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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Perfect Birthday Present (Fdom/M, wife, rom, bd) by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com) *** Bill's wife asks him to be her sex slave for her birthday weekend. He goes along and has a fantastic time. *** PART I-Friday Evening I arrived home, flowers in hand, ready to celebrate my wife's 25th birthday. When I entered our town house I was surprised to find her absent. She had been explicit. She had told me that she had definite plans for the weekend and that it was important that I be home by 6. I had not inquired further, assuring her that whatever she wanted to do for her birthday was just fine with me. I never dreamed that she would take my agreement so literally, but I was to learn quickly. I walked into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. I spotted an envelope addressed to me in her handwriting on the kitchen table. I found a vase, put the flowers in with some water and centered it on the table expecting that she would be pleased with my thoughtfulness. I then opened the envelope. In it were two sheets of paper. The first read: *** My Dearest Husband Bill, You have been very sweet to agree to do what I want for the weekend. I have made extensive plans for us and if you agree to follow my wishes I am sure your weekend will be as wonderful as my own. I want a weekend of sex, sex and more sex! Specifically I want you to agree to be my naked sex slave for the next 48 hours-until Sunday evening at 6. During that time I will expect you to obey my every command. If you do this, not only will I receive pleasures beyond pleasure, but also you will have the most erotic experience of your life. I know you will enjoy it. If that is not enough incentive, if you will be my sex slave for the weekend I will be your absolute slave when your birthday weekend comes next month. If you are willing to serve me as my slave, follow the instructions on the attached sheet. Otherwise, just meet me in the living room for a drink at 6:30. Your loving wife, Beth *** I was flabbergasted but aroused. Beth and I had been married for five years and had dated for a year before that. Sex was good, but not adventuresome. We made love once or twice a week and when it wasn't in the missionary position it was because she was on top, and that wasn't often. I knew from reading that oral sex was very popular with couples these days, but we didn't do it, just getting right to the main event. It wasn't that Beth was frigid, she had intense multiple orgasms, it's just that we were both inexperienced. I had been with only two other women before we met and had been faithful to her since then. I think she'd had sex with one boyfriend before me, but she had certainly not "done it" with him more than a few times. I was sure she had been faithful to me since we met. The idea that my wife would want me to be her sex slave as a birthday present just wasn't something I would have dreamed of. But judging from the state of my cock, it was an idea I liked. The thought of being naked and serving her fantastic body was thrilling. Beth is a 5'8" redhead with a slim figure carrying good sized, well-shaped breasts. Her nipples are fantastic, very prominent and prone to erection during sex. Just the thought of her naked body stiffened my cock. I wouldn't be meeting her for a drink in the living room. I hadn't read the attachment, but I already intended to follow instructions and to give her what she wanted. I would be her naked sex-slave for the weekend. I knew she loved me and I trusted her completely. The thought of being the slave of a gorgeous redhead with great tits and long legs was fantastic. I couldn't wait to worship her body with my cock. The attachment to the letter asking me to be a sex slave provided explicit instructions for my preparation. "Slave-obey the following commands or expect punishment for disobedience. Go to the guest bathroom where you will find all your toiletries. Remove all your clothes and put them in the hamper. Remove your wedding ring and watch. (Slaves are not married and do not wear jewelry. They rarely wear clothes.) Shave closely and shower thoroughly. Use the toiletries I have provided. Next go to the kitchen completely naked and fill the champagne bucket with ice. Take the champagne bottle from the refrigerator and take it and the ice bucket to the mistress bathroom. At 6:25 light the candles I have placed in the bathroom and bedroom. Turn off all other lights. When you hear me enter the front door at 6:30 get on your knees at the foot of the bed, make sure your cock is hard and await your mistress' arrival. Remember that for the next 48 hours you are not my husband but my sex slave. Your body belongs to me. You will speak only when spoken to and you will limit your responses to either 'Yes, Mistress' or 'No, Mistress' unless specifically instructed otherwise." It was already 10 past 6 and I didn't have much time before 6:30. My cock told me this was something I really wanted to do. I bolted up the stairs unbuttoning as I went. I skidded into the guest bathroom. I nearly ripped my clothes off and threw them into the hamper. I put my ring and watch on the vanity top. I lathered my chin and shaved hurriedly but thoroughly. My hand was shaking with excitement and it's amazing that I didn't cut myself. My erect cock kept bumping into the cold countertop. I turned on the shower and climbed in. I lathered thoroughly, my head spinning with the concept of being a sex object for my wife's pleasure. Visions of her naked body demanding pleasure from my throbbing cock were overwhelming. I don't know how I avoided shooting a load right then and there, although I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to do so. I dried off, put on the aftershave and antiperspirant that Beth had provided and raced down to the kitchen, my cock jutting before me like the prow of a boat, my balls bouncing beneath. I felt absolutely wonderful. I got the champagne and ice bucket and raced back upstairs. The curtains were drawn and the room was dark. I noticed four candles spread around the room and when I entered the bathroom I found three more along with a champagne glass on the edge of the bathtub. The bedside clock said 6:25. I grabbed some matches lying near one of the candles and started lighting them. I had just finished when I heard the front door open. Beth (my Mistress) was home. I dumped the matches, and moved to the foot of the bed and knelt. While concentrating on my chores, my cock had wilted a little, but a few strokes restored it to splendor. I realized that Beth had now seen that I was not in the living room and that her sex slave must therefore be waiting naked on his knees. I heard her start up the stairs and my cock got harder. *** My mistress (as I was beginning to think of her) entered the bedroom. She looked haughtily down at me. "I see my slave has followed instructions." "Yes, Mistress," I said. She walked imperiously around me examining me from every angle. She was wearing shoes with very high heels and a dress of a blue satin that hugged every curve of her luscious body. Her nipples poked through the fabric. My cock became even stiffer. "Stand up, slave." "Yes, Mistress," I said as I got to my feet. "Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head!" "Yes, Mistress," as I complied. She continued to move around me, but now she rubbed her hands over my body as she did so. She rubbed my chest and tweaked my nipples causing my cock to twitch. She ran her hands possessively over my ass and then finally she stopped in front of me and cupped my balls with one hand and grasped my cock with her other. She looked me in the eye and said "Slave, are you prepared to obey my every command? Are you prepared to provide me with every sexual pleasure that I demand? If so, you will have orgasm after orgasm. You will drain your balls over and over again to please me. Are you prepared?" "Yes, Mistress," I said most sincerely. "Then draw me a bubble bath and you may begin serving my body." "Yes, Mistress," I said as I moved into the bathroom to start her bath. She followed me and as I bent over to start the water she stepped close behind me and thrust her pelvis against my ass while reaching around my waist and caressing my cock and balls. I was in no hurry to finish regulating the water, but she finally let go of me and demanded "Prepare me for my bath. First remove my earrings!" She stepped close to me and thrust her tits into my chest. My jutting cock was in contact with the slippery smoothness of her dress. It was difficult to concentrate on removing her dangling earrings. Fortunately, they were hung on simple open loops and even a fumble-fingered sex-slave with a throbbing cock could do it. "Remove my dress very slowly!" she commanded. She raised her arms straight up. I grasped the bottom of her dress and lifted it inch by inch sliding my hands over her hips, past her waist up her sides and then along her arms. She was as tall as I am in those heels and I had to get right up against the whole length of her body to get the dress to clear. As I slowly inched the dress up she ground her body against me. I could feel her naked tits against my chest and my cock lodged between her legs. I finally slid the dress over her head and stepped back. I couldn't believe my eyes. Mistress was wearing a shelf bra that pushed up her tits while leaving her nipples completely exposed. Below the waist she was wearing only a garter belt and stockings-no panties. She must have bought the belt and bra for this occasion, because I am sure she had not had them before. The sight of her wearing those items and also high heels was incredible. It felt as though my cock got even harder, something I wouldn't have believed was possible. It was throbbing. I carefully hung up her dress. Again she thrust her chest into mine and commanded, "Remove my bra!" I reached around her and fumbled with the clasp. She grabbed my ass and ground her body into mine. When I got the clasp loose she let go and stepped back and the bra fell to the floor. I retrieved it and placed it carefully on the vanity. Her body was magnificent in the flickering light of the candles. Her erect nipples jutted straight out from firm and rounded handfuls of tit-flesh. Her narrow waist dipped down to a neat bush above her cunt. I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms, carry her to the bed and fuck us both silly. But I knew my place. It was not my initiative. I must do what my mistress commanded. "Get on your knees and remove my stockings and make sure you please me as you do so!" "Yes, Mistress," I said as I knelt before her. I had never seen a garter belt in real life, but the principle seemed obvious. I unclasped the stocking on her left leg and then began to roll the stockings down her leg using the palms of my hand. I started with the upper edge of my palm against her cunt so that I rubbed against it as I moved my hands into position. From the way she trembled, I gathered that I had done this job right. I repeated the process with the second stocking and as my hands reached her knee she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my mouth towards her cunt. "Kiss my cunt, slave!" I was startled but not reluctant. As I said, we did not practice oral sex, but I had read about it and was game to try. I planted my lips on her cunt and stuck out my tongue and wiggled it. She ground her twat against my face. "You obviously need training, but we have a whole weekend for that." She pulled away. "Turn off the water, Slave, the bath is full enough." I complied and she stepped regally into the tub holding my outstretched arm for support. Haughtily she reclined into the bubbles. She leaned back and thrust out her legs. Her tits bobbed near the surface, the nipples occasionally poking through the foam. "Pour me champagne!" she commanded. I removed the wire cage from the bottle and carefully popped the cork. I poured her a glass and handed it to her. She disdainfully took it and sipping said. "Assume the position-legs apart hands behind your head. I want to enjoy the view of my property!" "Yes, Mistress," I said as I complied. My throbbing cock jutted upwards at 45 degrees. The glans had turned purple with excitement. I was positioned so that my cock was no more than three feet from her and she ogled it possessively. After five minutes or so of examining me while disdainfully sipping her wine, she commanded "Pump your cock until you cum, slave!" I couldn't believe my ears! She wanted me to masturbate in front of her. This was the same woman that only last week averted her eyes when I peed in her presence. Now she wanted me to whack off for her so she could see my jizz fly. She didn't have to command me twice. I grabbed my cock and started pumping. My cock had been rock hard for almost an hour. It had been physically and visually teased to the limit. The jizz had been boiling in my balls. With what seemed like only four strokes my balls erupted and my cock sent ropes of jizz flying from the end of my steel-hard member. I hadn't watched myself whack-off for years, but I'm sure I squirted more jizz farther that time than I had when I beat my meat as a red-hot sixteen year old. I could tell that Mistress was momentarily startled. I am sure she had never seen a cock erupt, although she had felt mine cum in her cunt many times. She managed, however, to maintain an imperious mien and simply commanded, "Now clean up the mess you've made and get back in position." I took a wet washcloth and cleaned up the mess and then again "assumed the position." My cock had flagged, but while softer had not much diminished in size. I still felt studly and a suitable sex-slave. Once Mistress had finished her champagne she commanded me "Slave, wash my body!" I reached for a washcloth, but she interrupted "Use your bare hands." My cock began a rapid comeback. I knelt by the tub and lathered my hands and began to wash her body. I started with her left foot. I washed it carefully and then began to move up her leg. Mistress lay back sipping champagne trying to appear as though she wasn't experiencing the feelings I was arousing. But her body was beginning to tremble again. As my hand reached her crotch after a five-minute long journey, I made a point of caressing her cunt and in particular her clitoris. She convulsed for the first of many times that weekend in an intense and prolonged orgasm. I kept on "washing" her cunt until she came down and then started in or her right leg. I moved very slowly and lasciviously and when I reached her cunt several minutes later she was again ready to cum-and did. I started on her left hand and spent five minutes moving from there, up her arm onto her chest. I washed her beautiful left tit paying special attention to the nipple and then moved slowly down her belly to again reach her cunt just as she was ready for a third orgasm. I had to reach across her to work on her right arm and side and I used this opportunity to rub my recovering cock against her left tit. Again I moved luxuriantly and ever so slowly into her tit and then down to her cunt giving her time to recover for a fourth orgasm, perhaps the most intense of all. Experience told me that she was done for a while, so I moved back to the "position", proud of the recovery my cock had made. Mistress continued to sip champagne and after I replenished her glass for the second time, she commanded, "Wash my hair." As she said this she scooted forward in the tub raising her magnificent tits from the water into clear view. The sight of them adorned with flecks of foam hardened my cock some more. I was nearly ready to cum again. I stepped into the tub behind her and settled down with her between my legs with my cock shoved against her ass cheeks. It felt incredible. She leaned her head back on my chest and I poured some water carefully over her hair being careful to avoid getting it in her face. I slowly worked shampoo into it her long auburn mane and worked up a good lather. After washing her hair for about ten minutes and massaging her scalp I slid my hands down over her tits and washed them thoroughly with the shampoo suds. I then moved my hands below the waterline, found her clitoris and tweaked her to a fifth orgasm. She lay against me spent for almost ten minutes. Then with an obvious effort of will she got hold of herself and commanded. "Turn on the shower and rinse us clean!" I turned on the water and used the flexible showerhead to rinse her hair. Then she rose out of the water like Aphrodite from the ocean-and more beautiful-as I rinsed her entire body of suds. I also rinsed myself as the water drained from the tub. *** I used a huge fluffy towel to dry her body. I was particularly gentle when I dried her gorgeous tits and I knelt before her when I toweled her legs and cunt. When she was dry, she commanded me to apply moisturizing cream to her body. I was already on my knees, so I worked upward, slathering her gorgeous legs and ass, tweaking her clitoris before moving up. I made sure that her tits were well treated and then worked on her shoulders and arms. My cock was at full, throbbing extension by now. She commanded me to the bedroom where she sat at her makeup table while I dried and combed her beautiful hair. She had me apply conditioner. I brushed it one hundred strokes until it was gleaming in the candlelight. Finally she was satisfied with my job as bath slave. "All right, slave boy, on your back on the bed! It's time you learn your real purpose in life." I lay down on the bed with a "Yes, Mistress." To my astonishment she picked up a pair of silk scarves and used them to bind my hands to the headboard. The astonishment did not extend to my cock, which hardened another notch. It felt huge. She also bound my legs to the foot of the bed. I was spread- eagled and helpless before her. My eager cock thrust upward, rigid with excitement. "You belong to me, slave. Your only job is to concentrate on giving me pleasure. If you get pleasure from doing your job that is secondary. Your body is mine to use as I wish for my own pleasure. I will do anything with it I want. You have no recourse but to accept what I want to do. I had not realized how much this feeling of power over you would affect my cunt, but it loves it." She moved over me. "Your nipples are mine." She began to kiss, tongue and nip at my nipples, first one and then the other. The effect on me was electric. I began to squirm with ecstasy and my cock throbbed with the feeling. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but she didn't relent. She kept laving until I thought my cock would erupt. "Are you beginning to understand what is going to happen to you?" "Yes, Mistress," I responded. "Your cock and balls are mine too!" With that she grabbed my balls firmly in one hand and my cock firmly in the other and began to rub them. If her nipple sucking had been wonderful, this new sensation was fantastic. "I can use these toys as I want," she said. At that she bent her head down and licked my balls and then my cock. Then, to my surprise and infinite pleasure she opened her mouth and sucked my cock into her throat. I had dreamed of her doing this, but it had never happened before. It was all I could do to resist exploding a torrent of cum into her mouth, but I knew that I shouldn't and somehow resisted the need. After she finished convincing me that she owned my body, she announced, "All right, slave. It's now time for you to learn to please me with your cock and tongue." She spread her legs over me and brought her cunt over my face. "Stick out your tongue, slave boy. We'll start your training as a cunt-lapper." I didn't have time to respond. I just stuck out my tongue and suddenly her cunt was against my lips. "Wiggle that tongue and don't stop!" she commanded. I wiggled my tongue furiously and she moved her cunt around until suddenly I sensed my tongue in contact with a hard nubbin of rubbery flesh. She immediately began to moan. I have already noted that I was not an experienced cunt-licker, but I knew enough of anatomy to be sure that I was tonguing her clit. I flicked and licked with my tongue for all I was worth and was even able to take it between my closed lips and suck on it. Suddenly Mistress spasmed and arched, almost pulling away from my ravening tongue. I moved my head up following her cunt, sucking and tonguing furiously as she came in a shuddering orgasm. I kept up my attentions driving her higher and higher into bliss. She didn't let up. She continued to grind her cunt against my mouth and had orgasm after orgasm, each one louder and more intense than the one before. Finally she moved off my mouth and slid back onto my belly. "Now it's cock training time, slave boy. I'm going to ride your cock until I've had all the pleasure I want. When I'm satisfied, I will command you to cum. Cum before I tell you to and you will be punished. Do you understand, slave-boy? Your cock is mine and you will use it for my pleasure not yours!" "Yes, Mistress," I said. My cock was as hard as I had ever known it. It felt as though it were two feet long. All my consciousness was focused on my cock. I had never felt so horny. She reached back and grasped my cock and then in a smooth motion slid backwards impaling herself to the hilt on my shaft. She began to ride it, moving up and down. Within a few strokes she had gauged its length perfectly. She would pull almost all the way off and then slam down burying the whole length in her hot, wet pussy. Within six strokes she came again. Then she leaned forward so that her tits hung near my mouth. "Suck on my tits, slave boy!" I began to suck on then, using my tongue to tweak her nipples. I sucked on one and then on the other. She had another furious orgasm as I desperately tried to concentrate on pleasing her without being distracted by the overwhelming urge to cum. Suddenly it was all too much. I groaned, and then screamed. My body arched upward driving my cock even deeper into her cunt. My balls erupted and a geyser of cum raced through my cock flooding her twat. I came in wave after wave of pleasure and she reached a final orgasm of unbelievable intensity. She too screamed and gasped. I could see in the flickering light that her face was suffused with blood. She collapsed against me, her soft tits rubbing against my chest. I could feel cum and cunt juice beginning to drip around my softening cock onto my belly. I was spent. I had never experienced such an intense orgasm. I don't think she ever had either-certainly not with me. She recovered quickly, pushed herself up and glared into my eyes. "You were told not to come until ordered. You will pay for that." She climbed off of me and began to untie the scarves and ropes. "I will punish you, but we haven't time now. It's time to go out to dinner. I will deal with your misbehavior later." *** She grabbed my cock and dragged me into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, legs spread far apart and handed me a bottle labeled "Strawberry Douche," another purchase for this occasion. She handed it to me with the command, "Flush your jizz from my cunt!" I was unsure what to do but carefully placed the tip into her gaping twat and squeezed the bottle. Water cascaded out of her cunt flushing gobs of my jizz along with it. It was an amazingly intimate moment. I wouldn't have thought that the women who closed the door when she peed would allow such lascivious familiarity. I squeezed several more times flushing her clean. She commanded me to clean myself and she watched haughtily as I soaped and rinsed my cock and balls in front of her. When she was satisfied with my obedience and cleanliness she sent me to the kitchen to microwave a plate of food and to return with it and a bowl. She commanded me to fill the bowl with water and to place them on the floor near her dressing table where she sat fixing her hair and makeup. "Get on your hands and knees slave boy and keep your ass high in the air so I can see your cock and balls while you eat. Don't use your hands, just eat like the animal you are." It was wonderfully humiliating and stimulating to pose like that before her. I was very conscious of my cock and balls hanging in plain view beneath my vulnerably exposed ass. When I had finished eating she had me clean up, giving me 3 minutes to do so. By then she had fixed her hair and makeup to her satisfaction. I thought she looked fantastic. She then had me dress her. I put on her garter belt and stockings again paying careful attention to caress her legs and cunt while performing these ministrations on my knees before her. She ordered me to lick her clitoris while I worked. I then rose and helped her on with her dress, the reverse of the earlier disrobing. She raised her hands very high and I had to rub my naked body against her to reach high enough to slip the dress over her upraised hands. I settled the dress into place. It was emerald green. The dress was of a clinging material and cut deeply along each leg up to the middle of the hip. It was slit down the middle almost to her navel. She was wearing no bra and the fabric clung to and revealed her hard, jutting nipples. When she moved, the front would gape open revealing the slopes of her magnificent breasts. With her hair piled up to emphasize her long neck she was queenly. My cock began to recover. I knelt again and slipped on her pumps with three-inch heels. "You will attend me as I dine out. I would prefer that you remain naked, but the restaurant requires that those in attendance wear clothes. Put on those in this box." I moved to my dresser to get underpants and she halted me. "You will wear nothing but the clothes in the box. I put on the clinging shirt that caressed my nipples and made my cock a little harder. The pants were not too tight and of a silky material. My balls and cock had room to swing freely and rub against the provocative material. I slipped barefoot into loafers. She put what appeared to be a gold, dog's choke-chain around my neck. "I have the leash in my purse if I should need it," she warned. *** She led me down the stairs and out the front door. I admired her jiggling ass molded by the green dress. There was a stretch limousine waiting at the curb. She had me open the door for her and she slid in. I followed and sat next to her as I closed the door behind me. There was an opaque partition between the driver and passenger compartments and a soft light suffused our area. The car moved off without hesitation. "Don't sit there. Kneel before me, slave." I got down before her knees in the ample space the stretch provided. "Drop your pants to the floor and unbutton your shirt!" I complied. I had felt vulnerable in the bedroom while she was clothed, but the feeling of being exposed in a moving vehicle was much more intense. "You need to practice your cunt sucking skills, slave. Go to work!" She leaned back in the seat and I lifted the front panel of her dress exposing her twat framed by the garter belt. I now understood one reason why the dress was designed as it was. I fastened my lips on her cunt and began licking her clitoris as she had taught me. I sucked, nipped, lapped and tweaked it with my tongue. "Stroke your cock for me, but don't cum!" I grabbed my recovering cock and began to stroke it as I continued my ministrations to her clit. I didn't have to worry yet about an unauthorized cum. I had already shot my wad twice in less than two hours and I would need a little longer before I could cum again. But the sensation of being exposed with my pants around my knees while I stroked my cock and lapped my mistress' cunt was encouraging a quick recovery. Mistress began to writhe as the pleasure of my tongue drove her toward another orgasm. "Use your free hand to pleasure my nipples!" she commanded. I kept lapping and stroking and used my free hand to reach inside the top of her dress to tease her nipples. She exploded in an orgasm. As the evening had continued she had been achieving ever more powerful orgasms. And this one was intense and loud. There was no doubt that the driver could hear, but the car maintained a steady and even course. The driver had obviously been well briefed. She had at least four more orgasms, I was losing track, before the car started to slow. "Button up," she commanded. I complied just as the car stopped. I got up, opened the door and handed her out. She moved toward the restaurant saying, "You will say nothing to anyone even in response to a direct question. I will answer for you." She swept into the restaurant and haughtily announced herself to the Maitre D'. "Yes, Madame, your table is ready and as you instructed." As we moved across the room, every male eye turned toward the sexy vision whose tits were on display and whose legs were exposed to each thigh. I could almost sense the stretching of cloth as cocks responded to the provocation. The Maitre D' led us to a corner of the room with a banquette table. It was covered with white linen that fell around it almost to the floor. He pulled it back to allow her to slide in and after I followed he pushed it back. "Jack will be your server, Madame, please enjoy yourselves." She nodded haughtily without speaking. The waiter came over. "Good evening, Sir, Madame. May I get you drinks?" Mistress said, "I will have a martini with a twist." "And for you, Sir," speaking to me. Mistress responded, "He will have nothing." The waiter gave a slight start of confusion, but being well trained recovered quickly and moved off. While he was gone to get the drink, Mistress turned to me and commanded, "Unbutton your pants and slip them to your knees!" I was astonished, and hesitated. But then I understood the choice of table and the advantage of the linen. I would be exposed and vulnerable, but beneath the table. Only Mistress and I would be sure of my humiliating condition. If others began to suspect, they could only suspect. I complied and felt incredibly sexy with my bare ass in contact with the cool leather of the banquette and my hardening cock exposed to the coolness of the restaurant. Mistress reached under the table and began to fondle my cock and balls. "Tweak my clit!" she commanded. I reached under the table and began to caress her cunt. The whole experience was wild! The waiter came back with her drink and she ordered dinner while brazenly continuing to rub my cock while I fingered her twat. "I'll have the tournedos, medium rare," she ordered. "Excellent choice, Madame. And for you, Sir." Again Mistress responded before I could even think about speaking. "He will have nothing. You may go." The waiter again covered his confusion well and moved off. She continued to stroke my cock and began to wriggle as she built to another orgasm. She had a cum, but controlled it well. Only customers examining her closely would have seen what was happening. She kept stroking me and I her for the time it took for her food to be prepared. My cock was beginning to stiffen and the jizz was beginning to stir in my balls. The waiter returned with her food and placed it before her as we wantonly kept stroking each other. He could undoubtedly sense that our hands were doing something interesting underneath the table, but he maintained his sangfroid. When he moved off, she commanded. "Keep rubbing my clit and start pumping your cock while I eat." I complied. I must have looked very suspicious with both hands moving underneath the table, but no one seemed to notice. "Don't cum until I tell you too," she said. She ate daintily, but efficiently and soon was finished. Putting down her utensils, she reached underneath the table, grasped my cock and began to pump with a vengeance. My fingering of her twat increased in intensity and as she reached another orgasm she whispered through clenched teeth, "Cum now, Slave boy!" I erupted as she came and she kept pumping until every drop of my jizz had been sprayed from my cock. With nonchalance, she picked up a napkin and handed it to me with "Keep stroking me and clean up the mess you have made." I dabbed and wiped as much as I could and finished just as she came again. "Button up, we're leaving." She put a $50 bill on the table. She removed the leash from her purse and, to my horror, attached it to the chain around my neck. As she started to rise, the waiter rushed over and pulled the table out for us. She swept out of the restaurant with me in tow. I glanced down and realized that my trousers were cum-stained. As we exited, every eye in the room was initially drawn to Mistress but then gaped at me when they realized Mistress was leading me on a leash. My face flamed with acute, gut-wrenching humiliation. My only consolation was that this was not an area of town we frequented. I loved it. When we emerged from the restaurant, the limo was at the curb. Again I held the door as she stepped in. This time before sitting she flipped the panels of her skirt up so that she sat with her naked ass voluptuously on the leather seat. This time she commanded: "Strip completely naked and kneel before me." I hurried to obey and was soon engaged in my new favorite pastime-sucking her juicy cunt as she wiggled and squirmed and came in wave after wave of orgasms. She was clearly affected not only by the direct stimulus of her clitoris but also by the knowledge that she held absolute power over me to do what she commanded. I was her slave, her fuck toy. I was just a tongue for licking and a cock for riding. *** It was well after dark when we arrived home and the street was empty. She gathered up my clothes and commanded that I open the door and hand her out. I stepped stark naked from the car. The evening breezes cooled my inflamed cock as she took my hand and pulled herself out of the car. She strode deliberately to our front door as I walked along behind her on my leash with my cock jutting forward. Behind us the limo pulled away. Once inside the house she threw my clothes in a corner, unhooked the leash and commanded, "Fetch me a glass of red wine." I hurried to the kitchen and returned to find her sitting in a chair. I handed her the wine. "Assume the position, slave!" I spread my legs, thrust my pelvis slightly forward and put my hands behind my head with elbows back. She slowly and deliberately moved her eyes possessively over my body, enjoying the sight of the cock that she now owned and the body she could use as she wished. "I believe it is time you paid the price for cumming without permission. " "Yes Mistress." "Remember, you exist for my pleasure, not your own. You only cum when I allow it and when I tell you to cum, you'd better do so. Do you understand slave." "Yes, Mistress." She put the wine glass down next to her chair. "Over my knees to receive punishment!" I bent over and lay across her lap. The slippery fabric of her dress thrilled and hardened my cock. She put one hand possessively on my back and with the other fondled my ass. When this no longer amused her she reached down and cupped my balls and then stroked my cock. She began to spank me. She didn't try to hurt me, just to humiliate me by reducing me to a naughty boy being spanked by his baby-sitter. She alternated blows with caresses and slowly began to strike harder, her hand making a loud slapping noise when it hit my ass-flesh. My balls bobbled with each blow and my cock moved against the satin getting ever harder. The spanking was hard enough to be demeaning but gentle enough to be infinitely arousing. After a few minutes she stopped and commanded me to kneel before her again. Up came the skirt panel and I went back to work nibbling her clit. "Now remember to obey in the future or it will be a harder and longer punishment." "Yes, Mistress," I humbly responded. After she had a few more orgasms, she commanded me to the bedroom again. She had me put a waterproof sheet on top of the satin spread and again tied me spread-eagled. She eyed me evilly as she removed her clothes, posing with the dress over her head and her tits pulled high. She slowly removed her stockings, looking me in the eye as she caressed her cunt before rolling down each stocking slowly and erotically. When she was stripped, she said. "I haven't had my dessert." She removed a bottle of "Hershey's Syrup" from the bedside table. She squirted some on each of my nipples and coated my cock and balls. Then she began to lick the syrup from my body little by little as I squirmed with pleasure and helplessness as she took the chocolate and her pleasure from my body. She lapped the chocolate from my balls, then started on my cock. In spite of the fact that I had already cum three times in three hours my cock was responding. After she had gotten most of the chocolate from my cock, she took the whole thing into her mouth and worked her lips up and down on the full length while sucking and tonguing to get every particle of flavor. Just as I thought I might explode, she stopped, retrieved the chocolate bottle and squirted syrup on her tits and cunt. "Just this once, you can eat too." She pushed her cunt onto my mouth and I began to lap and suck the sweet syrup from her even sweeter twat. She came and came again. She seemed an animal capable of infinite orgasms. If I hadn't experienced it I wouldn't have believed it could happen. After several orgasms she tired of this sport and impaled her twat on my now throbbing cock. As she did she leaned over and shoved one tit toward my mouth and I began to lick and swallow as fast as I could while she stroked my cock with the walls of her cunt. I have never known chocolate to taste as good as this. The flavor was infinitely enhanced by the fact that I was lapping it from gorgeous tit flesh and sucking it off of erect nipples. The stimulus to my cock also enhanced the flavor. The chocolate on both tits was soon removed and she was again coming in loud crescendos of pleasure. I was ready when she finally commanded, "Fill my cunt with your jizz, slave boy! Flood me with your cum!" I didn't need a second command. For the fourth time that evening my balls erupted forcing jizz through my balls into her sopping and eager cunt. I screamed and bucked as she rode me hard in a final scream of pleasure. *** She untied me and had me remove the chocolate smeared rubber sheet. My cock was done for the day-or at least so I thought. She commanded me to fetch a glass of water and when I returned she handed me a blue pill. It was, I knew, Viagra. I took it as commanded. "Slave, you are now going to give me a massage. You are to spend an hour doing so, so pace yourself accordingly. Rub every part of me with the reverence my body expects from a miserable, cunt-lapping slave boy." "Yes, Mistress," I said. She lay face down on the bed her head cradled in her arms. I crawled next to her and on my knees opened the jar of massage cream. I took a good dollop and started to work it into her shoulders and neck kneading firmly, but gently and ever so luxuriously. I used the bedside clock as a guide and spent 15 minutes massaging her from her neck to her waist. Then I moved down to her left leg and spent another ten minutes working slowly from her toes to her cunt. Whenever my hand would reach the top of her leg I would rub against her clit. I spent a similar period on her right leg and then moved to her firm, rounded ass. I massaged it for a full ten minutes before Mistress rolled over and presented her front for treatment. I spent 5 minutes on each leg working from her toes to her clit. I rubbed in long, slow strokes and made sure to give regular attention to her clit. I moved up toward her head and tenderly massaged her nose, forehead, chin, cheeks and every part of her dear and beautiful face. I then took one hand and placed it on my chest and slowly and lingeringly massaged one arm. As I started on the second arm I began to notice that my forehead felt tight and I sensed a shift in the color of the candles. The Viagra was taking effect. I finished her second arm and began to gently rub her belly with frequent wayward trips to rub her cunt. As the hour ended I liberally coated her tits with cream and began to massage them. My cock had begun to stiffen. When I bent down to suck her nipples, Mistress grasped my cock and began to pump it. The Viagra took effect and my cock was soon stiff and hard. It felt huge. Mistress was beginning to squirm from my ministrations and when I thought my cock could get no harder nor any bigger she commanded. "Fuck my cunt with your huge cock!" I climbed on top of her and she slipped my cock into her cunt. I slipped it deep into her juicy, grasping cunt and slid in and out. In and out, over and over. Never had my cock felt so hard and so huge. I pumped and pumped and she screamed with pleasure time after time. Finally she commanded me "Fill my cunt with your jizz!" I exploded in wave after wave of exhilarating pleasure. I lifted off of her and she rolled over, pointed to a note by the side of the bed and settled down to sleep. The note said "You have made a good start slave. Tuck me in, and then sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed in case I need your body during the night. You are to awake at 6 to shower and shave. Then you are to prepare my breakfast and have it on the bedside table at precisely 7. At that time you are to remove the covers from my body and awaken me by licking my cunt. When I am awake, we will proceed with your second day of training as a cunt-slave." PART II--Saturday I awoke just after 6 a little stiff from sleeping on the floor. I had apparently been dreaming or the after- effects of the Viagra were still potent. I had a good erection. I rose quietly so as not to disturb Mistress and crept to the guest bath where, as instructed, I shaved and showered. I went naked to the kitchen and prepared Mistress' breakfast of Coffee, OJ and a toasted bagel with cream cheese. I felt very sensual moving around the kitchen while naked and sporting an aroused cock. I anticipated a long morning so I ate while I could. After brushing my teeth, I arranged the breakfast on a serving tray and decorated it with a bud vase containing one of the roses I had purchased the day before. At that time I had expected a traditional birthday celebration. What had happened was anything but that. My cock stirred at the memory of the night before. It was almost 7. I carried the tray to Mistress' room. The room was bathed in the soft orange light of morning. Mistress was sleeping (or feigning to sleep) on her back and was beautiful in repose. The top satin sheet was molded to her body and her nipples were obviously erect beneath the sheet. The sight further aroused my cock. As I had been ordered, I put the breakfast tray on the bedside table and gently removed the sheet from atop Mistress' body. She was a glorious sight spread before me. Her luxurious red hair was spread across the green satin of her pillow. Her tits were rounded and desirable on her chest. Her neatly trimmed cunt bush didn't quite cover the pink of her cunt between her slightly spread legs. I climbed slowly and carefully onto the bed so as not to startle her. As she had commanded me the night before, I started to lick and kiss her cunt. Slowly she began to move and then she spread her legs wider. I moved between them and worked my head towards her cunt where I began to lick and suck in earnest. Soon she was really awake, her legs wide apart and cunt gaping. I zeroed in on her clit and licked it with enthusiasm. She began to moan and suddenly wrapped her legs tightly around my head ramming my mouth deep into her twat. I sucked and lapped and she came with a scream of delight. When she came down from her high, I said "Good morning, Mistress. Your breakfast is served." She glanced at the clock and said "Slave boy, you were thirty seconds late. I will punish you later." I was thrilled at the prospect, thinking she would spank me as she had before. She pulled herself to a sitting position with her head against the pillows on the headboard and her legs wide apart. She picked up her orange juice and started to sip. "Continue to lick my clit, cunt slave!" I went back to work lapping and sucking. My cock was getting harder all the time. She came as she finished her orange juice and came between halves of her bagel. By the time she had finished her coffee she had cum six times since waking. She was an incredible sex machine and I was thrilled to be her cunt slave. I was in heaven and my cock loved it. It was raging. After she finished her breakfast she stretched her body, thrusting her magnificent tits up and out and commanded "on your back, slave. Keep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise or I'll tie you up next time and won't let you cum." I lay on my back and she straddled my cock and once again impaled her velvety wet cunt around my rock hard pole. She leaned forward and demanded that I lick her nipples. I did so happily and industriously. She came several more times and finally demanded "Fill my cunt with your jizz, slave." "Yes, Mistress," I mumbled around my mouthful of tit-flesh. With a few more strokes my body arched and my balls geysered cum through my cock into her ravening twat. I had agreed to be her slave for 48 hours. If this is what being her slave meant I was ready to commit myself to a lifetime of such service. "Prepare my shower." I hurried to the bathroom adjusting the shower temperature to what I knew she liked. She stepped in and commanded, "Keep lapping my cunt as you wash me, slave!" I grabbed the soap and got into the stall with her. I got on my knees and placed my lips against her cunt and started worshipping her clit with my lips and tongue. The tile floor was hard on my knees but I didn't care. She ground her face against me. I lathered her back with the bar of soap and used my other hand to move the lather around. I moved down and did the same for her ass, even running the soap into her crack and over her asshole. I then did her legs. I sucked the whole while. She had a few minor orgasms, but her need to retain her balance kept her from full enjoyment. When I finished her backside I started in on her front. It was awkward because I had to hold my hands behind the plane of my head, which was busy sucking. I managed however to give devoted attention to cleaning her tits and belly. She pulled away from my mouth and commanded, "Wash my cunt!" I lathered the object of my recent devotion and then the water flowing over her body sluiced it clean. "Check that it is clean and soap free!" she demanded. I put my lips back to the specified region and lapped and sucked. "Your cunt is clean, Mistress," I reported. She stepped out of the tub and I hurried after her to dry her body. "On your knees and keep lapping. I'm learning to enjoy this." As best I could while lapping and sucking I dried her body with my usual attention to her ass and tits. When she was satisfied she led me back into the bedroom. I was eager to have her wrap her cunt around my cock again. I would have to wait. *** Mistress had me put the rubber sheet on the bed and then bound me spread-eagled as she had twice before. I still anticipated that she would ride my cock, which was well recovered from its earlier eruption. To my surprise, she reached into a drawer and removed shaving cream and a razor. She lathered my groin liberally and started shaving around my cock and balls. "I'm tired of all that hair obscuring my property. I want my naked, cunt-slave, naked!" She efficiently and painlessly soon had my cock and balls as naked as the day I was born. She spread some aloe lotion on the area to minimize chafing and burning and this felt so good my cock became seriously hard. It was ready to go again. She let me up and dragged me to the bathroom where she stood me in the tub and slathered depilatory over the rest of me from the neck down. Even my armpits! She made me stand there while it worked. It burned! But I remained "in the position" with legs apart, cock forward and hands behind my head. When she was satisfied that enough time had elapsed she had me rinse down. Now all of me was as hairless as my cock and balls. When I was dry she handed me a tube of lotion to apply to my whole body. It was soothing and made my whole body gleam. When I caught my reflection in the mirror I was amazed at the effect. My hard cock and naked, gleaming body made me feel like the epitome of cunt-slaves. I knelt again before my Mistress' cunt and lapped and sucked. She decided she could enjoy herself more on her back, so she lay on the bed and I knelt between her legs and she had orgasm after orgasm while my cock got harder and harder. She made me stand and tied my arms to the heavy-duty plant hanger. It was anchored securely to the ceiling. My arms were stretched above me and again I was helpless, a naked slave before his Mistress. My cock and balls were at her mercy. She straddled my cock with her cunt and drove herself to two quick orgasms before she let me have relief. I flooded her cunt in a prolonged and shuddering orgasm. It felt like I drove quarts of my jizz into her cunt. When I was spent she got off of my cock and backed away with a smile of triumph. She circled me admiring her slave. Then she pulled a shift over her body, and donned some slip-ons. The shift was of thin material and hugged her body and emphasized her nipples. If anything she was sexier with that dress on than completely naked because I knew what was underneath. And so did my cock, which is more strongly connected to my imagination than to my eyes. She walked around me fondling me possessively and then announced, "I'm going shopping. You are being punished. I shall be back in an hour." With a last squeeze of my balls and a stroke of my cock she left the room and the apartment. About an hour later I heard her come in. She went to the kitchen and put some things away and then she came upstairs and entered the room. "Still here waiting for me cunt-slave?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress," I responded. My cock was rigid. I was eager to get my tongue back against her cunt and to plunge the full length of my cock into her hot, tight pussy. "Lunch time," she said. She untied me, snapped the leash to my collar and led me down the stairs. Her ass wiggled provocatively under her shift. She led me into the kitchen where she pointed to a plate of food and bowl of water on the floor. "Eat your lunch properly," she ordered. I knew what that meant. I got on my hands and knees and buried my face in the food while keeping my ass high in the air and my legs apart so that Mistress could have an unobstructed view of my balls. I ate quickly and washed my face in the water. "Under the table, slave boy." She sat at the table and began to eat her own lunch. I crawled under the table and lapped her cunt and clit while she slowly finished her lunch. Her eating was interrupted several times by her orgasms. It was only one o'clock and she had cum several dozen times since 7. I had already cum seven times in less than 24 hours and was desperate to cum again. I could never have dreamt that either of us was capable of such quantities of sex. The quality was fantastic too. *** Mistress stood up from the kitchen table. "Time for your spanking, I think," she said. Just then there was a quick knock on the front door, which opened and I heard Brenda, our neighbor, holler "Hey, anybody home? Where's the birthday girl?" Mistress smiled and said to me "Guess you'll have to wait. Stay here!" She gave me a proprietary swat on the ass and walked from the kitchen calling "Hello yourself, birthday girl." Both women have the same birthday. This is part of the bond between them. Brenda and her husband, Tom, always celebrated the girls' birthday with us as a foursome. Not this year I guessed. "How are you doing, Brenda," Mistress asked, "Having a good birthday?" "Oh," said Brenda, "I'm really down. Tom, that sonofabitch, has apparently forgotten it's my birthday today and has gone off with his buddies to play golf. How can husbands be so thoughtless?" "That's terrible," Mistress sympathized. "I'll bet Bill didn't forget your birthday," she continued. "No, he didn't," Mistress, responded. From the kitchen I could hear the happiness in her voice. Brenda apparently picked up on it. "Oh, tell me. What did he do for your birthday? It must be nice." "It is," Mistress responded. There was a pregnant pause, then "Tell you what, I'll show you. Have a seat. I'll be right back." I nearly fainted. She was going to show me to Brenda? I couldn't believe it. But then I realized that the thought of being "forced" to show my naked body to Brenda was exhilarating. My cock stiffened even more. Mistress came in and said, "Show time naughty slave boy." She connected the leash to my dog collar. She led me into the living room. When Brenda saw me she gasped. "What in the world...? Why is Bill like that?" "That's the present Bill gave me. He gave me a slave for the weekend. Right now that's not my husband, or even Bill. He is just my sex slave." Wow!" said Brenda and continued to stare. I was humiliated on one level and my face flushed. But on a deeper level I was thrilled to be on display as a sex object. I knew that my body, although not buffed, is attractive. My cock is only average in size, but shaved and hard as it was I was proud of how I must appear. My cock twitched. "I think he's glad to see you." Mistress said with a leer. Brenda tried to stop staring at my cock and finally averted her eyes altogether. Mistress noted. "Hey, Brenda. He's a slave. He's there for my pleasure and that of my friends. You can look at him all you want. Fondle him if you want to." Speaking to me as she unsnapped the leash "Assume the position in front of Mistress Brenda." I walked close to Brenda's chair and stood facing her with cock forward, legs apart and hands behind my head. Brenda relaxed a little and began to examine me. "Check out his ass," said Mistress. "Turn around slave." I presented my ass to Brenda. Brenda is just a kid-maybe 19 and has been married for less than a year to Tom. She's a fine piece. She's short but has great knockers and a cute butt. She likes to show them off too, because she usually wears clothes that emphasize these endowments. Today was no exception. She was wearing a short tennis skirt and a tight scoop-necked tee shirt without bra. Protruding nipples have a way of engorging my cock, and hers protruded. Brenda continued to stare. Mistress sat in the other chair and had me turn around so that they both had a clear view of my steel-hard cock. "Why is he shaved?" asked Brenda. "Because I wanted an unobstructed view of what I own, " said Mistress. "Gaahd!" said Brenda still coping with the concept of one neighbor as a sex slave and the other as a slave owner. "What do you have him do?" asked Brenda. "Whatever I want," said Mistress. "For example?" asked Brenda. "Well, let me tell you about how things have gone so far. Last night he met me naked on his knees. He undressed me and then gave me a bath. While I was in the tub I made him masturbate in front of me." "You made him what?" ejaculated Brenda. "I made him whackoff. I thought I'd find it amusing and it was. He really made a mess that he had to clean up afterwards." "You're kidding!" "Nope." said Mistress, "he's my slave and he does what I want." "Gaahd, I wish I'd seen that." "I can have him demonstrate again for you if you want." Brenda, still uncomfortable backed down quickly. "No, just kidding". But she wasn't sure she was kidding. "What else did you make him do?" "He's spent a lot of time since last night learning to lick my clitoris." "Wow!" She thought about that for a moment and then shyly asked, "What does that feel like?" "It's fabulous. It would feel good if my husband did it, but when it's a slave that you are forcing to do it, the power rush and the sexual rush combine to an incredible high." Brenda said plaintively, "I wish I could get Tom to lick my clit." "All you have to do is demand it," Mistress said. "I've asked but he just wants me to suck his cock". "Girl," said Mistress, "you need a little assertiveness training." I almost smiled. Mistress was now the most assertive woman I knew, but before last night she presented as meek and mild. I began wondering what had triggered the change. "Does he have intercourse with you?" asked Brenda. "You mean does he fuck me? No, I fuck him," countered Mistress. "I use his body, not the other way around. I ride his cock when it pleases me, otherwise I make him lick and suck my cunt." Thinking perhaps that she was changing the subject, Brenda asked, "I heard you guys go out last night. Did you have fun?" "It was great," said Mistress. We had a limo and I made him lap me all the way to the restaurant with his pants around his knees and stroking his cock. At the restaurant I wouldn't let him eat or drink. I made him diddle me and stroke himself under the table. I came four times on the way to dinner and twice in the restaurant. I made him cum under the table and then led him out on my leash. He looked a sight with jizz-stains on his pants." Brenda's jaw had dropped to her chin in wonder. "On the ride back," Mistress continued, "I made him strip completely and suck me all the way home. I made him walk in from the curb stark naked, bare-cock to the breezes. And boy did he have a hard-on by then." "I made him eat chocolate syrup from my cunt and tits and made him give me an hour-long full body massage before I let him sleep on the floor by my bed. This morning he woke me with cuntlapping, sucked me while I ate breakfast and then kept it up while he washed me in the shower." "What a birthday present!" Brenda said. "How much longer is he going to be your slave?" "Until tomorrow night at 6 answered Mistress. Between now and then my cunt is going to be very, very happy." *** Brenda mused for a moment. "That damned Tom didn't even remember my birthday. I'd sure like to make him a slave for even a day." "Then go for it," said Mistress. "Oh he wouldn't do it," said Brenda. "He will if you handle him right", countered Mistress. "What do you mean?" asked Brenda. "When he comes home be real pissed. Lay a real guilt trip on him. At some point he's bound to say something like 'I'll make it up to you.' You say 'How?' and whatever he comes up with you dismiss as worthless. Finally he'll say something like 'I'll do anything you want, Brenda, just don't be mad'. Then you bear down 'you don't really mean that. You wouldn't do just anything I want.' He'll say, 'sure I will, just tell me.' You go back and forth a few times like this and then you say 'Okay, I want you to spend from now to Sunday night doing everything I tell you to. You will be my slave.' At that point he'll probably renege. You then storm out of the room really pissed saying 'I said you wouldn't do what I wanted.' He'll finally cave and say 'All right, I'll do it.' You must then seize the moment. 'Okay then show me. Strip naked and get on your knees.'" "If he complies, and he probably will, you've got him. Take it from there one-step at a time. He'll undoubtedly enjoy himself although he may not realize it to begin with. Most men like to be dominated sexually by a woman. Make sure that he gets to cum often enough so that he doesn't rebel. Once he's been in the role for a while you can do anything you want to him." I recognized this final advice. It had sure worked on me. Mistress had drained my balls five times last night and made me a deliriously happy cunt slave. Now, even after being frustrated for much of the morning, I had no urge to rebel. Brenda said, "I don't know if I could." "Brenda," said Mistress, "Stop being a wuss. Tom's forgotten your birthday and you should be pissed enough to demand he give you what my husband gave me voluntarily." "But I don't know if I can carry it off," said Brenda. "If I can, you can," said Mistress. "Let's give you a little experience. My slave was late getting breakfast to me. For that he is about to be spanked. If you help me it will demean him and make the punishment better. It will also help you gain confidence." I was mortified and excited at the thought of being spanked in front of Brenda. She was awed "You mean you're going to spank him and you want me to watch?" "Not quite," said Mistress. "I'm going to spank him while you watch and learn how to do it. Then you'll spank him while I watch and critique your effort." I was stunned, but once again the twitching of my cock convinced me I liked the idea. "Over my knees, slave," said Mistress. I draped myself across her lap with my naked ass vulnerable and exposed. As before she didn't just spank me but added the humiliating but exhilarating familiarities of fondling my ass and stroking my balls and cock. This time she even tweaked my nipples. She began to spank me with just that stroke that was humiliating and punishing but not so painful that it wasn't arousing. She interrupted her work occasionally to play possessively with my body. Arranged as I was I could see an expression of wonder on Brenda's face. Judging by the flush she was developing she was aroused by the thought that her turn was about to come. Her nipples had hardened and lengthened and threatened to poke through her tight, tee shirt. When Mistress was done, she commanded "Slave, kneel before Mistress Brenda and beg her to spank you for being naughty." "Yes, Mistress," I said. I crawled to Mistress Brenda and knelt before her. I knew my role well by now. I knelt with my back straight and my knees well apart so that my throbbing cock was in plain view. I hung my head and in a begging voice said "Mistress Brenda, I have been a naughty slave and deserve punishment. Please spank me." "All right," said Brenda weakly. "No, no," said Mistress. "Come on Brenda. You're a mistress. Demand he get over lap." Her voice strengthened somewhat but she was still not in the role. "Get over my knees, naughty slave." I climbed on her lap and she mimicked Mistress actions. But the touch was very different. Where Mistress fondled and stroked with the assurance of ownership, Brenda's touch was tentative and nervous. "For God's Sake, Brenda, he's a slave. Take pleasure from his body. Grab, squeeze, fondle! While he's on your lap he's your slave. Use him!" Her touch firmed and then she began spanking me. Timidly at first but with encouragement from Mistress she picked up her blows. When she stopped to play with my body I sensed a growing confidence. Mistress encouraged her to keep going and soon she was very confident. Her blows were significantly stronger than Mistress delivered and I began to squirm as my ass warmed. The sensation of my cock grinding into her lap drove Brenda even farther and finally Mistress made her stop. "I think you're getting it. Slave, run, don't walk to the bathroom and bring back a towel. Hurry I want to see those balls bounce. Wait upstairs until I call you and then bounce those balls on the way back down." "Yes Mistress," I said as I trotted to the stairs, cock out and balls bouncing beneath. I could hear low voices as they conversed. I couldn't make out what they were saying but it was clear that Mistress was convincing Brenda of what she must do next. After a few minutes I was called back down stairs and I came quickly bouncing my balls for their pleasure. Mistress said, "Slave, do what Mistress Brenda commands." "Yes, Mistress," I said and turned to Brenda. With the assurance born of spanking me she commanded. "Lay the towel out flat before me, slave!" "Yes, Mistress," as I complied. "Kneel before me!" "Yes, Mistress." I knelt in the appropriate position. My cock thought it knew what was coming but it was wrong, at least temporarily. I looked up as Brenda stepped toward me. I was amazed and thrilled to note that she had removed the panties from beneath her short skirt. Her cunt was inches from my face. "Lap my clit, cunt-slave," she said with almost convincing authority. Surprised as I was, I knew that my Mistress wanted me to do it and so I stuck my tongue out, found the nubbin and started licking. I found it interesting that the size, texture and taste were different than that of my Mistress. Brenda stood there taking it for a few minutes and then suddenly began to convulse. To steady herself she grabbed my head and rammed her cunt into my face. From the corner of my eye I could see Mistress fingering her cunt as she too came. When Brenda recovered she stepped back. As she straightened it was like watching an actor pretending that an alien was taking over her body. She seemed to grow before my eyes; she began to radiate authority and power. With a newfound voice of command she shouted, "Now grab that cock and show me jizz!" I grabbed my cock and started pumping. It didn't take long. I squirted pulse after pulse of my pent-up jizz onto the towel. Brenda and Mistress watched me with detached and debasing interest. When I was finished, Brenda commanded "Clean up and stand in the corner." She turned to Mistress with a radiant expression on her face. "Beth, that was great! Thanks for the education. It won't take me long now to bring Tom to heel or," she giggled, "I should say, to knee. Why don't we eat in for dinner tonight? Our slaves can serve us and then provide entertainment." "Grand idea," said Mistress. "See you at six." Brenda grabbed her panties and went home. *** Mistress ordered me to clean the house for our guests. She grabbed a beer and sat back enjoying the view as her naked-slave houseboy vacuumed the living room rug and straightened up. She had me set the table for two and then made me clean up the kitchen. Every once in a while she would beckon me over and have me kneel and lap her to another orgasm. When the apartment was ready she had me lie down on the floor and she rode my mouth for what seemed like hours cumming time after time. She shed her shift and had me suck her nipples. I was getting very hard again and eager to bury my cock in her hot pussy. Mistress came to the same conclusion and impaled herself, sliding her deliciously slippery cunt down over my eager rod. She bottomed out and started riding with the usual warning about not cumming. She had been pumping for a few minutes and had experienced two orgasms when there came a quick knock. Brenda burst into the room, and oblivious to the sight before her blurted, "It worked, Beth, it worked! He's my slave!" She then realized what she had interrupted. "Oops, sorry! Didn't mean to interrupt." With great savoire-faire Mistress said, "You haven't, I'm still riding him." She kept working my rod and said to Brenda "Great! So that means that they'll be two of them to entertain us later. I'll be finished here in a few minutes. Find something for Tom to do and let's go shopping. There are things we need for the rest of the weekend." Brenda smiled, "Yah, good idea. I'll be ready in fifteen minutes. Slave, give me a kiss goodbye!" She squatted over me and thrust her twat against my mouth. I stuck out my tongue to lick her clit, but I had just brushed it when she laughed and scooted out the door. Mistress rode me hard for another five minutes and then commanded "Cum, cunt slave. Fill my pussy with your jizz." I needed no further encouragement. My body arched as my balls sent a huge load of jizz into her steaming cunt. It was amazing, but it seemed that each time I came I was generating more jizz, not less. Mistress made me sit in a chair and tied me up with my hand on my cock. "I don't want you going anywhere. You may play with yourself. When I get back I want to see your cock hard, but I don't want to see any stains indicating you had an unauthorized cum." She put on her shift and some slip-ons and left. About an hour later Mistress returned. My cock was hard as commanded. She swept in carrying a huge bundle of packages and carried them upstairs. I heard her storing them away. Then she returned and looked me over arrogantly staring particularly at my cock. "I see you've behaved. Too bad." She pulled her shift over her head and pushed my chair and me over onto our backs. She then straddled my face and demanded I lick. After enjoying herself for several orgasms she untied me and had me lie on the floor while she rode me without letting me cum. She led the way upstairs where we repeated the bath procedures of the previous evening. I drew the bath while she fondled me and then stood in the position while she soaked. I whacked off for her amusement and then scrubbed her body with my naked hands savoring every intimate spot. As a surprise she had me shave her cunt, which I did very carefully with interruptions to lap shaving cream from her clit. My cock loved the new look. I helped her dress. She had me apply lipstick to her nipples and her cunt lips. I was ordered to suck them first to prepare them. She made up her face while I stood where she could admire my hardening equipment. When her face and hair were ready she had me assist her in putting on the gown she planned to wear to dinner. It was in the style of a formal gown with empire bodice and long skirt, but the similarity stopped there. It was in all-but transparent material of emerald hue that left very little to the imagination. Especially since her cunt and nipples had been highlighted by the lipstick. She put on a necklace and dangling earrings and then stepped into high heels that I held for her. She stood before me and had me kneel. "How do I look?" she asked. "Wonderful, Mistress." "I can tell you are being truthful," she said looking down at my hard cock. Indeed she was the stuff of wet dreams and I was living one. "You must now get ready." She supervised me as I shaved closely and showered. She had me reshave my crotch so that it was smooth. She had me coat myself with an oil that gave my body a bronze sheen. She then gave me another Viagra "I don't want you making a poor impression this evening." She led me down stairs and I poured her a glass of wine, which she sipped while strolling around the room. I, of course, stood "in the position" facing her for easy viewing and fondling. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and Mistress commanded me to answer it. There were Tom and Mistress Brenda. Tom was stark naked with a roaring hard-on and he had already been shaved- Brenda moved quickly. He was not, however oiled. I was glad to see that his equipment was not larger than my own-I had been worried about invidious comparisons. Brenda was an eyeful. She was dressed much like Mistress in the style of gown suitable for formal public occasions, but made in a material meant for the privacy of the bedroom. Her nipples and pubic hair were very apparent. It was also apparent that she had not used lipstick on her nipples or her cunt. Mistress was still ahead of her in that department. Tom moved into the room looking very embarrassed and uncertain. Mistress moved imperiously toward him. Brenda commanded him, "Assume the position, Slave". Mistress walked slowly around him. "So this is your slave, Mistress Brenda. Not bad. Good ass," she said as she fondled his cheeks. "Nice balls," as she fondled his testicles. "Nice cock," as she firmly grabbed his tool and gave it a couple of pumps. "Has he learned to suck?" "Yes he has," answered Mistress Brenda. "Is he as good as my slave?" asked Mistress. "Try him out," suggested Mistress Brenda. Mistress moved to a chair and sat. As she sat the folds of her gown parted to each side and her lipsticked cunt was fully exposed. "Kneel before me, Slave," she commanded Tom. He didn't need a second invitation. He got to his knees before her gaping cunt and instantly obeyed the command "Suck my clit!" He buried his face in her twat and I could see his head working furiously. Mistress came with one orgasm. "I'm feeling left out," said Mistress Brenda. "Help yourself to my slave," said my Mistress. Brenda sat and her dress split much like Mistress'. I knelt and lapped. Both Mistresses started having orgasm after orgasm. When they'd each had a half dozen, they had us stand and commanded us to serve them dinner. Tom's face was covered with lipstick from Mistress' snatch. The Mistresses sat at opposite ends of the table. I was ordered to fetch the food and Tom the wine. Tom poured and then I served their plates. Mistress turned to Tom, "Slave, you will replenish our glasses. Stand at the side of the table. Lift your cock and balls up and rest them on the table where we can enjoy looking at them." Tom complied with a "Yes, Mistress." He had to stand on tiptoes to get high enough. Then Mistress commanded me. "Get under the table. Lap me until I cum and then move to Mistress Brenda. Keep doing this until you are told to stop." I crawled beneath the table to face Mistress' gaping and gown-framed cunt. I started lapping with all the expertise I could muster. When she came I turned around and laved Mistress Brenda to an orgasm. Then back to Mistress. After awhile Tom and I were commanded to change roles. It was strange but exciting to have my cock and balls lying on the table within easy reach of the two mistresses who would reach over and squeeze them arrogantly as the mood struck. *** After dinner the Mistresses moved to the dining room with their coffee where they reclined in chairs with us on our knees, our tongues working vigorously. "It is time you learned about your duties for the rest of the evening." "We have invited some friends over. They are expecting to find naked men for entertainment so they will not be startled to see you like this. Tom looked stunned. I was momentarily startled but then thrilled. Mistress was proving to have an uncanny ability to make me do things that yesterday morning I would have thought I would hate but that I now knew where just what I wanted. The idea of being the naked entertainment for the enjoyment of a bunch of women was thrilling. My cock hardened and I realized the Viagra was doing very nicely. You will both kneel facing the door. When you hear a knock you will call 'Please come in, Mistress'". "One of you will know each woman. The one of you who knows the woman will make the following statement: 'Mistress Blank, our owners bid you welcome. They have ordered us to serve you in any way you command. If we do not please you, she expects you to spank us. Our mouths, lips, tongues and cocks are yours to use as you wish. Mistress only asks that you enjoy yourself.'" "Four women will be coming. When all have been greeted you will serve drinks and canap‚s. You will circulate throughout the evening staying in easy reach of our guests. They have been told the dress code is skirt without panties. They should have figured out what that likely means. Therefore, you should be prepared to service their cunts when they command it, but only when they command it. If either of you cums without permission, you will not be spanked. Instead, you will be whipped with a belt and you will eat your cum out of the cunt you put it in. Is all that clear." "Yes, Mistress," we said together. My cock was throbbing and oozing. The first three guests were taken aback by our condition and didn't quite know what to do. They had expected naked men, but apparently, in spite of the no-panty suggestion, not ones prepared to suck their twats. They listened to our speeches and then moved around us somewhat nervously to greet the Mistresses and the other guests. One was bold enough to look over our cocks, but that was it. When the last guest came through the door I was dismayed. It was the women we referred to at work as "The Ice Queen" when being polite and "The Frigid Bitch" when we weren't. She stepped into the room and looked commandingly down at us. She is a very tall woman of over 6 feet. She was wearing high heels, which made her even taller, and she was wearing a short skirt from which extended legs of amazing length. She was wearing a tight tee shirt of very thin cotton and her nipples poked out. You know by now how I react to protruding nipples. "She listened impatiently to our spiel and when we finished she said to me "Nice to see you on your knees where you belong, you arrogant prick. I didn't think I would so lucky as to find you as the entertainment. I suppose the other guests haven't had the guts to use you properly." With that she grabbed my head and forced it to her twat. "Start sucking," she commanded. She was a natural mistress. Before the night was over I expected to have been used and abused by her thoroughly. I looked forward to it. My cock raged. When she had a nice cum, she let go of me and moved into the room. She wished the mistresses a happy birthday and greeted the other guests. She commented to Mistress "I'm glad to see that they're not just for decoration. I may have some ideas for their use later, if you'll oblige me." "Of course," said Mistress and Mistress Brenda almost simultaneously. It was going to prove an interesting night. I circulated around the room carrying drinks on a small tray. I was careful to keep the tray from obscuring views of my cock. The Mistresses had ordered me to prepare a particularly potent batch of Planter's Punch and as expected the guests drank more alcohol than they might otherwise. They became very uninhibited. Within a half hour most of the women were copping a feel of my ass when I passed. Tom was getting a similar treatment. Soon they were playing with our cocks and balls. About an hour into the party, Ice Queen appropriated a chair and sat legs akimbo. She beckoned to Tom. "I think we've had enough food for a few minutes. Start lapping and make it good!" Tom by now was with the program. He didn't hesitate but knelt before that beautiful snatch and started sucking. The Ice Queen thawed a little with three quick orgasms. Before she had cum even a second time one of the other women demanded that I suck her cunt and I eagerly obliged. During the next hour Tom and I sucked all six cunts to at least a total of thirty orgasms. I was having the time of my life! Again it was the Ice Queen who broke through to the next level. She had me lie down on my back with my rigid pole aimed at the ceiling. She straddled me and started riding hard. Within a few strokes her well-primed cunt spasmed and she came. As she built up for a second cum, she pulled her tee up revealing her fantastic, firm tits and shoved them in my face. "Suck, slave." As she reached her second cum I heard another of the women order Tom to his back and he was soon being ridden hard. That did it. One by one they rode our cocks. We pounded into cunts and sucked tits frenetically. The women enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. Each one of them rode each of us. It was heaven. My Viagra cock was like steel and never had felt so good. Mistress had taught me my place as a slave and I managed not to cum, focusing instead on giving maximum pleasure. Tom had not been in service long and sucking on the Ice Queen's tits while plumbing her hot snatch was too much for him. He screamed and arched and came in wave after wave of passion. Mistress Brenda was overjoyed. She thundered at Tom. "What did you just do? You were told not to cum. Now you'll pay!" The Ice Queen rolled over onto her back. Four of the remaining women grabbed Tom's arms and legs and forced him into a position with his mouth on the Ice Queen's cunt. "Started sucking that jizz out," Mistress Brenda commanded. One of the women had been wearing a skirt with a leather belt. Mistress Brenda borrowed it and shouting, "Suck, Slave," with each blow began to whip Tom's exposed ass. Tom was helpless. He hollered and squirmed but the women held him down. His squirming inflamed the Ice Queen. "I'm going to whip you until all that cum is swallowed," yelled Brenda and kept whipping with the belt. Tom screamed a few more times but realized his situation was hopeless. He started lapping. Brenda continued whipping Tom for another thirty hard blows while the Ice Queen had another three orgasms. With the Ice Queen currently satiated and Tom's ass a bright scarlet, Brenda stopped. "Get back to a kneeling position and lap my cunt," she commanded. Defeated, Tom complied and Brenda came with a screaming, shuddering orgasm. Power is a wonderful aphrodisiac. While Tom was lapping, the Ice Queen looked evilly in my direction and said. "I didn't like the way you lapped my cunt, so I'm going to spank you." God, what a turn-on! I had spent many an afternoon at work fantasizing about fucking this beautiful bitch and now she was going to spank me instead. I draped myself over her lap. My cock thrust into her creamy thighs and she began to spank me with hard stinging blows. They hurt, but the image I had of her swaying tits was sufficient to drive my cock to additional hardness. Finally she decided she had had enough and pushed me on to the floor. With everyone but me spent, the party calmed down and went back to eating and drinking. About 10:30 someone said they probably should go. The Ice Queen said "Hey, before you do let's have a jack-off contest." Some of the women looked a little confused. "We make them stand in front of us and whack off. The first one to come is the winner." "That sounds neat. I've never seen a man masturbate before." "Nothing like a first time," said another. "But what does the winner get?" asked one. "He gets to cum of course," said the Ice Queen laughing. "What about the loser?" "We'll make him eat the cum of the winner," said the Ice Queen gleefully. It was quickly arranged. The women sat down in row of chairs facing us leering, catcalling and making lewd remarks. We stood before them in the position. My cock was huge, hard and ready. Tom was not as hard as I was. He had cum a little while before and he hadn't had Viagra. I didn't expect to be eating jizz that evening. "One, two, three go!" Said the Ice Queen. We reached for our cocks and the Ice Queen yelled, "Stop!" We did, puzzled. "Change hands. We want to enjoy this for a while." She knew cocks. I was used to whacking off right- handed and felt uncomfortable using my left, but fun is fun. Tom and I shifted hands and again the Ice Queen gave the start signal. At "three" we started beating. It was more difficult to cum with the wrong hand but the feeling was still exquisite. Here I was stroking my hard cock before an audience of appreciative, horny women. I was in heaven. It was really no contest. After only two minutes my cock erupted and pulse after pulse of my jizz flew across the room to land on the hardwood floor. As I came, the Ice Queen reached out and knocked Tom's hand away from his cock. Four women grabbed him as he tried to back away. As the last of my jizz arched to the floor Tom was forced onto his knees with his head down. Brenda again wielded the belt and, after a few hard blows to his still red and sensitive ass, Tom resigned himself to the inevitable and cleaned my still-hot jizz from the floor. Mistress moved up to me and squeezing my balls and caressing my ass said, "I'm proud of you, cunt-slave. That made me horny. Suck me some more." I knelt and sucked as Tom continued to lap. The jeering women egged him on. Shortly thereafter the party broke up but not before each women got a goodnight lapping from each cunt-slave. Tom and Brenda went home. My balls were spent but I was a happy man. Mistress was not yet done with me. She had me clean up the mess left by the party while she admired my bouncing cock. Then she led me upstairs where I was required to give her a goodnight massage like I had the night before. By the time I finished, the Viagra had once again driven my cock to raging hardness. She rode me vigorously, let me cum in her cunt, and drifted off to sleep. As I lay on the floor at the foot of her bed I regretted that the weekend was almost over. PART III-Sunday I awoke at 6 on schedule and crept quietly down to the kitchen with my cock at half-mast. I immediately downed a Viagra from the supply Mistress had obtained for me. As I prepared her breakfast I could hear sounds from the adjacent apartment indicating that Tom was probably on the same schedule I was. On Saturday I had noted that Mistress really enjoyed using Tom's cock and mouth the few times she had done so. I tiptoed to Tom's door and scratched quietly until he answered. As I expected he too was naked and at half- mast. He obviously had the same orders I did. I quietly broached the subject of a slave swap and both our cocks hardened significantly as we agreed to do it. He left for my apartment and I silently carried Mistress Brenda's breakfast to her room. She was sleeping on her back, and the sheet had slipped from her breasts. They were as large and shapely as I had remembered. There went my cock again. I put down the tray and carefully removed the sheet exposing her cunt. I was not particularly surprised to discover that sometime after the party her cunt had been shaved clean. My problem was that she was sleeping with her legs together. I couldn't crawl onto the bed between them to minister to her as she had ordered her slave to do. So standing at her side I gently leaned over and began to kiss and lap her thighs as close to her cunt-slit as I could. As I expected she began to spread her legs. Just as I was about to climb onto the bed her eyes opened and she realized that it was not Tom getting ready to suck her pussy. She came fully awake. She kicked at me, knocking me to the floor. Before I could recover she had jumped out of bed and had a handful of my hair in her hand and her cunt inches from my face. She literally thundered at me "What do you think you're doing, slave? Who ordered you to come here and wake me?" "It was my idea, Mistress," I answered. "Slave Tom and I thought you and Mistress Beth would enjoy a new slave to awaken you." "How dare you think, Slave," roared Mistress Brenda. "Your job is not to think, but to obey. You're just a piece of meat carrying a tongue and cock for our pleasure. You'll both be sorry for this." I cringed before her anger. "I'm sorry Mistress. I'll leave right away and have Slave Tom come back." She glared. "You'll do no such thing unless I order it. I'm not going to be without a slave even for the time it might take him to get back here. You're here and you'll serve my cunt. And don't think you'll enjoy it. You have not obeyed your commands to awaken your own Mistress and by God I'm going to see that as long as you're here you'll pay for it. Start sucking, cunt-slave." She moved back onto the bed and began her breakfast as I frantically followed and tried to keep my mouth sucking on her cunt and tonguing her clit. She enjoyed her leisurely breakfast and the six orgasms accompanying it. My cock wanted relief but it wasn't going to have permission to get it. After she had finished breakfast she tied me to the bed, cock up. She retrieved a little jar of marbles from her bedside table. "There are thirty marbles in here. Between now and 9 o'clock I'm going to ride your cock. Every time I cum I'll take one marble out of the jar. If the jar is empty before the hour is up, you get to cum. If it isn't, then you're going to get on your knees and suck my cunt for the remaining marbles while I whip your ass. God help you if you cum without permission. You don't even want to think about the consequences. I've seen Mistress Beth punish you, and she pleasures you more than she punishes you. I don't work that way! You don't want to cross me!" For the first time since Friday night I was worried. I had made a big mistake in suggesting to Tom that we swap. Mistress Brenda was a bitch! Mistress Brenda climbed on and began riding. She had no trouble achieving her first half dozen orgasms but then she began to slow down. An orgasm every two minutes is an exhausting pace. While Brenda was insatiable she apparently wasn't inexhaustible. She was at twenty with only five minutes to go. The only reason I had not cum myself was that she had really frightened me. Nevertheless, the Viagra coupled with the sight of those bouncing boobs before me, and the feel of her velvety wet cunt sliding against the length of my cock was having its effect. She arched her back and grasping her bountiful tits, squeezed them and lifted them up for my inspection. "How do you like these?" she asked. Wouldn't you like to suck them?" I knew that if I did I was lost, but I could only say "Yes, Mistress." She leaned forward and I took her tit-flesh into my gaping, slavering mouth. I sucked and flicked her nipples. That did it. The effect on my cock was too great. As she had her twenty-second orgasm of the hour I came. A night's rest had allowed what seemed like a quart of jizz to build in my balls. I arched, I shuddered. I came in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure pumping wave after wave of hot jizz into her steaming cunt. "You came! I warned you. First you'll clean my cunt. Swallow every drop of that slimy spunk you insolently pumped into my cunt." She quickly planted her cunt over my mouth. I had never eaten jizz before and I was not eager to try. I didn't immediately start sucking. She reached back and squeezed my balls hard enough to cause me serious pain. "I said 'Suck.' You're in no position to argue." I started sucking. I found the taste revolting and gagged but kept sucking gamely. "And you'll keep sucking until I've had the rest of my orgasms." I sucked and swallowed while she had her last eight. She untied me and dragged me downstairs where she tied me across a wing chair. She arranged things so my feet were on the floor and my face was at just the level of her cunt. She had brought the belt and the jar with marbles. "Okay, now we do it again. But while I'm having orgasms I'm also going to be whipping your ass. So I'd suggest you put all the talent you can into your tongue." I started lapping and she started whipping. Hurting me, fortunately, really turned her on, so she had her thirty orgasms quickly. But, nevertheless, my ass was quickly aflame and was at red heat by the time she finished. When she was done she untied me and said "I've heard how you bathe your mistress, so now you'll do me. Complete with jackoff." She led me upstairs and we went through the now familiar routine, bubble bath, jackoff, washing, licking and dressing. When she was dressed again she called Mistress Beth on the phone to invite her and Tom to lunch. Lunch was like last night's dinner. One of us served with cock and balls on display. The other sucked. With my ass as sore as it was, I was glad sitting wasn't required. Mistress looked like she'd eaten the proverbial canary and Tom, damn him, looked a little smug. Tom's ass was not red. No wonder he had jumped at the opportunity for a switch. *** After lunch Mistress Beth and I went back to our own apartment and as soon as we were through the door she made me kneel and suck. She grabbed my hair and ground my face into her twat. She was very stern. "That was a naughty thing you did this morning. By the color of your ass I can see that Mistress Brenda punished you." By the sounds coming from next door it sounded like Brenda was already giving it to Tom too. "But it is not enough that Mistress Brenda punished you for insulting her. I am going to punish you for disobeying me." She came with a shudder as she thought of what she had planned and what my tongue was then doing to her clit. "We have the rest of the afternoon to punish you, slave. Run upstairs and get the scarves and ropes." "Yes, Mistress" I said as I raced up the stairs, balls bouncing and cock reviving. It was amazing. I'd have thought by now I'd be worn out, but I felt like I could go on like this forever. I was glad, though, to be back under my own Mistress' control. I bounced back down stairs and found that Mistress had moved the ottoman to the middle of the room. "Drape yourself over that, ass up!" I was clearly in for another spanking session, or so I thought. My cock, well used as it was, loved the thought. "Yes, Mistress," I said as I complied. She bound me hand and foot to the legs of the upholstered footstool. Once again I was helpless and my cock loved it. She rummaged in the closet and brought out the camcorder and tripod. Oh, God, I thought: we'll have souvenir pictures. I was getting hard again fast. She set up the camera, put in a new cassette and started it recording. "A little documentation of your predicament will prove amusing later," she sneered. She turned and went out of sight. I heard her climb the stairs to the bedroom. I squirmed and ground my cock into the soft leather of the ottoman as I thought of seeing the video of her spanking me while I was helpless and exposed. It was thrilling. I was amazed to realize I was ready to cum again. When she returned and moved into my field of view right next to my face, I was aghast. I couldn't quite comprehend what I was seeing and then with a frisson of fear and arousal I recognized what it was and what it meant. She was wearing a harness that encircled her waist and thighs. Mounted in the middle, right at her cunt, was a fake cock jutting straight before her. It was mesmerizing. I realized that it was significantly longer than my own, although it was probably not quite so thick. That close to my face the first impression was absolutely intimidating. "How do you like my toy?" leered Mistress. "Uh," was all I could manage and that in a trembling voice. "It's really neat," she said. She grasped the head and pulled it slightly away from her. "See, it's double ended. One end sticks into me and rubs my clit, the other sticks out for use on my slave." I started to squirm and whimper in earnest. My cock was wilting. I wasn't sure I liked this anymore. Mistress walked next to me and swatted me hard on the ass. "Take it like a slave, slave." She laughed and knelt in front of me. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my mouth towards her dildo. "Open wide, slave, so I can fuck your mouth." This had now suddenly gone too far. "No," I said determinedly. Mistress suddenly turned nasty. "That will cost you," as she cruelly twisted my hair. "You're my slave and you'll do what I want." "No," I repeated through clenched teeth. "Then I'll shove it up your virgin ass," she said as she rose and started to move behind me. That really scared me. "No, No," I screamed. "Then suck it," she demanded. I was beaten and knew it. "Okay, I'll do it." "You'll do what?" demanded Mistress haughtily. "I'll suck your cock, Mistress." "That's better," she said as she again knelt in front of me and pushed the rubber dildo towards my face. I opened my mouth in abject surrender and took in the fake cock. I knew the camera was recording everything and that added to my misery. I rubbed the tip of the cock in and out against my lips, but Mistress wanted more. She slowly and inexorably drove the cock into my mouth. I realized she intended to shove the whole thing into me and I desperately tried to relax to avoid gagging. She finally succeeded in bottoming out. I had successfully deep-throated the whole thing. I was surprised to discover I was proud of my feat. She then pumped furiously. "Squeeze your lips on it hard," she demanded. This had the effect of causing her end of the dildo to slide in and out against her cunt. She came with one, then a second and finally a third violent orgasm before she had had enough. By the time she reached her second orgasm, I had relaxed enough that I did not hate the experience. In fact, the effect on her was so intense that it was provoking a positive response in me. I couldn't believe it but my cock was beginning to tell me that I was enjoying this. When she had had enough she pulled out and knelt before me grinning evilly. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?" "No Mistress," I responded. "You'll enjoy the next part too." She reached under the ottoman and brought out a huge container of K-Y Jelly with an applicator nipple. "No," I screamed. "No, I won't agree to let you do that." "And what are you going to do about it? You're a slave; my slave. You're helpless and defenseless. I will do what I want to your body. You gave me permission to use it as I want and this is what I want. I'm going to fuck your ass, so shut up and relax. You might enjoy it." I started to struggle violently and to shout. When I opened my mouth to scream again she rammed a wad of panties in my mouth. She quickly tied them in place with a scarf around my head. I could only whimper through the gag. The cock rocked menacingly and obscenely before my eyes. When she had me gagged she stroked a liberal supply of K- Y on the jutting weapon. "You'll love it and it will all be on tape to share with your friends. The Ice Queen will love having a copy." I continued to struggle and whimper. She was pitiless. She moved behind me and my thrashing redoubled, but tied as I was to the heavy ottoman I could not escape. I felt something press against my asshole and at first thought it was her cock. It wasn't. It was apparently the nipple for the K-Y. I felt jelly flow into my asshole as she patted my ass and stroked my balls. Then she settled over me, her tits thrust into my back. I felt the head of the cock push against my sphincter. I involuntarily tightened it. "I have enough strength to ram this in," she snarled, "but it will hurt a lot less if you try and relax. Get used to it. Some guys take cocks in their ass all the time." I was still horrified and didn't want this to happen but I realized the determination in her steely tone. I tried to relax. She sensed this and with a cry of triumph drove the tip an inch into my ass. To my surprise it was only uncomfortable. It didn't hurt. She gained another inch. She slid back and forth at this depth a few times and I could feel my sphincter relaxing. Maybe I could survive this. Suddenly with a cry of triumph she drove the rest of the cock into my ass to its full depth. It felt huge in my bowels, but I was surprised to realize that she hadn't ripped anything. Then she began to pump. The cock slid in and then out and I began to experience a strange sensation. It was massaging my prostate and that felt fantastic. She kept pumping and had an orgasm as the friction between my ass and the dildo moved her end of the tool against her clit. My cock began to respond and as she came a second time it got rock hard. By the time she came a third time I was groaning with pleasure. Suddenly the sensation quintupled. She had switched on a vibrator in the dildo and the sensation against my prostate was overwhelming. I was suddenly transported to a whole new level of experience. Pleasure is too weak a word to describe the feelings I was having. Suddenly, as she came a fourth time, my cock erupted flooding the ottoman and my belly. She had done it again. She had forced me to do something I thought I would hate only to find that I loved it. I couldn't wait for her to use the vibrator on me again. As she untied me, she said, "If you want me to butt fuck you again, you're going to have to lap up all the jizz you spilled on the ottoman." The experience had been so devastating and addicting that I knew I would do anything to have that dildo up my ass again. I was hooked. I lapped my cum eagerly from the stool and, surprisingly, I had gotten used to the taste. *** The rest of the afternoon went fast. We did all the things we'd learned to do. I sucked and licked. She rode my cock and let me cum in her cunt. She fucked my mouth and ass with her dildo. The highlight of the afternoon was being called over to Brenda's and Tom's. Brenda had tied Tom to their ottoman (Some community planning had gone on during the shopping trip yesterday.) She was wearing a dildo and hardness too, but her dildo was huge. It must have been 9" long and 3" in diameter. My cock wilted from fear that she might get permission to use it on me. She announced that she wanted witnesses to her deflowering of that disobedient slave boy she owned. Tom was whimpering and begging, but Brenda wasn't showing pity. She greased his ass and her fake pole and rammed it to the hilt while he squirmed and screamed. She had six quick orgasms while my mistress fingered her own cunt. When Brenda turned on the vibrator, I could see Tom's cock stiffen a little, but the pain was so great that he never did cum. Brenda whipped his ass for fifteen minutes until it was a bright red. Brenda had another five orgasms and I sucked Mistress to two. Then Mistress took me home. Mistress spent the last hour of my first slavery having me lap her cunt, which had been inflamed by watching Tom's rape. She came another half dozen times. We were still on the bed and my cock was raging hard when 6 O'clock came. Beth hugged and cuddled me and said, "Darling, that's the best birthday present a guy ever gave his wife. I had a wonderful time." "I did too," I said, but I have this little problem." I pointed at my cock. She hopped out of the bed and said "Stand up. I'll give you a down payment on your birthday present." I stood and she knelt before me. "I look forward to being your slave, Master." She opened her mouth and wrapped it around my cock and sucked it in to the root. Her tongue lapped around it as she sucked and pumped her head up and down. The feeling was wonderful and within minutes I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop while looking up at me with adoring eyes. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 25