then another under her ass, creating a seat, and she was secured to the post.

Coyote stood behind his slave, the sight even more magnificent than he had imagined. He brushed her hair aside to expose her neck and lowered his mouth to her skin.

Raven tossed her head back and opened her mouth. Her Master’s kisses moved from her neck to her cheek then her mouth was covered by his. His hands circled her waist and then slid up her flanks until his fingers rested lightly on the sides of her breasts.

As he explored her mouth with his tongue, Coyote moved his hands to his slave’s ample breasts. He kneaded them gently, fighting his urges to hurt her. Lost in his desire for her, he continued to kiss her and to lift her breasts, pressing them together then separating them, taking the perfect nipples between his fingers, then sliding his finger below, between or above her pink-tipped white globes.

Her Master’s passionate touch inflamed Raven and she found herself giving Coyote what he wanted. Her mind raced, trying to process the sensations of her body. Their tongues danced between their mouths while his hands roughly handled her tits, her nipples pressing up to and rubbing against the hard wooden post. She arched her back, pressing her now-dripping cunt against the post as well, as had the girls and women bound to it over a hundred years before.

Keeping her breasts firmly in one hand, Coyote slid the other down Raven’s belly and placed it between the post and her sex. The feel of her wet lips parting to admit his finger into her as she continued grinding her hips against his hand tempted him again. He held her firmly and pressed his crotch to her ass as he considered how best to keep this wild creature tamed.

The denim of his jeans rubbed roughly against her ass, and Raven could feel his hard cock through the cloth. She struggled against the hand holding her still, wanting the freedom to move with the finger inside her, to keep her clit moving against his hand. Then he released her and she fell back, held only by the seat tied around her ass and the straps tied to her wrists.

Raven remembered where she was and what was about to be done to her.

to be continue -


City Lights

April 14th, 2014 – 10:23 am

Day One: City Lights

It was around 4pm on a Monday that I arrived at my hotel. I was just getting ready to go down stairs to the hotel bar to meet my friend. We had talked and emailed many times online but this is our first meeting. My room was on the 14th floor of the hotel and I had a really great view of the city.

I entered the bar and found a small table in the corner of the room. I sat down and ordered a drink while I waited for my friend. About 5 minutes later I looked up and walking towards me was this beautiful lady that I had met online. She had sent me a very erotic picture of her online and as she came closer I could see that she was even better looking in person. (I want your pictures!)

I stood up to meet Helen and guided her to a chair next to me. At first I kissed her cheek, and looked at her reaction. Then as I pulled the chair back she sat next to me. I ordered a drink for her and we sat and made small conversation for a while.

After about our third drink together we were both opening up to each other more and I moved closer to her so I could caress and talk with her. She had on this very short sexy black dress that barely covered her great looking body. Helen was wearing this tight little dress and very tall high heels and nothing much more.

My eyes were caressing every inch of her and while I told her something sexy I could see that her breasts would swell as her breathing got kind of short. As I looked into her sexy eyes I could see passion within them. I told her how wonderful she looked and it was going to be a shame to have to leave at the end of the week and go home.

Our conversation went from her work to her life and what she enjoyed doing. She told me about her hobbies as my fingers caressed her leg. I could see that the closer I got to the Vee between her legs that she would shiver a little. My fingers were enjoying touching Helen and I could tell that she too was getting very excited. I would move them along her legs and down her calf.

At this time the bar was getting very crowded and people were sitting all around us, but I was only paying attention to this beautiful lady sitting next to me. After a few more drinks I asked her if she wanted to go to dinner with me at the hotel and she said she would love to.

I told her that I would like to change before dinner and asked if she wanted to stay here while I changed, or go up to my room and look at the beautiful view from my 14th floor window. I told her that the city lights were very beautiful as the sun set. She answered me by standing up right in front of me and holding my hand as I got up.

We walked to the elevator and as we got in I pushed the 14 button. The door closed and as soon as it did she stepped right in front of me and we kissed for the longest time. I could feel her body pressing hard against me as we did. My cock was starting to get very hard and I could feel her nipples through her dress pressing against me. She took my tongue in her mouth and started sucking it as she would a cock. I was getting very turned on and I knew Helen could feel my 9 1/2 inch cock pressing against her as she rubbed her body against mine.

The elevator got us to my floor while we were still embraced. We broke away only for a few seconds as I got my key out and we entered my room. But as soon as the door was closed behind us I took my soft skinned lady back into my arms and continued kissing her. Our passion was getting quite hot by now and as I cupped her firm ass cheeks and held her even tighter, I could feel her fingers searching and finding my hard cock. She started to caress it as we embraced. Now my mouth had found her neck and I kept kissing down her neck and behind her ears. I could feel not only my excitement but also Helen’s.

I couldn’t help touching and caressing her wonderful breasts. I worked my fingers around her nipples and squeezed them firmly and as I did I felt her body go rigid. I could feel goose bumps all over her body as I firmly held her nipples out for me to kiss. I noticed that Helen had unzipped my pants and was now stroking my hard cock while I was busy. Just then my pants hit the floor. I could feel her long fingers wrapped around my shaft and slowly stroked my cock. I could also see that I had not disappointed her. I could also see that she was very good at pleasing men and as I felt her hand running along my shaft a drop of pre-cum formed on the head. Just then she lowered herself down to her knees and took the head of my cock in her mouth. It was a wonderful feeling. She took about half of my hardness in her mouth as I felt her tongue going wild on the head. She then looked up into my eyes and as she did she completely took my entire shaft down her throat. It was a wonderful feeling as she moved up and down my cock, stopping at the base and moving back up to the tip. I could feel my balls slapping against her throat as she went back down all the way to the root.

My soft skinned friend was really getting into this as I could feel her fingers cupping my balls lightly and I felt something else as she continued to pump up and down my shaft. Her fingers were searching for my ass, she was massaging my opening as she caressed my balls. With her suction on my cock and her hands supping my balls it was almost too much to take. She knew that I was close to cumming. I wanted to stop her and fuck her deep and fast but I don’t think she had any intentions of stopping. As a matter of fact, I could feel even more suction on my cock as it started to throb and jump inside her throat. Just then I felt her finger enter me. I was standing pressed up against the door as Helen’s second knuckle was inside me. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I came so hard and so fast I could feel my cum shooting down her throat. I was completely buried inside her. It was one of those orgasms that kept going and going. I emptied myself completely deep inside her throat. Standing there for a few more seconds I could slowly feel her lips pulling back and cleaning my still hard cock. She was moving up and down my shaft again and I had to remove her from it before I came again. She slowly sat back on her legs as I pulled her off of my cock, but I let her continue to lick the tip.

I stepped out of my pants and moved over towards the bed. Next to it was the champagne that I had ordered from room service earlier. I opened the bottle and poured us a drink. My new lover was still sitting in the same position as I had left her. I took a glass over to her and pulled her up and right next to me we toasted our new friendship.

I asked her to stand right where she was as I poured another drink for us. Then I came back over and handed her glass to her and as she drank I slowly untied her dress and let it fall to the floor. Now the only thing standing between my engorged cock and her hot wet pussy was a pair of small g-string panties. I slowly hooked my fingers in them and pulled them down to the floor.

As she was standing in only her high heels in front of me I couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked. I told her that as my hands held her nipples firmly again. We were standing next to the bed as my fingers caressed and moved over her body. I could feel her knees starting to weaken as my fingers found and caressed her outer lips of her pussy. As I opened them to find her clit, I could feel Helen’s legs spread for me to have better access to her. With my mouth up close to her moist clit my fingers were traveling along her ass cheeks finding her backdoor. I started massaging her opening as I continued to lick her clit. She was starting to shake a little so I stopped for a second and asked her to lay back on the bed and enjoy. She moved over to bed and laid back as I stayed right with her. I sat on the floor right in front of her and as my fingers found her backdoor again my other fingers opened her pussy up and I started to make love to her pussy with one finger. She was very wet and hot as I started to use two fingers. Moving in and out of her dripping pussy, always twisting and turning my fingers as they moved in and out of her.

I could tell that she was getting very turned on as I started licking her pussy at the same time my fingers were inside her. It was hard for her to hold still now and I felt her orgasm approach, she was so wet that I entered her with two fingers as I started sucking her clit. She started thrashing around on the bed and came hard her first time all over my fingers and into my mouth as I ate her pussy. Loud cries were escaping her mouth as I entered her ass with my finger. I drove my middle finger all the way inside her ass as I continued to eat her. I felt her hands grabbing my head and trying to push me farther inside her pussy as she came again, this time she let out a gusher and screamed into the pillow as she came flooding my mouth with her juices. God did she taste wonderful!

Slowly I continued to lick her, as she came down from her orgasm. As she rested I moved up and put my legs over her and sat on her. My cock was still hard from all of her excitement as I cupped her breasts and laid my cock between them and started stroking with them. As I started this, my lover raised her head and took the tip of my cock in her mouth and got me wet so I would be slippery enough to fuck her breasts. I stroked up and down her breasts for awhile and I was building for another orgasm, but I wanted more this time. I looked into her eyes and still saw the passion in them as I whispered to her “I thought you wanted to see the view.” She said “Yes, I do.” So, I got up off her and took her over to the window. She was facing the window as I came up behind her. I took her hands and placed them on the window as I spread her open a little from behind. I could feel the cheeks of her firm ass as I took my hands and reached around and played with her still wet pussy. I rubbed my cock across her backdoor and down in front along her pussy lips. I used my fingers to guide my cock deep inside her pussy as I kissed and nibbled along her neck.

Slowly I started moving and as I did she matched my movements, as I pulled back she held still and when I pushed forward she pushed back against my cock. As she was standing spread against the glass of the window I was pounding hard against her. I continued to pound against her and as I got closer to orgasm I reached up and squeezed her nipples. She tried to move closer up against me. I could feel myself building and told her I was going to cum soon. Just then Helen said she wanted to cum with me and her pussy squeezed my cock like it was milking my juices. I could feel her pussy tighten up and let go, over and over again.

I felt her cum right before me. It was like a flood gate opening and letting out all of the water. She came all over my cock, making me explode deep inside her pussy. I kept stroking my cock in her pussy and then I pulled out and rubbed my cock along her ass cheeks, stroking my cock along them I asked her if her wanted to taste me again. She turned around and took my cock deep in her mouth again. She pushed me back to the bed and as I lay there she continued to lick and suck my cock, getting all of our juices off my cock. Only this time she made love to my cock slowly. She continued for a few minutes as my cock came to life again and when I was ready for action again she moved up on me and slide her pussy down around my cock. Sitting on me she moved up and down my shaft, each time squeezing my cock with her pussy. I could feel her juices starting to flow again as I cupped and sucked her nipples. And as she started coming all over my cock I bit down on one of them lightly and I felt her pussy squeeze me hard as I came.

I don’t know how long my wonderful lover stayed on top of me, but I looked at the clock and saw it was already 11:30 at night. I asked her if she wanted to have a late dinner or just take a bath with me, and go to bed for the evening. My newfound lover whispered into my ear that she would love to bathe with me. So ends this evening, but not the week. For we still have two days to get to know each other better.

Neither of us was watching the clock as we stepped into the warm bath. We took turns washing each other and being careful not to over do it too much. I was just finishing rinsing Helen when she started using her soapy hand to stoke me back to life.

She was going to make sure that neither one of us got out of the tub before one or both of us came again. I was so turned on still as I watched her hand moving up and down my thick shaft. I couldn’t help but remember that she told me that me that she loved a good ass fucking, so I knew I couldn’t let her go without doing a little deep penetrating. So I made her let go of my hardness after a few minutes so I could still use it on her backdoor.

I slowly turned her around in the tub and had her face towards the front of the tub as I slid my fingers into her pussy. She was still very open and very wet as I stroked her pussy and moved her up on her knees. I told her that I was going to open her tight little ass up with my big thick cock and she just moaned as I kept finger fucking her. I was able to get two fingers in her juicy pussy and then I moved up and started licking her ass cheeks as I took my index finger and buried it deep in her ass. I could feel how tight she was and I knew that I was going to enjoy sinking my big cock inside her.

After a few more minutes I worked my finger deep in her waiting ass. I couldn’t get it any deeper than I had. I was fucking her up to my second knuckle and then I pulled my finger back out I heard her moaning loudly as I moved up behind her and pushed the head of my cock into her. It was still so very tight as I pushed past her muscle and into her ass up to my balls. I could feel my balls slapping against her pussy each time I stroked her. Very slowly at first, then quicker with longer strokes.

She was on fire as she took all of my cock inside her. I could hear soft moans as I fucked her deep and hard. Then as if on cue she said, “Oh baby, I’m cumming.” So I increased my speed and tried to catch up with her. But having cum so much already it was going to take awhile for me. I could feel her pussy thrusting back at me as she came hard. I tried to go deeper but my balls were already buried as deep as I could go.

I was just getting a good pace going as I heard her soft screams again. I must have been fucking Helen’s ass for 30 minutes; sweat was pouring off me as I kept moving in and out of her ass. She had cum so many times that her as was really opening up for me, each time she came I could feel her pussy tighten and explode. I looked down and could see her juices running down her legs as I pounded more, then all of a sudden I was there. I came, shooting my juices deep inside her ass. I put my balls against her pussy as I came; I shuddered very hard and shot what must have been a gallon of cum into her.

Slowly I backed out of her and I still heard a pop as my cock freed it self from she backdoor. I lowered myself back into the tub and lay back to relax as I felt her turn around and slowly start to wash me again.

By now the water was getting lukewarm and I was again clean, so my lover helped towel me off and we went back to the bed to lay down. I couldn’t help to think that a computer helped make this happen.

By now I was resting comfortably, but my new lover looked at me and told me that we were not through yet. As we both smiled, I could see that she had something in mind for both of us. Slowly Helen turned around and moved onto her side as we started to slowly 69 each other. I lay my head between her legs and started licking her pussy slowly as she did the same, taking my cock into her hot, wet mouth. After a few minutes of slowly going at each other I started taking it faster, my fingers opened her outer lips as they also squeezed her clit and she in turn started deep throating my cock. The pace got even faster, and after a few more minutes I could feel her legs squeezing my head as she came in my waiting mouth. I know she wanted me to stop so she could enjoy the moment. But I pressed on going faster with my tongue and harder with my fingers, as I did I could feel her building up for an even greater explosion, and it didn’t take long as she came right away, again flooding my mouth with her juices.

Each time she came I could feel Helen’s mouth trying to take even my balls into her. But it was no use I was not very far behind her after she came the second time. I came like never before and as I tried to enjoy the moment she wouldn’t let me, she kept right on going, knowing that I could still cum again. And with that only minutes more I came so hard I almost shook her off of me and then she allowed me to relax as she cleaned my cock with her mouth.

It was with that we both fell asleep for a long deserved rest. Little did she know that the morning brings my cock to an even harder state.

Day Two: Fire and Ice

Helen and I had just finished an erotic adventure in eating. During dinner you just kept talking about yourself and your girlfriend Nicole. You kept telling me if I was a good boy that I would get to meet her tomorrow. I couldn’t help but to watch as you ate everything on your plate. I love your sensual lips and the way you kept eating your meal with your fingers. Although it was a normal restaurant you preferred to eat with your fingers teasing me and acting seductively. I kept telling you that you were going to pay for that later and you just sad there and smiled.

My mind was wandering as you continued with small talk. I kept seeing all the pictures of you and Nicole that you had sent over the past few months and I could hardly imagine having you and Nicole together the next day. I didn’t know what you had planned but I remember asking you to please make any plans you would like and surprise me with them.

I couldn’t help but notice how wonderful you had dressed for dinner. Very simple yet very seductive. I kept telling you how beautiful you were and I hoped that this week was not a dream. I couldn’t help to think what a beautiful young lady like you would be doing with a 40 year old man as myself, but I knew I was there for one thing, to perform with you.

You kept asking me what I had planned for later that evening but I wanted to keep it a secret from you. I love talking erotic to you at dinner, I could see that I had a good effect on you several times. I looked down at your breasts and I could see your nipples becoming hard several times during dinner.

Dinner was over and we were back in my room. I had ordered champagne for the evening and it was ready for us as we returned. I asked you if you were ready for some and proceeded to pour us a glass. After a few sips you put your glass down and reached for me. We stood kissing for a very long time, our bodies together and not only could I feel your nipples getting hard again; my hardness was pressing against you. After a few more minutes I felt your hand caressing my hardness and knew it was time to get down to the business of pleasuring you.

I led you by your hand over to the bed and stood you in front of it. I kissed you while I stood in front of you and then I whispered to you to please trust me tonight, that nothing you didn’t want to happen wouldn’t happen. Just as you said ok to me, I left you standing there for a moment while I moved over to my suitcase. I took out a blindfold and proceeded to lower it over your eyes. As I did I told you I wanted you to use your other senses tonight; to feel the wonderful things that were going to happen to you. I then raised your dress over your head and saw how beautiful you looked for me tonight. You only had a pair of stockings and a garter belt on for me. You were still standing as I came back from my suitcase again. This time you didn’t see what I had for you. I whispered for you to please put your hands behind your back and I think you knew that I was about to cuff you. I did and as I was doing this I whispered to you that you had just lost another one of your senses. You could no longer see or touch anything I didn’t want you to.

Back to my suitcase again. This time I retrieved several items for our pleasure. Now, I whispered to you, if you would please spread your legs a little for me and then you felt the ankle restrains that I slipped on you. I knew you couldn’t see so I told you that one step back was the bed if you couldn’t handle it any more. Next I asked you to spread your legs a little more for me. As you did I was busy attaching the spreader bar to your ankle restraints. I now had you exactly where I wanted you. I started caressing your legs and told you how much I loved seeing you in heels, that your muscles looked great and your calves were beautifully stretched out in front of me. I started kissing my way up your beautiful legs from the ankles up to your ass and as I reached your ass your hands were trying to hold my head.

Then I stood up and started kissing the back of your neck and your shoulders, I could hear a small moan coming from you so I whispered that this was just the beginning. I then moved in front of you and attached a collar around your neck and a small soft rope to it. This was a special rope with several knots in it that were positioned just right when I moved around to attach it to your cuffs. The rope was pretty tight and I opened your outer lips as I positioned it between you pussy. The knots were placed to if you lowered your head and moved it back up you could feel them rubbing on your clit. As I explained this to you I watched as you tried it several times.

As you pulled up and down on your hands I could hear another soft moan coming from your lips. I noticed that you were already becoming quite wet and I told you if you wanted to cum, it would be wonderful. This now left me free to caress and massage your breasts. I love the way they swell and as I was massaging them I sucked each nipple into my mouth for a few minutes. I could hear the effects I was already having on you as I reached over to where the champagne bottle was and grabbed some ice from it. Slowly as I went back to massaging your breasts I applied some ice around them, careful not to apply any to your nipples just yet. Using the ice to run circles around your breasts I could see that your body was already so hot the ice was melting quickly so I took each nipple in my mouth and sucked slowly and then as I removed my mouth I applied ice to them. I knew this was torture of a kinder nature, but it was perfect for our first session. I watched as your head bobbed up and down and heard your shortness of breath and knew you were not far from cumming. I knew it would be very difficult for you to stand there and cum, but that’s the way I wanted you. I then reached over and lit a candle and put it in a holder by your feet. After that I came back to your breasts massaging some lotion on both of them and squeezing them gently as your nipples stayed hard. I reached for some more ice and applied it as I watched the knots doing their job. Your head was moving up and down at a quicker pace now, and I heard you as your first orgasm came. I was lucky enough to catch it with ice in my hand and sucking your nipples again. I knew that I was going to take your orgasms like a ladder, step by step until you reached the top.

I then reached down and pulled the candle high over your body, it had done a nice job burning already and I slowly poured the hot wax down the front of you being careful only to catch your nipple with it at first and then your breast. As the first hot wax hit your body I could see you were racked with yet another orgasm, your juices were already running down your legs and as I iced up your other breast then, I poured the hot liquid down on the other nipple and breast. This time I heard a soft scream escaping your lips and I knew you were being hit with yet another orgasm. This was perfect as I blew out the candle and set it aside, I had not yet even touched your hot pussy and you had three orgasms already. I kneeled in front of you and released the spreader bar and gently walked you back to the bed. I got you most of the way on the bed and laid you back so you could be more comfortable. Then I reattached the spreader bar this time expanding it even farther. I then reached for some rope and tied your thighs open, holding you in place using the bed. I know you haven’t even touched, licked, or felt my hardness yet but tonight was not about me; it was about pleasuring you.

I then proceeded to unhook your stockings and rolled them down to your ankles. After that I reached for this beautiful feather and started caressing your inner thighs with it. I could hear your moaning as I reached between your Vee and reached up and removed your collar and moved the rope with the knots out of the way. I kept caressing your thighs with the feather and I could hear that I was about to make you cum again, so I made sure I had the feather on your clit as you came for me. This time it was a shattering orgasm that sent waves through your body. You could do nothing but take it. You could not move, nor could you hold on, you were very open for me and cumming hard.

Tonight there would be no silver bullets, no finger fucking your pussy and no pain, other than just laying back and taking everything I had to give you.

I was ready to finish you off right now as I applied lotion to your breasts and started massaging them again. I started by sucking in each nipple and kissing them as I moved my mouth down your stomach.

I could feel your body being racked with mini little orgasms as I continued downward, I positioned my mouth directly over your pussy as I used my fingers to open you up and get to your hardened clit. Your pussy was on fire as I slid my tongue inside you. I could feel you arching your back and knew it was only a matter of seconds before you came. I am glad I choose not to use a ball gag on you tonight. I love hearing you cum. And that’s exactly what I did hear as my tongue continued to fuck you. You came so very hard my love, flooding my mouth with your juices, I loved it! You were on the top of the ladder my dear as I chinned your pussy and began to suck your clit and you kept cumming. I could feel you wanting to fuck my entire face so I didn’t want to disappoint you, I started nibbling your clit gently and feeling you cum hard yet again. I quickly got up and poured myself another glass of champagne, then returned between your legs. I told you that I enjoyed champagne not from a glass but from your pussy as I poured it all over your hot pussy sending more waves of pleasure over you, then I lowered my head and began drinking from your pussy. I could tell you were about there screaming my name as you came yet another time. After screaming so much I knew you couldn’t talk much so I slowly worked my lips and tongue down your legs until I reached your ankles then I proceeded to remove all of the restrains and your stocking and heels. Then I came back up and removed your blindfold and cuffs and held you tightly in my arms. You whispered something to me about me cumming but I just told you that we still had plenty of time for that as we fell asleep in each other arms.

Day Three: The Passion Continues

You finally untie me after a marathon secession of eating pussy. God, I can’t believe how wonderful the both of you taste! I haven’t had enough pussy for one night yet and soon I’ll be in control. Helen you will soon be my slave and bitch for the night. Make no mistakes; Nikki will also be included in all of the activities tonight.

After I am released by you and Nikki I get up again and go to the kitchen and grab a bottle of champagne. By the time I pour us some drinks we are still sitting close together and I am looking at the two most beautiful women in the world, so sexy and so naked. I ask you to see your instruments of pain and pleasure and you show me all of the items you and Nikki use. While we are looking at all of your things I ask you if you would mind tying Nikki to the bed. You look at me and tell me “Of course not love.” and go off to do this.

I come in and she is as I asked, face down and pillows raising her ass in the air. She looks wonderful and ready to go as I can see you tied her hands and feet so she couldn’t go anywhere. Then I ask you if you would allow me to watch as you take her and you tell me “It’s my pleasure.” I sit very close sipping my drink and watching as you make her pussy come alive again. I ask you if you think it is possible that I get my hand inside her and to turn and smile and say “I don’t think so lover. Your hands are way too big to be going in her.” I smile and let you continue rubbing her wet pussy. I can see that she is enjoying you and as you bring Nikki to a climax with your fingers I ask you if I might try. You smile again and tell me “Of course dear, she is your slave tonight and you can take her when you are ready.”

I look over your toys again and ask you if you would enjoy eating her before I flog her. I don’t even have to wait for an answer, you have your mouth on her pussy and your hands are spreading her ass open. I see you licking up her crack and along her ass a few times then you dip your tongue into her ass and she lets out a loud moan. She is very close to cumming again as I pull you back and ask you to count for me. Then the crack of the whip as it hits her ass. 10-9-8-7-6, she is crying softly as she takes the punishment. Each time we can see her ass coming off the pillows trying to escape from the blows. 5-4-3-2-1, we can see her cumming right through the blows now, she is shaking so hard trying to get loose but yet trying to enjoy each blow.

As I pause your fingers go straight for her dripping pussy, and I ask you if you think she is ready for the silver bullet. You smile as I reach for it and tell you that I will administer it to her. I then pick it up and move closer to Nikki. I start by licking her extremely wet pussy and add a few licks up her crack also. I then turn the vibe on and slip in inside Nikki. She is so fuckable right now; her pussy takes every inch of it while I slip a finger in her ass.

This sends her screaming for more, Nikki screams, “Ffuck me! Fuck me!” My finger feels the heavy vibrations from the bullet and I know she will soon cum for us.

I see you are very turned on by now and you lower your head and take my cock in your mouth. I know by the way you are sucking me that you are very hot! Sucking so hard and trying to take all of it. Oh baby your mouth feels so wonderful, I am getting so big and hard, it feels so good I slide a second finger up Nikki’s ass. She is screaming so loud and cumming so hard. You better watch it baby! If you keep that up I’ll cum down your throat.

I quickly pull the bullet out of Nikki’s pussy and my fingers out of her ass. We are both so quick we almost hit our heads against each other trying to get to Nikki’s pussy so we can suck her juices out. I let you take her while I go and get my belt.

After Nikki has settled down some I ask you if you would mind lying on top of Nikki face down against her and you tell me whatever I desire tonight and you slide right up on top of her. I reach out and grab some rope and tie your hands to hers, then your feet are tied with hers and I am ready for the both of you. Your pussies are very close together and I see you are rubbing your nipples along her back. I reach over and get more rope and tie your stomach to her back. I tell you that I don’t want you moving too much without Nikki.

Now I really have the both of you where I want you. I reach over and take the flogger and ask you to count. 10-9-8-7, I see you shudder, and you barely get the last number out. 6-5-4-3, your ass is turning red and I tell you that we have to start again because I didn’t hear the last number. 10-9-8, you can’t hold still and you are trying hard to get away. 7-6-5, the last hit was lower and almost hit your pussy lips. 4-3-2-1, you are moaning so hard as the sting hits you. Your pussy is so close to Nikki’s you are grinding it into her. I reach over and kiss and lick your ass, it’s so hot and red from the whip. I slip two fingers inside your pussy and I feel you grab them and try to take them all the way up inside you.

Just then I take the silver bullet and slide it up your pussy. This sends you off; you are cumming all over my little bullet. I’m not going to let you have all the fun so I take the little bullet out of your dripping pussy and slide it slowly in Nikki’s ass. Inch by inch I push it up, and I know you can feel it through her ass because you are trying to grind your pussy even harder into her. Just then I move up behind Nikki and slide my big cock inside her. I get almost all of it in her except for you trying to get in the way. I know the both of you are cumming again, Nikki’s juices flood my cock and you are screaming out that you need to be fucked! I slide out of Nikki and right up inside you. I hear this “Oh my god!” out of you as I go balls deep, but it’s so hard to tell if you are still cumming or not, you are so wet.

I know I’m getting close so I pull out for a little cool down. I don’t want to cum too soon! I am behind you getting ready. You don’t know that I have had a special belt made that will hold your attachment and I reach over and slip it in the belt. I move back up behind you now and as I do I pull the bullet out of Nikki’s ass, and she is very relieved to have it out, but just as I do I slip my cock back into your pussy and get it very wet. When I think it’s plenty wet I pull back and slide my cock into Nikki’s ass slowly. She lets out a loud scream as I sink all the way up her ass. I start moving in and out slowly and when I get a good pace going I slip the attachment up your pussy, now I am fucking the both of you together.

Nikki is not fond of my big cock in her ass, but she doesn’t know it won’t be there for long. Just long enough to get your pussy juices all over the attachment. I’m still fucking the both of you when I pull way back and slip out of Nikki. I then slide my cock right into your pussy, you like it I know you do I can feel your pussy trying to milk it. You squeeze it when it’s in all the way in and open up when I am driving deep.

Now it’s time. I have you cumming all over me and loving it. Then I slip the attachment up your sweet ass. I thought you were cumming before only but now you are being double fucked and cumming harder. It’s just like Nikki felt when you had your hand inside her, you are screaming, crying, and cumming all over her. You don’t know yet, but I have cum so much in the past 3 days it’s going to be awhile before I cum again. I am pumping all the way in and all the way back out for what seems minutes but you think its hours. Sweat is pouring down my chest and dripping down you, but you will never notice. I am pounding inside two of your openings hard. I am fucking you so hard the only thing you can do is keep cumming, screaming and crying. I think you are ready to pass out when I cum. I am cumming hard and I still keep pumping hard.

The next thing you know is that I am putting cold wash cloths on you and untying you, we all three of us lay in a big bundle relaxing and resting for the night.
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Day Four: The Three of Us

It’s late in the morning after we finish breakfast and shower together. We’ve yet to fuck today. I come up with this hair- brained idea that I still want you to dominate me. I love the way you lead the way. We are all clean showered and shaven and then you tell me to back up against this pillar in your house. You then tie my hands behind my back using the pillar as tell me to sit down and get comfortable. It’s a small pillar only about 8 inches around and it allows me to easily have some freedom as I sit naked with my legs out in front of me.

You start telling Nikki why you have me this way. With me face out this allows you so much access to me the way you want to take me. And you tell her later today you will have me stand and tie my legs to the pillar so you can do many things to me at that time.

First Nikki comes over to see that I am comfortable as you have something you have to do this morning. You tell me that you will return in a few hours and that I should just relax and wait for you but if Nikki wants to play with me it’s ok. I get a long kiss from you and you caress my nipples and give them a squeeze. I see you have dressed and you look stunning as always. Then I hear the door as you leave. Nikki comes up and asks me if there is anything I need and I tell her no thank you, then she sits next to me and starts talking to me while she caresses my body. She starts around my chest and works her fingers along my belly and softly between my legs, careful not to touch my growing hardness.

Just then she reaches out and I see a feather in her hands and I know I’m in for a long day. She starts caressing my whole body with the feather while my cock grows even harder. Then after she see how large it is she starts running the feather over it so lightly and she listens as I moan. Nikki gets up and goes away for a few minutes and when she returns I see she has brought some ice in a glass back with her.

She starts telling me how wonderful it was to have your hand inside her and that I asked you several times about it. She tells me a lot about what you do to her when she is your slave and I am getting very excited listening to her, then she stands in front of me and takes her robe off showing me her entire body. She is standing over me and telling me about the way you flog her. I can see she is also getting very excited and the thought of it, she is playing with her nipples and I see they are very hard now and then I see her taking an ice cube and running them over her nipples and down her front until she reaches between her legs and I see the cube disappear, she asks me if I want to taste her and I tell her very much, so she moves up to where my face is and lets me lick her pussy. It’s very hot but I can also taste the coldness of where the ice cube went. I move my head forward a little so I can use my nose on her clit while I tongue her.

I know she is getting very excited as I feel her hands grabbing my hair and pulling my mouth over her pussy. She is trying to fuck my mouth with her pussy and all of a sudden she cums all over my face and holds my head up tight against her mound.

Nikki backs up a little and I know I am in trouble when she looks into my eyes I can see that hers are glazed over from cumming but there is a lot of fire left in them. She asks me if I enjoyed making her cum and I said yes I loved it. I can feel her hand slowly stroking my harness now, she is kneeling in front of me now spreading my legs as far as she can. Nikki now moves over and sits on my leg. She lowers her head and takes my cock in her mouth, oh my god she is sucking so hard and so deep, her mouth is very hot. I don’t know how long I can hold out and my cock starts throbbing in her mouth. Then I see her take an ice cube out of the glass and put it in her mouth, she goes back to sucking me only I feel the coldness of the cube.

Just as I was becoming so hot she has cooled me down but she keeps moving up and down my cock with her mouth then I feel another cube pushed up against my balls, this temporary shocks me and starts to numb me a little. She pulls off my cock but still holds the cube on my balls as she moves her mouth up to my nipples. Slowly she takes each one in her mouth and starts to suck them. I am feeling very hot now and she starts to bite lightly on each one of them until I can’t take any more pain. She looks up at me and tells me that her Mistress has given her permission to do whatever she feels like to me. But that she was to make me ready for you this afternoon.

Nikki gets up and leaves for another minute and when she returns I see she has brought a lot of instruments with her. She lays them out on a cloth next to me and I watch as she takes a couple of clamps over to me.

I can see as she starts putting on the first nipple clamp and tightens it very hard on my nipple. I scream out as she puts a little extra on it. Then she takes another clamp and puts in on my other nipple, this one is just as tight. Now she takes out some lotion and starts to put it on my nipples, as she does she tells me that within a few minutes my nipples will be burning. As she applies the lotion she squeezes each tip of my nipples sending me back against the pillar as far as I can go, but I know I can’t go anywhere. My nipples are already starting to burn as I watch Nikki get a piece of rope and tie my ankle to the other pillar next to us. Then she comes back and pulls my legs apart as far as they will go and sits on the free leg. I can feel her pussy rubbing up and down my leg, she is very wet and then I see her reach over and pour a lot of lotion on her hands, and I already know where she is going with this. She moves up a little and blows air on my nipples sending me into a frenzy, they are on fire as she reaches down and massages my cock with her wet hands. I know it’s only a matter of minutes before my cock is on fire. Nikki doesn’t stop there she pours more lotion on her hands and gently massages my balls, then I was afraid of what she has in mind next and I could see her dabbling some lotion on her finger and I could only watch as she lifted my ass up a little and slid her wet finger inside my ass.

It didn’t take long before she was out of my ass and adding more lotion to my nipples. She pinched them good this time making me scream even louder than before. Then she went back to rubbing her hot, wet pussy over my leg as my cock and balls were on fire. Nikki backed up even more on my leg and told me she wanted to fuck my big toe. So she sat right down on it moving just enough so I could get it inside her. She told me that if I fucked her good she would let me cum all over her. I tried to concentrate on fucking her with my toe but my cock and balls and now my ass were really on fire. It felt like I was putting out a campfire with my naked ass and balls. My other toes were starting to get cramps as she bounced up and down on my big one.

I knew Nikki was getting close to cumming I could feel her trying to get deeper on my toe and then she took my cock in her hands again and started jacking me off. This time I felt her squirt baby oil on my cock as she was stroking it. She was first, I felt her cumming all over my foot and down my ankle then I couldn’t believe it I shot so hard I hit her chest with my juices and she kept stroking my cock for minutes until I screamed and came even harder hitting the whole front of her body. I came so hard I felt every ounce of energy leaving my body and my body went stiff as a board. I remember she wiped me with a cold wash cloth, but after that I didn’t feel anything until I was awakened by you.

You were kissing me and asking me if I had fun today. All I could remember was that I loved every minute of it. You had told me that you went shopping and came home with some fresh fruit. Just then I saw Nikki walk in with a bowl of strawberries and a couple of bananas. I knew I would be in for a wonderful afternoon.

You asked me if I had endured a lot of pain this morning while you were away and I told you that I enjoyed it but yes it did hurt. Just then you reached down and removed one of the nipple clamps and the other one and I felt a sudden sharp pain as you did, watching you squeeze my nipples. You looked at me and told me the fun is just beginning. You could see my hardness growing as you talked so sweet to me. You left me for a few minutes as I looked up to see Nikki untie her rope and take it off. I didn’t know what I had in store for me this afternoon but I could see that Nikki had changed and put on a collar and some restraints that were not yet hooked together. She had dressed in stocking and a garter belt and very high heels on.

When you returned she had taken her position next to you and you were wearing what looked to be a very expensive Mistress outfit with openings for your breasts to stick out and what looked to be a snap crotch with stocking and heels on. You told me that I had Nikki’s version of fire and ice today but you were ready to get down to business. I had no idea what that meant but I knew I would in due time. Just then you came over and sat by me asking me if I would like anything and I told you yes, I would love a glass of water. Nikki reached over and handed you a glass and I took a few sips from it. You were very careful letting me drink the glass up and after I finished you handed it back to Nikki and came closer to me. I could feel your fingers caressing my still sore nipples and soon you were kissing my ear and then you bit it very hard, not hard enough to draw blood but pretty hard, and I also felt your fingers squeezing my nipple at the same time.

You moved around the pillar to the other side as I felt your mouth seeking my other ear and biting it as well. Then the squeeze of the other nipple until I cried out. All while this was going on Nikki was in front of me again sucking my cock back to life. I watched as you attached a chain to her collar and you looked at me and said ” Never forget Nikki is my slave.” I looked at you and had to answer “Yes Mistress Helen”. I watched as you stood by my leg and let Nikki slowly suck my cock. She was in no hurry and she worked me up to a point where she thought I might cum and backed off. Then I watched as you unsnapped the front of your outfit and I saw your glistening pussy as you pulled the chain around Nikki and she moved her mouth up on your pussy licking you very hard. I was amazed as I watch and I even asked you, “Please, Mistress, unchain me so I may eat you also.” I could only watch as you pulled Nikki’s face even harder to your mound.

When you had enough you pulled her chain back and she pulled her tongue away from you and sat staring at you. I watched as you instructed Nikki to pull out a string of well oiled beads from a bowl and we both watched as she slid each and every one of them in my ass. I counted 10 beads going in and after the last one was in I could feel Nikki’s fingers moving around in my ass, moving the beads in as far as she could. My cock was getting rock hard again while she was playing with me, but she never touched it.

I thought she was going to pull them out very quickly but I was wrong. Instead she reached over for the strawberries and carefully took a big one and massaged it in your pussy. Then just as she finished you moved over in front of my face and I thought I was going to lick it out of you until it fell into my mouth, but I was wrong again.

You took one leg and placed it over my shoulder and then you took the other and gently sat on my shoulders in front of my face. While holding onto the pillar you pulled your hot pussy up to my face and told me, “Eat, my wonderful slave.” It wasn’t long before the strawberry was in pieces and I had you cumming hard in my mouth. You kept pulling your pussy tighter and tighter towards my face and came another time.

Then as if Nikki had known, she had taken a banana out and placed it between my mouth and at the entrance to your pussy. She told me that when you commanded that I was to drop the banana. You were a good 6 inches away from my mouth when you started fucking the banana and I could hold it while you slide down over the whole thing, stopping at my mouth.

You must have fucked this banana for a good 10 minutes before yelling for me to drop it and as I did your pussy came down on my mouth and you came very hard as my tongue entered you.

After that ride you had gotten up and moved to where the instruments lay. You returned with another rope and tied my last ankle to the other pillar. Nikki had put a pillow under my head at the same time. I was stretched out all the way on the floor now and couldn’t move at all. I could look up and see you had a riding crop in your hands and you told me, “It’s your turn to count now slave.”

I felt the first blow hit my nipple as I jumped 10-9-8 god it hurt! I could I was in trouble when Nikki was stroking my cock to hardness again. I screamed 7-6-5-4. Nikki’s mouth was now descending down my cock. I screamed 3-2-1. Then it was time to change, you moved over to the other side of me. Count you said. 10-9-8-7. I screamed out! 6-5-4-3-2-1, oh dear god it hurt so much!

I knew I was in deep shit now when Nikki moved away as you stood over me. Count you said! 10-9-8, Oh god you were striking my cock very hard. 7-6-5-4. I thought I was going to pass out as the last blows came. 3-2-1. Just then I heard you say slaves unite. Then I felt Nikki on top of me in a 69 position, only you were locking her legs behind my neck and then her hands on my ankles as she took my cock in her mouth.

Then I heard you yell out Mistress will count and I heard a loud smack as you sent waves over Nikki’s ass with a whip. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. Each stroke Nikki’s pussy slammed down hard on my mouth, then it was time for the other cheek as I heard the whip crack, 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. It must of hurt Nikki bad she took my whole cock down her throat each time. Then you reached for a paddle and I heard you say again. 10-9-8-7. across both cheeks I felt Nikki cumming down my throat and I wasn’t far behind. 6-5-4, Nikki was pulling the beads out of my ass while she drank everything I had in me, I was flooding her mouth with juices. 3-2-1 as her body shook hard on top of mine.

Then I felt your loving hands rubbing across Nikki’s ass. I could barely see your tongue entering her ass. You stayed licking her for a long time while she continued to keep me hard with her mouth. I was still eating her when I felt you get up and attach your big thick dildo on and I felt you move up and slide it in Nikki’s ass as far as you could. She was screaming on my cock, causing it to harden even more. You started off slowly and kept fucking her long and deep, her ass must be enjoying you there because she came several more times in my mouth. Then she came one more time as you used the riding crop on her ass again, only this time I couldn’t take all of her juices she was cumming to fast and some of it ran down my cheeks. After she came, I felt you holding her in a loving way. The dildo was still buried deep inside her as you held her. And I felt my cock slipping from her mouth, still very hard.

Soon you pulled out of her and untied her and I think you took her to bed and made sure she was comfortable before coming back into the room. It was dark outside and there was only a small light glowing when you returned to take my ropes off. After uncuffing me you told me to kneel in front of you., I did as I was told. Then I felt you placing my arms in front of me and cuffing me back to the pillar this time I was on my knees and my head against the pillar. Slowly you caressed me and told me that you wanted to make sure I remember you as tomorrow was my final day with you two for awhile. So I heard you whisper in my ear to count for you. I felt you get up and take out the whip again. 10-9-8-7, Oh god I felt what Nikki had just finished with it hurt so badly. 6-5-4-3-2-1 as you finished with one of my ass cheeks.

Then, only a second to catch my breath and wham, 10-9-8-7-6, you were drawing welts on my ass as the last ones hit. 5-4-3-2-1. Then I felt your hands caressing me and rubbing some sort of oil into my skin, softening it up and then I felt your tongue enter my ass. Oh, what a wonderful feeling! You were probing my ass with your tongue but I knew something else was going to happen as I felt you rise up and then the same big thick dildo that was just up Nikki’s ass was going into mine. Oh Jesus, it hurt like hell, it felt like you were splitting me in half. I felt your legs up tight and I knew you were all the way inside me. Then slowly like you had just done with Nikki, you started fucking my ass. All the way out almost and then all the way back in, it hurt like hell but I loved it and my cock was on fire and you knew it!

Harder and harder you kept fucking me, then I felt the sting of your riding crop and knew I was going to cum soon because it was too much for me to take and all of a sudden your hand was squeezing my cock stopping me from cumming, you squeezed so hard I almost went limp. I felt the cuffs come loose and your belt was sliding off when you told me to fuck you hard. I put your legs over my shoulders and fucked you like a wild man. You must have had something on your hand when you squeezed my cock because it was numb and I couldn’t stop fucking you. 10 or 15 minutes went by and I was still fucking you hard. I couldn’t tell how many times you came because my cock was so numb but I know you came plenty.

Then all of a sudden I unleashed a load so powerful I thought I was going to die. I screamed so loud and came so hard I didn’t know where I was. I only knew I was still inside you, then I was turned on my side and felt your hand stroking my cock. I heard something like, Has little jimi had enough yet?” or something to that effect before I felt you covering me up and letting me rest.
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Day Five: The Final Submission

It’s the morning of the final day and I, being a morning person, am up and getting everything ready for today. I have placed chains around the pillars and made ready the instruments of torture for today. First I wake Nikki. She is very sleepy and I attach your leash to her and made her come quietly with me. Downstairs to the bathroom and then I take her to the pillar cuffing her facing it and making her stand.

Now it is your turn Helen. I take you downstairs to the bathroom and then tell you that Nikki is awaiting us as I cuff you to the other pillar facing outward. I have coffee ready and allow the both of you to wake up and sip some. I look at you this morning and see that I have indeed become a Slave, a Master and a man of your tastes. I tell you that you have asked me to hurt Nikki and make her cry. I tell you it’s time now to do that. Only then do I tell you it’s your turn to be submissive also.

I have you facing Nikki as I tie her feet close to the pillar and she is hugging it tightly because she knows what is coming. I whisper to her that I am sorry love, you must be taken roughly. I tell Nikki that her Mistress has asked her to take the pain. I now caress Nikki with the flogger gently along her back and legs and between them. I have a nipple clamp with a chain attached to it as I apply one to Nikki’s nipple, then I bring it around the pillar and attach the other one. I put extra pressure on them and see that Nikki has a single tear running down her face and as I kiss it off I tell her it’s much too soon to shed a tear. I reach for the flogger and tell Nikki that I’ll count.

1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18-19-20. Her ass is very red and welted, she is crying but can’t scream I have also put a ball gag in her mouth. She holds onto the pillar very hard as I go around to check on her. I walk up to you and tell you that I have taken her hard and made her cry as you wished. You tell me to do her harder.

I return to Nikki and slide the silver bullet up her very wet pussy and tell her that if she drops it I will double her punishment, it slide all the way up her pussy and she tightens her legs together as best she can. Then, I hear the crack of the whip again as it hits her ass. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. We both look at her and are amazed; she is cumming, crying, and shaking so badly from the punishment. Then 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 again, and she is shaking so bad she can hardly stand up. I leave her as she is for the time being and pick up the riding crop and come over to where you are standing. I tell you to spread your legs out and I am not pleased with the amount you have so swish, I smack the inside of your leg and I hear you cry out as I tell you to spread more and you do. I then take the crop and start whipping it through the air in front of you while you listen to the sound it makes. Then as if on cue, 1-2-3-4-5-6, your nipples are on fire as the crop stings them hard. 7-8-9-10 as I finish the first one, then I move over to the other one and 1-2-3-4-5, your are pleading with me, please don’t do anymore Master and I move up and tell you I must finish this my lover and as I back up 6-7-8-9-10 I finish the second nipple, they are now so red and swollen. I put the crop in your mouth to hold as I kiss and suck each one tenderly and as I finish I squeeze each one between my fingers making you jump.

I take the crop and stand back, 1-2-3-4-5, as I whip your pussy lips sending you screaming, 6-7-8-9-10 each time harder than the other and I see tears in your eyes as I come up close and kiss you. I put the crop back between your teeth as I go back to Nikki. She is still shaking from the bullet inside her and I take the nipple clamps off of her and return to you. Your nipples are still sore and red as I suck each one hard and attach the clamps to both of them. Then back to Nikki I tell her I am going to remove the ball gag and uncuff her but she must get on her hands and knees in front of you. I also tell her that if she looses the vibe I’ll whip her again. I lead her by the leash over to you and tell her to stay. I then kneel down in front of you and open your pussy lips and find your clit hiding inside, then I gently kiss and suck it until it is hard, knowing that you are very sore down there still. I can hear your shortness of breath already and I squeeze your clit hard sending you cumming for a moment and then I stand up and take each one of your legs over my shoulder with you leaning against the pillar and I slide my cock very deep inside you. Your pussy is very hot and wet from the beatings and my sucking. I fuck you very hard and my cock is so big today because I am very excited. You cum again while I continue to fuck you, and then I cum very hard inside you. I can feel your pussy muscles squeezing my cock trying to milk it and I tell you to close your legs while I lower you and keep my juices inside you.

Then back over to Nikki she is very shaken and still cumming off and on with the bullet inside her. I tell her to move up and eat my cum out of your pussy and don’t let any of it fall. She is on all fours between your legs eating you. As her tongue cleans you out you send another flood into her mouth. Behind her I have oiled my cock and I slide it up her ass while she continues to eat you. You can see that I am pounding her ass very hard as you feel her mouth taking you, I see you cum yet another time watching me fuck her ass roughly. I am getting close now and pull back on Nikki’s leash and tell her to sit and take my cock down her throat. Right in front of you she moves back and I slide half way in, I grab her head and fuck her mouth, I know I will cum hard again and I start sliding deeper with each stroke. I am hitting her tonsils hard as I start to cum and I pull her mouth down over me deeper entering her throat and cumming for a long time as I hold her head in place. After I pull out I allow Nikki to clean my cock and then I move over to you and help you slide down the pillar until you are sitting, then I remove the nipple clamps from you. Then I remove the bullet from Nikki and lead her over to and instruct her to sit with her legs over you facing you. I cuff her to the pillar with the two of you kissing each other and I watch the two of you for awhile and then go shower and see what’s for lunch.

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