Mike arranges to give his wife the gift of her fantasy of being auctioned off to a stranger as his sex slave. Follow The journey of Mike and his wife on this erotic fantasy journey. CAUTION: There is a brief attempted rape scene in chapter 35.
Story Codes: (MF, FF, Wife-Share, anal, Fsub, Mdom, voy, exhib, mild bdsm, objectification, rape)
My name is Mike Adams and I consider myself a very fortunate man. Few men I know are married to a woman they truly love and who loves them equally. Kristie and I met one evening at a party my college Fraternity was hosting. Kristie was still in college and got my attention when I saw her walk through the door. As they say, the rest is history. We were married a month after her graduation. That was over eleven years ago. Most men would have paranoid jealousy being married to a woman eight years younger and as beautiful and sexy as my wife.
As one of ten Senior Vice Presidents with a major computer software development company in San Diego, California I'm able to provide us with a very good income. My salary supports my wife in the lifestyle she deserves.
Kristie fills me with pride. I don't like to refer to her as "arm candy" even though she not only has a beautiful body with flawless skin; she has a personality that wins over every person she meets. She works hard keeping her body in shape with frequent visits to the gym.
Kristie is a natural submissive. Her pleasure in life comes from making others happy. She loves sex and finds her greatest satisfaction comes from giving others sexual pleasure. Given the choice, she prefers men, but many women have been fortunate enough to experience her high level of sexual intensity. She has a way of knowing exactly what any particular man desires in a woman and transforms herself into that woman thereby providing him the perfect woman to satisfy his every fantasy.
I have never met or heard of another woman who even comes close to Kristie's passion for sex. Her desire for sexual variety and fulfillment has led to many erotic experiences for us. We have what many would call an Open Marriage; however even though we have sex with others, it is always with the knowledge and consent of each other. We discuss, with each other, our sexual activity involving others. This has resulted in developing some of our best fantasies. The vast majority of our sexual adventures occur outside the normal boundaries of what most people consider traditional marriage.
Guys I work with find it difficult to believe I'm not jealous or afraid she will be attracted to someone more handsome, or maybe someone with a larger bank account. They don't understand that Kristie is not into material things. Like most women, she does like the nicer things in life and I work hard to provide her with the clothing and jewelry that shows her at her best. I'm very proud of her and want her to always look her best. I'm always proud of her when we are together. I even want her to look her best when she is off by herself, with her friends, or even on those occasions when she is with other men. She may be with them, but she is my wife.
Her greatest pleasure is not shopping, but rather exploring a new sexual adventure. Early in our relationship we both realized the "typical" monogamous marriage would not satisfy our combined desire for a heightened level of sexual adventure. We knew we needed variety and would be happiest in an open marriage environment.
Contrary to what many believe, this does not cause me stress, fearing I will lose her. When Kristie is around she provides me with all the sex I can handle. We both enjoy seeing our partner having sex with others and each of us gets the most out of our sexual relationships by observing the enjoyment our partner is experiencing at any particular moment. I watching Kristie enjoy herself and bring pleasure to the man or woman she is with. In order for you to understand I must tell you a little more about my wife.
As I said earlier, Kristie is a very submissive woman. She embraces what she considers her fortune in life of being born female. She believes all women have the primary responsibility to bring pleasure to men. I enjoy receiving her attentions and also enjoy watching her with others. Watching my wife as she is used by others is a huge turn on. It is best if she is being used by a man who is assertive and takes control of his partner.
As I referred to earlier, even though Kristie prefers men she has a lot of fun with dominate women. About the only type of person she does not enjoy being with is another submissive, like herself. She is not one who likes to take charge.
I must admit, it does turn me on when I see a man, whom it is apparent, wants desperately to fuck my wife. I don't know why, but my cock will always harden as I watch him lust after her. Maybe my arousal is knowing he wants her, but that she belongs to me. Don't mistake me for a cuckold. If I told her not to fuck someone, she respects me and would not become involved with that person regardless of how strong her attraction. As a submissive, she will not go against me. On the other hand, I would only prohibit her from seeing someone if I felt her safety was in danger or that the relationship was likely to threaten our marriage. I would never force Kristie to do something she did not want.
We openly discuss our fantasies when we make love or just when sitting around and feeling amorous. Many of our real life experiences involve scenes from our personal fantasies. Making our fantasies come to life is a huge turn-on. In the process we have learned some of our fantasies should have remained fantasies, but many have been our most intense experiences and have led to broaden our sexual horizons.
Like many women, Kristie has a rape fantasy she enjoys, but I will not permit her to live this one out for fear of her getting hurt. I do work elements of semi non-consensual activity into some of the fantasies I set up for her, but always plan for those times when a fantasy could get intense to have way for her to stop the scene. This is done usually by use of a prearranged Safe Word. When used the Safe Word will stop the fantasy immediately and prevent serious harm, sometimes a warning Safe Word to slow down the activity and not completely stop it is available for her to use.
As I said, Kristie is beautiful. Yes, she is my wife and I realize my opinion of her beauty is very biased, but all the guys I know who have met Kristie, agree she could have easily been a professional swim suit model. Kristie is flattered by the comments from these men, but blushes and disagrees when I tell her what they say. She claims her tits are too big for her to be a model. She is 32, but everyone agrees she looks much younger. She is often mistaken as being a college student.
Kristie has straight long blonde hair that stops at the middle of her back. For me, her eyes are her most amazing feature. Being such a dazzling emerald green, they are her most noticeable feature. Her efforts to keep her body in shape by visiting the gym at least three days a week have succeeded in keeping her body in much the same shape as when she was in college. Her 36C-25-35 measurements are perfect for her small 5'1" frame. She is very lean at 98 pounds and has a perfectly flat tummy. Many people comment that she should have been a concert pianist with her long thin fingers. When they say that, I think to myself that her fingers are much better suited for wrapping around and gripping a hard thick cock. For those who are into feet, her long slender legs end with her cute petite feet. She is a frequent customer at her favorite manicure and pedicure salon.
Her feet are so sexy when fitted into a pair of Christian Louboutin pumps with at least a four inch heel. Hopefully from my description you now understand why I'm totally in love, and mesmerized, by this woman.
Selecting one of Kristie's fantasies and making it come to life is something I try to arrange for her birthday each year. She and I both look forward to her birthdays for this reason. Because of this Kristie enjoys having birthdays.
Each year I select one of the fantasies she has told me about, but I never tell her which one I have selected until the last minute when it becomes impossible to keep it a secret any longer. She loves the anticipation of knowing she will be living one of her fantasies; however not knowing which one I have selected makes her very anxious. She tries to coax me into telling her, but I never do. I do enjoy her bribes and attempts to get me to disclose the information. She has a whole host of tricks and seductions she tries, but they never work. Her determination to never give up and to keep trying to figure out which fantasy she is going to live is a lot of fun.
Arranging the fantasies is almost as much fun for me as her getting to live them in real life. It is like giving a gift to someone. Most of the fun comes from giving the gift rather than receiving it.
A birthday fantasy is not necessarily a new fantasy each year. I have repeated some of the better ones by simply changing the participants, rules or situation. While still keeping the theme of the fantasy, I make it into an entirely different experience with subtle changes.
Fulfilling Kristie's fantasies has brought more variety to our sexual experiences. For example one fantasy led to us becoming involved with a local swingers group. The membership of the group consists of couples who live in our area, or live close enough they are willing to drive to our parties. The members are not only sexual partners; many have become very good friends of both Kristie and me.
Most of Kristie's fantasies can be linked to themes of stories she reads on-line. When appropriate, the fantasies I set up for her involve me being present. I'm a voyeur and like to watch. Oftentimes I'm in the corner stroking my cock while watching her give some man an incredible experience. I being there also gives Kristie a sense of security in the event her safety would become an issue. We have never had any problems, but she finds comfort when I'm nearby.
We are also members of a nudist resort. The membership of the resort is limited to adult couples. Members are allowed to bring female guests but no single male guests are allowed. It is always nice that there are more women than men. It is a lot of fun when two or more couples share one of the large hot tubs. That way if Kristie finds someone interesting, I can usually become much better acquainted with the guy's wife.
One thing that makes Kristie's fantasies interesting is that while she is very submissive, surprisingly she is also very shy. Until she gets to know people really well on an intimate level she is totally embarrassed if someone knows our kinky personal lifestyle. For this reason, many of our close friends are unaware of our lifestyle. Unless the fantasy requires differently, most of our friends never know how hot Kristie is when she is at her sexiest. Other than only a couple of people, those I work with know only that I have a beautiful wife that every one of them would love to drive their hard cocks into. It is quite a turn on when we attend office parties and I get to watch as many of them get hard when Kristie talks to them or dances with them. She loves getting close and accidentally rubbing up against them acting as if she does not notice them rubbing against her. She acts naïve and appears to be oblivious to their arousal.
I do not judge happiness by money or possessions, unless you consider Kristie one of my possessions. She is what makes me my life complete. Some people think our lifestyle is perverted, but on the contrary, we enjoy ourselves and are in love with each other more than any other couple I know. We find mutual happiness in being able to bring each other happiness. When Kristie is with someone else, it is with my full consent and approval. Very seldom do I fuck someone else, but when it does happen, I make sure Kristie is fully aware of, and approves of, these encounters. This should give you enough background to understand why I consider myself the luckiest man alive.
A few times during our marriage she has told me of a fantasy I have never before selected to make a reality. Not because I found it offensive, quite the contrary, I think it would be one of the hottest of her fantasies. My reason for not choosing it is because I always believed the logistics of setting it up would be very difficult. Since she has been increasing the frequency of which she talks about this particular fantasy, and I have always thought it sounded like such a hot fantasy, I decided to at least attempt to make it a birthday selection.
This particular fantasy involves a reluctant, but very submissive woman surrendering herself to her master's desire to auction her off to a complete stranger as a sex slave. In her fantasy, the duration of the winning bidder's ownership would be anywhere from couple hours to her lifetime. In the fantasy the woman is blindfolded during the sale, not knowing the identity of the men or women bidding for the ownership of her body. Even after the sale, the winning bidder is a stranger unknown to her.
The limits placed on her sale and subsequent use is left entirely to the will of her master, the man putting her body up for sale. In real life there would be no limits or conditions on the sale, but for the fantasy the limits and conditions would be announced to the bidders immediately before she is placed on the auction block. As a sex slave she could be required to do manual labor, or anything the winning bidder wants, as long as it is within the limits announced prior to the auction. But given that the slave will be my beautiful wife, it does not take much imagination to know the buyer's intended purpose will be for her to be his or her sex slave.
In Kristie's fantasy the idea of her naked body displayed and offered for the inspection of total strangers, and then becoming the property of one of those strangers, is far outside her comfort zone. These factors are what make this particular fantasy even more daring and exciting.
Obviously, I would be Kristie's "current owner." In her fantasy there is not an option for her to Safe Word out of the fantasy, but as a matter of safety, this would be part of the agreement with the winning bidder. As an incentive to prevent her from using her Safe Word, except in the most desperate of situations I decided to include a penalty clause in the agreement if she was to use it. To instill a severe penalty into the use of her Safe Word, I decided if she was to use her Safe Word all money paid at auction for the temporary ownership of her, plus an additional 50% of that amount, would be paid to the winning bidder for the early termination of the fantasy. This penalty would apply regardless if the Safe Word was used at the beginning or during the last minute of the fantasy.
If Kristie found she was in more pain that she could endure, or was being required to do something she found too offensive, she could use her Safe Word to escape the situation and terminate the fantasy. The only exception to the refund plus 50% penalty would be if it was shown the situation Kristie was escaping from was a violation of one or more of the rules outlined at the auction.
Knowing my beautiful Kristie like I do, I knew the only way she would terminate the fantasy would be to avoid something that would cause her permanent physical harm, and I had every intention of making any activity that would cause such harm a prohibited condition that would violate the terms of the sale.
It was up to me to find men whom I could trust to make her fantasy a memorable experience, while at the same time protecting her from serious physical harm. This last element of the fantasy required selecting the participants, and this was the part that always stopped me from picking this in previous years as her Birthday fantasy. Keep in mind to be true to the fantasy, the participants had to be strangers to Kristie, but at the same time I would have to know them, or have someone vouch for them, in order to find people I could trust with my wife's safety.
Finding one or two guys would be easy, but finding enough to have a legitimate auction would be more difficult. Also the losing bidders had to be trusted to keep the fantasy confidential, even after it had ended. I realized I would have to find others, I trust, to help me. Even this required that I trust these "helpers" to recommend people who would be trustworthy.
I considered guys I work with, but ruled them out fairly quickly. While any of them would jump at the chance to have Kristie under their control, she knew most of them, and word getting around town was something I did not want to have to consider.
After much thought I decided my best chance for success would be to ask for help from some of the guys in our Swingers club. Many of them lived in cities not close to us, but not far either. Since they were swingers they were less likely to judge our motives. Most of them already knew of the birthday tradition. I decided they could not participate in the auction since Kristie knew all of them intimately. She is very popular in the group and everyone in the club has shoved his hard cock into her fuck holes on more than one occasion; however, they might know others who would be trustworthy enough and want to take part in the live auction of a sexy woman. The primary condition was that they be someone who would make her fantasy of being a sex slave come true. I decided the fantasy should be longer than the previous fantasies. This one would extend over a weekend. If possible it would begin on a Friday evening and end at midnight on the following Sunday. This would be the longest fantasy I had ever set up for her. I would have to rely on the judgement of my Swinger buddies to find men, who could be trusted to not hurt Kristie, and it did solve my problem of finding the guys. Those selected would be known to friends I trust to look out for Kristie.
Like many decisions, where was I to begin? Her birthday was only a month away. This was not much time to make such a complex fantasy happen. I also needed to make sure Kristie did not know which fantasy I had chosen, or even the fact I had selected one. This is always the difficult part. We don't keep secrets from each other, so actually keeping a secret like this is even more challenging. We both had agreed when we first started her birthday fantasy tradition that this was a secret that was okay to have, but this did not stop Kristie each year from trying to get the information out of me.
A couple of guys in the club came to mind as likely being willing to help me. I was sure they would get a kick out of the scene and would have lots of fun helping me find willing bidders who could come up with a price that would be appropriate for such a prize. I was not in it for the money, but the higher the price the more difficult it would be for Kristie to terminate the fantasy and have to pay the penalty. Additionally, a high sale price would make Kristie feel obligated to give the winning bidder her best so he would feel the purchase price was money well spent.
This fantasy has been a favorite of ours and I was so excited to see if it lived up to our expectations. I decided I would begin by contacting the two guys from the club Monday morning. That way Kristie would have no idea I had begun planning her annual Birthday fantasy.
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Monday morning I sat at my desk thinking about the fantasy. I could think of little else. I reconsidered the length of the sale and decided it would not be too long, but would be long enough for both her and her winning bidder. What would the person who bought her do with her? Would she go through with it once she found out what it involved?
I had always thought of the winning bidder being a man, but why limit it to just men? Why couldn't women be some of the bidders? Kristie preferred men, but she also enjoyed intimate contact with women. Questions like these kept running through my mind. I had difficulty concentrating on the work on my desk. As I said, I'm one of ten vice presidents at my company. Our company is a major software developer. We build custom applications for our clients. After checking my phone messages I decided to close my office door and make a very personal phone call to a good friend.
I called George, a buddy from the swingers club. He has been a member of our club longer than us. He is a great guy and his wife, Patty, is very popular with other club members, both men and women. Kristie and Patty have become good friends and have shared several intimate hours together.
George answered the phone on the first ring. He was glad to hear from me and we talked about the club and the next meeting, which was to be held outdoors in a secluded area owned by one of the other members. I finally got around to explaining my reason for calling. Our swinger club knew all about Kristie's birthday fantasies. Every year immediately after her birthday the women wanted to know what I had come up with to surprise her with that year. After explaining the fantasy to George, there was a long pause. He asked, "So, as I understand everyone has to be a stranger to Kristie?"
"That's correct," I confirmed.
"Well shit," I heard over the phone. "What is wrong?" I asked.
"You know what I would pay to be the winning bidder for your wife's sweet little ass?"
"Yes, you and the rest of the male population," I laughed. "You get to fuck her for free all you want at club parties, why would you want to pay to get your cock in her?"
"You are right, I can have her whenever I want, but this is different. What you are proposing is to actually bid on her and be able to take her and play with her for an entire weekend. How hot is that?"
"I see what you mean," I confessed. "The question is, do you know a few men or even some women who would be interested in being a part of this?"
"Sure ole buddy. I can help you find someone to fuck your wife. The hard part is to find someone who will treat her like a sex slave while not being an asshole."
"That's exactly the dilemma I'm faced with."
"I'm sure I can come up with some guys. I assume you want them to be well hung and have a nice bank account."
"That sounds good. I want them to be willing to pay well for this opportunity and to bring some competition to the bidding, but I want them to be able to walk away and keep their mouth shut after it is over. I also think they should provide proof from a doctor that they don't have any STDs."
"Okay, I can find some guys and maybe even find a chic or two who would like to play with her. How many people do you want?"
"I was thinking maybe ten. What do you think?"
"Ten sounds like a good number. That would not be too many but would be enough to provide some bidding competition."
"Do you think you could get Stan to help?"
"Sure, I know Stan would love to be a part of this."
"Thanks George. That's great!"
"Hey buddy, do you think for us helping out with this birthday fantasy, maybe Stan and I could each get a day alone with Kristie after this is over?"
I thought it over and said, "I'm sure that could be part of the fantasy. But only if Kristie goes through with the whole fantasy and does not either chicken out at the last minute or finds it necessary to Safe Word out of the fantasy." I figured this would help make sure he and Stan had some serious motivation to find men and women slave masters who would not push Kristie too far.
"That sounds fair to me. I will discuss it with Stan. Do you want me to have Stan call you?"
"No, that's okay. You can explain it. If either of you have any questions please let me know."
"Hey buddy, who is going to be the auctioneer?"
I had not thought about this. I told him I would think about it and get back with him. "George, do you know of a location where we can hold this auction? An old barn or meeting hall that's private would be great."
"What do you think about using a small conference room in a hotel? I know a place where we can have privacy and not be interrupted. The manager is a personal friend of mine and might be a good candidate as one of the participants. It would be nicer than an old barn, and the winning bidder would have the ability to rent a suite for the weekend, or at least for Friday night."
"If you think it would be a good location, I just want to make sure the staff would not be sticking their noses into the room while we were there."
"I can assure you my buddy can handle the situation and see to it that does not happen. If we let him be part of the auction, we might even be able to persuade him to comp us the room."
"Sounds like a good idea. He would be able to make sure we have the privacy needed."
"Buddy, that sounds good to me. I will call Stan and make sure he is up for the challenge. One more thing, you don't mind if we include some well hung black guys do you?"
"No, not at all. It might be fun if a black guy had the high bid and won. Just make sure all of the men are trustworthy, clean and have a very healthy bank account. It will be a blast and be a huge ego boost for Kristie if she is sold for a large sum of cash," I assured George."
George sounded like a kid on the phone. He was so excited. "This sounds like the most fun I have had in a long time. On top of getting to find guys for the auction, I get your wife's hot ass for 24 hours for my own personal fun."
"Hey, can I tell Pat about it?"
I knew his wife, Pat, would get a kick out of the plan. "Yes you better clear it with her, but tell her she is to tell nobody else about it. I don't want Kristie to have a clue as to what we are planning. Remember, only strangers, so you, Stan and Pat will not be able to be in attendance. We can video it and show the video of the event at a meeting after the auction."
"That sounds like something everyone would enjoy watching. I don't like not being able to see it live, but I do understand." I told George I would like to have the party four weeks from this coming Friday, since the next day, Saturday, was Kristie's birthday.
George said, ""Sounds good, I will get started and keep you posted on the progress. Make sure you let me know the details and if there are any changes. I will do the same on my end."
"Sounds like we have the beginnings of a lust filled wild weekend," I said.
"Sure does. Talk to you later." With that, George told me he would get started immediately by calling Stan, finding the guys and talking to the hotel manager.
As I hung up the phone I was so excited, but at the same time wondering if this could be accomplished with the time we had left before her birthday. Right now I had a problem that consisted of a large and painful cock trying to rip my pants.
I had just managed to start the ball rolling to set up a fantasy for my wife where she would be sold at auction to the highest bidder. My cock was so hard it felt like it would explode if I did not get some relief!
I pressed the button on the intercom on my desk and asked Erica, my secretary, to step into my office. Erica has been with me since she graduated from high school a little over three years ago. At almost 22 years of age, Erica is a sexy little nymph. She always comes to work looking great. She wears skirts that are short and sexy, but they are long enough to be appropriate in the work place, or at least that's what I tell myself. When they are even a little shorter, neither my boss nor I mind. On a girl Erica's age, long sexy legs should be shown off. Her short skirts do that nicely.
Kristie had met Erica and I knew she really liked her. She had even given me her consent to sample Erica's female. After meeting Erica, Kristie said, "That little secretary of yours is one hot little piece of ass. I wonder how long it will be until you have scored a piece of that tight little ass for your trophy wall. You know I don't mind. I would even like to taste that little cunt of hers. Maybe after you have broken her in on your cock, we can set up a threesome."
Erica liked Kristie, but had no clue as to the nature as to our personal lifestyle away from the office. I enjoyed having Erica around. It would be hard to ask for a better personal secretary. She was always up-beat and full of fun. Having her around and being able to see her sexy little body makes my day complete.
Kristie knows a man's needs better than most women. She understands I need some relief during the day. She has no problem with this, as long as I don't hide it from her. As long as she knows and can share in my descriptions of the lurid events, getting a piece of tail form my secretary is just another day at the office and is perfectly acceptable with her. After all she keeps me drained at home, but her higher than normal demand on my sexual service, makes it difficult for me to shut off when I'm away from her. She knows and understands. On occasion she also meets friends of hers and of ours while I'm at work. Many times these meetings result in Kristie coming home with a cunt full of man milk, or one of her women friends and her have pussy juice on their faces. Her descriptions of the torrid details of the events of her day always end with me taking her with my hard cock in one of many various locations in the house.
As I heard the door open, I looked up to see Erica enter. She looked at me as if to ask if she should keep the door open or close it. With my hand I motioned for her to go ahead and close it. She pushed the door closed. "You might want to also lock it." She smiled and turned the lever extending the locking bolt. She said, "Mr. Adams, what can I help with?" I said, "Erica, one of those painful situations has come up and you are so good at relieving my stress. If you are not busy, can you relieve some of the pressure in my cock?"
Giving me a huge smile, she said, "Mr. Adams, you know I'm always available to help you with anything." Her stress on the word "anything" did not go without notice. "How would you like for me to relieve that harmful pressure?" she asked as she looked at me batting the long lashes of her beautiful sexy eyes.
"Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to do this properly. Can you take the edge off my painful condition with that cute little mouth of yours?"
Still smiling, she started unbuttoning her blouse as she was walking toward my desk. "Mr. Adams, you know how much I enjoy helping you. Let me get these clothes out of the way so I don't mess them up and I will take care of that problem for you."
I watched as she removed her blouse and unsnapped her bra. This caused my pain to increase. She then slipped her skirt off to reveal she was not wearing panties. I knew she often went without panties. Her bald cunt was so cute and I never grow tired of looking at it or touching it. I have sunk my cock in it many times and Kristie loves it when I tell her about it at dinner. When not naked under her skirt, Erica wears a small thong or I have seen her wear what she calls a C-String. C-Strings are the sexiest piece of underwear I have ever seen. I almost prefer when she wears a thong or C-Sting, but that little cunt of hers is a young man's dream. In my mind's eye I was thinking to myself how my Kristie would look in a C-String. I'm surprised she does not have several of them. I will have to mention it to her, or maybe buy one for her as a surprise.
Erica is not as beautiful or sexy as Kristie, but she is not very far behind. After all, I did not hire her straight out of high school for her exceptional office administration abilities. Still, she is a pretty good secretary, but those skills are secondary to what I found to be her natural born talent.
By the time she reached me, she had shed everything except her heels. Like my Kristie, Erica always wears stiletto pumps with no less than a four inch heel. I preferred four to five inch heels. Heels shape a woman's legs and ass making them so damn good. She kicked her heels off and sank to her knees, all the time looking into my eyes. When she got settled on her knees in front of me, she reached up and started to unbuckle my belt. She placed her hand on my cock and looked up at me with a pouting look on her face. "Mr. Adams, what has caused you to become so hard? This pressure is not good for you. The pressure should have been relieved before it got to this point. Why didn't you call me earlier? You know I like helping you whenever you need me. I'm here to help you with anything you need to do your job, and it is certainly clear you are unable to do anything productive in this condition."
She always called me Mr. Adams, even though I had told her it was okay to use my first name. She said it was not proper to address your boss by his first name. Even though I had asked her to do so, I liked that she ignored and continued to use the more formal title. Calling me Mr. Adams made her seem like a much younger little girl and made her even sexier.
She had my slacks unfastened. I lifted my ass off the chair allowing her to lower my slacks and boxers. My cock sprang up and almost hit her in the face. As usual, she placed her hands behind her back while opening her mouth wide to take me into the warm wetness of her velvet smooth mouth. Looking into my eyes she started bobbing her head back and forth covering my hard meat with her saliva. I could not resist taking hold of her head and pulling her onto my cock. With my right hand I reached down to pinch her left nipple. She squealed around my cock at the pinch. That little squeal from her pushed me even closer to shooting my hot thick cum into her sexy little mouth. I knew after all the mental stimulation I had this morning, and now with Erica's efforts I was about to put a huge load into her stomach.
I was so horny there was no way I could last very long and extend my time enjoying her efforts. As I looked into her eyes, and felt that hard little nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I felt cum boiling up with my first spasm then felt it being ejected from my cock and into her sweet mouth. I squeezed hard on her nipple and I pulled her close forcing my cock deeper into her throat. She was a real trooper holding her breath as the hot sticky fluid flowed directly into her throat on the journey into her stomach. Erica was talented like Kristie who was an expert at being able to take my cock deep into her throat. My spasms finally subsided and I released her head, letting her draw in several deep breaths. She continued to lick and clean my cock before moving her hands to my balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. She looked up into my eyes and gave me one of her heart melting huge sexy smiles.
Remaining on her knees, she asked, "Mr. Adams that was a wonderful load. It was delicious, or at least what I could taste. You put most of it directly into my tummy and didn't let me taste it." Smiling her devilish little smile she said, "I really don't think I will be hungry for lunch today. You gave me quite a large early lunch."
Lightly gripping both her tits with my hands I lifted up moving her naked body to my lap. Running my hand over her body I said, "Erica, I don't know how I would get through the day without your expert assistance. I do need to get ready for a luncheon I need to attend. Please cancel my appointments for this afternoon; I have some errands that require my attention. Thank you so much for everything and I will see you tomorrow morning." With that I gave her a kiss and swatted her firm ass.
Standing I heard, "Yes Mr. Adams, I will take care of that for you." She slipped her shoes on and fastened the straps around her ankles. As she walked toward her clothes she had draped across a chair, I admired how her heels made her ass so desirable, but that would have to wait until another day. I had stuff to do today.
Leaving work and heading home, my head was spinning with the events of the day. I knew it was too soon, but I wondered if George had talked to Stan yet, and if so what they had decided. I could not help but wonder who they would select as bidders. As I was thinking, I remembered I need to decide who to get as the auctioneer. Should I hire a professional auctioneer? Where does one find a professional sex slave auctioneer? Needless to say, this would not be the typical auction. From stories both he and Kristie had read on-line, an auctioneer would show the slave to the crowd. Talk lewdly about the slave's body and elicit demonstrations of how submissive the slave was. That fictional concept was the type of person I wanted as the auctioneer. I had briefly considered doing it myself, but on second thought felt it would be more embarrassing to Kristie if someone other than me was the auctioneer. Then it occurred to me who it had to be. I would ask George to auction her off!
What a brilliant idea. According to the fantasy, the winning bidder, the one to use her body, had to be a stranger to Kristie. There was no such requirement for the auctioneer, and George could play it up how he had quite a bit of experience with his cock in her. He could tell the group how tight her cunt was and what turned her on. As Kristie would know, everything George said would be from actual experience of actually fucking her himself. George would be able to embellish the facts a little, but the basic knowledge and what he would tell the winning bidder would be from actual knowledge. I would talk to George about it the next time we discussed the party. If not George, maybe Stan would be interested. Regardless of which one, the idea was to embarrass Kristie as much as possible. Part of the fantasy was for the woman auctioned to be reluctant and submissive. Being forced into a situation such as this would be very embarrassing, thereby making her reluctant to participate. By the time she became reluctant it would be too late. The submissive part was easy... Kristie's natural submissiveness would guarantee this would be a fantasy for the record books and whoever bought her would be in for one hell of a weekend. If he was a smart man, he would know how to use her and bring out the sexiest woman he had likely ever been with.
That night as we ate dinner I mentioned to Kristie that Erica had given me some much needed relief. Kristie said, "She is such a cute little thing. I'm happy you and she are able to take breaks from the business day for a little stress relief. I know how men are and it is important to keep your stress level in check. A hard cock is nice when needed, but I can only imagine what it would be like to have to walk around with it like that. After all, it was probably largely her fault you were like that. She does like to dress to tease.
Women really should understand and be ready to help a man out. After all, what is a woman for if not to take care of men? Some women are all stuck up and act like they don't enjoy the touch of a man. Simply look at a woman and you will see a perfectly designed body suited for nurturing and raising babies and taking care of the needs of men. Not to use the female body for the purposes it was designed to be used it just wrong."
Getting back to the topic of Erica, she said, "As you know I prefer a cock to a pussy, but Erica is such a cute little thing. Maybe one of these days you can tell her about us. I would really like for us to try a threesome involving her. I want so much to taste her cunt. You say it is bald, I want to compare hers to mine."
"That does sound like a great idea. I don't know if she is into girls, but I bet from her attitudes about sex that she is willing to experiment. Anyway, what man or woman would not jump at the chance to share a bed with you?" I told her.
"Baby, that's so nice of you to say that. You know I like it when you use me. Back to the office, what made you so horny today? Did some sweet young thing get your attention or was it Erica?"
"Babe, you know I only have eyes for you, it was just one of those things that happens. I was thinking about you and my cock came to attention on its own."
"I like knowing you are thinking about me. You know I don't care if you and Erica have some fun at the office. In fact I expect you to use her. After all, that's what she is there for and I'm sure she understands that."
I had to be careful and not let her know my cock was hard because of talking to George about setting up her birthday fantasy. In fact it was hard now just thinking about it. "A cock is a hard thing to control. You always tell me a calm wind will cause a man's cock to stiffen." Ok, I lied, I did know what caused my fuck tool to get out of control, but I could not tell her, otherwise I would spoil the surprise.
"I'm happy Erica was able to take care of your problem." She smiled and gave me a passionate kiss and my cock a firm squeeze. "Oh, looks like I have a job that needs to be taken care of."
"Yes, you know I'm always in need of some of that sweet cunt between your legs."
"Yes, dear, and as you know, I'm always wet and ready for that cock of yours to fuck the shit out of my cunt. There is a big difference between 'Making Love' and 'Fucking.' Tonight I desperately need to be fucked by an aggressive male with a hard thick cock."
That night I was so damn horny. I was ramming my cock into her as hard as I could, but she kept saying, "Yes, baby, harder, give me that cock harder, fuck my cunt with your big cock. Use that cock to make my tight little cunt hurt. Please use that big fuck tool and hurt me. Ram that fuck tool into my cunt harder. Oh baby, HARDER!! She was screaming loud enough I was concerned the neighbors would hear. I was giving it to her as hard as I could. Her legs were locked behind my back pulling me deep in her.
"Oh yes baby, I need your ball juice. Pump it into me! I'm cumming, give me all your hot cum, fill me up. My cunt is yours to use and fill."
I could feel her cunt muscles spasm clamping around my cock as her orgasm hit her. That was all it took for me to lose control as I felt my balls empty and the wave of a fantastic orgasm flooded over me. I was exhausted and spent.
After a couple minutes to catch our breath, Kristie said, "Baby that felt so good. I really needed your cock tonight."
I was too exhausted to say anything. We exchanged a passionate kiss and fell asleep in each other's arms.
***
The next three weeks were almost unbearable. It was like someone put a time freeze on the calendar. I struggled to make it through each day. Kristie had not mentioned her upcoming birthday. I kept in contact with George and Stan. George had arranged with the manager of the hotel to get the room for free on the condition he would be allowed to attend and participate. George assured me he was a nice guy and could be trusted. I discussed my thoughts with him about being the auctioneer. He laughed and thanked me. He said he thought it would be fun. He told me that he and Stan had arranged for eight men and two women to attend the auction. He said when he approached the men each thought he was pulling their leg. I had sent George and Stan a photo of Kristie in a sexy bikini so they could show those they were talking to what Kristie looked like. When they finally convinced the potential bidders the birthday fantasy was for real, each one was anxious to participate. He told each of them to bring a fist full of cash if they wanted to make this beautiful woman's fantasy come true. George said he needed Kristie's clothing measurements. He said a couple of the scheduled bidders had asked because they wanted to purchase clothing of their own preference for Kristie to wear. If they didn't win, they would simply return the items purchased. I agreed to look at Kristie's clothes, get the information and email it to him the following day.
With the room, auctioneer and bidders lined up, the next step was to get Kristie to the hotel on Friday. The hotel was located just over 75 miles north of us, near the Interstate. The manager had confirmed they had no conventions or big events scheduled. He said the hotel would have several vacancies and the room he had selected for the auction was in the basement of the hotel, near the elevator. He even reserved a large suite on the top floor for the winning bidder, if he or she wanted to utilize it.
I had worked on my computer making a list of the rules or conditions of the sale. Included in the list was the refund plus 50% penalty if Kristie stopped the fantasy prior to the scheduled conclusion. The fantasy was to begin Friday evening at 8:00 PM with an "Inspection Hour" giving the bidders an opportunity to "inspect" the slave. At 9:00 PM the inspection period would come to an end with the start of the auction immediately following.
The plan was, after being displayed for the bidders to probe, pinch, and generally molest Kristie for one hour, she would be given the opportunity to call a halt to the fantasy. If she did not stop the fantasy at that point, she would be given one more opportunity to stop the fantasy, which would be just before the auctioneer declared her "Sold" to the highest bidder. At that point she would be committed to the fantasy with all the penalties and conditions agreed upon prior to the auction. Once the auctioneer announced she had been sold, she would be the winning bidder's property to use as he, or she, desired until midnight Sunday. It was decided that I would explain to Kristie which of her fantasies I had selected and how her birthday fantasy would be played out.
The rules I drafted for the birthday fantasy were as follows:
General RulesAfter discussing the list with George and Stan it was decided the list would be read by the auctioneer (George) prior to the auction. A printed copy would be given the winning bidder. I would keep a second copy, which the winning bidder would sign thereby showing his/her agreement to the terms of the fantasy/sale.
The days kept dragging. When Tuesday finally arrived, I had some decisions to make. How and when should I tell Kristie of the plans for her birthday this coming weekend? I was excited, but this was by far the most elaborate birthday fantasy I had ever set up for my wife. If everything went as planned, I was confident this would be one of the most memorable.
My plans included telling Kristie tomorrow evening that her birthday fantasy would involve her from Friday evening until midnight Sunday. I decided this was all I would share with her until Thursday evening when I would reveal most of the remaining details.
As soon as I walked through the door after arriving home Thursday Kristie was after me to share the details of her birthday fantasy. She was like a little kid at Christmas. The big difference was that her present was not a gift suitable for any small child! She is so cute when she is like this. I kissed her and instead of answering her question, I acted as if I did not hear her and asked, "Babe what's for dinner." She gave me a pouting look, then smiled and hugged me. I felt her hand on the front of my pants. Her fingers tightened on my cock as she gave it a squeeze. Looking into my eyes, she gave me a grin and said, "I have my own ways to get you to tell me what I want to know." My cock was so damn hard, and she knew from the hardness of my cock that I was thinking about her birthday fantasy.
I said, "Honey, after we eat, I promise I will share all the details with you." She gave me a confident smile like she had accomplished her goal. Giving my cock a final hard squeeze she spun around and led the way to the dining room. She had gone all out with the meal for this evening. We sat and ate a delicious Italian meal complete with wine and cheese cake dessert. She had even dressed for the evening. She was wearing one of her shortest skirts, a transparent blouse with no bra and a matching pair of sexy stiletto heels.
After finishing the meal and helping her clean the table, I took her hand and led her into the living room. I had her take a seat on the love seat. Sitting beside her I looked at my beautiful wife and told her how much I love her. This was the point where I had to share the details of the plans, or at least most of them. I had decided some of the details I would hold back as a surprise. For example, I was keeping the fact that George would be the auctioneer a surprise. I figured this would make it a little more stressful on her when she saw someone she knew taking part in the fantasy.
Holding both her hands, I looked into her eyes and said, "Baby, you know I love you more that life itself." I could see her excitement. She was nodding her head and actually bouncing on the couch. "I have selected another fantasy for your birthday. It is one of your fantasies that I want you to experience as a reality." She was looking at me with that cute small child anxiousness. "Your birthday fantasy this year has a very good chance of being the most memorable I have ever given you." I stopped and looked at her asking, "Which of your fantasies excites you the most?"
Her facial expression turned from excitement to a questioning look. She said, "That's hard to answer. There are several I have shared with you, but I'm not sure which is the most exciting. Some I know would be impossible to set up and those will remain fantasies, but for those you could make happen, I really have no idea which would be my favorite."
"This year will be a big one. With the help of some friends, whom I will not name until later, I have been working on it for a full month. Do you remember your fantasies involving strangers?"
"That really narrows it down. I have a few involving strangers, but I'm still not sure which one you are talking about."
"This fantasy will begin tomorrow evening at 8:00 PM and unless you stop it, you will live the fantasy until midnight Sunday." I could not tell what she was thinking, so I continued. "Does this excite you?"
"Honey, you have never given me a birthday fantasy that lasted over a few hours. You are telling me this one is 52 hours long?"
I nodded my head, "Yes baby that's correct." Looking into her beautiful green eyes, I was trying to figure out if this was scaring her and what she was thinking.
"Okay, spill it. You have me so anxious I'm about to pee my panties, or I guess it is really just a thong."
"Baby, hold on this is going to be a lot of information and I hope you want to go through with it. You will have a couple opportunities to stop it. Your last opportunity to stop it will be a little after 9:00 o'clock tomorrow evening. At that point you are committed, but even then you can back out, but I will explain all that now."
"When I get home from the office tomorrow you need to be ready to leave. You will not need much, but you may want to pack two or three of your sexiest outfits. When I get home we will leave and drive up the Interstate to that city with the winery we love so much." I paused to see if she remembered the place. She nodded her head indicating she knew the place.
"You probably don't remember but there is a hotel just off the Interstate with the fountain out front."
"Baby, you don't want me to get naked in the fountain do you?" Laughing I said, "No, that's not what I meant. It is just that the hotel with the fountain is where the birthday fantasy will begin." So far, so good, I thought. "We have a room at the hotel. We have to be there no later than 7:00 o'clock.
"Is the fantasy an orgy with strangers? You said it involves strangers." Shaking my head, I said, "No, that's not exactly the theme of the fantasy." I definitely had her attention now. "Well then what is it?" She was excited. Her hand had made its way back to the front of my slacks. I was trying to concentrate on telling her about the fantasy as she was squeezing my hard cock.
"Do you remember how often you have told me of your fantasy of being auctioned off as a sex slave?" At the mention of the word "auctioned" her eyes lit up like a 1000 watt light bulb.
"Really, I'm going to be auctioned off like a piece of meat to some man?"
"Yes, the fantasy is for you to be auctioned off, but I can't guarantee it will be a man who buys you. I have been told there are a couple of women who plan to attend and may bid on you."
"I can't believe this. This is one of the fantasies I never dreamed you would be able to make happen. This is awesome!" At that she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that took my breath.
"Okay, I take it that you like my selection for your birthday fantasy this year? We have some details to cover first and make sure you are in agreement. We have a conference room at the hotel to which there will be strict access rules. Only those invited will be allowed to enter, or know what is going on inside." Kristie was listening and nodding her head as her fingers were still tightly gripping my cock.
"Baby you hand feels really good. A few minutes before 8:00 we need to have you ready in the room. You will be wearing a blindfold so you can't see the people as they enter the room. Trust me it is only to make your enjoyment more intense. At 8:00 the invited guests will be allowed into the room for what I'm calling the "Inspection Hour." You will be naked and on display for the invited guests who will be allowed to touch you anywhere and in any manner they like. You will answer their questions if they should ask you a direct question. Otherwise, you will not say anything, but may moan if you are aroused and feel the need to do so." I could not sense any change in her excitement, so I continued. "At 9:00 the time given for the guests to inspect the property, to be auctioned, will come to an end. I will be in the room the entire time. At this point, if you want, you can call it off and nobody will be upset. They will have had the opportunity to molest you and there will be several hard cocks and a couple wet cunts, I'm certain."
"If you don't stop it at that point, the guests will be provided a list of rules and conditions. It is very important for you to carefully consider if you want to continue or not. One of the conditions of the auction is if you stop the fantasy any time after the auctioneer announces you have been SOLD, we have to refund the money the winning bidder pays along with a 50% penalty for early termination of the fantasy. I expect the price paid for you to be substantial. That means the penalty could cause us quite a financial hardship. The reason for the penalty is to provide incentive for you to live the fantasy to the end. With the people who have been selected to attend the auction, I see no reason that you would terminate the fantasy. You are most likely going to feel pain from being punished and exposed to embarrassing or humiliating situations. I fully expect you to be the center of entertainment for the entire weekend." I was looking at her trying to figure out if she would go through with this? Her expression did not change much as I explained the details I had shared so far.
"I have the list of conditions and rules that you need to look over. Make sure you understand them. We can discuss any changes you would like to make." I handed her a sheet of paper with the rules and conditions of the sale. She removed her hand from my cock and took the paper from me. As she was reading them I placed my hand high on her thigh. She spread her legs upon feeling my hand, but did not take her eyes off the paper as she carefully read the contents. I slowly moved my hand higher to her pussy. Even with her thong on I could feel her moisture. She was absolutely drenched! I started to finger her clit as she looked up from the sheet of paper. "This is really going to happen, isn't it?"
"Only if this is a fantasy you want to happen. We can call it off if this is too much."
"Who are the bidder's going to be and how many will be in the room?"
"If you remember the fantasy as I recall, the winning bidder must be a stranger to both of us. In order to get strangers I enlisted some help from trusted friends to help select the bidders. I'm pretty sure neither of us will know any of those who will be bidding on you. There will be around ten or eleven people in the room who have been cleared to bid along with the auctioneer and me."
"Do you have any concerns or questions about the rules?"
"No, but they look pretty serious."
"I know and I don't expect any of those bad things to happen, but it is best to make it clear this is for fun and enjoyment, not for some sadistic bastard to get his kicks hurting you. I will not be there to watch over you as I have been in the past. I need to make sure we take every precaution to make sure you are safe and have fun."
She moved in close and hugged me. "Honey I know you would not let me get hurt." I hoped she was right. If she was hurt I would never forgive myself.
"I do have one question for now, but probably more before tomorrow night. While these strangers have their fun using my body and have me doing all sorts of perverted things, what will you be doing?"
"I really don't have any plans for the weekend other than to just hang around my phone in case you call or when I come to pick you up Sunday night. Why do you ask?"
"I was thinking you will most likely not be able to stop thinking or worrying about me the entire time. You will be sitting here at home thinking about me and wondering what I'm doing, you will likely have your hard cock in your hand and will be jerking it off until your cock is so red and raw I will not be able to use it for a month." I grinned, knowing she was probably pretty close to what would probably be going on.
"If I'm going to have the cocks of strangers filling me all weekend, it is only fair that you have someone to help pass the time with. Do you think your sexy little secretary Erica would be willing to keep you company?"
Now you know why I love this woman so much! "I can ask her, but are you sure you want me to bring another woman to our home to share our marriage bed while you are away?"
"I know you love me, and she is in no way a threat to the love we share. Do you believe the thoughts you are going to have this weekend, knowing what I'm doing, are going to make you horny?"
"There is no question about that. Of course I will be horny."
"Well then, you have told me she is a little sex machine, so ask her to come over. You need to enjoy yourself. When this weekend is behind us, I think it is time for Erica and me to become intimately acquainted."
"Sounds like a great plan to me. I will ask her tomorrow and see if she has plans."
"Baby, this is so hot. If I know you like I think I do, you are probably not telling me everything you have planned for my birthday fantasy. I'm so horny right now I can hardly stand it. I need your cock in me right now!"
"That may be a problem, because part of my plan is to deliver you to the auction in a very high state of arousal. I decided ahead of time that last night was going to be the last cock you were getting until you take on your role as a sex slave tomorrow evening."
She grimaced and said, "That's not fair. You tell me about this and make me so horny it will look like I'm peeing my panties. I will not be able to go out of the house tomorrow because I will have pussy juice running down my legs."
"I'm glad you brought that up, you are forbidden to masturbate between now and the auction. I want you to be willing to do anything the winning bidder asks of you for his or her relief."
"Baby, I will be climbing the walls, but I will obey your rules and will just suffer until I get relief, hopefully tomorrow evening."
I smiled at her and reached up to pinch her nipples through her blouse. She said, "You don't play fair, but I love you so much it hurts. You know how sensitive my nipples are."
"If you really want to do something, you could suck the load of cum that has been building in my balls." She grinned and said, "If I can't have any then you can't either. I'm sure Erica will enjoy the massive load you will have ready for her."
***
I woke up Friday morning feeling Kristie's hand wrapped loosely around my cock. She was asleep, so I carefully slid her hand off me and got out of bed. My mind was spinning from our conversation the night before. I knew today would be a long one in anticipation of our planned erotic adventures later this evening.
When I arrived at the office, Erica was sitting at her desk talking to someone on the phone. She smiled at me as she continued to talk. She swiveled her chair to the side showing me her legs. She looked around as if to see if anyone was watching, and then lifted her skirt showing me she wasn't wearing any panties. I motioned for her to come into my office when she was finished. She nodded her head and went back to the conversation.
After a few minutes my door opened and Erica entered. "Mr. Adams, is there something I can do for you?"
"Erica, I need to talk to you."
"Sure, what is it about? I'm sorry about that at the desk. I was just having some fun teasing you."
"Erica, relax. I like when you do that. I look forward to coming to work just to see you. You make my day every morning. You just continue to tease like that. I love it. On a more serious point, the reason I asked you to step in here is to talk to you about a personal issue. I don't know a lot about your personal life. What do you do when you are not here keeping me going?"
"Not a lot, Sir. I like to go to the beach, and hang out with my friends. My mother and I are very close. We spend a lot of time together."
"Do you have a boyfriend? I have never heard you talk about one."
"Not currently. I had one, but he and I broke up about a year ago. I have never put forth the effort to find another one. Most of the guys who are interested in me are not my type."
"What is your type, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Not at all. I find a connection most often with guys who are several years older than me. I think guys around my age are immature and prefer to not waste my time on them."
"Pardon me, but it sounds like you like guys my age."
She gave me one of her cock hardening smiles, and said, "Mr. Adams, you are exactly in my age preference. If you were not married, I would be all over you. My problem is I want guys I can't have. I also find one of my Uncles very attractive. If we weren't related I would be all over him, but since I'm his niece I'm sure he would have none of that incest stuff."
"It sounds to me like incest would not stop you, if it was up to you. Am I correct?"
"Maybe. I'm not really hung up on all that crap. He is hot and I would like to see if he is as hot as I think he would be. I hope you don't think I'm a slut or anything like that."
"Erica, I might surprise you if you knew everything about me. I would really like to get to know you better, but don't want to destroy our relationship here at the office."
"I'm not sure I know what you mean, Mr. Adams?"
"Well, Erica what I'm about to tell you is something not commonly known to anyone here at the company. As you know, my wife Kristie is a beautiful woman."
"Yes Sir she is hot. I really admire her selection of clothes, jewelry and the way she keeps herself in shape. I know most any woman would love to have her looks and her body."
"Yes, she is quite a looker. We are deeply in love, but there is something about us, I want to share with you. The thing is this is very personal and I trust you to keep what I'm about to tell you in strict confidence. You can't share it with anyone. Can you do that?"
"Sure Mr. Adams. You can trust me to keep your secrets. I also value your trust in me."
"Erica, my wife Kristie is beautiful like you have observed, but one thing you don't know about her is that she and I have what some people might see as a rather strange relationship, when compared to other couples you may know. Kristie and I have what is called an Open Marriage. Have you ever heard that term?"
"Yes, I think I understand. You mean you and your wife fuck other people. Please pardon my language."
"No pardon necessary. Yes, we do have sex with other people, but never behind each other's back. We always tell each other who we have been with and when. In fact, I have told her about our special times and how sexy you are. I tell her how well you take care of me and how beautiful your naked body is."
"You do?"
"Yes, does that bother you?"
"I guess not, if she does not mind."
"That brings me to what I wanted to discuss with you. Understand you are under no pressure to agree to what I'm about to ask. You will not offend me if you tell me no. Kristie is going to be occupied this weekend and she knows I will be home alone. She knows how horny I get and suggested I have you come over and spend the weekend with me. We would have the whole house to ourselves and between some wild and passionate fuck marathons, we might be able to have a nice dinner and maybe even take in a movie. You could be my date for the weekend, and it was actually Kristie who suggested you keep me company. If you are interested I will have Kristie give you a call and confirm to you it is ok with her and she would know we would be enjoying each other sexually. I would like for you to take some time to think about it. If you think it is something you would be interested in doing, you could come over tomorrow morning and stay until Sunday evening. I have to pick Kristie up from her event at midnight Sunday."
"Gee Mr. Adams. That's wild and sounds like fun. Let me think about it and I will let you know before we go home this evening."
"Great. I will have Kristie give you a call so you can discuss it with her and maybe put your mind a little more at ease."
"Okay, thank you Mr. Adams."
She turned to leave and I watched as that cute little ass wiggled out of the office. I thought to myself that this was going to be a wild weekend. While I was thinking about it, I picked up the phone and called Kristie's cell phone.
"Hey honey, I was just thinking about you."
"Really, hope it was making that pussy of yours wet."
"You know it was. I'm so excited to take on my role as the sex slave girl this evening. The idea of the "Inspection Hour" has me dripping wet just thinking about it. Not being able to see the people as they touch me is so hot. It has me so excited. Do you think anyone will put their cock in me or finger me while I'm blindfolded?"
"I really don't know. According to the rules they are permitted to do so if they want. You might want to make sure your ass is cleaned out just in case."
"Oh, the thought of that's making my juices run down my leg. I'm not wearing anything now. I figure I will likely spend most of my weekend naked, so might as well get started. Besides that, I would just make anything I had on now wet with my juices."
"Baby, my cock is aching for you. Speaking of my hard cock, I talked to Erica and she is thinking about coming over for the weekend, like you suggested. Can you do me a favor and call her. Confirm for her it was your idea and you would consider it a personal favor if she would look after me over the weekend. She doesn't know any of the details about this weekend. She only knows you are going to be busy the entire weekend and away from the house."
"Sure, I have no problem with that. It will give me a chance to get to know her better, which will hopefully set the course for the threesome I want to include her in."
"I sincerely appreciate that. Remember to have everything packed and ready to go when I get home. Also, I forgot to tell you to not wear any undergarments and wear something loose fitting. When you are displayed for the bidders I don't want to spoil the image they will have of you by having pressure marks on your skin from your bra or panties caused by elastic or tight clothing. I want them to see the perfect skin of my gorgeous slave's sexy body."
Kristie laughed at my comments. She said she would make sure to not wear anything that would cause marks and said she would call Erica in a few minutes. I thanked her and hung up. With the phone still in my hand my mind was racing. Maybe checking in with George would be a good idea. I can make sure everything is ready.
After talking to Mike, I hung up the phone and could not stop thinking about the upcoming weekend. Mike spending the weekend with Erica was my idea, although I believe he was wondering what he would do with me out of the house. After he told me about the plans, it was only fair for him to have someone to keep him company; otherwise the time would drag by with him constantly thinking about what I was doing. He would likely stroke his cock so much he would have friction burns on it and be of no good to me when I came home Sunday night.
He has told me what a hot number his personal secretary is and has told me she has given him several blow jobs. He has described in detail the times he has fucked her on the couch in his office. I met her for the first time shortly after Mike hired her and was struck by her youth and beauty. She is adorable, young and has a body that would make any man stop in his tracks and take a moment to ogle her. I have met her several more times since that first introduction. We have talked at various office social functions and I have always been impressed with her appearance, sense of style and her youthful demeanor.
Mike told me he has explained to her we have a rather unorthodox marriage where we do what makes us happy as long as we tell each other about it and share the experience with each other afterwards. This often leads to some awesomely hot sex afterwards.
As I said earlier, when Mike told me about the plans he made for me this weekend, I immediately had the thought it was important for him to also have an enjoyable weekend and the idea of having Erica fill that need seemed only natural. She is now around 21 years of age, has long hair to the middle of her back. It is styled much like my hair, only hers is a rich brunette with a hint of red. I knew if she did not keep him company this weekend would likely be absolute torture for Mike as he would think of nothing but me and what was happening with my fantasy.
According to what he just said, he has spoken with her, but would like for me to call her and let her know it is acceptable with me for her to spend the weekend at our house serving his every need. She is young and with her looks and stamina, she will be able to keep him worn out and keep his mind off of me.
I decided now was the best time to give Erica a call and talk to her about the weekend. What was I going to say to her? After all, on the previous occasions the conversations were very friendly, but sexual and absolutely nothing like this one was going to be. This conversation was going to be much different from our previous friendly chit chat. I figured I would just call and go with the flow of the conversation. As I dialed I was thinking to myself, if this turns out like I hope, maybe we can get together for a threesome or maybe even just she and I can spend some alone time together. I love cock, but there is something about a woman's soft skin and body that's so arousing. I do like women, but just thinking about this young thing really got my attention even more than just another woman. I have never told Mike of my attraction to women, but he knows I have had some very hot sex with women. He knows I had affairs with women in college, but have even had some sexual encounters since graduating from college and a few times during our marriage. Mike has enjoyed watching me with another woman several times. More often than not these were with women in our Swinger group.
The phone was ringing and I heard that familiar voice I get each time I call Mike at the office.
"Hello, Mr. Adams office, Erica speaking."
"Erica, this is Kristie Adams."
"Yes Mrs. Adams, just a minute and I will put you through."
"No wait. Erica, it is you I called to speak with."
"Oh really, what is it that I can do for you?"
"Mike told me he talked to you about me being out of town this weekend."
"Yes, he did say something about it."
"Erica, I know this is just plain awkward for both of us, but I want you to know that I do know what Mike told you, because I told him I wanted him to ask you to come over and take care of him, if you don't have any plans."
"Yes Mrs. Adams. He did tell me about you being busy and that you had suggested I keep him company."
"That's right. I would consider it a personal favor if you could find the time to do this for me, but understand if you have plans or don't feel comfortable socializing with your boss away from the office."
"Mrs. Adams it is not that I have plans or don't want to spend some time with him, I just wanted to be absolutely sure you approve of me being there while you are gone."
"Erica, please excuse my bluntness. You are a beautiful and very sexy young woman. I know how men are around women and I want to make sure we have no misunderstandings. I want you to know going into this what I would like from you and to let you know what Mike expects, if you decide to help me out."
"Okay, I appreciate that."
"Erica it is like this. As you know Mike is a man with lots of sexual energy and if he is left on his own, who knows what he will do. If you don't mind, I would like you to spend the entire weekend, if possible, at our home. During that time I expect you to dress appropriately as defined entirely by you and Mike. I suspect and expect you will need to pack very little since most of the time you are in our home Mike will want you to be completely naked or if you are wearing something it will be something that will not hide any of your beautiful female charms. I'm sure whatever you two decide on will only serve to add to his excitement and keep his cock hard. I expect him to want you to take care of that cock with your expert female talents. Okay, sorry to be blunt, but there it is."
"Okay, Mrs. Adams."
"Did I shock you Erica? I'm sorry if I did, but I did not want you to have any doubts as to what I approve of you doing while with my husband."
"Mrs. Adams, I'm a little shocked, but I sort of knew what Mr. Adams wanted when he asked, I was just not sure, until now, that you approve of our relationship."
"First, please call me Kristie. I'm asking you to fuck my husband and keep his balls drained over the weekend, I think once we have reached the point where we can discuss something like that, it is appropriate for you to use my first name."
I laughed after saying that and could hear Erica laughing on the other end of the line.
"Mrs. Adams, I mean Kristie; I guess when you put it that way I have to agree. Let me check a few things and make sure I have nothing pressing. I need to call my mother and let her know I'm busy this weekend and will not be over Sunday. We normally spend Sundays together, but I really want to spend the weekend taking care of Mr. Adams."
"Fantastic! I really do appreciate this and I have one more request of you."
"What is that?"
"After this weekend is behind us, I would like to get to know you better. I realize you are younger than me, but I think we can be friends and I really do want to get to know you better. Does that sound okay with you?"
"I would like that Kristie. After I check my schedule I will let Mr. Adams know we talked and whether or not I can do it. I really hope it works out so I can. Thank you so much for calling and putting my mind at ease. You really have a nice husband and I adore working for him."
"Enjoy yourself and keep him occupied. He has told me you and he have a very special relationship. I enjoy him telling me about the times you and he spend on the couch."
I could almost hear her blushing over the phone. "Erica, I will be busy and want you to keep his mind off thinking about me and keep it focused on your sexy body. Thank you so much for doing this and I will call so we can do lunch or something sometime next week. Bye for now."
"Bye-bye Kristie."
The phone disconnected and I smiled to myself thinking I had just made sure Mike would be occupied and I would be able to enjoy myself. I wonder what Mike is thinking right now. I'm so excited to get this weekend started.
My cock was hard as I dialed George's number. He answered on the first ring. "Is everything okay? Are we still on? Did Kristie back out on the fantasy?"
"Slow down buddy. I told Kristie most of the plan last night. She is very excited, but she does not know you are going to be the auctioneer."
"That's good. I figure I can add to her embarrassment when she discovers I will be selling her for you."
"That's the plan. I will have her in the room with a blindfold on at 8:00 when you start allowing the bidders entry into the room. Just make sure she does not see you when we arrive or when we are going to the room for the auction. Once the blindfold is on, you can come into the room. You can even molest her a little or a lot during the inspection hour. It is up to you, but I do want you to enjoy yourself tonight. I want to see her expression if someone puts his cock in her. She can't see it coming and I told her it was possible and permissible."
"Buddy is your cock as hard as mine? She is your wife and I want to fuck her so bad. Does she know Stan and I each get her for a day after it is all over?"
"No, I did not want her to know who had helped me put this together. I will let her know her fantasy is not over when I pick her up Sunday evening. I will tell her I'm using her body to pay off some favors."
"Buddy, that sounds great! I told Stan and he is very excited."
"I'm ready to get out of the office and head up there. Kristie is packed and ready to go. She appears to be very excited. This should be a great weekend. Hey, by the way, what is the typical commission for an auctioneer? I want to pay you something for doing this, and figure a percentage of the sale price would be reasonable."
"No, you don't, absolutely not! Getting to have your fuckin hot Kristie as my very own little sex slave is payment enough. Kristie is a gorgeous piece of female flesh and is more than enough payment for what little we did."
"You have my word, you will get her for a full 24 hours, but I also want to give you something for tonight. Let's say, 10% for professional services. Paying someone to auction off my slave makes the fantasy just that much more exciting. Who knows, 10% may be a chunk of cash you can use to buy something you want."
"If you insist, okay, but really I'm honored to be a part of it and that you trust me to help you with something like this. After all, you are putting a lot of trust in me by placing Kristie's safety in my hands. I really think we have a good lineup of bidders. These guys and gals are so excited, even if they don't win, just to be invited and get to see it is masturbation material for the rest of their lives. Not to mention the experience of being able to fondle and molest a blindfolded nude piece of ass as sexy as Kristie."
"I told Kristie she has up until you announce the slave has been sold to back out. I don't think she will back out, but be sure you don't miss her expressing her desire to stop the fantasy if she would happen to do so. Once she is sold, the penalty kicks in and I don't want to pay that 50% penalty."
"Okay, will do. I will keep an eye out for you tonight and make sure I'm not seen. Give me a call when you have her in the room, so I can get set up outside and allow the bidders to enter at 8:00. I'm anxious to see their faces when they see how hot Kristie is. See you at the hotel."
With that we hung up. I heard a knock on the door. I knew it had to be Erica. "Come in." Erica opened the door and asked if I was busy. "I'm never too busy for you."
"I just wanted to check with you and let you know Mrs. Adams called.
"Oh, does she need me to call?"
"No Sir, she called to talk to me."
"Good. Is everything okay?"
"She is always very nice. She told me she would appreciate it if I would look after you while she was out of the house this weekend. She said if I wanted to, she wanted me to take care of you in any manner I would like. Then she said, and I'm quoting her, 'Erica, I want you to understand I mean ANYTHING. You not only have my permission, it would be a personal favor to me if you make sure he is happy.' Can you believe that? I admit what you two have is out of the ordinary, but it also nice that you don't have to hide our involvement from her. My family is a little out of the ordinary as well."
"Did she answer your questions?"
"Yes, and she was so easy to talk to. I would like to get to know her better; I think we could be good friends. That's if you don't mind."
"Of course I don't mind. I think it would make Mrs. Adams very happy to get to know you better and be able to call you her friend."
I did not tell her, but thought to myself "Kristie wants to get to know you MUCH better and learn what that sweet little pussy of yours tastes like." I figured this would all come in due time if I could just get them together. Maybe after this fantasy was all behind us I would have Kristie come and take Erica to lunch. That would be a good ice breaker.
"That sounds great Erica. I'm really looking forward to spending some intimate time with you this weekend. Needless to say, you don't need to pack a lot of clothes for the weekend."
With a shy little smile, she waved her hand at me and said, "Oh Mr. Adams. If I did not know better I would think you have intentions that are less than honorable."
"Absolutely Miss. The wife of your boss has given you instructions to fuck your boss the entire weekend. You don't want to disappoint her do you? She could tell him to fire you if you were not attentive to your responsibilities."
We both laughed and I asked, "Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to drive yourself?"
"My car is in the shop, so if you don't mind picking me up, that would be great. Also your neighbors might start gossiping if they saw a strange car in your drive all weekend."
"Screw what the neighbors think, but I would love to pick you up. I would like to see your apartment and maybe make sure your bed is in working order. How about 9:00 Saturday morning? I have to go get Kristie Sunday evening, so I will just drop you off at your place Sunday evening on my way out of town to pick her up, if that's okay."
"Great, I will be ready! And Mr. Adams, I'm very happy you are concerned about the suitability of my bed. I appreciate you personally wanting to check and make sure it is okay." She momentarily took my mind off the events of tonight as I watched her tight little ass wiggle as she hurried out the door.
I looked at the clock and saw it was 3:30. I decided I could wait no longer, I would head home, get Kristie and we would get a head start on the weekend. As I passed Erica, I told her I was taking the rest of the day off and she could leave if she did not have anything pressing she needed to do. I told her I would see her the following morning. In a much softer voice, I leaned over and said, "Remember, you don't need to pack a lot in the way of clothing. You are not going to need much." I then stood up and grinned as she blushed and returned my smile.
I thought to myself, damn she is so fuckin cute. I grabbed my briefcase and walked out to my car. Tomorrow was going to be a lot of fun. I had every intention of leaving Erica sore and barely able to walk by Sunday evening. I would have to tell her to not worry about coming into the office Monday.
As I left the building I was on top of the world. My life could not get much better than it was right now and I did not even care that my cock was about to explode or that anyone near me could see the tent in my slacks.
Placing my briefcase behind the seat I jumped in and pointed the nose of my Mercedes S-Class S550 convertible toward home and mashed down hard on the gas. The car surged forward without hesitation propelling me toward my beautiful Kristie.
I pulled up in the drive and jumped out of the car. I practically ran into the house. As I opened the front door, my eyes fell on the most magnificent sight. My wonderful wife stood before me in all her naked glory.
Strapped on her sexy little feet was the sexiest pair of shoes she owns. They are a sexy red and have four inch heels. She said they call them Caged Stiletto pumps. I love the way they display her feet. They are very open and are held to her feet by just a few very narrow red leather straps. Her feet are fully on display except for the tiny bit of flesh hidden by the straps that give the illusion of bondage. She held her fingers out to show me she had a fresh manicure and pedicure.
Her makeup looked like it had been professionally applied, but I knew she had most likely done it herself. Kristie is an artist with her makeup. She is such a feminine and sexy woman. It looked like she was wearing hardly any makeup at all, but what was there emphasized her face perfectly. She wore the diamond stud earrings in her pierced ears. I had bought them for her last year. They were flawless and had a total weight of 1.5 carats. They sparkled in her ears. She had left her hair long and straight but had it pulled back into a pony tail showing off her earrings. She had gotten a Brazilian waxing the day before. I could detect the very faint aroma of her perfume. It was not overpowering at all, but her perfume was just enough to get the attention of and harden any straight man's cock. I always thought, if given the chance, Kristie had the looks and personality to make a gay guy go straight. Standing there looking at her I could not imagine a more perfect female body. Unlike many women, Kristie did not have any tattoos to detract from her silky smooth perfect skin. The only piercings she had were in her ear lobes and through her clit. The latter was at my request. I told her only I'md her lovers would ever know she had it. After getting it, she told me it really did enhance the feelings in her clit when licked or when a cock rubbed against it. I had commented on her getting her nipples pierced, but had left it up to her to decide if she wanted to do it. She had not done it yet, but I was hopeful she would eventually get them done.
My wife is an awesome female who has the ability to know exactly what each man craves in the woman he is with, and how to deliver his fantasy woman to him. I don't just mean she is a terrific fuck, but her whole attitude of submission to her man willingly letting him use her body to bring himself pleasure. She has a way to read his secret thoughts and become his ultimate fantasy woman. This ability to read men makes her so sexy and brings a quality to her that makes me very proud she is mine. On top of that she is dynamite arm candy, but it really goes far beyond that. When you wrap up the entire package, she is simply one of a kind.
"Babe, you're home early."
"Yes, I know, but I could not wait one more minute to see you. I thought we could get an early start and not have to worry about the time. We can enjoy ourselves and talk about the auction."
"Sounds wonderful. I thought I would wear this wrap around dress. It is short and sexy and will not imprint my skin with ugly lines. Do you like it?"
It was a red satin dress that hit her high on the thigh. If she bent over very much at all anyone behind her would be able to see she was not wearing panties. "What is there to not like about anything you wear? It looks hot and everyone will like it."
"Thanks Honey. I can wear it to the room you have reserved for the auction, easily slip out of it and you can put the blindfold on me. After the auction, if allowed, I can slip it back on and continue with this wonderful birthday fantasy you have arranged. I can hardly wait. Just look at my legs."
I did and saw moisture running down the inside of each leg all the way to the instep of her feet. She saw me looking and said, "I'm making a mess. I have never been this turned on in my entire life and it is even in my shoes. You realize you are married to a total slut."
"Baby, you are MY slut and I'm extremely proud of you. I love it when men catch a glimpse of you and I can see the envy in their eyes. It is obvious from their eyes, they wish with their entire being that they were me and that you belonged to them."
Kristie had that look in her eyes. I could tell she was aroused and ready for the fantasy to begin. "Please, let's get going before I cum right here and soak the carpet with pussy juice."
I grabbed her small overnight bag as she placed her hand on my elbow. I led her out our door to the car. Opening her door, she slid into the passenger's seat, buckled her seat belt and opened her dress below the belt. She looked up at me and knew she had my full attention as she gave me a sexy smile. I rushed to place her bag in the small trunk and jumped in behind the wheel.
"Wait, I think we should just forget the fantasy, I need to take you back in the house and fuck that wet cunt of yours! Baby, my cock is so hard it is painful."
"Oh, no you don't. I offered you my pussy last night and you denied me." Holding the flap of her skirt open she said, "Tonight some stranger is going to get to put his cock in this wet cunt and use it to deposit his big load of hot thick cum." With that she inserted her finger into her pussy and put it to my nose to smell, and then put it in her mouth cleaning her juices from her long manicured finger. I thought I was going to cum in my pants right then and there without even touching my cock!
She turned facing forward and said, "Off to the auction, Master. Your slave is ready to have her ass sold to a stranger and make you proud. Some lucky guy is going to get to put his cock where you would not put yours last night. I will be sure to be a good slave and give him the ride of his life."
I looked at her and said, "Lady you are evil. It is not nice to tease me like that."
She simply smiled, blew me a kiss, then turned her head to look forward.
"And remember, it may not be a cock in this little pussy tonight. I have heard it is a possibility you may be eating pussy all night. There will be some women bidding on the opportunity to use the body of the slave auctioned to the highest bidder tonight."
"Oh yea, I remember you said I might be sold to a woman?"
"That's correct. Who knows what will happen tonight." I smiled and turned the key in the ignition. The car roared to life.
I knew this was going to be too hot for her to be able to resist seeing it to the end.
As we drove up the Interstate, the convertible rode low and every truck and car we passed could see into the car and see Kristie. Her warp around dress was very loosely tied allowing the wind to blow it open and give lucky motorists we passed a glimpse of her tits and pussy. Several people honked and I just waved and drove on.
With the heavy traffic, it took almost two hours to reach the hotel. Kristie straightened her clothes and brushed her hair, but she left the belt very loosely tied around her waist. After all, I told her I did not want any pressure marks on her skin. Entering the hotel I asked for Paul, the manager. George had given me his name and told me to ask for him personally.
When Paul arrived I judged him to be I his early 50's. He was very pleasant and well dressed. I gave him our names and told him George had told me to ask for him. At the mention of George's name, I knew I had Paul's undivided attention. He immediately understood who we were and why we were there. His eyes snapped to Kristie and even though he was shaking my hand, his eyes were devouring Kristie as he slowly scanned her from head to toe. I glanced down and saw the unmistakable bulge of his hard cock. I thought to myself, this is going to be fun.
Kristie saw his attention and did a little curtsey. I thought this might be over the top, but Paul was even more enthralled with Kristie. His face tuned beet red and I knew exactly what he was thinking. She does know how to work a man and knew what it took to have him eating out of her hand. She is an expert at working men.
I'm confident in my ability to get men to do what I want. Being a woman and able to control men is always fun. I decided to give Paul, the hotel manager, a quick little curtsey, which had the desired effect. Outwardly his face turned so red it looked like his face was on fire. I knew on the inside I had lit a fire in his groin. Women don't curtsey very often and it is really a shame. From my viewpoint a curtsey is very feminine and conveys to a man the submissive attitude of the woman and her willingness to submit to the man in any way he desires of her. Anyway, when I do it that's the message I'm trying to convey. Doing a curtsey in this scandalously short dress had the desired effect of giving him a very brief glimpse of the junction of my thighs.
Mike asked Paul if we could see the room he had set aside for the auction. Paul said he would be delighted to show us. I reached over and took hold of Paul's elbow letting him lead the way to the elevator. We descended one floor to the basement. As the door opened, he motioned with his arm for Mike to exit while I kept a hold on his arm. I saw Paul's eyes glance sideways taking in my body and could see that Mike saw Paul's appraisal of me. Mike glanced at me grinning. When Paul saw that Mike saw him looking at me, he looked like a small child with his hand in the cookie jar. What could he say, he had been caught. I heard Mike as he smiled and said, "If you like her in that sexy dress, just wait you haven't seen anything yet. She has a lot more for your viewing pleasure under that dress." Even though this talk turned me on, I started to blush.
Mike knows I always get very embarrassed when I know someone is looking at me as an object of their sexual desires. It is strange, the motorists on the Interstate don't bother me, but when I'm in close personal contact with a man, such as now, my embarrassment level rises. I crave the attention, but when I get it, I'm shy and embarrassed. Mike tells me when I get embarrassed like this it makes me that much more desirable to men.
Paul opened and held the door for us, revealing a room that appeared to be the perfect size for a small group. He even had his staff erect a platform and place a small podium on the platform that rose about 18 inches off the floor. Off to the side was a shiny metal pole similar to a stripper's pole; however I saw that this pole had two rings attached to a metal collar around the pole. The collar could be moved up and down on the pole. The collar was currently about 6 feet off the ground. Paul showed Mike a wrench to adjust the ring up or down on the pole. I was curious why Mike had requested this pole. I had my suspicions, but was not certain. I also saw a table that was about 2 feet square situated near the pole. It was adjusted to about four feet off the floor. I wondered what this would be used for. Whatever the purpose, I was certain I would learn of it very soon.
Mike thanked Paul and asked him if he had any questions. Paul looked shy and embarrassed and acted like he wanted to ask a question, but could not bring himself to ask. I stood there as Mike said, "Paul, it looks like you have a question. Please ask me so we can clear it up before the guests arrive."
I'm not sure if Mike was really too naïve to know what Paul wanted or just wanted to make him ask. Knowing men as I do and given this situation, I knew exactly what Paul wanted.
Paul finally opened up a little and said, "Mr. Adams, your wife is the most beautiful woman I have ever had the privilege to meet. I know there will be men here who are very rich. It is no surprise to me that I will not be able to win the auction, but I'm very thankful you are giving me the opportunity to attend and act as one of the bidders anyway. Would it be possible to... well, do you think I could... would your lovely wife let me..."
His shyness was preventing him from asking the question on his mind, but Mike finally understood Paul's desire. Mike said, "Paul, I really appreciate all you have done to make sure everything is ready for this big night for us. As a way of showing my thanks, how would you like to be the first to see my wife's gorgeous naked body? That will give you the opportunity to feast your eyes on her flawless skin before the high rollers arrive. Would you like that?"
"Oh, Mr. Adams. That would be wonderful, but should we not ask Mrs. Adams if she minds me seeing her?"
"Paul, she is my wife and tonight she is a sex slave. As both my property and a sex slave she has no voice in how she is used or by whom. Her sole obligation is to do exactly as she is told. At this particular moment her only task to concentrate on is to give you a view of what I believe to be one of the finest examples of the human female body. So Paul, would you like to view my wife's nude body before the others arrive?"
Anyone could see that Paul was embarrassed by Mike's matter-or-fact comments. As Mike talked I watched the front of Paul's pants start to tent as his cock swelled larger within the confines of his trousers. As Mike was looking at Paul waiting for his response, he turned to me and said, "Slip your dress off and show Paul that beautiful body I'm so proud of."
I was embarrassed, to say the least, but being put in a submissive situation such as this does get me very wet. Before I could act, Mike said, "Wait. Paul would you like to unwrap the package? You may untie her dress, it you want."
Paul looked at me then at Mike. I saw a faint smile on his face. "Can I really?"
"Sure, just like opening a birthday gift, only this gift is so much better."
I stood there as I saw Paul trying to get up the nerve to touch me. Mike was smiling and patiently waiting. He looked at me saying, "Put your hands behind your head," as he motioned with his hands to raise my arms.
I did as Mike instructed. This had the effect of raising the hem of my already scandalously short dress to a much higher level. I know Paul could clearly see my bald pussy now. Evidently that was all the motivation he needed. He untied the belt around my waist letting the dress fall open. Once it was untied Mike told me to lower my arms and remove the garment.
I turned my back to them and slid the dress off my shoulders allowing it to slowly slide down my back. I could feel both sets of eyes on me. Paul got his first glimpse of my flawless back. As the dress slid lower if finally dropped from my arms revealing my ass and long legs. The stilettos really did a nice job shaping the muscles in my legs and buttocks.
It was so embarrassing standing in only my stiletto pumps while both of the men in the room were fully clothed. If you have never experienced it, there is a strange vulnerability that envelops you when you are the only naked person in a room. When everyone else is naked, like one of our swinger parties, I don't feel as naked as I do now as the only person in the room without clothing.
Paul was silent as he gazed upon my nude body from the back. I heard Mike say, "Turn around and let Paul get a good look at your beautiful body."
I put my arm across my nipples and used my other hand to hide my pussy as I turned so the men could see me. When I was facing Paul, Mike was a little stern when he said, "Don't be rude! Both hands behind your back so Paul can get a good look at you. Do it now!"
Slowly I let my arm fall revealing my nipples while moving my other hand to give Paul an up close look at my fresh Brazilian waxed pussy. Mike always liked the feel of my cunt after waxing. He liked waxing because there was no stubble, like when I shave. Even though getting your pussy and ass waxed is much more painful than shaving, Mike really likes me better that way so I continue to keep myself waxed for him.
It was so embarrassing standing there as they both stared at me. To keep myself from forgetting to keep myself on display and unconsciously covering myself, I put my arms behind my back gripping my left wrist with my right hand. The room was cool, but I was so hot at this moment, even though I was standing there in only my stilettos. The one good thing was the coolness of the room. As another benefit the cool temperature made my nipples harden and look sexier. I liked how my tits look when my nipples are hard. I stood in front of this man I had only met a few minutes earlier as I watched his eyes devour my body. My husband was in charge and was encouraging the man feast his eyes upon my body. I was certain my face and chest were red from blushing with embarrassment.
As I stood there and felt the eyes of both men on me, I saw Mike's head turn to Paul and heard him say, "She really is a beauty, isn't she? I know you want to touch her, what man wouldn't? Feel free to touch her anywhere you want. You can stroke, poke or pinch her. That's what she is here for and honestly, I would take it as a compliment if you want to touch her and feel how soft her skin is. It is truly like silk. Go ahead and satisfy your curiosity and see for yourself how good she feels. Make sure you feel those soft and sexy pussy lips. They are as soft as silk. If you want to feel inside her, go right ahead and do so."
Paul was surprised at what Mike had offered. His eyes were glued on me, but he was talking to Mike when he asked, "Really?"
Without asking me, Mike said, "Yes, go ahead. She is mine and I certainly don't mind."
"But, what does she think about me touching her?"
"Paul if you remember, she is a slave for the weekend, what she wants is not relevant to the enjoyment of my friends. You are one of my friends, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir, I certainly am your friend."
"Well then, please, she is mine and she is here for your enjoyment. It is not often you get an opportunity like this."
Paul closed the distance between us. I had been thinking all day and knew if I was to survive this and enjoy it to the maximum, I would need to be like an actor that took on the part of their character and actually let their thoughts and mannerisms become those of the character rather than their own. I knew I would enjoy this weekend if I could become, if only for this weekend, a real slave auctioned to a stranger for his use. I would know I was purchased by him or her to become their own personal sex slave. The buyer would be Master or Mistress over their purchase and could do whatever they wanted with their newly purchased property. The purchase would have been made to simply own a sex toy to use for their own pleasure.
This was the moment I would make the transformation in my own mind. I thought silently to myself that now was as good a time as any to get my mind into my role as that of a sex slave. I would live the role in my heart and I would enjoy this fantasy that much more. It would be natural for a real slave to experience embarrassment. Only a hardened slave who had been beaten and demoralized would not have emotions when she was used by others. I would live my fantasy and put my body and mind into my role as a real living human sex slave. I would think of myself as simply female flesh that could be bought and sold by anyone wanting to use me. My owner would also have the right to let others use me. Right now, Mike was my owner and he was playing the role well.
As I took on my new persona, my natural submissive personality was allowing me to enjoy being seen as a sex object and not as a woman with a free will. I told myself, 'you are a slave and are here for the sole purpose of bringing pleasure to others.' I knew as the fantasy progressed I would be experiencing more excitement and humiliation. I hopped the person who bought me would push my limits. I was actually looking forward to relinquishing control of my body to a total stranger. I was looking forward to being pushed beyond any artificial limits of humiliation I knew were present. My body was not mine to control for the remainder of this weekend. The use and display of my body was in the hands of the person who owned me. In my mind I would become a piece of property to be used as my owner desired. At least this was what I hope to accomplish. I knew if I was successful I would enjoy this fantasy fulfillment so much more and the person who bought me would enjoy their role as my Master or Mistress.
I watched as Paul reached out with his right hand and ever so gently stroked my arm. His hands felt rough on my skin. His touch sent a chill as goose bumps appeared along my arm. I stood still as he took my hand in his and lifted it to his mouth. It was sweet as he kissed my hand very gently, as a gentleman might do. I had to fight the tear I felt forming in my eye. It was such a sweet gesture and totally out of the spirit of the moment. I was overcome with emotion. Holding my hand he looked at me and said, "Miss you are truly a very beautiful woman. I have never felt skin as soft as yours. Please don't think badly of me, but I must touch your body. I just can't help myself. The touch of your skin and this experience are things this old man will remember the rest of my life."
He was so sincere. I was emotionally touched by his kindness. I said nothing, but moved my left foot to the side opening my thighs while at the same time I lowered my eyes to the floor as a sign of my submission to him. Opening my body, as I did, I was letting Paul know he had full access to my body for his enjoyment. Mike had told me I could not speak, otherwise I would have offered my body to his touch to confirm what Mike had said.
He lowered my hand from his lips and caressed the underside of my left breast with the back of his hand. He then ran his fingers over the hard nipple. Taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger he pinched it very gently sending a shock wave directly to my clit. I was so overcome; I raised my eyes to look into his eyes, and asked, "Sir, may I speak."
Paul was a little surprised by me asking for permission to speak, but said, "Of course, Miss."
I asked him, "Can you please pinch my nipple harder? This slave likes the feel of a strong man's hands on her body. Can you please do this for her? Please do not be gentle the Master's slave will not break. She is here for your enjoyment."
With that Paul realized I did not mind his touch at all. I believe speaking of myself in the third person added to the submissiveness of the moment. Paul took one of my nipples in each of his hands and pinched, while looking into my eyes. I know he was able to see the combined lust and pain I was feeling. Obviously he was emboldened by my comments, and moved his hand to grip my bald pussy and squeeze tightly. I know he had to feel the moisture from my arousal escaping from between my lips and onto his hand.
He got a surprised look on his face and turned to my husband. "Mr. Adams, I have never before felt a pussy this soft and she is so wet."
"She keeps it waxed for my pleasure. She just had it waxed yesterday morning. I hate the feel of razor stubble and I like a bald cunt, so she always keeps herself like this for me. If you check you will see her asshole and her legs are also waxed. As for the moisture you feel, that's because she enjoys it when you touch her. She knows you are finding pleasure by touching and probing her body."
As I continued to stand there with my hands still clasped behind me, Paul pulled my body closer to his and moved his hands behind me to grip my ass as he squeezed my ass cheeks with what felt like his full strength. Upon releasing his grip on my ass, I felt his fingers caress my asshole, apparently to check out what Mike had told him about it being hairless from my waxing. He took my right hand in his and moved my hand to placing it on the front of his pants directly atop his hardened cock. He moaned and pulled me tighter to him as I squeezed his manhood.
I was so overcome by the lust I was feeling, I think I shocked both men as I lowered myself onto my knees immediately in front of Paul. I smoothly and effortlessly unbuckled his belt opening his pants and freeing his impressive cock. Without expression on my face, I glanced at Mike as if to ask permission. I saw the slight nod of his head telling me to proceed. I turned back to this man and took his hardened manhood into my mouth.
I know men enjoy controlling women and seeing a woman at their feet taking their precious manhood into her mouth. I like that this act of submission and stimulation of their sensitive flesh gives them a huge surge of testosterone. To give him the best experience possible, as I knelt before him, I looked up into Paul's eyes so he could enjoy watching his cock slide between my lips. His desire to use me was obvious in his eyes and by the increased grip of his hands on my head. I heard a moan escape Paul's mouth and knew he was enjoying the sensation of his cock in my mouth. I knew from past experience the combination of working my tongue against the underside of a man's cock and the visual stimulation they got from watching me swallow their cock was very arousing for them. All during this I kept my eyes locked on his. I was so proud that I was responsible for making this man's dreams come true. I knew he would not soon, if ever, forget this experience.
I continued to work his cock with all my cock sucking skills. Paul was in a dream world as he maintained eye contact with me. He watched me as I knelt at his feet, seeing his saliva covered cock slide in and out of my mouth. He broke his gaze and glanced once at Mike.
I glanced over at Mike and saw the look on his face as their eyes me. Without saying a word, Mike smiled and nodded his head indicating he understood the pleasure this man was experiencing. Seeing him turn back and again lock eyes with me I felt like I was looking into the soul of a man possessed with lust. I knew he wanted to rip his pants off and shove his cock in me, but he was content enjoying this willing woman at his feet anyway he could get her, and right now that was my mouth. He was lost in the moment of having the use of this submissive woman who had been loaned to him for the purpose of being used to bring him pleasure.
Paul did not last long at all. I watched as his hands tighten on the back of my wife's head pulling her into him as the pulsations of his orgasm consumed him. He emptied his balls into her mouth with several strong spurts of cum. Kristie loves the taste of cum and swallowed everything he had to give her. She kept him in her mouth cleaning the last of his cum from his cock. As his cock started to soften she let it slip from her mouth and rose to her feet, placing her hands, once again, submissively behind her back with her eye focused on the floor immediately in front of her.
Paul looked at me and then at Kristie and said, "You two will never know how happy you have made me. I will never forget what you have done for me. You both will always have a special place in my heart." I watched as he took her chin in his fingers and lifted her face to look her in the eye. I heard him tell her, "You my dear are the sexiest little thing I have ever met. I will never forget your kindness and what you have done to make this one of the most memorable days of my life. I hope your life is full of all the best." He stopped and just looked into her eyes. She said nothing as he kissed her lips very tenderly, then gently lowered her chin to put her eyes focused back on the floor.
I could see it in Kristie's eyes. If not for the events we had planned she would have gone with him right then and let him use her however he wanted. Knowing Kristie, I knew her heart was breaking due to not being able to do more for this kind man. I decided I would see to it he and Kristie would spend at least a few hours together after this was all over.
When he turned from Kristie, she stood there for a bit then bent down and retrieved her dress. Watching her put it back on, my pride in her made me once again realize what a wonderful woman I'm married to. We made arrangements to meet Paul back at the entrance to this room at 7:30. This would give us 30 minutes to set everything up, and give me time to prepare Kristie for display. We needed to make sure she was ready for the arrival of our guests at 8:00 o'clock.
Wearing her heels and wrap around dress I possessively put my hand just below my wife's waist and led her back to our room. Not a word was said until the door to our room clicked shut. Had I crossed the line by letting someone use her? I certainly hoped it played into her fantasy, but I had to be sure. There would be more treatment of her as a possession rather than my wife and I had to be sure she was okay with all that was going to happen.
Kristie turned to me, "Honey that was one of the hottest things we have ever done. You giving me to that sweet man and letting him feel my body made me so hot I almost screamed. I hope you are not mad at me for giving him a blow job. He was so sweet and I could not help myself, it felt like the right thing to do at the time."
"Mad? Me? Hell no I'm not mad, I was afraid you would be mad at me for treating you like my property and letting him feel you without discussing it with you beforehand. Baby that was the hottest and most incredible experience I do believe I have ever experienced. You make me so proud that you are my wife."
"I'm thrilled you are not mad. I enjoyed everything about that whole scene. I'm excited for this evening to get started. But I do have one question. May I ask what that pole is for?"
"We can use it however we want, but I have an idea that I'm sure everyone will enjoy."
"Are you going to share with me what is going to happen, or make me wait?"
I just grinned and told her I needed to run down to the car to get her bag and some props from the trunk. She looked at me with a questioning look, but said nothing.
"Be right back, and will explain everything when I return."
I hurried to the car and opened the small trunk. I removed her small overnight bag and a duffel bag I had stashed in there earlier in anticipation of tonight. As I headed back to the room, I ran into Paul in the lobby. He flagged me down and told me he was in my debt and that I was so fortunate to have a wife like Kristie. I smiled and explained she really enjoyed meeting him as well as getting to know him so intimately. I explained I was sorry it could not have been longer, but saw his eyes light up with I promised him I would do my best to arrange for him to spend a few hours alone with her after this was all over. I explained how much we appreciated everything he was doing to help set up Kristie's birthday fantasy. I thanked him for letting us have the room for no charge and for making sure our event was private. He told me it was his pleasure and he would see us at 7:30. I knew with the prospect of spending a few hours alone with Kristie, Paul would do everything in his power to make sure tonight was a huge success.
Leaving him in the lobby, I headed directly to our room. Using my key, I opened the door and handed Kristie her overnight bag. I told her she needed to get ready and make sure her makeup was as she wanted it. I suggested she not put her makeup on heavy. She really didn't need all that crap on her face, but a little to enhance her cheeks and eyes would be nice. I explained we needed to take her bag with us when we meet Paul. If everything went as planned, she would not be coming back to this room once we left to go downstairs. She gave me a nervous smile and headed into the bathroom carrying her small bag.
I opened the duffel bag on the bed and sorted through the items in it. Kristie had seen most of the "toys" in the bag, but did not know I had brought them along. I also had a couple new items she had not seen. When she finished in the bathroom, I would show her everything.
As I waited I was thinking of how this was going to begin. The start of the event would be upon us in a very short amount of time. I wondered how I was going to feel as I watched people I did not know intimately touch my naked wife. She would be blindfolded and bound to that pole. She would be defenseless against their probing, pinching and other intimate touches. Was she ready for this? Did she really understand what this meant? Maybe the question I should have been asking myself was if I really understand what this meant? Most importantly, my most pressing concern was whether or not this would have an adverse impact on our marriage.
I knew I loved her absolutely, and that she loved me. This was her fantasy and one she had talked about often. After all, she did have a safe word and could stop it if she wanted. She would also be getting a preview of what it felt like to be seen simply as a piece of meat for the pleasure of others, during the Inspection Hour. She would be able to stop the fantasy after that hour if she decided this was too intense for her. We had actually agreed she could stop it up until George announced she had been sold and the sale was final.
I calmed my nerves by telling myself this was her fantasy and even though she was the submissive sex slave to be auctioned to the highest bidder, she was the one actually in control. As I was finishing this thought process the door opened and out walked Kristie.
"Baby, how do I look?"
She was gorgeous! "You look absolutely amazing! Baby you are perfect!"
"You really think so? I'm so nervous."
"Yes baby, you look wonderful."
"What do you think about my shoes? Do you think I should wear them during the auction?"
"That's a good question. I think you should have them on during the Inspection and then during the auction you should look your most vulnerable and be completely naked as the auction begins. What do you think?"
"I like that idea. Now please show me what you brought and tell me about that damn pole."
Laughing I said, "You are the curious little slave, aren't you? Okay, sit here and I will show you what I brought, but it will have to be quick. We need to be downstairs to meet Paul in 20 minutes."
"As for my plans for that damn pole. I'm going to lower the collar on the pole to bring the rings to just above your head. I'm going to buckle a slave collar snugly around your neck and fasten a leash to the ring at the front of the collar." At that I removed the collar and leash from the bag, showing her how it would fit. There was a post with a ring through it in the middle of the leather collar. When buckled behind her neck, the post with the ring would stick straight out in front of her throat. The leash would clip to that ring and the buckle would be hidden at the back of her neck under her hair.
"Next I'm going to place these leather cuffs on your wrists. The cuffs will then be attached to the rings on each side of that pole. Remember, those rings will be above your head. It will make you vulnerable and give you the look of helplessness. Kristie this will not be an illusion, it will be for real. Having your hands secured above you will prevent you from being able to cover yourself and will give the guests unbridled access to your entire body."
I watched her facial expression and decided all was good, so far. "Honey, when you are secured to that pole, the people will be able to touch you anywhere and any way they want. I'm certain you will be poked and pinched. You are very likely to have fingers inserted in any of your three fuck holes. Do not be shocked if someone doesn't even put his cock in you." She was just nodding her head and but did not say anything. I wanted to make sure she really had a good idea of what was likely to happen. "Baby for your protection all of the guests had to have a recent medical exam and provide certification from their family doctor they are disease free."
I was showing her the cuffs as I explained this to her. "During the inspection you will also be wearing this ring gag. It will hold your mouth open with this metal ring resting tightly behind your teeth. The strap will be buckled around the back of your head." I held the gag out for her to examine. She had never seen this toy before now. She held it for a moment turning it over in her hands before handing it back, saying nothing.
"With the ring installed you will not be able to say much of anything. If you feel threatened and want to stop, stomp your left foot three times and I will immediately put a stop to everything. This will have the same effect as using your safe word. Remember, do not stomp your foot unless you want to get dressed and go back home. Just in case you stomp accidentally, I will come up and ask you if you are sure. Nod your head yes or shake your head no to let me know if you want to go home. I will warn you the ring gag is going to prevent you from being able to gracefully clear the saliva from your mouth. The saliva will run out your mouth and down your body. I will clean if off your skin before the auction. Don't worry about the saliva, just let it flow."
Continuing, I said, "I must confess there are going to be some things about tonight that I have not shared the details with you. I did this on purpose so they would be a surprise and make it more fun. One of those surprises I will reveal partially. Remember, you will be blindfolded and not able to see who is touching your body, or what they are doing. If you remember that small table that was in the room. I will have it set up close by with some toys on it the guests will be encouraged to use on your body."
I saw a look of concern, or maybe even fear, on her face and said, "Baby, you do know I love you and would never allow anyone to seriously hurt you, don't you?"
"Yes"
"I believe I have created your ultimate birthday fantasy, or at least as close as I could get. You just need to trust me and enjoy the fantasy. You know that I'm in tune with what you like and what you don't like. You have read the rules and conditions that the winning bidder and us are bound to abide by, correct?"
"Yes, honey, I do trust you with my life. It is just hitting me how much work you have gone to in order to bring me this experience. I love the fact I will be totally out of control and just need to go with the flow and enjoy things as they happen. I just wish you could be there with me for the weekend."
"I know, but that's not possible. It would ruin the entire fantasy."
"Yes, I know, it just that we have never done anything as elaborate as this before."
"It will be okay. The people attending have all been hand selected by some people I trust. You will be safe."
"Honey?"
"Yes"
"Do you think we can repeat this birthday fantasy on one of my other birthdays?"
Upon hearing this, I started laughing and knew all would be okay and Kristie was getting into the idea of what was about to occur.
"It is time for you to slip on your dress and heels. We need to be heading to the room and get the property put on display for the buyers to check out. I need to prepare you and get ready to receive the guests. I will grab the duffel and your overnight case. Remember if all goes as planned you will not be coming back to this room."
I watched her as she slipped the wrap-around dress on and tied the sash. She pointed her painted toes slipping her heels on and then buckling the ankle strap. She stood and looked at the floor. "Darling, the slave is ready for inspection."
I offered my arm and she took it as we left the room heading toward the elevator. My phone started ringing as we were walking. "Who could that be?" Not letting Kristie see the screen, I saw the caller ID. It was George.
"Hello?"
"Yea, Mike, George here. Is everything okay? Did Paul have everything ready when you arrived?"
"Yes Sir, I'm glad you called." Taking to Kristie I said, "It is the auctioneer." Turning my attention back to George I said, "My wife and I got in a couple of hours ago and are heading toward the room where the auction will be held. Everything looks like it is set up as we planned. You do know the auction begins as 9:00 o'clock, correct?"
"Hey buddy I know you can't talk much with Kristie there, but I'm so pumped up. This is going be one hell of a night! By the way, I got the video camera and tripod."
"Yes, sir and I totally agree. I do appreciate you handling this for me. Just to double-check, your fee for handling the auction is 10% of the sale price, correct?"
"Buddy, you know I don't want the money, but if you insist."
"That's great. I'm happy that's settled. I will see you there a little before 9:00."
With that I hung up and put the phone away.
"You are paying someone to conduct the auction?"
"Yes, I wanted it done right. I hired a guy who I'm confident will do a great job. After all you are well worth that to make sure this is a great experience. I expect you to bring a large sale price and want to make sure someone who knows what he is doing will be in charge of that part. These people will be so excited to have their own personal sex slave for the weekend they will likely pay a very nice sum of cash especially when they see how beautiful you are."
"Do you have any idea how much they will pay for me?"
"No, I really had not given it much thought since we both know it is not really about the money, but I do expect is will be several thousand dollars. I would not be surprised if the sale price was maybe ten or twenty thousand. Supposedly these people are loaded. What do you think?"
"I have no idea. All I know is I'm more excited right now that I can ever remember. I can't believe someone would be willing to pay ten thousand dollars to spend a couple days with me." Then smiling she said, "Maybe I should charge you for my services big boy."
"Listen here my dear slave you forget I already own you. I'm just renting your ass to someone else so I can recover some of the expenses of my ownership. After all you are a very high maintenance slave."
She punched me in the ribs and laughed saying, "High maintenance my ass! Just wait and see when someone pays ten thousand dollars for me, we will see then who is high maintenance."
"All joking aside, they are not paying the money to spend time with you playing cards or watching television. These people are also living their fantasy of buying and owning their own personal sex slave. It will be your fantasy as well as theirs. Regardless of how much they pay, you will be a bargain at any price. It will be fun to see how much someone really is willing to pay for the opportunity to own you for the weekend."
"Oh, honey, this is all so fuckin hot. You do realize I'm soaking wet right now, don't you?"
"I expected as much. I would be concerned if you were not wet. During the entire evening you can rest assured my cock will be about ready to burst. Speaking of that, thank you so much for calling Erica. It was not necessary for her to come over this weekend, but I'm glad I will have someone to take my mind off of you. I know I would be thinking constantly about what was happening to you as I imagined what would be happening every second you are in someone else's control."
"Baby, I'm glad Erica is going to spend the time with you. She sounded wonderful on the phone. I'm anxious for us to get together with her later. I do want to taste her pussy."
As we approached the room we saw Paul waiting for us. "Here we are and there is Paul. Are you ready for all this?"
"Yes, Master, if you must sell your slave for the weekend to raise money, I understand."
I laughed as I realized she was getting her mind into the role she was to become this weekend as livestock bought at auction intended for the use of another person as their submissive sex slave.
As we approached the room Paul saw us and smiled. I asked, "Hey Paul, so happy to see you again. Everything ready?"
"Yes, Mr. Adams. Everything you ordered is ready and waiting."
"You are going to join us, I hope."
"Are you joking? There is nothing that could prevent me from participating in this, but I'm pretty sure the item to be auctioned off tonight will bring much more than my salary can afford. I'm just thankful I did get a wonderful preview prior to the sale."
With that he opened the door. "Mr. Adams the door will automatically lock when it closes, so if you get locked out, come find me. I collected all the keys to this room from my staff. Nobody can open the door except me. I had it rekeyed so it can't be opened with our master key. I guarantee you will not be disturbed."
"Thank you Paul. We truly appreciate everything you have done."
"The pleasure is all mine," replied Paul.
With that he allowed the door to close leaving Kristie and me in the room alone. "We better get busy. The bidders will be here before you know it."
I retrieved the wrench Paul had shown me was needed to adjust the pole collar. "Kristie, stand with your back to the pole, I need to adjust the collar on the pole to just above your head."
With Kristie's back to the pole I loosened the set screw and lowered the collar with the rings to about 12 inches over her heard. This would place the rings in a location that when her wrists were secured to them her hands would be nicely out of the way and allow the bidders to touch and closely inspect her petite little body. Tightening the screw, I told her it was time for me to get her ready.
"You can go ahead and slip your dress off and lay it over there in the corner on the table." I removed the collar, leash, wrist restraints and gag from my duffel bag and laid them on the small table. This was the table I had told Kristie the toys would be placed on.
Looking at her, I said, "Oh baby, you are so damn beautiful! Stand here and lift your hair." As she did, I slipped the leather collar around her throat. I cinched it up to where it was snug, but not tight enough to choke her.. Next I clipped the leash to the ring at the front of the collar. I clipped the other end of the leash to one of the rings on the pole.
"Let's save the ring gag until last. Your jaw is going to get very tired with that holding your mouth open. I can put the wrist restraints on next." I took one of the wide leather cuffs and wrapped it around her left wrist. Snugging it up with the three leather straps I buckled it closed. I then repeated the same procedure on her right wrist.
I placed the overnight bag with her dress in the corner of the room. Returning to the pole, I unsnapped her leash and helped her from the pole and we walked up onto the small platform where she would stand during the auction. As we stood there, she looked at the podium next to her for the auctioneer, then at the chairs for the bidders. She looked at me and said, "I'm so excited but also very nervous. You know how embarrassed I get when people see me naked. I now I will be totally humiliated with this many people seeing me. What makes it even worse is I will be the only person in the room naked? Honey, this is my ultimate fantasy. Giving up control and placing it the hands of a stranger who has bought me like livestock is very exciting. I love you so much for loving me enough to do this for me."
"Having you as my wife is my ultimate fantasy. I love you more than words can express."
Looking at my watch I realized we needed to hurry. "Okay, back to the pole." With her standing next to the pole, I took the gag from the table and had her open her mouth wide enough to wedge the ring behind her teeth. "Baby, remember you will have no control over your saliva and it will run out of our mouth onto your tits and belly. It will probably embarrass you, but that's part of the fantasy. Just let it flow out of your mouth and don't worry about trying to stop it." I buckled the straps for the gag behind her head. It did not have to be too tight since the ring was being held in place by her teeth. "Okay, now for the blindfold." With the blindfold in hand I tied it tightly across her eyes, wanting to make sure she would not be able to see anything. Once in place I asked, "Can you see anything?" She shook her head no. "Can you see any light at all?" Again, her head shook no. Her mouth looked so sexy with that ring holding it open wide.
"Good, almost ready. I know you can't see, so carefully step backwards one step. You will feel the cold metal pole against your back." She did as I said and stood with her back up against the pole. "I'm now going to fasten your wrists to the rings on the pole above your head." One at a time I lifted a wrist and snapped the clip on the restraints to the pole. With both wrists secured, the collar around her neck, leash attached to the pole, blindfolded and the ring gag in her mouth she was the definition of an erotic sight. As I had warned her she was drooling and it had started to run over her bottom lip and hit her right breast. "Okay, you are ready and you look so fuckin hot Baby! Make sure you keep your feet spread fairly wide so they can feel your wet pussy."
I looked at my watch. I had five minutes to finish up before the doors opened. I moved the small waist high table to Kristie's side and placed several items from the duffle bag on the table. These were the items I had not shown Kristie. Paul had set up the video camera George had brought. I quickly checked to make sure it was focused on Kristie and hit the record button. After putting the duffel bag with her dress and overnight case, I walked to the door. Opening the door, I saw George and Paul along with eight men and two women waiting to enter.
Holding the door open, I'mnounced, "Guests please enter for the event of a lifetime." As the small group was entering I heard gasps as they saw Kristie naked and bound to the pole.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a fantasy fulfillment for our beautiful sex slave. We have set aside one hour for you to check her out in any manner you wish. She is extremely submissive and will obey your commands as best she can, considering her current situation. She does enjoy being used, humiliated and forced to please. Feel free to touch, poke and prod her as much as you need in order to decide how much you are prepared to offer to own her for the weekend. You will find some toys she may or may not find enjoyable on the table next to her. She is not aware of all that's on the table. Feel free to try any of the items. I know it will be tempting to play with her all night, please give everyone an opportunity to examine the property to be auctioned. She will not speak to you unless you ask her a direct question or give her permission to speak."
Their keen interest in Kristie was obvious. I heard one man say, "This is unbelievable. I thought it was a joke, but had to see for myself. Isn't she just gorgeous! I have to win this auction." Another man said, "Sam, you will have to pay a premium, because I intend to be the winning bidder. What man could pass up an opportunity like this?" At that I heard the voice of one of the women, "Adam, what makes you think the winning bidder has to be a man? If I have my way, which you know I usually do, that beautiful little thing will learn to love the taste of pussy, if she doesn't already. Only a woman knows how to properly use the female body." Another male voice could be heard saying, "I don't know who is going to take this beauty home, but one thing is for sure, whoever it is will be paying a handsome price for the privilege. I have a feeling this sexy little thing is going to be expensive."
I stood and listened as they talked about Kristie. I watched as a man, probably in his mid-40s walked up to Kristie and without saying a word, reached up and pinched her left nipple. Kristie jerked a little from the touch as she was not expecting someone to touch her. She knew it would happen and welcomed it, but not being able to see it coming surprised her when it happened. I was standing close enough to hear him say, "It is alright, my little pet. I will not hurt you, it is just that those nipples beg to be pinched. How wet is your cute little bald cunt?" He cupped her pussy with his hand and squeezed. Then he inserted two fingers into her and probed around inside her. He said, "Open your legs further so I can inspect you better." Kristie immediately moved her feet further apart and stood still as she felt the man's fingers explore her. After a couple of minutes he pulled his fingers from her and placed them through the ring gag and said, "Use your tongue and clean your juices from my fingers." I could see my wife try as her tongue moved all over his fingers. At the same time she was cleaning his fingers, he said, "Slave you are quite a beautiful creature. I do plan to win this auction. I will certainly enjoy using that gorgeous body of yours. By the way I do appreciate you waxing that cunt for me. It is so much better than shaving."
The next person to approach Kristie was one of the women. At first she stood a few inches in front of Kristie just looking at her. I could see the woman sniffing Kristie's body evidently smelling her perfume. At the same time I saw Kristie's nose twitching as if she smelled a perfume not her own, that of the woman inspecting her. "Tell me dear, have you had the pleasure of servicing a woman?" Kristie could not talk very well, so she simply nodded her head and made a noise that sounded like, yes. "Dear I know it is hard to talk with that damn ring in your mouth. Simply nod your head yes, or shake your head no. Do you understand?" Kristie nodded her head yes. "Excellent! While we are talking I'm going to continue checking your body." Kristie nodded her head again. "No dear, that was not a question. I did not ask you if I could touch and inspect your body, I was simply letting you know I will be doing so as I ask you some questions. There is no need for you to consent since your Master has already given that consent to all of us. Slaves have no say in the matter. You do understand you are now livestock, don't you?"
Kristie nodded her head indicating she understood.
"Okay, very good. I'm also happy you like the taste of pussy, because if I win the auction, which I have every intention of doing, you will be eating a lot of pussy."
"Do you enjoying being a submissive?"
Kristie was nodding her head yes.
"Great. I understand this is a fantasy of yours. Has your body ever been auctioned off before?"
Kristie was shaking her head no.
"I see, so this is a first for this kind of event. Has your Master ever loaned you to someone for their use? In other words, like an auction, but someone of your Master's choice, not yours, and not for money."
Kristie did not answer.
"Hard question to answer?"
Nod of head yes.
"I see, you have done something like this, but not exactly the same. Let me see how I could better ask the question so you can answer. Okay, I think I've got it, are you are members of a swinger group?"
Nodding of head, yes.
"Am I correct in my assumption that your Master is also your husband?"
Nodding of head yes.
"Excellent! We are getting somewhere now. Between us girls, have you ever cheated on your husband by having sex with someone he did not know about and without his consent?"
Shake of head no.
"Really, a faithful little cunt. You do realize you are very beautiful, don't you?"
Kristie did the best she could to shrug her shoulders.
"Come now, I can appreciate your modesty, but a beauty such as yours is not common. You must know you are a gorgeous little piece of ass?"
Kristie slowly nodded her head to show she knew.
"I have enjoyed our little chat. And I have enjoyed playing with that wet cunt of yours. Please clean my fingers now." At that she repeated what the man before had done and inserted two of her fingers into Kristie's mouth.
Next up was a man in his early 60's. He was well-dressed and appeared to be polite. He walked up to Kristie and started talking to her. "Little pet, I want you to know you are absolutely gorgeous, but I figure you hear that a lot. As I have gotten older, I have developed the problem getting my cock hard and keeping it hard. It is not something I like to admit, but you don't know who I'm and I really don't know who you are, so that's my confession. I have the feeling you may be able to help me with that situation. You beauty does make me feel like there may be a little life left in in my old withered cock. One thing I enjoy is this." With that he picked up the pair of nipple clamps that I had placed on the table, but that Kristie did not know were available. The man bent down and sucked on Kristie's right nipple until it was hard. He then attached the metal clamp to Kristie's hardened nipple. Upon feeling the cold steel against her sensitive nipple, Kristie drew in a deep breath. The man started tightening the screw on the first clamp watching Kristie's expression. When he saw the pain start to appear in her face, he gave the clamp an additional half turn and then repeated the process with the other clamp and nipple.
"Dear, this is how I like to see a pair of tits, as nice as yours, decorated. If I win you, you will be wearing clamps on these adorable nipples most of the time you are with me."
He then walked off leaving the clamps in place. When he left, the clamps, connected by the light chain hung from Kristie's lovely chest. The pain was evident from the expression on her face and the fact she was taking short shallow breaths through the open ring gag lodged in her mouth. After a couple of minutes the pain appeared to subside.
The probing and questions continued as the other men and the remaining woman approaching Kristie and inspected her. They used a short little crop on her ass and one even used a short flogger on her clamped tits. The last guy in line slowly removed the nipple clamps and as the blood returned Kristie moaned very loud from the pain she felt in her tits that she was so proud of.
I saw Paul approaching Kristie. Most of the people had talked to her and felt her body. Paul didn't say anything at first then I saw him lean into her and whisper something in her ear. She couldn't smile or show much emotion, but just stood there. I saw Paul unzipping his pants. He pulled his hard cock out and as I watched, he placed it between her lips and thrust into her body. He thrusted into her five times then pulled himself out. He did not cum in her, but did get his opportunity to get her pussy juice on his cock and feel what her pussy felt like as it enveloped his cock. He put his cock back in his pants and zipped them up. He leaned against Kristie and said something to her and then kissed her on the cheek before walking away.
I approached Paul and shook his hand. "Nicely done Paul. Was she as good as you expected."
His smile was huge. "Yes sir. She is really something."
"Paul, can you please adjust the camera and make sure we get the whole auction on video?"
"It is the least I can do. Consider it done."
"Thanks Paul. You are the best."
I had been watching the time and as it reached 9:00 I walked up to Kristie and told the gentleman talking to her that it was time for the auction. I released her wrists from the pole and removed the cuffs. I then removed the ring gag from her mouth. The blindfold covering her eyes was next allowing her for the first time this evening, to see the guests who had become so intimately familiar with her body. I unsnapped the leash from the pole and I told her it was time to move to the next phase. I asked her, "Baby, do you want to continue?" With her eyes lowered, she replied, "Master, with all due respect, it is not this slave's desire to disappoint her master. You have promised these nice people they would be able to purchase a sex slave tonight. It is not my wish for you to disappoint them. It would be very rude."
"I'm so proud of you. Enjoy your fantasy baby. Remember, you can stop this without penalty up until the Auctioneer says "SOLD". She stood submissively with her eyes focused on the floor. "One more thing I have been saving as a surprise for you." I saw her look up as if to ask the question. "Everyone here tonight is a stranger except for me and one other person." Her gaze rose from the floor to look at me. "You will recognize the auctioneer who will we selling you. It is our friend George whose cock, as you know, has been in your sexy body many times."
For the first time tonight I saw panic in her eyes. The look of shock on her face was obvious. "Oh, Mike, George can't see me like this! It is so embarrassing for these strangers to see me and touch me, but not George. He knows me, he is our friend. The fantasy was for strangers only. George will think I'm a total slut." Looking at her I said, "Who do you think helped me set this up? He and Stan hand-picked the guests and made sure to get people who would be willing to buy you had lots of money and are disease free. Since you are on birth control you will not need to worry about condoms." I used my handkerchief to wipe her saliva from her tits and stomach. As I was drying her skin, I used my finger to lift her chin and look into her eyes. "There is one more little detail I forgot to mention."
"Oh, no I'm not sure I can take any more surprises."
"Well, I don't think you will object to this last surprise. As you know, the winning bidder gets you until midnight Sunday, but the fantasy does not really stop then. Stan and George were so helpful setting this up, they asked, and I agreed, that you would be their slave for 24 hours each at dates to be determined later." She smiled and said, "That's something I think I could do to thank them for all their help, but I assume that was George on the phone earlier, does he really get 10% of the sale?"
"Yes, and now you need to get your sexy little ass up on the auction block." Kristie lifted each foot and removed her shoes handing them to me. Wearing only the collar to which the leash that I held was attached, I led Kristie up on the platform/auction block. There was quite a bit of applause from the small group as they watched her ascend the platform. From the corner of the room, we saw our auctioneer appear with a huge smile on his face.
As George stepped onto the stage the applause died. George began, "Ladies and gentlemen you have had the opportunity to inspect the livestock we have for sale this evening. Please listen to the terms and conditions of the sale of this beautiful slave. If for any reason you cannot abide by these rules and conditions, you are free to remain and watch this unique event, but please do not bid on the livestock. If you actively bid, it is understood you will abide by what I'm about to read. The winning bidder will sign a copy of the document and will take immediate possession of their property. Let me read the rules, and I will answer any questions you may have before we start the bidding.
I handed the leash to George and gave Kristie a kiss on her cheek. I then walked to the back of the room and waited to see whose cock or cunt would have control of my sweet Kristie until Sunday night.
George went through the list I had provided and asked the group if there were any questions. "One more thing before we get started, there may be future events such as this with this beautiful slave being offered for sale again, or another equally sexy slave. Each of you will have the opportunity to be a part of those sales if all rules and conditions are followed. Discussion of this event is frowned upon. We know there are some members of our communities who would not understand."
"Allow me to give you a little more information on the property being sold this evening. She is a college graduate, is 32 years of age, but as you can see she could easily pass for a 21 year old. As you have no doubt noticed her skin is flawless and as smooth as silk. Her height and weight you can see for yourself. Taking one of Kristie's tits in his hand, squeezing he said these tits are absolutely magnificent. They are 100% natural and fill a C cup perfectly. Now, if there are no questions, what is my opening bid on this exceptional piece of slave meat?"
From the front row there was a shout of, "I will start the bidding at five thousand dollars." George said "I have an opening bid of five thousand dollars. We all know this fine ass is worth much more than that, but it is a respectable starting point. Ladies and gentlemen I can give you my personal assurance this little filly is an expert at knowing how to treat a man. On numerous occasions she has serviced my own cock and I'm here to tell you, I have experienced only a few who were equal to this little lady, but I have never had better. I have also seen firsthand her ability to eat pussy. Ladies, she will not disappoint you if one of you should be the winning bidder."
Hearing this Kristie turned red from head to toe, and with her absence of clothing, her nudity displayed clearly her embarrassment of George's disclosure of her sexual abilities. As I stood at the back of the room, I just smiled knowing the embarrassment my wife was experiencing was only making her fantasy more memorable and raising her level of arousal.
"I will give ten thousand for this fine lady," was heard from one of the two women.
"Thank you madam, but I assure you what we are offering here this evening for sale, while at any other time is a fine lady, make no mistake about it, the livestock for sale this evening is being sold not as a lady, but as a sex slave whose abilities to please man or woman are unsurpassed. It is expected that the winning bidder will treat the property as such."
The woman smiled and nodded her head showing she understood. There were murmurs in the crowd as they processed what George had just said.
"There you have it guys, the bid now stands at ten thousand dollars." George knew this sale should go much higher and he was trying to figure out how to get the bids rolling in. Walking with leash in hand over to Kristie, George took Kristie's right breast in hand and squeezed as he said, "Gentlemen, do you want to let this lady who is now the high bidder, take this hot little piece of ass home, or do one of you men want to buy this property and let her experience your nice hard cock?"
"I bid twenty thousand," was heard from one of the men who had been silent.
"Much better, but guys, I give you my personal assurance, this piece of ass it worth your life savings. You will likely not get another opportunity to experience the joy this submissive little sex slave can offer you."
"Twenty Five thousand," came from the woman who had previously bid ten thousand.
"I have twenty five thousand, do I hear thirty?"
The man bidding twenty five, yelled, "thirty-five thousand." The woman whose bid had been raised, said, "Jeremy, do you really think that piece of tail is that much better than what you have had before?"
"That little bald cunt of hers is the cutest I have ever seen and appears to have the most potential of any I have ever put my cock into thus far, including yours."
There was laughter at this disclosure of personal information. "Jeremy, you embarrass me with such untrue and exaggerated claims."
"Untrue that I would know or that it is better than I claim?"
Both the woman and the man laughed and looked back to George and Kristie. Obviously it was harmless banter all in good fun. I wonder if Jeremy had fucked the woman. Probably so, but nobody cared.
With the bid at thirty-five thousand I was beginning to get worried. The money was great but my concern was that stupid penalty clause I put in that we would have to come up with half of the sale price if for some reason Kristie backed out of the fantasy. I looked up on the platform and saw her standing naked and all alone in this room full of people wanting to make her their own for the weekend. She looked so vulnerable and embarrassed. Maybe she would stop the fantasy before the final gavel fell, but I sincerely doubted she would do that.
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the bid is currently at thirty-five thousand. This is getting a little closer to what this fine slave is worth, but I think you need to take a better look at what we have here before us this evening." With that George walked back over to Kristie and said, "Darling, please turn your back to these fine people and touch the floor with those cute little fingers." Kristie did as instructed.
Placing both hands on her ass, George pulled her cheeks apart and said, "Now look at this. I'm not sure if everyone had an opportunity to get a good look at this earlier. If the USDA were grading meat this would be Prime. Honestly ladies and gentlemen, this ass is so firm it should be illegal. Men, this ass is incredibly tight, if you put your manhood in it, be careful it doesn't get pinched off. I have had my cock in many female asses, but I have never felt one as tight as this one. You can trust me on this one. I have personally explored this very ass with my own cock more than once. When I came in this ass, the grip on my cock was so tight I was afraid my cum was not going to be able to get out of my cock. This could very well be a once in a lifetime opportunity. Don't let it pass you by. An opportunity like this is a once in a lifetime event for many of us. Most men will never get this kind of opportunity. I will step out on this one and give you a guarantee. If you put your cock in this slave's ass and you don't agree it is at the very least, equal to the best you have ever had your cock in, you will get a full refund and you will still get the use of this slave for the weekend. Can it get any better than that? I know some of you think I'm crazy, but I'm that confident you will love the tight little back hole on this beautiful piece of ass that much. I'm asking you to NOT allow yourself the regret of waking up tomorrow morning with this horrible feeling you let the opportunity to own this flesh pass you by. There are eleven of you in the room this evening. Tomorrow morning, I guarantee ten of you will wake up feeling like shit as you think about the lucky person who takes this home tonight." George slapped Kristie's ass as he said that. "You will remember you had the opportunity to own this for the weekend, but some other lucky man or woman beat you out and it that person who will be waking up tomorrow next to this." He gave her ass another sharp slap to emphasize his comment. "Just think of waking up to this slave's tongue licking your clit or sucking on your manhood. Think about looking at this slave laying naked on your bed and you knowing you own this flesh and have purchased the right to use this beautiful submissive slave for the entire weekend."
I could tell George knew he had their attention. "Forgive me if I sound like a used car salesman, but I could not live with myself if I didn't make sure you knew how fine this piece of ass would feel with your cock buried deep inside it. Think of filling this ass with your own sperm. How fine would that be? Guys, I know this has got to be getting to you seeing this sexy little ass ready and eager for you. The door to this room is locked and nobody cares if you feel the need to open your pants and let the monster in there have some room to breathe. Ladies, feel free to lift your skirts, as well."
I could tell George was thinking he had them. I knew his idea was a stroke of genius (pardon the pun). If he could get them stroking their cocks and cunts they would get even more excited and maybe get the bidding up where he wanted it. I knew he was trying to make as much money off this auction for us as he could. Knowing George as I do, he would feel like he had let everyone down if he didn't get what he thought she was worth. Later he told me he would have been disappointed if she sold for less than fifty thousand.
I could see three or four guys with their pants opened. A couple of them had their cock in hand stroking themselves. I even saw one of the women with her hand under her skirt. The other one was absentminded stroking one of her nipples pinching it and running her tongue over her lips, as she watched.
I listened as George kept working the crowd. "I see some of you are getting the idea. Why keep your cocks locked up with a fine filly like this in front of you? Okay, I have shown you this firm and tight little ass, but we have not talked about what is just below it?" Keeping her bent over, George touched her pussy with his finger. "Men, this cunt is also very tight. No, it is not as tight at that ass, but I promise you it is a world class pussy. It has never had a baby pass through it and I can tell you, once again from personal experience, this thing squirts! That's right, when she is all worked up, you can get a flood of pussy juice squirt from this little cunt when she cums. Not only that, when she cums, and her legs are wrapped around your back, you will think she is a boa constrictor as she tightens those legs and squeezes the cum out of you."
"Forty Thousand" was heard from a new bidder. George noticed he had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it and his eyes were locked on Kristie. "That's it," he pointed to the new high bidder, "men, we have a man who understands a value regardless of the price. The bid now stands at forty thousand for this once in a lifetime experience. In all reality how can you even put a price on this? Some things in this life are priceless. This is one of those items." George knew getting them to jerk their cock during the auction was helping to increase the bidding.
"I have told you this fine little slave is submissive, but we have not shown you much of this aspect of her personality. I'm telling you the livestock you are bidding on is nothing if it is not delivered in a manner that begs and wants to be used." Kristie had a look on her face that I could tell was her wondering to herself what he was going to have her do next.
"Little slave darling, you look like you are getting tired bent over like that, please stand back up and give our eyes the treat of gazing at that perfect little body. Folks the body of this slave is nothing less than pure perfection." Speaking to Kristie he said, "Face these nice people and take one tit in each of your hands. Display yourself so the ladies and gentlemen can get a good look."
Placing a hand under each of her breasts Kristie held them high putting herself on display. George knew this would demonstrate to the bidders in a very dramatic way that Kristie would do as she was commanded. Submissiveness was a feature George believed to be essential in a sex slave. He knew Kristie would do anything she was told to do. "With these beautiful tits displayed for your inspection I will now have the slave come down off the platform and walk up to each of you where she will personally offer you a closer look and feel." With his finger under her chin he turned her face to him. Still loud enough for the crowd to hear he told Kristie what was expected. Never did he ask or request she do anything. After all she was a slave and was expected to not question what she was told to do. "Now walk up to each of these fine people and ask them to please pinch, pull or twist your nipples. Tell them they should firmly squeeze your beautiful tits to know the quality of your flesh. Before you go to the next potential buyer, offer them the opportunity to touch you anywhere else they might wish to inspect. After they are finished thank them for being here today and showing an interest in owning you. Also thank them for touching you and making you feel good. Now go and show them what a fine piece of ass you are."
Without hesitation of a word, Kristie walked down the steps from the platform still holding a tit in each hand. She walked to the first row of chairs and stopped in front of the first chair where the woman who had been bidding on her sat. Kristie said, "This slave thanks you for wanting to buy her body to use for your enjoyment. This slave would enjoy it very much if you would inspect the quality of this slave's flech by pinching, twisting or pulling her nipples. Please check the firmness of this slaves breast flesh. You are welcome to inspect this slave's body anywhere and in any manner to help you determine the quality and value of the property."
"Of course honey. I would love to pinch those pretty little nipples and see if they are as fine as they appear to be. I certainly would like to take your sexy little ass home with me." With that she took one of Kristie's nipples between her fingers and gave both a cruel and vicious pinch causing Kristie to wince in pain.
Regaining her composure while never releasing her tits, she kept them displayed for the lady's inspection. Kristie said, "Thank you ma'am for your interest in owning this slave. Is there anywhere else you would like to inspect this slave's flesh?"
The lady grinned. She obviously admired Kristie's ability to take considerable pain and keep her composure. "No, I'm satisfied you are worth much more than I'm able to pay. My only hope is everyone else has less than me, I really must take you home with me tonight."
With no emotion, other than her own submissiveness, Kristie said, "I wish you luck in the bidding."
Kristie stepped one seat over and repeated the process for each of those invited to bid on the opportunity to own her. The two women gave her the most vicious treatment. In the last chair sat Paul, the hotel manager. She repeated her lines for Paul and when given the opportunity to pinch her nipples Paul gave her bald cunt a gentle squeeze and lightly pinched each of her nipples. Not only did his touch not hurt, his fingers must have felt very nice. She gave him an extra big smile, before heading back up on the platform. I was curious to find out what he had said to her during the inspection hour.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please give our slave a round of applause for her cock hardening performance. I see several happy cocks in the room." All in the room clapped as Kristie continued to display her tits proudly for their viewing pleasure.
George's auctioneering continued, "That was just a sample of what you can expect from this slave. As I said earlier, dig deep into our pockets, because we are going to get serious now and sell her. I know everyone in attendance wants to take this piece of ass home with them tonight. Paul, the hotel manager and our benefactor for this evening has graciously reserved the Presidential Suite on the top floor of the hotel. It is available for the winning bidder to spend the night, in the luxury of the hotel, with his or her new property to keep them warm and satisfied. You will be responsible for the cost of the room, but Paul has graciously offered a 20% discount and a bottle of his best Champaign for the winning bidder."
"Now that the introductory stuff is out of the way, let's get serious with the bidding and sell this livestock so the new owner can start enjoying their purchase. It is not fair for us to consume the winners time with such a prize as this, simply for our own lust."
"Fifty thousand," came the next bid.
"I have fifty, do I hear sixty?"
"Seventy," was bid from the back row.
"We have seventy," how about eighty?"
"Eighty-Five thousand," was bid by a younger man who until now had not said much. I knew Kristie liked his looks and I saw during the Inspection his hands had been gentle on her nipples when he probed her flesh. Would he be her owner for the weekend?
"Mr. Cole bids eighty five thousand, is there anyone who wants to own her more than Mr. Cole? I assure you she is worth much more."
"Ninety-five thousand," was yelled from the front row. "This is much better. Mr. Abbot has entered a bid of ninety five thousand. Anyone else want to sink their cock in this prime piece of female flesh?"
"One Hundred Ten Thousand," was heard as everyone looked at Mr. Cole, especially Kristie. He was a handsome man, but she had not paid him much attention until a few minutes ago. She remembered he had seemed nice and did not strike her as a sleazy pervert.
"Wow, I knew someone in the group would see the potential of this excellent piece of ass. Mr. Cole bids One Hundred Ten Thousand dollars. Does anyone wish to raise Mr. Cole's bid? Ladies and gentlemen if you let it be Mr. Cole who wakes up in the morning next to this naked slave you will kick yourselves. You will lay there with only your regrets as you think of him and what he is doing with his new property."
George looked around the room at each person and seeing nobody show any interest in laying out more, George looked to Kristie non-verbally asking her if she wanted to stop the auction and back out. Kristie gave an ever so slight nod of her head. Never wanting to give up George said, "One last call. Anyone want to better the current bid of One Hundred Ten Thousand dollars for the opportunity to own this livestock for the weekend?" He scanned each of the bidder's faces and saw no glimmer of continued interest. George pointed to Mr. Cole and said, "SOLD, to Mr. Cole for one hundred ten thousand dollars. Sir, I must say, you are the envy of every man and woman in this room. You Sir are the official winning bidder who now owns this very fine piece of slave flesh. Please come pay the fee, sign the agreement and claim your property."
As I stood at the back of the room, I was flabbergasted that someone was willing to pay that much money for a weekend with my wife. She was worth every penny and more, I just never thought this fantasy would end with us making this much money. This was never about the money, but it would be nice for us to have. A sick feeling hit me when I did a quick calculation in my head and realized if Kristie backed out we would be obligated to pay Cole $165,000. This was a sobering thought. We didn't have the extra $55,000. I was an idiot to include the penalty clause in the contract.
I picked up Kristie's dress, overnight bag and my duffel bag of toys. I collected the toys that had been laid out on the table and put them back in the duffel bag. Heading to the platform to meet up with Kristie, George and Cole as I began to wonder what I had done. The realization of this finally hit me. I had just sold my wife to a stranger for the weekend. Not only a stranger, but from the looks of it, a handsome wealthy stranger.
George was busy as he had Cole reading the agreement again. Cole signed the agreement and handed it to me. George handed him a copy I had signed earlier. Cole took it and folded it in half and slipped it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Next Cole opened the briefcase he was carrying and handed me several bundles of cash. I accepted the bills and shook his hand. I handed him a sheet of paper saying, "Here is my cell phone number. If you encounter any problems or have any questions please call me. If there are none, just have Kristie call me sometime Sunday to let me know where to pick her up at midnight. She is one of a kind, please treat her well and make her fantasy one both of you will remember forever. She is extremely submissive and loves to please. Make sure you enjoy her and use her beautiful body for your ultimate fantasy." Holding the case up I said, "This is a lot of money for a weekend, but I assure you she is worth every penny."
Cole smiled and said, "I was prepared and willing to pay much more. After seeing her photo I knew there was no question that I had to win this auction. She is the loveliest creature I have ever laid eyes on. I assure you I will enjoy her and return her to you as agreed."
"Mr. Cole, she now belongs to you and is your property. You officially own her until midnight Sunday, but will you permit me a moment and brief kiss before you leave with your new property?"
"Of course, please take your time. I have every intention of enjoying my new purchase very soon."
Looking into her eyes, I said, "Baby, this is your fantasy. Mr. Cole has bought you and you are to do everything he says. Make him as happy as you make me. Remember, he can use your body any way he likes and can allow others the same pleasure, as outlined in our agreement. Make him proud he bought you and now owns you, if even for only for a few hours."
"I will Master. Thank you for this gift. I will never forget this. I promise to make you proud, and serve Mr. Cole making him very happy."
"I know you will." I pulled her naked body to me, gave her a passionate kiss then turned my attention to Cole handing him the dress, overnight bag and the duffel bag. "In the duffel bag are some toys you may find fun to use as you enjoy your slave."
Forcing myself to not look at Kristie, I turned and quickly walked toward the door, leaving the room. My heart felt like it was being torn from my chest and I knew if I looked back at her the tears in my eyes would overflow depressing her and spoiling her fantasy. What had I just allowed to happen? I knew I was responsible for this, but the fear of the realization of what I had done was smothering me. It was strange, while I had these heart breaking emotions my cock was so hard it was hurting. I knew Kristie was going to have one hell of a big story to tell me when I picked her up Sunday evening.
George followed me out and could see I was a wreck. He suggested we go to the hotel bar and get a drink. George tried hard to bring some levity into the moment as he told me we should celebrate the evening. I had earlier gone to the bank and got one of those zippered bank bags. I counted out eleven thousand dollars and put it in the bag and zipping it up. I handed it to George. This was his 10% of the sale I had told him I was going to pay for helping us. Being George, he tried to refuse accepting the money. I said, "George, a deal is a deal. You earned every penny. It was spectacular watching you work that crowd. It was genius how you made Kristie livestock for sale on the auction block, just like a cattle auction. The way you got that crowd into the bidding frenzy was amazing. I never dreamed anyone would pay that much for Kristie's fantasy. Who is this guy that bought her? What can you tell me about him?"
"I know his father was a very wealthy oil company CEO. His mother and father were killed several years back in an accident. Trust me he can easily afford what he paid for Kristie, but it is still a lot of money!" Laughing, he said, "Who would have dreamed when you called me that day asking for help that this would be the outcome?"
I said, "The adventure has just begun for Kristie, I'm torn wishing I could tag along and watch everything he does with her while being there to protect her. As much as I would like to watch, and as erotic as I'm sure it will be, I'm pretty sure watching would be emotionally painful. I'm sure she will be returned very sore and tired Sunday. At least for her sake, I hope that's the outcome. You have heard of buyer's remorse, well I have seller's remorse. I hope I have not fucked up my marriage and my life. I love her so much. If I was to lose her I know my life would end."
"Hey buddy, it will be okay. I know this guy and she will be fine. I had a strong feeling he would be the one to take her home tonight. I knew he was willing to pay a lot more. Did you see that case of cash he brought? It was obvious he came prepared and determined to win the auction."
About then in a lowered voice George said, "Hey buddy, look there they are," as he pointed back into the hotel. I looked and saw my wife standing in the hotel with Cole and another guy who I thought I recognized as one of the men at the auction. George and I watched silently as the men talked. It looked like the man said something to Cole. I saw Cole nod his head like he was agreeing to something. I could see Kristie was still wearing the collar around her neck but I didn't see the leash. I saw the second man put his hand on the side of Kristie's face. He left it there a while, then put his other hand on her other cheek. He pulled her face to him and gave her a kiss that lasted much longer than a friendly kiss you might see as a greeting. The man pulled back from Kristie, still holding her face in his hands. I could see people staring at what was going on in the middle of a crowd of people. The man released her and turned to say something to Cole. Then he turned and walked toward the door which was the direction where we were seated. For a brief moment I thought it looked like Kristie might have seen us, but she turned and with her hand in Cole's arm allowed him to lead her toward the elevators. She was walking away from me following this guy I had met just a few minutes ago. I figured then that he must be using the suite that Paul had set aside. I watched with a deep longing as they turned stepping into the open door of an elevator car, and then were out of sight.
George spoke snapping me out of my trance and back to reality. "Hey buddy, don't want to break your train of thought, or to seem overanxious, but have you told Kristie about Stan and me each getting her for 24 hours each?"
Trying to take my eyes off what I just saw, I smiled and said, "Yes, and she is looking forward to being your slave. I told her you guys would schedule the time with her after she has recovered from this weekend."
Looking back over his shoulder to what we both just witnessed George said, "Hey buddy, relax, she will be fine. I know this Cole guy and he is a stand-up guy. Stan and I were very careful to make sure she would be safe with anyone in that room. We made sure there were no sick perverts in the group we invited. Even though all were trustworthy, if I was giving my wife to any of them for a weekend, and had to pick one from that group it would be Cole."
"I do appreciate that George. I know you are right, but I have to come to terms with the fact I just sold my wife like a slab of meat to a stranger at an auction with my permission and encouragement to do with her what he wants. Is that fucking sick or what? Now on top of that I think you and I just witnessed one of the other guys at the auction get permission from him to kiss my wife."
Laughing at my comments, George said, "Buddy, if you consider that prime female flesh you are married to, just a slab of meat, I definitely want to meet your butcher. Also, technically in this fantasy world you created she is his property until midnight Sunday. I heard you tell him to use her as his. What exactly was it that you expected to happen when you set this up?"
I had to laugh and saw he was just trying to cheer me up. "I know I'm fucked up, but it is really weird. Here I sit with my cock so damn hard it is actually hurting while I just saw a man take my wife to his room to use her as his sex slave for who knows what games he may have in mind. I just hope I have not destroyed my marriage. My Kristie is the sexiest and most beautiful woman in the world. I love her with all my heart. I could not live my life without her. On top of that, why is my cock so fucking hard? It should be a limp noodle from all this stress I feel, but instead this is all obviously turning me on."
Always the friend George had his own solution to my depression. "I know just what you need. You need some pussy old buddy and you need it bad. There isn't a club party this weekend, but come on over to the house tomorrow. I will tell Heidi you are in bad need of some pussy. I know she would love a romp in the bed with you. If it would make you feel better, since Kristie isn't here for me, I can get lost for a few hours and hit the golf course. You are welcome to fuck Heidi as long as you want her. She has always told me how much she likes it when you fuck her at the parties. Fucking my wife would certainly take your mind off Kristie and Cole for a while. What do you say? Want to dip your cock in Heidi's pussy?"
"George, you have no idea how much I do appreciate the offer and would like to do just that, but the truth of the matter is Kristie already set it up with my secretary to spend the weekend servicing me. If not for that I promise you I would be taking you up on the offer. Your wife is a great fuck. I better get out of here and get my mind on something else, otherwise I will go nuts."
I had just completed the hour Mike called the "Inspection Hour" and needless to say, I was very aroused and my pussy was soaked. I had successfully put my mind and attitude into the role of that as a Sex Slave. I felt in order to fully enjoy this experience, I needed to assume this role in mind, body and soul. The hour being blindfolded, fastened to the pole with my hands secured over my head, wearing only a leather collar and my shoes was mind blowing as I felt the hands and lips of people I didn't know touch my body in every intimate spot. Reading this it is probably difficult for most people to believe, but I'm actually very shy. Having strangers, whom I could not even see, come up to me and intimately touch my body had my pussy soaking wet and my heart racing. My anxiety level of all the combined sensations was at a level of sexual awareness I had never experienced previously.
While I was there some of the people talked to me or asked me questions and others said nothing. I was prohibited from talking unless given permission, but even then it was next to impossible with the ring gag in my mouth. Toward the end of the Inspection Hour the manager of the hotel approached me. I had met him earlier and even sucked his cock and swallowed his cum. He was a very nice man. As I stood there secured to the pole felt his body press against me as he leaned onto me to whisper in my ear. He said, "Kristie, I hope you don't mind, but Mike said we could touch you. I know I probably will not ever see you again and I'm not a wealthy man, so I can't buy you, but I must feel your pussy. I promise to not cum in you, but I want your pussy juice coating my cock."
The next thing I knew I felt his cock pushing against the lips of my pussy. My lips gave way allowing his cock to enter me. I was so wet he had no trouble accomplishing his desired goal. True to his word he thrust into me five times then pulled out. Again I felt him lean against me and whisper in my ear, "That was amazing. I have never needed more willpower than I did just now to stop fucking you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had my cock in. Thank you Kristie, I will never forget you." He was gone without another word. I really felt good he had done that. I was happy as I realized he probably would remember this moment the rest of his life and that's a nice memory for me.
Mike announced the end of the hour and removed my blindfold, unfastened my wrists from the pole and prepared me for the auction. My mind was in my role and I was determined to see this fantasy through to the conclusion. Finally I was able to see the group of strangers who had been talking to me and fondling me. In general they looked like professional business people. Two women made up the group otherwise consisting of men. None of these people looked out of place or like dirty old perverts. All were reasonably good looking, some more than others, but none were what I would consider unattractive.
Mike led me, by my leash, naked up onto the platform next to a speaker's podium. That's when I learned who the "Auctioneer" was to be. I had reconciled myself to being nude in front of the room of fully clothed people, all of whom were strangers I had never met and probably would never meet again. Mike's announcement the auctioneer was to be a good friend of ours, George from our swingers club, caused me to feel a bit of panic. Although George knew me very intimately, being in this setting with George was quite a shock! I was so embarrassed at the thought of him being here. Nothing makes you feel more naked than being the only nude person in a room of people, not only fully clothed, but wearing dress clothes. Not quite formal wear, but definitely not casual wear either.
As the auction began it was embarrassing, but all I had to do at first was just stand there as everyone was looking at me. I knew all eyes were on my body, but I was able to escape in my mind to the slave persona I had created for myself. As I heard the bidding, the amounts of money being bid shocked me. I could not get over the fact some of these people were willing to pay a few thousand dollars to be with me for a weekend. That's not really what was going on, but in the fog of my mind that's what I was thinking. What was actually going on was these people were willing to pay thousands of dollars for the fantasy of owning me as a piece of property to use for their pleasure for the entire weekend. To distract myself I was thinking about what I could do with the money, although I realized Mike had not told me his plans for the money. I wonder why I had not asked. Maybe it was because I didn't realize how much money was going to exchange hands. I wondered if Mike had any idea. If so, he certainly didn't tell me.
As the auction continued, it was obvious George was trying to get this small but elite crowd sexually aroused in order to get them to increase their bidding. After all, they were bidding on purchasing a sex slave. The ultimate humiliation was when George began revealing to these strangers the intimate details about how he had enjoyed sex with me. When I thought it couldn't get much worse, George told me to turn my back to the group and bend over. I realized in this position they would be able to see my most intimate areas. They would see two of my three holes they could use for cock penetration. George was talking about my tight ass and how he knew what a man's cock felt like in my ass. His open discussion of our intimate time together was almost more humiliation than I could take. Then I remembered Mike say the auctioneer would get 10% of the sale price. I realized George was trying to get himself and us more money, so I complied like the good little slave my fantasy required of me. After all this was my fantasy.
When George had me hold my tits in my hands and ask the guests to pinch my nipples, the wetness from my pussy was like someone had turned on a faucet. Even though some of them pinched a little too hard, I did enjoy the attention and even the pain, somewhat. When I reached the last man, Paul, whom I had given a blow job to earlier, and who had just fucked me while I was locked to the pole, my heart sank. His touch was so gentle and loving. He was really smitten by me and our brief intimate moments earlier. I was disappointed he would not be the winning bidder, since I was pretty sure he did not have that kind of disposable cash he could spend on buying me. The others in attendance appeared to be much better able to pay a large sum of cash for the experience of owing me for the weekend. I made a mental note to ask Mike if he would bring me back and allow Paul to have me for a few hours.
I was back up on the platform and was flabbergasted as I heard the bids rapidly increasing. I was wondering to myself what these people would expect from me after paying so much? I then heard the bid of one hundred ten thousand dollars and was shocked back to reality. George had my attention and I knew as he looked at me he was silently asking me if I really wanted to go through with this or call it off. We had talked and I knew this was my last chance to call off the fantasy. I knew, even if Mike and George didn't that there was no way I could call it off, even if I had wanted to do so. My sexual arousal was much too high. I had to see this through to the end. George understood when I gave a very slight nod of my head that my answer to his silent question was that I was ready and willing to go through with this to the end. George then said the one word to finalize the auction, thereby sealing the deal, "SOLD."
It was as if I was in the front seat of the roller coaster topping that first big hill. I was in for the ride with no way to stop the trip until I reached the end of the track. My journey had begun and it was a ride I would remember for the rest of my life, and one I sincerely wanted to experience. Little did I know at the time how long the ride would last and all the twists, turns and loops the track would take me through along the way. It truly was a roller coaster ride.
When completed I would know if this fantasy should have remained a fantasy or if this would be the best thing to happen to my sex life. Maybe, like most things in life, it would be somewhere in the middle, leaving me wanting more and regretful at the same time.
The man to whom I now belong is Mr. Cole. That's all I knew as I saw him approach the platform. I watched silently as George handed him the leash to which I was connected. George had been holding the leash that was connected to the collar Mike had fastened snugly around my neck. I recall thinking at the time that Cole was a pleasant looking man. His hair was coal black with a fleck of gray on the right temple leading me to estimate his age to be in his late 40's or early 50's. He was a tall man. Taller than Mike. Using Mike as a comparison, I figured Cole to be around 6'3". His body was trim and fit. He was clean shaven and his skin was nicely tanned. His hazel eyes pierced through me as if he could see clear through to my soul.
Immediately upon accepting my leash from George, Mr. Cole grasped the ring on the front of my collar and held me as his eyes roamed over my body. He was inspecting up close what he now owned. He looked back into my eyes and smiled. I could not help but wonder what he was thinking. Was he pleased with his purchase?
I caught a glimpse of my husband as he appeared from the back of the room. George handed Mr. Cole a pen and had him sign the agreement. Mr. Cole handed the form to Mike. George handed Mr. Cole a copy of the form Mike had signed earlier. Cole opened a briefcase he was carrying and I saw more cash than I had ever seen at one time, prior to this. He took eleven bundles of bills, I later learned contained $10,000 each and handed them to Mike. It made only a small dent in the total number of bundles I saw in the case. How much must he have been willing to pay? I looked around the room and saw that everyone had left, leaving only Mike, George, Mr. Cole and myself still in the room. Strange as it may sound standing there naked, as the only female, with these three fully clothed men surrounding me, made me feel very small and vulnerable. It was even more so than when the room was full of people touching my naked body.
With the business part of the sale out of the way, and just the four of us remaining in the room, I was surprised when Mike in such a matter of fact manner acknowledged to Mr. Cole I was now his property and asked permission to kiss me. It is strange, but as the sex slave owned by another man, I have never enjoyed any of Mike's kisses more than I enjoyed the taste of his mouth as his tongue snaked into my mouth and took very brief possession of me during that moment.
My thoughts at that moment, feeling I was the property of another man and my husband had to ask that man who now owned me for permission to kiss me, did something to make the kiss mean that much more. My heart was ripped apart. I wanted to experience this fantasy so much, but my love and desire to have Mike roughly take me, forcefully fucking my cunt right there in front of these men, had never been stronger. I would have even enjoyed it if Mike had allowed each of the others to fuck me. The fact, in this fantasy, that I no longer belonged to him changed the kiss somehow. I can't explain it, but it happened.
The kiss was over much too quick. As Mike released his embrace of my nude body, I once again felt so alone and naked. Mike told me he loved me and I truly believe at that moment he loved me as much or more than I loved him. He handed Mr. Cole my dress, overnight bag and the duffel bag containing the sex toys. Mike turned and walked toward the door, I tried to watch him leave, but Mr. Cole grabbed my collar again and turned me toward him, preventing me from watching Mike exit the door. I realized at this moment that George had also left with Mike. I was now naked and alone with this man I had just met and knew nothing about. I didn't even know his first name.
Cole's voice was deep and smooth. Even though what he had to say was not something you would expect to calm you, it did. He immediately put me at ease and made my slave persona become even more real. "I realize this is a fantasy you have had for some time. We both realize midnight Sunday this will all be a memory. My hope is we both treasure these memories for the rest of our lives. While you and I both realize you are not actually my sex slave, I shall treat you as one and expect you to behave as a submissive slave at all times, unless I instruct you otherwise. I understand you have a safe word that will terminate the fantasy. I ask one additional condition, to hopefully prevent your use of the safe word. If you ever say the word "RED" this all stops, but if you feel that we are approaching that point, if you say the word "YELLOW" I will slow down or lessen the intensity of what is happening. If you say "PAUSE" I will stop and we can discuss any concerns you have, without stopping the fantasy. Is this agreeable to you?"
It was now time to really get into my role as this man's property and in my mind become his sex slave, I responded to his question, by kneeling on the floor at his feet. With my eyes focused on the floor I'mswered by saying, "Yes Master. I'm yours and my only desire it to bring you happiness through your use of my body."
I could not see his face, but I could hear the smile in his voice as he said "Excellent!"
I waited there on my knees with my eyes lowered and heard him continue. "My little slave, I'm a very demanding, but also a very loving man. I will punish you if you disobey, or even if you have not disobeyed. You will be punished as it suits me to do so. You will be naked at all times, unless I have you in public. In order to avoid a scene or arrest, I will have you dressed in as little as possible to keep from raising the attention of law enforcement. I'm not interested in protecting your modesty and will have you dressed as it pleases me. I do fully intend to push you to your limits and beyond as I enjoy your embarrassment. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master, I understand and welcome your attention."
"Very good. I have every expectation we will both enjoy our time together. One more thing, I assume you are on birth control, if not that's unfortunate. I had the required medical check and am healthy and assume you are also. I'm fertile, but I will never use a condom when I use you. You must admit it would be ridiculous to fuck your own slave while wearing a condom. I tell you this so you will know how you will be used. You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question or give you permission to speak. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master."
"What do you wish to be called if I introduce you in public or to friends? I will obviously make people aware you are my slave, but do you wish for me to simply call you "slave" or is there another name or title you would prefer I use? You may look at me. I do not require you to look at the floor. You have lovely eyes and a beautiful face I wish to see."
I looked up into his eyes and thought for a few moments before answering, "My name to my husband is Kristie, but I believe a property owner should be able to name his property something to his liking. I believe a name and/or title of your choosing is what is proper. After all, you own me, I'm your property and as such you should give me a name or title of your choice. It is your right as the owner to name your property."
"Marvelous! I do like your attitude and know this is going to be very enjoyable for me and hopefully for you as well. Your name shall be Erica. You will not answer to your former name, but to the name your owner has now given you. Although not necessary, I will explain. Erica is the name of my sister Elizabeth's daughter. You will meet my brother and sister tomorrow. Erica is my beautiful niece and I have always had a very strong urge to fuck her. So far I have been able to suppress my urges with regard to her. Naming you Erica will give me the opportunity to live my fantasy of fucking my niece as I use you for my pleasure. It will be fun as I imagine I'm actually fucking my niece. During those times you will refer to me as Uncle Simon and all other verbal feedback from you will be given as my niece and not as my slave. Do you understand?"
What a strange coincidence, I thought, my husband will also be fucking a woman named Erica this weekend. I smiled and said, "I understand Master. Your slave likes her new name."
"Stand up, I nave to dress you so I can take you to my room. Although I know every man in this hotel would prefer you naked, I know most of the women would be offended or more likely jealous of my slave's body."
I smiled at the compliment, as I stood submissively before the man who now owns me. Mr. Cole dressed me and tied the sash holding it closed in front. He slipped my shoes on my feet, one at a time buckling the straps around my ankles. He unclipped the leash attached to my collar, but left the collar fastened around my neck. As we left the room he took my hand placing it in his arm just forward of his elbow.
We walked through the hotel as normal as any couple, except I was wearing a leather collar buckled around my neck. We approached the stairs and he opened the door. "We will take the stairs up one flight. Then we will take the elevator up to my suite."
I said nothing, but apparently he detected my unspoken question. "Let's call this show and tell. I'm so happy to own you and you are such a beautiful creature, I want to walk you through the lobby and allow others to see my slave."
We ascended the one flight of stairs to the first floor. It occurred to me that Mike might still be there and maybe see me. I hoped I would be able to see him, if he had not left for home already.
Exiting the stairway several people were walking around. We even saw one of the other men who had been at the auction. He approached us and extended his hand to Mr. Cole. In an English accent he greeted Mr. Cole. "My congratulations ole boy. I was also bidding on this beauty. Abbot is my name. I went to $95,000 but could not top your bid. I do wish I was in our shoes right now. She is quite a lovely beauty that's for sure." He looked at me, but never spoke directly to me, only to Mr. Cole. He looked at me then at Mr. Cole. "My good man do you mind if I help myself to just a small taste of this creature?"
"Not at all. She is a beauty and it would be unfair of me to not share my good fortune."
He turned to me, ran his hand gently down my left cheek and along my jawbone. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see people watching this unusual behavior, but I kept my eyes on the man to whom permission to use me had been given by my new owner. He took my other cheek in his hand and gave me an open mouth kiss, which I returned trying to make him feel good about kissing me. He backed off, still holding my face and staring at me as if he was trying to memorize every detail. Slowly he dropped his hands and turned back to Mr. Cole. "She is simply perfect. The sexiest little thing I do believe I have ever had the opportunity to be this close to. Thank you sir for allowing me this moment, and for your hospitality. I do hope you enjoy using her and again, my congratulations on an excellent contest and your purchase." He was smiling as he turned and walked toward the doors. For a brief moment I thought I caught a glimpse of Mike and George in the hotel bar just to the west side of the lobby. I could not be sure as Mr. Cole turned me in the opposite direction leading me toward the elevators.
We approached the elevator and we entered with an older retired couple. I noticed the husband kept looking at me. He was trying his best to not be noticed. I gave him a shy smile trying to do so without alerting his wife or letting my new owner know. He was trying to be cautious, but his wife did see him looking at me, but ignored it at first. Then when she caught him a couple more times and realized I had observed his attention as well, she said, "Dear please ignore my husband. He does not get out much and when he sees a pretty girl like you he makes a fool of himself."
I smiled, but did not say anything; however Mr. Cole looked at the lady and said, "He is welcome to look at her all he likes. I believe beautiful women should be admired and my Erica is a very beautiful woman, don't you agree?"
"Yes, she is very pretty and it is obvious what my husband thinks of her," she said as her eyes roamed my body assessing me.
"If you and your husband are free later this evening, I would enjoy your company in my suite where you can get to know my Erica and me much better. We are in the Presidential Suite. Please do us the honor and drop by if you have the time."
I wondered what this was all about, but was confident I would learn more as the evening progressed.
The elevator stopped at the top floor and Mr. Cole led the way to the Presidential Suite holding my hand on his arm. He opened the door and I followed him in. It seemed strange as a gentleman would normally allow a lady to enter before him, but I realized in our altered roles, I was not a lady, but rather a slave and would not be given the same courtesies I would otherwise expect and receive. I closed the door and proceeded to the center of the main room.
"Erica, were you not listening earlier?"
I had no idea what he was talking about. I had just met him a few minutes earlier and here I was being made to believe I had done something wrong. "Master, did I do something wrong?"
"I will not remind you again. I thought I made myself very clear when I told you whenever we are not in public you are to be naked. You will only wear your shoes unless I tell you otherwise. Just so you will know, if you are wearing shoes like those you are now wearing, leave them on unless instructed otherwise. Those are very sexy and make my cock hard seeing them on your petite little feet. Shoes not designed to complement your feet sexually will be removed along with any other coverings. I will let this slip-up pass as you are new to my rules, but after this if you do not immediately undress upon entry into a building you will be punished. Now, strip and let me have a closer look at what I bought this evening."
I immediately untied the sash holding my dress closed, but left the stilettos on my feet. I folded my dress and placed it on the couch. I thought he probably wanted the collar to remain on, but was not sure. "Master?"
"Yes Erica. Do you have a question?"
"Yes Master. Do you wish for me to keep my collar on?"
"Yes Erica. Your collar is not clothing, but rather a sign to others you are owned property. It was good and proper for you to ask so you can learn my desires."
He openly stared at me. It is seen as being impolite to stare, so when he openly stared at me, it was strange and was humiliating. I was standing naked in front of this fully clothed attractive man who was looking at me like you would closely inspect a new car you had just purchased for any marks of blemishes. It made me feel uncomfortable. He even took my arm lifting it and turning me around to inspect my back. As he held my arm, I felt his other hand touch the back of my neck. Slowly I felt it slide down my spine to my waist. His palm flattened and smoothed over both buttocks. His hand continued slowly and gently down the back of each leg.
Turning me back around he did the same in front, starting at the base of my neck. He cupped each breast in his palm and squeezed them as one would squeeze a melon to determine firmness at the grocery store. Continuing his inspection down over my tummy and abdomen, he moved to my legs. As he finished his inspection of my feet he placed his hand on the inside of my thighs. "Spread them wide for me." I moved my feet apart. "Wider slave," I moved them as far apart as I was able and still be able to maintain my balance. He bent his head between my legs and kissed the inside of each thigh. "Simply beautiful. I have never seen such beauty." He was staring at my smooth pussy. His hand cupped me and I felt a wonderful sensation as he closed his hand tightly gripping me. He relaxed his grip and drew one finger through the moist separation between my lips. I felt his finger part my lips and enter me. I was unable to hold back a soft moan as I felt him in my body. "You like that do you? I'm very pleased."
He pulled his hand from me and placed the finger that moments before had been exploring my wet pussy, at my lips. "Slave, clean your cunt juice from your Master's finger." I opened my mouth and eagerly sucked on his finger. Tasting myself on him and feeling the roughness of his finger against my tongue. This was much more enjoyable than doing it while wearing the ring gag Mike had put on me. I obediently bathed his finger with my tongue, all the while he openly stared at me. He withdrew his finger and stood looking into my eyes. "Slave I'm very pleased with my purchase this evening. You are magnificent. What in the hell was your previous owner thinking when he allowed you to be sold to a stranger. If you were mine, I would literally never let you out of my sight." Looking at me a few more moments, he placed his finger under my chin and moved my lips to touch his. He slowly and sensually kissed me. It was one of the most memorable kisses of my life. This man certainly knew how to kiss a woman and make her remember it!
"Very well done my little slave. I'm extremely pleased with my purchase this evening. You are the first slave I have owned. I'm looking forward to fully enjoying my property. I certainly intend on enjoying every minute of my ownership. It is really a shame I could not have bought you as a real sex slave. I would have enjoyed owning you for real."
"Your true owner is a very fortunate man. I would never grow tired of looking at this magnificent body. As we both know, I have plans to do more than just look at it this weekend." He gave me a wicked smile as he said this. I knew it was going to be a weekend full of sex, adventure and learning new limits to which I would willingly submit myself. What I didn't know was all the many different confusing and exciting emotions I would experience along the journey. How was I going to feel and ultimately the question loomed whether or not this birthday present would actually end as scheduled at midnight Sunday.
As I was standing there before him I heard the chime of the door. I gasped and was looking for a place to go, when my owner said, "Slave did you not hear the door? It appears we have company. It is very rude of my slave to make them wait."
It occurred to me that he expected me to answer the door nude, just as I was. Who would be on the other side of the door? It really did not matter, I knew I would answer it and whoever it was would see my total nudity and my embarrassment would reach yet another level of humiliation.
"Go on slave, or must I give you some motivation to do as you are told?"
"Yes, Master as you wish."
I reached for the door and the moment of truth had arrived as I turned the handle and pulled the door open. Standing there was the retired couple we had met on the elevator. The husband's eyes were as big as saucers. The wife looked at him and said "I hope you are enjoying this. Yes, she is very pretty, but do you have to make a fool out of yourself?" As I stood there not knowing what to say, I heard from behind me, "Welcome, folks. Come on in. Please excuse Erica's lack of manners. Please come in, relax and have a seat. I'm so happy you found the time to stop by."
The first to speak was the wife. "I was a little surprised when Erica opened the door. She really is a beautiful little thing." Laughing and looking at her husband then back to Mr. Cole, she said "I think she may have even put some life back into the old boy's pants." Pointing her finger indicating she was referring to her husband's cock.
"Yes, I apologize for the shock. We did not mean to startle you, but I'm in the process of training her. She is quite a beautiful creature, I must agree."
"Training her," the wife asked in an inquiring tone.
"Yes, you see we had just come from a rather unusual event when we ran into you folks in the elevator."
I realized what he was doing and was mortified, he was about to tell these strangers about the auction!
"You see, this beautiful creature is the wife of a man who is a friend of one of my business associates. It does sound complicated, but let me explain."
"Erica, can you please come in and join us?"
They were seated and I wondered where I was to sit. "Please, dear, just kneel right here." Was he serious, he was pointing to a spot on the floor next to the chair he was seated in? "Yes, please have a seat and join us while I explain how we came to be here." I knelt on the spot he indicated. He looked at me and in a voice loud enough for them to hear said, "You will always spread your knees wide when sitting or kneeling thereby allowing others the opportunity to enjoy your beauty."
I was shocked, but this man did know how to get my pussy juices flowing. I obediently spread my knees giving the couple a direct line of sight to my bald pussy. At the same time I felt both totally embarrassed being put on display like this, and also very proud to be considered to be so attractive by these people to become the focus of their eyes and attention.
"As I was telling you, Erica here, although that's not her real name, but rather the name I gave her, is the wife of a man who understands his wife's fantasies. This particular fantasy involved her being sold as a sex slave at an auction held for that purpose. As I said, we were just coming from that auction when our good fortune allowed the four of us to meet. I was just going over some of my requirements of her when you arrived. Mind you I did not really buy her, but more like I have a lease on her. Yes, it is a lease that expires midnight Sunday."
He laughed and said, "I can assure you, I wish it was a lease with an option to buy." Everyone laughed, except me.
"I have ownership of her until then. Her husband will pick her up and she will return to her normal life, or so that's the plan. I'mticipate both she and I will have some lasting memories of our time together." As he said that he smiled and looked at me.
The couple sat together obviously thinking about what Mr. Cole had just explained. The lady spoke next. "Let me get this straight. There was an auction this evening with this pretty lady being the merchandise for sale? Is that what you are saying?"
"As I said, it is a little unusual, but essentially, yes that's correct. It was more like a livestock auction, but she was the only property sold."
"May I ask how much you paid for her?"
"You may. The bidding started at $5,000 and I won the auction with the bid of $110,000."
I saw their eyes go wide when they heard the price.
"You actually paid $110,000 in cash for this pretty little lady? And you will be giving her back to her husband midnight Sunday. You are saying that until then you can do anything with her you want?"
"That about sums it up. There are some things I can't do to her such as place a permanent mark on her, like a tattoo or brand, or break her skin and draw blood. Stuff like that. If the fantasy gets far enough out of her comfort zone she has the ability to stop it at any time. I don't anticipate her needing to do that as I have every intention to push her beyond her comfort zone, but not beyond that which she is able to endure. For example forcing her to answer the door naked this evening was far outside her comfort zone, but she did it. If truth be known it sexually aroused her to answer the door when you arrived. If I was to check, I'm sure making her kneel here with her knees spread is making her pussy very wet."
The husband, said, "I sure wish I could have been in your shoes. That auction must have been something to witness."
Mr. Cole was silent for a few moments as if thinking. He looked at me then at the gentleman and asked, "Forgive me, but what is your name?"
"I'm Samuel Cook and this is my wife Gloria."
"Well Sam, may I call you Sam?'
"Sure, everyone does."
"Sam I'm going to ask Gloria to help me with an experiment."
"Gloria, would you mind helping me conduct a little test?"
"Sure, what can I do?"
"Great, I appreciate your assistance. Erica, stand next to Gloria with your legs spread."
I drew my knees together and rose to stand. I walked and stood in front of the lady with my hands clasped together behind my back. I shifted my feet to spread my legs as commanded and stood awaiting whatever was to come next.
"Isn't she just beautiful? I simply can't get enough of the sight of her. Now if you will, please put two or three fingers in her and let me know if she is aroused."
Gloria looked at my bald pussy directly in her line of sight then shifting her gaze to my eyes. "This is very strange." She looked at Mr. Cole. "Shouldn't we ask her if this is okay? She hasn't said anything since we arrived."
"I understand your apprehension. Normally, the answer to your question is no we would not ask her. She is a slave and will do as she is commanded, but since you just met her and don't fully understand this strange situation you have found yourselves in, I will help you a little. Erica, tell Sam and Gloria what you are."
"Master, I'm a sex slave."
"Who am I?"
"You are my Master and owner."
"What is your most pressing desire?"
"I wish only that my body be used to bring my Master pleasure and bring pleasure to those my Master allows to use it."
Gloria looked at Mr. Cole and said, "That's the sexiest thing I have ever heard. She really is a submissive sex slave. This is incredible!"
Next I felt her hand between my legs. She wasn't content to just check for wetness, she was taking full advantage of the opportunity given her to explore the soft waxed hairless skin between my legs. She rubbed her finger back and forth between my lips then I felt her fingers part my lips and felt her fingers wiggling inside me. Her fingers felt good. As a slave I was able to shed all guilt and allow myself to be used. All too soon Gloria pulled her fingers from me and held her wet glistening fingers up for Sam and Mr. Cole to see.
"You were right. This slut is soaking wet."
"Did you like her silky soft smooth pussy lips?"
"Yes, they are very soft."
"She has them waxed to remove the hair. Please feel her anus. It is also waxed and hairless."
I felt her fingers caress my asshole and feel all around to satisfy herself it was hairless. "That's amazing. Her skin is as soft as a baby's skin."
"Yes, isn't it? Gloria your fingers are a mess. Erica, kneel and use that sexy mouth of yours to clean Gloria's fingers of your cunt juice."
Gloria looked at Mr. Cole and asked, "Really? She will clean my fingers with her mouth?"
"Yes Gloria. She loves the taste of her own cunt juice. Don't be shy, she enjoys being used. Don't you my dear?"
"Yes Master" Kneeling on my knees I opened my mouth wide and waited. Gloria tentatively placed her fingers, one at a time, between my lips as my tongue gave each one a thorough bath. Once all three had been cleaned Master said, "Slave, take note of your position. Is there anything you have forgotten?"
I was in a panic. What had I forgotten? Obviously I had failed to obey a previous command. Looking at my legs I realized my knees were not spread wide as I had been told was expected of me. Hoping to be forgiven for this transgression, I'mswered, "Master's slave forgot to spread her knees when kneeling to allow others a view of this slave's cunt."
"Very good, you were able to both recognize your error and to admit you failed to comply with my instructions. Since this is your second offense, I have no choice but to give you some motivation to help you to not forget again." He turned to Gloria. "Ma'am, it was as she stood before you that she failed to properly display herself. If you would like, it would please me for you to administer her discipline. If you would rather, you may have your husband administer it. Since she is my responsibility, if neither of you wish to do it, I will administer the discipline and you can observe. If you are uncomfortable seeing her disciplined, I will wait and administer it after you leave. As my guests, the choice is yours."
Since my eyes were focused on the floor immediately before me I could not see her, but I did hear Gloria say, "I would love to discipline her, but I know my husband would get great thrill in doing it. I appreciate your offer and would like to give this opportunity to him."
"Very well" Cole directed his attention to Mr. Cook. "Sam, I'm going to have my slave place her body across your lap. Her punishment will be 20 swats to her ass cheeks. You may administer those with your hand, or if you prefer, you may use a paddle. Which would you like to use?"
I could not see Mr. Cook's face but I could hear the excitement in his voice as he said, "I probably should use a paddle, but I can't resist getting to feel her bare flesh against my hand."
"Very well then. Erica you will lie face down across the gentleman's legs and present yourself for punishment. I hope this lesson will teach you to pay attention to the rules and maybe the next time you kneel you will remember the proper way to display your body so others may enjoy looking at you."
I tuned and waited for Mr. Cook to get situated in his chair. I then lay across his lap. I immediately felt his hands begin to roam over my body. He pushed and pulled at me to position me as he wanted me across his lap. I assisted him in moving as he wanted me, then awaited the punishment I knew was to follow.
Master said, "Sam, you may begin when you are ready. Remember 20 hard spanks to her beautiful ass. Erica, you will count each swat to help him keep track. After each sway you will thank Mr. Cook for the lesson to help you remember. Please begin and make sure she learns her lesson and will not so easily forget the next time."
I felt a hand on me, and assumed it belonged to Mr. Cook, as it stroked my cheeks. I felt a sudden jerk in his legs and immediately felt a sharp sting to my left cheek. The jerk must have been from him starting the swing of his arm toward my defenseless ass cheeks. If so, he was putting a lot of effort into the spank since it hurt like hell.
"Yeeooooowww"
There was a moment of silence as my mind was focused on the burning in my ass. Then I heard Master say, "Sam, that was perfect. Normally that would have been her first, but since she forgot, or refused to help you keep track of the count and forgot her manners by not thanking you, that one does not count. Please begin again."
Shit! I thought to myself. That was a freebee for him. Now it is 21. That's if I don't screw up again. The hand had been on my ass the entire time after the first swat. I felt it leave and braced myself for what I knew was to follow. Again I felt that jerk in his legs followed immediately by the sting of a hundred bees on my ass cheeks. "Yeeooooowww, ONE, thank you sir for this lesson to help this slave remember."
"Excellent. That was perfect. I'm very excited to see this slave's ass as it will turn a beautiful cherry red color."
I continued to lay there as the hand rose and fell 20 more times. Each time I made sure to announce the count and thank Mr. Cook for the lesson. By the time he was finished it felt like my ass was on fire.
I heard Master say, "I have an idea I think you might like. I can't give you a photo showing her face, but I can give you a photo of her draped across your lap showing her pretty little red ass. That's if you would like a photo as a memento and to help you remember this day."
I heard Mr. Cook exclaim, "That would be wonderful. Can I have my wife sit close and get her to lay across both of our laps at the same time?"
"I think that's an excellent idea. You are free to show the photo to your friends, but if it were me, I would cherish, and keep private, this personal moment your wife and you shared with this beautiful submissive lady. I will leave that decision to the two of you."
Master left the room as the couple positioned themselves and then had me drape myself over them. My breasts hung between Mrs. Cook's thighs. As Master got ready to take the photo Mrs. Cook slipped her hand into her lap and between her legs then began massaging my breast. It did feel good. It was obvious she was getting into this scene as she did not ask me, or even Mr. Cole if she could touch me like this. I heard the camera shutter and saw the flash of the strobe as Master took three photos. He then asked them for their email address. He promised to send them the images when he was able to get to a computer and download the photos from the camera.
Mrs. Cook asked her husband, "What do you think of all this honey?"
"I think Mr. Cole is one very lucky man. This little lady is lovely, and this fantasy auction sounds like a movie script for a hit porn movie. I wish I could have been there to see it."
Laughing Mr. Cole, said, "If you only knew. It was absolutely the most erotic event I have ever witnessed. I'm very fortunate to have been able to afford to buy her, and even being invited to the auction was a stroke of good fortune."
"Sam I want to thank you for spanking her ass. You did a wonderful job and I thought her ass was perfect beforehand, but now that you have put a deep red color on it the visual of her ass is now even better." They were all looking at my ass and I felt their hands lightly stroke me from my waist to the upper part of my thighs. "Sam, what would you think if I could give you a little taste of what it is like to be me?"
"I would love to be you even if only for a few minutes."
"If Gloria does not mind, I would like to offer you the use of my slave for your comfort and to relieve any tension you may be experiencing."
"Do you mean what I think you mean," Sam asked?
"Erica, show Mr. Cook some of your exceptional talents."
I rose to crawl and kneel in front of Sam, remembering to spread my knees, all the while Gloria watched my every move. I looked at Gloria when she spoke directly to me saying, "Honey, you have your work cut out for you. My Sam has not been able to get that cock of his hard for quite some time, but regardless of that I'm sure he will enjoy your touch."
I thought to myself that I was up for the challenge to see if I could light the fire in this old guy by getting his cock hard and showing his wife he still does have it.
I looked into Sam's eyes and asked, "Mr. Cook, do you think I'm pretty?"
"Darling, you are the prettiest creature I have ever laid these old eyes on." I smiled and began unbuckling his belt and opening his pants all the while continuing to talk to him.
"Mr. Cook my Master has given me to you for you to use for your own pleasure. Did you enjoy spanking my poor defenseless ass."
"Yes honey. You have such a soft and sweet ass. Touching the skin on your ass is like touching a satin pillow, it is flawless."
"Mr. Cook you do know you are free to ask me anything, don't you? My Master has given you permission to touch me anywhere and anyway you want. My only purpose and desire in life at this moment it to make your every fantasy come true. Mr. Cook, please will you let me be your fantasy girl. My master wants nothing more than for you to enjoy the use of his property."
Sam looked at Gloria, and said, "Can you believe this. She is every man's wet dream." He turned back to look at me saying, "Honey, you have already made me a very happy man. I will never forget you for as long as I live."
I saw him look back to his wife as she said, "Baby, just sit back and enjoy her. I love watching this sweet young thing make you happy. She is really a sex fantasy come true."
I turned my full attention to Sam. With his pants loose, I began pulling them down. After getting his pants off, I reached up the leg of his boxers and felt his very limp small cock and his balls. At his age, he was still in pretty good shape. I started to work his cock with my hand as I looked into his eyes. I smiled my sexiest smile at him and saw his face light up.
"Mr. Cook, You don't have to ask permission to touch me. I like the feel of a strong man's hands on me. I promise my Master does not mind if you play with me and I will not break. I know you like touching my skin. You can pinch my nipples or squeeze my tits as hard as you want if it makes you feel good. I enjoy being at the feet of a strong man and like to feel pain from his hands. The pain from a strong manly touch makes me wet. That's why the spanking you gave me was so arousing for me, and I'm pretty sure you liked hurting my bottom."
I thought I felt a twitch in his cock when I said that last bit. "Mr. Cook, are you enjoying using and looking at and using my Master's property?"
"Oh darling, you have no idea how much I'm enjoying using his property."
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them lower. "Mr. Cook, I'm impressed, your cock is very handsome. Mrs. Cook is a lucky woman."
He had not touched me since the spanking to my ass. "Can you tell me something," I asked him?
"Sure, what would you like to know?"
"Well, if you like looking at my naked body, and you think I'm pretty, why don't you want to touch me? You spanked my ass pretty hard, but now you don't seem to want to touch me. Is there something wrong with me?"
"Honey, it is nothing like that. I do want to touch you, but you are too pretty to touch. There is nothing wrong with you, it is just that you are too perfect for an old man to touch."
"Mr. Cook, I'm here for you and only you. Please feel me I need to feel your touch. A dominate man's touch makes me feel so vulnerable and so much more feminine and desirable."
I had been fondling his cock and rolling his balls in my hand. I now leaned forward taking his limp cock into my mouth. Normally at this point the cocks I have had in the past are hard and ready for action. I knew Sam was going to take some work, but that was okay with me, I wanted to make sure he enjoyed this and that Mrs. Cook saw me pleasure her husband.
As I was working on him I felt his hand touch my hair. He stroked my hair and then his hand slipped down to my breasts. He began to tease my left nipple with his fingers. He lightly pinched it and I heard him say, "Gloria, she is amazing. Her nipple is as hard as a small pebble. My cock feels so good in her mouth. Here, feel her skin, it is so wonderfully soft."
Gloria and I knew she had already felt my nipple while I was over her lap, but I was almost certain she was not going to pass up another opportunity to touch me. I saw her reach toward me and then felt her hand cup my breast. She wrapped her hand around it and gave my tit flesh a gentle squeeze. It honestly did feel good. I still had Sam's balls in my hand, rolling them around as I put all my talent into getting his cock hard.
"She really is soft," I heard Gloria say in a breathy voice. It was apparent she was getting worked up as she enjoyed the feel of my flesh.
I heard her talking to Sam. "Honey, I heard her tell you she likes feeling a man's touch. If that's what she likes, let her feel the touch of a strong man."
Without them saying any more I felt a hard pinch to my right nipple and at the same time felt some firmness begin to build. I moaned when Sam pinched me. The pain in my tit gave me even more motivation to increase my efforts to get him fully hard.
"Did you see that baby? She liked it when you pinched her. Use both of your hands and squeeze both of her tits as hard as you can."
I felt his hands as they circled my tits and then felt them being crushed! For an old guy, he had a hell of a grip. My tits were aching from the pressure of this grip. I could tell he was like some other men I had been with in our swinger group, those men enjoy inflicting pain on a woman. It was obvious Sam was really getting turned on with the knowledge his grip was hurting me from the simple fact his cock was getting hard much faster. Causing me pain by squeezing my tits was the trick to getting him hard. I wondered if Mrs. Cook was willing to take the pain in order to make her man happy. I like being handled rough, but many women do not.
"This little girl is amazing. Can you believe it, she has me so hard. It feels so good to have a hard cock after all these years. I'm going to fill her mouth with my cum. Watch me baby as I feed Mr. Cole's slave a nice load of man milk. I can't believe it, I'm going to cum!"
I felt that familiar swelling of a cock just before the pulsations that filled my mouth with his essence. I kept sucking and playing with Sam's balls as he emptied himself into my mouth. I made sure to now swallow his cum. Normally I swallow a man's cum as I receive it, but this time I decided to keep it in my mouth to show Sam and Gloria the results of my efforts.
When his cock pulsations finally stopped, and I had collected all the cum his cock could feed me, I pulled back letting him slip from between my lips. I looked at them both and opened my mouth showing them the pool of cum in my mouth. They smiled at me then looked at each other. When their gaze returned to me, I closed my mouth and swallowed Sam's cum. I then took him back into my mouth and cleaned every last drop of cum from his cock. Sitting back up, I gave them my sweetest smile. I turned and crawled back to my previous spot on the floor at Mr. Cole's feet. I felt his hand stroke my hair as I sat there. He pulled my head onto his leg, placing my cheek on his thigh, while looking at the couple. As I lay there I felt his right hand begin stroking my hair again as one would stroke a small lap dog. I was very content and happy I had given Mr. Cook a nice orgasm.
Mr. Cook spoke first, "Amazing is all I can say. That little lady has it all. She is not only beautiful, she is the best cock sucker I have ever experienced, not that I have experienced that many," he said as he sheepishly looked at his wife. "Baby, you know what I mean," he said as he looked at her.
She smiled and said, "I know. I can't come close to the talents of this pretty little lady. Mr. Cole I know you are going to enjoy your time with her, and to you little lady, I owe you my heartfelt thanks for giving my Sam the experience of being able to enjoy your lovely body. You do have the most amazing skin. Mr. Cole, can I ask one last favor?"
"Sure Gloria, what is it."
"It is a little embarrassing, but I figure what the hell after what we have been discussing tonight. Would you mind letting me taste her cunt?"
"Not at all Gloria. I can have her take care of you also, if you would like."
"No, I would just like to taste the cunt juice of a woman as pretty as her. That's all I ask."
I felt Mr. Cole lift my head and motion me to Gloria saying, "Go on pet, let the lady taste you."
I crawled over to her feet. She said, "Honey, just turn around with that sweet little cunt up here so I can reach it."
Remaining on all fours, I turned my bottom to Gloria. I heard and felt her lower herself, onto the floor behind me, from the couch she was sitting on. Next I felt her hands on my sore abused ass and could feel her breath on my pussy. It was strange feeling another woman's fingers separating my lips and then feeling her tongue enter me. The feeling of her tongue on my clit caused me to moan. Hearing me she laughed, "Mr. Cole I think your slave likes a woman eating her." As quick as it came, the touch was gone. I remained in place and heard her say, "Just as I thought, her pussy juice is a sweet as she is pretty. There is one more thing I would like if you don't mind."
"Not at all, what else can I do for you?"
"It is nothing to do with using your slave, but if I could have a private conversation with her, I would like to ask her a couple questions. Do you mind?"
"I don't mind. Pet, go with Mrs. Cole and answer her questions."
I stood and Mrs. Cole took hold of my hand. She led me to the opposite side of the large room. In a low voice so nobody could hear she asked, "What was the trick to making Sam hard? I hope it is something I can do for him."
Thinking how to answer her I leaned in close to whisper in her ear, "Mrs. Cole he likes hurting his partner. When he pinched my nipple I felt his cock get a surge of hardness and then when he squeezed both of my tits with his hands, he squeezed very hard and that was when he really got hard. Many men like hurting a female. Your Sam is one of those. It excites him and that's how you can get him hard, if you are able to take the pain."
She backed off and looked me in the eye. Then she asked, "How do you take the pain? Do you like it or just endure it to please your partner?"
This was easy to answer. "Ma'am I enjoy the feel of a very dominate man. I enjoy a certain amount of pain. Any pain above the level of the pain level that arouses me I enjoy because I know it excites my man to hurt me. This is not pain that caused serious injury. I will frequently get bruises, sore nipples, whip or cane marks, but that's about it. It does hurt, but does no serious injury results. It depends on whether he will do that to you. I'm a stranger and this role as a sex slave is much different than you as his wife. You asked and that's what made his cock hard, but can you do it and better yet, will he do it to you? Just work with him and see how it goes. Be his submissive woman and that may help."
She kept looking at me as if she was trying to see into my brain. Then she seemed to come to an understanding and said, "Honey, you have been so good to my Sam and for that I'm so appreciative. Thank you for sharing this information with me and maybe I will be able to be a better lover to my man as a result. I hope you weekend is full of fun and all kinds of sexy perversion." Wrapping her arms around me she pulled me tightly into her breasts. She kissed me assertively like a man kisses a woman. After a lengthy passionate kiss she released me turning and looking back at the two men watching us.
"Thank you Mr. Cole for your hospitality, and for sharing your lovely slave with us. I could spend many hours with her, but we really must be going. I know you are going to get very little sleep as you use this beautiful creature this weekend. Sam and I are deeply in your debt for such a memorable and erotic evening. Who would have known when we met you on the elevator that we were looking at a newly acquired sex slave."
They all shook hands. Mr. Cole told me to show them to the door. At the door, both of them gave me a passionate kiss and pinched a nipple. They left and I closed the door with a sad feeling in my heart as I hated seeing them leave, they were such a nice couple. I hope Mrs. Cook is able to renew their sex life and make her man feel like a man again.
I turned and walked back to stand before Mr. Cole. "You did very well this evening. I'm proud of you for making that old man cum. Your ability to raise the dead has been demonstrated very well." I had to smile at that, as did he.
"Tell me, what did you two talk about for so long."
"Master, it was nothing. She simply wanted to know how I got her husband hard." He looked at me as if waiting for me to tell him the secret. I realized that was exactly what he wanted and proceeded to give him an account of what I had said as close to word for word as I could remember. He was nodding his head as he listened. When I finished he just stood looking at me.
Finally he got a serious look on his face and asked, "So, you are saying you really do enjoy pain, or is it you enjoy knowing the man you are with is getting aroused by inflicting pain?"
"That's a difficult question to answer simply because it is a little of both. I do like pain to a point and after that I like being able to endure the pain because I know it is arousing to the man I'm with for him to know he is causing me pain."
He just looked at me for a while longer then took my hand and led me back to the couch and chairs. He looked in my eyes and said, "Slave, I would now like to enjoy my new acquisition. Please prepare your Master for that purpose."
What was I expected to do now? He did not really give me any specific directions. I decided I would start by undressing him. I knelt at his feet unbuckling his belt. I then unbuttoned and removed his shirt. His chest was very sexy. I took a chance and kissed his chest between his nipples. His shoes and socks were next to come off. Even his feet were handsome. I reached up and unbuttoned his slacks. Lowering his zipper and then his slacks I could see he was wearing boxers. My mind was spinning wondering what his cock would look like. As I removed his slacks I looked up at his face. He did not give me any direction, so I took the waist band of his boxers into my fingers and slowly pulled them to the floor. Before me was a semi-hard cock of impressive proportions. This was my first glimpse of my owner's cock. I remained in place awaiting further instructions.
Mr. Cole simply stood there looking at me. When he spoke, I knew I was in trouble. "Did my new slave not understand me? I told you to get me ready to use you. How can I use you with a limp cock?"
"I'm sorry sir, I did not know."
"Well you should have and I assure you the next time you will understand what I mean when I say I want to use you. As beautiful as it is, do you think I paid $110,000 to gaze upon your body? Hell no! I paid to use that body to put my cock in and dump cum in. We will deal with this training issue later, but for now, get my cock ready to use my slave's body, and I mean NOW!"
"Yes Master."
With my hands behind my back I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He immediately sprang to attention and filled my mouth to overflowing. His cock swelled to a full nine inches in length and he was almost as thick as my wrist. I knew a weekend of this monster in me would leave me stretched and sore. It would be a good soreness.
I kept working trying to get as much of him into my mouth as possible. I have sucked a lot of cocks, but this one was a challenge. Each time I tried to get him into my throat my gag reflex would kick in. After several attempts, I felt his hands grip the back of my head and pull me into his crotch. My gag reflex hit, but I could not pull away with his hands behind my head pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I felt the head of his cock as it entered my throat. He held me there and then relaxed his grip, allowing me to breathe. I grabbed his ass cheeks and forced myself down on his cock again. After several attempts I was able to get him into my throat without gagging. I held him there as long as possible then backed off to get a much needed breath of air.
"Erica, I have wanted to fuck you for so long. I want to put my cock in your cunt, but you can't tell your mother. My sister would kill me if she knew."
I realized he was living the fantasy of me being his niece and his desire to commit incest, at least in his fantasy, was about to occur. Again and again I forced him into my throat. He finally pulled me from his cock and took me in his arms. He carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me on the bed. The next thing I knew he was holding my arms above my head, my legs were open wide and his cock was entering his slave's, or was it his niece's, cunt.
Either way, it was being offered to him willingly and he was determined to use me for his enjoyment. He literally jackhammered his cock into my cunt. He was so aroused from all the stimulation he had received, his need to relieve the stress, caused his thrusts to be brutal and painful. I was determined to endure the force of his fucking. Although it seemed the force he was using would be what one would imagine in a rape, but this was not a rape. Even though the brutality approached that of rape, I was equally aroused and my cunt was overflowing with lubrication from my equally long evening of incredible stimulation. I was well lubricated to accommodate the large fuck tool that was trying to rip me apart. The thrusting did not last long and I felt him bury his cock as deep as he could reach just before he emptied in me the huge load of fertile cum he had built up.
After filling me to overflowing with hot thick cum, he released my arms and collapsed on top of me with his cock still buried deep inside me. I laid there enjoying the weight of his body on me. I was not sure if this man's slave or his niece had just been filled with his baby making seed. Either way, his stress had been relieved and I knew without doubt that I had been taken and used for his pleasure. I did not have an orgasm, but I knew there was so much more yet to come. After all, I didn't need an orgasm, I enjoyed my role being just a slave for my Master's use and pleasure. He owned me and I was freely giving myself to him for his use. I was proud to have this rugged and handsome man as my owner and my Master. Now, as I lay here under my Master, I could not help but to think about that corrective action he promised. What did he have in mind for me? Maybe he would forget, but I realized that was not very likely.
It was late as I fell asleep fully supporting the weight of my Master. Sometime during the night he had evidently rolled off me, because I was awakend as I felt his cock entering my cunt from behind. I felt his hands gripping my tits as his cock was getting prepared to deposit another load of precious cum in me for the second time tonight. I laid there pushing back into him, meeting each of his thrusts as he pushed his cock into me. This was much better than the first time, but entering me from behind did not allow his cock to rub up against my clit. The fullness I felt as his cock would fill my pussy then pull back to almost exiting then fill me again was very enjoyable. I attempted to increase his level of enjoyment as much as possible. I knew his orgasm was approaching as I felt his hands tighten on my tits. I felt him shove his cock into me and hold me there with his strong and somewhat painful grip on my tits. As I felt his grip loosen, I knew he was coming down from his orgasm. I felt good knowing I now had another full load of his cum in me. This time he actually kissed me and fell back to sleep with his cock still in me and his hands gripping my tits.
The next time I was awoken, my Master had positioned me face down in bed, spread my legs wide and already had his cock in my cunt, again entering me from behind. In this position it was easier for him to thrust into me in the vicious way he had the first time. The pain of his thrusting was still there, but I was able to bear it. I kept telling myself I was this man's property and I was his to use in any manner he wanted. After all he had bought me for $110,000 at a sex slave auction. I smiled to myself thinking of how much I loved my husband and how he had gone to all the preparations to make my fantasy real. So far, the fantasy was much more erotic in real life than it had been in my fantasy.
I was enjoying being pushed out of my comfort zone. My submissive desires were being fulfilled better than I had dreamed. I knew the fantasy would come to an end all too soon, but at the same time I was looking forward to seeing my husband again and telling him all that has happened. Hopefully he would enjoy his time with his own Erica. It was ironic how my husband and this man were both fucking an Erica.
As this man whom I had not known 24 hours ago, continued hammering his cock into me I wondered to myself if my life would ever again be as it was prior to my husband giving me this birthday fantasy. My immediate concern was to make sure this man enjoyed every minute he spent as my Master. It was important to me that I enjoy my fantasy, but what might have been even more important was to make sure this man was happy with me and that at the end of this whole fantasy he would be happy with me and not regret spending that much money for a few hours with me.
As odd as it sounds, my fantasy was not about being the recipient of multiple orgasms. For me this particular fantasy was all about being used in a semi-consensual way and to be made to feel like a possession or piece of property used to bring pleasure to others. There should be no concern, on the part of those using me, as to whether or not I received sexual pleasure. I knew I could go the entire weekend having no orgasms and the fantasy would still be a huge success. I wanted to be pushed beyond my known limits. I wanted to be pushed far outside my comfort zone, to be embarrassed, even humiliated. I do not enjoy being embarrassed or humiliated, and am actually rather shy around strangers; however being forced to obey and do as I was told even when I didn't want to, would be the fulfillment of my fantasy. The idea of being made to submit totally to the will of a stranger who purchased me at an auction and now owned me was the central focus of the fantasy I had masturbated to for years. I wanted to be made to feel like a piece of property to be used by my owner for my owner's pleasure and that of those he allowed to use me. Achieving this would make this my perfect fantasy. So far the fantasy I had shared with my husband was coming true just as I imagined and was unfolding perfectly.
Morning came and we were awakened by the sun streaming in the windows. I looked at my Master as he slept. I got the idea to wake him with a morning blow job. I carefully moved lower on the bed and gently sucked his limp cock into my mouth. I did not want him to wake up before I had him in my mouth.
I tasted strong mixture of pussy juice and semen on both his cock and balls. I cleaned the dried fluids from him while concentrating on making him hard. I glanced up to see his eyes were open looking at me as he smiled. His cock was hard and ready for action. Without saying a word, he pulled me up to him and we exchanged a long series of tender and passionate kisses.
Looking into my eyes, he said, "Baby, you have my permission to speak until I tell you otherwise."
"Thank you Master. Your slave is very happy with her new Master and enjoyed him using her for his pleasure last night."
He smiled holding me close to his chest, saying, "You have no idea how much I'm enjoying your submission to me. I hope I did not hurt you last night. I know I became obsessed and was a little more aggressive with you than I had intended."
"Master, this slave's body is yours to use however Master wishes to use it. If I could be granted one wish it would be that my Master enjoy his use of his slave's body. I enjoy very aggressive men using me. The pain last night let me know you were enjoying your slave's body and her efforts to please you. This slave is proud to have been able to provide her Master a receptacle for his use to relieve his cock and deposit his manly seed."
"Are you for real or are you just a dream? I have never met anyone as giving and submissive as you. It simply amazes me my slave's former owner allowed her out of his sight."
"He knows what he sold to you and wanted to share his property. He wanted to share with another man what was his with the hopes someone else would enjoy the use of her body as much as he does."
"For that I will be forever thankful to your former Master."
"Did my Master enjoy fucking his niece last night?"
A smile appeared on his face as he answered, "Yes, she was even better than I had ever dreamed. Her cunt is lined with silky smoothness and accepts her uncle's cock perfectly."
"Master's slave is happy her Master enjoyed his niece's cunt so much."
"I hope my new slave was not disappointed that I needed to use my niece's cunt last night rather than hers."
"She was not disappointed. She is happy Master enjoys himself regardless of the circumstances or reason. After all, you own this property and can use it however you want."
"Speaking of that, we have some business to take care of. Go jump in the shower and prepare my new slave's body for a big day. I will call room service and order breakfast."
"Yes Master."
As I turned the faucet on and adjusted the water temperature, I wondered what he meant by "business to take care of." I was hopeful my submission last night would have cancelled out the punishment I had been promised for not understanding what "get me ready to use my slave" had meant. Regardless of what he meant by the comment, I'm very happy and feel like I'm on top of the world.
The best part of all this is I don't have to make any decisions, only do as I'm told and do everything I can to make sure my Master is happy with me. Deep down I like this guy. I had only met him last night, but already there is a strong connection developing. Letting that retired couple use me was both humiliating and exciting. I liked that I was not asked for my consent. The only consent necessary was that of my owner.
I was very hopeful I was in for more experiences that would push my limits even further. Deep down I was loving being owned by this dominate man and being forced to submit to his will. I pray this does not cause problems for me when I must leave this behind. I have to keep reminding myself this will end at midnight tomorrow. Maybe my husband will take a stronger hand with me and allow me to be more submissive with him after I explain how I enjoy this. I guess only time will tell.
The shower felt great. It was nice to wash away our dried sex fluids with the knowledge I would almost certainly be receiving much more today. The question I pondered was who those fluids would be from, and where would they be deposited? I finished up washing my hair and made sure my pussy was cleaned inside and out. I had put some enemas in my overnight case anticipating I would need to make sure my colon was also clean.
Upon exiting the shower I inserted one of the enemas in my ass and emptied the contents. Waiting the prescribed amount of time I emptied the contents into the toilet. I repeated this three more times until the toilet was completely clean after my cleansing. I inserted the nozzle of a tube of lubricant I had packed and squeezed some of the gel into my ass. Being very confident I would receive a cock or something else in my ass, I wanted to be prepared. I brushed my hair and applied enough make up to highlight my best assets, but not look whorish. A splash of perfume in the right spots and I was ready to meet my Master and accept my fate.
As I was leaving the bathroom I heard Master say, "I ordered breakfast. Be sure to offer a tip to show the man our appreciation for his attentiveness. Make sure you are dressed properly by wearing your heels when you answer the door. I'm going to take a quick shower."
"Yes Master."
Thinking to myself, "Does he mean what I think?" Since I don't have a purse or any money, other than to take it from Master's wallet, I had only one thing to offer as a tip � myself. Is that what he expected me to do? Could I really do that? Since it was not a decision I had to make, it had already been made for me. I was already in trouble for last night, so I would do as I was instructed. Now came the hard part, waiting.
I did not have to wait long before I heard the chime announcing someone was at the door. Wearing only my heels and collar I opened the door. The boy, and yes he was a boy, at about 18 or 19, was pushing a cart of food that smelled delicious. "Please bring it in and set it up over there." He just stood there slowly scanning my body with his eyes, starting at my polished toes and, finally stopping at my eyes. He had a huge grin on his face as he said, "I like your shoes ma'am, they are very pretty." I could not help but to laugh. He pushed the cart in the door and set it up where I had indicated. When finished, I said, "I'm sorry I don't have my purse, but I want to give you a tip. Is there anything you see that you would like?"
"Ma'am, you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen. Nobody will believe me when I tell them. May I take a photo of me with you? I can do it with the camera in my phone."
"I thought you might like something else. I'm not sure my Master would like you taking a photo of my face."
"Your Master ma'am? Ma'am, in all honesty I would be happy if you could look at me and the photo would just get the side of your head. Nobody could tell who it was."
From the bedroom door I heard my Master before I saw him. "That's an excellent idea son. I will be happy to take the photo for you."
It was settled. Here this boy was fully clothed, holding me tightly against him. Master said "We want this to be good. Erica kiss his cheek, so your face is not in the photo and while she is kissing your cheek, put your hand on her tit and squeeze while looking into the camera." We did as he said. "Excellent! Now one more thing, Erica, squeeze his cock with your hand." As I gripped his hard cock, I felt his hand on my breast and heard the camera shutter noise, knowing the image of us had been captured giving this young boy masturbation material for a long time. I saw that I was not identifiable in the photo, but the boy was clearly identifiable standing next to this naked woman who had her hand on his cock.
"Son I really appreciate your service. I don't have much cash on me for your tip, but my Erica would really like to give you a blow job as our way of thanking you. That's if you have time."
He stammered around and said, "Sure, thank you sir." Without anything further needing to be said, I knelt before him in my heels, unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock through the opening in his pants. I looked up into his eyes and slipped his cock between my lips. He was so excited it took only about two minutes before I was receiving my special breakfast appetizer created especially for me in this boy's balls. It was delicious, and I swallowed every drop. Cleaning his cock I slipped it back in his pants and zipped him up. Standing, I gave him another kiss on the cheek and said, "That was fun, maybe we can do this again sometime."
Stammering he said, "Thank you ma'am. That was unbelievable! Thank you!" I smiled as he turned to leave the suite.
I turned and went to my Master as he prepared our breakfast.
"Slave, you look beautiful this morning."
"Thank you Master."
"Do you remember your mistake from last night?"
I looked down at the floor as I'mswered, "Yes Master."
"Please explain it as you understand it to be."
"Master, I was told to prepare my Master for the use of his slave's body. Master's slave undressed her Master, but stopped short of getting her Master prepared to use his Slave, by not preparing his cock to penetrate his slave's body, Sir."
"Excellent, you do understand your failure to follow commands. Do you have any questions or comments before receiving your punishment?"
"Master, your slave is new to this and greatly regrets her lack of full understanding of her Master's command and will work to never make that mistake again."
"Does slave have a cunt?"
"Yes, Master."
"Has slave had other cocks in that cunt prior to last night?"
"Yes Master."
"Were those cocks hard or soft when they penetrated slave's cunt?"
"Master, they were hard."
"It would appear to me that Master's slave is well aware of what is required to use his slave's body."
"Yes Master."
"Since this is the second punishment my slave has forced me to give her, the severity of the punishment will take that into account. I'm disappointed in my slave's performance. I was under the impression this property was experienced with the male body and should have known a hard cock is required. This fact should not have had to be explained."
"Yes Master, you are correct. It will not happen again."
"I certainly hope not. When your Master has the desire to use his slave he does not want to have to explain step by step what must be done. He wants the proper preparations made without failure. He also does not want his property to embarrass him when given to others for their use."
"Yes Master."
"Then let's get this unpleasant task out of the way so we can enjoy today."
I watched as Master took a seat in a padded armless chair. "Slave, come here." I obediently walked to the chair and stood waiting for my next command. "Slave should be happy with this punishment, because even though slave will not find it particularly arousing, her Master will enjoy administering it. Lay across my lap with your stomach on my lap. Present that lovely ass to receive your punishment. Slave will look at her Master's feet and will not avert her eyes from looking at her Master's feet, otherwise the punishment will begin anew."
"One last question before we begin. Knowing we have a big day ahead I would like to know if slave knows how to fully prepare her body for use when she does not know how it will be used?"
"Yes Master."
"Explain"
"A slave's cunt must be cleaned of any fluids from previous use and slave's colon must be cleaned in the event Master desires for slaves ass to be the recipient of cock. Slave should also prepare her colon with lubricant to aid in the use of her ass if there is a desire to use it."
"Has my slave prepared herself in such a way?"
"Yes Master. Slave is prepared to be used in any hole or manner Master desires."
"Very good slave. For that attention to detail Slave's punishment will be reduced."
"Thank you Master."
"I hope slave knows she is to count each swat and to thank her Master for teaching her to be a better slave, after each swat. We will now begin."
Looking at his handsome feet I waited for my punishment to begin. I felt movement in his body and then it felt like a nest of hornets had landed on my ass. Mike had never spanked me. This was my second spanking and I was shocked how much a hand slapping stung my ass. I recovered and waited for the next blow, but it did not come.
"Okay, my little pet, you forgot your instructions again, so we will act as if that one did not happen. That was number one, but since you did not announce that and thank me, this will be number one."
Immediately when he said "one" an even larger nest of hornets was on my ass. I immediately said, "One Sir. Thank you sir for teaching your slave to be a better slave."
I was not sure I got it right, but in the moment that's all I could remember. After the swat I felt his hand cup my pussy. His hand felt good stroking and squeezing me between my thighs. Also as long as it was on my pussy, it was not inflicting pain on my ass.
"Very good my pet. A good pet owner must be diligent in giving corrective action, even when it hurts her Master to do so."
I thought, yea right, this is really hurting you, and then I felt the sting in my ass. "Two Sir. Thank you sir for teaching your slave to be a better slave."
"Very good."
Again I felt his hand between my legs squeezing and his fingers probing me. It really felt good. Then it occurred to me he was trying to teach me to associate the pain of the spanking with pleasure. After each spank he would touch and probe me like this.
When he pulled his fingers from my pussy, he said, "My pretty little slave is enjoying her punishment. Her cunt has betrayed her and is very wet."
It was humiliating for him to know this. I knew his fingers were coated with my lubrication, but I was shocked and gasped out loud as he shoved the lubricated digit into my ass with no warning. Pulling it out he said, "I'm glad to see my slave was telling me the truth and her back passage is clean and ready for my use. Very good my little pet."
Another stinging swat to my small ass. "Three Sir. Thank you sir for teaching your slave to be a better slave."
"Four Sir. Thank you sir for teaching your slave to be a better slave."
This continued to the count of ten. He took a tube a cream and worked it into my ass cheeks making the burning from the spanking less intense.
"You may get up. Go to the bedroom, get dressed and prepare yourself to leave. We will be checking out and begin our adventure."
I went in the bedroom prepared to put on the dress I wore to the hotel, but instead I saw clothing I had not brought with me. There on the bed lay a bright yellow C-String and matching bikini top with nipple patches so small I did not know if they would even fully cover my nipples. I had never worn a C-String, but had seen photos of them and knew what they were, but talk about bare! It was daytime and I would have to walk through what was likely a full lobby wearing nothing but this. How could I do that? I wanted to be pushed beyond my limits and this certainly qualified in that respect.
I did not question my Master as I knew it would only earn me another punishment. I simply put on what was provided and slipped on my heels I had worn to the hotel. I asked Master about the collar and he said he liked it, so I would wear it. "I'm taking your feelings into consideration and will allow you to make a decision. Do you prefer to leave the hotel with or without your leash attached to your collar?"
I was just getting into him making all my decisions and here he was giving me one to make for myself. I thought about it and said, "Master the owner of a pet would not ask the pet if it wanted to wear a leash or not. The owner would simply decide if he or she wanted a leash on the pet. My owner should decide if his property should be leashed to show his ownership, or if his property should be unleashed and free to walk on her own. Slave wants whatever makes her owner happy."
I watched as he just stood there looking at me and thinking. "Slave, I like the way you answered that question. I see you wish to have the decisions made for you. I assume that's your submissive nature in giving your owner all the control. I'm proud to have you as my slave and wish for the world to know you belong to me. I want them to know you are submitting yourself to me. It pleases me to display you as my property. Since you want me to make the decision, you will be led out of the hotel by your leash. I accept your total submission and am anxious for others to know you belong to me."
He clipped the leash to my collar and I was ready to follow this masculine man anywhere he decided to lead me.
One good thing about my current wardrobe, it did not take long for me to get dressed. My only hope was that the C-String would not slip and fall off in the middle of the lobby. While I was technically covered, my modesty was not even remotely protected by any stretch of the imagination. A deep breath would likely expose a portion of one or both of my nipples.
I went to the door and waited for my Master to escort me out of the hotel to continue this wild and exciting adventure, but before he opened the door he said, "Slave I have one last item for you to wear. Remove your C-String and bend over." I did as he instructed not knowing for sure what he had in mind, but I had an idea, which was confirmed when I felt a hard and cold object pressed against my anus. I felt the pressure as he pushed a butt plug into me and a moment of intense pain as the widest part slipped past my anal muscles. The plug was firmly lodged in me as he slipped the C-String back in place. I realized this plug did not have a handle sticking out, so it would not be as obvious to the people we would pass by that my ass was stuffed full. There was an elongated oval base to the plug that rested between my cheeks providing a means to pull the plug from my colon as well as keeping it from entering me further. It could be seen if they looked, but would not be sticking out of me making it obvious. I thought to myself, just one more thing to be embarrassed about.
My anxiety level increased as my Master opened the door and I stepped into the hall. Master held my leash and led the way carrying both my overnight bag as well as the duffel bag of toys, minus one that was now installed in my body and which I could feel with each step I took.
"My little pet, this is going to be fun. We will descend in the elevator and at the front desk as I check us out, you will stand by my side one step behind me and to my left, as any submissive should do to show her understanding of her status and her devotion to her Master. We really don't have to check out, but I do want us to thank the staff. I also want everyone in the lobby to see and envy me for my ownership of my adorable little slave."
What else could I say other than, "Yes Master?"
Thankfully, nobody else got on the elevator with us and we went directly to the lobby. As we exited the elevator, there was absolutely no doubt that I was the center of attention. Master led the way as I followed like a puppy on his leash. I could see the looks of lust in all the men I saw and the looks of disgust and contempt in the eyes of many of the women. A feeling of euphoria overcame me in this moment of maximum humiliation as I it struck me as a slave I was only doing what my Master/Owner was making me do. I had not chosen to dress in this manner, but since I was dressed like this, and I appeared to be desired by every man I saw, I might as well enjoy the attention and make my new Master proud of me. I lifted my head, pushed out my chest and walked proudly like some beautiful Arabian horse being led by its reins.
At the counter, all eyes were on me as Master thanked everyone for a pleasant night and told them he will recommend their facility to his friends. I'm not sure anyone heard him as they were all looking as if they were trying to memorize my body for future fantasies. Although I did not see any, I was confident there were cell phone video cameras capturing the moment.
I was proud I was being admired in such a manner. I was happy that my Master was proud to show me as one of his possessions. As he concluded his business he tugged on my leash and I followed him out the doors and felt the rays of the sun caress and warm my body.
Even though I had arranged it, I could not stay at the hotel knowing Kristie was just a few floors up being fucked by a stranger. George stayed with me as we continued to talk for quite some time. Stan even dropped by and tried to console me. He was disappointed he could not attend, but knew that was not part of the fantasy. He was delighted when George assured him that Kristie was onboard for the 24 hours she would spend with each of them as their sex slave. Stan and George both wanted to make sure they could set the hours. They each wanted a time frame that allowed them to have Kristie overnight. I told both of them Kristie would take good care of them. They smiled and seemed happy. While we sat there Paul saw us and brought the video camera and tripod over giving it to us. I handed it off to George and asked him to put the video together to show at the next party of our swingers group.
Stan confirmed George's assessment of the character of Simon Cole. Stan said he had known this guy for a long time and trusted him completely. He said Simon had a brother and sister and that there was a strange chemistry between the three that he could not quite figure out, but he felt that Cole would get into Kristie's fantasy very easily. He said the sister was quite a looker, but the younger brother was a little different. When asked to elaborate, Stan said it was hard to put a finger on it, but that the guy was not nearly as friendly as Cole or his sister. He said the sister has a daughter who he has heard gets her good looks from her mother. He said he has never met her but believes she lives in the area. George confirmed he had not met her either, but had heard the same story about her. We talked late into the evening, and even though it was late, I decided to not stay the night but instead drive back home.
I got home and headed to bed trying to put the auction out of my mind. I tossed and turned all night, getting very little sleep. I found sleep very hard to come by without my Kristie's warm firm body up against me in bed. I usually slept with my hand on her naked ass. She told me she liked waking up and feeling my hand on her. It is surprising how something like that helps me sleep.
I had not set the alarm, but the sun shining into the room through the curtains woke me. I knew I had to force myself to get up and get cleaned up, after all, Erica was expecting me. Even though right now I was not in the mood for someone other than my own Kristie, I knew I had to get going otherwise I would be miserable the entire weekend.
Kristie knew how I would be and it was her wisdom that suggested I have Erica come to the house. Kristie thought Erica would be able to keep my thoughts off of what she was doing or was being done to her. The first thing I had to do was empty this bladder. I made my way into the bathroom and lifted the lid of the stool. With cock in hand, I was half trying to pee and half thinking about Kristie. Finally I got a stream flowing as I concentrated on hitting the stool. Even while I was pissing I was thinking of the times when Kristie would come in behind me and take my cock in her hands and aim my stream. She would giggle when I would tell her to stop, but she refused to let go before I was drained. The difference between those times and now was that my cock was now limp, when Kristie did it, she made sure I was up and ready to stuff her cunt with my hard fuck tool. Shit, it has only been a few hours and I'm already missing her. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. I was actually talking to myself when I said, "Hey asshole, you did this to yourself. Now get your ass in the shower and get dressed."
As I dried off, I was trying to decide what to wear. It is hot outside so a pair of shorts and a t-shirt would be good. I'm going to be taking everything off when I get to Erica's apartment, so why not go with as little as possible. That settles it, I'm going commando. No underwear for me until Monday. Shave my face and put a little cologne on for Erica's benefit.
Heading down the stairs I grabbed a banana for a quick breakfast. On my way out the door I snatched the house key and keys for my Mercedes S-Class S550 convertible. It was the second love in my life. I knew I was supposed to be at Erica's apartment at 10:00, but it is only 8:30. I can't wait any longer, I hope she is up. I really need her right now. I know she can get me out of this slump, or at least I hope so.
I jumped into my car and it roared to life. My car is my most expensive extravagance. I stepped on the gas and shot down the street, hopeful the cops were not patrolling the area. Erica did not live very far away and I was desperate to hold her in my arms.
Pulling into her drive I practically jumped out of the car and ran to her door. Upon ringing the bell I could hear movement inside. The side curtain moved letting me know someone was looking out to see who was here. I was so anxious and it seemed like it was taking an eternity for her to open the door. At the sound of the deadbolt lock retracting I almost kicked the door in. Erica opened the door and said, "Boss, I was not expecting you for another hour and a half. I just got out of bed and am not even close to being ready."
"I couldn't wait any longer. As for getting out of bed, get your ass back in there right now. Remember I promised to check and make sure your bed was okay and you promised my wife you would take care of me?"
She giggled and said, "You crazy man. Come on in." I stepped inside and closed the door, locking it behind me. I grabbed her and threw her face down over my shoulder. I felt her arms wrap around my chest from behind me as she hung across my shoulder like a large sack of potatoes. She was laughing as I held tight the back of her thighs on our way to her bedroom. Her apartment was small and laid out in a traditional floor plan, making it easy for me to navigate to her bedroom without directions. I laid her across her bed and said, prepare yourself to get fucked little girl.
In a falsetto little girls voice she asked, "Mister, are you the big bad wolf?"
"Yes, little girl and I'm here to fuck you with my big hard cock."
"Oh dear, of dear. What can I do?"
"There is actually only one option open to you my dear, submit yourself fully to my cock and maybe you will survive the weekend."
We both were laughing as I dropped my shorts and pulled my t-shirt over my head.
"Oh, my what a big cock you have Mr. Big Bad Wolf."
"All the better to fuck your precious cunt with my pretty little thing."
Erica said, "I'm obviously out of options. If you must and it my only chance of surviving the attack, go ahead and ravish my body," as she spread her arms and legs wide to receive me into her body.
Master kept walking with my leash firmly in his hand. He tugged on the leash pulling me up next to him. As we walked in the hotel parking lot I felt his hand on my bare ass. He squeezed the flesh of my ass and looked at me without saying a word. When we reached his car, he opened the passenger door and motioned with his hand for me to get in the vehicle. From his pocket he pulled the wrist restraints I had worn the night before. "Give me your hands." I raised my hands from my lap submissively allowing him to secure the cuffs tightly around each wrist. Once they were on my wrists, he commanded me, "Lean forward and put your wrists together behind your back." I obeyed and he fastened them together. "Lean back and get comfortable."
I scooted my ass forward in the seat making room for my wrists. He then extended the seat belt and secured it locking me into the seat. After buckling the belt, he closed my door and walked around to the driver's door. I glanced at his pants just before he started to enter the car and was pleased to see the swell of his hard cock prominently displayed. Once he was seated in the car he looked at me, and I don't mean he just glanced at me. He was staring at me as if trying to memorize every detail. He scanned my body from head to toe. When our eyes once again met he said, "You did very well back there. I'm very proud of you and how you have embraced your role and this adventure. I was extremely proud to have everyone see you with me and the leash attached to the collar around your neck was perfect. Everyone in the lobby knew you were mine. I really felt sorry for those men who wanted desperately to trade me places."
"Thank you Master."
"It is not my intention to break the mood, but would you please tell me what you are feeling right now. I really would like to know what is going through that pretty little head of yours."
"Master, that's a little difficult to do, but I will try. First of all, I'm feeling a level of embarrassment that has been increasing on a steep upward climb since last night when I was put on display before the auction even began. I have never felt anything like this in my life, but even with the embarrassment and humiliation of the scene, I'm extremely aroused from this experience. It is such an erotic experience for me as a woman to give all control of my body to you, knowing you own me as your sex slave, or as a piece of property. I keep telling myself I'm not a person, but rather I'm your property and yours to use as you want. This helps me to put myself into the role of my fantasy. Anything you can do to emphasize this only makes my fantasy that much more enjoyable and real. I realize this is likely a fantasy for you as well.
Simply giving this control to a man I knew would be exhilarating, but giving it to a handsome masculine stranger escalates it to a much higher level. I have always thought of myself as being submissive, but I have never before been this submissive. I get my excitement by knowing you are in total control and my only responsibility is to obey and to do everything I can to make you happy without concern for my own pleasure. The vulnerability of being bound only heightens my submissive arousal. I did not ask to be bound for the trip home, but you taking it upon yourself to do this. It is like you are reading my mind. I want to be used. My pleasure is not a concern. I get pleasure by making you happy and giving pleasure to you and others through their use of my body, or rather the use of your property. I don't want to be abused or seriously hurt and I trust you totally to not allow that to happen. It is that trust that you will protect me that lets me fully submit myself to you." Looking at him I asked, "Master, does this make sense?"
"I respect you so much, and my respect for women is very important. It is a very new experience for me to tell a woman what to do and to not focus on her pleasure. The punishment I gave you this morning was so exciting. I can't explain it but inflicting pain on such a beautiful and submissive woman was very difficult, but also aroused me more than I ever thought possible. I'm still processing why this arouses me so much, but I accept that it does."
He then leaned over and kissed me as only a man who has taken a woman as his property can. After the kiss ended my feeling of being this man's possession grew even stronger and made my transition into my slave persona that much more easier and realistic.
"Slave, we are both feeling this arousal for different reasons. I certainly hope you enjoy this as much as I'm enjoying having you as my slave. I would like you to think about something. The question is very serious and I want your answer only after you have had several hours to think about it. Sometime late tomorrow before you are scheduled to return to your husband I will ask for your answer. You are not obliged to give me an answer if it is too uncomfortable, but if you are so inclined I would appreciate knowing your thoughts."
He paused for a moment and he continued to look at me. He was not looking at my naked body, as I would have expected, but rather seemed to be trying to read my thoughts as he looked deep into my eyes. I could not imagine what this question was regarding and was a little nervous with his seriousness. After what seemed like an eternity, he continued.
"Granted we have much more time to enjoy this experience, but I'm so attracted to your beauty, but not near as much as I'm overwhelmed by your submissiveness. I know this is only beginning, but I'm a man who knows very quickly how I feel about people. Quite honestly the thought of your husband picking you up and me never again seeing you or experiencing the emotions I'm currently feeling for you is tearing me apart. My question is regarding the possibility of our continued relationship, or lack thereof. I realize and accept that you will be returning to your husband, but do you see any possibility of us maintaining some type of personal relationship? If so, what do you see that relationship being? If there was an ongoing intimate relationship, would it be with your husband's knowledge of the relationship or is it something that would have to clandestine? Mind you I'm not a home wrecker and am not trying to tempt you. I only wish to know your thoughts and desires for our relationship after midnight tomorrow night. I never thought I would have these feelings, but your submissiveness has awakened a side of me I never knew was there." He paused looking at me. I lowered my eyes from his to his lap, not able to look him in the eyes. I never expected anything like this. Yes we had some wild times and I have enjoyed every second we have had together, but what he was saying now caught me totally by surprise.
"I hope I have not scared you, but please think about it, and this fantasy comes to a close and our time together has been something you wish to forget and put behind you I will accept that decision. If you find the answer too uncomfortable to discuss and wish to have more time to think about it, let me know when I ask tomorrow. If when I I do ask, you feel you can give me an answer, I would be so grateful to know your thoughts."
Nodding my head, I said, "Yes Master, I will give this important matter much thought and try to be ready to answer you when you believe the time for my answer is appropriate."
"Excellent, now let me take you to my home and we can continue our adventure down this path of sexual debauchery."
He put the keys in the ignition and started the car. As we pulled onto the highway, I felt his hand on my thigh. He squeezed my flesh and pulled on my thigh spreading me open for his gaze. I looked down and could see the glistening of the sunlight off the wetness between my legs. I could not remember anytime I had been in a state of arousal such as this for such an extended period of time.
Make no mistake about it, I love my husband with all my heart; however, this experience was igniting feelings in me that I was finding intoxicating. I had never felt so vulnerable and feminine. I had every expectation this was only the beginning of what I was to experience this weekend. I was looking forward to returning to my husband, but at the same time I was in no hurry for this experience to come to an end.
At this moment I was focused on this total experience. I wanted nothing more than to please this man who had purchased me at auction, shared me with strangers, fucked me viciously, led me by leash through a busy hotel lobby, bound my arms behind my back and was now driving my nearly naked body toward his home. The whole thing was messing with my mind. I had never been as embarrassed in my life as I had been several times over the past 12 hours. The strange thing was I enjoyed this embarrassment. I enjoyed giving this man total control over my body. I wanted everyone to know I was the property of my Master.
I was excited he was exerting total control over my every move. As my excitement was reaching the peak, my mood was dampened as I thought of the question Master had asked. What would I tell him when he asked for an answer?
I should not have been surprised as he slowly pulled off the road and approached a huge gate. He pressed a remote control and the gate began to open giving us access to a long tree lined driveway. Master lived in what could only be called a mansion. It was huge! A sudden panic hit me as I knew there is no way he lives here alone. How many other people must live or work here? There goes my level of stress back on the rise. The reality of the situation is I have no option other than to follow his lead and do as I'm told regardless of the embarrassment. After all, I'm a sex slave, owned by this man and will do as I'm instructed. My arms were getting cramped bound together behind my back. I can't even unfasten my seat belt or open the car door. In my current situation, I'm truly helpless and at the mercy of my owner. Why is it that this has my pussy so wet? All the way here, except for when he was shifting through the gears, he constantly had one hand on the steering wheel and one between my legs. I was literally sitting in a pool of my own natural lubrication.
As we approached the house Master turned to me and said, "Slave, the permission to speak freely is now revoked. You will only answer questions directed at you. If you have any questions you may ask, but if I feel the question was unnecessary, you will likely be punished, so be sure to ask only very important questions."
As he finished speaking he opened his door and walked around to open my door. He reached across my body and unfastened my seatbelt. He used his hands to close my thighs and lifted my legs turning me 90 degrees to face the house. With my feet on the driveway, he kissed my lips and pinched my nipple through my very tiny bikini top. As he grasped my leash I felt a slight tug on my neck. I stood on the driveway on my 5 inch stiletto heels. He led the way up the steps to the entry door with me following him one step behind and to his left. He opened the massive door leading me into a very impressive entryway. A huge chandelier hung from the entryway ceiling just beyond the door. I heard footsteps and caught myself as I started to panic. I obediently did not move from the spot where he had left me.
"Simon, what do you have?"
I looked up to see a man about the same height as Master. He had piercing eyes that bore through me. He wore a smile that was not friendly, but more like a sinister smile you would expect to see on an evil doctor in a movie. He was dressed casually and even though he and Master were talking his eyes never left me.
Motioning with his arm toward the man, Master said, "Erica, this is my brother Eric. Eric, this is my slave until midnight tomorrow. She has a fantasy of being auctioned and used as a sex slave. I purchased her last night at the auction. You will likely see her from time to time around the house. Do not be shocked. She will be either naked or very provocatively dressed. We will have a party tonight in Erica's honor. I do hope you can attend."
"Erica?"
Master answered, "Yes, that's not her real name, but you know the hots I have for Elizabeth's daughter. I had to come up with a name for her so I figured this would give me the chance to have a little fantasy of my own, my own personal fantasy involving some hot Uncle/Niece incest."
Eric grinned and after examining me very closely looked at me and asked, "May I touch?"
Master answered, "She has no say in how she is treated. You must ask me for anything you would like as it pertains to her. And, yes you may touch her anywhere you like, but anything beyond touching with your hands or having her touch you must be first cleared through me. There are certain rules and conditions I have agreed to and those must not be violated and no, I do not wish to discuss them, so please ask me for anything other than what I just permitted."
"Anything you say big brother. She really is magnificent, big brother. May I see more?"
"With her hands bound as they are she is unable to show you her body. Just a second and I will show you her beautiful female charms."
As if either of these items concealed much, they were all the modestly I had. I stood silently as Master untied my top and removed the C-String from between my thighs. Eric moved closer wrapping his hand around my tit. His hand was very rough and felt good on my skin. He bent forward and licked my nipple eliciting an involuntary moan escaping my lips.
"Oh yes, she is a hot one. You will have to let me in on your secrets and let me have a chance at the next auction."
"You think I want to have to compete against you? You are such a horn dog your sense of money disappears and you would give away the family fortune."
"Likely so, I have no common sense when it comes to beautiful women, and big brother you have out done yourself on this one. I would really like to take this one up to my bedroom and dip my cock in that luscious cunt."
"Eric, did you not understand me? You may touch here and you may have her touch you. You may penetrate her mouth, but none of her other fuck holes. You may get an opportunity to use her later, but for now you are not to put your cock in her cunt or her ass. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, I hear you. I don't like it, but I do understand. I just hope I get a chance at that cunt before you relinquish ownership."
"We will see, and it is very likely you will get to sample her before she leaves. We must go now so I can show her where she will be staying while here."
"Good day Ms. Erica. I do hope you enjoy your stay here and that my brother gives you the proper level of attention."
I could not help but wonder about the dynamics between the two brothers. Master's brother seemed like a man who takes what he wants. I wondered if he would respect his brother's demands regarding me. I certainly hope so. He was not a man I was attracted to in the least, but then choosing who got to use her body was not a right a slave would be granted.?
With my hands still fastened behind me, but now wearing only my wrist restraints, collar and the plug in my ass, Master tugged on my leash and led me up a winding staircase to the second floor. When we reached the top, he led the way down the hall with his hand firmly on my ass. I could feel him playing with the base of the plug in my ass. "You are to have this firmly inserted in you unless you are cleaning yourself or my cock is using your ass. I will be using your ass at least once, but more likely I will use it multiple times. After all it is such a pretty ass, how could anyone who owns it be expected to pass up using it a little? The plug will also give you a level of protection against some who may want to use your ass without my permission."
As he was talking about my body, I was wondering about the similarity between the name Eric and Erica. It was apparent the niece was named after Master's brother, but why? Hopefully I would learn more by keeping my ears open. It was obvious I was not permitted to ask, at least not now.
"Here we go, this is the Master bedroom and where you will spend a substantial amount of your time while at my home."
"Before we do anything else, I must enjoy my slave a little. Turn around and I will unfasten your wrists."
I did as commanded and felt him remove the bindings.
"When I get all this off, I want you to take a shower and clean yourself for me. I want you properly cleaned for any manner I wish to use you. Do not overlook anything. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head as I'mswered, "Yes Master."
He had finished releasing my wrists and it felt good to stretch my arms and get the blood circulating.
"Bend over and I will remove your plug so you can prepare your ass for my use."
As I bent at the waist I felt his fingers grip the base of the plug and twist it as he gently pulled it out. It was painful as my sphincter slipped over the widest part, then subsided as it then slid closed as the plug narrowed and then exited my body.
I slipped my shoes from my feet. I looked at Master as if to question the collar. He thought a minute and said, "Here let me remove the collar while you bathe, but I will put it back on when you get out of the bath." I do like the collar as I feel it shows my ownership of you. If you were my permanent slave I would have a special collar custom made for your slender neck.
He then picked up a phone next to the bed and pushed two buttons. He waited a few moments then said, "Mary, can you please come up to the Master bath and draw a bath for my guest? Great, thank you."
I looked at him as if to ask what this was all about, but knew I had not been given permission to speak and would find out in just a few minutes anyway. Standing there totally naked, Master looked at me and said, "That was Mary. She is my maid and she is aware I was attending the auction last night. I told her if I won I would need her assistance with you. You will obey her as if her words were coming from me, do you understand?"
Again I nodded my head and said, "Yes Master."
"Good."
Facing away from the door I heard the latch and the squeak of the hinges. "Mary, come in. This is Erica, and yes that's not her real name. You know the hots I have for my niece."
"Yes Sir, I certainly do. Does your cock feel good in your slave? She sure is a pretty little thing."
"Her pussy is like silky warm wetness. I just can't seem to get enough of her. You are right, she is very pretty. My cock gets hard every time I look at her. Would you be so kind as to please draw a warm bath for her and wash her body for me? She has been in a high state of arousal this morning and I do want a fresh cunt to dip my cock in."
She grinned as she looked at me. "Certainly, Sir. I have been looking forward to this all morning. I'm pleased to prepare her for your use. Are there any special instructions or preparations you would like?"
"Now that you mention it, after you have her makeup and perfume applied, please install this and secure her to my bed facing up." Indicating he wanted his maid to put the butt plug back in me. How much more humiliating could this get? A woman I had never met was being instructed as a part of her domestic chores to bathe me and install a butt plug in my ass.
"Thank you Mary. I will leave her in your expert care." Looking at me he said, "The same rules apply, you only speak if Mary asks you a question of if she gives you permission. Do you understand she now has temporary control of my slave?"
I nodded my head answering, "Yes Master."
"Very good. Mary please give me a call if you need me. Please come get me when she is ready for me to enjoy."
"Yes sir, I'm sure we will not have any problems. It is going to be fun preparing her for you."
With that Master left the room closing the door on his way out.
"Stay right there and I will get the water ready."
I did not say anything, and stood as ordered. Mary was an unattractive woman. She was dressed in a French Maid uniform, which I thought was ironic. She did look good in it and filled it out nicely. I guessed her to be maybe 5 to 10 years older than me. She was a little taller than me at probably about 5 feet 6 inches. Her breasts were not overly large, probably a C or maybe a D cup. She had a tiny waist and long shapely legs. She wore pumps with a 3 inch heel. She had beautiful flawless caramel color skin. She wore her hair short in a very attractive style that complemented her face very nicely. I was impressed with her, but was not sure what was about to happen.
"Come here Erica. The water is ready."
Walking into the master bath I saw that Mary had slipped her dress off and was wearing only her half cup bra, g-string, garter belt and nylons.
"We need to hurry, Mr. Cole is waiting and we have quite a bit to do. Step into the tub and sit. I will wash you."
Her touch was gentle as she lathered my skin and washed me. As she worked, she talked. Obviously I could not respond, but just listen.
"Mr. Simon is a very generous man. He was so excited he was asked to be part of the auction. Yes, I know all about it and about your fantasy. I know how your husband arranged for strangers to bid on you. I don't yet know all the details of how it was handled since I have not talked to Mr. Simon since he left here yesterday to attend the auction. Miss, do not worry, I do not judge you. I think it would be exciting and I admire you to have the courage to live your fantasy. Today will likely be pretty intense, but I assure you Mr. Simon is a very considerate man. There is little doubt he can get into the role of "slave owner", but it is just a role and he would never hurt you. You may have figured out that after we are done here, I will get you all fixed up for him. I will tie you spread eagle on the mattress of his bed. I will then close the door. I will tell Mr. Simon you are ready. He may make you wait for him, but knowing him as I do, I doubt he will be able to wait very long, knowing you are prepared and waiting for his use."
"I'm permitted to give you the opportunity to speak freely. You have my permission to do so, but when I leave the room, you must not speak except as Mr. Simon instructs. Do you have any questions of me?"
"Yes, ma'am but what do I call you?"
"My name is Mary, but to keep your role intact as a purchased sex slave, I think it best for you to call me Mistress."
"Mistress, how long have you worked for Master?"
"I came here as his parent's maid when I was 23. That was 16 years ago. His father was the man of the house then, but five years ago, both of his parents were killed in a car accident. Mr. Simon, his brother and sister took over the family business and I became their employee. Mr. Simon is the oldest and he runs everything. I think you met Mr. Eric when you arrived. Their sister Miss Elizabeth, or Liz, has a daughter. She is the only child of the three. She is a very pretty young lady. Mr. Simon thinks a lot of you to have given you her name. Sorry, but I gave more information that I probably should have. I'm very proud of the Cole family and love working for them. They are a wonderful and I might add a very wealthy family."
All this time Mary had been washing me and I loved the attention and the feel of having someone pamper me like this. "Miss, you need to stand up so I can clean between your legs. Mr. Simon is going to be using that part of you quite a bit, I'm sure. We need to make sure it is squeaky clean."
I did as instructed and felt her bare hand on my skin. "You feel very nice. I do need to clean inside your pussy and your bottom. I will use a douche on you and then when you get out of the tub I will give you several enemas until you are as clean on the inside as you are on the outside." She giggled and said, "These men sure do like putting their cocks in our bottoms, don't they?"
I smiled and said, "Yes Mistress it does seem like they enjoy their cock in our ass as much or even better than they like our pussy. I actually like for a man to use my ass."
"I know some women do. For me, it is okay, but I like feeling their cock in my pussy more."
"Mistress, it is really none of my business and if you don't want to answer, I understand, but are you and Master intimate? What I mean is does he fuck you?"
Smiling Mary answered, "I probably should not say this, but if you will keep it between us, Mr. Simon and I played around quite a bit when I first arrived. He is older than me and liked having some 23 year old pussy to play with. Understand, I was totally in favor of that. We are not as intimate now as we were then, but when we are here all alone in this big house, we can quite often be found in the same bed enjoying each other. Mind you, it has been a while since I felt his manhood in me, but it sure does feel good when he does put it in me. Recently he has invited me into his room a few times, but it is not a regular thing. Just seems to happen when we are both here alone and we both are in need of some close contact with another human."
"I see."
"Missy, Mr. Simon is a wonderful man, but does not have time for the ladies. That's why I was so happy he was invited to the auction. I was pretty sure he would win if he liked what he saw and he told me he liked your pictures. He told me he was skeptical the auction was not just a joke. He said anyone as pretty as your pictures could not really be doing this. I never saw the pictures he saw, but now I can see why he liked those pictures so much. You are very pretty."
Blushing, I said, "Thank you Mistress. You are very kind."
She finished with the douche to clean my vagina and gave me four enemas before she was convinced I was clean enough. After the second one I was pretty sure I was clean, but she liked filling my colon and said she wanted to make sure I was clean for her Mr. Simon.
She brushed my hair and expertly applied my makeup. After applying perfume to my breasts and the inside of my thighs, she told me it was time for her to secure me to the bed. I asked, "Why does he want me tied to the bed?"
"Miss, you don't understand men very well if you don't know the answer to that. They like it when the woman they are about to fuck is helpless and they have total control."
"I understand the control issue, but I have given myself to him each time he has wanted me without question. I have done everything he has asked."
"Yes, true as that may be, but men still like seeing their women tied and helpless. It is sort of like the question as to why does it arouse some men to inflict pain on a woman. It is something in their psyche that's triggered by inflicting pain. Same for the women who like being on the receiving end of the pain. Do you like the pain you feel at the hands of a man?"
"Well, if inflicted in a sexual way to bring them pleasure, I get pleasure. I don't think it is from the actual pain, but rather the fact I know the man is being aroused by causing me pain. It is all so confusing, but I do know when a man gets aroused inflicting pain on me, my pussy gets very wet."
"I bet if you really thought about it, you not only are aroused by letting the man inflict pain, but deep down you also like the pain. You may not realize it, but that's something for a psychiatrist to figure out." She laughed and said, "It is time for me to install your plug. Bend over the back of the chair and use both hands to pry your cheeks apart for me to slip this in you."
I bent of the chair she had indicated and gripped a cheek with each hand and held them apart.
"Excellent, now you just stay like that while I put some lubricant inside you. We don't want him to hurt you more than necessary when he puts his cock in you, now do we?" I felt the cold tip of a tube of lubricant and felt the cold thick paste enter me as she squeezed a portion of the contents of the tube into me.
"There that should make it easier for both him and you. Stay like you are, I'm putting the plug in you now." Just before I felt the plug go in me, I felt Mary kiss my asshole then lick it. She didn't say anything, but I know what I felt. Then I heard her say, "The plug will hold the lubricant in you and also stretch you, making it easier for your Master to use that pretty little ass of yours. Now it is time for me to tie up your Master's prize possession for his use. Please lay on the bed."
I lay on my back and Mary told me to move to the center. She opened a drawer and withdrew four long lengths of white cotton rope. It was soft, but strong. "No this is not an everyday thing. It was purchased just in the event he brought a sex slave home from the auction. He told me if he did, he wanted to be ready to tie her up and use her right away. I figure you have already felt his cock in you, but this is something he wanted to save for his bed here."
She tied each piece of the rope down low beneath the mattress securing them to a corner of the bed. Taking my left ankle in hand I watched her as she looped the rope around it several times and tied my leg off tight. Pulling my right ankle tight she repeated the procedure. Wrapping the rope around my right wrist she pulled and tied it off. She walked around the bed and asked me if I needed anything before she finished. I shook my head no and she took my left hand and tied it in the same manner. I was stretched, but not painfully so, to the four corners of the bed. Mary then surprised me as she placed a blindfold over my eyes. I had not expected that. Once she had it tied tightly behind my head, I felt her lips on mine and she gave me a passionate, but tender kiss. Her soft lips felt nice.
I could feel her fingers lightly stroking my pussy. "Tell me something. Has a man ever fucked your pussy with a plug in that cute little ass of yours?"
"Yes a few times."
"How does it feel?"
"For me it is wonderful. It is not as good, but it is sort of like having two cocks in you at the same time. Mistress, have you ever had a cock in your pussy and one in your ass at the same time?"
Mary was laughing at my question. "No Missy, I can honestly say I have not had that experience, but it does sound like it would be something to remember."
"Yes, it is. If you ever get the opportunity you should try it."
"Okay, I will remember that."
I felt her soft fingers stroke my clit one last time and then heard her say, "Little one, I'm leaving now. I'm sure you will enjoy your Master's firm touch." With that she really surprised me as she slapped my pussy with her open hand. It was not really hard, but hard enough to sting a little. It felt wonderful as I said, "Thank you Mistress, that felt good."
With the blindfold in place, it was impossible to know what time it was. I heard her laugh and then heard the door hinges give a slight squeak as Mary left and all was silent now except for the tick, tick, tick of a nearby clock. I had not noticed the clock before, but being blinded does enhance the sensitivity of your other senses. It suddenly occurred to me, what if someone else comes into the room other than my Master? Anyone opening the door would see a naked and bound woman on the bed. I would not be able to stop anyone from fucking me or doing anything to me. My arms and legs were tied and I was helpless. I would not even know who had taken me since I wore a blindfold preventing me from seeing anything. This was the second time in less than 24 hours I was wearing a blindfold and available to anyone to touch and use my body as they wished. Remembering my earlier acceptance that nothing that happens is my fault and therefore I'm relieved of any guilt since I'm only a sex slave here for my Master's use or anyone he decides to let use me. My wishes have no effect on what happens. I must remember, my purpose is only to bring my Master pleasure by letting him use me or letting him allow others to use me.
How long has it been? When will my Master return and use me? I lay here helplessly bound waiting for him to use me for his pleasure, or maybe send someone else in to use me. After all that was part of the conditions. He is allowed to let others use me.
I continued to wait for something to happen. Just as I was about to give up hope, I heard the squeak of the door opening. This was followed by the squeak of the hinges and then the a click that sounded like the door being locked. Was this my Master, or someone else? My anxiety was building as I wondered who it was. I could hear the rustling of clothes. I figured whoever it was, they were getting undressed. The stress as to the identity of this person, was too much for me. I blurted out, "Master is that you?" No answer. Who could it be? Wouldn't my Master answer me? Was this someone to whom he had given permission to use me, or was it possible someone else was in the house and Master did not know this person had wandered into his bedroom? Was this going to be a rape? Was I about to be raped by someone who might seriously hurt me? Was my body about to be used by someone who wanted to really hurt me? Someone who did not know my safe words, and even if he did know, would not care?
Once again, "Master please, is that you?" I felt the bed sag under the weight of someone getting on the bed with me. This person's body was touching me. I felt legs between my legs. I then felt a hard cock pressing against my cunt. If I was going to be raped, I would not fight. Maybe he would just cum in me and leave. I could endure that, I thought. That's when I felt the cock being pushed between my pussy lips and penetrating into me. One massive thrust and I was filled. I could feel the testicals in the full scrotum of the man whose cock was deeply in me as it rested against my ass. The plug in my ass made the fullness even that much more noticeable. As I laid there waiting to be used for this man's pleasure, I heard what was music to my ears.
"Yes, my pet, it is your Master's cock filling his slave's cunt." I was so relieved upon hearing his voice, that if my arms had been free, I would have hugged him so tight and shoved my tongue down his throat. I then heard the words that brought a chill to my whole body. "Who gave my slave permission to speak?"
Oh crap. In my state of panic, I had spoken without permission. I said the only thing permitted, "Nobody Master."
"That's just as I thought. I'm going to use my slave and then we will discuss the best way to take corrective action so it does not happen again. Prepare yourself, my little pet, your Master is very much in need of the use of his slave. You are about to be used to bring your Master much pleasure. Does this please my slave?"
"Yes Master, very much. Your slave wants her Master to receive pleasure from using his property in whatever manner it will bring him the most satisfaction."
"Very good my pet. Your Master intends to do just that."
With that he withdrew his cock to almost pulling out of my cunt and then slammed the full hard length back into me as deep as he could thrust it. It felt like he had rammed up against and possibly even entered by cervix. Again and again my pussy took this battering of his cock. The pain subsided and as the pain gave way, I was looking forward to the next violent thrust. My cunt was wet and hungry for my Master's hot thick cum. I never wanted a man to fill me with his cum more than I wanted his. I was delirious, but was not allowed to say anything. I heard my Master's voice as the thrusting of his cock began to relent.
"Slave, you are not permitted to cum until given permission. You will take every drop of your Master's cum. You are permitted to speak only to ask permission to cum. If you cum without permission, you will be punished.
Shit, what was I going to do? I was on the edge of cumming right now. How could I delay an orgasm this powerful? "Master, may your slave cum?"
"No!"
I felt his cock battering my cunt and I needed to cum so desperately. "Master, your slave needs to cum."
"Is my slave's need to cum more important than her Master's need for pleasure?"
This was a trick question, my needs would never be more important that his. Even though I knew his pleasure had priority, how could I prevent it? "No, Master's need for pleasure using his slave's body is the only thing of importance."
"Good, slave agrees Master's pleasure is more important. Slave agrees her need to cum is secondary to her Master's needs."
I knew I was screwed. The stimulation, to my clit, was quickly reaching the point of no return and when it crested, I knew I would be in trouble. I could not win. I screamed out as the muscles in my pussy clamped down hard on Master's cock. My juices drenched my Master's cock as a very intense orgasm flooded over me.
My Master did not let up and if anything the thrusting became ever stronger. I could not hold him or do anything but lay there tied to the bed as his cock was used like a battering ram in my cunt. I felt his body stiffen as he thrust his cock deep into me. He held himself there as I felt the pulsations from his cock inject his hot thick cum deep inside me. Being used as his cum dump was very satisfying. Knowing I had brought him pleasure was all I wanted. I knew I was in trouble for cumming without permission.
He laid there on top of me as he had done last night. His cock was still lodged deep in me, but different from last night when I chose to support his weight, now I was tied spread eagle and had no choice. I did know laying on me made him happy and that made me happy. I lay there quietly as I felt his cock start to shrink, but even shrunken it still did not slip out of me. I liked feeling his manhood in me. I was in my element with the knowledge this man's use of my body was providing him pleasure. It did not matter this was not my husband. This was the man who now had full control of me and to whom I had been sold for the purpose of providing him sexual enjoyment.
I drifted off to sleep and was not awaken until I felt my Master move his body off me. He kissed me on the forehead and told me he had really enjoyed using me, but would have to punish me for disobeying him. He gave me a little smile when he said he would be punishing me. I knew then I had been set up to fail. It was obvious he held back until after I had cum so he could have the enjoyment of punishing me. I knew he wanted to cause me pain and that would give us both an increased desire for more passionate sex. Now the question was what would my punishment entail? Would I be spanked like before, or would it be something else?
As I lay bound to the bed, the contents of my cunt drained onto the bed soaking the area immediately beneath my ass and thighs. The volume of our combined cum was enough to soak a rather large area.
Mary was summoned again. The first time had been embarrassing, but this time was much more so. She had been instructed to reposition me for my Master's use. She would see cum continue to drain from my cunt and add to the pool of fluids already on the bed.
When she opened the door, Master was wearing a robe, but I was stark naked just as she had left me earlier.
"Mary, would you mind moving the bindings securing my slave's arms and legs to the head of the bed?"
"It will be my pleasure Sir. I think that will be an excellent position for you to get maximum benefit of her body."
"I was thinking the same. This position will give me access to her cunt and her ass. You did prepare her ass for me, correct?"
"Yes sir, she is ready to take your thick manhood up her ass. Sir, she will enjoy it more if you push into her body as far as you can."
"Fantastic. Please unplug her ass for my use?"
"Yes sir. I will do that just as soon as I have her legs tied. I like this position. Her ass will be pointing up and the lube I already put in her will not leak out when I pull the plug."
"You are a genius Mary. I don't know what I would do without you. Did you get a chance to taste her cunt juice earlier?"
"No sir, I did not want to make a mess of her before you were able to use her. Sir, I did kiss her ass and taste it to make sure it was clean enough for you."
"I appreciate that Mary, but I do want you to sample her cunt before we have to return her. That cunt of hers does produce a very sweet nectar. Her other Master should consider bottling it and selling it. He could make a fortune." They both laughed at that.
"Okay dear, I'm going to clean you up a little and move your legs to a better position for your Master's use."
I felt her get a warm wash cloth and wash the outside of my cunt. She then untied the ropes from the bed, but left them still tied securely to my ankles. One at a time she pulled the ropes over my head tying them to the headboard in the same location the ropes for my wrists had been tied. This had the effect of doubling me over with my legs spread over me, on each side of my head. My asshole was pointing at the ceiling. I then felt her grip the base of the butt plug that had been in me since I was first secured to the bed. She looked at me and said, "Honey in this position your asshole is stretched really tight, so this may hurt a little more than usual. I'm going to be as gentle as possible, because I don't want to damage your Master's property or cause him to not be able to enjoy your tight little hole. If you feel the need to scream, you have permission to do so. I will twist it and pull it free." I felt her twist it and could feel my tight sphincter being stretched but was holding it firmly. She then started pulling and as she had predicted the pain was intense. I could tell she was trying to be gentle, but it still hurt.
Once she had it removed I could feel her fingers checking my asshole, and entering me as she inspected it for damage. She was then talking to Master as if I was not even there. "There you go sir. I know that was very painful, but I don't see any damage to her cute little ass. It would be such a shame to damage something that cute. She is now ready to feel your manhood enter her. I'm sure you are going to enjoy using that tight little hole of hers."
"Mary I'm sure I will. Thank you for getting her ready for me. You may stay and watch if you would like."
Upon hearing his offer I was thinking to myself, 'Oh, please no, please don't stay and watch him fuck my ass.'
"Thank you sir, I wish I could but there are so many things I need to do before your guests start to arrive for the party this evening. Maybe I can watch you with her some other time before you have to give her back."
"That sounds like a great. I really would like you to help me add to her embarrassment. Are both Eric and Elizabeth going to be able to attend this evening?"
"Yes Sir as I understand it both are really looking forward to the party."
"Too bad my niece can't come. Her mother did not think it would be appropriate. She is may be right, but it would be fun to see her reaction. I do think she is old enough to enjoy some of our activities. I'm sure she is not still a virgin. I guess I need to discuss it with Elizabeth."
"Yes, sir I agree. Erica probably could not have come anyway. Elizabeth said Erica is busy this weekend. She said it was something about her boss needing her assistance. Elizabeth didn't know any of the details."
"She has really done well for herself as the secretary to that vice-president of that company she is with. I can't remember the name of the company, but Elizabeth said she really likes her boss."
"Good for her. Erica is such a smart and pretty young lady. She is as pretty as her mother."
I was listening to this conversation and thought to myself, could it be, but then dismissed the idea as being just a coincidence. After all Erica was not all that uncommon for a woman's name. Mike's Erica and Master's niece could not be the same, could they? What were the odds of that happening? And what was this about a party tonight? It sounds like I'm to be busy this evening. It would not surprise me if this party involves me being the guest of honor AND the entertainment.
Mary left the room closing the door behind her. Master climbed on the bed and stood over me looking at my upturned ass. "Little pet, you have such a cute ass. I'm so anxious to feel my cock in you and feel just how tight that little hole is. I can hardly wait to feel it squeeze my cock. I doubt I will be able to fuck your ass as hard as I have fucked your cunt. We will take it slow while I enjoy the feeling of sinking deep into your bowels. I do hope you enjoy this, I know I will."
I felt him spit on my ass to give his cock a little lubrication to assist entry. I knew I had plenty of lube in my ass, but there was very little on the outside. I felt his cock touch my ass. The nerves surrounding my anus made his touch feel really good, but I knew those same nerves were not going to like being stretched like what I knew was going to be necessary to get his large breeding tool in me.
Looking at me he said, "You are free to speak, yell, or scream as I fuck your ass. You can say anything you like, but the only thing that will mean anything is if you use one of the three words we discussed last night. Remember baby, those words were "Pause", "Yellow" and "Red". You do remember what each of those does to the activity, correct?"
"Yes Master."
"One more thing, just as before, if you want to cum you must ask for and receive permission first."
"Yes Master."
Smiling, he said, "I have been looking forward to this since I first saw you secured to that pole last night."
I felt his cock press against my ass. The pressure was steady and slowly increased the pressure against my asshole as he pushed against my tiny hole trying to force his cock past my sphincter and enter my body. I was determined to take him and let him experience the tightest hole his cock had ever been in, but I could not guarantee I would not cry out during the process. The pressure kept building and the pain started to become much more intense. "Master, can you please use more lubrication? I don't want his slave's asshole injuring her Master's cock."
He smiled and said, "I like that my slave is concerned about her Master's cock. After all if Master's cock was injured, how could his slave give him pleasure with her body?"
I thought to myself, that was luck. I'm so happy I phrased it like that. I felt the pressure stop as he withdraw his cock. He stepped into the bathroom where Mary had left the tube of lube on the counter. He came back stroking his cock. I could see it was coated with a liberal application of lube. He also applied more to the outside of my anus. The coolness of the lube felt good.
"That should make it less painful for you. Let's try this again."
Once again I felt the pressure and the accompanying pain as he pressed against me. "Yes Master, give your slave your cock. Your slave's ass is the perfect place for her Master's cock. Push Master, impale your slave on your cock!"
I could feel his cock forcing my sphincter to stretch as he attempted entry, but it was so thick and he had just started to enter me. The increasing pain was so intense my scream was out before I could stop it. "Push Master, push that magnificent cock into your slave, please fuck your slave's ass. Please Master!" Again another scream and I felt the glans of his cock slip past my sphincter and he stopped. I was panting as I felt the pain, but realized with the glans in me, there was very little additional stretching my sphincter would have to endure. Most of the stretching required was done, now the biggest challenge was to take a little more gradual stretching as the full length of his shaft entered me. I was confident I could do this for him. The determination for me to make this the best fuck yet of his slave was very strong as I concentrated on his hard breeding tool as it continued, sinking deeper and deeper into me.
"Master I'm so full. Fill your slave with your manhood. Slave loves her Master's cock. Make your slave feel the full length. Please Master, fill me with your hard meat. Slave loves her masculine Master's cock."
Wait! Did I just tell him I love him? Regardless of my passion, I can't say stuff like that. It is not fair to my Master to say that to him. I have a loving husband at home. This fantasy ends tomorrow night. Or at least it is supposed to end tomorrow. I have to be careful to not give him the wrong idea. This man is a magnificent lover and pushes all my buttons. He is a master at using his cock to bring me pleasure. He is proud of me, he said so, didn't he? NO Kristie! Get your fucking mind back into fantasy mode and not thinking about this as a life-long change. Never!
"Erica, take Uncle's cock all the way up in your tight ass."
Okay, he was fantasizing I was his niece. I would play along and feed his fantasy just as he had been feeding mine. "Uncle Simon, fuck my ass. You have such a big thick cock. I know you have always wanted to fuck me and I have always dreamed of having my Uncle's cum in my body."
"I have always wanted to fuck you honey. Take Uncle's cum in your ass."
"Yes Uncle Simon. Fill me full. Make me a real woman. Use your niece's ass. Let me know what it feels like to be a woman used by a real man for his pleasure. Your cock is the biggest I have ever seen, Uncle Simon."
Master was now stroking in and out of my ass. The tightness of my ass gripping his cock was painful. I thought I would be able to stay out of trouble this time. I was pretty sure I would not be able to orgasm with this much pain, but I was enjoying being able to provide my Master his pleasure.
When he drove his cock deep in me and I felt him release another load of his cum into me, a sense of pride overcame me. I was proud his use of my body made him feel so good.
As he pulled himself from me he said, "Erica that was fantastic! I will send Mary up to release you and clean you up. Remember her commands are as if they came from me. After she has finished with you, you may roam the house and look anywhere you like. You may even enjoy going outside and seeing the grounds. Remember, you are to be naked. Inside the house you will wear your shoes, but when outside on soft surfaces you may go barefoot. If you see anyone in the house or outside don't worry, they have all been told to expect to see a naked white female on the property. You will find they are very respectful and will answer any of you questions. There will be a party tonight in your honor. Mary will tell you when she wants to get you ready for the party. Be sure you obey her. While you are exploring the grounds you have permission to initiate a conversation with anyone you see or answer their questions."
Erica is a decent secretary, but this was amazing. Kristie was a genius knowing I would need a distraction while she was living her fantasy. Erica was exactly what I needed this morning. I was able to certify that her bed was very sturdy and was capable of withstanding very vigorous activity. Erica knows firsthand that the construction of her bed has been very well tested.
Reflecting back over the day, Erica has been a life saver. I was almost in a panic thinking about Kristie last night. When I saw Erica standing in the door, I was able to briefly move my concern for Kristie to the back of my mind and concentrate on this sexy little vixen standing before me. While my Kristie is a beautiful woman, Erica is what I consider cute. This does not mean she is not beautiful in her own right. Erica is younger than my Kristie by ten or eleven years. She has the energy typically seen in a young girl. Her playful attitude makes her fun to be around. She has a cute little button nose and sparkling hazel eyes. She stands at only 5 feet 2 inches and does not even break the 100 pound mark on the scales. Her breasts are smaller than Kristie's. Kristie can easily fill a C cup, while Erica's fit nicely in a B cup. Her nipples are a pale rose color and stand quite proud on her firm mounds.
Today is the first time I have really seen Erica away from the office. Oh, yes, I have sampled Erica's charms both with her kneeling behind my desk and on the couch in my large office, but it has always been in my office behind a locked door. Today I have been able to see a different Erica as she really let loose. She did not have to be concerned about phones, customers, visitors, or other executives. Today it was just her and me and she knew she had my wife's blessing to do anything she and I wanted to do.
The moment I placed her on the bed and sank my cock in her warm wet pussy, my building tension over the events of last night seemed to fade. Not to say I forgot about Kristie, it is just that I had a more relaxed attitude toward the events, unknown to me, that were unfolding with her. Kristie is the most wonderful wife a man could have. Erica is quite a sexual dynamo, but she could never take my Kristie's place. The fact is no woman could ever be able to complete me like Kristie.
After Erica had reduced my stress level, we laid in bed talking for quite a while. She got up and told me she was fixing breakfast and if I wanted to jump in the shower she would wait and take hers after we ate. She walked out of the bedroom stark naked and as I went into the shower I saw her busy in her own kitchen without a stitch of clothing. I quickly finished my shower and went in to find her wearing an apron that covered her breasts extending down to just below her pussy. I gave her a disapproving look and she knew exactly what I was upset with. She said, "Mr. Adams, I know you like me naked, but I put this on because I was frying us some bacon. You would not want me to damage my tits, would you? After all I think they will see a lot of use this weekend." She gave me the sweetest smile designed to capture the heart of virtually any straight strong willed man.
"Of course not, they are too pretty to risk bacon grease burns, as long as you intend on allowing me to dine with my sexy naked secretary by my side."
"But of course. Just tell me what you need me to do, and I will be happy to serve your every need." With a big smile she continues, "I can even take cock-tation, oh sorry, I meant dick-tation," and then spun to face away from me. With her back to me I could see her naked and firm little ass cheeks.
"You are too much. You better be careful what you put on display. I'm just a man and can't help putting my cock in any cute little hole I see."
"Oh, Mr. Adams. Would Mrs. Adams approve of your total lack of respect for the hired help?"
I just smiled and sat down at the table as she placed a delicious breakfast in front of me. Taking off her apron first, she sat down next to me and said, "Mr. Adams I'm so excited about this weekend. I do hope Mrs. Adams lets us have more weekends like this."
"Honey, I don't think you need to worry about that. In fact, if you don't mind, you will probably find that she may join us when she is available. As fun as that sounds, this weekend is just about you and me."
"You mean Mrs. Adams might really join us in bed?"
"She has mentioned she would like to do just that. She has told me she thinks you are adorable."
"Really? I'm flattered, but..."
"But what?"
"Do I understand you correctly? Are you saying that Mrs. Adams is into girls?"
"You will have to talk to her about that, but yes, she has been with women and seems to enjoy herself. Don't worry your pretty little head we will cross that bridge in the future. Remember, today is just about the two of us."
"I like that."
"You probably know this already, but men like to watch two women together. Have you ever been intimate with a woman?"
She was looking at her plate. It appeared she was too shy to answer my question.
"Erica, you can tell me, but if you don't want to that's okay. I will tell you watching two women love each other is one of my kinks. I love watching two women together. I think it is so sexy to watch them pleasure each other. Women know best what arouses the female body like no man could ever understand."
"Mr. Adams, please don't think bad of me, but yes I have experienced other women. One in particular, but I'm too embarrassed to tell you who. Let's just say she is someone I have known my entire life and am very close to. She and I share a very special relationship."
"I really appreciate you sharing that with me. I hope one day you will trust me enough that you will be able to share her identity with me. I like knowing you have someone special you can relax with and with whom you can share intimate moments. When you are ready, I would love to know who this person is and I promise you, anything you share with me will be held in the strictest confidence." I reached under the table and gripped her thigh. She is so warm and sweet. I could easily have her move in with us and have two wonderful women to care for me. I smiled as I thought what a dream that would be.
"What?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you smiling so big? Are you laughing at me?"
"No baby, I was just thinking to myself about how fortunate I'm to have both you and my wife. I would never laugh at you like that. I laugh at the funny things you do and the way your youth is displayed in your carefree attitude."
"Oh, okay, I thought you were laughing at something I told you."
"No, baby, I'm just so happy right now, I was smiling."
Grabbing my arm and snuggling her face into it and kissing my arm she said, "Me too, Mr. Adams, me too."
We finished breakfast and I told her to get ready while I cleaned up the dishes. She gave me a cute quick peck on the cheek. I watched her naked little ass as she ran into her bedroom. It was no surprise my cock was pointing directly at her.
It was fun looking around the house. Expensive paintings hung from the walls all over the house. I'm no art expert but I knew many of these were works of the master artists. I also found several beautiful sculptures.
As I was looking at some paintings I looked up to see a woman approaching. I did not recognize her. I was engrossed in the art and had become so accustom to being naked, I almost forgotten about my nudity. As this very attractive lady approached, I became instantly aware my nakedness and once again the embarrassment of being in the presence of someone fully dressed overcame me. As she approached, it was obvious she was seeking me out and wanted to talk to me. She walked up to me and looked me in the eye. She did not stare at my nudity like most people, but rather extended her hand and said, "You must be my brother's friend, or should I say his sex slave?" She smiled as I shook her hand. "I do apologize for sounding like a bitch. I'm not judging you at all, in fact I think what you two are doing sounds like a lot of fun. I know we haven't been introduced so I took it upon myself to find you. Simon is my brother and I'm Elizabeth. Most people just call me Liz. Who knows what Simon will have you calling me."
"I'm very pleased to meet you ma'am. I believe I'm expected to call you Mistress Elizabeth."
She looked at me and grinned saying, "I kind of like that, but unless you just want to call me that, I prefer Elizabeth or Liz, as long as Simon is not around and we are alone. I must ask you something or confirm what I have heard. I just want to make sure what I heard is true. You are doing this of your own free will and you and my brother are what they might call, consenting adults?"
"Yes ma'am, that's correct. It may not seem like it, but I'm very submissive and in this fantasy we are living he owns me. I do have a safe word I can use if things get out of hand, but if I use it, the fantasy ends immediately."
"Do you mind telling me what that word is?"
"No, not at all ma'am. The word red stops the fantasy. I can also use Yellow which will slow the intensity while keeping the fantasy alive and Pause will put the fantasy on hold giving us time to talk about something that could become a problem. So you see, unless I use the safe words, I'm Master's property to use anyway he likes. There are some rules he and my husband agreed upon, but that's basically it."
"I think I understand. I'm not a prude by any stretch of the imagination. I feel like two adults should be able to do whatever they like and to hell with what society thinks. If we get to know each other better you will learn things about me that are very likely going to shock you."
"I doubt that ma'am, but I'm very pleased to meet you."
"Have you met my brother Eric?"
"Yes we met when I arrived here from the hotel."
"I hope you are enjoying the art. I will leave you to look around, and am looking forward to the party this evening. It was very nice meeting you. Enjoy yourself."
"Thank you ma'am." Elizabeth walked back in the direction she had come from. I thought to myself that she was much nicer than her brother Eric. I found her to be very pleasant and looked forward to getting to know her better. The thought as to whether or not she was my husband's secretary and fuck buddy for the weekend ignited my curiosity in whether or not this was a coincidence, or if in fact the woman I just met might be the mother of my husband's secretary. I was determined to learn the truth before this was all over.
I continued to walk around the house, it was huge. I had no idea how one man could live in such a large house all by himself. Granted there was Mary, but he had no wife or children. Elizabeth and Eric apparently did not live here, but it appeared they must spend a lot of time here. I heard a noise behind me and was startled when I turned and saw Eric standing a few feet away staring at me.
"Well there you are pretty lady or should I say slave? I wondered what my brother had done with you. I see he is not permitting you to wear clothing. Not that I object, after all looking at you doesn't hurt my eyes at all. I could look at you all day long, day after day."
"Thank you sir. I was just admiring at all the art."
"Yea, Simon is a collector of lots of old dusty oil and canvas." He paused for a moment and had the look as if a great idea had just come to him. "I have something much more interesting than these old paintings. I would like to show you my bedroom. It is just down the hall this way." He started to walk in the direction he had indicated his room was located.
"Master Eric, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Did I misunderstand? I thought you are a sex slave. I want to use you. Are you refusing to allow me to use you?"
"No sir, you may touch me anywhere you like or tell me to touch you. If you would like Master even said you can use my mouth to pleasure yourself, but he said you can't use my pussy or my bottom."
"I think he might have indicated I can use your cunt or ass. Regardless, if you don't tell him, he will never know. I'm certainly not going to tell him. Let's go to my room and he will not see us."
"Master Eric, I'm not allowed to do that."
I saw that look on his face I had seen a hint of earlier. His face was getting red and I could tell he was getting agitated. "CUNT, I'm your Master's brother and I'm going to take this hard cock and fuck that cunt of yours!"
This was rapidly getting out of control. I was scared he was going to force himself on me. We were all alone in the hall. If I screamed I did not know if anyone would even hear me. "Master Eric, I would like to taste your cum, if you would allow me the pleasure. You can even fuck my face if you would like."
"I said I want to fuck your cunt, bitch! I might even decide I would rather use your pretty little ass, now that I think about it."
"Master Eric, if that's what you want, I will not prevent you from using me as you wish, but I will have to make Master Simon aware of what happened."
"You stupid fuckin CUNT! FINE, get on your knees and show me how good you are at swallowing cum."
I sank immediately to my knees and lowered his pants. His cock was already hard as I took him into my mouth. I worked my tongue all around his cock and was taking him deep into my mouth.
"Bitch, put your hands behind your back and make sure they stay there."
I like an aggressive man and this man had not hurt me, but I was concerned that he was mad he was not allowed to fuck me. Master had said no, and I had to obey the rules he had established. I was glad Master had told him no, but if he had given his brother permission, I would have willingly gone with him and let him use me. I was not attracted to him in the least, but my fantasy would not allow me to pick and choose who could fuck me. That decision was my owner's decision to make.
I even heard Master tell his brother the rules. I could tell Eric was very aroused and likely would not last very long. With my hands behind my back I felt a hand on each side of my head. I knew what this meant. He was going to set the speed and depth his cock penetrated into my mouth and possibly even my throat. I did not mind this and am good at taking a cock deep into my throat. The only thing is I usually have to work up to it slowly. It did not appear that Eric was going to allow me the opportunity to do this.
He pulled my head forward forcefully and after only three or four times he was in my throat. He pulled me tight against his groan holding me there. I had my tongue extended at far as possible to allow him into my throat. I was using it on his scrotum, but was desperate for air. Finally he pulled me partially off his cock and without giving me much time he thrust his cock back into my throat and again held me tight. As he held me he was bucking into my face attempting to get deeper. I tried to give his scrotum stimulation from my tongue. After what seemed like forever he released me again to catch my breath. After just three or four seconds he resumed thrusting deep into my throat and holding me in place. This continued and I lost count of how many times he entered my throat. I could tell he was getting close and began moaning around his cock and anything I could think of to stimulate him. He finally pulled me tight against him and held me there. I could hear him moaning and feel the tube along the underside of his cock pulsating against my tongue as his body was pumping semen directly into my throat. I never even tasted his cum. As I felt I was about to pass out he released me. I fell to the floor gasping for air. He did not even try to catch me and stop me from falling hard against the floor.
As I lay on the floor I was trying to fill my lungs with air as I kept my eyes on him. He was looking at me on the floor and said, "Next time cunt, when I tell you I want to fuck, you better think twice before refusing to take my cock. I won't be so easy on you next time."
I watched him walk away and lay there on the floor for a while longer attempting to regain my composure. I heard footsteps and saw it was Elizabeth again. She hurried to me and asked, "Are you okay, what happened?"
"I'm okay Mistress. Your brother was just using me. I'm okay, honest."
"Which brother, Simon?"
I shook my head letting her know it was not Master.
"You mean Eric? That son-of-a-bitch, this is bull shit and has to stop! I'm going to talk to Simon right now!"
"No Mistress. It is okay. I like aggressive men. He was just a little more aggressive than I'm accustomed to."
"Honestly honey, this is not right. I need to let Simon know what happened."
"No please don't. It is okay, really."
"Okay, if that's how you want it, but I'm going to be watching."
I recovered and then decided to get out of the house. I did want to feel the sun on my body. It was a beautiful day and I knew this might be the only time I would be able to look around.
As I walked to the door, I thought about Mistress Elizabeth and her desire to protect me. Her concern made me feel just a little safer with Eric around knowing she was watching out for me.
Just as I thought the sun felt nice on my skin. The house looked even larger now than it had when we arrived earlier this morning. I did have to take my shoes off and carry them. The skinny heels were not made for the soft earth. The grass felt good on my bare feet. I saw the stables and saw a large black man hammering on something at a blacksmith's anvil. I don't think he saw me. I continued to wander aimlessly around the property.
Being naked outdoors at Master's estate was fun. Walking around without a care as to who saw me naked was such a new feeling. It was something you can't do normally with people around. Here the few people who could have seen me were told it was okay for me to be naked and to ignore my nudity. It was such a free and liberating feeling. The sun was warm and felt good on my skin. I wish I had time to get an all over tan. This would be the perfect place to do it, but only if I could find a way to keep Master's cock out of me long enough. I smiled at that thought.
I love being naked and outdoors, but in the city it is not permissible to walk around naked with all the neighbors in such close proximity. Living outside the city with lots of land definitely had advantages. Maybe I could talk Mike into getting a small place with some land. We obviously would not be able to afford anything as large or expensive as this, but something that would give us some privacy, would be nice. Mike and I had enjoyed visiting a few nude beaches, but it was not the same as here where you could just walk around without caring who saw you. I found out everyone here had been told in advance to expect seeing a naked woman on the property. I know people think I'm attractive and I like it when both men and women look at me in that way you know they are admiring you. It is a little embarrassing at times, but it is still a huge boost to one's ego.
I'm proud of my body and work hard keeping it in shape, so what was the harm in letting some of Master's friends and employees see what both he and I are so proud of. I even like the touches that under any other circumstances would have been rude and inappropriate. As it was now, intimate touching without first asking my permission was expected. Asking my permission to touch my body would have been admonished and would have been seen as being rude to my Master. After all, I was to be treated as my Master's property and my body is not something to which I could neither allow access to nor withhold access from. Permission to touch and use me was something only my Master has the right to grant. Asking my permission would be seen as ignoring my Master's right to grant permission to use me. It would be me giving someone permission to use property that belonged to him.
As strange as this may sound to someone else, it seemed perfectly appropriate to me. I freely gave myself to my Master and with that his decision making powers over me. I enjoyed his total control over me.
When I reached the hard paved sidewalk I strapped my shoes back on my feet. Like most women's shoes they were not designed for comfort, but rather to get the attention of men. I have to admit my feet look damn sexy in these shoes and again I was very proud to display myself for the enjoyment of others.
I walked back up the steps and opened the entry door. I didn't see anyone there to meet me, nor did I expect anyone. I climbed the grand stairway to the second level and proceeded down the hall to the master bedroom. Entering I found Mary straightening things. She saw me, and said, "Good, I was just about to come get you. We need to get you ready for the party this evening."
"Do you know what the party will be like?"
"Yes dear I do, but I'm not at liberty to disclose the details to you. I can tell you everyone is to meet in the main hall and when all are assembled you will make your entrance. After you are introduced to the guests, everyone will go to the formal dining room for dinner. Following dessert everyone will retire to the theater. There you and Mr. Simon will share the responsibility of entertaining the guests. From that point I'm not sure what Mr. Simon's plans are, but I'm confident everyone will enjoy themselves, except maybe for you." She smiled at this last statement.
"Mistress, whatever makes Master happy, will please me."
"That attitude, my dear, is what makes you so beautiful and positively irresistible. It pleases me to see how Mr. Simon is smitten by you. Even though his intense manly passion, when he uses you, does often cause you intense pain, he adores you for your willingness to endure this pain. You selfless devotion to give him maximum pleasure, regardless of your pleasure, is what makes you so remarkable."
Again this may sound strange, but it filled me with pride. "Thank you Mistress."
Mary smiled as she ushered me into the bathroom again. We went through the same procedures as before, including the unnecessary extra enemas. I tried to explain to her that nobody had used my ass since the last enemas. She smiled and said, "That's okay dear. I like making sure you are clean. We need to make sure you are well lubricated so you will be ready if Master or any of the guests decides they want to use your ass."
"Anyone? Are you saying there will be more than just my Master using me tonight?"
"That I do not know, but you are the guest of honor and Mr. Simon is a very good host. A good host normally offers his best cigars and liquor to guests to show his hospitality. Would it not make sense he would offer the use of his new sex slave to his guests for their enjoyment?"
"Yea, I guess you are right. It is just that I like being used by him and also by you, Mistress."
"I do understand, but as a slave it is not for you to decide who will use you, isn't that correct?"
"Yes Mistress, that's correct."
"Okay then we need to make sure the skin of Mr. Simon's slave is very smooth. Gentlemen enjoy the feel of silky soft female flesh."
As she touched me, I could see it in her face that she liked what she felt. Although she would probably not admit it, I could see her lustful desire to do more. "It appears your legs, cunt, and ass have been waxed. You are incredibly silky smooth. I know everyone will appreciate your attention to the details. Waxing prevents nicks and cuts to the skin of Master's property. You feel very nice indeed. I only wish I had longer to enjoy the feel of your flesh."
Because I had my waxing the day before the auction, along with a fresh manicure/pedicure the day of the auction, there was very little to do other than wash up and apply some cologne. The manicure made my nails look perfect and the pedicure really made my feet look sexy in my pumps. I love the way my feet are soft and smooth. The pedicure does a nice job removing any rough dry skin. I also moisturize my feet of an evening when I'm home. I thought the light pink color I had the manicurist apply to my fingers and toes was subtle and very sexy. Just as I was finishing up, Mistress asked, "Are you about ready. Everyone has arrived and they are anxiously awaiting your entry?"
"Yes Mistress. I just need to put my shoes on. Are you going to lubricate me?"
"Oh, yes. I almost forgot to tell you, Mr. Simon has some special plans for this evening. Lubricating your ass would interfere with those plans. I'm sorry, but you have to take the plug without the benefit of the commercial lubricant. You can however apply your saliva to the plug to help ease it in. That will help, but it is still going to hurt.
"Thank you Mistress. I don't want to ruin any plans Master has this evening. I do appreciate you allowing me to use my saliva to help get it in me."
I saw her go back to the cabinet and retrieve something. I looked and saw what looked like colorful ribbons such as party streamers. Returning she said, "Here it is, we don't have much time, so get busy and I will install it in you. Here baby, it will be cute in you."
I looked at the plug which had colorful ribbons attached to the base. I quickly spit on it, but I was so nervous, my mouth was dry. Seeing my problem, Mistress took the plug and said, "I'm sorry Honey, but we don't have time for this." She spit on the plug and smeared it over the surface of the hard plastic intruder. Then without any previous stretching of my hole, she shoved the huge plug into my ass. I almost screamed from the painful intrusion. I could feel the ribbons attached to the base of the plug dangling against the back of my legs. It was like the tail of a pony, but instead of hair, it was made of colorful ribbon streamers. I considered how ridiculous I looked and thought to myself if there was any way they can humiliate me more?
"Come, come, we need to hurry. They are waiting."
Leading me down the hall Mary was quietly whispering instructions to me. "You will descend the grand stairway alone. I will be along shortly, but you must make the entry by yourself. Do as you have done before and allow yourself to go with the flow. Remember, whatever a guest requests is your task to perform regardless of how crazy it sounds. If the task would seriously injure you Mr. Simon will be close by to intervene. If not interrupted by Mr. Simon, you are to do as instructed. After Mr. Simon introduces you to his guests you will curtsy to them. I know you will make Mr. Simon proud."
We were now at the top of the stairs and Mary gave my ass a firm loving squeeze followed by a little nudge to start me down the stairs. After descending only a few steps I could see the guests waiting at the bottom of the staircase. The men were in formal wear and the ladies were in beautiful dresses with very short sexy skirts. I recognized Eric and Elizabeth standing together and my Master at the front of the group. There was only one other couple and I did not know who they were, but was confident I would learn their identity very soon.
As I reached the last step Master took my hand in his as if I was dressed in a flowing formal gown, but I was not. The dichotomy of the situation was what made it so embarrassing. Here they were dressed very elegantly and I was naked except for my leather collar and the stiletto pumps I was wearing. To top it off, I had a large plug lodged deep in my ass with streamers flowing behind me like the train of a wedding dress. At no other time in my life have I felt so blatantly naked. This reminded me of the auction that seemed so long ago, but in reality was only the previous evening.
As Master took my hand in his, he turned to his four guests and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me present to you Erica. I know you all will agree she is quite beautiful. She is my property, at least until tomorrow at midnight. She is the sex slave I told you I purchased at auction."
It sounded ridiculous, to introduce someone in a setting such as this as your sex slave, but they all applauded and acted like it was all perfectly normal for a naked woman to be the guest of honor with everyone else dressed in formal attire. As they were applauding I curtsied just as Mary had instructed. The volume of their applause rose as they seemed to appreciate this gesture.
"Erica, I believe you have met my sister Elizabeth."
Not knowing how to answer him in front of these strangers I'mswered, "Yes, sir we have met."
Looking at me he asked in a serious tone, "Excuse me? What did you say?"
I knew I had screwed up, but what had I done wrong. Thinking I said, "Yes, Master, I have met your sister."
Smiling he said, "That's much better."
Still holding my hand, he turned me to the other lady present and said, "Erica, this is Lisa, she is the wife of my lifelong friend and confidant Harry Smelling.
I did another little curtsy and said, "Good evening Mistress. It is so nice to meet my Master's friends."
"Dear, I have been looking forward to this since early this morning when I learned your Master had purchased himself a beautiful sex slave at an auction. How delightfully exciting that's!"
Turning to Mr. Smelling Master said, "My dear I want you to meet my closest friend. We have shared everything together and it only makes sense we share this memorable evening together. This dear is Mr. Harry Smelling. Harry this is without question the best piece of ass I have ever had my cock in. You have no idea how good your cock will feel in her."
I could not believe he had said that. I heard his wife giggle as well as Elizabeth. Mr. Smelling just grinned like he was wondering how long he was going to have to wait before he got to sample my ass. I realized my body would be accommodating his cock and like I suspected he was thinking, I was also wondering how long it would be before I felt his cock in me. Would his wife be watching? Worse yet, is it possible everyone would be watching as he pumped his cock into me?
"Erica, is it?" I nodded my head. I'm certain you have heard this a million times, but you are a very attractive female. You have no idea how envious I'm of Simon. You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen perched on sexy little female feet, that's if you don't include my lovely wife." He looked at his wife smiling sheepishly.
I heard Mrs. Smelling quietly mutter "Nice save ole boy." Everyone laughed.
Master continued the introductions. "And I know you have met Eric, my brother, from this morning."
"Yes Master."
"Oh, I almost forgot, we have one more guest I must introduce, but she is one who really needs no introduction." He looked up the stairs and descending the steps was Mary in a French Maid uniform unlike the one I had seen her wearing earlier. This one was much sexier and showed her to be a very sexy lady. "Mary please join us as we are all admiring my newest acquisition."
"Thank you sir, I'm honored to do so."
Master then spoke. "Now that all the introductions are out of the way, let us proceed into the dining room and enjoy the gourmet meal Mary has so expertly prepared for us."
Upon entering the dining room something seemed strange. There were seven of us, but only five place settings were on the table. I figured Mary would be serving so that accounted for one of the missing place settings, but how about the other one? There was little doubt in my mind the missing place setting was mine. Was I to sit on the floor next to Master as I had done in the hotel suite? That would not be so bad, I thought and was probably appropriate. I was soon to learn there were different plans for me during this meal.
I heard Master say, "Please everyone take a seat. Erica, come stand over here by me." Holding my hand and looking at the guests I heard him say, "As you know Erica is going to entertain us later this evening, but before that she will also be doing some special entertaining of which she has a wonderful natural ability." Looking at me and placing a finger beneath my chin to lift my eyes to meet his, "Dear, you will please my guests with your mouth as they enjoy Mary's delicious meal. Please start with my friend Mr. Smelling and once you have swallowed his manly seed move next to Mrs. Smelling and proceed on around the table until my four guests have been satisfied. If you finish before we have finished our dessert, crawl out from under the table and provide us with a display of my slave's beautiful body. You will display yourself as another of the fine pieces of art I'm so proud to own."
"Yes Master." I stood at the end of the table until Mary had served the first course. Master looked at me and nodded his head indicating I was to begin.
With all eyes on my, I lowered myself to the floor and disappeared under the table. Fortunately it was a large table and there was plenty room to move around. I crawled over to Mr. Smelling and unzipped his pants. He did not say a word, but I did feel his hand on the back of my head as I took him into my mouth. He was excited and they were about half way through their salads when I got my first serving of the evening. His cum had a mild salty flavor, but was also slightly sweet. I wondered if he might be diabetic. I had tasted this sweetness before from men in our swingers club whom I knew were diabetic. He patted my head as if to thank me. I kissed the head of his cock before placing it back in his pants and zipping him up.
Next I moved to my immediate right to Mrs. Smelling. She was a good looking woman. She was much younger than her husband. I guessed her to be about my age. She kept her body very lean and trim. I placed my hands on her knees and gently spread her legs. I had to smile to myself when I saw she came prepared. She was not wearing panties.
Diving right in I attacked her clit sucking it between my lips. I heard her gasp and say, "Ohhhhh, my Simon. This dinner is fantastic!" Everyone laughed, knowing exactly what she was referring to. I worked her clit with all my expert clit sucking experience. Women have a much different taste than men. In my opinion it is not better or worse, just different. I do enjoy the taste of pussy. I heard her gasp again and was flooded with a copious amount of her juices as they flowed freely from her. I was not able to catch all of her secretions in my mouth. When women cum it is harder to catch than when a man ejaculates. I got all I could and licked her seat and thighs clean, before moving to the opposite side of the table where Eric was seated.
Eric had already unzipped his pants and his cock was hard and protruding through his fly. I did catch a brief glimpse and thought I saw Elizabeth's hand in Eric's lap, but could not be sure. Eric's cock was familiar from earlier when he fucked my throat. I could not see how he would be able to do that at the dinner table, but was still determined to bring him off with a bang.
It was not a big surprise when I felt Eric's hand on my head pulling me further onto his cock in an attempt to get his cock directly in my throat. I was determined to finish with him quickly using every trick I had ever learned to make a man cum. Eventually I felt both of his hands pulling me into his lap. I decided to not fight him and let him use me the way he wanted, which would likely make him cum faster and solve both of our problems. He did cum and I was surprised how much cum he had built up after cumming just a couple of hours earlier.
The last for me to pleasure was Elizabeth. I was hopeful she would be as enjoyable as Mrs. Smelling. Elizabeth felt me settle between her legs and opened her legs giving me access. Like Mrs. Smelling, Elizabeth was not wearing panties either. Evidently both women had been anxiously anticipating my attention.
Just as I had done with Mrs. Smelling, I went straight for her clit. I was determined to make a friend of this woman I was almost certain was the mother of my husband's secretary. If she was Erica's mother, her daughter was not only desired by Mike, but I also wanted that sweet young thing to play with. If her mother did not like me, my chances were likely to be threatened. I stuck my tongue up in her as far as I could reach from my uncomfortable position. Elizabeth surprised me when she scooted forward on her chair sitting on the front edge of the chair. This gave me fantastic access and I was even able to lick her asshole, which brought a shudder form her each time my tongue touched her little pucker hole. I knew I was making points and I was giving her my best effort. When I sensed her about to cum, I opened my mouth and covered her pussy. When she let loose I thought I was going to drown from all the juice she gave me. I happily drank it down and remained between her legs licking her clean and then very lightly licking clean her thighs and sucked on her clit a little. I thought I would give it a try and see if she would cum for me a second time, but she moved back on her chair. She did reach down and firmly squeeze my left tit and patted my head as if to say "thank you."
I was overjoyed at her touch and her tenderness squeezing my breast. Since I was finished with the four guests I crawled out from under the table as Master had told me and stood in the spot Master pointed to facing the dinner table guests with my hands behind my back. I saw everyone look at me from time to time as they finished up eating their dessert.
Mrs. Smelling was the first of the group to speak directly about me. She was talking to Master when she said, "Simon, I have no idea what you paid for this little slave of yours, but whatever it was, she is worth every penny."
"Thanks Lisa. I can tell you she was not inexpensive, but I would have gladly paid double the amount or more. The fact is I would have paid 100 times the amount spent if it would have been possible for me to have really bought her and owned her as my property permanently. The problem is I fear if I really did own her my life expectancy would be much shorter. She would give me a heart attack from all the orgasms I would experience using her."
Everyone except Eric laughed at his comment. He continued by saying, "Most women do not know what it takes to really please a man. This is the first female I have been with who knows exactly how a man feels and how a man wants his woman to think, feel and behave. As you all know she is mine until tomorrow evening. I intend to keep her as mine until the very last second, when the agreement stipulated for her to be returned to her husband. I'm sure we can all agree he is one very lucky man to have a piece of ass like this to come home to every night. I don't mean that in a derogatory way, she is a woman and lady first, but I can tell you from the brief time I have owned her I have learned that in every man's dreams this is the ultimate piece of ass for a man to put his cock in. You know the old saying a man wants his wife to be a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. I'm not sure about the kitchen and living room, but Eric perfectly understands her role in the bedroom. That's why I say she knows how a man wants his woman to think, feel and behave."
They applauded and I felt a strange sense of pride being spoken of like just a set of perfect holes to stick a cock in. I knew I should probably be offended, but under the circumstances, I could not have been more proud of myself and my ability to satisfy my Master.
"I hate to throw a wet blanket on the evening, but we have some unpleasant business to take care of. It is truly unfortunate, but earlier today Erica violated two rules. She is aware of these violations and knows she must be disciplined. This discipline, while it will be painful, is necessary to teach her to be a better slave and not repeat her errors."
"Slave, tell my guests your first disobedient action from this morning and why you are being punished."
"Master, slave's first disobedient act was to cum without first receiving her Master's permission. Master's property asked for permission to cum, but was denied each time. Slave was self-centered and was thinking of her own pleasure rather than the pleasure her Master was receiving as he used his property. For this disobedient act Master's slave is to be punished."
"Excellent, and there was also a second disobedient act. Please tell my guests of this violation of the rules and why you are to be punished."
"Master's slave was told she could not speak without permission. Master's slave was overcome with anxiety thinking someone was about to rape her and cause her harm. It was because of this unreasonable fear slave spoke without permission seeking her Master's comforting reassurance. Slave knew her Master would not allow his property to be damaged or harmed and his slave should have known he would protect that which was his. For this transgression, Master's slave is to receive corrective discipline."
"In a few minutes we will retire to the theater where Erica is going to entertain us. Her discipline will be administered in two parts. The first will be administered here with the second part being administered in the theater. After her discipline has been administered, she will entertain us the remainder of the evening in the area of the theater. We will begin the first phase of punishment now. Slave, stand next to me and bend over at the waist allowing Elizabeth to secure your hands with her own."
I moved and did as Master commanded. "This morning after the lapse in her ability to follow the rules, I prepared a surprise for her. Is anyone familiar with Figging?"
I had no idea what figging was and apparently neither did anyone else. "Tonight we are going to observe our little slave experience an ancient punishment dating all the way back to ancient Greece. Historically this punishment was reserved for women, but today it is practiced on both men and women. We first start with a hand of Ginger. I skinned a root this afternoon. I then carved it into the shape of a human penis. Removing the skin exposes the oils of the ginger that are otherwise protected. The secret of the punishment lies in these oils. With a female subject, the penis shaped root can be inserted in either the vagina or the ass. A particularly painful administration of the ginger oils is to insert a small sliver in the female ureter."
"For the first few minutes the oil will begin to do its magic by, shall we say, heating things up. After about three or four minutes the oils of the root will be causing an intense burning in the orifice into which it was inserted. The victim can't help but to clamp down on the ginger with the muscles of the vagina or anus. This squeezing of the muscles causes additional oil to be squeezed from the plant and onto the skin causing an increasing burning sensation. The intensity of the effect will build and then start to taper off after about 30 minutes. If desired the root can be replaced by a second root to continue the punishment. Since none of us have seen this punishment before, I think this will be an educational experience for all of us, including my cute little slave."
"As you were able to see my little slave is wearing a pretty plug in her ass this evening. Unfortunately it was necessary to install her plug without the use of lubrication. Normally I would afford her the comfort of some lubrication, but the lubrication would have blocked the effects of the oils in the ginger. It is for this reason she had to endure the painful insertion of her pretty plug without lubrication in order that we could learn about frigging and enjoy her demonstration for us of the effects of the ginger."
As I stood here bent at the waist with my ass pointing to the guests, Elizabeth was holding my hands together behind my back preventing me from toughing myself. I heard Master call into the kitchen, "Mary, please bring me the ginger root we prepared earlier today."
My mind was spinning. Based on what he had just said, how was I going to be able to endure this? I looked into Elizabeth's eyes as she shushed me and tried to comfort me saying, "Just relax, it will be okay. You can do this." I felt her other hand stroking my ass tenderly, apparently trying to calm me. It was not working very well.
I heard Mary coming from behind me and turned to look. I heard Master say, "Turn back around slave!" I was startled and did as he said and I found myself again looking into the friendly eyes of Elizabeth.
"Mary, hand me the root." I could hear some rustling and then, "As you can see this is a rather large piece of the plant. As I explained I have peeled the skin of the root, exposing the inner part of the root. You can see the oils glistening on the surface of the plant. I will insert it in my slave's ass in just a moment. Please watch closely as the oil in the root has its effect on my beautiful little slave. Her ass is going to feel like someone is taking a blow torch to it, but in reality she will be unharmed."
"I first need to remove her decorations." I felt Master grab the base of the plug Mary had inserted in me earlier. He pulled it from my rectum. What was painful being inserted without lubrication was equally painful being removed.
"Now that the plug is out, I will now insert the root in her tight little ass. Elizabeth, hold her hands tightly as I do this. She will likely resist as I'm certain she is not going to like this."
I felt the intrusion of the cold piece of vegetation. The pain and feeling of emptiness from the removal of the plug, was soon replaced as he inserted the carved root into the same hole the butt plug had been removed from. Rest assured if anyone wishes to use her cute ass later this evening, we will have some lubrication on hand so entering her tight ass will not cause abrasions on your cock. I suggest if you are going to use her ass that you use a condom. We certainly would not want you to get any of this oil on your cock. Once you see how she reacts you will understand this much better."
After he put the root in me there was nothing, in the way of the pain, as I was expecting. At first there was nothing but the feeling of fullness I feel when a cock is inserted in my ass, only the ginger root was much smaller than a real cock. I heard Master speak. "The root is lodged in her and a groove has been carved around the root to give her sphincter something to grip onto. This groove will prevent her from pushing it out of her body. As the oils begin to do their job, her sphincter will grip the plant very tightly."
There was silence as Elizabeth held my arms and everyone waited. "Now, watch closely and notice the changes in her behavior as the oil starts to attack her sensitive flesh. As the oil comes into contact with her skin and inside her colon you will see the effects begin. Remember as her muscles clinch down on the root, which is almost impossible to prevent, more oil will be squeezed from the plant causing the pain to escalate. The pain is very real and I have been told is quite remarkable to witness."
As I laid there across the table with Elizabeth holding my hands, I began to feel my ass beginning to heat up. The heat was building fairly rapidly. As I looked at Elizabeth tears started to form in my eyes and then spill down my cheeks. Elizabeth held me tight and kept giving me assurances that I could do this and it would be okay. I could feel her continue to gently stroke my ass as I heard her tell Master, "Simon she has tears in her eyes. It is starting to work on her."
"Excellent!" Speaking to the guests he said, "Elizabeth said it appears my slave is beginning to feel the effects of the oil."
I was not so sure I could endure this, but I remembered Master said there would be no permanent damage to me from the punishment.
At first it was just the fullness of the root. Gradually my ass started to warm. He must have been giving Elizabeth signals because she squeezed my hands and gave me a long loving kiss. As the kiss continued I started squirming and she tightened her grip on my hands. When she broke the kiss and I was in full blown pain as the intensity of the root felt like it was acid eating away at my rectum. I was wiggling my ass trying to dislodge it from my body as everyone watched me.
"If you would like to come see her ass clinching down on the root, please feel free to come see. You can observe her body trying to expel the root, but her attempts to be free of the intruder are only causing more oil to be squeezed from the plant."
By now I was in full on pain. I felt like a blow torch applied on my ass would have been more pleasant. I would have preferred a hot branding iron be placed against my tender skin. "Master please take it out. I'm sorry Master. Please I will never disobey you again. Please Master, I will do anything you ask, just please take it out of me." I moaned knowing none of my pleas would work, none that's except to use my safe word and stop the fantasy. I was determined never to stop this fantasy. "Master you are hurting me. Please stop the fire in me. Please Master, please."
I was crying my eyes out and could see Elizabeth crying as well.
"Master, please your slave has learned her lesson, please stop the fire. I will be a good slave, I will make you feel so good, please Master, please stop the pain, please Master."
I heard him talking to the group as he said, "You see how intense a simple root can be. Elizabeth bring Erica along and we will go to the theater. If she makes the journey without further vocal pleas for mercy, the root will be removed when we get there."
Through my pain and crying, I heard Mrs. Smelling come over to Elizabeth asking if she could help moving me to the theater. The women draped one of my arms over each of their shoulders and helped me walk. Mrs. Smelling said, "Dear, you can cry but please don't say anything. My husband and Eric are enjoying your pain. Your Master wants to stop it, but is determined to teach you a lesson. If you don't say anything your Master will take the root out when we get to the theater."
Through the haze of pain I was trying to remember how far it was to the theater. I had been there on my afternoon exploration but could not remember the distance.
It seemed like a hundred miles as we walked to the theater, but actually took less than 5 minutes to complete the journey. The ladies laid me down on the floor as I cried pulling my knees to my chest trying to stop the pain. I felt my Master's hand on my hip and felt his other hand between my ass cheeks. I then felt him withdrawing the root from me. After it was out the burning was still there, but much less intense and slowly fading.
Master stroked me and tried to comfort me. I cried for a while longer and then was able to compose myself. With his help I stood and faced the crowd. Elizabeth walked up to me and with a tissue began to clean the tear streaks from my face. Her touch was so kind. Again I could see the damage to her makeup for the tears she had shed for me. It was nice to know she actually cared about me. I could hear everyone applaud. Were they applauding me for enduring the pain or was it because they enjoyed the show? I honestly think the women were applauding for one reason and the men for the other.
"There, there little one. Just relax. You are much better now. You did remarkably well." I expected this from my Master, but instead I was getting these comforting words from his sister.
I heard Master's voice again. "That was the first and most painful of the punishments my slave will be forced to endure. However, we all know there were two violations of the rules. I will allow you to vote on the implement of her torment for her discipline with regard to her second violation of the rules."
"Your choices are a naked over the knee spanking with each of you giving her ten spanks with your hand or a paddle, but not a combination of both. The paddle hurts more, but if you would like to feel her soft flesh and feel the silky smoothness of her between spanks, bare handed is the only way." Giving them time to think on this he continued, "The second punishment choice is five lashes from each of you using a soft cat of nine tails on her ass. The last option is the use of a second hand of ginger I have carved and ready to be placed in her cunt. Which will it be?"
I almost screamed when he gave the third option. There was no way I could endure one of those things in my pussy.
"Those for the naked over the knee spanking, raise your hands." Mr. Smelling and both women raised their hand. "Okay, spanking it will be." Which of you wish to use your bare hand?" All four raised their hands.
"I see, you all want to play with my slave." Smiling he said, "You are all just a bunch of perverted slave molesters." Everyone laughed.
Master asked, "Who would like to be first to put the first hand print on that cute little ass?"
I heard Eric announce, "I want to have that unblemished ass first." Then I heard Elizabeth's voice. "Simon, do you mind if Lisa and I take Erica to the ladies room and clean her up a little before we begin her second punishment?"
"Sounds good, Liz. I appreciate you ladies taking care of her. The men will wait here, but please don't be too long. We have a long night ahead of us and everyone wants to sample my slave."
"Sure thing. Lisa, do you mind helping me get Erica ready?"
"Not at all, I would love to help."
I heard Elizabeth lean over and quietly say, "Come with Lisa and me. We will get those tears cleaned up and help wash away some of that oil from the root." I was very thankful as I rose and followed these two women out of the theater room and down a hall to a large bathroom.
Once inside, I heard Elizabeth talking. "Lisa, you and I need to go last. The men will get their pound of ass flesh and we can take it a little easier on her by being the last two in line. Simon and the others will be watching, so we will need to spank her ass, but we don't have to spank her as hard as the men."
"I like that plan. The poor little dear had it pretty bad with that root in her ass, and she really does eat pussy well. I had a marvelous orgasm and appreciated the fact the table cloth was covering my lap. I think I almost drowned the poor little thing."
I listened as they talked about me as if I was not there. Their plan to lessen the severity of my punishment was music to my ears.
"Okay, dear. Get that cute ass over here and let us try to clean any remaining oil off and out of you. Liz if you will clean her ass, I will take care of her face and hair." Ordinarily having a stranger get so intimate with my ass would have been embarrassing, but in this situation I was happy to feel the cool cloth Elizabeth had put soap and water on, touch me and gently scrub me. She gently pushed the cloth past my sphincter to clean just inside my ass where the root had been squeezed by my muscles.
As I was enjoying Elizabeth's touch I heard, "Look at me, Hon. Let me clean up your makeup. We need to get those mascara tear lines off your face." Lisa worked scrubbing my face to wash away the dark mascara lines.
"We don't have your makeup, but I do have mine and I think we can do a decent joy of repairing your makeup. I'm so jealous of you. It is obvious you are so pretty you don't need a lot of makeup, so you should be fine," were Lisa's encouraging remarks.
I heard Elizabeth ask, "Does that feel better honey? You are a little red where the ginger oil irritated your anus, but otherwise you look to be in pretty good shape. That ginger root must have been horrible. I had never head of "figging" before this evening, had you Lisa?"
"No, never. The poor dear handled it very well. I don't believe I could have endured it as well as you did. I wonder where Simon heard about doing that."
"Thank you ma'am. Thanks to both of you, you both are so kind."
"Think nothing of it. We females have to stick together and look out for each other," I heard Elizabeth say. "Honey while we are at it, I don't know if it will help, but I'm going to rub some hand cream on your butt cheeks. It can't hurt and maybe it will help with this next punishment. Afterwards I will try to get Simon to allow us to bring you back in here and I will put more on. It should help take away the sting and reduce the redness. Honey, I know my brother well enough to know he is totally smitten by you. He is a kind man and this is just a game to him. I don't know if you realize it, but I can tell he is developing some very strong feelings for you. It is so surprising for it to happen this quick. It must be your submissiveness that he loves so much. Remember these men love to be in control. I know you have learned it long ago, but we need to act a little. During these spankings you are going to get, I know it is going to hurt like hell, but you need to really get into the crying and pleading as you are being spanked. The guys will eat that up. For some reason they get off on inflicting pain on a female and the more submissive she is the better they like it. They are not into hurting anyone seriously, but they do like some erotic pain."
"Lisa and I will try to take it easy, but we will have to spank you with some vigor, otherwise the men will take you from us and do our swats themselves, and you certainly don't want that. Cry all you want, I know we will be able to get you back and clean you up. Knowing my brother and Mr. Smelling, I'm sure you will get some pleasure out of this because they are going to be molesting you with their hands in between swats. Something tells me you like that kind of treatment." I had to smile and she saw her assumption was correct.
"My brothers are quite different, but in many ways they are a lot alike. Eric may seem like an ass, but he really is as kind as Simon. I believe when it comes to you, he may be a little jealous of his older brother. Now that I mention it, I'm jealous of my brother! He got himself quite a hot little fox for a sex slave." She laughed at this last statement and it did help to lighten the mood and make us all seem more like sisters.
Elizabeth asked, "Everyone ready for the next part of this fun?" Lisa and I both laughed. I said, "Let's get this show on the road and allow me to pay the price for my misdeeds as I entertain these men with my pain."
Elizabeth said, "Honey, make no mistake about it. You are not just entertaining the men. I'm loving this, but Lisa and I are a little bit nicer about it." Lisa and Elizabeth gave each other a high five and looked at me like predators.
"Okay, I can't say I didn't ask for this. Ladies, please lead me to the gallows so I can pay my debt to society for my misdeeds."
They both laughed and Lisa said, "Keep your chin up Honey. This will be fun. Maybe more so for some than for others."
Following these wonderful women, we went back to the theater. I felt like I shared a kindred spirit with the ladies.
As we entered the theater I heard Master, "Erica, you look much better. Thank you Liz and Lisa. I'm sorry to say it is time for Erica to learn her lesson for her second transgression."
"Eric. You said you wanted to be first. Come have a seat in this chair, but before doing so, I think the men will find this a little more comfortable if you remove your pants and underwear before you punish my slave. Her naked flesh against you will feel really nice."
Both men agreed and quickly removed their pants and boxer shorts. "Have a seat Eric. Erica, you will lie on your tummy across Eric's lap as he administers his portion of your punishment."
I looked at Eric sitting in the chair and could see his cock was hard and sticking up from between his legs. I knew it would be touching me during the spanking and was actually looking forward to feeling his hardness against me. It always gives me a sense of pride when I'm around a man and he has an erection. It makes me feel desirable knowing I'm turning him on.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, and Erica, for this punishment we must have rules. After all a slave's life is governed by the rules she much abide by. Erica, I need you to listen carefully. You need to pay close attention to what I'm about to say, otherwise your punishment will be worse than planned. First, for your hands. You may place your hands on the floor in front of yourself to steady yourself so you do not fall off Eric's lap, or that of any of the others who will be delivering your punishment. If you don't want to put them on the floor, you can lock them behind your back, or if you prefer you may do anything with them except try to avoid your punishment which includes using them to cover your bottom. If you forget, each time you try to cover yourself, one extra swat will be added to your punishment and will be administered by the person administering your punishment at the time of your failure to follow the rules. You also have the option of having your arms secured behind your back so you will not be tempted to protect your bottom from punishment. The second rule is more for your benefit than ours. To help us and keep track of your swats, you will count each swat and thank the person giving you the swat. After all, these kind people are taking time away from the party we have planned this evening in your honor to help you learn not to break the rules. I believe that dedication to your education as my slave deserves your thanks. Don't you agree?"
"Yes Master."
"If you should forget to announce the current count, the swat will be as if it never happened and will not count. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master, I understand."
"I will permit you to choose how you want your hands. Do you wish for them to be bound or do you trust yourself to be able to keep your hands away from your bottom?"
"Master, I do not know if I can keep my hands from protecting my bottom. Can I please have my arms bound?"
"Of course you may. Elizabeth will you bring me those two lengths of rope at the back of the room? Dear, please fold your arms behind your back and grasp the opposite elbow." I did as Master instructed and felt him wrap the rope around my wrist and forearm of the opposite arm. He did this on both sides tying off the ropes tightly.
This had the effect of thrusting my breasts out and something I had not considered, it also prevented me from protecting my breasts as well as my ass.
"That should take care of everything. My slave appears to be ready to receive her punishment."
Master looked at me and lifted my chin to look at him. "If you abide by the rules, you will receive forty swats. The swats may be delivered only to your backside from just below your waist to mid-thigh." He then turned me toward the others in the room and pulled me back against his chest. Holding a breast in each hand kneading my flesh as he spoke he said, "As we discussed earlier, there is no time limit on this and you are free to take time between your punishment swats to explore my little pet's body with your hands. You may not make her turn onto her back or make her stand up. Any exploration of her body must be done with your hands, only and while she is in position across your lap on her tummy. Once your final swat has been delivered, you will help her rise from your lap as she waits for the next person to take his or her place in the seat. If you are comfortable exposed, you are welcome to remain that way or if you prefer to put your clothes back on please do so. Who will be administering my pet's second round of swats?"
"I would like to get a chance at that pretty little thing, if nobody minds," was spoken by Mr. Smelling.
"Sounds good, Harry will go after Eric. Erica put your tummy across my brother's lap giving him full access to that cute little ass of yours." He looked at the others and said, "Her ass is even prettier when it is glowing red. I know from when she was spanked last night and this morning. It is absolutely delicious when cherry red. If I do see any blistering or ruptures in her skin, I will stop the punishment immediately. There is to be no serious injury of her body."
Master turned me around and lifted my chin again to look at him. "Prepare yourself to learn this important lesson. Please remember the rules I outlined. Do you need any reminders or have any questions?"
"No Sir, Thank you Sir."
"Eric, you may begin when you are ready."
I lay across Eric's lap waiting for the first stinging blow. Would Eric be vicious or kind? Just before I laid on his lap, he pushed his cock forward between his legs. This made it pull up against my tummy when I lay across his lap. He was very hard and it did feel good. I felt his fingers slip between my cheeks and brush over my anus on his way to my pussy. He slipped the tip of his finger between my lips to most likely check my level of arousal. I was pretty sure my fear had dried me up, but was not absolutely positive because this was very arousing. In the end it really did not matter, I was going to get my ass spanked and I feared the spanking, at least from the men, was going to be very painful. Eric removed his hand and I felt his body jerk as he put all his strength behind getting his arm moving toward my ass.
It was strange as I heard the sound of his hand striking my flesh a split second before I felt the burning sting. My cheeks were on fire! He hit me much harder than I expected. I started crying forgetting about the people sitting in the plush soft theater chairs watching my naked body being punished. It seemed like an instant then I heard what I never wanted to hear. "Erica, are you okay?"
"Yes Master."
"Did you forget your instructions?"
"Master, I'm sorry, I was startled by the pain of the spank."
"That's okay. Everyone forgets from time to time. We are all human. We will just have Eric repeat that and play like it was just a warm up."
"Yes, Master," I said as I started to cry, not from the pain, but from the fact I had just added one more swat to the total I would receive.
"Eric, please administer Erica's first punishment swat when ready."
"It will be my pleasure big brother."
This time he did not wait long as I again felt the jerk in his body and then the pain. I screamed and said, "One, Thank you Sir."
"Much better. I knew this would be beneficial and help you learn," Master said as I recovered.
I felt Eric's hand stroking the spot he had spanked. "That really does heat up female flesh nicely. She has such soft skin. She really does have a beautiful ass and you were right. It looks much more sexy with a nice red glow."
Again I felt the tell-tale jerk of his body followed by the fire on my flesh. "Two, Thank you Master." This time his hand had landed on my left thigh, closest to him, just below my ass cheek.
His hand slipped between my thighs and pulled them apart as much as he could in this position. It seemed like his cock was getting harder and poking harder into the softness of my tummy.
Another severe stinging blow this time in the same spot on my opposite thigh. "Three, thank you Sir."
"Erica, I do wonder why my brother gave you that particular name." Then another and another and soon I heard myself say, "Nine, thank you sir." My bottom and the back of my thighs were burning from the ten swats I had received, but only nine counted. I felt Eric take quite a long time as his hand openly fondled and explored me. From what Master had said, I realized once he gave his next swat he would have to release me to Mr. Smelling. Once again I felt this finger on my cunt. As I felt it easily slip in between my lips, I knew I was wet and now he knew it. To increase my embarrassment, he told everyone, "Her cunt is soaking wet. My brother's little slave likes her ass spanked." He held up his fingers and then showed me the reflection of the lights off my juices coating his fingers. "I need my fingers cleaned so I can continue your lesson." He pushed his fingers into my mouth without even saying anything. I cleaned my juices from his fingers with my tongue. When he pulled his fingers out of my mouth I felt him reach under me as he found one of my nipples. He pinched hard and I let out a loud scream. "Oh my, it seems that her nipples are quite sensitive."
That seemed to satisfy him as he adjusted himself on the chair and delivered the last of his swats. This one was the most severe. "Ten, thank you sir."
"You are welcome, it has been my pleasure to help teach you your lessons." Placing his hand under me and gripping a breast he gently lifted me off his lap. As I stood I could see his glans was wet as was the area on my tummy where his cock had been poking me for the last several minutes. With my arms bound I could not wipe it off and chose to not even acknowledge the moisture of his pre-cum was even on me.
Eric stood up and gave me a hug. "Sorry honey, did not intend on being so severe, but you are such a hot sexy little thing, I got a little carried away. I hope we can have more fun before Simon has to return you." He gave me a tender kiss on the cheek. I thought to myself, maybe he really is not such a bad guy after all then he leaned in close and whispered into my ear so only I could hear him say, "Bitch, you should have been more cooperative earlier."
I didn't say anything and tried to not react to what he said, but when I looked up I could tell Elizabeth knew something had been said that upset me. She glared at Eric, but didn't say anything. I don't think he knew she was suspicious. I heard her say, "Simon, hold on a second. I need to check and make sure Erica is okay. It will take just a second."
She didn't wait for Simon to give her permission as she stood up and headed directly to me. Lisa sat in her seat and didn't say anything or move. My arms were still bound behind me as she took hole of my bicep and said, "Come with me, I need to check you and make sure there isn't any damage."
I let her lead me out of the room as everyone just sat and watched, not knowing what to say. Once down the hall to the bathroom we had used before she waited until the door closed and said, "What the fuck did Eric say?"
"It was nothing. He just told me he enjoyed spanking my ass."
Elizabeth locked her eyes on mine. I could not look her in the eye and looked down to the floor. In the deafening silence we heard a knock on the door. Neither of us said anything. The knock turned into a pounding followed by Master's voice, "Elizabeth, is everything okay?"
She kept looking at me as she said, "Just a sec Simon." She never took her eyes off me and asked, "I'm trying to protect you here. I will ask you one more time, did Eric threaten you or say anything about what happened earlier today between the two of you?"
"Mistress, I appreciate what you are trying to do, but honestly it was nothing. I put myself in this position and I can handle this. If things get out of control I have my safe word to stop it."
"Elizabeth, Erica, open this door, NOW!"
"Simon, just give me a minute. I'm almost finished." Looking back at me she asked, "Okay sweetie. But I'm watching and I will stop this whole thing if I don't like what I'm seeing. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes Mistress."
"You don't need to call me Mistress."
"Yes ma'am I do. I'm your brother's slave."
She paused and stood looking at me. "You really are something. You are so fuckin sexy and so frustrating at the same time. Just remember, I'm watching and if anything happens you just give me the look and I will take matters into my own hands. If I have to, I will stop the fantasy, but will try to get it under control for your sake if I can do so without stopping the fun for you and Simon. Okay?"
"Yes Mistress. Thank you."
She took hold of my arm and said, "Okay sweetie, let's go get your ass spanked."
As we exited the bathroom Master was standing there looking at us. "Simon, she is okay. I thought Eric may have hurt her seriously, and I just wanted some privacy to check her. I checked her and she appears to be okay."
I'm not sure he believe her, but there wasn't much he could say at that point. We went back into the theater and saw Mr. Smelling sitting in the chair waiting for me. Elizabeth led me to the chair where Mr. Smelling patted his naked lap indicating he wanted me to lay on it. I looked and saw his cock was semi-hard. I figured it was because he was older, but thought it will likely be standing tall when he is finished with me. Since I didn't have the use of my arms to lower myself onto his lap, Mr. Smelling reached up wrapping his fingers around my right breast and put his other hand behind my knees. This allowed him to control my body as I leaned over him and lowered my body across his lap.
"Okay, that was very instructive, thanks Eric. I'm sure my little sex slave learned quite a bit from your instruction. It is now Harry's turn to see if he can reinforce the lesson Eric began. Harry, you may begin."
There was no preliminary warm up, Master had hardly finished giving Mr. Smelling permission to begin when I felt the first stinging blow. "Eleven, thank you sir."
After getting his first taste of his hand impacting my tender flesh, I felt his hand begin to wander. I was appreciative of Master allowing them to feel me up because it gave me some time to recover from the pain. In addition, the touch of their hands on my flesh did feel good. The fact they found pleasure in feeling my body made me proud of my body.
I felt him remove his hand from my cunt and prepared myself for the next blow, but instead felt his fingers on my nipple and almost instantly felt a hard pinch and pull on my nipple. I screamed as it felt he was trying to rip my nipple from my tit.
Over my pain I heard Lisa yell, "Harry, you release her tit this instant! The poor girl is only supposed to get a spanking, not get her nipples torn off. You can do that to my tits, but you leave hers alone!"
"I know Babe, but they are so soft and tempting. You know how much I love tits."
"Yes, and you have mine to play with anytime you want. Get on with this young girl's punishment so we can have some fun."
"Yes, dear."
I was thankful of Lisa's intervention, but the impact of his hand on my ass brought be back to my present situation. "Fourteen, thank you sir." After thanking him I felt the undeniable swelling of his cock against my tummy. Only six more to go and then the women will get their turn. I was very hopeful my time with them would be more pleasurable and less painful.
"Fifteen, thank you sir."
"Sixteen, thank you sir."
"Seventeen, thank you sir."
My ass was on fire. Mr. Smelling had given me three hard spanks in a row. My ass was really hurting, but I could also feel him breathing hard from the exertion. Maybe he would just enjoy touching me and catch his breath. I felt his hand on the move down my body. His finger dipped into my cunt. What was he doing? Then I realized his goal, with his finger lubricated with my pussy juice, I felt it touch my anus. The pressure I felt made it clear he was going exploring. He seemed to be intrigued with this new fuck hole he had discovered. After what I had been through I was sore, but he was not cruel like he had been with my nipple. Maybe his wife's scolding had been effective.
I felt him wiggle his finger around inside me and then he pulled his finger out. Like I had been required several times in the past 24 hours with my pussy juice, Mr. Smelling put his finger to my lips for me to open my mouth and clean. Thanks to Mary's delight in giving me enemas, I knew I was clean, so in my desire to make these people have an enjoyable evening, I parted my lips and used my tongue to clean his finger. It was more of a mind thing that it was actually cleaning anything from his finger, but as I was doing this I felt his cock get harder and he was pushing it into my tummy.
Upon pulling his finger out, I felt the unmistakable jerk as his body was building the momentum to try and force his hand all the way through my ass with his eighth spank to my ass.
"Eighteen, thank you sir."
Very little time lapsed and I felt the same intensity of the next spank on my right thigh.
"Nineteen, thank you Sir."
His hand was on the move again and I felt it go directly to my ass without the kindness of getting it wet first. The dry finger entering me was not comfortable, but with everything that had been recently done to my ass, it was not actually pleasurable. This time he seemed to push it into me further and was enjoying his journey into my ass. He pulled his finger out and did not surprise me when I felt it on my lips. Opening my mouth I sucked it in and gave him the arousal he was getting from doing this. Only one more and he is finished, I thought to myself.
This last one from Mr. Smelling was one to remember. There was no doubt he was going to get his best swing and it was a strong one to the top of my other thigh. I knew his turn was done and breathed a sigh of relief. Then it happened.
"Little one, did you happen to forget to count and thank Mr. Smelling?"
Oh, SHIT! "Yes Master. I'm very sorry."
"Harry I hope you saved a little something for another reminder for our forgetful little slave."
"I think I can summon up another one just for her." I heard him laugh, but something only Mr. Smelling and I knew, was his cock jumped when he realized he was going to get another swing at my ass.
How could I forget? Why was I unable to remember? This was just causing me to give these men more opportunities to harden their cocks at my expense. Then it happened, square on the center of my ass came the last blow from this very aroused gentleman friend of my Master.
"Twenty, thank you sir."
As I stood up I was wondering what my ass looked like. I certainly knew what it felt like -- it was on fire. On top of it all, I was only half way through this punishment.
"Ladies, your turn," Master said to the women. "Who would like to go first?" I heard Elizabeth say, "Simon if it is all the same to you, I would like to give her the last set of ten."
"Lisa, if that's okay with you I certainly have no objections. My slave just needs to complete her punishment so she can learn her lessons. It does not matter to me in what order she receives her punishment."
I watched as Lisa and Elizabeth exchanged conspiratorial smiles and Lisa walked to the front of the theater. I could not help but wonder what it was they were not saying.
"Lisa, if you would like to disrobe first, that's up to you, but you do not have to. I thought the men would be more comfortable with their hard cocks free rather being confined in their pants. It is also much more pleasurable to have your cock against my slave's skin than confined in trousers."
"I think I will remain clothed. I know firsthand how much more embarrassing to be the only one in the room without clothes and the darling is such a pretty little thing, I believe a whole body blush from her embarrassment can only add to her beauty."
"Very well, have a seat. Erica, lay across Mrs. Smelling's lap, prepare yourself for Mrs. Smelling's continuation of your corrective discipline. Remember Erica, you must keep track of the swats."
When she was situated, Mrs. Smelling patted her lap saying, "Right here Honey." She helped me lay my tummy on her lap similar to how her husband had done. Her nylon encased legs felt so nice against my skin. I felt her soft hand on my bottom and heard her say to nobody in particular, "Her bottom is really hot. You men really laid into her with those swats."
"Sweetie, just relax while I check your pussy. I want to confirm for myself how much you are enjoying this." I felt her right hand holding my bound arms as she slipped two fingers from her left hand into me, which was soon joined by a third and then a fourth finger. My pussy was stretched around her fingers. I felt her withdraw her hand leaving me feeling empty. She lifted her fingers to her nose smelling the aroma of my cunt. Rather than have me clean her fingers, she put them in her own mouth one at a time and licked my juices from her hand. All the while she kept saying how delicious I tasted.
I was beaming with pride hearing her compliment me in this manner. I was thinking about her compliments and was not thinking about being naked in front of these people all of whom had been complete strangers just a few short hours ago. Then it happened as I felt the first swat from Mrs. Smelling. It stung like hell, but was not near as bad as those from the men.
"One, thank you Mistress."
"You are very welcome dear. Your ass is so cute and adorable. I don't know how you keep it so firm."
Next she picked up the pace and gave me five in a row with just enough time between them to allow me to announce the count and thank her.
A pause in the action was appreciated as she started exploring my body with her hands. At one end her left hand was gripping me between my legs. With her right hand she was squeezing my tit very firmly. Her left hand released the grip on my pussy and began to gently caress my body from my waist to my knees. The pressure her hand was exerting on my tit was substantial and she gave no indication of letting up. She demonstrated a strong grip I would not have expected from a woman. Her grip was almost tighter than her husband's. Evidently both she and Mr. Smelling were both into tits. While still holding my tit very tight, I felt a swat to my upper thighs. "Seven, thank you, Mistress."
I had learned this evening that a spank to the thighs is much more painful than to my ass cheeks. I guess because there is more fat and padding to absorb the force of the blow on the ass. I liked the feeling of having my tit squeezed hard while receiving my spanking. For some reason it made the swat a little less noticeable and it gave my cunt a tingle deep down inside.
It was apparent she was going to take her time with me and enjoy my body. As she was caressing me, I heard her talking to the others, "This little doll is the most exceptional pussy eater I have ever met. I don't know about the blow job you men received, but her ability to eat pussy is without question the best I have ever had, and I'm no stranger to having a woman's tongue on my clit. I normally don't squirt when I cum, but tonight I was afraid I was going to drown the poor little thing. I could easily take her home with me and keep her locked up in a cage next to my bed. I would let her out whenever I needed my cunt eaten. I bet she would be great at cleaning a girl up after a man has had his way. Don't you agree Liz?"
Elizabeth said, "I never thought of that, but I bet you are right. I know she likes a man's cum direct from the source. I bet she would like it even better when mixed with pussy juice from another woman. You could just have her watch a guy fuck you and then she could be used to clean his cock and your own cunt. Probably be better than a douche." Everyone laughed and I suddenly felt another smack to my ass. "Eight, thank you Mistress."
"You are very welcome, Sweetie. I do like your cute little ass. It is so firm and cute not to mention how much fun it is to spank."
"I guess I have had my time with you and I know your Master has plans for you after we finish. Let's get this over with and let Liz have her turn at your ass. I know she is looking forward to her time with you."
With that I felt her hand tightly grip my tit again and gave me two quick blows with just enough time to count and thank her between each.
When finished she released her grip on my tit and helped me rise and stand next to the chair. She stood up, straightened herself, then wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug while patting me on my bottom. As she released her hug she lifted my chin to look into my eyes as she said, "You truly are remarkable." Holding my chin in place she gave me a full passionate open mouth kiss.
My head was spinning. I could still feel the treatment her hand had given my tit and was still hearing her words in my ears. I was right on the verge of what felt like a pending massive orgasm. Being used by these men and women was a huge turn-on for me. I didn't even mind my time with Eric. He was just playing along with the fantasy, or at least that was what I hoped.
My desire to be used is so strong and these people were fueling my need perfectly. The pain I felt from the spankings and the degrading treatment of having me clean fingers that had been in my cunt and even my asshole was something I craved and was the root desire of this fantasy of mine. Being used for their amusement was what was keeping me on the edge of that orgasm I knew would likely get me in trouble. How much longer I would be able to keep from reaching that peak was unknown. The attention I was receiving from these women was something I had not expected to arouse me so much.
While both were confidants and helping me through this punishment, in my current role they were also my superiors and I was a slave. Their use of my body, as they conspired to lessen my punishment, was compassionate while still being very sexually arousing. My cunt was almost gushing with my arousal. Just as all this was running through my mind, I heard Master, as if he could read minds -- maybe he could.
"Slave, you do remember you are still required to request permission to cum? It was the violation of this rule that led to one of these punishments. I feel confidant you don't want me to have Mary bring the second finger of ginger root I have prepared and am ready to use."
I was shocked back to the thought of experiencing that particularly painful torture again.
"No Master. Please."
"I'm going to let you know, the next time you will not only have ginger in your ass, a slice has already been prepared that will be placed in your little clit. I hear the ginger oil is especially effective when applied to a woman's clit. You have such a cute little clit with that piercing in it. I would not want to see you learn the effect it has on that little nub of yours." Pausing for effect he continued, "Do we understand each other?"
"Yes Master, I understand and only wish to serve my Master and his friends. I wish only for my body to be used for the pleasure of Master and his guests."
"Very good. You are such a quick study, little pet. I knew these lessons would be effective in teaching you."
"I believe Elizabeth is ready to give you her attention. With her assistance you will remember your lessons from this evening and not force me to use that other piece of ginger."
"Elizabeth have a seat and let Erica know when you are ready."
"Thank you Simon."
Looking up at me from the chair she patted her lap, "Erica, are you ready to finish your lesson?"
"Yes Mistress." With that Elizabeth gripped my breast and behind my knees helping me to lay across her lap just as Lisa had done."
Immediately I felt her hand on my ass as she tenderly ran her hand across my inflamed skin.
"Sweetie, you have such an adorable ass. It is a shame that it should be used like this to bring you pain, but as you know, sometimes the best lessons learned are the result of tough love. Normally when a parent disciplines a child, the parent feels pain from being harsh with the child. It just occurred to me the last time I spanked a naked butt it was the naked butt of a girl whose name was also Erica. Isn't that funny? Surprisingly, in this case the disciplinarian receives pleasure from causing pain to the person receiving the corrective instruction."
I felt unsteady on her lap, but felt sure she would keep me from falling off onto the floor. Trust is a slave's primary duty. I felt her hand tightly grip my forearms once again as she took control of me preventing me from falling. Her touch was firm and she was surprisingly strong for a woman her size. It was very comforting. As she held me tight to her lap, I felt the first of her ten swats to my ass and thighs. The spank to my ass was not given in a timid manner, but rather was strong renewing the fire in my ass. "One, thank you Mistress."
"You are doing very well. Remember these brief moments of pain are for you to learn from. Reinforcing your lessons with a little pain will make you a better slave as you serve my brother, your Master."
"Thank you, Mistress Elizabeth."
As she continued to hold my arms tight behind my back, I felt her hand roam over my skin, just as everyone else had done. With pride I thought to myself, they can't help themselves from touching my body. I was proud of my body and found comfort and satisfaction in the fact others were receiving pleasure as they touched my body with my Master's permission."
I felt movement in her body and then the painful sting to my left thigh. "Two, thank you Mistress."
"You are very welcome."
Letting go of my arms, she said, "Sweetie, you are safe on my lap. I wish to hold you another way." As she said this, I felt her vise-like grip enclose my tit holding me in place. What was it with these women, this is exactly how Lisa had held me earlier? It was a strange method to hold someone on your lap, but I liked it and evidently they enjoyed holding my breast in this manner.
The next swat hit me directly at the bottom of my ass and was centered between my thighs. It was centered over my anus and cunt. I let out a loud yelp and grimaced as I said, "Three, thank you Mistress."
The fire in my cunt was burning out of control. That spank while not directly on my cunt, was damn close and sent both pain and jolts of pleasure deep into my core.
I felt her hand pull my right thigh toward her. "Open your thighs wider Sweetie. I need better access to that bald little cunt of yours."
I spread them as wide as I could as she kept her viselike grip on my defenseless breast. The pleasure/pain of her grip was intoxicating. As I was concentrating on her hand closed around my breast, I felt her hand as it struck me again in the same location as before. The difference this time was my legs were spread and apart of her hand actually landed on the lips of my cunt.
"Four, thank you Mistress."
"I know that hurt quite a bit, but I'm very proud of you. You are doing an excellent job accepting your punishment."
I felt her fingers play with my clit. At this point I was so confused by my emotions. Was it pain I was feeling, or was it passion for this woman who was abusing me? I was so aroused I was having trouble being able to tell the difference.
"YEOOOOOOWWWW," I screamed as the impact of her hand landed in the exact same spot for the third time in a row.
Panting I said, "Five, thank you Mistress."
This woman had told me she would take it easy on me. She promised that by being last she could be gentle and lessen my pain, but what was going on. The blows she was landing were the most painful of any I had received from any of the guests. Her grip on my tit and her precisely aimed blows had me on the brink of an intense orgasm. I thought to myself, I can't cum. Master has forbidden me to cum without permission. I glanced over and saw Sam and Eric sitting a few feet away, both with their hard cocks in their hands as they were slowly stroking them while they watched Elizabeth deliver my final punishment swats.
Then it came to me what to do. I was just about to say, "Maste..." when I screamed as Elizabeth landed another blow to my cunt. Was I actually spreading my legs further without being commanded to do so in order to give her better access to my cunt? Surely not.
"Mistress, Six. Thank you Mistress."
As she was squeezing and rubbing my cunt I had to get it out before the next blow. "Master, may I please cum?"
"My pretty little slave. You have done so well taking your punishment. You have permission to cum, but only on Liz's last spank. You may cum when you feel the sting, but not one second before."
I was panting fast trying to keep my orgasm from coming too early. "Yes Master, on the last spank from Mistress Elizabeth. Thank you Master."
"Okay honey, we need to make sure you are ready and you cum on number 10." I looked back over my shoulder at her. There was a strange connection between us, like she knew exactly what I needed. I now knew what she was doing. My Mistress knew exactly what she was doing and it was all designed to bring me intense pleasure.
"I do hope I can make this good for you and that you enjoy your orgasmic ride." Again in the same spot came the next three blows.
"Seven, thank you Mistress."
"Eight, thank you Mistress."
"Nine, thank you Mistress."
I was out of my mind and had totally lost control. Her grip on my tit had tightened, if that was possible, but I barely noticed it. I heard Mistress as she said, "Scoot your body back a little and open our legs as wide as you can. This next one will be directly on your cunt."
I did my best to comply. I knew I had to cum on this last spank, or I would have to wait for who knew how long before I would be allowed relief. I felt Mistress loosen her grip on my tit and wondered what she was doing. Just then I felt her fingers take the nipple of that same tit and clamp down hard while at the same time, her hand came down not across by ass and thighs as before, but directly BETWEEN my thighs with my cunt taking the full force of the impact.
I screamed louder than I have ever screamed at the intense pain I felt in both my cunt and nipple as she viciously twisted and stretched pulling it down and away from my chest. As I was about to pass out from the pain, I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I felt her fingers enter me as my pussy muscles clamped down on her fingers. The spasms or my orgasm were extremely powerful and I felt my cunt gushing what felt like gallons of cum soaking my Mistress, her arm and my legs. She released her grip on my nipple about half way through my orgasm. As I regained my sense of awareness I said, "Mistress that was ten. Thank you so much for helping me with my lesson, Mistress. Thank you!"
"Sweetie, you are a very good slave. I'm so happy for my brother for having found you. Come sit on my lap and let me hug you as you regain your senses." She helped me to rise and sit on her lap. As she held me on her lap, wrapping her arms around my nudity hugging me tightly to her body I could hear the applause from the others in the room. My arms were still bound behind my back as I enjoyed Mistress Elizabeth's tight embrace. I looked around and saw Mary standing at the back of the theater with a big smile on her face as she was applauding along with the others.
After a few minutes of just enjoying the embrace of Mistress Elizabeth, Master came over and lifted me off the floor into his arms. He stared into my eyes and without saying anything as he held me with one arm around my back and the other under my knees, he kissed me in not a passionate kiss, but more like a kiss I can only describe as the kiss of a lover. I laid my head on his shoulder. At this point he could have done anything to me. I was putty in his hands and wanted nothing more than to bring continuous pleasure to this man for the rest of his life.
I could not shake his concern that kept eating at me regarding Kristie's safety. After all this was a complex fantasy I had arranged for my wife, and this was longer in duration than any of her fantasies I had previously arranged for her birthday. I understood George and Stan vouched for the guy who won Kristie in the auction. His name is Simon Cole, but I was still worried about her being in her current situation with a man neither of us had ever met before last night. I was deep in thought when I looked up and saw my secretary's ultra-sexy nude body emerge from the kitchen carrying two glasses of wine.
Knowing full well she was, I teased Erica by asking, "Young lady, are you old enough to legally drink alcohol?"
Acting the part of a school girl, Erica looked shyly to the floor and said, "I don't know about alcohol Mr. Adams, but do you think I'm old enough for you to put your cock in me?"
"Without any doubt you are old enough to fuck. It would be a crime to not fuck a cunt that feels as good as yours."
We both laughed and took a sip of the nice vintage of Riesling Erica had poured. As we devoured each other with our eyes, I touched my glass to Erica's and said, "To a beautiful woman who has been so helpful in getting me through the day." Erica smiled as together we took another sip.
"Erica, you have absolutely worn me out. You have drained my balls and left my cock limp."
"Mr. Adams, I think I can fix the limp cock problem if you will only give me a few minutes to work on it."
"I have no doubt that you are perfectly capable of doing that."
I could not get enough of her. I sat there holding her and caressing her skin. Her skin is so soft to the touch. I was playing with her nipples making them stand at attention. I grinned and dipped a finger in my wine then transferred it to her nipple. I leaned over and sucked Erica's nipple into my mouth. I told her, "This vintage has a much deeper robust taste with a strong hint of pink nipple when consumed in this manner. I do believe I have found my favorite way of drinking wine, but I will have to drink a couple cases like this in order to be sure."
She smiled and said, "Mr. Adams I'm always eager to help you find alternative methods to improve life's little pleasures."
"My dear you are the best secretary I have ever had. You are always willing to do what it takes to make my life so much better. I want you to know I do appreciate your efforts. Maybe you should get a raise."
"The only raise I need right now is a raise of your cock so we can have more fun."
We both laughed, then I got serious and told her, "Honestly Erica, I really don't know what I would have done today had it not been for you. I woke up this morning and could hardly drag myself out of bed. I could not get Kristie off of my mind and if not for you I would have mopped around this house all day doing nothing but think about her. You truly are an angel of mercy with a wonderful sense of duty to your boss."
"Mr. Adams, you never told me why Mrs. Adams is out of town. I thought it was just a business trip or something, but you seem to be really worried about her. If you don't want to talk about it, I understand, but if you need someone to talk to, I'm almost as good a listener as I'm a fuck toy."
I loved her devotion. I gave her a grin and said, "Baby, you are so sweet. The issue with my wife is sort of personal and I just want you to know how much I really do appreciate all you do at the office as well as your exceptional efforts to please me. You go so far above and beyond your obligation to me, your boss, that I find it hard to properly express my feelings for you. I worry because I know we have crossed the line that should exist between boss and employee, but I hope we will be able to work together and keep our relationships, both professional and personal separate and intact."
"That means a lot to me, it really does. I'm so lucky to have stumbled into this position as your personal secretary. To say I love my job is an understatement. As for a raise, that's sweet, but Mr. Adams I don't work for you for the money. Believe me when I say, I'm not joking, my family is filthy rich and I have all the money I will ever need. I work to have something to do. I like working in an office where I can dress and be looked upon as a desirable woman. The icing on the cake is being around and working for you."
"That's nice of you to say. I'm happy to hear you are financially stable. If you don't mind me asking, what does your family do?"
"Actually the money comes from my grandfather who made a fortune as the majority owner and CEO of a large oil company."
"Oh, I see. Who is he, maybe I know him?"
"I doubt that you do. He and my grandmother were killed in an accident several years ago. My mother and her two brothers inherited the family fortune. My Uncle, mom's oldest brother runs the company now. He is a super nice guy, and I love him so much. Since my father died, Uncle Simon has been like a father to me. He has always been there for mom and me. You may have head of my uncle. His name is Simon Cole."
I hope my face did not give away the shock I felt when she told me her Uncle's name. What are the odds her Uncle was most likely fucking Kristie as we sat her talking. I had to find out for sure. "So, your uncle is Simon Cole."
"Yes, do you know him?"
"I'm not sure, but I may have met him once. Can you describe him?"
Erica began describing in detail from head to toe the man I had met Friday evening. The same man who bought my Kristie at the fantasy auction. I was speechless as she talked. Once I heard enough to know without a doubt Erica's Uncle Simon and Kristie's owner were two in the same, my ears shut down and I was not hearing the remainder of what Erica was saying.
"Mr. Adams, Mr. Adams, Mr. Adams, and then finally yelling at me, MR. ADAMS!"
Yelling my name snapped me out of my daze. "Yes, Baby, my mind drifted off. I'm so sorry. You were saying..."
"I was telling you about the house my Uncle lives in. It is nothing short of a mansion, but my mother and uncles don't act like they have a bazillion dollars. My Uncle Eric is okay, but I like my Uncle Simon much better. And besides that, Uncle Simon is a girl's idea of the perfect man. He is so dreamy hot!"
"It is nice you two have such a good relationship and that he is such a nice guy."
"Mom has told me he is a little kinky when it comes to sex, but she says he really loves and respects women. She told me this, but I always thought it was strange because he is not married and I have never seen him have a serious girlfriend. I think he is too busy running the business and doesn't have time for women."
"Some men are like that. They get busy and let the finer pleasures in life slip away, but I bet if you only knew, your Uncle has some secrets of which you are not aware."
"You are probably right. I will share a secret with you, but it has to stay just between us, okay?"
"Sure honey, you know you can talk to me about anything."
"I know it is not right, but I think my mother and Uncle Simon are intimate or at least have been in the past."
"What makes you say that?"
"My family is a little strange, or so most people would think based on what most people consider normal."
"Go on..."
"You know this morning I told you I had been intimate with women, and with one in particular."
"Yes"
"Please don't think I'm a sick pervert, but..."
"Yes..."
"No, forget it. I'm sorry. I should not have said anything."
"Erica, you have gone this far, get it out or my mind with try to put it together and I would rather know the truth. Besides that, I think I know what you are trying to tell me."
"Okay, but this is so embarrassing to admit to my boss."
"This weekend I believe we have moved far beyond the boss employee relationship, don't you?"
"I guess you are right. Well the woman I have had intimate contact with is the woman who taught me all I know about sex. Like you said, you probably already put it together. That person is my mom."
What she was telling me was as I had surmised, but it was still a bit of a shock. "Erica, I have no right to judge you and wouldn't even if I did. A lot of people have deep dark secrets they don't want others to see. If you want my honest opinion, I will share it with you."
"Yes, please I want to know what you think."
"My view on this is as long as you are both consenting adults, and nobody is getting hurt in the process, society should not have a say in whatever it is that makes both of you happy. Why should whatever happens between you and your mother be of any concern to society?"
"Really? I'm so relieved you see it that way. I was afraid you would find me disgusting when you learned the truth." Smiling she continued, "I will tell you another secret, but this is not near as bad. Since I learned about sex and discovered how much fun cocks can be to play with, I have always had a fantasy that my Uncle Simon would take me in his arms, carry me to his bedroom and put his cock in me. I know it is perverted to want your own uncle to fuck you, but it is a fantasy of mine to feel his cock pump his cum in me. Having his baby would be the ultimate experience, but there are all kinds of complications with that. Just to have him fuck me would be enough. Do you still think I have all my mental faculties?"
"Erica, honey, your fantasy is not an uncommon one. You should know that. If what you say is accurate, your Uncle is a handsome male and has been a strong influence in you and your mother's lives. I think it is perfectly natural for you to have this attraction to him. Has he ever shown any signs he feels the same way toward you?"
"I'm not sure. Mom says he is an affectionate man, so I'm not sure if what I think I have detected is an Uncle's love for his niece or a male's lust to mate with a young fertile female."
Laughing I said, "Dear that's funny the way you explain the two extremes. You do know there is a spot between those two extremes. That's of a man who has such a strong attraction to a woman that he wants to take their relationship to the next level, regardless of their familial relationship. When a man holds a woman he loves in his arms and makes love to her, it is beautiful music. Some men experience their closest connection to a woman when they mark her with cum. It is similar to when a male animal in the wild urinates on bushes and the ground to mark his territory and warn other males of what is his. When a man places his cum deep in a female, he is in essence marking her as his, putting others on notice she belongs to him."
"Okay, I think I understand what you are saying. You mean there is a primal instinct to take and mark in some way that which he considers to belong to him."
"There is also a huge difference between making love and fucking. When a man and woman make love they are sharing the bond of love they have for each other. It is almost always done with a couple who are in love with each other and it is a very tender and intimate moment. It is also very likely your mother and you have experienced this intimacy, but without a cock. Fucking is totally different. This can be a man fucking a woman he pays to have sex with him or a lust filled moment when the need to release sexual energy is the desired outcome. A hard and fast fucking is usually very pleasurable to both the man and woman; however it is seldom an act of love making. Kristie and I make love frequently, but we fuck much more often. Does this make sense?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Good, I'm glad, because sometimes I don't understand it myself."
Looking at her with a menacing scowl, I said, "Innocent little girl, would you like to be fucked?"
In her little girl falsetto voice looking down at the floor and acting shyly she said, "Mister, are you a dirty old man who just wants to put his big nasty thingy in little ole me?"
"Yes dear I'm but I promise it will feel so good."
"Well then, I guess it is okay." She threw her arms around my neck kissing me. I lifted her into my arms and carried her up the stairs to the bed I share with my wife. As I lay her on the bed I could not help but think to myself that I had a strong desire for Kristie to be there right then so share this moment with Erica and me.
Master placed me in a soft chair, after several minutes and several more kisses. I winced in pain as my poor abused bottom touched the seat of the chair. We both laughed. I saw Mistress Elizabeth and Lisa heading my way. They both hugged me and kissed me telling me how well they thought I had done. As promised they told me they wanted to get me cleaned up for the Party. With their help and the help of Mary they escorted me back to the master bedroom where my makeup was located.
They hurried to get my face washed and brush my hair. They applied my makeup and even put some facial power on my ass to mask some of the redness. They put a little rouge on my nipples. I had to admit they did a great job putting me back together. We were about to leave when I saw Mary with the tube of lubricant. Without either of us saying anything I walked to a chair and bent over the back. I looked back and asked, "Can Mistress Elizabeth please lubricate my ass for use by Master's guests?"
Mary smiled and handed the tube to Elizabeth who placed her hand on my back holding me over the chair as I felt Lisa gently spread my ass cheeks holding me open. The cool tip of the tube of lubricant felt good slipping into my ass. She squeezed the tube expelling the cool thick lubricant into my colon. This would make it so the men would not suffer friction burns on their cocks rubbing against my dry rectum as they enjoyed the use of my ass. I wanted them to enjoy using my ass and have an enjoyable evening filing me with their thick man milk.
Mary said, "Mr. Simon wants you to wear something extra." I looked at her with a questioning look on my face. I then saw her go to the duffel bag and open it. She looked in it and I cringed when I saw what she pulled out, it was a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain. "He wants his slave wearing these tonight. We must get these clamped to your nipples."
Elizabeth smiled and said, "Here let me do it." She looked at Lisa and asked, "Would you like to get her nipples hard for me?"
"Sure, I would love to."
Maybe this would not be so bad after all. I felt Mrs. Smelling's fingers on one of my nipples as I watched her mouth close around the other. Soon both were hard little nubs. Proud of her quick effort, she said, "There you go Liz, clamp those hard little nipples and let's get moving."
The clamps closed very tight on each nipple. I was certain the only two ways for them to come off was for someone to have mercy on me and remove them or for someone to pull them off, which I knew would hurt like hell. They certainly were not going to fall off, considering how tight the spring was that held them clamped viciously to my nipples. Mistress Mary inspected the clamps, looped her finger around the chain connecting my nipples and gave a tug. I moaned at the pain. Seemingly satisfied the clamps were secure, she started pulling me out the room by my nipples saying, "We must hurry and get back to the party. Mr. Simon is anxious to show you off."
"Where are my shoes?"
"Here Liz, you take her and I will get her shoes," Mary said. "We need to get moving and get that sweet ass back to the party. Patience is not a virtue of a hard cock and balls full of sperm." Both Elizabeth and Lisa laughed and in unison said, "That's for damn sure!"
We hurried down the hallway with Mistress Elizabeth leading the way pulling me by my nipples. She said, "Honey, I'm so envious of you. You are so sexy and pretty. I wish I had your natural beauty. Your pussy is exactly what I would like mine to look like. The way your lips do not protrude out is perfect. They are so neat and tidy. By the way, where did you get your clit pierced?"
"It was a little shop in San Diego that does tattoos and piercings." Stopping she looked at me and asked, "You live in San Diego?"
"Well not in San Diego, but just outside in the suburbs. You?"
"I sure do. If we can, I would like to keep our friendship after this is all over."
"What exactly is all this about?" asked Lisa. "Harry got a call from Simon and briefly told me about us going to a wild party at Simon's and I was to be horny and wear something nice and very sexy. That's all I knew coming here tonight. I have just been going with the flow."
I was doing my best to keep up with Elizabeth as she hurried back to the theater. She was keeping a pretty strong tension on my nipples. As I was walking fast, I'mswered, "It is my birthday fantasy. My husband arranged it for me."
"Birthday fantasy?" asked Lisa.
"Yes, he sets up one of my fantasies every year for my birthday. This year I was to be put up on an auction block and sold as a sex slave to the highest bidder."
"You have got to be kidding! That's so hot!"
"Yes, it has been quite an experience so far. It is wild, and I have loved every second of it."
"Did they actually have an auction for you?" asked Lisa.
"Yes with an auctioneer and all. An hour beforehand I was put on display for inspection. I was naked, gaged and my hands were bound above me to a pole. I was also wearing a blindfold."
"Oh, how hot is that!! Dear, you will have to give me all the details later. Apparently your husband is okay with all of this?"
"Yes ma'am. He set it all up, but he does not know what specifically is going on, just that I'm with the man who bought me and he knows Master's name."
"I bet he is sitting at home jerking off thinking about you and fantasizing about what might be happening to you."
"Possibly, but I hope not. You see I arranged for his cute little secretary to keep him company. All she knows is I'm away from the house for the weekend and that I expect her to take care of my husband, her boss, for the entire weekend."
"Does she know that you want her to fuck him?"
"Yes ma'am. I told her to do anything he wanted." Just about then we arrived at the theater and entered the room where the men were waiting.
I could hear Master say, "We were beginning to wonder if we were going to have to come looking for an escaped slave."
Lisa said, "Mary, Elizabeth and I had to clean her up, fix her makeup and attach these dreadful and painful clamps to her before returning. Liz has been pulling her by her nipples as fast as we could make the journey, while Liz and I have been learning of this little gal's fantasy and all of this."
"I see," said Master.
"Slave, are you ready for the party to begin?"
"Yes, Master."
"Very well, I intend for you to make sure everyone has a good time, and I know you understand what I mean."
"Yes Master. I will make sure everyone enjoys the party."
"And?"
I thought for a minute to try and figure what else Master wanted me to say, then it occurred to me. "And that they enjoy using me, Sir."
"Excellent! Mary is going to take you and get you ready to help serve us a little snack."
From behind I felt a touch and turned to see Mary. "Come with me dear. We need to get you ready."
"First let me take those off your nipples." She pinched the clamps to open them causing the blood to rush back. This is the worst part about nipple clamps, the pain is extremely intense when they are removed. As I was feeling the pain in my nipples we walked to a room just across the hall from the theater. There was a long table like what you would see in a meeting room. Mary pointed at the table saying, "You need to climb up on the table and lay on you back."
I did as instructed. "Okay, now put your hands over your head and I will secure your arms." I placed my hands above my head and felt Mary tie them together and I felt her tugging on the rope. A couple minutes later I saw her again and realized I could not move my arms. She had tied them over my head, giving anyone who wanted to touch, pinch or otherwise molest me, full access. She was not finished with me yet.
"Quick, I need to secure your legs." She retrieved a short bar that had what appeared to be two white leather cuffs on each end. "I'm going to put this on your ankles. It will spread your legs keeping them open."
I could feel Mary working as I felt the leather cuffs being wrapped around each of my ankles. I felt her doing something with the bar then it must have had some way of being lengthened as my ankles were forced wide apart. When she was finished my legs were spread and I could not move them together or lift them. She had evidently tied the bar to the other end of the table. I saw her leave the room. She was gone for two or three minutes then she returned. I could rotate my head and see to the side of the table. I saw that Mary was pushing a cart. It appeared to be a food serving cart and was loaded with bowls and platters containing various foods.
Looking at me she said, "Dear, you are going to serve at the buffet table for Master and his guests. Once I have finished placing the food on your body, Mr. Simon and his guests will come in and snack from the foods on your body."
"Now open your mouth very wide and lift your head, so I can fasten this buckle. In her hand she had what looked like a bright red ball with straps extending from each side. She put it against my open mouth and told me to open wider. My jaws were opened as far as I could get them. She put the ball against my teeth and pushed. The ball flexed and lodged behind my teeth. She then buckled the leather straps behind my neck. I would not have to worry about talking out of turn. I was not going to be able to say a word.
I realized one consolation of being the banquet table was nobody would be spanking or fucking me for a while.
I felt the food being placed directly on my skin. Mary arranged sliced strawberries, melon slices, grapes, and several other varieties of fruits on me. I saw her put a small finger bowl with something in the bowl on the table between my legs. I wondered to myself what it must be and why she had left it in the bowl and not put is on my skin. After all, it seemed like everything else was on me. Then I saw her with what looked like a squeeze bag I have seen pastry and cake chefs use. She squirted frosting out of it onto my nipples and placed a strawberry in the middle of each mound of frosting. She laid out some forks and spoons, but no plates. This seemed strange. I saw her get another of those frosting bags with the nozzle and inserted it between the lips of my pussy. She looked at me smiling and said, "I'm going to put some veggie dip in you right here." I felt the nozzle penetrate me and then I could feel the cold dip as she started to fill me. "Try to relax dear, I'm just filling you with the veggie dip. Everyone will find it fun to dip their celery and carrot sticks in you." The garnish was then applied as she decorated all around me with parsley and roses. I dared not squirm around because she had the roses pushed up against me and I could feel thorns everywhere. The last thing she did was kiss my forehead and place a black cloth across my eyes, cutting off all my vision.
I laid there and heard Mary tell Master the snacks were ready for his guests. I could hear their conversation get louder as they approached. When everyone was in the room, Mary welcomed them and told them the buffet of snacks was ready, but would only be here for a short time since the buffet table had to entertain them after they finished.
I listened and could feel Mary's finger on me in various places as she described the selections available. "You will see many fruits and vegetables available for your snacking pleasure. Our table has a built in container filled with veggie dip you can either dip your veggies directly in it, or if the supply gets low there is a small spoon here you can use to dig some dip out." I felt her touch very lightly on my vaginal lips. "For your amusement, I have provided a special treat you might enjoy. You will find it in the finger bowl."
Again I felt her hands between my legs and felt her pulling my lips apart showing them my pierced clit. Then she started talking and I realized she was showing them my clit and talking about what was in the bowl. "In the bowl you will find small slivers of ginger that Mr. Simon asked me to prepare for your enjoyment."
Panic suddenly hit me when I realized what I had suspected was actually going to happen. Oh SHIT, GINGER?? That's what caused me such intense pain earlier this evening!
Mary went on, "As you can see this is not the same as what the little slave experienced earlier. These are intended to be laid across the little clit located at the top of the veggie dip container. Use of the slivers of ginger should add the unique flavor of female to the dip."
On MY CLIT??? This can't be happening. The intent was for them to use the ginger on my clit, setting it on fire causing me to produce pussy juice to flavor their veggie dip.
"You can press the ginger strips to her clit and then remove them and reapply them. This way you will be able to observe what happens and also be able to control the amount of female flavoring that's added to the dip. Keep in mind this slave has been used very hard this evening and if you wish for her to supply additional entertainment after the snacks, it might be a good idea to not overdo application of the ginger oils to her clit."
"One last thing before you dig in and enjoy yourselves, you may have noticed there are no plates. Please feel free to use your fingers, spoons or the forks. The forks are very good for eating the food directly from the buffet table. Make sure you get the food securely skewered on your fork so you don't accidentally drop it." I could hear the murmurs as they all got the idea of using the forks to poke my flesh and have fun watching my pain.
"Bon Appetite."
With that I heard Mary pushing the serving cart from the room and the sound faded as she pushed it down the hall. I could feel and hear everyone crowding around the table. I felt fingers on my skin and heard comments on what a beautiful job Mary had done. I felt the mouths of two of the men on my breasts as they ate the strawberries on my nipples. I knew it was two men from feeling the stubble on their faces against my breasts. When finished I could feel them lick each of my nipples clean and then each gave my nipples a bite that sent jolts of pain and pleasure directly to my clit.
I heard Master say, "Do you want to let her see or keep her blindfolded?"
Mr. Smelling said, "She has such pretty eyes. I vote we let her see and then we can see those pretty green eyes of hers." Others agreed and the next thing I knew the blindfold had been removed. Master was standing over me smiling down at me.
Mr. Smelling was the first to pick up a slice of ginger. I could feel him pull my pussy lips apart. I knew he could see the dip and my clit. He touched my clit and I could not help but moan from behind the gag. Using his fingers to hold my lips apart and expose my clit, he pressed a strip of ginger directly to my clit. It took about one minute before I started to feel the heat caused by the oil. The heat was building rapidly. I was trying to plead with them to remove it, but the gag stopped any attempt to speak. Lisa saw my distress building and said, "Harry, get that off of her clit. If you want to put that cock of yours in her you better save that cunt for your fun."
He looked at her and without saying anything removed it. I was very thankful for Lisa's intervention as the heat started to subside.
I felt the forks poking me as the food was consumed. It was actually fun laying there now that the ginger was gone. It felt strange when they used the spoon to dig the dip out of me, but they were not rough and it didn't hurt. The sharp prongs of the forks hurt, but they were not used to pierce my skin, only to cause discomfort. This was something I would not mind doing again, it was fun and erotic to have people eating off of my skin.
Finally the snack time came to a close and I was hurried off to wash the dip and fruit juices from my body. My nipple clamps were reattached and I returned to the theater to rejoin the guests.
Master waived his hand and said, "It is time for us to enjoy the charms of my slave's body. Enjoy her and each other, and please let me know if you need anything."
Everyone started moving around talking to each other. Mr. Smelling made it to me and took my hand in his lifting it to his mouth as he kissed the back of it and said, "My dear, you have made this old man's dreams come true. I apologize for any pain I have caused you this evening, but it was your fault for having such a delightful body."
I smiled and said, "Sir, I really enjoyed your use of my body and would welcome any further use you might find pleasurable for yourself. I'm Master's sex slave and you heard him give his permission to use me as you wish. I would be honored if you would take advantage of my Master's offer."
"Little lady, you do know how to get the attention of this fat old cock of mine. I don't want to take all your time for myself, but would you mind if I put a load from my balls in that cute little tummy of yours?"
As he said this he rubbed his hand on my stomach. I'mswered him saying, "Sir, not at all. If you will lead me to where you would like to use me I will be very pleased to serve you." He grabbed my tit chain and led me to kneel before a big chair. I unbuckled his pants and started working my magic on his breeding tool.
I could hear things getting quiet and looked around to see Master was enjoying the company of Mrs. Smelling while Elizabeth and Eric seemed to be enjoying each other's bodies in ways not customary for a brother and sister to express their affection for each other.
It seems like everyone fucked everyone else and the night finally came to a close as the Smelling's left for home. Elizabeth and Eric headed for the same bedroom as Master led me back to the master bedroom. I wondered what the story was regarding Master's brother and sister. I thought maybe Mary would tell me tomorrow.
Master and I took a long wonderful bath together washing away all the sexual fluids from our many lovers. Master got out of the bath and used a plush towel to dry me. I think he kissed every square inch of my skin as he dried it. I was so taken by this strange, but gentle and loving man. He could never take the place of my husband, but he was so much more than I had expected when I first met him. I'm very deeply in love with my husband, but my emotions for Master were focused much more on lust than love.
Master picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. He did not speak, but picked up the phone on the table and dialed an inside number. I could tell he was talking to Mary when he said, "Yes please. We are ready."
I wondered what we were ready for, but kept silent. A few minutes passed and Mary came into the room wearing a sheer black robe and slippers. She looked magnificent.
Master began to explain to me what was happening. "With just the five of us in the house tonight, Mary is alone, so I thought she could join us, at least for a while on this your last night."
I looked at my Master and asked, "Master, may I have permission to speak?"
"Yes, go ahead."
I turned to Mary, smiled and threw my arms around her. "Mistress Mary, I'm so happy."
"Me too honey, me too."
Master pulled my chin to look into my eyes. "Something I enjoy is watching others as they make love. I would really like to see you and Mary enjoy each other and have some intimate time while I watch. Mary that's if you don't mind."
I had not been asked. Master had asked Mary if she minded if he watched, so I said nothing. Mary turned to me pulling me to her she planted a passionate kiss on my lips. As we were locked in our kiss, Master slipped out of bed and took up station in a nearby arm chair.
"Little one, I believe your Master would enjoy watching you pleasure your Mistress with your pretty mouth."
Smiling I slid down her body, kissing her nipples on the way to her clit. The texture of her clit and the flavor of her juices had my full attention. I brought her to three orgasms as Master watched. He was slowly stroking his cock as he enjoyed the lesbian show I was proud to be taking a part in.
"Little one, I believe your Master needs some relief. If you don't mind I would like for his first load to be in me. Please place your Master's cock in your Mistress's cunt?"
Master rose and crawled up on the bed to lie atop Mistress Mary. I reached between his legs and gripped his hard cock in my hand. He rose as I rubbed it against Mistress' cunt. I separated her lips with my other hand and placed the tip of his cock inside her cunt. Upon feeling her wet cunt against his cock, instinctively in one thrust his cock was balls deep in her. Mistress Mary moaned her pleasure as his cock filled her. I started to lick Master's ass and balls. I could tell he was about ready to explode, so I backed off so I would not cause a premature end to the pleasure they were sharing. He started thrusting forcefully into her.
I stayed behind Master holding his scrotum and stroking his ass. He said, "Slave lick your Master's cock as it enters and exits your Mistress' cunt."
I leaned into where Master's cock entered Mary's cunt. He had slowed his thrusting and I was able to slide my tongue on his shaft licking the pussy juice from him. My own cunt was gushing juices just from watching what was going on. It was one of the sexiest scenes I had ever been involved in.
I could hear Mary telling Master to fuck her harder and telling him how good his cock felt. She started begging him to fill her with his cum. "I'm yours, my pussy is yours. Use me as your cum bucket. Please Mr. Simon, fill me with your cum."
It wasn't much longer until I saw Master give a deep thrust and heard him groan as his cock delivered his cum deep in her cunt.
"Mary, that was fantastic. Why have we waited so long?"
"Your cock has made me very happy. Will you do something for me?"
"Anything, just tell me what you want."
"I'm feeling a little naughty." She gave Master a sly smile. "Would you please make your slave clean your cum from my cunt? Make sure she does it well. You may have to whip her ass to get her to do it right."
"I don't think I will have to force her to do it, but I understand how she may need some encouragement."
"Slave, get over here and clean your Mistress' cunt. I put a full load of cum in her and she would like it cleaned out. The best way to do that's with your tongue. I will be watching and if I think you can do better, you will feel the flogger on your ass."
I knew this was all a part of the game. Master knew I would enjoy cleaning his cum from her without being motivated, but they both wanted to see my ass whipped with the flogger as I was eating her cunt.
"Yes Master, I will clean Master's cum from Mistress' cunt. There is no need to use the flogger on your slave's ass."
"I will be the judge of when to whip my slave. Get busy, I will be watching."
"Yes Master."
Crawling between Mary's thighs I licked all cum that was now flowing out of her. The taste of their combined juices tasted good. I parted her lips and started licking her clit. I could tell she was enjoying my efforts, but I heard her say, "She is not doing as you ordered her to do, she is trying to make me cum." I knew what was coming and was actually looking forward to it as I heard the swish of the leather and then the impact against my skin followed immediately by the sharp stinging sensation.
"Slave, I told you to clean my cum from her cunt. Do it correctly or get more of the same."
I did not even answer but stuck my tongue deeper into her trying to clean the walls of her cunt.
"Is she doing any better?"
"Yes, but I know she can do better. I want to feel her mouth, not her hands."
I felt three stinging lashes to my ass, and they hurt.
"Slave, I paid good money for your ass and I expect you to be a world class slave. Put your hands behind your back and clean her cunt like you have been trained."
I put my hands behind my back, careful to not let my hands get in the way of my ass. I pressed my face against her cunt as hard as I could trying to get my tongue into her deeper. Making sure she could feel my tongue in her while my nose rubbed against her clit. I was not holding back, I was eating her pussy better than I have ever eaten pussy. My position presented my ass in the perfect position for the flogger.
I was surprised with my level of intensity when I felt the flogger make contact with my ass again. "Eat her cunt slave."
I knew to tell him I WAS eating her would be a mistake, so I just kept trying to do better. Again another stinging slap of the flogger fell against the already punished flesh of my ass. He did not even say anything as I presented him with the perfect target of my ass in the air, I felt the flogger across both of my thighs. About every five to ten seconds the flogger confirmed my Master was still watching.
My ass was on fire when I felt Mistress Mary moan and tasted her juices. She said, "She did great. Thank you for allowing me the use of her. I'm so tired after all the events of the day. I think I will leave so you can use your slave properly. We can talk in the morning."
"Okay if that's what you want. I was looking forward to sleeping with you and my slave in the same bed, but I do understand. Do you mind helping me get her ready for bed before you go?"
"Not at all. How would you like her body prepared?"
"I have been thinking about that and think I would like to have the ability to use her from the front or back without a lot of hassle. Please tie her hands together to the headboard. That will keep her hands out of the way and that way all of her holes will be available for my use, depending on my mood."
"Sir, that sounds perfect. I will have her ready in a flash."
My hands were bound tightly and pulled over my head. The other end of the rope was tied to the headboard. Tied like this with my feet free, he could roll me onto my tummy or my back and use me while my arms remained secured over my head. I knew my arms would probably be very stiff and cramping before morning came. I laid there waiting to see how Master was going to use me first.
"Erica, you made me proud this evening. I do hope I was not too rough on you, but your submission was very arousing. Watching the others spank you made my cock hard, but then my cock has been hard almost constantly since I first saw you on display immediately prior to the auction. You have permission to speak if you like."
"Thank you Master. Master there has not been anything you have done to me that if I had it all to do over would ask you to not do. I'm sad we have less than 24 hours left before my birthday fantasy ends. I will surely miss you when it is over. You have made me feel like your real sex slave and that's exactly as I wanted it. Taking me as your slave and treating me as such has kept me constantly wet. I love the embarrassment and humiliation you, your family and your friends the Smells have helped me experience. While I'm enjoying this experience and I'm looking forward to our conversation when it is over, I do have some questions for which you may or may not want to share the answers with me, and I will understand if you don't. But those will wait until later."
"I'm curious as to what your questions are."
"I know, but I do not want to spoil the fantasy with them now. They can wait."
"If you had the opportunity to do something we have not done, what would it be?"
"That's easy to answer. I would like to be loaned to Elizabeth for a set amount of time for use by her in any way she would like to use me as her slave."
"Okay, let me think about that and I will talk to her in the morning." Smiling and looking into my eyes he said, "I really am selfish and hate to give you up for any amount of time." He kissed me but my ability to use my arms made the illusion of being his slave and being bound for his use all the more real."
"I have a question that has been bothering me. Tonight I feel as though something happened that I missed. Maybe between you and Elizabeth, or you and Eric. Am I mistaken?"
"No Master, you are not."
"Do you want to explain to me what happened?"
"Master, it you instruct me to tell you, I will; however it was really nothing and not something I would like to talk about."
He said nothing for quite a long while, then he said, "Okay, if that's how you want to handle it. Understand I want to know if there is something wrong. I will handle any situation there may be with my siblings."
"I appreciate that Master. I really do. If I might be so bold as to suggest something, right now I would really like for Master to enjoy the use of his slave."
"I'm not going to fuck my slave, but I do intend to fuck my sexy niece. Before I do this, I want you to know I love my niece very much, but I have a fight with myself each time I'm around her and see that sexy body of hers. I wish you knew her and could understand the hunger I have for her."
"Master, I believe I do understand more than you may realize. For the next few minutes I'm proud to be your niece. I would like for you to close your eyes and believe it is me, your niece Erica, you are fucking with your masculine cock. If you didn't already know it, I believe Elizabeth suspects something based on her comment earlier when she learned you had the right to name me and you gave me the name of her daughter."
"Since this is our last night together, I will warn you I plan to let it all out with respect to the sexual energy I have for her. Hopefully I do not scream her name loud enough for Elizabeth to hear me." He smiled. "Maybe I should talk to her. After all you may already have put it together that Erica is named after her father, my brother. Yes, I figured you had most likely figured that out when you heard his name. Our family is a little screwed up. After our parents were killed, we only had each other. How can I put it other than to say the relationship between us became much more intimate than society approves of for siblings. Elizabeth was a busy girl trying to keep two horny brothers sexually satisfied. A paternity test was needed to determine which of us fathered Erica."
"Does Erica know her uncle is also her father?"
"Yes, Erica is a very enlightened beautiful young lady. She is not only smart, she is very active, sexually. I understand she is even keeping her boss happy at her job. She is a personal secretary and evidently has a boss who appreciates all of her talents."
"Uncle Simon, I know you have wanted to fuck my pussy. You have tied me to this bed and I can't stop you from taking me the way I know you have wanted to do for so long. I would not let you have my body, but as you can see, I can't stop you from doing whatever it is you would like to do to me. I hope after you have your way with me, I can come to love you even more and maybe if mom does not care, you can fuck me whenever you like."
"My boss at work tells me I'm a very good fuck and he loves shoving his cock in my asshole. Please don't worry about me. I know you have wanted me for so long and now that I have no say in the matter, I hope you will take this opportunity to do with me what you have dreamt of doing for so long. I know your cock will hurt, but I need you to just fuck me and not worry about me. I want your seed in my body Uncle Simon. I want this need of yours to make me yours, fulfilled."
"Erica, your Uncle Simon is a man and has needs only a mature and sexy woman can fill. I have been waiting so long to make you mine. Please forgive me, but I have so much lust built up for your body this may hurt a little and that's why I had to tie your arms. I have to make sure you don't get away from me."
"Uncle Simon, please be gentle with me, but use me for your pleasure. My pussy is very tight and I have never had a man's cock in my asshole. I don't know if I can take one as big as yours."
Looking into his eyes I knew I had lit a fire in him. I was trying to play the part as his niece but hoped I had not gone too far.
Grabbing my shoulder he rolled my naked body onto my back. He spread my legs as he lowered himself between them. "Erica honey, you have been a bad girl. You know your sexy ass turns on your Uncle Simon, but that does not stop you from teasing me with it. You tease me by constantly wearing those short skirts and I know most of the time when you are around me you don't even wear panties. Tonight I'm going to teach you a lesson and show you what the years of teasing me has done. Whether you like it or not you are going to take my cock in that bald little cunt of yours and up your virgin asshole. You will not tease and deny me any longer!"
"Uncle Simon, please I know I have been a bad girl and deserve to be punished with your cock, but please be gentle. I promise I will not do it again."
"I don't care if you do it, because from now on you will get the same as you are going to get right now!"
I felt him lean forward and position himself at the entrance into my body. I then felt his thrust, but I was wet and ready for his penetration. Regardless of the fantasy, I knew I had to lay there and take whatever he gave me with my arms tied to the headboard. I was pretty sure in his mind he was fucking his niece. This had every indication of being a very aggressive fucking of which I was about to be the recipient. He began thrusting violently into me.
It occurred to me that he was thrusting into me so violently I thought maybe he wanted to rape his niece rather than simply fuck her. He was using his cock to batter my cunt and I was enjoying the rape scene of being tied to the bed and fucked, but how would his niece take this? I knew I needed to talk to Elizabeth about this and make sure if he ever did take the next step that both she and Erica should know there may be issues. Until then my only course was to help him act out his fantasy pretending I was his niece and hopefully release some of his sexual aggression built up over time for his need to possess his niece.
"Uncle Simon, your cock is so big and you don't have a condom on your cock. You might get me pregnant."
"That's right, Erica. I tried to get your mother pregnant but your Uncle Eric's sperm beat me to her. I'm going to breed you and plant my seed in your cute little cunt."
"Yes Uncle Simon, fill me with your cum. Use my pussy to dump your cum in. I'm yours Uncle Simon, but please don't hurt me."
That seemed to break him out of his rape frenzy. I wondered what was going on and if there was some sort of brotherly rivalry at play here. Whatever it was I did not want Erica to be hurt, or for Simon to lose control, harming himself, Erica or Elizabeth, or maybe even Eric. Eric was far from my favorite of the three siblings, but I certainly didn't want him hurt.
He looked at me with concern and eased his thrusting into me. "Baby, you know Uncle Simon would not hurt you. I love you so much. It would make your Uncle so happy to put his baby in you."
I had to play my part, if I had any hope of relieving his stress, or whatever this was. "Uncle Simon, I want to feel your baby grow in my tummy, but if you hurt me, I will not be able to give you a baby. Please Uncle Simon, fill me with your seed and put your baby in me."
His thrusting continued as he started kissing me and driving into me at the same time. I thought to myself, 'Kristie, if it was your fantasy to be used for a man's pleasure, with no regard for your own, this is truly a fulfillment of that fantasy.'
This feeling deep in me fed my arousal bringing it to a much more intense level. That feeling of being used by a man for his own enjoyment went back to the beginning of time, when women were used by men for their own primitive needs. The males really did not care anything about the female, other than she had a hole in her body that he could use when he wanted to satisfy his own needs.
I do not find it hard to imagine it being common practice for women to be tied up, similarly to how I was now bound to this bed. Secured in such a manner the female would be available for the use of the men when they decided their cock needed relief. Modern day women would probably think I'm sick for my desire to be used by men, but it is just a fantasy. I love being submissive to and used by masculine men. Being used in reality like ancient women were used would have been reality and not fantasy. A much different scenario, that would have been, but I'm a modern day woman with at least one man with whom I share a deep and lasting love. The use of my body by Mike as his personal fuck toy does bring me great physical and emotional satisfaction.
As the man was thrusting his cock into me now, I could picture in my mind this is what man had done since the beginning of time in an effort to use his female for his enjoyment or to plant his seed in her. The female body was designed to produce children and nurture them. Her body was designed to be desirable to the male and to entice him to put his seed in her allowing her to fulfill her role in populating the earth. I believe being used by a man for his needs is a big part of what being a woman is all about.
Making the man happy who was now thrusting his cock into my body gave me a special sense of pride. I got a special fulfillment making him happy. The fact this particular man had paid a large sum of money so he could own me and have rights to my body to do what he was now doing only solidified my pride that I was a female men had a strong desire to possess.
I savored the strong thrusts of his manhood into me as I looked into his eyes. He may have his own issues, but I was becoming attached to him and liked the fantasy of being his property and being owned by him. He gripped my left breast with his right hand and squeezed as hard as he could. It hurt, and I could see him looking into my eyes trying to gauge the pain he was inflicting. He was not being mean, this was part of the fantasy, and it was not much different from a small boy playing with a truck his parents had bought him at the toy store. The primary differences were he was not a small boy, but rather a man, and this toy he was playing with was one he had personally selected and purchased for himself at an auction.
Through the grimace of pain as I continued to play the role of his niece, I said, "Uncle Simon, please use my body for your pleasure. Uncle, make me your pleasure toy. You are so hard and big Uncle Simon. Please fill me with cum."
That put him over the top as he thrust as deep into me as was possible and his orgasm finally overcame him. It really would not have surprised me if his cock had not penetrated and injected his cum directly into my womb. Once his orgasm was began to fade, his grip on my breast relaxed. I was thankful for the relief, but knew he had a very intense orgasm and maybe I had been responsible for him being able to take one step closer to either fulfilling his desire to have his niece, or being able to put the desire out of his mind.
Kissing my breast he said, "My little pet. I'm sorry if I hurt you. That got a little intense and I think I lost control for a moment. I hope I didn't hurt you too much."
"Master, a slave's lot in life is to be used for her Master's pleasure. Being used to bring my Master pleasure overshadows any pain I may experience. I'm proud being used by you."
Stroking the side of my face, "You truly are one very remarkable woman. These past hours with you have been nothing short of amazing. Being your master has been an unbelievable experience. How was I so fortunate to have been there when the opportunity presented itself for our paths to cross?"
"Master, the pleasure has been all mine. Bringing you happiness in the many ways you have seen fit to use my body has been more than I could have dreamed possible."
"I have been intending on asking you a question. I'm not sure what happened, but I have heard a couple accounts that there may have been a problem between you and Eric earlier today when you were exploring the house. Does this have anything to do with the issue I asked about earlier with Eric and Elizabeth?"
"Master, it was nothing. It was simply a misunderstanding that Eric and I were able to easily resolve."
"Are you sure? I heard it was a lot more involved than that. If he got out of line, I need to know."
"Master, it is okay. That's behind us now. Things between Eric and I are okay."
"If you are sure, but I do want to know if there are problems. Now, let's get some sleep. I believe you are likely not going to get a lot of rest tonight." I smiled at this comment, knowing exactly what he meant. He kissed me and rolled me onto my left side as he moved into a spoon position behind me. With my arms still tied above my head, he had full access to my body. I felt his soft cock against my bottom and felt his right arm drape across my body and firmly grip my right breast. His grip was not painful at all, just firm enough to make it clear to me that he was my Master and my body belonged to him. As I laid there waiting for sleep to overcome me, I felt him move to the side of my head, kiss my cheek and whisper into my ear, "My pet you no longer have permission to speak without approval."
I quickly slipped off to sleep with the feeling of being totally safe from any harm as I slept in this man's arms with his hand firmly attached to my breast. I was very contented.
From a sound sleep I was awaken as I became aware of movement and that I was being touched. With my wrists bound together and my arms stretched over my head, I could do nothing but lay there and wait to see what was happening.
Once I was wake and aware, I realized Master was not laying up against me as close as before. I could feel a hand on my ass and pushing between my legs. The hand that had been on my breast when I fell asleep was gone. I had the presence of mind to remember I did not have permission to speak.
I could feel a hand, I presumed it was one belonging to my Master, playing with my cunt and my ass. Then I felt a large cock and hoped it was my Master and not someone else. His was not saying anything so I was not sure. I turned my head to look behind me and herd, "Sorry Pet, but I was just trying to get comfortable and decided it would be enjoyable to play with my toy.
I smiled to myself as I remained silent. I felt his cock and then felt it pushing against my back hole. The painful entry of his cock into my ass is something I don't think I would ever get accustomed to. My only option was to lay there as he forced himself past my sphincter and deep into me. Getting his glans past my sphincter was the painful part of the entry. Once his glans was in the remainder of his cock was easily pushed into me with little additional pain. He pumped in and out of me for several strokes, then he pushed himself deep in my bowels and once again gripped my breast and drifted off to sleep, never saying another word.
I was content. I felt stretched and delightfully full. Drifting back off to sleep with the feeling of being completely possessed by this man brought about such a calming effect over me.
I was awakened at least once every couple hours and sometimes more. Each time was only for a few minutes. Upon awakening Master would release his grip on my breast and grab my right hip. He would hold my hip stationary and would thrust his cock in and out of my ass for a few minutes. He would stop himself just before cumming. During the process his cock would expand to full length and thickness. Once he was finished he would again seat his cock deep in my bowels and firmly grip my breast as we would both drift back off to sleep.
Not knowing the sensation a man feels in his erect cock, I can only imagine the pleasure I provided my Master as he used my ass to hold his cock all night. I was proud I was able to provide him with this gift from my body. When I woke up next I heard noises in the hall. Sometime during the night someone had opened the door to Master's bedroom. It may have been him that first time he woke up. I know he did not get out of bed after that because his cock was in my ass all night.
I was listening, trying to figure out what was going on and who was awake. I could hear my Master breathing and knew he was still asleep. His cock remained buried deep in my ass and his hand was still on my breast. My arms were aching, but I was not going to wake Mater from his sleep. I was able to see the open doorway. As I laid there I saw movement at the door and was able to make out that it was Elizabeth looking at us. Evidently she had a little voyeur in her. I was fully displayed on the bed, but Master was partially concealed behind me. From her vantage point she would not be able to tell Master's cock was in my ass. In fact unless you moved him away from me, only he and I knew for sure where his cock was, and I was very sure of the precise location of his cock since my sphincter was tightly stretched around it.
I knew Master was asleep but could see a devilish smile on Elizabeth's face as she crept silently into the room. She was wearing a sheer robe like the one I had seen Mary wearing. She had a very attractive body with no telltale stretch marks from childbirth. In fact you would never know she had previously given birth by looking at her body. She looked so cute and looked like she was definitely up to no good. I wondered what it was she was going to do, but hoped it did not involve me. She was holding her index finger to her lips indicating for me to remain silent. I had to smile, she was so cute as she was sneaking up on her brother.
After reaching the bed she whispered in my ear, "Is his cock in your ass?" I nodded my head. Smiling she gave my left nipple a pinch and began untying my arms. Then she untied my wrists. Evidently when she lowered my arms, it caused enough movement in my body to wake Master.
"Good morning sleepy head. It is a beautiful morning and you need to get up and enjoy your last day with your slave." She looked at me with that look of no good and said, "Big brother, I have an idea."
"What are you doing in my bedroom? I opened the door for you so you could watch, not as an invitation to come in."
So, it was him who opened the door. Apparently he knew she enjoys watching others have sex.
"I want to have some fun."
"Oh really, I didn't give you enough fun last night?" He was now wide awake, but his hand was still on my breast. He renewed his grip on my breast and his cock began growing again. It was now large and hard in me even though he had not thrust into me to re-harden his cock. I figured it was a combination of his sister standing right there, his grip of my breast and he must have what Mike calls his "morning wood." If that was the case, I knew he would be getting up to go empty his bladder.
"Okay Sis, what is your idea. I really need to get up and pee."
"Well, that has something to do with my idea."
"Erica is holding your cock in her ass right now, correct?"
"Yes, and it is a delightful ass. What is your point?"
"She has not had an enema this morning, and..."
"I think I see where you are heading with this line of thought."
I saw her smile. "You are so smart. You might as well enjoy draining your bladder without even getting out of bed. After all, it is already inserted and ready to spew forth. What do you think?"
He didn't answer her right away, but I knew his answer as I felt his cock let loose full force filling me with his urine. He moaned and said, "Sis, you were right, I feel much better now. Can you help my slave to the stool and not drip it all over the carpet?"
"No problem, Just pull your cock out of the poor thing's asshole and I will put this plug in her to keep it in her while we walk slowly to the toilet."
I had forgotten the plug Master had in me was on the night stand. Elizabeth had it in her hand ready to shove it in me. "Okay dear, just roll off his cock and onto your tummy. I will quickly plug you so you don't spill any."
Master pulled his cock out of me and I rolled onto my tummy at the same time. I felt the pain as she quickly shoved the plug in me. It would have been worse had I not spent the last few hours with Master's cock stretching me.
"Okay dear, rise up on your knees with your shoulders still on the bed."
I did as she instructed essentially sticking my ass in the air.
"Very good. An enema needs time to do the job. So while we wait, I'm going to just sit here with you."
She sat on the side of the bed and I should have known this was not going to be as simple as that. Her hand was on my ass playing with the plug. Then she began stroking my clit with her finger. Being a woman she knew exactly how to do it and make if feel really good. Master was laying on the bed quietly watching.
"Sis, you can play with her all you want, but she is not permitted to cum without permission. She also has not been given permission to speak."
"Oh big brother, your little pet will not cum, she knows you have another root of ginger downstairs. I just want to have some time with her and get to know her better." All this time the pleasure from her finger was getting more intense and the pressure in my tummy was not letting up as Master's pee was washing my intestines.
"This is probably making you uncomfortable, isn't it?"
I nodded my head, not speaking.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
I smiled and nodded my head again letting her know I thought she was very pretty.
"Why don't we give your clit a rest and let you get up out of bed."
I gently raised up and with her help stepped off the bed and onto the floor.
"That's it, just kneel there on the floor. My cunt needs some attention. It really needs a good cleaning. Do you think you could help me out?"
Elizabeth is very pretty and I really wanted to clean her pussy, but my tummy needed to expel Master's urine, although that really did not matter. I knew what I would have to do.
I opened her robe as she spread her knees. I could see that she had been used very well last night and since there were only two men in the house, this cum had to be incestuous cum belonging to her brother Eric. She then confirmed my belief by saying, "As you can see Eric was very horny last night and created quite a mess. Men are all alike and don't care that we have to clean up after their fun. Help me get cleaned up."
I dove in between her thighs trying to ignore the cramping from the fluids in my intestines. Even though her pussy looked a mess, under different circumstances I would have been enjoying this. If I didn't have the plug in my ass holding Master's urine in me, I would really like this. I knew if I hurried I could clean her and she would either pull the plug from my ass or allow me to pull it out. Either way, I really wanted to relieve the cramping.
As I was cleaning the cum from her she said, "I told Eric if he tries any of that shit he did to you yesterday that I would castrate him and make him eat his own cock."
I did not know what to do. I could not speak and heard Master, "What did you just say Sis?"
I looked up at her making contact with her eyes. With pleading eyes I shook my head very slightly. She said nothing, but I knew she got the message. "Nothing Simon, I was just telling Erica that men are assholes."
"Bull Shit. You two are keeping something from me, but I figure you are not going to tell me. Erica would not tell me what that asshole brother of ours did last night and I figure you are not going to tell me either. I trust you have it under control. If not I need to know what the fuck he did."
"Simon, it is fine. If I need help handling Eric, you will be the first to know."
"I had better be the first to know."
He lay on the bed watching as I continued to clean her pussy. Evidently he liked watching as much as his sister enjoyed watching others.
"Oh, yes Erica. Eat mommy's cunt." I was surprised to hear her refer to me as her daughter. I could tell she was getting wetter as her moans increased. I sucked her clit into my mouth and gave it a very tender love bite, sending her over the edge. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tight against her cunt as she had her first orgasm.
Behind us I heard applause. Turning I saw Master standing in the doorway watching us. His cock was hard, as usual, and pointing directly at me.
"Liz, do you mind if I use my slave?"
"Not at all big brother, after all she does belong to you."
"Do you mind waiting until I have finished using her before pulling her plug?"
Oh, shit, I realized he was going to make me wait longer enduring his pee enema while he used me. This would cause even more pressure in my stomach.
"Get up on the bed, slave."
I knew there is no way I could hold his urine in my intestines if the plug in my butt did not have it sealed so tightly. Any pressure he put on me would normally be very pleasurable, but right now it would be extremely uncomfortable.
"Liz, stay and watch if you want. It will not take me long and you may enjoy watching. She is desperate to relieve herself of the enema I gave her this morning, so she will likely be a good fuck. She knows the faster she makes me cum, the faster she can get relief."
"On your hands and knees. Do you like me fucking you when you have your ass plugged?"
"Yes Master."
"Slave, you have permission to talk until you get off of this bed. See if you can make me cum using all the tools your body provides you with to excite a man and make him fill your body with his thick milk."
"Thank you Master."
"Liz, this may be a little intense. I'm so damn horny and my slave is going to pay the price since it is her fault I'm so infatuated with her body."
"Use her big brother. I want to see you make her proud to be a woman. She should be proud of her ability to please her Master."
"Oh, yea, I like that."
With that he rammed his cock into me from behind as I waited on my hands and knees to feel his cock penetrate me.
"Oh, Master that feels so good. Fuck your slave's cunt with your powerful cock. Master pound my cunt with the hard tool you use to breed females."
"That's it slave, I love it."
I felt his hands on each side of my neck as he gathered my hair into his hands. Like the reins on a horse, he pulled my hair drawing my head back. He was using my hair to prevent me from being pushed forward as he thrust into me. His cock was in me so deep that the feeling of being filled completely was even stronger with the plug lodged deep in my ass.
"Master, your cock is amazing. Can you feel the plug in my ass making my cunt even tighter for your cock?"
"Oh, yes baby, you feel so good." All the while his thrusting into me was becoming even stronger.
"Liz, come here and help me. Slap her tits and pinch her nipples. I know she is capable of being a better fuck."
I felt feminine hands close on my breasts. She squeezed me hard and I felt her fingernails digging into my flesh. Then all of a sudden her hands were gone, only to be felt again as she slapped my breasts with her open palm. These were not playful slaps, but rather full force slaps like those she used when she spanked my ass the previous night.
"Is she doing any better?"
"No, make her show her respect for my cock by making me cum."
"SLAVE, fuck his cock or you will feel the ginger root on your clit AND in your ass!"
I felt like I was doing my best, but her threat really ignited the spark in me to do better.
"Master, use your slut's cunt. Pull her hair and teach her how to obey her Master. Spank your slut's ass as you drive your cock deep into her ass. Use your slave's ass with your magnificent cock. Master, make it hurt. Make your slave scream Master. She only exists for your pleasure. Master, fuck me harder than you have ever fucked any female. Use me Master. Master, make me feel the pain of a man using his female fuck toy."
I could tell he was getting aroused hearing me talk dirty to him and urging him on. I could also feel that his thrusting had increased considerably in strength. His thrusting into me really did hurt. How much more of this can I take? Normally I love to be fucked really hard, but right now I just wanted him to give me his cum and let his sister help me remove this plug and get cleaned up.
"Master, fuck me. Your cock is so big and hard. It feels so good inside your slave's body. Fill me with your cum, Master."
I heard him groan and then felt like every hair in my head was being pulled out by the root. He was pulling hard on my hair and forcing my head back. I knew he was filling me when he stopped thrusting and held his cock deep in me. The force of his cum being forced through his cock made his hard cock pulsate as wave after wave of cum was injected through it and into me.
He released my hair, letting my head fall forward. His cock remained lodged deep in my cunt. Even now, I enjoyed the feeling of fullness his cock provided me, but I really did need to get this pee enema discharged.
Patting my head like a dog he said, "Very good, my pet. As usual, you made your Master very happy."
"Liz, please take her and get her ready for her last day as my slave. If you have no plans, I would like for you to spend the day with us and join me as I enjoy the best purchase I have ever made. As always, what is mine is yours. You might enjoy playing with her some on your own if you want."
"Sure, I will be happy to take care of her and I have nothing going on today. Erica told me she is busy all day, so it will be fun playing with your slave. We will join you for breakfast in the dining room."
Master got up from behind me and walked to the side of the bed toward my face. I saw Elizabeth take his arm and point his body to me saying, "Slave, clean your Master's cock of your cunt juices and the cum your Master graciously shared with you."
"Yes Mistress, thank you, and thank you Master for allowing your slave to bring you pleasure."
I went to work using my mouth, lips and tongue to clean his cock and scrotum of any evidence of his previous fucking of his slave's cunt.
After about five minutes, Elizabeth took his cock in hand and said, "Let me check and see if you have it clean." I watched as she inspected it. When she was satisfied I had cleaned him properly, she gave his glans a quick kiss and said, "Looking good, big brother. Head on down and once I have her ready we will be down and join everyone for breakfast."
Mistress Elizabeth helped me into the bathroom and had me stand over the toilet as she pulled the plug from my ass. Immediately as she had it out I sat down to release Master's urine enema. I had just a moment before the fluid came gushing out. Using the same enema bag and nozzle Mary had used, Elizabeth flushed my colon with warm water four times before she was satisfied I was clean. I think both she and Mary enjoyed giving me enemas, because I did not feel like I needed to be flushed out that much.
"Now that we have you clean inside, you need to clean the outside. I need to run back to my room and get ready. I will come back and dry your hair, apply your makeup and dress you. Then we will go eat breakfast. I'm sure you are starving."
"Yes Mistress." She was right, I was starving, but what was this about dressing me, I wondered? After all Master said I would be wearing clothes only when in public and then only enough to keep from getting me arrested. I clearly remember how he had me dressed when we left the hotel. That was so embarrassing but also very exciting.
The bath felt wonderful. There is nothing like a hot bath to make a woman feel feminine. Cleaning all the body fluids from my skin and cleaning my ass and pussy made me feel almost human again. I was lying back with my eyes closed thinking about all the events that had happened since Friday night, when I heard Elizabeth return and entering the master bath.
"Hurry up dear, we need to get moving. Here let me dry you off." I was not accustomed to having someone dry me, but it felt good and I could tell she enjoyed doing it due to her hands roaming a little more than needed to dry my skin, but I was not complaining.
"Let's get your beautiful long hair dry." Laughing, she said, "It was fun watching you and Simon this morning. He really enjoyed using your long hair. Maybe I should grow mine out for him."
This was all so confusing. Was she still intimate with both brothers? I thought Eric had won her for himself, but there was still something I wanted to learn more about since I was 99.9% certain my husband's personal secretary was her daughter. I already knew from what Simon had told me that Eric was her father.
As she finished applying my makeup she said, "Okay, now for your shoes. Men should really appreciate how we suffer to make them happy. The sad thing is I understand how they feel. These shoes for example, I know they are very uncomfortable, but they make your feet look so damn sexy. I bet when you wear these in public, every man with a foot fetish has a hard cock as you walk by."
She put them on my feet and buckled the strap that went around each of my ankles securing the shoes to my feet. "Okay, almost ready. One last thing before we head downstairs." That was when I saw them, those damn nipple clamps with the connecting chain she had used to lead me down the hall last night.
Elizabeth clamped them on the tip of each nipple, which made them hurt worse than if she had attached them further back where there would be more tit flesh between the jaws. "There, I do like seeing you wearing those, they make your tits look so pretty. Honey, I know they hurt, but like the shoes we wear that hurt our feet, in order to impress the men, I like to see you wearing these just for me."
"Yes Mistress. It makes me happy knowing you think I look pretty with these on my titties. I'm happy to wear them for your enjoyment."
Clapping her hands in front of her, she said, "Oh I do adore your desire to please others regardless of the pain you must endure to do so."
Grabbing the chain, she pulled and said, "Let's hurry before breakfast gets cold." Like last night she kept a constant tension on the chain regardless of how fast I walked. Wearing my stilettos it was impossible to walk as fast as her.
When we entered the dining room, Master, Eric and Mary were seated and already eating. Like last night I saw only one chair, and figured my breakfast would be two loads of cum from the cocks of the two men in the house.
To my surprise, Mary rose and said, "Here Erica, take my seat. I'm finished and I will go fix plates for you and Elizabeth." It was not that I disliked cum, but that was all I had to eat last night and I really was hungry for something more commonly found on the menu than cum. I was grateful for Mary's kind consideration.
The seat vacated by Mary was next to Eric. I saw him smile as I sat down. His hand immediately moved from his lap to my naked thigh. He squeezed me and looked at me saying, "We have had so much fun. Simon is full of surprises. I wish I could stay and spend the day around the house with you, but I have plans for the day that I really can't cancel." Looking at Master, he said, "Big brother would you mind if I cleaned the pipes out and filled this little beauty with a load of cum before I have to go?"
Master looked at me and said, "I suppose we could wait a few minutes while Erica tends to the maintenance of your cock. Use her with care, I'm very proud of my slave and have a busy day planned for her." I could see something in Master's eyes and also saw something in Elizabeth's expression, but she said nothing. Both of them knew there was some bad chemistry between Eric and me, but neither knew exactly what it fully entailed. Elizabeth knew more than Master, but still not all of it.
Eric said, "That's the best news I have had in a long time." He stood from the table, looked at me and commanded, "Come." He added, "Relax, Mary will warm your breakfast when I'm finished with you." I looked at Master hoping he would save me, but he just nodded his head indicating his approval.
I walked out of the dining room following Eric back up the stairs. This time instead of turning to the right toward the master bedroom, we turned left going all the way to the end of the hall. I had not been in this bedroom before, but it was every bit as nice as Master's room. The walls were covered with beautiful wallpaper and the ceiling was coffered with a small chandelier hanging from the center. Eric pulled me into his arms and said, "I have been waiting to put my cock into your worthless cunt since I first laid eyes on you. I didn't get a chance at you last night and I just have to fuck that high dollar cunt one time. It is not often a man gets the chance at such a beautiful woman. I'm going to put my cum deep in your body. Cunt, do you remember how you would not fuck me yesterday? You are going to pay for that decision you worthless bitch."
He was sitting in the edge of the bed. He gripped my shoulders pressing violently and hard forcing me to my knees, "Get me hard cunt just like you do my brother."
I unbuckled his pants and lowered them. He was commando with no underwear. I had seen and tasted his cock yesterday, but now he was going to use it in my cunt, or at least that's the orifice I thought he had decided to use. Taking him into my mouth, I was determined to make him enjoy this and knew I was ultimately in control. My only question was what it was that turned him on. Was it tender love making, hard fucking, dirty talk, or maybe something much more serious like blood and pain? I felt that Master would not have allowed him to use me if he knew his brother might hurt me. In fact I heard him tell his brother to "use her with care." Why did he feel it necessary to tell him to use me with care? My head was spinning as I sucked Eric's manhood making it grow rapidly. I need to go to my "slave space" and be this man's toy and allow him to enjoy himself. That's what I would do, I decided. After all Elizabeth evidently did not find him too objectionable.
"That's good. You have a very talented mouth, cunt. Get up on the bed and spread those gorgeous legs. I really need to show you how a man properly fucks a cunt bitch making sure she knows what a real man is all about."
I was scared, but again went to my "slave space" hoping it would get me through this. What was it about this man that scared me so much? Maybe it was just a premonition that he had motives other than just enjoying the charms of a submissive and willing female.
He climbed on top of me and without even touching me between my legs he rammed his cock into me. I was too scared to be turned on, so I was pretty dry and it hurt. I screamed as it felt like someone had thrust a knife into me. Even after knowing he hurt me, as signaled by my scream, he began pounding into me and it was obvious he was more into trying to hurt me rather than enjoy himself. This was a demonstration of his power over a woman and not an erotic encounter. I struggled and was rewarded with being slapped on the face with his open hand three times.
"Master, you are hurting me. Please Master allow me to please you."
His answer to my pleas was to viciously claw my breast and then hit me on my breast with his fist. After hitting me full force with his fist he said, "Shut up you fucking bitch! You wanted to be a slave, so be a slave and take the fucking your master is giving you." I was crying and started screaming, "Please Master, this is rape, you are hurting me." He laughed and his attack became even more vicious. Finally, after realizing his only desire was to seriously hurt me, I screamed "RED, RED, RED." He just looked at me and said, "Oh you fucking cunt. You think this is a game you can stop with a stupid Safe Word. You can't seriously believe I give a shit about your Safe Word, do you? Listen here bitch that shit may work with my pussy brother, but it does not work on me. I never agreed to your fucking fantasy. This is the real world and you are my bitch now. I'm going to fuck you and I don't give a shit what you think or how you feel."
I was petrified with fear. I realized he had much deeper issues than being horny, he was intent on seriously hurting me for some reason. As I saw him raise his hand to slap me again I heard Master's, voice from behind Eric.
"STOP YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! You touch her one more time and it will be your last act. I will kill you and you know I will do it! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OFF OF HER NOW YOU PIECE OF SHIT! If you have any doubt about my sincerity just look behind you!"
While his cock remained inside me, he froze. Looking up from under Eric, I stretched to see Master standing there holding a pistol pointed at his brother with Elizabeth standing directly behind Master. Eric looked back and saw his brother holding the pistol.
Still in me, he laughed and said, "It is okay, we were just playing. Isn't that right pretty lady?" Thinking back to what had just happened, with my face hurting from the vicious slaps to my face and my breast was throbbing from the punch he had inflicted. Yes, I had endured pain at the hands of Master. He had hurt me by punishments and powerful use of his cock, but it is hard to explain, the erotic pain and those events were different than this. The abuses endured at the hands of the man who bought me at the auction were done in a sexual frenzy that was consensual on the part of BOTH of us and we both had enjoyed every second of the fantasy we were living. With Eric this was a case of a sadistic bastard trying to hurt a woman, who was willingly giving herself to him. The worst part was I had no idea why he was doing this. Whatever his reason, this was not fantasy role playing this was rape. No, we were NOT just playing! I looked him in the eye and said only two words, "RED ASSHOLE!"
I heard Master say, "You have until the count of three to pull your filthy cock out of her and get off her, or I promise you I will be needing to replace the wall paper in here from the blood spewing out of the hole I'm about to put in your head. ONE, TWO."
He jerked his cock from me and rolled to his side. He slid off the bed and was cussing blaming me for everything. "I don't know what you are so upset about, it is that cunt's fault. She wants to play a game then when she gets her feeling hurt she wants to call it off."
Master did not even answer his claims as he said, "Get your clothes and get the fuck out of this house! I don't want to see your ass here until I cool down and call you. It may be a week, a month or ten years. Just don't come back until you are invited, if ever! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Eric wasted no time leaving the house. We heard his car start and his tires squeal on the pavement as he left.
"I'm so sorry Kristie, are you okay?"
"I think so. I'm just thankful you came when you did."
"Liz go call the police."
"Wait, please wait. Why do you want to call the police?"
"I think it is pretty obvious. My asshole brother raped you, that's why."
"No, please don't call the police. He is gone and it is over. I don't want to press charges. It was a horrible misunderstanding. I don't know what happened, maybe he was just not able to separate fantasy from reality."
"For the life of me. I have no idea what came over him. He is not that kind of person under normal circumstances."
"Maybe that's the problem. You have to admit what we have been doing is not exactly what you would call normal circumstances, is it?"
"No, I guess you are right. After you left Elizabeth told me what happened yesterday and I we both know there is more to this than you are telling us. For example what happened last night in the theater. Anyway, we were standing outside in the hall listening almost the entire time. When you gave your safe word, I knew it had to be terribly out of control for you to do that. I'm so sorry. I can't believe I allowed this to happen. Elizabeth will help you get your things and I will call your husband and explain to him you had to use your safe word. I will explain what happened and ask him where he would like me to meet him so you can go home."
I lowered my eyes and knelt on the floor at his feet and said, "Master I did not safe word with you, it was Eric."
"My agreement with your husband was that if you had to use your safe word the fantasy would stop immediately and since what happened was in violation of the rules I agreed to, I have no right to anything beyond that point."
"Master, I do not want this to end. Can I have just a few minutes with Elizabeth so she can help me clean up and settle down? Then I would like to continue as if this was just a bad dream."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Look at me, Kristie Adams." I looked up into his eyes as he continued. "Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?"
I looked into his eyes and said, "Master, more than anything. I'm very sure. And Master my owner named me after his niece. My name is Erica, not Kristie."
I realized he had just used my real name for the first time. I also had recovered enough to realize Elizabeth had heard my name. Would she connect me with her daughter's boss? Probably not, Adams is a very common surname.
"Master, may I get ready for the remainder of our day together?"
"Yes, my lovely little pet. What have I done to deserve you? Your husband is the luckiest man in the world."
"Thank you for your kindness Master." I rose to my feet and followed Elizabeth out of Eric's room and down the hall to my Master's bedroom."
"So you are Kristie Adams."
"Yes Mistress."
"No, not now. Please drop the fantasy for a few minutes. After what has happened we need to have a serious girl talk."
"Okay, how can I help? What would you like to talk about?"
"First I think you and I could be very close friends, and I would like that very much. I have loved only two women in my life. Prior to this weekend I have been intimate with only one woman. You are the second woman I have been intimate with. I loved both my mother and my daughter, Erica. Do not misunderstand me, I have a very strong attraction to you, but I need to understand some things better."
"Okay, but can we go in the bathroom and let me get in the bathtub and soak while we talk?"
"Certainly, of course. Let me help, you poor thing. What could have come over Eric?"
"I don't know. I like a man who will dominate and take charge. I even like pain that's associated with the sexual aggressiveness and pleasure of my man, but that was pain for the sake of hurting. It seemed like he was mad at Simon and was taking it out on me. I really don't know what the true reason for that level of cruelty was."
"Who knows for sure? I'm happy you are not pressing charges, even though you have every right to do so and in all honesty probably should. When Simon told us your name was Erica, I was a little shocked. Can you tell me what that was all about?"
"I'm not sure what you mean but after the auction I was trying to get into my fantasy role and told him that while my name is Kristie, he now owned me and as such could give me a name of his choice. I told him I preferred it not be my actual name. He told me his niece's name is Erica and he would like for me to have her name." I was telling her the truth, just not the entire truth.
"Did he say anything about why he gave you my daughter's name?"
"I think it would be better if you talked to him about that, and if afterwards you still have questions, I will be happy to answer any question you may have. Is that okay?"
"I understand and can respect your position. I will talk to Simon after we are finished here. Will you tell me now the truth about what happened last night between you and Eric?"
"Since he is your brother I will tell you everything. I'm not complaining, but I think you should know everything about yesterday. I proceeded to tell her the events beginning when I first met Eric and Master put the limitations on Eric's use of me. Then I filled in the gaps she was missing regarding the incident she came in on late in the hallway. The comments Eric made at the theater explained what she saw on my face last night in the theater. As I was telling her this she was listening to every word, nodding her head in understanding. When I finished I asked, "Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?"
"Yes. Thank you for filling in the gaps regarding Eric. I appreciate knowing the whole story. My last question is regarding something that just surfaced."
"Okay, I will try to help. What is it?"
"Your name."
Oh shit I thought to myself. Here we go.
"Yes?"
"While I'm not personally familiar with her, at least I did not think I was, my daughter and I were talking Friday evening."
"Are you and your daughter close?"
"Yes, very close. I know the name of her boss and his last name is Adams, just like yours."
"Oh, really, what a coincidence, but it really is not all that uncommon of a name."
"No, it isn't, but Erica told me her boss's wife was going to be busy and away from the house all day yesterday and today."
"Okay, but what does that have to do with me?"
"Erica told me she knows her boss's wife and thinks she is pretty cool. She also mentioned her boss and his wife have an unusual marriage which is open, if you know what I mean."
"I think so."
"Erica also said her boss's wife, whose name is Kristie encouraged her to spend some time with her husband and keep him company this weekend. She assured Erica she meant for her to feel comfortable doing anything her husband wanted to do as long as my daughter had no objections."
"Oh, she sounds like a very understanding wife," I said.
"That she does. Almost as understanding as my new best friend, don't you think?"
"Well, maybe."
"Maybe my ass. Mrs. Mike Adams, is it?"
"Well, maybe," I said with a grin.
"You little slut," she said with a playful squeeze of my breast.
"Ouch, that one hurts."
"Oh I'm sorry honey. I forgot that asshole brother hit you there."
"It is okay, just a little tender."
"How long have you known?"
"I did not know 100% for sure until now, but was starting to put it together when you were saying things about your daughter working as a secretary for a vice-president at a software company, and after all the name Erica is not exactly unheard of, but it is also not all that common."
"Does Simon know?"
"No, he has no clue, unless Mary said something to him, which I don't think she would do. Until you came along she was the only person I could really talk to and I swore her to silence. I would like to continue this conversation after your conversation with Simon. It would have to be just between us girls, but I think there are some things you should know."
"Has Erica allowed Simon to..."
"No, not that, at least not yet."
"Okay, you had me a little concerned."
"This really has been enlightening. I feel a lot better knowing our friendship will not end at midnight tonight. Or at least I hope not. I do really like you Erica, Kristie, whatever your name is." She was still smiling and I realized I now had a new very close friend. I just hoped it would develop into an even closer "friendship" as we grew to know each other better. She leaned in towards me kissing me tenderly on the lips.
Straightening up she asked, "Are you okay here. I would like to go talk to Simon while I'm still thinking straight."
"Sure, I'm fine. Elizabeth, he is a fine man. Don't judge him. Let him explain everything."
"Honey, don't worry about Simon and me. Our love for each other is much deeper than simply brother and sister. I do believe you are one person who understands what I'm saying."
I smiled and said, "I think I do."
Elizabeth rose from the side of the tub and headed downstairs to find her brother. Mary told her she thought he was out back of the house on the patio reading.
"Hey big brother."
"Hi Sis, how is Erica?"
"Erica your niece or Erica your sex slave?"
"You know what I mean."
"She is fine. I left her soaking in the tub. Eric really did a number on her. It scares me to think what he would have done if I had not confided in you and she had not used her safe word."
"Yes, I'm so happy it turned out as it did. I'm not sure how I could have handled it otherwise."
"We need to have a talk big brother, a serious talk."
"Okay, what is it, Sis. You know you can talk to me about anything."
"Yes I know and that's one of the things I love about our relationship and how close we are. I would like to talk to you about why you gave this beautiful young girl the name of your niece."
"Did you ask her?"
"Yes I did, but she told me it was something I should discuss with you."
"Really? Well okay, what do you want to know?"
"She explained why you named her, all about the fantasy and your right of ownership to name her, but she did not explain why of all names you could have selected, you decided to give her your niece's name."
"It is kind of hard to explain."
"I don't think it is. Let me take a stab at it and you tell me how close I'm to the truth. If I happen to hit this dead on the mark, remember she did not tell me any of this, it is just your sister's understanding of how your twisted mind works."
"Okay, if you think you understand me so well, let's have it, Sis."
"First off you go to an auction where a naked woman is displayed and sold to the highest bidder as a sex slave. Once you arrived at this auction you realized the woman to be sold was one of the sexiest and most beautiful women you had ever met. You get her back to your hotel room and every man's wet dream told you that you owned her and as such had the right to name her. How am I doing so far?"
"Not bad, but this you could have figured out by looking at her and from what she has told you."
"True. The next part is where your sister's knowledge of you comes into play. She tells you as her owner you have the right to name her. This gives you a hard cock and you think to yourself of a sexy name or the name of someone you know that you would give anything to be able to fuck. Out pops the name of our niece who in her own right is a beautiful young lady, but she is your niece. You figure by giving your niece's name to this creature standing, or kneeling before you that you could have your own little fantasy. Not only could you fantasize this was your sex slave, but you could also live the fantasy she was your niece and you could now have your way with a submissive woman, named Erica and live out you real life desire to fuck your sexy and beautiful niece."
"Am I getting pretty close big brother?"
"Do you have cameras and microphones in my bedroom?"
"That's what I thought. Little Sis knows you better than you thought, doesn't she? Actually I know how your mind and your cock are in sync with each other. A man who enjoys fucking his sister as much as you do isn't very difficult to figure out."
"Well, I can only say, in my own defense, I seized an opportunity to have my own fantasy."
"Why didn't you tell me about this fantasy? I thought we shared everything."
"I didn't want you to think I was a pervert."
"Really, buying another man's wife as your sex slave would not make me think you were at least a little kinky, if not actually a full blown pervert?"
"I guess I see your point."
"You guess? If you had come to me, I might have been able to make your fantasy a reality."
"Really?"
"Yes, your niece is a horny little slut and in case you did not realize it, which it appears you don't, she adores you. I'm certain she would have dropped her panties and grabbed her ankles for her Uncle Simon without hesitation if she had any idea you wanted to give your cock a bath in her pussy. After all it is not like you want to get her pregnant, like you tried to do with me, is it? You just believe she would be a great fuck, correct?"
Simon just sat there with a look like he had been caught.
"You don't want to get her pregnant, do you? Oh, okay, now I understand, you do want to plant your seed in your niece's fertile womb. What am I going to do with you big brother?"
"I know, you think I'm a pervert. I just can't help it and thought having my own little fantasy while the beautiful woman had her own fantasy would be a great idea. What could it hurt? I never intended for you to find out and thought I could keep it a secret. It should have known once you learned I gave this girl Erica's name, that you would figure it out. Just so you know, pretending she is Erica has given me some of the most powerful orgasms I have ever experienced."
"Just how many times have you fucked Kristie and pretended she was Erica and not your sex slave? Did she know you were having the fantasy she was Erica?"
"In answer to your first question, two or three times. For the second question, yes she knew and played along with my fantasy acting as if she was Erica and calling me Uncle. I think that was still her playing her slave fantasy in making her Master's wishes come true. Don't blame her for any of this. It was all my idea."
"Simon, I would never blame her or even think bad about you wanting to fuck my daughter. After all, on one hand she is a beautiful and very sexy young lady. We are not exactly what you would call sexually repressed. If fucking your own sister is okay with me, which obviously it was and still is, then fucking your niece is also acceptable, as long as she is agreeable to what you want of her."
"That's such a relief, Sis."
"As long as she wants to have your baby, I have no objection to you planting your seed in her. I just never want to see you do to any woman what I just witnessed my other brother do earlier."
"Never! I would never take a woman against her will. I may fantasize about it, but I'm not a rapist."
"I know you are a kind and gentle person, but I also thought that of Eric. What do you think came over him?"
"I have no idea, but I do intend to eventually get to the bottom this and figure it all out. It is my responsibility to understand it so if any of it had anything to do with me and my recent sexual escapades, I can make sure it never happens again. I do love kinky sex, but not anything that's against my partners will or anything that will seriously physically hurt anyone."
Looking relieved, Elizabeth said, "It is so nice we can communicate openly like this. I don't believe there is anything we can't discuss openly. In the future, big brother, come to me to discuss any of your fantasies or ideas. I will never judge you and in reality I like talking about sex, it gives me ideas for my own perversions."
Both brother and sister smiled at each other and shared a passionate kiss. Not the typical brother/sister kiss, at all.
"I have to get back upstairs and help your slave get ready for her day. I know she has to be starving. Can you have Mary whip something up for her, while I get her ready?"
"Sure and if she is still up for some play I have some ideas, I think you will enjoy, to create a little sexual energy."
"Sounds like fun, be down with her in about 30 minutes." With that Elizabeth turned and hurried up the stairs. Kristie, 'No, it is Erica at least for the rest of today,' I thought to myself, was still in the tub lying back with her eyes closed. She is a remarkable woman. Her beauty was evident both internally as well as her physical appearance.
"Hey sleeping beauty, your Master is having Mary get you something to eat that's not delivered from the tip of a man's cock."
I had to laugh at Elizabeth's comment. I had nothing to eat since noon yesterday. I was covered with food and served as a buffet table last night, but with the gag in my mouth I was not given anything to eat. I did suck several loads of cum into my stomach and while they were delicious, they were not exactly food. My stomach was growling and I looked forward to some of Mary's cooking.
Well into the night Mike and his personal secretary were caught up in a fucking frenzy. Neither one seemed to be able to get enough of the other. Since picking her up 24 hours earlier, Mike had learned a lot about Erica, her family and his own relationship with his secretary. After several hours, Erica's stamina finally wore Mike out. He collapsed from exhaustion and slept soundly with his young secretary's naked body snugly up against his own.
As the sun, once again woke him, he felt movement under the sheet. It took a couple of minutes to clear his mind and realize Erica was under the sheet with his cock in her mouth. If this wasn't paradise, he could not imagine what paradise must be. Laying there he enjoyed the sensations caused by her lips and tongue on his cock. He could feel his balls in one of her hands as her fingers lightly played across his asshole. As he moaned with pleasure, he heard the high pitch female giggle from Erica. "You doing okay boss?"
"I will be as long as you never stop what you are doing."
Not hearing a response he felt her efforts escalate. After a few minutes he could resist the urge no longer and put his hands on her head pushing her further onto his cock. He felt the beginnings of a strong eruption from deep in his balls and then his cum being expelled into this lovely girl's mouth. She kept swallowing as she gently squeezed his balls.
Mike laid there exhausted as Erica's smiling face emerged from under the sheet. "Boss, I thought a little dick-tation was in order for this morning. Do you mind me working on the weekend?"
"I suppose you will want overtime for working on Sunday."
"Sir, I believe according to the labor laws, you do owe me fair compensation for my efforts."
"If it is fair compensation you desire, I believe I can come up with something we can both agree on that will be acceptable."
Erica gave Mike a kiss as he tightly squeezed her ass. When their kiss broke he playfully slapped her ass and said, "Woman, fix your man some breakfast."
Jumping up and laughing she said, "Yes sir. I certainly don't want to get fired. I have worked too hard training my current boss to have to start over with another one. I enjoy my job too much to lose it just because he thinks women are on this planet simply to serve his every desire."
Mike grabbed for her, but she was already scampered out of his reach on her way out the door and down the stairs.
Mike stood in the shower thinking about the information Erica shared with him about her family. He wondered how he should approach the subject with Erica, or if he should wait until he had talked to Kristie. His cock started to grow and a smile came across his face as he remembered Kristie would be back in his arms tonight. Not that he was disappointed in any way with Erica, but she was not Kristie and after all, Kristie was his true love. Stepping out of the shower, Mike started to shave his face and was thinking about what he should wear down to breakfast. Should he go down to breakfast naked? He decided to put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt like he did yesterday. He knew when one person was dressed and the other was naked a sexual spark is created by the contrast. He remembered this from what Kristie had told him and how being displayed this past Friday had heightened her arousal by being the only one in the room who was nude. He headed down the stairs to see his cute little secretary.
She was busy at the stove when he entered. "Woman is my food ready?"
"No sir, but I'm doing my best, please sir."
"Woman, how do you expect me to keep my strength up so I can take care of my wench if I don't have nourishment?"
"Please sir, don't beat me. I'm working as fast as I can."
"Very well, I will let it pass this time. It does make me feel better seeing you properly dressed for my plans for you regarding today's activities."
Smiling sweetly Erica said, "Thank you sir. It brings me pleasure to know I have pleased you."
We both laughed and I gave her a spank on her tight little ass just before we sat down to eat.
"Mr. Adams, I will be right back. I need to run upstairs and borrow your wife's robe."
"No, stay here. I prefer you naked."
"But Mr. Adams, I feel so naked since you are dressed and I'm not."
"Erica that was the reason I put clothes on. I knew it would have this effect on you. It has the same effect on Kristie."
I saw her trying to hide her nudity with her hands and arms. "Erica, please don't do that. I gives me so much enjoyment looking at you. Please don't cover yourself." She dropped her hands and resumed eating. What a wonderful sight she was. I enjoyed my breakfast very much.
We ate in silence for a few moments. Erica really is a good cook and one does have to stop fucking now and then to take on additional fuel.
"Erica, I would like to continue our conversation from last night, if you don't mind."
"I guess it is okay. It was very personal and hard for me to discuss. I probably shared too much, but it felt like the thing to do."
"Erica, I know it was and I feel honored you have the confidence in me that allowed you to share it. Now that you shared something so intimate, I believe it is time I shared some information with you. I will not reveal to anyone what you told me, and trust you to keep what I'm about to share with you in confidence."
"Mr. Adams, I assure you our discussions will go no further."
"I know Erica. I honestly do trust you."
I paused looking into my plate and then looked up at this sweet girl in whom I was about to share my deepest and darkest secrets. She had shared some pretty personal information with me, it is only right I share with her.
"Erica, this is going to be a long story so let's get a little more comfortable and go in the living room."
Stripping off my shorts and taking my shirt off, I sat down on the love seat. "Please, honey, come sit on my lap while I share my secrets with you."
Erica sat on my lap leaning against my arm around her back. I pulled her close and gave her a long passionate kiss. "I can't get enough of your kisses. Okay, you deserve to know more about Kristie and me. First I want you to know, I love that lady with my entire body and soul. My life would be incomplete without her. You need to understand that before I tell you more, because regardless of what I tell you or what you think of me, our love is solid as is our marriage. You may doubt this after I tell you what I have to share, but trust me it is the absolute truth. I love that woman."
I held her close and without saying anything she just looked into my eyes and nodded showing me she understood.
"Honey, I adore you but I have been hesitant to tell you what I'm about to reveal. I'm hesitant because I don't want to hurt you in any way or for you to think less of me. In light of what has happened in the past few days, with your talk with Kristie and her asking you to spend an intimate weekend with me, I feel you deserve to know what I'm about to reveal."
As I spoke I could not keep my hands still and gently fondled her breast that was closest to me. I ran my hands over her stomach and inner thighs. I was not trying to arouse her, even though I think it did, I was just releasing nervous energy as I was explaining our marriage, our swinging lifestyle, how Kristie and I have sex with others, but only with each other's knowledge, and on and on. I put it all out there for her to process.
Erica nodded her head now and then showing she was following along and that she understood what I was saying. I explained our sexual exploits were almost always outside the immediate area and very few people close to home knew of our somewhat unusual sexual practices. Then I came to the Birthday Fantasy tradition we had begun several years earlier. As I told her the details of some of the past fantasies I had arranged for Kristie my cock started to rise. I could feel my cock resting against Erica's buttocks. She smiled letting me know she felt it on her skin.
"Erica, now we come to the part that may upset you. In a way it involves you. Do you want me to continue, or I can just stop and we can enjoy the remainder of the day."
"What does the next part have to do with me?"
"It is about why Kristie is not here and about some people I met at a hotel Friday evening."
"Do you think I should hear this information?"
"That's hard to answer, I know it will clear up some questions you most likely have, but it could also have the effect of creating new questions you had no idea even existed."
"Well, we have some this far and it is evident this topic is arousing to you given what I'm feeling on my ass." She grinned and went on, "Boss, I think I can handle anything you want to share. I trust you would not share it with me if you did not think it was important and I can see it is weighing heavily on your mind. So, please just keep playing with my tit, it feels good, and take me down the rabbit hole."
"Good, I think you will be glad you learned this. First off, before I get too far, I want you to know Kristie told me she thinks you are really cute and is attracted to you, sexually. She told me she very much wants to get to know you much better, if you know what I mean."
Erica blushed and said, "I do believe I do, Mr. Adams. And to be blunt, I have wondered what her pussy tasted like as well. I look forward to getting to know Mrs. Adams and becoming close friends." With a huge smile she said, "If you are good and play your cards right we may even let you watch us or maybe even join in."
My cock surged at her comment. Erica laughed when she felt it pulse against her ass.
"The reason Kristie is gone this weekend is because yesterday was her birthday." Erica looked at me as if to ask, so what does that have to do with anything. Then the light came on in her eyes as she remembered me telling her about Kristie's birthday fantasies. She said, "Oh, I see. What was her fantasy this year?"
"I have been working for a month to set up one of her all-time favorites." As I continued to stroke Erica's tit and talk, she listened intently hanging on my every word. I explained the auction and that some friends had found ten of their friends to bid on the "sex slave" who was to be auctioned. I could feel the moisture from her pussy on my leg as the story was starting to arouse her. I explained in detail the "Inspection Hour" and all that occurred during the auction. I even told her there was a video tape of the auction being put together if she wanted to see it sometime later. Erica never said a word as I was talking. She did move her hand to my chest and started playing with my nipples, which are very sensitive. Then I got to the part where Kristie was finally sold. I did not mention how much her Uncle paid, but did tell her I had met him and the few details of the events I knew of that occurred before I left Kristie with Erica's uncle. I ended the story telling her I was to pick Kristie up at midnight tonight.
Erica sat there for quite a while in silence. It was obvious she was thinking about what I had said and was processing it.
"Mr. Adams I want to discuss this further, but before we do, I need your cock in my ass right now. I want you to bend me over a chair dip your cock in my cunt and fuck my ass hard. Please, Mr. Adams, I'm so turned on right now and really need this."
Never to disappoint a lady, I lifted her in my arms and placed her over the back of a chair Kristie and I had used for this exact same purpose many times. As she hung over the chair, Erica said, "That was the hottest thing I have ever heard. I have never been this turned on in my life. Hurry, please fuck me, fuck me hard!"
I put my cock to her pussy and pushed into her effortlessly. She was so wet her natural lubrication was running down her thighs. I pulled out and lined up with her asshole. With no preparation, I pushed gently until my glans was past her sphincter. Once that far I did not stop and continued to push all the way into her until I could feel my balls resting against her cunt.
"Hold on honey, this may hurt a little."
"I don't care, I just need an aggressive man to fuck me, Mr. Adams. I need to be fucked hard, not made love to." She was referring to our conversation from the previous night.
"Baby that's exactly what I'm going to do." Gripping her hips in both hands I began fucking her ass like one would fuck a pussy. I could hear her cries for me to fuck her ass and to ram myself into her harder. It did not take long for her and I to both have massive orgasms and collapse.
"Mr. Adams, your cock felt so good. I needed that more than you will ever know."
"Let's just rest a minute and then we can go take a shower and discuss this in more detail."
"Sounds good, but please don't pull out of me yet. I like feeling you in my ass."
"I like that. Just relax baby. I'm happy you now know everything. I hope knowing this is not upsetting to you."
"It does not upset me at all. It does give reason to ask a lot more questions that I believe my mother will need to answer, but that will wait until another day. Right now I just want to enjoy the feeling of you inside me."
As Mistress Elizabeth and I descended the staircase, I detected wonderful aromas from the kitchen. I was so hungry and needed something to eat. I entered the dining room and found Master sitting at the table, smiling as he saw me.
"Erica, you are beautiful as always. Elizabeth has prepared you perfectly. Thank you Elizabeth."
"Simon, you are very welcome. She is such a joy, it was my pleasure. As for doing such a good job, it did not take much, her natural beauty is difficult to enhance."
"Erica, please sit. Mary will bring your plate. I know you must be starving. Are you feeling better?"
"Yes Master, much better."
"I hate to ask this, but feel I must. Are you absolutely sure you want to continue? It bothers me that this violates the agreement I signed."
"Yes Master, I have thought about it and I'm very sure."
"Excellent! I'm so happy to hear those words from you."
As he was speaking, Mary brought the plate with an assortment of luncheon treats. Each was delicious. As I stuffed my stomach I listened as Master and Mistress Elizabeth talked about the events planned for today. They spoke as if I was not even present.
I finally finished the delicious lunch. Keeping my head lowered in a submissive position I waited for one of them to speak. Master spoke first.
"Pet, do you like horseback riding?"
Without having to think about the question I said, "Yes Master. I love horses."
"Good, I think the three of us can go for a ride and give you a little break from being stuffed with cock."
"I would like to go for a horseback ride, but I also enjoy riding my Master's cock."
"I know you do, but that cute little cunt has taking a beating this morning and I also need a little rest. You have worn me out and I'm not sure if my cock will ever get hard again."
"Master, if I may speak."
"Of course. Please"
"Master's slave does not believe Master's cock will never get hard again. Master's slave would love to prove her point."
Laughing he said, "Precious pet, you are so cute and so sexually energetic despite what you have been through. I'm have no doubt of your ability to get me to rise for the opportunity of fucking your cunt, but I would like to take you for a nice ride and enjoy nature as well as this beautiful day. After all, when was the last time you got to play the role of Lady Godiva?"
That's when it struck me, what was I thinking? On this ride, I said I wanted to take, I would be naked. What if someone saw us? It is not my place to question the desires of the man who owns me. I will do as he commands. On this topic he gave me a choice and I had made it. Now I have to live with it. "Master I have never ridden a horse naked."
"That's just as I expected. This will be a fun experience. I know Mistress Elizabeth and I will enjoy it as much or more than you."
I kept thinking about the conversation we had the previous morning, when he gave me a question to think about and told me he would request an answer sometime today. In my heart I accepted the fact I was very attracted to this man. Was it just lust and the fantasy, or was it possible it went deeper? Of one thing I was certain and that was that I really missed my husband. I did not what the fantasy to end, but I also needed to feel Mike's arms holding me. How would I'mswer Master's questions later today?
After we finished eating, Mistress Elizabeth pulled my chair from the table and in her hands were those dreaded clamps for my nipples. I stood still as she clamped them firmly to my areolas. Even though this was much better than the tip of my nipples, they still hurt.
As Mistress Elizabeth held the chain connecting my tits she said, "Honey, you will remove your shoes to go horseback riding."
She led me by the chain as we went outside and to the stables, where the day before I had seen the large black man working. I had seen the stables from a distance as I walked around the estate. Going in the stables, I saw the older black man. He seemed so much larger at this distance. His complexion was very dark and his arms had massive muscles. I figure it was from swinging the big hammer I had seen him using to beat on the anvil. My nudity embarrassed me. I should be accustomed to this by now, but knowing this stranger, I had not met before now, was seeing me wearing only a collar and nipple clamps was very embarrassing.
"Ben, I don't believe you have met Erica."
I saw his mouth full of white teeth shine in contrast to his skin as he smiled.
"No, Mr. Simon, I have not had the pleasure. She is one fine looking young lady. What a coincidence, she has the same name as little Erica."
"Yes, quite a coincidence, don't you think?" responded Elizabeth, as she gave Simon a glance.
"Yes sir, and she is just as pretty as Ms. Erica, if I do say so myself."
"I must agree, she is a beauty."
Were they talking about me as a human or as a piece of livestock? It sounded as if they were appraising me like one would a well bred mare. I saw Ben look at me and Master with a questioning look, evidently attempting to figure out what was going on.
"Ben, Erica has told me she would like to go for a horseback ride. Isn't that right Erica?"
Master was looking directly at me and I had to answer this direct question, the problem was when I addressed Master, Ben would have even more questions, but I had no choice in the matter as I said, "Yes Master, that's correct."
Ben's eyes shot open wide, as I knew they would, when he heard me speak the word "Master." Taking his chin between his thumb and forefinger he looked at me and asked, "Pretty little thing, did you just address Mr. Simon as Master?"
"Yes Sir."
"Mr. Simon, may I ask what is going on here?"
Master spoke, "Ben, our little beauty here has a fantasy of being a sex slave. I bought her Friday night at an auction, where she was the only livestock for sale. I own her as my own personal property until midnight tonight when unfortunately I have to return her to her normal life.
I saw Ben adjusting his cock through his pants as he said, "Shit, Mr. Simon! That's both very strange and extremely hot! My people were sold as slaves and history has told us some were used to satisfy the owner's sexual needs. They were used for breeding purposes, but here we have this pretty white girl who wants to be used. Mr. Simon, may I ask a question?"
"Sure Ben, anything."
"Well, sir, if she is your sex slave is there a chance I could use her for a few minutes?"
"What do you think Mistress Elizabeth?"
"Ben has always been a good employee. We are always asking him to do something for us and he never fails to exceed our expectations. I see no reason to deny him a little enjoyment, especially since you now own your very own sex slave who could make him feel so good."
I heard Master say, "Ben, if you have time, feel free to use her, but only her mouth. She had a pretty rough time earlier and that cunt of hers needs a rest. If a hand job or blow job would help you out, I see no harm. Would you like that?"
"Sir, I would surely appreciate feeling this pretty little mouth of hers on my manhood, yes Sir, I surely would."
Looking at me Master said, "You heard the man. He is in need of the use of your body. Hurry up and take care of him so we can get going on our ride."
Looking back to Ben, he said, "Ben, you make sure she swallows every last drop of your seed. She has a very nice mouth. When you are finished could you get three horses ready for us? Two will need to be saddled, Erica will ride hers bareback."
Smiling a huge smile, Ben said, "Yes Sir, Mr. Simon. I will get those horses ready for you." Smiling he looked at me and with two fingers motioned for me to come to him and kneel at his feet. "I'm surely going to enjoy using this pretty white girl's mouth and put my man seed right in her stomach."
Upon kneeling I looked up at this large man. He pointed to his crotch and said, "Missy you know what a man needs. I'm sure you don't need to be told."
I looked at his belt and began unfastening it. I then unzipped his pants and found a semi-erect cock that lived up to all stereotypes regarding the size of a black man's cock. I had sucked and fucked black men before, but none of them were as large as Ben.
Taking him fully into my mouth was going to be impossible unless my jaw was dislocated, but I was pretty sure with a little effort I could get his glans fully in my mouth.
I was successful, but even then it made my jaw ache being stretched so wide. I used my hands to play with his large balls and stroke his shaft, while my tongue circled the head of his cock and played with the hole his seed would be expelled from. He was probably in his mid to late 60s and getting him hard took a lot of work. I tried every trick I had learned to make a man cum. I ran my fingers over and around his anus. His moans as I touched him let me know what was working and I concentrated on those.
I did not have any lubrication to use other than my own cunt juice or saliva. As I was doing this Ben was guiding me with his hands on my head. I was afraid he was going to attempt to thrust deep into my mouth and throat and knew I could not accommodate him. As he approached his climax, he gripped my head tighter and said, "Little missy, get ready I'm going to fill that pretty white mouth with my black baby making seed. Oh, yes, missy, I'm going to give you a taste of the seed from my black balls." With that he did pull himself into me a little, but was not near as forceful as I feared. I was able to take his cum and swallow every drop. I kept looking into his eyes all the time and he gave me a very large smile and said, "Pretty white lady, you just made this old man very happy. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."
Here I was being used by this old guy to dump his cum into my stomach and I was touched by his tenderness. I was really happy I was able to give him this moment of intense pleasure. As a bonus, his cum tasted pretty good.
Ben said, "Missy, if you want you can help me get the horses ready." I told him I would like that. As I retrieved the bridles, halters and saddles Ben had shown me he needed, he asked, "Missy, why do you have those nasty clamps on your titties? It looks like those would hurt."
"They do hurt Ben, but it makes my Master and Mistress happy that I wear them, so I endure the pain in order to bring them pleasure. After I have had them on for a while they don't hurt as bad, but then the worst part that hurts more than anything is when they are removed. That's much more painful."
"That's really something to see. You really do enjoy this thing of being someone's sex slave don't you?"
"Yes, for several years this has been a fantasy of mine. I just now got the chance to make it come true, even if only for a weekend."
He laughed and said, "Missy, you can be my sex slave anytime you want."
Smiling I said, "I will keep that in mind if I ever need a big strong man to use me."
He just smiled and continued to get the horses ready. Once they were ready he said, "Missy, you need to be careful. That pussy of yours is very soft and pretty, but I'm afraid the short stiff hair from the horses back is going to rub on your soft skin. You will want to stop and get off frequently allowing your tender pussy to recover. Would you mind if an old man tasted that to see if it is as sweet as it looks?"
"Ben, I have no say in the matter. You need to ask Master and I think if you ask him, he will let you, but my pussy belongs to him and he said I could only give you a hand job or blow job. Between us, I would really like for you to get a taste of me." I smiled my sexiest smile as I explained this to him.
"Hot Damn! I'm going to ask. Don't you go and get in a hurry to get on that horse until I get me a taste. You go fetch your Master and Mistress and tell them the horses are ready."
Without saying anything else I went to the house and told them Ben had the horses ready. Master asked me if I had taken care of Ben. I said, "Yes Master, I did as you instructed, but I think Ben has something to ask you."
"Oh, really. Okay, let's go see what he needs and then we can head out on our ride."
Upon reaching the stables, Master asked, "Ben, did my sex slave take care of you and swallow every drop of your cum?"
"Yes Sir she surely did. She is one mighty fine sex slave, if you ask me."
"She told me you had something else you wanted to ask me."
"Well Mr. Simon, if you don't mind that little pussy of hers looks so pretty and sweet, I was wondering if you would mind if I just tasted her pussy to see if it is as sweet as it looks?"
Laughing Master said, "Of course. You can take my word for it that it is the sweetest I have ever tasted, but every man is entitled to sample for himself and make his own determination."
"Thank you Mr. Simon. I truly appreciate this."
Ben was standing next to a split rail fence. He looked at me and motioned for me to come to him. He lifted me effortlessly onto the top rail of the fence and said, "Missy, open those legs wide and let me get a good taste. Hold onto the fence post so you don't fall off."
I did as he told me. The split rail fence had sharp edges and was very rough. I hoped I did not get a splinter in my ass cheeks. I felt Ben's lips and then his tongue on my clit. I knew I was giving him plenty of juice to get his sample taste of me. It did take him quite some time to get his sample. I saw Master and Mistress smiling as they watched Ben eating me. When they saw I was really enjoying Ben's attention to my pussy, Mistress knew I was on the verge of having a mind blowing orgasm. She told Ben that was enough since she did not want me to be allowed to cum.
Ben looked at me and said, "Missy, you have the prettiest and sweetest little cunt I have ever tasted." He turned to Master and said, "Mr. Simon, thank you for letting me taste her. You are right, she is mighty good."
I was embarrassed as he grabbed me and lifted me down form the fence. He stroked my breasts and gave the chain connecting the clamps a tug, which caused me to moan from the pain. "Sorry if that hurt Missy, but just had to give that chain one little tug. You all have a nice ride and Missy, you remember what I told you about that horse hair and your cute pussy."
The horse I was on was a mare and I was assured she was very gentle. She was not nearly as large as the horse Master was riding. I was glad she was smaller, it made it easier for me to get my legs around her and ride her.
Master asked, "Pet, what was Ben talking about back there? He said something about horse hair and your pussy."
"Master he said riding bareback would cause the course little hairs on the horse's back to irritate my pussy, and I should stop frequently to allow my pussy to recover."
"Okay, I was wondering what he was talking about. I can see where the hair might get a little uncomfortable, but I would think the constant rubbing of your clit on the horse would also give you pleasure."
"Yes Master, it does feel good."
As we rode, the trail we were on appeared to be well traveled, but we had not yet seen anyone else. Since it was Sunday afternoon and I thought others would be out riding. I surmised it would only be a matter of time before we ran into some of them.
As we continued our ride, it did not take long before I began to understand very clearly what Ben had warned me about. It felt like a million tiny needles were pressing against the lips of my pussy. I did not want to say anything, but was hopeful we would be stopping to take a break very soon.
We came upon a pretty little pond surrounded by a thick grove of trees. Master announced, "We will stop and give the horses a break and a drink of water." I was so glad to hear this and could hardly wait to get off the horse and give my pussy a break. Master helped me down from the horse.
Master and Mistress were sitting close to the water as they talked. Master had me sitting next to him. His hand idly stroked my inner thigh as he talked to his sister. His touch felt good, but my pussy felt like it was on fire from the irritation of the horse hair. Master looked over at me and said, "Isn't it a beautiful day? Please feel free to speak. How do you like this scenery?"
"Master, it is very pretty. Do you care if I go sit in the water for a minute? Maybe the water will soothe the irritation to my pussy."
He lifted his hand from my thigh and said, "Go right ahead. The pond has a sand bottom just like a beach. You will not get muddy, just move on down and sit in the water, maybe that will help."
Mistress Elizabeth said, "Come here child let me take a look at your pussy." I moved closer to her and she separated my legs looking at me. She looked up at me then at Master and said, "Simon her pussy really is very irritated." Turning back to me she said, "I think your nipples have been clamped long enough. Let me take those off."
My nipples were numb and were not hurting right now. I knew when she removed them there would be intense pain as the circulation was restored. "Yes Mistress."
I know she knew what she was doing, because as Mistress Elizabeth pinched the clamps to open the jaws, she was looking into my eyes to see the pain reflected in my eyes. "Erica, you will not touch your breasts as I remove these. Let the pain flow through you."
I desperately wanted to massage them to relieve the pain, but knew it was forbidden for me to touch them. I knew a dominate person would want to be the one to massage them, if they were to be massaged. I realized this intense pain, was making my pussy wet. I could even feel it leaking from inside me. I had heard of conditioning a person to associate pain with sexual pleasure. Is this what they had done to me with the flogger, the ginger, clamps and everything else that had caused me such pain? It certainly seemed like that's what was happening. I did know for sure when I felt pain, my pussy was sure to be getting wet.
Mistress Elizabeth said, "Good, I'm sure that feels much better, now go and sit in the cool water and let your cunt recover from the ride. I believe later your Master is going to be needing to use you to give himself some relief."
"Yes Mistress."
I walked to the edge of the water and put my foot in the cool, almost cold water. Even though it was 90 degrees out, the water in the pond felt cold. I was most likely from all the trees around the pond shading it and keeping the water from heating up like it would if in direct sunlight.
I was trying to slowly acclimate my body to the cold water when I heard voices and horses approaching.
I heard a male voice say, "Let's stop and give the horses a drink."
This was immediately followed by a female voice, "Good looks like three other riders are already here."
It sounded like only two riders approaching. In a panic trying to hide my naked body I rushed into deeper water until I was neck deep if the cold water.
Master and Mistress Elizabeth smiled as they realized what I was attempting to do. In the moment I had forgotten all about my pussy and nipples. I was shivering as my body was adjusting to the sudden change brought on by the water.
I heard the man yell, "Hey over there. Hello. Beautiful day for a ride."
Master answered, "Yes it is. Come on over and visit."
I saw the man appear from behind the trees with a woman. She appeared to be in her early 50s and he was more likely in his early to mid-60s. They led their horses to the edge of the water allowing them to get a drink.
The man asked, "You from around here?"
"Yes, this is my sister Elizabeth and I'm Simon Cole. I live in the house near the trail head."
The woman said, "Oh yes, we know the house. I comment on how pretty it is every time we ride this trail. It is such a magnificent old stone structure."
The man said, "We don't get down this way very often. This is my wife Susan and I'm Henry Alders." He looked around and was visibly startled as just then he had noticed me. "I saw three horses, and figured there were three of you, but I just now see the other rider. Guess she got hot and is cooling off?"
"Oh, yes" Master said, "This is Erica. She is one of our servants."
Susan was looking at me with a questioning look on her face. "What is she doing in the water? Dear, are you hot?"
Master smiled and motioned with his arm, "Erica, come on out and meet the Alders." I shook my head no, but realized he would not let me avoid this embarrassment. He simply said, "Nonsense, Erica you don't want to be rude and embarrass me in front of this nice couple, do you?"
I realized I had no choice if I wanted to avoid a punishment. I did not say anything and began my embarrassing walk toward shallow water. As my titties cleared the water, I heard Susan's voice, "Henry, look at that pretty little thing! Do you see what I see?"
"Yes dear, I do. Looks like Mr. Cole has a very pretty servant who was trying to cool off and maybe hide from us. That's okay Mr. Cole, she is embarrassed."
"Nonsense she is a beautiful woman and has no reason to be embarrassed of her body. Come on Erica we are waiting."
Laughing Susan said, "I must agree with you Mr. Cole, she certainly is a pretty little thing."
About then my hips came into view and she said, "Pay attention dear, I think the view is going to improve even more."
Master said, "Come on over Erica. Be sociable, I want you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Alders."
Susan said in a mock scolding tone, "Henry, put your tongue back in our mouth. She obviously wants you to look at her, but leave the poor thing some sense of modesty. Your tongue is hanging out of your mouth."
Everyone laughed except me. I was blushing too much to laugh. I carried my arms at my sides, knowing I would get in trouble if I tried to conceal my body.
As I had been instructed I walked up to the couple and offered my hand in a handshake of greeting, but both refused my hand and wrapped their arms around my naked body giving me a hug. After the hug Henry stood there still staring at me. He said only one word, "Beautiful."
Susan said, "My Henry has always been one to understate the obvious." She looked at me saying, "Dear I think your beauty has awakened his dormant cock." Looking at Henry she said, "Isn't that right Henry?"
Henry was still openly staring at me when he said, "Yes dear, have you ever laid eyes on anything as pretty as her?"
"I must admit, I never in my life looked that nice. Honey you really are quite a looker. I'm sure you already known this but I must say your body is stunning."
Henry looked at Master, smiled and said, "Simon, I don't know where you find your servants, but I would sure like the name of the company you use to find your employees."
Master said, "Yes she is quite a find. Not only is she beautiful, she has a sex drive like none I have ever seen. It just can't be quenched."
"As my wife said, my cock is normally limp without the help of my little blue pills, but this little lady has awakened the sleeping giant."
Susan said, "Honey you have accomplished wonders with the old fart, but I'm not sure I agree it is a giant that you have awakened."
Again everyone laughed, including me. I blushed and said, "Thank you sir. I'm flattered."
"Honey, I have a feeling this is not the first time you have done that. I imagine you have that effect on all the men who see you. I would not have believed it was possible, but as you can see for yourself, seeing you is working magic on me."
"Susan, we need to get moving. I know a little clearing up the trail where you are going to help me ease this pressure."
"Henry!"
"Well I feel like a 20 year old man and need to stick it somewhere."
I saw a little smile on Master's face and had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. I could see it coming and was thinking to myself, no, please don't say anything. Don't offer me again. I will be so embarrassed. Then I heard Master say, "Henry, I have an idea. If Susan does not care, I know Erica would be happy to help you out with your condition. If you are shy please take the blanket in my saddle bag and take Erica into the trees. Susan is more than welcome to go along and watch if she wants."
Master continued as he talked directly to Henry. "I don't want to embarrass Erica or the other ladies, but man to man, this little filly is the best fuck I have ever had. If she made your cock hard, it is her responsibility to relieve it for you."
I saw Henry look at his wife and she said, "You might as well let her do it. It is not every day you get a chance to stick that old cock in a cunt as pretty as hers, but if you do use her cunt, I'm going to watch."
The smile on Henry's face was all it took for me to know I was about to be used by another man for his enjoyment. Without being told to do so, I knew what was coming and walked over to the horse and got the blanket out of the bag. Henry pointed to a semi-secluded clearing through the trees. Both Henry and Susan followed me to the location Henry had selected.
I spread the blanket and asked Henry how he would like me. He said, "Honey I would take you anyway I can get you, but if it is all the same to you, just lay down on your back and spread those long legs." He turned to his wife and said, "Honey, it would be so hot if you would put my cock in her cunt."
"That would be fun. Sweetie, do you mind if I touch your pussy and put my husband's cock in you?"
"No ma'am I don't mind at all, and I'm sure Henry will enjoy it. After all I'm here for his enjoyment."
Looking up at Henry, I said, Henry pretend I'm just a slave and you are fucking me for your own pleasure. I assure you I will be enjoying it, but I like to be fucked hard and I like the person fucking to have no thoughts about whether or not I'm enjoying it or whether or not I'm going to cum. Can you do that for me?"
"Honey, you keep taking like that and I will cum before I even get in you. You are hotter than a firecracker. Susan, put me in her cunt so I can fill her with my cream."
I felt the woman's hand spreading my lips so she could place her husband's cock in my body. As my lips were spread I heard her exclaim, "Henry! Look at this." It startled me and at first I had no idea what she was taking about.
"Henry, the hood covering her little clit is pierced. Look at the ring through her." I felt her playing with the ring piercing my clit hood. The sensation of her manipulation of that little piece of gold was sending shock waves through me. If she did this much more, I would be gushing all over her fingers.
"Honey she has got to be the hottest piece of ass I have ever seen. I hope you are not offended how much she excites me."
"Not at all, Love. I'm so happy we found her and you have this opportunity. Now get back on her and let me put your cock in her darling little cunt."
Susan once again held me open as she fed Henry's hard cock into me. I knew the moment he felt my pussy against his glans because he shoved his full length into me at once taking my breath away. He immediately began pumping into me so hard I was convinced he was going to have a heart attack.
"Yes, Henry. Give me your big hard cock. Fill my cunt with your man milk. Fill me full you magnificent stud. Henry, your cock is so big. Fuck me harder Henry. Ram that wonderful cock deep in me. Make me your bitch slave, Henry."
Unfortunately my verbal teasing and his lack of sex for so long meant he was not going to be able too last very long. I felt him stiffen and like most men when they cum, he pushed himself deep into me as far as he could. I have heard it is a natural primal breeding instinct for all male animals to get their cock deep inside their female as far as possible to plant their seed. Getting it deep in the female gives the sperm the best chance to impregnate the female. Every man I can think of who has cum in me, has done this same primitive act of trying to get his cum as deep into me as possible. Even though they know I'm on birth control and they will not get me pregnant, the instinct to give their seed the best chance to impregnate the female is still there.
After Henry's spasms finally faded away, he laid on top of me trying to recover from the exertion. I wrapped my arms around him and held him as his breathing and heart rate returned to normal. As I held him, Susan moved in closer and idly stroked my breast and rolled my hard nipple between the pads of her fingers. Her touch felt really nice. When Henry got up off of me, she bent over and gave me a passionate kiss and whispered in my ear, "Thank you dear. You made my Henry and me very happy today. It has been a very long time since he has been able to perform with a woman. You have given him his confidence back that he is still a man in every way. I know he was too fast for you to enjoy it much, but I do appreciate what you did for him." Her comments were very touching. I really appreciated her kindness and her thoughtful comments. Her sincere appreciation of my efforts was obvious.
As they began walking hand in hand back to the pond and their horses, I folded the blanket and followed. I could see them speaking to Master and Mistress, but was unsure what was being said. By the time I reached Master, Mr. and Mrs. Alders were mounting their horses and waved saying, "Thank you for a wonderful time."
Master looked at me and asked, "Do you have any idea what impact you had on that couple today?"
"Master, I think so. It brought me such joy to be able to lift their spirits in a way only I was able to do. I feel so warm and good. Thank you for allowing them to use my body."
"It was all you, I had nothing to do with it."
"Master, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but if you had not brought me here and forced me to meet them and then given them permission to use me, it would not have happened. All I did was give Mr. Alders some verbal encouragement and provide him with a warm wet hole for his cock."
Both he and Mistress looked at me and just smiled without saying a word. I smiled back and blushed at the obvious complement their look of appreciation implied.
"We better head back to the house. I intend on getting as much of that sweet little ass of yours as I can before I have to return it to the rightful owner."
Who was he implying was the rightful owner of my ass? Me, or was he talking about my husband Mike? I would have to think about that. Actually I thought of Mike as the rightful owner. After all I'm his wife, so I belong to him. I'm very old fashioned in many of my thoughts regarding the relationship between a husband and wife and very unconventional on other aspects of the relationship. For now we were heading back to the house and I was confident the three of us were going to have a lot of fun before this day ended.
The time for me to leave was fast approaching and I was not sure how I felt, or how I was going to answer Master's pending question. Well, that's not exactly correct, I knew exactly how I felt. I was totally and utterly confused about my feelings. I decided to ignore this dilemma and enjoy my role as the best slave a woman could be for a man in the time remaining.
"Liz, if you don't mind, would you take Erica to my room and clean her up after that trail ride. Make sure you clean her cunt and ass inside and out."
Not a problem Simon. It will be my pleasure.
"Oh yea, before you go Liz there is one more thing. Before you bring her back for me to use and play with, please take two or three hours for yourself and use her however you would most enjoy using her. Last night, as I was using her, she told me she would like it if I gave her to you for a while today for your own personal enjoyment."
"Thanks Simon. I do appreciate that. I will enjoy her and bring her to you afterwards, ready for your use."
"Good, I will be around the house somewhere when you finish."
"Come slave, we need to get that filthy dirt washed off of you and clean cum from your cunt. I want a clean slave to play with."
"Yes Mistress."
I followed her up the stairs into the master bath. Remembering to stay in full slave mode I was in character and was very happy. I kept thinking to myself I needed to enjoy what was left of my birthday fantasy. Although I would like to repeat this fantasy, it had been very complicated to set up and this may be the last time I had the opportunity to enjoy this fantasy role.
Maybe I could convince Mike to treat me as his sex slave. Yea, that was a possibility, but it would not be the same. Other than my time with Eric, I was enjoying every second of this, even with the embarrassment and humiliation I had suffered. The humiliation and embarrassment had all been difficult, but being pushed beyond my comfort zone and be forced to display my nudity and the other things I had been forced to do, were all extremely erotic. Even the ginger root had been exciting, but it was an experience I'm not eager to repeat. I certainly hoped Master did not see allowing the root he has already carved and is ready to be inserted in me going to waste, as a bad thing. Throwing it in the trash would be just fine with me.
"I will draw your bath. Then I will wash you good, inside and out. Once you are properly cleaned you will bathe me and pamper me as you would your lover, because that's exactly what I'm going to be, so you better make sure you get every bit of me clean. I warn you, I love a tongue in my ass."
"Yes Mistress."
I relaxed in the water as Mistress gently scrubbed the trail dust from me. It was nice giving control of my body to this woman. Her hands were soft and gentle. She turned me every which way making sure I was cleaned. My asshole received a particularly good scrubbing. Before I knew it, she had washed my hair, douched my cunt several times and given me several more enemas. Again, I received more than was necessary to get me clean. It was now time to care for my Mistress.
"Undress me slave."
"Yes Mistress."
"Do you find my body attractive, slave?"
"Yes Mistress, very much so."
"Ummm, I like that. You are beautiful, but you find me attractive as well."
"Yes Mistress. Your skin is soft and your legs are so long and pretty. Your nipples are the perfect size on your firm titties. What could anyone not like about you?"
Using the loofah I gently scrubbed her skin. I paid particular attention to her nipples and between her legs. I made sure her pussy was clean both on the outside and inside. I put soap on my hand and scrubbed her ass really well. I had a feeling from the way she had told me to clean her that I was going to be having some very intimate contact with her little pucker hole. Constantly on the alert that I was causing discomfort, I pushed my soapy fingers past her sphincter and cleaned inside her as much as possible. She actually appeared to enjoy the penetration of my fingers into her bottom.
"Ummm, that feels good. Do you like having your ass penetrated?"
"Yes Mistress. I love the feeling of my ass being filled. I especially enjoy a thick hard cock filling me."
"I know what you mean. I also like having my ass fucked. All those sensitive nerve endings make it feel so good. I enjoy licking the ass of another woman. It is so decadent, but also very erotic."
"Yes Mistress. It is very enjoyable. Mistress, if I may, do you prefer being with men or women?"
"I don't really have a preference. It really depends on the person. If it is a woman I have a strong relationship with, then I very much enjoy the touch of a woman, but a man who knows how to make a woman his, is one I enjoy surrendering to. I like to dominate a female lover and to be dominated by a male. How about you?"
"I like to dominated by my lover whether that me male or female. I guess I prefer men, but do find great joy in being with a woman. I find myself attracted to beautiful women such as you and your daughter." I watched for a reaction when I mentioned her daughter, but did not detect any negative reaction to the comment.
After rinsing her newly cleansed skin, she stood and I dried her entire body. I brushed her hair and applied perfume in the locations she specified. As I worked on her she began discussing her daughter. "We talked about Erica earlier and you suggested I talk to Simon. I did that and would like to discuss the matter in more depth now. Just how well do you know my daughter?"
"I first met her when my husband hired her and have seen her at various social occasions. I have talked to her on the phone a few times when I call the office. The conversation she told you about occurred just before the auction."
"She normally comes over the see me on Sundays, but she told me she had something related to work this weekend and would not be able to come over. I told her that was fine since Simon had told me he wanted me here for the weekend. Is what she told me about you asking her to look after your husband this weekend fairly accurate?"
"Yes, it is very accurate."
"Care to enlighten me?"
"I knew I would be away from the house the entire weekend and I knew my husband would be sitting at home thinking about me. My husband and I have an open marriage, but one in which we keep no secrets and tell each other about our sexual experiences with others. It is not as promiscuous as it sounds, but we do have sex with others. I probably should not say anything, but I think you know, my husband has been using his secretary for more than filing papers and answering the phone, if you understand what I'm saying."
"I believe I understand. Erica is very attractive and very open sexually, so I can see how she would not hold back if given the opportunity."
"Well I knew about their attraction to each other and thought maybe she would look out after Mike and keep his mind on something other than his wife fulfilling her fantasy as a sex slave."
"By keeping his mind on my daughter's pussy?" she asked grinning as she said it.
"Something like that. As she told you, the most recent time we have talked was just before the auction. I asked her to look after Mike. I knew he would be thinking about me and asked Erica to look after him and see to his needs."
"Did you explicitly outline what you approved of her doing to help you out?"
"Well, depends on if you consider telling her I approved of anything he asked her to do, especially any sexual relief he asked for, as being explicit."
She laughed and said, "Well while not specific in nature that's enough to let her know anything goes."
"Yes, I explained if she did not have an issue with his requests neither did I."
"My daughter is quite a sexy little number. I'm so proud of her and she really is quite pretty. She is not in your class, but she can hold her own in a crowd."
"Thank you ma'am, but I find her extremely attractive. She has the attractiveness of her youth, and her body is perfectly proportioned. Her attitude rounds out the package to make her quite a catch for someone. I know we talked before, but I remember asking you to speak with your brother. I don't recall exactly what we talked about, but will try now to answer any questions you may have."
"So as I understand, your husband's cock has probably been depositing cum in one of my daughter's three fuck holes for most of the weekend."
"I believe that's a fair assumption."
"I spoke with her about this weekend. She told me most of what you have said. Just so you will know, she told me her boss's wife was gorgeous and she hoped she could, as she put it, get myself a taste of that sweet looking babe's cunt."
"Oh she did? Well I told Mike I have the same intentions. Mike and I would like to get her into a threesome with us. She is just so adorable."
"Well, between us girls, I can tell you her pussy is very sweet tasting. I know I'm her mother and you likely think I'm sick, but I have taught her about girl-girl love. She is quite awesome in bed and her skin is so youthful and soft. She is a screamer when she has an orgasm."
We both laughed.
"You hinted that you had more to tell me after I talked to my brother. Did I hear you correctly?"
"Yes, first I don't think you are sick. Just look at me. If anyone was to be thought of as sick, you are looking at her. I did want to discuss something with you, but this must remain strictly between the two of us."
"Agreed"
"You know Simon has fucked me and pretended I'm Erica. When this happened I saw a different side of him. He became extremely aggressive. You know I like that kind of treatment, but I'm concerned someone as young as Erica may not be up for that level of aggressive male sexual behavior. In my opinion you either need to watch him around Erica or if you don't care, let them know you don't care as long as they do it by your guidelines, whatever those may be. I can tell you there is a lot of frustration built up in him and he wants desperately to get his cock in his niece. He was very forceful with me the last time. I must admit I fed his lust and played the part calling him Uncle Simon and telling him to fuck me hard. He did, but I would be concerned if he was left on his own with a young girl. He would never in a million years intentionally hurt her, but I think he may lose control due to his desire to breed her. You should know he wants to plant his seed in her womb and have her produce a child from his sperm. I don't judge, and if you approve that's cool by me, but if you don't approve that's something I thought you should know."
"I do appreciate that information."
"One more thing. I have a suggestion for getting them together. I think after he marks her with his cum the first time his lust will deescalate to a normal level. I know you and Simon have been intimate and may still be. You might want to arrange the first fuck of his niece as a threesome. You would get to enjoy the event and could also temper his animal lust for his niece."
"Good idea. I will give that suggestion a lot of serious consideration."
"Anything else?"
"No, I just wanted you to know his overwhelming desire to make Erica his own."
"I do appreciate you sharing this with me and I will never disclose this to either of them. Now I do believe I'm fortunate enough to have a brother who owns a beautiful sex slave and has graciously given her body to me for my pleasure."
Bowing my head submissively, I knew it was time to resume my role as a sex slave. "Yes Mistress. How would the use of Master's slave bring you the most pleasure?"
"It has been a very long time since I have had my asshole rimmed and I do enjoy the feel of a tongue on and in my ass."
"Yes Mistress."
"I will just lay here and relax. Please help yourself to my ass and you may begin. Do not stop loving my asshole until I give you permission."
"Yes Mistress"
She lay face down on the bed spreading her legs. I crawled between her legs and opened her buttocks with my hands. As assholes go, hers was cute and I knew it was clean, so I dove in and gave her my best. The moans of joy coming from her let me know she appreciated my efforts. I counted four orgasms before she had enough and wanted to rest. Even though I had been working my tongue both across and inserting it into her ass, she wanted a passionate kiss. We held each other in a tight embrace. Then she wanted me to work on her nipples and clit with my tongue.
By the end of the three hours she had been given to use me, she was totally spent. Her grateful appreciation of my efforts made me feel very much desired. It was now time for diner so we met Master and Mary in the dining room. Ben had even been invited in from the stable to eat with us. I got to sit by Ben and I could tell he was excited to be close to me by the large bulge in his pants I had become intimately acquainted with earlier. I secretly hoped I would get a chance to taste more of his cum before the night was over. As usual, everyone was dressed except me. Mistress did dress me in my collar, nipple clamps, stilettos and anal plug. After we were seated Master told Ben he expected him to enjoy touching his slave's skin. Ben's hand immediately shot to between my thighs. Needless to say Ben ate with one hand as he pinched, stroked and penetrated me with his calloused hands throughout the entire meal. I was happy I was able to make his meal so enjoyable.
Much to my dismay, after dessert, Master dismissed Ben even though he was still sporting a hard cock straining the fly of his trousers. Ben and I exchanged a sad look as he left. Mine due to not being able to help him relieve his condition and his for having to leave without having one more turn using Master's sex slave. It was heart breaking to not be able to help this man who had been so nice to me.
Mistress Elizabeth told Master and me that she was worn out from her earlier use of me. She thanked Mary for the wonderful meal and then said, "Simon, I need to get home. I will call you tomorrow. We need to discuss an important family matter, but it can wait until tomorrow or even Tuesday if you are busy."
"Okay Sis. Thanks for coming up this weekend. I really enjoyed your company and help with Erica."
"No problem, the pleasure was all mine. She is a peach and I really like her. She has a very lucky husband."
"For sure." Then he watched as she came over to me, giving me a kiss, then as she turned and left.
"Mary, I'm not sure if I told you, but Erica will be leaving us at midnight tonight. Would you like some time with her to tell her goodbye?"
"Yes, Mr. Simon I would, if you don't mind."
"Not at all. If you will, please don't keep her more than 30 minutes. I would like to spend some time with her before she leaves. Just bring her to my room when you have finished with her and said your farewells."
"I will do that and thank you Mr. Simon."
Master turned and left the dining room. I looked to Mary and she motioned for me to follow her. We went down a series of hallways to a room, I learned was hers. It was beautifully decorated, but was quite a bit smaller than those on the second floor.
Upon entering the room, Mary turned and closed the door. Wrapping her arms around me she hugged me tightly. "Honey, I'm so sad to see you go. Although we have not known each other a full 48 hours, I feel a sisterhood with you that I can't explain. You may not believe me, but I have seen a fire you have lit in Mr. Simon. You are good for him and I surely do hate to see you go. If you should ever need a home, I know the door will be open here to welcome you back."
With tears in both of our eyes, I said, "Mary, you have been wonderful and I feel the same way about you, Master, and Mistress Elizabeth. I do love my husband, but am torn apart at having to end this experience so soon. I wish it could have lasted much longer. I'm thankful for the time we have had together."
"Honey, there is one last thing I would like while you are still a sex slave."
"Yes, anything."
"You are the best pussy eating sex slave I have ever met, but then I guess you are the only sex slave I have ever met, but you get the idea. Get down on your knees slave, lift my skirt and eat my pussy one last time before I have to let you go. Be sure to make my orgasm one for me to remember."
I smiled and said, "Yes Mistress."
Kneeling I lifted her skirt and saw she had evidently been anticipating this since she did not have any panties on. Crawling between her legs I grabbed her buttocks in my hands and pulled her clit tight against my mouth. She was delicious. She tasted so clean and natural. Her secretions were leaking down her thighs even before I started. She had evidently been thinking about this during dinner and was very anxious to feel my mouth on her. I sucked her clit between my lips and heard her moan. Through her skirt I felt her hands on the back of my head pulling me tighter against her. I put my tongue as far inside her as I could and was rewarded by a gush of her pussy juice flooding my tongue. I licked and sucked her, loving every second she used me. I was so proud when I brought her to an orgasm. Her thighs closed tightly on my head as she let out a loud scream. I stayed under her skirt licking her and cleaning her juices from her legs until I heard her say, "Erica, that was magnificent. I just wish I had time to return the favor."
"That's not necessary Mistress. A slave's purpose is to bring pleasure to others, not to gain pleasure herself."
"Honey, you are one of a kind. I do love you and wish you all the best. I know your Master wants to spend time with you and I imagine when you leave later tonight you will be taking some of his cum with you in that pretty little cunt and maybe even in that tight little ass of yours."
"I do hope you are right."
"Okay, let's get you to your Master so he can use his property before he has to surrender you."
We were quite a sight. Here was this lady dressed in a beautiful dress with a full skirt, being followed by a naked female wearing only a collar, nipple clamps, stiletto heels and a plug inserted deep in her ass.
When we reached Master's door, she hugged me and gave me one last passionate kiss. "Bend over and grip your ankles." I did as she said and felt her fingers between my cheeks. I felt her grasp the plug and twist it before pulling it from my ass. I screamed at the pain of the removal of the object. "Your Master wanted that removed for his last use of you." She handed me the plug and told me to place it on the table in the master bedroom. She then turned me toward the open door and told me to make my Master happy. I was not expecting the hard stinging swat she placed on my ass causing me to yelp and jump.
I jumped, from the swat to my ass, landing on the other side of the threshold and in the master bedroom. Master was sitting on a love seat waiting for me. He looked sad and motioned me to him. "Sit on my lap slave. I want to enjoy my property as long as possible."
I placed the plug that had been removed from my ass on the table immediately inside the door. I then sat sideways on his lap putting my feet on the loveseat and laying back onto his arm. It felt so natural and good to submit to this man and have him hold me like this. Mike often holds me just like this and I do enjoy it so much. Just like my husband, Master started running his hands all over my body. He pinched, stroked and penetrated each of my orifices with his fingers. After each penetration he would command me to clean his fingers, which I was happy to do since it made him happy to have me obey him without question.
He started stroking my clit and talking to me. "Erica, it will take your husband about an hour to drive here. I would like for you to call him at 10:30 and give him the address. I have written it down for you and put it by the phone on the night stand. Tell him you will be ready for him at precisely midnight as we agreed. My intention was to take you to him, but that would deprive me of precious minutes with you as I drove."
"Yes Master"
"What I have planned is to use you one last time. I will warn you in advance, I'm going to use my slave's body and use it very hard. Right now I'm so depressed knowing I have to give you up that I'm having trouble holding everything together. I don't know how it happened, especially under these circumstances, but in this extremely short amount of time I have fallen head over heels for you. No, I'm not a home wrecker, but I want you to know, regardless of your feelings toward me or this crazy fantasy of yours, I do love you very much my sweet, Kristie." He then pulled me so tight against his chest, it was difficult to breathe. His kiss was the most passionate I have had from him since we met, and we had shared some very passionate kisses.
"I want to forewarn you that you are about to experience, as far as I'm concerned, will be a very extreme and almost violent fucking? It may be painful for you, but I hope not. If so I apologize. I want you to remember this last time and if I should lose control please use your safe word. I will not hold it against you nor will I invoke the penalty clause of the contract if you do use your safe word. I know I'm capable of getting caught up in my lust, but I must take you and possess you fully one more time before I'm forced to give you back. Erica, are you okay with this? If not, say so and I will forego this last rite I wish to claim as your owner."
"Master, you know I could never say no to you. I understand the pain is because of your passion and is caused by your intense need to release your tension. I believe it is also an expression of your love. I reach my greatest sexual and emotional pleasure in being able to give you pleasure even when it does come with pain. You have helped to teach me to experience pleasure from pain."
I rose from his lap and waked to the bed. At the side of the bed I knelt and said, "How does my Master wish me to be prepared for his use?"
"I wish for you to lay on the bed with arms and legs spread. I will summon Mary to secure you to the bed."
"Yes Master"
I climbed on the bed stretching my arms and legs to the positions he said he wanted me. I lay there waiting for Mary to assist Master by securing his property for one last memorable fucking. As I lay there vulnerable, voluntarily giving myself to this man for his use, I felt a great sense of pride. This is not something that just anyone could do for him. His desire was to totally possess me. I was to be prepared in a manner I would never consent to if I had any fear of the man who intended to use my body for his enjoyment. My trust and affection for this man who had made it his mission two nights previous to this to buy me at the auction and to make my fantasy a reality beyond my greatest expectations, was what allowed me to surrender and make myself as vulnerable as possible for his use. I knew what was about to happen would be memorable to both of us. The fact our time together was quickly drawing to a close made me want to give myself to him even more. I knew he wanted me and I knew it was important to him to use me this one last time.
Master picked up the phone and I heard him, "Mary I know it is late, but can you come as you are and secure my slave for my use?" He waited a couple seconds, and heard, "No, that's perfect. Please come as you are right now. Thank you."
It was just two or three minutes before I heard a knock and the door opened. I saw Mistress Mary as naked as I was. "Thank you Mary. I do wish I would see you like this more often. I'm filled with a house of beautiful women with such fine bodies. Maybe we can discuss this later."
"Thank you Mr. Simon. I look forward to doing anything that would make you happy. I have seen how happy you have been having Erica naked and would enjoy very much serving you in this manner."
For the first time since I had come into the bedroom this evening, I saw a smile appear on his face. I knew Mary was going to be doing a lot less cleaning of her French Maid uniform in the future.
"Please secure my slave tightly in the position she is now."
"Yes Mr. Simon. She sure is a pretty sight laying there isn't she?"
"Yes Mary that she is. Mary it just occurred to me, if you don't mind after you secure her, would you mind remaining with us and watching me use my slave? I have warned her I plan to use her very rough and you know I'm very capable of losing control. As a comfort to my slave as well as myself, if you stayed you could enjoy seeing her being used and could be a safety if she would need to use her safe word to stop the aggressive fucking I have planned."
"I would be happy to stay. I will enjoy watching you use her and if it will give her comfort knowing I'm here, she may be able to relax and make your pleasure a little more intense. I will just sit over there in the chair and watch, just as soon as I get her tied as you want."
"Thank you Mary. I'm going into the bathroom to get ready and will be back shortly."
Both Mary and I watched as he walked into the bath and closed the door.
"Okay sweetie, we need to work fast to get you ready." She pulled the ropes from the corners of the bed and began by first binding my wrists tightly to the corners of the headboard. Then she moved to my legs and tightly wrapped the rope around my ankles. I was stretched tighter than the previous time and the ropes were tied much tighter this time.
"Honey I tied you really tight so you can scream and fight the ropes without them coming lose. He loves seeing you fight and scream. From what he is saying I really don't think this will take much acting on your part. Expect a very aggressive fucking. If you need to, be sure to use your safe word. I will not help you unless I hear you say your safe word. You can scream at the top of your lungs and nobody will hear you. You can plead for him to stop all you want, but that means nothing. Your safe word is the only thing that means anything. If you ever wanted to scream at the top of your lungs as you were being fucked, this is about to be the perfect time. You will not disturb anyone if you do. There is nobody else in the house to disturb and no neighbors for miles. Feel free to get into your fantasy all you want and make your Master's last use of his slave memorable for both of you. Are you ready for him?"
"Yes Mistress"
She walked to the door and knocked. "Mr. Simon may I come in." The door opened and she entered. I figured it was to tell him what she had just told me so he could enjoy my screams and not be concerned.
The door opened again and Master was naked. Following him was the equally naked Mary. Master's cock was hard and pointing straight forward leading the way. I was not sure but it looked like Master's cock was wet. I may have been imagining it, but it also looked like there was some wetness on Mary's pussy lips. They didn't have much time, but could it be he dipped his cock briefly in Mary while the door was closed?
"Mary, before you sit down would you put my cock in my slave's cunt."
"I would be happy to Mr. Simon."
Like the wife by the pond earlier today, I once again felt a woman's fingers spreading me open and the sensation of a hard cock at my entrance. "Mr. Simon you are in place and can begin using this slave as soon as you want."
I felt the lunge as he pushed fully into me, filling me with hard cock. At the same time I felt Mary pull her hands free. She stroked my hair and then went to the chair to sit and enjoy watching the fucking I was about to get. It felt good knowing she was there. I was hopeful she would be stroking her clit as she watched.
I was watching Mary as I felt Master drive his breeding tool deep in me. In one stroke he filled me to a fullness I found to be so pleasurable. I could feel his large masculine balls resting against my ass. He held his manhood deep in me until I looked from Mary and up into the handsome eyes boring into me from above. Mary had bound me so tight I could barely move. The tightness of the ropes binding me only served to remind me I was this man's property and here for his use. As weird as it may sound, I was even looking forward to the violence and pain he had promised I would receive from this fucking I was about to be the recipient of. I repressed myself and sunk deeper into my slave persona preparing myself to allow my body to be used for this man's pleasure and to make sure he would not soon forget the last fuck he took for himself of a slave he purchased as livestock on an auction block. I really did love this experience. I loved everything about it, the submission to this man, his domination of me to use for anything that brings him enjoyment. I liked the idea of being thought of as a piece of property to be used for someone else's pleasure.
As he remained deep in me, I heard his assertive voice, "My pretty little slave. I'm going to enjoy this. I intend on making it last a long time. As Mary told you, feel free to struggle and scream as loud and as much as you want. In fact, I want you to fight me and scream. I will stop or slow down only if I hear one of your safe word(s). Otherwise I will assume you are enjoying what I'm doing. The more you struggle and fight me, the more intense this will be. I had Mary tie you tight so you can fight me, but you will not come unbound. I would rather you be gagged, but for safety purposes, I had Mary leave you free to speak, or scream. You do have permission to speak freely, but you are not to cum until given permission."
Still buried deep in my cunt and hovering over me, he looked into my eyes. "Erica my slave, you have made me very happy. I'm extremely pleased with you and will cherish the memory of our time together for the rest of my life. I do intend to make this a memorable fuck for myself and do hope it is for you as well. Are you ready for me to take and enjoy the slave I purchased?"
"Yes Master. Use me for your pleasure. I'm yours and you own me. I belong to you and my only desire is to be used to make you enjoyment of your ownership complete."
"Slave, you know exactly what it takes to ignite the fire that has been smoldering in my balls."
He slowly started to pull his cock from me and just when I thought it would exit me fully, he rammed it back into me putting his full weight behind the thrust. I kept my eyes locked on his as I saw his lust building. The battering my cunt was taking actually felt good. A virile male creates an enhanced sexual energy for me. There was no doubt in my mind nor in Mary's that this man had every intention to claim what he felt to be his own personal property. He intended on making sure I remembered this and that he tattooed his mark on me with the tip of his cock in a way I would never forget being used for his pleasure.
I began to test my bonds. Mary had tied me very tight. It was a little frightening knowing if she did not intervene; there was no way I could stop this man, even if I wanted to stop him, from doing what he wanted with my body. I knew he would never intentionally seriously hurt me, but what if he lost control? Did I know him as well as I thought I did? How could any woman be 100% sure, even if she was with someone she had known for years? I consciously allowed that sliver of fear to grow as I began to express my fear and struggle. I knew this was certain to heighten the experience for me and for this man whose cock was pounding away in me. I let myself slip further and further into my slave persona and let the fear grow as I tried to escape this sexual attack, even though I was enjoying it so much.
"Master, please don't punish me with your cock. Master I'm yours and will do anything for you, but your cock is so big." I began to struggle more forcefully while pulling on the ropes securing me to the bed. Please Sir, your cock is too large for my small body. My pussy is so tiny. It is stretching me and hurting me."
I knew his lust for me was building when he grabbed my breasts in his hands. He squeezed them and pulled my body saying, "I own you slave and will use you however I want. Don't fight me or it will be much more painful. Lie still and let your body pleasure my cock."
"But Master, your cock is so big you are hurting me."
"Does it look like I care? I paid a lot of hard earned money for your ass and I intend to use it however I want. What about that don't you understand?"
He released my breasts and to emphasize his last statement gave me an even harder thrust.
"Please Master, your slave wants only to bring her Master's cock pleasure. Use me but don't hurt me."
"Female slaves must be taught it is their owner's rite to use their body. A slave has only one thing to be concerned about and that's her duty to please her Master. Is that clear?"
"Oh yes Master. I will try."
I still was pulling on my bonds and really fighting him to get him to stop pounding my cunt so hard. It really was painful, but not enough for me to stop his enjoyment.
"Master, can your slave clean her pussy juice from her Master's cock? Your slave is very good with her mouth. Master could even fuck his slave's throat with his big cock."
The fucking of my cunt continued without easing up. I was really sore and thought maybe I could get him to stop and let me suck on his cock. At least that would give my abused pussy a rest.
"Master please, your slave's cunt is very sore. Let her pleasure your cock with her mouth."
The intensity of his thrusts eased up a little and the speed of his fucking slowed. He seemed to be thinking over his options for using me. The fucking was actually feeling good and I was enjoying it, when he pulled out of me and I heard him say, "So my little slave wants to pleasure her Master with her mouth. Okay, I like the sound of that."
He looked at Mary and said, untie the ends of her bonds from the bed and turn her with her head hanging over the side, and secure the ropes. I'm going to use her mouth and throat for a while.
"Sure thing Mr. Simon. You bought this one right. Your slave is sure a sexy little thing."
"Yes she is, Mary. I have to return her to her previous owner tonight and it sure does hurt to have to give up a fine piece of ass like this."
"I imagine it does Mr. Simon. Maybe you can you work out a deal with her owner to let you use her once in a while?"
"That's a great idea Mary. Maybe he will be willing to loan her to me, or give me a lease on her. I will certainly try, but he has a really nice one here and I'm sure he uses her quite a bit himself. It sure would be fun to train her some stuff we did not have time for this weekend. I have lots of ideas we could try."
"Mr. Simon, I just bet you do. I hope you can get her back for some advanced training. Maybe even hitch her to the surrey in the barn and teach her to pull it like a pony. I have heard of Masters training their slaves to do that. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"Yes it does Mary, it certainly does."
"Finished Mr. Simon she is all ready for you to use her mouth to clean off that pussy juice she put on your cock."
As Mary was talking she had moved me with my back still on the bed and my neck at the edge of the bed with my head hanging down. She secured my arms and legs in the configuration Master had told her he wanted me. I listened intently as they talked about me like I was an inanimate object or piece of livestock.
"My only concern is she is so small, I'm not sure she would be able to pull the surrey with someone on it."
"You are probably right, but maybe we could race her or pretend she was a show pony."
"Maybe, but let me think on that. The thought of her in that role does excite me."
When Mary mentioned hitching me to a surrey and having me pull the cart like a pony, I got excited. Being used as a human sex toy was one thing, but being lowered to the status of that of livestock and used in that manner, which would very likely include servicing the Masters and Mistresses as a sex object would be another level of servitude that had potential for a lot of fun. I had read about the Pony Girl fetish on the Internet and the idea of tight leather bondage and being forced to perform as a beast of burden sounded very erotic. Hearing Mary tell Master she had finished and I was ready for his use, snapped me out of my day dream.
Master's bed was higher off the floor that most beds. This placed my head at almost the perfect height to receive into my mouth the cock of a man of his height. Being in this position, I realized now that my tits were much more accessible than they had been previously. I saw him give Mary a kiss from my upside down vantage point. He gave her a hug and thanked her then walked toward me.
"Slave, my cock was clean when I started using you, and Mary likes me clean. The problem is you allowed your cunt juices to coat my cock and run down over my balls. I'm going to fuck your throat, which will give you the opportunity to clean me and allow you to clean from me the juices from your pussy. I will be using both your mouth and throat to clean my cock."
"I'm sorry my pussy soiled your handsome cock, Master. Please let me clean it. I will clean all traces of me off your cock. I will also clean your balls."
"Your acknowledgment this is your fault is appreciated. You may begin and I will ask Mary to check to make sure you have properly cleaned me."
"Mary, come closer I want you to be able to see this. If you have never before seen a throat fucking it is quite remarkable to see. I will have to take it slow with her until she is able to overcome her gag reflex and take me fully into her, but once that happens I want you to watch her throat. I'm sure you will enjoy this. Would you please look in the duffel bag? I think there is a ring gag in there that will help her keep her jaws open wide, but I'm not sure if my cock will fit through the ring."
Mary went and looked in the bag returning with the gag my husband put in my mouth for the inspection prior to the auction Friday night. Master took it and said, "My cock has shrunk a little, Mary do you mind helping me?"
"Not at all sir." I saw her kneel and take him into her mouth to bring his manhood back to full thickness. I realized as I watched her that she could taste me on Master's cock. I knew she would like that. After a couple minutes she took the gag and tested to see if it would fit, but Master's cock was too thick to slip easily through the ring.
"That's a shame. It would have been fun to use that and it would have helped her keep her mouth open."
"Mary, please remove her collar for this. It is tight enough to prevent her throat from expanding when my cock is in her throat. That would ruin everything. We will put it back on afterwards."
I felt Mary's fingers unbuckle the collar from around my neck. Once it was off I felt even more naked than before. I had become accustomed to the leather buckled tightly around my neck and missed the security of the restraint.
Then I heard Master. "Slave, prepare yourself. I will begin slowly and give you a little time to adjust."
I had my mouth open wide as he pushed his cock into me. I tried using my tongue to stimulate the underside sensitive part of his glans. As he pushed further into my mouth his cock triggered my gag reflex. I instinctively convulsed and pulled at my bonds, which held me securely in place. Mary did know how to tie a secure knot. Master slowly pushed more of his cock into my throat with each new incoming thrust. His use of my mouth was very gentle when compared to his use of my cunt, but overcoming the gag reflex made it difficult and he was determined to get the full length of his cock in my mouth. I realized his cock was much longer than my mouth was deep, so if he was successful it would enter my throat. I now understood why he had Mary remove the collar from around my neck. The tight constriction of the collar would prevent my neck from expanding to accommodate his cock. It was a little scary, but I was determined to accept him into me as deep as possible.
I was concentrating on letting him into my mouth further and further and paid Mary no attention. My full attention was needed to make sure I learned to control my gag reflex and make this a pleasurable experience for him. I implemented every trick I had read about and had heard other women discuss regarding overcoming the gag reflex in order to allow a man deep into your throat. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could making room for him to enter my throat. Extreme deep throating, or being face fucked, is not something new to me, but it does take time for me to become accustomed to the cock, and I have never attempted to deep throat a cock as thick as Master's.
"Mary, if you would, play with her tits and her clit. This might help her concentrate on something other than gagging."
"I love playing with your little slave girl, Sir. She is so cute and so much fun."
I felt Mary's fingers pinch my nipples as Master once again tried to push into my throat. The deeper he pushed the harder she pinched. For some reason her touch did help me take my mind off the intruder and focus it on the pain in my nipples. It still was not an easy task to take him entirely into my throat, in the manner he was apparently intent on accomplishing. My eyes were watering and saliva from my mouth was running over my cheeks and over my closed eyes. I had to do this with my eyes closed to prevent my saliva from getting into my eyes. Mary had a cloth and would wipe my eyes from time to time, but I was producing a large volume of saliva.
After what seemed like an eternity of Master thrusting into my mouth and Mary pinching my nipples and clit, I heard Master say, Mary, watch this. I'm deep enough now that you can watch her neck and see it expand. They were silent as he pushed into me again. I actually felt the soft skin of his scrotum envelop my nose as he pressed forward. I knew he was about as deep as he was going to be able to penetrate. I had established a rhythm allowing me to breath between strokes. When he was in this deep my windpipe was blocked preventing me from taking a breath. When he pulled out, my airway would open and allow me a quick couple of deep breaths before he pushed back into me blocking the airflow again.
"Mr. Simon, that's amazing. Your cock really is making her neck expand. I can see where the tip of our cock is in her neck. Next time hold it in her and let me touch her throat to measure where the end of your cock is."
I felt him pushing back to fill my throat again. This time he pushed even harder to make sure he was fully in me. He held himself there and I could feel Mary's fingers pushing on my throat like you would check to see where someone's toes are at in a pair of shoes. My breath was running out as she continued to be amazed by how deep his cock was in my throat. It seemed like an eternity, but he finally pulled out of my throat and I was gasping for air.
"That was amazing, wasn't it Mary."
"It sure was! How did it feel with your manhood in her throat so deep?"
"It is difficult to describe. The tightness of her throat feels very nice and her throat constricts when she is running low on oxygen. When that happens it feels as though her throat is massaging my cock. Now that she is ready, I'm going to give her a real throat fucking."
I tried to prepare myself for what I knew was about to happen. I had never had my throat fucked, but other women had told me all about it. I was very proud of my accomplishment to be able to take him fully into my throat. His comments to Mary made me happy that my throat felt good on his cock. I wish I could see my throat bulge like Mary described. Maybe the next time a man did this, I could have someone video it so I could watch.
"Prepare yourself my pet, I'm going to fuck your pretty throat and I will be going much faster. Try to time your breathing as I begin pulling out of your throat and stop as you feel me thrusting in. Watch her throat Mary. If you see her getting into trouble, let me know."
He was not kidding; he began thrusting his hips driving his cock all the way into my throat with his balls crashing against my nose and eyes with each thrust. I had to really concentrate in order to time my breathing. A couple of times when she pinched me, I felt Mary's hands on me, but for the most part I did not notice it much since my full concentration was needed to time my breathing. He finally slowed and came to a stop lodged deep in my throat. I could not breathe, and hoped he would withdraw out of my throat and let me breathe very soon, otherwise I might pass out. Just as I felt I was beginning to fade, he pulled out allowing me to gasp for breath. My lungs were starving for air.
I felt Master pat the side of my head and say, "Pet, you were fantastic. I have always wanted to do that but could never find a woman who could take me all the way."
I was beaming with pride. His praise of my efforts made me realize I had provided him with something no other woman had been able to give him. Even though I knew my face looked a mess covered in saliva, I had a warm inner peace knowing my Master was happy with me.
"Mary, since I have to give her back in a little while, if you don't mind would you turn her over right where she is so I can get my cock into that sweet ass just one more time? I want to mark her as mine by putting a load of cum deep in her ass. She should be full of it, but I want to put just one more load into her before my time runs out and I have to give her back."
"Mr. Simon, I would be happy to do that for you. I like touching her and tying her up for you. It gets me so wet. It will take just a couple of minutes to get her ready for you. You can play with me if you want while I move her."
"Mary, you do know how to take care of me."
"I try sir, I do try."
Mary untied me and flipped me over onto my stomach. I could hear her squeal every now and then as I assumed Master had poked a finger into her or pinched her. She was quick about getting me tied back down and my neck was still at the edge of the bed. I had nothing to lay my head on and had to hold it up causing my neck to get tired.
"Perfect Mary. This will probably be the last move. I will use her ass for some fun and then put cum in her cunt since I can reach both from here."
"If you still don't mind, I would like to stay and watch you have your fun. I do enjoy watching your hard cock going in and out of her."
"Please do, I don't mind at all and I'm sure she will enjoy having you watch her be used."
"I'm sure she will."
"Mary do you have that tube with the lubrication we were using in her ass?"
"Mr. Simon, Elizabeth had it last and I'm not sure where she put it."
"Oh, crap! I really wanted to fuck her ass."
"Mr. Simon, you could let her put her saliva on your cock and use that for lubrication."
"Excellent Mary. Like always, you saved the day. I'm probably going to need your help. Her neck is tired. If you would grab a handful of her long hair and use it to pull her head up, I can put my cock back in her mouth and let her lubricate me."
I did not hear Mary say anything, but did feel the mattress give way as she climbed onto it. I felt her naked flesh as she settled her pussy directly on my bare ass as she sat on me. I could feel her fingers gathering up my hair and then a sharp pull on my hair forcing my head to be bent backward towards my back. My face was facing straight ahead as I saw Master standing in front of me and his cock only a couple inches from my mouth.
"Mary, that's perfect. Hold her right there."
I opened my mouth wide giving him a target into which to insert his cock back in my mouth. I was quick to cover it with a thick coat of my saliva to lubricate him. He pulled out and I heard him say, "Thanks Mary. I will take it from here." Her grip on my hair allowed me to lower my head as I felt her slide off my ass and to the side. I felt Master's weight added to the bed and again my long blonde hair made a perfect handle to pull my head back. I felt a sharp slap to each cheek of my ass. I felt two hands pulling my cheeks apart and figured it was Mary opening me up. Then came the familiar pressure of a cock trying to force its way past my sphincter and enter my ass.
He pushed until he was fully seated in my ass. He then began to ride me like a horse. He did not fuck my ass as hard as he had fucked my cunt, but it was still vigorous enough to cause some pain. I knew I could speed this up and add to his pleasure by bucking against him and fighting the ropes holding me in place.
"Look at her Mary, she is trying to buck me off like a cowboy in the rodeo."
I heard Mary clapping her hands and yelling, "Ride her Sir. Ride your slave's sweet little ass."
"I'm Mary, this little filly is giving me quite a ride. My cock feels so good in her Mary. It is unfortunate you are not a man and know what it feels like to have your cock in a tight feminine ass. The sensation is incredible. I could fuck this ass all night."
I kept trying my best to buck him off, but I really didn't want him to stop. His cock was really feeling good now. "Get your cock out of me. I'm not a horse. Get your cock out of my asshole." As I was issuing threats I kept bucking. He told Mary he was going to cum in my cunt, but I felt him begin to stiffen and then the hard push of a male intent on breeding his female caused him to push his manhood in deep. I could feel the pulsations in his cock as he filled my ass with his cum.
When he finished he fell forward onto my back and put his hand under my chin, letting go of my hair. He turned my head and gave me a long passionate kiss. I was convinced he was trying to tickle my throat, where his cock had been, with his tongue. He pulled back still holding my head and looking into my eyes. I was still securely bound to the bed and could still feel his cock in my ass. As he looked at me, we exchanged smiles.
"Thank you Master for allowing your humble slave to give you pleasure."
I felt him pull out of my ass and begin to untie my limbs. He lifted me from the bed and carried me in his arms over to the love seat. Both of us sat there naked as he held me, not as a submissive slave, but as his submissive lover. He was holding me tight to his body when I heard Mary say, "Mr. Simon I think it is time for me to go. Enjoy your slave, but remember one of you needs to make the call to have her picked up."
"Thank you Mary. I will have her make the call in a few minutes. First I want to enjoy this moment as long as I can."
"I understand Mr. Simon. Good night and I do hope we see her around here again."
"We will Mary, if there is any way possible for me to make it happen."
Mary left the room closing the door on her way out.
"While I wash up real quick, you better make that call. After you have given Mike the directions, we need to have the talk I have been dreading."
He rose setting me ever so gently back on the love seat. I watched him enter the bathroom and close the door. I knew he was giving me privacy to call Mike. I got up and found the note next to the phone with the address and directions to the house. I dialed Mike's number and waited for him to answer.
"Mike, this is Kristie."
"Oh baby, it is so good to hear your voice."
"Honey it has been a crazy weekend. I need you to come to Simon's home. Do you have something to write the directions on?"
"Yes just a second." I heard him say, "Erica, please bring me a pen and paper." There was a short pause then, "Okay baby, I have a pen and paper."
"Mr. Cole wrote these directions for me to give you." I read the instructions and had him read them carefully back to me. "Baby, we have some stuff we need to talk about when you get here."
He wanted to know what we needed to talk about and I told him it would be much better if we could speak face to face. He reluctantly agreed. I could hear the anxiety in his voice and told him, "Goodbye honey, we will talk when you get here."
"Okay, I need to run Erica back home and I will be on my way."
I saw Master open the door and told Mike I had to go but would see him at midnight. We each hung up. I turned to Master and told him he made a mess and I needed to clean the back of my legs since he deposited such a large load in me, it was running out of my ass and down my legs. He laughed and told me he would help. He grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned cum exiting my ass and then wiped my legs clean. He had to repeat the process cleaning cum flowing out of me a couple more times. I suggested just having him give me an enema, but he did not want to do that. He said, "Baby, if I give you an enema, it will clean all my cum out of you. I like to think as you leave here you will still be carrying some of me inside you."
As crazy as it sounded, I smiled kissed him and said, "I'm honored to be marked with your cum as I leave here tonight. Master, if your slave could be so presumptuous to suggest, you might consider plugging her ass to prevent any more of your precious cum from leaking out. Your slave is ashamed when the cum leaking from her soils her Master, and his furniture."
"That's an excellent idea and I will not need to lubricate the plug since my cum has already lubricated my slave's ass."
To prevent further leakage I stood up, bent over and inserted my finger in my asshole just as he had instructed. It felt so humiliating standing like this plugging my ass with my own finger. Master went to retrieve the plug Mike had included in the duffel bag. When Master returned he allowed me to remove my finger. He then shoved the plug in my ass with one strong push. I was stretched adequately from the earlier fucking that it did not hurt. I actually enjoyed the feeling of fullness the plug provided. It reminded me of the fullness I felt when his cock was filling my ass.
Master turned my face to his. "Erica, my desire is that the plug remain in place until morning. Obviously I can only command you to keep it in until midnight, but if you keep it in until morning I will sleep soundly knowing a part of me is still with you."
"Master, I will keep your seed in my body as long as I can."
Smiling, he lifted my chin with his finger and tenderly kissed my lips. He then got a serious look on his face and said, "Come with me my pet. It is time for us to have our talk." He took my hand in his leading me back to the love seat. Again he took me on his lap and as we talked he gently stroked my body randomly with his fingers.
"You do remember what I asked, don't you."
"Yes Master I do."
"Have you given it much thought?"
"Yes, I have given it a lot of thought."
"Do you mind sharing your thoughts with me?"
"Master, this has been such a whirlwind weekend. With the one exception we need not discuss, I have enjoyed every single moment of it. Regardless of what happens tonight, both you and my husband will have a special place in my heart that nobody else will ever be able to touch. Master, I love my husband with everything that makes me who I'm. Without him, none of this weekend would have happened and I would have never met you. We have what some would say is an Open Marriage, but it does have some conditions and limits. Both of us are free to have sex with others, but our agreement is to share with each other what happened, in detail. We have no secrets from each other. I have to admit, these discussions do make for some pretty hot sex between us."
I watched him as I spoke. He appeared to be listening intently to my every word.
"You have asked me if I would have a clandestine affair with you. The answer to that's as long as I'm married to Mike, I would never do anything like that behind his back." As I said this I saw him give a slight nod of his head and a look, I interpreted, as one of understanding and maybe even a little bit of admiration for my loyalty to my husband.
"I don't think I need to tell you how much fun and excitement I have experienced this weekend. You have taken me so far beyond my expectations and my comfort zone it is hard to describe how my senses are alive like never before. I loved 99.999% of everything that has happened. You certainly do know how to push my limits like no other man has ever done before. I can't explain it, but in this very short amount of time I must confess that I do believe I have developed a very strong attraction to you. I don't know if I can call it love. I'm not sure a true love can develop this fast under these conditions, but I do know I don't want to say good-bye. You are one of a kind and I'm truly grateful our paths crossed. It is hard to explain, but my feelings for you are different than the love Mike and I share." I looked into his eyes and was having a hard time trying to figure out what he was thinking.
"I intend on having a serious conversation with Mike when he arrives to pick me up. If you have no objections, I do intend on greeting him at the door as I'm dressed now, except with my shoes on, and I might brush my hair. You did mess it up just a bit." I grinned at him and gave him a small kiss on his closed lips bringing a smile to his face.
"It would rip my heart out to be forced to walk out the door and never again see you. I have some ideas and proposals I want to discuss with Mike. I believe my ideas could make all three of us happy as we go into the future. Unless Mike reacts totally out of character, I will leave here this evening, with him. I believe the relationship Mike and I share will be much different than it was prior to this weekend. You are responsible for revealing to me a side of me I had no clue even existed. Sure, I knew I was submissive and I knew I liked some pain with my sex, but Master, you opened my eyes wide to what lay deep inside me. Regardless of what the future brings, for that I will be forever grateful."
"I have always known I'm submissive but you pushed that to a level I did not know existed within me. At least I did not know this personality of mine could exist outside my fantasy world." Verbalizing this to him made it even more significant. I had to have his understanding and maybe even his love. I could not help myself as I gave him a passionate kiss.
"Without going into what I'm going to discuss with Mike, it is my desire that we come to an arrangement where I can have extended visits here with you and Elizabeth, such as we have had this weekend. Ideally, I would like the visit to be of a longer duration than a weekend. A lot will depend on how Mike reacts to my suggestions. Whatever it is, I will not let it be something that will harm my marriage. This is too complicated and important to rush it. I believe the three of us will have to discuss it quite a bit and decide what each of us wants. I fully expect Mike to call you sometime this week and discuss this with you. He may even call tomorrow. Normally I would take care of making the arrangements for us to get together, but after this weekend, I will be deferring all decisions like this to the two men in my life and will simply do as you both agree is best. Master, you are my first real Master and owner. Nothing will ever change that. What are your thoughts on any of this?"
As I waited for him to compose his thoughts, I spread my legs and reached down to take his cock in my hand. I was delighted to hear the deep moan of pleasure from him. I looked into his eyes and continued to stimulate his cock as he spoke. The same as he had been stimulating me as I spoke.
"Sweetheart, I told you in the beginning I'm not a homewrecker, but you are one hell of a woman." I smiled as I continued to fondle him. I love watching this man's face as I ever so gently stroked his cock and he tried to concentrate on what he is saying. "I had no idea there would be such an emotional element to this. When I first heard of the auction I thought it would be fun to attend. Then when I saw your photo, I was determined to win the auction, if for no other reason than a chance to fuck such a beautiful woman. The further we got into it, your fantasy struck a chord in me. I never imagined this weekend would be anything more than a fun and intimate adventure with a very attractive woman. What actually happened was never even in a possibility my wildest imagination. Each time I pushed you I fully expected you to push back. Instead, your persona as a sex slave became even more resolute in your desire to experience your fantasy in real life. I never in my wildest dreams would have considered causing a woman pain, but in order to fulfill your fantasy we took a walk down that dark path and I learned something about myself. I learned I enjoyed inflicting a certain amount of pain, if my partner is receptive to and consents to the pain. When the others spanked you last night I almost shot cum all over the carpet, just from watching. And my sister, what can I say about her performance? She has some tendencies I had no idea even remotely existed. My hopes are high that we will be able to continue with some sort of arrangement. I want you to make sure of what you want and I trust you and Mike to discuss this. If he is excited about exploring this unusual relationship between the three of us, or at the very least agreeable for you and me to continue our adventure, I will be an extremely happy man."
He looked at me and closed his eyes. I knew he was concentrating on my fingers stroking his cock. "Baby, after having said that, I can tell you if you were mine, I'm not sure I would have been able to share you as easily as Mike did. I believe you two have a relationship that's so strong he is very confident of your love for him. I will be anxiously waiting for his phone call. As you leave, if you will do me one small favor � we can have this one harmless little secret � if you believe he will accept your proposal, reach over and honk the car horn once. If you see doubt in his reaction that this will work out, honk twice. That will give me an idea of what to expect when he calls and I will not get my hopes up, or be depressed without valid reason."
I smiled and said, "Yes Master I believe I can do that. I'm pretty sure you will be hearing only one honk of the horn."
"I certainly hope that's the case. When he arrives you are free to use any room you like, but the parlor to the left of the main entry is cozy and has a door you can close for your privacy. Feel free to use it as long as you wish. If Mike has anything he wants to tell me or ask me before you leave, I will be here in the master bedroom the entire time. Feel free to come on up. I'm willing to discuss anything. If not, once you leave to answer the door, I will be anxiously awaiting Mike's call and will be waiting to hear one blast of the horn."
"I wish you could use my cunt one last time, but I do believe I have broken your precious cock." We both looked at his soft cock and laughed. "May I suggest something while we wait?"
"Of course, but you need not ask."
"We have 45 minutes before Mike will arrive. He will wait and arrive not one minute before midnight. I would like us to go to your bed and have you hold me in your arms as we enjoy each other's touch for the time we have remaining. Would you like that?"
"I knew there was a reason I have fallen so hard for you."
After dropping Erica off at her apartment I headed to the Interstate to go retrieve my precious wife. Erica had wanted to come with me, but since my car is only a two seater, I would not be able to bring both her and Kristie back with me. Not knowing what all had happened, I was afraid to take a chance of leaving Erica with her Uncle, so we decided together it would be best for her to stay at her apartment. I promised her I would call and let her know when I had Kristie and we were on our way home.
As I drove to Simon Cole's house all I could think about was what Kristie had said about needing to talk to me when I got there. Her voice was strange. She sounded like something was wrong or something was troubling her. To say I was worried, would be a gross understatement. My mind was so pre-occupied, I almost missed the Interstate turn-off Kristie had told me to take.
I told myself I had to snap out of this funk and get my mind back into this, otherwise I would crash and may never see my Kristie again. I was determined to keep my mind on the road and make sure Kristie was okay. I could hardly wait until I had her back home, or could it be she did not want to come home with me? Could that be what she wanted to talk about? Could it be I had lost her and would be returning home alone? If it was I was not sure how I could go on with my life. That would be the most devastating thing to ever happen in my life. No, that can't be it. Kristie would never leave me, she loves me as much as I love her, of that I'm certain.
It was now 11:55 and I saw the gate up ahead. It was just as Kristie had described. It was a massive gate with a large letter C affixed to it. Finally, I was almost there. I was extremely anxious to hold Kristie in my arms once again. As I pulled up to the gate it automatically swung open allowing me entry.
I drove the long drive and was impressed with the size of this estate, even though it was dark, I could tell this was a massive estate and shouted money. I saw the house, if you could call it that, at the end of the drive. This place is a mansion, I thought to myself. It was a large limestone structure.
I parked in front of the door and stepped from my car. Looking around at the surroundings I was humbled. If she had decided to stay with Cole there was no way I could I compete with a man with this much wealth to offer a woman? My heart was sinking. I looked at my watch and it was precisely midnight. Good or bad, it was time to discover how this fantasy was going to end and see what fate had in store for me.
I knocked on the door and waited. A couple minutes passed and I heard the latch on the door disengage. As it began to swing open my heart was racing. Then I saw someone begin to come into view and realized it was my Kristie standing there alone. She was wearing the collar I had placed around her neck Friday evening, and her red stilettos, but nothing else. I could not help but notice red marks on both of her wrists and ankles. The marks made ridges in her skin and appeared they may have been made my ropes. I thought I could see bruises on her breasts that looked like they might have been caused by fingers gripping her delicate breasts. Even with these marks, she was magnificently beautiful or maybe it was the marks that were causing my cock to start to harden. My heart melted as she looked at me and smiled. That was the smile I loved so much.
"Mike, I'm so happy to see you."
"Likewise, darling. You are beautiful."
"Come in, Mr. Cole has given us the use of his parlor for as long as we need it. We need to talk."
I thought to myself, she is very calm. I'm not sure what kind of a reception I was expecting, but I don't think it was this. My suspicions were on high alert. As I followed her, my eyes were trying to memorize her every detail. As I saw her beautiful ass I saw bruises on it where she must have been spanked pretty hard. I even found these making my cock hard. I could not take in enough of her beauty. If anything she was even more beautiful now than she had been when I left her with Simon Cole this past Friday evening. It was obvious she had been through a lot in the past 53 or so hours.
Entering the room she motioned to a chair for me to sit in. Upon sitting I was surprised when she went to her knees on the floor at my feet. I noticed she had deliberately spread her knees wide. I could not take my eyes off of her as she looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes dear, Mr. Cole has been very good to me."
"It is so good to see you. My life has been empty without you."
"That's sweet. I'm very happy to see you as well."
I could not wait for her to tell me what was up. I had to know. "I'm not sure I understand what is going on. I thought I would just pick you up and take you home, but on the phone you said we need to talk and then you bring me here and kneel submissively at my feet with your knees spread so wide. I find this very erotic, but I have to know what is going on. Please get it out and explain everything, otherwise I'm going to go crazy."
"Baby, I'm sorry if I have scared you, but I need to talk to you about this weekend and what has happened."
I thought to myself, oh shit, my worst fears have come true. I'm not sure I can sit here and listen to her tell me she is leaving me, but I must hear her out.
"Please tell me I have not lost you to this man, PLEASE!" I was begging.
"Honey, relax, take a deep breath, and let me explain. I have so much to tell you, but first we need to discuss something Mr. Cole and I discussed in part prior to your arrival."
"Go on, please."
"Saturday morning as we were leaving the hotel he asked me to think about a question he posed and to not give him an answer at that moment, but to wait until he asked me sometime before the fantasy time limit expired. Baby, I have so much to tell you about this weekend and about some things I learned about myself, but that can wait; first we have to take care of this."
She paused and was looking into my eyes. I began stroking her silky long hair as she spoke. I did not remember her hair being so soft and silky.
"A short time before I called you, he asked me for my answer. His question was rather simple, but at the same time it was also quite complicated. To put it simply, he wanted to know if there was a way we could continue to see each other after the fantasy concluded. I have spent considerable time thinking about it long and hard."
The only thing keeping my emotions in check was the fact she was still there with me and I was holding onto the possibility we might be leaving together, but why was she naked and had not dressed for the ride home?
"Mike, we have always been open and honest in everything. I must confess this has been an experience of a lifetime. I have never felt more feminine or like a real woman in my entire life. Freely giving full control of my body to a man has been over-the-top exciting. What you and I share is much different than this has been. It is difficult to explain, but please trust me when I tell you my love for you has not diminished one bit. You are still my husband and the love of my life."
I was happy to hear these words, but what is she holding back from telling me.
"Darling, you have given me such a precious gift that very few, if any, other women will ever experience. I have been treasured and treated as a possession, been used as nothing more than a sex toy for the amusement of others, used as decoration for a banquet table, had my body loaned to others for their use without regard to whether or not I wanted it, and the list goes on. My submission has been pushed far beyond what I thought was possible, and I have enjoyed all of it, with the exception of one incident I will tell you about later."
"Honey, where is this leading? I'm so afraid of what I fear you are leading up to."
"Relax dear, it will all be okay. What I'm getting to is Mr. Cole's heart is breaking tonight just like I suspect yours is right now. While you are the love of my life, I cannot deny a very strong attraction has developed between Mr. Cole and myself. With my every hope and desire, I would like for us to come up with an arrangement that will allow me to be your loving wife, and also maintain a submissive relationship with Mr. Cole. There is more and it has to do with Erica and her mother."
"Erica and I have already talked and I learned of this weird coincidence. Do you know Cole is Erica's Uncle?"
"Yes, I found that out by putting little pieces of what I have learned together. Not only that her mother is the nicest lady. She and I developed a bond during this time, and if you approve, I believe she and I can be very good and possibly intimate friends."
Well, at least she is saying she wants my approval for a relationship with Erica's mother. This is hopeful.
"What did you have in mind regarding maintaining a relationship with Cole?"
"I have not worked that all out, but I was thinking maybe I could be his sex slave for a weekend every few months or maybe a week once a year, or some combination like that. I just want to be able to relive this fantasy from time to time. As I said, it has been the most liberating experience and has let me experience my submissive desires more than I ever thought possible. I would also like for us to talk about our relationship and would like for you to take a more authoritative role with me. Maybe we could start out by it not being full time, but on the weekends and whenever the opportunity arises. I believe once you try being more assertive and dominate with me you will enjoy it and I certainly know I will."
This was sounding better all the time. As I looked into the eyes of this beautiful creature at my feet she was expressing her desire to have me take more control over her. I must admit it is something I have had fantasies about, but never shared with her. This could possibly take our marriage to an entirely new level of love and respect.
I took her chin between my forefinger and thumb, lifting her face to me. "I know you seem to have enjoyed yourself and your fantasy, but do you recall something I told you in the hotel room prior to the auction."
I could tell she was thinking and was drawing a blank. "Do you recall me telling you that following this weekend you had further obligations to fulfill? You are to be a sex slave for 24 hours each for George and Stan. Do you remember me telling you I promised both of them, as thanks for their help in setting this up, they would be able to use you? I know I didn't ask you first, but it wasn't possible and still be able to keep it a surprise."
I could see her face light up and smile. As her smile kept growing she said, "Yes, I do remember. You did not need to ask my permission for something like that. I'm yours and will do as you tell me. I promise I will be a good slave for them. I will be an even better sex slave for them now than I would have been prior to Friday."
"I know you will."
"Does Erica know her Uncle has a strong desire to fuck the cunt of his pretty niece?"
Mike said, "I'm not sure she knows his desire for her, but I can tell you she loves her Uncle Simon and she does want him to fuck her."
"That's good. I have a feeling this will all work out and we are all going to get much better acquainted." I rose from the chair as Kristie remained on the floor with her knees spread. I reached down and took her hand and told her to stand up. She rose to her feet ever so gracefully. Even wearing the high heel shoes did not cause her difficulty.
I looked at this woman I loved so much in all her naked submissive femininity and said, "I want to know all that has happened. Every tiny insignificant detail, and I want to share with you the events of my weekend."
I turned her face to me and with my other hand reached down to tightly grip her cunt in my hand and said, "Baby, I love you more than life itself." Maintaining my tight grip on her cunt, I kissed her like my life depended on this kiss.
She asked me, "Do you want to talk to Mr. Cole before we leave?"
"I do want to thank him for his participation in your fantasy and I want to thank him personally for taking such good care of you. I will explain we discussed the matter of him still having use of his sex slave from time to time, and ask for any suggestions he may have to work an arrangement we all will find beneficial and workable. I promise you that I will make it work so he and I can share our common love for one wonderful woman, but right now I wish nothing more than to take you home. I will call and discuss everything with him tomorrow. Would you like to get dressed before we leave?"
"It is past midnight therefore ownership of this slave has been returned to her original Master. It will be up to him to decide how he wishes to have his slave dressed as he takes her to HIS home."
"First of all, I'm not sure but what there will most likely be two Masters who will be sharing ownership of this beautiful property. Furthermore, since your other Master was kind enough to provide you to me dressed in a very appropriate manner for the slave's travel, we will begin the journey to your other Master's home dressed beautifully just as you are. It would be impossible for anyone to dress you more beautifully than you are at this moment. I do have one question."
"Yes?"
"I noticed when you were leading me into that room that between your buttocks you are wearing an anal plug. Is there some significance to you wearing that?"
"Yes there is and if you will allow me to keep it in tonight, I will ask you to remove it and explain it all at breakfast."
Mike led me out the door and closed it behind us. My pussy was already running from the arousal I was feeling. He opened my door and I slipped into the seat as naked as I had been when Mike delivered me into this crazy journey naked and bound to a pole Friday evening. As he went around the back of the car, I reached across and pressed the horn button on the steering wheel for one very long blast.
Mike got in and looked at me asking, "Why did you do that?"
"Oh, I was just letting Mr. Cole know we had left. I'm so excited to discuss everything that has happened."
I looked at this woman who had never before been more beautiful than she was now, and realized I really am still the luckiest man on the face of the earth. I squeezed her naked thigh gave her a kiss and started the car, all the while thinking to myself how much I'm in love with this woman, my beautiful sexy wife.
***
As Mike pulled away from the house I looked up and saw the naked figure of a man standing at the window in the master bedroom. He was holding the curtain back watching and waving as we left.
The warm evening air felt wonderful against my naked body. This is going to be so much fun. What an adventure it will be! I smiled to myself as I remembered that I still have another 48 hours of sexual slavery serving George and Stan. It was the least I could do considering it was them who invited my other Master to the slave auction where he bought me and started this wonderful journey.
I would give just about anything if I could listen in on the phone conversation tomorrow and learn what plans my two Masters have for me. I wonder if Erica could record that call. Maybe...
My thoughts were interrupted by Mike asking, "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing really. I was just thinking how much I'm in love with you." I paused trying to find the proper way to address my husband, then it came to me, the only title appropriate. "Yes, it is very hard to put into words how much I do love you, Master."
THE END