“I can’t help it you are getting me so turned on, and hard.” I said through groans as I let my head fall back into the seat. She continued to rub my cock through my pants.
Thankfully, we were both at the back of the flight on the right corner. The plane was full, but the other people in our row were all up walking around the plane so nobody was in the back to see what we were doing. The flight was a long one since we were on our way to Bermuda from Los Angeles.
I just sat back, enjoying her rubbing my cock. I didn’t even notice her unbuttoning my pants until she was halfway through unzipping them. I shot up and looked at her. “What are you doing? Is there anybody around?”
“Ha Ha, don’t worry, everyone else is up and about the plane. We have the back all to ourselves.” She said as she looked at me and smiled, as she reached into the hole in my boxers wrapping her warm hand around my cock.
I groaned as she pulled my cock out from my pants under the sheet. I was about to stop her, since at any moment someone could walk back to their seat or to the back of the plane and find us, but I was so turned on I was enjoying it, what I would say is a ‘sexual awakening’, so much that nothing was going to stop me now.
I was enjoying the new, exciting sensation of having a woman’s soft, silky smooth, warm hands slide up and down my cock slowly while I just lay back and enjoy it. I was almost in a trance from the pleasure she was giving me as she stroked, but was broken out of it when I felt her stop and grab my hand with hers and guide it under the blanket. I wasn’t sure what she was going to have me do until I felt her let go of my hand on her pants.
I looked at her with a confused face, but she just giggled and said, “I would like some pleasure too if you don’t mind.”
“Oh my god, I am so sorry, it is just I have never done anything like this before, and I just got lost in the sensation.” I said as I started to unbutton her pants and unzip them.
“You really have never done anything like this before?” She asked, looking at me with an honestly confused face.
“No I haven’t. I hope that is ok with you,” I said stopping halfway pulling her zipper down.
“Of course I don’t mind. I would be honored if you would allow me to teach you.” She replied smiling at me with a sort of hopeful look on her face.
“I would love it if you would teach me; I want to learn it all.” I said with a huge grin on my face.
“Good, glad to hear it. Now first I want you to slide your hand under my panties and just feel around and get to know the outside of my pussy first,” She reached back around and started to slowly stroke my cock like before.
I did not have to be asked twice. I slid my hand slowly down her open pants under her panties. I let my hands slide down starting to explore around her crotch, firstly noticing that she was shaved smooth which is what I always thought was hot. Then I felt a hard nub at the top which, thanks to my anatomy classes and guy talk, I knew was the clit. I knew that it was the most sensitive area on a woman’s body, so I rubbed it a little making her moan. She stopped stroking my cock for a few seconds before I moved making her start again. As I continued exploring I could start to feel heat radiating from her pussy just before my fingers met her slit, I could feel the moisture seeping out from her pussy.
She was so engrossed in stroking my cock and enjoying the sensation of my hand exploring her pussy, she didn’t tell me what to do next. So, I decided to explore the inside of her pussy. I slid my index finger deep in her pussy slowly. The soft, wet feel of her insides was like nothing I had ever experience before. I felt like I could explore down there forever!
“Mmm, are you sure you haven’t done this before?” She asked me as she turned and smiled at me.
“No I haven’t.” I looked at her as I continued to slowly finger fuck her pussy.
“Well, you sure seem to know what you are doing.” She moved her head against the head rest and let out a small moan.
“Um, I have something I would like to ask, but I hope it isn’t to forward.” I wearily said, as I let my finger linger in her pussy as I waited for a response.
“What would you like to ask me?” She asked me inquisitively. She came back to reality since I had stopped fingering her.
“I have read about it a lot, and have seen it done in a lot of movies. I was wondering if you would mind if I performed oral sex on you.” I asked very nervously, hoping I had not stepped over the line.
“You mean you would want to eat my pussy?” She asked me back an almost disgusted tone.
“Yes, I would really like to eat your pussy.” I said, cowering in fear of her possibly getting angry.
“Of course you can eat my pussy!” She replied quickly, changing her face from anger to excitement.
“Oh good, you scared me for a second, I thought you were going to get angry at me.” I said smiling at her.
“Ha ha, I am glad to hear you want to do it actually. Most guys don’t like to do it. Now since you are new at it, I will let you explore a little and give you some pointers on the way. But first let’s get set up here in case someone walks by.”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, mesmerized by finally seeing a woman undress in front of me.
“Go ahead and grab another one of the blankets for me.” She said as she was pulling her pants and panties down.
I turned just as she pulled her pants and panties down, so when I turned back after finding a blanket, I couldn’t take my eyes off the gorgeous, shaved, wet pussy I saw in front of me.
“Do you think it looks good?” She was smiling at my obvious memorization.
“Oh my god, it looks amazing. It looks really sexy, and um…” I started to say before I felt shy.
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“It looks sexy and what?” She asked, loving my obvious desire for her pussy.
“It looks so tasty.” I finally was able to blurt out, after accepting that I needed to go with the flow, and it was now or never.
“Well how about you get down here and have a taste.” She spread her legs apart as she moved the armrest separating us up.
“Sure thing!” I snaked my tongue out as I lowered my head toward her pussy.
I could feel heat emanating from her pussy as I finally got close to her. I could feel her body shake a little as my tongue came into contact with her clit tasting her sweet juices.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, worried because she had started to shake.
“Mmm, no you didn’t, it just felt so good. Please keep doing it.” She placed her hand on my head and guided it back down to her pussy.
I let her guide me back down to her pussy and started to continue to lick her clit as I felt the blanket fall over my head.
“Don’t worry; I am just doing it just in case somebody walks by.” I heard her say in between moans.
I was so busy enjoying the taste and the satisfaction of making a woman moan for the first time that I didn’t even really take in what she was saying. I continued to lick her clit as I took a finger and slowly rubbed it up and down her slit, before I slid it in deep. I left my finger still in her pussy taking in the amazing feel of her wet pussy.
“Oh fuck, your finger feels so good in my pussy. Please start fucking me with it.” She begged in between low groans and grunts.
I was happy to oblige her request. I was amazed by the pleasure I was able to give her just from some simple licking. I continued to move my finger slowly, then going faster ’til I could hear squishing noises from her wet pussy.
I was so lost in my amazement of the pleasure I was giving her, and the sweet taste of her pussy, that I didn’t hear the flight attendant clearing her throat to get my attention, so she had to tap my head.
I slid my finger out of Susy’s pussy, and slid my head out from under the blanket. I almost had a heart attack when I saw the flight attendant. “I, um, oh god, um, I am so sorry. Oh god, this is so embarrassing.”
Susy, I think was so shocked at being caught that her mouth was open, but no words were coming out. Jane, the flight attendant that helped me before, was the one who interrupted us, but the weird thing was that she didn’t seem mad but she actually had a smile on her face.
“May I have a taste of those?” She asked as she pointed at my finger.
“Um, yeah sure, I guess.” I said as I raised my hand up to her face.
She took my hand and brought it to her face, slowly slid her tongue out and slid it all around my finger before she slowly slid it into her mouth. “Mmm, you sure taste good sweetie.” She said looking at Susy and then turned to me and looked down at my groin and said, “And you sure seem to be having fun as much as she appears to be.”
Neither Susy nor I could believe what we were hearing. Jane could see we were both in shock but she also seemed to be enjoying it. “I would love to join you guys for some fun, but I don’t get a break for another twenty minutes. The dinner service is about to start so people are going to be moving back and forth past you. Thankfully, the flight attendants have our own little sleeping quarters in the back of the room. You guys can go there and start having fun and I will be there soon.”
Susy didn’t need to be told twice. She threw the blanket on the seat next to her and pulled her pants back up. She grabbed my hand, almost yanking me in the direction of the spare room.
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The End
Tina’s First Time
Tina was excited. Finally it was going to happen, The Voice had issued her instructions and she had followed them exactly. She was wearing her favorite knee length blue dress, the one that made her eyes stand out so piercing when she was looking down her nose at the boys who would dare approach and ask her out. On her feet were sturdy three inch platform shoes, raising her up to a elegantly commanding 5'11" height while under the dress she was wearing fishnet stockings and her leopard print bra and panty set. She had never worn fishnets before, they made her legs tingle and felt so sexy on her skin.
Arriving at the mall she headed directly to the book store, proud to have been given this task, despite the common nature of it. In the store she started searching faithfully for the book, but after ten minutes was beginning to grow frustrated. Then The Voice spoke from behind her, making her knees weak and her insides fill up with butterflies, “Looking for this miss?” it asked as he held out the book.
“Yes Sir, it is thank you,” she managed to whisper taking it from his hard looking hands.
“I believe you were going to purchase that?” The Voice asked, further melting her insides.
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir,” she responded automatically and made her way to the cashier where she made the purchase. He was patiently waiting at the store entrance when she finished the transaction and she hurried over.
“Come along” he commanded and set off at a fast pace for an older gentleman with short legs, Tina had to rush to keep up but was mindful to remain half a step behind and too his left. He did hold the door for her to exit the mall, and he helped her into his full sized van handing her up into the seat and fastening her seat belt for her before moving to the drivers side and getting in himself.
He drove in an unnerving silence, allowing Tina to grow more and more nervous as her mind went over all the possibilities of what he would do with her. The drive was only about 20 minutes, but seemed much longer. Finally he pulled off the road onto an isolated farm, driving straight into the barn before shutting the van off. Getting out he closed the big overhead doors before letting Tina out of her seat belt and handing her down from the van.
“Are you sure you are ready Tina?” he asked in The Voice. Her mouth was dry and she was so scared, but so excited to be here at last.
“Yes Sir.” she replied meekly.
Taking her firmly by the hand he lead her under one of the main support beams which was fitted with many hooks and pad-eye bolts. Placing her left wrist in a padded cuff he secured it to a chain going through one of the eyes and across to another before it came down on her right. Here he pulled the chain tight, bringing her left arm up high, then secured it to her right cuff forcing both of her arms up about 30 inches apart at the wrist.
Next he fitted an ankle cuff to each leg, forcing her legs even wider than her arms, so wide in fact that part of her weight was now being supported by her wrist cuffs. “Hold this ball in your fingers,” The Voice commanded, “that is your distress signal, as long as you hold the ball I can do as I please with you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.” Tina whispered, unable to make any louder sound. This was it, she was at his disposal from now on and she knew it.
Behind her she could here him opening and closing drawers on the large tool chest in front of the van, but she could see nothing. The anticipation was hard to bare, but she had waited so long for this day. Finally he appeared close behind her, he moved so quietly for such a male man that it was a shock when she realized he was there.
His hands reached up and then she saw it, a huge cold steel knife in his hand! He grasped the left sleeve of her dress and pulled it tightly away from her skin, then sliced it all the way to the collar of her dress in one smooth fluid move. The knife was so sharp it parted the fabric like warm butter with no resistance. He then repeated the maneuver on her right, cutting from wrist to collar in one silky smooth move.
Pushing her head forward and flipping her hair over her shoulders he pulled back on the cloth of her collar and sliced upward through both sides at once causing the dress to fall and pool around her knees. From there it was but a moment before, now cut top to bottom as well, it was pulled loose and tossed onto the floor directly in front of her.
Oh, the knife felt so cold on her skin when it appeared back at her throat, before sliding across her shoulder and under her left bra strap where a quick upward tug parted the fabric. Trailing across her upper back the knife was still so cold and hard as it slid between her shoulder blade and the bra strap on the other side before once again parting it with a sharp upward yank.
Tina whimpered, but the ball was firmly grasped in her left hand and she was not at all inclined to let go of it. The knife next came down between her breasts, and despite the clasp being in the back soon parted the front causing the bra to fall to the ground.
The knife disappeared, but then she felt his hard male hands grasping the elastic band on her panties on the left side where they were seemed together. Suddenly his strong hands ripped the fabric straight down the seem, parting her panties and letting them fall down her right leg to the ankle cuff.
The next move was for him to say, in a low throaty voice right at her ear “Almost ready. Remember to keep an accurate count or it will be twice the price.” His strong hands then reached up and snapped bracer cuffs in place just above her elbows on each upper arm.
Releasing her wrists from the overhead chain allowed her to come down off of her toes as her arms were brought behind her back. Each wrist was secured to the opposite bracer causing her arms to be bottom side up, with her palms exposed.
Making sure he could see the bright red ball firmly held in her left hand he bent her over and stepped around so that he was standing with his right hip against her left ribs and his right thigh putting pressure on her naked left thigh. Then it happened. His hard hand struck so fiercely on her left ass cheek she knew without a doubt he meant it with all his being.
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“One!” she cried out suddenly, realizing this was NOT the time to be silent.
“Two… Three… Four… Five,” the swats all rained down on her left side, from the top of her ass to the upper back of her thigh. After five he paused and caressed her hot skin, the stings were so deep, it felt like they reached all the way to the bone.
“Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten… Eleven… Twelve… " she was gasping by the last and He paused again to caress her hot hot skin and admire the pretty rose color that was rising.
“Thirteen… Fourteen… Fifteen… Sixteen… Seventeen… Eighteen… Nineteen… Twenty… Twenty One!” she called out the last with a sense of relief, he had been telling her for weeks that the first time would be a birthday spanking, one for every year she had lived without Him.
After a pinch right on the curve where her ass and thigh met He stepped back and walked around to her other side. Before starting he removed the ball from her left hand and moved it to her right where once again it was plainly visible.
“Twenty-Two… " on her right cheek seemed more intense because this side had been totally ignored up until now, but she was determined to make it all the way through.
“Twenty-Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… " she nearly sang out, getting into the whole experience on a deeper and deeper level, until it happened.
“Thirty-Six… Thirty-Seven… Thirty-Eight… Forty… Forty-One… Forty-Two!” Done, she thought, for just a moment.
Then she heard him growl “THIRTY-NINE!” and the hardest blow of them all hit. “That means you have earned Double Tina.”
She was shocked, scared, and yet so incredibly wet from the 42 she had received already. For just a moment she hesitated, almost dropping the ball before tightening her grip once again, determined to make it through everything she had committed herself for.
As soon as He saw her grip on the ball tighten he took action, raining hard blows all over her ass on both sides as fast and as hard as he could with both hands. This time he bellowed out the numbers himself, making sure the count was dead accurate. Unlike the first time however the blows were fast, merciless, and random, not timed and broken up with pauses to allow her to get through it more gently.
Finally, in under a minute it was over, her ass positively felt like it was on fire and about to consume her. Then he stepped back and without his support she fell helplessly to her knees on the ruined dress, sinking down until her face was on the cold floor as she bawled helplessly into the blue fabric.
He waited for a full minute as the second hand crept around the dial of the wall clock before stepping back in to take his reward. She still firmly clutched the ball in her right hand, despite her agonized ass and tears of shear pain pouring off her face she was more sexually excited than ever before in her life.
Incredibly she felt on the verge of orgasm, yet not a single touch had gone to her groin nor even her breasts. His strong hands gripped the hair on the back of her head, roughly pulling her up onto her knees. Her arms still chained behind her back she was presented with a very hard cock at her face, and instinctively she began to worship it with her mouth, the symbol of the ultimate male to whom she had pledged herself this day.
Hungrily she sucked in his flesh, and he kept a firm grip in her hair guiding her just the way he liked it. Faster and deeper he pumped, as excited by her spanking as she had been and excepting her oral worship as his just reward for what he had taught her this day, about herself, and about Him.
Much sooner than she expected it He erupted into her hot wet mouth, taking his pleasure hard and fast, but reveling in his power over her body. “Cum for me like a good slut!” he growled as his seed was pumping into her mouth, and without reserve she sucked harder.
Sliding his leg forward he ground her down on the top of his foot. Sopping wet her primed and ready cunt spasmed, sending a shock through her clitoris and pushing her into the most powerful orgasm of her life.
The next hour was blur, but before she knew it Tina found herself standing beside her car in the mall parking lot. The blue dress she was wearing appeared to be the same one she had arrived in, and if it were not for the burning ache when she sat down she might have convinced herself it had all just been a phone fantasy once again.
The End
Joyce’s Auction
Joyce’s thoughts returned, yet again, to the question, “How did I get myself into this? .” Her tall, lithe, body was stretched out between two pillars in a cage, arms and legs stretched in a classic spread eagle shape. No clothes covered her small, yet firm, breasts, nor any other part of her body. Her thick thatch of black pussy hair was glistening with moisture that gave witness to the lust and desire that was growing in her. The matching hair that hung from her head, down to her waist waved in the air as her body shifted position again and again. The blindfold covering her eyes left her clueless to the presence of the people ogling her and making comments about her appearance and the form hanging on the wall of the cage, just to the left of the doorway.
In her mind’s eye, she saw herself sitting in the parking lot of The Mephisto Club, her best friend, Nadine, sitting beside her. Joyce was nervous then, unsure if she really wanted to go through with this wild plan of hers.
“Oh God! It sounded a lot more fun when I talked about it a week ago,” whispered Joyce.
Nadine took her hand. “You don’t have to, you know that. There’ll be other times. You told me yourself that the club has their charity auction every four weeks.”
“Nadine, if I chicken out now, it’ll be easier to not do it the next time. I want this, I really do. I’ve known about my cravings for being a sex slave ever since I was 15. After what happened three days ago, I think I like being a dominant too.”
“In that case, get your ass out of the car, Joyce. It’s just first time jitters. I’ll bet she’s in there as well.”
“Do you think so?”
“She’s been there every auction, or so you told me. Why not today?” Nadine took her friend’s hand and they faced each other. “Joyce, I don’t fully understand this burning desire to be used as a sexual toy by who knows whom. But, I do understand that this is what you’ve wanted for a long time. Finally, you’re not so afraid of what people think that you’re ignoring your desires. Don’t stop now.”
Joyce seemed to calm down at her friend’s supportive words. “I know you’re just telling what I already know. Will you stay until I’m done?”
“Of course I will, I already promised you that.” Nadine’s voice showed no irritation at giving the reassurance yet again.
The two ladies exited the car and walked into the club. The man in charge of taking cover charges asked the usual question.
“Good evening ladies, are either of you planning on putting yourself up for auction? The proceeds go to charity. This month’s beneficiary is the city’s rape crisis network.”
“Uh, yes, I’ll be selling myself,” Joyce answered with a nervous quiver.
“First time?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Not to everyone, but I have been working the door on auction night for several years now. It’s alright to be nervous or even scared. I can assure you that you’ll be just fine, as long as you don’t leave the premises.”
“Thanks. Where do I…”
“Just inside and to the left, you’ll find the sign up tables. Betty, the lady in the black latex cat suit, will be glad to help you.”
“Thanks.”
Nadine and Joyce paid their fees and were soon standing in front of a long table with two other people. Across from them, the afore mentioned lady was smiling and explaining to someone how the auction worked. Joyce had trouble concentrating on what was being said. She looked around, awed by the sheer numbers of people milling about. No matter how many times she came to auction night, the crowd always surprised her. She was vaguely aware of the background noises of arousal and pain.
“Hi, can I help you?”
Joyce turned around with a start. “Oh, sorry, I was…”
“Nervous?”
“Yeah, I guess so. I want to…I mean I’m going to…you know…Auction! I’m going to be auctioned.”
“That’s great. I’m happy for you. Have you ever done the auction before?”
“No, but I have watched it a few times.”
“I thought your face looked familiar. I’ve seen you around quite a bit. Let me explain the basics and then I’ll walk you through the sign up form.” Turning to one of the other people nearby, Betty asked, “Roger, will you take the desk, I’m going to help a first timer.”
“Sure thing, Betty.”
“Come this way.” Once they were at a relatively quieter end of the table, Betty had Joyce take a seat and started her explanation. “What’s going to happen is that you’ll be displayed in a cage, bound, for a couple of hours. Then, you’ll be taken on the stage and the auctioneer, that’s Angela, will offer you to the crowd. She’ll put on a very realistic performance, treating you like an object to be used for the pleasure of whoever wins. She’ll try to match her approach to how you’re responding. With me so far?”
“Yeah. She won’t whip me or anything, will she?”
“Not unless you ask her to.”
“I see. So I can ask for something in particular?”
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“Of course, we get that a lot. Is there anything you’d like from her?”
“I don’t know. Maybe, maybe not.”
“Well, you have some time to decide. Now, the form is part questionnaire and part liability waiver. The waiver is a standard form used by clubs that offer sites for activities. We’re not liable for things that go wrong between you and your dominant.”
“That sounds fair. What’s the questionnaire for?”
“You’re telling bidders what you like and don’t like in terms of play. You mark each type of play with a rating, from 1 to 6. A rating of 1 is, ‘I love it, bring it on,’ while a rating of 5 is, ‘Don’t even think about it.’ A 6 is special, it means that you don’t like the activity but are turned on by the idea of being forced into it.”
Joyce flipped through the form. “I had no idea that BDSM could be broken down in so many different ways. Wow! Does blood sports mean what I think it does?”
“Yes, some people enjoy having blood drawn during a scene, either with a knife or by needles. People sometimes use other things, but we don’t allow them on the premises.”
“I…I had no idea. Betty, how do you decide?”
“You use what you’ve done in the past as a guide.”
“What if you’ve never…”
“Ah, I see. You’ve never submitted before, have you?”
“No.” Joyce’s voice was small. “Is that a problem?”
“Not necessarily. It does mean that you have nothing but your fantasies to guide you in filling out the form. What sort of things have you fantasized about?”
“I…,” Joyce’s face turned a deep red in embarrassment. It was one thing to tell someone you were close to that you’ve dreamed of being someone’s sex slave, it was quite another to describe the intimate details of those fantasies to someone you met ten minutes ago. “I imagine I’m being forced to obey someone, a man. He’ll demand things of me that I don’t want to do and make me do or accept them.”
“That’s good, we can work with that. What sort of things? Does he make you suck him off?”
Joyce was speechless at. not just the straight forward question, but the nonchalant manner in which it was asked. Betty saw the shock and waited. A couple of minutes passed while Joyce swallowed reflexively.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah, I think so. I’m not used to people talking about sex acts so openly.”
“You’ll find a lot of that in the scene. Part of the thrill is the violation of society’s standards. Being forced to do so is a powerful submissive mind game. ‘It’s not our fault, we were made to do it’ sort of thing. So, think on your fantasies and remember what things you resisted and were forced to do.”
“Well, yeah, sucking him off and swallowing was a big one. My boyfriends in the past never came in my mouth. Being…taking someone in my butt happens in my thoughts a lot too. I’m actually a little frightened of it. I always imagine it’s really painful.”
“It can be on the initial penetration, but you do get used to it. It’s an interesting feeling of being full. For me, it’s frustrating because I can’t cum from my ass.”
“I see.” Joyce was still getting used to the idea that someone would be so open about their sex life. Even her encounter three days ago had not prepared her for this level of intimacy with a stranger. “Let’s see, there’s masturbation. I’m really shy about it and sometimes I’m forced to bring myself off in front of others.”
“This’s good, there’s some wonderful things to start with. Now, how are you forced?”
“It varies. Sometimes I’m physically overpowered and bound. Then he has his way with me and I can’t stop him. Other times I’m whipped until I give in and agree.”
“I notice you keep saying he and him. I take it you have no fantasies about women?”
Joyce reddened again. “Actually, I kind of do. There’s never a woman dominating me, but sometimes I’m forced, in my thoughts, to pleasure a woman after she’s been fucked…” Joyce put her hand to her mouth in shock, unable to believe how easily the word passed through her lips. Betty smiled and nodded. “I mean, I have to eat what’s coming out of her after he’s cum in her.”
“That’s called a cream pie.” Both ladies smiled at the vivid imagery that was created. “Which of these do you want to be able to experience tonight?”
“I don’t know. Part of what makes the fantasies so powerful is that, in them, I don’t know what I’m going to be forced to do. I haven’t even talked about all of the things I pretend to be forced into. I guess it’s the whole being forced to obey thing that really turns me on.”
“I can understand that. My submissive enjoys the uncertainty as well.”
“You’re a dominant?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Does that mean that you could…”
“No, not at the auction. Employees are not allowed to bid at the auction.”
“What would you suggest?”
“How’s this sound? Put fellatio, cum swallowing, anal intercourse, cunnilingus, cream pies, masturbation and something else, you think of it, as a rating of 6. Then put roleplay as a 1 and then rate some of the pain items at 3 or less. That will tell whoever bids on you that you’d like a roleplay of being forced into activities and punished when you don’t comply right away. The other option is to not mark pain as acceptable but mark varying levels of bondage as acceptable.”
“Okay, that sounds like a plan. Can I have a few minutes to work my way through it?”
“Sure, take your time. There’s still an hour before the first auction starts.”
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“Joyce, can you hear me?” Nadine’s voice jerked Joyce out of her memories of the recent past. When Joyce nodded, Nadine asked, “Are you okay? You’re shaking a little.”
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just nervous and a little scared.”
“I’m not surprised. Some of these people looking at you look frightening.”
“You’re not helping, Nadine.”
“Sorry. I’ve been asking around. The auction winners have to leave ID with the club. That way, they can be held accountable for what they do.”
“That’s good to know. I’ll be fine, Nadine. I’m really hot. It’s like the fear is arousing.”
“So, you’re as sure of this now as you were three days ago?”
“Yes, definitely. Have you seen her?”
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“Yes, she’s four cages ahead of you. It’s too bad you can’t see her. She’s tied up and looks so sexy.”
Joyce wasn’t surprised. Her mind slipped back to that night. Nadine and she had been driving and saw a crowd of cars stopped in front of a mansion.
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“Joyce, look at that. I wonder why all those cars are parked in front of that driveway? Is someone in trouble?”
Nadine pulled over, both ladies seeing a crowd gathered about the gate. Joyce gasped as she got out of the car.
“Nadine, do see that? There’s a lady chained to the gate!”
“What the hell is going on?” Nadine started looking around for the camera, sure they were on a Candid Camera like program of some sort.
Joyce’s voice interrupted her search. “Oh my God! Is that who I think it is? I think it is? Yes! It’s that lady from the news, Valerie Burbon, I think.” Joyce moved closer. “Are you Valerie Burbon?”
The woman chained to the metal grate of the gate nodded her head. It was plain that she was very aroused. Her pussy was not just moist, but thoroughly wet. Her nipples were rock hard and the rest of her body was flushed.
“I so wanted to meet you. You don’t know what you’ve done for me,” Joyce gushed.
A man approached. “What did my little slave do for you?”
“Oh, you must be her Master.” The man nodded. “She…it was so wonderful, she went public. Sex was always such a drag for me. I knew I wanted to be owned, mastered, but didn’t now how to let my boyfriend know. Then she was in the news!”
“And that gave you an opening?”
“Yes, I talked about it with him and was able to tell him that I craved that kind of sex too.” Joyce’s voice saddened at the painful memory that followed.
“I take it he didn’t take it well.”
“No. He called me a sick slut and we never went out again. But, my best girlfriend,” pointing to her companion, “she said that he was the sick one, trying to make me someone I wasn’t. She said, ‘Joyce, I don’t know why you would want to be some man’s slave, but if you do, then you do. Just promise you’ll do it safely.’ Then she told me about this club, called Mephisto’s, and I’ve been visiting there, seeing what goes on there. It was a little overwhelming at first. But there are so many nice people who are willing to explain a lot to a novice like me. I’m thinking about the auction this Saturday.”
“That’s how Valerie got her real start. You’ll have a good time, and it’ll be safe as long as you don’t leave the club.”
“She did? That’s so cool. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you Valerie for giving me the courage to let my desires out.”
The bound woman, mouth plugged with a gag, grunted something that sounded an awful like, “You’re welcome.”
Joyce looked at Valerie closer. Joyce hadn’t noticed the struggle going on in Valerie’s body. “You know, you look like you need to cum. Is she going to be able to cum soon?”
“Yes, I think it’ll be very soon,” the man said. “In fact, I think you could help her, if you wanted to.”
“Me? How could I help?”
“If you’re willing and are dressed appropriately, you can finger her to her orgasm.”
“Oh my God! Me? Finger her? Get her off? Oh my God! Oh my God!”
Nadine, responding to Joyce’s excitement, moved closer. “Joyce, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nadine, he says I can give her an orgasm, if I dress appropriately?”
Suspicion tinged Nadine’s voice. “Dress appropriately? Just what is that?”
“Well, it’s National Nude Day, so she should be nude,” he answered, nonchalantly.
“You want my friend to strip, in public, and finger a strange woman to climax, in front of all these people? What are you, some sort of pervert?”
“Well, I have it on good authority, that, yes, I am a pervert.”
“So you think this is funny?”
“Yes, your whole reaction is funny. I’m not ordering your friend to do anything. I’m offering her an opportunity. If she doesn’t want to, I’m sure one of these gentlemen would be willing.”
There were several confirmations from the distance. They were drowned out by Joyce.
“I’ll do it.”
“Joyce! No! You can’t.”
“Nadine. I’m going to be stripped bare, sold to a bidder and used who knows how in two days. The person who wins me won’t even ask what I want, will they Sir?”
“No, probably not.”
“If I’m going to be doing things I may not like in two days, why shouldn’t I do something I want and like tonight. I’m doing it.”
*****
Joyce found herself becoming even more excited as she remembered stripping herself and fingering the famous submissive. Valerie’s Master, she never got his name, had told Joyce that tonight would be even better if Joyce herself didn’t cum at the same time. Knowing he’d been right, Joyce had let her own needs go unfulfilled since that night and was, consequently, extremely horny.
The roar of the crowd and the strong voice of the auctioneer were a constant backdrop to the sensations Joyce was experiencing. There were even a couple of times when the crack of the auctioneer’s bull whip sounded, causing Joyce to jerk in fear. Her mind was brought back to the form and what she had marked. In her mind’s eye, Joyce could see the boxes checked that told potential bidders that she wanted to be forced into face fucking, anal sex, vaginal sex cream pies, masturbation and rim jobs. What scared her more were her marks saying she welcomed spankings with both hands and paddles, a type of multi-strand whip called a cat of nine tails. Betty had assured her that those implements would not leave permanent marks and would hurt less than something called a single tail.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the cage door being opened. Hands were undoing the bindings holding her spread.
“Joyce, are you ready?” Betty asked.
Joyce gulped. “Yes, I think so. I’m a little scared. Will she remember what we talked about?”
As Betty assured Joyce that Angela wouldn’t forget, Joyce’s mind thought back to over an hour ago.
*****
“Are you ready?” Betty asked.
“Yes, I think so. How is this whole presentation thing done?”
“That’s kind of up to you.” Betty started leading Joyce towards the cages lined up near the stage. “You can be bound as firmly or loosely as you wish. You don’t even have to be blindfolded or gagged if you’re uncomfortable with that sort of thing.”
“What would you suggest? I really don’t know what to expect.”
They had arrived at cage 21, 4 cages from the end. There were only 25 cages, the limit on how many slaves could be auctioned, though the limit was really a time constraint. The lack of cages was an engineered excuse.
“Take a blindfold. It’s unnerving for most to see themselves being looked over like a hunk of meat. You’ll still hear the comments at times, depending on how loud they are. As for bindings, a moderately tight standing spread eagle is good. It gives you that feeling of helplessness without undue strain or pain.”
“That sounds good. Will you tie me up?”
“I can do that. One thing though, it’ll be a more submissive experience if you’re naked.”
Joyce paled at the suggestion. “Naked?”
“You don’t have to, but you’ll be naked at some time tonight. It’ll bring more money for the charity if you’re naked when you’re on stage.”
“Okay, I guess.” Joyce looked around, seeing several people watching her. Looking down, she stripped her clothes off, handing them to Betty who folded them. Once Joyce was bare, Betty took lengths of rope and started the binding process. Joyce found that the position was, in fact, reasonably comfortable, at least physically. Psychologically, however, it was a different story. Joyce was very much aware of her exposed state; that everyone could see her most intimate parts and she could do nothing to hide.
“You must be Joyce. I’m Angela.”
“Hi. Are you selling me tonight?”
“Ha! That’s one way to put it. Yes, I’m the auctioneer. Now, I know you’re probably nervous as hell and not a little scared. You will be safe, I promise. Have you given any thought to how you want to be presented?”
“Not really.”
“What do you want from this. Your form has quite a few force me items.”
“My fantasies are along the lines of being forced to be obedient.”
“I see. A fairly common fantasy, actually. How does this sound? You’ll come onto the stage frightened, not sure of what’s going to happen. I’ll run you through some displays to the crowd, forcing you into some embarrassing positions. Maybe even slap your ass to convince you to cooperate with me. Then, I’ll clip your wrists to an overhead bar and leave you there while they bid.”
“Oh my God!”
Joyce’s cunt had literally spasmed in delight at the scene Angela described. Angela looked down and saw the quivering and the liberal amounts of moisture Joyce was producing. She smiled, knowing that this slave would go for a tidy sum and possibly even climax on stage.
“I take it you’re good with that?”
“Oh yes, I can’t believe how hot that sounds.”
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“Be sure to enjoy yourself. That’s the point of all this,” her arm waving in a big circle, “to have some fun.”
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A man wearing only a leather g-string, led Joyce up to the stage. Unable to see, Joyce started trembling, but she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or excitement. The man handed the end of the leash to Angela. The auctioneer had flipped her head mike up.
“Joyce, are you ready to be sold?”
“Yes, no, I’m frightened, excited, something.”
“Do you want to go on?”
“Yes, do it before I freak.”
Angela flipped her mike down and hauled on the leash, causing Joyce to stumble into the spotlight. Angela’s voice rang out as she started her spiel.
“Ladies and gentlemen, lot number 21 is a special treat. Newly captured, this lovely has never been under command of a Master of Mistress. Our lucky winner, whoever he or she is, will have the unique opportunity to begin the training of a new slave from the ground up. This slave is a particularly enticing morsel.”
Angela dragged Joyce to the edge of the stage.
“Look at this body, it’s trembling with need, the need to be taken and used by a strong man or woman. Notice her breasts, how the nipples are standing at attention, begging for teeth to tease them with pain and pleasure.”
Angela pulled back on the leash, thrusting Joyce’s breasts out. The spotlight focused on her tits, a sheen of sweat glistening in the bright light. Joyce’s hands came up, instinctively trying to cover her. Angela’s hand slapped her ass twice.
“Hands down you worthless slut! Your future owner wants to see his merchandise.”
Joyce gasped and let out a sob. She was dragged around the stage, everyone in the front row able to see her clearly. She felt fear, fear of Angela, who was acting so much crueler than she had earlier. She would realize only later, that along side that fear was arousal, a burning, deep arousal that demanded to be sated.
“Who would like to start the bidding on this blank slate of a slave!”
“I’ll bid $50!”
“Make that $100.”
“$150!”
“Come on people, is that the best you can do? Look as this wanton slut, look at this cunt, practically dripping with desire.”
Angela kicked Joyce’s feet apart, opening her pussy to the illumination of the spotlight. Her natural juices reflected the light, revealing her need to the audience. Angela slapped a mike on Joyce, broadcasting her moans over the sound system. Again, Joyce was dragged around the stage, her legs repeatedly kicked apart so that her cunt was visible. The bidding started again.
“$300!”
“$500!”
“$600!”
Then a deep voice that penetrated Joyce’s mind, a familiar voice, called out, “I’ll pay $1500 for that slave.”
The bidding seemed to stop, faces turning to see who had jumped the bid by such a large amount. Angela seized control.
“We have a bid of $1500 by Master Charles. Come now people, Charles has an entire stable of slaves. Surely one of you is more deserving of a fresh slave.”
Charles smiled at Angela, nodding at her attempt to push the biding up. Another voice called out, “$2000.”
Charles answered with, “$3000.”
A hush fell over the room. The regulars knew that once Charles Vanquil started to bid in the auction, he won his slave. Sensing that the bidding was essentially over, Angela wrapped it up.
“Do we have any more bids? Going once, going twice, sold to Master Charles for $3000. Come on up sir and claim your new slave.”
Charles walked up to the stage and took possession of the leash. Angela deftly recovered the mike from Joyce. Charles took Joyce’s chin in one hand.
“Joyce, come with me.”
“Ah…am I…are you…”
“You’re safe. This is your fantasy. Come, slave.”
Joyce nodded her head and allowed Charles to lead her off the stage. Still unable to see, she could not stop shivering as the sounds and smells of passion assaulted her senses. The closing of the door to the private room was loud, as was the sudden absence of sounds. Hands removed the blindfold and she blinked her eyes at the two people standing before her. The man she recognized.
“It is you, from the road.”
“Yes, I enjoyed your use of Valerie. Are you ready?”
“I don’t know. Is it normal to be frightened?”
The black woman spoke up. “Joyce, I’m Marcia. Yes, it’s normal to feel some fear. I can also tell that you’re very turned on, possibly because you’re afraid.”
“What’s going to happen?”
“Everything you asked for. We’re going to force you to perform sexually, tie you up and punish you when and if you refuse to do what we demand.”
“Oh God, I don’t know. It sounds so scary, but my crotch, it’s quivering in anticipation.”
Marcia stepped forward, brushing a hand against Joyce’s cheek. “That’s normal. This is what you’ve dreamed of, isn’t it?” Joyce nodded. “Then let it happen. If the reality doesn’t match the fantasy, you can stop it.”
“I can?”
“Of course, we don’t want to rape you, not for real. We want to help you enjoy tonight. We have something called a safe word. Say, ‘red,’ to stop what’s happening right away. If you just need to slow down, say, ‘yellow’.”
“That helps. How does this work, then?”
“Are you ready?” Charles asked.
Joyce nodded.
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Marcia grabbed Joyce’s hands and pulled them behind her back. Leather seemed to wrap itself around her wrists. Before she could react, Joyce’s wrists were trapped behind her back. Her breath caught in her throat.
“On your knees, slut!” Charles ordered.
Joyce felt her heart race. Amazingly, her fear started to fade a little. She shook her head, trying to back away, hoping that she wouldn’t be allowed to escape. Marcia grabbed her bound arms and started to force her down. Joyce struggled, twisting and refusing to go down. A hand slapped her ass and Joyce moaned. The slap came again, making her knees weak. The pressure on her arms brought her to her knees. Staring at her face was a cock, large and erect, precum forming on the tip.
“Suck my cock, you little slut.”
Joyce clamped her lips shut, shaking her head. The tip rubbed against her lips, smearing clear slick fluid on them. Joyce moaned, hoping that he would push, force himself into her. In her fantasies she would be forced, her mouth pried open and a cock shoved in. Instead, she was spanked again, sending a shock through her body. Unbelievably, Joyce moaned at the slap, the feeling going straight to her pussy, making it tingle. Again she was slapped. Her ass thrust back, as if to ask for more.
Marcia smiled at Charles, recognizing the submissiveness in Joyce crawling to the surface. She kept the spanking up, knowing what the end result would be. Joyce had her eyes closed, soaking up the power that was being forced upon her. In her dreams, it was never like this, so strong, so overwhelming, so right. Ten slaps later, unable to control herself, Joyce opened her mouth with a loud, deep groan. Charles’ cock pushed in, filling her mouth.
Joyce’s eyes flew open and her head tried to pull back from the sudden intrusion. Marcia’s hand was holding her in place. When Joyce started to make noises of protest, Marcia leaned up to her ear.
“Are you red or yellow?”
Joyce froze at the question, recalling the words to make things stop. She gave a little shake of her head. Charles, who had stilled himself in her mouth while Marcia had asked the question, started his thrusting motions again. As his cock plunged deep into her mouth, the tip actually touching the back of her throat, Joyce started struggling again, her hands pulling at the cuffs immobilizing them. She pressed her head back against Marcia’s hand, forcing the woman to press harder to keep her in place.
Saliva was pulled out with each backstroke, to drip down Joyce’s chin and chest. She was unaware that she had moved her legs farther apart, as if to invite attention to her cunt. Taking Joyce up on the subconscious enticement, Marcia brought her other hand up between Joyce’s legs from behind and caressed Joyce’s pussy.
As the pleasurable counterpoint to the playful brutality of the face fuck made itself felt, Joyce stopped resisting and moaned with desire. She tried to lower herself, to impale upon the fingers caressing her sex, but the hand behind her head grabbed her neck and held her up. Joyce was soon teetering on the verge of an orgasm, only to have that ultimate pleasure denied as Marcia’s hand pulled away.
Joyce moaned and writhed in an attempt to coax Marcia to give her more. Then, Charles thrust in and held himself still. Marcia pushed hard, forcing her Master’s cock into Joyce’s throat. The gag reflex caused Joyce to swallow against the tip and Charles unloaded his cum directly into Joyce’s throat. Joyce felt the slimy fluid dripping down the back of her throat, unable to swallow completely due to the cock blocking her throat.
As he began to soften, Charles pulled partway out. Marcia whispered to the desperately swallowing slave, “Clean his cock. Suck everything off it.” Unable to do anything else, Joyce swirled her tongue around the cock, tasting his cum as the last drops were coaxed out of the tip.
“How are you feeling?” Charles asked after he finished withdrawing.
“Can I cum, please. I really need to cum.”
“Not right now. We wish more from you.”
With that, Charles pulled Joyce to her feet and guided her to a leather covered, padded bar that was at waist height. It was resting on steel supports five feet apart. Ropes forced Joyce’s feet apart and were secured to the uprights. Joyce was facing the wall, about four feet in front of her. Her hands were unclipped and pulled towards the wall, forcing her to bend over the bar. More rope ran from her arms to the wall, binding her in place.
While Charles had been binding Joyce, Marcia had fastened a strap-on dildo to her waist. As the last knot was tied, Marcia walked around so that Joyce could see what was coming. Joyce’s eyes widened at the sight of the massive twelve inch long prick. Slowly, her head began to shake.
“Slave, beg Marcia to fuck your ass.”
“No, I can’t take that, it’s too big.”
“Slave, beg for it or you’ll be whipped.”
Joyce gasped, seeing the cat that Charles had been holding behind his back. She gulped, remembering her fantasies, dreams of being sodomized by impossibly large cocks that provoked a mixture of arousal and agony. In other dreams she was whipped until she exploded in mind blowing climaxes from just the pain. Knowing she had to experience a taste, even if only this once, Joyce shook her head.
“No, I won’t. I refuse to beg for it,” she whispered while nodding her head
Charles asked, “Are you red or yellow?”
Joyce shook her head, gasping out a, “Please?” that was as much a question as a plea.
She saw the movement out of the corner of her eye and then pain made itself known on her ass. While the blow wasn’t overwhelming, Joyce cried out softly, mouthing an unspoken, “More,” as she pulled against her bonds. Marcia, watching her for signs of distress, smiled at the silent plea.
The blows from the cat continued to fall, bringing Joyce to tears from the slowly growing pain. Both her tormentors saw that Joyce was beginning to raise her ass to meet the strokes of the cat. All Joyce was aware of was the constant burning pain in her ass and her shock at not wanting to stop it. She began to cry with deeper sobs, mourning a loss of innocence and embracing a fulfillment she had not suspected was possible.
Suddenly, Joyce wanted to give these two people, this man and woman, everything she could.
“Fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck my ass, please? I need you to fuck my ass.”
Joyce felt a cool sensation probe at her ass. Marcia’s finger coated the entrance to Joyce’s rear passage with lubricant. Once the preparation was done, hard plastic pressed against Joyce’s ass, causing the bound woman to moan and gasp.
“Please, I…”
Joyce pulled against her bindings, unable to finish her plea, not even sure what she wanted. Charles and Marcia recognized the need that could not be expressed and took Joyce further. As Marcia began to slowly press her fake cock past Joyce’s outer entrance, Charles reached down from in front and lightly stroked Joyce’s more than ready pussy.
Joyce’s body tried to clench against the anal intrusion and relax at the caresses on her cunt at the same time. The result was an incoherent woman pulling against ropes that she hoped and prayed would hold fast. The massive, from Joyce’s experience, dildo painfully stretched Joyce’s virgin ass. The pain was not, however, as bad as Joyce’s fantasies expected. Marcia, well versed in sodomizing submissives, used a familiar slow rocking motion to gently force her way in. Charles’ ministrations offset most of the discomfort in a wonderful counterpoint of pleasure and pain.
Joyce felt her body give up its resistance to the dildo and Marcia’s cock slid the rest of the way in with one smooth motion. Time seemed to stop, as Joyce felt nothing but the fullness of twelve inches of intruder where no such intruder was intended to be.
“Oh God! It’s so big, I’m so full. Please, I need…”
“What Joyce, what do you need?”
“I don’t know, I just need, please, do something.”
Marcia started to thrust in and out, fucking Joyce’s ass with slow, yet powerful motions. Each back stroke brought a whimper from the victim. Each thrust into her depths brought a groan. The unnatural intrusion felt so right and Joyce found herself regretting the refusals she had given her former boyfriend to his requests for anal sex. Soon, she was pulling against the ropes and thrusting her ass back against the in strokes as much as she could.
Arousal spread through Joyce’s body, but unlike being fucked in her cunt, this arousal seemed more diffuse. The tingles that normally centered in her pussy and clit from being fucked, spread out. There was no need to caress or suck on her breasts. The pressure caused by her tight opening seemed to pulse through her, rebounding off every erogenous zone in her body. Phantom fingers lightly played with her nipples. Imaginary fingers stroked her face. None of these secondary feelings were enough to send her over the top. It was like she was being driven on without the chance to climax.
Marcia, her own clit constantly stimulated by the base of the harness, was nearing her orgasm. Being a submissive of Charles herself, she pleaded, “Master, may I cum? Please let me cum, Master.”
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“Not yet Marcia. I want it myself.”
Marcia groaned in sensual agony and fought her body’s need for release. It wasn’t long before both women were hovering at the plateau, needing their release, yet not receiving it, one from inability, one from being forbidden.
“Master, please, I can’t hold out much longer, may I cum?”
“No, stop, Marcia.”
Marcia froze, the cock imbedded in Joyce’s ass. Slowly, as she held still, Marcia’s arousal, the burning need to let go in orgasm, faded. She gasped with an ache in her pussy as the object of her desire retreated from her. Joyce panted with her, the pressure of being so filled reinforcing the need she felt. The aroma of sex filled the air and both women’s cunts dripped juice.
Charles undid the straps on the harness and allowed Marcia to back away, her hands clasped behind her to resist the temptation to stroke her own cunt. Once Marcia was clear, Charles pulled the dildo out of Joyce’s ass. Joyce groaned at the loss of sensation.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m empty. Please don’t stop, I want so much more. Tell me what to do, make me obey you.”
“I have every intention of doing so.”
Charles started releasing Joyce from the position she was in. For the first time, she took a look at the room she was being used in. In addition to the moveable bar she had been tied over, there were several rings set into one wall at varying heights. Several strong chains descended from the ceiling in one corner and there was a table, wooden and covered in what looked like leather. The table had several hooks that looked very much like tie down points found on pickup trucks. It also looked like the table could be raised and lowered to some extent. Joyce was led to the side of the table. Her legs were tied to the legs of the table and one hand lashed to one of the tie downs.
Once Charles had her secured, he instructed Marcia to climb on the table. Joyce didn’t understand just what he intended, as there was very little Joyce and Marcia could do to one another. Marcia was tied down with her hands to the sides, bound, her legs splayed and lashed flat, and her pussy at the edge, open to anyone standing at the end of the table. Joyce was standing to her side, able to view the entire ebony body but unable to touch it with more than a single hand, and that with limited range.
Charles started to explain. “Joyce, I’m going to fuck Marcia and you’re to watch. You’re also going to masturbate yourself without stopping. However, you’re not to have an orgasm. If you do, you’ll be punished.”
“I don’t know if I can. I’ve never played with myself in front of others.”
Charles’ hand slapped her ass, eliciting a yelp. “You’ll do as I say, slave, or there’ll be much more of that.”
“Please, it’s so embarrassing.”
Charles’ hand slapped her again. Joyce’s yelp had the undercurrent of a moan as well. Her pussy flared with arousal as the spanking continued. She bit her lip, trying to hide the pleasure she was feeling at being spanked. Both Charles and Marcia smiled at the attempt as Joyce’s entire body flushed, not just the cheeks of her ass. A couple of minutes later, Joyce gasped and started to stroke her pussy.
“That’s better. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Don’t stop until I cum in Marcia’s cunt and don’t cum yourself.”
Charles stepped up to the end of the table and pressed his cock into Marcia’s well lubricated pussy. He used long slow strokes that afforded Joyce a clear view of his cock sliding through the folds of Marcia’s pussy. Joyce had never seen intercourse up close and personal, at least not in person. The sight drove her arousal even higher and she knew there was no way she could keep fucking her cunt and still not cum.
Charles knew that Joyce would cum eventually and was fucking Marcia slowly to give Joyce time to fail. Her reaction to the last spanking confirmed his assessment of Joyce; she was craving punishment. He didn’t think she was someone who wanted intense pain, but she did seem to find low to moderate levels of pain, especially under bondage, sensual and arousing.
Marcia and Joyce were both moaning loudly. While Joyce’s fate was in her own hands (literally), Marcia was dependant on Charles for her climax. She begged, “Master, please touch my clit, let me cum.”
“No, Marcia, you’re not to cum while I’m fucking you.”
“Yes, Master.”
Joyce was panting deeply, her fingers penetrating herself to a depth that seemed to match the depth of her breaths. She was trembling and her knees were trying to buckle at the intensity of sensations she was inflicting on herself. She could hold herself off no more and screamed as she dropped to her knees, bound arm pulled tight, and quivered in an orgasm. It never occurred to her to stop fucking herself and she could feel the muscles in her cunt squeezing against her hand.
With Joyce having climaxed, Charles picked up the pace and soon was shooting his cum into Marcia’s pussy. Marcia strained against the orgasm that was knocking at her door, almost losing it when Charles pulled out enough to leave some of his seed covering the outside of her pussy. Like all Charles’ submissives, she was clean shaven between her legs and the white cum stood out against her black skin.
“Slave, stop what you’re doing.” When Joyce pulled her hand out of her cunt, he continued. “Give your hand to Marcia to clean. Let her lick all of your cum from your hand.”
The look and sensation of Marcia’s mouth and tongue licking at her hand with delicacy and sensuousness kept Joyce from losing too much of her sensuous high. When Marcia had finished, Charles released Joyce from where she’d been bound, only to rebind her at the end of the table. This time, Joyce’s hands were lashed to the side of the table and her legs were attached to a spreader bar.
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