Forced Erotica

by Emmie Combs

  Lily cries out, "Master! Oh that feels good."

  "Mmm I know you like your holes fucked my little cock sucker."

  He pulls his finger out. "Now I want you both to worship my body. Slave start at my ass and Girl my cock."

  Betty and Lily both make a moan because they both had pussies just waiting for orgasm. Lily had already gone but she was so hot it was almost like she hadn't even cum, so aroused she was.

  Betty kneels in front of Tom and takes his large dick in her hand. She guides it into her mouth and Tom moans as she does.

  Lily kissed his butt cheeks. She stroked them and spread them with her hands so she could kiss his hole. Tom could hardly stand with all the pleasure he was receiving, Lily with his asshole and Betty with his cock. Lily felt him shudder a few times from the pleasure. She moans then asked, "Master may I worship your cock too?"

  "Yes Slave."

  Lily made her way around to his cock. Tom watched them both lick his cock. His cock his dripping with their saliva and it's so hard with arousal he is almost in pain. Lily moved to his balls and licks and kisses them while Betty went back to licking and sucking his cock.

  Tom grunted and tipped his head back. He cums into Betty's mouth. Not being used to swallowing cum she has some dribble out.

  "Slave, Girl that was good. Good girls." He patted them each on the head.

  "Girl for letting some of my cum slip out of my mouth I am going to have Slave spank your ass. Go lean against the wall and spread your legs. After each spank I want you to say "Sorry Master" got it?" he asked.

  Betty nodded and did as he asked. Lily began to slap Betty's ass.

  Whack! "Sorry Master!"

  Whack! "Sorry Master!"

  Lily spanked her 10 times before Tom has her stop. "Ok that's enough. Now you two go draw me a bath and call me when it's ready."

  Lily nodded, "Yes Master."

  Betty followed suit, rubbing her stinging ass at the same time.

  While his bath is filling Lily and Betty talk. Betty said, "Wow this is pretty intense. As weird as all this is it's rather exciting and I'm glad it's with you. I'd be uncomfortable with anyone else."

  Lily giggled, "I know that's why I asked you. I don't think I could have done this without someone I'm comfortable with either. Thanks for making this a gift Tom will never forget." She winked at Betty.

  "Glad to be a help. Just remember this. I may have a favor of my own to call in one day." She replied in a joking manner.

  Once his water was ready they called him in. They took turns washing him, making sure to not miss a spot. Betty didn't enjoy this as much as Lily did but she did her best to be a good slave. They both dried him off and when he was dry they massaged his whole body with lotion. Betty took his left, Lily his right.

  When he was all done he pointed to his cock," Worship."

  Betty and Lily looked at each other. They assumed he meant them both so Betty licked his left and Lily his right. He watched them lick his cock, enjoying the feel of two tongues on it. He wasn't sure he could cum again having gone twice already but by God he was willing to try. Watching the girls though was a large turn on.

  Lily massaged his balls while she continued to lick. Lily and Betty almost seemed to be having a race, they were looking at each other and seeing who could lick the fastest. The way they were vying for his cock was nothing but a pure hot rush for him.

  They were both wet again.

  Tom was almost ready to cum. "Girl lay on your back, Slave eat her pussy."

  They did as instructed. Betty lay on the bed on her back and Lily got on her hands and knees to lick Betty's pussy.

  Betty's eyes rolled back in pleasure the moment she felt Lily's tongue on her.

  Tom took Lily's ass in his hands and stuck his cock into her pussy. Now he rolled his eyes back. Lily had a pussy like no other. He enjoyed the feel of her around his dick. He pumped her hard. Watching Lily lick Betty made him pump even harder.

  "Girl you may cum. Slave also cum. Now!"

  A few moments later Betty orgasmed. Lily lapped up her juice while she herself started to cum. Tom felt Lily cum and the tightness around his cock from it was what sent him over the edge. He came too.

  All spent now Lily licked her Master clean once again before she collapsed beside him. Betty went back to her house to sleep. Tom put his arms around Lily and murmured, "Thank you Slave" before he fell asleep.

  Lily kissed his cheek, "Anything for you Master my dear."

  The End.

  A Night at Kyle's House

  I've always thought of myself as almost purely dominant, so when I recently decided I wanted to lose all control and be a slave for just one weekend, you can imagine how I surprised myself.

  I had been seeing Kyle for about 2 years. We had begun a very loose D/s relationship in that we established that either one of us could choose to end it at any time with no hard feelings. After all, we were good friends before we started and we didn't want to ruin that friendship after we were done. We both happen to be switches, but Kyle mainly had the dominant role and I, the submissive role. We had switched once or twice before, but, to me, since I'm so socially dominant, I felt more comfortable being in Kyle's hands.

  It had been a while since we had a formal play date and I had been toying with the idea of being Kyle's slave for one weekend. I told him my ideas—that I wanted to experience being leashed, that I wanted to serve him, etc. He, naturally, seemed intrigued and, really...what good Dom wouldn't?

  The idea had been floating around for a while until I had almost completely forgotten about it. It was Friday and I was at work ready to close the office when I got a text message. It was from Kyle.

  "My place. 8:00. You will appear to me wearing only your red corset and a long skirt. Pack if you need to. You'll be here for a while."

  My heart jumped into my throat. I thought...was I really ready for this? Perhaps I had spoken too soon. I was scared out of my mind but there was, clearly, no turning back now.

  It kind of threw me off a little when Kyle had requested that I wear only a corset and a skirt. Normally he likes the look of my usual stockings, garters, and heels, but a special request for a special night was not out of the ordinary. He knows I have good taste in hairstyles, makeup and perfume, so he leaves those up to me. My hair had gotten a lot shorter since we engaged in our little activities—it used to be my natural light brown color and it was down to the middle of my back. Now, it's black and bobbed in a 20s fashion. Not much you can do with that, but I knew he liked the silk flowers that I wore in my hair sometimes; however, I was clearly instructed to wear two things: a corset and a skirt. No undergarments, no accessories...I didn't want to push my limits.

  After I left work, my mind started reeling. It was like I was on automatic pilot. I drove home and immediately stripped and went in the shower. Besides wanting to be fresh for Kyle, I just really needed to calm down. I slowly massaged my scalp with cherry-scented shampoo—something Kyle had picked out for me. The smell always reminds me of past trysts we'd had together. Instantly, images of him bathing my abused and marked body after a night of play filled my head and, before I knew it, I had a hand on my right nipple-- caressing it, pinching it...honoring many feelings that were rushing to my belly. It occurred to me that, perhaps, I should relax by masturbating, but I decided against it. I'm sure Kyle would like to make me cum, so I needed to keep myself built up for as long as possible.

  I finished washing up, making sure to pay extra attention to my nether regions to make sure that both entrances were totally clean. I shaved off all my body hair...I know Kyle likes it when my skin is smooth all over, as do I.

  I packed my backpack with perfume, makeup, deodorant, toothbrush/toothpaste, brush...the usual. I knew he wouldn't have me wearing any clothes anyway, so I just packed some sweats for when I went home on Sunday.

  I often get made fun of for my collection of corsets, but hey—a girl has to be prepared! I was happy he went with my red corset, as it i
s my favorite. Against my pale skin and my black hair, the contrast is striking. Out of instinct, I almost slipped on my garter belt but remembered quickly that I was not to wear stockings this night. I chose some normal, black 4" heels that I have...comfortable for me, very sexy and easy to take off before getting in the door. By the time I was done getting ready for everything it was 7:00. I decided I better leave.

  It doesn't take all that long to get to Kyle's apartment, but you know how it is when you're excited...you can't just sit around and wait! It's agonizing! Then again, it's all part of the game. The agony, the waiting, the suspense, the frustration...it's all just cruel ingredients of an amazing recipe.

  Sure enough, I got to Kyle's house half an hour early. I waited in my car and smoked a lot of cigarettes to try and calm my nerves. Kyle hates it when I smoke but I desperately needed to do something to pass the time. I sprayed myself with some of his favorite perfume to mask the smell and, hopefully, appease Kyle. After the clock said 7:55, I got out of the car and headed to the door. After all, I wanted to make sure I was on time, but not too early.

  I pressed the button to Kyle's apartment and waited for a response, my hands shaking from anxiety and anticipation.

  "Hello?"

  "Hi Kyle. It's Cora."

  "What did you say to me?"

  "Um...it's Cora. Can I come up?"

  "Slave, if you wish to address me correctly, you will call me Master or Sir from now on."

  ....I thought, "Oh lord...here we go." Was I really ready for this? I had to force the words out of my mouth. "Master, it's Cora. May I please come up?" I felt so stupid, so degraded, so juvenile. What was I doing? What had I gotten myself into?

  The door buzzed and I entered the apartment building. I had been over to Kyle's place a lot...why was I feeling so different now? Probably because I knew what this weekend would hold for me and it would be something that had been completely unfamiliar...until now, that is.

  I knocked on the door. Kyle opened and just stared at me. I said, "Uh....hi!" trying to lighten to mood. We didn't need to be SO serious, did we?

  His eyes glowed with fury and he reached out and grabbed a bit of my hair. With a furious yank, he pulled me in and I stumbled in the doorway. He threw me on the ground.

  "How long does it have to take you to learn to address me properly, slut?"

  "I'm sorry, Sir," I said trying as fast as I could to win him over, "I was out of line."

  "You'll pay for that later, slave. You're on time, though, so your punishment will be less severe. I see you've dressed according to my instructions. You're a lovely slut, indeed."

  His tone seemed to soften and I relaxed a little bit. The violence, the anger...calling me "slut" and "slave" and having to address him so formally were certainly things I was not used to, but the ritualistic nature of what I had gotten myself into was definitely turning me on. I was feeling a thousand different emotions at once and I could feel my whole body start to physically react.

  "On your knees," he said to me. Instinctively, I responded. My breathing was labored and I could feel myself start to get sexually excited. I turned to face him and kept my gaze lowered. I didn't feel the need to try to push anymore of his buttons.

  "So you really want to be my slave for this weekend?"

  "Yes, Master," I said. "If it pleases you, I would love to be in your service. I would like to be your slut, Sir."

  "Good girl. I have a gift for you." He left into the living room of his apartment and returned with a collar and a leash. "If you really want to be my slave, you will wear this collar in honor of me. Do you accept it?"

  I merely nodded. This is what I asked for, after all. There's no reason for me to say no. He gave me a soft kiss as he bent down to put the collar on me. The inside was lined and comfortable and the black leather on the outside held a delicate, silver O-ring to which a lead, or anything else, might be attached. He buckled it snugly and it made my neck stand straighter. I was already feeling very submissive and I'm sure he could tell.

  After I was collared, he attached the leash. Upon giving it a good yank, I fell onto my hands and he said, "Stay like that. Now crawl."

  I had never crawled like this before. It was the strangest sensation I've yet felt with him. There's something so animalistic about being forced to do such an act, but then again, I felt that the only reason I would ever submit to anybody is to let go of my humanity and just be a pet, a toy, an object...something that someone I trusted and loved could use for their pleasure without any regard to my wants. I knew I'd be rewarded if I was a good slave. There was no reason for me to beg or ask for anything.

  He led me into the living room and tied my leash to one of the legs of his coffee table so that I was sitting right beside his chair. He procured a gag harness and put it on me. As he commanded to "open," I opened my mouth wide enough so the red ball could fit inside tightly. He tightened the chin, head and neck strap enough so the ball couldn't move. He knew I loved to be gagged but he never indulged my wants before now...perhaps he was trying to please me and make me more comfortable.

  "I don't wish to hear you speak, slave. You are to be absolutely silent. Do you understand me?"

  I nodded. I didn't let out so much as a moan, but the hot moisture between my thighs was growing. It was definitely proving to be a challenge.

  Next, he attached leather restraints to my wrists and ankles and bound me with soft black rope in a sort of kneeling hog tie. He removed my corset, exposing my breasts...thus came the nipple clamps. My left nipple is pierced, so before clamping me, he removed the jewelry. He teased my nipples a little bit with his fingers...squeezing and pinching them until they were erect. My commanded silence was proving to be a major difficulty, but I persisted. He tightened them enough so I would feel a little pain...enough to notice but not enough to be unbearable. He took a step back and looked me over.

  "Spread your knees as wide as you can," he said.

  In the position I was in, this was very difficult but I tried my hardest and spread my knees as wide open as the ropes would allow. He lifted the front of my skirt up and started stroking my pussy. "Why are you so wet, slut? Are you excited to be abused and tortured for your Master's pleasure?" I tried to be quiet but his hands felt so good I let out a soft moan.

  "Be silent, little girl," he whispered as he continued. Suddenly, I felt two fingers go inside me and I moaned even louder. I couldn't hold back anymore. He started fucking me with his fingers. He was going faster and harder every second. The chain between my breasts was moving...pulling the clamps on my nipples. I was overwhelmed with feeling and I was very close to coming. "Don't you dare come unless you're told to do so. Do you understand?" I wanted to scream!

  Just as I was about to orgasm, he removed his hand. I looked at him and whimpered. "This is your first lesson, slut. You must learn to control your orgasms. They are not yours this time. They are mine. You will come when I tell you to and hold off otherwise. Is that clear?" I nodded. "Good girl," he said and left me there to compose myself.

  There I was...bound, helpless and feeling totally used. For some reason, those feelings were coming through stronger now. On the other hand, I could feel myself finally letting go. I could feel Cora slipping away and Kyle's---excuse me---Master's slave coming into focus. It was a scary yet delightful feeling and I was getting more and more excited to see what else he had in store for me.

  I drifted back to reality---the burning between my legs had become more than intensified and I needed release so bad. "If only I could ask him," I thought...but there was no way that gag would be coming out any time soon. I decided to focus more on my discomfort and the pain in my nipples rather than how badly I needed to come. The restraints and ropes had my shoulders pulled back so my elbows were touching. Master had stated before that this was to improve posture. My fingers were able to touch my feet being that the restraints attached to my wrists were then attached to my ankles. I moved a little so that the chain on the clamps would pull on my n
ipples. I just hoped to God they wouldn't fall off. Who knows what my punishment would be then?

  I felt Master's hands running through my hair. "You've shown discipline, slut girl. I believe that deserves a reward." He had a vibrator in his hands and set it on the desk. I could feel myself start to get wetter as the promise of orgasm was looming. He then stood in front of me and unzipped his pants. He took out his cock which was fully erect by now and put it very close to my face. I fixated on it. I knew what he wanted me to do.

  He unbuckled the straps holding the gag on my head and, the second the ball was out of my mouth, he shoved me down onto his cock. He was very large and it took my throat awhile to take him all in but I dutifully started sucking. His cock was to be my gag now. He took the vibrator and put it in between my legs. He turned it on as high as it could go. This was almost torture. I had to force myself to keep sucking because I wanted to scream so badly. Hopefully, he would allow me to come soon.

  I was nearly numb to the vibration after a while. The yearning had turned into pain and now I didn't know if I could orgasm or not. Master was starting to breathe a little heavier now as I had been sucking his cock for what seemed like an eternity. Breathlessly, he murmured, "Come now, little slut. Come for your Master." It was nearly instant. I felt the biggest rush come over me and let all that energy out. I howled like an animal with Master's cock in my mouth. The cum ran down my leg. I had never had a reaction like that. Master put his hands on my pussy and, feeling what a mess I had made, scooped it all in his hand and put it all in my mouth. Again, I had never felt so dirty before but it was all exhilarating and, if this was the price I had to pay for one of the best orgasms I've had in my life, it was more than worth it.

  Master put the gag back in my mouth and told me I did well. "Now you will learn humility," he said. "I know Cora hates this sort of thing but my little slut girl loves it more than anything. This is how my slut will atone for taking so long to learn how to address her Master properly." He grabbed his cock and started masturbating right in front of my face.