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The Claiming of Lisa
by Chaotic-Insanity (anon_chaos@ymail.com)
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A friend becomes Master, a wife becomes a slave, a
husband becomes a cuckhold. Thus beginning a 4-year
ownership. (MF, nc, rp, d/s, size, v, tor, bd, cuck)
***
The story begins around the time I was about 25 years
old. I had been out of the Army about 4 years. when I
ran into Jim and Lisa while out for drinks. I had not
seen Lisa in probably 8-years or more. Not since High
School anyhow, and after a few games of pool and a few
beers, they invited me to dinner at their place for
the following evening.
I was at first reluctant to accept given my level of
attraction to Lisa. One that had been strong since our
teenage years. Now 8-years later she was still
stunning. Lisa stands about 5-feet 1-inch tall. She
has long dark brown hair. Dark like Chestnuts, soft
blue/gray eyes, fair but not pale complexion. Kind of
a light caramel color that tans to a deep golden brown
that the sun generally bleaches natural honey
highlights into. But then there is her figure. She is
Petite, and as I said 5ft 1in tall, and about 125 -
maybe 130lbs.
In high school she had always been into Volleyball and
Softball so she was quite athletic built. Now she had
not lost a single step. Her breasts had always been a
bit on the larger side, and still were at a 40-DDD, a
tight tummy and wide almost betty boop class hips. She
was a 50's and 60's pin-up Goddess!
So Saturday being the next day, I stop for a couple of
12-packs of Amberbock and MGD, also picking up a
bottle of Cabo Wabo tequila on the way. The invitation
was for 6 and I arrived fashionably late at around 10
after. They asked me if I was planning to go on a
binge, having brought so much alcohol. But seemed more
than willing to pop open some beers and join me in a
few while dinner was finishing being cooked.
For probably the next hour or so all was good. Then
Jim asked about the Cabo... "Isn't that the tequila
Sammy Hagar owns and distills?" Apparently he was
familiar with Toro and Jose, but had never tried Cabo.
So Lisa cut up some lime and brought out some salt,
while I poured the first round. We kept it relaxed
with 2 or 3 shots each. But those shots really hit my
two hosts like a freight train hits a hay wagon. But
surprisingly, and much to their credit, they were able
to roll on for some more beer and chitchat. This is
where the conversation got interesting.
Jim became quite comfortable with his and Lisa's sex
life, and once he started Lisa was more than okay with
filling in the blanks. Apparently they married for
love and gave little thought to their sex life. Jim
had apparently been skipped when his genes took the
train to endowment. For a guy who stood 6-feet 2-
inches and was an easy 230lbs. he was only equipped
with a 4 1/2-incher at full mast.
Believe you me this conversation had certainly crossed
into TMFI territory. No, I wasn't exactly comfortable
with the topic. Mostly because I was having such a
hard time not laughing from the mental imagery this
was creating. But I managed to keep a hold of my
manners despite my current condition. That is truly a
feat for those whom know me. My mouth tends to have no
shame when sober. Let alone 5 beers and 2 shots in.
Once the personal and intimate details were out of the
way they began to tell me about the fantasies and RP
they used to pick up the slack in their love-play.
Mostly the usual, daddy and his baby girl, cops and
speeder etc. But then they went onto tell me their
biggest sexual fantasy. It was a bit darker and was
about a home invasion where a man broke in and bound
him in the spare bedroom, then had his way with his
unwilling wife in their marital bed. At this point
they had my full undivided attention.
I was by this point totally convinced that it was
cabo, whom had loosened this fantasy from their vault
of "Never-tells" and definitely not to a kinkster
friend who used to date the lady involved. Whatever
the reasoning, I had begun hanging on the words in
their fantasy. Even wrote some of the key details down
in my address book. So I could be certain to remember
them all when I needed to.
Shortly after all this my hosts began showing signs of
having pushed the limits of their day and were passing
out. So I grabbed what remained of the Amberbock and
went home. I couldn't help but jack off to the mental
imagery of Lisa bound and gagged with a cloth or
gagged on a hard cock while her husband was helpless
to do more than listen.
My first thought was damn! what a low down friend I am
to be getting off on their imagined plight. But then I
thought about it. If it was truly a wishful fantasy,
then they may have needed the tequila to confess this
darker side of their sexuality. So, I started thinking
about it and the more I thought about it. The more I
began to come up with a scenario to make their fantasy
night come true.
I spent the next 2 weeks planning and plotting, then
scrapping and re-planning the possible scenarios. My
first idea was to bring in someone I know who does
similar shit, but quickly dismissed it. That friend
uses similar tactics to collect money owed to him or
his biker club. No use exposing Jim and especially
Lisa to someone who might not know when to stop.
No... It would have to be me. The more I committed
myself to it the more I looked forward to doing it. I
was going to invade their home by force and have my
way with Lisa while her husband could only listen.
Well, at least that was the initial plan anyhow. By
the time I actually made my move, I had settled on a
new twist of my own.
So you know where the story is going and where it
began. You know what Lisa looks like and what Jim's
physique is anyhow. 6ft 2in, 230lbs. with Straw-blonde
hair and a pale complexion. Sort of a real life Ken -
Doll from Barbie. He also has Green eyes and a 3-inch
killa of phallic-manila!
You now know as well that I had personally taken on
the duty of making their little no-tell never-tell
fantasy come true. So now I will tell you a little
about myself. My name is Jay Kenton. My friends and
those who have known me long enough just call me
Chaos. It's kind of been my nickname and high school
football legacy. Mainly because my physique kinda
contradicted my speed and quickness on the football
field. At 5ft 6inches tall and weighing about 160 I
looked like a stocky sawed off whisky barrel on legs.
Not fat by any means, at least not in HS or at the
time of this story anyhow. I had short sandy brown
hair, softer brown eyes, and a reddish tan complexion
that darkened to native American red-brown in the
summer. I was for the most part quite average looking.
Aside from dressing more like a biker and having a bit
less shame than I had in high school, not much had
changed.
The thing that broke the mold where the average line
was, was my cock. No I was not gifted with some foot
long appendage. I had a just above average length of 7
1/2-inches. But my girth is what had always been and
still is my ace in my sleeve. I have not measured its
circumference, but I can tell you that when fully
erect I am thicker than a beer bottle, and barely fit
inside a pringles can.
Yep, built and hung like a whisky cask. But believe it
or not it was not always a gift. I can promise you it
got me as many nights with the woman having no
interest in the least of having my cock split them
open.
Now let's get back to the story. Between the night of
our candid drinking session and the night that I
actually put my plan into action, 4 weeks had gone by.
We had shared a couple dinner nights and drinks at the
bar. But if they remembered the topic of discussion
then they were not going there again. Maybe in hope
that they really hadn't shared and I didn't bother
reminding them. In fact part of my plan's success
hinged on them not remembering any too soon. The rest
of my plan hinged on me being able to predict their
behaviour.
So before I made my move I downed a beer, slammed a
shot of cabo, and poured the same on my shirt and
pants. I am not a complete idiot. A home invasion wrap
is at least a 2 year sentence, added to a potential
rape and other charges I had to hope that appearing to
be highly intoxicated would hopefully bring friendly,
though annoyed concern. That was just how Jim and Lisa
were. If a drunken friend is behaving erratically.
They're first instinct is to comfort the friend in
need.
When I arrived at their house, I left the lights on,
and staggered to the door, then taking 5 sober steps,
kicked the front door open with a loud crash! Yelling
and slurring that Jay is Home! There were the telltale
footfalls of them running to investigate and I heard
Jim say... "Wait! Don't call yet, it's just jay. He's
just drunk. Let's see what's wrong first."
As he made his way downstairs, I slipped behind the
coat rack, as he reached the last step, using a
maneuver we practiced in counter terrorism for
disarming and disabling potential threats, I took him
quickly to the floor and bound his wrists with a zip-
tie. I then gagged him and while he struggled mentally
with my actions.
I quickly secured the front door then grabbed my bag
of tricks that I left on the porch before kicking in
the door. Then using his forearms I leverred his
larger frame to his feet and then made him lead the
climb upstairs toward where Lisa awaited news on what
was happening.
Again my predictions were spot on. When Lisa first
seen Jim bound and gagged with me pushing him into the
bedroom. Instead of 911 she yelled; "Jay! WTF is WRONG
what the hell are you doing to Jim?" I simply shrugged
drunkenly, and slurred; "Only what's necessary."
Now in their fantasy, Jim gets bound and immobillized
in the spare bedroom. I think it was a safety net.
Hotter heard than it might be to watch. But this is
also where I boosted the dramatic flare. I believed he
had to be able to see it happen, if he would be able
to cope with it later. To see that she was fucked
hard. To see that no real harm came to her beyond a
good fucking.
So instead of taking him into the spare bedroom, I
tied him to a metal chair they had in their bedroom,
and sat him at the foot of the bed. Once he was
tightly secured and I knew he couldn't get free, I
then turned on the lights and set up my camcorder. I
then opened my bag and took out a red silk mini wrap
and matching baby-doll teddy. "If you don't want Jim
harmed, put these on. Nothing else and you can change
right here. Nothing you reveal now will avoid my eyes
later either."
Concern now shifting to Jim, and confusion lead to her
slipping off her pj's and only soft wimpers of fear
and hmmphs of annoyance left her lips. Once she
finished changing, a spectacle which had been the
beginning of the recorded event, I then told her to
spread herself before her husband on the bed and
masturbate herself. As she did so I told her to tell
him to take a good look at this hungry pussy. Because
tonight for the first time since they married, her
pussy would be truly sated. Her cunt would be newly
owned.
The things I made her say began to turn the little
mynx on. Whether from the lude shameful behaviour she
was having to enact, or maybe someplace in her head
she knew what was happening. But the more she fingered
and teased her pussy, the hotter and nastier her words
became.
While she did this, I was just beyond the camera
undressing. Once I stepped to the edge of the bed, her
aroused tones became suddenly uncertain.
"Jay! you don't really plan on... Bbbut! No Jay! You
can't! We're married! JAY!" Lisa was now protesting
verbally and struggling quite fiercely. By now I was
on the bed and had her by her hair with my right hand,
then by the throat with my left. Just to add spice for
the camera I lifted her by her throat and choke-
slammed her to the bed. Instantly silencing her out of
fear and shock.
"Shut UP!" I growled once I had her pinned. "Now I
have lots of not so nice devices in that bag. Do as
you are told or I will start giving Jim some nasty
scars!" I hiss into her ear. "...and don't go thinking
that I wouldn't. because you and he are my friends and
blah blah... Because my response. How much of what
I've done already would you have thought possible of
me?"
I let that sink in for a minute then once she nodded I
said; "Good Girl! Now let's start this with a little
bit of head eh! Suck my cock! and if you even think of
biting me. I swear Jim will regret it!"
Lisa seemed to ponder their situation a moment. She
hesitated briefly then as though giving in to her
inner desires, or playing it safe for now, she began
to lick my cock. Her dainty tongue, as petite, and
agile as she had always been. Began to trace along my
cock. Her enthusiasm growing as her eyes got wider
from the ever increasing girth of my cock. Once I was
fully erect she seemed to forget this was being forced
upon her.
"Jay..." she whimpered nervously... "Jay, my toys...
none of them are this thick Jay! There is no way I
can..." Her words suddenly choked off as I forced my
shaft into her mouth. She choked and gulped around it.
But soon found a pace that I allowed her to continue
on her own. The longer she sucked on my shaft, the
more vigorous she became. The cock hungry slut that
had been created by years of being kept captive in her
own mind. Locked deep down in her conscience was now
taking over her morality.
Her lips stretched tight around the head of my cock.
The billiards sized bulb of my cock being sucked in
and out of her mouth like it held some hidden life
changing sustenance. She moaned and groaned in
pleasure as she bobbed voraciously.
After several minutes of her blowing me in front of
her captive husband, I was drawn to a growl and groan
from Jim. When I looked at him I saw him watching, and
I saw the shift in him from anger, to sadness, then
frustrated lust. He could not look away from the
wanton cock hungry slut his wife had become before his
very eyes. It was at that moment that I lost my grip.
Seeing him watching his wife's transformation with a
sense of eagerness. Realizing that I had just turned
him into a cuckhold and he had accepted that role. I
palmed Lisa's gorgeous head and ground my balls into
her chin as I exploded. My balls began blasting thick
heavy ribbons of cum down her throat. Which she
swallowed dutifully.
But even as the last shot of cum oozed from my cock
she continued to nurse upon my swollen and now hyper-
sensitive cockhead softly. Stroking the shaft and
caressing my balls with a tender hand. She knew what
she was doing. She was making certain that I remained
hard and ready.
I then pulled her around by her ankles so she was
laying across the bed. Insuring that mat had a clear
view of my fat cock as it began forcing entry into his
wife's cunt.
"But Jay! I'll never be able to take your girth!" She
whimpered with uncertain fear!
Grinning down at her as my fingers stroke her clit.
"Well Lisa, I have always said... If it don't fit.
FORCE IT!" I roared the last bit as I leaned in and
drove my shaft to the hilt into her.
Her hands suddenly pushing up and away at my chest
even as her legs wrapped around my thighs like a vise.
Lisa's face buried against my chest, her teeth sunk
into my left peck as she screamed. Her body both
clinging and struggling for escape as she trembled
from the extreme sensations of pain and being filled
battered her senses.
I hesitated only a moment, barely long enough for her
inner most walls to expand around me and cease their
convulsing. Then even as she shook her head and
uttered her pleas for me not to yet, I began easing
back out of her cunt. Once the tip alone remained
within her I powered back into her again.
The bite she had on my chest clamped down tighter as
she groaned in pleasure, pain, and growled from the
overload of primal passion that now battered her core.
But still I did not stop. Each thrust became the
building momentum for the one to follow as I steadily
began to pound that pussy without mercy. My balls
slapping as my hips thumped her thighs.
After about 5 minutes of this merciless pace, I felt
her suddenly begin writhing and flopping hysterically
upon the bed. Her hips rolling and bucking with the
relentless battering of my hips and impaling cock. Her
eyes were rolled back and her body had become flushed
with red from her tummy and seemed to spread outward
in waves to the tips of her fingers, even to her very
toes. As she was racked with the most intense orgasm
that she could ever remember having.
Only then did I grant her some mercy and remained
balls deep in her pussy. But I wasn't still. I ground
in short rolling circles My cock being worked around
her inner most depths like an auger. Her petite form
now lays motionless beneath me. Her large breasts
rising and falling is her only sign of life. Then I
slowly pull out and snatch her up without warning.
Flipping her onto her hands and knees so suddenly she
can barely support her upper body in time. Her
forehead finding her husband's thigh for a support as
I growl suddenly.
"Well now! look at your gallant Husband! So hard and
aroused is he at seeing his wife made a whore. I think
he's even a half inch bigger! Now suck him! suck your
husband slut!" My voice coming in low guttural growls
by now. As she dutifully, whether on actual thought or
obedience took him from his pajamas pants and began
sucking his small but hard cock. At that exact same
moment, I drove my fat shaft balls deep into her like
she were a bitch in heat. Slipping my arms around her
waist as I begin to fuck her hard, fast and
mercilessly. My balls tightening as I increase my
intensity.
Lisa squeals around her husband's Vienna sausage as I
batter her cunt from behind. My thrusts slowing but
becoming sharper, more instinctively driven as I feel
my balls tighten with cum. The pressure forming a knot
out of my ball sack as it fills with semen. Then as
Jim erupts into her mouth, my fat shaft explodes into
her cunt. Pumping thick hot ropes of pearly white cum
into the very core of her womb.
I then made her go to the bathroom and rinse her mouth
and brush her teeth. While she did this I dragged her
husband into the spare room, untied him from the
chair, then bound his wrists and ankles behind his
back. Once I covered him up I went back into the
bedroom and spent the rest of the night fucking Lisa.
By the time the noon sun was warming the drapes, she
had been fucked so many times we had both lost count.
It was 3 days later before I decided to contact them.
Thinking it best to let the dust settle before seeing
how they were coping. I was just dialing their number
when there was a knock at the door. Lisa was there,
and looking nervous, but not unhappy. When I opened
the door she darts right past me and drops onto the
sofa.
"Where the hell did that demand for me to call you
Master came from?" She asked me while breathing
heavily.
"Umm... What?" I replied.
"When you were behind me, the second time. After you'd
put Jim in the spare bedroom. You told me I would not
know mercy until I addressed you as Master. So,
Master, I am asking. Where did that come from?"
"But before you answer me Master, I want to propose
something that both myself and my husband have agreed
to try. If the idea pleases you. We are offering you
me. I spend a weekend or week with you. I spend 2
weekends or weeks with him." She finishes rather
nervously.
"When you are with me, I own you. You do as I wish,
when I wish it, or your fate, in terms of punishment
is mine to determine." I finish her proposal with my
own.
"I will be your Master, Owner, and Lord. You will see
me second only to God," I continue.
"Yes Master" She accepts.
"You will eat when I tell you to eat. Wear only what I
choose for you to wear. You will ©know this choice
because I will have it laid out for you. If nothing is
laid out. Then you wear only this." As I hold up the
black leather Collar.
"As your slut, your, whore your slave. Master," she
confirms.
So began on that day, a 4-year relationship. Two Men,
one woman. One Master, One Husband, one slut.
-Master of Chaos and his Lisa-
THE END
by: © Master Chaos
14, December, 2012
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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