Seduce Exotic Erotica

by Ella Hilton

  Her obedience and desire has him hotter than he has ever been. He has never before seen this level of passion in a slave. Usually by the time they have achieved any level of obedience, they are no longer capable of enjoying the passion. None of the more passionate slaves he's had have ever lasted this long. They expire from long before getting far into the lesson plan. He decides to test her level of obedience to see if she is ready to be rewarded with an extended training session.

  He climbs over her again, and enters her. She is so wet, and he is so hard, that his cock needs no guiding hand, but slides right in. He rocks inside her watching in fascination as her arms and legs appear to strain against restraints that are not there, passing a test no slave of his has ever mastered before. Her hips buck in order to take him more deeply inside. He is sure that her goal is to increase his pleasure, not her own, and this makes him so hot that he knows he will cum quickly. As he feels himself tense, he leans over and whispers, "You may cum if you like." The sudden and immediate rush of her juices sends him into the most intense orgasm of his life.

  When he is spent, he removes himself from her, and notices that she has already begun to restrain any further satisfaction. He is touched by this, and leans over to brush away the hair that is plastered to her face with sweat. His voice is now gentle and caring, as it hasn't been since the first night. "Are you still hungry, my sweet?" She nods weakly. "Are you anxious to finish your training and become a proper slave?" Again, a nod is her only answer. "Then you must tell me who you are, and what you want? How you answer will tell me how close you are to graduation."

  "I am your slave. I live to satisfy your every pleasure and desire, when you want, and how you want. I will happily accept any punishment you deem necessary, and I will enjoy no pleasure except at your command. Does your slave please you yet master?"

  Jane couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, and even more, she couldn't understand why she really felt that way. She couldn't bear the times he was gone. Initially, this was because of her imprisoned state, and the fear produced by his sound effects, but now, she ached with desire for his presence, as she no longer knew how to feel without his guidance. His every touch, pleasurable or painful, thrilled her entire being. As she finished speaking, she felt her legs being pushed over her head until she was folded in half with her butt practically pointed at the ceiling.

  SMACK. His hand stung her ass, and the demanding tone returned to his voice. "A slave does not question her master, but I will answer this one. Yes, you are starting to perform acceptably, and have proven that you can be trusted to be obedient. From now on, you will be permitted double training sessions, and I will increase your reward schedule. The punishment level will be reset at the beginning of the second session. Your answer proves that graduation is not far away." He replaced the dildo and the ball gag, but left her unbound.

  6

  He returned quickly with a second helping, and she was still acting as if her hands and feet were bound. He started by repeating the last exercise she had completed. She would now be rewarded with two bites, but punishment now meant she lost three. In between each half of the extended sessions, she would receive a rub down, and be allowed her release. She was so over stimulated from being denied for so long, that it was never enough.

  Within a few days, she was able to finish the entire program before exhausting the maximum number of corrections. He started to bring both helpings with him because their time apart was becoming as torturous to him as to her. Within a few weeks, she finished before her second helping was completely consumed. To reward her, he freed her hands and allowed her to feed herself. He gave her a second rub down, and allowed her to cum longer then normal.

  During this time, he also started coming to her late at night. This was not part of the lesson plan, just to satisfy the desire her complete obedience brought out in him. He would free her and remove the dildo and ball gag. But, except for following his commands, her limbs remained as securely in place as if they were bound. Her level of complete obedience made him ache to please her, and he would usually allow her an orgasm in time with his. When he allowed it, her orgasms were so extreme they intensified his pleasure in ways he never dreamed possible. He couldn't believe what this girl was doing to him.

  After his orgasm, he would attach her to the center of the head and foot boards, and lay down next to her to sleep. In the morning, he would free her and begin to use her again, sometimes without waking her first, and when he was finished he would return her to the standard position while he got breakfast.

  Then one night, she managed to complete the dinner exercises before finishing her first serving. He brought her to the bed for her usual rub down, and noticed that it had been so long since he had needed the whip that the welts had almost completely healed. She ate what was left of both servings, and he gave her a second rub down, lingering longer than normal as her sweet taste was becoming more and more irresistible to him. As he finished and looked up at the tension on her face, he wondered what she looked like as she came. He placed his fingers against her clit, and as she moaned and bucked her hips against his fingers, he looked on her face, and said "Cum." Her beauty was incredibly as her face relaxed with the release of her pent up emotion. As he pulled his fingers away, the tension returned, and he asked "Who are you, and what do you want?"

  "I am what you want me to be, I want what you want me to want. I feel nothing except at your command. Your slave burns to fulfill her master's pleasure." His smile was so big it almost hurt his face, her training was now complete.

  He went to the dresser and opened a drawer. "You have finally graduated. We'll need to dress you for your graduation ceremony. Put these on." He tossed garments at her one at a time.

  First was a bra with holes for her nipples to poke through. She removed a nipple clip, and the release of blood to the tender area was more painful than when the clip was original put on. She felt her excitement grow, but dared not think of the pleasure she would have when he permitted it. The feelings were the same when she removed the other clip. She put the bra on, working her nipples out through the holes, and replacing the clips. Her nipples were so engorged with blood, the pain was worse than being whipped, but this only made her burn with pride at her accomplishment, and desire to increase her master's pleasure.

  He tossed a thong at her, and she removed the clit clip long enough to put it on. The sensations she had just felt in her nipples were repeated in her clit, she was so high from the tension she was about to pass out, but knew that would not be permitted, and her punishment would delay the graduation ceremony. The rest of her outfit consisted of a pair of thigh high black stockings, a floor-length dress that is so sheer that you can see the underwear and chain clearly, a sexy pair of high heels, followed by a dog collar and leash.

  When she had finished dressing, he picked up the leash and led her to the car. He drove to an adult toy store where he led her inside. He selected a remote control vibrator, and after paying for it, turned her to face him, and reached through a conveniently placed slit that she hadn't noticed was there, and inserted the vibrator. They were standing right by the counter, and everyone in the store could see, but it pleased him therefore it pleased her.

  His next stop was a tattoo parlor, where after showing a card to a man; he led her to a back room, and sat her in what looked like a barber's chair. He reached for the slit, and pulled the front of the skirt open. She realized then that the entire front of the dress was held closed with Velcro. After tucking the skirt under her ass, he removes the thong, and gives her a quick lick. The chair has stirrups like at the gynecologists office, and he props her feet in them, before pushing a button.

  The woman who entered at his summons is wearing a smock from the beauty parlor next door. Her master enjoys the pain in her eyes as she receives her first bikini wax. As the girl finishes, she stands, and drops her skirt. Jane feels the vibrator turn on, and is commanded, "Tip her." Jane drops to
her knees and begins to massage the girl with her fingers and her tongue. Jane has never done a woman before, and prays that she does not disappoint her master, as she needs to graduate soon. Jane feels the rush of the girl's juices, and longs for the same release. When her master tires of watching the girl's orgasm, he turns the vibrator off, signaling Jane to stop.

  After the girl dresses and leaves, her master stands before Jane, and she hungrily tastes him as well. Once she is repositioned in the chair, the button is pushed again, and the man from the shop walks in. "You are what I want you to be. From now on you will be called Slave Cunt. Do you accept your new name?" As she nods her head, he continues, "You will now be marked as such." She is tattooed right on her freshly cleaned and already sore mound. The pain brings tears to her eyes that she dare not shed; to disappoint master is a fate worse than death.

  When the man finishes, he picks up her leash, and master orders, "Tip him." She is led to a cot in the corner of the room. Master moves the vibrator from front to back, and she lay down on the bed. When the man finishes, her master takes his turn. He allowed her to cum as she satisfied him. He moved the vibrator back, and turned her over to use her ass. He flipped her onto her back again, and kneeled over her, as she took him into her mouth, he leaned his head close to her cunt. After allowing her to work him for a while, he placed his tongue inside her and relished her taste. Her orgasm actually intensified his own.

  He drove a few blocks, and led him down a back alley, where he swiped the card from the tattoo parlor in a lock. Once inside, he showed the card to a bouncer, and said, "This is Slave Cunt, and she desires a proper graduation." The bouncer led her behind a curtain, and attached her cuffs to the chains there. From the other side of the curtain, she heard her master's voice. When he finished, the curtains parted, and there was a bright spot shining directly in her eyes.

  Master walked up to her, and opened the Velcro down the front of her dress. He used a remote to move the chains so that she was now suspended from the ground in a spread eagle position. He paced a chair before her and sat. She was positioned so that her pussy was directly before his mouth. As soon as he began to lick, her body began to writhe against the chains from the force of her orgasm. When he was done, he walked around behind her, and ripped open the Velcro that ran the entire length of the back. The chains began to move again, and she was now held face up parallel to the floor, just below waist height. The two halves of the dress hung down from her shoulders, and puddle on the floor below her. Her master fucked her more roughly than he ever had.

  The bouncer stepped on the edge of the stage, and began pulling slips of paper from a bowl. As he read the number on each, a man or woman would come up to the stage. The first man walks between her legs and begins to fuck her. The second man stood behind him, and waited his turn. The third was a woman who stood before her face, and the new slave knew what was expected of her. In all, the bouncer called ten numbers, and the rest queued up behind the end of the body they preferred, except for the last man, who climbed on top of her and held her breasts against his dick and rocked back and forth till he got off. When all had finished, master removed her leash, and swats her ass. After replacing the leash, she is lowered to the floor, still face down.

  Master begins to lead her off stage, and as she attempts to stand, the bouncer places his foot on her back, keeping her down on all fours. He removes his foot, but she has learned she must walk like the dog that she is. There is an empty table up front, with a sign reading "New slave." He lowers the chains above the table and attaches them to her wrists, and removes her leash. The chains are raised, pulling her off the floor. Once her feet, are at table height, she is swung over the table, and her ankles are attached to the edges of the table, forcing her legs as wide as they will go. He then lowers her to her knees, so that he pussy is at a comfortable height for him. He has denied her so long, that her orgasms are intense and non-stop. During the night, each member of the club comes over at some point. For each visitor, she is raised to a standing position, and the member swats her ass with the leash. Some members also bring their slaves, and after the swat, she is lowered, and slaves are exchanged for a performance of services.

  They stayed till closing as her master wanted to give everyone a chance at her. He did not even bother to refasten her dress when he led her home. Once home, she is led back to her cell so that master can enjoy his nightly routine. She is so exhausted that she sleeps through most of it. He is so hot that he does not notice.

  7

  In the morning, she begins to lovingly caress her new tattoo. As she does this, she realizes that she is unchained, and master is asleep. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if I can let him feel the joys of learning complete obedience?" She carefully removes the cuffs from her own wrists and ankles, and places them on his. She attaches them to the bed posts, and the places the nipple clamps on him. At first, she is stumped about what to do with the clit clip, but eventually decides to just attach it to some pubic hair. She picks up the dildo, and pulls the chain.

  "It would seem that now you are my prisoner. I will begin your training with breakfast, and continue until you understand the pleasure of complete obedience to another. I believe that you know the rules." The chains raise his legs skyward to expose his ass, and she shoves the dildo in. After securing the dildo, she puts on the ball gag, and blindfold, filling the gag with whipped cream. She turns on the angry dog sound effects and goes down to enjoy her breakfast.

  The Rendezvous

  Passion was on her mind as she drove to their secret rendezvous at a beach house 75 miles from her house. It had been months since she had truly enjoyed the pleasure a man can provide. This was going to be the first time they had ever seen each other.

  A nervous hand signed for the key at the realtor's office. A fictitious name scribbled for the first time seemed incredibly awkward but she managed. The old lady at the office was overly inquisitive as to the whereabouts of her supposed companion. "Coming in from a business trip" was her weak response as a bead of perspiration was forming on her upper lip.

  She made a hasty retreat and found the house easily. It was exactly how she had envisioned it. Small but well maintained with a nice porch right on the beach just off the bedroom. It was cozy and a terrific sound system put her at ease as she unpacked her things and put a few groceries in the kitchen. To her surprise the larger than expected bath had a tub/Jacuzzi combination. She wondered if he liked to play in the water.

  As evening fell, a couple of glasses of wine began to take effect and anticipation crept over her. She wandered out on the beach to watch the waves and listen to the ocean.

  She never heard a car approach.

  When she entered the house it was dark. She had neglected to put on a light at dusk. As she leaned over a table near the living room couch to put on a light a strong arm embraced her from behind and a hand was placed over her mouth muffling a scream.

  She froze.

  A firm voice ordered her to be still. She obeyed. A blindfold was secured and she was instructed not to remove it. Was it him? Or was this another stranger? She had only corresponded to this guy over the net. She was frightened. He moved her somewhere closer to the sound system. He was silent. This man was bigger than she had imagined her "rendezvous" to be.

  A soft cloth secured her wrists over her head but she was not stretched uncomfortably. He moved away - out of the room.

  Moments seemed forever when she felt him ease closer from out of nowhere. A soft strong hand moved up the small of her back and unfastened her bathing suit top. She breathed deeply almost gasping as his other hand gently squeezed her breast. Soft but firm kisses were played up and down her back and neck. Surprisingly she began to get aroused. Fear still present but her loins getting moist. "How could this be" she pondered to herself. This must be him. She hoped it was him. His breathing became faster and hotter as he spun her around to face him. If only she could see.

  His body moved away again and the
mysterious silence continued. The only sound now was the gentle music from the speakers. Suddenly--- her bikini bottoms were torn from her and she started to struggle for the first time. But again those strong arms restrained her and she felt his naked flesh and cock pressing against her for the first time. She knew she was going to be taken. She started to cry.

  He finally whispered --telling her that this was not going to help. It was a strange sensation--that whisper--it had a calming effect---like a shoulder to lean on when things aren't going so well.

  She knew.

  As he slowly penetrated her most sensitive spot her hands were freed and they tumbled to the floor and her most hidden passions were released then and there.

  They were both gasping for breath after mutually satisfying exploding orgasms. Small grins changed to giggles and then to belly laughs. As they calmed down, it was the first time they ever looked into each others eyes and had the chance to really see the other. He hadn't lied.