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Ah, how well he knew her!  He knew she would be aching, not just from the pinch of the clamps and the pull of the tethers, but aching for him.  She screamed when he grabbed her from behind, so into herself and the intensity that she didn't hear him enter the room.  He nibbled her ear and used a hank of her hair to tip her head back against his chest, his warm breath teasing the sensitive spot just behind her ear.  He fingered the clamp on her right tit, flicking it a few times while she shuddered and twitched, then soothing around it.  She breathed deeply through her mouth, unable to move until he decided what to do next.  Her knees buckled when he unceremoniously pulled the clamp from her nipple.  The dull throb and ache turned to sharp hot pain when blood surged back into the tissues.  

Before she could fully recover he was twisting and turning the clamp on her left breast.  She steeled herself for him to remove it, but was unprepared when instead he yanked the clamp from her pussy lips.  His fingers found their way along her slit, rubbing over the spot he had just assaulted, dipping every so briefly into her cunt.  His wet fingers were at her mouth and she opened to him.  She tasted herself and applied all her energy to sucking every drop of her juices from his talented fingers.  Her tongue caressed him, stroking and hoping to tease him into changing his fingers for his cock.  He abruptly freed her left nipple, causing her to start, but luckily she kept her teeth from scratching or biting him.  His left hand was kneading the sore breast, squeezing and releasing her throbbing nipple, rubbing and twisting it, stretching then relaxing it.  She was light headed from the sensations.  Her own juices were wet on her thighs, his fingers still in her mouth.  She fed from him, his hand working her breast, his hard denim covered cock against her naked ass, her bare back and cuffed hands held tightly against his bare chest and stomach.

He removed his hand from her lips and slipped it under her legs, lifting her in his arms.  She caressed her face against his chest.  She settled into the feel of him, the strength of him holding her.  He put her on her knees and bent her over the rounded top of the antique trunk that occupied a place in the living room.  He released her hands just long enough to reattach them over her head to a hook at the rear of the chest.  Her legs were free but he placed them firmly a couple feet apart.  Even without instruction the message was clear that she was not to close them.  Her sore breasts pressed into the smooth old wood, warming it with the heat of her skin.  He massaged her ass cheeks, gripping and releasing, soothing and arousing.  A finger toyed along the cleft of her rear, circling her ass hole.  She held her breath wondering if he'd take her ass this time.   He moved his hand lower, taking possession of her cunt with his thumb.  He massaged her inner core while the other hand rubbed her flank.  She gasped and moaned.  He moved his hand, a finger within millimeters of her clit but not quite touching.  He pulled out and wiped his soaking finger on her rear.  She was embarrassingly wet and the evidence was a damp swath drying across her ass. 

She slept locked in his embrace with her hands attached to a thick length of chain secured to the headboard.  His leg thrown casually over her hip and a hand cupped her breast.  His cock nestled against her rear.  Several hours later she woke to find him stroking her intimately before taking her again.  He left her hands chained while he claimed her.  This time was firm and commanding but not punishing as the earlier time had been.  Her fingers clenched into thin air, unable to run them through his hair or to stroke his chest or massage his back.  Any way he took her she fed off his pleasure, so content to know that she satisfied him yet again. 

Early Days for Brad and Kaitlyn

He lit up with his killer smile, once again taking her mouth with his.  This time she felt a change.  He possessed it in an intimate way that he had not quite used on her before.  He was making his mark on her, owning her, letting her know what was possible.  He laid her back on the blanket, never letting go of her mouth, bringing a hand into the low cut top of her dress.  He cupped a breast, first stroking it gently then roughly grabbing it.  She moaned, consumed by his magic mouth, desperate for him, his hand grabbing her breast exactly right, even though he dug into the sensitive flesh. 


He found her nipple, rolling it firmly between his fingers, harsher than anyone had done it before, making her flinch and yet making her oh so hot at the same time.  He slid his mouth off her lips and worked his way down her throat, stroking his tongue on her skin, sucking gently and tasting the sweat and sea spray. 


"Mmmm," he murmured, nuzzling between her breasts.   "Unhook the halter Kaity."  She took a breath, knowing she was taking a big step that could not be taken back.  He was asking her to offer her breasts to him.  No, again, not asking her, telling her.  And not just her breasts, all of her.  The only real question was did she want it.  Yes, she did want it.  And she was going to take the chance and get it.  The only other choice was her lonely apartment, her vibrator and her books and that was just not going to be acceptable anymore.

She leveraged herself up a bit, slipping her hands behind her neck and undoing the hook at the back that released the halter.  The straps fell, the weight of her breasts pulling the cups down and baring them to him.  She went to move her hands, but he stopped her, telling her to leave them clasped behind her neck.  She laced the fingers together, arching as much as she could in the hopes that he'd enjoy the view.  She was rewarded with his mouth moving down over her right breast, inching closer and closer to her nipple.  He took it between his teeth and tugged at it while she twitched and groaned and bit her own lip in simultaneous pain and passion.  


Oh yes, this was a thousand times better than any online list of instructions she'd had.  And no one she'd ever had real sex with had done such a thing with her before.  They were always so careful and solicitous.  Never passionate and ravenous like Brad.  This was intense and magical. 

Her eyes drifted shut but snapped open at his command, combined with a nip on the very end of her tit that made her yelp.  "Stay with me Kaity, no escaping elsewhere, understand?" 

"Yes, I understand," she responded, now totally in the moment. 

"Good girl."  He moved to the other breast, repeating his movements there, chewing at her breast and making her moan.  He plucked at the tit, pulling it out from her skin, using it to heft the weight of her breast, even wagging it back and forth making her cry out.  It hurt, yes, but in a way she couldn't explain it was a good hurt.  She had never been so wet.  She squirmed and tried to stroke her leg along his hoping to entice him to move things along.  He pulled back and laughed. 

"You wanton little slut!"  She was started, no one had ever called her something like that before, even in fun.  Honestly, no one had ever made her feel so wanton before so if truth be told, she guessed it fit.  He stroked his hand along the outside of her thigh up to cup her hip, shoving the dress out of the way as he went.  That left her skirt bunched up at her waist, her damp panties peeking out.  He continued to chew and suck on her breasts, creating a hickey on the right one that would probably show at least a bit when she was dressed again.    

"Stand up and undress for me, Kaity, right here on the beach where anyone might come by and see."  She knew this was a test and steeled herself to pass it.   She got unsteadily to her bare feet, the top of the dress flapping open at her waist already.  A quick flick of the side zip and the waist came free.  She let the fabric drop to the ground and stepped out of it.  Standing in front of him with nothing on but her boring cotton briefs.  She hoped she passed muster in her naked state.  She wasn't a thin girl, but if the gleam in his eye was anything to judge by, he didn't mind.  He nodded for her to continue with the panties so she slipped her fingers into the elastic and pushed them down over her hips, letting them fall to the ground as well.  She didn't know what to do with her hands, a large part of her desperately wanting to cover herself but the rest of her knowing that was not the right move. 

She remembered his earlier instruction and laced them behind her neck again, totally open in front of him.  He licked his lips, leaning back and looking up at her standing before him.  Her super fair skin glowed in the moonlight, darkened only by the shadow of pubic hair at her triangle and the hickey he had applied on her breast.

He watched the emotions play over her face, giving her some time to absorb.  He enjoyed that she had curves and some meat on her.  He hated those stick insect high maintenance girls that only wanted him for his money and position.  He loved that she had been wearing simple plain white cotton briefs under that sexy dress. 

"Who does this dress belong to Kaity?"  

"How do you know it isn't mine?"  

"It doesn't match the panties," he said.  "And you don't answer my questions with questions, understand?"  She flinched at the displeasure in his tone.  He wasn't playing, and she didn't want to bring his criticism down on her. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Yes, you're just learning, but don't make me tell you things more than once.  So, whose dress is it?" 

"Alisa, a friend of my roommate."  

"As I thought.  You'll have to have the valet service dry clean it before you return it to her.  Bill it to my room."  She was utterly embarrassed that he knew she'd borrowed it for the occasion and even more so that he could tell by her granny panties.   She didn't think guys really noticed things like that, especially when they had a naked girl in front of them, but either she was wrong or Brad was an exception to that rule.  She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying not to fidget but really uncomfortable just standing there naked in front of him, out in the open where anyone else taking a moonlight stroll could come upon her. 

Not to mention, she really wasn't in the habit of being totally naked in front of a guy less than 24 hours after first meeting them.  She kept her hands laced together behind her neck, both hoping he would do something soon and dreading he would do something soon.  She nearly jumped out of her skin when he called her over.  He slipped onto his knees and wrapped his hands around her bare ass, grabbing and hand full of each cheek.  He rested his cheek against her soft stomach, then trailed his tongue across her skin, circling her navel and tracing the space between her navel and the top of her furry mound. 

She whimpered, tantalized by his touch on her, praying he would move lower, pushing her hips towards him.  He held her in place, his big solid hands tightly clenching her rear so that she was sure there would be handprints tomorrow.  He let go of one cheek and traced a finger through her slit, making her shiver.  He dipped it into her cunt and she lolled her head back anxious for him to do more.  He swirled his finger around, then stabbed a second one in to join the first, pumping back and forth in her slick, hot canal.  Her thighs were quivering and her bare nipples were hard and standing at attention.   

She rocked against his fingers, never having felt so wanton.  Maybe she really was the slut he called her earlier.  He pulled his hand free, glistening in the moonlight with the evidence of her arousal.  He stood up in front of her and brought his fingers to her lips. 

"Taste it Kaity.  Suck them clean.  Taste how much you want this and how much you want me."  She bit her lip then parted them for him, drawing his fingertips into her mouth, stroking them with her tongue.  She tasted the tang of her juices and the salt of his skin, mingled together.  She flexed her fingers, still held behind her neck, wanting to touch him but knowing she wasn't supposed to unless he allowed it, wanting it more so than if he had.  When she was done, he kissed her again, holding her chin with his damp hand. 

"Good girl," he told her.  "Get dressed." 

"What?" she sputtered.  A sharp smack landed on her bare bottom making her jump. 

"Don't answer me with questions, Kaity.  Get dressed.  And no panties.  I don't want you wearing panties again until I find you some that I approve of."  He stuffed her plain briefs into his pocket to ensure they would not return to her body. 

Just where she belongs

"The blue rubber bands on each nipple please and the yellow on the bases." 

"Right away Master Brad."  She pulled something from a drawer at the wardrobe and then deftly circled the base of each of Kaitlyn's breasts with a large wide rubber band.  She made two turns around each one and let it snap when she released it.  Kaitlyn jumped and bit back a yelp each time.  She immediately felt the pressure building in her tits and could see her nipples becoming erect.  Two smaller blue bands were similarly slipped over each nipple and flipped around for two turns as well.  Like the larger bands she let each of them snap directly on the nipples when she released them, prying a squeal from Kaitlyn both times despite her best efforts.  The bands were tight on her skin, as bad as any clamps he'd used so far but in a different way.  

"You're beautiful like this my Kaity," he said, standing over her and looking down at her through her spread legs.  "As a matter of fact, you've been beautiful all day.  But like this, you're mine.  Open and spread for me, bound and stripped with my marks on your ass and thighs."  He trailed his fingers over her skin as he talked, adding in sharp pinches as he went that made her twitch and groan.  "Your tits are at total attention, ready for me to chew on or whip.  You're looking at me and nothing else, totally mine.  Aren't you my wanton little slut?"  He punctuated his question with a sharp pinch close to her cunt.

"Yes!" she yelled out, combining her yelp and his answer.  "Yes, I'm your wanton little slut.  I'm totally yours." 

"Just imagine that fucking machine with you like this.  I could set it here and drill it into your cunt for hours.  Or your ass.  Or I could get two and do both.  Or, I'm sure there's an attachment that would do both holes at once.  I could leave you on it for days at a time," he mused.  She shivered at the thought. 

"Are your nipples sore Kaity?  I've ordered some fun toys for them.  I don't think I'm going to have your nipples pierced anytime soon.  We'll see.  It would be a lot of fun to have rings there.  Think of all the things I could tie them to."  He flicked his fingers sharply at each nipple hitting them with the back of his nail until she whimpered.  "I didn't hear your answer Kaity." 

"Yes, yes, they're sore, throbbing pain." She could hardly talk as he continued to flick at them. 

"Riding crop or finger flicks, Kaity?" 

She tried to choose the smart answer.  "I think you'd prefer the riding crop."  

"True.  See how well you know me?  Mrs. Haben, would you mind?"  She was startled, having forgotten that Mrs. Haben was still there.  He definitely had her undivided attention.  Mrs. Haben handed him a crop.  He swished it through the air a few times, then slapped it against his hand with a pop that made her jump. 

"Your boobs are still stripped from last night, so I'll have to use this where there aren't any welts showing.  I'd say right on the nipples, wouldn't you Mrs. Haben?"  Mrs. Haben stepped close again, peering closely at Kaitlyn's nipples then pulled back.  "Yes, it seems so Master Brad."  Before Kaitlyn had time to do more than suck in her breath in preparation, the tip of the crop came slapping down on her left nipple.  She screamed.  She knew she shouldn't but it shot out of her like it had a mind of its own.  Before she could focus again, Mrs. Haben was at her side, sticking one of those ball gags in.  This time Kaitlyn welcomed it.  It would keep her from annoying him.  She'd done her best not to scream and that was all she could do.  She'd use this help to do what he wanted.  When it was buckled tightly the crop hit the right tit, if it was possible even harder than it had the first one.  The gag absorbed her scream this time and it felt good to let it out.

More slaps rained down on each nipple, alternating between them.  Her head was thrashing from side to side.  She reached deep within and reminded herself to submit.  To just feel it and not fight it.  That calmed her and she settled a bit.  

Then suddenly she was keening again, screaming into the gag.  He was hitting her cunt with the crop.  She pulled reflexively to close her legs but her feet were secured wide apart.  She tried to pull her hands up to cover herself but they were secured to the floor.  There was nothing she could do and slap after slap was striking her pussy lips.  He stopped.  She hoped that meant he was done.  She whimpered and felt the tears drip down her face.  He was watching her intently, smiling at her. 

"Do you want me to fuck you, Kaity?"  She bobbed her head up and down as much as she could.  "Good girl.  Because I'm going to do it now either way, so it will be nice if you want it too." He grinned.  She nodded as much as she could, hoping he knew she was begging for him.  He pushed the chain aside and slipped into her cunt, holding himself tightly against her throbbing cunt for a moment.  She took the chance to adjust to the feel of him filling her.  She was just where she belonged.  She was his to use and he was making use of her as was his way. 

Wanton Little Slut

She was ready to beg him to take her right then and there, but he was insistant that she get something to eat first.  Mrs. Haben had a meal ready for them and she sat especially upright in the chair, held in place by the corset, feeling the balls inside her cunt.  Her jacket and skirt had been removed, her bare breasts stood obscenely from the top of the corset.  The chastity belt only drew the eye to her crotch.  Mrs. Haben served the meal as though a half naked dinner companion was nothing special.  Brad had shucked off his suit coat and loosened his tie, unbuttoning his top buttons.  He looked incredibly sexy like that and she couldn't keep from watching him while she ate.  "Why Kaity," he said after a bit.  "You wanton little slut.  You're looking at me like you'd eat me for dessert if you could."  

"Yes, Master, I am your wanton little slut and yes, I would ravage you if you'd let me."  She realized that Mrs. Haben had heard her call him Master.  She supposed she'd better get used to Mrs. Haben seeing and hearing pretty much everything.

"Very tempting, but tonight I'm going to ravage my girl.  I guess we should get on with it then.  Mrs. Haben, please take Kaity upstairs and remove her ben wa balls for me.  I'll have legs spread, hands together to the headboard please.  I'll be up shortly, I just have to make one overseas call first and put a project to bed."

Once upstairs Kaitlyn stood still while Mrs. Haben unlocked the chastity belt and helped her to step out of it.  It felt so good to get it off.  It had been digging into her skin all day and left red marks on her skin.  Now it was time to remove the balls.  She closed her eyes, not wanting to know how that was going to be accomplished.  Mrs. Haben was almost clinical when she asked Kaitlyn to spread her legs and reached a finger inside her to scoop them out one at a time.  Kaitlyn willed herself to relax so that the balls would release, but it was extremely difficult to do so given the circumstances.  It was a relief to have them out and a relief to have the process of removing them over, but she felt extremely empty suddenly.  She hoped Brad would be up soon and fill her back up. 

She lay on the bed and waited while Mrs. Haben washed up.  When she returned, each of Kaitlyn's legs was cuffed and chained wide apart to the corners of the bed.  Her hands were cuffed and hooked to each other, then to a single chain centered in the middle of the headboard.  The corset was still tight on her skin and Kaitlyn was sure that the marks left by the chastity belt would be nothing compared to what she'd look like once the corset finally came off.  She lay there waiting, reviewing her day, remembering with a smile telling her boss off.

He found her like that, a slight smile on her face while she waited bound in his bed.  The corset was beautiful on her, her breasts were perky and waiting for him, her cunt was bare and spread for him.  She was his, totally his Kaity.  There was nothing better.  He slapped the multi-tailed flogger into his hand and she snapped her head torwards the door at the sound.  He could see the flogger scared her, but he could also see she wanted him and no one else.

Bedtime stories

"You have your instructions girl."

"Yes, master."

And that's how I find myself at Home Depot, running my fingers over the chain in the display.  Nothing sharp, per the instructions.  A small carabineer so that it can be attached to a D ring in the collar.  Then five feet seven inches of heavy, smooth chain. 

Of course with a length like that, it has to be cut by the guy that works here.  Shit, fuck, damn.   He’s eyeing me.  And of course I’m wearing a little mini skirt and a plain white t-shirt with no bra under it.  And high heeled ankle boots.  He’s going to ask.  I see it.  And I have to tell him if he asks.  Damn.

“So, whatcha getting this for?”  There it is, I knew it was coming too.

“My master wants it to chain up his slave girl.”  Yes, I’m beet red.  The guy is grinning like an idiot.  You know he was hoping for an answer like that.  He’d probably have made one up and shared it with the guys in the break room no matter what I said.  Now he wouldn’t have to bother, he had it straight from the slave girl’s mouth.

He believes it.

“Really?  You’re into that huh?”

“Yes.” 

“You like it huh?”

“Love it.  Uh, you done with that?”

“Oh sure, here you go.”

All I need now are the locks.  Master locks (of course, right?), keyed the same.  Got it.  Now thankfully home again with the supplies.  Nothing to do but wait for his call.

It came that evening, just before 6pm.  Master was 3000 miles away, but still in charge.  I wasn’t to forget it either. 

“Are you naked and kneeling for me, waiting by the phone?”

“Yes, master.”

“Excellent.  Is your collar on?  And your wrist and ankle cuffs?”

“Yes, master.”

“Take a carabineer and attach it to the front of your collar.”  The snap seemed so loud in my ears. 

“Did you attach the end of the chain to the foot of the bed?”

“Yes, I used the hasp you told me about and there are six big long screws holding it in place.” 

“And did you use a lock to attach it to the hasp?”

“Yes master.”

“Put the phone on speaker and lay flat on your naked back on the bed.”

I settled into position.   

“Are you wet?”

“I’m always wet for you master.”

“As you should be.  Put the vibe in but don’t turn the remote on yet.”  I slide the vibe as far in as it would go, feeling it fill me and rub against my g-spot, the other end settled on my clit.

“Lock your ankle cuffs to the chain.”  It clicked once for the right, again for the left, bringing my feet together and locking the vibe in place between my thighs.

“Did anyone ask what the chain was for?”

“Yes, master.  I told them that my master wanted it for his sex slave.”  He laughed, yes, of course he found it amusing.  It would be from where he sat.

“Poor baby.  If I was there, I’d beat your tits to make you feel better.”  I shuddered imagining it, both relieved and disappointed he wasn’t here to do it.

“Pinch your nipples for me, work them like I’d work them if I was there.  Pull them, twist, release, then again.”  I followed his commands, not even considering cheating, do it just like he would, feeling the pinch, gasping with it, unable to do anything other than his bidding.  It went on and on, minute after minute, the nipples hard and at strict attention.

“Lay the chain over your skin.  Is it cold?” 

“Freezing!”  It settled over my skin from my tethered ankles to my neck.  I held my breath while it warmed against me, the weight settling on me, his presence by proxy. 

“Hook it to the carabineer on your collar.”  Done, I am chained.

“You have the key on the string, attached to your wrist cuff?  You’ve tested and you can reach it with your hands together?”

“Yes master.”

“Turn the vibe on high and then lock your wrists to the chain.  You can turn the vibe off at 6am.  Good night girl.”

© 2011 André Santhomas

Pursuit

He's been watching her.  She is close, but not quite right.  She wears a ring that catches the light, but it isn't a diamond.  It’s a little silver skull.  She wears it on her middle finger instead of her ring finger in a subtle "fuck you".

She flirts because she can't help herself but to flirt.  She intrigues him because she isn’t fully polished.  She's just like all the other women he meets at things like this.  Except she's not going to be too high and mighty to get down and dirty when the time comes.  And she's going to toe the line because he has much more power and money than she could ever imagine and you can do things with that.  When he wants something, he gets it, one way or another.  He wants her.  Wants to not just rent her but own and possess her.  If it takes some money to do that, no big deal.  He'll make more.

He's made more while he's been standing here thinking about it.  Hundreds of thousands more.  Maybe even a million if that damned overseas deal has finally closed.  Doesn't matter.  What matters is having her sprawled on his sheets, servicing his every whim, adoring him, riding him, performing for him.  She's young and beautiful.  She'll be even more beautiful naked and sweating, straining when he ties her up.  He'll have her arms above her head, her ankles tied to the footboard, pulling her uncomfortably tight.  He'll touch her and she'll twitch.  For him.  He'll fuck her hard, for his own pleasure.  He won't have to pretend to care if she comes or not.  She will though.  She won't be able to help herself.  But he won't have to care either way.

He'll whip her.  Not the little pretend slap on the butt he has to give one of those trophy wife types.  He can make the heat radiate off her skin.  He can put stripes on her ass with his flogger.  Or her tits.  And he can call them tits.  He doesn't have to call them breasts and pretend he's looking into her eyes when he talks.  He can look down her shirt and grab a feel.  Hell, he'll have her naked all the time.  No messing around with hundreds of designer dresses that really all look the same to him.  And the shoes.  The dozens of fucking shoes all these girls seem to like.  This one will be barefoot and naked unless he wants her dressed up.

And when she is dressed up and he takes her out, she'll wear his mark on her.  A choker is so trite.  A bracelet.  No, an ankle bracelet.  Something unusual so that people will notice and comment, but it won't be blatant.  There's one at Tiffany.  A hinged bangle.  But he'll have the jeweler lock it on her so it won't come off her ankle.  Ever. 

She'll beg to serve him.  She won't be able to help herself.  She already lives for the fuck.  She'll die for his fuck.  And his attention.  And the joy of pleasing him.  And the fear of annoying him.  All her focus will be on him.  She won't eat or sleep or pee without his permission.  She won't sulk or whine or cut him off when she wants her way.  Her way won't matter.  Her only way will be his way.

All he has to do is get her.  That's the easiest part.  He'll entice her. He's got power and prestige and she likes that.  If she didn't, she wouldn't be here right now.  She'd be at a playground somewhere pushing a stroller instead of dirty dancing in a room full of people.  She might resist.  That will only make it more fun.  He'll triumph because he is who he is.  And because she is who she is, she'll submit.  And that will be just the first time she submits to him.  She'll spend the rest of her life submitting to him once she takes the first step.

© 2011 André Santhomas

Aftermath

Totally his.  He left her on stage a good hour, the backdrop for several other acts that performed during the evening.  Her juices were on her thighs, her skin was shining from the oil, she was naked, exposed, displayed.  For him.   He watched her up there, watched others watching her.  Yes, most of these men wanted her.  They saw what he saw when she was like this.  Some of the women saw it too.  His wanton little slut. 

Back in their hotel room, he tied her spread eagle to the bed.  She was stretched tightly, his touch on her directly now.  She stifled a yelp when he clamped each nipple, taking deep breaths until they settled into a throb.  She groaned when he pulled out the paddle.  Flat on her back, his options for places to swat her were going to sting in a serious way.  He grabbed her jaw tightly in his hand and ravaged her mouth, thrusting into her, owning her.  "Who owns you Kaity?" he asked against her mouth, not letting her catch her breath enough to answer him.  "I do," he supplied, taking her mouth again.

He slapped the paddle down over her mound, not as hard as he could have, but enough to make her yelp and jerk.  "Mine." 

"Yes, Master, yours."  He grabbed her breasts roughly, paying no mind to the clamps as he did so, making her wince and bite her lip.  "Mine." 

"Yes, Master, yours," she repeated.   He roughly shoved two fingers into her sopping cunt.  "Yours Master, yours," she said before he could even claim it.  "Yes, Mine."  He fucked her with his fingers, pushing them in and out of her faster and faster, his thumb brushing her clit each time.  His fingers bending up to rub the ridges of the g-spot.  She was sweating and breathing heavily, soaking wet and close to coming for him when he stopped, pulling his fingers free and having her clean them with her mouth. 

He smiled at her as she worked on his fingers.  Her pent up longing from the day transferred to her tongue on his hand. 

"My wanton little slut, licking your sex juice off my hand like one of those window whores would."  Yes, she was, his wanton little slut.  Ah, finally, he was entering her, filling her, feeding the longing she had all day for him.  He was just right for her, fit her perfectly in every way.   She screamed out her climax, clenching tightly on him when she came, bringing him along with her.  He rested on top of her, whispering into her ear, playing with her hair. 

"You know, Kaity, I saw the damndest thing today.  I was walking about the city.  There were lots of women in the whore houses, selling their wares in the windows, but one display happened to catch my eye.   It was three sluts in a window.  One light, one dark and one stunning red head.  But it was the red head that really caught my eye, you know why?"  She shook her head no.  "Well, see the dark one and the light one were just up there making a buck, but the red head, she was different.  She's a wanton little slut that just wants to fuck.  She had her eye on me the whole time and she just wanted to have me fuck her silly.  And you know what else about her?"  She slowly shook her head again.  "She liked those girls touching her.  She did.  She liked those little kitten touches at the direction of her Master.  Didn't she?" 

She sucked in some air feeling a bit light-headed and realizing she'd been holding her breath while he talked.  "Yes, I think she did, Master." 

"And then you know what else I saw Kaity?"  He fingered her nipples now, plucking at them while he talked softly to her.  "That same wanton little slut strutted on up to a stage, naked, in front of a hundred strangers and begged them to chain her down.  Demanded that they do it so that they could have their way with her.  Just to please him.  And you know what else?"  He slipped a hand back down to her cunt, feeling how she was wet yet again.  "That wanton little slut came up there in front of all those people and you know why she came?" 

He zeroed in on her clit and started flicking it.  "Because it pleased him.  But also because she liked it for herself.  She liked that girl fingering her in front of all those people.  She liked watching that whore suck her Master off.  She liked watching him fondle that girl while someone fondled her.  Didn't she?"

She found it hard to talk.  He was doing amazing things to her clit and she was seeing the scene again through his eyes.  She was amazingly hot and embarrassed about the whole thing at the same time.  "Yes Master, I loved pleasing you." 

He gave her clit a sharp flick with the back of his finger.  "That's a half truth Kaity.  You loved it for you too didn't you?" 

A tear slipped from her eye.  She wasn't sure if it was from the pain of the flick or the truth of his words or both.  "Yes Master, I loved it for me because I was doing it for you.  I wouldn't go looking for a girl, or looking for a stage, but I loved it for me and doing it for you." 

"There's my Kaity-girl," he said, reaching over to the bedside drawer that the maid had put the sex toys in.  He pulled out the big battery dildo they had brought from home.  He rested it on her chest, pointing it at her face while he untied her arms from the headboard.  She flexed her fingers when he released them, then rubbed her wrists.  He plopped himself on the bed next to her, just watching her a minute.  "Use the vibe and bring yourself off for me Kaity-girl.  Show me what that wanton slut really wanted to do up on that stage and in that window.  Show me Kaity."

She pushed herself up a bit and took the vibe from her chest, bringing it to her lips and stroking it with her tongue first.  Slowly, seductively she caressed it like it was his hard cock.  She flipped the power on and teased her nipples with it, pinching them with one hand and vibrating them with the other.  She moved the damp vibe over her skin and down to her bare cunt.  Her legs were still tethered wide apart, taut and spread for him, her pussy lips open and oozing with fluid.  She stroked the buzzing vibe up and down her slit, then in and out of her cunt, seeing it happening all over again, feeling herself on the stage with that girl's slick hands on her, watching that girl sucking him off.  She screamed for him when she came, thrashing against the restraints on her ankles, pressing the vibe hard on her clit while it washed over her.  She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, she couldn't think anything but pleasing him.  

He untied her, rubbing her feet, making sure her circulation was working then cuddling her into him.  "You're my girl Kaity," he whispered in her ear as she drifted off to sleep.   

© 2011 André Santhomas

Window Shopping

They had a whole day to themselves in Amsterdam and Brad promised her some window shopping.  He dressed her in a short pleated skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks, a see through lacey thong and a bikini top.  Fortunately the weather was warm because there was a huge amount of her bare skin showing.  They stepped out of a cab in an old section of the city, walking over the cobblestones and checking out the shop windows.  They turned a corner and Kaitlyn quickly realized that she was no longer looking at nick nacks and curios.  Instead there were women in the windows in various stages of undress.  All provocatively attempting to lure customers in off the street.  She had heard that prostitution was legal here, but she didn't expect it to be so blatent. 

He grinned at her surprise and kept her moving down the block.  They made a turn and then he was taking her into one of the shops.   He asked for someone by name and a moment later a big burly man with tattoos appeared.  They shook hands and he eyed Kaitlyn up and down.  Kaitlyn didn't need to speak Dutch to know that a deal had been struck.  What deal she wasn't sure, but obviously she was a part of it.  Brad gave her a kiss and grabbed her ass with both hands.  The man laughed and a moment later a woman came out and took Kaitlyn by the hand.  She found herself in a window display on the second floor with two other women.  One was tiny with long blond hair that reached nearly to her knees.  The other was dark with a deep brown skin and an exotic look.  The other girls wore only g-strings and moved to take her bikini top off.

Kaitlyn backed up, unsure of what was going on.  The girls didn't speak English either, but they nodded to the passersby on the street.  Yes, they were to put on a show for these people, entice them to enter the brothel.  She got that part.  And now she was to be part of that show.  Who knows what else she was to be part of.  She was deciding what she'd go along with when she spotted Brad on the street looking up and watching her.  He gave her a nod and it cleared her head.  She was performing for Brad.  She could do that.  She took a deep breath then allowed the dark girl to unhook her top and pull it off, letting Kaitlyn's breasts burst free.

The tiny blond stepped closer and rubbed her breasts against Kaitlyn's.  The dark girl moved behind her and pressed against her back.  Kaitlyn didn't really know what she should do, but she remembered that Brad would be watching and decided to surrender to it.  She shimmied her shoulders and rubbed her own breasts against the blond. Her nipples brushed nipples and became erect.  The dark girl was running her hands over Kaitlyn's hips and pumping her thong covered pelvis into the back of Kaitlyn's brief skirt.  The blond stepped back and moved to the side, allowing the dark girl to nudge Kaitlyn closer to the window.  The girls then started working on Kaitlyn's breasts, one holding them up from behind her, the other tweaking the tips.  Kaitlyn let her head loll back and just feel the soft sensations on her skin.  So different from Brad or any other male, yet in this context, also Brad's touch on her skin.  It seemed the nipple play went on and on and Kaitlyn felt herself getting wetter and wetter from the contact. 

The dark girl was bending down and pushing Kaitlyn's skirt off her hips and dropping it to the floor.  The tiny g-string provided no cover and the sheer fabric only amplified her pussy.  The girls were running hands up and down her legs and over her hips and ass.  They turned her around and bent her over, her ass big and prominent in the window, offered to the masses while they stroked their fingers over it and played with her g-string, pulling it tightly into her crack and rubbing it up and down against the tender skin. 

She was facing the window again and both girls were licking their tongues up her legs while she held her own breasts up and played with the nipples.  The warm breath and wet skin moving over her, closer and closer to her cunt.  She shivered as they moved higher, the dark girl running her tongue over the crease at the top of her thigh.  The blond girl was digging her hand into Kaitlyn's ass, holding her tightly in place.  There were many more people in the street now, men, women, couples, singles.  Stopping to watch the show.  Watching her.  Brad stood out from the rest.  She was tuned to him and felt his approval.  She was performing for him, pleasing him.

Now the blond girl had Kaitlyn's nipple in her mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue, kneading it with her lips.  So different from a man, ticklish and seductive instead of direct and blatent.  She had never had an interest in girls and wasn't sure she had one now, but she couldn't deny that the sensation was very arousing.  The dark girl used a finger to press the waistband of Kaitlyn's g-string down and followed the trail with her tongue.  She wished Brad were up here instead of down on the street.  Wished he was here pounding into her in a sea of soft feminine parts and warm wet tongues and lips.  She realized she was pumping her hips in a parody of the movement she'd have with Brad.  The dark girl was close, so close to the wet slit, but not quite when she stopped and moved her way back up.  Kaitlyn held her hands over her head while the two girls each worked a nipple into their mouths.  Some college-aged boys on the street were applauding and Kaitlyn rocked her hips.  Brad was grinning at her, watching her.

© 2011 André Santhomas

A night at the club

"Ah, there's my girl, excellent," he said when she came downstairs. 

She was poured into a completely see through nude body suit.  The stretchy nylon was tight on her skin like stockings and had some sort of shimmer to it so it looked as though her skin was glowing.  The front plunged below her navel, then laced up in a thin black cord, leaving her chest nearly bare, not even the pretense of coverage of any kind.  Where on earth could he be taking her in something like this?  More of the five inch heels.  This time a mesh that buckled on the side. 

He had changed to another pair of his comfy jeans and a plain dark t-shirt with a leather jacket.  She wasn't allowed a coat or cover of any kind and he made a point to tweak her nipples when he hooked her seatbelt for her.  They pulled up at an innocuous looking place.  It could have been just about any private club or restaurant in town.  From the outside, it didn't seem to be anything special.  A valet took the car with perfect deference and not even a glint that he found her naked body odd or unusual.  Brad showed a card at the front door and they were allowed to enter.  Once inside, it was like stepping into Wonderland. 

The room was filled with nearly naked people.  Topless girls, pierced nipples, tattoos were everywhere she looked.  People were crawling on the ground and being led by leashes that were attached to collars or nipples or cunt rings.  Right up front there were two oversized bird cages.  One was empty but the other contained a girl wearing only a waist cincher and high heels who was gyrating to the music that blared in the background.  The bars of the cage were wide enough for people to reach through and touch her as they liked and there wasn't enough room in the cage for her to move away from them.  Brad nodded to the other empty cage.  "That's your spot," he said, leading her to it.  She looked at him shocked and scared.  He took a moment to give her a deep kiss.  "You can do it, you're my girl."  Yes, she was his girl, she could do it.  Maybe anyway.  She took some deep calming breaths and decided she was going to try her best.

He opened the door and she stepped up about two feet onto the floor of the cage.  He cuffed each of her hands to vertical bars that ran along the inside of the cage.  He gave her one last deep kiss that filled her with strength and then closed the door, putting a heavy looking padlock on it.  He tucked the key safely into his pocket and patted it. 

"Get to work Kaity.  Hopefully, you'll collect more coins than the other girl." He smirked at her. "Or maybe hopefully you won't.  Either way, it works for me."  She had not even noticed the coin box at the front of the cage.  The other girl's owner was just emptying her box so they were starting on a level playing field.  What on earth would he do if she lost the contest?  She couldn't imagine.

He walked away, leaving her in the cage.  She took a moment to figure out what to do and started rolling her hips back and forth, then shimming her shoulders making her breasts bounce.  The other girl had much smaller tits than she did, maybe that would play in her favor.  She shook her hair a bit, too bad it wasn't long and luscious like the other girl's was. It would be one day of course now that she was growing it out for him, but she was a long time off from hair she could toss around. 

She realized she could slide her hands up and down the vertical bars, squatting down to the ground if she wanted.  That might help.  Yes, two people tossed something into her box with that move.  She pushed herself back up and went back to her shimmy and hip roll, then thrust her pelvis forward, like a dry hump.  Bingo, more coins in her box. 

She was trying to spot Brad in the crowd but it was impossible.  She was surrounded by people now, men, women, some she wasn't sure about.  She shrieked and jumped when a hand grabbed her ankle.  Now there was a hand on her ass, digging into her skin through the body suit.  The slats of the cage were wide enough for most any arm to reach in.  There were only a few inches of room on each side so she couldn't move away.  Her own hands were bound so she couldn't push them away.  They could grab and grope and pinch and fondle at will. 

And they did.  Hands ran over the stretchy nylon of her thighs and over her mound.  Fingers pinched her nipples, groped her breasts and dug into her ass.  She tried to remember the goal and to keep dancing.  As terrifying as this was, the penalty for losing the contest would probably be worse.  Someone tried to poke a finger right into her asshole, but fortunately the body suit prevented them from penetrating very far.  Her cunt soon received the same treatment every time she moved her legs enough to allow for it.  She felt trapped.  Squat and pump and earn more coins along with more invasive hands and fingers, or try and stand as still as possible and still get felt up nearly as much, plus lose the contest and suffer god knows what penalty. 

She jerked and squealed and groaned when one muscular man made it his mission to put dozens of tight pinches over the front and back of her thighs.  How long would this go on?  How many people had put their hands on her?  How many more would there be? 

The music pulsed in her head, a hard strong tuneless beat that she couldn't focus on.  She'd lost track of whether there were a lot of coins going into her box or not.  She squealed again.  A dark haired girl had caught her pussy lips in a tight vise-like grip.  The girl pinched impossibly hard and even twisted the lower lips while another woman striped the dark haired girl's bare behind with a fierce looking crop.  Finally, the beating stopped and Kaitlyn was released.  Tears rolled down her face and she couldn't even wipe them away. 

He was back, but only long enough to pat her flank, tell her she was doing well and then move away again.  Her heart soared when she saw him, then fell again when he left.  She bucked herself back up.  She was doing this for him.  Whether he watched or not, whether she knew if he was watching or not, it was all for him.  That's all that mattered.   She took courage and tried a few more squats, rewarded by the clink of coins in her box.  Of course the trade off was a hand on her snatch and a man that tried to impale his thumb into her asshole.  Thank god she had the small protection of the body suit, unlike the other girl.

It seemed that she'd been dancing for hours.  Maybe she had, she had no idea.  An air horn blew.  He was back to empty the coin box and do the count.  Brad and the other owner were brought up to the stage, coin boxes in hand.  Two men in top hats sat at a small table and made piles of the coin.  Kaitlyn bit her lip and waited for the verdict, trying to ignore the hands that still roamed over her.  Brad and the other man laughed together and shook hands, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.  The men in the top hats conferred and then a naked girl was throwing confetti over the other man.  Brad laughed again and made his way to Kaitlyn's cage. 
 
"Sorry sweetheart, you lost this one.  Hop out." He fished the key from his tight pocket and opened the lock on the door and then unhooked her cuffs.  She was shaking and sobbing when he took her hand to help her down. 

"Shhh," he said, gathering her to his chest and stroking her hair.  "You're going to hyperventilate like that.  Calm down a moment.  You know I won't let any actual harm come to you don't you?"  She nodded against him, unable to make real words.  "Ok, you ready?" he asked after she got herself together.  Again, she nodded against him.  "Use your words Kaity, I need to hear you say that you're ready." 
 
"I'm ready," she whispered. 
 
"Say it like you mean it," he said, looking at her closely.  She was almost there, but he wanted to be sure she was good to go first.
 
"I'm ready."
 
"Good girl, here we go."  He took her up to the stage and had her mount some steps to a platform that was a few feet higher.  Hands behind her neck, she stood in front of them all and tried to tune them out, focusing only on him.  A naked girl with pierced nipples and labia handed him a pair of scissors.  He spread her legs apart and she held her breath while he brought the sheers to her crotch.  He was snipping a hole in her body suit, the cold steel of the scissors touching her skin as he snipped the fabric.  He handed the scissors off and in front of everyone, shoved two fingers into her cunt.  She closed her eyes, trying to keep herslef on center, but opened them quickly at his punishing slap on her leg.  Yes, she knew better than that.  Probably a penalty later on for that one.
 He took his fingers from her and stood up in front of her so that she could lick her juices from him in front of everyone.  Yes, she was wet.  Crazy as it was.  And now everyone knew it as if there was any doubt.  Someone pulled a curtain open and she gasped.  Sticking straight up was a large fat vibrator, attached to the top of a pole that was secured to the floor.  She was led to it and some adjustments made.  She could see that she would be impaled on it and it would fill her completely.  He captured her mouth, reminding her that she was his.  She was doing this for him and she could do anything.  She was his Kaity and he was making all her dreams come true.   
© 2011 André Santhomas

Yes, Master. Always your wanton little slut.

"Hmmmm... this is all quite interesting," he said grinning at her while he dismounted his own bike and put them both away.  He returned to stand before her, considering her offer.  "Very interesting really.  First off, quite forward of you.  But then, what else can I expect of a wanton little slut, huh?"  She blushed, listening intently, wondering what he would decide.  "I do like you on your knees and begging.  Definitely a good look for you.  And, even though I haven't bothered with it before, I find I really like you calling me Master.  You'll do that from now on, understand?"   

"Yes, Master," she replied, wondering what can of worms she'd just opened but feeling the thrill of saying it seriously for the first time.  He was her master, she belonged to him completely.  Somehow it felt s right to call him that.

"You're hot and needy aren't you, Kaity?"

"Oh yes Master." 

"I rather like you like that you know.  But the idea of using you has a lot of merit too.  What to do, what to do?"  Kaitlyn bit her lip and waited, her breasts heavy in her hands, the balls still humming inside of her.   He smiled at her and pulled her to her feet, capturing her mouth in his kiss then walking her inside and down to the play room.  He strapped her in himself this time, putting her into a contraption that resembled old fashioned stocks.  She was kneeling on a small platform, her head and arms held securely by the boards that he locked with dog snaps.  There was no need for a lock and key.  She was unable to reach the snaps and would not be able to escape.        

He dropped his jeans to the floor and pushed his hips to her face, his hardening cock exactly lined up with her mouth.  She longed to run her hands over his thighs and cup his balls, but her hands were trapped out of reach and useless.  He rubbed his cock over her lips and she snaked her tongue out to caress him.  She tried to suck him into her mouth, but he kept himself just out of reach, letting only the tip touch her.  "Please Master, please let me suck you," she begged, desperate for his taste.  Thankfully, he relented, stepping forward so that she could bring him into her mouth.  She stroked her tongue over him, running it up and down the sensitive underside of his cock, caressing him with her lips, careful to keep her teeth out of the way. 

He started out slow and easy, slipping back and forth in her mouth, letting her caress him with her lips, feeling her warm, wet tongue on him, moaning low in his throat when she flicked the tip at the head of his cock.  She was giving everything she could with what little she could move, then suddenly he was fucking her mouth, strong and fast, pressing deep, pulling back before she could gag, but moving now at his own pace.  He pumped into her, using her.  She could barely keep up and then remembered that all she had to do was submit.  She relaxed and let him use her as he would, then he was spurting down her throat and she was drinking him in, laving his cock with her tongue, gently getting every drop from him.  She needed him in her, if this was the way to do that, she'd make the most of it, hoping to keep him inside her mouth as long as possible.  He was pulling away, slipping from her mouth with a soft pop as she pursed her lips around him, trying to hold him in.  "You're beautiful my Kaity," he said, gently stroking her cheek with his hand.  "My cum is on the corners of your mouth.  Your lips are swollen and puffy and look like they've just been well fucked."  She leaned her face into his touch as much as she could, soaking up his tenderness on her cheek.  He stroked her earlobe with his thumb then tickled the place just behind it, making her face flush with need.  He teased a finger over her lips and then allowed her to suck it into her mouth.  She worked it as she had his cock, sucking the salt from his skin, tasting the warmth of his flesh. 

"Still needy Kaity?" he asked, pulling his pants back up but leaving the button undone, a small V of skin peeking out between the denim. 

"Yes Master, always your wanton little slut." 

© 2011 André Santhomas