#BDSM

Emily stepped into the dimly lit basement storage room and shut the door behind her. The young student couldn't see her own hand in front of her face. "I'm here, just like you told me, " she whispered. A soft click echoed through the space, and a light flickered on. In the center of the room, a table emerged, illuminated by a single bulb hanging directly above it. As Emily's eyes adjusted, she noticed something resting on the table. On the square tabletop sat a wooden ruler and three pairs of metal handcuffs. "Take off your panties! " a voice commanded from the shadows. Emily hesitated, then slowly slid her panties down, letting them drop to the floor. Now she stood in nothing but a thin sweater, a short plaid skirt, and ankle boots, surrounded by the darkness. "Step up to the table so I can see you! " Emily moved forward cautiously, her gaze fixed on the ruler and handcuffs. She was barely 18, petite, and visibly nervous. Her auburn hair was cut into a neat bob with bangs, the rest falling straight past her shoulders. Her pale, flawless skin glowed faintly under the light, contrasting with her dark hair. To top it off, she wore chunky black-framed glasses that only made her look more striking. Her breath quickened, her excitement barely concealed despite the chilly air. "Bend over the table! " Emily leaned forward, the table high enough that she could rest her upper body on it without spreading her legs or crouching. Footsteps approached from behind. She started to turn her head to see who it was. "Don't you dare, you little brat! " the voice snapped. "Eyes forward! " Emily obeyed. She heard the clink of metal as someone picked up the handcuffs. Moments later, cold steel encircled her ankles, locking them in place. Her slim legs trembled slightly. She bit her lip to stifle a sound, her pulse racing. Then her left wrist was seized and cuffed to the front left table leg, stretching her arm across the surface. The same happened to her right wrist on the opposite side. Emily was completely helpless now - and it thrilled her. Just weeks ago, she'd never have imagined this kind of humiliation could feel so intoxicating. A hand trailed slowly up her right leg from below. Emily let out a soft moan, struggling to hide how much she enjoyed it. A second hand joined, sliding up her left thigh. Both hands caressed her firm cheeks, squeezing and kneading them. Her skirt was pushed up, revealing a perfect, pale backside. The hands pulled away. The overhead light now shone down on a bound girl with her skirt hiked up, exposed and vulnerable. Emily heard the ruler being lifted from the table. "Have you thought about getting laid today? " the voice asked. "No, of course not! " Emily blurted out. "Then why are you dripping wet? " A sharp whistle cut the air, followed by a loud smack as the ruler struck her bare skin. "Ahhh! " she cried out, wincing from the sting. "Don't lie to me, you little tease! " the voice shouted. "Okay, okay, I've been thinking about it all day, " Emily admitted, her voice shaky. "Thinking about what, exactly? " "About a guy taking me hard, " she said, her words trembling with a mix of pain and arousal. She shifted slightly, her excitement pooling beneath her. "Did you touch yourself? " "No, I didn't - " Another whistle, another smack. "Ahhh! " she yelped. Red welts began to bloom across her skin. "Did you touch yourself? " the voice repeated. "Yes, I rubbed myself, " Emily confessed, her tone hesitant. "Do you want to be taken right now? " "No, not here - " she started, but another strike interrupted her with a sharp cry. "Ahhh! Ohhh! " "Let's try that again - do you want it now? " the voice asked calmly. "Yes, please, I want it now, " she whimpered. Her body ached for release, desperate for something to fill her. The ruler was set down beside her head. Then she felt a hand brushing over her stinging cheeks. She arched her back as much as she could, craving more of the touch. Something pressed against her, seeking entry. Emily clenched her teeth, but the wave of pleasure hit her hard. She screamed as she came, her body shuddering against the restraints. It slid inside her slowly, and she felt like she might burst from the sensation. When it was fully in, it began to move - back and forth, deliberate and steady. Another climax built quickly. Her legs gave out, leaving her draped over the table, held up only by her bound wrists. The overwhelming release had stripped her of control. But it didn't stop - it went faster, harder. Over the next few minutes, she came five more times, each one leaving her more spent than the last. Her cries echoed through the basement. "Enough, please... I can't take it anymore, " Emily gasped, her voice barely audible. It stopped. The pressure withdrew, and one final tremor shook her exhausted frame. Someone unfastened her ankle cuffs, then her wrists. Emily slumped against the table, too weak to move. Her eyes stayed shut, her face slick with sweat, pressed against the wood. After a moment, she mustered the strength to push herself up, blinking as she steadied herself on the table. "Holy crap, that was unreal. I've never felt anything like that, " she said, her voice quivering. She turned and saw her best friend, Sophie, standing there with a sly grin, holding a thick toy in one hand and the ruler in the other. "Well, " Sophie said, "I know what you like." Sophie bent down, using the ruler to scoop Emily's discarded panties off the floor, dangling them in front of her. "You forgot these." Emily snatched them, slipping them back on. She adjusted her glasses and smoothed her hair, still catching her breath. Then she stepped forward, pulled Sophie into a deep kiss, and opened the basement door. "Come on, " she said, "break's almost over, and we need to stash this stuff." Sophie followed, clutching their props. She flicked off the light and shut the door behind them. "Next break, you're going down on me, " Sophie whispered. "That got me so worked up." "Gladly, " Emily shot back with a smirk, licking her lips playfully. The two laughed as they hurried out of the basement.

It was a stormy evening near the village of Eldwood. The tavern, The Gilded Stag, was winding down for the night, its heavy wooden doors creaking shut. No one suspected that a far greater tempest was brewing just beyond the horizon. Eldwood was a place steeped in ancient mystery, its forests hiding secrets older than the village itself. Scattered among the shadowed trees were the remnants of a bygone era - crumbling stone ruins that whispered of a time when celestial beings and dark forces clashed for dominion over the earth. Once grand battlegrounds in the War of Realms, where light and shadow waged their eternal struggle, these relics now stood silent, weathered by time. In one such ruin - an overgrown husk that had once been a sanctuary of the divine - a sinister ritual unfolded under the cover of night. A warlock, a man of flesh twisted by ambition, had captured a young woman from the village. He dragged her to this forsaken place and bound her to a cracked stone altar, its edges stained with the echoes of forgotten sacrifices. Her life had already slipped away, her frail pulse fading as flickering torchlight illuminated her pale form. The warlock collected her blood in a shallow basin, his voice rising in a chant of forbidden power. He spoke words meant to tear a being from the unseen realms, entities that lingered beyond mortal perception. His goal was clear - to summon a creature of shadow. He intended to bind it to a mortal shell, enslaving it to his will. Driven by a hunger for control, the warlock dreamed of triumph over a force beyond his grasp. He had gathered followers before, but to command a being of pure darkness, forced to obey his every whim, was the ultimate prize he sought. Yet his ambition led him astray, spiraling into realms he could not comprehend. Something went terribly wrong that night amid the ruins. As the last breath escaped the dying girl, the warlock's incantation faltered. The words he spoke did not call forth a creature of flame or abyss. Instead, something else was wrenched from the ether - a presence from a plane closer to the divine than any mortal could fathom. Something unexpected. A seraph. A gentle breeze stirred the air, warm and soothing, brushing against the warlock and his gathered minions. It seemed to come from nowhere, yet it flowed toward the altar where the lifeless girl lay. The agony in her lifeless eyes softened, her features easing as a faint glow touched her face. The light grew, taking shape. In moments, it coalesced into a figure hovering above the altar. Everyone present witnessed its manifestation. A seraph, formed of radiance and warmth. It appeared as a woman, her wings spanning nearly ten feet, though her features were indistinct - mere outlines traced in light. Yet the being radiated kindness, its presence serene. It turned its attention to the lifeless body below, brushing a hand against her forehead as if in quiet approval. Only then did it lift its gaze, sensing the others in the ruin - and the nature of their souls. For it could see into their hearts. The warlock realized his error too late. This was no shadow-bound entity he could dominate. From his warped perspective, a seraph was a far greater threat - a hunter of his kind, an enemy of the darkness he embraced. They could peer into his soul, though his sorcery remained hidden from them. Without hesitation, he began a new incantation. He had to bind the seraph before it turned against him. Cursing under his breath, his graying hair whipped in the wind as his steely eyes locked onto the ethereal figure drawn by the blood sacrifice. He recited an ancient binding spell from the War of Realms, one he had never needed before. A secret etched in blood, legible only to those versed in dark arts. The spell took hold, siphoning the light from the seraph's aura. It severed her connection to her celestial power. The seraph rose as the warlock's words wove their trap. At first, it seemed she might fade back to her realm, but she lingered, hovering before him, her light casting a soft glow on his weathered face. She remained silent, her expression unreadable. For a fleeting moment, those present felt a strange warmth in their chests - a clarity and peace born of absolute truth. Then it vanished, leaving them hollow. The warlock, however, sealed his heart entirely, pressing on with his spell. The seraph's light dimmed, retreating until only her skin seemed to shimmer faintly. Then it extinguished. The transformation was eerily quiet. A sudden flash lit the ruins - brief and blinding, like a star's birth - followed by a sharp hiss. Then silence - and a soft thud as something fell to the stone floor. As their eyes adjusted to the dimness, they saw a naked woman lying there. She was breathtaking, her hair and skin a stark, silvery white, her wings folded beneath her, feathers as pale as snow. She lay still, unconscious. The warlock, too, was shaken. His mind raced, struggling to make sense of his failure. This was no creature of shadow sprawled beside the altar. He approached her slowly, the sacrificial dagger still in hand, its blade wet with the girl's blood. He considered ending her life then and there, but something stayed his hand. Seraphs were beings of another order, wielding powers far beyond his own. Killing her might send her back to her realm, free of his grasp - an outcome he couldn't allow. Kneeling beside her, he brushed his fingers through her silken hair, its silver sheen almost luminous. Then he slid his arms beneath her fragile frame, lifting her effortlessly. Cradling her wings, he carried her to his horse, draped her across its back, and mounted behind her. He barked orders to his followers to erase all traces of the ritual before spurring his steed into the night. The torches were snuffed out, the girl's body and ritual tools spirited away. Only the mute ruins remained, cloaked in darkness. The warlock rode at a steady gallop along a deserted forest trail, the seraph's limp form held before him. He needed time to think, a place to regroup. He recalled a ramshackle cabin deep in the woods, stumbled upon months ago during a ride. It was crude, unworthy of his stature, but sturdy and hidden from prying eyes. Carefully, he laid the woman on a sagging bedframe stuffed with straw, its edges nibbled by mice. With a thick leather strap, he bound her wrists, a precaution that eased some unnamed fear within him. As he secured her, he studied her flawless form. Her skin was soft and youthful, her frame slender yet shapely, barely over five feet tall. Her white hair and pale complexion gave her an otherworldly air, like an alabaster statue brought to life. He left her there, alone, waiting for her to stir. For a time, she remained motionless. Then her eyelids fluttered. Life returned to her. She shifted, her head and legs twitching as if caught in a dream. After a few minutes, her eyes opened - a piercing, icy blue. Slowly, she rolled onto her side, taking in her surroundings, still dazed. "Awake? " the warlock asked, seated at a rough-hewn table nearby, sipping from a tin mug. He stood, clad in dark trousers and a faded shirt, and approached her. His gaze was cold, his voice sharp. "Do you have a name? " She didn't lift her head or attempt to rise. She lay there, watching him, her face blank yet devoid of hostility. Tears welled silently in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks to dampen the straw. Otherwise, she was still, saying nothing. "Can you understand me? " he pressed. She gave no sign of comprehension, her eyes fixed on him, unblinking yet serene. Her wings shifted slightly, their soft feathers cushioning her body. He picked up a riding crop from the table and trailed it lightly over her skin - not with affection, but with calculated indifference. Love was foreign to him; his heart was a pit of malice. He smirked, a cruel edge to it, as the leather grazed her chest and lifted her chin. "Or are you mute? " He flicked the crop against her cheek, a sharp kiss of pain. Her reaction was immediate. She flinched, scrambling to sit up, pressing herself against the wall behind the bed. Her knees drew in, her bound hands fumbling as panic flickered across her face. Within seconds, fear and confusion clouded her once-calm features. The warlock, startled by her sudden movement, lashed out. The crop cracked against her cheek, leaving a red welt. She recoiled further, her wings wrapping around her like a shield, though she still peered at him through a narrow gap. "Speak! " he snarled, his anger flaring at her resistance, hoping to break her with force. He stepped closer, studying her trembling form. Her fear was palpable. Leaning in, he brushed a hand over her wings, their softness stirring a faint awareness of her divine nature. "Why are you here? " he whispered, his tone softening. "What do you want from me? Why did you come? " Paranoia gnawed at him. He saw conspiracy, not his own mistake, refusing to admit his ritual had failed. As his fingers grazed her feathers, her lips parted. A faint, halting sound escaped - "I... d-didn't..." - until, with effort, words formed. "You... I didn't want... why? " Her gaze, raw and pleading, might have moved a kinder soul. But the warlock's mind was a mire of dark desire. Disobedience fueled his cruelty. His fingers tightened on her wings, prying them apart to meet her eyes. "You didn't want to challenge me? " he sneered. "You made a mistake coming here. Why? What are you plotting? Speak, or I'll tear your feathers out one by one! " He gripped a feather, his threat clear, his eyes devouring her fragile form. Her breath quickened, a tremor seizing her as she struggled to respond. "I came... for the soul. Love, comfort... then darkness. I'm... alone now." The word "alone" seemed to terrify her. Her voice steadied, pleading. "I want to go back... this is wrong. I mean you no harm." The warlock listened, his gaze lingering on her curves. A twisted hunger rose within him - a predator's lust for something pure. She wanted to leave? His hesitation turned to resolve. With a swift motion, he seized her bound wrists and yanked her to her feet, her wings flaring open. He wouldn't let her go. Her words sparked a fear of loss he hadn't considered. In his arrogance, he'd assumed she'd come to fight him, only thwarted by his cunning. Love and comfort were alien to him, meaningless in his world. Stepping back, he drank in her naked form. The cabin's low ceiling forced her wings tight against her back. "You've seen too much, " he declared, his hand cupping her cheek. "You're mine now - my prize, my possession." The words surprised even him, echoing a buried longing her light had briefly touched. She stood silent, unshamed by her nudity, her innocence unshaken despite her fear. Her wings twitched restlessly, revealing her flawless body in the dim light. "What do you want from me? " she asked, her voice clear and steady. "You gave me this body, bound me, hurt me. Why? " The warlock paused. What did he want? Power had driven him to summon a shadow servant, to spill innocent blood. Now, faced with her, he grappled with an answer. Stepping behind her, he ran a hand over her skin, testing her reality. "Do you have a name? " he murmured. She hesitated, then replied, "In your tongue... it's hard to say. You might call it... Lirien." "Lirien, " he breathed, his touch lingering as he circled her, consumed by her ethereal beauty and the dark possibilities she represented. The warlock's fingers traced the contours of her wings, their softness a stark contrast to the roughness of his calloused hands. He stepped back, his mind churning with plans. This seraph, fallen into his grasp, was no mere accident - she was a trophy, a tool to wield against the world. He would break her, mold her into something he could command. "Stay here, " he muttered, turning to rummage through a battered chest in the corner. He returned with a length of coarse rope, tying it around her bound wrists with a practiced knot. "You're not going anywhere." Her blue eyes followed him, wide and uncomprehending, as he secured the other end to a rusted iron ring bolted to the wall. She didn't resist, her body still adjusting to its newfound weight and frailty. He left her there, stepping outside to breathe the crisp night air and gather his thoughts. The forest was silent, save for the rustle of leaves in the wind. His horse snorted nearby, tethered to a gnarled tree. The warlock's mind raced - he needed to understand what he'd summoned, to test the limits of her power and his control. Hours passed before he returned. Lirien lay where he'd left her, her wings folded awkwardly beneath her, her breathing shallow. The straw beneath her was damp with silent tears. She stirred as he approached, her gaze lifting to meet his. "You're still here, " he said, his tone mocking. "Good." She blinked, her voice a faint whisper. "Where... would I go? " The warlock smirked, crouching beside her. "Nowhere, unless I say so. You're mine now, Lirien. My servant. My... prize." He reached out, tilting her chin with the tip of his riding crop. "Do you understand what that means? " Her lips parted, but no sound came at first. Then, haltingly, "I... don't know. Why am I here? " "Because I called you, " he snapped, standing abruptly. "And you'll learn your place." He struck the crop against the floor, the sharp crack making her flinch. "Get up." She struggled to obey, her legs trembling as she rose. The rope tugged at her wrists, keeping her tethered to the wall. Her wings shifted, knocking a cracked mug from the table, and it shattered on the floor. The warlock's eyes darkened. "Clumsy wretch! " he roared, seizing her arm and forcing her toward the table. "You'll learn obedience, even if I have to beat it into you." He shoved her forward, bending her over the table's edge. Her wings flared instinctively, sweeping a rusty lantern to the ground. The warlock ducked, his fury boiling over. He grabbed the crop and lashed it across her back, leaving a red stripe against her pale skin. Lirien gasped, her body jerking under the blow. "Please... no..." she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Quiet! " he barked, striking again. He bound her wrists to the table legs with the rope, securing her in place. Her wings sagged, their tips brushing the dirt floor. "You'll speak when I tell you to." He stepped back, retrieving two candles from the chest. Lighting them, he held one near her face, the flame dancing in her terrified eyes. "Move those wings again, and these go on them. You'll burn if you disobey. Understand? " She nodded faintly, her breath hitching. "Yes... please, no fire..." Satisfied, he placed the candles on the table, just out of her reach, their flickering light casting shadows across her trembling form. He circled behind her, his hands roaming over her exposed skin, tracing the welts he'd left. "You're mine to shape, " he murmured, his fingers dipping lower, teasing her with a gentleness that belied his cruelty. "Relax, and you might find this... pleasant." Lirien's eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping free as his touch stirred unfamiliar sensations. She didn't understand - the pain, the warmth, the confusion swirling within her. Her body tensed, every muscle taut, as he explored her further, his breath hot against her neck. "See? " he whispered, his voice a twisted mockery of kindness. "Obey, and I'll give you something more than pain." Her wings remained still, the threat of the candles rooting her in place. She felt his fingers again, igniting a strange heat she couldn't name. A soft moan escaped her lips, unbidden, and the warlock's grin widened. "There it is, " he said, his tone triumphant. He intensified his touch, drawing her into a haze of sensation she couldn't escape. Her body betrayed her, responding despite her fear, until a shuddering wave crashed through her - her first taste of mortal ecstasy. She slumped against the table, exhausted, her breath ragged. The warlock stepped back, watching her collapse into herself, a cruel satisfaction settling over him. He unbound her wrists, letting her sink to the floor. "Good, " he said coldly. "You're learning." Lirien curled into herself, her wings wrapping around her like a cocoon. She didn't speak, her mind reeling from the onslaught of pain and pleasure. The warlock retrieved a sack from the corner, pulling it over her head and tying it loosely at her neck. "Rest now, " he said, his voice distant. "You'll need your strength." He left her there, the sack muffling her senses, trapping her in darkness. Days blurred together - she couldn't tell how long he was gone. The cold seeped into her bones, hunger gnawed at her, and the isolation pressed against her spirit. As a seraph, she'd never been alone; now, the solitude was a torment she couldn't name. When he returned, he yanked the sack away, the sudden light blinding her. She gasped, gulping air as he loomed over her. "Miss me? " he asked, a mocking lilt in his voice. He offered her a scrap of bread soaked in water, pressing it to her lips. She took it weakly, her voice a rasp. "Don't... leave me again... please..." He chuckled, feeding her another bite. "Then you'll serve me. Be mine completely - my slave, my shadow. Agree, and you'll never be alone." Her eyes fluttered, exhaustion pulling at her. "I'll... stay with you... no pain... please..." The warlock smiled, a predator's gleam in his eyes. From his belt, he produced five metal bands - four for her wrists and ankles, one for her throat. Forged in dark rites, they shimmered with a faint, sickly hue. He fastened them onto her, their weight a permanent claim. "You're mine forever, " he said, lifting her chin. "No escape, no return. Just me." She nodded faintly, too weak to resist, as he poured a trickle of water into her mouth. Her consciousness wavered, but the bands held her fast - a prisoner in a body she didn't choose. He hoisted her to her feet, steadying her as she swayed. "Time to move, " he said, attaching a rope to the collar and leading her outside. The night air bit at her skin, her wings shivering against her back. His black horse waited, and he tied the rope to the saddle, mounting with a practiced ease. They rode into the darkness, her stumbling behind, the rope a lifeline and a chain. At a shallow stream, he paused, loosening the tether. "Clean yourself, " he ordered, gesturing to the water. Lirien knelt by the stream, the cold soothing her battered body. She washed the grime and pain away, her movements slow and deliberate, unashamed under his gaze. She drank deeply, a faint smile breaking through her weariness. The warlock watched, his expression unreadable. This was no act of mercy - she was his possession, polished for his pride. He tugged the rope. "Enough, " he said. "We ride on." She rose, water dripping from her wings, and followed him into the night - a seraph bound to a mortal's will, her future a shadowed path at his side.

Friday afternoon finally rolls around, and I'm out of the office as fast as I can manage, tossing my stuff into my bag and practically sprinting to freedom. As I head to my car, I catch a few lingering stares sliding over me, sizing me up. A little shiver runs through me - I love dressing to turn heads, though I keep it tame for work. Nothing too wild, just sharp and fitted. Today, I went with a knee-length pencil skirt, ankle boots, and a tucked-in blouse, all topped off with a cropped denim jacket. Everything's in deep navy, my go-to color. In my rush this morning, though, I forgot to put on any underwear - oops. Driving home, my mind bounces between random nonsense and those stares from earlier. The thought of them sends a slow heat pooling between my legs, and I can feel myself getting wet. God, I love how turned on I get. Once I'm home, I head straight for the shower. I strip down, step under the hot water, and let it soak into me. The steam amps up my arousal, and I can't resist - my hands slide up to my chest, squeezing hard, tugging at my nipples. The sharp sting feels so good. My fingers drift lower, finding myself already dripping. I give myself a few firm slaps down there, then slip two fingers inside, pumping fast. My other hand explores further back, and soon I've got two fingers there too. I'm so close, teetering on the edge, but I stop myself. "Not yet, you greedy little slut, " I mutter, stepping out to dry off. Still buzzing with need, I head to my computer, naked, and fire it up. I'm itching to watch something filthy to push me further. I settle into my chair, legs parted, teasing myself lightly as the screen glows to life. Then a message pings in. Stranger: Hey, slut, you horny too? It's a cheesy line, but the way he names me hits just right. Me: Yeah, as usual. You? Stranger: A little. You submissive? Me: Oh, very. Stranger: You follow orders? Me: Yes, I do. Stranger: Even at your computer? Me: Yep, right here. Stranger: Good, you filthy little thing. Go grab some stuff - rope, handcuffs, a dildo or vibe, an anal plug if you've got one, clothespins, a collar, a pair of your worn panties. Then put on some heels, slut, and hurry up. I'm already a mess of want, and tearing myself away from the screen feels like torture, but I'm a good girl - eager and obedient - so I scramble to gather everything. On the way back, I slip into my favorite red stilettos, 4-inch heels with a slight platform. They make me feel powerful and dirty all at once. I plop back down at the computer. Me: Your dirty girl's got everything. Stranger: Nice. Shove that plug up your ass and tie your tits tight. I lick the plug quick and ease it in - my breath hitches as it settles, and I'm leaking now, crazy for anything anal. Then I wrap the rope around my chest, cinching it hard. The ache is delicious, and it's all I can do not to touch myself. Me: Done, just like you wanted, Sir. Stranger: Tell me where you're sitting, you nasty pig, and clip four clothespins around each nipple, one right on each tip. I attach the pins as ordered - the pain's sharp and perfect, and I'm losing myself to the haze of it. Me: Sir, the pins are on. I'm in a cushy office chair at my desk. Stranger: Describe the chair, every detail, you brainless trash. Me: Sorry for being so dumb, Sir. It's a black cushioned chair on wheels, with armrests on both sides. Stranger: Perfect, slut. Hook your legs through the armrests so you're spread wide, showing off that wet mess. Stuff those filthy panties in your mouth and gag yourself with them. This guy's driving me wild - his tone, his demands. I shove the panties in, tying a rope around my head to keep them there. The humiliation's intoxicating. I position myself as he wants, legs splayed, the plug sinking deeper as I shift. A muffled moan escapes me. Me: I'm ready, Sir. Stranger: Good, you worthless toy. Now take a rope and bind your legs together. I grab the rope, loop it around my left ankle, and pull tight. It's tricky with my legs spread like this, but I manage after a minute. The helplessness feels incredible. My chair's already slick beneath me - I'm a dripping mess, a blessing and a curse. Guys love it, but it's a liability in the wrong outfit. Me: Sir, my legs are tied. Please, can I touch myself? I'm so wet, I'm begging. Stranger: No, you disgusting piece of trash, not yet. Put on your collar and tighten it till you can barely breathe. I slip the collar on, yanking it snug like he says. How does he know I get off on this? The choke of it, the way it mimics a hand on my throat during sex - it's a rush, a reminder of how little I matter. I love it. Me: Collar's on, Sir. Stranger: Such an obedient bitch. Does it have rings, slut? Me: Yes, Sir, three - two on the sides, one in front. Stranger: Excellent, you pathetic thing. You've earned this. Time for the big finish. Me: Thank you, Sir! I'm a desperate slut and so grateful for what's coming. Stranger: Turn on your vibe and wedge it against your clit, let it drive you wild. But pull it away right before you come, you filthy pig, and report back. Me: Yes, Sir. I flick the vibe on and press it where he wants it. Holy hell, it's intense - my whole world narrows to that buzzing spot. I'm panting, barely breathing through the collar, the pain in my chest stoking the fire. I'm seconds from exploding when I rip it away, groaning in frustration. Me: Sir, I obeyed. Please, I need to come - I'm nothing but need. Please, I'm begging. Stranger: Alright, slut. Do this - vibe back on your clit, drape the keyboard over your lap, thread your arms through the armrests from outside in, and cuff yourself. Me: Thank you, Sir! I slide the vibe back, position the keyboard, and snap the cuffs on. I'm trapped now, and it's pure bliss. The vibe does its work fast - I scream as much as the gag allows, shattering into release. Slowly, I come back to earth. Me: Thank you for my orgasm, Sir. Stranger: You're welcome, you good little slut. Quick question - where's the key to those cuffs? lol I blink, confused. It's right there on the desk - wait, no, it's just out of reach. I lunge forward, but I'm stuck. Panic creeps in as I squirm uselessly. Stranger: Trouble, slut? lol Me: Yeah, looks like I'm trapped. Stranger: Oh, really? lol Guess you're a proper dumbass, huh? Me: Seems that way. Stranger: Where you at, slut? Me: I'm in Portland. My head's spinning. I can't call for help, can't reach my phone or the damn key. I'm at my own mercy, screwed by my own horniness. The vibe's still going, pushing me toward another edge. Stranger: Here's your options, slut. Give me the number of whoever's got your spare key, or I'll call a locksmith for you, or you hand over your address and I'll grab the key myself and swing by. Don't dawdle, or I'm gone. lol My mind races. A locksmith finding me like this? No way. My sister with the spare key? Even worse. I've got no choice but to give him what he wants - and I know he's after more than just playing hero. My arousal surges back, deciding for me. I type out my full name, address, my sister's address, and the details he'd need to convince her. I'm all in now. His last message pops up. Stranger: Nice, you stupid slut. Gonna be a fun weekend. lol See you in about 3 hours. I'm stunned - three hours? As I sit there, reeling at my own recklessness, wondering what I've unleashed, the vibe drags me into another orgasm...

I was still on the lookout for a Mistress, a lady who would take charge of my training again. But it was proving difficult, the law of supply and demand was working against my desires and needs. I chatted with many people, submissives, dominants, and some ladies, and even obeyed some gentlemen, but I wasn't ready to take the plunge yet. I'm straight, men have never turned me on, but it always seemed kinda hot to have to give in to one, knowing there were things that just wouldn't happen. I had a forced gay experience with a Mistress, where I was taken by a gentleman while tied up on a bed. But giving in is a whole different ball game, and my head and taste are still fighting against desire. After that experience, I thought I wouldn't be traumatized by doing it again, but it's not that simple. Prejudices I didn't know I had started popping up, and things I needed to accept kept swirling around in my head, slowing me down more than I thought. A gentleman with good manners came along, we talked, and he had his stuff together way more than I did. He was patient and knew how to guide me, with games, orders, and tasks. Little by little, my head started to give in, and his first serious request came: something that would make me feel submissive and remind me that I belonged to someone. He ordered me to buy a metal cage for my dick and a large anal plug. Without hesitation, I was browsing the web, looking for models that he might like. He chose a pretty small cage, knowing full well that I would feel it and have to forget about my manhood. The plug had to be an anal jewel, but with three balls, it was big and long. There was no doubt it would feel deep. I did my shopping with haste, feeling the shame of buying those things was part of feeling submissive, carrying the bag and feeling like I'd done my duty was incredible. The next morning, I showed my Master the pictures of what I'd bought, feeling happy that he'd like that I'd followed his orders. He praised my speed and ordered me to put them on right away. I went to the bathroom, holding the cage in my hand, thinking that once it was on, I would have given in, handed over my head and my masculinity. I didn't think too much about it, it wasn't the time to think, if I did, it would only make things harder, and I had to obey, simply obey. I put some lube on my dick just like I was told, and with no small amount of trouble, I put my dick in the cage, cold, hard, heavy. It felt weird, but most of all, my head felt weird. I took out my phone, put on some lube, and recorded the first time I put the plug in. It was hard, cold, intense, and deep, it went in without any problems, making me let out a small moan. I got dressed and went back to work. The cage felt uncomfortable, I couldn't adjust it, touch myself, my dick wasn't mine anymore. And when I sat down, please, that metal plug inside me. Everything reminded me that I had a Master. I sent him the proof of my tasks and kept working. I was uncomfortable, knowing that this was going to be my new life. He wrote to me and praised my proactivity in the video. I like obeying, I hate punishments, but I know they're his right. The orders kept coming, and after a week, I was using the plug, the cage, and nipple clamps during my entire workday. I could have sex, but I wasn't allowed to come. Damn cage, I hated it, I didn't have any manhood left, to pee, I had to sit down, I hated that more than anything. It took me a while to accept it, at first, I tried to hold it in so I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom, but of course, in the end, I had to. It was the fight between my head and my desire, nothing more. My head started to give in, he noticed. He'd told me from the start, "You're gonna beg to see me, you're gonna ask me to session you." And what I once thought was impossible, was now a reality. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed this game to come to a session. I had to give meaning to this torture, my desire and horniness were at their peak. But asking him to session me meant that he would take what was his, what belonged to him. I knew it wouldn't happen any other way, and that turned him on even more. For me, it was terrible to have to ask, but that's what I did, I asked to see him and session me. "Are you sure? " he asked, while he started sending me GIFs of men being sodomized by force, tied up, and taken. My throat felt tight as I saw them, but using me was his right. And the GIFs kept coming, a man tied up with his hands behind his back, a ring gag in his mouth, and being forced to satisfy his Master with his mouth. I couldn't write, I couldn't say anything, I was petrified, I knew it was going to happen that way, I knew that one way or another, he was going to get what he wanted. Everything was new, everything was different, I decided to shut my head up and listen to my horniness. I wanted to give in, and I would, yes Sir, I answered, I'm sure. He set the date and the place, there was no going back now, all that was left was to give myself to my Master. The games continued, along with my daily routine. My dick was already used to the cage, my nipples were always swollen from the clamps I used every day, and he only let me take them off every now and then. I knew that those little devices made me more receptive, or more slutty, as he liked to call me. The intense plug in my ass reminded me that I had a Master. Today was the day, I was as terrified as I was eager, today I had to give in, or rather, I would be taken. It started like every other day, shower, cage in place, clamps, plug, and a picture to show I'd done my task. At 11, he ordered me to take out the plug, without saying more. My head was exploding, I realized that today I would feel something else, and that his order was to feel it intensely. I went to the place he'd told me to, and we met up. I couldn't talk, I was simply mute, terrified. He laughed, trying to calm me down without much success, before we went into the hotel, he gave me one last chance. I was about to take it and run away, but I said no, that everything was fine. We went in, had a drink, went over safe words, he gave some details, and ordered me to take off my clothes. I was left in my underwear, he walked around me, observed me, put my hands against the wall, opened my legs, pulled down my underwear, and left his hands marked on my ass. He whispered in my ear, "Naked is naked, I wouldn't have said underwear." I stood up, took off my underwear, and got back into position. Two more hands reinforced the idea that I had to obey whatever he said. He touched the cage, "It looks great on you, " he said, and pulled on my clamps, making me beg him to stop. He ordered me to put my hands on a table, and that's what I did. He put his hand on my chin, and with a little tap on my ankles, he opened my legs. "Always remember, when you're in front of your Master, keep your legs open. If I say wall, you know how to stand, if I say table, you know how, and if I say bed, the position of a slut is with your legs open, your ass out, and your chest supported. That's how you're available to be used." My heart was beating a mile a minute, I could feel it even in the cage. He tied my hands and feet, took a flogger, a paddle, a ring gag, and some other things out of a bag that I couldn't see. He reminded me of some mistakes that he was going to correct right then, took the flogger, started soft on my back, and ended hard on my ass, making me let out some yells. He gave me a few seconds, took my ass with his hands, strong, it hurt, I begged him to let go, and he did. Everything was sensitive, that's how he wanted me, that's how he had me. He took the paddle, and before I could say anything, he colored my left side, I yelped, begged, my knees gave out, and I was left hanging. With patience, he waited for me to get back into position. And evened out the color. It was intense, it made me feel like this was serious business, and if I didn't obey, I'd get more of this. He stepped back, opened my ass cheeks, and said, "You have a tight ass, today you're gonna feel good, but you're gonna work on opening it up more, I'll let you know how, yes Sir, " I answered, while he lubed up my ass. My heart was racing, I couldn't believe what was happening, he was going to take what was his. I was tied up, exposed, with no chance of defense, and no strength to do anything. The punishment had left me simply surrendered. He put on a condom, took me by the hair, and whispered in my ear, "Now it's time, slut, you're gonna feel a man inside you." He put his dick on my crack, got comfortable, and penetrated me all the way in one go. I yelled, I yelled loud, my hands were gripping the table. He stayed still, my ass was throbbing, and I could feel his hard, hot dick inside me. It was done, I was his, I knew this was just the beginning...

Last Friday, on my 22nd birthday, something more remarkable happened than the event itself. I woke up early in the morning, and my brother Alex came into my room, sat on my stomach, held my hands, and forced them above my head. For a moment, I thought he was horny and wanted to fuck me, but I was wrong. "Do you remember what you asked me the other day when that thing happened with Sonia? " he asked, adding a hint of intrigue. I remembered that I had egged him on to fuck my friend, excited to watch them from a hidden spot. At one point, Sonia suggested they do it again, but this time with a threesome, including another guy. Somehow, my brain must have short-circuited, because I insisted that he find a guy of my liking, who didn't know we were siblings, and that the threesome would be with me, not her. "Don't tell me you've already found someone, " I said, a bit nervous. Alex nodded. "I asked a university buddy who doesn't know you, and he said he's down for it. He's 29, and I think you'll like him. His name is Sergio." I was thoughtful. The proposal excited me, but it also raised some doubts, especially one. "Do you think we can and should trust him? " At first, Alex wasn't sure, but something convinced him. Sergio told him that he's familiar with these kinds of situations, but he believes that a threesome can be disastrous, especially if we don't have a certain trust between us. According to his words, men are more embarrassed about themselves than about us. He suggested trying it out with a friend of his as an experiment, and it went well. I accepted, waiting for more instructions. I got them when I woke up from my nap. At the foot of the bed, I found several black garments: a leather top and miniskirt set, a lace bra and thong, stockings, and sandals. There was also a note that said: "The outfit is a gift. Wear it and be at the address below at 9: 00 PM." Again, doubts assailed me, including how he knew my measurements since it fit me perfectly. Anyway, I liked it, but I worried that people would take me for a slut if they saw me like this on the street. I noticed the first stares on the bus and from the bus stop to the meeting place, a bustling café in the center of the city. My brother and the other guy were waiting for me on the terrace. The first impression was fantastic. Sergio is tall, athletic, and his handsome face is a scandal. My knees trembled when he stood up. I still couldn't believe that such a stud would fuck me with my brother. He was also very confident and assertive. During the introductions, instead of the usual two kisses, he kissed me on the lips, took my hand, raised it in the air, and made me spin like a ballet dancer. "You look stunning like that. Just as I imagined you, " he said in my ear, hugging me from behind. "I want you to tell me how you felt coming here." "First, I want to thank you for the outfit. I love it, but I confess that I felt ridiculous, convinced that everyone thought I was a whore, " I murmured shyly. "Then, I didn't care, and the ridiculousness turned into excitement. Now, seeing how everyone looks at me, I'm so horny that I think I've soaked my panties." Sergio took my hand and asked me to follow him. We entered the café and he took me to what seemed like a storage room. I suspected he had an arrangement with the employees, as no one stopped us. "Indeed, they're wet, " he said, kissing my neck and touching me with his right hand. He pulled my panties down, and I lifted my feet to let them go when they reached my ankles. Sergio was moving too fast, but I couldn't refuse by much. "Someone might catch us and kick us out of here, " I said, trying to discourage him. "Don't worry, " he replied, fingering my pussy with his fingers. "The business is mine, co-owned with a partner." Instinctively, I bent my knees and opened my legs to let him finger-fuck me. The pleasure was indescribable, but I wanted more. I unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It wasn't enormous, but it seemed huge to me. I begged him to fuck me, but his plans were different. "You're an impulsive girl, " he said, sounding fatherly. "But you must be patient. First, I want to know if you're into intense experiences and if you're willing to let us guide you. Decides what you decide, nothing will happen that you don't want." I didn't know if it was his words, the way he said them, or the sudden orgasm that took over me, but I accepted both propositions. I still wonder if he planned it or if it was a spontaneous decision. At that moment, I didn't care, and I watched as he picked up my panties, sniffed them like a pervert, and put them in his pocket. We went back to join my brother, and I waited with him on the terrace while Sergio went to get his car. I told my brother what had happened, and I added that Sergio seemed a bit weird. My brother laughed, confirming that he was a bit peculiar, but he knew what he was doing. Just then, a convertible stopped in front of us. Sergio was driving, looked at me, and gestured for me to open my legs. I was without panties, and until then, I had tried to hide my privates from the rest of the people. I gave in to his whim and opened my legs slightly. It seemed enough for Sergio, who laughed and clapped. We drove to a beautiful house in an exclusive gated community outside the city. As soon as we entered the garage, we got out of the car, and Sergio opened a door and turned on the lights. "This can't be real, " I exclaimed, looking at the dungeon-like room filled with various structures and devices, including a Saint Andrew's cross, a double bench, a wooden structure with several holes that Alex called a stocks, an unusual wooden table, a horse-shaped rack, a large bed, and a shower and bathroom area. The most unsettling part was that all these structures had several rings attached to them. I asked my brother again if Sergio was trustworthy. That display of means seemed excessive for having sex with them. My brother took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and assured me that he would take care of me, repeating what Sergio had said in the storage room: that we wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do. He also pointed out that there were no whips, flogs, or any device meant to cause pain or damage. My knees wobbled again, this time due to the desire to surrender to them, hoping that my wish to participate in a threesome would come true. Slowly, I undressed until only the garter belt and stockings were left. "I guess they wanted me to wear this and not take it off, like it's part of the atmosphere, " I said, collecting my hair into a ponytail. Both of them nodded, smiling like mischievous kids. Then I thought that I should behave like a slut, since they had dressed me like one. With this idea, I looked around, observing those structures carefully, trying to decide which one to use. Finally, I chose the double bench, approached it, knelt on the lower one, and rested my arms on the wider upper one. In this position, I called my brother with a gesture of my finger. "Fuck me for now only in the pussy, " I said when he started undressing behind me. "I need to see if I can handle Sergio's cock in my ass." My brother began to fuck me slowly, pulling his cock out almost completely every two or three penetrations. He knows how much I love feeling the head push through my tightness. Moaning in pleasure and with my eyes half-closed, I looked to my left and saw Sergio touching his crotch through his pants. I had avoided sucking their cocks before, which is expected in these situations, intending to do it while one of them was fucking me. I called him with my finger, and he approached slowly, as if he were a king and I his concubine. I gave him the satisfaction of sucking his cock, but I could only take about half of it. Finally, I limited myself to sucking it, taking advantage of the thrusts my brother was giving me. "Take off your clothes and fuck me in the pussy, " I begged between moans. "I can't get the idea of fucking you out of my head since we were in the storage room." Sergio smiled, but unexpectedly, he walked away, opened the drawer of a cabinet, and returned with several condoms in his hand. "I think we can trust each other, " I said, frowning, looking for an explanation in his eyes. He smiled again, leaned down, and whispered something in my ear that left me speechless: "One day, I'll fuck you bare, whenever you want and however you want, but only if you accept to be my girlfriend." What a fucking asshole he turned out to be. It was inconceivable that such an ego could fit in one person. I didn't respond, and I watched as he put on a condom. Then he pushed my brother aside, placed the head of his cock between my pussy lips, and remained motionless. I took matters into my own hands and pushed myself back onto his cock. If I already loved it when Alex opened my pussy several times, doing it myself with Sergio's cock was heaven. The interesting thing is that Sergio didn't show any caprices again, he only wanted to find out how deep I could take him. It was logical considering the length of his weapon. With this information in mind, he grabbed my ass with both hands and started fucking me like a possessed man. "I don't understand why you're so obsessed with me being your girlfriend, " I said, panting like a slut. "I'm much younger than you, and I'm sure many girls would accept without blinking." Sergio laughed and slowed down his thrusts. My brother, silent until then, converted into a mere spectator, put his cock in front of my nose and forced my lips to take it. I only limited myself to letting him fuck my mouth, concentrating solely on Sergio's response. "What are we supposedly looking for? " I asked, licking my brother's cock. Sergio stopped fucking me, leaned against my back, and whispered something in my ear that left me frozen: "It doesn't matter to me. I don't judge it because it's fucking awesome, but you fuck daily with your brother, now with me in front of him, which means you don't want commitment, you just want to have fun, just like me. Being my girlfriend means you can fuck whoever you want, because I'm sure you'd tell me, and that's what matters, the trust." After catching my breath and resting, I had a talk with Sergio about how he knew Alex and I were siblings. He confirmed that he didn't know from Alex and I felt relieved. He simply pointed out our obvious facial similarities, something not many people notice, but mothers tend to pay more attention to details. I cleared this up and brought up Sergio's unexpected proposal again. I approached it rationally, saying that in other circumstances, I would have accepted without hesitation. Only an idiot would reject a guy like Sergio. He's not just attractive, but also seems genuine and confident, which I value above all. His liberal views on relationships also encouraged me to accept his proposal, but I had to do it with some indifference to hide my eagerness. "If I accept, will you fuck me bare right now? " I asked, and Sergio nodded. I took a couple of seconds and asked another question. "And do you swear that there will never be any drama, and I'll be free to do whatever I want and with whoever I want? You know I had a jealous and possessive boyfriend before, and I hate that." Sergio agreed without any objections, offered me his hand to help me up, and suggested we fuck on the horse-shaped rack. That's what caught my attention as soon as I saw it. Despite not needing explanations, since its purpose was obvious, Sergio told me to sit on it with my ass on the edge, legs hanging on the sides, and pushed my back to rest on the crossbar. The position wasn't exactly comfortable, but as soon as he slid into my pussy and started fucking me, everything else faded away. We were like that when Alex returned with the beers, looked surprised, and joked about seeing that Sergio wasn't using a condom. "I see things are moving at a rapid pace. I also see that I'm out of the game now. I don't know if I'd dare to fuck with a friend's girlfriend, " he said, laughing. I wasn't in the mood for jokes, I was just moaning and screaming with each thrust. "This isn't up to me, " Sergio said between pants. "Try to put your cock in her mouth. I don't think the little slut will mind." "I'd love to get up and give you both a piece of my mind for being macho assholes, " I said between moans. "But I won't because this feels too good. Also, because I have a dry mouth from all the moaning." Alex knelt down and tried to give me some beer, but it was difficult with me being tied up like that. The cold beer felt amazing in my throat, and I begged him to put his cock in my mouth. "Do you remember the day you fucked me while I was tied to the bench at home? " Alex asked, surprising everyone. I nodded. "I remember that you liked it, and I wonder if you want to try it now. I think this is the right place and the right time." I had seen this coming from the moment I saw all the rings on the walls. I had thought about it since then. In other circumstances, I would have said no for sure, but with my brother there, I felt safe. Sergio stopped fucking me as soon as I accepted, laughed, and said: "I didn't expect this from you, my dear Laura. You're truly a pleasant surprise. You're the only one who accepted the first time." I didn't know what to say. I felt embarrassed knowing that I was the kinkiest one who had stepped foot in that place. That's the conclusion I drew from his last comment. I didn't pay much attention as I watched Alex meticulously tie my legs and arms. Sergio didn't do anything to help. Motionless, he just kept his cock inside my pussy. "I'd like to know what advantage there is in fucking me while tied up if I can do it freely without needing to, " I asked when I was deprived of movement. "It doesn't matter to me, " Sergio assured me while he kept fucking me. "Almost all the girls who tried it, at first took it as a macho act. Then, most of them said that the instinctive desire to move and not being able to, increases desire and reflects on more pleasure." The explanation was a bit convoluted and artificial for my taste, but I found it made sense when I had my brother's cock in my mouth. Several times, I tried to grab it with my hand, but of course, I couldn't. The same thing happened when Sergio was making me feel great by fucking my pussy, and I tried to move my ass to accompany his movements. They switched places after a while. I was on the verge of another orgasm, and my brother didn't take long to give it to me. I became another statistic of those who prefer this practice. I was completely relaxed, like an inert doll submitted to the sexual depravity of two highly motivated studs. I regained my strength a few minutes later when they proposed another challenge that didn't involve being tied up, but was similar in some ways. They untied me and invited me to follow them. It was the stocks. They moved it away from the wall, Sergio placed a square, padded bench of about a meter on each side next to it. They asked me to kneel, lowered the stocks' height, opened it, and I placed my hands on the sides and my head in the middle, then they closed it, and I was trapped in a posture similar to a dog. I smiled, feeling like a medieval criminal exposed to the public to be pelted with fruits and vegetables. "I want to fuck you in the ass, " Alex said without holding back, not caring if the other guy heard. I shivered at the thought that Sergio might also want to. It was a possibility I had considered since the beginning, but I had postponed the decision, and now I found myself in a difficult predicament of either enduring it or looking bad. The thing is, I wanted it and went for honesty, thinking that sooner or later, I'd have to give Sergio my asshole. "There's no problem with me, Alex, but I need help if Sergio wants it too, " I said, looking at the floor, feeling a bit embarrassed and avoiding eye contact with Sergio. "Also, I prefer if you both put on condoms, as many as you need. I don't want to taste what comes out of the ass." "We can take it slow, " Sergio said in an incredibly sweet tone. "I have several products that work miracles. Don't worry about condoms, I have plenty." I accepted the proposal, Alex put on a condom, and started fucking my ass while the other one looked for the promised stuff. He came with several bottles, put them on a chair, and put his cock in front of my mouth. I opened it, and he started fucking it, but I couldn't do anything to help while tied up like that. I was in the middle of things, enjoying my brother's ass fucking, strangely excited because Sergio seemed eager to sodomize me. And the moment arrived. He took Alex's place, lubed my asshole generously, and got ready to sodomize me. I understood that my brother had dilated me enough, because I barely yelped when Sergio pushed the head in. I encouraged him to go deeper, but not more than half. It's amazing how the human brain works. I had been so afraid of this, but now, moaning in pleasure like a pig, I was begging for a good ass fucking without any reservations. I was on the verge of another orgasm, and I asked my brother to untie my right hand. He did, and I dedicated it to playing with my pussy while being ass fucked. The orgasm was record-breaking in duration and intensity. Now, what stood out about this sexual marathon was that they switched places regularly. This prevented one or both of them from cumming prematurely, and it was decisive because they seemed insatiable. They fucked my ass for no less than half an hour. I never would have imagined that my asshole would hold up so well with proper lubrication. Now, it was time for them to get their turn. Alex chose to cum in my ass, nothing new for me. On the other hand, Sergio preferred to cum in my pussy. I understood that he didn't want to fuck where another guy had already cum. We ended the night at around 2 AM, a bit tipsy from all the toasting for my birthday. Sergio insisted that we stay to sleep. I slept with him right there, and my brother in the guest room. What happened when we woke up is worth telling, but that's a story for another time. The moral of the story is that fate is a bit of a jerk. You never know what's coming your way, and you have to seize the opportunities when they present themselves. I did that by accepting a risky opportunity that many would kill for. I can assure you that it was one of the best decisions I've made so far. Sergio is not just a pretty face and a hot body, he's also sensitive and romantic, in his own way, but his perversions are what really turn me on. I suspect that with him, I'm becoming a sex addict, and that's something that keeps me floating on a cloud.

Just a few weeks ago, this chair was simply a beautiful old Bauhaus designer piece - simple, timeless and definitely not part of my erotic fantasies. Now it stands there and innocently invites me to sit down. But it no longer deceives me, I now know what it really has to offer... And I want you to know too. But allow me to take a brief look back at how it all began and took its course. In the beginning - as so often - there was an end. In this case, the end of a seven-year relationship. A good four years with a marriage certificate and a good two years without sex. The official end and my husband moving out were actually a relief - it gave me another chance to finally realize myself sexually at the age of 42. I had been aware of my submissive streak for many years and had found a partner in my husband who liked it, but unfortunately wasn't dominant enough to demand it. In short, I took a very targeted approach this time and thanks to the internet, you can at least roughly pre-sort the frogs. But since there's no guarantee of a prince here either, it took a few months and a few more or less good dates before the right one showed up on my doorstep. Even his profile on the WWW was, at least for me, very different from the others. Just reading it made my head click and my stomach tingle. Somehow I sensed that this wasn't just about good sex, but really about dominance - and that starts in my head. It's been two months now and since then I've finally been educated to become a "servant of lust". In the following part, I would like to share a little of my pleasure and my suffering with you - and that brings us back to the chair in my bedroom. When my master took the chair from the living room upstairs to the bedroom one evening after dinner, I was surprised but didn't think anything of it. My bedroom is a large room with a dark wooden floor, elegant baroque wallpaper and a collection of beautiful old furniture. The atmosphere is reminiscent of a high-class brothel, just the thing for long, lustful evenings. First, my master made himself comfortable on the chair. I was allowed to undress for him and show him my body. I always like to do that, because I'm a little proud of my slim, well-rounded 167 centimetres. Just undressing made me horny and when he blindfolded me, I was full of anticipation. The blindfold was followed by an elaborate arrangement of ropes around my breasts and neck. The light but constant pressure of the ropes made me even hornier. His invitation to sit on the chair was almost a disappointment. My body wanted sex. But the possibilities of being fucked sitting on a chair are not particularly good. He led me the two steps to the chair, but instead of turning me around so I could sit down, he took my hands and then I felt something wet and cold. Lube. He made me lean forward and brought my palms together until I felt a thick dildo sticking up from the seat of the chair. While I softened the dildo with the lube from my hands, my bottom went cold. My master generously spread another portion of cream on my hot asshole. I started to feel a little queasy and my fears were immediately confirmed. "And now..." he said, "turn around, pull your ass cheeks apart and make yourself comfortable on the artificial cock. " His friendly "You can take your time" didn't make it any easier for me. I love being fucked in the ass. But this XXL dildo wanted to tear me apart. Somehow I managed to take it inside me in its entire length and thickness, although I tried to reduce the pressure inside me a little by resting my arms on the backrests. As you can imagine, this didn't really work with the drilling cock in my ass... Then came more ropes that secured my arms and legs to the backrests and chair legs. Finally, a rope around my stomach and the backrest so that I couldn't escape from my fat tormentor. I was not at all prepared for what came next. My master had pulled a kind of hood over my head. I got enough air through the holes in my nose and mouth, but every time I breathed in, the material stuck more to my face. In addition, my hearing was impaired - and after a few minutes I found it increasingly difficult to tell where my master was. My tension increased... Suddenly there was a light touch on my arm, almost like a caress. The stroking switched from one arm to the other, moving down to my open thighs. I was just starting to relax and enjoy the touch when I was hit on the upper arm. That hurt! My body tensed up and I tried to control the pain by breathing. But then the next blow came and more followed down my arms and along my legs. My body twitched with every stroke - and with every twitch it drove the dildo a little deeper into my backside. As I tried to breathe the pain in and out of me, I quickly developed another problem: I was getting short of air! The accelerated breathing made the mask stick more and more to my face. When I no longer knew whether I should concentrate on the pain or the breathing, it was suddenly over. Relief spread and the tension in my body gradually eased... But suddenly an insane pain shot through my pierced nipples. My head flew back, my back arched and the dildo was so deep inside me that I thought I was going to burst. But the pain in my nipples overrode even this feeling. Then suddenly my master's hand was on my clit, rubbing and massaging it, sliding down into my wet crack... Pleasure spread through me so that I hardly noticed the pain in my nipples because I was so horny. On the contrary, they became part of my pleasure. Until the moment the clamps were released again - the pain was excruciating! But then it was over. My pride wouldn't have been able to withstand the pain much longer. After all the restraints were released, my master took me in his arms. I felt his warmth and the support he gave me. I hope that I was able to give him some pleasure and that he is a little proud of his property.

I walk you by the hand through the open door, admiring your elegance and grace. A short black Japanese-style silk robe with golden sakura. I know you're not wearing anything under the kimono. I ordered you to dress like that. The silk ends above your knees, whispering to your thighs of a hot encounter to come. The room I've prepared greets you with a nice warm light, and patterns of fire on the walls, punctuated by candles placed in different corners. The beautiful snow-white glow of your skin in the candlelight already mesmerizes me. And this is just foreplay. We reach the center of the room, and I turn you to face me. Your eyes question my desires, but are full of trust. I let my hands linger on your waist. You try to speak, and I lift my hand, gently pressing my finger against your lips to silence you. My finger slides down your cheek, outlining the soft line of your neck. My lips follow in the same direction. Slow, gentle kisses adorn your neck with the warmth of my lips. As I continue to explore your body with my lips, my hands release the waistband of your silk outfit and I gently push it off your shoulders so it falls to the floor. Naked and beautiful. Sizing you up. Only now I notice you're standing on tiptoe. You do that every time I touch you. Stretching upward as if trying to get closer to me, into my arms. Your body in front of me is perfect. Snow-white skin that begs to be kissed and caressed. I walk around you. My light touches touch your shoulders as I stand behind you. Gently bestowing a wet kiss on your left shoulder. Reaching up to the ceiling and pulling down the first rope. It's soft, but extremely strong. I carefully tie it around your shoulder, looping it twice, tying a secure knot. Then, as I kiss your neck once more, you tilt your head forward and down in an act of submissive submission to the work of my hands. I move back and forth, left and right, from one hand to the other, moving down to your wrists, and listen as your breathing quickens slightly with anticipation. Then, with a quick tug on the rope, your hands come together tightly behind your back, your shoulder blades touching, your wrists and forearms coming together in beautiful symmetry. I take the rope and stand in front of you, wrapping it around your waist and stomach, reaching behind you to intertwine with the binding of your arms. Each time I do this, our bodies touch. My naked breasts press against the warmth of your chest, and it sends an electric pulse. Waves of desire travel down my rib cage, to my abs, and into my groin, awakening my primal passion. I pay close attention to every inch of your body until your waist, torso, and breasts are shrouded in bindings and knots. Your upper body is fully bound, your eyes shining with happiness at the feeling of submission. The way the rope gently digs into your skin and proudly juts out your womanly breasts makes my arousal grow. I lean in and our lips meet. A wandering kiss, frank and deep. My hand finds your breast and gently teases the nipple, which tenses enthusiastically and I quickly squeeze it. You bite my lip with a low moan, and I squeeze my nipple again, a little longer and harder. Your body swayed slightly within your restraints, as if you'd had too much to drink and had time to get tipsy. I smile, pleased with such emotion at your actions, pulling away from our kiss. I feel you reach for me to continue the kiss, and I respond with a sharp slap to your chest. My fingerprints are instantly visible, marking my displeasure. I am the Master here. And I do as I please! You gasp at the momentary pain, followed by the heat spreading across your soft skin, and I clench your jaw tightly, meeting your gaze with mine. Don't allow yourself any liberties. You are a doll in my hands, and I play with you. Forget your desires. There is only my control over you, " my words are spoken in a harsh but even tone, and as I watch you submit to my punishment with my eyes, I grab your shoulders and gently lower you to my lap. Our gazes are still together. Watching you savor my control, yielding to me. Your eyes silently ask me to completely dominate you. You are ready and eager for submission. My complete power. Stepping back from you, I stare at your body, savoring the lovely curves intertwined with the velvet lines of the rope binding you. My hands reach for your pants, the sound of the zipper unzipping, the button, the belt and they fall down. Standing right in front of you. Not hiding my rising desire. I read the look of need on your face as you stare at my hardness and your lips open, your voice quiet and pleading. Please give it to me, I want it, " you ask. Your eyes express conflicting emotions, fear of further punishment, in conflict with your desperation to ask for your desire to nestle into my hardness. I move closer, bringing my hot, hard cock closer to your face. My fingers gently touch your cheek before I pull away and slap your chest sharply. - Shh! My one word stops you halfway to your goal. With those words, I clutch your hair tightly. My fingers run down their length and hold you tightly as my other hand touches your chin and I open your jaw. Your lips open and the blush on your cheeks catches my attention for a moment. I open your mouth and hold you perfectly still, bringing the head of my cock close to your tongue but not touching. Playing with you. Igniting the fires of desire. Controlling everything, even your thoughts. Your eyes beg me, beg me to give you more. To bring you closer, even closer. The moment that seemed an eternity to you was replaced by my pliability. I gave in and my hips slowly moved forward to enter the soft wetness of your mouth. A delicious feeling. The moment when your lips close around me and I feel you sucking greedily. Holding my chin tightly. Almost motionless and helpless, your eyes speak your gratitude as I begin to slowly and firmly enter deep into your mouth. A moan of approval escapes me, and I enter deeper. Your throat relaxes and allows me to enter deeper. I stand still, and after a moment, your gag reflex kicks in. Your eyes water, but you still stare at me in total submission. Pulling back slightly, I thrust again, feeling your tongue circling my head. The pleasure grows, and I let out another moan of pleasure. This time with words: - Good girl. Two simple words, but still you feel grateful. And you suck me harder, desperate for my orgasm. I feel the heat begin to rise in my groin. The tingling in my thighs builds as my orgasm is coming, and I fuck you faster, deeper. You moan along with me, and this time I allow your surrendered expression of pleasure as you work your tongue and lips to get my absolute gift to you. Holding your head perfectly still, my fist still clutching your hair and my other hand holding your jaw. I cry out and slowly thrust, bringing my head to your lips and back into you with final thrusts as I approach imminent orgasm. I'm coming. I cum in your mouth, your greedily provided juicy lips. Wave after wave of orgasm takes me to the limit, and I feel the heat fill your mouth, hit your throat, and fill you completely with my gratitude. I pull away again, letting you suck greedily on the glistening head. The last few drops leave me, and you obediently swallow them. Pulling back, I pull away from your mouth but continue to hold you, lifting your face to look directly at me. Giving you a smile, a silent approval. I wait for words of gratitude... - Thank you, Master, ' you venture, mouthing the words between short, intermittent sighs. Good girl. But this is only the beginning. The obedient slave deserves a little more pleasure, I squeeze the nipple of my toy encouragingly.

The first rays of light showed that a new day had arrived and Pili woke up first, Cleo was still sleeping, she moved to look at her cell phone to check the time, which woke Cleo up. - You're awake already! - Pili said to her as a good morning. Cleo made an affirmative gesture and they both looked at each other morbidly for a few moments, Cleo got on top of Pili and they gave each other a peck and then passionate kisses and ended up sensually tonguing each other, Pili showed her participation and devotion. - I want to eat that tasty pussy of yours, fatty! - Cleo whispered sensually. Pili just kept kissing and snogging and they turned to stare into each other's eyes, but she couldn't deny that she was strongly aroused. - Ask me to eat your pussy! - Cleo murmured to her - You're asking for it, slut! - Eat my pussy! - babbled Pili tremendously horny. Pili put the pillow behind her head and spread her legs and Cleo began to lick her slit causing her first pleasurable gasps. - I'm going to go crazy in the morning! - babbled Pili - Your pussy is so wet! - whispered Cleo - You're so naughty! Cleo licked her pussy expertly, her tongue was martyring her clitoris and she bit it stretching it, as if she wanted to tear it off at once, Pili went into ecstasy, her pupils disappeared and her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly and from her mouth came out incoherent and meaningless words, her toes shrank and began to tremble, Pili held on solidly and let out a piercing scream and she cummed long and deep. - How your pussy squirts! - Cleo whispered with a smile. - You make me so slutty honey! Cleo got up and went to the shower and then Pili showered, they went to the kitchen and made coffee and went out to eat and spent the afternoon strolling and shopping in malls and had some hamburgers for dinner before returning home, Cleo parked the car in front of the townhouse and Pili came in with the shopping bags and Cleo took a backpack from the trunk. - Undress you slut! - Cleo ordered her sharply. Pili gave her a smile and started to undress while Cleo undressed and sat on the bed. -Get on all fours and come here! Pili squatted down and walked towards Cleo with her knees and palms on the floor and stood in front of her. - Eat my pussy! - Cleo ordered her, spreading her legs. Pili nodded her head, that sexual world was new to her, the sight of Cleo's well shaved pussy was very exciting and her own pussy was about to explode, she opened her lips with her fingers and began to run her inexperienced tongue through that delicious pussy, she noticed how Cleo got wet at times, she emitted small sighs and clearly noticed her swollen clitoris, she kissed it intensely. - Lick me there and bite it gently! - Cleo whispered between moans. Pili licked and bit the clitoris and Cleo moaned pleasantly, she thought that she went crazy when Cleo did it to her and it turned her on deeply and she started to lick that pussy as if there was no tomorrow, Cleo started to scream and her hips spasmed and her pussy jerked explosively on Pili's tongue that received the vaginal flows, Cleo got up from the bed and looked for Pili's mouth and rewarded her with a snog. She quickly reached into her backpack and began to take out sex toys and put them on the bed, Pili watched silently, much of it she had only seen on the internet, Cleo grabbed her by the wrists and tied her up with some leather handcuffs and she was tied up, the next thing she took out was a gag with a latex ball. - Don't do that to me! - Pili begged, but the tremendous excitement she felt did not allow her to offer much resistance. Cleo put the ball in Pili's mouth and fastened the strap around the back of her neck, then she took two straps and put them above and below the mattress and they were fastened above and below the mattress, Pili stepped back in fright and watched as Cleo expertly manipulated all that paraphernalia. She grabbed Pili by the wrists and put her on all fours on the bed and fastened the handcuffs to the mattress strap with a cable tie and Pili was restrained by her hands and unable to move, Cleo moved quickly and whipped her buttocks with her hand and tied one foot with another cable tie to the other mattress strap and then the other foot, Pili was completely open on all fours with her face facing the wall. - What are you going to do to me? - mumbled Pili who could barely be heard clearly with the latex ball in her mouth. - shut up bitch! - was all the answer she got. Pili only heard noises behind her, she turned her head but could not see what Cleo was doing, suddenly she stood in front of her, she was holding a black latex penis tied by a harness to her waist and in one hand she was carrying a bottle of lubricant and in the other a device that she later learned was an anal dilator. - Relax slut and I won't hurt you! - whispered Cleo Pili started to moan, but the gag didn't let her scream and she started breathing through her nose, she felt how something cold and slimy massaged her ass and suddenly she felt a prick and how her sphincter stretched painfully, Cleo was inserting the dilator, she tried to scream but it was just a muffled scream, on the other hand she lived in a townhouse and her neighbor went away on weekends, she was at Cleo's mercy, she started to cry and her face reddened and the tears ran down her cheeks, suddenly she felt how a flat thing whipped her buttocks, it produced a deep pain every time it whipped her, especially because it moved the dilator inside her anus, she turned around and could reach to see how Cleo whipped her with a leather paddle, she received several more whips, but the pain was less and less intense and her body temperature was rising excited. - Good girl! - Cleo murmured - Now you're going to enjoy it a lot! She noticed how he extracted the dilator and impregnated her with more lubricant and this time she felt an indescribable pain, she closed her eyes and bit the latex ball and noticed how the dildo was penetrating her from behind, she tried to close her legs with all her strength, the flanges stretched and it seemed they were going to break, but they held. - I'm going to fuck you in the ass, bitch! - Cleo's dominant voice announced. The dildo began to flow in and out of Pili's ass, her body relaxed and that caused Cleo to penetrate her more gently and she managed to enter and exit her ass at a steady pace, Pili noticed how her sphincter opened and closed squeezing the dildo and her breathing became more normalized, although Pili considered that she was being raped, the pain decreased and her moans became pleasurable and that was noticed by Cleo who untied her from the gag and fell on the sheets. -Why are you breaking my little ass? - sobbed Pili - I'm going to make you mine, fatty! - Cleo murmured - No one has ever fucked you the way I fuck you! - Stop it, it hurts! - asked Pili Cleo held her by the hips tightly and was pushing her deeper and deeper and Pili started to scream loudly. - Don't break my ass! - whimpered Pili -Let go of my ass! Cleo continued to fuck her intensely and noticed that Pili was shaking and trembling and burying her head in the sheets. Pili noticed how her pussy was reaching an orgasm without even touching it, her pussy exploded and she let out a huge scream, she had never felt so much pleasure radiating throughout her body and she surrendered exhausted. -How did you cum, slut! - Cleo humiliated her and lifted her hips again to continue sodomizing her. -Let me go! - whimpered Pili who noticed how her pussy leaked a lot of liquid on the sheets. - You're pissing yourself with pleasure, slut! - said Cleo degrading her - You're a slut and you like to be fucked in the ass! Pili buried her head in the sheets in shame, she was being raped and she was enjoying every second of it, Cleo searched her pussy with her hand and rubbed her clitoris with her fingers and that made her have another intense orgasm. Cleo let her stop her thrashing and loosened the foot restraints and switched the hand restraints and turned Pili over and put the pillows under her buttocks, penetrated her and began to move fluidly in and out of her soaking wet pussy. - Look at my face when I fuck you! - Cleo shouted at him. -Fuck me like this! - whimpered Pili, wild and possessed by sexual climax. -Your mouth, your pussy, your ass is mine! - Cleo murmured to her - You're my little whore! - Don't stop fucking me! - Pili begged with her face unhinged. - Tell me you're my whore and I'll fuck you until you cum! - I'm your little whore! - exclaimed Pili crying with convulsive movements - give me hard! Pili could not succumb to having another orgasm, they were getting longer and more intense and her eyesight was blurring, Cleo took off her harness and threw it aside and got on top of Pili putting her pussy on her face and eating Pili's pussy. After that night Pili became Cleo's little slut and sex slave.

I don't know very well how I found myself in this situation I'm going to tell you about, but I knew that sooner or later, my little vices would end up playing a dirty trick on me. Dirty? The truth is that I ended up with one of the best fucks of my life, the best without a doubt until that day, then there were more. My name is Sandra. I'm 34 years old, 1.60, 49 kg, slim, but not marked muscle, good hips and a small bust size 85, but firm, and crowned by nipples, which are always erect and defiant, pierced by piercings. My hair is dyed and slicked back below my neck, and my pussy is totally shaved, just the way my husband, Saul, likes it. He's about 6'2", weighs about 85 kg, and has a lot of work from crossfit and MTB. Sometimes we've missed out on fucking, by going off on the bike, what a man. The thing is that, given the number of times he has left me wanting, and that I am, apart from very hot, very faithful, I was gradually getting a small arsenal of sex toys for my self pleasure. And little by little I also began to realize that I liked the theme of domination and submission, and pain, in small doses, turned me on a lot. I bought nipple clamps, dildos, suction pumps, vibrators, electro stimulators, handcuffs, straps, as I said, a small arsenal, which I used alone, because I was afraid to tell Saul and that he would see me as a freak, or a slut who was into sex. That afternoon was just another one, alone, Saul out on the road, and me alone at home, all day. I put on an X movie on the Tablet, soft BDSM, and started to get really horny with the images. I took out my dream suitcase, with all my toys. I stripped off the tiny thong that was my only garment on. I fondled and squeezed my nipples. I smeared my vaginal lips with plenty of warm lubricant and continued to my dark hole. Being very aroused and lubricated, I inserted a good sized dildo in my ass, it's one of those with wires so it can be electrified. I took my sucker and applied it to my already swollen and excited clit. The orgasm was imminent and quick. The anxiety of the first one calmed, I continued with more paraphernalia. I put on a gag, which has a metal ring that leaves the mouth wide open, to facilitate penetration through it to the back of the throat; how I fantasize about Saul fucking my mouth with it on! From the gag hang chains that end in clamps, to apply to the nipples, which I obviously did. I also applied other smaller clamps on the nipples, on the piercings. The latter are also attached to the electro stimulator, which I turned on at a medium-low frequency, and in auto mode, so that it determines the sequence of the discharges. A tingle ran through my nipples and ass. I picked up a generously sized vibrating dildo, which my pussy engulfed without too much effort, given how lubricated it was. I turned it on at medium intensity. This one also has a mini tongue, which vibrates directly on the clitoris. The sensation is indescribable. On the tablet screen, a crucified brunette with her back to a wooden cross, was receiving a whip punishment on her ass and back. I held my ankles with an extendable bar that I adjusted to the maximum opening that my legs allowed, and I took some pictures in that position, I was very horny, and seeing me like that, made me even more horny. Finally, I took a mask and some wrist straps that I adjusted as I could to the headboard of the bed, I closed them as much as I could, but that allowed my hands to enter. I put my right hand in, put on the mask and finally put my left hand in and lay down to enjoy the sensations my body was experiencing. I clarify at this point that the wrist straps was the first time I used them, and as always, without reading the directions for use. The dildo was delighting me, with its harmonious rhythm and the mini tongue vibrating on my clitoris. This coupled with the electric shocks running through my nipples and the inside of my ass, began to generate deep inside me a new orgasm, I tensed my body, arched my back, writhed in pleasure immobilized, I felt my legs spread apart, my pussy soaking wet and my fluids flowing out of me and sliding down to the sheets, the tension in my wrists increased every time I tensed my body. My saliva fell from my mouth and soaked my face and hair, and I experienced another pleasurable orgasm moaning and writhing, strapped to my bed. When I regained some composure, and went to let go, I realized what a mess I had just gotten myself into. The straps had a system, that when you tightened or pulled, they closed more, until you reached the maximum you had adjusted, and in my case, it was so much that it was impossible to get my hands out without releasing the adjustable Velcro fasteners. My head started to spin, I got dizzy, I was immobilized on the bed, with my holes full, receiving small electric shocks, and I couldn't let go! I could only wait for Saul to arrive and find me in that situation! How was I going to explain it to him? How was I going to react? And on top of that I was horny as hell again, as my rubber lover was still giving me pleasure, completely oblivious to my dramatic situation, I wanted to cry, but I could only moan and gasp and let my third orgasm invade me, I was so devoted that I didn't hear the door and I barely heard the voice that said: -What the fuck is all this? -Fuck, does she always greet you like this? No wonder you always want to come home, " said another voice. -Stop touching and looking at her. -Why? Don't you realize what she needs? -The truth is that I'm super spliced The next thing was silence, and suddenly, my mouth filled with a cock, which began to fuck me until it touched my throat. I was still aroused, when I noticed hands removing the clamps from my nipples and I guessed the piercings because the discharges stopped, to be replaced by hands and a mouth pinching and biting, licking and biting again. The hands of the owner of the cock that filled my mouth took the back of my neck so he could push even further in. They withdrew the dildo from my soaking wet pussy, and night a good amount of flow out of my crotch. They loosened the straps on my wrists to turn me over on the bed and pin me down again, on a body lying on the bed, which automatically, they shoved their cock all the way into my pussy, without difficulty. I felt the dildo being pulled out of my ass, and automatically another glorious cock filled me from behind. One of my most morbid dreams was coming true. Immobilized and lacking the sense of sight, I was being used as a sex toy and receiving the first double penetration of my life, by Saul and by a stranger. I would never have bet that my boy would have shared me with anyone, and yet, there he was. The man in my ass, clutched at my hips to pull his cock all the way in and out of me, while the one below just went with the rhythm imposed from behind. He squeezed my breasts and bit my nipples, took a piercing between his teeth and stretched my nipple to the limit. A new orgasm was coming, I was out of me, I started to scream as much as my gag would allow me, saliva squirting down on my furtive lover, the onslaught on my ass was getting stronger and stronger, until, between gasps and grunts, I noticed how I was filled with hot cum from behind and the pressure of the hands on my hips was almost painful. I let myself be carried away in my orgasm as well, completely skewered in my ass, feeling how that cock throbbed releasing its last spurts inside me. My other lover, as best he could, slid out from under me, took my head in his hands and plunged his cock into my mouth, causing me to gag, drowned by a powerful jet of cum, straight to the back of my throat. He kept the pressure on for a few seconds that felt endless, unloading another three or four times. Tears welled up in my eyes, from the restrained retching. When I felt my mouth released, they released the strap of the gag and I was able to take a breath and cough. Little by little the restraints were released and I was able to lie down on the bed, my asshole now freed as well. I felt abundant semen flowing out of it and sliding down to my sex, throbbing and swollen. Only the mask covered my eyes. -I never imagined you'd get off on this, " Saul's sweet voice whispered to me, "rest, today has changed your life forever, you won't have to play alone anymore. He kissed me on the cheek and removed the mask. In the gloom and with my eyes getting used to the dim light, I could see Saul, completely naked, next to Sergio, his brother, also naked and still with his glorious cock at half mast. They both looked great, and with that beautiful image, I fell asleep.

The first time I saw Dylan was on a summer night. I was with my friends in a bar, celebrating my nineteenth birthday. His deep and enigmatic gaze caught me. He wasn't very tall, nor was he very beautiful, but he had something in his eyes that I liked. It was a mutual attraction, we had both liked each other, and that same night we ended up having sex together. It was a matter of time before we started dating. He was very attentive and affectionate, plus things flowed wonderfully. We had a connection that went beyond words. Just by looking at each other we understood perfectly what the other was thinking or feeling. And sex with him was always amazing. Over the years, things were going great and there were even plans to get married. But the problem was when I met his brother, Marcelo. Marcelo was a very attractive man, he had turned forty-eight that year, but he didn't look it. He is older than Dylan by sixteen years. The only similarity these brothers had was the shape of their foreheads and the color of their eyes. Beyond that, no one could say they were related. Dylan was much shorter, his muscles were not strong and his skin was much paler than that of his older brother. Marcelo, on the other hand, was much taller and sturdier, he trained every day, which showed in his firm muscles. Genetics had definitely favored my brother-in-law. Every time I saw Marcelo, I got horny and he knew it. That's why he would deliberately provoke me. When I passed by him, he would spank me in a "friendly" way or stare shamelessly at my ass whenever I bent over. Many times when we were talking he would stare at my tits, and he didn't care if Dylan was present. I was afraid Dylan would notice all this, so I opted to stop going to his family's house and my in-laws, only seeing them when they came to visit our apartment. However, I could not get Marcelo out of my mind. His face, his body, his voice, his eyes and that hungry look he had every time he looked at me. Unable to stop it, he was my inspiration when I masturbated. I would caress my vagina imagining that it was his thick fingers touching me. That he was squeezing my clitoris and rubbing it rigorously, that he was spreading the lips of my vagina apart and then starting to fuck it with his fingers without stopping. And then, when I was already on the cusp of orgasm, he would thrust his cock all the way in with one thrust. To start fucking me like the sex-starved whore that I am. Time went by and finally my wedding day with Dylan arrived. And obviously, Marcelo was on the guest list, that had me worried. But I couldn't get lost in that worry. I was about to marry him who, beyond everything else, was the love of my life. The ceremony was quick, and since it was the middle of summer, my wedding dress was very short. During the whole process, I was so busy with the guests that I didn't even notice if Marcelo was there or not. However, when we arrived at the party, I noticed his presence, as I felt his intense gaze on me. I tried not to pay much attention to him, but when it was time for the couples dance, Marcelo came straight to me with a cocky smile. The party is going very well and you are very beautiful, sister-in-law. The way he said "sis-in-law" made my skin crawl. I could feel my cheeks burning. -Thank you, Marce. My voice sounded quite nervous. I was very nervous and he laughed softly and looked at me with a flirtatious smile, leaning close to my ear. What's the matter, do I make you nervous, sister-in-law? His voice, so deep and husky, made my breath catch for a moment. -Did you think I didn't notice how you were looking at me all this time? My heart was beating so fast, I felt my cheeks blush. He laughed again, but his eyes looked at me with intensity and something else I couldn't decipher. -You're a whore. Those words sent an electric shock throughout my body. My vagina felt hot and very wet, leaving me speechless, not even knowing what to say. While I was lost, looking for the words to answer, Marcelo put his hand under my dress and began to caress me. -Marcellus, what the fuck are you doing? I wanted to reprimand him, but my voice gave away how excited I was. My vagina got wetter and wetter with every caress. He didn't say anything, he just moved his fingers faster and faster while we were still dancing. Several family members and friends watched our dance with smiling expressions, not knowing what was really going on. -But look how slutty you turned out to be. Getting horny with your husband's brother, to such an extent that you soaked the whole thong... what a slut. I couldn't believe what was happening. Only soft sighs came out of my mouth which, miraculously, were muffled by the music. I felt his fingers digging inside me. He was fucking my vagina, not caring that people were watching us at all times. His thumb squeezed my swollen clit, I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming with pleasure. -What's the matter, slut? Don't you want Dylan to see you? I shook my head, as I heard him chuckle softly. I felt an intense gaze on me, raised my head and realized that Dylan had been watching us from the head table. I was horrified and tried to pull away from Marcellus, but he pinched my clit, making me stay still in my place. A mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through me completely. -Shh. Look closely, little whore. Confused, I looked at him more closely, and noticed how he was masturbating under the table. -Your "dear husband" knows what a slut you are. I was already on the verge of cumming. Seeing Dylan like that, in that way, turned me on even more. -Listen to what I'm going to tell you, now you're going to calm down. You're going to come with me and Dylan, quietly. Is that clear to you? Believe me, you're going to like this, piggy. Hearing his command, I felt an internal tremor and obediently followed him. When we passed by Dylan, Marcelo smiled knowingly and he smiled back. Rising from his place and walking beside us. From the corner of my eye I could see that in his pants I could perfectly notice a big bulge. The three of us left in Marce's car, they were sitting in the front and I was in the back seat. They looked at me with predatory eyes, full of lust and desire. Nobody said anything, there was a sepulchral silence. I was very nervous, I looked at Dylan, who was very serene. In spite of having seen how the woman, who became his wife that same day, was masturbated by his brother-in-law. Before I knew it, Marcelo had parked the car since we had already arrived. As soon as I set foot inside the apartment, between the two brothers they stripped me completely naked, devouring my naked body with their hungry gaze. Dylan looked at me with a devious smile making me wet again. -I know what a slut you are and, I also know you've had it in for Marcelo ever since you saw him. I'm not stupid. I swallowed hard, I was naked and felt both ashamed and vulnerable, yet I didn't feel in any real danger. I tried to cover my body as much as I could with my arms. I had my eyes glued to the floor, I couldn't look them in the face. I heard the sound of clothes falling to the ground. -However, I'm not upset. On the contrary... This is kind of exciting. I looked up and saw that Dylan and Marcelo were naked in front of me, I stared at their cocks in astonishment. -What? This..." my words were silenced by a hard slap Dylan gave me. -Shut up, you fucking bitch. His slap and authoritative tone, made me moan and sigh. I felt my whole body ignite. -What a disgusting whore she is... it was true what you told me, brother. -Marcellus spoke while looking at me with amusement and malice. -She's a very submissive little whore, who loves to be treated like what she is. A little piggy addicted to semen and male cocks. -We both laughed, "She better be ready to receive us in her little ass tonight. I was so excited, I couldn't believe what was happening. I looked at Dylan and saw the lustful malice in his eyes. -Marcelo, from now on this filthy pig is going to be our personal whore. Marcelo smirked at Dylan and then looked at me fiercely. -If she's ours... Shouldn't we mark her as such? Dylan nodded with a cruel laugh. Immediately I felt two powerful jets of hot liquid hit my face and body. It was then that I understood what was to become of me. I belonged to them, I was their whore. After this, the three of us went upstairs to the bathroom and stepped into the hot shower. Steam filled the bathroom. There was only the sound of the shower and the water falling, mixed with my sighs of pleasure. I felt Dylan's lips on my neck, biting and sucking eagerly. His hands slid along the trail the drops left on my skin. The heat was rising higher and higher, my body burning with need. At that moment I was no longer a person. No. I had become a slutty whore thirsty for the semen of her two males, I was nothing more than a sex-starved little pig. The only thing that was in my mind, was the desire for those men to stick their hot cocks inside my filthy, spent hole. I could never be a person again, never again, I am just a simple semen reservoir for my males eager to finish. Marcelo looked at me hungrily, his gaze darkened with lust. Dylan roughly grabbed my jaw, turning my head. -You're a piece of whore, you filthy pig. Now tell me, who do you belong to? My eyes closed because of the sudden and abrupt movement. Marcelo sank his teeth into my collarbone, causing me to cry out in pain. -I opened my eyes and answer me, motherfucker. Dylan's voice sounded so deep and commanding that it made me shudder. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I opened my eyes, and was met with a gaze that showed absolute desire. A sigh escaped my parted lips. I felt like I was in a trance. -To you...? I murmured with a thread of voice, stuttering uncertainly. I knew instantly that I had made a mistake. For a new bite, much stronger than the previous one, snapped me out of my trance-like state. I let out a yelp of pain and felt my hair being harshly pulled, forcing me to turn my gaze towards Marcelo. -Speak well, you pig asshole. The contempt-filled tone in his voice made me shiver, my pussy was on fire. The hot water of the shower felt cold in comparison to the way my body was. -I... I belong to both of you... I am yours and yours alone, so you can use me as you wish. Under the hot water, my voice and my legs trembled. My whole body was at their mercy, Marcelo was behind me and Dylan in front. I felt Marcelo let out a soft laugh at the back of my neck and I shivered even more. Dylan grabbed my breasts hard, squeezing and kneading them. The feel of his big, calloused hands, ripped sighs from deep in my throat. My nipples were beginning to erect and he squeezed them, pinching them mercilessly. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips, immediately I felt a spank so hard it made me sob. -Who gave you permission to moan, you fucking whore? -Marce looked at Dylan disapprovingly, "It seems to me that this filthy pig doesn't know her place. He tugged on my hair again, not at all gently, forcing me to look him in the eye. My legs wavered and I felt myself falling, but Dylan quickly braced my trembling body, with his left arm, avoiding the impact and forcing me to stand firm there. While still torturing, with his right hand, my sensitive, abused nipples. I opened my mouth. I timidly opened my mouth as wide as I could, under his attentive and strict gaze. After a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity, I felt my husband spit in my mouth. He kept looking into my eyes with a mixture of satisfaction and arrogance. -Swallow it, piggy. I swallowed it quickly, without much thought, and turned my head, breaking eye contact. Then, my eyes met Marcelo's, his gaze filled with malice. An electric current ran through my insides, stealing a sigh. My eyes went down his body and I noticed how he was masturbating his cock with intensity. At that moment, he lowered his gaze as intense as it was hungry, I felt like helpless prey, facing an avid predator. Dylan shortened the distance between our bodies, pressing them even closer together. I could clearly feel his veiny cock stinging my belly. He released my breasts and grabbed his cock, sliding down my belly until he reached my legs. He then roughly spread them apart, deftly slipping his member between my thighs and simulating penetration. The friction, coupled with the sensation of his hard, hot cock rubbing against my equally hot and wet vagina, was driving me wild. Dylan guided the head of his cock to my clit, stroking me, causing moans and sighs to come from my mouth without any qualms. He was driving me to ecstasy, but every time I felt myself approaching orgasm, he would slow down and laugh and not let me finish. -This little slut is so wet, you can tell she loves cock. I felt humiliated, both men were laughing and making fun of my needy state. Marcelo squeezed my right buttock hard, making me squeal. He brought his fingers to my vagina, gathering some of my juices with them. -He said, "Clean my fingers. And, come on, don't do it. You like it so much, piggy. She put her thick fingers, soaked with the whitish liquid, on my lips and I licked them, swallowing my own acid juices. At the moment when I had my eyes closed, tasting my brother-in-law's offering, without warning, he abruptly shoved his entire cock into my vagina in one thrust. He shoved it in carelessly, from behind me. Arching my back I let out a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy, as I came hard for his cock. -What a slutty, horny little pig, Dylan. She came as soon as I put it in. Marcelo rammed my body fiercely, without stopping. He shook me without delicacy. I couldn't stop moaning uncontrollably, while he looked at me with lust. He pulled my hair and brought my head close to his lips. -You're a fucking whore. How you love to get your cock stuck in you, while your husband watches... you disgust me. -My moans bounced off the walls of our bathroom. What kind of cheap whore did you marry, Dylan? I tried to speak, but I felt Dylan grabbing me violently by the head and forcing me to bend over. His sudden movement took me by surprise and made me squeal. In response, Marcelo rammed me more roughly and spanked my ass, bringing a tear of pain to my eye. The sound of our skins clashing simulated applause. -Don't even think of complaining about how well we treat you, you piece of shit. For a whore like you, this must be heaven. Marcelo spanked my ass again so hard this time, he left his hand all over me. Dylan kept pulling my head down hard, directing me without any subtlety to his erect cock. When I opened my mouth to try to speak to him, he shoved his cock all the way down my throat, producing a gagging sensation. This was a grotesque picture. I was being brutally fucked, in the shower of my house by my husband and his brother. Two brothers sharing the same blood and genes, now also sharing the same bitch. Unable to take it anymore, I had my long awaited orgasm. I screamed as I felt a violent gush of water coming out of my vagina, at the same time Marcelo and Dylan also came. I felt my mouth and my vagina full of cum. -Come on, you little whore, swallow our children. You piece of shit. -Dylan was telling me, while he was holding my nose and hitting my cheeks with his cock. -What a rich little slut. Dylan, I hope you don't mind if your wife gets pregnant by me. -Marcellus laughed, as he pulled his cock out of me, spanking me again. Hot semen ran down my legs. - The three of us are going to have a lot of fun together, brother. Steam filled the place, the hot water falling slowly down our skin in a sensual dance. The three of us were in total ecstasy. The onslaught was hard and constant, my mouth ached. My tears were streaming down my eyes, I felt like I was going to pass out and my legs were shaking. I realized that Dylan and Marcelo had made me their whore from the beginning. Surely they had it all planned, even before we started dating. And I, knowing nothing about it, fell into their beautiful trap. In my mind and in my heart there is only one desire, I just want to be fucked and enjoyed by them. I want to feel their cum in each of my holes, to be marked as their property. To be their only whore, their favorite cum deposit. To be marked as theirs, over and over again. And so it was that, in that instant while I was being brutally fucked by my two males, I understood that I only lived to be fucked by them. I only exist to be Dylan and Marcelo's whore, bitch, slut, piggy.

Saturday evening. After a relaxing day so far, you treat yourself to a pleasantly warm bubble bath. You take your time relaxing, thinking that I'm watching the sports show. But what you don't know is that I'm not watching sports. I'm in the bedroom getting a few things ready for an exciting evening together. First of all, I cover our love nest with a new sheet and place a few nice things on it, two pairs of restraints, a feather, a paddle, a vibrator and a butter-fly. I have bathed the bedroom in a suitable light with a few candles. Shortly after I've finished, I hear the bathroom door open. Since you were expecting me to be engrossed in colorful soccer pictures in the living room, you stride naked through the hallway and open the bedroom door. You look in in amazement and call me, but I don't answer. You call my name repeatedly and take a step into the room. As you are now so far away from the bedroom door that I can touch you with it, I close it, startling you a little but not looking back, I have hidden behind it and now stand directly behind you. The scent of vanilla hits my nose, your shampoo something with vanilla. I like this scent. I place my left hand on your left shoulder, I can feel your goose bumps. The index finger of my right hand runs down your spine. You lean your head back on your neck and let out a soft hmmm. My left hand moves down your arm and grabs your hand. My right index finger moves back up and away from your body, and I remove my left hand from you too. I reach for a blindfold that I have draped on the shelf and place it in front of your face. You turn your head slightly and smile at me. I smile back and start to put the blindfold on you, you take your hands and support my actions so that the blindfold completely restricts your view and you can enjoy my touch. I knot the straps behind your head and run them over your shoulders and down both sides of your arms. I take you by the hand and lead you towards the bed, once there I turn you around and move from your shoulders over your breastbone over your breasts, your nipples are already standing up slightly so that I can easily get them hard with my finger, alternately I run my fingers over them and make sure that they stay hard, while I grab the nipple clamp chain from the bedside table and fasten it with a little hiss on your part. I turn you around again and gently push your upper body down, you bend down and feel my right hand on your right buttock, with my left hand I reach past you and grab the paddle lying on the bed, I change my hand and run the paddle up your right thigh. When you feel the cold leather, you let out an ooh. I run it over your bottom and circle your body with it. When you seem to be enjoying it, I let the paddle explode with a slight bang on your bottom. You bend your knees slightly and push your bottom upwards, your body screams give me more. I run the paddle over your back after the smack and back towards your bottom, a second smack and the associated sound fills the bedroom. You moan again, a slight imprint can be seen. I drive down through your butt crease between your thighs. You open your legs a little wider and I hear you take a deep breath. When I hear you exhale, I let the paddle explode on your bottom a third time, this time a little harder than the first two strokes. Again, the paddle leaves a slight reddening. This time, however, I run my warm hand over the treated area after the blow. When I ask you if you like it, you just nod and continue to breathe calmly. I ask you to stand up again, but as I feel it's taking too long, I do a double stroke with the paddle and now there are marks on both buttocks. When you are standing again, I run the paddle over your arms and turn you over again. You are standing in front of me with your nipples as hard as a rock. I like the sight of the nipple chain, I say to you and run my left hand over your cheek. I step very close to you and quietly ask you to lie down in the middle of the bed. You follow my words and make your way to the middle of the bed. As you do so, I attach the end of a restraint to the left side of the headboard and ask you to give me your arm. You follow my instructions and I close the restraints on your wrist, following the same pattern on the right side. I stand at the foot of the bed and pass over your lower legs, first on the right then on the left I tie a rope and open your legs even further by attaching the rope to the bottom of the bedpost. After you are properly secured, I step to your right side and run my hand over your cheeks, over your neck, your upper body up to the clamped nipple, I grab the chain and pull it up slightly, the nipples are pulled up a little, a hiss comes out of your mouth. You don't want to say that you don't like it, I ask a little sternly. You shake your head and a no, I like it escapes your mouth. That's nice, I say and pull a little more on the chain, stretching your nipples a little longer. You squirm a little, but the shackles and ropes make it almost impossible for you to move your arms and legs. I grab the feather I've prepared for myself and run it over your right hand out your arm towards your neck, I bend and run the end of the feather over your cheek. Then it goes back down the same way over your neck, your chest, to your still hard nipples. I continue over your stomach to the beginning of your pubic area. I stop there briefly and move in small circles over your stomach. You acknowledge the touch of the feather with barely audible moans. I ride further down, very slowly and carefully the spring touches your right leg, which I ride down. When I reach your foot, I change sides and ride upwards on the left at a similar speed. I deliberately leave out your private parts. I move back over your stomach, over the nipple chain to your left arm and the feather disappears again over your hand. After a short moment, you feel the cold leather of the paddle again. You like the coolness and it gives you goose bumps, I can feel them, also because my fingertips are touching your stomach. I ride the paddle the same way I did a few moments before with the feather. But when I've finished, I let it explode very lightly onto your private parts. You squirm and breathe in and out a little harder. Because of your squirming, you don't immediately notice that I've sat down between your thighs in the meantime. My fingers touch your private parts and run up and down the outside of your labia. Your breathing quickens a little. My fingers keep running up and down your lips. Suddenly, I take my fingers from you and just a moment later I slowly and carefully insert them between my lips, just the tips of my fingers. I can feel a wonderful wetness on you. You enjoy what I'm doing and moan again. My thumb parts your lips at the top and presses your bud, first lightly and then with a little more pressure. I can feel on my fingers that my actions are causing your nectar production to begin and my fingers are getting wetter and wetter. I massage your bud more and more firmly and slowly but firmly insert first one and then another finger into you. I move them in and out and enjoy your movements, which seem uncontrolled when I press firmly on your bud. I lower my head and gently kiss my way up your thighs until I reach my fingers and replace my thumb with my tongue. Very slowly, I run it downwards and part your lips with it. In the meantime, I have taken my fingers from you and placed them on the sides of your breasts, which I gently massage without touching the nipple chain. While gently massaging your breasts, I remove the clamp from the right nipple and run it down your stomach over your freshly shaved genital area. I part your shiny lips with the clamp and enjoy your hot breath that my touch triggers in you. After two or three ups and downs, I remove the clamp again and attach it to your cheeky pearl a tiny moment later. Right at this moment you explode for the first time. Your loud cries of pleasure fill the bedroom. After the first waves of your first explosion have rolled over you, I remove the clamp from both your left nipple and your pearl. You breathe more slowly and calmly again. Good girl, I say to you and place my warm hand on your vulva. I feel your twitching on my hand, bend over you a little and kiss my way up your belly to your breasts, my hand follows my mouth and my second hand joins in. I move sideways to your breasts and place my fingers underneath. With my teeth I nibble alternately on your still hard nipples. My hard phallus touches your left thigh and makes you sigh softly. Slowly and gently, I cover your breasts with kisses as I lift myself off you and take my hands off you. I reach for the butterfly which is waiting to be used a little away from your feet on the bed. I touch your lower right leg with it and watch your reaction on your face. You seem to sense something and you appear to relax. I continue to run it up your leg and down the other leg over your wet honey pot. When I reach your foot, I use the remote control to activate the first and gentlest stage of the little playmate and move your thigh up again until I reach the Butterfly's destination. I slowly drive it between your beautiful lips and let the tip slide into you. Bit by bit, I guide the little trembling thing into you until it is completely inside you and the butterfly wings nestle against you on the left and right. I slide off the bed and sit down on the armchair at the head of the bed. I press the remote control and the vibrations of my assistant become a little stronger. I lean towards you and run my index finger over your mouth, you open your lips and let it enter your mouth. You suck on it like a little calf. I slowly slide a second finger into your mouth, the Butterfly buzzes quietly and seemingly happily. One press on the remote control and the speed increases slightly. A second click and the vibration turns into a thrust. Your sucking on my fingers becomes wildly faster and wilder. Take my fingers out of your mouth and spread your saliva around your nipples, which immediately stand up again. Come very close to yours with my mouth and run my tongue over your lips, slowly guide it into yours and let our tongues dance together. I let you enjoy this for a long time. I increase the vibration and twitching of the butterfly from time to time to slowly but surely lead you to the second evening explosion. To reach my goal, I reach into a small bowl on the bedside table and let the condensation from the ice cube drip onto your breasts and run the ice cube I have in my fingers around your nipples. Just before the ice cube has melted on your heated body, you explode a second time. As the second wave of orgasm rolls over you, I slowly remove the butterfly from you and grab some of the pre-warmed massage oil that I have provided. I let some of the oil drip onto your breasts and begin to gently and carefully spread the oil over your upper body. You slowly recover from your second climax and enjoy my continued caresses. A small trickle of oil runs down your upper body to the left and right. I run my hands there and spread the oil underneath on your stomach. I let some oil drip onto your thighs and spread it over your thighs and down to your feet. I run the oil up your legs again, over your thighs to your paradise. I spread the oil there too. My fingers now find their way into your honey pot more and more often. My fingertips run up and down your lips. My two thumbs lie to the left and right of your bud. My thumbs draw a tighter and tighter circle around it. While four of my fingers are inside you, both thumbs are massaging your bud. You didn't notice during your climax that I had released the ankle cuffs so that I could simply push your legs upwards. I kneel close to you and my phallus touches your oiled pearl. I remove my fingers from you and guide the tip of my hard phallus into your beautifully glistening love cave. Bit by bit, I push my hard loss between your wet lips. My oiled hands run over your stomach up to your breasts. Your nipples immediately stand up again and I massage them back to full hardness. Now my pelvis touches your pelvis and we are very close together. Slowly I pull my hard friend out of you bit by bit, only to sink it back into you straight away. I repeat this game and get faster each time. When I have reached a comfortable rhythm, I move one hand back down to your pearl and massage it gently. I thrust hard at irregular intervals and the sound of our pools banging loudly lights up our bedroom. I thrust faster and harder, your breathing quickens again and your third climax is not long in coming. But just before we approach our climax together, I stop. After a pause, I thrust faster and harder than ever before. It doesn't take much longer and we come together. I can feel your contractions on my hard phallus - it feels like you're milking me with your love cave. After I have injected all my love juice into you with the last light thrusts, I sink exhausted on top of you. Between our heated bodies, some of my sweat runs down your oiled body. After a brief moment, my now flaccid penis slips out of you. I stand up again and let my hands slide over your stomach back down to your thighs. Run my hands up your entire body, over your neck to your face. I remove the blindfold, smile at you and ask you if you enjoyed it. You smile back and reply that of course I enjoyed it.

My story begins a long time ago. I was in the 10th grade at the time, 18 years old. It was just before the end of the school year, the last crucial exams were coming up, but that wasn't a problem for me. I was actually always quite good at school and got on well with the material. So the last written final exam, the one that decides whether you are admitted to the Abitur or whether you only get a 10th grade diploma, was coming up. There was actually a general calmness, except for a few exceptions. One of these exceptions is Nancy, I've actually thought she was quite beautiful for a long time. We've often been away together, but really only as good friends, but we still had a lot of fun. But now the exam was, as luck would have it, she was sitting next to me on a bench. I found the tasks quite OK, first of all, a B minus was easily enough to pass the Abitur. But with Nancy, I immediately realized that she didn't have a clue about the material, she was shifting nervously back and forth in her chair. So she had to resort to illegal means, she tried to inconspicuously pull a cheat sheet out of her sleeve. But that wasn't easy, the teachers don't allow themselves to be distracted and pay very close attention. But somehow she managed, but she still didn't look very happy. Not everything that was asked was on her slip of paper. Suddenly, the teacher came and she was startled and dropped the note from the bench. What now? I reacted with lightning speed and put my foot on it, the note was not visible. She was lucky, her relief was obvious. Later I noticed that she was copying from my sheet all the time. I hope no one sees that, otherwise I'll get it too. But everything went well, we were able to hand in our sheets and nobody noticed. It was enough for Nancy, she was also admitted thanks to me. Of course I expected thanks from her, but there was no reaction, which made me quite angry. So I thought about how I could take advantage of the situation, she owed me something. I met with her in the afternoon and told her everything. Suddenly she was very small, she begged me not to betray her. What was that worth to her? She was close to tears when I told her that I wanted to have control over her. I quickly drew up a small contract for her to sign. It included that she had to fulfill all my wishes without exception. She practically becomes my slave. When she read this, she started to cry. But what choice did she have, 1 year under my control or no high school diploma because I will report on her cheat sheet. So she had to submit to me, with hesitation she signed. Which means that she has to submit to me for 1 year. She has to do everything I tell her, she will be humiliated by me. She will suffer pain, her life will change according to my rules. Perhaps I should mention Nancy again, she is 18, slim and has a beautiful, small, petite figure. Long brown hair, short, what more could you want? I could hardly believe it, I had her under my control. I sent her home first so that she could come to terms with the situation. Today was Saturday, I asked her to come in early. Time to make the rules clear. She has to do everything I ask of her, I don't want to hear no. She has to pretend to be my girlfriend in public, we are a couple. If she follows these simple rules, she can do her A-levels. So we start with the first lesson, she has to get used to being naked. She had to stand in front of me and undress very slowly. She was beautiful, so helpless. She took off my T-shirt, revealing a beautiful bra. Not too big and not too small, just the way I like it. She was shaking and had problems with her trouser button. So I helped her and took off her pants. She had a black thong underneath, wonderful. Now she was standing in front of me in her underwear, I pulled her close and gave her a long kiss, she was still very inexperienced, she'd never had anything to do with boys before. I was able to introduce her to the secrets of sex life. I sent her home again so as not to overwhelm her straight away. The next day I picked her up and we went to my parents' garden. There we could be completely alone and unobserved. When we arrived, she got off her bike and I blindfolded her with a beautiful silk scarf. She was frightened, but I calmed her down. We were only at the beginning of our training as sex slaves. Now it was time to undress again and I have to admit that it excited me a lot. She had inhibitions because she couldn't see that we were alone. Again she stood in front of me in bra and thong, next step, complete nudity. So down with the clothes. I undid the bra and pulled down the thong. Something slowly started to stir in my pants. No wonder at this sight! A sweet virgin cunt emerged, not very hard. Her arms were then handcuffed behind her back. Lie down on the floor I said to her, I sat on her and kissed her. Nancy slowly got used to the situation. I asked her a few more questions about her life. She had never satisfied herself and had never seen a man naked, in short, zero experience, although her body was already well developed. She was brought up very strictly by her parents. The day was over, I hadn't touched her yet. Tomorrow she had to go to the gynecologist and have the pill prescribed so that she couldn't get pregnant. She didn't like that at all, but it was simply necessary. After 2 weeks she had no more problems with being naked, she wore short skirts and skimpy tops, she made me really horny. I wanted more, much more and decided to give her the full treatment the next weekend. I had been nice to her until now and ordered her to a friend's well-equipped apartment for the next weekend. He kindly left her with me. Her eyes were blindfolded again as she lay handcuffed to the bed in front of me. I touched her body for the first time, she twitched several times as I touched her in different places. She is beautiful, she had a special smell. I cut the thong and played with her cleft, which was already getting slightly damp. I told her that she should just enjoy everything and forget about her fears. I couldn't help myself and had to lick her, it was wonderful, so young and unspent. Pure pleasure. I undressed too, I had a total hard-on. Nancy was supposed to give me relief, she was supposed to learn to suck. She was undressed, I lay down and pulled her with her head over my stiff stick. I put it in her mouth. Regardless of losses. With my instructions it worked quite well, her gagging subsided. She started to play with her tongue, she learned quickly! It was a great feeling, after a while I got hornier and hornier. Then I had to cum, she was scared. But she lovingly swallowed it all and then licked it clean. I was now relaxed and happy, and she said that she was slowly starting to enjoy spoiling me. First she had to make something to drink and eat. She fed me voluntarily. There was a gynecologist's chair in the next room. She had to climb onto it and her arms and legs were secured with straps. Now she was open to me. I could see all the details of her cunt, which quickly became wet again. So I penetrated her and she cried out. But I immediately started to move violently, her pain was quickly relieved by the comfortable position and she started to moan. I was now very persistent, she squirmed in her restraints. But before she could cum, I was ready and I squirted inside her. Her lust made her forget all her inhibitions, she wanted to come again. She was literally begging. As her ruler, I couldn't let that happen and untied her. She was tied to the wall with chains and I fetched a whip. She went all pale when I instructed her to count to 20. She screamed with every stroke, but she bravely kept count. As a reward, she was allowed to accompany me into the bath. She was handcuffed in the bath and blindfolded. I stood over her and let my jet run free. First over her head, I forced her to swallow something, then over her whole body. I don't think she found that very pleasant, but I didn't care. I was relieved. I showered her with cold water and let her go to the toilet herself. Then I gave her something to drink again and a few more lashes. I took metal clamps and put them on her nipples, followed by a loud scream. I couldn't let that go through. Tied up on her stomach on the bed and a few pillows under her lap. As punishment, I wanted to penetrate her from behind. But her hole was extremely small, no chance. Not even with a lot of lube. So I stretched it with my fingers. But it was no use, there was still a lot of stretching to be done. She would have died of pain. So I took her from behind, her cunt was still extremely tight but totally wet. She moaned more and more violently and came to her first orgasm of her life. I came inside her seconds later. It was quite late and I was tired. She had to spend the night on the gyn chair, it wasn't very comfortable. I spent the night completely relaxed in bed. I woke her up by hitting her stomach, she screamed in pain. We went back into the bathroom and I relieved myself again. She reluctantly had to try to swallow all my pee. It ran down the corners of her mouth, a horny sight. She was allowed to shower and we had breakfast. It was super warm outside and I decided to take her to a secluded lake. There weren't many people there, just a few pensioners. We went to a secluded spot where we were all alone. We went skinny dipping, fooled around in the water and teased each other. I was really horny for her again and we did it in the water. It was a wonderful feeling and she enjoyed it too. I came, but she didn't. We lay down in the sun. I noticed a grandpa who was always looking over and watching us. Nancy had to go to him and ask what time it was, she was embarrassed to walk around naked. Grandpa's eyes soon popped out when he saw my little submissive. He didn't have a watch, he was far too horny to find it. I asked her if she wanted to have an orgasm, she said yes. OK, I said, satisfy yourself. She had never done that before, and then in public. Very shyly, she started stroking herself until she didn't care and rubbed her cunt wildly. Grandpa has gone, who knows what he'll do now? I stopped her just before her orgasm, she was angry. We went into the water again briefly, then we went back to the apartment. She was still aroused, and so was I. In the bike cellar, I grabbed her between her legs, where she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt at my command, she was still totally wet. I undressed her, she thought we were going to do it now, but no way. I think she forgot that she had to do what I said. She had to walk naked through the stairwell to the 4th floor, but she was totally whining, that means punishment. We didn't meet anyone, lucky for her. She was allowed to go to the toilet again briefly, then she was put on the punishment bench. Blindfolded and gagged in the mouth, I fetched a whip. I beat her ass for five minutes, it was all red. I spread her legs and pulled her lips apart. Clamps with weights were hung on them for 1 minute. That must have hurt like hell, there were tears in her eyes. Salvation followed, I soothed her by stroking and licking her. She got wet again, and this time she had to ride me. Now she was the active one, I could get really deep inside her despite the tightness. And finally her desired orgasm came, for which she had to thank me by blowing. Everything was swallowed willingly, she learned quickly. She was happy, her pain and agony were forgotten. As the weekend was coming to an end, it was time to leave the apartment, but I had one more surprise. I put an extremely thin and inconspicuous chastity belt on her. She was frightened, but not a chance, so I always had her under control. She was only allowed to have sex with my permission. And so our first weekend came to an end. She said that she enjoyed it despite the pain and that she was ready for anything at any time. She was also no longer allowed to wear underwear, she could no longer touch her cunt and she was no longer a virgin.