Sex Show Stories

My Master has wanted to posses my mouth, cunt, and ass, but up to this point in time he has owned all but one, my ass. Today he will own all three.

I came down the stairs leading to our bedroom. My nipples sticking out of my shirt from the rings I placed on them this morning. It has made them very sensitive to touch. Slowly I take off my shirt and pants, exposing my red tingly nipples, and clean shaven pussy, wet still from my morning play session. As I get into bed I start kissing your neck and nibbling on your delectable ears as I rub my nipples on your chest. Trailing kisses and bites down your chest I take your aroused nipples into my mouth and start sucking, biting, sucking, making them hard and tingling. Moving downwards, I work my tongue in little circles on your groin. I have reached your now erect cock, softly nibbling the head, you start pushing up your pelvis, making me take you deeper and deeper into my mouth. I suck hard, moving my mouth up and down your shaft, taking you deeper and deeper until my gag reflex squeezes the head and clamps down, sending electric surges through my body.

I release your cock and move down to your inner thigh, where I so gently place kisses and lightly bite leaving only small tattle tale reminders of having been there. I take your balls, suctioning one into my mouth, running my tongue all over it and applying gentle pressure. Slowly releasing it I take the other one. Rolling my tongue around it you start to moan and push.

Letting go of it I work my way up your shaft and take your engorged cock back into my awaiting mouth, you thrust it deep, instantly. As you continue to fuck my face, I quickly swallow making it close tightly around your cock head, you moan, one good hard push and you are down the throat, my muscles constricting, giving you a fucking sensation.

As we get into rhythm, I slowly withdraw your cock and put you urgently into my dripping, hot, cunt. Moving up and down your shaft squeezing harder and harder, ready to cum, you lift me off and roll on top of me. Taking my breast you start milking it, twisting, and pulling the nipple adding just the right amount of pain to send wanting through my body.

I start lifting it higher so you will take it into you mouth, as I do you bite once hard and start sucking, pulling your mouth off as you start again. This time as you clamp your lips around the breast, taking as much as you can onto your mouth, sucking hard then you bite down releasing it through clenched teeth sending me into a head spin. You know I have cum. Taking your fingers you ram them into my cunt as I proceed to fuck them.

Thrusting your fingers in and out you get them soaked. As you come out you run your fingers up to my clit where you lube it with hot cum. Knowing I want so much more, you put your fingers back inside my cunt and as I start fucking them you kiss my bud. As I thrust up my pelvis you start sucking it, pulling it up with each motion. Sucking it harder and harder, you start to bite, OH so gently, making cum shoot out of my cunt.

Taking the cum that is dripping into your hand you rub it on my anal opening. Using it to lube the opening so you can stretch and relax the muscle. Sucking and biting my clit, you make me cum again. This time as I do you put two fingers in my ass. Pushing and turning them, as you continue to eat my pussy. Finally you have three fingers in and you know that I am now ready.

You reposition yourself to insert your cock in my ass; I quickly lift my pelvis, hook my legs around your waist and draw you deep into my cunt. You let my cunt fuck you a few times and then move my legs and flip me over. I get on all fours as you let me take your cock inside my cunt one more time. Hitting my special spot that sends cum streaming down your shaft. I am just crazy with desire and wanting.

Reaching around I grab your huge erection and shove it into my ass. God it feels so good. Moving forward and back I start to thrust my ass against your groin. Faster and faster, I can feel you getting ready to release your cum. One good push and you spew your juice deep inside my ass. You quickly pull out and ram it into my cunt so I can squeeze the remaining cum into my cunt. Super satisfied you pull out your cock and watch as our combined cum seep out of both holes. We both know now that you very definitely own, now and forever, every hole I posses.

I am Sean and Kasey is my slave, but not long ago the tables were turned. I lost a bet with Kasey and I had to submit to her wishes for 24 hours. I received my simple instructions via e-mail. I was ordered to shower well, dress in a blue working singlet and shorts, perform 2 hours of manual labour and then knock on my own dungeon door and wait to be let in. The first part of the instructions may seem to be a bit bizarre, but not nearly as bizarre as what was to follow. I knew exactly why Kasey had given me these particular instructions.

I have a shower in my dungeon and an entertainment area adjoining it, so it wasn’t difficult to comply with my mistress for a day. I showered, dressed and busied myself with some renovations in the entertainment area, I had been planning for some time. I didn’t re-enter the dungeon and at the appointed time, made my way around the front and knocked. I was confident that I could easily handle anything that Kasey may dish out or demand of me.

She didn’t make me wait like I do to her, she called me in straight away and I immediately got my first surprise. Standing there were Kasey and her two good friends Trudy and Gabby. A number of things went through my head, but I can’t remember in what order. I remember thinking that as far as I knew Trudy and Gabby weren’t into Bondage and Discipline, for that matter I thought of them as very straight and inhibited. I also remember taking in the fact that all three were dressed very similarly, but in different colours and that all three had there breasts completely exposed to me.

Each woman had very different tits. Kasey’s full and fleshy, swinging and bouncing with every little movement and tipped with semi stiff, pink nipples. Gabby’s in contrast were much smaller and firmer, with equally small, but very hard brown nipples. Trudy’s tits were somewhere in between in size, a little floppy and the nipple not appearing to be excited at all and the areola, extremely large, covering almost half the area of each breast.

They all wore black corsets, Kasey’s trimmed in red, Trudy’s in purple and Gabby’s in cream. They also wore black micro mini skirts which showed off their garters and stocking tops to perfection. They all wore sheer black stockings and strappy shoes with stiletto heels. It was obvious to me that all three had been drinking a fair bit of alcohol and that I must have looked totally gobsmacked because I could hear Trudy and Gabby giggling, but the smile on Kasey’s face was malicious.

She almost snarled as she said “Welcome to my den slave boy, follow us.” I didn’t have to follow far until the women sat down on three chairs, beside each of which was a table with bottles of each woman’s favourite pre-mixed drink. Kasey sat to my left, Trudy in the middle and Gabby to my right. As they sat, my eyes found it difficult to decide which skirt to watch as they rode up these sexily clad woman’s legs. I didn’t need to worry, because each skirt stopped just short of the pussies I was desperate to gaze upon.

Gabby leaned over to Kasey and giggled “Will he really do anything we tell him to?”

Kasey answered “I told you he would and he will. Watch this.” She turned to me and commanded “You’re going to perform a striptease for us, boy and I don’t want any pissy, half-arsed effort. I want you to imagine you are a professional, but working a private party. You know that you’ll pay dearly if you don’t please me and my friends.”

My mind was reeling. I felt like a bit of a goose, not having a stripper’s body and not having an ounce of rhythm. I also thought about what Gabby and Trudy might say afterwards, considering I see them outside this arena, but I knew I had to put everything into it.

Kasey picked up a remote control, pressed a button and You Shook Me All Night Long came pounding from the speakers around the room. I started slowly, rotating my hips and then my upper body. I was encouraged by the way the woman stopped engaging with each other and watched my every move. Surprisingly, they weren’t laughing, rather they had a look of anticipation on their faces.

As I moved around the room to the beat of the music, I stayed just out of their reach as they tried to grab me. The egged me on further. I’d always found the sight of women doing that type of thing particularly horn inspiring (rather than the usual comments about how pathetic they looked, trying to get a hold of male stripper’s bodies).

As I made pass close to them, I ripped off my blue singlet (which was dripping in perspiration from my dancing efforts and earlier labours) and threw it at Kasey, who grabbed it eagerly and held it to her face, smelling the testosterone now infused in it. That was reason for her unusual request for me to do manual work. She has a fetish for the smell of male perspiration, fresh perspiration, not stale sweat.

When I exposed my chest, stomach and back, all three women actually cheered and hooted. This made me feel more at ease and less inhibited and as such, the gyrating of my hips increased.

As the song ended and Freeze Frame began, I knew I needed to add something extra, otherwise I wouldn’t please my mistress. I stood in front of Gabby, pushing my hips back and forth and the leaned forward, offering her my right nipple. She leaned forward and eagerly licked it, making it stiffen almost painfully.

Without being invited, Trudy also leaned forward and took my left nipple into her mouth, sucking it hard and licking it at the same time. Both women reached for my crotch at the same time and I slapped their hands away and pulled back from them, admonishing them “Tut, tut ladies, you are only allowed to touch what is exposed.” They both laughed, getting into the spirit of the tease.

I moved over to Kasey and straddled her legs, gently sitting on her lap facing her. I took her big tits in my hands and moved them so that each her nipples ever so lightly grazed mine. My nipples went to an unprecedented level of hardness and I felt Kasey’s nipples harden against them. I moved her nipples in circular motions over mine and her head went back as she closed her eyes and moaned. I kept this up for a short while until I felt her legs begin to open and then jumped off her and continued the striptease.

I began to bump and grind and noticed that Gabby’s eyes never left the growing bulge in my shorts, Trudy’s legs parted, quite deliberately showing me her shaved pussy and Kasey did the same, but was also quite openly twiddling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. I moved toward Gabby and pointed to the button of my shorts and she keenly undid it. I moved on to Trudy and pointed the tag on my zipper. She leaned forward and kissed my bulge and then pulled the zipper down.

I stood with my back to Kasey and grabbed her hands by the wrists, pushing her thumbs into the belt hoops either side of my shorts. She immediately pulled my shorts down, exposing my cheeks (due to the g-string she had made me wear) and leaned forward and bit my right cheek hard enough to almost draw blood.

I laughed and drew away as Freeway of Love came over the speakers. I gyrated, moving around in front of them, my butt almost totally exposed and my cock fully stiff, pushing the small amount of material away from my waist. I turned to see that all three women had their legs spread, their skirts up to their waists and were masturbating fervently, each with a different style.

Kasey was moving her middle finger of her right hand up and down her increasingly wet slit, from her puckered brown hole to her clit and back again. Her touch was very light, no more than a whisper. Gabby held her lips open with the index and middle fingers of her left hand while the middle finger of her right finger frantically rubbed her clit. Trudy had two fingers inside her clearly wet cunt and was finger fucking herself like there was no tomorrow.

I must say that I extremely turned on by the fact that these women were moved to masturbate while watching me strip. I got even bolder and stood in front of Gabby, bending over and pulling the g-string down, exposing my shaved balls. She leaned forward and took them in the palm of her hand.

“Fucking hell, they’re almost the size of eggs” she exclaimed as she weighed them in her hands, “and it feels like he’s got a big load in there.”

I moved over to Trudy and repeated the move, but this time, pulling my cheeks apart. Trudy commented “Very nice” in a surprisingly calm voice, considering the pounding she’d been giving her cunt. She took her wet fingers from her hole and smeared her juices up and down my arse crack, paying particular attention to my puckered hole.

I then moved onto Kasey, who moved forward and took my balls in her palm in the same way that Trudy had. She then surprised the hell out of me by moving her head forward and licking Trudy’s juices from along my crack, also paying particular attention to my now spasming arsehole. I had to move or I might lose my load there and then.

It was now time to go the Full Monty and as I made a fucking motion with my hips, I turned and removed the g-string, before turning face on to these three horny women. I just stood there, just out of their reach, my balls hanging and full of semen and my cock standing straight and proud.

The lighting emphasized the throbbing veins of my shaft and the blood red head. All three women just stared at it and clapped. I was taken aback by that, because I am in no way overly well endowed.

Kasey used the remote control to turn the music off and in a stern voice said “Now boy, it’s time to show the girls your diamond.”

The other two women looked a bit nonplussed, but I knew exactly what Kasey was referring to. I took the shaft of my cock in my hand and slowly moved the skin back and forth, pushing the foreskin over the lip of my helmet until it nearly disappeared completely and then pulling it back until it stretched tight.

It didn’t take long for my “diamond” to appear, a crystal clear drop of fluid emerged from the eye of my knob, glinting in the light. It was the very first drop of issue that is often missed, so clear because it contains no sperm, no semen, just clear salty fluid. “Now come here and give your diamond to your mistress.”

Holding my cock at the base, keeping the skin pulled fully back, I moved towards Kasey and stood in front of her. She moved her mouth towards me and then stuck out her tongue, licking from the base of my helmet and upwards, so that just as she reached the tip, the drop fell onto her tongue.

You could cut the air with a knife, the tension was so great. All attention was focused on that clear drop of fluid and Kasey’s tongue. She licked upwards so that, quite deliberately, a strand of liquid joined her tongue and my cock and then took the head completely in her mouth, sucking hard and making me flinch.

The moan that escaped Kasey’s lips as she removed her mouth from my cock was the only sound that could be heard in the dungeon.

The spell was broken by Trudy’s croaking voice claiming, “I want some” followed by Gabby’s “Me too.”

Kasey gave them a wicked smile and said “There’s only ever one diamond, girls. But I’m sure the boy can provide you with a pearl or two.”

By this Kasey meant the following drops of precum fluid would have a pearly appearance as the semen joined it.

I moved so that my rock hard tool was inches from Gabby’s face. My hand moved to wards it, but Gabby stopped me, “No, let me coax it out.” She took me in her hand and started to wank me quickly.

I stopped her and said, “No, do it slowly, otherwise it will just pour out.” She nodded her understanding and moved my foreskin up and down slowly, just the way I had done. Soon a pearly drop of juice appeared and she took me in her and greedily licked at the opening at the end of my knob.

Trudy repeated the process, but instead of just taking my helmet, she kept going until her lips were kissing the base and my head was at the back of her throat. “Take it easy, we don’t want him to shoot yet” Kasey admonished her.

Trudy pulled back with a lusty look on her face and gasped “No we don’t, I want his cock in me right now.”

I took a step back and Kasey replied “You’ll get what I let him give you, bitch. Besides, I told you that puny thing isn’t his best asset. Show the ladies your tongue, boy.”

I was a little embarrassed and a lot turned on by being spoken about this way and I slowly revealed the length and breadth of my tongue, which is pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.

Gabby blushed bright red and Trudy growled, wide-eyed “I’ll have some of that, thank you very m.”

Kasey interrupted with “Not until I’m finished with it” as she draped her knees over the arm of her chair, revealing her juicy pussy to me, the lips slowly peeling apart and then pulling them apart with her fingers showing me her hardening clit.

She commanded me to “Get on your knees, boy and lick me dry.”

I had always thought that was an impossibility, after all the more you lick a pussy, the wetter it gets, but I wasn’t in a position to argue so I knelt before my mistress.

I allowed the tip of my tongue just barely touch Kasey’s rosebud and licked just as gently along her slit until I removed it just short of reaching her clit. I could clearly hear Kasey sigh, but she didn’t complain because she loved to be teased first. She then moaned, “Lick them” and I thought ‘What the?’ and looked up to see Trudy and Gabby on either side of her bending down to take a nipple each in their mouths.

My cock twitched and I thought if this was what it was like to be Kasey’s slave, I might have to reverse our roles permanently. I then placed the tip of my tongue on her rosebud again and laid the flat of it along her slit, before licking up it, again stopping short of her clit.

I could hear the sound of the girls licking and sucking on Kasey’s tits and thought this was a good time to dive in. Kasey’s cunt was already wide open and I extended my tongue to its fullest, stiffened it and plunged it into the tight, hot wet hole.

Kasey’s cunt instinctively pushed against my tongue, tightening around it, but my tongue held firm. When the moist walls relaxed, I wriggled my tongue around opening her pussy and savouring the taste of her juices.

Kasey’s cream poured into my mouth as she groaned loudly “Fuck me with your tongue, boy” and she arched her back and pushed her cunt into my face. I pushed back and started moving my tongue in and out in a fucking motion, increasing the speed as Kasey increased her moans.

Trudy moved her hand down to rub Kasey’s clit, but I pushed it away. I wanted Kasey to beg for my tongue on it. As I fucked her with my long tongue I placed the middle finger of my right hand on her tight brown hole, not exerting any pressure, just tickling it gently.

Kasey’s anus started to twitch, almost inviting me to push, but I carried on tickling. I slowly withdrew my tongue and licked her perineum, immediately above my finger and then licked along her gash, flattening my tongue and wiping it over her clit, flicking it with the tip. I used the end of my tongue in a butterfly fashion over her nub and I could tell she would soon explode.

I placed my right index finger at the entrance of Kasey’s vagina and when I felt her getting close to peaking, I push my hand forward so that my fingers penetrated both of her holes.

Kasey’s hips pushed forward and she let out a guttural groan “Oooooh fuuuuuck” she screamed as I closed my lips over her clit and sucked while I licked.

This brought Kasey to a crashing climax. First I felt her pussy walls tighten on my finger and next her arsehole clenched and then started spasming on my middle finer. This was followed by her cunt doing the same and her girl spunk started to flow into my palm. She bucked and pushed, whimpered and moaned as her climax peaked.

She pulled herself away and her clit popped out my mouth and my fingers slid out of her holes. As she looked down on me with glazed eyes, I licked her juices from my hand and whispered “Thank you mistress.”

Gabby, who had been fairly reserved up until now yelled, “Fuck me with your tongue now, you fucking worm.”

Kasey, who recovered her senses quickly, stopped her by declaring “You’ll get it eventually Gabby, but for now, it’s time to truss him up. Stand over by the ‘examination table’ boy.”

The examination table is something that I had made especially for me. It can be adjusted to lengthen or shorten, to be widened or narrowed and to be heightened and lowered. I had been fully expecting to be tied up, but not in the way Kasey planned.

I stood by the table, my cock now thicker with blood than usual and throbbing madly. Precum was now literally pouring out of it and I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to cum.

Kasey knew this too and that was the reason for her next move. Trudy brought the nooses down from the ceiling and looped them over my hands, behind my back before tightening them and ensuring I could not use them.

Kasey then ordered Gabby, “Get me the cock rings.” ‘An interesting turn of events, but probably a good idea considering my current state’ I thought, but then wondered why she had used the plural.

Kasey then took the first one, stretched it and slid it over the head of my cock and down the shaft. When she reached the base, she stretched the bottom part and pushed my swollen balls through it, one at a time.

She then took the second ring and slid it down my cock, not stretching it as much as the first so that it pulled my foreskin down tight and painfully. When it reached the base of my cock, she released it so that it smacked against my shaft. The top part rested against the first ring and the bottom part trapped my balls between it and the first ring.

“This way, boy, you’ll stay hard and won’t be able to release your spunk even if you orgasm.” I thought this was a very clever idea and accepted it, not that I had any choice! Being trussed like this was painful but also very horny.

The combination of the pain and the situation made my prick jerk, which didn’t go unnoticed by Trudy, who I suspected was the nastiest of the three women. “Look at that. The dirty fucker loves it.”

Kasey smiled and remarked “I’m sure he does, but I wonder if he will enjoy the other surprises we have for him.”

Karla Shaw, the busty 40-year-old blonde advanced towards the gurney where the lovely 38-year-old sex slave, Idaho, lay strapped down and waiting for her. Karla placed a stool in the middle of the inverted Y-shaped trolley and sat down. “Oh dear, Idaho, you’re just a little bit too high for me, I’ll have to bring you down a bit,” the Los Angeles property millionaire’s wife announced.

Karla stood and pumped the treadle allowing the gurney to come down slightly. The blonde settled back on the stool and announced to her captive audience: “Perfect, now I can give you a nice licking, my dear, that’ll be nice, won’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress Karla,” the naked Amazon replied.

“Oh, no need to be so formal, my dear,” Karla said in her friendliest voice. “There’s no other mistresses here at the moment so ‘mistress’ will be just fine, my darling.”

“Thank-you, mistress,” Idaho whispered.

“Now this is the first time I’ve enjoyed your company alone, so we can have a lovely chat while I help you along to an orgasm and I’m really looking forward to hearing all about your life here, my dear Idaho,” said the torturess.

Karla ran her tongue along her prisoner’s recently-flogged pussy flesh. “There, is that nice?” she cooed.

“Yes, thank-you mistress, it’s lovely,” the bound beauty replied.

“I know you embezzled a lot of money from Kurt’s company, my dear, and you could have gone to prison, couldn’t you?” The blonde admitted that.

“But Kurt decided to take care of you by making you his sex slave - I guess that was really kind of him, when you consider how you would have been treated in prison, isn’t it?”

Karla resumed licking the woman’s pussy as Ihado responded: “Yes, it was very kind of him and Mistress Barbara, mistress. I’m told dreadful things go on in prisons.”

Karla smiled: “So really all the sex games you play here are far preferable, eh, my dear?”

“Oh yes, mistress. I’ve heard horror stories of what goes on in some prisons,” said Idaho, quite truthfully.

“And Kurt looks after you?” inquired Karla.

“He’s very kind, mistress,” said Idaho as her pussy started to throb from the woman’s attentions. “I get lovely meals, I enjoy fine wines, I exercise in the gym, I swim in the pool - it’s lovely here,” said the sex slave.

“And you get to fuck your master,” Karla reminded her.

“Yes, he’s very good with his cock, mistress,” said the slave.

“And his wife - you get to play with her, too?”

“Yes, mistress,” said the strapped-down slave.

“Who do you prefer?” asked Karla.

Idaho’s mind raced. “I prefer the person who’s playing with me at the time, mistress,” said Idaho, quickly. “Very diplomatic, my dear,” Karla laughed. “So I take it you’re a bi-sexual masochistic whore?”

Idaho agreed: “Yes, I guess you could say that, mistress.”

Karla lapped at the woman’s juicy pussy for a moment and then asked: “You slept with my husband on our first night here - how does he rate in the fuck and suck department?”

“Oh, he’s lovely,” said the slave, “a lovely cock, good with his tongue. I had a good time with Master Brad, mistress.”

“And last night you slept with my son, young Timmy. How about him, Idaho?”

Idaho gulped and then replied: “He’s lovely, too, mistress.”

Karla licked at the slave’s piss flaps and then nibbled at her clit before responding. “Well, Idaho, I have to tell you something. Timmy told me in a quiet moment this morning before the boys went upstate to that whore house of your master’s, that he has a huge pash on you - he really likes you.”

“Thank-you mistress,” said the prisoner.

“But there’s a problem - he says that you make him come too quickly.”

Idaho realised she was expected to answer: “I’m sorry, mistress.”

Karla moved on: “Thank-you my dear, so you agree that your technique is somewhat faulty in that regard - you make him come too quickly, thus depriving of full sexual gratification. That’s rather naughty, isn’t it?”

“Yes, mistress,” Idaho said, quietly, “I guess it is.”

Karla licked the bound prisoner from anus to mons and snapped: “No ‘guess’ about it, Idaho, it’s very naughty. But I have an idea - I’m going to get Timmy to fuck you later, and I shall observe your technique and see where you’re going wrong, see what needs to be done to enable him to last longer before shooting, a sort of fucking examination. There, that’s a good idea, isn’t it?”

Idaho almost sobbed: “Yes, mistress, it’s a very good idea.”

Karla pulled her head away from the slave’s crotch and stood up. She stepped away from the gurney, off to one side and removed her PVC bikini bottom.

“Now I’m sorry to do this to you, my darling, but I have to piss. I’ve never pissed down a woman’s mouth before and I’m a little worried about some of my stream missing the target, so I was wondering, is there is piss funnel in the torture chamber?”

Karla knew very well that there was, she had seen one on one of the chamber’s equipment tables.

“Yes, mistress,” Idaho said, in a small voice, “on the bench next to the whip rack.”

Karla walked over and found a large red plastic funnel with straps attached to its shaft about an inch from the end. She walked back to Idaho and placed the first inch of the funnel’s tunnel into the slave’s mouth, then took the straps around the back of the woman’s blonde hair and tied them tight.

Karla then put one of her high-heels in the stirrup at the head of the torture bench and placed her other across the slave’s body, before planting it in the opposite stirrup. Standing fully erect, Karla found that her shaved pussy was now about an inch from the rim of the funnel. “Now I want you to block the end of the funnel - no drinking until I give the word, Idaho,” she ordered.

Then she relaxed and succumbed to the temptation that had been growing in her bladder for the last 20 minutes or so - a strong, thick stream of yellow piss flooded into the funnel. Karla’s stream ran for a good 50 seconds, until a few final drops dripped into the funnel. Karla then dismounted from the stirrups and looked down at the anguished slave.

“Right, Idaho, I’m away to have a chat with your mistress - no cheating, no drinking till I get back, there’s a good girl. I can see the level is just an inch from the top, so I’ll know if you’ve taken a sly swallow!”

Karla then realised that Idaho was going to have a helluva job keeping the funnel in place, so she unstrapped the woman’s wrists from her sides.

“Hold onto the funnel with your hands, just make sure you don’t spill any, there’s a dear.” And with that the nearly-naked dominatrix turned on her heel and walked out of the torture chamber, leaving the slave supporting the funnel holding the warm piss.

Karla skipped upstairs and entered the large lounge. “You won’t guess what I’ve left her doing,” she started to say as she walked into the room, then her words dried up.

Standing in front of the long couch Karla saw the broad back of a Nevada Highway Patrol officer. Beside him, turning to stare at her was a large blonde woman, also from the NHP. Seated in front of them were Barbara and Kelly, both covered up in towelling robes.

Suddenly, Karla became aware that she was naked. Her hands flew to cover her pussy and her breasts.

The male member of the Highway Patrol team turned and stared at her. “Ma’am,” he drawled, “I’d be obliged if you’d get yourself clothed and then join us here, I’ve got something to tell yo’all.”

Karla sprinted upstairs, quivering from shame, her heart thumping. She pulled a robe on and tried to compose herself as she walked back.

While this was going on, the male patrolman turned to Barbara and Kelly and said: “‘Scuse us, ladies, but I’m gonna have a quiet word with my partner.”

Out in a corridor, out of earshot from the pair, the patrolman told the big blonde: “Somethin’ weird going on here, Tammi. We get here and find two stark-naked women watching a torture video, then a third naked woman arrives from downstairs.

“After I’ve broken the news to them, you snoop around downstairs, see if there’s a basement. There’s somethin’ funny goin’ on here.”

When Karla returned, she slipped onto the couch beside her daughter. Then all three looked up at the male officer.

“Now ladies,” he said, after clearing his throat and removing a pocket book from his tunic, “I unnerstand that Mr Kurt Hunt is the owner of a bordello upstate and that he went to visit it today, correct?”

Barbara Hunt nodded: “Yes, he’s my husband and he went with Karla’s husband Brad and their son, Timmy.”

Karla raised her hand, like a kid in class, and whispered: “I’m Karla Shaw and this is my daughter, Kelly.”

The officer nodded. “Well, ladies, I’m afraid I have some bad news,” he said, gravely. “It would appear that these gentlemen were on the top floor of the bordello when there was some sort of gas explosion.”

The three women stiffened.

The officer went on: “Some sort of heating malfunction, the experts are checking it out. It appears that the gennelmen were with three, er, three ladies.”

Barbara nodded almost automatically. “Yes, they’d gone up to er, interview three new ladies at the parlour. But are you sure it’s my husband and the Shaws?”

The officer paused. “How can I put this, ma’am? Er, let’s say we only know there were six naked bodies at the scene of the explosion, but there was a changing room off from where the explosion took place. Seems like a concrete wall sheltered it from the blast.

“We found three wallets, three drivers licences, one for Nevada, the other two from California. The Nevada licence was made out to, let’s see here, Kurt Hunt, aged 45, industrialist.”

Barbara stifled a sob: “That’s my husband.”

The officer read from his note book again: “And the California licences were made out to Brad Shaw, aged 40, property developer, and Timothy Shaw, aged 18, student.”

Karla croaked: “My husband, my son.” Then she broke down.

The trio had been so riveted by the officer’s announcement, that none noticed the large blonde patrolwoman step quietly from the room. Finding the stairs leading down to where the naked woman had emerged earlier, Tammi walked carefully down to the basement corridor.

At the door to the torture chamber, she hesitated, then very slowly, opened it. An experienced officer she may have been but the sight that greeted her caused her to gasp in shock.

On the gurney, her pussy reddened by the attentions earlier, lay Idaho, holding the funnel containing Karla’s urine. Tammi checked to find the room empty but for herself and the naked prisoner, then stepped over to the gurney.

Bending over she sniffed at the liquid in the funnel. “Is that what I think it is, hon?” she asked.

“Mmmmm,” Idaho replied, flicking her eyebrows up and down in what the officer took as a “Yes”.

With a flick of her wrist, Tammi smacked the funnel from Idaho’s mouth, spraying the contents onto the floor. The patrolwoman then walked around the gurney unstrapping the large blonde.

When she was unbound, Idaho sat up. Tammi put her arms around her and asked: “What do they do to you, hon?”

Idaho whispered “They torture me”, then broke down into sobs, her tears wetting the top of the officer’s tunic.

“Not any more, hon,” said the officer, “not any more.”

EPILOGUE:

The police had found enough incriminating evidence in the video tapes to build a very impressive case. Defense counsel tried to argue that Idaho had been a willing participant, but a wily old judge was having none of it.

“Don’t give me that kinda horse hockey, counsellor,” he snapped at one such feeble attempt to divert the trio’s guilt. “This lovely lady may be a mighty fine actress, but she ain’t no Bette Davis or Katherine Hepburn. I’ve seen the disgusting tapes, so don’t you try pulling that kinda wool over these old eyes.”

Attempts to suggest that Idaho enjoyed her torments, as reflected by her appearance in the torture program on the sex channel didn’t wash with the judge, either. “If I had my way, that channel would be outlawed, but these days anything goes on cable TV,” he snapped. “Anyway, you tryin’ to tell me that she begged to go on the show, counsellor?”

In the end, Barbara received eight to 12 years in prison, as she had been involved in inflicting the indignities on Idaho for the longest.

Karla received six years in prison “because you shoulda known better, missy”, according to the judge.

Kelly got two years - her youth being taken into account, but her obvious relish at what she was doing as evidenced by the video tapes, counting against her.

Then the judge turned to Ihado’s admitted embezzlement from the late Kurt Hunt’s business: “You did wrong, young lady, but you admit it. Normally I’d put you in the state pen, but since you’ve agreed to pay all the money back, I’m deferring sentence for two years. Keep your nose clean for that period of time and the state of Nevada in its infinite mercy will wipe the slate clean. And don’t let me find you in my court again!” All that had been 12 months ago. Idaho lay back on the poolside recliner and sipped on a long glass of rum and coke. Funny, after all the indignities he had inflicted on her, Mr Hunt had left her 20 million in his will - and the ranch!

Mrs Hunt would receive 50 million, but that would only be after her term of incarceration - still at least seven years to go!

Kelly Shaw had been released from youth prison after 12 months. She had received time off for good behaviour and would have been the first to admit her experiences behind bars had changed her. From being a sadistic little slut, she was now a submissive little slut.

Idaho checked her watch. Just gone 2 o’clock and really hot. She adjusted her bikini top, decided to go bare-crotched and pulled on a sun-shading stetson before walking over to the parked Jeep.

Kelly, stark naked save for sox and sturdy boots, was already “hitched” up to it with the tow rope taut between her legs. Idaho gave her a cheerful pat across her lovely buttocks.

“OK, Kelly,” she grinned, “time for your afternoon walkies.” Then she paused. “Oh, I nearly forgot - I’d better pop inside and get a nice bottle of piss.

“Can’t have you getting dehydrated, can we?”

THEN END

She arose early that sunny Saturday morning. Stepping into the shower, she trembled as her thoughts wandered. Today was the day her beloved Master had chosen to share her with other men. Although she had begged him to spare her this dreaded day, she had vowed to do anything to please him. She washed her hair long blonde hair and shaved her legs. Wrapped in a towel, she carefully polished her long manicured fingernails and then her toenails. As she applied her makeup and dried and curled her hair, she tried to imagine what it would be like. Would there be only one? Or would there be more.he would not tell her what to expect. She was certain of only one thing; her Master would not let him, or them, hurt her beyond what she could endure. A sprtiz of his favorite perfume, and she was ready to dress as instructed.

The black corset, black thong panties, stockings and black dress he had selected for the occasion were laid out on the bed. She dressed slowly. Stepping into the panties that barely covered her shaved pussy, she paused to admire the tattoo of scarlet roses encircling her Master’s initials just above her pussy, which she wore proudly as proof of her commitment to him. She fastened the corset around her, carefully pulled the black nylons on over her long, slender legs, and slipped the skimpy, form-fitting dress over her head. It was nearly time for her to go. She stood in front of the mirror admiring her reflection as she slipped on her high-heeled black pumps and silver hoop earrings. She looked like a whore; her Master would be very pleased.

She stepped out into the warm sunshine and shuddered as if a cold winter breeze had hit her. Driving to the designated hotel, she tried not to think about what her Master had planned.

Her Master would be waiting for her in room 411. Trembling with anticipation, she opened the unlocked door as instructed. Her Master sat in a chair facing the door. He stood as she turned to close the door. She turned to greet him and smiled as he gazed at her. She could tell by the look on his face that he was very pleased indeed. She glanced around the room and saw a video camera mounted on a tripod, several familiar items arranged neatly on a table, and a bottle of her favorite Merlot and two wine glasses on the dresser. Her Master smiled reassuringly, walked over to her and holding her body tight against his, gently kissed her. She heard the door open as he was kissing her.

The very handsome young man her Master had recruited entered and stood watching them kiss, without speaking. Her Master released his hold and turned her around to face the stranger she would be entertaining today, allowing him to admire his whore. She stood trembling as her Master instructed the man to remove her dress. The tall, blonde young man, eager to oblige, slowly slid her dress up over her hips and she raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. She was tempted to try to cover herself with her hands, but she knew she would be corrected severely if she did.

Her Master said, Get down on your knees Whore.”

“Yes, Sir, she replied.

On her knees, she opened the young man’s pants, as instructed, exposing his already hard huge cock. Open your mouth and suck his cock Whore, her Master ordered. Still shaking she slid her mouth over the stranger’s cock and bracing herself with her hands on his legs she closed her eyes and sucked the throbbing cock until she was told to stop. Do not close your eyes again unless I tell you to said her Master sternly. Ordered to remove his pants, the young man stood, half naked, waiting. Now sit on the bed, pull your tits out and make your nipples hard for our friend, Whore. Flushed with embarrassment, she pulled her tits out of the corset and stroked her nipples until they stood at attention while her Master and the smiling stranger watched. Does my whore please you? her Master asked the young man.

“Yes sir, she’s very beautiful, the young man replied without hesitation.

“Would you like to suck on those big tits? her Master asked him.

“Yes, I would he said, and kneeling down he took both of her tits in his hands and began sucking on her hard nipples, first one, then the other. She felt her cunt growing wet with pleasure despite her anxiety and looked at her Master for reassurance. His expression told her he was very pleased.

While watching the handsome stranger earnestly sucking and licking her nipples, the door opened again. She gasped involuntarily as she looked up to see three more young men enter the room. The last one closed the door and locked it. They stood watching, fascinated, as the first man continued sucking. We are going to call them Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, her Master said to her.

“FOUR of them she said to herself in terror, not looking at their faces.

Handing Mark the cuffs and a rope, he said, Tie her hands. He did so while Matthew, the blonde stranger, continued sucking her nipples. Her Master said, Lay your head down on the bed. She reclined, glad to be looking at the ceiling, but somewhat frightened as well, and unable to move her arms. Tear her panties off, he said to Matthew. She felt his hands grab her panties and with one hard pull they were off. Open your legs Whore, he commanded her. Spreading her legs, she felt mortified and totally exposed. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the raw lust in the faces of the strangers watching. Forgetting her Master’s instructions to keep her eyes open, she heard her Master shout, OPEN your eyes Whore. She opened her eyes, knowing she had just earned a harsh correction.

“Which one of you wants to eat that dripping cunt? he asked the men who stood gazing at his whore. With eyes focused on the ceiling above her she felt one of them begin to lick her cunt. Spreading her cunt lips open with his fingers, she felt him bury his tongue inside her. She turned her head and saw her Master smiling warmly at her. Isn’t my whore as beautiful as I said she was? he asked the newcomers, with his eyes still on locked on hers. They all said yes, except for the one with his head still buried in her cunt, and she felt him nod in agreement. As she looked at her Master, still not believing what was happening to her, she was unable to ignore the warmth spreading slowly from her cunt through her body as the man between her legs kept sucking and licking her clit. Her Master grinned at her, relishing the fear and the pleasure he saw in her eyes. Still looking into her beautiful blue eyes, he said, Don’t you want to watch Mark eat you? Yes, sir, she replied. Lifting her head, she looked down at the man vigorously licking and sucking her. She felt her body quivering with each stroke of his tongue on her clit. She was going to cum soon if he did not stop.

“Now I want, you, her Master said, pointing to the now half naked blonde with the huge cock, to take this rope and tie her tits up tight. Temporarily distracted from the enormous pleasure stirring in her cunt, she watched as Matthew straddled her and tied her tits hard and tight into rockets. She felt his hard cock throbbing on her chest. With her nipples now pointed directly at the ceiling, her Master ordered Mark to stop licking her cunt, and told them to move her onto the bed and lay her on her side. He gave John a condom, and told him to fuck his whore. She moaned softly as John’s hard cock entered her dripping cunt from behind, and her hips began to move with his rhythmic strokes. Then her Master handed Mark a large dildo from the table to shove into her sweet, tight ass while John continued fucking her.

Feeling humiliated and helpless, she tried not to look at the other two men watching, wanting more than anything to just close her eyes and pretend this was happening to someone else. She could see Matthew stroking his cock and Luke’s cock bulging in his pants, more than ready to participate. Next her Master ordered Luke to drop his pants and put his hard cock in his whore’s mouth. As she was sucking Luke and fucking John, her Master ordered Mark to pull the dildo from her ass and replace it with his cock. Now she was being fucked in her cunt, her ass and her mouth, at the SAME time. Pushing herself past the pain, she began moaning with pleasure as she sucked Luke’s cock. She felt John’s strokes coming faster and heard him cry out loudly as his cum exploded into her.

Her eyes widened when she saw her Master hand Matthew a condom. This cock was too big for her and she knew it. Again she moaned, louder this time, as Matthew’s cock entered her cunt. To her surprise, his cock slid in and out of her wet cunt quite easily.

Now Mark, still fucking her ass, started to move into her harder and faster. She felt his balls slapping her ass and she heard a deep soft growl growing louder with each stroke until finally releasing his cum, he fell, nearly passing out over her. After a moment he picked himself up, put on his underwear and stood next to her Master and John watching.

Her thoughts distracted by Mark falling over her and Matthew’s huge cock in her cunt, she was unaware of Luke’s cock growing suddenly larger in her mouth. He emptied his cock in her without warning. His cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed some of the warm ejaculate involuntarily, the remainder slid down the side of her face and onto the bed. Luke stepped away and joined her Master and John, watching intently.

Nearly exhausted, with the unsavory taste of Luke’s cum still in her mouth, she felt Matthew’s enormous hard cock still pummeling her cunt. She heard him begin to moan softly. As his moaning grew louder, he began slamming his huge cock into her again and again. Tears began streaming down her face, each thrust now causing her to cry out in pain. Matthew finished and pulled his cock out of her. The other three strangers were shouting and applauding. She cringed in humiliation. Only her Master sat quietly gazing at her with pride.

He ordered the four men to dress and leave immediately. Then untying her hands, her Master held her as she sobbed and offered her a hanky to dry her tears and blow her nose. You pleased me very much today Whore, he said, holding her and stroking her hair. But the evening was still young. He hadn’t had his turn with her.

As her sobs subsided, her Master untied the ropes binding her tits, rose, and handed her a short, silky black robe to cover herself. He opened the bottle of Merlot, poured two glasses, and offering her one he toasted her performance. She gulped the first swallow, washing the lingering taste of Luke’s cum from her mouth. Basking in his obvious pride, she smiled back at him. She had pleased him immensely. He stopped the video camera and rewound the tape. Sitting together on the bed, watching the tape, they talked about how she felt as the events unfolded and he told her how he felt watching her.

Surprised by her body’s reaction as they watched and talked, she asked her Master if she could please touch him. He said Yes, please do, my beautiful whore. She was pleased, but not surprised to feel his cock already hard when she touched him. She sat stroking him and cringed in humiliation again as she watched herself lying alone on the bed crying, and heard the cheers and clapping in the background as Matthew finished with her.

Rising from the bed, her Master placed the camera back on the tripod. She watched him remove his clothes with eager anticipation. She smiled, seeing the magnificent, hard cock that gave her so much pleasure spring from his pants. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaning over her, kissed her passionately. He reached for her hair and stroked it as he kissed her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back, and turned her head away from him. With his other arm around her waist, he slid her down on the bed. She gasped loudly as he bit her hard on the back of her neck. Turning her head so she could look at him, he smiled and said, You pleased me very much today Whore.”

She smiled back and said, Thank you, Sir. He reached for the rope and tied her tits up hard, and pulling the rope tighter with each turn, he watched her face grimace in an effort to keep from crying out.

Suddenly his expression changed and he said, You disobeyed me today didn’t you Whore?”

“Yes, Sir, she replied, remembering his repeated order to keep her eyes open. He bound her wrists again with cuffs and rope, and turned her onto her side. She cried out loudly as she felt the large dildo enter her already very sore ass.

“I can see we are going to need the gag, he said to her, and rolling her onto her back again, he told her to open her mouth and inserted a ball with ropes on each end which he tied around her head. She could see how much he liked seeing the fear in her eyes, but he reached for the blindfold on the table next to the bed. Now gagged and blindfolded, she had no idea what sort of correction she would endure.

Straddling her and grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her head hard to the right and bit her neck again, harder this time. She tried hard not to scream, but pain was too great. Muffled by the gag, only her Master heard her cry. He turned her on the bed so her head was hanging off the side. She screamed again as he placed a clamp on first one nipple and then the other. While lying there, panting against the excruciating pain, she heard the distinct sound of the vibrator. Her back arched when he inserted it roughly into her cunt. She sighed with relief as he then removed the clamps from her nipples. She cried out again when his whip landed hard on her bound breasts, and screamed again and again as the whip came down on her until tears were again streaming down her face.

Her Master, finally satisfied that she had learned her lesson, scooped her up gently and laid her head on the pillow. He removed the mask and the gag, wiped away her tears and sucked her tortured nipples. The sensation of his mouth on her nipples and the vibrator still running in her cunt sent huge waves of pleasure through her body. Reaching down, he felt her cunt dripping with desire for him.

He untied her tits, and lying on top of her, he gathered her tits up tight under him and began the rhythmic motion that always set her cunt on fire for him. His head now close to hers, he began talking to her as he continued to move. What are you?, he asked her.

“Your whore, she replied.

“And what will you do for me?, he asked her.

“Anything, anytime, anywhere, she answered. Removing the vibrator, he entered her and with her legs wrapped around him, he began fucking her. Looking into her beautiful eyes, he saw the look of love and absolute devotion that kept him a prisoner to her.

He fucked her hard and long. Seeing her eyes close, feeling her hips moving harder and faster into him and hearing her begin to moan softly, he waited for her orgasms to begin. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. One spectacular orgasm, followed closely by the next, sent her to the place she could only describe as incredibly sweet oblivion; that place where she could hear and see nothing; only savor the delicious sensations his cock produced in her.

He loved the way her body felt under him, and the way her orgasms felt, her warm cunt juices washing over his cock. He felt her body relax and her breathing slow, and she looked and him and smiled. He kissed her as he continued thrusting his awesome, hard cock into her. Cum again Whore, he commanded. Squeezing her cunt tightly around his cock, her orgasms flooded over him again and again until unable to control his response to her any longer, his cum exploded into her with a loud, animalistic cry. She hugged him to her and continuing to squeeze, drained every ounce of his remaining power into her.

Their energy spent, she released her hold on him and he rolled onto the bed beside her. She put one arm over him and laid her head on his chest. She hugged him, and kissed his chest, basking in the afterglow. She could still feel her cunt throbbing with pleasure as they drifted off to sleep.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, you are coming to release me from the shower wall and say, “I think an hour hanging there is more than enough.” An hour? There is no way I could have been there an hour. It seems like only seconds ago that you left. Perhaps that is one of the side effects of the blindfold, too; a loss of time. Either way, as soon as you free my wrists, I feel immediate relief at the more relaxing position.

I feel you step behind me and gently guide me out of the shower, and to the next area you wish to use. Just as I step onto the carpeting of the living room, I hear you say “Stop.” I do my best not to move another muscle. “Kneel,” you command. I begin to sink to my knees and waiver a bit. You grab my arm and support me as I finish kneeling. I feel your hand leave my arm, and then I feel your cock at the lips of my mouth. “Open it,” you say.

I open my mouth and feel your soft cock slid in. I suck it in so that my nose rests in the patch of pubic hair just above. Then I feel you bend over my body. You grab my right wrist, and I feel cold steel and hear the click of a handcuff. You pull my hand behind me, and bring the left hand up to join it. Bending my arms at the elbow, you stand up straight and command, “Make it hard.”

I begin bobbing my head up and down your shaft, feeling it grow in length and hardness as I do. I continue to suck your cock as far down my throat as I can, trying to get my nose back into your pubic hair. I know how much you enjoy it when your cock hits the back of my throat; I can hear the pleasure in the groans that escape your body.

“Stop,” you say. I am confused, knowing that I have been giving you pleasure, but do as I am told.

As soon as I stop, you pull your shaft out of my mouth, drop my hands, and walk behind me. I feel my hands being pulled behind me and hear another click. Suddenly the blindfold is gone, and I turn my head to see what is happening. What meets my eyes is something new. You have taken my handcuffed hands and attached them to an O-ring in the floor, so that my arms are pulled out behind me and locked there. Holding my arms in place is a chain that you silently wrapped around the links between the cuffs. This chain is attached to the O-ring by a padlock. I can see there is no way I will be touching you anytime soon.

While I was inspecting my bindings, you have walked around to stand in front of me again. I turn my head, and look up into your eyes with a question in mine. “There will be plenty of time for ‘touchy-feely’ later,” you say. “For now, this is how I want things, and this is how they will be. Do you have a problem with that?” I shake my head.

“I can’t hear your head rattle, bitch. Now, do you have a problem with my plans?”

“No, sir,” I reply.

“No, who?”

Understanding now what you are looking for, I lower my eyes to look at the floor and answer, “No Master.”

“Much better,” you say. “Now, look at me, and put that cock all the way to the back of your throat.”

I look up at you, locking my eyes with yours, and resume sliding my lips up and down your shaft. I must have been moving too slowly, because you grab the back of my head and begin moving it back and forth much faster. Once you feel that I have obtained the rhythm that you desire, you release my head and tilt your head back in order to just enjoy the sensations. I watch as many different expressions of pleasure pass over your face.

“Stop!” you bark. Due to the gruffness of your voice, I freeze as soon as the single word is out of your mouth. This means that I have stopped with my nose buried in your pubic hair, and your cock at the back of my throat. “The only thing I want you to do now is loosen the tension in your mouth.” I do as I am told.

As you pull out of my mouth, I notice how your shaft glistens with saliva. It practically gleams, like a rare jewel. I am pulled away from my private thoughts, however, by a sharp pain across my breasts. I gasp at the suddenness of the sensation. I raise my eyes to look at you, and see you standing over me with your belt in your hands. A quick glance down at the bright red spot running across my breasts tells me your belt is what was used on my breasts.

I barely get my head out of the way as a second strike comes. Again, I gasp. My gasps are more from surprise than actual pain. The second strike is followed by a third, and a fourth, and a fifth. By the time the fifth strike has landed, I can feel my pussy juices running out onto my thighs, and I am sure you can see it.

The belt drops from your hands, and you step forward and force your cock into my mouth once again. Instead of relying on me, you grab my hair and move my head back and forth, sending your cock to the back of my throat on each and every in stroke. It doesn’t take long, and you shoot a large load of cum into my mouth. Then you look down at me and say, “That’s just the first of many loads that will be shot tonight.”

Your flaccid cock slides out from between my lips and you move behind me and release my arms. I feel you unlock one of the handcuffs, and you bring the hand around in front of me and relock it in the cuff. “You now have permission to relax for a few minutes.”

I settle on my bottom, cross my legs and rest with my hands in my lap.

Karrie is a sexy little bombshell that I’ve been seeing for a few years now. She’s got long blonde hair, beautiful tits, a narrow waist, a nice full ass, and a sexy California tan. She oozes sexuality. She’s high energy and low maintenance. She LOVES group sex, being watched, and fucking in public.

I call Karrie and let her know I’m on my way. As usual she asks me what to wear. I know she’s expecting the same answer I always give her, which is a skirt, no underwear, and something sexy on top. Instead I tell her to wear her collar. When she asks me what else she should wear, I tell her nothing. She giggles and says, “Baby.” Then she asks if I’m serious. I tell her that I am, but that if she’s AFRAID she can put on a robe or something.

When I pull up in front of Karrie’s apartment I call her again from my cell and tell her to meet me out front. I can’t wait to see what she’s wearing.

Karrie walks out the front door wearing a short black silk robe, her studded leather collar with the big ring in front, and a pair of black stilettos. Nothing else. Her hair is fluffed out and in full sex kitten mode, and her pouty lips are colored a crimson red. Her mascara is dark black, giving her green eyes a smoky almost dangerous look.

She climbs into my truck and I hand her a long piece of folded velvet cloth a tell her to blindfold herself. We drive for a while until I’m sure she’s lost all sense of direction, leaving her no idea where we are heading.

Finally, I stop the driving. Karrie can’t see what I’m doing but she can hear me get out of the truck. I open her door and help her out. As she stands, she can feel me attach something to her collar. Seconds later she realizes its a chain.

I fumble for a second at her waist. Finally the robe falls away from her body leaving her naked, outside, in front of anyone who might walk by, but still unable to see where we are.

I take my baby by the elbow. The chain attached to her collar jingles, and its cold links brush across her hardening nipples as I begin leading her forward.

A door opens. In her blind state it sounds big, old, and wooden. Through her blindfold, things get darker, and the sounds of the outdoors start to fade. The door shuts behind us. She knows we’ve gone inside, but inside where?

I wrap my lips around Karrie’s right nipple. As I bite it, not so gently, and pinch the left one, HARD the way she likes it, she can feel the thumb of my other hand massaging her clit and the ring that runs through it. Her excitement starts to build and she leans into me for support, but instead I move away nearly allowing her to fall.

Karrie can no longer feel me near her, or hear me moving. But just as the fear sets in, her heightened senses catch a slight scent of my cologne, and she knows I am right behind her.

I undo her blindfold, and as her eyes adjust to the light, she can see she is standing naked, in the foyer of a massive house. But before she can take in the entire room, I pull gently on the leash attached to her collar and lead her up a very large wooden staircase.

As we reach the second floor, I knock quietly on the first door on the right. Not waiting for an answer, I open the door, enter the room first, and pull her in after.

The room is smallish, and a little messy with dirty clothes, liquor bottles, textbooks, and porn magazines lying here and there. It looks like someone TRIED to straighten up, but failed miserably.

It doesn’t take Karrie long to figure out we’re in a Frat house bedroom! It’s also just then that she notices we’re not alone in the room. Sitting on a couch are two very young men; maybe 20, could be 21. The first is a black guy, tall and slightly muscular with a bald head. The second is a blonde haired white guy. He’s shorter, with hair like his room, slightly messy. He’s got big thick arms, and a deep surfer’s tan.

As we move into the room, the two young studs stand up. Antsy and nervous, they stand side by side in the middle of the room. Obviously they know more about what’s going to happen than Karrie does, and they’re anxious to get started.

With the leash as leverage, I lead Karrie over until we’re face to face with them. I introduce the black guy as Latrell and the surfer as Derrick. From behind, pushing gently on her shoulders, I guide Karrie to her knees. She looks back at me just in time to see me hand her leash, and control, to the taller of the two. Taking hold of her wrists, I place one of her small hands on the quickly growing, cloth-covered cocks of each of the guys. Then I lean down, kiss her hard on the mouth and whisper in her ear, “I’ll be right here watching. Do what they tell you, and don’t disappoint me.”

Tracing the lengths of their cocks through their jeans, my beautiful sex slut starts to work both zippers. Getting them both open, she reaches inside, pulling two huge pricks out into the open.

Although not completely hard yet, they’re both easily bigger than any she’s seen before. They’re even bigger than most of the toys she pleasures herself with when we play, and from the look of awe on her face, I can tell she can’t wait to feel them inside her, pounding away at her pussy and filling her mouth.

Licking her bright red lips, Karrie leans in to get her first taste, her mouth practically watering with anticipation, but before she can satisfy that need, I grab her by the hair telling her to wait. Confused, Karrie looks up and follows my gaze back toward the door just in time to watch at least 7 or 8 people file into the cramped room.

They’re mostly young guys like Karrie’s soon to be lovers, but there are also a couple girls. They brush past her and take seats wherever they can; on the couch, at the desk, and even on the floor, with the girls sitting on the guys’ laps. All eyes are locked on Karrie and the massive cocks encircled by her diminutive hands. They’re here for the show.

The last person through the door is a dark skinned black girl. She’s tall and shaped like an hourglass, with a large heart shaped ass. Her long hair is all in braids, and she’s dressed in a red patent leather bikini, the top of which struggles to hold in her large, perfectly shaped tits. Her hard nipples protrude out about an inch through cutouts in the bikini top. The outfit is topped off with a matching collar and thigh high lace up boots of the same red leather.

This girl sits cross-legged on the floor directly in front of me, and utters a single sentence, “My name is Tanisha and I’m here to serve you.” She then opens my fly and pulls out my cock. Wrapping her beautifully full lips around its large girth, Tanisha immediately stuffs the entire length of my hard-on into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she gets right to work.

I look over at Karrie and say, “Now you can start.” and as she tastes the first dick, I take the first of many, many pictures.

Still watching me and the beautiful black girl doing her best take my cock to the root, Karrie licks the massive tool in her right hand from the shaved balls all the way to the huge drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip. The sticky sweetness creates a string from the cockhead to the tip of her tongue. She closes the gap between her mouth and Derrick’s dick, finally engulfing the head between her wet red lips.

Karrie moves her mouth down the entire length until the bulbous head of Derrick’s tool reaches the back of her throat. Holding his balls in her hand, she sucks and slurps his cock, knowing the roomful of people is squirming with sexual excitement from her actions.

With her left hand, she strokes up and down the monstrous piece of hard black flesh in her fist. She can’t even wrap her hand completely around its huge trunk, and its length almost matches that of her forearm.

Smacking her lips, Karrie takes her mouth off surfer dude’s glistening prick, and turning her head slightly, she does her best to stuff the plum-sized head of LeShawn’s cock into her mouth. With some effort she gets the head past her stretched lips, and moves the length further into her mouth, managing to take only half of the huge cock before nearly gagging as it hits the back of her throat. Moving her fist up and down the rest of Latrell’s shaft, Karrie starts bobbing her head up and down on his meat. Meanwhile, Derrick has knelt behind Karrie. He has her leash in his hand and pulls firmly on it, letting her know who has the power. From behind Derrick begins exploring her wetness, probing her slick pussy with his fingers until he finds the small silver ring dangling from her clit. As he manipulates and tugs on her piercing, Karrie makes small whimpering cries around the cock filling her mouth.

Tired of teasing, and ready to take some pleasure for himself, Derrick looks up at Latrell and motions for him to kneel, which he does. For a minute, Karrie and Latrell kiss. It’s a passionate, sexual kiss and Latrell pinches hard on Karrie’s stiff nipples, remembering the instructions I gave the guys on her likes and dislikes.

Using the leash, Derrick yanks Karrie out of her stupor, and with a handful of hair he pulls her to her down to her hands and knees. Using her hair to guide her, Derrick shoves her head forward and Latrell begins fucking her face. The tone has changed slightly and the two men begin asserting their dominance as they become surer of their control over their sexual plaything.

With one hand on Karrie’s waist holding the leash, and the other wrapped in a fist around the base of his cock, Derrick glides the head of his prick up and down the dripping wet lips of Karrie’s cunt, gathering up her slick juices for the coming invasion. Without warning, and using the leash and collar to draw her back toward him, Derrick plunges the entire length of his turgid dick into the tight hole of her sex until the head brushes her cervix. Derrick’s sudden thrust pushes Karrie’s mouth further down over Latrell’s massive erection, further than she could have gotten on her own, nearly gagging her. But at the same time her cunt releases a volume of juices in response to the feeling of being so completely full of cock. After the initial thrust, and a few seconds for Karrie to adjust to the huge width of the tool now stretching her insides, the three lovers settle into a rhythm, with the men each pounding away and thrusting with near animal intensity as they take their sexual needs out on their willing slut.

While all this is going on, the scene around the room has changed too. Every guy in the room has his pants open and his cock out. Many have taken their pants off completely and are openly stroking their pricks, mesmerized by what is happening in front of them. One of the girls, a built brunette with long full hair and huge tits, stands up and reaches under her incredibly short skit to remove her tiny little thong. Swinging it around on her finger she launches it in the direction of one of the other girls, a smallish red head with a cute freckled body, and small pink nipples, who catches it and wraps it around the thick hard on of the guy next to her, using it to jack him off.

The now pantiless brunette settles into the lap of guy she doesn’t know, allowing his exposed cock to bury itself into the depths of her slippery cunt. She wiggles her ample ass settling herself into position, and begins a slow, grinding, circular motion. Pulling down the spaghetti straps of her tank top, the brunette exposes her massive D cups, and grabbing the hands of her “mount”, this cowgirl places them on her big tits, and letting out a satisfied sigh she returns her attention to the stars of the show.

All around the room similar scenes are taking place, as the smell of sex and arousal, and the visual stimulation around them turns these voyeurs in active participants.

My situation has changed too. The gorgeous exotic beauty that had been enthusiastically servicing my member suddenly stands and straddles my lap. Looking me in the eye, Tanisha undoes the ties of her top allowing it to fall at my feet, and allowing her luscious tits to brush against my face. Her scent is erotic and unique, a blend of spice and flowers unlike anything I have ever smelled. As I suck her breasts and nip at her Hershey Kiss shaped nipples, my ebony sex slave takes my hand and places it on the ties holding her bikini bottom together. I pull the strings, untying the knots holding the tiny pieces of red leather against her body. As the bottoms fall away, the scent of her arousal reaches my nose, and I redirect my attention from her nipples to her hairless pussy. Her cunt is beautiful with full engorged lips and a large protruding clit that I couldn’t help but suck into my mouth. Tanisha shudders and shakes, a soft kitten-like noise escaping her lips as I kiss and lick the juices from her pussy. Her taste is unlike anything I’d ever experienced and I cannot get enough. The contrast of her dark brown pussy lips and the deep pink inside her sex makes the vision all the more intense.

When she can’t stand it anymore, Tanisha bends her lithe muscular legs and lowers her perfect heart shaped ass until her cunt makes contact with my throbbing cock. I was sure she could feel my pulse pounding in my hard on, and I could see her already ragged breathing in her nearly six-pack abs.

The wet heat coming from Tanisha’s sex is incredible, and as she lowers herself onto my cock the hot, wet, tight feeling is so intense I’m afraid I might lose my load before we even get started, but I manage to hold back, and when she finally settles in and is fully impaled on my manhood, I know this will be a unique experience.

My plaything leans in and touches her dark full lips to mine, starting a long hard kiss, her tongue pushing its way insistently into my mouth and her long black braids brushing both sides of my neck. The kiss is so involved, and the velvety vice of her pussy so pleasing, that it takes a few seconds before I realize that our position is blocking my view of the action in the center of the room. I decide it is time to assert my control over this young thing, and so I stand up, taking Tanisha with me, still riding on my dick. I turn us around and placed her ass on the chair I have just vacated. With my erection still buried to the balls in her hot wet snatch, I take her legs by the ankles and place them on my shoulders opening her wide. Then I turn the chair around so that I am facing the center of the room again and can look over the top of her head at the sexual fantasy playing out there.

With our new position settled, and my slut’s ankles locked behind my head, I grab the edges of the chair and begin pounding the entire length of my cock in and out of her cunt, each thrust bottoming out before withdrawing to the tip to do it again.

I look over the back of the chair at the action on the floor, and what I see makes me even harder. Latrell is now lying on his back, with Karrie straddling his hips and his massive black cock stretching her cunt like never before. She’s facing away from me, and toward Latrell, giving me the perfect view of his prick gliding in and out as she moves her ass up and down. Derrick is standing next to them, and with her head turned to the side, Karrie’s cheeks puff in and out as he drills his meat into her mouth. Using her hair, he pulls her head forward and back, fucking her face with an almost savage pleasure.

I’ve fucked my athletic black slut until my legs are ready to give, so I decide it’s time for a change. Removing her legs from around my neck, I withdraw my cock from the confines of Tanisha’s cunt, and grabbing a handful of her hair, I pull her up out of the chair. Spinning her around I sit myself in the chair facing the center of the room. Still using her hair, I guide Tanisha to my lap and pull her pussy down onto my upright cock. She settles in and begins to pump herself up and down on my rod.

Karrie can see the position change I’ve made, and with her head to the side, she now has a clear view of my white prick working in and out of Tanisha’s beautiful black flesh. Working herself free, Karrie begins to crawl on hands and knees toward us. Catching a nod from me, her two “masters” allow her to reach us. When she does, she looks up to see me staring down at her, and without losing my gaze she begins to tongue my length as it is exposed and then buried in wet pussy. After working her tongue up and down my shaft, Karrie then licks upwards until the tip of her tongue finds Tanisha’s fat protruding clit. Karrie flicks it gently, circling the clit with the very end of her tongue. The black girl shudders in orgasm and her cum floods down my cock. Karrie swipes her tongue across and around my balls catching my love slave’s juices.

When she can find nothing more to taste Karrie wraps her fist around my girth and on the next upstroke, pulls it from its warm surroundings and plunges it into her mouth finding yet more of Tanisha’s cum. Replacing the cum with her own slick saliva, Karrie gives me an impish grin as she positions me for re-insertion. I don’t get the reason for the smile until a moan from Tanisha and the unbelievable warmth and extreme tightness tell me that Karrie has sent my cock sliding into Tanisha’s incredible ass.

As Tanisha takes more and more of me into her ass, Karrie stands and kisses her hard on the mouth, giving Tanisha a taste of her own sex mixed with the flavor of my manhood. Then with a trouble making defiant look, Karrie leans on Tanisha’s shoulders driving her down and burying me balls deep in her moist gripping ass. Karrie next turns her attention to me, giving me a deeper and harder version of the kiss Tanisha got. Afterwards she turns on her heel and bounces her way back to her two waiting studs.

Apparently no longer content to play the willing slave, Karrie guides Derrick to the floor on his back and quickly mounts his dick. She’s facing me and keeps her eyes locked with mine. I have no idea what she has in mind and can only watch as she takes Latrell’s black hard on into her throat. It’s not until I see her take Latrell by his massive spit covered shaft and direct him toward her upturned ass that I start to get an inkling of what she has in mind. Does she really think she can take both of these gargantuan pricks inside her at the same time?

Never taking her eyes from mine, Karrie lines Latrell up with the tiny puckered opening of her ass, and as the look on her face changes from one of mischief and defiance to one of concentration mixed with extreme pleasure and just a touch of pain, I know that Latrell’s tree trunk of a cock has begun its invasion.

Karrie’s breathing becomes ragged and she starts to tremble as Latrell works more and more of his cock into her slowly stretching asshole. With about half of Latrell’s length inside her, Karrie sits up and wraps her arms backward around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder as she catches her breath. Latrell takes this opportunity to cups her tits in his large hands, tweaking her nipples, and gently biting her neck.

With her wits back about her, Karrie takes a deep breath and drops back to her hands and knees. Then letting out a guttural moan and glaring at me through lust laden eyes she pushes back forcefully, impaling herself on the huge black cock in her ass and the almost equally large one waiting in her pussy.

As Karrie and I watch each other fulfill our lustful needs we continue to glare back and forth, each increasing the ferocity and intensity of our actions, me by pounding into Tanisha’s willing ass, and Karrie by thrusting back onto the two powerful pricks invading both her openings. We fall into synchronous rhythm our thrusts matching one another in frequency and intensity.

Around the room the watchers seem inspired by what they’re seeing. The busty brunette is now being fucked hard from behind by one of the random guys, and her face is buried in the pussy of the red head who earlier had caught her thong while the red head’s previous playmate is fucking her face with his long thick cock.

The guys without girls are furiously pulling on their turgid pricks trying to match the tempo set by Karrie and her DP show, and all hoping to climax at the same time she does.

The sounds coming from around the room spur on the actions of the stars, and their thrusting becomes even more frenetic. Sweat begins beading across Latrell’s bald head and rolling down his broad back, a sure sign of his efforts.

Through clenched teeth, Latrell announces his impending orgasm followed immediately by the same announcement from Derrick. Both know the ending Karrie wants and Latrell slips his pulsing prick from her stretched and tingling asshole while Derrick struggles to get free from underneath her.

Standing one on either side of her head, both guys try to stuff their cocks into her mouth, Derrick’s tasting of her pussy and Latrell’s with the muskier, stronger taste from deep in her ass. Derrick temporarily wins the mock battle and gets the length of his meat working in and out of Karrie’s mouth while her hand rapidly jacks Latrell’s waiting cock. Within seconds Derrick takes a deep breath and begins launching jet after jet of thick ropey semen across the tanned globes of Karrie’s tits.

After 5 or 6 shots, Derrick’s orgasm has slowed to a dribble, which Karrie quickly sucks up from the head of his slowly deflating organ. But with no chance for her to rest, Latrell grabs her by the hair and redirects her face and her attention toward his now impending load. With a grunt and a sigh, Latrell sends torrents of milky white jizz from the end of his black hose where it splashes across Karrie’s tongue and her cheek. Most of it rolls thickly down her neck to drip off her hard protruding nipples. The rest continues hotly down past her belly button and collects on the lips of her pussy.

Completely spent Karrie’s two lovers collapse on the floor, their jobs done and their appetites fulfilled. Karrie however is far from done, and seeing that I have slowed my pace and am taking my time now enjoying Tanisha’s pleasures, she crawls across the floor to the first hard cock she can reach. Working at a frantic pace she jacks and sucks the grateful guy to a quick orgasm swallowing most of his load and allowing the rest to escape down her body to collect with Latrell’s earlier contribution.

As she beings to work her way around the room from guy to guy, urging them on, helping them out, and swallowing or wearing their cum, those remaining become impatient, gathering around her and letting their loads fly, hitting her in the face, and painting her tits and stomach white.

To make sure I don’t miss a thing I stand up, keeping my cock firmly lodged in Tanisha’s bowels. I lower her to her hands and knees, just inches from where Derrick and Latrell lay recovering. Now my view is unobstructed as I watch Karrie finish off them last of the random watching guys.

Karrie makes her toward us on her hands and knees, almost stalking her prey. When she’s in range she lashes out and takes Tanisha by the hair, mashing their mouths together and sharing the cum she’s collected. I can tell by her behavior that submissive Karrie is completely gone and she has something in mind.

When the jizz is gone and her face is licked clean, Karrie pulls Latisha forward by the hair until my still raging hard on leaves her asshole completely. Then Karrie flips Latisha over onto her back and straddles her face. Lowering her pussy, slick and coated with the loads of a half dozen guys until her pink puffy lips make contact with the full dark lips of Latisha’s mouth, Karrie rests back on her heels. After the rough pounding treatment of two massive cocks, Latisha’s lips offer a soothing almost cooling touch.

Dropping to her elbows, Karrie practically inhales my erection, savoring the musky flavor of Latisha’s asshole, and whimpering in pleasure from the feeling of Latisha’s tongue on her overly sensitive clit and pussy.

Having gotten her fill, Karrie runs the head of my cock up and down Latisha’s slit allowing her spit to mix with Latisha’s juices and getting it ready for another run at Latisha’s ass.

With one hand cupping my heavy balls, Karrie uses her other hand to guide me back into the snug depths of Latisha’s rectum. But with Karrie massaging my nuts and keeping her fist wrapped around the exposed part of my cock, it’s only minutes before Karrie feels my gonads draw up toward my body and she knows I’m going to cum.

Staring me in the eye, and grinding her cunt on Latisha’s willing mouth, Karrie urges me on, telling me, “C’mon Baby. Do it. Fill her ass with your cum. Let me feel it pulsing through your cock and into her ass. I want to see it leaking out of her cute little black pucker. I want to suck the cum off your dick when you pull it out of her ass. Baby please.”

Unable to hold back any longer, and feeling like every nerve in my body ends in my dick, I finally let go, and the release is unreal. I actually can feel each pulse of my orgasm as it leaves my cock and jets into Latisha’s ass. With my balls up against her ass cheeks, and resting in Karrie’s hand, I push every last inch of my prick into Latisha as I empty every available drop of semen into Latisha’s clutching bowels.

As my explosion comes to an end, and I shake a little in relief, Karrie leans forward and kisses me fiercely, whispering in my ear, “Thank you Baby, this is the most amazing thing you’ve done for me yet.”

Then returning once more to her elbows, Karrie eases my still mostly hard cock from Latisha’s body and looking up at me says, “Mmmm. Let me take care of this for you Baby”, and slowly engulfs my entire prick in her throat, cleaning its length as she goes down on me.

By the time Karrie has finished servicing my cock Latisha has slid out from underneath her and the room has emptied. The silence is a nice change. Stacked near our clothes are two huge fluffy towels and some scented oils with a note thanking us for an incredible good time and a great show and inviting us back anytime. It also welcomed us to take a nice long soak in the hot tub on the private back deck. We, of course, took advantage.

“Anne, I write fantasies,” I said, “erotic fantasies.”

“Ooohh, Diane,” you gasped, “how exciting. I would love to read some.”

We had just met as a party and it was getting more boring by the minute. I had noticed you as I walked in, very striking with a luscious figure, full boobs, and a gorgeous bum. All of my observations were through your clothes and I decided then and there that I wanted to see more of you.

It didn’t seem to bother you that I was slim, with small boobs, and I noticed you looking at my cleavage. ‘Good,’ I thought, ‘That will make things much easier.’

“Would you like to come back to my place and take a look at some of what I have written?” I asked you, knowing your answer already.

“Could I?” you replied, “you wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not, Anne. It would be my pleasure, and yours, too, I’m sure,” I grinned.

It was only a short taxi ride to my villa and we sat close together in the back. Several times I leaned over to speak to you and put my hand on your leg, just below your skirt. You didn’t seem to mind so, as we approached my place, I slid it up your leg until it just touched your knickers. You gave a little start and smiled nervously at me.

We went inside and I poured us a glass of wine. Sitting on my lounge, close together, I gave you a massage fantasy to read and watched you devour the words. As you did, my hands started to roam around your neck and back, finally unbuttoning your blouse to reveal your pink lacy bra. I watched your boobs rise and fall as your breathing became harder. One of your hands crept under your skirt and I could see your knickers as your fingers slid under them.

I leaned over, kissed your neck and my hand roamed past your boobs toward your pussy.

“Let me do that for you,” I demanded as my hand replaced yours.

You suddenly stopped, pushed my hand away, and stood up.

“I don’t want to do this,” you announced.

“Nonsense!” I exclaimed, grabbing your arm and pulling you back down beside me. You struggled but my strength held you on the lounge. Despite my small size I am quite strong and work out regularly at the gym. I had no intention of letting you leave.

Resuming what I had started, my fingers easily slid under your knickers and started to slide up and down in your wetness. You started to move against me as I stroked you faster and faster, but I didn’t let you cum. I wanted you to finish this evening on my terms, my way, and I was not going to let you reach a climax just yet.

As I removed my hand you tried to stand up again. I held you on the lounge with one hand and with the other unhooked your bra.

“Anne, stop struggling. You are going to do what I say. Do you understand?”

Looking a little scared now, you nodded yes. I stood up, grabbing your nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and pulled you gently to your feet; smiling, I led you to a nearby chair.

This was my special chair, low to the floor, and your face was at the height of my pussy as I stood over you.

“Take off your blouse and bra,” I commanded, “and your skirt. Leave your knickers on.”

You did as you were told. There was a soft rug in front of the chair and I knelt on it as I tied your hands to the arms of the chair. You attempted to speak and I reached behind the chair to get a gag I keep handy, firmly placing it over your mouth.

“I will only take the gag off when I want you to do something,” I said, “not before, and you will do exactly as I say.”

I lifted your legs onto the wide seat and tied each of them to the side. Your knickers were now pulled tight against your engorged pussy lips, and the flimsy material was drenched with your juices. I slid two fingers into your pussy, rapidly pushing them in and out a few times before withdrawing them. Moving your gag down slightly, I placed them in your mouth.

“Suck them clean,” I demanded, and you complied.

I replaced the gag and asked, “Are you going to be a good girl now?”

You nodded yes, and I started to remove my clothes, pausing after every piece to either pinch your nipples or stroke your pussy. You were getting wetter and wetter and your juices were leaving a slick stain on the chair and spreading up your knickers.

I was now totally nude and I stepped toward you, grabbing one nipple and pinching it until it was rock-hard. Leaning forward until my pussy was only inches from your face I took your nipple and drew it into my pussy, fucking myself as if it were a small cock. You watched as your hard nipple slid up and down my slit, probing my vagina, and finally circling my clit as I moved your boob faster and faster, bringing me close to cumming.

As I leaned away slightly and released your nipple, now wet with my juices, I asked, “Did you like that?”

Again you nodded yes, and I took your gag off.

“Eat me,” I commanded, “Make me cum and cum again.”

I reached behind your neck and pulled your face toward my pussy as I presented it to your mouth. At first you licked tentatively and I ordered you, “Do it now, lick my cunt, suck my clit; make me cum.”

Pulling your face even further into my pussy I watched you lick and lap my juices.

“Yes, yes, yes” I gasped as you licked and sucked me, “Take me over the top. Uunnnggg, uunnnggg, faster, faster, YES!”

You paused and I commanded, “Again! Do it again, now.”

I looked into your eyes and you returned my stare as you ate me again. My body was fired up now, and I came again almost immediately. You didn’t stop this time and brought me to a peak a third and then a fourth time.

Stepping away, I reached for a blindfold and put it over your eyes. You would only have heard my faint footsteps walking away and returning shortly afterward.

I had gone to the kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors.

When I placed the flat of the scissors on your nipple you jumped and tried to scream through the gag. Not allowing the scissors to become warm from your body heat I touched and stroked both of your boobs alternately, and then concentrated on your nipples, teasing them into erection.

Your pussy lips were still engorged and had trapped the material of your knickers between them. I traced a line from your nipple to your pussy, stroking each of your labia with the scissors. You were still blindfolded and could only imagine what I was doing.

Grinning now, I removed your blindfold and you watched me grab your knickers and pull them free of your pussy. With my other hand I used the scissors to cut the material, freeing your pussy from its confinement and giving me a full view of your lips and clit which by now was standing up and out of its little shroud. Your pussy was wide open to my gaze and your hole was open as well, due to the position I had tied you in.

You could only see the scissors in one hand and my other, with three fingers extended, push hard into your open pussy, thrusting furiously as you approached a climax. You were obviously frightened, but your body wanted to cum. I stopped before you did, lifted your gag, and shoved my pussy-juice coated fingers into your mouth. You sucked on then as if they were a large cock; when I withdrew them you started to beg me to make you cum.

I laughed and replaced your gag, putting my fingers back inside you for a moment. I drew them out and sucked your juices as you watched. My fingers started to play with your clit, rubbing it first on one side and then the other. As your arousal built I knelt in front of you and fastened my mouth onto your clit, sucking your pussy flesh in and flicking your rigid clit faster and faster with my tongue.

Your climax built and built and I felt your body go tense and start to shudder as you finally came with a muffled scream.

“Anne, I think it’s time I untied you and took you to bed. We have some unfinished business.”

Sonya sat quietly on the hard chair in the outer office for The Company. The shouting coming from the next room was not clear, but she heard the Martine pleading and the other voice saying expressions like “putting a slave in danger” and “irresponsibility.”

The office door flew open and Martine walked over to her. “You are going to be resettled with another owner, sonya. I am sorry that I put you in danger.” Then she flew out the door.

Sonya looked up at the man standing in the doorway. “Well, little one,” he said. “It’s off to the training barracks for you.” Seeing sonya’s frown, he quickly added, “It’s only for a night or two, just until we can set up a new auction for you. If that is what you wish. As you know, the danger that Martine put you in releases you from your contract with us and you would be entitled to a portion of the money from the sale not all of it of course, because you failed to serve the full five years.”

“Sir,” sonya whispered. “I wish to fulfill my agreement with you. Please resell me.”

Jonathan Hargrove smiled. He had trained this one himself not that there was much to train. She took to slavery like no other he had ever seen. She was so pliable and so obedient to anyone using her. She loved to give pleasure.

It was the next week when the auction for sonya arrived. She had been pampered and used well by Jonathan and others on his staff. She was glowing when she led out onto the stage. The lights blinded her again this as when she had been bought by Martine. Sonya wondered who would buy her this time and where would she end up.

She only knew that a male voice had purchased her. She remembered the voice from her inspection before the sale when she had been blindfolded. The hands attached to voice had been cruel using latex gloves to force four fingers deep in her ass and asking Mr. Hargrove if her ass had ever been fisted.

Sonya was given a sedative and put into a travel cage after she fell asleep. A calm slave was better for transport. She was kept unconscious until she arrived at her new home. The first thing she heard was two men arguing.

“What the hell are doing bringing a fucking cunt into my home?” the high pitched voice shouted.

The one who bought her was trying to calm down the other man, with little success. “Babe, they only had cunts at the sale and I knew you wanted a new pet. You can train her to cook and clean just how you like it. And you know you love your cock sucked. You can make her do that. And Hargrove tells me we can train her to be a toilet whore.”

The two men approached her cage. “Well, she is awfully scrawny. I just don’t know how much work she can do.”

“Babe, I am sure that stupid fucking bitch Martine used her for chores.”

“Ohhhhhh . She is, ooopps, WAS Martine’s slave girl?” Both men laughed.

“I would love to get out of her if the stories we are hearing are true. Did Martine REALLY get fucked by dogs?” The man just giggled. “Okay. We will try this.”

Sonya heard the two men kissing and she realized who bought her. Martine had once allowed the man who bought her to fuck her ass once. It was Paul Johnson and his partner Charles. What the hell did two gay men want with her, she wondered to herself.

Paul opened the cage and unfastened her leash and pulled her out. “Good girl,” he said. “Take it easy. I am sure the drugs have made you a little wobbly. Stretch out a bit.”

Sonya stretched and moved around, trying to get her limbs to obey.

Charles stood there with his hands on hips and looked at her hair. “Dear Lord! Did Martine butcher your hair like that, girl?”

“Yes Sir,” she answered quickly.

“Well, let’s get you cleaned up.” Charles led her to a small room with an attached bath. “This is your room girl,” he said. “Look up at me.” Sonya raised her head to look up at one of her new Masters. “I am nothing like Martine. I will expect you to work hard and to earn your keep. I will punish you if you don’t. You will please me with your mouth whenever I wish and you will learn to be my piss whore. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir. I will strive to please you as you wish. I was trained to cook and to clean properly. I will be a good slave for you.” Sonya smiled at Charles.

Charles opened his fly and pulled out his cock. “Suck, girl.”

Sonya quickly took his cock into her mouth, using her tongue to swirl around the shaft of his cock to tease him into her throat. She moved up her head up and down, each time bottoming out at the base of his cock. It didn’t take him long to cum. “Swallow it all,” Charles moaned out. Sonya obediently swallowed all his cum.

After he was finished, sonya continued to use her tongue to bathe his cock, cleaning all the cum from it. Charles kept his soft cock in her mouth. He looked down at her awful hair and shook his head. “I am going to piss in your mouth now, girl. Swallow it all and don’t spill a drip.”

Sonya nodded her head in acceptance of the gift her new Master was going to give her. Charles sighed, and released his bladder. Sonya swallowed and swallowed, trying not gag. Charles smiled. Perhaps having a cunt in the house would not be such a bad thing after all.

The women I find most attractive invariably make me function as their submissive. That’s the way it is, don’t ask why. If you need word pictures, here they are: I’m naked and on my knees before them, I perform humiliating chores at their command, I suffer punishment at their hands, I lick and kiss their footwear (and their feet) and whatever else they want licked, I suck their high heels, I wear what they put on me; dog collars, shackles, chains, hoods, gags, harnesses. I’m regularly bound and beaten, made to eat and drink from a dish on the floor and I masturbate where and when I’m told, eating my cum at their command.

The woman who had been my Mistress, 35-year-old Sandi, had been transferred by her employer to another part of the country. I’d been without her special attentions for over six months and was getting anxious. The extraordinary yearning to serve and submit - beyond telephone training - was overpowering. In conversation, I begged Mistress Sandi for release and for her permission to begin the search for a new Domina.

From the practical point of view, she said she had to agree but also said I must continue to report to her. I thanked her as best I could, hung up and began formulating my strategies for the attack (Yes, it most definitely is an “attack” mode. If you want something bad enough you’ve got to be prepared to go after it aggressively, regardless of your nature.)

It occurred to me that with my large house, which included a vacant and self-contained apartment with a private entrance, that there might be an opportunity. Now, how would I attract that special someone?

A slogan, “It Pays To Advertise,” registered. But the chance of getting a nonprofessional Domina to respond to a run of the mill classified ad was slim. I put some extra thinking into what I wanted to say before buying a brief and to the point ad. The next issue of our local underground paper included this copy:

Handsome Executive who travels has large midtown house to share with Dominant Female. Your own apt. No charge. Privacy. Must want to own/train a slave. Box 208.

Now, if you use a publication to advertise, don’t expect instant gratification. Fact is, it took about two weeks before the mail brought four responses. The first letter was from 21-year-old Linda, a university student who wrote that she’d had minor experience as a Dominant and wanted to take the opportunity I offered to explore her proclivity further. She said she had dominated a boyfriend by using his belt to whip him and had forced him to eat her.

“It really wasn’t very much,” she said, “but it showed me what my life could be like.”

Her letter was first in the keeper pile.

The second was from 27-year-old Jane, a clerk who said she needed free accommodation and wanted a slave. She said she was aggressive with men, had read plenty about Female Domination, but never had the chance to actually go to the limits she wanted with the guys she’d dated. If she met me, she promised, she’d put into practice what only her imagination had allowed so far.

Letter number two went onto the keeper side.

The third was from someone who wanted to keep house. Hers became letter number one for the round file.

And, the last was from a community college student. Stacy said she was in her late 20s and had gone back to school to study business. She wrote that her ex-husband had introduced her to fetish fantasy/Female Domination and that their practice of this lifestyle had escalated during the years of their marriage. By the end, she said, they’d progressed to the point of his being her complete sex slave. Her only concession to his sexual need, she admitted, was “to always make myself desirable by wearing erotic lingerie or leather, ensuring my make-up and hair was perfect, and by wearing high heels.”

Stacy explained that her ex was more into sensuous domination and foot worship than hard core S/M. When she whipped him, she wrote, “it was more voluptuous than cruel. Make no mistake, though. He suffered for me and was glad to do it.”

Guess where Stacy’s letter went.

I waited a few more days but there were no further responses. (”Alas,” I hear the reader cry. “You got three good ones. What are you, greedy?”) It was time to begin setting up appointments. Because there were more than one, and because I could choose only one, I decided the initial meetings would have to be in a private yet neutral setting. My reasoning included the fact that two people (maybe all three!) might be upset about not being chosen and, if they were so inclined, could do some heavy personal and property damage if they knew where I lived.

I booked a hotel the following week, then began making appointments. During each call, I explained there was more than one lady being interviewed and that, for security reasons - for them and for me - meeting in a public place was best for our first get-together. I gave them their choice of times - at two or five in the afternoon or at eight o’clock that night. Coincidentally, the order of the appointments was the same as the mail, Linda first, then Jane, and Stacy coming in during the evening.

The next Wednesday, I checked into the downtown HoJo at noon. Since I planned on staying there overnight, I brought a change of clothing and, of course, some toys.

The room’s layout was impressive. It was a corner suite, one wall adjoining a fire exit and the other against the soda and ice machines’ area. Perfect for a modicum of privacy.

At 1:50, room service delivered a fresh pot of coffee.

At two, Linda knocked on my door. I greeted her politely, took her overcoat, hung it up, turned around and was pleased to be confronted by a shapely young beauty standing all of 5′4″ in her spike heels. She wore a clinging off-white sweater (revealing a black bra beneath) and a tight, black skirt. I escorted her into the room and offered a chair by the coffee table. Sitting and crossing her legs, her skirt rode high to expose nylon tops. I poured the coffee and engaged Linda in a bit of introductory small talk before getting to the heart of the matter. “I have your letter responding to my ad but, just to broaden it a bit, would you mind giving me your understanding of why you’re here?”

“Simple,” she said. “I want to live near the university. I want it on the terms specified in your ad and I want a slave.”

Linda’s forthrightness took me aback. Perhaps it was because, notwithstanding her obvious choice of erotic undergarments, she looked so young and innocent. Recovering and pressing on, I said, “In your letter you made reference to dominating an old boyfriend and making him perform oral sex. Has that been your only experience with Female Domination?”

She said that it had. I asked how that particular scene had come about. Linda said it happened earlier that year. Her date for the evening, a fellow she’d recently met, had taken her to a formal dance. Both, she said, had been dressed to the nines, he in a tuxedo and she in a black evening gown. Linda explained that before she got dressed that evening she felt she wanted to be particularly feminine for her grand night out. It was, she said, only her third date with the guy and she felt their romance was heating up. Too, it wasn’t often she was invited to a formal affair. She bathed and applied scrupulous care to the grooming of her hair and to the application of make-up before donning her most exotic lingerie. Both had enjoyed the evening, she said, particularly the stimulating slow dancing and the progressive building of mutual lust. Once they returned to her small, off-campus apartment they were all over each other, “necking and into heavy petting”. It didn’t take long until her gown was off and Linda was dressed only in her black, push-up bra, black panties, stockings and stiletto heels. At first, she said, her bra remained fastened as he kissed and nibbled on the exposed upper portions of her breasts. While he was doing that, Linda said, she’d opened his fly, pulled his member out and was stroking and caressing it.

“He was really turned on,” she said. “And I loved feeling his cock pulse in my hand.” Gradually, he slipped from the couch to his knees before her on the floor, telling her how beautiful she was and how he wanted to kiss and lick every inch of her body. “And that’s when he bent his head and began licking my shoes and feet.” I asked how she felt about that.

“Because it was so different, at first I didn’t know what to feel. But we were both so turned on it didn’t seem to matter. I relaxed and enjoyed myself. It was obvious he was really into it. His whole body was shaking. And I loved the feeling of power . looking down at this macho guy on his knees actually kissing and licking my shoes. What a feeling! He kept at it, getting more and more ardent. His tongue was working my feet and shoes in deep, deep passion. The man was worshiping me, making me feel like a goddess! His cock was out of my reach, but I saw it standing tall, all wet around that little hole at the top. By then, he was panting. He stopped kissing and licking my shoes long enough to take the belt from his pant loops and hand it to me. Then he took down his trousers and briefs before again getting back on the floor for more foot worship. I just leaned back, crossed my leg and held his belt at the end with the buckle on it.”

“Then what happened? I asked.

“He begged me to use the belt on his backside. He wanted me to whip him! I wasn’t born yesterday. I’d heard of people making ‘whip me, beat me’ jokes and I knew jokes often weren’t jokes at all. Besides, I’d read enough in Cosmo to know a lot of men are into Female Domination and fetishistic behavior. I took the belt, doubled it over and clenched it like I intended to go ahead and punish him. But the thing was so new to me that I asked him why he wanted a whipping. He said he felt so under my spell, so taken with me and my beauty, so slave-like, that he wanted me to reinforce those feelings by disciplining him.”

“And you did?”

“Yes. After a moment of thinking about it and how much I enjoyed seeing him so servile I decided if that was what he wanted - and I knew I wanted to do it - then I would. I didn’t hit him very hard, though. It was more of a symbolic whipping than anything else. He kept licking my shoes and sucking the high heel as I beat his butt. It made me ultra horny. I raised a welt or two before giving him his first order, to pull down my panties with his teeth and to get his tongue to work on my clit. That was essentially it.”

I asked Linda if she reached orgasm during her first experience with domination.

Oh, yes. It was an earth mover, too,” she responded.

“Did you allow him to cum?”

“Yes, but I did it the way I used to when I teased my dates in high school. I used both hands, cupping and squeezing his balls while I jerked him off with the other hand. I could feel him starting to cum and, at the precise moment before he did, I took my hand away from his cock and kept rolling his balls in my palm. He was fucking air as he came all over himself.”

“Did you ever see him again?”

“No. After he came he seemed to detach himself from what happened. II think he was too embarrassed to call me after that. Too bad, actually. I really enjoyed it and wanted to play with him some more.”

“That sounded exciting for you,” I said. “But are you sure you understand the sexual nature of it all? The psychology? After all, you’re still quite young.&#