SevenDeadlySinsSeries

by Unknown

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  I nervously stood at his front door, fumbling with the key in the brass lock. This is stupid, I thought. Why was I so nervous?

  I stepped through the door, fully expecting to see Carlton standing in the living room anxiously waiting my arrival.

  The dildo still sitting perfectly upon his counter top hadn’t moved. In fact, the only thing that was different was the note. I picked it up, and carefully read each and every handwritten word, twice.

  I’m glad you enjoyed your toy. Now, open the first cabinet and remove the box. Before opening, strip. -Carlton

  Pretty presumptuous, I thought as I pulled the box from the cabinet. I wasn’t about to drop my dress before spying what was inside.

  I guess it was some sort of joke, to which I was only slightly amused until I opened the box and found another note.

  I figured you’d look in the box first. Nevertheless, strip and place the blindfold on your head before cuffing your hands behind your back. –Carlton

  I give him an ‘A’ for effort and foresight, and with a slight chuckle I kick my shoes off and push my dress to the floor. I hadn’t bothered with bra and panties, so now I’ve just about completed his request. I clicked the metal handcuff on my left wrist, then placed the blindfold over my eyes before snapping the remaining cuff over my right wrist behind my back. There, I’ve done it. Now what?

  I stood there patiently as I heard the distinct sharp sounds of shoes, dress shoes, the hard soled variety as they clicked across the wooden floor. Regardless of how mad I was, all signs of anger flushed from my body, completely replaced with anticipation and excitement.

  I felt a rough tug at the cuffs behind my back, pulling me from around the island and down the hall. I wanted to speak, but for some reason couldn’t force a single word out of my mouth. He was rough with me, but my body responded as I knew it would, and the wetness grew between my thighs as I was forcefully pushed into the home gym. I hadn’t walked more than a few steps as I felt the exercise mat under the soles of my feet. There I was man handled into a kneeling position. I could almost feel myself dripping down my inner thigh as a thick leather collar was cinched in around my neck.

  This was rougher than Carlton had ever been with me before, and I felt thick leather cuffs being placed on each ankle, and then on each wrist before the handcuffs were released. I pulled my hands in front of me, and there I felt the ring on each cuff being securely fastened to a spreader bar, forcing my arms wide apart. A short chain was then attached from the collar to the center of the bar. I’d only been in this position once before. Once.

  “Carlton?” I asked.

  Immediately I felt a hand push my neck towards the floor as my hands spread wide, the bar forcing my head down and my ass up.

  “Silence!” the deep southern voice boomed. “We’re just getting started.”

  I knew this voice, and like it or not I was no longer in a position to protest. Carlton had really done it. I fumed with anger, or excitement, or both.

  “Yes, Master!” I chirped, unable to keep the adrenaline rush at bay.

  Smack! I felt the sting of a cat-of-nine tails across my bare back. The sting instantly awoke my desires, my lust, before quickly melting into a warming sensation that covered my back. I felt like a dirty little slut, and I felt the need to be punished. Moreover, I felt complete satisfaction in the act of submission.

  “Well, well, well. It’s amazing how quickly we forget our place, isn’t it slut?”

  “Carlton,” I screamed.

  Immediately I felt the leather tassels of the whip come raining down across my ass. “Just like the cock loving whore you are, slut. Don’t know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?”

  I refused to answer, refused to give Benton the satisfaction. And with each refusal and subsequent lashing, my inner slut came closer and closer to the surface.

  “You see, slut. I’ve finally figured it out. You want the love and monogamy Carlton provides, but you need my firm hand. Isn’t that right?”

  I hated to admit it, but Benton was finally dead on. Through trembling lips I forced my response. “Yes.”

  Smack! Once again his whip came crashing down upon my ass, the very tips even touching the back of my thighs. “Yes, Master!”

  “That’s better, slut. Now, let’s get a few things straight around here.” I listened intently as he stepped around me, feeling his presence walking circles around my body. I was so turned on I felt the onset of the orgasm I’d been chasing since I left for England. Still, it was just slightly out of reach.

  Benton walked across the room, and I could hear him sliding something incredibly heavy across the floor. My curiosity was at an all time high, along with a muddled sense of excitement.

  “You see, slut, I was intrigued when Carlton approached me with this idea. Intrigued to the point that I considered it, repeatedly, and that’s also about the time that I walked the scenarios through my head over and over again, until the thought came to me. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. And what I mean by once in a lifetime, ‘Killer Carlton’ was only going to let it happen once.” Benton walked next to me, grabbed the blindfold and ripped it from my head and lifted my chin. “You don’t want to miss this, slut.”

  There, no more than ten feet away was Carlton. Naked, cuffed, ball gagged, and chained to the chair. “Carlton!” I exclaimed. “I’ll never forgive you…”

  “Shut up, slut!” Benton screamed as he walked back over to Carlton. “This isn’t his fault. This is yours. Remember, it was your idea to be dominated by me, and how’d you put it… Carlton had to be restrained? So let’s get on with it.”

  Carlton’s eyes were locked on mine, and we shared a complete sense of how we’d failed each other. And now, we’ve exposed ourselves to the one person who could destroy us both.

  Benton began unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt, and immediately pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Kicking his shoes off, he unzipped his trousers and dropped his pants, revealing the tiny Speedo like underwear he was so fond of. Last, but not least, he pulled off his thick black socks and walked barefooted across the mat and knelt beside me.

  This was not what I wanted, or was it? I could see his cock growing under the thin fabric, which he was kind enough to push into my side. With my ass in the air, Benton began his series of questions.

  His hand rested on my bare ass, squeezing my right cheek firmly. “I see your ass is as fine as ever, slut.” With that, he started with a gentle slap, then another slightly harder. “Have you given Carlton your ass yet, slut?”

  “Yes.”

  Slap! This one was much harder than the others. “Excuse me?”

  “Yes, Master!”

  “Much better.” He smacked my other ass cheek and said, “And has Carlton found out about your fondness for public sex?”

  “Yes, Master,” I said, and once again he smacked my cheek.

  “How about your desire to be watched, slut?”

  I strained to look at Carlton, whose soulful eyes expressed a desire to turn back time immediately.

  “Sort of,” I said.

  Smack! “I don’t think you’re giving a good example for Carlton, are you slut?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Count them out!”

  Smack! “One, Master.”

  “That’s a good little whore. Did you tell him about your desire to suck more than one cock at a time?”

  “No, Master.”

  Smack! “Two, Master.”

  “Did you tell him about your desire to be double fucked?”

  “No, Master.”

  Smack! “Three Master.”

  “Did you tell him about your desire to sleep with women?”

  “No, Master.”

  Smack! “Four, Master.”

  “My my. Not only are you a nasty little slut, you’re keeping secrets from your new Master. This reflects poorly on me.”

  My ass was now numb, and each and every slap o
nly sent warming sensations throughout my entire body. Worst of all, Benton knew exactly how I felt at this point, and with a simple slip of his hand he slid two fingers inside my pussy. “My goodness, Carlton. Our little slut here is soaking wet! What shall we do about that?”

  I couldn’t help how my body reacted to his touch. And even though I arched my back, lifting my ass in the air to allow Benton better access, I strained to look at Carlton. I felt ashamed to be so turned on, but I could see it was having a similar affect on him.

  “Have you ever watched her gobble up her own juices, Carlton?” With that he presented his fingers in front of my face. “Lick it, slut. Lick my fingers clean!”

  Without hesitation I not only sucked his fingers, I pulled them in my mouth and closed my eyes. Benton pulled his fingers from my mouth and ran them down my back before sliding them back inside my pussy.

  “Now that’s a good little slut, don’t you think? Tell him how much you like it!”

  “I like it. A lot,” I said, wincing through the embarrassment. Benton began sliding his fingers in and out, deeper and deeper with deft precision as he preyed on my g-spot.

  “Don’t worry, slut. He likes it. Look at the size of that hard on!” Benton said as he held my chin.

  Finally he withdrew his fingers and stood up, grabbing the spreader bar and forcing my face towards his cock.

  “Look at what a nasty little slut we have here, Carlton. You think she wants my cock?”

  Carlton strained against the bindings as Benton pulled my cheek to his cock. “Stick your tongue out, whore. Lick my cock!”

  I hesitated, which only brought a swift pull on the bar, jerking my hands around wildly. Lick it, whore!”

  I stared at Carlton, but pushed my tongue past my lips to touch the thin fabric that separated his cock from my touch. Carlton blinked, and nodded slightly as I sucked the underside of his cock through his underwear.

  “Oh my God, Carlton. That feels so good!” He looked down into my eyes. “You want to suck my cock, slut? Is that what you want?”

  It was a trick question. Of course I wanted to suck it, but I didn’t want to hurt Carlton. But it was clear that this was definitely out of my control at this point. “Yes, Master,” I said as my eyes darted towards the floor in shame.

  Again, a swift jerk pulled my attention back to Benton. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Master. I want to suck your cock!”

  “I’m not convinced, slut. Are you, Carlton?”

  “I want it!” I screamed. “I want to suck your cock. I want your come!”

  “Where do you want it?”

  “On my face! Down my throat! Please, Master, give me your fucking come! Use me! Use me like the slut I am!”

  With that he dropped the bar to the floor and stepped back over to his clothes. Within seconds he’s gathered his clothes and unfastened Carlton’s restraints. “She’s all yours, Carlton. Now get over there and use her like the slut she is. The next time she comes to me, I’ll keep her!”

  The last two weeks had finally confirmed that my life was finally how I wanted it. Carlton was hitting his stride as my new dominant, and with the occasional switch I felt completely satisfied with my new sex life.

  Benton, on the other hand, had turned out to be quite the surprise. Not only did his unusual solution for Carlton and I work to perfection, his new submissive Kinsley was filling his days and nights, and the added bonus of his handling Webster shipping had eased my workload considerably. I never thought that my relationship with Benton would grow into such a good friendship, but I’m thankful for the blessings he provided.

  Now, the only thing left on my agenda was Aunt Kerry’s wedding. The lavish affair, planned to perfection by Palmer and Peter, was sure to be the talk of Charleston before it was through. And with the list of ‘who’s who’ showing up at the Sand Dunes club on Sullivan’s Island, I couldn’t be more proud.

  Palmer and Peter pranced around the event, completely in their element as the preparations continued. Aunt Kerry looked so beautiful, and if it weren’t for the nearly snow white hair that framed his temples, Hampton looked like a young stud on a mission.

  I did my best to keep occupied during the day, but quite frankly Palmer wouldn’t let me do a single thing except help Aunt Kerry get dressed. Even that wasn’t enough to keep my mind off Carlton. I wondered exactly what he was doing all morning at the house. Still, I tried to focus on Kerry, as it was really her day.

  Pride: that was one thing that seemed to be forgotten as I thought about the last few months of my life. But pride was no longer an issue as I stood in front of the gathering as the maid of honor. I peeked over several times at the best man, Carlton, and quietly pinched my arm throughout the ceremony to make sure I was not dreaming. With each pinch I’d lean slightly back to catch a glimpse of him, and my body reacted on with a resounding ‘YES’ as I refocused on the ceremony

  The reception was incredible, and Palmer and Peter continued to prance around as if it were their ‘coming out’ party. Carlton, no surprise to me, was quite a hit with all of Aunt Kerry’s friends. And I must admit the murmurs of oohs and ahhs that followed him made my heart swell with pride, and my pussy ache with lust.

  As the party began to wind down, I found myself chatting with some of my mother’s old friends when Carlton grabbed my elbow. Leaning into me he said, “Pardon my interruption, ladies, but may I steal Liz for a moment?”

  Amongst the giggles of my mother’s friends, I felt him lean into me and whisper, “I need to see you… now!” His voice had a decidedly stern and commanding tone, which did nothing but stir my emotions.

  Carlton escorted me towards the foyer just outside of the grand ballroom. There he pushed me into the women’s bathroom. “Mr. Michaud!?” I feigned surprise.

  Once inside he wasted no time. “On your knees, slut!”

  “Yes, Master!” I said, giddy with anticipation.

  He didn’t even bother to lock the door, and the thought of being caught by any number of my parent’s friends lit my fuse like never before. I obediently dropped before him and he scrambled to unzip his fly. I sat patiently, awaiting the next instruction from my delicious master as his cock waved in front of my face.

  “Suck it, slut. Suck that fuckin’ cock!”

  I no sooner had his cock in my hand when he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth into his crotch. I struggled at first to stretch my lips over the head, but like a ‘cock hungry whore’ I enthusiastically took him in my mouth. I grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing it gently as I slid my face down his shaft. Slowly, I retreated, only to take a little more into my mouth with the next pass. His prick warmed my mouth, filling it completely as I bounced my head on his stiff prick.

  I heard the door open, and a polite “Excuse me” issued by some woman. It didn’t faze me in the least. I greedily serviced my Master and took him completely down my throat. I sucked furiously, and instinctively reached beneath my dress and pressed my clit. My fingers easily slid between my folds as I fingered myself on the floor of the ladies room.

  It didn’t take long for him to flood my mouth, and once he was through he simply stepped back and zipped his trousers. Turning towards the mirror he straightened his bow tie and said, “Get cleaned up, slut. I have much more in store for you this evening.” With that he walked out of the door leaving me kneeling on the floor of the ladies room.

  I freshened my makeup before leaving, and walked through the now crowded foyer as the murmurs and hushed talk from the gaggle of old ladies was hard to ignore. Still, I held my head high as I walked out the front door and climbed into my car.

  I thought we were going out, but Carlton seemed to be in some sort of rush to get back to the house. I honestly didn’t care. I just wanted to be near him. His hand rested on my thigh as I squirmed in my seat. I was too giddy myself to care what anyone thought of me at this point.

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  I felt a great sigh of relief the moment we stepped into
the house. Leaning against the counter I removed my high heels, thankful to have that over with. “I’m just going to run upstairs and change, if that’s okay,” I said holding my heels.

  “Aren’t you hungry?” he asked.

  My eyebrows rose as I made my best pouty face at him. “Awww, that’s sweet. But don’t you just want to relax? We have the house to ourselves.”

  “Right. But before you head upstairs, I have a little something for you,” he said as he offered his hand.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes when I stepped onto the back deck. Now I know what Carlton was up to all morning. The large wooden structure, complete with the largest red bow was sitting prominently in my back yard, the Lowe’s sign still attached to the front door.

  “Are you serious, Carlton?” I asked.

  “Well, you know I’m rather fond of this model, and well… you needed it.” He was obviously proud of himself at this moment, and the air of confidence he displayed as he looked over me at his accomplishment was boyishly cute. “Honestly, I sort of missed the old gal.”

  I ran down the steps and crossed the yard, still holding my heels in my hand when I climbed up the small temporary steps to open the door. Not real sure why I was so excited, but I was completely blown away at how this man thinks. I looked back over my shoulder, smiled a wicked smile and said, “Shall we?”

  “Right!” Carlton said as he stepped off the bottom step of the deck. “Perhaps she should be properly christened.”

  I stepped back and examined the large bow hanging lazily across the roof. Carlton stepped in behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Safe was only one of the feelings that coursed through my veins. He opened the door, and inside was a table set for two, complete with candles, full linen tablecloth, a bottle of wine chilling in a silver ice bucket, two silver dome covers, and two crystal wine glasses. “Carlton! When did you…?”