Freaks 4 Fetish

revenge

Here’s a little story I want to share about a past t&d experience I had with a guy named Charlie, Let me start off by telling you a little about Charlie, This guy was the typical kind of guy that would go out on dates with lots of women but only had one thing in mind, you all know what I’m talking about, I don’t think he ever bothered to even call one of those girls back after he got what he wanted from them. but he sure love to talk about his adventures, He would call me at least twice a week telling me about who and what he did, and I would just giggle and laugh about the way he thought he was the greatest sex blah blah and etc. But I have to tell you that this stuff gets rather annoying after awhile it got to the point where I would do anything to get off the phone or try avoiding him just because this was all he would talk about.

So to get to the point Charlie calls me up again with another one of his I was so great and she should be so grateful bs bs. So I’m thinking to myself you know someone really needs to teach this asshole a lesson and I’m just the bitch to do it, So I gave it some thought and came up with a plan, see I knew where Charlie worked and I knew his secretary Diane, well she also knew what a pig he was so it wasn’t to hard convincing her to go along with my plan, witch was she was going to tell Charlie how she had a girlfriend who saw him when she picked Diane up from work and was wondering if he was available for dinner and a little fun, of course Charlie took the bait but little did he know her girlfriend was me lol.

Well Diane set things ups for us to go out on this date of sorts and it was planned for Friday night at 7, I bought this wig that I knew would disguise me perfectly and since I was a make up artist by trade it was a piece of cake making myself look like someone he never met before, Well we went out to dinner I listened to his usual spiel about how great his job was and how much money he makes and all that crap, so then after dinner Charlie says you wanna get a few drinks and I said well sure why not lets go to your place and maybe watch a movie, He naturally loved the idea I think his exact words I didn’t want to come off to strong but you just read my mind, he had no idea what was on my mind.

SO we get to his apartment and we had a couple drinks and he threw in some stupid film that wasn’t worth owning, anyway I started getting comfortable trying to get things started for what I had intended to do him, So I started with you know it’s been so long since I’ve been with a guy crap and he ate it up, telling me how many months its been for him come on now Charle months lol I said to myself lol so I started in with the your a very strong and handsome man spiel and he popped right out with you babe I’ve been known to give women multiple orgasms, I did my best not to break out laughing and said to him really I’ve never experienced that before,

Charlie says to me well id be glad to help you experience if you wish, so I looked up at him and said oh I wish and Charlie said if I do that for you what will you do for me, I said oh I’ve got something very special planned for you, we went into his bedroom and started kissing and making out and pretty quickly we had most of our clothes off and I said I’m in the mood to be real kinky how about you, as you already might have guessed he loved that thought so I grabbed his belt and proceeded to tie his hands above his head to the headboard he was loving it then I went thru his closet and grabbed two more belts and I tied his feet spread eagle on the bed, now I have you I said and what a grin he had little did he know.

I climbed onto to Charlie and reached down into his shorts and I pulled his cock out and I’ll never forget it “it was that small” I said out loud multiple orgasms you think that your going to give me multiple orgasms with this I laughed for what must have been a good two minutes before saying I think one orgasm would be a feat for this little thing, Charlies face oh I’ll never forget his face he couldn’t even talk I said Charlie while you might make a practice out of thinking you can make women have multiple orgasms lol I have a little practice of my own it’s called orgasm denial, ever hear of it? Charlie’s eyes opened wide what he said orgasm denial, yes I said orgasm denial! I never heard of that what is it he said I said oh I said before I’m threw with you your going to know what orgasm denial is all about as I giggled he looked so nervous it was so hilarious, I started stroking Charlie’s cock making it stiff and hard ” all 4 inches of it lol Charlie began moaning and gyrating trying to fuck my hand but as soon as I noticed him getting close I would take my hand away just watching his poor little cock bob in the air,

So after about thirty minutes of doing this I thought I’m really going to torture this guy now, I preceded to start licking around the head of his cock very lightly I could see Charlie was getting enormously frustrated so I of course kept it up for a while longer, then I started really sucking him and every time he was about to explode I would stop leaving him there watching his little cock drip precum I was so amused , Charlie began yelling and demanding that I let him cum, yeah that was going to happen not! So I teased him some more for another good half an hour until I couldn’t stand him yelling anymore and just stopped all together, Charlie said hey what’s going on I haven’t got to cum, I laughed and said I told you or did I forget to mention that during orgasm denial you don’t get to cum baby, Charlie freaked against his restraints yelling calling me a evil bitch why am I doing this to him what has he ever done to me to deserve this blah blah blah, all I could do was laugh.

Charlie started in now with a new approach begging lol he begged and begged me to let him cum so after listening to this for a few I said Charlie you know what, I’ll think about it after I get those multiple orgasms I was promised, oh Charlie loved the idea ok he said undo me and I’ll get right to work he said lol nope not that easy babe I said, I’m not even going to attempt an orgasm with that little thing lol he yells out you bitch I said that’s not the way either but I think I have an idea, Charlie was going out of his mind as I started sucking his little cock in my mouth again, I said your going to use your mouth to give me what you promised ok I will Charlie said I’ll do anything you want of course you will I said as I squeezed his balls, so I positioned myself on top of Charlie’s face and made him lick me like crazy oh and cum I did well it wasn’t multiples like I was promised but I did have at least 5 until I said ok I’m finished with you, but you said I said I might let you and now I’m not going to let you, but why he said I laughed and laughed he continued to wine and at times almost cry. lol

I said Charlie as I removed my wig, you should have seen the shock on his face it’s you yes it’s me and I’m hear to teach you a lesson, but Kristie why what did I ever do to you, I chuckled not to me in specific but how you treat women that you take out in general is why I’m hear to teach you a lesson I said, but why do you care he said what does that have to do with you, I said isn’t it obvious I’m a women silly and its time that you get a taste of your own medicine, I’m sorry I’m sorry he said oh don’t be sorry to me I said be sorry to all those girls that you hurt that you never even gave a thought about after you got what you wanted from them, I began rubbing his cock again bringing him closer and closer then taking it away as soon as he got close please Kristie I’ll do anything I’m so sorry please let me cum please, I said again to Charlie I’ll think about it as I untied one of his hands and handed him the telephone, what do you want he said what do I do with this , I said I’ll think about letting you cum when and when you have called every one of those women back and apologized for being the pig that your are, but that could take hours Charlie said, I said well it’s going to be a long night for you isn’t chuckles running my finger under the head of his cock, Charlie says please what do I say why am I calling them now for I said just tell them it was a multiple orgasm denial thingy that changed the way you think lol, oh and it was a long long night into the wee hours of the next day for Charlie, even tho I’m sure he has cum since he never did with me!
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Blind Date for Jason (part 4)

Jason did not see the tortuous implement but instead stared at
Amanda’s ivory pumps with their silver heels. He never hated his Mistress
more than he did at that moment. What she did to Justine, he thought, was
unforgivable. Amanda walked behind him and he shivered as she pulled
his testicles back between his legs. She deftly positioned his sac
between the indentations of the two oak pieces to check their fit.

”Perfect.”

Amanda put down the wooden device and unwrapped the two bolts from
the bubble pack.

The Humbler would consequently prevent Jason from standing completely
upright. It also put his balls in a considerably vulnerable position.
Amanda’s leather pumps suddenly cast an evil shadow. The Marquesa
teased Jason’s scrotum using the toe of her shoe and scraped the
sharp heel across its length.

”Remind me to get these two cuties tattooed at a later date,” Amanda
remarked. The twins joined Lady Mowbray in Jason’s cell.

Amanda took the humbler and held it so that the slave could get a
good look at it. He thought it might be a clamp to be used on poor
Justine’s white breasts. He absentmindedly started to rise.

” Bend over, Jenny!”

He again bent over and felt one of the women take hold of both his
balls, while another removed the vibrator strap. What a relief. He
wanted to scratch, but his cuffed hands could not reach. His relief
was short-lived. He felt the two pieces of wood being clamped around the
neck of his testicles. He was really worried when he saw a grinning
Amanda hand a spanner to the two women who were clamping his balls.

Jason almost smiled when he had a silly thought about the ball clamp.

” I must have left them in a no parking zone.”

” Done,” said a triumphant Susie.

” See if you can stand upright,” Amanda said to her slave.

Lady Mowbray was intently watching, still smiling and tapping the
spanner in one hand. Gingerly, he started to stand upright. He only
reached just past half-way when he felt the wooden clamp pressing
hard against the back of his thighs and his balls felt as though they
would be torn off.

” Brilliant.”

” These are real handy.”

Amanda tapped his protruding testicles with the cold metal spanner.

” Ouch!” Jason felt vulnerable. He was unable to protect his exposed
balls in any way.

” How come he is not gagged? He’s finished eating.”

” Sorry madam. I was so interested in the new device. I’ll see to it
at once.”

” Hang on. Not his penis gag. I’ve brought these.”

Amanda reached into the shopping bag and brought out an old-fashioned
pair of peach-coloured bloomers.

” They belong to Madge, the cook. I fished them out of the laundry
basket. I think she has peed in them, but they are dry now. They
smell
great.”

She held them under Jason’s nose then stuffed them in his mouth. She
then handed Sarah one of Madge’s under slips to tie them in place.

” Good. That looks better. You know, having him gagged really turns
me
on.”

Amanda clipped the lead onto Jason’s collar.

” Unfortunately, I do not have time for him to eat me this morning.
He
is going out on his first assignment.”

” Oh goody. Can we come?”

” What is it?”

” Will it be fun?”

Amanda held up her hand.

” Hold on. Yes you can and yes it will. We will be there to look
after
him. I don’t want my property being damaged. I shall also be taking
Justine along to watch.”

” What is it? What is it?” The two girls were excited like two school
children.

Poor Jason stood there bent over, humiliated, vulnerable, silenced
and
just as curious and very apprehensive. If Amanda was worried about
him, it must be serious.

Then it struck him. She was concerned about him. She cared!

” Go and collect Justine. I’ll take him out to the Merc.”

” I think her Ladyship fancies Justine,” Sarah said to her sister.

” I hope so. Madam could do with someone to really love her,” Susie
replied.

” Like us you mean?”

Sarah and Susie kissed passionately. They held each other tightly, their heads on each other’s shoulders.

” Come on, you cow.” Sarah grinned and poked Justine’s naked bottom
with the cattle prod.

Susie pulled on her lead and they took her to the kitchen, where
Amanda was waiting with Jason. Amanda fished in the dirty laundry
basket and before Justine could speak to Jason to see if he had injured his
back, she too was gagged with used underwear. Amanda continued to rummage
in the laundry and eventually found two pairs of her own knickers. She
pushed these into the shopping bag she was carrying.

As Jason turned to be led, bent double, out to the car, Justine saw
with a shock what they had done to him. She was equally shocked to
realise that it excited her.

Jason was put on the floor behind the front seats. He was set on his
head and his bent knees. Amanda had put the two extra pairs of
knickers
on the floor and his face was buried in them. He was grateful. It was
more comfortable than the rough carpet.

” What was she up to?” he thought. “She is not usually concerned
about
my comfort.”

Sarah drove. Justine sat between Amanda and Susie on the back seat.
Susie’s feet were on Jason’s head, Amanda’s on his balls and humbler,
and Justine’s were on his back. Amanda idly poked his balls with her
pointed shoes. Growing tired of this, she put her arm around Justine
and began to gently caress her breasts. Justine responded by putting
her gagged head on Amanda’s shoulder. The car entered a typical
suburban district as Sarah followed the “mud map” that Amanda had
given
her.

” Come on madam. You’ve got to tell us. Who are we going to see? What
do they want Jason for?”

” All right. She’s a deserted single mum. She wants Jason so that she
can do all the things to him that she wants to do to the rat that ran
out on her.”

” Wow.”

” Neat.”

” I have given her a big discount because she does not have a great
deal of money.”

Amanda took Jason’s orgasm controller out of her pocket and clicked
on
’cont. inhib.’ The red light began to flash on his belt.

” I may be able to offer her a job. I don’t know yet. I’ll see how
things go.”

Sarah gently applied the brakes.

” That’s the house. Drive straight into the open garage and do not
get
out until she closes the doors.”

”Good morning Amanda, or should I say good afternoon. I’m in the
middle
of making lunch. I do hope you and your friends join me,” the woman
said, greeting her guests.

Brianna was in her late thirties, had shoulder length strawberry-
blonde
hair and an infectious smile she used to cover up her misery. Her
husband of 19 years had deserted her over a year ago only to run off
with a 20 year-old. He left her with only their house and car.
Brianna was smart with finances and was able to keep up payments on
the
house. The car, luckily, was already paid for. Brianna was a
homemaker her entire life but landed a good job in accounts
receivable
in a major department store through a family connection. Her
bookkeeping skills helped her family’s bank account grow.
Unfortunately, her husband drained it all for himself and his floozy.

Daniel, her husband, was the only man she ever made love to. They
were
high school sweethearts and she was a virgin when they first had sex.
Daniel, on the other hand, had sex with many different women
throughout
their marriage. Brianna had known about a couple of them, but kept
quiet to preserve the marriage and for the sake of her three
children:
Rebecca, 18, Thomas, 12, and Jonathan, 8.

”My kids will be home in about four hours, so I think we should
discuss
business over lunch,” Brianna said.

Jason and Justine were led into a back room in the basement. The
door
to it was kept padlocked at all times.

”My kids think it’s a wine cellar. Little do they know,” Brianna
giggled.

For the past two months, Brianna had built a veritable torture
chamber.
It was really only a silly fantasy at the time and the housewife
wanted
to stretch her creative muscles. Growing up, she though that she
might
become an artist and even did some interior decorating on the side
for
some extra money. She even got the chance at her present job to help
decorate a Christmas-themed window display.

Brianna’s “dungeon” was pretty horrifying and reflected her perverse
feelings toward men in general at the moment. Luckily, her boss at
work
was a woman. She had filled her playroom with virtually everything a
practicing sadist could ever want. It did not seem like a happy
place.
Brianna’s husband was a well-paid carpenter and she learned a lot
from
him in the past 19 years. She custom built many devices of torture
and
collected many implements via mail order.

Susie and Sarah left the two slaves in the dungeon while they joined
Amanda and Brianna upstairs for lunch.

”What are the ground rules, Amanda? I mean, what can’t I do to him?”

”Well, Brianna, I want him in one piece at the end of your three hour
session.”

”Okay, I can live with that. What I really am looking forward to is
when Rebecca goes to China on that school trip and the boys go to
camp.
I’ll have nearly two weeks to myself here all alone. I’d like to
really
get it out of system and totally let loose on your Jenny.”

”One step at a time, Brianna,” the Marquesa said. “Let’s first see
how
this works out. Maybe you’ll find that you’re not such a sadist
after
all. I have some supplies in my car if you...”

Brianna interjected, “That won’t be necessary. I think that I have
everything I need. For now at least.”

The foursome finished their tuna salad sandwiches and coffee and
journeyed downstairs.

Brianna changed from a floral print sundress and ‘strappy’ sandals to a
black leather cat suit and “don’t fuck with me” boots. She went from
Emma Woodhouse to Emma Peel in the blink of an eye.

”The twins, Justine, and myself will monitor your first session
offering you pointers if necessary. By the looks of this place, I doubt it
will be. If all goes well, you could be a permanent part of Jenny’s
life, ”Amanda declared.

Susie and Sarah pulled up four leather-backed chairs and the
spectators sat down to enjoy the show. Amanda didn’t want any “accidents” and
made sure the red light flashed on Jason’s inhibitor belt, preventing any
ejaculations.

Brianna didn’t fool around. She got right down to business. The
meek little suburban housewife hand cranked a winch and a length of chain
descended from a ceiling pulley.

Using a key that Amanda provided her, Brianna unlocked Jason’s wrist
shackles and relocked them in front of him. She added cuffs to his
knees and attached a spreader bar between them and to his ankle
cuffs as well. She pulled Madge’s soiled undies from his mouth and attached
the
hanging chain to the ring in Jason’s tongue.

”Wait a second, Brianna. One piece remember?” Amanda interrupted.

”This is the most important part of my fantasy, Amanda. If you don’t
give me this, then all of it is ruined for me. You see, Daniel’s
phone
call to me...With all the uncaring things that he said to me, I
didn’t
even yell at him. I asked HIM for forgiveness. Do you believe it?
I
need to control that male tongue and maybe then I’ll be able to use
mine.”

Amanda looked at the twins. Sarah shrugged. Susie said, “Go for
it!”

”Alright, Brianna. But you are to lower the winch at any sign of
danger.”

”Of course, Amanda.”

Brianna proceeded to raise the winch. This caused Jason’s spine to
straighten which, in turn, caused the humbler to yank his scrotum.

Jason was in blinding agony. If he relieved the pressure on his
tongue, his balls would stretch. If he relieved the pressure on his sac, his
tongue would threaten to tear.

Amanda watched intently as the winch was further cranked and Jason’s
back arched. The Marquesa was amazed at this new ball stretching
technique as Jason was finally raised on tiptoes. His shrieks fell
on Justine’s helpless ears. She couldn’t raise her hands to cover them.
The twins were at the edge of their seats. Jason saw stars.

Brianna leaned close to Jason and whispered in his ear.

”If you men can’t learn to control your libidos, then I’ll just have
to teach you how.”

Her hot tongue wetly darted in his ear. Although in agony, this
simple act caused his cock to visibly twitch.

Brianna walked over to a cabinet and produced an evil-looking
bull hide flogger. Sarah audibly gasped and Susie started to stroke herself
underneath her miniskirt.

The housewife showed her dexterity with the whip and practiced
several times in the air. The first blow caused Jason to lurch forward. He
had to balance precariously on his toes but still protect his vulnerable
tongue and testicles. Brianna lashed into his upper back, lower
shoulders, his buttocks, and thighs.

The humbler served to protect part of Jason’s buttocks and thighs but
left his balls completely vulnerable to harm. Luckily, Brianna had
several weeks of practice with a store mannequin. As she warmed up,
the time between the blows diminished. Jason’s tongue took much
punishment, bit it held steady. His balls were another matter. With every
lash, he felt as if he were kicked in the sac as the oak slabs pulled
savagely.

But Amanda took notice of his throbbing cock. So did Brianna. She
stroked it with a leather gloved hand. Jason moaned, but there was
no release. The belt did its job and inhibited any orgasm.

Brianna looked over at Amanda who held the control. She felt
challenged and vigorously masturbated Jason with her soft buttery palm. Jason
bit down on his tongue. With every upstroke his nuts were stretched
further. At the same time, the lust was unbearable but he could not
shake it. Brianna realized it was futile as well and surrendered to
Amanda.

Just then, everyone’s eyes turned to the left as the sound of a door
slamming shut filled the room. It was Rebecca, Brianna’s daughter.
She was home from school early because of a fire in the science lab.
She had the same strawberry-blonde mane and jade green eyes as her
mother. Rebecca also had a splash of freckles across the bridge of
her nose and wore a red and white cheerleader uniform.

”Mother, what’s going on? Who are these people?”

Rebecca wasn’t a shy girl and walked right up to Jason’s sweaty
carcass.

”Who the hell is this stinkpot?”

Brianna brought her daughter upstairs to explain as Amanda gathered
up her “things.”

The twins abruptly released Jason and brought him back to the garage.
Amanda escorted Justine, but not before she noticed that the slave’s
chair was wet with secretions.

Back at the manor, Amanda invited in her private investigator. He
was right on time for his appointment. The telephone rang.

”It’s for you madam,” Madge interrupted.

”Excuse me Philip, I shall only be a minute.”

It was Brianna.

”Hello, Amanda. Sorry about that little misstep this afternoon. I
did thoroughly enjoy the experience, though.”

”That’s quite alright, love. Those things happen. I think Jenny’s
welts will be around for awhile, a testament to your whipping
skills.” Amanda answered.

”Thank you. I do have a request, though.”

”Anything for you, you know that.”

”My daughter, Rebecca, wants to be in involved with my ‘activities’
from now on. Is that okay with you?”

”Of course, Brianna, the more the merrier. Don’t you worry about
anything. I’ll keep in touch.”

Amanda had hired a private investigator to do some snooping into
Justine’s background. His final report was ready and Amanda was
shocked to learn the real reason for Jason’s cancelled engagement.
There was another person in Justine’s life at the time. Her name was Teresa.
Jason could not compete with her and he knew it and consequently
broke up with his fiancée. Teresa was a leather bull dyke type.

”I think,” Philip began, “that your Justine is not the little angel
that Jason...uh, Jenny, made her out to be. She was into some pretty
freaky shit.”

Amanda sank back into the sofa and folded her fingers behind her
blonde head. She was quite pleased with these latest developments.

Philip handed Amanda his completed report and was escorted back to
his car.

”Great work, Philip. I’ll call you if I need you,” Amanda said as
the PI drove away.

Jason awoke to find the gag being removed from his mouth. He knew
what that meant. He was then blindfolded. To his surprise and pleasure,
the soothing cream that had been put on his cuts was gently reapplied.

” Now then. Let’s see how good you are. Your success rate at
identifying us determines where you go today. Brianna would love to
get her hands on you again.”

Ignoring the portable toilet because she wanted to look at his face,
Susie lifted her skirt and stood astride Jason’s head. She then peed
mostly into his mouth, some splashing onto her bare feet and some
onto the tiled floor.

” Well?”

” It’s Susie.”

” Well done. Now, who’s this? “

Amanda stood astride him and peed.

” It’s Amanda.”

He felt a stinging blow to his testicles from a riding crop.

” WHO?”

” Sorry madam. Lady Mowbray madam,” stammered Jason.

” I shouldn’t have to remind you Jenny. You’ve been here long
enough.”

Sarah then peed on him. Finally, a bucket of water was thrown over
him.

” You stink, you horrible beast.”

” All right girls. Give him his breakfast, then put him in the car.
The same as yesterday. I like having his testicles presented to me on top
of his bare bottom. Put Justine in the boot. Hog-tie, gag and
blindfold her and stuff a vibrator up her twat. I’ve gone off her. Make sure
the vibrator has new batteries.”

Again they drove through typical suburban streets to a new address.
It had an attached garage like all the rest and they drove straight in.
Jason heard the engine noise stop. He was bent double behind the back
seat and his face was buried in a pile of dirty women’s underwear.
The intimate clothing surrounding his face and head somehow gave him a
sense of security and he felt safe. Courtesy of the terrible twosome,
he had been prepared with a ring gag in his mouth. This meant one
thing was in store for him and Jason was excited by the prospect.

A slightly overweight, stereotypical housewife greeted them in a
padded house coat and fluffy bedroom slippers.

” Welcome. You must be from ‘Rent A Man’.”

She peered into the back of the car and giggled.

” Oh my.”

She stood back from the door.

” Take him right through. The others are in the lounge.”

” We’ve brought his naughty girlfriend along. I hope you don’t mind.”

Amanda opened the boot and showed her the hog-tied and gagged
Justine.

” Oh my.”

” We can leave her here if you like.”

” No, no. You had better bring the poor girl in. Some of the others
might be interested.”

The normal Bridge Foursome had grown to six this morning. They all
stood up and crowded around Jason as he stood with bowed head,
enforced by the humbler. A woman in a business suit, glasses and a commanding
air said “Can you take that thing off him.” She pointed to the clamp
around his balls.

The twins obliged.

”Tie him up against that door, with his hands above his head.”

The twins tied a rope on to the chain between his wrists, threw it
over the door, yanked on it to pull his hands up, then closed the door on
the rope.

” I didn’t realise so many people would be coming. It’s upset our
plans a little,” the homeowner remarked.

” That’s no problem,” said Amanda. “Is there a bedroom we can use? We
can take this little slut in there and have a little chat with her.
If you want to use her in your game, you are quite welcome.”

When the bridge club was alone with Jason, they decided that they
would not waste time playing cards for forfeits as they had planned, but
would do all the things that they had listed as forfeits straight
off.

” Change of plans sunshine.”

The women took him down, cleared the card table and put him face down
on the table, with his feet spread and tied to the table legs. It
was a small, sturdy table and there was just room for his stomach and chest
on the table. His face projected over the end. His hands were chained
behind his back and his hard cock was vertically crushed against the
side of the table. His balls hung vulnerably between his open legs.

” Who’s first?”

” We can go two at a time.”

These were all middle-aged housewives, mostly past their “use by”
date, but they were a randy lot with many kinky frustrations. They removed
his ring gag, with promises to use it later, then made him lick their
bare bottoms and anuses. Others repeatedly raped him with dildos.
Some just wanted to thrash his bottom with various whips.

They tied a cord around his penis and added spoons, knives and forks
as weights, but the cord slipped off. Someone got a roll of packaging
tape and taped the cord to his cock. This worked much better and he began
to cry out. The women stuffed as many of their knickers as they could
into his mouth and wrapped packaging tape around his head to hold the
fabric in. Eventually, the tape ripped off his penis and he managed a
muffled scream. This was echoed by laughter from the bedroom.

Some tied thin ropes around his balls and tried to see how far they
would stretch by connecting the same weights as they had used on his
cock. This time, the cord did not slip and they eventually gave up
when it seemed his balls were going to be torn off. They were a
surprisingly sadistic bunch. Most took great delight in pulling his hair and
pulling his head back as far as they could.

After about an hour, they put the ring gag back in and took him to
the bathroom.

He lay on the floor, naked, gagged and chained, while six naked
witches danced around him, peeing and spitting on him whenever they felt like
it. They got quite excited and Jason was genuinely scared of them.

” What about his girlfriend? Can we do the same to her?”

” I’ll go and see.”

The woman who owned the house put on her dressing gown and went to
the bedroom where they had taken Justine.

”Oh, my...excuse me!” she said, face to face with the orgy in front
of her.

Justine was tied spread-eagled to the four corners of the bed. Four
layers of towel were placed underneath her crotch to protect the
bed sheet. Amanda, still clothed but sans knickers, straddled her
female slave’s head and enveloped it with her white cotton dress. The
Marquesa faced Justine’s feet and received the “best oral favours she had ever
felt,” she would later recount. The young French maiden was
apparently an expert in such matters.

A nylon cord wrapped above and below each kneecap assured that
Justine’s knees would remain bent, allowing the twins full access to her cunt.
Both Sarah and Susie wore a pair of latex gloves and prepared to
ravish poor Justine. They placed a tube of KY jelly in the bathroom sink
and let it soak in hot water. Sarah went first and slathered her fingers
liberally. After she inserted three digits into Justine, Sarah used
her thumb to stimulate the clitoris. With four fingers inside, the
redhead felt her hand start to get sucked in. Sarah then lay her thumb
alongside her middle finger and very carefully pushed forward. She
twisted her hand a little and glided into Justine’s pussy. When
inside, Sarah formed a fist and continued moving up and down.

Amanda’s pleasure increased as well. She felt like her whole
midsection was being swallowed up by Justine’s mouth. The French girl was on
the verge of orgasm herself, but Susie insisted it was her turn. In the
middle of Justine’s orgasmic bliss, Sarah removed her hand.
Unfortunately for her, the contractions were so intense that one of
Sarah’s fingers was hurt pretty badly.

”OOOWWW!!! You bitch. What did you do to me?”

”What happened sis?”

”Are you alright?” Amanda asked swinging her legs onto the floor.

Sarah grabbed the wrist of her right hand.

”I think the slut broke my middle finger,” Sarah hissed.

Amanda turned around to look at Justine. She was smiling. Even the
Marquesa had a hard time wiping the smile off of her own face.

”I ought to fist-fuck that lil’ bitch right up her bum,” Sarah
screamed.

”SSSHHHHH! Quiet Sarah,” Amanda warned, turning to the homeowner who
voyeuristically enjoyed the entire show. “We’re still guests in this
house. We better get that finger looked at. It looks like another
abortive outing for our little business. If we keep giving out
refunds, we won’t be able to expand.”

When Susie brought Justine back into the garage, she noticed how
pleased with herself the French girl seemed. Jason, on the other hand, felt
utterly defeated. Defeated, and sore, as his rectum was brutally
assaulted and his buttocks viciously thrashed by six angry middle-
aged housewives. But it was the humiliation that left the lasting
impression.

On Saturday morning, Brianna and her daughter stopped by Amanda’s
house. The Marquesa felt obligated since the previous session with Jason
ended so abruptly.

Brianna and Rebecca were let in by Madge and escorted upstairs to
Jason’s cell. Amanda welcomed them and brought them up to date.
The twins were already preparing their slave.

Jason was blindfolded and the large funnel was placed in his mouth,
effectively pinning him to the floor. The portable toilet was placed
over the funnel and attached, providing a seal that avoided any
possible
mess. Rebecca dropped her pleated skirt and knickers and squatted
over the toilet. She first expelled a trickle from her bladder. Jason
immediately noticed a new taste sensation and guessed that it was
either Brianna or her daughter. Up until this point, he could tell the
difference between Susie’s, Sarah’s, and Amanda’s pee much the same
way that a wine connoisseur might, savouring both the bouquet and the
aftertaste. Jason was becoming quite adept at his new role.

”Maybe we should bottle it, cork it, and label it for ole Jenny,”
Susie joked.

Rebecca let out a more forceful stream and Jason swallowed it all.
Brianna followed. First she removed her tampon, then rained down on
Jason. The slave could tell that the creator of this particular brew
was on her menstrual cycle. He overheard Brianna mention it earlier and
deduced that it was indeed her urine.
When the funnel was finally removed from Jason’s mouth, he correctly
guessed the origin of all five golden showers.

”Very impressive, Jenny. I wonder if there’s a use for such a
talent,”

Amanda intoned.

”I wonder what other kinds of taste tests we can use on it,” Brianna
replied looking down her nose at the blindfolded slave.

”Sarah, Susie...bring Jenny down to the ‘games’ room and prepare him
for Rebecca’s birthday party,” Amanda said.

”Yes, ma’am,” the twins responded in unison.

Rebecca turned 18 only a week earlier and her mother thought that a
day at Amanda’s would be the perfect gift.

Jason was laid across the middle of a large table. His wrists were
secured above his head by heavy duty nylon cord threaded through the
D rings in his cuffs and tied off to a ring underneath the table’s
edge. His ankles received the same treatment. The humbler was also removed
and the phallus gag inserted.

Sarah, with the sprained middle-finger of her right hand in a splint,
released a ceiling pulley chain and attached a magnet to the end.
Susie easily stroked Jason to an erection and screwed on two hose clamps to
Jason’s cock: one at the base and one just underneath the head.

”Tighter Susie, we don’t want Jenny’s ‘clit’ to go limp on us now do
we?”

Jason moaned through his penis gag as the lovely young redhead
tightened the cold metal of the bottom clamp but left the upper one rather
loose. When she was satisfied, Susie brought the hanging magnet down over to
the hose clamp under the cock head and CLINK...she joined them
together.

Sarah brought over a tube of surgical jelly and a 5 inch long,
quarter inch wide pink candle. She showed it to Jason.

”Guess what? You’re gonna be Rebecca’s birthday cake. I hope
you’re in a festive mood, Jenny.”

Sarah applied a liberal amount of jelly to the lower half of the
candle and slowly inserted it into Jason’s urethra. The young man squeezed
his eyes shut and bit down on the gag. When approximately two inches was
painfully pushed down his cock slit, Sarah tightened the other clamp
until she felt that the candle was properly secure.

Susie placed six chairs around the table and set the table with
dishes, glasses, and utensils.

”Here’s the birthday girl,” Amanda cheerfully exclaimed as she
escorted Rebecca, her mother, and even Justine down to the games room.
Justine still had her penis gag strapped in place and Amanda held her leash,
but the female slave was allowed to appear “decent” at the party. The
Marquesa dressed her in a tangerine sundress and a pair of mules.
Justine stood silently by her Mistress’ side.

All six party guests sat around the table as Madge entered with food
and wine. Amanda stood up to offer a toast.

”Rebecca, you are a woman now. I hereby empower you to take all that
is
womanhood and use it to your advantage. Shake it, take it, and make
it
into something of your own.”

”Cheers,” the others joined in.

”Rebecca”, Amanda began while handing Rebecca a small pink disposable
cigarette lighter, “I give you the honours.”

The schoolgirl stood up and moved her hand close to Jason’s cock. He
felt her warmth and smelled her perfume. She flicked her thumb at the
lighter and lit a two inch high flame to the candlewick. The candle
was set ablaze as the revellers started on their feast. The loud stereo
effectively drowned out Jason’s muffled groans of anguish.

Bubbling pink wax dripped down the length of Jason’s penis, forming a
solid mass around his balls. But the worst part of it was the
flame’s proximity to the pulley chain. It heated it, which consequently
heated the hose clamp under Jason’s cock head. This was unimaginable agony
for the poor slave as his manhood was practically roasted alive.

The candle started out with about three inches peeking out the slit.
Only an inch now remained as the flame moved perilously close to
Jason’s penis. Jason was able to watch the festivities via a ceiling mirror
and he looked over at Amanda who was busy chattering to Rebecca and
devouring Madge’s delicacies.

When it seemed that only the wick protruded from Jason’s cock, Amanda
moved to action. Indeed, his entire cock was pink and therefore
looked like a candle itself.

”Rebecca, once again please, you do the honours,” Amanda said handing
the orgasm controller to the guest of honour. “Simply press ‘GO.’”

Rebecca stood up and aimed the control box toward Jason’s crotch. The
tip of the slave’s cock was practically on fire and he howled through
the gag.

”ONE...TWO...THREE!”

Rebecca pressed the button and a shot of semen rushed to the tip of
Jason’s penis. The flow was so strong that it bypassed the clamps
and the imbedded candle and shot out the tip, extinguishing the
flame.

”WOW! Now I’ve seen everything,” Sarah said as Brianna clapped her
hands and Susie whistled through her fingers.

Amanda took a sip of Cabernet and bent down to give Jason a peck on
the cheek.

”Brianna, let’s talk business, shall we?” Amanda said as she turned
to her friend.

”What sort of business did you have in mind?”

”My ‘Rent A Man’ business has gotten off to a rocky start. I feel
that with your financial expertise, we can build something
unique...together.
It could be the start of something big. I’ll make you and your
daughter 50/50 partners with me. I’ll be the Chief Executive Officer and you
can be the Senior Vice President and Treasurer. You’ll be in charge of
the books...the expenditures, etc. Rebecca can take care of scheduling,
travel arrangements, and the like. Of course, I’ll hire a full-time
nanny for your sons. That way, you needn’t worry about running home
all the time if you’re held up ‘at the office.’ Well? What do you two
say?”

Brianna turned to her daughter who simply smiled the most radiant
smile of her life.

”What about school, Rebecca?”

”Oh, mother I can handle both.”

”It’s settled then,” Amanda interjected. I hereby christen ‘A & B
Enterprises.’ Long live ‘Rent a Man.’”

The three women touched wine goblets as Jason’s penis returned to
room temperature.

As Jason’s cock returned to room temperature, he tried to relax.
Amanda realized that her two new business partners did not fully appreciate
the possibilities of Jason’s built in electronics.

”I think it only fair that Jason should celebrate too.”

She picked up the controller and handed it to Rebecca. Jason thought
this particular ordeal was over. Now his heart sank as Amanda
released the pipe clamps on his penis.

” Press ‘cont stim.’ and watch the fireworks as he celebrates your
birthday.”

Rebecca gritted her teeth in a grim smile, not knowing quite what to
expect as she aimed the controller like a TV remote changing
channels. Jason felt the explosive contractions of another ejaculation, without
any of the pleasure. He shot semen into the air in one short burst
after another. The women were delighted by the exhibition, even
Amanda applauded.

Gradually, the height of the semen shots diminished. Finally, only a
weak dribble emerged from his penis. Still, Jason kept contracting,
trying to ejaculate, but he had nothing left.

” Ohhhh.”

” The poor lamb is empty. Really empty.”

” How long does he take to recharge?” Brianna was interested from a
business point of view.

” I don’t really know,” confessed Amanda.

” Let’s leave him for an hour and try again,” Rebecca brightly
suggested.

” He would probably recover faster if we worked on him,” said Sarah,
grinning at Susie.

” Very likely. What we need are some controlled experiments.”

” We’ve been doing that at school, in science. I know how to do it,”
Rebecca put her hand up as though at school, and then quickly put it down
again, looking embarrassed.

Jason continued to contract futilely. His muscles were beginning to
fatigue.

” You’d better press stop,” suggested Amanda.

Jason collapsed. He was exhausted and empty, yet he didn’t feel
satisfied. It was very frustrating.

” Come with me Sarah. I will give you the wind-up timer from the
kitchen. Then I want you three to find out how much semen he can
produce in an hour of continuous stimulation. Work in relays and you
had better press ‘cont inhib’. I don’t want any accidents messing up
the trial.”

Amanda and Brianna stayed in the kitchen talking fees and possible
jobs that he could go on. Amanda told Brianna about her friend Camilla, a
lesbian school teacher who ran a small finishing school for upper
school girls, turning out good little lesbians. The students were
only from lesbian parents who wanted their girls, either from previous
marriages, or adopted, to grow up like them. They only attended the
school after they had completed their normal education and were over
eighteen.

Amanda went to the kitchen telephone and arranged for Jason to be
used as a live demonstration model for a lesson on how to treat that weak
sex, the human male. It was for three days time. She wanted him fully
charged for the demonstration.

They went back to the games room to see how the experiment was going.
Jason’s head was under Justine’s dress, with his face buried in her
nylon clad pussy. Sarah sat astride his stomach, facing his feet,
using his abused cock to masturbate herself. Rebecca was holding her skirt
around her waist, with her knickers around her ankles, while Susie
held a small mirror inside her cunt, trying to show her where her clitoris
was.

The alarm went off, signifying that the hour was up.

” Just let me finish,” pleaded Sarah.

” No. This is business. We need to know his recovery rate for
bookings. You can use him to masturbate yourself any time.”

Rebecca looked up from the mirror. “Does that apply to me too?”

” Of course,” said Amanda. “You are part of the team now.”

Amanda pressed ‘cont inhib’ again. The tiny red blinking light went
out.

” I think we will do it properly this time. Who’s going to do the
honours?”

Justine wanted it to be her, but her gag prevented her from asking.

” Pick me. Pick me!” shouted Sarah, bouncing up and down on Jason’s
stomach.

Justine felt him blowing air into her vagina. “Mmmmm,” she said. No
one noticed.

” All right. Sarah on his cock. Susie on his balls. Rebecca, you
watch closely and learn how to wank a man off properly.”

It took a little longer that the few seconds that it normally did,
but he produced a satisfactory amount of semen and managed to shoot it a
short distance.

” That would be okay for someone who didn’t know any better, but most
of our clients would want him to produce a lot more. Clearly an hour
from empty is not enough.”

” Feel like doing it again, for two hours this time?”

To Jason’s relief, the girls decided they needed a rest.

” Take him up to my bedroom.”

These words from Amanda struck terror in Jason.

Jason stood quietly, blindfolded, gagged, hands chained behind him
on a slightly longer chain than normal and bent double with the humbler
clamping his balls.

Amanda undressed and climbed, naked, between the satin sheets.

” Come here, Jenny.”

He moved towards her voice and banged his knees on the bed frame.

” Turn around.”

She removed the ball clamp.

” Get in bed.”

She cuddled up to him with one arm around his neck, holding his head
on her chest. He could feel her warm breasts on his nose and cheek. He
had been cold standing by the bed, but the heat from her body quickly
warmed him. He felt content.

” Go to sleep slave.”

He felt Amanda relax. Her chest, gently heaving up and down, lulled
him into the deepest sleep he had experienced for some time.

Jason was given a week’s reprieve from ejaculations. Amanda wanted
him”fully loaded” for his three days at Camilla’s finishing school. But
she also wanted to make sure that he was so highly sexed, so
completely horny that his compliance would be ensured. This was a major test
for ”Rent a Man,” a significant turning point. Amanda trusted Camilla
enough to leave Jason alone with her and her students for the entire
three days. She assured her good friend that the subject would be
mad with lust to the breaking point and that he would make a good
teaching tool for the girls.

Amanda drove Jason to Camilla’s by herself. She didn’t want the
twins there to act as a nuisance. She wanted to be alone with him during
the long drive and talk to him. It was their three month anniversary
together and she wanted to do something special for him.

In fact, like their first date, she drove the Volvo and wore the
exact same wardrobe: A buttoned down, long-sleeved white blouse and a blue
wrap around miniskirt. Ever since they shared a bed together, Jason
became infatuated with his Mistress, falling deeply under her spell.
She understood this and hoped to exploit it. Nevertheless, she felt a
certain symbiosis with him.

Camilla’s school consisted of two buildings basically. One was the
actual school itself and the other was the dormitory. Camilla had
just five employees: the elderly woman who ran the dorm, the cook,
the janitor, and two teachers, all female. One of these teachers
was her long-time companion, Rachel.

Camilla, in her forties sturdily built woman with sandy hair, spent her
adolescence in Catholic school and appreciated the discipline that
such an education wrought. In fact, she ran her classes the same way
and imagined herself as the Mother Superior.

”Now Jenny,” Amanda began. “I’m leaving you in good hands. I don’t
want you to disappoint me. You will behave and do what Camilla tells you
to won’t you sweetie?”

Jason shook his head up and down. His phallus gag was in place and
his hands were cuffed to his side but he wore an over-sized grey
sweatshirt and cotton shorts. His feet were bare.

Camilla came outside to great her guests and offered Amanda a cold
drink.

”No, I hate to run, but I’ve got some errands to do. I’ll send the
twins over on Thursday to pick him up. Here’s the control box for Jenny’s
belt. I think I explained everything over the phone. Call me if you
have a problem. See ya. Bye-bye Jenny. Love ya.”

Jason’s cheeks flushed pink. It warmed his heart to hear his
Mistress speak to him like that, even if she was turning him over to a bunch
of strangers—a pack of lesbians yet.

As Amanda’s Volvo created a cloud of dust, Camilla turned to Jason.

”So sunshine. Let’s meet the faculty. Half of my staff is out sick,
but I’m sure Rachel would just love to lay her eyes on you.”

Jason followed Camilla up the stairs and into the first office on the
right. It was lunch time and all 18 students were in the cafeteria.
Rachel ate alone in her office.

”Rachel, this is the infamous Jenny.”

Obviously, the curvy woman with the black nylons and curly brunette
hair was the femme in their relationship. Camilla loved to show her off
and make both men and women envious.

”It’s indeed a pleasure to meet you,” Rachel said with a mouth full
of celery. “Although the ‘SLAVE JENNY’ written on your forehead kinda
gave me a hint to your identity,” she added with a giggle.

”Rach, honey...I’d like you to help me with this afternoon’s class,
if you don’t mind.”

”You mean your human sexuality class? I’ll be there with bells on.”

While the students filed into class, Jason was kept in the closet
next to Camilla’s desk. She waited for her class to settle down.

”Girls...I have a special treat for you today. In fact, for the next
three days. I’m going to show you how powerful your sexuality is and
what it is capable of and what it can get you in today’s world.
I always want you to remember that you can use your feminine charms
on men...”

”MEN???” a chubby-cheeked brunette from the front row
responded. “Why
on earth would I want to waste such a thing on a man?”

”You have a lot to learn, Laura. How do you think I was able to
purchase the very land that this school occupies, huh? Rachel simply
sweet-talked the owner of this particular piece of real estate to
part with it for a paltry sum.”

”How’d she do that?” Laura inquired.

”Well, that’s what I’d like to teach you over the next three days.”
Camilla said as she opened the closet door.

An audible gasp met Jason’s ears as he walked out into the classroom.

”What’s that?” Laura shouted.

”its slave Jenny, you arse. Can’t you read?” replied a striking
blonde from the back row.

”What’s a slave Jenny?” asked Laura.

As Camilla explained Jason’s new purpose in life, he scanned the
classroom of fresh young girls. The estrogens overwhelmed him and he
felt weak in the knees. The girls were mostly 18 and 19 year-olds. They
all wore the same uniform: black, long-sleeved above-the-knee dresses
with white collars and white leather belts, white anklets, and white
patent leather MaryJanes.

Jason could see that they also wore white cotton knickers since Laura
rested her feet up on her desk.

The cute blonde from the back interjected, “You mean we get to see
how randy we could make this pervert? Will we get to wank him off?”

”On his final day with us, yes,” Camilla answered

”Lesson one...you can be the most horrible shrew yet still wrap any
man around your pretty little fingers. Diana, come up here please.”

The blonde from the back sashayed to the front of the class. Camilla
handed her a pair of scissors.

”Cut off his clothes please.”

After Diana cut off Jason’s shirt, Camilla cuffed his hands together
behind his back.

”What the hell is that thing?” Diana cried as she stared down at the
orgasm inhibitor belt.

”Just something us girls thought up to control men. In fact, Dr.
Patricia, who gave that lecture here last semester, created it,”
Camilla answered.

”Now Diana, what does Jenny’s penis say?”

She looked closely at it. “Useless.”

”Now slap him.”

”What?”

”Slap him across the face,” Camilla repeated.

”Thwack.”

”Harder.”

”THWACK!”

”Again.”

”THWACK!”

”Now what does the penis read?” Camilla asked.

”Lady Mowbray’s Joystick,” Diana answered.

”Now...what did you just learn?”

”I have no idea,” the cute blonde giggled.

Camilla turned to the class. “Anybody? Yes, Laura.”

”I learned that men actually appreciate an assertive, aggressive
woman, no matter what they may say otherwise,” Laura answered with
a generous smile, the teacher’s pet apparently.

”Yes...that’s definitely part of it, good.”

”I bet if I kicked him in the nuts it would make him squirt all over
Laura’s fat face,” Diana added.

”That’s quite enough now young lady, take a seat,” Camilla scolded.

The teacher manipulated the controls on the remote, preventing any
release until Thursday, when her students would see a male ejaculate
up close for the first time.

”Ah, Rachel...I’m glad that you could join us,” Camilla said. “Our
Jenny here is about to show my girls that it is always proper to
allow the female to climax first.” Camilla turned to her class “He’s
going to make sure all of you are properly sated before recess—all
eighteen of you.”

Jason’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “ALL EIGHTEEN?” he
thought to himself.

”Does he really enjoy this?” Laura asked.

”I’ll just let ‘Lady Mowbray’s Joystick’ answer that for you,”
Camilla stated casually.

Jason’s gag was removed and he was laid across Camilla’s desk.
Rachel tied his ankles together and asked Camilla, “Can we make that
nineteen?”

”Sure, why not?” her lover answered.

Rachel lifted her black micro mini and kicked off her silken
knickers.

Jason had admired her as soon as he laid eyes on her and was glad
that she was the first. Rachel lowered her bottom onto Jason’s upturned
face. As she got closer, he noticed a lattice pattern of red stripes
engraved on her fleshy alabaster orbs. He hungrily lapped at her
pussy flesh but was careful to pace himself. He had the impossible task of
helping 19 women reach orgasm.

While Rachel ground her sopping pink slit into Jason’s features,
Camilla bent down to whisper into the slave’s ear. “Don’t disappoint us,
Jenny.
I can be quite cruel when I’m disappointed. Just ask Rachel.”

After an hour, Jason wasn’t even halfway through. But he begged for
water.

”If it’s liquid you want, it’s liquid you shall receive,” Camilla
said as she straddled Jason’s head and peed into his mouth.

The other girls who needed a bathroom break followed suit and Jason
consumed, in total, the bladder contents of seven women.

”I need to pee,” Jason croaked.

”Oh, really? Diana, climb on and get your climax while I take care
of this problem,” Camilla said.

While the sexy blonde rode Jason’s face, Camilla stuck a catheter
down his urethra and attached a plastic tube and a 2 litre bag to it and
hooked it to the handle of the desk drawer.

The pain caused the slave to bite down on Diana’s clitoris. Luckily,
she enjoyed it and came violently, flooding his mouth with her pungent
secretions.

Nearly three hours later, Jason’s pinioned arms numb, the last of the
girls, Diana’s best friend Nina, plopped her fresh young snatch down
onto Jason’s sore mouth. He could barely move his tongue but feared
Camilla’s wrath. Nina was a ‘looker’ and wore her brown hair parted in
the middle and pulled back like Diana.

When Nina quivered and moaned, Jason collapsed. His ordeal was
finally over. He would have the taste of pussy juice on his tongue for days
to come.

On Thursday, Jason was so horny; he thought he would have a mental
breakdown. The girls teased him to madness over the previous 48 hours
and while he slept (in a cage next to Camilla and Rachel’s bed), he
couldn’t even experience nocturnal emissions. Dr. Patricia’s horrid
belt would sense an impending wet dream and impede it.

”Alright girls, an A plus to whoever can get Jenny to cum using only
their hands,” Camilla announced to the class.

Every student eagerly raised their hand but naturally, Laura was the
first to go. Camilla pressed the ‘cont inhib’ button on the remote
controller as Laura displayed her technique. It wasn’t a very good
one as she yanked Jason’s joystick to and fro as he lay on the desk.

For the next 90 minutes, Jason was brought to tears with unfulfilled
lust as girl after girl was unsuccessful. The eighteenth and final
contestant was Nina. She fished around in her backpack and produced a
bottle of baby oil. She squirted some on her hands and first tickled
Jason’s balls as she licked his inner ear. The slave nearly bit his
dildo gag in half as Nina started to sensuously caress his cock
slowly.

”You know you want me, Jenny,” she said to him with her hot breath
against his cheek. “You want to be inside me don’t you? This hot
rod would fit into my pussy like a velvet glove. You’d like that
wouldn’t you?” Nina said as she worked faster strokes on Jason’s cock.

Camilla had planned to press “GO” and put Jason out of his misery,
but somehow Nina’s magic brought forth a spontaneous ejaculation. Hot
jism spewed out of his penis like a cannon, actually hitting the ceiling.
That’s when Camilla realized the batteries were dead. Shot after
shot of boiling cream spit out of Jason’s cock like an angry volcano. One
stray dollop hit Nina in the eye and she slapped him hard across the
face.

Things finally calmed down just in time. Susie and Sarah entered the
classroom to bring Jason home. Without blinking an eye, they clipped
on a leash and the humbler before leading him out to the car.

”Yes, of course. Alright then. Yes, Rebecca will be in contact.
Hai. Sou desu. Arigatou. Sayonara, Ayano.” Amanda hung up her telephone
and turned to Brianna.

”That was Ayano Kitayama. I just closed the deal.”

”Oh Amanda,” Brianna began, “Are you sure about this?”

”What do you mean, am I sure?” You’re the one who talked me into
this,”
Amanda replied tersely.

”I know. It’s just that it seems so...DRASTIC.”

”Yes, but you know as well as me that this arrangement, more
important than the money, will spread some serious word of mouth...
internationally. Our little venture can become more than a hobby
for me and a meal ticket for you. It can become our legacy.”

This Japanese excursion was indeed drastic. But Brianna talked her
friend and business partner into contacting the renowned Ayano
Kitayama for the strict purpose of making a name for themselves and their new
business partnership.

Ms. Kitayama was the widow of the late real estate developer, Kenji
Kitayama. He made Ayano a very wealthy woman. She was in her early
forties, childless, and lived alone in Kyoto with her dogs and her
goldfish. But she was notoriously known in the city as Ayano “The
Man-eater.” She earned this moniker for her habit of picking up male
prostitutes inside hotels and offering them ungodly sums of money to
do some pretty perverted things. Needless to say, she had no return
customers.

”Did I tell you that Camilla called?” Brianna added. “She says that
the mother of one of her students offered to buy Jenny from us. I told
her that he wasn’t for sale, just rent. He IS becoming valuable, isn’t
he? Oh, and she says that she wants Jenny back next semester for a full
week. Matriculation should be doubled by then and Camilla has lots
of ideas fermenting in her brain.”

Amanda smiled as she left the kitchen and strolled to Jason’s cell
for a heart to heart talk.

”Jenny, sweetie, I want you to listen very carefully.”

Amanda sat down on the mattress beside Jason and cradled his head
against her bosom.

”I’ve done something that will make you hate me,” the Marquesa began
while soothingly stroking her slave’s hair. “I’ve rented you for an
entire month to a Japanese woman. She’ll have you picked up here a
week from Sunday and you’ll fly on a private plane. Doesn’t that sound
nice?”

Jason, gagged by that infernal phallus, looked up at Amanda’s flushed
visage. His furrowed brow indicated his concern.

”Anyway, she’s paying for all the travel expenses and has offered me
a huge some of money for your services. Unfortunately, since it’s
such a large sum I could not limit Ms. Kitayama...that’s her name...I could
not
subject her to any conditions nor hold her to any qualifications.
However, I did convince her to provide a collateral payment to
guarantee your safety. Consider it a security deposit. If she...how can I put
this? If you don’t make it back here...well, I get to keep the
deposit.

Jason started to hyperventilate.

”Sssshhhh...Relax sweetie. I’ll see you again. I promise. The only
thing is, well, I don’t know how important that deposit is to her.
It may only be a drop in the bucket for someone with her standing. She
may simply consider it a license to...”

Amanda broke off when she saw Jason start to cry. She cuddled him
and gently rocked back and forth. The slave whimpered as his Mistress
hummed a lullaby in his ear.

”I promise to make it up to you when you return,” she reassured him.

BELTED NYMPHOMANIAC by anon

Chapter 1 - The Discovery

After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me it's not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn't keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied. Because of this, my life became an endless cycle of men who cared nothing about me; some of them regular partners, but most of them were just one night stands. I tried to control my needs, but my pussy always seemed to win the battle with my mind. I would swear to myself that I wouldn't have an orgasm for one whole day, but the closest I could ever come to that was about 6 o'clock in the evening.

One day, after a particularly excessive weekend (6 different guys in 2 days), I went home and had a message on my answering machine from my friend Sonja. She said that she hadn't heard from me all weekend and was worried that I had "fallen off the wagon again". I called her, and she could immediately tell by my voice that her suspicions were true. As usual, I cried and told her that I felt so bad about what I had done, and about how much of a slut I was, but that I just couldn't control myself. This is when she first suggested it, and what she suggested would change my life. She said, "Well, if you can't control your sexual desires, have you ever thought about giving someone else control of them for you?" I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her to go on.

She continued, "I saw a special on TV about alternative sexual lifestyles. One of the subjects they talked about was the use of chastity belts. In the TV special, they discussed how chastity belts have really made a comeback in the alternative underground. They are relatively comfortable, secure, and can be worn under clothing without detection. Most of all, they prevent all contact with the genitalia underneath." I had heard of chastity belts, but I thought that they were just myths from medieval times. Sonja continued, "The article showed how couples used chastity belts to enhance their sex lives. They would wear the chastity belts for days, sometimes weeks at a time, to deprive themselves of sex. They said that the sex was much more intense and gratifying after being locked in the belt for weeks at a time." "Well, what has this got to do with me? Intense sex is not a problem with me, quite the opposite in fact," I asked. Sonja continued, "Well, if you were locked in a chastity belt you would not be able to quench your sexual desires so easily." At this point, I was very interested, and, to be honest, very aroused. I slid my hand into my panties and began to explore my already wet cunt as I continued to talk to her. !

I told her that her suggestion was very interesting and that I would research it. I got off the phone and finished the hand job that I had started. As I lay awake in bed, all I could think about was being locked up in a belt, unable to be fucked, unable even to touch myself. I came five more times that night while fantasizing about being locked in a belt.

I spent the next several evenings researching chastity belts, and decided that I would like to give one a try. I decided to buy a Neosteel. It has an all steel waistband and front shield, with a wire that goes from the bottom of the front shield to the back of the waistband, following the curve of the crack of the wearer's ass. It looked very secure. After reading about the importance of proper measurement, I decided to ask Sonja to help measure me for the chastity belt.

Chapter 2 - The Fitting

The next evening, she came over to measure me. When she came over, I was wearing blue jeans and a tube top. She laughed at me and said, "We'll never get an accurate measurement of you in that!" I decided to change into some spandex tights, but she said that the spandex would prevent her from getting an accurate measurement of the crack of my ass. Although I have seldom had a problem being naked in front of a man, I have always felt uncomfortable about being naked in front of other women, even my best friend. She assured me that this was the only way, and so I reluctantly agreed. I removed my blue jeans and noticed that, much to my embarrassment, my panties were visibly wet from my excitement. I hoped that she would not notice; I was afraid that she would get the wrong idea and think that I was excited because of her, not because of the thought of being locked in a chastity belt. My fears came true when she said, with an evil grin, "I can see, and smell, that this excites you very much."

I tried to explain to her that it wasn't how it seemed, but I don't think she believed me. I removed my panties, and tried not to think about it as I allowed another woman's hands to explore my most intimate areas. "Raise your hands over your head - it will make your waist smaller", she said. I did as she told me to. Using a paper template, she measured my waist and the distance from the front of my waist, down across my pussy, around the crack of my ass, and back up to the back of my waist. I complained that she was measuring too tightly, but she assured me that she was measuring the way the instructions said to. After she was finished, I put back on my clothes and thanked her for measuring me. I couldn't help but notice that her face was very flushed and her nipples were erect. She had experimented with lesbian relationships before she got married, but I hadn't suspected until now that she was attracted to me. After she left, I was so turned on by the thought of being locked in a belt that I couldn't pull my pants and panties off fast enough. I masturbated so many times that night that it made my clit sore.

The next day, I placed my order and prepared to spend the next couple of weeks waiting for the belt to arrive. Sexually, the next couple of weeks were a blur. There was man after man. I seemed to be on an even stronger pace than ever. The thought of being locked up and unable to orgasm made me hornier than I have ever been. I fucked like I was never going to be fucked again. After two weeks of this, the belt arrived.

Chapter 3 - The Arrival

The day the belt arrived, I was very, very excited. I immediately tore open the box and inspected the belt. It was very well made, and looked very secure. I thought to myself "I could never cut through that steel". I threw off my skirt, pantyhose, and panties and put the waistband on (without the lock). I was a little concerned about how tightly it fit. I couldn't take a full, deep breath with it on.

Next, I spread my legs slightly and pulled the front shield through, from the back. I took a sharp breath when the cold steel from the shield contacted with the warm flesh of my now soaking wet pussy. I attached the front shield and noticed how tightly it fit, and how far up the crack of my ass the rear wire went. I could feel the wire pressing against my anus. Most of all, I could feel the lips of my labia pressing through the small slit in the front of the shield. I put the optional front shield in place and then even the lips of my labia were covered. Next, I found the lock and keys (two of them), made sure that the keys actually worked, and then secured the lock on the belt. As I suspected, the "click" of the lock excited me on more than I had ever been. It took all my will to keep from removing it right then and there and finger fucking myself on the living room floor.

Instead, I walked around the room a little. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. I thought to myself, "this is going to take some getting used to, but I think I can do it." I reached down between my legs, and, strangely, was a little surprised to find that I couldn't feel my pussy at all. With the optional front shield in place, no part of my pussy was visible, or accessible. I slid my hand around to the side of the shield, and attempted to slide my index finger in, underneath the shield. I was able to push it under the shield, but not far, and I couldn't bend it to touch myself. I tried the same experiment with my little finger, with the same results. I could touch the outside of my labia, but not the inside. I couldn't touch my clit at all, and pushing a finger deeper into my pussy was clearly impossible. My hand continued to explore, and wound up behind me, attempting to access my sex from the back. At this angle, I could touch the very bottom of my pussy, but would have had to be double jointed to get a finger anywhere close to inside of me.

Although it is not my favourite, I have in the past let men fuck me in the ass. I decided to attempt to insert my finger into my anus, to see if anal sex would still be possible. I could touch my anus with my finger, but couldn't insert it more than about three quarters of an inch. I don't know what I was thinking, but I got out my favourite vibrator and decided to try to play with it. I turned it on and pressed it against the metal front shield. I would feel the vibrations on my waist and on my thighs, where the front shield touched, but I couldn't feel anything in my pussy. I tried to push it into me from behind, but this clearly was impossible. Next, I found my smallest vibrator and tried to push it into my asshole. It wouldn't fit around the bar. I tried to insert a pen, and it would only fit about 1 inch - not enough to do anything with. By now, I was so horny I could barely see straight. I took off the belt and quickly fucked myself to an orgasm. I put the belt back on and decided to go over to Sonja's to show her. I put one key on my key chain, and left the other one at home.

When I got to Sonja's, she could see from the excitement on my face that I was wearing the belt. "Well?" she asked. Fortunately, Bill, her husband, was working late so I could tell her all about my evening. As I was telling her about wearing it and attempting to touch myself, I could sense she was getting aroused. She asked, "Well, who are you going to have to keep your keys?" "What?" I asked, rather alarmed by her question. She explained, "Well dummy, if you have access to the keys, then a chastity belt doesn't work because you can remove it any time you want." I don't know why, or how, but I hadn't really thought of that. I said, "I don't know, maybe I can just keep the keys at home." She lifted her eyebrows, saying, with her facial expressions and without having to speak, "You know that will never work". I told her that I didn't know anyone who I could trust with the keys. I mean, any guy that had my keys could just turn me into his own personal sex slave.

She said "How would you feel about me keeping your keys for you?" I immediately objected. I told her it would just be too weird to have to ask her to remove the belt. She tried to convince me, but I would hear none of it. After I left her apartment, I still had what she said on my mind. I decided to stop at a bar, but just for a drink.

At the bar, I felt like I had this huge secret that I wanted everyone to know about. I was so horny just wondering if anyone noticed my belt. I met a man there and took him back to my place. When we got there, we began to kiss. I reached my hand down and rubbed his crotch. He reached down to rub mine, and I could tell from the expression on his face that he was surprised by what he felt. I took off my pants and could tell by the bulge in his pants that he liked what he saw. I asked him "Do you want to fuck me?" He, of course, replied "Yes". I wanted to fuck him too. I was so horny that my hands were shaking as I was trying to unlock the lock. When I got the belt off, he fucked me till we both came. After he was finished he left and I felt empty again. I knew that I couldn't keep control of my own keys.

Chapter 4 - The Relinquishing of the Keys

The following day, I thought a lot about who I should give my keys to. Someone I work with? No way! I didn't even want them to know about the belt? My parents? Again, there was no way I could let them know I was wearing the belt. Sonja was the only logical choice; plus, she already knew about the belt and she already told me she was willing to do it. I had known her since we were sixteen and I trusted her with my life. I called her that evening and asked her to come over so we could talk about my belt. She came over and I told her that I was considering giving her my keys. Again, she said she was willing to hold my keys for me, but she said that there would have to be some conditions. I asked her what the conditions would be.

She said "First, we would have to set a time period for me to hold your keys, second, we would have to agree under what circumstances you would be released from your belt, and third, you would have to abide by my control of your keys." I asked how long she thought we should try this for. She suggested a month, but I was afraid of not having control of my sex for that long. I told her I only wanted to test this for a week. She accepted the time period of a week. Next, she suggested that she have complete discretion over when I was released from my belt, with the exception of medical emergencies. I told her that I didn't feel comfortable with that and I wanted to be released daily. She said that she would not agree to that and would only hold my key if she had complete discretion for the entire week. Reluctantly, I agreed.

Next, she said "Listen, if I am going to do this, I don't want to lose you as a friend because of this. You have to understand that anything I do during this week is because you are my friend and I care about you. You can't get mad at me if I don't release you from your belt during the week." I agreed with her terms, knowing that she would release me early if I really, really wanted her to. She asked if I was wearing the belt. I wasn't, so she told me to go put it on. I went in the other room and prepared to put the belt on. I pulled my pants off. I was excited, nervous, and extremely horny. My breath was short with anticipation. I could tell that my panties were becoming very wet. I considered getting out my vibrator for one last orgasm, but I knew Sonja was waiting and I didn't have time.

I removed my panties, relishing the way they felt against my bare skin. I knew that I wouldn't feel anything except cold steel against my skin for the next week. I secured the waistband, and then pulled the front shield around in front of me. Before positioning the shield in place, I slid my finger over my soaked clit one last time and lied to myself when I said "you can do this; it's just for one week". As the cold steel of the shield touched my pussy, I gasped and bit my lip. I secured the shield, along with the additional front shied, then attached the lock and locked it. I could feel the shield pressing tightly against my pussy, pushing the lips of my labia through the slit in the shield, keeping my pussy securely positioned in the centre of the shield. My hands were shaking and my knees were weak at the thought of losing control of my sex for a week. I put my panties back on (I have no idea why I even bothered) and then my jeans. I went into the other room, where Sonja was waiting.

She asked, "Well? Did you put it on?" "Yes", I replied. She asked me for the keys, and I gave her one of the keys. She said "Cindy, I know that this belt comes with two keys... Where's the other one?" I sighed, knowing that I was caught, and went into the other room and got the other key. As I was about to hand the key over to Sonja, I began to have second thoughts. Sonja held out her hand and assured me that I was making the right decision. I reluctantly handed over the second key - I now had truly lost control of my sex for an entire week - how was I going to make it? Sonja clutched the keys in her hand, and, with a smile, announced that I had made the right decision.

She told me that given my past record she wanted to inspect the fit of the belt. She told me to pull my pants down. I did as she told me to. First, she inspected the lock to insure that it was secure. Next, she pulled on the waistband and tried to slide it down, up, and to the side. She told me to put my hands over my head and keep them there. I did and she again tried to shift the waistband. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the shield. She pulled on the shield, insuring that it was secure. Next, she tried to slide her fingers in underneath the shield. She began up near the waistband, where she could fit two fingers in under the shield. She slid her fingers down, under the shield, until it was too tight for her fingers to continue down any more. They were still several inches away from my pussy. Satisfied, she told me to turn around and bend over. I did and she again pulled on the shield to make sure that it was secure at the bottom. She tried to slide a finger in under the shield from the back and seemed satisfied that she could not. Next, she said "Okay, it looks like this belt is pretty secure. I'm sure it will do fine. I need to get home soon, before Bill gets home from work". I asked her not to tell Bill about the belt, and she agreed.

Chapter 5 - The Week Long Belting

About an hour after she left, I was hornier than I had ever been in my entire life. My clit ached to be touched and my pussy yearned to be filled. I decided to try again to defeat the belt. I removed my clothes and lay down on my bed. I spread my legs apart as wide as I could, and tried to fit any finger underneath the front shield. It was no use. Next, flipped over on my bed, got on my knees, spread my legs apart, and tried to reach my pussy from behind. I couldn't get my finger in far enough to do any good. I knew I could touch my anus, so I began to wonder if I could make myself orgasm by rubbing my anus. I got a little baby oil and put it on my asshole, then began to rub it with my finger. After 45 minutes of rubbing my asshole, my pussy was soaking wet with excitement, I was very stimulated, but I wasn't close to reaching an orgasm. I tried to rub my nipples with the baby oil, but again I was unable to reach orgasm. I was so horny I knew I absolutely had to cum. I got dressed and rushed over to Sonja's.

Much to my dismay, Bill answered the door. I was hoping that he had not made it home yet. I told him that I needed to talk to Sonja. He let me in and showed me into the living room, where Sonja was sitting on the couch. Bill said that he was really tired and was going to bed. I was relieved that I would be able to talk to Sonja in private. After he left, I spoke. "Sonja, I've made a terrible mistake; you have to give me the keys back." "Why?" she asked. "I can't make it a whole week. I just can't do it. I have to get this off of me tonight!" I said. She said "A deal is a deal. Cindy, this is what you agreed to; this is what you wanted. If I gave you back the keys, you and I both know that you would just regret it tomorrow." "Listen", I said, “I have to cum. Just let me out for twenty minutes; I'll go into the bathroom and take care of it." "Cindy, my husband is here and what you have just asked me for is inappropriate. I just can't let you out tonight" she said. "But... You have to. I just can't wait" I pleaded. "No, and that's my final decision." she said. Completely discouraged and unbelievably frustrated, I left. I cried all the way home.

That night, I didn't sleep for hours. I couldn't stop thinking about the cold steel barrier between my legs. I wanted that damn belt off more than anything in the world - no, I take that back, I wanted to cum more than anything. I kept reaching down between my legs, hoping that I would somehow be able to touch my sex; I couldn't. This was the first time since I was fourteen that I didn't have at least one orgasm before I went to sleep. The next morning, I got up and went to work. At work, I could barely do my job. I was so distracted that I couldn't think about anything except for the damn belt. My clit needed to be touched so bad that it was tingling. I decided that I would go over to Sonja's right after work, before Bill got home, and demand that she unlock me. The day lasted an eternity, but five o'clock finally arrived. I left work and rushed over to Sonja's.

Sonja answered the door. "Sonja", I said, "You have to unlock me. I have to get this belt off. I have to cum." She replied, "Cindy, don't you remember agreeing to abide by my decisions on the belt? Don't you?" "Well... Yes... But..." I mumbled. "Well...” she interrupted, "This is my decision. The belt stays locked." "LISTEN, YOU BITCH", I shouted, "LET ME OUT OF THIS GOD DAMMED BELT RIGHT NOW!" I immediately regretted what I said. Sonja looked shocked. She could see that I was desperate. She sighed, and agreed to release me. She said "I will open the shield, but the waistband stays locked. You can have the shield off for thirty minutes, and then I am locking it back on you. You can have some privacy in my bedroom. That's the most I am willing to do." Relieved, I accepted her terms. I knew that she would break if I could convince her how urgent my need was, and I was right. I unzipped my pants, exposing the lock to her. She excused herself, and went into the other room to get the key. She came back and unlocked the lock, pulled the front shield clear of the waistband, and the locked the waistband back on me. I excused myself into the bedroom and quickly closed the door.

Quickly, I stripped my pants off, then my panties. I couldn't wait to "take care of business". I only wished that I had thought to bring my vibrator; oh well; my fingers would have to do. Lying on the bed with the front shield hanging between my legs was awkward and a little uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to complain. I reached down between my legs and was delighted to feel my cunt. I slid two fingers from my left hand into my pussy, and used two fingers from my right hand to rub my soaking wet, swollen clit. I came almost immediately. I was convinced that Sonja could hear me in the other room but I didn't care. I came one more time, and was building up to what felt like was going to be a huge orgasm when Sonja barged into the room. There I was, naked, legs spread, with two fingers in my pussy and two more on my clit. I was so close to orgasm, but as soon as I heard her open the door I scrambled for the covers. I was so embarrassed that she had seen me that way.

"Thirty minutes is up", she said. "Ok, I just need a few more minutes", I replied, hoping that she would agree. "Cindy, a deal is a deal. Pull the front shield back up", she demanded. "I was just about to cum. I was so close. I have to finish", I pleaded. "You came twice; I could hear you all the way in living room. Pull the front shield up NOW!" she insisted. I knew it was no use, so I reluctantly reached down and pulled the shield up. She unlocked the lock, secured the front shield, and locked the lock back in place. After she was convinced that the lock was properly secured, she left the room and allowed me to get cleaned up and dressed. As I was leaving her apartment, I thanked her for releasing me and apologized for leaving a wet spot on her bed spread. She told me that this was the only time that she was going to cave in, but I knew that if I convinced her once, I could do it again - she's always been sort of a pushover. I went home and slept much better that night.

The next day, I knew I had to have another orgasm that night. I went to Sonja's that night, and again convinced her to unlock the belt. This became my routine that entire week. Each day I went to Sonja's, and each day she caved in and released me from my belt. At the end of the week, I was pleased with myself for not having had sex with a man the entire week. That was the first week since I was sixteen that I had not been laid at least once in a week. I felt a real since of satisfaction, even though I knew that the belt was the only reason why I hadn't tried to get laid. On the last day of our agreement, I rushed over to Sonja's to be released from my belt. I got there and announced that the week was up. With a disgusted look on her face, she went and got the keys. "What's wrong?” I asked. "You have made a complete mockery of this whole week. You learned nothing, and you accomplished nothing" she announced. "What do you mean nothing? I haven't had sex for a whole week...” I reasoned. "Only because you have been locked in this belt. You have no willpower whatsoever. Never again ask me to hold your keys", she blurted out. I couldn't believe she felt that way, but I didn't want to argue with her about it right now. I wanted to get that damn belt off so I could go get laid. She handed me the keys; I thanked her and then left. I rushed home, tore off the belt, and fucked myself with my favourite vibrator to two orgasms. After that, I got dressed up and went out for a night on the town, without the belt.

That weekend, I fucked more men that I can count. I know I slept with at least eight men, probably more. At the end of the weekend, I again felt more empty and alone than I could bear. I knew that just one week in the belt hadn't helped me any at all. I knew I needed to wear the belt longer; I just didn't know if I would be able to convince Sonja to hold my keys again.

Chapter 6 - The Contract

Monday morning, I put my belt on under my clothes and went to work. After work, I went over to Sonja's. It was the first time I had spoken to her since she gave me back my keys. She answered the door and looked at me with a hint of displeasure. I could tell that she knew what I was going to ask her to do. She invited me in and we went into her living room. I told her that I wanted her to hold my keys again. She refused, saying that I had made a mockery of the entire week. I told her that I would do better and I pleaded with her to hold my keys for another week. She said that she would think about it and then she asked me to leave. I left, and headed for home. On the way home, I stopped by a bar and picked up a guy. We went back to my house and fucked like madmen. After he left, I cried. I hoped and prayed that Sonja would decide to hold my keys again.

The next day, I called Sonja from work and asked her if she had reconsidered. She said that she had, and would hold my keys, but only if I completely agreed to her conditions. She told me to come over that evening, wearing the belt, with both keys. Excited, I rushed home after work, put on the belt, got the keys, and hurried over to her apartment to hear her conditions. On my way over, I realized that I had been in such a hurry that I had forgotten to masturbate. I wondered when my next opportunity to cum would be. I considered going back to my place for a quick orgasm but I decided to continue over to Sonja's. When I got there, she asked if I was wearing the belt. I lifted my skirt and showed her that I was. She led me into the living room, where a piece of paper was laying on the coffee table. The title of the paper read "Chastity Belt Contract". I was uneasy, but I sat down. She pushed the paper towards me, and I picked it up and read it. It read as follows:

Chastity Belt Contract

I, Cindy, agree to give complete control of my genitalia to Sonja for an unspecified period of time to be determined solely by Sonja. I agree to wear a chastity belt to prevent all contact with my genitalia for as long as Sonja deems necessary. I accept that Sonja may, but is not required to, allow the removal of the chastity belt for any of the following reasons: medical emergencies, hygiene, masturbation, and sexual intercourse. Furthermore, to help discourage annoying behaviour, I explicitly agree that Sonja can not release me for at least 24 hours after any time that I request or demand to be released. I accept these terms freely, and with full knowledge, and hereby forfeit any rights to challenge this document in the future.

Signed, _________

I, Sonja, agree to accept complete control of Cindy's genitalia for an unspecified period of time deemed necessary by myself. I agree to hold the keys to Cindy's chastity belt until I feel that Cindy's behaviour has been adequately modified. I agree to allow Cindy to be released from her belt at least once weekly, for thirty minutes, under terms and conditions to be determined solely by myself. I agree to allow her to, if she wishes, have sex through stimulation of the clitoris in a manner to be determined solely by myself until an orgasm is achieved, at least once weekly. This sex will be without a partner or with a partner of my choice, at my sole discretion. To help discourage annoying behaviour, I agree that, under no circumstances, shall Cindy be released from her belt for at least 24 hours after any time that she requests or demands to be released.

Signed, _________

"I'm not signing this", I exclaimed. "Well, that's the only way that I will agree to do this", she smugly replied. "You want me to give over control to you indefinitely? I can't do that; I won't do that", I replied. "Okay, suit yourself. But, if you read my part of the contract you will see that I will allow you to have sex at least once weekly, if you want to", she answered. I thought very hard about it. I knew that I brought this on myself with all my whining last week. I knew that her bark was worse than her bite and that if I really needed to, I could convince her to release me. Besides, most women I know don't even have sex once a week. If they can do it, so can I. "OK, OK, I'll do it", I sighed. She handed me a pen and I signed the document before I could second guess myself. She signed it too, and asked me for my keys. I held out my hand with the keys in my palm. She took the keys from my hand, looked at me with a slight grin and said, "This is going to change your life". At the time, I had no idea how true her statement was...

Chapter 7 - The First Strict Enforcement

I didn't sleep at all that night. The next day, after work, I went over to Sonja's house to convince her to release me, as usual. When I got there, I asked her to let me out. She said "Cindy, not only will I not do that, but according to our contract. I now can't let you out for at least 24 hours." I argued, "Look, I know what the contract said, but I really need to...” she closed the door in my face. I couldn't believe it. I rang the doorbell and she just shouted through the door, "Cindy, go home, we're not going to go through this again". "GOD DAMMIT, YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW SONJA" I screamed, "GIVE ME MY FUCKING KEYS, YOU FUCKING WHORE CUNT!" She never did answer the door, but the apartment doorman came by in a couple of minutes to "escort" me out of the building. I couldn't believe what that bitch had done. I was pissed.

That night was a long night. I regretted what I had done and hoped that Sonja didn't take it personally. I decided to go back there the following day and try a nicer approach. My pussy ached to be touched - it had been over 48 hours since the last time I came. The following day, after work I went back to Sonja's. When she answered the door, I apologized to her for my behaviour the following day. My apology wasn't sincere, but I really wanted to be released from the belt and I knew that I would have to be nice to convince her to do it. I would have told her anything to let me out of that belt. She let me in and we sat down on the couch.

"Well?" I asked. "Well, what?" she replied. "Never mind" I said in a rejected tone. "Oh, so that's what this is all about? You think that if you are nice to me I will release you? Dream on sister. I'm still a little pissed about being called a whore cunt. You had better learn fast to be a little more respectful of me - after all, I decide how long you wear that thing. It could be a week, or it could be years..." she said in an angry tone, with a wicked smile on her face. I was speechless; Sonja had never spoken to me that way. "Come back Saturday night for your weekly release and sex, if you want" she seethed. At that, she dismissed me. I cried that entire night. I didn't dare disturb her for the rest of the week. By Saturday night, I was so ready to cum that I couldn't think straight. My clit felt like it was swollen to the size of a d-cell battery and it tingled so badly it hurt. It had been five days since I had last had an orgasm and I needed to feel something inside of me. I made sure not to forget to pack my favourite vibrator. Excited and horny beyond belief, I hurried over to Sonja's.

Chapter 8 - The Secret Revealed, and the Revenge

When I arrived at Sonja's, I was surprised by the way she was dressed. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black paten leather thigh high boots. The boots came up to about two inches below her skirt, and I could see from the skin exposed that she was not wearing panty hose. "Did I come at a bad time?” I asked. I didn't want to piss her off, so I decided to be on my best behaviour. "No, no, come inside" she replied. She led me into the living room, and we sat on the couch. "Where's Bill?" I asked. "He's out of town on business this weekend, we're all alone" she replied. "Why are you dressed like that, are you going out tonight?" I asked, puzzled at her intentions. "Maybe", she replied. "Well, you told me to come back Saturday night for sex, and so here I am. I brought my favourite toy and I have been really looking forward to this" I said in an excited tone.

"Well... First we need to talk" she said in a mischievous voice, "I don't know if you know this, but Bill and I have been having some marital problems. He cheated on me last year, he had an affair, and I have been unable to forgive him for it. We haven't had sex since then and, honestly, I am only still with him for the financial support". "Oh my God Sonja, I'm so sorry to hear that", I gasped. "It's okay Cindy; it really isn't as much of a loss as you might think. Before we were married, the sex was okay, but after a couple of years of marriage, things began to change. I don't know if I have ever told you this, but the only way I can have an orgasm is with stimulation to my clit. I really don't even like vaginal intercourse - it hurts me - and I only let my husband fuck me for his pleasure. Well, before we were married he would at least eat me out before he fucked me. After a couple of years of marriage he wouldn't even do that. Do you remember my lesbian phase back when I was younger?"

"Yes, I remember, but I never understood why you did it. You never seemed to love your girlfriends, and the whole thought of being with another woman is disgusting" I replied. She answered "Well, I don't think I was ever really a lesbian. I really felt the same way you do, but a lot of men won't go down on a woman, and even the ones that did could never do as good of a job as any woman who ate me. The fact is, I prefer the feel of a woman's mouth. They know what feels good, so they know how to make me feel good. I didn't like returning the favour, but I knew that if I didn't they would never eat me again. It was disgusting, but I ate them so they would eat me."

"What has this got to do with me?" I nervously asked. She answered "Well, I'm getting to that. Remember when I said that Bill had an affair? Well, I know that he had it with you." All the blood drained out of my face. What she said was true, but I just couldn't believe that she knew. "No Sonja, that's just not true" I pleaded. "Oh, shut the fuck up, you little whore" she said calmly, "I followed him to your little meeting place. That was when I vowed to get you back. I didn't know then how I was going to do it, but now I do." My heart was beating like a rabbit, and I was truly scared. I was afraid of what she had in mind, but I didn't want to think about it. She continued, "I know you fucked him at least 20 times, and you are going to tongue fuck me at least 100 times for each time you fucked him. You are going to get so used to eating my little cunt that you will dream of it in your sleep." "Give me my keys, right now" I demanded in a firm voice.

"Shut the fuck up and listen you whore", she sneered back. "You can't make do this. I won't do it. The contract said nothing about having sex with you." I said. She replied "True, but if you ever want to feel that nasty pussy or yours again, you will do what the fuck I say, when the fuck I tell you to do it." I replied "Fuck you. Give me my keys now or I will go to the police." "You can do that if you want, but let me show you something first", she replied. She reached over and picked up the remote control for the television. She turned on the television and then pressed play on the VCR. The image that appeared on the TV shocked me. It was me, on her bed, with my fingers in my pussy masturbating like the end of the world was coming. "You taped me?" I asked. "It sure looks that way, and if you don't want this to go to everyone you know - your friends, your co-workers, your boss, and your parents - you won't go to the police, and you won't try to remove the belt. Understood?" she asked. I was caught. I couldn't live with myself if my family saw that tape. I knew I had no choice but to cooperate. "What about the contract?" I asked, "You agreed to let me out of the chastity belt once a week to have sex. You have never been a liar, aren't you going to honour your word?"

"Well Cindy" she replied, "I will honour the contract, but re-read the contract. It says that you will be released once a week, and it says that you can have sex at lease once a week, but it doesn't say that you will be released to have sex. If you want, you will be restrained and I will remove your belt for 30 minutes once each week." "Well, what about the orgasm? How am I supposed to have an orgasm with that damn belt on?" I demanded. Sonja smugly replied "It said that you could have sex through stimulation of the clitoris until an orgasm is achieved, if you wanted. It didn't say what kind of sex or whose clit was going to get stimulated. I, unlike the President, consider oral sex to be sex. If you want, you can have sex; in other words, pleasure me with your tongue, at least once a week. If you do a good job, I might occasionally let you pleasure yourself. Rest assured, however, that it will be a very long time before you will feel a hard cock inside that nasty fuck hole of yours."

I began to cry. "Sonja, you can't do this, you just can't" I begged. "Oh, I can, and I will" she replied. I could smell the strong scent of her sexual excitement from the other side of the couch. This was exciting her tremendously. "This is how the game works", she continued "You will be held in that belt at least until you repay me with 2000 orgasms; that's 100 for every one that you gave my husband. If you do a good job, and you are an obedient little slave, I might allow you buy an orgasm for yourself by selling me back ten of mine. For example, if you have tongue fucked me 20 times; you only owe me 1980 more orgasms. If you have done a good job and I choose to allow you to pleasure yourself, it will cost you ten of the orgasms you gave me and you will then owe me 1990 orgasms." At that, she lifted her skirt and spread her legs to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was freshly shaven, with a large mound of pubic hair above it. It was also very wet.

"Get on your knees" she demanded. "I'm not touching that" I replied. "Fine, then get the fuck out of my house, and don't come back until you have learned to respect my orders" she shouted. At that, she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me outside. She slammed the door behind her and I laid there, on the ground sobbing. I couldn't believe that this was happening. This time, I left before the doorman could get there. I went home and cried. I tried like hell to get that damn belt off. I tried to pick the lock with a paper clip, like in the movies, but it was useless. I had to feel my pussy, but I couldn't. I hated Sonja for what she was doing. I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, I decided to call Sonja. Maybe this was all just a joke. Maybe she just wanted to teach me a lesson. Maybe she would release me today. I called her, but when she heard my voice, she asked only one question: "Are you ready to obey my orders?" I said "Sonja, can't we talk about this? Will you please let me out of this belt?" Sonja replied by simply repeating "Are you ready to obey my orders?" I pleaded "Sonja, please. I can't do that, I just can't. I'm not gay and I don't think I could bring myself to do what you have asked me to do." The phone went dead - that bitch had just hung up on me. I seriously considered calling her back and telling her that I would do it, but I just couldn't. I am not gay and I couldn't bring myself to touch another woman in an intimate way.

Chapter 8 - The First Submission

By the next Saturday my pussy hadn't been touched in twelve days. I knew that if I ever wanted to get feel it again I was going to have to do something. I decided that I would give in to Sonja's demands. I would rub Sonja's clit with my hand until she came. That would probably be enough for her and maybe she would let me out of this damn belt. I called her and again asked "Are you ready to obey my orders?" "Yes", I whispered. "What did you say? Speak louder" she demanded. "YES!" I said, "I'll obey your orders." I couldn't believe that I had said it. I didn't know how I was going to go through with this. "I want you to pleasure me with your tongue. Say you will pleasure me with your tongue." she demanded. "I will pleasure you" I said in a timid voice. "How will you pleasure me?" she asked. "With my hands" I replied. "No, you slut, you'll do it with your tongue. Do you understand me?" she snapped.

I was hoping that using my hands would be enough, but it looked like Sonja had other plans for me. "Okay", I whispered. "Okay what?" she demanded, "I want to hear you say what you are going to do and how you are going to do it." Defeated, I replied "I... I will pleasure you... I will pleasure you with my tongue. Are you happy now?" "Look you little whore; you had better lose that attitude quick. Leave your door unlocked, I'll be over in thirty minutes. I want you to be on the floor, kneeling, waiting for me, and wearing only your chastity belt when I arrive. If you don't obey all of these conditions I'll walk back out the door and we won't talk again for a month." she demanded. With that she hung up the phone before I could reply. I drank a glass of wine, removed my clothes, and knelt down on the floor, and waited for her to arrive.

As I knelt there waiting, all I could think about was how I could get out of this situation. Thirty minutes passed and still Sonja had not arrived. Forty, then fifty minutes passed. I was afraid she wasn't going to show up but I didn't dare move. After a full hour had passed, the door opened and Sonja came walking in. She was wearing a black overcoat. Before I could say a word she spoke, "The only thing that you are to use your tongue for this evening is to give me pleasure. You are not to speak unless I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand." "But Sonja..." I began. She cut me off and said "You stupid whore, you don't get it. I said you are not to speak. I'll give you another month to think about it." She turned around and began to leave. "No! Wait! I'll be good; I promise I won't say another word! Please don't go!" I pleaded.

She walked to the door, locked it, and turned back around. Without saying a word, she walked straight up to me, took my hair in her hands and led me into the bedroom on my knees, by my hair, forcing my nose close to her ass. When we were in the bedroom she threw her overcoat onto the floor. She was wearing the same outfit as last Saturday night - a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black patent leather thigh high boots. I could smell the strong scent of her pussy and could tell that she was very, very aroused. I could not say the same for myself. I was so nervous that I was sick to my stomach. How was I going to do this? I couldn't bring myself to lick her, but I knew that is what she expected me to do. For the first time since I put on the belt, I wasn't horny. I wanted to be anywhere except in that bedroom.

Sonja wasted no time. She sat down on the edge of my bed, facing me. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal her pussy to me. As I expected, she was again wearing no panties. "Crawl over here on your hands and knees and get to work on my pussy" she demanded. I mouthed, "Please...” not really saying it, just moving my mouth to form the word.”Do it, you little whore!" she barked. I did as I was told and slowly began to craw towards her. With each foot I moved forward, I frantically tried to think of some way out of this. Maybe I could still just use my hands. Maybe she wouldn't notice. The closer I got to her, the stronger the smell was from her cunt. When I got to her, I paused, and then began to kiss her thigh high boot. I looked up at her and she seemed to be enjoying the moment, but I knew that she would quickly grow impatient with me kissing her boot. I moved up, and began to kiss her thigh. Maybe if I kissed her thighs I could get away with just giving her a hand job. I reached my right hand up and reluctantly placed it on her crotch. Her pussy was very hot, and very wet. I know that all women are different, but she was much wetter than I am when I am aroused. The juice was already beginning to flow down from her pussy and was about to reach her anus.

She gasped when I touched her pussy with my hand. I looked up and she had tilted her head back. I could tell that she was really enjoying this. I slid two fingers into her pussy and began to rub her clit with my thumb. She began to moan and I began to think that I might be able to get away with using my hands and not my mouth. After about a minute, she lifted her leg, placed it on my shoulder, and pushed me away from her. "Stand up and turn around" she commanded. I did as I was told. I heard as I felt something metal clasp around my right wrist. Before I could react, she had pulled both wrists behind my back and I felt the same clasp around my left wrist. I immediately knew that she had just locked me in handcuffs. "You were cheating" she said smugly. "You know that you are to service me with your tongue, and you were trying to get away with not doing it. This is what happens to bad little slave - they get handcuffed. Get back down on your knees and put your tongue where your thumb was. NOW!" she demanded. Slowly, I lowered myself in between her legs and began to kiss her thighs again. "I'm getting impatient..." she said, almost singing it. I knew what she meant; I knew that I could stall no longer.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and tried to kiss her clit, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. "Please don’t make mmmmphhhh!" I sobbed as she grabbed my hair with both hands and forced my mouth onto her waiting cunt. I closed my lips tightly but I could feel the wetness of her cunt against my lips and face. My nose was buried deeply into her thick mound of pubic hair. "LICK!" she commanded. My first impulse was to bite her hard, but I thought about my situation and decided that it would be a mistake. I was terrified. I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt like I was going to throw up. "LICK!" she again ordered, this time pulling my hair so hard that I wanted to scream out in pain. I had no choice but to do as I was told. I opened my mouth, put my lips around her clit and began to lick her with my tongue.

Ugh, I hated the taste of her cunt. She began to moan loudly. "FASTER!" she commanded. I rubbed my tongue up and down her clit as quickly as I could. Her grip on my hair eased up slightly but I continued to lick furiously because I was afraid of what she would do if I stopped. I tried to think of something else - warm beaches, shopping, anything - but all I could think about was the fact that I was being forced to lick another woman's pussy. I wished more than anything that I hadn't had the affair with Bill. All the times he fucked me were not worth even one second of being forced to eat Sonja's pussy, and I feared that this was only the first of many, many times. After twenty minutes of sheer hell, I could tell that Sonja was getting close to having an orgasm.

"Thank God" I thought to myself, "This will all be over soon". As I continued to lick, she began to moan louder, and then to scream. She forced my mouth onto her crotch even harder and began to grind her pussy up and down my mouth as she screamed "Oh God! I'm going to cum! Make me cum you little whore!" Her legs began to quiver violently and I could tell that she was beginning to orgasm. Then, I felt something warm and wet squirt out all over my chin and neck. Her entire body went into convulsions and she screamed "Oh God yes! Oh God yes! Oh God yes!" Next, she pulled my mouth away from her pussy but forced my face onto her pussy and rubbed her pussy all over it, covering my face with her wetness.

Next, she forced my nose deep into her slit and held me there while she recovered from her orgasm. As I knelt there with my nose inside her pussy, waiting obediently for her to allow me to pull my head away, I felt more humiliated than I ever had in my entire life. After a minute, she looked down at me and said "That was barely acceptable, but I will let it slide because it was your first time. You had better learn quick how to do a better job or you will never feel your nasty little pussy again. Look at the mess you've made. You let my cum get all over my legs and ass. Lick me clean." The warmth that I had felt squirt against my chin when she came was actually ejaculation. I had heard that some women did actually ejaculate when they came, but I didn't think it was true. The fluid was thicker and had a much stronger taste and smell than her regular juices - and there was a lot of it, at least as much as any man I had blown.

Already defeated, I swallowed hard and did as I was told. I licked all the juices off her thighs, and then off her ass; taking care not to lick her anus. "You missed a spot" she purred, as she pushed my head down to her asshole. I licked the juice off her anus. "Very good, my slave", now swallow" she ordered as she lifted my head from between her thighs. I swallowed her cum as I was told to do. "Just think, one down, One thousand nine hundred ninety nine to go" she said with a wicked smile. I cried as she got up and put on her coat. She walked over and unlocked the handcuffs and put them in the pocket of her coat.

"Please, please, I'm begging you; please release me from this belt. I promise that what happened with Bill will never, ever happen again. Just please, set me free" I sobbed. "You're right, it will never happen again. You made your own bed, you little slut, when you fucked my husband. Now you're going to lay in it whether you want to or not. Expect to do this all again tomorrow" she said as she walked out the door.

I ran to the door and locked it, and then ran to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth for ten minutes, then jumped in the shower and held my face under the scalding hot water until I couldn't stand it anymore. I scrubbed and scrubbed to try to get her juices off of me, but I just couldn't seem to scrub enough to feel clean. After about an hour in the shower, I dried off and went to bed. This had been the worst day of my entire life, but I feared that it was only one of many, many to come. I knew that Sonja would expect the same thing the following evening.

My clit ached to be touched the way that I had touched Sonja's earlier, but I feared that it would be a long, long time before Sonja would let me have an orgasm. I cried myself to sleep, wondering how I was going to bring myself to do it all again the next evening.

Blind Date for Jason (part 3)

Australian Holiday

Lady Mowbray treated the twins very well and they loved her for
it. She gave them everything they could ever want or hope for.
Amanda first met the duo three years earlier when they were
sixteen. She was having breakfast alone one Sunday morning
when she spotted them about five tables away. They looked
like sewer rats, she thought, and were voraciously scoffing
down a breakfast bigger than she had ever seen. Susie and
Sarah kept the suspicious waiter on his toes and kept ordering
more and more food, juice, and coffee. When the girls finally
had their fill, they tried to sneak away without paying. With
barely a foot on the sidewalk, the waiter caught them and the
manager threatened to call the police. That’s where Amanda
interceded. She felt compassion for the girls and introduced
herself to the manager as their aunt and offered to pay the
bill, suggesting that it all was just a silly misunderstanding.
A little something extra added to the amount on the bill made
the manager quite happy.

Amanda and her two new friends went for a walk in the cool Sunday
air. Sarah explained that they were runaways and had been
living on the streets for the past year. Their stepfather
verbally abused them and physically abused their mother. One
day, Susie told him that she’d had enough and threatened to call
the police if he ever laid another hand on their mom again.
Their step dad was drunk and literally knocked Susie out with an
uppercut to the jaw. When Sarah begged her mother to call for
help, she did nothing and even suggested that Susie deserved it.
Two hours later, both sisters hit the road, never to be seen
again in that household.

On the streets, the girls were a lot smarter than in school.
The twins were something of a paradox. They had street smarts,
intuition, but not a lot of common sense. They managed to
survive without getting raped or selling their bodies. Not
that those young forms were not on the market. Susie and Sarah
would often lure what they called “dirty dog perverts” into an
alley for a bout of oral sex. But the only “oral” that these men
would receive would be a mouthful of gravel. Sarah would usually
hit them over the head from behind as Sarah knelt in front of him.
The poor sap’s wallet was their prize.

Amanda offered to take the sisters into her spacious residence
and give them a place to call home. She cleaned them up and
eventually moulded them into ladies. Well...sort of.

”They never did get to live a normal childhood,” Amanda thought.
”I guess that they deserve one now.”

But this was no ordinary or idealized Ozzie and Harriet home life.
That’s for sure.

Susie took her turn and straddled Jason, facing his head.

”Ride ‘em cowboy! Yee-ha!”

Susie impaled herself on her faux stallion’s tortured organ and rode
him hard. She pretended that his ears were stirrups and ground her
bare toes into them. She grabbed his lead and slid up and down the
frustrated shaft.

”Giddyap!”

Up to the purple wet tip and down hard on his tender balls she went.
The redhead’s weight, however light, nearly knocked the wind out of
Jason’s lungs. Sarah handed her a riding crop which Susie used to
batter Jason’s legs. There was no relief yet in sight for the
yearning captive. Not until Amanda decided.

”It’s my cock now, girls,” she told them the night before. “But
I could always loan it to you, like my jewellery.”

Sarah finally got her chance and booked ticket on the Jason express.
She described the sensations as exquisite.

”Wow! It’s the best of both world’s: it’s a vibrator and a penis.
I just wonder if we could return it if it breaks,” Sarah joked.

While Sarah achieved her first orgasm, Susie decided to make her own
fun. Amanda stepped out of the room to make a telephone call, so the
young girl found a feather from a flower arrangement and brought it
to Jason’s right foot. Sarah had her back to the slave and saw the
mischief that her sister was up to.

”You wouldn’t?”

”Oh, wouldn’t I?

Susie tickled poor Jason’s foot unmercifully. His muffled laughter
was followed by muffled pleas to stop. He was having a hard enough time
breathing. If Amanda hadn’t come back in time, who knows what might
have happened.

”That’s enough girls. Show’s over.”

”How about the other buttons?” the twins said simultaneously.

”I’m saving that for a very special occasion I have planned for
tomorrow. We’re having a very special guest over for lunch.”

Jason barely heard the words as his agonized cock dripped with
unfulfilled lust.

Justine Boulanger arrived right on schedule as the chauffeured
Mercedes drove past the front gate. She was as Jason had described
her to Amanda. Nearly eight years later and she still looked like
the fresh-faced college girl who swept Jason off his feet.

Justine was greeted at the front door by Amanda herself, eager to
eat up this rich French dish.

”Pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,”
Amanda started.

”Only good, I hope,” Justine answered with a tinge of a French
accent. “Bonjour, Lady Mowbray. Enchanté.”

”Please, come in.”

The two women entered the living room and eased into opposite ends
of the sofa.

”I won’t bite,” Amanda teased as her guest inched closer. “Madge,
some tea please, thank you.”

Amanda eyed her quarry and licked her lips. Justine was just as
Jason described. She had the lean look of a dancer, standing about
5 foot 7 or 8. The denim jeans she wore looked painted on and her
butt appeared especially curvy with her black ankle boots. A crisp
white button-down shirt and a smart brown leather vest, that
accentuated her B cup, completed the ensemble.

Justine simply had the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes one
could ever imagine. They were eyes that you could drown in,
which Jason did on many occasions before he had the nerve to ask
her out on a date. A button nose, rosy cheeks and full sensuous
lips completed a face that was heaven-sent. But it was her hair
that first caught Amanda’s roving eye. Silky dark brown hair,
full-bodied and straight, fell down to the small of her back.

”You have beautiful hair, Justine. It must take an awfully long
time to manage it,” Amanda wondered as Madge entered with the tea.

”Yes, but it’s worth it though. I just love all the compliments.”

Justine was a woman who expected compliments. She was even outraged
when one wasn’t offered. Pampered all her life by a widowed father,
Justine wrapped every successive man in her life around her slender
finger. She was used to getting things her way after her mother’s
childbirth tragedy. Her daddy gave it all to her in an effort to
relieve the guilt over pressuring his wife to go through with her
pregnancy. She learned in the first trimester that a term pregnancy
could be dangerous. But Mr. Boulanger wanted a child in the worst
way. This indeed proved prophetic.

Amanda watched the sensuous way Justine mixed her teacup and gently
brought it up to her lips.

”So tell me Amanda, how long have you known Jason?”

”He joined my company a couple of months ago. He said that he
discovered that you were up north and desperately wanted to contact
you. I promised to make the arrangements for him. So...here you
are.”

Both women giggled as Madge served cookies.

”And where is my former sweetheart,” inquired Justine.

”Oh...tied up at the moment,” Amanda answered, camouflaging a snicker
as a cough. “Actually, he’s looking over my books. He should be
down shortly. So, Justine, tell me. Are you seeing anyone special
at the moment?”

Justine half-smiled. “Oh, and are you Sir Jason’s matchmaker?”

Amanda scratched her brow. “Not exactly. But I do see you two as a
matched set, so to speak.”

The Mistress of the house took a sip of tea and over the rim of
the cup peaked at Justine through languid eyes, sizing up her prey.

”Mmmmm...This is going to be too easy,” she thought to herself.

” So. You flew all the way to Australia, just to look up an old
flame.
You must still feel something for him,” Lady Mowbray said.

” Yes. I suppose I do. But I came here for a holiday as well . I’ve
not
seen any of your beautiful country,” Justine replied.

”No. And if things go according to plan. This is all you’re going to
see of it,” thought Amanda.

But out loud she really said “ I see you brought all your luggage.
Does
that mean you are going to take up my offer of accommodation for a
while?”

” Yes please. If the offer is still open.”

” Of course. Stay as long as you like.”

” Or as long as I like,” she thought.

Amanda rang a small bell. A few moments later, Madge appeared.

” Take our guest’s bags up to her room.”

” Yes madam.”

” Justine. Do you have any valuables, passport, travellers cheques and
so on? I will put them in my personal safe if you like.” Amanda asked
innocently.

” Why yes. That would be really kind of you.”

She took her passport and travellers cheques from her small overnight
bag and handed them to Lady Mowbray.

”Got ya,” thought Amanda.

” I’ll put them in the safe right away. I’ll be right back.”

Amanda gave the passport and signed travellers cheques to the two
girls
in the kitchen.

” Right, you two. Get the photograph blown up. Then get Sasha to find
one of her girls who looks like her, with a French accent. I am sure
Sasha will have a matching wig in the brothel. Bring her back here
in a couple of days. I’ll have her clothes ready and Madge has the number
of the hire car. We’ll get the same driver who brought her to take her
away. I’ll book her a seat on a plane to the States. Once she gets
there, she can disappear, ditch her disguise and come back on her own
passport. The American cops will be chasing their own tails until
they get fed up.”

Amanda turned to Madge who returned from upstairs.

Madge get the herbal tea ready. Bring it in straight away.”

” Yes madam.”

” Sorry to leave you like that. I see you have been admiring the
family portraits. That one is the Marquis. A distant relative. I have the
right to be called the Marquesa. But I prefer Lady.”

Amanda sat beside Justine as Madge brought in the herbal tea.

” You must try this. I insist. It is a local aboriginal drink. It’s
very restful and relaxing.” Amanda rang the little silver bell, but there
was no need. The twins had been watching on the closed circuit TV and
were already on their way, carrying the necessary equipment.

” Just take off her clothes and her shoes and be careful. We need
them for her replacement.”

The twins removed her shoes, vest, blouse, jeans and her silk
knickers. They then gagged her with a piece of wooden doweling. It had
eyelets screwed into each end. Pieces of cord led from the eyelets and
were tied tightly at the back of her head. The wood cut into the corners
of her mouth. She was sprawled in a leather arm chair, her legs wide
apart. A large dildo was pushed up her vagina. The twins each held an
arm above her head.

” Good.” Amanda took up the Polaroid camera and snapped her.

” Okay. Put the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and put a collar on
her. I’m going to deliver this.”

Jason heard a noise and then saw something pushed under his door. He
struggled to his feet. After some frustration, he managed to turn the
Polaroid over with his toes.

” My god! They’ve got Justine.”

The shock was almost physical. He felt a great depression. The cruel
way she was gagged showed that she was in for a terrible time. Even
worse, they could use her to torment him.

Justine awoke to find herself tightly hog-tied and still gagged with
the wooden bit. She lay on her side, on a mattress. Amanda was kneeling
beside her, running her hands through her soft, silky hair. It was a
very sensuous feeling. Justine’s big brown doe eyes were shining with
tears.

Jason’s tears formed a puddle on the glossy surface of the
Polaroid. He couldn’t bare to look and sulked back to his mattress.
He was still in love with Justine and for the past couple of years had
fantasized about marrying her and running off to Paris to grow old together.

Jason had always imagined surprising his beloved, sharply dressed
with the very same tie that Justine gave him back in college as a way of
saying thanks for helping her study for an economics test. He saved
that turquoise tie and brought it to Australia with his best charcoal
grey suit. He hoped to wear a yellow rose as a lapel and give his
former girlfriend the other eleven from the bouquet.

Jason spent a week tutoring her in college, which is how they first
met and gave her a bouquet of yellow roses on their first official
date. Jason, a romantic, felt the symbols might rekindle something special.
He wanted more than a torrid affair with Justine. He wanted a future
with her.

As he contemplated all this, Jason lie on his back with the penis gag
lodged down to his tonsils, his wrists shackled together, and his
orgasm control belt firmly secured. He was due to be fed and watered
shortly, so he patiently waited.

In the adjoining room, Amanda played with her newest acquisition, as
a cat might play with a mouse.

”Can’t hold your tea, I see, Justine. You should have told me that
you don’t like it so strong. Mental note - ‘no narcotics for Justine.’
There, that shall never happen again, I assure you,” Amanda teased.

The gag had smeared Justine’s lipstick. It was all over her face
and on the wood itself where it cut into the corners of her mouth. After
Amanda ransacked the young woman’s handbag, she saved some items
including lipstick.

”Here baby let me fix that for you,” Amanda said as she took a moist
towel and wiped the lipstick from Justine’s frightened face.

Justine jerked her head back at first, but Amanda spoke to her
gently, soothingly and the French girl lay still. With her mouth stretched
like it was, it was fairly easy for the Marquesa to apply a thick
coat.

”I want to keep that mouth of yours in good shape. It will be quite
busy in the future,” said Amanda breathily into her captive’s face.

The look in Justine’s eyes aroused her new Mistress, and soon
Amanda’s right hand found itself idly stroking her privates. Her middle
finger did some exploring and ventured up into her musky crevice. She
removed the digit and the light from the overhead bulb shone on her
fingertip, moist with pussy dew. Amanda, still kneeling, offered the treasure
to Justine’s doe eyes.

”Sweets for the sweet?” Amanda inquired.

Justine shook her head from side to side. But that didn’t deter her
Ladyship. Amanda leaned forward and spread the love juice on her
captive’s face, on the skin between the nose and the upper lip. She
also worked some into the girl’s nostrils, holding two fingers inside
sadistically. With the dowel gag and Amanda’s fingers, Justine
struggled to breathe. When the Marquesa felt her new prisoner was on
the verge, she removed her digits and allowed Justine to breathe in
her essence deeply.

”Breathe my pet. I am delicious, aren’t I. Get used to that
scent. I intend to blindfold you and teach you to recognize the unique scents
of many friends of mine.”

Justine closed her eyes tightly while not more than ten feet away,
Jason was given his lunch. It felt good to the young man to finally feel
his tongue again. That cursed gag was intolerable. The gruel was
lapped up in record time as Susie and Sarah wheeled in a new item in their bag
of tricks. Jason looked up from his knees at what appeared to be a
white portable plastic toilet with chrome legs.

”Yes Jenny, this is all for you,” exclaimed Susie as Sarah waved the
oversized funnel accessory.

”On your back sweet cheeks, you must be thirsty,” Sarah remarked.

Hesitantly, Jason lay down as Sarah pushed the tubular part of the
funnel into Jason’s mouth and Susie moved the toilet over his head.
The twins attached the funnel to the seat and made sure the whole device
was solid.

”Me first, I gotta pee real bad,” Susie interjected and hopped on
before a dejected Sarah even had a chance.

It was like musical chairs to the teenagers and Sarah felt that she
had lost. Susie was like a girl scout - always prepared. Her
panties were off before she even entered the room.

With the large funnel blocking his vision, Jason couldn’t even see
the scrumptious sight before him. Susie’s sweet ass wriggled on the
seat as she relaxed her bladder.

”Past the lips, over the gums, look out stomach here it comes!”

Susie’s golden stream swirled around the funnel and flushed down
the tube into Jason’s waiting mouth. This time, spilling a drop
was not an option. Anything Jason couldn’t swallow, he would
simply choke on. Susie had evidently saved up for this moment.
Her stream lasted for over a minute until it finally sputtered
down to a trickle. Jason drank every salty drop.

”Time for Elixir d’Sarah” the other sister said as they switched
places.

”Down the hatch!”

”Cheers!”

”Salute!”

The twins were obviously enjoying themselves. Sarah helped Jason
wash down his breakfast with her potent nectar as Susie rubbed her fingers
along the scar on the underside of the slave’s penis. It was hard 24
hours a day, just like the doctor promised, at least until the
batteries ran out. Jason’s belly soon distended with the golden fluid.

Sarah pulled away the toilet as Susie removed the funnel. They put
it in a corner, obviously intending to get a lot of use out of it.

Sarah started: “Jenny, Lady Mowbray wants you to get used to the
taste of our pee. She wants you to be able to tell the difference between
the pee of many different women. Sort of like a connoisseur of fine
wine....”

”Only this is the finest!” Susie interjected.

The twins glanced at each other and smiled.

Over in the next room, Amanda was also smiling. She slowly pulled
out the large dildo from Justine and was very happy to find it so slick.

”Enjoying ourselves aren’t we?,” Amanda enthused. “I didn’t suspect
you as a closet lesbian but here’s the proof,” she said as she waved the
dildo.

Amanda sniffed the phallus and seductively licked it. She then
untied Justine’s gag and before a cry could be heard, roughly shoved it into
her new slave’s mouth. It had a ring at the base which allowed
Amanda to snugly tie it in place.

”You are a sweet dish, I must admit. Have you ever tasted your own
cooking before, Justine? Bon appetite!”

Amanda left the French girl to contemplate in privacy and eagerly
walked next door to Jason’s room.

” Where’s the Polaroid?” demanded Lady Mowbray, as she strode into
the cell. “ There’s only one place it could be.”

The twins took hold of the mattress and with one big heave, they
tipped Jason onto the floor. He fell heavily on the tiles.

” There it is.”

The Polaroid was exposed in its obvious hiding place. Jason was
heartbroken. It was his only possession and now they were going to
take it away from him. He was relieved, surprised and then suspicious,
when Amanda pinned it up on the wall at the foot of his bed. Nothing they
ever did had his pleasure or comfort in mind. It was always done to
get sexual pleasure from him or mental pleasure from tormenting him.

Suddenly it all became clear. Every morning when he woke, the first
thing he would see would be a picture of his loved one, cruelly
bound, gagged and sexually abused by these fiends. Amanda had been watching
him closely.

”Bingo,” she thought.

His face betrayed him. Now she would have some more pictures taken,
make enlargements and pin those up also. With his hands always tied behind
him and a gag always in his mouth, he would not be able to remove
them.

”Why stop there?” Amanda thought. “What about installing a video
screen and showing him videos of her? Maybe even live from her cell next
door. I could put one in her cell and show her videos, too.”

Lady Mowbray addressed the twins.

” Come on girls. Bring him along. I need him for target practice.”

” My God!” thought Jason. “ She’s going to shoot my balls off.”

He resisted the twins, but a poke from the cattle prod, and a shock
from the belt that doubled him up, soon persuaded him to cooperate.
They took him into the “games” room. It was large and mainly in
darkness. A few spotlights shone from an unseen roof. He was stood in
one of the pools of light, the twins behind him. Amanda nodded. The
twins kicked the back of both his knees. He collapsed backwards onto
the floor, banging his elbows and the back of his head. The three
women took off their skirts. They were wearing identical, crotchless white
knickers.

Amanda disappeared for a moment into the darkness and returned
carrying a two metre steel pole. She dropped it right across his bare toes.

” Mmmmuuff.” The pain was excruciating.

He lay back and closed his eyes. After a while when the pain from his
toes subsided, he realized the pain from laying on his chained wrists
was just as bad. He rolled onto his side and lay there, helpless,
gagged with his usual black dildo, alone in the spotlight.

After what seemed like ages, the three women returned, pushing a
large, two tier tea trolley. On top was Justine. She was naked. Her bottom
was right on the end of the trolley. Her legs were spread wide and tied
to the front legs of the trolley. She was on her back and her arms were
down each side and tied to the back legs. She was gagged with a black
dildo. They pushed the trolley close to Jason, so that he had a good
view of her. He saw her vagina was moist, as though it was freshly
fucked. They parked the trolley about three metres from him.

Sarah came over to Jason and stood for a moment over him, giving him
a good view up her legs. Then she sat down between his legs, with her
back to one leg while she fastened that ankle to a welded loop on the
steel bar. He could feel the warmth of her nylon clad bottom against
his calf. She then braced her feet against his other ankle and pushed
his legs wide apart, until he thought he would split. Again he closed
his eyes with the pain. The steel pole was telescopic. Susie pulled
it apart, until the welded loop at the end was next to his ankle, Then
she fastened that one. Finally, she dropped a locking pin into the middle
of the bar, preventing it from closing and thus relieving the pain in
his groin.

Amanda pulled a hook on the end of a chain from out of the darkness
above him. She hooked it onto the third welded loop in the centre of
the bar, then stood back. Sarah disappeared into the darkness and he
heard the rattle of chains. As his legs began to rise into the air,
he saw Amanda point he controller at him and the ring vibrator on his
balls started up at a fast rate. As he hung inverted, he felt elated.
She was going to relieve him!

The red light started to blink on his belt. They spun him around a
few times just for fun. He kept catching glimpses of the helpless
Justine. Her wide open vagina was tantalizingly on offer. Jason saw Amanda
pull a rope down from the darkness, gather up Justine’s beautiful long
hair and tie the rope around it. Susie adjusted the tension so that
Justine’s head was pulled up off the trolley and she could look along
her stomach at Jason. It was the first time their eyes had met. Both
saw the pain in each others eyes and they both wanted to comfort each
other. Neither could speak. Jason desperately wanted to put his arms
around her and bury his face in her hair.

Eventually, the women grew tired of their new game. Sarah fetched a
chair and sat down on the edge of it, close to Jason’s head. She
smiled at him and kissed him on the nose. He heard the chain rattling as his
height was adjusted so that his nose was level with Sarah’s open
crotch.

Jason felt someone take hold of the chain joining his wrists. They
pulled him away from his pleasant view. As his arms were pulled down,
there was a terrible pain in his shoulders. Sarah moved her chair
forward to where he had been hanging. He was released slowly. He
swung back and his nose was buried in Sarah’s vagina. She clamped her
thighs around his head and he began to suffocate. He felt someone begin to
masturbate him by hand and quickly he came to the point where he
would have ejaculated but for the inhibitor.

” Ready! Aim! Fire!” Amanda pressed GO on the controller.

Jason felt the wonderful relief of an ejaculation made even more
powerful by the pain in his body and his sense of suffocation. It
was a brief moment of bliss. He ejaculated once. Then that cursed red light
started to blink again. His packet of semen shot violently across the
gap between him and the helpless Justine. It hit her on the inside
of her left thigh and slowly began to trickle downwards, away from her
open vagina.

” A miss. Up a bit and to the right.”

Sarah pushed him away from her. His nose left her vagina and he
sucked deeply for air. She let go of him. He swung back into her vagina. He
felt the masturbation.

” A Hit! “

The violence of each single ejaculation was slightly less each time
so the angle upwards had to be constantly adjusted. After the tenth
shot. Justine was wheeled a little closer.

In one of his “breathing spells”, Jason caught site of Amanda
strapping on a vibrating dildo. She bent down and with the help of Susie, she
passed the lead from it between her legs, up her back and down one
arm. She held the battery operated controller in her hand and the lead was
out of the way. She was behind Justine and then moved into the
darkness.

” A miss!”

” Time for me to have a go.”

Sarah and Susie changed places.

He managed twenty shots before they began to fall too short to be any
fun. The equivalent of about two normal ejaculations.

Sarah and Susie converged on Justine.

” Oh, no. Poor Justine.” thought Jason.

He tried to struggle. But only managed to start a slight spin,
causing him to lose site of what was happening. The next time he saw her, she
was blindfolded with what looked like an under slip, and the trolley
was being wheeled towards him.

” We are going to let your boy friend have his wicked way with you
now. If he can get it up that is. But of course we will help him.”
whispered Sarah into Justine’s ear.

Just short of him the trolley stopped. Amanda came out of the
darkness, complete with strap on dildo. Silently she positioned herself between
Justine’s open legs.

” Mmmmm.” Jason desperately tried to warn her. Then he realized it
was pointless.

Amanda inserted the warm, well lubricated dildo into Justine. She put
her hands on the trolley each side of Justine and pushed the dildo
deep inside her. Justine was unable to move see or speak. Reluctantly she
decided to enjoy it. She was unable to raise her hips. She had to
just lie passively and become slowly aroused.

Suddenly the vibrator started up deep inside her.

” How could Jason’s penis vibrate?” the French girl thought.

Amanda leaned close to Justine’s ear.

” Yes my dear. It’s me.”

Sarah began to gently caress one of Justine’s breasts and Susie
caressed the other. Amanda turned up the vibrator.

Later, the two exhausted victims, were taken back to their cells, fed
and allowed to rest. The three women sat around a swimming pool in
the cool of the evening, sipping sherry.

” A good day’s work I think.”

” Great. We have a fantastic new game.”

” It would be good at Hen Parties. The women could take bets on how
far he could shoot.”

” What does the button STOP do?”

” Much the same as GO. Except it will stop him in the middle of an
ejaculation, or it will pause, during continuous artificial
ejaculation.”

” Do you think we could convert Justine.”

” What, to a lesbian?”

” Maybe. She seemed to enjoy herself, eventually.”

” It would be good if we made IT believe that she was having a
terrible time and needed ITS protection.”

” Maybe we could arrange for a secret note to be smuggled to him,
asking desperately for him to rescue her. Telling him that she loves him.
She doesn’t have to be the one to write it.”

” Great idea. Think of the torment that would cause him. When he
can’t do anything.”

” Cheers.”

” Cheers.”

” Cheers.”

Jason was on tiptoes as he spied through steel bars the three
women at the pool. He had a nervous feeling in the pit of his
stomach. He looked at the Polaroid pinned to the bare wall
and wondered if Justine was close by. Jason frequently heard
footsteps and creaking doors nearby and assumed it was the
twins tending to Justine. He walked over to the wall and put
his ear against it. But the only thing that he heard was the
sound of his own heart beating.

In the morning, the twin sisters entered and began their
ritual of using Jason as a human toilet as they emptied their
full bladders. This servile act did not disgust the young man.
He rather enjoyed it by then. Jason felt like he was sharing
an intimate moment with the girls and they seemed to be much
kinder to him at these times. The warmth of the frothy brew was
actually pleasant as it went down his gullet. He even began
to notice the difference in aroma and taste between Susie and
Sarah.

”Sarah’s was the sweeter,” he thought.

The sisters also let Jason dry their vaginas with his tongue.

”Toilet paper’s too rough on my labia,” Susie said aloud.

Jason soon learned of another talent the sisters shared. In
the past several months, they had taken piercing lessons and
had become quite adept at it, even piercing several body parts
of some of their friends. On Amanda’s orders, the twins, on this
particular morning went about the business of piercing the
tongues of the two slaves. Sarah stayed with Jason as Susie went
next door to Justine’s cell. None too gentle, the girls used
tongs to pull on the tongues of their respective slaves and daubed
them with alcohol. When the needle cut through, Jason and Justine
heard each other’s screams. A post was placed through the resulting
hole and the slaves were given a respite from the dildo gag.

Later that evening, Amanda welcomed Jason into her bedroom for her
daily ritual of oral service. She had just come from the shower,
her head and body were wrapped in towels. With his hands shackled
behind him, he went about his task as Amanda removed the larger of
the towels and exposed her lush form. She reclined on the bed as Jason’s
heart turned to pudding. Amanda’s body always had that effect on
him. As usual, Jason crawled into bed between her legs as she casually
read one of her many books.

Before he started, though, he barely said above a whisper, “Please
don’t hurt Justine, please...” CRUNCH!

Amanda’s shin caught Jason between the legs. THWACK! Her hand
slapped him hard across the face as he lunged forward. He barely managed to
not topple over.

”You are NEVER to speak without permission. NEVER AGAIN! This is
your
final warning!”

Jason nodded in obeisance. For the next hour, the young man explored
every inch of his Mistress as she rested her feet on his shoulders.
With leash in hand, she directed him this way and that, even telling
him to pay homage to her navel and, as a final favour, to lave her
anus.

”Down on the floor, slaveboy, at my feet,” Amanda cooed as she nudged
him with her toe.

Jason kneeled on the carpet at the foot of the bed and needed no
prodding to begin his worship of Amanda’s beautiful feet. He gently
bathed each toe in his warm mouth. Amanda giggled.

”That post in your tongue tickles. But it feels good.”

Jason continued to adore his Mistress’ feet, swirling his tongue
around the ankle and wetly licking the highly arched sole. Amanda’s
foot was soft and warm and Jason couldn’t get enough of it. Luckily
there were two.

”Okay footboy, time for a break. Follow me to the bathroom.”

Still on his knees, Jason followed Amanda to the bathroom and
listened to her lecture.

”See this tub full of water? I soaked in it a good 45 minutes after
my workout this afternoon. What is it you men say? Oh yeah, ‘I would
drink a tub of her bathwater just to taste her pussy.’ Well, you’ve
had my pussy, so here’s your payment,” Amanda said pointing her finger at
the tub.

Jason was dumbfounded. He looked at the tub, then at his Mistress.

”Surely she can’t be serious,” he thought to himself.

”I know what you’re thinking and yes I am serious. You are not to
leave this bathroom until you lick up every drop, or poor Justine will
suffer. And just to make sure that you don’t pull the plug from the drain,
I’m putting this choke chain on your testicles and attaching them to the
commode behind you. There will be just enough slack in it for you to
stand up and pee when necessary. And believe me, it will be
necessary many, many times.”

After she affixed her slave’s balls, she shut the light.

”See you tomorrow toilet boy.”

Amanda blew a kiss and closed the door behind her.

Amanda entered her “games” room and found Justine just as she
ordered. The French girl was sprawled over a padded horse with her wrists
bound to the front legs and her ankles bound to the rear. Her cunt and ass
were thrust lewdly, and invitingly, upward. Amanda stroked the
smooth rounded flesh of Justine’s pert derriere.

”So milky white, so perfect. I can’t bear the thought of marking it
with my crop. At least not yet,” Amanda purred. “At least I can
have some fun with your buried treasures.”

Amanda buckled up her strap-on and slipped on a pair of latex gloves.
She made sure that the dildo was first properly coated with her
viscous secretions. Jason’s agile tongue definitely caused her to spring a
leak.

The Marquesa also liberally coated Justine’s anus with her love
fluid. It was quite tight, but Amanda managed to work two slender fingers
in. When both knuckles slid past the sphincter, Justine cried through her
dildo gag and nearly shattered every window in the house.

”A virgin, are we Justine. Well I’m rather honoured to be the one to
pop your anal cherry,” Amanda proudly declared.

Amanda had her way with the bound girl, loosening her up enough to
stroke furiously. Justine even tried to push backward to meet the
thrusts.

By the amount of fluid dripping down the horse between Justine’s
legs, Amanda knew the slave was climaxing.

”What an easy lay!” declared Amanda loudly. “Imagine the heat you
could generate from a real fucking.”

The Marquesa slipped the dildo from the harness and left it
implanted in Justine’s rump. In fact, she left her tied there like that for the
night.

The next morning, Amanda opened the door to her private bathroom. She
found Jason still on his knees in front of the tub, his belly grossly
distended. But the tub was still half full.

”Failure will be dealt with harshly. However I haven’t the time to
punish your girlfriend right now. We have an appointment in the
city. I’ll deal with her later. Just wait until she finds out that you
were responsible for her punishment.”

Jason kept his mouth shut and his eyes cast downward even though he
knew how impossible it was to have drunk an entire tub full of dirty
bathwater in just one night.

Susie and Sarah readied the slaves for their outing in the city. The
posts were replaced with rings as Jason and Justine had to get used
to a new sensation. This time, Amanda decided to drive and chose her
brand new Mercedes as the twins loaded the human cargo into the trunk.
Justine was blindfolded, but Jason was not. Of course, their hands
were tied behind them and their torsos were belted together.
However, they wore no gags. Instead, Susie simply joined the two tongue rings
together and locked them with a small gold padlock. She shut the
trunk and the five of them were off to the big city.

Jason tried to communicate with his old girlfriend in the dark humid
trunk.

”Does she know that it’s me?” he thought to himself.

He could feel her hot breath on his face and her tangled hair seemed
to form a web around his entire head. He tried to articulate, “It’s me,
Jason!” But with the locked rings, it sounded incomprehensible.

The long drive proved fruitless to Jason. Even sweating like a
bovine, Justine simply smelled as sweet as the day they first met. In fact,
he hadn’t been this close to her since they last made love, some eight
years before.

”Oh...Sweet agony!” Jason cried out. Only no one could hear.

Jason attempted to kiss his beloved, but she painfully tried to pull
away.

”Oh my god! What if she does know that it’s me and thinks I’m a
co-conspirator in this debauchery? Well, in a way I am. I’ll never
forgive myself if Justine doesn’t make it through this madness,”
Jason
wrestled in his mind.

The shiny black Mercedes finally pulled up to the rear entrance of
Little B.’s Tattoo Studio. Beth greeted the three ladies and seemed
very enthusiastic. The owner of the parlour was in her mid to late 20’s and
had spiky jet black hair with a bleached streak on each side just
above the ear. She wore a black t-shirt, black bicycle pants, and black
combat boots. She was only slightly taller than the twins and wore black
nail polish and black lipstick on her pale face.

”Well Amanda, where are your two new pets?” Beth inquired.

”In the boot. I thought we might discuss the menu first. Such talk
might frighten them and we don’t want to do that now do we?”

The three ladies laughed as the two slaves nearly melted from the
mid-morning sun.

”So Amanda, what shall it be? Tattoos? Branding? Scarification?”

”Well,” Amanda began, “I think for the French dish, maybe something
subtle. Something only those of us who are intimate with her can be
privileged enough to view. Besides, her creamy flesh is just too
exquisite, it would be a shame to mark it or mutilate it in any way.”

”And how about the other one?” Beth asked raising one diamond-studded
eyebrow.

”That thing?” Amanda answered, “I want everybody to know WHAT he is
and WHO he belongs to.”

”I think I understand,” Beth responded and smiled approvingly.

The four women walked out of the back of the shop to the parked
Mercedes.

” Ouch!”

The black metal of the trunk was too hot to touch. The Marquesa used
her keys to open it.

” I see our two love birds have had a steamy session. The dirty
beasts.”

Jason and Justine were crushed close to each other by the leather
straps that had become wet with sweat and had started to shrink.

” Why didn’t I think of that?”

” What’s that madam?”

” Tightening the straps and then wetting them. Remind me for the
return trip.”

The sweat from their faces had mingled. They were desperately
thirsty, but were unable to use their padlocked tongues to lick the sweat.
Jason’s eyes were stinging from the salt.

Sarah unlocked and removed the tongue padlock. Her hair fell around
Jason’s face as she leaned into the trunk. Before he could speak,
Jason had a broad strip of sticking plaster slapped over his mouth by
Susie. He knew this was the only type of gag that ensured complete silence.
He was apprehensive as to why it had been put on him. The same was done
to Justine’s mouth. Her blindfold was then removed. They were lifted by
the four women from the trunk and stood on their feet. The chains on
their ankles were long enough to allow them to shuffle into the shop.

Beth admired the two naked, helpless bodies that she was presented
with. She licked her black lips as she walked around them.

” Lovely flesh. Why don’t you leave them with me?. I could completely
cover them with some really good art work. I could work much faster
than normal, since I don’t have to worry about hurting them or giving
them a rest. It would only take a couple of days,” she pleaded.

Beth walked round to the front of Jason and lifted up his limp dick.
She looked at it with disgust. Turning to the Marquesa, she said “ I
thought you said he was always hard? I can’t work with this.”

Jason had that now familiar sinking feeling as it began to dawn on
him why he had been so efficiently gagged.

” Sarah, catch.”

Amanda tossed the controller to her.

” You are responsible for keeping him hard for Beth. Susie can help
you. It won’t be easy.”

Sarah loved the challenge.

” Yes madam.”

” Thanks for the offer Beth. Maybe some other time. Today, I just
want them identified as my property.”

” Why, do you think someone might steal them?” Beth flashed a
dazzling smile that showed how her canine teeth had been filed to points.

” I’d like to see someone try. Remember what happened to the last
burglar that we killed in self defence.”

The four women all laughed.

Jason shuddered. He dare not think how the poor man must have
suffered before he died. He hoped the Marquesa would never grow tired of him.
He resolved to try even harder to please her. This was exactly the
effect intended by the women when they lied about the fictitious burglar.
They knew they would need Jason to work with them during the coming few
minutes. They had decided to do Jason first, so that he would suffer
again when he saw Justine being done, knowing what she was going
through.

Jason was laid down on a low padded leather bench. His arms dropped
down the sides and were strapped to the top legs of the bench. His
legs were bent and hung down each side of the bench. The bench forced
his thighs open. His ankles, thighs, hips, stomach, chest and neck
were all strapped tightly. Beth displayed an expertise that showed she had
done it before. He could not move any part of his body and he could
hardly breathe.

Amanda nodded in approval.

Justine was stood against some steel shelving where she had a good
view. A cord was passed through the D ring in her collar, fastening
her neck firmly to a steel upright. Beth went to a cupboard and took out
a bottle of Scotch. She took a long swig from the bottle and then
passed it round. Taking another long swig when it came back to her.

Jason wasn’t supposed to know the bottle was filled with cold tea.
Beth took pride in her work and needed a steady hand. She walked
unsteadily towards the helpless Jason and sat on a leather stool next to his
head. She took up what looked like a dentist’s drill and grinned, showing
her
filed teeth framed by black lips. Justine looked on horrified. Then
closed her eyes. Amanda walked over to her and using her fingers,
held Justine’s eyes open.

Beth worked quickly as she tattooed the words “SLAVE JENNY” across
Jason’s forehead. She then moved to his lips and tattooed, where a
mustache would have been, the words “PRIVATE DO” on one side and “NOT
ENTER” on the other. Under his bottom lip, in smaller letters, went
the words “PROPERTY OF LADY MOWBRAY.”

She then moved down to his cock, which Sarah and Susie had teased
into a hard rod. She slipped a metal clamp down his cock to the base. It
was the type normally used to clamp hoses onto metal outlets. Amanda
passed her a screwdriver and then gritted her teeth while she watched Beth
tighten up the clamp until the base of Jason’s penis was crushed to
half its size. Beth turned to her appreciative audience.

” That will trap the blood in his cock and maintain his erection no
matter what, batteries or no batteries. I can’t leave it on too long
though, or it will drop off with gangrene.”

” It had better not. That would spoil all our fun,” said Amanda,
looking concerned.

Jason felt reassured. His cock was hurting. His balls were aching and
the strap around them suddenly felt much tighter. The twins had left
the vibrator running. Jason could not move his head and so could not
see what was happening. He had to concentrate on feeling it. Justine
watched everything. Her eyes held wide open. Amanda, standing close
to her, detected a familiar aroma rising up from her pussy.

” You sexy little bitch. This is exciting you.”

Amanda pushed her knee between Justine’s legs and began to rub on her
pussy. Sarah and Susie saw what Amanda was doing and walked over.

Beth tattooed in three circles the separate words “LADY MOWBRAY’S
JOYSTICK,” with “LADY” near the base and “JOYSTICK” near the tip.
Beth then unscrewed the clamp on his penis. The pain of the returning
blood was excruciating. The tape gag had kept Jason almost silent
throughout the whole procedure. His penis then shrivelled up to a wrinkled stump.
With an evil grin, Beth then tattooed along it’s short length, across
the wrinkles, the word “USELESS.”

When his cock became hard again, the dots making up the word would be
so far apart that they would be unnoticeable. Once it shrank, the
word
would reappear. Beth slapped his stomach and shouted triumphantly.

” Done.”

Now it was Justine’s turn.

Sarah was working lovingly on one breast and Susie on the other. Now
that Jason’s torture was over, Amanda’s hands were free to open
Justine’s vagina and tease her clitoris. She stopped short of letting
her climax. She released her neck fastening and led her to the bench,
where Beth waited eagerly. Justine was strapped down the same way as
Jason had been, with one added refinement. Clamps were fastened to
her labia. The cords from them passed across her thighs and hung down the
sides of the bench. Beth attached heavy weights to the cords,
stretching the labia, revealing a surprisingly large surface area.

Jason’s neck was fastened to the shelving the same way that Justine’s
had been. Amanda gripped his balls in one hand and dared him to close
his eyes. He watched Justine being branded. Beth moved up to
Justine’s
breasts and tattooed in small letters, just outside the areola and
following it’s curve, the words “SARAH’S” around one and “SUSIE’S”
around the other. She then moved down to the stretched labia and
tattooed inside one, “PRIVATE KEEP OUT” and inside the
other, “PROPERTY OF LADY MOWBRAY.”

Justine passed out.

Amanda moved quickly to Justine’s head, ripped off the tape gag and
slapped her face. She began to moan and then opened her eyes. Jason
was going frantic and nearly strangled himself.

The first thing that Justine saw were the piercing blue eyes of her
new owner, Lady Mowbray. The Marquesa flashed a big contented smile
and kissed her slave right on the mouth. Jason suddenly stood
motionless. Amanda extended her long pink tongue and licked the side of Justine’s
face, from her chin to her forehead. The enslaved female remained
silent.

”Mmm...You are yummy Justine. I wonder what that fine French snatch
tastes like,” Amanda said, looking over her shoulder at Jason and
batting her eyelashes.

Amanda turned back to her latest conquest and crouched down close to
her ear.

”I’m soooo glad that Jason told me about you. I do love making new
friends,” the Mistress whispered so only Justine could hear.

Beth interjected. “Amanda, why don’t we leave these two lovebirds
alone to recover while the four of us go and get a bite to eat?”

”Capital idea, Beth. I’m famished. I’m suddenly in the mood for
seafood,” Amanda replied.

The two slaves were left in their respective positions while Beth
put an ”OUT TO LUNCH” sign on the front door of her parlor. They took the
Mercedes to Beth’s favorite bistro, “Palentine’s,” and each ordered a
seafood salad. The maitre d’, who could not take his eyes off Amanda
since she first entered the restaurant, sent over a bottle of
Sauvignon Blanc on the house.

”That’s Gregory. I think he’s fallen in love,” Beth said teasingly
to her friend. “I wonder if he’d still fawn over you if he knew what
you were capable of.”

Amanda looked over at the middle-aged man and seductively licked the
butter off a piece of bread.

”I bet it would take only a matter of minutes before his lips were on
your feet milady,” Susie chimed in.

”Here? In the middle of this place? I don’t think so,” replied Sarah.

Beth put her hand to her forehead and shook her head while Amanda
chuckled softly.

”I mean it,” Susie insisted. “Put your money where your mouth is
Sarah. I’ll bet you next week’s allowance.”

”You’re on.” The wager was official.

Susie turned to Amanda. “Ma’am, it would be a shame if those shoes
of yours had any scuffs on them,” the young girl hinted while looking
down at her Mistress’ ivory pumps. Amanda winked back.

”May I?” Susie inquired while holding the nearly empty wine bottle
over Amanda’s shoes. The Marquesa nodded approvingly and the redhead
poured the remainder over Amanda’s shoes and onto the floor. She turned the
empty bottle on its side on the table and exclaimed, “OH, NO!”

Sarah added a “WOW!” and Gregory rushed over as all heads turned
their way. The maitre d’ grabbed a folded white tablecloth and quickly
patted Amanda’s shoes dry while soaking up the wine off the floor.

”My poor shoes. And I just purchased them,” Amanda grieved.

”They should be alright, ma’am,” Gregory responded on one knee.

”Look at that scuff. That tablecloth was very rough. I don’t think
I
can even return them now in this condition,” Amanda cried.

”No, no. That’s no scuff,” Gregory insisted. To prove his point he
bent down further on both knees and gently blew on Amanda’s right
pump. ”You see? It’s gone”

”I still see it,” Amanda pouted.

Gregory attempted to wipe the surface of the shoe with the damp
tablecloth before Amanda cut him short.

”No, no, no. Not that again. Use something else. Something
softer,” Amanda pleaded looking at Susie with a raised eyebrow.

Gregory sunk down even lower and gently flicked his tongue on the
grape flavoured leather. He looked up proudly at Amanda. “You see? All
gone!”

Amanda thanked him. While crossing her legs, she let the ivory pump
lightly graze his crotch. It was clearly hard. Sarah rolled her
eyes
as Susie pumped her fist in the air.

Amanda had that sort of effect on men.

One man whom she had that effect on was still standing in Beth’s
tattoo studio. Several feet away his former fiancée lay. Jason knew that
the labial tattoos were probably more painful, but it was the breast
markings that bothered him more.

”Such fresh lovely flesh. What a horrible waste,” he thought.

If Jason had looked in a mirror at that very moment, he probably
wouldn’t have thought much about sweet Justine. He was ruined. As
bad as Justine’s “artwork” was, Jason’s was like a cattle brand. Even if
he thought of escape, he was forever marked as SLAVE JENNY right on
his forehead. Plus there was that horrible thing engraved around his
mouth.

Just then, Justine craned her neck and, with great difficulty,
glanced over at Jason. He leaned forward, choking himself in the process.
He thought he detected a scowl on his beloved’s face before she rested
her head on the bench.

Beth provided Amanda with several fresh pieces of long rawhide
strips. She soaked them in water before the slaves were strapped together
face to face. The heat from the trunk would serve to shrink them as they
dried, making it most agonizing for the human cargo.

Their tongues padlocked, the two lovebirds were eased down into the
trunk as the rest of their bonds were fastened. Sarah made sure
Jason’s cock was erect for the trip home so that it would painfully jab
Justine
in the belly, painful for both of them. It was even hotter during
the ride home, but Amanda got a slight chill in the back seat. The air
conditioner in the Mercedes had just been repaired and it worked
extremely well. “Too well,” thought Amanda as Sarah did the return
driving with her sister next to her. They made a quick stop at a
bondage supply store before leaving the city.

On the way home, the three women laughed until the tears ran.

”Did you see his face,” Amanda gasped for breath, “when he thought
her breasts were tattooed. The poor lamb was devastated.”

”It was delicious,” the twins responded.

”Just keep her away from the shower for a few days. I want to get the
maximum amount of grief from him before the breast ‘tattoos’ wear
off.”

In the dank darkness of the cramped trunk, the two slaves could not
see each other, but Jason’s erection angered Justine.

”How could he possibly be horny at a time like this? The freak!” she
thought.

She even tried to push the offending member away with her taut
stomach.

Jason moaned, spraying saliva into Justine’s mouth, further
irritating her. She jerked her head back which, of course, caused them both
pain. The head of his engorged penis was lodged against Justine’s ribcage.
She angrily pushed and Jason felt it bend backward. He tried to say
no and accidentally thrust his crotch forward, hurting the French girl.
She pulled his tongue inside her mouth and bit down on it hard. The
women in the car heard the shriek even through the loud air
conditioner and the blaring stereo.

On Amanda’s orders, Sarah pulled over to the side of the road.
Before they opened the trunk, Susie remarked, “This is like the beginning of
that gangster movie!”

Susie turned the key and the lid opened. The two slaves squinted as
the midday sun shone on their unprotected eyes. Blood was everywhere.
Jason’s cut tongue flowed freely, but most of it ended up on
Justine’s face and in her hair. She even started to cough on it as some
trickled down her throat.

”We’re only a half hour from home,” Amanda began. “You’ll take care
of him later while I punish Justine for Jenny’s failure to drink his
water yesterday.”

Justine looked at her former beau and the “Jenny” on his forehead. It
was him.

”He refused to drink some water and now I have to pay for it?” she
thought to herself.

The straps already started to sink into the flesh of the captives,
cutting off circulation. Every breath that Jason took prevented
Justine from filling her lungs. As a gallant gesture, the young man tried to
hold his breath for as long as possible without passing out. They
arrived at their destination not a moment too soon.

Sarah got out her hunting knife and maniacally waved it in front of
the slaves, frightening them to no end. She giggled and simply sliced
through the rawhide to free them.

Jason and Justine were brought up to their respective cells. The
twins tended to Justine while Amanda dealt with Jason. She had a
paper bag with her and told the young man to kneel with his shoulders
to the floor.

”This is called ‘The Humbler,’ Jenny. I intend to keep it locked on
you at all times. This way, you won’t ever be taller than the ones you
serve. You shall always stand in a hunched over position. This
little beauty will assure that,” Amanda declared producing the wooden
instrument.

Jason did not see the tortuous implement but instead stared at
Amanda’s ivory pumps with their s

Blind Date for Jason (part 2)

The thick door creaked shut and the lock clicked loudly. Jason was
mystified, and scared.

”What were Amanda’s plans for Justine. What were her plans for me
for that matter?” he debated in his head.

Just then Sarah entered. But she had no water with her.

”On your back Jenny, and be quick about it,” she huffed.

But Jason just stood there wondering where the beverage was. Out of
nowhere, the toe of Sarah’s pump struck Jason in his groin. He fell
to his knees.

”My commands are her Ladyship’s commands. You ever disobey an order
from anyone in this household and it will be considered a transgression
against Lady Mowbray herself. Understand?” the young redhead barked.

”Yes...mmma’am,” Jason coughed.

From his supine position, Jason saw Sarah, who had her back to him,
wiggle her hips enticingly and peel down her knickers. Her smooth
pale ass was a scrumptious sight indeed.

”What are you looking at pervert? Never seen a bum before?”

Sarah then walked over to Jason’s face, literally walked over. She
stepped full on his belly with her pump and he exhaled deeply.

”That’ll teach you to follow an order too slowly.”

While Jason recovered, Sarah straddled his head and planted her pussy
squarely over his mouth.

”Form a seal over my luscious lips, Jenny honey, and don’t spill a
drop.”

It started as a trickle but as the torrent flowed, Jason had a hard
time keeping up. He was in a quandary. He had to avoid choking, he
thought, or there would be more than a drop spilled. But if he
didn’t swallow fast enough, it would run down his cheeks.

Thankfully, Jason swallowed all of Sarah’s copious morning piss.

”Thanks, Jen. You’re a good girl. You have my permission to lick me
dry.”

Sarah put her panties back on and removed the slave’s wrist chain.
She ordered Jason to tend to himself in the bathroom down the hall and
meet her and her sister in the garage in ten minutes.

The young man hurriedly arrived at the appointed time and was met by
the flame haired vixens who stood in front of the Volvo with beaming
smiles. A large rubber dildo gag hung from the tip of Susie’s manicured
finger. He obediently crouched down as she tightly strapped it on. It
effectively trapped Jason’s tongue, silencing him.

”Turn around sweetheart and keep your hands together behind your
back,” Susie urged.

She then proceeded to slip on a black leather arm binder.

”He’d better get on his stomach,” Sarah chimed in.

Jason lay on the cold concrete floor of the garage as the twins
pulled the arm binder up past his elbows and began to lace it up.

”Cinch it tight Susie, here let me show you.”

Sarah placed one sharp heel in the middle of Jason’s shoulder blade
for leverage and pulled on the laces for all she was worth.

”Susie, you tighten the straps. Hurry, before I let go.”

The gag stifled Jason’s shriek.

Susie buckled two leather straps - one at the wrist, one at the
forearm. Sarah, the stronger of the two, buckled the one at the elbow,
simultaneously forcing her heel deeper into Jason’s shoulder blade.

The girls ordered him to his feet, which took some difficulty. What
a sight! Jason’s elbows were almost touching, as his shoulders arched
severely backward. He was in the most pain yet in his short tenure
as a slave.

Susie opened the Volvo’s trunk and ordered Jason to step into it. He
hesitated then noticed the cattle prod in Sarah’s right hand and
practically dove in. He hit his left testicle on the rubber lip of
the trunk and his left shoulder painfully banged into the trunk’s bottom.
Jason bit down hard on the penis gag as he lay on his belly. Susie
wrapped a blindfold around his head and Sarah attached his ankle
hobble to the wrist loop and closed the lid of the trunk, sealing in the
slave.

The twins quibbled over who would do the driving. They were pretty
immature when it came to things like this. For about five minutes
Jason could hear their muffled voices shriek about how “I’m the
better driver...No I am!” He just turned his head from side to side as
tears welled up in his covered eyes.

Finally they did “rocks, paper, scissors” and Susie won. That was
unfortunate for she truly was a poor driver. In fact, she had her
license revoked a month before.

They tore out of the garage like a bat out of hell. Jason was jostled
and hit his head here and his scrotum there. But his shoulders
carried the brunt of the damage as they were already in tremendous agony.
The car trip made him feel like a carving knife was slowly jabbed into
his back, ready to split him in to two like a roast chicken.

During the long trip to the hospital, the sisters relaxed and enjoyed
their favourite CD’s...Mariah Carey, the new Madonna songs. They had
a lot of time to kill and cheerfully sung along. At this point Jason
couldn’t hear anything but the bumpy ground below and the engine
vibrating in his brain.

The black Volvo eventually pulled into the hospital parking lot and
drove around back. It was fairly deserted as it was still quite
early A short nurse was at the door to greet them. She was angry.

”You’re 20 minutes late,” she said calmly but sternly, her brow
furrowed. “Dr. Patricia is waiting for you.”

Nurse Isabella was a tiny little thing, mid-forties, with short shiny
dark hair parted in the middle and combed behind her ears.

”We must be careful as you no doubt already know. This is a very
delicate situation,” Isabella said to the twins.

”Yes, we know. Lady Mowbray filled us in on all the details,” added
Sarah.

”Good. We must get Amanda’s slave into the hospital without anybody
seeing him. No doctors, no orderlies, nobody. He is not a sanctioned
patient and this is not an official check-in, so we must be
vigilant.”

Nurse Isabella gave the two girls hospital scrubs to wear over their
skirts. They were light blue and loose-fitting and slipped on
easily. They changed their shoes also and were given false ID tags. While
the sisters pulled Jason from the trunk, Isabella brought out a large
rolling laundry basket to the Volvo. Drool seeped from the corners
of his mouth and a sheen of perspiration coated Jason’s naked form which
made him difficult to handle. He slipped from Susie’s slick hands
and fell to the concrete below. Fortunately, he only received a knee
abrasion in the process.

”Hey, you’re a lucky little slave. Good thing we’re already at the
hospital,” Susie chirped.

The trio finally got him to his feet and into the basket. Sarah
parked the car while Susie and Isabella headed inside. Luckily, they made
it to the elevator with no problems. Susie effectively covered up Jason
with soiled sheets. The nurse pressed the button to the fourth floor
when suddenly she heard, “Hold that lift!” It was Dr. Rossi, he had
an early surgery scheduled that day.

”Good morning ladies,” the good-looking young doctor beamed, eyeing
Susie.

He looked at the girl’s name tag and Nurse Isabella got nervous.

”You must be new here Susan. I’m Dr. Rossi.”

”Nice to meet you doctor.”

They shook hands and the door opened to the second floor. The doctor
didn’t even notice the slight movements coming from underneath the
dirty linen. Dr. Rossi stepped out, turned around and waved. The
door closed and Isabella breathed easier.

”You have a new admirer,” the nurse said to her cohort.

”Yes I know. I seem to attract them like flies to honey.”

When they reached the fourth floor, a rather quiet one, the two women
stepped out with the laundry and made there way to Dr. Patricia’s
office at the end of the hall.

”You’d better find your sister and bring her up here. We don’t want
her getting lost. Wait, first you’d better take the empty basket with
you.”

The office was barren. Dr. Patricia canceled all her appointments
and gave her receptionist the day off. The good doctor herself was in
the cafeteria having breakfast as her nurse and Susie struggled to get
Jason on the floor.

Mission accomplished. Jason lay in a crumpled heap on the thinly
carpeted floor in the middle of the surgeon’s office. Jason was more
terrified than he had ever been in his life. He had a fake phallus
in his mouth, a lump in his throat, and a knot in his stomach. It
couldn’t get much worse than this, he thought. He thought wrong.

”Hi Isabella. I had a miserable morning. The eggs were runny and
the bacon wasn’t crisp...oh, what do we have here?” Dr. Patricia said
entering her office.

”Our little project doctor,” her nurse added.

”Let’s go in for a closer look.”

The doctor crouched down and pulled Jason’s blindfold off.

”Hello Jenny. I’ve heard so much about you. Permit me to introduce
myself. I’m Dr. Patricia.”

Jason was thunderstruck. Before him stood a Goddess. It was hard to
tell from his vantage point, but she seemed a tall drink of water
like Amanda. She had long glossy chestnut hair that was pulled back from
her striking face in a professional manner. Bubbly green eyes and a
cute upturned nose highlighted her face. Her lips were polished a
pale pink and she gave Jason a little peck on his nose, leaving a print.
She seemed to be in her mid-thirties but the young man was never a
good judge of that type of thing.

The twins finally entered the office, waking Jason from his reverie.
The four women exchanged pleasantries and pulled up chairs encircling
the trussed slave.

The four women sat around their hog-tied victim. He was once again
blindfolded so he couldn’t see that they were drinking coffee. He
felt someone put their feet up on him as a foot rest. The others followed
suit.

” Did you bring any paperwork?”

” Yes.”

Susie reached inside her bra and brought out a crumpled sheet of
paper. Doctor Patricia took it as though it were contaminated with the
plague. She studied it in silence for a few minutes. Sarah became bored and
spotted Jason’s balls, just peeping out between his bound legs. She
took her teaspoon and tapped them.

Jason’s reaction was out of all proportion to the strength of the
blow. It took her a few moments to realise that the teaspoon was hot. Her
face lit up. She nudged Susie and put her spoon back in her coffee.
Susie did the same. Sarah put the hot spoon on his balls. He tried to
arch forward to escape, but couldn’t. Susie put her hot spoon on the
tip of his cock. He reacted violently, knocking Patricia’s feet off
his back.

” What the devil’s going on? Leave him alone. After I finish with
him, he is going to be in enough pain as it is.”

” Why? What does she want done to him?”

” I’m going to sterilize him.”

” Ohhhh. Does that mean we won’t get any more spunk out of him?”

” No, of course not. Sperm only make up less than point one of one
percent of the volume of the semen. It’s going to be a tricky
operation. She wants it to be reversible. Normally, I would just cut
a section out of the tubes joining his balls...”

She poked his balls with her toe.

”...to his dick. This time I will just cut the tubes and cauterize
the ends. That way they can be rejoined at a later date.”

Sarah was puzzled. It was easy to puzzle Sarah.

” If you are cutting his balls off from his cock. Where’s all the
semen coming from?”

” Where it normally does. Mainly from the prostate gland. You can get
to it up his anus.”

” Wow! Said the twins together.”

” This brings me to the other operation she wants done. She wants me
to place two electrodes next to the prostate gland and the muscles at
the base of his cock that cause ejaculation. Nurse, show them the
implants.”

Nurse Cavel brought out a plastic box. Sealed inside sterile
transparent plastic, were the implants. There were two sets, both identical. They
had a silver disc about the size of a match head, joined by a silver
wire about five centimeters long to another silver disc, about the
size of a little finger nail.

” The larger discs are receivers. These will be just under the skin.
The smaller discs will be against the nerves carrying signals from the
brain to the prostate and the muscles.”

” What are they for?”

” By using the right transmitter, you can control when and if he
ejaculates. You can even make him go without any stimulation.”

” Wow! That is real neat. When can we have a go?”

There was genuine admiration in the girl’s voices. They could not
hide their excitement.

Jason groaned.

” When Lady Mowbray says you can. Not before. Bring him into the
shower.”

They washed him down then strapped him to the operating table.

” We’ll keep him blindfolded and gagged. I will use a local aesthetic.
If it doesn’t work too well, the gag will stop him from upsetting the
patients in the office next door.”

Nurse Cavel brought a tray full of sterile instruments over to the
table. The twins were watching through a long glass window.

” Take the blood samples first. We need to match his group, just in
case. I also have to run some tests for her. STD’s, hepatitis and so
on.”

The operation was a success. There was no pain, not until the
aesthetic began to wear off.

” I need to keep him overnight for observation. Amanda said that you
two girls should also stay and look after him.”

” Does that mean we can kiss him better?”

” Something like that. But be kind to him, just for a change.”

The good doctor Patricia left the building at eight, her nurse at
midnight. Jason and the twins spent the rest of the night in the
hospital. They were safely tucked away in a back room of Dr.
Patricia’s office. But a doctor’s office contains lots of goodies, at least
that’s what Sarah eagerly told her sister.

Jason was tied on his back spread-eagled to a fold-up mattress in the
back room. He was still gagged but no longer blindfolded. His rectum
was pretty sore from the stainless steel instruments that invaded him
and his penis looked like Frankenstein’s monster’s. It was red and
had numerous stitches.

Patricia gave the twins a list of directions for surgical aftercare
and a bottle of codeine. The label said to give the patient “1 or 2
tablets as needed for pain,” but Susie decided to keep it for herself.

”VAS the DEFERENS?” she said to Sarah and they burst out laughing.

All except for poor Jason. He was in incredible pain as he watched
the girls pop 3 pills into each of their mouths and wash them down with
water. Within 15 minutes, the copper-headed teenagers had a good buzz
going and felt a little mischief was in order.

Jason’s aftercare suggestions included the fact that for four weeks,
he should not partake in any strenuous activity. But most importantly,
he should refrain from any and all erections. An erection in his
condition might prove intensely painful, the doctor’s note read. Patricia
kept a large supply of instant cold packs in her office for just this
purpose: to stop unwarranted erections dead in their tracks.

The twins, though, considered this a rather fun challenge. In their
”high” state of mind, they converged on their slave. Decked out in
pink bra and panties, Jason’s favorite color, the girls turned on
Patricia’s stereo system and slipped in their latest Cheryl Crowe CD.
The two teen vixens did a slow seductive dance in front of their
bound captive. He looked away, but Susie cinched down his collar in such a
way as to make that impossible. They gyrated their hips and ground
their crotches together all in sync with the music. But it wasn’t
until they started to French kiss when Jason’s cock woke up.

He tried to scream through his penis gag, “Be kind to him. Just for a
change! That’s what the doctor said! Please...Please!”

But the girls were so strung out that they didn’t even notice his
muffled pleas. They just stroked each others’ bottoms and sucked on
each others’ tongues.

Jason was in agony as Sarah was the first to get drowsy. She held
on to Jason’s stomach for support and eventually collapsed on top of him.
Susie fell backward onto his ankles and fell asleep. Sarah looked
into the young man’s eyes, smiled, and fell sound asleep, splayed out
across his chest. Her soft white forearm brushed gingerly against his
stitched-up organ and her perfume wafted into his nostrils. Jason
held his breath and tried to ignore any kind of arousal. This went on for
hours until Isabella arrived for work the next morning.

”What’s going on here?” Nurse Cavel demanded.

Susie and Sarah both stood up and rubbed the sleep from their eyes.
They stood at attention in front of the nurse in nothing but their
bra and panties.

”I just hope that there was no horseplay here last night.” Isabella
said as she counted the number of tablets in the pill bottle.

”No nurse Cavel,” Sarah chimed in. “Jenny was in a lot of pain so we
took care of him.”

The nurse eyed her suspiciously but added, “Very well. Get him out of
here and back home. Amanda wants him healthy and ready to go in four
weeks.”

”HOME!” thought Jason to himself. “It really is my new home.” It
finally sunk in.

”This time I’m driving,” Sarah shouted, pointing her finger as Nurse
Cavel rolled her eyes.

It was an uneventful four weeks as Amanda followed the doctor’s
orders and, for the most part, kept the twins in line. Jason performed some
light handyman duties, nothing too exerting. He swept the tennis
court and repainted the corral fence. He even gave Amanda her daily foot
massages with a healthy supply of ice packs within reach.

Amanda patiently watched the calendar. When the recovery period
ended, she personally went to Jason’s room and woke him up.

Amanda kicked the sole of Jason’s bare foot with the point of her
shoe.

” Wake up slave. Your holiday is over. I hope you enjoyed it.”

She stood back while the twins put his bowl of vitamin enriched gruel
on the floor. While he was kneeling and lapping up his breakfast,
Amanda nodded. The twins moved in and held his arms while Amanda
removed the long chain that had allowed him to sleep with his hands
at his sides and replaced it with a short one. They did the same with
his ankle chain.

” That wasn’t very nice of you to lie about the girls not giving you
pain killers at the surgery last month. As a punishment you will be
permanently gagged, except at meal times. I suppose we have to keep
you healthy. The good news is that Dr Patricia says we need to increase
your protein intake, if we want to increase your semen output. By the
way, slave, your worthless semen will be given to Doctor Patricia.
She has infertile couples coming to her at her IVF clinic. She
inseminates the woman with your semen. Being sterile, of course it does
not work.The couple pay again and get some real stuff the next time. In return
for your male slop, Dr. Patricia does little jobs for me for free.
See? You’re not so worthless after all.”

A grinning Sarah grabbed hold of Jason’s hair and pulled his head
back. Susie pushed the black dildo gag as far as it would go into his mouth
and used both hands to tighten the strap. The black penis touched the
back of Jason’s throat and it took him several minutes to overcome
the choking sensation and to calm himself. The three women watched with
satisfaction as he struggled for control.

” That will teach you to lie.”

Amanda stalked out of his cell.

” Take him to my bedroom. I want to test this surgery.”

Jason shuffled along the carpeted corridor, stumbling and falling
several times as Sarah pulled on his lead and Susie prodded him with
the cattle prod. Each time he was on his hands and knees, she took
great delight in touching his hanging balls with the prod and
giggling each time he jumped. By the time they reached Amanda’s
bedroom, she was already standing naked, legs parted, hands on hips,
looking impatient.

”You should never keep me waiting when I am randy, slave. You will
suffer for this.”

Amanda turned to the twins.

” Come and help me unpack this.”

Amanda pulled a cardboard box from under the bed and opened it. She
handed over a black belt. ” Here. Put it around him. It says here that the two
metal plates should be at the back and the belt should be between his waist and
his hips. Just touching his pubic hair.”

Amanda put down the instruction book and examined the controller. It
had four buttons. ‘ Cont. Stim.’ ‘Cont. Inhib.’ ‘ Go.’ and ‘Stop.’
She studied the book again.

” Very interesting,” she said in an exaggerated German accent. “Vee
haff vays of making you talk.”

Satisfied the belt was positioned correctly, she ordered them to tie
him to the bed.

Susie and Sarah removed his chains and tied his wrists and ankles to
the four corners of the bed. The cords went through clamps fastened
under the bed. That allowed movement in one direction, but not the
other. The girls sat on the floor at the two sides of the bed, put
their feet against the bed, and pulled on the ankle cords as hard as
they could. Jason thought he was going to split. Satisfied, the girls
did the same to the cords attached to his wrists. He was now
stretched tightly and his joints were already beginning to hurt. Sarah sat on
the bed near his head and held his chin in her hand.

” Cumfy?” she asked, smiling.

Jason wrenched his head to one side. A big mistake.

” Hey, Sue. He can move his head.”

Sarah disappeared from his view for a moment. Then he felt a cord
being threaded near his lips under the strap holding the gag. Another one
was threaded on the other side. Then they were both pulled tight. The gag
would not go any further into his mouth because of the flat rubber
base over his lips. Instead, the back of his head was pushed deeper into
the mattress.

Sarah saw what was happening and stood with one foot either side of
his head, her weight compressing the mattress. He could see straight up
her skirt to her crotch less white panties. Susie tightened the cords even
further. When Sarah got off the bed, the mattress sprang back and
Jason felt his lips being crushed against his teeth.

Amanda firmly held the controller and pressed ‘Cont. Inhib.’ A small
red light began to flash continuously on the belt.

” Is that it?” said a disappointed Susie.

” Let’s see if it works.”
Amanda took hold of Jason’s hard dripping cock.

” He’s not gone for four weeks. He should be bursting with semen.”

She began to rapidly masturbate him. The muscles of his stomach
tensed and he looked as though he should have shot his load, but he didn’t.
She carried on vigorously masturbating him. No shooting of semen.
There was plenty of lubrication leaking out, but no contractions. Jason
felt himself reach the point of no return several times, but there was no
relief. The frustration was agony.

” Wow,” said Sarah. This was her favourite expression when anything
impressed her.

” Can I have a go?”

” No you can’t.”

Amanda climbed onto Jason’s stomach with her back to him. She took
his dripping cock, inserted the tip inside her vagina and began to
masturbate herself.

After she had climaxed the first time, she said, “ Come on you two.
Play with my titties.”

The twins showed a soft delicate touch as they massaged and teased
Amanda’s nipples into an erect hardness. Amanda came twice more
before she grew tired of using him.

” Give me the ring vibrator.”

Sarah dived under the bed and came up with a small vibrator attached
to a rubber ring. Lady Mowbray slipped it over Jason’s still rock hard
penis, then lowered herself onto him, taking all of his cock and the
vibrator inside her. The wire trailed out of her vagina to a small
variable speed controller. She turned it up full and then began to
move vigorously up and down. Jason thought he was going to pass out. Tears
of frustration ran down his cheeks. Susie noticed them and began to
lick them off. Sarah made things even worse, if that were possible,
by playing with his balls. The batteries in the controller began to run
down.

” Okay, girls. Your turn.”

Amanda reluctantly climbed off him.

To be Continued

Blind Date for Jason

Amanda Mowbray walked up behind the lone man who was leaning on the
steel rail at the isolated lookout.

She cupped his bottom with one hand and said "I hope you are Jason."

He turned to see a tall blonde exactly as she had described herself
over the telephone: about 5 ft. 10 ins. tall, shoulder-length blonde
hair and blue eyes. She was wearing the clothes they had agreed to: a
button-through, long-sleeved white blouse and a blue wrap-around
mini, fastened with Velcro. Although he couldn't see, he hoped she was
wearing a front-opening bra, crotch less white knickers, suspender
belt and black stockings.

" Yes," he said with obvious excitement.

" Come with me." It was a voice that was used to being obeyed.

He followed her meekly to her black Volvo car.

" Get in."

He complied.

" Now, put your hands back here."

She bent down behind his seat. As he did as he was told, he felt his
wrists being tied together behind the seat with a strip of cloth. She
leaned in front of him and opened the glove box. He could smell her
perfume and wanted to bury his face in her hair. Inside the box was a
small mirror with a strip of flesh- coloured surgical tape on it. She
peeled it off and placed it firmly across his mouth. She smiled as
she smoothed down the edges onto his cheeks. She got into the driver's
seat and started the engine.

Before moving off, she put her hand on his thigh and began to search
for his penis. She found it, hard and trapped against his leg by his
underpants.

" That's a good start," she said, patting it none too gently.

Then the car slid smoothly and silently out of the car park and onto
the empty highway.

Jason had been in Australia only 3 days visiting a friend. He didn't
expect to be set up on a blind date but Mark, his old college
roommate, thought that he should give Amanda call.

"You'll just love her, really," Mark goaded him. "She has the same
interests as you, trust me."

Those words rang in Jason's ears.

"Trust him?" he thought. "This clown was the campus practical joker.
Why should I trust him?"

Mark never pulled anything more than harmless pranks on Jason, but
it did usually involve dating and women. The most memorable being
when he set Jason up on a date with a transvestite. Harmless
hijinks but not very funny or original either. One thing was for
sure this time, Amanda was all woman.

He spoke to her on the telephone for about an hour prior to their
date, but she seemed evasive on certain topics. But she had a
sexy voice and did not lie when she described her good looks.

Since he would be heading back home to California in a week, they
agreed to cut to the chase and get right to the sexual part of the
relationship.

She set up a kidnapping scenario over the phone and Jason quickly
agreed. He had always been interested in that type of thing, bondage
and such. But he never really tried it with a complete stranger.
After all, dominance and submission is based on trust. What was this then?
Insanity, he decided. But he couldn't deny the heightened arousal he
was experiencing at the hands of this long-legged goddess.

They were already on the highway for an hour when Jason took a peak
at Amanda. She warned him on the phone that he was to keep his eyes
forward during the car trip. But he hadn't expected the ride to
last so long and her scent was driving him mad with lust. He glanced at her
from the pointed tips of her gleaming black pumps to the top of her
amber mane. She shot him a glare and he retreated.

Amanda intimidated Jason, certainly. With her three inch heels she
was a full inch taller than him. But now in the car, it seemed more like
twelve inches. Whenever a truck or auto would pass, Jason sunk down
lower in his seat. Nobody noticed him, who cared?

Finally, at sunset, the pair reached their destination. They pulled
up to an iron gate which seemed to open magically, at least to Jason's
sleepy eyes. In the distance, at the end of the road, stood the
estate, Amanda's estate.

Amanda parked the Volvo by the front door and went around to the
passenger side to release Jason.

"Quickly," she said, "my husband will be home in two hours."

Amanda untied Jason and ripped the tape from his mouth. He didn't
know which stung more, his lips or his ears.

"Your husband?" Jason raised his voice.

Amanda gave him another one of those looks that would melt rivets
from a bridge. He rephrased the question in more hushed tones.

"You didn't say anything about a husband."

Amanda invited Jason inside. She had much to explain to him. The
foyer was magnificent. Tastefully decorated like the fine woman herself.
The house looked even bigger than from the outside, Jason thought.

"Yes I am married Jason. But I don't want my husband to play any
part in this. You are here under the pretence of my having hired you this
afternoon. You are to be the estate's caretaker, the handyman, if
you will," Amanda softly and evenly explained.

Jason could not believe his ears.

"Hired me? I'm going back home next week. I have an important job
with countless responsibilities. I went to college. Handyman indeed!"
Jason pleaded, but quickly backed off.

"I mean, Amanda, what's really going on here? Is this some sort of
joke? Did Mark put you up to this?"

Jason was actually starting to get teary-eyed.

Amanda let out a girlish giggle.

"I met Mark in a bookstore about a year ago, very pushy that one.
He gave me his business card he wanted me to call him. Well, I was doing
some spring cleaning and found the card, coincidentally the same time
you arrived here. I gave him a call and offered him the same deal as
I'm offering you now. It is an offer, Jason. You could leave right
now if you want but once we start, there is to be no jumping ship in mid-
stream, so to speak. Of course, I must be here when my husband
arrives so you'll have to make other arrangements."

Jason was dumbfounded.

"May I use your telephone?" he asked politely.

Mark did not answer the phone.

"Was that bastard in on this?" Jason thought to himself.

"By the way, Jason, don't bother calling a cab. We're way too far
out in the country for that," Amanda chirped. "And if you take my car
I'll simply report it stolen."

In resignation, Jason asked Amanda to elaborate on the future of
their relationship.

"Like I said before, you'll live here under the guise of a domestic
servant, doing odd jobs and the like. When my husband leaves for
work, then your actual duties will commence.Duties that my husband
must never know about, you are to provide me with sexual pleasure
Jason, on command. I do enjoy hours upon hours of oral homage to my
private parts. I like nice long massages and foot rubs. Oh, there are
countless ways that you can give me pleasure, Jason," Amanda purred,
her face a beaming mask of tranquillity.

Jason was given a tour of the house, each room bigger than the next.
The pair finally came to the end of a hallway as Amanda opened a
door.

"What's this closet for, Amanda?" inquired Jason.

"That's no closet, silly. That's your new home," came the snide
reply.

"And by the way, that's Lady Mowbray to you from now on. You forget
that even once and I'm afraid there may some unfortunate
consequences."

Jason looked at his 'tormentrix', then at the cramped, sparse room.
There was a bare light bulb that hung from the ceiling and a mattress on the
floor. That was about it. One window with iron bars stood out like
a sore thumb. Jason was invited to admire the view. On tiptoes, he
was able to make out a swimming pool in the distance.

"Don't worry, Jason," Lady Mowbray said with honey in her
voice. "You will soon learn to love it here. More importantly, you will
eventually learn to love me."

Jason felt a rush to his temple. He had a crush on her already.

Lady Mowbray watched as he examined his new 'home.'

" There's one thing you have not noticed. Up there."

She pointed to a security camera high in the corner of the room.

" You will be monitored continuously to make sure that you do not
play with yourself or wank yourself off. There is no bedding for the same
reason. You will not be able to play tents."

He looked at her closely for the first time. She must have lied about
her height. She was at least 6 ft tall and in her high heels towered
above him. She was no chicken. 'Must be in her late 30s or early
40s, he thought. She had an unfashionable curvy figure. Her large breasts
threatened to pop out of the long flowing silk gown. He thought it
must be split up the sides, the way she just flowed along in it. She had
big hips but she was not overweight, there was no sign of a tummy.

The roots of her hair betrayed the fact that she was having trouble
maintaining the colour of her beautiful, blonde shoulder length hair.
She was the type of woman that any bar keeper would give his right
arm to have behind his bar. At parties she would annoy all the other
women by collecting all the men like bees to a honey pot. Yet at the same
time, she obviously had class and a lot of money.

"Well darling. I cannot see why you would want to go back to your
old life. I am a rich woman, very rich. I guarantee that all your on
going bills will be paid on time. If there is anything you want to sell,
car, flat, whatever, my people will get a good price. The money will be
paid into an investment account, along with a substantial monthly
allowance.

Think of it. No more worries. No more office politics. No more
sweating over courses."

She handed him three documents.

" Here, sign these. Never mind the fine print. Either you have the
guts or you don't. One is your resignation from your job on medical
grounds, complete with medical certificate. Another is an open letter to all
your friends, telling them you are going abroad and do not want to be
found. The other is your contract of employment with me for ten
years."

She moved closer, allowing one long muscular leg to push the gown
open and to reveal that it was stocking clad. It was the sort of leg he
had seen on the stages at Las Vegas. She softly caressed his cheek and he
could smell her expensive perfume. He signed.

"Susie!"

A short, pretty, young girl, dressed in the standard French Maids
outfit, appeared round the door way.

" Put that down."

Susie put a holdall on the floor.

"Here. Post these two off right away. Put this one on my desk with a
paper weight on it."

" Yes madam."

She gave a brief curtsy, flashed a smile at Jason and left.

How did she know so much about me?" Jason wondered. "I mean my
job, my boss' name. How did she know?"

Lady Mowbray handed Jason two plastic bags. "One is for the
contents of your pockets, the other is for your clothes," she said to him,
arching one eyebrow. She quickly turned on her heels and left, locking the
door behind her with an ominous CLICK.

Jason stood alone for the first time since he met his new Mistress.
It was happening all so fast, he thought. He was frightened but the
mere sight of Lady Mowbray, let alone the smell or the touch, excited him
to no end. He was on the fast track in life, going to the right places,
meeting the right people. So what was he doing here, in a dingy
room at an isolated manor, several continents away from home? Jason
ruminated for several minutes before he got to the task at hand. All
that he had in his pockets were his wallet, his passport, some spare
change, and his hotel key. He put those in the bag and began to
disrobe. Off came his royal blue Ralph Lauren shirt and Levi 501
jeans. He sat on the mattress to pull off his Nike tennis shoes and his
cotton socks. Finally, red-faced, Jason pulled down his Calvin Klein briefs
and hesitantly stepped out of them.

With two plastic bags on the floor by the door, Jason stood in the
corner by the window with his arms folded, a chill running up his
spine.

He remained like that for an hour until he heard the familiar
clicking of Lady Mowbray's heels get louder and louder. Finally the key slid
in the lock and his new employer appeared. She had obviously just come
from a bath. Her honey tresses still damp and clean scented, a
slightly parted robe doing nothing to suppress her ample bosom. Jason got
more than a good view at her form this time. Her long coltish legs
perched atop slippers seemed to go on forever until they disappeared under
her silk burgundy robe.

Jason's eyes widened. Lady Mowbray actually flashed him. A sneak
peak only, but done on purpose, he was sure. She wasn't wearing anything
underneath the robe. Her open-toed burgundy slippers also flashed
him a good look at her alabaster toes, a healthy pink glow to her nails
manicured perfectly and polished clearly. Just like her lovely hands.
Lady Mowbray carried a goblet of Chardonnay in her right hand and
seemed rather mellow. She looked like the cat who just ate the canary as
her blue eyes trailed down to Jason's noticeably erect penis. It was
circumcised and 61/2 inches long but if you asked Jason, he'd tell
you seven.

Swallowing the last of the wine, Lady Mowbray put the glass on the
floor by the bags and proceeded to rummage through Jason's wallet.
She found travellers cheques, some credit cards, and of course his
passport. The robe had a pocket from which Jason's new Mistress
produced a large pair of shears. He swallowed hard as Lady Mowbray
checked the sharpness of the blade on his driver's license. She
started to laugh deeply from her diaphragm. Jason thought she might be
drunk. In the blink of an eye, she sliced to ribbons all of Jason's
valuables: passport, credit cards, traveller's cheques, everything. Even his
clothing was not spared.

Lady Mowbray sauntered over to the distraught man with her empty wine
goblet. She swabbed the inside of the glass with her long porcelain
finger until it was wet. She moved in on her new conquest until he
was enveloped. Her clean fresh scent and damp hair aroused him further.
The toe of her heeled slipper purposely stepped on poor Jason's
unprotected toes until he let out a stifled moan. Lady Mowbray then
raped his mouth with her index finger, probing it, exploring it.
Jason just stood there and took it, took it all. His Goddess breathed
deeply and studied him through heavy eyelids. He felt her breath on his
cheek.

Suddenly, Lady Mowbray replaced her finger with her tongue, her warm
wet pink tongue. It still tasted of grape and Jason returned her kiss
with a passion that surprised him.

Just as suddenly, Lady Mowbray pulled away and waved her finger at
him.

"You shouldn't take advantage of me like that darling. Don't you
realize that I'm the weaker sex?" she said mockingly. "I must go now
and join my husband for dinner. Susie will be here soon to feed you.
See you in the morning my pet."

Jason lay on the bare mattress staring at the camera.

" I wonder who is watching? Maybe they are recording it? My God! What
if they send copies to my friends?"

He was saved from his imagination when he heard the key turn in the
lock. Susie, and a mirror image of her, entered the room.

" Who's this?" he asked abruptly.

" This is Sarah. My twin sister. Double trouble." She moved close to
her, put her arm around her and kissed her cheek.

" My God," he thought. " Lesbians."

His mind ran wild. Recalling all the stories about what lesbians did
to men if they had one. Susie was carrying a plastic bag. In it were
four short, broad, straps with silver coloured D rings. One longer strap
with a D ring, a length of Lycra material and a leather lead. He felt
his erection rising at the sight of the two young girls and the
contents of the transparent bag.

" Oh, look. He is pleased to see us," said Susie as she threw the
four short straps at his now erect cock.

" Put these on. On your wrists and ankles," she added after a pause
and a grin. "Nice and tight. If we have to tighten them you won't
like
it."

While he was doing that, she went out the door for a moment and
returned with a bowl of porridge, which she put on the floor, since there was
no table.

When he had the straps on his wrists and ankles, he looked back at
the girls and noticed for the first time that Sarah was carrying what
looked like a two foot length of orange coloured broom stick, with
two short nails in the end.

" What's that for? There's no need for violence."

Sarah lunged at his bare foot, stabbing it with the prongs. " This!
You mean?"

The electric shock stabbed up his body, paralyzing him for a second.

" Shit! That hurt."

" It's a cattle prod. Her Ladyship thought we might find it useful in
your early days of training."

"Stand up."

" Turn around."

Jason felt his wrists being fastened together by a short length of
chain and two small padlocks.

"Now, eat."

" I can't."

" On your knees, slave." The two girls held his arms while he
kneeled down.

" Now, lick it up."

He began to lick the porridge from the bowl, spilling some on the
floor.

Susie took the bowl away. " Clean it up."

When he had licked the tiles clean, she replaced his bowl.

Sarah was standing behind him and had a good view of his large balls
hanging down between his legs. She held the cattle prod perilously
close to them. Susie saw her and shook her head.

" Ohhh, you spoil all my fun."

Instead, she kneeled down and began to stroke his balls.

" Keep eating," commanded Susie.

After a few moments, lubrication began to run from the tip of his
hard cock, joining it to the tiles with a silken thread.

" That's more mess you are going to have to lick up."

When he had finished eating, Susie squatted down in front of him, her
short skirt well above her knees. Watching his face, she slowly
opened her bent knees. Jason had a lovely view down her thighs to her nylon
clad pussy. A few pubic hairs were escaping from the tight white
material.

" You like looking up women's skirts do you? "

He nodded.

Lady Mowbray also made a note of this, in the comprehensive dossier
she was recording about him. She made a mental note to thank her husband
for his choice. His Profilers and private eyes had made an excellent
choice of a potential sex slave for her. She understood they had
made a start by hacking into an e-mail archive. She turned off the monitor
and went to her specially equipped bedroom.

Susie stood up, lifted her skirt and very slowly pulled down her
knickers. She stepped out of them and carefully folded them with the
crotch on the outside. She then placed them over Jason's mouth, with
the crotch under his nose. Her other hand was behind his head,
holding
it still.

" Smell me," she said, gritting her teeth.

Sarah fetched the strip of Lycra from the bag.

Without warning, Susie pulled his hair then stuffed her knickers into
his open mouth. Sarah tied them tightly in place with the Lycra.
They then put the last strap round his neck and clipped a lead onto it.

" Come on. We are going to see her Ladyship. She will have been
watching and will be randy by now."

Susie led him down the corridor. Sarah followed, carrying the prod.

The trio travelled the rather long route to the west wing. This was
where Lady Mowbray maintained her personal and private bedroom with
its adjoining study.

"Enter," answered the Mistress of the house upon hearing Sarah's
gentle knock. "Thank you girls, you may retire."

Jason was once again alone with the new centre of his universe. Lady
Mowbray's eyes devoured the bound man's nude form. Before he averted
his eyes, Jason caught a fleeting glimpse of his Goddess. Her flaxen
locks were tied back into a ponytail by a candy apple red scrunchie.
It gave a severe bite to her creamy complexion but elegantly
highlighted her ivory neck. To him she seemed a paradox. A certain
kind of feminine intensity seeped from her pores.

Lady Mowbray had changed out of her kimono into an oversized cotton
t-shirt with matching jade green knickers. She was barefoot. Her
luscious hourglass figure made Jason swoon. She had curves in all the
right places and when she was in close proximity, he felt his heart
turn into apple sauce. He was especially fond of her rump and could not
describe the sensations that he felt while in her presence. Sure
there was trepidation, fear even. But there was something else, something
deeper. Even Jason could not comprehend it.

Jason suddenly realized how horny he was. His testicles hung heavy
and low and his erection had not subsided since he stripped to his
birthday suit. He had not had a regular role in the hay for about two
months. Before this current madness, Jason decided to devote his full
resources to work and was even too tired for masturbation. His
vacation was a job requirement, so he decided to unwind overseas. He used the
money (that was originally earmarked for moving to a bigger
apartment) for his travel expenses instead. Jason just couldn't find the right
apartment. He was a perfectionist. Ironically, he now found himself
living in the biggest of houses.

Jason normally had no problem attracting women. Unfortunately, they
were all too often the wrong kind. Bimbos, airheads - Jason had them
all. But, to him, these "girls" were just empty calories. He never
really experienced a real woman.

The Barbie dolls in the local joints always were attracted to his
type: boyish, but rugged enough, well-groomed short dark brown hair, clean
shaven. Jason was not overly muscular but was proud of his runner's
body and tried, always, to lose more weight. Lean and mean, he was
fond of calling it. His body was not overly hairy either, just a thatch
of dark chest hair tapering down to his privates.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," cooed Lady Mowbray.

Jason stood barefoot on the plush white carpet with his hands still
chained behind him. He stood in front of the bureau, where the twins
left him, his knees leaning against the velvet cushion of the bench.
The leash hung from his neck as he chewed on Susie's soiled undies.
He looked down at his engorged cock and bloated testicles. Again, a
string of seminal fluid travelled from the head of his penis to the
red velvet below. It was hardly noticeable but the young man did not
want to anger his Ladyship by defiling her furniture. He especially did
not want to experience the taste of the infernal cattle prod again.
Embarrassed, Jason desperately looked for something to clean it up.
Realizing this was a strategic impossibility, he moved to the other
corner of the room, ignoring his transgression.

Lady Mowbray entered from her study with a book which she then
placed on the nightstand. Jason couldn't see the title but it was a hardcover.
She approached him with a condom and rolled it down his penis. She
must have somehow witnessed his "accident." At her bed, she pulled the
comforter away and placed it on a chair in the corner. Finally, Lady
Mowbray sunk down into the thick mattress which was covered in
champagne coloured silk sheets. It struck Jason that, at this moment, her
Ladyship reminded him of a simple college girl with her legs tucked up to her
chest and her nightshirt pulled over her knees, her head buried in a
book.

But Lady Mowbray did not forget her slave's presence. For just a
second, she lifted her nose out of the book and curled her index
finger at him. Like a magnet, he followed her hand as she patted the sheet
between her legs. Soon, Jason and Amanda resembled some sort of
hedonistic sculpture. She, supine with her legs bent and spread and
he, between them on his knees with his hands under lock and key. Lady
Mowbray reached forward to remove the Lycra strap and pulled Susie's
panties from Jason's mouth. She grabbed his leash with her other
hand.

"You may pay homage to my female essence now slave," Lady Mowbray
intoned. "You know, how do you Americans say it? Eat me out."

Jason looked into the sea that was her eyes and quickly fell forward
onto his shoulders. It was awkward, but he managed it without
falling on top of his Mistress. Amanda raised her pelvis and pulled her t-
shirt up to her flat belly. That's when he realized that she was
nude below the waist. The sight of her buried treasure took Jason's breath
away. Jason breathed in her natural musk as she casually stroked his
hair like she might pet a dog.

Jason prepared for the task at hand for he never did this to a woman
without the use of his hands. "I'll have to be twice as good to
accomplish half as much," he thought ridiculously to himself as his
brain went into overdrive. But if his brain was in overdrive then
his cock threatened to break the sound barrier.

Jason began by nuzzling Amanda's inner thigh. It was already warm
and moist from body heat. He timidly started to place tender kisses all
over it. Soon, he traced the tip of his tongue along her thigh
toward her pussy and back down again. The bedroom suddenly seemed more
humid as Jason collected Amanda's sweat with his tongue and swallowed it.
He repeated this on her other thigh then gently licked his way along the
crease coming to her fragrant womanhood.

Jason nuzzled Amanda's bush with his face and lightly brushed his lips
over her slit. From Jason's vantage point, all that he saw from
between her legs was that damned book. She wouldn't even give him the
satisfaction of pretending to feel pleasure. That did it. He would
force her to reveal to him that the experience was pleasurable.
Maybe not with words, but she would eventually admit it.

Jason again brushed his lips over Amanda's slit. He then planted
them right on top and kissed gently. The captive slave savoured every
minute of this, for all that he went through was now worth it. Her smell,
her taste - Jason wished it would remain on his lips forever. He used
his hot tongue to separate Amanda's pussy lips and swabbed up and down
between her dampening folds.

He sensed that she was responding so Jason started to kiss Amanda's
pussy harder and again ran his tongue up and down between the pink
layers of flesh. Like a dog, Jason used his head to coax his
Mistress to open her legs wider and she responded, face still buried in the
hardcover. He quickly pushed his tongue in and out of her sultry
pussy, then slowed down deliberately. Up and down the length of
Amanda's pink lips ran Jason's tiring tongue, with nary a peep out of
the woman. He made gentle assaults on Amanda's clitoris and the book
began to wobble. Her clit began to get a tongue bath as Jason was
determined to please his Mistress even as his own cock threatened to
cut a hole in the mattress.

The sole of Amanda's left foot started rubbing the bedsheet as Jason
continued his humble assault on her divine flesh. It soon began to
torridly grind the sheet, popping its corner from the mattress. Her
legs began to quiver and Jason took Amanda's clit in his hot mouth
and started to suck, first mildly then he pretended to try and swallow
it.

Lady Mowbray writhed and tried to suppress her moans. She lifted her
hips as an orgasm approached. Jason almost fell out of the bed as he
could barely keep his balance while she clamped down on his head.
Like a rodeo cowboy, his hungry mouth held onto Amanda's clit during the
wild ride.

Before she barely had time to recover, Jason urged his soft tongue
underneath Amanda's clitoris and began to tongue fuck her sopping
pussy. His neck stiff, Jason greedily swallowed her vaginal secretions which
sated his thirst but not his libido. Jason lost count after her third orgasm, but greedily lapped away as her honey flowed freely.

Sated, Lady Mowbray stretched out languidly and purred. Her
hardcover was on the floor and her slave was still between her legs, his face
shiny and red. Struggling, Jason got back up on his knees as his
eyes drank in the Goddess before him. He licked his lips as his swollen
cock jutted obscenely in front of him.

Lady Mowbray slowly raised one muscular thigh and gently pushed him
off the bed. He fell on one shoulder and his hip onto the thick carpet.
The book fell and lay near him on the floor. He could just see part of
the title. ' The Marquis De Sade.'

Amanda reached for the bedside bell push. A few minutes later, the
terrible twins arrived.

" Yes Madam."

They grinned at Jason, sprawled at their feet. His cock still hard
and erect.

" Prepare us."

" Yes Madam."

Lady Mowbray stretched out spread-eagled on the bed. The girls tied
her wrists to the top bedposts and her ankles to the bottom ones. They
then put a pillow under her hips, raising her pussy and putting it on
offer. The girls then unclipped Jason's lead and clipped it on the chain
joining his wrists. They then tied the end to the chain joining his
ankles. He was in a loose hog-tie. They then removed his condom,
spending some time stroking his stomach, thighs and balls. The girls
then retired to sit in two plush armchairs to watch the fun. Amanda
raised her head to try and see him.

" Come and collect your reward. You can take me as many times as you
are able."

She raised her pussy just a little higher. Jason was in a kneeling
position beside the bed.

" I can't, Madam."

" I hate wingers. Girls, gag him with your knickers."

The girls almost ran to obey. They stood in front of him, raised
their short skirts and lowered their knickers. Susie stuffed hers in his
mouth and tied them in place with a strip of cloth from under the
bed. Sarah folded hers carefully and placed them over his gag and under
his nose again tying them in place with another strip of cloth. He could
just breathe and each breath was filled with the smell of the girl's
cunts.

" Come on. Take me. I'm waiting. Fuck my brains out."

Eventually, Jason managed to half roll onto the bed and ended up
falling on his back between her legs. Amanda raised her head. She
could just see the tip of his cock stuck in the air.

" It's no use to me up there."

He struggled until his gagged face was resting on her open cunt. He
was breathing heavily and with difficulty. The two girls sat and watched
in fascination, and began to play with themselves to produce
lubrication. Eventually he turned and positioned himself kneeling between her
legs. His cock was up at forty five degrees. He had to get it down. He fell
forward heavily onto Amanda.

" Oooff. You oaf. You'll pay for that."

His cock was now at the correct angle, the tip poised to enter her.
As he thrust forward, she raised one thigh and his cock plunged into the
join of her thigh and her tummy. The pain of the impact was enough to
prevent him shooting his load all over her stomach. Tears of
frustration were now mingling with the sweat on his face. He was
struggling to get enough air. Amanda raised the other thigh. It was
then he realized the ropes round her ankles were not actually tied to
the bed.

She gripped him in her powerful thighs, lifted him to the edge of the
bed and dropped him back on the floor. She got off the bed and untied
his lead joining his wrist to his ankles.

" You're useless."

She kneeled astride his face.

" Here. Have a close look at what you have missed out on."

She lowered her large cunt until it enveloped his face. Again he had
trouble breathing. Amanda nodded to the girls. Susie collected an
artificial latex vagina from a drawer and checked the batteries in
it. Sarah collected a specimen jar and screwed it on to the base of the
vagina. They both collected the lubrication from their pussies with
their fingers and lubricated the latex vagina. Susie then sat astride
his chest. Her back touching Amanda. Amanda promptly put her arms
around her and began to tease her nipples. Sarah undid the chain
between his ankles. Pushed his legs apart and kneeled between them,
holding onto his legs. Susie very carefully took hold of his cock and
placed the tip just inside her vagina.

Jason realized where his cock was and pushed forwards as best he
could. Susie let him enter a short distance a couple of times, then took his
cock out of her and put it in the latex vagina. In his highly excited
state, Jason did not notice the difference. He only managed a few
thrusts before he shot his load.

He then felt the vibrator come on and realized he had been fooled.
Susie relentlessly moved the vagina backwards and forwards. The
vibrator increased in intensity. Again he shot his load.

Sarah then began to stroke his thighs and balls. After some time of
this intense stimulation he again climaxed, but shot very little
semen. Amanda slapped Susie on both her thighs and Susie stood up. Holding
the vagina high, she watched as his semen ran into the jar at the bottom.
Amanda lifted up slightly, removed Jason's gag, and then sank right
down onto his face and gripped his head tightly with her thighs. He
thought his ear drums would burst and he began to suffocate.
Suddenly, a small quantity of liquid flooded into his mouth and nose. He choked
and swallowed most of it. The after smell told him it was urine. Lady
Mowbray got off him. He gasped for air.

"He seems to have done fairly well...for a first time."

Lady Mowbray looked down at her victim.

"Sixteen millilitres-and he managed to swallow even if he didn't
manage to fuck me."

All three women laughed.

" Take him back to his room. Remember, I want his dick hard and erect
at all times."

She looked at it hanging limply between his legs.

Jason and the twins headed back to the west wing. It was still only
the first day at the manor for the young man, but it already had taken
its toll on him.

Susie and Sarah half dragged and half carried him to his cell-like
room. It was midnight and the moon was full. They lay Jason out on the
mattress when Susie complained about his sagging manhood.

"This simply will not do, Sarah. Will you look at this," the young
girl
pouted.

She took a fingernail and scratched at the clump of retreating flesh.
Jason was too exhausted to even flinch as he tried to comprehend what
he had just experienced. Lady Mowbray's salty nectar still lay on
his tongue as he licked his lips and tried to imagine them still pressed
to her divine womanhood.

"Sarah, you get the harness and I'll see what I can do about this,"
Susie said, wrinkling her brow in mock disgust.

The maid was still nude underneath her skirt and bent down to
straddle Jason's head, facing his feet. She lowered her auburn bush and
seething pussy to Jason's lips. His hands hurt terribly, pinned behind him as
they were, and the chain and padlocks dug into his back flesh.

Susie rubbed her raging cunt up and down Jason's slick face, from his
hairline to the tip of his chin and back again. She was randy and
wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by. At first, Jason
failed to respond and the girl found herself grinding away at Jason's nose,
looking for some feeble penetration. Susie was strong but her frame
was slight. Nevertheless, she pounded her 100 lbs. down onto his face to
get any kind of response from him. She finally decided to smother
him in order to get the attention of his servile tongue.

Susie enveloped Jason's nose with her anus and his mouth with her
pussy as her determination peaked. She ground her pert rump into his
features and hit pay dirt. Jason breathed in the scent of her delicate
rosebud as he swallowed Susie's drippings. She relented the furious smothering
when he finally started to lap at her clitoris. His wilted cock
began to wake up as Sarah returned from her errand.

"I see that his little willy wants a midnight snack. Well it'll
have to settle for this I'm afraid," Sarah remarked waving a leather and
metal contraption in the air.

While her sister was just getting comfy with the action she craved,
Sarah got on her knees to apply the harness to Jason's half-erect
organ. Thin strips of leather separated each testicle and snugly
encircled the whole sac. A D-ring was connected underneath. The
attached leather cock cage had a series of metal rings, starting at
the base and ending just under the head.

The result was a firm fit that caused his balls to stick out like two
plums. But the discomfort that Jason felt would increase two-fold
as his erection grew to full-mast. The straps became tighter and
tighter as Susie's cunt became looser and looser. Her juices dripped
down Jason's cheeks and chin, soaking the mattress. Without any
bed sheets, Jason would be getting used to that fragrance.

As his cock throbbed in its prison and his appetite increased, Jason
soon began dry-humping the air. The twins just looked at each other
and giggled. Sarah took the heel of her pump and lightly grazed the
head of his cock, but quickly pulled away when he tried to rub up against it.

"Okay, Susie, we can finish this in our room, without this... this..
man," Sarah barked as the twins turned to the video camera and
winked.

The capricious vixens left the tiny prison arm in arm, stepping over
the prostrate man in the process.

Jason was left alone, damp with Susie's juices, as he lay on the wet
musky mattress. His cock was like a chunk of granite as he thought
about his overseas trip and contemplated the moonlight. He had
planned to look up his old college flame, Justine, and see what she was up
to. Jason heard through the grapevine that she was in Jakarta on a
business trip. He wanted to surprise her on his way home when he heard that
she was still single. He had hoped to rekindle something with her. Just
then, he drifted off to a fitful sleep.

Lady Mowbray watched as Jason fell asleep and his erection faded. As
his cock wilted, the pain from the rings of his cock cage must also
have reduced.

" That's no good," thought Amanda. "I need some way to keep him hard
all night. I will get better semen production that way as well."

She went into her library to study some catalogues.

She was on the telephone first thing the next morning, ordering some
new devices. She then went to see her new plaything. The twins were just
leaving with his empty bowl.

" Has he licked up every drop?"

" Yes madam. Like a good puppy."

" We need a name for it. I think Jenny would be a good name."

Amanda bent down and clipped a lead onto the D ring on the strap
around his balls.

" Come on. We need to christen you."

She pulled on the lead.

" Ouch."

He arched his back as his balls stretched. Then he managed to get to
his knees and stand.

" I've told you about whining before. Gag him girls."

" I'm sorry madam, but we don't have one with us."

" Alright. You should carry one with you at all times. You could hook
it on your belt. Sarah, go to your room and get the ring gag. We'll
meet you in the bathroom."

Jason was dragged to the bathroom by his balls.

" On your knees."

Amanda moved close and opened her split skirt. Jason thought she
wanted him to eat her pussy, so he eagerly but awkwardly got onto his knees.
Amanda held her skirt open, so that her pussy, clad in blue silk was
inches from his face.

" Hog-tie him."

Susie and Sarah always enjoyed their work and were always smiling.
Having learned from her mistake over the gag, Sarah now had some
lengths of nylon cord hanging from her belt. She took one length and
tied an end to the chain holding his wrists together. Then she
threaded the other end through both D rings on his ankle cuffs. Threading it
back through the wrist chain, she pulled as hard as she could. His
feet came off the tiles, leaving him balanced on his knees.

Amanda moved closer and buried his face in her silk covered pussy.
Holding his head tight, she kept him balanced on his knees while
Sarah tied off the cord. Amanda twisted his collar around, so that its D
ring was at the back of his head.

Sarah realized what was wanted. She tied another length of cord to
the D ring.

" Now his balls," said Amanda.

With great glee, Sarah passed the cord through the D ring on the
strap around and separating his balls. She pulled. Amanda muffled his cry
with her pussy, moving forward and pushing his head back, so that the
cord could be tightened further. His balls were now pulled back
between his legs and his caged cock was pulled down to the horizontal. Amanda
gave Susie his lead which was still attached to his collar.

" Tie it to one of the taps."

She then took another length of cord. Tied it to the D ring on his
cock cage and the other end to a cupboard door. She carefully adjusted the
tension so that he was balanced on his knees, with his feet off the
floor. If he leaned back, his cock was stretched. If he leaned
forward, his balls were stretched. She stood back, admiring their handiwork.

"One last finishing touch."

Amanda took the small chrome ring from Sarah. It had straps attached.
She pulled his hair. While his mouth was open, she put the ring
inside and fastened the straps at the back of his head. Jason was now
effectively gagged, but at the same time, he could not close his
mouth.

" Now girls, time for the christening, I think."

She unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then she
dropped her knickers. Susan and Sarah did the same.

" Better collect them. We don't want them getting wet."

Susie collected their skirts and knickers. Putting them on top of the
laundry basket. The three women stood close to his head. Their thighs
touching so they could feel each other's warmth. Sarah and Susie got
excited. They loved being close to Amanda and they loved the sight of
her large furry pussy. Jason had the best view. His face was totally
hemmed in by thighs and pussies. The two girls put their hands on
Amanda's thighs. When she didn't brush them off, they became bolder
and began to explore her lips. The cunt in front of his face became
moist. The lips were opened. Expert fingers sought out and found her
large clit.

Jason watched helplessly as she eventually climaxed, pushing her hips
forward so that some of her lubrication touched his nose. His
stretched balls ached. His stretched cock was tightly imprisoned. Engorged with
blood, it too ached. His lubrication was reaching to the tiles. He
suddenly remembered how he would have to clean it up. He wanted to
say
he was sorry, but he could not speak.

" Enough," said Amanda abruptly. " Let's get on with the ceremony."

She stood astride his ring-gagged upturned face. Smiling down at
him, she said, " I hereby christen you Jenny."

She urinated all over his head. He was unable to move an inch. Some
went into his mouth.

" Drink it," said Sarah as she gave a vicious tug at the cord leading
to his balls.

When Amanda had finished, Sarah stood astride him and pissed on his
face. She had a smaller cunt and better aim. Susie then pissed on his
upturned face. Again she was a good shot, most of it going straight
through the chrome ring. Jason choked and spluttered. His involuntary
movements had caused him extra pain.

The three women then left him. They went into the shower all together
and there was much giggling and splashing. Jason's knees ached. His
balls ached. His cock ached. His wrists, ankles, and neck were sore
where the urine soaked into the leather. He dare not relax and tried
to keep the tension on his cock and balls even.

As the steam from the hot shower hung heavy in the air, Jason tried
to get accustomed to his awkward position. This was probably his worst
hour under the rule of Lady Mowbray and he struggled with it. His
normally flat belly was bloated with the piss of the three women now
bathing together to his immediate left. All he had to eat in the
last 24 hours was that funny-tasting porridge and the secretions and urine
of the three women.

Jason slightly turned his head to the left. He wanted to look at the
she-devils through the curtain. Only for a split-second, though, for
his trapped testes would not permit it. A stifled moan escaped from his
painfully stretched lips. But nobody heard it. Instead, the room
was joyful with the sounds of splashing and giggling. Sarah shampooed
Amanda's golden hair as her sister tended to the bottom half. Then
the twins took turns shampooing each others copper tresses as Amanda left
the shower first. She walked over to the bound young man as clean
droplets trickled onto the tiles. Jason took a good look at his
Mistress and his cock threatened to burst its prison.

"My, my, Jenny. Your 'clit' looks like it needs some relief," Amanda
teased. "However it needs some time to build up its resources. You
will keep it nice and hard for me though, won't you lover? You know,
Jenny. You look so cute trussed up like that with that gag. Perhaps
I'll change your title from handyman to toilet slave. You seem to
fit into this room rather perfectly. I'm sure you could swallow lots of
things," she said rather ominously.

Amanda stroked Jason's short hair as the sisters approached their
boss and proceeded to dry her with a big soft peach towel.

"I think this will have to grow out," she said, grabbing a handful of
dark brown hair and sharply pulling forward.

Jason's tortured sac was unmercifully pulled up towards his collar
and his eyeballs nearly popped from their sockets. A tortured howl
escaped from his parched lips as Amanda laughed throatily. Her icy blue eyes
bore into Jason's bewildered brown ones. As frightened of her as he
was at this moment he still couldn't resist her. What an exquisite
creature she was, like a long-stemmed yellow rose. Her haughty visage was up
to something, he thought.

Just then, Amanda pulled away and thrust forward, spitting from her
lovely pink lips a glob of saliva that shot into Jason's gaping
mouth. It was a perfect bulls eye, the twins remarked as they combed each
others red hair. With his head pulled back to his balls, he had no
alternative but to swallow. Amanda smiled, exposing her pearly whites
and sat on the toilet next to her slave as Susie combed her sun-
kissed hair.

The trio soon left Jason alone in his strict hog-tie, balanced
precariously on his knees. He watched as the women walked out
totally nude. But his brown eyes zeroed in on the nude in the centre, his
owner Amanda. He watched the undulations of her well-rounded
derriere and wished that his trapped tongue could bathe its luscious surface.

Jason realized that this little show was for the explicit intent to
build a semen reserve within him. Well, he thought, it certainly was
working as pre-cum trailed along the lead pulling at his cock. His
balls bulged like a pair of purple plums and the rings cut into the
flesh of his penis. Jason felt like he'd never been hornier.

While their pitiful slave wallowed in the bathroom of the west wing,
Susie and Sarah prepared for the evening's festivities. Amanda,
meanwhile, decided to take a nap on the leather sofa near the
kitchen.About ninety minutes later, she was awakened by a discordant clang.
Sarah dropped a pot and ran into the next room to apologize for the
disturbance.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it won't happen again," she confessed.

"Sarah," Amanda asked glancing at the clock on the wall, "Did either
you or your sister release it from its bondage? It's been nearly two
hours,you know."

"Forgive me ma'am, but Susie and I are preparing for tonight. We
must have forgotten."

"Release him immediately and bring him here."

"Yes ma'am."

Sarah headed to the west wing and when she opened the bathroom door
she was met with a horrid sight. Jason was still on his knees in the
hog-tie, only he was shivering uncontrollably. The muscles in his neck
and thighs were spasming and drool oozed from the corners of his gaping
orifice. Oh, yes, and he peed all over himself. He knelt in a
puddle of his own urine and the stench hit Sarah full in the face.

His cock was now as purple as his balls but Jason was silent - no
moans, nothing. Trying to avoid the puddle, Sarah leaned forward and quickly
removed him from his bonds. Even his hands were free for the first
time in 24 hours. Only his cock and balls were still encased in that
cursed harness and the chrome ring-gag remained affixed. Sarah
ordered him to shower and clean the bathroom and to report to Lady Mowbray
immediately.

Wobbly, Jason completed his appointed tasks and made his way to the
east wing.

Lady Mowbray reclined on the ivory leather sofa with a portable CD
player and headphones wrapped around her lovely head. With brilliant
blue eyes tightly clenched, her slim bare feet hung over an armrest
and idly conducted an imaginary orchestra. Amanda bit the corner of her
shiny lower lip as she became more and more detached from her
surroundings. She had been listening to Bach's Air on a G String
when she was rudely interrupted.

Jason just stood there staring down at the floor. He couldn't speak
and was ashamed of his appearance. He was actually there for 5 minutes
before Amanda noticed him at the far corner of the couch. She took
the big toe of her right foot and gently scraped a bit of seminal fluid
off the tip of Jason's member.

"On your knees, Jenny."

He quickly complied as Amanda soothed the cream into Jason's parched
lips with her delectable toe. Oh, how Jason wanted rip out that
horrible gag and plant soft sweet kisses on that savoury ped. Instead,
he enjoyed this tender moment from his Mistress and wondered what lie
ahead.

Amanda went to the side board, opened a drawer and came back with a
fresh set of wrist cuffs and a length of cord.

" Oh no. Not again," thought Jason.

She threw him the cuffs.

" Put these on."

While he was doing it, she removed the ring gag from his mouth.

The relief was wonderful. He moved his mouth and face to relieve the
painful muscles. He dare not use his hands. He had been ordered to
fasten the cuffs and this must be done first.

" Stand up."

Jason was disappointed. He had hoped the removal of the gag would be
followed by an order to eat her pussy. Amanda knelt in front of him.
His battered cock rested against her cheek. He moved his hips, trying
to masturbate himself against her face. For a wonderful moment he
thought she was going to allow it. Then she grasped his tender balls
and he lost all interest.

" Naughty Jenny."

Amanda tied the cord to the D ring on his testicles. She then stood
up and fetched two one-foot lengths of chain and four small padlocks.

" Fasten your ankles together and then your wrists."

When he had finished to her satisfaction, she took his arm and led
him to the dining table that was set for three.

" Get under the table."

She threaded the cord between the table legs, so that it reached out
at the head of the table where Lady Mowbray went and sat down. She rang
a small hand bell on the table.

Sarah, Susie and another older woman came in. They were carrying a
delicious roast dinner for three people. Jason realized he was
starving.

" Madge, fetch the wine and the dessert. I will need you to help
clean up afterwards. Then you may have the night off."

" Thank you Madam."

If she saw Jason under the table, she said nothing. She was totally
loyal and would quite literally give her life for her Mistress.

When she was gone, Amanda said, " Right girls. Let's get ready to
feed him."

He saw them stand up. Their skirts fell to the floor. Then he saw
them step out of their knickers. All three sat down on the edge of their
chairs, their legs wide apart. He looked around him. There were three
sets of open thighs. At the end of each set was an open cunt.

Jason was just edging towards Susie's when he heard the command "
EAT!" and felt a tug on his sensitive testicles. He looked towards the
voice and saw a piece of roast chicken protruding from Amanda's cunt. He
crawled towards it, ate the chicken and licked the lips that had held
it. He felt a yank at his balls.

" I said eat. Nothing else."

Jason felt a stinging blow from a riding crop on his left buttock. He
turned in that direction and saw a piece of broccoli protruding from
Susie's cunt. He crawled over and ate it. A stinging blow on his
right buttock attracted his attention to Sarah's food-filled cunt.

Sometime later, his buttocks were sore, his testicles ached even
more, but Jason was well fed. The girls left the table. Amanda pulled on
his string and he crawled out after them. She guided him to a thick
artificial bear skin rug, in front of an artificial log fire. Then
she put her foot on him and pushed him over onto his back. The length of
chain allowed his wrists to rest at his sides.

Amanda knelt over his face.

" Now, really eat me."

He felt his cock cage being removed. The relief was indescribable.
Then the strap around his balls was removed. Finally, his cock was slipped
into the soft, warm, well lubricated artificial vagina. At the same
time, gentle hands caressed his aching balls. The relief was
explosive. He passed out.

In a semi-conscious state, Jason felt himself being carried by four
women to his room. He heard part of their conversation.

" Tomorrow. Hog-tie him in the boot. Keep him quiet. Go to the back
entrance of the surgery. Doctor Patricia and her nurse want him all
day."

The rest was vague. He slept as though in a coma.

The sunrise woke Jason as light filtered through the bars of his
cell. He couldn't see the sun, though. Hadn't seen it for a couple of
days. But the young man with the girl's name felt refreshed. Funny how a
good night's sleep could do that. Jason stretched his tight muscles as
far as his chains would allow and began pacing the room for exercise.
Back and forth, up and back. This went on for about a half hour as the
rest of the house slept. A few deep knee bends later and Jason was
feeling like his old self.

This was to be short-lived however. Susie unlocked the door first
and brought him his bowl of porridge, which he customarily ate off the
floor. No bowl of water though.

"Sarah will be in shortly to 'water you,'" was the way the young girl
oddly described it.

She left Jason alone as he licked all traces of the gruel from his
lips. The taste didn't even bother him any more.

"By the way, Jenny, what's the correct spelling of Justine's last
name? Madame can't make out your handwriting."

Jason was shocked.

"The address book," he thought to himself. "I thought that was
destroyed."

He thought back to his first day at Lady Mowbray's's manor and
realized
that she never did cut the small book up.

"She must have pocketed it in her kimono."

Justine. The name buzzed in his head.

"Was Amanda going to contact her in Indonesia? Lord no! I don't
want her to see me like this," Jason argued in his mind.

Jason and Justine were engaged for two years until he broke it off
and devastated his fiancée. He really did love her but his friends
talked him out of it.

"You're too young," they reasoned, and besides, "she ain't going
anywhere."

Well, they both graduated and never did keep in touch. Jason never
did find anyone better and hoped he could make it up to her. He even
fantasized about proposing again.

"Well, dummy? HER NAME!" Susie scolded.

Jason stuttered, then responded. "B-O-U-L-A-N-G-E-R"

"Mmmm...sounds French. Yummy. Thanks, Jen," Susie chirped as she
jotted it down on a small notepad and turned to leave.

The thick door creaked shut and t

Dicks Diary Part 2

"I have always enjoyed a clean shaven snatch but along with the added kink of shaving my wife at another man's request it was great, even better."

Entered December 26- suck suck suck

Been sucking pussy today, my preferred taste. :-)
I've always enjoyed eating pussy. The taste, the enjoyment from my partner, everything. I like to roll my tongue up and suck on her clit while I have a finger or two inside her moving around. Drives her freaking berserk with pleasure.
We are both off work for the holidays. She is gone for lunch with a man she met through work. She wants him and he asked her to lunch, so he will probably get her.

Entered December 31 - The talk and the new guy

So, my wife and I had the every week or so heart to heart talk about this new lifestyle. She worries about our relationship. I need to reassure her less as time goes on that this is indeed what I want. She is becoming more confident and natural in her role as the completely dominant partner and realizing that this is what I want, have wanted, even now need. She has in fact become so natural in asserting her superior role that she completely dismissed my objections to me having sex with men because it is what she wants.
She also sort of slyly brought up that discipline is often a big part of relationships like ours. Spanking, that sort of thing. My thing as I've always said is submitting completely to her whims so I told her do with me what you wish and I think she will.
I do think things will quiet down after this first rush of exploration but I still hope not.
She hit it off with the lunch guy and went to see him this past Saturday. They had sex for three hours at his apartment. She is playing like a cheating wife to him so they didn't go out for fear of the jealous husband. He came in her mouth, ass, and pussy and told her consider herself thoroughly fucked. He asked her to shave her pubic hair completely off. I have asked to do this job for her before she sees him again.

Entered January 8 - Getting ready for him

She plans to see him - the lunch guy - again this Friday. I have to come up with names for people I just don't want to use their real ones. I have been whimpering to be allowed to shave her pussy for him and she LET ME!
I have always enjoyed a clean shaven snatch but along with the added kink of shaving my wife at another man's request it was great, even better.
I leaned over the bathtub with her in it and did it very carefully and slowly savoring every razored hair's drop. I'm happy we did it tonight so she will need to shave a little stubble off by Saturday and maybe I'll get a part of that action too. She let me rub my face on her clean shaven self and allowed me to tongue her to orgasm.

I think I have a shaving fetish. What the hell, I am a big bubbling brew of fetishes.

Her girlfriend is showing up less and less - a little jealous over the men in my wife's life. I'm not missing her a bit. She is hell to deal with in a mad state and she was going to set my wife and I up with a "date" designed to lose my anal virginity to a man. My ass clinches at the very thought.

Entered January 8 - E-mail

Got this e-mail tonight:

"I just read your diary. Very hot. I would love to have a submissive
man like you. Does your wife know how lucky she is?"

Yes, without question, she does. And I know how lucky I am. Our kinks fit together like puzzle pieces, giving the other what they want although neither of us fit the "normal" ways of men, women, husbands, wives. That is lucky.

I like getting mail - look at the top of this page and you'll see a link to send me e-mail.

Entered January 10 -Shopping and more fun

She wanted me to go with her to a lingere, laungeray, lawnger-A, I haven't a clue how to spell it right but a fancy women's underwear store. She wanted to upgrade her underthings for her date tomorrow and wanted me to come along. This is very common among cuckold couples if what I read on the web is true.
I was tired last night, on the couch and watching TV, waiting for her to tell me it was time to go. When she did tell me it was time, I hesitated, catching the end of an item on the news that took several minutes. She came up behind me and reached down and smacked my face and said NOW!
It was not hard enough to really hurt or soft enough to be an imitation of a slap. I was completely startled and obeyed immediately.
She had hinted about a little punishment and discipline. She had a hard day and wasn't in the best of moods beforehand. Slapping me turned her into not a good mood but a better and different one, and it gave me an erection that lasted on and off for hours, I have one now as I write and think about it.
We went to the store and it is quite a large and good one. She bought a whole array of things in many colors. She is very busy sexually. She asked my opinion on most things, the thong type red panties were a favorite. You can't beat bright red, it's like a flag saying "get your sexual delight here!"
The real turn-on was this white under support bra that held her tits up and pushed them out and left her nipples and the tops bare. Later at home I watched her put that thing on with a very sheer white silky top and you couldn't miss her hard nipples sticking out at you saying suck me and even the color of her nipples could be seen a bit. Incredibly sexy, pure sex, pornographic, awesome! The blouse was loose too and worn with a pair of tight jeans it would show a glimpse of her stomach when she would bend.
It was sex magic for me, she was magic. I was on my knees and kissing that glimpse of belly without thinking. She dropped the jeans and new panties and I brought her off with my tongue while she stood. If I sit my face hits her body perfectly. Later I jacked off sitting on the floor and she ignored me while she dressed for bed which was another turn-on.
Tonight I hope to bathe, shave, and dress her for her date. I'm nearly trembling with looking forward to it.

Entered January 10- Busy sex day

My third entry today and no doubt there will be another tonight. I'm shocked sex can be this intense.

Entered January 10 - Getting ready

She said she wanted to walk out a loaded gun.
It took several hours. I got her bath ready, lit candles, undressed her. I shaved her pubic area, a slight bit of stubble. I shaved her legs and underarms smooth and wet. I washed her hair and bathed her, a back-rub in the deal.
I watched her put on make-up, finish her nails. I saw her hairless pussy disappear underneath the red panties I helped pick out. I saw that under support and topless bra like a boob shelf lift her tits and point them out erect and long. I put perfume on her back and neck. The silky white shirt hid her tits but barely she was even more sexy with it on, larger than life.
I jacked off on the bed as she wiggled into her jeans, so tight, and picked out shoes. She wouldn't let me touch her sexually, she is saving it for him. Didn't want to take her sexual edge off.
She is gone to him and I wait, doing this and imagining him breathing the perfume I put on her, looking at her shaved pussy and not knowing I shaved it, getting her lipstick on his lips, face, dick. Him enjoying what I could only enjoy preparing for him. What I imagine them doing has to be beyond what they are capable of. I know he likes to do an oral, anal, vaginal tour.
I just wait. I sent her out a fully loaded, fully edged, ready to fire weapon.

Entered January 12 - She comes home

she came home at 2 a.m. and I ate her pussy like a gourmet meal and then fucked her like the magical being she is to me. Oral after the lover is called cream pie and it was good and I fucking loved it.
I've found freedom in renouncing my freedom, my only worry is her happiness and in that I am happy. Are you free and happy?

Entered February 1 - ow

Been taking it up the ass on a regular basis. We met him at a bar for an arranged date. He is officially bisexual but I'm thinking he prefers men. He brought us, his date, home and bent us both over the bed and rammed our asses. And yes, I did him too. Gets her off totally.

Entered February 14- Girlfriends

Valentines Day and I have been pussy free for some time.
Our date, mentioned in the last post and who I'll call Bill, has become a regular here.
My wife is his girlfriend. Under her guidance I have become his bitch. He romances her and takes her out and treats her with respect that borders on submission. They have sex in my bed whenever they like and several times he has spent the night with her there, sending me to the couch.
She has sex with him only, nothing for me.
I have been "encouraged" by my wife to have a relationship with Bill. He drops by and sticks his dick in me whenever he pleases, and to have mine stuck in him because he likes that. I've even answered a drunken call and went to his apartment alone for sex.
He didn't ask me to but I cleaned his apartment after he was through with me to make my humiliation complete. Sometime this weekend he is coming to my home and staying with my wife and sending me to his apartment to clean again. I'm told to not forget the laundry this time.

Tormented by Anon

Act I

Evening fell cool and crisp. Although Christmas had already come and
gone, there was only a light dusting of snow on the ground and there
was no hint of the bitter chill that should be in the air this time
of year. A full moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the street
with unnaturally bright silver light.

As Steven leaves his office it seems like any other Friday night. He
locks his door, heads to the elevator, puts his coat and gloves on
as he walks. He waves at the reception desk and flirts with the new
lady security guard on his way out the door. As he turns the corner
towards the parking lot he’s thinking about what he’s going to have
for dinner, which club he’ll go to tonight, which friends he’ll go
with, what sort of girl he’ll hook up with while he’s there, how
phenomenal the sex will be later on. He has no idea that life as he
knows it is about to end.

The van creeps slowly around the side of the building, coming from
the opposite direction to avoid being seen by anyone still leaving
the office. It’s a big greyish thing, battered and old. There are no
windows beyond the cab except for those required to see behind the
vehicle while driving. Inside, there is the blue-grey haze and acrid
smell of cigarette smoke. The men inside tell jokes and snicker at
their mark. Even if they hadn’t done all of the research that the
Lady asked, they’d still know he wasn’t local. He was from down
south somewhere. Texas. Arkansas. Louisiana. Wherever. It didn’t
matter. Everything south of Colorado was in breeder land to them.
It was pathetic the way he danced from foot to foot at the street
crossing, puffing and rubbing his hands together.

”You’d think it was fuckin’ forty below!” one of them laughed as he
lit another cigarette.

The boys had done their homework, though. They had been working on
this project for months. The Lady was very specific in her tastes
and would not be happy if they screwed this up for her. They knew
that he only spent a couple of weeks in town every few months for
business, so the grab had to be tonight. They knew that he had
announced a much-needed vacation only days before. They also knew
that he was single and that he had no other close family, him being
an only child and his parent’s tragically passing away only months
apart from each other several years ago. They knew that nobody
would be looking for him if he disappeared because he had left
instructions not to contact him while he was away. And, most
importantly, they knew that he was exactly what the Lady wanted,
the wet dream she had described in complete detail when she had
called on them.

All chatter in the van stops now as the men turn into the far end of
the parking lot. Cigarettes are hastily extinguished and the radio
is silenced. There is the soft sound of seatbelts being unfastened,
doors being unlocked, and equipment being readied. The van is slowly
closing the gap between them and the mark. They’re waiting for just
the right moment to act, that precious few seconds when the mark
becomes vulnerable. And then, there it is, like magic, in that fatal
moment of juggling briefcase, car keys and ringing cell phone. An
instant of fumbling and it is all done.

There is the loud screeching of tires on concrete as Steven tries to
answer his phone. He looks up and sees the headlights of the van
racing towards him, bearing down like some medieval monster. An
instant later it’s sliding to a halt beside him and the door is
slamming open. Men are jumping out, racing towards him. There is the
impression of black clothing, ski masks, and weapons in hand. He
drops the keys, the phone, his papers. He tries to run, but they’re
already grabbing hold of his coat and dragging him back towards the
van. He tries to fight, feels his fist connect solidly with flesh,
and then all goes black.

The loud slam of the van door being pulled shut heralds the return
of consciousness. There is a loud ringing in Steven’s ears and the
side of his head is throbbing with pain. He carefully tries to move,
to find out how badly he’s hurt, and realizes that his arms have
been pulled up over his head and somehow bound there.

As he looks up he sees the shadowy form of one of the kidnappers
standing in front of him gesturing at his face. He realizes after a
moment that there is a ball of rags in the man’s hand. The kidnapper
is saying something then and holding the rags out towards Steven’s
face, but Steven still can’t hear over the ringing in his own head.
He opens his mouth to speak, to tell them that he doesn’t
understand, but the kidnapper quickly shoves the rags into his mouth
before he can make a sound. The kidnapper then steps away for a
moment only to return with a roll of duct tape. Steven’s eyes widen
in fear as the kidnapper pulls the tape over his mouth and wraps it
tightly around his face and the back of his head.

As the kidnapper steps away again Steven sighs with relief, somehow
hoping that the worst is over. The dry fabric packing his mouth and
the tape pulling at his skin and hair is uncomfortable, but
bearable. He’ll make it through this, he’s sure of it. He has to
believe that.

A shadow falls over Steven’s face and he looks up to see another of
the kidnappers (or perhaps the same one... he’s unsure in the dark
interior of the van) standing over him. This time the kidnapper is
holding a long strip of black cloth. This is quickly placed over his
eyes and tied tightly, leaving him in total blackness, followed by
something else, a softness pressing against each of his ears.

As music begins to flood into his thoughts, Steven finds himself
thinking that maybe he won’t be alright after all...

Act II

It seems forever before Steven feels the inevitable rumble of the
engine starting and the sensation of moving forward. He takes a deep
breath and fights to concentrate over the blaring heavy metal and
the fear. He has to remember where they go, to feel the turns and
try to figure out where they are, and where they’re going, he needs
to escape.

But time passes slowly. Each moment is an eternity, and the songs
seem to go on for days. For a moment he is thankful for the
blindfold, thankful that the kidnappers can’t see the fear and
frustration in his eyes as he comes to the sudden realization that
he is hopelessly lost in a maze of invisible streets. There have
been too many twists and turns; the van has covered too much
distance. There is no way he could find his way back now.

The kidnappers follow the Lady’s instructions to the letter, driving
aimlessly for hours with the radio cranked up loud. They detour down
crowded streets so they can gawk at the girls in their weekend club
clothes, through dark back alleys where only the rats notice their
passing, and over deserted dirt roads with the silver moon shining
bright overhead. They hit the interstate just so they can push the
old van up to 90 and scream out the open front windows before taking
the twisting mousetrap exit to get off. They find deserted parking
lots to wind their way through and residential neighbourhoods so
quiet they have to turn the music off completely to avoid notice. It
didn’t matter where they went, just so long as they kept moving.

They took turns checking on the mark, occasionally turning the tape
in the Walkman over or adjusting the headphones on his ears. The
green lights on the van’s radio clearly read 1 AM, only another hour
or so to kill before they were to deliver him to the Lady.

The van begins to slow and there is the distant vibration of the van
door sliding open and the kidnappers getting out. Steven tenses. He
isn’t sure whether he is more pleased that the ride might be over or
terrified of what could happen to him next. He feels his arms being
lowered from over his head and winces at the stinging pins and
needles sensation as his circulation returns to normal. A moment
later, strong hands have hold of his shoulders, dragging him to his
feet, forcing him out of the van. Finally, the headphones are
roughly jerked from his ears, and Steven finds the silence to be far
more deafening and ominous than the music had been at its worst.

There is the soft sound of gravel crunching under his feet as he is
forced forward. The kidnappers do not speak, and this silence also
serves to make Steven’s pulse race. Suddenly, they are stopping and
there is the sound of a heavy metal door being opened. Then he is
forced forward again. There is a faint echo of their feet on the
floor. Tile, maybe? Or concrete? What sort of hell had they brought
him to?

The kidnappers stood silently in the hall, waiting for the Lady’s
men to arrive. They glanced sidelong at their mark, almost shivering
in his bonds, and marvelled that he had retained so much self
control. Most that they had brought here had long since broken down,
sobbing behind the blindfold, begging to be released before the gag
was securely in place, offering money or power or anything else they
would ask if only they could be set free again. But this one was
different. He had chosen not to cower or flee but to fight back. It
was almost a shame to turn him over to the Lady.

Steven stands in the cold silence, his heart thundering in his ears,
and wonders why his kidnappers are just waiting here like this.
Shouldn’t they be taking him somewhere? Or doing something to him?
What the hell was going on here? Then, faintly, he can hear the
sound of distant footfalls coming closer. He hears the kidnappers
shifting their feet around him.

It seems as if an eternity before the newcomers arrive, but to
Steven even that is far too soon. There is the soft rustle of paper
being handed over and then new hands firmly take hold of Steven’s
coat and shoulders. A voice hisses in his ear “Don’t even think of
fighting us, boy, cuz you’re gonna lose.” Then he is forced forward
again. Behind him he can hear the kidnappers walking away, and a
moment later, the door slamming shut behind them. It echoes and in
the hall like a warning of imminent doom.

As Steven walks with his new captors he becomes aware of the floor
gently sloping downward and of the air becoming slightly cool and
damp smelling. His mind races as he tries to determine where he may
have been taken, but to no avail. This place doesn’t fit any of the
places he conjures up in memory, and the hours spent in the van had
done their job well. It could be two blocks or two hundred miles
from his office.

After a time the floor begins to level out and Steven is forced
around a sharp corner. There is the sound of a door being closed
behind them and a soft breeze of warm air from an overhead vent.
There is only a moment to ponder his new surroundings before
Steven’s new captors go to work. His hands are held out in front of
him and there is the sound of tape being sliced through with a
knife. Then his coat is roughly removed and his arms pulled out away
from his sides. With the soft click of a metal padlock his wrists
are secured in what feels like heavy shackles and held there. Next,
his ankles are pushed apart and something is locked between them,
preventing him from closing his legs. A moment later all activity
has ceased. There is the sound of the door again, and then silence.

As Steven waits in the darkness and is finally able to ponder what
has become of him, he has a disturbing thought that chills him to
the bone, causing him to shiver even in the warm room. These people -
the kidnappers and these new captors - seem to know exactly what
they’re doing. How to grab him off the street, silence and bind him
in the van, drive him about until he is completely lost, and then
transfer him to another location and set of captors. They have
obviously done this before. And since he had never seen anything
about a kidnapping ring or disappearing persons on the news, they
were obviously very good at what they did.



Act III

Steven stands in the silent room for what feels like an eternity. It
could be minutes or it could be hours. He has by now lost all sense
of time.

He holds his breath and strains his ears in hopes of hearing....
something. After the long march down he feels as if he’s been locked
away in a tomb. But there is nothing. Not the echo of distant
footsteps or the sound of voices in the hallways, just the sound of
his breathing over the gag and the pounding of his heart in his
ears.

And then.... something changed. Steven slowly realized that he was
not alone in the room. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew that he was
being watched. He could feel eyes on him almost like a physical
touch. He imagined that if he just listened closely enough, if he
could just calm his beating heart, he could hear another person’s
breathing.

The Lady sat quietly in the large dungeon watching her new toy,
waiting. And then, there it was. The signal she had been waiting
for, the quickened breathing, the increased tension in his posture.
All signs that he finally knew that he wasn’t alone after all. Now
it was time to begin.

She carefully got to her feat, hearing the soft jingle of handcuffs
at her belt, and slowly began crossing the room. She loved the way
the boy’s head jerked at the sound of metal chiming against metal,
the way he turned his face this way and that trying to locate her by
sound was simply delicious.

She smiled as she got closer. This boy was exactly what she had
ordered. He was tall with dark hair and fine, almost feminine
features. He had a naturally pale complexion accentuated by long
hours under fluorescent office lights. He was probably as much a
slave to that job as he would soon become to his new owner on
Nakrad. Only his new owners would extract what they wanted of him
using much more effective tools than money or profit sharing or
vacation time.

Steven’s breathing quickened. He could hear the soft sound of them
moving closer ... whoever they were. His heart was thundering in his
ears and threatening to hammer its way out of his chest. They were
circling him, eyeing him from every angle like a predatory animal.
And although he could not flee, he instinctively knew that they were
stalking him. And then, suddenly, they were there, standing right in
front of him. He could feel warm breath on his face, the warmth of
another body, and those eyes measuring and appraising him.

There was a soft tapping on the floor, the sound of something being
dropped and then cool air against his skin. Then there was a second
tapping and more air to tease his flesh. And he realized the sound
was that of buttons falling to the floor as they were cut from his shirt.

Once again, time stretched and distorted in Steven’s mind, and he
was lost in the sound of buttons dropping to the floor as more and
more of his skin was exposed until only the very top button was
left.

A moment later, Steven felt hands tugging at his shirt, pulling it
out of his waste-band and pushing it open to expose his naked chest.
He shivered as hands lightly traced over his naked skin, teasing
with long nails. “Not bad boy. You stay in pretty good shape for an
office rat.” A female voice said from the darkness. Then the
fingers, which had been seductively teasing his flesh a moment
before, seized his nipples, pinching, pulling twisting until Steven
was whimpering behind the gag. And then, just as quickly as it
began, it was over.

Long seconds passed as Steven sucked breath through his nose. He
longed to pull his arms in close to his body, to curl into a ball
and protect his throbbing chest. “Awww. Poor baby. So weak.” the
voice came again. “Let’s see what else you’ve got for me to play
with...” Then her hands were tugging at his belt, unfastening it
with quickness that bespoke long practice. Then she was opening his
pants and easing them down over his hips, dropping them in an
awkward heap around his spread ankles.

Steven tenses as he hears her start circling him again, inspecting
his body from every angle. He can’t escape the feeling that he is
being weighed and judged. What would happen if she somehow found
him wanting? And what if he passed her inspection? Which fate would be
worse?

And then her hands are on him again, rubbing and squeezing his ass,
sliding around his waist and up over his naked chest again then down
toward his spread thighs and vulnerable cock, feeling him becoming
erect under the thin fabric of his underwear. “You like that, boy?
Not for long....” Then her hands slide down, roughly gripping his
balls, pulling downward and squeezing until another pained whimper
finds it’s way from behind the gag.

And then she is gone again, leaving Steven trembling and alone. He
feels his knees shaking and for the first time feels grateful for
the cuffs holding his arms aloft. Without them, he would no doubt be
a crumpled mess on the floor.

The Lady stood back now, watching the boy’s shivering body with a
small smile tugging at her lips. There was a lovely sheen of sweat
forming on his skin now. He was far more sensitive than she had
imagined he would be, and much more afraid. It would be a pleasure
indeed to break him to her will. “Move him to the chair.” she
instructed the men standing guard at either side of the door.

Leaving them to their task, the Lady then moved off to the side of
the room, carefully examining trays of clamps and weights, spreader
bars and floggers, gags and plugs until she had formed a plan in her
mind. She then selected the toys that she would need.

As she turned back to the room, she found that the men had already
stripped her new pet of his pants and ruined shirt and were well on
their way to forcing him across the room and into a waiting chair.

These men had been carefully selected for their employment records,
experience and discretion. They would do her bidding and they would
not talk about what went on here once they left. Large sums of money
and the knowledge of what would happen if they ever did ensured
that.

As the Lady returned to her work, she paused for a moment to pick up
the boy’s discarded tie from the dungeon floor. She had other uses
for such pretty lengths of silk. She then watches closely as the boy
is secured in the chair, his wrists handcuffed behind his back, his
legs and thighs pushed apart and securely tied to the legs and seat
of the chair using strong leather straps, and a final band of
leather pulled across his upper chest. He was now completely
helpless and at her disposal. Only one final touch remained.

Steven strained against his bonds, trying to force his spread knees
back together, to pull his ankles away from the chair, to free his
manacled wrists, but to no avail. The chair was sturdy and in good
repair as were the leather bands holding him in place. He felt so
helpless and exposed there in only his underwear, his knees forced
wide apart over the sides of the chair. And then she was there,
sliding her hands over his shoulders and down his chest from behind,
teasing his nipples with long fingernails, her hair falling down to
brush against his cheek.
“Don’t worry pet,” she whispered into his
ear, “I won’t hurt you too much.... This time.” Then she stood and
Steven felt the soft brush of silk over his nose and cheeks. It was
suddenly warm and difficult to breathe. He felt something pulling
tight about his neck and he fought to swallow. He shook his head,
trying desperately to free himself from this new torture. Little did
he know this was only just the beginning.


Act IV

The Lady stepped back away from the boy, admiring her handiwork. He
looked so helpless there, securely bound to the chair, the hood
drawn tight at his throat. “It must be getting unbearably hot in
there...” she said as she began to circle her pet again, inspecting
his body.
“Is it hard to breathe? I bet you’d give me just about
anything for me to take it off...” The boy whimpers from behind the
gag, his head lowering for a moment in defeat, and her lips are
slowly curling upwards into another smile at this small sign of
submission.

Sweat is beading on Steven’s brow and slowly trickling down his face
under the dark hood. His heart is pounding, his blood rushing
through his ears, and he can feel his pulse pushing against the
tight cord at his throat. He can hear the Lady, his tormentor,
circling him, appraising him with her eyes and taunting him with her
words. She is telling him how she will break him with pain, hang him
and whip his flesh until he is screaming, bend him over and rape him
with her fingers ... a strap-on ... whatever she has close by, how
she will use him for her own pleasure, how she will give him
pleasure but deny him release, how he will cum when she wants and be
denied when it amuses her. And then she’s there again, her warm
breath on his shoulder as she whispers in his ear, “Are you afraid
yet, boy?”

Then she is gone again and there is the rattling of metal as if from
across the room. There is no way to be sure, though, under the hood.

She returns to the side of the room, carefully selecting a tray of
toys to use on the boy’s virgin flesh. The Lady smiles, taking her
time, imagining all of the fiendish tortures she could inflict on
her new play-toy.

Steven hears the soft clinking of metal on metal as his tormentor
returns. He tenses, afraid of what she might do to him next. There
is a long moment as he waits, imagining the worst, praying that
she’ll change her mind and set him free.

And then there are the hands caressing his skin again, almost
lovingly, teasing his nipples to hardness. He feels his cock
responding to her, growing hard between his legs as the hands are
followed by her soft, wet mouth on his flesh. He moans into the gag
as her tongue slowly moves over first one nipple, then the other.
His head falls back, tightening the cord about his throat, but he
doesn’t care anymore. He knows this must be some trick that he
should be afraid of her, but gods he doesn’t care anymore. It feels
sooo good.... Her mouth is moving downward over his chest ... his
belly ... her face nuzzling between his thighs.

But a moment later Steven is screaming into the gag, his right
nipple an explosion of pain. He tries to lean forward, to curl in on
himself once more, but is held fast by his bonds. Tears fill his
eyes and seep into the blindfold beneath the hood. He is gasping for
air; the hood and gag making him feel as though he is being
suffocated. And then, just as his breathing begins to return to
normal, he is screaming in agony again as a second clamp is added.
Steven’s head falls forward now and he is sobbing beneath the hood.
Were it not for the gag, he would be begging this demon to release
him, he would promise her anything if only the pain would stop.

She pauses a moment, watching the boy’s body shudder and convulse
against his bonds as he tries to escape, tries to lean forward and
protect his tortured chest. She knows he’s begging her to remove
those clamps. He’s screaming into that gag and promising anything if
she would just stop. But she knows that the pain of removing the
clamps will be just as great. Slowly, she reaches out to touch him,
tracing her fingers over his chest, around his tortured nipples, her
painted nails brushing over the clamps to send yet another wave of
pain through his body. He shivered so beautifully from the pain.

The Lady’s smiling to herself again as she returns to her tray of
torture toys, lifting a cool silver chain from it’s surface. Looping
it loosely in her hand she reaches out, letting the cold metal brush
against the insides of his spread thighs and slowly drags it upwards
over his belly. She pauses a moment, moving the cold chain over his
nipples. “What do you suppose I’m going to do with this, boy?” she
asks, watching as he shudders in anticipation and fear.

Another long moment passes as she continues to brush his skin with
the loose chain, pausing to loop it around his throat, pulling it
tight and then slowly pulling it off again like a snake slithering
over his flesh. Then, she grasps hold of first one clamp and then
the other, attaching the chain, holding it her my hands for a moment
before letting it fall to his chest.

Steven’s back arches and he desperately sucks air through his nose
at the tug of the chain being dropped from the Lady’s hand. Then he
feels her finger tracing down the centre of his chest, snaking under
the chain, slowly pulling at the clamps. He whimpers softly as he
feels her tug at first at one nipple and then the other, lightly at
first and then with increasing force until he is bucking in the
chair, begging her to stop from the other side of his gag. When she
finally paused, letting the chain fall from her hand again, Steven
felt himself almost sobbing in relief.

”Don’t get comfortable yet, boy,” he heard her whispering into his
ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He heard another soft rattle and then felt her taking hold of the
chain again, pulling on it slightly for a moment and then letting it
fall back to his chest, but this time it was much heavier. He
groaned, feeling the clamps tighten and bite into his tender flesh.

”Trying to be tough now, are we?” she teased. “We’ll se about that.”
And the chain was lifted again, and dropped, only much, much
heavier. And Steven found himself gasping for air again.

”You want more, boy?” She asked, taking hold of the chain again,
pulling back on it until Steven was sure she was going to tear it
from his chest. And he was sobbing into the gag again, tears seeping
under the blindfold and sliding down his cheeks. He shook his head
no, hoping and praying that she would stop.



Act V

As the Lady stood up, stepping back from the boy. She found herself
smiling again, listening to him sobbing behind the hood and gag. She
could only imagine how it felt to be in there, blind, nearly deaf,
totally helpless. And between the gag and the cord at his throat and
the stifling heat, he must feel suffocated ... strangled. It was
almost enough to make her want to rip the gag from his mouth so she
could hear him beg.

Taking a deep breath, she crossed back to the far side of the room.
Pausing for a moment, she takes a bottle of water from a small
refrigerator on the floor. As she drinks deeply she begins surveying
her toys again, and begins to decide what she will do with this
poor, helpless boy next.

She slowly run her hands over an array of strap-on’s, vibrators, and
dildos of all shapes and sizes, a smile playing across her lips at
the thought of using them on him. Then she moves on to assorted
paddles, floggers, and whips. But she is still unsatisfied. She
needed something to push him over the edge, to leave him in a
defeated heap, before she will end this day. And then she sees it,
the answer to her dilemma.

Steven sits, fighting back tears and the throbbing pain in his
chest. The weights drag mercilessly at his nipples and the clamps
dig deeply into his flesh. He is sure that when he can finally see
again he will see them permanently damaged, mutilated by this
sadistic bitch. He can hear her, faintly, on the far side of the
room. He wonders what she’s doing, what she’s thinking of, what
she’ll do to him next.

And, then he tenses, hearing her boots on the floor as she returns.

”Would you like a drink, boy? I know it must be hot in there...” she
says into his ear. Then he can feel the wetness of her mouth at his
neck, licking near the opening of his hood. Steven finds himself
moaning behind the gag despite, after so much pain, the
pleasure is more intense than he could have imagined.

A moment later he finds himself arching in the chair, the shock of
cold water running down his chest, over his tortured nipples,
soaking his underwear. And then that mouth on his skin, licking the
water from his chest, probing around his clamped nipples, moving
downward over his belly then lower, licking and nuzzling his thighs,
moving higher to rub her face between his legs, teasing him with her
teeth.

And then she is gone, and there is no time to contemplate as his
legs and thighs erupt in pain. He tries to flinch away, to close his
legs, but to no avail. The leather holds him firmly in place, at her
mercy.

But just as quickly as the pain began, it’s over and he can feel her
cool hands lightly rubbing his thighs, her mouth softly kissing and
licking his burning skin.

The boy whimpers beautifully beneath the hood and the Lady finds
herself smiling once more. It was such a sweet, plaintive sound to
her ears, a plea to be released, to be set free, to cum. Such a
sweet sound it almost made her, want to give in to it. To remove the
clamps, untie him, soothe his hurts. Well almost.

Slowly, she slid her hands up along the insides of his thighs,
slipping her fingertips under the thin cotton of the boy’s underwear
to tease his cock and balls. And her smile grew as she felt him
growing hard again under her touch despite the pain. But this time
she waited a bit longer, stroking his cock with her fingers, her
mouth softly licking his thighs, until she felt him trying to thrust
back against her. It was then that she stood again, taking the red
leather whip from her belt, and beginning to methodically strike the
insides of his thighs, watching his body arch in the chair ... only
this time in pain....

Steven sobbed into his gag when the pain stopped again. He didn’t
know how much more of this treatment he could take. The constant
pain and fear was one thing, but this trading back and forth of
pleasure and pain, bringing him close to the point of orgasm each
time only to have it end in agony was more than he could bear. All
he could do was hope that she would soon tire of this game and move
on to something else even though he knew that ‘something else’ would
no doubt be much worse.

She paused, watching the boy in his chair. She can hear him sobbing
behind the gag again and knows that he can take little more of this
treatment. After a moment of contemplation, the Lady decides that
this will be her final, and most torturous, act. Then she could rest
and decide what to do with this new boy tomorrow. And so, from her
pocket, she produces a small pocket knife and leans down to tug
lightly at the boy’s underwear as she carefully slices the material
away from his body, leaving him completely exposed. A smile plays
across her lips again as she sees his body is already responding to
her touch, anticipating the pleasure that it can bring.

Steven whimpers softly into the gag, feeling the cooler air of the
room against his exposed cock and balls. He fights the arousal he
feels in his body, but to no avail as he feels her mouth once again
caressing the skin of his thighs, moving slowly higher. And although
he fears her, hates her, wants nothing more than to be free of this
demon woman, he also wants her in a way he’d never wanted any woman
in his whole life.

She softly rubs her face against the boy’s cock and nuzzles his
balls with her nose, slowly taking in the scent of him. A moment
later her tongue is lightly flicking along the underside of his
cock, moving upwards toward the tip, and she can hear him moan
within the hood. And then she’s slowly circling the head of his cock
with her tongue, swirling in slow circles as she takes him into her
mouth, feeling him buck against her face.

It only takes a moment to find his rhythm and then he’s sliding
easily in and out of her mouth while her hands deftly massage his
balls, driving him closer and closer to orgasm. And then, as she
feels his body arching in the chair and his cock beginning to
vibrate in her mouth, she reaches up, her hand locking on the chain
suspended between his nipples, pulling hard. And although she can
hear him screaming into the gag, he is well beyond the point of no
return....

Steven feels his whole body shuddering as he cums. He doesn’t even
feel the pain anymore, all of his senses have blurred and he is
lost. Time stretches, and moments feel like years. And then, over
the rushing in his ears, he hears the woman’s distant voice
saying “Take him to a cell. I’ll deal with him some more in the
morning...” A moment later, there is the sound of the door closing
behind her.

Act VI

Steven feels the leather straps quickly undone and then strong arms
lift him from the chair. He tries to walk with them, to obey their
silent command to move to another room, but he is completely unable.
His legs shake beneath him and he is half dragged from the torture
room and out into the hallway. The feel of the cooler air is a shock
to his whole body and he whimpers beneath the hood. He feels his
skin erupting in gooseflesh and within a few moments he is
shivering.

Finally they pause and there is the soft jingle of keys and then the
heavy metallic sound of a lock being opened. He is dragged through
the doorway and dropped heavily onto a narrow bed. His arms are
quickly pulled over his head and cuffed there, a blanket is thrown
over his cold body, and then there is the thud of the door being
closed and locked behind them.

The Lady leaves the dungeon and heads down the long concrete
hallway. Near the end she turns and presses the button next to the
elevator. As she stands listening to the soft hum of the machinery
beyond the heavy double doors she finds herself thinking of the new
boy. He was everything she had asked for tall, fair, muscular
without being bulky, and ever so sensitive. He had been a joy to
play with tonight.

There was a soft bell announcing the arrival of the elevator and she
was distracted for a moment as she stepped through the open doors.
Two of her guards were inside. She imagined they were either going
home for the night or headed outside to check the grounds. She
didn’t really care either way. Managing them wasn’t really her
concern anyhow.

On the ride upstairs her mind wandered back to the boy. Abducting a
slave from Earth was risky business. The Terran’s had funny views of
slavery, believing that all of their kind deserved the right to
manage their own destiny even if that destiny was war, famine,
starvation, disease, or any one of countless other dismal fates. At
least slaves had homes and were cared for. And at least on her home
world of Nakrad there were few incidents of violent crime committed.
The outrages of rape, incest, and child abuse had been eradicated
among her culture a millennia ago. She didn’t believe that Akasha
had it too far wrong in “Queen of the Damned” when she surmised that
eliminating males would eliminate much if not all pain and suffering
in a given world. The only difference between her plans and theirs
were that they simply enslaved males rather than killing them
outright.

The elevator stopped at last on the top floor. She punched in the
pass code that would allow the doors to open and stepped out into
her private quarters. It was a large penthouse apartment with
spacious living room, lovely foyer, three full bedrooms in addition
to the large master bedroom, four bathrooms, a complete kitchen, a
well stocked library, her office, and a beautiful balcony that had
been decorated with potted plants and expensive patio furniture. It
was all quite lovely and expensive. She had worked for months with a
decorator to make everything just as she pleased. If she had to
spend time on Earth she might as well be comfortable.

The Lady walked through the ivory tiled foyer and headed for her
bedroom. Inside she collapsed on the deep blue velvet covers. She
suddenly felt exhausted. A session like that always left her feeling
completely drained, and for a moment she regretted the fate of this
slave. She would have liked to keep him rather than ship him off to
the auction houses back home.

She groggily pulled off her boots, throwing them across the floor,
then slid the soft leather of her pants down over her hips and
kicked them off as well. She tugged the cotton T-shirt up over her
head along with her bra and deposited them with the rest of her
clothing. Finally she moved to the head of the bed, wrapping her
arms around one of the soft feather pillows and heaving a deep sigh
before falling asleep.

Steven lay in bed trying desperately to fall asleep. The hood was
hot and unbearably humid. He had dozed off several times but always
woke frightened and choking as the cord in the hood dug into his
throat through the heavy silk. He had tried to turn over but to no
avail as the metal holding his wrists over his head dug into his
skin. The blanket, which had been so warm and comforting at first,
had become too hot to bear as well, and in his attempts to kick it
onto the floor it had become entangled around his legs. His body
hurt, too. His nipples throbbed with each beat of his heart and the
insides of his thighs burned where she had struck him. He whimpered
softly in despair.

The next morning dawned grey and cold. It wasn’t that the Lady
hadn’t seen snow before. It was just that she hated it. She hated
the wet snow and the slippery ice. She hated the endless despair the
colourless sky seemed to force into her very soul. She didn’t
understand how anyone could actually enjoy this season.

She crawled unwillingly out of her warm bed, slipped into a soft,
velvet robe and walked to the kitchen. Blessedly someone had thought
to make coffee this morning. She didn’t really like the bitter dark
liquid, but had discovered that with the right amount of cream and
sugary flavoured syrup it could be made bearable.

She touched a button on the intercom and instructed the guards to
bring the new slave to her quarters around 10. That would give her
time to take a proper bath and dress.

Steven felt as though he had only been asleep for a moment when the
guards entered his room and pulled him up out of the bed. He felt
dizzy and weak and hoped it was more from his sleepless night and
not from anything that bitch had done to him.

He was forced into a tiled stall that he guessed was a shower and
his body was roughly hosed down with icy water. Then he was drug
back into the room and dried just as roughly. A moment later he was
forced into the hall with the guards. It seemed they walked forever
before he was allowed to stop on a lightly carpeted surface. Then
there was the familiar queasy feeling of an elevator rising beneath
his feet. As the car stopped one of the guards roughly took hold of
his neck and whispered into his ear, “Better be good boy, you are about to meet the Lady, face to face.”


Act VII

Steven was forced forward out of the elevator and felt cool tile
under his feet as he walked along with his guards. He wondered how
high up they had gone. It seemed warmer and less damp here. Was he
above ground again? If they were above ground, he might be able to
see out a window to find out where he had been taken. His mind was a
storm of thoughts until the guards abruptly pulled him to a stop. He
heard the sound of a buzzer and The Lady’s voice as if coming
through a speaker, “Bring him in.” His mind slammed to a halt and
his blood ran like ice in his veins.

When the door opened, The Lady wordlessly motioned the guards to
take the slave into her sitting room. She followed behind, watching
the boy’s weary steps. His night had not been nearly as restful as
her own had been, and a smile curled the corners of her lips at the
thought of him twisting and turning in the night, trying to get
comfortable, to escape the pain she had inflicted, to escape the
nightmare of his new life.

As they entered the sitting room, she circled around the three men
and took a seat in a comfortable, overstuffed leather chair. She
then motioned to the guards and watched as they forced the slave to
his knees in front of her and left by the same means they had
entered.

When she heard the soft click of the door closing behind them, she
began to speak. “So, boy, did you sleep well? You look as though you
are unsatisfied with my hospitality.” She waited for his answer,
delighting in the frustration fighting to burst from his bound body.

Steven listened to her through the hood. Her voice was silk today,
seductive and inviting. But he knew better than to trust it. She was
just waiting for some excuse to torture him in some new, fiendish
way. But still, he wanted so badly to scream at her. To tell her
what a bitch she really was, to reach out and strike her, although
he had never struck a woman in his life.

There was a rush of air past his side, and he realized she had moved
while he was lost in his own thoughts. Now he had lost track of her,
and that terrified him. She could do anything now and he would have
no warning at all. Suddenly, he felt her pulling at the hood that
she had pulled over his head the night before. With one rough yank,
it was removed and he felt cool air against his face and in his wet
hair.

”Better.” Her heard her whisper in his ear. It wasn’t a question. It
said that she knew exactly how unbearable the thing was. But then,
that was obviously the reason she used it.

He felt her hands on the back of his head next, and suddenly
remembered the duct tape wrapping around his head. He gritted his
teeth, waiting for her to rip the sticky material from his hair, but
was surprised when she carefully peeled the tape away, slowly
untangling his hair, causing a minimum of pain. She surprised him
further by doing the same with his face, carefully removing the tape
to avoid hurting him further.

”Thank you,” he found himself whispering hoarsely once he had
managed to push the damp wad of cloth from his mouth. Was this even
the same woman from the night before? Or was this some trick?
Just something to lull him into complacency?

Then, he felt her hands working at the knot behind his head, and his
heart began to pound in his chest. She was going to remove the
blindfold. Maybe he would be able to see out, as he had fantasized
on his way here. But … first … he would have to see her and that
thought was terrifying.

The Lady smiled when he thanked her for removing the gag. She was
certain he would not be thankful for very long. Because today he
would find out what was to become of the rest of his life. And they
were never thankful for very long when that happened.

Her fingers tugged at the knot securing the blindfold to no avail.
Between the kidnapper’s enthusiasm and the boy’s struggling, it had
become knotted so tightly that trying to untie it was useless.
Giving up on this, she chose instead to yank the blindfold upward
over the boy’s head, leaving him blinking in the sudden brightness
of the room.

Steven was squinting, his eyes in the sudden brightness of
the room. For a long moment, everything around him was a white blur.
Then, slowly, shapes began to come into focus. He realized that he
was kneeling in a small sitting area. There were leather couches
either side of him, and a large leather chair directly in front of
him. And, he realized The Lady was standing directly in front of the
chair.


Act VIII

She was very tall, easily over six feet. Her skin was very pale and
she had thick blonde hair cascading down her back and over her
shoulders. She was dressed all in soft, black velvet. Her feet were
bare.

She studied him for a moment, and then The Lady took a seat in the
large leather chair. “Don’t try to see too much right away. It’ll
probably take your eyes some time to adjust.” She crossed her legs
in the chair and shifted to make herself more comfortable.

”Your name is Steven Hazleton,” she began. “You work for Advanced
Cosmetic Micro Systems as a consumer analyst. Your boss recently
told you that you needed to take a long vacation or lose all of the
built up paid leave – a change in company policy, I believe. So, you
announced this week that you would be gone for the next month. You
have no close friends or family, so you will not be missed for at
least that amount of time.”

The Lady looked up and saw the boy’s wide, horrified eyes. Doubtless
he was frantically trying to figure out where she had gotten her
information.

She reached over to a side table and picked up a thick notebook that
appeared to have been filled to capacity with papers. Opening the
notebook, she began to read aloud. The first document in the folder
was his birth certificate, after that followed his social security
number and tax records. The notebook also held his employment
history, his criminal record (empty save for a few parking and
speeding tickets), and his old school transcripts. On and on it went
until she had read through each page of the folder.

”Do you realize what this is?” she asked pointedly. “It is
everything in this world that proves that you ever existed.”

He nodded numbly. He couldn’t deny that she was right.

”Do you know what I could do to you with the stroke of a key? I
could make you disappear. I could make it as though you had never
been.” She paused for a moment, one long painted nail tapping her
lips. “No one would look for you, you know. No one would miss you.
Well, no one but a bunch of loonies trying to pull a hoax on the
cops by reporting someone missing who doesn’t even exist” she mused.

Steven sat in stunned silence. His mind was reeling with what she
had just told him. How could she have gotten that much information
on him? How could she have access to those computer systems? Could
she really erase him? And if she did, what would she do with him
instead?

There was a long silence as The Lady let what she had just told the
boy sink in. There was always that stunned moment when they tried to
decide if she was serious or not. It was always so hard for them to
believe that she could erase them from the world with the touch of a
few buttons. And she loved that about this world. Everything was so
accessible.

”I’m going to be brutally honest with you now.” She said. “You have
already been removed from all of these systems. It was done last
night, just about the time my men were picking you up from work.”

His head snapped up, his eyes wide in horror and his mouth open as
though he was trying to speak.

”We used to fake our quarry’s death, but that became bothersome. We
could only count on so many natural disasters, and it gets more and
more difficult to fake a murder on this world. So, now we just erase
them the night they are captured. It saves us so much time and
needless work.” She explained to him.

”S – So, what’s going to happen to me? Why the hell did you kidnap
me if you’re not going to kill me?” She could tell he was trying to
sound angry, but the slight tremor in his voice gave him away. He
was terrified of her answer. And she liked it that way.

”I’m going to sell you, of course.” She answered as if she were
explaining this to a two-year-old who should already know
better. “This afternoon you will be sent to the auction house and
sold to the highest bidder. I’ll get a commission for my hard work
and research. My men will get paid. And you will begin a whole new
life as a slave.”

Act IX

Steven sat in stunned silence. He could think of no words to convey
his thoughts and feelings. His heart was hammering in his chest. He
felt the blood draining from his face and was sure that he would
faint in a moment.

He watched as The Lady picked up a remote control from the same
table where she had picked up the notebook from. She pressed a
button on the remote and waited quietly, studying the notebook. A
moment later, there was the soft click of the apartment door
opening. The Lady smiled sweetly at him as the guards returned and
pulled him to his feet, dragging him away.

It was strange finally being able to see his surroundings. He
realized that The Lady’s apartment was richly furnished in leather
and marble and other expensive amenities. But, outside, it was all
bare concrete and institutional tiling and flickering florescent
lights. The place was chilling, reminding him of those insane
asylums in old horror movies where the patients go wild and kill all
of the nursing staff in horrible, bloody ways.

Back in the dungeon, as he had come to think of it, the guards
forced him back down the hall. He was taken into a room that looked
like a high school gym shower with several different shower heads on
the wall and sickly lime-green tiles on the floor and walls.

One of the guards shoved a bar of soap into his hands while the
other shoved him into the showers. “Get cleaned up. If you don’t do
it yourself, we’ll have to do it for you.” A strange light entered
his eyes at this and Steven thought it better to comply with them.
There was no telling what they would do to him if they were “forced”
to bathe him.

After the slave was gone, The Lady returned to her computer. There,
she began to type out all of the needed papers for the boy’s
transfer to Nakrad. She filled in his given name, his approximate
age, his physical description. She recommended that he be trained as
a Pleasure Slave. His build would not do him much good in the
gladiator ring or under the hard labour of the salt mines. And his
good looks would be wasted in either pursuit. Finally she
recommended a sale price for the auction master and began to print
the forms. The sky was already darkening, and he was to be shipped
at sundown.

After his shower, Steven was turned over to a team of women. While a
guard stood by the door, he was guided into a chair in front of a
large mirror. He was then carefully groomed, his hair cut and combed
into place, his face shaved clean, and his eyebrows shaped. It was
all done so quickly that Steven was left wondering what they were
preparing him for. Certainly it was not for The Lady. She had
already seen him at his worst, he was sure.

Then, suddenly he remembered and the blood in his veins turned to
ice. They were preparing him to be sold. He was going to be sold to
some new sadist. He did not exist any more. No one would be looking
for him!

He felt all the blood draining from his face and his head swam as
though he would faint. He was vaguely aware of laughter in the room
around him, and then a stinging slap on his cheek brought him back
to reality. “None of that now,” one of the women said. “It’s time
for you to go!”

At sunset, The Lady began the journey to the transport room deep in
the bowels of the building. There, in a huge concrete room, stood a
strange metal contraption. It looked like a delicate hoop of
shimmering silver wound about with delicate golden threads. Etched
into the silver were intricate runes. Just the presence of it seemed
to make the room hum with magical energy.

She heard the sound of the doors opening behind her and looked back
to see the guards escorting the slave into the room. He looked much
better after a shower and a shave even though he appeared to be on
the verge of collapse between them. His face was pale and he was
beginning to sweat in fear. Apparently, it had finally dawned on him
that she had not been kidding before when she had told him what
would become of him.

Turning back to the silver hoop, she raised her hands, palm out, and
began to recite the magical incantation that would bring the gateway
to life, filling it with swirling gold and silver energy. The light
was incredibly bright at first, blinding all present for a moment
before slowly fading again. The hoop now appeared to be filled with
liquid quicksilver. The surface rippled gently, and sparks of gold
glitter appeared from time to time as The Lady watched to make sure
the connection would hold. There was not much magic on this planet
and sometimes the gateways did not want to work properly.

Satisfied that all was well, she turned to the slave. “This is the
gateway to my world. Once you step through, there will be no way
back. You will enter the auction house and be sold to your new
owner. You will not be missed, except by those who actually knew you
in this life, but they will never be able to find you. To the
authorities of this world, you do not exist and you never did.”

She was standing in front of him now and could hear his quickened,
terrified breathing. She would almost have enjoyed keeping this one.
She was sure he would be a delight to break and train. But that was
not part of the deal. Her job was to find them and send them on
their way. When she finished with this assignment, she could have
all the toys she wanted, but not yet.

She pulled her eyes away and looked at the guards. “Boys, help him
through.”

She stepped back as the guards drug the slave forward. He bad begun
to thrash and try to fight them. They were used to this reaction,
though, and soon had his arms twisted behind his back and were
surely guiding him up the ramp leading into the portal.

He cast one last frightened glance back over his shoulder at The
Lady before he was shoved through the portal, never to return.

Dick's Diary

"I caught another man in bed with my wife (and her girlfriend) and I sucked his dick. The women thought the whole thing was a hoot and they now call me Cocksucker more than they call me by my name. "

Entered November 7 - No dick for her

None of mine anyway. She gets enough elsewhere. She only wants the tongue, the dildo. I carry my dick with me but never use it, thats why I picked the name. It is like she has taken it and put it up in a drawer somewhere.

Entered November 7- Strap on

She has threatened to buy a strap-on dick and use it on me. I get this picture of me bent over the bed going ung! ung! ug! Makes me cringe

Entered November 8 - She loves women

I'm kind of concerned a little about how much she loves women. She is having sex lately with more women than men. One of the women has a strap on she is enjoying quite a bit. If someone would have told me five years ago my wife would get more pussy than me it might have been fighting words. I told her I want to watch her being fucked by a woman with a strap on and she says maybe if I'm good.
She has taken the day off today to spend a three day weekend with a nineteen year old boy at a bed and breakfast out of town. She called this a "shopping trip with someone who can drive, carry the luggage, and has a power dick."
I packed her clothes, she had me do it. The kid thinks I don't know. At least she is showing interest in a dick.

Entered November 10 - She comes home

She is home from her weekend. She says the little boy attitude of her weekend partner was very irritating but she was fucked so much that she will walk funny for a week.
She modeled some of the clothes she bought, dressing and undressing in front of me, after saying any sex was out of the question.
Later when I was bringing her a glass of tea when she was in the bathtub and she noticed my hard on and said pull that thing out and jerk off before it pops a seam in your pants.
At least I came in the same room as her. She gets a real kick out of having me masturbate, telling me to do it and watching. None of her boyfriends will do this with her open legs in the room.
I am giving her something they can't.

Entered November 11 - Work for tongue work

Spent all last night doing house work very quietly with a hard on. I had been a little lax in the cleaning and she likes a very clean house. I had to be quiet because she had gone to bed early. She had been losing sleep to sex with the "power dick" all weekend.

I made and served a very nice dinner after we both came home from work. After cleaning up all the dishes and folding a last load of laundry all the clothes were clean, and the house was spotless. I went and told her.

She said she was still a little sore but I had permission to lick her clit because that might feel good.

Damn. I had really wanted sex but that denial was a turn-on for me. She is so in control of me and I like it. She had on a skirt and I slipped off her panties and stuck my head up under it which I love to do. She told me remember slow and easy so I went slow and easy. It took ten minutes maybe to bring her to orgasm the first time which is long for her. She never made it again but allowed me to continue for some time, a treat for me.

I lapped it up and breathed it in. It was what I wanted because it was what she wanted.

Entered November 17 - I get laid

She and her girlfriend went out last night. About 1 a.m. they showed up together here at the house. I had never met her but she knew I knew, I knew she knew. Too drunk to drive to her house they told me.

They laughed and giggled and made out a little on the couch while I stayed in the kitchen after bringing them a beer. After a while they called me in and the girlfriend says my wife tells her I eat a mean pussy, I'm mean so come and eat my pussy. She stood and in a minute was naked from the waist down and my wife said what are you waiting for so I knelt down and went to work.

She stopped me after a few minutes and said take off your pants and fuck me. I looked to my wife and she said do it, moving from the couch so we could lay down. I did. I hadn't felt my dick in a pussy for a month plus and I was extremely turned on so I came in a minute. She said that was less than inspiring when I quit. She grabbed my head and pushed it down and I finished her with my tongue.

Soon after they went into our bedroom and closed the door. I slept on the couch.

I made coffee for them this morning and they left for her house soon after. My wife came home around six, walked into the living room where I was watching TV, stripped off her pants and panties and said Fuck me.

I couldn't believe my luck. I brought her to orgasm and she rolled me off of her before I came. I jacked off a little and came in my hand.

I made dinner and we spent the rest of the night very quietly.

Entered November 24- There are two of them now

My wife's girlfriend has become a regular live-in in the last week. I think after breaking the ice the first time they figure what the hell. She hasn't spent every night but most and I sleep on the couch when she stays.
I have become the houseboy to my wife and her girlfriend.

Entered December 12 - Update

My wife's girlfriend is staying with us more nights than not now. She is unemployed and I have taken a night time job to help with our expenses.

My role in the house is clearly defined now, I am their servant. I sleep on the couch when she is here and I attend to their every need and request.

She brings her strap-on cock with her when she comes and they both enjoy having me strap it on her and watching her fuck my wife with it. Once she had me strap it on, lube it up with KY, and then had me bend over and take it up the ass. She was very rough on me and did it I learned at my wife's request. It turned my wife on quite a bit and no doubt I'll need to take it again.

I am not having any sex. Denying this to me is a part of their domination over me, it is very difficult to watch them have sex, to be rammed from behind, and even to hear them in the bedroom behind a closed door when I'm not having any sex except mentioned above and licking them both to orgasm.

The biggest event though is that I've learned that they have a regular mutual man that they are seeing. He was at home when I came in late from my second job. My wife called me in and introduced me as her husband and he was obviously in on the living arrangements because he treated me like a servant immediately.

Next my wife says we've seen you take it up the ass, we want to see you suck a dick. Now, I am not gay or even bisexual at all. But I am extremely submissive. I didn't like the idea of sucking that dick, but being required to do so was an immense turn on for me.

I took his huge dick in my mouth and I sucked him and I sucked him hard. When he came, I sucked him dry and swallowed. Then I fetched him a beer to drink while he decided if he wanted to fuck my wife again.

It is a turn on just to write about this. I caught another man in bed with my wife (and her girlfriend) and I sucked his dick. The women thought the whole thing was a hoot and they now call me Cocksucker more than they call me by my name. They always mention the size of his dick compared to my smaller one.

I love this life.

All for now,
Cocksucker

Entered December 22- I suck so I fuck

So. I am Cocksucker, a cocksucker. She has found the ultimate domination, the ultimate freedom, the ultimate turn on too maybe (for her) is seeing me suck a dick. My ultimate turn on is being completely dominated by her. The two kinks meet.

I told my wife about how sucking her boyfriend had been a big turn on for me. Again not the dick sucking but that I sucked it, the first time ever, for HER. She told me she found it fabulous to watch.

Friday I came home and she came home minutes later with him. The girlfriend wasn't around this time. They barely paused to greet me and they were into the bedroom with the door closed and music turned on. She came out nude about an hour later and got some beer and told me to make some sandwiches and deliver them to my bed.

I brought them ham and cheese and another round and served them in bed. Soon I was called back in and it was time for my second blowjob. He was sitting upright in the bed, head leaned back on pillows and the headboard.

I moved to him and took his dick, which was soft, slowly into my mouth. I could taste my wife on him as I sealed my mouth around his shaft and licked around the head with my tongue. I also cupped his balls with my hand. It was several minutes of moving and licking and fondling before he even began to get hard. His eyes were closed but I made eye contact with her several times and her eyes were wide, staring, obviously enjoying seeing me do this. Finally he came and again I sucked out and swallowed every drop.

I was soon dismissed and they went to sleep later and didn't wake until Saturday morning. He had a cup of coffee and left. My wife was in a great mood all day and even had sex with me tonight - my first in some time.

She also made it clear she wants to go out and pick up other bisexual men with me. She loves the threesome. She wants me to take it in the ass and do another man so she can watch. I will do anything for her.

To Be Continued

Punishment: Robbed of My Orgasm by slave-b

I returned home from my unapproved trip afraid of my awaiting punishment. When I arrived at Mistress's apartment there was an inviting, calm welcome for me. I was so glad to be home at Mistress's side that I shook while tears of joy and relief came to my eyes. She still loved me.

I put my head down on the pillow that night when Mistress whispered, "Your punishment for 6 days and nights away from me will be harsh. But I have missed you so I will enjoy you now while I want you." Her breath was sweet against my neck, "Punishment will wait for tomorrow."

When morning came, blinding her with good behavior was my last-ditch attempt at getting out of trouble. I was trying so hard to make her forget my punishment. Mistress praised my good deeds all day and gave affection to me. Like a mother she ruffled my hair and told me I was her good boy. Into the night I basked in her approval.

Then bedtime arrived. She called to me, "You look tired baby, why don't you head to bed now". I sat up straight and hurried upstairs before she changed her mind. I had done it, I got out of punishment. As I climbed to the top of the stairs, she said "I want you naked and sleeping on the floor tonight." "Yes Mistress", I replied in a defeated voice. She still had punishment for me in mind, "Don't forget to put on your cockring"

I waited face down on the hardwood floor for nearly an hour. I assumed I would be ignored all night on the cold floor. I drifted off to sleep. I deserved every painful and lonely minute. I must have caused her great inconvenience and discomfort with my absence. This was only fair. "How smart my Mistress is" I thought when I heard her coming up the steps. Then I heard the laughter Mistress has when she's being charmed. Then I heard it, his voice rose above her beautiful laugh. Slave-a. He was coming to the bedroom too.

They walked past me, but Mistress was kind enough to take her pretty foot and step across my back to awaken me fully. I heard her laughing with slave-a as she shuffled through my favourite pornos. She turned on the horniest video as slave-a undressed. He reached out greedily and cupped Mistress's silky breast in his hand. She clasped it to her with a gleam in her eye. She arched and her head fell back as she looked right into my eyes, praising slave-a for his arousing touch.

I tried looking away but the porno was hot and heavy and Jenna James was getting her tight pussy licked on the big screen. My cockring got tight as my arousal took over even though I begged my own dick not to get hard. Slave-a was getting all the attention.

Mistress pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him to her bed. She reached down and pulled my hair, forcing me to my knees so that my head was at the foot of the bed. My jealous eyes were level with the action as Mistress slid her legs apart and her fingers lowered slave-a's head between them. He knelt and licked her clit. Mistress arched her back high, lifting her ass up and pushing her pussy against slave-a's mouth. I could see her thighs tighten as she gripped the sheets. Slave-a was trapped by her sexy legs and all I could do was watch helplessly as she came against his greedy tongue.

He ate her pussy differently than I did. Mistress arched her back even further to face me. She moaned how good slave-a was eating her. My eyes teared, my cock left raging and untouched. She applauded his efforts and her jaw slacked with pleasure as her orgasms kept building. Grabbing the back of my head she pushed my forehead down against hers. "Worship my feet and dream it was you eating my pussy",she commanded as she pointed to her foot dangling off the side of the bed.

As I worked on her foot covering her toes with kisses of admiration, I saw slave-a get up to his knees between her thighs. I hated him at that moment. She saw the competitive look in my eyes. She pinched her nipples to tease me, her voice dripped words like honey, "You could have been the one pleasing me right now, but you did what you wanted instead. Suffer and watch how good I have been fucking in your absence." Tears started to pour down my face. Slave-a was pushing his big cock into my Mistress's tight pussy. She gasped and hissed at him to bury his cock in her cunt. As she moved her hips against him, she pulled me back to the hard floor.

"Look Me in the eyes as he fucks me" she commanded me. "Yeah, Fuck me harder you bastard, that's right fuck that big hard cock up in me and make my pussy cream." Mistress talks so dirty when she cums and I love it, but watching someone else make her talk this way filled me with shame. I let her down with my disobedience so She had to deny me. I brought it on myself. I was completely humiliated from my bad behaviour.

After what seemed like endless pumping and cumming, Mistress told slave-a to leave the room. I was sure Mistress was going to force me to lie alone on the floor for the rest of my punishment. I slithered down to sleep in anguish the rest of the night but a fist full of my hair clutched in Mistress's hand pulled me to my feet.

"I told you that if you went on this trip, you would not be allowed to masturbate or cum while you were away." My mind raced back to her warnings before I left. I remembered her warnings. "When you got home I missed my big boy's cock but when I stroked it, I felt something suspicious. I asked if you masturbated while you were away. You swore you were a good boy."

I looked at Mistress with fright. That sick feeling you get when you realized you've been caught at something you thought you got away with sank my stomach. "I saw in your eyes that you were lying. Now let me inspect this cock." She turned my cock to look at the underside of my head where I love to stroke with my fingers. Then she turned my pathetic dick again to the spot behind my head where I always press my thumb whenever I jerk off.

"Slave-b," she cried out in mock disbelief, "I can see the signature marks of abuse that prove you masturbated. You didn't just do it once either! You've scabbed your dick from stroking so hard you little wanker. Stand still and don't move."

She left the room for an instant and she came back sporting a latex gloved hand. "You promised, and then you lied because you thought I'd never be able to tell you jerked off six states away. Now I will fuck you like you fucked me." A finger went deep into my ass wiggling around until it found my prostate as she stepped on my calves to keep me down on my knees.

She was right about me. I never dreamed that if I had a marathon jerk off session on the first day of my trip that she'd know. I figured my balls would still be full if I just had one day of indulgence. I didn't realize my greedy hands had burned the evidence into my skin.

My asshole felt full and the pressure tricked me into thinking I had to shit but it was Mistress milking my a-spot. Then suddenly I felt a yanking on my hard cock. My head began to spin and something in my ass spasmed hard. In moments my balls emptied and my jizz was everywhere, but no orgasm. I wasn't sure what happened. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure that was building from Mistress's fingers disappeared before I could even tell. In horror I watched as a huge blob rolled down my shaft with no pleasure for me. She was robbing me of my cum.

"Well, it appears as though I really own that cock after all. It jizzed for me and you got nothing." She pushed me over the bed and my ass was exposed. "Now we can begin your actual punishment."

Mistress took the flogger and beat my ass hard. I screamed in pain. "That was so you could feel the pain I go through when I hear your lies," she scolded in her sternly commanding voice. "Now for leaving me here for six days and six nights with your chores left undone I'm am going to give you six sets of lashings. You will feel the alternating sting of the flogger and bite of the 12 tailed whip." I sobbed as she beat me, the pain was all the worse knowing that I put her through sorrow when I disobey.

When I could speak I asked her what happened to my cock. She told me, "I drained you so that you wouldn't get any pleasure from your beating." She kissed me on the forehead and I passed out from the stress of the event.

The next morning I had the courage to ask her why she didn't return me to the floor. My behaviour was so wrong, how could I deserve to sleep in her arms? Mistress sighed, "I wanted to banish you to the cold floor again but then I remembered about after-care. I took pity on you to keep your heart soft in my arms rather than harden it on the floor. Consider yourself lucky but don't test my compassion again."

I shuddered at the thought. After a minute she stood up and told me to grab my coat. She was ready to take off on another adventure. She touched my ass and I winced in pain from the beating. She smiled and told me to behave today then kissed my forehead before we rushed out the door.

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