"Lick the filthy sole of my boot, you lowly scum," said Sofia, raising the black leather that clad her right foot to the lips of her husband. He licked like the slave he was, with his hands tied behind his back, and she saw with satisfaction that his cock was hard as a rock. A small drop of juice gleamed like a pearl at its tip.
George longed to play with his dick, to make it come, but he knew that she would punish him if he did that without her permission. She put down her boot so that he could lick the leather of the uppers, and she smiled .as she saw her footwear getting shiny with his spit.
Then she kicked his head away, and she untied his hands.
"You may play with your cock now, but you are not allowed to come until I say that you can. And when I tell you to, I want you to come onto my boot, and then you must lick it up, and if you fail in anyway I shall whip you severely."
When his hands were free he began to stroke his cock, slowly so that he would not come until she let him, and he looked at the leather of the boot onto which he was going to shoot.
Sofia stood and looked down at her slave, and she rubbed the nipple of one of her huge breasts, and she felt the juices starting to flow in her cunt. She knew that she needed some relief, and she thought that tonight she would allow him to suck her cunt, for a long time until she was satisfied.
She toyed with her hard clit as he stroked himself, but still she did not say that he could come, and she loved the power that she had over him.
CHAPTER ONE
The office hummed and crackled with the sounds of financial activity. Orders were pouring in over the phones, and the brokers were busy. George Prior sat in his lush inner office, and pondered the management of one of his bigger portfolios. He was trying to balance risk and reward, and the economic picture was uncertain, which made him worry. He was sure that he was on his way to an ulcer.
He kept weighing the advantages of tax-free municipals versus blue-chip corporate bonds, and he was lost in tables, and his mind seemed to be nothing but a jumble of yields and basis points. Finally he happened to glance at the clock, and he saw that it was nearly four. He had a date, and he meant to keep it.
He had gone out with Sofia the weekend before, and it had been a fantastic evening. The one thing that had been lacking was sex, for they had hardly touched each other. And yet he had been very aroused, and he sensed that she had been too, and he could not understand why they had not made it on that date. He sat at his desk, though he knew that he should leave, and he thought about her.
He was in his early forties, and divorced a year, and he didn't get too many dates with women like her. She was maybe thirty-five, though she had never told him her age, and she was tall, over five-ten, and really stacked, as the saying goes. She wasn't slim, but then she wasn't fat either, and she liked to wear heels, which made her really tower over most of the people around her. He had met her at a party, and they had made the date for the weekend that had just passed.
All through the evening they had flirted, but when she had gotten him really hot, and he had tried to kiss her, she had pushed him away, and said that if he came to see her the following Wednesday, in the late afternoon, she would show him a good time. He wondered if that meant money, but after talking to her she said that it did not, so he thought that it just must be her period, and let it go at that. So he sat in his office, horny as hell, and worked on losing enough of his erection so that he could walk out of the office without embarrassment.
He managed to escape, and he hopped a cab, and in fifteen minutes or so he was at her apartment. When she let him in he gasped, for she was attired in a way that was extremely arousing, and which made him think that he might be in for some very bizarre entertainment. She wore a corset, a corset made of black leather-that is what he noticed first. It left her tits and her cunt bare, but she was wearing a pair of black, satin panties, so that it was only her ripe tits that were available for his lusty eyes.
She wore no stockings, but she did wear a pair of silver shoes, that had very high heels, and were sandals, with thin straps. Her toenails were painted, and she was heavily made up, and she wore a choker ribbon, that matched the rest of her outfit. She smiled at him after she had let him in, and it was a sexy smile, but there was something else in it, something a little bit cruel, that was nonetheless exciting.
She told him to sit down.
She walked to him where he sat on the couch, and she smiled down at the bulge in his pants. She stood looking at him like that for about a minute, and then she rubbed her tits while he watched, until her nipples were hard. Then she took each one of her breasts into her mouth, and she sucked on her nipples for a while.
He wanted to fuck her, or have her blow him, and he was aching with lust, but something kept him from jumping up and grabbing her. He began to feel as if he were in her power, as if he would give up anything for her, as if she could make him do things that he would never have dreamed of, all to allow him to taste her flesh.
"Do you like my body, do you like my hard, big, hot tits?" she said to George, and he felt his cock give a huge jump when she said that.
"Yes, I like them very much." He started to rise, and stopped only when she held up her hands, and looked angry.
"Very well," she said. "If you like me so much you must prove to me that you are worthy of me. Today, since we do not know each other well, your tasks will be relatively light, but rest assured that they will get harder if you wish to continue seeing me. Are you ready for your first task?"
She looked at him with a cruel and sexy leer of depravity, and waited.
Thoughts raced through his mind, and he did not know what to do. He was a little scared of what she might do to him, for he was beginning to understand that she was dominant by nature, but she was so seductive that he knew that he had to at least find out what she wanted.
"Yes, I am ready for my first task," he said, and waited.
"Get down on your knees, and kiss the rug that I walk on, and I want to see that tongue of yours licking the shag. I want the carpet wet."
He slowly got down on his knees, still fully dressed, and began to do as she had told him. He could see her feet as he licked the rug, and he could smell her. The odor, the unbearably sexy odor that hit his nose was a mixture of sweat and perfume and cunt, and it was driving him wild with desire. His cock was very hard, and he wanted to take it out, but he knew that he should wait for her to tell him that he was allowed to. So he just kept on licking the rug.
"Stand up and strip, slave," she said. "You will address me as mistress from now on, and you will do exactly as I tell you. If you fail me in any way you shall be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes, mistress," he said, and took off his clothes. In a few seconds he was naked, and he knelt on the ground in front of her, and it was all that he could do to keep from playing with his hard cock. She looked at him, and smiled when she saw that a small drop of moisture was dripping from the end of his hard cock.
"Does looking at your mistress make you excited, slave?" She waited.
"Yes mistress I am very excited," he said, and waited, aching with desire, for her to tell him to do something.
"Do I have pretty feet, slave?" She held out one of her shoes and wiggled her toes, and he could smell the odor of her feet. For a moment he did not answer, but just gazed at her toes, and he felt that he had never seen anything that was more erotic. Then he remembered the question that she had asked him.
"Yes mistress your feet are very beautiful, and I want to lick them, and suck your toes, and kiss the leather of your shoes. But I know that I may not be worthy of doing that."
She smiled at him. "I see that you are learning quickly how to talk to your mistress. Very well: you may worship my feet. First you must suck on the heel of my shoe." She held out her right foot, and moved the high, spiked, silver heel so that it was touching his lips.
He did not say anything, but took the proffered object into his mouth, and began to suck it with a slow and steady motion. He liked the taste of the shoe that was in his mouth, and the closeness of her feet was driving him wild with passion. He licked and sucked the heel that she had given to him until it was nice and shiny.
Then she took the heel from his mouth, and he wondered if she was going to have him suck the other one, but she had other ideas.
"Now you may lick my toes," she said, and she held out the same shoe that he had been sucking, and wiggled her foot, and soon his tongue was running over her painted nails and the thin leather straps that covered them. He loved the smells that hit his nostrils as he sucked on her toes, and he started to want to play with himself. He kept thinking that he shouldn't, but he was so far gone with lust and desire that he started to jerk off.
In a matter of seconds she kicked his face, not so hard that he was in terrible pain, but hard enough to let him know that he was in trouble.
"What slave! Do I dare to believe what I am seeing! You are masturbating without my permission? You shall have to be spanked for that." And she sat down on the couch, and she ordered him to lie across her lap.
He did so, and as he lay on his stomach he felt her warmth, and smelled the leather of her corset, and the odor of her cunt, and he waited for the first blow to fall while his erect cock rubbed against her bare thighs.
She started to spank him with her bare right hand, with her palm open, and she hit him fairly hard, but the excitement that he felt far outweighed the pain. He was in her power, and it was that feeling of losing himself to her, and of being a slave, that he liked. It was so different from work, where he had to make decisions, where he was always under pressure. Here, in this world of slavery and female domination he could relax under the strong hands of his mistress.
As she spanked him the force with which he was jammed against her lap by her blows rubbed his cock against her thighs, and he felt as if he were going to come just from the friction. He was scared of what might happen if he did, but he knew that he could not control himself much longer.
She sensed his excitement, for she said to him "Is my slave going to come on his mistress' thigh from the spanking that she is giving him? I give you permission to come slave, but you must lick your sperm up, and then you must be prepared for more service, until I am through with you."
"Yes mistress, I will do just as you say," he said, and closed his eyes, and simply let himself be lost in the world of the blows that she was giving to him with her experienced hand.
It was clear, even to him, who was something of a novice in such things, that she knew what she was doing, because she varied the pace with which she hit him, and sometimes she would rub his ass so that it felt nice and warm.
Then she stopped, saying, "All right slave, you may hump against my thigh until you come." He felt her rubbing his ass as he humped, and soon he felt that he was right there, right on the edge, and then he shot.
For a few seconds he was lost to the outside world, and he felt as if he was pumping his whole being, his very essence, onto the smooth flesh of her thigh. She rubbed his ass until he was finished, and then she told him to kneel in front of her and lick his jism off her thigh.
He had never tasted his own come, but he was surprised at how easy it was to lick it up, and he liked the way her flesh felt under his tongue. While he licked her thigh clean she leaned back and closed her eyes, and the smell of her cunt grew even stronger, and she rubbed her stiff nipples from time to time.
She made him lick her thigh for a long time, but he did not mind, and he felt as if he would be content to worship her forever. Finally she pushed his head away, and told him to kneel again.
He looked up at her, and she looked down at him with a smile of lust and sadism, and he knew that she would soon have to be satisfied.
"You may now have the honor of cleaning my bare feet with your tongue," she said, and she took off her sandals and offered her feet to his waiting mouth.
He started to suck her toes, and he loved the way that her flesh felt as he sucked them, and he knew that she liked what he was doing, since she leaned back again, and closed her eyes, and she started to rub her tits, and soon she could not keep her hands off herself, and she was starting to grind her hips against the fabric of the couch on which she sat.
He licked her feet for a long time, and he started to think about what it would be like to suck some other parts of her, and he wanted to ask her about that, but he did not dare. Then she spoke to him.
"Get up, slave, and go to the bathroom, and bring me that bottle of baby oil." He did as she asked, and soon was back with the required substance.
"Oil my legs, and do a good job of it. I want my feet massaged with oil, and then my calves, and then my thighs." She looked down at him, and watched him begin the task that she had set for him.
He rubbed the oil into her feet, and she flexed her toes from time to time as he did that, and she murmured to herself, and the smell of her cunt was very strong. She did not tell him that he could start on her calves, but he decided that he could risk doing that, and when he did she made no move to stop him.
He spent a long time oiling her calves, which were supple and strong, and she moaned from time to time while he did that, and he knew that she was getting more and more excited. Hardly daring to believe that she was letting do it, he started to oil her thighs, and she lay very still while he did that, and she let him work all the way up to where her black satin panties hid her hot cunt.
Finally she opened her eyes, saying, "OK, slave, I am going to take off my panties, and you may lick my asshole while I masturbate. But you must not touch my cunt. If you are a very good slave, then the next time that we meet you may suck my pussy, but for now just my asshole. I want you to play with your cock while you rim me, but you must not come." And she raised her legs, and slipped off the panties, and offered her asshole to his waiting tongue.
He loved the gamy taste of her asshole, and he slipped his tongue into it, and he thought that he had found his true role at last: that of a slave.
She just watched him rim her for a while, and then she pulled back the skin from around her clit, and she started to masturbate. She touched the tip of her clit very lightly with a wet finger, and she closed her eyes, and she gave herself up to the feel of her hand on her clit and the slave-tongue on her asshole.
George waited tensely for her to come. He was masturbating, as she had told him to do, and though he would have thought that, since he had come so recently, he would not have much trouble holding back now, in fact he was very excited, and it was all that he could do to keep from coming. But he knew that he wanted to obey her as much as possible, and so he slowed the pace with which he jerked his dick, and went on rimming her.
She was grunting now, and her hips were moving from side to side, and he knew that she would come soon, and he kept his mouth glued to her asshole, knowing that he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible.
She grunted, and made sounds like "Unh, unh, unh," and then she came, hard. Her hips arched up off the couch, and she practically threw him to the floor with the force with which her rising hips pushed his mouth from her asshole. She kept a finger hard against her clit while she came, and she came for a long time, and she loved the feelings that ran through her. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on forever.
He kept masturbating as he watched her come, and it was all that he could do to keep from coming himself, but he did not want to disobey her, and so he played with himself slowly, holding back. Finally she stood up, and she looked down at him, and she smiled to see that he was still jerking his cock.
"Do you like to play with your little trouser-worm, you dirty little boy?"
"Yes mistress, I play with it all the time, and I want to serve you in any way that I can. May I come now? I am so excited mistress. Please may I come?" He looked at her, and fell to her feet, which were still bare, and covered with the oil that he had used on them, and he started to kiss them. She laughed, but did not tell him to stop. He licked her feet for a long time, and finally she told him to stand up.
"You may come into my hand," she said, and held out her right hand near his hard cock. He worked his dick furiously, his face contorted with the effort, and in a few seconds he shot, all over her hand. She was impressed at the force with which he came this time, so soon after shooting onto her foot.
"Lick my hand, slave," she said, and when he had cleaned it she told him that he could shower and dress. In about fifteen minutes he was once again the wealthy stockbroker that he had been when he had entered this apartment. It was nearly five-thirty, and it was time that he took the train and went home.
Sofia had changed too, and now she wore normal clothes, and looked simply like a well-dressed woman that one might see on the streets of any city. She smiled at him, but did not say much, except, "Perhaps you would like to visit me this coming weekend? Shall we say Saturday, eight, here?" He nodded, and then she showed him out, and he was back in the bustle of the city.
He grabbed a cab to the station, and when he got to the train he went to the bar-car, had a Scotch, and relaxed. He felt very good, and he realized that while he had been with Sofia he had forgotten the pressures with which he lived, and which were taking their toll on him, both physically and mentally.
He thought of his former wife, who had left him because she said that he was not enough of a man for her, since he would not beat her when she wanted him to. In fact he now knew that he was a true submissive, someone who knew that the true role of woman was one of superiority. He felt his cock swell a little as he thought about the time that he had just spent with Sofia.
Then he started to think about his children. Debby was twenty-three, and a nurse at the local hospital. She was still living at home, so that she could save money. She liked her work, but she kept talking about moving away when she had saved enough. He had lost contact with her, he felt, and somehow he did not care. All that he thought about when he saw her was his former wife, and he knew that he did not need to be reminded of that.
His son, Cliff, was in his last year of high-school, and seemed as if he only cared about cars and beer. George did not want to think about his children, so he took a long pull at his drink.
Finally the train pulled into the station of the rich community where he lived, and he lurched out to find his car, and drove home slowly. When he got there no one was in. He knew that Debby was at work, since she had been working the four to eleven-thirty shift recently, and he found a note from Cliff saying that he had gone to a friends to work on a car, and that he would be back late.
He thought that he should not let his son run around so much, and wondered if Cliff would ever make a decent living, or any living at all. He fixed himself a drink, and settled down with the paper. After a few minutes he forgot his kids, and he stopped reading, and he thought about Sofia, about how she had led him into a world that he had never known, and from which he had no desire to escape.
He fell asleep in his chair, and all that he thought about as he drifted off was her, her feet, the smell and taste of her asshole, her lush breasts. When he awoke, at ten-thirty, aching and with a bad taste in his mouth, he only had enough energy to take off his clothes and fall into bed. He did remember to set the alarm for six, however.
As her father slept Debby Prior sat at the nurses' station on a quiet medical ward, and tried to concentrate on the paperwork that was her principal task this evening. There were no crises tonight, and she did not think that any were very likely to develop. But she could not keep her mind on her task, and she kept thinking about a young doctor, whom she had only just met. He was known only to her as Doctor Smith, and he was tall and slim and he seemed to be well-hung from the bulge that she could see in his pants. She led a much more active sex-life in her mind than in reality, and as she sat at her desk she felt herself getting itchier and itchier. She looked at the clock and she saw that she had an hour to go, and she wondered if she could stick it out without jerking off. But she was scared of her supervisor, and so she managed to stick it out, though she got hotter and wetter as she sat there. As she had thought it would be, it was a quiet night, and at last, after she had checked out with the new shift that was coming on, she ran to the nurses' locker-room.
She kept a small dildo and some grease in her locker for just such times as the moment that she was feeling now, for she knew that she needed some quick relief. First she took a long shower, until she was sure that all of the other people who used the room had gone, and then she stepped out, and dried herself.
Since there was no curtain on the stall, she had not dared to touch her hard clit while she showered, and she had stood turned away from the doorway to the stall, so that no one would notice that her nipples were hard.
She dried herself quickly, thinking that she would have to take another shower before she went home. She sat down on the low bench that ran along the rows of lockers, and she raised her legs, and smeared some grease on her fingers. She rubbed it into her asshole, and worked a finger up there. She liked to put things in her ass while she played with herself, which is why she had a small dildo, and she found that she liked fingers in her cunt while the dildo was jammed deep into her ass.
First she rubbed her clit for a while, and she got really hot from that, and when she was ready she worked the dildo up her asshole, and she moaned with pleasure when it went in. She worked it back and forth a few times, and she really liked the way that it felt when it was up inside her rear. Then she shoved it in, and leaned way back so that it would not fall out.
She then took her left hand, and started to slide two fingers in and out of her tight pussy. She had fucked a few guys, but not that many, and she was still deliciously tight, and she was comfortably filled by her two slim fingers. She worked her digits in and out of her cunt for a while, and she was hot, and she felt the juices flowing freely from her snatch. She rubbed her nipples for a while with her right hand, but soon she started to use that hand on her clit.
She pulled back the skin from around the little, hard, pink nub that was the seat of all of her pleasure, and she started to touch the tip of it very lightly, and she knew that she was very close to coming. She had her eyes open, because she really got off on watching herself when she masturbated. She had never had a woman, but she often thought about it, and she knew that it was only a matter of time.
CHAPTER TWO
Then, suddenly, she saw that there was another woman in the room. It was Nancy, whom she knew only slightly, and who worked on another floor of the same unit. Nancy was smiling at her, and started talking before Debby could speak.
"It's all right, hon," she said. "I play with my pussy all the time, and I know just how good it feels. But it feels even better when a woman sucks a woman, and you don't have to worry about getting knocked up, or any of that stuff. How about it, hon? Ever had a woman?"
Debby was blushing, and then she found her voice, which shook somewhat as she talked to Nancy. "Well, no, I haven't, I mean I haven't had a girl, ever, except I think about it a lot, and I don't fuck that many guys, and I am always horny, and I guess that, I mean I would like it if you, if we?" And she looked at the other nurse, whose smile was fading as lust possessed her slim body.
Nancy was in her early thirties, and tall, with short, pert black hair, and she felt her cunt dripping already as she looked at the young hot bitch whose cunt was so hot. "Oh baby, let me suck you, let me lick that hot, juicy pussy," said Nancy, and in a matter of seconds she was down on her knees, and she was starting to lick the hot cunt that was so close to her face.
She used one of her hands to work the dildo that was buried in Debby's ass, and then she buried her face in the steamy crotch that was in front of her. She loved the taste of the thick hot juices that flowed so copiously from the young nurse, and she lapped them up as if she were a cat at a bowl of cream. She felt the tight, clean cunt that she was sucking open like a lush pink flower under her tongue, and soon she was shoving her tongue into it, using her tongue like a small cock, fucking the cunt she was sucking with it. She reached up and put a finger on the clit of the young nurse that she was sucking, and she heard Debby starting to moan, and she rubbed the hard nub while she sucked.
"Oh God, it feels so good, oh baby, do it to me, do it to me harder!"
These words of Debby's really turned Nancy on, and she could hardly keep from playing with herself while she sucked. But she knew that if she did that she would have trouble concentrating, and so she held off from pleasuring herself with her skilled fingers. Besides, she knew that the other woman would want to suck her, and she thought that she could hold out long enough to wait for that.
She felt Debby's body tense, and she knew that the young nurse was getting right to the edge, and so she worked her cunt really hard, and finally, when she lifted her mouth from the hole of the cunt that she was sucking, and instead took Debby's hard clit into her mouth, then Debby came.
Saying "God, oh God, I feel so good!" Debby shook and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure ran through her, and her orgasm lasted longer than any that she had ever had. The nurse who was sucking her knew how to keep her going, and it was only when Nancy grew impatient for her own pleasure that she raised her head from Debby's cunt.
Debby smiled down at the woman who had just showed her how good one woman could make another feel, and when Nancy sat down, and stripped, and raised her legs, Debby knew just what she should do.
She was down on her knees in a matter of seconds, and as soon as her mouth touched the wet cunt of the woman who had just sucked her she knew that she had found the kind of sex that, at least so far, seemed to be able to give her more pleasure than anything that she had ever done.
She had never sucked a cunt before, but, both from all of her experience with herself, and from the sucking that she had just received, she knew what to do. Like Nancy, she began with the hole of the vagina itself, and she loved the juices that flowed from the cunt that she was sucking. They smelled and tasted tantalizingly different from her own, and she knew that she would have to come again before the night was through. But, for the moment, she concentrated on giving the nurse who had sucked her as much pleasure as was humanly possible.
Nancy was rubbing her nipples while Debby sucked her, and her slim hips were writhing back and forth agains the rough bench on which she sat.
"Oh baby, you suck so well, and I can't believe that you've never sucked a girl before. Oh God you sure know how to do me. Please don't stop!" And then Nancy was so overcome with the lust that was pouring through her body that she could not talk any more, and she just leaned back with her eyes closed, and she clamped her hands over her nipples, and she abandoned herself to the waves of pleasure that were threatening to erupt in her hot body.
Debby kept her mouth glued to the hot hole that she was sucking, and then she reached up with one finger and began to play with the hard clit that belonged to the owner of the cunt to which her mouth was glued. She heard Nancy gasp when she did that, and her breathing seemed to come faster and faster, and Debby knew that the older woman was getting ready to come.
To increase the pleasure of the woman who had initiated her into such a garden of sensual delights, Debby moved her mouth up a couple of inches and took the hard clit of the older nurse between her lips. She rolled it around with her tongue, and she felt the blood pulsing in it as she did that, and it seemed to swell just a tiny bit more under her tongue.
Then Nancy arched her hips, driving her cunt into the face of the young nurse who was sucking her off, and doing it so well, like a real pro. Debby grabbed the firm ass of the older woman, now that she had the chance, and kneaded the firm cheeks of it as she drove Nancy wild with her skilled tongue.
She slipped a finger around and into Nancy's asshole, and it slid in easily, so much so that she knew that the older woman had had things up there before. Nancy was moaning loudly, but there was no one else in the locker-room to hear her. The juices were really oozing from her fast, and she was starting to feel that the ache that filled her loins would soon be relieved.
Debby increased the speed with which she licked and sucked the hard clit that was in her mouth, and under the skilled lashing that she was giving, Nancy came, and came long and hard.
The soft, passionate cries of the slim nurse filled the room, and the smell of her pussy was very strong, and Debby loved the pleasure that she had given.
Debby kept her mouth glued to the cunt that she had sucked to orgasm until the last spasms of its owner had died away, and finally she raised her head, and smiled at Nancy.
"Your face is all covered with me, hon. Let me lick it off."
With these words Nancy stood, and kissed Debby, and spent sometime licking off the hot cream from her cheeks. Both women knew that they could go on like this for hours, and as they kissed each felt the hard nipples of the other, and they were getting hot again, even though they had both come so hard so recently.
But then Nancy said that she had to run, since she was working early the next day, and Debby realized that it was two in the morning, and that she should be getting home. So they agreed to meet soon, and Nancy gave Debby her number.
When Debby got home she found that her father was asleep, as she had expected, but that Cliff was not home, and she knew that if he slept late for school his father would be angry. But there was nothing that she could do, and she was so tired that she went right to bed.
Cliff was drinking a beer as his sister went to sleep, and he sat in the garage of a friend of his, with the friend and another guy. They were rebuilding an engine, and they had worked on it for seven straight hours, and they were relaxing, not caring that they were supposed to be in school the next day.
Cliff took a long pull at his beer. "Damn, I'm horny," he said. "Last time I got laid was with some real pig that I picked up in this bar in the city. I went back to her place, and I fucked her a couple of times, and she was sweating all over the place, and when I left I spent the next few days worrying that I had a dose. I was too drunk to use a rubber, and I sure as hell hope I didn't knock her up, or if I did, that she can't find me. Hell, I sure could use some cunt."
His friends nodded, and there was silence as they all drank. It was a weeknight, and they knew that to get any action they would have to go into the city, and they were way too tired for that. But anyone who had happened to observe them could have seen that all that they were thinking about was how they could get some cunt.
Then Cliff snapped his fingers, and put down the can he was drinking from with a bang.
"Shit, I clean forgot about what's her nameLinda. You know, that kind of shy girl who works real hard. She's in all of the smart classes, but I think that she is hot to trot. She came up to me today at school, and she gave me this note, and she blushed, and she kind of ran away, and when I read it, it said that she was real horny, and would I call her, and she said that her folks were away starting tonight, and that she had the house until the weekend."
He dashed inside, and then remembered the sleeping family of his friend, and called her as quietly as he could. She was obviouly sleepy when she answered, but then when she heard who it was, and when he mentioned his friends, she perked up.
She opened the door and the three guys gasped, since she was wearing only a pair of black panties. She hurried them in, and they could smell her pussy, and they knew that they had a hot one.
"Sit down, fellas," she said. "Want to watch my cunt all opened up when I put in my dildo?" She did not wait for an answer, and she pulled off her panties, and sat down in a chair which she pulled over near to the couch where the three guys were sitting.
She smiled at them, and spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers, and she was wet, and all of the guys felt like they were going to cream in their jeans just from looking at her. She shoved the dildo in her, and she looked at them while she worked it in and out of her. She closed her eyes in about a minute, and she worked herself faster, and then she shook, and she opened them again.
"I want to see some cock, guys," she said, and she grinned as they unzipped their flies and started to play with their hard cocks. She knew that they would come quickly, and she also knew that she wanted some of that juice in her mouth, and so she started to suck Cliff, and then she raised her head, saying, "Come on and jack off on me while I suck him."
She loved the way that his hard dick felt in her mouth, and she sucked him pretty well for a girl who had never done it before. She was really hot, and she gasped as she sucked, and she started to masturbate.
Cliff had his eyes closed, and he started to shove his hips back and forth, as if the mouth of the girl who was sucking him was a cunt, and he were fucking it. He really got into it, and she loved the excitement that he was showing, and then she became obsessed with feeling his come on her face.
"Come on baby, I want you to come on my face, and I want the other two of you to come on my body. I want a come bath, and then when you're ready we can fuck all night." And she jerked on Cliffs hard cock, and he knew that he was close to coming, like his friends.
The room-was quiet, except for the grunts that the guys made as they worked their cocks. If it were not for the beer that they had drunk they would have come long ago, and even with the alcohol in them they shot quickly.
Cliff came first, and his sperm poured out all over the face of the mousy girl who was sucking him, and she rubbbed it into her cheeks and her mouth and her hair with the hand that was not busy in her cunt.
Then she felt the other two guys shooting on her back, and she reach behind her, and scooped up a fingerful of come, and she licked it off her finger, and she leered. Her cunt smelled very strong, and the three guys were amazed at how hot she was, especially since they had all though that she was one of those girls who don't think about sex.
They needed to rest, and while they lay around and got ready for the next round she kept on palying with herself. None of the guys in the room had ever seen a thing like it, and soon their cocks were starting to rise again. They knew that they would probably get no sleep that night, but they didn't care. For a moment Cliff thought about his father, and how he would get in trouble if he got home after his father got up, but soon his rising cock put all thoughts like that out of his mind.
The scene went on like that for most of the night, and it was nearly six when the three guys left the house where they had had so much fun. They were dead tired, and they all decided to cut school, and to sleep.
Cliff sneaked into his room through the window, and he heard his father in the shower, so he stripped and got into bed, and he was asleep in a minute or so.
When George looked in on his sleeping son he saw nothing amiss, and assumed that Cliff had gone to bed at a reasonable hour. He was tired, and he thought about the problems that he was facing at work.
He had been involved in the initial sale of a stock, a new issue, that had risen so fast that the exchange had suspeneded trading in order to investigate. The results of the inquiry were not yet known, and George found that his stomach, already bad, was getting much worse. He knew that drinking just made his gut worse, and yet he found that that was the only way that he felt better.
He could hardly read the paper on the way into work that morning, and he sat behind his desk when he got in, lost in thought. Finally he began to do the work that he was supposed to be doing, but he still had trouble with it.
His mind, when he was not thinking about the trouble that he might be in, kept turning to Sofia. He wanted to call her, to see her before their date for the weekend, but in some sense the whole point of the relationship that was developing between them was that he was the submissive one, the one who bent like a pliant rod to her will. So, though he thought about calling her, he did not, and he knew that he would have to wait until Saturday.
On the way home he found that he had drunk three Scotches before he was near the station, and even though he knew that he had had enough he had another, and was finishing it as he drew in sight of the lot where his car was parked. He drove home, and wondered about his children.
As he expected, Debby was gone, at work, but then he heard loud snoring coming from Cliff's room, and he went to look in on his son. He saw him in the same state as when he had left in the morning, and then he knew that Cliff had never gotten up.
"Get up, damn it!" he yelled, shaking his sleeping child by the shoulder.
Cliff blinked up at him, and mumbled something about how he felt sick.
"My ass you're sick. You're hung over, and don't expect any sympathy from me. If you don't shape up I really don't know what I am going to do with you. Shit, you disgust me." And with these words George left the room, and sat down to drink some more.
Cliff, who after his father had left him was furious, grabbed a quick shower, and dashed out of the house. He did not know where he was going, but he knew that he did not want to stick around the house that was his home.
George was pretty drunk now, and he started to think about Sofia, and he knew that he was going to call her, even though she was his mistress.
"Hello, Sofia?" he said, when a panting voice answered.
"Yes?" she said impatiently, "who is it?"
"Islit's George, you know, your willin' littul slave. Hie."
"You scum, you filth, I am busy, and you will see me on Saturday, and if you bother me again before we are supposed to meet, I will not see you at all."
He started to speak, and then he realized that she had hung up. He lurched around the room, drunk and tired and horny, and finally he fell asleep on the rug, and snored loudly. He awoke at midnight, with a parched throat and a throbbing head, and he held his hair under the cold water in the bathroom for fifteen minutes.
Then he flopped into bed, and then, though he was still drunk, he could not sleep, and he tossed and turned, thinking of her feet, and desperately hoping that she would not refuse to see him over the weekend.
He heard Debby come in, but by then he was too tired to move, and he dropped off the edge into sleep as he heard her start to take a shower.
And Sofia, who really had been busy when George had called, turned back to the little project in which she was engaged. Her slave, a young, slim woman, lay groveling on the floor in front of her mistress. A pair of cruel looking clips had been attached to her nipples, and cords attached to the clips, and the cords had been run through a pulley on the ceiling, and Sofia held the cords, and pulled them so that the nipples of her slave-girl were painfully distended.
The girl was gasping with pain, and yet at the same time her breath indicated that she was very hot, as did the rich, musky smell that was coming from her hot, wet cunt. Sofia pulled on the cords, and watched with lustful delight as the body of the young woman jerked with pain. Finally Sofia, who wanted to see her slave scream and beg for mercy, pulled the cords just a shade too tight.
"No mistress, please, it is too much. I can't take it, oh God, it hurts so bad! Please let up, please stop!"
At these words Sofia threw back her head and laughed, long and loud. She pulled the cords even tighter, and listened fondly to the screams and cries and whimpers of the beautiful young girl who was totally in her power. Then she secured the ends of the ropes, which she had been holding, to a hook that was conveniently set into the wall, and she walked over to the ass of her slave, and she started to spank these rounded globes with a flat leather paddle.
"If you are not quieter I shall gag you, and I shall not let you play with yourself for me. Is that clear?" And Sofia smiled cruelly down at her slave. The girl bit her lip, and fell silent, though it was apparent, from the tense and pale look of her face, that she was still in bad pain.
There were no sounds in the room now but those that were made by the slapping of Sofia's paddle on the ass of her slave. Sofia watched, her face a mask of sadism and lust, as the firm globes of flesh that quivered under her paddle turned redder and redder. Soon the butt that she was hitting was rosy and sore, and only then, when she knew that her slave had really felt the blows of her wrath, did she stop.
Then she freed her slave, taking the clips off her nipples, and she told her to kneel and kiss the high, black, leather boots that her mistress was wearing. The slave licked busily and the mistress smiled, watching as supple hide turned shiny with spittle. The sound that the tongue of the slut made as she licked her boots sent thrills of lust and sadism up and down Sofia's back. She loved knowing that this girl was in her power, knowing that she would do anything for her mistress, all for the pain and the sexual thrills that she craved.
Sofia smelled the hot sex of the girl, and knew that the slut longed to touch herself, to stroke the hot cunt that ached with desire between her legs. She savored the struggle that showed on the girl's face, and she knew that when she gave her slave permission to masturbate the girl would come very quickly. Yet she wanted to tease the cunt as long as possible, and so she did not do a thing, but just watched in silence as her boots were cleaned.
"I don't know why I am so good to you, but I am going to fuck you in the cunt with the spike-heel of my shoe. Sit on the couch, and spread your legs. You must not touch yourself, but you must come just from the feel of the heel of my shoe in your cunt, and the rough touch of my sole on your clit."
The slave was on the couch in a couple of seconds, and she raised her legs and spread them, and she waited for the heel of the shoe to slide into her wet pussy. Sofia gazed down at the young woman who was going to degrade herself, and licked her lips with anticipation.
She saw that the young cunt's pussy was dripping and hot, and she knew that she would not need to grease the heel of her boot, which was five inches long. She pulled up a chair, and sat down, and raised her right foot, and slid the thin heel of her boot as deep as it would go into the steamy pussy of her slave.
The girl gasped when she felt it go in, and her tits, so large and firm and ripe, seemed about to burst, for her nipples, which had seemed to be as swollen as they possibly could be, grew even larger. She moaned, deep in the back of her throat, and she started to move her hips, to make fucking motions, and she started to hump the heel of the boot that was inside her for all that she was worth.
"Oh yes, oh mistress, that feels so good, and I am going to come. Just a little more. Oh my God!" And then the slave closed her eyes, and she started to roll her head from side to side, and she knew that she was going to be allowed to reach her climax. There had been times when her mistress had stopped just at the point that they were at now, and these times had been awful for her, worse, much worse, than the pain that she bore. For she liked the pain, but the frustration of being so close and yet not being granted the relief that she needed drove her crazy.
Sofia, whose own cunt was hot and dripping, slid the heel of her boot faster and faster in and out of the wet cunt of her slave. She wanted to see the slut come, and she loved the feeling of power that she had from the bizarre act that she was committing. She heard the girl moaning, heard her breathing coming faster and faster, and then she bent the sole of her boot toward the clitoral area of the slave-girl, and she smiled at the reaction that she got.
Almost as soon as her sole touched the clit of her slave the girl arched her hips off the couch, and bit her lips, and gasped, and then her first climax hit her, and she was into all of it, shaking and shuddering as if she were sick. Sofia kept up the pressure with her boot, and she knew that the slut had two or three more comes left in her, and so she kept up the game that she was playing.
The girl, who was not bound in any way, fucked the boot that was inside her hot cunt with wild abandon, as if there were nothing in her life any more but the need for sex, for pleasure, hot pleasure that rushed through her veins, on and on, as if to never stop. She loved the way that she felt, and she knew that she would never leave her mistress, that she was born to serve, to lick boots and assholes, to serve as a seat when her mistress so desired, to receive the kiss of the whip on her buttocks and back and thighs. Finally, despite the continued movements of the black boot in her cunt, the slave had had enough, and slumped against the couch passively, knowing that she now only wanted to sleep.
Sofia smiled at the slut who had served her so well, and she knew just how deliciously tired the girl was. But Sofia, whose own cunt was hot and ready, knew that she needed the relief of the tongue of her slave. So she pulled the girl by her long hair, drawing her wet lips to the pussy that waited.
It was the middle of the night, the early morning, and George had still been unable to sleep. He was pacing his room, and all that he could think about was his mistress, was the woman who had given him so much pleasure when he had served as her slave. He was sober now, and he knew that he should'sleep, but he also knew that the only way that he was going to sleep would be to take a pill, and then he would be to tired when he had to go to work in the morning. So he made his decision, and, even though it was after two in the morning, he dressed, took the car, and started to drive to the city. He throbbed with lust as he drove, and he kept thinking of her, of the way that she smelled when she was excited, of her feet, of her legs, and of the dark mystery that lurked between her thighs.
He drove fast, and simply hoped that there would be no cops along the way. In about forty minutes he saw the skyline of the city, and he knew that he was almost there.
CHAPTER THREE
Cliff sat with his good old friends in the same garage where they had met the night before, and drank beer as always. They could hardly believe the luck that they had had with the mousy cunt the night before, but when they had left her in the early morning she had said that they could not come over the following night, since she had things that she had to do. Though they were a little bit irritated, they also knew that they did not want to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or, as it were, in the belly-mouth, hairy and wet and tight.
The orgy of the night before had gone on and on and on, and they knew that they had, as they liked to put it, "a real live one." So tonight as they drank they were calm, and not one of them bitched about how horny he was. In fact, though they did not like to admit it to each other, they were really drained from the activities of the night before, and all that they really wanted to do tonight was to have a couple of beers, and then catch some sleep.
They were too tired to even talk, and they lolled around in a semi-stupor, and yawned and stretched like sated jungle cats. And they smelled almost as grubby as the lions in the zoo. Finally, at about four in the morning, their little group broke up, and Cliff went home, and snuck in the window as always. But just as he was going into his room, he saw that the car was gone, and when he looked in on the bedroom where his father should have been sleeping, he saw that his old man had gone out.
He did not know what to make of all this, and he knew that he would have to find out what was going on, but at the moment all that he wanted to do was sleep, and soon he was snoring, dead to the world. But he resolved to get up in time to talk to Debby, to tell her that their father was doing something strange. Then he rolled over, and he was snoring in a matter of minutes.
In the city George parked the car as near to the building where Sofia lived as he could, and then he pondered the problem of whether he should just announce himself to the doorman, or if he should call her first. He sat in his car and smoked a cigarette while he thought about the problem.
In the apartment Sofia sat in her chair, and let her slave suck her. The mistress loved to be sucked for hours on end, and her slave was well into her second sixty minutes of service. The blond head of the slave girl bobbed between Sofia's thighs, which were wet with her juices, and with the spit of her slave.
Sofia was coming regularly, and each time that she did she would clamp her thighs hard around the head of her slave, and sometimes the young slut felt as if she were going to choke, but then she would think that it was such a nice way to go. And, usually, just when she thought that she was going to black out from lack of air, her mistress would loosen her thighs to let her slave breathe. After all, a slave who was unconscious could not suck cunt.
Sofia held a thin whip in her hand, and from time to time, in between orgasms, she would lash out at the back of her slave, who took the pain quietly, and simply sucked even more enthusiastically on her mistress' cunt when she felt the whip hit her back.
The juice that was flowing from the cunt that the slave was sucking was hot and creamy, and the slave loved the taste of it, loved the way that it made her mouth all gluey, just like a cunt.From time to time she would raise her head, and she would look at the thick bush of black pubic hair that gleamed with wetness from the juices that dripped from the cunt that was buried in it, and she would feel the wetness in her own bush, and she would shiver with lust. But she knew that she was not allowed to masturbate without the permission of her mistress, and so she would, at these moments, just bury her head back in the cunt that she was sucking.
Sofia wore only the high boots with which she had earlier pleasured her slave, and she rubbed a hand over her firm, ripe tits, loving the way that her own swollen nipples felt under her hands. She loved being in control, loved knowing that she could make this ripe young slut do anything that she wanted. It was the control that she craved, the knowledge that she could make another human being, male or female, her slave, someone who would satisfy all the evil impulses that lurked inside her.
Sofia was opened wide now, and she-wanted something more than the tongue of her slave for her hot cunt.
So she stood up, pushing her slave-girl away, and she went quickly to a cabinet, from which she took a large rubber dildo. She sat down again, and while her slave watched with longing in her eyes, Sofia shoved the huge artificial cock deep into her hot and smoking cunt. She knew that the slut wanted some part of the action, but she also knew that she, Sofia, would get a great deal of pleasure from the desire that the girl showed as she watched but could not touch.
"Do you like to watch me as I work my hot cunt with this rubber dick?"
"Yes mistress, watching you makes me hot and wet, and I want to touch you, but I know that I am not worthy of such and honor."
Sofia smiled at her slave's comment, and then she lay back and really worked her cunt with the huge cock. She was so wet that she did not need any grease, and she got nearly a foot of the long, thick dick up inside her. She threw back her head, and her eyes rolled, and she knew that she was going to have some sort of sex all night, and that she would sleep only when she was so tired that she could barely move.
The sounds that the huge cock made as it slid in and out of her hot cunt were loud in the room, and the air was filled with the musky odors of the two hot cunts of the slave and the mistress. The slave girl, whose tits were swollen and whose long hair was swaying from side to side as she writhed her hips on the floor, started to masturbate, and her mistress was so hot, so completely overwhelmed by the feel of the hard dick that was so deep inside her that she did not notice what her slave was doing.
Down on a corner that was near the building where Sofia lived, George looked at his watch. It was four in the morning, and he did not want to risk calling her at this hour. He decided that he would find a coffee shop that was open, and that he would kill time until around seven, and that he would call her then, when at least it was a sort of reasonable hour. He knew that she had told him not to call her, and that her wrath could be terrible, but he was so far gone in his feelings for her that he did not care.
He walked about fifteen blocks, and he finally found a small diner, where he sat with some papers that he had brought, drinking coffee.
There was no one in the place except a drunk who was sleeping in a corner, and the counterman and the cook, who obviously knew the intoxicated man, and were allowing him to sleep it off. George tried to busy himself with the papers that he had spread out in front of him, and in fact they really were material that he had to get to at the office.
"Big deal, huh?" said the man behind the counter, when George looked up after half an hour of staring at the documents in front of him.
"Yeah," he said. "I've been up straight through, and if I can make it until tomorrow night without sleep, I just might get this thing through."
The counterman nodded, and then George went back to his work, and sipped his coffee. He was thinking of Sofia, of her feet in their high-heeled sandals, and of the way that it felt to be held in her lap and spanked. His cock was hard as he thought about her, and he knew that he would have to make a very strong effort to control himself while he was in the diner. He thought about going to the bathroom and jerking off, but then he thought that that would be too risky, and so he went back to the papers that were in front of him.
He kept looking at his watch, and when it got to be a little after six he ordered some breakfast. The place started to fill with a few people on their way to work, and finally at seven he left, and going to a phone that was near the diner, he called Sofia.
She was still hot, and her slave-girl had left half an hour before, and she lolled around the couch, not masturbating but thinking that she needed some more sex before going to bed. When the phone rang she was surprised, but picked it up.
"Hello, Mistress Sofia, this is George, and I know that I am not supposed to be calling you, but I worship you and I cannot exist unless I see you soon. I will do anything for you, as long as you allow me the pleasure of serving you."
She was silent for a moment, and he shook a little as he thought of what she might say. "Well, I am glad to see that my little worm has learned how to talk to me. It so happens that you may come and serve me, but I warn you that I shall be demanding, and that you will not be able to go to work."
He could hardly believe his luck, and he grabbed the first cab that he saw, and in a few minutes he was at the door of her apartment.
She had taken a shower after he called, and dressed for him. She was fully dressed, in a skirt that came just above her knees, but was slit all the way up to her crotch on both sides, and a blouse of white silk, that was cut so low that it barely covered the nipples of her lush tits. The skirt was black, in contrast to the blouse that she wore with it.
She was heavily made up, and she reeked of expensive perfume. She had left her legs bare, since she liked that, and she knew that her slave did, and her feet were bare too, except for the thin chain that was wrapped around each ankle. She wore no bra or panties.
The feel of the fabric of the blouse against her bare tits made her hot, and she felt her cunt, which she had washed only so recently, starting to ooze again, and soon the room reeked not only of the perfume that she wore but also of her cunt. She picked up a short crop, and sat and waited for him.
She let him in, and smiled at him when she saw that his cock was already bulging in the front of his pants, and that a small wet spot had formed at its very tip.
"So, my little worm, I see that you are excited. Very well, you may take off your clothes, and then I will attire you as I wish."
He was naked soon, and she looked at him hard, and she took a collar of black leather, studded with brass, and she secured it around his neck. To the collar she snapped a leash, and then she took a pair of handcuffs, and secured his hands behind his back.
"Forehead on the floor, slave, and lick my feet. I want you to suck each one of my toes until I say that you can stop. And not a sound, do you hear me, not a sound, despite the punishments that I may, for my pleasure, inflict on you."
He did as he was told, and for maybe a minute she simply watched him as he licked her toes, and she liked the feel of his wet tongue on her feet. She raised the sole of her right foot so that he could lick it, and for the moment she held the crop loosely at her side.
Then, as he continued to lick her feet, she raised the instrument and struck his upturned ass. He quivered from the force of the blow, but, remembering what she had said, he did not cry out.
She started to hit him steadily, with strokes of moderate force, and she smiled to herself as she watched his ass turning pink from the attention that she was giving it. He kept licking her toes, and she was impressed by the amount of pain that he had taken. She stopped hitting his ass, and she pulled him to his feet with the leash that was hooked to the collar that he wore.
He stood before her, and his cock was still hard, despite the beating that she had given him, and a drop of jism gleamed like a pearl at its tip. She knew that he wanted to masturbate, but that his hands were cuffed behind his back, and she loved the feeling of power that this situation gave her.
"Does my dirty boy want to touch his cock, and make his little worm come on his mistress' feet? If he is a good boy, and he does what his mistress wants, then he can do that, and if he licks it all up, then he can suck his mistress for a long, long time."
George did not answer, but his hard cock gave a jump, as if it were answering her words. He waited for her instructions. She was silent, and she looked at him with a cruel glare, and he knew that she was going to make him bear more pain before she allowed him to come.
She took the nipple-clips that she had used on her slave-girl and attached them to his chest. They hurt terribly, but he bit his lips and he managed to keep from crying out, and he waited to see what would happen next. His cock was still hard as a rock, and she was still fully dressed, and the air was filled with the smell of her wet cunt. She did not tie any ropes to the clips, and she stood and looked at him, and she marvelled that he had not yet begged for mercy. She was beginning to think that she had found a slave whom she could live with on a permanent basis. Of course, she would continue to punish the circle of slaves that she had collected, but she began, in a perversely sadistic way, to feel almost fond of George.
She hit him across the belly with her crop, and still he was silent.
She wanted to see him come on her feet, but first she wanted to tease him, so she told him to sit on the couch, and then she took a broom handle and tied his ankles to either end of it.
She went to the record player, and she put on a slow and sexy beat, and she went to her bedroom, and she put on a pair of boots, that came up to just below her knees, and had very high heels.
She started to dance to the music, grinding her hips, and she took off her blouse, and her nipples stood out like little pebbles on her tits. She rubbed them, and, one by one, she took each tit into her mouth, and sucked on it for a while.
He watched her silently, breathing heavily, and she knew that he was in pain, from the clips on his nipples and his handcuffed hands and the binding of his ankles to the broom handle, but his cock was as hard as it ever had been, and he had not complained.
She moved very close to him, and she told him that he must not move, and that she was going to touch him with her tits. He tensed when he felt the smooth, hot skin of her tits touching his face, and she rubbed her nipples all over his cheeks, and he felt them getting even harder while she did that.
Then she backed away, still dressed from the waist up, and she danced a little more. But she was getting so hot that she knew that it was time that she released him. So she took off all the things that she had attached to him, except the collar, and she held out her right foot, and she placed it on the couch right beneath his hard cock. She did not speak, but just nodded at him, and his right hand flew to his cock, and she knew that he was going to come, and come hard, in just a matter of seconds.
She was right, for in about thirty seconds he grunted, and then he shot a flood of semen all over the top of her foot. She smiled as he pumped himself onto her toes, and she let him finish, until he was spent and gasping. She saw with satisfaction that he was so aroused that his cock did not go down, and he started at once to lick his come off her foot.
She liked watching him do that, liked the feel of his tongue on her foot, liked the total subservience that the role that he was playing implied.
Finally he had cleaned her foot to her satisfaction, and then she knew that she needed some relief for the aching pressure that had built up in her loins.
She looked at him hard, and she took off the skirt, so that now she wore only her boots, and she stood up on the couch so that her cunt was level with his face, and she shoved her hips forward, almost smothering him.
"Suck me slave, and you must do it until I tell you to stop."
She moved to make it easier for him to suck her cunt, and then, when his mouth was where she wanted it, she held his head tightly against her, and she only allowed him brief gasps of air while he sucked her.
She was really hot, dripping and open, and the smell of her smoky cunt hit him like a wave of raw sex as he started to eat her out. She moved from time to time, and he got to know when she wanted her clit sucked, when she wanted him to lick the hole itself, and when she wanted his tongue on her asshole.
Her clit was hard and throbbing, and it seemed to George that it was bigger than the first time that he had been with her, but, in any case, it was very hard and throbbed under his tongue. She was coming regularly as he sucked her, and he knew that she could go on like this for hours, and he settled in to provide her with the pleasure that she craved.
He wanted to play with his cock again, but he knew that he had to wait until she said that he could, and so he locked his arms around her ass, and sucked as hard and as skillfully as he could. She began to writhe against his face as her climaxes came and went, and then she began to moan with the lust that was running through her veins like liquid fire.
He was surprised to hear the sounds that she was making, for these were the first real indications that he had had that she liked what he was doing when he served her. Of course, she had always been obviously physically aroused, but up until now she had played the game of pretending that she did not get any pleasure from him.
Sofia was so far gone in the lust that was pulsing through her hot cunt that she did not even realize that she was making the sounds that came from her mouth. Her eyes were half-closed, and it seemed as if she were shaking with a fever.
He did not know what had made him so bold, but he found that he had slipped a finger up her asshole, which he found let it in easily. She stiffened for a moment when he slipped his digit in, and then she simply continued with the pleasure that she was taking from his tongue. It was now after nine in the morning, and he had given up all thoughts of going into work.
Finally she pushed his head away, and she slumped down on a chair on the other side of the room, and she was almost asleep with the exhaustion that she felt. He looked at her, and then she managed to get up, and she took the collar off his neck, and she led him to the bathroom.
It was huge, and she told him that he could take a shower, and that she was going to lock him in the bathroom while she took a nap. He asked her if he could call the office, and she let him do that, without even complaining.
When she had shut the door, after telling him that she would be back after he had taken a shower, to tie his hands and feet loosely enough so that he would not be uncomfortable, but enough to keep him from playing with his cock, he went to the huge stall and turned on the water. She stuck her head in the door.
"You may jerk off in the shower, slave," she said, and closed him in again.
He came like a shot under the hot spray, and as soon as he turned the water off she came back in, still wearing nothing but her boots, and she tied his hands behind his back, and she sat him on the open toilet seat, and led ropes from his ankles to one of the towel racks on the wall.
He heard her shut the door to her bedroom, and he heard her take off her shoes, and then she settled into bed, and soon he heard the soft sounds of her distant breathing. He settled back, and he was so tired that, despite being tied up like that, and being seated, he fell asleep also.
She was out like a light, and it was the late morning, and still she slept, and George did too, and he hoped that they had believed him when he said that he was sick, or rather he dreamed about that as he slept on the John.
CHAPTER FOUR
Back at the house, Debby and Cliff were both in the process of getting up. She was in the shower, and when he heard her come out, Cliff threw on a pair of old jeans and met his sister in the kitchen.
She was dressed to go shopping, and he saw that she meant to run some errands before she went to work at the hospital later that afternoon.
"Guess what?" he said. "I got in at four this morning, and Dad's car was gone, and I am almost sure that he has not been home since then."
Debby looked at him in surprise. They were fairly close, and they had both grown irritated with their father, even long before the divorce. Not that they had loved their mother any more: they just never could stand their parents.
"I wonder what the fuck the old fart is up to. I sure as hell hope he isn't screwing up at work. I'd hate to have to pay rent some place."
"Well, I think that the old shit may actually be seeing a woman."
Debby looked at him, and she smiled, and then she started to laugh, and soon Cliff was laughing too, and they chuckled for a few minutes, while the tears ran down their cheeks. Finally they managed to control themselves, and they looked at each other, and it was all that they could do to keep from bursting out laughing again.
"I'll be totally damned," said Debby. "I don't know if it's good or bad. He might get off our backs if he is seeing someone, but on the other hand he might bring her back here to live, which would fuck things up even more. What do you think?"
"I'm not sure, first of all, if he really does have anyone. Except I snooped around his bedroom a little before I went to sleep, and I found a note with a phone number and the initial "S" on it. That's all. But I've got this friend who works for the phone company, and I bet that I can find out who that number belongs to if I buy him a few drinks."
"Sounds good," said Debby. "How's things otherwise?"
"Well, the guys and I found this chick, kind of homely, but hot as hell, who likes to get gang-banged. She really liked it when we came all over her. She'll do anything, and I'm going over there tonight. How about you-what's up?"
"I'm getting it on with this chick at work, this hot nurse. Oh, I don't mean that I've given up guys, but I found out the other night just how much a chick can turn me on, and I'm going shopping for some lingerie today, just for her, and the guy that she said she'd bring along after work tonight. Need anything along those lines? Perhaps a silken camisole for the hot homely come-freak?"
"Listen babes, the day that I buy a broad a fucking piece of silk underwear is the day that I give up being a man. I don't give a fuck: she wants it, she can buy it herself. Long as she keeps sucking my dick I'm happy."
"Got ya. Look, see what you can find out about Dad, huh?" And then she got up from the table, and she went to the old car that she drove, and she went off to buy some flimsy things in black.
Cliff snooped around the bedroom some more, and he could not find a thing, though he looked everywhere. Then he snooped on the top shelf of the closet, and a pile of books and magazines fell down. Most of them were filled with pictures of beautful, haughty women punishing the odd slave. He could not believe it, but there it was: his father was into being submissive. He laughed to himself, and took a couple of the magazines, and thought of what Debby would say when she saw them.
As he thought about it, the possibilities seemed endless. He could see himself going to the local paper. "Local prominent stock-broker found with cache of perverted materials." That would make a good headline, he thought, and he looked at page after page of female dominance.
He found that he was getting a little aroused, but then he threw the magazines aside, and he took a shower, and headed for the garage to meet his friends, and then to go to the house of the hot cunt who liked come all over her body.
As he walked over he felt his cock starting to throb, and he knew that he would get his rocks off a few times that night. Finally he got to his buddy's house, and after taking a long pull at his can of beer, said "Hey guess what? My old man looks like he is into S and M. I found a shitload of kinky magazines: you know, whips and chains, the whole bit." They burst out laughing, and drank some more.
Back at her apartment Sofia stretched, and looked outside, and she smiled when she saw how late it was. And then she thought of her slave, who was still bound in the bathroom, and she smiled again, but this time the smile was cruelly sexual.
She stood up. and she went to a mirror, and she ran her hands over her ripe breasts, and she felt her nipples stiffen. She licked her lips at her reflection, and she started to get hot just from looking at herself.
Then she went to the other bathroom in the apartment, the one that did not hold a bound male slave, and she took a shower, and she luxuriated in the hot, pulsing spray. She washed her hair, and then she blow-dried it, and then she looked at the time, and she thought of Connie, and she wondered if she should call her.
Connie was a dominant woman, like herself, and she was stunning. She was tall and slim, very tanned and blond, and her tits were on the large side, out of proportion to her frame. She loved the dominant role, and a couple of times in the past she and her friend had punished slaves together. Sofia picked up the phone.
"Hi honey. It's Sofie. How's the old whip-hand? Still cracking? Good. Listen, I've got this slave here, who is getting to be well-trained, and I thought that I might do him the honor of letting you help me in his punishment. Great. See you soon." Sofia hung up, and set about dressing for the role that she was to play.
She looked at her collection of shoes and boots. She favored black, of course, the classic color of dominant footgear, and there were also red and gold and silver shoes, with a few other ones of odd color. She felt like sandals, for she got hot when she put her bare feet into a pair of sandals with bizarrely high heels, and when she felt the tongue of a slave on her toes.
She selected a pair in gold, and she slipped them on. She was now naked except for her shoes, and she could not resist going over to the mirror and looking at her reflection. She raised each foot slightly, and turned the ankle this way and that, and she loved the way that her feet looked, and she felt her cunt starting to get wet. She knew that she did not want to wear stockings, but she also knew that a few carefully selected pieces of clothing would be good. So she mused for a minute, as she tried to decide what to wear.
She wanted the feel of leather against her cunt, and so she put on a pair of black leather panties, which were bordered with silver studs. As she put them on, and as she felt the sensual hide touch her already moist pussy, a shiver of lust ran through her, and she could hardly wait for Connie.
She thought for a moment, and she put on a pair of long, black gloves, and put some rouge on her nipples, and as she rubbed the make-up into her tits, she got hotter than hell, and she knew that she was going to go for a long, long time once Connie arrived. She walked into the living room, and she was getting very itchy, and she was thinking of punishing her slave before her friend arrived, when the buzzer rang and the doorman announced her. His voice sounded thick, and he was breathing heavily, and Sofia smiled, for she knew that Connie usually had that sort of an effect on men.
She breezed into the apartment, and she was stunning. She wore sandals that were very much like Sofia's, except that they were black, and she wore seamed black stockings with them, and a wine-red dress that came to just above her knees.
The dress was low-cut, and her firm, lush breast were almost fully exposed, and they were pushed up so hiigh that you could have stood a candle on them by the up-lift that she wore, the bra that only supported the undersides of her tits.
She wore several bracelets, and she smiled at her fellow mistress, saying, "Darling, I am feeling deliciously cruel and sexual today. Where is the worm? Let us get started!" Sofia smiled, and she led the way to the bathroom, where George was seated on the toilet, and he looked at them when they came in, and his cock sprang in a matter of seconds to full salute.
"Why the piglet is excited!" cried Connie, and she gave George's cock a playful slap. It was just hard enough to hurt, and it excited him greatly.
"I shall untie him, and then you may punish him first," said Sofia. Soon George was released, and he was allowed to stretch for a few minutes, and then Sofia took hold of his hair, and she pulled him painfully by it into the living room.
"Now, slave, kneel on the floor, and serve my dear friend, Mistress Connie. You are to obey her just as you obey me."
George nodded, and tried to speak, but he was all choked up with the desire that he felt, and so he simply gazed at the women whose slave he was.
"What, worm!" said Connie, "you have not thanked me for doing you the honor of punishing you. And for that you shall have to be punished. Come here."
She sat down on a near-by armchair, and she told him to lie in her lap, so that she could spank him. He lay down right away, and the feel of his hard cock rubbing against her warm thighs, which were covered with her black stockings and her red dress, made him feel as if he were in heaven.
She started to spank him, and the feel of her open palm as it hit his ass made him hotter and hotter. She was giving him a hard spanking, but he liked the pain, for it made him, excited, and he did not even have to bite his lips to keep from crying out. She was impressed with the amount of pain that he had taken, and she hit him harder, and felt no change in the hardness of the dick that was pressed against her dress. Then she stopped, and she held him on her lap, and then he felt her parting the cheeks of his ass with her fingers.
"Ah, my dear, do you have some oil?" And she smiled at Sofia, who was watching the two of them, mistress and slave, with a glazed look of lechery and lust.
Sofia just nodded, and she smiled then, briefly, and she went to get some grease, and when she returned she saw that Connie had taken a large dildo out of her purse.
She handed the grease to her friend, and then the slave felt the fingers of his mistress starting to oil his asshole. She slipped one, and then two, and finally three fingers inside the entrance to his rectum, and she worked his ass hard, and again she was amazed that he did not cry out. Then she took her hand out of his rear, and she gave him a couple of slaps on the cheeks of his buttocks, sort of as if she were being playful. And indeed, that expression that she wore was one of cruel, almost mischevious delight.
Then she pushed the head of the large rubber cock against the entrance to his asshole, and she started to work it into him. He moaned a little, but he took it all the way up without a sound, and she was impressed, and she was getting hotter and hotter from the torture, so cruel and yet so sexy, that she was inflicting on her slave.
"Stand up, slave, and reach behind you when you stand and keep the dildo just the way that it is inside your asshole." He stood in front of her, and just doing that, being naked before her with his asshole violated by the huge cock that she had shoved into it, made him feel as if he had reached a new level of sensuous delight.
She looked at him, and then she said, in a low, sexy, yet cruel voice, "kneel in front of me, still holding the dildo in your asshole, and kiss my feet."
He did as he was told, and with one hand on his ass, holding the dildo in place, began to lick her shoes. He loved the mixture of tastes and textures that hit him as he worshipped her feet. There was the smell of the black leather of her shoes, with its faint taste of polish. There was the feel of her stockings against his tongue, and he felt himself getting harder and harder as he served his mistress.
And then there was the odor of her feet, which was faint but present, and which seemed to grow stronger as he licked them. She flexed her toes as he licked her feet, and her breath came faster, and he could smell that she was excited.
"Would my slave like to touch my bare flesh?" Connie smiled at him.
"Yes mistress, I would be honored to." George raised his head while he spoke, and then bent once more in front of her.
She raised first one foot, and then the other, and she took off her shoes, and she rolled down her stockings, which were the kind that stayed on simply from a band of elastic at their tops. Then she put her shoes on again, over her bare feet, and she flexed her toes, which were painted a bright shade of red.
He did not need to be told to start once again to worship them, and he licked the flesh that was exposed between the leather straps with real pleasure.
The smell of her cunt was stronger now, and she moved her hips from side to side on the couch. The dildo was still jammed up his ass, and she loved that, loved knowing that he would degrade himself for her.
She was getting hot, and she wanted to see him come for her, to watch him jerk himself off onto her toes and the straps of her sandals, and then to have him lick up the come.
"Is my slave excited?" she said, and smiled at him.
"Yes mistress, I am very hot." He bent once again to her feet.
"Very well, you may remove the dildo from your asshole, and then you may come on my right foot. You have thirty seconds."
She looked at the watch that she wore, and he slipped the rubber dick out of his ass and his right hand flew to his cock and he started to play with himself, and he came in about half the time that she had given him.
His eyes were open, and he aimed his swollen cock right at her foot, and he rubbed it against the flesh of her toes and the top of her foot as he came. There was a lot of semen, and he came hard, and he felt very good when it was over, despite the pain that he still felt in his asshole and his buttocks.
He bent to her feet, and he began to lick up his come, and he choked and gasped a couple of times and then he had cleaned her feet. His cock showed no signs of going down, and he stayed bent before her feet, and he continued to clean them.
"I see that your slave is well-trained indeed, Sofie, and I think that I am going to let him suck my tits."
Connie stood, and she took off her dress, and suddenly she was naked, and she was wearing only the sandals that excited her slave so much. But before she let George suck her tits, she looked at Sofia, who was still dressed in the costume that she had put on for the occasion, and when the eyes of the two women met, they knew that their slave could wait for a moment.
They tied him up loosely, and they left him in the living room, and then they went to the bedroom, but they left the door open, so that he could hear the sounds of their passion.
"Oh baby, suck my wet cunt, and do it hard!" With those words Connie lay back and she raised her legs, and she spread the lips of her wet, pink cunt, and she pulled back the skin from around her clit, which stood up strong and throbbing with the lust that ran through her loins. Before Sofia could even bend her head to the steaming pussy that she was being offered, Connie had started to touch herself, and she was about to come.
"Hit my ass, baby, hit me while I jerk-off," said Connie to her friend.
Sofia smiled, and though she herself was burning up with desire, and though she longed to obtain some of the relief that her friend was getting for herself, she also loved to spank, and so she started to hit Connie's ass.
For Connie was both dominant and submissive, and she liked to be punished from time to time, but never by a person, male or female, who had once been her slave. But Sofia, dominant as she was, had never fallen into that category.
Sofia hit her friend lightly, and Connie moaned, and her head thrashed about from side to side against the bed, and she knew that she was ready to come. She was working her clit very hard, and it was obvious that she was inflicting some pain upon the sensitive little organ that was the seat of her pleasure, but it was also clear that she liked the pain that she was making herself feel.
"Hit me harder, baby, lay into my ass."
And after Connie said these words her friend was glad to oblige her, and soon the room was filled with the loud smacking sounds of open palm on ass-flesh.
"Yes, that's so good, and I'm getting there, yes I am-oh baby, hit me, that's it, it feels so good, of course it does, oh shit, I'm gonna do it!"
And then, as Sofia continued to hit the ass of her friend, Connie's hips arched up off the bed, and she kept her clit under her busy fingers, and she started to come.
The first wave of pleasure ripped through her like a buzz saw through soft pine, and she grunted and moaned with the effort of coming. On and on went her pleasure, and Sofia kept hitting her friend for as long as she came.
Sofia was impressed with the length of her friend's orgasm, and she herself was hot and ready to go. But when Connie's spasms had died away, the blond hot bitch fell asleep, and started to breathe deeply, and to snore.
Sofia looked down at her friend, and she wondered if she would have to masturbate. Then she thought of George, and she thought that she would use him in some way or other. But, though she was so hot, she realized that she had not eaten since she had gotten up, and so she decided that she would eat, and leave their slave until later.
George, who was still bound in the living room, had been very excited by the punishment that he had been given, and had been even more a roused by the sounds that he had heard coming from the open door of the bedroom.
He longed for his mistress, or her friend, to come back, but then he heard Connie snoring, and he heard Sofia go into the kitchen, and he knew that he would have to wait.
Though he was aroused, his mind began to drift, and he started to think once again about his work. The results of the investigation into the stock that he had helped to issue and that had risen way too fast were due any day now, and he was worried about what might come out. His worry was made all the more painful by the fact that he had not done anything, that he knew of, that was in the slightest way illegal. But he was beginning to suspect, as he conducted his own personal investigation into the situation, that something was very much amiss, and that it would look, at least at first, as if he had been involved in the scheme.
First, from really studying the books of the corporation invovled, he realized that the accounting had been just within the law. They had taken the shortest possible depreciation times on everything that they could, for example, and so they had been able to write off huge, artifically inflated deductions against taxes, and so their earnings had seemed much higher than they actually were.
There were many other things that were just inside the law, and he knew now that they had done everything that they could to make their stock look attractive.
But everything that had to do with the books, though sleazy, was legal, and it was not the shady accounting that bothered him, at least not when considered alone. The problem was that it looked as if several large investors, who had available the kind of cash that is usually associated only with large institutions, such as banks and insurance companies, had been used to buy at carefully selected times, and this to run the price up artificially. If he went back, and looked only at the sale of large blocks, those over one thousand shares, he came across a pattern, that involved five or six investors, and millions of dollars.
The stock had been offered at fifteen, and in three months it was selling at sixty, and he knew that it was fishy now.
The problem was that he had gotten involved in the issue at a time when he had been doing so many other things that he had simply treated the stock as a routine matter. It was only when the price rose so fast that he had started to really think hard about the situation, but by then it had been too late to do anything but watch the trouble growing.
But as he thought about these thiings he looked down at himself, at the ropes that bound him, and at his hard cock, and he thought of his mistress, and when he did that it was as if all of his worries had gone, and all that he thought about was the pleasure that he found in submission.
It was such a contrast to his life, the role that he played. He could take orders, instead of giving them, and all his choices were made for him, and he did not care anymore about his career, at least not when he was in the world of female domination that he spent more and more time inhabiting.
He felt his cock throbbing with lust, and he started to long for his mistress, for just the pain of her whip, for anything that would give him some sensation. But he listened, and he heard her drinking coffee in the kitchen, and he heard Connie snoring, and though he knew that he would be punished sooner or later he did not know when, and that fact made him worry. So then he tried to sleep, but he couldn't do that, and finally he just stared down at his hard cock, and waited.
As Sofia drank her coffee she was aware, very aware, of the desire that pulsed in her groin, but for her there was a pleasure in waiting, and so she was in no hurry to begin the punishment of her slave. She liked feeling the way that she did, wet and hot, without doing anything about it right away. She knew that George would be longing for her, and that made the delay that she was imposing on him all the more pleasurable for her. Though she could hardly think about it, she was beginning to like him, for he served her well, and she was starting to want to have him on a regular, and maybe even a permanent, basis.
He waited in the living room, and his cock was really aching now, aching for her touch, the sting of her whip, the smell of her feet, the taste of her asshole, and the juice that dripped from her wet cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cliff and his friends were in a bar where they sometimes went, and they were not getting their rocks off with the hot cunt who had loved the feel of their come on her flesh. She had not been home, and they somehow knew that their chances of repeating that evening were slim.
"Fuck, that goddamn little twat should get her ass whipped for treating us like that. I think that when we see her at school we had better take her down to the locker room and fuck her until she drops."
"Hell Cliff," said one of his buddies, "forget it. We had our fun, and besides it ain't worth thinking about it. She would have been a real pain in the ass if she wanted us all the time, and shit, there's lots of cunt around."
"I guess so," said Cliff, and he took a long pull at the bottle of beer that he was drinking. Then the group fell silent, and they looked around the bar, to see if there were any women who looked as if they might want to be picked up.
There were hardly any women in the place, and those that were there were with guys, or were so drunk and so awful-looking that even these sleazy cunt-hounds would not consider . them.
Then Cliff snapped his fingers, and he started to talk again about the magazines that he had found in his father's closet. The guys he was with, who, like him were quite drunk, were cracking up as they thought about Cliffs old man bending to kiss the foot of a mistress.
Then they decided to call it a night, since they were all tired, and Cliff got home around one. He was surprised that his father was not home, but after what he had found out it did not shock him the way his old man's initial absence had. He knew that Debby would not be home, and he wondered about what she was doing with the hot bi chick she had met, and who had introduced her to the delights that one woman can give to another. He got hot as he thought about that, and he started to think about his sister.
But, though somewhere deep in his mind he lusted after her, he was too afraid of what he felt for her to let his thoughts dwell on her when he was sexually aroused, so he started thinking about women he knew, and he got hot, but he knew that he was so drunk that it would take him a long time to come, and so he did not bother to jerk off, but instead went to bed, after making himself a note to call his friend with the phone company the next day.
At her apartment, Sofia finished her coffee, and she was so hot, now that she had eaten,, that she could not help slipping a hand down inside the leather of her panties, and running a hand over her wet cunt.
She shivered with lust when she did that, and she knew that she would let her slave suck her cunt, and she knew that she might even fuck him, because she was so hot that she had to have a cock. She wondered if she should wake Connie, and she looked into the bedroom, but when she saw that her friend was still sound asleep she decided to leave her, and she went to her slave.
Her eyes fell to his erect cock, and she could not help taking it in her hands, and giving herself the pleasure of pulling on it hard enough to hurt, and so as to cause him to feel pleasure. He looked at her, and the force of his passion made him strain against his bonds. He wondered what she would do to him.
She untied him. "All right slave, you are going to suck me for a long time, and though I will allow you to breathe, for a short time when you must, other than for air you must not stop until I say that you can. I want your tongue all over my asshole and my cunt, and no matter what I do to you while you suck me you must not stop what you are doing."
Then, picking up a leather paddle, she setttled down on the couch, and she took off her panties, keeping on her shoes, and she raised her legs, drawing her knees up to her chest, and she waited to feel his tongue on her twat.
She shivered when she felt the warm, pink flap of flesh flick out from his mouth and slurp its way across her soaking cunt. At first he buried his head in her hole, and he licked the juices that flowed so freely from her.
Though she held the paddle in her hand, she used her free hand to touch her clit, and when he saw her doing that he knew that she wanted his tongue there, and so he took her hard clitoris into his mouth.
He sucked hard on the clit and on the folds of skin that surrounded it, drawing the soft package of flesh with its hard center into his mouth and rolling it around. She loved it, and her hips worked so hard against the couch on which she sat that he had trouble keeping on target. But he kept his head in position, and she reached her first orgasm.
As she came her cunt contracted hard, and he kept her clit in his mouth, but as she came he shoved two fingers into her cunt, so that when her muscles squeezed they would squeeze against something. He liked to feel the walls of her pussy clamping on his hand.
As he sucked her cunt she came three more times, and when he looked up as he caught a breath, he saw that her tits were swollen more than he had ever seen them, and that a deep flush had spread over her body. She smelled very strong, sort of musky and rich, and he wanted to do something about his hard and aching cock, but she had not said that he could, and he wanted to obey her in every way that he could.
He bent his head to her crotch again, as he realized that he had not been sucking her, and that she might be angry with him for the break that he had taken. But she was so far gone in the lust that was running through her blood and heating up her loins that she had not noticed his failure, brief as it was.
He licked her asshole for a while, and he loved the way that its taste made a gamy contrast to the thick juices that flowed from her snatch. She liked the feel of his tongue on her asshole, for she had always thought that the rimmer, as it were, is wonderfully subservient to the rimmee. She reached down and pushed his head with her hands, so that her asshole was jammed hard against his face, and she worked her hips, and she was high with the control that she was exerting over him.
Then she felt the need for more attention for her hot cunt, and she shifted her hips, so that he would know what she wanted. He started once again to suck her pussy, and she was hot and wetter than ever.
She was wide open, and this time he got three fingers inside her, and he worked them around and around, and she threw back her head and moaned. She made sounds that were primitive, that were beyond words, that were incredibly erotic and made the :ache in his loins grow even stronger.
Once again he started to suck her hard clit, and he felt it throbbing hard underneath his tongue, and she was thrashing about now, working her hips from side to side, and she moaned like the bitch in heat that she was.
He felt her hands on the back of his head, and she was holding him to her, and he felt as if he wanted just to crawl up into the wet cunt that he was licking, and return to her womb. And she was so wide-open now that he thought that he might be able almost to do just that, for he had added a fourth finger to the three that were already working around in her hot cunt. She was lost to the world now, and she did not even think of him as a slave any more, though indeed he was serving her.
All that she cared about was the sensations that ran through her, along her frazzled nerves, and made her feel as if she were losing herself in a world of pleasure. She only noticed him when he stopped for breath, for it was only the absence of the attention that was being paid to her wet cunt that caused her to emerge, ever so slightly, from the paradise of lust in which she was.
Her smell filled the air, filled the nostrils of her slave, and he was drunk with her aroma, and he wanted to smell it forever, and he knew that he would not wash his hands when he left, but that he would sniff his fingers for as long as her scent lingered on them. Finally, after an orgasm that practically wrenched her spine with its force, she pushed his head away, and she stood up, wearing only her sandals.
She stood tall, and her ripe tits were still hard, and he knew that she could go on for a long time more, and he felt as if he were capable of serving her for as long as she wanted him to. She did not say a thing for a while, and he did not know what to do, so he just gazed at her feet, in what he thought was a properly subservient way. She wiggled her toes when she saw him looking at them, and she rubbed her cunt from time to time, and when she did that her breath hissed out from between her clenched teeth.
"Do you want to fuck me, slave? Do you want to put your hard cock into my wet cunt, and fuck me for a long time. First I am going to have you jerk off, and then when you are hard enough you can fuck me, but you must not come inside me until I say that you can, and if you come too soon I shall spank you hard, and then you will have to get it hard again, and fuck me until I tell you to stop."
Then she sat down on the edge of the couch, and she raised her legs as if she wanted him to suck her again, but then she told him that she wanted him to come on the cheeks of her ass.
He moved into position, and she told him to start, and she looked at his hand as it flew along his shaft, and she listened to the sounds that it made, and she could hardly refrain from touching her clit as she watched him.
"Is the hot slave going to come on his mistress' cunt? Is he going to shoot on her creamy, ripe ass? Where is he going to come?"
He was going to say something, but only a low groan came from him as he worked his cock, and he felt almost ready to come, and his hand flew faster and faster, and then he tensed, and he held his breath, and he shot a large wad of hot sticky come all over her right buttock. She moved so that she was pushing her cheek hard against his spurting cock, and he loved the feel of her ass-flesh against the swollen purple head of his cock.
When he had finished he thought that she was going to make him lick the semen off her ass, but instead she just smeared it into her skin, and then she made him lick the hand that she had used to do that. His cock drooped a little, and she wanted to fuck, so she gave him one of her tits to suck, and told him to hump against her belly until he got hard enough to fuck her.
He closed his mouth around her swollen nipple, and he pressed his body against her, and, now that he was touching her like this after all that he had been through at her hands he felt much more excited than if he had held her in this way when they had first met. Her nipples, which had gotten a little bit less stiff, soon returned to their full state of hardness, and she was hot, and she wanted to fuck.
By this time he was hard enough, and he knew from the way that she moved and from the sounds that she was making that she wanted him to fuck her. So he started to raise his body, and was about to let her guide his cock inside her, when she pushed him away, and told him to lie on the floor.
He did so, and she squatted over his cock, and she took it in her hands, and she settled down on it, and she gave a sort of huff of pleasure as she slid it into herself. He was big, but she was wide open, and she sat down on it until her pubic hair touched his, and she sat like that for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of the dick that was inside her.
She leaned forward, and she planted her hands on either side of his shoulders, and she started to hump. As she did so she bent her head to his chest, and she took little nips at his flesh, just hard enough to let him know that she was still his mistress. She rode him slowly, for she wanted to draw the whole thing out as long as she could, and she loved the feel of the hard cock that was buried so deeply inside her.
He reached up a hand and found her clit, which was as swollen as it had ever been, and when he touched it she gasped, and she shook, and another orgasm ripped through her. She leaned back again, so that she was no longer bent over his chest, and she rubbed her nipples with one of his hands, and she played with her hard clit with the other, and she started to come almost continuously, her tall, lush body shaking passionately with the pleasure that ripped through her.
She reached behind her, with the hand that she had been using to play with her tits, and she squeezed his balls, and he liked that, and he started to thrust up into her, having until this moment been passive, letting her fuck him.
He wondered, for a minute, if she would mind him taking so active a role, but she did not say anything, but simply matched the rhythm with which he was thrusting up inside her. She was gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, and her cunt was riper and more odoriferous than ever, and her smells mingled with the smell of the semen that he had spilled on her ass.
As if she were remembering her role as his mistress, she squeezed his balls harder, as if she were trying more to hurt him than to give him pleasure. He tensed as her nails dug into the soft skin of his scrotum, and then she really hurt him, and he could hardly keep from crying out. For, though he had tolerated a great deal of pain at her hands, he had never felt her torture his balls, and the pain that he now was feeling was worse, to him, than anything that he had ever felt before.
She looked down at his face, and despite the pleasure that she was getting from riding up and down on his hard cock, she got even more satisfaction from the silent agony that crossed his face as she tortured his balls.
She slipped a finger into his asshole, and she played even harder with his balls, and she laughed to herself as she felt his cock getting harder, not softer, from the punishment that she was inflicting on him. He was getting close to coming, she knew, and she wanted him to come while she hurt him. For that, for her, would be the ultimate test of her power, for her slave to reach orgasm from the pain that she gave him, the pain that she dealt out with exquisitely measured cruelty.
He arched his hips higher and higher off the floor on which they were fucking, and it was as much from the pain that she was giving to him as from the pleasure that he felt as her hot cunt slid up and down along the thick, hard shaft of his cock. He was grunting now, moaning a little, and she knew both how much he hurt, and also that he was soon going to come hard, shooting another load of cream deep into her hot cunt.
"Is my little slave going to shoot while his mistress tortures his balls? Does he liked it when she does that? He is a real slave, isn't he, and he likes that, he likes to feel the pain that his mistress gives him."
Then she fell silent, and she watched his face, for she liked to watch men's faces when they came. He was gasping for breath, and she felt him starting to fuck at such a rate that she knew he would either come, or fall back exhausted.
He tensed, and he held his breath, and he pushed his cock as hard as he could up into her hot cunt, and she felt him buck and heave, and then the first burst of his jism poured, or rather shot, into her wet cunt. She rode him until he was through, and while he came she continued to play with his balls.
She got up off him, and she told him to shower, and then that they would talk before he left. She stood, naked except for her sandals, and she smiled as he walked, tired and spent, to the bathroom where he had only so recently been her prisoner.
She sat down, and relaxed. She was satisfied, at least for the next few hours, and she knew that she would be too tired for Connie, who was sure to wake up hot and ready to go. But she was not really thinking about Connie. Rather, she was thinking about George.
Of course, there was not a doubt in her mind that if they were to become involved to any real degree that she would continue in her dominant role, but she knew, all too well, that in a certain sense she need a slave as much as a slave needed her. For without the willing flesh to hit, without the ass that turned pink from the blows that she gave it, her life would be poorer.
She was linked to her slaves, and she had found one whom she felt that she would like to keep around for a while. She heard the shower stop, and she waited for him to emerge from the bathroom. He came out naked, drying himself, and he looked at her, and she smiled, and patted the couch next to her.
"Sit down, George," she said to him, in a voice that was very different from the one that she had used when she had talked to him in the past. He wondered what was up, and he did not know how to account for her change in attitude.
"You know that a mistress and her slaves are linked together by a tie that is stronger than the rope that she ties them up with. For I need my slaves as much as they need me. And, when I am not playing the dominant role, which gets boring if I never drop it, I like to be with you. Of course, should we become heavily involved, I would still play a dominant role in essentially all of our sex, but we could be a normal couple as far as the rest of the world is concerned."
He could hardly believe what he was hearing. She seemed to hold out to him a life that he had never even imagined he could have. To be with her, to serve her when she wanted him to, and not to have to sneak to her apartment in the middle of the night, begging to be let in: that would be heaven.
He licked his lips, trying to think of what to say. He did not want to be too eager, too sure of himself, since, after all, she was his mistress, and he did not want to displease her. Finally he started to speak, in a soft voice, his lips trembling slightly.
"I would be honored to enter in to a relationship with you-may I call you Sofia-and anything that you desire within that relationship, anything that it is in my power to do for you, that I will do. I would love to live with you, outwardly completely normal, but inwardly knowing that it was my duty to bend and kiss your feet, to do anything that you wish me to do."
She smiled at him, and for a moment she seemed almost tender, almost girlish, as if he had just asked for her hand in marriage. But then her face hardened a bit, and she seemed more like the mistress that he knew so well.
"Well, we shall certainly give it a try, and I think that I will want to see a great deal of you. Call me tomorrow, and we'll see what we'll do."
He nodded, and, sensing that he was through serving her for the time being, he rose and made his way down to his car, and after removing a ticket from the windshield, he started to drive home.
When he arrived Cliff was sleeping, and he turned in, and made himself a note to call the office, and to tell them that he was down with a virus, and that the doctor had said that he would be out of commission for a few days. He knew that they would take his word for it, and so he did not worry that he would be found out. He was worried, however, that, given the mess with the stock that was under investigation, they might think that he was guilty of something. But he was so obsessed with Sofia that he was willing to run that risk.
He awoke early, and, making sure to cough and wheeze while he talked, he called his secretary, and told her that he was sick. She seemed to believe him, and she said that something had been going around, and she asked if there was anything that she could do. For, though he did not realize it, he was considered quite a catch around the office, now that he was divorced. After finishing the call, he took a long shower, and sat down to read the paper in his robe. He put a thermometer beside him, and knew that he would tell Cliff that he was sick. They would all think that he was sick! He was no fool!
He knew that he could pull it off.
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy was just waking up, and she looked over at Debby's sleeping body, and that of the man, her lover Chuck, who snored between the two women, and she smiled as she thought of the night that had passed, the night that had been so filled with delights.
Debby stirred, and then her eyes opened, and she smiled at the older nurse who had introduced her to the delights of being bi. The two women looked at each other, and they both felt their cunts starting to get wet, and I they knew that it would be a while before they dressed, and went about their business.
"Baby, have you ever punished a slave?" said Nancy, and she smiled, with a look that was full of lust, and her new friend understood that Nancy liked to be submissive. Debby was silent for a few moments, and a host of different thoughts rushed through her mind.
Though she had never fooled around with such things, she had had fantasies of being dominant, and she was almost afraid to think about how turned on she got when she thought about such things.
"No, I never have been dominant, but I think I know what to do, and I think that I would like that."
"Put on those heels of yours, and look in that drawer, where you will find some things."
Debby rose, and slipped her bare feet into the sandals that she had brought with her the night before. She felt sexy in her shoes, and her cunt got hotter and hotter. She opened the drawer that Nancy had indicated, and she saw a collection of whips and paddles and other devices. She picked up a crop, and stood and looked down at the other woman, whose eyes were fixed on her feet.
Her face hardened, and she and her friend both knew that they were about to begin an exciting game. "On your knees, slut, and lick my feet."
Nancy was down on the floor quickly, and her wet tongue slipped out of her mouth, and she began to lick the leather of Debby's sandals, and from time to time she licked the flesh that her mistress' shoes left exposed.
Debby looked down at her slave, and she felt as hot, if not hotter, than she had ever been. She stood quietly for a while, and she savored the feeling of power that she had, and she knew that she was cruel at heart, and that she had at last found the role that was closest to her true sexual nature.
She kicked Nancy's face aside, and the other nurse gasped, and she groveled on the floor. She turned away from Debby, and she buried her face in the rug, and she raised her ass, and she waited.
"Does my little slave want to be punished? I see that she is waiting to feel my crop on her ass. Very well she shall be whipped, but she is not to cry out, and she is to thank her mistress after each stroke."
Debby raised her arm, and the first blow fell on the waiting ass of the slave. Debby felt a thrill run through her as a harsh pink line sprang up on the creamy flesh of the ass that she had just hit, and she loved the low, passionate voice in which her slave thanked her for the stroke of the crop.
She started to hit her slave steadily, and the sounds that she was making with her whip caused Chuck to wake up, and he looked at what was going on, and he felt that his cock would burst from the powerful erection that he had.
Debby looked at him, and she knew that he would have to be her slave too. She smiled cruelly at him, and while she did so the crop continued to rise and fall, making a pattern of thin red lines on the ass and on the back of the older nurse.
"Does Chuckie like to see his girl being punished? But I have not given him permission to watch. He will have to bend, as she is doing, and she will have to let her boy-friend be punished to."
Nancy raised her head when she heard these words, and she panted with lust.
Chuck got down on the floor, and moved so that his raised ass was next to that of Nancy, and soon Debby thought that she had never done anything as erotic as whipping the two asses that were presented to her. Soon both of her slaves were whimpering with pain, and the sounds that they made just inflamed Debby's lusts even more, and she hit them harder and harder.
Finally she stopped, and she ordered them to stand up. She could see that Nancy's nipples were hard, and she could smell that the cunt of the woman she had just punished was wet, and she also saw that the cock of her male slave was hard, and smiled at the drop of juice that gleamed like a pearl at its tip.
"Alright. I want Chuck to lick my shoes."
He started to do so, and Debby motioned Nancy aside, knowing that for the older nurse the absence of punishment was a cruelty in itself. She stood motionless, and she felt swept away with the sadistic lusts that filled her as she watched the tongue of this strong man licking her pretty toes.
She flexed her toes under his tongue, and he moaned in the back of his throat when she did that, and she knew that he was very excited. She moved her other foot so that he could lick it, and soon both of her shoes were shiny with the spittle of her male slave. She wondered what to do next, and then she remembered reading about how a male slave often jerked off onto his mistress' shoe, and that then he was made to lick up the semen that he had shot.
"Does my little worm want to play with his cock, does he want to come all over the shoes that he is licking? Answer me!" And after saying these words, she raised the crop, as if to bring it down on her slave with a hard blow.
"Yes, I want to jerk my cock off onto your shoes, mistress," said Chuck, and he waited for her to tell him to begin.
She nodded, and pointed at her right foot, and his hand flew to his dick, and he began to play with himself, and in a matter of a few seconds he groaned, and he shot all over her shoe. He lay at her feet, spent and gasping.
"Lick it up, you scum," she said in a flat voice, and he started to clean her shoes from the seed that he had spilled on her.
She loved the degradation that she had imposed on him, and the feel of the sticky sperm on her foot, combined with its smell and the sight of his tongue licking it up made her hot. She waited until he had cleaned her shoe, and then she sat down on the bed, and she took off both of her shoes.
She told her slaves to kneel with their asses high in the air, and she went to get some jelly, and she smeared it on the heels of both of her shoes, and she worked them, one by one, into the assholes of her two slaves.
She smiled as she saw the cock of her male slave starting to stiffen when she had worked the heel all the way into his asshole, and she could smell Nancy's hot cunt, and she knew that both of them were totally in her power. And her own cunt was hot, and she knew that they were going to spend a long time sucking her off.
Then she got some tape, and she used it to holds the two pieces of footwear in their places, and she smiled to see the sight of two people kneeling before her with her shoes firmly in their assholes. She raised the crop again, and she whipped her slaves for a little while longer, and she loved the way that their bodies shook from the force of the blows that she rained down on them.
She told them to roll over, and she looked down at the breasts of her female slave, at the nipples that were so swollen, so tender, so full of lust. She reached down and she tweaked them hard, and Nancy winced, and she bit her lips to keep from crying out with the pain that shot through her from the torture that had just been inflicted on her nipples. She grunted again as Debby started to really hurt her tits, and soon her creamy breasts were covered with red marks. She smelled very strong now, and Debby knew that her slave longed for some relief from the aching in her loins.
"Does the slut want to touch herself, to make herself come?"
"Yes mistress, I want to come, I want to make myself feel good, and I am hot from what you are doing to me." Nancy looked up at her mistress, and their were tears of pain in her eyes, and yet also there was an expression of desire on her face that was so strong, so full of longing, that it sent shivers down Debby's spine as she watched.
She looked down at her slaves like that for a long time, and she knew that just looking at them like that, just making them wait to serve her, was in itself a kind of erotic cruelty.
"If you want to masturbate, you will have to take a dildo up your ass, and then you will have to lick it clean, and after that I will put clips on your nipples, and then you can come." Debby looked at Nancy.
Nancy just nodded, again and again, and she started to move a hand to her wet, hot cunt, but when she saw that her mistress was raising the crop again, to stop her slave from touching herself, she stopped.
Nancy was told to sit on the edge of the bed, and to raise her knees so that they were touching her chest, and then she gasped when she saw that Debby had found the biggest dildo that she owned, the one that she could hardly get into her cunt, let alone her ass.
Debby greased it, and then she took out the shoe that was still taped in the asshole of her slave. She worked two fingers in and out of her slave's ass, and she knew that she was open enough to take the rubber cock, but that it would be a tight fit, and that it would hurt.
But that was what she wanted, and she smiled as she put the head of the dildo against the wrinkled, brown entrance to the asshole that she was about to violate.
Nancy shut her eyes when she felt the head of the object touch her asshole, and then she moaned as she felt her mistress pushing it, so that it started to go in. Soon the first inch of the foot-long dildo was inside her ass, and it was so thick that she thought she was going to split apart. She hurt, she hurt very badly, but she knew that if she cried out, and screamed, and made a fuss, things would only get worse for her, and besides, she had not forgotten that she was to be allowed to play with her cunt after she had served her mistress.
Slowly, oh so slowly, Debby worked the cock up the asshole of the slut who was her slave, and soon it was almost all the way in, and then Debby began to move it back and forth, and Nancy was whimpering from the pain. The cock was so huge that she knew she could not take much more, and Debby, knowing from her medical training just how much her slave could take, pulled out the dildo at the right time.
She gave her slave the greasy, smelly shaft, and she let her lick it clean, and she could tell from the eagerness that her slave showed that Nancy was very hot, and that she was at that point where she would do almost anything just to get some relief for her hot and burning cunt.
"Does my slut like the taste of the dildo that has been in her ass? Does she know what a little piece of shit she is, what a little whore? She likes to lick it, doesn't she, and she will do anything for her mistress. Come on, there's a spot that you missed."
Nancy finally finished cleaning off the dildo, and then she grimaced as she saw the clips that were to be attached to her tits being brought out. They had cruel teeth, and their springs were very strong, and she could hardly keep from screaming as she felt first one, and then the other, being attached to her tits. Debby pulled on the clips, stretching the nipples of her slave, and she smiled, cruelly and lustfully, at the pain that showed on the face of her slave.
"Go ahead, slut, and touch your cunt." And as Nancy's hand flew to her crotch Debby continued to torture her nipples, and soon the air was filled with the cries that were a mixture of pain and pleasure that Nancy made.
She rammed a full three fingers into her wet cunt, and she slid them in and out of her so fast that it seemed that she would hurt herself. But the pain that she felt was only from the torture that was being inflicted on her nipples, and in her cunt she felt only pleasure, and she found that she was wetter than she had ever been and hotter too. She moaned, and her hips arched up off the floor, and Debby and Nancy both knew that Nancy was close to coming.
She reached down her other hand, the one that was not sliding in and out of her hot cunt, and she used it to pull back the skin from around her clit, and she touched the tip of her hard little love-nub, and in a matter of seconds the first massive climax hit her.
She shook as if she were in a fever, and she gasped, and she moaned, and her tits, despite the pain that they were feeling, swelled even more. And no soooner had that wave of pleasure died away than the next one hit her.
As Debby continued to pull on the clips that were attached to the nipples of her slave the slut came and came again, until she was going through one almost continuous orgasm, one great release. When it was over Debby took the clips from the tits of her slave, for she knew that right after coming the pain would be too much for her slave.
Debby turned to look at Chuck, whose asshole was still filled with the heel of her shoe, and she smiled as she saw how hot her slave was, and she reached down to where he knelt on the floor, and she gave the end of his hard cock a sharp flick with her fingers. She saw that a drop of juice clung to her fingers, and she shoved them into the mouth of her slave, and she smiled as he licked them clean.
She knew that she needed some relief, since the erotic cruelty that she had been inflicting on her slaves had made her so hot that she thought that she was going to explode. She decided that she would let Chuck suck her off, but that first she would torture him some more.
"Stand up, slave, and if you cry out I will hurt you so badly that you will not be able to move for weeks. I am going to allow you the honor of sucking my cunt, but first you must take the pain that I give you. You may grunt and gasp, and make soft sounds, but any screaming, any begging for mercy, will be severely punished."
He nodded, and he looked down at his erect cock as her hand closed around it. She gave the hard, thick shaft in her hand a couple of jerks, and she smiled at the pleasure that crossed his face when she did that, and then she grabbed his balls and she twisted them hard. He gasped, and she saw to her satisfaction that he had not lost his erection from the pain that she had inflicted on him.
She pushed on the shoe, that was still taped into his asshole, and she was as rough as she could be, and while she moved the shoe she continued to twist his balls, and to pinch his cock, and she laughed to herself when she saw that his cock was still hard as a rock. She knew then that he was a true submissive, one who got pleasure from the pain that she inflicted on him. She felt her cunt getting so hot and wet that she could not wait, and so she stopped hurting her slave, but she left the shoe taped in his ass.
She lay down on the bed, and she raised her legs, and she spread the lips of her pink pussy with her fingers. Her smell was strong, and Chuck wanted to touch that soft cunt, to lick it, to taste its juices, but he knew that until she said that he could he would not dare to touch her.
"Does my little jerk-off boy like my pink cunt, and does he want to suck it, and to make his mistress come? First he has to lick my asshole. Begin."
He bent his head, and his tongue started to probe at the entrance to her rear. She loved the feeling of control that she got from the attention that her slave was paying to her, and she thought, for a moment, that he was indeed a reall ass-kisser.
And he enjoyed the taste of her asshole, the ripe, gamy flavor that hit his tongue and assailed his nostrils as he -rimmed her. He made a stiff point with his tongue, and she moaned with pleasure as she felt him probing her asshole with it, and she knew that in a few minutes he would be granted the pleasure of her cunt. But for now she was content to have her asshole licked, and that went on for a long time, and she could tell from the way that he was gasping that he was jerking-off but she was too far gone with the lusts that she felt to tell him to stop.
She did not want him to come, however, but she knew that he had come so soon before that there was not much chance that he would come again quickly. Finally she could not stand it, and she knew that she needed his mouth and his tongue on her twat.
"Suck my hot cunt, slave, and if you come up for air too often I will put you in bondage and I will not release you for a day."
He moved his head, and he took the whole area around her throbbing clit into his mouth, and he sucked it hard, and she gasped, and her hips began to twitch from side to side. She could tell that he knew just what to do with a cunt in his mouth, and she started to feel nothing but the pressure of her impending orgasm, and for the moment all of her sadistic thoughts seemed to have vanished, and in their place was nothing but pure lust.
He moved his lips from her clit to the hole of her cunt, and he licked her inner lips, and his stiff tongue slid in and out of her wet cunt like a small, hard, hot dick.
She was about to yell at him for not paying enough attention to her clit when she felt his fingers there, and she gave herself up to the pleasure that was about to sweep through her. His fingers touched her clit just the way that she liked it, and soon she was arching her hips, grinding her wet cunt into his face, and then she felt him use that hand that was not busy with her clit to grab her ass, and she moaned, and he knew that she was right on the edge.
She gasped, and she shuddered, and she said "Oh God, that is so fucking good!", and then she started to come. On and on went the waves of her pleasure, and she knew that she had never come so hard or so well. He hung onto her cunt until she was done, and finally she pushed his head away.
She smiled at her two slaves, and all of them knew that the game was now over, but that it would be repeated again. And Chuck, who was hard as a rock, and who had not had a chance to come after the sucking that he had given to his mistress' cunt, wanted to jerk off, but he thought that he would wait until Debby left. She looked at the time, and saw that she would have to get ready for the afternoon shift that she worked.
She kissed her friends good-bye, and she said that she would call them, and after she had left Chuck and Nancy flew into each other's arms, and they fucked for a long time. Debby drove home, and she dashed into the house, said hello to George, nodded when he said that he had a bug, and after changing, she dashed out again, and went to the hospital.
George was thinking about Sofia, and then he started to wonder about his son, and when he went to his room he saw that Cliff had left, apparently by the back door, so that his father had no idea where he was. George sighed, and suddenly the problems that he was facing at work hit him, and all of the lust and the joy that he felt when he thought about himself and Sofia vanished. He fixed a weak drink, and he sipped it, and he wondered what he would do if the whole mess blew up in his face. The problem was that he had no way to prove that the stock, when he had issued it, had been, to the best of his knowledge, free from any suspicion that it was going to be manipulated. He was gloomy, and he slumped down in his chair.
Cliff had gone to a phone-booth, and he had called his friend at the phone office, who had said that he could get a name and an address from a number, and Cliff had arranged to meet his friend at a bar to get the information.
His friend was late, and Cliff was starting to worry that he would not show, and so he sipped his beer, and looked over the tail that was in the bar. There was not much around, but there was a decent looking piece of ass at the other end of the bar from him. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, and he was going to go down to where she sat when his friend walked in.
"Well, it's in the name of Sofia Jones, and it's in a nice part of the city. Here's the address. Look, I've got to run, and please don't let anyone know how you got it, since I could get in real trouble. See you."
Before Cliff could say a thing, his friend was gone, and Cliff was now torn between investigating further, and trying out the chick whom he had spotted at the end of the bar. But when he looked down to where she was he saw that another guy had beaten him to it, and so he gulped his beer, and ordered one more, and started to think about his options.
Of course, he could drop the whole thing. After all, the sex-life of his father really did not concern him, except insofar as it interfered with his own life at home, and he was tempted just to wait, and to see if anything developed. On the other hand, he thought that if he knew what was going on he might be able to use the information against his father, and that he thus might have some control over his old man, whereas up to this point in his life he had had none.
He sipped the beer when it came, and he decided that he would let things slide for the time being, but that he would keep on the alert for anything out of the ordinary. He started to finish the beer that he was on, and then he was just drunk enough to keep on drinking, and suddenly it was very late, and he was loaded.
He lurched home, and was happy to find that his father was asleep, and Giff soon went to bed himself, after remembering to drink a couple of glasses of water so that he would not have as bad a hangover as he might in the morning.
Over the next month George got more and more involved with Sofia, and he managed to see her and keep up with his work, for, after playing sick for a week, during which time he was with her constantly, he found that he had to go back to work or risk being found out.
He was still waiting to find out about the investigation that was being conducted of the stock that he had helped to issue, and the tension really got to him. In fact, he kept thinking that, were it not for Sofia, he would not be able to go on. But under her whip, and at her feet, he found a welcome relief from the pressures of his life, and he became her devoted slave.
She, for her part, grew more and more used to him, and soon knew that she wanted to be with him for a long time. They had started to talk about marriage, and finally they had agreed to do it. They announced an engagement, and Cliff and Debby, when they found out, were upset, but knew that at this point there was not much that they could do about it.
Cliff had indeed gotten around to checking out the address that he had obtained from his friend in the phone company, but he had been unable to learn anything, and when his father's life had gotten back to normal he had known that there was not much that he could do. Besides, as far as the outside world was concerned, the impending marriage was just what George Prior needed.
Sofia, indeed, was a respected fashion consultant, and her marriage to George was socially good for both of the people involved. Finally, after a small ceremony, and a brief honeymoon, to Europe, where they had rented an old castle, in whose dark, stone chambers Sofia wreaked her will on George, they came back to the house where George lived, and Sofia moved in.
At first they were careful not to let the children know what their relationship was like, but then Sofia began to feel more and more attracted to both Cliff and Debby, and she started to talk to George about getting the children involved in the games that the two of them were playing. George did not need much urging, since he wanted to see them punished, and he lusted after his daughter to some extent. Finally, one Sunday afternoon, George and his mistress found Debby at home with them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Debby was lying in her room, and she was trying to read a novel, but her mind kept returning to sadistic sexual fantasies. After that night with Nancy and Chuck she had known that S and M offered a new area of pleasure for her, and she had started to meet people who shared her interests. She was becoming an expert, and she thought of going pro, but for the moment she held on to her job.
Suddenly the door opened, and there was Sofia, and when Debby looked at her step-mother, her mouth dropped open, for the woman who had married her father was dressed as a dominatrix, in the very sort of attire that Debby herself favored. Debby was already hot from the thoughts of domination that she had been having, and seeing Sofia dressed the way that she was just made her even wetter, though she herself did not want to be punished.
Her step-mother sneered at her, and poked her hard in the belly with the rod that she had held under one arm. Debby winced at the pain, and suddenly she knew that she was to be a slave. And she did not like the idea. She was a true dominant, someone who did not go in both directions, and she was afraid of the punishments that might be inflicted on her.
She started to realize that her father was a slave to this bitch, and that in itself she found amusing, but now that it looked as if she were going to be a slave as well she was not very happy. She was slobbing around in jeans and a T-shirt, and she wore nothing else, no underwear or shoes, and the poke that she had gotten in her belly hurt her, and she was afraid of what might come.
She was going to speak, to yell at her new mother, to tell her that she could do what she wanted with George, but that his daughter was off limits, but as soon as she started to move her lips Sofia walked over to her and held her mouth shut, and then she slapped the girl across the face hard, leaving a red mark where her palm had hit flesh. Debby gasped with the pain, and she knew from the force of the grip that held her face that she could not overpower this woman.
"I can tell by the smell in the air that the little slut is hot, and I am going to punish her for it. The little cunt had better learn to mind her mother, and I am sick and tired of all the back-talk that I have to put up with."
Debby trembled at the cruelty that she heard in Sofia's voice, and she knew that here was a woman who could match anything that she had done in punishing a slave. Sofia took the dirty T-shirt that Debby wore, and with a powerful motion of the arm that was not holding Debby's chin, she ripped the garment off the helpless girl.
The mistress smiled as she saw the ripe tits of her slave, and she gave each of the nipples that stood out so far a hard pinch. Debby screamed, loudly, from the pain that was nothing compared to what she had inflicted on Nancy.
"God, that hurts too much. Oh please stop! I'll suck you, or something, but please don't hurt me like that." And then Debby began to sob, and Sofia put her hands on her hips, and looked down at the crying young woman with a mocking expression.
Debby could smell the leather that the mistress was wearing, the black leather of her boots and her corset, and the tan leather of the crop that she held, and she found herself getting a little excited from that, but the pain that she felt was still so bad that she had all but forgotten the hot wetness that she felt in her cunt.
"So my daughter hurts, does she? Oh I am sorry. Perhaps she thinks that what I have done to her is cruel and painful. She should know then that what I have done to her nipples is just a taste, a mere fraction, of the punishment that I will give her if she does not stop sniveling. Take off your pants."
Debby stood, and in a moment she was naked. Sofia pushed her on the bed, and told her to raise her legs, and she parted the pink cunt of her step-daughter, and looked at it coldly, as if she were a doctor.
"So you are hot. Been thinking sexy thoughts? Well, I have not said that you could have such thoughts, and so you will be punished. Kiss the rod." And Sofia held the thin cane that she had brought along with her crop to Debby's lips. Debby knew that she could do nothing but obey, and so she ran her tongue along the cane, and she did that for a while, as Sofia watched to make sure that she kissed all of it. Debby knew how much pain such a weapon could give, and she shook with fear.
"I fear that as an inexperienced slave you will make too much noise, and so I will have to tie you down for your training." Having said this, Sofia produced, from a large leather sack that she had put down near the door when she had come into the room, several lengths of nylon rope.
She pulled Debby's arms back over her head, and she tied each of her wrists to the legs at the head of the bed. She thought for a moment, and she decided that it was not worth tying the legs of her slave. She raised the rod.
It swished through the air, and left a red strip on the soft flesh of Debby's belly. Her whole body arched in the air when she was hit, and she moaned, and it was all that she could do to keep from yelling with all of her might. But she knew, both from what Sofia had said, and from the times that she herself had punished slaves, that it would not be a good idea to make much noise.
Then the next blow came, and this one lashed across her breasts, and stung very badly.
Again Debby shook from the blow, and again she almost yelled at the top of her lungs.
Sofia smiled down at her slave, and she noted with satisfaction the two red lines that she had produced. She like changing the shade of flesh, and much of her excitement while whipping a slave was produced by the marks that she left in flesh. They were her brands, the evidence that she had hurt someone.
The third blow came, and this one lashed across Debby's thigh, and she bit her lips to keep from crying out. Then Sofia tossed the rod aside, and she knelt over the body of her slave, her knees on either side of Debby's tits. She slapped the face of her step-daughter a few times, and she loved the red marks that her hand left.
She reached down and pinched her slave's nipples, and she smiled to herself when she felt how hard they were. Debby was groaning with pain, but her cunt was also wet, though she did not dare to think about what that meant. For if she admitted to herself that she was getting pleasure from the pain that she was receiving, then she would have to face that she was as much a slave as a mistress, and that would be hard for her to take.
Sofia reached behind her and dug her nails into Debby's cunt.
Debby yelled this time, with noises of pure terror. Sofia looked disgusted, and she got up off the bed, and she dug around in her bag, and she found a ball-gag, and she strapped it into Debby's mouth.
Then she resumed the cunt torture that she loved so much. After pinching the pussy of the slut who was her slave for a few minutes, and watchedwith delight as the bitch squirmed with pain, she produced two clips, and attached them to the lips of the slave-cunt that was giving her so much pleasure. To these clips she attached cords, and she stood, and she stretched Debby's cunt-lips painfully.
Debby arched off the bed, and even with the gag that was in her mouth the pain made her sounds quite loud. Sofia felt her own cunt dripping, and she was delighted with the punishment that she was inflicting on her step-daughter.
"Slave! George, where are you?" And George, naked except for the leather, studded collar that he wore around his neck, dashed into the room and knelt to kiss the feet of his mistress. She let him lick the leather of her boots for a while, and then she had him stand up, and she laughed with delight when she saw the way that he looked at his daughter.
His eyes took in the ropes that held her wrists, the red lines from the blows of the rod that she had received, and stopped and bulged out a little when he saw the clips that were hooked onto her cunt. His cock was hard, and he knew that he had now seen one of his most secret desires become reality.
He kept kissing his mistress' boots, and she watched him with a cruel, yet fond smile. He knew that she would let him come, somehow, and, though he hardly dared to .think about it, he was wondering if she would let him-or rather force him-to fuck his daughter.
"Stand up, slave George. I want your daughter to see how a true slave takes the punishment that his mistress gives to him. She screamed from the most trivial pain, and so I was forced to gag her. Lie down on top of her, and let her feel your hard cock rubbing against her soft belly as I hit your ass."
George did as he was told, and as soon as he was lying on top of his daughter, feeling her warm tits against his chest, his cock, which was already very hard, seemed to get even harder.
Sofia raised her rod, and it sang through the air, and hit George's ass with great force. His whole body shook, but he did not so much as cry out, and Debby knew then that her father was not new to this kind of action.
As Sofia hit her husband again and again, and as she grew hot from the way that his ass turned pink and hot, George grew more and more excited from the feel of his cock as it rubbed against the belly of his daughter. And Debby, now that she was not receiving pain, was getting excited from the feel of her father on top of her. His cock was rock-hard, and as it rubbed against her, and as his chest rubbed her tits, she felt her pussy getting gooey and hot.
She almost came, but he wasn't quite touching her clit, and so she found that she was right on the edge, and hung up there. Sofia gave her husband a real beating, and all through it George did not make a sound, and his cock stayed as hard as a rock.
Finally she stopped hitting her slave, and she told him to stand. He stood near his wife, and looked down at his helpless daughter. His cock was throbbing with lust, and a drop of juice gleamed like a small pearl at its tip.
"Well, George, I think that you have earned a reward for the punishment that you have taken, and so I am going to let you have your cock sucked by your daughter. You may remove the gag from her mouth, and then she is yours until you come. I shall watch, and may from time to time hit her, but not so hard as to cause her to bite your dick. You may begin."
With trembling fingers George unbuckled the gag, and he waited for a second as Debby worked her lips and her mouth. Then he knelt over her face, and she opened her lips, and took the purple head of his dick into her mouth.
The pleasure of having a cock in her mouth was one that she had not given up, despite the dominant role that she had been playing before the tables were turned, and she knew very well how to give a good blowjob.
She sucked hard, not, like many women, putting so little pressure on his dick that he could hardly feel it, and she loved the taste of the juices that dripped from his cock. She started to take more of his dick into her throat, and soon it was all the way in.
"Suck your Dad's cock, slut, and suck it well, or the pain that you have felt will be nothing compare to what I will do to you."
Debby intensified her efforts when she heard these words, and soon she was trying to match the motions of her father's cock to those of her mouth, for he was moving his hips, and fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt. The sounds of cock in mouth were very loud in the air, and soon George had his whole dick in, so that his hairy balls were brushing the lips of his daughter. She moaned, and all at once she was so excited that she hardly felt the pain that burned in her flesh from the tortures that she had undergone.
Then Sofia raised her rod, and she hit Debby's thighs, just below her wet, hot cunt. Debby moaned, but she did not break the pace at which she sucked the cock that was in her mouth, and she was so hot that she thought she might be able to come if one, just one cut of the rod touched her hard clit. But Sofia knew as well as her slave how excited the slut was, and she took care not to give her the pleasure of coming. Sofia timed her blows so that the pain was relatively mild, for she did not want to risk damaging her husband's cock.
George grunted, and everyone in the room knew that he was close to coming in his daughter's mouth. He tensed, and he held his breath, and then he shot. The first burst of sticky come went deep into the gullet of the bitch who was sucking him, and she swallowed all of it, in time for the next one, which hit the back of her throat just as hard, though was not of so great a volume as the first.
George kept moving his hips until the last drops of juice had been pumped out of him, and when he rose slowly from the bed, and stepped down, his cock showed no signs of losing its hardness. He was extremely aroused from the incest that he had just committed, and the prospect of more, and of being punished by his mistress, and of seeing his daughter punished too, kept him hot.
Debby's tongue flicked out, and she licked the last few drops of juice from the corners of her mouth. She lay quietly, but her body was aching with desire. She needed some relief for her hot, wet cunt, but she knew that she would have to wait until Sofia gave her permission.
"I can see that the little cunt has had a cock in her mouth before. Well, now she shall have an asshole on her face, and she is to lick it."
With those words Sofia sat down heavily on the face of her slave, and the leather of her boots creaked as she got into position. She took off her corset as she sat there, and now she was naked except for her high, gleaming, black leather boots. She knew that her slave wanted to suck her cunt, but she deliberately kept her hips in such a position that only her asshole was available to the tongue of her slave.
Debby's tongue probed into the smelly asshole of the mistress who was sitting on her face, and then Sofia farted, and Debby was almost choked. But she kept on at the job of rimming that she was doing, and soon Sofia was moaning from the attention that was being paid to her asshole.
She touched her hard clit, and she shivered with the feelings that rushed through her when she did that. But she did not come, for she wanted to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible. She continued to grind her asshole into the mouth of her slave, and she loved the feel of the wet tongue that was rimming her. and doing such a good job of it.
She looked at George, and she saw that he was hard, and that he wanted to do something, to get into the action. She thought for a moment.
"Hand me the dildo that is in my bag," she said, and waited for him.
When he gave it to her she had him kneel over his daughter's belly, so that his asshole was facing her. He had brought her a jar of grease without being asked, since he had thought that it would be needed. He felt her fingers smearing the grease onto his asshole, and then she was working his asshole with her fingers, and he was hot, and he waited for her to put the dong inside him.
She pushed it in hard, wanting to hurt him, and despite his high tolerance for pain he gasped as he felt it go in. It was not that it was so big, but rather that she had pushed it in with such force, not allowing the walls of his rectum slowly to get used to it. She pushed until it was all the way up inside him, and all the time that she was working the dildo up into the asshole of her husband she was grinding her asshole into the mouth of the girl on whose face she was sitting.
She reached under and grabbed her husband's balls, and she twisted them hard, and then she grabbed his cock, and started to jerk it roughly. She dug her nails into the shaft, and he gasped with the combination of pain and of pleasure that he felt.
He was very aroused, but since he had just come, in the mouth of the slave who was his child, his wife, or rather his mistress, knew that he would take a long time to come again, and that there was little danger that he would shoot from he attention that was being paid to his cock.
She was enjoying the feeling of power that she had, and she knew, as she had known for a long time, that the role that she was playing, that of a dominant bitch, was just what she loved. Though she could get pleasure from gender sex with both men and women, nothing heated her up more than blistering the ass of a slave.
Debby was having trouble breathing, and her ste-mother, who had turned out to be as cruel a mistress as Debby herself, showed no signs of shifting her position. Her ass was slimy and wet with the spittle of her slave, and she was enjoying herself.
Debby was burning with desire. The sucking that she had given to her father's cock, and now the attention that she was giving to the asshole of her mistress, not to mention the excitement that she had felt when Sofia had burst into her room in the first place-all of these factors combined to make her hotter than hell. She longed for just half a minute to touch her clit, and she knew that if she were allowed that small pleasure she could come, and come hard. But she also knew that there was little chance that she would be allowed to come, at least not yet, and so she simply tried to do as good a job as she could on the asshole that she was rimming.
George was moaning with pain and pleasure. Sofia was still pinching his cock and his balls, and from time to time she would move the dildo that was filling his asshole in and out. He was getting closer to coming now, and she knew that, having allowed him the pleasure of having his daughter suck on his cock, she would not let him do anything else but jerk off onto her boot when he was allowed to come again.
But before she allowed him to come she knew that she needed a tongue on her cunt, and she decided that Debby was not worthy of that pleasure, and so George was elected.
She pulled the dildo out of his ass as suddenly as she had put it in, and she ordered him to turn around, and to lick her cunt. And all the while he licked her pussy, which was dripping with thick, creamy goo, Debby was rimming Sofia's ass.
She felt him slip a finger into her cunt, and then two, and then he was taking the whole area around her clit into his mouth, and he was sucking her just the way that she had trained him to suck her.
He worked his fingers in and out of her cunt harder and harder, since he knew that she liked it fast and hard, and he almost bit her clit while he sucked on it.
"Yes, worm husband, you're in your true role that of slave, and you are pleasing your mistress with your tongue. Suck me harder, and make me come, and no matter how I move, your mouth must not leave my cunt, or it will go hard with you." He sucked her even more intensely then, and felt her clit get even harder, and thought, for a moment, that it was as hard as a dried pea before the force of her climax meant that it was all he could do to keep his mouth where she wanted it.
Debby could hardly breathe, but then the violent motions with which her mistress moved her hips gave her a chance for some air, and she went back to the rimming that she was performing with renewed vigor.
Sofia lost all contact with the world around her for a few seconds, as the first wave of her climax ripped through her, and she shook so hard that the bed almost collapsed with the weight of the three bodies that were onp The dildo was still jammed up George's ass, and he was so busy sucking with his mistress' cunt that he did not notice it any more, except for a feeling of fullness in his ass.
She came continuously for a long timei, and soon the smell of her pussy overpowered, that of Debby. George loved the thick juices'that were smeared all over his face, and when she finally got up, Sofia saw that his mouth was red and raw from the friction of her pubic hair against it.
She took a look at Debby, whose arms were still tied, and she saw to her immense satisfaction that the cunt of her step-daughter was wet and open. She stood over her female slave, and she brushed the back of her hand over the wet slave-cunt.
Debby shivered with pleasure when she: felt that, and she longed to come, but she did not dare to ask for that relief. Her arms were aching, and she desperately wanted to be released, both so that she could play with her cunt and to ease the pain.
Sofia looked at the face of her slave, and savored the silent agony, the need for release, that it showed. She slapped Debby's tits hard, and as Debby winced, she reached down and started to play with her cunt.
She had decided that she would let her slave come, and she had a reason for this, one that went beyond simply the pleasure of knowing that Debby's relief was completely in her power. She knew that if Debby learned to expect pleasure after the pain, if she knew that if she were a good enough slave she would be allowed to come, that then she could make her take more and more pain in the interests of pleasure.
After a few seconds Debby arched her hips high off the bed, and she shook with a very intense orgasm. Though she could have come for a long time, if Sofia had allowed her to, she was granted only a minute or so of release, and then Sofia stopped, leaving her slave tied to the bed.
She looked at her husband, at his massive cock, and though she toyed with the idea of having him jerk off for her, she decided that she would make him wait. So she tied his hands behind his back, clipped a leash to the collar that was around his neck, and led him out of the room, taking her equipment with her.
Debby lay on the bed, her arms aching and her cunt burning, and she wondered how long she would be forced to lie there. It was late Sunday afternoon, a time when she normally relaxed, and she was helpless, and scared. And yet, despite the real terror of her situation, she was very aroused. She knew that the feeling of excitement that made her nipples hard and her cunt wet would stay with her, and that only a long bout of sex, whether alone or with someone else, would finally ease the tension that filled her body. She looked at the ceiling, and tried to think of something that would take her mind off her predicament. But all she could do was try to count the cracks, and there were not very many, and so she simply arched her hips into the air from time to time, and waited for something to change.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She had heard her father and his new wife go into their bedroom, and she had heard them close the door, and she knew that they were not through with their games. She tried to sleep, and she fell into a state between sleeping and waking, and all that she thought about was how she could come. Vague sexual fantasies ran throgh her, and the air was filled with the smell of her cunt.
Then she heard her brother come in, and she knew that this was her chance. She spoke when he walked past her door, which was closed, but not locked, since Sofia had thought that with her arms tied there was no need to fear that Debby would get loosed. "Cliff, Cliff! IN HERE!"
He opened the door, and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his sister naked and horny, her hands tied to the legs of the bed.
"Untie me, please untie me," she said, and, though his cock was rapidly swelling, he did just that.
"What the hell is going on here?" he said, and he could hardly control the mixture of rage and lust for his sister that he felt.
"You won't believe it, but that bitch that Dad married is a dominant mistress, and she enslaves him, and apparently they have decided that you and I are to be slaves like Dad. The bitch tied me up, and I am not going to go into what the two of them did. But we have got to do something. I think that we should punish her. They're in the bedroom now, and she's probably whipping him, or shoving something up his ass, or having him come on her boots. What do you want to do?"
Cliff was shocked for a moment, and then he grinned, and he started to laugh. He laughed for a long time, and the tears were streaming down his face, and he fought to control himself so that he could speak.
His sister was furious at his reaction, for she could not believe that he was not angry at what had been done to her. He was, to some extent, but just the thought of his father doing what she had described cracked him up.
Finally he found his voice. "So the old fart likes to get a rubber dick up the ass from some broad in high boots, huh? Damn me, I would never have thought that he would do anything that kinky, but then he always was sort of a wimp. I don't know. I mean, I can take both of them in two seconds, so I'm not worried about myself, and there's not much of a point in beating them up, since I would just get in trouble. I guess that you'll just have to move out. You're working, so do it."
She glared at him as he spoke, and she slapped his face, and he grabbed her hand and looked at her angrily. "Look babes, like I said I can take both of them, and that goes for you to, and it is just too much damn trouble to avenge you, so cut out all the crap. Grab a few things, and pack a bag, and I'll drive you to some friend's house, and you can stay there until you find another place."
She saw that he would not do anything but what he had said for her, and so she nodded and started to dress, and when she was dressed she started to pack. He stayed in the room, and told her to hurry.
But what he did not know was that he had been speaking so loudly that his voice had carried, and that after his loud laughter Sofia had left George in the bedroom, locking the door, and had stood outside the door to Debby's room. She had heard everything, and a smile, a smile of lust and sadism, crossed her features.
She knew, of course, that in terms of purely physical strength, she was no match for Cliff. But she stood, naked except for her boots, and she held a long bull-whip, made of supple leather, that had been kept well-oiled and had seen long use. And she knew how to use it, and she knew that a couple of hard cuts would send Cliff sobbing to his knees.
She shoved the door open, and the two children of her new husband froze, and Cliff was cursing the fact that he had not locked the door when he had seen the ropes that had held Debby to the bed, when the whip snaked out, seemingly lazily, and lashed him across the tight T-sirt that covered his chest.
He gasped, for even in the fights that he had gotten into he had never felt such pain. It was all that he could do to stand up, and he started to move toward her, and began to raise his hands, but it did him no good.
She just smiled at him, and before he could take the two or three steps that would bring him within reach of her, she used the whips on his arms, which were almost raised to throw a punch. The whip cracked hard, and angry red welts sprang up on his forearms, and he staggered backward, and fell down on the bed.
Then she took a step forward, and she whipped his chest a couple of more times, and his T-shirt was almost in rags from the whip, and his chest was burning like nothing that he had ever felt.
He buried his face in his hands, and he started to cry, and she saw that his spirit was broken. She move quickly behind him, and she ripped what was left of the shirt off his back, and she pushed him on his belly onto the floor.
He started to try to get up, and then she flicked the whip across his bare back, and he writhed with pain and slumped back to the ground. She planted the heel of one of her boots on the small of his back, and pressed until she knew that he really felt it, and then, with one smooth motion, she ripped his pants off, so that now he was completely naked. She used the whip a couple of times on his ass, and she smiled at the marks that she left there, and when there was no sound in the room but that of his tortured sobbing, she kicked him once, and let him lie.
She looked at Debby, who was dressed, and she gave her just one cut of the whip, and that was enough to send Debby reeling backwards onto the bed. Debby started to cry , and Sofia smiled. Now they were both hers, and she could do with them as she pleased. She thought for a moment, and then she called George, and told him to bring a lot of rope. Then she remembered that she had locked him into the bedroom, and so she took the risk of locking Cliff and Debby in, and she dashed to get the rope, and she was back in a few seconds.
She saw that they had not moved, and first she took the pair of handcuffs that she had taken from the bedroom, along with the rope, and she roughly secured Cliff's wrists behind his back. Then she dragged him up so that he was sitting on a hard wooden straight chair that sat at Debby's desk, and she tied him to it, so that he could hardly breathe, let alone move. She smiled at him, and then turned to Debby.
She stripped her, and Debby made no attempt to resist the strong hands that were removing her clothing, and then she tied Debby to the bed, spread-eagled, and she looked down at her two slaves.
She looked at Cliff, who had stopped crying, and she walked to him, and she took his face in her i hands, and she spat in it. Then she rubbed the spittle into his cheeks, and gave him a slap on them, and she laughed again.
She walked to Debby, pinched her nipples, and grinned. Debby moaned, and then she sobbed quietly, and Sofia knew that she had them, and that they could not escape.
"You: shall be bound here for a couple of hours, and then I will see what services you can perform for me, and perhaps for a friend of mine. I have left you both ungagged, out of the goodness of my heart, but I shall leave the door open so that I shall not fail to hear any screams or attempts to make so much noise that the attention of the neighbors might be attracted "
She turned and walked out of the room, and then, jus't as she had passed the doorframe, she turned, .saying, "I do not want to hear a sound. No talking."
Then she went to the bedroom, and she looked at George, and though his cock was hard, for she still had not allowed him to come again, she was too pissed-off at what had happened to care about him for the moment. So she bound him to a chair, though not very tightly, and she went to the phone.
She thought about the dominant women whom she knew, and she thought about Connie, who had helped her punish George before, but then she thought about Vivian, and she smiled.
Vivian was young, in her early twenties, and she was tall, and stood an even six feet in her stockings. She was not fat, but very big, with a huge ass and tits that had to be seen to be believed. And she loved to dominate, and she was a good friend of Sofia's. And, best of all, Sofia knew that Vivian was at the house of one of her slaves, and that she was almost within 15 minutes of the Prior residence.
"Hi, Viv? Hi, it's me, Sofie. Are you busy there? Oh, your slave is too tired for any more? Listen, want to come over? Great. See you soon."
In less than a quarter of an hour the bell rang, and in walked Vivian, and she was the very picture of the sadistic, ball-busting bitch.
She wore pumps with three inch heels. She towered in the room that she was in, and she was dressed in a normal dress, but she carried a large bag, and Sofia knew that there was other clothing in it.
"Hi, honey? What's up?" And Vivian smiled at her fellow mistress, for she knew that Sofia would not have called her if there had not been something good to do.
Sofia did not say a thing, but led the way to the room in which her two step-children were bound. Vivian smiled, and she walked to Cliff, whose cock was exposed, a place being left in the ropes that bound him just for that, and she gave it a hard pull. He was halferect, and had been getting harder and harder as the pain from the whipping that he had gotten lessened. He winced at the force with which she pulled on his cock, but he was excited by it, and she felt him starting to swell in her hand.
"Well, my dear mistress Sofia, it looks as if this slave has the impudence to get erect. I shall help you with his punishment, and I shall not spare the bitch on the bed either. And I assume that your principal slave, that is your husband, is available as well?"
Sofia disappeared for a moment, and returned with George, leading him by the leash that was attached to the collar around his neck His cock was hard, and he moaned with lust when he saw Vvian.
"This is mistress Vivian, whom you, my husband, have had the honor of serving once before. Kneel, so that she may sit on your back as she changes her clothes."
George did as she was told, and, while he watched, on all fours on the rug, Vivian took off her dress. Her huge, lush tits were supported from beneath by an uplift bra of black leather, into which were set silver studs, and her nipples were huge, and erect.
She wore no panties, but just a garter belt, black stockings, and the pumps that made her so tall. She sat down hard on George's back, and he felt the warmth of her wet cunt, and the feel of her flesh against him drove him wild with lust.
She slipped off the shoes that she had been wearing, and when the smell of her feet hit George he thought for a moment that he was going to come. She rummaged in her pack, and took out a pair of sandals with thin straps, and heels that were nearly four inches high. Then she took off her stockings and her garter belt, and she slipped the new shoes onto her naked feet. And all the time that she was changing she used George as a seat.
She sat on him still, and she found a belt of studded leather, and she cinched it around her waist, and then she found a pair of long black gloves, and she slipped those on, and then, at last, she stood up.
Sofia, who was wearing only her high, black boots, smiled at her friend, and both mistresses were hot as they thought of the punishments that they would inflict on their slaves.
"I shall begin with the young man on the chair," said Vivian, and moved to where Cliff was in bondage.
She untied him, and she sat down in the chair, and picking him up as easily as if he had been made of feathers, she threw him across her knee. At once she raised the open palm of her right hand, and she brought it down hard on his ass. He winced from the pain that he felt, and yet, at the same time that her felt pain, he was excited by the feel of his cock as he rubbed against his new mistress' thighs.
She was a true artist, and just when she knew that he was having trouble with the pain she would stop spanking him, an; when she stopped she would rub his ass, which was pink and warm to the touch. She felt his cock getting harder and harder, and soon she knew that he was fully erect, and she liked the feel of his cock against her thighs, and loved knowing that he was excited, and that he was completely in her power.
"Ah, my dear Sofia, the little boy has a hard-on. What shall we do with him? Honestly, I am punishing him, and I did not tell him that he could get an erection, and I do not know what I shall do with such a naughty boy."
Sofia, who had told George to kneel at her feet while she watched Vivian working on Cliff, kicked her husband aside, telling him to stay down, and walked to where Vivian held her step-son on her lap.
She parted the cheeks of his reddened ass, and she looked at his asshole. "I see that the little scum has a virgin ass. I think that his asshole needs to be stretched, so that I may use it for my pleasure in the future. May I use the shoes that you have temporarily discarded?"
"Of course you may. I have always thought that a slave with a shoe up his ass is a sight to please the most jaded palate."
Taking one of the pumps that Vivian had exchanged for the sandals that she now wore, Sofia greased its heel, and bent over Cliff, who lay quietly across the lap of the tall bitch who knew so well how to spank an ass.
She parted the cheeks, and she slipped a greasy finger inside his asshole, and she could hardly get it in, and so she worked it back and forth a couple of times, until it slid in and out of his asshole more easily.
Then she added a second finger, and he gasped with the pain that he felt, and she laughed as she saw him start to struggle. Vivian was quick to hold him down, and he simply moaned as Sofia worked her two fingers in and out of his greasy asshole.
Soon the ring was stretched, and she pulled her fingers out, and slipped in the heel of the shoe. She worked it in and out, and she loved the way that the ass of her step-son looked with a high-heeled shoe jammed up inside it. He was gasping, but Vivian could tell from the feel of his hard cock against her thighs that he was just as excited as when he had been a virgin in his ass.
"I think that it is time to see if he knows how to worship a foot," said Vivian," but first I think that you should tape the shoe in place." Sofia nodded, and once the tape held the piece of footgear firmly in place, Cliff was ordered to kneel in front of the bare but sandal-clad feet of Vivian.
George still knelt in a corner. He was unbound, and he longed to masturbate, but he knew that he would not dare, and so he watched the torture that was being inflicted on his son out of the corner of his eye.
Then Vivian saw that George was watching. "Send the little worm over there away, and lock him up. He is annoying in the way that he snivels so."
Sofia nodded, and led George to the master bedroom, and simply locked the door, knowing that doing anything against her wishes was the thought that was farthest from his mind.
She returned to the bedroom, and saw that Debby, who was still tied to her bed, was aroused, now that the pain that she had felt had died away somewhat, and her nipples were hard, and her cunt wet. She walked to her step-daughter and she pinched her nipples hard, and smiled when she saw that her action gave Debby much more pleasure than pain.
Vivian had waited for her friend and fellow mistress to return, and she smiled at Sofia, and then turned her attention to Cliff. He knelt on the rug in front of her, unbound, but with the shoe that had been used to violate his ass taped firmly in its place. The smell of the feet encased in their sandals in front of him was strong, and Vivian's painted toes flexed as he looked at them.
"Lick my feet, you scum, and when I raise them, you must suck the heels of my shoes. And you must not look up."
Cliff started to do as she had told him to, but he hardly touched either her flesh or the leather of her shoes with his tongue.
Sofia moved to the side of her friend, and she looked down at Cliff, with a mocking expression on her face.
"She said to lick her feet, you scum, and I want to see your spit all over them. If you do not start doing a better job of it at once I shall bring out the bull-whip again."
As soon as she said that he started to lick with vigor at the shoes in front of him, for he feared the pain that that whip could give him more than he had ever feared anything in his life. Soon her feet and shoes were shiny with his spittle, and she flexed her toes as he licked them, and the smell of her cunt was very strong.
Vivian was so hot that she knew that she needed some quick relief, and she wanted to give it to herself.
"Sofia, be a doll and bring me the crop from my bag, the one with that thick leather handle." Sofia found it, and she knew that her friend was going to rub her cunt with the handle of the crop while she watched her slave masturbate onto the feet that he had been licking.
"All right slave, kneel and take your cock in your hand. You are to play with it, but you are not to come until I say that you can. And, when I tell you that you may shoot, you will have thirty seconds, and you must come onto my foot, and then you must lick my foot clean of the scum that you have spilled. If you fail to obey these instructions exactly as I have given them to you, you will feel my wrath."
She extended her left foot, and he started to jerk his cock, and he did it slowly, holding back, since he knew that she would really hurt him if he came before he was allowed to.
Her eyes were glued to the slave who was playing with his big dick, its purple, swollen head almost touching her foot, and then she took the handle of the crop that she had been handed by Sofia, and she started to rub it against her clit.
She knew that she would take a few minutes, and she worked the soft leather of the crop against her clit, rubbing it slowly, drawing her pleasure out.
She watched Cliff as he played with his hard cock, and she loved knowing that this young stud was her slave, would do anything that she told him to. He was panting as he beat his meat, and she could tell that he was fighting to hold back. She rubbed herself harder with the handle of the crop, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to exploding, to losing herself in a world of pleasure.
She slipped two fingers into her cunt while she worked her clit with the handle, and she moaned, though she tried to show no pleasure in front of her slaves. She liked the way that her fingers felt as they slipped in and out of her hot cunt, and she liked the feel of her juices, and from time to time she would take her fingers out of her cunt, and then she would lick them, smacking her lips.
Sofia was very turned on by the scene that she was watching, and finally, though she fought to control her lusts, she started to play with her clit. Vivian looked over at her friend, and smiled as she saw her fellow mistress masturbating.
Then Vivian moaned again, and she shoved her fingers faster and faster in and out of her cunt, and she worked the handle of the crop hard against her clit, and then she was ready.
"All right, slave," she said in a voice that was strained with lust, "you may come." She was so far gone herself with the lust that rushed through her that she did not note the time, and she had completely forgotten that she had told Cliff that he had only thirty seconds in which to climax.
But she need not have told him that, for within ten seconds after she had told him that he could come, his hand flew faster and faster and he shot all over her foot. And, as he was coming, Vivian came too, and arched her hips off the chair on which she sat, and her tall, ripe body shook with the force of her passion, and she smelled ripe and sexy.
Her climax went on for a while, and as she started to come out of it Sofia felt herself being swept away. She could hardly stand as she worked her wet cunt, and her high black boots creaked as she swayed from time to time with the force of the orgasms that rushed through her.
Vivian, whose pleasure had died away after her slave had finished coming, watched with a smile as Sofia came so hard. Finally both of the mistresses were finished, at least for the moment, and then they made sure that Qiff licked up the semen that he had spilled on the foot that he had been worshipping.
After he was done, Vivian and Sofia led him to his own room, and they tied him to the bed, firmly enough so that there was little risk of escape, but not so tight that there would be any problem with leaving him there all night. They locked the door, and took a brief break, but all that they thought about was punishing George and Debby.
CHAPTER NINE
They drank some coffee, and smoked for a few minutes, and then as they looked at each other, and thought about what they had just done, and about the sadistic lusts that they were soon to satisfy, they rose to attend to their slaves.
They went to Debby's room, and when they entered it the smell of her wet cunt hit them like a blow. She was still, of course, bound to the bed, but the scenes that she had witnessed only so recently had driven her wild with desire, and now she was swept away with the lust that ran through her veins.
"Oh please, I will serve you, I will do anything, if you will only allow me to play with my cunt when you are done." And she looked at the two hot bitches who had walked back to her room with a mixture of lust and fear.
"So the little slut wants to touch her cunt, does she?" said Sofia, smiling cruelly down at the girl who was bound to the bed. Then she turned to Vivian, who looked at Debby, and then back-handed her across the tits. She loved the way that they felt, with their stiff nipples, when she hit them, and she saw with satisfaction that Debby did not cry out, or even wince or whimper, when the blow hit her. She was so aroused that she felt nothing but pleasure from the attention that had been paid to her tits.
"Untie her baby," said Vivian to Sofia, who was quick to comply.
"On your knees, cunt," Sofia said, and watched with satisfaction as her slave grovelled on the floor in front of her. Both women were naked except for their shoes, and Debby, who now , from her position on the floor saw nothing but the feet of the two dominas, could smell the semen that her brother had spilled on Vivian's sandals.
"Suck my heels," said Vivian, and she raised her right shoe, and smiled as Debby's hot mouth encircled its heel. Debby sucked the piece of leather, and she was thinking of her father's cock in her mouth, of how it had felt when he had come and she had swallowed it.
She moaned with pleasure as she sucked on the shoes, and she felt her cunt, which she had thought could not get any hotter, burning as if it were on fire. She knew that she would come like a rocket in a couple of seconds as soon as something touched her clit, but she did not dare touch it herself, even though she was unbound at the moment.
Vivian put her shoe down, and kicked Debby away. She turned as if to speak to Sofia, but both mistresses were so far gone with lust that words had failed them.
Sofia took the dildo that they had used before and greased it quickly.
"On your hands and knees on the bed, bitch," said Sofia, and she was surprised that she had been able to speak. As soon as the slave was in position Vivian and Sofia took turns greasing up her asshole, and then they each put a hand on the rubber dick, and they shoved it up her asshole.
Debby gasped, but she did not feel much pain. Rather, as the dildo rubbed against the membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole, she felt herself getting closer and closer to the orgasm that she had been longing for for so long.
But she knew her sexual responses well enough to know that unless she touched her clit she could not come, and she felt horribly frustrated. Then, as Vivian alone fucked the slave in the ass with the dildo, Sofia began to spank the ripe buttocks that were split by the hard shaft of the rubber dong.
Soon Debby's ass was nice and red, and she did not cry out, and the two women who were training her knew that she was becoming a good slave.
"She's getting nice and pink, hon. Hit her harder, and make that ass shake." Vivian, who had said these words, somehow finding her voice, smiled as Sofia's blows increased in force, making the flesh of the slave-ass that she was hitting dance and quiver. And still Debby, who had screamed only so recently from pain that was less than that that she was getting now, took all of her punishment in silence.
Then Vivian pulled the dildo out of the ass of her slave, and she found a pair of clothespins, and she clipped them to Debby's hard nipples. Debby winced at that, but she did not scream, and then she was told to roll over.
She lay motionless on her back, with the clothespins firmly on her breasts, and then Vivian sat down on her face, grinding her cunt into Debby's mouth. Debby did not need to ask what she was to do. She started to suck the wet cunt that was pressing against her.
It smelled wonderful to her, smoky and hot and wet, and she lapped up the thick juices that flowed from it as if they were cream, and she a hungry cat. Since her arms were free, she managed to use her fingers as well as her lips and mouth and tongue on the twat that was sitting on her face, and she knew that Vivian liked it.
Debby took the clit of the mistress who was on her face into her mouth, and it was the biggest clit that she had ever sucked, being around an inch and a half long. It was hard and throbbing, and Vivian started to shake, and the first of a long series of orgasms ripped through her body.
Debby had taken the risk of slipping a finger up the asshole of the mistress, and Vivian had liked that, and Debby loved the way her tight ass felt as she fucked it with her finger. The juice was really pouring from her mistress, and she loved the way that it tasted, and she sucked as hard and as well as she could.
She was lost in a world of hot twat, but she still had not reached her own climax, and she was very itchy. The pins were still clipped to her nipples, and she felt Sofia pulling on them from time to time, and she could tell from the sounds that came from Sofia, from the squishes and little moans, that her step-mother was playing with her cunt.
Vivian rode the face of her slave for a long time, and when she finally rose from it her cunt smelled very strong, and her nipples were still hard, and it was clear that she was not yet sated. She looked at Sofia, who was in the middle of coming, and then down at her slave, who was not bound, but just lay in the middle of the bed.
Vivian saw just how hot the cunt of her slave-girl was, and she smiled as she realized that Debby was now so well-trained that she had not touched her cunt. Then Sofia, still with a finger on her clit, took the clips from Debby's nipples, and she started to nip at them.
She bit just hard enough so that Debby could feel what she was doing, but not so hard that she broke the skin, and after paying this kind of attention to Debby's tits, she started to work her way down her smooth belly. Debby could hardly believe what was happening, for if the progress of her mistress' mouth continued, she" would get a nip on her clit, and that was all that it would take to make her come hard, to release all of the energy that had been built up inside her.
Vivian was watching, her huge tits heaving, and though she did not touch her wet cunt, she was stroking her huge, hard nipples.
Sofia had worked her way down to the top of Debby's pubic hair now, and she moved quickly to her target, the cunt of her hot slave-girl.
She bit hard at the erect clit that she found there, and Debby arched off the bed as she came, with amazing force. And Sofia just kept at her clit, nipping at it so hard that had Debby not been so aroused she would have been screaming with the pain that she felt, instead of moaning with rapture.
Sofia wanted to see how long she could make her slave come, for she liked to keep her female slaves going for so long that they begged her stop, whereupon she would tell them that they had begged her to let them come, and that was what she was doing. But she had not counted on the degree to which passion had built up in Debby, and Debby just kept coming, no matter how hard and how long Sofia played with her clit. Finally, clearly impressed with the sexual capacity of her slave, Sofia raised her head, and Vivian rushed to kiss her fellow mistress, loving the taste of the juices that had been smeared all over her face.
Then they left Debby, after tying her again to the bed, and they locked her in, and they went to find George. They let him jerk off for them, and after he had licked their shoes clean of his come, they sat down to rest, well-pleased with the activities that they had indulged in.
Both women were dead tired, and so they decided to call it a day. It was early on Sunday evening, and Sofia sat and read in the living room, happy in the knowledge that her slave were safely locked away.
Over the next month Cliff and Debby learned that they had no choice but to be the slaves that their step-mother wanted them to be, and they settled into their new role. Debby was made to quit her job, and Cliff to drop out of school, and they were kept in the house, to serve every whim of their mistress.
George was clearly the slave who enjoyed the most of her favors, for she would fuck him from time to time, something that she never allowed Cliff to do. But she never sucked her husband's cock, though Debby did a lot of that.
Besides Connie and Vivian, Sofia had other sadistic female friends, and they all enjoyed her slaves, and she theirs.
George was cleared in the investigation that had been bothering him so much, and he thought, after that was all over, that perhaps now he no longer needed that submission that had been such a relief from the tensions at work. But it was now too late, for he had been so well-trained by the mistress who was his wife that he no longer enjoyed sex unless he was submissive.
Cliff and Debby too were well-trained, and Debby, though she often thought about her life as a domina, never was allowed to go back to it. But she did tell Sofia about Nancy, and Nancy became almost another slave of the family.
Many an evening and weekend were spent in punishing slaves, and Sofia grew very fond of Sadie, who was a mistress but did not physically fit the part. She was petite, just over five two, and very slim, with a lithe perfect, body. She had flaming red hair, and was very tan the whole year round. But she was as sadistic a bitch as had ever cracked a whip, and her small size only added to the excitement when she dominated a man who was so much bigger than she was.
Sadie had a knack for bizarre costumes and devices, and she would come to the house time after time with something new. There was one evening that none of the people involved in it would ever forget.
Sadie had said that she would be over, and Sofia had selected Cliff and Debby for punishment. George had offended his wife, and so he was locked in his room. The slaves, brother and sister, were locked in a cage that Sofia had acquired, and they sat in the center of the living room. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and a leather cock ring was on Cliff's hard dick. They were both very hot, for it was seen to it that they could not even masturbate except when they were allowed to.
Neither one of them had been allowed to come for a week, and they were both very itchy, but they did not dare to' do anything about it. Sofia, who was wearing her favorite spike-heeled boots, and nothing else, sat and waited for Sadie.
She breezed into the room, and she was wearing one of the most exotic costumes that Sofia, with her long experience in the world of domination, had ever seen. Her shoes were silver slippers, with high heels and the thinnest of straps.
Her nails were red, and she wore a silver ankle chain around each of her slim legs. Her legs were bare, in that she was not wearing stockings, but she wore a thin chain of silver around each calf below the knee, chains that matched those that were around her ankles. Around the middle of her left thigh was a broad belt of black leather with silver studs, and she wore a red skirt that was so short that it barely covered her ass. She wore a silver G-string, and there was a small picture of a whip drawn in black over the piece that covered her cunt.
Another black studded belt, thinner than that around her left thigh, was wrapped around her bare belly above the waistband of the little skirt. Her small, perfect tits were bare, except that a thin silver leather strap covered their small, hard nipples. She was heavily made up, and she carried a bag of instruments.
When the door was closed she opened the cage, and let Cliff out. His cock was hard and dripping, and it swelled even more when she took off the leather cock ring.
"On your back on the floor, slave. I am going to walk on your belly in my shoes, and you must masturbate for me, and I want you to come, and when you come you just have to keep playing with it until it is hard again, and then until you come again, and after that you have to keep playing with it, and I'll see about letting you stop."
She stood over him, and she took off the skirt, and pulled the G-string deep into her cunt. She stood sideways on him. She watched both his face and the cock that he was pulling, and she stood with her full weight on his belly.
When she saw his cock swell, and she knew that he was about to come, she extended one dainty foot, and took the come all over her silver slipper. His cock stayed hard, and he did not stop pulling on it, as she had commanded.
She walked on his chest, and gave him the shoe to suck, and he licked it clean, Then she took off both shoes, and, still standing on him, she knelt so that she could put the heel of one of them into his asshole.
As he jerked off she squatted over him, and she worked the heel of the shoe in and out of his ass in time to the motions of his masturbation.
"Does my little jerk-off boy like to play with his cock while his mistress fucks him in the ass with his shoe?"
"Yes mistress," he said, and she smiled at him. As she worked the shoe in and out of his ass, and as he continued to play with his cock, she started to pinch and squeeze his balls, and her fingers were painful, but he did not waver in the pace with which he jerked himself.
She wore now the chains around her ankles and the tops of her calves, the leather band at mid-thigh, the silver G-string, the black leather belt around her belly, and the band around her breasts.
She was very hot, and she took off her G-string, and she spread her cunt-lips, and stood over him, taking the heel of her shoe out of his asshole.
"Suck the heel that I have put up your asshole, you little worm, and look at my cunt, and long for it. Isn't it nice and hot and wet? Wouldn't you like to touch it and suck it for a long, long time? I know that you like to lick my asshole, and I am sure that if I let you, you would like to lick my cunt."
He never stopped playing with his cock while she talked, and then she took off the band that was around her nipples, and she rubbed her hard little tits. She tossed the silver band aside, and then she took off the black leather belt that had been wrapped around her belly, and she rubbed it back and forth in her wet cunt, and soon it was shiny with her juice.
She turned around, so that her ass was toward his face, but she made sure that he could not reach her with his mouth. She took the leather belt that she had wet with her juices, and she wrapped it around the base of his cock, below where he was jerking it. She pulled it tight, and she pulled until he moaned with the pain, and then she backed off, and just when he thought that it was over she would tighten the belt around his cock again.
"Is my little boy going to come again for mama?" she said, and she sat down on his belly with her legs straight out, and she rubbed he cunt all over him. He was close to coming again, even though he had come so recently, and then she started to whip his chest with the belt that she held.
He moaned, and she hit him harder and harder, and smiled as she saw that the red marks that she left on his chest did not make any difference to the pace with which he was jerking off.
Sofia was watching, and she got so hot that she wanted a tongue on her cunt, and she looked at Sadie, who beckoned her over, and then Sadie put her shoes on again, still standing on her slave, and she knelt down, and she started to suck off her fellow mistress.
Sofia stiffened as she felt the wet mouth of the woman who was sucking her go to work on her clit, and then Sadie reached a finger around and she slipped it up the asshole of her friend. She worked the finger back and forth, and all this time she was pushing the heels of her shoes into the belly of her slave. And he was playing with his hard cock this whole time, and she loved knowing that he would not stop jerking off until she told him to.
Debby, in the cage, was writhing and shaking with lust, but her hands were tied, and she knew that she could do nothing to satisfy herself until she was allowed to by one of the women who were dominating her.
Sadie was working her mouth all over the crotch of the taller woman, and Sofia was gasping and moving her hips, and grinding her cunt into the mouth of the hot cunt who was sucking her. Then she started to come, and after a few minutes of continuous climax she pushed Sadie' head away.
Sadie stood now on the chest of her slave, and she began to touch her hard clit and to jerk off while her slave watched. Sofia, though she was tired from coming, knew that she had some passion left in her, and then she thought about Debby who was still in the cage, and she let her out and took off the ropes that bound her.
"Does the slut want to fuck her brother," said Sofia, and Debby, whose cunt was wet, just nodded. Sofia looked at Sadie, who nodded, and Debby was allowed to sink down onto Cliff's hard cock.
Sofia moved behind her step-daughter, and she started to hit her back with a thin whip, and Debby just moaned and gasped as she rode up and down on the cock of her brother.
Sadie had come a few times, and she still stood on the chest of her slave, whose body was covered with the red marks that her heels had made as she walked up and down on him. Finally she stepped off, and then she got completely naked, and she took a jar of oil from her bag, and she began to oil her entire body.
Sofia watched as her friend did this, and she got hotter than hell very quickly, and then the two mistresses got so hot that they flew into each other's arms, and Sofia took off her boots, and they left the siblings to fuck on the floor.
Debby put a finger on her clit, and she rubbed it hard, and she started to come as if she had not come for years instead of the week for which she had been deprived of her pleasure. And Cliff shot again, and Debby loved that, and he stayed hard as a rock, and she rode him for a long time, having seen that the two mistresses were so involved with each other that they could not be bothered with the training of their slaves.
Sofia lay on her back, and Sadie oiled her large tits, and rubbed the huge nipples sexily and she loved the smell of the cunt of her friend, which was so differdnt from her own, and soon the two women were completely covered with oil, and they rolled around the rug, sliding into things, and biting at each other like animals. They moved into a sixty-nine and they loved the way that their greased flesh felt as they slipped against each other.
They were both opened wider than they had ever been, and they moaned like the bitches in heat that they were, and they slid against each other, and they thought that they had never been so aroused. That is, afterwards they thought that, for at the time that they were touching each other they had no time to think.
Debby just kept coming, and finally they shiftedposition, and brother and sister began to suck.
Debby took her brother's cock into her wet mouth, and she loved the way that it tasted as she sucked on it, loved the flavor of his semen and the juices of her cunt. And he buried his face in her pussy as if he had not eaten for weeks, and her cunt was the first food that he had found. She was wide-open, and burning up, and she was gooey and smelly.
He lapped up her juices, and he thought that he could suck cunt for as long as any woman would let him. And Debby was wondering if her brother could come again, since he had just come twice, but she saw no signs of softening in his hard cock, and she just kept sucking him as climax after climax ripped through her.
She kept an eye on the two mistresses, however, because she knew that they would punish her and Cliff if they caught them sucking each other without permission. But for the moment they were safe, since the two women were writhing around like two demented animals as they sucked each other on the rug.
Debby reached behind her and squeezed her brother's balls, and he grunted, and she could tell that there was at least a chance of a second coming. Or rather, a third. But suddenly she heard a noise, and she realized that Sadie and Sofia had seen what their slaves were doing, and that they were upset.
"Into the cage with her!" cried Sadie, and Debby was locked in soon.
As she cowered in her wire enclosure Sadie, her body glistening with oil, took a crop and poked at her slave through the mesh. She used some of the oil to grease it up, and she shoved it up the asshole of her slave, and she pushed it up so hard that Debby screamed in agony.
"That's it baby, scream for mama, since you have been so bad that I doubt that you will be allowed to come again for a long time. Scream baby since there is no one who will help you."
Then Sadie pulled the rod out of her slave-girl's ass, and she made her lick it, and then she let her out of the cage, and shackled her wrists to the outside of the wire mesh.
Sadie got down to the task of whipping her slut of a slave, and she loved the way that Debby's body jumped and quivered from the cuts that she gave it with the rod. Finally she stopped, and led Debby to her room, and tied her to the bed, and left her. Debby, who had come enough so that she was tired, fell asleep quickly despite the pain of the last punishment that she had received.
When Sadie came back to the living room she found that Sofia was torturing the balls and cock of her son. She had clipped a powerful clamp to the head of his cock, and to this was attached a cord, and she had tied him down to the couch, and was making him play with his cock while she pulled on the cord, causing him terrible pain.
'Are you going to come, you pig? The sooner you come the sooner you can be tied up back in your room. But as long as you don't come I am going to punish your cock."
Cliff moaned, and his eyes were closed as he tried time and time again to come. But he just could not manage it, and every time that he thought that he had almost made it he slipped away, back from the edge.
Then Sadie, who was so far gone with lust that she forgot about her strict provision that none of her slaves were supposed to suck her cunt, sat down on his face, and he sucked her, loving the mixture of oil and cunt-juice that slobbered all over his lips.
The stimulation of her cunt in hs face was what he needed, and at last he was there, and then he shot, hard, into the air. Sadie rode his face for a short while longer, and then she got up off from him, and the clip was removed from his cock, which was finally going down.
They tied him down again, and they went back to sucking each other off. And so the evening ended, and there were many more like itMany years later, over ten, when Sofia felt that she was slowing down, Cliff and Debby were allowed to leave the house where they had been slaves. But they had been so well trained that they soon found another mistress.
Her name was Andrea, and she lived in the town where Cliff and Debby had spent so much time serving their dominant step-mother. She was in her mid-forties when they came to be her slaves, and she had moved to the suburb where she now lived a couple of years ago, and had spent most of her time dominating her two nephews. But they had finally moved away, and she had sought new slaves through her connections.
She stood in front of Cliff, and she smiled down at him, and she looked with cruel, sadistic satisfaction at the leather cock-ring that was secured so tightly around his hard and throbbing cock. He was licking her bare feet, first one and then the other, and she loved the feeling of power that she had when she watched him.
She rubbed the skull-and-crossbones that was tattooed just above her right breast, and which was half-concealed by the leather bra that she wore. Her stiff nipples stood out in the holes that were cut into her bra, and the silver studs that edged its border gleamed sexily in the harsh lights.
Her toes were wet with the spittle of her slave, and she raised her right foot slightly, so that he could take her toes into his mouth. She pulled up a chair so that she could sit while he worshipped her feet, and, beneath the leather of the panties that she wore, the panties that matched her bra, her hot cunt was very, very wet. She slipped a hand under her panties, and she rubbed herself, and she moaned with the pleasure that she felt, the pleasure that was increased each second that her slave licked her feet.
The thin cane that she held in one hand dangled loosely from her fingers.
Then, simply to catch his breath, Cliff raised his head from the feet that he was licking. She looked down at his face, and her expression hardened.
"What, slave! Did I give you permission to stop licking my toes. You shall have to be punished, and if you complain too much your punishment will only increase. Turn around, and get that ass of yours high into the air."
Cliff did as he was told, and he buried his face in the rug, and his raised buttocks waited for the first cut of her cane. Though he knew that the pain was going to be bad, he felt mostly pleasure as he thought of how it would feel. All of the extensive training that he had received over the years, at the hands and the feet of his step-mother, and the various mistresses who were her friends, had made him a true submissive, ready and willing to serve.
He heard the swish of the cane as it flew through the air, and then he felt the sharp and stinging pain as it bit into the tender flesh of his ass. His whole body quivered from the force of the blow, but he did not cry out, did not so much as gasp from the pain that he felt, so well-trained a slave was he.
She hit him hard and steadily, until his ass was red and burning, and, though from time to time he would bite his lips to keep from crying out, not once did he scream or yell or complain. And, despite the pain and the leather ring that was pulled painfully tight around it, his cock was still hard and long and thick and ready, and a drop of juice gleamed like a pearl at its tip.
Then she stopped whipping him, and he kept his face buried into the ground, because he knew that to move without her permission was against the rules of the game that he was playing, which had become, for him, really the very life that he was living. He heard her breathing, and he could smell her cunt, mixed in with the odor of the leather that she wore. She did not do a thing for about a minute, and he knew that she was waiting to see if he would move, so that she could punish him again.
Then, when he hadn't move, he felt the sole of her right, bare foot grinding against his neck, and, as his mistress kept her foot there, holding him down, he felt her greasing up his asshole.
Then he felt the head of the dildo at the entrance to his ass, and, even though he was used to taking things up his asshole, he was not prepared for the size of the rubber dong that she was working up his asshole. He moaned with the pain that he felt, and she laughed just loud enough so that he could hear it, and he knew that she was enjoying his humiliation, savoring it like a conoisseur enjoying a bottle of fine Bordeaux.
Finally the dildo was all the way inside him, and she slapped a piece of tape across the entrance to his asshole to keep the implement in place. Then he felt the familiar feel of a studded collar of black leather being placed around his neck, and he heard the leash being snapped onto it.
"Bark like the dog that you are. Bark for your mistress, you little pig."
He sent up a chorus of howls that would have done justice to a troop of hungry coyotes, and she spanked him a little while he yowled for her, and she loved the way that he looked with the dildo up his ass, and the collar around his neck, and the ring pulled tight around his cock.
She was getting so hot from what she was doing to her slave that she knew that she would need some relief, and need it soon, for the aching and burning pressure that had built up in her cunt. She sat down, and she pulled off her panties, and she rubbed them over his face, and told him to lick them.
He loved the taste and the smell of the thick juices that had oozed from her cunt, and had coated the inside of her leather panties, and he also loved the taste and the smell of the leather, and he sucked on her panties for a long, long time.
Then she grabbed him by the hair, hard and painfully, and she pulled his face into her wet cunt. She did not usually allow her slaves the honor of sucking her off, but she was so hot that she was making an exception. But she was not going to allow him to stop sucking her until she was completely satisfied, and she and he both knew that that would take a long time.
He started to lick at her cunt, and he alternated between the wet, smelly hole of her cunt, and her hard clit, which throbbed with passion when he touched it with his tongue. She was moaning, and very hot.
Her eyes were closed, and one of her hands was underneath the leather of her bra, stroking her hard nipples, that felt to her as if they were going to burst with the desire that was running through her, consuming her, burning her up like liquid fire. Then she opened her eyes, and she looked down at her slave.
"Lick my asshole, you little worm. Rim me, and rim me good, and you are not to go back to licking my cunt, like I know you want to, until I say that you can."
She shifted her hips slightly, and then she felt his tongue on her rear, and she farted gently, having saved the gas for the moment when her slave would be allowed to rim her. He grunted, and she knew that he liked the foul gas that was in his face now. Then she felt his tongue probing up into her, licking her asshole. She knew that he liked the taste of her ass, and she let him rim her for a long time.
But then the aching burning in her cunt was too much for her to bear, and so she told him that he could go back to sucking her off, and he dived back into her cunt itself. She was really steamy now, and the thick, rich juices were flowing oh so freely from her hot cunt. He was licking her busily, never lifting his head, though by now his mouth was sore from all of the licking and the sucking that he had given to the cunt of his mistress.
She closed her eyes, and she started to moan, and though she was always careful not to show any pleasure in front of her slaves, now she was too far gone with desire to care. And so she let Cliff suck her off for a long time, and she thought about Debby, who was locked in the room where she was bound to the bed, and she knew that she would get good service from her two slaves for a long time.
The suburb was quiet, and it was a nice night, and the lawyers and the doctors and their pretty wives and their children sat and watched TV, and cheered when a man was ripped in two with machine-gun fire, and mutterred about immorality when they saw the bikini-clad tits of the latest sex symbol of the jiggle show.
EPILOGUE
And Sofia, though she had slowed down as she grew old, and though her slaves, the two step-children who had served her so well, had left, still enjoyed being dominant from time to time. Though, of course, she still liked to dominate her husband, she had found a couple of young men who liked the dominant grand-mother figure that she had become. Her massive tits sagged a little now, but somehow that was just part of the fetish that her slaves liked.
Jeff bent in front of her, and licked her toes. She looked down at his tongue on her shoes, and she sighed, and she rubbed one of the swollen nipples of her hard tits. Her cunt was wet, for he had been serving her for a long time, and the cruel clip that she had attached to the swollen purple head of his cock had not diminished the impressive size of his erection.
To the clip was attached a cord, and she held it in her right hand, and she pulled on it from time to time, and she laughed as he winced when she did that. But she had trained him well, and no screams came from his mouth, and he did not waver in his task of licking on her toes. She held a riding crop in the hand that was not holding the cord that was attached to the clip on his cock, and she thought about whipping him some more, but her own lusts were overcoming her.
She turned the crop in her hand, and she started to rub its handle against her hard clit. She sighed and gasped with pleasure when she did that, and then she stopped for a moment, and she took the clip from her slave's cock, and she ordered him to play with his cock while she rubbed herself with the handle of the crop.
