Domination/submission

Her Brother-In-Law’s Revenge

Her Brother-In-Law’s Revenge by rutger5 ( An original story-Copyright 2011 )
“I’m telling you sis I don’t know why you put up with his shit. You have the gold ring and you’re the mother of his kids so you don’t have to take it.”
“It’s not that easy Kim. What you’ve said is true but I do love him and to just cut him off like that with no proof or warning…” Kathy said before her younger sister interrupted.
“Honey he goes to strip clubs and gets lap dances and proudly admits it. Every bimbo who works in his office probably sucked his dick to get their job and most of them look as if they’re not smart enough to read English let alone do any work. I may not have proof but I’m sure he’s cheating on you Kathy.”
“I don’t know about that last part. Yes the women who work in the office are young and attractive and he is familiar with them but it’s just his way. It doesn’t prove anything.”
Kim rolled her eyes at her sister’s response and wondered if Kathy was really so blind or just pretended to be in order to keep the peace and not let any cracks show in her façade of a perfect, happy family. The two women sat in Kathy’s luxuriously decorated kitchen sipping margaritas as Maria, Kathy’s housekeeper, bustled about setting thing in their proper order. Putting her glass down on the granite countertop Kim thought to herself about how she could force her sister to accept the truth.
It took another margarita before inspiration struck Kim. She smiled to herself as a plan took shape in her mind. No sense saying anything to Kathy yet, at best she would be against the idea and at worst she could blow it up, unwittingly or not. For her part Kathy was just glad that Kim had stopped harping on Frank. She loved having her beloved younger sister living with them but she desired serenity and peace in her life.
She couldn’t understand why Kim didn’t comprehend that especially since they’d grown up in a home filled with such turmoil and dissension. Kathy just desired to live a placid existence and for her children to grow up in a home free from fighting all the time.
“Are you having dinner with us tonight Kim? Its family pizza night.”
“No sorry sis not tonight. I’m meeting Gabrielle for drinks and we’ll probably grab a bite to eat. That reminds me Kathy, any way that you can lend me a little money?”
Kathy sighed to herself as she opened her Coach bag and removed her wallet. She slid a number of bills from it and handed the money to her sister before returning the wallet.
“Thanks big sister” Kim mumbled as she slipped the money in her jean pocket. In the background Maria shook her head sadly before making the sign of the cross furtively.
“Now Kim, promise me you won’t drink too much especially if you’re on your medication.”
“You worry too much sis. If I’m drinking a lot I will just skip my pills tonight. They are only for anxiety and if I’m drunk what do I have to be anxious about? Thanks again Kathy.”
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An hour later Kim and Gabrielle were on their third drink and deep in conversation. They were ensconced at their favorite booth at TGIF’s, located right near the bar and a stone’s throw from the ladies room.
“I’m sure my sister would do it but why do you even care Kim? It isn’t hurting you any so why bother, that’s my motto. If there was something in it for you I could understand.”
“No you’re missing the point Gaby; if it hurts my sister then it hurts me. I’m not gonna let the bastard get away with pulling a fast one on her.”
“Your sister doesn’t seem to care about what he’s up to.”
“Kathy looked out for me when I was young and now’s my chance to return the favor. She’s just in denial, once she is confronted with the truth things will change. Then if she’s smart and files for divorce with all his money she’ll be set for life.”
“Doesn’t he make his money owning and running a private carting/waste removal business? I doubt that’s the kind of guy you can take to the cleaners, more likely she’ll be wearing cement shoes if she tries.”
“No he’s not like that Gaby, he wouldn’t hurt my sister. If you crossed him in business that is one thing, but not family. She’s the mother of his kids, fuhgedaboudit.”
“Okay I’ll call Chloe and have her meet us here. Now let’s order some food to soak up some of the booze. Do you know what you want to order? That cheeseburger is calling my name.”
“I’m not sure yet but nothing too fattening for me. I don’t want to say anything Gaby, but maybe you should skip the burger and order cottage cheese instead. You’ve been looking a little bloated lately.”
Gabrielle shot daggers at her companion before ruefully inspecting her soft and expanding waist and hips. Maybe tomorrow she would go for a nice walk after work to burn off some calories she thought.
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“Really Kim what is your hurry today. We have plenty of time before I have to get the kids” Kathy told her sister as the younger woman practically dragged her by the arm off the elevator in her haste.
Kim didn’t even answer her she as was so intent on getting there quickly. Once she’d received the text from Chloe she knew the clock was ticking. They had to arrive while Frank was compromised but before Chloe would be forced to do more than she wanted or even worse before he became suspicious. Especially since she wasn’t sure how much loyalty the hundred dollars she paid Chloe would buy. The two sisters walked down the carpeted hallway of the apartment complex toward Gabrielle’s unit. Once they reached the door Kim turned to her sister.
“Listen Kathy, you’re going to see something here that you won’t like but don’t kill the messenger, okay?” Kim said right before she opened the door.
Kathy glared at her sister before pushing past her and entering the apartment. She was certainly not prepared for the scene that awaited her. There on the couch not ten feet away was her husband Frank with no shirt on but he did have a scantily clad young twenty something woman perched on his lap and his hands were all over her.
“Frank!” Kathy wailed, the pain evident in her voice.
Without another word she turned and fled past her sister from the direction she came. Frank had leapt to his feet on seeing and hearing his wife sending Chloe tumbling to the floor. He grabbed his shirt and started after his fleeing spouse slowing only long enough to give a smirking Kim a venomous look before continuing the pursuit of his wife.
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Since the incident that afternoon Kim had been keeping a low profile. She shared a couple of drinks with Chloe, using them to wash down two Xanax pills as she was feeling quite anxious. When she got back to the house in the early evening the mood was unsettled to say the least. Though it appeared calm it was the kind right before the storm broke. The only people she saw were Maria and her brother Manuel, who served as the gardener and handyman for the household. He was always a quiet man who said little but it was obvious that they knew something was wrong which made them even more reticent then usual.
Kim had tried calling Kathy numerous times but only got her voice mail. She had left a couple of messages but as of yet had gotten no replies. She saw that both Kathy and Frank’s vehicles were parked in the garage so she assumed they were home by now. Kim really wanted to know what the results of her scheme were but she figured she would find out tomorrow. After liberating a bottle of vodka from the well stocked home bar in the basement and some OJ from the kitchen Kim decided to chill out that night.
It was a couple of hours later and Kim was feeling no pain. Slowly she took another toke on the joint, filling her lungs with the mood altering smoke. When she exhaled it looked to be in the shape of a dragon which made her giggle with delight. After a final hit Kim dropped the partially smoked joint into the ashtray on her nearby bedside table before lighting her Parliament cigarette.
Suddenly the door to her room flew open and her brother-in-law’s bulky figure filled the doorway. He paused only a few seconds while he surveyed the room, taking in the sight of Kim sprawled across the bed in her tiny girly tee and silk boy shorts smoking her cigarette. He strode into the room on a mission and nothing would stand in his way. The first thing he did was yank the cigarette from her hand and crush it out in the ashtray.
“What the hell Frank…” she managed to get out before he cut her off.
“Shut your mouth Kim, I’ve had enough of your bullshit to last a lifetime and today was the final straw.”
Kim had never seen Frank in this mood before and if she hadn’t been so wasted she probably would be scared or nervous at the least. It was obvious that he was angry but it was a cold anger. He was in total control over both his emotions and actions.
“You want to come between your sister and me and think that I’ll stand for that under my roof then you’re crazier than I thought.”
“It’s your cheating that is the problem, not me” Kim fired back as she staggered to her feet.
Frank towered over her and she took a step back, stumbling in the process although she managed to stay on her feet.
“You stupid bitch” he snarled “ no doubt you’ll be happy to learn that Kathy is refusing to fulfill her wifely duties due to your setup.”
Kim couldn’t help but smiling on hearing that news. Her sister had confided in her long ago that not only did he have a bull-like physique and endowment but that he expected sex every day and always more than once.
“It serves you right that she cut you off Frank, disrespecting your wife like that” Kim couldn’t help but replying.
“Well I hope you enjoy your victory while you’re sleeping on the street because from this point on you are persona non grata with me. I’m not even waiting until tomorrow to throw your ass on the street.”
“You wouldn’t dare, besides Kathy won’t stand for that.”
“Whether she would or not doesn’t matter because I own this house, it’s my name on the deed not your sister’s. She has no say in this, now are you going to go quietly or do I need to call the police. They might also be interested in what you choose to smoke.”
“You’re bluffing” she slurred “there’s no way you’d throw me out in the middle of the night. Besides where would I go now? I don’t have any money.”
“You should have thought of that before sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. As far as money I can assure you that I will do what it takes to prevent Kathy from funneling you any more of my money. You can turn tricks on the boulevard for all I care, and if what I heard from Kathy is true and she does know you best, you may have experience with that already.”
“You bastard” she replied.
Without thinking Kim then slapped her brother-in-law in the face before instantly regretting it. She took a half step backwards but he ignored the blow and just shook his head.
“Good way to change my mind dumbass.”
“I’m sorry Frank, about everything. I’ll talk to Kathy tomorrow and straighten things out, I promise. Just don’t kick me out with nothing, I’m begging you, please.”
“Nice to see a tiny bit of humility from you but it’s much too little, too late. Now let’s get going if I’m going to get some sleep tonight. Your choice if you want to leave on your own or be escorted out by John Q Law.”
Realizing that he was dead serious Kim decided to turn on the waterworks in a last ditch effort to change his mind. She grabbed at his arm while she started sobbing at the same time. Frank seemed uncomfortable with his wailing sister-in-law clinging to him with tears streaming down her pretty face so he simply took a step back while pulling his arm free of her grasp. Losing any last shred of dignity Kim fell to her knees and clutched at his pajama covered leg as the histrionics continued.
“Please Frank I’m begging you not to do this” she pleaded.
He looked down at her blubbering and he felt a part of him moved by the spectacle. Unfortunately for Kim it wasn’t his heart that was moved to pity but rather his neglected cock twitching in his pants. He had long had a thing for his wife’s younger sister and truth be told she was a younger, fitter, sexier version of his wife. He had never hit on her previously because she was family and he didn’t normally believe in shitting where he lived. However this situation had created possibilities that his quick mind recognized and he decided to act on them. The fact that he hadn’t had sex that day certainly factored in his considerations but he still kept his head in spite of that.
“Listen Kim you can stay tonight but on one condition, okay” he told her gruffly.
Choking back a sob Kim’s blue eyes looked up at his but Frank’s face was impassive and she couldn’t read what he was thinking.
“Really Frank, I can stay?”
“Just for tonight Kim and only on one condition.”
“Sure whatever and then we can discuss it tomorrow, right?” Kim was already scheming but in her condition she didn’t notice his expression and still thought she could end up on top.
Now he had her where he wanted her and Frank intended on dropping the hammer – hard.
“You can stay for the night if…” he told her as he unbuttoned and pushed his pajama bottoms to the floor freeing his wide and hardening cock. Once free it sprang up, shocking Kim with both its thickness and the fact that it was now inches from her face. She instantly recoiled but Frank reached out and easily prevented her from moving further away. His other hand began to stroke the growing length, running up and down the rigid tube. A drop of clear fluid seeped from the hole and was followed by more of the liquid as his juices began to flow.
Kim was torn between attempting to flee from her hated brother-in-law while another part of her, the slutty horny part that usually showed its face when she was wasted fought to take control. His hand gently stroked her silky, black hair and that tipped the balance. Kim reached a tentative hand out and grasped his rampant erection which caused it to twitch and the flow of pre-cum increased.
“Suck it Kim” he told her in a voice rough with pent up desire.
Slowly, haltingly she leaned forward, her eyes fixated on the throbbing meat she held. While Kim stared another drop of pre-cum oozed from the hole and without thinking her tongue flicked out and licked it up making Frank moan loudly. Opening her mouth wide she took the knob in her mouth and proceeded to slide her lips down the shaft, swallowing it as deep as she could handle.
Both his hands took Kim by her hair and he started to guide her head back and forth on his swollen prick. Kim bobbed up and down the thick cock, her mouth stretched to its limit in accommodating the impressive girth. It showed in her cheek as the meat slid in and out of her mouth. Frank removed one hand from her hair though his other continued in directing her. He then unbuttoned his top and dropped it. Kim was really giving it her best and he realized if things continued much longer he wouldn’t be able to prevent orgasm.
In order to forestall that he used a thumb and finger to pinch Kim’s nose. Immediately she tried pulling her mouth off him but his hand in her hair prevented that. Already starting to panic her wild eyes looked up at him desperately. First he winked but he then released her nose and pulled her hair back pulling her from his prick. She gasped and coughed for a few seconds but she was alright.
“Stand up Kim” he demanded of her and she scrambled to her feet quickly.
Frank smiled at her fast response as he realized she was well on her way to being tamed by him. He pushed her back up against the wall where his large hands grasped the top of her tee shirt and ripped. The material was no match for his strength and tore roughly down the middle exposing her smooth, soft skin. Her pert B-cup breasts were revealed in all their beauty, perfectly shaped and topped by red, erect nipples. He smirked on seeing the evidence that she was already aroused.
“You dirty little slut” he told her as his thumb and forefinger squeezed one hard enough to give Kim an equal amount of pain with the pleasure.
Frank’s mouth soon replaced his fingers and once his teeth and tongue found her breast it was Kim’s turn to moan. He would have smiled if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied in feasting on her. One of his hands now started to rub the delta between her thighs, moving up and down over the silky material. Her legs parted wider involuntarily as Frank’s large hand moved faster against her vulva.
He could feel her wetness even through the panties which were becoming damp from her juices. Not wishing to wait longer he brought his hand up high enough that it could slip under the waistband. As it slid down he felt her tiny landing strip of hair before he reached his objective. He brushed past her clit as his middle finger sought, then found her dripping opening between her plump lips.
Frank pushed the tip of his thick finger into her causing her legs to spread wider to give him greater access. He took instant advantage, working deeper in Kim’s tight cunny while also bringing his palm in contact with her engorged clitoris. By now he had worked his finger past his second knuckle into her canal and was wiggling it with the intention of loosening her enough to fit his much larger cock there.
His mouth had switched between her sweet breasts multiple times by now and each nipple stood proudly at attention from the stimulation they had received. In fact Kim was actually cradling Frank’s head as it suckled at her bosom, encouraging him in his efforts. Suddenly he pulled his mouth from her causing a sigh of disappointment to escape her lips.
Not pausing a moment Frank crouched before Kim while managing to keep his finger embedded in her wet pussy. His other hand tugged at the waistband of her boy shorts, sliding them down her toned legs until they reached the carpeted floor. He removed his digit and greedily sucked her juices from it with a slurping sound.
“Your pussy juice tastes so good that I want to have some more. Do you mind if I lick you?” he asked her.
“No go ahead” she answered, her lust overruling any hesitation she felt under the circumstances.
Frank’s thick fingers spread her lips wide, opening her pussy like the petals of a flower. Her nectar glinted on her womanhood like stars in the evening sky. He leaned forward and inhaled the bouquet of aroused pussy before his tongue ran the length of it. Frank started at the top and worked his way downward slowly, savoring the taste and texture of Kim’s vagina. She gasped as he probed the depths of her wetness, his tongue searching out and exploring every crevice and fold it could reach.
She tasted delightful and he became even harder from her scent and taste. Kim began to roll her hips in an effort to bring his tongue together with her clit as he had deliberately ignored it. Frank immediately realized what she was trying and after one final lap of his tongue he stopped licking her altogether. Kim’s blue eyes, which had been almost closed from pleasure opened wider with disappointment.
“What’s the matter Kim; you didn’t want me to stop?”
“No baby, it felt so good” she replied with lust in her voice.
Frank chuckled then without warning he slapped her cunt with an open hand. She cried out from the pain at which time he followed with two more stinging blows to her vulva before standing and grabbing her hair with a hand.
“This isn’t about it feeling good for you slut and don’t you forget it. You are being taught a lesson as well as I’m going to get my rocks off. Understand?”
“Yes, I’m sorry Frank” she sobbed with tears rolling down her cheek.
“Good now that we’re clear on that Kim I want you to face the wall and bend over. Now move.”
He released her hair and watched as she turned toward the wall and bent at the waist. In spite of his anger he was frozen a minute as he looked at her exposed peach between her supple thighs. The lips were wet and swollen while the juicy insides were dripping a clear, sticky fluid and he had to resist the urge to again smother it with his mouth.
Breaking free of the spell her pussy had cast on him Frank slapped her full, round buttocks a couple of times. They were nice and firm and barely jiggled from his blows. He stepped forward so that his jutting cock slid between her taut thighs and pressed against the outside of her puss.
“Put your hands flat against the wall” he directed her.
Kim quickly complied with his order and as soon as she was braced he guided the large, mushroom head to her opening. He grunted as he started to split her tender treat but even with all the natural lubrication there it was extremely slow going. He pulled his hips back to reposition himself, then holding her hip with one hand and his thick shaft with the other he drove forward with all his power.
Frank sank halfway into her wet folds making Kim cry out. He then seized her other hip and pushed forward again. Slowly, reluctantly, her tight pussy opened to his assault and soon his battering ram was totally within her gates. For her part Kim was filled like she couldn’t remember being before and though there was some discomfort it was also stimulating all the sensitive nerves located in her pinkness.
“Fuck that is one tight cunt you have Kim. It’s squeezing my cock like crazy. What’s the matter, all your pretty boys have needle dicks?” he taunted, knowing she had the tendency of dating only good looking guys.
She just grunted in reply as with the feelings she was getting from her pussy speaking wasn’t an option right then. Frank started to pull back and watched as her pussy lips clung to him like a glove as he withdrew. When just his head was in her Frank reversed direction and drove balls deep again. That was enough to push her overwrought body straight to orgasm. Stifling a cry Kim’s body shuddered from the force of her climax. He tried to ignore her clenching muscles and continue his thrusting but her internal pressure proved too great. As his neglected balls signaled their imminent release Frank managed to withdraw his erection just in time.
Seconds later he exploded with his first shot landing in Kim’s hair and the next landing with a splat on her back. He stroked his cock fast now shooting the rest against her firm ass and the outside of her cunny. He then slapped his hard cock against her butt cheeks to force the last bit of cum out before driving into her womanly depths again.
Now that she had adjusted and opened to him he began to pound her sweet treat as hard and fast as he was able. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh and the heady aroma of sex. In combination with her intoxicated state, the hard fucking Frank was giving her made it hard for Kim to remain standing. Her leg muscles trembled each time his hairy legs slapped into hers as he drove deep. His large hands gripped her hips tightly, the thick, powerful fingers digging into Kim’s tender flesh.
He was in his element now, fucking hard and fast and under control since his first orgasm took the edge off. Frank looked down and watched as he slid in and out of Kim’s sticky treat, her lips clinging to his meat as he worked her over. The sight of her divine buttocks inspired him to occasionally deliver a sharp smack but after a particularly hard one it made Kim lose her balance.
Though his other hand kept her from falling it was enough to cause his cock to slip from her as she stumbled. Kim turned and looked at him almost apologetically at him.
“Sorry” she mumbled “but I’m having problems staying on my feet for some reason.”
“I think the answer is in that bottle and the ashtray” Frank replied his eyes scanning the vodka and marijuana. “Don’t worry about it, just lay on the floor Kim.”
Frank assisted her down to the floor where Kim lay on her back. She spread her legs wide with her knees bent and her pretty feet flat on the carpet. As he removed a pillow from her bed Frank’s eyes took in what was waiting for him and grinned. She might have personality issues but Kim was incredibly sexy. Her lustrous black hair cascaded across her shoulders and to the floor below while her firm perky breasts rose and fell with each breath. He gazed lower as he positioned the pillow between her open legs. Her miniscule landing strip pointed the way to her aroused womanhood which was topped by her partially hooded clit.
Once Frank knelt on the pillow he slapped her waiting lips a couple of times before angling the head to her opening. The tip slipped between her opened lips sending shivers up Kim’s spine which only intensified as the rest of the head followed by the thick shaft worked its way in. Her walls clamped on him but Frank persevered until he was deep in Kim’s channel.
“Damn that tight cunt of yours is squeezing me” he grunted as he started to make short, slow thrusts.
Kim took a hold of her legs and pulled them into the air allowing Frank’s schlong to slip deeper in her greedy pussy. He leaned forward while supporting himself on his hands which also assisted in getting more of his thick shaft in her. He increased the tempo of his pumping as he continued forcing Kim to moan from the feeling of being filled to the brim. His hips rose and fell like a well oiled machine, sinking to her depths before retreating only to go deep again.
She wrapped her legs around his waist allowing her now free hands to grab hold of his hairy ass cheeks and attempt to pull him deeper. Frank now repositioned himself on his elbows bringing their torsos together where his hairy chest tickled her sensitive nipples. Feeling himself nearing the final stretch Frank drove his length as fast as he was able and as his pubic bone collided with Kim’s hard little clit with each thrust.
It was too much for her overwrought senses and her teeth found his burly shoulder as she saw stars. Barely feeling the bite his cock swelled and stiffened as orgasm approached. He groaned with pleasure as he came deep inside Kim, coating and filling her welcoming hole with his sperm.
They remained motionless for a few minutes as their spent bodies slowly returned to normal from their orgasmic high. As her trembling legs slid from his back to the floor he pushed his torso to an upright position before pulling his still dripping prick out of her. He crawled forward trapping her arms beneath his knees and fed her his cock covered with their mingled fluids.
Though tired Kim’s natural cocksucking ability kicked in and she eagerly slurped their juices off it as she sucked the softening member. When it was clean he moved to the side of her before standing. For her part Kim crawled to her bed and dragged herself onto the welcoming mattress. As soon as her head hit the pillow she knew no more.
When Kim awoke the next morning the first thing she felt was her pounding head followed by her dry mouth. Once she opened her baby blues the bright light sent pain straight to her brain until her hand shielded her sensitive eyes. Laying there she also realized that she had to pee badly and that her pussy ached.
It wasn’t a dream Kim thought to herself, she had really had sex with her brother-in-law.
Staggering to her feet Kim was conflicted in what she felt about the situation. Though she had always disliked Frank she had to admit that her sister was right about his sexual prowess. In fact if anything Kathy had undersold his ability as not only did he have great stamina but his endowment was equally impressive.
Kim quickly pulled a t-shirt on to cover her nakedness, then shuffled to the door. Her hand turned the knob and she pushed but the door wouldn’t budge. Frustrated she tried with both hands but she had no more luck. Kim stamped her foot impatiently and when she did her eyes caught a glimpse of something sticking under the door. Leaning down Kim observed a tiny wedge of wood protruding from the other side which was effectively locking her in.
“Hello” Kim called out as her hand knocked against the door “can anyone hear me? Please I’m locked in and I have to use the bathroom.”
She was met by silence and it started becoming very uncomfortable for her. Kim’s bladder was full and needed relief badly. Her body shifted from foot to foot as she did her version of the pee pee dance. It was almost to the point that she could no longer hold it when she heard voices followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. Kim redoubled her efforts, increasing her knocking and shouting when she heard a familiar voice.
“Hold your horses, I’m coming. No need to break down the door” Frank said before guffawing.
She watched as the wood was pulled back and seconds later the door was pulled open from the hall. Standing there with a wooden wedge in his hand was Frank and standing behind him was Manuel who had a hand truck filled with large plastic containers. Frank quickly stepped into the doorway preventing Kim from leaving.
“Please Frank let me out, I really have to go” she pleaded.
“I bet you do slut” he answered calmly. “Okay let’s go.”
Saying that he took her firmly by the arm and led her walking so fast she almost had to run to keep up. They passed the bathroom without pausing and though Kim turned to it he dragged her past and continued until they reached the side door to the house. Frank opened it and pulled her out into the bright sunlight almost blinding her. Closing the door behind them he leaned his massive frame against the door.
“Well Kim I thought you had to go so badly. You have the choice of anywhere in the whole yard to go” he said indicating the well manicured lawn on the side and back of the house.
Shooting him a dirty look but knowing better than saying something she cast her eyes around for where she might have a little privacy. There was a shed against the fence where the gardening supplies and tools were stored and it provided Kim with at least some cover. Not being able to wait any longer once Kim was in the shadow of the shed she squatted down while raising her shirt up a bit and let it go. As the golden stream was absorbed by the grass she breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly Frank said “Cheese!” and when Kim looked up she saw his phone pointed her way as he took a candid shot. There was nothing she could do under the circumstance but turn her face so that at least it didn’t appear in anymore shots. When she finished she stood while pulling her shirt down as far as she could to cover up.
“Sorry about that Kim but I figure I’m doing you a favor. You’ll have to be doing a lot of that since you will be living on the street starting today” he told her with an evil grin.
“Wait Frank, you’re not really throwing me out are you, after last night?”
“I told you last night that you could stay the night and you did. Now its time to go. Don’t worry Manuel will pack up all your stuff and what you can’t carry I will allow you to store here, at least for a while.”
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him. Kim felt like she had been punched in the gut at that moment and worse she realized she didn’t have much in the way of options. Her only hope was that she might be able to crash with a friend at least temporarily.
“Okay” she said, her voice small, “can I at least make a few calls first?”
He stood still as if he was considering her request before he answered.
“That’s fine Kim but remember that I’m not going to pay your cell bill anymore either.”
They went back in the house and headed to what had been her room. Manuel had already removed much of her clothing from her drawers and piled it on her bed. The plastic containers were open and scattered on the floor. With trembling fingers Kim picked up the receiver and dialed Gabrielle. Once she answered Kim breathlessly whispered to her, asking if she could crash on her couch for a little while until things settled. Shockingly she was told no.
“Sorry Kim but my boyfriend will be staying for a little while and you would just cramp our style. I’m sure you understand. I’m at work, got to go.”
With that Kim heard a click on the other end of the line. She made another couple of calls but in both cases her “friends” were unable or unwilling to help. After the last call she slammed down the receiver as she started to panic. Frantically she searched the now disordered room until she found her bottle of Xanax. Popping the top she shook a pill out and put it on her tongue. She swallowed it down with the remaining now warm orange juice.
“Yeah it really takes a crisis to show who your true friends are. Seems that maybe you aren’t as popular as you thought when you were picking up the tab with my money” Frank told her with a smug expression on his swarthy face.
Suddenly Kim realized that she had no where to turn except maybe Kathy. However if Frank put his foot down he could thwart that as well if he wanted to. Though she tried to stop it she felt her eyes welling with tears.
“Feeling sorry for yourself Kim? Don’t worry you still have your looks going for you. With any luck you can find some guy to let you sleep at his place, that is if you are willing to use your sexy body in return.”
Her body now wracked by sobs she turned to him and managed to speak.
“Frank I know I’m not your favorite person but for my sister, who you love, can’t you forgive me?”
“That’s rich coming from you but I’m not really such a bad guy, well not that bad. I tell you what – you and me can make a deal so listen up. It’s either take it or leave it with no negotiating. I’ll continue to let you stay and I’ll even give you an allowance. On top of that I’ll stop sleeping around with the random bimbo but only on certain conditions. First you are going to have to cut down on the drinking and drugging and never think of coming between me and Kathy. Since I’m giving up most of my extra curricular activities you will have to pick up the slack if you catch my meaning.”
His message was obvious for as he said this his eyes greedily drank in her beauty.
“And I mean you will meet whatever demands I have and never refuse anything I ask. If you do the deal is off and we’re back to square one. Do you agree?”
“Yes Frank” she said quietly.
“You will get your first chance now so behave and obey.”
Frank then turned to Manuel who had been standing there silently.
“My sister-in-law is good lucking, eh Manuel.”
“Yes sir, she is a very beautiful woman.”
“She’s also very sexy and knows how to please a man, I can tell you that. How would you like her to give you a blowjob now.”
“I would like that a lot sir” Manuel replied.
“You heard him Kim, get on your knees and get busy.”
“Wait Frank we didn’t agree to…” was all she said before he cut her off.
“I said whatever demands I had. I never told you it was only me you had to service. You will do whatever I say with whomever I say or you can get out now.”
Knowing she was beaten at least for now Kim sank to her knees with a sigh. Manuel had already pulled down his zipper and as soon as he pulled his hardening erection out he stepped before her. She reached out and took his mocha colored cock in her hand and then swallowed the head. He groaned in delight as her tongue swirled around the head before it probed his pee hole.
Kim began to bob her head up and down the shaft, taking him to the back of her mouth. She kept her eyes shut to at least prevent having to see what she was doing when she felt Frank’s hand pushing at the back of her head. At the same time Manuel thrust forward and the combination forced his head down her throat.
She started to cough and saliva spilled out of Kim’s mouth but Frank refused to let her move her head back. Manuel thrust forward a number of times rapidly and his eyes soon glazed over. Without warning his dick swelled up and with a cry he unloaded his cum straight down her throat. Kim managed to keep from gagging as Manuel used her for his pleasure. He remained buried until he was done cumming and his erection began to shrink.
After he pulled out Manuel tucked himself into his trousers with a sigh of satisfaction. Frank released Kim now that it was over. His hand stroked her hair as if she was a pet for a minute before stopping suddenly. Startled by his action Kim looked up at him.
“Good girl, you passed your first test. Now go take a shower and clean up. Don’t forget to wash your mouth out. Hurry up because we’re going shopping when you’re done.”
She rose to her feet and as she turned to leave Frank couldn’t resist slapping her supple ass. When she reached for her robe he stopped her with a word.
“No need for a robe Kim. Around me there is no reason to cover up. Now get going.”
Without looking back she walked out of the room.
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C-FAST part 3

Pete has unwittingly joined a school that transforms young men into young girls. He has been teamed up with another guy, Mark, who he has been told to regard as his ‘girlfriend’…………

Reading Allowed, Pt.8

READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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Reading Allowed, Pt.8

READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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