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We were led to a side wall where there was a ledge about five feet above the floor with a long row of heavy wooden chairs fastened solidly to the wall. There were four or five people, men and women, seated in these chairs. Kevin told John he was to have a seat in one. Going up several steps, John sat in the third one from the end. Kevin was right behind him and immediately fastened strong Velcro straps around John's wrists, ankles and chest.

Being up high, he could see everything going on but was unable to move. He was now simply an observer with no control over what was happening below him. Kevin moved close to John and said, "Enjoy the show."

I was led out from John onto the large open floor. Kevin turned me toward my bound husband and removed my top coat, exposing me and my sexy costume to John. I will never be able to forget the shocked expression on his face. He started yelling at me but before I could understand what he was trying to say, two men grabbed John and fastened a rubbed ball gag in his mouth. Kevin turned me around, closely examining my body and the clothing he had sent me. "You are beautiful Pam, just as I had imagined. This will be an interesting and enjoyable night, at least for some of us." He laughed at Johns struggling and said "Now we can look around and see what kind of trouble we can get into..."

Chapter Four

Kevin took me by the arm and turned me back to face John. My husband's eyes were locked on me and I could see him struggling against his bindings. My top coat was now completely off and Kevin tossed it up onto John. I felt naked, although I was covered in all of my private areas.

Kevin moved up against my back and pressed his crotch against my ass. The background music was soft with a deep pounding beat. His crotch was grinding into me in rhythm with the music. He grasped both of my wrists and pulled them together behind my back. I heard a click and realized he had locked my cuffs together.

It was then I felt his hands reach under my arms and he placed them firmly on my breasts, starting to massage them as I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. The dress material was so soft and thin, as if it wasn't on me. Immediately, I felt my nipples harden and stick out for my Dom.

"You have wonderful tits. Your nipples are as hard as rocks already. I knew you would love being my sex toy. What size are these boobs?" he asked.

"I am 38D," I whispered back to this man holding me tightly against his body.

I was ashamed to admit that even with John watching, Kevin's large, strong hands felt magnificent kneading my tits. Maybe it was the ***** I had taken, yes, that must be it!

I was not a slut and I did love my husband. Kevin had admitted he gave me a heavy dose of a special Spanish Fly he had imported from South America. No, I did not love or even desire my boss. Yet, struggling against my cuffed hands behind my back and Kevin squeezing my tits, I could feel the beginning of a flow of moisture between my legs. I could actually feel the swelling of my labia as the stimulant enlarged and made my sex increasingly sensitive. Damn, that Spanish Fly was working overtime!

Kevin took a hold of the dress straps over my shoulders and slowly pulled them down over my constrained arms. At the same time, both of my breasts popped out, freeing them from their confinement, now they were both fully exposed to everyone's view.

As he grasped me, he pinched my nipples and they became firmer and were sticking out at least an inch. Although I didn't think of it as dancing, his movement against me felt good. He was so much taller and bigger than me, I felt like a small doll in his large arms and muscular hands.

Yes, it must be the ***** I thought, because I was getting so aroused at his touch and the feeling of him against me. The music seemed to become more upbeat and loud, or was it all in my mind? It didn't even bother me to know my breasts were exposed to anyone that cared to look at me; including my husband as this powerful man grasped and massaged them further exciting me.

I turned my head to see John and it was obvious he was also affected by the *****. His head was bobbing and his struggling had decreased, although he was attempting to watch me and to see what Kevin was doing.

We had not been in the Club for thirty minutes when I knew the aphrodisiac and ecstasy was flowing through my mind as well as my entire body. It was as if I was another person, looking back at Pam. My pussy was flowing with desire to be touched and fucked. My tits were aching to be held and fondled.

Glancing toward John, I could see that he was now seriously affected by the ***** he had been given. Although his eyes were open and he was looking at everything going on, including his wife being used, he seemed to be half asleep. I wondered if he would remember what he was seeing.

"Alright Pam, it is time for you to experience some of the erotic joy, pleasure and pain offered by this Club. Come with me and let me show you one of my favorite toys for a novice like you. I like to call it the Breast Box for reasons you will understand soon."

I staggered as he pulled me toward a tall box near the middle of the room. It was like a vertical sarcophagus with barely enough room for a person to stand up in it. It was padded inside with a dark soft cloth on all surfaces. With my hands still locked behind me, Kevin backed me into this container and latched my collar to a steel bracket. This was holding me up toward the top and securely against the back of the box. It allowed no movement of my head. He then took a couple Velcro straps attached inside the box and tightened them around my hips and legs, further binding me firmly against the back of this fiendish container.

My mind was still in a daze from the ***** when he started to close the full length black door, as if I was being placed in a vertical coffin. I did notice two holes about a foot apart, each less than a foot in circumference. They fit perfectly over my exposed breasts!

As the box closed, Kevin positioned my breasts into the holes, having to squeeze them to fit into the undersized openings for my oversized tits. The door pressed firmly against my chest and stomach as he pulled all of my tits out through the two openings. As the door was fully closed, it was totally dark and I could not move but felt both tits sticking out of the holes.

Kevin said, "These put your tits on display for anyone that cares to use them. Enjoy it my sweet little, big titted bitch. I am going for a ***** and to check on John. You have a good time!"

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It was only a couple minutes, or so it seemed in my foggy mind when someone stroked my displayed breasts. The touch was so gentle and it felt good. As this continued I knew my nipples were becoming fully erect. It was then I felt a harsh pinching on my right nipple. Someone had placed a clamp on it and was tightening it as I cried out in pain.

I heard several males laugh and then whoever it was did the same to my left nipple. The pain was excruciating. I cried, screamed and begged them to stop. All I heard was more laughter. A man's deep voice said, "These really need piercing. They would look a lot better with some shiny rings." Oh my god, they couldn't do that to me! Certainly Kevin would never allow that to happen to me, would he?

What seemed to be an hour of agony passed with many people pulling, pinching and stroking my tits, when I heard Kevin's familiar voice telling someone that "the fun was over" as he had other plans for his sex toy. The clamps were removed causing even more pain as the ***** flowed back into my flattened nipples. The blinding light flashed in my eyes as the door was opened. Kevin opened my straps and unhooked my collar from the box.

"Pam, wasn't that fun? You will never know who that was that enjoyed your nice tits. We have a similar box especially for cuckold husbands. We tie them in and stick their cocks out a small hole. Someone will then play with them and maybe suck them off and he never knows if it is a man or a woman. Some wives will actually have their husband pierced and rings inserted along their pricks. The women that do that say it feels a lot better when they allow their cuckold husband to fuck them. Think about it for John. You might get some pleasure out of this procedure for your husband."

Kevin took me into his arms, supporting me from falling as my legs were so weak. He unlocked my wrist cuffs from behind me and hooked them next to my neck onto my collar. His right hand went between my legs and he laughed as he felt the heavy cream flowing from my vagina. He knew that I was tremendously excited and it didn't matter to him if it was because of what happened to me in the box or the *****. All he cared about was that he knew I wanted sex. I needed sex.

"Kevin," I moaned, "please let's go somewhere and make love. I really want you."

Kevin walked me over to where John was still tied in his chair. He nodded as if to say hello, watching what was happening and trying to stay awake. "Pam tells me she wants me to fuck her. You missed the action the other night. Would you like to see it now?"

"Pam, ask your husband if he would like to see me fuck you," Kevin said loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. I was fantastically horny and aroused by the Spanish Fly, my pussy was inflamed and my fluids were flowing down my inner legs. I just had to have a cock in me, so I begged John, "Please John. Tell Kevin you want him to fuck me." John shook his head no as I continued to beg him to tell Kevin he wanted to see me being fucked. As I continued to plead, "I need his cock, please tell him to fuck me," and the ***** were effecting John even more, he eventually looked at Kevin and nodded his approval.

Kevin wasted no time and I was certainly ready for him, he stood me in front of John and moved behind me. Pushing on my back he bent me over a four foot high rail only a few feet in front of John. My husband couldn't have had a better view of what was about to happen to his wife. I was precisely facing my husband as I was bent over at the waist, my hands still bound to my collar.

Kevin spread my feet apart, opening me even more to his advances. I felt my skirt being raised, knowing I had no panties on and Kevin moving closer behind me. His cock was already erect as he slid it between my legs.

"Hay, John, watch this and look at your wife's face as my cock starts fucking her cunt," he nearly yelled at my husband. "It is going into places your small cock has never been." As his tip spread my cream around my labia, he found the entrance and pushed it entirely into me. I howled out in pleasure as he filled me and immediately began stroking in and out. His balls striking my clit and with all of the things that had happened to me this past hour, I was already nearing an immense climax.

Even through Johns gag, I could see his pitiful expression, knowing that I was receiving erotic, sexual pleasure beyond anything he had ever witnessed.

Leaning against the railing, I was being pounded hard as Kevin was so huge, filling me to my cervix with every stroke. I could tell that he too was near orgasm. The feeling started in my chest and expanded into my belly and out my legs as my first climax literally exploded, shooting out of my cunt. Just as I was shuddering from the wonderful orgasm, I felt Kevin shoot several times deeply into my cunt. He held his cock still, fully in me as he ejected at least three more squirts of his warm fluid.

It was then at the height of my climax, I looked directly into Johns face. Tears were rolling down his cheeks; a dramatic contrast to the huge smile across my face.

"How was that John?" Kevin asked the gagged John. "Have you ever made Pam finish like that?" Pulling out of me, leaving me feeling so empty and open, our blended cream was covering my inner thighs. Taking me by the arm, he led me to what appeared to be an oversized coffee table, about ten feet from where my husband was bound into a chair.

Looking up at John, he looked back at me with glazed eyes. I wondered if he had seen what happened to me in what Kevin called the "Breast Box." How did he feel watching me have the most powerful orgasm I ever experienced, all on the cock of our boss not six feet directly in front of him? He must have seen how much I loved being fucked like that by Kevin. Did he know or suspect what was about to happen to me? As for me, I was so sexually aroused I didn't care if he knew or what he thought about what was happening to me.

"I promised that you would get royally fucked tonight. So, let's see how you will enjoy our clubs method of welcoming a new guest," he said as he kissed me on my neck and ear.

The table was over six feet long and about three feet wide and covered with a thick, soft padding and felt cover. Kevin laid me on my back and pulled my hands above my head. He fastened both wrist cuffs to the top of the table and did the same thing to the rings in my boots at the bottom, spreading my legs apart. Surprising me, he covered my eyes with a blindfold and said that he was not going to use a gag, as he wanted to hear me moan and cry out in both satisfaction and agony.

My dress was still pulled down to my waist with my breasts completely out in the open. I felt Kevin pull up the hem of my dress, exposing my pussy, effectively changing my dress into a wide belt. "Ah, yes, much better shaved smooth," Kevin said. Stroking my slit, he commented on how open and wet I was, "The Spanish Fly is working well and lasting longer than I expected. Pam, tell me what you want..."

I was going crazy as he caressed my clit. He knew how to touch a woman to bring her to a fantastic climax, but he stroked me just enough to keep me on the edge, deigning me another orgasm. I cried out for him to let me cum. "Please, fuck me again," I begged.

He backed away without saying anything. I pleaded for him to take me, but he seemed to have left me alone to suffer from my unfulfilled erotic desire. My bound hands ached to touch myself, but they were firmly attached above my head. *************, my hips began to move and hump into the invisible emptiness above me.

I pulled on my wrist cuffs and tried to move but to no avail. My legs were uncomfortably spread, being held firmly by the rings on my boots. I felt a cool breeze drifting across my open thighs and my shaved and now completely exposed pussy. I squeezed my cunt lips and could feel the sexual fluids seeping out as I pumped my vaginal muscles, making me even more aroused. My kegel exercises were paying off. I could even smell my sex, all without help from Kevin.

"Kevin, please, I need you," I called out into the dark, receiving no reply. Minutes seemed to pass as my arousal increased. It was then I felt a tongue slide up my inner thigh just above my fish net hose. It stroked me moving closer and closer to my flowing cunt. "Kevin. Is that you," I asked. No reply. If it was not him, who was doing this to me? Whoever it was they were doing a great job. As the rough tongue finally caressed my Labia Majora, my thrusting shaved mound increased its speed and ***** to meet his mouth. I started to climax.

"Not yet," a strange voice said to me. I felt someone crawling on the table between my legs. "I want you to cum while riding my cock." His heavy body moved up onto me. The warmth of his naked skin against mine felt wonderful as his rigid cock slid up my vaginal opening, pressing against my swollen labia. He took no time entering me. As his cock rubbed against my clit, I pressed my hips up to meet him and to get him inside my pleading pussy.

Fortunately, he was a gentleman and kept most of his weight on his elbows and off my chest. Immediately, he followed my lead and began rapid humping. Never have I experienced such a powerful orgasm and one so quickly as his hard cock pumped into me. This must have been his first sex of the night as I could feel his warm sperm fill me. I collapsed back on the table, exhausted.

It only took a moment before he got off of me without saying anything. Before I could recover, I felt several hands on my body. Some were rubbing my inner thighs, some were caressing my breasts, and one was pushing several fingers into my open and drenched cunt. Only a few minutes of this and my energy and desire returned. A climax was building as I cried out, "Please fuck me...please...please.

A smaller man, also nude, climbed between my widely bound legs and pressed a semi-soft cock along my wet slit. Only a few strokes and he was rigid enough to enter me. As I started pushing my hips up to meet him, he grew and became very hard and longer than I expected. Again, I was disappointed to have him climax in just a few strokes. The cum felt fantastic filling me, but I had not yet had another orgasm. As he got off me, another man immediately placed his already hard cock into me and I continued pumping against him, loving the feeling of his very large and thick cock filling me. That was when I had my second orgasm just as he ejaculated into me and it was almost as good as the first.

I was in heaven. My cunt controlled my body, mind and soul. All I could think of was cocks using me, filling me and my fantastic orgasms while being ridden by anonymous strangers. It was as if I was only my cunt, no body, only a receptacle for men's cum. Then out of my haze, I heard a soft voice in my ear, it was Kevin saying, "That is enough for you tonight. More will be waiting for you in the future."

He untied me and took off my blindfold. As he picked me up, he straightened my dress to cover my private areas and without fastening my cuffs, he took me by my hand and walked me out the door. His car was waiting and as he put me in the back seat, I discovered John, a*****. Kevin told me he would have our car delivered to my house later that night.

During the long drive home, I was still so very horny. I unzipped John's pants and pulled out his soft cock. Taking it in my mouth I was able to get him to develop a hard-on as he was becoming awake. He asked what I was doing and where were we? I kept stroking and sucking on him as he held onto my head and started fucking my face. Perhaps it was the *****, but it took about twenty minutes to get him to climax into my throat.

I loved it and I felt good bringing some sexual satisfaction to my husband but my own erotic arousal had decreased and the effects of the Spanish Fly and Ecstasy faded. John also began to overcome his ***** as we approached our house. Neither of us spoke as we walked into our house. I was afraid of what he had seen, especially that I experienced fantastic sex as I never knew it existed. My body was exhausted but my vagina was swollen and still flowing with gratification.

John fell into bed half way undressed and I soaked in a warm tub of water, trying to return to my usual self. It took nearly an hour, but I finally was relaxed enough that I thought I could *****. I collapsed and was asleep in two minutes.

It was ten the next morning when I was awakened by the doorbell. I tossed a robe on and went to the door. It was a floral delivery van. The young man asked if I was "Pam". He handed me a beautiful vase filled with yellow roses, my favorite. I gave the delivery man a $5.00 tip and opened the attached card. It said, "Last night you exceeded all of my expectations. I hope you and John enjoyed yourselves as much as I did.

Next Saturday I have another adventure planned for you both. Have a great week and get plenty of rest," signed, Kevin.

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Neither of us spoke as we walked into our house. I was afraid of what he had seen, especially that I experienced fantastic sex as I never knew it existed. My body was exhausted but my vagina was swollen and still flowing with gratification.

John fell into bed half way undressed and I soaked in a warm tub of water, trying to return to my usual self. It took nearly an hour, but I finally was relaxed enough that I thought I could *****. I collapsed and was asleep in two minutes.

It was ten the next morning when I was awakened by the doorbell. I tossed a robe on and went to the door. It was a floral delivery van. The young man asked if I was "Pam". He handed me a beautiful vase filled with yellow roses, my favorite. I gave the delivery man a $5.00 tip and opened the attached card. It said, "Last night you exceeded all of my expectations. I hope you and John enjoyed yourselves as much as I did. Next Saturday I have another adventure planned for you both. Have a great week and get plenty of rest," signed, Kevin.

The End of Chapter four.

CHAPTER FIVE

The following week at work seemed very normal, getting ready for the summer break. My classes went smoothly and I made certain I would not run into Kevin. John was not as happy. It took a few days, but after dinner and a couple ******, he admitted he did remember all of the things that happened at the club. He reluctantly disclosed that he had very mixed emotions. He was hurt and embarrassed being in his position as a cuckold, but was happy to see me so fulfilled and thrilled sexually.

He disclosed that he had become very sexually aroused watching me have a series of orgasms in several ways and he had received a wonderful release when I gave him the blowjob in the car. We did not talk about it the rest of the week and I never fully admitted to him how much I loved being used.

It was Tuesday afternoon I returned to my class room and found an envelope with my name on it. Opening it I discovered a paid, year long membership at the finest health club and spa in the city. Kevin attached a brief note explaining that he had arranged a physical trainer for me.

He was to meet me at this club Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 7 until 10 pm. He was specific in that this membership would be cancelled if I ever missed ANY of these appointments, OR if I failed to complete any and all workouts directed by the trainer who would be sending a weekly report back to Kevin on my progress. Kevin clearly stated that he loves my appearance, but he wanted me to improve my form, strength, stamina and physical abilities. I was to have my first appointment the next day.

I arrived early at the gym and was sent by the administration desk to see a physician on staff. I was immediately escorted into the office by a nurse and told the doctor would be right in to see me. I was to undress and prepare for a physical exam. Before I even had my dress off, a female physician entered and introduced herself as Dr. Sylvia Graham. She was very professional and gave me a through exam, including a cardio stress test and took several ***** samples for analyzing. She carefully inspected my body for any tattoos or piercings. She found that I had neither. As she finished, she told me that I was to be assigned to a highly qualified trainer named Robert King. He was young but had his Masters Degree and just finished a year working with the U.S. Olympic track team. I was sent to another wing of the gym to meet him.

As I opened the door to Mr. King's office, I nearly bumped into him as he was walking out. I introduced myself and he asked me to have a seat and that he would be right back. I sat down and he was gone in a flash. I learned that he was always in a hurry. He was only gone a few minutes and took a seat behind a desk that was overflowing with neatly stacked papers and folders. He was wearing gym shorts displaying his well toned legs and a great butt. The "muscle shirt" displayed his firm chest and strong arms. He was not build like a weight lifter, but more like a gymnast, well toned and trim.

He said that he had been given very strict instruction by Principle Richards and mentioned that he was to send a weekly report on both my progress and my attitude toward physical and mental improvement. Robert informed me that the doctor was sending him a physical evaluation to include my height, weight, and body shape.

Principle Richards had stressed the goals for me were generally improved health, strength, and body shape improvement, i.e. smaller waist, firm and shapely hips, thighs and breasts. He made it clear that he had the authority from Principle Richards, he could "stretch the normal limits" to accomplish his goals. I was told that was all for now as he wanted the physical exam results before he began developing the training program. The only thing he required was for me to go to the clothing department and obtain a full set of workout items. He stood up and escorted me to the office door.

When I went in the clothing unit and introduced myself, the sales lady said she already had an account open and paid for to cover anything I would need. I was to get two pairs of shorts, a pair of deck sandals, two sleeveless t-shirts, two exercise bras and a bathing suit for my swimming. That article turned out to be a very brief bikini. After trying each on for correct size, I packed everything in a bag and carried them out to my car. My first appointment for training was to be the next Monday, allowing them time to review my exam and to plan a training curriculum.

I called John on his cell phone and he said he was on his way home and would pick up some take-out as it was getting late. He sounded very happy and told me he couldn't wait to tell me some good news.

When we were finally home and eating, John told me that the school administration had called him in just as he was leaving for the day. It seems that Mrs. O'Leary, who had been teaching science to high school for over twenty years was not going to be able to return next fall. Her husband was ill and she was going to stay home and care for him. Since it was an emergency the teachers union would allow the school to select her temporary replacement. For some reason, they had selected John.

This was a great opportunity for him to possibly step into a permanent position and the salary would be $32.00 per hour, plus benefits as compared to the low amount he was getting as a coaching assistant. Now we could certainly get back out of debt!

However, I knew the real reason he had been offered that position. It was because Kevin wanted to keep me as his new sex toy. I knew both of our jobs would disappear if John and I did not do everything we were told. I was not sure John understood our real situation. He was so ecstatic; I did not discuss it with him at that time.

It was Thursday before I had any contact with Kevin. It was only a brief note that said everything was going well with the gym and he wanted to congratulate John on his new job. Obviously, he wanted me to know he had arranged it. He had included a sealed envelope to be given by me personally to John. I would do that at dinner that evening as I did not want to destroy his happiness over the new job offer.

As we were finishing desert, I got up the courage to give John the envelope from Kevin. He took it, ripped it open. He started to read it and said. "He tells me that I have to read this to you." I put down my spoon and stared at my husband.

"John, you must now be fully aware that I have made arrangements for employment for both you and Pam. She may have told you that I have requested only a few things in return. One major one is that you are to not only allow, but to encourage your beautiful wife to become my sex toy to use as I see fit, whenever I want her during weekends. Monday through Friday afternoon, you both can live your normal vanilla life any way you choose. That will be your time. After watching Pam and I at the club last weekend, you would have to be a fool not to realize that she loves being my sub and that she is enjoying sex more now than she ever has in her life. I am certain she will admit that if you ever have the courage to ask her. Will you allow Pam to obtain pleasure from this aspect of her life?"

"My only wavering is that I require your open and complete approval for me to make use of her. You must not only say it is alright with you, you must tell her (and me) that you want her to be mine whenever I want her on a weekend. During the week, you two may maintain your sham marriage. To maintain the current situation for your jobs, I will require you to bring Pam to my house next Saturday night. At that time, you are to present her to me. I want both Pam and I to see and hear you give her to me and then for you to watch as she is taken and used for my pleasure and Pam's sexual gratification. After you and Pam discuss whatever you need to talk about, you both will be at my house at 7 pm. You may then give your wife to me. You may watch, but never interfere with whatever we do. If you do not agree, you may submit your papers for dismissal from the school Monday morning."

It was clear, John now knew what he would have to do and what was expected of me. My greatest fear was that he would ask me if I wanted to be Kevin's sub and if I had truly enjoyed the sexual experiences I had at the club. I do love John and I do not want to hurt him. I thought it might be easier on him if he believed that I was also being ****** to do these things and they did not give me pleasure.

We did not discuss Saturday during the next two days. It was early Saturday when John looked at me and directly asked what I wanted to do. I told him that economically we had no choice except to go along with Kevin. I said, "I love you, only you and will always love you. No matter what he makes me do, you are the man I married and that will never change." That appeared to calm John and he agreed and told me he was so sorry I was ****** into this difficult and embarrassing situation.

We arrived at Kevin's house a few minutes before 7 and both walked to his door. John had decided to wear a pair of Dockers and a sports shirt and slip on sandals. I wore a simple sundress with a bra, panties and no hose. My sandals were the tie on style. I was a typical housewife, certainly far from sexy.

The maid answered and escorted John and I into the living room. She then asked if she could get us anything. Kevin, interrupted and told her that she was to take the rest of the evening off and go home. Kevin told us we would be alone as his wife was gone to a seminar for the weekend.

It was unusual for Kevin to appear rude or ungentlemanly. He never asked us to sit and he remained seated in his overstuffed recliner. He had never greeted us in any manner. He did speak to John and asked him if his new job offer met with his approval. This was his way of rubbing the pressure into John.

Kevin said, "Now that we are alone, let's get right to the point. By you both being here as I directed, I assume you both agree with the situation as I offered."

John stepped forward and told him that we had discussed it, and found that we had no options. He then told Kevin, "As we understand, anytime during any weekend you want Pam, she is to be your property. We both agree."

Kevin yelled at John, "That is not what I asked you to do. Now do as I asked or get out of here right now!"

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I was shaking and felt my knees knocking as John tried to remember exactly what he was to do. After a brief pause, John took me by the arm and walked me to my new Master. "Sir, I am presenting to you my wife, Pam, for your use and for the pleasure you may receive from her." He then stepped back hoping Kevin approved.

Looking for a response, I saw Kevin take a ***** from a tall glass and he looked over at me and finally back to John. "I will accept your gift, John. Thank you." He continued, "Pam, do you agree with Johns offer and that you will be mine on the weekends?" I hesitated and then told him that if my husband wanted it, I would do as he requested."

Kevin yelled at me, "It doesn't matter what your husband wants. It doesn't matter what you want. What matters is what I want. You are my bitch and my cunt. Do you understand?" Shaking with fear, I responded, "Yes, Sir."

He turned to John and said in a soft voice, "I would appreciate it if you unwrap this fine gift for me. You may then present it to me."

I stepped forward, no more than five feet in front of Kevin and John moved in behind me. Holding my hands to my sides, my fists clenched, I felt John unbutton and start to unzip the back of my dress. He slid it off my shoulders and let it slide down my arms. As it reached the floor I stepped out of it. John laid it over the back a a nearby chair. I was now standing directly in front of Kevin wearing only my bra, panties and shoes.

John was standing beside me, waiting for Kevins response. It came quickly as he told John to "finish your job." My husband again stepped behind me and unsnapped my bra. He quickly removed it and tossed it on my dress. My hands went to my bare breasts, covering the firming and erecting nipples. Kevin, laughed as he said, "I knew my sweet bitch loved exposing herself to me. Stroke them for me and pull on your nipples, making them hard for me."

I cupped them and lifted them as if offering both of my tits to Kevin. I felt an aching deep in me as I offered myself to this man. He smiled and complimented me as I could not help becoming more and more sexually aroused as my husband was presenting me to our employer. The sensations I felt were a combination of many things. I was embarrassed at my nudity, but also proud that my body was attractive enough to excite this handsome and exciting man.

I mentally flashed back to last weekend and the feeling as he entered me, stretching my vagina, pumping into me and then the magnificent feeling of him ejecting his fluids, filling my cunt to overflowing. My climax was breathtaking.

Kevin instructed me to rotate, showing him all of my body. I started to perspire and yet felt a chill over my entire body. That was when he told John to remove my panties. I stopped turning and John grasped the elastic waist band, pulling them down off of me. I stepped out, revealing my entire body to Kevin.

Waving for John to step back and for me to move closer, Kevin placed his hand completely over my mound. "You have done an excellent job of making this a smooth as a babies butt. You are to have it this way every time you come to me." He again laughed as his fingers slipped along my very wet vaginal lips, realizing how much this was exciting me."

Kevin said, "John, your wife is really my slut, isn't she? See how wet she is and I have only just lightly touched her. Look at her extended nipples and smell the sex as it is flowing out of her beautiful cunt. What do you think, John? Does she want me to fuck her? Would she be satisfied with you fucking her? Answer me, John!"

My husband backed away even more, tears forming in his eyes as my body was visibly answering all of Kevin's questions. I did want Kevin to take me, to use me and to fuck me. We both knew that John would not be able to satisfy my sexual craving. My husband leaned against the back wall and to my surprise, cried and said, "She is yours."

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The room was cool and I could feel a slight breeze as I stood naked in front of Kevin. It would be impossible to explain my many mixed feelings standing exposed in front of this Dominate Man while my inhibited husband was watching from the back of the room. John had been told to sit on an old sofa against the wall and not to say anything. He was to observe and see his wife being ******** and in this terrible situation, not just being taken but actually giving herself to another man.

"I have a present for you, my beautiful slut. A cunt like you deserves to have her body adorned with jewelry to highlight herself for others to look at and appreciate." He opened a small box and pulled out a golden chain, motioning for me to come closer. He told me to keep my hands to my sides he took hold of my left breast. As he was painfully pulling on my nipple, I made fists of my hands, holding them motionless next to my thighs.

Pulling agonizingly on my nipple it expanded and became erect, nearly an inch long. Just as the feeling was changing from pain to pleasure, he placed one end of the chain against my breast and clamped it onto my nipple. The pain shot through me into my belly as he pulled on the chain to insure the clamp was firmly in place. Immediately Kevin placed the other end of the chain to my right breast and clamped it to that nipple. Tears rolled out of my eyes as he pulled steadily on the chain. He let it fall, the cold metal laid against my belly, hanging firmly from both nipples.

"There you are my beautiful cunt. That adds to your natural beauty," he said with a wide smile on his lips. I wondered what my husband must be thinking as the golden chain would swing every time I moved. Kevin told me to remain standing as he needed to see my husband. Kevin went to John and whispered something to him I was unable to hear. They walked out of the room together.

John told me later that Kevin had taken him to what appeared to be a TV room. It was small and dark with several comfortable chairs facing a wall with four very large flat-screen TV's. They were all blank and Kevin instructed my husband to sit and see what was on TV. As Kevin walked out of the room, John heard a loud click and went to check the only door to the room. There was no interior handle and it had been locked from the outside. John had no option except to sit down and wait for Kevin to return.

It had only been a few minutes until Kevin returned to me. He walked directly to my face and placing his fingers under my dropped chin, raised my head until I was staring into his dark eyes. He told me he was looking forward to this evening as it would show both of us how much we both wanted this relationship with each other. He said that John had been placed in a "private" room and would not be with us. Kevin said this would be a test to see if I would be the sub he wanted and allow me to begin to learn my limits as he would not be easy on me during this training.

Kevin took me by my arm and led me to a huge closet. Just inside was a dresser with five drawers. He opened the second one and pulled out two black leather things with silver buckles and decorations. Taking my right hand, He wrapped one around my wrist and buckled it snugly. He did the same thing with my left wrist. They were heavy and lined with a soft felt material against my skin. Pulling them behind my back, I heard a snap as he somehow latched them together.

Turning back to the dresser, he pulled out one more item also of the same black leather and silver, but much larger. He grasped me by my neck and slipped the very stiff thing around me, holding my head in an upright and securely facing forward position. This had at least three buckles which he fastened firmly. I started to complain but Kevin said, "Shut up cunt. You are now mine to use as I see fit. If you talk without permission, you will be severely punished. Do you understand?" I nodded, yes.

He went back to the same drawer and pulled out two more leather items. Bending down, he placed them around my ankles, just below my calves. Standing up, he walked back a few steps and said, "Now my bitch is dressed properly for her training. However, you need to learn your positions and what will happen if you fail to obey me promptly. Let's begin with you getting down on your hands and knees -- NOW!"

I dropped to the floor and looked up at him, wondering what he was planning for the evening. He left me and went back to the dresser, returning with a small, narrow brown riding crop. It was a long tapered flexible length of single-strand or plaited (braided) leather) with a stiff handle. Walking behind me he told me I was not to move. "This is a test of your obedience."

I heard a singing of the whip through the air and then it was as if I was burned with a hot iron. The crop lashed out across my ass, I know leaving a bright red stripe. "I will be giving you a total of five and you are to remain still, thank me and tell me how many you received. Do you understand bitch?"

Despite the burning across both cheeks, I told him that was number one and I thanked him. Only a moment later the swish could be heard just before the whip landed across the cheeks of my ass. I yelled out in pain and quickly said, "Number two. Thank you."

He ordered me to raise my ass, as I had dropped it after the second strike. I lifted it arching my back, knowing it was making a better target for his next strike. He didn't wait, as soon as I was back on my hands and knees, the whip struck again sitting me on fire. My tits were hanging down free and would swing wildly with each hit. I yelled out with tears running down my face, "Number three. Thank you."

I am not sure how, but I held my position and he hit me the final two times. He congratulated me for remaining motionless and for my proper response to each stroke. I collapsed on my belly on the floor, crying my eyes out after number five. Kevin silently walked away and a few minutes later returned with a ***** in his hand, not for me, he was *****ing it.

"Pam, I had to do that to prove to you that I am serious about you obeying all of my orders." Kevin said, adding, "I hope I do not have to do that again. Think about how it felt when you hesitate doing what I tell you."

I don't think he knows how much I want to be his sub. I would do almost anything to please him and to fulfill my own need to submit to a strong dominate Master. I had fantasized for many years about being spanked or even whipped when I failed to obey a Master. Finally, I had lived out my dream.

It is difficult to state or even for me to understand the need I have to belong to a Master and more difficult still to understand how the whipping brought both pain and a feeling of being chattel to be used and ****** by my Master. Can anyone understand how that while being painfully whipped, I was so strongly sexually aroused that I was close to an orgasm. Each painful stroke caused a greater stream of fluids from my sex down my inner thighs. My breasts became firm and nipples erect. It was an experience that brought me to new heights of arousal and put me into what some call, "sub-space." My husband had always been so kind and gentle; I had never been so excited with his soft touch.

Kevin offered me a ***** from his glass. I was surprised to discover it was plain water. It tasted wonderful and gave me a chance to recover from my flogging. Remaining on my knees, I said nothing and waited for his next order. There was no doubt in my mind that I would do as he said. I did not want another whipping.

"Come with me," Kevin ordered me as he walked toward the door. I felt strange with the heavy leather cuffs attached together behind me and collar firmly locked on to my body. What really did affect me was the heavy swinging of the nipple chain. I stumbled closely behind him as he walked down the dimly lit hall. Opening a door on the right, I could see a brightly lit bed in the center of the small room.

I looked around, expecting to see John, but Kevin and I were alone. Kevin turned his back to me and began undressing. When he was nude, he sat on the bed and told me to kneel between his legs. It was obvious what he wanted.

John had walked the floor in his locked room for what seemed like 30 minutes when all four of the TV screens lit up. Each was pointing from a different angle toward a round, king-sized bed. John heard two voices and recognized them as his wife and Kevin. The distraught husband watched as his wife, now dressed in black leather bondage gear, dropped to her knees and crawled between the muscular legs of their nude employer.

Stunned, John collapsed into a chair and watched all four of the screens, knowing he had no control over what was happening.

Kevin handed me a small vial with a cork top. Opening it, the fragrance of roses became apparent. He told me this was a Heating Massage Lotion and lube. It is not only a lotion that warms up as the massage progresses, but a tasty treat as well. He knew I loved strawberries, so he purchased a strawberry flavored lubricant. I was instructed to use as much as is needed for a gentle massage, as I would rub it in, it will get tepid. And when I blow on it, it gets warmer.

He lay back on the bed and spread his legs wide so I had full access to his sex. Folding his hands under his head, I was instructed to rub the lotion over his sex, slowly and gently. I was to take my time and enjoy what I was doing. That was easy as I did love stroking this man, watching him grow and become erect in my hands. Cupping his balls caused him to moan and me to smile. His balls became tight and closer to his body as his cock kept growing and becoming more erect and rigid.

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I used both hands on his balls and then using more lube, rubbed his cock harder and more rapidly. His eyes were closed and he moved his hips as I stroked him harder and faster. I was amazed at how much this action on my part also increased my own arousal. My flower opened as my fluids leaked down between my legs and my breasts became firm with very engorged nipples. I had no idea my husband John was watching my every move.

I felt Kevin's hands in my hair and his firm grasp pulled me to him. Opening my mouth I licked the tip of his cock and tasted the mixture of the sweet strawberries and his pre-cum. Taking him further into my mouth, he held my head tighter and began moving my head in rhythm with his humping his hips into me. His gentle movements changed into a strong, controlling fucking of my face. Strong fingers held my head and pulled it against his body, inserting his cock against the back of my throat.

Increasing the speed of his fucking my face he also increased his grip on my head. I tried to help him by stroking him harder and faster, using more of the sweet smelling and fantastic tasting lube. It seemed that he was on the verge of an orgasm as he was so very firm and his breath was coming in gasps. But then he abruptly stopped and pulled me away from my oral pleasuring of this well-built man. He unfastened my wrist cuffs.

Kevin picked me up and tossed me onto the bed as if I was a rag doll. My arms and legs flailed as I landed flat on my back. He stood up and said for me to open my legs and show him my pussy. His mouth quickly went down and started running his tongue along my swollen puffy pussy lips. He commented on my smoothly shaved cunt as it was rapidly thrusting to meet his tongue.

Kevin began really working my pussy with his mouth and I was building to my own orgasm. I was holding my feet high in the air and spread as far apart as possible. Kevin was stroking his own cock as he buried his face into my pussy and was licking my engorged clit. Soon I was shuddering with a full blown, full body orgasm. He continued his oral ministrations to my labia and clit as I literally exploded all over his handsome face.

As I finally collapsed back on the bed he moved up on top of me and said, "Now it is time to fuck you." His large body completely covered mine as he held my ankles up and apart. Placing the tip of his cock against my already open pussy and wet labia, he slowly inserted it fully into me. I was so exhausted I just laid there letting him have his way.

This was even better than last week as he stretched my vagina further open than I thought possible. As he began stroking in and out of me, he kept hitting my cervix with his big cock. My husband could never enter me that deeply. As his stroking increased in speed and strength I could feel his orgasm building.

Kevin said, "I hope you are on the pill, as I am about to fill you with my cum." I had not considered the possibility of getting pregnant as my husband always used a condom. No I certainly did not want to get impregnated, but being spread open and fucked so wonderfully, building to my second orgasm, I was not about to ask him to stop. One of the most enjoyable moments of last week was when he had filled me to overflowing with his cum. The warmth and smooth cream felt so wonderful shooting into my cunt. I wanted that feeling again.

Kevin said, "Come on bitch, tell me what you want."

I did not hesitate and said, "I want you to fuck me."

"What else," he prodded.

I nearly yelled, "Fill me with your cum," I begged. "Fuck me with your great cock and give it to me."

My orgasm was rapidly approaching as was Kevin's. He leaned against my ear and said that John was watching and I was to tell him how I felt and what I wanted. Looking around I did not see John, but as my super climax took my body, feeling Kevin shoot his cum into me, I yelled out, "Oh god, fuck me Kevin, I need your cock. Cum in me and make me your cunt." As we came close, we embraced in a passionate and ******** kiss.

Our mutual climax was unbelievable. We both finished at the same time and stayed in each other's arms for several minutes as we came down from the mountain of bliss. As I returned to reality, I wondered if what Kevin had said about John watching was true. If so, he watched the greatest sex and orgasm I had ever experienced. He must now know that I did not fake that with Kevin.

There were two bathrooms with showers in this room and we both cleaned up and I was given a robe and slippers to wear as we returned to the room where John was being held. As we opened the door to the dark room, I saw on all four screens the recorded video of the magnificent sex I had had with Kevin. John said nothing as Kevin told us we could leave now. Silently John and I went to our car and drove home. Arriving home John went to ***** in the guest room while I went to my own bed. We did not speak all day Sunday and when the alarm went off Monday morning, John was already gone to work. I got dressed and went to my own classroom.

It was following lunch when I returned to my classroom, still wondering about both my husband and about Kevin. Sitting at my desk I found an envelope addressed to me. In it was an unsigned note. "Don't miss your 7 pm appointment." I had forgotten about my gym schedule.

It was almost six when I got home and John was not there and had left no note. I had to hurry as I couldn't be late to my very first gym appointment with Robert King. Grabbing my gym bag which I had packed after buying everything on my list at the clothing store, I drove directly to the gym. Rushing into the ladies locker room I found an empty one and started changing from my work clothing to my gym items. I left my panties on but removed my bra and put on one of my sports bras. Putting on my shorts and a sleeveless tank-top, then my track shoes and white socks. Removing all my jewelry and watch I locked everything in the freshly painted locker.

It was exactly 7 as I knocked on Mr. King's door. He opened it and in his usual rush, told me to follow him. Entering a large room with many exercise items, he showed me a chart on the far wall. It had seven processes I was to follow "exactly" which would stretch and loosen up my body for my workout. He said he would be back in 20 minutes and that I was to do everything that was on the "Seven Step" chart.

It seemed strange to be alone in this large room, but I concentrated on my task at hand and began. I was on step six and already sweating when Robert returned. He stressed that I needed to do all seven steps correctly before I began my workout.

When I had finished up to his level of warming up, he told me I was to work on several areas. My physical exam highlighted the goals I was to achieve. For example, I had a 26 inch waist and Kevin had instructed him to get me down to a 21. That was not going to be easy. Kevin had directed that my 115 pounds would drop to 105. How he was going to do it I don't know, but my bust would be increased to 36D and firmed up. My 38" ass would decrease to 36" and firmed up. In addition, I was to increase my strength with sit ups, chin ups, and lots of standing thrusts for my legs and butt. We began with a half mile run immediately followed by a series of floor exercises, like sit ups, jumping jacks.

While doing the floor exercises, I could see a large window at the end of the room. Sitting in the room were six or seven men, all in business suits. What seemed strange was that Robert had gone into that room three times with a clipboard and talked to them in private before returning to me and having me work harder and try other exercises. This was the hardest I had worked in years and was covered with perspiration. My shorts and workout bra were soaked and both clinging to my body.

Robert King returned from another conversation with the strange men and told me it was enough for a first day. He had me shower and then put on my swim suit. He wanted me to "cool-off" by swimming a few laps.

After a refreshing shower, I put on my swim suit. I have never worn such a skimpy one. The top was no more than two triangle patches to cover my areola and string to tie them in place. The bottoms consisted of a single triangle patch to cover my mound and string up my butt and around my waist. In effect only my pussy and nipples were covered. When I walked out to the pool, Robert King was waiting for me and told me to walk to the deep end, dive in and swim four full laps. When I finished, I could shower again and then go home.

Approaching the end of the pool the same men that were in the window were sitting on a viewers stand, all silent and intensely watching my every step. I walked faster and rushed to get into the water. Just as I was about to dive into the pool, Richard King was back talking to the men and writing on his clip board. I dove in and finished my laps.

When I finished, Mr. King and the men were gone. I was very tired, but felt very good after my intense workout. I drove home and arrived ahead of schedule, about 9:30. To my surprise, John was sitting on the sofa ******** some dark, red wine. I went to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying, "I DO love you John."

He took me in his arms and kissed me as passionately as I can ever remember. We undressed each other and made love there in the living room. What was nice was the gentle touching and soft caresses mixed with us both telling each other how much we loved each other and would always be together to support each other -- no matter what else happened.
As I was on my knees, ass raised and presented to my husband, John was taking me from behind. I couldn't help but think how Kevin filled me so much more and was wishing John would pump into me faster, harder and deeper. I then realized he was not fucking me, he was making love to me. I relaxed; realizing I would not have one on Kevin's' explosive orgasms, but did enjoy the gentle manner John and I were sharing each others body.

Holding my hips firmly in his hands, John kept stroking into me, over and over again. It did feel good, but did not create the tremendous sexual arousal I experienced when being take and used by Kevin. I kept my ass arched up to my husband and pumped back against this every stroke. I could finally feel him approaching and orgasm, so I yelled out, "Oh yes, oh god yes..." and faked a climax. That was enough to get John to finish. He did eject a small (compared to Kevin) amount of cum into me.

I thanked him, told him how wonderful he was and went into my third shower for the night. By the time I got to bed, John was a***** and I tossed and turned wondering what the next week would bring.
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I went to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying, "I DO love you John." He took me in his arms and kissed me as passionately as I can ever remember. We undressed each other and made love there in the living room. What was nice was the gentle touching and soft caresses mixed with us both telling each other how much we loved each other and would always be together to support each other – no matter what else happened.

As I was on my knees, John was taking me from behind. I couldn't help but think how Kevin filled me so much more and was wishing John would pump into me faster, harder and deeper. I then realized he was not fucking me, he was making love to me. I relaxed; realizing I would not have one on Kevin's' explosive orgasms, but did enjoy the gentle manner John and I were sharing each others body.

Holding my hips firmly in his hands, John kept stroking into me, over and over again. It did feel good, but did not create the tremendous sexual arousal I experienced when being taken and used by Kevin. I kept my ass arched up to my husband and pumped back against this every stroke. I could finally feel him approaching an orgasm, so I yelled out, "Oh yes, oh god yes..." and faked a climax. That was enough to get John to finish. He did eject a small (compared to Kevin) amount of cum into me.

I thanked him, told him how wonderful he was and went into my third shower for the night. By the time I got to bed, John was a***** and I tossed and turned wondering what the next week would bring.

End of chapter 6.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The following week was as normal as I can ever remember for both John and I; we were spending our last two weeks closing out classes for the summer break. It would be a full two months before we would be back to start the next semester. The great thing was that since we were fulltime staff and had already signed our contracts for the next school year, we would continue to receive our full salary. Things were looking so much better financially. Our bills were now paid up to date and we even had started building a saving account.

I was both disappointed and surprised that Kevin did not try to reach John or me during the last week. We were expecting to be asked to meet him somewhere the following weekend. It was Friday morning that John finally received one of his private notes. Instead of a required rendezvous, Kevin said that he and his wife would be on a cruise the next two weeks. My only instruction was for me to continue my sessions at the gym with my trainer. John was told that he was allowed to touch me, but never to have intercourse. No sex was to be difficult as we felt more attracted to each other than we had for years. Kevin obviously wanted us to build up our sexual needs and desire.

Never being late for any session, Mr. King continued working me hard and increasing the intensity of my workouts. I had sore muscles, but was feeling very good and could see improvements in my shape and strength. My pecks were visible and my legs had a better shape. I had wondered if he would ever make a pass at me, but he was always very strict and professional.

John and I finished our last week of class and had begun out first free week of summer vacation. I continued my workouts and now had free days to go shopping. John and I actually went to a park for a picnic followed by a wonderful dinner at an Outback then to a classic, romantic movie. It was as if we were dating again, except when we returned home we did not make love, but just watched TV and went to *****.

It was Wednesday when the phone rang. I was startled to hear Kevin. They had just returned from their vacation cruise and he told me he was sending an email to me with instructions for the next weekend. I was to tell John not to make any plans for Sunday. I could plan on returning home at noon on Monday. Everything would be explained in the email.

This was not a surprise for either of us, but we did feel very uncomfortable; not having any idea what would be required of John and I. I kept checking my email and did not receive anything until Friday about noon. Here is what Kevin said to me with an exact copy also sent to John.

"My servant John and My cunt Pam,

I hope you both had a couple nice weeks off to play your vanilla life. You will be able to continue next week after you complete a few things for me Sunday. My wife is going to spend the weekend with her ****** and will not be back until Tuesday. Here are your instructions for BOTH of you, just so you do not forget or misunderstand anything.

John drive my sweet bitch to the Red Rose Parlor at 2454 Hwy 435 East. Pam has an appointment at 9 am Sunday morning. It is a couple hours drive so leave early. They are not normally open on Sunday, but I have made arrangements for a special, private appointment. You should be finished by noon and they will be providing you both lunch. You can expect to be home before four. You both can wear something comfortable and definitely not fancy to the Parlor.

You may want to rest a couple hours and have something to eat before your next appointment. I have sent some clothing for Pam to wear that evening. A box will be at your house when you return from the Parlor. John, you may wear casual slacks and a long sleeved white shirt and slip on loafers with no socks when you bring Pam to me.

Meet me at 7 pm at Charlie's Bar on Main Street in Barnesville, about 50 miles south of your house. It is far enough away and not the kind of place you normally visit, so you should not know anyone. I will arrive a few minutes later. While waiting, ask for Al, the bartender and tell him you are my guests. Both of you sit at the bar and wait for me. We will take the evening from there... By the way, you two are still not allowed to have any sex until we meet."

Signed, Kevin."

John and I did not discuss the email directions, we just acknowledged we read and understood them.

It was early Sunday when the alarm went off and John and I got dressed and silently went to the car for our long drive to the Salon. It was too late to fix a breakfast, so we both grabbed a can of Slim-Fast to tide us over until lunch.

Driving this unfamiliar highway we almost missed the small sign and building, as it was a small place behind a cowboy style bar. The lights were on so we walked in and were greeted by two women and one man. One woman offered us coffee, juice and pastries which we gladly accepted. I drank a glass of orange juice but passed on the baked goods as I was still working on my strict diet.

John took several pastries and a cup of coffee. The man asked John to sit in the waiting area and he turned on a TV to some morning news shows. One woman escorted me down a long hall to a room in the back of the shop.

She introduced herself as Rebecca and informed me that she had been given complete instructions and was already paid. She added, "Kevin also gave me a nice tip. Don't worry; I'll make you look great for him." I had no idea what was expected of me, but knew I would have to go through with what Kevin had arranged.

"OK Dear," Rebecca said, "First take off your slacks and panties if you are wearing any. Then have a seat in this ancient OB Delivery chair. Make yourself comfortable as this will take awhile."

I opened my slacks and took them off, laying them on a chair. My panties came off with them. As I sat on the cold leather of the chair, she said, "Don't worry Dear, it will warm up soon."

She placed my feet in the stirrups and ran Velcro straps across my knees and feet. My legs were stretched away from each other as she adjusted the height of the seat and extended them even further apart. Rebecca told me, "This first task will feel very good, so lie back, close your eyes and relax."

I heard her gather some items and some water running. The first thing I felt was a warm wash cloth across my lower belly. It did feel good as she washed me on down to include my pussy. I did become uncomfortable when she continued washing between my ass cheeks.

As she continued and I settled down in this comfortable chair I began to get ******. I thought it was because of a poor night's ***** and getting up early. Rebecca said, "Go ahead and lie back and take a nap. This will take a couple hours, so to make you more at ease; I placed a mild tranquilizer in your orange juice. It will help you relax and will wear off by the time I finish." With the ******** already working, I was becoming drowsy.

A hot towel rinsed me and was followed by a warm foam being spread all over my private areas. She picked up a straight edge razor and began shaving me from my navel on down. As she finished my mound and began on my labia I fell into a deep *****.

The light from the overhead lamps blinded me from being able to see anything while I was beginning to wake up from my ******* *****. "Perfect timing Pam, as I am just finishing. You will be able to see yourself in a couple minutes." She offered me a ***** of water as I was feeling dehydrated. "Don't worry," she added smiling, "no more tranquilizers..."

I was still in the same position I was in when I went to *****. My feet and legs were widely spread and I now had an ache deep in my vagina. It was not painful, but aching in my most delicate spot. I tried to raise my head to see myself, but fell back, as I was too weak to move. Rebecca said that I should rest a few minutes then she would show me the "new Pam".

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After ******** more water and clearing my head, the throbbing was still throughout my vagina. I had to see what she had done to me. Rebecca told me to lie still and she would explain what had happened. She would then show me her work.

She said, "Kevin sent us some very specific instructions to follow. He wanted your pussy to be visibly identified as his property. We first of all cleaned and shaved all of you, between your legs, pussy and ass. That was done and he considered a tattoo but decided against that as he might want to change it later.

So, using a special skin dye made from a strong hair tint, I wrote in a lovely bold one inch script font, "Kevin's' Cunt". It is just above your clit on your mound. It should last a month or two, regardless of what you do to attempt to remove it. If you and Kevin like it, we can make it permanent as a tattoo."

She continued, "After you went to ***** I did my best work. Kevin had told me exactly what he wanted. You may remember something similar from the old French novel, The Story of O. He wanted to place a permanent tag on you."

Rebecca explained that she had made a stretched piercing through my right labium (labia minora) and inserted a surgical steel flesh tunnel. She pierced the Labia minora due to its high elasticity of the tissue, whereas labia majora piercings are less likely to distend. This would now eventually hang lower and become more evident than the outside labia majora.

She told me the flesh tunnel was basically an eyelet allowing many things to be inserted and easily removed, although when fully healed it would never be removed. Often Masters have two of these installed, one on each side. When padlocked together they make an excellent chastity device. For some reason Kevin only wanted one at this time.

Rebecca did tell me that Kevin did want a one inch captive bead ring welded closed through the tunnel. It was to be a permanent installation. Another eternal ring was linked to it which had a bright, chrome letter "K" and his personal insignia identifying him as my owner. I was warned that it was large, about 2 inches tall, heavy and never was to be removed.

As the ******** wore off I slowly became aware of what had been done to my body. Afraid to move myself, Rebecca took several pictures on her cell phone and showed them to me. I was frightened and could not believe this was indeed me that was shaved bald, tattooed with "Kevin's Cunt" boldly on my mound and most frightening the jewelry hanging from my labium.

It was obvious Rebecca was very proud of the work she had done on me. Removing the Velcro straps; Rebecca helped move my legs together and gave me back my panties. She placed a Kotex pad against my pussy to help during the healing, which should only be a few hours. The soft pad kept the large "K" from rubbing or poking me as I moved.

She also gave me a few pills which she told me were mild pain pills, "if I needed them" later on.

I was still dazed but awake enough to now realize what had happened. How could I live like this? How could I tell John?

Rebecca helped me up and walked me back down the hall to a small kitchen where a table was waiting for John and I. Someone told John and he joined me. We were served a nice light lunch of fish and salad with a soft ***** because of the drive home. John asked what had happened and I told him I would tell him all about it later. Right now I was hungry and wanted to eat lunch.

It was a long drive home and we listened to some soft music on the radio and did not talk very much to each other. John suggested I try to ***** as we drove back home. He woke me as we pulled into the driveway. We didn't have much time as we had to meet Kevin at 7 and it was an hour's drive.

We both saw the box on the front porch, but I got to it first, knowing it was the clothing that Kevin wanted me to wear tonight. John told me we needed to get ready to leave and said he would fix a couple sandwiches while I was getting dressed.

Walking as quickly as I could with the new jewelry pressing against my labia, I went upstairs and into the bedroom. I didn't have time to shower and tore open the box to see what I was going to have to wear to meet Kevin.

John yelled up to me and said sandwiches were ready. I said I was getting dressed and would be down in about ten minutes. As I opened the box I found a large note on top. It said, "I hope you enjoyed this morning and your new jewelry. Tonight you will have an opportunity to wear it in public. I am very anxious to see my cunt in person. You will be able to dress quickly as you are to wear only a few items.

Remove ALL of your clothing and put on ONLY the black garter belt, your new fishnet stockings, the new nipple showing, open cup, black satin platform bra and the enclosed sun dress. Put on only basic makeup but put bright red lipstick on your lips, your pussy and your nipples. Get dressed and I'll see you tonight."

When I removed my clothing and slipped off my panties and kotex pad, for the first time I felt the full weight of the insignia swing free and pull down on my labia. It did not hurt, but certainly felt unusual as if someone was holding and pulling down on me. Then I saw the bold writing which said, "Kevin's Cunt" just above my pussy. I was stunned and did not know what to do or how to act. I still have to get up the courage to tell my husband.

After dressing as requested, I went downstairs, walking carefully as the insignia poked me in the thighs if I walked with my legs together. John and I ate the sandwich he fixed and immediately got into the car for the hour's drive. It was already 6 and my mind was racing as to what was going to happen tonight.

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Walking as quickly as I could with the new jewelry pressing against my labia, I went upstairs and into the bedroom. I didn't have time to shower and tore open the box to see what I was going to have to wear to meet Kevin. John yelled up to me and said sandwiches were ready. I said I was getting dressed and would be down in about ten minutes.

As I opened the box I found a large note on top. It said, "I hope you enjoyed this morning and your new jewelry. Tonight you will have an opportunity to wear it in public. I am very anxious to see my cunt in person. You will be able to dress quickly as you are to wear only a few items. Remove ALL of your clothing and put on ONLY the black garter belt, your new fishnet stockings, the new nipple showing, open cup, black satin platform bra and the enclosed sun dress. Put on only basic makeup but put bright red lip stick on your lips, your pussy and your nipples. Get dressed and I'll see you tonight."

When I removed my clothing and slipped off my panties and kotex pad, for the first time I felt the full weight of the "K" swing free and pull down on my labia. It did not hurt, but certainly felt unusual as if someone was holding and pulling down on me. Then I saw the bold writing which said, "Kevin's Cunt" just above my pussy. I was stunned and did not know what to do or how to act. I still have to get up the courage to tell my husband.

After dressing as requested, I went downstairs, walking carefully as the "K" poked me in the thighs if I walked with my legs together. John and I ate the sandwich he fixed and immediately got into the car for the hour's drive. It was already 6 and my mind was racing as to what was going to happen tonight.

End of chapter 7.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was a very quiet drive, as my husband John and I did not say anything to each other. I know our minds were racing as neither of us had any idea what was going to happen in Charlie's Bar in Barnesville. It had been over two weeks since we had been with Kevin and he had made it clear to us that if we wanted to keep both of our jobs, we would do exactly as we were told and never question his commands.

Tonight I was torn apart emotionally and after what happened in the Parlor, physically. I was frightened, not knowing what Kevin expected of me. I was also frightened as to how John would react when he discovered my new "jewelry" and temporary tattoo.

The parking lot was only half full at Charlies Bar when we arrived at a few minutes till seven. We found a parking spot close to the front door and John opened my door and helped me out. As I stood up, the "K" dropped down and pulled on my left labia minora. It was not painful, but felt so unusual and erotic as it would swing free as I walked. I tried to maintain a good posture and not let this sensation be visible to the people in the bar.

As we had been instructed we went to the bar and took one of the many empty seats. The lights were brighter than most bars and the music was softer. You could easily overhear people talking while sitting in booths, tables and free chairs around the room. A female bartender came up and asked us what we wanted to *****. Remembering Kevins instructions we asked for a bartender named "Al." She laughed and said that she was Al, which was her nickname. Her real name was Alberta but she hated it. We told her we were instructed to ask for her by a man named Kevin. She asked if we were John and Pam. When we told her we were, she smiled and said she had been waiting for us. Instead of taking our order, she abruptly turned and walked to the far end of the bar.

We could see her preparing some ****** and came right back to us, sitting ****** in front of both of us. She said she had been asked to fix us the "House Special" and that it had been paid for by Kevin. It was in a tall glass and was a light brown and had a sweet taste, apparently with a rum base. Al told us to relax and enjoy the music. If we needed anything, we should ask her.

John pointed out the large clock above the bar as it was ringing exactly seven. It was time for Kevin to arrive. I attempted to find a way to sit comfortably on the bar stool and John was so nervous you could hear his knees knocking. Fortunately the dress I had been given to wear was a full, A-line with a flowing skirt. The top had a scooped neckline that was not nearly as bold as I had expected considering the pushup, open cup, platform bra I was wearing. My breasts were pushed up and together with the complete top of my breasts, including my nipples totally exposed. The high topped dress did not allow me to show anything.

Not knowing what to say to each other, John and I sat together without talking. I kept looking around and noticed more and more people were coming into the bar, filling the empty seats. Also, against the far rear wall, some workers were setting up some tall things against the back. It was fairly dark where they were at the other end of the room, so I could not see exactly what they were assembling. It was then John clutched my arm.

I looked toward the door and saw Kevin approaching. He was dressed unlike most of the casually attired people in the bar. He was wearing a very expensive suit, white shirt and a beautiful red silk tie. He is such a handsome man. Any woman would be turned on by his erect posture and broad shoulders. Despite what he had done to me and how he had treated my husband, I caught myself smiling, happy to see him approaching. I casually picked up my ***** and finished it off as he came up behind me.

Surprisingly, John was the first to speak. He said, "Good evening, Mr. Richards." Kevin did not even look at John and said, "Shut the fuck up. I'll talk to you later." Moving against my back he reached around me and cupped both of my 34B breasts. Almost to himself he whispered, "Very nice. Not bad for being so small. We'll take care of that someday."

Waving to Al, he told her to bring refills for our ******. I said, thanks but I was already lightheaded from the large, strong *****. He whispered in my ear, "I didn't ask you if you wanted another one, I said you were to ***** another, do you understand bitch?" I nodded in agreement and saw John moving around in his chair obviously not knowing what to do, if anything. I was losing some of my positive feelings about my pathetically weak husband.

As Al brought the ******, she looked down at Kevin's hands cupping my breasts and obviously massaging them through my dress. I could feel myself blush but did nothing except look back into her eyes and smiled. "***** up," Kevin told both John and I. We did as instructed.

Kevin faced John for the first time and asked if he liked the new jewelry he had bought for his "cunt". John did not know what he was talking about as I had not had the courage to tell him. When my husband asked what he meant, Kevin laughed and said that he would soon find out. He looked at me and said he didn't think I would tell John.

Mr. Richards sat between John and I on a bar stool and he proceeded to tell us all about his cruise. It was obvious he was passing time with this small-talk. When we had finished our third "House Special" ***** I felt that I was firmly under the influence and John was now laughing at Kevin's off color jokes and seemed to enjoy it when our boss kissed me passionately with his tongue in my mouth and his hands caressing both of my breasts.

Kevin has a way of kissing that makes me think of nothing else. It was as if he took control of my mind and soul as well as my body. Pulling me against him, my breasts were pressed firmly against his masculine chest, enlarging and erecting my nipples. As my crotch pressed against his my pussy would ************* open and my fluids would begin to flow. I melted in his embrace.

He turned, looked at my husband and asked John, "Think I should have Pam give me a blow job before the show?" John sat silently as I started to get up. Kevin looked at me and said softly, "You'll do anything I ask you to bitch. Now sit down." I sat back on my stool.

The bar lights flashed and everyone stopped talking. An announcer came on a loud speaker and asked if everyone was ready for the contest. A loud roar of applause filled the room. The announcer said that tonight there were to be five contestants. Everyone would have one hour before the voting would take place. "The contestants have fifteen minutes to get ready and in place as the contest would begin at 8:30, in exactly fifteen minutes."

I asked Kevin what this was all about and he told me to go to the ladies room and empty my bladder. He said if I didn't, I would soon regret it. He said to hurry and come right back to him. I got off the stool and really feeling the strong ******, staggered off. I made it to the ladies room with his insignia swinging between my legs and pulling down on my labia. When I returned, the announcer said over the loud speaker that the contestants were to be in place in five minutes.

Kevin stood me directly in front of John and told me to remove my dress. The time I feared had now come... John would see his wife in a new light. He would see "Kevin's Cunt." I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I picked it up and handed it to John. He was shocked when he first saw my tits and bright red nipples exposed on the platform bra, but did not know what to say when he saw my shaved mound with its tattoo. That was when I slid my feet apart and let my new jewelry drop down, swinging as I rotated my hips. I know others around us could see me, but I was only interested in the reaction from my husband. He stared, leaned back against the bar and said nothing.

Kevin took me by my arm and led me through the crowd, pulling me and some men reached out for me. Several slapped me on the ass. I heard many dirty comments about me and what they wanted to do to me. One offered to "rent" me from Kevin, who ignored his offer. I also heard several say that they were going to vote for me. What kind of contest was this going to be?

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Looking around the room I saw several women of varying ages and appearances being forcibly taken by the men around them as they fought to get away. Just a few feet away three men were stripping a screaming twenty something beautiful blonde woman while two other men were holding her.

As we approached the back, I saw for the first time five, solid glass vertical boxes. They were shaped like phone booths but were smaller in width and depth, although easily over six feet tall. Each box was about ten feet away from the others, allowing people to walk all the way around each individual box. Four other women were being placed into their container as I felt my hands being pulled behind my back.

Hand cuffs were locked on my wrists. Kevin ran a Velcro strap around my arms just above my elbows, pulling them together. This was ******* me to bow my chest forward. Kevin opened the glass door, removed my shoes and pushed me inside facing the front. A kiss on the cheek, he said, "I know you can win. Don't be afraid as this may seem painful, nothing dangerous is going to happen. I promise you will not be injured."

He closed the door and locked me inside with a hinged padlock. I could barely move as I nearly filled the box, touching it on all sides. Trying to kneel, I bumped my ass and my knees against opposite walls. My bare feet were cold on what seemed to be solid steel flooring. From my location, I could see the other four women and there were also locked in the same manner.

I could see two women already secured in their box that were totally naked. Another woman was in her thong panties and matching bra. One woman in the box next to me was dressed similar to me in garter belt, hose and bra. All were fighting a losing battle being outnumbered ten to one by the men ******* them into the containers. The women were yelling and pleading while the men standing all around us were applauding and laughing.

As Kevin stepped back, he examined me and the other four women. He smiled, turned and walked back to the bar and my husband. The ****** had certainly affected me, approaching the point of total ************. However, I did understand that I was standing in an all glass enclosure, unable to move but a few inches in any direction and anyone outside could clearly see all of me. I thought about my breasts being placed on the serving dish of the shelf bra as if being offered for anyone to use. I could almost feel the nakedness of my freshly tattooed mound saying. "KEVIN'S CUNT".

When I tried to move I felt the tugging of the letter "K" swinging by its chain from my fully exposed pussy. The garter belt and fishnet nylons must have provided a frame to the picture most people were viewing. In a way I felt protected as I didn't believe anyone could lay a hand on me locked away in this solid cell.

A loud horn went off, startling me, followed by the announcer saying the contest was now on and votes would be accepted for one hour. At that time they would count them and present the award to the winner. Nearly drowned out by the laughter he also said the two contestants with the lowest votes would receive their "LAST PLACE" rewards. He then said, "Ladies, it is time to dance." Loud music began with a heavy African drum beat. How could they expect us to dance in such a small confinement?

I looked at the other four contestants and they appeared as uncomfortable and frightened as I was in that situation. It was only one minute when I heard two of the women scream as if in pain. It was only a moment later when I felt something similar to a bee sting on my left ass cheek. Turning my head as much as possible I saw a man behind me with a narrow rod sticking through a 1 inch hole in the glass. Looking closer I discovered that all four walls of glass had these small access holes all over them.

While looking behind me I felt another sting, this time on my right nipple. Screaming, I looked forward and saw a man sticking a similar rod through a hole in front of me and touching my tit. Even being nearly *****, I now understood why my shoes had been removed and why I was on a steel plate for a floor. It allowed a ground for the electric shock I was receiving from the rods beginning to touch me all over my body. The announcer yelled out, "Come on ladies – dance for us!"

As I was stung by a sharp electric shock on my side I jumped and twisted as much as the container would allow. No idea how many men were sticking their rods in and zapping me. They seemed to be everywhere and coming from every direction. I was pleading and crying when several electrical shocks hit my dangling jewelry. The worst I was experiencing was the painful shock that went up from the metal hanging from between my legs and travelled deeply into my cunt.

Several men made a game of it and kept trying to tap the "K" and watch me jump. My tears were flowing as the shocks continued from every direction. There was nowhere to hide or escape these stinging rods.

The announcer said, "We already have our two last place dancers." He asked for someone to get the women out of box number 2 and 4 as they had both passed out. I could see several men open the boxes and carry the women over to two small tables in front of the bar. Both were stripped naked and had men holding them on their backs, spread-eagle on the low lying tables.

I was still hopping and dancing to the decreasing number of shocks I was being given. I considered pretending to faint, but wondered what would happen to me if they discovered my game. As Kevin had said, this was not going to seriously injure me; it was just uncomfortable and mildly painful. The men just wanted to see us prance around, boobs bouncing and hear us beg.

After the two women on the tables were cared for and were beginning to wake up, the loud horn sounded again. The announcer said for the men to stop shocking us and that they had thirty minutes left to vote for their choice of best dancer. I fell back against the back of the box and almost immediately saw Kevin opening the door. He pulled me out and removed my cuffs. I looked for burns or marks but could not find any. Kevin said, "I told you it was only a game and you would not be hurt." He walked me to a small booth where John was waiting for us. I nearly fell into the seat, totally exhausted.

Directly in front of us were the two women on tables that had passed out. As they were now awake, there were four men holding each of them, one at each arm and one at each leg. Standing next to them was the announcer who said the votes were being tallied and the winner notified later. Now, the two losers were going to get their "REWARDS".

He asked all of the men present to look at the tickets they received when they came into the bar. He then pulled open a large jar, shook it and called out number 423. One man across from us yelled out and came forward. The announcer told him that he had his choice of the women and could use her for ten minutes. Wasting no time, he went to the closest woman and had the men holding her legs to spread them for him. It was obvious the woman was not sexually excited and not lubricated but the man climbed between her legs and jammed his amazing erection all the way into her. She yelled, probably hurting more than the electric shocks in the box.

She was held tightly in place as the man fucked her on the table. Fortunately for her, her assailant had been excited by everything that had happened and reach his climax quickly. He shot a huge amount of cum into her before she could even become aroused. Standing up, he zipped up his pants and turned and walked away. She laid there, streams of cum dripping from her pussy.

The announcer then said that he was about to draw another number for the other woman. Reaching into the jar he pulled out a ticket and called out 107. He called it several times and Kevin checked his and told John to check his ticket. John pulled his ticket out and called out "107"! The announcer told him that the second woman was his to use as he wanted. John was told he could either get a blow job or he could fuck her.

John stood up and told the announcer that he did not want the woman and was sitting with his wife. Kevin stood up on the table and told everyone that John was a cuckold and would rather eat out the used pussy of the first woman. A couple men grabbed John and ****** him down between the legs of the woman that had just been fucked. With the help a couple more men, they pressed his face into the dripping crotch of the raped woman. The announcer asked the audience if the cuckold should "clean up" the woman that had just been fucked. Everyone laughed as the announcer told everyone to let him go. John quickly got up and he told me he was going home. He nearly ran out the door.

Kevin turned to me and said the rest of the evening would be just for the two of us. It was already an evening I would never forget. I couldn't imagine what else was in store for me.
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Kevin told me the rest of the evening would be ours. He stood me up in front of him and said he had not had an opportunity to examine the work that had been done on me at the Red Rose Parlor.

His first inspection was of the temporary tattoo. He said he liked the script and that it specifically stated that this was his cunt. However, he was going to have a design of some kind in addition to the printing, labeling my pussy. He never asked me what I thought about it because as he stated, this was going to be "his" cunt and no longer mine. He mentioned that he liked me closely shaved and wondered if there was a way to prevent hair from growing in my private areas. I said nothing.

He then took hold of the swinging insignia and inspected how it had been attached to me. Kevin liked the surgical steel flesh tunnel where the rings were attached. "We need to put in a few more of these," he said to himself. He told me that the single one was in the top third of my inner left labia and if we put one in the bottom third, with a matching set on the right side, it would allow him to "lock" me up whenever he wanted. It would also permit decorations when he wanted to show off my "pretty pussy."

I asked if I could put on my dress and he became angry and told me that I was to wear what he had given me. He walked me out from the table yelling, "Come and see my Pam all bejeweled for this competition. "He had more than a few men explore my body in the items he gave me to wear.

He asked their opinion of the tattoo and especially the hanging "K". Most loved it and examined it closely while the majority approved of my garter belt and hose without panties. My shelf bra was of interest to many men and they took their time giving a full examination of my breasts being held out on the tray-like shelf. I was so ashamed to be seen in this public place nearly nude and my body being touched and scrutinized by so many strangers.

Kevin had once again demonstrated his control over me, demonstrating how he could give me the thrill of being his cunt, being his sex toy. The night continued with me being shown off and inspected by a hundred men and some women.

Perhaps it was the local custom, but several men and one woman asked to "rent" me. I can only imagine what they wanted. Kevin thanked them for the offer and the compliment, but said I was a new sub and would only service him on this, my first night on exhibit. That was going to be done right away.

His presentation of his new sub must have stimulated him and he said he wanted to fill "his cunt" with the insignia attached and see how it felt to him while fucking it. Pulling me by the "K" and its short chain, he took me into a small room off of the entrance hall.

I was placed on my hands and knees on a soft single wide bed. It had a sheet unexpectedly clean and no other bedding. My insignia chain was pulled, stretching my labia and my knees spread apart, ass and pussy on complete exhibit. It was just a minute for him to drop his pants and rub his semi-rigid cock against my slit.

He was not concerned with preparing my vagina with moisture and opening it. It was fortunate that all of the men having played with me in the main room had began my fluids running and started the opening of my pussy.

I felt the tip of his rod press without delay against my cavity and he wasted no time pressing into me. It was uncomfortable, but quickly began to feel wonderful. As he slammed against my ass his now rigid and expansive cock filled me, stretching my opening. Yes, it created a sensation that was so very erotic and sexually fantastic! I began flowing and opening wide for his enormous cock.

Dropping my head, eyes closed, moans of delight escaped from my soul. His holding my hips tightly made me feel as if I was in a vice and he kept me aligned for his penetrations. Kevin could fuck better than I ever imagined possible.

All of a sudden, I realized that he was not wearing any protection and I certainly did not want to get pregnant. I could not say anything to him, for fear of his possible reaction, but I was very concerned over his bareback riding. Quickly figuring when my last period ended, I should be safe. I told myself I had to obtain some pills to prevent conception.

As he humped me, bumping my face into the mattress the pleasure his now huge dick was giving me caused me to think only about how wonderful it was to be his cunt. I was again in sub space, feeling my orgasm building in me. I repeatedly tightened my cunt, attempting to milk his cock. I wish I had more control so my pussy could grasp and hold him tightly as he fucked me.

Kevin was not in the mood for love making. He simply wanted to fuck and to fill me with his cum. Grabbing my hips, he increased the speed of his strokes. The size and firmness of his rod increased as he shot his first load deeply into me. He held his cock completely in me without any movement or stroking and I could feel a second then a third discharge. The warm fluid being injected in me felt so very good! I held my ass up high and pointed to him to get the most of him into me.

Laying across my back for a few minutes, catching his breath, he got up, and had me turn around. He pulled my head to his cock and said, "clean me, bitch." Without hesitation, I took him in my mouth and sucked and licked him clean. It sounds nasty, but actually tasted very good and I loved the way he stroked my head and hair while I was sucking on him.

He pushed me away and said that we were leaving. We walked out to his car with cum still running down my inner thighs as I was not allowed to clean up or dress.

He told me on the drive home that he would contact me before the end of the week. Until then, I was to continue with my work-outs at the gym. He never even mentioned my husband. I was let out in front of my house, walked almost naked in the unlocked door and went into the spare bedroom, afraid John would see me and know what I had done. I took a shower, put on a fresh night gown and went to bed alone.

John slept late, or at least never got out of bed the next morning. I got busy cleaning the house and preparing a lunch. I knew John was feeling bad about being insulted last night, so I wanted to do what I could to make my husband, the man I did truly love, feel better.

I called John at 11:30 and told him lunch would be ready on the patio at noon. When he walked out I had sandwiches, potato salad and cokes on the table. I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and sat down. John started to apologize and I stopped him. I reminded him that we had discussed our nearly impossible situation and that we both had agreed with Kevin's offer.

I did not mention that it had proven much more embarrassing and actually a lot more sexually exciting and rewarding to me than any of us had imagined. When I told John I loved him very much and that I still wanted him as my partner for life he got up and gave me a warm, delicate kiss, saying, "I love you Pam."

I reminded John of my appointment at the gym that night and after a light dinner out I dropped him off at our house and drove myself to the gym. Going into the gym for my regular workout there was a note on my locker to report "immediately" to Dr. Sylvia Graham. I waited until later to get my workout clothing on and went straight to her office. The door was open and when she saw me she waved for me to come in and sit down on her examination table.

She said my trainer had very good reports of my exercise program and my positive attitude toward becoming the woman Mr. Richards wanted. She gave me a quick exam for ***** pressure, heart and lung sounds, weight and general condition. She was pleased with everything and stated that the program was on track and I needed to continue to build muscles, trim my waist and legs, losing just a few more pounds of fat.

Dr. Graham examined my new piercing and said they had done an excellent job and it had already completely healed. She reminded me the tunnel was not to be removed.

The doctor had removed my top the check for heart and breath sounds. She asked me to sit up straight and hold my hands as high above my head as I could reach. She pulled out a tape measure and measured both of my breasts from side to side and from bottom to top as well as cup size. Holding both, she said she was checking density. She stated she would have my trainer continue to build my chest muscles that support and position my breasts.

Dr. Graham told me that Mr. Richards wanted my breasts enlarged as he was disappointed with my "tiny" 34B's. I told her I did not want any surgery and she said that was not what they had in mind. A friend of hers was a scientist that had been working on a non surgical method for a woman to increase her breasts. He had designed some chemicals that worked only on the milk ducts.

She said the breast does not have any muscles (except for tiny ones in the nipples), so no amount of exercise will change their appearance. Milk ducts carry the milk to the nipple from the milk glands. The system of milk glands and ducts resembles several bunches of grapes: the glands are the grapes, the ducts are the stems. Like grapes come in bunches, the milk glands and ducts also are organized into several clusters that are called lobes. The breast actually has 15-20 of these lobes or grape bunches in it.

From outside, the lobes feel like little nodes or lumps especially before menstruation. The space in between the lobes is filled with connective and fatty tissue. Fat also surrounds the whole system of milk ducts and glands. Usually the breasts of young women are mainly glandular tissue and that is why their breasts are firmer. The softer the breasts are, the more fat they contain.

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The scientist had found that it was nearly impossible to chemically increase the amount of fat, and that it was possible to increase the number, size and productivity of the milk ducts and glands. This could be done by inducing hormones which caused the breasts to think the body was pregnant. The problem had been to develop the accurate hormone and find the correct amount of dosage that effected nothing except the milk ducts and glands.

The doctor had been discussing it with the scientist and with Mr. Richards. They had all agreed that she would start a regiment of ingesting this hormone and that Dr. Graham would monitor her body for any changes. I was informed that the three times a week I come in for a workout, there would be two capsules given to me by my trainer to take in his presence. It was apparent that they wanted to make certain I took those pills.

I asked if they would have any other effect on me and Dr. Graham said that it would only affect my breasts and she would be monitoring me weekly to see any changes in size. Handing me two capsules and a cup of water, she had me take my first dose. I was then sent to catch up with my trainer and he was sitting on a stool waiting for me. He said we had a lot to do and had to get busy.

We started as usual with stretching and warm up exercises. They were followed by almost two hours of strenuous exercises. I showered and got back into my street clothes to drive home.

Tuesday John and I spent the day together along the beach. Lunch in a small café and barefoot walks in the sand helped us become closer to each other in many ways. Holding hands as we went back to the car and a slow drive home. At my husbands request, we slept in different rooms and never had discussed what had happened between Kevin and me at the bar after her left or the way John was insulted publically by Kevin.

Working around the house on Wednesday I was preparing myself for another night at the gym. Again, I drove myself and went straight to my locker. Changing into my workout clothing, I met my trainer in the exercise room. Before he even said hello, he handed me two capsules and a cup of water. I knew these had to be for my breast enhancement. He told me my first appointment with the doctor would be Friday evening. Our warm up and exercise went as normal.

I had expected a call or email from Kevin all week, especially after his inspecting my body modifications and what he had done to my husband. It wasn't until noon on Friday when John received an email from Kevin. He did not send me a copy. John was allowed to tell me about some of it, but not to show me the entire message.

John was to take me back to the Red Rose Parlor at exactly noon on Sunday. Kevin said it was for a "CHECK-UP." I was not to be told anything else, but I must follow the instructions of the staff when we arrived. John said he was told that he had to take me in and then to go sit in the waiting room until they had finished with his directions.

Friday evening I went to the gym early as I had to see Dr. Graham. She was alone and had me sit on the exam table and remove my blouse and bra. Asking many general questions, she massaged both breasts, stating they appeared to already become firmer. The doctor said she did not expect this for a couple weeks.

Using the measuring tape she discovered a slight expansion, not much, but a definite expansion. I was to continue with the same dosage and see her again the following Friday. She gave me two more capsules and water which I quickly swallowed. I was then excused and sent to my trained for my standard workout.

Saturday was a day of rest and time with my loving husband. Even after these years and everything that had happened, we did truly love each other. Being with Kevin we had discovered weaknesses in each other but our basic love remained the same. Yes, I was disappointed in my husbands manhood. No, I had not told John about the fantastic sex I had learned about and shared with Kevin. Somehow my mind was separating my love for my husband and sex with my lover and Master. I don't know how much longer this could go on.

Sunday morning we got up early, John wearing Dockers and a sports shirt as it was a beautiful, warm day. I put on a flowing summer skirt that went below my knees and a flower covered blouse. John had told me Kevin had instructed me to wear no bra or panties, so I did as I was told.

As we were approaching the Salon, John said it was early and he would like something to eat. I agreed just as we pulled into an IHOP. My husband had a full breakfast while I ordered some Swedish Pancakes and 2% milk.

I went to the ladies room and returned to find our breakfast was already on the table. We finished our meal and I washed down mine with a glass of milk. What I did not know at that time was that while I was away from the table, John had dissolved a tablet in my milk. Kevin had sent it to him with instructions that I was to take it about thirty minutes prior to noon, when we arrived at the Salon.

Apparently it was stronger than expected. John and I drove out of the IHOP and had not yet arrived when I fell soundly asleep in the car.

The next thing I remember was waking up in a brightly lit room. One of the new attendants was having me sit up and try to ***** some water through a straw. I felt no pain, but my mind was clouded and I could not focus.

John was holding my right hand, and I could see tears running down his cheeks. He was mumbling, "I love you so much...I am so sorry...please forgive me...I love you.

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Remembering the bright Red Rose light the last time I was in the salon, I began to become afraid. Squeezing Johns hand I asked what had happened? What time is it? I didn't even remember arriving at the Red Rose.

He explained about the surprise tablet Kevin had told him to give me before we arrived. He was told it was to help me relax and that was all it would do. John said, "When we arrived two men came to the car with a gurney and after strapping you down securely, took you into the building. I was not allowed to follow and was directed into a waiting room with coffee and a TV set on CNN news. That was about noon. It is now a little after 2."

My husband continued to explain, "I tried to see where you were and what was happening but discovered that I was locked in the room by myself. There was no phone or windows so I just had to wait. It was a little before two when a woman opened my door and told me I could see you now. I followed her as she brought me in here while you were still asleep. A man, apparently the one that did the procedure showed me what Mr. Richards had instructed."

John told me that they only had one procedure to do. It seems that they had added another piercing with a flesh tunnel similar and below the one they had done earlier. That placed two on my left labia minora evenly spaced. Then they went to my right side and did the same. I now had two piercings with flesh tunnels or spacers on both sides, all just two inches apart.

They had removed my hanging insignia and even the one inch ring in the first tunnel. Next they had inserted one ring in each tunnel, but they were bigger, approximately one and one half inches in diameter and welded permanently closed in place. Inside the stainless steel tunnels, the rings were strong enough to hold heavy objects.

John was near tears when he said they completed by bringing all four rings together and placing all as one in a strong solid steel, keyed Master padlock. This prevented any access to my pussy.

Each labia was folded over the other and now firmly locked closed. John was informed that the only two keys were in the possession of Mr. Richards. He had left a message with the salon that he would be contacting "Pam and John" later in the week. Right now, we were told to go home and rest. For some reason Kevin had said, "Tell Pam she in no longer allowed to color or cut her hair, not even a trim." I would have to cancel my regular hair color and cut.

At least the massive amount of local anesthetic had made my entire crotch now totally without any sensation, so I felt no pain. I felt strange being totally numb all across my pussy, stroking myself, I could not feel anything.

Monday went normally except neither John nor I mentioned the latest addition to my body. It did feel uncomfortable, but less so than being poked with the "K" insignia at nearly every step. I just felt as if someone was pulling down on my inner lips when I stood or walked. The padlock was heavy, hauling down relentlessly stretching my labia.

In a subtle manner it was erotic and sexually exhilarating. I wondered if that was the reason for this contrivance to be installed, to keep me stimulated. It was something I would have to get used to if Kevin wanted this chastity device to remain holding me closed.

Several time I caught myself touching and maneuvering the rings and lock. I kept thinking about Kevin and his large rigid cock and broad shoulders. There was no doubt that this masculine man had lit a huge fire in me. I often dreamed of him and thought about how he had taken and used me in a manner I would have hated a few months ago. His power and strength were so fascinating, they were so desirable. When he controlled me, I melted and wanted nothing more than to please this ex Marine.

That evening I got dressed to go to the gym. John suggested I not go until Kevin removed the padlock. I reminded him that this "game" was not being played by our rules. Kevin would decide what would happen and when. There was no reason for me to tell my husband how much I was now craving Kevin, his authority over me and especially the way he fucked me.

I arrived early and changed in the locker room into my workout bra and my shorts. I had to wear two pair of panties to support the heavy padlock. I also noticed the bra was a little tight. Since I had washed it over the weekend, perhaps it had shrunk a little.

My trainer began by telling me that if my "padlock" became uncomfortable or got in the way to let him know and he would change the routine. So even he knew about what I was now wearing between my legs. The stretching routine went fine as did most of the workout. Jumping jacks did cause me to rearrange the lock a few times.

The week passed and there was no contact from Kevin. My workouts continued as did my check ups with Dr. Graham. One thing was added, a run every day. I was to begin with one mile and expand the distance every day. This went on for several weeks and still no contact from Kevin. I was actually missing him and developing an intense craving for him in a very sexual way.

I had tried to masturbate several times but the rings rubbed against my clit and kept me from reaching orgasm. I became so excited that one night I asked John to eat me and play with me. Poor John, although he tried, his tongue would not part my lips and he couldn't touch my clit. His feeble efforts just made things worse for me.

We were finished with the fourth week after my new padlock was installed when Dr. Graham was doing her routine check up and again she measured my breasts. This time she smiled and congratulated me. I asked for what reason. She said that I had grown a full cup size to a C and was definitely firmer. The hormones were working. She told me to continue with the tablets and we would see further development soon. She said she could actually feel the glands developing. I would need to stop off on the way home and buy some new bras.

When I finished my workout and had a shower, I went to my locker and found a note from Kevin. I was overjoyed and hoped he want to see me soon. Wonderful, he said he was going to pick me up at my house Saturday at noon and I would be returned on Monday morning. He told me to wear 4 inch black heels, fine black fishnets on a matching garter belt. I was not to wear any bra and a thin silk blouse with a knee length A-line skirt. I was not to wear any panties.

Just the thought of dressing like this for this manly and handsome man got me excited. I already pictured him unlocking my pussy and him fucking me and filling me with his cum. I had not told him, but I did go to a doctor and obtained some birth control pills. I certainly wanted his sex, but not his baby.

I informed my husband that I would be leaving at noon on Saturday without him and would see him about noon on Monday. I told him not to worry and that I would be alright. He wanted to confront Kevin but I told him that I did not want him to leave the house when Kevin arrived to get me. He promised.

I had spent all of Saturday morning getting ready, dressing just right and combing my hair now down to the middle of my back. I had normally worn it just to my shoulders. I was not happy with the now "mousy" looking brown color that had not been touched up in over a month. I washed up my lock and rings and was even able to insert a small douche and clean out my internal body and uterus.

The car drove up at exactly noon and I quickly walked out before John changed his mind. I was shocked to have a very attractive woman open the door for me and then get into the drivers seat. I did not ask any questions and she did not talk at all. She drove me straight to Kevins house and with the press of a button opened the garage door. She drove in and closed the door before she came around to get me.

As we entered the house, Kevin met us and gave the driver a passionate kiss and cupped her breasts with his huge, strong hands. He then turned to me and kissed me just as passionately.

He then looked at me and said, I want to introduce you to my wife, Theresa.

He was married and he must have told her about me. Should I be jealous or angry? Should she be jealous or angry?

Kevin told me to follow him as he went into the main room and continued talking as if his wife was not following behind. He complimented me on the excellent results I have obtained at the gym and jogging. He knew I had lost four inches off my middle and firmed my abs and legs. Kevin said he was proud of me increasing my bust from a B to a C and told me he wanted to see me as a D. All this said and his wife had still remained silent.

He noticed my startled expression and told me that Theresa was not only his wife, but also his first sub and sex slave. He snapped his fingers and she dropped to her knees and pulled out his dick. She began stroking it and sucking on it as if it was her greatest wish. Kevin said, "Pam, you may never become such a sub or a slave or as deeply in this life style as Theresa, but you will be my cunt and a pet for me to play with, won't you?"

I thought about the wonderful way he made me feel and the total ********** he had obtained from his wife and nodded, yes.

He snapped his fingers again and his wife put away his dick and zipped his pants back up. She then walked away without saying anything and sat in a small chair in the corner.

Kevin called me to him and told me to hold up my hair as he placed a two inch wide leather dog collar around my neck; a necklace for his pet. He pulled it fairly tight, unlike jewelry, yet feeling appropriate for me when I am with Kevin. It gave me the strangest feeling as if I was really his pet, an ****** that he had trained. I hate to admit it, but it felt good. It put me into the frame of mind to be Kevin's slut. I liked it.

He had me stand still as he pulled some keys out of his pocket. Looking through them, I was hoping they would allow me to open my sex. He had me spread my feet apart and tried a couple of the keys until I heard a sharp click. The padlock was open for the first time in over a month.

He pushed me forward across the back of an overstuffed sofa and raised the back of my skirt. My ass and pussy was now fully exposed to Kevin. One hand slid between my legs and made certain my rings were apart. A finger pressed into me as I leaned further over and moaned as he dropped his pants and pushed his semi-erect penis against my budding, moist flower. Oh god, I wanted him.

I wanted him in me now and immersed in my cunt. Looking back over the sofa I could see his wife watching with a blank stare on her face.

Kevin asked me. "Do you want this cock??

I had to control myself to keep from begging, "Yes, I want you."

"Do you want me to fuck that cunt that belongs to your husband," he asked

Beginning to beg as my body was demanding him, "Yes, please, I need you, now!"

"Is that cunt mine now, bitch? Tell me..."

I was about to cry with tremendous sexual craving mixed with embarrassment. "Oh god, yes this cunt is yours. Use it, fuck it, take it."

He said he had missed my tight cunt and he couldn't wait to fill it for me. Kevin is not a placid sexual lover. He fucks, not makes love. He slammed into me from behind and his large cock did fill me with every stroke.

I held both of my tits and pulled severely on my nipples. Feeling the newly firm and enlarging breasts I pinched myself, loving the pain.

Almost immediately I had a powerful orgasm, one that had been building for four weeks. Before he shot his sperm into my cunt I had two more climaxes that shook me to the bone. Oh god, could he fuck? He was fantastic!

When I was with him I didn't want him to make love to me. I wanted him to use me. My body responds to him in such a shameless way. I become a true slut for him. I tightened down on his cock with all of the strength I had in my pussy. I tried to squeeze him and to milk him as he pumped into me. Time stood still when he exploded into me. The warm fluid did fill me to overflowing and we collapsed onto each other, catching our breath.

Kevin got up off of me and told me to lie down on the sofa and get some rest. Tonight, he was taking me to my very first D/s Auction. He said he would tell me about it later.

As I laid down and covered myself with a light blanket, he took his wife and went off into another room. After that magnificent sex, I immediately collapsed into a deep *****, not even thinking about what was going to happen tonight.

It was dark when Kevin shook me, telling me it was time to get ready. He told me to shower and put back on exactly what I was wearing. I also took some time putting on some makeup, lipstick and combing my hair, several inches longer than when Kevin had seen me the last time. He yelled for me to meet him in his room. Taking me by the arm, he took me into his large bathroom where his wife was waiting.

"I am glad to see you have grown your hair out for me. I still want it longer and I want you to change the color. My wife has everything she needs to give you the proper "slut" look I want for you this evening. Without a word, she began a bleaching and then coloring of my hair. I ended up like Marilyn Monroe, a golden blonde. I have to give Theresa credit for doing an excellent job and very quickly. She even lightened and shaped my eye brows.

Kevin said he was pleased and had me model for him. Taking my hands, he fastened black leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles then led me to the garage. He wife followed. Kevin and his still silent wife sat in the front seat of his sedan and put me in the back by myself. We drove out and onto the freeway to my first D/s Auction.

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We drove for over one hour during which Kevin told me about the organization which is putting on the party and auction happening tonight. Several couples had a group in a major city where everyone was into various forms of BDSM. One couple had a ***** which became very ill and was cared for at a *****ren's hospital that treated many poor families. The group began having events to raise money to help the kids in need. The information about their charity programs spread to other BDSM groups and they now have semi-annual joint events to raise funds for this charitable cause.

The event allowed members of over 50 private groups all by personal invitation. Kevin and his wife were always invited since they were active and long-time members of a local BDSM group. They were allowed to bring a "sub" a "sex-slave" or a "pet" going through training. In this case, that was to be me. Those attending were charged $100.00 per couple and during the auction everything collected went into a fund totally going to the *****ren's hospital. I asked more about the auction and how it was run but Kevin said that would be explained when it began. He did state that both Theresa (his wife) and I would be a part of the auction.

Arriving, as a "sub" or "slave" I was taken directly to a "processing room" with Theresa. She put on her dress for the evening with her makeup and I was straightened up in my own dress. I was wearing the same thing I was directed to wear to Kevin's house. I was told to be dressed in my garter belt and fishnet hose and my leather collar and wrist and ankle and nothing else. I was not to wear a bra or even a top of any kind fully exposing my breasts, pussy and ass. As I was finishing, Kevin came in and had me sit on a stool and spread my legs. He took his padlock and fastened all four of my pussy rings together, closing me off. It began very embarrassing until I discovered many other subs, slaves and pets wearing even less and many in strict fetish bondage gear. The metal breast plates, piercings and chains hanging from various parts of their bodies, I felt very fortunate.

Theresa brought a small case with what she was to wear. I was shocked to see that her only top was a heavy and shiny silver chain with two clamps which snap into her pierced nipples. It hung down and looped to her naval. She did have bikini panties and fishnet hose matching her 4 inch heels.

Once we were dressed as Kevin wanted, we put on a name tag of our "owner" and our "pet" or "slave" names. Our task was then to walk among the crowd of almost 100 people just like all of the other subs and slaves. Everyone was allowed to touch us, check our owners name, caress our breasts and anywhere else they wanted. Many were interested in and examined my pad lock. It was all to build up the excitement and interest in the auction.

The first two hours was a cocktail period for everyone to socialize, check out the subs and to get a little high on the champagne or harder ******. In two dark corners there was a constant strong aroma of marijuana. Theresa and I had been given much more than our share of *******. I was at the point of being smashed.

While walking through the crowded area around the stage, Theresa was stopped by a man that I discovered was on the school board. He mentioned an award Kevin was to receive for his successful ten years as principle of the High School.

Listening in I overheard that Kevin had a very formidable political base to support him. He had built the backing of several groups by constructing several wind generators with grants from individuals. The environmentalists love the decrease in the use of fuel operated generators. The fiscal faction on the school board loved the energy savings costs of over $60,000.00 per year, and Kevin made certain they received the public credit.

Kevin built support from the teachers union by cutting operational costs and thus saving at least three teaching positions. He was also known for his backing of the teaching staff in various conflicts. Yes, Kevin was in a strong position with the backing of all of the political groups in the school district. If John or Pam had filed a complaint against him, it would soon be lost and forgotten.

With a loud voice, a man stood up on the stage and told all pets, subs and slaves to return to our owners. It took awhile to find Kevin and he complimented both of us for meeting and impressing many guests and Doms. Several had found him and wanted to know what was being auctioned for Theresa and myself and the estimated price. Strangely, I was really proud of the positive comments I had received considering the number of beautiful women that would be auctioned that evening.

A man came up to Kevin and they greeted each other like long lost friends. Kevin told him he was still married to Theresa and she had become his slave. He also told him that I was now his sub in training. The way he was talking to his friend about us was as if we were owned possessions and certainly not like women. As I should have expected, we were Kevin's pets. I later discovered that his friend was a longtime member and a leader in the BDSM community named Robert Taylor and he had brought two of his slaves. They were standing behind Master Taylor and almost looked like twins, long blond hair and beautiful bodies. They were in their mid thirties and based upon their proper stance and heads dropped appeared to be well trained.

The announcer greeted everyone and we formed around the large round stage. After welcoming the groups he reminded the Masters about the charity and asked them to be generous with their subs and slaves and with their own bids. He informed the group the first item to auction has been donated by Master Robert Taylor.

Some men were positioning two large, heavy wooden stands on both ends of the stage. They appeared to be stocks similar to those used in the Inquisition in early America. The two slaves stepped onto the stage as the men raised the upper bar which was hinged on the right end. Without hesitation they both stood behind one and bent forward placing their heads and hands across the bar. The men closed the top bar tightly holding their heads and arms firmly with them bending a full 90 degrees, ass held out and up behind them. The men took the slaves legs and attached a short chain to a ring in the floor, causing them to hold their feet over three feet apart.

The men brought in long leather legging and wrapped them around the slaves legs. They held their legs straight, accentuating their ass up and out and holding them in a steady position. A dark, cloth mask was placed over both of their faces, preventing them from seeing anything. I was amazed at the total obedience of them both. Yes, they were well trained. I wondered if Kevin wanted me to someday become a well trained slave like these two. A small stand was placed next to each slave with several types of lube, Kleenex and a stack of both damp washcloths and dry towels were conveniently placed.

The announcer stated that Masters and Mistresses will probably would get horny during the evening and these two slaves would remain on the sides of the stage and act as "cum receptacles." If any Master or Mistress felt the need to relieve themselves, for a small donation of only $25.00 they could shoot one load into the slaves cunts or asses. All money would of course go to the charity fund. Master Taylor received a round of applause from the audience.

After the two slaves were locked in place, the spectators attention was brought back to the center of the stage and the announcer. He said the first item up for bid was a well trained slave owned by a long time member from the south end of our state. The Master sent her up on the stage as the announcer said this slave was being offered for four hours beginning at the close of bidding. She was an older slave, perhaps forty, with long legs and a face that showed a difficult life. She was in a summer dress and did not appear to be a slave. They said she was to do anything requested by the bidder with the only exception would be no injury or permanent marks would be allowed.

The first bid was $100.00 and was immediately followed by $125 and $150. Kevin said this was a very low bid and would be seen as an insult by both the slave and her Master. Kevin bid $500 not because he wanted her, but to raise the bidding.

A Mistress on the front row bid $550.00 and it continued until they reached $775. The bidding closed with a short, fat Master going on the stage to collect his winnings. He turned her around and unzipped her dress and had her step out of it. She was now only in panties and a standard bra. She was barefoot and her hands placed behind her back and fastened with silver handcuffs. Kevin said he felt sorry for her because the winning bidder was known for treating his winnings very roughly. He placed a collar around her neck and attaching a leash, led her off the stage and down the hall to one of many private rooms.

The next slave to be auctioned was a very young woman named "Pussy" about 20 years old and was in her first year of training by a Mistress. She was wearing an elastic tube top, very short skirt, a thong that flashed as she moved. She had on stay up hose and high heels. On her wrists and ankles were leather cuffs with a matching collar. This sub would be offered for two hours of unlimited sex play. She was being trained to serve both men and women and Kevin said this one would draw high bids. He was right. The first bid was $500 and it ended up at $1,100.00 by an older Mistress.

Attaching a leash, she led her off down the hall to another private room. Following behind was a male slave. I wondered what was going to happen in that room.

It was then the first Master went to one of the slaves in the stocks. He looked at the on the left side and then went to the one on the right side. He placed his donation in a jug on the side table and unzipped his pants. He was already erect and coated his prick with one of the lubes. He appeared to have only one goal, to shoot his load into the bound slaves sex cavern. He jammed it in and she yelled out in pain, which he ignored. It only took about two minutes of him pumping and her screaming before he exploded into her body. He pulled out, washed himself off and even wiped off her cunt. Drying them both, he walked off the stage as she continued to cry.

Kevin pulled me to him and quickly removed the pad lock between my legs. He pulled on my labia, opening me. It felt good. He then went up on the stage and whispered something to the announcer. Coming back, he took me by the arm and had me stand in front of a chair which a man had brought out to center stage. I was told to remain still and was actually too frightened to move. Was Kevin going to auction me off to someone for them to use and ***** me? Kevin told me that he wanted me to get a "small touch" of being a sex object. Looking me directly into my eyes he said, "If you don't want to be auctioned off to be used in one of the private rooms, do exactly what you are told."
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The announcer said that Master Kevin was offering a very new, untrained sub for a show. He told me to stand in the middle of the stage and to "strip." I knew I had to do what I was ordered to do. I removed the few items I had on and for the first time stood totally naked in front of a crowd of strangers. My knees were shaking and I didn't know where to put my hands.

The announcer said that if anyone would donate $200.00, Master Kevin would have me do something I had never done before. He would have me sit in the chair and masturbate to orgasm for the audiences pleasure. A long pause and then a woman in the group said she would donate $300 if she would be allowed to "help" me get off right there in public. A round of applause was followed by Kevin's approval.

The woman was about 40 years old, thin and attractive in her bright red vinyl body suit and very high heels. She came onto the stage and caressed all of my body. Her vinyl gloves felt strange as it went over my breasts and up my inner thighs. The audience seemed to enjoy it as they cheered her on.

As she sat me on the chair, my hands were placed on the solid arms and my legs were separated. I noticed a man moving off to my left. At first I thought she was coming toward me, but he went to the second woman in the stocks. I guess seeing me treated this way had excited him to the point he needed to have a climax. As the other man did, he used some lube and then placed his hard cock against her ass. She yelled out for him to fuck her cunt. He continued into her ass.

It was then I felt a hard, cold thing placed against my pussy. It had been lubed and as it started to be pushed into me the vibration began. Oh god, that felt good. She really knew how to place it at the most sensitive places that light my erotic fires.

As the Mistress continued to spread my knees apart and fuck me with the warming and vibrating dildo, the screaming of the woman being taken up her ass drowned out the applause. The faces of the men and women watching me being used along with the wonderful feeling of the dildo, and now the sounds of the Master anally using the woman in the stocks quickly brought me to an orgasm. I should have been ashamed and embarrassed, but I was becoming a slut, Kevin's depraved slut.

Grasping both of my breasts, I pulled and pinched my nipples. I looked him directly in the eyes and we shared a smile. I shook inside and out as I exploded with my first public orgasm.

As I collapsed in a heap recovering from the powerful climax, I felt a man take me by my arms and lay me flat on the floor, kicking the chair off to the side. It was a wooden stage and the floor was flat and hard. It was very uncomfortable. I looked up and saw the Mistress who had given me my first lesbian masturbation walking away.

The man moving me was Robert Taylor, the friend of Kevin. He had removed his pants and had a huge cock almost fully erect and close to twice the size of my husbands dick. He spread my legs and crawled in between them and holding his cock, pointing it at my much smaller pussy. It was obvious he had made a contribution to the charity in return for using me. I never even heard them bidding on me. We were on the stage, visible to the entire audience.

I had a flash of fear thinking that his member would never fit in me. Master Taylor said, "A little bigger than what you're used to. But don't worry we'll get it in somehow." He laughed delightedly as I almost ****** with shock just viewing the immense pulsating cock, still in a state of confusion from my previous orgasm. Kevin looked over at us and grinned at Master Taylor's obvious plan to fuck me. From this moment on, time was no longer linear. Looking up, all I could see or feel was his body above me, coming closer and closer.

My consciousness was a kaleidoscopic of images and erotic sensations. My body seemed to melt and flow out into space, as if I was looking down on myself. I never tried to fight him off, knowing this was Kevin's wish. All fear had vanished into that feeling of empty space. I had surrendered to the universe.

As Master Taylor pressed the head of his manhood into the opening folds of my vaginal cavity he said, "You are so beautiful, your cunt is so tight, grab me with it." He entered me deeper and deeper with slow, firm and unhurried strokes. He said, "Oh yes, milk my cock." I tightened down on him with all the strength in my cunt every time he went deeper into me. Each time I did, it produced a smile and groan from the stranger taking me for his pleasure.

Throughout my mental and emotional fog I heard Kevin say to Mr. Taylor, "I knew you would love that; she can squeeze your cock with her cunt as if she was using her hands." The strangers only response was a moan as I tightened down on him just as he pressed his pubic bone against mine, fully entering my body.

Kevin whispered into my ear, "Squeeze him, Pam; show him what you can do." The stranger gave a loud growl as I complied. Kevin was kneeling down beside me as Mr. Taylor was on me and increasing the speed and ***** of his strokes. Kevin reached in between us and found my erect nipples and began teasing and pinching them. "Are you really hot now Pam?" he asked. "The audience is impressed at your performance. It must be his huge cock, filling you to overflowing."

I couldn't get the strength to answer, even when he asked, "How does his hard cock feel immersed inside you?" I nodded and only came out with an intense groan, my hips jerking to meet his thrusts, *****fully clenching him with every stroke.

Master Taylor grasped my shoulders and pushed me saying, "Pam, lay flat and open those legs for me." The powerful man moved even closer, pressing fully against me with every stroke. He seemed larger than life as he had opened me further than I considered possible. As he rose up on his elbows, his eyes feasted lewdly on every swelling curve of my female form. His strong hands moved over my torso to clasp all of my exposed flesh and onto my sloping and humping hips. My body was completely stretched awkwardly out on the cold hard floor. He sank heavily into my cunt. Then I felt it. His cock reached further into me than any had before. I felt was the opening of my uterus actually fluttering! I have never felt that before.

He massive cock rubbed against my G-spot and my swollen clit with every stroke. I was about to have yet another orgasm when I felt him growing harder and about to erupt. My palpitating cunt tightened on him and began to suck out his climax. I tightened down, clasping my lips as he pushed all the way into me and held my ass with both of his hands. My pussy was firmly against him as I felt the explosion of this sperm shooting into my womb. I faintly remember yelling out as if I was a wounded ******.

I don't know how long we laid there, but I remember Kevin picking me up and carrying me to a seat in his private booth. The first thing I remember him saying was that I was a "fantastic bitch" and would be his best sub. He told Teresa to take me to the ladies room and get me cleaned up. Without speaking to me, she helped me walk to the ladies room and gave me several towels to wash myself. A quick cleaning and she escorted me back to Kevin.

Offering me a tall glass of water, Kevin explained that he had not planned anything with Mr. Taylor. When I was being masturbated by the woman, he offered to contribute $500 to the charity if Kevin would allow him to fuck me. It was a good opportunity to test me and to gain more money for the charity. Kevin said how impressed he was and that he had decided to take me home.

All three of us went to the car and they drove me home. I was instructed to tell John everything, including how much I enjoyed being used by a man and a woman. As they let me off at the house, they said they would be away for a month and I was to continue with the gym, running and the doctors program for breast enhancement. Kevin said he would contact me when they returned.
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I walked into the house to find John sitting on the sofa waiting for me. He looked closely at my scanty, disheveled bra and panties. He said, "I hope you had a good time." I smiled and said, "I had a wonderful time." Sitting next to my husband I told him everything that happened, including the fact that I had a wonderful orgasm several times. John asked if I "liked what happened" to me. Without hesitation, I told John I LOVED it. He did not respond. I then walked to our bedroom and showered and went to bed alone in an old granny gown.

John poured himself another ***** and went into the garage where he pulled out a box he had stored among his tools. Taking it back to the house he sat on the sofa and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a shiny, new Colt 45 single action revolver. It had a stag handle and was wrapped carefully. Always unloaded, John took out his cleaning kit and cleaned, polished and oiled this classic hand gun. He opened an old box of shells and loaded it, getting the feel of the ****** he had not fired since before he and Pam had been married. Satisfied all was in order he wrapped it and placed it back in its hiding place.

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Monday almost noon was the first time I saw John. I knew my husband needed time to digest what I had told him had happened at the Auction and my reaction to it. Surprisingly, John was in a cheerful mood. He said he had thought about the entire arrangement we both had made with Kevin and said that he should have understood what I was having to experience for the good of both of us. He did not mention how my attitude and feelings about becoming Kevin's sub had become both positive and unquestionable. I think we both knew that I was beginning to love assuming the role of his sub and truly enjoying being a submissive.

John and I had a friendly and happy afternoon in the back yard. I prepared a picnic and we both laughed and talked like a couple that had just gotten married and were deeply in love. John avoided my personal feelings and did not ask how I felt about becoming almost a sex slave to Kevin. I of course did not bring up that subject either. What we did talk about was what we would do the rest of the summer and how much we both wanted to get back into our classrooms with our students.

I noticed it was getting late and I needed to get in my required run before I went to the gym. Changing into my shorts and sports bra, I took off for a jog that lasted over an hour. My body was getting stronger and I was able to run greater distances and faster. In addition, I was looking and feeling better. Since Kevin had replaced my pad lock, I was unable to have sex with John of even to caress my clit for self gratification. This proved to be an effective chastity belt. It did not take too long to get used to the cumbersome lock pulling down on my labia, especially if I wore two pair of heavy panties to carry the weight. I did become very horny and easily became aroused as the lock moved across my pussy and bounced against my always enlarged clit.

At five I was already home and had showered. I put on a pair of slacks and a loose sweater along with my double set of panties and my tight bra. When I got to my locker at the gym I found a note that told me to report to the doctor. This was not unusual as she kept a close eye on my medications and my physical condition. I went to her office before I changed into my workout clothing.

Doctor Graham had me sit on the exam table and gave me her usual exam. She had me remove my sweater and bra and began taking exact measurements. She told me that Kevin was disappointed in the slow progression of my breast enlargement. He had even mentioned breast implants. Dr. Graham told him she would like to give the hormone treatment a better chance to work, keeping everything natural. She told Kevin that she had a few ideas that would augment the hormones. He agreed to give it another month while he was away. He would decide what they would do later after he saw the results. I had begun as a 32B and had now become a full 34D. Dr. Graham said they were still well balanced and my frame could easily stand larger breasts. They felt heavy to me as they now were, but she said I would soon get used to the increased weight. She said she wanted to give the milk ducts an opportunity to fill and actually produce fluids, which I discovered was also one of Kevins goals.

The doctor told me to toss away the medications I had been taking and begin with two new ones. One was a hormone about twice as strong as the previous one I was taking. The other was a sexual stimulant that has been used in Europe for many years but not yet officially approved in the U.S. I asked about any side effects and was informed that the only thing I would notice was larger breasts (my goal) and perhaps a small leakage of breast milk. There was also the possibility of becoming increasingly horny. That would be a problem as I had the chastity lock on me all of the time.

I was asked to schedule an extra half hour with the doctor on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and make it before my scheduled work out. She wanted to give the new medications a chance to work and then begin a new procedure to increase the chance for them to work. That would be explained and demonstrated at the first appointment, the next Monday, seven days off.

I was given two bottles, one of capsules and one of a liquid. The doctor now ordered them to be taken in the morning as soon as I awoke and again with my dinner. One capsule twice a day and one teaspoon twice a day was my schedule. She did outline a strict diet of protein, vegetables and fruits for my strength and my shape as well as the breast enhancement. I was then sent to my normal workout with my trainer Mr. King.

It was a long and difficult workout. I worked hard on firming my abs and decreasing waist size. The running helped shape my legs and my trainer added jumping jacks and squats to shape my legs. Mr. King said I had slipped a little and may have eaten or drank too much over the weekend. He was determined to burn those calories off of me before I went home that evening. I was exhausted when I finally went home.

I skipped dinner, gave John a loving hug and kissed him goodnight. This was my basic schedule for the next week. John was kind and never mentioned Kevin except he wanted to know when he was to return to town. John said he wanted to see him and talk about a couple things. He would never be specific about the topics; I can only assume it was about me.

A week had passed and I had my next appointment with the doctor. Following the usual exam she was smiling and said I had increased my bust almost an inch. The hormones were working. I had suspected that as I could no longer fit into my 34 D bra. I must be at least a DD. She had me remove my bra and took more exact measurements, recording them in her log. Human placental lactogen (HPL), the body releases various amounts of HPL. This hormone appears to be instrumental in breast, nipple, and areola growth before birth. This is now what I was taking.

When the breast is stimulated, prolactin levels in the ***** rise, peak in about 45 minutes, and return to the pre-breastfeeding state about three hours later. The release of prolactin triggers the cells in the alveoli to make milk. Prolactin also transfers to the breast milk. Some research indicates that prolactin in milk is greater at times of higher milk production, and lower when breasts are fuller. The doctor said she was going to assist the hormones by stimulating my breasts. She called it "induced *********."

The doctor explained that ********* can be induced by physical stimulation and by *****. It is possible to induce ********* by sucking on the nipples alone. The nipples may need to be consistently stimulated by a breast pump or actual suckling, and the breasts massaged and squeezed ("milked") to encourage the flow of milk. Temporary use of galactagogue (milk-inducing) ***** is also effective; galactagogue herbs may also be of use. Once established, ********* responds to demand. Also, some couples may use ********* for sexual purposes.

Erotic ********* refers to an individual's sexual arousal from breastfeeding. Depending on the context, the terms adult suckling, adult nursing, and adult breastfeeding can refer to the practice. The doctor said she was going to use a milking machine to develop increased milk in the glands and a flow of my own milk. Milking machines are used to harvest milk when manual milking becomes inefficient or labor intensive.

The milking unit is the portion of a milking machine for removing milk from an udder. It is made up of a claw, two teat cups, (Shells and rubber liners) long milk tube, long pulsation tube, and a pulsator. The claw is an assembly that connects the short pulse tubes and short milk tubes from the teat cups to the long pulse tube and long milk tube. Claws are commonly made of stainless steel or plastic or both. Teat cups are composed of a rigid outer shell (stainless steel or plastic) that holds a soft inner liner or inflation. Transparent sections in the shell may allow viewing of liner collapse and milk flow. The annular space between the shell and liner is called the pulse chamber.

Milking machines work in a way that is different from hand milking. Continuous vacuum is applied inside the soft liner to massage milk from the teat by creating a pressure difference across the teat canal (or opening at the end of the teat). Vacuum also helps keep the machine attached to the woman. The vacuum applied to the teat causes congestion of teat tissues (accumulation of ***** and other fluids). Atmospheric air is admitted into the pulsation chamber about once per second (the pulsation rate) to allow the liner to collapse around the end of teat and relieve congestion in the teat tissue. The ratio of the time that the liner is open (milking phase) and closed (rest phase) is called the pulsation ratio.

The two streams of milk from the teat cups are usually combined in the claw and transported to the collection bucket (usually sized to the output of one woman) in a single milk hose.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She wanted to milk me like a cow. Before I had a chance to object, she placed me on a flat table, on my stomach. The strange thing about the table was that it had a very comfortable head rest and two one-foot wide holes for my breasts to hang through.

She offered me a strap to go around my back, legs and neck, but I refused and said I would try it without being bound. As I laid flat getting comfortable with my enlarged tits swinging free, she went under the table and wiped my full tits with a cold liquid. It must have been an antiseptic or sterilizer.

She them told me that the only thing that was painful was attaching the "claws" to my nipples. I was informed that she did not expect any milk this time. She wanted me to experience the machine and get used to it as she was going to use it more and more often as my tits progressed their development.

It only took a moment until I felt the first clamp lock on to my right nipple. The tiny teeth bit into me, and was then covered with the soft rubber vacuum seal. A minute later I felt the same pain biting into my left nipple.

She stood up and told me I was now attached and asked if I was ready for the machine. The pain if the needle like teeth still was very bad, but I wanted to get this over with and told her to go ahead.

I heard a pump start up and gradually the suction began on both tits at the same time. It felt strange but actually began to feel very good. So good, the pain of the claws disappeared. I rested my head and began to enjoy this erotic feeling. The longer it was on the better it felt and more sexually aroused I became.

The doctor let it run for only five minutes and then turned it off and disconnected me. I wondered what would happen if she left my connected for much longer.

She told me to get dressed and our session was now complete. I left and was anxious for our next appointment.

When I returned home I showered and attempted to masturbate, but could not reach my clit because of the chastity belt and lock. Damn, I was horny. I went to bed without dinner, hoping to loose another pound or two for Kevin.

John stayed up, checking his calendar as to the date Kevin was to return. He knew that it would only be a day or two after he returned before he had his slave/slut, Pam, come to him. He carefully planned to turn off the garage light and follow them to where ever she was taken without them seeing him following.

He got out his "Colt" again, oiled it and made certain it was loaded before he hid it from Pam. John then went to ***** on the sofa to keep from disturbing his wife. Both of them tossed and turned thinking about what would be their future.

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It was only two days later, a Wednesday, when Pam received a phone call from Kevin. He was returning early and wanted to see her on Saturday and Sunday. He told her that John was not to join them, however John could expect her home late Sunday evening. Kevin said he would have a car pick her up at 8am. As for her apparel, she could wear something comfortable as he would have a "change of clothing" waiting for her.

Pam told John that she would be away for the weekend and that he was to remain home. His plans had to be put on hold for a later day and time. John asked if there was anything he could do to help. She asked him to get a small overnight bag out of the garage so she could take her makeup and a change of underwear. John brought it right in to her, even though she did not intend to pack for a couple of days.

The next two days passed slowly with very little conversation between John and Pam. He filled the days with TV and yard work. Pam still attended her gym appointments with her trainer, Mr. King, noting the workouts were becoming more strenuous. The doctor continued to see Pam before every workout. She examined the now size 36D breasts, measured them and applied the milking machine a little longer at every meeting.

The increasing size did not surprise Pam, but the fact that now she was actually giving milk did. It began with a few drops and has now increased to almost one half cup. Pam actually looked forward to the milking, laying on what she had now called the milking table with her head and face in the soft frame and her enlarging breasts hanging down through the two holes strategically placed for them to hang through freely. The suction cups felt good, similar to a lover kissing and caressing her nipples. She was continuing to take the tablets given to her by the doctor to increase the amount and size of her milk ducts.

During her workout, she continued to wear two pairs of panties and a thin Kotex pad to support the heavy padlock which closed off her pussy from any sexual activities. Mr. King allowed this during all of her exercises. Prior to her stretching he examined her body for any changes. He could now see her rippled abs, thanks to the 100 sit ups he demanded at every workout and the shapely legs because of several exercises, lunges, running, squats and her swimming. Her waist was three inches thinner and now only three more to go to meet Kevins requirements. An added benefit was the fact Pan actually felt better and knew she looked better.

Saturday morning arrived and Pam showered, douched and put on only her sweat pants and sweat shirt with bikini panties with a kotex pad and no bra. Slipping on her sandals Pam carefully combed her now longer golden blonde hair into a pony tail. She was beginning to see dark roots and knew coloring would soon be required. After lightly applying her makeup, she was ready to go. Picking up her overnight bag, she answered the doorbell. John never got out of his bed in the guest bedroom.

As she opened the door she was surprised to see Kevins wife/slave in a drivers uniform with a cap. They did not speak as she took Pams bag and walked her to the car. Opening the back door, Pam entered and Kevins wife went around to the drivers seat. They pulled out into the street and drove to a freeway entrance. This was not the way to Kevins house.

Nearly 30 minutes passed without a word being spoken. Pulling off the freeway, they went down a main street and into the private, underground employees parking garage of the school where they all worked. As Pam was helped out of the car, Victoria told her that she was to put on a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. Pam held out her hands as the cuffs were tightly fastened. The collar was put on next; the one she hated that did not allow her to turn her head and held her chin up high. Finally the ankle cuffs were put on and buckled snugly.

Pam was turned to face the car. Her arms were pulled behind her back and her wrists were fastened together. "Snap" a leash was attached to her collar. "Heel, bitch" Victoria said as she pulled on the leash leading Pam toward the elevator.

They got off on the second floor and walked down the familiar hall to the gym and basketball court. The lights were off in the gym except for one bright spotlight that shined directly upon a large table in the center of the wooden court. She was unable to see anything in the very dark room except for the large, flat counter. Pam was placed on her back in the middle of the cold, smooth surface after her wrist cuffs were unfastened. Quickly and efficiently her hands were fastened to the upper two corners with short chains, as were her ankles fastened to the lower corners keeping my legs spread. The tall collar prevented Pam from looking down her body and see what was happening to her.

The chains were tightened, stretching my body in four directions. Pam realized that the sweat suit, panties and shoes were not removed. As she started to ask what was going to happen, she heard Kevins deep, masculine voice say, "Hello, sweet cunt. You are my cunt, isn't that true?" Pam remembered the temporary tattoo on her mound saying just that. Kevin walked into the light next to the table.

"Yes, Sir. I am your cunt," Pam answered. "We have worked very hard at improving your body and your submissive attitude. We are not yet finished. A few changes and modifications are in your future and I want to see your attitude change from an independent intelligent woman into a true and complete sub slut. I want to see that sub slut in your appearance as well as the way you behave around me. I know you do not fully understand, that is my fault as I have not trained or tested you yet. Today, we take another small step. Today we will expose you to pain. How will you react to it? Will a minor amount affect your behavior? Will you willingly accept mild forms of ******* because you know it pleases me to see you crying and in agony? How much do you want to be my sub/slut? I will not ask you your opinion now as your actions will give me my answers."

Pam knew she must obey. She must withstand anything and everything Kevin wanted to do to her. She thought to herself, "I will be the very best sub/slut for Kevin.

"My wife/slave has developed several great skills. This morning she is going to demonstrate one of them for you. Twice I have had you ******* and *********** to have some body modifications made to you. You slept through the procedures. Now we are going to add some body jewelry without anything to relieve the hurting. What I want to see is how well you react and I want you to keep telling me you want more and that you hope I am pleased. So we will now begin."

Kevin grasped her right breast and pulled up on the sweat shirt she was wearing. Taking some seizers, he pullet it up and started cutting a large hole in the shirt above and around that breast. As he let it fall back onto her body, the entire breast and a few inches around it was totally exposed. He noticed that her nipple had become erect, a sign of arousal. Walking to the other side of the table, he did the same to the left side of her shirt.

Victoria rolled out a tray as Kevin ran some Velcro straps over Pam. Some went around her calves, others around her upper thighs. He tightened them and ran another over her waist and yet another under her arm pits and above her breasts. He tightened those so much she could hardly breathe, let alone move more than an inch. The final straps went around Pams elbows, holding her arms straight above her head. Kevin said, "I could blindfold you or give you something for the pain you are about to receive, but I want you to see what is happening and I want to hear you scream and watch you cry."

On the tray was a large bowl. Victoria reached in wearing rubber gloves and pulled out several cubes of ice. She placed several all around Pams left areola, pressing them firmly against the now erect nipple on her breast. There are several small openings arranged radially around the tip of the nipple called lactiferous ducts from where milk is released during *********. Other small openings in the areola are sebaceous glands known as Glands of Montgomery which provide lubrication to protect the area around the nipple and assist with suckling and pumping of the *********. The ice was freezing the entire area, being both painful and numbing her areola.

As the ice melted and cold water ran down Pams side onto the table, Victoria added more, then more until the bright pink color had disappeared and Pam was moaning and attempting unsuccessfully to move away. It seemed like an hour, but was closer to ten minutes until she stopped. Taking a large cotton swab, Victoria dipped it into a pan of dark liquid and coated both nipples, painting them a strange color. This was betadine to prevent infections.
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Then quickly picked up what appeared to be shiny silver gun or pliers. In less than a few seconds she placed them over the side of the areola, avoiding the tip of the nipple as well as the glands and squeezed the handle. POP it shot through her, making a small hole through Pam. She screamed and cried out as Kevin had predicted, while Victoria inserted a 1/2" round golden ring into the hole she had created. Quickly she did the same to the other breast. Again Pam screamed as the pain was severe.

Kevin walked up close to the table and asked Pan if she "enjoyed" that. He explained that he would prefer larger rings, however they would interfere with the suction cups used in her milking. Unable to speak because of the pain she just blinked her eyes and tried to smile. Victoria had picked up a hand soldering iron and sealed both rings shut, permanently. When she finished she applied another coat of Betadine. Pam saw the smile on the face of her Master and knew what He was expecting. She took a deep breath and managed to say, "Thank you, Sir."

"Excellent," said Kevin, giving Pam a kiss on the cheek. "You may now have a few minutes and Victoria will give you some plain water. Then we move on to the next step. Kevin walked away while Victoria unfastened all of her bindings and gave her some bottled water to *****.

Before she had a chance to fully recover, Pam was placed over a 6" X 6" padded wooden saw horse. Hooks on the four legs allowed Victoria to place snap locks on both her wrist and ankle cuffs, spreading her feel at least 36" apart and her head was now closely facing the floor. The large stiff collar would not allow her to turn her head or see anything behind her.

"Now I want you to tell me how you feel and what you are thinking," said the deep voice of Kevin. He must be standing directly behind Pam. She replied, "My nipples are hurting and this is a very uncomfortable position."

"Good," said Kevin, "but are you aroused and wanting me to use you?"

Thinking carefully about the proper response, Pam said, "I always am ready for you to use me." She then felt him come up against her ass, feeling his erection slip between her widely spread legs and against her most intimate spot. Pam could feel no clothing and assumed he was naked. Kevin ran the tip up and down her crack and now opening flower, spreading the cream on his erection and from her thighs back where it had originated. Pressing against her, he told Pam to ask for what she wanted. Her reply was direct, "Fuck me, Sir."

He did. He did not make love to her or simply fucked her, he slammed into her body, slapping his belly against her ass and his balls against her cunt. Her newly pierced breasts swung back and forth with his every stroke, sending pain throughout her chest. It only took a couple minutes of this vicious sex before Pam could feel an orgasm building in her body. It was then she felt his erection swell and become harder. No she thought to herself, she was about to have a climax herself, as she felt the warm fluids fill her open and unprotected womb. Kevin immediately pulled out. He left her feeling open and missing out on her own climax. Getting her breath back, she told him, "Thank you Sir."

Kevin walked around her and said, "We are just beginning." It was then she felt the first strike of a cane across her ass and then another against the back of her legs. He told Pan that she was to thank him for allowing her this *******. So as the third strike left a bright red mark on the cheeks of her ass, as she cried out in anguish, she said, "Thank you, Sir." This continued until he had marked the back of her legs from knees to her ass and totally covered both cheeks with bright red stripes.

Pam always was able to thank him, despite her screams of pain and tears streaming down her face and dropping onto the floor beneath her. Finally Kevin stopped and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. "Now you have another task which will help you forget about your caning."

He placed a blindfold over her eyes and checked to see if it was firmly in place and that she could see nothing. "I have used "my" cunt and a have a friend that became very excited watching you learning to accept pain. I want you to suck on his dick and have him fill your belly with his cum. If you spill one drop, I will allow him to cane you again and he will not be as easy as I have been.

Easy? She thought. I could never stand another caning. She knew she would take this stranger deeply into her oral cavity and suck him as much as she possible could. It did not matter who it was, she would swallow every drop.

As the tip brushed against her lips, Pan opened her mouth and began sucking on his tip. Leaning out as much as the bindings and her collar would allow she tried to get more into her mouth. He would only allow a few inches to penetrate her mouth. She sucked harder, attempting to draw him into her. She felt him grasping her head by her ears and pushed his full 6 or 7 inches into her throat, nearly gagging her. Pam held her breath as long as she could and things began to turn dark. It was then he pulled out allowing her to breathe.

The stranger started fucking her with rapid strokes fully into her throat. Pam tried the best she could to catch some air between the quick blows. Always remembering what would happen if she allowed his cum to escape, she kept her lips tightly around him and maintained a strong suction. Pams sore breasts were swinging back and forth with his every stroke.

Fortunately, he was quickly ready to finish. Pam could feel his cock expanding as he held tighter to her head. They he exploded into her mouth and throat. Swallowing every drop, Pam held her face against the strangers crotch, sucking and licking as best she could in her bondage.

Kevin, come to her face as the stranger backed away and inspected her. "You did a great job, Pam. You have accepted a caning and sucked off a stranger. I am proud of you." Pam managed a smile and had a warm feeling inside from pleasing her Master.

Kevin said you have earned a rest and something to eat. We will continue your training and testing this evening. He turned and walked away as Victoria began removing her bondage.
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Just Like My Friend



I suppose it all started after my friend told me his girlfriend liked to dress him in her clothes before sex. I couldn't quite believe it - he was masculine and muscular, a real man's man. He'd confided in me and I teased him about it unmercifully.

I mean, really? Being dressed in women's clothes? That was supposed to be a turn-on? He seemed to think so, but I couldn't see it myself. And the more I teased him the less he wanted to talk about it. Eventually, after a couple of weeks or so, we stopped getting together for ****** after work - and I suppose looking back it's not hard to see why. After weeks of laughing at him about it, I guess he'd just about had enough.

So when I bumped into his girlfriend in a nightclub months later, it came as little surprise that they'd split up. She didn't seem bitter when she told me, although there was a look in her eye that suggested she blamed me for the whole thing.

I kept my mouth shut until she asked me if I wanted to join her friends' table across the club. I did so and went and sat with the trio. I knew Gen, of course, but I had no idea who her friends were.

I was quite amazed. Gen was beautiful enough herself, her short dark bob framing her flawless face and perfect makeup well enough. She had a slender, almost boyish body with small breasts and long thin legs that tapered down to her ankles. But her friends... well, they were even more desirable. Nikki was the shortest, at about my height. Her tiny black mesh minidress showed her black underwear clearly - a satin bra, matching boyshorts and a wide black satin suspender belt which supported black stockings with a deep lace band at the top. The outfit was almost indecent, although this club tended to encourage outrageous costumes.

Becky, the long-haired blonde, was dressed severely in a black leather miniskirt, a black leather corset top which laced at the back, and black high-heeled knee-boots. She was slightly taller than me, and I noted a look of slight disdain pass across her face as Gen introduced me.

Only Sara looked pleased to see me, and gave me a crushing hug. As she did so, her breasts pressed against my chest and I could feel a corset of some sort underneath her white velvet dress. She wore white plastic go-go boots that set the outfit off, and a string of large white beads around her neck.

Only Sara chatted to me while the others drank and danced, and we became fairly close quite quickly. She told me Gen was pissed off with me about my friend, David. As I'd suspected - I'd been firmly blamed over the failure of their relationship. I laughed it off and Sara didn't press me about it.

After a few ******, I realised I was feeling slightly woozy - strange, really, because I can usually hold my *****. But for whatever reason I found my vision slightly blurred and I was a little unsteady.

Sara noticed, and suggested we head out from the club. She told me she - and the others - were supposed to be staying at Gen's house, but perhaps I could take her back to her flat instead?

Of course, I agreed. What ********** male wouldn't? We went outside and caught a cab, and as we sat in the backseat heading home, Sara's hands began to wander over my legs and thighs. But when I tried to return the favour, she simply brushed by hand off her and continued exploring my body.

I was starting to get hard, and my jeans tightened appreciably. I'm sure Sara noticed, because she started rubbing around the top of my thigh gently. She almost - but not quite - touched my stiffening dick, and I started trying to squirm my hips to place it under Sara's hand.

She was driving me mad with lust, and I could barely throw money at the taxi driver fast enough as she walked up the path to her door and opened it. I came almost running behind her, although I was still so woozy I had to watch my step or risk ending up in a heap in her garden.

Inside, I followed her to her room, where she already had a bottle of red wine open.

"I like my wine to breathe," she told me, and handed me a glass. I sipped it carefully, conscious of my ******* state.

"You know, you were awfully hard on David," she said, "Gen wasn't at all pleased with you over it. And I can't say I was impressed either."

I tried to reply, but my tongue felt numb and I found I was unable to form words. I must have looked as confused as I felt, because Sara looked carefully into my face for a moment, before laughing.

"I have a feeling it'll all be alright now though," she mused, "Everybody else will be back shortly, and I need to make some preparations."

I wanted to ask her what she was talking about, but again my deadened mouth let me down. The unsteadiness which had plagued me in the club and on the way home returned with a vengeance, and I nodded my head drowsily.

"It's OK," said Sara, "You just have a lie down on the bed here."

She led me to her bed, a king-sized affair with black satin sheets on. As I lay back, my vision dimmed, and the last thing I saw was her lifting the hem of her dress as though she were going to take it off. Despite my arousal and curiosity, I drifted off and ***** overtook me.

My wrists were aching and my thighs were going numb. That's what brought me back to the situation.

How long had I slept? I had no idea of what time it might be, and that made me groggy and a bit slow on the uptake. My thighs were pressing uncomfortably on my calves and my wrists and shoulders felt cold. Not as cold as my fingers though.

I realised I was kneeling up with my wrists attached to something. Bed posts. I was cuffed to someone's bed. And what the hell was I wearing?

I looked down my body and saw lingerie. Black and red. I looked up and around desperately, looking for an escape from the bonds. But all I saw in the room was a mirrored wall, with me perfectly framed.

I was indeed kneeling. I doubt I could have stood, not in the black leather knee boots with wicked three-inch heels. They glistened against black stockings which whispered up to my thighs where they ended in deep bands of black lace.

Suspenders, taut and black, led up past a scandalous pair of whore-red mesh and lace knickers which were tight across my buttocks and rubbing my cock softly. I began to get hard but suddenly stiffened as I saw the baby-doll my stockings were attached to.

It was black, and backless, with a short frilled lace skirt. Up the front ran a satin panel which slithered across my tummy and chest. The lacy bra was far from full, but the gathered satin and lace worked magic on my nipples. Long suspenders stretched down each side of my legs, tugging my stocking tops.

I tried to fight my arousal - what if someone should come into the room and find me like this? Chained up, dressed in stockings, knickers, boots and baby-doll... and sporting a throbbing erection. The shame might **** me, but it was more likely I'd have to live as a laughing stock.

I thought frantically, trying to dredge my memory for any clues as to where I was and how I'd gotten here. The last thing I remembered was... was... Sara undressing.

Was I still in Sara's room? I couldn't remember much about it. I'd been too busy gazing at her, hoping to lay her, to have noticed the decor. The sheets were satin, and Sara had had satin sheets on her bed, but I couldn't remember if it was even the same bed.

And amid all the confusion, I had another problem. What to do about my cock, which was now tenting my red knickers. I tried not to think about it, but every movement seemed to slide my knickers across the sensitive underside and tip. I closed my eyes and moaned in frustration. I shuffled my knees forward, shifting my weight until I could press my cock against the satin-covered headboard.

As I began moving my hips, delicious feelings coursed through my pole as the mesh and satin conspired to tease me towards orgasm. Just as I thought I might be able to get off that way, I heard a door open behind me. I tried, ridiculously, to draw myself into a ball. Unable to see who it was, and utterly terrified it might be someone I know, I tried to make myself as small as possible. That wasn't really possible with the manacled wrists, and all I managed to do was rattle the short chains and draw attention to myself.

"Oh god! You startled me," a voice said. My heart sank. Sara.

"Look it's not what you think," I said, "I've no idea what happened last night or how I ended up like this. I'm not even sure where I am although I do remember coming back to yours - is this your place?"

I looked up at her, and saw she was grinning. And looking me over, in a critical sort of way. She seemed to be sizing me up, and her grin slid into a thin predatory smile of satisfaction.

I looked in the mirror and saw I was wearing dramatic, over-the-top makeup. My black false lashes had diamante tips that glistened as I turned into the light. Heavy black kohl and silver and red eyelids seemed to heighten the girlish contours of my face. My foundation and powder gave me a china doll look, although any pretence at innocence stopped ay my lips. They were masterworks of makeup, lined and coloured into a cocksucking bow. The gloss I was wearing made them impossibly red, and tiny glittery sparkles danced around my mouth.

My long hair had been let down and moulded into a feminine style which hung around my face but became a mass of curls just under my ears. They, too sparkled, and I looked closer to see I was wearing a pair of large diamante studs.

My cock was dancing in my knickers as I felt myself blush from head to toe. Here I was, dressed like a true slut, and I was ragingly hard. In front of Sara.

She moved behind me. I watched in the mirror as she kicked off her high black court shoes, and pulled her clinging black wool dress over her head before dropping it on top of her shoes in an untidy pile.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, "Can you see the key for these cuffs anywhere?"

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She crawled onto the bed behind me, wearing just her lingerie. I tried not to notice it, but my turgid cock made me ***** in every detail of her matching black bra, waist-cincher, girdle and knickers. She looked like a 50s starlet dressed entirely in the smoothest black satin. Even her gossamer stockings were black, with a seam at the back and ********** heels and toes.

I was transfixed as she moved up the bed behind me and pressed her breasts against my back.

"Sara, can you get me out of these cuffs?" I asked, acutely aware of her breath on my shoulder as she rubbed her face with my hair.

"What if I said I preferred you like this? Would you really object?" asked Sara, as she ground her crotch against my buttocks and making me shiver as the satin of her knickers and the mesh of mine rustled across each other.

"I - er, well I," I began. But I couldn't finish. My concentration was non-existent as Sara moved closer, ******* me to spread my legs. Our stockings felt as though they cracked sparks of sheer bliss as they moved together.

"Tell you the truth, sissy, I'm the person who left you like this last night. Gen told me so much about her sissy slave David that I thought I'd go out and find me one, too. The thought of having a feminised man, smooth and sexy with a rock-hard cock to ride, makes me so fucking hot. To dress a man in frilly whores' outfits and see how his cock stiffens as he submits his manhood to me, that's what I want."

"But I'm no sissy," I said, "Far from it!"

"I know," said Sara, "You don't think you're a sissy and you hate sissy men. You cracked jokes about David's crossdressing, hurtful jokes. Secretly I think you're jealous."

"Jealous?!" I was shouting now, "How the hell could I be jealous? He dressed like a pansy for Gen!"

Sara didn't respond immediately, but I heard her rummaging in a bedside drawer. before I knew what was happening, Sara had pushed a pair of knickers in my mouth, and slipped a stretchy fabric band over my head to form a very effective gag.

I tried to tell her how unhappy I was, but could only managed muffled grunting.

"That's better," she said, "Because from now on I'll talk and you'll listen. I'm going to turn you into my little frilly sissy fuckslave and you're going to love it. You're going to bend over for me in flouncy lingerie and stockings and high-heels and beg me to fuck you. I'm going to dress you as a naughty French maid and fuck you on your back over the kitchen table - looking straight into your pleading eyes as I pound your arse. I'm going to do things to you Gen never did to David. And all the time you'll be begging me for more. Craving the lingerie. The ***********. But most of all... the great fucking sex."

Her hands had started wandering and I felt her fingers insinuate themselves up my stockings, pausing at the lace band to gently caress it, before moving onto my knickers. She teased me front and back, rubbing tiny strokes of her fingers across my engorged cock and squeezing my mesh-clad buttocks. I couldn't help myself and I started to respond, no matter how much I was trying to resist.

I moaned and pushed my arse back against her hand and crotch.

"Naughty little girl, I think she's actually enjoying this, being tied up, dressed up and now about to be fucked like a nasty little tramp."

Sara's hand on my cock began a massage both ******** and gentle. Behind me her hand slowly moved inside my knickers to my arse. She eased a finger between my cheeks and explored around my sphincter.

That elicited a long, agonised moan of pleasure from me, and I clenched and unclenched my arse as her slim digit teased and probed. Her other hand worked my cock insistently through the lacy fabric. As I writhed beneath her touch, my suspenders tugged at my stockings which in turn rubbed Sara's. My whole body was lit up with new sensations, and I felt myself open up to her sexually.

Sara must have sensed my total fall into **********, because she removed her finger from my behind and moved in still closer until she had me pressed against the satin headboard. She left enough room to slip her hand back around my cock, which she resumed stroking.

"I'm going to dress you in a pink satin corset and knickers, roll pink and white stockings up your legs and then put you on your knees to suck my dildo and make it wet enough to fuck your pretty arse with. I'll put you in a schoolgirl outfit with a tiny skirt that won't even cover your stocking-tops and suck your cock through your tight knickers until you beg me to stuff my prick in your eager little hole."

Fingers returned to my arse, this time cold and slippery. Sara began to spread something around my rosebud, before easing her middle finger into me slightly. I tensed as she pushed in, and she began to suck on my bare shoulder. I shut my eyes tight, cooed with the pleasure and relaxed.

She resumed her efforts on my hole, coating it with the greasy substance as her finger worked its way into me. I squealed as she reversed direction and slowly withdrew before ploughing back into me again.

"I know you're enjoying this, lover," she whispered in my ear, "All boys do, according to Gen. And why shouldn't you like it? Dressed as my slut, ready for my cock, feeling my fingers fucking you. Being wanked off into your knickers by a gorgeous girl? I'd enjoy that, and I know you're loving it."

The hand on my cock moved and removed the gag.

"All I want to hear from you is that you want me," she said.

"Oh god, Sara..." I moaned as the relentless rhythm of her finger inside me picked up pace slightly. It was now sliding in and out easily thanks to the coat of lubricant in my passage. Her other hand went back to the tip of my cock, which she rubbed with her palm.

"Tell me," she said, "Tell me you want my cock, and you want to be my sissy. I'll make you feel so good. I'll fuck you into the middle of next week. Just tell me."

If there was anything masculine left in my lingerie-clad body, I couldn't find it. Not with one finger twisting inside me, finding breathtaking spots of nerve-endings that went off like fireworks at her touch. Not with a hand rubbing my erection through my lacy knickers. Not with my toes curling inside my high-heel knee boots. With the knowledge I was as sissified as she could make me, the resistance left in me shattered.

"Please, Sara - fuck me!" I panted.

"What's that, my little tranny lover girl? I didn't hear you."

"God - please! Sara! Fuck me!" I yelled.

And with that she pressed an enormous weight against my hole, holding my knickers to one side. I looked in the mirror and saw her strapon cock as she started to feed it into my arse. Even with the lube, it was tough going to fit the monster inside of me. I fought every instinct to tense, and relaxed enough to allow the head to pop through.

That, of course, produced such a shriek from me I thought it would break glass. Sarah kissed the back of my neck wetly, wetting me with her tongue before blowing gently onto the trails of saliva. Each one felt like a river of ice, so sensitised was my skin. It didn't take much of that treatment before I relaxed again.

Sara, still kissing my neck, began increasing the pressure on my pierced arse. Her cock began to move. I felt it sliding inch by inch past my ring, and I found I was sobbing with the sheer joy of it.

"Here we go my fuck toy," said Sara, "You've taken my whole length. It's a good start, because you'll be wearing a remote-controlled butt plug all day every day from now on. And I'll have you dressed in knickers and stockings every day under your suit at work. You'll come home with that naughty stiff clitty of yours sticking out of your knickers. And you'll beg me to suck it."

Her mound was pressing against the small of my back and I felt utterly impaled by her huge cock. I was trying to catch my breath when she started to pull out. The feeling made me moan again, I was too far gone for words now.

"You'll love it", she said, "I'll dress you as a porno cheerleader, press you up against my full-length mirror and fuck your arse until you cum watching our reflection. But my favourite..."

Sara leaned in close to my ear.

"My favourite..." she whispered, "My favourite will always be fucking you like this. Chained to the bed, dressed like a little fucking whore who can't wait for my cock. You look so frightened, but so fucking horny. I'll want to fuck you just this way more often."

She'd withdrawn almost to the tip, and I groaned at the thought of losing that erotic fullness. I felt Sara's sides quake and the sharp hot blasts of breath on the back of my neck made me understand.

She was laughing.

At that point, the cock started sliding back inside me and Sara began alternating laughing and planting hot kisses on my neck. I understood then that I was turning her on, that she actually wanted me like this, dressed in knickers, stockings and baby-doll. And that I wanted her to fuck me like this. We'd both handed power to each other - only to find our shared desires were too strong for either of us to abandon.

I grunted as that long stroke slid up and into me. And as she brushed my prostate, I couldn't help myself. I squealed like a little girl.

Sara laughed again, and this time I laughed with her. As she withdrew, the head of her strapon caught the same spot, and I shouted my surprise and pleasure. She pounded her cock back into me suddenly, and again I let out an involuntary squeal.

I looked over my shoulder, and saw the pair of us. Me taking a strapon cock. Sarah's showgirl underwear as a contrast to my trashy slutwear. Sara's look of pure lust as she took control of her sissy slut.

She picked up the pace inside me, still grinning as she pounded me in the arse with her cock. Every inch of me felt alive - my stockinged legs against hers, the slight rustle as our knickers touched when her length filled me, the satin of the bed head across my nipples under the cups of the baby-doll.

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Just as I thought I was going to scream, Sara did something. It quite took my breath away.

The length she was using to beat out a rhythm in my ******** ass started to vibrate. I hissed in shock - but as soon as I registered buzzing inside me, it stopped. I let out a huge sighing moan which was cut short by my off-register squeak as it unexpectedly restarted.

Even as she kept sliding her length into me, Sara laughed.

"I'm playing you with my cock, my little fucktoy," she gloated, "You sound like a sissy symphony. All those groans - "

She pulled her cock out of me, and right on cue I groaned with desire as each centimetre rubbed my sphincter and that maddening buzzing ceased.

" - And these squeals - "

Sara's stomach slapped by buttocks as she thrust the whole thing back into me in one swift motion. And just when I thought I'd caught my breath enough to scream, it let off another vibrating blast though my innards. I don't know if there's a way of measuring plaintive and overwhelmed squeals, but I think I'd have gone right off the top of the scale.

" - Are making me - "

Another burst of vibration as she pulled out and rammed back into me.

" - So fucking horny - "

Out, just far enough to allow me to tense my sopping wet and well-fucked arse. But back in before I was ready, ******* her way in. I howled with the thrill of her cock lancing my virginity, and shrieked as she spanked both of my buttocks sharply. Once again a burst of sheer bliss as the vibrator hummed deep in my passage, just as Sara reached around for my steel-hard erection.

" - but not as horny as I bet you are!"

Her hand reached into my knickers and grasped me. The sensation of her cool hands on my red hot cock made me cum almost immediately. She held her cock inside me and rubbed her mount around my sweetly ******** arse.

As her crimson-tipped fingers wanked me, I stopped being in any way intelligible. Sharp flashes went off behind my screwed shut eyes every time the vibrator hummed to life deep inside me. Her strokes were smooth and even now - she'd found her rhythm - and I found myself gasping for air and babbling as she fucked me confidently and expertly.

The mesh of my knickers rubbed across my sensitive glans as Sara's stroking grew faster and more ********. I was overwhelmed with sensation: my wrists strained inside the cuffs as I twisted and contorted my body, desperately trying to guide the dildo to the most erogenous spots in my royally-fucked passage.

"Look at the big man now," grunted Sara as she continued her *********, "All dressed up in red knickers - see-through knickers. With his black stockings and his babydoll on, taking my cock up his arse. You're loving it, aren't you?"

She spanked me sharply just as the shrill buzz of her cock burst into maddening life and at exactly the point in my rectum I'd been trying to hit. I froze, tensing in awe of the wave that swept through my body. I was determined to hold that moment for as long as I could but Sara's hand never stopped its motion on my cock.

I shrieked girlishly as my ring tried to snap shut on Sara's strapon, and as she felt the resistance she plunged as far into me as she could with a triumphant cry. That was all it took to make me shoot into my knickers, her hand still wrapped around my length. I felt as though each new spurt would turn me inside out with ecstasy - joyous explosions of pleasure ran from my sphincter right the way through to the tip of my cock in its red mesh covering.

Sara slowed the pace and brought me down until I was a gasping, sodden mess. My body slumped forward and I leaned against the headboard, exhausted. She bent forward, her breasts resting on my back.

"Well, now losing your virginity is out of the way, does my pretty sissy bitch was some real fun? Does she want me to dress her in lingerie? Will she do anything I ask?" She whispered.

"Yes," I said. I couldn't wait.
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ma femme soumise à un black


Tout d'abord, je vais vous présenter mon épouse. Elle s'appelle Fabienne, 42 ans, fine malgré deux grossesses, des petits seins adorables, une taille marquée et des jambes.... Les hauts talons ***t sa passion. Elle en porte très souvent pour *** plaisir mais surtout pour le mien. Elle les porte avec une certaine aisance et il n'est pas rare quand elle est seule qu'elle soit complimentée tant par des hommes que par des femmes concernant ses chaussures. Elle apprécie également la lingerie fine qu'elle porte uniquement pour moi. J'ajoute qu'elle aime bien le sexe mais sans plus. Je n'ai jamais réussi à la sodomiser et elle refuse les fellations, c'est comme ça.


Un jour après le repas de midi, elle m'annonce qu'elle va faire ses courses dans le centre commercial situé à quelque 40 kilomètres de notre domicile, de l'autre côté de la frontière. Elle s'y rend de temps à autre. Comme bien souvent, elle est perchée sur ses hauts talons et porte un petit pull court et un pantalon moulant en cuir. Pour éviter la marque d'un slip sur ses fesses, elle porte un petit string sexy rouge ajoutant que ce sera en prévision de notre soirée.

Arrivée dans le magasin, elle fait ses achats et profite de visiter les différentes boutiques du grand centre.

En regagnant la voiture sur le parking, elle constate qu'un pneu est à plat. Elle m'appelle aussitôt pour m'expliquer la situation et je lui conseille de trouver un garage à proximité pour la réparation en lui disant de me tenir au courant. Agacée par cette situation, elle charge le coffre du véhicule quand elle sent une présence derrière elle. Se retournant elle se retrouve face à un noir et comprend qu'il attend qu'elle lui libère le passage pour qu'il puisse regagner sa voiture stationnée juste à côté. Elle s'excuse mais il lui répond que tout le plaisir est pour lui. Elle lui explique *** problème et lui demande s'il ne connaît pas un garage dans les environs. Il rassure mon épouse en lui disant qu'il va l'aider de *** mieux. Il appelle un ami et lui explique le problème. Après cette conversation téléphonique, il explique à ma femme qu'il s'agit d'un ami garagiste qui est occupé pour l'instant mais qu'il va dépanner sa voiture mais que, pour gagner du temps, il fallait lui amener la clé. Il propose alors à ma femme de la conduire jusqu'au garage. Durant le trajet, elle apprend qu'il s'appelle David. Arrivée au garage, elle remet la clé de sa voiture au patron qui lui dit qu'il pourra s'occuper de *** véhicule d'ici à deux heures de temps maximum et qu'une fois la réparation terminée, il appellerait David directement sur *** portable. David l'invite alors à boire un café dans un établissement sympa à 5 minutes en voiture. Sur le trajet, il lui explique qu'il doit impérativement passer chez lui.

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Ne pouvant pas trop refuser, elle se retrouve chez lui et découvre un appartement accueillant et très bien entretenu. David lui offre un café et met un fond de musique avant de s'asseoir à ses côtés. Il la complimente sur sa beauté et sur le fait qu'elle porte à merveille les talons hauts. Elle sourit et commence à se sentir un peu bizarre, voire docile. C'est peut-être ce drôle de goût qu'avait le café. Elle ressent une chaleur inhabituelle dans tout *** corps. Soudain, *** natel ***ne. Elle se lève et saisit *** mobile pour me répondre. Elle m'explique qu'elle se trouve dans un café en attendant la réparation quand soudain David la saisit par les hanches et commence à la peloter tendrement tout en l'embrassant dans le cou. Elle peine à tenir sur ses talons et ne réagit pas, pour ne me donner de doutes. Toujours en conversation avec moi, David en profite pour lui ouvrir le pantalon et pour la faire tomber sur le canapé. Elle se retrouve avec le pantalon sur les chevilles et David à genoux devant elle. Elle est subjuguée par le contraste des ces mains noires sur sa peau blanche. Troublée et impuissante, elle me dit qu'elle me rappelle quand elle aura récupéré la voiture et boucle notre conversation. David a déjà une main sous *** string et l'autre sous *** pull. Elle tente de se débattre mais *** corps apprécie que trop ces caresses. Il lui roule une pelle et elle répond à ce baiser vicieux. *** clitoris est savamment touché et elle jouit une première s'abandonnant à cet amant noir qui compte bien profiter de ma femme. Il la déshabille complètement avant de lui demander de remettre ses hauts talons car ça l'excite. Il l'amène dans sa chambre et elle se retrouve nue, à part ses chaussures, les jambes écartées en train de se faire sucer le clitoris comme jamais. Elle n'est plus maîtresse de *** corps et elle jouit plusieurs fois sous sa langue. Le fait qu'il s'agisse d'un noir et qu'elle me trompe exagère certainement *** plaisir. Pendant qu'elle reprend un peu ses esprits, David se déshabille. Elle découvre un sexe bien plus grand que le mien. Elle ne peut quitter des yeux ce sexe noir et quasi instinctivement elle le branle à deux mains. Il lui tient des propos du genre ça t'excite de tromper ton mari – tu es contente d'avoir un sexe noir qui va te donner du plaisir – tu vas jouir comme une chienne – maintenant tu m'appartiens..... Tous ces mots crus décuplent *** plaisir. David sait qu'elle est entièrement à sa merci. Il l'embrasse sur tout le corps, la caresse partout et présente *** sexe à sa bouche tout en lui fouillant *** intimité. Elle ondule du bassin, gémit, se tortille avant de prendre ce sexe dans sa bouche sans trop savoir pourquoi. Elle se surprend à aimer le sucer et en éprouve même un plaisir caché (elle qui m'a toujours refusé une fellation...). Elle est quand même surprise par la taille de l'engin et par la douceur de la chair. David l'encourage toujours en la traitant de salope, de bourgeoise et de petite putain. Elle ne se reconnaît plus du tout et se laisse tout dire et tout faire. David change de position et présente *** énorme pieu à l'entrée de sa petite caverne du plaisir. Tout en la fixant dans les yeux, il la pénètre tout en douceur. Elle se sent remplie à en avoir presque mal, mais il continue *** intrusion avec un petit sourire aux lèvres. Une fois bien au fond de *** sexe, il s'immobilise un moment tout en l'embrassant au plus profond de sa bouche. Elle peine un peu à respirer mais apprécie cette situation si nouvelle pour elle. Il entreprend alors un long et régulier va-et-vient pendant environ 20 minutes la faisant jouir plusieurs fois. Ensuite, il lui relève ses jambes et la pilonne inlassablement en lui embrassant ses jambes déposées sur ses épaules. Elle crie sa jouissance et lui demande de ne pas arrêter. Soumise elle devient totalement impudique elle qui est si discrète. David jouit finalement au plus profond de sa chatte amenant ma tendre épouse au bord de l'évanouissement. Il se lève brusquement pour répondre à *** téléphone. C'est le garagiste qui annonce que la voiture est réparée. Il retourne vers le lit tout en questionnant un peu Fabienne. Il apprend que c'est la première fois qu'elle me trompe et qu'elle n'a jamais joui aussi bien et aussi fort. Elle n'est même pas gênée. Elle se lève et tient difficilement juchée sur ses talons. David, assis sur le bord du lit, l'invite à s'asseoir sur lui, une jambe de part et d'autre, et *** pieu la pénètre encore. Elle monte et descend sur ce sexe pendant qu'il la complimente et qu'il lui embrasse et mordille ses seins. Elle ne contrôle plus rien et n'a qu'une envie, jouir et jouir encore. Il se laisse tomber en arrière sur le lit et change de position. Elle se retrouve à quatre pattes et se fait prendre en levrette à une cadence infernale. Finalement, il jouit en elle par de longs et puissants jets de sperme. Elle s'écroule sur le lit exténuée. Soudain, elle entend la ***nerie de *** mobile et me répond. Je lui demande où elle en est et me dit que le garagiste vient de l'appeler. Rassuré, je lui dis d'être prudente sur la route. Pendant ce temps, David s'amuse encore un peu avec ses fesses, ses jambes et sa bouche. Elle se lave et se rhabille difficilement. David lui demande de la revoir, qu'elle devienne sa maîtresse. Il lui donne simplement *** numéro de natel avant de la reconduire jusqu'au garage. Pour lui dire au revoir, il lui roule tendrement une pelle en lui disant à bientôt. Elle répond à ce baiser avant de lui sourire et de partir.

Depuis, elle est retournée deux fois dans ce centre commercial sans appeler David. En manque de *** sexe, elle l'a finalement contacté et ils ont conclu d'un autre rendez-vous chez lui où elle devra se présenter vêtue d'escarpins, bas et porte-jarretelles et juste un manteau par-dessus.

Elle apprendra bien, bien plus tard que le pneu à plat n'était pas accidentel et que l'appartement de David est équipé de caméra
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Ma femme Fabienne qui a eu une aventure avec un black prénommé David a décidé de le retrouver. Il était convenu qu'elle se présente chez lui vêtue uniquement d'escarpins, bas et porte-jarretelles et juste un manteau par-dessus. Un mardi elle me dit que le lendemain elle retourne dans le centre commercial situé à 40 kilomètres de notre domicile, de l'autre côté de la frontière, mais cette fois-ci, elle y va pour la journée entière, alors qu'habituellement elle y reste juste un après-midi. Le soir, au lit, elle se refuse à moi et je constate que sa chatte est enfin rasée et toute lisse. Depuis le temps que le le lui demandais. Bien qu'un peu surpris, je m'en réjouis déjà pour le lendemain soir. Le matin, elle est habillée hyper sexy. Elle a même mis ses chaussures avec des talons de 15 cm qu'elle met uniquement quand nous fai***s l'amour. Je lui en fait la remarque mais elle m'explique que c'est pour les former un peu plus. Ensuite, elle m'embrasse et je lui souhaite une bonne journée. Sur le trajet, elle reçoit un SMS de David qui lui demande vers qu'elle heure elle arrive chez lui et si elle s'est bien habillée comme il lui avait demandé. Elle lui répond que oui et qu'elle est impatiente. Arrivée au bas de *** immeuble, elle se parque et commence a enlever tant bien que mal sa jupe et sa chemise. Elle enfile *** petit manteau et quitte finalement la voiture pour se rendre chez David. Toute excitée, elle traverse difficilement la cour perchée sur ses hauts talons. Elle arrive enfin devant la porte de *** amant et ***ne. David lui ouvre et l'embrasse à pleine bouche. Il promène ses mains sous *** manteau pour s'assurer qu'elle a suivi ses souhaits. Quand il arrive sur *** sexe complètement lisse, elle lui dit qu'elle a fait cela pour lui. Il lui enlève *** manteau et elle prend place sur le grand canapé du salon. Vêtue uniquement de bas couleur chair, un porte-jarretelles rose et de ses magnifiques escarpins, elle est toute fière et excitée. David lui offre une bois*** et commence à la peloter et à l'embrasser. Elle se laisse faire et apprécie. David s'attaque enfin à sa chatte. Il se place à genou devant elle, lui écarte les jambes. Il se retrouve face à sa petite chatte bien lisse et commence à la sucer. A moitié assise, les cuisses grandes écartées et ses pieds posés sur la table basse du salon, elle commence déjà à jouir. Il joue avec *** clitoris en le mordant, le suçant ou en soufflant dessus pour bien l'exciter. Totalement soumise, elle crie *** plaisir de plus en plus fort. Elle qui est relativement discrète lors de nos ébats, elle se sent salope. David arrête un moment et se déshabille. Ma femme est automatiquement attirée par ce sexe noir dressé juste devant elle. Elle le caresse et l'embouche avant de le sucer comme une folle. David, tout en se faisant sucer, profite de se saisir d'une petite bouteille d'huile déposée sur la table. Il s'en enduit généreusement les mains et commence à lui en badigeonner sur le sexe. Il lui dit qu'avec ça, elle va jouir beaucoup plus fort. Elle ressent un picotement sur *** sexe qui devient hyper sensible. David change de position et présente *** pieu à l'entrée de sa chatte. Il l'a pénètre tout gentiment restant immobile par moment. Ma femme se tortille déjà dans tous les sens. David s'enfonce alors d'un coup et ne bouge plus. Il lui dit qu'elle va se faire baiser comme une salope. A ce moment précis, elle est surprise par un flash et constate qu'un autre noir est dans le salon entrain de les photographier. Elle veut bouger mais David commence alors un va-et-vient régulier tout en discutant avec *** ami Pierre. Celui-ci se déshabille et complimente ma femme sur sa beauté. Elle veut réagir mais David s'applique à la pilonner. Il l'oblige à lui faire dire qu'elle veut le sexe de Pierre. Subissant les assauts, elle répond entre deux respirations qu'elle a envie du sexe de Pierre. Celui-ci s'approche de Fabienne et lui donne sa grosse queue à sucer, ce qu'elle fait avec difficulté en rai*** du rythme imposé par David. Après quelque 20 minutes de ce traitement, David sort *** sexe de sa chatte toute dégoulinante et commence à s'attaque à *** petit cul. Déjà épuisée, elle essaye de repousser cette attaque, mais Pierre la tient pendant que David la pénètre. Pierre profite de lui pincer avec douceur *** clitoris tout sensible. Hystérique, elle s'abandonne totalement à ces deux amants qui en profite toute la journée pour *** plus grand plaisir. En début d'après-midi, lors d'une pause David lui demande d'aller prendre une douche pour se laver. Pensant que c'est fini, elle se lave, se rhabille et se remaquille un peu. En sortant de la salle de bain, David se couche par terre et l'oblige à venir s'empaler sur *** sexe en érection. Bassin contre bassin, David la penche en avant et commence à la limer. Pendant ce temps, Pierre vient derrière elle et pointe *** pieu à l'entrée de *** petit cul déjà dilaté par les assauts précédents. Ne pouvant se débattre, elle se fait prendre en sandwich pour la première fois et crie sa jouissance. Elle ne contrôle plus rien et se fait baiser comme une véritable chienne. Le pire, c'est qu'elle en redemande. Elle est totalement soumise à ces deux amants blacks qui en profite au maximum. En fin d'après-midi, ils lui demandent de s'organiser pour venir passer un week-end chez eux où elle sera exhibée en boîte de nuit et baiser comme une salope durant 2 jours. Avant de quitter l'appartement, elle les suce une dernière fois, gourmande de leur sexe noir. Toujours perchée sur ses talons, elle regagne difficilement la voiture avant de rentrer chez nous. Le soir au lit, elle se refuse à moi prétextant une forte douleur au ventre...
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Quelques jours après *** aventure avec ces deux amants blacks, ma femme me dit qu'elle se rend pour le week-end prochain chez une amie avec qui elle travaille pour assister à un concert, précisant qu'elle passera la nuit chez elle.

Donc, le vendredi soir, elle prépare ses affaires pour partir samedi. Le matin en l'aidant à mettre *** sac de voyage dans le coffre, je constate qu'elle a même pris quelques paires d'escarpins et sandalettes à talon vertigineux. Quand je lui en fait la remarque, elle m'explique que c'est juste pour les montrer à sa copine. Elle est, comme à *** habitude, habillée bien sexy. En l'embrassant avant le départ, je pose ma main sur ses hanches et ses fesses et me rends compte qu'elle porte un porte-jarretelles.

Sur le trajet, elle appelle David pour lui dire qu'elle est en manque de sa grosse queue noire ainsi que celle de Pierre. David lui confirme qu'elle va passer un week-end inoubliable.

Après une petite demi-heure de route, elle arrive chez *** amant. A peine arrivée chez lui, sa robe tombe à terre et elle se retrouve vite en bas, porte-jarretelles et talons hauts. Tout en buvant un verre, David la caresse partout et admire les sous-vêtements qu'elle porte. Il la photographie dans différentes positions subjectives et elle s'en amuse bien. Elle apprend que Pierre va les rejoindre plus tard. Branlée et sucée comme une reine, elle a déjà jouit plusieurs fois au salon. David l'invite ensuite dans sa chambre et lui propose de l'attacher sur le lit, ce qu'elle accepte. Elle se retrouve bras et jambes écartées. Totalement soumise, David lui suce sensuellement *** clitoris et arrête aussitôt dès que le plaisir monte. Elle est maintenue au bord de la jouissance et implore de se faire baisée. David continue *** jeu vicieux. Ma femme est prête à tout pour jouir. David sort un pinceau et effleure le sexe lisse de mon épouse. Elle se trémousse dans tous les sens. Il sort également quelques godes en lui demandant lequel elle veut essayer.

C'est à ce moment que j'appelle mon épouse sur *** téléphone mobile.

Entendant la ***nerie caractéristique, elle dit à David de la détacher pour qu'elle puisse me répondre. Au lieu de cela, il va dans le salon, se saisit du *** mobile et revient dans la chambre tout en me répondant. Il s'assied à ses côtés et la caresse de plus belle.

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Sans aucune gêne, il se présente et m'explique qu'il est l'amant de ma salope de femme. Il me dit qu'elle a pris goût à *** sexe noir ainsi qu'à celui de ses amis et qu'il la garde pour le week-end. Ensuite, il colle le portable à l'oreille de ma femme pour qu'elle me confirme le plaisir qu'elle éprouve. J'entends ma femme qui soupire car le salaud la doigte bien à fond et alterne en jouant avec *** clitoris. Il l'incite à me dire que c'est une pute à blacks. Entre deux râles, elle me dit qu'elle m'aime mais qu'ils lui font trop du bien puis elle jouit.

David reprend le combiné et me dit qu'il me rappellera plus tard. Quelques minutes après, je reçois plusieurs MMS et vidéos du mobile de mon épouse. Je la découvre en dessous sexy, attachée sur un lit, un black entre ses cuisses....Sur une autre photo, elle suce et branle un sexe noir de belle dimension...Et enfin, à quatre pattes, elle a en sexe dans *** petit cul et un autre dans la bouche....Je n'en reviens pas, ma toute douce est une vraie salope à blacks.

David me rappelle pour me dire qu'il va ****** d'elle avec un ami et qu'après elle devra s'habiller comme une véritable pute et sortir dans une boîte fréquentée principalement par des noirs. Avant de raccrocher, il précise que ça ne sert à rien de le rappeler mais qu'il va envoyer des vidéos des exploits de ma femme.

Quelque 20 minutes après, mon téléphone ***ne. C'est ma femme qui me parle difficilement car David la pilonne lentement et l'oblige à me dire qu'elle aime les sexes noirs, qu'elle leur appartient, qu'elle aime faire la pute et qu'elle adore les sucer.

Je suis hyper jaloux mais aussi hyper excité.

Durant la soirée, je reçois encore des vidéos et photos. Je vois ma femme habillée super sexy avec ses sandalettes à talons vertigineux. Elle est assise dans un salon, les cuisses gainées de bas et retenus par un porte-jarretelles, entre deux blacks qui la caressent : Un troisième se trouve à genou entre ses jambes et lui lèche le sexe. Elle a la tête en arrière et se trémousse comme une folle. Sur une autre vidéo, elle danse avec un noir qui la pelote partout et l'exhibe de manière impudique.

Elle est totalement sous leur emprise et je ne peux rien faire. Je passe une très mauvaise nuit.

Le lendemain, quand elle rentre à la mai***, elle a la mine défaite. Après une longue, très longue discussion, elle me dit qu'elle m'aime mais qu'elle a besoin d'être soumise de la sorte de temps à autre. *** plaisir serait que je sois présent mais uniquement pour la regarder faire la garce.....
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La soumise d'Andy



Une petite propriété, où vive Marie et Pierre, tous deux retraités, va être le cadre d'évènements étrange.
Marie 60 ans, elle était prof de sport, tout comme Pierre 62 ans, ils ***t à la retraite depuis déjà quelques années mais continuent le sport, Marie dirige bénévolement une salle de fitness et de gym, Pierre est entraîneur de l'équipe de foot locale et fait parti du club de vélo.
Malgré leurs ages, ils ***t ce qu'on appelle de beaux sexagénaires, Marie, un corps musclé qu'envient les femmes de 30 ans et Pierre un corps de jeune homme, ils ont tous deux une santé de fer, mangent bio, font leur jardin, enfin la vie saine de gens simples.
Ils ont une fille Camille, 40 ans belle brune aux yeux bleus, prof de sport comme papa et maman, mariée à Franc 45 ans VRP, ils ont une fille de 20 ans Carole, qui est à la fac, elle à un petit copain François, beau jeune homme de 25 ans qui est prof dans le Lycée ou enseigne Camille, elle l'a connu car il est bien ami avec sa mère, ils ont aussi Andy, jeune homme de 18 ans qui lui est très proche de ses grands-parents et passe toutes ses vacances avec eux depuis qu'il est tout jeune, sa grand-mère n'a eu qu'une fille et c'est pour elle comme *** garçon.
Camille est très liée à sa fille, elles ***t complices et s'adorent, la jeune fille veut faire comme maman, prof de sport et la suit dans toutes ses activités extra professionnelles.
Franc lui est toujours sur les routes et ne rentre qu'en fin de semaine, cette année les vacances ***t prévues chez Marie et Pierre, il sera là, il a un mois entier, donc il viendra en août, la mère et la fille iront début juillet, François vient avec Carole, elle veut le présenter à ses grands-parents.
Marie et Pierre accueillent leur fille et petite fille à bras ouvert, ils ***t heureux, ils les voient si peu souvent.
François sympathise immédiatement, il adore le sport et va faire un peu de vélo avec Pierre et Carole.
Quand on est en vacance on se lâche un peu et on ne fait plus trop attention à prendre certaines précautions, ce qui est évité en temps normal devient naturel quand on se repose, on pense être seul mais il y a toujours un œil pour voir, ce qui devrait rester un secret.
Il est 15h François est parti faire du vélo avec Pierre et Camille, Andy, Marie et Carole ***t seuls dans la mai***.
Marie va faire une petite sieste, Carole est à la piscine, elle cherche Andy et ne le trouve pas, il est au salon, il écoute de la musique, la jeune fille va vers *** jeune frère.

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- Tu fais quoi bêta ?
- J'écoute un peu de musique !
- Tu es bête ou quoi, pour une fois qu'on est seul, grand-mère dort, viens, on va dans ma chambre !
Le frère et la sœur se tiennent la main et vont dans la chambre de la jeune fille, aussitôt entré, ils se jettent sur le lit, nus, s'embrassent à pleines bouches, il caresse les seins de la jeune fille, elle masturbe la hampe déjà gonflée, prend le vit dans sa bouche, la langue de *** frère pénètre dans sa vulve juteuse, elle suce le gland, il titille de la langue le clitoris, remonte le long de *** ventre pour prendre la pointe d'un sein dans sa bouche, elle dirige le pieu vers *** fruit offert, il s'enfonce en elle d'un mouvement de rein.
- Oh ! Mon amour, il y avait si longtemps, je meurs sans toi, ce couillon de François ne sait pas me faire jouir comme toi !
- S'il ne baisait pas maman peut être, qu'il serait mieux au lit !
- Il baise maman ? Tu es sur de ça ?
- Et de bien d'autre chose ma chérie !
- Que veux-tu dire ?
- Je te raconterais plus tard, j'ai trop envi de toi !
Le pieu en elle la fait divaguer, elle ne retient pas ses gémissements ni ses cris de plaisir, *** frère la fait jouir comme aucun de ses amants n'y a jamais réussi, c'est lui qui l'a dépucelée mais depuis elle n'en a jamais trouvé un comme lui.
Il fait des ravages dans *** ventre, il est le seul à qui elle donne *** anus, il est pourtant énorme, bien plus que les autres mais à lui elle ne refuse rien, elle avale *** sperme, se laisse prendre autant qu'il veut et comme il veut.
Elle est en levrette, elle sait qu'il va la prendre un moment dans sa vulve mais va venir prendre *** anus, elle se décontracte en caressant *** clitoris, sa rondelle s'ouvre, laissant le pieu se ficher en elle, il est dans ses entrailles, elle continue à se branler et jouit encore, il remplit *** ventre de foutre.
Il vient de la faire jouir encore, épuisés, ils ***t un contre l'autre.
- Alors raconte c'est quoi que tu sais ?
- François couche avec maman depuis longtemps, ils oublient que je suis dans le même lycée qu'eux et que je vois leur manège !
- Ce salop baise ma mère et il a osé me demander en mariage ? Je vais me venger !
- Ce n'est pas tout, grand-père aussi !
- Aussi quoi ?
- Il baise maman, ici je suis chez moi tu sais, quand j'y suis et on ne fait pas attention à moi, alors j'entends des conversations que je ne devrais pas entendre, surtout au téléphone !
- Grand-mère le sait ?
- Non, tu es folle, ce serait un scandale !
La porte de la chambre s'ouvre, sur Marie qui entre folle de rage.
- Tu veux répéter ce que tu viens de dire, je n'ai pas bien entendu au travers de la porte !
- Grands-mère tu écoutais ?
- Tu n'es pas discrète ma fille, je pensais que tu faisais l'amour avec François, quand j'ai entendu la voix de ton frère, je suis tellement surprise que vous soyez amants tous les deux que je voulais en avoir le cœur net, raconte-moi ton grand-père et sa fille, c'est vrai ça, tu en es sur et François baise aussi ta mère ?
- Oui et où crois-tu qu'ils ***t allés, tous les trois en vélo et pourquoi grand-père n'a pas voulu me prendre, je peux même te dire où ils ***t allés, à la crique de sable blanc, si tu ne me crois pas, tu regarderas dans leurs chaussures quand ils vont revenir et tu remarqueras que maman ira vite prendre une douche sans même passer nous voir !
- Comment tu sais ça ?
- J'ai entendu grand-père et maman parler ce matin, il voulait être seul avec elle, cet après midi mais elle lui a dit de prendre François que ce serait super à trois !
- Si tu dis la vérité mon chéri, je te promets que ton grand-père va le regretter et ta mère aussi, quant à ce François ma puce, laisse le tomber si il baise ta mère !
- Je le garde, comme je vis chez lui je ne suis pas obligé de payer un studio !
- Je te payerais un studio laisse tomber ce salop !
- Toujours est-il que je ne sais pas ce que te fait ton frère mais à t'entendre jouir ce doit être un bon coup !
- Super coup mamie, il fait l'amour comme un dieu !
- Dommage que je sois si vieille, je tenais ma vengeance !
- Tu n'es pas vieille, tu as un corps magnifique mamie et un esprit si jeune, tu ressembles à maman, elle est même moins bien fichue que toi !
- Tu dis ça pour me faire plaisir ma puce, tu es gentille, bon, ils ne vont pas tarder à arriver, je veux voir si ce que tu dis est vrai, je connais ton grand-père, s'il vient de faire ça, il baissera les yeux devant moi et sera tout amoureux, si chaque fois qu'ils ont fait une balade en vélo, Camille et lui, ils ont fait l'amour, je suis plus que cocu car cela dure depuis l'age de ses 16 ans et il revenait chaque fois plus penaud et amoureux que la fois d'avant, j'ai toujours pensé que c'était de m'avoir laissé seule, ils étaient si proche que je pensais que c'était bien de les laisser un moment seul !
Ils ***t en bord de piscine quand les autres arrivent, Camille fonce immédiatement à la douche, Pierre vient faire la bise à sa femme les yeux baisés et l'air un peu penaud, François à l'air fier de lui et plonge dans la piscine, il veut venir contre Carole mais celle ci va contre *** frère.
Marie regarde *** mari dans les yeux et comprend que ce qu'a dit *** petit-fils est vrai, François a quitté ses chaussures de vélo dans le patio et elles ***t pleines de sable blanc.
Le soir même Carole refuse de dormir dans la même Chambre que François, elle prétexte une fatigue et ses règles et va dormir dans la chambre de *** frère, il y a deux lits jumeaux, cela ne réveille pas la suspicion.
Marie ne dit rien, elle mûrit sa vengeance, *** salop de mari la trompe et avec sa propre fille, 40 ans de mariage et elle est maintenant sure, qu'il couche avec Camille depuis ses 16 ans.
Il veut lui faire l'amour mais elle se refuse, elle sait pourtant que chaque fois qu'il l'a trompé, il se surpasse mais elle n'a pas envi de lui, elle veut le punir et fort, lui faire mal, elle va prendre un amant et le montrer aux yeux de tous, le divorce ne lui semble pas exclu.

Prendre un amant ! Mais qui ? Un de ces vieux ventrus qui viennent à la gym ? Beurk !
Non il faudrait un jeune, *** gendre par exemple ! Non, elle ne l'aime pas du tout avec ses airs de tout savoir sur tout ! Qui alors ? On réfléchira plus tard, le sommeil vient enfin la prendre et la faire rêver de l'amant parfait.
Carole est déterminée, elle ne veut plus de François, sa grand-mère lui a ouvert les yeux, ce n'est pas l'homme qu'il lui faut.
Elle cherche le moyen de découvrir qu'il couche avec sa mère et le trouve, le plus simplement du monde, en entrant dans la chambre où couche François, en principe seul et en pleine nuit.
Bien sur, il y a là Camille nue dans les bras de *** amant, la jeune fille cri au scandale et ameute la mai***, tout le monde peut constater l'adultère des deux amants.
Elle vient de trouver sa vengeance, Camille est montré du doigt, par sa mère, *** père ne peut faire autrement que de suivre le mouvement, il dévoilerait trop de choses s'il en était autrement.
Andy fait le jeune garçon outré et menace de téléphoner à *** père, la pure galère pour Camille, François doit quitter la mai*** en pleine nuit et elle doit subir l'opprobre des siens.
Marie insulte proprement sa fille, prenant parti pour Carole et pour *** petit-fils, il doit téléphoner à *** père et tout lui dire.
Camille supplie, c'est une erreur, elle avait un coup de cafard, elle a cédé à la jeunesse, enfin le genre d'excuses qui passent mal dans un confessionnal. Surtout quand on connaît la réalité.

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Pour le moment rien n'est fait, il est deux heures du matin et tout le monde retourne au lit.
Marie et Pierre dans leur chambre, Carole et *** frère dans la chambre de celui ci, et Camille dans sa chambre.
La jeune femme ne peut dormir, l'épée de Damoclès qui pèse sur elle, est terrible, si *** aventure avec François se sait, s'en est fichu de sa tranquillité familiale et professionnelle, on la montrera du doigt, elle risque même de perdre sa place, c'est mal vue de coucher avec le petit ami de sa fille et encore pire si c'est un prof dans le même lycée.
Elle tourne et retourne dans sa chambre, il faut qu'elle parle à *** fils, déjà si *** mari ne sait rien, elle sauve *** ménage.
Carole fait semblant de dormir, dans un des lits jumeaux et *** frère dans l'autre, ils savent qu'elle va venir.
Elle frappe à la porte et entre, elle pense que les jeunes gens dorment, elle allume la lumière et se dirige vers le lit de *** fils. S'assoit sur le lit et pose sa main sur *** épaule, en murmurant pensant que Carole dort.
- Andy mon chéri, je veux te parler !
Le jeune homme fait semblant de se réveiller, se frotte les yeux.
- Il y a quoi encore ?
- Je voudrais te parler !
- Ça ne peut pas attendre demain ?
- Non, il faut que je te parle tout de suite mais pas là, ta sœur dort, viens dans ma chambre !
- Laisse moi dormir, on parlera demain !
- Non ! Viens, je veux te parler tout de suite !
- Bon je te suis !
Arrivé dans la chambre elle s'assoit sur le lit et fait asseoir Andy.
- Mon chéri, j'ai beaucoup de torts mais il faut me comprendre, si tu dis quoi que ce soit à ton père, on va se séparer et ce n'est pas ce que je veux, tu sais ce n'est pas vraiment ma faute, il me draguait depuis longtemps et j'ai succombé !
- Maman arrête ton cinéma, tu couches avec lui depuis qu'il est au lycée, ça t'arrange qu'il soit le petit ami de ma sœur, tu le vois quand tu veux !
- Mais non enfin, Andy !
- Maman, ne fais pas la sainte nitouche, tu étais où il y a trois jours avec papi et François ?
- Je ne sais pas, je ne me souviens plus !
- Vous étiez à la plage de sable blanc, tous les trois, maman je suis loin d'être idiot et j'ai des oreilles, tu couches aussi avec papi et depuis longtemps!
- Mais non, tu te trompes !
- Non c'est toi qui trompe, papa, mamie, ma sœur, c'est pas un cul que tu as, c'est un chalumeau !
- Je ne te permets pas !
- Ferme ta gueule, si tu ne veux pas ramasser une claque, tu veux faire la grande dame avec moi, ok, je te promets bien des déboires, tu n'es qu'une salope, si tu veux, je te le prouve, j'ai une lettre de papi que tu n'as jamais reçu, tu veux que je la fasse lire à mamie ?
- Non !
- Tu vas faire ce que je veux, sinon je dis tout !
- Tu veux quoi ?
- Devine ! Toi déjà ! Que tu ne baise plus avec papi et je veux que tu sois ma soumise, tu feras ce que je te dirais !
- Tu veux coucher avec moi ?
- Pas pour le plaisir, tu n'es qu'une salope, non, pour te punir, quand tu es avec moi c'est moi qui commende, si tu fais une erreur, je te promets que tu le regretteras !
- Je ne veux pas coucher avec toi !
- Ça c'est ce que tu dis, ce n'est pas ce que moi je veux, vas chercher ma sœur, tu y vas nue et tu la caresses pour la réveiller, je vous veux toutes les deux ici dans moins de 10 minutes, sinon je vais dire à mamie que tu baises avec ton père ! Tu veux briser *** ménage aussi ?
- Je vais chercher ta sœur !

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