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Authors name: b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)
Story title : Perfect Birthday Present, The

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The Perfect Birthday Present (Fdom/M, wife, rom, bd)
by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)

***

Bill's wife asks him to be her sex slave for her birthday 
weekend. He goes along and has a fantastic time.

***

PART I-Friday Evening


I arrived home, flowers in hand, ready to celebrate my 
wife's 25th birthday. When I entered our town house I was 
surprised to find her absent. She had been explicit. She 
had told me that she had definite plans for the weekend 
and that it was important that I be home by 6. I had not 
inquired further, assuring her that whatever she wanted 
to do for her birthday was just fine with me. I never 
dreamed that she would take my agreement so literally, 
but I was to learn quickly.

I walked into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. I 
spotted an envelope addressed to me in her handwriting on 
the kitchen table. I found a vase, put the flowers in 
with some water and centered it on the table expecting 
that she would be pleased with my thoughtfulness. I then 
opened the envelope.

In it were two sheets of paper. The first read:

***

My Dearest Husband Bill,

You have been very sweet to agree to do what I want for 
the weekend. I have made extensive plans for us and if 
you agree to follow my wishes I am sure your weekend will 
be as wonderful as my own.

I want a weekend of sex, sex and more sex! Specifically I 
want you to agree to be my naked sex slave for the next 
48 hours-until Sunday evening at 6. During that time I 
will expect you to obey my every command. 

If you do this, not only will I receive pleasures beyond 
pleasure, but also you will have the most erotic 
experience of your life. I know you will enjoy it. If 
that is not enough incentive, if you will be my sex slave 
for the weekend I will be your absolute slave when your 
birthday weekend comes next month. 

If you are willing to serve me as my slave, follow the 
instructions on the attached sheet. Otherwise, just meet 
me in the living room for a drink at 6:30.

Your loving wife,

Beth

***

I was flabbergasted but aroused. Beth and I had been 
married for five years and had dated for a year before 
that. Sex was good, but not adventuresome. We made love 
once or twice a week and when it wasn't in the missionary 
position it was because she was on top, and that wasn't 
often. I knew from reading that oral sex was very popular 
with couples these days, but we didn't do it, just 
getting right to the main event. It wasn't that Beth was 
frigid, she had intense multiple orgasms, it's just that 
we were both inexperienced.

I had been with only two other women before we met and 
had been faithful to her since then. I think she'd had 
sex with one boyfriend before me, but she had certainly 
not "done it" with him more than a few times. I was sure 
she had been faithful to me since we met.

The idea that my wife would want me to be her sex slave 
as a birthday present just wasn't something I would have 
dreamed of. But judging from the state of my cock, it was 
an idea I liked. The thought of being naked and serving 
her fantastic body was thrilling. Beth is a 5'8" redhead 
with a slim figure carrying good sized, well-shaped 
breasts. Her nipples are fantastic, very prominent and 
prone to erection during sex. Just the thought of her 
naked body stiffened my cock.

I wouldn't be meeting her for a drink in the living room. 
I hadn't read the attachment, but I already intended to 
follow instructions and to give her what she wanted. I 
would be her naked sex-slave for the weekend. I knew she 
loved me and I trusted her completely. The thought of 
being the slave of a gorgeous redhead with great tits and 
long legs was fantastic. I couldn't wait to worship her 
body with my cock.

The attachment to the letter asking me to be a sex slave 
provided explicit instructions for my preparation.

"Slave-obey the following commands or expect punishment 
for disobedience.

Go to the guest bathroom where you will find all your 
toiletries. Remove all your clothes and put them in the 
hamper. Remove your wedding ring and watch. (Slaves are 
not married and do not wear jewelry. They rarely wear 
clothes.)

Shave closely and shower thoroughly. Use the toiletries I 
have provided.

Next go to the kitchen completely naked and fill the 
champagne bucket with ice. Take the champagne bottle from 
the refrigerator and take it and the ice bucket to the 
mistress bathroom.

At 6:25 light the candles I have placed in the bathroom 
and bedroom. Turn off all other lights. When you hear me 
enter the front door at 6:30 get on your knees at the 
foot of the bed, make sure your cock is hard and await 
your mistress' arrival.

Remember that for the next 48 hours you are not my 
husband but my sex slave. Your body belongs to me.

You will speak only when spoken to and you will limit 
your responses to either 'Yes, Mistress' or 'No, 
Mistress' unless specifically instructed otherwise."

It was already 10 past 6 and I didn't have much time 
before 6:30. My cock told me this was something I really 
wanted to do. I bolted up the stairs unbuttoning as I 
went. I skidded into the guest bathroom. I nearly ripped 
my clothes off and threw them into the hamper. I put my 
ring and watch on the vanity top.

I lathered my chin and shaved hurriedly but thoroughly. 
My hand was shaking with excitement and it's amazing that 
I didn't cut myself. My erect cock kept bumping into the 
cold countertop. I turned on the shower and climbed in. I 
lathered thoroughly, my head spinning with the concept of 
being a sex object for my wife's pleasure. Visions of her 
naked body demanding pleasure from my throbbing cock were 
overwhelming. I don't know how I avoided shooting a load 
right then and there, although I knew it wouldn't be a 
good idea to do so.

I dried off, put on the aftershave and antiperspirant 
that Beth had provided and raced down to the kitchen, my 
cock jutting before me like the prow of a boat, my balls 
bouncing beneath. I felt absolutely wonderful.

I got the champagne and ice bucket and raced back 
upstairs. The curtains were drawn and the room was dark. 
I noticed four candles spread around the room and when I 
entered the bathroom I found three more along with a 
champagne glass on the edge of the bathtub.

The bedside clock said 6:25. I grabbed some matches lying 
near one of the candles and started lighting them. I had 
just finished when I heard the front door open. Beth (my 
Mistress) was home. I dumped the matches, and moved to 
the foot of the bed and knelt. While concentrating on my 
chores, my cock had wilted a little, but a few strokes 
restored it to splendor.

I realized that Beth had now seen that I was not in the 
living room and that her sex slave must therefore be 
waiting naked on his knees. I heard her start up the 
stairs and my cock got harder.

***

My mistress (as I was beginning to think of her) entered 
the bedroom. She looked haughtily down at me. "I see my 
slave has followed instructions." "Yes, Mistress," I 
said. She walked imperiously around me examining me from 
every angle.

She was wearing shoes with very high heels and a dress of 
a blue satin that hugged every curve of her luscious 
body. Her nipples poked through the fabric. My cock 
became even stiffer.

"Stand up, slave." "Yes, Mistress," I said as I got to my 
feet. "Spread your legs and put your hands behind your 
head!" "Yes, Mistress," as I complied. She continued to 
move around me, but now she rubbed her hands over my body 
as she did so. She rubbed my chest and tweaked my nipples 
causing my cock to twitch. She ran her hands possessively 
over my ass and then finally she stopped in front of me 
and cupped my balls with one hand and grasped my cock 
with her other.

She looked me in the eye and said "Slave, are you 
prepared to obey my every command? Are you prepared to 
provide me with every sexual pleasure that I demand? If 
so, you will have orgasm after orgasm. You will drain 
your balls over and over again to please me. Are you 
prepared?" "Yes, Mistress," I said most sincerely.

"Then draw me a bubble bath and you may begin serving my 
body." "Yes, Mistress," I said as I moved into the 
bathroom to start her bath. She followed me and as I bent 
over to start the water she stepped close behind me and 
thrust her pelvis against my ass while reaching around my 
waist and caressing my cock and balls. 

I was in no hurry to finish regulating the water, but she 
finally let go of me and demanded "Prepare me for my 
bath. First remove my earrings!" She stepped close to me 
and thrust her tits into my chest. My jutting cock was in 
contact with the slippery smoothness of her dress. It was 
difficult to concentrate on removing her dangling 
earrings. Fortunately, they were hung on simple open 
loops and even a fumble-fingered sex-slave with a 
throbbing cock could do it.

"Remove my dress very slowly!" she commanded. She raised 
her arms straight up. I grasped the bottom of her dress 
and lifted it inch by inch sliding my hands over her 
hips, past her waist up her sides and then along her 
arms. She was as tall as I am in those heels and I had to 
get right up against the whole length of her body to get 
the dress to clear. As I slowly inched the dress up she 
ground her body against me. I could feel her naked tits 
against my chest and my cock lodged between her legs. I 
finally slid the dress over her head and stepped back.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Mistress was wearing a shelf 
bra that pushed up her tits while leaving her nipples 
completely exposed. Below the waist she was wearing only 
a garter belt and stockings-no panties. She must have 
bought the belt and bra for this occasion, because I am 
sure she had not had them before. The sight of her 
wearing those items and also high heels was incredible. 
It felt as though my cock got even harder, something I 
wouldn't have believed was possible. It was throbbing.

I carefully hung up her dress. Again she thrust her chest 
into mine and commanded, "Remove my bra!" I reached 
around her and fumbled with the clasp. She grabbed my ass 
and ground her body into mine. When I got the clasp loose 
she let go and stepped back and the bra fell to the 
floor. I retrieved it and placed it carefully on the 
vanity.

Her body was magnificent in the flickering light of the 
candles. Her erect nipples jutted straight out from firm 
and rounded handfuls of tit-flesh. Her narrow waist 
dipped down to a neat bush above her cunt. I wanted 
nothing more than to take her in my arms, carry her to 
the bed and fuck us both silly. But I knew my place. It 
was not my initiative. I must do what my mistress 
commanded.

"Get on your knees and remove my stockings and make sure 
you please me as you do so!" "Yes, Mistress," I said as I 
knelt before her. I had never seen a garter belt in real 
life, but the principle seemed obvious. I unclasped the 
stocking on her left leg and then began to roll the 
stockings down her leg using the palms of my hand. I 
started with the upper edge of my palm against her cunt 
so that I rubbed against it as I moved my hands into 
position. From the way she trembled, I gathered that I 
had done this job right. I repeated the process with the 
second stocking and as my hands reached her knee she 
grabbed me by the hair and pulled my mouth towards her 
cunt. "Kiss my cunt, slave!"

I was startled but not reluctant. As I said, we did not 
practice oral sex, but I had read about it and was game 
to try. I planted my lips on her cunt and stuck out my 
tongue and wiggled it. She ground her twat against my 
face. "You obviously need training, but we have a whole 
weekend for that." She pulled away. "Turn off the water, 
Slave, the bath is full enough." I complied and she 
stepped regally into the tub holding my outstretched arm 
for support. Haughtily she reclined into the bubbles.

She leaned back and thrust out her legs. Her tits bobbed 
near the surface, the nipples occasionally poking through 
the foam. "Pour me champagne!" she commanded. I removed 
the wire cage from the bottle and carefully popped the 
cork. I poured her a glass and handed it to her. She 
disdainfully took it and sipping said. "Assume the 
position-legs apart hands behind your head. I want to 
enjoy the view of my property!" "Yes, Mistress," I said 
as I complied. My throbbing cock jutted upwards at 45 
degrees. The glans had turned purple with excitement. I 
was positioned so that my cock was no more than three 
feet from her and she ogled it possessively.

After five minutes or so of examining me while 
disdainfully sipping her wine, she commanded "Pump your 
cock until you cum, slave!" I couldn't believe my ears! 
She wanted me to masturbate in front of her. This was the 
same woman that only last week averted her eyes when I 
peed in her presence. Now she wanted me to whack off for 
her so she could see my jizz fly. She didn't have to 
command me twice.

I grabbed my cock and started pumping. My cock had been 
rock hard for almost an hour. It had been physically and 
visually teased to the limit. The jizz had been boiling 
in my balls. With what seemed like only four strokes my 
balls erupted and my cock sent ropes of jizz flying from 
the end of my steel-hard member. I hadn't watched myself 
whack-off for years, but I'm sure I squirted more jizz 
farther that time than I had when I beat my meat as a 
red-hot sixteen year old.

I could tell that Mistress was momentarily startled. I am 
sure she had never seen a cock erupt, although she had 
felt mine cum in her cunt many times. She managed, 
however, to maintain an imperious mien and simply 
commanded, "Now clean up the mess you've made and get 
back in position." I took a wet washcloth and cleaned up 
the mess and then again "assumed the position." My cock 
had flagged, but while softer had not much diminished in 
size. I still felt studly and a suitable sex-slave.

Once Mistress had finished her champagne she commanded me 
"Slave, wash my body!" I reached for a washcloth, but she 
interrupted "Use your bare hands." My cock began a rapid 
comeback. I knelt by the tub and lathered my hands and 
began to wash her body. I started with her left foot. I 
washed it carefully and then began to move up her leg. 
Mistress lay back sipping champagne trying to appear as 
though she wasn't experiencing the feelings I was 
arousing. But her body was beginning to tremble again.

As my hand reached her crotch after a five-minute long 
journey, I made a point of caressing her cunt and in 
particular her clitoris. She convulsed for the first of 
many times that weekend in an intense and prolonged 
orgasm. I kept on "washing" her cunt until she came down 
and then started in or her right leg. I moved very slowly 
and lasciviously and when I reached her cunt several 
minutes later she was again ready to cum-and did.

I started on her left hand and spent five minutes moving 
from there, up her arm onto her chest. I washed her 
beautiful left tit paying special attention to the nipple 
and then moved slowly down her belly to again reach her 
cunt just as she was ready for a third orgasm. I had to 
reach across her to work on her right arm and side and I 
used this opportunity to rub my recovering cock against 
her left tit. Again I moved luxuriantly and ever so 
slowly into her tit and then down to her cunt giving her 
time to recover for a fourth orgasm, perhaps the most 
intense of all.

Experience told me that she was done for a while, so I 
moved back to the "position", proud of the recovery my 
cock had made. Mistress continued to sip champagne and 
after I replenished her glass for the second time, she 
commanded, "Wash my hair." As she said this she scooted 
forward in the tub raising her magnificent tits from the 
water into clear view. The sight of them adorned with 
flecks of foam hardened my cock some more. I was nearly 
ready to cum again.

I stepped into the tub behind her and settled down with 
her between my legs with my cock shoved against her ass 
cheeks. It felt incredible. She leaned her head back on 
my chest and I poured some water carefully over her hair 
being careful to avoid getting it in her face. I slowly 
worked shampoo into it her long auburn mane and worked up 
a good lather. After washing her hair for about ten 
minutes and massaging her scalp I slid my hands down over 
her tits and washed them thoroughly with the shampoo 
suds. I then moved my hands below the waterline, found 
her clitoris and tweaked her to a fifth orgasm.

She lay against me spent for almost ten minutes. Then 
with an obvious effort of will she got hold of herself 
and commanded. "Turn on the shower and rinse us clean!" I 
turned on the water and used the flexible showerhead to 
rinse her hair. Then she rose out of the water like 
Aphrodite from the ocean-and more beautiful-as I rinsed 
her entire body of suds. I also rinsed myself as the 
water drained from the tub.

***

I used a huge fluffy towel to dry her body. I was 
particularly gentle when I dried her gorgeous tits and I 
knelt before her when I toweled her legs and cunt. When 
she was dry, she commanded me to apply moisturizing cream 
to her body. I was already on my knees, so I worked 
upward, slathering her gorgeous legs and ass, tweaking 
her clitoris before moving up. I made sure that her tits 
were well treated and then worked on her shoulders and 
arms. My cock was at full, throbbing extension by now.

She commanded me to the bedroom where she sat at her 
makeup table while I dried and combed her beautiful hair. 
She had me apply conditioner. I brushed it one hundred 
strokes until it was gleaming in the candlelight. Finally 
she was satisfied with my job as bath slave.

"All right, slave boy, on your back on the bed! It's time 
you learn your real purpose in life." I lay down on the 
bed with a "Yes, Mistress." To my astonishment she picked 
up a pair of silk scarves and used them to bind my hands 
to the headboard. The astonishment did not extend to my 
cock, which hardened another notch. It felt huge. She 
also bound my legs to the foot of the bed. I was spread-
eagled and helpless before her. My eager cock thrust 
upward, rigid with excitement.

"You belong to me, slave. Your only job is to concentrate 
on giving me pleasure. If you get pleasure from doing 
your job that is secondary. Your body is mine to use as I 
wish for my own pleasure. I will do anything with it I 
want. You have no recourse but to accept what I want to 
do. I had not realized how much this feeling of power 
over you would affect my cunt, but it loves it."

She moved over me. "Your nipples are mine." She began to 
kiss, tongue and nip at my nipples, first one and then 
the other. The effect on me was electric. I began to 
squirm with ecstasy and my cock throbbed with the 
feeling. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but she 
didn't relent. She kept laving until I thought my cock 
would erupt.

"Are you beginning to understand what is going to happen 
to you?" "Yes, Mistress," I responded. "Your cock and 
balls are mine too!" With that she grabbed my balls 
firmly in one hand and my cock firmly in the other and 
began to rub them. If her nipple sucking had been 
wonderful, this new sensation was fantastic. "I can use 
these toys as I want," she said. At that she bent her 
head down and licked my balls and then my cock. Then, to 
my surprise and infinite pleasure she opened her mouth 
and sucked my cock into her throat. I had dreamed of her 
doing this, but it had never happened before. It was all 
I could do to resist exploding a torrent of cum into her 
mouth, but I knew that I shouldn't and somehow resisted 
the need.

After she finished convincing me that she owned my body, 
she announced, "All right, slave. It's now time for you 
to learn to please me with your cock and tongue."

She spread her legs over me and brought her cunt over my 
face. "Stick out your tongue, slave boy. We'll start your 
training as a cunt-lapper." I didn't have time to 
respond. I just stuck out my tongue and suddenly her cunt 
was against my lips. "Wiggle that tongue and don't stop!" 
she commanded. I wiggled my tongue furiously and she 
moved her cunt around until suddenly I sensed my tongue 
in contact with a hard nubbin of rubbery flesh. She 
immediately began to moan. I have already noted that I 
was not an experienced cunt-licker, but I knew enough of 
anatomy to be sure that I was tonguing her clit.

I flicked and licked with my tongue for all I was worth 
and was even able to take it between my closed lips and 
suck on it. Suddenly Mistress spasmed and arched, almost 
pulling away from my ravening tongue. I moved my head up 
following her cunt, sucking and tonguing furiously as she 
came in a shuddering orgasm. I kept up my attentions 
driving her higher and higher into bliss.

She didn't let up. She continued to grind her cunt 
against my mouth and had orgasm after orgasm, each one 
louder and more intense than the one before. Finally she 
moved off my mouth and slid back onto my belly.

"Now it's cock training time, slave boy. I'm going to 
ride your cock until I've had all the pleasure I want. 
When I'm satisfied, I will command you to cum. Cum before 
I tell you to and you will be punished. Do you 
understand, slave-boy? Your cock is mine and you will use 
it for my pleasure not yours!" "Yes, Mistress," I said. 
My cock was as hard as I had ever known it. It felt as 
though it were two feet long. All my consciousness was 
focused on my cock. I had never felt so horny.

She reached back and grasped my cock and then in a smooth 
motion slid backwards impaling herself to the hilt on my 
shaft. She began to ride it, moving up and down. Within a 
few strokes she had gauged its length perfectly. She 
would pull almost all the way off and then slam down 
burying the whole length in her hot, wet pussy. Within 
six strokes she came again. Then she leaned forward so 
that her tits hung near my mouth. "Suck on my tits, slave 
boy!" I began to suck on then, using my tongue to tweak 
her nipples. I sucked on one and then on the other. She 
had another furious orgasm as I desperately tried to 
concentrate on pleasing her without being distracted by 
the overwhelming urge to cum.

Suddenly it was all too much. I groaned, and then 
screamed. My body arched upward driving my cock even 
deeper into her cunt. My balls erupted and a geyser of 
cum raced through my cock flooding her twat. I came in 
wave after wave of pleasure and she reached a final 
orgasm of unbelievable intensity. She too screamed and 
gasped. I could see in the flickering light that her face 
was suffused with blood.

She collapsed against me, her soft tits rubbing against 
my chest. I could feel cum and cunt juice beginning to 
drip around my softening cock onto my belly. I was spent. 
I had never experienced such an intense orgasm. I don't 
think she ever had either-certainly not with me.

She recovered quickly, pushed herself up and glared into 
my eyes. "You were told not to come until ordered. You 
will pay for that." She climbed off of me and began to 
untie the scarves and ropes. "I will punish you, but we 
haven't time now. It's time to go out to dinner. I will 
deal with your misbehavior later."

***

She grabbed my cock and dragged me into the bathroom. She 
sat on the toilet, legs spread far apart and handed me a 
bottle labeled "Strawberry Douche," another purchase for 
this occasion. She handed it to me with the command, 
"Flush your jizz from my cunt!" I was unsure what to do 
but carefully placed the tip into her gaping twat and 
squeezed the bottle. Water cascaded out of her cunt 
flushing gobs of my jizz along with it. It was an 
amazingly intimate moment. I wouldn't have thought that 
the women who closed the door when she peed would allow 
such lascivious familiarity. I squeezed several more 
times flushing her clean.

She commanded me to clean myself and she watched 
haughtily as I soaped and rinsed my cock and balls in 
front of her. When she was satisfied with my obedience 
and cleanliness she sent me to the kitchen to microwave a 
plate of food and to return with it and a bowl. She 
commanded me to fill the bowl with water and to place 
them on the floor near her dressing table where she sat 
fixing her hair and makeup. "Get on your hands and knees 
slave boy and keep your ass high in the air so I can see 
your cock and balls while you eat. Don't use your hands, 
just eat like the animal you are." It was wonderfully 
humiliating and stimulating to pose like that before her. 
I was very conscious of my cock and balls hanging in 
plain view beneath my vulnerably exposed ass.

When I had finished eating she had me clean up, giving me 
3 minutes to do so. By then she had fixed her hair and 
makeup to her satisfaction. I thought she looked 
fantastic. She then had me dress her. I put on her garter 
belt and stockings again paying careful attention to 
caress her legs and cunt while performing these 
ministrations on my knees before her. She ordered me to 
lick her clitoris while I worked. I then rose and helped 
her on with her dress, the reverse of the earlier 
disrobing. She raised her hands very high and I had to 
rub my naked body against her to reach high enough to 
slip the dress over her upraised hands. I settled the 
dress into place. It was emerald green.

The dress was of a clinging material and cut deeply along 
each leg up to the middle of the hip. It was slit down 
the middle almost to her navel. She was wearing no bra 
and the fabric clung to and revealed her hard, jutting 
nipples. When she moved, the front would gape open 
revealing the slopes of her magnificent breasts. With her 
hair piled up to emphasize her long neck she was queenly. 
My cock began to recover. I knelt again and slipped on 
her pumps with three-inch heels.

"You will attend me as I dine out. I would prefer that 
you remain naked, but the restaurant requires that those 
in attendance wear clothes. Put on those in this box." I 
moved to my dresser to get underpants and she halted me. 
"You will wear nothing but the clothes in the box. I put 
on the clinging shirt that caressed my nipples and made 
my cock a little harder. The pants were not too tight and 
of a silky material. My balls and cock had room to swing 
freely and rub against the provocative material. I 
slipped barefoot into loafers. She put what appeared to 
be a gold, dog's choke-chain around my neck. "I have the 
leash in my purse if I should need it," she warned.

***

She led me down the stairs and out the front door. I 
admired her jiggling ass molded by the green dress. There 
was a stretch limousine waiting at the curb. She had me 
open the door for her and she slid in. I followed and sat 
next to her as I closed the door behind me. There was an 
opaque partition between the driver and passenger 
compartments and a soft light suffused our area. The car 
moved off without hesitation.

"Don't sit there. Kneel before me, slave." I got down 
before her knees in the ample space the stretch provided. 
"Drop your pants to the floor and unbutton your shirt!" I 
complied. I had felt vulnerable in the bedroom while she 
was clothed, but the feeling of being exposed in a moving 
vehicle was much more intense. "You need to practice your 
cunt sucking skills, slave. Go to work!" She leaned back 
in the seat and I lifted the front panel of her dress 
exposing her twat framed by the garter belt. I now 
understood one reason why the dress was designed as it 
was.

I fastened my lips on her cunt and began licking her 
clitoris as she had taught me. I sucked, nipped, lapped 
and tweaked it with my tongue. "Stroke your cock for me, 
but don't cum!" I grabbed my recovering cock and began to 
stroke it as I continued my ministrations to her clit. I 
didn't have to worry yet about an unauthorized cum. I had 
already shot my wad twice in less than two hours and I 
would need a little longer before I could cum again. But 
the sensation of being exposed with my pants around my 
knees while I stroked my cock and lapped my mistress' 
cunt was encouraging a quick recovery.

Mistress began to writhe as the pleasure of my tongue 
drove her toward another orgasm. "Use your free hand to 
pleasure my nipples!" she commanded. I kept lapping and 
stroking and used my free hand to reach inside the top of 
her dress to tease her nipples. She exploded in an 
orgasm. As the evening had continued she had been 
achieving ever more powerful orgasms. And this one was 
intense and loud. There was no doubt that the driver 
could hear, but the car maintained a steady and even 
course. The driver had obviously been well briefed.

She had at least four more orgasms, I was losing track, 
before the car started to slow. "Button up," she 
commanded. I complied just as the car stopped. I got up, 
opened the door and handed her out. She moved toward the 
restaurant saying, "You will say nothing to anyone even 
in response to a direct question. I will answer for you."

She swept into the restaurant and haughtily announced 
herself to the Maitre D'. "Yes, Madame, your table is 
ready and as you instructed." As we moved across the 
room, every male eye turned toward the sexy vision whose 
tits were on display and whose legs were exposed to each 
thigh. I could almost sense the stretching of cloth as 
cocks responded to the provocation. 

The Maitre D' led us to a corner of the room with a 
banquette table. It was covered with white linen that 
fell around it almost to the floor. He pulled it back to 
allow her to slide in and after I followed he pushed it 
back. "Jack will be your server, Madame, please enjoy 
yourselves." She nodded haughtily without speaking.

The waiter came over. "Good evening, Sir, Madame. May I 
get you drinks?" Mistress said, "I will have a martini 
with a twist." "And for you, Sir," speaking to me. 
Mistress responded, "He will have nothing." The waiter 
gave a slight start of confusion, but being well trained 
recovered quickly and moved off.

While he was gone to get the drink, Mistress turned to me 
and commanded, "Unbutton your pants and slip them to your 
knees!" I was astonished, and hesitated. But then I 
understood the choice of table and the advantage of the 
linen. I would be exposed and vulnerable, but beneath the 
table. Only Mistress and I would be sure of my 
humiliating condition. If others began to suspect, they 
could only suspect.

I complied and felt incredibly sexy with my bare ass in 
contact with the cool leather of the banquette and my 
hardening cock exposed to the coolness of the restaurant. 
Mistress reached under the table and began to fondle my 
cock and balls. "Tweak my clit!" she commanded. I reached 
under the table and began to caress her cunt. The whole 
experience was wild!

The waiter came back with her drink and she ordered 
dinner while brazenly continuing to rub my cock while I 
fingered her twat. "I'll have the tournedos, medium 
rare," she ordered. "Excellent choice, Madame. And for 
you, Sir." Again Mistress responded before I could even 
think about speaking. "He will have nothing. You may go." 
The waiter again covered his confusion well and moved 
off. She continued to stroke my cock and began to wriggle 
as she built to another orgasm. She had a cum, but 
controlled it well. Only customers examining her closely 
would have seen what was happening. She kept stroking me 
and I her for the time it took for her food to be 
prepared. My cock was beginning to stiffen and the jizz 
was beginning to stir in my balls.

The waiter returned with her food and placed it before 
her as we wantonly kept stroking each other. He could 
undoubtedly sense that our hands were doing something 
interesting underneath the table, but he maintained his 
sangfroid. When he moved off, she commanded. "Keep 
rubbing my clit and start pumping your cock while I eat." 
I complied. I must have looked very suspicious with both 
hands moving underneath the table, but no one seemed to 
notice.

"Don't cum until I tell you too," she said. She ate 
daintily, but efficiently and soon was finished. Putting 
down her utensils, she reached underneath the table, 
grasped my cock and began to pump with a vengeance. My 
fingering of her twat increased in intensity and as she 
reached another orgasm she whispered through clenched 
teeth, "Cum now, Slave boy!" I erupted as she came and 
she kept pumping until every drop of my jizz had been 
sprayed from my cock. With nonchalance, she picked up a 
napkin and handed it to me with "Keep stroking me and 
clean up the mess you have made."

I dabbed and wiped as much as I could and finished just 
as she came again. "Button up, we're leaving." She put a 
$50 bill on the table. She removed the leash from her 
purse and, to my horror, attached it to the chain around 
my neck. As she started to rise, the waiter rushed over 
and pulled the table out for us. She swept out of the 
restaurant with me in tow. I glanced down and realized 
that my trousers were cum-stained. As we exited, every 
eye in the room was initially drawn to Mistress but then 
gaped at me when they realized Mistress was leading me on 
a leash. My face flamed with acute, gut-wrenching 
humiliation. My only consolation was that this was not an 
area of town we frequented. I loved it.

When we emerged from the restaurant, the limo was at the 
curb. Again I held the door as she stepped in. This time 
before sitting she flipped the panels of her skirt up so 
that she sat with her naked ass voluptuously on the 
leather seat. This time she commanded: "Strip completely 
naked and kneel before me." I hurried to obey and was 
soon engaged in my new favorite pastime-sucking her juicy 
cunt as she wiggled and squirmed and came in wave after 
wave of orgasms. She was clearly affected not only by the 
direct stimulus of her clitoris but also by the knowledge 
that she held absolute power over me to do what she 
commanded. I was her slave, her fuck toy. I was just a 
tongue for licking and a cock for riding.

***

It was well after dark when we arrived home and the 
street was empty. She gathered up my clothes and 
commanded that I open the door and hand her out. I 
stepped stark naked from the car. The evening breezes 
cooled my inflamed cock as she took my hand and pulled 
herself out of the car. She strode deliberately to our 
front door as I walked along behind her on my leash with 
my cock jutting forward. Behind us the limo pulled away.

Once inside the house she threw my clothes in a corner, 
unhooked the leash and commanded, "Fetch me a glass of 
red wine." I hurried to the kitchen and returned to find 
her sitting in a chair. I handed her the wine. "Assume 
the position, slave!" I spread my legs, thrust my pelvis 
slightly forward and put my hands behind my head with 
elbows back. She slowly and deliberately moved her eyes 
possessively over my body, enjoying the sight of the cock 
that she now owned and the body she could use as she 
wished.

"I believe it is time you paid the price for cumming 
without permission. " "Yes Mistress." "Remember, you 
exist for my pleasure, not your own. You only cum when I 
allow it and when I tell you to cum, you'd better do so. 
Do you understand slave." "Yes, Mistress." She put the 
wine glass down next to her chair. "Over my knees to 
receive punishment!" I bent over and lay across her lap. 
The slippery fabric of her dress thrilled and hardened my 
cock. She put one hand possessively on my back and with 
the other fondled my ass. When this no longer amused her 
she reached down and cupped my balls and then stroked my 
cock.

She began to spank me. She didn't try to hurt me, just to 
humiliate me by reducing me to a naughty boy being 
spanked by his baby-sitter. She alternated blows with 
caresses and slowly began to strike harder, her hand 
making a loud slapping noise when it hit my ass-flesh. My 
balls bobbled with each blow and my cock moved against 
the satin getting ever harder. The spanking was hard 
enough to be demeaning but gentle enough to be infinitely 
arousing. After a few minutes she stopped and commanded 
me to kneel before her again. Up came the skirt panel and 
I went back to work nibbling her clit. "Now remember to 
obey in the future or it will be a harder and longer 
punishment." "Yes, Mistress," I humbly responded.

After she had a few more orgasms, she commanded me to the 
bedroom again. She had me put a waterproof sheet on top 
of the satin spread and again tied me spread-eagled. She 
eyed me evilly as she removed her clothes, posing with 
the dress over her head and her tits pulled high. She 
slowly removed her stockings, looking me in the eye as 
she caressed her cunt before rolling down each stocking 
slowly and erotically.

When she was stripped, she said. "I haven't had my 
dessert." She removed a bottle of "Hershey's Syrup" from 
the bedside table. She squirted some on each of my 
nipples and coated my cock and balls. Then she began to 
lick the syrup from my body little by little as I 
squirmed with pleasure and helplessness as she took the 
chocolate and her pleasure from my body. She lapped the 
chocolate from my balls, then started on my cock. In 
spite of the fact that I had already cum three times in 
three hours my cock was responding. After she had gotten 
most of the chocolate from my cock, she took the whole 
thing into her mouth and worked her lips up and down on 
the full length while sucking and tonguing to get every 
particle of flavor. 

Just as I thought I might explode, she stopped, retrieved 
the chocolate bottle and squirted syrup on her tits and 
cunt. "Just this once, you can eat too." She pushed her 
cunt onto my mouth and I began to lap and suck the sweet 
syrup from her even sweeter twat. She came and came 
again. She seemed an animal capable of infinite orgasms. 
If I hadn't experienced it I wouldn't have believed it 
could happen. After several orgasms she tired of this 
sport and impaled her twat on my now throbbing cock.

As she did she leaned over and shoved one tit toward my 
mouth and I began to lick and swallow as fast as I could 
while she stroked my cock with the walls of her cunt. I 
have never known chocolate to taste as good as this. The 
flavor was infinitely enhanced by the fact that I was 
lapping it from gorgeous tit flesh and sucking it off of 
erect nipples. The stimulus to my cock also enhanced the 
flavor. The chocolate on both tits was soon removed and 
she was again coming in loud crescendos of pleasure.

I was ready when she finally commanded, "Fill my cunt 
with your jizz, slave boy! Flood me with your cum!" I 
didn't need a second command. For the fourth time that 
evening my balls erupted forcing jizz through my balls 
into her sopping and eager cunt. I screamed and bucked as 
she rode me hard in a final scream of pleasure.

***

She untied me and had me remove the chocolate smeared 
rubber sheet. My cock was done for the day-or at least so 
I thought. She commanded me to fetch a glass of water and 
when I returned she handed me a blue pill. It was, I 
knew, Viagra. I took it as commanded. 

"Slave, you are now going to give me a massage. You are 
to spend an hour doing so, so pace yourself accordingly. 
Rub every part of me with the reverence my body expects 
from a miserable, cunt-lapping slave boy." "Yes, 
Mistress," I said. She lay face down on the bed her head 
cradled in her arms.

I crawled next to her and on my knees opened the jar of 
massage cream. I took a good dollop and started to work 
it into her shoulders and neck kneading firmly, but 
gently and ever so luxuriously. I used the bedside clock 
as a guide and spent 15 minutes massaging her from her 
neck to her waist. Then I moved down to her left leg and 
spent another ten minutes working slowly from her toes to 
her cunt. Whenever my hand would reach the top of her leg 
I would rub against her clit. I spent a similar period on 
her right leg and then moved to her firm, rounded ass. I 
massaged it for a full ten minutes before Mistress rolled 
over and presented her front for treatment.

I spent 5 minutes on each leg working from her toes to 
her clit. I rubbed in long, slow strokes and made sure to 
give regular attention to her clit. I moved up toward her 
head and tenderly massaged her nose, forehead, chin, 
cheeks and every part of her dear and beautiful face. I 
then took one hand and placed it on my chest and slowly 
and lingeringly massaged one arm. As I started on the 
second arm I began to notice that my forehead felt tight 
and I sensed a shift in the color of the candles. The 
Viagra was taking effect.

I finished her second arm and began to gently rub her 
belly with frequent wayward trips to rub her cunt. As the 
hour ended I liberally coated her tits with cream and 
began to massage them. My cock had begun to stiffen. When 
I bent down to suck her nipples, Mistress grasped my cock 
and began to pump it. The Viagra took effect and my cock 
was soon stiff and hard. It felt huge.

Mistress was beginning to squirm from my ministrations 
and when I thought my cock could get no harder nor any 
bigger she commanded. "Fuck my cunt with your huge cock!" 
I climbed on top of her and she slipped my cock into her 
cunt. I slipped it deep into her juicy, grasping cunt and 
slid in and out. In and out, over and over. Never had my 
cock felt so hard and so huge. I pumped and pumped and 
she screamed with pleasure time after time. Finally she 
commanded me "Fill my cunt with your jizz!" I exploded in 
wave after wave of exhilarating pleasure.

I lifted off of her and she rolled over, pointed to a 
note by the side of the bed and settled down to sleep. 
The note said 

"You have made a good start slave. Tuck me in, and then 
sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed in case I need 
your body during the night. You are to awake at 6 to 
shower and shave. Then you are to prepare my breakfast 
and have it on the bedside table at precisely 7. At that 
time you are to remove the covers from my body and awaken 
me by licking my cunt. When I am awake, we will proceed 
with your second day of training as a cunt-slave."




PART II--Saturday

I awoke just after 6 a little stiff from sleeping on the 
floor. I had apparently been dreaming or the after-
effects of the Viagra were still potent. I had a good 
erection. I rose quietly so as not to disturb Mistress 
and crept to the guest bath where, as instructed, I 
shaved and showered.

I went naked to the kitchen and prepared Mistress' 
breakfast of Coffee, OJ and a toasted bagel with cream 
cheese. I felt very sensual moving around the kitchen 
while naked and sporting an aroused cock. I anticipated a 
long morning so I ate while I could. After brushing my 
teeth, I arranged the breakfast on a serving tray and 
decorated it with a bud vase containing one of the roses 
I had purchased the day before. At that time I had 
expected a traditional birthday celebration. What had 
happened was anything but that. My cock stirred at the 
memory of the night before.

It was almost 7. I carried the tray to Mistress' room. 
The room was bathed in the soft orange light of morning. 
Mistress was sleeping (or feigning to sleep) on her back 
and was beautiful in repose. The top satin sheet was 
molded to her body and her nipples were obviously erect 
beneath the sheet. The sight further aroused my cock.

As I had been ordered, I put the breakfast tray on the 
bedside table and gently removed the sheet from atop 
Mistress' body. She was a glorious sight spread before 
me. Her luxurious red hair was spread across the green 
satin of her pillow. Her tits were rounded and desirable 
on her chest. Her neatly trimmed cunt bush didn't quite 
cover the pink of her cunt between her slightly spread 
legs.

I climbed slowly and carefully onto the bed so as not to 
startle her. As she had commanded me the night before, I 
started to lick and kiss her cunt. Slowly she began to 
move and then she spread her legs wider. I moved between 
them and worked my head towards her cunt where I began to 
lick and suck in earnest. Soon she was really awake, her 
legs wide apart and cunt gaping. I zeroed in on her clit 
and licked it with enthusiasm. She began to moan and 
suddenly wrapped her legs tightly around my head ramming 
my mouth deep into her twat. I sucked and lapped and she 
came with a scream of delight.

When she came down from her high, I said "Good morning, 
Mistress. Your breakfast is served." She glanced at the 
clock and said "Slave boy, you were thirty seconds late. 
I will punish you later." I was thrilled at the prospect, 
thinking she would spank me as she had before.

She pulled herself to a sitting position with her head 
against the pillows on the headboard and her legs wide 
apart. She picked up her orange juice and started to sip. 
"Continue to lick my clit, cunt slave!" I went back to 
work lapping and sucking. My cock was getting harder all 
the time. 

She came as she finished her orange juice and came 
between halves of her bagel. By the time she had finished 
her coffee she had cum six times since waking. She was an 
incredible sex machine and I was thrilled to be her cunt 
slave. I was in heaven and my cock loved it. It was 
raging.

After she finished her breakfast she stretched her body, 
thrusting her magnificent tits up and out and commanded 
"on your back, slave. Keep your hands to yourself unless 
I tell you otherwise or I'll tie you up next time and 
won't let you cum." I lay on my back and she straddled my 
cock and once again impaled her velvety wet cunt around 
my rock hard pole. She leaned forward and demanded that I 
lick her nipples. I did so happily and industriously.

She came several more times and finally demanded "Fill my 
cunt with your jizz, slave." "Yes, Mistress," I mumbled 
around my mouthful of tit-flesh. With a few more strokes 
my body arched and my balls geysered cum through my cock 
into her ravening twat. I had agreed to be her slave for 
48 hours. If this is what being her slave meant I was 
ready to commit myself to a lifetime of such service.

 "Prepare my shower." I hurried to the bathroom adjusting 
the shower temperature to what I knew she liked. She 
stepped in and commanded, "Keep lapping my cunt as you 
wash me, slave!"

I grabbed the soap and got into the stall with her. I got 
on my knees and placed my lips against her cunt and 
started worshipping her clit with my lips and tongue. The 
tile floor was hard on my knees but I didn't care. She 
ground her face against me. I lathered her back with the 
bar of soap and used my other hand to move the lather 
around. I moved down and did the same for her ass, even 
running the soap into her crack and over her asshole. I 
then did her legs. I sucked the whole while. She had a 
few minor orgasms, but her need to retain her balance 
kept her from full enjoyment. When I finished her 
backside I started in on her front. It was awkward 
because I had to hold my hands behind the plane of my 
head, which was busy sucking. I managed however to give 
devoted attention to cleaning her tits and belly.

She pulled away from my mouth and commanded, "Wash my 
cunt!" I lathered the object of my recent devotion and 
then the water flowing over her body sluiced it clean. 
"Check that it is clean and soap free!" she demanded. I 
put my lips back to the specified region and lapped and 
sucked. "Your cunt is clean, Mistress," I reported.

She stepped out of the tub and I hurried after her to dry 
her body. "On your knees and keep lapping. I'm learning 
to enjoy this." As best I could while lapping and sucking 
I dried her body with my usual attention to her ass and 
tits. When she was satisfied she led me back into the 
bedroom. I was eager to have her wrap her cunt around my 
cock again. I would have to wait.

***

Mistress had me put the rubber sheet on the bed and then 
bound me spread-eagled as she had twice before. I still 
anticipated that she would ride my cock, which was well 
recovered from its earlier eruption. To my surprise, she 
reached into a drawer and removed shaving cream and a 
razor. She lathered my groin liberally and started 
shaving around my cock and balls. "I'm tired of all that 
hair obscuring my property. I want my naked, cunt-slave, 
naked!" She efficiently and painlessly soon had my cock 
and balls as naked as the day I was born. She spread some 
aloe lotion on the area to minimize chafing and burning 
and this felt so good my cock became seriously hard. It 
was ready to go again. 

She let me up and dragged me to the bathroom where she 
stood me in the tub and slathered depilatory over the 
rest of me from the neck down. Even my armpits! She made 
me stand there while it worked. It burned! But I remained 
"in the position" with legs apart, cock forward and hands 
behind my head. When she was satisfied that enough time 
had elapsed she had me rinse down. Now all of me was as 
hairless as my cock and balls.

When I was dry she handed me a tube of lotion to apply to 
my whole body. It was soothing and made my whole body 
gleam. When I caught my reflection in the mirror I was 
amazed at the effect. My hard cock and naked, gleaming 
body made me feel like the epitome of cunt-slaves.

I knelt again before my Mistress' cunt and lapped and 
sucked. She decided she could enjoy herself more on her 
back, so she lay on the bed and I knelt between her legs 
and she had orgasm after orgasm while my cock got harder 
and harder.

She made me stand and tied my arms to the heavy-duty 
plant hanger. It was anchored securely to the ceiling. My 
arms were stretched above me and again I was helpless, a 
naked slave before his Mistress. My cock and balls were 
at her mercy. She straddled my cock with her cunt and 
drove herself to two quick orgasms before she let me have 
relief. I flooded her cunt in a prolonged and shuddering 
orgasm. It felt like I drove quarts of my jizz into her 
cunt. 

When I was spent she got off of my cock and backed away 
with a smile of triumph. She circled me admiring her 
slave. Then she pulled a shift over her body, and donned 
some slip-ons. The shift was of thin material and hugged 
her body and emphasized her nipples. If anything she was 
sexier with that dress on than completely naked because I 
knew what was underneath. And so did my cock, which is 
more strongly connected to my imagination than to my 
eyes.

She walked around me fondling me possessively and then 
announced, "I'm going shopping. You are being punished. I 
shall be back in an hour." With a last squeeze of my 
balls and a stroke of my cock she left the room and the 
apartment.

About an hour later I heard her come in. She went to the 
kitchen and put some things away and then she came 
upstairs and entered the room. "Still here waiting for me 
cunt-slave?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress," I responded. My 
cock was rigid. I was eager to get my tongue back against 
her cunt and to plunge the full length of my cock into 
her hot, tight pussy.

"Lunch time," she said. She untied me, snapped the leash 
to my collar and led me down the stairs. Her ass wiggled 
provocatively under her shift. She led me into the 
kitchen where she pointed to a plate of food and bowl of 
water on the floor. "Eat your lunch properly," she 
ordered. I knew what that meant. I got on my hands and 
knees and buried my face in the food while keeping my ass 
high in the air and my legs apart so that Mistress could 
have an unobstructed view of my balls. I ate quickly and 
washed my face in the water.

"Under the table, slave boy." She sat at the table and 
began to eat her own lunch. I crawled under the table and 
lapped her cunt and clit while she slowly finished her 
lunch. Her eating was interrupted several times by her 
orgasms. It was only one o'clock and she had cum several 
dozen times since 7. I had already cum seven times in 
less than 24 hours and was desperate to cum again. I 
could never have dreamt that either of us was capable of 
such quantities of sex. The quality was fantastic too.

***

Mistress stood up from the kitchen table. "Time for your 
spanking, I think," she said. Just then there was a quick 
knock on the front door, which opened and I heard Brenda, 
our neighbor, holler "Hey, anybody home? Where's the 
birthday girl?" Mistress smiled and said to me "Guess 
you'll have to wait. Stay here!" She gave me a 
proprietary swat on the ass and walked from the kitchen 
calling "Hello yourself, birthday girl." Both women have 
the same birthday. This is part of the bond between them. 
Brenda and her husband, Tom, always celebrated the girls' 
birthday with us as a foursome. Not this year I guessed.

"How are you doing, Brenda," Mistress asked, "Having a 
good birthday?" "Oh," said Brenda, "I'm really down. Tom, 
that sonofabitch, has apparently forgotten it's my 
birthday today and has gone off with his buddies to play 
golf. How can husbands be so thoughtless?" "That's 
terrible," Mistress sympathized.

"I'll bet Bill didn't forget your birthday," she 
continued. "No, he didn't," Mistress, responded. From the 
kitchen I could hear the happiness in her voice. Brenda 
apparently picked up on it. "Oh, tell me. What did he do 
for your birthday? It must be nice." "It is," Mistress 
responded. There was a pregnant pause, then "Tell you 
what, I'll show you. Have a seat. I'll be right back."

I nearly fainted. She was going to show me to Brenda? I 
couldn't believe it. But then I realized that the thought 
of being "forced" to show my naked body to Brenda was 
exhilarating. My cock stiffened even more. Mistress came 
in and said, "Show time naughty slave boy." She connected 
the leash to my dog collar. She led me into the living 
room. When Brenda saw me she gasped. "What in the 
world...? Why is Bill like that?"


"That's the present Bill gave me. He gave me a slave for 
the weekend. Right now that's not my husband, or even 
Bill. He is just my sex slave." Wow!" said Brenda and 
continued to stare. I was humiliated on one level and my 
face flushed. But on a deeper level I was thrilled to be 
on display as a sex object. I knew that my body, although 
not buffed, is attractive. My cock is only average in 
size, but shaved and hard as it was I was proud of how I 
must appear. My cock twitched. "I think he's glad to see 
you." Mistress said with a leer.

Brenda tried to stop staring at my cock and finally 
averted her eyes altogether. Mistress noted. "Hey, 
Brenda. He's a slave. He's there for my pleasure and that 
of my friends. You can look at him all you want. Fondle 
him if you want to." Speaking to me as she unsnapped the 
leash "Assume the position in front of Mistress Brenda." 
I walked close to Brenda's chair and stood facing her 
with cock forward, legs apart and hands behind my head. 
Brenda relaxed a little and began to examine me. "Check 
out his ass," said Mistress. "Turn around slave." I 
presented my ass to Brenda.

Brenda is just a kid-maybe 19 and has been married for 
less than a year to Tom. She's a fine piece. She's short 
but has great knockers and a cute butt. She likes to show 
them off too, because she usually wears clothes that 
emphasize these endowments. Today was no exception. She 
was wearing a short tennis skirt and a tight scoop-necked 
tee shirt without bra. Protruding nipples have a way of 
engorging my cock, and hers protruded.

Brenda continued to stare. Mistress sat in the other 
chair and had me turn around so that they both had a 
clear view of my steel-hard cock. "Why is he shaved?" 
asked Brenda. "Because I wanted an unobstructed view of 
what I own, " said Mistress. "Gaahd!" said Brenda still 
coping with the concept of one neighbor as a sex slave 
and the other as a slave owner.

"What do you have him do?" asked Brenda. "Whatever I 
want," said Mistress. "For example?" asked Brenda. "Well, 
let me tell you about how things have gone so far. Last 
night he met me naked on his knees. He undressed me and 
then gave me a bath. While I was in the tub I made him 
masturbate in front of me." "You made him what?" 
ejaculated Brenda. "I made him whackoff. I thought I'd 
find it amusing and it was. He really made a mess that he 
had to clean up afterwards." "You're kidding!" "Nope." 
said Mistress, "he's my slave and he does what I want." 
"Gaahd, I wish I'd seen that." "I can have him 
demonstrate again for you if you want." Brenda, still 
uncomfortable backed down quickly. "No, just kidding". 
But she wasn't sure she was kidding.

"What else did you make him do?" "He's spent a lot of 
time since last night learning to lick my clitoris." 
"Wow!" She thought about that for a moment and then shyly 
asked, "What does that feel like?" "It's fabulous. It 
would feel good if my husband did it, but when it's a 
slave that you are forcing to do it, the power rush and 
the sexual rush combine to an incredible high." Brenda 
said plaintively, "I wish I could get Tom to lick my 
clit."

"All you have to do is demand it," Mistress said. "I've 
asked but he just wants me to suck his cock". "Girl," 
said Mistress, "you need a little assertiveness 
training." I almost smiled. Mistress was now the most 
assertive woman I knew, but before last night she 
presented as meek and mild. I began wondering what had 
triggered the change.

"Does he have intercourse with you?" asked Brenda. "You 
mean does he fuck me? No, I fuck him," countered 
Mistress. "I use his body, not the other way around. I 
ride his cock when it pleases me, otherwise I make him 
lick and suck my cunt."

Thinking perhaps that she was changing the subject, 
Brenda asked, "I heard you guys go out last night. Did 
you have fun?" "It was great," said Mistress. We had a 
limo and I made him lap me all the way to the restaurant 
with his pants around his knees and stroking his cock. At 
the restaurant I wouldn't let him eat or drink. I made 
him diddle me and stroke himself under the table. I came 
four times on the way to dinner and twice in the 
restaurant. I made him cum under the table and then led 
him out on my leash. He looked a sight with jizz-stains 
on his pants."

Brenda's jaw had dropped to her chin in wonder. "On the 
ride back," Mistress continued, "I made him strip 
completely and suck me all the way home. I made him walk 
in from the curb stark naked, bare-cock to the breezes. 
And boy did he have a hard-on by then."

"I made him eat chocolate syrup from my cunt and tits and 
made him give me an hour-long full body massage before I 
let him sleep on the floor by my bed. This morning he 
woke me with cuntlapping, sucked me while I ate breakfast 
and then kept it up while he washed me in the shower."

"What a birthday present!" Brenda said. "How much longer 
is he going to be your slave?" "Until tomorrow night at 6 
answered Mistress. Between now and then my cunt is going 
to be very, very happy."

***

Brenda mused for a moment. "That damned Tom didn't even 
remember my birthday. I'd sure like to make him a slave 
for even a day." "Then go for it," said Mistress. "Oh he 
wouldn't do it," said Brenda. "He will if you handle him 
right", countered Mistress. "What do you mean?" asked 
Brenda.

"When he comes home be real pissed. Lay a real guilt trip 
on him. At some point he's bound to say something like 
'I'll make it up to you.' You say 'How?' and whatever he 
comes up with you dismiss as worthless. Finally he'll say 
something like 'I'll do anything you want, Brenda, just 
don't be mad'. Then you bear down 'you don't really mean 
that. You wouldn't do just anything I want.' He'll say, 
'sure I will, just tell me.' You go back and forth a few 
times like this and then you say 'Okay, I want you to 
spend from now to Sunday night doing everything I tell 
you to. You will be my slave.' At that point he'll 
probably renege. You then storm out of the room really 
pissed saying 'I said you wouldn't do what I wanted.' 
He'll finally cave and say 'All right, I'll do it.' You 
must then seize the moment. 'Okay then show me. Strip 
naked and get on your knees.'"

"If he complies, and he probably will, you've got him. 
Take it from there one-step at a time. He'll undoubtedly 
enjoy himself although he may not realize it to begin 
with. Most men like to be dominated sexually by a woman. 
Make sure that he gets to cum often enough so that he 
doesn't rebel. Once he's been in the role for a while you 
can do anything you want to him." I recognized this final 
advice. It had sure worked on me. Mistress had drained my 
balls five times last night and made me a deliriously 
happy cunt slave. Now, even after being frustrated for 
much of the morning, I had no urge to rebel.

Brenda said, "I don't know if I could." "Brenda," said 
Mistress, "Stop being a wuss. Tom's forgotten your 
birthday and you should be pissed enough to demand he 
give you what my husband gave me voluntarily." "But I 
don't know if I can carry it off," said Brenda. "If I 
can, you can," said Mistress.

"Let's give you a little experience. My slave was late 
getting breakfast to me. For that he is about to be 
spanked. If you help me it will demean him and make the 
punishment better. It will also help you gain 
confidence." I was mortified and excited at the thought 
of being spanked in front of Brenda. She was awed "You 
mean you're going to spank him and you want me to watch?" 
"Not quite," said Mistress. "I'm going to spank him while 
you watch and learn how to do it. Then you'll spank him 
while I watch and critique your effort." I was stunned, 
but once again the twitching of my cock convinced me I 
liked the idea.

"Over my knees, slave," said Mistress. I draped myself 
across her lap with my naked ass vulnerable and exposed. 
As before she didn't just spank me but added the 
humiliating but exhilarating familiarities of fondling my 
ass and stroking my balls and cock. This time she even 
tweaked my nipples. She began to spank me with just that 
stroke that was humiliating and punishing but not so 
painful that it wasn't arousing. She interrupted her work 
occasionally to play possessively with my body. Arranged 
as I was I could see an expression of wonder on Brenda's 
face. Judging by the flush she was developing she was 
aroused by the thought that her turn was about to come. 
Her nipples had hardened and lengthened and threatened to 
poke through her tight, tee shirt.

When Mistress was done, she commanded "Slave, kneel 
before Mistress Brenda and beg her to spank you for being 
naughty." "Yes, Mistress," I said. I crawled to Mistress 
Brenda and knelt before her. I knew my role well by now. 
I knelt with my back straight and my knees well apart so 
that my throbbing cock was in plain view. I hung my head 
and in a begging voice said "Mistress Brenda, I have been 
a naughty slave and deserve punishment. Please spank me."

"All right," said Brenda weakly. "No, no," said Mistress. 
"Come on Brenda. You're a mistress. Demand he get over 
lap." Her voice strengthened somewhat but she was still 
not in the role. "Get over my knees, naughty slave." I 
climbed on her lap and she mimicked Mistress actions. But 
the touch was very different. Where Mistress fondled and 
stroked with the assurance of ownership, Brenda's touch 
was tentative and nervous. "For God's Sake, Brenda, he's 
a slave. Take pleasure from his body. Grab, squeeze, 
fondle! While he's on your lap he's your slave. Use him!"

Her touch firmed and then she began spanking me. Timidly 
at first but with encouragement from Mistress she picked 
up her blows. When she stopped to play with my body I 
sensed a growing confidence. Mistress encouraged her to 
keep going and soon she was very confident. Her blows 
were significantly stronger than Mistress delivered and I 
began to squirm as my ass warmed. The sensation of my 
cock grinding into her lap drove Brenda even farther and 
finally Mistress made her stop. "I think you're getting 
it. Slave, run, don't walk to the bathroom and bring back 
a towel. Hurry I want to see those balls bounce. Wait 
upstairs until I call you and then bounce those balls on 
the way back down." "Yes Mistress," I said as I trotted 
to the stairs, cock out and balls bouncing beneath.

I could hear low voices as they conversed. I couldn't 
make out what they were saying but it was clear that 
Mistress was convincing Brenda of what she must do next. 
After a few minutes I was called back down stairs and I 
came quickly bouncing my balls for their pleasure. 
Mistress said, "Slave, do what Mistress Brenda commands." 
"Yes, Mistress," I said and turned to Brenda.

With the assurance born of spanking me she commanded. 
"Lay the towel out flat before me, slave!" "Yes, 
Mistress," as I complied. "Kneel before me!" "Yes, 
Mistress." I knelt in the appropriate position. My cock 
thought it knew what was coming but it was wrong, at 
least temporarily. I looked up as Brenda stepped toward 
me. I was amazed and thrilled to note that she had 
removed the panties from beneath her short skirt. Her 
cunt was inches from my face. "Lap my clit, cunt-slave," 
she said with almost convincing authority. Surprised as I 
was, I knew that my Mistress wanted me to do it and so I 
stuck my tongue out, found the nubbin and started 
licking. I found it interesting that the size, texture 
and taste were different than that of my Mistress. Brenda 
stood there taking it for a few minutes and then suddenly 
began to convulse. To steady herself she grabbed my head 
and rammed her cunt into my face. From the corner of my 
eye I could see Mistress fingering her cunt as she too 
came.

When Brenda recovered she stepped back. As she 
straightened it was like watching an actor pretending 
that an alien was taking over her body. She seemed to 
grow before my eyes; she began to radiate authority and 
power. With a newfound voice of command she shouted, "Now 
grab that cock and show me jizz!" I grabbed my cock and 
started pumping. It didn't take long. I squirted pulse 
after pulse of my pent-up jizz onto the towel. Brenda and 
Mistress watched me with detached and debasing interest. 
When I was finished, Brenda commanded "Clean up and stand 
in the corner."

She turned to Mistress with a radiant expression on her 
face. "Beth, that was great! Thanks for the education. It 
won't take me long now to bring Tom to heel or," she 
giggled, "I should say, to knee. Why don't we eat in for 
dinner tonight? Our slaves can serve us and then provide 
entertainment." "Grand idea," said Mistress. "See you at 
six." Brenda grabbed her panties and went home.

***

Mistress ordered me to clean the house for our guests. 
She grabbed a beer and sat back enjoying the view as her 
naked-slave houseboy vacuumed the living room rug and 
straightened up. She had me set the table for two and 
then made me clean up the kitchen. Every once in a while 
she would beckon me over and have me kneel and lap her to 
another orgasm.

When the apartment was ready she had me lie down on the 
floor and she rode my mouth for what seemed like hours 
cumming time after time. She shed her shift and had me 
suck her nipples. I was getting very hard again and eager 
to bury my cock in her hot pussy.

Mistress came to the same conclusion and impaled herself, 
sliding her deliciously slippery cunt down over my eager 
rod. She bottomed out and started riding with the usual 
warning about not cumming. She had been pumping for a few 
minutes and had experienced two orgasms when there came a 
quick knock. Brenda burst into the room, and oblivious to 
the sight before her blurted, "It worked, Beth, it 
worked! He's my slave!" 

She then realized what she had interrupted. "Oops, sorry! 
Didn't mean to interrupt." With great savoire-faire 
Mistress said, "You haven't, I'm still riding him." She 
kept working my rod and said to Brenda "Great! So that 
means that they'll be two of them to entertain us later. 
I'll be finished here in a few minutes. Find something 
for Tom to do and let's go shopping. There are things we 
need for the rest of the weekend." Brenda smiled, "Yah, 
good idea. I'll be ready in fifteen minutes. Slave, give 
me a kiss goodbye!" She squatted over me and thrust her 
twat against my mouth. I stuck out my tongue to lick her 
clit, but I had just brushed it when she laughed and 
scooted out the door.

Mistress rode me hard for another five minutes and then 
commanded "Cum, cunt slave. Fill my pussy with your 
jizz." I needed no further encouragement. My body arched 
as my balls sent a huge load of jizz into her steaming 
cunt. It was amazing, but it seemed that each time I came 
I was generating more jizz, not less.

Mistress made me sit in a chair and tied me up with my 
hand on my cock. "I don't want you going anywhere. You 
may play with yourself. When I get back I want to see 
your cock hard, but I don't want to see any stains 
indicating you had an unauthorized cum." She put on her 
shift and some slip-ons and left.

About an hour later Mistress returned. My cock was hard 
as commanded. She swept in carrying a huge bundle of 
packages and carried them upstairs. I heard her storing 
them away. Then she returned and looked me over 
arrogantly staring particularly at my cock. "I see you've 
behaved. Too bad." She pulled her shift over her head and 
pushed my chair and me over onto our backs. She then 
straddled my face and demanded I lick. After enjoying 
herself for several orgasms she untied me and had me lie 
on the floor while she rode me without letting me cum.

She led the way upstairs where we repeated the bath 
procedures of the previous evening. I drew the bath while 
she fondled me and then stood in the position while she 
soaked. I whacked off for her amusement and then scrubbed 
her body with my naked hands savoring every intimate 
spot. As a surprise she had me shave her cunt, which I 
did very carefully with interruptions to lap shaving 
cream from her clit. My cock loved the new look. 

I helped her dress. She had me apply lipstick to her 
nipples and her cunt lips. I was ordered to suck them 
first to prepare them. She made up her face while I stood 
where she could admire my hardening equipment. When her 
face and hair were ready she had me assist her in putting 
on the gown she planned to wear to dinner. It was in the 
style of a formal gown with empire bodice and long skirt, 
but the similarity stopped there. It was in all-but 
transparent material of emerald hue that left very little 
to the imagination. Especially since her cunt and nipples 
had been highlighted by the lipstick.

She put on a necklace and dangling earrings and then 
stepped into high heels that I held for her. She stood 
before me and had me kneel. "How do I look?" she asked. 
"Wonderful, Mistress." "I can tell you are being 
truthful," she said looking down at my hard cock. Indeed 
she was the stuff of wet dreams and I was living one.

"You must now get ready." She supervised me as I shaved 
closely and showered. She had me reshave my crotch so 
that it was smooth. She had me coat myself with an oil 
that gave my body a bronze sheen. She then gave me 
another Viagra "I don't want you making a poor impression 
this evening."

She led me down stairs and I poured her a glass of wine, 
which she sipped while strolling around the room. I, of 
course, stood "in the position" facing her for easy 
viewing and fondling. A few minutes later there was a 
knock at the door and Mistress commanded me to answer it. 
There were Tom and Mistress Brenda. Tom was stark naked 
with a roaring hard-on and he had already been shaved-
Brenda moved quickly. He was not, however oiled. I was 
glad to see that his equipment was not larger than my 
own-I had been worried about invidious comparisons. 
Brenda was an eyeful. She was dressed much like Mistress 
in the style of gown suitable for formal public 
occasions, but made in a material meant for the privacy 
of the bedroom. Her nipples and pubic hair were very 
apparent. It was also apparent that she had not used 
lipstick on her nipples or her cunt. Mistress was still 
ahead of her in that department.

Tom moved into the room looking very embarrassed and 
uncertain. Mistress moved imperiously toward him. Brenda 
commanded him, "Assume the position, Slave". Mistress 
walked slowly around him. "So this is your slave, 
Mistress Brenda. Not bad. Good ass," she said as she 
fondled his cheeks. "Nice balls," as she fondled his 
testicles. "Nice cock," as she firmly grabbed his tool 
and gave it a couple of pumps. "Has he learned to suck?" 
"Yes he has," answered Mistress Brenda. "Is he as good as 
my slave?" asked Mistress. "Try him out," suggested 
Mistress Brenda.

Mistress moved to a chair and sat. As she sat the folds 
of her gown parted to each side and her lipsticked cunt 
was fully exposed. "Kneel before me, Slave," she 
commanded Tom. He didn't need a second invitation. He got 
to his knees before her gaping cunt and instantly obeyed 
the command "Suck my clit!" He buried his face in her 
twat and I could see his head working furiously. Mistress 
came with one orgasm. "I'm feeling left out," said 
Mistress Brenda. "Help yourself to my slave," said my 
Mistress. Brenda sat and her dress split much like 
Mistress'. I knelt and lapped. Both Mistresses started 
having orgasm after orgasm. When they'd each had a half 
dozen, they had us stand and commanded us to serve them 
dinner. Tom's face was covered with lipstick from 
Mistress' snatch.

The Mistresses sat at opposite ends of the table. I was 
ordered to fetch the food and Tom the wine. Tom poured 
and then I served their plates. Mistress turned to Tom, 
"Slave, you will replenish our glasses. Stand at the side 
of the table. Lift your cock and balls up and rest them 
on the table where we can enjoy looking at them." Tom 
complied with a "Yes, Mistress." He had to stand on 
tiptoes to get high enough.

Then Mistress commanded me. "Get under the table. Lap me 
until I cum and then move to Mistress Brenda. Keep doing 
this until you are told to stop." I crawled beneath the 
table to face Mistress' gaping and gown-framed cunt. I 
started lapping with all the expertise I could muster. 
When she came I turned around and laved Mistress Brenda 
to an orgasm. Then back to Mistress.

After awhile Tom and I were commanded to change roles. It 
was strange but exciting to have my cock and balls lying 
on the table within easy reach of the two mistresses who 
would reach over and squeeze them arrogantly as the mood 
struck.

***

After dinner the Mistresses moved to the dining room with 
their coffee where they reclined in chairs with us on our 
knees, our tongues working vigorously. "It is time you 
learned about your duties for the rest of the evening."

"We have invited some friends over. They are expecting to 
find naked men for entertainment so they will not be 
startled to see you like this. Tom looked stunned. I was 
momentarily startled but then thrilled. Mistress was 
proving to have an uncanny ability to make me do things 
that yesterday morning I would have thought I would hate 
but that I now knew where just what I wanted. The idea of 
being the naked entertainment for the enjoyment of a 
bunch of women was thrilling. My cock hardened and I 
realized the Viagra was doing very nicely.

You will both kneel facing the door. When you hear a 
knock you will call 'Please come in, Mistress'".

"One of you will know each woman. The one of you who 
knows the woman will make the following statement:

'Mistress Blank, our owners bid you welcome. They have 
ordered us to serve you in any way you command. If we do 
not please you, she expects you to spank us. Our mouths, 
lips, tongues and cocks are yours to use as you wish. 
Mistress only asks that you enjoy yourself.'"

"Four women will be coming. When all have been greeted 
you will serve drinks and canap‚s. You will circulate 
throughout the evening staying in easy reach of our 
guests. They have been told the dress code is skirt 
without panties. They should have figured out what that 
likely means. Therefore, you should be prepared to 
service their cunts when they command it, but only when 
they command it. If either of you cums without 
permission, you will not be spanked. Instead, you will be 
whipped with a belt and you will eat your cum out of the 
cunt you put it in. Is all that clear." "Yes, Mistress," 
we said together. My cock was throbbing and oozing.


The first three guests were taken aback by our condition 
and didn't quite know what to do. They had expected naked 
men, but apparently, in spite of the no-panty suggestion, 
not ones prepared to suck their twats. They listened to 
our speeches and then moved around us somewhat nervously 
to greet the Mistresses and the other guests. One was 
bold enough to look over our cocks, but that was it.

When the last guest came through the door I was dismayed. 
It was the women we referred to at work as "The Ice 
Queen" when being polite and "The Frigid Bitch" when we 
weren't. She stepped into the room and looked 
commandingly down at us. She is a very tall woman of over 
6 feet. She was wearing high heels, which made her even 
taller, and she was wearing a short skirt from which 
extended legs of amazing length. She was wearing a tight 
tee shirt of very thin cotton and her nipples poked out. 
You know by now how I react to protruding nipples.

"She listened impatiently to our spiel and when we 
finished she said to me "Nice to see you on your knees 
where you belong, you arrogant prick. I didn't think I 
would so lucky as to find you as the entertainment. I 
suppose the other guests haven't had the guts to use you 
properly." With that she grabbed my head and forced it to 
her twat. "Start sucking," she commanded. She was a 
natural mistress. Before the night was over I expected to 
have been used and abused by her thoroughly. I looked 
forward to it. My cock raged.

When she had a nice cum, she let go of me and moved into 
the room. She wished the mistresses a happy birthday and 
greeted the other guests. She commented to Mistress "I'm 
glad to see that they're not just for decoration. I may 
have some ideas for their use later, if you'll oblige 
me." "Of course," said Mistress and Mistress Brenda 
almost simultaneously. It was going to prove an 
interesting night.

I circulated around the room carrying drinks on a small 
tray. I was careful to keep the tray from obscuring views 
of my cock. The Mistresses had ordered me to prepare a 
particularly potent batch of Planter's Punch and as 
expected the guests drank more alcohol than they might 
otherwise. They became very uninhibited. Within a half 
hour most of the women were copping a feel of my ass when 
I passed. Tom was getting a similar treatment. Soon they 
were playing with our cocks and balls.

About an hour into the party, Ice Queen appropriated a 
chair and sat legs akimbo. She beckoned to Tom. "I think 
we've had enough food for a few minutes. Start lapping 
and make it good!" Tom by now was with the program. He 
didn't hesitate but knelt before that beautiful snatch 
and started sucking. The Ice Queen thawed a little with 
three quick orgasms. Before she had cum even a second 
time one of the other women demanded that I suck her cunt 
and I eagerly obliged. During the next hour Tom and I 
sucked all six cunts to at least a total of thirty 
orgasms. I was having the time of my life!

Again it was the Ice Queen who broke through to the next 
level. She had me lie down on my back with my rigid pole 
aimed at the ceiling. She straddled me and started riding 
hard. Within a few strokes her well-primed cunt spasmed 
and she came. As she built up for a second cum, she 
pulled her tee up revealing her fantastic, firm tits and 
shoved them in my face. "Suck, slave." As she reached her 
second cum I heard another of the women order Tom to his 
back and he was soon being ridden hard. That did it. One 
by one they rode our cocks.

We pounded into cunts and sucked tits frenetically. The 
women enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. Each one of them rode 
each of us. It was heaven. My Viagra cock was like steel 
and never had felt so good. Mistress had taught me my 
place as a slave and I managed not to cum, focusing 
instead on giving maximum pleasure.

Tom had not been in service long and sucking on the Ice 
Queen's tits while plumbing her hot snatch was too much 
for him. He screamed and arched and came in wave after 
wave of passion. Mistress Brenda was overjoyed. She 
thundered at Tom. "What did you just do? You were told 
not to cum. Now you'll pay!" 

The Ice Queen rolled over onto her back. Four of the 
remaining women grabbed Tom's arms and legs and forced 
him into a position with his mouth on the Ice Queen's 
cunt. "Started sucking that jizz out," Mistress Brenda 
commanded. One of the women had been wearing a skirt with 
a leather belt. Mistress Brenda borrowed it and shouting, 
"Suck, Slave," with each blow began to whip Tom's exposed 
ass. Tom was helpless. He hollered and squirmed but the 
women held him down. His squirming inflamed the Ice 
Queen. "I'm going to whip you until all that cum is 
swallowed," yelled Brenda and kept whipping with the 
belt. Tom screamed a few more times but realized his 
situation was hopeless. He started lapping. Brenda 
continued whipping Tom for another thirty hard blows 
while the Ice Queen had another three orgasms. With the 
Ice Queen currently satiated and Tom's ass a bright 
scarlet, Brenda stopped. "Get back to a kneeling position 
and lap my cunt," she commanded. Defeated, Tom complied 
and Brenda came with a screaming, shuddering orgasm. 
Power is a wonderful aphrodisiac.

While Tom was lapping, the Ice Queen looked evilly in my 
direction and said. "I didn't like the way you lapped my 
cunt, so I'm going to spank you." God, what a turn-on! I 
had spent many an afternoon at work fantasizing about 
fucking this beautiful bitch and now she was going to 
spank me instead. I draped myself over her lap. My cock 
thrust into her creamy thighs and she began to spank me 
with hard stinging blows. They hurt, but the image I had 
of her swaying tits was sufficient to drive my cock to 
additional hardness. Finally she decided she had had 
enough and pushed me on to the floor.

With everyone but me spent, the party calmed down and 
went back to eating and drinking. About 10:30 someone 
said they probably should go. The Ice Queen said "Hey, 
before you do let's have a jack-off contest." Some of the 
women looked a little confused. "We make them stand in 
front of us and whack off. The first one to come is the 
winner." "That sounds neat. I've never seen a man 
masturbate before." "Nothing like a first time," said 
another. "But what does the winner get?" asked one. "He 
gets to cum of course," said the Ice Queen laughing. 
"What about the loser?" "We'll make him eat the cum of 
the winner," said the Ice Queen gleefully.

It was quickly arranged. The women sat down in row of 
chairs facing us leering, catcalling and making lewd 
remarks. We stood before them in the position. My cock 
was huge, hard and ready. Tom was not as hard as I was. 
He had cum a little while before and he hadn't had 
Viagra. I didn't expect to be eating jizz that evening.

"One, two, three go!" Said the Ice Queen. We reached for 
our cocks and the Ice Queen yelled, "Stop!" We did, 
puzzled. "Change hands. We want to enjoy this for a 
while." She knew cocks. I was used to whacking off right-
handed and felt uncomfortable using my left, but fun is 
fun. Tom and I shifted hands and again the Ice Queen gave 
the start signal. At "three" we started beating. It was 
more difficult to cum with the wrong hand but the feeling 
was still exquisite. Here I was stroking my hard cock 
before an audience of appreciative, horny women. I was in 
heaven.

It was really no contest. After only two minutes my cock 
erupted and pulse after pulse of my jizz flew across the 
room to land on the hardwood floor. As I came, the Ice 
Queen reached out and knocked Tom's hand away from his 
cock. Four women grabbed him as he tried to back away. As 
the last of my jizz arched to the floor Tom was forced 
onto his knees with his head down. Brenda again wielded 
the belt and, after a few hard blows to his still red and 
sensitive ass, Tom resigned himself to the inevitable and 
cleaned my still-hot jizz from the floor.

Mistress moved up to me and squeezing my balls and 
caressing my ass said, "I'm proud of you, cunt-slave. 
That made me horny. Suck me some more." I knelt and 
sucked as Tom continued to lap. The jeering women egged 
him on.

Shortly thereafter the party broke up but not before each 
women got a goodnight lapping from each cunt-slave. Tom 
and Brenda went home. My balls were spent but I was a 
happy man.

Mistress was not yet done with me. She had me clean up 
the mess left by the party while she admired my bouncing 
cock. Then she led me upstairs where I was required to 
give her a goodnight massage like I had the night before. 
By the time I finished, the Viagra had once again driven 
my cock to raging hardness. She rode me vigorously, let 
me cum in her cunt, and drifted off to sleep. As I lay on 
the floor at the foot of her bed I regretted that the 
weekend was almost over.




PART III-Sunday

I awoke at 6 on schedule and crept quietly down to the 
kitchen with my cock at half-mast. I immediately downed a 
Viagra from the supply Mistress had obtained for me. As I 
prepared her breakfast I could hear sounds from the 
adjacent apartment indicating that Tom was probably on 
the same schedule I was.

On Saturday I had noted that Mistress really enjoyed 
using Tom's cock and mouth the few times she had done so. 
I tiptoed to Tom's door and scratched quietly until he 
answered. As I expected he too was naked and at half-
mast. He obviously had the same orders I did. I quietly 
broached the subject of a slave swap and both our cocks 
hardened significantly as we agreed to do it.

He left for my apartment and I silently carried Mistress 
Brenda's breakfast to her room. She was sleeping on her 
back, and the sheet had slipped from her breasts. They 
were as large and shapely as I had remembered. There went 
my cock again. I put down the tray and carefully removed 
the sheet exposing her cunt. I was not particularly 
surprised to discover that sometime after the party her 
cunt had been shaved clean.

My problem was that she was sleeping with her legs 
together. I couldn't crawl onto the bed between them to 
minister to her as she had ordered her slave to do. So 
standing at her side I gently leaned over and began to 
kiss and lap her thighs as close to her cunt-slit as I 
could. As I expected she began to spread her legs.

Just as I was about to climb onto the bed her eyes opened 
and she realized that it was not Tom getting ready to 
suck her pussy. She came fully awake. She kicked at me, 
knocking me to the floor. Before I could recover she had 
jumped out of bed and had a handful of my hair in her 
hand and her cunt inches from my face. She literally 
thundered at me "What do you think you're doing, slave? 
Who ordered you to come here and wake me?" "It was my 
idea, Mistress," I answered. "Slave Tom and I thought you 
and Mistress Beth would enjoy a new slave to awaken you." 
"How dare you think, Slave," roared Mistress Brenda. 
"Your job is not to think, but to obey. You're just a 
piece of meat carrying a tongue and cock for our 
pleasure. You'll both be sorry for this."

I cringed before her anger. "I'm sorry Mistress. I'll 
leave right away and have Slave Tom come back." She 
glared. "You'll do no such thing unless I order it. I'm 
not going to be without a slave even for the time it 
might take him to get back here. You're here and you'll 
serve my cunt. And don't think you'll enjoy it. You have 
not obeyed your commands to awaken your own Mistress and 
by God I'm going to see that as long as you're here 
you'll pay for it. Start sucking, cunt-slave." 

She moved back onto the bed and began her breakfast as I 
frantically followed and tried to keep my mouth sucking 
on her cunt and tonguing her clit. She enjoyed her 
leisurely breakfast and the six orgasms accompanying it. 
My cock wanted relief but it wasn't going to have 
permission to get it.

After she had finished breakfast she tied me to the bed, 
cock up. She retrieved a little jar of marbles from her 
bedside table. "There are thirty marbles in here. Between 
now and 9 o'clock I'm going to ride your cock. Every time 
I cum I'll take one marble out of the jar. If the jar is 
empty before the hour is up, you get to cum. If it isn't, 
then you're going to get on your knees and suck my cunt 
for the remaining marbles while I whip your ass. God help 
you if you cum without permission. You don't even want to 
think about the consequences. I've seen Mistress Beth 
punish you, and she pleasures you more than she punishes 
you. I don't work that way! You don't want to cross me!"

For the first time since Friday night I was worried. I 
had made a big mistake in suggesting to Tom that we swap. 
Mistress Brenda was a bitch!

Mistress Brenda climbed on and began riding. She had no 
trouble achieving her first half dozen orgasms but then 
she began to slow down. An orgasm every two minutes is an 
exhausting pace. While Brenda was insatiable she 
apparently wasn't inexhaustible. She was at twenty with 
only five minutes to go. 

The only reason I had not cum myself was that she had 
really frightened me. Nevertheless, the Viagra coupled 
with the sight of those bouncing boobs before me, and the 
feel of her velvety wet cunt sliding against the length 
of my cock was having its effect. 

She arched her back and grasping her bountiful tits, 
squeezed them and lifted them up for my inspection. "How 
do you like these?" she asked. Wouldn't you like to suck 
them?" I knew that if I did I was lost, but I could only 
say "Yes, Mistress." 

She leaned forward and I took her tit-flesh into my 
gaping, slavering mouth. I sucked and flicked her 
nipples. That did it. The effect on my cock was too 
great. As she had her twenty-second orgasm of the hour I 
came. A night's rest had allowed what seemed like a quart 
of jizz to build in my balls. I arched, I shuddered. I 
came in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure pumping 
wave after wave of hot jizz into her steaming cunt.

"You came! I warned you. First you'll clean my cunt. 
Swallow every drop of that slimy spunk you insolently 
pumped into my cunt." She quickly planted her cunt over 
my mouth. I had never eaten jizz before and I was not 
eager to try. I didn't immediately start sucking. She 
reached back and squeezed my balls hard enough to cause 
me serious pain. "I said 'Suck.' You're in no position to 
argue." I started sucking. I found the taste revolting 
and gagged but kept sucking gamely. "And you'll keep 
sucking until I've had the rest of my orgasms." I sucked 
and swallowed while she had her last eight.

She untied me and dragged me downstairs where she tied me 
across a wing chair. She arranged things so my feet were 
on the floor and my face was at just the level of her 
cunt. She had brought the belt and the jar with marbles. 
"Okay, now we do it again. But while I'm having orgasms 
I'm also going to be whipping your ass. So I'd suggest 
you put all the talent you can into your tongue." 

I started lapping and she started whipping. Hurting me, 
fortunately, really turned her on, so she had her thirty 
orgasms quickly. But, nevertheless, my ass was quickly 
aflame and was at red heat by the time she finished.

When she was done she untied me and said "I've heard how 
you bathe your mistress, so now you'll do me. Complete 
with jackoff." She led me upstairs and we went through 
the now familiar routine, bubble bath, jackoff, washing, 
licking and dressing. When she was dressed again she 
called Mistress Beth on the phone to invite her and Tom 
to lunch.

Lunch was like last night's dinner. One of us served with 
cock and balls on display. The other sucked. With my ass 
as sore as it was, I was glad sitting wasn't required. 
Mistress looked like she'd eaten the proverbial canary 
and Tom, damn him, looked a little smug. Tom's ass was 
not red. No wonder he had jumped at the opportunity for a 
switch.

***

After lunch Mistress Beth and I went back to our own 
apartment and as soon as we were through the door she 
made me kneel and suck. She grabbed my hair and ground my 
face into her twat. She was very stern. "That was a 
naughty thing you did this morning. By the color of your 
ass I can see that Mistress Brenda punished you." By the 
sounds coming from next door it sounded like Brenda was 
already giving it to Tom too. "But it is not enough that 
Mistress Brenda punished you for insulting her. I am 
going to punish you for disobeying me." She came with a 
shudder as she thought of what she had planned and what 
my tongue was then doing to her clit.

 "We have the rest of the afternoon to punish you, slave. 
Run upstairs and get the scarves and ropes." "Yes, 
Mistress" I said as I raced up the stairs, balls bouncing 
and cock reviving. It was amazing. I'd have thought by 
now I'd be worn out, but I felt like I could go on like 
this forever. I was glad, though, to be back under my own 
Mistress' control.

I bounced back down stairs and found that Mistress had 
moved the ottoman to the middle of the room. "Drape 
yourself over that, ass up!" I was clearly in for another 
spanking session, or so I thought. My cock, well used as 
it was, loved the thought. "Yes, Mistress," I said as I 
complied. She bound me hand and foot to the legs of the 
upholstered footstool. Once again I was helpless and my 
cock loved it.

She rummaged in the closet and brought out the camcorder 
and tripod. Oh, God, I thought: we'll have souvenir 
pictures. I was getting hard again fast. She set up the 
camera, put in a new cassette and started it recording. 
"A little documentation of your predicament will prove 
amusing later," she sneered.

She turned and went out of sight. I heard her climb the 
stairs to the bedroom. I squirmed and ground my cock into 
the soft leather of the ottoman as I thought of seeing 
the video of her spanking me while I was helpless and 
exposed. It was thrilling. I was amazed to realize I was 
ready to cum again.

When she returned and moved into my field of view right 
next to my face, I was aghast. I couldn't quite 
comprehend what I was seeing and then with a frisson of 
fear and arousal I recognized what it was and what it 
meant.

She was wearing a harness that encircled her waist and 
thighs. Mounted in the middle, right at her cunt, was a 
fake cock jutting straight before her. It was 
mesmerizing. I realized that it was significantly longer 
than my own, although it was probably not quite so thick. 
That close to my face the first impression was absolutely 
intimidating.

"How do you like my toy?" leered Mistress. "Uh," was all 
I could manage and that in a trembling voice. "It's 
really neat," she said. She grasped the head and pulled 
it slightly away from her. "See, it's double ended. One 
end sticks into me and rubs my clit, the other sticks out 
for use on my slave."

I started to squirm and whimper in earnest. My cock was 
wilting. I wasn't sure I liked this anymore. Mistress 
walked next to me and swatted me hard on the ass. "Take 
it like a slave, slave." She laughed and knelt in front 
of me. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my mouth 
towards her dildo. "Open wide, slave, so I can fuck your 
mouth." This had now suddenly gone too far. "No," I said 
determinedly. 

Mistress suddenly turned nasty. "That will cost you," as 
she cruelly twisted my hair. "You're my slave and you'll 
do what I want." "No," I repeated through clenched teeth. 
"Then I'll shove it up your virgin ass," she said as she 
rose and started to move behind me. That really scared 
me. "No, No," I screamed. "Then suck it," she demanded. I 
was beaten and knew it. "Okay, I'll do it." "You'll do 
what?" demanded Mistress haughtily. "I'll suck your cock, 
Mistress."

"That's better," she said as she again knelt in front of 
me and pushed the rubber dildo towards my face. I opened 
my mouth in abject surrender and took in the fake cock. I 
knew the camera was recording everything and that added 
to my misery. I rubbed the tip of the cock in and out 
against my lips, but Mistress wanted more. She slowly and 
inexorably drove the cock into my mouth. 

I realized she intended to shove the whole thing into me 
and I desperately tried to relax to avoid gagging. She 
finally succeeded in bottoming out. I had successfully 
deep-throated the whole thing. I was surprised to 
discover I was proud of my feat. She then pumped 
furiously. "Squeeze your lips on it hard," she demanded. 
This had the effect of causing her end of the dildo to 
slide in and out against her cunt. She came with one, 
then a second and finally a third violent orgasm before 
she had had enough.

By the time she reached her second orgasm, I had relaxed 
enough that I did not hate the experience. In fact, the 
effect on her was so intense that it was provoking a 
positive response in me. I couldn't believe it but my 
cock was beginning to tell me that I was enjoying this.

When she had had enough she pulled out and knelt before 
me grinning evilly. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?" "No 
Mistress," I responded. "You'll enjoy the next part too." 
She reached under the ottoman and brought out a huge 
container of K-Y Jelly with an applicator nipple. "No," I 
screamed. "No, I won't agree to let you do that." "And 
what are you going to do about it? You're a slave; my 
slave. You're helpless and defenseless. I will do what I 
want to your body. You gave me permission to use it as I 
want and this is what I want. I'm going to fuck your ass, 
so shut up and relax. You might enjoy it."

I started to struggle violently and to shout. When I 
opened my mouth to scream again she rammed a wad of 
panties in my mouth. She quickly tied them in place with 
a scarf around my head. I could only whimper through the 
gag. The cock rocked menacingly and obscenely before my 
eyes.

When she had me gagged she stroked a liberal supply of K-
Y on the jutting weapon. "You'll love it and it will all 
be on tape to share with your friends. The Ice Queen will 
love having a copy." I continued to struggle and whimper. 
She was pitiless. She moved behind me and my thrashing 
redoubled, but tied as I was to the heavy ottoman I could 
not escape. I felt something press against my asshole and 
at first thought it was her cock. It wasn't. It was 
apparently the nipple for the K-Y. I felt jelly flow into 
my asshole as she patted my ass and stroked my balls.

Then she settled over me, her tits thrust into my back. I 
felt the head of the cock push against my sphincter. I 
involuntarily tightened it. "I have enough strength to 
ram this in," she snarled,  "but it will hurt a lot less 
if you try and relax. Get used to it. Some guys take 
cocks in their ass all the time." I was still horrified 
and didn't want this to happen but I realized the 
determination in her steely tone. I tried to relax. She 
sensed this and with a cry of triumph drove the tip an 
inch into my ass. To my surprise it was only 
uncomfortable. It didn't hurt. She gained another inch. 
She slid back and forth at this depth a few times and I 
could feel my sphincter relaxing. Maybe I could survive 
this.

Suddenly with a cry of triumph she drove the rest of the 
cock into my ass to its full depth. It felt huge in my 
bowels, but I was surprised to realize that she hadn't 
ripped anything. Then she began to pump. The cock slid in 
and then out and I began to experience a strange 
sensation. It was massaging my prostate and that felt 
fantastic.

She kept pumping and had an orgasm as the friction 
between my ass and the dildo moved her end of the tool 
against her clit. My cock began to respond and as she 
came a second time it got rock hard. By the time she came 
a third time I was groaning with pleasure. Suddenly the 
sensation quintupled. She had switched on a vibrator in 
the dildo and the sensation against my prostate was 
overwhelming. I was suddenly transported to a whole new 
level of experience. Pleasure is too weak a word to 
describe the feelings I was having. Suddenly, as she came 
a fourth time, my cock erupted flooding the ottoman and 
my belly.

She had done it again. She had forced me to do something 
I thought I would hate only to find that I loved it. I 
couldn't wait for her to use the vibrator on me again. As 
she untied me, she said, "If you want me to butt fuck you 
again, you're going to have to lap up all the jizz you 
spilled on the ottoman." The experience had been so 
devastating and addicting that I knew I would do anything 
to have that dildo up my ass again. I was hooked. I 
lapped my cum eagerly from the stool and, surprisingly, I 
had gotten used to the taste.

***

The rest of the afternoon went fast. We did all the 
things we'd learned to do. I sucked and licked. She rode 
my cock and let me cum in her cunt. She fucked my mouth 
and ass with her dildo. The highlight of the afternoon 
was being called over to Brenda's and Tom's. Brenda had 
tied Tom to their ottoman (Some community planning had 
gone on during the shopping trip yesterday.)

She was wearing a dildo and hardness too, but her dildo 
was huge. It must have been 9" long and 3" in diameter. 
My cock wilted from fear that she might get permission to 
use it on me. She announced that she wanted witnesses to 
her deflowering of that disobedient slave boy she owned. 
Tom was whimpering and begging, but Brenda wasn't showing 
pity. She greased his ass and her fake pole and rammed it 
to the hilt while he squirmed and screamed. She had six 
quick orgasms while my mistress fingered her own cunt.

When Brenda turned on the vibrator, I could see Tom's 
cock stiffen a little, but the pain was so great that he 
never did cum. Brenda whipped his ass for fifteen minutes 
until it was a bright red. Brenda had another five 
orgasms and I sucked Mistress to two. Then Mistress took 
me home.

Mistress spent the last hour of my first slavery having 
me lap her cunt, which had been inflamed by watching 
Tom's rape. She came another half dozen times. We were 
still on the bed and my cock was raging hard when 6 
O'clock came. Beth hugged and cuddled me and said, 
"Darling, that's the best birthday present a guy ever 
gave his wife. I had a wonderful time." "I did too," I 
said, but I have this little problem." I pointed at my 
cock.

She hopped out of the bed and said "Stand up. I'll give 
you a down payment on your birthday present." I stood and 
she knelt before me. "I look forward to being your slave, 
Master." She opened her mouth and wrapped it around my 
cock and sucked it in to the root. Her tongue lapped 
around it as she sucked and pumped her head up and down. 
The feeling was wonderful and within minutes I exploded 
in her mouth. She swallowed every drop while looking up 
at me with adoring eyes.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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