“STOP!” I heard Gus shout. All activity ceased. I had a feeling of disappointment as all hands where removed from my naked, bitten and scratched body. Gus raised my legs over his shoulders and placed the head of his cock against my pussy lips. He moved it ever so slowly, it glided across my clit and lovely sensations spread through my body. “You like that you horny Bitch?” he asked.
“Ooohh yes.” I replied dreamily. “Yes, don’t stop. It’s lovely.”
“Do you want it inside your cunt? “Yes. Oh Yes please.”
“Then ask me to fuck your useless cunt.”
“Noooo.”
“SAY IT!”
“NO!” I screamed back at him. I then felt my ankles being grabbed by 2 of the other guys and as they stood up, I was raised up and my legs where pulled apart. A searing pain shot through my pussy as Gus brought his belt down, hard against my most delicate parts.
“AAAAaaaaaggghhhh!!!!!” I screamed with pain and pleasure. The sudden pain in my pussy had caused me to climax. I don’t know if you have ever experienced a ‘come’ brought on by pain but let me tell you, it is like nothing else you could ever hope to experience.
A second smack and “YES!! Yes FUCK my CUNT. FUCK IT! SHAG IT! Do anything you want. MORE! MORE! PLEASE FUCK ME! GIVE ME YOUR DICKS, I WANT ALL YOUR COCKS. FILL ME WITH SPUNK!” I shouted all this and more. I wanted to be used, I wanted them to use me as a vessel to pour their lovely spunk into. I was the sluttiest whore who ever wanted cock. I wanted cock and cock and even more cock. Gus was on top of me, thrusting his dick into me. I was kissing him and sucking his tongue. His bad breath and rotten teeth just turned me on even more.
My head was pulled to one side and a smelly dick forced into my mouth. I sucked lovingly on it. Cleaning it and savouring it. I worked my hand behind him and pulled him into me. I wanted him to fuck my throat, to force his big smelly dick right down my throat. I felt his dick in my throat and as I was gasping for breath, trying to breath around the huge knob that was threatening to choke me, my head was pulled to the other side. “Suck me, Baby.” said this repulsive pensioner. He must have been well into his 60’s or even 70’s. His cock was big but as it touched my lips, it must have been too much of a turn on for the old guy. He came all over my face, some went into my mouth. I swallowed it down, loving it.
Just then Gus came with great thrusts. He rammed his dick into me, squirting his spunk into my pussy. He had hardly finished, when he was pulled off me and another guy took his place. Just what I wanted, another cock. It slurped in and out of my spunk filled pussy.
“Say Fuck me!” my new assailant demanded.
“Yes Fuck me. Fuck me with your big dick. Shag me. Make me come.” My words were muffled by the other guy forcing his cock into my mouth again. The 2 of them fucked in unison. One in my mouth and the other in my pussy. In out. In out went the 2 cocks. The one in my mouth came first. Coughing, spluttering as I almost drowned in spunk. I loved the taste and the amount; he mustn’t have come for a week. There seemed to be gallons of it. He pulled the big cock from my mouth and dragged it across my face, leaving streaks of spunk all over me.
Just then the guy fucking me came. He almost squashed me as he wrapped his arms around me and holding me in a very tight bear hug, he filled my pussy with even more spunk.
They all went off and left me lying alone on the mattress. I put on my shoes and Mac and went home. When I arrived and told Ron what had happened, he was immediately turned on and he fucked me on the floor behind the front door.
When he had recovered, he asked me about the magazines that I was supposed to have gone to collect. I had completely forgotten about them.
“Oh well.” said Ron. “You will just have to go back there again tomorrow.”
The End
An Aging Hand
Nathan felt the cold from the ceramic tile on his feet as he stood naked patiently waiting while holding his cock. After a few moments he felt some relief as a slow stream flowed splashing the warm yellow liquid onto Gretchen’s breasts as she kneeled before him. He watched as the urine flowed down the slightly sagging breasts, over her stomach, through the curly dark patch of pubic hair and trickled onto the tile. Suddenly the stream sputtered to a stop and he moved around behind her. Again Nathan waited until the warm stream began again, this time splashing on Gretchen’s back and running down over the bright red hand prints he had left on her ass.
The woman trembled as she watched her master hold his cock, guiding the flow of his piss over her body. It always pleased Nathan to see how much this pleased her, though he recalled, in his younger days, he never could manage to urinate on her before he came. Just the sight of her submitting to him like that instantly made him hard, too hard to even think of peeing until several minutes after he came.
Nathan was in his mid-forties back then and Gretchen, who had just turned twenty, just came to work for him and his wife, Meredith, as a housekeeper. For the first several months of Gretchen’s employment there, she worked solely as a housekeeper, coming to work each morning at eight and heading home by five. Things remained that way until one day Gretchen heard some strange sounds from one of the rooms and peeked in to investigate.
Without being seen, she watched at Nathan spanked his wife, leaving some large, red welts on her ass and thighs. What was shocking to Gretchen was that Meredith not only didn’t seem to mind getting the spanking, she actually seemed to enjoy it. When the spanking was over, Gretchen watched as Meredith greedily took Nathan’s cock into her mouth as she ran her fingers over her clit. As her two employers reached climax, Gretchen quietly slipped away.
Several days later Gretchen confessed to Meredith what she had witnessed, explaining that what she had seen had shocked her, but at the same time she couldn’t get the image of Nathan’s hand slapping Meredith’s ass out of her head. Gretchen admitted that within an hour of seeing Nathan and Meredith, she locked herself in a bathroom and slipped one hand in her panties while she slapped her own ass with the other.
By the end of the day Nathan and Meredith invited Gretchen into their home where she could live as a housekeeper in most of the house while in the bedroom Nathan would be her master as she joined Meredith as slave. In the years that followed, the Gretchen and Meredith served Nathan, submitting to his every desire. When Meredith died, Gretchen remained in the house with Nathan as a live in housekeeper and in the bedroom as his slave.
Looking down at Gretchen now, Nathan smiled remembering how beautiful and tight her youthful body was. It was so incredible to enjoy both women, the lithe and inexperienced one next to the calm, experienced, yet still beautiful one. Of course now, twenty some odd years later, Gretchen was still very attractive, and though her breast were beginning to sag and Nathan could see the fine lines developing at her eyes and mouth, there was nothing more enjoyable to him than seeing her kneel before him.
Standing back from the showerhead, Nathan flexed his sore hand before turning on the water and waiting until it was steaming hot. As much as he loved using his hand to discipline Gretchen, it had become difficult for him. He could always use a riding crop or cat on her, but they both so loved the feel and sound of skin on skin. The sight of the red, hand shaped welts on her thighs and buttocks excited them both.
Feeling his hand tremble a bit, he eased into the warm stream of water and nodded to his slave who stood up, grabbed the soap and began washing Nathan’s body. The hot water soothed his aching arm as he said, “I told you that spanking was going to hurt me more than it did you.”
“Here, let me massage it,” she replied, lathering up her hands and working her fingers over his muscles. She continued for several minutes until Nathan gently pulled his arm away.
Moving his feet apart he signaled to her he was ready. Gretchen kneeled again, lathered up her hands and began running them over his balls and cock. Beginning gently, she slowly quickened up her pace as Nathan’s cock slowly hardened. When he was fairly hard, he turned and let his slave rinse off his cock and balls. She then moved her head forward, opened her mouth and began sucking on his balls while sliding her hand up and down on his cock.
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After a few moments she pulled her mouth off his balls and breathlessly asked, “May I touch myself?”
“No, I want you to wait.”
Gretchen moved her mouth up to his cock, sliding her lips over it and sucking the head while she pumped the shaft vigorously. Taking the hand she wanted to touch her pussy with, she reached up and began to caress Nathan’s balls. She could feel her master begin to tremble so she quickened the pace of her sucking and pumping.
Feeling the pleasure building inside himself, Nathan began to move his hips back and forth, trying to push his cock deeper into her mouth. As he felt himself getting closer and closer to coming he moaned, “Now, touch your pussy, touch it for me.”
Gretchen released Nathan’s balls and pushed her hand down between her legs, sliding her fingers over her clit. The sensation between her legs seemed to inspire her as she sucked even harder. She could feel him trying to push deeper into her mouth, but she was able to control him with the hand stroking his cock so she didn’t choke.
Nathan felt the sensations shoot through his cock and he arched his back and came just as Gretchen pulled her head away. She firmly held his cock, stroking it as it spurted over her face and breasts. Running a hand through the brownish white fluid, she spread it over her breasts before moving and letting the stream from the showerhead wash her off. She then carefully squeezed his cock milking every drop from him. Even though she had not come, she was happy to have satisfied her master. Standing up, she reached over, turned off the water and then grabbed a towel, drying him off.
Nathan trembled a bit as he walked back into his bedroom and climbed onto the bed, where he leaned back against some pillows. He looked over to Gretchen, who knew better than to dry herself off. “Now, make yourself come for me.”
He then watched as his slave, still dripping wet from the shower reached her right hand down between her legs and her left hand up to the nipple on her right breast. As she toyed with her nipple, she slipped two fingers into her pussy and then moved them up to her clit. Her fingers then moved up and down on the clit as she pinched and tugged at her nipples.
“Come over here,” Nathan said.
The woman moved to the side of the bed where Nathan reached up with his left hand and grabbed a nipple, pinching it hard between his thumb and index finger, smiling as she moaned. He reached up both hands but pulled his right hand back in pain while continuing to pinch her nipple as she continued toying with her clit. In a few moments she began moving her hips back and forth as she fucked her fingers. Nathan took firm hold of Gretchen’s nipples and pulled them, stretching them out nearly an inch or so.
“Yes, yes,” Gretchen moaned, “I’m coming.”
Nathan reached down and quickly slipped two fingers into her wet pussy feeling it pulsing around him. He pulled her down to him with his other hand and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it for a moment and then biting it. He felt the woman jerk at bit at the pain and then she seemed to sigh as he released her. Sliding his fingers out of her pussy he held them to her mouth and watched her lick them clean.
Gretchen returned to the bathroom and began drying herself off. When she returned to the bedroom still drying herself, she noticed Nathan had fallen asleep. Leaning over Nathan, she dabbed up a few milky droplets of cum that had run onto his thigh, noticing the slightly brown tint in the semen. Making a note to make an appointment with Nathan’s urologist, she quietly slipped through the door and walked down the hall to her bedroom. After getting dressed she would go back in and get him tucked in.
The End
Dinner and a Dungeon
Chapter 1
It was the end of another twelve hour day for what had been a six day stretch for Amber. She slumped onto the sofa and rested for a bit. Stress squeezed the muscles in her neck and head, putting her fingertips to her temples she squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed in a circular motion. Just then the door opened and closed; she didn’t look up.
“Tired Cutie?” his voice filled her ears, brisk and soothing. His hand stroked the top of her head.
“Just work stress, it’s better now that you’re
here.” Amber stood and rested her head against his chest. “Do you need anything Lovey?”
“Yes I need you to go shower and dress for me, I’m in the mood to show off my toy tonight.”
“Yes Lovey, what would you like to see me in?”
“I put it out for you this morning, it’s on the bed.”
Amber didn’t question him any further; she turned slowly and went obediently to the bedroom. She stripped out of her green hospital scrubs and put them into the hamper. She didn’t want to look yet at the bed to see what he wanted her to wear. She knew it would only serve to excite her and she had not been given permission to masturbate in the shower.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the water, adjusting it until it was warm and steamy. She stepped inside and slid the door shut. The opaque glass had been replaced by a one way panel. Patrick had done that when they moved in. Once the door was shut, she could not see out, but he could see in. It pleased him to watch her as she washed herself for him. It was not out of the ordinary for him to be standing on the other side of the door hard and waiting when she stepped out. He usually took her right there on the bathroom floor. She never once denied him, she was his and that was that.
Amber stood and let the warm water flow over her. She only used soaps in the scents he preferred, she lathered the bubbles onto her skin and rinsed well. Patrick didn’t like it if her skin had any residue from the soap, if she was a good toy he would taste her tonight. She didn’t want anything to displease him should he see fit to reward her with the pleasure of his tongue. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what things he may have in store for her tonight. Her body shivered in anticipation as images filled her mind. Her skin tingled as she thought of his flog stinging the backs of her thighs. Suddenly he was behind her, his hands clenched tightly around her wrists, his mouth next to her ear.
What are you thinking about toy?" he asked. She could never lie to him, so instead of speaking she lowered her head.
“Are you wet toy?” he asked bringing her hands together behind her back and holding them easily in one of his. “You better answer me.” He warned applying more pressure to her wrists.
“Yes” she whispered as his free hand traveled around her body and found the answer for himself. When his fingers slipped between the folds of her pussy, Amber did her best to control the shiver he caused, but he felt it. His fingers moved inside her, grazing the silver ring of her pierced clit hood.
“You’re dripping, and it’s not from the shower. Tsk Tsk…Bad girl… Feel what you did by being such a horny little toy.” Patrick took his hand from her pussy and pulled her against him. She felt his erection press roughly into the small of her back.
“Now you are going to kneel and suck me until I tell you to stop. Turn around.”
Amber turned and sank to her knees in front of him.
“Arms up, over your head.” he demanded.
She did as she was told reaching her arms into the air above her; he held them there in his fists.
Opening her mouth only a bit, Amber flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock. Her pussy tensed and she squeezed her thighs together instinctively. Patrick saw this and used his foot to force apart her knees.
“Uh ah, Toy no you don’t.”
Amber nodded and took him fully into his mouth. She sucked and licked him, worshiping his cock. Swirling her tongue over the tip then pushing her mouth down on him until he touched the back of her throat. Her tongue caressed his balls, licking the droplets of water from his skin. All the while her pussy clenched and dripped and her clit twitched with desire for what she was not allowed to have. Often she could come just from sucking him, with no actual touch at all. The thrill of his pleasure was enough to shake her body with waves of ecstasy. The shower was still on, the spray hit her back and rolled down making a trail that trickled into the crack of her ass, this intensified the sensation in her pussy. She was very close to coming and Patrick could sense the change in her breathing. With his free hand he reached down and pinched her nipple and pulled hard. Amber let out a startled cry.
“Don’t you dare come Toy.” He hissed. He had been conditioning her from the beginning to orgasm or not orgasm on his command. She took her mouth from him only long enough to speak her obedience aloud.
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“I won’t Lovey.”
“Good girl.”
Patrick began to thrust deeply into her mouth, while still holding her hands tightly above her head. When he started to come, he felt her gag slightly and try to move her head.
“I don’t think so… swallow… that’s it all of it.” He watched with satisfaction as she gulped his seed.
After the last spurts went down her throat, Amber sat back on her heels and lowered her head. Patrick reached down and lifted her chin. A tiny white trickle flowed from the corner of her mouth. Patrick wiped it with his finger.
“I said all of it.” He held his finger next to her lips. Amber sucked the tip of it clean.
“Very good girl, now dress while I shower. Don’t make me wait.”
“Yes Lovey.” Amber rose from her knees and exited the shower.
She wrapped a towel around herself and turned on the blow drier. Patrick’s head popped out from behind the shower door.
“No, I want it air dried.” He said
“Yes Lovey.” Amber replaced the hair drier on the shelf and went to dress.
In the bedroom, on the bed were the clothes he has chosen for her. There was a short black bustier, a tiny matching skirt, and a coat to go over it all. Patrick was very protective and he would not want anyone seeing her in the clothes he chose with out his permission. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a pair of black patent ballet heals. Amber put on the bustier; it was tight and cinched her waist in to a slim V shape. The skirt was short, only enough material to cover the very top of her ass. When she took it from the bed there was a pair of sheer black g-string panties beneath it. She pulled these on and tied the strings at each hip, then slid the skirt up and into place. It hung low on her hips, leaving a good four inches exposed between the waist band and the bottom of the bustier. The ballet heels were six inches high. She laced them in a crisscross pattern up her calves tying a simple bow at the back of each.
On the vanity her accessories for the night were spread out. She went over, sat in front of the mirror to began her makeup. Nothing extravagant, just powder, eyeliner, mascara and a little lip gloss. She picked up the silver U shaped ring lying on the vanity. This was for her septum piercing. Normally she wore a small ring that could easily be flipped up into her nostrils and out of site. She wasn’t ashamed of it, in fact quit the opposite, it was just that most people would be uncomfortable having a nurse with a ring hanging from her nose tending to them. She removed the smaller ring and held the large one between her fingers. As she secured it into place, she remembered when she first got the ring.
It had been only a few days after she accepted Patrick’s collar. In addition to him collaring her he wanted something else to symbolize she belonged only to him; something more intimate. He decided on a septum piercing, she had been thrilled to obey him. It was her most painful piercing so far, she remembered the pinch that made her eyes water, and the sting as the metal penetrated her flesh. She yelled when it went in and Patrick had whipped her ass red for it when they got home. He told her she was never to give her pain to anyone else and she loved him all the more for it.
Next she put on the black cuffs; one for each wrist, there was a small metal ring on each one. These rings would come in very handy later.
“You can’t forget this Cutie” Patrick said from behind her. He slid the leather collar around her neck and fastened it. Amber touched it lightly and gazed at herself in the mirror. She loved to see the collar on her neck. It made her feel special, wanted, privileged even. He had chosen her, to be his and only his. She wished she could wear it all the time but that was another thing that just wouldn’t be accepted in her profession. She had settled for wearing a silver chain anklet with a small lock on it for everyday, she only took this off when she wore her neck collar.
“Let me see you, stand up.”
Patrick took Amber’s hand and brought her to her feet. In the heels she was only an inch or less shorter than him. He looked her over from head to toe.
“Perfect…my perfect Toy.” he smile and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
Amber beamed, she was a junky for his approval, his praise her drug of choice
“One more thing, my little doll. You are going to wear this tonight.” Patrick held up a small tear drop shaped lock in front of her. Amber wasn’t sure what it was, but she didn’t question him. Patrick guided her to the bed.
“Sit, spread your legs.”
Amber did as he asked. Patrick knelt in front of her and ran his finger over the silk strip of g-string covering her pussy. There was a small slit in the fabric she had not noticed before. With a little effort Patrick managed to fit her clit ring through it. Amber was trying not to wiggle as he manipulated the delicate area. Patrick passed the hook of the lock through the ring and closed it. He took a matchbox sized object from his pocket and pressed the button on it. Vibrations shot up from the lock, to Amber’s clit causing her to fall back onto her elbows. Her head flew back and she arched her back.
“Fuuuuck Lovey….”
As quick as he had turned it on , Patrick turned it off.
“Maybe that’s too much to start…let’s try this.”
Patrick pressed the button again, but this time a slow steady vibration eased its way up the ring.
“MMmm” Amber groaned, sitting up straight again.
We’re going to have dinner at Rosa ’s. I’ll keep this, and adjust it according to your behavior. You will not make any signs that it is there."
He turned the vibe off and ordered her to stand. The lock was also weighted, causing a delightful sensation. Amber knew her clit would be throbbing by the end of the night, and she would be slowly sinking into the place only Patrick could take her. She loved it when he brought her into subspace little by little teasing and taunting her each step of he way.
Patrick took her coat from the bed and held it up for her to put on
“You’ll keep the coat on until I say to take it off.”
The coat fell just below mid thigh, it cinched tight at the waist, and the sleeves where long enough to cover the cuffs she wore. Her collar was still visible and Amber was thrilled that he was allowing her to publicly display her devotion to him, although few people knew the actual meaning of her most cherished possession. Most people probably thought she simply had eccentric taste in jewelry.
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“Yes Lovey, is there anything else?”
“That’s all for now. I have a car for us tonight. Let’s go.” Patrick offered her his arm, and she took it. Positioning herself at his side, but still slightly behind him.
The car was waiting in the drive when Patrick and Amber stepped outside. The driver came around and opened the back door for them. His eyes roved over Amber from her slightly tussled blond locks, down the slant of her nose, pausing at the ring, lower over the cinched coat to the top of her bare thighs, then to the high laced ballet heels.
Amber felt Patrick grip her arm tighter as he shot the driver a territorial glare. He was like an alpha wolf staring down a lesser male of his pack. The driver’s eyes immediately averted Patrick’s. Amber giggled to herself. If they had been wolves this driver would have been on his back, with his neck exposed in submission to her mate, her awesome, dominate, Master. Her heart fluttered and her pussy moistened at his effortless display of power.
" Rosa ’s restaurant, down town." Patrick said, his warning to the driver in his tone and not in his words.
“Yes Sir I know where it is.” The driver said quickly, keeping his eyes low.
Patrick motioned for Amber to get into the back seat, she gracefully maneuvered her body into the seat, Patrick settled in next to her and the driver closed the door behind them. As the car hummed into motion, Amber turned her gaze to Patrick. She stared in awe at him; she studied every curve of his face. He must have felt her looking at him, he turned and stared back. He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, when his fingers left her skin, a wave pulsed through her clit. As she had been instructed earlier Amber made no indication of the weighted lock’s vibrations through her pussy. She kept her eyes steady and her face like stone as Patrick increased the speed. Her wetness was starting to seep into the fabric of her panties, pretty soon they would be soaked through, still she sat still. She concentrated on her breathing, the lock felt as though it was heating up, Amber’s head was swimming and a sigh rose in her throat. She tried to swallow the sound but her body shook ever so lightly when she did.
“I felt that, Toy.” Patrick scolded abruptly halting all sensation to her teased and tingling clit. “And I’ll remind you of it later.”
Patrick’s hand moved to Amber’s thigh, and rested there briefly before traveling higher. His fingers were met by the slick wet satin between her thighs. Patrick smiled slightly, glanced at the driver, who was focusing intently on the road, and pressed hard against her sensitive clit.
“Come for me Toy, but no squirting. We wouldn’t want to make a mess on the nice leather seats.”
Instantly Amber’s knees squeezed together, her ankles splayed and her eyes rolled back. Her muscles contracted, and Patrick felt her pussy quiver. A small noise escaped her throat. Patrick watched the reaction her body had to his command. She writhed in her seat, her mouth a tight slit, her nostrils flared. She was starting to tremble. He kissed her forehead.
“Enough.” He said in a low voice.
Amber slumped against Patrick, her eyes dreamy and half closed, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
“Sit up, and fix your clothes, we’re here.”
“Yes Lovey, thank you.” Amber whispered, as she adjusted her coat and cuffs.
The car pulled to a stop in the parking lot of Rosa ’s and the driver opened the door. Patrick stepped out of the car and offered Amber’s his hand. She eased herself from the seat. Still shaken from the orgasm he had given her, she planted the spiked heels carefully onto the pavement and stood. Taking his arm they made their way into Rosa ’s. The ballet heels forced Amber’s steps to be short and slow. Patrick liked the look they gave to her stride and silhouette when she wore them. It had taken her a few weeks practice and some pretty nasty spills to be able to walk functionally in them, but it had been worth it to have his appreciation and approval, the first time she came into their room wearing them. He had held her legs high in the air by the heels while fucking her breathless and raw. She came eight times that night, and they had only played for an hour because Patrick had been exhausted from a long day at work.
“After you Cutie.” Patrick said opening the door for Amber to enter.
He placed his hand possessively on the small of her back as he guided her to the back of Rosa ’s. Amber could feel eyes on her and there were some hushed whispers as they crossed the restaurant. She pulled her hair back over her shoulders and held her head high, proudly displaying her collar and septum ring. This display of pride pleased Patrick, he liked that she was confident and sure of herself. It made her submission to him more meaningful. She surrendered her will to him by choice, and trusted her mind and body in his care.
They sat in the back corner; the table was dimly lit by a small electric candle. They could see the entire restaurant clearly, but most of the other patrons would have to turn in their seats to see them. When the waitress came around Patrick ordered for both of them. They conversed about the week’s events over the appetizer. Between courses Patrick sent Amber to the bathroom. She went with out question, even though she really didn’t need to use the restroom.
In the bathrooms powder area were two older, richly dressed women. They each followed Amber with their eyes as she passed them. When Amber came back to the powder area to wash her hands they were still there. She saw them raise eyebrows at each other in the mirror. Amber made sure he cuffs were seen by them as she dried her hands.
“Costume party, Dear?” One of them asked in nasally better than thou voice.
Amber finished drying her hands, and disposed of the napkin. She looked at each of them in the eyes, then answered.
“No, Dungeon party, Ladies. Would you like the address, from the looks of you two biddies, you both could use a good ass caning.”
The mouths of the two women gapped open. It was a full five seconds before one of them spoke.
“Well…I…never.”
“Oh I don’t doubt that.” Amber shot back, then left the bathroom.
When Amber got back to the table Patrick had adjusted the position on her chair closer to his. There was a look of mischief on his angular face. The main course was on the table waiting. Amber sat and reached for her silverware. Patrick’s hand moved over her’s, stopping her.
“No, a good Toy earns her dinner, hands at your side. Raise you ass.”
Amber dropped her hands and lifted her ass off of the chair. Patrick pulled the back of the coat up.
“Now sit.”
Amber sank back onto the chair. The cool leather now pressed against her ass cheeks.
“I want you to keep your ass planted right there Toy. Now open your napkin.”
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Amber reached for the folded linen square and opened it. Inside was a small bottle of lubricant. She took it from the table and looked at Patrick for further instructions. He picked up the napkin and laid it across his lap.
“Now… earn your supper Toy.” He demanded.
Amber placed a few drops of the lube in her hand, and then slipped it under the napkin. His cock was rock hard and waiting for her touch, as she encircled it with her fingers. She stroked him lightly at first, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Her worry was wiped away when she felt the lock buzz to life on her clit.
“Mm…” she sighed, increasing her speed on Patrick’s cock.
“No noise.” He ordered.
Amber nodded and continued stroking him. His cock was so solid, like steel, she lusted for it to fill her, to pound her to her core. Her pussy ached for him, the lock whirring her clit to madness. Her hand gripped him and slid down his shaft, back up, pausing to stimulate the head, then down again. The muscles in his thighs were beginning to tense. As he got closer to release he was increasing the speed of the vibrations.
“Use your other hand on yourself, Toy. Stick your fingers into your sopping greedy cunt.” He told her.
Amber gratefully moved aside her panties and started to finger fuck herself. She matched her strokes on Patrick’s cock with her rhythmic prodding of her hot little hole. The combination of the wonderfully hard cock in her hand, the vibrating lock on her clit and her finger banging against her g-spot was sending her flying. She felt Patrick’s cock jump and he brought his hand up to the back of her neck curling his fingers into her hair. He pulled hard, the quick tinge of pain was all Amber needed to fall over the edge of reason and rational thought. Patrick could see the tendons in her neck strain in effort to stay absolutely quiet.
“Not yet, hold it.” Patrick told her, easing down the vibrations. There was strain in his voice too. His eyes closed and a controlled almost in audible groan came from deep in his throat. Amber’s heart raced, and she struggled to control her orgasm until she was given permission. She felt a hot stream, then another hit the napkin and drip down onto her fingers.
“Now…come for me Toy.” Patrick clicked the vibrator’s button to high and Amber’s entire body shot up straighter. Her pussy, contracted around her fingers, she quickly pulled them out as consecutive spurts of slick liquid shot from her onto the chair. Patrick passed his hand between her legs and felt the puddle that was on the leather.
“Now you are going to have to sit there in the mess made and eat your dinner.” He wiped his finger on the napkin in his lap then gave it to Amber.
“You’ll use this.” He said handing her the come stained napkin.
“Thank you Lovey.” Amber said breathlessly, then placed he napkin on her lap
Chapter 2
Back in the car Patrick handed the driver a slip of paper with an address on it. The driver read it carefully, then tucked it into his pocket. Patrick sat back and pulled Amber to him. She rested her head on his shoulder.
“Are you enjoying the night so far?” he asked
“I always do Lovey. I can’t wait to see what comes next.”
“Not much longer now.” Patrick replied putting his arm around her. Amber rested her head on is shoulder while they drove.
After about 20 minutes the car pulled up to a gated home. The driver lowered his window and took the slip of paper from his pocket. He squinted at the writing, then pressed the code into the key pad. The gates swung open and the car proceeded forward. It pulled up to the front entrance and stopped. The driver got out and opened the door.
Amber looked up at the house, it was three stories, mottled brown brick, with dark green snaking vines along either side of the symmetrical, French style windows.
“Come on Cutie, it’s much better inside.” Patrick said tugging her hand.
The couple approached the grand double doors of the house and Patrick knocked. They only waited a few seconds, when the door swung open. A tall woman invited them in. She was dressed in crimson silk, that draped dramatically over her thin frame. She greeted Patrick amiably and ignored Amber. Amber knew instantly she was a Domme.
“Patrick, so nice to finally meet you.” she pecked him lightly on the cheek.
“Yes, Klinna, this is Amber.” Patrick said turning and gesturing to Amber, who was silently sizing up this “Klinna”.
Because she was respectful, Amber kept her eyes low and only nodded, not letting on that she was unimpressed with the woman she was just introduced to.
Amber wasn’t particularly interested in those people who were so easily sized up in the first few minutes of meeting them. Klinna was obviously not her real name, and the red simply gave it all always. Nityaklinna “always wet” the Hindu goddess who wore red and granted supernatural powers, the reminder of our power to create something never seen before. This woman clearly had fantasies of grandeur, which explained why she was a Domme…or at least thought herself one. Amber doubted it was natural as Patrick’s dominance was. In fact she’d bet money this woman only role played dominance games for self gratification because outside of scenes, no one would even notice her, much less do as she asked. She probably couldn’t keep a true sub happy very long. Amber was lost in her thoughts as “Klinna” looked her over. She never spoke to Amber directly, and Amber hadn’t expected her to. Instead she addressed any questions to Patrick as was etiquette at lifestyle functions.
When their conversation ceased, Patrick took Amber’s coat. As he slipped it from her shoulders he whispered into her ear.
“She’s not that bad, and the house has some really great things to play with.”
“Yes Lovey.”
A small man appeared behind them and offered to take Amber’s coat. He was shirtless and collared with a thick braided red leather strap around his neck. Obviously he belonged to “Klinna”. Amber remained unimpressed.
“Mistress would like very much for you to enjoy the offerings of her home.” he spoke with a thick foreign accent. Most likely Russian Amber thought.
Amber followed Patrick down the long hall to a room at the center of the house. Calling it a room was a bit of an understatement. It was more like a center court yard, only completely enclosed. There were several other couples and a few triads, in various stages of scenes. Amber stuck very close to Patrick.
They moved slowly through the room. Patrick moved from scene to scene, looking for something that caught his eye. He eventually stopped and began watching one particular couple intently. The man, was standing over a auburn haired, un collared woman. She was wearing a shiny patent leather body harness, that formed an X between her breasts with an O ring at the center. She kneeled, hands at her sides and head bowed as he wound thick black cotton rope around her.
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Patrick had a deep appreciation for the artistic beauty of intricate knot work. He was studying each coil of the rope as it twisted around the woman’s limbs. The Dom had started at her ankles, winding the rope up in patterns of figure eights, the pale flesh bubbled out between the coils, giving a rippled effect to her skin. As the rope reached her thighs it branched off, one end passing snugly up the crack of her ass, the other through her legs and between the lips of her pussy. The Dom then secured each end to the front and back center rings of her harness. He stepped back from his work and circled her.
Amber doubted she he was finished with her, as her arms were still free and her upper body was completely unrestrained.
The man went to a trunk and retrieved another length of black cotton rope and a collar that matched the patent leather of her harness. He circled her again, stopping directly in front of her. With his free hand he stroked the lines of her jaw bone, she kept her head bowed. Roughly he raised her face and dangled the collar in front of her. The woman’s eyes flashed a mixture of fear, lust and anticipation.
Amber hadn’t realized it before, but now she knew, they were spectators for her collaring.
The Dom’s hand moved to her throat, pushing her hair away and exposing her bare neck. The woman’s thighs trembled against her restraints. Her Dom taunted her with the collar, brushing it against her shoulders and breasts.
“Do you want this slave? Do you think you have earned the right to wear it?”
“Only if I have pleased you well.” she answered lowering her head again.
“Almost slave…almost, but not yet.” he said in a deep even voice. He held the collar open wide in front of her neck, but instead of placing it there his hand rose and he wrapped it around her head covering her eyes. The buckle did not quite reach, so he slid the rope through one of the large eyelets and then the buckle, pulling the rope so that it was equally halved , then knotted it tightly behind her head. He extended those two halves of rope behind her, down to her feet and tied one to each ankle. Her head was pulled backwards and her back arched at a slight angle. Her thighs continued to tremble and Amber noticed she was rubbing them together as much as the ropes would allow.
Amber knew that feeling and she thought of how she had done the same so many times under Patrick’s restraints. Her pussy clenched and she felt new wetness flow from her and mix with what was still on her panties from the restaurant. She steadied her self against Patrick, who in turn positioned her in front of him and pulled her hips against his against his crotch. Amber felt the bulge there against her ass and her clit throbbed. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other causing the weighted lock to swing as she moved.
“Later Toy.” Patrick said firmly, stilling her hips. “Patience, you’ll get your turn, just watch.” His fingers stroked lightly over the exposed skin between her skirt and bustier, then up to her neck where he laced his fingers into her hair and held her head so she could not look away from the scene before her.
The woman was now completely restrained. Her Dom had bound both of her wrists and raised them high above her head using a pulley that was hanging from the ceiling. Her Dom stepped back once again, admiring his slave, as she knelt stretched and blinded in her rope prison. From the chest where he had gotten the rope, he took out a short handled flog. He slapped the tails against his palm, and the woman moaned and pulled against her ropes. Her thighs were glistening now and the black cotton of the rope that was between her legs shown a visible sheen of her arousal.
“You are a horny little slave cunt aren’t you?” her Dom snarled.
“Yes…yes, I’m sorry to be such a greedy cum lover.” she responded as if she had been scripted. Amber guessed she had been, it wasn’t uncommon slave behavior. She knew the things Patrick liked to hear and she routinely said them for him, this was no different
“You are not sorry yet slave.” said the Dom as he swung the flog, striking a slanted blow across her breasts and lower rib cage. The skin quickly reddened. Patrick’s grip on Amber’s hair tightened as the redness turned to small welts. Amber knew he would be in full form for their play later, she could hardly contain her excitement.
The flogging continued until the woman’s upper torso was thoroughly red, front and back. she was shaking and moaning when her Dom went to his chest and returned with a gleaming glass butt plug. He ran it over her lips first. She opened her mouth and sucked it as if it were a cock. When her Dom was satisfied with this he removed it from her mouth and moved behind her. There was just enough slack in the rope that was between her ass cheeks to move it aside an inch or so. He slid the plug into her brutally as she gasped and cried out
Amber’s own ass cheeks tensed, and Patrick laughed wickedly, having felt them clench against him. Anal was something she had not been into much, and Patrick thoroughly enjoyed pushing that boundary. She knew she would be in for an intense night.
As the scene continued to play out Patrick’s hand in Amber’s hair became her only anchor to the moment. Her head was floating with anticipation of later. It took more effort every second not to sway or rub her thighs together.
“Watch.” Patrick ordered, snapping her back enough to see the final moments of the scene. Her Dom was kneeling beside her now, the flog in one hand the other hand prodding and fingering her dripping pussy. She was begging incoherently by a this point and he withdrew his fingers and had her lick them clean. She lapped and sucked them as if she hadn’t drank in weeks. She whined and pleaded when he took his fingers from her. Ignoring her wishes, the Dom brought his hands together on either end of the flog and pulled. Amber saw a flash of light and silver, as the handle slid away from the tassels to reveal a thin sharp looking blade. He drug the pointed tip over her skin, not cutting but no doubt giving sensations that were electric.
As he got down to her ankles he cut the first figure eight knot, allowing her feet to spread. He continued higher , knot after knot, her legs opening to him with each release. By the time he reached the last one his breathing was heavy and lustful. The final knot fell away to leave only two dangling pieces of rope where they had passed between her legs and up to the o rings. He knelt between her calves and spread them further. Her arms were still pulled high above her and her head remained tethered to her ankle with the rope that held her blind fold. He trailed the knife over her back then up one arm and down the other. He drug the tip down her entire body, when he got to her ankles he cut one loose, then the other, releasing her head, but not the blind fold.
This was still held firmly by the knot between the buckle and the eyelets. Her head flung forward back to its original bowed position. Her Dom encircled her waist with one arm and pressed his body to hers. He reached up, cutting her wrist free, she collapsed forward onto all fours. Amber could now see that he had pushed down the pants he was wearing. He entered her fiercely, shaking her body with each thrust. She screamed and writhed, taking every inch of him. As the speed of their grinding increased, her Dom, forced her up and off of her hands, holding her back to his chest. He whispered something to her no one else heard and her body convulsed. He squeezed her breasts and held her with his face tucked into the side of her neck, panting.
The entire room was quiet as her Dom used the knife to slice the last and final knot from her collar. It fell and rested on her neck. Amber looked into the woman’s eyes, they were absent, and euphoric, she was subspacing…hard. Her Dom fastened the collar on her neck and allowed her to fall into his arms. He stroked her hair and whispered things to her, she leaned her body into him in full submission. It was over, she was collared now, claimed, and owned.
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Amber felt the buzz of the vibrator start up between her legs. She sucked in a fast breath and stood like stone.
“Good girl. Stand here until I come back for you.” Patrick said letting go of her hair and leaving the vibration on slow and steady. “If anyone speaks to you be polite.” He held her shoulders firmly, and turned her to face the rest of the room. “Right here, until you are told otherwise.” he repeated.
“Yes Lovey”
He kissed her cheek lightly. “And remember, I don’t share.” he said as his lips left her skin.
Patrick walked around the room, speaking to those he recognized. Amber stood still and silent, watching, but not really focusing. The buzz on her clit was turning to a dull ache. She struggled with the urge to squirm. Patrick was calmly talking with a man who’s back was to her. She saw Patrick shake his head, then nod. The man looked over his shoulder at Amber, then back to Patrick. He pointed at a door to their left. Patrick shook his hand then made his way back to Amber.
“Are you wet toy?”
“Soaked.” Amber breathed
“How’s your little clit feeling?”
“Throbbing.” Amber squeaked, as the vibrations increased then pulsed at random intervals.
“Aa..Lovey…” she closed her eyes. “Please….”
“Getting difficult for you Toy?”
“Yes, very, I …can hardly… stand.”
The vibrations ceased. “Good. Play time.” he said a glint in his eyes and mischief in his voice.
“Follow me.”
Chap 3
If she hadn’t been in the ballet heels Amber would have ran behind him, or maybe even skipped. She giggled to herself at the mental picture, a skipping slave girl, not exactly the norm. She forced the smile from her face and followed obediently with her head hanging, just for appearances sake. The sideways glance Patrick gave her as they entered the dungeon room told her he knew what she was thinking. She couldn’t help but flash him a quick smile.
“Stop it.” he said quickly
Amber furrowed her eyebrows and tried to look somber, she fought her giddiness but still a slight smile crept across her face.
SMACK, Patrick’s open hand landed square on her ass. “Stop it.” Patrick repeated, his authority surfacing.
The blow rocked her a little swaying the lock on her clit. Amber’s stomach flipped and she knew she better listen. She lowered her head ashamed for having to be corrected twice. Her ass tingled.
“Thats better, now, are you going to be a good girl and listen?”
“Yes”
“Very good.”
Patrick slid his hand under her skirt and felt to see how wet she was. He was pleased to find her panties completely saturated.
“Look what you did to the panties I bought for you. They are ruined.” He rubbed his fingers together in front of her. “And that little incident in the car, I told you I would remind you of it later, didn’t I?”
“Yes you did.”
“Mmm hmm… turn around and bend over.”
Amber turned and bent, her skirt fell over her hips, and her ass, with it’s one red cheek, stuck high in the air.
“Grab your ankles, Toy.”
Amber obeyed, wrapping her fingers around the shiny leather that covered them.
“Good girl. Stay like that.”
Patrick moved to the opposite side of the room, Amber waited while Patrick browsed the array of items at his disposal. An entire section of the wall had been studded with pegs. From these pegs hung various instruments, some very common household items, other could only be found in the most well stocked fetish shops. Just seeing the selection gave Amber goose bumps.
When Patrick returned to her, he had a cane. With a swift motion he struck her ass across both cheeks. The sting radiated down her thighs, and Amber closed her eyes and pictured the pain in her mind. She saw it as heat spreading across her, consuming her body, like red hot lava. He struck again and her knees buckled. Eyes still closed she regained her posture, and waited for another strike. By the third and fourth blows there was hardly any mind left, soon she would be only body. A thoughtless vessel of sensation, the lines of pain and pleasure not only crossed, but woven and knotted together in endless strands of nothing but the moment.
Patrick surveyed the welts he had left on her smooth white skin. They rose in bright pink rows striping her ass. He hooked his finger in the ring of her collar and brought her to a standing position so he could look into her eyes.
“Take off your top.”
Amber’s released the first hook of the bustier, then the next. Her breast spilled out of the fabric, her nipples were hard like pebbles.
“That’s far enough, reach around and feel what I did to your ass, Toy.”
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Amber ran her hands over the globes of her ass, she felt the welts as they continued to swell under her fingers. Her fingers brushing over them felt like tiny shots of electricity, causing her to tremble.
“Now, feel what doing that to your ass did to me.” He ground his crotch into hers. His erection pressed hard against her already swollen and teased clit. Amber moved her hands from her ass to his in effort to hold him there.
“Greedy greedy little Toy, I can see I am going to have to do something about those hands. Put them at your sides.”
Amber’s hands dropped.
Standing in front of her, Patrick ran his fingers through her hair calming the misplaced strands. He adjusted her collar and bustier.
“Now, you look like a proper toy that I want to show off. Lean over that horse over there so they see your striped red ass when they come in.”
Amber leaned over and pressed her upper body against the cold steal of the horse. He rested the side of her face against the bar, cooling her flushed cheek. Patrick’s hands were on either side of her hips raising them, so that her legs were stick straight and her ass was high and on perfect display.
“Let your hands fall.” he said.
Amber let her hands dangle loosely. She felt a draft of cool air glide across her thighs and she knew that the door had opened. She didn’t dare look back to see whom had come in. Instead she listened quietly to the sound of the footsteps. She didn’t think she recognized them, but couldn’t be sure. The stranger remained silent.
“Eyes closed, Toy.” Patrick’s voice echoed.
A bar was placed between her feet while steel shackles locked around her ankles, forcing her to keep her legs spread. Long nails raked up the length of both legs sending a burst of alarm through Amber’s body. She fought to keep her eyes closed as the hands prodded at her inner thighs, paying special attention to the sensitive area of indentation near her groin. Patrick had never once allowed her to be touched by anyone but him. Her heart pounded and revulsion rose in her throat, a thousand thoughts flooded Amber’s mind. Her hands curled into fists.
“Do you always restrain so lightly?” asked the stranger. Amber recognized the air of pretense in the voice, it was Klinna.
“I prefer that she self restrains, its much more intense that way, don’t you think?” Patrick responded.
“Hmm, as you like…” There was skepticism in Klinna’s voice. " You know your slave better than I."
" Yes. We do have one thing that we have yet to conquer, however…but I have a feeling tonight will be the end of that." Patrick said as slide the tip of the cane down the crack of Ambers ass. The response was immediate, her buttocks clenched. The cane quickly moved from its place to strike her across her lower thighs. Amber cried out at the sudden sting.
“Now there will be none of that, I have been patient long enough with your…” Patrick chose his word carefully “…issue. Tonight I will claim every part of you, all control will be mine, including the area you have yet to relinquish. Have I not been a good Master for you, don’t I deserve every cell of your being to be mine?” He paused for a response.
Amber’s mind was clouded, she couldn’t open her mouth to make a sound. When Amber did not speak another strike landed across her thighs, just above the first.
“Answer me Toy.”
“Yes Lovey, you have deserve every cell of my being.”
“Good girl”
The heat waves in her pussy returned when Patrick said she was a good girl.
“I’ll be over here, just let me know when the time comes.” Klinna said, cutting in.
“I will, thank you Klinna.” Patrick answered, dismissing her. Amber heard Klinna’s heals click off away from them, but not out of the room.
Patrick’s attention was back on her. “Now where were we, Toy? Here I think.” Amber felt the cane travel the length of her ass crack again as the vibrator began to buzz on her clit.
“Ahh…yes there.” Amber answered breathlessly.
“Please Lovey…” no more words would form.
“What are you begging for Toy?”
“Anything you will give me Lovey.”
Her answer pleased Patrick. He slowly pulled loose the bow holding her panties, first one hip then the other. Her panties fell loose but remained tethered to her by the lock and ring. Amber’s clit was so sensitive at this point that even the light weight of the silk added to her agony. Her clit throbbed harder. She whimpered as the vibrations eased down. Patrick used the tip of the cane to spread her juices from her pussy to her ass, lubricating her delicate rear. Amber began to squirm as the pressure increased with every stroke.
“Be still…don’t move!” Patrick ordered, striking her with each movement she made, then returning to his prodding.
The pain of the strikes were welcome, Amber craved it, it was familiar, she knew what to do with this pain. She breathed it in as before, letting it take her mind. The tip of the cane pressed forward, entering her only a fraction. Hot pain radiated as the ring of muscles refused to yield. The cane was also unyielding, in it’s persistence. Amber sucked in precious air through her nose and squeezed her eyes shut tighter. She tried to relax her muscles. Why was this so hard for her, she wondered. Patrick had never given her pain she didn’t welcome, but this, she didn’t think she could do. GOLDFISH…their safe word threatened to escape her lips. No, she was stronger than this, she could feel her eyelashes moisten, she blinked back the salty drops as a small cry rose from her chest.
Suddenly the cane was gone. Amber felt something softer, smaller replace it. It was Patrick’s finger he stroked her gently, sliding into her wet pussy, then out and up to her ass. He was gentle, bringing her back to what she was… his. She wondered why she ever doubted him, Patrick knew her better than she knew her self.
“Relax, Toy, do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Amber sighed.
“Good girl, we will start with this.”
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