Thanks for all the great comments on the first five chapters. There are nine total, and I’ll get the rest posted soon. If you like this story you might enjoy my two collections of short erotica and my erotic-romance novel, which you can find on fictionwise.com under the name Zen Mackie.
Part 1 can be found here:
http://stories.xnxx.com/story/35128/Melissa_Gets_Put_Out_Part_1
In which Melissa violates her curfew. and as punishment is placed in the family pillory on the front lawn for the next two days. And after she is put out, her disgruntled younger brother plays a counting game with her with some of his lunch, before heading off to school.
Author’s note: As a wise man once said, “Specificity is the soul of all good communication.” I must admit that I mis-communicated in part one. I was using the term stocks, when what I actually meant was pillory. I hope my readers can forgive me my error. Additionally, I appreciate all comments, both positive and negative. While I think I know where this story is going, my characters have begun to surprise me a bit.
MELISSA GETS PUT OUT
Part 2
After a couple of minutes the spasms subsided, but the pressure inside her didn’t abate, she had to get these things out of her. She got her feet back under her rear, she was still bent at the waist, but she no longer thought she was in danger of falling while in the pillory, and hurting herself. She started trying to push the carrots out, like she was going to take a huge crap right in the front lawn, but she couldn’t get anything going from this angle. She shifted from one foot to the other, and felt that the plastic baggie was still poked halfway into her ass, and she couldn’t do anything to work it free.
After nearly twenty minutes of fruitless struggles, the front door opened, and her mother stepped out, she walked in front of her daughter, and looked down at her critically, then her nose wrinkled.
“Oh, Lord, you smell like a toilet already.”
She disappeared around the side of the house,and was gone for a moment, she came back dragging the hose, the pistol grip in one dish-glove clad hand, and several coils of green hose in the other. She stood back, and sprayed Melissa in the face with a heavy stream of cold water. The cold was shocking, and drove any hint of arousal from Melissa’s body, she began to cramp even harder around the knot of carrots her brother had fed into her ass one by one, and it wasn’t helped when, after she was done thoroughly dousing her daughter’s face, Sharon began to work her way around, playing the strong blast of cold water up and down her body. When she reached the the back, she didn’t stint her daughter’s pussy and ass. She had been spraying the cold water directly at her daughter’s pussy when she noticed the baggie stuffed into Melissa’s ass.
“What have you gotten yourself into already?” she sniffed as she pulled the bag out. “Honestly.”
Suddenly one of her mother’s dish-gloved fingers was jammed up her ass past the second knuckle, this got a grunting groan from Melissa.
“The little shit stuffed a whole bag of carrots up there, Mom!”
The finger was whipped out of her ass, and her mother was in front of her in an instant, two hard slaps rang against her face.
“I am not your mother, and I will not have you speak of a member of this household so. If you must address me, you may call Mrs. Donnelly, Mam, or Mistress, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mam.” said Melissa meekly.
“Now, do you want those things stuffed up there for the next two days? Believe you me, they won’t get any more comfortable.”
“No, Mam.”
“Then you’ll do as I say.” Melissa saw her mother stripping off a glove as she walked around behind her again. She felt the glove laid across her back, like it was some kind of end table, and the gloved finger returned, as she heard her mother muttering under her breath.
“I’m going to have to talk to that boy about his nutrition…”
She poked around in there for a while, and as she did, Melissa’s sense of shame deepened, her mother was treating her like some kind of chore, not necessarily unpleasant, but simply workaday, like laundry or vacuuming.
“Those are really in there… I guess there’s nothing to it but this.”
And with that, the questing finger was removed, and suddenly the rough metal of the nozzle of the hose pistol was pressed to her anus.
“Wha!” Melissa squeaked as cold water flooded her already stretched and cramping bowels. She could feel the icy water blaze a trail past the carrot blockade and run a deep twisting path through her guts. The water was relentless, it just kept coming, the hose on full, she felt like her belly was filling up, becoming huge and swollen like Tanya’s had been when she was pregnant, and it was so cold, she began to shiver all over as gooseflesh raced across her skin.
Suddenly the water stopped, and the nozzle was removed, and Melissa began to push out the flood that had entered her body.
“Not yet!” snapped her mother as she quickly replaced the nozzle with the dish-glove she had removed, stuffing it roughly into her ass. The glove felt huge, stretching her sphincter and sealing it at the same time, as nearly the whole thing was wadded up and stuffed in.
“You hold all that in, while I go get what we really need.” and with that, her mother disappeared back inside the house.
Melissa shivered from the cold, her nipples hard as rock, and for once, not from any kind of arousal, no blush, no matter how fierce could warm the cramping cold inside her guts. A cold slow trickle made its way past the glove and ran down her legs. A morning bird began to sing in the tree above, and Melissa hated it for existing. Her restrained hands clutched in tight fists. She hurt too much to cry.
She saw her mother reappear in the kitchen, placing the mop bucket in the sink and running water into it, and she seemed to have another, smaller pail from somewhere with several items in it, one of them looked like a comically large syringe.
As she came out, Melissa saw that her mother had rolled up her sleeves, and had donned what looked to be elbow length latex gloves, a pail in each hand, The mop bucket obviously heavy and full of steaming sudsy water. Mom went straight behind her and set to work, unpacking the other pail. She heard several things set on the ground, and a distinctive “ding” as a the kitchen timer was placed sharply on the top of the pillory.
“Now,” her Mom began, “you’re never going to be able to push anything out standing like that. You need to work your feet forward, and squat down, arching your back as you do, DO NOT begin to push until I remove the glove, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mo…Mam, Mistress.”
“Good, now start moving your feet.”
Melissa was able to do as her mother had instructed, taking short steps forward, and squatting down as she did so. It put some pressure on her back and neck, but she had been in the same position for nearly two hours, and even this small change felt like a relief. She felt the bucket placed under her lowered ass, and suddenly, in a single tug, the dish-glove was whisked away, and the need to void her bowels was undeniable.
Melissa felt and heard the water pour out of her in a rush, the overwhelming pressure relieved, there was also a satisfying plink, plink, plink, as some of the carrots were expelled in the rush, She gasped and panted, thinking that it was over, but less than a minute later, she felt her insides spasm again, and another rush of water and a few carrots more shot out out of her ass and into the waiting bucket.
“That water is filthy, I thought I told my daughter to go to the bathroom again, this morning.” her mother complained, “We’ll just have to take care of this now.”
Her mother took the bucket, and Melissa saw her carry it to the front of the house, and dump it behind her azalea bushes.
“We’re going to have to open you up a bit to get them all out” her mother declared when she returned, and Melissa heard something make a spurting noise, like the catsup bottle when it was running low.
“Alright, stand back up.”
As she did she felt her mother’s fingers at her asshole again, they were smoother, thinner without the dish-gloves, and they were also slippery, the first one slipped in smoothly, easily without resistance. Her mother’s finger was warm after the cold rush of water. The finger began to pump itself in and out of her ass, and was quickly joined but another, and then a third. The third one hurt a little bit, especially when they were in deep, near the knuckles, but when they were all the way in, she could feel her mother’s pinky brush against the bottom of her pussy.
This went on for a few minutes, and Melissa started to warm up, starting where her mother’s finger kept brushing, brushing, brushing her. The pinky suddenly joined the first there fingers, just the tips of all four were as tight as the three all the way in, and as her mother slowly increased the pressure, pushing the four fingers ever so slowly deeper and deeper, she began to rotate her wrist, twisting the fingers back and forth drawing gasps and groans from Melissa.
The fingers were removed, and then there was a long slow sucking sound from behind her, and a few drops of warm water sprayed her back, and then Melissa felt something hard, wet and warm press against and then into her recently stretched anus.
“Here it comes.” her mom’s voice was a little muffled, kind of like when she was hanging clothes to dry, and had a clothespin in her mouth when she talked.
Warm water, that felt almost scalding, in contrast with the cold hose water, flooded her. Melissa realized that it must have been from the large syringe thing she had seen. But that thing was huge, bigger around than my wrist, she thought, Oh God, what have they done to me?
The syringe held a lot of water, but not nearly as much as had been pumped in her with the hose. The warmth filled her, beginning to chase away the chills. Then the tapered end of the syringe was removed with a sucking pop, and just as quickly, something cold and round and smooth took its place in her contracting sphincter. It must have tapered, but it got broader quickly, and soon was the size of the syringe nozzle had been, but Melissa’s mother kept pushing it harder.
At Melissa’s squeak of pain, her mother piped up, “Sorry dear, it’s the smallest one we had.”
Just as Melissa thought she would be split in two, the butt plug snapped into place. Melissa realized just what it was as it did, she had seen pictures of them on Amazon.com, but she never understood what people would do with them. As she heard her mother twisting the kitchen timer, she thought, wait, she said ‘smallest one we had’ just how many do we have?
She felt her mother’s gloved hand slide down her bare, exposed slit, and she shuddered.
“You are a beautiful young lady,” her mother said in a considering tone of voice, “I bet all of the boys are after you, and probably some of the girls.”
The hand stopped at the hood of Melissa’s clitoris and started working on it, coaxing it out from its hiding place. Melissa’s shock of her mother working on her like that was quickly overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, somehow Mom was even better at this than Marcus. When her mother’s amazing fingers finally worked their way inside her pussy and encountered her maidenhead, they stopped suddenly in surprise.
“Oh my, I guess none of those boys have caught you yet! Hmmmm?” There was a pause, thinking, “I’ll be right back, don’t you go any where!” She said with a merry chuckle. There was a rustling, and then her mother went back inside the house, and into the kitchen. Melissa noticed that her mother wasn’t wearing her apron, which was usually a permanent fixture unless there were visitors, or she was going out. She could have sworn her mother had been wearing it when she came out.
Melissa stood there in the pillory for a few long minutes, her horniness receding as the need to void her bowels became more pronounced. The ticking of the kitchen timer served as a reminder of how long she had been holding the load of soapy water. The plug in her ass felt huge, but not nearly as invasive as the mass of carrots had been, she thought that there were at least a few still inside her. She couldn’t believe how hard she had come from her brother doing that to her, it was only the second one she had ever had, it had felt so good and wrong at the same time. What did it say about her that she was the kind of girl that could get off by having her little brother stuff carrots into her ass on her front lawn? What was wrong with her? And then her mother, playing with her pussy like that! Her own virgin daughter’s pussy.
And just like that, thinking of her mother’s hands, touching just right, sliding, slipping, teasing, she felt her nipples stiffen again, and started to think of her mother’s slender but strong hands on them as well, skilled, precise, knowing exactly what to do. She wanted those hands all over her, she wanted…
BUZZZZZ-DING! Went the kitchen timer, interrupting her fantasy, and bringing her back to the reality of her punishment. She was naked, in the front yard of her house, bent over in a heavy wooden pillory, her ass and pussy facing the street, a public invitation to anyone passing by to do what they willed with her, her bowels full of water, a butt plug holding everything in, and she felt like she needed to take a crap like nobody’s business.
She heard an approaching car, she knew that there had been others, people heading to work and such, but she had been distracted with her brother and then her mother too much to worry about them. She heard the car slow down and come to a stop on the street behind her, her stomach wilted, here it comes, a stranger to rape me, to take my maidenhead, to ruin me for my husband, but then the car drove off down the street.
She felt so relieved, but there was also a sense of…what? Longing? Disappointment? Maybe it was better to go ahead and get it over with, but the idea of some stranger being her first hurt so bad. What if she got pregnant like Tanya had. She imagined herself waddling through school, her belly swollen and huge. She suddenly wished that she had paid more attention in health classes, and the whole cycles of fertility thing. She was trying to count the days backward to her last period when her mother came back out, she was sliding the long latex glove back onto her right hand.
“It looks like time’s up on that load.” She said like it was a load of laundry, “Alright scooch yourself forward, and let’s get the bucket under you.”
Her mother had her stop when she was about halfway down and began to work on the butt plug, it was in there really tight, and at her mother’s coaxing, Melissa forced herself to relax as her mother tugged. When it finally popped loose, her mother kept it tightly pressed in until her ass was as far down over the pail as it could go. Soon two inches of foul water and a couple more carrots were floating in the bottom of the pail. This made the trip to the azaleas as Melissa stood up again.
“We’ll just have to keep going until it comes out clean.” said her mother, “You’ll appreciate this in case anyone is particularly fond of going ass to mouth, which can be no picnic if you aren’t ready for it.”
What the hell?
Melissa’s questions were lost, as the refilled syringe intruded itself into her again, and Melissa could have sworn that her mother had jammed it even further up her ass this time. When she grunted with pain all she got from her mother was a quick “Don’t be a baby! This is nothing.”
Her bowels refilled, and butt plug snugly back in place, Melissa felt a damp dish towel begin a thorough cleaning of her ass and pussy, and then down her legs where used liquids had dripped. And then, the hands were back, her mother’s incredible, talented, gentle hands.
They. Were. Amazing.
Melissa realized that what she thought of as Marcus’s magic hands were the crude fumblings of a child next to her mother’s expert ministrations. She no longer had any questions as to where her mother learned her way around another woman’s vagina, she didn’t care, all she wanted was more. And she got it, she got it as her mother’s hands held her wide, and her tongue went in deep. The only thing that kept her knees from buckling was the thought that it would move her pussy away from her mother’s tongue. After exploring her pussy as far as it could reach, the tongue worked its way to her clit, and when her mother’s lips closed around it , and began to gently suck on the tiny nubbin Melissa came for the second time that morning.
But Melissa’s orgasm wasn’t a signal for her mother to stop, if anything, she redoubled her efforts, her mother’s tongue lashing her pussy, a warm arm reaching around her left thigh so the hand could reach her clit at the same time, and a finger of the other hand began to trace circles around the butt plug. Melissa could barely do the ‘rub your tummy and pat your head at the same time’ trick, this kind of multitasking was beyond her, all she knew was that rather than fade, another wave of her orgasm was building, and about to crash ashore. Inarticulate noises came from her mouth, unable to express her feelings in anything more advanced than primal grunts and moans.
She was building to another peak, her mother’s mouth, the fingers, the butt plug, the pressure of the enema, all working in concert to a crescendo, the wave was about to crash, and just as it did, like a master conductor, her mother took her swollen clitoris between her teeth and bit down sharply, interweaving sudden excruciating pain with the overwhelming pleasure, mixing the two together to the point that Melissa couldn’t tell where the pleasure stopped, and the pain began.
“HuuuuuNNNNHHHHHHHH uhn, uhn, uhn, uhnHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!” the gasping choking scream tore from her, releasing a knot of fear, and shame that had been twisting in her gut for the last twenty four hours.
As she was gasping for breath she heard the ‘DING!’ of the timer, and was able to finally pant out, “oh…god…Mo-Mistress…what did…you do to me?”
“Oh, you poor thing, what makes you think that was about you?” There was a sharp stinging slap of a gloved hand on her exposed ass, “let’s get this water changed, and see if you are starting to clear out. Time’s-a-wasting, and I can’t start the laundry until this is finished.”
As Melissa again emptied herself into the bucket, she was shocked at her mother’s lack of interest, lack of caring of the earth shattering orgasms that she had delivered to her own daughter. It made her feel like a thing, what had felt like sudden, explosive, sexual enlightenment was reduced to, to she didn’t know what, but it made her feel small and unimportant inside.
As the syringe went in, even (gasp!) deeper again this time, and the water flooded her, her mother said, “Well, Miss ‘This Is All About Me’, it seems that you have been out here all morning taking from people, and not giving anything back.” There was another stinging smack on her ass as the butt plug popped back into place. “What do you know,” she continued, “about giving pleasure to other people? I know you couldn’t have done too much for that boyfriend of yours, what with your cherry unpopped, and you squealing like a little piggy any time someone so much as touches your ass.” This was accompanied by several more sharp slaps on her ass, one of them grazing the butt plug.
“Do you let him kiss you, this boyfriend of yours?” Smack!
“Yes, Mistress!”
“With tongue?” Whack!
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Your tits, does he get to touch them too?” Smack!
“Yes Mistress!”
“Do you let him suck on them?” Smack! “Play with you nipples?” Thwack!
“Yes, Mistress! Yes!”
“Have you let him go down on you? Eat you out?” Whack! Smack!
“Y-Yes Mistress! Once Mistress!”
“And did you liiiiike it?” Whap!
“Yes, Mistress! A lot, Mistress!”
Melissa found the confessions both liberating and shameful at the same time, here she was, screaming her sexual history out at the top of her lungs to her mother, in her front yard for anyone, everyone to hear.
“And that,” her mother said, punctuating it with another flurry of blows to her now red and stinging ass, “was what he did for you! What did you do for him?”
“I sucked his dick, Mistress!”
“What?” Whack! Slap! Smack!
“I SUCKED HIS DICK!”
“And did he enjoy it?” Thwack!
“HE SAID I WAS AMAZING! THE BEST! THE ABSOLUTE BEST!!!”
The assault on her rear suddenly ceased, and in the silence Melissa could almost hear her screamed words echoing up and down the street, it felt like her face flushed as bright red as her ass must be.
“Well now,” said her mother, back again in a normal tone of voice, “we’ll see about that.”
She moved around in front of Melissa, her full skirts rustling, the empty pail in her hands. Her mother placed the upturned pail on the ground a little to the side, and placed one sensible shoed foot on it. And then, right in front of her daughter’s face, she raised her skirts, revealing her bare shaved pussy.
Mom goes commando? Was the first wayward thought that crossed Melissa’s mind, then: She’s PIERCED! And her mother was, a heavy golden ring pierced the hood of her clitoris horizontally with a small ball on the loop perched in the center, resting against her large exposed clit. It must rub it all day long!
“You may quite the little cocksucker, but let’s see if you can do anything with a cunt. Get in there!” And with that, Melissa’s mother shoved her pussy forward, and into her daughter’s face. “Let’s see if that tongue of yours is good for anything useful.”
The angle was bad, and hard on her neck, but with an instinct developed over a lifetime, she found herself obeying her mother’s commands. For the first time in her life, she tasted another woman. She could run her tongue around and over her mother’s piercing, the ring ticking and clacking against her teeth, she lifted it aside with her tongue and held it up with her upper lip so she could run her tongue under the hood and around her mother’s clit. Her tongue then worked it’s way down to the top of her mother’s pussy. Her mother had heavier labia than she did, and from this angle she couldn’t get her tongue in very far.
“That’s good, keep going…” her mother cooed as she tilted her hips forward to give her better access. Her mother’s pussy was getting wetter, but she didn’t know if it was from her saliva, or her own secretions. Her nose filled with her mother’s scent, her mouth with her taste, cleaner and more subtle than Marcus’s, she took her mother’s clit into her mouth and began to suck, even as her tongue played with the ring, pulling it, turning it.
“That’s good, Marcus wasn’t half wrong about you.” her mother praised as she pulled away. A long string of saliva curved from Melissa’s mouth to her mother’s pussy for a second, shining in the morning sun. It lasted for just an instant, as beautiful as a rainbow, before it broke and was gone.
“Let’s get you a better angle for this.” and her mother turned around, taking the pail with her. She bent over, hiking up the back of her skirts, and placing both of her hands on the pail, putting herself in nearly the same position as her daughter. With a sigh she pushed her ass and pussy back into her daughter’s face.
“Now you can get in deeper,” she called, “and don’t forget my asshole either, I for one keep myself nice and tidy back there.”
Melissa went back to work, like a starving woman at a king’s feast, she plunged her tongue into her mother’s cunt, as deep as she could, and although no one was doing anything to her, she felt her nipples begin to tighten, and moisture trickle from her own sopping pussy. Oh God, I’ getting off on being forced to eat my own mother’s pussy. Wait she called it her ‘cunt’, my Mom said ‘cunt!’ This struck her as funny, and she found herself suppressing a giggle as she moved up, and started to lick her mother’s puckered asshole. First with long up and down strokes, then with circles around the hole itself. She tasted nothing foul, just her mother’s flavor, and the tiniest bit of soap.
All this time, her mother kept up a steady stream of encouragement, suggestions, and pleased moans, that Melissa found herself following and responding to instinctively. Without hesitation, Melissa plunged her tongue into her mother asshole. It was tight, and resisting at first, but it immediately relaxed, allowing her to tongue it nearly as freely and deeply as her mother pussy. Melissa felt her own stinging ass clench around the heavy plug, in both sympathy and pleasure. It was the only external stimulation she was receiving back there, and she began to shift her weight and hips back and forth, trying to get more.
Melissa began alternating from asshole and pussy, plunging her tongue in as deep as it could go into each, back and forth, back and forth, until her jaw ached, and she thought she would get a cramp in her tongue, she backed off, starting to simply lick broad strokes up and down, she saw that her one of her mother’s hands had come back to join her, and was working her clitoris in tight fast circles. Melissa wished her hands were free, she wanted to explore her mother’s pussy, her mother’s cunt, to get to know it like her brother had hers, but most of all, she wanted her hands free, so she could see to her own growing need, she needed to frig herself senseless, and didn’t know if she had a large enough hairbrush, she thought that she may have to go with her curling iron.
Her mother began to shudder, and and let out a series of surprisingly low moans, and her slender but strong hand shot out, and grabbed Melissa’s chin, guiding her back to her pierced clit. Melissa began to suck on it, as her mother went back to bracing herself on the bucket with both hands. Melissa sucked on her mother’s clit, as her mother continued to moan and jerk, her head got pushed back in the hole of the pillory as her mother pushed back with her ass, mashing her in place. As her mother subsided, she pulled away, and eased herself down on the ground for a minute. They both were panting, gasping for air, Melissa in the pillory, her mother on the front lawn, on her side, her dress askew up to her waist, as exposed as her daughter.
“Well,” said her mother between heavy breaths, “Marcus may know what he’s talking about after all.”
The kitchen timer had gone off somewhere in the middle of all that, but neither had noticed. Her mother slowly got back to her feet, and smoothed out her skirts, brushing off red ceadar chips that clung to them. She took the bucket back around and had Melissa squat over it again.
“I think that’s about as clean as we’re getting you back there, but I think we’re still missing some carrots.” her mother said as she returned from the azaleas. There was the squirting sputtering noise again, and the butt plug returned, but this time, Melissa’s mother didn’t simply pop it into place, but instead, the began to work the thickest part in and out, over and over, stretching her abused sphincter to its limits. As one hand worked the bulbous butt plug back and forth, the other hand again began working it’s magic at her pussy, and soon Melissa’s squeaks of pain became something else as the pain of her abused ass mingled in the sexual pleasure she was receiving from the hand on her cunt. The steady rhytnm of the plug slowly increased, as did the circles being run around her throbbing clit. Suddenly the plug was pushed all the way inside, and she felt her abused muscles start to relax around it, but only for a second, when it was wrenched from her a final savage time. It came free with a slurping pop, and her mother tossed it to the ground before Melissa’s eyes. It was enormous! Slick black latex, frothy with her juices and whatever her mother was using for lube, shaped like a pear, but even bigger that the largest one she had ever seen, the base was reinforced with metal, and there was a D-ring set into it to give someone a good grip if needed.
Melissa twitching, violated asshole gaped wide, suddenly empty, after what felt like hours with one thing or another crammed in there. Melissa felt so vulnerable, more exposed than ever. Then her mother’s pussy slicked, gloved right hand moved up, and a wedge of all four fingers and thumb pushed their way into the pulsing, gaping opening of Melissa’s asshole. With a twist, a final stretching, and a shove, she felt her sphincter contracting around her mother’s wrist!
“GrrrAAAAAAAAHHHHHHnnnnnnnn!” forced itself past her lips. The most meaningful communication her brain could manage. The sensation, the violation was indescribable as she felt her mother’s hand moving inside her, slowly moving deeper.
“Oh GOD! Mistress, get it out, get it out, get it out!”
There was a painful twist of her clit as her mother said, “You don’t get an opinion here, Stranger!” Her hand, deep in her guts formed into a fist, and twisted inside her violently.
“Ye-huunngh, YES MISTRESS!”
The fist relaxed, and Melissa felt the probing, questing fingers moving, ever deeper inside her, it was maddening. Melissa could have sworn, her mother was in up to her shoulder. She was reminded of a video she had seen at school of a large animal vetenarian, shoulder deep inside the back of a horse. That’s what I must look like, some mare being serviced, that’s all I am to her, an animal chained out on the front lawn that has to be tended to before she does the laundry.
Seep in her recessed, she felt her mother’s fingers close into a fist again. “I knew there was another one up there.” and slowly, painfully, the closed fist withdrew until her mother’s wrist was held tight by Melissa’s clenching sphincter.
“Well,” said her mother over Melissa’s screams as she slowly pulled her clenched fist free of her daughter’s asshole, “you may not be ready to start being anally fisted as a vocation, but you really are taking your first time like a champ. I’ll have to show my daughter some exercises to keep herself fit down there, and we may have to see about some adult diapers for the next week depending on how today and tomorrow play out.”
With a final pull, the hand clutching the carrot was free, and it was immediately replaced by her mother’s tongue, running large circles around the stretched, painful opening. Melissa was at a loss for words, even her mother’s skilled tongue couldn’t soothe away the pain of the violation, both physical and emotional. Her mother finally stood up, and then she felt something blessedly cool and soothing being applied to her wrecked asshole, the sensation sent chill bumps up and down her body.
“That should help calm you down a bit back there, and the extra lubrication won’t go unappreciated. After this, folks should be able to plow your ass all day without too much difficulty. It’d take a Great Dane knotting inside you your ass before you scream as loud as you just did. You little drama queen.”
And with that, she packed everything up and headed inside without once looking back.
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As I walk up to the porch and turn my key in the lock I take a deep breath in anticipation of the night ahead of me. I open the door and there standing before me, just as she should be, is my beautiful angel, Lexis. Her eyes on the floor, there is a small hint of a smile on her lips. She greets me with a simple “good evening Mistress” and I smile.
I run my hand down her cheek. God this girl is so beautiful, she has long dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a perfect body (34B breasts and a tight little ass). I wonder sometimes how she doesn’t see just how beautiful she really is. As I look her over I see the red marks on her wrists left from the games we played the night before. I bite my lip as my thoughts wander briefly. I tell her to go upstairs and run my bath and a soft reply of “yes Mistress” is all I hear, and I watch her swing her hips as she goes upstairs. I smile to myself, thinking she’s being a bit brave today, and follow her upstairs.
When I walk into the bathroom I see a full view of her sexy ass and glistening wet pussy as she bends over the tub stirring around the water. I stand in the doorway, smiling and I know she senses me watching her so she bends over even more. I tell her to get her tight little ass over here and undress me and she jumps at the harshness in my voice. Once she looks at me smiling I can see her relax. She doesn’t want me angry. I feel her fingertips caress my skin as she undresses me, slowly pulling my shirt over my head, running her fingers down my arm. She unclasps my bra and pulls it off, exposing my hard erect nipples and my 34C tits. She reaches around from my back and undoes the button on my pants, running her hands over my stomach softly. She leans down and pulls my pants and thong off in one simple tug. She kisses the back of my thigh where it meets my ass, a simple touch that drives me wild. She stands up and offers a hand to help me into the tub. As I sit down she kneels beside the tub, reaching in and grabbing soap. She slowly washes my legs, up to my stomach. I let out a heavy sigh as her hands massage my tits and back down my stomach. I relax and think of the many things I would love to be doing to my beautiful slave right now, but the night’s young, and it’s more fun to let her anticipate my touch.
When she’s done washing me I tell her to let the water out andstand up. She grabs a towel and dries my body, legs up. Every once in a while her skin touches mine, giving me goose bumps. I tell her to go pick me out some clothes and she hurries off, coming back with her favorite black leather thong and corset. As I slip it on she fastens it, and I turn and look at her, getting lost in her big green eyes. I grab her by the wrist and drag her to the bedroom, throwing her on to the bed and straddling her, pinning her hands above her head. I kiss along her neck, nibbling a little and across her collarbone. She sighs and relaxes against my body. I reach up for cuffs and as I do she flips me over onto my back, saying, “Tonight, Mistress you’re going to be my dirty little slut and you’re going to beg me for release.”
I tell her she had better uncuff me, and she just smiles. She says she’ll take the beating for one night to show her mistress pure bliss. She blindfolds me and cuffs my ankles, stripping me of my corset. She reaches into my bedside table and pulls out a feather. At the first touch of it my whole body tenses. I’m so ticklish it’s pure torture. She runs it around my erect nipples, and I moan in response.
She runs it down my stomach, and I laugh and shudder in response. She stops and I feel her hot breath on my clit and I moan softly. She runs the feather over my pussy lips, not touching my hard, erect clit. My cunt is dripping wet and I’m burning with desire. She leans down and runs her tongue from my dripping cunt to my throbbing clit. I let out a loud moan and she giggles. She leans down and whispers in my ear, asking me who the dirty little slut is now, and I moan and beg her for more. “I’m your dirty little slut, please touch me, I need your touch.”
Then the soft hum of a vibe fills my ears, and my body tenses. She warns me not to climax as she moves my thong to the side and slams the vibe hard inside me. She moves my panties back over to hold it inside me as I beg her to fuck me, to fuck her dirty slut. A sweet no is all I hear – she tells me to enjoy my vibe while she showers. She tells me if I cum, I’ll be punished and I hear water running. I’m lost in ecstasy as the vibe hums away, tormenting me. I’m not sure how long she left me but as soon as I hear the water turn off my body tenses.
I feel her body next to mine and then I feel her on top of me, lowering herself onto my mouth. She tells me to beg her to let me lick her cunt like the dirty little slut I am. The smell of her is intoxicating and I begin to beg her to let me taste her, let me pleasure her. She shoves herself onto my face and I start tongue fucking her the best I can as she rocks her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit on my nose. She tastes so good, and my body is on fire for her touch. I lick and tongue fuck her like I wish she would do to me. I can tell she’s getting close to her climax because her movements become desperate. I taste her cum as I feel her squeeze my tongue. She pulls my hair and screams.
She tells me to clean up my mess, and I start desperately licking her pussy clean. She lifts up and looks at me, telling me I look sexy with her pussy juices all over my face. I start begging her to touch me, to let me cum, my whole body is screaming for release. She reaches down, takes out the vibe, and rips off my thong. She leans down and slowly licks my nipples, taking one into her mouth and pinching the other. She kisses down my stomach and along my hips, teasing me by blowing on my clit. I scream and beg her to please fuck her dirty slut, that I need release. She runs her tongue along my pussy lips, being careful not to touch my clit, and comments on how wet I am, calling me a dirty cunt. I moan in frustration and she slams her fingers inside me, nibbling my thighs and licking my clit, taking it into her mouth and licking and flicking it.
I shudder and my body screams for release. She tells me to cum all over her fingers like a good little cunt and I let go, wave after wave of release washes through me and I scream. She unties me and keeps fingering me with one hand, as two, three, four orgasms wash through me. As she slows my body collapse and I sigh. I pull her against me, holding her close. She tells me how much she loves me and I tell her how I couldn’t live without her. Just as I’m about to fall asleep I whisper in her ear, telling her how I think I can overlook the punishment this once. I hear her sigh and she presses herself even tighter against me.
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Daisy’s adventure continues as she is roughly bound, glory-holed again and shocked in preparation for Bill’s big party.
Daisy is introduced to the prison deviates she will be servicing, then does suggestive karaoke and gangbangs
the girls get caught
Melissa heads down a road she can never return from
This is #4 in a series. If you’re interested in learning more about submission please feel free to contact me.
Katie gets caught stealing donuts by none other than the owner! How will she get out of this one?
This story is loosely based on some true events that happened to me on my 21 birthday, but it is still a work of fiction. Also, I tried a new approach with this story. Hopefully it worked.
This is chapter 2. I am sorry it took me so long but I have been very busy. Secondly I went more mild on the death part in this chapter. Also, there will be some more info added in chapter 3 about the charaters from another story series on here that me and the other arthur are going to connect our stories with. There is a tidbit of info in this chapteron that subject. Second to last point, please give me some feedback on who you would like to see become the next target for amanda’s first job and idea’s you would like to see. I think some fan interaction and ideas could help spruce it up a bit here. Lastly, please comment good or bad with your thoughts, all I ask is speak intelligently.
Georgia has more flashing fun, Blackmails her friends father and has her first experience of a Sybian
It’s time to test various perverted experiments on prisoners on my prisoners to see exactly how I can spread my power. I already know it works when ingested orally, but now I’ve got a lot of tests and a lot of subjects, just not a lot of time before someone might notice them missing. The clock is ticking so it’s time to get to work.
READING ALLOWED, Part 4
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
He made her put the collar on herself. He showed her how to open the clasp with the Allen key and watched her fix the steel band around her neck. It fit perfectly—snug against her skin but not tight enough to constrict her breathing in any way. He pocketed the key and just watched her as she knelt at his feet, feeling the collar with her hands and getting used to its weight. After a quiet, tense minute, during which he was sure she was contemplating the seriousness of the decision she’d just made—and, he had no doubt, getting hornier by the second—he reached down and clipped the chain leash to her collar.
He took a step back and gave the leash a vicious yank, pitching Marie forward onto her hands and knees. She gasped and her hand went involuntarily to her neck. She looked up at him and her face, small and pale above the shiny uncompromising steel, revealed her hurt feelings. “Just making sure it works, princess,” he said in reply, smiling cruelly. He pulled steadily on the leash and she followed him, crawling, over to a padded spanking bench assembled in the middle of the store. He sat down and she settled at his feet.
Marie was exhausted. Her thoughts and feelings had been rioting since that morning, and it was taking its toll on her. She knew she’d made the right decision when she agreed to wear his collar, but her life had changed so irrevocably and so fast—she couldn’t assimilate the joy and confusion that flooded her. Her pussy and asshole burned where he’d so roughly fingered them. The slight pain only made her hornier.
For she was horny again, almost unbearably so. The way he’d manhandled her, the feel of the slave collar around her neck, the crawling, all had their inevitable effect and by now she could feel her wetness starting to coat her inner thighs. Her nipples, still recovering from having been clamped for an hour or more, were hard and throbbing. How badly she wanted him to touch her again, to hold her like he had before… She rubbed her head against his leg, instinctively seeking comfort.
“Sit up and look at me,” he snapped, sounding irritated. Marie rushed to obey him, remembering to spread her thighs, hoping he’d notice and be pleased.
But his voice was cold as he went on, “Now for your punishment.”
She looked so dismayed it was comical. He would have laughed if this hadn’t been an important moment. He had to make good on his promise to make her suffer right away, or she might not take him seriously.
Marie felt her stomach sink. She’d been so hoping he’d take her in his arms, hold her down and fuck her thoroughly. Hadn’t he punished her well enough for her two transgressions? She’d thought the panties over her face and in her mouth, the clamps on her nipples, being left uncomfortably bound and alone in the bookstore hallway had been her punishment. What had she done now?
As if reading her thoughts, he was saying, “I think you learned your lesson about following my directions precisely, and maybe even about coming without permission.” He paused for effect. “But you’ve completely neglected to thank me for your gift.”
Marie’s hands flew to her collar and grasped it tightly, afraid he might take it away from her. An instant later, however, she threw herself down, her forehead touching the tips of his shoes and her palms to the floor on either side of him. “I’m so sorry, Master,” she said to the floor, “I didn’t mean to be ungrateful.” She raised her face to look up at him. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, “for the most wonderful, precious gift I’ve ever been given. I know I don’t deserve it, especially now when I’ve been so thoughtless.” She rose up onto her knees and seized his hands. “Please, please punish me, Sir, as I deserve.” She released his hands and prostrated herself before him again.
He was glad she wasn’t looking at him, because he was a little shocked. He never expected her to attain this level of submissiveness this soon. He didn’t know if she was just being clever, trying to think of the right things to say to mollify him, or if she really meant it—but either way, it was an impressive apology. It also made him hard as a rock.
He stood up and said, “Get up,” and to his relief his voice sounded disgusted. She rose shakily, keeping her eyes downcast. He studied her face for a couple of seconds but he still couldn’t tell if she’d been sincere in her apology or what she was thinking. Well, in a few minutes all her thoughts would be focused on the pain of her ass.
In truth, he wasn’t angry with her, or even really disappointed—she’d learn. But he’d been waiting all evening to really enjoy his new little submissive, and now his body was straining to possess her. “All right, princess,” he said finally, indicating the spanking bench. “Climb aboard.”
Marie looked at the contraption with trepidation. He had been sitting on a cushioned platform, about three feet off the ground. To one side of it, about a foot lower, were two skinnier, longer platforms, about two or three feet apart and angled outward. On the other side were another two platforms, a little shorter and about shoulder-width apart. An intimidating collection of straps and cuffs dangled from several points.
Satisfied that she’d figured it out, Marie gingerly approached the bench. Kneeling carefully on the long padded rests, she aligned her hips with the middle platform and bent forward until she could place her forearms on the arm rests. As soon as she was in place, her instincts screamed at her to jump up and get off this thing. She’d never felt so exposed, even when she’d been bound and naked in the parking lot earlier. She started to tremble. Why, once he strapped her down he’d be able to do anything he wanted to her, and she would be helpless to resist.
He, on the other hand, was delighted with the way she looked on the bench. His friend Theo had adjusted it to his specifications earlier that evening, and her petite frame fit perfectly. Her arms were supported from her hands to her elbows, her legs from her knees to her ankles, while her small bare feet hung in the air off the end of the leg rests, her toes pointing at the floor. The main platform supported her hips and stomach, but her breasts hung free, almost beckoning him to do things to them. The arm rests were low enough that her ass was pointed enticingly upwards, while her legs were kept spread and angled apart, giving him access to her crotch and inner thighs. His heart pounded at the sight, and he knew she’d look even sexier when she was strapped down.
With that thought in mind, he began to efficiently fasten the straps and cuffs to her body. There were cuffs for her ankles and wrists, pinning them securely to the arm and leg rests. Additional straps went around the backs of her knees, her arms near the elbow, and her waist. He pulled them all very tight, knowing that when he was done she wouldn’t be able to so much as wiggle. When he was done he stepped back and looked at her, slowly circling her helpless form. The black cuffs and straps contrasted delightfully with her pale skin, the dusky pink color of her nipples and pussy also standing out. The angle of the leg rests pulled her buttocks and pussy lips apart slightly and tightened the skin over the whole area, making it more sensitive to punishment. He swore he could see her pussy twitching, clear moisture seeping slowly and steadily from it, making her plump labia look shiny and enticing. It was a vision.
He stepped around to her front, where she kept her head down, her hair falling around her face. “Look at me,” he commanded and she did, her wide eyes and flushed cheeks betraying her nervousness and her arousal. “Do you remember reading me your favorite book last night?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her stomach tightening as she wondered where this was leading.
“In that chapter, what happened to the princess?’
“She—she was sp-spanked, in the tavern in the inn,” Marie stammered.
“Spanked with what, princess?”
Her heart pounding, Marie struggled to get her voice to cooperate. He reached out and pinched one of her sore nipples. When he started twisting it, she finally cried, “A—a paddle, Sir!”
He released her nipple, saying, “That’s right.” He smiled wolfishly, adding, “I’m sure you can guess what’s going to happen to you.”
He took a step towards her, adding, “But not just yet.” He reached out and smoothed her hair away from her face with his hands, pausing to massage her temples gently with his thumbs, soothing her. “Not…just…yet,” he repeated softly, as if to himself. He opened and unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. Then he took his cock in his hand and began to rub it across Marie’s face.
“Mmmm…” His eyes were intense, his expression deeply focused as if he was an artist and her face the canvas he was painting. Sometimes he used just the very tip to make delicate little patterns around her eyes and other times he would press its entire length against her face, seizing her head and grinding it roughly back and forth against him. Marie knew she had to be utterly still, to continue to meet his gaze, even though she was dying to take him into her mouth, especially when he began to rub the head across her lips.
She got her wish, although not in the way she had hoped, when he used his hands to pull her jaws apart and shoved his cock into her mouth–as if she were not a person at all, nothing but a convenient hole for him to fuck.
His face was as cold and dispassionate as his movements were brutally lustful. He pushed his cock down her throat and held it until she began choke and gag, then withdrew just long enough for her to gasp for breath before pushing into her again, over and over.
Marie whimpered, tears running down her face, as she choked and tried desperately to relax her throat enough to accommodate him. Her body of its own accord writhed helplessly against her bonds until she felt as if every muscle was about to be torn loose. And her pussy…oh god, her pussy was dripping!
At the very edge of her peripheral vision she could still make out his face during those few seconds when her head wasn’t being forced up and down on his cock. She saw his eyes blaze and his jaw tighten and knew instinctively that he was about to come. So when he pulled out of her mouth and released his grip she raised her eyes to his, holding his gaze as he reached his orgasm and with no more than a single grunt of pleasure began spurting his come onto her face.
Thankfully, he missed her eyes, but Marie could feel the globs of come sliding down her cheeks and forehead. Bound as she was, she couldn’t wipe it off. But he had no intention of it coming off, she realized as, recovering himself, he used his thumbs to gently, carefully smear the deposit across her face, rubbing it into her skin.
“Maybe this time you’ll remember not to wash your face.”
Tears filled Marie’s eyes at the thought of having the sticky residue of his come on her face for hours, days maybe, but she reveled in his cruelty—now only wishing he’d get on with it and fuck her as roughly as she was longing for him to do. But he was going to paddle her first.
He had refastened his pants and walked away, out of her sight. She could hear him touching something on one of the store’s racks. Her body tensed at the sound of wood knocking into wood; her muscles struggled in vain to close her legs. He came back, holding three different paddles by their handles. He thrust them toward her face, saying gruffly, “Choose.”
The sight of the frightening instruments had Marie flexing involuntarily against her bonds again. All three paddles were made of wood, but their properties varied otherwise. One was long and skinny, about an inch thick, with holes bored through it at intervals. The second was broader and shorter, with a long handle. She looked at the third one with distaste. It was dyed a lurid purple color and the paddle at the end of its long handle was shaped like a heart. She remembered vividly her spanking from last night, so she had some idea now of how painful a spanking could be, but that had just been with his hand. This had to be much worse. She wished she had some idea of which would hurt the most. She wished she could read his mind. Was there one he wanted her to pick?
It was taking her too long, she realized suddenly, frantically, just as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up and back. “Didn’t I tell you I expect instant obedience?” he growled, and she hastened to say, “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry… the middle one.”
Without releasing her hair, he brought his face close to hers and said, “Beg me to punish you. Be specific.”
Marie gulped. She squirmed nervously against the straps. “Please…” she whispered, then paused and took a shaky breath. “Please punish me, Sir, for… for forgetting to thank you for my gift.” Her eyes closed as she braced herself for the rest. “Please paddle me, Sir.”It hardly gets better than this, he thought as he watched her pretty, expressive face, still shiny with his come; saw the eager, apprehensive look in her big green eyes as she begged him to hit her bound, defenseless body with a wooden paddle. He was glad he’d fucked her face just before; otherwise, it would be a struggle not to take her right now. She was so tempting when she begged.
But first things first. He dropped a kiss on her forehead, murmuring, “Good girl,” then released her hair and stepped around to her rear. He dropped the other two paddles and hefted the one she’d picked in his hand. He wondered if she knew that the longer handle would allow him to swing with more force.
Marie hoped he wouldn’t make her wait forever like he had the night before… but as soon as she completed the thought she felt the smooth wooden edge of the paddle stroking her inner thighs, which were spread and stretched by the spanking bench.
He slid the side of the paddle up against her pussy, making sure to stroke it over her clit, then back up between her buttocks and over the little star of her asshole. He loved the way she gasped and squirmed in her bondage. He’d pulled the straps so tight she could hardly move, only her head remaining free. He stopped teasing her with the paddle, stopping only a moment to notice the gleam of moisture on its surface, and said loudly, “Now, since you obviously need some instruction in manners, princess, I think it’s appropriate for you to thank me after each swat. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir,” came her quiet, strained voice.
The next sound that came out of her mouth was a yelp of pain– “OWWwww!”–followed by the hiss of her breath through clenched teeth. He had given her no warning whatsoever beyond the whoosh of the paddle just before it struck and she’d been completely unprepared. Oh christ, it had hurt much more than any of his previous spankings. And he was just beginning.
Even though she was still gasping with pain and shock she forced herself to speak. “Th-thank you, Ssssir,” she whispered. “Thank you for p-punishing m-” The second blow cut her off before she could finish, making her head jerk back, and before she could lower it he had seized her by the hair again, yanking it tightly in his fist. “Speak up, you lazy fucking whore!” he yelled.
“Y-y-yes…YES SIR!” She spoke so loudly that her voice echoed in the empty store. She sobbed a couple of times, then continued. “THANK YOU FOR PUNISHING ME, SIR!” Her scalp was on fire, her ass…her…oh god, her pussy was literally throbbing, she could feel it! Then, before she knew what she was saying she burst out, “PLEASE PUNISH ME SOME MORE, SIR!”
If he’d had any remaining doubts about her sexual nature, they were eradicated by her surprising plea. He’d been a little unsure about how she’d take those first couple of blows—they were delivered at about eighty percent of his strength, hard enough to slam her hips forward into the padded bench. The skin on her ass was already glowing a lovely shade of red. But she was enjoying it—glorying in it, even. She looked so incredibly sexual right now. Her eyes were closed so that her long lashes fanned out over her cheeks; her head was drawn back by his grip on her hair, exposing the smooth lines of her throat and accentuating the slave collar she wore; her breasts with their swollen tips were thrust forward as her back arched. There were little beads of sweat at her hairline. His innocent little submissive—she was lost in pleasure as he punished her.
He released her hair, taking a step back for better aim. “You greedy slut!” he growled, a touch of humor in his voice, but she didn’t notice it, too busy absorbing the blow that followed his words. And then another, before she’d managed to choke out a thank you. As she started to gasp out the words, he swatted her again, and she lost her breath. Finally he paused and she cried out, “Thank you, sir, thank you thank you!” She didn’t know if he was counting, but Marie wasn’t taking any chances.
He dropped the paddle and put his hands on her ass cheeks, feeling the heat of her skin. He ran his fingernails lightly over them and watched her struggle in her bonds, her feet flexing helplessly. “Tell me you’re my slut,” he ordered, his voice roughened by his burgeoning arousal. He looked at her asshole, exposed and surrounded by the bright red skin of her ass. He eased his thumb into it, unable to resist.
Marie moaned at the invasion, her ass clamping down on his thumb as her pussy clenched involuntarily, grabbing at the empty air. She’d die if he didn’t fuck her. “God, yes, I’m your slut, Sir, I’m your slut!” She almost screamed the last words. “Please, please fuck me! Oh, fuck me, Sir, PLEASE!” She pictured him standing behind her, between her helplessly spread thighs, looking at her, casually raping her ass with his hand. She heard him unzipping his pants again and strained against the strap, trying to push her ass back towards him in invitation.
He positioned his cock, leaned over her and got a grip on her hair again. “Don’t you dare come,” he snarled close to her ear, then drove into her in one hard thrust.
It was impossible. Marie screamed as his cock filled her all at once and she tumbled into the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body thrashed against her restraints as of she were having a seizure or receiving a huge electrical shock. She screamed again and again. It was too much and it went on, wave after wave, for so long that she was almost afraid that he had somehow triggered an endless orgasm; that she would continue to come like this until she died from it.
He held himself perfectly still, his hands resting lightly on her hips as she jerked and gasped and screamed beneath him. He had been reasonably sure that she would be unable to stop herself from coming, given how utterly, mindlessly aroused she was—which was why he had told her not to, of course. But he was slightly shocked by the how quickly it had happened and by the incredible intensity of her orgasm.
Eventually, though, she settled beneath him and became still. Her breath, still coming in sobs at first, slowly quieted and her head hung down as if she had fainted. Only then did he withdraw his now somewhat softened erection and stand. He tucked himself back into his pants and closed them up again.
He stood for a moment looking down at Marie, pinned like a butterfly on the bench. His. He leaned down and, even though he was fairly sure she wouldn’t feel it, placed a tender kiss at the base of her spine before turning and walking out of the room, returning moments later with a cup of water.
He walked to the front of the bench, where she still lay only semi-conscious, her head lolling slowly back and forth, her sweat-soaked hair hanging in limp strands around it. He let her rest a little longer, waiting until she showed signs of stirring before seizing her hair again, lifting her head up and dashing the water into her face.
As she gasped and spluttered he leaned down, put his face to hers and said harshly, “I told you…not…to…come!” He waited until her still-startled eyes focused on his before adding, “You are going to learn to do as you’re told if it takes all night!”
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This is the story of a young woman’s night at a club with her college roommates. It ends up being a night that totally changes her life.
Harry Potter Incest Story!
A bad sex life can make anyone a bitch, just be careful how you handle it.
i read a fw stories i liked amd meshed them
Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.
A young woman’s introduction to sexual submission.
This is the complete version of my story Slave. Hope you enjoy it, please feel free to comment!
My Life as a Slave 1
I entered the gay chatroom, posting that I was looking for someone that was dominant and into bondage. After a few fruitless hours, and some people that didn’t quite grasp the concept of intelligent conversation, I was messaged by someone who intrigued me. His name was Ross, he was 40, and he’d had bondage experience. I was 17, working in a better job than most who never went to college, and living on my own, me being gay not having sat well with my family. I loved older men, and I was intrigued.
We talked for a while, discussing interests and bondage, and I found out he was fairly nearby, me living in Albany, NY, and him living in southern Vermont. It was a drive of about an hour and a half. I didn’t have any pictures of myself, but I talked to him on the microphone for a while.
After a few months of this, he decided we should meet. He recommended meeting in the middle and getting food so neither of us had to drive too much, and it’d be a neutral place in case I got nervous.
I pulled into the diner, seeing his old Chevy pickup in the lot and walked in. He said he’d have a red hat on so I could find him. I scanned the restaurant and saw him and sat down. We introduced ourselves and he smiled at the look of me. He called me cute when I described myself, and I guess I’d satisfied his mental picture. He was pretty much exactly how he described himself, a little taller than me, short dark hair, fit, but showing some of the paunch that comes with age.
We ate and talked for a while, the conversation turning to sex and bondage. He said that I seemed pretty calm and that he liked how I didn’t shy away from the more hardcore topics. At one point he asked me to stand up and spin around so he could look at my body. I complied quickly, the thought of following orders, especially in public making my dick start to stand.
I asked him if we could go back to his place. He seemed taken aback by the question at first, but then readily agreed. We left, and I drove behind him the whole way back. The diner was about a half hour away from his apartment, all the way I was both nervous and horny. I followed him up to his third floor apartment, and removed my shoes as I walked in.
He told me he wanted to talk with me for a while, make sure I was comfortable, but that part of bondage is being uncomfortable, so I should strip down to my boxers. I complied and handed him my clothes, which he took into another room. He returned and sat on the couch, and I was to stand on the round wooden coffee table in front of it.
I was nervous, but my cock was starting to stiffen. We talked about innocuous things for a little while, and the first few words were difficult, having been put on display like I was, but slowly they flowed more easily. Quickly, our conversation shifted to some of the more “adult” things we’d talked about online.
My cock couldn’t help but grow hard, and I instinctively tried to make that less apparent. He could not help but notice and asked me if I was self conscious about my erection. I told him I was, and he commanded that I unbutton my boxers and pull it out through the slit. All of a sudden, there I was, hiding nothing from someone I’d had a conversation with for less than a few hours.
He told me I had a nice cock, to which I thanked him and probably turned pretty red. He asked me if I liked showing him my dick. I told him yes. He said good, because it would be out very often. He also asked if I’d had as little bondage experience as I’d said, to which I told him yes again. Now, he said, it was time to take my boxers off. I complied once again, and handed them to him.
I stood there and talked with him for several more minutes, my hands behind my back per his orders, my body on display on the coffee table.
He stood and told me to follow him into the bedroom, where I watched him toss my boxers into a safe that I could only assume held the rest of my clothes. On his bed was a box filled with various bondage items. He told me that he knew I preferred rope bondage, but that I was going to have to submit to him as opposed to him binding me.
He handed me a leather collar with four D-rings on it. I fastened it tightly around my neck. Next he gave me handcuffs, and told me that once they were on me, I was his to enjoy. I paused for a moment, before locking them onto my wrists behind my back.
Now, for the first time, I was helpless in front of Ross. He smiled somewhat evilly, which gave my cock another twitch. The great thing about cuffs, he told me, was that there was no escaping. I was his until he decided to let me go, whereas rope provided a possibility for escape, not that I could from his ties anyways.
He gave my stomach a little slap, just enough to get my attention. “I want you to realize, I can do anything I want to you now,” he informed me. “You know how I said you’d be naked most of the time here?” I nodded. “I lied. You’ll be naked all of the time.”
This only made me hornier. He brought me over in front of an armchair, where he forced me to my knees. He asked me if I wanted to see his cock in person. I nodded eagerly. He asked me if I was willing to be trained to give head. Another nod. He told me that the first thing I had to do was beg to suck him dry.
I’d never sucked a dick before, let alone begged to, so this was completely new to me. For about a half hour, I moaned and pleaded with him to let me suck his cock. Before he finally relented, he told me that I should understand that sucking his cock was a privilege and a reward, not a right. Every time I was allowed to wrap my lips around his dick, I was to thank him for it. I nodded again.
I had to scooch closer to be able to lean over without losing my balance. He didn’t push my head down at all while letting me go to work. I took his head in my mouth, him being about seven inches and circumcised (as I am also) and started bobbing up and down. I didn’t expect to do a great job, and concentrated on keeping my teeth out of the way. His cock tasted as any other bit of skin does with the wetness of my saliva and his precum.
As I worked, I wondered what his cum would taste like, knowing he’d expect me to swallow. I’d heard conflicting reports, and the thought made me a little nervous. I wanted to enjoy the taste, but didn’t know if I would. He let me work for a few minutes before instructing me to take as much of him as I could in my mouth. I responded by forcing my head down until a disappointing three inches had disappeared. He reassured me this was good for a first try, but that I’d eventually have to learn to deep throat him. I was to be punished if I didn’t learn fast enough.
I worked on going deeper and deeper while I blew him, but seemed to make little progress. What I did make some progress at was getting him closer to cumming. He told me he hadn’t cum for a while, wanting it to be relatively easy for me to get him off, so I could expect a big load. This did little to ease my nerves.
After a few more minutes, he started moaning that he was close. I took this as my cue to focus my efforts on his head. His cock stiffened as a warning before he shot several ropes of cum into my mouth. The first few splashed down my throat and I had to struggle not to cough or gag, before he eventually began dribbling on my tongue.
After he finished and slid his dick out, he told me to hold his cum in my mouth. The taste wasn’t as bad as I thought, but a bit stronger, not unlike salt water, but thicker. The vulgarity of semen sloshing around in my mouth only served to make me hornier. He tucked his cock back into his pants before he made me swallow.
After I’d swallowed my first load, he covered his cock and stood up. He helped me to my feet and brought me back over to the box on the bed. He grabbed a rubber cock ring and stretched it over my dick. It had another smaller ring that dangled below my balls, making it in essence a figure eight. To this loop he attached a leash that was about fifteen feet long.
He took pleasure in dragging me around the room and his apartment for several minutes, and I loved the control he had over me. Sometime he would pull me close so he could stroke my cock or swat my ass, or lightly slap my balls. Everything he did made me hornier and hornier. Finally he pulled me over to a sliding glass door that opened to a small balcony. There were blinds that could be drawn across the door to block the sun. He attached my leash to the rod, tightening it until I had to stand on my tiptoes. I was both nervous and exhilarated at the fact that I was showing my body out the door, even with the balcony rail somewhat blocking the view. The rod proved to be surprisingly strong. “Don’t fall over,” he said, heading out the door. Before I could reply, the door slammed shut and he was gone.
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Part two, which takes place the morning after.
When Clint’s younger half-sister Lee makes a big mess, he has no choice but to spank the brat. If she wants to act like a little girl, he’ll treat her like one.
