Humiliation

Fiction

Queen Yavara: Chapter 16

I changed the way a few things happen here, but mostly it’s the same as the original. I’d like to reiterate that the main plot has not changed, but the way certain things happen do, especially later in the story.

Fiction

True Confessions of a Real Slave Part 3

After my night with John I woke up refreshed, and excited to start the day. Before John left he had requested I go to his house tonight once I’m done with my work for the day. I work from home, so I could really leave anytime I wanted to, but my work is important so I decided I needed to focus on that first.
I took my shower, and I realized that today was going to be the first day of wearing nothing while I worked. I have to admit it was a bit arousing when at 10am I had a conference call with two of my male clients in the UK. I kept thinking to myself if only they knew I was sitting here completely naked. It was complete torture all day knowing that I wasn’t allowed to touch myself, as masturbating during breaks had become a habit. Working from home certainly had its perks, but I was almost wishing I was in an office at the moment around people so that I would for sure not start rubbing my clit. I certainly didn’t want to disappoint John on this first day, and I made up my mind that I wouldn’t.
At 12:30pm I received a text from John that read…”My house 5pm! Do NOT urinate from now until I see you! That’s an order baby.” Don’t urinate? Was he kidding? How was I going to wait until 5pm to not pee? In that instant I started having doubts of myself. I wanted this so bad. I wanted nothing more than to please John, but did I have the strength to do everything that he asked of me? I tried to push the thought out of my head, and focus on work for the rest of the day. At about 4pm I closed up, and that’s when it hit me that I needed to pee so badly. I hadn’t had anything to drink since the text; for fear that I wouldn’t be able to hold it. I was thirsty, and a little bit miserable. I was doing this for John though. I tried really hard to keep thinking that.
About 4:55pm I pulled into John’s house. He lived in a really nice part of town. In fact, a good friend of mine when we were growing up lived just a few houses down. Her Dad was the lawyer for the city we lived in. So I knew that the houses here were not cheap. I remember my Dad saying that John was a CEO for some big insurance company before he moved back to town a few months ago. I wasn’t sure at this point if he still worked, or if he was retired. My father was a fireman, and firemen are able to retire at an earlier age than many professions.
There were four other vehicles in the driveway. I recognized John’s vehicle, but I had no clue who the others belonged to. I rang the doorbell, and I could feel my body tensing up. I was excited to see John, but also very nervous. John opened the door, and immediately pulled me into him, enclosing me in a big bear hug. He kissed my forehead. “Right on time baby girl,” he said. He leaned over and whispered to me, “I have plans for you today baby girl, and I need you to keep trusting me. Can you do that?”
“Of course I trust you,” I said but my mind was running wild with thoughts of what he had planned.
“Do you remember the rule I gave you upon entering my home? Please take care of that. I don’t want to remind you again.” he said.
“There were a bunch of cars in the driveway…so I didn’t know if you had company or not.”
“If at any time I don’t want you to remove your clothes upon entering my house, I will tell you. Otherwise you just do it. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.”
The “Sir” just popped right out of my mouth, but he had smiled when I said it. So I think he liked it. I pulled my shirt over my head, and unsnapped my bra. I folded them both up and placed them on a chair. I looked around and I saw nobody, so I still haven’t figured out who those vehicles belonged to. Clearly nobody else was here, or John wouldn’t have had me remove my clothes. Feeling a little more confident I took my shorts off. No panties of course, as John had taken those yesterday.
“Good girl,” he said. Every time he said “good girl” it sent a tingle through my body. It meant that he was pleased with me, and that meant everything. He moved so he was standing directly in front of me. He slid a finger through my pussy lips, and asked “Did you do as I said regarding urinating Sami?”
“I did, Sir, but I need to pee badly now.”
“Good, then we’ll get started.” He led me through the house, and he pointed out where the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and his bedroom were. He led me back further down the hallway to the last room. He opened the door, and motioned me inside. The room was painted black, and there was a bed with white sheets. Along one wall there was a rack of sorts, with belts of different sizes hanging from it. There was a closed brown cabinet in one corner. “Go ahead and crawl on the bed Sami. We are going to be doing our first inspection, before we have any fun today. Let’s start by having you lay on your back.” He moved toward the bottom of the bed, and he pulled up two ankle straps that were attached my small chains to the corner of the bed. He put each ankle in a strap, and tightened the chain so that I couldn’t move my legs at all. He did the same at the head of the bed with my wrists.
I felt completely and totally exposed to John. He could do anything he wanted to me at this moment, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. That thought was scaring, and VERY arousing.
“Sir?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I really need to pee. I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”
“You need to. There will be no peeing in this bed. Do you understand, Sami?”
“But, I don’t know if I can hold it.”
“You can, and you will!” he said in a voice I had only heard one other time when he was gagging me with his cock last night. He walked out of the room without saying anything. And, about two minutes later he walked back in, and he wasn’t alone.
Immediately I started to struggle to try and get out of the straps. I tried so hard to close my spread legs. “John, what’s happening? Why are…” and he interrupted me.
“Quiet Sami! No more talking.” he ordered.
He turned to the three guys that followed him in. “This is Sami guys. What do you think?”
The tall brown haired guy said, “Nice John, real nice. How old is she?”
John replied that I was 30, and he told the guys a shortened version of how we met.
I was humiliated laying there with my legs forced open, and these four men standing there and looking at me, and talking like I couldn’t hear them.
John smiled, “I’m going to get this inspection done, you guys can wait in the backyard or you’re welcome to stay and watch.” My tears got harder to control, as I realized the three strange men were going to stay and watch.
John first examined both of my breasts. I have very large breasts (34DD) so he picked them up, and he rubbed them and he looked closely at them. He moved to the side of me so he could see if I had shaved my armpits well enough. He took his right hand and he rubbed right above my pussy, checking for any signs of hair. There was one spot that he kept coming back to, “Sami you missed a spot right here. Did you use a mirror to check before you presented yourself to me today?”
Still crying I mumbled, “No.” By this time my whole body was shaking, and I was crying uncontrollably. John ignored it. He acted as if I was perfectly fine. “Sami it needs to be completely smooth every single day. There are no exceptions, ever. I thought I had made myself clear.”
“I’m sorry,” I promised that I would do better next time. He said that I would be receiving a punishment for it, to help me remember to do a better job next time. I thought to myself, “Wasn’t being humiliated in front of these men that I don’t know punishment enough?”, but I certainly didn’t say that out loud. John walked to the cabinet, and when he opened it I could see all kinds of things from butt plugs on the top shelf, to a crop. All sorts of things that I would become familiar with in time I assumed. That was if I could make it through this first day. He pulled out something that looked like what the Doctor used on me at my gyno appointments. As he turned around with it I confirmed in my mind that’s what it was.
“Hey Steve, can you check to see if I need the lube please.”
“Sure, man.” And before I could think about what was happening Steve was leaning over the bed and he had inserted a finger all the way in my hole. “God damn girl. No you definitely don’t need lube, she is soaked.”
John started laughing as he walked back over to the bed. He rubbed the speculum along my pussy picking up all of the wetness. He leaned over to where he was basically sitting on the bed, “Hold still, Sami. It won’t hurt I promise.” He inserted the speculum, and as he was pushing it in he was watching my face. Still I couldn’t control the tears, but he didn’t seem to notice. He opened the speculum, and he was right it didn’t hurt. It just felt like my pussy was being stretched open a little. He pulled out a mini flashlight from his pocket and he turned it on pointing it inside. The pressure to pee was becoming unbearable, and my body was instinctly making me move my hips a little to relieve the pressure. He told me that everything looked good. He closed the speculum, and removed it. He started rubbing my clit, and watching my facial expression. I think he thought that was going to calm me down, but really it was making it worse. I didn’t want these guys to be watching us do this.
John unstrapped my ankles, and I was instantly relieved. Finally, I would be able to relieve myself, and these guys would go away. Instead, of letting my wrists go, John reached over my head and behind the headboard he pulled out two more straps with chains. He started putting them on my ankles, but these were in the area that made my legs stick straight in the air and pulled back a little. I began to cry again. “Sami please stop crying.”
“But Sir I need to pee!”
“I know you do, and you will pee when I tell you to. Now stop!”
“Take a good look at that ass boys. That’s a virgin right there.” John said with a slight snicker.
“Oh hell John, are you fucking kidding?” said the tall brown haired guy who I now know is Steve.
“Yep, dead serious. She hasn’t had anything up there yet.”
John walked back over to the cabinet, while the guys were making comments about my asshole, and how tight it probably was. John returned with a bottle, and he opened it and he was putting lube all over it. He bent over the bed, “Relax Sami. If you relax it won’t hurt.” I tried really hard to relax, but I couldn’t. I could feel his finger touching the opening, and it was just a reflex I couldn’t control. I couldn’t relax. He started pushing his finger in, and it hurt so badly. I started screaming and kicking my legs what little I could move them. I begged John not to do this yet. I begged him to make the guys leave. I begged and begged and begged. John ignored me completely. The guys were egging John to push it in further and further. Once John had his entire finger pushed in, he started moving it around a little. He slowly removed it, and pushed it back in. I screamed louder than I did the first time. Almost immediately he removed it completely, and he brought it up close to my face. He touched the finger that was just in my ass to my lips. “Suck it baby girl. I need this ass clean. I’m not going to enjoy putting my cock up there when it’s dirty. Do you understand?” I shook my head yes, as he slid the finger in my mouth. I didn’t fight him on this. I just sucked his finger clean.
“One last thing before I unstrap you.” He walked back to the cabinet in the corner of the room, and he pulled something out. He walked back to the bed, “You’re getting 5 smacks for the spot of hair that you missed Sami. Every time you receive a punishment like this you need to count. When you reach the last number, you’ll thank me for the lesson. Do you understand?”
“Y yes yesss Sir,” I stammered.
He set the wide part of the spoon on my open pussy, right over my clit. He looked straight in my eyes, and he lifted up and smacked my pussy. I screamed “One”, and burst into tears again. Before I could regroup he smacked me again, “TWO!” He stopped for a few seconds, and then he smacked my pussy even harder two times in a row, “THREE, FOUR!” The guys were loving it. They were all laughing and egging John to go harder. He set the spoon on my pussy one more time. As he lifted it I felt my body jerk, and then I felt the worse pain I had ever felt right on my clit, “FIVE! Thank you Sir”. I was crying so hard. My body was limp from fighting, and limp from crying. With his hand John rubbed my pussy. It was a rub trying to tell me that it was ok, but my clit hurt so bad that the rubbing was making me cry harder.
The short guy with brown hair told John, “Hey John we’ll be waiting outside.” And the other two guys followed him out of the room. Finally, they were leaving. Thank God!
John took the straps off of my wrists and my ankles. He climbed into bed with me, and cuddled up against me. “You ok baby?” I didn’t answer him. I just started to cry as he put his arms around me. “You’ll get used to it,” and he leaned over to kiss me. I wanted to believe that I would get used to it. I still didn’t understand why I wanted to give myself to someone, and why this desire and need was so powerful inside of me. He rubbed my clit, as he held me.
“I still need to pee Sir. Can I please go to the bathroom now?”
“Yes, you may. Follow me, and I’ll show you where you can pee at.” I remembered passing the bathroom and that was just down the hallway, so I was a little confused why John needed to show me. I followed him out of the room, and he walked past the bathroom. I stopped, and pointed to the bathroom, confused and not knowing what to say. “No, you’ll only use that bathroom when you need to do #2”, he said laughing. What the heck? I kept following him, and he started toward the sliding glass door that lead to his backyard. He opened the door, and motioned me to go outside. I stood frozen. I couldn’t go outside naked in the middle of the day. “My yard is completely fenced in Sami, nobody can see in.” Reluctantly, I stepped one foot outside and looked around. The guys that I had just met were sitting at a table to the left, drinking and smoking. John took me by the arm and led me to a section of the yard that was toward the right. It was about a 12 foot by 12 foot area that was sectioned off by a line of gravel on all sides.
“When you are here, and you have to pee this is where you will relieve yourself. Do you understand?”
I didn’t answer him. I just stared at this section of grass, thinking to myself that I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t come outside to pee. I couldn’t pee in front of these guys. Then I looked at John, and knew that I would. This is what he wanted me to do. I had already learned once today how it felt to disappoint him, and I don’t mean the pain. I hated knowing that he wasn’t pleased with the the poor job of shaving that I did. Suck it up Sami, I told myself. I walked towards the middle of the area, and I saw the three guys get up and head over. They stopped at the gravel, and with beer in hand they were ready to watch me pee. I closed my eyes, spread my legs and squatted. I had to pee so badly, and I just needed to push them out of my mind. In a matter of a few seconds I felt the relief, as I started to pee. Once I was done, I opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed was the short hefty guy had pulled his cock out and was stroking it. John told me to follow him, and on the far side of the 12 x 12 area there was a little barn. Behind the barn was a plastic tub. John opened it and showed me the contents. There were two rolls of toilet paper, and a plastic bag. He explained that after peeing I would wipe with that toilet paper, and discard it in the plastic bag. I did as he said, with all of the guys watching me.
We walked back over toward the house, and the guys. “Sami, I want to introduce you to my friends.” Pointing at the tall brown haired guy, “This is Steve. Steve and I have been friends for almost 30 years. He actually knows your father too. He has a slave who you will meet soon, her name is Steph.” John walked over to the quiet guy who had hardly said a word the entire time, “This is Josh. He is the newest person to our group. We’re teaching him the ropes. He has a slave, and her name is Rita.” And, pointing to the last of the three, “And this is Matt. He doesn’t have a slave at the moment, but he is certainly looking.” All the guys started laughing.
Steve and Josh finished their beers, and said their goodbyes to John and Matt. Relief came over me, they were all finally leaving. Matt however, still stood there with cock hanging out. I felt a little ashamed because I couldn’t stop looking at it. I could also feel my pussy becoming a little wet. His cock was not as long as John’s but it was thicker. “Sami you can head back inside, please head back to the room we were just in.” I turned around to head inside, and I could hear John and Matt talking but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
As I entered the room, I had time to take everything in a little more. I glanced at the belts again, and I peered into the cabinet as John had left it open. So many things that I have seen online before, but never in person. I turned around and in the corner of the room that I hadn’t seen before was a video camera set up. Before that even registered in my mind John and Matt came in the room. John said, “I need to run and get a pack of cigarettes, and Matt is going to stay here with you. He has permission to use two of you three holes, and he can do anything he wants. He’s in charge.”
“Wait, no you can’t leave me here with him. I don’t know him.” I cried.
“Sami, he’s my friend and you’ll be fine. You need to get used to my friends. Do as he says.” and out the door he went closing it behind him. I ran over to the door, and Matt was right behind me. He grabbed my hair, and pulled me back into the room. Holding onto my hair, he pulled my head back toward him and he whispered, “You will be the slut we all know you are, and you will enjoy it.” He pushed me toward the bed, and I fell on it with my feet still on the floor. Matt came behind me and held me down there with one hand, and fingered me with the other hand. He then pulled my hair so I was standing up again next to the bed. “On your knees bitch!” he ordered. “I saw you staring at my cock outside, so don’t be shy I know what you want.”
Now I was scared, John never talked like this. Even when John used his scary voice it wasn’t like this. I did as I was told. I sat on my knees waiting for the next order, “Spread your legs”. I spread my legs as far as I could, and Matt took a hold of my hair again, and he pushed his cock inside my mouth. He fucked my mouth for about 10 minutes. During that entire time he called me names, and made fun of the way I was sucking him. He told me that it was a good thing I was getting trained, because I was a shitty cock sucker. He picked me up and threw me towards the bed again, ordering me on my back. I climbed in the bed and got on my back. He removed his pants completely and climbed on top of me. With no warning he pushed his cock inside my wet pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet it was. Matt clearly noticed too, as he started laughing. “You definitely are a slut.” He kept thrusting harder and harder inside my pussy. I felt my face grow red, as I knew Matt could see how much I was enjoying this. It made him thrust harder and deeper inside of me. “I can’t wait to feel the inside of your little asshole you fucking whore.” He kept thrusting inside of me, and my body was responding. He could tell I was getting close to cumming. “You best not cum without my permission, or you will regret it.” I was trying so hard to control it, but my body was not listening to my head. “If you want to cum, ask me bitch. Beg for it!”
“Please Matt may I cum,” I finally got out once I caught my breath. Matt pushed his cock in harder and so deep. “Not yet, but be ready.” I tried focusing on my breathing as he kept pushing his cock inside my pussy. All of a sudden his thrusts got quicker and shorter, and I could feel his cock getting ready to explode. It felt so good, and I was so embarrassed that it felt so good. I couldn’t control my body any longer. “Please Matt. Can I cum!?!” His body tensed up and he yelled, “Cum now!” As my body released the orgasm, I felt his white cream explode inside of me. He held onto me as we both shook with orgasm. We laid there for a few moments catching our breath, and Matt slow sat up removing his cock from inside of me. “Don’t move,” he ordered. He got up and he wiped his cock off with a towel that I hadn’t even noticed on the bed earlier. He walked over to the cabinet, and he pulled out a camera. “Spread your legs, and with your hands spread your pussy lips as far as you can.” I did as I was told…and he started laughing. “Damn that’s a lot of cum.” He took a picture. I could feel the cum dripping out of me. Matt started getting dressed, and just as he was zipping up his pants, I heard the front door open and close. “Don’t move until John gets back in here!” and Matt was out the door.
Again, the tears started running. Why was I crying? I asked for this. I dreamt of this. I fantasized of this. What’s wrong with me? I was playing back the whole evening in my mind, when the door opened and John walked in. “Hi baby girl. Why are you crying again?” He brushed the tears off my face, and kissed my forehead again. He moved down toward my pussy, and spread my lips apart with his hand. “I see you must have pleased Matt, and that makes me very happy. You should only be crying if you disappointed me baby girl.”
“I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m sorry Sir.”
“It’s ok. I think you’re awfully sexy when you’re in tears.” he laughed.
He removed his clothes, and he climbed in next to me again. He wrapped his arms around me. When he was loving and holding me it was the best feeling I have ever felt in my life. I felt so safe, and so loved. Nothing could be wrong when I was in his arms. He whispered, “Have you ever had two men cum inside of you in one day Sami?” I shook my head, of course not I thought. I had only had two men in my entire life cum inside of me before today. John got on top of me straddling me at my neck. He pushed his cock inside my mouth, holding my head up. “Swallow it baby. Get it nice and wet for me.” I kept sucking and taking it as far as I could down my throat. After only a few minutes he moved down toward my pussy, and he push my legs apart further than they already were. He positioned his cock at my hole, and slowly slid it in. He moaned a sound I hadn’t heard before. He leaned over so his head was right next to mine as he started fucking me. I could still feel the cum from Matt inside of me. “God Damn Sami you don’t know how much I love this. Fucking you with another man’s cum inside of you. One of my favorite things ever.” He continued pushing his cock in my already cum filled hole. “Did you enjoy Matt, be honest?” I didn’t answer him, and I looked away my face was getting hot. “Tell me Sami. Did you like being used by Matt?” I shook my head saying that I did, but I couldn’t say it out loud. Me confirming that I liked it evidently made John hornier, as he started fucking me faster and harder. He was slamming his cock inside of me. After about 10 minutes of slamming my pussy, John sat up and grabbed my legs. One last thrust he moaned and I felt my pussy filled with his white cum. He fell down next to me catching his breath, and he slid an arm around my waist. “Will you stay the night?” I shook my head yes, and I moved in close to him. He put this head next to mine, and he just held me.
We both drifted off to sleep and about an hour or so later I felt John lightly shaking my shoulder to wake up. I looked at the clock and it said it was 10pm. He ordered me to the bathroom to clean up. I followed him, and he turned the shower on. He told me to clean myself, and to make sure to give my pussy a good scrubbing. I did as he said, and I tried really hard to get all of the cum out of my pussy. Just as I turned the water off, and was stepping out of the shower he came in. He told me to hold on, and he took a hold of my arm with one hand, and the other hand he slid a finger inside my pussy. He moved it around and said, “Good girl…no sign of me or Matt.” He gave me a kiss. “I know that you have had a big day today. And, you’ve done really well. I have one more lesson for the day, and then we’ll go to sleep.” I didn’t know if my body could handle one more thing tonight I was so tired, and my body was so wore out. Not that I was physically tired, but mentally I was drained.
“What I’m going to be asking of you is very important to me Sami. I’m going to be honest and say if you refuse, it’s a deal breaker for me. This was not one of your limits, so I hope you were honest with me regarding that.” I stood in the bathtub, trying to think what it was he wanted to do. “The first few times we do this will be either in the bathroom, or outside until you are used to it and you can handle it without making a mess.” Without making a mess? What the heck is he talking about? “On your knees now,” he ordered. I slowly got to my knees. He unzipped his pants and lowered them just under his cock. “Open your mouth,” I did as he said and I started to lean toward his cock. I thought he wanted me to take it in his mouth. “No! Just sit there.” I waited, and then it dawned on me what he was doing. “He released just a little bit of piss that landed first on my chin. He moved a little closer, “Take as much of it as you can baby girl. Make me proud of you today.” He released his piss again, landing right in my mouth. After he filled it up, he held his piss and ordered me to swallow it. I did as he said. It was probably the most humiliating thing I have ever felt in my life, and at the same time it wasn’t that bad. It didn’t taste good, but seeing him smile when I swallowed it was all I needed to continue. He moved a little closer, and he put the cock in my mouth. “Let’s see how you do baby girl.” I felt the warm piss fill my mouth, and I just sucked it right out of his cock and swallowed. At one point it was coming to fast for me to swallow and some of it leaked out of my mouth. He stopped the piss to allow me time to break and catch up. As soon as I did he released the piss again. This time I swallowed more often and faster, trying so hard to make him proud of me. Finally he was done. “Baby girl you did so good!” he kissed the top of my head. When he stood up he pushed his cock in my mouth again, and he fucked me harder than he had yet. Halfway through I started to gag, and every time I did he pushed it further and further down my throat. Holding onto my hair, and pulling me so close that my chin was touching his balls, “You don’t know what seeing you take my piss like that does to me.” His cock was hard and throbbing within a few minutes. “Look at me and suck it baby girl!” I did as he said, and after another 3-4 minutes he was cumming in my mouth. Holding my head so that I couldn’t move, his warm cum filled my throat. He slowly released me, and he told me to clean up again. He said he would be waiting in the hallway for me. I stood back up and turned the water back on. I washed all of the piss off me, and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself off, and headed out the door.
“You did so good today Sami. I am really really proud of you.” He grabbed my hand and led me back to the black bedroom where I had been most of the evening. “This is where you’ll sleep until you officially belong to me Sami.” He threw a couple of blankets on the bed, and he put his arms around me. “If you need me you can come get me in my room, otherwise I’ll see you in the morning.” I climbed into bed, completely spent. I started thinking back on the day, and everything that happened but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I drifted to sleep feeling content and happy.

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Fiction

My Ex, the Slave (Part 2)

After the incident at the mall I decided to see how far I could push my ex girlfriend turned slave. I wanted to see if she could really become a true submissive and I wanted to see if I could really get her to do whatever I wanted. When we got home, I ordered her to kneel in front of me in her normal submissive position. At the mall I had bought her a cage to sleep in. I figured that since I was going to treat her as an animal, she should sleep like an animal would.
“Ok slave, I’m going to go out with a girl I have been fucking for the last couple weeks now. We are going to dinner, and then we are going to come back and fuck. When I return you are to be kneeling at the foot of my bed and you will not move until spoken to. Understood?” I said, wondering how she would take this news.
“That’s it Mike! This is gone far enough. You expect me to sit and watch you fuck some whore and be ok with it? No thanks. I never want to see you again!” she got up and started to storm out.
“Ok Liz, but just so you know, I knew that guy at the shoe store today and I got the whole thing on tape. It’s funny, because I’m pretty sure he isn’t even 18. It would really be a shame for that video to find its way into the hands of a police officer.” I said. Laughing as I said it, knowing she was trapped.
“Wh… What? No… you made me! That isn’t what happened. You made me do that!” she was pale as a ghost, not able to believe the situation that she was in.
“Come in, and get on your fucking knees.” I ordered and she obeyed, still in a state of shock, “Now, I was going to let you do whatever you wanted while I went out, but this little outburst has made me change my mind. Go get in your cage and I will deal with you when I get back.” I ordered.
I went out to meet my friend. Her name was Tiffany and she and I had been good friends for a long time. She was very beautiful and we did have sex from time to time after Liz and I broke up, but we both decided that it wouldn’t be smart for us to date. When I told her about my situation with Liz she was more than excited to be a part of it. She had always hated Liz when we had dated because Liz was always suspicious of our friendship.
We went to a bar and ordered a few drinks and some food and after a while decided to go have our fun with my new slave. Stumbling inside, half drunk and already passionately kissing we made our way to the bedroom. Before we started having sex I decided that I wanted Liz to be as uncomfortable as possible so I called out and told her to come out of her cage and get into the bedroom. Within 30 seconds Liz came crawling naked through the door. Tiffany lost it when she saw this once proud woman collared and crawling on all fours.
“Not so high and mighty now are you bitch?” She jeered, “So this slave has to do whatever you want?” she asked me.
“Yup! And as a punishment to her for the night for a little outburst she had earlier, she is your slave for the night too.”
As I said this I could tell Liz wanted to say something but she kept herself under control, not wanting further punishment.
“Oh Mike you shouldn’t have,” Tiffany said coyly, “Ok slave, I want you to watch as I fuck your ex boyfriend! If you take your eyes off of us for even a second I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk right for a week.”
Tiffany got on her knees in front of me, just a few feet from Liz and took my entire cock into her mouth all at once. My cock rammed against the back of her throat and she took my hands and put them on the back of her head. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and started fucking her face so hard that I’m surprised I didn’t give her a bloody nose. After about a minute of ravishing her throat I pulled out and told her if I did that much longer I would cum.
“Well we don’t want to spoil the fun yet!” Tiffany said, looking sexier than ever with precum dripping down her chin and her eye liner running down her face. “Oh wow, I’m all messy. Slave, come over here and clean off my face.” She ordered.
Liz picked up Tiffany’s shirt and started to move it towards her face.
“Are you fucking stupid?! Do you think I want cum all over my shirt?! Clean it off with your tongue you whore!” she screamed.
“Yes Tiffany.” Liz replied.
As she said yes Tiffany slapped her across the face.
“It’s Mistress you stupid slave.”
“Yes mistress.” Liz said with a look of shame.
Liz crawled over and started licking the cum off Tiffany’s face, getting every drop.
“Good slave,” Tiffany praised her for her effort, “But you still misbehaved earlier by calling me by my name. Only people get to use names. Are you a person?”
“N… no mistress?” Liz replied shakily.
“That’s right Slave. What are you Slave?” she asked, just trying to find new ways to display her power.
“I am a slave, Mistress.” Said Liz
“Yes you are. A worthless slave. And what is your purpose?”
“To please my owner.” Liz replied, finally slipping into her role as a slave.
“Good, now lie down on you back slave.” Tiffany ordered and Liz complied, “I’m not done with your master’s cock yet, but I’m not ready for it to fuck me either” she said, straddling Liz’s face, “I want you to get my pussy nice and wet first”
When I had dated Liz in the past I had suggested a threesome and she hated the idea. The thought of being with a woman terrified her so watching her eat Tiffany’s pussy was probably the best thing I had ever seen. She had truly become a slave.
Liz started by licking Tiffany shyly but Tiffany wanted to play rough.
“I want you to eat my fucking pussy, not lick it you stupid bitch,” Tiffany said, grabbing Liz by the back of the head and grinding her pussy into her mouth, “Eat my pussy you fucking whore!” She screamed
Tiffany grinded on Liz’s face for over five minutes and had at least two orgasms before climbing off, leaving Liz’s face soaking with a mixture of her spit and Tiffany’s sweet pussy juice.
Tiffany got on her back in front of me and spread her legs. I knew what she wanted so I grabbed her by the knees and rammed my dick right into her dripping pussy. I pumped into harder than I had ever fucked anyone before. Having her abuse Liz like that had gotten me so turned on that I couldn’t take it anymore. I fucked her and looking at Liz and then got a great idea.
“Slave, come over here and lick her pussy while I fuck it.” I demanded
“And put that pussy on my face. I want to see what a whore tastes like.” Chimed in Tiffany.
I was loving having Tiffany here with me, she knew just how to treat a slave. Liz crawled over and obeyed to the letter, licking my dick as it slid in and out of Tiffany’s pussy and straddling Tiffany’s face so that she could lick Liz.
At first Liz was reluctant to enjoy Tiffany’s tongue on her pussy but after a couple minutes Liz was grinding her pussy into Tiffany’s face. Not wanting her to get too much pleasure out of this experience I quickly took my throbbing cock out of Tiffany’s pussy and rammed it into Liz’s mouth. I slammed my cock to the back of her throat as quickly and violently as possible, grabbing Liz’s hair and forcing her to take the full length of my cock into her mouth. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and was about to cum. At that point I pulled out of Liz’s throat and came all over Tiffany’s pussy.
“Slave,” I commanded as I pushed her off of Tiffany’s mouth, “Lick my cum off of your mistress’s pussy.”
Obediently she started eating out Tiffany with more enthusiasm that ever, sucking her clit and making sure to get every drop of cum off of Tiffany’s pussy.
“Ok slave, you performed well tonight. Crawl back to your cage and I will see you tomorrow. You may sleep in until you wake up.” I told my slave, who seemed pleased that she had performed well.

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My Ex, the Slave (Part 1)

All throughout high school I had a crush on one girl. Sadly she had always been in a relationship until the start of my senior year when she was finally single. Still a virgin, she wanted to keep that until she was married but patience paid off as after a couple months of dating we had sex for the first time. We dated for the next three years but after a while we were fighting all the time and decided to break up. A week later, she was fucking one of my friends. Heartbroken and pissed off beyond belief, I started dating other girls and eventually got over her.
A couple months after we broke up I received a text from her saying that she missed me and wanted to get together and go to lunch. I was single for the most part and so I agreed to humor her by going out to get a bite to eat. We sat down and she started telling me about how guys had screwed her over and how all she wanted was to have me back. I had thought about this moment many times in the past couple months but now I decided that this would be the perfect time to get something that I had always wanted. A sex slave that was completely devoted to me.
Her name was Elizabeth but everyone had called her Liz for as long as I can remember and she was asking me to be with her and to forget all of the terrible things that she had done to me.
“Ok Liz, I will be with you.” I said, “But I need to be able to trust you.”
“Sure Mike, how can I make that happen?” she replied
“You are going to spend the amount of time that we were broken up, two months, as my new slave. You will be completely and totally devoted to me and if you pass that test, we can date again.”
“What!? You expect me to just be your slave? Just so that you can trust me?”
“Yes. That is my one demand.” I replied with a completely straight face.
“Fine. What does that even mean?” she asked.
“It means that you will do whatever I say, whenever I tell you to do it. There will be a set of rules that you will follow and there will be punishments for you if you break those rules. You and your body will be completely under my control at all times. If you make it two months, we can date again.”
“Whatever,” she replied in a pissed off tone, “What are the rules?”
“Meet me at my apartment at 6:00 tonight. Wear a tube top, a skirt, no panties, and heels. Then I will fill you in on the rest.”
“You expect me to dress like a whore? That’s really what you want?”
“Why not?” I snarled back, “You’ve been acting like one for the last two months, it should be easy for you.”
I paid the bill and left. I had to go back to my apartment and get the rules listed out. Time had never moved more slowly as I waited for 6:00 to come. Finally it came but she didn’t show up until 6:05. The doorbell rang and I had to compose myself to make sure I didn’t look too excited on the outside as I answered.
I opened the door and inspected my new toy. She dressed just like I had asked. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair and creamy tan skin always turned me on. She was wearing a push up bra with her tube top, which made it easy to see most of her C cup tits. She had a small frame, only standing about 5’2” but she knew how to work it. Her big lips, perfect tits, and round ass kept people staring.
“Good evening slave.” I greeted her
“Mike are you serious? You’re going to talk to me like that?”
“It’s “Master” from now on. You are not my girlfriend. You are a slave and a whore and I will use you to satisfy my sexual needs. You are nothing more than that so get that through your head now. Come over here by the couch and get on your knees.”
She responded well to the tough love, staring at me for a second and then hurrying over to get down on her knees.
“Slave, I was going to take it easy on you tonight and just read you the rules but you are five minutes late and need to understand that not following my rules to the letter will result in punishment.”
“Mi-.. I mean master,” she muttered, “It wasn’t my fault. There was a- “
“Do not speak unless I give you permission slave. I don’t care what excuse you have, the fact is, you didn’t obey my commands and now you will be punished.”
“Yes Master.” She bowed her head and said.
“Good. Now, on the subject of the rules. I have made a list and I want you to look over it right now. At any point in time I can choose to amend the rules in a way that I see fit. Look over these and then sign at the bottom.” I handed her a copy of the three simple rules that I typed up earlier today.
1) Slave will always dress in a manner that pleases her owner.
2) Slave’s body, and everything that the slave owns now belongs to her master.
3) If the slave forgets or does not obey her master’s wishes, she will be punished.
She signed at the bottom and handed the paper back to me.
“Look at me slave,” she pulled her head up and looked at me, “Do you understand why I have to punish you?
“Yes Master, but I am afraid and I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“You should have thought of that before you decided to disobey me.”
“Yes master.” She replied
I grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. Earlier that day I had made a trip to a sex shop and had bought some things that I thought would help me keep a slave. I grabbed a pair of handcuffs that I had bought and cuffed her hands behind her back.
“Open your mouth slave.” I commanded as I pulled off my pants, “Suck my cock.”
Liz had always loved to give blowjobs because they helped her feel like she was in control and made her feel sexy, but I wanted her to know that she was not in control today. She started to give the normal blowjob, taking me deeper and deeper but stopping because she didn’t like to gag herself, but I wanted her to be punished. I grabbed her by the back of the head and shoved my dick into her mouth as far as I could, holding it there until she ran out of breath. Finally I removed it as spit and pre-cum ran down her chin and onto her tits.
“Master please, that hurts.” She begged
“You will know not to disobey me next time. And if you continue to complain about your punishment, I will make things much worse for you. Now open back up.”
She opened her mouth and I started back up ramming my seven inch cock into her mouth over and over as she drooled all over her tits. Finally as I was ready to cum I pulled out of her mouth and let the first splash of cum go all over her face and tits, I finished the rest on the tile floor and she stared at me waiting for my next order.
“Slave, bend over and clean my floor.” I commanded
Immediately she bent over and started to lick my cum off of the tile. Her hands still behind her back made this fun because her tits started to fall out of her tube top and drag on the cold floor making her perfect nipples stand straight up. When she had finally finished she had cum in her hair, and all over her mouth.
“You will sleep on the floor here tonight and will not be allowed to clean the cum off of your face. Hopefully this will remind you of what a whore you really are. Goodnight.” I said as I walked upstairs into my bedroom, leaving my cumsoaked, handcuffed ex girlfriend lying on the floor.
I woke up the next morning and went downstairs to find my slave shivering in the corner of the room with dried cum still all over her. I woke her up and instructed her to go shower and make me breakfast, telling her that she had 20 minutes to do so.
Liz performed this task very well and had breakfast on the table in exactly 20 minutes. I decided to tell her what the plan for today was, but first I thought that I could have a little fun. When I smelled breakfast on the table I walked downstairs with a massive black dildo that I had bought at the store the previous day. When I entered the kitchen she was sitting at the table waiting for me.
“Did I tell you that you were allowed to use furniture slave?” I asked
“Wh- what?” she stuttered.
“Already forgetting to call me master?” I raised my voice slightly to make her think that I was mad.
“I… I’m sorry master, I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to use the chair.”
“You will be on your knees in front of me at all times unless I tell you otherwise. And do I also see that you changed clothes? Did I tell you to shower and put on new clothes pet?”
“No but I just thought—“
“You aren’t allowed to think. You are a slave. And now you will be punished for the second time in less than a day. Take your clothes off now.” I commanded.
She stripped down in record time and was on her knees in front of me in a matter of seconds. I threw the dildo on the floor and instructed her to start sucking it. She did so in excellent fashion, first taking only a little bit in but after a while she started working over half of the 12 inches into her throat.
“Now that it is wet, I want you to put it in your pussy. You wont stop until the entirety of it is inside of you and if you have an orgasm without my permission there will be hell to pay.”
She had never had a dick bigger than mine so after about 8 inches her little pussy was stretched to the max. She was moaning as she shoved inch after inch into her soaking wet pussy. She was actually starting to get off on this. It went deeper and deeper into her as she moaned and started grinding into her own thrusts. She finally got the idea to squat over the massive dick and work it into her by letting gravity do most of the work. After about 15 minutes she got it all the way in and looked up at me begging for my approval.
“Please Master, I need to cum. Please let me cum master.” She begged.
“You are a slave and you will never cum until after I do. My needs come before yours.”
“Please Master let me suck your cock. Please, I’ll do anything to make you cum.” She whined, needing to release the pressure that was building up inside of her.
“Ok slave, you can suck my dick but you will not forget about the cock that is already in you while you do.” I told her.
Instantly she pulled off my pants and took my dick as far into her throat as possible while still squatting and riding the 12 inch dildo that was jammed up her pussy. She wanted it so bad that she wasted no time getting me off and I quickly grabbed her by the hair and shot my load all over her face.
“Please! Please Master may I please cum now?” She squealed.
“Yes slave, you may cum now.” I replied.
She instantly went into waves of ecstasy as she collapsed onto the floor, juices spilling out from her pussy all over the tile.
“Slave, you have made a mess and it took you so long to fit that dick in your pussy that my breakfast is now cold.”
I picked up the plate of scrambled eggs and toast and scraped it onto the floor in front of her, intentionally placing it directly in her pussy juice.
“You can now eat on the floor for breakfast, make sure that the floor is spotless when you are done. You are not permitted to use silverware and your cleaning utensil is your mouth. Don’t take long, we have lots to do today.”
“Yes Master” was all she could reply.
I sat and watched as she sat on all fours, eating her breakfast like the perfect little pet. When she was finished she licked the floor clean and looked up at me. I suddenly had a fun idea. To illustrate to her that she was nothing more than a pet, why not make her walk on all fours?
“Slave, from now on you will crawl on all fours like an animal whenever you are in the house. If you need to get something from an upper shelf, you may stand, but then must immediately get back down on all fours. If I instruct you to do something that requires standing, you are permitted to stand, but otherwise you will crawl like the bitch you are, understood?”
She was obviously taken aback by this request and hesitated before realizing that there would be punishment for any question that she may ask.
“Yes master.” She said.
“Good, now go and get dressed. We have lots of things we need to do today.”
After Liz was dressed and ready to go we set out to start our busy day. I had her dress in a skirt and non revealing top, so that she wouldn’t look like a slut but I would still be provided quick and easy access at all times.
“Slave, today we are going to go to the mall. I have some things of my own that I need to buy but I am giving you my credit card so that you can do some shopping for some appropriate clothes. You are not to buy anything that is the correct size. Anything you buy must be two sizes too small. Also, keep your phone on at all times in case I have any other demands for you. Understood?”
“Yes master.” She replied
We went to a couple stores before heading to Victoria’s Secret. Liz started trying on lingerie and so I decided to have a little fun with her. As she tried on outfit after outfit I told her to show me what she was trying. After a while I realized that an employee of the store was staring at her while pretending to organize some of the clothes next to the changing room.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked the man
“Excuse me?” He replied, trying to act like he hadn’t just been staring at Liz.
“Hold on a minute.” I told him, “Slave, come out here and say hi to this young man.” I ordered.
Liz walked out and said hello, blushing because this is the first time I had called her slave in front of anyone.
“Slave, this man has been staring at you. Why don’t you take him into the changing room and show him your other outfits.” I commanded.
“Yes master.” Liz replied
The store boy hurried into the changing room and I grabbed Liz by the arm.
“You will find a way to get his cum in your mouth, and will not swallow until I tell you to.” I ordered.
Because she loved giving head and fearing what punishment may come as a result of not following orders she went into the changing room. Getting him to cum must have taken her a while because it took around fifteen minutes for the boy and her to leave the changing room.
“Thank you very much!” chirped the employee, obviously satisfied as he walked to the employee section of the store.
I walked in and saw Liz sitting naked on the floor with her mouth closed, obviously ashamed and embarrassed about whatever had just taken place in that changing room.
“Slave, spit the cum into your hand,” I told her and she obeyed, “Now rub it on your tits and pussy, get dressed, and meet me in the car in ten minutes.”
I watched as she took her hand and smeared the mixture of spit and cum all over her tits and then started to get her pussy wet with the strangers cum. I took my phone off of the top of the doorway, pressed the button to make it stop recording, and walked to my car.

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Sudden Urges-2

Weak mannered, married man has a sudden urge that causes him to enter into a world of humiliation and depravity at the hands of his neighbor.

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Lust Part 1

Lust; A story full of new sexual experiences that drove me to cheating on my husband, orgies, incest and many others.

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One Step Ahead – Part 2

There’s more hot stuff in this one than Part 1, but it’s still a little slow. I think that I’ve gotten all the background stuff out, so hopefully we’ll have a lot more sex from here on out. :)Part 2
Moving to Uncle John’s place was actually a relief. Even though Mindy had been on good behavior since Dad announced his cancer I had been concerned about how she would act if it was just us. I hoped that she would take her annual stipend and leave my life forever, but it wasn’t to be. She moved in right along with me.
Uncle John had a pretty sweet house and part of me was excited to be there. Dad had more money than Uncle John but had been a lot more reserved in how he spent it, resulting in a nice but not lavish house. I think that Aunt Sue had a lot to do with the house, but regardless of the cause, it was fantastic. The lived in one wing and gave me another whole wing to myself.
Mindy was living in the same wing I was, but we were at opposite ends of the wing and these wings were as large as normal houses so I figured I’d have plenty of space from the witch anyway. I was wrong.
“I know that you’ve been through a lot and you’ll be at a new school and are starting over completely after having lost your dad but I hope you know that I’m there for you and we can be best friends! I’m in the same boat as you and completely alone too, so I’m sure it’ll be nice for us to bond.” Mindy was talking at me while we were carrying in the few things that had been left to the movers.
She was right that I’d have no friends, my dad died right after my sophomore year ended so my aunt and uncle decided that it’d be good for me to move to a school that was closer to where they lived for to finish high school. I didn’t really have an opinion on that, my relationships with people at my old school had pretty much deteriorated to nothing so I wasn’t going to miss that school.
I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant about her not having friends. Seeing how I was the only person in the world who wasn’t infatuated with Mindy she had tons of friends, she had a steady stream of girlfriends coming by wanting to go shopping or to the spa with her, she didn’t lack for anything in the world, friends included.
I also noticed that Mindy seemed to be back to her teasing ways. My aunt and uncle had been home to help with the large move with the movers, but for this second smaller move of just personal items they were out at a business event. Mindy was wearing little fluffy cloth booty shorts and a thin tank top with a black bra. She took every opportunity to bend over in front of me.
My eyes and body, of course, betrayed me. She bent over in front of me to put a box down and I felt myself becoming painfully stiff looking at her ass. She turned around and caught me staring and just laughed. She walked by me on her way back to the car but ran her hands down my chest on her way out. Part of me wanted to run screaming; most of me wanted to excuse myself to the bathroom and relieve myself.
After we finished moving all the boxes in she told me that she was going to take a shower. I nodded my acknowledgement and went to my room to continue getting it in order.
“Jason, do you know where my lotions are? I can’t find them anywhere!” Mindy asked me from my door.
“I’m pretty sure I put that box in…,” I was cut off in mid sentence when I turned around and saw her wearing only a towel that hardly covered the important bits, “err, umm, I put that box, I think I put it in your bathroom.”
“Well come help me find it! I didn’t see it anywhere.” She said while beckoning for me to follow.
I was mute as I followed her into the bathroom. The box was right next to the sink and already open to all her lotions. When I saw it I was so frustrated that I just knew that I couldn’t take it anymore.
She was babbling something about how silly she was but I wasn’t listening. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her putting both my hands on the breasts that had occupied my thoughts for so many hours.
For just a moment we stood there like that and I could have sworn that I could feel her tremble slightly. Then time unpaused and she screamed while tearing herself away from me, “What are you doing Jason? I can’t believe you would do that to me! I know you’re going through a rough time but that doesn’t excuse a complete lack of manners!”
I felt like a fool. I stood there with her berating me for a fool while staring at my hands. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. I’d given in to her. I felt defeated. I ignored whatever else she had been saying and walked back to my room in complete dejection.
I vowed to myself that from that point forward I’d ignore her no matter how outrageous she was to me. I wouldn’t give her any satisfaction of knowing the power she had over me. It occurred to me that I’d made similar promises in the past but this time it felt different. I was sure that this time I’d actually succeed.
Life at Uncle John’s was certainly different. My dad had been the workhorse of the company in terms of development, but my Uncle was the networker who had the connections that got the company to where it was today. His house was constantly the spot for barbeques, parties, dances, and anything else. They never said specifically that I had to attend but it was clear that I was expected to.
Mindy seemed to love the festive atmosphere. She loved decking herself out in a new outfit and parading it around our wing and asking me what I thought. It became common practice for her to come into my room with a dress on to ask me if I liked it. I would never respond, at most I’d make an noncommittal grunt.
The first few times I ignored her she seemed peeved and I noticed that suddenly new dresses were being paraded into my room. Dresses that she’d never have worn to the parties. Dresses that she’d likely not have worn except on an anniversary with a significant other.
I would be lying to say that I completely ignored her but I did my best. After ignoring so many of her whorish outfits I clearly remember one dress. It was a black dress that must have been made of silk because it looked as soft as air but it had a glow to it even in the terrible lighting of my room. The top half was held up by two thin straps, with it dipping down into her cleavage, exposing an expanse of her breasts but covering the important bits in such a way that it was hard to even notice the cleavage because you would look so hard to see if something more would be exposed when she moved. The bottom half was cut short so that it ended well above her knee, probably closer to the start of her panties than her knees.
She had a wicked gleam in her eye when she realized that she’d finally caught my attention. She spun around to show me the back of the dress. Except, there really wasn’t a back to the dress. Her entire back was exposed. It was cut so low it was amazing that I couldn’t see the top of her perfect ass. The dress was cut so that the back of the dress actually dropped quite low, well below her knees.
I managed to tear my eyes away from her right as her spin was finishing. I had turned back to my book and was studiously ignoring her. I heard her make an irrirated, “Hmmfph!” at my lack of attention. She floated her next to me. I was watching her advance in my peripheral vision so closely that my eyes ached. She stood next to me then bent down to whisper in my ear, “You can pretend not to see me but I saw the way your eyes devoured me and I know that you liked what you saw.”
I was staring so hard at my book that I thought I was going to burn holes in it when I felt her hand grasp my chin. She turned my head to look her in the eyes, only inches away from her face. She moved forward a few inches and planted a kiss on my mouth. Yet again this woman had managed to completely short circuit my brain, I wasn’t thinking a single thought, my mouth was hanging open in shock. She smiled at me then leaned forward and gave me another kiss, but this time pushing her tongue into my mouth and started to move it around, looking for my tongue, trying to make me kiss her back.
My brain finally turned back on and I ripped out of her hand and pulled myself away as if burned. She couldn’t have known it but she had just stolen my first kiss. I hadn’t been particularly saving it for anyone, but it hurt more than anything to know that the person I hated most in the world had just stolen it from me.
“You can pretend to be hurt and offended but your little soldier is telling me everything I need to know,” she taunted me while reaching out to squeeze my cock through my pants. She let go of it and then reached up to the straps of her dress, pushing them off her shoulders so that it pulled at her feet, leaving her wearing nothing but her bra and a thong. Then she turned and left my room.
I couldn’t help myself. I was weak. I immediately got up to lock my door then relieved myself while thinking of what it would have been like if she had done more than just squeeze my poor dick. Immediately after spurting out into a tissue, in that brief moment of clarity after a man’s orgasm where his head is completely clear of sexual thoughts, it came crashing down on me that I’d failed. Again. I renewed my promise to myself that I wouldn’t let her get to me.
That night at the party it became clear that she’d renewed her own efforts to break through my barriers. Despite my general dislike for her I’d often been grateful for her presence in the past. She and I would stay pretty close to one another while in groups of rich, powerful, and influential people. It was easier to cling to someone you knew, even if you didn’t like them, than risk getting lost in the hub bub of well wishers and do gooders.
Tonight was different. She continually grabbed my ass, stroked my back, and generally molested me. It didn’t matter to her if I was talking to someone or not, she’d just tease me relentlessly. It culminated when I was talking to a friend of my dad’s who I had met a few times before. He was a huge hockey fan who used to attend games with my dad and I. He was one of the people I legitimately liked talking to and he was offering me access to his box during the upcoming season. While he was doing this I saw Mindy behind him. She walked up close enough that he wouldn’t feel her presence, glanced around to see if anyone was looking, then pulled the front of her dress down. Her breasts were on full display, nothing covering them. I stuttered in mid sentence and spilled my drink on myself.
She rushed over and asked if I was ok and if I’d gotten anything on myself. My dad’s friend was saying something comforting about how he hated when that happens. Or maybe not. I don’t know. All I could think about right then was that Mindy had perfect tits. She made some sort of apology and was ushering me out under the guise of me needing to change my clothes.
As soon as we were out of the party and back in our wing of the house I whirled around and in a harsh whisper demanded to know what she was thinking.
She rolled her eyes at me and said, “Oh please, as if you didn’t enjoy it. I bet you’re still thinking about them. Want to see again?”
“No!” I was trying not to shout but my voice was definitely raised.
“Jason! Shhhh, we can’t have anyone coming over here!”
I started to shout something else at her but she stepped up to me and kissed me. I’d always thought that kissing was something that took conscious effort. I’d heard that sex was instinctual, but I guess kissing is too because my body took over for me. It was easily the most intense moment of my life. I could feel her lips pressing against mine. I had no idea how soft her lips were, how gentle they would feel pressed against mine. My own tongue snaked out and gently stroked her lips then slipped into her mouth; tentative at first but stronger behind it, pushing in and finding her own tongue waiting for me.
My skin was on fire, my heart was beating harder than I think it’d ever beat before…and she pulled away from me. I opened my eyes to look at her, confused. Her own skin was flushed, her eyes were sparkling, and her mouth was curled into the one of the biggest smiles I’d ever seen on her face. She was stunning. In that moment I was ready to forget all the hate, all the rage, all the frustration. I reached up to take her in my arms but she danced away from me, laughing in my face.
“Don’t you see, Jason? I can play you like a fiddle. You’re mine to do with what I want. You can have more of that some day but not now! No, not unless I’m letting you! No touching! You need to play by my rules. You don’t understand it yet, but you will. I’m smarter than you! I have more experience. It’s hopeless. Now run to your room little boy, go change your clothes and get back to the party!”
With that she skipped off. She didn’t literally skip off, but it felt like she did. All the dark emotions were flooding back into me, stronger than ever. I stormed back up to my room, tearing my clothes off. I knew there was no way I was going to make another appearance at the party.
I dreamed of my parents that night. I dreamed of them sometimes but it was rarely happy dreams. Tonight was no exception. I was a 10 year old again, strapped into the car watching while a truck hurtled around the corner. I knew what was going to happen and started screaming for my mom to move, to run. Then I saw who was driving the truck. It was my dad. He drove the truck straight into mom. Then he started giggling. I don’t know how I could hear him, but it was a dream I guess. He put the truck into reverse and backed away a little ways, then put it into drive and gunned the engine. I threw myself against my seatbelt screaming until it hurt, screaming no no No No No NO NO NO NO NO the whole time.
“Jason! Jason honey wake up! It’s just a dream! Wake up!” Aunt Sue was shaking me awake. Light was streaming into the room. Tears were pouring down my face. I was bewildered at first but as it sunk in where I was, that it was just a dream my panic started to dissipate. I grabbed Aunt Sue and clung to her while the tears ran their course.
It felt good while she held me. I could feel how much she loved me. I knew that she had been extremely close with my mom in particular, but my dad as well. It was like I could feel her love permeating through to me, her understanding of my pain. It occurred to me that I could trust her in other ways too. I could explain to her about Mindy. I didn’t know what she’d do, but I was sure she could help. I opened my mouth to talk to Aunt Sue but before I could say anything she spoke up.
“Jason your uncle and I are taking a trip for the rest of the week. An opportunity came up for your uncle and that he can’t miss so I’m going to go with him. We’ll be back next Tuesday. Mindy had too much to drink last night and stayed up too late. She’s sleeping it off in her room. I don’t know how that woman stays so strong but she’s such an angel. Putting up with all the all farts hitting on her as if she isn’t the widowed wife of their old friend and colleague. I want you take care of her this morning when she wakes up, she deserves to be treated like a princess.”
My mouth went completely dry. I loved my aunt but I knew right then that I couldn’t go to her for help. I was alone against Mindy. I knew that if Aunt Sue was on Mindy’s side then Uncle John would automatically take her side too. I felt the ground open up underneath me, I felt dizzy even though I was still lying in bed. I mumbled and acknowledgement to Aunt Sue then she told me to be good and left. It was just me and Mindy for the next 5 days. I felt like I needed to puke.
I left to take a walk and decided that the best course of action would be to be in the house as little as possible over the next few days. I spent that day playing frisbee in a park with some guys I’d never met before but who seemed friendly enough. I went out with them and learned their names were Keith, Larry (poor kid), and Tony. The four of us grabbed dinner together and I learned that they’d be going to the same school that I was transferring to. They were all going into their senior year but they told me to make sure I looked them up on my first day and they’d give me a tour. I also found out that they could routinely be found in the park playing football or any other sport and I was welcome to join, it was a come as you can arrangement and lots of people would filter in.
I got home late that night. The day felt like a resounding success. As I walked up to my room I saw the light to Mindy’s room was off so I tried to creep by without making any noise. As I passed I heard a slight squeaking as if the bed were bouncing and a small moan. I froze in my tracks. I knew, I just knew that I should keep going. I told myself not to investigate. I was weak. I turned and crept closer to her door. I put my ear against it and listened intently.
The sounds weren’t very loud but they were unmistakable nonetheless. Mindy was in her room masturbating. I don’t know how long I stood there, but it was minutes at the least. After what seemed an eternity I heard the moans change but not to become more aroused, rather, they sounded frustrated. They became louder and the frustration was unmistakable. Finally they stopped altogether and I could hear heavy breathing and what sounded like crying.
It’s an enormous understatement to say that I was confused, however, thankfully, the crying has also killed the arousal for me. I tip toed to my room and lay in my bed wondering what that was all about. When I fell asleep I dreamed of her. She was sitting in front of me with her legs wide open, rubbing herself in front of me and telling me to take what I wanted. I moved in front of her then pushed her onto her back. I was suddenly naked and I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy. I looked her in the eye then thrust into her. I’d never felt anything so incredible. It felt warm, moist, and incredibly soft. I enjoyed it for a moment then stopped thrusting my hips. Except, although neither of were moving, I could still feel her pussy sucking on me. Suddenly I was confused…sucking on me…
I bolted awake, sitting straight up and staring down at myself. There was Mindy, wearing nothing but a pair of boy shorts, sucking on my cock. Her eyes looked up at mine, staring at me while sucking on me. I was looking her directly in the eye when I could feel the familiar pressure building in my balls. I was going to cum in her mouth. Despite all the hate from last night I was excited.
She must have sensed my excitement because she started sucking harder. I was on the very verge of cumming when she sat up and stopped. My hips started bucking against the air wildly but she patted my chest and spoke to me saying, “Ah ah ah, no cumming for you honey. She then grabbed my balls with her left hand, viciously squeezing them. It wasn’t like being kicked but it absolutely destroyed my orgasm.
She laughed at me then waltzed out of the room, shaking her tight little ass as she did so. I wanted to scream out my frustration but bit it back so as to not give her the satisfaction. I lept out of bed to take a shower. I relieved myself in the shower but I could still feel the dull ache of blue balls and knew it would be a miserable day for me.
I didn’t have the heart to go back to the park and join Keith and his friends. I went out but I couldn’t tell you what I did that day. I got home late at night again and passed out. The next day I woke to another morning blow job and again was given the ball destroying treatment before I could cum. The same thing was repeated the next day.
The next morning I woke to the same thing happened but this time I snapped. I screamed at her to stop and grabbed her by the hair, wrenching her off of me and threw her to the floor. I’d kept growing over the years and I was 6’1” now. I wasn’t filled out particularly well, but I was more than strong enough to throw little Mindy to the ground.
I immediately felt awful for doing so, but at least she’d stopped her torture. I looked down at her and was completely unsure what it was that was in her eyes, but it wasn’t pain or hate. She calmly stood up and walked out of the room. I somehow felt that I’d condemned myself to something much worse. I wasn’t wrong.
That night I locked my door when I went to sleep. I have no idea why I bothered, everyone has keys to the whole house, but at the time I felt safe. I woke up the next morning feeling slightly different. The now familiar ecstasy of a blow job was there, but I also felt confined. I realized that she’d handcuffed me to the bed. All four limbs, spread eagled out. I started to panic, yanking against the restraints but nothing happened.
She’d stopped blowing me to watch my reaction, giggling at my futile attempts to get free. After I’d worn myself out she bent back down to her task and continued to blow me. She put me to within an inch of cumming then would squeeze my balls until I was no longer on the precipice. Then she’d start over. She must have done that a dozen times. Maybe more.
I can’t remember ever feeling such agony. It was horrible. After however long she kept that up she pressed a button on the handcuffs. I couldn’t see at the time but there were little clocks on them and they would automatically unlock after a certain amount of time. She then strutted over to the door and said, “I hope you had fun, I know *I* did!” and walked out.
That day wasn’t the day that changed my life forever, but it was the day that set in motion everything that would. I told myself that I would pay her back for this. I would make her pay and pay and pay. I told myself that the debt would never be equal, no matter what, she would never be able to make it up to me.
I set about planning my revenge. I would make sure that no matter what, nothing would go wrong. No matter what actions she was taking to ensure her own safety I would find a way to make her pay. I would do what it took to take my pound of flesh. I was done putting up with her bullshit. I was going to find a way to own her. She would be mine and she would pay.

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