Cute Girls

Valerie’s Rebirth Ch. 02

“This is the second part of the seventh and final story in my Valerie series. The previous chapters were (in order) “Valerie’s Submission”, “Valerie’s Exploration”, “Valerie’s Commitment”, “Valerie’s Initiation” parts 1 and 2, “Valerie’s Growth”, parts 1 and 2, and “Valerie’s Crisis”. I may, from time to time, write additional stories involving these characters, but this one will resolve the major plot strings that have been hanging for some time. I hope you have enjoyed this story. I know it has been a joy (and a heartbreaking effort at times) for me. Remember that I look forward to feedback of both the positive and negative (if it’s constructive) variety, the former for encouragement and the latter for self improvement. The lyrics of “Battle Hymn of Love” were written by Tim O’Brien and originally sung by Kathy Mattea. I’m sorry that they could not be included in their entirety, by Literotica will not allow it.”

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Valerie woke to the sensation of being kissed lightly on the lips. Her eyes fluttered open to see Sally’s face practically inside her own, lips brushing against hers. She kissed back, opening her mouth to let their tongues greet each other properly.

“How’s that for an alarm clock?” Sally asked.

“Mmmm. So much better than my beeper alarm. What time is it?”

“A little after 7. You’ve got two and a half hours until your interview.”

“Plenty of time. Shower?”

“Talked me into it.”

They took another joint shower, the last, they hoped, where they could not take the time for some morning delight under the spray. They had a busy day. Valerie had her interview at Degrasi Publications, they were picking up Francine, the new hot water heater was due in and Sally was planning to call all the utilities to get them set up in their name.

“Valerie, how’s your back?”

“It’s a little tight. I think the scars might be firming up. I should see Helen next week to make sure that they are healing properly. I’m not sure she had moving in mind when she told me to take things easy.”

“Probably not. Add to that, we’re getting auctioned off tomorrow after our handfasting.”

“Do you have any idea what master is planning?”

“Not a clue. He’s very good at keeping things close to his chest. It will be special, that’s all I can tell you to expect.”

They had been dressing while they talked and Valerie asked, “How’s this for an interview?” Valerie had put on one of her business suits, a navy blue pair of slacks, short sleeve tan blouse, and, as a nod to her submissive nature, black three inch heels.

“You look great, very professional. I like the heels. You know, after Saturday, you’ll be wearing your collar 24/7. Maybe you should wear a collar to the interview, to let them know who they are actually hiring?”

“I thought of that. I’m just not sure a leather collar is right.”

“It’s more honest than none at all.”

Agreeing, she looked in her drawers for the collar she had worn to Divine’s Devils earlier this week. Just as she found it (under some boxes), the doorbell rang. Sally answered it and then called out, “Valerie, it’s for you.”

She went to the door and there was a man from a courier service. “Ms. Burbon?”

“Yes?”

“Delivery for you. Sign here.”

She took the form and signed. There was no return address on it. The package was heavier than she expected for its size. Thanking him, she took it to the bedroom, the only room that was livable right now and opened it up. Inside was a teak wood box, engraved with a drawing of a naked woman, hands bound above her head and feet spread. The box alone was beautiful. The contents were even more spectacular. The collar, four cuffs, and small key lay in a velvet lining inside the box. The words engraved into the collar were simple, yet elegant, “Valerie, slave of Master Charles,” with the ‘of’ centered in the tag space below ‘Valerie, slave’ and above ‘Master Charles’. The O in of, was a small ring that a leash could be attached to. She picked up the collar and saw the exquisite engraving of the bound women, clearly naked and bound, but not in any sense pornographic. Tears came to her eyes as she handled the silver collar.

“Valerie, those are so beautiful. Was Rachael worth it?”

“If I had known they were so lovely, I would have been willing to walk out of there naked. Would you put them on me? I want to see how they look on me.”

“Sure. Hand me the key.”

Valerie picked up the key. That simple act felt so wrong that she couldn’t pass it on to Sally fast enough. Sally unlocked the collar and slipped it around her neck, noting how cleverly the hinges had been blended into the bindings between the women figures on the surface. When she closed it, the click sounded incredibly loud in Valerie’s ears. She let out a breath she had not known she was holding. The process repeated for each of the cuffs. All of them fit perfectly, snug, yet not too tight.

Valerie went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The tears that had started were freely flowing. Sally came in behind her, holding her shoulders. “Why the tears?”

“I’m so happy. I was worried how I would feel. Nothing I’ve ever worn was so right on me. I love him. I want him to know how much so bad.”

“He’ll know, he’ll know.”

“I want to wear them to the interview. Can you keep the key safe? It feels so wrong for me to even touch it, let alone carry it with me.”

“I’d be honored. You’re right. You should wear this collar to the interview. You are the perfect vision of who you are, the submissive professional. If they won’t hire you because of these, they don’t deserve you.”

“Thanks. I’d better control myself or I will never get my makeup right.”

They finished getting ready for the day and Sally drove Valerie to the Degrasi corporate headquarters. As planned, she arrived an hour early, giving her a chance to look through all twelve publications. All of them were of the same quality as the Sapho Digest she had been shown by Rachael and Giggy. She would have no problem being associated with any of these publications, even the ones that were obviously ones she would never subscribe to, like The Gay Gentleman.

She also took hope from the receptionist. Like Valerie, she was professionally dressed, but she had a very erotic look to her outfit. She also had noticeable nipple piercings and a small silver collar made to look like entwined ropes. Her name badge identified her as Erika. She had noted the collar on Valerie’s neck.

“That’s a very lovely collar. May I?”

Valerie nodded, lifting her chin to give her a better look at the engraving.

“Master Charles must care for you very much.”

“He does, though he did not give me this. It’s going to be my gift to him tomorrow at Mephisto’s.”

“You’re that Valerie! I had no idea. Master and I and my sister slaves are going to be there. And you’re surprising him with these? You must love him very much.”

“Yes, I do. May I ask who your Master is?”

“I serve Master Damien. He’s very demanding and very special.” The look on her face was almost dreamy when she mentioned him.

“I’ll let you get back to work. I want to look over some of the publications, get a feel for them. If I get hired, would you want to talk about our experiences. I’m still new at this. I’ve been submitting for almost a month.”

“I would love to. I’m always looking for new ways to show my submission to Master.”

The hour she waited passed fast, her professional eye making observations about the magazines. She made notes for some ideas she had for improving advertising in them. The interview committee consisted of three women and two men. They gave her one of the most grueling interviews she had ever experienced. It was clear that they knew their stuff and would not accept anything but the best for the position. She was asked to explain every item in her portfolio, the reasons for various decisions made and why the item was in the portfolio at all. They quizzed her on her knowledge of their magazines, making her glad she had come as early as she had. They even had three different advertisements that she had to come up with ways to improve their presence in a given magazine. The whole process took three hours, leaving her sore, exhausted and very fulfilled. She just knew that this job would be demanding and fulfilling.

Throughout the interview, no mention was made of her collar and cuffs, until the last questions. One of the women, a red head with a hint of tattoo showing on her shoulder asked, “Ms. Burbon, do you believe that a slave collar and cuffs are appropriate attire for a professional advertising executive?”

Valerie took a deep breath and gave the answer she had mentally prepared. “Ma’am, for me it is. Who I am is equally made up of my identity as an advertising executive, my identity as my Master’s submissive and my identity as my lover’s life partner. I intend to give my Master these as a gift of devotion tomorrow at a ceremony at Mephisto’s. After that, only he will be able to remove them. So, if you decide to hire me, you will get the submissive along with the executive. It seemed only fair that I let you know that before you hire me. I’d rather not be hired than be fired on my first day on the job.”

One of the men responded to her answer. “Are you willing to assume yet another identity, that of a public face for the magazines that you will be representing.?”

“That’s why I came early to look through your publications. What I see in them are very professional magazines that I would be honored to represent in any capacity. If my advertising expertise can improve them in any way, so much the better.”

“If you’ll wait outside for a minute, I think we can let you know about our decision shortly.”

Back out in the lobby, she paced, nervous about the process. She thought the interview had gone well, but you never know. She could get no read on them during the interview, partly because they had her racing a mile a minute with their questions. Ten minutes later, she was invited back in.

“Ms. Burbon, of all the applicants, you’re advertising qualifications were second to only one other applicant. There were numerous who had more familiarity with the readers of our magazines and their interests, but most had only limited advertising experience. Of our top five candidates, we selected the one who most demonstrated an ability to be proud of working for Degrasi Publications. Can you start Monday?”

Five full seconds passed as she took in the meaning of her words. She was hired! “Yes. I can start Monday. When does the business day start here?”

“Normal operations start at 8. However, you’ll need to come in at 6 for two weeks. You are going to get the crash course in the company. Erika knows everything there is to know about the company, probably more than we would be comfortable with if we knew the actual extent. In two weeks, you will know as much about our operations and the publications as any of the other applicants. You will need to hire your own secretary. Erika can provide some basic support until you do. It’s a pleasure to welcome you aboard.”

He shook her hand and she said, “It’s a pleasure and an honor to be on board.”

“Oh, by the way. You will be on the cover of the next issue of The Sensible Submissive. We have a man covering your handfasting ceremony. I think the article’s working title is ‘Degrasi Employee Finds Love and Domination’.”

“I’ll try to be early enough that he can get an interview in before the ceremony starts,” she said with a smile. She though to herself, “It might also be the only clothed shot he could get for the cover.”

On her way out, she gave Erika, who was on the phone, a thumbs up, getting a little flick of the wrist, as if a whip was being struck, back. She had her cell phone out to call a cab, when she saw that Sally was already there in the car.

“Hurry up. We can just make the hospital in time to pick up Francine.”

“You’re a doll. I was worried I wouldn’t make it in time. I got it. They hired me!”

“That’s wonderful! You start Monday?”

“Yes, 6 AM. Two weeks of intensive ‘this is the company you work for’ and then I get 2 more hours of sleep each night. Do you have the key. We should get these back in the box for tomorrow.”

“Oops. I left the box, with the key on the bed. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’m comfortable wearing them. I just don’t want to ruin the surprise for Master.”

The drive went fast, making all the lights. It seemed fate, or some deity, wanted them to have a good day. They found a space near the entrance and managed to make Francine’s room by ten of two. Francine and Helen were there.

“Okay, Francine, you need to be careful. You’re still weak from the blood loss. No heavy lifting, no strenuous exercise and absolutely no play. Do you understand?”

“Yes Helen. I can’t be trusted to play anyway. And yes, I will see Dr. Gloush.” She noticed the two ladies and exclaimed, “Valerie, Sally, you made it. Valerie, what are those? They are so lovely. Charles gave you those?”

“No, I’m giving them to him tomorrow. I wore them to my interview so they could see who they hired.”

“Hired? You got the job! Congratulations. I know you’ll love it there. Did you meet Erika?”

“Yes. She seems very… exuberant.”

“Yes. Her Master is very different from yours. Both good, but different.”

Sally asked Helen, “Is she cleared to go? We want to get her out of here. People die in hospitals, you know.”

“Yes, she’s checked out. Enjoy tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As they were riding the elevator down, Francine explained, “I have a psychiatrist now. Charles found someone who, while not in the lifestyle, understands it and is willing to treat me. He has me started on anti-depressants. I’m not sure they’re working, but I’ve only been taking them for a day.”

They had reached the main lobby and were exiting the hospital. Valerie explained, “We got some of your stuff moved to the house. Your…”

Francine stiffened, halting them on the steps. Valerie was one step below the other two. A police officer was walking towards them, holding a sheaf of papers. Then Francine uttered a word that chilled all three to the bones. “Harv.”

Sally would later swear that time seemed to slow down, letting her observe every detail of the next three seconds. Harv pulling a hand out of his coat, a revolver swinging towards Francine. The officer dropping the papers and drawing his own Glock. Francine freezing and screaming in terror. Valerie putting her hands out, stepping in front of Francine, yelling, “NO!” Sally herself shoving Francine to the side, falling as she did. Then time snapped back and the pop of the .22 and the roar of the Glock sounded in rapid succession. Sally turned from her fallen position and saw both Harv and Valerie lying on the ground. Valerie had her hand to her throat, mouth moving but no sound coming out.

Her own voice was loud, the terror wrenching from deep in her heart. “Valerie! NO!” Sally and Francine, both weeping in gasping sobs, crawled to Valerie.

“Valerie, no! Don’t die. You can’t die. I just found you. Please God, anything, you can have anything, just don’t let her die!”

“Don’t you dare die on me. I can’t do this without you. You brought me back. Please Valerie, come back to me.”

The two women were despondent, unable to fathom their friend and lover being taken from them so suddenly. The cop, recovering the gun from where Harv had dropped it, was on his radio. “This is officer Williams. Shots fired at county general. Officer involved shooting. Two down, perp and civilian. We need medics here now!”

The blood was seeping out of the hole on Harv’s unmoving chest, the hollow point 9 mm doing what it was designed to do. Williams noted in the back of his head that the perp had used a .22. The gun secured and help on the way, he turned towards the downed lady, intending to try to keep her alive long enough for the medics to arrive. The first thing that struck him was the lack of blood. He knelt down next to her. There was a small lead plug stuck in the unusual necklace she had on. She seemed to be having difficulty talking.

“Ladies, let me in here. Ma’am, can you breathe?” Valerie tried to talk, but only a rasping noise came out. “Just nod or shake you head.” Valerie nodded. “I don’t see any blood. I think your necklace caught the slug.”

Sally caught that last bit. “She’s okay?”

“I don’t know about okay, she’s having trouble talking. But she can breathe and there’s no blood. This is one lucky lady. Here’s the medics. Let them through. Come one people, back off and let the EMTs work, fort God’s sake.” Turning back to Francine and Sally, he asked, “Do you know this guy?”

“He’s my former boyfriend. He beat me nearly to death a month ago. I guess he wanted to finish the job.” As her grief was ending, knowing that Valerie was going to live, she came face to face with what just happened. She whispered, in awe, “She stood in front of him. She was going to die for me.”

“Probably saved your life. Her neck was at your heart level. .22s are not great for killing, but a clean shot to the heart, if it gets past a rib, will do it. What kind of necklace it that, anyway?”

Sally didn’t even think of making something up. “It’s her slave collar. She’s a submissive and was going to give it to her dominant tomorrow.”

“Is she the same one that…?”

“Yes.”

“She’s had a hell of a week. Most people don’t have two near brushes with death in their lives, let alone in a week. Tell her to be careful. I don’t want to have to respond to the third strike. No one’s that lucky.”

“We will officer.”

The medics had finished their work, so they went over to see what was happening. “How is she? Why can’t she talk?”

“She’ll be fine. We want to take her into emergency, just to be sure. It looks like the impact shoved that necklace against her larynx. Her voice is already coming back. This is one for the record books. I’ve never seen anything like it. If that thing had not been on her, the bullet would have hit her jugular. As it is, she should be back on her feet in an hour or two. You can go to the ER with her. Won’t even need an ambulance.”

In the ER, they had Helen paged and she was able to check Valerie out. The prognosis was good. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a slave collar saving the slave’s life before. You’ve bruised your larynx, I don’t want you trying to speak if you can avoid it for the rest of the day. It should be okay by tomorrow afternoon.”

Sally commented, “It wouldn’t be there if I had remembered to bring the key with me. We were going to take it off after her job interview.”

Unnoticed by anyone but Valerie, Francine had started to cry. Valerie struggled to get up, pulling Francine towards her. Holding her, she let her friend cry, as she had done so many times in the last few weeks.

Through her tears, Francine was desperate to understand. “Why? Why did you do that. You could have died. I don’t understand.”

Valerie’s voice was hoarse. “Love you.”

“But, I almost killed you.”

“Forgive you. Love you. Worth it.”

Sobbing in grief, from the loss of something she knew she once had, an understanding of why Valerie would do such a thing, Francine poured what she could of her heart out. “I’ve been so scared, of everything. Of Harv. Of feeling anything. Of not feeling. Of losing you. Of not losing you. I don’t deserve to live and I’m terrified of dying. Please don’t leave me. I couldn’t take it if you left me.”

Valerie pulled her tight, whispering, “Never.”

Sally came behind Francine and hugged them both, adding her own promise, “We’ll never leave you Francine. Let’s get you home.”

From just outside the treatment room came an “Ahem.” The police officer that had prevented Harv from getting a second shot was standing there, holding the papers he had dropped. “Which one of you is Valerie Burbon?”

Rebecca hand froze her buried in her hot wet pussy, “Nooooooooooooo, please let me cum, I’mmmm soooo close….” Rebecca was shaking and panting her skin was flushed again but this time it was not because she was embarrassed. Denied her orgasm, consumed by her need, she will be so much more submissive. Ignoring her plea, I reached over and took her hand and brought it to my lips and sucked her sweet cream off of one of her fingers, then presented her hand to her mouth. Without telling her what to do she started hungrily licking her pussy cream off the rest off her fingers.

Once she was done licking her hand clean I had her button her dress as I drove the last block to the restaurant. I pulled up to the front of the restaurant and got out and handed my keys to the valet. As I came around the back of the car I noticed the valet that was getting Rebecca’s door was staring right at her crotch no doubt getting a great view of her thighs and bare pussy. As I reached her she was standing with the back of her dress still hanging up a bit showing off her thighs almost to her bare ass. She was blushing red now knowing that she just showed the valet her bare pussy and was now giving him an equally enticing view of her ass. I took her arm and lead her inside Rebecca let out a sigh of relief as she felt the hem of her dress fall into place after a few steps.

We were lead to the same private booth we had the first time Rebecca gave me her gift of submission. Again the maiter’d was enjoying the view down the front of Rebecca’s Dress. As he helped her with her chair, he got a much better show as Rebecca hiked up the back of her dress before she sat down. When she did this he let out a gasp and then cleared his throat and asks if he could get us something to drink. I order a glass of white wine for Rebecca to help her to relax and a glass of water with a twist of lime for myself, as I did not want any alcohol to cloud my judgment later on. He then turned and left, pulling the velvet curtain closed.

Once we were alone, I spoke “Rebecca, you have done well so far, you have pleased me.”

“Thank You, Sir”

“Rebecca as always there are some things that need to be said about this weekend, before we continue. This weekend has begun and will be over at 5:00 Sunday evening. At that time I will return to being your best friend Jordan, and you will return to being my best friend Rebecca. But for the weekend you are my obedient submissive Slut! To be used for my pleasure. I am Sir, and I expect you to address me as Sir. I Emphasized Slut! to push her, to let her know that her submission requires her to be my slut. Do you understand this Rebecca?” then as if on cue there was a light knock to announce the waiter was there.

As the waiter opened the curtain I recognized him from the last time we were here, and from the smile on his face it was obvious that he recognized us. The waiter set the wine down in front of Rebecca as he blatantly enjoyed an eyeful of her cleavage. Rebecca went beet red, but did not move to cover up. He turned and set my water down and asked if we were ready to order, I told him I would push the call button when we were ready to order. He turned and left, again pulling the curtain behind him.

“Now where were we? Ah yes, Well Rebecca do you understand what is expected of you? Are you ready to be my obedient submissive Slut?

Rebecca reached out picked up her wine and took a mouthful and put the glass done, took a deep breath, looked me straight in the eye and answered, “Sir, if it pleases you, I am ready to be your obedient submissive Slut! I submit to you, to be used for your pleasure as you see fit. I understand that I will serve you until 5:00 Sunday evening”

“Rebecca, if the game becomes too much for you, what are you to do?” was my next question to make sure she knew she still had an out.

“Her answer came without a thought; I am to say ‘RED’ and the game will stop without reprisal.”

It was time to push her some more, “Place your hands behind your neck.”

As Rebecca clasp her hands behind her neck, I reached over and undid the top button on her dress, the next button was about two inches below the clasp of her bra. I then arranged her dress so it formed a deep V from mid shoulder to just below her tits.

Rebecca’s breathing quickened as I adjusted her outfit. After I finished with her outfit I had her put her arms down which caused her dress to fall away from her chest slightly. From straight on, you could see a lot of cleavage, with the way the dress laid, but if you were standing over her, as the waiter would be, you could see most of her tits straining to break free of her sheer bra. Her hard nipples were clearly visible.

Satisfied with the way Rebecca was on display I sat back and sipped my water.

Rebecca took a deep breath and then picked up her wine and took a mouthful. Putting the wine glass back down she folded her hand across her ribs just below the last buttoned button.

I pressed the call button to let the waiter know we were ready to order. While we waited for him I sipped my water and let her sit there wondering what I would expect of her next.

There was a light knock to announce the waiter was there, the curtain was opened and the waiter appeared. The waiter spoke, “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes, I am ready; I will have a shrimp cocktail to start, Broiled Lobster Tails, salad with Italian dressing, baked potato with sour cream and bring the lady another glass of wine.” With our order taken the waiter left us again closing the curtain behind him.

After the waiter was gone I smiled and gave Rebecca instructions on what I expected from her during dinner.

“Rebecca, once the waiter returns with the shrimp cocktail and your wine and he closes the curtain you are to get up remove your bra and fold it neatly and hand it to me, then fix your dress as it is now.”

Rebecca was shaking now, and drew a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves.

I continued, “After the waiter brings the rest of my dinner and closes the curtain you are to stand and remove your dress fold it neatly and hand it to me, then you may sit back down.”

As soon as Rebecca heard that she was to remove her dress she went beet red.

I knew this was a big push for Rebecca but my gut told me this is what she wanted, no needed. It was not enough to give up control, she wanted to be used, to be made to do thing she would otherwise never do.

“Do you understand what is expected of you my little Slut?”

Rebecca eyes widened and she gasp in surprise when I addressed her as Slut. She reached out with shaking hands and took her glass of wine and downed it. She then took a deep breath then paused; as if to ask herself, Could she do such a thing? Actually sit at a table in a public restaurant, naked except for her garter, stocking and heals? Even though it was a private table the waiter could open the curtain at any time. After what seemed to be several minutes, leaving me to think that I may have pushed to far, she looked at me and answered, “Yes Sir! I understand what is expected of me.”

Just then there was a light knock, a moment later the curtain opened and the waiter appeared. He set the wine in front of Rebecca, taking his time blatantly enjoying the view. He turned and looked at me as he set the shrimp cocktail down. I just smiled and enjoyed his reaction to the show, and her reaction to being on display. He then picked up the empty glasses and asks if we needed anything else. I order another glass of wine for Rebecca, I had a feeling she was going to need it, and water for me. The waiter thanked me and turned and left.

As soon as the curtain closed Rebecca took a deep breath and ask, “Sir, May I comply with your request?”

I smiled, “You May.”

Rebecca took another deep breath, took a mouth full of her wine, stood and undid the buttons on her dress. The white linen slid off her shoulders, then down her arms and off. She then hung it on the back of her chair. While standing in position her hands reached and unclasp her bra. As the sheer garment feel away from her body the blush returned to her face and reddened and spread across her naked chest. She quickly folded the bra and handed it to me. I took the neatly folded garment and set it on the table.

She then picked up her dress and did her best to position it like I had it, then she sat down. After she was finished I had her put her hands behind her neck again, then I fixed her dress and had her put her arms down and she looked just like before accept with no bra, the darkness of her aureoles and her hard nipples showed clearly through the dress.

I sat back and began to eat the shrimp cocktail, just like the last time a morsel for her and a few bites for me. I know it sounds like so little food but I figure between the state of Rebecca’s sexual arousal and her embarrassment from being so exposed in public her stomach was probably full of butterflies and food was not a top priority.

It was not long and there was the familiar light knock to let us know that the waiter was back. As he open the curtain and entered his eyes again swept over Rebecca first, as soon as his eyes fell on to her near naked tits he let out a moan of sorts. After taking her charms in he turned and placed my food in front of me, smiling from ear to ear. He then served our drinks again his gaze lingering on Rebecca’s display. He picked up the empty glasses and asks if that was all. I handed him a fifty and told him that we were not to be disturbed until I called him. He gave me a knowing smile and turned and left.

Again as soon as the curtain closed Rebecca took a deep breath and ask, “Sir, May I comply with your request?”

I looked across the table, trying to figure out what was going through her mind as she sat there waiting for my permission to get up and remove her dress leaving her naked except for her garter, hose and heals. She was fidgeting in her seat as she waited for my answer and I was enjoying her torment. After a few minutes, I am sure it felt more like hours to her I answered, “Yes you may.”

She got up and undid the buttons and let her dress slide off her shoulders and down her arms. She folded it and handed it to me. I set it on the table with the bra. Rebecca went back to her chair at sat down again. Rebecca’s nipples were really standing up now and her blush was a red as it has been.

With Rebecca sitting there naked I began to eat, giving Rebecca a morsel or two for every couple of bite I ate. After we finished with dinner I sat back and smiled as I stared at her.

“Rebecca, you have pleased me. You have been very obedient so far and I am going to give you a reward for being such an obedient little slut. Rebecca you may masturbate and you may cum for me.”

It took a few seconds for what I just said to register but then Rebecca’s face went pale and she started to pant. She swallowed hard and ask, “Sir Thank You, but here?”

“Rebecca, what have I told you about questioning me? Yes! Here is where I want you to masturbate!”

Rebecca sighed, took a drink of her wine, closed her eyes and slowly moved her hands to her body. At first her movements were very tentative, but her sexual hunger overruled her embarrassment and she started to rub her slit harder and harder. Pulling and pinching her nipples. She was biting her lip to keep from crying out as her orgasm was building. All of the waiting, the teasing, and the exposure built her need to the point where she could not have stopped for anything. All of the sudden she let out a groan threw her head back, stiffened and let out a silent scream as here orgasm ripped threw her. Her body convulsed and she was shaking all over, as the long awaited orgasm seemed to go on forever. Slowly Rebecca’s breathing slowed to normal and the shaking subsided. She sat there her face glowed but not from embarrassment, but from her release. She then reached for her wine and finished the glass.

After she set the empty glass down she took a deep breath and then spoke. “Sir, Thank You for letting me pleasure myself for your enjoyment.”

I smile and handed her, her dress, “You may put your dress back on now my little Slut.”

Rebecca’s face went red, partly because she realized that she would not be wearing her bra under the linen dress, and partially because of me referring to her as my little Slut. She got up and slipped the dress on and buttoned it starting at the bottom and working her way up. When she got to the last button I told her to stop. This again left her dress open to just below her titties.

I pushed the call button for the waiter. A moment later there was a light knock then the curtain opened, and the waiter appeared. “Do you wish to order desert?” he inquired.

“No, thank you. She is all the desert I need.”

My comment again brought color to Rebecca’s face and a gasp from her mouth.

I handed the waiter my Visa, he turned and looked at Rebecca and smiled and let out a slight chuckle, “Very well,” and left pulling the curtain closed behind him.

A few moments later the waiter returned with my card and charge slip. I signed the slip and left a generous tip.

As I started to stand the waiter took the opportunity to help Rebecca with her chair. I smiled as Rebecca stood the hem of her dress did not fall which did not go unnoticed by the waiter as he stood staring at her naked ass.

As I took Rebecca by the arm I glance at her chair and there was a noticeable wet spot. I led her through the restaurant, to her relief within a few steps the hem had fallen into place affording her some small bit of modesty. I looked back and saw the waiter and several of the other patrons staring as we made our way through the dining room.

We stepped outside and gave the valet my ticket. While we waited for the car under the bright lights of the entrance, I noticed just how obvious it was that Rebecca was naked under her dress. I smiled and felt my cock stir; it was going to be a great weekend.

The valet pulled up got out and handed me the keys. He then went around and opened the door for Rebecca. As Rebecca got in I am sure that he got quite a view down the front of her dress not to mention what the view of her creamy thighs as she got in to the car. Once seated and the door was closed she lifted her ass off the seat and hiked her dress so her bare ass was on the seat.

I pulled out and started down the road but then suddenly pulled into an alley a couple of blocks from the restaurant. Rebecca had a confused look as we came to a stop.

“Rebecca, do you remember me telling you that I was going to introduce you to the pleasure of pain?”

Rebecca swallowed hard then answered, “Yes Sir!” her voice straining to keep from cracking as she spoke.

“Well it is time for you to feel the erotic side of pain. Do you think you are ready?”

Rebecca again swallowed hard and again her voice strained to keep from cracking, “I do not know, but if it would please you then I will try.”

I smiled, “Then I have a present for you. It is in the glove box, you may get it.”

Rebecca reached for the latch of the glove box her hands trembling. She opened it and took out a small package it was gift-wrapped. She held the package in her hands just staring at it.

“Open it Rebecca.”

Rebecca cautiously opened her gift. Once the paper was removed she was left with a small box, about the size for a necklace. Her hands were shaking as she opened the box; inside she found a set of shiny chrome nipple clamps with a heavy chrome chain connecting the two clamps. The chain was about twelve inches long and weighed about four ounces. The clamps had black rubber tips covering the teeth at the business end of the clamps. The clamps also had a thumbscrew to adjust the pressure they would apply to the nipple. Rebecca was just sitting there staring at the clamps.

I unbuttoned one more button and then I opened her dress so that her tits were exposed. I then took the box containing the clamps from her hands, and then had her put her hands behind her neck. I picked up the first clamp and squeezed it so the jaw would open. I had already adjusted the thumbscrew to what I figured was a good starting point. With my other hand I reached over and pinched the base of her left nipple and pulled it out from her chest. While holding it firmly I positioned the jaws over the tender bud and slowly let the jaws clamp down on her nipple.

As the clamp bit into her nipple she let out a squeal and started to pant. I then proceeded to place the second clamp on her right nipple. Again she let out a squeal as her nipple was trapped in the jaws of the clamp. The weight of the chain, although only four ounces, pulled her nipples down adding to the fire she was feeling in her nipples.

Knowing that nipple pain of this sort was new to her I figured I would help her cope with my demands. As she sat there trying to get her breathing under control I reached between her thighs and ran my finger up her slit. When my finger made contact she jumped like I touched her with a red hot poker. I continued to run my fingers up and down her slit being careful to avoid her clit. Her hips started to hump my finger in an attempt to get penetration. But as hard as she tried I just kept enough pressure to tease her, so her mind would be on her pussy’s need not the fire in her nipples. I only teased her for a few moments, then had her put her arms at her side then clasp her hands together on her lap. This caused her titties to be pushed together and out which left more of the chain dangling and less resting on her belly.

Once I had Rebecca situated I put the car in gear and started on our journey home. As we drove along the streets, some took notice of Rebecca’s naked titties but most did not. What I enjoyed most was the moans coming from Rebecca whenever I would hit a bump that would cause her titties to bounce and the chain to sway. But with every moan I noticed her hips moving still seeking her release.

Her reaction to the clamps so far was exactly what I had hoped for. I knew if I could keep her sexually on edge that the pain would slowly meld into a deep pleasure that would fan the fire of her need. I could only imagine what was going through her mind as each jolt of pain sent a charge of sexual energy right to the center of her belly, causing her need for release consume her.

By the time we pulled into my drive way Rebecca was smoldering with need. I shut the car off and got out and came around and opened Rebecca’s door. As Rebecca stood up she moaned as another jolt of pain hit her as her nipples took the full weight of the chain. The added pain in her nipples only added to the ache in her pussy, which caused her to stumble slightly. I reached out and steadied her then lead her into the house.

Once inside I lead her to the center of the living room. I then removed her dress, folded it and placed it on the table by the door. “Rebecca you will be naked except for your garter stockings and heals whenever you are here, unless I have instructed you other wise.”

“As You Wish, Sir!”

As I was heading back out to the car to get her bags I looked over my shoulder and watched as she knelt getting into position. She was smiling and her eyes sparkled with lust.

After I returned with her bags I took them to my bedroom. I placed her overnight bag in my closet and hung the garment bag on the back of my closet door. I then returned to the living room where Rebecca was kneeling waiting to please me.

I walked into the living room, and right up to Rebecca. I then slowly circled her, her nipples were dark red and swollen, the weight of the nipple chain pulling them down. Her thighs were covered in pussy juice, she obviously was very excited. After my inspection I went to my chair and sat.

“Rebecca come here.”

Rebecca stood walked over to where I was sitting and knelt in position.

“You have been a very obedient and have pleased me.”

“Thank You Sir, It is an honor to serve you.”

“Rebecca, you need go take care of your personal needs, get a shower. Everything you need has been laid out for you; remember all of you will be being used tonight. When you are done you are to return here and stand in position and await my next instruction. You will have twenty minutes to get done. But before you go, stand up so I can remove your pretty nipple clamps.”

“Yes, Sir”

With that she stood up and again assumed her proper position.

“It is going to hurt a bit when I remove the clamps, you are to remain still and as quiet you can. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir” came her answer in a voice that gave away her fear of the unknown.

I sat up in my chair and reached for the clamp attached to her left nipple, slowly I squeezed it so the jaws would release Rebecca’s abused nipple. She sucked in a deep breath as the fresh pain shot through her nipple as the blood flowed back in. Before she could recover from her nipple being released, I leaned forward and took the tender bud into my mouth and started sucking on it. Rebecca squealed as a result of my oral attack on her nipple. After she got used to my sucking, she started pushing her tit into my face trying to encourage me to suck harder. To her frustration I released her nipple and sat back again.

She stood there in position shaking from the stimulation she just endured. To add to it her right nipple was being pulled even move now that it was taking the full weight of the chain and the second clamp. I waited until she got the shaking under control and her breathing returned somewhat to normal then I reached up and removed the clamp from her right nipple and again leaned forward and took the tender bud into my mouth and started to suck on it, causing her to squeal. As I sucked on her nipple this time I slid my hand up her inner thigh and ran my finger across her slit seeking out her clit. When I found my target I took it between my finger and thumb and pinched it and started rolling it like a marble. This caused her to break position grabbing onto my shoulders in an effort not to fall as her knees started to buckle under the strain of her sexual frustration. As soon as she broke position she started pushing her tit into my face and started trying to hump my fingers. As soon as she started I removed my fingers from her clit and stopped sucking on her nipple. She groaned in frustration as I sat back and helped her back into position.

“Now go and take care of your personal needs.”

“Yes, Sir” came her answer as she headed for the bathroom on shaky legs.

While she was in the bathroom I went to my bedroom and laid out my toys. I figured that since it was getting late and we had an early day tomorrow that I would keep it simple, but yet make sure she knew she was owned. After the toys were laid out I went back to the living room to wait for Rebecca. Within a few minutes of me sitting Rebecca was back standing before me naked and in position, with minutes to spare. Her nipples were red and swollen, as was her clit poking out from her wet slit.

As she stood there, I began to realize that Rebecca was gone, replaced by my little subbie Slut. This made me again wonder how far I could push her, how far she wanted to be pushed, and how far I should push her. I knew the trick was keeping her wanting more by not pushing her to fast, but not boring her by pushing her to slow.

I stood up and took her chin and raised her eyes to look at me, I smiled, leaned forward and gave her a peck on the forehead. Leaned back and looked into her eyes, looking for some sign of doubt, all that reflected back was smoldering hot desire. She was trying to hold a serious look but her lips betrayed her, curling up at the ends to give an almost shy smile.

Without a word I stepped behind her took a blindfold from my pocket and covered her eyes, taking away her sight so she would make her other senses work harder. Taking her by the arm I lead her to my bedroom. I walked her to the foot of the bed directing so the fronts of her thighs were touching the footboard. I got the leather ankle cuffs and two 18″ leather straps with snap hooks at each end from the dresser and knelt and placed cuff around her left ankle then the other cuff around her right ankle. Using the leather straps I snapped one end to the ankle cuff and the other end to a hook, I had added to the footboard at each leg. This made Rebecca spread her legs wider, which would give me better access to her pussy and her ass. I drove this point home by running my fingers from her clit all the way around to her rosebud, where I stopped and ran my finger over the wrinkled little bud. This had her breathing a bit ragged again. Then without warning I slid my finger into her ass to the second knuckle and began to wiggle it. She let out a squeal with the penetration but then froze trying not to react to my anal attack. As quick as I slid it in I pulled it out, which brought another squeal from Rebecca.

Back to the dresser, I retrieved the leather wrist cuffs and two lengths of rope. I attached a wrist cuff around each of her wrist. Taking one of the ropes I tied it to the metal ring on the cuff on her left wrist then I tied the other rope to the ring on the right cuff. I placed a towel, which was folded over twice across the top of the footboard. Placing my hand in the middle of her back I applied light pressure to have her bend over the footboard, the towel acting as a cushion. The top of the footboard was just below Rebecca’s waist. Next I took the ropes and tied them to the corner post of the headboard pulling them tight to stretch her out just a bit. Now with Rebecca in a modified spread eagle I was ready for the real fun to begin. Rebecca instinctively tested her restraints by pulling on them but soon figured out that she did not have much wiggle room.

Next I got the tube of lube and a new butt plug I purchased just for Rebecca. I walked up behind her, and squeezed a generous dollop of lube one to her rosebud, the cool lube caused her to jump a little on contact; next I applied another generous dollop onto the plug. Once the plug was lubricated I put the tip against her rear passage and started applying light pressure and a twisting motion as I inched it into her ass. I continued to apply steady pressure, and when I started meeting resistance I gave her ass a swat, Crack, and another Crack. I continued the spanking and the steady pressure. The spanking was having the desired effect as her tight ring started to relax. I landed two harder swats, CRACK, CRACK, and gave the plug one last push. Rebecca screeched as the swats made contact and her anal ring snapped around the base of the plug.

Her ass was dark pink and there was pussy juice running down her inner thighs. This was perfect she was just where I wanted her to be. I picked up a crop next; it was about two and half feet long very flexible with a piece of leather about two inches wide folder over to make the tang. I started lightly dragging the crop over the backs of her thighs and ass. Running it up her inner thighs I gave it just a little flick stinging her. The sting caused her to jump, and her breathing to become labored. She was on the edge and trying not to teeter over the edge.

“Rebecca you broke position when I remove your nipple clamps, what should I do with you? What do you have to say for yourself?”

Without giving her time to comprehend what I was asking, I snapped again feigning anger, “Well, what do you have to say for yourself? I am waiting?

Rebecca stumbled over her words but finally got them out, “I am so sorry Sir. I tried not to move, I can’t help myself, I, I”

I cut her off before she could start to ramble, “Enough, what should I do with you? Tell be what punishment would be appropriate, my little slut?”

Rebecca took a deep breath and steadied her breathing and in a matter of fact voice she answer, “You should spank me good so that I remember to show more self control.”

“How many swats should you get my little slut?”

She took another deep breath then hesitated as if trying to give the right answer, finally after a few moments she answered, “I will endure as many as you feel would be just.”

“Yes you will endure as many as I feel is just, that is not what I ask you. I ask how many you feel would be just punishment for your failure tonight?”

Rebecca’s mind was in obvious turmoil now, her planned right answer was dead wrong, Sir wanted her to pick her punishment, how could she pick, if the number was too small he might get upset and add even more swats, if it is too many he may dole them out because she picked her punishment.

Finally she blurted out, “Twenty swats, Sir.”

“With what, my little slut?”

Rebecca’s mind was now reeling; she now had to pick what would be used to administer her punishment. She took a deep breath, then gathering all the composer she could she blurted out, “The Paddle, Sir!”

“Mmmmm, twenty swats with the paddle, interesting but how about ten with the paddle and I pick what I will use for the last ten?”

Rebecca swallowed hard, “That would be just, Sir!”

“Ok then twenty swats it is, ten with the paddle and I pick what I will use for the last ten. Something tells me slut that with that pussy of yours you are going to get a lot of swats.”

“Yes Sir!”

“You know the rules, count each swat for me and if you lose count we start over again.”

“Yes Sir!”

I put the crop down and picked up the ping-pong paddle and got into a comfortable position to dole out her punishment. I ran the paddle over her upturned ass. Rebecca instinctively tightened her ass and she took a quick breath, trying to prepare for the first swat. I continued to caress her ass with the rough surface of the paddle, until she was breathing a bit more normal and she relaxed the muscles in her ass. Then without warning Crack! I landed the first swat on her right cheek, the outline of the paddle instantly turned pink. Rebecca let out a scream more from surprise than pain, but before she could recover I landed the next swat on her left cheek, Crack! This brought a second scream from Rebecca. I then proceeded to caress her ass with the paddle, admiring my handy work as both of her cheeks had perfect pink imprints of the paddle.

Rebecca recovered quickly, “One, Two, Thank You, Sir!”

As soon as she got Sir out I landed two quick swats, Crack! Crack! She was more prepared for these swats and just let out a squeal and almost immediately, “Three, Four, Thank You, Sir!”

I slowed down the delivery, but increased the force of the next four swats.

Crack!! “Five, Thank You Sir!”

Crack!! “Six, Thank You Sir!”

Crack!! “Seven, Thank You Sir!”

Crack!! “Eight, Thaank Yoou Sirr!”

By number eight her voice was starting to develop a bit of a quiver.

I went back to caressing her ass with the paddle, “Rebecca, I hope this will help you remember that when you are serving me you are to ignore your need for pleasure. Your only concern should be in pleasing me. You need to remember that any pleasure you receive while you are serving me is a gift and as such you should never presume to obtain pleasure without permission. You will control you natural urge for release no matter how much your need is trying to consume you. You will only give over to your need when I tell you to. Now where were we?” A question answered quickly by the paddle.

Crack!!! Crack!!! I landed two quick hard swats one to each cheek, Rebecca squealed and with a more pronounced quiver, “Niiinne, Tennn, TTThank Yooouu, Sirrr!

Her cheeks were dark pink now and radiating heat. I ran my hand over her ass and she let out a low moan. I the slipped my fingers between her thighs and down her slit. Her lips opened up as soon as my fingers made contact and a small stream of pussy juice flowed over them. Rebecca tensed her legs as soon as I made contact between her thighs and was trembling trying to not react to my fingers.

“My, my, I think my little slut is enjoying her punishment.” I commented I ran my finger across the base of the plug giving it a little pull then push, causing Rebecca’s legs to tense up again.

“Well since you are enjoying it so much maybe I need to step it up a bit.” I turned and placed the paddle on the dresser and picked up the crop again. I then walked back over to Rebecca. As I walked I swung the crop very fast making is whistle as it cut through the air. As soon as the whistle hit Rebecca’s ear she sucked in a quick breath and the started to pant and was visibly trembling. I swung it again and she let out a gasp. It was obvious that the evil sound of the crops whistle had her scared of what was to come. Her mind had to be running a million mile and hour in a hundred different directions.

I swung the crop and flicked my wrist just before impact landing the first crack, hard enough to feel like she was stung by a bee but not hard enough to mark her. Rebecca jumped, like a bee stung her, and let out a high pitched screech then before she could recover I landed the second bee sting to the other cheek. This brought another screech from her lips. Between panting, as her brain tried to process the confusing signals of this new form of pain, and the extreme sexual need it was generating, “Eleven, Twelve, Thank You Sir!

I continued at a steady pace with the crop leaving little rectangular welts evenly across her ass.

Wsssssss, Crack! Wssssss, Crack!

“Thirteen, Fourteen, Thank You, Sir!”

Wsssssss, Crack! Wssssss, Crack!

“Fifteen, Sixteen, Thank You, Sir!”

Wsssssss, Crack! Wssssss, Crack!

“Seventeen, Eighteen, Thank You, Sir!”

Rebecca as was now dark pink with bright red welts where the crop had landed. With each swat Rebecca was no longer screeching but instead letting out little squeaks and squeals. But the last two swats would change that.

I paused for a moment to let her think about the last two. I ran the end of the crop over the welts causing her to jump. She was panting again and still after all this her inner thighs glistened with fresh pussy juice.

I let the crop fly its evil whistle announcing it arrival. I did not flick my wrist as much, letting the crop make better contact with her left cheek. A dark red welt appeared instantly. Rebecca’s head threw back and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream. I landed an equally intense swat on her right cheek raising another matching welt. From Rebecca’s reaction, it must have felt like a red-hot poker branded her. Before she had time to recover from the two intense swats I slid my hand into her pussy and started fucking her with my fingers. Her pussy started clutching my fingers trying to pull them in deeper. I screamed at Rebecca to cum now. That was all that I had to say as all that pain was instantly turned to pleasure and she exploded on my fingers. I brought her to two orgasms with my fingers and then just as she was about to go over the edge of her third I pulled my fingers away and enjoyed her frustration as she humped the air looking for her release one more time. I put my fingers to her lips and she hungrily sucked and licked her juice from my hand and fingers.

I turned and put the crop back on the dresser then I picked up a bottle of skin lotion and went back over to Rebecca. I squirted a generous amount of the lotion onto her ass cheeks. She jumped at the sudden coolness of the lotion but was soon mewing as I rubbed the lotion into her abused ass. As I admired my handy work it was obvious that last to swats were going to be there for a few days.

After attending to Rebecca’s ass, I released her wrist and ankles and helped her to stand. I then lead her to the side of the bed and had her stand there. I then undressed and climbed onto the bed. Using some pillows I propped myself up, almost into a sitting position. The whole time I am getting undressed and situated Rebecca stayed standing in position with the blindfold still securely in place.

“Rebecca, crawl onto the bed and come here.”

Rebecca’s hand came from behind her neck and felt for the edge of the bed. She then proceeded to crawl onto the bed and up to me. I reached out with my hand and ran it through her hair, petting her. She pushed at my hand with her head much as a pet would do when their Master pets them.

I interrupted the moment, “Rebecca, put my cock into my pussy, now!”

Rebecca quickly moved to straddle me; she had her pussy right over my cock in seconds. She reached down and grabbed my cock and aimed it for her slit. While holding it she lowered herself onto my cock. As soon as she had the head in she let go and slid her pussy right down my shaft. As she slid down my shaft I could feel the hardness of the plug that was still firmly seated in her anal passage. Once I was buried in her pussy I had her get into position. I then reminded her, “Don’t you cum until I tell you to.”

Rebecca was a picture of complete concentration. She was forcing herself to take deep slow breaths trying to control the fire that is burning in her pussy. I could feel the involuntary contraction of her muscle in her cunt gripping my cock. She is fighting to keep her needs under control as I continue to stoke her inner fire.

“Rebecca, I want you to beg for your release. You will stay right where you are until you persuade me to let you cum.”

Rebecca started begging before I got the last of my words out, “Please Sir! Please may I please let me fuck your cock, please can I cum for you. Please Sir! If you let me cum I will be a good little slut for you. Please Sir! Please let me Cum!”

“Not bad, but you just are not putting enough need in your begging maybe I need to increase your need a bit to get you to beg and to really mean it deep down.”

With that I reached out and took her nipples between my thumbs and fore finger and squeezed, pinching them hard. Rebecca moaned and pushed her titties out almost begging for more. I started twisting her nipples causing pain to shoot threw her nipples. The pain must have shot right to her cunt as I felt her muscles grab my cock and a trickle of pussy juice run over my balls.

Rebecca was struggling now to maintain control as her need had her begging, “Please Sir!, oh God Please let me fuck your cock, I need to fuck you, Sir! I’m begging you Sir! Please let me fuck your cock, please, I can’t take much more; I need to CUMMMMM please SIR!

I stepped up my assault on her nipples pulling and twisting them. I released her right nipple and leaned forward and captured it with my mouth sucking it hard them scraping my teeth over it. Rebecca was begging me to let her cum, to let her fuck my cock. I stopped my oral assault on her right nipple and just before I started on her left nipple I gave the command she was begging for.

“Fuck me now slut, Cum for me, NOW! Show me how much of a slut you are!”

As soon as she heard it her arms went around me and she pulled my mouth to her left nipple and pushed her chest forward. I sucked her nipple in and start biting and sucking her nipple as hard as I could. As I abused her nipple she started fucking my cock like a woman possessed. She was slamming her cunt up and down on my cock, while pushing her nipples into my mouth. The more I bit them, the harder I sucked, pinched and twisted them, the harder she fucked me. All of this was quickly too much for Rebecca, within a few short moments she screamed, “I’m Cummminnnggg” At that moment I felt her muscle grab my cock and just start spasming and she just started shaking all over. Her head thrown back, her mouth wide open in a silent scream, as her orgasm exploded deep inside her. Her orgasm was all it took to trigger mine. I reached out and grabbed her hips and slammed her hard onto my cock and exploded into her hot cunt. This triggered another even stronger orgasm in Rebecca. She shook violently and then collapsed onto me. I held her as she just kept shuddering as aftershock after aftershock kept running through her body. As she slowly calmed I reached up and removed the blindfold. Her eyes met mine and I smiled as I could see the contentment.

Rebecca spoke, “Thank You, Sir!” Then slid down my body and slowly took my cock in her mouth and licked and sucked it clean. After a minute or two, I pulled her off my cock, she let out a sigh of disappointment as my cock slipped from her lips.

We got up long enough to arrange the bed for sleep. I laid down and Rebecca crawled in beside me. I took her in my arms and stroked her hair. “Rebecca you will keep the plug in until tomorrow. Now you need to get some sleep as we have an appointment tomorrow morning.” I gave her a kiss on the forehead, rolled over and went to sleep leaving Rebecca with her thoughts about tomorrow and what all happened tonight.

“Would you like to redeem yourself slut?”

Victoria had no idea what she would have to do, but knew she had no choice.

“Yes Master.”

He swung her legs over the side of the bed, and left her sitting there for several moments, naked except for the black g-string panties that barely covered the slit between her legs. Beneath the thin lace she could feel a steamy dampness growing despite, or perhaps because of, the genuine fear she was feeling. She heard his pants fall to the floor.

His fingers grasped her hair and pushed her head down, forcing her to bend towards him until her lips encountered the round, fleshy tip of what she knew was his cock. The pressure continued, leaving her no choice but to open her mouth and admit him. His rigid cock slid between her lips and he stopped pushing for a moment. Victoria bravely traced its circumference with her tongue, then probed the opening at its tip, tasting her master”s salty pre-cum.

“Now suck it like the good slut we both know you are.”

His words were accompanied by a firm force against the back of her head. Victoria fought desperately to avoid choking as the stiff organ slid deeper into her mouth. Just when she thought he was going to shove it all the way into the back of her throat, he stopped and lifted her head away, his shaft sliding between her lips until once again only its head remained within her mouth.

He repeated the motion, guiding her mouth down onto his thick cock again and again. Victoria kept her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, her tongue parrying with the unrelenting invader on each thrust, her head totally under his control as he used her mouth to masturbate himself.

She braced herself for his ejaculation, knowing she would have to swallow his cum and worrying she would gag and be punished even more. But he lifted her head from him without achieving his release. She wondered if he was sparing her, or merely saving his load for her nether orifices.

“Have you learned your lesson slut?”

“Yes Master.”

Victoria heard the timidness of her voice. He had taken control of her, fucking her mouth as if he owned it. She knew she was his slut; that she would do whatever he demanded of her.

She felt him move behind her and loosen the scarf from around her wrists.

“Get on your hands and knees, with your ass in the air slut.”

Victoria complied with his command, blindly assuming the submissive position. He guided her forward on the bed towards the headboard. She felt the scarf on her wrists again, wrapping around them and securing them to the headboard. Victoria had never felt so vulnerable, tethered to the bed with her near-naked ass raised for his pleasure.

She anticipated his next touch, and he delivered, slipping his fingers under the band of her g-string and sliding it from her ass and down her legs. She felt her butt muscles clench together, but she knew they were no defense against whatever he desired.

Master pressed her knees apart, ran his hands up her thighs to her firm ass cheeks, and spread them. Victoria felt his eyes on her pussy and ass, the pink wetness of her most private parts exposed to this stranger, now his to do with as he pleased. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt her pussy grow even wetter.

Suddenly, something cold and wet dripped into her ass crack and she felt his finger rub what she knew was a lubricant on the brown bud of her anus. Victoria thought of the man that had been so special to her and how she had denied him her ass, unwilling to let him penetrate her there. Now it was her master’s to do with as he pleased and she braced herself for what was to come.

His finger eased its way slowly into the tight little hole as Victoria fought to relax her muscles and admit the intruder. He worked it about an inch inside her, then fucked her ass with his lubricated finger, gently sliding it in and out. She rocked back against his digit as he pushed it into her, wanting to please her master and enjoying the new sensation more than she was willing to admit even to herself.

His finger withdrew. Victoria breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it hadn”t been as bad as she had feared. Then she felt something new against her anus, something large, hard, and thick, too thick to be his finger or even his cock.

He pressed the object firmly on her tiny hole. It was lubricated, but it was clearly too big to enter. He didn’t stop. Instead, to her amazement, her opening slowly gave way, and she felt the thing begin to ease into her ass. He kept working it into her and the object kept getting bigger and bigger, stretching her anus open further than she believed possible. She groaned and shrieked, unsure herself if the sounds were in response to pleasure or pain.

Finally the object suddenly tapered, allowing her sphincter to close around the giant plug now lodged in her rectum. The pain began to fade as her muscles started to relax, unable to tighten around the huge toy inside her.

“Do you like the toy I brought for you?” Master asked.

“Yes Master.”

“I”m going to fuck you now. You want me to fuck you, don”t you?”

Victoria felt his fingers press against her lips, separating them. He was spreading her pussy open, exposing fully the dark, damp passage to her womb. She knew her body was answering his question for her, even if she could have refused him, her pussy was revealing the truth. She wanted this stranger”s cock inside her, wanted this man she had never seen to fuck her. He was her master and she was his slave, his slut. Her pussy was now his cunt, his to do with as he pleased, and she desired nothing more than for him to fill it with his cock.

“Yes master.”

“Beg for my cock slut. Tell me what you want!”

Her voice whimpered as she pleaded for him to take her.

“Please fuck my tight little hole with your hard, thick cock Master! I need to feel you inside me, please fuck me Master!”

His cock pressed against her lips and she felt it enter her from behind. The toy in her ass pressed against the back wall of her pussy, making her tighter than she could ever remember being. He slid deeper and deeper into her hole until his cock was completely buried within her. Then he just stayed there, motionless.

The combination of his cock filling her pussy and the toy filling her ass was too much for Victoria to take. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as her body shuddered and an intense orgasm raced up her spine and radiated out her arms and legs.

“Oh fuck! Oh god, fuck me!”

Victoria couldn”t restrain her own screams and moans and could only hope she wouldn”t be punished for her utterances. She felt the toy in her ass press against her anus from the inside and realized it must have a handle he was holding onto as he began to pound his cock in and out of her pussy.

He drove hard into her with each stroke, pressing her forward into the pillows beneath her as he rode her, fucking her with long, powerful thrusts. Each time he withdrew from within her, her body recoiled back into him, assisted by his slight tug on the butt plug buried in her ass. He was fucking her hard and fast, and she expected him to come quickly, but he didn”t.

“Oh Master! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

A second orgasm exploded within her, and soon after a third, but he just kept pounding into her as she trembled and her world narrowed to the incredible sensations she was feeling from every nerve in her body. Suddenly, he shifted to a short series of slow violent thrusts and she felt him explode inside her, his hot cum spurting from his pulsating cock deep within her cunt.

While Victoria was still savoring the feeling of her master creaming inside her pussy, she suddenly felt him begin to tug on the toy. She knew he was pulling it out. She felt her anus spreading again, wider and wider, this time being pressed open from within. Just when she felt it couldn”t possibly open any further, the plug popped out and suddenly tapered, allowing her ass to finally close.

His softening cock slipped from within her. Then she felt his hands on her wrists, untying the scarf that held her to the front of the bed. He turned her over and she felt the soft mattress surround her exhausted body.

“You performed admirably my little slut; you may rest for a moment.”

Victoria heard his footsteps moving away and she settled back into the bed. Suddenly, she was naked and alone in the dark. Although she was no longer bound, she could not move. She recalled the rapid sequence of events that had just transpired and wondered if it was all a dream, but the receding ache in her ass testified to the reality of what had just occurred, and what was soon to come.

The door shut and footsteps approached the bed from across the room. Victoria realized time had passed, but how long she did not know. She was still lying on her back, but her hands were stretched out above her head, once again secured by the silk scarf to the top of the bed.

Her master did not say a word as he mounted the bed and spread her legs apart. She realized from the feel of the lingering moisture between them that not enough time had passed for the mixture of his cum and her own wetness to dry completely. She felt his hands slide under her legs, his touch much gentler now than before. Then she felt the softness of his long hair brush against her inner thighs. “Such long, soft hair” Victoria thought as she tried to imagine her lover in her mind”s eye.

She felt her pussy begin to dampen again as she anticipated the touch of his mouth on her swollen pink lips. Instead, something brushed across her trimmed patch of soft pubic hair. Her next sensation was the heat of his breath against her sensitive opening, followed by a nuzzling pressure against her clit that she knew must be his nose. Victoria”s body shuddered as he rubbed against her sensitive button and fresh juices soaked her pussy. Her ass still ached from the toy he had inserted in her but her cunt had been awakened by his touch and was hungry for him again.

The pressure disappeared and was replaced by fingers gently splaying her pussy lips open. One finger slid inside her and coaxed the creamy fluids within down towards her opening. The finger withdrew and his face returned. His mouth engulfed her pussy and his tongue probed deeply into her cum-dripping hole as his nose rubbed against her clit.

Victoria squirmed as he lapped at her opening, sucking his jism from within her. The thought of him drinking his cum as it trickled from her pussy aroused her intensely and she wanted to reach down and shove his head tight against her and hold it there until she came on his face. She struggled to touch him, but the scarf kept her hands stretched above her and his arms kept her legs splayed wide apart.

His tongue retreated from her pink tunnel and flicked rapidly up and down the length of her slit, driving her wild as it struck at her clit, then danced away. Finally, he zeroed in on her clit, sucking it between his lips and torturing it with his tongue. She pressed her pelvis desperately towards him, fucking his clean-shaven face until her pussy spasmed and released a flood of fresh cream as she came. He tongued the new wetness from her throbbing pussy, then withdrew from her crotch and moved up the bed towards her.

As he drew closer, Victoria detected a difference in his scent and was confused by its distinctly floral quality. She sensed him leaning over her. Then silky-soft flesh pressed against the tip of her nose as something hard brushed across her lips.

“Suck it.” he said, but his voice came from the other side of the bed.

Startled, Victoria opened her mouth and the soft skin pressed against it. She slowly brought her lips together and felt the softness taper to a hardened nub. “Oh my god!” Victoria thought as she realized her mouth was on another woman”s breast. Victoria turned her head away and felt the woman”s nipple scratch against her cheek.

“Suck Baby”s tit, slut!” her master commanded her again, this time more forcefully.

Victoria started to panic. She never dreamed something like this would happen when she fantasized of submitting herself to her master”s whim. She didn”t consider herself bi-sexual and had never felt attracted to another woman. She had admired other women”s bodies but had no desire to touch them in a sexual way. Now she was tied naked to a bed and had no choice. She had to obey her master and do as he said.

She bravely turned her head back, the softness of Baby”s breast rubbing against her cheek. Baby”s nipple rubbed against Victoria”s lips and she sucked it between them. Victoria licked and teased the hard button as Baby moaned softly above her.

Victoria imagined the sensations Baby was feeling, how her mouth was arousing Baby and making her pussy wet. Victoria”s thoughts turned to her own pussy as she realized it had been Baby who had sucked their master”s cum from her cunt and it had been Baby”s face she had climaxed on. Another woman had eaten her pussy!

Baby moaned as Victoria seized the nipple between her teeth and flicked its sensitive tip with her tongue. Victoria was surprised to find she was being turned on by Baby”s response.

“That”s good, slut. Baby, reward our slut by letting her eat your pussy.”

Baby pulled her breast away from Victoria”s mouth and climbed over her. Victoria was overwhelmed by the intense scent of Baby”s pussy. She certainly had never had her face so close to another woman”s cunt and was surprised to find its intense musk so intoxicating.

Victoria”s mind whirled as she felt the soft petals of Baby”s pussy brush across her lips. “Who was this woman and why was she here? Was this Master”s fantasy, to dominate two women together?”

“Eat it slut. Eat Baby”s pussy like she ate yours.”

Victoria felt his strong hand on the back of her head as he pushed her face up into Baby”s smooth-shaven pussy. The pressure down on her face intensified at the same time, and Victoria realized her master”s other hand must be on Baby”s ass, pushing down, controlling both of them.

Victoria opened her mouth under the force, encompassing Baby”s wet slit with her lips. She tentatively reached out with her tongue and explored Baby”s pussy, first tracing the outer lips, then probing the soft dewy labia nestled between them. Baby quivered and moaned as Victoria licked the sensitive flesh and pushed inside to taste the nectar within. The flavor was sweeter than honey; similar to that Victoria had tasted from her own fingers, but much more intense and abundant as it flowed from its source.

“That”s it Baby, ride her face! Fuck Baby”s pussy with your tongue slut!”

Their master ground Victoria”s face into Baby”s crotch, giving her little choice but to do as she was told. Victoria stiffened her tongue and stuck it as deep as she could into Baby”s pussy, finding the spot where it gave way and admitted her into its tight orifice. Baby bucked and squirmed on Victoria”s tongue, then pressed down hard on it and squeezed her thighs around her face as she came. Fresh moisture trickled from the walls of Baby”s cunt and onto Victoria”s waiting tongue, rewarding her for a job well done.

Baby slid off Victoria”s face, leaving it smeared with her wetness. Suddenly, master”s lips were pressing hungrily against hers, kissing her and sucking Baby”s juices from them.

“Mmmmm, that is sweet! Baby, you must have a taste.”

Another set of lips pressed against Victoria”s, this time they were soft and thin. A light tongue pressed between her lips and playfully explored her mouth, then lapped at her cheeks like a kitten licking an ice cream bowl.

“Congratulations slut, you have pleased Baby and now she will help me reward you.”

Victoria felt his fingers untying the scarf that bound her arms above her head.

“Baby, secure her on top of me and put this to good use when the time is right.”

Victoria wondered what he was talking about as she felt Baby”s hands on her body, coaxing her to roll over. She felt him beneath her, the first contact she had had with him other than his hands, his cock, and his lips. She could tell he was slightly taller than her and muscular, with a broad chest and shoulders. She could feel the hair on his legs and arms as she laid on him face-to-face, his hard cock sandwiched between their groins.

Baby”s hands took Victoria”s wrists and wrapped the scarf around them, then tied her to the bed once again, leaving her stretched forward just above him, her breasts dangling vulnerably above his face. A sudden flick of his wet tongue against her nipple sent a jolt of electricity through her body, terminating at her clit. His fingers seized the other nipple and squeezed, pinched, and pulled it. Victoria moaned in pleasure as fresh dew began to form between her legs.

Baby”s hand ran down Victoria”s back, tickling her spine before settling on her ass. She lifting it for a moment, then pushed it down towards him. Her pussy found his stiff cock standing straight up, and as she sunk down onto it, she felt Baby”s other hand guiding it up inside her.

“Ride my cock” Master instructed her as his fingers tweaked her nipples.

Victoria slid up and down on his stiff shaft, stretching over him like a jockey riding a galloping horse. Baby”s hand slid beneath her, and played with both of them, stroking his cock and balls, and rubbing little circles on Victoria”s clit. Then Baby”s hand disappeared, and Victoria was alone on top of her master, pleasuring his cock with her pussy.

Baby”s fingers reappeared on Victoria”s ass, spreading her cheeks apart. She relaxed her anus in anticipation, and a well-lubricated fingertip sunk into her puckered hole, slowly working its way deeper until Baby”s second knuckle was buried inside her. The finger exited slowly and Victoria felt Baby move behind her and begin to mount her. The tip of a rubber strap-on cock pressed firmly against Victoria”s asshole. “That must be what he told her to put on” Victoria thought to herself.

Baby wrapped her arms around Victoria and cupped her breasts as she worked the toy into her anal cavity. Now Baby was riding her as she was riding their master, their three bodies moving in unison.

Victoria”s world spun in the darkness of the blindfold. Baby”s fingers found Victoria”s nipples and latched on, pinching them as the thick, slick dildo rammed into her ass again and again. She felt Baby”s hard nipples brush against her back and her hot breath whispering urgently into her ear:

“Fuck our Master, slut! Fuck him harder! Milk his cock with your cunt!”

Victoria clenched her muscles and came instantly, overwhelmed by the sensations of his cock filling her pussy and Baby”s dildo probing her ass. She knew her orgasm didn”t matter though, and fought through her fatigue to pleasure him. All she could think of was coaxing his sperm from his balls. He was lying still beneath her. She had to please him, to pump him until he spurt inside her.

Baby”s toy was lodged deep inside Victoria”s butt now and barely moving as she rode her. Baby took control of Victoria”s rhythm. She was using Victoria”s cunt to fuck him. They were two women fucking a single cock, two slaves serving a single master. Victoria relinquished control of her body, feeling it move at Baby”s command, feeling her own pussy hungrily constricting around its turgid invader as she fell upon it again and again.

“Come in her with me!” Master instructed Baby. “Come in her ass when I come in her cunt. Fuck! I”m coming now!”

Victoria felt his cock spasm within her and unleash its cream into her already drenched pussy. At the same time, she felt her ass fill with a warm fluid as Baby somehow made the dildo ejaculate in her butt. Baby fell forward onto Victoria”s back and they both collapsed in a sweaty pile on top of their master. Victoria could still feel his exhausted cock in her pussy and the rubber dildo buried in her ass as she finally surrendered to her exhaustion.

tt. Baby fell forward onto Victoria”s back and they both collapsed in a sweaty pile on top of their master. Victoria could still feel his exhausted cock in her pussy and the rubber dildo buried in her ass as she finally surrendered to her exhaustion.

Victoria opened her eyes. The blindfold was gone and so were Master and Baby. She reached under the warm quilt that had been placed over her and felt the fluids still oozing from her pussy and anus. As her eyes adjusted to the soft moonlight flooding in from the uncovered window, she noticed a new note next to her on the bed:

“Dear Victoria,

You were terrific! Thank-you so much for taking part in our fantasy. I”ve always wanted to have my husband dominate another woman and myself together. I cannot thank him enough for giving me this gift, or you for being such a wonderful, if unwitting, partner in it. The cottage is yours for the weekend. The refrigerator is stocked, as is the bar. Enjoy!

Love,

Baby ”

“Thanks for reading! Please vote and/or send feedback! I love hearing how a story made you feel and what you liked about it (constructive criticism is welcome too)!

Copyright 2003 by Literotica member Cyberguy”

Her next orgasm hit her like a truck. Dale had to place his hands back on her hips, just to keep himself in. Tina fought the ropes for a long time and cried out into her gag, loud enough that it amazed Dale that she could reach that level of loudness. She sat up quickly and actually ran into his chest. It was indeed a powerful orgasm. A few seconds later, Dale had his orgasm and shot his load into the condom. He relaxed a few seconds, enjoying the events that led up to his own orgasm, and then pulled out and stood up. He pulled off the condom and stepped out of her legs. Tina was not moving, just breathing hard, and looked like a rag doll that had been thrown onto the couch. Dale leaned down and found the thong back and pulled it out, attaching the slender front to it and settling it back in place, covering her pussy.

Dale picked Tina up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where he laid her down on the bed and pulled off her heels. Dale made sure that she was laying on her side with her head resting on a pillow. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and went back out into the main room to retrieve his bag of goodies.

When he returned, he set the bag by the nightstand, crawled into bed with Tina, and pulled the sheets up over them. He positioned himself right up against her backside and wrapped his arms around her. Tina was wondering when he was going to let her go, and fell asleep trying to guess when she would be freed.

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