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OUCH extreme bondage bindings are for the
Keywords: m/f, f/f, Mdom, ped, exhib, voy, 3some. S&M
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Ouch! Dammit, Do it Harder
Ouch! Dammit, do it harder!
My arm was beginning to tire. I had been paddling her so long
my bicep was getting sore. Her ass was beginning to look like swiss
steak- all red, bumpy and raw.
I brought my hand across and up to add more sting to the blows
and finally let my arm drop.
"Get off and blow me!" I ordered and she obeyed.
She wanted me badly. She pushed the rings of the leather rig
surrounding my cock to its base and took me in her mouth all at once. I
felt her gag as my meat met her tonsils and then push on until her lips
settled around the base. Then she bobbed with short strokes, never
letting my cockhead escape the confines of her throat. She finally had
to pull back to gasp, but then she was back taking it all until she was
out of air again.
I bet I'm not the only one that doesn't take much of that to be
thinking force feeding. But I wanted to jam my cock that deep and
shoot off. This was pretty wonderful, but I wanted to be more involved
with the motion that would jet the hot stuff out of my dick.
"Now suck the head- hard," I ordered.
She pulled back and started furiously on the head of
my cock. I started to fuck into her mouth and she tried to catch the
rhythm and bob in time with me.
"Just hold still," I snapped and she froze in place as I fucked
her face.
I was caught up in the emotion of the moment, but the spell
was broken when I jammed the studded codpiece into her nose. It was
a trial of self-control to stop ramming my cock down her throat and
push her head away. But it was for the better. I was wearing the
contraption for a reason and it wasn't to get my rocks off down her
gullet.
She lay sprawled where I had thrown her and awaited
instructions.
"On your knees. Arms on the couch," I ordered.
I straddled her legs and pushed my raging hardon into her cunt.
I jammed up hard and pushed her until her head was against the back
of the couch. She needed to be trapped. She needed to have nowhere to
escape. I needed some help holding her so my thrusts could finish with
the proper impact.
That was the reason I was wearing the heavy leather, metal-
studded contraption. Every thrust drove the sharp-pointed studs into her
tender ass as the leather slapped her haunches with the explosions of
another spanking. My only problem was throwing my hips into her
hard enough to make that impact hurt.
Sharp little whines as the contraption smacked into her red, raw
ass told me I had mastered that part- at least in a minimal way. I knew
she would be happier if I could draw screams each time I drove deep
into her. But happy was happy enough. Right now it was just as much
about me getting off on the hard-pounding rape of her juicy little twat.
I could always torture her afterwards.
I had spanked her with my fucking as hard and as long as I
dared. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the couch so she
was sitting on the floor with her back against it. Then I rammed my
cock down her throat.
"Suck it now, bitch," I snapped as I jammed the contraption
against her face.
The pop of my cock entering her throat was a signal event for
us both. It brought tears to her eyes and a groan of contentment from
deep in her chest. It brought me to the brink. A few heroic self-
impalements later, she had primed the pump. I fucked her face like I
had fucked her and she screamed.
It was a garbled, gagging sound, but it was a scream. We had
both made it to the big time. She even struggled as I pumped out my
jizm deep into her throat. I had taken her too far, given her more than
she could take, made her and helpless. I had also made her the
receptacle for an extraordinary spurting, flowing orgasm, incredible in
force and duration.
The hardest thing on me was remembering that this was not the
end point. My natural instinct was to let down after I had cum. Post-
orgasmic glow- a more quiet feeling of satisfaction, with her I could
have none of that. Particularly not now that I had driven her over the
line.
"Keep sucking!" I shouted, "Don't let that thing go down. I'm
not done with it yet!"
It was a trial for her to maintain as my choking sperm trickled
down her throat and there was no relenting of the suffocating prick in
her face. I had already forced her beyond and I wanted to ride that
crest. She on pure instinct and it only occurred to her to grab a
breath when she was about to pass out.
I let her off on that one. I supposed breathing was important
and I had only ordered her to suck me, not suffocate herself. She was,
of course, trying to swim upstream. I knew she would not be able to
keep me hard. I was using the break to think of how I was going to
punish her failure. Certainly her ass was beaten numb and I was going
to have to take it out on her tits.
"You worthless slut! Can't you even excite me?" I bullied her
as my dick went soft in her throat, "Stand up!"
She stood with her eyes cast on the ground like a naughty but
repentant child with her hands folded in front of her.
"Why cover that hole?" I snapped and slapped her hands away
from her crotch, "You think anyone wants that?"
"You can't even give a decent blow job," I berated her as I
grabbed her right nipple and pulled her along.
She followed easily and I dragged her tit to the table, pressing
the nipple down on the wood with my thumb. I dragged the other tit up
to rest beside it and smiled evilily at her.
"I think you need some encouragement to put your heart into
it," I told her with a chuckle.
Then came the board. We had used a press in the past, but I
hoped this was going to go beyond that. It was a banner day already.
Why not try to make history?
I placed the board over her and then swung my leg over her
head. She yelped. It was a sound like a makes when it is hit by a
car. My weight on the board pressed her flat beneath it and her
mouth opened with the pain. I plopped my dick into it.
"Now get me hard." I ordered, "You've got something invested
now." She did her best to suck me through the whining. The pain was
making it an uncoordinated effort, but long on desire. And it was doing
the job. Her was not good, but the discomfort she displayed
was like Rhino horn for my libido. Her lips trembled as they slid up
and down my prick and made my cock slowly to attention.
"Please me some more," her voice trembled, sounding
childlike and frightened coming through her pain.
I let her up. Sometimes my genius shines the brightest when I
am just making do. She was shivering with the pain I had inflicted on
her tits, actual tremors of the onset of shock. Exciting her now and
injecting more adrenaline would drive her beyond any bliss we had yet
found- if it didn't make her heart burst.
But what to hurt? Her butt was numb and her were too far
gone for any more punishment. Oh, the simplicity of it all. Exotic for
its own sake is wasted. The answer was staring at me.
I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. I hit her hard
enough that I could see the streak of each finger emblazoned on her
cheek. Then I swung back and backhanded her.
"Unnhh!" she grunted as my knuckles knocked her head back
the way it had came.
"Get over here," I snapped and grabbed her by the hair to throw
her over the arm of the couch.
I knew her asshole was tight and dry. I knew the spit on my
cock wouldn't be near enough lubrication to make it go in easily. And I
knew she was thinking the same things with the light of lust in her
eyes. I stuck my dick in her and shoved it in.
"Owww, my ass aches!" she complained, but not genuinely.
I'm sure the studded leather did when I rammed it into her
tender ass, but that wasn't the cause of her cry. She was trying to hint
that I should use her asshole. That was good. She wasn't going to have
her way. I would make do with her cunt. It was, after all, the obvious
answer to what part I hadn't hurt.
My hand went around the bend of her thigh to sneak to her
snatch. I pulled the lips of her twat apart with my fingers to find her
clit and then caught it between my middle finger and thumb. She
shrieked when I squeezed and I grinned.
"Now that we know about your ass, how's your cunt?" I asked.
"Ready for you to use me in any way you want," she sulked,
chastened on many levels of the game that was our life.
Trying to keep that hand in place became quite a chore as I
slammed her around pretty good with my thrusts. I ended by gripping
her pubic bone with my whole hand as I fucked her. That led naturally
to my next thought as my fingertips sank a little ways inside her as I
squeezed to hold her in place. I was going to make her ache all
right.
She was devastated when I left abruptly, wailing and begging
for me to come back and finish her. She needn't have worried. It was a
quick trip to the toy drawer and back for me.
"Oh Jesus, baby, don't tease me," she begged, giving no
indication she could tell the rubber dick I was sliding into her
from my own.
I jabbed at her with the dildo for a while, never quite pushing it
all the way in as she whined for more. Then I pushed my dick
underneath the rubber phallus and forced that inside.
"Baby! What's that! What are you doing!" she gasped, gurgled
and groaned as the second dick was pushed into her.
"Shut up," I explained with all the compassion she was due.
Once I got my cock seated, it was only a matter of pushing
hard enough to jam the dildo and my cock up her cunt. There were
some real panic screams along the way as her was rammed
overfull and then filled some more. Then, with a final heave, she had
the fake rubber balls up the crack of her ass and my own in the crack
of her cunt.
"I feel my ripping, master," she sobbed and I chuckled as I
bumped harder against her.
"Shut up," I soothed and fucked her hard.
It was as tight as her ass and wetter. She was hot and smooth
and oh so full. I fucked her my best past the rubber dick and then
reached out for two handsfull of hair to use as a bridle. I yanked her
head back to open her throat for her screams and slammed her some
more against the arm of the couch.
She was making monkey babble now. I had her to orgasm
of her special kind and all that was left was to take her as hard as I
could on the way to my own climax. I kept slamming into her and
jolting the dildo until I felt her finally adjust to the fullness of two
cocks rummaging in her twat. That was ordinary.
I pulled out and spun her around. Hands on her shoulders, I
pushed her down.
"Sit on it," I ordered and waited for her to arrange one leg on
each side of the couch arm.
"No. Rock up on it," I told her as she sat too far back to be
perched on the base of the rubber dick.
I pulled her up until she was balanced on the dildo and then
pressed her down a few times to seat the rubber prod inside her. I kept
my hand on the back of her head as I slid between her and the couch
arm and sat down. Then I pulled her face into my crotch and drove my
cock down her throat.
"Now blow me, bitch," I demanded and leaned back so I could
thrust up at her whenever it was most inconvenient for her.
She was having the kind of out-of-body experience that we
were shooting for. Completely cowed by the series of pain-induced
shocks and reduced to a jelly-like mass by the fading of each of those
injections of adrenaline, she was moving by memory in a robot-like
trance.
In some way that seemed to fit with my love of control, her
mechanical was quite exciting to watch. The was
nothing special, but the sight of her mindlessly moving her head up and
down on my cock was very, very, hot. She had become in many senses
the perfect sex toy. She was me because I told her to. She was
sucking out of reflex with no conscious input and she would almost
certainly sit placidly as I used her in any way I wished.
All that and wake up and cook me breakfast. It was a one-sided
fantasy, as the kink came from having sex with this animated inanimate
object, but that was okay right now. She had had her fun and I was
willing to sacrifice, for a time, her input into my excitement. Fear,
screams and entreaties are not the only flowers in the garden of love.
It took a rather longer enjoyable time with her fervor blunted,
but who objects to a longer blow job? Even my urgent stabs into the
back of her throat did not interrupt the rhythm of her head moving up
and down on my cock. As I reached my climax and sought to bury my
prick deeper in her mouth, she kept moving as before and only the hot
splatter of my jizm on her tonsils made her pause a moment.
And she paused in a good way, remaining with her lips at the
base of my cock while she the seed being jetted into her throat.
Even her normally active gag reflex was quieted as I banged things in
her throat with the jabs that came as I jerked in orgasm.
"Now you may go to your room." I instructed while she still
knelt before me with my organ deep in her mouth.
From that she knew I was not done with her. My active
participation may have been sated for a time, but there were still many
things I could do with a purely dispassionate regard for her pain and
humiliation.
The dildo still lodged in her made it difficult to walk and I
made that even more of a waddle as I cautioned her about letting the
rubber dick slip out of her cunt. I followed her slow progress to the
bedroom and ordered her to stand next to the bed facing away.
You don't have to do a lot to restrain a woman. The truth is that
most of those bondage bindings are for the pleasure of the
rather than the necessity of holding the woman still. Simple bindings
just don't evoke the same excitement for those with that kink. But I'm a
minimalist. I think the more simple the binding, the more the victim is
taunted by the possibility of escape. How simple it seems. How hard to
accomplish. And since these scenarios are not for me, I like to
frustrate.
I locked her hands behind her in standard S&W handcuffs and
pulled the dildo out of her cunt. I had something else to occupy that
gap. It was on a board 2'X2', centered and about four inches tall. I had
used a piece of prime walnut that was sanded to a silky smoothness
and curved, ever so slightly, as it rose. I had to lift her over it and have
her spread her legs so I could feed that cock-like peg into her twat. Her
eyes were shock-open as I lowered her, but she did not cry out as I
gently eased the wooden cylinder safely inside her.
Then it only took shoelaces to hold her firm. Knees wide,
ankles crossed, I looped the laces around her ankles and tied them to
each other. Firm bindings and tight knots held her feet in position and I
smiled at her before I left.
"You can go anywhere you can manage, dear," I taunted as I
walked out.
We both knew there was nowhere she could go. We also knew
that she would try many times while I was away. It was a new toy for
us, but one I had researched and caught my ideas of tantalizing
escapability wonderfully. She couldn't lift herself off the peg with her
hands- it was too high. Using her feet would only press on the board
and tilt the peg painfully and inconveniently exactly the wrong
direction for her to escape. I was hoping she would try many times as I
went about my own business about the house.
I came back about a half an hour later. I had tried to become
interested in some work, but my mind kept wandering to the naked
woman trapped on the middle of our bed. I held out as long as I could,
but then I had to go back to her.
She was sitting where I left her with a perplexed look on her
face. There was just a little too much sweat sheening her body for me
to believe that she had sat quietly while I made her wait. I smiled at her
consternation. The restraint was working just the was it was designed,
and I knew she herself each time she tried to grab that elusive
hope of escape.
"You look so pretty sitting there," I teased her, "but there seems
to be something missing. Hmmmm... what could that be?"
I let her search my face for some indication, but I only smiled
at her. It wasn't an earth-shaking revelation. She just looked too naked.
"Oh, I know!" I said mysteriously, and stepped behind her to
get the nipple clips out of the toy drawer.
She needed a little more stimulation. I was going to let her
share her focus with the sensation from her tits. I placed the rubber-
padded ends gently over her nipples and then made her wince as I
tightened the ratchets down to pinch the hard nubs. The chain was for
convenience and decoration and had no real weight, but she still
flinched as I dropped it and it swung and bounced against her torso
below her breasts.
That was a nice touch, I though as I admired my work. The
silver chain set off her vast pink nudity. I considered the collar, but
decided I had given her enough of a break from the doldrums already. I
left her with her new toy.
It was a good interlude for me, too. I was at the point where
this little spark was enough to set off the sex feeling again. By the time
I came back to her, I would be anxious to fuck her and more than
ready. I had felt the stirring while I was looking at her and I knew in
another twenty minutes I would be hard and eager to bury the bone
again.
I spent those twenty minutes running ideas through my mind.
All in all we masters are an orderly lot. I started by noting that I would
have to let her off the peg unless I was going to fuck her face again.
Since I had in her throat twice already, I would have to let her up.
I toyed with the idea of picking her up and setting her back down with
the peg up her ass. The peg would be wet enough after rummaging
around in her for forty minutes, but that would leave me fucking
her face again. I decided to leave that for another time.
In my musings I did hit on the idea. It would tie all those
themes running through my mind together. I smiled at her as I walked
into the room. She was on edge now, reaching the end of the
imaginings and anticipations of my next actions. She had had enough
and wanted some action. I gave it to her.
First the broad, collar- secure, but not too tight. Then
comes the leash. For now the leash is loosely draped over a bedpost.
Then I have to lift her off the peg and slide the board away. A push and
she plops on her face with her after end high and exposed in the air. I
don't think the shoelaces can prevent her from moving her knees in, but
the stiffness of nearly an hour in the position keeps her in her Indian
squat position as she lays on her knees and her face.
Now I bring the leash up tight to keep her from squirming too
much and run my hand over the still red-streaked flanks presented for
me to work my will.
"Quite a predicament you've gotten yourself in," I taunt her as I
make final adjustments by releasing one nipple and then catching it in
the clamp again after I have thrown the chain over her back.
"It only serves to demonstrate in a physical way my total
submission to your will, master," she replied carefully.
I had succeeded in awing her or there would not have been the
precision in her answer. She was truly afraid of what I could do to her
and wanted this phase to pass as easily as she could coax me into
making it. Of course, only the real terror had the effect of heightening
her awareness and hence her pleasure. I wasn't giving that up.
But then, we defined serious injury as a week's stay in the
hospital and anything else, while certainly not the aim, was fair game.
She knew I was going to her, but she was trying to negotiate on
the how bad.
Whack! I slapped her upturned ass as I moved behind her. She
made a spastic truncated jerk as she reacted instinctively and was
brought up short by the leash. She was captive and helpless.
It was almost as if her quivering mimicked the way my cock
swung hard in front of me as I knelt behind her. She knew I was going
to sexually assault her violently, she just didn't know when or where it
was coming. I moved up so my rigid prick rested in the crack of her
ass and picked up the chain that went to the nipple clips.
"If I got my riding crop, I could take my horsey for a ride," I
smirked as I gave the chain a playful shake as if it were reins.
"I am yours to use, master," she answered quickly, the quaver
in her voice betraying the fact that she hoped to avoid that whipping on
her already tender cheeks.
I gave the chain a few quick tugs and heard her sharp intakes of
breath as I yanked on her poor battered and bruised tits. Then I lowered
my cock to her and drove it in.
"Ride, Captain, ride upon this useless shit," I sang my
butchered lyrics to Blues Image's one hit as I fucked against her butt.
Her groans were not groans of misuse. I was getting to the
gratifying part for her now. My dick stirring deeper than the wooden
peg could reach was scratching a desire born in the forty minutes of
imprisonment. For the moment she had forgotten the threat of pain and
was working her ass on me as I rummaged in her pussy. The brief
flickers of pain as the nipple clips tugged at her only made the
fucking better and made her jerk her hips with more conviction.
Then I gave her a few smacks as I pulled far back to drive my
length in and out of her. It was just a distraction, but she started
breathing hard as I fucked her that way. Then I cleared her and
used two fingers to guide my thrust so I rammed back in- this time into
her rectum.
She shrieked. She was generally a grunter or groaner, but
unsuspecting and unprepared, she shrieked as my cock battered open
her back door and drove full speed up the Hershey highway. I coupled
the thrust with a good, strong pull on the tit chain and she was off to
the land of pain again.
For my part, driving into her asshole was like stubbing my
dick. My cock bumped, hit, flattened and bent before it forced the tiny
brown eye to open and, with a rush, jammed into her tight confines.
Her anus was like a cockring two sizes too small as I rammed into it
and the best part was when it tightly gripped the base of my prick with
my cock lodged deep inside her bowels. Not that I didn't enjoy that bit
of pain with my pleasure. I like it a little myself, and the enjoyment
magnifies when I know what pain I am inflicting for the pain received.
While I could, I drove past that protesting sphincter, ramming it
hard while it was trying to adjust to the intrusion. And each thrust
brought another yank on the nipple chain. She squirmed when I
jammed my dick in her ass, but her cries coincided with my jerks on
the chain. That gave me an idea.
"Here," I said, placing the chain in her manacled hands, "When
this gets too intense, pull the reins to stop."
I had placed the torture in her own hands. If she herself
enough, I would let up on her. She could do it to herself or I would.
And to make her want to take it into her own hands, I grabbed her hips
and doubled my efforts to slam harder into her asshole.
It worked. She understood what I was doing to her and made a
timid effort to pull back the 'reins'.
"That wouldn't stop a pony," I scolded, "You've got to pull up
this fiery charger or he's going to gallop right up to your liver."
To emphasize my point, I traded hands as one pulled her back
into my thrusts and the other rained whacks on her rosy ass. In
response she made more efforts, pulling on the chain to her own gasps
of pain. But it was still not enough. I had not seen her nipples appear to
the sides of her body. When she made the Herculean jerk that brought
those mangled tips into sight, I would relent.
I fucked her ass loose and sloppy by the time she made the
jerk, by mistake I think, that pulled her nipples into view. I followed
her yelp with an instant stop to the spanking and the fucking.
"Pull up you say?" I smirked, "Then lady, I do your will."
I carefully moved her ahead as I pulled my cock out of her ass
so as not to strain the leash. Then I picked her up and rolled her over
onto her back. I wasn't going to pound on her butt anymore, but she
was still going to have to get me off.
I let my shit-dripping prick rest on her belly as I lovingly untied
the shoelaces. I wanted her to have the use of her legs now. I pulled
her legs straight up and then let them rest on my shoulders. Then I
looked down at the red-rimmed, brown-stained gaping below her
cunt and put my dick back in. She hardly struggled at all as I trod the
well-used path. Instead, she squirmed as best she could to help me
slide it in to the hilt.
"It's good to experiment with that," I told her, "You're going to
need to squirm quite a bit to finish this job."
"Are you going to help me squirm?" she asked.
"No." I said simply, "that would make it easier on you. You're
going to have to finish the job you interrupted all by yourself."
She flopped and lurched pitifully as she tried to fuck me and
her performance was at best mediocre. I shook my head and leaned
over to take off the nipple clips. She must have caught a glimmer of
my plan and tried to launch a barrage of frantic lunges to stay my
hand.
She should have known better. She had already earned my
helping hand. Now she could only help herself by cooperating with her
punishment.
"I'm going to help you a little," I said.
I placed one clip on her clitoral hood and snicked the ratchet
down hard. She gasped.
"Now when I say: up, I bet you come up," I sneered and gave
the chain a little yank.
She came up. I used her like a yo-yo, pulling her up to me and
letting her down. The pain and the prospect of greater pain was a
marvelous motivator for her to get her butt up. The beauty of the thing
was her concern over getting up to avoid the pain dampened her
realization that it was when she slumped back down that my cock
drove its deepest up her ass.
I was most aware of that and yanked her to large heights at the
start to tire her. Then as I shortened her rise, she dropped harder and
harder down onto my impaling prick. But she caught the sense of it and
I only had to give her clit a twinge with a shake of the chain to make
her ride her butt on my dick.
She got me near enough that I could restrain myself no more. I
finally gave in and grabbed her ankles to work them as I rammed my
cock into her asshole with the necessary urgency. I up lifted her
uplifted butt with a series of short hard thrusts and then it was time to
wash out her ass with cum.
This time I didn't have to remember anything. I had probably
worked her to the point of injury already. And I certainly wouldn't have
more to give for hours. But that didn't mean I had to let her up. She had
the use of her feet now and that meant she could move around to
relieve any stiffness. She just wouldn't be able to leave the bed with the
leash on.
That was good for now. I needed a shower and she needed to
think.
Well, maybe think wasn't what she would do, but that wasn't
my concern. I wanted this session to come to an end with her
whimpering and I thought she would be ready in another 20 minutes or
so. I knew this woman. She had been restrained on the bed for about an
hour and a half and we were fucking for a half an hour or so before
that. Two hours was about the limit for her bladder. By the time I got
out of the shower, she should be pretty desperate.
I must have miscalculated. My first thought lasted only a
flicker as I saw her insulting, defiant grin. My second thought was that
my was trying to get me to beat her to death. If she had
been apologetic, I could have let her off with a little light humiliation-
like rubbing her face it in and leaving her to sit on the wet spot. But her
open defiance was as good as asking to be whipped.
I still hesitated. Grabbing the crop and whailing away was too
much like doing what she wanted. I wanted a way to punish her while
remaining in control. I just looked at her and shook my head slowly to
stall for time. Then I got it.
"Looks like your faucet is broken," I said, "I guess we'll have to
fix it."
Firmly, but with no emotion I untied her leash had pulled her
off the bed. I led her to the kitchen to a questioning look. I led her
through and tied her on the screened-in porch. She could hear and
imagine what I was preparing for her, but I wanted some surprise. I
can only guess what she was thinking as I dumped the icemaker tray
into a litter box. It sounded a little like thunder.
The ice cubes were just for padding. I freeze breadpans full of
water to keep my cooler cold. I popped out a couple of those suckers
and laid them on the cubes, trying to get the right slant. Then I brought
her in, sat her down and tied her leash to a cupboard door.
Her howls were most satisfactory, but the Piece de resistance
was the patter, patter, patter as she slapped her feet against the floor in
a frenzy from the cold shock on her warm ass. I just watched as she
squirmed and whined. When her struggles lost the intensity of sincerity
I knew the ice had done its work.
I let her steep a little longer as I went to prepare part two. If
pure unsexual discipline was what she wanted, I would accommodate
her. I put up the bar and attached the cuffs. I laid out the crop so she
would know what was coming. Then I got her up and brought her in.
"Don't feign surprise," I rebuked her, "You asked for this as
much as if you had come out and said, whip me master. You know
what insolence brings."
She was released from the handcuffs only to be put in the
leather cuffs chained to the bar over her head. Fastened that way, she
had to stand still or run the risk of stumbling and hanging by her wrists.
It made it nice for whippings that she had to try and take the lash
standing as still as she could manage.
That wasn't as big a problem this time. Her ice-numbed
buttocks were slow to react to the stripes and I'm sure the sharp kiss of
the whip was dulled somewhat. But that didn't matter. I was going for
time-release suffering.
I did a nice job of marking her butt- a cross-hatched pattern
with pretty good evenness. Then I let her down and took her back to
the bedroom. She obviously hadn't been done with the pleasure she was
getting from being disciplined and she obviously didn't need me to
sexually participate to get the thrill. That pretty much made it my job
to deliver this discipline in a way that would keep her attention.
She had slept in restraints before, but never in her own piss. I
chained one hand to the bed and said goodnight.
She didn't complain, but she spent a restless night as the salty
urine stung her cuts. I woke before she did and for the briefest moment
was puzzled by the scene. As my mind relived the night before in a
flash, it also prompted me to get some satisfaction for the solo
performance she had last night. I climbed over her without waking her
and then slapped her awake as I resurrected the pain of the whipping
with the spanking.
She came awake in mid-yelp and was halted in mid-struggle by
the cuff on her wrist. I decided to press my advantage and went into
my Quasimodo voice.
"Jussst ssee whosse been a bad girl," I hissed, "I guesss no one
would mind if Quass imodo usssed her a little."
"Oh Jesus!" she yelped as I moved up and pushed my morning
hardon against her asshole.
It was more fun than my hardon had ever had before. She
could feel how rigid and determined it was and arched her back to
push her ass up to me out of self defense. That was more opening than
I needed, but I suppose it was easier on both of us to have her open her
ass that way.
Not that it made any difference to the way I was going to fuck
her. I wanted hard, fast and now. I was going to shove my cock up her
delicious little asshole like the plunger in an oil well. And the harder I
could rump hump her the better.
She was appropriately vocal as I drilled her rectum, her cries
coming the loudest as I slapped against the raw, pain of the mass of
irritated welts on her backside. But this was for me. It was only
incidental that her ass had been flayed raw. That she might suffer like
this was part of the assumption made at the time of her punishment.
Right now her ass was only a form of pleasure for me and the pain
was just a bonus for her.
When I finally dumped my load up her ass, I climbed off her
and released her from the cuff. She stared at me suspiciously for a
moment and then hopped up and scampered out of the room. A few
moments later I heard the shower running and I knew that if I walked
into the bathroom I would find her huddled in the bottom of the shower
with the hot water beating down on her abused bottom.
I also knew from the look she had given me that she expected
this freedom to be some sort of trap. It was only Saturday and her
slavery had another two full days to run.
I enjoyed this power over her as much as she enjoyed me
wielding it, but I couldn't bring myself to her anymore that
morning. I still felt a little guilty about crushing her tits. And I had
beaten her black, blue and bloody throughout the evening. There wasn't
much more I could do that wouldn't start to dull the edge of her pain.
But that didn't mean I couldn't humiliate her.
"I see you've survived the first night," I said as she walked in
from her shower.
"I'm sorry if that doesn't please you," she answered, in correct
form, but with the wrong inflection.
I let it pass. It was a little early for me to start beating her. I had
other plans in mind anyway. First off, we were going to take a cue
from our British friends and dress her in 'stockings and suspenders'.
And, secondly, that was all we were going to dress her in except an
overcoat and high heels.
I considered the collar accesorizing. I showed her the leash
and put it in my coat pocket so she would know I would use it if she
made it necessary. Then we went to Dugan's.
Dugan's is one of those leftover 'neighborhood' bars. I don't
mean to put it down. It wasn't Dugan's that deteriorated, it was the neighborhood. Dugan's is still a bright, fine place. The neighborhood has just gotten a little seedy around it. That also goes for the clientele.
Outside Dugan's I gave her instructions. Go in. Get a drink. Sit
down at a table. Wait for my further instructions. I kept it simple so
there would be no mistakes.
I waited a few minutes and then I walked in whistling. I wanted
to attract attention. I looked over the that were looking me over
and picked one gnarled gentleman at the far end of the bar. He looked
like a guy that had seen the elephant a few times in his life. I sauntered
over and plopped down on the stool next to him.
"You know, mister, I've got the of all sucker bets for
you," I started out.
"Okay, let's hear it," he said with a tired look.
"I'll bet you a drink that I can talk a woman," I glanced around
and pointed at my slave, "that one f'rinstance, into giving you a
blowjob right here at the bar."
"Yeah, sure, what's the catch?" he asked eyeing me warily.
"We both win, that's the catch," I told him, holding my arms
wide, "It's a sucker bet so you know I've got some way to make that
broad blow you, but all it costs you is a drink to get your cock
sucked."
He just did an imitation of a grin and nodded slowly. I guess it
was worth a couple of bucks to him to see how this played out.
"Eddie get this guy a drink," he called out to the bartender.
Beer in hand, I made my way over to my slave. I sat at her
table and explained her next moves as if we were striking up a
conversation.
"You are going to follow me over to that man," I told her,
"Without speaking a word, you are to lick his ear and turn him so his
back is to the rest of the bar. Then you will slowly sink to your knees,
open his pants, take out his penis and suck him until he ejaculates in
your mouth. Understood?"
She nodded and I got up and led her over to the man. He
seemed amused, but I think he was waiting for the zinger. I don't think
he considered for one minute the possibility that the only zinger was
that she was going to take out his dick and blow him right there at the
bar in front of God and everybody.
Realitywise, there were only a half dozen people in the bar at
that time Saturday morning, but it must have seemed to him to be a
packed house as she went down and opened his pants. I think he
wanted to protest, but how do you turn down a blow job in a bar on
Saturday morning?
By the time she got him hard and was away, all those
thoughts left. He was grunting in contentment when Eddie got curious.
"What the hell is going on here?" Eddie thundered and made
the poor guy jump.
I stepped over to take care of this little matter and my slave
kept at her assigned task.
"Hey, come on, the guy just lost a bet," I told Eddie, looking
around at the other two patrons of the bar, I added, "Nobody else
seems to have noticed. Why don't you just let them be."
"I don't need that kind of stuff in here," Eddiie said, obviously
thinking she was hooking.
"I told you it was a bet," I said again, "She's not a pro. Why
don't you walk away for a minute and we'll see what we can work out
when she's done."
Eddie got a look in his eye that told me I had him. There was a
nasty little fantasy in his mind that I could work on.
"Come over here and let's talk," I said, letting go of the fifty I
had in my hand to bribe him.
We moved down a couple of stools and we leaned out heads
together over the bar to talk quietly. It was silly because one guy was
talking to his shot and the other- over in the corner- looked like he was
asleep.
"I think I saw a light go on," I told him, "What dirty little
thought did you have in mind?"
"First tell me how he gets a blow job from losing a bet," Eddie
said.
I laughed at that and said, "I bet he's wondering that about now,
too."
I ran down the sucker bet I offered the guy and explained that
the had lost a bet first and this was how she had to pay up. I didn't
give him all the real details, but I did mention that she was naked
underneath her coat. Then I asked him again what he had in mind. He
seemed to weigh my carefully and I guess he came to the
conclusion that I wasn't a pimp and she wasn't a whore, whether he
swallowed the I was feeding him or not.
"Well, there is something that runs through my mind from time
to time," Eddie started.
It turned out that he fantasized working behind the bar without
his pants on and having a pretty woman notice and go back and fuck
him while he was working. And in the way of fantasizing, he'd even
mapped out where and how it could happen. I told him to go lose his
pants and I'd see that his fantasy came true.
I moved back down the bar and got there just in time for the
grand finale. Her cheeks were hollowed as she on the head of
his cock and jacked him off. He was squirming around like he was
sitting on hot vinyl and making panting noises. Then he jumped
like someone had poked him and I saw her head jerk involuntarily. She
gave up the jacking off to bob her head on his dick and he just
shuddered like a whipped puppy.
She had satisfied my requirements, but she kept it up a while
longer just for the guy. She was getting into the spirit. When she was
finally done, she got up and stood in front of the guy. She was
definitely turned on because she leaned over him and took his hand and
slid it under her coat. His eyes widened for a flash as he found flesh
beneath the coat, but the he went to work kneading her tits. She let him
play while she tucked his dick back in his pants and then stepped
away.
Eddie was back now, standing behind the bar and grinning. He
was wearing a long butcher's apron and I declined the opportunity to
look and see if he had taken off his pants. It wasn't something I was
going to have anything to do with. I just took my slave aside and told
her what she was going to do next. She was just hot enough that it
sounded like fun to her.
She attracted Eddie down to the end of the bar and he came,
after pausing to exchange grins with the she had just blown. She
murmured something to him and stepped to the end of the bar. I saw
her put his hand under her coat and I imagine she was exploring under
his apron at the same time. After a few moments of that, Eddie
whisked her behind the bar and out of sight.
Eddie was clearly distracted and I leaned over the bar to catch a
glimpse of his apron billowed out in front of him and moving back and
forth. She had wasted no time in getting to the root of it. I knew his
secret fantasy and was afraid her exquisite mouth would sap his
resolve to fulfill it. I started reaching over the bar for mixers. By the
time I had the set-ups out, I figured he'd had enough of her
and called out to him.
His look of irritation quickly melted when he realized what I
was really doing.
"All right, all right, keep your pants on," he said with a
delicious irony as he pushed her away from his dick and propelled her
toward where I sat at the bar.
He held her low all the way so she wouldn't be seen over the
bar and then pushed her over the stainless steel surface behind the bar
in front of me. Her head went under the bar and only her butt draped
out over into the aisle in front of Eddie. He lifted her coat and folded it
over her back to expose her ass and then pulled up his apron and threw
it over the coat.
I was too much of a gentleman to try to look at Eddie's dick as
he moved forward, but I did notice him come to an abrupt stop and
thought I heard a muffled grunt from under the bar. He slowly started
gathering ingredients as he rocked forward and back and began to mix
my drink. It seemed he liked some things better than others since he
groaned softly when he poured them.
Shaking the drink was the best of all. He was just plumb in love
with shaking the drink. Except I noticed he was doing more shaking
that the shaker. He made up for that by shaking the drink for at least
two minutes and then, with a sigh of ecstasy, poured it in the vicinity
of the glass. He got a lot inside the glass as the stream trailed over and
back over the mouth of the glass.
"On the house," he croaked as he pushed the glass toward me.
As I hoisted the glass to him, I heard glass tinging on glass and
a commotion coming from under the bar. Eddie suddenly got a
shocked look on his face that turned into a smile. A little later I heard
more noise and peeked over the bar to see my slave's rear crawling
towards the end of the bar, her coat still thrown up over her back
exposing her just-fucked to Eddie's gaze.
She just appeared at the end of the bar, her coat falling into
place when she stood. She glanced at the other two patrons in the bar
and waited for my next instructions. I finished my drink, thanked Eddie
and walked down to say so long to our other new friend.
She had done her job at Dugan's, actually more than I had
planned. Having her fuck Eddie was just luck. Now it was time to take
advantage of her state of undress. When I got her in the car, I snapped
the leash onto her collar. I hung the end from the rear-view mirror,
forming a nicely visible arc of leash for any that cared to look. As we
drove out of town, I joked that I had finally made up the road sign.
It was a standing gag between us that I would make up a sign
that read: Look Right/ Naked Lady/ 1/4 mile ahead. And then
she would stand by the side of the road and I would stand behind her
and open her coat every time a car went by. I didn't really have the
sign, but I had a similar idea.
Truckers always talk about the women flashing them on the
road and some of them are telling the truth. We got on the highway and
looked for trucks. When I found one that wasn't highballin' down the
macadam, I would pull out to pass and tap my horn as I pulled up by
the cab. Then I would open her coat and fondle her as I drove next to
him. Wiggle her and tweak her nipples, pull up her thigh to open her to him and then rub her vigorously for his viewing pleasure.
We got plenty of return toots as we pulled on around and drove
off. I was taking her an hour away, so we got to repeat the show lots of
times on the way. I don't think she knew where we were going when I
pulled off the road. We both knew the park was there, but I was the
one that had plans for it.
Rangers never went in the woods unless they had to. That was
the way I had it figured. The natural wholesomeness of fucking in the
woods was an understood part of a park, I figured. That wasn't going
to comfort her any, I hoped.
I walked her into the woods- stumbling in the heels and took
her down the trail to a stream. I took off her coat and folded it on a
rock for her to sit on. Then I cuffed her hands behind her back and put
the end of the leash under a rock, warning her that it better remain
undisturbed.
It was a wonderful setting as a backdrop to a handcuffed naked
woman in garterbelt and sitting quietly at the end of her
leash. I scouted the creekbed for two trees the right distance apart.
Here we could have the best of everything, open air, exposure,
bondage, discipline, scenery, forcible sex.
Then I found them. I could touch them with the fingertips of
outspread hands. They were slender, but more than strong enough to
share her weight. I went back and got her.
I stood her between the trees and stretched her arms up. I tilted
her and tied her right hand high over her head to one tree. Then I
stretched up the left hand until she was on tip toes and tied it. She
didn't have long to balance on teetering toes. I grabbed her right ankle
and pulled it up and toward the sapling. When I lifted her left foot, she
sagged into her bonds and I tied her ankle to the tree to complete her
hanging.
I found I could swing her in the air by pushing on one tree and
then the other. It was fascinating to watch her sway in the air. I found
out she could swing in the air by herself when I goosed her and her
reaction set her to swaying between the saplings. She was going to be
one swinging by the time I let her down.
"You've been quite the slut, haven't you," I addressed her as she
hung, looking in the direction of my belt, "Blowing drunks, fucking
strangers and letting truck drivers stare at your pussy."
"I did it all, master," she replied, not without a hint of
satisfaction.
"And you know sluts get punished," I said evenly.
"I can't help myself. I am a slut. I'll have to take my
punishment," she said.
Open air punishment in her precarious position had her at a
fever pitch. Her nipples were so tight I was surprised I couldn't hear
them crunching in their vibrant hardness. She was ready to go off at the
merest touch. Her must have been like a swamp.
Oh yes. This called for my most inspired pieces. I didn't want
to open the cuts on her ass with a switch, but there were so many
opportunities at hand better than that. First off, we were by a stream. It
was a cold running stream and a handfull on her back made her lunge
in her bonds as if she had been whipped. I sprinkled her a few more
times as she waved at the whim of the trees she had set in motion.
Then I got a little more specific.
With one corner of my handkerchief which I had dipped in the
stream, I began to play lightly with her nipples. The jerks as I touched
the cold cloth to the hard nubs were small, but the shocking thing was
the look of pure lust on her face. It was lust that had gone on to pain
from the grimace as I teased her nipples. Then I smacked the wet cloth
across one nipple and she nearly tore the trees down with her reaction.
She swung wildly, disjointedly, her flying in all directions
as I tried to deliver further little gifts with the wet handkerchief. And
then I let her swing and sway down to stillness again.
I plotted my next move before I moved behind her to give her a
little preview of coming attractions. She wasn't tied where she was by
accident. I knew her legs had to be about four inches longer to raise her
cunt to a convenient level for me to fuck her. And that's where she was
tied- about four inches off the ground. I rubbed my cock up and down
her slit to get it harder and then found I had her positioned perfectly as
I drove my cock up her cunt.
I let her think this was the big fuck for a while and amused
myself by the way the trees kept bringing her back each time I thrust
her away. Then I pulled out of her to her squeal and went to get my
supplies.
I saw a wild rose bush coming in and I clipped off a sprig to
use. It was alive with tiny, scratchy thorns and they weren't likely to
break off as I used the sprig on her. I didn't so much switch her with
the sprig as bring it down and rake it over her skin. But that was
enough to get the moans flowing from her. It was closer to discomfort
than pain, but when I expanded my area to back and thighs we got a
nice flinching and wiggling.
Then it was time for the big fuck. I stepped up and put my dick
back in her and thrust as hard as I could to see how much I could make
her swing with my dick. The answer was too hard to stand there when
she came back. Her return swing nearly knocked me off my feet and I
stumbled back, even dropping my cock out of her cunt. I stuck it back
in and tried again, only this time I moved back a little before she
returned.
That was it! The tree gave me a great beginnig on a fuck as it
drove her back onto my cock. Then I reached between her legs and
dragged the rose sprig between her thighs and over her mound. There
was coming from everywhere when I did that. She ouched and
screamed and wriggled and swung all over my dick.
There was no mistaking that she was hot. Her was pouring
out so much steaming sauce that it was dripping off my balls. I made
plunger noises every time I thrust my cock in and out of her hot juice
maker. And when I slapped the rose sprig across her tits, I sent her to
orgasm heaven.
Feeling her tremble and spasm on my dick as she came, I tore
the sprig in two and, ignoring my own pain, grabbed her with the
sprigs in my hands. I clamped down and pulled her to me as I smacked
wetly against the lips of her cunt. That set off a whole round of
twisting, twitching, swinging and struggling as she reacted to the pain,
came again and was buffeted through the air both by my cock splitting
open her and the resilient saplings she hung from.
For my part, she had never moved her butt quite so much when
I had fucked her and the gripping spasms of her orgasms had never
been any tighter or reoccurring any closer together. As I approached my
own orgasm, I slid a hand down to her pubes. Raking the rose
remnants over her pussylips and clit sent her into another shuddering
orgasm and I jerked her back hard as I drove my cock hard into her
soft center.
It took me a couple of more seconds to come as I wildly dog-
hunched her butt. And as I did, I rammed into her for all I was worth.
This time I grabbed her tight and let the trees knock me off my feet
with their recoil. I hung pumping out my seed and the addition of my
weight to her bondage squeezed yet another orgasm from my slave.
She spasmed and I through our climax and I somehow
regained my feet in the midst of it all. I gave her a few more thrusts to
make sure I couldn't come any more and then pulled my cock out of
her and jammed it in her ass before it got too soft.
"Don't think I forgot anything," I told her.
It was only a symbolic warning after the cataclysmic orgasm
we had, but it gave her something to ponder. My hardon quickly
deflated and fell out of her ass and I went about letting her down-
wrists first.
It was a pretty position and I considered leaving her that way,
but instead I filed it for use later and untied her ankles. The
were shot. I had her take them off and also put her heels in the pocket
of her coat. I left the garter belt on. I liked the frame of color around
her ass and pussy. Then I pulled her up and pointed up the creek bed.
We were walking towards civilization and I wanted her to feel
the danger that she would walk naked onto a stranger. It was a real
possibility and someone off the path in the wood would likely be a
person ready to torment a naked women they found in the park.
That would be a fine line to walk. The idea of a stranger
carrying on the punishment was an exciting idea, but I had to weight
the possibility of a real bad actor wanting to go too far. I decided to
deal with the danger by taunting her with it.
"I guess I'll be able to stop him if he wants to cut off your
or something," I said, trying to sound unsure of myself, "As long as he
doesn't come after me first."
At one point I thought I heard rustling in the bushes, but no one
showed. It was time to stop her anyway and I stood on a rock in the
creek and made her kneel in front of me in the water.
"Well, take it out and get it ready," I told her with irritation in
my voice.
She obeyed meekly, opening my pants and taking out my dick.
She rolled her eyes up at me and it into her mouth. She
watched for indications of pleasure as she moved her tongue back and
forth under my cock, but I was careful that the only positive feedback
she got was my cock coming erect under her ministrations.
"Enough play!" I rebuked her sternly, "Suck it like your ass
depends on it. It does."
She kept her eyes locked on mine, only squinting with the
discomfort of my cock bumping the back of her throat. I was glad that
I had so hard before, or she would have made this scene a brief
one with the way she applied herself to her cocksucking. As it was I
got to enjoy her efforts for some time.
About halfway through this I realized that I wasn't the
only one enjoying her efforts. A movement off to the side caught my
attention and I peered out of the corner of my eye. There were others at
the creek. But they weren't about to become her tormentors. I was
afraid that if they even knew I had spotted them they would run. They
were about 11.
For some reason that was a better spice to the day than any of
my fantasies. I could imagine coming on such a scene when I was 11
and my libido fed off the excitement I imagined was coursing through
those boys. Of course, getting a blow job while I was imagining did its
part. And it part was to jog me into action.
"It's time for your examination," I told her, "stand up."
The were off to the right, so I only had to tilt her a little
that way for them to have a clear view of this naked lady. I shook her
nipples to make her swing and then I hefted them. Her shaved cleft was already on display, but I knew the would want to see more.
"What are you hiding down there?" I asked, pointing to her
crotch.
She caught my meaning immediately and put her foot up on the
rock I was standing on. I don't think I really heard a gasp, but it was a
vivid imagining. They weren't going to be able to see any more than
that, so I didn't spend any time on her cunt. I spent the time calculating
the best position to put her in for the to see my dick slide in and
out of her.
I finally came to the conclusion that it wasn't important. They
were going to be overwhelmed by the overall without any need for the
specific. And they weren't going to get that good a look from 15 feet
anyway. I did try to shave that a little by directing my slave to the bank
nearer them.
She may have thought my lack of window dressing strange, but
it wasn't her job to protest. I simply put her on her hands and knees
sideways to the audience and then got down and stuck my cock in her
ass.
I wasn't particularly rough, but I wasn't particularly gentle
either. Once I got the little brown pucker caving in, I pushed and
pushed again to slide my prick past the protesting sphincter. Even
without the window dressing, this was the right direction. Little
periodic grunts of pain or surprise let me know I was keeping her
attention as my cock jerked its way into her bottom.
When I got close enough, I rammed in to slap against her ass.
When I gave her that final shove, she loosed a gutteral cry halfway
between a sigh of relief and a grunt of lust. I was taking her the way
she liked. Nothing but male member taking its pleasure from her. Hard
flesh invading her as it liked. Her submission to the invasion, her tacit
approval of the impalement furnishing her the kink that made it run.
The idea I was performing for children stayed in my mind, but
faded to the back as I drove balls deep into her ass. They needed it, she
needed it and I was getting it. And my getting it became my main
concern as I was seduced by the hot grip of her ass.
After all, this master-slave thing was her kink. I'll admit it didn't
disgust me either, but I did it for her. On the other hand, her tight, hot,
dry asshole would have been anybody's kink. It grabbed me the way
you like it and it held me the way you want it. It was tough pushing
and simply marvelous pulling out. And the way she yipped and
moaned as I rammed it up her ass made it a totally fulfilling experience.
As I reached the fulfilling part, all the other things came
flooding back. It would be a shame to waste the fact that she had been
performing for the kids and it would be a shame to waste the fun of
watching her interact with the little dickens. I leaned forward and
whispered in her ear.
"Where?" came the immediate reply and I pointed to the bushes
where they were concealed.
I bet they weren't as happy right then as they had been because
they were caught. There was no good cover behind them and no where
to go.
I let her perform the child abuse. As long as we could say we
didn't know they were there, it was on them. But it was about to
become some sort of sex abuse of these tender youths.
"I see you there," she said sternly, pulling away from me and
standing up, "Now get your little asses out here."
They must have been pretty well-mannered in general,
because they obeyed her. They slunk out of their hiding place with
their eyes cast down.
"Oh, don't want to look now," she chided, "Afraid it bites?"
They both slowly raised their eyes, raking them up over the
naked woman at close range. When they got to her face she was
smiling.
"Now you're going to stand here and watch with us knowing
it," she said and turned back to me.
She took her coat and threw it on the ground and guided me
down onto it. Kneeling down on the side opposite the boys, she looked
at them as she lowered her mouth onto my still-hard cock.
"Mmmpffm," she said after a moment, and with a chuck from
her elbow, added, "MmmMMppffff!"
"That means I'm supposed to tell you what she's doing and how
it feels," I said looking at them watching her every move intently.
"Well, now she's running her tongue all over it in her mouth," I
said, "It feels real good."
"Oh yeaah!" I sighed as she slid her lips down taking me nearly
to the root, "Now that feels like sliding down a warm tunnel to
candyland."
The kids grimaced at my choice of a little kid's game, but it
didn't break their concentration on her mouth moving up and down my
dick. I let her further attempts to me whole go without
comment. When she started concentrating on the top half, however, I
went on with the commentary.
"Mmmmm- she's on it now," I sighed, "It's an
incredible feeling to have her hot mouth pulling on my dick."
"Look at her hand burrowing in my pants," I told them, "she's
got my balls and she stroking them real gentle. That's real nice when
she's me like that."
Then the blow job got too heated for more commentary. She
started bobbing up and down on my cock with a purpose and I started
gasping as she my up from my balls in stages. I could feel
my rise up my cock like the sap of a Maple tree in springtime. I
knew she wanted it and I was willing to let her take it. I lay back and
let her work to drive me up and over the crest.
She was trying to turn my cock into a chromeless bumper hitch
the way she on the head as she pumped her fist up and down
the shaft below. And when the first came, she opened her mouth
and tipped her head back. She let me paint her face with a couple of
spurts and then closed down on me again. She finished me and then
some with more sucking, reverting to her attempts to me
whole and I struggled to keep coming- forever if possible.
She was grinning up at the lads when I finally gathered enough
breath to say, "That was a blow job, boys, but I'm afraid you'll be lucky
to get one that good once in your life. Most women just don't like
doing the whole job. You'll probably get something like it, but it won't
be quite that complete or quite that good."
I figured that was a pretty good curse to leave these kids with. I
looked at her and she shrugged.
"Okay. Scat." I told them and they scampered off like roaches
into the woodwork.
After they left she looked up and asked, "How long did you
know they were there?"
It wasn't a question to be allowed, but I just noted it for later
punishment and answered, "While you were kneeling in the creek. But
of course it was no concern of yours."
I think she had forgotten for a moment her position this
weekend. I pretended to consider, but was really listening to the woods
around us. It was quiet enough for me.
"Well, I guess we head back now. Get going," I told her and
pushed her up.
After her initial mental shrug at her nakedness, she became
occupied with finding safe places to put her bare feet as she stumbled
up the trail. It was a threat I had made many times, but today we were
going to do it. She was going to go back, get in the car and leave just
as naked as she was. I was considering taking her home and making
her walk in the house in the same condition.
She paused a moment at the edge of the wood, but I smacked
her on the rump and gave her a push out into the sunlight. Then I saw
the reason for her hesitation. Some teenagers had pulled in and were
lounging around their car, probably smoking dope. I gave her another
little shove ahead.
"Walk normal," I warned her, "Walk normal or I will lock you
out of the car, and I will offer you to any of them that want you."
She was a good girl. She even walked a little slower than
normal to the car, which was about 20 feet from the teens. There was a
stir around their car as they saw us, but after they determined we
weren't going to bust them, the just stared while the frowned.
She milked it a little, opening her legs rather more than necessary
getting in the car and pausing in her spread position before closing the
car door.
"What do you bet the come alone for a long time now?" I
asked as we drove off.
This time the truckers got a better look. The only thing I put
back on her was the leash. But I wasn't slowing down to show her off
either. This time they just saw a guy driving a naked woman on a leash
by them. I didn't even tell her to put her feet on the dash and lean back
to give them a better look.
I was weighing the problems a naked parade across our lawn
might cause and the real chance of a problem arising. Her reputation
would take the big hit. It would be a kind of forever blot that would
spread through the neighborhood like a brush fire in Southern
California. I knew that danger would weight heavily on her when I told
her to get out of the car.
The danger was more immediate than I had bargained for. I
forgot about driving into the neighborhood with her naked in the
passenger seat. But that danger turned into the thrill of deception as we
passed several neighbors without their noticing anything. It lent her a
braggadocio when I ordered her out of the car.
That only faded when I made her stand at the door just long
enough for her to begin to feel the paranoia. I was supposedly
fumbling with the keys, but I was really waiting for her confidence to
fade. I wanted that feeling back when I took her in the house and
continued her week-end.
She betrayed her nervousness with quick darting looks left and
right as I made her stand on the steps. She was jumpy enough to want
to push by me when the door swung open.
"Now, now, now, Rover, wait until master gets in and follow
him," I scolded her.
I fed her then, putting the bowl on the floor of course. When
she had finished, I let her put her head in my lap and nuzzle my dick. I
even let her suck on it a while, knowing it was going to do her no good. I might get it up later, but it had been a pretty active morning for
me. It was like a favor for my good dog.
"Good girl," I praised as I patted her on the head, "master is
planning a treat for you, good girl."
I looked at the clock- it was about time to put up the bar again.
I told her to stay and went in to put it up. I gave her an extra link this
time so she could stand flat-footed. She was going to be standing there
for a long time.
She was sitting on her haunches in the corner obediently. I
immediately thought of taking her out to go to the bathroom. It was too
light out. I would let her go inside this time, but I noted the idea- it
could come in handy later.
That little necessity out of the way, I put her in the cuffs.
"Doesn't master want me to suck him until he's ready?" she
asked.
"I don't know if you would be able to stand any more than I
have planned," I cautioned her, "If I were you I wouldn't risk adding
anything by implying the master doesn't know what he is doing."
"I am sorry it came out that way, master," she answered
quickly, "I am stupid. But I only wanted to help."
I swatted her ass.
"Better wait until you're asked to talk," I warned, "Now you're
saying I need your help."
She shut right up and hung her head, rolling her eyes up to look
at me past her brows with a penitent look. It was no matter, I was
going to incorporate it in the story. Her contrition wasn't going to
change a thing. Except that I wouldn't have to paddle her for insolence
right now.
The sandpaper-covered ping pong paddle was ready, but I
wanted everything in the right order as I had thought it out. This was
the time for demeaning graffiti.
"Since you seem to be developing amnesia of your station and
the rules of good conduct, I guess we better find a way to remind you,"
I told her sternly.
I had her most whorish lipstick in my hand. I turned it up
out of the barrel and drew a circle around a nipple. I did the other
nipple and then drew bigger circles around her breasts. She watched
me looking puzzled and interested. Then I wrote across her chest:
'Whore's Tits'. I said it slowly as I wrote, so she would know the words
emblazoned on her body. Then I drew a line from her belly into her
slot. She jerked when the lipstick ran over her clit and over her hole. I
added the sides of an arrow and wrote: Whore's slot.
Then I went behind her. This was where I was going to put the
art. I started just above her buttocks and drew a circle around her
whole butt. Then I drew another inside and another inside that. I held
her ass open and printed 'Bulls' on the inside of one cheek and 'Eye' on
the other. Then I lipsticked her asshole like a tiny mouth. Above it all I
wrote: 'Target Enforcement Area'.
"Open your ass as wide as you can," I instructed as I aimed the
camera at my artwork.
I had to have a record of this. I was pretty proud of the display.
She looked like a rape victim except for the smile.
I imagine she figured I had marked the parts I would use. She
was probably thinking I was going to enforce her target area. It was a
logical assumption. It was a false assumption.
If she had thought longer, she would have known I didn't need
any of this dressing to paddle her and then fuck her. If I wanted that I
would just start spanking her ass and then stick my dick in her. I was
playing more of a game than that.
I walked out of the room without comment. Hanging there, she
deserved all the courtesy of a side of beef. I needed to intercept a
doorbell. I had decorated her for Jerry. I would fuck her later, but he
was going to take over for a while on the continuation of fuck a
stranger day.
Except Jerry wasn't really a stranger. He came over with the
guys to watch football from time to time and she knew him by sight
and probably by name. But she was ignorant of anything else about
him. Certain details were going to be revealed to her tonight, however.
Like the size of his cock.
I knew it would be more embarrassing for her to fuck someone
she knew, even slightly, in her own home than it was the strangers in
Dugan's this afternoon. I added the window dressing to get that feeling
flowing right from the start. It was one thing to share this secret
between us, it was another to have it seen by people she would have to
see again. Especially marked the way she was.
Jerry had been briefed in the basics and I would be handling the
rest. We grinned at each other when I let him in. She was hanging with
her back to the door so the first view Jerry had was of the big bullseye
on her butt.
"That sure is a slutty looking woman, huh," I said to Jerry.
"Looks real inviting," Jerry said and she tried to whip around
and see who was speaking.
"What's the matter?" I asked as she tried to look over her
shoulder, "Horny already?"
Her mouth opened and worked several times, but she stopped
each time apparently afraid of saying the wrong thing. She didn't
realize it wasn't going to make any difference. Jerry was going to
paddle her and I was going to sit in front of her and ask her how it felt
no matter what she did.
"Or are you shy about people knowing what kind of slut you
really are?" I asked.
That struck the chord. Being the toy took on a kind of reality it
had not had before. She was being submitted to something she wasn't
ready to do. At least it wasn't something she was sure of. This really
felt dangerous.
"I'm your slut, master," she said mechanically.
"She usually has more sincerity," I told Jerry, "Maybe showing
off painted like a whore has become routine for her."
I picked up the ping pong paddle and walked by her so she
could see it. I threw it to Jerry.
"Maybe she'll liven up if you warm her up," I told him.
I pulled up a chair to sit in front of her and saw she was
frantically surveying my face. I think she was trying to make some sort
of pleading connection. I know she was searching for some
reassurance. She may have been ready to try and pull the plug on this
little weekend.
"They all know you're a slut now!" I grinned as I stared back at
her, trying to keep my face an unreadable mask while feeding her the
facts to make a good decision, "I guess we'll be piercing those nipples
soon."
That last was a comment about her feeling about publicity. She
wanted to have clip-on pierced nipples- ones that were pierced while
we were playing submission games and went back to normal the rest of
the time. And in the same way it said: decide whether you want to play
or not. This is humiliation- take it or leave it.
Anger? A flash of anger at her master? I had come close to
seriously injuring her on Friday- to her delight. This weekend of
slavery was her idea. She wanted to go beyond the 'game' and have me
make it real. She was going to get real. Real hard if she didn't go with
the flow.
All this took only the few seconds it took for Jerry to raise the
ping pong paddle and bring it down on the lipsticked target. Her eyes
flew wide-all other emotion being wiped away by the sudden fire
struck in her behind. She managed to gulp as he pulled his arm back
again.
"Oh god! that hurts!" she whined as his arm brought the paddle
down again.
"Shut up," I soothed, and encouraged Jerry with a jerk of my
head.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow," she yipped as she danced around
her little circle on tiptoes, trying to skip out of the way of the blows.
Her butt was turning as as the lipstick. I could see the
broad, splotches as she twisted and turned under the falling blows.
Jerry was doing his job to perfection.
I gave him the nod he was waiting for after a while and he
stopped. Both of them were looking to me now, but only one set of
eyes was red-rimmed and tear-stained. And only one was still shaking
with left-over sobs.
I let that one down. Still holding her leather cuffed hands, I
gave her the instructions.
"That was a very good spanking, wasn't it?" I asked and pulled
at her wrists until she nodded in agreement.
"I want to congratulate Jerry for spanking you so well. I want
you to go over and give him just the best in the whole world.
Don't embarrass me by being half-hearted," I told her and spun her
around to face Jerry.
This was really the crux of the evening. She would either
meekly go over and blow Jerry or she would start causing trouble and
ruin the whole thing. It was such a small difference to blowing the guy
in Dugan's. I meant it to be spicy, but I didn't think she would rebel as
much as she had.
Had. I don't think the rational part that objected was in control
any more. The lust had crept into her eyes with the tears and she was
the dirty slut now. She knelt before Jerry and pulled down his zipper.
When she reached in, I stopped her with a sharpening of my command.
"No, no, no, take his clothes off of him first," I told her.
She remained on her knees and undid his belt to lower his
pants.
"Shoes first, stupid," I scolded her, "and kiss his feet for being
foolish."
She undid the shoes- one at a time and had him lift each foot in
turn to slip them off. She followed the same routine with his socks.
Then she bent her face to the floor and kissed his feet. I saw the bulge
appear in Jerry's pants as she ran her tongue around his toes. Naked
foot-kissing women are a powerful aphrodisiac for most guys.
When she had treated both feet to a tongue-bath, she lowered
his pants and then his jockeys. He was certainly at the ready, dick
swinging proud in front of him, when she stood to undo his
buttons. She pulled off the and he was naked in front of her.
She sank slowly to her knees, rather than slower than
necessary. I think she was surveying Jerry as she went down. She
fondled his throbbing prick for a moment and then took him in her
mouth. Jerry was grinning from ear to ear. He had been studying her as
she studied him, but now he was just losing himself in the luxurious
heat of her mouth.
And she was obviously losing herself in playing the game. Her
sucking was probably pretty good to Jerry, but it certainly was putting
on a show for me. It was a live sex show with my favorite actress. I
had to remind myself not to let her go too far.
"Okay, okay, that's enough of a congratulation," I told her as
his thrusting into her mouth became a little too serious. "Come over
here."
She obeyed immediately, getting on her feet and stepping
towards me. I led her to the bed and chained her ankles to the foot. I
left her hands free since there wasn't much she could do with her legs
spread in that position.
"I think we should test Jerry's markmanship before we
congratulate him any more, " I said and stepped aside for Jerry to take
his place.
It was an easy hint with her butt painted the way it was. Jerry
crawled up behind her and loomed over her, his cock finding the
lipstick-red bullseye. With her legs so far apart, she couldn't even help
as he pushed forward and drove his cock into her asshole. Her hands
clawed at the bedclothes. It was all she could do as he sank inch by
inch past the protesting sphincter.
I was proud of Jerrry's proficiency in drilling her. There was no
hesitation, no mercy despite her struggles. I don't know if he
understood the game or was just naturally ruthless, but he was as
inevitable as taxes driving his cock up her hole.
"Damn," I congratulated Jerry while addressing her, "You're
going to have to fuck him nice for him scoring a bullseye like that. He's
right in on the first try and you ought to reward him."
Of course she was as able to reward him as she was to avoid
him. I suppose she could have squeezed her cheeks on him, but I was
only badgering her about her helplessness. Jerry was badgering the rest
of her.
There was no longer any trace of the hesitating woman in her.
That timid one had been driven off by the lust of her pain and was
being kept at bay by the degradation of this servitude. She wasn't just
having an orgasm, she was an orgasm, twisting and whining beneath
him on the bed.
Leaving her hands free was an inspiration, I noted. Her ankles
kept her fixed in the vulnerable position and no amount of flinging her
hands about or clawing at the bedclothes was going to change it. It did
give her magnificent access to pointless struggle, however.
Jerry was grinning when he climbed off her. He seemed to have
enjoyed his little scene and he added an amused chuckle to his smile
when he looked down at himself and saw the remnants of her lipstick
bullseye that had transferred to his crotch and belly. We were a pretty
nasty pair and Jerry must have really felt adventurous having come to
play our kinky games with us.
"She will want to thank you properly for that," I told him, "But
I guess you'd like to clean up now."
I knew Jerry wasn't me. He would think of his job as over for a
while. He wasn't conditioned to the ever voracious need of my
slave/wife. But that was the beauty of sharing her with a friend. He
could go shower and I could take over.
"You will wear the cuffs because I think Jerry likes them," I
told her as I released her ankles from the end of the bed, "And you will
be our pet. Our pet pussy, to be exact. You know how a acts. You
will be a in heat."
She picked up the game quickly. She didn't try to rise, but
slithered off the bed onto her hands and knees and followed me across
the bedroom that way. When we got to the living room, I showed her
the litter box.
"You're our pussy. This is pussy's bathroom." I told her.
She digested that information without a show of emotion. I
thought I had come up with a good one.
She was walking around and around on her hands and knees,
rubbing her head against my leg when Jerry came back. He was
wearing one of my bathrobes and he pointed with a question on his
face at her.
"She's our pussy," I said simply, "Our little pet will play quietly
until we want to use her."