Cute Girls

Sweet Submission Ch. 02

“Author’s Note: This is the second and concluding part of a series on light domination. It features bondage, control and lesbian d/s, but no pain or humiliation. If the themes featured in this story don’t offend you, read on and enjoy.

It would be nice if you read the first part for context, but in case you are in a hurry and are champing at the bit, here is an executive summary of the action so far:

Abigail is haunted by erotic dreams of submission and bondage. She follows her destiny to the Blindfold, an establishment that caters to more extreme sexual tastes. There she meets the owner, Alex, and ends the night in his arms. That night, she begins to learn her true sexual self, a self that she had suspected but never truly understood. In this part, her journey of sensual discovery continues.”

*****

I leaned forward with my palms against the wall as the warm water from the shower drummed against my back and then flowed over the curves of my bottom and down my legs. It has been three months since that night when I met Alex at the Blindfold, a night which ended in his apartment, my naked body twitching and jerking in his arms as he claimed my eager flesh. He travels during the week to other cities on the West Coast where the Blindfold has grown into a lucrative franchise, but every weekend he returns home. And every weekend since that first encounter, I have been waiting.

It has become something of a ritual. Every Friday evening, I would rush from work to his apartment, let myself in with the spare key that he had given me and prepare to receive him. I would strip out of my work clothes and run myself a warm bath. I would wallow in the scented water like a seal, scrubbing every inch of my body, washing every nook and cranny until my skin was in serious risk of wrinkling. I wanted to be squeaky clean for him, sweet smelling and sweet tasting. I wanted him to eat me alive. I wanted him to want to eat me alive.

That first night, he had fucked me senseless, his throbbing flesh plunging in and out of my tormented pussy after I had exploded in his mouth, drenching his lips in my juices. After we were both replete, our bodies briefly sated, he had wrapped me in his arms and gently rocked me to sleep. I hadn’t slept so peacefully in weeks. The dreams that had haunted my nights had been exorcized. My body – so exquisitely taken … so deliciously fucked – was finally at peace.

I had woken up to sunlight streaming in through the huge plate glass windows and to the warmth of his eyes upon me. There was a tenderness in them which made my heart lurch. It was only then that I realized how relieved I was. Just before I had drifted off to sleep, my mind, which had been floating happily on a cloud of orgasmic bliss, had been touched by a nagging doubt. Would he, I wondered, be as happy to see me in the morning as he had been, during the night, to play with my eager pliant body? My doubts had evaporated in the sunshine of his smile.

I nuzzled his neck with my lips, happier than I ever remembered being. As I stretched my body languorously, purring like a kitten that was so gorged on cream that her whiskers were painted white, he slapped my bottom playfully to coax me out of bed. I pouted in mock protest before clambering out.

Later that morning, as we showered together, he had gently rinsed the sweat of our mutual passion off my body with his soapy hands. I had been incredibly aroused – by the sight of his naked flesh and by his hands drifting lightly over my skin. But he had denied me any respite. His lips did not touch mine, which were dry with longing despite my tongue snaking out again and again to lick them wet. He had not allowed me to touch him, quietly intercepting my restless hands as they reached for his body.

After he had washed the detritus of our lovemaking off my flesh, he gently lowered me into the marble bathtub, with my neck resting on a soft towel that he had flung over one end and my legs wide apart, the insides of my knees hooked over the sides of the tub. He didn’t answer the question in my eyes, but smiled at me reassuringly as he knelt between my parted thighs.

I flinched at the feel of the cold metal against my soft flesh as he began to carefully clip the soft curls of my pubes with a pair of scissors. Delicate clouds of golden hair clung to the silvery surface of the scissors like spun silk before floating down lazily to softly carpet the gleaming marble surface of the bathtub. I found what he was doing unbearably arousing. I felt like a favorite slave being “served” by her master on an indulgent whim, the master kneeling between her legs in an ironic and no doubt passing act of submission.

As he ran the water briefly, the soft curls on the floor of the bathtub exploded into a whirlpool of gold before disappearing. His fingers returned to my mound, wet with foam. As he began to gently work the foam into my skin, my pussy began to froth, the fire in my loins stoked ever higher by that delicate touch. If his fingers were exquisite torture, the soft swipe of the naked blade on my skin was worse.

His fingers delicately stretched each tiny swathe of skin before caressing it with the finely honed metal, stripping it of its golden fur, leaving me more naked than I had ever been. I could barely cope with the flood of sensation – with the delicious proximity of that naked blade to my vulnerable flesh; the frisson of fear that made me shudder delicately as the metal roamed over my sensitive skin; the unbearable intimacy of being completely denuded and the vision of my pussy, swollen, open, defenseless, glistening with the liquid gathered between my lips.

It was all I could do to stay still. My body was taut as a bowstring, my head thrown back, my neck impossibly stretched, the muscles of my thighs standing out like cords, my hands gripping the marble edge of the bathtub so hard that the knuckles showed white. He paused in his task to whisper, his voice tight with concern, “Be still, my pet. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Easy for you to say, I thought. But I struggled to quiet my aching body as the blade continued to slide smoothly, delicately over my skin. When he was done, he set the razor aside and began to work a generous dollop of moisturizer into my flesh. The cream felt soothing, but also unbearably arousing. I had never gone bare before, so the sensations that coursed through my loins took me completely by surprise. I could have never imagined in my wildest dreams that my pussy would become so much more sensitive when stripped bare. As my hips jerked helplessly under his teasing fingers, there was a knowing smile on his lips and a new hunger in his eyes, which made me shiver with anticipation.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his eyes riveted to my cunt, “so smooth, so innocent – like some exotic flower.”

“Take it,” I groaned, my body now shuddering with desire, “Take me.”

He didn’t. He scooped me up and carried me to his bed, lowering me softly on the sheets. He just looked at me for a long time, his eyes bursting with tenderness and a hunger so intense that it scorched my skin. How can he want me so badly, I wondered, and yet show such restraint? But he did. He teased me mercilessly, taking me to the brink again and again before easing me back from the edge, until I was babbling incoherently, pleading … begging for release.

“Why do you tease me so?” I whimpered, brokenly.

“Because that is what you really want,” he replied, “and because I love to hear you moan my name.”

That is when he had decided to break for lunch. I don’t remember what I ate or whether I ate anything at all. He had worked his way slowly, methodically through his meal, occasionally smiling at me as he sipped his wine, as though there were nothing out of the ordinary in what we were doing. Or maybe for him, a naked woman squirming opposite him at his dining table, her pussy bubbling with need, her thighs soaked with her juices, her eyes pleading for release wasn’t out of the ordinary. I fidgeted my way through what was the longest meal of my life with all the patience I could muster in the hope that surely, in the afterglow of lunch, he would be more merciful than he had been all morning.

By the time we dressed for dinner, that hope had evaporated. My pussy was so sensitive from constant relentless stimulation that I could barely endure the feel of my silk panties against my wet folds and my throbbing clit. The moment I pulled the fabric against my swollen flesh, it darkened, soaked through with my juices. I slipped on the maroon cocktail dress, which he had produced miraculously from his wardrobe and accompanied him to the swank downtown restaurant where he had made reservations.

To all appearances, he was the perfect gentleman - attentive, thoughtful, considerate. I was a seething mass of jelly poised just this side of an orgasm which, I was sure, when it came … if it came, would never end. My eyes would not focus on the menu and my fingers were trembling around the stem of my wineglass. He didn’t make it any easier. He seemed faintly amused by my obvious discomfort and leaned forward occasionally to cover my hand softly with his or brush my knee with his fingertips. Each touch was like a bolt of electricity that made me shake. He smiled into my pleading eyes.

On the way back home in his limousine, he had gently gathered me into his arms, planting soft kisses on the top of my head as my body was racked with the tremors of a need that had long escaped my control. His hand had slid up my damp thigh and softly cupped my wet panty covered mound. No words were necessary. My blind desperate hunger for him was obvious to both of us. I buried my face in his neck as my thighs clenched, opening and closing around the hand buried in my crotch. Just before we pulled up beneath his building, he withdrew his hand and gently wrapped his fingers – damp, almost dripping – around my throat.

He tilted my face up and just gazed into my eyes for a long moment. The scent of my arousal was driving me insane. My lips parted in a soft moan as his head dipped down.

“You are so wet, baby … so hungry,” he whispered against my lips. The soft flutter of his breath against my mouth was infinitely more intimate than a kiss and I shuddered.

My legs felt wobbly as I walked through the lobby towards the elevator. He supported me with an arm around my waist. I blushed as I walked past the footman, acutely conscious of my throat glistening with the evidence of my need. As I felt his eyes upon me, I guessed that he for one had no doubt that when that elevator ends its journey, I was going to be fucked. I only wished I could be as sure. He continued to hold me in the elevator and during the short walk to the door of his apartment. Once he had the door open, he scooped me up and carried me to his bedroom.

I don’t remember when I lost the dress, when my cum soaked panties were peeled off my flesh, when I was finally naked and spread-eagled on the bed. My memories of what ensued have been blotted out by the orgasm that followed which when it came was so explosive that it felt like the death of a star. By the time he let me cum, I had lost my voice. My throat was bursting from the moans, the strangled cries, the silent pleas that were trapped in it. My hunger was leaking out of my body as tears from the corners of my eyes. He held me in the soft circle of his arms as I exploded, drinking in my silent scream with his lips. He was right … This was what I wanted – a wait that seemed endless and then a release like the birth of a new world.

That night set the pattern for the nights that followed. He would arrive on a Friday evening and wrap my waiting body in his arms. He would then torment my flesh for two days until I would despair of ever cumming and my eyes, frantic with need, would be glued to the face of the clock ticking with terrifying inevitability the minutes before he would have to leave to catch his flight out of town. Just before my anxiety turned to mind numbing panic, he would finish me and set my body finally, gloriously free.

He would then plunder me again and again, wrenching orgasm after orgasm from my hapless flesh. He would dress quietly, efficiently as he gazed down on my body on the bed twitching and jerking in the aftermath of my release, my limbs seemingly turned into liquid from pleasure that I could barely absorb. He would brush back my blonde locks and plant a soft kiss on my sweat stained forehead before letting himself out. And I would be left with that soft imprint and the memories of being utterly mercilessly ravaged … until the passing of another week when it would begin again.

*****

As I stepped out of the shower and dried myself, I wondered what he had in mind for this weekend. He had a seemingly infinite capacity to surprise me and I had stopped trying to guess what course our time together might take. It was enough that we were together. My fate, when we were, I yielded to his imagination and his playful whim.

I was slipping on a slinky nightgown of blue silk when I heard the key turn in the lock. I tied the sash around my waist and waited, immobile, my back turned to the door, my heart thumping in my chest. I felt his presence before I heard him. His hands reached around my waist and deftly undid the sash of my nightgown, letting it fall open. His hands reached up and gently slid the garment off my shoulders. At home, he liked me naked. I shivered as the silk slithered down my bare skin and I was once again only my essence - a receptacle for exquisite, toe curling pleasure. … And so it begins, I thought.

He turned me around to face him, my naked body in stark contrast to his fully clothed one. He softly cupped the cheeks of my bottom in his palms and pulled me closer. I melted into him with a sigh, my skin tingling against the slightly rough fabric of his jacket. He kissed me softly, tasting my lips, suckling the wet flesh. I marveled at how complete his mastery was over my body despite being so achingly gentle. Or perhaps it was precisely that absence of anything even remotely resembling violence that gave him such uncanny power … that allowed him to own me so completely.

I slid his coat off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, but when my fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt, he stopped me.

“I have other plans for you tonight,” he said in response to the unspoken question in my eyes.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes, completely,” I replied, wondering why he felt the need to ask me that.

He held my hands between his and looked into my eyes.

“Do you know that I would never hurt you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. I did know.

He dropped my hands and reached for the attaché case that he had left beside the bed. He opened it and withdrew a scarf of scarlet silk. He folded it carefully and turned towards me, waiting. I didn’t know what he expected of me, but I stepped towards him. When I was close enough, he raised the folded scarf and placed it over my eyes. He turned me around and knotted the scarf behind my head, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to cut out the light.

I trembled as he gently drew me into his arms. It was an unusual sensation, to be deprived of sight. The absence of control - the inability to anticipate events and react to them - was unnerving. But it was also extraordinarily arousing, this act of faith, this utter surrender of my body and my pleasure to the will of this beautiful man. In a strange way, it also set me free. I was no longer expected to do anything. Things would henceforth be done to me. I sighed softly as I relaxed in the circle of his arms, leaning against him.

He sensed my surrender and whispered, “I am not done yet.”

He scooped me up and laid me down on the bed. I felt him arrange my limbs - my hands above my head, my legs far apart - until I was spread open like a starfish. Something soft and snuggly gripped my left wrist and then my arm was pulled taut. My other wrist and ankles followed.

“Fur cuffs,” he whispered, gently stroking my hair back from my forehead, “Are you scared, my love?”

“No,” I replied.

I tested the bonds. There was some leeway, but not much. But I sensed no fear within me, or even anxiety. I belonged to him, cuffs or no cuffs. Only now, bound and blindfolded, I am just a fucktoy, I thought. I somehow did not find that demeaning. I would probably have, in other circumstances, but not with Alex. He had been so unselfish, so giving, so attentive to my pleasure that I wanted to be his fucktoy. I wanted him to use me, to use my body and my hot yearning cunt for the pleasure that they could give. I wanted nothing between us, no hesitation, no reticence, no restraint. I wanted his face to twist in pleasure as his cock jerked and twitched inside my body, spurting his cum into my welcoming flesh.

I felt him run a finger between the petals of my cunt, opening me up, trailing through the moisture that had already pooled there. I gasped as my flesh was delicately split open. A delicious little shudder racked my frame as I realized that being deprived of sight and movement had heightened my other senses. Shorn of other distractions, even that gently questing finger had made my body go to pieces. I now began to doubt whether I could last the night with my sanity intact.

“That’s what I love about you,” he said, his voice now husky, “that you are always wet for me. I’ve a surprise planned for you tonight, sweetheart, but I’m going to give you a chance to say no.”

As he paused, I sensed a momentary hesitation on his part. The suspense was killing me.

“I’m expecting company tonight,” he said evenly, as though he were discussing the weather, “I’m going to gift you to a friend for the night and I’m going to watch you being taken. Will you let me do that, baby?”

I blushed so hotly my face must have been the same shade as my blindfold. I was going to be fucked by a stranger and he was going to watch. I felt uncomfortable at the thought of being taken like that, of surrendering my body to another man before Alex’s eyes. It seemed to me a betrayal of everything that I felt for him. What if he resented my pleasure, my body’s response to another man’s caresses? I didn’t wish to risk everything that these three months had meant for me. My fear was the greater because I was so insecure. What I shared with Alex seemed so unreal in its intensity, so fragile in that it seemed so unlikely that I half feared that I would wake up one morning and discover that none of it had happened.

But equally, I found it impossible to deny Alex anything that he really wanted. And if he wanted to watch as my body was claimed by a stranger, I would let him, regardless of the consequences. I would trust him to choose what was right, for me and for us.

“Is that what you want, Alex?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “and I promise you that before the night is over, that is what you will want too.”

“Then you know the answer, sweetheart. My body is yours, to do with as you wish.”

I swallowed hard as I said that, nowhere near as confident as I sounded.

“Thank you,” he said, “Thank you for trusting me.”

He had never said that before and I felt a warmth suffuse my chest at those words. I was about to say something when the doorbell rang and he got up.

“The company we are expecting, I assume,” he said, as though I were also a part of the conspiracy.

I heard the door open and the low murmur of voices. They were too far away for me to discern the words. I heard two sets of footsteps ring on the marble floor. One was unmistakably Alex’s – firm and confident. The other was sharper, almost metallic. As they closed in, I blushed again at the thought that a man that I had never met and did not know was about to see my naked body, bound and helpless, spread out on the sheets like a feast for him to savor. The footsteps stopped next to the bed. I heard a voice that I did not recognize. It was husky with desire.

That left me to tend to Vicky. I mentioned earlier that they seemed to be total opposites. I had no idea how dead-on I was. Initially I was referring to height and personality, but now I saw that their bodies were like night and day. Vicky was not only small in stature, but in nearly every way. I washed her thin but nicely-shaped legs up to her small waist and slightly protruding bottom. Her shoulders and arms were also thin and her breasts could not have been any bigger than an ‘A’ cup. However she did have long, inviting nipples atop them. Her pussy was completely bald and equally as inviting as her nipples. Although she was small and thin she was relatively attractive. She reminded me a lot of the gymnasts we watched at the summer Olympics. Finally I finished cleaning her up, but she was not done.

She pulled down on my shoulders and pushed me down on my knees. Then she pushed my face to her mound and forcibly made me eat her out. I really did not need to be forced, but I did not mind letting her be in control either. I licked her slit from top to bottom for several minutes as water cascaded over us. Finally I plunged my tongue deep inside her, found her clit, and began to hum deeply as I wrapped my lips around it. In no time at all she was moaning deeply as her knees buckled and she grabbed my hair pulling my face in to her even more. I grabbed her ass with my hands to support her small frame as I continued to take her to orgasm. She cried out in ecstasy as she reached the brink and tumbled over the edge. Finally, she released my head, regained her balance, turned off the shower, and stepped out.

“You have five minutes,” she told me, as she threw a towel at me and exited the room.

I dried myself off as I caught my breath wondering what was to come. My cock was so hard now. I hoped some relief was in store.

A couple more minutes passed and then I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. I took a couple steps back towards the dimly lit main room when I sensed someone had stepped out of one of the bedrooms behind me. I turned to see who it was.

“Don’t turn around,” Ginny whispered softly yet directly, and then she placed a blindfold over my eyes. Then she placed her hands on my shoulders and directed me into the main room and sat me down on a cold steel chair. Then she bound my ankles to the legs of the chair and my wrists to the sides. The shackles that held them seemed to be welded to the chair itself. No matter how hard I pulled and twisted, there was no moving them.

Ginny must have sensed my bewilderment. “I’m a welder,” she said. “I like to make stuff like this for fun. I’ve made all kinds of bondage equipment.”

I had to admit I was impressed. I definitely was not going anywhere.

Then I felt my chair being tipped back until my head was resting on the floor. The next thing I knew Ginny’s thighs were straddling my face as she lowered her pussy down over my nose and mouth.

“Vicky said you were good at this, so I wanted to find out while she finished setting up,” Ginny whispered.

Despite the fact that I was bound and that she had not trimmed herself in quite some time, I found my way to her clit with relative ease. That was when I remembered how sensitive she was. After only a few quick licks, she was bucking up and down on my face and flooded my mouth with her juices. Apparently that was not enough because she held her position as I went to work once more. This time she held out long enough for me to plunge my tongue deep inside her and bring her to a slower, stronger, more controlled orgasm. I thought I was going to suffocate as she reached her climax and thrust her pussy hard against my face before finally falling off of me to my right side.

I listened as she caught her breath and relaxed as I caught mine, too. That did not last long.

Moments later my chair was raised back to an upright position and my blindfold was removed. Vicky now stood before me with her hands on her hips and anger in her eyes. Ginny stood just to her right and half a step behind. They were both still completely naked except for the pair of boots Vicky wore. The boots were black with 6 inch heels and the zipped up the side to the middle of her thigh. She looked hot and terrifying at the same time.

“Men are just about useless.” Vicky declared. “Some are good for fucking. Some are good at pussy eating. Some are good for pumping gas. BUT most are good for nothing. Because of this last fact you are going to take the punishment for all of them. If you take it well, we might let you eat our pussies once more before you go.”

Then she waved her arm towards me and Ginny took her cue. My hands were released and then shackled together in front of me. Then the same was done to my feet. My feet had just enough chain between them so that I could shuffle my feet to walk. After that I was made to stand and was led to the second bedroom. Once I got there the stood me in the middle of the room and pulled my hands up over my head onto a hook that held my shackles. Then the removed the chains from my feet but left the shackles on each ankle. The chain was replaced by a black steel bar that stretched my feet apart two-and-a-half feet. I would not have thought this would be that bad normally, but it was a tough position to hold and I was completely exposed.

“I want to see him come,” Ginny told Vicky, as she eyed my rock-hard cock.

Vicky nodded at Ginny and once again she took her cue. Ginny wrapped her long fingers around the base of my cock and began to pump slowly. Stroke after stroke the pleasure intensified, but no matter how much I begged she would not pick up the pace enough to bring me to climax.

SMACK!

Suddenly I felt a leather strap slap my taught ass. I cried out in both pain and surprise as Vicky landed her first strike against men on my posterior. Ginny never released my cock, but instead of stroking it, she was now just squeezing it firmly. The feeling was intense.

SMACK!

Another blow to my ass and another moan of pain escaped my lips. Ginny tightened her grip on my cock even more. The sensation was incredible.

“I don’t want to hear another sound out of you.” Vicky said, as she paused between strikes to force a ball gag in my mouth and lock the strap behind my head.

SMACK!

A third strike hit, followed by a fourth, fifth, and sixth until a total of ten swats had been given. With each strike Ginny squeezed even harder still and the head of my cock was now a deep purple. I could not believe how bad I wanted to come despite the beating I had received.

Finally she released my cock; the feeling was almost unbearable. The blood flow had started again and my arousal was as high as ever. I did not want anyone to touch my cock, but yet I needed the release so bad. I had never felt such a strange sensation in my member and on my bottom at the same time in my life.

As I hung there recovering, Ginny pushed another one of her metal fabrications in front of me. It consisted of a four-by-four foot platform with two bars in the middle of each side. The two bars rose vertically about forty inches up to another horizontally placed bar which was wrapped in foam. They released my hands from over head and bent me over the foam-covered bar. Then they reconnected my hands to ring at the base of the platform. Due to the position my hands were locked in and the spreader bar holding my feet my toes scarcely reached the ground.

Now that I was held in place Vicky switched positions with Ginny and began to stroke my member and fondle my balls while Ginny selected a paddle from the wall. Vicky took a much different approach than Ginny did. After a short time of teasing she began to stroke me like crazy. She took me all the way to the edge, but then she stopped.

SMACK!

My eyes must have grown three sizes, and I nearly bit the gag in half as Ginny struck me full force with the cool metal paddle she had crafted herself.

“I find if you use the right materials, you get just the right flex and sting,” Ginny whispered in my, ear as she rubbed my burning ass. “Besides, everyone uses wood. I don’t want to be like everyone else.”

Then she stepped back and delivered five more heat-inducing blows.

“Now I am going to fuck that ass for all I’m worth,” I heard Vicky say.

I had not even realized she had left the room in the midst of my ‘punishment’. I looked up and saw that she was holding yet another of Ginny’s contraptions. Once again it was made out of steel and shaped to form a twelve inch cone. It had a rounded point at one end and got progressively larger until it reached its maximum diameter of around four inches. Then a handle had been attached to the end to provide better leverage.

As I stared at the device I felt Ginny squirting lubricant on my asshole. After she did this, Vicky found her place behind me and then worked it in and out of me over and over again. She took her time as she pushed it further and further with ever stroke until I was stretched to my limit. I am not sure how far she got it in, but I can tell you the feeling was intense.

Now that Vicky was content with the amount of pressure she had put on my ass they decided to move on to other areas. Ginny brought out her final contraption. It consisted of three thin strands of chain all joined together at one end. Two of the ends had rubber tipped clamps on them which Ginny latched tightly to each of my nipples.

I winced as she tightened them. I have never enjoyed having my nipples pinched or twisted. Today was no different.

The remaining chain end had an unusually-shaped, three-hoop shackle on it. Each hoop was slightly larger than the next. The largest of the three hoops was fastened tightly around the base of my cock and balls. The second was fastened tightly around the middle of my shaft. Lastly, the third and smallest one was clamped tightly just under the tip of my cock. The shackles alone put enough tension on me to make me very uncomfortable, but they were not done. Ginny pulled harshly on the section of the chains where they came together. The pain was incredible, but arousing at the same time.

Suddenly I felt Vicky playing with the tool in my ass once more. Slowly but steadily she thrust it in and out while Ginny proceeded to add small weight to the chain pulling on my nipples and genitals. With every weight she added Vicky picked up the pace. My head was spinning as various amounts of pain and arousal shot through my body. Then, when I knew I could take no more, with a flick of her wrists, Ginny snapped off the chains. At the same time Vicky was really pounding away at my ass. The flurry of feeling flowing through my nipples, ass, balls, and cock flung me over the edge and I shot my load onto my own face.

I was in total shock as the streams hit my lips, cheeks, and chin. Vicky and Ginny laughed with delight at their accomplishment and my total humiliation. Then they left the room giggling as they went.

I am not sure how long they left me in there alone. My face and cock were dripping from my own come and my bondage held me firmly in place. They had left the tool in my ass and it burned from the thrusting and spanking. At some point, my exhaustion and humiliation must have gotten the best of me, and I passed out.

Wednesday, November 13th

When I finally woke up, I was lying naked on their family room floor with a blanket thrown over me. Vicky and Ginny were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast in their bathrobes. As I rolled over to get off the floor, I immediately was reminded of the previous night’s events. My body was very sore and muscles I had forgotten I had, ached.

The ladies sensed my discomfort and they rose from their seats. Before I could lift myself off the floor Ginny was straddling me, pulled her robe up, and lowered her pussy down on my face.

“We want one last thing from you before we take you home.” Vicky said as Ginny grabbed my head and pushed my mouth to her bush.

I lapped away for a couple minutes before she reached her climax. She was still quite sensitive, but this time she let me go after just one orgasm.

Then Vicky took her turn. As tired and sore as I was, I still did not mind eating her honey pot. She was absolutely delicious. I licked and sucked on her clit until she came in a screaming orgasm and released me.

They told me to go back to sleep and they would wake me when it was time to go. I was all too happy to obey this command.

An hour later when they woke me up, they were dressed and ready for work. They handed my clothes to me and I got dressed. Then they dropped me off at home on their way to work.

As I opened the door to enter I found a note.

Slave,

Don’t worry about work. It has been taken care of. I will be working all day today. So take a shower and get some rest. I am sure you could use it. However, I expect you to spend the whole day naked, no exceptions.

I pulled the note from the door and went inside to take a shower. Then I lay down on the couch and fell asleep.

I must have been even more tired than I realized. I slept right through lunch and did not wake up until I heard the garage opening just after 5:00 p.m. when Jess came home.

I found my place on the floor near the door and kneeled in submission as she opened the door. As instructed I was completely naked.

“Did you have fun last night?” Jess asked.

“Yes, mistress, thank you,” I answered. I knew that was all I was permitted to answer.

“Good,” she said. “I brought home supper. When we’re done I will take you to your next surprise.”

We sat down at the table as we ate our sandwiches. I wondered whether this was a surprise I would enjoy or not.

When we were done Jess picked out some clothes for me to wear and we got in the car to leave for our destination. As per usual she said nothing as we drove.

In a matter of minutes we pulled up in front of the library at a local college. Jess led me inside and we walked around the various floors while she looked around. Finally she stopped and told me what she was up to.

“As you may have noticed there are several students here studying and doing research for papers. You can pick any woman here and I will make the arrangements for you to eat her pussy. The only stipulation is that you cannot leave the library. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I answered. This was actually a challenge I would enjoy.

We walked around the building once more before I finally made my selection. “She’s the one.” I said pointing in the direction of a student pushing a cart in order to return books to the rightful place. She was a cute brunette with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing thin-framed glasses on her cute upturned nose. Her eyes were large and brown and her skin looked soft and smooth. She wore a tight, red sweater that covered her perky B-cup breasts and a pair of jeans that accentuated her tight, young ass.

When she reached for some books on the bottom of her cart, I got a glimpse of the red thong she wore and the butterfly tattoo on the small of her back. I do not know exactly what drew me to her, but the fact that she worked at the library seemed to put her in the class of those studious girls that always intrigued me, but I never brought myself to ask out. The fact that she worked there meant she might also know a good place to hook up as well.

Jess approached her and spent several minutes conversing with her as they both looked back at me. I smiled back as they chatted wondering what they were saying. Finally the girl walked up to me and put out her hand.

“I’m Emily,” she said. “Your wife claims you are the best. Is that true?”

“I suppose,” I answered.

“I will be the judge of that,” she countered and then grabbed my hand leading me to an empty meeting room. “We don’t have much time. I am still on the clock and they’ll come looking for me if I am gone too long.”

Then she locked the doors and closed the blinds to the room. After that she slid her pants down over her tight, round bottom and kicked them off. I stopped her from removing her thong. That was something I wanted to do myself. The red silk material looked like a Christmas package to me and I could not wait to see what it held. I slid her panties down to reveal her neatly shaven pussy. It was cut cleanly in the shape of a heart and I could not wait to dive in. I sat her down in one of the leather-cushioned armchairs that surrounded the rectangle table. Then I kneeled in front of her, ran my hands up her smooth sexy legs, and pushed her knees apart.

I leaned forward and pressed my tongue flat against the folds of her vagina. Slowly I ran my tongue up and down her slit as she leaned back in the chair. I took my time rolling my tongue from top to bottom of her entrance while my hands crept up inside her sweater and found the nipples of her young, perky tits. Then I rolled her nipples between my fingertips as my tongue dove deeper into her pussy. As her juices began to flow, the salty, sweet flavor caressed my tongue. The taste reminded me of fresh-made caramel corn as my tongue explored even more.

As I reached her clit, I pinched her nipples slightly, causing her moaning to increase. Her hands were no longer on my head, but now were clasped tightly to the arms of the chair in which she sat. I massaged her breasts with increased vigor as my lips wrapped around her magic button. Then I licked, sucked, and hummed her to orgasm pinching and pulling at her nipples as she came. She did not cry out as many women before her had. Instead, she moaned long and deep as the waves of pleasure took over her body.

“That was incredible,” she sighed, as she slouched back in the chair, still gasping for air. “You could definitely teach the boys around this school a thing or two.”

“It was my pleasure,” I said honestly.

Then she pulled her jeans back on and stepped over to me. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her as she kissed me passionately. Our tongues danced together for a few brief seconds before she released me.

“You can stop by and see me any time,” she said, as she stuffed her panties in my jeans’ pocket. Then she grabbed the bulge at the front of my pants before she turned and opened the door.

“Sorry, I really have to get back to work. Believe me, I would much rather do this than stack books, but duty calls.” Then she walked out the door and I followed her out the section where we had left Jess.

Emily returned to her cart with a huge grin on her face as I searched the floor for my wife. After a couple minutes, I found her sitting on a couch reading a copy of “Redbook.”

Once Jess saw me, she put down her magazine and headed for the door without saying a word. I followed her to the car and we drove home.

Once we arrived at home, Jess ordered me to run her a bath. As I had done several times before, I washed her body and shaved her legs until she was satisfied with my work. Then I was sent to my spot on the floor to sleep while she continued to relax in the bubbles. Due to the amount of sleep I had received that day and my aroused state of washing my wife and eating out a young vixen I had a hard time getting to sleep.

Jess discovered that I was still awake when she exited the bathroom and ordered me to stand. I stood before her naked as she berated me for not obeying. “I told you to go to sleep. Now I am going to have to punish you.”

She motioned me to lean over and grab the footboard of the bed as she dropped her towel to prepare to spank me. She delivered ten successive swats to my ass with her bare hand as my punishment. The combination of her sexy naked body and the spankings gave me another erection.

“I guess we are going to have to do something about that; aren’t we?” she asked rhetorically, as she eyed my cock.

Then she jumped up on the bed, rolled over on her back, and spread her legs wide. Then she beckoned me to fuck her as she raised her legs. I happily slid my cock inside her surprisingly wet pussy as she threw her legs over my shoulders. I pumped away at her vigorously as she ordered me to fuck her harder. My balls slapped against her beautiful ass with every thrust until we came together in amazing unison and I collapsed on top of her.

After we caught our collective breath, she sent me to the floor once again. I fell asleep with ease this time.

She started off by pointing out the various different spanking devices she had been using and the benefits of each one. Some allowed for sharp, stinging slaps to the ass. Others allowed for dull but more repetitive sessions. There were even some that appeared to be harsher than they actually were. This worked best for the easily intimidated. She demonstrated each of them in order with great expertise.

I did not have much trouble making it through this part of the session, partially because I was learning to enjoy it, and partially due to the motivation.

Then she moved to Cock and Ball Torture. She started off by slapping my cock a few times. This really turned me on. Then she showed them how to use clamps on my genitals. I hated that part. It took all the focus I could muster to keep my cool as she clipped them to my scrotum and shaft. For effect, she spanked my ass a few times once they were in place. Helen wanted to be sure everyone realized the benefits of using more than one method at a time. When she finally removed the clamps, the pain actually intensified for a bit before settling down.

After all the clamps were off she proceeded to stroke my cock bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then stopping. Then she turned to the attentive crowd and told them that this is something she likes to do several times during a session.

“A slave will do anything for you once he realizes that his ability or inability to come is in your hands,” she told them.

She was absolutely right. Most of the reason I obeyed so well was due to knowing that one fact.

Then she turned back around and grabbed the base of my cock and balls and removed the harness that already held them and replaced it with a thicker, tighter-fitting one with a D-ring on it. Then she attached a short rope to the D-ring and pulled quick and hard to ensure that it would stay in place. It surprised me when she did this, but I was able to keep quiet.

Then she demonstrated the effectiveness of adding weight to the equation as she slowly added more and more to the rope now hanging between my legs. I felt the pressure grow and grow as I felt the strap tighten and pull on my genitals. I was nearing my breaking point as she put on the final weight and turned to face the crowd. My hands clenched tightly as I desperately tried to block out the feeling.

I barely heard what she was telling the crowd as I concentrated on my goal, but the next thing I new she had selected a woman from the class who was now inspecting Helen’s work. She tested the bondage on my arms and legs and even gave a quick tug on the rope pulling down on my member. I whimpered a bit as the weight fell back into place. Then the woman took her bare hand and slapped my ass twice before she returned to her seat, giggling as she went. Finally, Helen removed the weights and freed my genitals from all of their bondage. I took several deep breaths as the blood flow returned.

Before I had completely regained my composure I felt the cool sensation of lube being squirted at the entrance of my asshole. I actually heard a few of the women give a little clap as Helen did this. Once she had a generous amount in place, Helen stopped and gave a few pointers to ensure the safety of all parties involved. Then she went on to talk about the many different ways to use the slave’s asshole for punishment and humiliation. She pointed out that this is something that should not be taken lightly, for it is a very powerful tool to use. Then she pulled out her bag of toys once more.

She started by demonstrating a simple mid-sized dildo and eased it slowly in to show proper technique. Then she used my ass to show off different vibrators she had available as well as the various shapes and sizes they came in. Finally, she pulled her “favorite” toy from the bag: a strap-on.

I lay there in anticipation as she schooled the anxious crowd on the power of taking your slave’s virgin ass with a strap-on. She went on to talk about how pleasurable it can be for both parties, “especially if you use a double-ended one like this one,” she said, as she directed the audience’s attention towards a door at the far side of the room.

I looked over and saw my wife standing in the door way with her strap-on already in place. My dick was already soft and small from the torment I had already encountered coupled with the humiliation I was experiencing. However, when I saw her, my member seemed as though it was trying to disappear into my body. The thought of being ass-raped in front of these women was terrifying.

As she walked towards us I began to take in her powerful look. She had her hair pulled back off her shoulders and wore heavier make-up than usual. She wore a black vinyl merry widow that pushed up her spectacular breasts and a simple black choker around her neck. The strap-on she had in place was also black. It was about ten inches long and above-average girth. I could tell by the way she walked she was enjoying the other end deep in her pussy. Her look was completed by 3″ black stiletto heels with straps that wrapped around her legs to the top of her calf.

When she finally reached the table I was bound to, I looked up at the crowd and saw their various looks of shock, intrigue, and excitement. A cold sweat overtook my body as many of the women whispered to those around them. It was obvious by their pointing and gesturing that they got a kick out of my disappearing member.

Jess took her place behind me as Helen released my hands and then found a seat amongst the others. Jess reached up and grabbed my wrists pulling my arms behind me. Then she pushed the dildo in to me, using my arms as leverage, then slid it most of the way out. Then she pushed back and out once more. She repeated this time and time again each time penetrating me deeper and deeper. With each thrust, she pulled harder and harder on my arms demonstrating her power over me.

By now, she was starting to enjoy the sensations on her end and she began to moan a bit, to the crowd’s delight. After several long minutes of getting pounded, my cock came out of hiding and began to rise. The ladies could not get enough until Jess picked up the pace even more as her climax neared.

“Give it to him,” came a cry from the audience.

“Yeah, let him have it!” another shouted.

“Fuck him silly!” yet another one let loose, as Jess really started pounding, and the crowd really got into it.

I could tell by the long, hard thrusts I was receiving that Jess was near orgasm. Seconds later she reached her peak and the pace hit its maximum speed. Then my cock reached full attention. The crowd went absolutely wild as Jess collapsed on top of me when her orgasm subsided.

The audience stood to their feet, hooting and hollering, while Jess caught her breath. They continued to berate me with reminders of my nothingness and how I deserved what I got. Despite all the insults, I remained hard as Jess stood up straight and removed the phallus from my hole. She bowed to the still-standing crowd and quickly strutted out of sight.

Helen rose from her seat and motioned for the women to sit as she spoke once more. “Now do you understand the power you can have over your man?” she asked.

The entire audience nodded to the affirmative.

“I suppose we owe him his reward.” Helen announced, as she stroked my stiff cock a few quick times, before releasing the bonds that held my legs and torso in place. “Go ahead and lie down on the table,” she instructed me.

As I lay there completely naked but free of bondage, I listened to her address the women once again. She reminded them that, for my reward, I was going to get to choose to whom I would demonstrate oral servitude. Then she asked if there was anyone in the audience who was unwilling to participate because it would require them to be naked from the waist down in front of the entire group.

Before any of them were given a chance to bow out, Helen took the opportunity to make sure they understood what a ‘gift’ I had. She even went on to tell how glad she was that she had gotten to experience my ‘gift’ for herself. Finally, she asked if there were any who wish to be excluded. To my delight none did.

Then things got even more interesting. Helen announced that there was not going to be one woman selected but three. This got me and the crowd excited. She went on to tell how there were three ideal positions for slaves to administer oral servitude and that I would demonstrate all three.

Then she dropped the bomb. The selection was going to be done by lottery.

As she passed tickets out to the audience and ripped half off and placed it into a bowl I realized I had been played once again. Helen had told me I would get to choose the woman. She just did not say how. As she continued passing out tickets to the group, I knew I was at the mercy of the draw. Finally, each woman had a ticket and Helen stood before me with the bowl.

“Take your pick,” she teased, and I reached for one of the five dozen, red ticket halves in the bowl.

“Twenty seven,” I read.

A woman from the right side of the room in the second row of chairs stood up and held her ticket out to Helen for her confirmation.

“We have a winner!” Helen declared, as she waved the woman to the front of the room.

Meanwhile one of the ladies who brought me here led another slave into the room carrying a tall wooden armchair that resembled a throne. It had some impressive craftsmanship with a tall back to it and a padded seat.

This was the first time I had seen another slave at the seminar. While it caught me a bit off guard, I was not completely surprised. Like me, he was completely naked, except he was being led by a leash attached to a collar around his neck. He was an African/American in his early twenties, very muscular, although not bulked up. He was completely bald, but did sport a well-maintained goatee.

The chair he carried hid his package from the sight of the on-looking women until he set it in front of the audience where Helen directed. At that point, they got a brief glimpse before he was led away once more. His cock was soft but, even so, it was easily six inches long with considerable girth. I could tell by the glassed-over look in many of the women’s eyes that they could imagine how big it could become. I even caught a couple of them licking their lips. Their imaginations were brought back to reality as Helen spoke once more.

“Slave, stroke your cock for the ladies while I give Amy some quick instructions. I want you to stay hard for your crowd, but you may not come,” she ordered. Then she set Amy down in the chair and whispered some instruction to her.

I proceeded to stroke my cock slowly while the women watched. I was still a little embarrassed as I did it, but I was getting used to the crowd. This went on for about five more minutes before Helen stopped my hand. I was thoroughly aroused by now and hoped for some relief. Helen took my hand and instructed me to stand. The she pointed to my erection as she addressed the audience.

“An important element of proper oral servitude is proper motivation. As you can see, he is motivated.” Then she slapped my cock a couple times as the women giggled, while my balls bounced up and down. Finally she told me to get going.

I took a couple quick steps toward the woman from the audience, who now sat comfortably in her throne. Amy was about 5′ 10″ and slender. She had beautiful long legs that were shown off by her tight black mini-dress. Her breasts were small but round and her neck looked delicious, peeking out from behind her straight, jet-black hair, cut to just below her shoulders. Her eyes were emerald green and round and her nose had a bit of an upturn near the end. Her lips were thin and painted bright red as she flashed a devious smile, while I approached. She sat with her legs crossed so I knew I would need to get permission before I went any further.

“Mistress, may I lick your pussy?” I asked politely, as I kneeled in front of her.

“You may,” she responded, as she un-crossed her legs and smiled once again.

I placed my hands on her knees and pushed them gently apart. Then I reached up her soft, silky thighs to remove her panties. I slid her bright red thong down over her knees and then off of each foot. After that, I took them in my hand and pressed them to my nose to sniff while I acknowledged my unworthiness to her.

When I returned to her, I pushed the bottom of her dress up above her waist to reveal her pussy to me. Her pubic hair was trimmed short, but was just as black as the night. I motioned for her to slide forward in the chair, just a bit, in order to give me better access. Then I stopped for a brief moment and stared at the beautiful mound I was about to enjoy.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said, and then leaned forward to kiss her inner thigh. I planted several quick pecks on each thigh before kissing the entrance to her pussy with slightly more vigor. Then I opened the folds to her pussy with my tongue as I ran my hands along the outside of her thighs and grabbed her ass. I explored her for quite some time with my tongue until I knew I had teased her enough. She was leaning back in the chair with her hands gripping tightly to the arms as I placed my tongue flat against her clit and licked a few times.

By now she was moaning her approval as I wrapped my lips around her clit and began to hum deep in my throat. Not wanting to take her over the edge too quickly, I alternated between licking and humming for several more minutes. It was apparent that she was having a hard time sitting still as she began to wiggle in her seat.

I took my cue, wrapped my lips around her clit once more, and began to suck. Within seconds she grabbed the back of my head and humped my face as she screamed out in orgasm. I kept sucking for quite some time but slowed down gradually until she released me and I pulled my face from her pussy. I returned to my kneeling position and waited for my next command.

While Amy took this opportunity to regain her composure and pull her panties back on. Helen pointed out the obvious benefits of this position for oral servitude. She pointed out the queen-like power a mistress held in this position as well as her ability to control and instruct the slave.

“He did not need any instruction.” Amy gasped, as she remained slumped in the chair, still catching her breath. Her face was flushed red as she spoke again. “That was the best orgasm I have had in my entire life! Can I buy him?” she asked.

“Not yet,” Helen responded quickly, and instructed me to lay back down on the table. Then she held the bowl with the tickets out in front of me once again. As I selected the next ticket I wondered what she meant by ‘not yet’.

“Fifty-three,” I called out, as I read the chosen ticket and looked to the crowd for a winner.

This time, a woman standing in the back with a few others who had moved to get a better look, held up her ticket. She quickly stepped to the front of the room to the place where Helen stood. Her name tag read “Gloria”. She was no more than 5-foot-tall, twenty years old and Hispanic. She wore 4″ heels that clomped as she walked. Her pants were light brown and tight, revealing her plump ass. Her breasts were large and full and she enjoyed showing them off.

This was obvious by her ample cleavage dealt by her bright, multi colored blouse. Her face was cute and round with her long dark hair pulled back and dark red hoop earrings that matched her lipstick. She was obviously ready to get things started as she handed Helen her ticket.

Helen confirmed her number and whispered in her ear a few brief instructions as I was told to stroke my cock once again. I obeyed her wishes as I waited for my next task. As before, I was not allowed to come, but she commanded I stay hard.

I must have gotten really into masturbating and did not realize that Gloria had removed her shoes, pants, and panties. I was awakened from my trance when she climbed up on the table and slapped my hand away from my cock.

Gloria quickly made her way to the end of the table where my head was resting and planted her knees down on my shoulders as she straddled my face. With Amy it was something I practically begged to do, but this time the audience was going to be shown how to make your slave serve orally. I found this out when Gloria placed her hands on the sides of my head and shoved my face into her bush.

“LICK MY PUSSY!” she demanded, as she forced my face to her crotch. Despite my shock at the use of force, I quickly obliged. I sensed from her presence that a more aggressive approach might be called for and skipped past the gentle pecks and kisses and went straight to licking and sucking. Even though I was more vigorous, I made sure to tease as I progressed, allowing her orgasm to build slow and strong.

After I had been at it for quite a little while, she removed her hands from my head, but ordered me to keep at it while she unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra. Then she slid her knees down off of my shoulders freeing my arms, but keeping her pussy over my mouth while I continued to pleasure her. She took my hands and pulled them to her tits and barked at me to squeeze them and pinch her nipples.

I continued to lap away at her pussy for a considerable amount of time while I fondled her breasts. Every time I pinched or twisted her nipples her excitement seemed to build. Finally, I licked and sucked her to the very edge of orgasm and then twisted harshly on both nipples, pinching them as I turned.

She cried out as she climaxed and slammed her pussy even harder down on my mouth. I continued to suck as I turned up the intensity on her tits, hoping she would finish before I suffocated. She soon began to buck up and down as I hit all of the right spots and finished her off before she fell back and to the side of me on the table.

We both lay there catching our breath for several more minutes as Helen, again, addressed the crowd. I heard very little of what she said, but I did notice many of the women had begun to touch themselves through their clothing as they observed.

Once Gloria had caught her breath, she buttoned her shirt and pulled on her pants before picking up her shoes and returning to her seat. She said nothing as she walked back. She simply shook her head in amazement with a huge smile on her face as she fixed a few strands of hair which had come free from her pony tail during our performance.

Helen finished making a few quick points and then held the bowl before me for my final selection. Before I pulled the last ticket, I looked up to the faces of the women in the audience. They were all sitting at the edge of their seats with their tickets out in front of them in anticipation. I even witnessed a few whispering to themselves, “please pick me; please pick me,” over and over again. I could not help but get a little kick out of their desire for me and my ‘magic’ tongue.

I reached out and grabbed a ticket. “Two!” I called out.

I watched as several women threw their tickets to the floor in disappointment and frustration that their number had not been called. Then a woman on the far right of the room stood and held up her ticket in delight and seeming shock.

“I never win anything,” she said innocently, as Helen confirmed her number.

“Sorry, ladies,” Helen said, “It looks like Stephanie is our final winner.”

Looking at Stephanie, I could not have been happier. She was as cute as could be and looked like she was about sixteen years old although she really turned out to be twenty-five. She had very short brown hair with a little bit of blonde highlighting and beautiful brown eyes. She had a small round nose and full pink lips. Her body was small but the picture of perfection. Her breasts were perky C-cups and her stomach was flat as a board. Her ass gave her a delicious shape as it jutted out firmly just below her small waist and her legs were short but shapely.

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