Chapter 1
My name is Karen Clark. Last night, my master loaned me to some friends of his, a husband and wife couple. He watched as they used and abused me, and later he joined in on the action.
To see me, you wouldn't dream that I am a slave. I'm twenty-four years old, five feet eight inches tall, blonde and blue-eyed.
Men desire me, and women envy me.
Sometimes the women desire me, too. I know that I'm beautiful, so I won't bore you with any false modesty.
All my life, I've used my good looks to get what I wanted. Even when I was a little girl, I was the cutest one in the family, and I knew it.
My brothers and sisters resented me, but I didn't give a damn. It was so easy for me to get what I wanted from Mom and Dad.
When I was twelve years old, I got my period for the first time. I matured quickly, and soon blossomed into a nubile and desirable teenager.
I had it all. I was the captain of my high school cheerleading team, a member of the student council, an honor roll student.
My classmates elected me to be prom queen. My steady boyfriend was the quarterback of the school's football team. I had my own car by the time I turned seventeen.
Things got even better for me when I went to college. Boys are cute, but men have money and power. They know how to treat a gorgeous girl like me.
I breezed through college. While my classmates ate hamburgers and drank beer, I dined on caviar and drank champagne. Handsome, successful men lavished me with gifts and favors.
They gave, and I took. Oh, how I took! I had a wardrobe of the most expensive designer clothes. A boyfriend of mine, a rich oil company vice president, bought me a sporty foreign car. I had money, furs, and jewelry.
I knew the effect my body has on men. I've got a face like an angel. I could walk into the top modeling agencies in the city and immediately get a job if I wanted it.
I've got the classic American female figure: long legs, thin waist, and full, lush breasts. I'm a blonde, a natural blonde, and my shining hair falls down to the middle of my back.
I imagine that I must sound rather narcissistic to you, and, to be honest, that's what I am. Or, at least, what I was before I became a slave.
Before I became a slave, I never met a man who could turn me on as much as staring at my own nude body in the mirror would do.
I've been with a lot of men, but none of them ever excited me as much as masturbating myself did. But that's all changed now, ever since I met my master.
Master and slave-strange words to hear in this twentieth century democracy we live in. It's only strange, however, to the uninitiated.
I'm not talking about wage slaves. Just about everyone is that. No, I'm talking about sexual slaves, about people whose bodies are the property of their masters.
There's a lot more of it going around than you think. Take a good, long look at the people around you. You'd be amazed by what they do in the privacy of their own bedrooms.
That pretty suburban housewife that you see picking up her kids at the swim club-during the weekends, her husband takes her to a motel and ties her up and spanks her ass, and then he throws her on the bed and fucks her all night long.
That dynamic young executive who sits across from you on the train reading the financial section of the newspaper-secretly he's dreaming of the moment when his nude body will cringe at the booted feet of his dominant mistress.
Or, take me, for instance. If you saw me in the street, you just might stop and stare at the lovely, long-legged blonde beauty confidently striding along.
You'd never guess that the beautiful girl you were admiring had spent the previous evening tied naked to a bed, spread-eagled for her master's pleasure.
You wouldn't believe that this same girl had Writhed on the lap of a total stranger, a man who spanked her bare bottom until it was red and sore.
You couldn't believe that this girl was taken to a meeting of a society of dominant masters and their slaves, and was the sexual toy of everyone who wanted her.
You wouldn't believe these things, but they're true. They've all happened to me. That's why I'm telling you my story, so you'll know the truth about what really goes on behind locked doors and in bedrooms at night.
I'll tell you about what happened to me last night, while it's still fresh in my mind. Every time that I sit down, my aching bottom reminds me of last night's events.
It was a warm summer night, but I didn't notice the heat. I was sitting in the back seat of an air-conditioned limousine.
The sun was just setting, and the lights of the city were winking on. I was sitting next to my master. The car glided through the evening traffic.
My master's name is Matthew Slade. When we're at work, or together in public, I call him Matt. But when we're alone, or with people who know the truth about us, I call him Master.
He's a big, rugged man, about forty years old. He looks like what I've always imagined a Renaissance prince to look like: strong, powerful, and ambitious.
He was wearing an impeccably tailored, light-weight summer suit. I was wearing a q raincoat, oddly enough, even though there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
The raincoat was buttoned up from the neck down, and tightly belted. The only parts of my body that were visible were the calves of my legs, and my feet.
My feet were encased in black, patent leather pumps. They had sharp pointed toes, high arches, and four-inch high stiletto heels.
My legs were covered with dark, seamed nylons. The seams were adjusted so that they ran perfectly even along the backs of my legs.
Underneath the raincoat I wore an unconventional outfit-and that's putting it mildly.
My large breasts were held by a black leather bra. The bra. was under-wired to support someone of my voluptuous bust measurements.
My breasts were restrained in half-cups. That is, the cups of the bra were cut so that while they lifted and supported my breasts, my nipples were bare and exposed.
My nipples chafed against the rough material of the raincoat. This constant friction kept them stiffly erect, and tingling with desire.
Around my trim waist was an old-fashioned garter belt. It was made of black leather, and was trimmed with shells of black lace.
The garter belt has four fat, frilly garters.
Now, most women traded in their garter belts and stockings for pantyhose over a decade ago.
Not me. I never wear pantyhose. My master doesn't permit me to. He hates them, and says that they're the most anti-sexual garment ever invented.
I am only allowed to wear garter belts and stockings. Even on the job, during the work week, I must wear them. Since I work for my master, he is able to see that I obey his command.
When he first forced me to throw away all my pantyhose and replace them with stockings and garters, I had a lot of trouble adjusting to them.
Not anymore. Now, I love them, and I would never wear pantyhose even if I was allowed to. Garters and stockings make me feel wickedly sexy.
Anyway, my garters were fastened on to the dark tops of my stockings. Panties? I wasn't wearing any. I was naked between the garter belt and the stockings.
And that's all that I was wearing. A bra which bared my nipples, a frilly garter belt, nylons, and high heels.
My bare bottom rubbed against the inner lining of the raincoat. The raincoat itself was made of shiny black latex, a very sensuous material. The inner lining wasn't latex, but was instead a coarsely woven fiber. . My pussy tingled. Random air currents disturbed the soft curls of my pubic bush. I was very nervous, because I didn't know what my master had planned for me.
Whatever it was, I knew that I would have to sexually submit to someone. My master lets his friends use me however they like.
Some of his friends have some rather bizarre sexual preferences, to say the least. I'll tell you about them later on.
Anyway, who am I to judge? A lot of people might consider me rather bizarre, since I do anything, anything, that my master commands me. Well, who cares what the uninformed think? The hell with them all.
My master loves me, and that's the only thing that matters to me. He has other slaves, women who are as beautiful as me, but I think that he loves me best.
This car journey was tame compared to some that he's taken me on. Apart from what I was wearing under the raincoat, we looked like a normal, attractive couple out for an evening on the town., Matt rested his hand on my knee. I parted my legs and put his hand under the raincoat and closed my thighs on it, holding it there.
I didn't think he would mind. Matt permits me little liberties that he doesn't ordinarily allow his other slaves to have.
Of course, when I try to take advantage of them, he puts me in my place. Before I met him, I always manipulated people to get what I wanted, and even though I've stopped doing that, sometimes I slip back into my old ways.
Matt never lets me get away with it, though. He doesn't let a thing get by him, and he's as watchful as a hawk.
If I misbehave when we're somewhere that's private, he'll immediately pull me over his lap, raise my skirt, take down my panties, and spank me.
He's got' a strong, heavy hand. He doesn't need a paddle or a strap to make me cry like a little girl. All he needs is his open hand smacking against my bottom.
If we're somewhere in public, where it would be indiscreet to immediately correct me, he promises to spank me as soon as he can. Sure enough, the moment he's able to, he yanks me over his knees and down come my panties.
Even though he really makes my bottom ache, and makes me cry, I don't mind. I'd rather be spanked by him than worshipped by any other man. . ,;:
The limousine pulled up in front of a deluxe apartment building, a tower of steel and glass. I felt butterflies in my stomach.
Matt asked me, "Are you afraid, Karen?"
I said, "I'm very, very nervous, but I'm not afraid. I trust you, master."
He gave my thigh a little squeeze and took his hand out from between my legs. I fixed the buttons of the raincoat so that my modesty would be outwardly preserved.
The chauffeur didn't bat an eyelash. He was Matt's trusted valet, manservant, and all-around jack-of-all-trades.
His name was Li Cheong. Years ago, Matt had used his international connections to get Li out of a prison in Taiwan. Li was totally loyal to him, and there was nothing that he wouldn't do for Matt. I knew the feeling.
A uniformed doorman came out and opened the car door. Matt stepped out on the pavement, and I followed. I pulled down my raincoat so that the hem of it wouldn't ride up too high and expose my undressed condition.
We entered the building, crossed an immense carpeted lobby, and got into an elevator. It was one of those express jobs, and my stomach felt like it had dropped down to my knees as it started upwards.
Or maybe that queasy feeling was caused by the nervousness I felt. I knew that nothing bad could happen to me, but I was apprehensive about the unknown.
The elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor, and we got off it. We went down a long corridor, and stopped in front of a door.
Matt rang the bell. We must have been expected, because the door opened almost instantly. A woman stood on the other side of the threshold.
She was about forty-five years old, buxom, and in excellent physical condition. She had dark brown hair with some gray streaks in it. Her eyes were brown.
She had a wide face, a hawk-like nose, and wide, sensuous lips. She wore a simple but elegant purple robe which covered her from her neck to her ankles. I could see that her feet were covered-in pointed, black leather boots with high heels.
She said, "Matthew! Darling!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Matt kissed her back, hard. They french-kissed, and their jaw muscles worked as they fenced with their tongues.
After all that I've been through, you might find it difficult to believe that I could feel jealousy toward another woman. I can't believe it myself.
I mean, I'm only one of a stable of slave women that Matt keeps. He's given me to men and women a-like, and watched nonchalantly while they make love to me.
I've seen him make love to many women, his slaves, and others. I can never get used to it. I mean, intellectually I know that as a slave I shouldn't feel like that, but emotionally I can't help but be jealous.
Not that I ever let my jealousy show, of course. That would be really stupid, and nothing would turn Matt off faster.
I've confessed how I feel to him, and he says that it's only natural, and that after I've been his slave for a while longer, I'll get over it.
Sometimes, just to tease me, he gets me all hot and stimulated, until my pussy is dripping with juices and I want to be thrown on the bed and violently raped.
Instead, he ties me naked to a chair, inserts a dildo in my pussy, and gap me. He moves the chair so that it faces the bed, so I can see everything that happens.
Then, he brings in another of his slaves, or one of his lady friends, and he fucks her right under my eyes, while I twist helplessly in my ropes.
Sometimes, later on, they take me to bed with them, and I love that. But sometimes Matt just leaves me tied up in the chair, feeling incredibly hot and horny, but unable to do a thing about it.
That's just one of the many games that he plays with my head. But even though I often get frustrated to the point of tears, I love it.
Matt's the only man who ever mastered me. He's the only person who treats me the way I want to be treated-the way I deserve to be treated. That is, he treats me like the slave I am. And I love it.
Some hot flashes of jealousy shot through me as I watched Matt passionately kiss the woman in the apartment. I didn't say anything, and I kept my expression bland and neutral.
Matt reached up and casually fondled the woman's buxom breasts. He broke off the kiss and fondly patted her on the behind.
He said, "You're looking more beautiful than ever, Elaine."
She laughed. "You're a liar, dear Matthew, but I love you for it." She looked over his shoulder at me. Her eyes narrowed as she appraised me.
She must have liked what she saw, because she licked her lips and smiled. I knew then that she was going to make love to me, and I wondered what she would be like in bed.
She seemed strong and forceful, and I liked that.. I love it when strong masters control me in bed and know how to dominate me and make me obey.
Matt saw her staring at me. He said, "This is the girl I was telling you about, Elaine. Her name's Karen. I think you're going to like her."
"I'm sure I will," she murmured. "Well, let's not stand out here all night. Come in. Gene is inside, making the drinks."
I followed Matt into the apartment. It was a lovely place, beautifully furnished, and decorated with excellent taste.
Elaine put her hand on my shoulder. "Let me hang up your coat, dear."
Matt said, "Let that wait a little while, Elaine." Elaine shrugged and then led us into the living room.
A man was standing at the bar, pouring liquid from a shaker into cocktail glasses. I assumed that he was Elaine's husband or boyfriend.
He was about the same age as she was. He had a stocky, muscular build, and a broad, seamed, craggy face. His hair was curly and gray. He wore a button-down shirt and slacks.
He waved a cheery greeting. "Matt! Great to see you! I'll be with you in a second, as soon as I get done pouring."
"No sweat, Gene," Matt said. 'Take your time, I'm in no rush."
Elaine sat down on the couch. Matt sat next to her. I remained standing near Matt until he said, "You may sit, Karen."
I started to sit down on the couch, but Matt shook his head. "Not there," he said. "You may sit at my feet." .
I blushed with embarrassment at my thoughtless mistake. Still, I knew that it was always better to err on the side of discretion, rather than exhibiting my slave status in front of strangers who might not be into the scene.
So, I sat down on the fluffy, deep-pile carpet at Matt's feet. I brushed my hair out of my face and hugged my knees and waited.
Elaine said, "I see you've got her well-trained, Matthew."
He said, "I'll let you and Gene be the judges of that."
Gene came over and set down a tray of drinks on the coffee table. I noticed that there were four of them, and I looked questioningly at Matt.
He said, "That's not for you, Karen." He explained to the couple, "I don't permit Karen to drink alcohol or take drugs when I take her visiting. Of course, if you'd care to permit her to do so later, that's your prerogative, of course."
"Well see," Elaine said. Matthew said that since I was probably thirsty, I would be allowed to have some non-alcoholic sparkling water. I gratefully thanked him.
I sat at Matt's feet and sipped the beverage while he and his friends made small talk. They spoke of people and places and mutual friends who I had never heard of.
I didn't mind. I was happy to be sitting at my master's feet. I could feel Elaine and Gene staring at me with curiosity and fascination.
Finally, Elaine broke the ice. She said, "Your slave is very lovely, Matthew. You are a beautiful girl, Karen."
"Thank you," I said softly. "I'm sorry, but I don't know how to address you."
She said, "You may call me Mistress Elaine, or just plain Mistress. And this is Master Gene, or Master, if you prefer."
Matt said, "Stand up, Karen. I want to show you off."
I put down my glass and rose to my feet. Matt stood up, too. He unbelted my raincoat and unbuttoned the buttons. I held out my arms so that he could remove the coat.
Matt took the black latex raincoat off me. The apartment was comfortably warm, but tiny goose bumps rose on my flesh as my body was displayed.
Gene and Elaine both leaned forward. Gene set down his drink, and Elaine took a sharp, sudden breath. Both their eyes were hot with lust.
Matt grinned, enjoying the scene. Since he hadn't commanded me to act sexy and provocative, I stood there quietly and let my body do the talking.
Elaine said, "She is beautiful indeed ... "
Gene said admiringly, "Dammit, Matt, I don't know how you do it! Where do you find gorgeous girls like this?!"
Matt laughed. "In Karen's case, I didn't have to look very hard at all. She was right under my nose. She works for me-both officially, and on her own time as well."
"What will she do?" Elaine asked.
"Whatever you want her to do," Matt replied. "Karen does it all. Just tell her what you want, and she'll do it gladly. The only things that I don't permit are heavy pain and scat, although Karen's so devoted to me that she'd undergo them if I wanted her to-but I don't. Apart from those two restrictions, the only thing that limits you and Gene are your imaginations."
Matt turned to me. "You've done this before, Karen, so you know the ground rules. I want you to obey Gene and Elaine the way that you obey me."
"Of course, Master," I murmured.
Matt said to the couple, "She's yours. As you can plainly see, she's got a sensational body, and I can testify that she has a most skillful mouth as well. I may join in later, but for now, I prefer to watch."
He sat down and picked up his drink. Elaine said, "Answer me truthfully, Karen. Do you like to be tied up? And spanked? And humiliated? And raped by a man and a woman at the same time?"
I simply answered, "Yes, Mistress, I do. I love all those things."
"Then you're in luck," Gene said, "because that's just what we love to do to pretty slave girls like you."
Elaine stood up and came over to me. She said, 'Take this robe off me, slave."
I undid the knot of her sash and opened the robe and took it off her body. I was amazed and thrilled by what I saw.
Under the robe, Elaine was outfitted in the garb of a dominant mistress. My mouth was dry and my heart beat rapidly as I stared worshipfully at her.
She wore a pair of thigh-high black leather boots that made her look like a pirate queen. Her smooth thighs were white as soap flakes.
She wore a pair of black lace panties. They were transparent, and I could see her dark, thick pubic bush underneath them.
Cinched around her middle was a black leather, corset. Her firm breasts were bare. The nipples were hard and brown.
She wore .leather bracelets on her wrists. They were made of thick leather and had little steel spikes coming out of them.
Although she hadn't commanded me to do so, I dropped to my knees. It seemed like the best way I could demonstrate my respect for her dominance.
I asked humbly, "May I kiss your boot, Mistress?"
"I'll give the orders around here, slave," she said. "But, under the circumstances, I think it's fitting that you do so."
I bent forward, lowering my head. My hair spilled across my shoulders and fanned out on the floor. I pressed my lips to the polished leather.
Very submissively and worshipfully I kissed the toe of one boot and then the other. Elaine stood there with her hands on her hips.
Gene took off his clothes. He wore black boots, a black leather G-string, and' a pair of tight-fitting black leather gloves. The hair on his muscular chest was gray and iron-colored.
He came over to me. He held a stiff, black leather collar. Elaine said, "Raise up your head slave."
I did so. Gene brushed aside my hair and fastened the collar around my neck. He buckled it on me so that it fit closely but didn't choke me.
He rubbed the shiny top of his boot against my thigh. He told me to kiss his boots. The leather was smooth and fine-grained against my lips.
Elaine asked Gene, "Would you like to spank her first, or shall I?" Gene said that he would do it first, as long as she didn't mind. She didn't mind.
Gene got some rope. Elaine said that he should tie me with my hands in front of me. Gene told me to stand up and hold my hands in front of me.
Elaine tied the rope around my wrists, binding them together. I had to hold my head level, because the stiff collar didn't allow me to tilt my head too far forward.
Elaine expertly threw a loop over my wrists, put a couple of hitches in it, and tightened the knot. She tested it to make sure that it was secure.
There was a warmth in my belly and a tingling excitement in my pussy when I was tied. I felt good because I knew that I wouldn't have to do anything but obey.
Gene sat down on the couch. Elaine put her arm around my waist and led me to him. My flesh felt electrified where her arm touched it.
When she let go of me, her fingers brushed across my thigh. I knew that she wanted to fuck me, and I was glad, because I wanted to give myself to her.
Gene said, "We feel that it's always a good idea to discipline slave girls before they misbehave, rather than after. That way, they know in advance the penalty for disobedience, and are less likely to disobey."
He patted his lap. "I'm sure that you know the position, slave, so don't waste any time. Come over here and get across my knees."
It was a bit awkward getting on his lap, since my bound hands hindered my movements. Elaine helped me get in position.
I lay down on Gene's lap. His legs were hairy and rubbed against my thighs. My pussy rubbed against his leather G-string. The smell of leather filled my nostrils.
Elaine sat down on the couch not far from Gene. I glanced over my shoulder, and saw that Matt had moved his chair so that he'd have a better view of what was happening.
I stretched out my arms in front of me. My breasts in their leather half-bra rubbed against Gene's taut legs.
Gene rubbed my bottom. The leather gloves on his hands felt smooth and sensuous. He fondled my cheeks, squeezing and rubbing them.
He said, "You have a gorgeous ass, slave, but it's a bit tooj pale for my taste. I'm going to put some red in it."
Elaine handed him a paddle. It was shaped like an oversized ping-pong paddle. Gene rubbed the flat of it against my bottom before spanking me.
He slipped his arm around my waist, holding me in position on his lap. He looped his leg around my legs, so that I wouldn't be able to kick or thrash.
He raised the paddle and cracked it down on my bottom. I grunted from the impact of it. My hair fell across my face, covering my eyes so that I couldn't see very well.
Gene paddled me slowly and deliberately. The effect of the spanks added up. At first my behind was kind of numb from it, but it started to get warmer and warmer.
After the first ten, I was really feeling the pain. My buttocks felt like they were sunburned. Each time the paddle smacked down on my ass, I felt hotter.
After I had taken twenty spanks, my composure had broken down. I twisted on Gene's lap as each new swat came down.
You can imagine what having a lapful of warm, wriggling girl was doing to Gene. I felt his hard cock bulging in his leather G-string.
After the twenty-fifth spank, I moaned every time that I was hit. Elaine raised her foot and rested it on the cushions right by my face.
She said, "Suck the boot, slave girl."
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the pointed leather toe. It was hard and slick and unyielding in my soft mouth.
I moved my lips back and forth on it, wetting the leather. All the while, Gene continued to paddle me. I still moaned, but not as loudly.
Some saliva dribbled down my chin. As I sucked Elaine's boot, she played with her breasts, fondling and rubbing them.
Her nipples became hard and pointed. I wished that I was sucking them instead of the boot, but I had no say in the matter, of course.
Whenever I'm being spanked, there comes a point when I stop fighting the pain and just give up my will and totally submit to my punishment.
That's what happened after the fortieth spank. I hurt more than ever, but I didn't fight or wriggle or try to escape the stinging blows.
I surrendered to my punishment. Hot tears fell from my eyes and dribbled down my cheeks. My body was beaded with a fine sheen of perspiration.
My pussy was hot and dripping. My nipples were hard. I heard the sound of the paddle cutting the air, then cracking against my bottom.
Gene stopped after the fiftieth spank and put down the paddle. My behind felt like I had scalded it by sitting on a hot stove.
My shoulders heaved with silent sobs. I gasped as Gene fondled my bottom. His leather-gloved hands parted my buttocks.
He stroked the cleft between my bottom cheeks. His finger poked at my tight anus, probing at the brown, puckered opening.
He rubbed my pussy. He inserted his finger between my cunt lips and eased it into me. I squirmed as the intruder entered me.
He took out his finger. The leather was shiny with my juices. He raised it to his nose and inhaled deeply like he was sniffing a flower.
Elaine took her boot away from my mouth. She patted my head and told me that I was a good little slave girl.
She and Gene discussed what they should do to me. I lay across Gene's lap as they talked. I buried my wet face in my arms and didn't move.
Gene said that he was so horny that he wanted some release right now. Elaine said that that was fine, and that she would take over the spanking chores.
I shivered when I heard that. My bottom was already super sore. I was hoping that they would fuck me, rather than discipline me some more.
I realized that it didn't matter what I wanted. My wishes meant less than nothing. I was a slave. All that mattered was what Gene and Elaine wanted.
I got off Gene's lap so that he could switch positions with Elaine. She sat down where he had been sitting, and pulled me over her knees.
Her taut legs were smooth and warm under me. I sighed as I settled in on her broad lap. She ran her fingers down my back in slow, teasing strokes.
Gene undid the tiny leather garment that held his sex. His cock sprang out as the G-string was removed. His cock was medium-sized, but very thick in diameter. It had a blunt, swollen head.
He sat down next to Elaine, so that their legs were touching. Gene held his cock in his leather-gloved hand.
He said, "Suck it sweetly, slave girl. Suck it sweetly."
The way I was lying on Elaine's lap, my head was poised over Gene's groin. He held his fleshy shaft straight up, so that the head was right under me.
I licked my lips to moisten them. I lowered my head and kissed the tip of his cock. Then I took it in my mouth.
It was much better than sucking the boot. It was hot against my tongue. The stiff shaft throbbed with desire.
I started sucking. I pursed my lips and glided them along Gene's shaft. His sensitive flesh touched only my lips, not my teeth.
I squirmed as Elaine inserted two fingers into my cunt. She shoved them in deeply, but not so much so that she hurt me.
I felt really good and peaceful. I was satisfied having my mouth and my pussy filled at the same time.
Elaine picked up the paddle with her free hand and began spanking me. She didn't hit me as hard as Gene did. I don't think it was because she was more merciful than he was. She probably didn't want to hit me so hard that I would reflexively clench my teeth in pain while I was sucking Gene.
Anyway, she didn't have to hit me all that hard. My behind was already so sore that it hurt like blazes even when she laid a light Stroke across it.
So there I was, stretched across the lap of a dominant mistress, being spanked and having my pussy fingered while I sucked off her husband.
My bottom quivered with each stroke that Elaine gave me. I cried silently. Fat tears flowed from my eyes while I sucked Gene's cock.
Gene relaxed and leaned back so that the back of his head rested against the couch. His eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure.
My blonde hair spilled across his lap and thighs. It brushed his flesh as my head bobbed up and down. His shaft disappeared-between my lips, then reappeared until only the head of his cock was between my lips.
Then I would lower my head once more, his shaft would be swallowed up, and the cycle would begin again.
My bottom tingled as it waited for the next swat to come down on it, a swat that never came. Instead, Elaine lowered her head and kissed my aching bottom.
I gasped with delighted surprise. Elaine put the paddle away. Her fingers were still buried in my cunt, and now, her other hand caressed my bottom.
Her fingertips grazed my burning buttocks, sending hot and cold chills up my spine. I concentrated on sucking off Gene, and didn't miss a beat.
Gene's chest rose and fell faster and faster as his breathing quickened. Whenever his cock reappeared outside my mouth, it was so red and angry that I knew that he was going to come soon.
Elaine parted my buttocks. She had to take her fingers out of me to do so, and my pussy ached for something to fill it.
Elaine moistened her finger with her own saliva. It poked at my anus, then slowly slid into me, until it was buried in my ass.
With her free hand, she returned once more to my pussy. She rubbed my cunt lips, and toyed idly with my pussy hair.
Her fingers searched out my clitoris and gently rubbed it. I shivered from the pleasure of it. She had a soft, skillful touch.
Gene suddenly took hold of my head and pressed down on it so that I couldn't raise it up. His cock was deep in my throat.
I pressed my tongue against the underside of his shaft. He raised his buttocks off the couch cushions. His cock quivered.
Come spurted out of the head of his cock. The fluid splashed on the soft tissues at the back of my throat. I sucked and slurped, swallowing it down.
Before I became Matt's slave, I never had a man's cock in my mouth. Cm the few occasions that I went to bed with one of my ardent admirers, all that mattered was my pleasure. I would let them eat me, but I always refused to put my mouth on a man's cock or a woman's pussy.
How long ago that was! It was really only a few months in the past, but I had changed so much since then that it was like an eternity.
Now, I swallowed Gene's come, gulping it down. He held my head until the last drop of semen had been squeezed out of his swollen balls into my mouth.
Gene slumped back on the couch, all the tension gone from his muscles. He closed his eyes. There was a satisfied smile on his face.
Now it was Elaine's turn. She took her finger out of my bottom and her other hand away from my pussy and told me to get up.
My buttocks were sore and burning, and every move that I made sent hot flashes of pain through me. My pussy was dripping wet.
Elaine stood up. She told me to take off her panties. She added that I was forbidden to use my hands, and that I would have to accomplish the task with my teeth alone.
She stood with her hands on her hips and her legs held close together. I got on my knees. I pressed the side of my face against her thighs.
They were warm and smooth and white as ivory. I extended my tongue to its greatest length, so that the muscles at the root of it were sore from the strain.
"I slipped my Umber tongue tip under the elastic waistband of her lace panties at a place over her hip. I lifted the fabric off her warm flesh.
I gripped the waistband between my front teeth. I lowered my head, pulling the panties down off her hips. It was a long, slow process.
As I worked the panties off her, my bare breasts rubbed against her gleaming leather boots. My nipples tingled when they grazed the black leather.
When I got the panties down off her thighs and to her knees, she patted my head and told me to stop. She took them off the rest of the way and stepped out of them.
She turned so that her bottom was level with my face. She said, "Kiss it, slave." She reached behind her and grasped my hair and pulled my face into her flesh.
I licked the smooth cheeks of her behind. I pressed 'my warm lips against them. I stuck my nose between the crack of her buttocks and licked it.
Elaine sat down on the couch and spread her booted legs wide. I knelt on the carpet in front of her. She pulled my head toward her crotch.
I rubbed my cheeks against her curly pubic bush. The hair was .soft as fur and tickled my skin. I could smell the aroma of her pussy, a rich, musky fragrance that intoxicated me.
I pressed my soft lips against the lips of her pussy. My tongue snaked out of my mouth and glided over the fleshy folds of her cunt.
I licked her lips. I licked the outside of them and then my tongue dipped inside her and tingled with the taste of her and I licked the inside of her pussy lips, too.
Her tissues were slippery and sleek against my tongue. Elaine sighed and tilted her pelvis forward so that her cunt pressed harder against my mouth.
She tasted good. L let my tongue travel slowly up her slit. My tongue tip encountered her clitoris and rubbed over it.
I pressed my wet lips against her clitoris. I glided my tongue over it. Elaine's thighs flexed with pleasure.
Gene came over to me. While I ate out his wife, he knelt behind me. His gloved hands cupped and caressed my breasts.
He pinched my nipples. They were stiff and throbbing, and the feel of his leather-covered fingers against them filled me with excitement.
Elaine's hands pressed against the top of my head, holding me close to her pussy. I pressed my lips on her clitoris and gently sucked it between them.
My lips held her clitoris while my tongue lashed over it. Elaine moaned and shivered. When she came her whole body quaked with excitement.
Gene pointed, across the living room and down the hall. There was an open door at the end of the corridor. He said that was the bedroom, and ordered me to crawl to it.
It was a long way to go, and the trip was made more difficult by the fact that my hands were tied. My knees rubbed against the deep-pile carpet.
I tore some runs, in my stockings, but that was okay, because I had a couple dozen more pairs of them in my clothes closet at home.
The door seemed miles away, and I thought that I would never get there. The time it took me to reach it gave Gene and Elaine an opportunity to recover.
When I reached the threshold of the room, Gene, Elaine, and Matt came down the hall. I heard their feet on the wooden floor.
Elaine stepped around me and turned on the lights in the bedroom. It was stark and modem and dominated by a big bed.;
Elaine told me to stand up. She put her hands under my arms and helped me to my feet. She stood face to face with me and embraced me.
Her bare breast rubbed against mine. The soft flesh of our breasts yielded as they pressed against each other.
Her booted legs rubbed against my nyloned ones. She crushed my mouth with hers and stuck her tongue inside and probed my mouth.
Gene embraced me from behind. His bock rested between the clef t of my buttocks. It stiffened and grew as it nestled there.
I was the center section in a human sandwich. Warm flesh arid cool leather pressed against me. Elaine and Gene fondled me.
Matt arranged a chair so that it had a good view of the bed. It was pretty obvious that that was where we were going to wind up.
Elaine and Gene moved away from me. My flesh was cool now that they were no longer pressing against me. That is, all my flesh was cool except for my paddled bottom and my hot pussy.
Gene told me to he down on my back on the bed. He and Elaine each took a length of manila rope. They came toward me.
Gene raised my bound hands back over my head. He tied the new rope between the bonds holding my wrists together.
He tied the free end of the rope to the headboard of the bed. At the same time, Elaine was working on my legs.
She threw loops around my ankles, and tied me so that my legs were spread-eagled wide open.
Gene came to me. His cock was thick and hard. The mattress sank under the weight of him as he climbed on the bed.
My pussy was wet and ready for a fucking. He lowered himself on to me. His hands caressed my hyloned legs, and rubbed my thighs.
He took his cock in his hand. He still had his leather gloves on. I moaned as the blunt tip of his cock spread my pussy lips and forced its way inside me.
This was what I was waiting for. I was spanked to remind me of my slave status. But I was a sex slave, and I was happy to be used for that purpose.
Gene's cock was thick and full inside me. He grunted as he shoved it into me. Its inflamed head rubbed against the wet walls of my pussy.
His black leather gloves wrapped around my white hips. His bare legs rubbed against my nyloned one. My feet were still tightly held in my high-heeled shoes.
When Gene was fully lodged inside me, he started pumping his hips back and forth. His thick cock glided in and out, in and out.
Elaine came to the head of the bed. She said, "You're such an excellent pussy-eater that I'm back for more, slave."
She climbed on the bed and straddled my head. Her leather-covered legs pressed against my cheeks, and the smell of leather and of her pussy filled my nose.
She moved forward and sat on my face. The light was blotted out and I was covered in a hot, wet darkness.
Her pussy lips pressed against my lips. My tongue flicked out and searched for her clitoris. I found it and began to lick it.
The bedsprings groaned as Gene fucked me with his cock and Elaine fucked my mouth with her pussy. I hoped that it would never stop.
Gene's cock thrust into me again and again, each stroke sending new waves of heat through me. I wriggled under him.
Every time I moved, pain shot through my well-paddled bottom. But even the pain was a turn-on, because it only made things more intense.
I felt like I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all, but I didn't neglect to keep on licking Elaine's cunt.
Even with her booted legs covering my ears, I could hear her gasps and groans of pleasure. She rocked her hips back and forth on my face.
Gene thrust deep into me. His stiff cock quivered. He came, and shot a load of semen inside me. The soothing fluid bathed the heated membranes of my pussy. His fingers gripped my thighs.
I pressed the very tip of my tongue against the center of Elaine's clitoris. No matter how she bucked and shifted, I kept my tongue always pressed against her fleshy button.
She squeezed her legs against me as she came. A shudder rippled through her body. She stopped moving and sat on my face and shivered.
After a while, Elaine and Gene got off me. I felt unhappy as I felt Gene's cock slide out of my pussy and leave it empty and unfilled except for the come that he had left inside it.
Elaine lifted her thighs off my face. The light was too bright, and I shut my eyes. I felt exhausted and drained of energy.
They didn't feel the same. The pair of them switched positions. Gene straddled my face and fed his semi-erect cock into my mouth.
I sucked greedily on it. Elaine got between my spread-eagled legs. Her fingers separated the lips of my pussy and her tongue licked my clitoris.
I writhed with pleasure. I loved the feel of the ropes cutting into the soft flesh of my wrists and my ankles. I loved Elaine and Gene making love to me.
Matt came over to the bed. He was naked. I caught a glimpse of him over Gene's taut thighs. Then Matt moved behind Gene, out of sight. I kept on sucking.
I heard Elaine moan. She continued to eat me, but there was a new rocking motion coming from the part of the bed she was on.
It wasn't hard to guess what was happening. Elaine was kneeling on the mattress with her face on my cunt and her ass raised in the air.
Matt stood behind her and held her hips and thrust his cock into her pussy. He fucked her while she ate me while I sucked off Gene.
I was nothing more than a body being used for the pleasure of my master and his friends. That was all that I wanted to be. I was happy and content.
I had no worries.
I had no complaints.
And most of all I had no responsibility!