New Feature: Video links

I have found a site with a lot of great videos and though they want you to pay for unlimited access, every 2 days or so you can watch and often download 2 or 3 videos for free. I am going to post links of what i find that are excellent videos that i think my readers would love! Here's one of a woman bent over and whipped now And here's another of a woman bent over and whipped

First post in a long time. First post in a new series. "Best TIme With A Slave"

As you may have noticed, I have not written here in a very long time. That is because my other writing projects as well as work and life have just made it too difficult to blog as regularly as I used to do.  However, this blog still has thousands of readers every month and I still get email from fans of the blog begging (of course) me to continue to post, as well as suggesting ideas for various posts. One suggestion that I liked and I thought I could handle faster than working on a theme for instance, was that I just relate one of my favorite episodes with each of the submissives I have written about here in the past. With some slaves, that's going to be harder than others, because I haven't figured out which my very favorite rendezvous was, and I will most likely need to relate them as a group of favorites, and not just one. But while the notion of doing a “Best of” retrospective seems fun, it will also be problematic as I no doubt related some of these events in previous posts, and while that was a long, long time ago, people are clearly currently reading those posts so they may seem more redundant to some of you. Nevertheless I am going to give it a try and I thought I would start with slave Kayla because one of our times together clearly stands out. We had rented a vacation property for a few days out in Pennsylvania in a quiet little town, and in a Range Rover off slave Kayla and I went into the heart of the mountains of Pennsylvania. We arrived on a warm night and I handed Kayla a bag with her collar and wrist and Ankle cuffs and informed her that these would be her only outfit for evening. We were right in front of the door and she nervously asked if she had to get into that outfit while we were still outside? It was tempting and I was fairly certain there was no one around but I couldn't be a hundred percent sure so rather than have her get undressed and put the collar and cuffs on while standing outside, I told her to simply remove her pants and shirt and she went into the house barefoot in a thong and bra. Kayla was up for trying just about anything and her willingness to get undressed outside started our evening off in a very good light. Once inside Kayla immediately stripped off the remaining underwear and shackled up. As I have previously mentioned she had a very exquisite body, thin and tanned with very large, firm breasts and a nice, tight ass.    As readers of my blogs know, I like to command slaves to touch themselves often. I like watching them play with their pussies and their assholes. In particular, their asses because I found most of my slaves did not routinely touch themselves there for pleasure. Some slaves, like M, never touched themselves unless I commanded it, or grabbed their hand and did it for them, and she was particularly embarrassed playing with her asshole on command. Others, like Kayla, were much more comfortable masturbating regularly and though she wasn’t particularly embarrassed with anything I made her do, unless I wanted to watch her make herself cum, I often demanded self-anal stimulation, instead. And so it was that I had slave Kayla turn around, bend over, and after spreading her cheeks and listing everything she knew I would be doing to her ass and asshole in humiliating detail, I then commanded her to play with her tight little back-hole. As usual, she bought on an entertaining show. By now, I knew she would appreciate some champagne so I opened one of the bags I brought in and I pulled out a box and I reached into a cooler that had a chilled bottle of champagne.  From the box I pulled out a champagne flute, a pet-bowl and a long, elegant, tapered candle with a slightly flared base. I opened the champagne and poured it into the glass and the bowl and I placed the bowl on the floor  right next to a recliner I had already staked out.   Kayla immediately got down on her hands and knees, figuring out her place in all of this. However I explained that we would drink by candlelight, and I handed her the candle and  told her the candle holder I had brought along was a little snug for the larger base of the candle, and I would need her to lubricate the candle. She turned around so that her pussy was facing me and laid back and brought the candle to her lips and began to lick the candle before bringing it between her legs and began to masturbate with it.   In and out she'd thrust it but when she began to moan I decided, "That's enough."  I reached out and snatched the candle from her hand and told her to get back up on her hands and knees, ready to drink her champagne. She positioned herself in front of her bowl and I stood up and walked behind her and knelt down and began to shove the thick end of the candle into her tight asshole. She leaned forward and stuck her ass up when she realized what I was doing and I pushed the candle in, and she let out a soft moan as it penetrated, and then I inserted it several inches so that it would be secure. Of course I brought a candle that's the opposite of dripless, and I was soon rewarded by the lovely site of hot beads of wax dripping down the shaft and her wiggling her butt enticingly as the hot wax bathed the edges of her hole and dripped a bit on her cheeks..   I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks and I dipped one of my feet into her bowel and held it to her mouth. She went to work cleaning the champagne from my toes, carefully licking between each one and then sucking each toe like it was a little cock. Kayla had an eager mouth but she didn't always spend as much time on little bits of servitude as I would have liked her too. She was happy to suck cock for a long time but only spent the cursory amount of time licking my toes cleaning my feet kissing my ass or licking my asshole. After a while I came to believe she did it on purpose because her brief performances were always met with punishment. And so it was to be on this occasion as well. I attached a thin, chain leash to Kayla’s collar and led her over to a small divan and bent her over it. I chained her hands behind her back, and surveyed my beautiful canvas. I retrieved a leather riding crop and paddle. These were some of my most gentle implements of punishment as I was going to ease her into it before the severe punishments I had been contemplating the entire drive up. I started by simply hand spanking her, many strikes, not very hard, but in fast succession, making her moan from the sting nevertheless. I then moved on to the crop. Again, landing blows more stringently, but not very harshly, and now they were slow and measured. Finally, I landed blows with the leather paddle, enough to sting, and her ass was beginning to take on a lovely shade of pink. I didn’t want it too red as I wanted the upcoming stripes of the whip to be very visible. I left her bent over and I went into the hallway where there was a staircase leading to the bedrooms upstairs. I took a rope from our luggage and tied it from midway up the staircase and tossed it down from the side. I went back to the living room and grabbed the leash to Kayla's collar and led her on standing this time, as her hands were still chained behind her, into the hallway. I un-clipped her wrists and commanded her to raise her hands above her head and then I clipped her wrist cuffs together and tied them above her head., going back up the stairs and pulling on the rope until her body was standing taut. Had I pulled any harder she would have had to get up on her tiptoes. She instinctively turned away from me, presenting her back and ass for the whip, but I wasn't ready for that just yet. “Turn around,” I commanded. She did so, and looked at me and I could tell she was considering what I was going to do first,and when I held up the two adjustable clamps, I could tell from her expression that she had already guessed that she was in for nipple pain. I adjusted the tension of the clamps so they wouldn't start out very tight, and then snapped them on her nipples. I could tell from her expression that she was surprised how comfortable I had set the pressure. She was clearly expecting a more painful introduction. But then understanding dawned when she remembered how I like to use adjustable nipple clamps. I like to slowly tighten them while I look into the eyes of my slave. I began to see a little fear as she realized I might choose to tighten them a lot more than she would like.. Just as I could feel her right nipple offer resistance, just at the point where the clamp would begin to get painful, I reached between her legs and brought two fingers between her lips. She was not as wet as I expected and I imagine that was as much from trepidation as anything else. But a little thrusting in and out between her lips while rubbing her clit with my thumb took care of that. Once my fingers were soaked I pulled them out and stuck them in her mouth and she obediently licked and sucked each one clean. Then I went back to tightening the clamp. The look on her face was all pleasure from the pussy massage, but as I began to tighten the clamp it turned slowly to an expression of pain. I considered stopping right there, but I decided I wanted her to beg. It soon became clear that either she didn't want to give in to the pain or begging me to stop didn't occur to her, since she suffered in relative silence, gasping with her eyes tightly shut, I offered, "Does that hurt slave?" She shook her head and said "yes, terribly." “Then you might want to beg me to stop because I intend to keep tightening it if you don't." "Please stop, Mercy!" "Who can resist a beautiful, young slave when she begs so submissively?" I smiled, then began tightening the clamp on her other nipple. This time she was much more quick to beg, but I was slower to respond as I mentioned, " this one isn't nearly as tight. So I think you've earned additional punishment for trying to get off easy." Sensing her mistake, and unsure if the further punishment would be inflicted on her tender nipples, she quickly responded, "I'm sorry Master, please make the clamp tighter. Please hurt my nipple." This was a slave who knew exactly what to say to get back on my good side! Nevertheless, I enjoyed punishing her too much to let her off the hook. I smiled, and continued to increase the pressure until the pain was evident in her pleading expression. Then, I added a few clothespins around the clamps before I grabbed the clamps and twisted them both, just enough to elicit a strong gasp as her eyes tightly shut and then I released them to stick my hand between her legs and massage her pussy again then I grabbed the clamps and I continued to alternate between hurting her nipples and rubbing her pussy. After a while it was clear the pain was winning out she begged me to remove the clamps and I told her that I was going to rub her pussy until she came. And if she reached orgasm within 3 minutes I would remove the clamps and if it took longer I would look at the total time it took for her to orgasm and that's how much longer I would leave the clamps on after her orgasm. For most slaves this would normally not be a very difficult task. but of all the women who submitted to me, Kayla was the least able to orgasm on command, much less to be able to cum in a set amount of time.  I could see her dismay as she was clearly already accepting her fate.  But then I reached into the bag and pulled out her favorite vibrator. She smiled because she suddenly realized she had a chance at some relief for her nipples. And indeed, she actually did it with almost half a minute to spare. I removed the clamps and she cried out as the jolt of pain shot through each one as the blood returned. I kissed her deeply, grabbing her ass and massaging her cheeks as I began to work two fingers between them, shoving them deeply up her asshole. I had to brush away some wax as I did so, and I smiled thinking about what a beautiful sight she had been on the ground with a lit candle sticking out of her ass. There's nothing more exciting or beautiful than a willing slave on her hands and knees, cheeks spread, willing to give everything to her master. There was still so much I wanted to do but I was also aching to have my cock in every one of her holes. So I knew I didn't have much time before I would have to make it so. I turned her around and went over to our bags to retrieve my whips. When I returned, she was dutifully still standing facing away, towards the stairs, waiting for her punishment to continue. I had chosen a short leather bullwhip and a knotted cat o' nine tails. My two favorite whips to take to the back and ass of a slave tied standing. Kayla was one of the slaves I knew that could take a good whipping to her back. Any sub I ever spent much time with could take a spanking, whipping, caning and paddling of their ass, otherwise they probably didn’t enjoy their time with me. But not everyone can take a whip to their back, though of course, I’ve never whipped any woman’s back as hard as I have whipped their ass. Nevertheless, we were looking to explore Kayla’s limits , and so I brought the lashes down across her back almost as many times as I whipped her bottom. And we had decided to make the strokes fairly hard across her back as well. While Kayla’s tolerance to pain wasn’t as great as some of the other women I’d known, she was always looking to challenge those limits and she had a lovely habit of seeking out interesting items to use in her punishment, never worrying how painful they might be. She once brought me a long phone cord that she wanted me to use on her back and ass. Having never whipped anyone with a phone cord before, it was hard to gauge and she tried her best to take every stroke, and it was clear from the marks that her back and ass both suffered, but she never gave up and was very happy she handled that punishment. And it certainly gave us both insight into how much she could take. Now, many subs are afraid of knotted whips like the cat o’ nine but most have reported that the short bullwhip was the more painful of the two. I started with the cat, and indeed I had to give it a lot of force to get a reaction when I beat her ass, but of course less so when I took it to her back. Lovely welts were raising across her backside and my cock was straining, still trapped under my clothes. I wasn’t sure how much more either of us could take, though I didn’t mention that as I was pretty sure as I rained lashes down across her back and buttocks that she wouldn’t find the situations comparable. She took the bullwhip almost as well as she took the cat, and finally I was satiated and she was wet and ready. I climbed up the stairs and untied her wrists. As she rubbed her ass and tried to stretch around and see her welts I came to her and pushed her down to her knees. She opened my belt and pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. She started to stroke it while bringing her mouth below, licking and sucking my balls before raking her tongues up and down my shaft, before finally taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. Soon, I pulled out and she got on her hands and knees expecting me to enter her from behind, but I nudged her onto her back and then chained her wrists to her ankles and pushed her back and brought my face between those beautiful cheeks and stuck my tongue up her ass, working it deeper and deeper before pulling it out and running it up and down the cleft between her cheeks, and then planting kisses all over her beautiful, crimson welted buttocks. Then I got to work on her pussy. I enjoyed the light taste of Kayla’s pussy, like a ripe and juicy cantaloupe. I could eat her for hours, alternating between her ass and pussy, but my cock was still throbbing. I unchained her wrists from her ankles and rolled her onto her belly. She got back up on her hands and knees and this time I got down behind her and entered. Her pussy was soaked and I slid right in. This was her preferred position to get fucked, and I loved the view of her striped ass and puckered, tight little asshole. I licked my fingers and started to work them into her tight ass, one by one, and as I continued to pound her pussy and worked my fingers in her asshole, she cried out “Please shove your cock in my ass!” I did as Kayla begged and pulled out of her pussy and plunged my slippery cock right up her tight asshole. She gasped and fell forward onto her elbows as I fucked her ass as vigorously as I used her pussy. I could tell I would need to explode soon, and wanted to do that in her pussy, but I wasn’t done with using all her holes yet. All my subs know that even if I plan on coming in their pussies and not their mouths, they still all knew at various times I would pull out and make them suck on my cock as I love when a slave licks their pussy or ass off my cock. Two of my slaves particularly enjoyed that the most:. Slave Kayla was one of them and Slave M was the other.. I believe M liked it because it made her feel extremely submissive. But I had a sneaking suspicion Kayla liked it because she liked to imagine it was another woman's taste she was licking off. Unlike M, Kayla had expressed a desire to be involved with other women, either as a fellow submissive or are even more enticingly. as a visiting mistress. I wondered if that was what she was thinking but I never remembered to ask. I pulled out of her asshole abruptly and she let out a loud gasp. I walked around her, checking my cock to make sure it was suitable to shove down her throat, and it was, so placing myself, standing in front of her, she got up on her knees and commanded her to lick my cock clean. She tentatively began to lick in small strokes, before suddenly devouring my cock in her mouth, once again it as deeply as she could. I announced that I did not give her permission to suck my cock yet, and bent over her and began to spank her sore ass while thrusting my cock even deeper down her throat. She sucked dutifully until I pulled out and pushed her over so I could plunge back into her pussy while looking into her eyes before I kissed her while thrusting urgently and insistently until we both came. I collapsed on top of her, dreamily thinking about what I would do to her next, as soon as I had the strength to move.

Back again: Playing the Role!

I have been fortunate enough to be speaking with a very intelligent young lady who is early in her exploration of her submissive side. She has written some very exciting stuff and she referred me to where she posted, which was a very interesting site and I will look into providing a link somewhere on my blogs to give you direct access. During one of our conversations the subject of role-play came up. We thought it would make an interesting and appropriate post. I explained to this girl that beyond the master and slave, I had rarely personally explored much in the realm of role-play because I was always happy to just act out whatever role-play the sub brought to the scene. Submissive girls I been involved with often had their own specific ideas about role-play and I can't say that I had a lot of them. Depending on my mood there were some I enjoyed more than others. Sometimes, when we were just in the mood for a lot of sex, some of these role-plays lent themselves to just going at it for hours. Sometimes, if I was particularly in the mood to punish a slave and she was particularly in the mood to be punished there were some role-plays that lent themselves more to this. So I will discuss some of the role-plays I've been involved in, in these cases, all are scenes that the submissives brought to me though together we worked out the details and of course did not look to script too much of it as we both know what we liked and figured we could do it better spontaneously. Hopefully this will give you some ideas to explore on your own
Now, role-plays are an interesting thing. I've been with teachers who liked to do role-plays relating to being a teacher. But I've been with nurses who found it extremely unappealing to dress like a nurse or involve nursing in any way in their role-plays. They worked hard and thee was nothing sexy about being a nurse to them. Different submissive women I've been with had very different attitudes about what was acceptable even in a role-play. I don't mean when it came to acts, or illegal or immoral things, those should already be covered at the very beginning of the D/s relationship and how to discuss nonnegotiable aspects and limits has already been discussed in these blogs.. I mean things that turn the individual submissive off or that they don't find acceptable to play around with. For example, M and S would never involve the word rape in a role-play. As you'll see in some of M's role-play there was some nonconsensual sex, though this is not something she would ever condone outside of role-play, but she would never call it rape and so you won't find the word mentioned. She did like the phrase “use and abuse me” when she would indicate what kind of night she'd like to lay ahead. So I knew those words were acceptable. S did not like the word abuse either. So you wouldn't find that word around her role-plays. And though it's clear S liked the concept and the acts that in D/s would be called humiliation, she didn't like that word at all and preferred---embarrassment. Then there were subs like K and Kayla, which particularly liked the idea and words of rape, abuse and humiliation for the use in and outside of their role-play. Then there were slaves like C and T, which really didn't seem to have a preference. I have tried to include, in various levels of detail, several different role-plays with several different people and the factors that went in to the kinds of actions and ideas and complexity of those role-plays.
I have decided to make this list in an order that goes increasingly more detailed and complex. You may notice that the more detailed or complex role-play tended to occur with submissive women I've written about more often which are the ones with which I had longer relationships. Also, the younger and less experienced submissives tended to think up more simplistic role-plays. They often started with the scene that excited them, got into the action quickly, and were not looking to make this into a big or drawn out production.
T was the youngest (22) and least experienced of any of the submissives I have been with since I have gained a lot of my experience. When I first met M and S they were of similar age to T but we did not get involved in D/s right away and we were all basically inexperienced at the time. K was older than me when I met her and she was already a little experienced with D/s. Kayla was a similar age to T (23) but unlike T, who had not really thought about these things before I introduced them to her, Kayla was independently thinking about and researching D/s on the web when we met.
T wanted to act out a teacher fantasy. She was to be a teacher that was working at an adult night school in a tough neighborhood for extra money and I was one of her students. It was to be clear she liked me and I was very attracted to her so I offered to stay late to help her clean up and then walk her to her car to be safe. Instead, I grabbed her, ripped open her shirt and played with her very big tits, being rough with them which was a favorite of hers; biting, squeezing, pinching, then I pushed up her skirt and ripped off her panties and forced her legs apart with my own, and then fucked her. I took her hard and fast, which was something she (and M) particularly liked. I leaned over her, face to face, as I drove my cock deep inside her pussy with one firm thrust, and I knew I would meet her sweet wetness to usher me right in. T got wet faster than almost any other woman I knew. As I held her down and drove my cock in and out of her she clearly was getting lost in the sex when suddenly I could see realization spread across her face as she wanted to continue the role-play. Suddenly I was met with mock horror and resistance as she tried to push me off her. When she protested I pulled out of her pussy and pulled her over my knee for a hard hand spanking until she relented. Then I fucked her from behind, her bent over a table, until we both came. As far as the classroom went, the best I could arrange was a large conference room in my offices at the time because neither of us could get the use of a classroom. There aren’t really more details to tell. T’s fantasy was simple and not too involved, either reflecting her simple tastes and desire to get to the sex quickly, or just reflecting her younger age and relative lack of experience.
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C was not that big into role-play. You will see that she was able to help me in another woman's role-plays, but it was harder for her to offer up her own. Sometimes though when we discussed these things she would offer something that appealed to her. I had been involved in helping C out a lot in various ways and she said her fantasies always took her to a place where we were just friends and weren’t D/s involved. She liked to imagine that I saved her from various travails, such as a physical danger or from financial ruin, and then she would show up at my house unannounced to offer herself for payback. In this particular instance, I awkwardly laughed off her offer, and said she was being silly, but I was obviously acting nervous, and very attracted to her, as well as excited and a little intrigued. Then I offered to go get us some drinks. While I was in the kitchen opening the wine and preparing the glasses, C went through a prearranged pile of my stuff and found some of the books I like: The Story of O and 9 1/2 Weeks, and realized that now that she knew this about me---she was quite willing and able to give me what I really wanted. When I walked back into the room with the drinks I found that C had stripped completely naked and was on her knees. As I walked in she said: “Master please make me your slave.” As you can see, her straight role-play was a lot like I said mine would be! Sticking to the Master/slave theme is wonderful, but since it doesn't fit what I was trying to write about here I will not continue with the details because what I felt was relevant and interesting in this case was the way she role-played to get to this point., Though C’s description ends where the action begins, (how annoying is that?!) because at that point the role play blends into our usual Master/slave--D/s, as I already mentioned she will crop up again to help me fulfill another role-play!
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K was not much into role play. She was enamored of being a slave and having someone to call Master and/or Mistress. As her Mistress was young and still learning about being a Dominant, she rarely offered role play on her behalf. However, when we were alone K confided a fantasy she had. She said she had not told me about it before because she had made the mistake of bringing it up early in her last relationship with a guy she thought might make a good dominant, to give him an idea of the kinds of things she was thinking, that while pretty intense, she thought was still more mainstream then talking prematurely about a Master/slave thing. Apparently it did not go well as he was not a good dominant just an abusive boyfriend. But as for her role play, she fantasized about going door to door collecting for or selling something and some guy would get her in his apartment, and well…the rest will become obvious shortly.
So, K showed up at my place in a loose fitting sweater with a name tag, a conservative skirt and sensible shoes. She tied her lovely blonde hair back into a ponytail and looked all the conservative young volunteer.
When K rang the doorbell and I opened the door she said: “Hello, I'm collecting to help raise funds for the Professional Strippers Retirement Fund. A lot of people don't realize how big an issue this is but stripping is one of the professions with the least saturation of employer paid or supported benefits.”
“Really” I said, “That is very interesting and disconcerting. Why don't you come in, and we can discuss it while I look for my checkbook.” K entered as I held the door open and then locked it behind her and walked in behind her. “You're very beautiful.” I said. “Have you ever considered stripping?”
“Thank you.” She said hesitantly, “No, no, I could never strip like a professional. if you could just go get your checkbook, I really am running behind schedule and should get going.”
“You probably should've thought of that before you came in.” I approached her ominously and backed her up to the couch. She fell seated on to it, and when she tried to get up I pushed her back down. She looked up at me and said: “What are you going to do?”
“First, I am going to watch you strip. Then I am going to do whatever I want.”
“Please let me go.” She said as she stood up.
“Later.… Maybe.” I said as I pulled a ridiculously fake toy gun out of my pocket!
“What are you going to do with that?” She asked nervously.
“Nothing…as long as you do as you are told. Now strip for me and do it like the whore you know you are!” I demanded.
She stared at me for moments, and then started to undulate her hips as she pulled her glasses off and placed them on the table. K was tall and lean and was made to strip from her small and perky tits to her luscious, round hips. However, she had never stripped for me before this and at first she moved awkwardly. She moved more fluidly as she pulled her sweater over her head, exposing those lovely, firm breasts with no shirt or bra underneath. She wriggled out of her skirt less smoothly and then turned her back to me to slide out of her panties while I stared at that fabulous writhing ass. Now completely naked, she turned towards me and backed up and fell back on the couch, seated with her legs tightly shut, and covering her breasts with her arms. She just looked at me and said, “I did what you want. Please let me go.”
“Of course I had you strip naked for me to now send you on your way, right bitch?” I sneered as I stood up and walked towards her. I said you needed to do everything I said. I am surely not done with you!”
I stepped between her legs and pushed them apart with my legs. She tried to stop me and I grabbed her hands and pushed them away. Then I unzipped my pants and pulled out my fully erect cock and she looked down at it and said “Please no.” I smacked her softly across the face. Pushed her back, and guided my cock for a quick and insistent entry. She gasped as I slid in to her tight, wet pussy. I had barely begun to fuck her when she came the first time! Once she regained her composure she started pushing me off and telling me I was awful and should leave her alone. She started lightly pounding on my shoulders to drive me off. I pulled out of her pussy and slapped her face a little harder this time. I grabbed both her thin wrists in one of my hands and pulled her up off the couch. “I didn't think a hot whore like you would need much convincing, but I’m going to enjoy this!” I sat down on the couch and pulled her over my lap. I spanked her as hard as I could, which for K was just a little warm-up. However, true to her role, she kicked and screamed and begged for me to let her go.
“Let you go!” I laughed, “We’re just getting started. Now, will you cooperate or do you need more convincing?” I loosened my grip and to answer my question she jumped up and started running to the door. I grabbed her from behind and swung her around and threw her onto the carpet. I reached into a drawer nearby where I had already placed some soft rope. I tied her hands in front of her then stood up and pulled her standing by the rope. There are few things more beautiful in this world than a willing, naked and tied submissive! Even though she was playing the part of unwilling! I pushed her forward this time so that she was bent over with her hands resting on the couch. I started to fuck her again and as soon as my cock was slippery I pulled it out and shoved it up her ass. She gasped as I stretched her asshole. “You had it easier before bitch but you wouldn't cooperate.” I said as I fucked her asshole hard and deep. I reached around and started to rub her soaking wet pussy, and as much as I planned on delaying it, she came again right away! I pulled out, and guided her to kneeling on the floor as I checked my cock. I grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks and pulled her mouth open and then shoved my cock right in. I fucked her mouth as hard and deep as I did her asshole, and told her, “that's right whore, suck my cock, taste your tight ass, and you'd better be nice and careful because this will go a lot easier for you if you make me feel good.” While K wasn't the best at oral sex, this was one of the best blow jobs she ever gave me! Nevertheless, before I came too, I pulled out of her mouth and told her: “your heart isn’t in it bitch. I guess you need some more convincing.” I pulled her up by the rope to standing and then brought her to a hook in the wall and hung her wrist rope on the hook. She was standing with her back to me, stretched naked and vulnerable. I grabbed a heavy and long cat’o nine tails. Traditionally the cat o’nine tails you can buy as opposed to the long supposedly brutal ones you see in old movies, are usually soft and light. As regular readers may now K was not looking for soft or light. However, this was a nice heavy and sharp leather with some braids in it. While still not a fierce whip it was probably the most effective of its type that I owned. I started by whipping K's back moderately. She quite appropriately, but not quite convincingly, cried out and begged for me to stop. I increased the severity and she increased her sincerity! Then I moved down to her ass and swung as hard as I could. Still, with this kind of whip I knew the action wasn't too severe. I stopped the whipping and pulled her head back by her hair and asked: “ready to be my cooperative whore, bitch?”
“I'll do anything you say, please untie me!” She begged.
“I don't believe you.” I said. I put down that whip and picked up a long bullwhip. Since I don't like long whips that I have less control over, I like to double up the bullwhips into a leather loop. I started beating her ass pretty hard with it. Her ass and back had a lot of lovely thin red stripes from the last whip. Now her entire ass was becoming a lovely shade of crimson. She started to beg for mercy, and then finally started to plead most sincerely that she would do anything I said.”
“You going to be my little fuck bitch?”
“Yes, sir.” She answered.
“Then beg me. Beg me to use your pussy like the whore you are, and to fuck you up the ass.”
K looked up at me and slowly and so softly and seductively said: “Please sir, rape your fuck bitch. Use my pussy and make me your whore. Pound my asshole until I beg for mercy. Abuse my mouth and let me taste your cum!”
I pulled her rope off the hook and dragged her into the bedroom. I tied her on her back with her arms above her head to the headboard. I climbed between her legs, having slipped out of my clothes after tying her down. I got on top of her and started fucking her warm, wet pussy while I placed kisses and soft bites all over her neck and shoulders. Finally I allowed myself to shoot my first load of cum into her pussy. I like tying a woman’s hands above her head with one rope around both wrists because it's very easy to put her in many positions without the rope getting in the way and to roll her over and push her on her knees and fuck her from behind, or fuck her asshole, or kneel next to her and fuck her mouth. As we had discussed when she told me about the role-play, K spent the next several hours tied that way while I alternately fucked her pussy, asshole or mouth, until I came at least once in each. She wanted to be tied and used for hours and she got exactly what she wanted.
***
Kayla's role-play ideas centered on her working on the weekend as the office cleaning lady to earn extra money. She wanted me to surprise her by walking in on her on the weekend and find her looking at my porn favorites on my private computer while she was masturbating. Finding her this way, I was then to punish and use her just like they do in the D/s porn she would have just discovered that I enjoy. We set this up but I let her know I was going to try to innovate a little. I didn't tell her how. I knew Kayla was interested in other women, and a new sub I knew, C, was very obedient and had already been with other women, so I decided this would be a good opportunity to get the two of them together.
At the agreed to time I entered our outer office, and then quickly entered into my office. As I expected, there was Kayla looking at my computer screen, her sweat pants pulled down around her knees and her hand between her legs rubbing her pussy. She looked up at me with a smile on her face, but that immediately faded as she jumped up, removing her hand from her pussy, and pulling up her pants when she saw I was with someone; a young and pretty girl.
“Can you believe this? I come here to show my girlfriend my office, and I have to be embarrassed to find my cleaning lady looking into my personal pornography collection and masturbating at my desk!”
“What a little whore!” C said. Kayla didn't know what to make of this. She surely knew this is what I expected so she wasn't trying to defend herself. She just sort of stood there watching and listening.
“If the bitch was enjoying my porn this much, then I guess she should know how I'm going to handle this inappropriate behavior! Do you bitch?”
Kayla looked at me and smiled and said, “I think so sir.”
“And how is that?” I asked.
“I would think you would punish me. And I would think you would fuck me. But I don't know how your pretty little girl friend would feel about that.”
“You don't? I am certainly going to punish you and you're going to work very hard to please my girlfriend and make her feel so good that she won't mind if I fuck the both of you!”
“Yes Sir.” Kayla said.
“You needn't have bothered to pull up your pants slut. In fact you might as well take all your clothes off. As a matter of fact, since you enjoy going through the private files on my computer you can find an appropriate MP3 on it now, and you can do a little striptease to the music for us!”
Kayla, who had a lot of confidence in her striptease ability and had always liked to do a strip for me, did not hesitate to sit down at the computer and find an appropriate piece of music, despite the fact that she would now be stripping for a female stranger whose pussy she now knew she would be eating shortly!
Kayla put on the music and began to undulate. If she did anything wrong it was that she stripped a little too quickly because she was obviously in a rush to get to what was coming next!
C and I were sitting on my black leather office couch and Kayla stood before us naked. I turned to C and said, “The whore looks at enough of my porn to get her wet, but does not learn enough from it to know she should be on her knees in front of us?” Upon my saying that immediately Kayla knelt before us. “You know that closet behind you, whore? Ever look inside it?” I asked Kayla.
She glanced back as she answered: “I've tried sir, because as you can see I’m very nosey. But I could never find the key.”
“I keep that key with me. It is for when I bring over friends like C here. It is not for daily business. Here is the key,” I said as I held it near her mouth. She grabbed it in between her teeth and held it in her mouth. “Go crawl over there and open it now.” Kayla crawled over and then stood up to open the lock. When she opened the door, she already knew of course what was in there as she'd seen it many times for herself, but she was playing the role well. She gasped upon opening it. There were whips, ropes, clamps, paddles and canes hanging. There were vibrators, dildos and butt plugs on the shelf. I went into the outer office and picked up the bag that I brought with me today but had not brought out for Kayla to see yet. “Crawl over here and get this out of the bag and put it on the shelf in that closet for now.” I commanded Kayla. She crawled over and reached in the bag and found a strap on harness with a very large rubber cock attached. As she crawled back to the closet to put it on the shelf I explained to her, “C here is one of my slaves, but because of your undisciplined behavior, you will be slave to a slave and addressing her as Mistress today. She will be fucking you with that strap on. If you are very obedient that big fat cock will spend a good amount of time in your pussy. If you remain undisciplined it will no doubt spend much more time up your ass and in your mouth.”
“I understand sir.” Kayla responded.
“C, what should we do with this bitch first? Use her or punish her?” I could see C looking into my eyes trying to ascertain what I wanted to see first. She must've decided that she couldn't decide because what she said was:
“I think we should put the tightest pair of nipple clamps you own on those big tits of hers, and then she should lick my asshole and pussy because I'm sure you would enjoy that!”
I gave C a kiss and smiled, “I love the way you think. That must be why I brought you along today!” I got up and went to the closet and picked an adjustable pair of nipple clamps. This particular pair had last been used on Kayla and if I remember correctly they were very tight and left that way. I walked back over and handed them to the kneeling slut. “Put these on your nipples.” I commanded. Kayla snapped them on each of her nipples and I could see by the pained expression on her face that they were indeed already set tightly. I turned to C, “Make each one a turn tighter would you?” C leaned over to adjust the clamps on Kayla's nipples. Kayla obediently pushed her chest out thrusting her tits right at C while putting her hands behind her back to show she would offer no resistance. C turned each clamp adjustment a full circle around. Kayla cried out with each adjustment. Before I could order it, C was already getting undressed. She stood over the kneeling Kayla, her damp pussy inches from Kayla's face. Then she abruptly turned around, leaned forward against the couch, then reached back and spread her ass cheeks. “Clean my asshole bitch!” She demanded. Kayla moved closer and began to kiss her ass, each cheek, and her mistress's hands holding those cheeks apart. Then she moved her face between the cheeks and began to run her tongue up and down the entire crease of C's ass. She began to work earnestly on C's asshole; licking and tonguing it and finally driving her tongue as deep inside as she could and wiggling it around. Clearly Kayla was feeling very obedient today.
I could see the pleased look on C's face when I asked her, “How is the whore at cleaning your ass?”
C responded, “She's okay, I guess.” And gave me a smile.
“If she's disappointing you,” I began, “you can tighten the clamps on her nipples and see if that makes her do a better job.” I saw Kayla pause for the slightest second when she heard that. I was sure she doubted she could handle another full turn of that tightness adjustment. But since she continued licking her mistress’s asshole instead of begging us not to do that I can only assume she knew C was just playing with her. I suspect Kayla could tell she was doing a good job on her mistress’s asshole. C finally just stepped away from Kayla whose tongue was still sticking out and wiggling, and sat down on the couch and spread her legs. “Eat my pussy bitch. Make your mistress cum and maybe she'll go a little easier on your punishment!” Kayla moved forward, grimacing every time the clamps swung around from movement. C looked up at me and I gestured acceptance. “I think we will remove those clamps for a while.” C announced, and then pulled them off Kayla's nipples. Kayla grimaced and cried out as each one released the tortured nipple inside. Kayla then bent forward and after kissing each of her mistress's thighs and working her way up, then planting some light kisses on the lips of her pussy, Kayla began to please her mistress, darting her tongue slowly but surely between C’s wet lips. I pulled off my clothes and kneeled on the couch next to C and pulled her face to my cock. She started to suck on my throbbing phallus and then I moved away and got behind Kayla was on her hands and knees with her face between her mistresses thighs. I shoved my cock into Kayla's pussy and began to fuck her hard. She came almost immediately, which was often the case with Kayla but I know was magnified by her fantasy come true of being with another woman at the same time as acting out the role-play she wanted to as well. I pulled my soaking wet cock out of her pussy and started to work the fat head into her tight asshole. With each thrust I pushed her face more into her mistress’s pussy. I started spanking her ass as I fucked it, “Make your mistress cum now bitch! Show her what an accomplished whore you are!” I saw Kayla reach a hand down to her own pussy and start stroking herself as she sped up her tongue's work on her mistresse’s clit. Her tight ass was squeezing my cock and I knew I would cum any second. I could see on C's face she was getting close too. I held back as best I could and let go as soon as I saw C cumming, and as we both came I could feel Kayla reach her second orgasm. As the three-way orgasm subsided we all sort of collapsed on the each other. I surveyed the two lovely naked bodies below me, and was very happy that we had all afternoon and evening ahead of us!
***
S liked the secretary fantasy. When she wanted to role play she would come to my office later in the evening or on the weekend, when I would arrange that we would be alone.
This particular time it was a Friday evening.
She was dressed in snug fitting black slacks and a button down shirt. She wore open toed high-heeled shoes and it was clear she was wearing black stockings of some sort, but I could not tell through the pants whether they were full and sexy or just long enough to cover her ankle.
“I'm here to start the job Mr. S. But may I ask a question first?”
“Of course.” I said.
“Do you always start training a secretary after hours?”
“Yes I do.” I said, “You see, and by the way---training is a very good choice of word,” I smiled, then continued, “Anyway---it would waste time and productivity to try to do it during normal business hours when work needs to get done.”
“I guess I understand sir.”
“You may have noticed that this is a very high-paying job for this position, and that it very clearly stated that travel, unusual hours, and great personal discipline and sacrifice would all be required to be made occasionally.”
“I did sir. I wasn't complaining, I was just wondering. I really needed the job and as you say this is a very high-paying job for its type. I never expected such an opportunity and I will do anything to keep it sir. I am prepared to go above and beyond and do whatever I need to and do whatever I am told.”
“Yes, you were very clear and specific during your interview. That is why you got the position. Your desire to please, your willingness to do anything… and your beauty.”
S blushed and said, “Thank you sir, you're very kind.”
“But also…firm and demanding…as you will see during your training.” I said, “First, I do not tolerate errors or mediocre efforts. There can be no mistakes and everything must be the best you can possibly manage.”
“I understand sir.”
“Maybe, but what you think you can possibly manage may not be as good as I think you can accomplish. I will train you to do better than you ever thought you could. If you make it through my training you will become a valuable and exceptionally skilled and unique administrative assistant always able to get the highest paying positions of this type, in the unlikely event you seek such an appointment elsewhere. But in order to successfully complete this training, you must agree to follow all directives no matter how un-orthodox, uncomfortable or confusing they may seem. Do you agree?”
“Yes sir. I agree to anything. I really need this job, I really need this pay, I really want to become exactly the worker you want me to be. I'll do anything sir.”
“Excellent. A wonderful attitude. Now, you will need to multitask at times here. Sit at my computer. The web browser is already open. Go to my favorites. Open the folder that says training.” She did so and she found there were several links in there. “Now, open a word document and you will begin to type what I dictate, while reviewing those links and putting them into subfolders that you will now create. One subfolder will be online lessons. One will be--- advanced training. One will be--- special duties of the private executive secretary. And one will simply be labeled---punishments.” She looked over to me when I finished listing those. “Problem?” I asked.
“No Sir.” She answered.
“You will go to each link and copy the frames on the opening page, then pull that information into the proper folder based on your best efort. Whenever I start dictating you will immediately switch to the word document and type. To get a good handle on what you're capable, I have turned off auto correction in word. After your training is completed you will have auto correction in your own version of Word as a backup, but you will find you will almost never make mistakes after your training is completed.”
I dictated a long and rambling document with many complicated words as quickly as I could speak whenever I saw she was going to the various links. The links were filled with various nonsense I found on the Internet by purported Doms, about lessons for submissive secretaries, training your secretary, and punishing your secretary. At least the punishments were more on target. When she was done with the letter I told her to press print and bring it over to me. As I began to read it I began to question her,
“How do you feel you did with organizing the favorites?”
“I hope I did well sir. I was unprepared for the content and it was distracting because I was very interested in reading some of those websites.”
“Excellent. You will be visiting all of them as part of your training.”
“I'm starting to understand why you felt training was such an apt term, and also more about what my training will entail sir, at least I think so.”
“I am sure you are starting to understand.” I said as I finished reviewing the letter. There are 11 typos and grammatical errors. This is not bad for a first effort under those conditions, but I'm sure you know that this is not acceptable. Have you gained any insight into how I'm going to correct this?”
“I believe I gathered a little bit from the punishment subfolder.”
“Yes.” I pulled out a thin wooden paddle from my desk drawer. “You're going to receive one firm stroke with this paddle for every error. Then we will move on to some of your executive secretary duties. Now go and bend over the end of my desk.” She dutifully did so without any hesitation or question. Her ass looked fantastic in those snug black slacks. “Those pants will make it very difficult for me to assess your punishment. Lower them!” She lowered her pants and she was indeed wearing thigh high lace topped black stockings! Then she bent back over the desk still wearing her black lace boy-shorts panties.
“Do you think those panties will be any less in the way?” I asked sternly.
“I'm sorry Sir.” She said as she lowered them also.
“You will get four more strokes for not thinking about that, for a total of 15.”
“Yes Sir. I deserve that.”
I stood next to her and brought the paddle down on her ass firmly but not very hard. I did so another time, right after the first. The third stroke was much harder and she grunted at that one. I gave her several seconds after that one before I brought the paddle down again. “You have 12 more strokes coming. Since this is corrective I believe it would be helpful if after each stroke you count the numer of that stroke aloud and then say, ‘thank you sir, this punishment will make me a better secretary’.”
“Yes sir.” She responded and I brought the paddle down much harder. She gasped, and then said, “One--thank you sir, this punishment will make me a better secretary.”
She repeated that after each additional stroke. Afterward, she stood up and began to pull up her pants. “Don't bother.” I said. You're bright red bare ass will remind you of your mistakes and your efforts to correct them.
“Yes sir. But it will be difficult for me to walk with my pants around my ankles.”
“I agree,” I said, “and it wouldn't even be safe you to walk that way. Take off your pants and panties but leave on your shoes and stockings. You needn't be bashful here; I have already seen you with your pants and panties down and this will make everything more accessible during your training should any further corrective measures be necessary. Also, you might as well remove your shirt and bra, as they may prove a hindrance during your training for your expected executive secretary duties.
“Yes Sir.” S said as she removed the rest of her clothing. Soon she was standing there, beautiful with her large and firm breasts now bared and completely naked except for her black stockings and high heeled shoes.
“Go to the file cabinet and pull out some empty files and make one for each of the subfolders you created in the browser.” I demanded. She walked to the big file cabinet and opened the top drawer and could see there were no empty files.
“Surely you must realize I would put them in the lowest drawer.” I laughed.
“Of course Sir, I should've guessed!” She said as she bent over giving me a beautiful look at her well paddled ass. From the bent over position she said, “I'm afraid I still don't see the folders.”
“Of course not. I put them all the way in the back so you would have to get on your knees.”
“Of course sir.” S said as she got down on her knees and reached into the back of the drawer. She came out with the blank folders. “You can put them on the desk for now.” I said. “Your task was not to do anything with them but to go through the act of finding them!”
“I understand sir.” She smiled.
“Come over to where I am sitting.” I ordered and she walked over and stood naked before me. “Training as an executive secretary here at my company is far more demanding than even being a well-paid administrative assistant. Obedience is a must, no matter the task. Are you sure you're up for the additional demands?” I asked.
“As I stand here naked with a red paddled butt I think I am beginning to understand what those demands are and yes I believe I am fully up for them sir. I only hope that I want disappoint you, but I now know that you are willing to teach me to improve, and I am willing to accept all your methods of training and correction.”
“Excellent. Why don’t you kneel at my feet while we discuss this?” She knelt down and waited. “During working hours,” I began, “this place is teeming with competent staff and the work gets done efficiently. People are paid well here, but you are paid exceptionally well, even for their standards, because the work I need you to do is more demanding than mere office work, and I need someone willing and disciplined, or at least willing to be disciplined!”
“I am willing to do anything sir, and I'm willing to be disciplined to be made better at everything I do.”
“Excellent. How is your cock sucking skill?”
S paused a moment, then answered, “I think it is good sir, but I suspect you have very high and demanding standards, and it is possible I will need some training to meet your expectations satisfactorily.”
“Let us see what we are working with. But first, rub your breasts and then pinch and twist your nipples to make them hard.” She did as I commanded and it was a lovely sight indeed. “I think your nipples could be harder still. Why don’t you lick and suck them?”. Because her breasts were so large, S could just manipulate them enough to reach the nipples with her tongue or even to get her lips around them occasionally when she was feeling particularly limber. Watching all of this was all I could stand. “Now, open my pants and take out my cock.” I ordered. She pulled my large throbbing cock free of my confining underwear and slacks. She looked like she was about to kiss my cock when I said, “Wait, first hold your tits around my cock and fuck my cock between them!” She did so and her breasts were so firm and supple that my cock felt like it was encased in a fine, thick silk. It felt so good but finally I could not take it anymore! “Suck my cock!” I commanded. She moved between my legs lifted my engorged phallus and began to kiss and lick the tip. Soon she was completely engulfing my large cock with her mouth and taking me deep down her throat. In actuality, S was one of the best I have known at oral sex. I decided to pull her mouth off me before I was about to cum.
“Did I do something wrong sir?”
“No, actually you did everything right, I was just not looking to finish just yet. We have seen that you figuratively are a very appealing ass kisser. It is time to see if you can do it the way you will be expected here!” I barked as I stood up and turned away from her, my ass now in the kneeling secretary’s face. She started to lightly kiss the cheeks of my ass, planting kisses all over it before innocently asking, “Sir, may I please kiss your asshole and clean it with my tongue?”
“You may…” I answered. Besides her blow job abilities S just has one of the most skilled and pleasing mouths I have ever known. She loved tonguing her Master’s ass and she did an amazing job of it! Finally, though tough to pull myself away from this, I walked inches away from her talented mouth and turned and ordered her to: “Go bend over the desk again.”
“Am I to be punished again sir?” She asked.
“If you were, do you really think it's your place to ask if I choose not to volunteer it?” I asked.
“I'm sorry Sir, it is just that you told me I did a good job, so I was trying to figure out if I was to be punished routinely, perhaps as part of a maintenance program, or if you were just being charitable moments ago when you complimented me and told me I did a good job.“
I see. Actually, maintenance punishments are definitely a part of your position, but you should know that I do not need to lie to you; if I say you did a fine job--- you did, and if you are to be punished for a less than satisfactory performance you can be sure you will know about it! Right now you're not actually going to get punished again. You're going to do a couple of tasks and then you're going to get fucked.”
“I see sir.” She said as she walked back to the desk and bent over.
I moved my chair right behind her. “Reach back between your legs and rub your pussy; masturbate for me!” I demanded. She rubbed her pussy as ordered, alternating between lightly circling her clit, and fucking her pussy with a couple of fingers. Her fingers glistened with her juices as I ordered her to: “now use those wet fingers to play with your asshole and then work them into your asshole, and fuck yourself for me!” Dutifully she worked her fingers between her cheeks and began to rub her asshole before finally sticking her fingers into her ass. She began to work them in and out rhythmically fucking her asshole as I had commanded. “Now, pull out your fingers and lick and suck them.” Obediently she did as she was told. I walked up behind her and dropped my pants. I slowly worked my cock head between her swollen wet pussy lips. I fucked her fast and hard and couldn't hold back from shooting my load inside her. I sat back down in my chair and I motioned with my fingers for her to come over. She walked over and then knelt between my legs, and began to lick and suck her juices from my cock as well as sucking out every last drop of my cum.
“Will I be continuing my position here at the company sir?” She asked innocently.
“I am quite sure that soon you will advance from trainee to being my full-time executive assistant!” I smiled.
***
M, perhaps more than anybody else I have known, really liked long drawn out sexual encounters. A lot of people, men and women, talk about going all night long or spending the weekend in bed, but M was one of the few I have ever known who not only backed that desire up, but at times was very insistent on it. I remember driving back from a long weekend and passing cheap truckstops, and her insisting we stop at one because she thought it would be cool to fuck all afternoon in a cheap motel. Now, M also really liked sex outside--whenever it was practical. Once in the warm weather when work was keeping us both particularly busy and apart, M was feeling sexually frustrated and D/s neglected. She wanted to be used and punished long and hard. She told me what she had been fantasizing about, which was to be playing a Peace Corps kind of volunteer in a remote jungle where she was captured and thought to be a spy. She wanted to be interrogated hard while being used equally hard for the enjoyment of her captors. Up until this point we had only had sex outside in either remote locations, or hidden locations under cover of darkness. Punishment outside had really only been spankings or switchings over my knee or over a large rock in fairly secluded park areas during quiet off hours. For the kind of long and intense scene she was looking for now I would have to figure out a good location because obviously we needed a measure of guaranteed seclusion without interruption. Fortunately it was early in the season and there were still cool nights because when you're having sex outside or you’re tied up naked outside for hours, you really don't want to get a lot of mosquito bites! (I still would bring a large can of yard guard!) I finally found a very suitable location. It was several hours upstate New York. A friend of mine owned some land up there and had built a small cabin. Without it, it would've been a good location but there would not have been a bathroom for miles. Now fortunately we had a nice bathroom with a large Jacuzzi tub and separate shower. He owned hundreds of acres up there and there were no trespassing signs on the outskirts of the property. While he wasn't there often he said his neighbors who are there have never reported any unusual or intruder activity. I had never really discussed my specific sexual inclinations with my friend but I let him know I was with someone who appreciated outdoor physical activities. He suggested that we set up in the house first and make sure everything was in working order and that nothing seemed disturbed and if that were the case then he was sure there would be no unexpected intrusions. So we planned out our weekend and we made our way to the...forbidding jungle.
Everything seemed fine when we arrived so we unpacked and took showers and decided how we would begin and proceed. Once the details had been worked out M went outside to walk around in the woods. I grabbed some soft cotton clothesline rope and watched M from a hidden location several yards away. She was wearing an old tank top, shorts and sneakers. I snuck up behind her and grabbed her from behind. The way her body shuddered I could tell I really did surprise her. I brought my left arm around her neck in a headlock but applied no force; as I also pulled her right arm behind her back with my other arm, holding onto her very firmly but applying no pressure whatsoever that could either hurt her arm or her throat. However, I kept my grip firm as she started to fight against me, and I said to her, “If you fight me you spying American bitch, it will be even worse for you!” She stopped struggling and I released her neck to pull her other hand behind her back. I tied her wrists together. “What are you going to do to me?” She asked.
“We know that your country sends spies in the guise of missionaries and aid workers. You want to crush our independence. What I'm going to do to you will depend on what you do for me. If you cooperate you and I will just have a lot of fun here by ourselves. It gets lonely in the jungle. But if you don't cooperate, I am instructed to do anything I need to, to get the information we require. It will be very hard on you and in the end you will tell me what I want to know anyway.”
“I don't know anything that could be of help to you. I'm only a volunteer looking to help. Please don't hurt me.” M was doing a wonderful acting job and I was duly impressed!
“You, speak like any other spy would speak!” I yelled!
“Or an innocent with nothing to hide!” She cried back.
“You're wasting my time and your breath, if you think any of this will help you.” I started pushing her forward until we got to this big overturned log we found earlier. I pushed her forward over the log, using my arms to support her so she lowered gently. “What are you doing?” She asked. For an answer I just yanked down her shorts as hard as I could. Her panties came with them. I pulled them off over her sneakers as she screamed, “no, please no!” I had already unbuttoned my pants and for an answer to her pleading I reached around and covered her mouth with my hand as I drove my cock straight into her pussy. She screamed into my hand and I knew it was for effect because she was so wet that it could not possibly have hurt when my cock slid right in! I removed my hand and started pounding my cock into her pussy, and though she was doing an amazing job of keeping character, she was no longer struggling or begging but just started to moan. I was going to say something threatening but suddenly everything was going so nice I decided to break character until she got back into it. I reached under her and started to rub her clit while I fucked her hard but slow. I sped up as I could feel she was getting ready to cum and we were able to cum together. I pulled my cock out of her abruptly. As I walked around in front of her she had already regained her composure and was back in character: “please, please, I won't tell anyone about this. You did what you wanted now please let me go.”
“Oh no, beautiful spying bitch, whore! We are just getting started. Now lick my cock clean so I don't get my pants all wet!” She started to lick it clean, then looked up at me, then gave my cock a bite from the side. She didn't do it very hard, but she did it hard enough to hurt a little bit. She started to get up as if she was going to try to escape, but I grabbed her hair and pulled. She cried out as she looked at me, and I said, “I guess it doesn't matter that you hurt me, because I'm going to hurt you, and that hasn't changed. If you give me the names and locations of all the other spies posing as volunteers, you can still avoid much suffering…” I paused then said, “Speak, and then you can just be my fucktoy without the torture…until I get tired of you.” I laughed.
“There are no spies…and being fucked by you is torture!”
“I see. Get up!” I commanded. I started pushing her forward once we had cleared the fallen tree. “My pants!” She yelled. I ignored her and left them on the ground. “You won't be needing them anymore, whore!” I sneered. “Fucking me is torture, eh bitch?! When I am through with you, you will beg to be fucked by me rather than continue to be interrogated. You will learn the difference swiftly!”
“No, please, just let me put my pants back on. Please, I’m sorry, please just let me go”
I pushed her forward, “move along bitch!”
She stumbled as I took her on a circuitous route to a large tree with overhanging branches that was right near the cabin. “That is my house, whore, a mansion, no?” I laughed.
“It’s nice.” She muttered.
“Many pretty missionaries like you have been brought here. They all lie like you at first, but eventually they all tell me anything I want to know, and they beg to be fucked by me…until finally they bore me and are of no further use to me and I am done with them. Then I turn them over to our guard where they are imprisoned to hard labor for many years!” I said ominously.
“Please let me go. I’ll do anything you want and then please let me go. I don’t know anything. I’m not a spy.”
“You lying bitch. See how you will sing a different tune after I…persuade you….” I stopped pushing her in front of the tree. I untied one wrist from behind her back and brought both wrists forward holding them tightly together so she would not even think of trying to pull them away. I retied them in front of her then raised them up and threw an end over a low hanging branch then took the end that went over and tied it to the loops around her wrists. Soon she was tied with her hands above her head, stretched tightly, her body firm and taught.
“Please no, don’t, what are you going to do to me, please?” She begged. In answer I started to roughly tear the tank top from her body. There was no bra underneath and now she was tied tightly and completely naked. I walked towards the cabin. I returned with a large duffel bag. I laid it down in front of her and rummaged through it. I pulled out two sticks, one with a string-like strand hanging from it and I saw the quizzical look on her face because she had never seen this before. And I pulled out a pair of clover clamps hanging together by a chain, along with a handful of clothespins. The two sticks screwed together and then I could see the comprehension on M’s face. This was a new whip! Then the fear returned to her expression and voice, “What are those? What are you going to do to me?”
“These, spy whore, are tools of my trade.” I held up the clamps by the chain, leaving the clamps hanging, “These are clamps that bite into any part of the body on which they are placed. They are terrible when placed on all the sensitive parts of a woman’s body---as you will soon see!” M just stared with a genuine look of fear on her face. “And these clothes pins--- well, I won't be doing any laundry, but I think you will be surprised at what else I can do with these. And this,” I said holding up the whip, “is a lunge whip. It is a type of horse whip. It hurts terribly yet is very light. I could beat you all day with this and still have the energy left to fuck you all night!” I laughed. “But of course, if you don’t tell me what I want to know, I have much worse instruments to use on you. I will break you and soon you will tell me the names and locations of every spy while bending over and begging me to use my spy bitch for whatever I want.” I approached her with the clamps and clothes pins.
“No, please don’t. Have mercy.” She trembled softly. I placed the clamps on her nipples and the clothes pins all over her small, firm breasts, then reached down and lightly brushed her pussy lips. She was so wet her thighs were damp! I picked up the whip then walked behind her swishing the whip through the air a few times for effect.
“The names of the spies!” I yelled and punctuated it with a crack of the whip! She shook a little, startled, then said; “We are not spies. We are aide volunteers.” With that I swung the whip and brought it down softly on her back. Her body stiffened and then I repeated the lash harder across her back. Then twice more even harder. She gasped at the last two strokes. Then I lowered my aim and saved all my hardest strokes for her beautiful, firm, round ass. Five hard strokes one right after the other I gave to her ass. Soon the backside of her body wore a beautiful set of crimson stripes!
I walked right up behind her and pulled her hair, jerking her head back, “The names bitch!”
“I don't know any spies.” M repeated.
“Very well.” I said as I released her hair and stopped a few feet behind her and raised the whip again. Three quick lashes of moderate severity across her back had her grunting at the last one. Then another five hard lashes across her ass. Then I walked over to her and stood in front of her this time. I pulled the chain of the clamps, which tightened the Clover clamps. She cried out.
“Such a pity to be making such a beauty suffer when she could be enjoying my cock!” I said.
“I think you enjoy making me suffer.” She said, and I noticed she couldn't help but smile a little bit.
“And what makes you think so, whore? The big bulge in my pants?” I asked as I rubbed my crotch through my jeans and laughed.
“I will never enjoy your cock. You can abuse me with it but you will never get me to acquiesce. You may whip my back and ass, cane and paddle my ass all day, you may hurt my nipples all afternoon, fuck my pussy, my asshole and my mouth all day and all night, you may even humiliate me, make me crawl and embarrass myself, even make me beg for you to use and abuse me, but I'll never give in!” She said, at this point with her eyes closed, getting lost in the excitement as she tried to give me ideas of all the things she’d like me to do to her the rest of the day!
“It is like you're reading my mind!” I laughed. I went to the duffel and put the lunge whip back in and picked out a short thick leather signal whip. I was never much into long bullwhips because they're hard to wield and when they get moving they can be pretty dangerous. I have seen some videos where well known dominatrix’s have used the bullwhip on the ass and back of their male slaves and they are just flicking it, barely moving it, and they are drawing blood. Firstly, I am not looking to draw blood and do not enjoy drawing blood. Secondly, I like to really feel like I am in control of the punishment and the one dishing it out. I wouldn't like the whip doing all the work! That's why I've never been a big fan of the spanking machine or robo cane videos. While it is true I like to watch a woman punish another woman, even then I prefer it to be at my direction, and still I like the woman to use an instrument that requires hard work on her part to deliver the punishment. Also, as I said, I like the control a short whip gives me to hit just the spots I want. I walked behind her with the signal whip.
“Your tits must be very sore from all the clamps.” I said.
“They hurt terribly.” She moaned.
“Don't worry----- this will take your mind off your tits!” I said as I brought the signal whip down hard across her ass. She gasped in surprise. Then twice more I brought it down hard on her ass, then twice across her back with much less severity. I walked right up behind her and leaned against her, the bulge of my cock through my pants rubbing against her whipped ass as I reached around and tugged on the chain of the nipple clamps. She groaned in pain as I leaned my head on her shoulder next to her ear and said: “Tell me what I want to hear, bitch!” As I said that I released the chain of her clamps and reached down and began to massage her soaking wet pussy.
She moaned as she said, “You can keep this up all day, I'll never talk.” I was not sure if she was keeping up her insistence that she was an innocent volunteer, or if she decided to change character and was suddenly playing the spy who would never give in, but either one would fit and continue to work very well so it really didn't matter!
“You will talk. They always do.” I said then stepped back and brought the signal whip down hard across her ass five times fast and twice across her back. She cried out at each blow but knowing M and her reactions and what she could take I knew these cries were for effect. I walked in front of her and jerked hard on the nipple clamp chain. She cried out with more sincerity that time. “Anything to tell me?”
“No.” She answered stoically not looking into my eyes.
“I feel badly about what your poor tits are going through. I think I will remove the clamps.” She looked at me puzzled because I did not approach her to remove them, but walked to the duffel and put in the signal whip and pulled out a riding crop. I walked close to her and raised the crop. She closed her eyes as I knocked one of the clothespins off her breast with a strike of the riding crop. She gasped as it fell off and already I was hitting another. 2 strikes to get that off and the second one slapped the side of her breast as well. When I had hit off all the clothes pins I said, “This crop will never get off those terrible clamps! What do I have in my bag of tricks?” I put the riding crop down and rooted around in the duffel. I came out with 2--- three pound weights! “Perhaps these will help pull the clamps off.” I said as I walked over to my helpless captive. “Please no sir, don’t put those on, have mercy, I don’t know anything, please don’t hurt me anymore.” She begged as I ignored her and attached the weights. She screamed as each one pulled down on the clamps. Usually she handled the addition of weights much more stoically but she had already been wearing the clamps for quite some time and I thought it best to remove them shortly. “Oh, that didn’t work,” I observed seeing that the clamps did not fall off under the weight, then I looked back in the duffel and pulled out 2--- one pound weights. “Maybe I just didn’t use enough weight!” As I attached the additional weights she started begging me for mercy and when I released the weights she screamed through tight lips. I pulled the clamps off and she screamed loudly. I rubbed her pussy which managed to stay wet during the most intense punishment and was now soaking my hand now that I was rubbing her. “We don’t want to damage your lovely nipples---or what would we play with tomorrow?” I laughed as I stared at the duffel to decide what to do next…but I already knew what I wanted to do next. We both really needed to fuck. I started to walk towards the shed behind the cabin. We had not looked in there but my friend told me what he had in there in case I needed anything or wanted to put anything I brought in there. I came out with a wooden horse. Then I went to the trunk of my car and pulled out a thick comforter. I threw it over the horse. I untied M’s hands from above her head and dragged her by her wrists to the horse and pushed her roughly forward over it. I proceeded to tie her wrists and ankles to the 4 legs of the horse. She offered some resistance but not much. I pulled a short rattan cane and a moderate wooden paddle out of the duffel. I walked over with the cane and gave her five firm strokes across her bottom. She grunted with each stroke. “Anything you would like to tell me whore?”
“I have nothing to tell you.” She replied.
I picked up the paddle and gave her a very hard stroke and she cried out. “I am going to do many things now. If you resist or try to hurt me---you will get another 100 strokes just as hard as that. Your ass will be a mess---but it will buy you no respite. I threw done the paddle and started to work my cock into her pussy. It was wet but not as wet as before, which was often the case right after a particularly hard punishment. It took only seconds for my intruding cock to be met with a flood of new juices though. I fucked her slowly at first, slow and deep, then increased my tempo until I fucker her fast and hard while reaching under her and massaging her clit. She came twice almost immediately, one right after the other, which told me she was indeed getting what she wanted from this role-play. I wanted to cum but I knew she was expecting a more thorough violation of all her holes. I pulled out of her pussy and immediately stuck my cock between her cheeks and started to push my way into her tight asshole. She groaned as I pushed my way in as deeply as I could and moaned as I fucked her asshole hard and deeply. When I felt like I could not hold back any more I pulled out of her lovely ass and checked my cock as I walked around in front of her. “You will lick my cock clean and then to show your obedience you will kiss and lick my ass. Then, when I am satisfied, you will suck my cock some more until you suck out every drop of my cum while I use your mouth for my fuck-hole. Fail to satisfy me, or try to bite me again and the paddle will be your reward. You may show you understand by begging to do the tasks I have set before you.”
She stared at the ground and paused for many moments before softly saying, “Please sir, may I lick your cock clean from my asshole? And when you are satisfied, sir, please let me kiss and lick your asshole . Then would you please fuck my mouth until you shoot your load and I taste every drop of your cum sir?”
“Excellent.” I said as I moved closer to her face. She extended her tongue and gave my cock a lovely tongue bath, taking it inside her mouth to begin sucking only after having licked every inch first as she had been trained. After she sucked for a few moments I pulled out of her mouth and turned around presenting my ass to her. Dutifully she started to kiss the cheeks and soon I felt her tongue lightly rubbing between my cheeks. I reached back and spread my cheeks and she instantly darted her tongue between them and stated tonguing my asshole. Then she pushed her face between my cheeks and began planting kisses on my asshole before really working her tongue deep inside me. My cock was throbbing and I could not take it anymore. I turned around and started fucking her mouth slowly but after a few minutes I could not hold back and I started to roughly fuck her mouth until I shot my load. She obediently sucked out every drop and I did not pull out until I was satisfied that my cock was sucked dry.
I untied her and said, “I think we should take a break and go into town for dinner and a drink because you will really need your strength tonight! I suspect your next bout of interrogation will involve some humiliation as you will be touching yourself a lot and cumming a lot, and I imagine you will be spending the night tied to the bed and fucked as much as I can possibly fuck you, you amazing woman!!”
She smiled and kissed me and said, “That sounds lovely but I think we should cook and I packed a couple of bottles of wine, because I think my nipples are too sore to put in a shirt right now, and my butt does not feel like taking a car ride! No doubt you will make sure I am not in much better shape for the long car ride home tomorrow, but I am sure you won’t mind if I sit naked in the car under a blanket for the ride, and maybe on a nice, soft pillow because if I know you, I am quite sure you are not done with me yet…and that’s good because I don’t feel near done either.”
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First Time for Serving....

A funny thing happened on the way to writing this post. It actually started out telling the tale of the second time M and R were together and therefore seemed most suited for Entering Submission. However, by the time I was mostly done writing that very long post I realized that it was more suitable for Training of submissives. So, instead of that post, which I am posting in Training of Submissives, this post is about S, M and R. It is about the third time R was with M, and while not the first time S was with M, it is the first time S completely submitted to M. What I have related in the past is actually the way it mostly was the few times S and M were together; which was with S dominating M. Neither one wanted to be with the other because I'd had intimate relationships with both of them. As you know M also had no desire in particular to be with another woman. While S did have a few fantasies they certainly didn't include M. Since S also has the ability to play the dominant convincingly, and since M prefers that the domination and punishment focus on her (because she believes that is the role I most admire and desire), it has always worked out best that way. However, there was a week when S was particularly annoying; being late and disappointing me, and I decided it would be a particularly embarrassing punishment to have her serve M. Because I knew M would not be satisfied with the purely dominant role and I had no plans to allow S the satisfaction or enjoyment of reclaiming the dominant spot, I decided that after the first day of them together we would bring R over and allow them both to serve her. So while this is not the first time S was with another woman, this is the time when she entered into submission to other women. We had discussed it previously, and she had decided to try it. She had a friend that she thought would be interested. The friend was always asking about our sex life. It was decided that she would spend an evening with the friend and they would try things on their own. If it worked out they were supposed to then be together with me. After their evening together S came back and reported things went very well. We scheduled an afternoon for all of us together, and then the friend did not show up. When S called her she said she got scared. We were never all able to connect but she was always trying to be alone again with S. Unlike M, it is possible S was interested, but this was not what she was looking for at the time and she declined the offers. Her friend said she was just too embarrassed to do these things in front of somebody. But she really enjoyed these things! We let the matter drop for quite some time until S was really pissing me off and I had been in contact with M. It was decided that S would submit to M. M did not sound overly excited or pleased about this but I told her I would try to salvage the weekend and she knew that I understood that for her that meant her being the submissive, but I had also made it clear that S would be submitting all weekend. So I'm sure she wondered what I was thinking. She didn't know that R and I had been in contact and that the next day, after S served M the way I wanted, R would come and help me dominate them both.
Part 1
S and M
As we drove to M's house I could see S was nervous. I knew it wasn't because she was going to be submitting to another woman for the first time, because she'd already tried being with another woman with her friend and it went well, and she was very good at submitting to me. I knew she wasn't thrilled sharing my attention with M, but I was quite sure she'd rather be there with M then have me there alone with M! No, the reason she was nervous is because it was daytime, early afternoon, and she was wearing a thick black leather slave collar with a large O-ring to attach a leash, wrist and ankle cuffs, and she was wearing a long overcoat that was inappropriate for the nice moderate afternoon, because underneath she was completely naked. She didn't know the layout of M's development, but I informed her that the walk from the parking space to M's front door was about 100 feet in a reasonably busy area. The distance might be accurate, I’m not so good at judging those things, but in truth M’S house was nicely at the end corner of the development, and was much more quiet than I had implied. Nevertheless, there was definitely a chance people would walk right by S and note that she was dressed and acting a little strangely. When we were just about at M’s I told S what I was thinking, that I was going to allow M to be very hard on her this weekend because I was very annoyed that not only were we so close to S’s first experience completely with another woman (instead of just being serviced by her while she dominated the other girl), but the only reason this would not be the first was because she had that little rendezvous with her friend who then didn't come through for us! The only reason I said I didn't mind her first experience happening without me is because it would facilitate her then being with that other woman with me. Since it did not work out all that happened is I missed her first experience for nothing—and it was really bugging me! S said she understood, and was as disappointed as me that things did not work out with the other woman and that she would do her best to make the weekend everything I wanted. When we arrived, as it so happened, there was no one about. S kept her coat tightly closed and wrapped around her. We got to M's door and before I knocked I slipped my hand into her coat and touched her pussy. She was wet. Being excited was going to help her enjoy the afternoon, regardless of how hard M was on her. I knocked on the door. Usually when I arrived at M I would give a special knock that would allow her to know it was me. At that point she was supposed to unlock the door and then quickly get over to the couch and get into position. Position of course meaning naked and leaning over the arm of the closer couch, her legs spread a bit and her reaching back and spreading her cheeks. She knew I would wait about 30 seconds after knocking before I would enter and she was expected to be found naked and in position unless I gave specific directives otherwise. This time was one of those where I gave her different directives. I gave a regular knock and she immediately answered the door fully clothed. I ushered S in front of me, and M stepped back to accommodate us. As soon as S was completely in the doorway and the door was closed she pushed off her coat and dropped to her knees completely naked. She reached into her coat pocket and retrieved a leash. She connected it to the O-ring on her collar and then crawled forward until she reached the couch then she stood up and bent over the arm of the couch, reached back and spread her cheeks, and waited.
M and I walked over. “So this is your slave, M. You can see she keeps her pussy nice and wet for her mistress.” M knew what I expected as we had already discussed this afternoon ahead of time. She reached out and touched S’s pussy. She stuck two fingers inside it and kept them there. “And her asshole is tight but accommodating.” I said, then she pulled the two fingers from her wet pussy and stuck them in S' asshole. I nodded to her and she removed her fingers and brought them around to S's mouth and commanded “Clean my fingers whore!” S glanced at them quickly before dutifully licking and sucking them clean. Although S had gotten much better at licking things that had been inside her or another woman she still had trouble doing it without verifying for herself that it was acceptable. That hesitation would have earned punishment from me but since M did not call her on it I decided to ignore it. Over time M, and other slaves that M was with, had been called out and punished for such hesitation and I was quite sure, while maybe not happy in this role that M would be glad to punish S especially if she gave her a good reason to do so.
“Stand up and face your mistress slave!” I commanded. S stood tall facing M, she put her hands behind her back and looked down at the floor.
“S has ;lovely nipples at the end of those firm, large breasts. They are not only excellent to punish but it is very entertaining to watch her play with her nipples and suck on them when you make her perform by playing with her pussy and asshole as well.” I said.
“I see that.” M said as she reached out and grabbed one of S’s nipples and squeezed and twisted very hard. “Do you like your mistresses harsh and demanding, bitch?” M said as she released her nipple.
“I like my mistresses however they choose to be, Mistress. I am your slave, bitch, and whore. I will do as you command and take whatever you want me to.”
“I think you should take your slave for a walk around and show her all the places that she can be punished and can serve.” I said.
“Present to me your leash, and get on your hands and knees slave.” S offered the end of the leash and after she took it S got down on her hands and knees and waited. M stepped forward and tugged on the leash and S crawled behind following her mistress wherever she took her. M walked around showing as all the pieces of furniture she could be tied over to be punished and explained the different ways she would punish her. She also showed her where M or her master could sit or lay while S serviced them. While listing all the ways S could serve us, M tried to throw in as many ways as she could to remind S that whatever went on was out of S’s control and would to the best of M's ability be things that would annoy S. For instance, she said things like: “after master fucks my pussy or my asshole you can clean his cock with your mouth, or perhaps while Master is fucking me you can kneel behind him and stick your tongue up his asshole, or, after we beat your ass until you beg for mercy, perhaps we will tie you in a position where you'll be able to see Master fuck me. If you are a good slave whore perhaps I will let you lick his cum out of my pussy.” The kind of things she would think would bother S, and they might, but S was much better than M at getting into the scene and into the mood, and I suspect S was going along with it in character and with less acting then M was able to. Interestingly it was usually difficult and embarrassing for M to say those words and speak that way, but she didn't seem to have any problem saying those things when she thought it would bother S!
M led S back to the couch and unhooked the leash and told her to get back into position. M walked over to me and asked me what I wanted her to do next. I told her in detail. She didn't look particularly happy about it but all she said was “Yes Master.” Then she walked over to the couch and sat down and called S over. “Stand in front of me slave.” M demanded. When S was standing before her naked, M said “Dance for me whore. Shake your tits and your ass for your Mistress!” S started to dance awkwardly, but soon got into it and was swaying her hips quite nicely! “Turn around and spread your cheeks and show me my slave whore’s pussy and asshole.” M demanded. S obliged. “Play with yourself bitch!” M commanded. S started to rub her pussy from underneath and when her fingers were wet she brought one to her asshole and started to rub it, soon she was using that finger to fuck her asshole. M looked a little dismayed. As I have mentioned many times she has trouble doing things like this and she seemed annoyed that it was so easy for S. M glanced at me and I nodded my head. She looked even more dismayed at what she was to do next. “Slave, turn around and face me.” M demanded as she stood up. S turned. “Undress me.” M commanded. S approached M and unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, then unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down to her ankles, M leaned on S and stepped out of the jeans. Now M was standing there in panties and bra. Her bra opened it front and S opened it and slid it off her shoulders. Then she got down on her knees and lowered M’s panties and M stepped out of them. S’s face was in front of the neatly coiffed triangle of M’s pussy. “What do you think of your Mistress, slave?” I asked.
“Her body is beautiful Master, very hot.” S responded.
“What would you like to do to that pussy, whore?” I wish to serve it Master, to lick it, kiss it, and taste it. I want to eat it for hours and make my Mistress cum all over my face time and time again.”
“I see. Turn around M.” Now M’s butt was in S’s face. “What would you like to do with that nice firm, round ass?” I asked.
“I would like to kiss it, rub it, massage it and make it feel good, Master.” S said.
“Spread your cheeks M.” I demanded. “And what would you like to do to that?” I asked as S stared at M’s tight asshole. I wish to serve her asshole Master. I want to kiss it, lick it, clean it with my tongue, fuck it with my tongue, make it feel so good my Mistress’s pussy gets soaking wet!” S responded. M turned around and looked at me again, and my nod indicated that she needed to proceed and that I was not changing my mind! M sat on the couch. “Crawl to me and clean my feet, and make them feel good bitch!” M commanded. S crawled over and began to kiss M’s feet. Soon she was licking them, and she was very thorough, getting between all her toes, she massaged the foot while cleaning the toes, then finished by licking every inch of the soles of M’s feet. S decided she was done and looked up at M. M asked, “Did I tell you that you were done, slave?”
“No Mistress, I am sorry.” S said realizing she had walked into that one. She bent low to kiss M’s feet but she stopped her by saying, “Over my lap you lazy whore.” S got over M’s naked lap and M started to spank her as hard as she could. “I’ll teach you to keep serving your Mistress until she tells you to stop!” M barked. “Yes Mistress, I’m sorry.” S said, clearly not in much distress. Then M pushed her off her lap and S got on her knees on the floor. M spoke, “Our Master tells me you are inexperienced and need a lot of training. You will be serving your Mistress and I will teach you how to please me. To teach you, and also just to entertain our Master, I will do things to you also, but you will always remember your place and always do what I command and always do things correctly or the punishments will be quick and severe. Do you understand me slave?”
“Yes Mistress. I hear you and I will be your obedient slut.”
“Excellent. Now straddle my lap like you are giving me a lap dance.” S climbed on M’s lap, a knee on either side of M’s legs. S’s wet pussy was open wide right above M’s lap. M looked over at me, then reached out and grabbed both of S’s nipples and squeezed them. “You like when your Mistress hurts you slave?”
“Yes Mistress, I like whatever you do to me.” M released her nipples and said, “Kiss me slave.” S leaned forward and kissed M. Their mouths were both open but there was little passion. “Like you mean it whores!” I yelled and swung a new mini lunge whip I had bought to try this weekend. The lash fell across S and M’s shoulders. The sting seemed to remind them whose benefit they were really sitting on that couch naked for. Suddenly they were eagerly kissing like lovers. They were exploring each others’ mouth with their tongues, lightly biting or licking the others’ lips or cheeks, it was very exciting! M glanced over to me then said to S, “Now show my tits how good you can make them feel. Make my nipples tingle ‘til I feel it in my pussy because if you don’t do a good job the next punishment won’t be a little spanking. That was entertainment for our Master’s benefit. I can assure you, being a slave well trained by our Master that I know every way a slave whore can be punished and I know how much each punishment hurts!”
“I will do my best to please you Mistress. If I fail I should be punished.” S said. S bent her head down and started to tongue M’s right nipple while she brought up a hand and massaged her small and firm left breast. She worked hard with her mouth and her hands to make M’s tits feel terrific. M looked over to me and then said to S, “That was good. I will now demonstrate how I would please you if Master had ordered me to serve you.” M cupped one of S’s full tits and brought it up to her mouth and gently kissed her nipple before taking it into her mouth. She circled the aureole with her tongue and then planted kisses all over the breast while she gently squeezed it while reaching over with one of her hands and rubbing and squeezing the other nipple. “Do you like that slave?” M asked.
“Yes Mistress, thank you.” M moaned.
“Is it exciting you slut?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Show me.” M demanded. S looked at her, contemplated a few seconds, then reached one hand between her legs, dipped her fingers into her pussy, then brought them up to show her Mistress.”
“Slave, when I tell you to clean your fingers, my fingers or our Master’s fingers, here is how I want you to do it. I know you have been trained by our Master, but it seems to me today it is my job to train you as best I can. Watch.” M started to lick and kiss S’s wet fingertips, then she brought her tongue up and down each finger, darting it in between her fingers, before finally engulfing the fingers with her entire mouth. She sucked on them and then released them. “Now slave,” M commanded, “See if your Mistress is wet.” S looked at M and paused a moment before reaching her hand down between M’s legs and inserting her fingers in M’s pussy. She pulled them out, damp and glistening. She showed them to M.
“Now slave,” M said, “clean your fingers.” This was to be S’s first taste of M’s pussy. S slowly brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly licked them just as M had demonstrated.
“Slave, what do you think of the taste of your Mistress’s pussy?” I asked.
“It’s delicious Master.” S said.
“M, now you give S another taste of your pussy.” I ordered and M reached down between her legs and touched her pussy, dipped two fingers inside and then raised her wet fingers to S’s mouth. As S cleaned her Mistress’s fingers the way she had been taught I asked her, “Does your Mistresses’ pussy taste even better from her own fingers, slave?”
“Yes Master. It tastes wonderful. Thank you Mistress for letting me taste your pussy.” As S said it M looked over to me, and then said to S, “You’re welcome slave. I think it is time for more than a taste. Now get on your hands and knees on the floor.” S climbed off her Mistress and kneeled on the floor. M connected the leash to S’s collar and began to lead her into the bedroom. I followed them in. M climbed on the bed and laid on her back while S kneeled on the floor next to the bed. M called S and told her to join her on the bed. S climbed onto the bed and knelt next to M. M grabbed S’s leash and pulled her down to kiss her. They started to kiss then M pulled her down on top of her and S laid atop M, their breasts pressed against each other, as they kissed passionately. It was a beautiful sight! M grabbed S’s face and guided it to M’s tits. S started to lick and kiss one breast then the other. She started to really work on M’s nipples. Then M pushed S off and rolled onto her stomach. “Massage me slave, and give your Mistress a tongue bath. Do it the way your Master likes to see as he will judge whether you deserve to be punished or rewarded for this.” M said.
S climbed on M’s lower back and started to massage her shoulders. After spending several minutes making her Mistress feel good, S leaned forward and started slowly licking every inch of her Mistress’ back. She leaned over and thoroughly cleaned M’s underarms with her tongue. Cleaning my underarms and giving me a tongue bath were ways that S and M both liked to submit, so I was confident S would know how to give a tongue bath to M that I would enjoy, I just was not sure if she would actually do it. But there she was, licking the armpits of a girl who until now had been the one to serve her, and only on the very rare occasion that they were together. When she finished her underarms she started to work her way down her back. I was anxious to see her get past her back but was afraid she would linger there trying to get up the nerve to move her mouth to more intimate areas, which is what I was awaiting for! Fortunately, I was mistaken. S was ready to do what was expected. She began to kiss her way down past M’s lower back then she kissed her way around M’s full, round cheeks. Soon she began to drag her tongue around M’s butt. It was a beautiful and very hot sight! S started to massage and knead M’s buttocks while still planting a few kisses on them, then finally she spread M’s cheeks, holding them spread wide and then she began to dip her face between M’s cheeks planting kisses directly on her asshole! It was very sexy watching this. Then S stuck her tongue out and started to work her tongue in and out of M’s asshole. M loves to have her ass licked and whether she wanted another woman to do it or not, it still seemed to be making an impression. Her pussy was open, swollen and soaked. I could not wait for the rest of the tongue bath! “M roll over onto your back. S serve your Mistress, eat her pussy and make her cum. I want to see her cum twice in the next 10 minutes.” M rolled over and I saw S staring at her pussy. She seemed nervous and unsure. I realized it was easy for S to give a tongue bath to M; not much going on with her tits or back, and M is very clean so her armpits and asshole were pretty tame too. Now though S had a soaking wet pussy right below her, and it was the pussy of someone she considered competition. S had only been with that other woman once, and though she said it went well enough that they had planned to do more together with me, I never got any details. Maybe they did not do everything. Maybe her friend did not get as wet as M who could get very wet, actually just like S, and nothing made M wetter than having things done to her asshole, like S was just doing with her tongue. “You heard our Master! Eat my pussy now bitch!” To which I added, “Yes, your hesitation has already assured you serious punishment. Don’t make it any worse for yourself.” S positioned herself between M’s legs and began to kiss all around her pussy just as she had done to M’s ass a few minutes ago. She seemed more at ease and whatever was inhibiting her seemed to have passed. She never told me what she was thinking at that moment, but I did try to discuss it after the weekend and she claimed to not have been hesitant, but to have been distracted by a stray thought. Perhaps something about M’s wet pussy reminded her of that other woman, or perhaps now, as she was about to have sex with a woman she was not particularly interested in, perhaps she was rethinking her choice not to have more sex with that other woman when it was offered? Whatever was on her mind, it was clearly passed as S started to kiss and lick M’s thighs, all around her pussy. S was very good at teasing and driving you crazy with her mouth. The two best mouths, tongues and throats I have ever known were M’s and S’s, without question. This was a large part of my motivation to get these two together like this, on a more equal footing than when S dominated M, to see those wonderful mouths serving each other. Though I was using M to dominate S, the difference was M was ready to do anything I wanted whereas in the past S was unsure what sexual contact she was willing to have with another woman. So even though M was the dominant one today, she knew I expected her to do many sexual things to S, under the guise of training her, demonstrating to her or rewarding her. So I was anxious to move this weekend along! I wanted to see everything I wanted to see, but I also wanted to get to the part where I was feeling both those amazing mouths all over my body!
As S was kissing around M's pussy she kept getting closer and closer to the most sensitive parts. Finally, before touching her lips or penetrating her with her tongue, she gently kissed M’s clit. I don't know if M was stolen the place where she didn't want to enjoy what S was doing to her, but if she was she was doing a bad job, because the moaning she did starting when M's lips brushed against her clit just kept getting louder and more insistent as she began to use her tongue and lips to pleasure M’s pussy. Seeing as lying between M’s legs, her face buried between her and her mouth against M’s pussy was just so hot that I climbed on the bed, pulled up on S's hips and once she got on her knees I entered her pussy in one smooth hard stroke. I fucked her from behind while she ate her Mistress M’s pussy. Each time I rammed my cock inside her pushed her face harder into the pussy. It was beautiful to watch and I grabbed S’s hair from behind. I pulled hard on it and lifted her face away from M’s pussy. “How does the whore look?” I asked M from behind S. “Her face is all wet like a whore who's been enjoying her mistresses favor.” “Excellent.” I said as I pushed her face back into M's pussy.” I held onto her head and moved it around to make sure her entire face got wet. Then I let her go to continue eating her Mistresses’ pussy. I was enjoying all of this so much I didn't feel like pointing out that 10 min. had gone by. Besides I decided to give S a bit extra time for the interruptions. It was clear S didn't know M's pussy or her reactions like I did. There were a couple of times when M was on the beginning track to an orgasm had as known and know how to run with that. If at that point she had really worked firmly and very quickly on her clit she could've propelled M to orgasm. Since she couldn't tell because she didn't have that kind of experience with M, it would've behooved her to try to figure out how to move M along based on what she knew about M. M enjoyed anal stimulation, to the point in fact that even painful anal insertions, if it was by something she wanted like my cock, made her soaking wet. Therefore she might've wanted to try pumping a couple of fingers in and out of M's asshole while she was eating her pussy. Other things that got the desired response from M were nipple clamps and tugging hard on her pubic hair while having her pussy eaten. These probably played into her submissive nature and the way she handled sexual pain. However, as she was in the dominatrix role here, it is unlikely she would've put up with nipple or any pain offered by her slave. Therefore S's best bet would've been anal stimulation while eating her pussy. But, since S did not know how to read M's reactions nor did she think what might help stimulate M, despite the excellent technique and the sexy show she was putting on for me, it was unlikely she is going to get out of this with two orgasms for her mistress and no additional punishment for her.
It was clear S’s mouth was beginning to tire. Even though M didn't seem on the precipice to orgasm, it’s funny how you never really get tired of somebody performing oral sex on you. I could see M was prepared to let S continue, but I could see S was going to need a rest. I would make sure not to use her mouth while we punished her.
I grabbed her hair again and pulled S away from M’s pussy. “First let me say you did a beautiful job. You two looked very hot which is why I had to fuck you. It's been way longer than 10 min. and we were really getting anywhere so you're going to be punished both for hesitating when you should've been diving right into your mistress’s pussy as well as failing to make her cum twice in the time I allowed. As much as I would like to eat both your pussies, I think you will learn best if your mistress trains you. After you are punished your mistress will demonstrate to you the proper way to eat her pussy. It may not make you cum, but that is not required, only that you learn how to make her cum. Afterwards you will demonstrate again on her and we'll see if you can do better. So M, how shall we punish your slave?” As soon as I asked this I could see S appeared a bit more nervous. While S could handle pretty harsh punishment she could not handle the level of pain routinely endured by M, K, or slave C (that some of you met in the other related post I put in Training of Submissives). S was close, perhaps the level right beneath and for short periods of time could handle perhaps as much of some types of pain as M. S could never handle the severe nipple pain that M has endured. S could handle as severe an ass whipping as M but not for so prolonged a period as I've beaten M's ass. I also don't think S could've handled some of the severe paddling’s I've given to M with that infamous sorority paddle that she brought to our relationship when we first started D/s. However, unbeknownst to S I did give M instructions as to the limits she could punish S. She was aware that she could not pierce her nipples, or hang more than 2 pounds of weights from each nipple, and she could not abuse S’s asshole with anything larger than she is expected to take up her own asshole. I made a list of which implements she could beat S's ass with, how long she could do it and how hard. I gave her a very limited list of whips to use on S's back. M seemed a bit annoyed when we went over this but I explained to her that she should be proud of what she can and does take for me, and know how happy and satisfied I am when we are together. I also explained to her there were many differences between submissive girls and she should be grateful for limits even though S’s seem so much more than hers. “After all M, when S dominates you, you should understand that I give her limits. She actually can take and stand much bigger things up her asshole then I would ever try on you. It didn't take her long punishing you to realize just how much she can torture you with severe anal insertions. I don't know if she would do that to you but I do know I've made it clear that she cannot, and the restrictions imposed on her were that she couldn't even use things that she could handle but rather could only use the size of things that I chose. I only limit what you can stick up her ass because I don't believe that either one of your limits should ever be tested by anyone but your Master. That is why, regardless of how severe you found other women have punished you on my behalf, I have never let allowed them to punish you as hard as I would, or you might have seen they could deliver much worse.”
“I would've taken harsher punishment for you. I know they punish me because you want them to. So you need not give them any limits unless they are limits that you would otherwise choose to impose, Master.”
“I know that slave. That's why your friend R says what an amazing slave you are, because you are indeed incredible.”
So the question was posed to M and she needed to choose. So I asked again, “How are we going to punish your bitch, M. Have you decided?”
“Yes Master, her ass should be whipped with the dressage whip and a cane. Then she should be fucked up the ass by the biggest strap-on I can find.” M answered.
Perhaps M remembered that S is not a big fan of firm straight whips like the dressage or especially a cane. She might've thought it would be particularly painful to get fucked up the ass after a harsh whipping. When speaking with M I have definitely alluded to the fact that not all slaves have the same tolerances or sensitivities, and I had made it clear that S could tolerate an ass fucking easier than M could. I never let M know that for some slaves, and many women, it was neither a punishment or particularly painful to get fucked up the ass, but I guess because of the way anal sex made her feel, her personal bias made her believe that the big strap on I was letting her use was big enough to punish S because she knew such a big cock would be a terrible punishment for herself. While I knew that technically it was potentially true that this big dildo could be a punishment to S, at least for the first few moments after the whipping, I was also pretty sure that by the end of the fucking S was liable to be enjoying herself and excited, so I suggested that S should also wear a pair of Japanese Clover clamps with one pound weights hanging from the clamps while she gets fucked up the ass, to at least ensure this was a real punishment. The clamps will hurt a bit but when the weights swing as she gets fucked she will certainly feel punished!
S’s face was still a little wet from M’s pussy. I thought about having M lick it off, which I would've enjoyed watching, but since I was using M to dominate S, but I was also making her perform sexually with S, I decided not to make her lick S’s face clean. I had M lead S on her hands and knees back out into the living room on her leash. M then tied S down over the arm of the couch as she was instructed. “M, conveniently you chose two instruments to whip this bitch's ass, and we happen to have two people who will enjoy doing it!” I swung them both through the air as I said this. “Which implement would you like and I will use the other!”
“That’s a tough choice Sir. I think I would prefer the cane because it's more painful, but then again you can wield it much more harshly than I can, so perhaps it would be a more effective punishment if I left the cane for you. But then again, I am her mistress and she disappointed me. And just because you could swing it harder doesn't mean you're in the mood to do so. I am in the mood to punish her severely. I think it should be settled--- I will take the cane and you can have the dressage whip.”
I found this most acceptable and a very logical choice, though I found some of her reasoning faulty. M knew it was rare when I had a cane in my hand that I chose to go easy on any slave, and besides the limits we discussed she had no reason to think I would go particularly easy on S now. But I particularly like the dressage whip. There’s something about its long, thin, black, swishy design that makes it appear even more ominous and cruel than it is. But it does cause a significant amount of pain and it leaves delightfully thin red stripes across a lovely pale ass.
“Who should beat our slave’s ass first?”
“You Master. You can make her ass nice and sore, and then my punishment will be even more effective and severe.”
“Sounds about right. It will be my pleasure to get her ass nice and sore for you!” I responded.
I positioned myself behind S and rubbed that lovely, firm, round ass. Then I stepped back and raised the thin black whip. I brought it down than up and down three more times very quickly. On the last stroke S cried out. Then I spoke, “S, you not only hesitated but you ended up disappointing your mistress. What sort of punishment do you think you deserve now?”
S answered, “It should be severe Master. You should hurt me. Make me beg to please my mistress. Make me beg to do a better job.”

“And so we shall slave.”
I raised and lowered the whip, bringing it across her fine ass 10 times quickly in a row before I paused. Through several strokes she moaned, groaned and cried out, but did not beg for mercy. When the strokes stopped S said, “I'm sorry I did not please you mistress. Please let me serve your pussy and make you cum. Let me taste you, and tongue you and make you feel good.” Then I raised the whip and brought it down 10 more times across her ass. She was crying out after every stroke now. Then I said, “Now it's your mistress’ turn. Beg her for what you deserve.” I commanded.
“Please beat my ass mistress, hurt my nipples and take my asshole. Make me suffer to be a better slave to you. When you're satisfied with my punishment mistress, please let me eat your pussy until I make you cum all over you bitch’s face!” S yelled out.
“I will do all that slave. I will break you of your bad habits and teach you how to serve your mistress!” M told her. Then M walked in front of her. While I beat S, M put on the strap on. It was huge, the biggest that I had yet used on M, and only when she earned the most severe punishment. I knew as S looked at it that she knew she could handle it when she was all excited, soaking wet and opened in every way, but I could see the trepidation on her face because she had to know after a severe whipping that it would take her a little while to get her head and her asshole ready for such an assault. She no doubt knew M was not going to give her that time, and that she would have to find a way to get herself back in the mood and very excited while she was having herself anally penetrated by that monster cock. It was easily as wide as M’s fist, and as long as her forearm. M was not the largest framed girl, so while formidable this cock was really not dangerous or excruciating, certainly not for S though for M it was extremely painful. M then grabbed the back of S’s head and pulled her mouth over her big fat cock. M was going to see that S gave that big strap on a nice blow job before she beat her ass and then abused it. If M thought she would make S gag on it, or somehow suffer from it, she obviously did not know that S was every bit the incredible cock sucker as M was. Soon enough M must've realized that because she pulled out of S's mouth, and got behind her with the cane. She unceremoniously brought it up and down three times, seemingly as hard as she could and as fast as she could. S cried out at the second stroke and through the third stroke, so rapidly they fell. “If I am not beating you then shouldn’t you be begging bitch?” M demanded.
“Mistress please punish your bitch, make me a better slave, and please let me serve your pussy and asshole, let me clean them, lick them, kiss them, worship and please every inch of my mistress’ body. I will take any amount of pain to taste your pussy again mistress. Please abuse my ass and asshole if only you will let me serve your pussy until I make you cum all over this bitch’s face.” As soon as S paused, M brought the cane down fiercely across S’s ass five times in quick succession. M moaned through gritted teeth, and as soon as M paused, S said, “Thank you mistress for punishing your slave.” M dropped the cane and picked up the nipple clamps and weights. She untied S’s outstretched arms so S could stand straight and give M access to her nipples. M snapped the Clover clamps on S’s nipples and she grimaced as each one bit into one of her tender nipples. Then M hung a pound weight from each clamp, and the pain this caused was evident across as S’s face. “Bend over bitch!” M said as she pushed S forward back over the arm of the couch. “Reach back and spread your cheeks, offer your asshole to your mistress’s big fat cock while you beg me to abuse your asshole.” S reached back and spread her cheeks, and also spread her legs a little, and said, “Please mistress, take your slave bitch’s asshole and abuse it with your giant cock. Ram it in me hard and deep and fuck me so roughly you shake my nipple clamps and make me scream.”
“You asked me so nicely slave it will be my pleasure to punish you.” M said as she roughly plans the big fat cock into S’s pussy. I’m sure M would've loved to just have stuck it up S’s ass before she got excited from getting fucked, but M knew that a slave's pussy was my preferred form of lubrication. Partially this was to make sure before a slave got fucked up the ass she was excited enough because she got fucked in the pussy first. There were a few times, and I believe it's been mentioned at least once in one of the blogs, where I felt the slave was so deserving of harsh punishment that I did not let them get excited first and I used another slave’s pussy to lubricate the dildo. If I was only with one slave I would've used a lubricant if that were the case, but if I had more than one another's pussy would suffice. So in this case whatever she would have preferred, M knew she needed to fuck S in the pussy first. She clearly gave it as little time as she thought I would allow before pulling out of S’s wet pussy and diving into S’s tight asshole. I watched S's face as M forced the cock in. S had her eyes tightly shut and pursed her lips and the discomfort was evident as the fat cock had penetrated her asshole. Once it was in, M immediately began to roughly and deeply fuck S up the ass. Watching S’s face, I could see what M could not from her vantage behind S’s beautiful ass, that already S was getting into it. M fucked S’s ass a long time, with S playing the part, crying “Thank you mistress for hurting my asshole. Oh mistress you’re so deep, you’re stretching my ass so terribly!” All the while wearing the pleasure across her face as much as the pleasure was written across M’s for thinking she was abusing S so harshly! However, from a particularly hard or quick thrust, the momentary pain was evident from the biting clamps and the weights tugging on S's nipples. Once her mistress was satisfied, because of some lingering inhibitions, what seemed the most distressing for S, besides the painful clamps and weights, was when M pulled the cock out of her asshole and then walked around to her face and made S lick it clean. It never mattered that she knew I would never let my slaves lick anything that was soiled or unhealthy. But unlike the earlier days, S was now well trained and submissive enough to do these humiliating tasks. Then, when S was told to stand straight, it was clear that the movement of the clamps with the weights hanging from them was very painful. M removed the weights from the clamps and then when she pulled the clamps off S’s nipples, as could not stop from moaning in pain. Then M spontaneously bent forward and began to lick and suck S's nipples. I knew she had no strong desire to do this so I assume she thought I would enjoy watching it while she knew it would deliver a good amount of pain as S’s nipples were still obviously very, very sore! I handed M a leash and she connected it to S’s collar, and S obediently got on her hands and knees and followed her mistress back into the bedroom. I sat down on the bed and had M get over my lap as I felt like spanking her, it has been a while since she been punished, and I knew despite following all of my directions, she was not satisfied unless she was the focus of the punishment and obedience. I gave her a very hard and fast spanking. When I'd led her off my lap she knew what she was to do next. She unhooked the leash from her kneeling slave’s collar and told slave S to get on the bed. “I am going to show you how to serve your mistress.” M said. She laid down next to S, and they faced each other on their sides, then M pulled S close to her and began to kiss her. While kissing her she roamed her hands all over S’s body. She rolled S onto her belly climbed on her back and began to massage and tongue bathe her. She worked her hands and mouth all over her back and shoulders and finally all over her ass. She began to work her tongue up and down between S’s cheeks. Then she began to vigorously lick and kiss S”s asshole. She was obviously working her tongue as deep as she could. Then she rolled S over. Straddled her stomach and bent and began to kiss her again. They made out like this for a few minutes, with M massaging S’s tits and squeezing her nipples, before finally beginning to kiss her way down. Soon M was kneeling between S’s spread legs. She began to lick and kiss around her pussy. Soon she was eating her pussy earnestly. While eating her pussy she reached up with her hands and began to squeeze S’s nipples. After squeezing and twisting them pretty hard, which was probably particularly rough on S who had just worn those clamps and weights, though you couldn't tell because she was very much enjoying having her pussy eaten, M took her hands from S’s nipples and soon was driving three fingers in and out of S's pussy while she sucked on her clit. When those fingers were soaking wet she rammed them into S”s asshole and started fucking her asshole with those fingers while eating her pussy and then sucking on her clit. I could see S was getting ready to cum, and I said, “M sit on S's face so while you finish demonstrating for her she can begin to show if she's learned anything.” M climbed around and sat on S's face then brought her mouth back to S’s pussy and worked three fingers back into her asshole. S began to eagerly eat M’s pussy, stopping momentarily the suck on three of her own fingers before working them in to M's asshole. She was fucking M’s asshole while eating her pussy and focusing a lot of her tongue's attention on M's clit. It was a beautiful sight indeed as they both came together at the same time. Despite the moaning and obvious climax, both slaves were well-trained enough to keep both their mouths planted on the other's pussy

until they were both done!
End of part one. Next, Part 2---R arrives!