One day, while I was bound and naked, she locked a chastity device on me, and announced her new game.
The arrangement is this.

She invites 5 of her girlfriends over, makes me strip naked in front of them, and then pleasure each of them with my tongue. As you can imagine, by the time I’ve pleasured them all I’m almost insane with desire and frustration.

Once I have pleasured everyone to their satisfaction, I am allowed to throw 2 dice.

If I throw a double, I am bound, the chastity device is removed, and one of the girls gets to bring me off. The girls decide among themselves which one of them it will be, so if one of them thinks I didn’t do a good enough job, she will be the one who gets to bring me off. So, unless I satisfied her properly she makes the most of the fact I’m so horny that she makes me cum instantly, usually ruining my orgasm at the same time.

The device is replaced before I am unbound.

If I do not throw a double then I’m outta luck until next time.

The combined numbers on the dice determine how long it is before we do it again.

On average, I should get to cum every 42 days. It’s been 9 months…
I’ve begged her to end the game, but she just mocks me and threatens to add a third dice.

My fantasy is about a hair salon. A very special kind of hair salon. When it’s time for my appointment, the hairdresser takes me to the back. She is tall, with nice small breasts and a trim body. She sits me at the sink. I am already starting to have sexual thoughts before I even lean back. She says “Close your eyes and relax.” I hear water running. She starts running her fingers through my hair. “I need special assistance over here” she calls.

I am already getting turned on. She starts to wash my hair. I feel someone else touch my leg. It startles me a little bit. “Just relax. Close your eyes.”

Someone else starts to unbutton my shirt. Soft warm hands touch my breasts. My pants are slid down. I’m surprised but so turned on that I just go with it. She is shampooing my hair. She gives me the most wonderful scalp massage.

Hands are touching me all over. Lips are kissing and sucking my breasts. It’s very sensuous the way she is lathering my hair. It doesn’t take too much of this to get me moaning.

A finger touches my clit. I spread my knees apart a little bit to show how much I like it. The finger is replaced with a tongue. I start moaning louder. They are fingering me, licking my clit, touching my breasts, sucking my nipples, and always she is washing my hair. Shampooing it, running her hands through it.

The second I start to cum, she leans over to kiss my lips. Her lips are so soft against mine. The way she inhales my moans, it seems she must be getting off on it too.

I open my eyes and see three women all looking down at me with smiles on their faces. They finish undressing me before they lead me to the chair. She drapes a cape around me. One of them kneels at my feet. I wonder what she’s doing when she spreads my knees apart to crawl up between my legs. I feel that amazing tongue on my clit again. The other one straddles me so that she can hold me down in the chair. “Hold her still” says the hairdresser. “With pleasure” says the woman.

She combs out my hair, totally ignoring my moans. I feel another orgasm coming up fast. “Hold her still” she says as I’m screaming and cumming. Her hands never stop working, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be cutting someone’s hair while she’s cumming again and aagain. I am being held down and licked and I can’t take any more, but I know that they aren’t going to stop until she’s finished with my hair.

I stand by the car wearing my best helpless look. There isn’t very much traffic at this hour. I don’t feel very optimistic about my chances. Then along comes a car, way out here in the middle of the night.

Guess what? It stops! I gratefully hop in the front seat. There’s a hot guy driving, you know the type. Short hair, fit but not too buff, just the way I like them. I see he’s checking me out while I put on my seat belt.

We drive off. I tell him how grateful I am that he came by. While we drive along, I can see him looking at me when he thinks I don’t notice. He keeps glancing over, and I can tell he’s scoping out at my firm breasts. I keep waiting for him to make a move, but no, he’s a gentleman. Doesn’t say a word.

I’m scoping him out too. The car is just crackling with sexual tension. I can’t keep from looking at his crotch, wondering what he keeps inside those faded blue jeans.

I’m still waiting for him to make a move. Still nothin’. I’m starting to wonder if he’s gay or something. Finally I say to him “I am really grateful to you for picking me up.” I set my hand on his leg. “Really grateful.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it” he says.

That’s all I need. I run my hands over his crotch. Nope, he’s definitely not gay, he’s really hard in there. I unbuckle the seat belt. I strip off my shirt first, then my bra, so that my tits hang free. My nipples are all perky. He’s staring at them now, like I’m wondering if he’s going to drive off the road. My pants come off next. He’s just staring at me while I’m stripping down to my panties right here in his car. I fold them all up neatly. “I don’t want to get cum all over my clothes” I explain.

When I pull down his zipper his cock springs out. Yeah, he’s ready. I lean over across the seat so I can take it in my mouth. That cock is so thick that I have to stretch my lips around it. He just keeps on driving while I suck. I’m taking my time, no rush, just slurping that thick boner while we’re driving along. My hand is inside his pants playing with his balls.

I feel them start to pull up and I know what’s coming next. He starts screaming. That cock starts gushing like there’s no tomorrow. The first blast goes right down my throat and after that I can’t keep up. My mouth is full with his jizz is leaking out the sides and it’s still gushing. I lean over him so I can take it all over my tits. My hand is stroking him and it’s just gushing all over me. All that jizz is dripping down my chin like crazy.

He pulls the car over. We’re stopped on the side of the road. He opens the door and pulls me out. he pushes me down on the hood. Before I know it he’s got my legs open and he’s eating me out like there’s no tomorrow. I grab his hair with my feet up on his shoulders and I’m pushing his head down, grinding all over his face. He’s got a mighty talented tongue, it’s getting busy all over my clit. When he shoves his fingers in it’s all over. I’m screaming like a wild thing, cumming so hard I nearly pass out.

I think that’s it but he has other ideas. He’s already hard again and his boner says it’s time for round 2. He flips me over. Now I’m bent over the hood of his car just like he wants me. His cock just plows into me and oh God does it feel good. He’s grabbing my hair and pulling it hard, just the way I like. The whole time, he’s talking dirty, calling me every name in the book. When he starts gushing again I lose it. I’m cumming even harder than I did the first time. The whole time he’s just ramming into me.

When we’re done I have jizz all over me and leaking out of me. We get back in the car. I sit down and put on the seatbelt. He looks at me funny, like he expected me to put my clothes back on. I smile. “I told you I don’t want to get cum all over my clothes.”

He drives me straight to my house. I thank him for the ride. I pick up my clothes out of the back seat. “I might need a ride back out to my car tomorrow. Do you think you could give me a lift?”

I walk naked into my house, with him watching me the whole way in. I spend the rest of the night jilling myself off, wondering if he will be back tomorrow.

I put it on before I get dressed. Then I dress up. Black thong panties. Black bra. Low-cut shirt. Tight jeans. We go to the party. You and I. You have the remote in your pocket. I’m getting wet thinking about it.

We get there. You tell the people at the party what’s up. You give the remote to someone, I don’t know who. All night long it keeps buzzing inside me. On and off, on and off, all night long. I am walking around the party. Smiling, laughing, talking. Struggling not to make a sound. Struggling not to cum.

The remote is passed around the room. I never know who has it. I just feel it buzzing inside my pussy. On and off. It surprises me sometimes. I can’t stop the moan. On and off. The orgasm surprises me. I scream. Everyone smiles. I don’t know who has the remote. I don’t know who made me cum. Afterward you take us home. We have the hottest sex of our lives.

I like talking to my husband about it. I love how it gets him hot. Where can we find a woman to make this fantasy real?

It’s my job.

It wouldn’t be as I wrapped my legs around your waist with my skirt and socks still on, your shirt hiked up enough so you could feel the place where heavy knit meets bare skin. You’d shiver. I’d smile and brush my mouth down your neck, figuring out where I could pull another violet out of the gold. No, that wouldn’t be my favorite. But that’d come close.

It wouldn’t be as you nipped and sucked and made little Voski-noises on my tits with my hands tangled in your impossible hair. I would hum impromptus in the lowest places a woman’s voice goes, alternating with whispered instructions to make it so I’ll have to keep my shirts buttoned up all the way for a week. I think that’d come close too, but not close enough.

I lke to think you’d slowly smile against my cunt before you lapped at me like some demented, perverted lion-god and that might come close too (and when I first thought of that little gem there was Keset sitting on my left and Lind right behind me and oh how far I have come)

But no, I think my favorite part would be afterwards, when your hair would still be unbound and your eyes/my eyes half closed and me spread out on top of you, inhaling your gold, and your fingers pushing through the place between where wings would be, almost as if you were encouraging wings to grow.

If I asked you to help me learn what my body was for I think you just might say yes. You are terrifying, Voski. You are sweet. You are wonderful.

It was a beautifully sunny day. I introduced him to my father, and we sat on Dad’s grave for our picnic lunch. The first lover I had ever shared with my father.
That My Sunshine enjoyed this detour was making me rather moist, but I knew I must restrain myself as the ceremonies were to begin soon.

He was anxious as we entered the expo hall. I enjoyed sharing the history and culture, and he began to feel more at ease as I shared a Prayer Tie with him. (A prayer tie is a physical representation of a prayer – a pinch of tobacco tied in a small cloth.) I told him of how tobacco is sacred, often given as a sign of honor, and the gift could be carried as a charm or to remind him of the wish for his health and happiness. I did not divulge that my prayer for him in the tie was for ultimate pleasure.

Upon taking leave of the celebration shortly after the Grand Entrance and ceremonies, I drove us to the park. We strolled the grounds. I led him to a partially secluded gazebo and he sat on a bench while I stood before him, leaning over so he could caress my breasts from under my ribbon shirt. My breath quickened as we switched places. Now he leaned over me, kissing me, nibbling my neck. I reached out and teased his growing bulge, slipping my hands beneath his shirt and under his waistband. I could barely contain my excitement as I unbuckled his belt, slowly unzipping, then teasing his head to peek over his undies. God, I wanted to take him into my mouth and savor his sweet pre-cum. He looked around nervously as a wedding party began to draw near in search of a photo op. To ease his mind, I gathered him together, refastened his belt, and licked my fingers.

At his suggestion, we headed to my home.
Dammit, my son was home. No wait, he was getting ready to leave for the weekend. To release some pent up tension, he helped my work in the yard until the house was ours.

The next three hours were a blur of nakedness. We undressed and he was on top of me, inside me, thrusting until we were spent.
He napped a moment and awoke to me ravaging his ankles with my mouth and tongue. I was ravenous, biting, teasing, licking, sucking my way up his leg, to his knee, inside his thighs, paying special attention just below his balls, then around the base of his shaft. He could no longer resist as he rolled over and drove into me once again. I shuddered with delight as he varied his pace and angle, reaching my sweet spot. I twined my legs and arms around him and came hard over and over again.

Once again he drifted off momentarily. As he opened his eyes he saw me next to him, cricket masturbating – rubbing my thighs together. I reached over and guided his hand to my crotch, ordering him not to move it as my thighs and pussy writhed against his hand. He asked if I could orgasm like that. I answered him by demonstrating. Unable to contain himself we was upon me once more, only this time after a few moments he rolled over pulling me on top of him. I leaned back and caressed his balls and ass as I rode his cock gleefully like a child on a carousel. He pulled me forward, his hands on hips guiding my pace, his mouth hungrily suckling first one breast, then the other. I came over and over in waves of ecstasy. The headboard was banging against the wall as I began to scream, OH GOD! bucking and quivering. I came in a gush to rival Niagra Falls, continuing to fuck myself, impaling myself on his throbbing cock until I could not take any more. Oblivious to his orgasm, I rolled off him and into a semi comatose state.

When I came to I was more sensitive than I had ever been in life. I ordered him not to touch me. He was timid at my demand as we generally caress and cuddle in our orgasmic afterglow. It was quite some time until I was able to regain function of my body enough to dress and strip the sopping bed covers.

Three times in three hours! With the best round last! My prayer tie worked it magic.

I made us a nice dinner, gave him my car keys and napped while he drove us to his home and to his loving wife, who insisted I spend the night on their couch instead of napping in the car until I was recovered enough to drive myself to my own home.

It has taken three days for my hornies to finally return. I have NEVER before been to completely well fucked as to be floating and fulfilled for such a long time (Generally I’m ready for the next round before my partner has even gone soft!). He has earned a new name: My Satiating Sunshine.

I am wet with anticipation of our next encounter.. in two days my mother and son will be joining us out for dinner before we can retire to the privacy of my home once again, and the introduction of a few new bondage toys. I do hope he’s a good boy and not need to be punished too badly (or do I?)

Thankfully today was Thursday and so he knew there would not be another service for the remainder of the day. His shoulders physically relaxed at the thought as his mind wandered. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps a small respite preceding a quiet evening might be in order. But his mental reprieve was fleeting as other, less enjoyable thoughts encroached upon visions of restful reading by the fire. Thoughts descending upon his peace as if delivered upon the wings of taunting devils. An itemized list of items and duties sprang to mind washing over his calm like a foul wind.

Arrangements to be made, directions to be given to Anthony, Our Lady of Forgiveness‚ very own clerical administrator. (Had he told him about the weekend’s service to the kitchen on the 8th?)

And when was the last time he opened the suggestion box?

Shaking his mind free of the weight pressing down upon his shoulders with each passing responsibility, the previous thoughts of a restful evening rushed in and swept him away.

“I have worked this day. This week has been arduous and this weekend appears to be busy as well,” he thought to himself, walking down the center isle towards the back of the church.

Winter duty was a bitter sweet suffering for the poor man but all of this was nothing in comparison to the near fatal agony he felt when that young woman from his parish would come to make her confession.

She would always attend mass or take confession in something that would accentuate her lithe form just this side of cautionary in style. Fingers of cloth holding and caressing her breasts and hips, stomach and thighs as she would kneel to tell the intimate matters of her life.

He would keep his responses to a minimum for fear he might betray the inner turmoil he now grappled with.

His eyes automatically scanning to either side of him, his mind holding to at least one piece of duty as he searched each pew in passing.

He had made a habit of this since the amorous impulses of two young people placed themselves (and him) into a rather awkward moment of accidental discovery one evening four winters past.

Smiling to himself at the remembrance of their shocked expressions as he continued down the isle. The images fresh as if they‚d happened yesterday. The young man looking over his shoulder perched above her. She on her back, her shirt pushed above her developing breasts. Her skirt a mere belt around her waist. Her shaven wetness glistening in the faint parish light.

A tremor, delicious in its temptation and strength, surged up from within the priest‚s core and spread out to each corner of his being, causing him to shiver.

“Are you cold Father?”

A trilling voice, sweet in its assumed innocence, cut through his reverie as if casting light on his secret thoughts.

A flush rushed to his face as he turned to face the voice, feeling as if his thoughts had betrayed him before a member of his parish. His lips parted in near shock as the very woman from his thoughts stood before him as if materialized from his thoughts to taunt him.

“Oh, I apologize. I was lost in thought and you surprised me just then.” He struggled to compose himself, rubbing his eyes a second.

Focusing on her again he began, “Erica is it?”

He could have sworn she had just blushed. But perhaps it was from the weather she came in from.

Looking closer he convinced himself of it for the purpose of continuing to assist her in whatever it was she came out into this night to do.

“Oh, I’m sorry Father. Did you have something you needed to do? I can wait,” she said, lowering herself into the closest pew corner.

“No, no you‚re fine my Dear.” he said, taking her hand and encouraging her to stand and walk with him.

“Come with me, I was just doing my rounds before locking up and retiring for the evening. I think I’ve dallied too long and it appears as if brother Anthony has gone home for the evening. So the items on my own “To Do” list will regrettably have to wait until tomorrow” he said without the slightest bit of remorse in evidence.

She smiled, following him as he lead her towards the doors at the front of the church.

Locking the doors securely, his fingers passed above the green glow of the alarm pad keys. He was about to turn to face her when he felt her hands slip around his waist as if to give him a hug from behind. But this was different and he knew it immediately, frozen motionless in his realization.

Erica, now older, was a women of intuition. After a number of encounters she had no doubt the priest was in some kind of distress. She felt for the man who had shown her such compassion at so many times in her life. (He’d never even mentioned anything of that night he caught her with Aaron.)

On this cold night she wrapped herself in her finest furs and went to the church hoping she might find him and discover the cause of his affliction. This is what she had told herself when she was getting ready to brave the temperatures.

“Now or never, right?” she had said to her reflection in the bathroom mirror, marshaling the courage to take the steps she’d been anticipating for more months (years?) than she could recall.

Those breasts were his first shock. He‚d seen them displayed in different outfits, coverings and wrappings many times before. He‚d never have imagined they would have, could have felt this firm as they pressed warmly against his back.

Even through the added layer beneath his shirt he could feel them rising and falling with her breathing. (Was it quick? Was he imagining this?)

She sighed contentedly against him. The warmth of her breath as she exhaled coupled with the delicious agony of her nakedness against him turning his thoughts, his mind, his heart.

“Mea maxima culpa”, he whispered beneath his breath…

As I told you before we were able to play all afternoon. Since we couldn’t meet when we had originally planned, He instructed me to describe how I would undress and how I would feel. It was easy to imagine. I have thought about it for months. Although I am much more brave when I imagine standing or kneeling before Him than I think I will actually believe I may be in His presence. Still the thought of losing my top, my skirt, my bra, my panties is still overwhelming. I get wet at the thought, which is also what He is hoping for today. I even have on my special panties so He will be able to see just how wet I get reliving the other night.

I can still feel the chill down my back when He instructed me to stand in front of the mirror and disrobe just as I had imagined earlier in the day. To look in the mirror as if I were looking at Him. I was embarrassed and He wasn’t in the room, it was strictly my imagination. I gave Him the play-by-play for everything that was happening. I was excited, embarrassed and getting more wet by the second.

Before having a chance to remove my wet panties, He had me remove the bobby pins from my hair and begin placing them on my nipples. It was a pleasurable pain. It always is. I just wished he were the one pulling them from my hair and placing them one-by-one on my breasts. Hoping he will kiss me softly to take my mind off the pain.

I put in the ring gag like He instructed, again wishing He were the one putting it in place and tightening it just beyond comfortable. But I did it just as I thought He would. I wasn’t allowed to wipe the drool from my face. It was running down my chin like a faucet. The more I tried to swallow and stop the drool, the more it ran down my chin.

When he had me gather the belts, my nipples became so hard with excitement that the pain from the bobby pins became almost unbearable. The drool began running down my chest and as I tightened the belts around my ankles and thighs, it even dripped at the top of my freshly shaven pussy. My legs so tight together, smooth lips rubbing together I could feel the wetness begin running between my thighs. Although honestly, I don’t know if the wetness was from my pussy or my drool. I couldn’t get control of either, not that I was trying too hard.

The idea of having the third belt slap against my ass nearly brought me to orgasm, but I knew that was against the rules. I had to focus on the pain just to keep from cumming as I typed every detail of the evening. Leaning my tender nipples into the ottoman as I typed to awaken my senses and focus on the time and detail that was needed as I typed.

He was disappointed that He couldn’t read my story that night with the delay in posting, but I was able to provide him the details of my then current state of excitement. I was so thankful when He gave me permission to play. As you well know, this is something that I am unable to do without permission and everything in my body was begging for it. I needed it! And I was so thankful when he allowed me to play with my clit, to rub and pinch hard. I came in seconds, with my legs quivering. But He wasn’t finished, and neither was I. He then let me catch my breath and slide my fingers deep inside me. I didn’t want to stop, it felt so good. Imagining it was Him inside me. Just as I was about to cum He had me remove the bobby pins which literally put me over the edge. I had to muffle my screams, not from pain but from the exctasy and length of my orgasm. I felt like I came for ten minutes and I didn’t want to stop.

Playing was long overdue. For both of us. I was so thankful that He was pleased with my initiative and detail. I only hope my performace in person is even more pleasing. That I am rewarded with the ability to cum over and over again. I think we both need the release but I need his direction and instruction. I look forward to it everyday, just as I do tonight, although I know He won’t get to read this until tomorrow. I hope I make Him as happy as He makes me.

Today’s game, How I would undress for him for the first time. After describing my outfit for work, I had to respond every fifteen minutes with which article i would remove and in what order and how i thought I would feel.

First, the soft blue shirt that clung and outlined my breasts, slowly over my head and dropping to my side. Not afraid to look Him in the eyes.

Second, this was a double since I missed a deadline, tan peep-toe pumps and the tight white capris. Shimmy them down to my knees and let them fall to the ground. As I step out of them, I look into his eyes again, but quickly look away, feeling the reality of my situation. Nearly naked for the first time, what does he think, does he think I’m pretty? I can no longer look in his direction.

Third, the pink VS bra. Reaching back to unfasten it, holding it close to me, letting the shoulders slip slowly off of me, then onto the floor. I take a deep breath and lower my arms, trying to keep perfect posture, sucking it all in and keeping him happy. My face is flushed and warm. Feeling my nipples get hard and erect from both the cool air and the overwhelming embarrassment. Another deep breath.

Last, the hip hugger white panties. The come off easy as I bend over and slide them down. I step out of them not wanting to stand up and be so vulnerable, but I do. Deep breath, face glowing red.

I am ready . . .

That was the game and he enjoyed it. We started another game tonight. After some chatting and catching up he had me stand in front of the mirror and undress just as I described, updating him on how it made me felt. He had me remove a few bobby pins from my hair and place them on my boobs. I became so wet.

He instructed me to put my ring gag in, again super wet. Within a few minutes drool running down my face. Next to get three belts, one around my ankles, one above my knees and instructed me to kneel and type this for everyone to see what a true slut I really am and want to be. With the last belt, he told me to hold hit and imagine him slapping my ass, again, super wet pussy.

I only have a few minutes to finish the story of the day, wait, he just had me add another bobby pin to each side. OMG it feels so good.

So I will close telling the world how badly I want Him, to please Him, to serve Him. It consumes me. I hope I have satisfied his desire tonight and that he will reward me. I am His Slut.

I hear my boyfriend come home. “I’m in the bath,” I call. He opens the door. I’m still lying there with my eyes closed.

He sits on the edge of the bathtub. I feel his hands on my shoulders. He massages me, it’s so relaxing I can feel myself drifting. His hands start to caress my body. He runs them over my breasts, I tell him how good it feels. I love having my breasts fondled! He massages them for a long time. It feels heavenly.

He kisses my shoulder. One hand stays on my breast. The other hand moves down between my legs. I open my legs for him. He puts his fingers into me. His hand on my breast and his lips kissing my neck and his fingers inside my pussy all feel so good I can’t help moaning. I open my legs a little bit wider. My eyes are still closed. He pushes his fingers deeper. He takes his time getting me worked up.

Pretty soon I am moaning louder. I feel myself about to cum. I beg him not to stop. He bites my neck. His fingers are moving faster inside my pussy. I cum so hard that it makes me scream.

Then he gets up and leaves. I am still lying there feeling the aftershocks. I stay in the tub for a long time.

After a while, I hear the front door open. My boyfriend comes in. “I’m sorry I’m late! I got stuck in traffic.”

I never know who my mystery lover is.

Just as I was thinking, ‘damn, a bench seat would be nice, easier on the ribs’, he undid he pants so his cock was free. There it was, that beautiful cock, waiting to be enjoyed. I couldn’t wait, I needed to feel it in my mouth. I kissed the tip, ran my tongue all over the head, licked the shaft and when I was content with how wet it was, I wrapped my lips around the meat and slid down so I had him all in my mouth. So glad that his driving wasn’t impaired I wiggled around so I could glide up and down and suck the whole time until he put it in park and cut off the engine. He slid and tilted the seat back so I could go to work on that cock. Pants are down around the ankles, shirt unbuttoned, I get to enjoy his body. I love the way his nipples are so sensitive when I come up and steal a kiss, lick and suck and bite on the nipples and go back for more cock. Its like I can’t get enough oh him in my mouth. The way he holds my head steady and firm when I take a breath and bury his cock head as deep as I can in my throat. I want him to feel me swallowing him, getting it all in my mouth. I want to feel my throat open up and accept his cock willingly. I want my throat fucking his cock so badly I can taste it. He holds me there a while longer, not against my will, or even in encouragement, just in desire. Shear passion, enjoyment and desire as he reluctantly pulls me off him to taste my lips as he lets me know if I keep it up, he will cum. I do want that hot juice pumping in my mouth, but not just yet.

Somewhere during that time I was lusting over his cock, he had fingered me enough where the time was right that I needed him to fill my pussy. I had seriously thought about hopping on his cock after I got out of my car, but glad I waited until I could ride him completely. Sliding down as I sat in his lap I could feels my pussy walls tense, contract, spasm and release as he sucked and pulled on my nipples. Mental note to self, ‘get nipple clamps’. We could both enjoy those I thought as I remembered the spanking I got earlier. I squatted and bounced and gyrated on that cock. I felt the pressure on my g spot as I fucked him until my breath was hard to catch.

He told me to get back on my side. I did as I was told, as I was going to make him cum, but just when was up to him. I spread my legs, leaned back, felt the breeze on my pussy as he opens the truck door and pulls my panties aside. I do recall playing with myself a little, but what is clear in my mind is how fantastic his lips and fingers feel as they devour me. I can’t stop having little orgasms that build up as the night goes on. The soft flicking on my clit and the finger fucking I am getting are making me buck my hips up to his mouth. He pulls back, and then I feel it. His cock head against my hole. I need it, and want it so, so much. I scoot closer, and pull him in by his shrt until he thrusts into me and stuffs me. I wait there a second, absorbing that feeling. That fullness, the contractions. Soon I am grinding and thrusting, and fucking him with all I’ve got. I am loving every torturous moment until I am practically begging him to fuck me. To go in deeper and to penetrate me further and faster. Which he does, until he pulls out. Damn! what the…

My ass is soaked from pussy juice and spit as he tenderly holds his cock at my hole, just as he did my pussy. Waiting for my tightness to give in to his cock, he patiently drives it in deeper. I am in my own little world. My eyes are closed, my head back over the center console, and my ribs will feel it in the morning but I don’t care. I am getting the hell fucked out of me and I am enjoying every minute of it. He is a such a tease! pulled his cock right out of my ass, leaving me aching for that fullness until he pokes it in and out again. My ass clenching and relaxing as he plays his own game of ‘hide the cock’. He is very good at it too, always gets me dripping. Even now as I am writing, my fingers slide around my juicy pussy and circle my clit. God I wish I had a hard cock in my hand now, squeezing the shaft, sliding up and down, over the head, caressing the balls, back again to stroking the shaft.

I can’t take it any more, I need my pussy to be fucked over and over till he shoots into me. I want that warmth that comes from his insides. He pulls me closer as he thrusts and pumps and bangs me until he moans that he is gonna cum. Cum inside me I beg, I don’t want to lose a precious rhythmic moment of what we have created. I feel his hot load fill me as promised, his strokes get slower, more deliberate as my pussy walls milk his cock for more. Exhausted his cock slides out of me and I feel the head near my clit. I rub both against each other as I enjoy the movement. Like a carnival ride slowing to a halt, we stop and regain our composure.

Damn that was good. It always is, ever since that first time. So raw, so easy, so natural. When I am with him, I can always act on my insticts and enjoy total sexual freedom. I am free to lean over, undo his pants again, after he has got himself settled back in his seat and finish his cock off. I suck him clean of our juices and finally swallow his head. Only semi soft can I get that whole thing in my throat and bury my nose in his balls. For now, anyway.

Hoping for more cock in my ass, cum dripping over my desperate pussing, a man grabs me and removes me from the auditorium. A woman stands waiting with cleansing items near the shower’s edge. “Spread your legs” with a thick german accent. I do. A large douche is shoved up my cunt washing away any remains of cum. In the shower, I am washed and re-inspected for imperfections that can be removed or covered up. “You are an amazing find. Your sensuality, sexual experience and sheer beauty, we have not seen this in a long time. It is no surprise you came at such high dollar. Just understand that your buyer is merciless. He will break your spirit, so there is no use in showing pride here. Good luck. You are beautiful.” she licks my breasts and rubs my pussy, almost longing for me to react, but I do not. I wait.

I am treated like a queen for the next new hours, manicures, pedicures, facials, hair done by a professional. So relaxing. I am directed to yet another room filled with outfits and directions. An envelope reading “5 Million” waits by some roses, vials of powder and a note that read, “Welcome to your new reality. You will be used for pleasure and if you play nice, you may get to have some fun along the way. See I pay for fun. I own you. If I like what I see then your freedoms will increase. You are mine now, forever, or until I tire of you. I hope you enjoy the roses as I do think you are beautiful and deserve this gift; however, you must earn all future gifts. You have no choice in the matter. I own you. Please wear just a little make-up as I do not like nor appreciate the horror view. Also, please dress in the black formal attire left for you. You are to never wear underwear in my presenct unless directed to do so. I like piercings so please sit back and relax as my artists decorate you as I like. It may help to do a line or two of coke prior to the piercings. It will be painful and this will help speed up the process.”

I look around and there is a man with a case that appears ready to do business. “Are you here to pierce me?”

“And brand you.” he says with a sick smile. Just then two men grab me and hold me down and the Artist takes an object and places into the nearby fireplace. On my upper hip/ass, he places the brand. “FCS” which stands for Fucking Cum Slut.

He says, you will feel better if you do a line of coke. I think about it and ask how, because I have never done a line. “Tap it out and use the razor on the ledge. Form it into a line or two and use the the straw to snort up your nose.” I do as directed, hoping it will ease the fear of what is to come. Make-up is applied, may hair is fixed professionally, I slip into the black, strapless formal gown. I am dircted to the next room where I am greeted by a man in full military uniform, but no uniform I recognize. “You look stunning. I want you to know that I bought you to secure a military contract. You will perform like a true horror here, meeting the demands of every man and woman in the room. This is a small price for me to pay to get what I need. Everyone here knows that this is the place to come to fulfill their darkest fantasies. You will meet them, or die trying. Do you understand your place?”

I nod yes. “Good, then go get a drink and mingle, do nothing else, especially socialize without my direction.” I walk to the bar where a vodka/gingerale is placed in front of me without asking. I guzzle it down. Another one is waiting for me. “Take your time, this can be enjoyable if you let it.” The second one I take and scour the room. As I walk, my bare pussy lips rub together, I feel my juice running down my leg. It must be the injection. Surely the coke doesn’t make you this wet? All eyes appear to be on me. I walk back around to my new master. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to do?” He looks at me with a smirk and says, “go over to the women in the black minidress. Ask if you can lick her pussy. If she says yes, then lick it until she cums.”

I don’t know if it is the coke or alcohol but I do as he says. She has long blonde hair and is a size 0. Her legs are long a sleek. I do as directed. I walk over, slowly, until I make eye contact. We hold a longing gaze. She is beautiful. I walk up to her and caress her thigh. I sense a longing in her gaze. I take her hand and guide her to a back bedroom. She follows without hesitation. I tap out and prepare another line of coke. We each do a line and laugh. I kiss her full pink lips – feeling very sensual. She kisses back. I run my hand through her long blonde hair and she arches her back. I bite her lip as she moans – as if she knows what I want to do to her. Piece by piece we take our clothes off, tops, skirts, dresses, panties bras. both naked and hot. I look around and see this is one of His rooms, toys, whips, cameras, and more than she imagined. I playfully tie down her wrists, then her ankles – her pussy open to the world. I grab a ring gag and place in her mouth, she is confused. I go down and begin licking and sucking her pussy until she is uncontrollably wet. Then I stop and grab a whip and begin slapping her pussy. She cries out, but in a tone that she wants more. I give her more. I strap on a huge dildo and beging slapping it into her wet pussy. She slams back. Who knew a stranger would love so much pussy and cock?

Then a BUZZZ and I was aware again of what was happening. Five men, including my master came into the room. “Thank you for getting things started. You will be rewarded.” I was forced to my knees as his cock was shoved in my mouth. I sucked so hard. Two other men take over where I left off and begin fucking her mercilessly. I continue to suck my master’s cock. It is so fucking huge I gag repeatedly, much to his delight. “Move to the table and bend over. Grab your ass cheeks and spread them. Giani, be ready to shove your cock in her mouth.”

I move to the table and bend over it, my ass in the air. A huge cock began slapping my pussy. “Can you take it? Do you want this in you ass?” All I can think about is how wet my pussy is yet how much I want his cock in my ass. Even though I am tied down, I begin thrusting my pussy and ass as much as the straps will allow. “Are you a slut?” “YES I AM!” “Are you horny?” “YES, PLEASE FUCK ME!” I scream. Just then a huge cock entered my pussy and my mouth. I was sucking and fucking for my life. There were others there but my focus were the two providing the pleasure. Soon, the cocks began feeling full, both in my ass and in my mouth. Suck, pop, slurp, suck, pob, slurp – the sounds of a good blow job. His cock is getting hotter and hotter. I know he’s going to blow but I want to feel it in the back of my throat. Oh, please cum in my mouth, please. suck, slurp, suck, slurp, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I love the taste of cum. I can’t wait to see what is in store for me next. I may come to love being a sex slave!

I am overcome with fear and anxiety and begin to sob uncontrollably in the shower, then I hear a door creak open. I bite my lip and try to quiet my sobs. I try and focus on my last direction, “shower, shave completely, pull your hair back (out of your face) and dress in the outfit left for you.” Focus. Focus. I grab the soap and clean everything, wash my hair, look down at the forest between my legs and look around for a razor. Thank God, at least it is still in a wrapper, one of the few things that appears to be sterile. I shave my arms, my legs and begin making my pussy appear pre-pubecent.

As I am finishing I realize that I remember hearing the door open but don’t recall hearing anyone leave. I turn the water off, open the door to reach for a towel and see the women from the exam room waiting for me. She is standing at the counter preparing a syringe. For a moment I forgot my earlier lashings and almost asked her what she was doing but just as the words began to leave my mouth, she turned around. Whatever was in the syringe appeared golden or darker brown. The bathroom was heavy with steam so it was hard to make out. I stopped myself from asking as she looked me up and down, again. “Turn around. Slowly.” I did as I was told. “Arms up. Legs apart.” She was examining me everywhere. “Turn around and bend over. Legs apart and touch the ground with your hands.” Again, I did as directed. “Good job with the razor. No knicks or cuts. That will serve you well.”

Just as I was beginning to think I could stand up from the uncomfortable and immodest position, I felt a heavy, sharp stick in my upper, inside thigh. She just fucking stabbed me with the needle. I forgot all about it until then. It hurt but then in a split second it was warm. I was warm. I could feel the warmth travel through my veins, almost straight to my head. I was instantly calm. She grabbed my arms and helped me stand upright. “Take a few deep, slow breathes.” I do. She was carressing my arms. “It will help if you raise your arms when breathing in and lowering them when breathing out.” I do. In no time at all I start feeling euphoric again but a little different than before. This time, while I am extrememly relaxed, I am not sleepy. I am, however, feeling my pussy get warm and wet. She leaves the room and on her way out reminds me to pull my hair back and dress as neccessary.

I look around for an “outfit.” In On the wall hangs black thong bikini, a short white (nearly sheer) tank top, and a collar – like something a dog would wear. I put on the bikini, pulled the t-shirt on (which barely covered my breasts) and put the leather collar around my neck. I brushed and pulled my hair back out of my face, then I sat down to apply some make up. Next to the make up was a card that read, “FOR EVALUATIONS, ONLY APPLY ENOUGH MAKE-UP TO HAVE A NATURAL, YOUTHFUL APPEARANCE. TOO MUCH MAKE-UP WILL REQUIRE PUNISHMENT.” I do as directed. It was so warm in the room or my body was warm from the injection. The bikini thong was already wet, whether from feeling my lips rub against each other or from the excitement and fear of what is to come – who knows. I feel shameful for being excited about the next step – the unknown.

Just as I finished a young man comes to the room to retrieve me. I stand as he enters the room. He walks all around me inspecting every detail about my appearance. “He has out-done himself with this selection. You will bring top-dollar, I am sure.” He latches a lock to the collar as well as a leash. He directs me to open my mouth and put my hands behind my back. A large ball gag is placed in my mouth and fastened around. My hands are zip-tied behind my back. He then connects a leash to the collar and tugs on it to have me follow him. The hallway is stone and smells musty like a cellar. As we walk down the hall, I hear whimpers and screams from both women and men, coming from different rooms or areas. With every step my pussy lips rub and get wetter and wetter, I begin to worry that my juice will run down my leg.

We appreach a thick wood, medieval-looking door. He knocks. The door opens slowly. Before I am pulled into the room the young man whispers to me to stand straight, appear strong and approachable yet modest. “The master will be happiest when he gets high dollar. You are the best I have seen in a long time. Whatever happens in here remember it won’t last forever, it is for evaluation only – no matter what.” A different woman comes and grabs the leash from him and I am jerked into the room. I see others around, mostly men. There is an area for seats, raised like an auditorium, except smaller – maybe 20 or 30 – all full with both men and women. Looking around the room I am instantly fearful. Everyone in the “evaluation room” appears properly clothed, except me. There are odd tables, chairs with latches, long rods hanging from chains, trays with things like dildos, paddles, whips, needles, I don’t know what else. Yet instead of panicking I begin to feel calm and warm again. My pussy gets more wet by the second.

A woman wearing a black mini-skirt with a slit up the thigh and a white button-up tuxedo style shirt, with her breasts nearly exposed, grabs the leash and dismisses the other women. The door is locked and bolted when she leaves. I am sat in a chair facing the seats. As I am seated, my hands are placed behind the seat back so I can’t move. My legs are latched to the outer-side of the legs. The room closes in on me. Men and women. A huge black cock is pulled out and slapped against my face. Then another. My pussy is exposed except for the small thong patch. One of the women pulls it aside and begins licking it making it more wet. The ball gag is removed and one of the huge cocks is shoved in my mouth. It feels so good slamming into the back of my throat. The zip ties are cut off and I am pulled up by the hair and moved so that one leg is on the chair with my ass and pussy facing the audience but I am bent over taking turns sucking two huge cocks. I nearly gag with every intrusion yet my pussy gets more wet by the minute.

One of the other men pulls out his cock and starts slapping my ass with it. I moan. Instantly I am slapped with a paddle across my pussy lips and ass. I forgot my place. For good measure, I am hit again. Clips with weights are attached to my pussy lips stretching thim mercilessly. With every thrust over the cocks in my my mouth I wimper as my pussy lips stretch beyond my pain level. Men seem to be appearing from nowhere as different cocks are being thrust into my mouth. I take them all in. It makes me wet. Finally I am grabbed from behind and thrown to a nearby talbe. A strap is placed around my waist to keep me from moving. Still cocks are being shoved down my throat. A few sucks on the left, then a jerk and a few sucks on the right. I look over and see a cone shaped object with a cord. My brain cannot comprehend what is about to happen. With a jolt the cone is tickled over my pussy. The more wet, the more painful. Finally a tall black man with a wide, long cock, easily the largest cock I had seen stood before me with a sick and twisted smile. He slapped his cock over my pussy as he rubbed himself to get hard. With every slap my pussy became wet with anticipation wanting that cock in me knowing it would hurt. I began to sense my hips thrusting with his cock slaps. I could feel my juices running down my ass.

One of the girls in the room grabbed the ball gag and placed it back in my mouth. She then walked over and began sucking the black cock, warming it up for entry into my pussy. Once solid as a bat, and nearly the same size, he pushed the girl off and pushed my knees apart. With no hesitation or mercy, and my pussy wet, he shoved the huge cock in me as hard and as far as he could. It didn’t hurt, it felt good. The pressure was there and i could feel my pussy lips stretching beyond the norm but I wanted more. I tried to push myself onto the huge cock, but because I was tied down, it was impossible. Bam, Bam, Bam. “Damn, this bitch is fucking wet. Do you see how she’s handling my dick. You see this out there? For those interested, she is taking all ten inches and my 3 inches wide. Look at this bitch, she is begging for more.”

Another one said, “Did you see how she sucked my cock. I nearly came in just a few seconds. I’ll save that til you’re finished bro.”

Suddenly the action stops. I am unlatched and placed on a low table, on my knees. “This is where we’ll make our money boys. Neal, Tom, you guys get the front. I’ve got the back.” Suddenly, the two men in front were taking turns shoving their cock back down my throat. The man from behind, without warning, shoved his huge fucking cock in my ass. My scream was muffled by the cocks down my throat. It hurt but was awesome at the same time. Soon I was slamming over his cock. He was just standing there, laughing. I could feel the two men in front were ready to cum so I began sucking harder. Soon, each of their heads were hot a leaking precum. I sucked harder. They moaned. I moaned and sucked. I sucked cock until he came and the hot, salty cum was running down my throat. The other got to cum but it was more all over my face and titties.

With all the excitement, the black cock in my ass gave was and came in me with each thrust of my ass. One of the other women came and licked the cum running out of my ass like she hadn’t had a drink in a week. Claps and cheers were heard by all. I looked around to a standing ovation. Over an intercom system I heard, “Wow. This may be my best find yet. She is 25, an IQ of 45, polished and as you saw can take dick. What do you say we start the bidding at $1 Million?” A hand goes up. “1.25 Million.” “2 million.” “2.5 Million.” “5 MILLION DOLLARS.” “Sold once, sold twice, SOLD to the gentleman in the front row.”

I would like to start out my day with a bath in which all my hair on my body would be removed. I would then have silicone breast attached and my penis gently tucked away for the rest of the day. I would then have my nails done professionally of course, along with having my eyebrows tweeked just right. I would then have my hair and makeup done so that I no one could ever let I was ever a man. I would then get dressed up in sexy undergarments, and then a hot dress with matching high heels.

By this time it would be nearly dinner time and I would be picked up by a hot, strong, muscled man for a night of dinner, dancing and whatever happens later.

During the date he would treat me like the beautiful woman that I am. Opening doors, helping in and out of cars and ordering me dinner. We would then go out dancing with him holding me close and kissing me gently. I would melt in his strong arms.

After he would take me home where we would have more fun. He would gently kiss me and start to work his way down my body, removing my dress and shoes. I would do the same to him, but I would stop at his beautiful hard on and suck him off. After this, I would get him hard again so that he could make love to me. He would press his hard body against mine and slowly spread my legs apart. He would kiss me all over. I love having his tong in my mouth and would feel my self getting very wet. He would then gently remove my panties and start slowly penetrating my anus. He would start slowly and then build up speed and continue until he came and I come too without even the slightest touch to my own penis.

We would then fall asleep in each others arms.

The next day I would make him breakfast and he would ask to see me again.

If things continue on like this, I could see myself falling for him and he for me. If I did fall for him and he asked me to, I would have a sex change and marry him and have children with him. I’ve always wanted to be the wife of a handsome, successful man who could take care of me and I could meet his needs in every womanly way.

At first, I’m scared and crying but then I feel a pinch between toes and i instantly feel a warm sensation go up my leg then to my head. The rush of calm and happiness is euphoric. I am instantly relaxed but a bit woozy. I can feel my heart rate slowing and an uncontrollable smile come across my face. As I relax and quit fighting the binding around me I realize that I am not secured as tightly as I first thought. I am moved to a cold metal table and told in a extremely harsh, abrupt voice to, “sit straight up.” It is frightening and I do as I’m told. All of my binding is removed except the blindfold. As the gag is removed I take a deep breath and can feel the drool running down my chin. As I lift my hand up to wipe it off, I am knocked to the floor by a hard blow to my face. “I didn’t tell you to move.” I’m pulled up by my long hair, as if I was light as a feather, and thrown back on the table. “Sit straight up – and this time don’t move unless told to do so.” I’m scared but calm at the same time – the effect of what ever the pinch was between my toes. I can sense another presence in the room – possible more than one person. The table is cold and smells of antiseptic wash, like a doctor’s office possibly? My thoughts are not my home or my family but with what is surrounding me. A female voice tells me softly to, “Lay back and try not to fight. This will hurt but the less you fight it the less it will hurt.” My clothes are cut from me methodically and inspected for cleanliness. I hear a pen scribbling down as each piece is cut from me. My feel are placed in cold metal stirups. I hear and sense the flash of a camera. Did they just take a picture of my pussy? “No piercings or disfigurement”. More scribbling. The harsh voice says, “This will hurt. Don’t scream or you will be punished. This is not a game. Do as your told and the punishment will be light. Scream or fidget and you will be punished beyond recognition and your value will decrease. The cheaper I make you the worse your future will be. If, however, you keep quiet – no matter what – and we are able to complete your exam and evaluation, then you may be a higher candidate. The higher your evaluation then the better your future. Some of our girls serve prominent men, and women, throughout the world. Our low-bidders get girls and prostitue them for whatever disgusting paying client they wish. Neither is my concern. I make money no matter how this turns out. If you understand, nod.” I nod yes.

My knees are spread and I jump as a cold metal speculum is placed in my vagina. I try and breath through the pain as the speculum is opened to a width that is unbearable. I bite my lip and hold back the scream of pain as tears roll down my face. I have never felt such pressure. More pictures. “Obviously not a virgin – too bad that would have brought high dollar with this type. A plus is her measure of tolerance. This is remarkably wide – no sign of tearing. Measurement in speculum stretch over 3 inches.” More scribbling. It is removed abruptly and I exhale. My face still throbbing from the punch to my face. One of them graps my hair and pulls me to my feet. Measurements are taken of my height, my hips, my arms, my chest. The women feels my breasts. “Full and natural. Appear to be a full D. Not too big, should bring high dollar if all other tests are positive.” I am bent over the table and my feet are bracketed a little more than shoulder width apart. My arms are tied down beneath me. I hear the smack of a rubber glove being put on. Something warm and gooey is rubbed on my asshole. Before i can even prepare for what I know is coming, two fingers are shoved in my ass. I wince and squeel uncontrollably. The fingers are pulled out and hard wooden panel hits me so hard I loose my breath. I cry out. Another hit. i cry out again then I remember I cannot cry. I’m hit again, this time harder than before and I bite my lip so hard to keep from screaming that I taste the salty blood. “The sooner you get it the faster this will be over and i can move on to the next one. Time is money, so keep your fucking mouth shut. I don’t care how much this hurts you.” The speculum is shoved into my ass. This time no lubricant. It is spread wide. More pictures. “Another high score. Look at that gape. She must take it in ass a lot. That will be another good sell factor.” The women unbuckles my ankles and unties my wrists. “Get on your knees and open your mouth.” A huge dildo is shoved in my mouth. Understanding that I am being evaluated on my skills, I take it all in my mouth. I lift my head to allow the cold dildo go down my throat. I can hardly breath as it is nearly blocking my airway. The corners of my mouth are stretched to their limit and even tear a bit and I try and take it all in. I finally gag to point I almost throw-up and he pulls the dildo out of my mouth. I gasp for air and fall to the ground coughing and gasping for air. As I’m trying to catch my breath a hard kick to my abdomen takes what remaining breath out of me. I pass out from pain and shock.

When I wake up I’m in a room with no windows, a stained mattress and a toilet and sink. My head is fuzzy and my stomach hurts, not from hunger but from pain. I’m naked and bruised. As I stir and get up to look around, the door opens and a women walks in. When she speaks I realize it is the women from earlier. “It is time to test your skills in action.” “Where are we going?” “You don’t speak, unless told to do so. Follow me.” We walk down the hall and she tells me to take a shower. “Everything you will need is in the room. When you are finished, dry off and put on the outfit hanging on the hanger. Pull your hair back out of your face and use the perfume on the counter. Shave completely – everything. Do you understand these instructions?” I nod yes.

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