Bondage and restriction

Fiction

Reading Allowed, Pt.9

With this chapter our story comes to an end, at least for now. My writing partner for this series, lamignonne, has entered a very busy period in her life and won’t have time to write in the foreseeable future. I will, however, post some of my solo stories occasionally, and you can also purchase my two collections of short erotica and my erotic-romance novel here: http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/a43330/Zen-Mackie/? Thanks to all the readers who left their comments about this series – feel free to get in touch. –Zen

Fiction

Reading Allowed, Pt.9

With this chapter our story comes to an end, at least for now. My writing partner for this series, lamignonne, has entered a very busy period in her life and won’t have time to write in the foreseeable future. I will, however, post some of my solo stories occasionally, and you can also purchase my two collections of short erotica and my erotic-romance novel here: http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/a43330/Zen-Mackie/? Thanks to all the readers who left their comments about this series – feel free to get in touch. –Zen

Fiction

Reading Allowed, Pt.9

With this chapter our story comes to an end, at least for now. My writing partner for this series, lamignonne, has entered a very busy period in her life and won’t have time to write in the foreseeable future. I will, however, post some of my solo stories occasionally, and you can also purchase my two collections of short erotica and my erotic-romance novel here: http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/a43330/Zen-Mackie/? Thanks to all the readers who left their comments about this series – feel free to get in touch. –Zen

Fiction

A Son’s Vengeance: Ch.3 Taming the Home-wrecker.

I knock on Lucy’s door and say, “It’s me”.
“Come in, it’s open.”
I open the door to find Lucy naked on her bed in a very seductive pose. It’s really quite a sight, believe me. My cock feels like it’s about to burst out of my pants. Except that her head is drooped down. What a downer.
“My, my, someone her looks like she’s ready for some fun.” I try to keep myself composed, but I just want to jump on her and fuck her silly. So I approach and tell her, “Now, now, you should be happy, you’re about to receive my love.”
She picks up her head with a tiny little smile.
“That’s better.” I say as reach my hand down to her pussy and rub it causing her to moan in pleasure. All the while I use my other hand to grope her tits. She’s so wet now, it’s like a waterfall down there. I proceed to get on top of her and thrust my meat stick into her meat hole. She’s so wet it goes in without any friction.
“Lucas, I’m your bitch! I’m your bitch! Never leave me! Just love me! I’ll do what ever you want!” It was something that I found both sexy and a little sad.
“I do love you, so long as you remain my bitch and do what I say.” I increase the power of my thrusts as I say this.
“Yes, Lucas, I belong you and I’ll do whatever you say.” Obviously my words excite her as her pussy tightens and she wraps her legs around me.
As I attack her pussy, I begin to suck on her tits. They’re not as big as her mothers, but there is still plenty to suck on.
Eventually she has an explosive orgasm that is followed by her crying.
“Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know. I think it might be because I…”
“Because you?”
“Because I love you.” Not surprising. I’m very lovable. “You are the first man to truly love me.” Now I wouldn’t say that, but I do genuinely like her. “Your the first man isn’t going to take advantage of me after Mom passes out after drinking or who won’t be stolen by her.” Wait, what!?
“Uhhh, can you repeat that.”
“Sometimes my mom would bring men other after a night of drinking and they’d go into my room after she passed out… and…” Damn, I knew the bitch was a bad mother, but… Damn! “And one time I brought my boyfriend home, he was a few years older than me, and after I came down after freshening up I saw the two of them putting there clothes on in the living room.” Wow, the whore. I knew she was a slut, but an under… age… we’ll I guess I’m underage, too… The whore!
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from men like that and she won’t steal me away from you.”
She starts crying even more tears of happiness. “Thank you, Lucas. I love you. Your bitch loves you.”
So this is how she was so easy to conquer. Her low self-esteem caused by her mother. I do feel a little guilty about using her like this, but I promise myself I’ll make her have a happy life. One way or another.
A little while latter, after she’s done crying. I exit Lucy’s room and head down stairs to the kitchen. Lily just on got home after blowing off some steam shopping. After one look at me, all that steam she just blow off was back and then some. She knew that I just had sex somehow, but I know she doesn’t know it was her daughter.
“So what have you been up to?” She says as she grinds her teeth.
“Sticking my fat cock into a fine young woman.” I can’t help but have a grin on my face after saying that. And by the look in her eyes I can see she can barely keep from jumping over this table and try to straggle me. I love this. “They’re much better than hags like you.”
“What an unfortunate girl.” She’s really good at bottling it up. “I hate it when I have to fake an orgasm. If I don’t… the little boy gets his feelings hurts.”
“And if that boy decides not to fuck your worn out cunt, you get your feeling hurt and act like a passive aggressive bitch to everybody around you.” I calmly say as I pour some orange juice. That woman is about to lose it.
She grabs me by the shirt collar and says, “I’ve conquered men bigger, stronger, and meaner than… Ahh…” Her threats are cut off when I reach my hands down her pants and rub her pussy. I swear, it sounds like she’s already about to cum.
“Your almost at your breaking point, aren’t you?”
She grabs my hand and says like she’s out of breath, “No, I’ll never break. Especially by a punk like you. Mark my word, I’ll make you into my personal little human vibrator.”
“Just like Johnny.”
“No, not like that punk ass bitc…” Before she can finish, her phone rings. Guess who it is. You got it, Johnny.
As she’s busy yelling at him on the phone, I go up stair to my room.
***
As I try to fall asleep that night, I hear loud banging, panting, and moaning coming from the master bed room. But the sounds aren’t of my dad or that bitch, one sounds nostalgic and the sounds unfamiliar. For some reason I feel compelled to see whats going on. I walk into the hallway and look into the room through a crack in the door. The sight shocks me. I can’t believe what I’m seeing, my mom, my real dead mom, getting fucked cowgirl style on her bed by a man I never seen before.
The man is slightly higher than average build with a good tan, amazing chiseled features, like a six pack, and from what I can see, a mighty fine cock. Not that I like looking a dudes cocks, it just caught my eye for a second. It might even be bigger than mine. As my mom is riding him, she enters some kinda orgasmic bliss. There is even drool coming out of her mouth.
She says she’s cumming and collapses onto the floor. It looks like she’s about to pass-out. Her breathe is very hard, but that man gets off of the bed, approaches her and she gets off of the floor to finish the job with her mouth. She goes to town on it, deepthroating it. Quite a sight, you’d think she was the big by how cock hungry she is acting right now. In like 10-15 minutes later he cumming right in her mouth and she wholes all of his cum in one gulp and opens her mouth to show him her empty mouth. She just pats her on her head, gets dressed, walks out the bedroom door past me, and out of my sight.
Mom asks me for my help to get up and I proceed to help her up.
“So what did you think of the show,” she asks me, but I don’t say a word as I pull on her hair to see if it’s not the bitch in a disguise. “Boy, you better late go of my hair before I slap you so hard I make your head do a 180.” Yup, it’s her. I recognize those threats anywhere.
“Sorry, I thought you might be the bitch,” I say apologetically.
“The bitch? Oh, you mean Lily. You know you shouldn’t call her that. She is like your aunt and now she’s your step-mother. Though sooner she’ll be even more.”
“But if she hadn’t sleep with dad you’d still be alive.”
“Hahaha, is that why you hate her. She’s been doing that for years. Sometimes I’d join in.”
“…” I’m just flabbergasted by her words.
“I see you’re speechless. Have you ever thought that the people closest to you aren’t who you thought they were?”
“Uhhh”
“You thought I was a faithful housewife, who married for love, a moral person who always does what’s right, and a good mother who loves her son, right? Well, that last one is true, but the others not so much.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think you do.” She says as she rubs my dick. “I’m no saint and the reason Lily is my best friend is because we have so much in common. We’re both pan-sexual sluts.”
“…”
“Have you ever thought that the man you called dad all this time wasn’t your real dad?” Her strokes get harder.
“To tell you the truth, I kind of hoped that he wasn’t my father. But this is all a dream, right? I can just wake up or make this dream what ever I want it to be.”
“What would you make it then?” She lifts spreads her legs and guides my hand to your pussy. “You want me, right? Lily is right. You really are a momma’s boy. You want me, but there is a fine fuckable cunt in the next room.”
“But I already have a plan to get her. She’s almost ready. Plus I have her daughter until she cracks.” She get on my lap and and take my cock into her pussy.
“Her daughter is nothing compared to her. And if you can get Lily, then get her. Get her now. She’s all alone and desperately horny. Just put on the pressure and she’ll crack. Then make her yours. Don’t wait and by assertive and go on the offensive. And a few slap won’t hurt.”
***
I wake up with a painful erection and a feeling of shame. I just had a sex dream about my mother. I really am a momma’s boy. Oh well, now about my erection. My mom’s words about Lily ring in my head. I’m going to get her right now. I’m going to that room, Make her my bitch, and give her my gift.
I get out of my room, butt naked with a raging cock, with my gift for her in my hand, walk into the Lily’s room and lock the door. I take off the sheets so I see you naked body. She sleeps in the nude, go figure. Then I tell her to “Wake up, you dumb bitch.”
“Hmm, what, Lucas? What do you want?” She says is a daze as she stares at my cock. “Do you final give up and want me to fuck you?”
After she utters those words, I slap her across her face. She’s now fully awake and pissed.
“What the hell is your problem?” She says as she rubs her cheek.
“You’re my fucking problem.” I answer her with piercing eyes. “You fucking slut.”
“Why am I a slut? Do by slut you mean a woman of pleasure?” She smile with her reply. “Then yes, I an a slut.”
“You’re a filthy slut that doesn’t care who you hurt, just as long as you get you dirty cunt of yours stuffed with cocks and cum. It could be the husband of a woman you are friends with or the boyfriend of your daughter.”
“Hey, they can on to me. Blame the men for being unfaithful and the women for not satisfying.”
I slap her again and she begins to cry.
“Stop that!” She says with tears in her eyes.
“It does takes 2 to tango, but are you saying your daughter can’t satisfy her boyfriends? You treat her boyfriends better than her. She’s only a teenager. You get involved with men the rape and molest her and steal the under-aged teenage boys she’s going out with. She’s told me all this. Not to mention you slept with my father when he was still married to my mother, your best friend, causing her depression that contributed to her accidental death”
She begins to cry. “You don’t understand, especially that last one.”
“I don’t want to understand your twisted logic. But don’t worry. I’ll make it so you won’t have to ruin families. I’m the only man that you can fuck unless I say otherwise!”
“Wh-What do you mean?”
“You’re my bitch from now on.”
“I’m nobody’s bitch.”
“You say that, but your pussy is so wet and you’ve been eying my cock this whole time.”
Her face blushes and she covers herself with the sheets.
I pull the sheets away and tell her to “spread your legs, bitch.”
“Fuck you!”
“This is what you wanted, right. A nice fat cock.” She licks her lips and opens her legs slightly. She wants it so bad, but she is forcing her self not to. What can’t she have this attitude with married men? “Cocks have always been your master, haven’t they? You make your entire existence around pleasuring them. Now is no exception. Open them.”
She gives into my temptation and opens her legs fully. I pull then to the side of the bed and position my body over hers
“Good bitch. Now, beg for it.”
“N-No!” she may say that, but her pupils are dilated. Now for those that don’t know, when women are horny, they they lick their lips and dilate their pupils instinctively. Most women don’t know they’re doing those things, especially the latter one.
“You sure?” I begin to tease the entrance of her pussy with the tip of my cock.
“P-Pl… Yes, I’m sure.” She’s about to snap. Her face is all red with tears going down it and it looks like she’s trying to suppress her voice. Just a little bit more. So I raise my cock up a tad to rub it against her clitoris and she breaks. “Please, fuck me. Please ram it in.”
“Now if you want me to ram it in, you must call me ‘Master’.”
“No!” She still has some fight left in her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Master.” She’s so cute when she’s confused. “I mean momma’s boy.”
I smack her a third time. The moment I smack her though, her pussy wettens even more. “Don’t refer to you Master as that.”
“Yes, Master.” Now we’re getting somewhere. “Please fuck my dirty pussy with your cock.”
“That’s better.” I jam my fat member into her wet pussy. She let’s out a load moan when I do. “Who’s bitch are you.”
“I’m yours, Master.”
“Your my what?” As if I don’t know.
“I’m your bitch!” I certainly hope this doesn’t wake up Lily. She must be used to it by now. Her mother moaning in the middle of the night is nothing new to her and she probable fell asleep to it as a child.
I continue to mercilessly attack her defenseless cunt until she cums. Which isn’t very long. All of her sexual frustration must have severely reduced her orgasm time. I’ve only been fucking her for about five minutes. No bother though. Her orgasms aren’t what I’m after.
“That was sooo good.” She says with a big smile on her face.
“We’re not done yet.” I still continue to attack her wet cunt. I wrap my hands around her neck and lightly squeeze as she wrap her legs around my waist. “We’re just getting started.”
We continue like this for about twenty more minutes. After which, she’s orgasmed two more times. Meaning in twenty-five minutes, I’ve made her orgasm five times. Not bad, right?
Her face is filled with ecstasy and she cuddles up to me, but I tell her I have a gift for her. So I grab my gift, the remote control vibrator chastity belt and strap it on her.
“This is to make sure you don’t fuck anybody without my consent.”
“Yes, Master. I don’t think you have to worry about that.” She says as she puts her hand on her new gift.
I get back into bed and she cuddles up to me again.
***
The next morning I wake up early with my bitch right beside me.
“Wake up, whore.”
“Hmm, yes, what is it.” She says half awake.
“Fetch me some breakfast.”
“Sure thing, Master.”
I watch her as she wobbles out the door wearing only the gift I gave her. I’m almost done conquering her Mom. By the end of the day she’ll be mine and her daughter will be mine.

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Melanie’s Late Night Suprise

My 1st story. Hope you like it. It is a rewrite from another author i really liked, I just added different names.
Melanie’s Late Night Suprise
Melanie looked down at her phone as it vibrated on her desk. Her well manicured thumb pushed a button and she saw that it was her friend Bianca answering her text message. At least she wasn’t calling, where not only would Melanie be forced to stop her working but to also argue with Anne about her plans for tonight.
[ What a surprise. Cancelling plans yet again to work late. You, my friend, need to get out some and spend time with people and Mark told me some of his cute friends would be there. Your loss Melanie. Call me when you can and for God’s sake don’t work all night this time.]
Bianca was right to a point and she had been looking forward to going out dancing for a change but when her boss Stuart came to her desperate to get the project done she had agreed to do whatever was required. The fact that he was the most gorgeous man on the planet and he had the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen always made it hard to turn him down. Plus the fact that he was in line for a promotion and hopefully would reward those who had helped him get it was also a factor in her thinking.
Her ex Jeff had been jealous of Stuart she knew although that had been her fault for confessing once while drunk how attractive she found him. But he was married with two beautiful little girls she protested futilely but Jeff didn’t want to hear it. That was only one factor in their breakup and in reality it was fun while it lasted but they never had a real future together. Be that as it may since they split four months ago Melanie was no longer getting sex on a regular basis. One reason she had stayed with Jeff as long as she did was the fact that Melanie was a sexual person and she knew with her work schedule as it was that there wasn’t the time to date and find someone suitable for such things. Her vibrator had certainly picked up the slack but it wasn’t the same as a warm body next to you, nor could it laugh at your jokes or cheer you up when something went wrong.
Stop wasting time moping about things she thought to herself or you will be here all night with nothing to show for it. She started working earnestly now, compiling the various statistics and findings from a variety of material in order to make the case that Stuart would be bringing to the board for approval. Melanie worked nonstop for a couple of hours and had made great headway when her stomach growled sending her a message that now was the time to take a break and get something to eat.
She opened her top desk drawer and removed a number of take out menus from previous late nights. What did she feel like tonight? She immediately decided that Thai and Chinese food were out and she really didn’t feel like pizza. But the pizza place did make a nice Caesar salad and with some buffalo wings it was a nice combo. She called and placed her order for delivery and gave her cell number as a contact before resuming what work she could manage before the food arrived.
Some more work was accomplished before her phone rang indicating the food was there. She grabbed her purse and headed out to the elevators. When she arrived in the lobby a scruffy looking individual was waiting there with her order. Melanie didn’t like the look of him or how he stared at her like he wanted to eat her but she paid him, including a nice tip, and headed to the elevator with her delivery. She wondered why there was no concierge in the lobby like usual but she figured he must have been using the restroom or something. She looked back as the doors opened and noticed the deliveryman watching her while licking his lips. Melanie shuddered when she got on the elevator and breathed a sigh of relief as the doors closed.
Once she got back to her cubicle she ate the salad first before digging into the wings. She dipped them in the sour cream sauce and felt a twinge of guilt because she’d been working so hard lately that her trips to the gym had become infrequent at best. Still she knew she was in good shape in spite of that. Until graduating high school she’d been a member of the gymnastics team and though her skill wasn’t good enough for the college team she had continued doing it some with running and other activities to stay in great shape. Since college she had slacked off a bit while still exercising regularly and at twenty five her metabolism was still fast enough that she could indulge on occasion. Her dinner was just about finished when Luisa, the cleaning woman, made her appearance.
“Senorita you are here late again. You are always working, you are young and should be out having fun” she told her.
“Well what about you Luisa, you’re working as well so who are you to talk.”
“Yes but my job is to work nights, but you work day and night. Also I am married and have found my love unlike you.”
“They’ll be time for that once I get ahead at the job. The work I do now will pay off in the future”. Melanie said defensively.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you. It is just that people work so hard to get the corner office that they can forget the little things in life that are the real joy. Like time with my children – that is worth more to me than all the money in the world. But I’m sorry for bothering you.”
“No I’m sorry also and I know you mean well. Believe me my friends tell me the same thing. Hopefully I’ll be out of here in a little while.”
The woman resumed her cleaning but Melanie couldn’t shake the feeling that though she said no more that in her mind Luisa pitied her. A little while later the woman said good night before she left the office suite as Melanie was really cracking after her meal break. At the rate she was going the project might be finished tonight so she really bore down. An hour later she stopped and stretched, then rubbed her neck and shoulders.
Hunching over the desk while staring into the screen certainly wasn’t helping her posture, that was for sure. Tomorrow she really had to get to the gym and get some of the kinks out but with a feeling of satisfaction she knew the report was almost done. After a trip to the ladies room she would finish up and call it a night. Melanie took her I.D. badge and the restroom key and headed off. On her way she passed the closed conference room as well as a number of private offices. Well once Suart was promoted and she had someone who knew what she could do on her side it would only be a matter of time before she had her own office. The thought of that made her smile.
First she left the company suite and went to the ladies room in the hallway where the key gained her entry. She was just finishing wiping after tinkling when she heard a faint sound like the door opening quietly. Though she strained to hear more no further sounds came when suddenly the lights went out leaving her in pitch blackness.
“Hello is anyone there? Someone is in here, can you please turn the light back on. Luisa is that you?” she asked though the cleaning woman was usually gone by this time.
In fact no one answered her plea and the light remained off but she heard nothing else. After a minute as her heart raced Melanie stood and pulled up her panties and let her knee high navy blue skirt fall into place. By feeling her way out she managed to make it from the stall to the door which she opened sending light into the bathroom. Peering out she saw the corridor was empty and silent. Her hand flicked the light switch back on and she hurriedly washed her hands before heading back to the office.
She was on the watch for anything out of the ordinary but things seemed normal. Still she decided to just get her things together and head out. The project she could finish first thing in the morning. Swiping her card to gain access to the suite she swiftly headed toward her cubicle. Melanie had just passed the conference room when her ear registered the faintest noise like the rustling of fabric when suddenly someone seized her from behind.
One arm circled her waist while another went around her neck cutting off her air supply as she felt herself literally lifted in the air. Her feet kicked helplessly as they futilely tried to find some traction while her hands attempted to pry the arm off her throat. Though she was very fit the arm holding her was much too powerful for Melanie to budge and with horror she realized that she was being carried into the conference room.
Once they were in the room her attacker pushed his body against the door forcing it closed. Melaie was beginning to feel a little light headed from lack of oxygen when she felt a bulge growing against her posterior as the man rubbed into her. She redoubled her efforts to escape but he held her as easily as a rag doll before suddenly dropping her onto the carpeted floor.
She wound up on her stomach when a heavy body landed on top of Melanie knocking the wind out of her. First one arm, then the other was pulled behind her back as the intruder tied her hands quickly and efficiently with what felt like a scarf or some other strip of fabric. Once her hands were secure Melanie felt the body get off her prone figure. Not wasting any time she rolled onto her back to see her attacker. Standing over her was a hulking figure dressed head to toe in black including a black ski mask and black leather gloves.
After seeing the masked figure the cry Melanie was about to make died in her throat stillborn. He dropped to his knees straddling the pretty brown haired young woman and it was then she noticed he had a wicked looking blade in his right gloved hand. His free hand reached out and traced the line of her jaw before moving onto the pale skin of her neck. Melanie shuddered as for a moment he squeezed but he released her as fast as he grabbed her with his hand now working further down her body.
Lightly it moved over her white button down shirt until it reached the slight swell of her breast where it explored. It squeezed gently to start until the thumb and forefinger managed to take hold of her nipple through the two layers of her clothing. It pinched so hard that Melanie winced from the pain before releasing her. The reprieve was short lived as the intruder now rapidly unbuttoned the shirt from neck to waist revealing her pale, flawless flesh and white Maidenform brassiere.
Without warning the hand with the blade moved and as Melanie flinched it cut the material between the cups freeing her breasts from their bondage. Just as quickly the man leaned in and his mouth took as much of the tender flesh into it as could fit. As befitting a gymnast she had small, firm little breasts and they also were exceptionally sensitive. When his teeth gently closed on her pointy nipple a gasp escaped Melanie’s lips.
He continued suckling on her breast and his tongue repeatedly flicked her erect nipple sending signals straight between Melanie’s thighs. When his mouth switched to her other breast his free hand took the first in hand and kneaded the flesh. With both her breasts receiving attention Melanie felt herself start to moisten in spite of the circumstances. When the man worked one of his knees between her legs and pressed it to her awakened mound Melanie had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
After a couple of minutes of this with the man repeatedly switching his mouth and hand back and forth on her breasts and his knee rubbing against her she was becoming very aroused. Realizing this the man started to kiss his way down her flat tummy while his hand continued massaging her succulent breasts. He then yanked her skirt up over her waist and again using his knife he cut off her black panties revealing her treasure. A low whistle escaped his mouth as he beheld her shaved pussy. Katy left just a tiny landing strip of dark, brown hair above her perfect pussy.
It was small and pink with barely protruding inner lips which glistened from the moisture which was seeping from her. Her little clit stood erect and defiant as it peeked out from its hood and the man’s gloved thumb reached down and touched it. Unable to prevent it Melanie responded with a low moan making the man smile in reply. Sometime after cutting off her thong the man had dropped his blade and now using both hands lifted her toned lower half up to meet his hungry mouth.
When his tongue first grazed her lips Melanie squirmed around but was unable to escape his clutches. Once he started licking her in earnest, his tongue tracing her from her clit to the bottom of her lips, she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape. Then he plunged his tongue inside her wet hole as far as it could reach. He licked the inside walls which were sticky from her delicious juices and drank as much as he was able to.
Her head, neck and upper back remained on the floor but his hands securely held Melanie by her perfect ass keeping her pelvis and legs in the air where he continued to hungrily eat her delicious pussy, her bent knees resting on his broad shoulders. In spite of the circumstances Melanie felt a massive orgasm building in her and when his tongue slipped out and began licking her erect clit it proved too much for her neglected pussy.
Melanie’s full lips emitted a drawn out wail as her whole body trembled from the force of her orgasm. Her muscles contracted the length of her body and more of her clear nectar flowed from between her swollen lips. The man ignored this and continued his oral attention on her until her muscles relaxed after cumming. Only then did he slowly lower Melanie to the carpet and release his hold on her. Next he reached down and unfastened the buttons on his fly before removing his semi-erect cock.
Melanie’s eyes widened as she saw the stiffening meat swelling before her eyes. It was thick with prominent veins running its 12-inch length while the large mushroom head was purplish with pre-cum dripping from the hole. The man stroked it a few times as his body moved into position over Melanie’s prone figure. He placed one knee beside her head while his opposite foot rested on the other side of her head.
Holding his cock with one hand he pulled Melanie up by her brown pony tail so that her face almost touched his erection. Her pink tongue emerged and licked the clear liquid off his purplish engorged head before she opened her mouth and swallowed the head deep into her mouth. He gasped from the feeling as her tongue swirled on the sensitive underside of his cockhead and shifted his hands to support Melanie’s head. She began to bob her head up and down, taking more of his thick shaft into her warm mouth.
She was practically impaling herself now, violently swallowing his pole to the back of her mouth with each movement of her neck and head. Melanie’s saliva was escaping the corners of her mouth and running down her chin before dripping to the floor below. After one particularly deep swallow Melanie began to cough from his head triggering her gag reflex.
The masked man lowered Melanie to the floor as she recovered from her coughing fit. His eyes hungrily devoured her from the light brown hair of her head to her muscled, sexy legs as he moved his body lower so that he now knelt between her thighs. He grasped his erection and began rubbing it against the outside of her wet lips until it was coated by both her saliva as well as her pussy juice. His other hand reached out and for the moment gently took her throat between his thumb and fingers. Melanie felt the power of his hand as he squeezed for a moment before relaxing his grip. All the while his hard cock slid back and forth along the furrow of her wet pussy, on occasion touching her erect, little clit.
“Do you want my big, hard cock in your wet little pussy slut? Hmm, I think you do but I want you to tell me so” the man spoke for the first time.She recognized who he was. His voice was deep and sounded hoarse with lust and desire for the sexy office worker.
“Yes oh God I want it so bad. Please put it in me and fuck me hard” the Melanie said in reply to his query.
Immediately the man worked his head to the entrance of her pinkness and pushed it forwards so that it stretched to receive the thickness. Melanie moaned as it slowly penetrated her canal, her muscles gripping it tightly as it inched deeper. He lifted her legs and rested them against his torso while he continued sliding deeper into her. Finally he felt his full, hard length inside Melanie at which point he paused and just enjoyed the feeling of her muscles squeezing and contracting along the length of his erection.
It was the mewing sounds that Melanie was making that caused him to start moving his hips. Slowly he pulled back so that only a few inches remained in her paradise before driving it all the way back in. With each thrust Melanie whimpered as he filled her with his cock, sending her senses reeling. His gloved hand rested on her landing strip now and he began to rub her clit with his leather clad thumb.
His body was like a machine as it thrust and rubbed with a steady rhythm pushing Melanie once more to orgasm. Even as she cried out from cumming he continued his relentless assault, his cock and thumb not slowing at all. Before long he forced yet another climax from her aroused body but the strain was beginning to affect him as well. His rhythm became erratic as he felt his own body being overwhelmed with pleasure centered on his driving shaft.
With a moan he pulled out of Melanie and scrambled to kneel by her face. She brought her mouth up and forward and he just managed to slip his head between her lips before a large shot of cum exploded into her mouth followed by one after another. His hand pumped his shaft coaxing all his fluid into Melanie’s hot mouth. She swished the thick, white spunk around her mouth until no more came from his cock. Only then did she swallow it down her throat after which a smile appeared on her face.
The man remained hard and in fact lightly smacked her cheek with his prick a few times before again moving. Once he was kneeling besides her he rolled Melanie to her stomach at which point he helped her move her body so that she was on her knees with her firm, round ass in the air while her chest and head rested on the floor. Then he moved behind her in the kneeling position at which time he again thrusted deep until his balls rested against Melanie’s soft ass.
His hands grabbed her hips and guided them back and forth as he watched his cock disappear and then reappear with each movement. Her body was soon bathed with sweat giving her skin a sheen as she continued her movement. Soon he joined her thrusting forward to meet her hips moving backwards as the smell of sex permeated the conference room. He managed to move into a crouching position now with his legs widely spaced while his hands continued guiding her back and forth.
Melanie was again moaning as each hard thrust of his erection slammed her hard sending waves of pleasure radiating outward from her pretty pussy. Both of their breathing was becoming rapid as their bodies continued to push the limits of desire more and more. When Melanie climaxed again her pussy muscles contracted hard on his shaft and with a low cry he felt his spunk flow upwards into his shaft before emptying 6 times deep inside her pussy.
Both their bodies sank forward with his resting on top of hers as they came down from their orgasmic bliss. With a gasp he pushed his body up and off hers, in the process his softening shaft slipping from her well exercised love muscle. As she rolled onto her side he again brought it within reach of her willing mouth. Not for the first time did she open wide and suck the juices from it making him gasp as the sensitive flesh was massaged by her pink tongue.
When it was clean he pulled it away and put it in his pants. Melanie continued resting on her side allowing her heart to resume its normal rhythm as the man stood. He picked up both her cut lingerie and the knife from the floor and slipped them into a pocket. After that he helped Melanie stand and grasping her by her ponytail pulled her to the door. Next he opened it and led her into the main office. Once they reached her cubicle he untied her wrists and spun her so that she was facing him. Her arms twined about his neck and their lips met sending a current through both their bodies.
A few seconds later he broke the kiss and turned to walk away. Melanie sat in her chair and started to button her shirt when the man paused and turned. His gloved hand was in the process of pulling his mask up when he spoke.
“So Katy will the project still be completed on time even with this delay?”
She turned and smiled at the handsome and now unmasked man.
“Of course Stuart. I should be done in less than fifteen minutes. And thank you I really needed that – both the break and the fuck as well. See you tomorrow, and by the way you owe me a new bra and thong for the ones you destroyed.”
“Worth every cent and more Melanie. Besides I just plan on doing the same to the next set anyway. I just haven’t decided whether it will be here at the office or somewhere else. I want it to be a surprise.”
On hearing that Melanie felt herself starting to get wet down there again and her smile became even bigger.

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Fiction

School Bitch Gets Some Punishment

Every school had her. That girl who was the queen of the rest of the students. She was beautiful, popular, and usually a cunt. Time for some revenge on this school queenie.

Fiction

When In Rome – 07

Author’s NotesI’m having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and I’m still writing. I’m just having a hard time finding the time to write 6-8K words every day. Thanks for sticking with me :]
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Scene 01: Cassius – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________[u]CASSIUS[u]
He wasn’t a man to use the word “cute.”
But Callia, today, was the “cutest” thing he’d ever seen.
Everything was so new to her, so exciting. She flitted back and forth between the market stalls, speaking to everyone.. Touching everything. And he loomed behind her, the coldest, cruelest stare he could manage trained on the faces of any vendor that might consider telling her to stop. If anyone looked at her wrong, broke her mood – he’d fucking kill them. In the most creatively painful way he could think of.
Most of the vendors, especially the food vendors, were exceptionally friendly to her. Her charms had worked particularly well on the vintner, who had insisted that they try several of his best and make sure Lykos knew just how fine his wares were. Now she was teetering around in her sandals like a little lush, and the only thing keeping her balanced was the arm she’d looped through his.
He leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear. “What do you think?”
“Oh Cassius.” She breathed and her eyes focused intently on a sparkling stall filled to the brim with jewelry. “It’s better than I’d dreamed of.”
He laughed as he led her over the stall. “Come, meet Agnes.”
There were two people in Rome who stubbornly refused to fear Cassius. One was Callia. Agnes was the other. He swore that she had two spirits living inside her body; one was a sweet old woman with a kind word for everyone, the other a blood-thirsty savage who would cut your throat as soon as she’d shake your hand. She had to be at least seventy years old. She was the one vendor in the market that had never been robbed.
“Cassius.” Agnes beamed at him. “Now who’s this pretty little thing? Surely her father didn’t turn her loose with the likes of you.”
He laughed. “This is Callia. My sister.”
“Ohh.” Her eyes widened as she studied Callie. “Well, she is as pretty as the men all say. I didn’t expect her to be so.. Small. Pretty little runt, though. Hello, then, child. Enjoying the sights?”
Callia nodded politely, but she was a girl and they were in the middle of a jewelry stall. Her eyes were wide as she examined everything. “I’ve never seen the market before.”
“You should see this one, child. Look.” Agnes smiled at her and pulled a little ring off the wall and winked at Cassius. “The stone is almost the exact color of your eyes. Never seen a stone like this before.”
Cassius narrowed his eyes at Agnes. She was trying to be kind. Well, be kind and make a sale. She didn’t know that Lykos would never allow Callia to own anything, even something as small as a little ring. It pissed him off.
Callie gasped as she peered down at the ring. Agnes had been right. It was the color of her eyes, like it had been made for her.
“Well, try it on.” Agnes prompted, and Callie beamed as she obeyed.
“Let’s see.” Agnes snatched her hand over and inspected it. “Perfect fit. How ’bout that, eh, Cassius?”
Callie’s face was sad as she stared down at the ring. She chewed on her bottom lip as she held her out in front of her and inspected it in the light. She smiled at Agnes, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Its beautiful,” she whispered as she slid it back off her finger and held it out to Agnes. “But Father would never let me-”
“We’ll take it.”
Fuck Lykos. Callia had nothing. She didn’t have a bed, or one dress that she owned. She didn’t have a pair of sandals that were hers. Hell, her hair comb didn’t even belong to her. He could give her this.
Callia glanced up at him, and opened her mouth to protest, or speak, or something, but his hand was already in the pouch at his belt.
“Do you have a leather cord?” He asked as he dropped coin in Agnes’ hand. “One that will fit around my neck?”
She looked puzzled, but she nodded. She cut a length of cord about the right size and handed it to him. He looped it trough the ring and knotted it.
When he thanked the woman and led Callie away from the stand, he explained.
“I’ll hold it for you. Keep it around my neck until we leave here.”
She grinned and through her arms around his neck, and he held her close for as long as he dared.
They kept an acceptable distance as they walked slowly back to meet their brothers.
He heard the rustling in the trees along the empty path long before he saw the man stumble out from behind them, sword drawn.
“Where is she?” He voice was rough, like he’d been screaming. Blond stubble covered his face, and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled. “Where is my wife?”
Cassius pulled Callia behind him as he drew his sword. Slowly. Calmly.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are. How am I supposed to know where your wife ran off to?”
“His name is Titus.” Callie spoke up from behind him. “His wife is Julia. She was my friend before she got sold. She came from Britain like my mother.”
She leaned around him to peer at Titus, and he had to keep eyes on both of them.
“She’s gone missing?”
“Run along Callia.” Titus didn’t even look at her. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Callia, stay.” Cassius pulled a dagger out of the strap of his sandal and handed it to Callie. “I don’t know who is in the woods.”
He watched Titus. The man was sluggish like he hadn’t slept. His eyes were ringed with black circles.
“I just want her home, Cassius. I won’t say a word.” His jaw clenched. “You can kill as many fucking whores as you want. Just let my wife go.”
Callia gasped, and Cassius stilled. “You think the man that’s been killing whores has you wife?”
“I think you have her, yes. I know who you are.” Titus’ body was shaking so hard he couldn’t keep his sword arm steady. He looked terrified. “If you don’t giveher back, you better kill me now. Because I will find whatever it is a freak like you loves and I’ll fucking take it from you.”
“Titus, is it?” He rubbed at his eyes, exhausted. He should just slit the bastard’s throat and fucking be done with it. “What makes you think she hasn’t just run off?”
“It was like when all the other men’s wives and daughters been taken. Rope on the bed. Blood and.. Blood and cum on the sheets.”
Cassius paused. “When?”
“She was gone when I came home this morning.”
She could still be alive. Some of the girls had been missing for over two weeks when their bodies were found.
“Put your sword away. I don’t have your wife.” He shook his head, irritated. “I’ve got to take Callia home. Meet me in the center of the market at midnight. I’m going to catch this bastard. Work with me. Maybe we can get him quick enough to find your wife.”
The man’s body sagged, but he sighed and nodded. “If this is a trick. If I find out you took her, I’ll kill you.”
“You can try.”
*[u]CALLIA[u]
She knew the look on his face.
He sat back on the bed, naked, arms crossed behind his head. His cock was hard, thick and delicious and curving against his thigh. Her tongue darted across her lips. She wanted him to force that big cock down her throat until she choked on it.
He watched his slaves bathe her, his eyes dark and narrowed. The tight set of his jaw was in complete opposition to the relaxed posture of his body. His eyes never left hers. His breathing changed, chest rising and falling quicker as he watched the girls later soap slowly over her naked body. His hips rocked almost imperceptibly as one slid her hand between Callia’s legs to gently wash her cunt.
He stared at her like a lion watching his prey; ready to strike at any second. She arched her little cunt against his slave’s hand and let her head roll back. His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile spread slowly across his face. She froze. She felt like her heart stopped still in her chest. She knew that look, too. Surely he wasn’t..
The slaves paid no attention to the shift in her mood as scrubbed her skin with rough brushes. They soaped her again as her brother watched. Once they had rinsed her, they piled her wet hair on top of her head and began to drain the water as they worked the scented oil and lotion mixture over her clean skin.
Cassius pointed to the fireplace, and she stood there as she dried. The fire was so warm, but her knees were trembling. Her back had healed enough, she supposed, and it looked like her week off was over. He would beat her tonight. She knew it without him having to say it. She was afraid.
Her father had not been kind or careful with her punishment. There was nothing sexual about the violence she’d received at his hand. It had been hard for her; sex, arousal and the state of consciousness that came with it were how she’d learned to embrace pain. That was what Cassius had taught her after her first beating at the hands of some cruel client she’d never seen again. She had a secret suspicion that no one had ever seen that client again.
Her brother didn’t speak. He just crooked his finger at her and glanced at the floor beside his bed.
She bowed her head, and stared at the stones on the floor as she approached.
She held her body like she’d been trained: back straight, tits up, ass out to make sure she was perfectly pleasing to the eye. She knelt on her shins on the ground by his bed, just far enough away that when he looked down at her, he could see that every inch of her was displayed. Her shoulders were high, tits up in the air, legs spread open so that her cunt was offered to him. She wanted him to take what was his. Her. She was his.
She didn’t look up as he slid off the bed and walked a slow circle around her. His knuckles stroked her jaw, and when her eyes closed, he slapped her cheek. It wasn’t a very hard slap; it startled her more than it hurt but she couldn’t stop the sharp breath she inhaled.
“Keep your eyes on the ground like a good whore.” His hand wrapped around her throat, and he squeezed it. His fingertips dug into her flesh. “Don’t speak unless given permission. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded.
“If I tell you to speak, you will address me as Dominus.” His hand closed tighter. “Do you understand? Speak.”
“Yes, Dominus.” She could feel her legs shaking underneath her. Her stomach tightened as he released her throat and allowed her to breath. She nodded as she gasped in a breath.
She struggled just to put one foot in front of the other as he led her to the apparatus he used to restrain her. She couldn’t look at it. He’d kept it covered with a bed sheet for the last week because of what she’d gone through. He restrained her hands and belted her waist to the board, and she tried to pull inside herself for the strength she’d gained over her short life. She tried to remember the things he’d taught her, the ways to get herself in the right frame of mind but she was drawing up a blank.
He stroked the curve of her waist, and a small part of her tension eased. Not enough.
Her chest heaved as he adjusted a blindfold over her eyes. She could see nothing but blackness, and she started to shake. The belt chafed against her trembling body.
She relaxed when he touched her again, but just barely. The handle of his whip traced her slit, prodded at her. He squeezed her ass in one hand. His fingernails dug in as he pinched and pulled at her skin.
She was barely wet when he slid the first finger inside her cunt. She could hear him breathing, could feel him inside her, and she finally relaxed into it. This was Cassius, and relief was apparent in her moans as she pushed back against his hand as much as she could. She wasn’t allowed words, but she could still let him know it felt good.
He heard his growl behind her as he worked a second finger in with the first.
His fingers fucked her little cunt in short, rough strokes. He pounded them inside her until she could hear the strokes and his shallow breathing. His thumb pressed against her ass hole and she smiled to herself as she remembered just how fucking big he’d felt, how hard he was inside there. Her nipples were hard against the rough wood, and her pussy was soaking wet around his fingers.
She whined softly as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty. Her body sagged unhappily; she’d live with him inside her if she could. But then he wrapped his hands around the outsides of her thighs and he dropped to his knees behind her.
She bit her lip to keep from whispering his name as his lips pressed softly against the back of her thigh. She cried out when his tongue danced across her slit before sliding inside her. He prodded his tongue inside her wet little hole, and her entire body shook when she heard him moan. She couldn’t see him as he pulled, or maybe pushed, her lower body away from the board. He’d turned around between her legs so that his lips could wrap around her little clit.
Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed as he sucked her clit, soft then rough, soft then rough. He pinched her clit between his teeth at the exact same moment as his thumb slid inside her cunt. She screamed, some incoherent language that didn’t exist – one that could only be understood by the two of them. She felt/heard him laugh with his mouth still pressed against her slit.
He moved out from between her legs, and she whimpered. She fought against begging him to come back, but then his body was pressed against hers and he was tilting her head.. To his mouth. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. He held her so close to his body as his tongue explored her mouth, and hers tasted his. He pressed one last kiss against her neck.
“I’m going to whip you now.” His hand cupped her wet little cunt as his tongue circled the rim of her ear. She trembled just from feeling his breath on her neck. “Speak.”
This was it. Her first beating since.. But it was Cassius. She could do this. She could.
“Y-yes, Dominus.”
He stepped away, and left her there. She braced herself hard for the first hit, held her breath. Tightened her muscles. Everything the rational side of her knew not to do. But the hit didn’t come. He was silent and she couldn’t see. She didn’t count the seconds, but it felt like she hung there for hours, shaking with fear, anxiety, trepidation. She barely breathed.
The first crack of the whip sounded like lightening. It hadn’t touched her skin, but she cried out anyway; her legs buckled under her and only the belt and the ropes on her wrists kept her from losing her footing. Still he didn’t speak. Her stomach rolled with nerves and she hissed in sharp gasps. They mixed with whimpers as she hung there, helpless and restrained.
The whip sounded again, and her entire body tensed again to brace for the impact. The sound seemed closer this time, but there was no pain. He hadn’t hit her. But he would. She just didn’t know when. That frightened her more than knowing it was coming. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until she felt the heat on her cheeks.
Anxiety tightened in her chest. She could hear nothing but the sound of her own heart; could think of nothing but the sound of the cracking whip and the memory of what her father’s whip had felt like as it split the skin on her back. She felt her tears seeping into the blindfold.
When the third crack rang out and still did not touch her skin, she sobbed out loud. He’d commanded her not to speak, but that was alright because she couldn’t form words.
She lost track of the cracks that didn’t make contact with her flesh, until she could no longer hear them over the roar of her heart in her ears and the sounds of her sobs. She shook violently, the belt digging into her skin, until she could barely hold herself upright on her feet.
When his whip finally cracked her skin, it was almost a relief. The pain of reality didn’t compare to the pain she’d been imagining in her mind and she gasped in a shaking, ragged breath. It may not have been as hard as she was prepared for, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Fire spread across her back in a razor thin line and she gagged as she remembered what she had felt like at her father’s mercy when she’d felt the first trickle of hot blood running from one of the cuts on her back. The room she was in should have smelled like soap, lotion, firewood and Cassius. But her mind refused to let her smell anything but metal and blood and sweat.
By the third crack of the whip on her back, the ropes around her wrists felt like metal cuffs.
By the fifth, she could smell the spicy scent of the perfume her father wore.
By the tenth, she was quiet and sagging against her restraints – numb, out of focus; living in a perfect recreation of what she considered her own personal Tartarus. It was all in her mind, and she was left there reliving phantom whip strikes long after the room had went silent. Long after she’d been untied.
Nothing made sense to her, if it registered at all. The soft thing beneath her body. The strong, warm things around her waist. That vaguely familiar voice talking to her from so far away.
The world was still black.
*[u]CASSIUS[u]
His hands were shaking as he laid his little sister on the bed. He couldn’t take off her blindfold – not yet. Because for all the tears in her eyes, there were more in his.
He felt nauseated.
He was sure she had thought he lost control. He hadn’t. Every second of what he’d done to her, the sensory deprivation, the fear, the mind-fuck of whipping empty air just because it would terrify her.. He’d done it on purpose. She was in her “dark place” now, something he’d only seen very few times because he’d quickly learned how to avoid it.
And today he’d used that knowledge to take her there intentionally. But not for the reasons she would think.
He’d been beaten. Dozens, maybe a hundred times. He understood it and he understood Callia. This trip, this.. Descent into her own world of personal torment was inevitable.
Tomorrow she would go back to work, and any man who could pay the price could beat her in any fashion they chose. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Maybe the day after. But eventually it would have come to this. And Callia would be in this helpless state, completely at the mercy of a stranger who didn’t see her as a girl, a person. Someone who saw her as a toy. This unresponsive, broken shell would more than likely enrage whoever paid for a willing slut. There was no telling what would be done to her then.
But if he was the one to take her there.. He could control how she was brought out of it. He could care for her, make her feel safe.[/]
He kissed her forehead as he untied her blindfold. She blanched, squinted up at blankly for a second before she averted her eyes. Her body tensed, and tried to struggle out from under him. He lifted his arms, watching warily to see what she would do. His chest ached as she stumbled to the edge of the bed, and he reached out to grab her, but he wasn’t fast enough.
She fell sideways off the side of the mattress and landed hard on the floor. Her little brain didn’t even seem to register that as she pulled herself up onto her knees. In a perfect little slaves’ pose.
He crept toward her slowly, so as not to startle her. He sat next to her and pulled her body into his chest. She didn’t fight him, but every inch of her body was tensed as he pulled her into his lap. He rocked slowly back and forth as he held her tight against his chest, pressed kisses against the top of her head. He whispered softly to her as he stroked her head.
“Where are you right now, Callie?”
The tiny modicum of relaxation she’d gained vanished. She froze. “Right here, Dominus.”
“Look at me,” he sighed, and tilted her face to his. “Who am I, Callie?”
There was nothing in her eyes, no light. They were flat, near dead. Blank but for a small hint of confusion.
“You’re my master.”
“No.” He rested his forehead gently against hers as he cradled her body. “Look at me Callie. See me.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand. Just tell me what you desire from me, Domi-”
He silenced her with his lips on his and stood up with her in his arms. He laid her back on his bed and climbed on top of her, resting on his elbows.
“Tell me my name, my love.”
She shuddered underneath him, and when she spoke he could hear the tears in her voice.
“Cassius.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her cheek, the curve of her jaw. He laid his head in between her shoulder and chin. “Who am I, Cal?”
“Um.” She swallowed hard and he felt her turn slightly towards his. When he felt her body relax against his, just a little, a bit of the tightness in his chest eased. “My brother.”
“Yes.” His fingertips stroked her belly, and her head lulled back. “Where are you, Callie?”
“I-in your bed.”
“In [i]our bed,” he corrected. He moved back on top of her. She was coming back. Slowly, but his girl was in there somewhere. He could see that fire, that curiosity in her eyes. “Our bed, Callie.”
The ring, the one he’d bought her at the market, hung from his neck and rested just between her breasts.
“I’m sorry, Cassius.” She looked away. “I got scared.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He kissed her, and this time she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her kisses weren’t soft, they were hungry. She whimpered against his mouth as he bit at her bottom lip, and her hips arched up against him. He pulled her up and rested her back against his pillows so that she was almost sitting upright.
“Look at me, baby.” He pulled her legs apart and laid between them. His eyes met hers when his mouth was just inches away from her cunt. “Watch me, Callie. Like I watch you.”
Even from here, he could see the dried tears on her face. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he spread her legs wider and pressed his lips against her clit. He toyed with her cunt with his fingertips, but didn’t slide them inside. Not yet.
He trailed his tounge down from her clit to her hole and back up, watched her eyes almost close as her hips rocked up.
“Don’t close your eyes, Callie.”
He sucked hard at her clit, and heard her soft gasps. He watched her back arch as he finally slid a finger inside her cunt. She was always tight; her little cunt was perfect. Sweet and wet, and gripped his finger hard as he tasted her pussy. The taste of her cunt was something he couldn’t get enough of. He craved it. Now that he’d had her on his tongue he had no idea why he’d waited so fucking long to bury his face between his sister’s legs.
“Cassius?” She whimpered, her voice ragged as she pressed her hips up against his face. “I.. I n-need..”
He pressed a loud kiss against her clit. “Yes, my love? Tell me, sweet sister. What do you need?”
“I’m close. I’m.. Oh Gods,” she moaned out loud, her legs tightening against his hands. “I want to cum with your cock inside me, Cassius. Please. Fuck me.”
He sucked harder as she spoke, her words driving him half fucking mindless. She screamed as he slammed his finger inside her one last time. Yes, she was starting to shake for him.
He covered her mouth with his, catching her scream between his lips as he pressed his cock against her entrance. His fucking hand was shaking, body tight with the need to be inside her. But he teased her first, listened to her beg as he trailed the head of his cock up and down her slit.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he teased, watching her tight little body writing underneath him.
Her eyes widened and she gaped up it him. “I love you cock. I need it. I want to feel it, Cassius, I want to feel it spread my little cunt open and pound inside. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cum spill inside me.”
He slammed inside her before she’d even finished speaking, and she screamed as her hips back against him. She slammed up, meeting every single thrust. She slammed her cunt against him every bit as hard as he slammed his cock inside her, and it didn’t take long. Five thrusts, maybe six, before her words lost all meaning. She was still talking, but he had no idea what the fuck she was saying other than the occasional ‘please.’ He never slowed his pace. His little sister wanted his cock inside her when she came, and that was what she gave her. He drilled into that hot, tight little cunt even as it trembled around him, got even wetter than before. He tightened his grip on her hips to keep himself from following her.
When she collapsed back against the bed, he slowed his thrusts. Not to let her recover, but to let himself.
“Cassius?” She peered up at him through half lidded, confused eyes.
He buried his cock deep inside her and stayed there, barely rocking against her hips. “Yes, my love?”
She bit her lip and rocked her hips up against him with her little, freckled nose crinkled. What in the hell was she thinking so hard about.
Finally, the confusion lifted, just a little. “Well, I love cock.”
He couldn’t help it. He never laughed. No one ever made him laugh. But he collapsed on top of her, roaring. That’s what she’d been so confused about? He could feel her cunt squeezing around his cock, each laugh making him shake inside her. “Yes, dear sister. I know you love cock.”
“No, Cass-” She whined, and tried to stomp her foot – which was awkward and cute considering she was laying on her back. “Let me figure out what I’m trying to say.”
He was still laughing softly above her.
“Okay,” she blew out a breath, and rocked her hips against his like it was helping her think. “I know that you can love cock. You can love getting fucked. But.. Can you love a person?”
He froze, and every bit of the humor he’d seen in the situation melted away. His chest pounded, his stomach clenched tight with nerves as he stared down at Callia. He studied the quizzical expression of her beautiful little face.
“Yes, Callia.” He told her softly. “You can love a person.”
“Cass?” She pressed her hips against his and rocked them in small, satisfied circles. His sweet little sister stared up at him with his cock buried balls-deep inside her cunt and smiled. “I love you.”
Every muscle in his body tightened, hummed like a bowstring as he pulled out and pounded back inside her. His cock throbbed, ached, and so did he as he pounded inside her.
“Do you, Callia?” He didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke. “How much?”
“Even more than I love getting fucked.” She giggled beneath him between her sharp cries as her cunt took his cock.
His hand wrapped around her throat as he drove back inside her, and he watched her choking and bucking under him as he slammed his cock inside her. He lost himself in the thrusts, putting the full weight of his body behind every stroke. Her body rocked backward with each stroke, her head hit the headboard every time his balls slapped against her ass. He’d never fucked her quite this hard, never felt quite like this – this full bodied abandon as he tried to fuck past her cunt.. To fill her entire body up with his. He let go over her throat, pulled her legs up over his shoulder and focused on nothing but her screams and the way her body gripped him. He wanted to make her cum again, needed to hear her scream those words as they came together.
It didn’t take her long; that sweet little body started to shake under him. He bit at her calf as he held on trembling foot in his hand.
“Tell me again, Callie. Tell me when you cum on my cock.”
She grinned as her hands found the head board behind her, and she locked her arms out straight, pushing her body towards his. He filled her, and when her legs started to shake and he watched his little sister come with his cock inside her, screaming that she loved him.. He fucking lost it.
He wasn’t silent when he came either, not this time. He collapsed on her with a long, low growl as he filled her wet, shaking little cunt up with his cum. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off her when she collapsed on top of her body.
His lips pressed up against her ear, and he whispered softly words that only she would ever hear from his lips.
“I love you.”

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This Means War

I know there isn’t tons of sex in this one, but I had great fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it.

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Hell House-Chapter 3

If you have not read chapters 1 & 2, you should do so, before reading this. Clicking on my name, in yellow above, will take you to the list of all my stories. Then just click on Hell House

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Teaching High School Girls Part 1

Jeff Ayers was a high school English teacher, and a good one. He always had students with good grades, because he was good at making them care about studying. Of course there was always a group that was the exception, and this year was no different. It was a group of three girls this semester, Hollie, Katie, and the leader of the group, April. They were the popular girls, but not because everyone liked them, because they were the sluttiest and hottest girls. They got their way because they used their sexiness as a weapon, but it wasn’t going to work with Jeff. He didn’t pass them just because they came and flirted with him after class, and he didn’t let them out of detention when they did things wrong.
Not that it was easy to resist. In class they would talk and flirt instead of paying attention, so they would flunk tests. When they couldn’t get their grades changed with their low cut shirts and short skirts, they started acting up in class more, which got them detention. Afterschool in detention they would try to flirt with him, egging each other on to show more cleavage to him, and hike their skirts up, but he ignored it, which enraged them. Eventually they started to take it personally, and started spreading rumors about him, but he was a popular teacher, so not many people believed him. Toward the end of the semester, they came to him, pissed off because they were flunking, and wouldn’t graduate unless he passed them. He refused, and they left enraged, screaming obscenities at him. He wondered what else he could do to help them grow up.
That Friday night, he was at home having a drink with dinner at his house, when there was a knock on the door. He looked out and saw it was Hollie, the ringleader of the group. He sighed, thinking “What the hell is this?” and opened the door. He wasn’t amused, but she seemed to be genuinely interested in just talking. She said, “Can I come in?”, and he reluctantly let her in. She was wearing her usual short skirt, but she wasn’t being as slutty as usual.
He was confused at first, and just stood there waiting for her to say what she wanted. She didn’t, as if she was waiting for him. “Well, aren’t you going to like, invite me in?” He was still skeptical, but said, “Yeah, ok.” As she walked past him, he looked around outside, but just saw her car parked in his driveway. He knew he would have to be careful, he was treading on thin ice having a student at his house alone like this. He closed the door and said, “So, Hollie, what can I do for you? If this is about your grade on the midterm, I told you girls already there’s nothing you can do to change that grade.” She kept walking casually into his kitchen, and leaned against the counter, then finally said, “No, it’s not about that, I just wanted to stop by and say hello.”
He didn’t trust that and said, “Hollie, you know students and teachers shouldn’t be seen like this outside school. Especially a young girl and a male teacher like us. If that’s all you wanted, you should really leave.” As he started toward the door to show her out, she said, “No, that’s not really it.” She sighed and said, “I just wanted to say…” she hesitated and he said, “Spit it out,” and she blurted out, “I’m sorry for the way that we’ve been treating you.”
He stopped and turned, trying to judge if she was sincere, and she seemed to be. He said, “Thank you Hollie, but that doesn’t change the damage you’ve done in my class. If you truly are sorry, you should start behaving and minding me in class, and try to get your two friends to do the same.”
He started to show her to the door again, but she said, “Ok Mr. Ayers. But before I go, can I at least have a drink?” He was starting to think he’d never get her out of his house, and how long it would be before one of his neighbors noticed his student’s car in his driveway. He went to the fridge and said, “I have coke and water.” She said, “Coke please,” and he handed her one. He got a glass out and poured himself a glass of water. He didn’t want to keep drinking his beer until she was gone.
She said, “Can I use your bathroom Mr. Ayers?” He sighed, and said, “Yes, but please be quick.” She said, “Mr. Ayers, that’s rude, you don’t tell a girl to hurry in the bathroom, you don’t know what—“ He cut her off, not wanting to start an argument about it, and said, “Ok, fine, it’s this way.” He led her down the side hall toward his bedroom, and showed her the bathroom next to the foyer. She went in and he heard the door lock behind her. ‘Great’ he thought, ‘No telling how long she’ll be now.’ He went to the front door again and looked out, hoping he wouldn’t see anyone showing interest in her car, and he didn’t.
His mind was racing, ‘what to do’, He knew she was up to no good, but he couldn’t figure out how. He thought, “I’ll call Zoë, she might know what to do.” Zoe was his daughter at college. He went to the living room and got his cell and dialed her, but before she picked up, he heard Holllie clicking her heels across the kitchen floor. He hurried back in, and saw her standing where she was before, sipping her soda. He thought she couldn’t have been in there more than 20 seconds, but he was just glad she was out.
He didn’t say anything, he just stood there waiting for her to finish her soda so she could leave. He was determined not to let her get to him, so he just sipped his water. She stood there awkwardly sipping her own drink, looking around, until finally she finished her drink. He set his glass down and said, “Ok, now if there’s nothing else, I’ll see you on Mond—“ he slurred the rest of the word out, and started to feel woozy. He felt himself going numb, and just barely was able to catch himself before falling onto the tile of his kitchen.
He ended up on his face, and when he tried to move, he couldn’t. He could still feel the cold tile, and hear Hollie’s heels click, but he couldn’t move a muscle in his body. He started to panic, not knowing what was happening, but then he saw Hollie’s heel step in front of his face. She bent over and he saw her face in front of his. She slapped his cheek sharply, which he felt all of, but he didn’t even flinch. She smiled and said, “Sorry, Mr. Ayers, looks like you’re a chump after all.” She giggled and clip-clopped away.
He suddenly realized what was going on, she had drugged him! It must have been his water glass when she got back from the bathroom. He kept trying to get up, but he was completely paralyzed. It seemed all he could do was blink his eyes. This was bad, he had no idea what she was planning to do to him.
Just as he was wondering what Hollie was going to do next, he heard her clip-clopping back into the kitchen, but then there were two, no three sets of heels. ‘It can’t be!’ he thought. But it was. He felt four small hands pull his shoulder, and roll him over onto his back. His eyes squinted against the bright lights he was looking up into, but after a second they adjusted, and he was able to confirm that the giggly voices he heard did indeed belong to Hollie, Katie and April. They were all wearing their usual short skirt, but this time he could see straight up them as the stood over him. They all had cotton panties on, and Katie pulled her skirt forward and shook her ass when she caught him looking.
April, always the leader, said, “Hi Mr. Ayers, did we catch you at a bad time?” They all started laughing, and he knew he was in for trouble. He didn’t know how long this drug would last, or what their plan was, but his only hope was that someone would see the cars, or see the girls through the window, but then as if she read his mind, April said, “Hollie go move your car around the block. Katie, start closing all the curtains and blinds.” They left his field of vision, and April straddled his head and shook her hips, waving her panties just inches from his face. She said, “You have no idea what you’re in for Mr. Ayers. Can I call you Jeff? Shake your head if you don’t want me to.” When he didn’t, she giggled again and said, “Thanks, I will.”
She slowly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, then kicked them off. She spread her legs over his face again, showing her bush of fine hairs and her slit to him. He felt his dick growing hard as a rock, despite his desire to prevent their teasing from getting to him.
April turned and looked at the bulge in his pants, and said, “Good, the stuff works.” He hoped she would tell him what they had used on him, and he wasn’t disappointed. The girls came back, and reported to April that everything was good. April sat on his chest and said, “You’re wondering what we did to you no doubt. I guess there’s no harm in telling you, since there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s called Parazyl, it’s a drug that causes complete paralyzation but with no loss of feeling. That means that as long as we keep you dosed, you won’t be able to move a finger, but you’ll feel everything we do to you. That means we can do whatever we want, and you’ll react accordingly.” She reached back and grabbed his dick as she said that, sending a twitch through him.
She smiled, and got up. After that, the final piece fell into place. He figured out their plan, but the continued to tease him with it, not realizing he knew. He hoped that their underestimating him would somehow give him an advantage. They picked him up by the arms and dragged him to the couch and propped him up so he could see forward. He saw Hollie had a duffel bag. She pulled a camcorder out of it, and he knew he was right. April and Katie went to work stripping him naked, teasing his cock, as April explained, “Since you’ve been such a hard ass all year long Jeff, we’re going to have a little fun with you. You’ve been so resistant to our efforts to make good grades in your class, we’ve had to resort to drastic measures. Not that we object to all of this, but it’s a lot of planning you know? We’re going to record everything this weekend, and by the end, we’ll have enough footage to put together a very damning video for someone in your position. It’s amazing what the right editing can do. So if the three of us don’t end the year with perfect grades, well then that video might find it’s way into the wrong hands.”
April had Hollie and Katie go search the house while she stayed and played with his dick. She said, “It’s quite bigger than I expected, I guess this will be more fun than we thought. We were worried you’d have a tiny little dick.”
Hollie came back from searching his room, and said, “I couldn’t find anything. I searched everywhere and couldn’t find a single naughty thing.” Katie came back and said, “It looks like he has a daughter, I searched her room and found the goods. A couple vibrators, two buttplugs, lots of lube.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he had no idea his Zoe had all that stuff in his house. He always trusted her since she was such a good girl, he never even thought to search her things. April said, “Good, we’ll use her stuff, that’ll make it even dirtier. Would you like that Jeff? You want to watch us fuck our pussies with your daughter’s vibrators?” She paused, “You would?! You’re bad Jeff!”
They got down to business. Katie said into the camera, “Mr. Ayers had been trying to get me to suck his dick for months now. I’ve tried to be a good girl, but he’s just so persuasive, I’m finally giving in.” She took his dick in her mouth and his resistance quickly melted away. She was an amazing dick sucker, and soon all he could think about was how good her mouth felt. She knew what she was doing, whenever he got close to cumming, she would slow down. He couldn’t do anything but let it happen while Hollie filmed it. When Katie has had enough, she stands up and says, “Was that what you wanted Mr. Ayers?” in her most flirtatious voice. He couldn’t respond, but she said, “Good, I’m glad I could please you.”
April said, “I’m next, I’ve been waiting all year to fuck him, and now I finally get my chance.” She straddles him, and takes his dick and rubs in in her slit. He was on the verge of cumming after Katie’s blowjob, and April’s warm pussy felt amazing. He was beginning to lose himself in the feeling of fucking these tight young girls. April said to the camera, “Mr. Ayers, they said in sex ed to use a condom for safe sex, do you want to put one on?” She paused, as if waiting for a response, then said, “You don’t!? But I’m not on birth control, what if I get pregnant? You want me to get pregnant!? Mr. Ayers, you bad boy.”
Jeff couldn’t believe it, was this girl really going to make him fuck her without birth control? She had to be lying, it was just another way to torture him. She slid his dick to her pussy entrance, and let herself sink down, penetrating her tight warmth completely. She buried his cock inside her, and rode him like a pro. He was helpless to stop her, as her friends taunted him, filming the whole thing.
She didn’t tease him like Katie did, prolonging his pleasure without making him cum. She wanted one thing, and soon she got it. Jeff started shooting his cum into her, moaning in pleasure as the girls cheered. After he finished, April said, “Mr. Ayers, that was so good. Look girls!” She leaned back, pulling his dick out of her with a pop, and Katie zoomed the camera in on her pussy. His cum was leaking out of her, and she said, “Mr. Ayers, you came in me so much! I’m gonna get pregnant for sure!” They all laughed, and April said, “Alright girls, Mr. Ayers wants a turn with you two now. Get to work!”
The other two girls took turns riding his cock over the next 30 minutes until they each got a load of cum in their inviting pussies. They kept telling the camera that they weren’t on birth control, and that Jeff wanted to knock them up.
After that, they took turns fucking him some more, raiding his liquor cabinet while they did. They put on a show for the camera, talking about how Jeff had them over to his house and let them get drunk all the time. Soon they were drunk though, and they were fighting over who got to suck his dick, even though the camera had been forgotten. They settled on April and Katie sucking him while Hollie played with their pussies. The girls seemed as interested in each other as they were in him at this point.
After a while, they got a small bottle out of their bag and used the dropper to put a few drops in his mouth. Katie said, “Gotta keep you topped off, don’t want you ruining our fun! We’re going to keep this party going all weekend.” After that, he kept an eye on the VCR clock on the other side of the room to track how often they gave him the drug. It seemed to be about every 3 hours. He never felt it start to wear off either, so he started to get a good idea of what the dose should be. His hope was that the girls would pass out drunk and forget to dose him.
Around 3 am, after about 9 hours of the girls fucking him, they went off to the upstairs giggling. He kept hoping that they would forget to come down and dose him again, and soon his wish came true. About 8 am the drug started to wear off. He could move, but he was uncoordinated. They hadn’t bothered to restrain him, so he could get up. His heart was racing, worried that one of them would wake up before he got control, but they didn’t. By the time he could walk, he quickly went to their bag and got the bottle. He crept quietly down the hall, not knowing where they sleeping. He was still naked, but he didn’t care, he was focused on turning the tables on them.
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MISDIRECTED MESSAGES: (3) THE NOTE

This is the third of six stories about messages going to the wrong person, and the result of that mistake. They are completely separate stories, and are only connected by this common theme. This story is quite long; it is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

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Fun on the Class Trip

Ignorant people can be infuriating. Especially when they have to ruin things for you. It’s time to show this ignorant bitch what happens when you push things too far.

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Lesbian Cuckold

I’ve been having this fantasy for the past few weeks. I figured I’d write it up and see if anyone else found it as hot as I do. This is a bit stylistically different than most things I write, with less exposition and less dialogue. How do you like the difference?

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One Step Ahead – Part 4

I knew that it didn’t actually matter how I were to present the evidence to Mindy; either she was going to accept her fate or she was going to try to find a way to get out of it. I had predetermined plans that I would follow depending on how she took it. Despite it technically not mattering how I presented the video, I wanted to make sure that it had as debilitating an impact as possible.
I figured that the best way to do that was steal her moment of power from her and turn it on her head. I had woken up around 9am both days that she had handcuffed me, I wasn’t sure how long it took her to put the cuffs on but I was crossing my fingers that 7am was fine so that I set my alarm for that. That night I slept like a baby. I was pretty sure that it was because I’d gotten no sleep at all, but knowing that I had the power now probably helped as well.
I woke up slightly before 7 and jumped out of bed to switch off the alarm clock. I checked around to make sure everything was in place, then stood to wait next to my door. I had only been waiting 20 minute when my door opened and Mindy walked in. She was wearing a little white t-shirt and a pair of pink boyshorts with SPANK ME pasted on the butt. Considering my plans, the coincidence was extremely entertaining. She was carrying new handcuffs. Some part of my brain idly wondered if she had bought in bulk to get a better price on these things because she sure had a lot of them.
Mindy had only taken a few steps into the room when she noticed my bed was empty. There was a noticeable slump of her shoulders but before she could turn around I stepped up behind her and wrapped my left arm around her, pinning her arms to her sides. With my right arm I reached in front of her and put my hand around her throat, not holding tight enough to actually choke her but constricting enough to convey that I didn’t want her to struggle.
“You and I are going to watch a little movie, and then, when it’s over, we’re going to have a conversation. Do you understand me?” I asked her.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Get your fucking hands off of me,” Mindy shouted back at me.
I let go of her, spun her around, and then slapped her face. I didn’t hit her very hard but she went reeling away from me. I grabbed her arm and started to pull her toward me.
“Get the fuck off of,” before she could finish speaking I slapped the other side of her face about as hard as the first slap.
“You son of a,” this time I really let her have it. She flew to the floor and I was sure that I was going to have left a handprint.
“You better think carefully before you say a single word about my mother,” I said to her with more menace in my voice than I knew was possible. “I want you to stand up and don’t say another word to me until after we’ve finished watching our little movie. If you understand me then nod your head. If you don’t understand then I’ll be happy to keep playing this little game every time you do try to speak.”
She stared daggers at me but after a few moments she stood and nodded her head. I told her to look at one of the walls then reached behind me and grabbed a remote off my dresser. I turned on a projector and the video started. She stood staring at it while I leaned against the dresser watching her.
To this day it remains one of the best moments of my life, watching the comprehension dawn on her face then transform into fear then melting into rage which slowly lost ground until there was again only fear. I waited until I was fairly sure that she understood the import of what she had just watched then switched it off.
“Take a seat Mindy. You and I are going to have a little conversation, and what comes of our conversation will be up to you. As you can see from that little video, I have proof of you doing something very, very wrong to me. In fact, I think that any sane person would agree that it’s so wrong that it would send you to jail. Even with a very good lawyer this wouldn’t be a short sentence. Do you agree with that assessment?” I kept my voice as calm as possible while saying all this.
Mindy stared at me with almost no expression on her face. After thinking it through for about half a minute she finally spoke, “What do I need to do to make this go away?”
“Why, Mindy, this is a horrible start! I asked you a very simple question and you failed to answer it. So far that’s one time that I’ve asked a question that you didn’t answer. We’ll make sure to keep count. Now, tell me if you agree that this video is proof of you committing a criminal act.”
Anger flashed across her face for a second then disappeared. “I agree that the video is what you say it is,” she replied after a few more moments.
I clapped my hands together, “Excellent! Now you already jumped ahead to the next question of how do you make this go away. Unfortunately, it doesn’t. I’m not going to give you the tape. Ever. There are multiple copies of it, some soft copy and some hard copy, so you can’t just destroy the laptop either.
“So if I’m not going to give it back to you then I’m sure you’re wondering what IS going to happen,” I gave her a bit of a fish eye then said, “I’m glad you asked! That was very considerate. Well! I’m not one for beating around the bush so what is going to happen is this: you now belong to me. In every way. You will do what I say, when I say it, no matter what it is or where you are when I say it. You are my mine from this moment forward.
“I’m going to assume that you’re still rejecting this in your head, trying to figure out a way around it so I’m going to explain something to you: what I want to do is get my revenge on you for the hell you’ve put me through. I would prefer to do that through my devices but I would be completely content if my revenge is sending you to jail for raping me. I will send this tape to the authorities at the slightest provocation or for ignoring the simplest of commands. I may have a preference for getting revenge one way, but it is a VERY slight preference. Do you understand me?”
“If you release that tape then everyone is going to see you getting raped too, seems to me like that’s a shitty revenge,” Mindy said.
“That’s twice now you’ve failed to answer my question.”
“What does that even mean, twice I’ve failed? Why are you counting that? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“That’s three.”
“Fine. Whatever. What was the question?” She asked.
“That’s four. I dislike having to repeat myself. My question was: do you understand that I will release the tape at the slightest provocation?”
“I understand that you think you will, but if that were true then you’d just release it right now instead of doing your stupid counting when I didn’t answer you.”
I had to admit, it was actually a good point and I don’t know why but it made me laugh. She was startled by the laughter and for whatever reason it made her skeptical but she kept her thoughts to herself.
“That’s true. Pardon my poor semantics. The slightest provocation may not be entirely accurate, but the soul of what I’m saying remains. If you push me on something I will get you sent to jail and be satisfied by the results. Now, do you understand THAT?”
“Yes, I understand you,” she said.
I was caught a little bit off guard by the sudden capitulation, she had replied immediately and with no animosity in her voice. After slightly longer pause than would fit in a normal conversation I said, “Alright then. Decision time Mindy. Either you give yourself to me to become my property or you go to jail. Which will it be?”
During the entire course of this conversation she had been looking me right in the eyes but for the first time her eyes dropped to the floor. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit it. Her fists clenched and unclenched but I got the impression that it wasn’t from frustration, it was just part of how she thought.
Eventually she looked up at me. “I don’t want to go to jail, but I have some conditions. I don’t want you to,” she said before I cut her off.
“I don’t think you understand Mindy, this isn’t a negotiation,” I said. “If you choose to be my property then I own you. If I choose to treat you poorly then that’s my decision. If I ignore you, let dust gather, over use you, or anything else, those are all my prerogative. Property does not get to set distinctions. This is an all or nothing. There is no inbetween. Now, which will it be?”
She looked me in the eyes, unblinking. I’ve always thought staring contests were silly. It’s painful not to blink and doesn’t really prove anything. I had no desire to lose any authority due to some stupid game but neither did I want it to look like like she could bully me just with the force of her personality. Instead I plastered an entirely apathetic look on my face and intentionally blinked at her. Slowly.
She kept staring for another minute or two then finally looked down. She mumbled something to the carpet.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you. This is an important decision in your life Mindy! I think you should speak clearly, don’t you?”
“I SAID, fine, I will be your property.”
“Mindy, with that attitude I find it hard to believe that you really mean it. Here, if you’re serious, let’s do this: you nicely ASK me to allow you to be my property,” I said.
Mindy stared at me in shock. I could see her wanting to exclaim that she’d never ask for such a thing but just the fact that she didn’t shout at me let me know that I’d won. Finally she took a deep breath and said, “Jason, will you kindly allow me to be your property in exchange for never sharing that tape with anyone. Please.”
“Yes Mindy, I will allow you to be my property.”
To this day I don’t know how I didn’t break out into an enormous grin after saying those momentous words. Oh I knew that there would be more battles of wills, training, etc. That didn’t matter. Not right now. I had done it. I won. She was mine. I’d won and everything going forward would be based in the reality that in the beginning she had ‘willingly’ accepted me as her owner. Life, for the first time in a very long time, was looking up.
I walked over to my dresser, pulled a blindfold out of the top drawer, walked back to her and gave the blindfold to her. She took it from my hand without saying a word and just stared at it. I didn’t see a reason to say anything yet so I stood in front of her and waited. She was still sitting on the bed so I felt as if I were towering over here, looking down on her in her indecision.
“I’ll put this on if you want but I’d prefer if you put it on me,” she said.
I wanted her to wear the blindfold because I was fairly sure that I would not be able to control my nerves. If my hands started shaking, my anticipation showed on my face, my erection became noticeable or any other tells were present I wanted her to remain in the dark, so to speak. I also had no idea why she wanted me to put it on her but I had a hunch she just wanted to tell me to do something.
Instead of answering I shook my head.
“So I have to put it on myself?”
I nodded slowly.
“What if I miss a spot and can still see?”
“Then you fix it so that you can’t see through that spot anymore,” I said.
She had been staring up at me and without looking away she lifted the blindfold up and put it around her head then tied it. She adjusted it a few times then seemed content that it was doing its job.
“Alright, your silly blindfold is on. Now what?” She said. It wasn’t quite a blatantly disrespectful tone but it was close enough to irritate me.
I wouldn’t have minded if I had thought that she was just trying to make a joke out of it, I probably still would have been annoyed but may have let it slip. I wanted to own her and control her, but I wanted to own and control Mindy the person, not Mindy the robot. That meant that she’d have her own thoughts and feelings, I didn’t want to discourage her personality. The appeal of owning her would be lost if all I owned was an emotionless doll.
Since her jibe appeared to have been intended to intentionally defy and annoy me I decided to add it to the punishment count. I took her hands which had dropped into her lap and lifted them up, pulling her to her feet. I bent down so that my face was inches from hers. My nose informed me that she smelled delicious, like mangos with a little bit of cinnamon. The thought was so out of place that I couldn’t help but smile making me grateful for the blindfold.
Trying to keep the smile out of my voice I said, “Now you find out what I was counting for. I believe we were at four earlier. I’m adding a fifth for that comment about the blindfold.”
I bent down a little farther then put one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders then picked her up, eliciting a little squeak of surprise from her. I carried her to her room and deposited her on her own bed.
“Get onto your hands and knees,” I said. “Lower your shoulders and arch your back to stick your ass into the air. Good. Don’t move. I’m going to go get some things. If you’re not in that position when I get back then your punishments double from five to ten.”
“What are you going to get?” Mindy asked.
She sounded nervous. It made me smile to hear that. It was nowhere near as nervous as I had been waiting for her to come into my room yesterday but it was a start. I left her there without answering her question.
When I got back to my room I collected what I wanted: a paddle, handcuffs, and a cane. It was amazing what you can buy on the internet. All I had to do was check a box that said I was over 18 and have a credit card. No problem. Discreet shipping too, I got them in boxes that made it look like I was ordering video games.
I didn’t return to the room right away. At first I told myself that it was because I wanted to make her wait longer, to build her nervousness. Then I shook my head. It wasn’t wrong, I did want her to wait more, but really I was scared.
I’d spent so much time living in fear of the power Mindy had wielded over me that it was hard for me to accept that the power dynamics had done a 180 degree turn. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle it and I was afraid that I’d mess it up and somehow give some of the control back to her.
It was harder than I had thought it would be. When I’d been thinking and planning over the past two weeks I’d thought I’d just be so angry and so filled with lust that everything would come naturally. I was angry and I did still find her attractive but they were buzzes at the back of my head. I felt as if I was watching everything from a third person perspective.
Now that the moment had arrived I didn’t know if I really wanted to have sex with Mindy. She had raped and humiliated me, did I really want to do anything with her? Since I’d been planning on letting my rage and lust run rampant I hadn’t made any plans for this first morning. I knew that I needed to do something. Having a promise from her to be mine wasn’t enough, I needed to show that I was going to exercise my control over her.
One thing I was certain of now was that I was dominant sexually. I was turned on by the thought of a woman giving me power and control, but was I turned in practice? I didn’t know. So far it hadn’t worked that way with Mindy but I decided to go back to the original plan of letting what will be, be. I’d start with the punishment and see what I felt like after that.
I picked up my tools and walked back to her room. Mindy was still in the same position. Part of me was a little surprised but I offered neither praise nor surprise to her. I put everything down on the bed next to her. She didn’t turn her head to look but it was clear that she wanted to ask what I’d brought in.
“Get off the bed and stand at the foot of the bed,” I said. “Stand facing toward the bed.”
She immediately did what I said, whimpering a little bit when she got up and released her stiff muscles. She hadn’t been there very long but I guess it was enough for her to have gotten sore.
I walked up behind her took her hands and cuffed them together. After her hands were cuffed I took the bands of her panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them without any instruction from me.
“Bend forward and put your chest on the bed,” I said.
She again obeyed without hesitation; I was startled by her lack of pushback but I wasn’t going to comment on her being a good girl just yet. After she’d bent down I took a moment to admire her ass. I’m not an ass man or a tits man, I admire the whole package, there are many things about a woman that I can find sexy, I always appreciate whatever her best attribute is. If a woman’s got a sexy neck, well by golly I’m going to admire her neck. Mindy had many very fine attributes, but her ass was one of her very best.
As she was bent over in front of me I had my first ever unobstructed view. No guilt for looking, no teasing condescension from her, just me getting to enjoy the view. I could see her pussy peeking out and then I saw something that set my heart racing; Mindy was wet. Not gushing, but she definitely looked wet. I couldn’t resist, I put my hand out and brushed her sex, my hands coming away with moisture on them.
I figured it out then, why I’d been so reluctant. I enjoyed control, I enjoyed power, but I had no desire to rape Mindy. I would never have guessed it but somewhere along the line Mindy had become turned on by her helplessness…unless it was still left over from her anticipation of this morning? I had no prior experience, I wasn’t sure if a girl would stay wet that long.
“It looks like someone got a little wet waiting for me,” I said to her. “Lick my fingers Mindy, lick them clean of your own juices.”
She blushed bright red and turned her head away from my hand that was reaching up to her, trying to move her mouth as far as she could from my fingers without leaving the position I’d told her to take.
“Uh uh uhhh Mindy, I don’t think you want to disobey me do you? Do you really want to add to the punishment you’re about to get?”
She froze then slowly turned her head back. I hadn’t moved my hand but she couldn’t see so she brushed her cheek against my hand before getting it into her mouth. There wasn’t too much moisture left but it left a bit on her cheek and Mindy sucked the rest off of my finger.
“Does it turn you on being helpless Mindy? Were you turned on waiting here in this room knowing I was going to come back and punish you? Were you excited waiting to find out how you would be punished?” I taunted.
“No! It’s not that,” Mindy shouted at me then gasped, seemingly embarrassed that her outburst had admit that she was in fact turned on.
“Not that? Explain to me what it was then, Mindy.”
“I…well,” she said then took a deep breath and rushed the next words out. “I don’t want to be punished. I don’t know what you’re going to do to me and it scares me…but I think I liked having to stay here. I don’t understand it but I felt so powerless and it turned me on. And…and I felt like your property, like I was just some whore you bought.”
The last bit was said barely above a whisper. Talk about world shaking revelations. Never in a million years would I have guessed that this bitch who had laughed while teasing me, who had handcuffed me to a bed and raped me, that she of all people would be getting off on being turned into property.
A world shaking revelation and a rush of blood to the head between the legs. I was was more turned on from hearing those words than I’d ever been from anything else in my life. Her admission hung in the air between us but neither of us said a thing. I could see her pussy, even more engorged after her embarrassing admission. I tucked away that admitting something embarrassing was a turn on for future use.
“Be that as it may, it’s not going to get you out of your punishment. I’m going to spank you ten times with a paddle for each missed question and ten times with a cane for disrespecting me. You will count spanking. If you miss one you will have to start that set of ten over. At the end of every ten you say say, ‘Thank you Sir for punishing me for my mistake.’ Tell me if you understand,” I said.
“I understand, Sir,” Mindy breathed in a voice slightly louder than a whisper.
I thought I’d been turned on before but her calling me Sir without any prompting had just ratcheted things up a few levels. I wasn’t going to make her punishment any easier though. Turned on or not, I still had years of frustration to work out and this was just going to be the start.
I picked up the paddle and without any further ado brought it down hard on her left ass cheek. Her entire body went rigid and she screamed for all she was worth. Apparently, I wouldn’t need to put any more strength into my spanks to get the desired reaction. When she was done screaming she shouted “ONE!” then pushed her face against the bed, and made a noise that sounded a little bit like a sob.
I brought the paddle down again in the same spot. She didn’t scream this time but her whole body went rigid again. “TWO!”
“THREE! FOUR! FIVE!”
I swapped cheeks for the next five. After only nine her ass was starting to show signs of her punishment. I brought it down again on the right. “TEN! THANK YOU SIR FOR PUNISHING ME FOR MY MISTAKE!”
I’d never done any drugs but I certainly felt like I was on one right then. My head felt like it was miles above the rest of my body. I was floating on a happy cloud of arousal.I stopped for a moment to look at her. Her body was shaking as she gasped in huge, trembling breaths. Mindy doesn’t tan, her skin is always a very pale white so the red blotches were a stark contrast to the rest of her skin.
I brought the paddle down again, aiming to hit both cheeks at the same time. “ONE!” She’d stopped going rigid for each smack. She still convulsed a little bit but I thought that she’d adapted to the pain surprisingly quickly. I aimed the next blows for higher on her ass, then lower, then low on the left side, low on the right side, low middle, then dead center the rest of them.
“THANK YOU SIR FOR PUNISHING ME FOR MY MISTAKE!”
The power was still a heady mix. Every time a blow landed with a splat I could see the effect ripple through her ass then down the muscles of her legs. I’d enjoyed watching this but decided to change it up. After the first twenty which had been a slow pace, with plenty of time for her to stop and count I thought I’d pick things up a little bit.
I brought the paddle down ten consecutive times. Mindy lost count at 6. I wasn’t hitting her quite so hard as I had been previously but I think that quantity was making up for the lack. After a moment of hesitation I brought the paddle down another ten times. This time she kept up with me, shouting her thanks at the end of it. The moment she was done thanking me I gave her another ten smacks.
“THANK YOU SIR FOR PUNISHING ME FOR MY MISTAKE!”
After the first four sets I put the paddle down and picked up the cane. It was made out of bamboo and the site I’d purchased it from promised that it would serve its purpose. I’d tried bringing it down on my own legs after it had arrived and even with the lack of angle or leverage I’d felt a bit of sting. I did not envy Mindy her place.
I took aim to lay the cane across the center of her ass, hitting both cheeks then brought it down. The scream after the first paddling had only been a small prequel. She screeched louder than anyone I’d ever heard in my life…then took a very deep breath and said, “One.”
This time I aimed a little lower, trying to catch her on the bottom of her ass, right above where her legs started. Same results as before. “Two.”
I aimed for the same spot on the third blow but missed and hit the top of her legs instead. Her scream was not at all diminished. “Three.”
After missing I aimed the next three to generally hit the center ass, bringing them down harder than the first three and back to back. “Four…Five…SIX”
Mindy had slid forward on the bed a little bit during all the spankings and when I paused after the sixth I noticed that she was grinding her hips against the edge of the bed. I thought for a moment that she was just squirming around in pain but it was too deliberate for that. I was pretty sure that she was grinding her clit against the edge of the bed.
I was amazed that she could be finding any pleasure while being caned but I was too turned on to stop her. Instead I kept up the spanking, getting up to nine fairly quickly. After the ninth it was obvious that she was grinding herself against the bed in a sexual manner. She was humping it wildly after the ninth and her screams had ceased entirely.
I shook my head with a smile on my head and a boner in my pants then brought down the final stroke…except she only grunted. There was no counting. Not a word from her, just grinding against the bed with little whimpers and moans.
“Mindy, you didn’t count,” I said.
“Oh. I’m sorry,” she said with a thick voice that sounded both as if she had been crying and husky as if she were on the verge of an orgasm and had absolutely no repentance in it. “Please spank me again, Sir. I’ll make sure to count this time.”
How does a guy turn that down?
I brought the cane down harder than I had yet. She screamed again, her hips stopped grinding, she just pressed herself hard against the bed and held herself there for a moment. Then she counted the first stroke.
Her ass was glowing bright red and had some pretty nasty welts across it now. I was nervous about breaking the skin, as much as I liked making her ass glow I had no desire to make her bleed, so I decided to aim around her ass a little bit more to hit new spots. I hit higher up on her lower back and at the tops of her legs. She didn’t scream anymore but each blow brought a grunt from her.
She’d started grinding her hips again after the second blow and had continued to do so through the ninth. I brought the last blow down on her ass again, not quite as hard as the first from this set but hard enough despite that.
She did scream after that tenth stroke but it was a different scream from all the rest. I stared in open mouthed shock and lust as Mindy came. Her entire body was going through convulsions, she was moaning at the same time as screaming. It seemed to go on and on without end, she just came and came. I watched her juices literally running down her legs could see her asshole wink.
When she finally stopped cumming she said in a voice that can only be described as satisfied, “Ten. Thank you, Sir, for punishing me for being disrespectful.”
It wasn’t exactly what she was supposed to say, but in that moment I didn’t care. I was still in shock.
After a moment she said, “Sir, may I move?”
I mutely nodded until I realized she couldn’t see. “Go ahead,” I said, then thought better of it, “wait for a moment.” I took the handcuffs off of her then told her that she could move.
She pushed herself up onto the bed, laying flat on her stomach with her legs and arms spread out wide.
I walked around to the head of the bed and got onto it, sitting down cross legged next to her head and pulling the blindfold off of her face.
“Mindy, that was a pretty amazing orgasm. Tell me what happened there,” I said.
She just lay there breathing hard for a moment without saying a word. I knew she wasn’t sleeping so I was about to say something about failing to answer when she finally spoke up.
“I’ve never felt so dominated before in my life. I can’t explain more than that. I felt as if I was being truly dominated and it felt right, as if everything were right with the world. I don’t know if I enjoyed the pain for the sake of the pain or if it was related to being dominated, but whatever the cause I loved that pain more than any pleasure I’ve felt.”
She blushed and tucked her head down so that it was pressed against her shoulder, as if she were hiding from me.
I stroked her my hand through her hair a few times. I think I felt more affection for Mindy in that moment then I’d felt for her in all of the time I’d spent with her previous to this put together.
I was also hornier than I’d ever been before in my life. I stood up and took her arm and pulled her to the edge of the bed, then took her other hand and lifted her up a little bit so that I could look her in the eye.
“Now that you’ve had your punishment you’re going to serve me for the first time,” I said.
She nodded her head with a small smile then got out of bed then got to her knees in front of me. I saw that she was careful to not sit on her heels and put any weight on her tender butt.
She pulled my shorts and boxers down, freeing my cock from its confines. It was still rock hard from everything that had happened. Without hesitation she went to work on it. I’d gotten blowjobs from Mindy before but I don’t know if it was because this one I was a willing participant in or if it orgasms inspired her performance, but this one put the others to shame.
As turned on as I was I knew I wasn’t going to last more than a couple of minutes at most. Mindy must have sensed it too because she stopped and turned around to drop herself back on the bed with her ass in the air.
“Take me, Jason! Take your dirty slut! Pound my pussy and show it who owns it!”
It was a tempting offer but one I didn’t want to take right now for a variety of reasons. Instead I grabbed the sides of her hips and pulled her off the bed.
“Use your mouth to finish the job, Mindy. You haven’t earned the right to have my dick inside you again.”
She turned around with a completely crestfallen face. I think of all the things I said to her that one was the one that made it most clear to her how upset I’d been at her actions of the previous morning.
The disappointment changed to determination and she set to work again with renewed vigor.
When my was down in her throat I felt myself pass the point of no return. I pulled myself out of her mouth. When she tried to pull me back in I told her, “No, you haven’t earned the right for me to cum in your mouth either.”
Her head fell to her chest for a moment, but then she nodded and looked back up at me with a smile on her face, waiting for my cum to splash onto her.
She started rubbing herself while she waited, and she only had seconds to wait. I grabbed the back of her head, gripping her hair and holding her head in place with my left hand while with my right I jacked myself off. When I came it felt as if all the tension and pressure inside of me was released and I came and came. It covered her face and dripped onto her breasts and shoulders. She started shaking too and I realized she’d just cum.
When I finished cumming she didn’t say a word but sucked me into her mouth to clean me off. Every few moments she’d stop to bring a finger covered with my cum into her mouth until both my dick and her body were clean of my spunk.
When she was done cleaning me I pulled my shorts up then bent down and kissed her on the top of the head. I turned to leave but stopped when she spoke.
“Jason, err, Sir, where are you going?”
“I’m going back to my room to sleep. You should get some rest too,” I said.
“You could sleep here. With me,” she said.
With my back to her she couldn’t see my smile. The day after one of the the worst days of my life I’d just had the best day of my life. I’d never have thought I’d own her so completely so quickly but there it was.
“Not today, Mindy. Maybe another time. Maybe.”

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