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   _________________________________ A House in the Woods - Joshua and Katy
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   "Oh come on Katy!  Let's just see if he'll do it!" The athletic young
man tried to drag a brown haired beauty from the cab of his SUV.

   Struggling to release her arm from his grasp, she responded sharply,
while trying to keep the volume of her voice down, "I've been telling you
all the way up here, I don't want to do it!  Why won't you believe me,
Josh!"

   I let the dogs out but signaled them to hang back, and approached the
young couple.

   He was so engrossed in getting her out of the vehicle, and she in
staying in, that neither saw me coming until I was right on top of them.

   I was right behind him when her glance warned him I was there.  He spun
around, but had nowhere to go since my body filled the gap between the
opened door and the side of the vehicle.

   "See if he'll do what?" I asked evenly.  I was well within his personal
space, and he didn't like it at all.

   "Oh, uh, hey!  You must be Mr.  Brenneman!" He stuck his hand out to
shake.  "I'm Josh Kingman!"

   I ignored his hand.  I had already recognized him as the quarterback for
UI in Moscow.  "See if he'll do what?"

   He tried to read my expression while his hand hung awkwardly between us.
Finally realizing that I wasn't going to shake it, he dropped it nervously
to his side.  "I uh, that is, we, uh...  Well you see, Mr.  Brenneman, a
girl I know at Washington State told me about how you helped open up her,
uh, shall we say, uh sexuality, and, uh, well, uh we, that is, uh, I
wondered if you'd, uh do the same, you know, uh, stuff, for uh, Katy here."

   He must have had pretty good lungs to get all that out in one breath,
but more than his lung power, I marveled at my restraint in not having hit
him before he finally spit it all out.

   "Who was this girl?"

   "Um, it was, uh, Cassie.  Cassandra diCarlo." He looked smug, thinking
he now had the inside track.  I was thinking, however, that Cassie was
going to learn a lesson about discretion on her next visit, and that she'd
probably never speak to him again.

   I turned to the girl, still sitting half out of the SUV.  "Katy, I
gather you aren't going along with this voluntarily?"

   She was still pissed, and it showed in her voice, but it didn't override
her manners, "No, Sir, Mr.  Brenneman!  He said we were going for a ride,
and then, when we were on the highway, he drops this bomb on me about
coming to see somebody who would 'open me up'!  Seems I'm not submissive
enough in bed!"

   "I see.  So you," I pointed at him "came here of your own free will, but
you" I pointed at her, "did not.  Is that accurate?"

   They both nodded, though his nod was somewhat more hesitant than hers.

   With my left hand, I grabbed a handful of his shirt, near his right
shoulder, and said, "OK, you can stay." I looked at Katy and said, "If you
want to help or watch, come on in, otherwise come back for him Sunday
night."

   Katy looked alarmed, as did Joshua.  "Help or watch what!?" She blurted
out.

   I smiled up at her.  "Don't worry, Katy.  I won't do him any permanent
damage.  I just think it's time he learned what it's like to be the one NOT
in control.  To be at someone else's mercy.  Want to help?"

   An evil grin slowly crept across her face, but she wasn't completely
stupid, "You won't do anything to me?"

   I grinned back and tightened my grip against her boyfriend's escalating
struggles.  "Not unless you want me to - this is just a little attitude
adjustment for our boy here."

   Josh was finally getting the picture.  He hadn't had any luck getting
free of my hold on his shirt, partly because he was trapped between me and
the door of the SUV, and partly because I wasn't trying to hold him in
place, I was just holding on to him, and my hand followed along whenever he
lunged one way or another, then pulled him back into position.  He was
about to take a swing at me, though the cramped space and my grip near his
right shoulder hampered him somewhat, when I zapped him with the Taser I'd
been holding behind my back.  His body stiffened then started twitching as
I held him upright against the door.

   Katy gasped, then showed an uncertain smile when I displayed the Taser
for her inspection.  "That's just to make him a little more, shall we say,
malleable."

   I took a pair of handcuffs from my back pocket and secured his wrists
behind his back, then stooped and let him fall forward across my shoulder.
Adjusting my grip and standing upright I got him in a fireman's carry and
started toward the house.

   I looked back at Katy with raised eyebrows.  "Coming?"

   She wasn't too sure about my methods, but finally curiosity and the
chance to turn the tables on her pushy boyfriend won out and she followed
me into the house.

   I wasted no time taking them through the hidden door in the pantry and
down the stone stairs to my dungeon.  She stood in the middle of the room,
gawking at the fixtures, machines, tools, and toys neatly arrayed around
her, eyes wide with shock and wonder, while I replaced Josh's handcuffs
with padded shackles that were suspended by chains from a pair of overhead
pulleys.

   He was starting to come around as I removed his shoes and socks and
locked similar shackles around his ankles.

   Fingering the remote in my pocket I located the correct buttons and took
up the slack in the chains until Josh's feet were spread wide and his arms,
also spread, were pulled above his head supporting at least as much of his
weight as were his legs.  He jerked at the chains a few times before
realizing that not even his football muscles would have any effect on them.

   "What the hell are you doing!  I didn't come here for this!  She's the
one you're supposed to be working on!  I'm gonna report this to the cops as
soon as I get outta here!  You...!"

   I stuck the ball gag in his mouth as he was tuning up for the second
stanza of his tirade.

   "Katy, there's a knife in a sheath on that bench over there.  Will you
hand it to me, please?"

   She did as I asked, but the skeptical look on her face didn't start to
fade until she saw me using the razor sharp blade to cut off Joshua's
jeans, sliding the back of the blade up each leg while the fabric parted
around the edge.  Even the seams of the tough denim offered little
resistance to the keenness of the blade.  Josh started to struggle again as
I started up the second leg and I paused long enough to remind him of his
predicament.

   "Given the sharpness of this blade, and how close it's going to come to
your favorite toy, are you sure you want to increase the chances of my hand
slipping?"

   His movements subsided, and when the cut parted the waistband on that
side, the cloth fell away, exposing his little white briefs and muscular
legs.  I made short work of his shirt and undershirt, then turned to Katy.
I pointed the knife at Joshua's briefs then raised my eyebrows in silent
query as I offered it to her, handle first.

   She grinned devilishly and approached her boyfriend from the rear, where
he couldn't see the expression on her face.  "I don't know, Mr.  Brenneman.
I mean, I've never done anything like this before!  What if my hand slips?"

   Sweat broke out on his face as she slipped the blade under the leg band
of the little white garment, very near the bulge of his flaccid penis.  She
allowed her hand to shake theatrically as she slowly made the upward cut,
finally parting the elastic of the waistband.

   "Oh, that wasn't so hard!" now she moved around to the front "I bet I
could do this one with my eyes closed!"

   He couldn't see, as I could, that she left an open slit between her
apparently closed eyelids, and his eyes bulged as she boldly stuck the
blade toward his crotch.  After a couple of false starts that only served
to heighten his fear of castration, or worse, she finally worked the blade
under and up, neatly slicing the band of fabric in one motion that had Josh
cringing in his chains, expecting to feel the blood start down his legs any
moment.

   Grinning, she handed the knife back to me.  "That was fun!  What now Mr.
Brenneman?"

   "Since we're going to be working on this 'project' together for a while,
maybe you should call me Mike, OK?"

   She smiled her best cheerleader smile and replied, "Sure, Mike!"

   I smiled back then turned to study her boyfriend.  As quarterback, he
didn't carry the bulk of muscle and bull neck required of linemen, but
there was no extra fat on his body, and his musculature was well defined.
His chest and shoulders were well developed as were his thighs and calves,
and his slender waist framed a six-pack mounted atop a thick black V of
pubic hair.  His cock was a respectable size, though it's current flaccid
state made it hard to judge just how big it could become.

   He had one of those rakishly handsome faces that fairly screams "I'm
trouble!" and attracts women like flies to a dung heap.  His short black
hair formed a sharp widow's peak in the middle of his forehead, and his
beard was so dense that, even though he was clean shaven, you could swear
it was growing while you watched.

   There were a few scattered hairs on his chest and fine black hair
covered his forearms and lower legs.  I walked around him as he hung
suspended and Katy followed me.  The musculature of his back was as well
defined as the front and his glutes protruded nicely below his waist,
forming two bubbles separated by a hairy ass crack.

   I went to the same bench that held the knife and retrieved the straight
razor and shaving cream.  I offered them to Katy, but after some hesitation
she shook her head.  I showed them to Joshua.

   "I'm going to shave you now.  I strongly suggest that you hold very
still during this process."

   He shook his head wildly, but I had no doubt that his sense of self
preservation would prevail.

   As I lathered his crotch I spoke conversationally with Katy.  "I wonder
what he'll tell them in the locker room next week."

   She giggled at the thought.  "Probably make up some story about strange
sex with a wild woman!"

   I made short work of the shaving, and despite Josh's trembling, didn't
even nick him, though it took a good deal of care to shave his shriveled
sack, stretching it smooth enough to get the hair, but not enogh that the
follicles protruded.  I think he passed out while I was shaving his ass
crack.  Katy watched the entire procedure with glassy eyes and parted lips.
When I finally cleaned him off, my handling of his privates had given him
half a hardon that stuck obscenely out of his naked crotch.

   I took Katy off to one side and whispered my plans for the next part to
her.  She could hardly contain herself and kept rubbing her thighs together
as if trying to bring herself off.  She nodded eagerly when I asked her if
she was ok with what I wanted to do.

   I moved a table up behind the athlete's ass and used the remote to
manipulate his chains until he was lying on his back, hands shackled to the
table above his head, legs splayed over the table's sides and shackled in
place.  Two broad leather straps, one over his chest, the other across his
hips, ensured that he wouldn't be able to move during what was to come.

   He screamed and his muscles spasmed when I pierced his nipples and
installed heavy, stainless steel rings.  I thought Katy was going to cum
right there.

   The rings I used were my own design.  The ends snapped together with a
little effort, but could not be pulled apart without destroying the ring.
If Josh wanted them off, he'd have to cut them off.

   Next, I placed a cock and ball harness on him that consisted of a single
adjustable ring tightly encircling the base of his cock and scrotum. 
Attached to this ring was a T-shaped piece whose top bisected the ring
between the penis and ball sack and whose vertical tail, when attached to
the bottom of the ring and tightened separated his gonads.  The material
was stainless steel cable tightly sheathed in soft suede.  When properly
adjusted it left him with three very vulnerable protuberances.

   Katy had watched over my shoulder as I installed and adjusted the
harness.  I snapped a padlock through the locking mechanism and hung the
chain with the keys to the lock around her neck.

   All this handling had made him hard, so I turned to Katy and, indicating
the tumescent staff, asked "Want to go for a ride?"

   She thought for a while, apparently reluctant to disrobe in front of a
stranger, but her arousal apparently overcame her modesty and she started
undressing.  While she was getting her clothes off, I leaned over so Joshua
could see my face.

   "Look at me, boy!" when his eyes turned in my direction, I held up a
small bamboo rod.  "You are a dildo.  Katy is going to use you until she's
done with you.  Dildoes don't cum.  If you cum, this is what will happen to
you!"

   I rapped his exposed balls sharply with the rod.  His eyes crossed and
he sucked in a long breath and turned pale as his abdomen spasmed, trying
unsuccessfully to curl into a fetal position.

   When he had recovered a bit, I continued.  "That was just a small
sample. If you cum, I will do that ten times, twice as hard.  Do you
understand?"

   He nodded desperately.

   I pulled a foot stool up beside the table to allow Katy to mount him
more easily, and watched as she straddled his groin, settling herself on
the still-hard staff of his erection.  She had a lovely body, about
five-five, breasts a bit bigger than I like, but firm and nicely formed. 
Her legs, though, were stocky, muscular columns topped by slim, almost
boyish hips and a smallish ass.

   Her eyes closed as she slid easily down the larger-than-average shaft,
and began slowly rocking back and forth, massaging her clit on his pubic
bone while the column of his dick rubbed against her G-spot.

   I smiled as I realized what she was doing.  Her motion stimulated her
important places, but did little for him.

   She looked at me through hooded eyes.  "Mike, can you take the gag off
him, but make sure he doesn't talk?"

   Once again I bent over our victim.  "You heard the lady, Josh.  No
talking, or else!" I rapped his balls again, sliding the cane under Katy's
butt to give him a slightly gentler tap, then unstrapped the gag and pulled
it from his mouth.

   He worked his jaws a bit to relieve the stiffness, then, ignoring my
warning, "You...!"

   WHACK!

   "AAIIEE!"

   "Now, Josh!  Let's not forget what we've learned, shall we!"

   He nodded desperately, his face an interesting mottling of green and
red.

   Katy, excited by the action, started pistoning up and down on his groin.
Had his legs been together, each of her downward thrusts would have crushed
his balls.  As it was, they bounced off her ass each time, reminding him of
their vulnerability, though not really hurting too much.

   The increased friction got Joshua's motor going, and I had to tap him a
couple of times to remind him of his role.

   As she approached her climax, she hooked an index finger through each of
his nipple rings and started yanking them.  Since he was still sore from
their insertion, the pain must have been excruciating.  He gritted his
teeth and held out for a while, but when she came, Katy gave a particularly
vicious jerk that had Josh screaming like a little girl.

   After her climax, Katy fell forward on his sweaty chest, spent, with a
dreamy smile on her face.

   A few minutes later, she smiled lazily in my direction.  "Oh, Mike!" her
speech was slurred as if she'd had too much to drink.  "I've never had an
orgasm like that!  I mean, I like sex as much as the next girl, but that's
the first time I've ever had it the way I wanted it all the way through."

   I held out a hand to steady her as she righted herself, and smiled back.
"Ready for round two?"

   "You mean there's more?"

   "Most women I know can have as many orgasms as they've got the strength
to endure, and you look pretty healthy to me.  I have a suggestion,
though..."

   She looked at me quizzically.

   "If you'll move up to his mouth, I'll take your position, and we can
share him."

   Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline and her mouth formed an 'O', but
she recovered quickly and lifted herself off Joshua's penis, still hard as
a steel bar.

   "Do you want me to turn around, or face away from you?"

   "I'll leave that up to you.  If you face me, we can find ways to
increase each other's pleasure while we ride him, but if you'd rather get
all your pleasure from him, you can face the other way."

   She thought for only a moment before turning around to face Josh's feet.
"I've got to see this, and hot as I am, I don't mind a little extra
pleasure!"

   As I started to mount the table, he finally caught up, and started to
protest.  She silenced him by planting her buttocks squarely over his mug.

   "Now remember, Josh, you're still a dildo.  Since I'm not in a position
to whack you if you lose control, I've come up with another way of making
sure you don't forget!" I reached behind me, tightened a loop of parachute
cord around his exposed balls, and gave it a sharp yank.  His moan
confirmed that he understood.

   His cock was already slimy from Katy's discharge, but it was too large
to take chances with, so I applied some K-Y to my ass before lowering
myself onto his shaft.

   There are two things that make me bisexual.  The first is that it's as
much fun to top a male as it is a female, though with males, it's a
different flavor.  The second reason is that I love getting fucked in the
ass, and warm flesh beats cold plastic or rubber any day.

   I had to concentrate to relax my sphincter enough to let the purple head
of Josh's cock through my opening.  Once in, it was smooth sailing until
the bulbous tip passed through the inner sphincter into my colon.  Once
those spasms passed, I looked up to see Katy staring fixedly at the point
where my ass joined our captive's pelvis, while grinding her pussy against
his face.

   "Is he doing a good job, Katy?"

   She shook her head.  "The bastard's got his mouth closed!"

   I jerked the cord in my hand to get his attention, and said "You'd
better do your damnedest to please her, boy, or you'll go back to Moscow a
eunuch!"

   From the look on her face, I guess he must have started doing something
right.  "Move your ass to where you want his tongue Katy, and tell him what
you want him to do.  If you want his tongue up your ass, make him do it. 
You can use his nipple rings to punish him if he doesn't do what you want."

   My suggestions apparently appealed to her.  She moved toward me a couple
of inches, grabbed one of his rings while steadying herself on my shoulder,
and tugged it.

   "Yeah, you dildo!  Get that tongue as far up my ass as you can!" Her
eyes closed and she shuddered as he followed her instructions.

   "Oh, yeah!  Come on you hot tongued bastard!" She yanked harder.  "Go
deeper!  Deeper!  Clean my ass out with your tongue!  Oh damn!  That's
hot!"

   She moved back again, to give his tongue a chance to work her clit while
I started fucking myself on his cock and jacking off.

   "Oh, yeah!  Right there!  Work my clit!  Yeah!  Faster!" Katy was really
getting into it, forgetting that the nipple ring was supposed to be for
punishment, she tugged it spasmodically.  "Now do my ass again!  AAAAH! 
Damn you've got a long tongue!  OOOH Yeah!"

   She kept him moving back and forth between her pussy and ass, almost
forgetting that I was there until I started lightly tweaking her nipples.
Katy glanced up at me through a fog of arousal.  "OOOh, yes!  Do that
harder!"

   I pinched and tugged at her brown nubbins, carefully watching her
expression for signs of excessive pain.  Though I detected the occasional
wince, she continued pushing her chest toward me, and I squeezed the hard
little marbles flat, jerking them rapidly back and forth and rolling them
between thumb and forefinger.

   Her hips were going ninety miles an hour on Josh's tongue.  I doubted if
he could even hear the breathless whispers of her instructions, but his
tongue was doing its best to keep up with her.

   Suddenly, she emitted an ear piercing shriek and jerked upright, almost
tearing her overextended nipples off in my grip.  Her pelvis slammed the
helpless football player's mouth and chin several times and I had to grab
her wrist to keep her from twisting the ring right out of his nipple.  She
stiffened for several seconds, then collapsed into my arms.

   I let her rest until Josh's feeble struggles announced that he was
having difficulty breathing, then pulled her toward me, onto his chest.

   "Ohmigod!" she panted, "That was unbelievable!  Thank you, so much,
Mike!"

   I had been so engrossed in Katy's climax that I hadn't paid much
attention to Josh's reaction.  It wasn't until I had helped her off the
table and unplugged myself from his still rigid poker that I realized he
had cum in my ass.

   "Well, boy," I said as I climbed off my perch, "It looks like you forgot
what you weren't supposed to do.  What a faggot!  You didn't have any
trouble controlling yourself in your girlfriends pussy, but, despite my
orders and threats, you couldn't help but cum in my ass!  Well, I told you
what would happen if you didn't hold it!"

   I attached his ankles to a pair of chains dangling from overhead pulleys
and used the remote to pull them back to his ears, leaving his genitals
accessible for the promised punishment.  I picked up the bamboo rod, but as
I approached his ass, I had a better idea.  Instead, I handed the rod to
Katy.

   She was eager to get started, but I held her back.  "Ten, hard, on the
balls.  But remember, you have all the responsibility for his safety.  I'll
let you know if I think you're too hard or too soft - we want pain, not
injury, understood?"

   She searched my face for a long moment, then solemnly nodded her
affirmation.  The rod was thin and light, but swung hard enough it could do
some serious damage to those tender organs, and she was not a shrinking
violet, at least not any more.

   As she brushed past me, I asked her, "Do you want me to gag him, or do
you want to hear his screams?"

   She paused and looked at me over her bare shoulder.  "I think I want to
hear him scream, at least at first.  If it gets too annoying, we can put
the gag in later."

   I reminded myself not to piss this girl off, lest she later get the
upper hand on me!

   She took up position just to the right of his ass and measured the
distance and stroke like a golfer taking practice swings.  She backed up a
few inches to let herself get a full-armed swing, and measured again.

   Josh's eyes were wild as he watched her draw the rod back behind her
shoulder, and when she took the first cut, you'd have heard his scream in
the next county, had I not taken the precaution of soundproofing the
dungeon.  It was a good stroke - maybe a little tentative, but hard enough
to make him feel it and then some.

   She looked my way and I nodded encouragement.

   She stuck the little finger of her left hand in her ear and shook it, as
if her ear hurt.  "Maybe you'd better stick something in his mouth, or
we'll be deaf before I'm done."

   I nodded, "I have just the thing."

   I took a large ring gag from its hook and jammed it behind Josh's teeth
before he knew what was happening.  Using the remote, I dropped the leaf of
the table that supported his head, and allowed his head to drop backward
over the resulting edge.  Katy watched with interest, still not sure how
this was going to quiet him, until I stuck my precum-dripping shaft through
the ring gag into his mouth.  Beaming at me, Katy readied herself for the
next stroke.  As her arm descended, I plunged in until my cockhead was
lodged at the entrance to his throat.

   The vibrations from his scream on the most sensitive part of my glans
were indescribable.  Once they stopped, I pulled out far enough to let him
take a breath, then drove back in as Katy's next blow fell.

   She was more interested in what was going on at my end than at hers, and
the rod just clipped the bottoms of the exposed testicles, causing perhaps
more pain than a direct stroke, and leaving a red stripe across the backs
of Josh's thighs.

   I reminded her to watch what she was doing.  She dutifully returned her
attention to the task at hand, and by the ninth stroke, I was ready.  As
she delivered the final blow, I ploughed all the way down the poor boy's
throat, the vibrations of his scream this time expending themselves on the
middle of my shaft.  It didn't matter.  I exploded deep in his esophagus,
the pulses of my ejaculation oddly synchronized with the spasms of his
throat as he struggled not to vomit.

   When the flow of my cum had abated, I withdrew - just in time to keep
him from passing out.  Josh drew a ragged breath and emitted a soul
wrenching sob, not just because he had just been mouth fucked while his
girlfriend beat the crap out of his most prized possession.  I was betting
that the fact that his chest and belly were coated with his own ejaculate
and the realization of what that meant had as much to do with that sob as
did our abuse of his body.

   He was lost in his misery, and gave us no trouble as we cleaned him up
and moved him to the cot in the corner, shackling him spread-eagle on his
back.

   Katy and I collected our clothes and ascended to the main part of the
house, closing the dungeon entry from the pantry behind us.  I showed her
my guest room which has its own shower, then retired to my room to perform
my own ablutions.  It was a warm day for this part of the Pacific
Northwest, so after my shower, I just threw on some briefs and a ragged
pair of denim shorts.

   Katy had found, among the extra clothes I keep in the guest room, some
shorts and a halter that fit her quite well.  Actually, they were probably
a size or two too small for her, but I wasn't going to complain, since they
accentuated her figure so well.

   I broiled a couple of steaks in the oven and threw together a salad of
greens and other veggies from my truck patch, and we had a quiet dinner
while the dogs polished off the raw steaks I set out for them and gnawed on
the bones.

   Katy wasn't far behind the boys, inhaling the steak and salad, then
groaning luxuriously over each bite of my warm homemade cherry cobbler,
even though it was only reheated in the microwave.

   When we finally pushed away from the table, Katy smiled and shook her
head as though waking from a dream.  "I don't know what to think about you
or what's happened today, Mike."

   "What do you mean?"

   She gazed out my window for a long moment, not really noticing the
spectacular sunset, collecting her thoughts.  "You've turned my whole world
upside down today.  I'll never be able to look at sex or boyfriends,
especially Josh, the way I did before I came here."

   "Is that good, or bad?"

   She stared at me, then "Both.  I was comfortable with things the way
they were!  It may not have been Nirvana, but it was a world that was
familiar, that I knew my way around in.  I don't know this new world at
all, and that's scary, but I have NEVER enjoyed sex as much as I did today,
and maybe never will again, and that's scary too!"

   I gave her my best fatherly smile, "You're a very lucky person Katy. 
You've discovered early something that most people never know about
themselves.  Of those who eventually discover their true sexual nature,
most are already trapped in lifestyles that prevent them ever realizing the
joys of that discovery.  You're at the beginning of your sexual life, and
now have the freedom to make choices that will allow you have what you need
sexually, while getting on with the rest of your life.  You're lucky in
another way, too."

   She looked at me quizzically.

   "Josh is just discovering his own true sexual nature.  It's hard on him
because it goes against everything he's been taught to believe about
himself, but by the time you two leave here, he will have realized that he
NEEDS to be under a woman's heel.  If you want him, you can enslave him for
as long as you like."

   She looked shocked.  "But you said...  and the way he reacted...  well I
thought he was gay!  I mean, he came in your ass, but not in me, and he
came with your dick in his mouth..."

   "He came in my ass because of they way you were getting off on his face
and didn't come in you because I kept whacking his nuts," I smiled
indulgently, "and he came with my dick in his mouth because YOU were
abusing him.  You don't have to believe me, I'll demonstrate for you
tomorrow, and prove to him once and for all that he needs you."

   Katy slipped into my room that night, and we made love, but it did
little for either of us.  She finally got off when I rolled us over and
played with her nipples while she sat on me and rode my cock, but it was
nothing like her earlier climaxes.  I silenced her protests about helping
me cum and we drifted off to sleep.  I woke several times during the night
as Katy tossed and turned, wrestling with the demons I had awakened in her
life.

   After a quiet breakfast, I asked Katy to change into a black leather
outfit from the closet in the spare room, and led her and the dogs down to
the dungeon.  Josh too, had apparently spent a restless night, as testified
to by the dark circles under his eyes.

   "Good morning, pussy!" I said cheerily.

   He glared hatefully at me.

   Katy, following the instructions I had given her upstairs, scolded
sharply, "Is that any way to treat your host!  Apologize now, and call him
Sir when you speak to him!"

   Josh, frightened and chastened, muttered "I-I'm sorry, Sir."

   Katy, looking formidable in a halter, thong, and high-heeled boots, all
made of black leather, stalked over to the cot and gave her stunned
boyfriend a sharp smack on the inner thigh with the riding crop that
completed her ensemble.  He was instantly erect.

   "I want a sincere, heartfelt apology for our host, and I want it NOW!"
She whacked him again for emphasis.

   "I'M SORRY, SIR!  PLEASE FORGIVE ME, SIR!" I thought his cock was going
to burst.

   "That's a good boy," She gently stroked his face, then lightly ran the
crop up the throbbing length of his erection.  "Now here's what I want from
you.  From now on, whenever we're in private, you will call me 'Mistress'
or 'Mistress Catherine', is that understood?"

   He nodded and she whacked his tumescent member with the crop, making it
bounce off his stomach.

   "YES, MISTRESS CATHERINE!"

   She stroked his nipples around the rings, "Good boy!  Now, in public,
you may continue to call me Katy, but you will treat me with respect at all
times, or you will SUFFER" with that she gave his still bound balls a hard
squeeze "in private.  Do you understand?"

   "YES, MISTRESS CATHERINE!"

   "Excellent, now, I think you need to thank our host properly for his
hospitality, so I have offered him the use of your ass, and he has
accepted, so I when I release you, I want you to walk over to that bench"
she pointed with the crop "and lay face down on it.  Clear?"

   "No, please!  I can't do that!  You can't let him AAAAGGGH!" his protest
was cut off by the crop connecting sharply with his gonads.

   "That was NOT a request, boy.  You will do it eventually.  The only
question is how much pain you will endure first.  Do I need to punish you
some more?" Katy - sorry, Mistress Catherine - was really getting into her
new role.

   Josh, still red-faced, his abdomen spasming, forced out a whispered "No,
Mistress!  I'll do it, Mistress!"

   Her smile would have frozen alcohol.  "Good!  But just in case you have
any ideas about changing your mind once the chains are off, I want to
introduce you to Czar and Caesar." My big grey Malamute-Timber Wolf mix
dogs pricked their ears at the sound of their names.  "These two big boys
will make sure you keep your word."

   Josh barely looked at the dogs.  Apparently he wasn't entertaining any
such notion, so the threat of their enforcement meant nothing to him.  I
smiled in satisfaction and whispered my deductions into Katy's ear.  Her
return smile let me know she understood.

   True to his word, the young quarterback hobbled over to the bench and
lay face down.  She made him move backward a bit, until his ass was off the
end of the bench, before putting her face in front of his and asking "Do I
need to shackle you, or will you be a good boy for me and give our host
what he wants, willingly?"

   He looked like a puppy when he gazed adoringly into her eyes and said,
"For you, Mistress Catherine, I'll do it willingly, but only for you!"

   She patted his cheek gently, then straddled the bench in front of his
face and lay on her back, saying "In that case, you may please me while Mr.
Brenneman takes his pleasure with you."

   He eagerly lapped at her dripping pussy while I greased his hole and
used my fingers to prepare it for my entry.  I took my time getting him
ready, but even with the stretching I gave him, he winced and moaned when
my head popped through his sphincter.  Katy had a couple of small orgasms
while I was warming Josh up, but she really started to thrash on his tongue
as she watched my reflection in the mirror on the dungeon wall, plowing her
slave's ass.

   He was hot and tight, I was still horny from last night's unsatisfactory
sex, and Katy was blasting her passion throughout the dungeon.  Under those
circumstances it took me only a few minutes to fill his bowels with my cum,
as Katy climaxed for about the fifth time.

   I withdrew and went into the dungeon bathroom to clean myself up.

   When I returned, Katy was just climbing off the bench.  She knelt beside
Josh and spoke into his ear.  "I want you to do one more thing for me Josh.
I want to watch one of the dogs fuck you.  Will you do that for me?"

   He started to shake his head, but felt her hand tightening on his
scrotum, and turned instead to look in her eyes.  "If you'll do that one
little thing for me, I'll fuck you next!"

   She waggled a large dildo under his nose, and held up the harness that
would secure it to her groin, smiling brightly.

   He got that puppy dog look again, and said "Yes, Mistress!  Anything for
you Mistress Catherine!"

   Katy sat back in a chair to watch as I refreshed the lubrication in his
still gaping asshole, and signaled Czar to mount.  Czar is the one I most
often use for ass-fucking because his knot is slow to inflate.  This gives
his victims time to enjoy his long, vigorous strokes while gradually
adjusting to the growing swelling in the middle of his cock.

   When Czar was in position, he wasted no time in driving full length into
the young quarterback's ass.  Josh, unprepared for the violence of the
assault, emitted a grunt of pain and surprise as the dog's first stroke
sent his pointy shaft deep into the boy's colon.

   I just watched, sated for the moment, switching my gaze back and forth
between Katy, who was pumping the dildo deeply into herself, and Josh whose
face almost matched the ruddy color of his over-inflated fuckstick.  He was
dripping pre-cum as Czar's knot began to grow, causing the elastic ring of
the boy's sphincter to expand and contract as it pounded in and out of his
rectum.  Finally, the knot grew too big to be withdrawn, and Czar shifted
gears, stabbing his bitch with short, vicious thrusts, tucking his tail
under his balls and climbing the boy's ass to get his club as far up Josh's
fuck hole as possible.

   Katy had jammed at least ten inches of the dildo inside herself and was
matching the dog's rhythm with short, jackhammer strokes.  Czar suddenly
froze and Josh got a strained look on his face as the dog shot his copious
load deep into the bowels of the college boy.  Katy shoved the dildo into
herself as far as it would go and thrashed her hips back and forth three or
four times, finally collapsing forward as her abdomen seized up and
forcefully expelled the rubber dong.

   Katy used the time that Czar needed for his knot to subside to recover
from her climax, and then to strap on the dildo, adjusting the harness so
the little nub inside it could properly stimulate her clit.

   I handed her a pair of clip-on weights, which puzzled her, at first. 
When I pointed at Josh's chest, a light bulb came on in her brain and she
smiled and nodded.

   Czar finally came unglued from Josh's ass and retired to a corner to
lick himself clean.

   Katy strutted over to Josh, perched on the impossibly high heels of her
boots, bent down and cooed in his ear.  "You've been a very good boy, Josh
dear.  Now I'm going to give you the reward I promised, but I want you on
your hands and knees while I do it, so come over here."

   She stepped over to a vinyl coated mat and pointed to a spot at her
feet. He started to get up but she commanded "Crawl!"

   He immediately dropped to the floor and crawled on hands and knees to
the indicated spot.  Again she bent over him.  "These will help you enjoy
what's about to happen."

   So saying, she hung the weights from his nipple rings, stretching the
nipples until the weights almost touched the mat.

   He winced as each weight reminded him that his nipples had only been
pierced the day before, but when she had finished, said, "Thank you,
Mistress Catherine!"

   She lubed the plastic rod with the K-Y I handed her, then nestled its
rounded tip between his cheeks.  "I'm ready now.  Don't cum until I tell
you to.  Do you want it rough, or gentle?"

   He peered over his shoulder at her as she hovered menacingly above his
ass.  "G - uh, however it pleases Mistress Catherine to fuck her slave!"

   She smiled warmly at him and gently patted his cheek, then, taking a
firm grip on his shoulders, slammed her hips forward, smacking her pelvis
against his ass.

   "AAAARRRGGGHH!"

   Czar and I had stretched him, but that dildo was longer than the dog
dick and thicker than mine, so it wasn't an easy entry.  She did, however,
give him a few moments to adjust, grinding her hips against the cushion of
his buns.

   Katy withdrew the rubber spear slowly, until his sphincter was pulled
outward behind its head, before cramming it back in.  This time he gritted
his teeth and only groaned.  His groans grew softer with each successive
incursion.

   Soon he was pushing back, helping her impale him on the monstrous staff.
The weights swung wildly from his nipples, and his purple, slimy cock
leaked a steady stream of clear fluid, slapping his rigid stomach muscles
each time his mistress' cock bottomed out.

   "Fuck me Mistress Catherine!  Fuck my worthless ass!  Make me a pussy
for your cock!" he shouted deliriously, pounding his ass backward to meet
every thrust.  Soon his cries changed to a different plea, "Please
Mistress, may I cum?  Please, I need to cum!  Oh god, your cock feels so
good in my ass!  Please let me cum!"

   She grabbed a handful of hair in each hand and yanked his head back with
each stroke.  "Not yet, baby.  Hold on just a little longer!"

   His cock, by now, was practically blue and covered in pre-cum.  It
hovered horizontal to the floor - slapping his belly each time hers slapped
his ass.  Finally, her strokes shortened and she thundered spastically up
his reddened chute.  Nearly ripping a double handful of black hair from his
head, she shrieked, "NOW, BABY!  CUM FOR ME NOW!"

   With one final upheaval, she fell on his back, sweat dripping from her
flushed face, as he erupted like a geyser.  Some of his thick white
discharge passed between his arms and fell on the floor beyond the end of
the mat.  Much of it landed on his chin, the backs of his arms, and his
chest and abdomen.  Gush after gush, it poured from the end of his
untouched member, painting him and the mat under him a gooey white.

   Josh's elbows trembled, and the left one gave out, tumbling both of them
sideways on the mat.  The dildo pulled a little way out of his ass as they
fell, and he pushed buttocks back to reseat it.  Katy looked up and smiled
wanly in my direction, where I sat idly stroking myself.

   I handed Katy a pair of Speedos big enough for Josh, and a short leash
with two clips on one end and a leather wrist loop on the other.  "Bring
him upstairs when you've cleaned him up."

   I put my own shorts back on and left the hidden pantry door open as I
went upstairs to wait for them.

   I was sitting in the living room reading the morning paper when they
finally emerged, Katy leading Josh by the leash attached to his nipple
rings.  She had changed back into the clothes she wore when I first saw
her.

   She sat in the chair I indicated.  He, having nowhere within the length
of the leash to sit, stood by her side.

   Without preamble, I started in, "You have a new relationship now.  You
must decide, before you leave here if you want to keep it, understanding
that you can never go back to the way things were."

   Josh started to say something, but a sharp tug on the leash shut him up.

   "Mistress Catherine," I said, "it would make this a bit easier if you
would allow your slave to speak freely for now."

   She studied my face, searching for irony, and, finding none, said, "You
may speak, slave."

   "Yesterday morning, I would have laughed in your face," Josh said,
earnestly, "if you had told me that today I'd be calling Katy Mistress. 
Today, I would do anything for Mistress Catherine, and will do so for as
long as she will let me."

   Katy smiled up at her devoted slave, then turned to me.  "We talked this
over downstairs, before I put the leash on him.  He seems to genuinely want
to be my slave, and I guess I'll give him that chance, as long as he
continues to please me."

   I studied them both for several minutes, but they seemed sincere, so I
handed her a bundle of clothes with Josh's shoes and socks on top.  "You
should have him put these on before you reach civilization.  What you have
is special, but it will be easier for you to enjoy if you keep it private."

   "I guess," I looked in Josh's direction, "you WILL have to make up some
story about strange sex with a wild woman."

   He blushed and grinned, showing a little of his old, cocky self, "Don't
have to make anything up - I HAVE been having strange sex with a wild
woman! That's all I'll tell the guys.  They'll eat it up!  Oh they'll bug
me for details, but I'll just smile.  It'll drive 'em crazy!"

   I smiled back.  "OK.  Two more things before you go.  Josh, I don't
think this is necessary, but just in case..." I triggered the TV remote and
started the VCR.  The tape of Katy fucking his ass started mid-scene, just
as he was screaming for her to fuck him harder.  I let it play for just a
few seconds, enough so he got the idea.

   "These are meant for my private collection, and that's where they'll
stay, unless something happens to Katy, or somebody comes after me on your
behalf.  I'm not an easy guy to get to, and I have friends in law
enforcement all over, including campus security at Washington State and UI.
I went through your wallet and copied every pertinent address I could find.
Should I believe for any reason that you intend harm to me or Katy, a full
set of these tapes will find their way to your family, friends, coaches,
and teammates.  Is that understood?"

   He returned my gaze evenly, "Yes, sir.  It's unnecessary, but it's
understood."

   "Good."

   I saw them out to their SUV, Josh tiptoeing gingerly through the grass
in his Speedo and bare feet, and watched Katy climb into the driver's seat.

   The dogs followed the vehicle a little way down the dirt track, but soon
returned to sit, panting, by my feet.