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Knowing his Mistress will be home soon, Tristan steps from the shower and hurriedly dries off his body and assumes his position on his knees beside her bed as she liked him to be, naked. He hadn't seen her in three days and he was in such a state of arousal at the thought of what she will do to him that night that his cock was rock hard. He hears her open the front door and drop her keys on the table. He sucks in his breath as he listens to her footsteps get closer to her bedroom. He ached to look up at her but knew he dared not to raise his eyes so all he could see was her graceful long legs encased in silk hose and black high heeled sandals.

She caresses the top of his head as she greets him "Hello my pet, I have missed you"

"Please stand before me now and let me see that beautiful body I own." he rises slowly and stands before her, keeping his eyes on her sexy small feet. She runs her deceptively delicate fingers over his chest and down to the hard cock between his legs, grasping it in her hand as she lifts his face up with her other hand. He looks into her beautiful blue eyes and sees the smile on her face as she leans into him and opens her mouth on his, kissing him hungrily and long. He loved the way her silky blonde hair fell about her lovely face smelling of magnolias so he took the opportunity to inhale the scent of her hair as she squeezes and strokes his cock expertly and he moans into her mouth. At the point he felt he could cum right there, She takes her luscious mouth away and informs him she is expecting company. She leaves him standing there aching for her and walks over to the vase of fresh yellow roses that are her favorite. smiling as she smells the fragrant flowers, She tells him how pleased she is with him and says their guest will be arriving any minute and that he needed to be once again on his knees.

Tristan says "yes Mistress Faith, as you wish Ma'am" and moves back to the pillow on the floor and gets on his hands and knees with his head down. The doorbell chimes and his Mistress leaves the room and goes to the front door. Tristan hears a strong male voice he has never heard before and his Mistress happily greeting this other man. He hears footsteps coming towards the bedroom and he waits obediently on his knees.

The man says "Ahhh so this is Tristan that I have heard so much about." He walks over to Tristan and runs his hand over the bare ass so vulnerable there on the floor and smacks the left cheek hard as Tristan gasps but says nothing. Faith introduces them saying "pet this is Master Dominic a very dear friend, please to greet him now." Tristan replies "Good evening Master Dominic, it is a pleasure to meet you Sir." Faith smiles down at her pet and tells him to get on top of the bed and to get on his hands and knees. Tristan once again gets to his feet and climbs up on the four poster bed saying "Yes Mistress" giving him a chance to observe Master Dominic as he is removing his clothing.

Tristan begins to shake in fear not knowing what will happen next as he sees how well endowed the Master is. Faith tells her pet that the Master is here to scene with us and you will address him as Master at all times said in her firm yet husky voice. "Yes Mistress I will do anything you ask of me" Tristan replied. "Look at me pet and watch me now" Faith instructs him. Tristan watches as his Mistress begins running her hands up her legs to her short leather skirt unzipping it and letting it slide to the floor, revealing her black thong panties. She then moves her hands to her blouse unbuttoning it slowly as he and Master Dominic observe her every seductive move. She opens the blouse showing her black bra and slowly removes it. Her hands go to the front clasp of her bra and unhooks it baring her beautiful full breasts with hard rosy nipples drawing a gasp of pleasure from her admiring audience. The Master flirtatiously tells her how delicious she is and to come here. Faith moves to stand in front of the Master and he grasps both her breasts viciously in his hands and kisses her hard. Tristan watches quietly from the bed as his cock grows even harder. Master Dominic takes his hands away from her luscious breasts and tears her panties from her in one try and shoves two fingers up inside her pussy making her scream. Driving them in and out of her as his mouth devours hers. They fall to the bed beside Tristan and he gasps as he sees the Master thrust his big cock deeply inside his Mistress, fucking her, making the bed shake with their lust of each other while totally ignoring Tristan. Tristan moans with frustration so wanting to stroke his cock as he jealously watches them fuck. Faith yells as she cums as Master Dominic groans loudly while he pumps her full of hot cum. They collapse in each others arms breathing heavy and they both turn and look at Tristan and smile. "You want to cum so bad, dont you pet?" She reaches out and strokes his hard cock expertly manipulating him to the point of orgasm and then stops abruptly. "Well we will see what we can do about that wont we Dom?"

"Oh yes we will Faith" Dominic replies. He gets up from the bed and Tristan is amazed to see the Master's cock is hard again. He goes over to the black leather box on the dresser and opening it he withdraws handcuffs, a small jar of body oil and a dildo. Tristan begins trembling in fear as Faith tells him to lay on his back and when he does. she moves on top of him squirming all over his cock with her dripping pussy, teasing him. Her firm breasts crushed against him. She moves off of him as Master returns to the bed and takes Tristan's wrists and snaps a cuff on them securing them above Tristan's head and moves around to grab Tristan's legs and roughly pulls his legs apart as he places a strap on each ankle and then to the posts on the bed. Leaving Tristan totally exposed and vulnerable.

"Now Tristan we will see what a good slut you are" the Master says close to Tristan's ear in a menacing voice, "Faith has given me permission to do with you as I please and I take that very seriously!" Faith laughs softly and caresses Tristan's hard cock as Dom gives her the oil. Tristan pleads with them not to hurt him as Faith pours some of the oil down his cock and he feels the oil dripping into the crack of his ass. She moves her hand up and down his cock again and again, making him writhe on the bed and then she slips her fingers to his ass and inside him gently, opening him. Master joins them on the bed with the large dildo in his hand. Tristan feels Faith's fingers slide out of his ass and the head of the dildo taking her fingers place. He moans as the dildo penetrates his tight ass. The Master inserts it slowly yet firmly till it can go no further. Tristan feels his cock wanting to explode as Faith moves on top of him again and places her nipple in his mouth telling him to suck it and he does so in a frenzy as his ass is violated by the dildo. She straightens up and pushes her wet pussy on his mouth telling him to please her. She moans as she feels Tristan's tongue dancing on her clit.

Master fucks Tristan's ass with the dildo for a few more minutes and then he says he wants to feel Tristan's mouth on his cock. Faith moans as she possessively clutches Tristan's head to her cunt. Tristan feels the dildo slipping out of his ass as Faith moves her sweet juicy pussy away from his mouth. The next thing Tristan knows is that Master's cock is in his face and he is grasping the hair on Tristan's head and he tells him he better suck his cock good and to open his mouth. Tristan had never sucked a cock before but he instinctively knew what to do as he sucked the Master deeply into his mouth. Making Master moan with his mouth, Tristan feels his Mistress straddling his hard aching cock with her pussy and she slams down onto him again and again.

Tristan's mouth is full of cock so he can't voice he is about to explode but Faith knows her pet well and she realizes how close he is and gets up off of him. Master roughly fucks his mouth and then he to pulls away leaving Tristan breathless and on the verge of exploding. The Master unstraps Tristan's legs from the posts and tells him to lie on his stomach and to do it now. Tristan obeys and he feels his legs again being attached to the posts on the bed. The Master leans down and firmly says "I am not thru with you yet slut!"

"You sucked my cock well but I want to see how you like having my cock in your tight ass!" Tristan moans as he feels the Master climb on the bed and move directly between his spread legs. Faith places her sweet pussy in front of Tristan's mouth and directs him to suck on her clit. Tristan does so willingly as he loves the taste of her. Master Dominic rubs his fingers all over Tristan's ass smearing the oil on his asshole and then takes the head of his huge cock and places it against his ass and drives it in all the way as he lays on Tristan's back and grips the comforter on the bed with both hands and viciously fucks him harder and harder, going so deeply inside of him that Tristan screams into his Mistress's pussy.

He barely hears her as she gives him permission to cum as he has been such a good slut for them. Tristan feels the Master's cock fill his ass as his own cock finally explodes all over the comforter right as his Mistress moans and cums all over his face. The Master increases his pace and he shoots his cum deeply inside Tristan's ravaged asshole. His Mistress lovingly leans down to kiss him and tell him how he has pleased her and to wait and see what is in store for him tomorrow night.

She stepped out from the shower, reaching for a towel with which to dry herself. Checking in the mirror, she saw a woman in her prime, 42 years of age, definitely in need of a gym she reflected woefully. Going through to the bedroom, she went to a cupboard and selected various items to put on. Stockings first and then a black velvet basque. Long silk opera gloves encased her scarlet talons...for now. Donning a long black skirt, slit to the thigh, a red silk shirt and 3" high heeled stiletto shoes, she walked to the door.

Today, she was to collar a new sub. He had survived her detailed scrutiny and had been accepted for formal training. She had arranged to meet him on neutral territory for this first encounter alone. Later, once she assessed his full potential, he would be caged in her dungeon until she had need of him.

Parking the car in the parking space outside the brasserie in town, Madame Katya took a last look in the mirror before climbing out and locking the door. He was there already, obviously anxious to make a good impression, she thought as she went in.

Nervous, he jumped up as she strode towards him. "H-hello" he stammered. She frowned. "Sit"

He sat.

"My name is Madame Katya. You either greet me as Madame or Ma'am. It is of no importance to me. What is important however is that you use some form of respectful title when speaking to me. Is that clear?"

Crimsoning, he seemed to shrink in the chair. "Y-yes Madame" he said, furious with himself for making a mistake so early. "Good" She smiled at him. "Just relax. We are here to discuss your training. I want a well mannered and well trained sub and you seem," she paused for effect, "to be the right person for the position." He smiled a little at that and sat up higher in the chair.

A waiter hovered at their table, not sure if they wanted to order, so Katya raised an eyebrow at her prospective sub and asked "Do you drink, boy?"

"Soft drinks only Madame, thank you. I find it easier to concentrate that way."

"Two mineral water with lemon if you please" she commanded of the waiter, who rushed off to do her bidding. "Now boy, I take it you have arrived as per my instructions?" Katya looked directly into his eyes, almost hypnotic in her manner as she waited for his answer, "yes Madame. I am naked except for these outer clothes and I am cock-tied with a single length of cord left available above my trousers for you to use as a leash." Blushing bright red, his answer was almost whispered as he checked around to see if anyone was within earshot. "Good. I shall inspect it before we go. I want to make sure it is properly secure." Katya looked up as the waiter, panting slightly, returned and poured their drinks. Laying a note on his tray, she waved his thanks away as one might swat a fly. Silence descended as they sipped their drinks, she totally at ease, he glancing around nervously as if to see if anyone could view through their everyday stance to the exciting and intensely erotic enactment underneath.

Some time later, having made several pertinent enquiries about experience and limits, Katya rose. "Come" she said and led the way through to the toilets at the back of the brasserie. He followed her eagerly, wanting to start the next stage of his journey. The back of the brasserie was just like any other public gathering place. The toilets divided into male and female on either side of a dank unwelcoming corridor. Pushing him through the door marked 'Ladies' she demanded that he drop his trousers for her inspection to take place.

Leading him back through the packed brasserie, Katya tugged on the leash, hard. Emitting a low groan, the boy rushed closer to his captor, sweat standing out on his forehead. People looking up from their drinks caught sight of a very red-faced young man being pulled along by a woman who looked as if she had hold of his belt-strap. Shrugging their shoulders at the strange ways of the human race, they resumed their conversations.

"There now that wasn't so bad was it?" Katya smirked at the obvious humiliation in the boy's face as they left the building. "You wanted to be mine to do with as I chose; now you learn." Opening the passenger door, Katya pointed inside the car "Get in, my little slut." The boy quickly got in, thankful to be out of the public eye once more.

Once inside the car herself, Katya reached across and swiftly undid the boy's trousers. She slid them down under his buttocks and let them drop to his ankles in the foot well of the car. He looked across at her in astonishment. His cock stood hard and proud, covered from base to rim by the cord, with his balls separated beneath. More sweat appeared on his brow as he realised he was to stay like this for the drive to wherever his new Mistress took him.

Katya reached for the leash she had used earlier and quickly tied it tight around the gear stick. The boy's cock now pointed like an oversized finger towards the gear stick, taut and twitching slightly. Katya just smiled and started the car. Pulling away from the kerb, Katya knew that every time she changed gear, it would be either torment or pleasure for her boy, depending on whether it was further or nearer to his body. She had his undivided attention the rest of the way home...

Ordinarily, I did not need any particular instructions when I arrived at Mistress' house. I entered her front door, stripped to my panties or nude (if I had been on panty restrictions), and knelt to await her. Usually she showed up almost straight away, though once she had had me wait there for fifteen minutes while she finished what she was doing. That was her right – I was there for her pleasure, not vice versa. There was heaps of pleasure for me, of course, but my pleasure was incidental – her pleasure was the main game.

Today, though, was different. I opened the door and she was standing there waiting for me, not dressed in Mistress mode but still looking sexy. Her black skirt was not quite to her knees, her feet were bare, and she had on a tight top which didn't quite make it to her waist, giving a teasing flash of the skin of her midriff. "Don't undress," she said. "Come with me."

Her tone wasn't aggressive or domineering. Amused, more than anything else. I soon found out why.

I followed her upstairs into her living room and found her best friend Katrina sitting on the couch. I had met Katrina a few times, but only in vanilla mode. I had always had a bit of a thing for her – I didn't like her exactly, but I did want to fuck her. She was no longer the babe she had once been, though. Decidedly chubby now. Still pretty in the face, but honestly not that hot.

"Would you like a drink, Katrina?" Mistress asked. Her friend nodded, and Mistress looked at me pointedly. I smiled and left to the kitchen, pouring them each a glass of wine then returning to the living room. Katrina looked at Mistress and laughed. "You've got him well trained."

Mistress giggled softly. "You don't know the half of it." She turned her focus to me. "Slave! Come here and kneel!"

My eyebrows shot up. I had assumed that since her friend was there, we wouldn't be playing – that I would serve domestically then go home without getting any pleasure. We had certainly not done this in front of others before. I was nervous as hell, but what choice did I have? None that I could see. I took a deep breath, crossed the room and knelt before my Mistress. "Tell Katrina what our relationship is, slave."

I looked up at her, my face blushing red. "I am a slave, Katrina. Mistress owns my body. She owns my cock. She controls me completely."

Katrina's mouth hung wide open. "This is too weird. So he'll do, like, anything you say?"

Mistress smiled. "Anything. Want a demonstration?"

Katrina nodded enthusiastically. Mistress fixed me with a stern eye. "Stand, and strip to your panties."

I stood, my face bright red, and removed my shirt, then bent to unlace my shoes and remove them, and my socks. So far I had avoided direct eye contact with either Mistress or Katrina. Mistress knew what I was up to, of course. "Remove your pants slowly, slave, and look at Katrina's face while you do."

Reluctantly, I looked into her eyes. She exploded in a wave of giggles, which only added to my humiliation. I undid my belt and fly, and slowly eased my jeans over my hips and down. Her giggles became loud, outright laughter when she saw my blue lacy panties, my cock straining inside them. "Fuck, he really is wearing panties. Lacy girls panties. What a complete sissy!"

Mistress laughed, knowing just how much the humiliation was turning me on, at the same time as I hated it. "It gets better," she told Katrina. "His cock is my property, right?"

"So it seems!"

"Well, because I am careful with my possessions, I have labeled this one. Slip down your panties, sub toy, and show Katrina your label."

The label was a new innovation, one I was not yet entirely used to, and one which had a deep, strong psychological impact. I took another deep breath, and slipped off my panties, revealing my semi-hard cock, getting harder by the moment. In large letters, facing me, running from tip to root, were the letters AMANDA, in thick black permanent marker pen. I had been labeled for a week, and refreshed my label every morning and evening. Every time I saw my cock, I was reminded that it wasn't in fact mine any more – it belongs to Mistress now.

Katrina breathed softly. "That is the hottest fucking thing I ever saw."

Mistress wasn't done with me yet. "What does that label say, sub toy?"

"It says Amanda, Mistress."

"And why does it say that?"

"Because you own it, Ma'am." Katrina wasn't laughing any more. She was looking intently, speculating. She suddenly realized this was not just some kinky game – that her best friend really did own my cock.

Mistress was apparently happy with my obedience. She allowed me to kneel back in front of her, and she crossed her legs, giving me the briefest flashing look at her sweet, shaved pussy. It was all I'd get to see of her pussy that day. Her sexy, red-painted toes hovered before me. "You want to kiss my toes, don't you sub-toy?"

"God yes, Mistress." I was aware of Katrina's scrutiny, but so close to Mistress' toes I just didn't care.

She wriggled her toes slightly. "You may kiss my big toe, just once."

It was not what I wanted, of course, but what I wanted was entirely beside the point. I leaned in close, reverentially inhaling the aroma of her feet, then laid down a soft, wet, lingering kiss right on her big toe. The taste of her toe, and the slightly acrid taste of her nailpolish, filled my mouth. I desperately wanted more, but pulled away just before kissing crossed the line and became sucking. Mistress' eyelids had drooped as she enjoyed my kiss. She opened her eyes now and softly breathed a single word – "Worship."

I leaned back in and began sucking each of her toes individually, then ran my tongue up the sole of her foot. Her foot wasn't dirty, but she had been walking around barefoot in the house. It wasn't pristine. I didn't care, her foot tasted great. She gave a soft, aroused moan, enjoying the sight of her sub-toy worshipping her feet, and enjoying the feel of my tongue on her.

Katrina moaned softly too, just watching. I'd almost forgotten she was there, and so apparently had Mistress. She looked over at her friend. "Isn't he a good boy?"

"Hell yes. This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen."

"Want to try him?" My eyebrows shot up in amazement, but I continued to worship Mistress' feet. Begin watched by someone else was one thing, but actually participating? Mistress noticed my concern. "Don't worry, slave-toy. Your cock still belongs to me and me alone. But Miss Katrina needs her toes worshipped. Now."

I didn't stop to think. If I'd thought about it, I'd never have gone through with it. I scampered over in front of her friend, who had both feet on the ground. I knelt low, and planted a soft kiss on each of her feet. She wriggled her toes, clearly ticklish, and I paused. "Stand," came Mistress' voice.

I stood, as she asked "Are you turned on, sex-toy?"

My cock, standing out hard, spoke for itself but I answered, "Very much Maam."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Oh yes Mistress!"

"Begin playing with my cock then, but slowly."

The exhibitionist in me began to kick in. I had been naked before two fully dressed women for some time now. It was intensely erotic. I began jacking off my cock slowly, enjoying myself, backing off when I was too close to cumming, then speeding up to get myself back to the edge.

"When will he cum?" asked Katrina.

"When, and if, I say." Mistress replied. "If I decide he doesn't cum tonight, then he goes home frustrated. Would you like to see him cum?"

"Definitely!" Katrina was enthusiastic, and I could have kissed her out of gratitude.

Mistress had me stand on a towel, and project my hips out to give her and Miss Katrina the best possible view. I continued to masturbate, holding myself close to the edge, moaning and thrusting my hips. It took all my control not to cum. When I was almost bursting, I began begging. "Please, Mistress? May I make your cock cum? Please?"

She looked at Katrina, winked, then gave me permission. "Cum, sub-toy. Cum now."

I groaned and thrust, my legs turning to rubber, as an orgasm hit me hard and cum spurted from Mistress' cock. Another spurt, and another. Cum landed in small pools on the towel. I kept rubbing, milking every last bit of pleasure from the orgasm – I never knew when my next one would be.

"He made a mess, didn't he?" Mistress asked.

"He sure did!" came the reply.

"Watch how he cleans it up."

Mistress just looked at me and pointed to the floor. I knelt, and began licking up the cum which had already begun soaking into the towel. As usual, I didn't like the taste much but I loved the nasty reality of being made to eat it. Afterwards, I remained kneeling as Mistress walked to me, wiping a stray drop of cum from my cheek and feeding it to me. "Good boy," she said. "Put your panties on now. You may go."

Suddenly embarrassed, I pulled on my panties and my clothing, and bolted for the door. As I closed it behind me, I heard gales of laughter from the two women. Laughing at me. I was dying of embarrassment ... but getting hard again already.

She stood with her arms cuffed above her. They had been attached to a chain, which had hung from a hook in the ceiling. Her legs were cuffed and spread apart by a spreader bar. Her mouth was held captive by a penis mouth gag. A hood had been placed over her hair, but the blindfold was not yet in place.

She struggled slightly against the bonds that held her in place, knowing they probably would not yield. She whimpered against the gag, wondering what to expect, all the while feeling herself growing wet from desire from her helpless and vulnerable position.

She heard a soft feminine laugh from behind her and waited as she heard heels tap towards her. She felt fingernails gently trail down the skin exposed by the corset that she was wearing. She shivered as tendrils of pleasure snaked down her body.

Her mistress stepped around to the front of her. She was wearing a red latex catsuit and 6 inch red platform heels. Abby moaned softly at the sight of her mistress dressed in latex. Mistress Angela held a vibrator in her hands.

"Abby, you know you've been a bad girl." Abby shook her head in protest and tried to speak against the gag. Mistress Angela held up her hand. "You know better than to lie to me. You were told to give those pictures to your master and you were greedy and selfish and didn't share them with him."

Abby sagged in defeat knowing that what her mistress had said was true. She hadn't shared them. She wanted to see his reaction to them, knowing he would enjoy them. She nodded her head acknowledging that her mistress was right. Mistress Angela shook her head, displeased at Abby's defiance. "well, now I am going to punish you for your disobedience Abby." She put down the vibrator and picked up the blindfold. She placed the blindfold over Abby's eyes and secured it behind her head. Abby felt herself growing wet in anticipation of what her mistress would do to her.

She heard her mistress walk around her. She shivered, waiting anxiously. She felt the sting from the first slapped and grunted in surprise, "MMMPH!!"

"Abby. I want you to bear your punishment in silence. You didn't do as you were told. Now nod if you understand me." Abby nodded and a tear streaked down her face.

Her mistress slapped her across her butt again and Abby had to fight the urge to cry out. Mistress Angela repeated this 13 more times and Abby struggled harder to contain her cries as the stinging grew more intense. After the last spank, her mistress gently rubbed Abby's behind. "Such a lovely shade of red, it almost matches my outfit."

Abby allowed herself to relax, wondering what Mistress Angela was going to spank her more. She heard the tapping of the heels, then felt her fingertips stroking her nipples. Abby felt them grow hard and eager, straining to meet Mistress Angela's touch. She felt the cold touch of metal as Mistress Angela attached nipple clamps to her extended nipples. She held in her whimper and tried to bear the feelings of pleasure and pain in silence.

"I love putting jewelry on you Abby." Abby blushed at her Mistress's words. She hadn't thought she would enjoy a woman's touch, but she had come to enjoy these sessions with her mistress when her master wasn't available. Sometimes, she enjoyed the threesomes that her master created for her. Tying her down and bother her master and mistress using her.

Mistress Angela gently began to run her fingers over Abby's body. Abby moaned in pleasure and tried to arch into her mistress's touch. "Do you like that Abby? I am so glad we were able to train you to enjoy my touch as well as your master's"

Abby's mistress slipped her hand down to Abby's willing pussy and gently began to stroke the outside of Abby's lips. Abby whimpered in pleasure and strained against her bonds. "MMMMMMMMMM" She didn't see the smile which reached Mistress Angela's face at her reaction. Her mistress slipped two fingers into Abby's warm and wet pussy, and gently began to thrust in and out. Abby rocked against Mistress Angela's thrusting, enjoying the feel of them in her. "Now remember Abby, don't come until I give you permission to cum. You must be a good girl and hold back your orgasm until I am ready for you to cum for me."

Abby nodded, already struggling to hold back her orgasm as she felt the pressure building from the pleasure of her mistress's ministrations. Mistress Angela continued to thrust in and out. Abby whimpered and strained towards every thrust of her mistress's fingers. Mistress Angela looked up and met the eyes of Abby's Master. She raised one eyebrow in question and Master P gave a silent nod, pleased at his submissive's reaction to another woman's touch.

"Okay Abby. You may come now." Abby grunted and whimpered and met each thrust of Mistress Angela's fingers. She finally released and let out a long low moan against the gag as the pleasure washed over her. She slumped against the bonds holding her captive. She felt Mistress Angela slowly withdraw her fingers and Abby whimpered in disappointment. She heard her mistress walk away as Abby tried to regain herself. She then felt her arms being released and the strong arms of her master holding her up as he freed her legs. Abby heard his gentle voice say, "You've been a very good girl Abby, taking your punishment so stoically. I'm going to take you to get some rest, and then I will reward you later." He picked her up and gently removed her blindfold and gag and carried her from the room.

Mistress Angela sat back in her chair with a smile as she watched Master P carry his wife and submissive from the room. She was glad to know that she could elicit such a reaction from the submissive. Abby had been shy about her desires in the very beginning, when she had first started this play to please her master. Mistress Angela sat back in her chair and closed her eyes and thought about what the next session with Abby might bring.

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Perhaps it is because she is so tiny (4' 10", 90 pounds), or perhaps it is because my cock is so big (8 thick inches), but my ladyfriend Carol loves nothing more than to control my erections as well as my orgasms. She decides when, where, why,and how much we will be sexually involved. And ,strange to say, I've come to love this control .. Carol is a fine looking woman with red hair half way down her back and flashing green eyes. her petite figure ,though mature now ( she is 38), is breathtaking, with firm little a-cup tits,and full hips. She keeps her pubic area clean shaven and her puffy pussy lips are huge for such a little gal.

A typical sex session will begin with her entrance into the living room where i might be watching T.V.Without a word or a glance she will present herself to my eyes wearingsomething skimpy and semi-transperant. She always leaves the vital areas covered peaking my interest. Carol will then sit down across the way from me and begin a slow, steady series of informal poses each designed to reveal,yet still conceal, her sexuality. Finally, when I can stand it no longer, I will slowly walk over and sit next to her. We begin to kiss.No words pass between us as we gently brush our lips together and slide our tounges inside eachothers mouth. Instictively I reach for her breasts only to have her firmly grasp my hand and remove it very swiftly. A moan of desire and frustration escapes my lips, but not for the last time. Carol then takes her tiny ,delicate hand and begins an exploration of my crotch area, through my jeans, until she finds what she is looking for: my erect dick straining against the pant's material. At full erection my cock will be pressed against my thigh, its outline clearly visible. Carol will feel its form ,cooing and praising its shape and size, telling me how much she wants to fuck it and make it come.

But not quite yet. She continues to kiss my face and neck ,her hands never leaving my entrapped,straining cock except to, bit by bit ,remove her own clothing. Soon she is totally nude. Her small sexy body will then climb into my lap ,and arms around my neck, legs on each side of mine, she will begin a slow dance staring fiercely into my eyes, her red hair wildly flowing over her back and chest. In this posistion she is completely exposed to me, each and every aspect of her glorious little body available to my gaze. Her bare pussy is obviously very excited,wet and open. After several minutes of this dance she removes herself from my lap and still staring into my eyes orders me to strip. Needless to say, it takes me about two seconds to do this, my cock springing into view fully erect, red and wanting. I stand before her knowing from past experience not to make any moves as she is in control. She walks around me sizing me up,so to speak. A touch here and there-but never my cock-and an occasional comment is all i get from her. She loves my muscular chest and thighs -i work out a lot just to hear her praises-and her hands trace their form, pinching and running her fingernails over and around.

Again I moan in frustrated ecstasy. She stops in front of me and blatantly watches as my now dripping penis stands at full attention. Placeing her hand upon the head she pulls it forward, wickedly twisting it before releasing it with a snap againsy my belly. She gives a small laugh as i yelp in agony. "Follow me",are the only words she says as she walks toward the bedroom. I follow watching her ass and outrageously thick thighs sway before me (She works out with the Stepmaster every day and her thighs are the most muscular part of her body; it also makes her pussy incedibly tight!). Once in the bedroom she reclines on the bed and tells me to sit in a chair nearby. She then instructs me that I'm not allowed to touch my cock or balls(although the rest of my body is permissible) and certainly may not orgasm unless and until she gives the O.K. A whimper of defeat tumbles from my lips. Again she laughs ,obviously relishing her power and control. Her beautiful naked body rolls and twists and poses upon the bed giving me erotic views of her tiny form. She begins to play with herself pulling at her erect nipples until they stand out distinctly from her sweet little tits. My cock is still quite hard, all 8 inches in plain sight. After many minutes she stops her teasing movements and comes off the bed and kneels in front of me. Very gently she takes my cock in her hand ,and then reminding me again not to come, she places about half of my erection into her hot mouth. My brain explodes from the pleasure. I begins to softly cry and moan,calling out her name over and over.

With a wicked intensity she sucks and licks and bites my cock.I want to orgasm so badly but know that if i do she will punish me by withdrawing future favors. Soon she stops ,returning to the bed. She reaches into a table drawer retrieving a slim, small ,phallic-shaped vibrator. It is the exact opposite of my own cock, being only maybe 4 inches long. But its power is mighty as revealed when she turns it on. The mechanical noise fills the room and makes my head spin. Then for the next hour or so my sweet lover brings herself to orgasm over and over right before my eyes. I plead and beg her to allow me to join her, and display my swollen cock trying to tempt her...but,no. After her last orgasm,exhausted ,she beckons me to her side. I cuddle close to her hot,damp body. It is soft and feminine. I kiss her neck and face and shoulders. She takes her left hand and strokes my hair. Her right hand grasps my penis, squeezing it until more precome oozes out making it slick. She fondles it for a few minutes as i moan into her chest. Then she stops and releases my cock, kissing my forehead as she turns out the light. It is then I feel the full force of her control as she tells me to go to sleep . My mind and body are hers in sweet torment.

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I am married to a wonderful man and we have a great sex life. . I learned early in our marriage that my husband is both kinky and submissive. I loved being dominant in bed and making him do all kinds of kinky adventures. I never realized just how submissive and kinky Michael really was until this month.

Over the years of marriage, we loved experimenting with sex. We are both very open- minded and have tried many different kinks. We have evolved sexually to the point where Michael wears women's panties regularly, and is very submissive to me.

Michael loves oral sex, both giving and receiving. I keep myself shaved and he loves nothing better than to lick and suck my bald pussy. He adores my mouth on his hard cock. Let me tell you how Michael has progressed sexually and how I helped him to finally suck another man's hard cock.

Over the years, I realized that my husband loved being dominated by me and loved being made to do kinkier and kinkier things. It started with me playing with his ass while sucking him off and led me to buy a strap-on dildo and fuck his ass. Today, he loves being bent over and fucked in the ass by me. I love fucking my husband's ass, especially when he's wearing women's panties..

Within the last year, I came upon a new kink that really turned on my husband and me during sex. Michael loves being forced to eat his own cum. It makes my pussy very wet watching my husband get hard as he licks up and swallows his own just spurted hot sperm. We have been very creative coming up with different ways to make him eat his cum. It started with creampies. I would tie up my husband to the bed, ride his cock until his shot his load into my shaved pussy and then I would crawl up and plant my wet, dripping freshly fucked pussy, full of cum on my husband's hungry mouth. His cock would get hard again as he sucked his cum from my pussy. It has progressed to the point that every orgasm my husband has ends with him eating it. We love having him cum into a glass and drinking it. I have numerous pictures of him cumming in a glass and then drinking it. Another favorite is cumming on my big tits and licking it up. Michael loves being taunted about cum eating, so I usually tease him while working his load from his cock.

As I work my tongue in his sensitive bottom, I tell him, "Are you hungry tonight, honey? You know when you cum, I'm going to catch it and make you eat it and swallow it!" I can feel my husband quiver with lust as I tease him both verbally and with my tongue flicking in his ass. I plunge my tongue deep and hear Michael moan. I stroke again his twitching cock from behind. "Do you want it, baby...? Do you want to taste your cum?" I tease. "Oh please, Kim, please..." he begs. "Please what, honey, what do want? You need to beg me...if you want it...beg me, honey to feed you!" I taunt. This is what I love...my husband so submissive, so compliant to my demands.

"Please, baby, make me cum....I need it..MMMMMMMM...!" he moans as I continue to tongue fuck his ass and stroke his hard cock. "Please what... tell me....what are you going to do...if I let you cum... what are you going to do for me? I want to hear you, Michael, beg me to feed it to you!"

"Please, honey, please feed me.... Feed me my cum... make me eat it, OH! I want it so bad, make me eat my cum.... Please Kim make me swallow my own thick cum!" my husband begs. When he cums I catch it all in a wine glass and then I pour into his open mouth and tell him to swallow it all.

For months, Michael has been eating his own cum and we've both been getting off` on it. About 3 weeks ago, we had rented a female domination video from our local video store. We occasionally did this and usually ended up getting off on the kinky videos. Almost always, we get new ideas of domination for me. These videos involve women dominating men and usually it involved men getting fucked by women with strap-ons, men getting spanked, and men eating their own cum. As you can imagine, we have fun watching and getting ideas and experimenting. This movie we watched involved a dominatrix dominating a man. She dressed the man as a woman, putting on make-up and then using strap-on on him. Michael and I both got off watching this, but many videos we had rented involved this type of action. What was unique about this video was toward the end, the dominatrix tied her man up, and had another man come into the scene. As Michael and I watched, she had her submissive male suck off the other man and then take his cock up his ass. To say that Michael was turned on would be an understatement. His cock was hard and dripping. It was then that I started thinking that maybe my husband was kinkier than I realized. Maybe my husband was bisexual. Just the thought of it made my pussy quiver. I started thinking I would really like to see Michael with another man. My thoughts were confirmed later that night. After we had both gone to bed that night, I awoke to find Michael not in bed. I heard noises downstairs. When I came quietly down the stairs into our basement, their was my husband lying across our leather couch, masturbating watching the section of the video showing the sub male sucking another man off. As I watched and my pussy dripped, my husband stroked off and came watching the cocksucking. He moaned and seemed to really enjoy watching as the submissive male, looked up into the other man's face as he licked and sucked his cock. My pussy dripped with lust as I realized how sexy it was to see a man submit sexually to another man.

How sexy to watch a cuffed, kneeling man being forced to suck another man's cock; the dominatrix was holding her sub male's head and taunting him as he sucked cock for the first time. It was then that I realized that I wanted to see my husband suck cock. I was turned on by it and I wanted to see it. That night, I decided that I would help my husband become a cocksucker.

That weekend I decided to train my husband to be an expert cocksucker.. After a lovely dinner out, I had my husband kneeling in front of me wearing nothing but his little panties. I was wearing a nothing but my strap on. "Go on, touch it, you little slut, touch my cock, I know you want it." I taunted. Michael reached up and stroked my strap on..

I thrusted my hips forward and grabbed his head and rubbed my strap on against Michael's face. "What do you want, honey, do you want my cock?" I taunt. "OH, yes, Kim, I want it!" Michael announces. I slap the latex cock against my husband's face and lips and say, "If you want this cock, you need to beg for it, you want to be my cocksucker don't you, honey, tell me!" Michael moans and says, "Please, Kim, please let me suck your beautiful cock, feed it to me mistress!" That caused my pussy to twitch hearing my husband beg to suck my cock and calling me mistress. "Are you going to suck it for me, like a little faggot? Are you going to be my cocksucker? Do you want to be a cocksucker for me, Michael?" I taunt. "Yes, I want to be your cocksucker, Kim, make me suck your cock!" Michael responds.

I grabbed my husband's head forced my latex cock into his mouth. I held his head and slowly fucked his face. As I watched my husband slide his lips on my strap on cock, my pussy twitched in lust. "You know, Michael, when a cocksucker sucks a cock, he should always swallow the load of cum. Are you going to swallow my cum, cocksucker?" I taunted. "MMMMMMMM..." Michael moaned. "Tell me, honey, are you a good cocksuker? Are you going to eat my load?" I asked again.

Michael reluctantly pulled his mouth off my cock to answer. "Yes, mistress, I want to suck you off, AND I want to swallow your cum, give it to me, baby, make me your cocksucker, make me a slut!" he begged. I grabbed his head again and assaulted his mouth again. I spent the next 20 minutes face fucking my husband, calling him names like "cocksucker", "slut", "faggot", and "homo". He obviously was enjoying my cock and sucked it hungrily. I orgasmed at least twice as he sucked it. When I was sure he was really getting off sucking the strap-on, I decided it was time to feed him his cum. "Are you ready, cocksucker? I'm going to fill your mouth with my load! Get ready to swallow it all, faggot!" Michael continued sucking and slurping. "Stroke your cock, honey, while you suck my cock!" Michael stroked his cock and quickly was close to orgasm as I plunged in and out of his sucking mouth. I then handed him his empty wine glass and told him to fill it up. He quickly stroked off into the wine glass – shooting a large load of cum into the glass. He then handed the cum filled glass to me. I then pulled my cock from his mouth until just my strap on cockhead remained in his lips. Ib began pouring the glass of cum onto my strap on letting the thick sperm ooze down the latex shaft until it met my husband's lips. I kept holding his head and demanded, "Swallow it bitch! Don't you dare miss a drop! Eat it! Cocksucker, swallow it all When he had swallowed most of it, I pulled the dildo from his sucking lips. I then made him lick my cock clean and lick the glass clean. Over the next week, I taught Michael the finer points of cocksucking and swallowing cum using my strap-on.

I couldn't wait to see Michael being submissive to another man and sucking his cock and drinking another man's semen. After continuing to practice cocksucking and assfucking with my husband, Michael finally admitted what I had known from that evening with the DVD. Michael admitted he was really getting off fantasizing about cocksucking.

I knew it all along. But, when I asked him specifically if he would like to find another man to suck his cock, he hesitated. It was then that I realized that although my husband was truly bisexual, he was also submissive to me. Michael wanted me to set it up and make him cocksucker – just like in those DVD's we loved. I then began using the internet to find a man to feed my husband his cock. Within a couple of weeks, I had found 2 very promising prospects. We began sending pictures back and forth. I sent photos of Michael wearing panties and eating his own cum. I also sent photos of Michael sucking my strap-on. Both men were in their 30's, handsome, in great shape and dominant. They eagerly agreed that I would be in charge, but Michael would definitely be submissive to them. I told them both that my goal was to allow my bi-curious husband a chance to try cocksucking and then assfucking. I also explained that my husband was most turned on by sucking cock and eating cum. I finally decided to invite Bruce over because he had the largest cock. Bruce was to stop by this coming Friday night. He was to arrive exactly at 9 pm. Bruce had washboard abs, and a great looking 9 inch cock. I knew my bisexual husband was about to realize his dream of a mouthful of cock. My plan was to handcuff Michael and taunt him Friday evening with my strap-on while having him dressed up as a little slut. The night started as all our scenes do, I had Michael in his fishnet stockings, black satin panties, and completely hairless. Tonight, as I dolled up Michael, I promised him a surprise, so I added lipstick I had Michael lying on his back, hands tied over his head with me straddling his chest and slowly feeding him my strap-on.

When I hear the doorbell ring, Bruce is right on time. I re-position Michael to be kneeling on the floor next to our bed with his hands cuffed behind his back. I let Bruce in and after sharing a glass of wine, I tell Bruce to wait just outside the bedroom door. I return to my kneeling husband. I continue to feed him my strap on cock, taunting him about cocksucking. Working him up so he'll be very ready and eager for it. "You want a real cock, don't you cocksucker! Tell me!" Michael pulls his wet mouth off the strap on. "Yes, please Kim!" he responds. "Yes please, what?" I demand. "Tell me, Michael, what do you want? What would you do if a real man wanted you to suck his very real hard cock? Would you suck it?" I taunt.

"YESSSS!" he responds almost begging. "What about his cum, if you suck a cock, you'll have to eat his cum?" "Please, Kim... that's what I want!" Michael pleads.

I am stroking Michael's hair as he kneels between my legs, my strap on cock still wet with his saliva, inches from his lips. There is a knock on our bedroom door jam – the door is open. We both look up and see Bruce who is standing there with a wide grin on his face. I return his smile and say, "Come on in, Bruce!" Bruce's muscular frame fills the doorway. "Surprise!" I say. Michael's face is flushed with embarrassment. "Well, hello, Bruce, welcome to our home!" I say. Michael is kneeling, embarrassed, and nervous. "Michael, this is Bruce, Bruce, this is my husband Michael." I continue. My husband looks up at the beautiful stranger. "Um, hi." He says. Bruce comes over to me and give me a hug. He then looks down at my husband and says, "Hi sexy, you look very nice."



"Michael, you know why Bruce is here, don't you?" I ask. "Yes." he responds. "Honey, please tell Bruce and me what you want tonight!" I demand. "I want...I want you to make me...a ...cocksucker!" he stammers. "That's right, honey, and if Bruce let's you suck his cock, what must you do?" I taunt. Michael's cock is still rock hard and throbbing in his panties. "I must...swallow, I will swallow his cum load." He answers. "Oh, Michael, that's is so sexy and sweet! Bruce, would you allow us the privilege of making my husband a cocksucker?" I request. "I would love to!" Bruce responds.

Then as I step back and begin removing my strap on, Bruce begins undressing in front of my kneeling husband. I realize we are about to realize our deepest fantasy of turning my husband into a cocksucking faggot. My pussy drips thinking about it. Then, I almost orgasm, as Bruce strips down to his last piece of clothing. The muscular Bruce, completely clean shaven from head to toe, is standing in front of my submissive husband in nothing but a pair of sexy, French cut, black, satin women's panties. His massive cock is not even erect and it fills the front of the panties to overflowing. As Bruce stands in front of my kneeling husband, I hear Michael let out a long deep breath and moan. I can tell he is very ready to suck his first cock. I watch as Michael is staring at Bruce's bulge in his panties. He licks his lips. "Go on, honey, reach out and stroke him, stroke him through his silky panties!" I practically moan. My pussy begins quivering as I watch my husband reach out and touch another man for the first time. His hands almost look small compared to Bruce's massive tool. Michael begins stroking up and down Bruce's mighty satin covered shaft. "UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!" Bruce moans. "Oh, Michael, that feels so good!" Bruce moans. "Pull it out, baby, and start licking and kissing it!" I beg. I stare intently as Michael then pulls Bruce's 9 inches of semi-erect cock from his panties. I feel myself go over the edge in orgasm as I watch Michael's tongue flick out and begin licking the cockhead of another man. Michael needs no more encouragement. He is in his own world as he fulfills his fantasy of cocksucking. He is kissing and licking and swirling his tongue on Bruce's now very erect cock like a pornstar. Bruce then takes control and grabs Michael by the back of the head and as I watch in lust, pushes his massive cock into Michael's eager mouth. Michael is now kneeling beside our bed, Bruce's massive hard on is half way plugged into my husband's sucking lips. I hear Michael moan around the thickly veined shaft sliding between his lips. "Suck it, cocksucker, this is what you've always wanted, isn't it, you little cocksucking slut, suck your boyfriend's big cock for me, baby, eat it up!" I taunt.

Michael is sucking, and swirling his tongue on Bruce's cock and slowly bobbing his head back and forth. I am twisting my erect nipples and rubbing my soaking pussy. I want so badly to watch Bruce fill my husband's mouth with his seed. Our bedroom is filled with wet sounds of sucking, slurping as men moaning as my husband sucks his first cock. After watching Michael suck cock for 15 minutes, Bruce is ready to explode.







"Are you ready, cocksucker? I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" Bruce announces. Michael stays focused on sucking and flicking his tongue on the big tool in his mouth. Bruce is holding Michael's head and then..."UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!" he begins cumming in my husband's sucking mouth. "OH GOD!!!! I moan as I watch another man unload into my husband's mouth. Bruce is cumming directly into the back of Michael's mouth. I watch as my husband begins swallowing rapidly as his cheeks draw in - sucking hard on the spurting cock. Then Bruce grips the base of his cock and pulls out of Michael's still sucking lips and begins drooling the last of his load onto my husband's lips and chin. My husband's mouth is completely coated in another man's thick, gooey sperm. I orgasm again as I watch my husband lick his lips clean. Once his lips are free of sperm, Bruce pushes his still erect cock back into Michael's mouth and tells him to lick it clean.

Later that evening, I watched as Bruce pushed his hard cock into my husband's ass. Bruce savagely fucked Michael's ass as my husband begged for it. The night of gay sex ended for my husband as Bruce pulled out Michael's ass and cum in his mouth again.

My husband and I went to bed that night exhausted and satisfied. Michael had 2 loads of another man's sperm in his belly and a new appetite for more.

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