Keywords: m/f, f/f, Mdom, ped, exhib, voy, 3some. S&M Author: W R Jenkins Title: Ouch! Dammit, Do it Harder Ouch! Dammit, do it harder! My arm was beginning to tire. I had been paddling her so long my bicep was getting sore. Her ass was beginning to look like swiss steak- all red, bumpy and raw. I brought my hand across and up to add more sting to the blows and finally let my arm drop. "Get off and blow me!" I ordered and she obeyed. She wanted me badly. She pushed the rings of the leather rig surrounding my cock to its base and took me in her mouth all at once. I felt her gag as my meat met her tonsils and then push on until her lips settled around the base. Then she bobbed with short strokes, never letting my cockhead escape the confines of her throat. She finally had to pull back to gasp, but then she was back taking it all until she was out of air again. I bet I'm not the only one that doesn't take much of that to be thinking force cum feeding. But I wanted to jam my cock that deep and shoot off. This was pretty wonderful, but I wanted to be more involved with the motion that would jet the hot stuff out of my dick. "Now suck the head- hard," I ordered. She pulled back and started sucking furiously on the head of my cock. I started to fuck into her mouth and she tried to catch the rhythm and bob in time with me. "Just hold still," I snapped and she froze in place as I fucked her face. I was caught up in the emotion of the moment, but the spell was broken when I jammed the studded codpiece into her nose. It was a trial of self-control to stop ramming my cock down her throat and push her head away. But it was for the better. I was wearing the contraption for a reason and it wasn't to get my rocks off down her gullet. She lay sprawled where I had thrown her and awaited instructions. "On your knees. Arms on the couch," I ordered. I straddled her legs and pushed my raging hardon into her cunt. I jammed up hard and pushed her until her head was against the back of the couch. She needed to be trapped. She needed to have nowhere to escape. I needed some help holding her so my thrusts could finish with the proper impact. That was the reason I was wearing the heavy leather, metal- studded contraption. Every thrust drove the sharp-pointed studs into her tender ass as the leather slapped her haunches with the explosions of another spanking. My only problem was throwing my hips into her hard enough to make that impact hurt. Sharp little whines as the contraption smacked into her red, raw ass told me I had mastered that part- at least in a minimal way. I knew she would be happier if I could draw screams each time I drove deep into her. But happy was happy enough. Right now it was just as much about me getting off on the hard-pounding rape of her juicy little twat. I could always torture her tits afterwards. I had spanked her with my fucking as hard and as long as I dared. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the couch so she was sitting on the floor with her back against it. Then I rammed my cock down her throat. "Suck it now, bitch," I snapped as I jammed the contraption against her face. The pop of my cock entering her throat was a signal event for us both. It brought tears to her eyes and a groan of contentment from deep in her chest. It brought me to the brink. A few heroic self- impalements later, she had primed the pump. I fucked her face like I had fucked her cunt and she screamed. It was a garbled, gagging sound, but it was a scream. We had both made it to the big time. She even struggled as I pumped out my jizm deep into her throat. I had taken her too far, given her more than she could take, made her hurt and helpless. I had also made her the receptacle for an extraordinary spurting, flowing orgasm, incredible in force and duration. The hardest thing on me was remembering that this was not the end point. My natural instinct was to let down after I had cum. Post- orgasmic glow- a more quiet feeling of satisfaction, with her I could have none of that. Particularly not now that I had driven her over the line. "Keep sucking!" I shouted, "Don't let that thing go down. I'm not done with it yet!" It was a trial for her to maintain as my choking sperm trickled down her throat and there was no relenting of the suffocating prick in her face. I had already forced her beyond and I wanted to ride that crest. She sucked on pure instinct and it only occurred to her to grab a breath when she was about to pass out. I let her off on that one. I supposed breathing was important and I had only ordered her to suck me, not suffocate herself. She was, of course, trying to swim upstream. I knew she would not be able to keep me hard. I was using the break to think of how I was going to punish her failure. Certainly her ass was beaten numb and I was going to have to take it out on her tits. "You worthless slut! Can't you even excite me?" I bullied her as my dick went soft in her throat, "Stand up!" She stood with her eyes cast on the ground like a naughty but repentant child with her hands folded in front of her. "Why cover that hole?" I snapped and slapped her hands away from her crotch, "You think anyone wants that?" "You can't even give a decent blow job," I berated her as I grabbed her right nipple and pulled her along. She followed easily and I dragged her tit to the table, pressing the nipple down on the wood with my thumb. I dragged the other tit up to rest beside it and smiled evilily at her. "I think you need some encouragement to put your heart into it," I told her with a chuckle. Then came the board. We had used a press in the past, but I hoped this was going to go beyond that. It was a banner day already. Why not try to make history? I placed the board over her tits and then swung my leg over her head. She yelped. It was a sound like a dog makes when it is hit by a car. My weight on the board pressed her tits flat beneath it and her mouth opened with the pain. I plopped my dick into it. "Now get me hard." I ordered, "You've got something invested now." She did her best to suck me through the whining. The pain was making it an uncoordinated effort, but long on desire. And it was doing the job. Her sucking was not good, but the discomfort she displayed was like Rhino horn for my libido. Her lips trembled as they slid up and down my prick and made my cock slowly stretch to attention. "Please hurt me some more," her voice trembled, sounding childlike and frightened coming through her pain. I let her up. Sometimes my genius shines the brightest when I am just making do. She was shivering with the pain I had inflicted on her tits, actual tremors of the onset of shock. Exciting her now and injecting more adrenaline would drive her beyond any bliss we had yet found- if it didn't make her heart burst. But what to hurt? Her butt was numb and her tits were too far gone for any more punishment. Oh, the simplicity of it all. Exotic for its own sake is wasted. The answer was staring at me. I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. I hit her hard enough that I could see the red streak of each finger emblazoned on her cheek. Then I swung back and backhanded her. "Unnhh!" she grunted as my knuckles knocked her head back the way it had came. "Get over here," I snapped and grabbed her by the hair to throw her over the arm of the couch. I knew her asshole was tight and dry. I knew the spit on my cock wouldn't be near enough lubrication to make it go in easily. And I knew she was thinking the same things with the light of lust in her eyes. I stuck my dick in her cunt and shoved it in. "Owww, my ass aches!" she complained, but not genuinely. I'm sure the studded leather did hurt when I rammed it into her tender ass, but that wasn't the cause of her cry. She was trying to hint that I should use her asshole. That was good. She wasn't going to have her way. I would make do with her cunt. It was, after all, the obvious answer to what part I hadn't hurt. My hand went around the bend of her thigh to sneak to her snatch. I pulled the lips of her twat apart with my fingers to find her clit and then caught it between my middle finger and thumb. She shrieked when I squeezed and I grinned. "Now that we know about your ass, how's your cunt?" I asked. "Ready for you to use me in any way you want," she sulked, chastened on many levels of the game that was our life. Trying to keep that hand in place became quite a chore as I slammed her around pretty good with my thrusts. I ended by gripping her pubic bone with my whole hand as I fucked her. That led naturally to my next thought as my fingertips sank a little ways inside her as I squeezed to hold her in place. I was going to make her cunt ache all right. She was devastated when I left abruptly, wailing and begging for me to come back and finish her. She needn't have worried. It was a quick trip to the toy drawer and back for me. "Oh Jesus, baby, don't tease me," she begged, giving no indication she could tell the rubber dick I was sliding into her hole from my own. I jabbed at her with the dildo for a while, never quite pushing it all the way in as she whined for more. Then I pushed my dick underneath the rubber phallus and forced that inside. "Baby! What's that! What are you doing!" she gasped, gurgled and groaned as the second dick was pushed into her. "Shut up," I explained with all the compassion she was due. Once I got my cock seated, it was only a matter of pushing hard enough to jam the dildo and my cock up her cunt. There were some real panic screams along the way as her cunt was rammed overfull and then filled some more. Then, with a final heave, she had the fake rubber balls up the crack of her ass and my own in the crack of her cunt. "I feel my cunt ripping, master," she sobbed and I chuckled as I bumped harder against her. "Shut up," I soothed and fucked her hard. It was as tight as her ass and wetter. She was hot and smooth and oh so full. I fucked her my best past the rubber dick and then reached out for two handsfull of hair to use as a bridle. I yanked her head back to open her throat for her screams and slammed her some more against the arm of the couch. She was making monkey babble now. I had hurt her to orgasm of her special kind and all that was left was to take her as hard as I could on the way to my own climax. I kept slamming into her and jolting the dildo until I felt her finally adjust to the fullness of two cocks rummaging in her twat. That was ordinary. I pulled out and spun her around. Hands on her shoulders, I pushed her down. "Sit on it," I ordered and waited for her to arrange one leg on each side of the couch arm. "No. Rock up on it," I told her as she sat too far back to be perched on the base of the rubber dick. I pulled her up until she was balanced on the dildo and then pressed her down a few times to seat the rubber prod inside her. I kept my hand on the back of her head as I slid between her and the couch arm and sat down. Then I pulled her face into my crotch and drove my cock down her throat. "Now blow me, bitch," I demanded and leaned back so I could thrust up at her whenever it was most inconvenient for her. She was having the kind of out-of-body experience that we were shooting for. Completely cowed by the series of pain-induced shocks and reduced to a jelly-like mass by the fading of each of those injections of adrenaline, she was moving by memory in a robot-like trance. In some way that seemed to fit with my love of control, her mechanical blowjob was quite exciting to watch. The sucking was nothing special, but the sight of her mindlessly moving her head up and down on my cock was very, very, hot. She had become in many senses the perfect sex toy. She was sucking me because I told her to. She was sucking out of reflex with no conscious input and she would almost certainly sit placidly as I used her in any way I wished. All that and wake up and cook me breakfast. It was a one-sided fantasy, as the kink came from having sex with this animated inanimate object, but that was okay right now. She had had her fun and I was willing to sacrifice, for a time, her input into my excitement. Fear, screams and entreaties are not the only flowers in the garden of love. It took a rather longer enjoyable time with her fervor blunted, but who objects to a longer blow job? Even my urgent stabs into the back of her throat did not interrupt the rhythm of her head moving up and down on my cock. As I reached my climax and sought to bury my prick deeper in her mouth, she kept moving as before and only the hot splatter of my jizm on her tonsils made her pause a moment. And she paused in a good way, remaining with her lips at the base of my cock while she sucked the seed being jetted into her throat. Even her normally active gag reflex was quieted as I banged things in her throat with the jabs that came as I jerked in orgasm. "Now you may go to your room." I instructed while she still knelt before me with my organ deep in her mouth. From that she knew I was not done with her. My active participation may have been sated for a time, but there were still many things I could do with a purely dispassionate regard for her pain and humiliation. The dildo still lodged in her cunt made it difficult to walk and I made that even more of a waddle as I cautioned her about letting the rubber dick slip out of her cunt. I followed her slow progress to the bedroom and ordered her to stand next to the bed facing away. You don't have to do a lot to restrain a woman. The truth is that most of those extreme bondage bindings are for the pleasure of the man rather than the necessity of holding the woman still. Simple bindings just don't evoke the same excitement for those with that kink. But I'm a minimalist. I think the more simple the binding, the more the victim is taunted by the possibility of escape. How simple it seems. How hard to accomplish. And since these scenarios are not for me, I like to frustrate. I locked her hands behind her in standard S&W handcuffs and pulled the dildo out of her cunt. I had something else to occupy that gap. It was on a board 2'X2', centered and about four inches tall. I had used a piece of prime walnut that was sanded to a silky smoothness and curved, ever so slightly, as it rose. I had to lift her over it and have her spread her legs so I could feed that cock-like peg into her twat. Her eyes were shock-open as I lowered her, but she did not cry out as I gently eased the wooden cylinder safely inside her. Then it only took shoelaces to hold her firm. Knees wide, ankles crossed, I looped the laces around her ankles and tied them to each other. Firm bindings and tight knots held her feet in position and I smiled at her before I left. "You can go anywhere you can manage, dear," I taunted as I walked out. We both knew there was nowhere she could go. We also knew that she would try many times while I was away. It was a new toy for us, but one I had researched and caught my ideas of tantalizing escapability wonderfully. She couldn't lift herself off the peg with her hands- it was too high. Using her feet would only press on the board and tilt the peg painfully and inconveniently exactly the wrong direction for her to escape. I was hoping she would try many times as I went about my own business about the house. I came back about a half an hour later. I had tried to become interested in some work, but my mind kept wandering to the naked woman trapped on the middle of our bed. I held out as long as I could, but then I had to go back to her. She was sitting where I left her with a perplexed look on her face. There was just a little too much sweat sheening her body for me to believe that she had sat quietly while I made her wait. I smiled at her consternation. The restraint was working just the was it was designed, and I knew she hurt herself each time she tried to grab that elusive hope of escape. "You look so pretty sitting there," I teased her, "but there seems to be something missing. Hmmmm... what could that be?" I let her search my face for some indication, but I only smiled at her. It wasn't an earth-shaking revelation. She just looked too naked. "Oh, I know!" I said mysteriously, and stepped behind her to get the nipple clips out of the toy drawer. She needed a little more stimulation. I was going to let her share her focus with the sensation from her tits. I placed the rubber- padded ends gently over her nipples and then made her wince as I tightened the ratchets down to pinch the hard nubs. The chain was for convenience and decoration and had no real weight, but she still flinched as I dropped it and it swung and bounced against her torso below her breasts. That was a nice touch, I though as I admired my work. The silver chain set off her vast pink nudity. I considered the dog collar, but decided I had given her enough of a break from the doldrums already. I left her with her new toy. It was a good interlude for me, too. I was at the point where this little spark was enough to set off the sex feeling again. By the time I came back to her, I would be anxious to fuck her and more than ready. I had felt the stirring while I was looking at her and I knew in another twenty minutes I would be hard and eager to bury the bone again. I spent those twenty minutes running ideas through my mind. All in all we masters are an orderly lot. I started by noting that I would have to let her off the peg unless I was going to fuck her face again. Since I had cum in her throat twice already, I would have to let her up. I toyed with the idea of picking her up and setting her back down with the peg up her ass. The peg would be wet enough after rummaging around in her cunt for forty minutes, but that would leave me fucking her face again. I decided to leave that for another time. In my musings I did hit on the idea. It would tie all those themes running through my mind together. I smiled at her as I walked into the room. She was on edge now, reaching the end of the imaginings and anticipations of my next actions. She had had enough and wanted some action. I gave it to her. First the broad, thick dog collar- secure, but not too tight. Then comes the leash. For now the leash is loosely draped over a bedpost. Then I have to lift her off the peg and slide the board away. A push and she plops on her face with her after end high and exposed in the air. I don't think the shoelaces can prevent her from moving her knees in, but the stiffness of nearly an hour in the position keeps her in her Indian squat position as she lays on her knees and her face. Now I bring the leash up tight to keep her from squirming too much and run my hand over the still red-streaked flanks presented for me to work my will. "Quite a predicament you've gotten yourself in," I taunt her as I make final adjustments by releasing one nipple and then catching it in the clamp again after I have thrown the chain over her back. "It only serves to demonstrate in a physical way my total submission to your will, master," she replied carefully. I had succeeded in awing her or there would not have been the precision in her answer. She was truly afraid of what I could do to her and wanted this phase to pass as easily as she could coax me into making it. Of course, only the real terror had the effect of heightening her awareness and hence her pleasure. I wasn't giving that up. But then, we defined serious injury as a week's stay in the hospital and anything else, while certainly not the aim, was fair game. She knew I was going to hurt her, but she was trying to negotiate on the how bad. Whack! I slapped her upturned ass as I moved behind her. She made a spastic truncated jerk as she reacted instinctively and was brought up short by the leash. She was captive and helpless. It was almost as if her quivering mimicked the way my cock swung hard in front of me as I knelt behind her. She knew I was going to sexually assault her violently, she just didn't know when or where it was coming. I moved up so my rigid prick rested in the crack of her ass and picked up the chain that went to the nipple clips. "If I got my riding crop, I could take my horsey for a ride," I smirked as I gave the chain a playful shake as if it were reins. "I am yours to use, master," she answered quickly, the quaver in her voice betraying the fact that she hoped to avoid that whipping on her already tender cheeks. I gave the chain a few quick tugs and heard her sharp intakes of breath as I yanked on her poor battered and bruised tits. Then I lowered my cock to her cunt and drove it in. "Ride, Captain, ride upon this useless shit," I sang my butchered lyrics to Blues Image's one hit as I fucked against her butt. Her groans were not groans of misuse. I was getting to the gratifying part for her now. My dick stirring deeper than the wooden peg could reach was scratching a desire born in the forty minutes of imprisonment. For the moment she had forgotten the threat of pain and was working her ass on me as I rummaged in her pussy. The brief flickers of pain as the nipple clips tugged at her tits only made the fucking better and made her jerk her hips with more conviction. Then I gave her a few smacks as I pulled far back to drive my length in and out of her. It was just a distraction, but she started breathing hard as I fucked her that way. Then I cleared her cunt and used two fingers to guide my thrust so I rammed back in- this time into her rectum. She shrieked. She was generally a grunter or groaner, but unsuspecting and unprepared, she shrieked as my cock battered open her back door and drove full speed up the Hershey highway. I coupled the thrust with a good, strong pull on the tit chain and she was off to the land of pain again. For my part, driving into her asshole was like stubbing my dick. My cock bumped, hit, flattened and bent before it forced the tiny brown eye to open and, with a rush, jammed into her tight confines. Her anus was like a cockring two sizes too small as I rammed into it and the best part was when it tightly gripped the base of my prick with my cock lodged deep inside her bowels. Not that I didn't enjoy that bit of pain with my pleasure. I like it a little myself, and the enjoyment magnifies when I know what pain I am inflicting for the pain received. While I could, I drove past that protesting sphincter, ramming it hard while it was trying to adjust to the intrusion. And each thrust brought another yank on the nipple chain. She squirmed when I jammed my dick in her ass, but her cries coincided with my jerks on the chain. That gave me an idea. "Here," I said, placing the chain in her manacled hands, "When this gets too intense, pull the reins to stop." I had placed the torture in her own hands. If she hurt herself enough, I would let up on her. She could do it to herself or I would. And to make her want to take it into her own hands, I grabbed her hips and doubled my efforts to slam harder into her asshole. It worked. She understood what I was doing to her and made a timid effort to pull back the 'reins'. "That wouldn't stop a pony," I scolded, "You've got to pull up this fiery charger or he's going to gallop right up to your liver." To emphasize my point, I traded hands as one pulled her back into my thrusts and the other rained whacks on her rosy red ass. In response she made more efforts, pulling on the chain to her own gasps of pain. But it was still not enough. I had not seen her nipples appear to the sides of her body. When she made the Herculean jerk that brought those mangled tips into sight, I would relent. I fucked her ass loose and sloppy by the time she made the jerk, by mistake I think, that pulled her nipples into view. I followed her yelp with an instant stop to the spanking and the fucking. "Pull up you say?" I smirked, "Then lady, I do your will." I carefully moved her ahead as I pulled my cock out of her ass so as not to strain the leash. Then I picked her up and rolled her over onto her back. I wasn't going to pound on her butt anymore, but she was still going to have to get me off. I let my shit-dripping prick rest on her belly as I lovingly untied the shoelaces. I wanted her to have the use of her legs now. I pulled her legs straight up and then let them rest on my shoulders. Then I looked down at the red-rimmed, brown-stained gaping hole below her cunt and put my dick back in. She hardly struggled at all as I trod the well-used path. Instead, she squirmed as best she could to help me slide it in to the hilt. "It's good to experiment with that," I told her, "You're going to need to squirm quite a bit to finish this job." "Are you going to help me squirm?" she asked. "No." I said simply, "that would make it easier on you. You're going to have to finish the job you interrupted all by yourself." She flopped and lurched pitifully as she tried to fuck me and her performance was at best mediocre. I shook my head and leaned over to take off the nipple clips. She must have caught a glimmer of my plan and tried to launch a barrage of frantic lunges to stay my hand. She should have known better. She had already earned my helping hand. Now she could only help herself by cooperating with her punishment. "I'm going to help you a little," I said. I placed one clip on her clitoral hood and snicked the ratchet down hard. She gasped. "Now when I say: up, I bet you come up," I sneered and gave the chain a little yank. She came up. I used her like a yo-yo, pulling her up to me and letting her down. The pain and the prospect of greater pain was a marvelous motivator for her to get her butt up. The beauty of the thing was her concern over getting up to avoid the pain dampened her realization that it was when she slumped back down that my cock drove its deepest up her ass. I was most aware of that and yanked her to large heights at the start to tire her. Then as I shortened her rise, she dropped harder and harder down onto my impaling prick. But she caught the sense of it and I only had to give her clit a twinge with a shake of the chain to make her ride her butt on my dick. She got me near enough that I could restrain myself no more. I finally gave in and grabbed her ankles to work them as I rammed my cock into her asshole with the necessary urgency. I up lifted her uplifted butt with a series of short hard thrusts and then it was time to wash out her ass with cum. This time I didn't have to remember anything. I had probably worked her to the point of injury already. And I certainly wouldn't have more to give for hours. But that didn't mean I had to let her up. She had the use of her feet now and that meant she could move around to relieve any stiffness. She just wouldn't be able to leave the bed with the leash on. That was good for now. I needed a shower and she needed to think. Well, maybe think wasn't what she would do, but that wasn't my concern. I wanted this session to come to an end with her whimpering and I thought she would be ready in another 20 minutes or so. I knew this woman. She had been restrained on the bed for about an hour and a half and we were fucking for a half an hour or so before that. Two hours was about the limit for her bladder. By the time I got out of the shower, she should be pretty desperate. I must have miscalculated. My first thought lasted only a flicker as I saw her insulting, defiant grin. My second thought was that my young wife was trying to get me to beat her to death. If she had been apologetic, I could have let her off with a little light humiliation- like rubbing her face it in and leaving her to sit on the wet spot. But her open defiance was as good as asking to be whipped. I still hesitated. Grabbing the crop and whailing away was too much like doing what she wanted. I wanted a way to punish her while remaining in control. I just looked at her and shook my head slowly to stall for time. Then I got it. "Looks like your faucet is broken," I said, "I guess we'll have to fix it." Firmly, but with no emotion I untied her leash had pulled her off the bed. I led her to the kitchen to a questioning look. I led her through and tied her on the screened-in porch. She could hear and imagine what I was preparing for her, but I wanted some surprise. I can only guess what she was thinking as I dumped the icemaker tray into a litter box. It sounded a little like thunder. The ice cubes were just for padding. I freeze breadpans full of water to keep my cooler cold. I popped out a couple of those suckers and laid them on the cubes, trying to get the right slant. Then I brought her in, sat her down and tied her leash to a cupboard door. Her howls were most satisfactory, but the Piece de resistance was the patter, patter, patter as she slapped her feet against the floor in a frenzy from the cold shock on her warm ass. I just watched as she squirmed and whined. When her struggles lost the intensity of sincerity I knew the ice had done its work. I let her steep a little longer as I went to prepare part two. If pure unsexual discipline was what she wanted, I would accommodate her. I put up the bar and attached the cuffs. I laid out the crop so she would know what was coming. Then I got her up and brought her in. "Don't feign surprise," I rebuked her, "You asked for this as much as if you had come out and said, whip me master. You know what insolence brings." She was released from the handcuffs only to be put in the thick leather cuffs chained to the bar over her head. Fastened that way, she had to stand still or run the risk of stumbling and hanging by her wrists. It made it nice for whippings that she had to try and take the lash standing as still as she could manage. That wasn't as big a problem this time. Her ice-numbed buttocks were slow to react to the stripes and I'm sure the sharp kiss of the whip was dulled somewhat. But that didn't matter. I was going for time-release suffering. I did a nice job of marking her butt- a cross-hatched pattern with pretty good evenness. Then I let her down and took her back to the bedroom. She obviously hadn't been done with the pleasure she was getting from being disciplined and she obviously didn't need me to sexually participate to get the thrill. That pretty much made it my job to deliver this discipline in a way that would keep her attention. She had slept in restraints before, but never in her own piss. I chained one hand to the bed and said goodnight. She didn't complain, but she spent a restless night as the salty urine stung her cuts. I woke before she did and for the briefest moment was puzzled by the scene. As my mind relived the night before in a flash, it also prompted me to get some satisfaction for the solo performance she had last night. I climbed over her without waking her and then slapped her awake as I resurrected the pain of the whipping with the spanking. She came awake in mid-yelp and was halted in mid-struggle by the cuff on her wrist. I decided to press my advantage and went into my Quasimodo voice. "Jussst ssee whosse been a bad girl," I hissed, "I guesss no one would mind if Quass imodo usssed her a little." "Oh Jesus!" she yelped as I moved up and pushed my morning hardon against her asshole. It was more fun than my piss hardon had ever had before. She could feel how rigid and determined it was and arched her back to push her ass up to me out of self defense. That was more opening than I needed, but I suppose it was easier on both of us to have her open her ass that way. Not that it made any difference to the way I was going to fuck her. I wanted hard, fast and now. I was going to shove my cock up her delicious little asshole like the plunger in an oil well. And the harder I could rump hump her the better. She was appropriately vocal as I drilled her rectum, her cries coming the loudest as I slapped against the raw, red pain of the mass of irritated welts on her backside. But this was for me. It was only incidental that her ass had been flayed raw. That she might suffer like this was part of the assumption made at the time of her punishment. Right now her ass was only a form of pleasure for me and the pain was just a bonus for her. When I finally dumped my load up her ass, I climbed off her and released her from the cuff. She stared at me suspiciously for a moment and then hopped up and scampered out of the room. A few moments later I heard the shower running and I knew that if I walked into the bathroom I would find her huddled in the bottom of the shower with the hot water beating down on her abused bottom. I also knew from the look she had given me that she expected this freedom to be some sort of trap. It was only Saturday and her slavery had another two full days to run. I enjoyed this power over her as much as she enjoyed me wielding it, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt her anymore that morning. I still felt a little guilty about crushing her tits. And I had beaten her black, blue and bloody throughout the evening. There wasn't much more I could do that wouldn't start to dull the edge of her pain. But that didn't mean I couldn't humiliate her. "I see you've survived the first night," I said as she walked in from her shower. "I'm sorry if that doesn't please you," she answered, in correct form, but with the wrong inflection. I let it pass. It was a little early for me to start beating her. I had other plans in mind anyway. First off, we were going to take a cue from our British friends and dress her in 'stockings and suspenders'. And, secondly, that was all we were going to dress her in except an overcoat and high heels. I considered the dog collar accesorizing. I showed her the leash and put it in my coat pocket so she would know I would use it if she made it necessary. Then we went to Dugan's. Dugan's is one of those leftover 'neighborhood' bars. I don't mean to put it down. It wasn't Dugan's that deteriorated, it was the neighborhood. Dugan's is still a bright, fine place. The neighborhood has just gotten a little seedy around it. That also goes for the clientele. Outside Dugan's I gave her instructions. Go in. Get a drink. Sit down at a table. Wait for my further instructions. I kept it simple so there would be no mistakes. I waited a few minutes and then I walked in whistling. I wanted to attract attention. I looked over the guys that were looking me over and picked one gnarled gentleman at the far end of the bar. He looked like a guy that had seen the elephant a few times in his life. I sauntered over and plopped down on the stool next to him. "You know, mister, I've got the mother of all sucker bets for you," I started out. "Okay, let's hear it," he said with a tired look. "I'll bet you a drink that I can talk a woman," I glanced around and pointed at my slave, "that one f'rinstance, into giving you a blowjob right here at the bar." "Yeah, sure, what's the catch?" he asked eyeing me warily. "We both win, that's the catch," I told him, holding my arms wide, "It's a sucker bet so you know I've got some way to make that broad blow you, but all it costs you is a drink to get your cock sucked." He just did an imitation of a grin and nodded slowly. I guess it was worth a couple of bucks to him to see how this played out. "Eddie get this guy a drink," he called out to the bartender. Beer in hand, I made my way over to my slave. I sat at her table and explained her next moves as if we were striking up a conversation. "You are going to follow me over to that man," I told her, "Without speaking a word, you are to lick his ear and turn him so his back is to the rest of the bar. Then you will slowly sink to your knees, open his pants, take out his penis and suck him until he ejaculates in your mouth. Understood?" She nodded and I got up and led her over to the man. He seemed amused, but I think he was waiting for the zinger. I don't think he considered for one minute the possibility that the only zinger was that she was going to take out his dick and blow him right there at the bar in front of God and everybody. Realitywise, there were only a half dozen people in the bar at that time Saturday morning, but it must have seemed to him to be a packed house as she went down and opened his pants. I think he wanted to protest, but how do you turn down a blow job in a bar on Saturday morning? By the time she got him hard and was sucking away, all those thoughts left. He was grunting in contentment when Eddie got curious. "What the hell is going on here?" Eddie thundered and made the poor guy jump. I stepped over to take care of this little matter and my slave kept at her assigned task. "Hey, come on, the guy just lost a bet," I told Eddie, looking around at the other two patrons of the bar, I added, "Nobody else seems to have noticed. Why don't you just let them be." "I don't need that kind of stuff in here," Eddiie said, obviously thinking she was hooking. "I told you it was a bet," I said again, "She's not a pro. Why don't you walk away for a minute and we'll see what we can work out when she's done." Eddie got a look in his eye that told me I had him. There was a nasty little fantasy in his mind that I could work on. "Come over here and let's talk," I said, letting go of the fifty I had in my hand to bribe him. We moved down a couple of stools and we leaned out heads together over the bar to talk quietly. It was silly because one guy was talking to his shot and the other- over in the corner- looked like he was asleep. "I think I saw a light go on," I told him, "What dirty little thought did you have in mind?" "First tell me how he gets a blow job from losing a bet," Eddie said. I laughed at that and said, "I bet he's wondering that about now, too." I ran down the sucker bet I offered the guy and explained that the girl had lost a bet first and this was how she had to pay up. I didn't give him all the real details, but I did mention that she was naked underneath her coat. Then I asked him again what he had in mind. He seemed to weigh my story carefully and I guess he came to the conclusion that I wasn't a pimp and she wasn't a whore, whether he swallowed the tale I was feeding him or not. "Well, there is something that runs through my mind from time to time," Eddie started. It turned out that he fantasized working behind the bar without his pants on and having a pretty woman notice and go back and fuck him while he was working. And in the way of fantasizing, he'd even mapped out where and how it could happen. I told him to go lose his pants and I'd see that his fantasy came true. I moved back down the bar and got there just in time for the grand finale. Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked on the head of his cock and jacked him off. He was squirming around like he was sitting on hot vinyl and making dog panting noises. Then he jumped like someone had poked him and I saw her head jerk involuntarily. She gave up the jacking off to bob her head on his dick and he just shuddered like a whipped puppy. She had satisfied my requirements, but she kept it up a while longer just for the guy. She was getting into the spirit. When she was finally done, she got up and stood in front of the guy. She was definitely turned on because she leaned over him and took his hand and slid it under her coat. His eyes widened for a flash as he found flesh beneath the coat, but the he went to work kneading her tits. She let him play while she tucked his dick back in his pants and then stepped away. Eddie was back now, standing behind the bar and grinning. He was wearing a long butcher's apron and I declined the opportunity to look and see if he had taken off his pants. It wasn't something I was going to have anything to do with. I just took my slave aside and told her what she was going to do next. She was just hot enough that it sounded like fun to her. She attracted Eddie down to the end of the bar and he came, after pausing to exchange grins with the man she had just blown. She murmured something to him and stepped to the end of the bar. I saw her put his hand under her coat and I imagine she was exploring under his apron at the same time. After a few moments of that, Eddie whisked her behind the bar and out of sight. Eddie was clearly distracted and I leaned over the bar to catch a glimpse of his apron billowed out in front of him and moving back and forth. She had wasted no time in getting to the root of it. I knew his secret fantasy and was afraid her exquisite mouth would sap his resolve to fulfill it. I started reaching over the bar for mixers. By the time I had the set-ups out, I figured he'd had enough of her blowjob and called out to him. His look of irritation quickly melted when he realized what I was really doing. "All right, all right, keep your pants on," he said with a delicious irony as he pushed her away from his dick and propelled her toward where I sat at the bar. He held her low all the way so she wouldn't be seen over the bar and then pushed her over the stainless steel surface behind the bar in front of me. Her head went under the bar and only her butt draped out over into the aisle in front of Eddie. He lifted her coat and folded it over her back to expose her ass and then pulled up his apron and threw it over the coat. I was too much of a gentleman to try to look at Eddie's dick as he moved forward, but I did notice him come to an abrupt stop and thought I heard a muffled grunt from under the bar. He slowly started gathering ingredients as he rocked forward and back and began to mix my drink. It seemed he liked some things better than others since he groaned softly when he poured them. Shaking the drink was the best of all. He was just plumb in love with shaking the drink. Except I noticed he was doing more shaking that the shaker. He made up for that by shaking the drink for at least two minutes and then, with a sigh of ecstasy, poured it in the vicinity of the glass. He got a lot inside the glass as the stream trailed over and back over the mouth of the glass. "On the house," he croaked as he pushed the glass toward me. As I hoisted the glass to him, I heard glass tinging on glass and a commotion coming from under the bar. Eddie suddenly got a shocked look on his face that turned into a smile. A little later I heard more noise and peeked over the bar to see my slave's rear crawling towards the end of the bar, her coat still thrown up over her back exposing her just-fucked cunt to Eddie's gaze. She just appeared at the end of the bar, her coat falling into place when she stood. She glanced at the other two patrons in the bar and waited for my next instructions. I finished my drink, thanked Eddie and walked down to say so long to our other new friend. She had done her job at Dugan's, actually more than I had planned. Having her fuck Eddie was just luck. Now it was time to take advantage of her state of undress. When I got her in the car, I snapped the leash onto her collar. I hung the end from the rear-view mirror, forming a nicely visible arc of leash for any that cared to look. As we drove out of town, I joked that I had finally made up the road sign. It was a standing gag between us that I would make up a sign that read: Look Right/ Famous Naked Lady/ 1/4 mile ahead. And then she would stand by the side of the road and I would stand behind her and open her coat every time a car went by. I didn't really have the sign, but I had a similar idea. Truckers always talk about the women flashing them on the road and some of them are telling the truth. We got on the highway and looked for trucks. When I found one that wasn't highballin' down the macadam, I would pull out to pass and tap my horn as I pulled up by the cab. Then I would open her coat and fondle her as I drove next to him. Wiggle her tits and tweak her nipples, pull up her thigh to open her to him and then rub her pussy vigorously for his viewing pleasure. We got plenty of return toots as we pulled on around and drove off. I was taking her an hour away, so we got to repeat the show lots of times on the way. I don't think she knew where we were going when I pulled off the road. We both knew the park was there, but I was the one that had plans for it. Rangers never went in the woods unless they had to. That was the way I had it figured. The natural wholesomeness of fucking in the woods was an understood part of a park, I figured. That wasn't going to comfort her any, I hoped. I walked her into the woods- stumbling in the heels and took her down the trail to a stream. I took off her coat and folded it on a rock for her to sit on. Then I cuffed her hands behind her back and put the end of the leash under a rock, warning her that it better remain undisturbed. It was a wonderful setting as a backdrop to a handcuffed naked woman in garterbelt and stockings sitting quietly at the end of her leash. I scouted the creekbed for two trees the right distance apart. Here we could have the best of everything, open air, exposure, bondage, discipline, scenery, forcible sex. Then I found them. I could touch them with the fingertips of outspread hands. They were slender, but more than strong enough to share her weight. I went back and got her. I stood her between the trees and stretched her arms up. I tilted her and tied her right hand high over her head to one tree. Then I stretched up the left hand until she was on tip toes and tied it. She didn't have long to balance on teetering toes. I grabbed her right ankle and pulled it up and toward the sapling. When I lifted her left foot, she sagged into her bonds and I tied her ankle to the tree to complete her hanging. I found I could swing her in the air by pushing on one tree and then the other. It was fascinating to watch her sway in the air. I found out she could swing in the air by herself when I goosed her and her reaction set her to swaying between the saplings. She was going to be one swinging girl by the time I let her down. "You've been quite the slut, haven't you," I addressed her as she hung, looking in the direction of my belt, "Blowing drunks, fucking strangers and letting truck drivers stare at your pussy." "I did it all, master," she replied, not without a hint of satisfaction. "And you know sluts get punished," I said evenly. "I can't help myself. I am a slut. I'll have to take my punishment," she said. Open air punishment in her precarious position had her at a fever pitch. Her nipples were so tight I was surprised I couldn't hear them crunching in their vibrant hardness. She was ready to go off at the merest touch. Her cunt must have been like a swamp. Oh yes. This called for my most inspired pieces. I didn't want to open the cuts on her ass with a switch, but there were so many opportunities at hand better than that. First off, we were by a stream. It was a cold running stream and a handfull on her back made her lunge in her bonds as if she had been whipped. I sprinkled her a few more times as she waved at the whim of the trees she had set in motion. Then I got a little more specific. With one corner of my handkerchief which I had dipped in the stream, I began to play lightly with her nipples. The jerks as I touched the cold cloth to the hard nubs were small, but the shocking thing was the look of pure lust on her face. It was lust that had gone on to pain from the grimace as I teased her nipples. Then I smacked the wet cloth across one nipple and she nearly tore the trees down with her reaction. She swung wildly, disjointedly, her tits flying in all directions as I tried to deliver further little gifts with the wet handkerchief. And then I let her swing and sway down to stillness again. I plotted my next move before I moved behind her to give her a little preview of coming attractions. She wasn't tied where she was by accident. I knew her legs had to be about four inches longer to raise her cunt to a convenient level for me to fuck her. And that's where she was tied- about four inches off the ground. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit to get it harder and then found I had her positioned perfectly as I drove my cock up her cunt. I let her think this was the big fuck for a while and amused myself by the way the trees kept bringing her back each time I thrust her away. Then I pulled out of her to her squeal and went to get my supplies. I saw a wild rose bush coming in and I clipped off a sprig to use. It was alive with tiny, scratchy thorns and they weren't likely to break off as I used the sprig on her. I didn't so much switch her with the sprig as bring it down and rake it over her skin. But that was enough to get the moans flowing from her. It was closer to discomfort than pain, but when I expanded my area to back and thighs we got a nice flinching and wiggling. Then it was time for the big fuck. I stepped up and put my dick back in her and thrust as hard as I could to see how much I could make her swing with my dick. The answer was too hard to stand there when she came back. Her return swing nearly knocked me off my feet and I stumbled back, even dropping my cock out of her cunt. I stuck it back in and tried again, only this time I moved back a little before she returned. That was it! The tree gave me a great beginnig on a fuck as it drove her back onto my cock. Then I reached between her legs and dragged the rose sprig between her thighs and over her mound. There was pussy coming from everywhere when I did that. She ouched and screamed and wriggled and swung all over my dick. There was no mistaking that she was hot. Her cunt was pouring out so much steaming sauce that it was dripping off my balls. I made plunger noises every time I thrust my cock in and out of her hot juice maker. And when I slapped the rose sprig across her tits, I sent her to orgasm heaven. Feeling her tremble and spasm on my dick as she came, I tore the sprig in two and, ignoring my own pain, grabbed her tits with the sprigs in my hands. I clamped down and pulled her to me as I smacked wetly against the lips of her cunt. That set off a whole round of twisting, twitching, swinging and struggling as she reacted to the pain, came again and was buffeted through the air both by my cock splitting open her cunt and the resilient saplings she hung from. For my part, she had never moved her butt quite so much when I had fucked her and the gripping spasms of her orgasms had never been any tighter or reoccurring any closer together. As I approached my own orgasm, I slid a hand down to her pubes. Raking the rose remnants over her pussylips and clit sent her into another shuddering orgasm and I jerked her back hard as I drove my cock hard into her soft center. It took me a couple of more seconds to come as I wildly dog- hunched her butt. And as I did, I rammed into her for all I was worth. This time I grabbed her tight and let the trees knock me off my feet with their recoil. I hung pumping out my seed and the addition of my weight to her bondage squeezed yet another orgasm from my slave. She spasmed and I spurt through our climax and I somehow regained my feet in the midst of it all. I gave her a few more thrusts to make sure I couldn't come any more and then pulled my cock out of her and jammed it in her ass before it got too soft. "Don't think I forgot anything," I told her. It was only a symbolic warning after the cataclysmic orgasm we had, but it gave her something to ponder. My hardon quickly deflated and fell out of her ass and I went about letting her down- wrists first. It was a pretty position and I considered leaving her that way, but instead I filed it for use later and untied her ankles. The stockings were shot. I had her take them off and also put her heels in the pocket of her coat. I left the garter belt on. I liked the frame of color around her ass and pussy. Then I pulled her up and pointed up the creek bed. We were walking towards civilization and I wanted her to feel the danger that she would walk naked onto a stranger. It was a real possibility and someone off the path in the wood would likely be a person ready to torment a naked women they found in the park. That would be a fine line to walk. The idea of a stranger carrying on the punishment was an exciting idea, but I had to weight the possibility of a real bad actor wanting to go too far. I decided to deal with the danger by taunting her with it. "I guess I'll be able to stop him if he wants to cut off your tits or something," I said, trying to sound unsure of myself, "As long as he doesn't come after me first." At one point I thought I heard rustling in the bushes, but no one showed. It was time to stop her anyway and I stood on a rock in the creek and made her kneel in front of me in the water. "Well, take it out and get it ready," I told her with irritation in my voice. She obeyed meekly, opening my pants and taking out my dick. She rolled her eyes up at me and sucked it into her mouth. She watched for indications of pleasure as she moved her tongue back and forth under my cock, but I was careful that the only positive feedback she got was my cock coming erect under her ministrations. "Enough play!" I rebuked her sternly, "Suck it like your ass depends on it. It does." She kept her eyes locked on mine, only squinting with the discomfort of my cock bumping the back of her throat. I was glad that I had cum so hard before, or she would have made this scene a brief one with the way she applied herself to her cocksucking. As it was I got to enjoy her efforts for some time. About halfway through this blowjob I realized that I wasn't the only one enjoying her efforts. A movement off to the side caught my attention and I peered out of the corner of my eye. There were others at the creek. But they weren't about to become her tormentors. I was afraid that if they even knew I had spotted them they would run. They were about 11. For some reason that was a better spice to the day than any of my fantasies. I could imagine coming on such a scene when I was 11 and my libido fed off the excitement I imagined was coursing through those boys. Of course, getting a blow job while I was imagining did its part. And it part was to jog me into action. "It's time for your examination," I told her, "stand up." The boys were off to the right, so I only had to tilt her a little that way for them to have a clear view of this naked lady. I shook her nipples to make her tits swing and then I hefted them. Her shaved cleft was already on display, but I knew the boys would want to see more. "What are you hiding down there?" I asked, pointing to her crotch. She caught my meaning immediately and put her foot up on the rock I was standing on. I don't think I really heard a gasp, but it was a vivid imagining. They weren't going to be able to see any more than that, so I didn't spend any time on her cunt. I spent the time calculating the best position to put her in for the boys to see my dick slide in and out of her. I finally came to the conclusion that it wasn't important. They were going to be overwhelmed by the overall without any need for the specific. And they weren't going to get that good a look from 15 feet anyway. I did try to shave that a little by directing my slave to the bank nearer them. She may have thought my lack of window dressing strange, but it wasn't her job to protest. I simply put her on her hands and knees sideways to the audience and then got down and stuck my cock in her ass. I wasn't particularly rough, but I wasn't particularly gentle either. Once I got the little brown pucker caving in, I pushed and pushed again to slide my prick past the protesting sphincter. Even without the window dressing, this was the right direction. Little periodic grunts of pain or surprise let me know I was keeping her attention as my cock jerked its way into her bottom. When I got close enough, I rammed in to slap against her ass. When I gave her that final shove, she loosed a gutteral cry halfway between a sigh of relief and a grunt of lust. I was taking her the way she liked. Nothing but male member taking its pleasure from her. Hard flesh invading her as it liked. Her submission to the invasion, her tacit approval of the impalement furnishing her the kink that made it run. The idea I was performing for children stayed in my mind, but faded to the back as I drove balls deep into her ass. They needed it, she needed it and I was getting it. And my getting it became my main concern as I was seduced by the hot grip of her ass. After all, this master-slave thing was her kink. I'll admit it didn't disgust me either, but I did it for her. On the other hand, her tight, hot, dry asshole would have been anybody's kink. It grabbed me the way you like it and it held me the way you want it. It was tough pushing and simply marvelous pulling out. And the way she yipped and moaned as I rammed it up her ass made it a totally fulfilling experience. As I reached the fulfilling part, all the other things came flooding back. It would be a shame to waste the fact that she had been performing for the kids and it would be a shame to waste the fun of watching her interact with the little dickens. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Where?" came the immediate reply and I pointed to the bushes where they were concealed. I bet they weren't as happy right then as they had been because they were caught. There was no good cover behind them and no where to go. I let her perform the child abuse. As long as we could say we didn't know they were there, it was on them. But it was about to become some sort of sex abuse of these tender youths. "I see you there," she said sternly, pulling away from me and standing up, "Now get your little peeping asses out here." They must have been pretty well-mannered boys in general, because they obeyed her. They slunk out of their hiding place with their eyes cast down. "Oh, don't want to look now," she chided, "Afraid it bites?" They both slowly raised their eyes, raking them up over the naked woman at close range. When they got to her face she was smiling. "Now you're going to stand here and watch with us knowing it," she said and turned back to me. She took her coat and threw it on the ground and guided me down onto it. Kneeling down on the side opposite the boys, she looked at them as she lowered her mouth onto my still-hard cock. "Mmmpffm," she said after a moment, and with a chuck from her elbow, added, "MmmMMppffff!" "That means I'm supposed to tell you what she's doing and how it feels," I said looking at them watching her every move intently. "Well, now she's running her tongue all over it in her mouth," I said, "It feels real good." "Oh yeaah!" I sighed as she slid her lips down taking me nearly to the root, "Now that feels like sliding down a warm tunnel to candyland." The kids grimaced at my choice of a little kid's game, but it didn't break their concentration on her mouth moving up and down my dick. I let her further attempts to swallow me whole go without comment. When she started concentrating on the top half, however, I went on with the commentary. "Mmmmm- she's sucking on it now," I sighed, "It's an incredible feeling to have her hot mouth pulling on my dick." "Look at her hand burrowing in my pants," I told them, "she's got my balls and she stroking them real gentle. That's real nice when she's sucking me like that." Then the blow job got too heated for more commentary. She started bobbing up and down on my cock with a purpose and I started gasping as she sucked my cum up from my balls in stages. I could feel my spunk rise up my cock like the sap of a Maple tree in springtime. I knew she wanted it and I was willing to let her take it. I lay back and let her work to drive me up and over the crest. She was trying to turn my cock into a chromeless bumper hitch the way she sucked on the head as she pumped her fist up and down the shaft below. And when the first spurt came, she opened her mouth and tipped her head back. She let me paint her face with a couple of spurts and then closed down on me again. She finished me and then some with more sucking, reverting to her attempts to swallow me whole and I struggled to keep coming- forever if possible. She was grinning up at the lads when I finally gathered enough breath to say, "That was a blow job, boys, but I'm afraid you'll be lucky to get one that good once in your life. Most women just don't like doing the whole job. You'll probably get something like it, but it won't be quite that complete or quite that good." I figured that was a pretty good curse to leave these kids with. I looked at her and she shrugged. "Okay. Scat." I told them and they scampered off like roaches into the woodwork. After they left she looked up and asked, "How long did you know they were there?" It wasn't a question to be allowed, but I just noted it for later punishment and answered, "While you were kneeling in the creek. But of course it was no concern of yours." I think she had forgotten for a moment her position this weekend. I pretended to consider, but was really listening to the woods around us. It was quiet enough for me. "Well, I guess we head back now. Get going," I told her and pushed her up. After her initial mental shrug at her nakedness, she became occupied with finding safe places to put her bare feet as she stumbled up the trail. It was a threat I had made many times, but today we were going to do it. She was going to go back, get in the car and leave just as naked as she was. I was considering taking her home and making her walk in the house in the same condition. She paused a moment at the edge of the wood, but I smacked her on the rump and gave her a push out into the sunlight. Then I saw the reason for her hesitation. Some teenagers had pulled in and were lounging around their car, probably smoking dope. I gave her another little shove ahead. "Walk normal," I warned her, "Walk normal or I will lock you out of the car, and I will offer you to any of them that want you." She was a good girl. She even walked a little slower than normal to the car, which was about 20 feet from the teens. There was a stir around their car as they saw us, but after they determined we weren't going to bust them, the boys just stared while the girls frowned. She milked it a little, opening her legs rather more than necessary getting in the car and pausing in her spread position before closing the car door. "What do you bet the guys come alone for a long time now?" I asked as we drove off. This time the truckers got a better look. The only thing I put back on her was the leash. But I wasn't slowing down to show her off either. This time they just saw a guy driving a naked woman on a leash by them. I didn't even tell her to put her feet on the dash and lean back to give them a better look. I was weighing the problems a naked parade across our lawn might cause and the real chance of a problem arising. Her reputation would take the big hit. It would be a kind of forever blot that would spread through the neighborhood like a brush fire in Southern California. I knew that danger would weight heavily on her when I told her to get out of the car. The danger was more immediate than I had bargained for. I forgot about driving into the neighborhood with her naked in the passenger seat. But that danger turned into the thrill of deception as we passed several neighbors without their noticing anything. It lent her a braggadocio when I ordered her out of the car. That only faded when I made her stand at the door just long enough for her to begin to feel the paranoia. I was supposedly fumbling with the keys, but I was really waiting for her confidence to fade. I wanted that feeling back when I took her in the house and continued her week-end. She betrayed her nervousness with quick darting looks left and right as I made her stand on the steps. She was jumpy enough to want to push by me when the door swung open. "Now, now, now, Rover, wait until master gets in and follow him," I scolded her. I fed her then, putting the bowl on the floor of course. When she had finished, I let her put her head in my lap and nuzzle my dick. I even let her suck on it a while, knowing it was going to do her no good. I might get it up later, but it had been a pretty active morning for me. It was like a favor for my good dog. "Good girl," I praised as I patted her on the head, "master is planning a treat for you, good girl." I looked at the clock- it was about time to put up the bar again. I told her to stay and went in to put it up. I gave her an extra link this time so she could stand flat-footed. She was going to be standing there for a long time. She was sitting on her haunches in the corner obediently. I immediately thought of taking her out to go to the bathroom. It was too light out. I would let her go inside this time, but I noted the idea- it could come in handy later. That little necessity out of the way, I put her in the cuffs. "Doesn't master want me to suck him until he's ready?" she asked. "I don't know if you would be able to stand any more than I have planned," I cautioned her, "If I were you I wouldn't risk adding anything by implying the master doesn't know what he is doing." "I am sorry it came out that way, master," she answered quickly, "I am stupid. But I only wanted to help." I swatted her ass. "Better wait until you're asked to talk," I warned, "Now you're saying I need your help." She shut right up and hung her head, rolling her eyes up to look at me past her brows with a penitent look. It was no matter, I was going to incorporate it in the story. Her contrition wasn't going to change a thing. Except that I wouldn't have to paddle her for insolence right now. The sandpaper-covered ping pong paddle was ready, but I wanted everything in the right order as I had thought it out. This was the time for demeaning graffiti. "Since you seem to be developing amnesia of your station and the rules of good conduct, I guess we better find a way to remind you," I told her sternly. I had her most whorish red lipstick in my hand. I turned it up out of the barrel and drew a circle around a nipple. I did the other nipple and then drew bigger circles around her breasts. She watched me looking puzzled and interested. Then I wrote across her chest: 'Whore's Tits'. I said it slowly as I wrote, so she would know the words emblazoned on her body. Then I drew a line from her belly into her slot. She jerked when the lipstick ran over her clit and over her hole. I added the sides of an arrow and wrote: Whore's slot. Then I went behind her. This was where I was going to put the art. I started just above her buttocks and drew a circle around her whole butt. Then I drew another inside and another inside that. I held her ass open and printed 'Bulls' on the inside of one cheek and 'Eye' on the other. Then I lipsticked her asshole like a tiny mouth. Above it all I wrote: 'Target Enforcement Area'. "Open your ass as wide as you can," I instructed as I aimed the camera at my artwork. I had to have a record of this. I was pretty proud of the display. She looked like a rape victim except for the smile. I imagine she figured I had marked the parts I would use. She was probably thinking I was going to enforce her target area. It was a logical assumption. It was a false assumption. If she had thought longer, she would have known I didn't need any of this dressing to paddle her and then fuck her. If I wanted that I would just start spanking her ass and then stick my dick in her. I was playing more of a game than that. I walked out of the room without comment. Hanging there, she deserved all the courtesy of a side of beef. I needed to intercept a doorbell. I had decorated her for Jerry. I would fuck her later, but he was going to take over for a while on the continuation of fuck a stranger day. Except Jerry wasn't really a stranger. He came over with the guys to watch football from time to time and she knew him by sight and probably by name. But she was ignorant of anything else about him. Certain details were going to be revealed to her tonight, however. Like the size of his cock. I knew it would be more embarrassing for her to fuck someone she knew, even slightly, in her own home than it was the strangers in Dugan's this afternoon. I added the window dressing to get that feeling flowing right from the start. It was one thing to share this secret between us, it was another to have it seen by people she would have to see again. Especially marked the way she was. Jerry had been briefed in the basics and I would be handling the rest. We grinned at each other when I let him in. She was hanging with her back to the door so the first view Jerry had was of the big bullseye on her butt. "That sure is a slutty looking woman, huh," I said to Jerry. "Looks real inviting," Jerry said and she tried to whip around and see who was speaking. "What's the matter?" I asked as she tried to look over her shoulder, "Horny already?" Her mouth opened and worked several times, but she stopped each time apparently afraid of saying the wrong thing. She didn't realize it wasn't going to make any difference. Jerry was going to paddle her and I was going to sit in front of her and ask her how it felt no matter what she did. "Or are you shy about people knowing what kind of slut you really are?" I asked. That struck the chord. Being the toy took on a kind of reality it had not had before. She was being submitted to something she wasn't ready to do. At least it wasn't something she was sure of. This really felt dangerous. "I'm your slut, master," she said mechanically. "She usually has more sincerity," I told Jerry, "Maybe showing off painted like a whore has become routine for her." I picked up the ping pong paddle and walked by her so she could see it. I threw it to Jerry. "Maybe she'll liven up if you warm her up," I told him. I pulled up a chair to sit in front of her and saw she was frantically surveying my face. I think she was trying to make some sort of pleading connection. I know she was searching for some reassurance. She may have been ready to try and pull the plug on this little weekend. "They all know you're a slut now!" I grinned as I stared back at her, trying to keep my face an unreadable mask while feeding her the facts to make a good decision, "I guess we'll be piercing those nipples soon." That last was a comment about her feeling about publicity. She wanted to have clip-on pierced nipples- ones that were pierced while we were playing submission games and went back to normal the rest of the time. And in the same way it said: decide whether you want to play or not. This is humiliation- take it or leave it. Anger? A flash of anger at her master? I had come close to seriously injuring her on Friday- to her delight. This weekend of slavery was her idea. She wanted to go beyond the 'game' and have me make it real. She was going to get real. Real hard if she didn't go with the flow. All this took only the few seconds it took for Jerry to raise the ping pong paddle and bring it down on the lipsticked target. Her eyes flew wide-all other emotion being wiped away by the sudden fire struck in her behind. She managed to gulp as he pulled his arm back again. "Oh god! that hurts!" she whined as his arm brought the paddle down again. "Shut up," I soothed, and encouraged Jerry with a jerk of my head. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow," she yipped as she danced around her little circle on tiptoes, trying to skip out of the way of the blows. Her butt was turning as red as the lipstick. I could see the broad, red splotches as she twisted and turned under the falling blows. Jerry was doing his job to perfection. I gave him the nod he was waiting for after a while and he stopped. Both of them were looking to me now, but only one set of eyes was red-rimmed and tear-stained. And only one was still shaking with left-over sobs. I let that one down. Still holding her leather cuffed hands, I gave her the instructions. "That was a very good spanking, wasn't it?" I asked and pulled at her wrists until she nodded in agreement. "I want to congratulate Jerry for spanking you so well. I want you to go over and give him just the best blowjob in the whole world. Don't embarrass me by being half-hearted," I told her and spun her around to face Jerry. This was really the crux of the evening. She would either meekly go over and blow Jerry or she would start causing trouble and ruin the whole thing. It was such a small difference to blowing the guy in Dugan's. I meant it to be spicy, but I didn't think she would rebel as much as she had. Had. I don't think the rational part that objected was in control any more. The lust had crept into her eyes with the tears and she was the dirty slut now. She knelt before Jerry and pulled down his zipper. When she reached in, I stopped her with a sharpening of my command. "No, no, no, take his clothes off of him first," I told her. She remained on her knees and undid his belt to lower his pants. "Shoes first, stupid," I scolded her, "and kiss his feet for being foolish." She undid the shoes- one at a time and had him lift each foot in turn to slip them off. She followed the same routine with his socks. Then she bent her face to the floor and kissed his feet. I saw the bulge appear in Jerry's pants as she ran her tongue around his toes. Naked foot-kissing women are a powerful aphrodisiac for most guys. When she had treated both feet to a tongue-bath, she lowered his pants and then his jockeys. He was certainly at the ready, dick swinging proud in front of him, when she stood to undo his shirt buttons. She pulled off the shirt and he was naked in front of her. She sank slowly to her knees, rather than slower than necessary. I think she was surveying Jerry as she went down. She fondled his throbbing prick for a moment and then took him in her mouth. Jerry was grinning from ear to ear. He had been studying her as she studied him, but now he was just losing himself in the luxurious heat of her mouth. And she was obviously losing herself in playing the game. Her sucking was probably pretty good to Jerry, but it certainly was putting on a show for me. It was a live sex show with my favorite actress. I had to remind myself not to let her go too far. "Okay, okay, that's enough of a congratulation," I told her as his thrusting into her mouth became a little too serious. "Come over here." She obeyed immediately, getting on her feet and stepping towards me. I led her to the bed and chained her ankles to the foot. I left her hands free since there wasn't much she could do with her legs spread in that position. "I think we should test Jerry's markmanship before we congratulate him any more, " I said and stepped aside for Jerry to take his place. It was an easy hint with her butt painted the way it was. Jerry crawled up behind her and loomed over her, his cock finding the lipstick-red bullseye. With her legs so far apart, she couldn't even help as he pushed forward and drove his cock into her asshole. Her hands clawed at the bedclothes. It was all she could do as he sank inch by inch past the protesting sphincter. I was proud of Jerrry's proficiency in drilling her. There was no hesitation, no mercy despite her struggles. I don't know if he understood the game or was just naturally ruthless, but he was as inevitable as taxes driving his cock up her hole. "Damn," I congratulated Jerry while addressing her, "You're going to have to fuck him nice for him scoring a bullseye like that. He's right in on the first try and you ought to reward him." Of course she was as able to reward him as she was to avoid him. I suppose she could have squeezed her cheeks on him, but I was only badgering her about her helplessness. Jerry was badgering the rest of her. There was no longer any trace of the hesitating woman in her. That timid one had been driven off by the lust of her pain and was being kept at bay by the degradation of this servitude. She wasn't just having an orgasm, she was an orgasm, twisting and whining beneath him on the bed. Leaving her hands free was an inspiration, I noted. Her ankles kept her fixed in the vulnerable position and no amount of flinging her hands about or clawing at the bedclothes was going to change it. It did give her magnificent access to pointless struggle, however. Jerry was grinning when he climbed off her. He seemed to have enjoyed his little scene and he added an amused chuckle to his smile when he looked down at himself and saw the remnants of her lipstick bullseye that had transferred to his crotch and belly. We were a pretty nasty pair and Jerry must have really felt adventurous having come to play our kinky games with us. "She will want to thank you properly for that," I told him, "But I guess you'd like to clean up now." I knew Jerry wasn't me. He would think of his job as over for a while. He wasn't conditioned to the ever voracious need of my slave/wife. But that was the beauty of sharing her with a friend. He could go shower and I could take over. "You will wear the cuffs because I think Jerry likes them," I told her as I released her ankles from the end of the bed, "And you will be our pet. Our pet pussy, to be exact. You know how a cat acts. You will be a cat in heat." She picked up the game quickly. She didn't try to rise, but slithered off the bed onto her hands and knees and followed me across the bedroom that way. When we got to the living room, I showed her the litter box. "You're our pussy. This is pussy's bathroom." I told her. She digested that information without a show of emotion. I thought I had come up with a good one. She was walking around and around on her hands and knees, rubbing her head against my leg when Jerry came back. He was wearing one of my bathrobes and he pointed with a question on his face at her. "She's our pussy," I said simply, "Our little pet will play quietly until we want to use her."