● Catherine (a fantasy)

a two part story by my friend  and me a few years ago,  just for fun

‘Dream Date’
You answer your phone and hear my excited voice, “Kate! I’ve done it! I entered a contest to win a date with Catherine Zeta-Jones and I won!”
“Holy shit; I can’t believe it!” you reply. “How? Where? When?”

“Oh, it gets better than that, Kate; her press agent put her on the phone to me and I told her how you and I have been raving about her looks, her performances, and how we have fantasized about sex with her.”
“You didn’t!   Are you fucking daft?”

‘Anyway, she said in fact that she and her husband have had some disagreements and she hasn’t slept with him for months. She’s horny enough to actually have a threesome with us, as long as we sign a confidentiality agreement.”

“And?” you ask, incredulously.
“And she’ll have the forms with her at her suite for the “date”. All we have to do is show up, sign the paperwork and anything else is behind closed doors.”

Two days later, at her luxurious suite at her hotel we find ourselves arriving as hotel staff clear away dishes, etc. from her lunch. She warmly invites us and we all sit around sipping drinks and steering the conversation as deeply as we can into sex. Finally, she stands and stuns both of us as she says,
“I think the easiest way into what Lee discussed with me is to all get undressed in front of each other and go from there.”

We look at each other as she begins to undress.  A bit embarrassed but none  the less, we both stand and quickly join her in undressing . We are both surprised to see her with a full natural bush, dark, almost black hair adorning  her pussy.  As soon as we are naked she steps over to me, kisses me lightly on the lips, puts a hand to my chest and says, “Lee, why don’t you sit down and try to stay calm as Kate and 
I get acquainted? We’ll get to you soon enough.”

I sit down nearby and watch as she steps close to you, puts her hands on your shoulders and kisses you lightly on the mouth. The softness of her lips amazes you, the warmth of her breath and the feel of her lipstick against your lips melts your resistance and you embrace her.

Her mouth becomes more aggressive  and you gasp against her mouth as her hands find your breasts. You slip your hands down to cup her ass. When she slides a hand down between your bodies and slides a finger into your pussy you break the kiss and follow her lead.  As you slide your finger into her pussy, she raises her finger to her mouth. “Let’s taste each other,” she suggests softly.

Wordlessly you obey and as you suck on each other’s fingers. . . you are so turned on you cannot hold back.
“I want to see what it’s like to suck beautiful tits like yours,” you say and she arches her back, puts her arms behind her back and offers her tits to you. You massage them briefly in your hands and find they are not unlike your own. You lean down and kiss one nipple and then the other and then suck on one tit.

Her hands cup your face gently as you suck on her and she can tell you need more. “Let Lee lie down and you can use his cock or his tongue if you want while I enjoy your tits,” she says.

I’m on my back on the floor before you can respond, ready at both ends. You straddle my head and kneel, then sit on my face and my tongue goes to work instantly on your pussy, tongue fucking you.

Catherine kneels behind my head facing you and kisses you some more, fondling your tits. Then she leans in and begins licking one tit, licking around the nipple, teasing you for a long time. By the time she takes your tit in her mouth to suck on it, your legs clamp together and you come, and your juices ooze into my waiting mouth. She works on your tits while I lap at your clit and after you come the second time on my face, you push her face away and kiss her on the mouth.

“I really need his cock in me right now, I’m sorry,” you tell her.

“I understand, Kate,” she says. “You ride his cock and I’ll see how good he is with his tongue.”

As soon as you have slipped your pussy down over my aching cock, she turns with her back to you and sits on my face slowly, easing down until my tongue slips into her pussy. She has some sort of perfume or something on her skin and even though her pussy tastes like any other aroused pussy, her pubic hairs smell sweet and fragrant like some sort of flower.

She lets me slowly tongue-fuck her for a while and when I begin to lick her clit and leans slightly forward, pushing her weight more onto my chin and mouth. I can feel my cock twitching inside you as you grind down on it over and over.
I know I would love to fuck this movie star but I can tell you’re going to milk me dry and I decide that’s fine with me.

I look up as Catherine begins to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit across my tongue and you pick up the pace, bouncing on my cock. I can feel your hand rubbing your clit as you fuck me. Catherine suddenly squeezes her thighs together and I feel her body shudder as she comes on my tongue.

I’m out of control now and my cock erupts into your pussy, sending wave after wave of my seed splashing into you. As you continue to fuck me I hear you moan and I know you’re coming as well. My cum is seeping from your bouncing pussy and I’m in heaven.

Catherine stands and turns to face you. “I would love to use that cock myself for a few minutes, if you’re done,” she says. I gasp, my face wet and shiny with Catherine’s pussy juices. “I don’t know if I can get hard enough; Kate fucked the hell out of me!”

You slip off my cock and sit between my legs, taking my cock in your hands
“I know how to get him really hard, Catherine;  just sit down and piss on him, right in his mouth,  he wants it,   believe me!’
She puts her hands on her hips and stares at you in disbelief. “Really? I can’t believe it – Michael loves drinking my piss too!” she says with a smile.
Just hearing you both talk about it is enough to make me hard again, but I’m not going to mess up a chance  to drink Catherine Zeta-Jones’ piss, so I just lie there quietly.

She walks into the kitchen, drinks a glass of water and returns. “That ought to help things,” she says. She stands over me again, looking down into my eyes and squats down. “Do you like it like this, Lee?” she asks.
But you speak up before I can answer, “No, sit right on his face and use him like a toilet; piss right into his mouth, that’s what he wants…he can drink quite a bit.”

“Oh, I LIKE the idea of that,” she says, settling down onto my open mouth, “I’ll have to see if Michael will let me do it that way with him when I get home.”

Obviously as soon as she begins to piss I’m gulping it down until the flow stops. I lap at her labia and suck at the pubic hairs that wet with her piss. “Wow; he really DOES like it doesn’t he?” she asks you.

“Yeah, and now his cock is more than ready for a good long fuck. How do you want it, Catherine?” you ask…’because I wanna watch you get fucked good !’

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I had discovered a streak of exhibitionist in myself recently and it got  me hot knowing you were watching Catherine go to town on my breasts.
 And I got off on knowing she was watching me take your incredible magic  tongue.  She liked  that so much she could hardly wait to get it for herself, and who could fault her for that !

The flip side of exhibitionism is voyeurism, and so it excited me to watch you fuck her. She was really into it in a big way, being cock-starved and all.
And of course you were wound up tight, fucking the dream-girl gorgeous movie star.   For a minute  I wished I was a guy so I could cock-fuck her too, give it to her good. . .make her moan and scream for me,  splash her cum on my big throbbing manly cock. . .see her face in total ecstasy, all for me.
You lucky dog you !

 I could tell Ms Catherine enjoyed being watched as well, that kinky slut!
She  knew her way around a cock, that was for sure !  I felt like I was inside a porn movie, a  really good one.  She kept looking at me then motioned me closer, saying    “I’m fucking your man. I like you watching me fuck your man, watch me !’

I don’t know if she was trying to mess with my head or what,  because she just smiled when I told her that I really liked watching her get fucked good,  that I liked watching you both go at it like nasty animals.    And then I looked at you, and you were looking at me with that certain look I’ve come to know.   I turned  my back to Catherine and stood over your head with a foot on either side, your mouth open and beckoning me.

I slowly squatted until our  favorite position—on your tongue.   Perhaps it was rude of me to inject myself while she was getting cock, but everyone seemed to be going after what they wanted without second thoughts or discussion, so I did the same.   Our pretty lady had no room to complain though, because my sitting on your face only made your cock harder and more insistant for her,
I could tell by her increasingly loud moaning.

“You’re gonna make me cum, quick and big, understand?’ I whispered.   You nodded yes,   and enthusiastically slid your tongue up and down over my steamy clit.

Oh,  now this might be even faster  than I thought!  I ground down on you, with the feeling of a flower unfolding until you knew exactly when to do your magic. Oh god . . oh my fucking god !
And that made you cum too, with Catherine screaming her joy at the gush of hot cum in her.
(Didn’t I tell you ladies love that!)

We all took a much needed rest, with light snacks and drinks, which Catherine made in her suite’s kitchen.  She’d had a moment of modesty and donned a beautiful vintage silk robe, which hung slightly opened with a  view to her pussy. After delivering our drinks she sat, with her legs spread.

“Who wants to fuck me next?” she said, looking at you intensely. “Or rather — who do I want to fuck next?” with her stare turned to me. I felt my stomach butterflies flip-flop, igniting a spark in my clit.
“Come along, we’ll all shower together. .  come along., then.  Chop-chop! ”

 We gulped the remainders of our drinks and followed her to the  stunning bathroom, done in black marble and gold, with the fattest towels I’d ever seen.  She phoned the desk that she was not to be disturbed whatsoever until further notice.  . . Oh, that sounded promising !

The shower was big enough for a half dozen people. After the three of us teased one another with the soap,  we rinsed off, or rather Catherine rinsed us with the handheld under her control. First you, with special attention to your cock, which had already sprung back to life, then me, with a well-aimed strong pulse to my pussy, already tingling.

Then she slowly let the water fall on her breasts as she rubbed and squeezed, and then her pussy, her fingers sensuously sliding around her clit, then lingering there.  It was obvious she was getting off on being watched. 

“ Lee, lie down here”, pointing to a spot. “And Kate, you  mount him, sit on his face.”
Yes, ma’am!   She was a big old voyeuer herself—she was greatly enjoying  seeing me get the works with your tongue,  and clearly was no stranger to manipulating situations to go as she wished, to feed her own kinkiness.

“Lee, signal me when you want it”  and your hand was raised within seconds.
“OK Lee, you lovely degenerate…Kate,  give him your piss.”
And I let it flow as we both watched you lost in ecstasy, your cock straight up and visibly throbbing.

“Now finish her off, Lee –don’t ever leave a lady hanging.”  That annoyed you a little but she didn’t know that you never did that,  rather you always left the ladies happy. .  especially me !

After I recovered enough to stand, she directed you to stand up too.
“Kate, Lee  told me of your special dark desire earlier.  You know what I’m talking about. Stand over here with your back to the wall and  legs spread. . very good.  Now Lee, will you do the honors, please.”

“My pleasure, Catherine.  Get ready, Kate -but first I have to lighten my load”. . and you  quickly jacked it, spraying my belly with cum. Only then were you able to let loose a strong steam of hot piss, aimed at my pussy.  Omfg, it was heavenly– I’m cumming again! More, I want more!

“Oh– wasn’t that delightful !” Catherine said. “Lie down, Kate – here, you piss lover.’ I did as told and she straddled me standing,  and splashed her piss on me as she aimed it  to my boobs and pussy.

“Now you both have the high distinction of being pissed on by Catherine Zeta-Jones”  she laughed.  She rinsed the three of us off with the handheld again, then told us it was time to go.

‘Lee, Kate, it’s been just absolutely  delightful  being with you lovely  degenerates,”  she laughed. Then she said :
‘If I ever hear of either of you even saying my name in public about this,  it will be the sorriest day of your life.  Am I understood?   Am I ?  Good, then.  Get dressed and get out.     Get out,  now! ‘    ‘

●Happy Birthday,Baby (fiction)

happy-birthday-baby-title      a story with a little D/s flavor          ©Quinn 2014


happy birthday baby illustrration originall b-w sm 144200 Today is Avery’s birthday and  I’ve told him one of his gifts is a night of hot sex doing whatever he wants — anything. I want to make him happy.  At his house we have drinks and make out with  music on and  the lights low.
‘Your gift of doing whatever I want–-I love it, love you for that, honey.’ he said.

I’m turned on already, with the kissing and his hands to my breasts and pussy, now with my clothing half-off. We’ve done some different things at times but I don’t know what he has in mind, and I can hardly wait to find out !

He stood, pulling me to my feet, fondling my ass under my panties.  I’m ready for this, right now !
‘I’ll be right back, honey.’ he said, as he pressed his thumb to tease my clit. He quickly returned with the special vibrator he got for me on my birthday–it’s quite powerful!  He makes me keep it at his house.‘

‘What I want  tonight is for you to strip naked and  make yourself have an orgasm with this vibrator while I watch you.  That’s what I want for my birthday, sweetie.’
He sipped from his drink as he  settled into his club chair  with a big grin.

I felt kind of self-conscious, no one has ever watched me before, but the drinks and my growing arousal made my shyness momentary. The thought excited me, and
I want to make him happy for his birthday. I’d removed my shoes and top when his best friend, our neighbor Zack, suddenly came in and sat on the sofa facing me –what’s he doing here ?

 Avery said  ‘You’re going to put on a show for both of us. This is what I want for my birthday gift.  No backing out now, honey!’
‘No, no backing out.  Whatever you want, Avery – it’s your day.’

I quickly evaluated the situation. I had promised to do whatever he wanted, and I’ve always liked Zack, he’s a great guy.  I can do this, it’s not a problem. Zack was grinning ear to ear. Avery handed me his drink, telling me to gulp down the remainder. I did so,  feeling warm and ‘sparkly’, really getting into it now,  feeling pretty sexy and ‘bad’.

‘Ok, let’s’ go. . drop your skirt, then the bra, squeeze your boobs for us. Now come up here close to us and drop those panties, baby,  spread your legs. . oh yeah, yeah!’
I was naked except for my black thigh-highs-–he wanted those to stay on. I was getting more aroused by the minute, and both of them had obvious hard-ons. Zack now had custody of the vibrator and  I approached  to get it  from him.

‘Pay attention, honey.” Avery said. ‘I’ll be giving you  directions of what  to do for me, for us. First, stay where you are, close in front of Zack, that lucky so-and-so. Just let him look at you for a minute.’  Avery unzipped to free his cock in an impressive throbbing  erection.  I adore his cock!
‘Sure, whatever you say, it’s your day’ I said. My pussy was throbbing and I haven’t even started yet.

Zack squeezed my boobs, then trailed his hands down to my hips and down, then up my inner thighs, lingering.  Oh  good lord ! Then he unzipped as well, his cock throbbing as it pointed to me.
‘You like this?’ You want this?  Oh yeah, you do !’ he said with a laugh.                    .
Good god!  I had no idea he was so huge, and thick too. Wow!  Both men began stroking their erections.  I could cum right now, seeing those 2 cocks just for me !

Avery instructed me  ‘Ok, do it for us–get busy, as they say. One more thing—don’t cum for 5 minutes.  We want a good show.  So come on,  get nasty for us!‘
When I touched the buzzing vibrator to myself…oh sweet lord! I doubted if I could last even one minute.

‘Oh baby, that’s real nice, aren’t you nasty, yeah ..now switch it off.  Look at Zack, see how much his cock wants you. I know you want him too, it’s only natural.  Now switch it back on, show us you’re  a nasty  slut– get down and dirty.’
(oh god yes I do want his cock, yes!   I wanna be so nasty for him, I want him to fuck me ! I want them both !)

‘Switch it off.  Now  I want you  to give my man  Zack  a lap dance,  make it good. ’
He laughed as we both turned to him with puzzled looks, but Zack quickly turned me around, pulling me to a sitting position on him. I could feel his throbbing cock growing even bigger under me, with its head near its natural target. I was visibly trembling from excitement.

‘Grind him,  you’re a dirty-girl,  do a dirty-girl lap dance for him, baby.  Do it.’
I couldn’t even think straight anymore. As I ground and pressed into his cock, frantic with desire, he slid a couple fingers into me from below. I was a nasty girl, a dirty nasty girl, and  I liked it !  It felt so good and natural.

‘Keep that thing buzzing, baby. Go ahead, Zack, go for it!  Take it–-fuck her good !’
But Zack was already pushing that huge cock into me. He whispered – ’I’ve been dying to fuck you since the first time I saw you,  and  I know you want me too.  You want it bad,  you need it,  you need this‘– as  he  claimed  me  with  a  force  hard. and  deep.  (yes!  oh god– yes, yes!)

Avery was now standing close watching with a big smile, still stroking his cock. He took control of the vibrator, applying it with his expert touch, and within just seconds a tidal wave overtook me. My head was spinning and I screamed and shuddered as Zack shot his hot load with great force, his hands holding me down tightly. I’ve never had an orgasm so intense!

‘Oh yeah, just perfect, cumming for us like a big ole nasty whore!’ Avery said. ‘Now open up and stick out your tongue, you  slut.‘
I was weak and shaky, coming down, as Avery gave my tongue a long sensual, sexy lick. Then he slid his cock along my tongue, deep to the back of my throat and held it there, making me gag.  He’d never made me gag on purpose before, but this is ‘his day, his way’.  It clearly excited him.
Actually, it excited me too, even while I struggled for air.  I liked him telling me what to do to please him and then doing what he wanted, doing whatever he told me to do, feeling his power over me.  It was a new feeling  and I  liked it.  I liked it a lot!

Avery stopped fucking my throat and told Zack to keep me in position, to hold my legs opened and not allow me to move. His cock was still twitching inside me–it didn’t want to leave yet! Avery skillfully applied the vibrator on target.
It was now uncomfortable, somewhat painful, but he didn’t let up. He knew me, knew if he persisted another orgasm wasn’t far behind.  It worked its quick magic — he saw the signs and said ‘come on, baby, cum for us again!’

It didn’t matter what he said, it was happening anyway. I couldn’t move and was reduced to moaning like an animal, helpless —cumming a second, then third time. ‘Forced’ is the term for it, I think. . I was their fucktoy.

Immediately Avery put his cock to my mouth again, vigorously pushing it down my throat. He began thrusting hard, then harder, more fiercely into my throat than ever before, grunting and mumbling to himself.  I didn’t know he had that in him, and his strength and power really excited me, as I struggled for breath again.  I pulled him close, then closer, tighter, with my hands to his ass.

‘What a nasty girl,  2 cocks and you want more ! You’re a cock-whore,  that’s what you are’, he said.  Zack slid a finger into my ass, twirling it, while whispering ’cock-whore’ and ’dirty slut’ in my ear. That made me so damn hot for his huge cock again!  So yes, it seems that I am indeed a cock-whore!

Avery vigorously shot his load into my throat, grunting happily. It seemed to just keep on flowing and he pulled out quickly to squirt the remainder onto my boobs and belly. He likes to watch his cum squirting onto me, marking me as his. I am his.
I love his cum dripping all over me, sticky and sweet!

‘Happy Birthday, baby!’

‘It’s still my day and I want something more now. Anything that I wanted, you promised. What I want now is for you to tell Zack to come back over here tomorrow, and any other time he wishes, so I can watch him fuck you again, and again.  And one more thing…’

He whispered to me the additional requirement. His words made me flush with a sudden new excitement.  I repeated to Zack— ‘I want you to come back tomorrow  and any other day you wish, to fuck me in front of Avery.’ He could not stop smiling !

I repeated Avery’s whispered words – ‘and tomorrow and any other day you wish,  you are to bring another man with you  to fuck me after you fuck me.’

‘Oh yeah ! Sure thing, baby–you bet! See you and your hungry pussy tomorrow. I’m gonna fuck you until you scream for mercy, but no mercy!  I do what I want, I don’t stop.  When I finally let you loose, my buddy will  fuck that  pussy long and  hard too.  We are gonna use you up, girl ! How does that sound to you, Avery?  You are one twisted dude–but gotta love it!’
‘Yes, yes–great ! That’s just what I want. I can hardly wait.! Thanks, Zack, thanks so much for making my birthday so memorable.  See ya tomorrow.’

I was sitting on the floor now, resting against the wall after my intense workout.

Avery put his cock to my mouth, demanding it be licked clean. When he did that once before,  I didn’t like it then, and still don’t–but he wants it,  so I do it. I promised whatever  he wanted, for his birthday. I want nothing more than to make him happy.
I love him !

He told me to fetch a beer, and we rested for a while sitting against the wall, sharing the bottle. I saw that his cock was waking up and growing.  He told me to spread my legs open so he could see my pussy, dripping with Zack’s cum. He dipped his fingers in the slippery cum and teased my clit.

‘How’s my Good Girl doing? The night isn’t over yet, it’s still my birthday. Now turn around for me, sweetness. I need to fuck my dirty little slut, doggy style–you know, like you’re a dog.  So get on your hands and knees with your sweet little ass up high—my Good Girl  cock-whore.’

I did as told-–whatever he tells me to do, I do. There was something about him saying ‘Good Girl’ that had an effect, making me tremble and feel floaty and dizzy, with the butterflies. I don’t know why. It was a new and strange feeling, one intensely powerful… like  a ‘high’  that  I  never  wanted  to  come  down  from.

With his hands gripping my pelvis, lifting it, he plowed his hot cock into me with a force I’d never known. The ‘doggy-style’ feels so primal to me, raw and animalistic, just pure fucking.  I love him just taking me like that, being his fuck-hole. That’s what he wants now and I want it too, to make him happy this way.  As he shot his cum deep into me, he pulled out to watch the remainder splatter my ass and back,  ‘marking me’ as his.

‘You’re mine.  All  MINE.’  he said.  ‘Happy birthday to me !’

‘But Wait–there’s more!’  as they say. . A continuation in ‘‘Later That Same Day,
a  long  sequel-in-progress,  with  a  darker  tone  evolving.

●Later That Same Day (fiction)

 Later  That  Same  Day   {fiction}                        ©Quinn  July 2015
 .a continuation of  Happy  Birthday  Baby’     get story  here  or in post list  arrow red circle

Later That Same Day intro WP

 a deep look into the planned, methodical seduction of a woman in love
 into  absolute  submissive  servitude  to the man  she thought she knew...

Avery handed me a glass of orange juice and a towel as I recuperated from our intense session of  ‘birthday sex’. I gave him  a  long  kiss and said–
‘Happy Birthday, honey.  I  love you,  Avery.’

‘Love you too, my sweet little slut.  Drink your juice.  Thank you for giving yourself over to me tonight, the perfect gift !  It showed me that you have the necessary ability as well as the desire to make me  happy– to please me. The ability is so important ! You enjoy pleasing me, don’t you?
’Yes,  I  do.  Very much.’

‘Of course you do. Tomorrow when Zack and his friend come over to fuck you for my entertainment, I will be always close, supervising and directing the activity.  No one will harm you–it’s all  good.  But you shall do whatever the guys want,  to entertain me, that will please me.  And you want to please me, you want this,  don’t you !  I can see it.
A whore at heart’,   he laughed.
‘Yes, Avery.’

I had already been picturing tomorrow’s fuck-fest. I’ve never fucked more  than one  man on any day, before tonight.  The thing of Avery wanting to watch someone else fuck me and being right there close–I don’t  really understand it, but it made me hot when it happened. And tomorrow Zack will fuck me again, with his big hot cock,  then his friend will fuck me.. . . anonymous slut whore sex with the other two men watching. Thinking of this had me excited and aroused again. So I suppose  that did make me a whore at heart. His  whore.

‘Go  make me a  drink, baby.  Make  one  for  yourself  too, and make ’em strong.’
‘Sure,  Avery.  Anything  for  you.’

When I returned he had a small velvet bag that I’d never seen before. He quickly drained his whiskey, staring at me as I drank about half of my orange juice and vodka.  Something about the look on his face told  me to finish my drink although I didn’t really want  all of  it.
‘Good, very  good.   Do you have to use the bathroom ?’

I did, and headed that way.  When I turned to shut the door, there was Avery, keeping it open with  his body wedged by the door and wall.

‘I’m  going  to  watch.  You  need  to  piss,  so  go  ahead  and  piss. ‘

‘Come on  Avery,  how about a little privacy ?
‘N o-–you don’t need privacy from me. I want to watch you piss and I will, even though you are embarrassed. Anything  I wanted,  you said.  Do  it. Do it now.’

True, I was embarrassed  but I badly needed to piss. There was something about doing as ordered that gave me an unfamiliar excited feeling, like an accomplishment, that I was making  him  happy.
‘Very good,  that’s my good girl.  Now come choose some music.’
I chose some Dire Straits and Santana.  Avery pulled an Ozzy Osbourne CD and started the play. He motioned me to join him on the sofa,  and  I noticed the unfamiliar velvet bag was next to him. He kissed me with a high level of passion that quickly awoke my pussy .

‘Take off your robe, honey, I want you naked except for those thigh-highs.  Close your eyes and  keep them closed,  understand ?’
I agreed.  He spread my legs open and began to finger-fuck me, slowly, sensually. Oh god yes, I wanted it!  But he stopped, and I heard him moving around and I wondered  what was  happening. Suddenly he put something on my face, an eye-mask blindfold.  He spoke close to my ear in a slow, deliberate tone.

‘Listen to me.  You gave me the gift of complete freedom in whatever I wanted tonight—the best gift ever!  I am in charge, always. You will continue to do everything I tell  you to do, because you want to please me and make me happy. True?’                    
 I nodded.
‘That  desire  to please  me  is  stronger  in  you  than  you  knew,   isn’t  it ?’
I nodded. ‘’Yes, Avery.”                                      .
‘Yes, it is.  In  fact  you can think of nothing else but that now, isn’t that right ?

He took me by the wrist to pull me up from the sofa, and spun me around, pulling my arms back to quickly snap handcuffs on me.  What the hell !  Then he led me across the room and positioned me, cuffed,  backed against the wall.
‘Do not  move until I tell you to.’  His tone said he was serious.  
’Yes, Avery.’

I was a little  scared now, with the direction the night had taken, but also keenly excited by his taking charge of me. He had planned this, obviously. Still, he is correct, I so much wanted to please him–that was my one and only thought  now.

‘Tonight your sexual horizon was expanded, wouldn’t you say? The whole time it was under my direction, if you recall. I didn’t tell you to do anything you couldn’t handle. You went places you’d never gone before, and it was all good. Do you agree with this statement ?’
‘Yes, Avery. Yes.’

‘From this  moment on I am taking control of you  sexually. I know how to  give  you what you need, what you secretly crave. And you will give me what I need  from you. You want  to earn my approval and satisfaction — you  need   it.
‘Yes, Avery,  ok.’
‘Repeating– Understand that I am in control of you now. You will respect my authority  absolutely, and you will obey me–not from fear but because you  want  to obey me.’

I didn’t care for that word–obey–it was like I was a dog. I giggled, remembering ‘South Park’ and Eric Cartman–‘respect-mah-ah-thor-itay’.  I  was a  little drunk from the vodka.

Avery wrapped a length of my hair around his hand and pulled me to him. His voice had  a deadly serious tone I’d never heard before.
‘Is there something funny about what I told  you ?’
‘No,  no !  I  was  reminded  of  a  funny  thing  on  South  Park.’
‘I  require your full attention, slut.’ He emphasized his point by pressing his knuckles into the small of my back, pushing  me forward to him. ‘Are you hearing me ?’
‘I’m  sorry,  yes  Avery.’
‘The first thing you  will  give me is respect. Respect and obedience, always.’
‘Yes,  Avery.’
‘A  correct  form  of   respectful  address  is “Sir.’
A  pause hung in the air. Oh I see, he wanted  me  to say it, to call  him  Sir. . ok.

‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Good Girl ! When you please me, you may –or may not– be rewarded, at my discretion, of course.’  He grinned slyly as he expertly twirled his finger on my clit.

(oh god yes!  I’ll  be so good and obedient !  Yes, yes, Sir !  Yessiree!  yes-sir-ee-bob! I was sure feeling that vodka now, all floaty and giddy–and  horny. I want  his fat juicy cock in me  Right Now!) 

‘Oh  my  slut  is  horny !  She  wants cock.  Isn’t  that  right, slut ?
Yes, Sir.’   I  couldn’t  help  my  smile.
‘Yes, Sir — what ?  Say it.’ 
‘Yes, Sir,   I  want  your  cock.  Sir.’
‘Say it again,  louder.’
‘I  want  your  cock, Sir.’
‘Why do you want my cock ?… whore.’
‘Sir,  I need you to fuck me with your cock.’
‘Which is it, do you want it, or do you need it ?
‘I need it, Sir!’

“Yes,  you  do. .  and  what  will you  do for  me,  to  get  it ?’
‘Anything.  Sir.’
‘What was that again?’
‘I  will  do  anything  you  want,  Sir.’
‘Good Girl ! –anything  I  want, yes ! Always  the  correct  answer !’
‘Yes, Sir.’

There was something about him saying ‘Good Girl’ that made me tremble, and I had sudden butterflies–that strange weakened feeling, the powerful high I’d felt earlier. He removed the blindfold  and  kissed me passionately, his arms circling my waist, pulling me to him so that I could feel his stiff cock– oh good god please just fuck me now!

‘What I want now is for you to look into your heart for the truth– do you  wish to be Mine,  truly Mine ? and to know that no harm will come to you at my  protection, ever.
I will provide the environment for you to blossom, both sexually and personally, under my guidance and control.  I know what you need,  perhaps more than you yourself know,  and I will provide it to you.  Do you wish to give  yourself to me totally? Do you?’
He  pressed his cock lightly against my pussy…god  I wanted it!

“Yes.  Yes, Sir!  I need you, your guidance, and want so much to make you happy.’
‘Understand  that this is no joke,  this is not some frivolous game. This is Real. Are you really ready for it?  I’ll give you a day to think it over, because once you take that  step forward there is no going  back, understood?’  
 He pressed his cock against me, harder.  . . I was throbbing, hungry for it.

‘Yes, Sir,   but I don’t need to think it over.’
‘Tell me,  slut.’
‘Sir, I  want very much to be  yours  and  under your control.  I  need  it. I  didn’t  know that until I felt your power over me tonight. There was a certain feeling that I didn’t understand until you put light on it, my strong desire for loving service to you.  I  need  that,  Sir.’

‘It is called submission, the capital S  Surrender and Submission, the complete and total giving-over of yourself, physically and mentally.   Are you  sure?’
‘Yes, Sir.’ 
‘Good Girl– tell me.’  He ran his ‘fuck finger’ down the division of my ass  while teasing  me with the wet tip of his cock . . . oh dam. . .please!

‘Oh Sir,  yes, yes! – I  will  submit  totally  to  you,  and  you  will  take  care of  me.  I will  try  to  do  my  very  best  to  always  obey  you,  and  to  please  you.’
‘Excellent, my good little slut– except for your mistake.’  He withdrew his cock away from me.

‘Sir?’  My heart was thumping, my stomach tightened.
‘You do  not  ‘try’ to do your best  to obey. That  presumes  possible  failure.  You will obey me, period. Without question and without fear, and certainly without failure.
Am I clear?‘
‘Yes, Sir, thank you  for the correction.  I need  the obedience.  I need you.’

‘Yes, you do. And  now–-you  are  Mine.  Mine.  I own you–you  are now my  property, by  your consent. Your one purpose is to please and serve me, for anything I want.  Anything.’
He lifted the blindfold. ‘Now look at  me,  your  Master!’   He twirled his finger on my clit.

I was beaming. .”Yes, Sir,  what may I do for you, to please you now?’
‘Good Girl!’… and he just stood there, close, holding an intense eye contact  to the point where I wanted to look away,  but sensed correctly that I should  not.

‘My sweet Good Girl. You will now address me as ‘Master’. ‘Sir’ is also acceptable. Know that the need to make decisions is over for you now. The last decision that you shall make is your submission, and it is defined by my having that sole power. There cannot be two in power at the same time.  It  is  always me,  and  only  me.’
‘Yes, Sir.  Master.’

‘In submitting completely to my control, to my natural Dominance, you will know a freedom from the confusion and stress of  decision-making.  This freedom will allow you to fully experience your sexual self, so far beyond what you now feel to be your limitations.  This freedom will also enable you to experience  your deepest need for me– how to  best please and serve me  in what I want at any given time.

You shall feel the incredible joy that  your submissive service will bring to you.  The intensity of your joy will derive from the strength of  your submission, the purity and perfection of your devotion to me.
I know that you feel an unfamiliar ‘high’ now, better than any drug, but it’s nothing compared to the intense high you will know from the glorious joy of submission in the purest love for your Master–and his glorious love for you ! You can’t fully grasp these concepts  now–but  you will  see,  you  will.

He did not tell her that the ‘submissive high’, the joy referred to–a consequence of  the ‘submissive frenzy’ in new submissives–was of benefit to him, vital in  binding her to him emotionally, mentally,  and physically.

‘Yes, Sir,  yes,  I want that !  Thank you.  Master.’’
‘You are welcome, My lovely Good Girl. My slut, my whore.  However, what you want is irrelevant. It is what I want.  It is Me–always ME.  Everything done or required is for the purpose of  my satisfaction and therefore, my pleasure.   What I want is a submissive who understands and embraces submission for what it truly means, and you shall when you trust me in my guidance.  You already know and trust me.

Did I steer you wrong with Zack ? No. Did I push you? Yes–to new experiences and feelings, and it was all good. I would never put a demand on you that you could not handle. As your understanding of submission expands, what you can handle will likewise expand.  Onward and upward!
‘Yes, Master.’  

That all sounded fine and good, but I wondered what he would require of me in the future. It made me a little nervous–scared, actually. But I love him and have  always  trusted  him  and  he’s  never betrayed  that before.

Avery had recognized the undiscovered submissive in her, and that was the reason she was his girlfriend. Her birthday gift offer of whatever-you-want was a delightful surprize, telling him it was time to proceed with her submersion into submission:
she  was  ripe  and ready.

He knew how to direct a submissive to the endless road of unquestioned service and devotion to him. There were things that could be done to mold his submissive to the perfect obedience and worship he required. Some of the common techniques had been applied already, with the expected success– the alcohol, the toying with her sexual arousal, the constant statements of his rightful dominance–and there were others to be used as deemed necessary.

He thoroughly reveled in the results of his manipulations, predictable as they were, then pushed his control further, higher. He loved that this girl–the whore… as well as each previous whore–would so quickly and willingly surrender herself with her body, as well as her mind–to be his playthings. Coaxing them to the point of subjugation was not difficult; he had chosen each because he knew they would go down easy,  and this one was  no exception.  They were all the same to him,  just whores.

It was now, at the beginning of the journey, that the necessary ‘guidance’–the mind control and humiliation–was crucial for establishing the tone and color of the girl’s mindset, so that she would think of nothing else but the required obedient service and worship of  him,  Master of her soul.

He replaced the blindfold.  I was still in position against the wall.
‘Can you follow directions, slut ?’
‘Yes, Sir. Master.’
‘Very good. Now spread your legs and  shove  your  pussy  as far  forward  as  you  can, and  hold that position.’
‘Yes, Master ‘’ I did as ordered, and heard a repeating camera shutter–he was taking pictures.  That made me feel weird  and  I wondered  what he was  going to do with them.
‘A lovely pose for a whore.  You  are  a whore, aren’t you ?’
‘Yes, Master.’ 

Tonight was the first time he called me slut and whore, and I couldn’t help smiling.I took it as a sign of special  affection,  I could  tell  that’s how he  meant it.

I was jolted by a sudden sharp pain as he pinched my clit.   I winced but said nothing.
He continued his sharp pinches and I was determined to ‘tough it out’.  Then I was startled by another sensation–his tongue twirling around my clit . . oh yes . . yes ! . then more pinches, followed by more tongue,  then just his tongue.  I was close to cumming  and he knew it.

‘Oh  by  the  way—you  may  not  cum  without  my  permission,  slut. Understand?’
 (What ? !   Oh hell !)  . . ‘Yes,  Master.’
‘But my dear horny little  whore—I am not an unreasonable man.  I take care of my precious slut.  If  you need to cum for me,  you may do so now.’
He twirled his tongue again, and as I reached the point of no return he simultaneously applied his tongue and a hard pinch to my clit. Oh good god !  I exploded in a huge orgasm–it  surprized  the hell  out of me,  the  pain  boosting  the pleasure part. . . wow.    

‘Did I not tell you that I know what you need?’   He chuckled, then whispered close to my ear–  ‘Pain  and  pleasure  mingle  into  one.’
‘Yes, Master, thank you,  thank you,  Sir!’
‘Very well, slut.’

He removed the blindfold and led me to his study, to his computer.  I was still handcuffed.  He typed something on the computer then turned on the video camera connected to it.  The area of its aim had a small tarp on the floor covered with towels. It had been planned and done beforehand — apparently he’d been sure of my agreement to submission.  

‘You’re going to put on a little show now, for my entertainment. ‘ He directed me where to stand, with my legs spread and my pussy thrust out as before. He gave my nipples a very sharp  pinch, and held it for a time.
‘Tell the camera your name  and what you are.’
I said my name and said I was his property.
‘True, you are that–and what else did we learn tonight ?’

“Sir, I am a dirty slut cockwhore.’  I smiled.
‘You are indeed—and we wouldn’t want it any other way! And you are my—?’
‘I am your submissive, Sir.’
‘And, again you are—?’
‘I am your property,  Sir.’
‘Yes, you are.. . and that makes me—?’
‘My Master. You are my Master.’
‘Say it again.’
‘You are my Master.’
‘Well done, Good Girl!’  He pulled my head back by my hair and licked my neck as he teased my pussy.

‘Tell the men watching us now on  live cam  what we will be doing tomorrow.’
“Sir, tomorrow our friend Zack will come here with a buddy and they will each fuck me while you watch.’   Saying it to people I didn’t know was  embarrassing.
“I’ll bet the men watching you now on the live cam wish they could come over too and fuck  a slut whore.’
‘Yes, Sir.’ I didn’t know what else to say to that. I was so very tired from my strenuous night, which didn’t seem to be ending any time soon.

‘Ok,  now  that  it  has  been established  what you  are : my property,  my submissive,   and a cock-whore slut,  it’s Showtime!  Turn to your left,  sideways to the camera.’
He pulled up on the handcuff chain to bend me down, and whispered that if I loved his cock,  to say it for the camera.
‘Sir, I love your cock, please fuck me.’

He laughed. . ‘Ain’t she great, guys?  She loves my cock and  begs me to fuck her!   Do you need me to fuck you, slut?  Tell  me  and everyone watching.’
“Yes, Sir,  please, Master,  yes – fuck me.’

My voice was flat from the overwhelming fatigue–it had been a very long and strenuous night, sexually, and emotionally as well– and now   I could  barely keep my eyes open.  A sudden funny thought—I should tell him,  do whatever you’re going to do, knock yourself out, then wake me when you’re done,  I’ll be grabbing a nap.

‘Here goes, guys–fucking it for the first time as a declared submissive–just signed up tonight!’
He held the handcuff chain firmly and grasped my hair with his other hand to help steady me. He eased his thick cock into me from the rear– standing doggy–pulling out all the way before re-entry. Dam, that felt  great, and I love him fucking me from the rear, it gets me  so incredibly hot–it’s just so primal, animalistic.
As he picked up the pace, fucking me deeper and faster, he said  in a low voice –‘Now that you have surrendered to me, this–(a slap to my ass)-is Mine. Whenever I want it,
I take it.’
‘Yes,  Master.’  

I wasn’t entirely happy with that statement, but the wheels of that train were  already rolling  . . . and  did  he  just refer to  me  as  ‘it’ ??
I’d agreed to this while I was a little drunk, but that was irrelevant, because I said – yes I’m sure – and declined  the cooling off period of considering my decision.  Now it was permanent, on whatever terms and conditions struck  his fancy.  But I do have the strong  desire, a driving need really,  to submit to his whims because it pleases him.
I really loved pleasing him earlier tonight as his birthday present ! My focus now and forward, is to always, always, always please him in my obedience, doing everything he wants of me.  I need  him to see how well.I obey,  to show him how much I love him !

He let go the handcuff chain and steadied me with a hand to my abdomen. He started fucking me even harder and deeper, pounding me,  grunting like an animal.
It hurt a little, he was so rough.
‘How y’all like what you see,  me fucking my cockwhore?’  he said for the camera.

I thought that was creepy, making a narrated performance for the camera and the unknown, invisible audience. It could have been one guy, or 286 guys, who knows?
I imagined him thinking that he wanted his cam audience to see me cum from his glorious fucking. He’s pretty narcissistic. But I was right–he trailed his fingers through the accumulation of cum on me from earlier and slid his fingers around on my clit. The slick lubrication  perked me up  quick–shit,  that felt  so good,  I could cum so easy now.  

He moved his hand down to my pussy and did some fancy fingerwork on my clit.
‘Who’s a slut?’—-    “I am, Sir.’
‘Who’s a whore– a cock-whore?’—    ‘I am, Sir.’
‘Yes, you are a slut and cock-whore, no question about it. And you’re so good at it–you cannot deny your true nature!’ I didn’t know if he was kidding around or serious.

‘Don’t you just love being the center of attention on the webcam?  Men from all over the globe are watching you get fucked like a whore! The US of course, and Russia. Brazil. Philippines. Australia. Slovinia. England. Italy. South Africa. Iceland. Saudi Arabia. Portugal.  Poland.  Malaysia. Denmark . . and more. They don’t all understand English but they all understand a man fucking his woman whenever he wants to. Spread your legs a little more, honey.’

He put both of his hands on my inner thighs, near my pussy.  He held my legs spread  as he vigorously pounded me, hard and deep, rougher than before, with a hostile force, it seemed–it hurt.
‘Bitch’,  he said in a low voice for only me to hear. ‘My Bitch. My fucking whore, cock-sucking  fuck-hole Bitch.’

Then he smiled brightly for the camera:
‘Tell us how many men are gonna fuck you tomorrow?’   
‘Three.  You, our friend  Zack, and Zack’s friend.  Three, Master.’
‘Such a whore you are.’  He did some more fancy fingerwork at my pussy to boost my arousal  and I felt the need to cum growing  very quickly–I was teetering on the edge of urgency.
‘Master please– permission to cum ?’

He laughed loudly. “Ah yes– there it is.  Yes. Yes !  Cum for your Master. Cum!’
I dissolved in a wonderful sparkly swirling ecstasy of orgasm, weakened to his power over me. It seemed to go deliciously on and on.  If he hadn’t been holding me steady
I would not have been able to stand.

‘See what I did there, guys?’  he said to the camera. ‘Got it all worked both physically and mentally, reminding her what a whore she is. They love that ! And through her desperate need, she still obeyed my order to ask permission.  Fellas, this is your example of what your submissive should be if she’s worth anything.’
As he spoke he continued to expertly tease my clit, his cock still filling me. I felt another round inching up on me quickly–I always have at least two. I badly wanted his hot cum erupting in me, but he didn’t give it up; he’d always had great control in that. 

Then  he  stopped, withdrew.  Oh hell.
He finished his drink in a long gulp.  His erect cock bounced around as he spoke and  he gazed upon it lovingly,  slick and shiny with my cum, stroking it at times.
‘Sit down, knees up, legs spread.’  He looped a short bungee cord through the handcuff chain and around the leg of the desk.
‘Listen to me, listen well.’ 

He has  talked  non-stop  through this whole thing, and he keeps saying the  same things  over, and over, and over.  I try to pay really close attention but I’m so tired  now that it’s a  struggle, and  I  don’t want  him to see that.   

‘Whenever you need to cum — you know to ask my permission,  if  I have  not  already  told you to cum for Master. Good Girl. I  am a  fair and generous man and  Master  when  I  am  pleased. want  you  to  cum with  my  big  hot  cock  fucking  you,  it  honors me,  the  Master–who caused you to cum.  You  have  to  cum for me,  you must,  it is beyond your control.  You  surrender  to  me,  man and Master, my power, because  you  must.  You  have relinquished your free will  and surrender  all  to me,  you  are Mine — it’s  just  that simple.  I like a strong will in a submissive, as long as she understands it is no longer her own, but mine in her submission to me.

What man doesn’t like to see his bitch -or any bitch- having an orgasm? Am  I right, guys? Yes–we see the pure pleasure that the man’s cock gives her as he claims his pleasure from her. Or the man’s tongue- it is the Man who grants and allows her pleasure. Vibrators can be useful tools for him, as they can speed things up towards his goal of the woman’s physical and mental surrender to him, the Man. 

That super-strong one I got you as a gift, whore — you told me it was so strong  that you can cum in 10 seconds if you choose.  However, as you know, that choice is no longer yours, but mine.  I  am  the  Man,  and  more  importantly  above that,  I  am  your  Master, the  source of  all  that  is  good  and  wonderful  for  you  now.   So  hear  this–

You  are  forbidden to pleasure  yourself.  You will not, unless I demand  it, and at times
I will demand it, like earlier tonight. I will watch you, and perhaps share the performance,  as I did  tonight with Zack. . .or maybe on the live cam, at my whim. The other men love to see that  while they jack off  at the computer!

And  know  this–at  times the permission to cum may be denied,  but  always for a reason, a  purpose.  That purpose could be to strengthen your submission, because that’s what you need  at the moment,  or  it could be to  allow for a  much  bigger and  longer  orgasm when I do  at last permit it.  Or it might be just for my amusement–just because I can, in my control of you.’
 He chuckled in a way that sounded a  bit  deranged; it  was  unsettling.

He knelt in front of me, to bring his cock level  to my face.
‘Open  your  mouth, whore,  suck  my  cock  the  way  I  like  it.  Suck  my  cock!’

I obeyed him;  I like sucking his thick, hot, juicy cock,  the one that  fucks me and shoots its cumload in me. I love his cock . . I really do. He grabbed my head and quickly made it a vigorous throat-fuck, hard and rough,  that had me  gagging again like earlier tonight.  But I liked it, because he liked it–for demonstrating his power over me. He held a position deep in my throat to the point where I couldn’t fully get my breath. I started to feel a bit dizzy.

‘You  love  it, bitch,  you  love  my  cock  any old  way  you can get it.’  I made sounds meant to be ‘Yes, Master.  Then he  pulled  out  nearly all the way, ordering  that I not let my mouth off his cock.  That entailed me grabbing it with my mouth and really sucking, trying to  keep it as he pulled away.  

He soon prevailed, saying ‘Oh–no cumload for you, then!’ and shifted his position towards the camera while he shot and squirted his cum for his audience,  then milked his cock for any remaining.  That was  just weird.
Then he made me lick his slimy cum off his cock,  as he resumed  his lecture.
verything is under my decision and control, and my whims. Every decision, every minute of every day– is  always  all  about  me.  This  knowledge  should  be automatic to you now, into your bones and DNA.  I see  your  powerful desire  and  need to  please  me,  which  will  serve  you  well,  and  of  course  serve  me  well!     ( the weird laughter again. )

‘Because you crave obedience to me, to my demands,  I am confident that we have a strong understanding and agreement regarding your future behavior. However, there is the possibility that discipline may be necessary at some point.
Discipline is not a punishment– it is a re-focusing of your purpose and goal by various means, for your reflection on the sincerity of your submission.  
Perhaps you may be denied permission to speak, a blindfold might be used to eliminate distractions, or your movement could be restricted to ‘corner-time’, a time-out for reflection. You might be denied sleep, or made to do something that you don’t like sexually–or even a household chore such as oven-cleaning.  Perhaps I  may withhold my attention from you for a period  of  time, including  attention  from my cock, which should certainly focus your attention.

If these methods are unsuccessful, or in the case of repeated  violations, the next step to rectify the wrong thinking and  behavior would  indeed  be  physical punishment. I don’t envision punishment often, if at all. I don’t ever want to hurt you, but that may be required and necessary at some point, for re-focusing your purpose. Correction of any deficiencies  or failures requires a  strong and memorable lesson.

Yes, pain would  be  the method used to correct you of your deficiency, the flaw that made you forget or disregard the lessons of discipline. Pain is quite effective for this, as it delivers its message with an immediate yet lasting impression. These things must be seriously and  promptly addressed,  to kill  the bad seed  quickly .

If you earn  discipline or a  punishment  you  will  always  be told  exactly what it’s for.
All punishments,  should they be required, will be appropriate to the offense. I am nothing if not fair. This is all towards the purpose of strengthening your submission  and perfecting you  for  fulfillment of  my  requirements. 

Reasons for physical punishment include willful disobedience, the failure to do as told.  Disregard of established rules. Disrespect–challenging my absolute authority, sassiness or backtalk.
Of course it is by my  decision, always, when – or IF -you  are  permitted  to cum. You will not know when that may occur–as I said, it may be my pure whim., simply because
I am Master of you.  But a situation with denied permission could be part of a punishment, if you had displeased or disobeyed me. Maybe you’re wondering—how is it that a punishment  situation  has  sex,  that  seems to make no sense.  Yes,  it does seem strange, doesn’t it ? 

If you cannot or will not control your need to cum against my orders  within a punishment situation as well,  severe correctional  penalties  would  be  necessary– a double  violation is  how  I see  it.  I  will  tell  you  now  that  you  would  not  enjoy  finding  yourself  in that situation.
A  severe  penalty’s effect and outcome  would  be  akin to the  old  story of  the toddler putting  her  hand  on the stove.  She’s  told  No,  but  does  it  anyway,  and  it  hurts like fucking  hell,  her body is shocked,  she’s screaming, crying — but  she learns that  critical  lesson–   ‘I won’t  put my hand  on the  stove  again.’
And  she  doesn’t.

 Do you have any questions?   Do you fully  understand this?’
‘Yes, Master, I understand.’
‘Do you ?’
‘Yes, Master, I understand.’

‘Yes, Master, I understand.’

oh  wow,  he’s  given  a  lot  of  thought  to  maybe  hurting  me–what have I gotten myself into ?? I’ve been obedient to everything he’s required, he’s been pleased, so I’m wondering–where’s this  ‘incredible   joy’  from service  that  he said  I would  have ?


‘You’ve been so attentive to me today, past the fact it was my birthday.  You have obeyed every demand  I’ve required of you. Good Girl ! And  now you have submitted your will to mine, surrendered your very self  in your driving need and desire to serve and honor me. A great day, it is !   Now don’t go anywhere, whore, I shall return shortly.’  He went to the kitchen to make himself a drink.

So here I am, restrained to the desk with that stupid camera rolling. Oh that’s why  he laughed when he said- don’t go anywhere. . I’m so dam tired- exhausted, really, that  my brain is slow now, I can’t concentrate anymore.  I closed my eyes and quickly sank into a fitful sleep,  more a half sleep, half awake  state.

‘What’s this ! asleep on the job ? You may sleep later–we’re not done here yet.’
He put his drink to my mouth and told me to swallow. It was really strong with whiskey– it did not go down smoothly at all.  After 6 swallows he took back his drink.
I felt it right away, on my empty stomach and exhausted state. But I was feeling better.
I think he planned out even this little detail.

He was staring at my pussy and smiling. ‘Spread your knees further, show me your hole’.  Even with him saying that crude word that I hated,  my pussy was waking up, beginning to throb. I suddenly wanted him to ram his cock into me as hard as he could.  I was unaware   that I giggled.

‘Tell me what’s funny, whore’.
‘I was just imaging your big hard cock fucking my pussy and that made me happy.’

He released the bungee restraint. ‘Of course it made you happy!  You know it would please me to fuck the living hell from your pussy, taking you any way I wanted., and that is exactly what I will do. Pleasing me is your only thought or concern now.  Well done, my dear little subby.’

Oh, he was good at this, shaping my words into something I was not even thinking when spoken.  Yes, for him it IS  all about him, and only him. I’m only a player in  his ongoing drama. . .Oh I’m so fuckn tired.  But I do want him to fuck me, good and hard !

‘Keep your position, be right back’ and he returned within the minute,  bringing my super-strong vibrator used earlier.  He plugged it in, and gulped down most of his whiskey drink.

”I want you to stand up now, sideways to the camera as before and spread your legs more.’  From under his desk he pulled out two standard bricks and directed me  to stand on them.  This equalized our height more,  and he could work his pelvis in under me, for leverage in thrusting deep. He resumed his energetic fucking of me, and I felt a rush of fresh energy, my exhaustion gone somehow. I felt really, really great–in fact, ready for anything !

I later came to realize that he was on drugs, and in fact that he’d secretly drugged me with speed or whatever in his drink.

I like it that there’s strange men watching me get fucked on videocam.  They wanna see a horny slut taking a big fat cock.  They wanna be the man fucking me.   I like that !  This is new to me,  enjoying other men watching me do sexual things–something I didn’t know was in me until tonight.  It is Master who unveiled that for me.  It’s true, he knows what  I  need  more  than I myself  know.

‘How do you like this‘, he growled, ramming his cock upwards in me from behind and  below me.  The force was great enough  to lift me to my  tiptoes,  He repeated it  several times..

 “My cock is like a King, and you’re the king’s sex whore.  They had those, ya know.   King wanted to fuck, one of his many whores was summoned and used as his fuck-hole, there were hundreds of fuck-hole whores to use.  Whatever he wanted, he would have—whenever he fucking wanted it— he was fucking King.   And  I am your fucking King — your King and Master.  I  get whatever  I want– but  I  don’t  need to  take it,  because it  will  all  be  given  freely  by  you,  with  love.  You love me.’

‘Yes, Master, of course.’

“Yes, of course!’  he laughed.  He lightly bit my neck,  with one hand to my throat  as he shot  his cumload  into me.  Mixing with the  night’s previous deposits, most of it slid down my legs. He scooped some with his fingers and striped my  face with the  slimy substance, then scooped more which he put to my mouth,  ordering me to suck his cum from  his fingers.  I  obeyed  his  demand,  trying  hard  to  love  it.  My need to obey and please  is  always foremost in my mind,  it is the force and energy that  sustains me  — my opinion is not a part of it. .

‘Oh Good Girl, you dirty Good Girl! You want so much to please me, you need so badly to please me, don’t you?’
‘Yes  I  do,  of course,  Master, yes.’
“Squat right here over this towel and piss for me–piss for the camera. Be nasty-do it now.’

Oh good lord, all those men around the world watching me piss, how embarrassing. But I did as ordered, I will never disobey Master.
‘Good Girl, Good Girl.  Now stand up and look at me.  You want me to piss on you,  don’t  you,  whore ?’

I  said  nothing,  because  I  did  not  want  to  say  ‘no’  to  him.   Ever.  

What the fuck,  are you fucking joking ! . . hell no. . I said to myself.  I was trying to process the meaning of his statement. He wants to PISS on me like I’m a toilet or garbage.  Am I garbage ? It’s degrading and even hostile, I don’t understand why people think it’s erotic, it’s disgusting. Especially piss on the face or mouth,  disgusting beyond words.

His statement alarmed me– and I  knew  then and  there he would  be pissing on me,  no  matter  what  I  said.  I  knew I had  no  say  about it. He seemed to know what I was feeling and the reason for my silence.

He turned the vibrator’s motor on Low, and applied the tip directly to my clit.  I was at his mercy, instantly weakened  by the immediate urge to cum. I’d learned from past  situations and incidents, that moments like this today, with my will evaporating quickly and  my self-control overpowered–are the most dangerous for me.
I would agree to anything in those moments,  helpless, at times using poor judgment in the urgency of extreme arousal— just as it sometimes is for men, with their cocks doing the thinking and making the decisions.   It  didn’t help  that  I  was  high  from  the drink.

He told me that he knew deep down that I wanted him to  piss on  me.  He  said that  I  would  be craving his piss, begging him to piss on me, and  mean it.  He reminded me  that  he  knew what I needed more than I myself knew,  and  that  all decisions were  his now,  which I’d  agreed to in  my  voluntarily submission.
I  consciously kept my face neutral  so  he  wouldn’t  see  evidence  of  what  I  was  thinking.

“Know that this is not a ‘request’– understand this absolutely!  If – or when – I want it,
will do it,  and  at  any time  I  wish.  That  is  a fact.
What is at issue now is the fact that you will  want  for me to piss  on you,  that  you will absolutely crave it,  ache for it,  and beg  me for it ! And  you  will  tell  me  such,  in  total  honesty and  truth.’

He used the vibrator as an effective tool of  seduction of my arousal while stating—
‘You want  me to piss on you. You want it, you know you do.  You need it.  You need me.  You need to please your Master. You want nothing more at this moment than to please me, to serve my desires. You  are consumed by the need to please me.’                                                    .
Then  he withdrew the buzzing vibrator. . (Hey- I  want the vibrator !  Please. I need it !)
He repeated his tease, taking expert aim at the perfect spot, telling me:

‘You want me to piss on you,  don’t you?.  You do. . . you want it so badly.  This  is  my gift to you,  you have earned this high honor by  giving  yourself  over to  me.  My piss  is  your  reward  for  giving  yourself over to me, for  pleasing  me.  You  want  so  very  much to  please  me,  to  surrender  to  me.  You  love  your  Master.  You love me — show me.’

 And  again using  the power of the vibrator to  tease me:
‘You need me to piss on you, as proof that I want you. . You hunger for it,  you crave it.  You crave to know the honor of my piss on you.  You want  that love so badly- so hot and   seductive on  your hungry naked  body, from the same cock that you crave for the fuck. . . you want  my piss all over you,  the strongest  mark  that  you are  all  mine,  my sweet  dirty  little  whore.’ 
He withdrew the vibrator, then  teased me with a brief touch  before withdrawing again.

Grinning broadly at my helpless condition,  he positioned himself in front of me so that  the head of his cock grazed my pussy, at a deliberate distance. He slid 2 fingers in and began a slow finger-fuck,  and continued using the vibrator’s lure to snare me further.                                   .
 In an intimate tone he said:  ‘You want to see the gold flow from my cock onto you,  the precious gold, hot and wet.  You crave me to piss on you. You want it. You need it. You need it -simply because you’re a fucking  whore — my whore.  All my whores crave my piss.  You need it so much. you can barely  stand it.  You crave it so much that  it hurts –you must  have it. . Be my Good Girl  and go Low  for  me. Tell me.’

He  stepped back to take in the effects of his actions, his plan.   I was breathing heavier and squirming under the  effects of my  high arousal.
He gave a small laugh and touched the vibrator tip to me once again –leaving  it there.

‘You will feel my strength and power in my piss.  You crave my hot piss claiming  you  in  your debauchery.  You can no longer deny it.  It’s very simple. You  will  give me  what I  want,  no  matter what  it is,  and  I  shall give  you what  you  need.  Tell  me.  Now.’

‘Oh god  yes, YES ! PLEASE,  Master–piss on me.   Please!  I  do  want  it. ! YES !’
‘Tell  me  again’  he said,  his  face  just  inches  from  mine.

I was startled by the sudden realization that I secretly yearned for this demonstration  of his dominance.  I  wanted  him  to  piss on me now,  I  really did !–for him to dominate me in that way.  I felt the stomach butterflies in this revelation of  my true  desire and  drive to submit  totally to his  dominance and control. I  did  need it,  and want it,  and craved  it beyond reason.

‘You were right, Sir.  YES!  I  do  want it,  I want it so bad ! I need to have you do this.  I need you to piss on me,  to please your dark desires.  Please, please, I  need it so much it hurts.    Please  give  me  your  piss,  Master. Please !’ I  was  near  tears  in  my  emotional  sincerity. . the truth  —  and urgency.
‘Master PLEASE- permission ??

‘Oh yes, there it is, my best Good Girl. You may cum for me now.  Cum for Master.’

Oh shit, that was close, I’m surprised I could hold back cumming so long. He leaves that strong vibrator on me and expects me not to cum until he gives fucking permission ?  or maybe he doesn’t ?  fuck that shit!  Plus he’s gonna   piss on me.
I was coerced into saying I wanted it, but he’s gonna do it anyway,  even if I didn’t say yes.  But  now  I do  want it,  I actually  really  do want it, because he does.  I want to be as nasty as he wants me to be.    

He was chuckling in that weird  twisted way again.    This whole process was not new to him,  and the submissive’s reactions and acceptance were predictable–he’d done this before. They all crumbled at his feet, begging him to piss on them. Some were after degradation, and others believed his sweet talk  telling of the pure glory of it. They  were  all  so  easy;  still,  he got a deep pleasure from the dance,  messing with their minds.  The timed orgasm tied to their acquiescence was a highly successful tool, cementing their frenzied agreement to be his piss-whore.

‘Good Girl, you went Low for me easy, easier than I thought it would be.  I am quite pleased.  I knew you would crave my piss all over you, to make you all mine,  in submission to my rightful domination.  I’ve told you that I  know what you need more than you yourself.   You dirty  whore,  going  Low on  the first day. .  Maybe  I  shall  demand  that you  drink  it,   drink  my  gold  inside  you,  to  be  in  your  blood.’  .

Just as he’d said I would, I had told him that I wanted him to piss on me, and meant it . . . then  pleaded  with  him  for his  piss. . . all  for  real.

He expertly manipulated my arousal and emotions until I became weakened in my vulnerabilities,  helpless — then went in for the sure conquest. .  I recognized his method,  his plan,  to get what he wanted  from me,  but he is  much stronger than me. He  shined   his light on  it  and  I  really  and  truly  wanted  his  piss  now.
I so badly want to please him by welcoming his piss on me,  just because  he wants to do this thing considered taboo.  I  think  he  wants  to see how deep  I will go in debauchery for him.  He’s shown he has an appetite for it,  that’s for  sure.  He’s made me face  my  own depravity, to befriend it, and  now we may know the depths of our depravity  together.

‘I  am  yours,  Master, and  I  would   drink  your  golden  piss  to  please  you.’  I felt a  high I’d never known before.  He was right, of course, all along and I did  ache for it,  just  as he’d said.

‘Good Girl,  Good Girl,  you went Low for me quick,  and that pleases me very much !   Low means someone who will wallow in intense debauchery, a depraved individual who will do basically anything.  Anything, no  matter how disgusting.  Kneel to me,  now.’

I  obeyed, dropping  down to the common submissive position,  and reached for his cock  with  my  mouth, keeping my eyes locked to his.  It was already hard–my submission to being pissed on, telling him so,  had  excited him–and his cock– and me as well.

‘This  wasn’t  in  the  plan but  I  will  allow you to suck my cock. . suck the  King’s  cock.’   I’d forgotten the videocam was still broadcasting until he said :
‘Hey guys–did ya hear- she begged me to piss on her,  begged me,  and never been wet  before either. Then she kneels down to me to suck it. The perfect personal whore – does ANYTHING  I say.  She’s a keeper !’ He laughed.

All this time I was still handcuffed,  I think he forgot about that.  He withdrew his cock from  my mouth and loudly ordered me to lay down on my back, legs open. 

The first splash of his piss to my clit almost had me cumming. . my god -it was  glorious, with an intensity I’d never known !  He kept his aim to my pussy briefly,  then up my body to my throat, then returned to my pussy.   It just kept on coming, hot  and  golden  and  glorious.                           . 
I was in ecstasy. It felt so fucking good, in that taboo way and equally for what it meant – a demonstration of his absolute domination and  owning my total submission to his power.  How did he know I truly needed this !
He called me dirty whore, smiling as he bestowed his gift. That made it even more intensely hot.   I wanted it to go on and on forever !  I was in a state of rapture almost, like a holy experience, that’s how intense  it was.  I love him as my  Master, and first loved him as my man.   I love him so much !

I accept as unquestionable fact that my obedience and  service to pleasing him  is the most  important  part of  my  life now, requiring  all  my focus  and energies.
I feel so good and happy – complete– when I please him, and  euphoric  beyond words when he calls me  Good Girl  and says he is pleased with me.   My internal doubts from this  being  unknown and scary territory have disappeared.  
I know he is making this beginning an extreme experience on purpose, to drop me into the deep end and start swimming– to ‘break me’ as they say.  But he knows best–he is Master.         

 I think it’s around  2am  now, and apparently the day still  isn’t over yet for him.  

He began administering this important ritualized step – his favorite – in his indoctrination of submissives–urinating on their willing bodies. In his manipulations, both verbal and sexual, he always convinced them that this was what they truly wanted, as part of the  ‘please me, your Master’ approach. This one went for the  ‘glory of my golden piss’  approach, while he saw her as  just another depraved whore drenched in his urine.  He loved it for the dark power over the woman,  that she would so debase herself  for him.  It thrilled him like nothing else.

What a great racket I’ve found,  this depraved trickery and evil scam, he frequently told himself.  He had the radar to scope out an undeclared  or newbie  submissive to possess,  as he had  with this one, when he had grown bored with the previous conquest.  He  was sure of his ability  to get what he wanted, willing to put in the time by being their boyfriend and subtly  placing bait, invisibly pulling them along to a point where he could initiate his process to consume them, heart  and  soul.  He was thrilled  when she offered herself totally as his birthday gift,  as  it  saved him  the time  and  effort of  getting  her  there himself.

Then came their first submissive fucking, a holy experience for the girl, high in her fresh submersion. He greatly enjoyed the free reign of behavior the girls – women – willingly enabled— behind his closed door there were no constraints to acting on his every dark impulse. By their consent  to submission  he could,  and did,  take it  however  he wanted–perhaps sweetly loving at first, to capture their  love for him– then raw and rough, brutally– because he could.
Sometimes they cried, but they always said—thank you, Master! That greatly amused him, and also endeared  them to him.  He loved each one in his own dark way.

A favorite part of the indoctrination was when they agreed to give all control in all matters over to him.  He didn’t need to take it,  they all agreed  to it and surrendered it  at the start — the  I-totally-submit-to-your-wise-dominance trick. They easily gave up their free will, their freedom, their dignity, and usually any good judgment, believing he would  take care of everything for them in his protective love for them,  because this is what he told them.
His success in collecting  these conquests  was in his dark  talent  for  the ability  to seem normal and sincere, the real deal, as do a large percentage of psychopaths.
He instinctively knew  exactly what each needed to hear, what their lonely souls ached for–what words and actions would most quickly trap her heart and mind, capturing her in  subjugation  to  depraved  sexual servitude,  disguised as love.  He especially enjoyed  discovering in what particular ways he could humiliate each of them—which of her  buttons to push and what methods to use to weaken her, to demoralize, then eventually  destroy,  her pride and  essence as a woman, and human being– to possess and own her.

They always accepted it  as  his  right  as their  overlord, agreeing with him  when he stated as  fact  that  they needed, and wanted, to be humiliated– that  he  knew what they needed more than they ever could.  The more extremely he humiliated and degraded  them, the more they seemed to love him ! That  always amazed him, and he took full advantage of this mysterious quality in  the women.  But he  gave attention to making  them feel  special and  loved,  as well, to trap their hearts  in  absolute adoration of  him.  

That part was easy–they looked upon him as god-like,  and all  he really needed  to do was say ‘Good Girl’,  or ‘you have pleased me’,  give them an occasional orgasm,  and they were insanely happy and thankful.  They had become simple, like small children, or pets, in their quest for receiving praise, and their reactions to it.
Each woman always thanked him, constantly, for everything, without ever being told—for a surprize orgasm generously bestowed perhaps, but also for the ongoing incidents of humiliation or degradation. That is what made their gratefulness so sweet for him, the steady flow of  ‘Thank you,  Sir. Thank you,  Master ’ – they  couldn’t  thank  him enough for treating  them  like  dirty whores, it seemed !   He really  liked  that.

He made a mental note to devise fresh ways in which to humiliate his whore. Although he already knew the end result—the whore thanking him for her soul-sucking episode of degrading humiliation–he wanted to enjoy watching her go down in new ways, making her ever smaller, out of the grasp of any remaining traces of outside influences and thought.  For her to exist for Master, and  Master only.

But in his own dark and twisted way, he did love each and every one, for their total surrender and fiercely loyal worship of him. He’d created them as such, so he could  possess and own them,  their heads filled only with pure endless  adoration  of him and his cock. But he expected, and accepted, nothing less–until the day came that  he would suddenly tire of  his toy, requiring his finding a fresh challenge and  another soul to conquer.


Daylight was beginning to glow outside.                                              .
‘Stand up.’  He removed the handcuffs at last, my arms and shoulders had passed pain, to numbness. “Show yourself to everyone on camera.  Face it, your legs spread and pussy pushed out like before.’

I did as told, wet and dripping his cum and load of piss into a puddle around my feet.
I had wanted it so badly I couldn’t bear it.  Now I  know  I can do anything he wants  or  demands of me. He’d pulled me through that door to darkness, there’s no going back now. 

He has shown me my true purpose in life—serving  my Master in total loving submission.
I can’t control my thoughts yet as well as I need to, but Master told me that  will  happen soon.  He keeps me focused on my service to his pleasure, so  I  don’t need to think about  anything but that.  It doesn’t matter what  I think anyway, if it isn’t concerning my service and love of Master.  I love him.

“Now I want you to speak with your global audience—tell them about being pissed on for the  first time.  Tell them what it means to you to be owned by me, to serve and pleasure me in your devotion.  I’ll be on the phone,  but I will be listening to you.   When you’ve spoken for 2 minutes you may stop talking.’. 

‘I feel like the luckiest girl alive!  I love my Master and he loves me. He showed me this, and all of you watching us, by giving me the golden glory of his beautiful piss !  I have been blessed in his glory !  I am so happy I feel like I will burst ! You Dominant men out there will have a grateful and eternally devoted submissive if you give her this, I know it!   See me, and see your own sub, ecstatic in submissive happiness to the Master.’

‘Excellent!  Well done, my Good Girl ! Now lie down again in my piss puddle- you have earned a reward.’ He placed two plastic sacks on either side of my legs, then kneeled and said ‘Say what I want to hear’.

‘Please Master, please fuck me, I beg of you, Master.’                                                            .
‘Oh yes, that’s it, my little piss-whore !  and he proceeded to fuck me– hard, fast and rough.  He pushed down on my breasts with both hands, so hard it really hurt. But I liked it, because he liked it.  My purpose is to provide whatever he wants of me.

‘Guys—see this? My whore is insatiable!’
He laughed loudly, withdrawing his cock to unload his cum on my face. I don’t like that– but it’s irrelevant. He gets off on it, so it shall be.

‘Now you are to clean up your mess, take the towels and tarp to the patio and rinse them with the hose. Then wait outside for me on the patio. I’ll be watching you.’
I did as ordered, happily.  I love Master ! But I felt weird being naked outside, neighbors could see me if they happened to look that way.  I was glad it was a warm day.

He came outside, directing me to sit on a patio chair, and handed me an orange and a drink.  I don’t even like to drink much and didn’t want it, but pushed the thought from my head.  He wanted me to drink it, so it was done. My function is to do as he wishes, always. I felt another giddy rush of energy, like I’d had from the earlier drink.       

It was then I realized he was drugging me with speed. 

I didn’t like that !…then instantly felt ashamed for failing within myself in my pure trust and obedience to his desires.  He wanted it, so it would be done.  He knows best.

Master’s phone call was to Zack and as planned, he appeared in the new summer’s morning, bringing another man with him.  Zack had thought of nothing but this since Avery’s birthday last night.  It had been an unexpected yet thrilling surprize when Avery had invited him over to fuck his girlfriend as he watched, and more so, the standing invitation for the same whenever Avery felt the urge to watch ! He still could hardly believe it.

The second man was a heavy, somewhat sloppy looking fellow, When he saw me naked he said  ‘Holy fucking shit!’                                                  .
He was practically salivating at this golden opportunity of a free fuck on a slut.

Zack said ‘Hey darlin’, how ya doing?’ and leaned down to give me a quick kiss. He was already hard.
Avery pulled the two aside to discuss details. First, the guys were to remove their pants, shirts optional, then I was to be hosed down to wash off the piss and cum.  

Zack had the honor of squirting me with the hose. He sprayed me thoroughly, then finished off with a direct shot to my pussy.  I was ready to cum yet again, seeing Zack’s delicious cock standing straight up, hungry to claim me !

Avery told me to lie down on the lawn and do whatever Zack wanted.  Fine by me !!
I liked it that strangers might be seeing me as well as Avery and Zack’s friend watching Zack fuck me.  Once again I felt like the nasty bad girl I had discovered only last night.  I liked her a lot, almost as much as the men did !

Zack had already placed his order, so to speak. He wanted me restrained, spread-eagled, and flipped, ass up. Avery told the other guy to hold down an ankle and a wrist, as he held the other ankle and wrist.  He laughed as Zack teased my pussy from the rear, sliding the tip of his cock in the right places until I was moaning. Then he pushed in, slow and steady,  then withdrew, repeating several times.  Then he increased speed and intensity, fucking my  whore hole until  quickly I was  frantic. . . more,  harder,  more !

‘Please ‘Master, may I cum?  Please !’
Zack was whispering—‘give it to me, give it up, baby, show me!’ I simply could not hold it back and was already falling when Avery said  
‘Cum for us, whore.’

I can’t even describe the ecstasy in cumming from Zack fucking me. . . he sure knows how to drive that truck !  Last night with him was one of the most equisitely intense  fuck experiences I’ve ever had, and this morning only re-enforced that.

Zack whispered  “Baby,  know this–if you need me to be, I’ll be your man.’

‘What was that ? said Avery, seemingly on high alert.
“I told her that any time you say, Avery, I’d fill her whore fuck-hole for you,’

‘Yeah, yeah,  I love watching her get fucked !  He caressed his erect cock.
‘It don’t even matter who, she does it because I want it, because I want to watch.  And that brings us to you, dude’, pointing  to Zack’s buddy. ‘Your turn, have at it !’

The sweaty, overweight man said he wanted me face up, but still pinned down; he was accomodated. He plowed into my pussy without finesse,  just pounding away, muttering under his breath ‘whore.. whore..whore’.  It meant nothing to me other than knowing that I was pleasing Master.
And Master was thoroughly enjoying the show, stroking his cock with increasing determination. As the man was close to climax, he withdrew, spraying his load of sour cum on my face.  I  was  numb, waiting for it to end.

‘Good Girl ! Good Girl.’
‘Thank you. Thank you, Master.’

He pushed the man aside , then straddled me,  shoving his fat throbbing cock into my mouth. After a vigorous throat-fuck he unloaded into me, shouting ’Yes ! Yes !’Yes!’
The fact that he was being watched excited him immensely, considering his particular use of the whore to be  victorious–superior and most dominant.

‘Hey Zack, thanks for coming over and bringing your guy. Remember, you are welcome anytime,  anytime at all,  to come fuck her while I watch.’

Zack was still having trouble wrapping his head around this situation and invitation, but said  ‘Right on, man, anytime ! Glad to be of service !’ The two men put on their pants, with lingering looks at me, naked and spread-eagled with my face covered in cum as they departed, laughing.

‘Good Girl ! You have pleased me, fulfilling my desires. This you knew was coming, but your further compliance incidents and situations will not be known beforehand. That is irrelevant. . .  because as you understand now—whatever I  may want, or require of you,
I  shall  have.’

‘Yes, Master.’
‘Say again.’
‘Yes, Master.’

He told me I  would now live with him in his house as a ’24-7’ submissive.
‘I’ll take care of everything, so we will be together in our love. Leave everything to me.’
I felt a thrilling excitement to serve  him,  all day and all night, every  day!

He moved me from my apartment, putting my belongings in storage but for a few items of clothing and hygiene items.  He had me quit my job over the telephone.
I surrendered my cellphone to him, and my carkeys.

‘You won’t be needing these’  he said. ‘I will take care of everything, You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, I will take care of you, my sweet Good Girl.’

He made a list of rules for me, encompassing my behavior, both while he was absent for his work, as well  my expected behavior while he was home.

..I was not to use or answer the telephone, nor ever answer the door, should someone knock.

..I was to prepare the meals and keep the house clean, to his exact specifications, subject to inspection, with appropriate disciplinary actions when necessary.

..I was to keep a daily submissive’s journal, subject to his inspection and approval, in which I would express my feelings of devotional love for the Master, as well as anything that might be troubling or confusing me, for review and resolution by him.

..I was to be naked at all times when he was at home, and  ready to fulfill his sexual whims at all times—any time, day or night.

I  was a bit apprehensive of these rules. Although I loved him with all my heart, the thought of not being able to talk to or see my friends  or family bothered me.   When he saw this in my journal, we discussed it.

‘They could never understand the special love we have and all it means to us. What we have, they can never understand.  These are the people who will try to confuse and poison your mind against our glorious love.  Talking with them will only bring you emotional pain, with their negativity.  You have me, your Master, who loves you and knows what is best for you, always.’
’‘Yes, Master.’

Discipline :: meals not prepared to his satisfaction:: corner time, 20 minutes
Dishes not stacked properly in dishwasher:: more corner time, 30 minutes
Faucet handles and sink in bathroom not shined :: blinfolded, corner time,  1 hour
Hair not styled to his liking:: banished to garage, 2 hours.

I  know I can do better, I’m trying so hard to please and obey him.

When he comes home from work he needs my sexual love right away.  Sometimes he wants his cock sucked, with cum swallowed. Other times I bend over for him to fuck me from the rear, or sometimes in the ass.  It may be  to lay on the floor as he fucks me hard and rough. I am not to get up until told… in case he wants another fuck with his before-dinner drinks.  And of course, I am not to cum without permission.

This  requirement and restriction is the most difficult for me. I love his cock and the natural reaction  when being fucked is to show my love in ecstasy. But he is especially strict about this rule.  Because he had lectured me before about ths, and reminded me several times along the way, and  when I first failed his rule, he considered it a willful disobedience.

‘Since you are behaving like a disobedient child, you will be treated as such.  Fetch my flogger, then face the wall with your arms above your head  and legs spread. You need to learn your lesson of obedience.’
‘Yes, Master.’

With a flogger, there is the erotic strike, and there is the punishing strike. The latter is what he gave me…15 strikes on my back, 15 strikes on my ass, and 15 on my thighs.  It hurt like hell, and I could not control my tears of pain.

When he was done, he took me in his arms and kissed me, telling me he loved me and it had been for my own good, to strengthen my obedience in submission to him.
I understood.  
‘I love you, Master.’
‘I love you too, my Good Girl. Now face the wall again.’

He used the flogger again, but this time in delicate tickles on my inner thighs.. then pressed his hard cock into me..  first gently, then forcefully.
‘Cum for me now, cum for me ! Cum for me now!’  Cum !
And man, did I ever !. it was one of the most intense episodes I’ve ever had !

‘Ah, baby,  that’s my best Good Girl.’
‘Thank you, thank you, Master !’

 Thus it continued, for weeks, then months.  I could tell my folks and friends were phoning him, asking about me, and each time he told them he didn’t know where I’d gone, that I’d just suddenly left one day.  After a time, the calls stopped.

And after a time, he began to change, subtley at first.   He would not acknowledge me when he came home from work, other than to silently fuck me, hard and rough, then go get his drink.  Once when I wasn’t ready to be fucked as soon as he came  home, he hit me across the face, hard.

‘What have I told you? You are to have your fuck-hole ready for me at all tmes, whore !
I will not tolerate disrepect or disobedience !’
‘Yes Master, I’m sorry, Master.’
‘Yes, you are sorry, just a dirty, sorry-ass whore.’
‘Yes, Master.’

‘Get in the backyard and lie face down, ass up,  wait for me.’
‘Yes, Master.’

That time I laid there for around an hour. Then I heard laughter from inside the house.
He’d called Zack to come over and fuck me.. but  this time as ‘sloppy seconds’ after him.

Avery was ferocious, brutal in his attack, it hurt like hell.  After he satisfied himself, he told Zack to ‘fuck the whore’  while he made drinks for the both of them.

Zack  had seen what was happening. He’d always been confused, and a bit disturbed, about what Avery was all about, his violence, and  wanting other men to fuck his girl, and getting off on  watching it. But being a guy with the opportunity, he did fuck me as directed.. but in a gentle, caring way.   I knew he care about me as a person.

With Avery inside, out of earshot, Zack asked me if I was alright. I couldn’t speak.. just starting sobbing.  He whispered  ‘Sweetie, this situation is not normal, it’s not good for you. He has you brainwashed  for servitude of him, it’s not right.’
 I couldn’t respond,  mostly from fear Master would hear me.

Zack coninued..’Honey, this is just wrong,, he treats you so bad.  I can help you get away, just say the word, baby.’
I couldn’t say anything. I felt beaten down and frightened,  but confused about my love for Master. He knows what’s best for me… he loves me !  He is my Master.

Avery appeared with drinks for Zack and himself, then told me to get in the house and lay down in the living room, spread-eageled, so they could look at my wet pussy as they drank their whisky.

‘Hey, whore, we have a special day tomorrow, you’re gonna love it.  A few friends of mine are coming over for a party.. a fuck-party !  It’ll be fun !’
‘Yes, Master.’
‘They don’t believe me when I tell them I have my own personal sex-slave, who will do anything I want.  So—you shall show them your love for Master in servicing them. They have to see  for themselves  that I’m right, that I own you.’
‘Yes, Master.’

‘Zack, she loves giving it up, can’t help it ! Go lick that pussy until she’s powerless to you.  go make her cum for you now,  she’ll do it for you because I  tell her to…. and because she’s a fucking cock-whore.  Isn’t that right, whore?’’
‘Yes, Master.’

‘Damn right, you fucking slut.’

 ‘Hey, dude, I gotta go.’
‘Hey, come on now,  you gonna pass up the chance of having the pussy surrender to you ?’
‘Well no, I guess not.’
So he lifted my ass from the floor, twirling and finessing his tongue until I was quivering.
Avery knelt down, watching intently until I was almost beyond control, then finally commanded me to cum for Zack.  It was wonderfully  glorious… he sure had the touch!

Then Avery told Zack to back off, and stradled me to force-feed his cock down my throat,  in a violent throat-fuck.
‘Yes, yes, you fucking whore, who’s your fucking Master !’
“You are my Master, my Master, you are.’
‘Fucking right I am.

He rose from the floor, telling me to stay down, as he saw Zack to the door.  I caught Zack’s eye for a moment as he was leaving, and I knew what it meant, somehow.

………………………….. ©2015 Quinn _____ a continuation to conclusion  is forthcoming.

●Christmas Day (femdom fiction)

                                         © K.Quinn 2014

The presents had been opened, the photos taken, and the anticipated holiday dinner was minutes from serving when the telephone rang– probably your brother, whose  incoming  flight  had  been delayed.

“Come  pick  me  up  at  the airport.”

“What ? Who is. . . are you insane,  calling me  at home on Christmas ??  My whole family  is here!” You had lowered your voice to a near-whisper and turned away from the room.
All eyes were upon you. . your lovely but difficult wife, your  mother, the 2 children, and the in-laws,  including  your 20-year old  sister-in-law,  hot as hell– whose intense stare now was unsettling.

“Tell  them  all  Merry  Christmas  then.    Come  pick  me  up.    Now.”
“I  can’t !   Christmas  dinner  is  being  served.  Call  me  back  in 2 hours.”
No.   I know what you’re hungry for,  and I  have it.   It’s  ready and waiting for you.
If  you don’t come here,  I  will come there, to  your home.  Don’t forget  that  I  know  where you live.   I  think  you  know  that  I  would   do it.  So  what’s  it  going  to  be,  sweetie?”

And you did know that— it was likely no idle threat.  Backing up that belief was your  awareness  of her  enjoyment–and expertise–in administering  mental  torture.
Although the ‘torture’ was by consent,  and so very exquisite, you’d seen in her a glimpse of something wild, unpredictable and extreme,  bordering on dangerous perhaps,  yet compelling. And now, just recalling the previous meeting,  any aspect of it,  made  your cock tingle, then  involuntarily  harden,  like  a ‘zero-to-sixty-in-four-seconds’. It  was  now  starting  to   throb,  damp  at  the head.   Oh,  hell !

“Who is that on the phone, honey?” your wife said, with a pleasant expression, for display to the others. You knew what she was thinking. You heard a disturbing laugh  through  the  open  phone line, and with your back still turned to the room to hide your massive hard-on,  you made a show of straightening some papers in a business-like manner. You could hardly think  straight,  or  at  all– this  was  not  going  to  be  easy;  no  sir.

“It’s Bill from the warehouse.  There’s been a break-in and the police are waiting for me to make the report and secure the property.  Bill isn’t a supervisor, they need one  to handle  this.  On Christmas  Day — I  can’t believe  this  crap . . dammit !’

“Language,  dear, it’s Christmas.” your mother said,  with her usual air of disapproval.
‘Sorry,  Mom, and  sorry, dear, but  I  have  to  do  this. The dinner looks just  wonderful,
go  ahead  without  me,  save  me  a  plate.  The  sooner  I  go,  the  sooner  I’m  back.’

The phone line was open still and she heard your fib, laughing as you played it out by saying “I’ll be there shortly, Bill“, and still laughing as you clicked off.  You gathered your things  quickly  and leaned to kiss your wife on her cheek,  as she flinched  ever-so-slightly.  With  quick  good-byes  to  all  you  were  out  the door.

In the car you felt a flush of shameful guilt, lying to your family and especially on Christmas,  and how it came so easily this time.  But the train had left the station, so to speak, and the only thing  in your head now was how quickly you could get to  the  airport  to  be with  her,  with your cock leading the way.

In the 30 minute drive to the Birmingham  airport you fought the urge to pull to the side of  the freeway to jack off — your cock was huge and hard, throbbing with a life of  its own.  Compelled to touch it  several times, with its begging for a release, you visualized her disapproval and its consequences  if you did not keep it  all for her.
It was  always  all  for  her—as it  should  be.

You  were  grateful  for  her. She was proof of the adage that peoples’ paths may cross for a reason, perhaps a predetermined  purpose.  You  were  ambivalent  and confused at times by your deep need, yet still driven for fulfillment of it.  She was the only one ever to fully recognize and embrace it– her aim was perfect.  And  that  is  why  you  would  do anything for  her,  anything,  whatever she asked, or more  precisely–demanded. It  was  your  joy.  She  had  cast  her  spell.

On arrival to the front of the airport you spotted her immediately and your  stomach  flip-flopped with  frenzied  butterflies.   As you exited the car to get her  carry-on, you saw your brother waiting for a ride not 30 feet away!  Oh  god  no — you  turned  your head  quickly  but  were  recognized.
“Benny!  HEY — BENNY!”  You  couldn’t  ignore  that.   A  wave  of  adrenaline  rushed  in   you   from  being  seen  with  her;  discovered.

‘My fucking flight was stuck in fucking Cleveland forever.  How’d you  know  I was waiting  for  a  ride?  I  didn’t  call  the  house, I  decided  to  surprize  y’all.’’
But with your panicky demeanor and her close enough to you with an amused expression,  your  brother  quickly  put  two and  two  together.  He  pulled  you  aside.

“Oh Benny –- on Christmas, for chrissakes?”  But  he  knew  of the constant tension and  denial  at home, and  was  not  entirely  surprized  now.  You said quietly :
“Bobby, please, please,  keep this  our  secret.   I’ll fill you in later,  I’ll be  home in a few hours.”

“Ok, dude,  won’t  say  a word,  but  you  owe  me  big.”  Stepping  forward,  he  extended his  hand  to  her  for  a  shake,  introducing  himself  with  a  grin.
“Y’all  have  a  good  time  now !  Merry  Christmas!”   You  glared  at  him.

As you and she began walking to the car, she burst out with the laughter she’d been holding in.  It wasn’t funny to you though, not yet.  Your nerves were frazzled.
As soon as  she  was  in  the  car,  her  mood  changed.

“Ok,  mister–listen  up.  You  know  what   this  is  about.  It’s  all  about  me.  Me  and  just  me –and  whatever  my  whims  may  be.  You  will  do  all  that  I  tell  you.  And  now– you  will  take  us  to  the  Tutwiler  Hotel,  where I  have  a suite  reserved  in  your  name.”

“Yes,  ma’am.”  Hearing  her  boss  you  around  made  your  cock  twitch  and  grow.
“Good  boy.”

Now in the privacy of the car you drank in her appearance–dressed like a floozy, as the old expression goes.  She wore a tight lowcut red top, surprisingly with a pattern of cartoony dancing snowflakes, for Christmas; a short black skirt that hiked up deliciously close to her pussy when she sat, and of course, black thigh-length high-heeled boots.
She had the look of an above-average hotel-bar hooker. Your cock throbbed happily in approval.

Although she was looking out the window, she knew you were staring,  and slowly pushed her skirt up the 2 inches to reveal that she wore no panties. She spread her  legs  slightly,  and  turned  to  bestow a  bright  smile  to  your  stare.

At check-in at the Tutwiler for the suite, reserved as  Mr & Mrs,  you didn’t have enough cash and had to use your credit card–a panic, the wife–but that worry quickly left your head, for now anyway. In your anticipation you could barely make your signature or respond to the banal pleasantries of the reservations desk clerk.
You didn’t notice the subtle  knowing expression and slightly raised eyebrow of the clerk. She did, however, and she turned her head back to flash a disarming smile to him, watching them on their  walk to  the elevator– and  who  the  hell was  he  to  judge  them,  anyway?

Once in the sprawling suite of the charming old hotel she ordered you to the bedroom, to get naked and ‘assume the position’ on the bed, arms over your head, and to wait for  her;  waiting to be restrained.
A strict order was given not to touch yourself.  She phoned the room service for bottled water, sodas  and Apricot Ale from the West Coast. Then she sent a text message from her cell and  made  herself  comfortable. . . waiting.  And  you  waited.

Room service was almost instant and that pleased her. The teenage delivery boy appeared uncomfortable in his starched white coat, but brightened noticeably  when he lifted his eyes and  saw her. At his young age he was not yet skilled at controlling certain outward reactions, and stared openly with a leering, happy smile at her barely-covered body. He stared first at her breasts in the tight low-cut top,  then lingered  at her crotch,  the short skirt barely covering it.  He  felt  his  private  parts  tingling,  then  quickly expand.

You heard the doorknock and moving-around sounds, but no one was talking—what’s going on out there? you wondered, and more importantly, when is she coming to me? Then you heard her speak, only the one  sentence  and again you  wondered–what the hell is happening out there?

“Go ahead,  look all you like,  there’s no shame in that.”

As she turned to reach for her bag,  to tip him,  the upwards  crawl of the skirt  hem  in  the back caused the boy to grunt involuntarily.  She laughed as she stood close before him, enjoying her intentional arousal of him,  and pressed  a twenty into his hand.
She didn’t move away and he looked down at her ripe cleavage, so tempting.  As he so much wanted to, he knew it was wrong  to just grab.  His mind was cranked up loud and racing.  . . I can tell  how much she wants me!   Somehow she knew it would be me on Room Service tonight.  She wants me so bad, I know it. I should  give her  some  of  this. . . as  his  hand went to his crotch.  He wondered if she was a call girl,  or just a whore– but  he  didn’t  care.

“Thank  you,  ma’am”  were  his  only  words,  as  he  reluctantly  departed.

Oh,  I sure love teasing those young boys,  so fresh and cute,  but they need a dam road map, she giggled to herself. The truth was that it had amplified her simmering desires into a growing heat and pressing  urge that needed  addressing,  and  soon.

She entered the bedroom to verify you had obeyed her orders, but she knew there would  be no question of it. Your cock had  been various degrees of hard  since she’d phoned your house. Seeing her now, as you laid naked, eager to serve her whims and desires, gave your cock a fresh energy, solid and pointing straight up.  Your breath quickened,  as she knew it would.

“Such a good boy you are today!  I am pleased”, she said.
You beamed a smile as  she  extracted  the necessary  items from  her  large  bag.

“Sit up for a minute”, she ordered. She situated a small tarp over the pillow, then down the length of the bed, towels fetched from the bathroom were placed over it.  She told you to lay down again, and ’Assume The Postion’, as she expertly fastened her soft ropes onto the bedframe.  You quivered with delight as she looped the slipknots over one wrist, then the  other, with  a carbiner joining  the tightened loops.  Your  cock  visibly  throbbed  and  pulsed.  That  pleased  her, and  pleasing  her made you  happy–and  horny: ‘a win-win’.

She completed the restraint by slipknotting each ankle with the short ropes so that your legs were spread wide. Her quick handiwork was finished off by sliding a pillow under your ass. While  in the neighborhood  she swirled  her  index  finger around  the  tip  of  your  cock—but  only  for  a  moment,  a  tiny  torment.

As she looked you in the eyes, your adoration mixed with urgent lust was obvious. She lifted the skirt to slide her fingers down her pussy, never breaking her gaze. I’d better stop, she said to herself,  I don’t want to cum just yet.  But she loved teasing you, stirring the delicious cravings, flexing her power.  She sat in a chair to remove the boots, legs  spread.  You  moaned.

There was a knocking at the door and she hurried from the room.  Now your curiosity was  really piqued, as you heard mumblings of a conversation too muted to follow.          .

“So Leah—you up for this?  Yeah,  I thought you would be, that’s why I called you.”       .
She twisted open an Apricot Ale for each of them, slugging down most of hers  without  pause.
“Drink up, Leah. This is the same basic thing as the threesome  that time in Mobile, with  a few twists.  This is special for him, for me too.”
She  proceeded  to  outline  her  instructions,  with  details  of  the  specifics.

What the hell is going on out there? you wondered.  Who is she talking to now?  It was just  like her to make you wait, she was good at that ! You had to concentrate on keeping some kind of control over your thoughts, and thus your cock, so you wouldn’t shoot your load right now. Being restrained now was an ongoing, increasing excitement in itself, and the awareness of her in the next room, pantiless, just about drove you crazy with anticipation.  All those many times you’d thought of her, wishing and aching  for  her  presence, her  control, were  about  to  be realized !

 They sat back on the plush sofa as she popped another two beers. She explained how things were to be done.  Leah couldn’t take her eyes off her friend’s skirt,  hiked up by sitting and displaying a view of her treasure. She slid her hand up the inner thigh and got a rush when discovering her so hot and wet.  Oh yes!  It had been too long since that wonderful last time with her domme. Leah was already feeling giddy from the drink, her usual self-doubt pushed back.  She slid two fingers into her friend’s damp pussy and pressed on the clit  with her thumb and felt it stiffen. . . yes!

“Leah. . don’t”. . but oh god that felt so good,  I could cum this instant  but  I want  to save it for Ben, she said to herself.  “Just hang on, you’re here for a purpose, and it’s time.”     .
Leah grudgingly stopped, but made a show of sucking her fingers, wet with the  juices.  Leah was a great girl, she thought, sort of shy but once she got going, very focused  and dedicated. The man from the threesome in Mobile tried for months to hook up with her again,  just her.  Yes,  this  is going  to  be an excellent  time  for  all,  she  said  to  herself.

“Ready?  Remember  what  I’ve  told  you  about  what  we’re  going  to  do  here.”
In a calculated move to spark Leah’s enthusiasm, she whispered something  close to her ear,  then kissed her, slipping her hand up Leah’s skirt to tickle her pussy. Leah moaned but  was told  to be silent with a hard pinch to her nipples.
“Ok,  it’s  showtime!”

“Here’s my good boy, Ben.  Ben, this is Leah, she’ll be assisting me this evening.  Actually, she’s in  my service,  and she does  as told  by me,  just like you.  Isn’t that right, Leah?’      .
‘Yes,  ma’am”.
‘Good  then,  it’s understood that  I  am  in  charge.  Tell  Ben  why  you’re  here.”
‘Hi, Ben, nice to meet you. She told me to suck your cock.  I will be sucking  your  cock’, she  said,  smiling,  eyeing  its  stiffness  throbbing  in  readiness.

You had the biggest smile. “Great!  That’s great!” You glanced over to Her, the Boss–who also  had  a  genuine  smile.
‘Actually,  Leah here likes girls and wants to do me right now,  isn’t that  right,  Leah?’
“Yes,  ma’am.”

‘She’s really quite talented in that way. I’m thinking of letting her do me and letting you  watch –no–making  you watch.  Maybe that’s all it will be tonight.  You crave the  denial,  you  need  its agony.  What  better way  to  deny  you  what  you  crave?”
You  said  nothing,  but  she  saw  the  anguished  panic in  your eyes.

She popped another Apricot Ale as she made her way over to stand close to you.
She slugged down a good portion of the bottle quickly.

“You know what beer does to me, don’t you ?” she said, grinning. “You know what happens,  don’t  you?” she said,  leaning over your  restrained body,  face to face.
Yes,  you did  know, and quivered  in anticipation.

She kissed you in an unexpected sensually intense way – a long make-out kiss!  You felt her breath quicken as you returned the  passion. She  licked  your  neck, nibbling  a  bit. Oh  god, you  wanted  her  so  badly,  and  right  now!

She pulled back, surprized with herself for momentarily loosening her self-control in such a display of pure affection. But dam!  he looked so yummy and tempting in his restraints.  Seeing  anyone  in  restraints just did something  to her, made  her  blood  hot,  but none  more  than  her  good  boy.

“Leah, come over her and let  Benny have a good look at you.  Take off your clothes.  Now.’
“Yes, ma’am.” She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing modest, firm breasts with spiderweb  tattoos around the nipples. The unbuttoned short skirt dropped to the floor;  she  was  naked. She turned around and bent over to grasp her ankles, as directed.  Oh yes indeed,  you said to yourself, I’d  take  that  ass  in  a  hot  second. . .

“Lovely, isn’t she? And she will do anything I tell her to do. A total slut !” She laughed, trailing her fingers up your inner thighs, delighting in seeing your cock twitch.  You couldn’t  help  but  squirm.

“My turn now”, she said, pulling off her dancing-snowflake sweater, freeing her glorious full  breasts, the nipples hard pebbles.  On command  Leah  sucked  the nipples, then removed  the mini skirt,  leaving the Boss naked,  but for the black thigh-high stockings. . . oh god  yes !

She leaned over you again for another kiss.  It was obvious to you she was  highly aroused.  You had never seen her like this before and it fueled your desire and craving for her to an almost unbearable level.  You felt in danger of  shooting  your  load  at  any  moment.
She straddled you, putting her breasts to your face and mouth. You licked, then lightly bit her nipples, giving her a slight jolt.  You could feel the wetness of  her  bare  pussy. . .oh god . .

“My good boy–make no mistake, you are here to satisfy my whims, whatever they may be. You are my plaything.  And you shall not cum until  I allow it—IF  I allow it.  Failure to comply will bring onsequences.  You obey me.  Is  that  understood ?”
“Yes,  ma’am,  yes.”
“Good boy.  Now look  me in the eyes and  don’t stop  until  I  stop.  Leah,  you  get down between his legs and  suck  his  big  fat  lovely  cock   for me.”
Leah  eagerly  complied  with   her  order.

She intensely held your gaze as Leah’s mouth and tongue made contact with your rigid cock. She saw your eyes widen as you struggled to keep from closing them in your ecstasy. She laughed at your squirming when Leah took you deep throat and held you there.
You had never ever had to concentrate so hard on your self-control—your cum was boiling inside your  balls and cock, demanding release.  As strong as that urge was, stronger was  your  absolute  need  to  obey  her, to  please  her.  You  lived  to  please  her.

Indeed, Leah was focused and dedicated in her cocksucking.  Although she preferred pussy she did enjoy a mouthful of cock now and then. She enjoyed teasing the men at the Boss’ direction, and purposely tried to get the cock to surrender to her talents, when they were ordered against cumming. She did things with her tongue they didn’t know could be done. She kept on without even a pause to catch her breath after an especially long deep throat,  and not once did she gag—quite talented, that girl !

“I’ll be right back, Benny-boy. Remember—don’t go anywhere!’ she  said, laughing at  her  favorite  joke.  No, it  never got  old.
‘Leah, keep at it until  told to stop. You’re doing an excellent job, my little slut slave.’  

‘Yes, ma’am,  thank you, ma’am.”      .

She returned with iced soda and bottled water.  She stuck a bendy-straw into a soda and held it to your lips.  Just the thing! . . you were parched, sweating since  your arrival.
After gulping down the remainder of her third beer,  she produced a  small  ladylike  burp  and laughed.  She felt deliciously buzzed  and  horny—it  was time to get what she wanted.

“Leah, take a break from being a cocksucker. What I want you to do now is to make a little show  for us.  Go get your vibrator from your bag,  then stand next to my boy  Ben and ‘jack off’ for us.’

In an odd way you were glad for the break of cocksucking—delicious as it was, it was a strenuous drain on your self-control.
‘Leah, you know the rule–no cumming until I say so. And as for you, Good Boy Ben, you  know  what  I  want ‘–as  she straddled  your  face–‘ give it to me.  Now.’

Oh god god yes, at last!  You twirled your tongue around her steaming clit, then pointed your tongue inside her as far as it would go. She steadied herself by circling your
restrained wrists, moaning loudly.  Almost immediately she came, involuntarily screaming, grinding herself deep into your face.  You didn’t let up, you were in heaven.  She came a second time  as forcefully as the first,  her juices wetting your face.

‘Good boy!  My good boy, so obedient–you please me.’  She whispered something  close to your ear, that drew a huge smile from you and her both.                 .

Breathing heavily, she told Leah she could cum now.  Leah was so aroused by seeing her  domme cum that her own was instant–and quite vocal for a shy girl! She began pursuit of  a second orgasm, oblivious to being watched  in her determined focus.

‘Ok, Big Boy, let’s see how obedient you are.  Make me cum again–I seem to really like it!’,  she laughed.
It was no ‘duty’ but your exquisite pleasure to give her what she wanted–what she needed –from you.  You slowly licked the length of her wet pussy, bottom  to top, with teasing tongue punctuation to her clit.  She laced her fingers with yours, moaning as she  pressed into your tongue.  You knew a third orgasm wouldn’t be as quick as the others, and delighted in leisurely teasing her clit.   Who was in control now?  you said to yourself.

‘Give it to me’  she demanded.  Your response of  ‘mmmm’  seemed to send her into a frenzy, but it was your control of your tongue that determined what she got. Her legs were now noticeably squeezing you as she ground into your face, her pussy searching for the tongue.  Again you licked her length, with a light touch that had a more fine-tuned effect than heavy  pressure, then very lightly bit her clit.   That opened the door for the trip down that road to her goal.

‘Oh god  yes, yes’ she moaned, and you continued your plan, twirling your tongue around,  then on her clit. She was close, so ready. You worked your tongue inside her again, to fuck her with it. She shuddered and screamed, grasping your hands tightly and grinding  into you, as  she came  long and strong  once again.

You still had to mind your own arousal–you almost shot your load as she came  that time! –but you knew she had plans for your cock’s constant hard-on.

She caught her breath, laughing a little. “Dam! you’re good !’  She took a drink of water then held the bottle to your lips.  She pulled herself back, now straddling your waist, still breathing hard. Her cum mixed with your saliva trickled down your sides, tickling you. She scooted down between the V of your legs to give attention  to your very stiff cock.

‘Look at me.’  She  held  your gaze  intensely as  she  slowly  licked  your cock  from  balls to  tip, ingering at the ‘sweet spot’ just below the head.  She held it with both hands, partly  to steady it from its jerking around—that thing with a mind of its own!
She  continued on, impressed at your ability to maintain a hard-on continuously for more than an hour without losing control of the cum.

“Hear me—you  are  not  to  cum  unless  I  give  permission. ‘
‘Yes, ma’am.’
She got to her knees and now positioned herself over your pointed cock, all the while  keeping locked in eye contact. She lowered her  cum-slick pussy onto you,  just enough to give the head a peek inside, then withdrew. Then again, and again. You moaned at the cruel agony—how much more could you bear !                                                           .
‘You know,  Ben,  I  drank 3  bottles  of  ale–you  know  what  that  does,  don’t  you?’
She didn’t wait for a response. “Yes, you do know.’
She walked forward on her knees, centering herself over your mouth.    .                            .

‘My Good Boy– here’s your  reward  for being my best Good Boy.’                 .
She  released  her  hot  piss  in  a  vigorous  stream  to  your  face,  your waiting mouth.

Oh my fucking god ! yes, yes yes !  you said to yourself.  With the amount of liquid she’d drunk, intentionally, for you–the glorious hot piss seemed to keep coming and coming as you caught all you could into your mouth.  You were in absolute heaven, with  your  cock now  seriously twitching, craving release.

It greatly gratified her to provide that special thing you craved–that you needed–that no one else could deliver for you. Likewise, you provided her a unique and specific feeling of purpose and complete pleasure and ecstacy that no other could give her.  The others were merely clients, this was different.
She had realized that she needed you as much as you needed her. She had always known it on some level 
but until now would not admit it to herself.
And she would not admit it to you, although you  had  already  guessed it.

She held the water to your mouth again. ‘Rinse and swallow’, she commanded, releasing your ankles from the restraints. On her way to release your wrists she paused to lick your pointed cock again–up, down, and up again– then teasing the sweet spot with a light tickle of her tongue . . I might finally lose it right now, you said to yourself.    .
She climbed onto you and slithered up until face to face with you.
She took a towel to  your face and neck  and dried  the piss.  She leaned over,  her boobs in your face,  to release your wrists from the ropes. With your hands now yours again, you grasped her ass to push her center down to your cock.                                                 .

‘Fuck me!  Now!’ she demanded. Oh  you were going to fuck her, allright, but good!
“Roll me’, she whispered.

But you had already begun the roll-over, so that you would  be on top.
She was relinquishing her control–as much as she was able to–and she was about to get some of what she gave.

You pinned her wrists down and slid your cock along her pussy, purposely avoiding her  clit.  She was practically whimpering, all but begging  for your cock.  You continued on,  now in control of her, and surprizing yourself with your control of your cock, after the earlier  incidents of nearly blowing your load.

You slid the very tip of it into her steaming pussy then withdrew, intentionally teasing her by the same method she had used.
‘Tell me.’                                              .

‘Fuck me.  Now!’
‘Say it.’
‘Please Ben– fuck me. Fuck me !  Please give me your cock !  Please!   I need it !’

She was now just a woman, not the Boss or domme–her control broken now—just a woman begging to be fucked.  That made taking it especially sweet.  You teased her just  a  little more, until she  was  almost  frantic.
You plunged deep into her at last,  the glorious rightful home to your cock. . . omg yes yes  thank you  yes  yes. . .

‘I want your cum NOW, give it to me NOW,‘ she demanded, frantic in her lust and only  moments before surrendering to her fourth orgasm. You could let it go now at last, for her. . ..oh good god YES yes YES. . . a huge rush of  hot cum  exploded,  then more, and more.  Never  had  you ever  had  such an  intense  and  completely satisfying  reward  to the wait.
You  had  captured and  claimed  her.


Afterwards in the shower she was downright playful, laughing, playing with your cock and the soap. Leah joined them and got a delightful finger-fuck from her Boss as thanks for her participation. (She would remain in the paid-for room to service one of her clients, a  john who’d agreed to pay extra because it was  Christmas.).

Once in the car enroute back to the airport she began re-assembling the scattered parts of her domme persona, but not before telling you that you were her only client that she would cock-suck or fuck, or even allow to cum–and  the  only  one  she  wanted  to kiss.   

‘My best Good Boy. Merry Christmas.’ She smiled as she left the car and walked into the terminal without looking back.


 …………  Birmingham,  Alabama


● Pavillion {fiction}


 A dedicated submissive’s love of  ‘watersports’                               ………………………………………………..                                                              concord pavillion

We’re on our way to the Concord Pavillion for the George Thorogood concert. I’m so excited about it, practically bouncing in my seat. You’ve been smiling to yourself,  as if  enjoying a private joke.

‘Thank you Sir, for bringing me’.
‘You’re welcome, whore.. now raise your skirt to your hips and spread your legs, and stay that way until it’s time to get out of my truck’.
‘Yes, Sir, as you wish’.

 After all our time together I still get such  a thrill from you looking at me as a nasty sexual object — I love to know that  I am your whore.  Yours,  and only yours.

At a red light, you reach over and quickly finger-fuck me, hard and fast.
‘Thank you, Master!’
‘You are with me for my use and pleasure, and my pleasure is in using you,don’t forget it!’
‘Yes Master. Your pleasure is my pleasure.’

After you have parked in a far end of the venue’s lot, you command me to suck your cock before we head to the concert. You pop open a beer and take a few good slugs and lean back towards your open window, waiting.
You say nothing.  I know the drill– I pull up my top, scooting over to unzip you. Your most glorious cock pops out, already pointing up, as I lower my mouth to it. I love your cock and  feel privileged that it is mine to pleasure, whenever you demand it—which is often.

I tease the head lightly with my tongue, swirling it around and licking your cum hole until the drop appears. You are moaning, starting to thrust. I slide my tongue all the way down and back up, slowly, then stop. You hook your free hand under my chin, raising my face so I am looking in your eyes.

‘Whore–sit up a moment.’
When I do you tell me to chug the rest of your beer without stopping. I do as told then belch, just like a guy, giggling. You pop another cold one, pinching  my exposed nipples as I chug down most of the beer. You finish off the can then shove my head down, back to my duty.  I’m feeling floaty and giddy.. I want to climb onto your cock!

‘Suck it, slut. .  .do your job!’
I’ve positioned myself so I can take you deeper without much gagging.. I squeeze the base of your cock while intentionally coughing a few times, to constrict on the head. You quickly pull me off and squirt your cum vigorously over my bare breasts, so hot and gooey, while vocalizing loudly.
‘Leave my cum as it is–do not clean yourself off– I want you marked as my property.’
‘Yes Sir.’

I hear laughter close by. I see we have an audience! Three young men walking  into the concert had observed our activity, happily looking on from a prime vantage point on a slight rise above the front of the truck.
‘Hey man, can I be next.. . my buddies too?’  More laughter…but they were not leaving.   Two  of them were rubbing their crotches.

‘Yeah, she’d love it, she’s a whore alright–but she’s mine. I own her ass. Isn’t that right, slut?‘
‘Yes Master’.

The men appeared to be in awe of what they had heard.  They seemed displaced, looking at one another for a moment before ducking behind some trees to relieve their obvious arousal, one stroking his exposed cock before even reaching privacy . We both laughed.
You spit on your finger and tease my clit — I instantly raise myself to your hand. But you stop the tease, giving me ‘the look’. I know that look and quickly set to licking your cock clean.

‘Good Girl ! Such a good whore.’
‘Thank you, Master !’

We quickly make history of  another beer, then you tell me to cover up my slut ass,  and order me to exit the truck by crawling hands-and-knees over you.
Once inside the Pavillion you get us each of us a beer  and we locate a spot at the front edge of the far right end of the lawn– so far over that we have a partial view into the backstage wing. I think I see George Thorogood !
The beer drunk in the truck has caught up with me.

‘Sir, I need to piss.’ You don’t respond,  but just  smile.
‘Master  please, permission to piss?’   I begin to stand.

‘Raise up your skirt and piss where you are sitting, here on the grass.  Do it.’

‘Thank you Master, for permission.’  Instantly I realize you had planned this.  Actually I am embarrassed, mortified.. but I have to go!   We watch my copious piss roll down the grass, some  of it pooling on the concrete edging of the lawn.   It is almost dark and those closest to us have their attention elsewhere.
And now you have to piss as well.  You get to your knees and lean in like you are going to kiss me…a cover for you aiming your hot piss directly to my pussy.

‘You deserve to be pissed on, whore!’ you  whisper, and lightly bite my neck as your cock streams your beautiful hot piss on me.
I’m going to need to cum, and real soon ! 
‘Oh god, thank you Master, thank you!’
I whisper.
‘Now drink down that beer, slut, because you will be pissing for me again.’                                                 ————————————————————–

The concert is underway at last. As the lights are dimmed and  George Thorogood is spotlit  to near-deafening cheers– you command that I suck your cock. I wish you would allow me to simply enjoy the music–you know how much I like George.  {Maybe you forgot the saying. . .  ‘a happy sub makes a happy Master’}

But you are Master and my function and joyful duty is to please and pleasure you, in whatever ways you may want or demand at any time. I unzip over your bulge and free your cock again, your impressive beautiful cock.  Our location provides a reasonable privacy, although should someone look over,  they could likely see what is happening. That is not my concern.

You’re going to be a busy little whore tonight—I took a Viagra.  So suck it good  to get me off  again, and  hurry  up  about it.  Do  as  you’re  told.  Now.’
‘Yes Sir, Master—thank you for your cock, Master.’
‘Get busy.  That’s what you’re here for, do your job.’

I set to my task. I love your cock beyond words, and I can hear the music even if I can’t see George at the moment. I tease the head  as you like, then deep throat you and hold it. You hold my head and begin to thrust in an enthusiastic mouthfuck.  Then you push me off quickly, so that you can watch your cum shoot out in an impressive arc.

You have always been fascinated with seeing your cum, and why not? It is lovely to see, certainly, and there is plenty of it !  You have more cum than any man I’ve ever fucked or blown!  You have such a smile, watching it.  It is my reward to know that  I made you cum, that  I have brought you pleasure!  I get to work  finishing up,  licking your cock clean.
‘Good Girl, good job, slut.  Now get back to work, suck me off again.’

‘Yes Master.” {Geez Louise, this is going to be a long night !}
After  that  round of cocksucking, no cum this time,  I advise you that I need to piss again from the beer, and ask your permission. You say nothing, but you need  to let it loose  as well, and you grasp my wrist, leading me up the grass hill to the concourse level where the restrooms are.
The building is at the far end, directly above where we had been sitting. I’m  ordered to the side of it,  a  space about  five feet wide with a chain-link fence at the property border.

‘Lift your skirt and squat, whore. Piss for me here. Now.’
I’m buzzed enough to not give reign to my embarrassment like before, and
I really have to go bad. I do as  I’m told.

‘Good Girl. Such an obedient whore! You like to be humiliated, you need it, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir’, I mumble.   
I don’t like to think of myself like that, but he is right, of course. He is my Master and knows what I need– which might not always be the same things as what I may want.
‘You  please me in taking your humiliation like a big girl, you want nothing more than to please me with your total obedient submission to  whatever I want. Good!   You know  I’d never demand that you serve me in any way that would harm you– because how would that benefit me?’

‘Thank you, Master!’  I feel warm and sparkly inside, that he said he was pleased.
I know that  I please him with any service I give to him, but he doesn’t say it a lot. I think it is because he wants to  keep me on my toes, so that I will continue to strive for  perfection in my submissive service to him.

‘Now my fun  starts. Assume the position.’
I face the wall with head bowed, waiting to be handcuffed. After cuffing one wrist you pull me back to the chain link fence, securing the other cuff to it, in addition to my wrist.  I am ordered to spread my legs as you raise my skirt to my waist, exposing me naked.

‘Yes, now my fun begins, such  fun to use and humiliate you in public, where anyone might see you,  like the dirty whore you are.  I think you want to be seen. You will thank me for it.’
‘Yes, Master,  anything to please you, Master.’
You free your still-erect cock and stand close in front of me, pissing onto my exposed pussy.. The hot  liquid  running down my legs feels glorious. . oh  god  god  yes, yes, yes. 
‘Cum for me. Now. Cum!’

You know me so well, certain that would push me to the edge, and I am thankful your whim was not to deny me, as I don’t think verbal denial could have stopped me !  I moan in heavenly ecstasy of cumming as you continue to piss, then leave me dripping.
‘Now don’t go anywhere!’ you say, laughing, and disappear around the building’s corner.
You duck into the men’s restroom, scanning the room to find what you want. Your target is spotted, a handsome young man beginning to unzip his fly at a urinal. You quickly state your unusual proposition, to which he enthusiastically agrees.  His two buddies  have overheard and want in as well–-all the better, you tell them. The group  exits the room and rounds the corner where I am handcuffed to the fence, exposed, wet,  my skirt bunched at the waist.

The three men are highly excited at what they see and what it means for them—they can hardly believe their right-time-right-place  good fortune !  I was  very  excited  as  well as I quickly  realized  what  their  presence  meant.
‘There she is–my piss-whore. She gets off on men pissing on her, so go for it, guys!’

One man was already pissing on my legs and pussy, with the second man joining in quickly, muttering ‘oh  yeah, yeah,  shit  yeah’.
Their piss was strong and copious after serious beer-drinking and the sounds they made were animalistic grunts, like sounds made when cumming; they were deep in their debauchery. I  loved watching  their cocks unload on me–the sight of piss from any cock  just gets me so hot!   No man other than Master had ever pissed on me,  but Master knows my heart,  he knows that I would revel in any man’s piss in my own debauchery.

So  yes, I  am  a  piss-whore !

The man first approached was standing back, waiting for his friends to finish up. When they were done, he came at me with his cock out and ready, positioning himself very close, directly in front of me.  He whispered ‘Who’s your daddy, who’s the best?’ as he aimed his cock to my pussy and flew a vigorous stream of hot piss right to my clit. Oh my god. . I looked over to you, observing from a short distance. You gave me a nod of approval, signaling that it was permissible for me to cum.

And  . .did I ever ! That really excited the man and he whispered intimately –’I’d love to piss on you every day, then fuck you endlessly…you’d be begging me for my cock and piss ! You would beg me, on your knees!’. ..{yes, I bet I would !}
You could hear what he said and as soon as his piss was spent you told him —‘ok, you’re done here, time to go.’  The three men were still animated, excited, reluctant to put their cocks back behind zippers, laughing among themselves as they headed out.  I heard one of them refer to me as  ‘the whore’.

The one who considered himself the best  held back from the exit, and held my gaze as he stroked his stiff cock to jack off his load into the dark corner.. He smiled at me and winked,  then stared at my wet pussy  as he finally tucked his glory back into his pants and left.  He had a  good bragging tale  now  to  tell  other guys, who  most likely would not believe him.

You were laughing as you unlatched the handcuffs from the fence  and refastened them behind my back to guide me to the darkest far back corner of the space. You positioned me against the wall, ordering me to spread my legs. You slid your cock up and down my pussy, still slick with piss, giving attention to pausing at my clit. I was trembling.

‘You’ve been a Good Girl tonight, a very Good Girl for me, and here is your reward, whore.  Now tell me what I want to hear… ‘ as you shoved your hot  stiff cock deep in to me,  with the force and authority that is your right as Master.

‘Thank you, thank you, Master. I love your cock,  I need your cock,  I want your cock, thank you for your cock, Master.’
‘And. . . ?’ {You are fucking me.}
 ‘May I have your cum, Sir? Please ! I want it, I need it ! Thank you for your cock, Master !’

‘And. . . ? What are you, say  what  I want to hear..’ . .You continue to fuck me deep, now harder and faster.
‘I am your piss-whore  and  your cock-whore, Master.’

‘Yes,  you are, and  you’re  all mine.  My  fuckhole whore.’
Your hands are on my ass for leverage as you fuck me hard and fast, ferociously fucking your piss-covered whore  until your hot  sweet  load erupts  in me, spilling out from the copious amount.
I can’t wait for permission to cum, I am beyond control, helpless, trembling and shaking, and my pussy grabs your cock as tight as a fist as I feel my gush.  I’m in heaven! 

‘Good Girl,  Good Girl–my  best  nasty Good Girl.’
‘Thank you, Master !’

As I came back to earth, I saw that a group of about 9 or 10 men had gathered by the entrance to the side space, quietly staring in disbelief at what they had just witnessed.


…… ⇒ ⇒  The following story  “Boy’s Night Out’  is a sequel to ‘Pavillion 

●Boys’ Night Out {fiction.}

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You have me blindfolded and naked outside at night and I don’t know where I am.  It  has been  a  long day  of intense  play  for me,  for us,  at the  Pavillion  concert,  and I’m exhausted.  You  push  me  against  a wall,  kissing my neck,  squeezing my boobs.  You  tell  me  we  are  at  your  friend’s  house.

‘You did great tonight,  worshipping my cock and doing all that was demanded of you. I’m very, very pleased  with my slut, and you  have earned your reward.’
‘Thank you, Sir. Your pleasure is my pleasure !’ 

As I spoke you forced  my legs  apart with your knee.  I feel your massive hard-on through your pants as you press into me.  Then you grind your thumb on my clit, and shove three fingers into me for a slow finger-fuck.  Oh. . god!
“You like that, don’t you?  You love it that your fucked pussy is still full of my cum from earlier, don’t you ?  You’re such a dirty slut.’
‘Yes,  Sir !  Thank you,  I  do love it.  I  love your cum, Sir.’

You continue kissing me and finger-fucking me,  slowly  and  sensuously .  
“Such a cum-whore,  a slutty cum-whore and cock-whore, and  piss-whore as well.’ 
‘Yes, Sir, I can’t deny that.”  (After all, I am those things !)
You laugh as you withdraw your fingers, slick with your  cum  from an hour earlier, to lubricate my clit, then resumed  finger-fucking me and working your thumb, biting my neck now.      (Oh god, I want to climb him, I want his cock so bad, I need to cum! . . .please, please, please Sir! . .} I hook a leg around yours, for leverage, to join our bodies. . .

“There’s  plenty more cum for you tonight, slut. When I decide the  time is right I will fuck you senseless and allow you to have my cum.  After you earn it again.’
“Yes, Sir, Master.”  My need to cum is acute, making it hard to concentrate. You see that and start ramming your fingers fast and deep.

“You may cum at will, my pet.  Cum for me, show me love.  Cum.’
I explode like a bomb,  screaming oh my fucking god  oh god oh my god— a gush of cum running down my legs.
“That’s my Girl ! . . you dirty whore!   You skanky fucking slut. .  Good Girl!’  
You know I get  so hot when you call me slut, whore and pisswhore, and the rest,  it’s the same when  I’m  called your Good Girl,  so that just kept me cumming longer!  You are laughing.

As I come back to earth you instruct me to stand back to the wall, hands behind me and ankles crossed–and to not move. 
“Be perfectly still now, no movement or sound.  Understand me,  whore?’  
I nod yes. 
‘I let you have your fun,  you earned your reward tonigt, the guys at the concert pissing on you, and then I gave you my fuck-cum.  Now we start over, to earn your next reward.  That means doing whatever I demand, as always, so that I am pleased.  You know the consequences for failure to obey me or  to please me.”
I nod yes.      ( usually a whipping,  then isolation for punishment.)

Suddenly you are on me,  biting my neck again and twirling  your finger on my clit. . . and then with the tip of your cock, sliding easily in the cum all around my pussy. (Oh hell ! . . .  you sure enjoy torturing my  obedience–and self-control ! I know you are trying to make me cum again while I ‘m still throbbing down there.)
‘Oh your pussy is steaming, you hot little whore.  You cum-whore, all you want is cock and cum.  Just a fuckhole.  Isn’t that right– you fuckhole ?’  
I nod yes, smiling.

You continue sliding the wet tip of your cock over my clit–testing me hard  to be still and silent.  But my deep need to obey your authority prevails, I can’t be any other way.  I want what you want–my loving  and absolute obedience.  You are my Master.

“You’re doing very well, my little fuck slut.  I expect nothing less from you.  Good Girl.’  You put the tip of your cock to my wet pussy and press hard–oh god– but my legs are locked as ordered. Still you persist,  forcefully penetrating me about 3 inches. . .god help me !
Then suddenly you are off me , and gone. 

A few minutes later you return. “Whore, I have something for you!’
I’m startled by a rush of your hot piss directed to my clit– oh god in heaven,  I can’t bear this. You know I crave the gift of your piss and am helpless against it. Beyond the reach of my control or mind-set, my body is in charge now.  I panic,  feeling the telltale  sparkly beginning of an orgasm.  I stiffen my body to not move, and mentally gag myself for silence—it was going to happen.  Still the glorious piss keeps coming. . .and coming.

Being totally  immobile seems to drive my  involuntary response with added intensity.
I push back against the wall, imagining myself tightly bound  to it so I can not move.  That also keeps me from stumbling in my dizziness  as I cum with a force surprizing to me.  But I do not move !
If you are  watching closely  you can see the outward signs of contractions.  If so, you don’t say,  and after all,  you had not forbidden me to cum.

 “Oh what a Good Girl  piss-whore you  are!  I know that was a rough test for you.
I  am very, very  pleased !  Good  Girl, Good Girl!’  

Your praise always has a certain effect in me, making me instantly hot.  You knew that,  and used it  to prolong  this  terrible test.  You can be so cleverly diabolical !   My body  continued its  response, with a smaller orgasm after the last.  And   you keep on pushing me with praise, so that I cum yet again,  smaller now.  

‘At  ease, soldier. My nasty little  slutty soldier.’  As I relax at last, you  hand  me  a  cold beer and towels to clean and dry myself, as I  dripped cum and piss.   I  hear mens’ voices nearby but can’t get the words.

”Good Girl, my best Good Girl whore.   I want you to be a Good Girl for me now.’
“Yes, Master. I’m your Good Girl’. . but I’m puzzled as to what you mean.
Again you whispered for me to be your Good Girl, then said :

‘I have some friends here who want to see for themselves my gem of a submissive .
They watched you cum for me  but they  don’t believe my  claim of your devotion to me as your Master- -your single-minded  eagerness  and need to please me,  to keep me happy. I know your devotion is real,  that you need for me to be proud of you.  I am  proud of you,  when you  obey me in submission and  do as  I say,  at all times,  always.
You  will  please me now  by  servicing  my friends,  doing  whatever they want you to do.  I will be watching– no one will hurt you.  But know that you are here to be used.  You will  take it all, doing anything and everything expected and demanded of you.  I require this,    I demand your obedience on this,  make no mistake.
This is how my  Good Girl will  please me now– by being  a whore for my friends.  Do not   embarrass me.  Do not disappoint me.’

‘Yes, Master.  I am your Good Girl.’ { I never want to disappoint you !}

I’m led into the building. I hear mens’ animated voices, getting  louder when they see me presented.  You tell me to drink something before beginning, handing me a beer and ordering me to chug it.  I do as told.  Then you secured my wrist and  ankle cuffs in  4-point  restraint and the  O-ring gag is strapped on,  forcing my mouth open.  The men waiting for me were clearly excited,  obvious from their comments.

The first customer didn’t speak to me.   He straddled my chest  to tentatively feed  his cock into the O-ring.  Judging by the sounds he made  I doubt if he had ever experienced anything at all close to this,  having a  restrained, gagged whore a prisoner for his  cock and  sexual whims, there for the taking.  Unexpectantly that thought aroused me,  with a strong desire to suck his cock good,  to give him an unforgettable experience.  In the gag  all  I could do was to play with my tongue a bit –he responded by growing his cock  bigger and harder, with sounds of totally aroused pleasure.
At your service, mister!  . (I’ll bet his wife never sucked his cock, never.)

He withdrew to rub the head of his cock at my pussy, but quickly recalled the rule of condom use for penetration. He frantically fumbled with it, the head still close to its target, until the moment of no return was upon him.  Abandoning the condom, he forcefully entered me just in time to unload his cum. . and plenty of it !
The other men cheered him.  I know you are watching, and wonder what you are thinking.

He kept saying ‘oh god–oh god–oh god’, as if he hadn’t been laid in ten tears. His cock was slow to deflate and he moaned his pleasure, fucking me after cumming, hard and fast, grunting, then slowly, as if he was making love. He didn’t want it to end. I later learned it was his birthday –you wanted him to have what he wanted and never got–that was the thought that evolved into tonight’s activities.

The next guy straddled me for his mouthfuck indulgence  while making those overblown statements a man with an  overly inflated opinion of himself says. . ‘Here’s a REAL man, here’s a REAL cock for you, whore–you should be begging me for my big cock’–the kind of guy who thinks of women as only fuck-hole cunts.
‘I’ll show you how a real man fucks a cunt, how a real man rules a skank whore with his cock’, he said.   He pressed a hand to my throat and his other bunched my hair to yank my head up and forward.  He vigorously fucked my throat as I gurgled for breath –it was an absolute hostility sparking from him.
As he sprayed his sour cum on my hair and face, up my nose– he informed me loudly  what a worthless pile of stinking shit I am –just a stinking fuckhole  cunt.
{ oh, how sweet!  Every woman’s dream! . . Master ?!  Is this creature a friend of yours?  Why ? . . I wonder. } .


You call ‘break’ and the men are directed to another room. Once gone, you remove my blindfold and gag, release the restraints and clean the sour cum from my face.  I see that we’ve been in someone’s garage.  You have planned and prepared for this with your friends. The mattress for my fucking is on a platform with eye-bolts for restraint anchored in the corners,  made just for this occasion. 

Not really a fun experience overall for me so far, but no matter.  I’m not here for my fun, only yours.  The goal and purpose is your satisfaction and happiness in your use of me, with every desire indulged and fulfilled for your pleasure — whatever form it might take.  Right now it is being used by other men.  This is my purpose,  and any personal pleasure I may derive is merely a by-product of my function.
You laughed, and twisted my nipples . . .

“Now you know for sure  you’re a whore, being fucked by strange men!  You’re not done yet,  we’ve just begun.  You’re gonna be used all night long, for the cumdump whore you are.
All night,  for whatever we want,  for as long as we want.” 

“Yes, Master, anything to please you.”

You handcuffed me and led me outside to a patio.
‘Now you are going to piss for us. You can’t see them,  but they all will see you, my whore pissing in humiliation for everyone to see. ‘
You order me to squat on the patio, and hold my piss until your permission is given. I try my very best to hold it but fail, as you knew I would.  I’m kept in the squat, my feet in the pool of my piss, as you retrieve your flogger.  You command me to stand and bend over.

‘You do as I say, at all times, always, or suffer the consequences. This is for your disobedience‘  you say, landing blows to my ass—but your voice was not harsh.
“Yes, Master, please forgive me.” .

‘You are forgiven, you have weaknesses. But disobedience earns punishment.’
‘‘Yes, Sir, thank you, Master.’

For show you administer several strikes with the small whip, reddening my ass. It arouses you, and me as well.  I don’t seek out pain like some, but gladly accept any you put on me in your judgment, because it shows me who’s boss and it makes me feel closer to you– useful;  a clear and direct way to please you in my service.

‘Kneel down to me and suck my cock, bitch.  I want to show off my whore.’
‘Yes, Master, thank you!’
I hear your friends laughing. They have been watching all behind the dark windows in the garage.  Comments, raw and lewd,  are made about my cock-sucking, as when they watched me piss.  They are greatly enjoying this unique experience of debauchery in all its aspects–their own actions, as well as vocalizing their approval in seeing  you  Be The Man,  dominating your bitch.

I lick the head slowly, very slowly, to tease you. The guys like that–it’s obvious each wishes it was his own cock, getting what I’m giving.  I must admit that I am now enjoying  ‘performing’, knowing it fuels their arousal,  and yours.
I’m surprized that it turns me on to be watched.  I like it– it makes me feel like a Dirty Slut, and
I like it. They want me. They all want to fuck me,  to use me in their depravity,  and I  want  them  to  use  me –to  please you. 
 I know you are enjoying their envy, that I belong  to you,  and  shall do anything that you want me to do. . . anything.

I think I hear one of the guys jacking off as I slide my tongue down your stiff cock, down to your throbbing balls. Enough with the teasing– you hold my head and fuck my mouth fast and hard, with the loud encouragement of the guys. Then you pull out, and spray your hot cum on my breasts, marking your property, calling me your  dirty cum-whore.  The guys like that—I do too!
‘Thank you, thank you, Master!’

‘Oh, I’m not even close to being done with you– this is just the beginning,  you slut!’
“Yes, Sir.’

‘Hey guys– this one’s a piss-whore on top of being a cock-whore and cum-slut.  While  we are all outside,  anyone want to unload their piss on her ?’
 . .’Fuck, yeah! ‘ – ‘Let me at her! ‘ – ‘I’ll be first !’- ‘Oh hell yes!’ – ‘Piss on it then fuck it!’. . 
‘Oh  you’d  love  that,  wouldn’t  you,  piss-whore?’
‘I  would, yes, Sir ! Please, Master !’

‘Beg  me, bitch.’
I assume the position of forehead to the ground from my kneeling position.
‘Sir, I  beg of you to  please allow me  this gift.  I beg of you, Master.  Please, Master.’
There is a  long silence from you,  as your friends urge you on. It’s clear to see they are wound up tight about this,  so ready  for  fresh  debauchery! 

 ‘No.  You haven’t earned the privilege yet. You have a long road ahead of you still. ‘
‘Sorry  guys, but next time for sure.’  That didn’t go over well with any of us, but He is the Boss.
“Yes, Sir,  thank you,  Master.’
I guess you weren’t kidding before when you said you could go all night. I’m guessing it must be around 2:00 am by now!  You order me to stand, legs spread, to face the dark window that shields your friends—you want me seen naked in humiliation for strangers, with your cum dripping down my body.  I don’t think you realize that I am now immersed in this depravity, that I am enjoying ‘performing’ for your friends, enjoying their staring at me and their crude comments.  But aside from my own twisted satisfaction,  the strongest reason that I know it is bringing you pleasure,  and  that is what is most important to me!  Success in pleasuring you  is my reward and fulfillment.

You leave me in my displayed position and disappear into the garage for a few minutes without speaking to me.  When you return I am blindfolded again, then told to open wide.  But instead of the O-ring gag, you shove a rubber cock-dildo deep in my mouth,  to the point of gagging in my throat.  You say  ‘take it, take it’  as you  push it in and out a few times, leaving it in my throat as you tease me with the tip of your cock.
{I want you so bad this instant ! . .Oh god, please, please Fuck me. . ‘}
our friends are laughing,  you are as well, in that slightly sadistic way that  I  have come to know.

I am pulled backwards by the handcuff chain into the garage again.  I know better than to move from where you leave me.   A door opens and  the guys come back in.  I still don’t know  how many of them  are here.  You attach the  handcuff chain to something solid and begin  fucking my throat deeply with the dildo, harder,  and ferociously,  delighting in your dark power.  I’m struggling to catch my  breath. You say nothing.
I know the gagging excites you. I want nothing more than to please you despite my discomfort,  but it’s not easy for me.  
I understand it logically, that it’s a loud and clear way to enjoy imposing your  power over me.  It shows that you can make me choke on your cock but still I want it—that you can do anything you want to me in your darkest whims, and I will take it all in my obedient submission.

You’ve signaled the guys to come close for a good look at  what you’re doing.  Someone pinches my clit a few times, hard.  I can’t help but  open my legs more and  push my pussy forward, inviting the pinches. Laughter. Someone else slides two twisting fingers into my ass. Everyone here wants to do something dramatic and outrageous to me, the slut and whore, showing off  for the others, yet anonymous to me.
You remove the dildo from my mouth, wet with my drool, and replace the O-ring gag, then you
 pinch my nipples good and hard, repeatedly with both hands. Anonymous fingers pinch my clit again. then stroke it, teasing it.  I try not to flinch when you attach the clamps. I don’t like the clamps,  but I know it’s fun for you,  so I endure the pain for your pleasure– because you want me to.
You like it that I make that personal sacrifice for my obedience–it pleases you– and pleasing you  makes me happy,  aside from  it  being my  duty. My clit is throbbing,  hungry for more attention.

I am positioned again in the 4-point restraint, spread and exposed–helpless. Immediately a stiff cock is  forced into my  opened mouth  and  I’m  used as  a cum- dump.  Another cock, rather large,  is shoved forcefully up my pussy.  It is wearing a condom and the previous deposit of cum lubricates the pounding.  He fucks with no finesse, just pounding like a neanderthal.  The one in my mouth sprays cum on my face as the owner grunts like a hog.
In quick succession another cock assaults my pussy, another man straddles me for a facefuck,  and yet another cock sprays its load over my belly as its owner kneels to jack off on me.  I am an object to be used.

Through all this I’m aware of almost complete silence.  It’s unsettling.  The one sound I do hear is that of a camera shutter, numerous times–mementos of the  Big Night, I suppose.  Unknown to me you have instructed your friends to  maintain silence,  to add to my sense of  shock,  or anticipation,  or fear of the unknown- -of whatever may come.

Break time again–for them. I remain helpless in restraint as their footsteps leave the room.
A door closes, then total silence. I don’t know why I suddenly feel frightened. I want Master. I’m so fucking exhausted from the long and rigorous submission and quickly sink into sleep.

I’m awakened by an anonymous hot wet tongue on my clit.  Oh good god! –he sure knew his way around down there!  You and the others were laughing,  and you said
“You do not have permission to cum,  you dirty slut.  Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”. . (oh hell!)

I figured out that you  put this guy on me,  licking me, to  test and  demonstrate  my total obedience. You are well aware how difficult it would be for me to resist the over-whelming need to cum.  It was so, so difficult! — but I succeeded in keeping myself at a certain level, below the danger zone. The man had  exceptional talent and seemed  intent of making me cum, perhaps on  your order,  but my extreme drive to obey my Master prevailed.  I‘m  your  Good  Girl . 

My restraints are released and the clamps are undone– causing knife-like pains as the blood rushes back into the area.  I am then forced into a bend-over position  on a simple wooden chair.  My ankles are tied to the legs,  my  wrists to the front legs.  Without delay my head is raised by pulling my hair, and a not-very-big cock slides into the O. “. . . oh yeah, fuck yeah, oh fuck yes ! ” said too loud, almost  shouting.  The owner is so excited by his turn with the whore that he shoots his load almost immediately into my throat.
I spit it out.  I  was  told later he was the teenage  son  of one  of the men. He and his father think  that  this  tonight  makes  him  a  Man.
I’m startled when an unknown object  slides into my ass,  maybe a pen or  utensil handle. It’s wiggled deeper into me and left there.  It’s a discomfort and I moan a little,  then feel the sharp sting of the flogger across my ass.  The strikes are  bearable, and  become constant  at a steady, rhythmic pace,  continuing for 20 or 30 minutes, I’m guessing.  I don’t even know who is manning the flogger,  but I  think Master  would  not allow  anyone else  to have the flogger.

It doesn’t hurt in the same way it has in the past,  in fact it feels  oddly good, and with increasing pleasure as it continues on and on.  I’m feeling a little giddy and light-headed, kind of like I’m floating.  This is great!   I feel high,  and just very incredibly happy serving him,  under his control and command.  I want this forever!   I honor him as a Man and Master,  with an absolute  purity of heart in service to  his  needs and desires, his pleasures.   It  is  my  joy.
I‘m feeling  dizzy.  { yes Master yes Master .  . um. . pure heart. . . sure,  the joy, yes.  . . yes Master yes Master yes Master. . love Master my Master yes. . . I’m  so dizzy. . what time is it . . .}

I’m vaguely aware of the group now gathered in close, but still  the spooky silence. The flogging has stopped and now a huge hot cock slides along my ass—-oh yes ! then claims its rightful home in a rear entry, ‘doggy style’.  There is no mistaking it — this is Master !   This is my earned reward, at last,  for being  cumslut whore  to all,  for being submissive to his every dark desire, and  obedient  at  all times,  always.
 {  yes yes thank you Master  yes Master thank you Master yes Master.}

The silence is broken. You say: .
‘Watch me fuck my whore, she does anything  I want,  does everything  I tell her to do!  Watch me fuck my whore !’

You pound your throbbing cock deep and hard., claiming me. You are at your best when owning your dominance, and you were making  a statement to each man here : I allowed you to use my whore, but she belongs to me.  I Take it,  it’s MINE. I Own  her ass !.

You continue your use of me, fucking me relentlessly with your dominant strength and force,  as I raise up to your cock as best I can, while tied down. I  want to never let your cock go !  If I were not restrained  I know I would float to the ceiling!

Still powered by the Viagra, you keep hard and keep fucking vigorously for what feels like a long, long time.  Your friends are vocal again, with lewd encouragement.  One grunts—he’s jacking off and shoots his slimy load to the side of my face.  You keep pounding your cock, ferociously,  as far as you can push it,  not letting up. From far away I hear you say  —  I own your ass slut you fucking whore it’s mine  mine whore I own you you’re mine you’re mine
{ . yours yes Master . . own me yes Master . . I love your cock  yes thank you Master yes Master.}

You pull my head up and bite my neck when you finally explode your enormous load of sweet cum into me, squirting over and over until it oozes from me and runs down my legs.
Just seeing your cum ooze and drip never fails to greatly excite you. Your friends cheer the performance.   Someone says- I wanna fuck it now — there is laughter.
My body feels so strange, as if there were electric current surging through me–like ‘pop-rocks’ traveling my veins.  I’m dizzy.  { . . What time is it, I wonder . . My Master. . I am yours . . .yours . .  thank you yes Master all for you yes Master . . I’m thirsty}

My arms and legs are released from the restraints and you push me down to my knees. You’ve ordered me to finger myself then suck your cum from my fingers. That excites the men and several are pumping their cocks to jack off again.  You remove the O-ring,  a huge relief,  and  put your cock to my mouth,  it’s understood that I am to lick the cum from it.  Then you slap my face once, to signal  ‘open wide’  and take your semi-hard cock.   You go down as far as possible, holding steady there, well into my throat.  
{ yes Master thank you  for your Cock  yes Master }

“You love my cock, you crave my cock, you worship my perfect cock.” A statement of  fact.
“Tell me.”
“Yes Master, yes.  I love your cock. Yes. I  love your cock.  I love your cock. . I worship your cock. as holy.  Yes  Sir. . Yes  Sir Master, worship your cock, . . thank you Master. .  worship Master’s cock,  I want it. . . I want it , yes  Sir Master. ”

You say something to me that  I don’t understand,  it seems  distorted and muffled and far away. You’ve noticed that I’m rambling almost incoherently when speaking  and  acting  somewhat strangely.  I start to giggle.
I feel a sensation of floating and  my head is spinning.  I’m so dizzy and feel like I’m in outer space, bouncing and twirling  in the blackness.   { I wonder what time  it is .  . I love your cock Sir . . .yes Sir Master worship your cock  love Master yes Sir. . I’m hungry . . yes Master yes Master}.  . 

You’ve told your friend  the birthday-boy  to get behind me, to steady me with his arms around my waist. He sweetly kissed my neck and  whispered  that he wished I was his girl. 
More words I don’t understand,  as if in a different language.  His cock is stiff as can be–
I feel him throbbing  hot and wet now,  as he slides it  along my ass to below, back and forth, from behind.  He can’t help it, he says,  whispering. . . he wants me so badly, he says.   I hear words but can’t comprehend their meaning. 

Master sees  what his  friend is doing.
“Sure, keep on, dude !  It’s your birthday,  go for it,  take what you want now , before it’s gone. You  wanna fuck her again or take her ass?  Do whatever you want to.  That’s what she’s here for !’

Your friend says nothing,  but  slides his cock into me  from the rear.   He moans, kissing my neck,  whispering  intimately   ‘I need you so bad,  I  want you forever. . .’
{ cock oh yes  cock  hard  cock . .  I love your hard cock  Master thank you Master. . yes Sir Master your gift. .  thank you, yes, yes Master}  . . . I’m so spaced out  that  I can’t realize  another man is  behind me now,  fucking me. 

’Guys –watch this now — she cums on demand,  and only for me !   Here we go !’
I’m startled by a  powerful vibrator applied to my pussy, and Master commanding me to cum.

“Now.  Cum  now, whore.  CUM FOR ME. ”

I  hear your voice, muffled and distant as I  spin and tumble through space, streaks of color swirling around me,  with a sound like  the wind  through the pines — a   spectacular immensely intense experience.  It seemed to go on forever, the electric sparking,  spinning through the stars, riding an endless wave.  {YES Master YES Master YES oh god YES  YES  Master YES }

I was told later that I was unresponsive for about 20 minutes. I had tried to speak, nothing came out.  Then I forgot what I wanted to say.  I  was  so deep in  the altered reality of subspace that I didn’t even realize until later that I‘d had the longest, most extreme orgasm of my life.

                                                                                              ~~~~~  revised  April 2014   —-