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For Rachel
by W2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)
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This is a brief fantasy inspired by a reader and a fan
who deeply desires to enslave herself to my ever
demanding wife. To facilitate her desires, we are
sharing this story of the early stages of her
submission, for all the world to read. (FF, 1st-
lesbian-expr, exh, mast)
***
The message read in part: "But all I could think about
was your wife removing my dress on the dance floor and
tormenting my nipples and my clit. I need to feel her
nipples swell to hardness in my mouth and taste the
juices from her pussy. I need to feel her hands on my
body and her fingers in my ass. I am humbly begging her
to allow me to be her sex slave. I am hers to do with
as she wishes."
My beautiful, evil wife, quite taken with this petite
young lady and her plea to be dominated, offered her
the following response describing the early stages of
her submission. I was required to send it back as a
narrative, and she asked that I share it here, as told
to me.
She takes you to the beach, to a secluded area she
knows. As ordered, you are wearing the skimpiest of
white string bikinis, appearing as if totally nude,
except for some fine strings, from the rear. From the
front, her name tattooed high on the inside of your
thigh, above the original rose and thorns, is clearly
visible when your legs are open, which they are at her
instruction as you lay in the sun.
At her orders, you have cut the lining from your
bikini, leaving only thin material over your most
private areas, which are barely covered anyway. It has
been a lazy, relaxing afternoon, as you get to know one
another, my wife studying your attitude, your demeanor,
and most of all your lovely body so willingly
displayed.
She has intentionally kept things low key, waiting for
any signs of impatience, any signs of independent
thinking. She likes what she sees, on all counts,
concluding the relationship has possibilities. You
simply seem content to finally be in her company, an
air of expectation hanging over you.
As afternoon turns to evening, nearly everyone is gone
from the beach except for a group of nine high school
students, between your blanket and the water. The two
of you have been watching them all afternoon, the young
tan guys so buff, and the young girls so pretty and
desirable.
The guys have likewise been checking the two of you out
all afternoon, especially you in the near nothing
bikini. My wife is aware of this every time she unties
your strings and seductively rubs oil into your skin.
Her devious mind is starting to churn, but you have no
way to know this. At least not yet.
She invites you for a swim, and you eagerly hop up,
wanting only to please. As you wade into the surf
holding her hand, the bikini sans liner becomes nearly
transparent, clinging lewdly to your hard nipples and
swollen pubes, the three small gold rings blatantly
obvious. While she was pretty certain before, at the
first splash she can clearly see that you have in fact
shaved your pussy as instructed.
Somehow, she has forgotten to remove her watch. She
hands it to you and tells you to take it back to the
blanket, forcing you to walk past the group in your
non-existent swimsuit. The guys stare openly as you
pass, then again as you return to the water. A couple
of the girls get visibly upset with their boyfriends,
but the boys stare anyway. Its not a sight they get
everyday.
When you return to the water, the two of you hold on to
each other, presumably as support against the action of
the waves. The group on the beach watches, even the
angry girls, as it turns into an embrace, then a
sensual kiss. Oblivious to the audience, you melt
against her, so grateful to finally get a taste of that
which you desire so greatly. Never breaking the
embrace, my wife moves you into waist deep water, and
unties the strings at your hips, removing your bottoms.
You instinctively start to object, but you don't dare,
and truth be known, you don't really want to. You're
determined to turn yourself over completely, to follow
every order, especially for a mistress who has shown
already she is capable of tenderness at times.
My wife intends to drop your bottoms in the water,
letting the current take them away. But she needs to
send a message. So she lays them over her shoulder to
free her hands, which go back underwater. The kids on
the beach look on, an understanding of what it is she
has draped across herself slowly passing through the
group. Their excited chatter picks up, but you are only
focused on one person.
She pulls the ring on the hood of your clit harshly,
and your body arches back in a mixture of agony and
pleasure. Your eyes close, and your mouth comes open,
as you throw your head back. The group on the beach can
only imagine what's happening under water. The two
angry girls are fuming, but they continue to watch all
the same. The other two girls don't seem to mind the
show at all. And the guys watch with rapt attention.
When my wife orders you to remove your top, you
hesitate only a moment, earning a displeased look. You
make a mental note not to repeat such a mistake. The
wet top clings to your tits after you untie the
strings, and you have to pull it away, laying it on top
of your bottoms, leaving your breasts on display.
There's a murmur from the crowd, the guys obviously
quite pleased.
The water is cold, combining with your aroused state to
make your large nipples rock hard. My wife continues to
pull on your clit ring, as the group on the beach sees
her speak to you. They don't know that you are taking
orders, but they see your hands come up and take hold
of the rings on your nipples. You pull your own nipples
hard away from your chest, as my wife does the same to
your clit. Your body has been so charged up all
afternoon, as you patiently prayed for acceptance, that
it happens fast. The intensity of your orgasm is
obvious, even from 30 yards away on the beach.
You collapse against my wife, looking for support. She
holds you a moment, whispering in your ear. Then she
turns and wades to the beach, walking across the sand
past the high school kids to the blanket. They watch
her, still carrying your suit, nipples stiff, hips
swaying seductively. Then they watch you. Your
instructions are clear. You move towards the beach,
feeling the water fall away from your body.
When you reach the point where the waves are just
lapping up on the wet sand, you drop to your knees,
facing the kids. One hand goes to your breasts, the
other to your pussy. At first its awkward masturbating
in front of these strangers, but between your
commitment to be a good and obedient slave, and the
warmth spreading through your body, you soon find
yourself intensely turned on. It gradually turns into a
depraved display as you fall back onto your heels,
masturbating openly, your knees wide apart to expose
your sex. Your eyes go closed and your body convulses
as you pass through your first orgasm, your hand
harshly pulling your right nipple away from your body.
Three orgasms minimum she had commanded, at least one
with fingers up your ass. You hear the comments from
the guys, a couple of them hooting their encouragement,
and at least one girl trying to get them to leave and
go home. But just like your mistress you know guys, and
you know they won't leave. You open your eyes half
expecting them to be coming towards you, but they still
sit there, watching. Several of the crotches sport
obvious bulges. One couple are hugging, the girl's hand
dangerously close to the guy's crotch. You decide it's
time to up the ante, and hopefully impress the
mistress.
Rolling over onto all fours, you turn your ass to the
crowd and lower your head to the lapping water. Your
fingers plunge back in to your pussy. Once sopped, they
move back, and you quickly insert one, then two fingers
deep in your own ass. An audible gasp can be heard from
the crowd this time, as you start to ride your fingers.
One girl is absolutely shrill, demanding her boyfriend
leave with her.
More of your fingers are worked in, coming back to your
pussy for more lubricant, with the added benefit of the
sun tan oil on your skin, until you are plowing four
fingers into your backside. You fall to one side on the
wet sand, so your other hand is free to go to your
clit, your knees bent so the kids can clearly watch you
assault your own ass. The second orgasm is wicked
indeed, as you kick and roll in the surf, sand covering
your body.
Stepping up your depravity, you pull your hands away
from your pussy and asshole, and one by one you lick
off every finger. Every single digit. Turning to the
crowd, you see the one girl now has her hand clearly on
her boyfriend's crotch. Several of the guys have arisen
to their knees to get a better look, their bulging
trunks more obvious because of it.
All of the girls are still there, and the angriest one
is now quiet. You idly wonder how many virgins are in
your young audience as you look past them to my wife,
seeking a sign of approval. Her top is off, and one
hand is inside her bottoms. So you assume approval has
been received as you lock eyes with her and lewdly lick
your lips. You hope that if you do well enough, she'll
reward you with a taste of her beautiful and desirable
pussy.
Turning back, you crawl into the deeper water, your ass
to the crowd, and wash the sand off. Then you crawl
back up to the surf line for your required third
display. This time you lay back on the wet sand, the
occasional wave reaching up to your left side. You're
no more than 10 yards from the group of high school
kids now as your hands go right back to work.
Your mistress said three, and you want this to be a
good one. It starts tenderly, just a pretty young girl
softly exploring her body at the edge of the surf, an
intensely erotic site for even the most stoic of
observers. You play it along for a while, knowing how
sexy you look as you gently probe your breasts and your
pubes. You want to build the contrast between what is
happening, and what is to come.
Unable to wait any longer, you sink a couple of fingers
into your dripping cunt, and then bring them to your
mouth. You do this over and over, transferring your
juices from one hole to the other, wantonly rubbing the
sticky fingers all about your face. You idly wonder if
other people might be walking down the beach, but you
no longer care, and in fact you hope so. You have
orders to masturbate freely in front of strangers, and
you intend to be good at it, the best ever.
With your two hands, you gather your nipple rings,
bringing them together to pinch them between the
fingers of one hand. You pull, stretching both breasts,
your mouth popping open and your body involuntarily
lifting up as you abuse yourself more harshly than your
master likely would, at least for the first time. The
pain is exquisite. Your free hand now takes the ring in
the hood of your clit, pulling it down and away,
stretching your sex in as nasty a display as you can
muster.
The cry that escapes your lips is real, but you don't
stop. Instead you pull harder. Your hips arch upward,
trying to relieve the tension, but your hand simply
moves farther away, maintaining the pressure, even
increasing it. The hand at your tits does the same, now
pulling towards your head, extending your tortured
nipples in a new direction.
Your whole body arches up, totally tense, touching at
the shoulders and the lower legs, which are dug deeply
into the wet sand. Your eyes are closed in a tight
grimace, and even though your mouth is wide open in a
silent scream, your breath barely comes in short gasps.
Yet you pull harder, wishing your boyfriend could see
the wickedness of your self-abuse, the depth of your
depravity, as you torture yourself for the amusement of
your beautiful mistress.
The orgasm is intense, coming without even a touch
other than the contact through the thin pieces of gold.
A long guttural scream marks your release, as your
hands continue the pressure, carrying your orgasm
through spasm after spasm. Your body arches upwards,
over and over, supported at the head and the heels,
pulsing with the flow of pleasure and pain, until
finally you can take no more and you collapse back to
the sand.
Your breath is short and choppy, a small rasping scream
coming at every intake. Your hands smother your breasts
and pussy, rubbing away the intensity, as you yearn for
a hard cock, or better yet, multiple cocks, to bury in
you, now. The mistress wouldn't mind, would she?
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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