les histoires de chrislebo

"I can see that you have not yet realised your situation," Michael said chillingly. "This room is completely sound proof and I can do whatever I want without interruptions. It is time you realise you will obey me. You have no choice. You are my slave and this is the symbol of your servitude."

With that he grabbed her by the hair with one hand and raised her head, whilst the other slipped the collar around her throat. With a click, the locking mechanism built into the collar activated and the collar fit snugly. "There!" Michael stated. "Now you are properly attired. You will no longer be allowed to wear clothes unless I wish you to and you will only wear what I tell you to wear. You are to obey me in all things!"

He reached for the hood and Sabrina's eyes widened. Then he stopped and looked at her consideringly. "Hmm, maybe not," he murmured, "I think you need to see what is about to be done so that you can fully appreciate what is to be done to you!"

With that, Michael strode back to the drawers once more. This time, however, he rolled out a metal trolley that had been concealed behind the drawers. Sabrina couldn't quite see what lay on the trolley and shivered in apprehension. Michael rolled the trolley down to the end of the table and Sabrina could hear something click. All of a sudden she could feel her legs being pulled apart – the table must have been made to split apart! Finally, when her legs had been stretched as wide as they would go, she heard two more clicks, as Michael obviously locked the table sections into place. She was now completely exposed and unable to do anything about it!

Michael took something from the table and all of a sudden Sabrina could feel a warm, sticky substance covering her crotch, from front to back. Then with a firm hand, Michael smoothed what felt like material over the front of her pussy. A sudden, agonising pain shot through Sabrina as he swiftly yanked the material away and she realised that the substance must be wax! He repeated his action over and over again, each time sending shockwaves through her body until she felt she could stand no more! He worked his way methodically from front to back until he was sure that she was completely smooth everywhere. Then he looked at her.

"From now on you will keep yourself smooth at all times! I require my slaves to be naked in every way. If I find even the trace of hair, you will be punished!"

Then Sabrina felt more warm liquid running over her pussy, but this time it was oily. Michael made sure to rub this into her pussy thoroughly and she was dismayed to feel herself responding. He worked his way backwards, inserting his finger between her folds and up inside her, distributing the oil thoroughly. Then she tensed. He had not finished! He was now rubbing more oil around her back passage and suddenly she felt his finger invading her.

"No," she cried, "don't. I don't want that!"

"How many times do I have to tell you that what you want no longer matters!" Michael hissed. You will do as I say!"

Angry now, Michael turned and once again picked up something from the trolley. Sabrina tensed as she felt a pad being inserted underneath her, raising her hips from the table. Before she could draw breath to protest or wonder what was going to happen next, she felt something cold and metallic powerd into her pussy. As she drew breath to gasp, she felt to her horror, something pushing against her hole, firmly and without relinquishing pressure until she felt she was going to be ripped apart! She realised what had happened. Michael had inserted something into both her pussy and her anus! She tried with all her might to expel the unwanted objects. Frowning down at her Michael paused.

"It seems that you still have not learned to obey. Very well, you have asked for this!"

Swiftly he reached once again to the trolley and picked up a strange leather combination. He fastened the thinner part around her waist until it was snug, then reached underneath and pulled the wider part through her legs and fastened it to the front with a padlock. The wide leather covered both her holes and there was now no way she could expel anything.

Tears were by now leaking from Sabrina's eyes and running down her face. As she stared up at him Michael looked down at her and said "now it is time for you to learn your place!"

With that he fiddled with something at in the middle of the table and Sabrina suddenly felt electrical pulses start to run though both her pussy and her anus. No matter how she tried to squirm away, she could not avoid the sensations. Michael just stood there looking down at her as she writhed on the table below him. Her face started to flush and a sheen of sweat started to coat her skin as despite herself, her body moved slowly and inexorably towards climax. Just when she thought she was going to tip over the edge into orgasm, everything shut down and she was left panting and aching for release. Michael looked at her reactions and laughed softly.

"Oh no, my slave," he said. "You will not be allowed to cum until I say you can! This machine has been designed to gauge your reactions and cut off just before you reach your peak. This will continue until you have learnt obedience and recognised that I am your master!"

With that the vibrations began again and laughing Michael turned on his heel and walked towards the door. Pausing at the doorframe, he looked back at Sabrina, helpless on the table. "Enjoy!" he said, and laughing he turned around switched off the light and closed the door behind him, leaving Sabrina helpless and bound in the darkness.

Exhausted and disoriented, Sabrina had lost track of all time. Repeatedly, she had been brought to the brink of orgasm, only for everything to shut down completely, leaving her desperately craving release. Her body was coated with sweat and she could no longer stop the tremors that were constantly running through her body. Finally, a shaft of light indicated that the door was once again opening and a figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. Michael had returned.

Striding over to the table where she lay bound and exhausted, he coolly ran his eyes over her body, nodding slightly to himself as her saw the state she was in. He flicked off the switch and finally the vibrations died away.

"I trust understand the situation now?" he asked.

Too tired to speak, Sabrina simply nodded.

"Not good enough slave! When I ask you a question I expect you to answer!"

Reaching down, his fingers pinched her right nipple and twisted hard. Sabrina cried out in pain. "Yes!" she gasped.

"Not good enough slave" he said and reached down to repeat the process on her left nipple. Again she cried out in agony. "What did I tell you? You will always address me as master!"

"Yes Master!" Sabrina cried, tears streaming down her face.

"That's better," said Michael, "But I think my slave needs a constant reminder."

Once again he moved to the trolley and picked something up from it.

"You will be wearing these until you can demonstrate you have truly learnt obedience," he told Sabrina, holding a pair of nipple clamps in front of her.

Wide eyed she moaned as once again he pinched her right nipple, flicking it painfully and squeezing until despite her exhaustion, the nipple started to become erect. Swiftly, before Sabrina had time to open her mouth in protest, Michael attached the clamp and started to tighten it, not stopping until it had pinched so tightly closed that the nipple had almost formed an hour glass.

"Please, I can't bear it!" Sabrina sobbed.

"Slave you will learn that what you can and can't bear holds no interest for me" Michael said menacingly, and proceeded to flick & squeeze her left nipple until once again it too was erect. Again with no mercy, he tightened the second clamp until her left nipple formed the same shape as the right. The pain was indescribable, a constant throb which she could not escape.

Dimly Sabrina perceived that Michael had changed. No longer was he wearing shirt and slacks, but was instead dressed in a black silk robe. She shuddered to think what this might signify.

"Now slave, it is time to demonstrate how well you have learnt your first lesmister," Michael told her.

Reaching down beside the table he pressed a switch and Sabina could feel the apparatus sinking lower and wondered what was in store for her next. When the table had reached the desired height Michael stopped it and looked down at Sabrina.

"Slave, you are being trained to accommodate my every need. I am already seeing to it that you will service me with both your pussy and your ass. Now you must demonstrate that your mouth will service me equally well."

He frowned down at her.

"I warn you, failure to come up to my expectations will result in severe punishment. You have already incurred my displeasure and I will be ensuring a suitable punishment will be meted out later. For now all you need to know is that if I am not satisfied with your performance, you will regret it, so I urge you to do your best!"

Sabrina stared up at him wide-eyed. He was demanding things of her that she had always resisted, first by inserting a vibrator into her virgin back passage and now insisting that she perform oral sex on him! Never had she been more humiliated, but she was too tired to resist as he released the front of his robe and stood over her. Now she understood why the table had been lowered. It was now just at the right height for him to push his cock against her mouth.

Hesitantly, she opened her mouth and he plunged his cock inside.

"Well slave," he said, "I expect you to work hard. I warn you, I am not easy to pleasure and if you do not make me cum you will regret it!"

With tears rolling down her cheeks Sabrina tentatively licked his cock.

"Not good enough!" he said. "I warn you if you cannot do better than this, you will be severely punished!"

Closing her eyes Sabrina took a deep breath and started working her tongue up and down his shaft, trying to keep a firm pressure on at all times.

"Better, slave. I think you are starting to get the idea but you need to work harder."

Desperately, Sabrina increased the rhythm, swirling her tongue around the tip and then moving back down towards the base. Acting on pure instinct, she flicked her tongue along the line dividing his balls and was rewarded by her master's intake of breath. Encouraged, she repeated the process, working her way up and down the shaft, frantically trying to vary the technique to increase sensations. Slowly her master's cock started to stiffen. Again Sabrina increased the speed and rhythm of her tongue. Suddenly Michael grabbed her hair and plunged his cock deep down her throat. Sabrina almost fetishd.

"You will take me down as deep as I want to go!" he told her, never once relinquishing his grip on her hair.

He withdrew slightly and then once again rammed back deep into her throat. Desperately Sabrina breathed through her nose, trying not to gag at the unaccustomed invasion. Again and again Michael thrust into her, seeming to go deeper each time. Sabrina had no choice but to accommodate him as best she could. Finally he gripped her head and rammed deep into her throat, spilling his seed as he did so. Sabrina almost fetishd, longing to spit out what had just been deposited in her mouth. Michael seemed to know what she was thinking.

"If you do not swallow what your master has just so generously given you, you will wish you hadn't been born!" he threatened.

Hopelessly, Sabrina closed her eyes and swallowed the warm salty liquid that her master had ejaculated.

"Well I think at last my slave might be realising her true station!" Michael drawled. "You will now clean me off and I do not want to see a trace left," he instructed.

Her will to fight beaten finally into presentation, Sabrina did what her master instructed, not stopping until she was sure not a scrap of his cum remained.

"Good slave" Michael said. "However, since it took so long for you to obey your master, you will have to be punished!"

Sabrina's eyes flew open in shock! What had she just endured if not punishment?

Seeing her reaction, Michael laughed softly. "Oh no, my slave," he said reading her reaction correctly. "That was and is not punishment. That was a demonstration to reinpower your situation here. I will expect you to perform daily until I am happy with your progress!"

With that he swiftly bent and detached her ankles from the table, but before she could even think about kicking out at him, they had been reattached to a pair of rings set into the floor which ensured her legs were spread wide. Then he pulled a hook on an extendible cord down from the ceiling, detached her wrists from the table and again reattached them together but this time with a short length of chain, through which he inserted the hook. Still completely immobilised but this time with gravity exerting pressure on the clamps around her nipples, Sabrina moaned in pain but could little more than hang limply, suspended by her wrists and await whatever fate had in store for her.

Slowly, Michael prowled around, surveying her dishevelled state, her weariness and her hopelessness. He nodded to himself. This was going well. However, something should be done about her hair. Going back to the drawers he withdrew a leather cord and proceeded to plait it through her hair. When finished, he attached the resulting plait to the hook with the final length of cord. Now she could not even move her head without incurring pain! Without a word he again moved back to the drawers for the equipment he would need for punishment.

As Michael's footsteps approached her once more, Sabrina wearily tried to raise her head, despite the pain that shot through her scalp from the pull on her hair. At first she stared uncomprehendingly at what he held in his hands. Then her mind slowly made sense of the items. They looked like small, lead weights.

"So, my slave," Michael purred. "Can you imagine what these might be for?"

Her eyes glistening with tears Sabrina shook her head, denying what she feared.

Without warning, Michael swiftly pulled off first one, then the other nipple clamps. Sabrina cried out in agony as sensation flooded back into her sore, swollen nipples. At first, she hoped that this was to be the end of that ***, but her eyes widened as she saw that the weights were being attached to small hooks which she had not noticed were at the bottom of each clamp.

Once again, Michael took her right breast in his hand and slowly staring rubbing and stroking the sore nipple. To her utter disbelief, it started to respond once more engorging until it stood erect. Giving it a couple of flicks, which made her shudder and cry out in protest, he quickly attached the clamp, tightening it until once more her nipple was powerd into the hourglass shape. He was still cradling the weight in the palm of his hand and watched her carefully. Finally, as she started to get used to the severe grip of the clamp, he suddenly removed his hand and the weight dropped. Sabrina screamed in pain. Without pausing for breath, Michael repeated the same process with her left breast and once again she screamed as the weight dragged against her already sensitised nipple. Shuddering and shaking she hung limply from her wrists, drenched in sweat. It took a moment for her to realise that Michael had left her to once again return to the drawer. What now? She didn't think she could take any more!

Finally Michael reappeared in front of her, holding a thin, black riding crop.

"Now slave, this is how it's going to be! You will receive twenty strokes each across your front and your back. After each stroke you are going to say "Thank you Master." If you fail to say thank you an additional five strokes will be added to your punishment. Do I make myself clear?"

Staring at him wide-eyed in horror Sabrina could only shake her head in disbelief. This could not be happening!

Frowning Michael moved closer. "I said do I make myself clear slave?"

"Y-y-yes master" she stammered.

"Not good enough slave. You should have answered me immediately! That has incurred a further 5 strokes. I will decide where to administer them," he informed her. "Now remember, slave, you are to thank me after each stroke!"

With that he strode around behind her and brought the whip whistling down hard across her right buttock. She screamed from the pain, but managed to stammer out "th-thank you master". Without warning the next stroke swiftly descended across her left buttock. Again, through the pain, and with tears streaming down her face, she managed to thank him. Again and again the whip descended, laying lines of fire across her back, her buttocks and across the tops of her thighs. In the end, one stroke blended into the other and her back was a mass of burning sensations. Much to her distress, however, her pussy was starting to grow hot & wet. "How could this be?" she thought dazedly. Finally the strokes across her back ended.

Michael moved around to her front. "So far you have performed well slave. But I warn you, do not forget to thank me after each stroke when I start again."

Fearfully, Sabrina nodded. "Y-y-yes Master" she whispered.

"Good, slave. I see that at last you're learning your place."

For the first time since her ordeal had started, Michael smiled at her.

Once again the whip whistled through the air, this time laying strips across her front. She thought she was going to faint as the whip caught the weights hanging from her breasts, setting them swinging and causing her more agony. Somehow, she managed to remain conscious and struggled to say thank you again and again. Finally the strokes slowed and stopped. Sabrina had lost track of how many she had endured.

"Well my slave, since you have done so well, I shall make the last 5 strokes more bearable," Michael told her. Unbelieving, she raised her head and stared at him, and was rewarded by a sharp pain in her scalp as pressure was put on the plait attached to the hook.

Reaching out his hand, he swiftly pulled each clamp from her nipples, causing her to scream in agony as feeling once again rushed in. Before she had time to adjust to the sensations the use of her nipples was causing she once again experienced vibrations deep within her ass and pussy. She had completely forgotten that both her holes were still filled! Unbelievably, her body was starting to respond to the sensations caused by her swollen, throbbing nipples, combined with the vibrations pulsing deep within her. Without warning Michael moved behind her and once more brought the whip down across her buttocks! This time he waited for the sting to resolve into a dull throb before bringing the whip down again. He repeated this twice more and unbelievably Sabrina felt her body move towards climax. Finally, he moved around to the front and laid the last stroke hard across her pussy. Screaming from a combination of sensations Sabrina felt herself slip over the edge and come crashing to the strongest climax she had ever experienced!

"There, my slave," she dimly heard Michael say. "Now you are truly introduced to the pleasures that may be achieved through pain. We will continue your training tomorrow, but for now you need rest."

Detaching her wrists from the hook, Michael picked up a still shuddering Sabrina in his arms, kicked open a door she had not previously been aware of and laid her down on the bed that lay within. A length of chain ran from the head of the bed, to which he attached her wrists. Then he slowly removed the vibrators from her stretched and stimulated pussy and ass. As he gently stroked her cheek, Sabrina was vaguely aware of him saying "Sleep my slave. Rest now," as her vision dimmed and she slipped into an exhausted relax.

Sabrina slowly climbed out of a deep dark pit of exhaustion prompted by the throbbing of her body. Opening her eyes her gaze first went to her bound wrists and she swallowed a lump of dismay. She had hoped that everything had been a nightmare, but the sight of her restraints, together with the ache her entire body was experiencing reinpowerd the fact that she was a captive. She closed her eyes again as tears welled up in response to her hopeless situation.

The door opened and a light clicked on. Michael stood in the doorway surveying his new slave. The pattern of thin red marks criss-crossing her body, the result of her punishment last night, was a pleasing sight. Unshed tears were making her emerald eyes luminous as she gazed up at him fearfully, obviously dreading what might lie in store for her.

Michael stood there for a few moments more, savouring the treasure that he had obtained. Once more, his plan had worked like a dream. Arranging with that thug to accost Sabrina allowing him to step in to defend her had lulled her into a sense of false security and it had been easy to slip the slow-acting have into her take when she was in the bathroom. After that, it had been a simple case of gauging her reactions and making sure he was in a position to get her into his car. The have, although slow acting, was powerful and ensured she was deeply *** the moment he sat her in his car, which then allowed him to get everything set up in his dungeon and have her suitably restrained before she awoke.

Sure now that his slave was suitably cowed, Michael strode into the room and stood above her.

"Well slave, it is time for your breakfast," he said, smiling to himself as she gazed up at him hopefully. "Let's get you sitting up."

Pulling at her bound wrists he helped her sit up and slide sideways so that she was sat on the edge of the bed. Swiftly he bent down and before she could realise what he was doing, he had attached the restraints at her ankles to a ring set in the floor. He then reached down to her wrists and detached them from the chain at the head of the bed. Hope flared in Sabrina's eyes, but was quickly replaced with dismay as he powerd her hands behind her back and reattached them to the chain. Leaning towards the end of the bed he brought out another chain and attached that also to her wrists. Then he pressed a switch beside the bed. Slowly each of the chains tightened until she was completely immobilised.

Sabrina was confused. She had been promised breakfast so why now was Michael ensuring she couldn't move?

His eyes roved over Sabrina's naked body once more. "Well slave?" he said, "do you want your breakfast?"

"Y-yes please" she whispered.

"What have I told you slave? Once more you disobey me!" Michael growled.

Gasping in fright Sabrina realised her mistake.

"Y-yes please Master!" she stammered.

"For that I should deny you breakfast. You have certainly earned more punishment!" Michael informed her. "However, I am feeling generous this morning so I will allow you your breakfast."

Relief flooded Sabrina's features, although slightly tinged with fear at the prospect of yet more punishment. However, she soon realised that Michael was slowly opening his robe. Her eyes flew up to his face in shock as his cock sprang free, already hard. Surely he couldn't mean what his actions were implying!

"Very well slave, you may have your breakfast," he said thrusting his cock against her mouth. "And I warn you, do a good job or you will make me very angry, and you do not want that!"

Sabrina realised she had no choice and opened her mouth. At once Michael shoved his cock in hard, ramming it against the back of her throat. She gagged, then whimpered in pain as he grabbed hold of her plait and yanked her head up to meet his eyes.

"You will do as you are told and you will accommodate me as far as I wish to take you. I will have no more of this resistance!" he commanded. "Do you understand?"

Fearfully Sabrina nodded.

"Very well slave, resume, and this time do not try my patience!"

Once again he shoved his cock hard into her mouth. This time, terrified of the punishment she would incur if she did not satisfy her master, Sabrina made a concentrated effort to open her throat, wincing slightly as his cock slid even further inside!

"Better, my slave. You might be worth the effort after all!" Michael purred.

As Sabrina became accustomed to the invasion of her mouth she started to work her tongue and her lips. Working hard, she slid her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, pausing every so often to swirl it around the head. Michael, in the meantime, still had hold of her hair and every so often would give a sharp tug, bringing tears to her eyes and reminding her who was in control. Slowly she felt him start to respond and increased her rhythm as she tasted the pre-cum that was starting to form. Once again, Michael rammed his cock against the back of her throat, this time moving it further down as Sabrina became accustomed to the action. Then he withdrew slightly and repeated the actions. Sabrina desperately maintained her rhythm, increasing the pressure of her tongue and lips against his shaft. Surely he must be close, she thought, her mouth aching from the effort of accommodating him. Finally Michael tensed, gripping her hair hard and thrust his cock as far down her throat as it would go, shooting his load in a savage, sharp burst.

"Swallow!" he growled, and Sabrina swiftly obeyed. Without prompting, she proceeded to lick him clean, until not a drop of cum remained.

"Well slave, I see you are finally learning to obey your master's instructions," Michael said softly. "This will be your breakfast every day and I expect you to thank your master for his generosity!"

"Th-thank you master" Sabrina whispered.

"You may now use the bathroom and make yourself presentable. I will allow you one hour, after which time I will return. I shall expect you to be waiting for me. You will be kneeling on the floor with your legs open and your hands behind your head your back. You will assume this position every time I enter a room without fail or you will be punished! Unless of course," and Michael smiled chillingly, "you are already in restraint, which I can assure you will often be the case as your training progresses. Now slave, I shall undo your restraints and you may use the bathroom. What do you say, slave?"

"Th-thank you Master," Sabrina said as Michael bent to detach her ankles from the ring in the floor. However, as he started to straighten up, something caught his eye. Swiftly he moved his hand down to her pussy. Yes, he was right! Her pussy was hot and wet!

Sabrina blushed in mortification as he slowly raised his head and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Well, well, it looks like my slave really did enjoy her breakfast!" he drawled, rubbing his hand against her crotch.

Slowly he inserted a finger between her folds whilst his thumb found and started stimulating her clit. With her hands still firmly restrained behind her back, Sabrina could do little but squirm from his attentions as his finger worked deeper inside her, constantly moving, his thumb rubbing and flicking her clit. Slowly the sensations built in her body and she was losing track of her surroundings. Suddenly, without stopping the motions of his hand, he pushed her onto her side. Now she could feel his other hand moving behind her. Briefly, he brought his finger out of her pussy, dripping with her juices and swirled it around the entrance to her ass. Once more he plunged his finger into her cunt, once more withdrawing to spread yet more of her juices around her hole and then inside it. Satisfied, his thumb flicked her clit causing her to cry out as sensation throbbed through her. Before she had time to do more than react, his finger had plunged back inside her pussy, no, not just one finger but two, and suddenly she felt a pressure in her back passage as it was invaded and stimulated.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum!" she cried out as she reached the peak of desire. All at once all motion stopped and Michael withdrew from her.

"Oh no, slave, remember you may only cum if your master gives you permission!" he laughed.

Disbelief was written across Sabrina's flushed face. He couldn't mean it! One look told her that yes, he was serious. Bowing her head, Sabrina finally succumbed to the inevitable.

"Please Master, please I need to cum! Please will you make me cum?" she begged him.

"Well, my little slave, are you prepared to submit to me willingly now?" Michael asked her. "From now on will you obey me immediately and without question?"

"Yes Master" Sabrina replied quietly.

"Will you agree willingly to stay here and receive training at my hands?" he continued.

Her eyes flew up to stare at his face. He couldn't be serious! One look was all it took, however, to convince her that he was deadly serious. She was torn. She was desperate to cum and only he could do this for her. In addition, she realised that she had never experienced sensations as intense as this before and was craving more. However, the price was to willingly give up her freedom. Finally, she bowed her head. She had no choice!

"Yes Master." she said in a shaking voice.

"Yes what, Slave?" Michael commanded.

"Yes, I will willingly stay and receive training at your hands!", Sabrina replied.

"Very well, slave, as I am feeling generous, I will allow you to cum. But remember, any lapse, any disobedience and you will regret it!" Michael told her.

"Yes Master, thank you Master!" Sabrina replied.

With that Michael's hands moved once more down to her pussy and her ass. Again she felt the tremors start as his thumb quickly found and stimulated her clit. By now she was so hot and wet that his fingers slid easily into her pussy, moving rhythmically in and out and finally, she whimpered as she felt pressure at the entrance to her ass as his finger invaded her back passage. Dizzy with sensation, she was being swept closer to the edge. Sensing this, Michael found and stimulated her G-spot deep within her until helpless, she crashed over the edge into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Wave after wave shuddered through her, she was held in the grip of an uncontrollable surge of sensation. Finally, she drew in a shuddering breath as she slowly descended from the incredible high. Opening her eyes, pupils still dilated from passion, she smiled up at Michael.

"Thank you Master," she breathed. "Your slave will be most obedient from now on!"

Michael smiled inwardly. Yes, everything was going to plan. It looked as if this slave had the makings of a true submissive. He had been surprised by her responsiveness this morning and was looking forward to the start of her training. It could be that this was the one he had been looking for!

Detaching her wrists from the chain, Michael grabbed her hair and pulled her up off the bed. Wincing at the pain, Sabrina nevertheless stood submissively, with her eyes cast downwards, waiting for her master's instructions.

"Turn around slave and walk towards the bathroom." Michael commanded.

Sabrina did as she was told. At the entrance to the bathroom another tug on her hair told her to stop. She felt the restraints around her wrists and ankles fall away, and waited expectantly for the collar to follow suit.

"Oh no, slave!" Michael said. "Don't you remember what your master told you? This collar is a reminder of your status. It will not come off, ever!"

Noticing Sabrina's eyes widen in fright, Michael could guess what she was thinking. When soaked in water, the leather would tighten around her throat, constricting her breathing!

"Oh don't worry slave, the leather has been specially treated and will not shrink. It has been specially chosen to fit you and you alone!" he explained. "Now, get into the bathroom and clean yourself up."

Hesitantly, Sabrina walked forwards into the bathroom, then turned to close the door, only to realise that there wasn't one! Michael was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"As a slave you are not entitled to any privacy except for that which I grant you. There is a door to the suite of necessity, but nowhere else" he told her, smiling at her obvious discomfort. Then he gestured towards the toilet. "Well go on then, I'm sure you are dying to relieve yourself!" he said.

Her face red with mortification, Sabrina walked dazedly towards the toilet. Surely he couldn't mean to stay and watch, could he? Apparently he could, as he had not moved from the doorway as Sabrina sat down. Embarrassed and humiliated Sabrina had no option but to relieve herself with Michael watching. At first, due to her tense state, only a trickle escaped, but suddenly the dam broke and a golden stream issued from her. Finally, hanging her head in shame, Sabrina reached for the paper and dried herself off.

"Excellent, slave! It seems as if you are finally coming to terms with your situation. You have no rights and your every action is subject to my command. You will perform for my pleasure without hesitation and thank me for the honour! However, time is getting on and I will leave you to make yourself presentable for my return. And remember, I expect you to be in the correct position when I open the door!" With that, Michael turned on his heel and strode out of the bathroom, crossed the bedroom and then Sabrina finally heard a door closed as she exited the suite.

Unrestrained for the first time since she had arrived, Sabrina rushed to the door of the suite, but as she had known all along, it was securely locked. Defeated, she turned around and made her way back to the bathroom.

Dully, she walked towards the large, deep bath. She noticed a large number of assorted bottles arrayed on a shelf beside it and turned to inspect them. Some contained scented bath oils, others bubble bath, and yet others contained shampoo & conditioners. Turning on the taps Sabrina considered which to use. It was obvious that her master expected her to please him in every way. He had already told her in no uncertain terms that her life was no longer her own and that she was completely dependent upon his pleasure. This meant that she could not use scents that would please her, which would have meant something light & flowery. Instead, with a sigh, she chose an oil that had a heavy, sensual scent of musk and liberally poured it into the water. She decided not to use bubble bath, afraid it might irritate her over sensitised skin.

Once the water was at the right temperature and depth, she turned off the taps and eased her aching body into the bath. Gasping a little at first, she slowly started to relax. Lifting her arms she began to unplait her hair, it's natural wave augmented by having been confined overnight in the tight tail Michael had used. Finally it was free, but hung limp, saturated with sweat from her ordeal the night before and soaking up the steam rising from the bath.

Gingerly she took a bar of soap from the shelf above her and gently started working it over her body, hissing in pain as it protested. Gritting her teeth, she took a sponge and gently starting working over her skin, making sure every part of her was clean. She hesitated slightly when the sponge reached her pussy and ass, dreading to inflict more pain on her already used holes, but she knew that nothing less than complete cleansing of both areas would satisfy her master. She noticed a smaller, softer sponge on the shelf and switched to it, working it gently until her pussy lips finally relaxed and she was able to insert it up inside her. Once she felt she was completely clean, she removed the sponge and rinsed it, before once again applying a cleansing gel and moving it towards her tight little asshole. Mortified, she could not believe she was doing this, but the prospect of displeasing her master and being subject to further punishment soon overcame her reluctance. Working slowly, but firmly, she at last gained access and cleaned her back passage as thoroughly as she could.

There was a clock on the wall in front of the bath and glancing at it Sabrina saw that 30 minutes had already passed. Sitting up, she noticed there was a shower attached to the wall above the bath. Taking it from its holder she proceeded to wash her hair, making sure it was completely clean before applying conditioner. After a final rinse she turned off the shower and stepped out of the bath, watching as the water slowly drained away. Wrapping herself in a soft, fluffy towel, she proceeded to gently pat her body dry.

Moving back to the bedroom she investigated the drawers of the dressing table, finding an assortment of brushes, combs, hair accessories and a hair dryer. She also found an array of expensive cosmetics, beauty lotions and moisturisers. Sitting down in front of the mirror, Sabrina dried her hair, making sure to run a brush through so that no snarls or tangles remained. It fell in waves below her shoulders. Hesitating, she then reached for a band. She was loath to put her hair back into a plait, but maybe the master would not object to a pony tail. Trembling slightly, she arranged her hair until she had a pony tail dropping from high at the back of her head.

She then looked through the range of cosmetics and choose a rich, creamy moisturiser, which she smoothed onto her face. Unsure of her master's requirements for his slave's appearance, she chose not to apply any make-up, feeling that he would instruct her as to how he wished her to look.

Finally, she was aware of footsteps approaching the door to the suite and rushed to obey her master's commands. When the door opened she was kneeling in the centre of the room, legs apart and hands behind her head. This posture had the effect of pushing her chest forward so that both her breasts and her pussy were ready for inspection. This effect was intensified by the fact that she was breathing deeply, partly due to her rush to get into position and partly from the dread of what would come next.

Michael paused in the doorway, savouring the sight that greeted him. It seemed that his slave had obeyed all his demands. He was gratified to see that she had not applied any cosmetics to her face, leaving it bare and natural, as he preferred. He frowned slightly as he saw that she had not put her hair back into a plait, but when he saw how high up her head the pony tail came, he nodded to himself, ideas already forming in his mind.

"Very good, slave," he said, "you have obeyed my commands. As a reward I shall allow you to eat some food before your training begins."

With that he reached behind the door and drew a trolley inside the room. Sabrina could smell delicious aromas wafting from under the covered plates and her stomach growled in response.

"You may stand slave," Michael said, "but keep your hands behind your head and your legs spread apart. I shall inspect you before I allow you to eat breakfast!"

Quickly Sabrina did as she was told. She was learning that immediate obedience was expected.

Leaving the trolley where it was Michael moved behind her. She heard a drawer opening and before she had time to react, her hands were once again cuffed together behind her. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, she couldn't eat if her hands were bound, but realised at the last moment that she had not been given permission to speak.

Michael noticed this fact and was pleased, although he gave no hint of this in his face. He returned once more to the drawer and took out an inflatable butt plug. However, before he moved back to Sabrina's side, he picked up a special chair. Sabrina raised wide eyes to Michael's face.

"Slave, if you want to eat, you will do as I tell you!" Michael commanded. "You are still too tight to accommodate me effectively and this must be rectified. This chair is my own design and you will sit in it to eat your breakfast every day."

Looking down in horror Sabrina saw a large, black dildo embedded in the seat. Her eyes widened as she took in the significance.

"However, first I want you to bend over the back of the chair slave!" Michael commanded.

Trembling, Sabrina obeyed and felt something cool and slippery being worked around her asshole and up into her back passage. She tried to writhe away and immediately a harsh blow landed across her buttocks.

"That has earned you a punishment" Michael growled at her. "Now stay still!"

Cowed into presentation Sabrina stayed still as she felt the butt plug pressing at her hole. Slowly it slid inside, filling her completely. Sabrina let out a breath as the plug came to a rest inside her. Then her eyes widened as she felt the pressure increase. Michael had a pump in his hands and was increasing the plug's size until Sabrina felt she was being split apart. Finally he stopped and detached the pump.

"You may stand up now," he told her.

Slowly Sabrina straightened.

"Walk around to the front of the chair and stretch your arms out behind you," was Michael's next instruction.

Sabrina swiftly complied.

"Now sit!" he commanded.

Sabrina hesitated.

"That has earned you another black mark! I said sit!" Michael yanked back on her arms as he said this and Sabrina had no option but to lower herself onto the seat. As she moved downwards she could feel the hard rubber dildo pressing into her pussy. God it was huge! Again she felt as if she was being split apart, but finally her buttocks were resting on the seat. Michael had held onto her arms and as she finally came to a rest they had been fed around the back of the chair. Once again she was fully immobilised and helpless.

"Now slave, you may have breakfast," Michael told her.

Tears streaming down her face, Sabrina looked up at him, wondering how on earth she was going to do this. Michael, however, had turned and uncovered a plate which contained delicious looking food cut into bite size pieces.

"By rights I should take this away as twice you have disobeyed me" he told Sabrina. "However, you will need your strength for your training so this once I will be lenient."

So saying he speared a forkful of food and held it to her mouth. Obediently she opened it and piece by piece her master fed her until the plate was clean. He followed this by pouring her a cup of tea which he held to her lips until she had finished takeing. Finally, he took a napkin and wiped around her mouth.

"Well slave, what do you have to say?" he asked.

"Thank you Master!" Sabrina replied promptly.

"Good, slave. Now I have to go out for a while. I shall leave you to contemplate your actions of this morning and will return later to continue your training." So saying, Michael turned on his heel and pushing the trolley before him strode out of the room. "Oh I almost forgot," he said swiftly turning and pulling something from his pocket. A final touch is required. Before Sabrina could wonder what this could be he had snapped a leather blindfold tightly around her head, plunging her into darkness. Laughing, he left the room leaving her blind, helpless and immobile.

Sabrina had long since lost track of time when she heard the door opening. Her arms were a mass of pain from being powerd into an unnatural position for so long and her pussy and asshole ached from being stretched and filled by the dildo and butt plug. She could not even squirm to relieve the discomfort. Footsteps approached and suddenly the blindfold was removed. Michael stood before her dressed in a black silk shirt and form fitting black slacks.

"Well my slave, are you ready for your training?" he asked.

Blinking in the light Sabrina looked up from her seat. "Yes Master," she replied.

"Excellent. I do believe you are learning!" Michael told her.

He moved behind the chair, placed his hands under her arms and swiftly lifted her off the chair. She gasped as the dildo slipped from her pussy and her legs almost gave way under her.

"Stand up straight slave!" Michael commanded.

Sabrina obeyed instantly.

"Good. Now slave you will walk to the table where I shall inspect you." Michael ordered.

Sabrina did as she was told.

Detaching her wrist cuffs from behind her back, Michael pushed Sabrina down onto the table. When she went to lie back he stopped her.

"On your front slave! I told you I wished to inspect you!" Michael told her.

Quickly Sabrina flipped over onto her stomach. Michael took each of her wrists and attached it to the front legs of the table. Then he proceeded to attach each of her ankles to the base of the table and once again split the sections until her legs were spread wide. Swiftly, he took hold of the butt plug and yanked it out. Sabrina cried out in pain. Without paying any attention to her protest, Michael's hand moved between her legs and parted the lips of her labia, powering his fingers, one by one, inside her. By the time he had three fingers pushed up inside her she was crying in pain as she felt horribly distended. He removed his fingers which despite her pain, were now covered in her juices and moved them to her asshole. Despite having had the butt plug recently removed, he was once again faced with a tight little entrance. With his fingers, he smeared her juices around the entrance and then swiftly plunged a finger inside. Sabrina cried out once again. Moving his finger in and out rhythmically he soon added a second. By this time Sabrina was sobbing uncontrollably. After what seemed to be an eternity, Michael finally removed his fingers, leaving her sore and used.

"Not good enough slave" Michael said. "I meant it when I said that I expect you to accommodate me completely. From now on, each day you will wear a progressively larger dildo and butt plug. You will keep these in all day until I decide you have stretched sufficiently to accommodate me. Until this time, I will expect you to pleasure me with your mouth and if you fail to satisfy me, you will be punished. Is this clear?"

"Yes Master," Sabrina sobbed.

"Good. The process will begin today."

With that Michael walked to the drawers and pulled out a dildo and a butt plug. The dildo was huge, at least 10 inches long and 3 inches wide, and was attached by two thin chains front and back to a supple leather belt which Michael proceeded to fasten around Sabrina's waist, cinching it until she could hardly breathe. He then swiftly powerd the dildo between the lips of her labia and applied pressure until Sabrina felt she would pass out. Finally, he managed to insert it to its full length. He swiftly attached the chains to the belt and tightened them. Then design was such that the front chains lay within and parted the lips of her pussy, whilst the rear ones rose between her buttocks and spread them apart. Immediately Michael reached for the butt plug and without pause, swiftly inserted it into her ass. Without hesitation, he attached a pump and started inflated it. This plug was considerably larger than the one she had been subjected to earlier and before long Sabrina had ****** from the pain.

Michael stood back and surveyed his handiwork with satisfaction. Sabrina was now spread-eagled on her stomach, immobile and with both her pussy and asshole distended to accommodate the girth of the items powerd into them. What a sight she was. Michael felt his cock stir in response.

What Sabrina didn't know was that all of Michael's appliances vibrated and were remote controlled. She was shocked back to consciousness by a tingling that started in her pussy and ass. Moaning, she tried unsuccessfully to writhe away from the sensations. This was too much! Michael slowly started to increase the intensity of vibrations, watching Sabrina carefully to gauge her reactions. Slowly she stopped protesting and started to gasp as her body took on a life of its own responding to the sensations being created. Just as Michael judged Sabrina was about to climax, he switched both devices off, leaving her gasping and aching for relief. Shuddering, she had no choice but to await her master's next move.

When Michael judged that she had sufficiently descended from the brink, he once again switched on the devices. Again starting low and gradually increasing the pressure. Once more he switched them off just as she was about to climax. He repeated this again and again until her body was drenched in sweat. He estimated that she would not be able to take much more. For one last time he switched on the devices, again slowly increasing the intensity. This time, however, smiling to himself, he left them running until Sabrina was swept over the edge into an intense orgasm.

Suddenly, in the aftermath of her orgasm, Sabrina felt her head being jerked back by Michael's hand on her pony tail.

"Did I say you could cum slave?" Michael asked her coldly.

An icy wave washed through Sabrina as she remembered she was not allowed to cum without her master's permission. Knowing now what this meant, Sabrina replied. "No Master."

"That is three times today that you have incurred punishment," Michael informed her. "Each transgression will be marked in a book and your punishment will be administered at the end of each day. Yesterday I was lenient with you as it was your first night. Be advised, however, that from today, no more allowances will be made. The severity of the punishment will directly reflect the number of times you have transgressed and the nature of your transgression."

Sabrina shivered at the tone of her master's voice. It was cool and businesslike, as if he were discussing the weather or a book he wished to purchase.

"And now slave, it is time for your training to begin" Michael told her, "but first you will need to be marked as my property!"

He detached her wrists and ankles from the table.

"Stand up!" he commanded.

Sabrina obediently stood and waited with eyes downcast, trembling as she wondered what he could have meant about her being marked as his property. She was soon to find out!

"Now slave, I want you back on the table, lying on your back!" Michael ordered.

Sabrina was quick to obey. The pressure on the butt plug in her ass increased as her buttocks rested against the table. Michael then reattached her wrists above her head and her ankles to rings set in the foot of the table. However, he was not finished. He walked to the drawers and came back with a very special pair of nipple clamps in his hands, which he showed to Sabrina. One by one he teased her nipples until they were erect and attached the clamps to them. She sighed with relief as they seemed to be less harsh than the ones he had used last night. However, he was not finished! He attached a length of chain between them and once again pulled a hook down from the ceiling and attached the chain to it. Her breasts were now stretched tight, forming upright cones. Sabrina screamed in agony as the clamps suddenly tightened around her nipples, cruelly biting into them. "These are very special clamps, my slave," Michael explained. "The more pressure applied to them the tighter they become, so I advise you not to move!"

Once again Michael walked over to the drawer and returned holding a ball gag! Sabrina stared up at him in fear.

"I do not want to be disturbed through your marking, so you will be wearing this slave!" he told her. "And remember, any move you make will tighten the clamps further!"

With that he strode across the room and opened the door to the suite.

"You may come in now," Sabrina heard Michael say.

Sabrina could hear someone else enter the room and it sounded like they were pushing a trolley, which rattled. Other sounds followed of which she could make no sense, and then finally a face loomed over her.

The rough looking man ran his eyes over her body, leering in appreciation of what he saw. Then he looked across to where Michael stood with his arms crossed.

"So what do you want done and where?" he asked.

"First she is to be tattooed with my mark on her right hip," Michael instructed.

Wide-eyed, Sabrina shook her head in denial, trying to cry out, but all sound was muffled by the gag.

"Then I wish both nipples to be pierced."

"Hoops or studs?" the man asked.

"Hoops," was Michael's response. "I may wish on occasion to use weights without clamps and the hoops will facilitate this!"

"Very well," said the man, and Sabrina could hear the sound of implements being moved around the tray on the top of the trolley.

Suddenly she felt something cold being applied to her right hip. Straining to raise her head, could just about see that the man was swabbing an area with gauze. As he took the pad away Sabrina could hear the whirr of an electric motor. Suddenly she gasped in shock and pain as the tattoo needle pierced her skin. As the man continued his work the pain rose in a cumulative effect as the needle caused hot agony to course through her. Finally the sound of the motor stopped and the needle was taken away. Tears were streaming down her face as Michael walked over to inspect the mark.

"Very good." He told the tattooist as he inspected his work. There, just as he had wanted, was his mark -- his initials surrounded by a knot. Anyone in his circle looking at the tattoo would immediately realise that Sabrina was a slave and that she belonged to him.

Sweat glistened on Sabrina's skin in the aftermath of the tattoo. She couldn't believe what had just happened and she was awash in the combined pain of the tattoo and the harsh clamps on her distended nipples. But her ordeal was not yet over. Again she could hear implements rattling on the trolley and before she could react, agony shot through her left nipple as it was swiftly pierced. Now the reamister for using this particular set of clamps became clear. Not only did they tighten once again, causing Sabrina to scream against the gag, but they were thin enough that the nipple had been easy to pierce underneath. Swiftly the tattooist inserted a gold hoop through the nipple and clicked it closed. At Michael's nod, and without waiting for Sabrina to even catch her breath, he swiftly pierced her right breast and inserted the other hoop. Again Sabrina screamed in agony, but this time the pain of the piercing combined with the pain of the tattoo and she fell away into darkness as she ******.

A sharp smell under her nose brought Sabrina back to consciousness. Struggling to focus, she was dimly aware of the fact that the tattooist and his trolley were no longer in the room. Her mouth ached from being powerd to accommodate the ball gag, which was still in place, her hips felt on fire from the tattoo and her breasts were burning, nipples still throbbing in agony from the piercing to which she had been submitted. Her eyes felt gritty and sore from the tears she had cried and her pussy and ass were distended from the items she was powerd to accommodate. All in all, her body was awash with pain and it was impossible for her to focus coherently.

"Well my slave, now your training may begin," Michael advised. "I have a circle of friends who will be visiting from time to time and I will not have you embarrassing me in front of them. Transgressions in their presence will be punished more severely than those committed in privacy! Do you understand?"

Unable to answer, Sabrina nodded her head.

"Good! Now the tattoo on your hip tells anyone who looks that you are my property and may not be touched or used without my permission. Anyone doing so will incur my wrath, but if you allow them to touch or use you, I will make sure you regret it! Do I make myself clear?" He demanded.

Once again Sabrina nodded.

"Good. Now for the time being I am content with the tattoo and the nipple piercing. However, as you progress I shall consider other options."

Trembling, Sabrina tried to think what these could be, but Michael did not explain further and she was left feeling scared and afraid.

"By now you must be wondering if anyone at work is missing you," Michael said.

A brief hope flared within Sabrina. She knew that her boss relied on her far too much to not demand to know where she was.

Michael smiled. "You can set your mind at rest, slave," he advised. "A call has been placed to your office advising that due to the stress caused by an overload of work, you have had a nervous breakdown. You have been admitted to a sanatorium and need complete rest. Nobody is to contact you until you are completely recovered and you have therefore resigned your post. Oh, and you may be pleased to know that your boss is being disciplined for being the cause of your breakdown!"

Sabrina' heart sank. She was an only young and her parents had died when she was twenty, once reamister why she was so independent. Work had been her entire existence and she had no close friends. Her boss had been her only hope of someone realising that something was wrong, but he was hardly in a position to question her absence with a disciplinary hearing in the works!

"Oh, I also stopped by your apartment, paid your rent for six months in advance and arranged for it to be cleaned once a week," Michael continued. Whilst there, I picked up a few of your things and made some discoveries. It seems that you are not quite the pure and innocent permister you like to portray! I took the liberty of scanning your PC and imagine my surprise when I found a list of pornographic websites in your history! On further investigation it seems as if you have a curiosity about same sex situations!"

Sabrina opened her eyes wide and shook her head in denial. She had only glanced briefly at those sites and had never been interested in a lesbian relationship!

"Now, now, Slave, do not lie to me," Michael told her, knowing what she meant but deliberately choosing to misunderstand her. "I am happy to advise you that in time you will experience situations such as those shown on the sites. You will find that I can be a generous master who wishes his slaves to have a wide range of experiences. Indeed, I enjoy the sight of two of my slaves pleasuring each other as long, of course, as they do not cum without my permission!" He added sternly.

Sabrina heard a rustling of fabric and Michael continued to describe his visit to her apartment.

"I then entered your bedroom and my, my, what should I find in your bedside drawer but these!" he said holding up a couple of vibrators and a clitoral stimulator.

Blushing with shame, Sabrina turned her head away.

"It seems that my slave was used to pleasuring herself," Michael said with a gleam in his eye. "You must understand this, slave. At no time will you be allowed to masturbate unless you have been expressly ordered to do so! Do I make myself clear?"

Sabrina quickly nodded her head. She had rarely masturbated anyway, but the idea that she would now only be allowed to do so in her master's presence filled her with offense.

"And finally," Michael said, "I investigated the contents of your drawers and wardrobe. Most of your clothes were entirely unsuitable, but there were one or two things that I brought with me which I may allow you to wear on occasions as a treat for particularly pleasing your master."

He held up two silk dresses, both with plunge necklines and a high split up the skirt.

"I also brought you some underwear which from time to time I may require you to wear." He continued.

This time he held up a selection of filmy thongs in lace and silk, together with two or three corsets.

"Of course these corsets will have to be modified to my tastes, but you may have them back when they have been altered. At the moment they are not tight enough and cover too much of your breasts. This will be changed so that your figure is more pleasing to me and ensure your breasts are on full display and easily accessible to me!" he advised her.

Sabrina felt ***d. It was not enough that she had been abducted and enslaved, but he had now cut her off from all contact with the outside world and invaded her apartment, rifling through her things and imposing his will upon what items she could retain! The true extent of her situation came crashing in on her as she realised finally, that there would be no escape from her new life of slavery. She was completely and irrevocably in her master's power with no hope of rescue.

Michael watched as Sabrina's shoulders slumped in defeat and knew that the first and most important lesmister had been learnt. Sabrina's training had truly begun.

For a few minutes he said nothing, letting the reality of Sabrina's situation really sink in. Finally he bent down and detached the clips from her sore and swollen nipples. Sabrina screamed in pain and sensation flooded back but it was muffled by the ball gag still seated in her mouth. Michael just stood over her watching impassively as the tears ran down her cheeks. Finally, as her muffled sobs died away he bent down and removed the ball gag from her mouth. Swiftly he flicked his finger across first the left, then the right nipple rings, again making Sabrina cry out from pain. This time the result was more satisfying as he could hear her anguish. Again he waited until the pain had died down then yanked the butt plug from her sore and distended ass. Sabrina shook with reaction. Finally, Michael took hold of the dildo and swiftly removed it. Looking down at her, Michael was impressed. Despite the severe stretching it had received, Sabrina's pussy was already returning to it's normal size and her juices were running freely from it. This woman was a natural sub! He had the feeling that he may just have found what he had been searching for over so many years!

Exhausted by her ordeal, Sabrina could do little more than lie limply on the table, whimpering softly. Her arms were on fire from being attached above her head for so long, but the pain just merged into everything else.

"Well, Slave, I imagine you might need to go to the bathroom around about now. Am I right?" Michael asked.

"Yes, Master," Sabrina whispered.

"Very well. I shall release your restraints," Michael advised her.

He detached both her wrist and ankle cuffs from the table and pulled her into a sitting position. Sabrina made as if to stand up but Michael powerd her back onto the table.

"Did I say you could move, Slave?" he said.

"N-no Master," Sabrina whimpered.

"That is another mark in the punishment book for you!" Michael said chillingly. "Now slave, yesterday I was lenient with you and allowed you to walk. From now on, as becomes your station, you will crawl anywhere you wish to go."

With that he pushed Sabrina hard in the middle of her back so that she fell forwards towards the floor. Terrified that she would inflict more pain and damage to her already used breasts, Sabrina put out her hands to protect herself and ended up on all fours.

"Very good, Slave," Michael purred. "I see you have grasped the situation well! Now you may crawl to the bathroom to relieve yourself."

Sabrina hesitated, he surely could not be serious. Pain suddenly shot through her as Michael brought his hand down hard across her ass.

"Once again you forget your place!" he growled. "How many times must I remind you that you have no rights and are to thank me for my generosity?"

"Th-thank you Master, for letting me use the bathroom," Sabrina cried.

"Too late!" Michael grated. "That's another mark against you. My, my, we are accruing a tally, aren't we? I believe your punishment tonight will need to reflect this and will serve as a reminder to you that I will be obeyed at all times!"

Sabrina tremred in fear. Her punishment last night was as much as she could bear! She was now terrified of the ordeal that threatened for tonight! More pain shot through her as once again, Michael's hand landed hard across her ass.

"Get moving Slave. I don't have all day!" he commanded.

This time Sabrina responded with alacrity. She was moving before she was even conscious of it! It felt like an eternity before she reached the doorway to the bathroom. Her entire body was a mass of pain and her bladder was painfully full. She crawled over to the toilet and looked to her master for permission to rise.

Curtly, he nodded. Relieved, she stood up and went to sit on the toilet.

"No slave, you are not allowed to sit. You do not deserve to have any measure of comfort or privacy after that performance." Michael told her. "You will stand there exposed and pee whilst I watch. If you do not wish to do this, then you may crawl back to the other room and we will continue your training."

Sabrina stared at him, but she had no choice. She did not know what the training was going to entail, but she could not bear the offense of losing control of her bowels in the middle of it. Closing her eyes in mortification, she willed herself to go. At first nothing came, but finally a warm stream gushed from her.

"Look at me!" Michael commanded.

Reluctantly Sabrina raised her eyes to her master's face and kept them there until she was finished. However, she was dismayed to feel an insistent pressure in her back passage.

"M-Master, I need to do more than pee!" she whispered.

"I'm sorry, slave, what did you say? I could not hear you!" Michael told her smiling mockingly.

"I need to do more than pee, Master," Sabrina told him more clearly.

"Very well slave, you may sit" he told her, but continued to watch.

Finally Sabrina felt relief and rose to wipe herself off.

"Oh no, slave," I require you to be more clean than that!" Michael informed her, striding into the room. "Get into the bath and bend over facing the wall."

Mystified, Sabrina did as she was told. She felt her wrists being grabbed as Michael swiftly attached them to a ring set halfway down the outside of the bath. Locked in that position Sabrina could not see what he was doing behind her. She heard the click of a cupboard door and then a tap running in the sink. However, she could not hear it drain away. Suddenly she felt pressure against her asshole and something small and hard working its way up inside her back passage. She couldn't understand what this could be, it certainly didn't feel like another butt plug! The object wormed its way further up inside her until it could go no further. Then, without warning, she felt the warm gush of liquid start to flow inside her. She was being powerd to have an enema! More and more continued to flow until her bladder was distended and starting to hurt. Finally Michael removed the apparatus and Sabrina sighed with relief. However, before she could let go, Michael had powerd a butt plug into place, leaving her full and aching with no chance of relief!

Without saying a word, Michael turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving his distressed slave bent over in the bath.

Sabrina could not tell how long she had been bent over with her bladder distended and exerting a pressure that could not be escaped. She was exhausted both physically and emotionally from the events that had so far occurred and she had no way of telling what time of day it was due to the lack of windows. This was all part of Michael's plan to break down her defences and make her pliant to his demands.

Finally, she heard his footsteps approaching. "Well now, Slave," he told her, "I am sure you would like me to remove the plug."

"Oh please, Master, please!" Sabrina cried.

"On one condition" Michael replied. "You will not relieve yourself until I tell you that you may! If, however, you release the flow before I say you can, we shall repeat the process."

"Please Master, I promise I will obey!" Sabrina begged.

"Very well slave," Michael told her, but remember what I said!"

With that he crossed to the bath and swiftly pulled out the butt plug. Taken by surprise, she could not stop the flow of water that followed its removal.

"Very disappointing, slave," Michael chastised her, although he knew full well that she had had no chance to keep the flow inside her due to the speed at which he had pulled out the plug. "It looks as if we will have to repeat the process until you learn to control yourself."

Wide eyed with dismay, Sabrina had no option but to endure whilst Michael once again refilled the enema bag, fed the nozzle and hose into her back passage and flooded her bladder until it could hold no more. Again he inserted the plug and left her in the bath whilst he moved back into the main room to make preparations for the next stage in her training. She could hear him moving around but had no idea what he could be doing.

Finally Michael returned to the bathroom. "Are you ready to try again slave?" he asked.

"Yes Master," she replied.

"Remember, if you cannot control yourself, we will repeat the process until you can!" he warned.

Sabrina steeled herself for the removal of the plug, but Michael waited, gauging her reactions. When he saw her body relax marginally he quickly yanked out the plug. To her dismay, Sabrina once again felt water gushing out in the wake of the plug.

"So it seems as though once again, slave you cannot control yourself!" Michael said smiling grimly. "You know what must happen now."

Shivering, Sabrina nodded, her eyes dull with resignation. Once again she had no choice but to suffer the indignity of having an enema powerd into her and held there with the plug. Michael examined her, noticing how a faint tremor had appeared in her body. By his reckoning, she had reached the limit of her endurance. He walked out of the bathroom leaving her drowning in waves of hopelessness, whilst he put the next part of his plan into action.

This time when Michael walked back into the bathroom, Sabrina could barely raise her head. Her body was trembling uncontrollably and her dull eyes barely registered his presence.

"Are you ready to control yourself slave?" Michael asked her.

Wearily she started to nod, when she caught the slight tightening around his eyes and realised her mistake. "Y-yes Master," she stammered.

"Excellent, slave. I thought you were in danger of slipping there, but you are starting to remember your place!" "Now prepare yourself." he commanded.

This time he made sure to pull the plug slowly out, giving Sabrina time to tense her muscles against the water that threatened to wash out in its waked. To her relief, barely a drop escaped.

"Hmmm, so far so good slave," Michael said, "but remember, you are not allowed to release until I tell you that you may."

"Yes Master," Sabrina replied, relief colouring her voice.

Michael waited, gauging the tremors running through her body until he felt she was about to give way.

"Now slave, you may release," he told her.

"Thank you Master!" Sabrina exclaimed as the water gushed from her in a torrent. She felt an overwhelming gratitude towards him, an effect that Michael had planned for by his careful manipulation of her. Finally the torrent trickled to a stop and Michael released her wrists and helped her straighten up and step out of the bath. Still acting solicitously towards her, he pretended not to notice that she was walking across the bathroom floor and was pleased when he heard her gasp in surprise at the sight that greeted her as she stepped into the main room. There in the centre of the room was a table laid with a snow white cloth and shining cutlery. Delicious aromas started to waft towards them and Sabrina moved as if in a daze. Michael pulled out a chair for her and seated her at the table.

"Eat my slave, and then you may relax." Michael told her. "You will need all your strength for your training this afternoon!"

Sabrina was amazed to see that the meal consisted of all her favourite foods. There was grilled salmon, deep pink and succulent, laid on a bed of creamed leaks with a potato gratin on the side. A chilled glass of white wine stood beside the plate and when Michael lifted the final cover, it revealed a rich, creamy chocolate mousse. Her senses swam. She couldn't comprehend this largesse after the treatment she had been subjected to, but right now she was too tired and worn to resist when Michael encouraged her to eat. As the final spoonful of mousse slipped down her throat, Sabrina turned towards him, her eyes glowing with emotion.

"Master thank you for this. I promise you will have my full obedience from now on!" she said.

For the first time, a genuine smile appeared on Michael's lips, echoed in his eyes.

"Well, my slave, I am pleased. But for now you must rest." he replied.

Gently he drew her up from the chair and guided her towards the bedroom. Already Sabrina's eyes were drooping and she willingly allowed him to lay her down on the bed. Gently Michael reattached her wrists to the chain at the head of the bed, although this time he allowed more slack. He briefly returned to the main room to retrieve a couple of items then made his way back to the bed. He sat down beside her prone form and gently spread her legs wide. Too tired to protest, Sabrina lay pliant. Michael moved his hand up between her thighs and started to work his fingers between the lips of her pussy. She moaned as the action of his fingers brought a response from deep within her and her juices started to flow. Moving his hand slightly, Michael found her clit and pinched it between his fingers, rubbing it, flicking it, stimulating it until the little bud stood erect and proud. Then he moved his fingers back to her pussy and inserted first one, then two fingers inside her, whilst the others continued to work at her clit. By now her juices were flowing freely. Michael moved his other hand between her legs, making sure his fingers were coated in her essence before they worked their way back towards her asshole. Slowly, gently, he inserted first one, then another finger into her back passage.

By now Sabrina was writhing in desire. Michael could tell that only a little more was required to send her over the edge. His fingers increased their rhythm, the ones in her back passage increased their pressure whilst the ones in her pussy found and stimulated her g-spot. Finally, with her body shuddering in reaction, Michael flicked her clit and was rewarded by her screaming in ecstasy as an immense orgasm crashed over her. As Sabrina slowly descended from the apex of desire, Michael slowly and gently filled her pussy once more with a dildo and her ass with a butt plug, although these were nowhere near the girth to which she had been subjected to earlier. Michael smoothed back her hair from her face. ""Sleep now my slave, and dream of your master!" he urged and obediently Sabrina drifted off to relax.

Slowly Sabrina awoke, rising up from the dark velvety depths of the best relax she had had in years. As she tried to stretch, the pull on her wrist brought her back to her situation. Still, Michael had treated her so kindly before she fell arelax, she felt sure the worst was over.

As if her thoughts had drawn him to her, Michael appeared in the doorway. "So my slave is finally awake!" he said, looking down at her.

"Yes Master. Thank you" Sabrina replied smiling up at him.

Crossing to the bed, Michael bent over and detached her wrist from the chain. Without letting go he took hold of her other wrist and drew them both behind her head, attaching them together with a clip.

"Now on your knees slave!" he ordered. "Thank your master properly."

Confused at his sudden change in attitude, Sabrina nevertheless obediently sank to the floor and knelt at his feet. Swiftly Michael undid the fly to his slacks and his cock sprang free. By now Sabrina knew what she must do and obediently took him into her mouth, her tongue licking and caressing up and down the entire length of his shaft, swirling over it's head, darting into the hole at it's tip to taste the pre-cum that was glistening within. Suddenly Michael grabbed her hair and pulled her away, instead powering her head to a position where she was directly in front of his balls. Unsure what he wanted her to do, Sabrina raised her eyes to his questioningly.

"Lick them!" was Michael's command. "And this time slave, use your initiative to make your master cum!"

Slowly at first, and then with more confidence, Sabrina started to work her tongue across Michael's balls, licking and caressing first one, then the other. Working on pure inspiration she lit her tongue drift up the channel between them and was rewarded by an intake of breath above her. Feeling more confident, she repeated her action more firmly. Yes, this was definitely having an effect.

Pushing closer against him, Sabrina moved her tongue backwards until it approached his hole. Greatly daring, she swirled her tongue around the entrance and then swiftly darted it across. She was rewarded by a groan from Michael. Once again she repeated the process before shuffling backwards and once more taking his cock into her mouth. By now it was completely engorged and pre-cum glistened at the head. On her own initiative Sabrina adjusted the position of her head and took him as deep down her throat as she could manage before pulling back and swirling the tip of her tongue around his head. Again, she took him down deep, and again, and again until she could feel the irresistible pressure start to build. With one more swift flick of her tongue Michael shot his load deep into her throat, gripping her hair as wave after wave of orgasm swept through him. Finally spent, he pulled out slightly, allowing her to lick him completely clean.

"Very good, Slave. You have pleased your Master" he told Sabrina.

Sabrina smiled up at him. She should be feeling humiliated to be used like this, but knowing that she had pleased her master made her feel as if it was the best thing to have happened to her!

"Now it's time for your training to continue." Michael told her, unclipping her wrists. "Follow me."

Sabrina was about to stand up when she suddenly remembered she must crawl everywhere unless told otherwise by her Master. Shivering in relief at her close shave, Sabrina crawled out into the main room.

"Very good, slave, it seems as if you are finally learning your place!" Michael commented. "Now come and stand over here!"

Sabrina did as she was told. Michael once again clipped her wrists behind her head and then placed them over a hook suspended from the ceiling. He then moved to the drawers and returned with several lengths of doured rope. Sabrina watched him warily, wondering what was next in store for her.

Michael took the first length and wrapped it around her chest, first running over her breasts and then running under them before tying it off at the back. He then took a second length and fed it vertically between the two bands, drawing it tight between her breasts. She now looked as if she was wearing a bra, but he was not finished. Taking one length of the doured rope he wrapped it around her left breast, pulling it snug until her breast stood out like a globe. He fed the leftover rope diagonally over her right shoulder and secured it temporarily. He repeated the process with her right breast. Finally he tied off both ends to the ropes at her back. Both her breasts now stood proud and globular.

"Very nice!" Michael murmured.

Then he reached for another length of rope and expertly formed restraints around her waist, and hair, leaving a fair amount of the length unused and threaded 2 final lengths of rope through d-rings set into her ankle cuffs. Finally, he unhooked Sabrina's wrists and detached the cuffs.

"Put your hands down behind your back." he commanded.

Sabrina hastily complied. Michael reattached her wrists together. Giving her a push to get her going, Michael told Sabrina to get onto the padded table, lying face down. Uncertain as to what was going to happen next, Sabrina nevertheless complied. She did not want to incur any more punishment than she was already due!

Unable to see what was happening in this position, she felt Michael moving around the table. Suddenly she felt her right ankle being drawn up behind her, her knee bending as Michael swiftly tied it to a d-ring in her right wrist cuff. Then her left ankle was bound in the same way. Sabrina was now lying on the table in an efficient hog tie. Michael left her there briefly whilst he moved over to another section of the room. This was where he kept his special items. He returned with what looked like a T-bar, with both lengths being extendible. Attached to the ends of the cross bar were two leather cuffs. These he locked around Sabrina's legs, just above the knees. Now her legs were spread far apart, exposing her ass and pussy completely. Sabrina gasped as he swiftly removed both the dildo and butt plug and then sighed in relief.

However, Michael was not finished. He returned to the drawers and returned with something Sabrina could not see. To her dismay, she felt herself being filled once more, this time with larger, thicker implements and something else was resting against her clit. What she could not see was that this was a very special device that Michael had created himself. It was a combination of 3 different vibrators, anal, vaginal & clitoral, all held in a cradle that could then be attached to the end of the T-bar. Moving the telescopic bar until he was sure that they were all nestled tightly where they should be, with no chance of Sabrina expelling them, he locked it into place.

He now brought over more lengths of rope and pulled ring down from the ceiling until it was directly above Sabrina's body. First he took the length of rope left over from the cinch he had made at Sabrina's waist and tied it to the ring. Then he took a second length of rope and ran it around the point where her ankles were attached to her wrists, before again attaching it to the ring. Finally he took hold of the rope tied around her hair and drew her head back until she was looking towards the ceiling before it too was tied to the ring. Now Sabrina was completely immobilised.

Moving around to her head, Michael withdrew a ball gag from his pocket. As she drew breath to protest, he gripped her jaw, powering her mouth to open and then swiftly pushed the gag behind her teeth, doing up the buckle behind her head before she had a chance to push it out. He then took out a leather blind fold from his other pocket and wrapped this snugly over her eyes. His cock stirred once more to see his slave bound and helpless, with no idea what was to happen next!

Sabrina felt a pressure exert itself on her body and then realised with dismay that the table was dropping away beneath her. Michael had moved across the room and pressed a switch, which was now raising the ring back towards the ceiling. When she was about 4 feet off the floor he stopped. He moved back to stand by Sabrina's head.

"Well slave, I have things to do, so I shall just leave you here for a while." he said. "I will leave you to entertain yourself, but mind you do not cum as I haven't given you permission!"

He smiled to himself as he said this. There was no way she could avoid having orgasm after orgasm tied and immobilised, with the vibrators locked into place!

Sabrina flinched as she felt the first vibrations start up in her ass and pussy and then gasped as she felt her clit being stimulated. Within no time at all her pussy was dripping wet as her body climbed irresistibly towards a climax she could not control. Finally she crashed over the edge, shuddering as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. However, there was no relief for her, as the vibrators continued their insistent stimulation. Again and again she orgasmed, each more intense than the last until her whole body was over-sensitised. She could do nothing to get away from the vibrators and was now dizzy and disoriented as her frantic movements had set her body swinging and the blindfold blocked her vision. Finally, unable to stand any more, she blacked out.

Sabrina came around and realised with relief that the insistent stimulation had ceased. Instead she could feel fingers softly stroking her skin, smoothing strands of hair away from her face, lightly running finger tips across her sensitised breasts, which were still tightly bound, the nipples engorged. God, it felt so good! She willingly accepted her master's touch, trying to angle her body closer to him, trying to lean into his touch. The fingers moved up behind her head and released the buckle holding the ball gag in place, before gently removing it from her mouth. Then they slowly drifted down her body, stroking and caressing her skin. She felt them leave her body and she heard sounds behind her and then once again they were back, gently withdrawing the vibrators from her body.

"Oh Master, thank you!" Sabrina murmured. "That feels so good!"

"Well slave" she heard him say, "I think you are progressing well. I am pleased with you. However, you did cum without my permission and will have to be punished severely!"

Tears leaked from beneath her blindfold as she realised that his tender treatment did not in any way mean that his demeanour had softened.

"However my slave, since you have pleased me so well, you shall have a reward first." he continued.

Once again the fingers were back, running gently over her mound, and slipping easily between her legs and parting the lips of her labia. Suddenly she gasped as she felt a tongue dart in and start to stimulate her sensitive clit. She moaned in ecstasy as it started to respond to the expert treatment it was receiving from her master's tongue. When she started to rise towards a peak the tongue left her clit and started to lick up and into her pussy. Sabrina was now awash with desire. Once again the tongue made its way back to her clit, flicking, licking and then she felt teeth take hold and nip gently. She cried out at the sensation created.

"Please Master, I need to cum. Please Master, may I cum?" she cried.

"Yes slave, you may cum," was all she needed to hear from Michael's voice before she shuddered into climax.

All at once the blindfold was removed, leaving Sabrina blinking in the sudden light. She saw Michael standing in front of her, but all at once she felt fingers start to stroke the inside of her thighs, rising slowly up towards her pussy. What was happening? How could this be? With her head still held back by the restraints, she could not see to whom the fingers belonged. However, Michael smiled down at her.

"Are you enjoying the ministrations of Suki?" Michael asked.

Sabrina's jaw dropped in shock. There was another woman in the room, and she was touching her, stroking her in her most private places!

Michael observed her reaction. "Oh yes slave, Suki is quite s*******ed." he advised Sabrina. "Tell me, did you enjoy your orgasm?" he asked.

"Y-yes, Master." Sabrina replied.

"Well I'm sure you will be pleased to know that you have Suki to thank. She was one of my best slaves and I was almost sorry to sell her!" Michael told her. "However, she brought a good price and her master lent her to me tonight as a favour."

Throughout Michael's explanation Suki's fingers had continued stroking and caressing Sabrina's pussy until she could no longer deny the effect they were having on her. Slowly, inexorably, she was moving once again towards climax! But the idea that a woman was doing this to her left her shocked and confused. Raising her eyes, she looked imploringly at Michael.

"So slave, what do you have to say? Will you now admit that you like the attentions of a woman?" Michael asked.

Heat rising to her cheeks, Sabrina had to finally admit to the truth. Suki's fingers seemed to know instinctively how to give her the greatest pleasure!

"Yes, Master," Sabrina replied quietly. "I like the attentions of a woman."

"Excellent response, slave," Michael advised her. "Are you close to orgasm?"

"Yes, Master." Sabrina replied.

"Very well, slave, because I am feeling generous, you may cum!" Michael told her, nodding at Suki as he did so.

In response, Suki stepped up the rhythm of her fingers and tongue, working faster and harder. She moved one slender finger up into Sabrina's ass whilst slipping another inside her pussy to find and stimulate her g-spot. Fingers moving in unimister, Suki gently bit down on Sabrina's clit, sending her spiralling into orgasm. Finally, as Sabrina hung shaking in the aftermath, she felt herself being lowered to the table. The strain on her neck and limbs was eased as Michael started to undo the ropes binding her, although he left her breasts still bound. At last she was able to straighten her body and lay limply on the table.

"You will be allowed to have a take and use the bathroom before your punishment, slave", Michael told her.

"Thank you Master." Sabrina replied weakly.

At a gesture from Michael, Suki rose from where she had been kneeling and walked over to the door. Just inside the doorway was the trolley from which lunch had been served. Now standing upon it was a jug of chilled orange juice and a glass. Filling it, she returned to Michael's side, eyes demurely downcast. At another gesture, she sank to her knees and offered the glass to Sabrina. Raising herself slightly from the table, Sabrina took the glass and let the cool liquid wash down her throat, easing her thirst. Before long, she had drained the glass.

Hesitantly, she looked up at Michael. "Please Master, may I have some more juice?"

Michael looked at her consideringly. She did look dehydrated. "Very well, slave." He told her, "You may have as much juice as you need."

"Thank you Master!" Sabrina said gratefully.

"Slave Suki, bring the jug over and give my slave as much juice as she requires!" Michael ordered.

Eyes still downcast, Suki rose and moved back to the trolley, returning with the jug and refilling Sabrina's glass. Again, Sabrina drained the contents and held out the glass for more. With the third glass empty, Sabrina finally felt as if her thirst was quenched. She handed the glass back to Suki and looked up at her Master.

"Please may I use the bathroom, Master?" she asked.

"Yes Slave, you may," he replied. "Slave Suki, you may go" he instructed. "You may tell your master that you performed well."

"Yes Master," Suki replied quietly, the first words she had spoken since Sabrina became aware of her presence, and immediately left the room.

Sabrina, meanwhile, had slipped off the table and was crawling towards the bathroom. Michael followed her and leaned against the doorframe. She was so exhausted that she didn't even react as she turned around to see him watching her. She sagged in relief as a golden stream gushed from her into the bowl.

Michael nodded to himself. This was going very well. One by one her barriers were coming down. She was a natural submissive. The next step was to induct her into the pleasures of pain. He was confident that within a short space he would have her completely trained to do whatever he wanted and to thank him for it. In return, he would expand her boundaries and take her to the peaks of pleasure. His cock stirred as he anticipated the future. It was taking all of his self control not to ram it into her sweet little pussy and adorable ass, but he could be patient. He would wait for the perfect moment, knowing it would be all the sweeter when it came.

"Now slave" Michael commanded when he was sure Sabrina had finished. "Clean yourself up and return to the main room. Do not keep me waiting!"

"Yes, Master" Sabrina replied, immediately going to the hand basin.

Looking into the mirror, she was surprised by what she saw. Although exhausted, her skin was glowing and her eyes were clear. They drifted lower to take in the effect of her bound breasts. These were round and full, with the nipples standing out proud, showing off to great effect the golden rings with which they had been pierced. Almost sorry, her fingers rose to caress her nipples, running them softly around the aureoles and over the tips.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Michael thundered, from the doorway.

Sabrina flinched. She had forgotten he would be there! Now she was in trouble, for she knew her master was angry.

Michael strode into the bathroom and grabbed Sabrina by the hair.

"Down on your knees, slave!" he shouted, shoving her roughly to the floor.

Whimpering, Sabrina swiftly complied. She opened her mouth to apologise.

"No talking Slave. You have severely displeased me and now you will pay the price!" Michael grated.

Pulling her by the hair, he dragged her out of the bathroom and back into the main room. He took a clip from his pocket and attached on end to a d-ring on her collar and the other to a ring in the floor. He then clipped Sabrina's wrists together behind her and pulled down a hook from the ceiling. He then raised it until her arms were raised painfully high in the air. He left her there weeping whilst he moved around the room, preparing the equipment he would be using for her punishment.

Sabrina was shaking with dread. Her position was very painful and meant that she could not see Michael's face or what he was doing. She could tell, however, by the tone of his voice and the abrupt way that he was moving about the room, that he was extremely angry! Finally his footsteps approached the place where she knelt. He detached her collar from the floor ring and yanked her head back to look at him.

"I had been inclined to be lenient today, Slave," he informed her, "seeing as you had done so well. However, you have now spoilt that and I must take steps to make sure that you never forget your place, ever again!"

Pulling painfully on her hair, Michael jerked her to her feet and pushed her a couple of metres into the centre of the room. There she saw a large metal hoop set within a frame which had been brought out from where it had stood against one of the walls. It was now locked into place via specially designed slots in the floor and ceiling.

Michael grabbed Sabrina's wrists and one by one attached them to rings set at the top of the circle. Then he did the same with her ankles. Finally, he plaited a leather thong through her hair and attached it so tightly to another ring at the very top of the circle that it set up a constant ache in her scalp. When Michael was finished, Sabrina was held in a spread position, arms and legs held out in an X, her head locked into position and her body completely immobilised but easily accessible to whatever was in store for her.

"By the time I have finished with you today, you will wish that you had never forgotten your place, slave" Michael hissed. "You will bow to my will or I shall break you. It is your choice!"

Sabrina shivered at the menace in his voice. She had thought things were bad before. How much worse were they now going to get!

Michael moved out of her sight and went to his set of drawers. Returning to where she was restrained he showed her a pair of nipple clamps. Swiftly, he set about removing the ropes that still encircled her breasts. She could not stop a moan escaping as feeling suddenly rushed back into her breasts, bringing a stinging sensation. She was, however, to get no reprieve.

No sooner had the ropes fallen to the floor than Michael gripped and pinched first one, then the other of her nipples, locking into place the pair of clamps. Sabrina cried out in pain. This pair was more severe than any she had previously experienced. That coupled with the sensations flooding back into her breasts, combined with the tenderness being caused by the fresh piercings was almost more than she could endure. Then to her dismay, Michael took a pair of heavy weights and attached these to each of the clamps, unmercifully letting them suddenly drop so that the full weight dragged against her sensitive nipples. Sabrina screamed in agony.

Without giving any sign that he had heard her cries of pain, Michael moved back to the drawers and removed a huge vibrator & butt plug. Without hesitation he pushed the vibrator against Sabrina's pussy, powering it, inch by inch, up inside her until it rested at the very neck of her cervix. Then, using the smallest amount of lubrication possible to ensure maximum discomfort, he pushed the butt plug into her asshole, unmercifully keeping up the pressure despite her screams until its entire length was inside her.

By now tears were pouring down Sabrina's face, but Michael was not yet finished. He pulled a tube of toothpaste from his pocket and liberally smeared it between her pussy lips and over her clit. At first nothing happened, but then Sabrina tried to writhe away from the burning sensation it was creating. However, restrained as she was, there was little she could do to escape.

Michael now moved across the room to a cupboard, which he opened. Laid out inside were a variety of whips and floggers, ranging from a simple flat paddle through to a full length bull whip. He selected a couple of implements and closed the doors. Striding back to where Sabrina was held, he showed her what he had brought. The first was a thin, flexible cane that whistled as he whipped it through the air. The second was a flogger – a leather whip that ended in multiple thin strands, each with a small knot at its very tip.

"Very well slave" he told her. "This is to be your punishment. For the mild disobedience you showed this morning you shall receive ten cuts from the cane. Ten across your back and ten across your front. However, for your gross disobedience in the bathroom, that of not obeying your Master's wishes and for touching yourself, you shall receive ten more strokes, this time from the flogger."

Sabrina almost fainted from shock and fear. She had barely survived yesterday's punishment! How was she to endure this?

"Please, Master, please don't do this!" Sabrina begged, tears streaming down her face. "I cannot take such punishment!"

"Silence, Slave" Michael yelled. "It is not up to you to decide what punishment I mete out!"

With that he took hold of the cane and brought it whistling down hard across her ass. Her right cheek exploded in pain as a line of fire sprang up under the mark left by the cane. Again, Michael brought the cane down hard, this time against her left cheek. Then, with slow deliberation he laid cuts across her back, shoulders and thighs, one after another until her skin was marked with a crisscross of red weals. Finally he came to the last stroke. Taking careful aim he brought the cane down hard across the crack in her ass, pushing the plug hard up inside her. Sabrina screamed in agony and ******.

She was brought back to consciousness by Michael throwing a bucket of ice cold water into her face. Shocked by this treatment, Sabrina could only stare at him as he once again picked up the cane. This time he laid stripes across the tops of her thighs, her stomach and her breasts, drawing a line of fire in the wake of each stroke. The pain was excruciating, especially when then cane caught the weights hanging from the nipple clamps, setting them swinging and adding yet more agony to her tender and used nipples. Finally the last stroke came, and he laid it directly across her pussy. For the second time, Sabrina fainted.

This time, Michael let her regain consciousness herself. In the meantime, he unclipped the locks holding the circle stationary and rotated it until Sabrina was held upside down. He then locked it back into position. Finally Sabrina came around, her eyes flying wide as she realised she was upside down.

"Well slave, that is the first part of your punishment completed" Michael informed her.

With that he shook out the tails of the flogger, making sure to do so in front of her so that she could appreciate the full enormity of what was coming next. Moving behind her, he drew back his arm and let swing. The tails whipped across her body, each landing with a stinging sensation as it met her skin. Before long, her entire back was glowing red and crossed with different widths of stripes. She was sobbing and screaming from the pain and it took her a while to realise that vibrations had started deep within her pussy and her ass. Michael had turned his appliances on!

Pausing only to move around to her front, Michael once again laid into her front, making sure to lay strokes across her tender breasts and pussy. For Sabrina, hanging upside down with no means to escape either the punishment or the effects of the vibrators the boundaries between pain and pleasure were starting to merge. The pain from the flogger was intense, but her pussy was hot and wet and her body was starting an inexorable rise towards climax. "How could this be?" she thought dazedly. This should not be happening. Soon, however, she could no longer deny that her body was crying out for orgasm. Michael noticed the change in her body and paused in his punishment. There were two strokes left to go.

"Well, slave?" he asked. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Please Master, I'm very sorry I disobeyed you!" Sabrina wept.

"That's better, slave" he replied and made as if to leave her there.

"Please Master," Sabrina cried, "Don't leave me here! I need to cum!"

"Well you may not do so," said Michael. "You know you must have my permission and so therefore you must resist!"

Wide-eyed Sabrina nodded dejectedly. With every fibre of her being, she concentrated on holding off the orgasm that was threatening to overwhelm her. Michael watched her, judging carefully from the tremors running through her body how close she was to orgasm. Finally he judged that she would not be able to hold out much longer.

"Well slave, I have decided that that you may cum...... on one condition!" he added as hope flared in her eyes. "You may cum only after the last stroke of your punishment. You have two strokes left to go."

By now Sabrina was desperate and would have agreed to anything Michael asked of her.

"Yes Master, your slave will obey!" she told him.

"Very well, slave, remember, only after the last stroke has landed" Michael instructed.

With that he laid the first blow across her nipples, once again setting the weights swinging. Sabrina screamed. Then taking his time, he aimed carefully and laid the last blow directly across her clit. Again Sabrina screamed.

"Now slave, you may cum" Michael informed her and Sabrina crashed over the edge into the most intense orgasm she had ever experience. Pain and pleasure had merged until she could no longer distinguish which was which and her body shook and shuddered in reaction. Finally Michael switched off the vibrators and wiped away the toothpaste from her clit. Limp and exhausted, Sabrina hung upside down in her restraints. Slowly Michael unlocked the hoop and gently rotated it until Sabrina was once again upright. Locking it into place he first unclipped the clamps and weights from her nipples, then released her hair from its bondage, closely followed by her ankles. As he detached her wrists, Sabrina fell forward into his arms, where he gently cradled her.

Gently he ran a finger down between her breasts, tracing a line down her belly towards her navel. Sabrina moaned and nestled closer to him. She looked and felt so defenceless and vulnerable that his cock throbbed with desire. Sweeping her up into his arms Michael strode into the bedroom, laying her on the bed. One by one he eased the vibrators out of her, gently stroking her and soothing her all the time.

Sabrina murmured in protest as she felt Michael's body leave hers but within moments he was lying beside her, skin against skin, his hands and lips exploring her body, stroking her, caressing her, his fingertips moving like silk against her skin. Finally they drifted down between her legs, pressing aside the lips of her pussy to delve deep within. Sabrina moaned and moved her body against his. This felt so good! Then his fingers withdrew and she felt his cock seeking entrance whilst his hand moved up to cover her mound, fingers finding and stimulating her clit. Slowly at first, and then with more urgency his cock thrust inside her, moving with an urgency that her body was matching. This was what she wanted! She wanted her master so much!

"Please Master," she whispered, "I want you so much! Take me and do with me what you will, I live but to serve you."

Michael groaned as he heard these words and buried his lips in the column of her throat, kissing the soft silkiness of her skin. He was so close now! His rhythm became more urgent, his cock now buried deep within her and his fingers stimulating her clit. He could feel it as their bodies started to rise together towards climax. Finally he could hold back no more and with one final thrust he spilled his seed within her, pinching down on her clit he could feel her reach the peak. As one they hit the peak of climax, each gripped by a wave of sensation. Slowly, very slowly they started to descend until finally, their bodies intertwined, they drifted off to relax.

Michael awoke first and spent some time looking down at his slave. Her body was covered with angry welts, left from the severe whipping she had endured the night before. Gently he ran his fingers over the ridges left on her skin. Sabrina winced, but was still deeply arelax, exhausted from the events of the day before. He had been harsh with her, he admitted to himself, but her complete surrender to him had been worth it. To feel her body so pliant, so responsive to his touch and to hear her place herself completely in his hands was the greatest aphrodisiac he could ever have!

He cast his mind back to the first time he had seen her. They had both been at a conference and although she had not noticed him from across the room, his attention had been drawn to her as she stood, self-possessed and aloof. He noticed several men glancing her way surreptitiously and then moving on, obviously unnerved by her obvious aura of self-assurance. Men like that were weak, he thought. Too insecure and unsure of their own worth, they were intimidated and felt threatened by this woman. Not Michael, however. He had a self assurance to match hers, even surpass it. His many years as a master had taught him that strong women often made the best submissives once their barriers had been broken down. It took great strength of character to become a slave, to give your life over completely to another. The woman, he felt looking at her, might have the potential to be the very best!

From that moment on, Michael made a point of finding out as much as he could about her. Finding where she worked was easy, he had only to look at the sign in sheet at the conference to find that she worked for a high powered media firm. By the looks of it, she was being held back, due no doubt to the insecurities of those above her! Gradually he expanded his search, finding out the details of her permisteral life, noting that she had no close family or friends and seemed devoted to her job.

This was a made to measure proposition! It would be easy to separate her from her life without causing too many ripples and with little chance of anyone raising too many questions about her disappearance. The only fly in the ointment seemed to be her boss, who piled far too much work onto her shoulders and then turned around and took all the credit! He would surely scream should she disappear! However, as he had told Sabrina yesterday, it had been a simple matter to lay evidence of his use of his position where it could be easily found. It had then merely required a telephone call to the HR department purporting to be from a well known sanatorium to set the ball rolling. He had informed the HR officer that Sabrina had suffered a complete nervous breakdown due to the unacceptable workload that her boss had put her under. He then went on to explain that they would be moving her to a quiet sanctuary in the country where she could rest and recuperate, and that she was therefore handing in her notice. Of course, with the spectre of a lawsuit hovering before them, the officer had agreed not to hold her to her 2 months notice period, and the deed was done. Her boss, they assured him, would be thoroughly investigated.

Looking down again, Michael noticed that Sabrina was still deeply arelax. Rising slowly and quietly so as not to wake her, Michael slipped into the bathroom. Once there he turned on the taps to the bath and sorted through the bottles arrayed on the shelf above it. Finally he found what he was looking for. The oil in the bottle would help to ease the pain in her muscles and joints that she was bound to feel this morning. In addition, it had properties which would help to numb the pain of her beating. He withdrew the stopper and poured a liberal amount into the bath and then tested the temperature of the water. It should be just about right. Hot enough to open the pores in her skin to allow the oil to work, but not so hot that her used body could not stand it. Turning off the taps, he walked back into the bedroom and gently shook Sabrina awake.

Her eyes still relaxy, Sabrina finally focussed on Michael standing above her and then hissed in pain as a the results of her punishment made themselves abundantly known. Fearfully she looked up at her master, confused by the sudden changes in his permisterality yesterday and was unsure what to expect today.

"I'm sure that my slave must be sore from her punishment" he told her gently. "I have run you a bath which should ease the pain."

Sabrina stared up at him, searching his face for confirmation. Michael smiled down at her. "Come along now slave, don't let the water get cold!" he said.

Hardly believing this change in her master, Sabrina quickly slipped off the bed, wincing at the pain travelling through her body. Without being told, she sank to her knees and proceeded to crawl into the bathroom. Michael followed her in and as she made to get into the bath he put out his hand to stop her. Her eyes flew to his face, wondering what she had done wrong.

"Slave, you cannot have your bath with your cuffs on, they will shrink and cut off your circulation!", he explained, taking out a key and unlocking both her wrist and ankle cuffs. "Now you may get in" he told her.

Reaching out a hand to steady her as she stepped into the bath, he was rewarded by a dazzling smile.

"Thank you Master" she said, wincing slightly as she lowered herself into the hot water.

"Now slave, can I trust you to behave yourself when you are alone? I have to attend to some things."

"Oh yes, Master!" Sabrina replied.

"Very well slave, I will trust you." Michael told her and left the room.

Sabrina sighed and sank deeper into the water. The heat started to soothe her strained muscles and before long she felt she was up to running a sponge over her skin. Picking one off shelf, she squeezed some liquid soap onto it and started to gently wash her body, wincing as it ran over the raised welts inflicted by the whips. Finally, she shampooed her hair and conditioned it before stepping from the bath and wrapping herself in a fluffy towel which Michael had laid out for her, patting herself dry and trying to avoid aggravating the welts.

Moving to the hand basin she brushed her teeth then moved back into the bedroom, where she smoothed moisturiser over her face before drying her hair. Looking down, she noticed that Michael had left the wrist and ankle cuffs on the dressing table. Hesitating only slightly, Sabrina took them and clipped them around her wrists and legs. Michael, watching her through the two-way mirror above the dressing table, nodded to himself, pleased. Good! She was already accepting her new role. Making sure to make enough noise so that she would hear him, Michael approached the door to the main room. Swiftly, Sabrina ran from the bedroom and was waiting for him, kneeling on the floor with her legs apart, hands behind her head and her eyes cast down.

The door opened and Michael stood framed in the doorway, clad in a black silk robe. Sabrina knew what this meant. It was time for her breakfast.

"Well slave?" Michael asked her. "Are you ready for your breakfast?"

"Yes Master," was her prompt reply.

Moving into the room and standing before her, Michael opened the front of his robe. Glancing up at him for permission, Sabrina took his cock in her hand, letting her fingers slide up and down its shaft, then drift down to cup his balls, before running a fingertip up the channel that ran between them. She was rewarded by a swift intake of breath from above. Slowly, teasingly, she brought her tongue into play, licking and flicking it up and down Michael's cock. Then acting on inspiration, she moved her face lower and sucked his right ball into his mouth. This time Michael could not hold back a groan. This woman was a natural!

Withdrawing slightly, flicking her tongue between his balls she then proceeded to suck in his left ball and repeat the process. His cock was fully engorged and pre-cum was glistening at its head. Sabrina judged that it was time. With no warning, she suddenly pulled back and then enveloped his cock in her mouth, taking him as far down her throat as she could manage. Michael dropped his hands and wound his fingers into her hair, pulling her roughly against him, before he withdrew slightly. Sabrina did not let up. Her tongue was encircling the head of his penis, flicking it, licking it, caressing it, then once again she took the initiative and moved forwards against him, allowing his cock to sink deep into her throat. Now Michael was gripped in an irrevocable cycle. Slowly but surely he was moving towards climax. Now he took over. Taking a tighter grip on Sabrina's hair, he held it immobile as he thrust deeply within her, again and again until finally he shot his load. This time he could feel his slave swallow without any reminder, her tongue moving to catch every last drop. Finally spent, he withdrew.

"Excellent, slave!" he congratulated her. "You have done well and your Master is pleased."

Sabrina risked looking up at him. He was smiling down at her and this time the smile reached his eyes! She felt her heart skip a beat. There was a magnetism about this man that overcame everything else. She was beginning to understand that he could do anything to her and she would thank him for it. The merest smile on his face was enough to lift her mood!

"Now slave, I want you on the table!" Michael commanded.

Sabrina obediently crawled towards the table. When she reached it she looked to Michael for further instruction.

"On your front, slave," he told her.

Sabrina lay herself down on her front on top of the table.

"Spread your legs!" was Michael's next command and Sabrina quickly obeyed. Now she was completely exposed. He ran an experienced hand down between her legs and inserted one, then two, then finally three fingers into her pussy. He smiled to himself as her juices covered his fingers. She was already turned on, just as he was training her to be! Sabrina barely caught back a moan, the feeling of his fingers inside her was so good! Then they were withdrawn and she felt pressure at the entrance to her back passage. Michael's fingers, covered in her juices pressed insistently at her asshole until first one, then two slid up inside her. This time, Sabrina couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her as the movement of his fingers inside her started to arouse her. She could feel herself getting hot & wet. Then to her intense disappointment, she could feel Michael's finger withdraw.

"Not bad, my slave," Michael advised, "but you are not yet ready."

Moving to the head of the table he attached her wrists to it, then moved back out of the room. Before long, Sabrina could hear the sound of a trolley being wheeled in. There was further movement and then Michael was back standing beside her. He unclipped her wrists from the table.

"You may now eat," he told Sabrina.

She slipped off the table onto her hands and knees and turned around to face the direction of the trolley. Then to her dismay, she caught sight of the chair which she had been powerd to sit in yesterday. Pleadingly, she looked up at her master, who shook his head at her.

"I told you yesterday, slave that you would be stretched until you can accommodate my fully! Whilst your pussy is now adequate, your ass is still too tight." Michael explained. "Therefore you will sit in that chair each day for at least one hour and you will keep the plug in for the entire day until I am satisfied!"

Swallowing hard, Sabrina accepted her fate and crawled towards the chair and the awaiting trolley. Without waiting to be told, Sabrina bent over the back of the chair awaiting her Master's attentions. Pleased, Michael moved towards his set of drawers, choosing a plug that whilst large, was soft and contoured so that it could be kept in easily. As his slave was behaving herself so well, he also took a tube of luricant and liberally coated the plug with it before squeezing more around and within her asshole.

Sabrina closed her eyes and held her breath as she felt the plug pressing against her asshole before sliding inside. She almost sagged in relief when she felt its entire length settle within her, then her eyes flew wide as Michael inflated it to further increase it's girth. Once again she felt as if she would be split apart. However, Michael slipped a finger between her legs and started to stroke her pussy, encouraging her to relax. Finally she let out a sigh as her body finally accepted the extreme pressure inside her back passage.

"Now slave, I want your hands behind your back" Michael instructed. Sabrina swiftly complied. "You may stand and walk around to the front of the chair," Michael continued. Sabrina did so.

"Now hold your arms out behind you and sit down" Michael told her.

Slowly Sabrina lowered herself onto the chair, feeling the dildo filling her pussy as she did so. With her back passage so stretched by the butt plug, she felt completely filled, but to her relief, Michael had not increased the size of the dildo. Although she was uncomfortable, she was not in agony. As he had done yesterday, Michael proceeded to feed her small mouthfuls of deliciously cooked food and held a cup of fragrant tea to her lips to allow her to take.

"Thank you, Master" Sabrina said quietly, when the last of the food was gone.

"Well slave, I have to attend to business, so I shall leave you here." Michael told her. "However, I do not think I need to use the blindfold today. Do I have your promise that you will stay where you are and not attempt to move until I return?"

Nodding eagerly, Sabrina was quick to assure him that she wouldn't move. With that Michael turned and wheeling the trolley before him, he left the room.

Left alone, Sabrina ran the events of the past two days through her mind. She had been beaten, used and humiliated, but in spite of that she was surprised to find that a deep attachment to her master had formed. She couldn't understand it! By rights she should hate him for abducting her and subjecting her to the things she had suffered, but every time she thought of him, her stomach flipped. How was it that she could experience the most intense orgasms at his hands? She shifted slightly, still unaccustomed to sitting with both holes filled and realised as she did so that pleasant sensations were being created by that simple motion. Only two days ago she would have been too scared and shocked to have noticed, but now, her nipples were hardening in response!

Sabrina was unaware that Michael was carefully watching her on CCTV monitors which were linked to tiny cameras mounted in various places throughout the suite of rooms. In fact she had never once been left unobserved throughout the time she had been here. He nodded to himself as he noticed her squirming on the chair. Yes, she was coming along nicely! She was now starting to recognise the pleasures of being completely filled. The dildo was large enough that the smallest movement on her part would cause it to stimulate her G-spot. Briefly he toyed with the idea of leaving her a while longer to see if she would try to achieve an orgasm on her own, for which, of course, she would be punished, but eventually he decided that the hour was up and she needed time to recover from the beating she had sustained last night.

Lost in her own thoughts, it took Sabrina a while to realise that the door had opened and that Michael was standing looking at her.

"Well slave, how are you feeling?" he asked, "And I want a truthful answer!"

"Master I don't know why, but I'm feeling aroused!" Sabrina replied. "Every time I shift position, I'm becoming stimulated!" Seeing a faint shadow of a frown forming on Michael's face she hurried on. "I swear I haven't been moving deliberately, Master! It's just I have to move to ease the strain!"

"Very well, slave. Seeing as you have been truthful, I shall be lenient this time, but if I ever catch you trying to stimulate yourself without my permission, I will severely punish you!" Michael advised. "Now, I expect you would like to use the bathroom?" he asked.

"Yes please, Master," Sabrina replied gratefully.

Michael strode over to where she was sitting and helped her to ease herself off the chair, noticing as he did so, how wet the dildo was! Without being prompted, Sabrina sank to her knees and crawled towards the bathroom.

"Slave, wait!" Michael commanded.

Instantly Sabrina stopped and looked back at him hesitantly.

"You may have already had one bath today, slave, but I require you to take especial care with yourself this morning. Remember, I expect my slave to be completely smooth everywhere!" he told her. "Now come back to your Master so that I may remove your wrist and ankle cuffs!"

Sabrina did as she was told and meekly waited as he removed the restraints from her wrists and ankles. With a sharp slap to her backside, Michael indicated that she should continue towards the bathroom.

Once inside, Sabrina wasted no time in turning on the taps and selecting suitable bath oils, before moving towards the toilet. She no longer even noticed that Michael was standing in the doorway as she sat and relieved herself. Then her heart sank as she realised that the butt plug was still inserted. She was going to have to ask her Master to remove it!

Blushing crimmister in embarrassment she looked up at Michael. "Please Master, I need you to remove the plug!"

Michael looked at her for some time, keeping her in suspense. "Very well, but it will be inserted directly after your bath, and you will do it yourself, in front of me!" he ordered.

Sabrina was scarlet with mortification but she had no option but to agree! It was one thing to submit to her Master inserting the plug, quite another to have to do it to herself. It would be making her complicit in her own training!

Michael moved towards Sabrina.

"Rise and bend over, slave!" he commanded.

Sabrina swiftly complied.

"Feeling generous, Michael deflated the plug, appreciating Sabrina's sigh of relief as he did so. Unable to resist the sight of her wet pussy, he moved his fingers under her, working them between the lips of her labia and up into her pussy, whilst his thumb found and stimulated her clitoris. Sabrina moaned at the sensations he was creating. Unheeding, Michael continue to work his fingers within her, constantly caressing and stimulating her until Sabrina could feel herself rising inexorably towards climax.

"Please Master," she cried, "I need to cum! May I cum?"

"Not yet, Slave," he replied. "You must learn more self control. You will only cum if and when I allow you to do so!"

Unmercifully, his fingers continued their magic, and Sabrina was now panting, partly from desire and partly from her desperate struggle to hold back her climax! Higher and higher she climbed until she was at the brink. As if he knew, Michael's fingers stilled, leaving her hanging at fever pitch. Judging it perfectly, he waited until she was falling away from the peak before starting again. This time it took less time for her to reach the brink. Again, his fingers stilled. By now, tremors were rippling throughout Sabrina's body.

"Please Master, make me cum!" Sabrina begged.

"You forget yourself, slave!" Michael told her. " You have no rights here. Everything is at my pleasure and my will!"

Sabrina bowed her head.

"Yes, Master" she replied quietly. "I'm very sorry for my behaviour!"

"You will of course, have to be punished for your lapse, slave, but that will be later. For now I am feeling generous. This time you may cum!" he advised.

So saying, he moved his fingers once again within her, slowly, very slowing working her towards the peak. Sabrina was now caught in an inexorable wave of sensation and was rising ever higher. Suddenly Michael increased the speed and pressure of his fingers, finding and stimulating her g-spot. As Sabrina began to shake in the beginnings of a powerful climax, Michael flicked his thumb against her clit and simultaneously pulled the butt plug out. Sabrina screamed as she crashed over the edge into an intensely strong orgasm, all but collapsing against the edge of the bath. Michael placed a strong arm around her and held her until the last spasms faded, then drew her up and turned her to face him.

"When my slave behaves, she will be rewarded. When she disobeys she will be punished! But through it all she will learn the true heights of ultimate pleasure!" Michael advised her.

Sabrina could do little more than nod, her face still flushed and her hair hanging in damp tendrils around her face.

"Now slave, attend to your bath before it overflows!" he ordered.

Brought sharply to her senses, Sabrina turned and saw that the bath was indeed perilously close to overflowing! Quickly she turned off the taps and tested the water. It was hot, but not unbearably so. Still, she was going to have to go slowly if the heat was not to overwhelm her so soon after experiencing that amazing orgasm!

Unnoticed, Michael slipped from the bathroom and exited the suite. He had some items that needed to be retrieved before Sabrina finished in the bathroom.

Before getting into the bath, Sabrina returned to the toilet. Finally, she rose and cleaned herself before moving to the mirror and the cabinet beside it. Opening the door she noticed a set of high end razors, shaving gel and wax strips. Giving herself a careful examination, she decided upon the razor as two day's worth of growth would make wax ineffective. Taking out the razor and shaving gel, she moved towards the bath. Placing one leg on it's side, Sabrina proceeded to lather the gel over her pussy, making sure the entire area was covered. Then she carefully took the razor and removed every scrap of hair that she could find, making sure no trace was left.

Then she stepped into the bath and gently immersed herself in the hot water, letting her mind drift as she relaxed and reflected on the incredible experience she had just had. Slowly, what her Master had instructed filtered into her thoughts. He had said that she must take especial care of herself today! Why? Suddenly moved to action, Sabrina washed her hair once again before exiting the bath. Wrapping a towel around herself, she moved into the bedroom.

Wincing a little from the after effects of her beating, Sabrina patted herself dry and inspected the contents of the dressing table drawers. Contained within them was a range of very expensive cosmetics, everything from foundation to mascara and eyeliner. Choosing carefully, she selected a foundation that blended perfectly with her skin tone. Smoothing on a rich and creamy moisturiser, she then deftly applied the foundation, blending it until she had a flawless and natural finish. She continued her preparations by applying a volumising mascara to her lashes and a faint trace of blush to her cheeks, highlighting her perfect cheekbones. She hesitated before applying shadow to her eyelids. What colour would be appropriate? Knowing that her Master preferred a subtle look, Sabrina opted for a delicate , shimmering gold, shading into a tawny bronze in the outer corners. She finished with an application of tawny gloss to her lips, before re-styling her hair. Rummaging around in the dressing table, she found a length of black velvet ribbon and swiftly braided her hair, incorporating the ribbon, before using the end of it to secure the plait. She gazed searchingly into the mirror, anxious to ensure that her master would be pleased with the result. Again her eyes dropped to the cuffs, lying where he had left them and without hesitation she snapped them closed around her wrists and ankles.

Hearing footsteps in the corridor outside the suite, Sabrina rushed back to the main room and was ready and waiting for her master.

Michael entered the room carrying a bag. He studied Sabrina as he moved inside the room. Good! She had obeyed his instructions. Her make-up was subtle yet enhanced her natural beauty and she had remembered to replace the cuffs on her limbs.

"On your feet, Slave, hands behind your head, legs spread wide!" he commanded.

Sabrina obediently rose to her feet and assumed the position he had demanded of her, standing patiently as he circled around her. Suddenly his hand lashed out, landing sharply against her backside.

"Slave, what did I tell you?" he growled.

Trembling, Sabrina couldn't speak, her thoughts in a whirl as she tried to recollect their earlier conversations. Suddenly she froze. Her Master had told her that she must replace the butt plug herself and she had not done so.

"Th-that I was to replace the plug myself if you removed it, Master," she stammered.

"And yet I see that you have not done so!" Michael said silkily.

"I-I'm s-sorry, Master, I forgot!" Sabrina whimpered, dreading what was to come.

"This goes down into the punishment book, slave." Michael informed her. "You will now get the plug and insert it in front of me so that I can see you comply!"

Sabrina blushed a furious red. Bad enough she would have to do this herself, but she was now going to have to do so in front of her Master. She dropped to her knees and crawled to the bathroom where the plug was lying in the sink where Michael had left it. She cleaned it off and then hesitated as she wondered how she was going to transport it back to the main room. Startled, she jumped as she heard Michael's voice behind her.

"You will carry it in your mouth like the bitch that you are!" he growled.

Completely mortified, she nevertheless complied, too afraid of incurring further wrath and crawled back into the main room with the butt plug in her mouth. It was so large that she was drooling by the time she returned to her previous position. Embarrassed and ashamed she waited for further instructions. Michael left her kneeling until a pool of her saliva started to form, making sure her offense was complete.

Finally he barked out "On your feet, slave!"

Sabrina got to her feet.

"Well, slave, seeing as you have made such a mess and got the plug so wet, you won't be needing any lubricant, will you?" he informed Sabrina, smiling cruelly as her eyes went wide as the realisation of what he had just said hit her.

He expected her to insert this huge plug by herself, completely without lubrication. An action guaranteed to hurt! Tears in her eyes she looked imploringly at him, but was met with stoney impassivity.

"Get on with it, slave!" he demanded.

Swallowing hard, she reached up to her mouth and took the plug from her mouth. Trembling, she moved her hand around behind her and tried to insert the plug. She gasped as she felt the tip push against her asshole where it met with resistance.

"I said, get on with it!" Michael growled impatiently, "or do you want to incur yet more punishment?"

Shaking her head in denial, Sabrina gritted her teeth and pushed hard. With excruciating slowness, the plug entered her, inch by painful inch, until finally, with tears streaming down her face, Sabrina felt it come to a rest completely within her.

Showing no trace of compassion, Michael looked at her.

"Go and fix your make-up, you're a mess!" he commanded.

As Sabrina moved to obey him, he reached for the pump and had it ready to hand when she returned, her face cleaned and her make-up refreshed.

"Bend over, slave!" he told her.

Sabrina dutifully bent over and whimpered as she felt him attach the pump to the butt plug and start to inflate it. She gasped as she felt him inflate it further than he had done so before. He truly was intent upon causing her as much discomfort as possible!

Finally he removed the pump and told her to move towards the back wall of the room. On her arrival, she noticed rings placed into the wall and into the floor. Taking short lengths of chain, he attached her wrists to the wall, before bending to attach her ankles to the floor. Once she was spread-eagled and completely immobilised, he returned to the bag he had been carrying when he entered.

Walking back to where Sabrina was restrained he dipped into the bag, bringing out one of her corsets and showing it to her. The original fastenings had been replaced with what looked like strong black ribbon, and the bra cups had been cut down until there was barely any material there. The little that was left looked to have been reinpowerd.

"I told you that these would be modified to my tastes, and this has been done. Now you will wear this and a couple of other items for the rest of the day to accustom yourself to the feel."

Sabrina didn't understand. Why would she need to become accustomed to the feel of her own clothes? She was shortly to find out! Michael slipped the corset between between her body and the wall and started to lace it up. Sabrina allowed herself a small smile. Whilst it had been modified, it was still her clothing and the satin felt good against her skin. She felt Michael's fingers at the base of her spine and waited for him to tie off the ribbons. She gasped as she felt him suddenly pull hard against the ribbons and the corset tightened accordingly. Now it was snuggly fitted against her skin. Again, Michael pulled hard and the corset tightened further. Still not satisfied, he pulled again. Now the corset was so tight that her waist was cinched in to a fraction of her usual size and the cut down and reinpowerd cups pushed her breasts up and out, displaying the nipples for all to see and allowing easy access. Sabrina could barely breath, the corset was so tight. To her complete disbelief, she felt Michael once again tighten the ribbons and her vision faded as she blacked out from lack of oxygen.

When she came to, she had been turned around and now stood with her back against the wall, wrists attached, but ankles left free. Michael watched her regain consciousness and waited until he saw sense return to her eyes.

"I told you that you would need to be accustomed to the clothing." he told her. "You see, while your body is decent, it is not perfect. I have already started modifying you to accommodate me, and now I shall start modifying your external body so that you please me both physically and aesthetically."

Leaving Sabrina staring at him open mouthed in shock, he moved into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. Reaching in, he took out an unusual pair of shoes. They were black patent, with 5 inch stiletto heels and a wide strap across the ankle. He returned to where Sabraina was restrained with the shoes and bent to slip her feet into them. The straps fastened snugly around her ankles and were secured by small padlocks.

He then removed a pair of jewelled weights from his pocket and attached them to her nipple rings where they swung and caught the light each time she attempted to breath. She was learning that if she took shallow breaths, she could maintain consciousness, although it was still a struggle to breath.

Finally, Michael dipped his hand once more into his pocket and removed a black crotchless micro G-string and another item that Sabrina could not identify. Michael ordered her to spread her legs and when she complied he took the unidentified item and attached it to her clit. Sabrina gasped as it pinched and looked up as Michael explained it was a clitoral clip, whose purpose was to stimulate her whilst providing an aesthetically pleasing vision to her master. He then held out the crotchless g-string and told her to step into it. He slid the micro G-string up her body until it rested under the base of her corset, making sure that the strings separated her lips, exposing her pussy completely.

He stood back and admired his handiwork. Sabrina stood before him, wasp-waisted, her breasts pushed up and out by the corset, nipples and clit adorned with glittering jewels and powerd to stand on tip toe by the heels on her shoes. She was truly a vision to behold!

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March Madness


Looking back over the last few months, I never would have imagined myself in this position. I have a steady girlfriend I have been seeing since college. I have a good paying job in spite of the recession we have all been dealing with over the last year. And I consider myself better than average when it comes to my social life. While I've dated quite a few women over the years, I've pretty much been going steady with Sandy since we both graduated from Duke a few years ago.

Sandy is a pharmaceuticals sales rep and travels a good bit. I'm in sales too but all of my customers are in our region which limits my time away from home. We have talked about moving in together but right now we both still maintain our own apartments. Sandy is a gorgeous blonde with a *******er little body. We met at a fraternity mixer and I have been smitten ever since.

I'm a huge basketball fan and invited a close friend of mine over to watch the second round of the NCAA Tournament a few months ago. Randy is a Tarheel, our nemesis when it comes to basketball, but he we both knew the "heels" were a much better team this year and we were both kind of hoping they'd meet up in the semis.

Sandy had already informed me she was going to be in South Carolina on a sales trip and would likely stay with her parents and be back on Sunday leaving me to fend for myself over the weekend. Given all the games that were on, there was little doubt what I'd be doing...or at least I thought.

I invited Randy over for some pizza and basketball Saturday. We had both settled in with a few cold beers and a little March Madness. Duke held off Texas in a score that was much closer than it should have been. I went into the kitchen when Randy yelled out if he could get on my computer to check out the bracket. I yelled back that my computer had issues and kept locking up on me.

Randy informed me while he wasn't a computer technician, he knew a thing or two and might be able to help me out. Thinking he certainly couldn't hurt it, I gave him my approval and headed back to the kitchen for salsa and chips. Randy sat at my computer station in the den and began typing away. When I returned, I looked over his shoulder to see screens and prompts I had never seen before. I was definately impressed.

I sat back down in the lounge chair and began taking in the next game. "I'm gonna' run a virus program on your machine. I think that's what's locking ya' up," Randy said as he kept typing away.

"Thanks," I replied taking a long swig from my cold beer. Randy got up from my station and returned to the couch as we both began watching the next game. He returned minutes later to check the status. I could hear him typing away as he set about fixing my computer.

"There's the problem. I figured you had a virus...probably something you downloaded from a file," he informed me. He continued to type away finally rejoining me on the couch. We must have polished off at least a six pack a piece when he looked over at me, "You need to be real careful on those sites you look at. Some of them are loaded with viruses and spyware that can hijack your computer."

Then it hit me. While I'm not gay and have never had sex with a guy, I had been looking at some free adult sites that featured both men and women, women and women, and yes... men and men. I'd never given much thought about guys before - never had an interest. But I have to admit, when I saw the frozen frame of the two guys going down on each the other night, I downloaded it.

Actually I had downloaded quite a few...and intended to delete them after I had viewed them. That is before my computer seized up on me.

"So I noticed quite a selection of videos you downloaded to Real Player," Randy said without even looking up at me.

My heart was thumping loudly in my chest. Shit, did this guy see those videos? Did he know I was looking at gay stuff on the web? "Yea, I downloaded a little. I don't even know what I have. Just sort of downloaded stuff on a site and thought I might get back to it later," I said. I hoped he'd drop it. Assume I didn't know what I was looking at.

"So, are you gay?" Randy asked bluntly, looking over at me after he took a take from his beer.

"No man, why would you ask that?" I shot back indignantly.

"Well, that's quite a collection of queer stuff. I just didn't know if that was your bag or anything. I mean... I'm cool with it. I don't think less of you or anything," he went on.

"Look, I don't even know what's on there. I just sort of downloaded some stuff. I might have downloaded some gay stuff by accident," I said trying to get out of it. I hoped he drop it. Leave it alone.

"Hey look, don't worry about it. I just noticed your history has a lot of gay sites in your cache. You might want to clean it up. What would Sandy think if she saw the sites you visited... or does she know?" he kept up.

"Damnit, I said I'm not gay. I just downloaded a couple of videos. It's no big deal," I said feeling myself get embarrassed. I literally felt like my mouth was drying up as I picked up my beer and drew a long gulp of the cold brew.

"So, you did download it on purpose. You're curious huh?" Randy said with a smirk. "Look...Dale... It's no big deal. I'm not going to tell anyone. But you should know something...." Randy stopped.

I looked at him wondering where this was going. "I should know what?"

"I e-mailed my computer at home with a few of your sites. A little message from your mailbox to mine. Maybe you should take a look at it," Randy warned as a horror swept over my body. What had he done? I walked over to my computer and saw that he had opened my outlook program and there on the screen was a message that had been sent.

It was addressed to his e-mail and the subject read "Dale's Links". There in the e-mail he had pasted in some of the sites I had visited as well as the properties indicating the date and times. You could have knocked me over. "What the hell are you going to do with that?" I asked, feeling the heat in my face.

"Call it insurance. Nothing if you behave. But if you do something stupid... well, I might have to forward it to a few of our friends. Maybe Sandy too for that matter," Randy said as he stood up from the couch.

"Why are you doing this? What the fuck are you thinking?" I asked.

"I'm thinking I'm gonna' satisfy your curiosity...let you have the real thing," Randy added.

"You've fucking lost it man. I'm not gay. I have no interest in guys. I'm as straight as you are," I said defiantly.

"I don't think so and I'm not the dude with the gay porn on his computer," he kept up.

I thought about what he said. Images flashed in my mind of our buddies getting his e-mail. The ridicule from my coworkers. What would Sandy think?

"So what is it you want?" I asked somewhat resigned.

"I think we both know what I want. I think it's what you want to," Randy said as he drew a sip from his beer.

"Why don't you undress for me? You want to get naked for me don't you," he smirked.

I couldn't believe it. We had been friends since High School. He was pretty successful with the ladies. What the hell was he doing this for? "You gonna' do it or do you want me to leave?" Randy asked staring at me. "But if I leave, we both know what I'm gonna' do. No one has to know Dale. Just me and you. You just do what I tell you and I go home and delete the e-mail. Like it never happened. What do you say?" he said still looking me right in the eyes.

I had to admit part of me was excited and part of me wanted to punch the cuckolds brownie out of him. "If I do it. If I do it this one time, that's it right? And no one knows -- no one," I said for emphasis.

"That's right. Just between us. Not even your girlfriend," my buddy said as he watched me, his confidence growing. "Now, just slip out of those clothes. I want to see you naked."

I pulled my t-shirt over me head. I was already barefoot so I unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down my legs and free. I stood in front of Randy in my grey briefs. The underwear too, "he chided.

I pulled off my polo briefs and my semi-hard dick began to bob back and forth. "Damn, looks like you're excited already," Randy smirked as my dick betrayed me lifting higher and higher at the thought of being naked in front of my friend.

"That's good... real good. Now come over here and kneel in front of me," he commanded.

I knew what he wanted. I wondered if I wanted it to. "Undo my jeans," he said as I unbuttoned the snaps on his Levis. I was surprised when bare skin appeared as he apparently didn't wear briefs under his jeans. "Now pull them down." I tugged his jeans down to his white socks. He had already slipped out of his tennis shoes. "Off my leg," he instructed as I pulled one pants leg off and then the other as he stepped free.

"Now tell me what you want to do. Tell me you want to suck my cock," he commanded. I couldn't believe he was saying this to me but here I was kneeling naked before him - his dick swaying inches from my face.

"Say it...tell me you wanna' suck my cock," he said again with emphasis.

"I want to suck your cock," I resigned myself.

"No, not like that...I want you to say it with feeling. Tell me what you want. Tell me!," he continued.

"Let me suck your cock. I want to suck your cock Randy," I said looking up at him from the floor.

"Go ahead, kiss it. Put your lips around my dick," he smirked.

I knelt forward as his member had already begun defying gravity. My lips touched its velvet head. It was soft and warm against my lips.

"You can use your hands. Lick it. Suck my cock," he kept on.

I grasped his warm shaft and lifted the member to my lips. I took the flesh in my mouth like I had seen on the videos. It was warm in my mouth and I could feel him growing harder as I sucked on the head and then took it deep in my mouth. I started to move my lips up and down on the shaft like Sandy did when she was giving me a blowjob.

"Damn, that's good. You're a good little cock sucker. You really like my cock. You like sucking on my dick," Randy said in between soft groans.

I did. I did like sucking him. I didn't want to admit it but I was enjoying giving him head. I took his dick, now slick with my saliva and licked its length. "That's right cocksucker, lick me, lick my balls," he commanded.

I took his hairy balls in my mouth. It was salty tasting but not at all unpleasant as I had imagined. I licked them, took them in my mouth, and then returned to his cock. I took the member as far in my mouth as I could until I gagged. I fetishd a couple of times but continued to slide up and down on his hard slick pole.

"You like that? You like my dick boy?" Randy grunted. I knew there was no use in denying. I was naked, my mouth full of cock, and quite honestly, I was enjoying it.

"Yea, I do. I do like sucking your dick," I said between noisy slurps.

"I knew you would. Cause you're a little cocksucker. You like that dick in your mouth. I believe you're hooked on my dick aren't ya. I don't believe this will be the last time you blow me," he continued.

He was right. I was enjoying it. I liked it and I knew I'd want to do it again. I could taste the salty precum from the tip as I moved my head back and forth, letting him fuck my face. "Beat your meat. I want to see you beat yourself off for me," he instructed.

I reached down with my right hand and began stroking my cock which was as hard as it had ever been. I removed my mouth from his cock just long enough to spit in my hand and then return it to my cock as I moved up and down on Randy's pole.

It felt so good to stroke my manhood as he fucked my face, locking his hands behind my head and pulling me hard on his wand. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth. I want you to swallow my load - all of it," he said as I felt his velvet head pulsating in my mouth. Then I felt it. His warm semen filling my mouth. I swallowed fast as I clamped my mouth on his dick. It was powerful as it hit the back of my throat. The warm cum slid down my throat as I continued swallowing.

Almost in sync, I felt my own cock twitch and I launched stream after stream of cum onto the carpet. I slowed my pace on my cock coming to a stop as Randy pulled his slippery wet cock from my mouth. I felt a trail of warm cum run down from my mouth as Randy scooped it up with his finger and returned it to waiting lips.

I couldn't believe I had done that. I couldn't believe I had just given a blowjob to my friend. A friend that had threatened to blackmail me if I didn't. But deep down I was glad he had.

"Go get us a beer," Randy said as he collapsed on the couch. I walked into the kitchen and pulled two beers out of the fridge. I walked back into the den and handed him one as I opened mine and washed down the remaining cum in my mouth.

"Now, aren't cha' glad we got that out of the way. Let you experience something you were curious about," Randy asked looking over at me.

"You're not gonna tell anybody right? You said you wouldn't," I asked really concerned about what that news could do to me.

"No, I'm not gonna' tell anybody," he reassured me. "But on the other hand, I might not delete it quite yet."

"What do you mean," I demanded. "A deal's a deal...you said you would!"

"And I will...I'll delete it. But I think we both liked it too much to stop just yet. If I get rid of it you just might decide you don't want to blow me again. I kind of liked it. I know you did. I saw how you got off. You do what I say...I will. I'll get rid of it. But first I'm gonna have a little fun with you."

Randy stood up and grabbed his jeans pulling them on. "You do what I say, when I say, no one's the wiser. No one knows what a cocksucker you've become. Sandy doesn't need to know her boyfriends a faggot."

"I'm not a faggot. I'm not gay!" I stated back defiantly.

"Yea, and you didn't just blow your buddy and shoot off on your floor" he said with a smirk on his face.

Randy walked to my back door. "I'll call ya. Sandy get back tomorrow?"

"Yea," I replied.

"What time? Randy asked.

"Tomorrow night some time. She said she'd call me when she got back in town," I answered.

"I'll call ya,'" he said again as he closed the door behind him.

I sat in my lounge chair and began thinking about the events that had played out. Sucking on a dick - my first dick. I couldn't believe that a few nights ago I was watching people on a video and just moments ago I was on my knees blowing my buddy. As I thought about it I felt my hand wander to my dick...still slick with my semen and spit from earlier. It began to harden in my hand. Swelling as I thought about the cock I had sucked. Randy's balls that I drew into my mouth. The long slender cock that slid easily into my mouth.

I stroked my cock as it grew. I spit into my hand and rubbed it over the head. I closed my eyes and thought about my first cock. The way it fit in my mouth. The warm semen which shot into the back of my throat. My cock twitched. It felt hot in my hand as I felt it pulse and then shoot shot after shot of warm semen which settled back down on my hand.

I was nervous that Randy had an e-mail from my computer. An email that detailed gay sites I had viewed and downloaded. Would he really expose me? Would he really let our friends...my girlfriend no what I had done? But it did excite me. I had to admit I was as turned on as I had been in some time. Sex with Sandy was great but this was great too.

I headed down the hall to the shower to clean up. I wondered what tomorrow would hold. I was pretty sure I'd be on my knees again. Naked on my knees as I sucked on my friend. I wanted to. I wanted to suck his cock. I was hooked on his cock...and he knew it.

I tossed and turned trying to relax. I couldn't get the images out of my head - me, kneeling naked, sucking on a friend's cock. Up until a couple of weeks ago, I hadn't given any serious thought of sex with another man. Now here I was trying to come to grips with how I found myself in this position. I have a steady girlfriend and consider, still consider, myself a straight guy. Yet a few nights ago, I found myself surfing the web and came across a slew of free porn sites.

It's nothing I hadn't done before mind you. I have a few already bookmarked in my favorite places. On this occasion though, I was searching through hot blowjob scenes and two guys were making out on the digital image. I found myself downloading it, and then another. It wasn't that I preferred looking at that rather than a hot chick going down on another guy - it was that this was different.

I downloaded a few and watched one in particular a couple of times. This one video had a guy who powerd himself on his roommate. It was an amateur film and the two were likely, most probably, acting for the camera but it came off pretty real and I found myself getting hard. Seeing how horny I was, I quickly visited several other scenes before I found one with two chicks with strapons going at it. I beat off until I came all over my stomach.

The next day, surfing through other sites my computer hung up and I couldn't get it any further than the Windows Desktop. None of the programs would function. My friend Randy, though not a computer geek, is pretty handy when it comes to computers and he found the virus that wreaked havoc on my machine. However, not before he saw the sites I visited and forwarded the addresses of the places I had downloaded to his home e-mail address and threatened to blackmail me unless I gave him a blowjob.

He said he would delete the e-mail if on this one occasion, I sucked his dick. I'm sure had I not been takeing I would have told him to e-mail anybody he wanted. I would just claim he had typed that himself and sent it. But that's now when I have a much clearer head. Instead, I did what he asked. I sucked his dick. I even let him cum in my mouth and at his request swallowed it.

The truth is while I should have been mad as hell at what he was asking me to do and perhaps should have busted his ass right there, he was right. I was curious. I wondered what my girlfriend Sandy felt like when she was giving me head. I wondered what a dick tasted like.

I'm not gay. I like girls. Sex with Sandy is great. But there was a part of me that wondered. Wondered what it would be like. I thought about the video of the roommate who submitted to his friend. I'm sure I could have overpowered Randy. But now I wrestle with the fact that I didn't stop it. I did it. Worse, I think I liked it.

Sunday morning Randy called and invited me over to his place to watch more basketball. It was mostly Big East and Big Ten teams but basketball is still basketball. Randy lives in the same apartment complex as I do and he said he was flipping burgers and just to come on over.

He never mentioned the previous evening and in the back of mind I wondered if perhaps now that he was sober too, he might have regreted it. Maybe it was a one time thing... something experienced but best forgotten. I threw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and was out the door.

I knocked but there was no answer. So I just walked on in seeing Randy out back on the grill. He told me to help myself in the fridge and to bring him a cold one. Nothing was exchanged about our encounter and we both enjoyed the burgers and beer. I was maybe on my fourth beer when I walked back to his restroom. It was when I walked back in the den, I almost felt an air of tension. Something was different.

"So, are you ready for your next blowjob lesmister sport?" Randy smirked.

"Dude...let it go. I did it once. You said that was it. Let's just chalk it up to an experience, our experience, between us and move on," I retorted hoping Randy would let it go.

"No, we're not done. I might have let it go last night. But dude, make no mistake - you enjoyed blowing me. You may not want to admit it but you did. I saw how hard it made you. And then you came all over the place. No, you wanted to give me a blowjob. Just like you want to now," Randy countered.

"Tell you what," he went on. "If you lower those sweats and don't get hard thinking about giving me head, I'll drop it. Better yet, I'll walk over to that computer and delete the e-mail I sent last night..."

"Maybe I'll just delete it myself," I shot back before he added, "you don't know my password."

"But," Randy started back, "If you do get hard -- if you get an erection at the thought of sucking on my dick, then your ass is mine. You'll do what I say for the rest of the day. No back talk. You'll do it. We got a deal?"

I though about it. "Deal!" I said defiantly.

Randy started removing his jeans. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked. "We didn't say anything about you getting undressed," I said somewhat puzzled.

"No, but we didn't say I wouldn't." Randy said as he continued to slip out of his clothes. Peeling off his socks, ripping his shirt over his head, leaving just some briefs that he pulled down as his member came into view.

"Now, your turn sport. Take it off. Take all of it off. And don't get hard. Remember, you get a woody and you're mine the rest of the afternoon," Randy egged me on.

I can't explain why -- maybe it was all his talking. But even before I took off the first item I could feel my cock stirring in my shorts. I was trying to will it to soften. Trying to think stupid thoughts. Anything to get my mind off the moment.

Randy stood by with a big grin on his face as he started stroking his cock. His dick getting harder and harder as he grew more confident. I looked down, trying to avert my eyes.

"You're getting hard aren't cha' buddy. That old dick of yours is betraying you isn't it. You want to suck my cock. You want another mouthful of my cum don't cha'," Randy taunted.

"Look, this is silly. I'm not doing it," I countered.

"Then you're an automatic loser," Randy smirked.

I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I kicked of my Nikes and then pulled down the sweats. It was already evident what was going on in my briefs. We both knew it. I could feel the embarrassment on my face as I eased my shorts down. My dick bouncing up almost slapping my belly.

I looked down and there it was -- the veins straining as it pumped my cock -- almost as hard as it had ever been.

"I knew it. I knew you wanted it," Randy said almost gleefully. "Now, remember our deal. I own your ass for the rest of the day. You'll do anything I ask, and the first thing is I want you to tell me how much how want to suck my cock," Randy instructed.

I knew I was defeated. There was no use in defying him any longer. "I want to suck your cock," I said meekly.

"You want this boy?" Randy asked as he grasped his hard on and held it in my direction. "Crawl over here and suck it, show me how bad you want this cock."

I crawled along his floor until I was eye level with the man flesh that I had sucked the night before. "Before you suck it, kiss my dick, kiss the head of my dick."

There was no turning back. I knelt over and placed my lips on the crown of his cock. I could feel his slit in the top of his dick against my lips.

"Now go ahead, you can suck it boy," Randy said reveling in the moment.

Once again, I let the smooth wand part my lips as I bathed it with my tongue. His cock was warm and just as I remembered from the previous evening so velvety soft in my mouth. I reached up with my right hand and held it firm as I moved my lips up and down on his shaft. This time, without being told, I pulled the cock out of my mouth and tongued his hairy nut sack, taking one ball and then the other in my mouth.

Randy groaned in pleasure as I sucked and licked on his cock and balls. I looked up and saw his eyes closed tightly as he had both hands propped up on his hips. I worked the cock back and forth, removing it every once and a while to lick its length with my tongue before I placed it back in my mouth.

I could feel him rocking back and forth. He was literally fucking my face and to be honest, I liked it. I couldn't deny that it was turning me on to be used like this.

"Suck it you little cocksucker. You like that dick don't cha' boy. You like sucking on my dick. Being my little cocksucker don't cha'" Randy said as his thrust became more powerful. I pumped his cock, actually beginning to look forward to him cumming in my mouth.

I wanted his hot salty cum. I wanted him to shoot it down my throat. To use me like he did the night before. My own cock was rock hard as I occasionally felt the heat from the head of my dick rub against my belly.

Then I felt him tense up. His legs almost locked as he grabbed the back of my head powering my mouth further onto his dick. I thought I would fetish as I felt it. Stream after stream -hot cum filling my mouth. I swallowed hard and often as it felt like his cum was never ending.

Finally, he began to relax his grip as he started to slide his slippery cock from my mouth. I looked up at him just as he removed his dick and then wiped it across my lips, across my face. I should have been insulted. But when he held it still in front of my mouth again, I bent over and kissed it. I kissed the head.

"Good boy. That was great," Randy said as he collapsed in a chair. "Now go get us a beer. But don't wipe your face. I want to see that cum on your face."

It took all I could but I didn't wipe my face as I felt the cum starting to dry and cake around the sides of my cheeks. I got us both a beer. He drank it down and then went to the restroom as I reflected on what had just transpired. I know I should have been embarrassed. But for some reamister, I enjoyed it. My dick was still hard and I wanted to jack off.

When he returned, I went to the restroom and found I couldn't pee my dick was so hard. It seemed to take forever before I finally subsided enough to cut lose a stream. It was maybe an hour later that he seemed to get his second wind.

"Alright boy, now its time for you to lose your virginity," Randy smirked.

"No, please Randy," I begged. "I'll give you another blowjob. I'll do it whenever you ask. Please, don't fuck me. I can't take that big thing up my ass," I cried.

"We made a deal boy. You'll do whatever I ask. Now I want a piece of that ass of yours. But I have something that should make it easier," he said as he held up a small plastic jar of Vaseline.

"Now get your ass over here now," he demanded.

I knew he wasn't going to let up. I walked to him and bent over the arm of his couch. "Tell me Dale, tell me what you want me to do," he smirked.

I knew the drill. I knew what he wanted. In the back of my mind, I wondered if I wanted it too.

"I want you to fuck my ass. Fuck my ass with that big cock of yours. Fill me up with your cum!" I said it. Hell, part of me wanted it.

"Okay, boy. Let's get your little cherry ass ready." I felt his fingers pry apart my cheeks. I could feel my little asshole tighten up as the air hit it. Then there was a dab at my opening. He sladyed my hole in Vaseline and then I felt a finger push in.

To be honest, it wasn't the first time someone had played with my ass. Sandy had on several occasions used her fingers. But nothing bigger than that. She once asked if she could use a dildo on me but I acted put out. Secretly, I had to admit I liked it when she gave me a blowjob and stuck her finger in my butt.

Randy worked two, then three fingers as he twisted them and pulled my hole apart. I would never have admitted it to him then but I was turned on to the max!

"Okay. Here it comes. The real thing," Dale warned as I felt his fingers back out and replaced by the warm head of his cock. He sort of rested it there a moment. Sort of hesitating. Then I realized I was backing into it. I couldn't believe it.

"That's the spirit. You really do want that cock don't cha'," Randy said in a husky voice as he eased more of the head into my ass. It was huge. I couldn't believe how big it felt. I was just about to ask him to take it out when the head slipped through and his shaft moved all the way up my ass.

He stopped and patted my back. "That's right bitch. Now you've taken all that big dick," Randy said in a soft voice as he moved ever so slowly in my ass.

"Bitch? " I thought. He just called me his bitch?

Randy moved back and forth as my ass felt it was on fire. I felt so full as his legs would leave mine and then I would feel the bulk of his weight as his pubic hair came to rest on my ass. Randy reached around and stroked my dick. It had lost its erection but I began to harden again in his hand.

Randy sawed back and forth, slowly but all the way in and then almost out. I felt a sensation in my ass I had never felt before. Damn it felt good. "Yea, Randy fuck me, fuck my ass!," I exclaimed as he pushed harder and harder in my ass.

I hated to admit it, but I loved it. I loved Randy fucking my ass. He stroked my own dick which was now completely hard in his hand.

"Fuck, Fuck, I'm cumming," his voice rose as he pulled his cock from my butt. He shot stream after stream across my ass as he rubbed the head on my cheek and then returned it to my gaping hole. I had felt empty and welcomed its return. It was warm and filling.

Without losing his balance he flipped me over to where he was sitting on the arm of the couch and I was leaning back into him. He continued to beat my meat with one hand as he pulled hard on one of my nipples with the other. It was almost as if my nipple were connected with my penis as I came, spurting all over my abs. When I had finished coming, Randy rubbed the semen into my stomach and then did something totally unexpected.

He brought his fingers to my mouth and I opened it. Taking his cum coated fingers in my mouth. Fingers coated with my cum. I was now licking my own cum off his hand. He relaxed his grip on me and told me I could go wash up.

When I returned he had already dressed and was back on the couch watching the next game. Looking back, I can't recall who the hell was playing as I slipped on my sweats and told him I was gonna head on home.

I went home and showered. Yet no matter how much I had soaped myself up I seemed to smell of his cum. The cum which seemed to cover my body. Just pass eight, my cell phone rang and it was Sandy telling me she had just returned home. She talked for about twenty minutes but for the life of me I can't really recall what we talked about. I remember she said she'd call me at work in the morning. We'd go to lunch.

I had no sooner hung up than the cell rang again. I thought it was Sandy, but the screen said Randy. "Check out your e-mail," he said.

For a minute I thought he was sending me back the original e-mail. I don't know. But there was one address -- a web address. I clicked on it and was shocked when it went to one of the free sites I had looked at a few evenings ago. Two gay guys going at it. Perhaps it was just an instant -- but then I realized it was us.

He had slightly distorted our faces but it was us. I examined it closer. His face was much more distorted than mine. You couldn't tell it was Randy. But I could sure recognize, even through the haze, it was me.

"What the fuck is this!" I demanded.

"I figured you'd like it. This is one of the sites you liked isn't it?" he inquired.

"How the fuck? How did you do that? When did you do that?" I was beside myself.

I had a camera on the book shelf. You never have been one to pay attention to details. I turned it on when you went to the restroom. Pretty good angle, huh?" he chuckled.

"Why the fuck would you do this," my voice was shaking.

"Look, no one can tell who it is. Just another gay guy on a gay site. Nobody's gonna recognize you and hey, if they did, what are they doing looking at that site," Randy said trying to sound consoling.

"Take it down. Take it down now!" I demanded.

"I don't think you're in any position to be threatening me. Maybe you ought to watch it. It's pretty hot. Asking, no begging me to fuck your little ass. Look, we'll talk tomorrow. Maybe we can make some type of accommodation."

"What the fuck are you talking about. What do you want now?" I inquired.

"We'll talk later." Randy hung up.

I watched on the video screen as his cock moved in and out of my ass. As much as I hated it I could feel my dick stir in my pants. I couldn't believe this guy had been my friend. Someone I had known since High School. We had been buddies.

I watched his cock as it slid out of my ass and came across my cheeks. He stuck it back in my asshole. I watched as my ass leaned back into him, almost beckoning him to come back.

I slid my sweats down and stroked my cock. I spit in my hand and rubbed my head, then moved along my shaft. I watched as he flipped me over. Randy was stroking my cock. I could feel it grow hard in my hand. He rubbed up and down until I launched a stream of cum on my chest. I could feel the warm cum trickling across my hand as I came again. The sperm landing on the floor by my feet.

I hated it. I hated that it turned me on so much. But what did he want now? He had taken my ass. What was next? Whatever it was I knew I would do it. I had to. I wanted to.

As I sat at my desk Monday morning, I was replaying the events of the past weekend in my head, When I left work on Friday, I had a weekend planned of basketball and beer with a buddy. By Sunday, I had gone down on him sucking my first dick and he had fucked my ass. To make matters worse, he had taped the whole thing without my knowledge and had posted it to an amateur adult site.

We made a bet that I wouldn't get hard stripping in front of him, however, if I did I had to do his bidding for the rest of the day. I had done this because he had already found incriminating gay sites I had previously viewed on the Internet. I had never considered myself even remotely bisexual but I had to admit seeing those guys go at it really got my dick hard. Randy had found them while working on my computer and threatened to expose this to our friends.

But he promised he would drop the whole matter, if I could prove sucking his dick didn't turn me on. Why would it? I have a girlfriend and I'm not queer. But after I agreed, he stripped himself and then started jerking off, the whole time telling me how much I wanted to suck him. He sneered as he stated how he was going to enjoy my lips around his cock.

I threatened to call it off but he said stopping now was a forfeit and automatically made me a loser. Problem was, even as I started to remove my first articles of clothing, I could feel the familiar twitch in my briefs. I tried not to think about it -- get my mind on other things. But Randy was in the background taunting away. Looking back, I'm not sure I didn't want to suck his cock. I had done it the day before after he found those web sites I visited. Actually I had enjoyed it but I didn't want him to know.

I'm not gay but I did like him fucking my face with his dick, tasting his cum when he climaxed into my mouth. I had kneeled before him naked, sucking on his cock, licking his balls, while stroking my own cock in my hand. Perhaps deep down I wanted to lose. That's why when I finally slipped off my underwear, my cock was rock hard, bobbing back and forth. I had lost the bet. Maybe I had lost before we even agreed to it.

Before the afternoon was over I had again swallowed his load as he trailed his dick across my face. Randy made me wear the remaining cum on my face that I didn't swallow as we sat around his den naked watching the game. Later he fucked my ass. I had never had anything back there and it felt like he was going to tear me apart. But eventually my asshole adjusted to him and I began to enjoy it. My girlfriend Sandy had often used her fingers there when she gave me a blowjob. But there's a hell of a lot of difference between a girl's finger and your buddy's cock.

Unknown to me, the whole affair was captured on a video camera that he had positioned on his bookcase and he had loaded the scene with him fucking me on one of those adult sites I had visited. Randy is talented when it comes to computers and the clip he posted had our faces distorted so you couldn't make us out. Actually his was very distorted but he didn't go to as great a length with mine. My heart was beating out of my chest when I saw it.. There on the site was the heading, "Str8 Neighbor Gets His First Dick". I watched it over and over Sunday night.

It wasn't a long clip and I was thankful he never said my name in the audio. Actually in the piece he posted, he kept referring to me as his bitch. When he had slipped his dick into me, he patted my back and said, "That's right bitch, take it..."

I had recalled later getting caught up and actually asking him to fuck me. I could have sworn I called his name but all the sounds on the video were me groaning occasionally begging him to fuck me and him calling me names. I suppose he edited the other out. He had pulled his cock from my ass when he came and busted his nut across my cheeks and then returned it to my gaping hole.

He then turned me around for the camera and he jacked me off. I came all over my stomach which he rubbed in and then he stuck his fingers up to my mouth. I can't believe it but there it was on my screen, me licking his fingers, sucking my own cum off his hand like some wanton slut. I was every bit the cock slut as the guys I had watched on video -- me! And there it was posted on a website where anyone could see it.

Somehow it felt different at work. Looking around at my fellow employees I wondered what they would think if they saw me on the screen. If they knew what I had done. And my girlfriend Sandy. What would she think? I tried to get my work done but I really did a poor job getting focused.

Later in the morning Sandy called and said she was working through lunch but asked if I would come over after work. In the middle of our conversation, she stopped and asked if something was wrong. My heart about stopped. Was it something I said? The way I said it? How could she tell? Did I sound different?

"No, I'm fine...just missed you this weekend, that's all," I said trying to sound convincing.

"Ohhh that's sweet. But I bet you didn't miss me too much with all your games on and stuff. But I'll give you points for saying it," she purred. "Just drop by anytime after six, I'm going to the gym first," Sandy said before adding, "Love ya."

"I love you too," I responded before I hit the end call. I did. I did love her. It wasn't really like I cheated on her. First it was with another guy and not a girl and second I had been powerd to do it.

I wondered what she would think if she knew? She couldn't know. She couldn't find out. I didn't want to lose her. I had dated a lot of girls but Sandy was everything to me. We met in college at a fraternity party. She's rather petit, just 5" 3". She has long blonde hair, brown eyes and a smile that you wouldn't believe. She's not stacked or anything. Her tits are only a 34B but they fit her frame perfectly and she has one *******er ass.

When she's not traveling, she spend a great deal of time out by the pool and has a dark tan. She takes great care of herself and works out regularly down at the gym keeping her stomach flat with a nice set of legs. Like I said, she's the total package!

The afternoon couldn't have gone by fast enough as I made my way over to Sandy's. I walked into her apartment and she was just pouring out water from a pot of spaghetti.

"Hey babe," she said as she moved in my direction, her soft plump lips locking on mine, before she returned to the stove and began checking her sauce. She was wearing some white shorts that really hugged her beautiful ass and a bright yellow top. She was barefooted standing in her kitchen and her little toes were painted a bright pink. I wanted to grab her right there. There was a part of me that wanted to prove to myself, I wasn't gay. I was straight. This past weekend meant nothing.

I walked up behind her and slid my head beside hers smelling the perfume she always wears. She smelled so good. I moved her hair back from her neck and began planting kisses.

"Careful or you're gonna' get me worked up and I'll burn your supper," she purred.

"Who cares about supper?" I asked.

I could see her smile as she stirred the spaghetti sauce. Setting down the spoon she turned down the heat and then turned in my arms. Our lips met again but this time it wasn't in passing. Her lips planted softly on mine, working between them as her soft pink tongue traced the outside of my lip before invading my mouth.

Her kiss was so wet, and soft, and warm. I slid my hand under the shirt and wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her tight against me. I knew she could feel my dick that was swelling between my legs beginning to harden against her thigh. I wanted her. I wanted her right then.

I slid my hand up and in a quick motion popped the snap on her bra. "Babe," she said as she pulled free of my mouth. "Don't get carried away -- we have dinner ready."

"Well, go ahead and take the bra off," I begged. I want to see what I'm having for desert."

"Maybe I should go out of town more often," Sandy smiled. "You really did miss me."

Sandy served the dinner but I was more interested in the main course of the evening and helped her clear the kitchen after we had eaten. She turned on the TV but I had no plans to watch anything as we both settled onto the couch. I took her face and turned it to me again kissing her. This time it was me, working my tongue into her mouth, feeling hers meeting mine as our two tongues wrestled.

Sandy has the softest lips. The bottom lip is plump without looking unusual to her face. But I can't describe how it feels when she wraps it around my cock. It is simply the best set of lips I've ever felt.

I slipped her shirt over her head with no hesitation on her part and took one of her breast in my hand. I bent my head down and took the soft nipple in my mouth as she leaned her head back and groaned. Her breasts aren't real big but they are firm and her nipples get rock hard. So much so that when she's wearing her bathing suit they are quite noticeable if she's cold or excited. I continued to suck on her tit moving from one to the other as I drew her nipple into my mouth and licked her breast.

I could have sucked on them all day long but eventually I pushed her back on the couch and began to slide my tongue down her taut belly. I licked her stomach and dove my tongue into her naval button. I unsnapped her little white shorts and unzipped them as I peeled back the shorts exposing her little pink thong.

She wears thong panties that just barely cover her little pussy with the thin fabric up the crack of her ass exposing her cheeks. I wrapped my fingers around both the shorts and her thong and pulled them down in one motion as I slid them down her lean legs and off her feet. She was now laying naked before me -- my prize as I continued to lick her belly, dabbing my tongue in her belly button before working it closer to her snatch.

Her pussy is completely smooth with no trace of hair or stubble. I remembered a girl in college that shaved her pussy but she was dark haired and always seemed to have a bit of a stubble. But not Sandy. As I moved my tongue down her stomach to her cunt, it slid leaving a wet trail. She smelled heavenly.

I knew she had showered after her workout but she also dabs just a hint of powder or perfume near her pussy because the fragrance is there. It drives me wild. I've been with girl's whose pussy opened up like petals. Sandy's pussy lips are tight together with just the hint of her inner lips at the top of her pussy. I licked around her pussy, sucking on her lips before pushing my tongue between her lips.

"Oh baby, I've missed that tongue. Yes, lick me. Lick me there," she started moaning as I worked at her cunt with gusto. I looked up to see her pulling on her own nipples. Twisting them with her fingers, squeezing the hard little nubs. I pushed my tongue deep into her hole, tasting the familiar juices as I lapped them up.

Using my hands, I pushed her ass off the couch a bit as I took long laps at her cunt. As I pulled away, I saw the juices trailing down to her little pink rosebud. As I had many times before, I moved my tongue to her ass and caught the juices which has settled there. I probed gently at her asshole as she cooed.

"Oh cuckolds brownie baby. Lick my ass. That feels so good," she moaned as I dabbed my tongue at her hole working it like a little cock. Her asshole gave way to my tongue as I probed. It has a slight muskier taste than her sweet little pussy. But its delicious none the less. Eventually, I took a wet finger and worked it into her hole as I returned my assault on her pussy.

I sucked on her clit, using my lips, and then once again working my tongue as far up her hole as I could go. I used two fingers in her ass, sawing my fingers back and forth. I had tried once to fuck her in the ass but I was too takes at the time and her little asshole couldn't take my dick which was not really cooperating that night. I hadn't tried since, but I was determined to one day nail that virgin hole.

Her asshole was clenching down on my fingers as I felt her legs shaking. That sign she's about to cum for me. I went at her with more enthusiasm, plastering my face against her gushing pussy as she grabbed my head by the hair and directed me harder, trying to pull me into her womb.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming," Sandy exclaimed as she bounced up and down on her couch, her body heaving as she pulled harder at her own tits. When her orgasm subsided I stood up and slipped my own shirt over my head. Other than slipping off my shoes, I had been completely dressed as I devoured her. I unbuckled my belt and then unsnapped my trousers, lowering them and stepping free just leaving some briefs.

Sandy, if on cue, slid off the couch onto her knees and grabbed the waistband in her thumbs as her soft lips placed kisses on my stomach. She lowered my briefs as my cock, already hard, sprang free and bobbed in the air. She looked at it appraising its size before settling her lips on the crown and then taking the head between her lips. She would move her lips along the length and every so often pull her mouth free to suck on my balls. Sandy gives the best blowjob of any woman I have ever met!

She took her right hand and jacked me slowly as her mouth twisted on my cock. Then as I looked down at her kneeling frame, an image shot through my mind. Me! Naked before Randy, sucking on his cock. Jacking his dick as it pulsated in my mouth. I didn't want that image. I wanted to enjoy this.

I opened my eyes and watched Sandy, her small hand wrapped tightly around my shaft as she guided the dick between her lips. I remembered Randy calling me a cocksucker. How much I loved sucking on his cock and tasting his cum and that it wouldn't be the last time. I had enjoyed it. I did like it when he came down my throat and wiped his cock on my face. Even when he pulled it away I had chased it down, planting a last kiss on its head before he took his cock away. Watching Sandy going back and forth on my cock I couldn't help but think of what I had done.

What would she think if she knew that just the day before I had been on my knees sucking on another man's cock? Just like she was doing now. Then she looked up at me. Her eyes meeting mine as she smiled, confident she was giving me the best head in the world. Thing was -- we were both cock suckers. And I couldn't deny it. I had liked it. I liked to do what she was doing. I liked the feel of Randy's cock as it, moved over my tongue.

I felt her hand other hand as it caressed my ass cheek. She had wet a finger and I felt her little digit as it probed my backside. I spread my legs letting her explore. Little did she know, that too was no longer virgin territory. I had let, or rather Randy had took, my anal cherry the day before.

Her finger slipped easily into my hole as she continued to stroke my cock. Her head licking, sucking my shaft. Her finger felt good in my ass and at that moment I wished Randy's cock was there. I wish he were fucking me as Sandy sucked my dick. I closed my eyes and fantasized about it. Sandy kneeling naked before me, sucking on my cock as Randy moved his dick in and out of my ass. Telling me what a bitch I was -- a whore for him to use. His stomach slamming up against my back as his dick filled me.

I wanted him to cum in me this time. Not to pull out like he did the last time. I wanted to feel his cum as it shot off inside me. His warm cum in my backside. Sandy was working two fingers in my ass as she felt me start to move my ass up and down on her fingers. I was fucking her hand as her pace on cock picked up.

My cock and ass felt like a heat wave were moving across my lower torso as I wanted her hand deeper in my ass. My legs grew weak and I felt the familiar twitch in my cock as I launched stream after stream of cum which Sandy swallowed. I sunk down on my knees beside her as her fingers slid gently out of my ass. Then I did something I had never done before. I kissed her after she had given me a blowjob.

My tongue slid into her mouth and I could taste the saltiness of my own cum. Just a little remnant left behind. It startled her that I would kiss her with my own cum still in her mouth but it seemed to turn her on. Her kiss back was passionate and she stuck her own tongue back in my mouth. Apparently she hadn't swallowed all of my cum and I could taste more of it that had settled on her tongue. It was the wettest most passionate kiss I think we ever had.

We both lay on the floor trading kisses and staring deep into each other's eyes. After a few minutes my cock was still fairly hard so I gently eased it between her legs. Her pussy accepted it willingly and we moved slowly together, kissing, her arms wrapped tightly around me. I rolled on top of her and her legs locked around my back as I moved deep into her pussy. Our mouths sliding across each other, tongues swapped back and forth. I felt her hard little nipples poking my chest as sweat dripped from our bodies. I loved her so much. It was in that moment I knew that I loved her with all my heart but I also realized I wanted more.

I had tasted sex with another man and I had liked it to. Could I have both? Was that possible. As I raised up on my arms, I looked down into her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes as I pumped my cock into her hot wet pussy. She grabbed onto my ass cheeks as I raised up and thrust down. It wasn't long before I was shooting another hot load into her pussy. I came until my body went limp and I nestled my head into her neck as she cradled my head.

"Baby," she whispered softly as she rubbed the back of my neck. "Baby," she whispered again as I was still trying to collect myself. "Would you want to eat me now?"

I raised up and looked into her eyes. We had both been turned on minutes before when I kissed her after a blowjob. Now she was asking if I wanted to eat her pussy covered in my cum.

"Would you like that?" I inquired

"Oh yeah, I've never thought about it before, but that would be such a turn on...would you? Would you do it? I mean...I understand if you don't want..." she was saying before I just started moving down her sweaty chest.

"Oh cuckolds brownie," she started as she realized I was going to do it. Her hands clenched the floor and then shot to my shoulders as she guided me to her wet pussy coated in our juices. I had never done anything like this. Never eaten a pussy that I had just fucked. I spread her lips and saw the first remnants of my come start to leak out. I dabbed at it with my tongue.

I could feel her whole body shake as I let my tongue glide through her lips. Wet and hot with our juices. I could taste the salty cum, slick as it leaked into my mouth. Then I could feel her as I knew she was pushing the cum out as a glob formed at her opening and I greedily sucked it up making slurping sounds. The noises seemed to get her off as much as my licking as I probed and licked her wet box.

"Yea, eat my pussy. Get all that hot cum out you put in there. Clean me up," she chanted which drove me on. "That taste good? You like sucking your cum out of my pussy?"

Sandy and I had always talked during sex and she might use some profanity. But she had never been this graphic. "Yea, get it all now," she continued. "Eat it, lick up all those juices. Let me give you some more," she said as I could feel her again bearing down and squeezing a new load out as I continued to suck it up.

"I didn't know how much you liked your cum. All this time we've been wasting it. From now on, maybe we'll get you to clean up what you put there." I knew she could tell what her dirty talk was doing to me. Then I felt her again as she grabbed hard at my head. I closed my mouth around her opening and she came hard.

When her body finally stopped heaving I slid up and kissed her again on the lips. This time it was just a small returned kiss. Neither of us had the energy for anything else.

We lay in each other's arms for several minutes before she eventually got up and went down the hall. When she returned from the bathroom she had on a t-shirt and I knew it was time for me to get dressed as well.

We spent a little time talking while I was getting dressed but neither of us really discussed what had just transpired. About an hour later I left to go home. On the way back to my apartment I couldn't help but think that had been the hottest sex I had ever had.

Arriving back at the apartment, I fixed a take and then logged onto my computer. There was some e-mail and I recognized one straight away from Randy. The subject said "Up to 7,000. I had no idea what he was talking about. Reading on, Randy said the clip he had on the site had over 7,000 visitors in two days.

I clicked on the link and immediately saw that not only was there one clip of me and him with his dick in my ass, but he had posted the earlier video of me giving him a blowjob. It was titled "Str8 Neighbor loses a bet". He had a descriptor of both videos and both showed a counter detailing the number of views as well as comments left behind from those who had watched.

My heart was pounding as I watched the new video. Once again, our faces were blurred out so you couldn't tell exactly who was in the video. Thankfully this one was only about four minutes and again either neither of us used our names or he had dubbed them out. He simply referred to me as a cocksucker but you could plainly hear me asking, no begging, to suck his dick.

I hesitated but finally picked up my cell to call him.

"Hey dude, I take it you got my e-mail," he said without even calling me by name.

"Look, I think this has gone far enough. You had your kicks. You need to take that stuff down before someone sees it," I said directly.

"Someone has seen it," he replied. "Over 7,000 folks have seen it, and we're just getting started," Randy replied.

"What the fuck do you mean we're just getting started," I replied getting pretty angry.

"I mean, Thursday when you come over for the Duke game we're gonna shoot a new one," he went on.

"The fuck we are. You're out of your fuckin' mind. I'm not going to let you tape any more of those. No way," I replied indignantly.

"Really," Randy replied. "So, you want me to post the original version showing your face. Maybe adding back the audio with your name. That what you want?" Randy questioned.

I was speechless. "What would your coworkers at the office think about that? Or Sandy? Did you see Sandy tonight?" Randy went on.

I couldn't say a word.

"No my friend. That train's left the station. We will make another video and you will be sucking my dick and begging me to fuck your ass. Just be thankful I don't ask anyone else to join us" Randy added.

"You'd do that? You'd tell somebody?" I asked almost mortified.

"I could. I know lots of guys who's like to get their dick sucked. Maybe a little ass fucking whether it was a guy or girl as long as they were not the one's having to do the sucking," Randy stated directly.

"Now. We gonna' have trouble here or you gonna' play good?" he asked. When I didn't reply he became more direct, "I said are we gonna have trouble?"

"No," I replied. "I'll do it. Just, please don't let anyone know its me. Please. That could ruin me," I pleaded.

"You just remember that," Randy smirked. "No, one will no who you are on the videos...I'll see to that. Now, tell me what you want to do when you come over here Thursday."

I knew what he was asking for without being told. "I want to suck on your cock again," I said resigned to the fact I had no choice.

"Is that all?" he asked.

"No, I want you to fuck me again. I want you to slide your big dick into me. I want to feel your hot cum shoot into my ass," I added.

"Wow, you really are the slut aren't you," he said with a chuckle.

I couldn't believe I had added the part about cumming in me. But I did. I did want to feel his cum in me. Actually I did want him fucking me. I knew that. I think he knew it to.

"And I want you to film it and post it on our site. Your cum running out of my ass," I said actually envisioning in my head, laying on my back as his hot load ran back out my ass.

"I'm looking forward to it. And maybe this time, I'll even let you do some of the filming. You can hold the camera as my cock slides in and out of your little man pussy. Would you like that?" Randy smirked.

"Yes. I want to. I want to video me sucking on your dick. Swallowing your cum," I said. And I did want to. I was so worked up.

"Okay boy," he said for emphasis. "But when you get here Thursday, " I want you to have shaved all the hair off your cock and balls. Completely bare. Do you understand that. Come over here in just some gym shorts and a t-shirt," he commanded.

"You want me to shave my crotch?" I questioned.

"Is Sandy shaved? Does Sandy shave her little pussy?" he inquired. I didn't want to answer him. I didn't want to say.

"Answer me boy" he demanded.

"Yes, she shaves. She has a bald pussy," I said meekly spilling intimate details about my girlfriend's anatomy.

"Well then, when she sees you next you can tell her you did it for her. But we'll know you did it for me...want we?"

"Yes, I did it because you made me," I answered back.

"Be here Thursday like I said," Randy stated firmly before he disconnected us.

I knew I was getting in deeper and deeper but I also knew that I had never been so sexually excited in my life. I had actually enjoyed the sex with Randy. The way he made me do the things I was doing. And the sex I had with Sandy was also the best sex we had ever had.

I looked back at the computer and saw some of the comments people left about the videos... "Hot, the guy is a real slut, what a whore."

I didn't wait for Thursday. I went back to the bathroom, and with a pair of scissors clipped my hair down, took a shower and shaved my cock, balls, and ass as smooth as I could. When I dried of, I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe how different I looked without any pubic hair. I got some lotion from the cabinet and stroked my cock. Sliding the lotion all over my hairless cock and balls. In minutes I came with a power that cum splattered onto the vanity.

As my cock started to gradually subside I realized I was a real slut. I was a whore. Randy had made me that way and I wanted to be his bitch on Thursday.

For a couple of weeks, a friend of mine since High School has been blackmailing me into having gay sex with him. Actually, I've been the one sucking cock and getting my ass fucked. He came over to my apartment about three weeks ago and was helping me fix my computer while we took in some of the NCAA tournament basketball games. He identified the virus on my computer but he also found some gay porn sites that I had viewed. I had never had sex with another man before. Nor had I really ever fantasized about it. It was actually something I often joked about with close buddies. But one evening while looking at porn and watching some of the lesbian videos, I was drawn to some of the guys going down on each other.

I actually looked at several videos of guys sucking and fucking and even downloaded a couple before I finally jacked off to an older couple seducing a young coed into having her first lesbian sex. Randy found the videos and e-mailed my Internet site history back to his computer and threatened to expose me to our friends if I did not give him a blowjob.

While at first I was indignant and refused, I did have a little bit of curiosity after watching the other videos. That and we had both drank a good bit that afternoon. Before the night was over, he not only had me suck his cock, my first, but he fucked my virgin ass.

I thought that would be the only instance, but days later at his apartment, he again made his threats. Since I had done it before, I put up just a little resistance although I informed him that was to be the last of it. What I did not know was this time he had hidden a video camera out of view and actually filmed me sucking his dick, taking his cock in my ass, and actually jacking off on camera. To make matters worse, he loaded the video on one of the very sites from which I downloaded the porn.

Most of the camera angles avoided showing our faces and in the few that did, he blurred them out. It was difficult to make us out. In the days that followed, he loaded more videos and at last count, no less than 30,000 views were tracked on one that showed him fucking my ass.

I'm not gay! I actually have a beautiful girl that I have dated off and on since college. Sandy is a gorgeous blonde that I met at a fraternity party. She had been seeing one of my fraternity brothers for a while. But he was one that moved around from girl to girl and eventually he stopped seeing her. But not before he told most of us in the frat what a good piece of ass she was. I had no intention of entering into a prolonged relationship with her. I just wanted to see just how good she really was... and he was right, she was the best I had ever had. Sandy seemed to be far more experienced than myself when it came to sex which was great by me.

Over the last few years, we have dated other people but always seem to come back to each other. Sandy travels a good bit in her job as a pharmaceuticals rep and I have never considered what she did on the road. But I assume she has been faithful to me over the last year, which is one of the things that has been eating at me. Not only was I having sex with someone else...it was with another guy.

What would she think? Would she think me perverted? I couldn't allow her to find out and would go to any length and do whatever Randy asked me to do to avoid her or my other friends finding out. Last night, he called and asked me to shave the hair off my cock and balls paying particular attention to my asshole. If he found one hair, he said he would touch up one of the videos he had downloaded on the Internet and make it clear for anyone looking to see who the whore was taking it up the ass.

While I should have been put off by the request, I actually got excited about doing it and afterwards jacked off in the bathroom looking at my hairless cock. Sandy had invited me over for the next evening and I had already determined I would tell her I did it for her. Sandy has always shaved her little twat. It was hairless the first night I went down on her on our second date. Like I said, sex with her is just about the best thing in our relationship.

I arrived at Sandy's apartment about seven giving her ample time to arrive home after going to the gym. Sandy goes to a fitness center about three times a week and keeps her body in great shape. I walked in finding Sandy just coming out of the bathroom after a shower. She had a towel wrapped around her body and one wrapping her pretty blonde hair.

"Why don't we skip dinner and just get straight to the desert," I said as I wrapped her tight warm body in my arms.

"I have a meatloaf in the oven, but I hope you're feeling this horny later," she smiled back as she planted her soft lips to mine.

Dinner couldn't be over quick enough as she started cleaning up the mess from our plates. I went into help, more so to speed things up, than to be helpful. It almost seemed that all the sex with Randy made me that much hornier and I was excited to see what she would say about my newly shaved crotch.

We grabbed our wine and headed off to her bedroom that already had a scented candle burning on her dresser. I pushed her softly down on the bed and eased down with her as I began kissing her. Her soft lips are plump and her tongue greeted mine as we lay together. She had changed into a satin robe after her shower and I untied the belt that held it at the waist and began trailing kisses down her neck. I could taste the lotion she applies after her showers and baths. Its sweet fragrance felt tangy on my tongue as I slid down to her breast and licked a hardening nipple in my mouth. She moaned softly as I pulled the bud in my mouth, sucking it, and licking all around her nipple. Switching from one to the other, I licked her breasts, stopping only to move up again and suck her awaiting tongue she would stick out.

"I have something I want to show you," I said softly in her ear as I darted my tongue in, nibbling softly on her lobe.

"I hope you have something you want to give me," she countered with a smile as I pulled off my t-shirt and then pulled at my buttons on my jeans. I had already slipped off my shoes and I rarely wear briefs with my jeans as I pushed them down and then stepped out of them as they bundled around my ankles.

Her gaze was right at my cock. Already hardening she stared, looking at my shaved cock and balls. "Baby, you," she paused. "You shaved your cock," she said in surprise.

"You've always shaved yours. I wanted to see what we felt like together... just our bare skin rubbing," I smiled lying back to her. If she only knew I shaved because another man asked me to. No, commanded me to.

"Come over here," she purred as she tilted her head over the bed. I stepped forward and my cock met her warm mouth. Her soft lips touching the head of my dick, her fingers dancing on my naked skin which just hours ago was covered in hair. She took my cock in her mouth, her lips sliding up and down on the shaft. Occasionally she would remove it, and as my cock slid across her face, she would kiss the skin just above my cock, trailing her tongue, and then moving back down my shaft to the crown.

"Oh baby. I like this. I like what you did. I can't wait to feel it in my cunt," Sandy said as she looked up at me, returning my dick to her hot mouth. She continued to suck on me for several minutes as I ran my fingers to her pussy. She spread her legs and gave me full access to her hot box which had already begun to moisten and become quite wet.

"Baby, I want you to fuck me...and then I want you to do what you did the other night," Sandy cooed.

I knew exactly what she was asking. The other evening at her apartment we had kissed after she gave me a blowjob. It was the first time I had ever done that, which later led to me going down on her after we had fucked. She had pleaded with me to eat her pussy and to suck out the sperm I had planted there. She had no idea I had been eating a lot of sperm lately including my own from Randy. She just assumed it was a new element to our love making, taking our sex to another level.

"Will you? Will you fuck me and then eat me?" she asked as she continued to suck on my dick rubbing my ass cheeks in her hand as they moved up and down my back leg, grasping a cheek.

"If you want me to," I said back, almost as if it were a chore. In reality, I wanted to. I had hoped she would ask me and maybe would have done it anyway.

She pulled me onto the bed and then flipped up on top of me as she again began kissing me. Sucking my tongue and powering hers past my lips. She planted soft kisses down my neck and paused at my nipple. She knew that I loved her sucking on my nipples. It was an erogenous place we had discovered a couple of years ago. I never knew a guy could get off having his nipples played with. Now it was a regular thing for her to suck my nipples and sometimes stick her finger in my ass, although I had balked on her using a dildo on me -- at least until now.

She bit and tugged on my little nip, sucking it, as her big lips made sucking noises as she toyed with them. She scooted down and then raised up as I felt her grab my dick and then guided her hot twat down. Softly she sat down and then raised up as I felt her juicy pussy. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I really could tell the difference as her hot box came to rest on my shaved crotch. Her juices coated my cock and ran down on my crotch as she rubbed her little clit and drew a titty to her mouth.

Her breast are not quite big enough for her to suck but she can lick them with her tongue and she did so, giving her right breast a good licking. We had been fucking for just a few minutes before she leaned back down and took my nipple in her mouth. She knows playing with my ass or nipples is a sure way for me to shoot my load.

"You gonna' come for me baby? You gonna' shoot your load in my hot little pussy and then eat it out for me," she said as she looked down at me. She grabbed her titties in her hands and pinched both nipples between her fingers as she continue her oral assault.

"You gonna lick all that stuff you put in there? Clean me out real good," she purred as she rode up and down on my cock. I watched her bouncing up and down. Her little naked pussy on my shaved cock.

"Damn baby, I'm gonna cum. I'm really gonna cum," I declared as I felt my cock start to spasm. "Damn, here it comes," I almost yelled as I raised up and she rode, pushing back and meeting my thrust.

"Yea, Dale. Come for me baby. Shoot it all in my cunt," Sandy said as she leaned down and sucked again on my nipples, lightly biting one as she toyed with it until my orgasm started to subside and I collapsed back down on the bed.

"You really did cum baby. I bet you shot gallons up my cunt. Now do what you promised. Clean me up with your tongue," she purred as she scooted off my dick as it plopped onto my stomach trailing a strand of cum. She moved up the bed and then crawled over my head with her legs to each side of my face as she lowered her steaming cunt to my mouth. "Go ahead baby. Taste our juices. Lick my little twat."

I looked up to see her smiling as she parted her cunt lips as the first of my cum started backing up and dripped on my chin. I took my tongue and licked between the folds of her cunt, tasting the hot load that I had deposited there. It was salty and thick but I recognized the taste immediately. "Oh yeah baby, lick my little button. Lick my clit as you suck up all that juicy cum you put there," Sandy said as she twisted her nipples.

I licked and would find a huge load of cum that I hungrily swallowed before I moved up her pussy and found her clit. I sucked and nibred on it before returning to her cunt hole finding more sperm beginning to leak back out. She rubbed her clit with her finger which she occasionally stuck in my mouth before returning it to her button as I continued my licking. Finally I felt her legs quiver and tighten beside my head and knew she was close to cumming. I sucked harder on her clit and then stuck my tongue as far up her cunt as it would go as she began bucking wildly on my face.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck yea," she screamed as I continued. Eventually she collapsed beside me and neither of us moved for a couple of minutes. I wiped my chin which was covered in our juices. I looked over and she was staring at the ceiling fan which turned slowly above us. "That was some good cuckolds brownie," she said almost out of breath.

"No one ever has eaten my pussy like you. Damn, you're good in bed," she declared. "You gonna' stay the night?" she asked looking over.

"Sure, if you want me to. You have to get me up early though if I'm gonna' get back to my place and change before going to work," I countered.

"Good. I don't think I can get up. Will you go check the doors?" she asked with a smile. Her breasts still rising rapidly as the sweat trickled down the mounds of her flesh and down from her forehead.

The next morning as I was stepping out from the shower, she was standing in front of a mirror applying liner to her eyes. She was wearing just a black thong but had already dried her hair. She looked over and watched as I toweled off, bringing the cloth up my legs and then between my balls. I saw that twinkle in her eye and that devilish grin just as she knelt on the tiled floor.

Give me the towel she said as she folded it over and shoved it under her knees. Then she took my cock in her mouth and began bathing my shaft with her tongue. Every once and a while she sucked on my balls, caressing them in her soft hands, and then running her hot tongue over the hairless sac. Her plump lips wrapped around my cock as she stroked my shaft, lubed with her spit. She coated her finger with her spit and then I felt her probe my backside with her finger. Dancing softly on the outside, she worked it in and then began to move the digit back and forth.

I wondered if she knew how stretched it had become. Could she tell that it was no longer as tight as it was before Randy started fucking me? Could she tell that I was no longer an anal virgin? That his cock had literally stretched my asshole. Her finger moved in and out and then, two fingers as she found I was relaxed and could accept more than just one.

It wasn't long before I felt that familiar twinge and I launched a load, then another into her mouth. When I had cum, she stood up with my cock still in her hand. I knew what to expect as she closed her lips over mine and opened her mouth. Her tongue pried my lips open and I felt the warm cum flood my mouth as she stirred it with her tongue. Her plump lips slid over mine and we kissed for several minutes until we had both swallowed all the cum she had deposited in my mouth. She leaned back and looked me in the eyes and then gave me one more quick peck to the lips before she walked over to the sink and cupped her hand under a stream of water and rinsed out her mouth.

She finished dressing, brushed her teeth, and applied her perfume and then told me to lock up on my way out. I sat on her bed as I heard the sounds of her heels on the kitchen floor, then the sound of her keys as the door opened and shut.

On Thursday, Randy and I were scheduled to watch the Villanova -- Duke game at his apartment. At least that was the story. I knew while the game was on, I'd likely see little of it. I arrived at his apartment dressed like he requested - barefooted in gym shorts and a t-shirt. We lived in the same apartment complex so it was a quick walk over. I arrived just before tip off and made my way in through his back door.

"Great, you're here. I believe you know what to do," Randy said with a somewhat smug look on his face. I slipped off my t-shirt and moved the shorts down my legs and stepped out. I dropped both on the kitchen counter and walked on into the den. It was then I noticed the camera set up on the tripod. In the past, the video camera had been hidden but this time it was in plain view. Looking at the TV, it was us featured on his wide screen...not the basketball tournament.

"I see you shaved it. That looks good. Has sandy seen it yet?" he inquired. I nodded my head.

"I asked you a question," he asked again more firmly.

"Yes, I was at her place last night. We got together," I replied.

"Got together," he countered. "Ya'll fucked," he shot back. "Did you tell her I asked you to shave yourself?"

I shook my head as Randy retorted, "Of course not. You don't won't her to know what a little cock slut you've become -- my little bitch. That's what you are right? My little bitch?" he kept on as he took a swig of his beer.

"Get on your knees and come over here," he commanded as I sank to my knees and crawled over. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want to have right now," he sneered.

"I want to suck your cock. Can I please suck your cock?" knowing what he wanted to hear.

"Yea, yea you can have it. Come pull it out. Come wrap those fag lips around my dick," he countered.

I crawled over and pulled his shorts down. He wasn't wearing briefs either and his cock and balls were soon bared as I pulled the shorts off. Randy grabbed his cock in his hand and held it up. "This what you want boy? You want to suck on this a while?"

"Yes. Can I? Can I suck your cock? I want to feel your dick in my mouth. Please," I begged. I couldn't believe that was me. I looked over and saw me kneeling naked before my friend on the TV. He had a remote and zoomed in on my face. My own cock was hard and it bobbed up and down betraying my excitement.

"Yea, go ahead. Suck me," he said as I placed soft kisses on the head of his dick. I took his cock in my mouth and began to coat it with my spit. I lifted his nut sac and sucked on a ball much like Sandy had done me the previous evening. I stroked his cock with my hand, gripping it firmly as I pulled the crown to my mouth and teased his slit with my tongue.

"Damn you're one hell of a cock sucker now. You like sucking dick don't you boy?" he snarled as I merely nodded up and down as his cock moved back and forth between my lips, my tongue bathing its head. He was right. After a couple of weeks sucking his cock, I knew what he liked and I felt I could take more of his dick down my throat without obligation. I liked his dick in my mouth. I liked giving him head. I looked back at his high def TV to see me moving up and down on his wet shaft.

"Sandy suck your cock like that last night," he said looking down on me. "Is that what she does? Damn, it'd be hot having you both sucking me off."

My red surged as he said it. She couldn't know about this. She couldn't know that I had become Randy's little cock slave.

"What do you think? Think she'd like to suck this too?" he kept on.

"No. She can't...she can't know anything about this," I said as I took his cock from my mouth. "And, she wouldn't anyway. She wouldn't do something like that."

"Really? You don't think so?" Randy kept on. "She's not the angel you pretend. One of my friends dated her at Duke. According to him she was a bit of a wild thing then."

I didn't even know Randy knew her from College. But he was right in that she did have a bit of a reputation.

"So, you ever fantasized about getting it with her and another girl or maybe watching her with another girl?" he asked looking down at me.

My hand was still stroking his cock as his question sent chills down my back. I had thought about it. I had never been with two girls but on more than one occasion I had thought about making it with her and one of her gorgeous friends she invited out by the pool.

"Sure you have. It's natural," Randy retorted. "So you don't think she would enjoy being with two guys?"

I had never considered that. But even so, it was out of the question. "Dude, I'll do whatever you ask. Please don't let her find out about me," I pleaded.

"And how long before she does. I mean there's no turning back for you. You like cock. You like sucking a dick. Having a dick up you ass. You like it...don't you? Don't you like it?" he said, demanding an answer.

"Answer me you little cocksucker," his voce rang out.

"Yes, I like sucking cock. I like you fucking me," I resigned.

"Not just me. You like cock. I bet you'd suck any cock in front of you. You'd like sucking a cock while someone fucked that little ass of yours. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Randy said painting a picture I could see in my head.

"Yea, Id like that," knowing there was no use in lying.

"And how long before she finds out? And who knows, I bet she would get turned on. I bet she'd think it was hot," he reamistered.

I thought about how much she enjoyed me eating my cum out of her. But eating my cum out of her pussy and sucking some guy's dick was two different things.

"It doesn't matter. You guys shouldn't have secrets between you. I'm gonna fuck her and you're going to set it up," he stated matter of factly.

"No, Randy please," I begged.

"Consider it a favor I'm doing you. If she doesn't like you fucking and sucking guys, it's best you found out now. And just remember, you don't really have a choice. Refuse and I'll just send her some of these fine home movies we've been making. And you know I will, don't you," he said coldly.

I nodded.

"I asked you a question. You know what I will do don't you," he asked again.

"Yes, you will send her the videos and e-mail our friends," I said hanging my head in shame.

"Don't be sad," he smiled. "This is going to be fun and exciting. Imagine both of you sucking on my cock. Me fucking her as you lick her pussy and my cock. You'd like that wouldn't you?" he asked.

"I, I guess so," I said as visions of his cock in her pussy flooded my head. I realized I was still stroking his cock which seemed to harden in my hand.

"I know so," he countered.

"You ready for an ass fucking? You ready for me to fuck that little ass of yours?" he said as the shock of what he intended to do and the realization it was going to happen started to sink in.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me," I replied.

Randy reached over and grabbed some lube off his table and coated his cock. "Get down on your hands and knees. "Tell me, what is it you want?"

"I want you to fuck my ass. I want to feel your dick back there," I replied back. I did. I did want to feel his dick in my ass. I wanted it. I liked the feeling.

I looked at the video and saw his dick push at my ass. Then his hips closed on mine until his crotch was flush with my cheeks. "Damn, you're really getting loose. I think we've stretched that hole out haven't we," he said with glee in his voice.

"You like that bitch. You like that dick in you ass," Randy chanted as his cock sawed in and out of my backside. Randy's cock felt great in my ass. I felt that familiar heat as his head pushed further and further into my butt. I looked back at the screen and watched as he leaned in and lay across my back. I pushed back and met his thrust, my ass swaying back and forth. I liked the way I looked on the television. Some had commented on the video site what a whore I was. How much of a slut I was in the videos Randy had posted on the Internet.

"Damn, you really like this don't cha'? We're gonna post this one on the site too. You know how many fags see you on the video and want to fuck your little ass? They jack off watching you take my cock...my cum splashing down your throat. You are a slut. A cock slut. My little bitch boy. Aren't cha'? That's what you are...aren't cha'," he continued.

"Yea, I'm your bitch. I'm your little cock slut. You gonna' cum in my ass?," I panted.

"Yea, but I want you to cum too. But not till I tell you," Randy stated. He reached over and grabbed the lube as he pushed my back down with his weight and pulled me up on my side. I was now facing the video camera with a leg over his. You could see his cock moving slowly in and out of my ass. He squeezed lube on my cock which hung limply on my belly. "Rub that in and jack yourself off," he commanded.

"But don't you cum till I tell you," he warned. I rubbed the lube in and began to stroke my cock.

"Look into the camera and tell me what you want me to do," he stated.

"I want you to cum in my ass," I panted.

"No fucker. I'm gonna' do that. What is it you want me to do with Sandy," Randy shot back.

I didn't want to say it. I knew what he wanted to hear but I didn't want to say it. I felt tears welt up in my eyes. What would she think? Here he was asking me to help him seduce my girlfriend. To help him set her up. So he could fuck her. Fuck her in front of me. And he would likely fuck me too. Fuck my ass in front of my girlfriend. I had a lump in my throat and my mouth felt dry.

"Tell me bitch, tell me what you want me to do," he stated again as Randy's cock sawed back and forth in my ass. I could feel my own dick harden and I felt the precum leaking into my hand. I was already cumming.

I knew I had no choice. I knew what he would do if I didn't agree. I looked into the camera, "I want you to fuck my girlfriend. I want you to fuck Sandy. I want to see your big dick in her pussy. I want to suck out the load you plant there. I want Sandy and me to suck on your cock together."

Randy interrupted me, "And you'll help me? You'll bring her to me? Give her to me?" Randy kept on.

"Yes, I want to. I want to help you seduce her," I moaned.

"Okay, I will. Bring her over Saturday night. We'll cook out. Have her wear that blue jean skirt she wore to Sarah's party a few months ago. That real short one. And no panties. Make her wear it without panties. You understand?" he asked as his dick pushed into my ass with emphasis.

"Yes, I'll have her wear that....without panties. So you can fuck her," I resigned knowing I had little choice.

"Good boy, now I'll give you what you want, here it comes," Randy moaned.

Randy slammed in my ass harder, and harder, I could feel him releasing his hot cum in my bottom. Then he slowly reached in front and grabbed my cock. He had never touched me before. But here he was actually fondling my cock. He gripped his hand around my cock and started pumping. I looked at the screen and saw his hand moving up and down on my slick shaft.

It didn't take long as my cock shot load after load across my stomach even hitting me on the neck. As I began to relax he lifted his hand to my mouth and stuck his finger in my mouth. I sucked his fingers as I cleaned my sperm off his hand.

Randy got up and walked over to the camera, took out the tape, and turned it off. I lay on my back thinking of what he asked. What I knew I would do. It wasn't good enough to have me serve as his slut. He wanted my girlfriend too. And he would have her. That or he would expose me to all my friends and coworkers as a gay cock slut. My videos posted on the Internet for all to see. I had no choice. I would do what he asked.

On Saturday, Sandy would find out what I had become. There was no turning back. All this started watching a little March Madness. Now I wondered where all this madness would lead.

Blackmail -- it's a harsh and underhanded thing. Even more underhanded when it's a friend whose doing it. The last few weeks have been filled by the news of David Letterman who was the subject of a blackmail plot by one of his own show's producers -- or at least that is the allegation. Letterman came clean as far as we know and announced to the world the caper and exposed this scheme.

Looking back a few months ago, I could have done the same. A friend I have known since high school had helped me repair my computer, acting up because of a virus I downloaded in a file. In the process he discovered porn sites and videos I had downloaded -- some of them gay. He e-mailed back to his computer some of the history of my sites and then threatened to expose me to our friends as gay if I did not give him a blowjob.

Looking back, I know how lame that sounded. I could have told him, "So what. It's porn. I looked at it. Big fucking deal. Tell anybody you want -- right after I tell them you wanted me to suck your cock. You must be the gay one."

That would have been pretty easy to do. But all that's in hind site. Not to mention Randy and I had been takeing most of the afternoon and I was petty buzzed at the time. But even that's only part of the truth. The thing is, while I had never had any previous gay experiences and really cannot say I had ever fantasized about it. I was absolutely riveted by the videos I had watched the night before. I had pulled my cock out and was stroking it to the guys sucking each other off. I nearly came as I watched some guy getting pounded in his ass. I quickly switched it to a lesbian video and came to that.

I was curious. I wondered what it was like. What did my girlfriend Sandy feel like when she sucked me off? I actually wanted to blow Randy. I just didn't want my friend to know it. I didn't want him for a second to think I was really a homosexual or even bisexual for that matter. I put up some resistance but deep down I was thrilled to kneel before him and take my first cock. Even a couple of days later when he requested I do it again, I balked. I claimed that would be the last time but was thrilled when he also wanted to fuck my ass.

It hurt like hell at first but eventually I really liked it. Deep down I knew it wouldn't be my last. The thing I didn't count on though was the extent Randy would go. This time it wasn't enough to threaten me with stored cookies on my computer or downloaded porn sites. While I went to the restroom he turned on a video camera he had set up on a bookshelf in his den. Even today I don't know exactly where it was hidden. I never saw it. All I know for sure is he then took some of that video footage and downloaded it to the very porn sites I had viewed. Most of the angles avoided our faces entirely and the little bit that did show our faces with me sucking him off, he distorted so it was not clear who was in the shot.

Once he had that video footage, it was like falling in space. He made one after another, each time threatening me with clearing up the footage on the porn site that showed me giving a blowjob or getting fucked if I didn't cooperate. Now I felt I really was trapped. I would be totally embarrassed and humiliated if my family, friends, and coworkers saw the clips. The videos have been viewed by thousands of people on the Internet. Three of the clips had eclipsed 50,000 page views. Now I was having guys jacking off to me on the Internet.

There was a sick part of me that got excited at the thought and then the other, saner side that was filled with anxiety about what if someone finds out that's me! Perhaps the one I worried about most was my girlfriend Sandy. We had dated for about three years since we graduated Duke University. That's how this whole thing started as Randy is a graduate of UNC and we were watching the NCAA Basketball tournament together.

Sandy was no saint in college. Actually the reamister we started going out in the first place was she had the reputation as crazy about sex and damn good at it. One of my fraternity brothers had gone out with her and kept us all on the edge of the couch with some of their intimate moments. I know how sick that sounds but guys like to boast. When they quit going out, I leaped at the chance and had no idea we would still be together. We saw other people for the first 18 months or so but for the last year, I believe it's been pretty exclusive although it's not really something we talk about. More something we just take for granted.

But in all that time, there's been no group sex, three-ways, or gay rendezvous. Just the two of us fucking and sucking in public places and as often as the mood hit us. Make no mistake, she was every bit as good as her reputation. She also works hard to keep her body in great shape. She works out about three times a week in the gym. Not so much to get a hard body but one that stays toned. Sandy is 36-24-34 and weighs about 125 lbs. although that's a guess as she's never told me. I do know she's only 5' 5" in height.

She looks a much shorter Erin Andrews from ESPN. She has long flowing sandy blonde hair, an infectious smile, and brown eyes. While her tits are just the right size for her frame, she has an absolutely gorgeous ass and beautiful tapered legs which she shows off with her skirts and dresses. She also has small feet and always keeps her little toes either French manicured or painted a soft pink or red color.

Then Randy hit me with the bombshell for which I was unprepared -- he wanted to fuck my girlfriend. He and Sandy had met many times over the last couple of years. Actually all three of us had spent quite a few afternoons by the pool at the apartment complex where both Randy and I lived. On numerous occasions he had girls he was seeing there as well and paid no attention to Sandy of which I was aware. There were also a couple of clubhouse parties that we were all at but I don't recall him ever paying any more attention to her than anyone else. Yet, here he was, telling me he wanted to have sex with her and directing me to help in his seduction plans. Do it or have him e-mail the videos out to my friends and colleagues.

He reamistered with me he too had heard the earlier stories of her college days from some of the guys from Chapel Hill that dated Duke girls. That and now that I had experienced same sex it was doubtful I would ever close the door on that chapter of my life. She was sure to find out one day I liked to experience sex with other guys as much as I liked what we did together.

While I understood his line of reamistering, sharing my girlfriend with him was the last thing I wanted to do. Nor did I want her to know about what we had been doing. Maybe over time, I could work it in to our lovemaking. Maybe even have her suggest some variety. But this was too soon. What would she think? How would she react? The one thing for sure was I was about to find out.

I knew Randy was not kidding and would do exactly what he threatened. Randy had suggested, no directed me to tell her to wear a blue jean skirt she had worn at a party a few months earlier. We were to drop by his place in our apartment complex for dinner and to watch the game. Sandy is not a big sports fan but she does like to socialize and I knew she wouldn't object. I was to tell her that he was having another girl over but when we arrived it would just be him.

One more little caveat to the plan was I was to convince Sandy to go without her panties -- or rather her thong. I didn't think that to be much of a problem. Actually she often discarded both the panties and bra under her dresses and outfits. She's simply the sexiest woman I have ever known.

She arrived at my apartment looking spectacular. Dressed in the denim skirt with a white sleeveless top that dipped just low enough to see her breasts. I noticed she had not worn a bra. Not a request on my part, just something she added. Her tits are firm and her little nipples were just two small points poking into the top. She wore sandals and had painted her nails a bright pink color. I made us both a vodka tonic and kissed her soft plump lips before I handed it off to her.

"oooom, that was good," she moaned. "Are you sure you don't want to blow your buddy off and just stay here tonight. I think I could make it worth your while..."

Actually blowing my buddy was exactly what he had in mind and my stomach turned at how I was a conspirator to his devious seduction plot. "We said we would go over. We don't have to stay late if you don't like." I actually hoped once we got there, maybe she'd suggest we leave. We could take off before he was able to exercise his plan. It would be her idea -- not mine. I had done my job in delivering her. Maybe that was the way to get out of this mess.

Sandy took a couple more takes and then slipped off her sandals as she walked into my kitchen. Leaning against the counter she struck the most seductive pose. I wanted her. I wanted to attack her right there. I was so horny. I wasn't sure if I was worked up because of how she looked or because of what was planned for us that evening. I knew Randy intended to have us both. I would suck his cock. Perhaps we both would and then he would fuck her. He would likely fuck me too in front of her. My dick started stirring in my khakis thinking about it.

We had a couple of takes and then walked across the apartment complex, past the pool, to his place. Randy was already preparing his grill when we walked up and we all exchanges pleasantries. Then he announced his date for the evening had something unexpectantly come up. He feigned that perhaps she was standing him up and actually drew sympathy from Sandy who felt bad a girl would do that to him at the last minute. If she only knew then, it was simply an act and planned all the time.

Randy had me flipping burgers outside as he and Sandy made a pasta salad and did other things in the kitchen. I could hear their voices and laughter but couldn't tell what they were saying. All I knew for sure was Sandy seemed to be having a great time as they cut up and had a few more takes.

Sandy was in a sorority in college and is a bit of a professional when it comes to the party scene. I knew she could handle her cuckold water but I did note she was really sucking down the Grey Goose and tonic and Randy didn't hesitate keeping the spirits flowing.

We had burgers, beans, and a salad as we watched the basketball tournaments and chatted about friends we had in common. I noticed that Sandy had slipped off her shoes and was feeling relaxed as she slid up close to me and on more than a few occasions when Randy wasn't looking, nibred on my neck or gave a playful squeeze to my pants leg. I knew instantly that she was horny as hell and if we left that instant she might actually **** me out by the pool on the trip back to the apartment.

I was just about to encourage her to tell Randy she wasn't feeling well when she asked to use his restroom. While she was gone, Randy put his plan into action.

"Okay, in a few minutes I'm going to say we're out of vodka and ask you to run back to your place for another bottle. No matter what she says, if she says she's had enough or it's getting late, you encourage her to stay. You got that?" Randy asked looking me in the eyes.

I looked down at the floor. Here it was, the moment I was dreading.

"I asked you as question," he shot back coldly. "You understand? You go home and bring another bottle. I know you have it, and you can take your sweet time about it. But she stays here. Got it?" he shot back again.

I looked up, "I got it" I said softly with a slight shrug.

Then Randy reached over and pushed his remote and a video started up. I initially froze thinking it was me. Instead it was something akin to Girls Gone Wild. It was a bunch of chicks dancing on stage in a night club, rubbing up against each other and then stripping down to their bra and panties.

Sandy walked back in and looked at the screen. "What the hell are you two watching now?" she said with just a hint of a slur to her mock indignation.

Randy acted startled but he knew all the time she was there. "Oh, I was just showing Dale a video. If it offends you I'll turn it back but it was halftime," he lied.

"No, I'm not offended. What is it?" Sandy asked, her eyes glued to the Hi def screen as the girls gyrated to the music. She slumped down on the couch beside me as the scene shifted from a nightclub to two girls who appeared to be in a ship's cabin on a cruise liner as a voice in the background was encouraging them to kiss and undress each other.

I wondered if Sandy would say to flip it back but she still seemed glued to the TV as they kissed, fondled, and then began going down on each other. Once again her hand ***ly slid onto my pants leg with no regard to Randy who was watching her every move.

When that scene ended it took right up with what appeared to be three college coeds giving a blowjob to three guys in a race to see which guy could cum on their face first. "Maybe I should turn that off," Randy feigned embarrassment. "I didn't intend to play all of that.. and certainly don't want to embarrass you Sandy," Randy lied.

Sandy looked over and smirked, "I'm not embarrassed. Nothing I haven't seen before." Randy seemed emboldened by the statement and I too thought it a little suggestive but then again it could have been the holy water talking. There was no doubt it was taking a toll on any inhibitions she might have had.

Randy got up and went into the kitchen before poking his head out and claiming we had an emergency. We were out of vodka and he apparently didn't have a backup.

"Dale, can you run back to your place and get another? Even if you guys leave shortly I'd like to have a few takes when the game starts back up," he added.

Sandy didn't seem to be moved at his comment. It was almost as if she didn't hear him at all. Her eyes were still glued to the video of a blonde sucking her boyfriend's cock. She moved her lips up and down as she jacked his shaft and then would look up, "Cum for me baby. Cum on my face. Cum on me baby. Cum all over me," as she would take him back into her mouth and kept up her assault as the camera went to the next girl.

I patted Sandy on the leg and told her I'd be right back. I turned to look back as her gaze was still fixed to the screen barely acknowledging my statement. I knew this was the time. Randy would certainly make his move while I was gone.

I almost ran back to the apartment so I could get back as soon as possible. I wanted to be there when he tried something. Maybe she would resist him. What if she did and he kept on? What was I letting him do? My mind was racing as I hurried back and then reentered quietly behind them.

Randy had moved over to the couch and was sitting beside her as they watched the girls now covered in cum, licking each other's cum covered faces and kissing. They were talking softly and it was difficult but I strained to hear Randy, almost in a whisper. "I think you would like it. I know Dale would. Him fucking that wet little pussy of yours while you sucked my cock like those girls were doing."

Sandy said something I couldn't quite make out. She was obviously not offended by his suggestion but she was putting up some mild resistance.

"C'mon Sandy, it'll be fun. I know you want to. I can tell how horny you are. Look at your top," Randy said with some degree of confidence he was making ground. Sandy looked down. While I couldn't see her front, I could only imagine her hard little nipples were now betraying her.

"See how excited you are. Imagine two guys fucking you...having two guys to suck your little nipples and eat that hot pussy of yours," Randy kept on. "Dale wants to. Dale wants me to fuck you..."

Sandy looked over at him and shot back, "Yea, I bet. I think I know him better than you and sharing me is not at the top of the list."

"Really," Randy smirked. "What if you're wrong? What if I can prove to you he wants us to have a three-way but he's too fuckin' scared to bring it up to you?" Randy kept on.

Sandy just looked at him as he eased off the couch, walked over to his entertainment center and fumred with his video player. Here it comes I thought. I started to rush in but my legs felt like stone. I stood silent watching it play out.

"So you know him better than me huh? Maybe I have a surprise or two for you," Randy smirked as he hit play on the recorder and the blue screen filled with an image of his den with Randy sitting on the couch. The very den and the couch the two were sitting on now. "What is this?" Sandy inquired.

"Just watch," Randy shot back.

Then it happened. I walked into view on the TV screen -- naked, without a stitch.

"Holy cuckolds brownie..." Sandy started as her hand flew up to her mouth. "What the hell is he doing? Where did you get this," she kept on.

"Just watch," Randy said looking at her.

Our voices were crystal clear on the TV, "Get on your knees and come over here," Randy was saying as I sank to my knees and crawled over. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want to have right now."

"I want to suck your cock. Can I please suck your cock?" I responded on the video.

"Oh my Gosh. I don't believe this cuckolds brownie," Sandy was saying through her hand she still had up to her face. That's Dale. I can't believe it. He's not going to do that. He's not going to..." her voice trailed off in disbelief as the video continued.

"Yea, yea you can have it. Come pull it out. Come wrap those fag lips around my dick," Randy said on the screen.

I watched as Randy slid closer to her on the couch. He studied her face which was glued to the screen... watching me as I crawled over to Randy on the video. I was glued to the video screen as I saw the image of me, pulling Randy's shorts down. Soon I had them off as Randy grabbed his cock in his hand and held it up. "This what you want boy? You want to suck on this a while?"

"Yes, can I? Can I suck your cock? I want to feel your dick in my mouth, please," I had begged.

I could only imagine the look on Sandy's face as she watched the video of me sucking on Randy's cock. Randy had scooted closer to her on the couch and I barely heard what he said, "That turn you on Sandy? It turn you on to see your boyfriend sucking on my cock?"

"I... I've never seen two guys together," Sandy gasped. I never would have thought... I never imagined Dale would do anything like that," she said trying to find her words. Her eyes were still glued to the TV and I couldn't see Randy's hands but it appeared his arm was headed to her lap. Certainly his eyes were there. I could only imagine he was trailing his hands, his fingers on her bare legs.

"Watch it Sandy. Look what your boyfriend is doing. I think you're really going to like this," he continued. It appeared as if he had spliced out some of the action when it showed Randy reaching over to grab the lube off his den table. "Get down on your hands and knees. Tell me, what is it you want?" he said to me on the video.

"I want you to fuck my ass. I want to feel your dick back there," I replied back.

"I don't believe this," Sandy gasped. "You fucked him. How long? How long has this been going on?" she asked. It was the first time she seemed collected as she looked back over at him and then down at her lap. Perhaps the first time recognizing his advances as he stroked her leg.

"A couple of weeks now," Randy answered back. "Does it make you hot? I think that little shaved pussy of yours is dripping," he continued.

Her head shot back, almost in shock he mentioned her anatomy.

"Yea, I know you shave. Just like I made him shave his. I bet its dripping now. Watching him give himself to me. Just like he wants you to do. Both of you. To give yourselves to me. Imagine me fucking your little pussy while he licks your twat... my dick as it saws back and forth in that hot little snatch of yours. Touch it. Feel how hard you made me," Randy went on and on.

I saw him grab her hand and guide it to his crotch. The couch blocked my view but I could only imagine her little hand wrapped around his flesh. In the background his voice from the video filled the room, "You like that bitch. You like that dick in you ass," Randy was saying.

Sandy looked back up at the screen. Randy was fucking me good, his balls slapping against my ass.

"I bet you want to suck this cock don't cha' baby? I bet you want to suck it like Dale did. Like he does," Randy said as he stood and lowered his shorts standing before her as his cock swelled.

"Dale will be back any moment. I can't believe this is happening. I simply can't believe he did that," she said in disbelief of the events which had unfolded.

"Why don't you ask him? Or better still watch him," he said as he acknowledged me standing in the back of the room by the back door.

"Come show your girl how much you love sucking cock. Show Sandy what a little cocksucker you've become," Randy said looking right at me.

Sandy's head turned and saw me standing there. I was frozen. She obviously hadn't stormed out of the room when it all started. She hadn't turned away from the video. Instead she looked enthralled. I was almost in a trance as I walked into the den, knelt down and sank to my knees with his cock at eye level. I didn't even look at her. I just took the cock in my mouth and started sucking. I felt the familiar warm head as it slid over my tongue. I could only imagine the expression on Sandy's face, watching me go down on Randy.

"See Sandy. He's a little cock slut. He likes sucking on a dick. Don't cha' bitch. You like that cock don't you," he kept on.

I nodded up and down with his dick still firmly lodged in my mouth. "Tell her, tell her what you like," he commanded.

"I love your cock. I love sucking on your cock," I said removing it momentarily and then reinserting it in my hungry mouth.

"And you want Sandy to join you don't cha' slut. You want her to join you on your knees. Both of you sucking my cock together," Randy went on.

"Yes, I want Sandy to join me. Both of us sucking your cock," I heard myself saying almost in a trance.

I looked up at Randy who was staring back at Sandy. "Take your skirt off Sandy. I want you to play with that little pussy of yours while he sucks my dick. Take it off," Randy commanded her.

I watched out of the corner of her eye, almost scared to look at her. She sat motionless for several moments and then she undid a snap and a zipper and began to tug the skirt down her legs and then off her feet. Her bare hairless pussy was now in full view of Randy.

"That's nice. Such as pretty little pussy. Your top. Take it off too. I want to see those beautiful titties of yours," he added. This time she didn't hesitate as she pulled the sleeveless top up and over her head dropping it on the floor. Now she was totally naked as she spread her legs and rubbed her wet slit as he had asked.

"That's it baby, rub that little pussy of yours. I can't wait to taste it... to eat that wet little snatch of yours," he kept on. "You hot baby? You getting turned on watching Dale suck my cock?"

"Yea," she moaned as she rubbed her hot cunt.

I almost felt relieved. She was turned on, not disgusted at me.

"You want to join him don't cha' baby. You want to get down here and suck me too don't cha'" he stated rather than asked.

"Yea, I want to. I want to suck your cock," she said staring at us both as she plunged her fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

"Scoot over slut and give your lady some room," Randy said as he moved me over.

Sandy slid off the couch and took her place beside me. I could almost feel the heat on her face as she watched my lips slide over his cock. My spit was dripping down my chin as I worked the hot flesh. I took it out and held it out for her. She looked me briefly in the eyes before she opened her mouth and took it between her plump lips.

"Oh cuckolds brownie," Randy groaned as she sucked on his cock. I took my place sucking and licking on his balls as she worked his shaft.

I was startled with her voice, "So you going to fuck him. You going to fuck his ass?" she inquired before slipping Randy's dick back in her mouth, working it up and down.

"I was looking to fuck you but I'll fuck him first if you like. You want to see that? You want to see me fucking the slut?" Randy asked looking down at me.

"Yea," she said once again removing the cock with a little slurp. "I've never seen a guy get it in the ass before. I'd like to see it. I'd like to see you fucking him."

"I can do that," Randy shot back "But then I get a piece of your hot pussy -- deal?" he asked.

"Yea, I'll fuck you. But I want to see that first," she said.

"Go get the lube boy. You know where it is," Randy said looking down at me. I left them and went back to the bathroom. Returning, Sandy was now laying back on the couch with Randy eating her pussy. Her eyes were closed as she rubbed his hair with her fingers, the way she had wrapped her fingers so many times before in my hair.

I stood by and let her enjoy herself as her moans filled the room. Eventually Randy recognized my return and instructed me to strip and then get down on all fours. He lubed up his dick and took his position behind me as he pushed the head of his dick against my asshole and then gently began to push it in. His dick slid in easily and I pushed back and met his thrust.

"Fuck, I have never seen anything like that," Sandy said softly as she looked on. "That's so fuckin' hot."

"Straddle his back Sandy and face me, "Randy urged. "I want to finish licking that sweet pussy of yours."

I heard Sandy get off the couch as she positioned herself over my prone body. I could hear Randy lapping on her box as her soft moans mixed with his body slapping against mine. His dick felt so good in my ass and I felt so relieved that Sandy was joining in on the action. It was a huge load off my mind as I now enjoyed the cock filling my ass.

"Look down baby. See that hard dick filling his bitch ass. I bet you'd like to feel that wouldn't you," Randy groaned. I bet you'd like to feel my cock up your ass too wouldn't you?

"I've never done that," Sandy shot back.

"Never had anal sex," Randy questioned back. "No," she responded.

"I heard otherwise," Randy countered. "Phillips said you and he did all kinds of stuff and fucking up the ass was something you really got off on." There was a silence now with only the slapping of his balls against my ass filling the air.

"Mike Phillips... you do remember him don't you?" he inquired.

"How do you know Mike?," came Sandy's shocked reply.

"Mike and I were fraternity brothers at Chapel Hill. The way he told it, that was one of your favorite activities," Randy said back.

"That was... that was a long time ago," Sandy said almost searching for words to say.

"My question is did you like it? He claimed you really got off on it. You liked the feel of a hard cock up your ass," Randy pressed.

I was listening carefully to every word. I had never heard of Mike. And Sandy and I had never practiced anal sex. I couldn't actually remember it ever coming up but she certainly had never asked me to do it.

"So tell me...did you like it? Did you like a little fucking up the ass," he kept on.

"It was different," she shot back. Almost on reflection, "Yea, I liked it. Not at first, but yea. After a while I liked it. But Mike wasn't as big as you. Least I don't remember him being that big," Sandy added.

"But you want it don't you. You want me to fuck that ass of yours too don't ya," he pressed. I could just imagine the thoughts in her head.

"Maybe... yea, I'll let you fuck my ass," Sandy said back softly.

I felt Randy slowing in my ass and then withdrawing completely as the prospects of fucking Sandy took priority. He slapped me on the ass telling me to go get a wet warm washcloth from the bathroom so he could clean up and then fuck her next. I rose off the floor and retreated to his bathroom as directed.

"Clean it up," he directed on my return. I knelt down and washed his cock, making sure to wipe around his balls as well.

"Sit up on the couch," he directed Sandy and then positioned himself between her legs. "First I'm gonna' get a piece of that pussy. Guide my cock to her hole," he glared over at me.

I reached down and positioned his cock at her wet hole as he slid easily into her wet pussy. Sandy moaned as he rocked back and forth, his dick disappearing in her box. They fucked for a few minutes with Sandy reaching down and pulling him deeper into her cunt, grabbing tightly around the cheeks of his ass.

I knew I should be jealous but I was actually turned on watching them fuck. Her moans mixing with his grunts. Finally he broke the rhythm saying he wanted to fuck her tight little ass now.

He pulled her onto the floor on her knees. "Lick her asshole and get it wet for me bitch," he said glaring at me. I knelt behind her and licked her little asshole. It was musky and tasted of her pussy juices. Sandy loved it when I licked her there. I tongued her hole and dipped my tongue in, fucking her with it. Sandy was moaning her approval when Randy barked for me to get out of the way.

This time he had me position his cock to her asshole as he squirted some lube on his shaft. I held the slippery dick in my hand as he eased his head in as I heard her moan and sigh. Slowly he eased more and more in, continuing to squirt more lube as he would stop to let her get accustomed before he then eased more of his shaft in her tight hole.

"That's it Sandy. Take that cock. You're taking it all. Just a little more," Randy encouraged her until he had eased it all in and was flush with her cheeks. He stayed that way for a minute, gently rubbing her ass with his hands. Looking over at me he said, "Get down there and lick her cunt."

I scooted under her and began to lick Sandy's pussy. She was rubbing her own clit with one hand and supporting herself on her right elbow as her ass was propped high in the air.

Randy moved back slowly and then forward as she moved with him meeting his thrust ever so slowly at first and then picking up speed.

"That's it. Fuck that dick baby. Fuck me. Ride that cock. Where's my dick Sandy?" Randy asked.

"In my ass," she groaned as she moved back and forth. I stuck my tongue up her cunt as Randy moved his dick further in and then sliding out of her tight ass.

"You like me fucking that ass don't cha...that dick feels good in your ass," Randy chanted.

"Yea, it feels good... your cock feels so good," she moaned back.

I watched Randy's dick move back and forth in her back door as I continued to lick her pussy and suck on her little clit. I felt a tinge of jealousy but I wasn't sure if I was jealous Randy was fucking my girl in the ass or because it wasn't me he was fucking.

"Damn baby, I think I'm gonna cum. Where do you want the load? You want me to cum in your ass," he moaned.

"Yea, give it to me," Sandy said as she bucked harder on his shaft. "Fuck me, fuck my ass. Cum for me," she groaned.

I could tell Randy was close to cumming as his thrust were more deliberate and Sandy too seemed to be on the verge as her legs quivered. In a massive thrust both seemed to converge. Sandy crying out and Randy grunting as their bodies slapped together, again and again. Sandy collapsed on top of me as Randy's dick slid out. She flipped on her side and then flat on her back as her breast rose up and down on her chest, her little nipples, hard and erect.

We all lay on the floor exhausted. Eventually Randy got up and walked into the kitchen to fix another take leaving Sandy and I looking at each other without exchanging words. When Randy returned he asked me to leave them together. He wanted to chat with Sandy alone for a few minutes. I was apprehensive about it but Sandy gave a slight affirmative nod and I slipped back on my clothes. I looked back as Randy collapsed in a chair and Sandy still lay exhausted on the floor.

I walked back to the apartment and looked out the window back across the complex every so often for Sandy. The pool area was well lit so I felt she was safe but I was still anxious to see her, to talk about everything that had transpired. How she felt about it.

Minutes have by slowly and I was getting quite concerned. More than once I picked up my cell to call and even started to walk back over. It was perhaps forty-five minutes later I saw a dark form moving toward my apartment and then into the light I could make out it was Sandy. I ran into the kitchen and made a take and then settled into a chair as she walked into the apartment. She looked tired as she shut the door behind her. I noticed she was barefoot as she walked in the room.

"Where are your sandals?" I asked as she looked back for a moment collecting her thoughts. "Randy has them," she replied back. "He thought I'd look more like the slut he's made me, coming back over here without them." There was a long pause before she looked up. "He showed me the videos he's taken, and the porn sites. Dale, what were you thinking. Do you know what you've done?"

Sandy was looking me directly in the eyes now. "It's one thing to experiment, but he's blackmailing you. He's got all these discs that you two have made, and it's on the fucking Internet for anyone to see. How could you? How could you let that happen?"

I didn't even know how to respond. I looked down and my throat tightened.

"Well," she paused. I hung on the word which seemed to take forever. "I'm going to get it back. The videos will stop and he's going to take it down, and give it all to me but not without consequences."

"What consequences?" I shot back.

"Me. Us actually. For the next month we will both do whatever he asks," Sandy outlined. "We'll be his sexual slaves, his sluts as he likes to call it."

"You? He doesn't have a video of you," I shot back.

"No. He doesn't and you can bet your ass he never will. No, he's got the man I've been seeing for three years on videos, even downloaded on the fucking Internet. Imagine my friends, the people I work with seeing you do all that cuckolds brownie. I should just dump your ass. Then it wouldn't matter," Sandy said coldly as she stared back at me.

"You really fucked up. Fucked us both up, but it's not something we can't fix. But you need to understand what he intends to do," she went on. I was speechless as she outlined his plans.

"We will both be his little sluts for four weeks. He intends to see us both sucking our share of dicks and fucking strangers. He did promise we could use protection and there would be no pain involved. Just lots of fucking. Apparently he knows some bi guy at work, some couple. They're both bisexual and he plans on asking them over next weekend," Sandy explained.

"Two guys?" I asked.

"No, a couple, a man and his wife," she chided me for being slow. "Apparently they're swingers and Randy wants to see me," she hesitated. "He wants to see me eating pussy."

We were both quiet for a moment before I went there. "You ever done that?" I asked tentatively.

"No, some of the girls in my sorority fooled around with each other from time to time but that was not my thing. But Randy's determined I make up for lost time now. He intends to set me up with lots of women in the next month, so I'll get all the pussy I can handle," she said.

I felt my dick stirring in my pants from all the talk of her eating pussy. It was certainly a fantasy of mine to see her with another woman. Maybe her taking a strapon dick to her pussy from some chick. I even thought about her on her knees sucking another guy off. Some guy that was also likely to fuck my ass. This wasn't lost on Sandy who saw my erection.

"That's turning you on isn't it?" she chided. "The thought of me licking some girl's pussy or having her husband fucking me is a turn on for you isn't it?" she said matter of factly. "Take your pants off. I want to see. I removed my khakis and slid them down and my cock sprang to attention.

"Damn. You are something else. Well, he left you one more present tonight. Something he wanted you to have. Come over here," Sandy said in a very commanding tone.

She fumred with her denim skirt and zipped it down pulling it off. "Kneel down there and lick my pussy," she directed.

I stared at her shaven pussy lips and could already see the semen that was dripping down her leg. "Lick damnit," Sandy said as she grabbed the back of my head and powerd it to my mouth. Her pussy was warm and wet, mixed in her juices and Randy's cum."

"Get used to it because my pussy's liable to be filled with a lot with cum. Everybody but yours," she added coldly. The bad news for you is for the next month, my cunt in off limits to your dick. You can eat me anytime I like but for the next four weeks your cock doesn't come near it," Sandy continued.

"Randy said I am to pick up a strapon Monday and a couple of butt plugs. You'll be getting a lot of sex but only at the end of my cock. You can suck all the dick you want and we'll all be fucking that little ass of yours but there will be no pussy for that little dick. That's the price you pay for getting us in this mess."

I worked my tongue into her hot box, pushing further each time she outlined another rule. Their juices were coating my face as I sucked it down. I could taste the familiar taste of his cum mixed with her pussy juice as it slid down my throat.

"Jerk off. Jerk your dick while you eat my pussy," Sandy commanded me as I started pulling on my hard member. She pulled my face hard in her crotch as she fucked my tongue buried in her vagina.

"Yea, you're gonna be eating lots of pussy. If I have to lick cunts, you're gonna be licking and sucking, and getting that little ass of yours filled up with big dicks. And when this is over, I'm still gonna have you serve me. You hear me? When we're done with Randy, you're gonna do what I say... fuck who I say. If I want to get some fucking dick, they'll be no questions asked, and you'll be happy, and eat all that sperm out of my box," Sandy continued as she ground her wet box into my face.

Looking down at me she continued, "Stroke that cock. You like it on your knees eating somebody else's cum out of my pussy don't cha? You like the thought of me fucking other men and having you clean me up. Look at that cock of yours. It's as hard as I've ever seen it."

Sandy was right. I was about to explode listening to her. Telling me all the things she would have me do.

"Don't cum yet. Don't cum until I tell you," she warned. Her own legs were shaking as she groaned with my tongue buried in her twat. I felt her legs shake as I held on to the cheeks of her ass as she pushed hard against my cum covered face.

"Stand up," she commanded.

I rose to my feet and she sank down and took my hard cock between her soft lips. The head of my dick felt her wet tongue bath it as she went down on the shaft, jacking me off with her hand. She cupped my balls in her other hand, rubbing them, before reaching up and pinching my nipple. I didn't last long as I erupted in her mouth, blasting spurt after spurt which she greedily lapped up.

When I was done, she rose up and pressed her mouth to mine. I opened my mouth knowing full well what to expect as her tongue met mine and my own cum flooded my mouth. Lips slid together in a hot kiss as she wrapped her arms tight around me. I swallowed the cum she had deposited there as we continued to kiss, her tongue meeting mine, sucking on it, biting lightly on it before pushing hers back into my mouth.

She finally broke the embrace and pulled back looking me in the eyes. "I'll get us through this but no more deception, no more lies. She reached down and held my balls firmly and gently squeezed them in her hands to the point it hurt. "These fuckers are mine. You understand? We'll deal with Randy but in the end, they're mine to do with what I say you got it?" I simply nodded my head up and down.

It's hard to believe that my girlfriend Sandy and I find ourselves being submissive slaves to a guy I have known since high school. I will not detail it all again since I have written about it previously. But suffice it to say my surfing the Internet for porn sites and downloading gay videos led to the discovery by my buddy who later obligate me into sucking his dick. I have never considered myself anything other than a normal straight guy but I found myself drawn deeper and deeper into my newfound sexual taste until Randy secretly videotaped me sucking his cock and taking his dick in my ass.

He then posted those videos on the very website from which I downloaded the porn and blackmailed me into helping him seduce my girlfriend. I've been dating Sandy since college and I have always known she was very active sexually, much more than myself. It was that wild streak that attracted me in the first place. But over the course of the last year, we had both become pretty exclusive and I was terrified her finding out about my recent escapades would lead her to leave me.

I was both relieved and excited that Sandy agreed to be Randy's sexual slave for one month, provided he agreed not to make any more videos, to take down the existing videos that were on the Internet, and to turn over all footage to her once we had both served as his complete slaves. She also agreed to do anything he asked, provided it did not include anything painful, including servicing other men...and women.

I had often fantasized about having sex with Sandy and a few of her sorority sisters from college. The thought of her having sex with another woman was the ultimate turn on for me. She had confided while a few of her sorority sisters were rumored to be bisexual and she had caught her roommate practicing frenching on another girl, she had only had sex with men.

She did admit to a few three ways with other guys and once participating in a group sex party while they were all on spring break. But she blamed most of it on being young, experimenting, and nearly being takes on her ass. Something I didn't know until all this with Randy was her penchant for anal sex. I knew she liked it when I licked her ass, and occasionally she had used her fingers on me while giving blowjobs, but neither of us had done much more than that. That was why I was so shocked when she actually agreed to allow Randy to fuck her ass after he pressed her that he had heard from college buddies she had liked anal sex with one of his fraternity brothers.

Sandy is a pharmaceutical sales rep and spent much of the earlier part of the week traveling. We had both been informed that Saturday night Randy had invited a bi couple he knew of to his apartment for us to service. I would be expected to experience my second guy and Sandy would likely have her first sex with another woman, an older woman at that. Randy had told us Larry and his wife Ann were in their mid-thirties. That was about all we knew about them other than both were swingers who enjoyed sex with men and women.

It was Thursday when Sandy called me on her cell phone on the way back from her trip and said she was closer to my apartment than hers and would just stop by. I could tell when she walked in how exhausted she was. We had a quick bite of some left over pizza from the night before and she retired to my bathroom for a long, relaxing bath. Sandy remained in the tub for some time while I watched TV. She was wrapped in a towel when she stuck her head into the den and asked if I would mind rubbing her stiff shoulders.

By the time I reached the bedroom, Sandy was lying across the bed, her nude frame looking so inviting and she sighed when I began to rub and squeeze her shoulders. She was tense but began to relax and moan slightly as I rubbed hard on her shoulder blades, squeezing the flesh between my fingers. My hands worked their way down her back and rubbed her ass cheeks, kneading them in my fingers. I raised her right leg up and rubbed her calf. Her toes arched closely to my face as I rubbed her leg, massaging, and then taking her delicate foot in my hand. I looked at her little red toes, painted a deep burgundy, and I kissed the top of her foot

Sandy sighed as I continued placing soft kisses on her foot, gently pressing my lips to the sole, and then her arch as I examined her little toes before closing my lips over her big toe. It drew a groan from Sandy whose head was muffled by a pillow as she buried her face into the bedding. I had never experimented with foot play before, but I knew she was clean from her bath, and I also knew how drained she was.

I sucked on the toe and then began licking the others, drawing the little digits in my mouth. I could tell by her moans how much she was enjoying what I was doing and drew the other leg up as well, going back and forth between her feet. Licking her arches, kissing softly the sides of her foot as I continued to suck on her little toes.

I looked down at her ass, spreading her legs and sinking between her outstretched legs. I placed my hand under her pelvis and lifted her ass slightly in the air, parting her cheeks and settling in on her little asshole. I placed little kisses on her cheeks, gently alternating between licking and biting until I zeroed in on her little anal opening. I licked lightly before probing her asshole with my tongue, pushing in, little by little, with Sandy groaning much louder now.

I fucked Sandy's ass with my tongue as I rubbed her clit from the other side, working my fingers into her pussy. "Eat my pussy baby. Use your tongue on my pussy," Sandy groaned.

I raised her ass up a little more so she settled on her knees as I moved down to her slit and pushed my face into her already wet box. She smelled delicious and tasted divine as I probed her box. Sandy grounded her box against my face. I continued to gently rub her clit with my fingers as Sandy reached under herself pulling on her nipples.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna' cum. Lick me there," she directed as her fingers spread open her shaved slit. I sucked on her hard clit and bit gently as she moaned and continued to urge me on chanting, "Eat me baby, lick my little pussy..."

I was probing her ass with my thumb as I continued to run my tongue up and down her slit, pushing hard at her opening, fucking her with my tongue.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she chanted as her orgasm built and she came hard on my face, grinding her ass into my face as she bucked wildly. She eventually settled down onto the bed as I crawled up, trailing kisses up her back, moving her blonde tresses with my face as I kissed her neck and then the side of her cheek. I kissed lightly her face, her lips as she softly, returned my kiss, completely rung out from her orgasm.

We lay still on the bed with her hand rubbing my chest through my shirt. She undid a button, then two, as she slid her hand into my shirt and gently traced her fingers on my upper torso, lightly trailing the tips on my abdomen, then tracing patterns around my nipple. Sandy's fingers scratched lightly at my nipple, twisting the little nub between her finger and thumb, causing me to groan.

Sandy rose up from the bed and unsnapped my pants and lowered them, then my briefs as she crawled up and kissed my member, growing between her expert fingers. Her soft lips caressed the head of my dick which she bathed with her tongue, moving up and down on the shaft. Sandy was fantastic at giving blowjobs and she went after my cock like she was possessed and had it stiff as a brick in no time as she jacked my dick, sucking on my manhood.

"You like that baby, you like me sucking your cock?" she said in a sexy voice as I groaned my approval. "I think I have something you'll like even better. A little present I got you while I was gone." She kept licking, sucking, jacking my cock as she shifted up and kissed me lovingly on the lips.

"Close your eyes baby. Take your shirt off and get naked for me but keep your eyes closed. I have a surprise for you," she cooed.

I slipped off my shirt and settled back down on the bed as I heard her unzipping the suitcase she had brought in from the car earlier. I couldn't tell what she was doing but I did as she said and kept my eyes closed. It seemed like minutes before she finally broke the silence.

"Okay baby, you can look now. Look what I have for you," Sandy said in her sexiest, sultry voice.

I opened my eyes to see a cock hanging from Sandy's waist. The rubber pink dildo must have been eight inches long and much thicker than my own cock. A black harness held it in place as it swung out from her hips.

"You like my cock baby? You like the present I have for you," she hissed as I looked on wide eyed at the dick.

"Since you're a little cock slut now, a little dick sucker who likes a little cock in his ass, I decided to accommodate you. Why don't you get down here on your knees and show me how much you like my cock. Get on your knees bitch and suck my dick," she said in a very commanding tone.

I sunk to my knees looking at the mammoth dick that swung from her narrow hips. Sandy grabbed the back of my head and powerd it roughly to her dick. I opened my mouth and took the rubber phallus in my mouth. She fucked my face, moving more of the shaft in until I nearly gagged.

"Suck it, suck that dick cock sucker," she chanted as she moved the cock back and forth in my mouth. "Use your tongue. You like sucking Randy's cock, imagine its your little buddy. The fucker that you gave your girlfriend to. You wanted to experiment and now both of us are paying for your little indiscretion," Sandy continued.

"So from now on, when we're together, I'll be the one to do the fucking. You can lick my cunt and I'll fuck your little ass, your little pussy. Maybe I'll bring some guys home and have you watch me fuck them since you don't seem to care I'm fucking other men. You can sit there and watch, maybe jack off as they fuck my pussy and my ass."

"Then I'll have you eat their cum from my pussy. You'd like that wouldn't you, you little slut," Sandy chanted as she pushed her cock deep into my mouth, its head touching the back of my throat.

"Bend over the bed, I'm gonna fuck that ass. That's what you want isn't it?" she stated much more than questioned. "Answer me! That's what you want...my cock in your ass, your little pussy. I'm not even sure you're my boyfriend any more. I think you're my little girlfriend. My girlfriend that likes cock. Is that what you are? You my little bitch? My little slut?" Sandy pressed.

"Yes, yes I'm your slut...your bitch," I groaned as I lay across the bed.

"Spread those fucking cheeks. Pull them apart so I can get this big dick in that hole," Sandy commanded as I felt her spread lube on my asshole. She was taking her time, coating the head and shaft with lube. Then pressing the head against my hole and moving forward, easing it in.

My ass accepted it easily, already accustomed to taking a hard cock though this one was much larger than Randy's stiff prick. Sandy grabbed my hips and pushed her cock in and then withdrew it as I groaned with the assault. She moved back and forward, calling me a bitch, a little slut, a whore as she slammed her cock into my ass.

After several minutes she flipped us over with her back legs resting against the bed as I bucked up and down on her cock, my ass pressing against her crotch as she guided my hips up and down.

We both saw our image in my dresser mirror. "Look at that. Look at me fucking my little bitch. My dick buried in your hot pussy. Play with your titties. Play with your little nipples bitch," Sandy chided me as I reached up and pulled on both nipples. I twisted them in my fingers, pulling them out as she continued to fuck me.

"Reach down and play with your little clit for me. Stroke your clit," she said softly in my ear as I moved up and down on her cock. I knew she was referring to my dick and I reached down and cupped my balls. They were coated in lube from the oil which dripped down from my ass. I coated my shaft with the lube and began sliding my fingers across my own dick. My fist moving up and down as I beat my dick which throbbed in my hand.

"That's it baby. Rub your little clit and play with your little titties," she moaned in my ear, wetting it with her tongue as she gently bit my lobe, tugging at it with her teeth.

Sandy kept making references to me being her little bitch...like I was another girl but I didn't care. I was so turned on and felt I was just about to blast a huge load.

"I'm gonna' cum. I'm cumming," I moaned.

"That's right. Cum for me baby. Go ahead and cum all over your stomach," Sandy said softly as she continued to lick my neck.

She leaned us both back on the bed as I did. I launched stream after stream as she slowed her rhythm in my back door. The first blast of cum hit the bed before it settled across my chest. I'm not sure I had ever cum so hard as I began to settle onto her after I had blasted several loads on my stomach.