There are ample stories about a husband taking his wife into locking him in a chastity device and reluctantly holding the key. Then overnight she miraculously turns into a cruel dominatrix and traps him into a life of slavery, feminization, cuckolding, and endless sexual frustration. I’m not saying that this can’t happen I’m sure it has happened at least once, but maybe that is why we read literotica stories.
I hope I have found a fresh approach based on what actually happens inside a man locked in a chastity device. That man is me.
I’ve been jerking off to pictures, videos, and stories about chastity devices since the very first CB-2000 was invented in 2004. I bought one, locked myself in it, and secretly wore it to work. I shaved my balls and pubic hair before it was stylish. I tactfully managed the shower towel at the club gym for years, except for that one time.
I followed the CB series all of the way through the colors, tube styles, new designs, and copycats. Then there was the metal phase. The first ones were heavy, the fit was terrible, they weren’t secure and they cost too much.
I did have a full belt phase after I met the creator of the German-made Carrara. I thought about it but the work I did would limit me only using it at home. I loved the idea of real security. So far I could pull out of every device I owned.
I went down the custom-made device route thinking pull out was because of a poor fit. After a bunch of money and almost a year, I locked it on and pulled it out in a matter of minutes.
So far I was doing chastity by the honor system. If the key was locked in a safe on the moon I could still pull my cock out. I thought I might have a faulty cock but I found out almost every flaccid cock could be lubed up and popped out. I have like most chastity men bags and boxes of devices that I have spent a fortune on hidden in the closet. That works for a lot of guys but anyone actually wanting a secure device must have a piercing.
I made the jump several years ago. The awkward conversations at what I assumed were kink-friendly tattoo and piercing shops were embarrassing. I assumed if you will pierce a pair of nipples you should be okay with piercing a cock. Most will do a PA piercing for decoration but when you bring up using it to secure your cock in a metal tube, that’s when you get that “what a freak “ look. Luckily I didn’t need to experience this more than once.
There are stories about wives taking their blushing husbands for a PA piercing. The hot young piercer smiles at your semi-erection as the wife videos the whole event…….yeah, it is a great fantasy.
The healing time sounds like forever but a couple of months of not jerking off isn’t really that bad. The first time you lock your cock in a piercing hook device is a real rush, I couldn’t wait to take it off so I could jerk off. It is weird how guys who fantasize about not being able to cum spend twice as much time jerking off about not cuming.
This hasn’t been a total solo journey I have had a key holder on and off. My wife would hold the key, try to understand what I wanted, and read everything about it. Some of these were good but most are bull shit. She held the key, I behaved for 30 days then one day I would cheat by pulling out. I would edge myself for another month then she would finally jerk me off once. Once after more than a month is painful, I needed about five to clean the pipes so I would cheat.
After a while we both knew this wasn’t working so I would ask to get out and that was it for a while. We talked about how this was my fantasy and I thanked her for trying to help me live it out. Chastity to the one locked up is a 24/7 experience. She isn’t awake at 3 AM with a painful night erection. She isn’t feeling the pinching, the panic of discovery at a public urinal or the constant awareness that you sport an odd lump in your pants at work.
She enjoys oral sex but her sexual interest isn’t really connected to you being locked in chastity. This may be the case in the beginning but over time you are on extremely different levels of sexual interests. Most likely if she was actually turned on by this you would have been locked in chastity years ago.
After that spoon full of reality I’ll describe what it is really like being locked in an effective chastity device. I hope my wife reads this but it isn’t anything we haven’t discussed already.
I have spent an amazing percentage of my life in a personal relationship with my penis. As a man, I’m by no means alone in this. Once I found how good it felt to play with it I was off and running. The first time I figured out how to make it squirt I went insane for a couple of decades. My penis ruled my life for many years. I got a girlfriend and like most men thought I would never need to jerk off again, how fucking naive of me LOL.
We were into bondage but like most kinky men I overwhelmed her because that is all I thought about. I did this in a few more relationships and began to feel like a sex-obsessed pervert. I got rid of my bondage gear and swore off jerking my meat. That lasted a couple of days.
Eventually, I met my wife and have seemed to have found a balance. I get tied up several times a month and she occasionally locks my cock in chastity. I never ever talk about my chastity or how horny I am but I do eat as much pussy as I can. She has caught me sniffing her panties while I’m doing the laundry, but she only smiles. She has no idea of the power she holds over me, I would strangle a dragon with my bare hands. She walks by me fresh from a workout and all I can think of is dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her sex. I also get painful erections while watching her brush her teeth.
The first few days are filled with adjustments until my cock and balls adjust to the device. I spend extra time grooming and cleaning so I never smell of urine just in case she tied me down and edges me like one of the porn clips I have in my brain hard drive. Trust me this rarely happens.
At about 10 to 14 days I reach the sweet spot of chastity. I’m Horney as fuck but I’m actually high. The energy I feel is powerful and the frustration stirs my inner animal. Pheromones become real, the scent of any part of her flows up and down my body like a drug. The moment my nose enters the labia lips my brain does backflips and I want to drink in all of her. To her I am probably “real horny” but she hasn’t got a clue. The women who can imagine this chastity world can get a man to do absolutely anything she may want.
She could get him to wear panties, a dress, take it in the ass or suck a cock. What if she used this power to make him a better man? What I’m trying to say a piece of plastic or steel locked on a good man’s cock can be used for much more than having fun.
As time goes on the chastity game can become very lonely and unfortunately resentful. I have been in long-term chastity for over 100 days several times. Each time I got depressed and grumpy. I behaved and never revealed this to my wife but she knew something was wrong. I was so tuned into her mood by then so I knew she was the one who grew weary.
Eating great pussy, back rubs, and thoughtfulness are nice but holding a key takes energy. She eventually got tired, now I finally understand. I now keep the fantasy and enjoy what is possible. She does not have my particular fantasy but she has done the research to understand what it is. She also allows me to live out my fantasy for as long as she has the interest and energy.
We now understand this and are far past arguing. It took most of my life to understand this. She knows I play with my chastity devices and occasionally grabs my cock to see if I am locked up. She now gives me a playful smile, not a frown. I never say a word about it but secretly I hope this is the day she tells me those magic words, “bring her the key”.
‘John!’ – Mary calls me from the living room. I rush to her.
I am barefooted, wear jeans and have my torso naked. She has a sexy dress, with a low cut cleavage allowing her ample breasts to show off. A simple but sexy little black dress. But that is not the most exciting part of her attire. I am definitely more aware of the black cane she is holding!
‘Kneel, John’ – she orders me, from hearing seating position at our light-beige sofa.
She is also pointing at me with the cane. Not really threatening. Well, maybe just a little.
‘John’ – she continues after I kneel down at the carpet at her feet, ‘I think I like your idea of you being my submissive obedient slave for a day. Let’s see how it goes. I just wonder ….’
She has now a mischievous look on her beautiful face while she “wonders” … A measure of fear crosses my mind in respect to what she is going to say … light fear is enjoyable and exciting …
‘ I wonder how obedient you can really be …’ – she adds with a smirk and a smile.
More light fear and excitement for me. Good, how bad can this be, this being an obedient game? So far it seems I am safe.
This whole idea of submission is rather new for us as a couple, even we had been talking and fantasizing in the past. So we start light. I love and trust my wife Mary, so, so I feel safe for the time being.
She blends her cane again. She brings it to my cheeks, and caresses and teases my face with it. I instinctively react and try not to avoid it, but she says:
‘No no no! don’t move!’.
So I relax, and she keeps teasing me with the cane. One cheek, then the other. Then under the chin. She slowly starts to aim for one of my nostrils. I breathe deep in anticipation and try to make an effort not to resist.
She poking my nostril with the cane is started to feel quite humiliating, and making me really hard inside my jeans as well. She rotates the cane around its axis, slowly and sensually, while keeping a soft and subtle contact with my nostril, which makes me realize how sensitive it is. It has suddenly become an erotic spot. I start to feel a weird feeling in my spine … it is the humiliation feeling! It is stronger than I expected, and I never thought it would come about in this way? She keeps teasing my nostril. I feel so excited, and more and more overwhelmed with emotion and feelings of weakness.
My mind starts to fill with fear of what could be next, will she put that in my mouth?
‘Open your mouth John!’ – she reads my mind. I obey.
‘Tongue out! More! Mouth wide open, and tongue out!’ Very good, stay there, what an obedient slave!’ -she says.
I stay there with kneeling with my mouth wide open, my tongue out, pressing my eyes while my mind struggles to cope with a new startling sensation when she puts the cane in my mouth.
But she doesn’t, she keeps teasing my nostril, while I hold my mouth open. I feel a bit ridiculous, but also submissive, and excited, and happy that I slowly fall into my slave role.
‘Does this excite you, John, being given orders? Look at you … with the mouth wide open, tongue out, so ridiculous!’
Mary was teasing me mentally and also physically by rubbing her cane all around my face. I loved it! I was told not to move, so I could only answer to her question with an imperceptible assent of the head, and an affirmative gesture of closing my eyes. I think she understood it.
“I think I’m going to enjoy myself now playing with my new slave. Because that’s what you are now, slave. A slave! And you don’t even have a name anymore now! ‘
‘No more John for you! John is gone, thrown through the window! I had a husband, once upon a time, but he is gone, and now I have a slave!”
“I think I will start by being a bit more strict with you. Let’s start with correcting your posture. Slave, put your hands behind you and separate your knees … And don’t you dare to close your mouth or hide your tongue! I want you to keep your ridiculous expression of the submissive slave in your face!”
I felt a warm joy from her firm tone, as I obeyed. And I also felt some tingling in my groin in my jeans as I separated my knees. The feeling of exposing myself by opening my legs was rewarding, especially that I also felt protected by the jeans. A paradox!
Mary is a really sexy woman, with a beautiful angel face, black hair, and sensual curves. Not at all skinny. She may even have a few extra pounds, but that only accentuated her sex appeal. She wore her 37 years with exuberance and supreme confidence.
This is all a lengthy blurb to explain to you, dear reader, why I was dying to drop the whole game and just grab her tits. But the excitement in the expectation of the unknown kept me obedient and yearning for more orders from this Goddess.
“You may think this is a game, little slave, but let me show you. Open your mouth wider, stick your tongue out, and don’t move no matter what”
WHACK!
She hit me on my tongue with the cane! Fucking bitch! It hurt! I didn’t expect her to be so harsh. I muffled my moan, and suffered in silence, trying to keep my obedient slave role.
WHACK!
Not again! Filthy bitch! This is not the game I had in mind! Well, maybe yes, I am not so sure now.
“This was just a little help to remind you that you are my slave now. Now lick my cane, say thank you Mistress, and get up”.
I did as ordered with great gratitude that it was over. I also heard myself in my thoughts calling myself a wimp (in my head only) for making such a big deal out of two little blows.
“Rule number 1, obey without any hesitation. Not the slightest!”
“Rule number 2, you shall be naked at all times unless direct otherwise.”
It took me a second to process this, and realize that I need to remove my pants, but I had my arms behind my back and my hesitation in bringing them to the front didn’t go unnoticed!
“So soon you are already in violation of both rules!”
She pushed her cane inside my nostril. I’m glad she didn’t strike me with the cane, but I was surprised on how my sweet wife turned out so nasty, with this perverted obsession with my nostril.
I wanted to say I’m sorry, but I recalled I had to keep my mouth open and tongue out. So I started removing my jeans, while she was pressing upwards with the cane in my nose, in an uncomfortable position.
“Good slave, you are learning. You look so funny trying to remove your pants with your nose upwards, and your mouth open! Ok, relax now, close your mouth, and remediate your situation, and go back to position.”
She removed the cane, so I was able to quickly undress.
“Rule 3, your default position is as you were before, kneeling, hands behind you, knees wide apart, and mouth open. You can keep your tongue inside.”
I was glad to obey and expectant to see what happens next.
“I see your cock is happy to be shown to me”
She teased my cock with the cane. This, combined with the recent memory of the cane on my tongue raised a slight concern. I really hoped Mistress was not that wicked!
“Do you know what may happen if you disobey …” she teased me while rubbing my balls with the cane … “Mmm .. you don’t want to find out, I really recommend you don’t try ….”
This just helped me make up my mind not to disobey! I didn’t want to find out!
“I know there are a lot of things that you don’t like to do … or be done to you .. but that’s what being a slave is about, right? You do what your Mistress wants, not what you want. Isn’t that right slave? Mmmmh?”
“Yes Mistress”
So far she was talking with a disarming smile, seductively mean. But suddenly she became serious. She brought her face near me, looked me in the eyes, and asked me slowly and sternly:
“Do you like men, slave? Sexually?”
That question totally caught me off guard. Where that came from?
WHACK
“AAAAAAHHHH”
I didn’t expect a hit on my balls! Not for just hesitating to answer!!!! What a bitch! I twisted my torso in agony!
“Answer!”
“No Mistress, I don’t like men, noo …. I like only women!”
“Too bad. For you that is. But you will obey anything I say, because you are my slave, right?”
“Yes Mistress!”
I was totally lying, I was not really willing to go that far as she hinted, but this was the safest thing to say right now, in my painful situation. Hope she is bluffing too.
“I know you will. Even if you don’t know, I know”
Her smile returned to her face, her cane was returned to be held with two hands in a non-menacing way, and it was like if the Sun had risen again.
“Oh, my own cute little little slave to play!” She said with the sweetest smile.
She put her cane away and brought her smiling face close to mine.
She made a sweet pout with her mouth.
“Is slave horny, uh?. What will make slave happy, uh? You are allowed to beg your Mistress!”
I said: “A kiss, please?”
She smiled again, then went to grab her cane. Oh no, what’s wrong now?
WHAACK on my butt!
“Aaaah”.
“Slave forgot to say ‘Mistress’ … Ha!”
“Sorry Mistress, sorry Mistress! Please no more cane, Mistress?”
“Of course, my cute slave! Only good things for you now, slave!”
She brought her slave close to me again, with a smile. I cautiously partially opened my mouth, as she got her near me. And we kissed, tenderly. She licked and sucked my lips, and I reciprocated, as we locked in a loving and wet kiss.
Her hands started caressing me my chest, and a flow of pleasure and warmth expanded through my body, from the ineffable sensations of her tongue dancing with mine, and her caring hands rubbing my torso, my arms, my chest, while I kept my hands behind me as instructed.
My cock was standing to attention between my parted legs.
A thrill startled me as her hand trailed downwards, to lightly touch my ball sac, and a playful finger traveled along the right side of my cock from the base to the tip.
“Oh, my cute slave is oozing some drops here …” she said interrupting the kiss for a brief moment, and then she went back to it.
Her finger tapping softly of the tip of my cock was like pressing a secret button for me, it caused me some sudden urge to fuck and cum! But I was determined to resist it!
She broke the kiss and looked at me as waiting for my begging. But I didn’t want to beg to fuck because I also enjoyed the tease. So I didn’t know what to beg.
This time she decided to be more aggressive in her kissing, ravishing my mouth and sucking my tongue and slips with intensity. She penetrated me with her tongue, and strongly lapped all corners of my cavity, rubbing it strongly against my tongue.
“Take your mouth out, slave, and keep it out. Flat tongue!”
She slowly placed her own tongue pressing against mine, the upper surface of each tongue touching each other. As we slowly accommodated our heads and tongues to increase the surface of contact, she started to slowly rub the underside of my cock from the tip towards the base with her full hand.
Simultaneously she started rubbing my cock underside, up and down. The coordinated rub jumped my fuse on my level of simulating pleasure, as I felt fucked through both ends. As I enjoyed and revealed in this paradise, my brain turned soft and mushy! Electricity run between my cock and my mouth, right along my chest and tummy, and back!.
We both moaned while this slow but intensive rubbing continued. And she gradually accelerated the motion. Oh, fuck! After some vigorous and faster rubbing my heavy moans betrayed that my orgasm is getting near, and she stopped.
She started tapping on the tip of my cock. Oh no, again! This time I can’t hold myself from begging.
“Please Mistress, may I get some pleasure in my cock so I can cum?”
I wanted to say let’s fuck, but I phrased it so that it is up to her how should I cum.
“About time, slave, I like to hear you begging to cum! What a sweet slave you are!”
She removed her hand from my cock, held my face, and started kissing me on the lips. No tongue this time. Just strong kisses in the lips. She played with my cheeks with her hands.
“Get up slave, I have some toys I want to show you! Come. ”
“Ok, you can free your arms …”, she said as I saw that I would need them to get up.
She grabbed the cane again, and I followed her to the bedroom, wondering what perv toys she has in store for me …
Sarah had always had things easy in life. She was cute when she was little, and she developed into a drop-dead gorgeous girl when she grew up. She was tall. She had long blond hair and green eyes. Her tits were perky and perfect and her ass was tight and lean. She made the second-best looking girl appear homely. Her parents always made sure she had everything she needed and most things she wanted. She went to the best high school in town, drove a fancy car, and wore the nicest clothes. She was an only child, so she never had to seek attention at home, and her good looks meant that she never had to seek attention elsewhere either.
But Sarah had one little problem. She was never attracted to the good guy. She always found herself seeking out the bad boys. In grade school, it was Scott. He was always in detention when he came to school at all. He was always able to get cigarettes, and he was very immature when it came to the way he treated Sarah. But that’s just the way most 6th grade boys were. Soon after the start of her 7th-grade year, Scott moved away to live with his father. It wasn’t until her freshman year that Sarah again found her new trouble maker.
Zachary was the total opposite of Sarah. While Sarah was beautiful, popular and involved in numerous clubs and teams at school, Zachary was not so attractive. He was somber, quiet, and reclusive. He was considered a goth by the other students, and there were very few goth kids at Perkins High.
But Sarah couldn’t resist it. She just had to seek Zach out when school was out. She didn’t associate with him in school, but she found ways to spend time with him in the evenings and mornings. Sarah’s parents didn’t know what was going on, and few of her friends noticed, but she was spending more and more time with Zach as the year went on.
Zach was a dangerous kid. He lived with his alcoholic father, who had a fanatic interest in guns. Zach had also acquired a taste for guns, and spent a lot of time practicing his aim at his uncle’s farm on the weekends. During the week, he liked to listen to heavy metal music and play violent video games. Only a girl as beautiful as Sarah would stand a chance at bringing out any positive qualities from a kid like Zach.
Surprisingly, Sarah didn’t take on any of Zach’s interests or personality in their short time together. She certainly did teach Zach a few things about human anatomy though. Sarah knew something that the other girls didn’t know about Zach. He was well hung, and had stamina. He was a sophomore, but he was being well instructed in the ways of physical pleasure by Sarah.
It all ended one day when Zach’s father tried to kill himself in a drunken stupor. He had been drinking all day on Christmas day, and decided it was time to splatter his brains on the ceiling of his living room. He called his brother to say goodbye, propped his 12-gauge between his knees and pulled the trigger. Much to his dismay, nothing happened, So he checked the chamber and discovered that there were no shells in the gun. He had taken a large pull of tequila, just before the attempt, and on top of all the earlier drinking, he was fast approaching a blackout. But that didn’t stop him from trying to find his box of shells. He stumbled out to his garage and finally found a box, but he was too late. His brother had called the cops, and they were already battering down the front and back doors.
One of the officers kicked in the basement door, and was surprised to find Sarah triumphantly riding Zach like a rodeo bronco in Zach’s basement bedroom.
So ended the strange love affair between Zach and Sarah. Zach’s father was institutionalized, Zach was shipped off to his grandmother’s house in California and Sarah was crushed for weeks until she came across her new love, Eric.
Eric had the appearance of all that is good about a teenage kid. He was tall, good-looking, athletic, and reasonably intelligent. Usually, Sarah wouldn’t have felt any attraction to such a kid, but Eric had a dark side that she must have sensed. Eric’s appearance and outward impression belied the fact that he was abusive. His father abused his mother and Eric learned at an early age that women were not to be respected.
Even before they started dating, Eric would make snide comments or act in disrespectful ways toward Sarah. If a group of friends had gathered, Eric would poke fun at Sarah, but in a different way than the other boys that were trying to test her to see if there was a mutual attraction. Eric would pick at any flaw Sarah had. If her shirt had a mark on it or if she had a pimple, he would pick on her for those things when the other boys would have avoided the flaw. Sarah was like a moth to a flame. She found herself helplessly attracted to Eric because of his character flaw.
Within the first month of dating, Eric had already lost his temper and pulled Sarah’s hair, tearing some out by the roots in an argument. A few weeks later, he pushed her into a wall and threatened her. A month later, he finally hit her. It was an open hand slap, just above her ear, but it nearly knocked her to the floor and made her ears ring. After each fight, he was extremely apologetic, and Sarah always accepted the blame for the fight.
This relationship stayed intact for the rest of Sarah’s high school days. She was voted Homecoming Queen her senior year, but Eric, a linebacker on the football team, wasn’t voted as the King. Instead, the good looking and very likable running back was voted as Sarah’s King. This infuriated Eric, and Sarah knew he was hurt and angry, which always meant that he was going to take it out on her. After the dance, Eric waited for Sarah in the parking lot and ordered her into his car. He sped off, even before Sarah could shut her door. As they headed for Eric’s house, Sarah’s cell phone rang. It was one of her friends, asking if she was going to be okay. She said it was nothing to worry about, but she knew better. Unfortunately, she thought she was in love with Eric, and couldn’t imagine life without him.
When they got to Eric’s house, he began berating her for ignoring him at the dance. He was very loud, but his parents didn’t try to intervene. Sarah was not defensive and simply tried to diffuse the situation by apologizing to him and begging him to forgive her and that she’d do anything to make it alright again. But that wasn’t enough for Eric. He finally lost all control and punched Sarah right in the left eye. She flew onto his dresser and then onto the floor. Eric was stunned by the way Sarah crumbled and fell. He could see that he had cut her cheek, and she laid on the floor, holding her ribs.
Eric’s mother finally came into his room and helped Sarah onto his bed. She was in severe pain. her eye was beginning to swell, but it was her rib cage that really hurt. Each breath was a new experience in pain for her. Eric’s mother helped Sarah to her car and drove her to the doctor, telling her the whole time that Eric was sorry and didn’t mean to hurt her. It was a great indoctrination into the battered wive’s syndrome.
When Sarah’s parents arrived at the ER, they were in shock. Their gorgeous princess had been beaten and put into a very demeaning class of victims by a boy they had trusted. Sarah was only 17yrs old, so her parents pressed charges against Eric, in an attempt to protect their daughter and achieve some retribution.
Eric was arrested and his parents couldn’t get him out of jail until the following Monday. Two nights in jail was a big life changing event for Eric. He had all-American looks, but in a jail, those looks don’t make friends like they do in high school.
One particularly scary inmate took a special interest in Eric. He announced that Eric was going to be his bitch, but another equally intimidating inmate also laid claim to the new kid on the block. In reality, neither of them was going to act on their threats, as the county jail wasn’t a place where things like that were going to happen overnight. However to Eric, it was all too real and likely. He immediately set out to befriend anyone he thought could help him keep his anal and oral virginity. Little did he know, the inmate that he ended up befriending was going to impact his life in a very different but much more detrimental manner.
Eric was befriended by Wally. Wally was a many-time loser, who had sampled jail cells all over the state, and had a few short stays in prison before he met Eric that evening in the county jail. Wally specialized in small-time jobs. He would knock over a convenience store just as quickly as he’d grab the purse out of an unlocked car. But Wally always got caught. Fortunately for him, he was a big, likeable guy, and he knew how to handle himself in jail, so he rarely if ever was victimized while incarcerated.
After Eric bonded out, he agreed to take the necessary anger management classes and counseling, and eventually, the District Attorney’s office dismissed the charges, much to the dismay of Sarah’s parents. Had they known that Sarah was once again seeing Eric within a month of the assault, they would have been even more dismayed. But Sarah was crafty and sneaky enough to get her way without being discovered.
But you don’t take an battering instinct out of a boy. Especially one that has gotten away with it when he had been caught red handed. Even worse, Wally was out of jail too, and he and Eric felt some camaraderie from the whole incident that built itself into a true friendship. Eric looked up to Wally and Wally saw himself as a crafty mentor for his new young friend.
It wasn’t long before Eric helped Wally with a small burglary. After that, Wally showed Eric how to pawn some stolen electronics. Within a few months, Eric had a handgun and he and Wally were planning to hit a convenience store when they presumed it would have a large amount of cash. Eric enlisted Sarah to drive the getaway car, without her even realizing that he and Wally were going to rob the place.
But remember that Wally always got caught. This wasn’t information that Eric had before agreeing to the job. So he and Sarah picked Wally up one Sunday evening and drove over to the convenience store under the guise that Wally was going to get them a case of beer. Wally and Eric went into the store while Sarah waited behind the wheel of the car. She didn’t suspect a thing until a police cruiser pulled up and parked right next to her. The two cops got out and started entering the store when she saw them pull their guns and aim them into the store.
When Sarah’s gaze followed the point of the gun, she saw Wally and Eric standing in the store with their hands up. She panicked and started the car, putting it in reverse and flooring it. She didn’t see the car pulling in behind her, and she ricocheted off of that car and into the support that held up the canopy over the gas pumps. The collisions set off the airbag in her car, which caused her to punch herself in the chin with the back of her right hand, knocking her unconscious.
When she came too, a female police officer was telling her to sit still until paramedics could arrive. She was dazed for awhile, but no serious harm was done, so the female officer placed her under arrest for armed robbery and hauled her down to the jail. So began Sarah’s living hell.
Sarah didn’t take well to confinement. She immediately shut down emotionally. The other girls in the jail scared her beyond comprehension. None of them looked pleasant. They were dirty, scarred up, smelly, loud, tattooed, and just down right repulsive. Most of them were drug addicts or clearly suffered from mental illness. She had four other females in the holding cell with her. Two of them called her barbie and laughed about wanting to help strip search her. The other inmate didn’t speak english, but looked at her like she was the next meal.
Sarah’s parents pulled some strings and they were able to get her out of jail within a few hours. But their attorney warned them that it didn’t look good, and that with Wally’s record and Eric’s participation, Sarah was in jeopardy of going to Jail for conspiracy to commit armed robbery. The attorney told them that there were other robberies, possession of stolen property and other offenses that the cops were investigating as well. If any of those stuck, Sarah could go to prison.
Sarah was under house arrest until her trial. Without her knowledge, the District Attorney had worked a plea with Eric so he’d testify against Wally. But the bombshell was that Eric planned to turn on Sarah as well. He was smart enough to sprinkle the D.A.’s office with enough information to make them and eventually the jury believe that Wally and Sarah were the main players and that he was just the dumb jock that got caught up. In the end, Eric received 6 months in jail, while Wally received 5 years in prison and Sarah received 2 years in prison.
Sarah was transported to the women’s penitentiary the day after her trial ended. There, she was stripped, searched, showered and issued her prison issue uniform. It consisted of cotton panties the likes of which she had never even considered wearing, baggy blue jeans, thong sandals and a blue long sleeve button down shirt. She wasn’t even given a bra. She was back in shock by this time, so the lack of a bra didn’t even impact her at the time. She was having an out-of-body experience for most of her introduction into prison life.
As she was led to her cell, she slowly realized that every inmate she saw, stared her down. After that, she avoided eye contact, and tried to stay as close to the guard in front of her as possible. When they got to her cell, she stepped in and sat on the bottom bunk. The guards walked off, and she was left alone, but the cell door was open. About 15 seconds later, a body appeared in the doorway.
The body belonged to Betty. The other inmates called her “Bad Betty”. She was a large, black woman with many years of incarceration under her belt. Few of the girls dared to challenge Bad Betty, and fewer cared to consider a second try after they got out of the hospital. Betty was about 6′ tall. She had a lot of meat on her bones and lots of scars and tattoos on her meat. He teeth were either gold or gone. Her nose was flat, due to a incident in the cafeteria that ended when one of the guards had to use his boot to kick Betty off of a less fortunate girl that had failed to pay her back for some favor.
“Welcome to my house you little cunt”, said Betty.
Sarah just looked up at Betty with awe on her face. She nearly peed herself and it was all she could do to avoid throwing up.
“My name is Betty. The guards probably won’t agree with me on this, but I happen to own this joint. I own the food, the activity yard, the warden and all the little white girls that get to visit. Therefore, you are now my property. Do you know what that means?”
Sarah slowly shook her head from side to side, still holding the deer in the headlights look on her face.
“That means that you get to learn how to eat pussy. Unless you already know how to eat pussy that is. Do ya?”
Sarah again slowly shook her head “no”.
Betty smiled. “Oh, that’s good. I love the virgins. And you little white virgins are the best pussy eaters. Its like your mama trained you, then wiped your brain clean so you wouldn’t remember a thing until a big black pussy was right in front of your nose again.” Betty laughed a big laugh and then walked away.
Sarah looked down on the bed and realized that she had now peed her pants. She put her face into her hands and sobbed.
That’s when a bell sounded, and the inmates started going back to their cells. Sarah just sat their in her own urine and cried until two girls walked into the cell with her. One of the girls was a rough looking dishwater blond. She was overweight, missing most of her teeth and just stood inside the door, looking down at Sarah. The other was a fairly attractive looking older black woman. She had short black hair, but she was tall and looked to be in very good shape. She didn’t look as mean as the other girl, and she looked like a saint compared to Betty.
Sarah looked up with tears streaking down her face and tried to introduce herself, but nothing would come out of her mouth.
“Save it honey”, said the black woman. We’ve got plenty of time for introductions. My name is Wanda. It looks like you need to get cleaned up a little bit.”
“What the fuck”, said the white girl? “She pissed on my bed? You little bitch!”
Wanda turned to the white girl. “Settle down bitch. Its her first day. Give her a break and give me my blanket.”
Wanda called the guard and had him bring another pair of jeans for Sarah. Wanda and the white girl held up the sheet so Sarah could change in privacy.
“Thank you,” said Sarah.
“Oh, she can talk,” Wanda chuckled. “We all had our first days honey. Mine was so long ago, I don’t remember it, but I had it. So did ol’ white trash here,” as she motioned to the white girl.
“My name is Shannon, not white trash.”
Wanda rolled her eyes and smiled at Sarah. “I’m told you are Sarah Miller. It may surprise you to know that I already know you, but word travels fast when a pretty little thing like yourself is in trouble. Believe me. There are many here, who want a piece of you. The warden always places pretty things with people like me. However, I don’t know how Trashy here got in my cell,” again Wanda chuckled. “I must have pissed off one of the guards.”
“You knew I was coming? I wasn’t convicted until yesterday.”
“Yeah, but the wardens always know when high risk prisoners may be coming. That way they can take certain precautions to avoid messy incidents from occurring when they do arrive.”
“I’m not high risk. I haven’t even had a speeding ticket before.”
“It’s not you that presents the risk to anyone. It’s all of us that present the risk to you. Honey, there are some bad bitches in here that would crawl over broken glass to taste your pussy. There are even meaner ones that would chain you to the floor and force you to eat them out until you passed out. Trailer trash here is safe for the most part, but you are fresh meat, and of a very prime grade. The Warden wants to keep you as fresh as possible.”
“As possible? What does that mean?”
“Well, she has her own interests at stake. She has political aspirations, but she also has some very deep secrets that she doesn’t want to publicize. I can protect you from the monsters that are the inmates, but there is nothing I can do about the Warden, as she holds the keys to the front door of this place and the guards wield all the power she commands. You see, I’m favored by the Warden because I’ve been able to deliver in the past. I don’t sample the goods before she gets her fun.”
Sarah began to shake and tear up again. She wondered what kind of hell she had fallen into. She just wanted to wake up from a nightmare and feel the comfort of her own bed and room again. But she wasn’t asleep, and she knew it.
A guard came back to the cell and spoke quietly with Wanda. The Wanda turned to Sarah and said, “good news, the warden wants to see us.”
The warden’s office was huge. She had it tastefully decorated with very nice furniture and art. She had a treadmill in the corner and a bowflex set next to it. Two guards stood behind Wanda and Sarah as they waited for the warden to enter.
With a rush, the warden came in. She was sharply dressed in dark pant suit with a silk white blouse and black leather high heels. Sarah guessed she was in her early 40’s. She was average height, had her dark curly hair pulled back in a pony tail and work librarian glasses which made her look smart. Behind the glasses, she had big kind brown eyes. She smiled kindly at Sarah, and Sarah nervously smiled back as the warden’s eyes slowly surveyed the new prisoner from head to toe.
“I see you have met Wanda. She’s our best greeter here at my prison. She always takes very good care of my special girls. I hear you have met Betty too,” the warden shook her head. “She’s a real problem her for us. She’s very unstable, but I can’t seem to get any of the other wardens to take her off of my hands. But don’t worry, Wanda will keep an eye on you. Wanda knows how to get her sugar around here, and she knows that I have big plans for my newest little teenage prom queen.”
Sarah almost corrected the warden to stay that she was homecoming queen, but something made her think twice about speaking at that moment.
“My name is Warden Keller. I’ve been the warden her for six years and before that I was the assistant for four years. We have a very good record here at my prison, but pretty girls like you can sometimes cause problems that I like to avoid. Therefore, I’ve started a special program to keep you busy and out of trouble. If you do good work, obey the rules and avoid causing problems, you will serve your time and be out into the real world on no time. Once free, you can find some rich man with a little cock and live happily ever after. If you don’t do as told, you will spend the rest of your life, lost in the system like that piece of trash we stuck in your cell with Wanda.”
“I wondered about that Ma’am. Do you think we can arrange to have her moved anytime soon,” asked Wanda.
Keller smiled at Wanda. “She’s being moved as we speak. I’m thinking that Betty may be a good roommate for you two, but I’d like to hear what Miller here has to say about my program first. You see Miller, one fight in my prison guarantees five more years in maximum security. And putting Betty in your cell pretty much guarantees a fight. So let’s see what we have in store for you.” Keller sat down at her desk and opened up a file folder. She scanned the contents. “Oh my. I can see that my people have had their eye on you since your arrest hit the scanner. Someone seems to have hand picked you for my program months ago,” Keller smiled.
Sarah got a cold chill and a empty feeling hit her stomach.
“Well, lucky you. You get to hang out with troop “A”. These are the finest girls I have to offer. If you are smart, you will do everything you can to stay in that troop. I call them my little girl scouts.”
Wanda nodded with approval. “I used to be in that troop. It really wasn’t that bad, although I haven’t had much of a taste for pussy since then.”
Keller continued, “You will still technically be in Wanda’s cell when you aren’t busy. And Wanda’s experience with troop “A” should help you learn your skills.” Keller handed a sheet over to Wanda. “Wanda, go over this with Miller when you get back to your cell. Now for one of my favorite parts of being the warden. Inmate Miller? Strip.
Sarah felt dizzy and immediately felt all the blood rushing to her head. She stood motionless for a moment, then looked down at her belt line. She slowly unsnapped her jeans, let them drop to the floor, unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor and stood still once again with her pants still around her ankles. She felt totally humiliated and vulnerable.
“No panties huh? I have a stiff penalty for being out of uniform Miller. But mmm mmm, don’t you look yummy.” Keller looked at Wanda, “I’m afraid you have some work to do on her Wanda. That hair just has to go. I can’t have hairy little girls running around in my prison. Have her waxed as soon as you are dismissed.” Keller picked up a long wooden rod and walked around her desk toward Sarah. She put the end of the rod to Sarah’s labia and gently opened her up. “That’s finger-lickin’ good Miller. Wanda, I can’t believe you haven’t sampled that yet. You are such a good little protector.”
“Thank you ma’am,” said Wanda.
Keller continued her inspection, “Oh, and those titties. You may be the prize of the whole prison system Miller. Step out of those jeans and spread your feet to shoulder width. Now bend over and grab your ankles.” Keller walked around behind Sarah. She licked her index finger and very lightly put it to Sara’s anus. Sara flinched and let out an almost inaudible gasp. “Oh, do we have an anal virgin here? My my, the things you are going to learn here Miller.”
With that, the warden ordered Wanda to take Sarah to the waxing room. “And her clothes can stay here. She won’t be needing those,” Keller said with a wide grin.
Wanda and Sara were led down to the medical ward by the two guards. Sara was completely frazzled by being paraded in front of people while totally nude. She had heard of waxing, but had never had one before, but Wanda assured her that the pain was worth it.
Sara crawled up onto the exam table and Wanda told her to put her legs in the stirrups. Wanda then covered Sara with a sheet, which Sara appreciated as the room was a bit cold. Sara looked around and there were various medical related items in the room.
A few minutes later, a female that looked like a doctor walked in to the room. She ordered the guards to restrain Sara, and the guards put 4 point leather restraints on Sara to keep her arms and legs from moving. This made Sara even more nervous. The woman then removed Sara’s sheet, leaving her totally exposed once again. Wanda just looked on.
“Oh, what a nice one we have here, huh boys?” said the lady and the guards chuckled.
Wanda spoke up, “the warden ordered a waxing.”
“Oh, that will be fine, but first I need to fully inspect the little bitch for any STD’s. We know how these little tramps get passed around before they come to us, don’t we boys?” said the lady.
Sara just closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was somewhere else. But she felt the lady touching her and looked down between her legs to see some shiny metal being inserted into her.
“This is just a speculum so I can do a thorough inspection on you.” The lady shined a light into Sara’s pussy, and probed her with a wooden prod. Then she removed the speculum and greased up her glove before inserting two fingers into her. Sara felt nothing sexual about it and just tried to pass it off as a standard vaginal exam. But this lady was much more thorough than any doctor had been before and the exam too a long time. Plus, she was restrained and there were three onlookers this time, which totally freaked her out.. Then the lady did something no other doctor had ever done. She lubed up again and inserted her finger into Sara’s rectum. Then she pulled out another device and slid it into Sara’s rectum. “Just a rectal speculum sweetie. Don’t mind me,” and she chuckled. “Hmm….seems like someone might need a little cleansing.”
The lady left, and came back with an enima kit. “I like my girls squeaky clean. Put her in the basin boys.”
The two guards unstrapped Sara, and she got off of the table. They led her over to a square shaped porcelain unit in the corner. “Hands out,” said one of the guards. Sarah complied, and they shackled her wrists with some iron shackles. Sarah looked down and could see that the drain was just a big open hole in the basin. One of the guards hooked a cable to the chain between Sara’s schackles. Sara looked up and saw that the cable went over a pulley hooked to the ceiling and led to a winch near the wall.
“Bend over sweetie”, said the lady.
Sara flinched as she felt the tube being inserted into her anus. The lady pumped something, and Sarah could feel something filling her up. Then the lady released the fluid, and Sara felt the strange sensation of warm fluid entering her body. It didn’t take long and Sarah felt bloated and full. She looked at her tummy and saw that it pooched out. Then she began to feel discomfort. “Oh my….I think I’m going to explode”, she said.
To this, the lady and the guards just laughed.
Wanda said, “hold it in honey. The good doctor is just making sure that you are nice and clean. Let it to its work. She’ll let you go in a minute.”
Sara sighed lightly, grimaced and wriggled a little, but nothing helped relieve the pressure.
After a few minutes, the lady stepped back over to Sara and said, “now hold it in sweetie. I don’t like messes. I’m going to deflate the ball and pull out the tube, but keep holding it until I say you can release.”
Sara waited until the tube was out and then tightened her rectum as much as she could. To her embarrassment, a little fluid squirted out as she stood up. Then one of the guards cranked the winch until Sara’s hands were above her head and there was a small amount of tension on the cable. Then the lady said it was okay to let it go. Sara fought it though as she was terribly embarrassed to do it in front of four people. Finally, she was no long able to hold it in, and she gasped as she emptied herself into the basin.
One of the guards pulled a hose over to the basin and started spraying Sara down with cold water. He rinsed out the basin as well. The lady then ordered the guard to let Sara down, so the winch was released and Sara’s hands were allowed to come back down. She stood there demoralized.
“Bend over again sweety,” said the lady. Sara complied and the lady once again inserted her fingers and the speculum into Sara’s anus. “Oh, much better now. So pink and healthy.”
Sara was led back over to the exam table and put back int the stirrups. The shackles were removed and she was again strapped down with the leather restraints. The lady dried her off, and began waxing her, tearing little patches of hair off of her as the wax cooled. With each rip, Sara would cry out in pain and beg to be let free. After about 5 or 6 rips, Sara began to swear at the lady and the guards, cursing them for torture and telling them that her parents would see that they were fired. But the three of them just laughed and the lady seemed to take even more pleasure in the activity.
It took about 20 minutes and Sara was completely smooth.
The lady stood up with a smile on her face. “Gorgeous. I suppose the little bitch is going to the girlscouts?” Wanda nodded he head. “Well, I hope she can take it. She doesn’t have much meat on her bones. Well, you had better get her over to metalworks.”
With that, Wanda and the guards escorted Sara to another department. As she entered through the door, she was confronted with a machine shop and several men, wearing welding masks, holding various tools and working with different shapes and sizes of metal. A small man glasses approached and quietly measured various parts of Sara’s body. Then he looked at another man in the room and said, “Get me a temp set, size 3″.
The other man, a greasy, scary looking man went into a back room and came out holding a set of metal shackles and chains. The bespeckled man took them, and started putting them on Sarah, to which she took great offense. She was stricken with fear by their rough and heavy appearance. There was a thick waist belt that was hinged and fastened by a padlock. To that, there were four shackles connected by chains for her wrists and ankles. Then there was a very thick metal neck collar that was connected to the rest of the set by a thick chain. It had a heavy “O” ring on it which was for a leash or to be used to chain her to something else.
Sara began to fight and kick at the man, but the guards quickly tackled her and held her down as she screamed and spat at them. Another man came over with a bit gag and the guards fastened that tightly in her mouth, with quieted her and stopped the spitting. When the guards stood up, Sara was left lying on the concrete floor, chained like a slave in the 1800’s. She stared at the guards with such hate in her eyes that Wanda knew Sara would be able to handle her ordeal.
The guards roughly picked Sara up off of the floor, and began to lead her next appointment.
Sara was very angry and was fighting the guards with every bit of her strength. As they pulled and pushed her down the corridor, she was doing her best to make it as difficult as possible. But her restraints were heavy, and she couldn’t even raise her arms more than slightly above her waste due to the length of the chains. The shackles didn’t fit very well, and they were chaffing and bruising her wrists and ankles and her left ankle was even beginning to bleed from a small cut.
They came to an elevator and when the door opened, the guards shoved her in. She fell in a heap, and lay panting through her gag. She was drooling heavily, and her hair was sweaty and matted. It was a short ride down, and when the doors opened up, the guards roughly picked her up from the floor, but by now, she was worn out and didn’t have much if any fight left in her. The guards half carried and half drug her naked body to down to the end of the hall and through a large set of double doors.
There, Sara looked up and was horrified by what she saw. There were contraptions, machines, cages and equipment that made the place look like a mediaeval dungeon. On top of that, there were all kinds of people around the room. Some were clearly guards, others were women that didn’t appear to be guards. Some women were just cleaning the place. They were polishing shiny metal things, mopping the floor or wiping down equipment. But the women that really concerned Sara were the women that appeared to be the subject of torture. As her eyes panned the room, she saw women in cages, in chains, in wooden stocks. There was one woman who was suspended in mid air, in a spread-eagle.
The guards waited and held Sarah as a large black man approached. He was well over 6′ tall with thick arms rippling with muscle. Each of his thighs were as big around as Sara’s whole body. He wore a tight black shirt and tight black pants, and Sara could see that his legs weren’t the only thing about him that were unusually large. One of the guards said, “Hi Mack. This one is a spirited little bitch. She’s probably going to give you a lot of trouble here.”
Mack reached out his large hand and put it up to Sara’s throat. “Is that right? Well, don’t worry about us. We have some special things in mind for this pretty little piece of chicken meat.” His hand firmly gripped Sara just under her jaw bone. “Can you walk or do we need to drag you?”
Sara did her best to say that she would walk, but it was barely discernable due to the gag.
Mack gave an evil chuckle, “well, that wasn’t so hard was it? You might take all the fun out of this. Thanks for bringing her down guys. We’ll call you when she’s ready to go back up.”
As the two guards left, Mack hooked a leash to Sara’s collar and began to lead her through the room. “This is the prison dungeon. If an inmate really screws up, the warden sends her to us for special treatment. I’ve been the Master her for 10 years, and in that time, we’ve only had one general population inmate sent down here. She had assaulted a guard for the third time, among other things, and the warden had simply had enough. Unfortunately, she wasn’t tough enough to handle what we can dish out down here, so now she’s over at the state hospital.” Mack shook his head in shame, “I don’t think she’s ever going to be able to get out of there. She’s a real nut case now. No, the warden knows that its dangerous to send a girl down to us that doesn’t already have some spunk and spirit. If a girl is just mean and crazy, this isn’t the place for them. They will go completely over the edge 100% of the time. But girls like you? We bring you along real slow. If you have what it takes, it comes real easy. If you don’t have what it takes, well, there is always the state hospital.”
Mack led Sara to the very middle of the room. Sara’s eyes looked all around her. The room was huge. She estimated its size to be about the size of a football field. The ceiling was at least 20 feet high. Everywhere she looked there were different, scary looking things.
“Stand still”, Mack said. He bent down and picked up a heavy chain that was attached to the floor at Sara’s feet. He attached the chain to Sara’s collar with a padlock, and removed the leash. “You have some freedom to move around here”. Mack pointed to a bucket off to the side of Sara, “over there is your bathroom”. Then he pointed to the concrete floor and said with a grin, “this is your bed, couch and easy chair. Enjoy your stay at the state penitentiary. I know I’ll enjoy working with you.”
With that, Mack walked off. Sara just watched him go, with a total look of disbelief in her eyes. Then, from behind her, she hears Wanda’s voice in her ear. “Don’t worry girl. Just cooperate with them and things get way easier. Trust me. I made it through, and now I have the run of the place. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. Don’t fight them or they will break you. Cooperate and you get to keep your spirit. If you refuse they will take even that from you.”
The next 24 hours was very hard for Sara. Wanda had left, and now all Sara had was her eyes, ears and nose to teach her what she needed to do. She watched the dungeon workers punish other girls. She watched girls being raped, whipped, shocked and forced to do all kinds of things to each other. All the while, she could only drool through her gag. She had a terrible need to go pee, but she kept holding it until she thought she was going to burst. Then, she shuffled over to her bucket, squatted and let it go. It was the only form of pleasure she had experienced for nearly a day. But with it came humiliation too. She felt like an animal. All human dignity had been torn away from her. Now she was even forced to relieve herself like an animal. At least, she though, they gave her a bucket. But that was more for their convenience than hers. This way, they didn’t have to clean it up.
Two minutes after she had used the bucket, Mack returned. He had two females with him that were in chains similar to hers. Both were very beautiful, and looked to be content with their situation. One of them even smiled at Sara. But Sara just sat on the floor in her chains. She looked at the three of them without any emotion on her face.
“You filthy slut,” Mack grumbled. “You’ve soiled your area without first seeking permission.” With that, he picked up the bucket and poured it over Sara. Sara ducked as the warm urine splashed over her. “Okay girls, clean her up”. One of the girls went over and uncoiled a hose. She turned on the spigot, and began spraying Sara. The other picked up a long handled scrub brush and some soap and began scrubbing Sara down between sprayings. The water was very cold and Sara began to shiver and her teeth chattered. She was in agony half way into this very embarrassing event. “Next time ask for permission bitch,” said Mack as he walked away.
When the two girls were done washing her, they grabbed some towels and began wiping her down. “I’m Amy,” said one of them. She had short blonde hair and was very beautiful. She was about the same size as Sara.
“I’m Terry”, said the other. She was much taller than Amy and Sara. She had muscular arms and legs, and had the appearance of someone you would see in sports on t.v. She had reddish brown hair that went half way down her back. “You can trust us. We won’t hurt you intentionally, and Master Mack won’t force us to do his dirty work for him. He makes us clean up around here, and do some kinda mean things to the girls, but we don’t torture. He says we can remove your gag now.” With that, Terry unbuckled the gag, and slowly pulled it out of Sara’s mouth. Sara worked her jaw and liked her lips as soon as it came out.
“Oh, thank you so much. What the fuck is this all about? Are they going to kill me or torture me?”
“Probably not,” said Amy. “These girls,” Amy motioned around the room, “are here because they either refused to cooperate or they just screwed up. Screwing up is bad, but eventually you get out. The ones that refuse aren’t so lucky. They are forced to do things that are so bad that they beg for the chance to cooperate. There’s another part of the dungeon that you can’t see from here that is reserved for the really difficult girls.” Amy and Terry looked at Sara with fear in their eyes.
Terry added, “you are so gorgeous that we really want to help you. Master says we can if you agree to behave.”
Sara nodded in agreement, “anything to get me out of these mother fucking chains. And if anyone comes at me with a gag like that again, I’ll rip their cock off.”
Amy shook her head, “you don’t understand Sara. Chains are on you almost all the time from now on. And even when they take them off of you, you can’t free yourself of them. The physical chains get set aside, but the mental chains are there for the rest of your life. You will understand in a few weeks.”
Sara shook her head and laughed, “you two are nuts. No one is going to chain me up for good. I’ve only got a 2 year sentence.”
Amy and Terry looked at each other sadly. Amy said, “well, that’s good. Just cooperate and you will be out of here in two years then.”
Sara didn’t know how to react to that, so she just said, “well, can you at least get me out of this place?”
Terry responded, “not really, but we can unhook you, from her and give you a tour and answer all your questions. With that, a guard came over and unlocked Sara’s padlock and the three of them went on a stroll around the room.
“We call this the dungeon,” explained Amy. “Mack may have told you that this is where the girls are punished. There are other places on the grounds for discipline, but this is where you end up if you have really made the warden unhappy. This girl,” Amy pointed to a thin redhead in a very small cage on the floor, “bit her holder so bad that she had to have stitches. She’s been in that cage for a week.” Sara looked at her. The girl was very pretty, but she was dirty, her hair was matted down and she just peered back at Sarah through her bars. Amy continued, “she should be getting out any day now, but she can’t speak to anyone, nor can we speak to her. She only gets out of the cage once per day to go potty. Other than that, she eats and sleeps crammed into that thing. My guess is that she will have obedience training after this.”
“And that girl,” said Terry pointing to the girl that had been suspended in the air when Sara first arrived, “she refused to go on a field trip. So, they brought her in yesterday and strung her up.” The girl was now fastened into a large wooden chair. The chair had metal brackets to hold her neck, forearms, wrists, waste, thighs and ankles in place. “That’s the electric chair. It doesn’t kill you, but it sure does get your attention,” said Terry. The girl in the chair had a ball gag in her mouth now, and she was covered in drool, all the way down to her hairless pussy. She had electrodes attached to her in several places, and another girl in chains like Sara’s was controlling the electrical impulses from about 10 feet away. Sara could see that there were wires that were coming out of the girl’s pussy and from under the seat of the chair. “No one can take more than about 15 minutes of that,” said Terry.
Terry and Amy went on and on, telling Sara about each of the girls in the room. They even introduced her to some of the other girls that were wearing chain sets like theirs. For the first time, Sara took note that the other girls’ shackles looked much nicer than hers. Their shackles appeared to fit better and actually had some sort of lining.
“Why are your chains so nice,” asked Sara.
“These are specially made for us because we are girl scouts,” said Amy. “You will get yours today or tomorrow. The little guy measured you didn’t he?”
Sara nodded.
“Well, that was to make your custom set. We have to wear these nearly all the time as our mark of submission to the warden. If you wore those for more than a couple of days, they would tear you up so bad that you would be scarred permanently, get infections and fungus and all kinds of problems would occur.”
Sara didn’t know what to think. On one hand, she welcomed the idea of getting rid of her heavy set of irons, but on the other hand, she didn’t like the idea of wearing any restraints nearly all the time.
“But as you can see, they don’t chain us up all the time,” said Terry, as she raised her arms up to show that her movement was not restricted. Sara had already noticed that the chains between their ankles and the chains from their waste to their wrists were not there.
The dungeon tour continued for more than an hour. Terry and Amy could see that Sara was getting worn out. They could tell that she didn’t want the tour to end, probably because she feared what was in store for her next. “Don’t worry,” said Amy, Master says you can come back with us now.
Terry and Amy took Sara out of the dreaded dungeon and down the hall. “We’ll show you where we get to spend most of our time,” said Terry.
On their long walk, Sara began to feel much more at ease. She was exhausted, scared, nervous and confused, but Terry and Amy had an incredible way of helping her feel a little less vulnerable and a little less in fear.
Sara could tell they were deep underground as they walked through the different corridors. There was a damp, cool, feel to the air. There were no windows, and there was little sound. The doors that they passed were heavy metal doors that appeared to be securely locked., but there were not many doors. Just long passageways with overhead lighting and the occasional fire extinquisher.
Finally, they came to an open door that was guarded by two very well built female guards. Both women were over 6′ tall and looked like they could have won any body building contest they entered. Sara immediately feared them, but they didn’t make eye contact with her, nor did the seem to acknowledge Terry or Amy. They just let the three prisoners walk through the doorway, and into the room. Once inside, Sara could see that the room was equipped for somewhat comfortable living. The large room had some tables, with chairs, some upholstered furniture, a television and even a couch. There were several extremely beautiful women in the room. All of them had the same restraints as Terry and Amy. Other than the two guards at the door, they appeared to be unguarded and unmonitored. As Sara looked at each one of them, they peered back and smiled at her. Sara felt a huge wave of relief wash over her.
“Hello girls,” said Amy. “This is Sara. She’s going to be training with us for a few days. Ginger has asked us to show her around, so lets all meet back here in 15 minutes, after we show her the rest of the place.”
Terry led the way as the three walked through the social area and back to the rest of the suite. “Here is the bathroom,” said Terry, motioning into a doorway. Sara looked in. There were several toilets, a large mirrored sink area with about ten sinks and a large open shower area. “This is where we clean up. As you can see, there isn’t any privacy, but you will get used to it.”
Amy then pointed to another room, “this is the sleeping area.” Sara looked into that room and was amazed to see that all but the area immediately inside the doorway was one huge bed. The bedding must have covered over 400 square feet, and went from wall to wall. There were pillows and blankets folded neatly all over the bed. “We all sleep together. Again, it takes a little getting used to, but after one night, you wouldn’t want it any other way. We all agree that we feel much safer in numbers.”
Terry and Amy went on to show Sara the small food prep area, the dining room, the exercise room, and something they called an interview room. They didn’t go into much detail on anything, and when Sara questioned what the interview room was for, they just told her that they would explain more later. Then they led her back to the social room. Now there were nine girls sitting around, apparently waiting for them.
Terry sat down on the floor and Amy introduced Sarah to each of the girls. The names went by too fast, but Sara could see that each of the girls was stunningly gorgeous. Everyone seemed as upbeat and happy as Terry and Amy too. When the introductions were done, all the women lined up in two rows of six. Terry had Sara stand in the middle position in the front row, and told her to follow along. They all faced the doorway, and Sara felt strange about the militaristic feel that the group had suddenly taken on. She just looked at the door, and kept her eye on the guards. She wondered if they were going to come in and do something.
Then, Sara saw the guards step aside as a gorgeous woman strolled into the room. She was of average height with long curly brown hair. She was wearing a leather corset, a short leather skirt, tall button up black leather boots, and she held a black leather riding crop. Her body was exquisite. She had tanned, smooth skin, and her finely toned muscles made her look like she belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. She had dark brown eyes, and a strong jaw. When she entered to room, all the girls knelt, so Sara did too.
“Hello girls,” she said. “I see we have a new one today. This must be Sara.” She placed the end of her riding crop under Sara’s chin, and pressed her chin up, until Sara’s eyes met with hers. “Oh, but aren’t you a pretty young thing,” she said. “My name is Ginger. I am your Alpha mistress. You will treat me with absolute respect and honor, or I will make you rue the day you were born. You shall call me Mistress Ginger when I address you. If I don’t address you, you shall keep those pretty lips firmly pressed together. You will learn that I like my girls to be obedient, but I like them wet even more.”
Sara didn’t know what to say. She just knelt there, feeling like an animal in her chains, exposed and kneeling before this beautiful woman.
“Amy,” Ginger called. “I think you can unchain her a little, but let’s fasten her to Beth for a few days, so Beth can show her some of the finer points of being a girlscout.”
Amy stood up, “up you go Sara,” she said. She was handed a key by Ginger and went about removing some of Sara’s chains. “Come over here Beth,” she said.
An extremely cute girl walked over to Sara. She had almost orange hair and very white skin. Sara could tell that Beth was nearly as young as she was. Her skin was as smooth as butter, and although she wasn’t in the same type of condition as Ginger, her body was gorgeous. She was much softer than Ginger, but she didn’t have one ounce of extra fat on her body. Her breasts were perfect too, with nice big nipples. Her eyes were green, which gave her a look of ferocity that was in direct contrast with the soft, kind, smile on her face.
Beth stood in front of Sara and looked deeply into Sara’s eyes as Amy locked their chains to each other. On chain ran from Sara’s neck collar to Beth’s. Another ran from her waist belt to Beth’s. Their wrists and ankles were left unchained, but each still wore the cuffs on their ankles and wrists. Then Amy took Sara’s hands, and held them behind Sara’s back. Sara felt Amy locking her wrists to the back of her waist belt. This confused Sara a little, since she had been unchained to begin with, and now she was even more severely restricted. But something in Beth’s eyes told her not to protest.
“Beth will be your hands for you for the next few days,” said Ginger. “If your nose itches, Beth will scratch it. She will feed you, bathe you and wipe you. But don’t worry my little angel, she’s the best little girl we have, so you are in very good hands.”
Sara’s mind was thrown right back into a whirlwind. She wondered how long this was going to last, how she was going to tolerate this and what Beth had done to end up here. But that didn’t last long. Before she knew it, Ginger had left the room and the other girls were all around her, reassuring her that everything was going to be fine. They were caressing her shoulders, whispering calming words and nodding their heads in an attempt to calm her down. Soon, Beth had her by her elbow and lower back, and was ushering her to sit in one of the chairs.
“It really will be okay,” said Beth. “Jackie did this for me,” she said pointing to a beautiful smiling black woman standing nearby. “I’ve done it for two girls since getting here too. I really love it. We will become best friends, and you will learn so much. It will do nothing but help you and make you very happy. We are the luckiest girls in the prison system. I can guarantee that.”
One of the girls brought Sara a cup of water and Beth helped her drink it. Then another girl suggested that Sara should have a sponge bath to help her relax, so they took her into the showerroom, and two of the girls helped Beth give her a warm sponge bath. “We can’t get you under the shower until your good shackles come. These wouldn’t do well in the wetness and would probably end up rusting or staining your beautiful skin,” said Beth.
Sara felt absolutely wierded out by the attention and the touching, but after a few minutes, she just closed her eyes and let it happen. After a bit, she actually grew to appreciate and enjoy how the girls handled her body. Beth patted her dry with a towel and then said, “we had better get you some rest. Let’s go to bed for a nap, then we can have dinner with the rest of the girls.”
Beth led Sara to the bedroom and motioned toward a pillow and blanket. “Right there,” she said.
Sara was speechless. She was about to go to bed while chained to a beautiful naked girl. But she was very tired and had been through so much, that she just crawled over to the pillow and covered up with the blanket. It was the most comfort she had experienced in a long time, and she was out, as her head first came into contact with the pillow.
When Sara woke up, Beth was holding her in her arms, and they were covered by the blanket. Sara could feel Beth’s warm, smooth body close to hers, and she could feel the chain and restraints as well. Beth was still asleep, and had a look of peace on her face. Sara moved a little to relieve some pressure on one of her wrists, and Beth started to come out of her sleep.
Beth’s eyes opened up, and a kind smile formed on her beautiful face. “You looked cold,” Beth whispered. “I hope you don’t mind. Besides, I have trouble keeping my hands off of beautiful girls like you,” and smiled even bigger.
Sara felt shy and embarrassed. She didn’t know what to say, so she just quietly said, “no, that’s okay.” Then she immediately felt like she’d insulted Beth, but Beth didn’t seem to take it that way. Sara hadn’t felt intimacy like this for a long time. Even when she was happy with Eric, she didn’t feel the connection that she had suddenly come to know with Beth. Then there was the period of house arrest, which only left her with her two hands for pleasure.
Beth threw off the blanket, and helped Sara get off the bed and back on her feet. Sara felt like a paraplegic when Beth had to help her get to her feet, but things had just begun, and Sara was about to learn a whole lot more.
“Now its dinnertime,” said Beth. “We are much luckier than the general population. We don’t get as much food, but what we do get is very healthy and very good..” Beth led the way to the dining room, and Sara followed at the end of the chain. In the dining room, the other girls we all seated at the long table. Sara and Beth sat at the end, facing each other. Soon, women in prison uniforms started bringing in food carts. They set trays of food down in front of each girl. The women in prison uniforms were not pleasant looking women. They reminded Sara of the type of women she saw when she was in jail. They had greasy hair, they were unhealthy looking and most of them had scars and tattoos. That made Sara realize that several of the girls at the table with her, also had tattoos, and each of them had the same tattoo. Sara didn’t realize it until now, but each of the girls had the exact same tattoo. It was a symbol that looked like a pyramid. Some girls had it on the front of their pelvic area, and others had it just above their tail bone. As Sara wondered about the tattoos, Beth offered her a fork full of salad. Sara accepted it and munched on it. Beth continued to feed Sara and give her drinks of water from her cup throughout the meal.
“Eat up,” Beth said. “You always have to eat everything as Ginger has us on an exact diet, and if you leave something out, you won’t be able to keep up.”
As the girls ate, they chatted in a friendly, even lively, manner. Sara concluded that they were all very good friends. When they were done with their meals of salad, fish, fruit and water, the workers cleared the table, and the girls all went out to the social area. There Sara was able to talk with the other girls for the first time. First, they had her tell them about her childhood, school, growing up and other personal stuff. It made Sara homesick and sad to talk about her life, but the girls all seemed so supportive and positive, that she was able to get through it. Then she was asked to explain how she had ended up in prison. When she told them how she had been duped into driving the getaway car, the all moaned and rolled their eyes about how their deadbeat boyfriends, husbands or brothers had led them astray. There was a general consensus that they would have all been able to stay out of trouble if it wasn’t for some guy that came along and screwed things up.
Then each of them gave a short intro about themselves. A short description of their childhood, later life, etc…, as well as how they had gotten sent to prison. The stories varied greatly. Some had good childhoods and bad marriages. Some had bad childhoods and went straight from school to the penitentiary. Some were middle class, some were low class and one, Beth, was high class. Trinity had killed her fiancé while defending herself from an assault. She made the mistake of shooting him when he was very drunk, unarmed, and asleep. Jina had embezzled hundreds of thousands of dollars from her employer to support her husbands gambling habit. Terry worked for a drug lord in San Diego as his secretary/cruise director on his yacht. Laura had tried to poison her father to death because he was pimping her out to some friends of his when she was in high school.
They talked shop for hours. Then Ginger came back to the room. Everyone lined up and kneeled again when she walked in.
“Its time for sleep girls,” announced Ginger. “Amy, Terry, Alex, and Trinity are going on a two-day trip tomorrow. The crew will be in at 5:00 a.m. to get you ready. The rest of you have normal duties. Beth, you and Sara will report to me at in the exercise room after breakfast.”
With that, Ginger walked out of the room, and the girls started heading back to the bedroom. Sara actually saw some humor in calling it the bedroom, since the room was totally filled with a bed. She thought that would make other bedrooms, more like rooms with beds in them. As they walked toward the bedroom, Sara asked Beth what Ginger meant by a two-dayThe ice slave trip.
“Well,” Beth explained. “We have certain duties and obligations here, in return for our special treatment. You see, we don’t have to worry as much about typical prison life. We don’t run much risk of being abused, beaten or raped by other inmates or guards because the warden wants to keep us fresh, clean and attractive. But there is some payback for the special treatment. The warden has a side business that includes using us as prostitutes or slaves if you will.”
Sara was immediately stricken with horror. She had seen so much in the past few days, that she didn’t think it could get worse, but the thought of being sent to a brothel, a party or put out on the corner made her sick to her stomach.
“But its not like you might think,” explained Beth. “Usually, it’s extremely glamorous and we actually look forward to most of the trips. I’ve been on a few where I didn’t want them to end, if you can believe that.”
“You mean to tell me that you like being used as a whore,” asked Sara defiantly.
“No, I definitely don’t like that feeling, when I get that feeling, but honestly, as long as Ginger likes you, that feeling rarely comes over you. We just had a girl paroled that Ginger didn’t like, and she got sent on most of the bad trips. Ginger doesn’t like Trisha either, so as long as you don’t do what Trisha does, that will help ensure that you start off on the right foot with Ginger. We all expect Trisha to take over as the ‘dirty whore’ as Ginger used to call Shannon.”
“So,” Sara asked. “We aren’t sent off for sex with dirty old men all night?”
It was my boy’s birthday and I was going to make sure it was one he would never forget. Since I got home well before he did, I started the prep early. I took a shower, shaved every part smooth, and put on his favorite perfume. It had a sultry, dark, sexy bouquet. Making sure my makeup and hair looked good, I did the dinner preparations. When he got home, I hustled him off to the shower so he’d be as clean as I for our after-dinner activities. After finishing his shower he came out in the front lace-up leather pants I had set out for him on the bed. I had him settle on the pillow next to my chair; this was a Dom dinner tonight with the twist of my cooking-it was his b-day after all. I made sure the fillets were medium rare and the steak fries crispy, as I liked. I had a small glass of a good Shiraz ready to drink. Sitting down to dinner, I looked deep into his beautiful eyes and toasted him saying, “Happy birthday baby, here’s to many, many more.” I took a swallow, held it in my mouth, leaned over, and let the warm wine trickle into his. It deepened into a long lingering kiss. I devoured his lips, his tongue. Ending the soul-stirring kiss, I turned my attention back to dinner. Between feeding him bites of the steak and fries, we discussed our day and I could see his shoulders relaxing as he let go of some of his stress. As soon as the food was gone, I said, “Even though it’s your birthday, please take the dishes to the sink, I need to change.” he agreed.
Slipping quickly into the bedroom, I pulled off what I had worn for dinner, and put on my red leather halter dress, as it was one of his favorites. Pulling the black, thigh-high, leather boots on as well, I went back out into the living room and waited on the couch. Coming out from the kitchen, he sat in between my knees and leaned his head back onto my lap. I started by kneading his shoulders and rubbing his neck, working the knots out so he could fully calm down. Touching his shoulders front and back always makes me…warm. The power that is there, but never used against me, is intoxicating. I couldn’t resist, I need to smell him, taste him. Leaning closer, I inhaled deeply, smelling Male: power, control, love, lust, devotion. I needed that….I needed him. Nibbling and nipping from the back of his ear, down his neck, and across his shoulders, I began my dance of seduction. I bit harder sucking the skin into my mouth. I heard his growl start deep in his chest and knew that our night was truly beginning. I grabbed his collar out of the bag I had stashed earlier and buckled it around his throat nipping his ear in the process. I needed more; more of his scent, more of his taste, more of his him. Sliding off the couch and into his arms, I kissed him. I kissed him deeply feeling my passions stir. Twining my tongue around his, I sucked it into my mouth. Rubbing, coiling my tongue with his, made my heart start to join the pounding of an ancient deep rhythm. A rhythm that started deep in the core of my body. I could feel his hands in my hair, turning my head to better meet his mouth. Our breathing deepened becoming harsher. I loved how he could easily move my body to join his better. Putting my hands on his shoulders I could feel them rise and fall with his breathing. I wanted more, so I took it. Digging my nails in, I felt his response, his cock twitched under my hips. I ground my pussy on his lap. I loved feeling his reactions. I put my hands on either side of his head and moved his lips to my neck. Feeling his lips, his breathing as he nibbled up and down made me so wet, I could feel my clit hardening. Undoing the clasp of my neckline he pushed it to the side and continued down to my nipples. They were hard and aching to be touched. Sucking one into his mouth, he gently bit down on it. I ground my pussy harder against him. “Harder baby, I need to feel your teeth”. Biting harder made my pussy wetter, and again, I ground it hard against his leather-clad cock. I pulled his face up to kiss him again. I didn’t risk getting too distracted from my plan. Plunging my tongue into his mouth, I curled it around his. Sucking and retreating I tasted…..him.
Straddling his hips wasn’t enough anymore, I wanted him to taste me. Rising off his lap, I raised the hem of my dress above my hips, showing him that I wasn’t wearing any panties-as if the pool of juice on his leather pants wasn’t enough. Turning around and bending slightly over, I told him, “Come to me baby, taste me.” Pushing his face between my cheeks, I could feel his tongue snaking towards my hole. A lick, two, and I then I could feel the spear of his tongue penetrate my back hole. I loved it when he did that. he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass into his face. Brutally gripping my hips, kissing the top, the bottom, each side, then tonguing…. he worshiped me. I loved the sensation of his hot wet tongue on my ass. I love the powerful feeling it gave me, knowing that my boy worshiped my ass. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down my legs. I began to tremble as he slid his fingers between my legs and started to rub my clit back and forth. Every 4th or 5th stroke, he would plunge his fingers in my pussy. The trickle became a flow. As he toyed with my clit harder and faster my knees started to buckle and I slid down onto the floor. I moved his head down to my shaved pussy and demanded that he finish her off. Aggressively tonguing and licking my clit, my juices gushed from my pussy. Never missing, he lapped the juices up almost as fast as I could create them. Moving between my clit and pussy, he never let either feel neglected. I felt my orgasm coming hard and fast. Knowing that he wouldn’t stop, I still held his head hard as it crashed over me. Riding the waves of a massive orgasm, I screamed, shuddered, and bucked my hips hard against his face. He still missed none of my pussy juices. After licking my pussy almost dry, he held me while I recovered.
Even though I enjoy cuddling after mind-blowing orgasms, I knew I wasn’t done with him. I’ve always enjoyed touching him. I love his strength and power. Trailing my hands up and down his chest, toying with the waistband of his pants, the skin-to-skin contact is always erotic. After my breathing slowed to normal, I told him to take off his pants. Unlacing them, pushing them to his hips, and stepping out of them was as sexual as the male stripper I had once seen. My pussy clenched once again. Going to his knees, I met him on mine, and again, we kissed. Deep, soul-touching, throat kissing. I dug my nails in his back drawing him closer and ground my pussy against his cock. Moving behind him, I nipped his shoulders and toyed with his nipples. I know it’s not his favorite, but I just can’t help it. The vulnerability of his nipples as I pull and twist them makes me extremely wet. Getting the bag from earlier, I got the strap-on, harness, and lube out. Pushing his shoulders to the carpet, I lubed up my fingers and his ass. We had played often back here, but never a full pegging. I pushed in my first finger easily; we had done that plenty of times. Stroking it in and out, I readied it for the second. After a moment or two, I pushed in the second. Taking my time, stroking his cock as I played with his ass, he moved a minute amount back against my fingers. I knew he was ready for the third. I nibbled up his spine and licked my way back down; making sure that as he gently started thrusting, none of my fingers came out. I wanted him the feel the fullness of all three fingers. As he was getting harder and harder, I knew it was time for my cock to penetrate him. I had chosen a cock that was only slightly larger than my three fingers. I made sure that it was as well lubed as his ass. I wanted him to be able to enjoy this as I fully expected him to take it in the future. Guiding my cock to his back hole, I very, very slowly pushed the head in. I know that the head is the largest part and getting his hole to stretch over it was the biggest hurdle. Taking my time, waiting for his ass to get used to the feeling of something that large, I waited. As his shoulders relaxed, I knew it was time for the next step. Holding his hips, I eased my way a tiny bit more. I held his hips and wouldn’t let him move away from my cock. he groaned as the head pushed fully in. Making sure that my cock was glistening with lube, I pushed. Slowly, but firmly, I pushed until my cock was buried in his willing ass. I eased out, almost completely, but not quite. Grabbing his shoulders I slowly pulled him back onto my cock. I know that my boy is primal and I know that he loves rough and hard sex, but this, now, was not the time…..yet. Grinding my cock into his ass I made sure that every thrust ended with my pussy pushed against his hard cheeks. I love the feeling of his cock in my ass, how in control he feels to me and I wanted him to savor that same feeling. Using his shoulders as leverage, I began thrusting faster. In and out, grinding, driving, I was setting a steady pace. I could feel my clit getting harder from the friction of the base of my cock. I could feel the juices of my pussy building again. Reaching around to his cock, I could feel it was getting harder. Even though it wasn’t our usual sex, the thrusting was still getting to the both of us. I knew that the ‘p’ spot in his ass was getting a good rubbing to. Putting a squirt of lube in my palm, I closed my hand around his cock. As I thrust his cock pushed through my hand stroking him. Pulling us back, my hand stroked back to the base of his cock. Tip to the base as I fucked him, my hand stroked him harder and faster. Pushing my hips into his ass I fully buried my cock in his no-so-tight hole. Thrusting in and out I could feel his cock getting harder and then-there- I felt it-the small throb he would get just before he came. While I continued to stroke him, he threw his head back and ROARED his thick creamy cum exploding from his cock. Seeing that, I thrust my cock harder and deeper in his widely stretched hole. I ground my pussy against his flanks. Plunging my cock deep inside him, I moaned loudly and bucked my hips hard against his tight ass. Wave after wave of orgasm hit me. Breathing heavily, I lay against his back. As always the skin-on-skin soothed us. Lazily touching and stroking, we recovered from another mind-bending orgasm. Slowly, carefully, I pulled my cock out of his now well-used hole. Taking off the harness, I cuddled him close.
Touching him is one of my favorite cool-down activities. I love caressing him, soft in my favorite places, hard, like a man’s skin should be, in others. I reached lower skimming my fingers down his chest, across his tender nipples. Our mouths fuse perfectly. Our tongues touch and the fireworks start. Stroking his tongue with mine is a dance of mutual pleasure. Giving, taking, conquering, retreating, it’s seduction at its finest. As our kisses deepened, I could truly taste him, scent him and my heart settled. I KNOW this man. Kissing him, twining our tongues together only fed my hunger. As I was touching, caressing him, his hands were moving as well. Reaching down he flicked his fingers over my nipples. As I arched my back to give him better access, he pinched and pulled them. As soon as the pinch was painful, I bit him to show my approval. Bending over, he bit back. That was all it took for us to start a flurry of biting and scratching. As he sank his teeth in my breast, I raked my nails up his back and slid my pussy over his cock. Grabbing his head, I shoved my tongue down his throat. Pulling his head back, he bit my neck. My pussy instantly gushed juices on his cock. I pulled his head to the side so I could latch onto his jugular. Biting my neck harder and growling, he thrust his cock closer so it rubbed against my now sopping wet pussy. I retaliated by digging my nails in and pulling them across his shoulders. He grunted in pain. My pussy surged again. She started pulsing and throbbing in time to our breathing. I pushed him so he rolled to his back. I NEED to bite, scratch, to dominate, and to FUCK. He gave me the bites and scratches I needed to push me over the brink of my civility. Snarling, I bared my teeth at him and lunged for his chest. I bit, I bruised. Hissing, I ground my soaking wet pussy against his stiff cock. As he pulled my nipples, I moaned and poised my pussy over the tip. Taking the tip of my nipple in his mouth he bit. I slammed my pussy onto his cock. Pumping, thrusting, rocking, I drove his cock in and out of my drenched pussy. Sheer animalistic fucking took over. Snarls, growls, roars filled the room as we fucked. Putting my hands on his biceps, I dug my nails in, scoring his flesh, leaving half-moon impressions in his skin. Using his nails he raked furrows in my back. I bit, he bit back. Panting hard, I plunged my pussy onto his cock one final time; I flooded his cock in pussy juices and screamed as I came violently. Thrusting his cock as deep as it would go, roaring like the primal he is, he shot his hot thick cum deep in my pussy. I collapsed onto his chest. Breathing heavily, purring I rolled to his side. Looking deep into his eyes, I once again said, “Here’s to many, many more.”
So yesterday Sir came over for his “birthday dinner”, though technically it was lunchtime. It was so nice to see his face since I haven’t seen him since Sunday morning. He came in and I showed him around since it was his first time at my place. It was nice to get one of his big, strong hugs when I finished the tour. My face doesn’t even reach up to his chest; I adore how tall he is. Then I asked him if he was hungry and brought him back to the dining room. I heated the beef stew up for him, got him a biscuit and opened one of the Mt. Dew’s I bought just for him (I don’t drink pop, bleh). We sat and talked while he ate. He poked fun of me for only eating an egg white, but hey I have to stay skinny somehow! He told me the food was very good and then I asked him if he wanted to open his present. I turned away and blushed as he read the little poem I wrote for him. I’m not much of a writer, but he said it was cute, so I’m glad he enjoyed it. Then he opened my present and I think he really liked it! He seemed excited about it at least! It was a water-proof HD video camera that came with a remote, stand and extra memory card. Can’t wait to put that to good use. So then I ask him if he wanted to watch the movie I got for us (The Secretary!) and back to my room we went.
I rubbed his shoulders and hands while we watched the movie. He’s always so sore and tense, but I love massaging and worshipping that amazing body of his so it’s no problem for me. At the scene where Lee smacks Mr. Grey, he just looks at me and gives me eyes that say, “If you ever tried that you’d get beat so hard you’d be bleeding.”
There is still the punishment issue
I just nod and bow my head down and tell him, “I would never dare Sir.” During the movie, I look down and notice he has his belt on… Shit, he definitely didn’t forget about my punishment.
The credits roll, I see him reach for his belt, “Speaking of punishments I still owe you one for having a smart ass mouth and masturbating without my permission. You didn’t think I would forget did you?”
“No Sir, I didn’t.” I look away from his eyes; it hurts me so bad to see him look at me with such disappointment.
I hear him snap the belt. “Get up now,” he commands. I jump up, pull my dress up and bend over the bed already clenching the blanket tightly. I’ve been here once before and I know this time is going to be much worse. He kicks my legs apart and smacks me once on each cheek with his bare hands just to warm me up. I brace myself as I can already feel his anger pulse through his hands. Whack the first blow lands across both cheeks, Whack another land and it’s already excruciating. I clench the blanket tighter and hold my legs in place so as not to earn more punishment.
“You need to learn to watch your mouth when you speak to me.” Whack
“Yes Sir!” Whack
“And that is not your pussy to touch whenever you please. You do not make the rules do you understand?” Whack
“Yes Sir, I’m so sorry Sir.” Whack I count ten brutal impacts on my ass, each one getting harder and more painful. My legs are shaking and I can feel my pulse pulsating through my sore behind. I can hear him breathing heavy behind me, feel his eyes staring at his work joyfully… It feels like years before I hear him unzip his pants though surely it wasn’t more than fifteen seconds. I’m dripping wet down my thighs making it easy for him to enter my yearning pussy with his long, hard cock. I moan a sigh of relief. How I love the feeling of him filling me up, I know it is a privilege.
fuck me, choke me
As soon as I think this he reminds me aloud, “You know it’s a privilege for me to fuck you? This is all you’re good for, you little whore. You should be thanking me.”
I nod my head as my face smashes into the bed, “Yes Sir, thank you for fucking me.” He starts ramming his huge cock into me harder and faster and I see him reach for his belt. I hold my breath, could it be that he was going to wrap it around my neck? I hope with everything inside of me that that is his intention. I feel the smooth leather slid across my neck and then a nice firm yank. I can already feel myself nearing orgasm as I gasp for breath. He rocks harder and deeper with each gasp, enjoying the power he holds over me. The power that turns me on more than anything, my life in his hands. I realize I had better ask for permission to cum before I get another whooping.
I try to choke out the words, gasping between each, “May… I… please… cum… Sir?” No response, he just keeps pounding into me. I can’t tell if he can’t hear me or if he is just making me wait to test me. After the third time, I ask I decide he is testing me, using that power he has over me because I am his and he can do as he pleases.
“Please… Sir?” I gasp once more.
“Fucking cum you little slut,” he spews. My legs start shaking so hard and I can feel the orgasm vibrate through my entire body, I feel the cum seeping down my legs and my face smashes into the bed. I realize my glasses are on and throw them so that they are anywhere except being smashed under my face. At the same time, he let’s go of the belt and I feel the blood rushing from my face and air fill my lungs. I breathe deeply and linger in my euphoria, still being pounded from behind. Suddenly it stops and I’m slightly confused because I know Sir has yet to finish… That’s when I feel spit fall between my butt cheeks and a finger thrust inside of my ass. The rhythmic rocking starts back up in my used pussy and I dread what I know is inevitably coming next.
An anal virgin
Before Sir I was an anal virgin, it was one of the few limits I had. But as time went on and I became more and more devoted to Sir, I couldn’t deny him when he mentioned how much he wanted to fuck my ass. So I bought a plug to ease the pain of the ass raping I would receive when Sir came back from London. That was the only time my ass has ever been used and I was definitely about to feel the pain for only my second time right now.
I feel his hardness slip out of my vagina and slowly push into my tight little ass. He slowly pushes in and out going deeper each time, not taking it quite as easy on me this time. I cry out in agony, tears nearly falling from my eyes. He starts pumping even more brutally, making me scream. I want to crawl away and my knees start buckling. I try so hard to not tense up, I know last time it started feeling good once I finally relaxed. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t calm myself. Then I see him reach for the belt again. I instantly relax as I feel the cold across my neck again.
“You’re my anal slut, aren’t you?” I nod my head as best I can, I can’t even gasp let alone say a word. He allows me some air as he tells me to rub my clit. I start getting more into it bucking back against him. Though it’s still painful it’s that good kind of pain that fills a masochist up with happiness.
“Such an anal whore now,” he says as he pushes my threshold deeper.
He allows me air again and I say, “Yes Sir!” He pulls it tight again and I feel an orgasm coming over me, I start feeling light headed and start feeling myself falling towards unconsciousness, god I love this feeling. My hand slips over and over, I’m dizzy and exhausted, each time pulling my orgasm away from me. I hear Sir making grunting noises, as he drops the belt and starts pounding harder.
“I’m going to cum in your ass you little slut.”
“Yes Sir, please cum in my ass,” I feel his cock twitching and exploding inside of me. I fall forward as he pulls out, panting for breath. He tells me to get him a wet hand cloth. I oblige and stumble to the bathroom, wetting it with nice warm water and then stagger back.
Instinctively I fall to my knees and carefully wipe every inch clean, ending it with a delicate kiss on his cock that I worship lovingly. I look up and he smiles at me. I lay my head on his lap and he gently rubs my hair. We climb back into bed to watch a new movie and I lay my head on his chest, his arm around me, stroking my arm. I breathe him in and listen to his heartbeat, oblivious to everything that is not him. I’ve never been so content and happy in my entire life. I feel so whole and fulfilled. I close my eyes and smile.
I walked into my house, home from school. I stopped at the front door, sniffing. My nose immediately recognized the scent of Heather.
Heather was an older woman, a Domme friend of my Daddy/Dom. I hadn’t seen her in a few months and wondered where she had been.
Heather was of Scottish descent. Her hair was the deep red of some Scots. Her bosom was full and her nipples were always taut and swollen. She had little circles of steel through each one and I remembered how stranger the steel had felt in my mouth when I first suckled upon her breasts.
She always wore long skirts, nothing on underneath, ready to bare her cunt for me to kneel for and lick to a hot climax.
“I brought you a present, my wee lassie” Heather was full of joy at seeing me.
I remember being excited, clapping my hands. “What did you bring me?”
“Ahhh, too much, ye know I always bring you too much,” I remember Heather shaking her head in pretend disgust at herself. “Mayhap I should save some for your birthday or Christmas?” “NO!” was the shrieked reply, and she took my hand, leading me to my bedroom.
My bedroom was still one for a young girl. Colors, beautiful colors. Unicorns painted on the walls and angels looking down from above. I knew this girl was truly loved. I loved it this way, reminding me of my childhood.
We looked through all the packages, opening dolls and teddy bears to guard me and sit on my dresser. Heather had brought me shorts and summer tops. Suddenly I remember reaching for a long, square box and felt Heather’s hand go over mine to still it for a second.
I looked up into Heather’s eyes and watched the woman change. Watched the woman become that other person that she kept deep inside. “Open this carefully, me darlin’. These are for a mature knowing woman. Decide if you are that woman before you put them on.”
Nodding, but confused, I opened the box. Inside was crisp white paper, surrounding a flash of sparkling red. Slowly I peeled back the paper and gasped. There, inside, was the most beautiful, most sexy pair of high heeled stiletto shoes I had ever seen. The pumps shone with flecks of red crystal and the strap was dainty where it would wrap around my ankle. They glistened almost like a snakeskin. I picked one up out of the box and rubbed it against my face.
The woman watching reached under my chin and lifted my face. Heather later told me she could see in my eyes the same thing that was in her own. Unbridled lust. “Remember sweet one, the moment you put those on your feet, your fate is sealed. You will be a woman with all the woman’s wants and needs. Remember, as strong as you are, I am stronger.”
I stared into the eyes of the beautiful woman and then, slowly, nodded. Heather rose up from the bed and went to the door. She turned and looked at me, sitting, thinking. “I will leave you alone for a bit sweet one, and you can decide.” She left the room and closed the door.
Heather hummed a song as she moved around the kitchen. She was dressed rather provocatively, long skirt, halter top, and nylons. On her feet were shoes to match the ones in my room, only black. 4″ heels. Deep black, feet of a whore.
She heard a nervous little giggle and she turned, staring. I stood in front of her. I was dressed much like herself. A long little skirt, nothing under. A top, underneath a heaving chest, big nipples pointed as to ask for a deep sucking. My legs were bare, but on my feet were the red stiletto-heeled shoes, pitching my hips forward and causing me to walk like I desperately needed to be fucked.
Heather walked to me and gathered me into her arms, dropping her head to my face and kissing me deeply. I remember welcoming the kiss and returning it. Our tongues pushed against each other and danced. The kiss deepened and we pulled apart only when my knees got weak and I was ready to collapse from the passion.
Heather’s hand went to where my nipples were hard and pointed out, clearly showing through my shirt. Her small female hand cupped my breast and her thumb rose to stroke my nipple, her lust-filled mind hearing my groans. “Tonight baby, tonight you are mine” she hoarsely whispered and I nodded.
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We went to the mall, dressed like matching sluts.
It made us feel powerful to have men follow us, men lust after us.
I was giggling about the man-mess on the side of the car. One man had followed us through the mall and then out to the parking lot. Heather had parked in a back corner and she and I had walked quickly, giggling at him following us. We had gotten into the car and Heather had locked the doors, but then we sat in the car waiting. The man walked up to the car and looked inside. Heather had smiled at him and slowly reached over to me, sitting in the seat beside her. I spread my legs and Heather pulled up my skirt until my pussy was visible. We could hear the man groan through the sealed window of the car.
Heather kept a smile on her sexy lips as she reached to me, pulling my legs wider open. She reached touched my bare pussy lips and we heard the man moan again. Heathers fingers parted my lips, and the shine from the lap post glistened against the wetness between my legs.
Heather slid one finger inside, then two. Movement outside the car made her turn her head and she realized the man had opened his fly and was rubbing his hard cock, his fist wrapped around the shaft.
Making sure the man could see clearly, Heather pulled me into her arms, kissing me deeply while gently sliding her fingers in and out of my pussy. Moving back, Heather pulled up my shirt and exposed my big puckery pink nipples to the man’s gaze, and that is when we heard it.
A moan.
The moan became a groan.
The groan became a sharp, cut off exclamation of absolute pleasure as the man swiftly rubbed his cock in his hand and ejaculated against the side of the car.
As his consciousness returned to him, he looked around carefully to make sure no one had seen him masturbate as he watched the 2 sluts in the car. We were were smiling and giggling as he quickly shoved his cock back in his pants and hurried away.
**
“Go into your Daddy/Dom’s bedroom girl. It is time. I hope you are sure about this” Heather looked deep into my eyes. I hoped I looked sexy. I was dressed as a whore. Nipples pointing. Legs spread. Red slut shoes on my feet.
Without speaking I turned and went down the hallway and through the door at the end, closing it quietly. Heather went into the washroom and primped, fixing her hair. Standing in front of a full length mirror, she slowly disrobed.
Watching herself as her clothing dropped to the floor. Her nipples were so hard and she touched them gently. Her hands slid down her belly to the bare cunt she knew would be pleasured shortly. A moan escaped her lips. It was time.
She walked to the bedroom door, the silence in the apartment overwhelming. Her walk was slut-like. Long strides, naked. Wearing only her own pair of slut shoes. High stilettos. Heather could hear my deep breathing as she stood at the door, looking in. The bed was king size and was the focal point of the room. It was covered with a silk spread, golden in colour. There were pillows there, many strewn about like they had been thrown into the bed, all soft golden to match the spread. It had both a head board and a foot board, 4 posts for the pleasure of the owner.
The only light was the gentle moon glow from the window.
I lay in the middle of the bed. I was naked, as ordered. My chest was moving up and down, deep breathing. My long hair was spread across the bed, the blonde glistening against the gold. My nipples had hardened from laying on the cool silk and from what I knew was about to happen. Heather’s eyes wandered down my body. The body she knew so well, but had only seen when the girl was pleasuring Daddy/Dom. now, the body that was about to become hers.
My arms were spread wide. My head was still, staring up to the ceiling of the room. I could see myself in the mirrors above. My legs were also spread and my sex was very visible. I had the cunt lips of a whore. My cuntal lips looked swollen and battered as if I had been well used in my life, and of course I had. My clit is prominent, already swollen and poking out from the folds. My mons was bare. My feet were still encased in the shiny red slut shoes.
Heather walked to the dresser beside the bed and picked up the leather laces there. I remember reaching my hands out, and laid still while they were tied to the posts of the bed, my arms spread wide. Heather pulled my body down, so that my feet were almost touching the foot board.
Heather crawled to the bottom of the bed and sat, her back against the foot board. The wood was cold and her nipples showed it. She spread her legs wide, so that they were on either side of my body.
I remember staring at her.
I saw a beautiful red head. Full breasted. Dark pointed nipples. Flat belly. Rounded womanly hips. Bare cunt. Prominent clit. Sitting spread legged, her back resting against the foot board.
Heather saw a me. Dark pointed nipples on my full breasts. Bare cunt. Prominent clit. Laying on the middle of a large bed, hands tied to the top.
Heather smiled at me. She didn’t ask if I was ready for what was to happen. She, at this point, didn’t care. I had chosen. It was too late to turn back now.
I remember smiling back at her. I was scared, any person is scared of the unknown.
Slowly Heather reached for my left foot, still encased in the scarlet shoe. She raised the my foot and brought it towards her face. She placed the bottom of the shoe on her forehead, which put the sharp point of the stiletto right at her mouth. As I watched, her tongue came out to lick. She licked again. Soft flicking tongue reaching out and caressing the end of the leather point. Suddenly she pulled the shoe just a bit closer and slid the tip of the point into her mouth, sucking as if she was pleasuring a man. Deeper and deeper she slid it, until the entire 4″ of the heel was firmly encased in her sucking, pleasure-seeking mouth.
She drew in deeply, sliding down a bit in the bed. She was still sitting, but her legs were spread like a whore.
One finger was caressing her clit as the other handheld my foot, pumping the heel in and out of her mouth. I watched the woman, I remember being absolutely fascinated. Suddenly Heather pulled the heel from her mouth. It shone in the moon light, covered in spit. Heather lowered the shoe and pulled me towards her. She pressed the bottom of the shoe between her legs and with their eyes never moving from mine, she slid the pointed heel into her wet pulsing cunt.
"Fuck me baby. Fuck my cunt with your slut foot."
I did as I was told, the older woman guiding my leg in a motion as old as time. In and out, at first gently.. then moving faster until the heel of my red sparkling slut shoe was ramming in and out of her wet hole. Heather began to grunt. Her eyes were closed now, head thrown back. Her entire soul was centered on the core of her being. The sharp stiletto heel of the slut shoes fucking her into an intense orgasm. She was going to cum and cum hard.
“Yes baby, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss FUCK MY CUNT YOU SLUT! FUCK MY HOT WET HOLE BITCH”
It hit her then, beginning deep inside. Pure pleasure. Spreading out to her body, her nipples, her tummy.
Heather’s body thrashed on the bed, but her hands held the shoe firmly in her slippery pussy passage.
I watched as the orgasm shook her, enjoying seeing her pleasure. I waited quietly for the woman to come back to this world. It would then be my turn.
Heather gave a deep sigh of contentment. So good. Such a good cum. It was not only the feel of the heel deep inside her cunt, but the knowledge of what was about to happen. She licked her lips and opened her eyes. She let the heel slip out of her cunt and she laid there a second, letting her breathing return to normal.
Heather got up on her knees and reached for me. She undid the strap and slid the shoe from my foot. She held the shoe in her hand as she crawled up in the bed and laid beside me.
She placed the shoe on my heaving tummy and gathered me into her arms. Kiss after kiss was rained down on my face, followed by licks of my cheeks and lips. She reached down and took the slut shoe in her one hand and brought the shoe to my face. I remember laying quietly as Heather traced my face with the heel, slightly scratching the surface of my skin, but not hurting me.
She ran the heel over my eyes, around and down my upturned nose, across my cheeks and then brushed it gently across my full lips.
“Suck it baby girl. Suck my cum off of this slut shoe”. I opened my mouth, accepting the heel in without question. “Does it taste good slut? Do you like the taste of woman cum?” She smiled at me and I kept trying to suck it further into my mouth. “You suck cock so good, don’t you baby girl? You have learned, this heel is just a little tiny cock, from what your mouth is used to, isn’t it slut? You are a cum whore usually, aren’t you, you little bitch?” I nodded. The woman was speaking the truth, we both knew it.
“Get it all wet baby, you know where it is to go next, don’t you?” I nodded. I knew. My tongue worked all the way around, gathering spit from my mouth and depositing it onto the heel. My mouth opened and Heather pulled the pump out. “Good girl, now spread your legs baby.”
Heather kneeled up on the bed and spread her legs. She moved one leg over me, so that she was straddling my body, facing my feet. As she kneeled high above me, she watched my legs slowly start to part. “Good girl, do as you are told”.
The shoe was in her right hand. She moved back so that she was sitting astride my face below her. She didn’t lower herself, instead she bent over me, and rested the shoe on my nipple that was now pointing so hard. She began to circle the heel of the shoe around my nipple, watching it plump up even more.
“That’s it slutty girl, close your eyes. Feel the heel baby, enjoy its caressing of your skin”. She moved to the other nipple and rubbed the heel across it as well, watching it grow to join the other.
As she began to settle her wet bare cunt down onto my face, her hand began to push the heel into my soft skin. Heather heard me whimper under her, but I didn’t move.
Heather’s pussy was dripping cum from her orgasm and she slowly dropped her cunt down, feeling my soft lips. With her hand, she began to push the heel harder. Still circling the nipple. Harder, harder. The skin was now red under where the heel had been. As she circled both nipples, back and forth, the skin broke in places, and tiny drops of blood appeared.
Heather felt me squirm under her weight and she settled her cunt firmly on my face, grinding her clit into my sucking mouth. The heel was then dragged across my belly, leaving a red welt raised on the soft skin. The shoe was now at my cunt, legs spread.
Heather did to me, just as she had done to herself. As she reached my mons, she caressed it with the sharp heel of the shoe, then slid the heel up and down my parted lips. Finding my hole, she thrust the heel into me and heard my sharp cry.
“STOP whimpering, you slut. You fucking whore. TAKE THE HELL BITCH, take it all” she sharply said as the thrusting began in earnest. In, pull out. Every push in, the heel scratched the sides of my cunt. Every draw out she took a deep breath, waiting for it to go back in, and it did.
The woman ground her cunt into my mouth and furiously fucked me with the heel of the sparkly red shoe. Wetness glistened on the sides of my legs, mixed with a small amount of blood leaking from my pretty little cunt hole.
“Are you ready bitch? I am ready, it is time. It is time for you to become the true slut that you were born to be. NOW SLUT, NOW”
As Heather screamed the words out to me, she pulled the heel from my pussy and drove the sharp leather stiletto into my sweet tight ass hole. I thrust up under her as I tried to get away from the pain. My movement drove Heather wild with lust. She began to rape me in 2 ways. Her bare cunt was driven into my mouth and her hand began to pound the sharp heel into my ass hole.
She used me for her own lust, as is her due.
Grinding her cunt and down onto my face and driving the heel into my soft bum was erotic to this Domme. She had waited so long for this. She was going to cum so hard on my face.
“Take it BITCH. You are now OPEN. OPEN as a slut can be. Fuck the shoe bitch. Take the heel into your tight little asshole. You are a fucking whore. Take it. Take it.”
Heather’s screams increased, her lust came to a boiling point. “YES BITCH!! Worship the shoe. FUCK THE SHOE.
TAKE THE SHOE. FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!! I am going to cum all over your little cunt face. Drink my cum BITCH. DRINK IT
ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
I remember how loud .. The scream was echoing off the walls in the bedroom. The woman collapsed onto me. I rolled into a fetal position, the heel of the glistening red shoe still firmly embedded in my ass hole. The woman was exhausted, her pussy cum running down her legs.
Heather turned around and gathered me into her arms. She kissed my face, over and over then
licked her cum off my face. “Such a good girl. Such a good girl. Who loves you baby? Tell me who loves you?”
Dante rode down the road toward the large city of Brindleston, daydreaming about his previous night with the farm girl, Jenna; he was stiff with his memories of the pleasures they shared. He plucked at bits of songs on his lute while remembering the sights, touches and smells of his escapade with the voluptuous virgin. Her hair had smelled of flowers and the sweet hay that was his bed for the night. The moonlight and shadows played a game of Chase the Fox across her skin, and her unpracticed, yet eager, touch had excited him to great heights. She would make someone very happy one day.
His clothes and lute marked him as a bard, protected by tradition and the King’s edicts. The feathered badge in his cap showed that he was trained at the College of Enchanters in Braefire, the great Multiversity in the north, where all manner of magics were taught. If you listened to his voice, you might get entranced by his charisma or his magic. He could sing a baby to sleep in seconds and talk a woman into his bed in minutes, even without magic. He was a handsome fellow in his mid-twenties with the craggy features and tanned skin of one who spent a lot of time on the road. His shock of black hair wafted in the breeze.
The morning passed uneventfully, but when he was looking for a place to stop and eat some lunch, he heard a loud grunt and a woman’s scream from the woods off the road.
Dante dismounted from his horse, hobbled it, and moved quietly through the forest to get a closer look. He had his sword at his belt and his lute on his back. He got to a clearing and saw a tall, naked creature with an ugly, misshapen face, huge arms and legs, and a body like a mangled lump of child’s clay — an ogre. The ogre’s enormous cock was stiff as a tree limb and looked like a man’s forearm, including the coarse hair along its length and a fist-like knob on the end. The creature advanced toward a beautiful woman tied to a tree, wailing. She was about a head shorter than Dante was with long curly brown hair, big brown eyes, a lovely heart-shaped face, and large round breasts, exposed by rips in her green homespun dress. She had a look of pure terror on her face as she stared at the ogre’s equipment. Dante caught sight of a prone body to the side.
As he took in the scene, the ogre started sniffing the air; Dante realized he was downwind of the beast. He knew he had to act fast or the ogre would charge him. He couldn’t compete against him with his light rapier. Dante unlimbered his lute and quickly started playing a melody; then he very quietly sang an enchantment into the music. His belly grew warm and his neck prickled with the magic, which he channeled into his voice. He watched intently and saw the ogre turn his head toward the pleasant music, start to turn his body, take a step, and then stop. Dante knew he had him entranced, so he put more soothing sounds into his song and more power into the spell. The ogre completely stopped moving, and his huge erection sagged. Dante turned his song into a lullaby, and the ogre’s eyes closed. He collapsed to the ground with a thud. Still playing, Dante stepped into the clearing and walked over to the beast. Assured that the creature was sound asleep, he finished the song and slung his instrument. He drew his sword and cut the ogre’s throat, whom awoke with a roar, too late. Dante stepped back, sword at the ready, avoiding its flailing body and spurting blood, which made a dark blot on the earth in the process. The monster gurgled and sputtered in death for several minutes.
“Vile creatures!” he said, as he wiped his blade on a cloth at his belt. He turned to look at the woman he had rescued.
Her face had a look of utter relief on it, as she said, “Thank you, kind sir. That fell beast was going to split me in two with that thing.”
“You’re welcome, fair lady. My name is Dante. What’s yours, what happened, and who is that?” he asked, pointing at the prone man he had spied earlier. Then he worked on the ropes holding her to the tree.
“I’m Deidre and that is Lucas, one of the hands-on my father’s farm. We were walking to the market town a few miles down the road when we stopped for lunch. Soon after we got the food out,” she nodded toward a basket covered with a small towel, “this ogre came out of the woods demanding our food and me. Lucas tried to defend me, but the ogre just swatted him and knocked him down. He never got back up. I hope he’s not dead.” Concern filled her voice.
Dante finished untying the knots and he unwrapped the ropes from the woman. He stepped over and put his hand under Lucas’ nose. He was a handsome young man, and the hint of moving air from his nostrils confirmed his state. “He’s alive, but he’ll be out cold for an hour or two. It’s best if we just let him wake up on his own.”
When he stood back up, Deidre was rubbing her wrists and body where the tight ropes had cut into her flesh, gazing at him intently. Her demeanor had changed from frightened girl to intent woman faster than Dante expected. “I am grateful for your service. How may I repay you?” she asked with a lascivious wink, her voice suddenly thick and lusty. She licked her lips. Dante knew that she was truly offering just about anything at this point.
“Why don’t you come here and I’ll show you?” Dante said at his most charming. Deidre walked toward him, swinging her hips enticingly. As she closed, she her arms put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, lips quivering and warm; he enfolded her in his arms and returned the kiss passionately. He brushed his tongue across her lips, and she opened fully to him, sucking gently to bring his tongue into her mouth. He explored and teased her. Her bare breasts were squished into his chest, and she wiggled delightfully in his embrace.
She broke the kiss, looking deep into his eyes, and said, “Actually, Lucas and I often have a little fun on our weekly shopping trip; we were just getting very ‘friendly’ when the monster interrupted us. He had me pretty worked up before he fell protecting me. I’d like it if you finished the job.” The fire of her lust shone clearly in her dark eyes. Obviously, the attack had done little to quench her passion.
Dante could not resist this beautiful woman who offered herself so freely. He answered her by resuming the tongue kiss and firmly fondling her exposed breasts. She gasped into his mouth when he pinched her nipple. As they kissed, her hands made quick work of his trouser drawstring, and she dropped them down to his ankles. He paused to pull her dress over her head, breaking the lip lock. She drew his tunic over his head, leaving them both standing in just their undergarments. The rest of her body was just as delicious looking as her breasts had been. They both pulled off their underwear at the same time, and Dante moved back into the clinch and shuffled Deidre backward toward the tree she had recently been tied to. When she bumped into the tree, his cock butted hard into her belly, and she sighed.
“You want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you, so fuck me!” she said loudly with a purr of pleasure in her voice.
Dante lifted her lithe form up, bracing her against the tree, and pushed his cock against her slit. She moaned as he inched his flesh sword farther into her slick, tight sheath. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his hips hard with her feet; he slid all the way into her and she screamed her delight. She mostly held herself up with her strong legs and her heels in his back, so he could concentrate on fucking her, rather than on holding her. He started stroking into her at a pace in tune with their level of passion — pretty fast. Her lusty utterances and active participation were a big turn on for him. Within a short time, she groaned deeply and gyrated her groin around his cock, her orgasm tensing most of her muscles. Her outcries and writhing continued for what seemed like forever, but she settled down. Her feet practically kicked him to go faster, and he immediately complied with her unspoken request. Looking down, he saw his member sliding in and out of Deidre’s sex, coming out covered in a slick, shiny coating of her excitement. When he looked up, she was gazing at him with intense lust and concentration in her eyes. He could feel her cunt muscles squeezing and releasing his engorged dick. This young farm girl knew a sex trick he’d only experienced in the high-priced brothels of a metropolis! The shock of this realization and her expertise shoved him over the edge, and he exploded inside of her while simply pounding her body against the tree trunk. She screamed into another orgasm herself.
As he came down from his climax, he slipped from her body, and his muscles lost some of their strength. Barely able to lift her anymore, he slowly lowered Deidre’s sweating body to the base of the tree. “Where did you learn that, my dear?” he asked sincerely.
She blushed deep red at his question and answered, “Well, once in the middle of, um, doing it with Lucas, I had to, uh, pee really badly. So, I just clamped down to prevent that, and Lucas went wild. So, I learned to do it when I didn’t have to, you know, go. Since he likes it so much, I use it all the time now.” Her blush got deeper as she explained.
“Oh, don’t be at all ashamed of that. It’s a fantastic skill! You are going to make some lucky man very happy,” he said as he gazed sweetly at her, cupping her hot cheek. She smiled a smile that could melt butter and gave him another deep kiss. He enjoyed her lips and tongue immensely.
Deidre said, “Now that we’ve been rewarded to our satisfaction, could you take us home? I’d rather not run into that one’s cousin without you,” inclining her head toward the dead corpse of the ogre. “I’ll bet my father will reward you again for your deed, though monetarily this time.” She winked at him.
He dressed while he said, “Yes, I’ll take you home, but first, let’s see if we can find his lair. He might have some valuables that he’s stolen from others. Ogres usually don’t hunt that far from where they live. I’ve been more than amply rewarded already. Your father can keep his money, especially if we find this one’s hidey-hole. Lucas should be okay here until we get back, but let me move my horse up here to make sure. Falco is smart enough to keep most vermin away. And, maybe, we might have time to reward each other again,” he said with a sly grin.
She smiled back and said, “While you get your horse, I’ll get presentable.” She sat down near the basket of food and rustled through it. Dante turned and walked through the woods to Falco. He untied him and led him back to the glen. When they arrived, Deidre was sewing the tears in her dress.
He searched around the clearing and found a large belt with a leather pouch strung on it apparently where the ogre had dropped it to rape Deidre. It contained a handful of copper coins and four silver ones. Various other shiny worthless baubles were in the pouch, as well as a woman’s gold ring. “Not too good for a hard-working ogre; he must have more in his lair,” Dante thought to himself. When he had finished searching, she was done sewing. She threw the fabric over her head. He liked the way her breasts jostled when she moved. He also noticed that she had combed her hair. She was a vision of loveliness with her still-flushed complexion and cascading tresses. She was indeed going to make someone very happy.
The two of them set out on foot, walking around the woods surrounding the clearing. After covering ten yards out from the glen in all directions, Dante started following game trails in the forest. After covering about a quarter mile down the second trial, they came to a large outcropping of rock, covered on the top by trees. Dante and Deidre circled around it and found a small opening into the hill on the opposite side. He made a makeshift torch from a stick and some dry pine needles; he coated the needles with pine sap from a nearby tree. He lit the torch, drew his sword, and said, “You stay here while I make sure our friend doesn’t have any cousins or spouses.” He stuck the torch into the opening and followed up with his head. His nose was assaulted by the powerful odor of stale sweat. In the flickering light, he saw a pile of pine needles and rags in one corner that was probably the ogre’s bed and a pile of bones in the opposite corner. Once inside, he could stand normally with at least two feet of space above his head. Quickly, because the torch was burning down, Dante searched the small cave. He found a large leather pouch near the pine bed before his light gave out.
Coming out of the cave, he saw Deidre looking nervously about. She calmed visibly when she saw him.
“I found this,” Dante said, holding up the bag.
They both sat down on the ground, and he dumped the contents out on a flat rock near a fire pit. They found a nice pearl necklace, a gold bracelet with a few small gemstones in it, six rings, both male and female, fourteen silver in various coinages, and a single gold ducat; the rest was shiny junk. He offered Deidre the bracelet, saying, “For your troubles.” She put it on her wrist, grinning broadly at him, while showing it off in a beam of sunlight that managed to force itself through the forest canopy.
He kept out the gold coin, one of the man’s rings that had a small stone in it, and a woman’s ring and put the rest back into the bag; he slipped those three items into the musty belt pouch. They walked back to the clearing, hand in hand. Falco’s nicker indicated that nothing had happened while the horse was on watch. Falco was a smart horse, and they knew each other’s signals well.
Now that the work was done, Deidre wasted no time in embracing Dante again and kissing him hard. Apparently, this little minx was still in heat. She groped in his trousers, grasping his cock firmly and stroking it up and down. She knelt down in front of him and undid them, whipping his erection out the top. Dante smiled down at her, seeing a woman who loved sex as much as he did. She swallowed it, licking and sucking it like she was a starving child given meat. His eyes rolled up in his head as she furiously devoured him. He was roused from his reverie by a groan coming from Lucas’ direction. Dante looked over to see Lucas rubbing his bruised head and staring at Deidre’s mouth locked onto Dante’s shaft.
“What happened, Deidre? What are you doing?!” he exclaimed, having trouble keeping his mouth from gaping.
Easing Dante out of her mouth, she explained, “This wonderful gentleman killed the ogre and I’m rewarding him. If you come over here and lie down, I’ll reward you too for defending my honor, Lucas.” She returned to giving Dante a hell of a blowjob.
On hearing her words, Lucas got a funny look on his face, which quickly turned to a look of lust. When he stood, Dante could see why Deidre liked the boy: he was a tall, well-built young man with a handsome face, and the tent in his pants showed him to be well-endowed as well. Dante relaxed and let the pleasure of Deidre’s mouth consume him. He opened his eyes again when he heard Lucas lie down on the ground next to her with his penis sticking out over his lowered pants. It really was impressive.
She took her mouth off Dante and scuttled over Lucas’s body, hanging onto Dante’s cock. Once she was settled with Lucas between her legs, Dante moved over until his feet straddled Lucas’s head. Deidre leaned over Lucas, slipping his stiff length into her hungry slit. Then she took Dante’s cock back into her mouth. As she bounced up and down on Lucas’s body, her movements made her mouth bob up and down on Dante’s protuberance. Lucas got really into it, alternating between fondling Deidre’s tits and Dante’s balls. Dante certainly didn’t mind the extra attention to his genitals, no matter who was doing it.
Soon they hit a hard rhythm, her feral fucking of Lucas jamming her mouth hard on Dante’s dick, and Dante spewed his cum far into her mouth, some escaping to dribble down her chin and onto Lucas’ chest. Watching Dante come in her mouth sent Lucas into overdrive, his hips forcefully hitting her groin as she descended. She screamed as her climax pounded her, more cum rolling out of her mouth. Lucas groaned loudly, Dante guessing that he was coming inside the enraptured woman. The two on the ground slumped, and Dante almost fell, his knees were so weak. They all just panted from their workout.
Slowly, the three of them revived enough to dress. Deidre got out the basket and set out a fine lunch on a large log in the clearing. She had hearty bread, cheese, dried meat, some fresh apples and a clay jar of ale. They ate quietly, too exhausted to do more than chew and swallow. By the time they finished, they all looked better, except for the blossoming bruise on Lucas’ face. They talked of farms and the fine courts Dante had visited.
At one point Deidre left to squat in the bushes; Dante quickly fished out the woman’s ring from the ogre’s belt pouch. He turned to Lucas and said, “Lucas, if you love her, marry her. If you treat her well, she’ll make you very happy,” putting the ring in Lucas’ hand. “If you don’t love her, enjoy her pleasures, but move on eventually. Keep that ring for the special woman who wins your heart and loves you back in return.” He straightened up and sipped his ale when Deidre returned from the edge of the woods; Lucas sat, his mind full of thought.
A little later, Lucas was the one to answer the call of nature, and Dante said to Deidre, “If you love him, say ‘yes’ when he asks you to marry him. That bracelet of yours should buy a decent farmstead where the two of you can settle down, fuck like bunnies, and raise a pile of kids. If you don’t love him, have some fun and move on. But keep that bracelet as your dowry.” He dug into another pouch on his belt and pulled out a small leather bag. “This is a root that will prevent babies until you get married. Chew a piece as big as your fingernail now, and any time a man fills you with cum. It’s called Cotrelle, and any village wise woman can get you more.”
Deidre got a tear in her eye and said, “Thank you, Dante. You’ve saved my life and given me a new start. I hope you found my body exciting to play with.” She leaned over and gave him a big hug and a very deep, wet kiss. They both straightened up when the bushes rustled, announcing Lucas’ return.
When Dante took his leave, the other two were gazing at nothing. On his return, he noticed they were holding hands. They loaded up everything on Falco. Lucas ride the horse while Dante walked beside, since Lucas had been injured. Deidre walked between the horse and Dante, holding the two men’s hands, grinning and singing softly as they walked. In about an hour, they reached the outskirts of the farm, and Deidre dropped her hands to her sides.
Within minutes, they heard a call from the fields, and a middle-aged farmer waved at them from behind a plow. He was a big man, at least half a head taller than Dante and with very broad shoulders. He had the wrinkled, tanned skin of someone who has spent his entire life working in the sun. His face had a permanent grin on it. He unhitched the horses from the plow and walked them toward the barn. As they neared the farmstead, the man greeted them.
“Hey, Deidre and Lucas, I didn’t expect you for another hour or two. And where are the foodstuffs? And where did you get that horrible bruise, Lucas?” he asked. Suddenly, he noticed that Dante is with them. “Hello, Sir. I’m Jake Miller.”
“My name is Dante,” he said as he extended his hand; Jake shook it vigorously.
“Oh, Daddy! Lucas and I stopped for lunch and an ogre attacked us. Lucas tried to stop him but got knocked out by the brute. Dante saved me from a savage raping by killing it. Lucas and I owe him our lives!” she explained excitedly.
Jake looks dumbfounded at Dante, his eyes wide and his mouth agape, and said, “You killed the Ogre of Yelfy? Congratulations!” He quickly grabbed Dante’s hand again and pumped it even more than before, slapping him on the back. “That rascal has been a danger in these parts for a decade. Everyone will be relieved to know he’s dead. What can I give you for saving my trusted employee, my daughter, and her honor?”
Trying not to laugh at the ‘saving her honor’ comment, Dante said, “Oh, nothing, my good man. We found the evil thing’s lair and took his valuables. Here is a pouch for you.” He handed the belt pouch to the older man. “I have kept some for myself, which is plenty of recompenses.” He patted the bag at his side containing the rest of the items. Jake emptied the pouch into his hand and gazed at the coins and rings.
“Why do I deserve such riches? I didn’t kill the beast,” he said, incredulous.
“I got plenty for myself, and perhaps you might get Lucas a sword and some training to help protect Deidre when they go to the market. I might not be around next time,” Dante replied, persuasive as always. With that said, he turned to Deidre and said, “Goodbye, Deidre. It has been a pleasure.” He bent in a full-court bow and kissed her hand chastely, but looked her in the eye and winked at her. She smiled and furtively licked her lips with that pink tongue that had recently licked his cock.
“Goodbye, Dante. May your travels bring you happiness,” she said with a curtsy that would pass muster in a Lord’s house.
He mounted Falco and rode away down the road. Just before losing sight of them into the woods, he turned and waved at them. They were still watching him and returned the farewell.
I was 19 years old and I had just arrived at my first BDSM party. A popular leather/BDSM store put on a party every month and I finally found the courage to attend. Looking back I must admit I was still a callow young man. I sat by myself at the bar, having a few drinks, and taking it all in. After an hour or so, when I was beginning to feel a bit like an outsider, a beautiful young woman dressed in an amazing leather outfit approached me. She asked me if this was my first BDSM party. I smiled and confessed that it was. She smiled back at me and said, “Let me introduce you to someone. I’ve noticed a woman over by the tables that have had her eye on you.”. She led me across the bar to a woman sitting at one of the high tables near the wall. She was a bit overweight and seemed fairly reserved, but I could tell by the way she held herself she was clearly Dominant. I was excited, but at my young age, I found myself thinking, “Why couldn’t it be the hot young Mistress that was interested in me?”. In any case, I sat down and we began to talk. We talked for the majority of the night and towards the end of the night, I found myself becoming slightly smitten with Her. She was strong, confident, and clearly unabashed in her kinky sexual desires. Somehow during our conversation, she got me to reveal that I had never had a butt plug (or anything really) in my ass and how I was really a bit hesitant about the whole thing. She smiled at me and asked if I would be willing to come home with Her. Earlier in the night, she had given me a playful spanking with the crop she was carrying, and she told me she wanted to take me home and give me a proper spanking. I was a bit nervous, but my penis spoke up and convinced me.
When we arrived at her house, she wasted no time escorting me to her ‘playroom’. I was nervous as I followed her down the hallway, but I also found myself terribly excited. She had been very calm and relaxed the entire evening and now was no different. I could feel her drawing me in, and I suddenly got the sense she’d been guiding the conversation all night towards this moment. As I stepped into her dungeon playroom, I saw a room full of bondage furniture, paddles, rope, dildos and BDSM equipment of all types. My heart raced and I began to question whether this was the best idea, but when she calmly asked me to undress, I felt strangely compelled. She watched as I undressed, and smiled when my cock popped out of my underwear and pointed straight towards the ceiling. She guided me to a pair of wooden sticks in the center of the room and directed me to place my head and wrists into the half-moon cut-outs so she could swing the top bar into place and lock me firmly into position. I did as she instructed and remember the mixture of excitement and nervousness as the top bar swung into place and she locked it shut. She circled me, admiring my naked body locked in position and fully at her disposal. I felt her hand trace a line down my back and come to rest on my ass. She rubbed my ass cheeks for a few moments and then pulled them wide apart. The cool air on my butt hole scared me and I arched my back, pulling away slightly. She moved with me keeping them apart. She held them apart for several minutes and then pressed a finger against my butt hole. She didn’t penetrate me, but I could feel her finger pressing against my butt hole. It felt good, but I was nervous… nervous about what she had planned for me. Finally, she removed her finger and stepped around to my side, running one hand up my back and the other reaching down and finding my cock.
I could hear a smile in her voice as she said, “A handsome young man like yourself out at your first bondage party… and now you’re locked up in my dungeon”. She began to stroke my cock and continued, “Will you be a good boy or do I need to give you a good hard spanking?”. “I’ll be good”, I responded expecting a spanking anyway but enjoying what I considered to be a bit of role-playing. Her hand stopped stroking my cock and she left me for a moment. It sounded like she had gone across the room to a table of equipment. When she returned she stepped in front of me, squatted down and looked directly into my eyes. I could see she was holding a butt plug in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. “I want to take that virgin ass of yours sweetie.”, she said with a clear glint of desire in Her eye. I told Her, “I’m not too sure about that. Maybe some other time. This was just our first time together.”. I was very nervous. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll only stick it in if you beg me to stick it in”, she told me. I envisioned never-ending spankings until I agreed and I began to protest when she continued, “and I won’t use any spankings or pain to coerce you.”. I was amazed… and I paused for a moment. “OK”, I agreed.
She began to rub lube on my ass, massaging it into my butt cheeks. Her fingers occasionally brushing my butt hole. Using more lube she moved her way up onto my lower back and down onto the backs of my legs. It felt incredible and I found myself closing my eyes and thoroughly enjoying it. Her lubed hand found its way to my cock and she stroked it for almost a minute until I moaned softly and begin to thrust slightly against her hand. I was very near orgasm but she clearly had other plans. She moved back to massaging my ass and this time moved quickly to put pressure on my butt hole. It felt good and being a horny young man I was already awash with lust. Before I knew it her finger had slipped inside me and was probing around my ass hole. I found myself beginning to move and squirm a bit, trying to get more of her finger inside me. She pushed in deeper and grabbed my cock from behind with her other hand. She held my cock tightly and slowly inserted a second finger. I moaned as she pushed them in deep and squeezed my cock. My cock was twitching slightly and I was pushing back as far the stocks would allow. She stroked my cock slowly 2 or 3 times as she removed her fingers. I pushed back aching for them not to leave. She stroked my cock a few more times and I could feel the tip of the butt plug as she placed it against my butt hole. She pushed it slightly so the tip just broke the seal and then pulled back. I struggled and pushed back against it. Wanting it inside me, but she would not insert it. She pushed slightly again and held it there while I squirmed against my bonds. She squeezed my cock firmly and I remembered our deal, I had to beg her for it. “Please… PLEASE Mistress push it inside me!”, I nearly blurted out. Still nothing but her tight grip on my cock and the tip pushing slightly against my butt hole. I continued to plead, “PLEASE Mistress I beg You. Please push it inside me!”. I truly wanted it inside me and I was becoming desperate. “Will you take it all?”, she asked me? “Yes, Mistress! PLEASE!”. “Are you sure?”, she asked again. “Yes, Mistress! Please!”, I pleaded again. I felt her let go of my cock and the tip of the plug ease slowly inside me. I was overcome with lust. I pushed back against her and very slowly felt it increase in size as she eased it inside me. Very quickly my butt hole began to feel tight as the size increased. The fullness excited me, but I began to wonder if it was going to fit. She paused for a moment… and as I relaxed she eased it past the hump, allowing it to slip in all the way to the base. I was worried it would be too big, or that it would hurt and now with it deep in my ass I was relieved… and I must admit I was also very excited. She pushed on the base of the plug, making sure it was deep inside me and then began to unfasten the stocks.
I was surprised to find myself blindfolded and tied tightly to a chair, sitting on the plug that was still inside me. She stroked my cock for a few minutes and then told me she was going to take a hot bath and that she would see me in an hour or so. When she left, I immediately began to feel a bit strange, tied to this chair naked with a but plug inside me. After about 20 minutes, I became bored and a little irritated. My butt was starting to go numb against the wooden chair and I wiggled against my bonds to get a bit more comfortable. As I did, the plug pushed and pulled against my butt hole. I was surprised at how good it felt. I squirmed a bit more, enjoying the sensation. And after 10 minutes, I was pushing and sliding, moving anyway I could to get the plug to move around inside me. Lost in my passion I was startled when Mistress touched my leg.
She explained how she had been sitting there watching the whole thing. She didn’t just want to be the first person to put a butt plug in my ass. She wanted to turn me into a slut overcome with lust for that plug. She untied me from the chair and removed my blindfold. Standing there naked in front of her, I remember wanting so badly to have sex with her! She looked down at my throbbing cock and smiled. She had a length of rope in her hands and I savored the feel her body pressed against mine as she reached around behind me and wrapped the rope around my waist. She passed the 2 ends of the rope through the loop on the other end and pulled it tight around my waist. She passed the 2 ropes around my cock, through my legs and over the butt plug still deep inside me. She removed all the slack and fastened it tightly in place creating a rope harness that would keep the butt plug inside me. Then she had me get dressed and sent me home.
She was nervous. She dressed carefully, choosing what went on her body was the first test. He preferred her in sleeveless black cocktail dresses, nothing fussy, clean lines. Nothing too short or too long. Thigh-high black sheer stockings, black thong and black pumps to complete the outfit. Absolutely no bra, seeing her nipples firm up in public was part of the fun. Miranda cinched her auburn straightened hair into a low neat ponytail grabbed her clutch and headed for their brunch spot. She knew it would be tense although He would be charming. He was always pleased for her on the surface when she embarked on a new monogamous relationship but there was always a consequence for leaving when she returned. This time would not different.
She walked to their table to sit at exactly the time He requested to the minute. She had waited outside to make that happen. He had of course already ordered for them both, club sodas with lime and veggie omelets, it mattered not that she would have killed for a mimosa and their signature French Toast. He greeted her warmly, a comforting hug that soothed her nerves and gave Him the chance to make sure she had remembered to leave her bra home. He asked all the right questions and listened intently to her answers, His magnetic blue eyes making promises of what He would do after brunch. She could barely eat, He interrupted her work story with a sharp, “Miranda, you are not eating.” Hearing the tone shook her, “I apologize Sir, I’m not very hungry.” He sat back in the chair, pinning her with those eyes, “ You need to eat Miranda, you will require the energy from it later.” The small talk and catching up was over. “You disappeared Miranda when I desired you and your company. I can’t simply take you back without disciplining you for your rudeness. You look frightened, take a breath. I believe in the end you will enjoy this and I will learn a great deal of what you experienced while you’ve been gone.” Miranda sat frozen, waiting for the punishment. Crawl under the table and please Him? Let Him fuck her in the men’s room? She was prepared for anything and then He spoke, “I procured a suite at the hotel across the street from now until tomorrow. There is a key under your name. The room is stocked with refreshments and anything else you may need. Check in and go to the suite. When there is a knock, you will open the door and admit whoever it is and allow them to avail themselves of you and all you can offer. You need to do your best to please them Miranda because you will get a grade. The grade will be told to me after leaving your room. If the grade is less than an A, there will be another knock. When you score an A, the person on the other side of the door will be me. Do you agree to these terms?”
Miranda slowly stood up, she smoothed her dress and grabbed her clutch, “Yes Sir”. She then made her way across the street as quickly as she could with her pulsating, soaking pussy to discover what awaited her.
She entered the suite cautiously, would someone be waiting? It was empty and gorgeous, she spotted a familiar box placed on the center of the bed. She lifted the top and moved aside the delicate tissue paper to reveal a sheer white babydoll nightie and matching thigh high stockings and white peek a boo high heels. No thong, no panties. There were cold bottles of water and champagne in the mini fridge, a silver tray of sliced fruits, small cut glass bowls of different kinds of nuts and her favorite protein bars. He had thought of everything. Then she spotted the mounted camera, it was so small only the tiny green light gave it away. She was about to explore further when she heard her phone’s text alert, “Move along quickly Miranda, shower and use the products in the top drawer. Bring your ponytail neatly to the top of your head. You have 30 minutes precisely.”
She understood there would not be one additional second.
After showering, she took out the makeup in the top drawer. The foundation made her pale skin even whiter, the false eyelashes were the opposite of natural. The lipstick was “Russian Red” by Mac, one she never would have even attempted in the store with her coloring. She brushed out her long hair and created a high pony. She could not have looked less like herself. She donned the nightie with two minutes to spare. Her phone was on silent but she heard the buzz in the silent room. “Your partners have all been vetted by me. You may call “red” at any time, however, you will not have fulfilled the terms of our agreement. If you truly feel in danger say my real name out loud or stare directly into the camera. Go to the door Miranda.”
There was one sharp knock as she reached the door. She opened the door to a good looking, tall man with a neatly trimmed beard and no expression. She opened the door to invite him in saying, “Hello, I’m Mir…” His eyes became very small and his hand went up to her lips pressing them closed with his long, slender finger. “Dolls don’t talk.” Her eyes opened wide and her lips once released made a perfect circle. “Exactly”, said the cold businessman, “stay just like that. Do not move a muscle. You are a doll, no ability to move on your own, no voice, no ability to respond. I will nod your head, if you understand and consent you will offer no resistance.” His hands felt cold and he trailed them up her curves to either side of her head, making her nod one time. She did not resist.
She kept her face frozen. Her mouth the surprised O and her eyes wide under the false black lashes. He picked her up and put her limp body over his shoulder. He settled her in the desk chair and moved first one leg apart then the other planting them wide apart and revealing her smooth, hairless cunt. He tilted her chin up a bit and she was able to see that although his breathing was slightly heavier, he remained expressionless. He pulled her breasts out of her nightie and her nipples instantly hardened. Out of the corner of one eye, she saw the outline of a bulging cock through his suit pants. He wordlessly played with her breasts, tugging a bit on her nipples and Miranda concentrated on keeping her breathing quiet and even. After a short time, he reached one hand down to examine her pussy, which was creating a tiny puddle on the chair. He worked her clit to the point of throbbing before inserting two fingers quickly deep in her cunt. She had to work not to moan or move her hips to meet his hand. After ensuring she was sopping, he unbuckled and removed his pants as she sat in the same position he left her. He adjusted her arm and then hand so it gripped his very large and rock hard cock and moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft. Placing her hand back on her thigh, he effortlessly lifted her onto the bed, where she lay with her mouth open, wet and red. He opened her legs and using them pushed her torso until her head dangled over the side. He walked around and filled her mouth with his cock, thrusting it far down her throat. Miranda calmed herself and allowed him to fill her throat without gagging or moving but she could not control her traitorous pussy. Each time she felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat she’d squirt everywhere, there was no hiding it. Just as she was deciding what to do with his cum when it shot into her throat, he pulled out of her mouth. Once in between her legs, he slid her bottom half to the other edge of the bed and lifted her legs into the air bent so he could lean on her. He hammered himself over and over into her as her body moved with him but not meeting him. It took extraordinary effort not to cry out as she felt herself nearing the edge. She almost did it. Just as he began to fill her, she whimpered from the intensity of his release. His immobile face darkened and he slapped her sharply across the mouth smearing her bright red lipstick. “You’re broken”, he spit out. Then his face shifted back into control and he dressed quietly and left.
Miranda lay staring at the ceiling, her legs open and in the air as he left her, his still warm cum dripping out of her bare cunt. As soon as the door shut, she got up from the bed and made her way to the shower knowing there would be another knock at the door.
She had just removed her nightie and started running the shower when there was a knock. She froze. How could someone be there already?? It had to be a mistake.
Miranda wrapped one of the sumptuous hotel towels around her used body and answered the door. She opened it a crack and peeked out to see a plain, middle-aged woman with no makeup peering back. “Open the door dear, it’s Mommy.” Miranda was still sure the woman had the wrong room and would realize when she saw her. She opened the door to let in this woman carrying bags and wearing a simple grey skirt, white blouse, and flats that she removed upon entering. The woman hurried in, “Oh no dear! You look like the whore of Babylon and we don’t have much time before Daddy finishes his drink downstairs.” Miranda began to introduce herself and extend her hand, the woman sharply shushed her and told her, “‘Yes Mommy’ will do”. She grabbed her hand firmly to lead her to the bathroom. The shower was already running from earlier and ‘Mommy’ ordered Miranda into it. “Daddy hates seeing little girls looking so garish, you look like a cheap hooker!” The woman removed her blouse before wetting a washcloth and roughly removing every trace of makeup from Miranda’s face. She handed the washcloth to Miranda and told her to finish up. Miranda began soaping up her body under the woman’s watchful gaze. When she got to her pussy, the woman grabbed the washcloth and threw it to the floor. She soaped up her hand before lifting Miranda’s leg and balancing it on the wall. She gently rubbed Miranda’s folds before beginning to work her clit. “Young lady, you are making more of a mess for Mommy to clean up”, as Miranda squirted down her hand. “Naughty girl”, she murmured as she slapped Miranda’s cunt.
After quickly drying Miranda’s body, she got a wooden brush from her bag and began blow-drying Miranda’s hair. Miranda stood naked in front of the sink as the Mommy yanked then smoothed her hair. If Miranda moved at all she received a stinging slap on her ass with the wooden brush. It didn’t take long before a lovely scarlet began to cover her bottom. She bit her lip with each smack and stopped her moans. She could not control the slick growing between her thighs that became a stream when the Mommy caressed the art she created on Miranda’s ass. She bent Miranda over the sink and parted her legs trailing one finger down her spine until it arrived at her soaking pussy. “You just can’t stay clean, you dirty girl”, and she plunged two fingers deep into Miranda’s aching cunt as Miranda gasped. “Don’t you dare cum unless Daddy tells you and he is not here”, and suddenly her fingers were gone and shoved into Miranda’s mouth? “Clean the mess you made you little slut”, shoving her fingers farther into Miranda’s throat. Miranda gagged then sucked them while looking into the woman’s eyes in the mirror. “Good girl”, the Mommy whispered, “let’s get you dressed.” “Yes Mommy”, Miranda whispered back. She received a long, delicious kiss for her good behavior.
The Mommy pulled a simple, pale pink, sleeveless shift over Miranda’s head being sure to rake her nails over the younger woman’s hard nipples. She tied her hair into pigtails with matching ribbons before pinching her cheeks hard for color. She handed Miranda a fluffy brown teddy bear and told her to be a good girl for Mommy. The Mommy removed her bra and shimmied out of her skirt. Her panties were soaked through and she was so close to Miranda, she couldn’t fight the urge to touch Mommy. “Please Mommy”, Miranda reached towards her. She received a shocking slap across the face, “Use your mouth little girl,” and she pulled in Miranda whose mouth couldn’t wait to taste Mommy. Miranda took long licks over Mommy’s wet pussy through her panties, feeling her hard little clit straining on the material. Miranda wanted more, she was desperate to get the panties out of her way. She gripped them with her teeth and pulled them down until her tongue could lap up all her juices. She used the teddy bear on her own throbbing cunt but it wasn’t enough to bring her relief. Her tongue was rapidly bringing Mommy to the edge, her moans were unrestrained and she was grinding into Miranda’s mouth. She began to cum just as there was a knock at the door. “You dirty little bitch! Now we are both in trouble!”, she cried pulling Miranda off her. “Answer the door while I finish readying myself and for fuck’s sake, wipe your face you look like a whore.” She yanked Miranda up by the pigtails and pushed her towards the now deafening knocks.
After staring at His picture for what seemed like hours and missing Him it was all I could do to wait until I could
get the kids to bed and go into the confines of my own private rooms. My hand
had already found its way to caressing over my right breast through the pale
pink blouse. The seconds seemed to go on forever as I waited till 9 P.M. Then
finally it was there at the top of the hour and I almost raced to my bed. I
didn’t turn on one single light as I stepped into the bedroom. The bed covered
in the freshly washed sheets seemed so very inviting. The light filtering in
from the streets outside gave a soft glow to everything. Shadows danced on the
walls in places I had never seen, so that the room appears almost magical.
Slowly my fingers worked at the buttons of the pale pink blouse, yet my mind
was picturing Him. I could see the way His mouth curved up slightly as I let
out a soft moan and imagined those lips wrapped tightly around my nipple. I
could feel His hands on each breast, kneading, twisting and caressing. My
nipples hardened instantly and ached for His touch. My need was for Him and yet
tonight He was miles away from me.
I glanced at the bed and smiled as the soft glow made it so inviting, yet I
turned and walked towards the window. My hand moving down over my stomach till
it reached the button of my jeans. I popped it open with ease then let my
fingers slide to the zipper and ease it lower. Pushing my hands into the sides
of my jeans and with a few little wiggles they slide down over the curve of my
hips and continued down to puddle at my feet as I stepped out of them.
The street light shone right into the window where I was standing. Looking down
at the pale skin of my body I smiled as my hands slide over the luminescent
skin of my hips and continued up over the pale pink lace thong and still
upwards over the full breasts that were covered by the white bra. Nipples so
hard protruded from the bra as if they were begging to be set free. A soft purr
escaped my lips as my fingers grazed each nipple. My hips swayed a little as my
lashes fell down to my cheeks and I could see Him as if He was standing right
there in front of me.
With my eyes still closed I stepped closer to the window and the chair that sat
in front of it, climbing atop it. Moving to lean against the billowy back,
pressing into the seatback as my thighs fell apart and my hands moved
back to cover each breast as I imagined His hands kneading the flesh. As I
opened my eyes I could see the street with the freshly fallen rain. How the
light made it glisten and sparkle making the entire street seem as though it
was filled with enchantment.
The strap on my left shoulder fell at the same moment my left hand slid under the lacey material to brush against
the warm skin that lay beneath. Fingers moving to grasp that erect nipple and
tug at it, pull and twist it till all that was heard were the soft whimpers of
need escaping my lips. My back arched as I felt that desire growing. God how I
wanted Him and wished He was here now to take me.
Slowly my right hand moved from my
breast. The warmth of my hand was met with the warmth of the skin on my
stomach. Fingers teased and danced along the flesh till they reached the top of
that lace thong. For now, they did not slide in, but instead, they moved down
lower, across the soft mound of flesh and disappearing between wide-open
thighs. Dampness was already beginning to seep through and soak the material.
As the fingers on my left breast squeezed hard all I could think about were His
hands and how they felt against my skin. Another quiet moan filled the night
air as my back arched, sending a trickle of pleasure rolling through my body.
The sensation and movement caused my hips to rock forward sending my already
needy cunt into my right hand. A rather loud and heated moan escaped my lips
and I found that I couldn’t stop myself as I let my fingers slide back up the
front of my thong till they reached the edge then disappear beneath the pale
pink material. I could feel my thighs parting wider as my fingers reached that
soft mound and pushed between those damp folds. At the same moment, the fingers
of my left hand tightened around my nipple, tugging and pulling, twisting hard
and pulling again. Wetness dripped from between those now wet folds and coated
the fingers of my right hand as I called out His name.
Those now damp fingers moved deeper into the folds pushing them apart till I
could feel them slowly circling, slowing teasing that already hard nub of
tender flesh. His face embedded in my mind as if I was looking right at Him.
The fingers of my left hand moved to squeeze my breast hard, harder than I
would have done it, it was as if He was here taking my body as He would any
time He wanted. I was His and He knew this, I knew this. My heart, body, and
soul belonged to Him and this instance was no different. This was for Him.
My need for Him continued to grow as my hips pressed forward. Then it happened,
that hard little nub met with the soft touch of my fingers and I screamed out
His name again. My body knew what to do and lust and desire took over. My
fingers teased and rubbed and pinched at my clit as my left hand squeezed my
left breast harder each time. My body squirmed over the seat, thighs widening
as far as they could go. His name whispered over and over as I continued to
torment that now excited clit. I knew my thong was soaked with the need of Him; my
nipples ached for His touch. Every inch of me was His. I was His dirty little
slut begging without words to be fucked.
Now soaked fingers moved reluctantly from their teasing as they pushed through
the folds and made their way to circle around the hole of my tight cunt before
three fingers pushed inside. Gasping loudly as I was stretched just as He would
have stretched me. I reach over to the bedside table and from the drawer remove
the wonderful glass dildo that my handsome prince purchased just recently for
me. Arching my back as I squirmed, pressing my hips against my hand pushing my glass
dick in deeper and calling out His name again. I almost forgot the teasing and
tormenting of my left breast till my fingers pinched hard on my nipple, I could
almost feel it as if it were His teeth clamping down as His cock slid deeper
inside me. Fucking me!
Over and over again the torment continued as the cool glass cock continued to
slide in and out of my tight and very wet cunt. I moved just enough so that my
thumb could tease at my clit and again I cried out. The empty house filled with
the sounds of His name and the now loud whimpers and moans of heated desire and
need.
A shudder coursed through me as my back arched even more. I didn’t think my thighs could part more but they did send the slick glass toy in deeper as my
body pressed against my hand. Fucking that tight little cunt faster and faster with each moment, my left nipple ached and throbbed from the tugging and pinching. My body shuddered again as the inner walls of my cunt tightened around my fingers. ‘Mmmm yes’ was all I could think as I squirmed and pressed myself into my hand, riding my fingers as I imagined His cock fucking me, making me more and more His.
As I screamed out His name I felt my own release as my body convulsed against the glass cock, soaking the bed, my back arched sending my breast into my hand feeling those fingers squeeze around the flesh as hard as possible sending my hips rocking forward again into my hand making me shudder uncontrollably as I came again in quick succession. Inner walls tightened around glass cock over and over till I couldn’t move.
Almost breathless I lay there. Opening my eyes to look out at the street my body still shuddering as I pulled the toy cock from inside my thong and released the hold my left hand had on my breast I reached for the blanket at the bottom of the window seat and pulled it up over me. Glancing to the bed I sighed. The bed was growing more and more lonely without Him in it. Tonight while laying here still lost in thoughts of Him, my body somewhat satisfied with a need for Him I would sleep. Alone, Yet in my mind, I knew He was thinking of me and I hoped that His body too was trembling still and that His bed was growing just as lonely as mine.
