Erotica Stories
He was such a nice guy. Sometimes his messages were a little strange ... like when he sent the ones about spanking you. But those were always because you were naughty. And the idea of getting a spanking excited you. You liked imagining it. He always just pretended anyway. He just used it as an excuse to get you on his lap. Was he too shy to just say he wanted you naked in his arms? Well you were going to find out how shy he is very soon now. You invited him to meet you downtown for lunch. He suggested Camelot and gave you the address. Let's see ... 1823 M Street. Here it is ... GOOD LORD! It's a GO-GO place. You see him standing next to the door. And he walks up to you with a big smile. He quickly suggests a different place, but explains that Camelot really is a very nice, clean restaurant. It caters to the business-suit crowd, he explains. Are you feeling adventurous? Well you've seen go-go places in movies ... like in Beverly Hills Cop. What makes this place different, you wonder. He talks you into peeking in the door. You see a long, narrow room. The place smells clean ... no cigarette smoke or perfume. The small tables all have linen. And there are quite a few well- dressed men eating lunch. In the middle of the long room is a small platform. A very tall, beautiful woman is slowly dancing to a soft popular tune. Very classy, very nice chassis, and very nude. It certainly is NOT like the raw sex you always imagined. Before you can back out, he and the hostess urge you to sit at the table near the door. He give you the seat with the best view. He takes the seat opposite you with his back to the dancer. Well, you think, the door is near. But he better not make any false moves! You grab the menu and stare blindly at it. He quickly suggests a burger and a beer. You agree with his choice. The waitress comes to take your order. The music stops. There is quiet applause for the dancer, which He joins. You look down the room and see two men standing in front of the platform. Each man tucks a folded bill into the woman's garter, which is her only item of clothing. She smiles nicely at them. The next record from the jukebox starts ... and she goes back to her quiet dance. After the beer arrives, you start to relax. He is very polite ... and seems almost amused at you. He explains that another "regular" place would have been fine with him. He was just seeing how adventurous you were. He is very pleased at your bravery. Well, he certainly made it easy to have something sexy to talk about. He draws you into a conversation about women enjoying looking at other naked women. He notices that your eyes keep shifting to watch the dancer. When he notices how much you are enjoying the dancer, he excuses himself. He walks down to the platform and tips her. He spends a moment whispering to her ... and you see both of them look in your direction. She smiles and nods, and he returns to your table. "I tipped her for you, and she said say, 'Thank you.'" You see that it is her last dance. She is slipping on her lace outfit. She helps the next woman get onto the platform. Then, as the music starts again, she comes over to your table ... and asks you if you would like company. She is twisting a twenty dollar bill in her fingers ... and you have a strong feeling that she just got it from him. He motions you forward to whisper in your ear. He says that she loves to party ... and that now is your chance for that "experience" you said you always dreamed about with Renee. His hand has closed on your arm to pull your ear close to his lips. His breath is warm against your ear. You are feeling dizzy and allow him to nuzzle your cheek. You are suspended ... it seems like forever. From the corner of your eye, you see him reach out to the dancer. She lets him pull her into the seat next to you. What are you getting yourself into, you ask yourself, as you slide your mouth around to his. The sudden, unexpected presentation of an erotic fantasy has thrown you into a pulse-pounding dream. You were prepared to consider ... and probably reject ... a pass from him. But you were not prepared to reject something that you have been reaching for for years. As you fall into a passionate kiss with him, the dancer takes your hand. She slips her fingers between yours, locking hands and palms with you. Then she pulls your hand toward her and slides both her hand and yours inside her loose top. She firmly rubs the back of your hand up and down and around her bare breasts. You can feel her skin clearly. Your thumb is free, and she encourages you to use it to stroke and squeeze her nipples. She lets go of your hand, and presses it against her breasts until you continue your touches on your own power. At the same time, her other hand reaches over to you. Her hand explores your breasts ... finds your nipple ... and begins to milk you. You cannot breathe. You cannot think. Everything is a haze as you become lost in an erotic fantasy. You can't get enough of his mouth as you kiss intimately and deeply with him. You can't get enough of touching this dancer's large breasts and swollen nipples. Her freed hand has slid under your skirt between your thighs while the other continues to stroke and squeeze and pull your nipple over and over. And his hand has slipped down your arm and has begun doing the same with your other breast. Under the table, his knee has pressed between yours ... enough to keep them apart for the dancer to reach your dripping pussy. You finally come up for air. Her fingers in your pussy did not satisfy you. You want more! You want to get naked and get into bed with her. And with him. You want to feel his cock inside you. What happened? This started out as a simple lunch date. You were going on a blind date with someone from the boards. It was only supposed to be a hamburger and a few laughs. Now, all of a sudden, you know you are not going back to work. You will go wherever he says. He and the dancer whisper for a moment. Then she leaves. He asks you if you have time to drop by her apartment upstairs. Upstairs? He explains that the dancers often work for tips, room and board. She is going on break now, and asked he to invite you to join her. Oh why does it have to be so easy? Why couldn't it be a tough decision? So you could say No? He sees your temptation. He leans close and tells you that the dancer is waiting. She is on her bed waiting for you. That was too much. You silently nod yes. He drops a few bills on the table to pay for lunch. Then he takes your hand and pulls you towards the back of the restaurant. You follow blindly. He stops with you at the platform and whispers to the new dancer there. You are only a foot away... and you can see her pussy peeking through her trimmed bush. Is the dancer upstairs naked? You hope so. The stairs are narrow and dim. Halfway up, he stops. He pulls you close ... and kisses you. It is a shy kiss. He lets you lead it into more passion. You search for his tongue with yours. He lets you rub your body against his. You lean back against the wall, and pull him to you. He leans into you with his weight. You can now feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your thigh through his pants. You slide over and press your pussy hard against it. It feels so good. "Do you trust me?" he asks. Trust him? What does he mean? "Do you know I won't harm or hurt you in any way?" he asks. Of course, you reply. Why? "She wants to tie you up. But I won't let her unless you trust me. You have to be sure! If we play this game with you, we won't untie you when you ask. We won't untie you when you beg. We won't untie you until she is ready. But only if you trust me. Do you?" You search his eyes, heart pounding. NO! Not that! You tell him that you don't know him well enough. You just met. He nods, OK. And he takes your hand to lead you back downstairs. Wait! What about the dancer? He explains that this is her place. If you are not ready for her game, you won't be asked to play. Wait! you ask. You are torn between the excitement and the fear. You waver for a long time. But he didn't have to warn you. If he wanted to hurt you, he would have tricked you. OK. You don't say anything ... you just take his hand and pull him back up the stairs. Your heart is pounding. There is a long hall at the top of the stairs, with quite a few doors. He leads you to a door marked with the number 6. He knocks quietly. The light from the peephole is blocked for a long moment by someone on the other side. The door opens. The room inside is very neat. It is decorated with murals and posters depicting erotic scenes, but nothing blatant or pornographic. There is a large bed piled high with colorful pillows, a couch and armchair, dressers, and so on. It's just an ordinary place. You almost expected a dungeon ... but this place looked normal. He puts his finger to his lips, motioning you to be silent. The dancer is smiling in anticipation. Her hand strays to her crotch for a second, as if to catch a drip of moisture trickling out. She suddenly nods, more at herself than at you. She made up her mind. He nods back and hugs you. "Are you ready for some fun?" he asks. Your heart starts pounding again! Weakly, you nod. The dancer steps close to you and nuzzles your neck. Her hand delicately moves upward from your hip to your breast. She allows you to hug her for a moment, while she fondles you. You can hear her breathing in your ear. As she gets herself more excited, she begins to get more insistent in her probing. She rubs herself up and down against your body, forcing you back against the door behind you. You look over her shoulder and see that her other hand is stroking the front of his pants. Suddenly she stops. "Tie her up!" she commands him. He looks at you, waiting for your nod. "Last chance to back out," his eyes are saying. But the dancers hands had a strong effect on you. You want more. You hold your wrists out silently, in a "cuff me" motion. He leads you over to the bed. You are a little surprised that there is nothing exotic or fancy. He simply stretches you out on your back in a classic spread- eagle position. There are no special padded cuffs ... just plain clothesline at the four corners of the bed. When you are secure, the dancer says, "Now you," to him. Aren't they going to undress you? Apparently not. Both of you are still fully dressed when he carefully lays down on top of you. He supports most of his weight with his elbows and knees. But his body is very firmly against yours. You can feel his hardness against your inner thigh. He smiles shyly, and kisses you. At that moment, the dancer brings more cords up and ties him to the same corners. You realize that whatever happens now, he is in the same fix you are in. This dancer better be nice, or he is in BIG trouble with you. He can move around a little ... even get up on hands and knees ... but he can't untie himself. "Now. Up!" the dancer commands. He lifts himself as far as he can and looks down at you. The dancer begins to unbutton your blouse. When your blouse has been opened, she slides one hand inside your bra and begins to caress and stroke you. She is kneeling by the side of the bed, watching his face. You see him begin to look dizzy. You realize what is going through his head right now; he wishes it was his hand instead of hers. When her hand leaves, the cup has been pulled down, exposing your breast. "Don't move." She commands him. She reaches under you and unsnaps your bra. Then she pulls it up around your neck, exposing your breasts fully to his joyful view. She moves further down and pulls your skirt up around your hips. Her hand reaches inside your panty waistband and strokes you delicately. Your moisture begins to drip and itch, and you slide your hips around trying to find her fingers. But she never quite touches you where you want it, even though her hand comes out dripping. She wipes her hand on his mouth. "Kiss her." He drops down on you and pushes against your open mound. You grind against him as he kisses your mouth. You can taste your juices. He spends some time nuzzling and sucking your breasts. "UP!" she commands. While you were kissing him, the dancer took all of her clothes off. She is the only one really undressed. She opens his pants. When she pulls them down around his knees, you can clearly see his bulge through his briefs. She strokes it slowly, as his eyes begin to roll back in his head. He is going crazy. "Do you think he should get any pussy today?" she asks you. You are surprised that you have a choice, and eagerly nod Yes. She kisses you on the mouth ... on your bare breasts ... on your exposed belly ... on your damp mound through your panties. The she tugs your panties down until he can look down at your nakedness. "Kiss her." He tries to reach your pussy, but the ropes won't allow it. He settles for a quick nibble on your exposed nipples. Then he lowers himself against you and grinds away again. This time, only his underpants separate you as you eagerly kiss him. "UP!" she commands. She exposes his cock to you. Her hands stroke him up and down his long shaft. You can see him clearly. His cock bounces lightly in a regular pattern. You can tell it is the blood pounding in his veins. She bends down between you. You can't see, now, but you can tell from the way his eyes are rolling that she is sucking on him. There are a lot of wet slurping noises. Oh if only she would let you do that to him! "OK. Time for some pussy." She says with a big smile. Your hopes soar ... and are suddenly dashed. She crawls between the two of you, facing you! "Fuck me" she commands him as she impales herself on his cock. "Suck me" she commands you as she squeezes her breasts together to get both nipples in your mouth. From her excited movements, you realize that he has indeed found the mark. Her moans of pleasure swiftly reach a peak. She bounces wildly against your face, and throws her hips around in grinding circles for a long time ... subsiding finally into long, low murmurs. She kisses your face for a while. Then slides out from between you. "UP!" she commands him, again. She whispers in your ear, "Now it's your turn." She begins to stroke your breasts with both hands while kneeling next to your head. His knees are between your thighs and you rub your legs against his. Then she straddles your face and lowers her pussy onto your mouth. "Eat me," she commands. So this is what it is like, you realize. And from the taste, you also realize with joy that he has saved himself for you. There is no trace of semen mixed in her fragrant juices. Her legs are vibrating with tension next to your ears. As you suck on her pussy, she falls forward and slips between you and him. You can feel her pull your panties further down your legs. Then her tongue enters your yearning love box. There is a pause in her action on you ... and from her continued gyrations, you realize what is happening. She is probably sucking on him again. His rocking motions soon confirm your guess. But the pattern changes soon. She slips aside a little, and you can feel something pressing against your pussy. It feels good, and, by wiggling down a little, you realize that you have captured the head of his cock. But, as you try to get more of it, it is withdrawn. "Satisfy me first," she says to you over her shoulder. You return your attention to her. As her excitement builds, you feel her allowing him to enter you again. It feels so wet and juicy down there that you realize she is licking your pussy and his cock while he slides in and out. You have waited so long for this! As her gyrating pussy in your face builds to a climax, she allows him to push deeper. His cock feels wonderfull ... thick and long. Your own pleasure builds rapidly. Finally, the three of you all race to the top at the same time in a long series of pushing and pumping and squirming and grinding and squirting and rubbing orgasms. After a while, she unties the two of you. You all lay together in a big pile, loving and caressing each other. The dancer says, "Next time you won't get yours so easily. He told me you were a virgin, lesbian-wise, so I came right away. When you come back, I have a girlfriend named Renee Holmes that will be waiting for you." She then whispered in your ear, "And you don't have to bring HIM." Back to top
This one contains consensual domination and discipline of a male by two females, one of whom is underage. If you don't like the idea, don't read the story.
Last weekend me and my brother Bobby's girlfriend Suzy had a lot of fun with him. Mom and Dad were away somewhere for the weekend and Bobby was supposed to be babysitting for me even though I don't think I need a babysitter anymore because I'm ten years old now and Mom and Dad keep saying that I'm a big girl now so why do they think I still need a babysitter like I was still a little baby? Anyway, Bobby had Suzy over too, like she usually is whenever Mom and Dad are away, and Suzy was acting like she was babysitting for both of us instead of just me and Bobby was acting like it too, only on Saturday night when it was getting near my bedtime they had some kind of fight -- a yelling fight I mean, not a fighting fight, whenever they have fighting fights I can tell they aren't really mad and besides Suzy always wins even though Bobby's a lot bigger and stronger but he never really minds. Anyway, they had a big yelling fight and then she slapped him -- I mean, she really hit him hard -- and then she said she was leaving and that there were lots of boys his age -- he's sixteen -- that'd just love to have her treat them like she treats him, and then Bobby started crying, well, he'd actually been crying ever since right after she hit him, but now it was sad crying instead of hurt crying, and he asked her to please stay and said he was sorry and everything, and then he kneeled down in front of her and said he'd do anything she wanted and please stay, so she said okay. He couldn't see her face because he was kissing her feet or the floor or something, but I could and she was smiling and she winked at me and I knew that she hadn't really been that mad. It felt kind of nice because I knew that she didn't want Bobby to know that she'd tricked him and she was trusting me to keep it secret, so I did. She said that Bobby'd been a bad little boy and she was gonna punish him and then he sort of shook a little like he was scared or cold or something, but I don't think he really was because if he was I guess he could have made her stop because it wasn't like she was Mom or Dad or something. Anyway, then she said that since I had to be there anyway because Bobby was supposed to be taking care of me, I could help punish him too if I wanted to. I didn't understand what she meant at first, but then she asked me if Bobby'd ever been mean to me and I said sure, lot's of times and she asked me if I'd ever wanted to get even with him and I said sure and then I understood that she was going to let me do mean things to him, and it was okay because she was a grownup -- Suzy's twenty, I think, or maybe twenty-one, something like that anyway -- and she was the only real grownup there and she was saying it was okay, and I started to laugh because Bobby'd done a _lot_ of mean things to me and now I could get even. I asked Suzy if I could spank Bobby because that was the first thing I thought of because I'd gotten spanked by Mommy just a while ago because Bobby hid one of my dolls somewhere and wouldn't tell me where it was and I got so mad I started screaming at him and Mommy said that I'd just lost the doll myself and I shouldn't scream and make up stories about Bobby and she wouldn't believe me or anything, so I wanted Bobby to get spanked too because I had. Suzy said that that was okay, but that maybe because my hand was so small and I'm not very strong -- I am too very strong, but only for a ten year old I guess, and Suzy was talking about grownup strong like Mommy -- that maybe I should use a strap on him instead, and I didn't know what she meant. Then she told Bobby to stand up and he did -- he was still crying and now he looked kinda scared too because I don't think he liked it that I was going to get to punish him -- and she took off his belt and then she swung it out sideways and hit the side of the couch with it, real hard, and then I understood than she meant I could spank Bobby like that instead of just with my hand. That's when something really weird happened, because right then I started feeling strange, I got that feeling you get in your stomach when you're suddenly scared like I was when Mommy said I had to learn not to tell lies and I all of a sudden realized that I was gonna get spanked, only this didn't quite feel like that exactly, and I felt sort of like I had to pee, only it didn't feel exactly like that either, and I could feel my ears getting really red and I guess I didn't really notice it right then, not until later when my face kinda started to hurt a little, but I guess I was smiling real hard too. Suzy must've seen some of this because she started smiling at me different. Before she'd just been smiling because she was happy because she was going to punish Bobby, which I guess she likes to do a lot, but now it felt like she was also smiling at _me_ specially too. That felt good, because I really like Suzy. Later, on Sunday night just before she left just before Mom and Dad got back, she told me that she bet I'd grow up to be just like her and I hope that I do because she's really neat. Anyway, she told Bobby to take off his clothes -- actually, she told him to strip, which I didn't know that word meant that, but now I do -- and he said could she please not let me stay and watch and she slapped him again and said maybe you don't get it, baby Bobby, but she's going to do a lot more than watch, and then he started acting _real_ unhappy but she just looked at him real mean and he took off his clothes like she said. I'd seen Bobby naked a couple of times, but not in a long time, and he looked real silly standing there in the living room like that naked with Suzy and me there with all our clothes on. He's got a _lot_ of hair on his legs and a lot more around his peepee and his thing that hangs under it -- Suzy told me that a boy's peepee has a lot of names but the one she likes is cock so that's what I'll call it too, and that so do the hanging things but she calls it balls cause even though it looks like a bag when you squeeze it you can feel two round things in it, so I'll call it balls too. Anyway, his cock was real small and soft and I was surprised because the last time I'd seen it was when I was six and I went into his room and he was holding a magazine or something in one hand and his cock in the other and it was real big and stiff then and I thought it was always like that but Suzy explained to me later how sometimes cocks'll get big and hard and then get small and soft or the other way around a lot of times during the day, so I guess that this was one of the times it was small and soft, maybe because he was so scared and crying and everything. There was a big drop of clear stuff sort of like thick maple syrup without any color dripping from the end of his cock and I thought he was peeing in the living room but when I said so Suzy told me that sometimes when a cock gets big it gets some of that clear stuff in it but it isn't pee and that sometimes when the cock gets soft real fast right away afterwards the clear stuff drips out. I said it looked kinda funny and she said yes and then she put all the clear stuff on her finger and held it up and Bobby without her even telling him what to do licked it off her finger. I said that that looked sort of gross but she said it was okay for boys to eat their own come -- that's what she called it, that's another word that I didn't know it also meant that until Suzy told me -- and that all girls should make their boyfriends do it because boys mostly hate to do it, so making them do it reminds them who's in charge and also it's nice because it lets the boys show the girls that they like them so much they'll even do things they don't like for them. Whenever I think about that now I get that funny feeling again sort of, but not as much as I did that first time I told you about. Anyway, Bobby licked his come off her finger and she told him that that was good but he was still a bad boy and he was still going to get punished, but she'd be fair and she'd remember afterwards that he'd been good now and I think he got a little happier about that. Back then I wasn't sure exactly what Suzy did with Bobby when she thought he's been good but I could of bet that he liked it a lot and now of course I do know some of what she does anyway and I really know that he likes it a lot. Anyway, then Suzy said that it was time to start Bobby's punishment and it was kind of funny because then his cock got hard real fast and I'd thought before that it was soft maybe because he was gonna get spanked so I was confused. Suzy told me on Sunday -- that was the next day, all this happened on Saturday -- that sometime when she was visiting again she'd explain it all to me. Anyway, his cock got hard and then she made him stand next to this big armchair we have in the living room and lean over the arm so the top of his chest just under the neck was resting on the other arm of the chair and his cock and his balls were pressing on the arm closest to him and his legs were sticking out nearly straight because Bobby's real tall and he looked real silly, even sillier than if Suzy'd made him lie down over my lap like when Mommy spanks me, though I guess that would've been real silly too because Bobby's so much bigger than me. Anyway, then Suzy told Bobby not to move or he'd really get it and then she told me to try hitting the couch with Bobby's belt like I was gonna hit him, only for practice. When she saw that I was left-handed, she told Bobby to get on the other side of the chair and he did, just like he was before only the other way, and then I tried hitting the couch. I guess I was at first scared of ripping it or something -- actually, to tell the truth, I guess I was really more scared of missing the couch or accidentally hitting myself or something and looking real stupid -- and I hit it real soft, but then Suzy told me it was okay to swing real hard because I wouldn't hurt the couch and even if I did she'd make Bobby tell Mom and Dad it was his fault anyway, so I tried hitting it real hard and when I'd done that for a while she told me to go over to where Bobby still was. He was shaking a little again and I wasn't sure right then because I couldn't really see it but I think his cock was small again, I really can't wait until Suzy comes to visit again and explains all that to me about how boys' cocks work. Suzy told me to go ahead and I swung Bobby's belt right at his ass, which I thought was a real dirty word for a behind but Suzy told me that that's what grownups call it and it's okay for me to call it that too as long as I only do it around her and Bobby. It was real easy to hit Bobby's ass because it was sort of sticking up and because of Suzy making him move to that side of the chair. I swung it real hard and it made a loud noise when it hit him, not like the noise it made on the couch, more like a spanking noise only not quite the same and Suzy said _yes_ just like Bobby does sometimes when he thinks something really good's happened like he did real quiet so Mom wouldn't hear when she said I needed to learn not to tell lies about Bobby and I was gonna get spanked. I guess I thought of that right then because I guess I kinda got mad at Bobby on account of all the bad things he's done to me on account of being my big brother, so I started trying to hit him real hard, as hard as I could and as fast as I could, and I guess I hit him real hard a lot of times because he started sort of crying and screaming at the same time, and Suzy kept saying _yes_ like that like she was really happy about all this. It was a lot of fun and I felt even more like I kinda needed to pee only I didn't and that felt nice once I stopped worrying about wetting my pants. I guess I hit Bobby about maybe twenty or thirty times or something like that before Suzy told me to stop. His ass had a lot of red stripes on it and so did the tops of his legs from where I'd swung kind of low by accident. I was breathing a lot like I was tired by I wasn't really and I wanted to keep hitting him and when I said so Suzy said don't worry, this is just a time out because he's making too much noise and then she did something really weird, she reached up under her dress and she pulled her underpants down and off of herself and they were white like the ones I wear but bigger of course and then she told Bobby to open his little baby mouth, that's what she called it, and she stuck her underpants all the way in his mouth. I thought that was kind of gross but then I guessed that it was like when she'd made him lick his come off of her finger so I guessed it wasn't really gross even though I didn't really understand it. Then she went to her backpack that she'd brought with her and she took out something that was a big red ball, the kind that's sort of hard but a lot softer than a baseball or something because you can squeeze it a little. This one had a hole or something through it and a long piece of leather went through the hole like it was a big bead and the leather had holes in it and a buckle like it was a belt only a lot smaller. Suzy pushed the ball most of the way into Bobby's mouth so his mouth was open real wide and he was biting on the ball and then she buckled the leather together tight in the back of his head so the ball couldn't come out even if tried to push it out and then I guessed that Bobby wasn't going to be so noisy anymore and it was real funny and I laughed a lot and Suzy was smiling real hard too. After that, Suzy made Bobby stand straight up and she and I could both see that his cock was big and hard again and sort of red or pink on the bottom side because it'd been pressed down against the chair arm that he'd been bent over and she smiled at him and giggled a little, not like she'd caught him doing something wrong but like she'd caught him doing something stupid or silly like playing with dolls or something and then she pushed his cock straight down so it was pointing at the floor and he made a noise like it hurt and I was scared that she'd broken it or something but I guessed she knew what she was doing. Anyway, then she made him bend over the chair again just like he was before only now his cock was sticking down towards the floor and I could see it between his legs where they were spread a little and it looked real silly and I could see it was dripping that clear stuff a little again. I was kinda worried that it might ruin the carpet, but I figured that if it did Suzy'd make Bobby say it was his fault anyway so that was okay. Then Suzy said I could start hitting him again -- she said whipping him so I guess that's what I was doing even though whenever Mom or Dad ever said I was gonna get a whipping they meant spanking with a hand not hitting with a belt like this -- only now that Bobby had all those red stripes going sideways across his ass maybe I should start doing them vertically. I knew what vertically means, because I had vertical and horizontal in spelling class last year and I remembered them because I like v's and z's in words but I didn't know what she meant when she said it like that so Suzy said here, I'll show you, and she took the belt and stood mostly behind him and a little off to the other side from where I'd been standing when I hit him because she's right-handed and then she swung the belt up over her head and it's a good this we've got a real high ceiling in the living room and she swung it down so just the end part of it hit his ass, on the right side sort of, and it made a stripe that went vertically instead of horizontally like the ones I'd made. Bobby really tried to yell when she hit him, I guess because she hit harder than me or maybe it just hurts more when you start getting hit again after it's stopped for awhile, but he didn't turn out to make nearly as much noise as before because his mouth was full of Suzy's underpants and the ball and everything so mostly he just made noises through his nose. Right then I thought that I could _really_ get even with him if I wanted to by just holding his nose but I guess that would been too mean even for him and besides Suzy probably wouldn't have let me and even if she had this was before she tied him up on Sunday so I guess he just would've pushed my hand away. But thinking about doing it to him made me feel real good in that funny way again. Anyway, Suzy said okay now you try it and she gave me the belt back and I did. It was a lot harder than before because when I was swinging sideways it didn't matter too much whether I hit him with the end part of the belt or the middle except that the end part made redder marks and I guess it hurt him more too, but now I had to be careful because if I swung from too close to him a lot of the belt would hit his back instead of his ass and if I was too far away it wouldn't hit any of him at all or else it'd just sort of scrape his legs which I guess kind of hurt him but it wasn't what I was trying to do and I felt bad when I missed. I wasn't too good at it at first but after I guess about ten or fifteen times I all of a sudden got how to do it and after that I only missed where I was swinging at once or twice. Once I missed everything, all of him and the even the chair and I felt really stupid but Suzy said that's okay everybody does that sometimes even her so I felt better. I guess I hit Bobby about twenty times good, not counting all the times I sort of missed, and then Suzy said I'd better stop because if I didn't I might really hurt him and make him start bleeding and everything and she said we didn't want to do that because then we'd have blood all over the living room and then she sort of real fake sweet like asked Bobby that we didn't want that did we and he shook his head, but I think she was just pretending that she only made me stop because of not getting blood all over the living room. I think she didn't really want me to for real hurt him, which is okay because he isn't really that bad a brother and I bet he's going to be a lot nicer brother from now on anyway. After Suzy made me stop hitting Bobby, and to tell the truth I was getting real tired anyway so I couldn't have hit him much more anyway, I thought that maybe Suzy was going to hit him too, maybe on the front or somewhere that I hadn't hit him so that he wouldn't start bleeding, but she said that he'd had enough for now and she made him stand up again. When she did his cock which was still hard or else hard again but I think it was hard all the time popped up and stuck straight out and Suzy and I both laughed because it looked silly because it was bouncing up and down a little. It was still dripping clear stuff and he looked kinda like he was drooling only from his cock instead of from his mouth. Then Suzy said that she thought that because he'd taken his punishment like a good little boy and hadn't tried too much to move away from the belt of the chair and hadn't made too much noise that if he promised to keep being a good boy then he'd deserve a reward and she asked him if he promised and he nodded his head a real lot, so she said okay, boy, here's your reward. Then she told me to watch close because I'd want to know how to do this someday and she sat down in the chair and reached up with her right hand and took his cock in it and started sort of squeezing and rubbing it, sort of like I think he was doing to himself that time I saw him. I don't know what she was doing but I was pretty sure he liked it even though it was hard to tell because the ball in his mouth was making his face look real weird and he'd been crying real hard too. Anyway, I thought that he'd been breathing real hard through his nose when he was getting his whipping but now he was _really_ breathing fast and hard and real soon, probably not more than may a minute I think, he closed his eyes and started making real strange noises and to shake all over real hard and then just when Suzy said something that sounded like okay here it comes something _real_ weird happened. A whole lot of white sticky stuff came squirting out of the end of his cock, real hard, and it probably would have squirted real far except that just when it started Suzy reached up with her other hand and held it so that all the white stuff went into her hand. He squirted a lot of white stuff before it finally stopped and even then Suzy was able to squeeze some more out like his cock was a sponge except that it only had that one hole in it at the end. I guess he finally ran out of the white stuff, or else there was more but Suzy got tired of squeezing it out, I don't know which, but she stopped and his cock was all small and soft again and his head was hanging down and he was all sweaty and tired and still breathing hard and I think that if Suzy hadn't right then told him to get down on his knees on the floor in front of her he might have fallen down anyway because he was real tired-looking. Anyway, once he was down there Suzy asked me if I'd please unbuckle the leather thing that she called a gag but later she explained that the whole thing the ball and the leather was the gag and that the leather was just part of it and that I should call the leather the strap, anyway, I unbuckled it and then when Suzy asked me to I took the ball out of Bobby's mouth and helped him push her underpants out too. I don't know why Bobby didn't just use his hands then but I guess that maybe it's that Suzy'd put stuff in his mouth like that before and she always wants him to wait for somebody else to take it out instead of doing it himself, and he knew that and he wanted to keep being good. While I was getting the stuff out of his mouth Suzy told me that the white stuff was also called come and that it was a lot like the clear stuff except that it came out a lot harder and that when it came out like that the boy whose cock it was coming out of felt real good and her making it come out of Bobby's like cock that had been Bobby's reward wasn't that right Bobby boy, and Bobby just nodded his head. I don't know why having come come out like that -- I bet that's why they call it come, y'know? -- feels so good for boys, but I sure believe Suzy that it does because Bobby looked like he felt real good and happy, so since his ass was still all red and I bet still hurting real bad too I guess that means that having his come come like that must've felt real, _real_ good. Then I asked Suzy if boys were supposed to lick up this kind of come too just like the clear stuff and she said yup and held her hand up in front of Bobby and he leaned forward and slurped it all up out of her hand and swallowed it even though he looked like he didn't like very much. Suzy patted him on the head like he was a real little kid at kindergarten or something and said see, he can be a real good boy when he wants to. Then she smiled at him real nice and said that's why I'm going to keep him and she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead and he looked like he was so happy that I don't understand why he was crying a little too. Then Suzy told Bobby to thank me for punishing him because he'd been a bad boy and he did even though I think it's kind of weird to thank somebody for hurting you like that, and then she made him promise that he'd be good to me from now on and he did and she told me to tell her if he was ever bad to me again and then she giggled and said that it was okay if I made up stuff about him being mean too and told it to her as long as I didn't do it too often and I giggled too because it meant that I could maybe push Bobby around now like he'd always pushed me around and that felt real good. After that, Suzy looked at the clock and said that it was past my bedtime so I went to bed and I was feeling so good that I didn't even mind even though I usually hate going to bed on weekends because I know that everybody else gets to stay up real late. Anyway, Suzy told Bobby to stay where he was and not to play with himself and to get his tongue ready to go to work, I don't know what she meant by that last part, and then she came upstairs with me and helped me get into my pajamas and then she tucked me in and kissed me goodnight and I told her that she was the best babysitter I ever had and she laughed and said that that's just what Bobby always says too and that's when I remembered that she used to be his babystitter before he got big and she was his girlfriend and I wonder if she used to spank him and give him whippings and make him come when she was his babysitter like she does now, and I bet she did. Suzy's a real neat person, and she let me play with Bobby on Sunday too and we had a lot of fun tying him up and tickling him and making him do stuff and stuff like that even though neither one of us punished him again on account of how good he was all day on Sunday. When she left I told Suzy that I can't want until she can visit us again and babysit for me again, and she said that she couldn't either and she also couldn't wait until I got bigger, like twelve or thirteen, so that she and I could _really_ play and have fun together. I asked her what kind of stuff we'd do together when I was bigger but she just smiled and said I'd find out then. Usually I hate it when people tell me things like that but it's okay when Suzy does it. I really like her a lot and I can't wait until I'm bigger. Back to top
My current boyfriend, Mark, likes to show me off, and I like being shown off. Two weeks ago, he told me that a couple of old friends were coming into town, and that he wanted to show me off. Of course, I agreed. On the day they were scheduled to arrive, I selected my outfit, carefully. I wore a half t-shirt, a denim mini-skirt, high heels and nothing else. Mark told me I looked terrific. He especially liked the mini-skirt - it was so short, that if I sat down, you could see everything. I felt very slutty, and that made me feel very sexy. Mark's four friends arrived, and it was obvious they were glad Mark had brought me along. We took them on a mini- tour of the town and then out for a nice dinner. They couldn't keep their eyes off my body. I gave them every chance to peek. Just watching me get in and out of the car had them breaking out in a sweat. "After dinner, we went back to Mark's apartment, to watch some movies he had rented. I wasn't in the mood for a movie and told them so. I may have been a little bitchy about the way I said it, but I wanted to go out and party. Apparently, Mark wasn't in the mood to listen to my lip. He immediately slapped his handcuffs on me, securing my hands behind my back. He told his friends that this was all in fun, and they should watch how he dealt with me. He put me over his lap and pulled my skirt up, to bare my ass to the world. I started yelling at him to stop, and he started spanking me. We had played this game before, and even though his hand was stinging me, I was enjoying it. I continued to yell, and Mark stopped spanking me, stood up and I rolled to the floor - my skirt at my waist, and my pussy on display for his friends. He went to his room and returned with something I'd had only seen in pictures - a ball-gag. He inserted the ball into my mouth and tied the band around my head. It worked; I couldn't talk. Mark laughed and said he had been saving the gag for a special occasion, and that this was it. He pulled me over his lap and began spanking me, again. "After just a few swats, Mark stopped, saying I had enough for the moment. His friends were staring wide-eyed at the whole scene, and I was hot. Mark told me to stand up. He said he was going to give his friends a guided tour of my very fine body. Gagged and handcuffed, I was in no position to refuse. I stood in front of the five guys, with my head down, as Mark raised my t-shirt over my head and shoulders, until it rested on my cuffed hands, and dropped my skirt to my ankles. Mark then started to rub me all over - my heavy breasts and erect nipples, my thighs and still-tender ass, my obviously wet pussy. I could hardly stand this exquisite torture. I was moaning loudly through the gag and swaying on my weakening legs. Mark talked the whole time he was touching me. "Look at these firm tits. Do you see how wet she is? Did you ever see a girl's nipples get as hard as her's?" His friends were getting hornier and rowdier by the second. Mark asked them if they thought I had been a little cockteaser all day, and they all felt me and smiled. Then Mark said, "Kristi, there are five obvious hard-ons here, and I think you better take care of all of them." He pushed me to my knees and removed the gag. One of his friends, who already had his cock out, walked over to me. I was so horny at this whole situation, I immediately sucked his meat into my hot mouth. I wasn't in the mood for long sultry strokes, I only wanted to feel their hard cocks shoot into my mouth. One after another, I blew all four of Mark's friends. Finally, Mark stood before me. I started to kiss and lick and suck on his cock. Within minutes, he put his hands on my head and moved it back and forth as he fucked my mouth. Just as he started to come, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his hot cum all over my face. After I had relieved them all, Mark removed the handcuffs and ordered me to undress. I took off everything except my highheels, then Mark refastened the cuffs. I stood naked in front of the five guys. He then started to finger my soaking wet cunt. My legs felt so week, I almost collapsed to the floor. Mark smiled and said, "You've been a good girl. Follow me." He led me into his bedroom, and made me lie back on the mattress. Then he tied my hands and my ankles to the bedposts. I was spread-eagled on the bed. Mark dropped his pants and slid his again-hard cock all the way into my very ready cunt in one swift stroke. Within seconds, I had a very intense orgasm. It had been held from me for so long, it was very satisfying. Mark dressed and went out to the living room to watch his movies. I was left naked and tied to the bed. Over the next three hours, all five men fucked me as often as they could get hard. They would just walk in, drop their pants and shove it in. I never felt so used in my life, but I truly loved it! My favorite, though, was when two of his friends used me at the same time. One pumping my pussy while the other straddled my chest and fucked my mouth. When the movie was over, Mark entered the bedroom and untied me. He had brought a drink and a washcloth. I gulped the drink, the alcohol adding a slight burning sensation to my throat, then refreshed myself with the washcloth. Mark then had me put only my dress on and told me that we were all going out to get some more beer and another movie. Once at the shopping center, Mark sent his friends to get another video while he and I visited the liquor store. He quickly picked up a case of beer and some scotch and put it on the counter. Upon opening his wallet, he found that he was five dollars short. The clerk suggested that he put the scotch back and return for it later, unless he had money stashed somewhere else. Then Mark grinned and said, "How about something better than money. Is a great blowjob worth five bucks to you?". The clerk wasn't sure if Mark was serious or not but answered "Sure!". Mark then motioned to me to go to it. I rounded the counter and dropped to my knees in front of the young man. I pulled opened his belt and snap, then pulled down his zipper to find that he wore no underwear. I gasped "Oh, my god! Your cock is huge!". It was already getting quite hard and I could just barely get my hand around it. I quickly determined that I wouldn't be able to fit more than the head into my mouth, but I would try. I licked and sucked and kissed as Mark kept an eye out for anyone who might happen by. As I popped the cockhead in and out of my lips, I got hotter and hotter. While Mark and his friends were by no means small, this dick was what dreams were made of. I just had to have it inside of me. "Is a good fuck worth another bottle of Scotch?" I whispered. "You bet! In fact, take the whole order if you want!", was the clerk's reply. With that, I leaned over the countertop and raised my dress to my waist. He came up behind me and rubbed his cock between my pussy lips for lubrication. I pushed back and he pushed forward until I felt absolutely full. "Please, just hold it there a moment. Your cock fills so much of me I want to enjoy the sensation before you pound that delicious beef stick into me". I reached between my legs to fondle his balls and found that he still had at least an inch of cock left. I turned my head to him and said, "Fuck me long and hard. I want all of that magnificent cock in me!". He pulled out until just the head was between my lips and then stroked it in until I felt the pressure against my cervix. He repeated this over and over until I felt myself slipping into multiple orgasms. His pace quickened and I could feel the veins on his cock throb. It swelled a little more and I knew he was ready to release his load. Suddenly he thrust hard and I buck my ass in return, wanting to get him deep inside. Then I felt his cock twitch and I could actually feel each ad every spurt of cum as it entered previously untouched areas of my cunt. He soon pulled out and I turned and again knelt before him. Taking his cock in my mouth, I lapped it clean and sucked him dry before refastening his pants. "Thanks! You were great! Come back anytime you need beer or anything else!", he said as we walked through the door. We found Mark's friends waiting for us at the car. He explained the sequence of events and they all expressed regret at having missed the show. Upon returning to Mark's place, he told me to again undress and lie face down on the bed. Then, he retied the ropes to the bedposts, but with more play than before. Mark then went out into the living room to watch the new movies with his buddies. Meanwhile, I drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by something warm rubbing against my cheek. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mark rubbing his cock against my face. He moved it to my lips and slowly pressed forward. I relaxed my mouth and soon had him in my throat. He moved it in and out, occasionally removing it and rubbing it against my lips and cheeks. Then, as suddenly as he appeared, he left and I was again alone. This happened several times during the night. Mark, or one of his friends would come in for some quick oral sex, then leave before cumming. By morning, I was so horny I could have fucked a fire hydrant. Mark entered the room and said he had a surprise for me. Behind him entered the liquor store clerk and three other guys I didn't know. I turned out that Mark had slipped him his phone number and they had all come over to watch the X-rated tapes he rented. They all then went back to the living room and began watching the tapes. I could hear the movies with their moaning and yelling during the sex scenes. Soon I heard footsteps enter but couldn't turn my head far enough to see who it was. A blindfold was placed over my eyes. More footsteps followed and then the sound of belt buckles and zippers as the men removed their clothes. Something warm brushed against my ass, then against my forehead. Someone wrapped their arms around my waist and raised me to my hands and knees. I felt someone get on the bed in front of me. Then, a pair of hands held my head while another pair held my hips. As if in perfect synchronization, cocks parted by my mouth lips and my pussy lips at the same instant. They began a rocking rhythm -- one pulled out while the other pushed in. This had the effect of making me feel as though there were one very long cock sliding all the way through me. After I had several orgasms, the cock in my mouth exploded. I savored the taste of its cum and sucked it dry. No sooner had he withdrawn than another took its place. Soon, the cock in my pussy deposited its load in my womb and yet another took its place. I lost all track of time as this constant fucking took place, and I stopped counting after I had taken 11 loads in my pussy and swallowed 8 more. My own orgasms had to be close to 30 and I was beginning to tire. As the organ in my mouth gave me more nourishment, the meat in my pussy added its juices to the mixture. Then there were none. I heard Mark say, "Well, her pussy is full and I am sure her stomach is too. I still have a hard-on too! Well, only one easy way to solve that problem!". I felt a familiar cock enter my pussy. Knowing it was Mark, and wanting to thank him properly for fulfilling a life-long fantasy, I was determined to give him a great fuck. I bucked my ass to take him deep. Once, he pulled all the way out and I shoved back quickly to recapture him, only to find he had shifted positions slightly. His cock was halfway into my ass before I had even realized what had happened. He pressed it further and soon I had it all. He reached under me and played with my clit while he plied that heavenly piece of meat in and out of my rectum as though he were playing the violin. I began to come again and I could tell he was too. A few rapid strokes and I could feel the warmth of his cum spread through my ass. He withdrew and I began to relax, only to have another cock thrust into my tight bunghole. This unexpected turn of events sent me right over the edge and I was again experiencing multiple orgasms. As the cock in me released its cum and retreated, another took its place. In all, my asshole was fucked 12 times. I frankly marveled at how often the guys got it up again. Then, after the last one, Mark removed the ropes and blindfold. Everyone had gone. He took me to the bathroom where a hot tub awaited and I cleaned up. We then napped for a few hours. That evening, Mark's friends returned and we all sat around eating pizza and drinking beer while watching another movie. When it was over, Mark removed the tape and placed another in the player. "This is a special tape that I wanted you all to see, especially Kristi!". My mind flashed with recognition as the image on the TV brightened to reveal me tied face-down on the bed. He had taped the whole thing! I watch transfixed as the events of that morning were replayed. As I watched, I could see that the men who fucked me were other friends of Mark's that he must have secretly told to come over. In all, I counted 16 different guys that I took either in my pussy, down my throat, or up my ass. One guy got me all three ways! After the tape was over, Mark said his friends were all horny again and I would have to fix that. I replied that my ass was really sore and my pussy was raw. With that, Mark pushed me to my knees, whipped out his cock and presented it to my mouth. Though my jaw was tired and sore, I gave each one a tender, erotic blowjob. When Mark dropped me off at my house, he smiled at me and told me I had made him very proud for the way I behaved. He kissed me sweetly and I told him it was always my pleasure to be his slave. My jaw and cunt were sore for two days, my ass for three, but it kept reminding me of the fun I had. Back to top
She laid naked on a plywood table. A metal band circled her neck. Smaller bands encircled both wrists. A short chain, linking the three, held her wrists behind her head. A heavy chain ran down the center of the table. A padlock bound her collar to the chain. The room was too dark to see anything, but she heard the gentle breathing of her sisters. "Yes," thought the 36 year old brunette, "I made the right choice," as she drifted off to sleep. Three days ago Susan was a senior vice-president of a major Wall Street firm. She had prestige and personal wealth. There was no end of men interested in her. Susan had dated some, when it helped her career. A few could help her enough for her to bed them. Despite all of her success, Susan was empty and bone tired. She was tired of creating multimillion dollar transactions, of being a driving, dominating woman in the business world, of choosing her dates based on business considerations. She was tired of having to make decisions on every aspect of her life. Last year, after a Mediterranean vacation, Susan decided to change her life. After having heard vague rumors of the Society for several years, she started tracking these rumors in the corridors of wealth and power she walked. Nine months ago, she sent out a tentative feeler. Seven months ago, a wax sealed envelope was slipped under her door. A strange design was impressed into the wax. The handwritten script inside said she had an appointment at International Import and Export Associates. The notice was signed "THE SOCIETY." She kept the appointment with a mixture of hope and skepticism. An attractive brunette receptionist administered hours of psychological tests. Then she was interviewed by a young man, who never identified himself. He questioned her in detail about every aspect of her life: business, educational, social and sexual. Susan left nine hours later, with the feeling that every part of her psyche was discovered and probed. When weeks and then months went by, Susan began thinking she made a mistake. Last month another letter came under the same seal. The next day, she gave her 30 days notice. When she got home that evening, she found her mailbox empty. A little surprised at this, she went into her condo and found it stripped. In shocked disbelief she wandered from room to room. Every cabinet and closet was open and empty. Wires with colored plastic caps stuck out of the walls and ceilings where once there were light fixtures, outlets and switches. Cheap shades covered the windows. In the master bedroom, an old mattress lay on the floor. At its head was a tape deck with a pair of headphones. By the far wall was a closed streamer trunk with a wax sealed envelope on top. With trembling hands, she opened the envelope. A hotel key fell out. The letter simply stated that if she had changed her mind, she was to use the hotel key and everything would be returned. Otherwise, she was to follow the instructions on the next page. For several minutes, Susan's heart raced and her mind churned as she stared at the instruction page. Then she lowered her hand, closed her eyes and breathed deeply and slowly. Now calm, she opened her eyes and began taking off her clothes and jewelry, putting them in a neat pile next to the trunk. She opened the trunk and took out a pair of handcuffs. Turning the metal cuffs over in her hand, she shivered. Then quickly, before she could change her mind, she put a cuff around her right wrist and locked it down. She felt better having made that commitment and locked the other cuff on the left wrist. Without any further hesitation, she got the legcuffs and locked them onto her ankles. She then took the last item out of the truck: a padlock. Kneeling, she placed all of her belongings in the trunk and locked it with the padlock. She started to the bathroom, stumbled and shortened her stride to the length of chain connecting her ankles. She took a bath with just soap and water using a rough washcloth. Sitting in the warm water with the metal on her wrists and ankles, she was more relaxed than she had been in years. She leaned back, eyes half closed, and rubbed the metal against her breasts, pressing her legs together tightly. Every nerve in her body felt as if they were being softly caressed. Reluctantly Susan stood when the water cooled and shook off the excess. In the bedroom she laid on the floor on her back. Putting her hands above her head, she started squirming to dry her back on the carpet. Rolling onto her belly she started to dry her front. Her nipples hardened under the friction. Her breath shortened. All of the sensations she felt in the tub intensified. She tried to rub her sex against the carpet, but the chain was too short. Flushed and panting, she cried in frustration and rose to her knees, furiously rubbing her sex with her right hand. She was hot. Hotter than she had ever been. She tried to reach her breasts with her left hand, but the cuffs held her back. With a grunt she threw her shoulders to the floor, and ground her breasts into the carpet. For an eternity Susan stayed there. Legs straining against the chains. Hips in the air, moving frantically as she ground her breasts against the floor and drove her hand into her sex. Her breath came in gasps. Her face flushed and contorted with strain, she was the sexual animal she never had allowed herself to be. With a scream, she went over the edge and collapsed. Some time later, Susan stirred. On legs were too weak to walk, she crawled to the kitchen. Pulling herself up with her hands, she got the single microwave dinner from the freezer and put it in the microwave. While it heated, she greedily drank water from her hands She ate with her fingers, sitting on the kitchen floor. Feeling somewhat stronger after eating, but drained and tired Susan crawled back to the bedroom. She put on the headphones, turned on the tape deck and stretched out on the mattress. She smiled when she recognized Brahms. As she drifted off to sleep, she did not notice her hands sliding back to her crotch. Nor did she detect the subliminal messages on the tape telling her "OBEY SLAVE." Years of habit woke Susan at 6 a.m., her hands still grasping herself. She headed for the bathroom to relieve herself. Halfway across the room, she realized with a start that she was crawling on her hands and knees. She flushed with embarrassment, but did not get up. Crawling back to the bedroom, she saw clothes hanging in the closet. Someone had entered the bedroom while she slept and left a single set of clothes in the closet! The suit and blouse was one of regular business suits. The lingerie was not. Susan had never worn lingerie like this before, let alone even consider wearing it to work. Rather than pantyhose, there was a very lacy white garter belt and white hose. The bra was a sanity, lace demicup. The panty was made of the same material, but was the smallest piece of material she could imagine. Very reluctantly, Susan unlocked the cuffs and put them and the key in the bag. After putting on the lingerie, she looked at herself in the mirror. Susan felt more exposed than when she was naked. After dressing, Susan went to the kitchen and discovered the remains from her previous meal were gone. A thermos of coffee sat on the counter. She finished that and went to work with a lighter step. Susan's weekdays continued in this pattern. Every evening there was another wax sealed envelope on top of the trunk with a key to the same hotel room and an offer to change her mind. Susan willingly chose to lock her clothes in the trunk and lock herself in chains. In fact, as the month progressed, she found it harder and harder to concentrate on her work. She often found herself daydreaming of the evening when she would be on the bedroom carpet, damp from her bath and lust. The cold calculating businesswoman was becoming a sex addict. The weekends were different. Saturday mornings her hair and nails were done. In the afternoons she had medical or dental exams. Sundays, she was given a list of convenience stores and fast food restaurants in the area and instructed to be at each at a specific time and make a specific purchase. All the purchases were minor like a cup of coffee or package of gum. She was not to consume any of them, but to put them on her kitchen counter. Although confused, she followed instructions. On her last day at work, she left the office in time to stop at her bank. She withdrew all of the money in her savings and checking accounts, walking out with a cashier check for $150,000. She immediately drove to International Import and Export Associates. "Good afternoon Ms. Hillman, we've been expecting you." The same blonde receptionist smiled pleasantly and seated Susan in the chair next to her desk. "Do you have some papers for us?" Susan handed the blonde an envelope from her purse. The receptionist then had her endorse the cashiers check and sign the title to her car. In the next several minutes, Susan signed a deed for her condo, transferred control of her brokerage and money market accounts, and signed a complete power of attorney. When the last of these papers were back in the folder, the receptionist said, "There is just one more to sign, but I can't help you with that. If you'll just wait here a minute." She left with the folder and returned with a box, which she placed on her desk. "Please take off your clothes and put them in this box." Susan hesitated a moment until she heard the blonde locking the door to the suite. Once she had stripped, the receptionist took naked woman's hands and placed them behind her neck, interlocking the fingers. She tilted her head down until Susan was looking at the floor a couple of feet in front of her. She pushed the brunette's legs apart until her feet were about a foot and a half apart. "Remember, unless you are told otherwise, always keep your hands behind your head and look down. If you are standing, keep your feet spread like this. If you are sitting, spread your knees this far." To Susan's surprise, the blonde then stripped. Two inch metal bands circled her neck and wrist. The design of the wax seal Susan had seen so often was tattooed on the woman's left breast. A small metal disk hung from a short chain attached to a ring in her vaginal lip. Smiling, the naked receptionist hugged the brunette. "We are always naked before Them." Sensing her concern, she kissed Susan and softly assured her, "They will enjoy you." She returned to her desk, took a small ring from a drawer and put it through her nose. With a box of towlettes, she removed Susan's makeup and then her own. Placing her own arms behind her head, the blonde led Susan around the corner and down a corroder. With her head lowered, Susan stared at "SLUT 523" tattooed on the woman's right cheek. They were joined by a redhead, collared and marked as the blonde. Before opening the inner door, the redhead turned to Susan and softly said, "Remember to keep your head down and don't say anything unless you are given permission to speak." As the redhead turned to open the door, Susan saw her tattoo was "TITS 56C." The three nude women walked across a thick carpet with their hands behind their heads to a massive desk. "Sit down Ms. Hillman," a strong male voice commanded. Susan sat in a rough wooden chair, keeping her hands behind her head, her head down and remembering to keep her knees spread. The women knelt on either side of her. "There is one document left for you to sign," the voice said as a piece of parchment was pushed across the desk to Susan. "Pick it up and read it." With trembling hands, Susan read the long document entitled a Chattel Deed. She swallowed hard when she saw herself called "property." She blushed while reading she had tits not breasts, an ass not buttocks, and a cunt not a vagina. In great detail, the document detailed the transfer of all her property to the Society. Included in the list of "property" transferred were every part of her body! The Society had the right to permanently mark its property, use it in any way, loan it, rent it or even sell it. Susan was stripped of every civil and human right. Even her name was taken. Her new designation was "cunt 158." A bit paler, Susan returned the document to the desk and returned her hands behind her head. "Have you read it? Speak!" "Yes, sir." "Do you understand what this means? You will control nothing. All your property gone. Your body, even your mind, under the control of other. Speak!" "Yes, sir," Susan said very softly. "Do want to change mind? This is your last chance." Susan sat silently. "Speak!" "No, sir. I want to sign it." "You can't sign it. You no longer have a name." The man slid a small box to the end of the desk. The blonde took a small, clear glass dish from the box and set it next to the document. The brunette sat passively as the redhead pricked her finger and squeezed blood onto the dish. The blonde guided her in dipping her index finger in the blood and making an "X" on the document. The redhead applied lipstick thickly and the blonde guided her head to the document. cunt 158 sealed the document of her enslavement with her lips. As the other women gather up the document and left the room, the man walked around the desk and sat at the front. With her head lowered, cunt 158 could not see above his chest. "We have several members who are interested in you. By the way, they have already seen you on your Sunday trips. They have also seen this..." With a small box in his hand, the man stretched his right arm to the wall. Following his hand, she saw a television set in the wall. All color drained from her face as the brunette realized she was the one on the screen, ass swinging in the air as she ground her tits into the carpet and frantically rubbed her clit. Somehow they had taped her evening passions on the bedroom carpet! "You certainly enjoy chains. What else? Here," commanded the male, pointing to a spot in front of him. With weak legs, the brunette obeyed, standing with her feet apart, hands behind her legs and eyes down. She gasped slightly when a hand felt the softness of her thighs. She moaned when he caressed her right nipple. Her moan deepened when he cruelly twisted the red pebble between his thumb and finger. The man released the nipple and raised her head. His clear blue eyes looked into her half glazed eyes. She could not return the stare. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. Her head suddenly wiped back, eyes wide open as the man grabbed her sex and drove two fingers into her. She reacted instinctively, grinding herself on the impaling hand. Waves of pleasure and humiliation swept over her. Her breath came is gasps. Her eyes closed as she focused entirely on the hand within her. As she started to peak, it was gone. In astonishment she looked at the man. With a condescending smile, he dried his hand on her face. "Your wet," he said as he turned to leave the room. Before going out the door, he commanded "Stay! Your sister will be back for you." Cunt 158 sobbed. She desperately wanted to fuck herself, to drive her fingers deep. She needed to cum, but the command to stay was too strong. She knew she was owned and obeyed her owner. Tears ran continuously down her face and fell onto her breasts. She was still standing there, feet wide apart, hands behind her head, sobbing uncontrollably when the blonde returned. Wrapping her arms around the sobbing woman, she gave her strength. When cunt 158's sobs stopped, her sister kissed away her tears and cleaned her face. In another room she was photographed and fingerprinted. The Society's seal was tattooed on her right breast and "CUNT 158" was tattooed on her left ass. A heavy, two inch collar was permanently locked on her neck. There were D rings at the front and the back of the collar. Smaller metal bands were attached to both wrists. A length of chain fastened her wrists to the back of the collar as her nose was pierced and a ring inserted. Finally, her cunt lip was pierced and a ring attached. Later a fine chain would be attached suspending a metal disk bearing the Society's seal. In a break room, a heavy chain was attached to the front of her collar. The collar ran to the blonde's collar, then to the redhead's collar and to a bolt in the floor. The three naked, bound women knelt in silence until they were fed by hand by one of the cleaning staff. When the food was gone, the cleaning man opened his pants and walked to cunt 158. Without being told, she opened her mouth. Holding her hair, he fucked her mouth. As a free woman, she would never consent to oral sex. In chains, she eagerly sought to swallow all his cum. They were then chained on the tables for the night. At first the brunette found the heavy chain beneath her uncomfortable. Then she heard the others' chains rattling and their soft moaning. Listening in the darkness, cunt 158 realized her sisters were rubbing against their chains. After several tries, she manipulated so one of the large links was against her clit. In a few moments her moaning joined that of her sisters. Gradually the moaning subsided, replaced with the soft breathing of sleep. Her last thought before succumbing to sleep was "SLAVE OBEYS". Back to top
The phone rang at her desk. She answered it. He whispered to her to meet him on the corner in five minutes. Don't wear any underwear or else. She dashed into the ladies room, rapidly divesting herself of her bra, panties and stockings. She was grateful that she'd worn that long, silky dress that buttoned up the front today. Otherwise she never could have undressed so quickly. Then, she would have been in big trouble. She rushed outside, praying that she was there before him. The last time she was late, he made her pay dearly. Seconds after she arrived, she saw his Porsche quickly approaching. He screeched to a halt at the corner, opening the door for her, ordering her inside. He looked her over carefully for signs of underwear. Reaching over he strapped her in, his hands wandering over her loose breasts as he snapped the seatbelt tight. His hands brushed her tits once more. He noticed her nipples beginning to make little peaks in her blue silk dress. He handed her a pair of sunglasses and ordered her to put them on. They covered her eyes all around and she discovered she couldn't see anything through them. She wondered what he had in mind for her this time. She could feel herself beginning to heat up in anticipation. She loved these fantasies they had started playing out last year. As she felt the car pull away from the curb, she heard his low sexy voice tell her to unbutton all but two of the buttons going up the front of her dress. Slowly she started unbuttoning them, first the top one, then the next, then the next. Looking over he could see more than an outline of her luscious breasts. Now, leave the next two buttoned, he told her. Then she started unbuttoning from the bottom. First, the last one, then the next. That must be all, she thought, if I'm supposed to leave two buttoned. The wind from the slightly open car window rustled her dress exposing more of her. The Porsche had speeded up, no longer stopping and starting. She figured they must be on a freeway now. Where could he be taking her? Suddenly she realized he was talking to her again. She had been lost in the fantasies. What was he saying? Slide down in the seat, he said, and spread your legs open. Ah, yes, now I can see those delicious parts of you I like, he said in a low voice. Sit yourself so all of the lower part of you is against the leather. I want that wet pussy of yours to make prints on the seat. She did as she was told, feeling the leather cool and smooth against her ass. She felt so exposed, naked practically in the car. She was afraid men in other cars might see her like this. She only did this for him, not anyone else. Listening to the road noise, she thought they must be traveling quite fast. She still had no idea where they were. Play with your tits, show me how you turn yourself on, he demanded. She took a breast in each of her hands. She had very petite hands which only covered about a third of each of her full, heavy breasts. She caressed them, her hands rubbing all over them. He leaned over slightly and took her left nipple and began to roll it between his fingers. Pulling and pinching it slightly, it was getting stiff and hard between his fingers. Do the other one, he told her. She began to play with her nipple, flicking her forefinger back and forth across it. Now lick it, he ordered. She leaned over and took as much as she could into her mouth. She licked it all around, her wet tongue making everything glisten. Show me how you suck it. She held her breast in both hands so that she could get her mouth around it. She suckled like a baby on her own boob. Bite it, bite it, he urged her. She nibbled gently. He could see her tit between her teeth. She was really getting turned on. She couldn't believe how wet she was getting. She wondered how hard he was. She wanted to reach over and measure the bulge in his jeans but she knew she didn't dare be aggressive right now. She could feel the heat building inside of her. She wanted to feel the slick wetness between her legs. She started to sneak her hand down towards it. She hoped he couldn't see her. She didn't want to get in any trouble. She couldn't resist the temptation to touch her pussy, feel the honey oozing out of her from loving her own breasts. Not only that but the car was starting to have the smell of sex. All of her senses were aroused. As her finger moved closer, she kept licking her lips, her tongue circling them unconsciously. Her breathing quickened as her finger started to enter that hot hole. Her juices were flowing so much that she hardly had to move her finger for it to slide in and out. Little moans escaped from deep in her throat. Oh, no, she worried, he'll catch me now... The car was slowing down, he was pulling over to the side of some road. It was dark outside now and she could smell trees, pine, perhaps. He hadn't said anything to her in a long time. He had been content to watch her play with herself in that sly way but now he had other ideas. She had been so preoccupied pleasuring herself, that she was surprised to feel the car roll to a stop. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her free hand forcefully and ordered her to keep playing with herself with the other. He took her closest breast into his mouth, sucking the nipple hard, his tongue rolling around it. The sensation was intense, the moans stopping in her throat, she tried to remain silent. He kissed and licked up and down and around her tit, making it wet. As his tongue moved up her body to her neck, he stopped periodically to take her flesh between his lips and teeth, sucking and making visible love bites. As he heard the sweet sounds of her finger moving in and out of her hot pussy, he could tell she was very aroused and getting close to cumming. Reaching down he took hold of the hand she had been working on her hot hole and began to lick each finger savoring the taste of her. In heat, a moan escaped from her mouth. She wanted more, now, but he was in no hurry to give it to her. Instead, putting her arms at her side, he slipped her wrists into the cuffs at each side of the seat and made them fast so she couldn't move them. He returned to loving her breasts, first one, then the other, until she began to move her head from side to side in ecstasy. Abruptly, he thrust his long, thick tongue into her mouth, kissing her powerfully and deeply. His hand rubbed her pussy and a finger began to probe deeper inside. She felt it pushing something inside her. He continued kissing, her sucking gently on her lips, licking all around her mouth. She could feel him fingering her now ultra- sensitive clit, her juices pouring out of her onto the leather seat. He rolled her clit between his fingers, her body twitching with the little electriclike shocks which were running throughout her body. She had begun to pant, her breasts heaving... Now he had her how he liked her - super hot and horny, wet and wild for him. He put his now slick finger into her mouth. Lick it clean, he said, taste yourself. She did as she was told. She was on fire, wanting to be satisfied. His fingers started buttoning her dress closed. He felt her succulent breasts through the silky fabric of her dress and rubbed his palms across her nipples until the outline of them could be seen quite clearly. He spoke to her for the first time in what seemed like hours. I'm going to free your hands and remove the glasses so that we can go inside here and have a drink. You are not to speak unless I tell you to, ok? And, I've left a little present or two in that snatch of yours so that you don't cool down too much. If either of those little balls leave your pussy, who knows what might happen to you next. When we're inside, you are to look down and not make eye contact with anyone but me, understand? Opening the car door, he got out and went around to let her out. Walk in front of me, he said, I want to watch how you move that ass of yours. He reached out and ran a hand over her cheeks. She felt herself blush, hoping no one could see. She could feel those little balls inside her move as she walked. She felt as though she were in a state of constant stimulation. He pulled the door to the tavern open and ushered her inside. They sat at a little table at one side. Spread your legs a little now, he ordered. She did but had to tighten her pussy muscles as she did so. She was so wet and slippery, she was afraid that the little balls would slip out of her. You're the only woman in here and I want all those men to see what they're going to miss out on. Stay here, I'm going to get us something to drink. He walked away, noticing the hungry looks on the other drinkers faces. Left alone all she could think about was relieving the tension that had built up inside her ever since she had gotten in the car. Surreptitiously, she tried rubbing her thighs together aware every moment of the little balls inside her. She worked her pussy muscles, tightening them, releasing them carefully, hoping she could get off before he came back. She was afraid she might push the little balls out if she worked those muscles too hard. Her skin and nerves were on edge from the constant stimulation and attention that had been paid her so far that evening. At the bar, he ordered their drinks. The bartender leaned close to him, remarking on what a fine looking lady he was with tonight. I wouldn't mind getting to know her better myself, he said as he poured. Now, that's an idea, the man said to the bartender. Is there somewhere the three of us could be alone together? There's no one in the room with the pool table right now, how about we meet there when my shift ends in a few minutes? All right, he said, picking up their drinks to take back to the table. Approaching the table, he could see the glazed look on her face. Moving quickly, he sat down before she had succeeded in achieving her goal. If anything, all she had done was to get herself flushed and even more turned on. She stirred and realized that there would be no immediate relief in sight. She sipped her drink, hoping she could regain her composure quickly. Turning to her, he said, in a few minutes, I want you to get up, walk very seductively across the room and go into the room where the pool table is and wait for me there. You understand? She nodded her acknowledgement. She wondered what he had in mind. This was something new. Now, go!, he said. She took the last sip of her drink, stood up and started to cross the room. He watched her walk, her ass swaying sensuously in the silk dress. He glanced at the other men, some licking their lips as they followed her movements. He knew that they could see her full breasts press up against the front of her dress as she walked. Even the dark triangle of her bush was visible as she walked. She reached the doorway of the game room and entered it. Her breath came unevenly since the little balls moved inside her increasing the friction and excitement with every step she took. Swiftly, he got up, walking firmly towards the doorway. Once inside the room, he gently closed the door as he dimmed the lights to almost darkness. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her fully on the mouth, his tongue pushing through her lips. Grabbing her ass, he pulled her to him, rubbing his hard cock up against her. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a silk scarf which he used to blindfold her. Running his hands all over her hot body, he unbuttoned once again the top buttons of her dress, pulling the material to each side so that her beautiful breasts were exposed to the air. His big hands fondled her breasts as his long tongue began to lick her starting at her navel and working its way up her body. Taking one of her already hard nipples in his mouth, he sucked at it, flicking his tongue across the tip. He did the same to the other one. She could hardly contain her moans. Leaning against the pool table, he turned her around, lifted the back of her dress and freed his bulging cock from his jeans so that it was hard against her ass. All this time, she kept remembering that she didn't dare let go of the little balls inside her. She was so turned on and yet she couldn't let herself go. She didn't want to get in trouble that way by losing them. Her pussy juices were practically running down her legs, she was so hot. She was so engrossed in keeping her pussy muscles clenched tight enough that she didn't hear the door open and close as the bartender joined them. He padded silently up to her and started licking and nibbling her breasts. Startled, she realized that someone else had joined them. Her lover's hands roamed her asscheeks, lightly pinching them. He moved her hands to the bartenders crotch, rubbing them around as the bulge in the pants got larger. Getting the idea, she unzipped the bartender's pants, taking his big dick in her hands. Behind her she felt her lover rub his cock all around in her pussy juices. The bartender pushed her head down to his dick. She took the tip of it between her lips and ran her tongue around the head until it was all wet. The bartender's hands ran through her hair, firmly and insistently moving her head, forcing her to take more of him into her mouth. Her mouth worked his cock, her tongue teasing against the head, running up and down the ridge. Her hand gripped the base of his cock, moving it in rhythm as she sucked. Behind her the engorged head of her lover's cock rubbed up and down her crack. His hands spread her cheeks open as he pushed the head into her butthole. She groaned as he entered the dark tunnel. He rested briefly, waiting for her ass muscles to relax around him and accept his hardness. Feeling the resistance leave, he began a slow in and out movement. Several times, he pulled himself almost all the way out and then thrust fully into her ass. Her body was trembling with excitement. A finger started stroking her clit, bringing her ever closer to cumming, then stopped. The bartender groaned loudly with pleasure. She knew exactly how to use her mouth and tongue to pleasure him. Suddenly, he pushed her head down futher, forcing her to take all of him in her throat. She could feel that hard cock in her ass start to shoot hot cum deep inside her. Hearing groans in front of her and behind her, the bartender started spurting inside her mouth. She was surrounded by noises of relief and pleasure...and she was even more teased and turned on, the little balls practically floating in her pussy juices. If she didn't get to cum soon she didn't know how much more of this she could take...but, then, she didn't have any other choice tonight but to go along with him, did she... Back to top
I am sitting in front of my vanity waiting. The only sound that I hear is my heart pounding. Ever since you called me this morning I have been thinking about you and tonight and what it will bring.While I was taking my shower just a few hours earlier , the tought of you coming for me was overwhelming. As the hot water washed over me, I smoothed the soap onto me. Slowly up my arms and down my sides, my belly and my legs, I slowly bring my hand up between my legs and gently fondle myself as my othe r hand feels my breast and its hard nipple. I suddenly hear the word "No" in my mind and my eyes fly open and my hands drop to my sides immediately. You have told me I am never to give myself pleasure unless you tell me too. I see your face and remem ber the first time I had taken it upon myself to give myself pleasure. The anger in your eyes and the harshness of your voice. I remember position two and the hours you made me kneel like that with my hands tied behind my head while you laid on the b ed and watched T.V. Only once did you come over and check on my hands your hand running down my back to my ass and giving it a couple of hard smacks. Finally after 3 hours of waiting you allow me to stand up and you untie my hands, then hold me close to you telling me you are the only one who will ever give me pleasure.I continue to wait, my hands in my lap. I look at the necklace laying there, all shiny and gold. You gave this to me when you decided to take me as your slave. Only being aloud to wear it when you take me with you.Then I hear your car arrive out side the house and listen for your key in the door. I hear the door close and as your coming up the steps my heart feels like it is going to come out of my breast. You come into the r oom, I don't dare turn my head and look at you, I only stare at the necklace. I hear you move behind me and see your hand reach down and pick up the necklace. I feel the coolness of the gold on my throat as you hook it in the back. The choker is a ge ntle reminder of who I belong to. As your hands rest on my shoulders I start to relax a little, knowing that you are pleased with the way I look and how I am dressed. Your hands slide down my arms and you pull me up and turn me to you. You kiss my mo uth gently, coaxing my mouth open with your tongue. As your kiss deepens you pull me even closer. My body sways and leans on you, it feels like your kiss is taking everything from me, right down to my soul. When you do release me my lips feel like th ey are on fire. You take my arm and lead me out of the room and down the stairs. You pick up my bag and hand it to me as we go out the door to your car. Opening the door for me, I get into the car and you lock and close the door. Finally on out way, we talk and tell each other how our day has been. We laugh and smile, I love to see you smile.We arrive at the party and before we leave the car you turn and look at me as your fingers brush my cheek. With out saying a word I know what you expect of me. Never speak unless spoken too always stay a little behind you, all the unspoken commands, I know them all.We enter the party and it doesn't take long before we are separated. Smiling and chatting with friends. Time flies by. Then I feel it, your eyes are on me and I know it. I turn and search the room for you and find you. The tightness I feel in my chest is unmistakable,and I can hardly breath. The people around us seem to fade away. Someone calling my name make me break eye contact with yo u. When I did I knew it was wrong. Soon I felt you beside me taking my arm and excusing us you lead me from the room and up the stairs. You take me to a room at the end of the hall and close the door behind us. I start to plead with you and tell you I am sorry but I know it will do no good. You take me over to a chair and you sit down pull me over your lap. You whip my dress up and my panties down. I try to wiggle away from you but I know that will only make it worse. You start smacking my ass u ntil it is red and hot. Finally, you stand bringing me up with you. The tears in my eyes run down my cheeks as you say to me,"You are never to look away from me first, do you understand? I whisper,"Yes". You look at me and say "what"? I say,"Yes sir" . You go to the door as I fix my dress and I follow you. You stop and look at me and say,"Give me your panties". Without one word I take them down and off and hand them to you. You smile as you put them in your pocket. Walking down the hall the dress rubs on my ass and makes it sting all the more. Even though it hurts I love the feel of it. I can feel the wetness between my legs as we go back to the party. The rest of the evening I stay with you never leaving your side.When we reach home I go st raight to the bathroom and undress and wash. Turn and look at the cheeks of my ass and they are still pink and warm. I brush my hair and come out into the bedroom. I see the case on the bed and I see the dresser pulled away from the wall and nothing on it. You are standing there naked with the cuffs in your hand. I can feel myself flush all over. I walk over to you and offer my hands to you. You place the cuffs on my wrists snugly. You pick up the blindfold and I start to back away from you. "No " I whisper to you."You know how much I hate that!" You grab the chain between the cuffs and pull me close and turn me around. You slip the leather blindfold over my head and fasten it. You move me in front of the dresser and tie my legs to the feet of the dresser then leaning me over the top of the dresser you tie one end of the rope to one dresser leg, run it through the cuffs and tie it to the other dresser leg. I feel your hands running over my back and my ass. Your fingers slide down my wet slit and you find my clit and stroke it bringing me to an instant climax. I tell you the ropes are too tight but you tell me to be quiet or you will have to gag me. Coming around in front of me your fingers rake through my hair as you life my head u p. I feel your cock brushing against my lips as I flick my tongue out and catch that drop of pre-cum on my tongue. Holding my head you slide your cock into my mouth slowly. All the way in. Then out nice and slow. I hear you groan as I feel your cock moving in and out faster now. Harder and harder you fuck my mouth, but you stop just before going over the edge. You move back behind me and I feel your cock rubbing up and down my dripping pussy lips. Then in one quick thrust you ram into me hard. I cry out as your cock sinks into my cunt. Your hands are on my hips pulling me back to you. I try to push back but I can't move. Harder and harder you pound into me. "Tell me what you want" you say to me. Hardly being about to speak I try to say it. Harder you thrust into me "Tell me" you shout at me. Finally I say,"I want you to cum inside of me". "What" you shout. I scream "I want you to cum inside of me, please Master. I moan as I feel your cum shoot into my pussy. You groan and thrust hard a s the cum pours out and into me and out and down my thighs. Totally spent, you slump over my back breathing hard. You catch your breath and slowly stand up. You pull out of me slowly and walk around in front of me. You stoop down and take off the bli ndfold. I blink my eyes a couple of times and look at you. "Tell me what you feel," you ask me. "There is no other way I want to feel," I tell you. "I want to be completely controlled and possessed by you. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. As long as you keep me for your slave and let me love you and satisfy you". Back to top
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