by Emmie Combs
I just kept looking him right in the eye as if to say, "I'll do anything for you, Master." When he came, he smeared his cum all over my face and in my hair. He knew I hated it but he put it just right. CORA abhors that behavior but his slut loves it...and I did. I found myself feeling like I would do absolutely anything, go to any length to give Master pleasure and I felt I had done a good job so far, but there was a whole weekend ahead of us.
By this time, I was feeling exhausted. The ropes felt like they were getting tighter and I was in a lot of pain. Between the energy I had spent having such an explosive orgasm and the energy I was spending trying to get through the pain, I didn't have much to spare. Once Master had composed himself, he grabbed my chin and lifted my head so my eyes met his. "You've proven yourself worthy, slut. I will keep you for another day." He unbuckled the straps from the gag and removed it. "What do you say to your Master?"
Gratitude, I remembered. Always gratitude. "Thank you, Master...for everything."
He smiled and said, "You are very welcome. I'll draw you a bath and then we'll rest for the evening." He untied me and removed the restraints and leash. I almost collapsed when I tried to stand up but slowly regained my composure and strength.
I stretched out for awhile while Master was drawing my bath and just layed on the carpet enjoying my momentary freedom. He came out from the bathroom and took my hand. There was a freshly poured glass of wine on the floor by the tub and candles illuminated the room. "This is your time, little one. Use it well. When you are done, empty the bath, dry yourself off, put your glass in the kitchen and come kneel by my bed. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir," I said and, with that, he left me to myself and shut the door.
The warm water and bubbles felt so delicious against my used body. I slowly dragged a washcloth all over my skin, which was still very sensitive from being so tightly bound just moments before. I made doubly sure to wash all of Master's cum out of my hair and off of my face. I took a sip of wine and I could feel myself starting to fully relax. My mind kept reeling, though, and my hand shot up immediately to touch the collar around my neck. Could I really last another full day? I'm not even a submissive much less a slave; however, I had to keep telling myself that this is what I wanted. I felt like a fool for basically asking to be used as a fucktoy for a whole weekend but my curiosity had gotten the best of me and now I was deeply immersed in a world that I wasn't familiar with. Still, what I had experienced for the past couple of hours was wonderful and I wouldn't take it all back if I had the chance. I had to keep reminding myself that the fact that he even agreed to do this was a gift in and of itself and no matter what I was feeling, I should be grateful. Always gratitude.
When I had finished bathing, I did as Master told me. I emptied the bath, dried myself off, brought my empty wine glass into the kitchen and went by the bed to kneel down. He was there waiting for me with a smile on his face. Apparently, he was pleased with me and that made me feel like nothing else mattered. He was happy...so then I was happy. "Report to me, slut girl. How was your first night as my slave?"
I had to pause a moment to make sure my language stayed subservient. "Sir," I squeaked, "Your slut is happy that Master is happy. Your slut hopes she pleased Master and she is grateful that Master will keep her for another day."
"Good girl!" Master exclaimed. "You're right, you know. I am incredibly happy with you. I didn't know if you were fully prepared to accept what I wanted for you but you have proven me wrong at every turn. I had no faith in you, little girl, and I apologize. Show me that you accept my apology." Not knowing what he really meant, I turned to instinct and lightly kissed his shoe and looked up at him with a demure smile. He chuckled. "Good girl. Thank you. Now let's get to bed, shall we? You know, had you been bad, I had a mat prepared on the floor for you to sleep on but you've been so good that I think I will allow you to sleep next to me in my arms. Would you like that?"
"Sir, your slut would like that very much!" I said. I didn't bother to hold back my enthusiasm. Lord knows I would take a comfortable bed with a blanket and pillow over a mat on the floor!
He grabbed my hand and tucked me into his bed. After he had shut off all the lights, we fell asleep in each others' arms.
The End.
Happy Halloween
I put the finishing touches on my costume for the evening, and glanced at myself in the mirror. Arg! This was possibly the scariest Halloween costume anyone had ever dreamed of! I was dressed all in black; leather mini-skirt, lace-trimmed bra, fishnet stockings (complete with garters), and leather biker's jacket. Braided pig-tails tied high on my head, heavy black eye-makeup, and ratty black sneakers completed the costume, but the piece de resistance was my riding crop, which I'd purchased for personal reasons at a local Adult Bookstore (the largest Adult Bookstore in the world, they boast). That doesn't sound so scary, you might be thinking, but then, you've never seen me! For one thing, I'm all male. Two hundred and fifty pounds of it, actually. Bearded with long wavy dark-brown hair and blue-eyes. I'm told I'm an attractive man, but decked out as a She-Male Dominatrix I'm a sight to behold, let me tell you!
But this was art! I'd played this role before for Rick's (my roommate) band "Barefoot and Pregnant". The group had dubbed me "Squeeky" the first time I'd donned this dress, and that was the name I used every time thereafter. They tend to have wild stage shows (and tonight would be no exception), and from time to time, they ask me to participate, despite my lack of musical talent.
I took one last look in the mirror, adjusting my stockings, and getting fully into character, then hopped in my car, and headed for "The Electric Dream Cafe", an underground club where practically anything goes.
The show was a success, as always. The band played hard, and they played well. My job was to lead my slaves on leashes, while they served chips and dips to the patrons.
One of my slaves was a young man by the name of Mike. He was a favorite of many of our female fans (and some of the male fans, too); tall, slender, and well toned. He was dressed only in a filmy pair of pink lacy panties, and two strips of electrical tape on his nipples, and fuzzy bunny-slippers; his cock bulging and plainly visible through the panties. The other was a sexy young vixen by the name of Pamela. She was close to five feet three inches tall, with perky tits, and a winning smile. And at the moment, aside from a pair of nipple clamps connected to a chain, which in turn was connected to a clit-clamp, that smile was all she was wearing.
I guided my slaves through the tightly packed crowd... their nude, or next to nude, bodies brushed up against the members of the audience. The crowd was hungry. And I can assure you, it wasn't for chips and dips.
I stepped up behind Pamela pressing my body against hers, and gave the chain dangling between her breasts a little tug. I gave her shoulder a playful bite, and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready to give them a show?"
She gave a barely perceptible nod, and I could feel her body tremble. Was it fear that shook her body? Or was it arousal? I slipped my hand down over her belly, and between her thighs, to her smooth-shaved pussy. The wetness there told me it was the latter. I kissed her passionately, probing her mouth with my tongue, and tugged on her clamps again, coaxing a whimper from her throat.
I dragged Mike and Pamela to the front of the stage, by their leashes. While the band was between songs, I grabbed up Rick's microphone. "Some of you," I began, putting menace and gravel in my already deep voice, "have been questioning my sexuality!" I glared at the audience, letting them take in my appearance. "Well, let me clear this up, right now!" I took a deep breath, and shouted, "I AM MORE MAN THAN YOU'LL EVER BE! AND MORE WOMAN THAN YOU'LL EVER HAVE!!!" The audience cheered, and laughed, and the band launched into their next song, a fast, hard, punk rock inspired number about nothing in particular, and I turned my attention back to my waiting slaves.
Pamela was already on her knees, waiting with face upturned, and eyes downcast. She was still trembling, but I knew that she was looking forward to the punishme
nt I was about to dish out. The fact that, this time, there would be an audience only added to her excitement.
Mike, on the other hand, was standing up, and grinning at a young woman in the front row, dressed in a nurse's costume, who was rubbing his thigh, and trying to reach his panty-clad cock. I can't say that I blame him. She was a lovely woman. She was voluptuous and curvy, with plump breasts, and wide, sexy hips. Her long, wild hair spilled out from under her nurse's cap, and she showed deep cleavage under her low-cut blouse, and her shapely stocking-clad legs led to hidden treasures under her very short, white skirt. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, stroked my thigh, and licked her lips at me. This took me by surprise, to say the least! I was stunned into inaction for a moment, before I remembered what I was about to do.
I grabbed a handful of Mike's hair, and forced him to his knees. I warned him about not being "at-the-ready", and began slapping his ass with my riding crop. I wasn't really punishing him. This was all part of the show. For the audience. Mike wasn't really my slave, like Pamela; he was just helping out the band. But he made a good show of it! He screamed and cried, and begged for "Mistress Squeeky's" forgiveness. I gave him none.
I turned to Pamela, who was watching me punish Mike out of the corner of her eye, and I could see it on her face... she was aching for the same treatment! I grabbed her by the hair, and leaned in to give her a long, deep kiss. Our tongues mingled and danced, and I tugged on her nipple clamps once again. She moaned soft and low. Too low for anyone to hear, but oh, so sexy! I ordered her to get on all fours with her ass facing the audience, and she obeyed immediately. I pushed her legs apart as far as they could go, and tested her wetness again with a finger. Her trembling became more pronounced, as I rubbed her damp pussy lips. The crowd was looking on expectantly, wondering how this passion play would turn out. Some of them were fondling their dates, or strangers for all I knew. A devil pinching an angel's nipples here, a vampress pressing her ass against a clown's cock there. All were enjoying themselves. Anyone who might be offended by such activity, would not have known the location of this particular club, let alone willingly entered it.
My eyes locked with the nurse's once again. She was writhing sexily to the beat of the music, and sliding her hands all over her beautiful body. She smiled a sultry smile, and blew a kiss at me. Holy fuck, she was sexy! I couldn't imagine anyone flirting with Squeeky. After all, s/he's supposed to disturb people, not turn them on. But for some reason, Squeeky was doing just that for this gorgeous nurse!
Again, it took me a couple of beats to get back to what I was doing. I gently stroked Pamela's bare beautiful ass with my hands, and then again with my riding crop. Pamela knew that I wouldn't fake it with her, like I did with Mike. She belonged to me, and I would punish her as harshly as I ever did in private. And that is exactly what she wanted me to do! When I'd told her that "Barefoot and Pregnant" had asked us to do a show with them, she had almost squealed with delight. She was looking forward to being my slave for an audience for the first time. And her dripping wet cunt told me that she hadn't changed her mind!
I leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "are you sure about this, my pet? You only need say your safeword, and I'll send you backstage." And I meant it. We used a set of safewords when we played in private. "Yellow" meant "this is a little too much, could we slow down?" and "Red" meant "this is way too much for me, I have to stop!" That way, she could scream "NO! Please don't whip me!" until the cows came home, and she could still get the punishment that she so richly deserved. And desired!
"I want this more than anything, Sir!"
I smiled at her. "I'm Mistress Squeeky today, Pamela."
She smiled back, "I want this more than anything, Mistress Squeeky."
And so it began...
With her ass and pussy exposed for the entire mob of horny, costumed freaks, I proceeded to slap her soft, round buttocks with my leather crop. Not every stroke was meant to sting, but every stroke counted. I beat her ass with passion, and with love, but without mercy. She swayed her hips to the beat of the music... or was it to the beat of my strokes? It didn't matter! Her ass wiggled, high in the air, as I turned its hue from a porcelain white, to a bright crimson red, and several people in the front row, including my sexy nurse, stroked her calves, her feet, and her thighs. Mike merely watched, kneeling there beside Pamela, with his hands over his head, fingers locked. His hard cock peeking out over the waistband of his panties, wanting my Pamela.
And the band played on.
I didn't bother to count how many times my riding crop stung Pamela's beautiful backside. Who can concentrate on such trivial details, in a situation so charged with lust? If it was thirty, or three hundred, it didn't matter. I stopped to cool her burning ass with my lips and my tongue. And yes, it was burning! I could feel its heat radiating over my face, as I kissed her sweet ass. I slipped my hand between her legs, and felt the hot, flowing juices that literally dripped from her cunt. Oh, how she was enjoying this! I rubbed her clit, around the clamp, and licked the outer rim of her asshole, and her body trembled! It wouldn't take much more to make her cum!
Another glance out at the audience... they were definitely enjoying the show! A few couples were half in and half out of their various costumes, and were happily stroking each other, or themselves. Pamela would be so proud, when I told her later!
Again, my gaze fell upon the lovely lady in the nurse's outfit, and I was inspired! It was time to introduce a new element into our act! I smiled at the nurse, and offered her my hand. Without hesitation, she took it, and I helped her step up onto the stage. I handed her my riding crop, and asked her, "Would you like to show us what you can do?" She smiled and nodded. I ordered Mike onto his feet, at full profile from the audience. I whispered to the nurse, "Take it easy on him, he's not really into pain." She nodded, and proceeded to whip his ass. Mike's expression told me that, while she wasn't giving it her all, the nurse was being rougher on him than I was. But his expression also told me that it wasn't altogether unpleasant. His rigid cock, straining against the material of his panties confirmed what his facial expression hinted at.
I ordered Pamela onto her knees facing Mike, and she complied without hesitation. She licked her lips, as her eyes fell upon Mike's engorged manhood. "Suck it!" I ordered, and Pamela slowly pushed Mike's panties down, just far enough so that his cock was fully visible to the crowd. She licked the length of his shaft like a Popsicle, and cupped his balls in her hand. I knelt behind her, and kissed, licked, and nibbled on her back, her shoulders, her neck, and her ears, all the while, exploring her body with my hands. The nurse, meanwhile, pounded on Mike's ass with my riding crop. She obviously had used one before, as she never missed her mark. And I imagined that Mike's ass would end up as red as Pamela's was!
The audience was going nuts, cheering wildly, and shouting encouragement to Pamela, who hungrily sucked Mike's cock. I knew Mike must have been enjoying himself, as I've had the pleasure of Pamela's talented lips and tongue on my cock many times before. The nurse was also, apparently, enjoying herself, as she slapped Mike's ass, and Pamela's cunt was wetter than ever! So, it was official: *everyone* was having a good time!
I rubbed Pamela's clit, and fingerfucked her gently... bringing her to the very brink of orgasm, and then backing off again and again. Pamela knew that to cum without my permission could result in punishment, and she had no way to ask for release, because she also knew that to speak with her mouth full would also result in my displeasure. So, she continued to blow Mike, and trust me to keep her right on the edge, and not push her over.
Soon enough, Mike groaned, and his body shuddered; he grabbed Pamela's hair, and began pumping his cock furiously into her mouth... fucking her face, hard! Pamela made little noises in the back of her throat. I knew what those noises meant! She wanted Mike to cum in her mouth! And soon, he did! With a cry and another shudder, Mike's cock virtually exploded, and he filled Pamela's mouth with his white-hot semen. I told her not to swallow, until I
gave the word, and she obeyed. His cum dripped from her lips and down her chin, but she managed to keep most of it in her mouth.
"Snowball him," I ordered, and she stood up, and kissed him deeply, and passionately, feeding him his own cum. He kissed back, with equal passion. Through this, I continued to tease Pamela's pussy, and now I told her, "cum for me, my pet!" And in a matter of seconds, she was moaning her pleasure into Mike's mouth, along with his semen. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her love-juices flowed over my hand like a river. I loved making Pamela cum, and she loved cumming for me.
She slumped back into my arms, just as the song ended, and the audience erupted into thunderous applause! The nurse handed me my riding crop. "Thank you for participating," I said with a smile, the limp form of Pamela resting in my arms.
"I should be thanking you!" she said. "I'm Rachel."
I took the hand she proffered, and kissed it gently, "I'm Keith, but my friends call me 'Wolf'," I said.
After the stage was cleared away, and Pamela had gotten dressed, we said our good-byes to Mike (who expressed gratitude for the experience), and the band, and headed outside to my car. Just outside the door, was Rachel.
We made some small talk, and she invited us to her place for some coffee, "or something".
I was tempted, but a bit wary. She was, as I've said, very sexy, but I wondered aloud, what sort would be attracted to Squeeky?
"It's Halloween, Babe," she said, and then added, "Did you think, for one minute, that I was actually a nurse?"
"Good point," I said with a smile.
We followed Rachel to her place, in my car, and she led us up to her third-floor apartment. She took our jackets, and hung them up in the hall closet, and then bade us sit and make ourselves at home.
Rachel made a cup of coffee for herself, and one for Pamela. I declined, not being a coffee drinker, myself, and accepted a can of RootBeer. We sat, all of us sipping our beverages, close together on Rachel's sofa, with me nestled between the two sexy women. We talked, getting to know each other, and I had a hand on each of their thighs.
