Teaser from Engaged & Enslaved (Slut University, Book One)

The rest of the week was more or less the same, the only real change being how many men she had to take during her private lessons and which holes they used the most. Friday it was five again, six including her instructor, and they used her cunt hard, leaving her with twelve loads dripping down her legs and the knowledge that she was not allowed to shower before Jake came to get her for the weekend. He was prepared, however, and had a towel on the passenger seat. Her bag had already been taken out to him, and so when her last lesson was done she went straight outside, eager to see him again. He was leaning against the car, waiting, and she practically flew down the stairs and in to his arms. He held her tight for a long while before saying,

“Let me get a good look at you.”

She took a step back and turned slowly, letting him take it all in. Jake loved the uniform on her, loved how it showed off every curve of her body. Doing something he had always wanted to, Jake said,

“Turn around and bend over, Allie.”

She was shocked, but did as she was told. Her skirt rode up and he could see the plug filling her tight little ass and her cunt lips, still puffy from use. Cum was still leaking out, and he smiled.

“You may stand up and get in the car.” He said, opening the door for her. Just because she was turning in to a total slut was no reason for him not to be a gentleman to her, at least some of the time. They got in and he headed for home.

“So, how many cocks did you take today?” He asked casually.

“Six, Sir.” The words sounded strange to her again, considering who she was speaking to.

“And how many loads of cum?” The questions didn't seem to phase Jake one bit. In fact, she could see his cock beginning to rise under his jeans.

“Twelve, Sir.”

“In which hole?”

“My cunt, Sir.”

“Very good. Have you taken cock anywhere else this week?”

“Yes, Sir. I've taken it in my slut hole and in my face fuckhole, Sir.” The answers were coming more naturally now.

“And have you taken cum in both?”

“No, Sir, I didn't take any in my face fuckhole. Only my ass and my cunt, and on my tits.”

Jake had never heard Allie – or any woman, for that matter – refer to her body parts in this manner, and it was all he could do not to pull over and take her on the side of the road.

“Did you enjoy taking it up the ass?”

“Yes, Sir, I enjoyed taking cock up my ass, and it felt good when they shot their cum inside it.”

“Very good! You've worn your plug all week?”

“Yes, Sir. I'm even starting to like it, Sir.”

“Wonderful. Now, Allie, from now on you will address me as Master unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”

She was slightly shocked, but nodded and said,

“Yes, Master, I understand.”

“Good girl. While we are at home, you are to remain completely naked except for your heels, unless I give you something to wear. You are to apply your make-up each morning just as you do at school. When we go out, I will choose your clothing, and when we return you will go immediately to the bed room, strip and put away your clothing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

She had never heard Jake talk like this, or sound so authoritative, so in control, and she found that she liked it immensely. Calling him Master only felt strange to her because it felt so right, so natural, as did obeying him immediately when they got home. Allie went straight to the bedroom and stripped from her uniform, placing the top and skirt in the hamper. She was standing by the bed in nothing but her heels when he came in with her bag.

“Good girl.” He said, setting her bag by the door and walking to her. He ran his hands over her body and a little moan escaped.

“Aww, is my little nympho getting hot again?” He teased, knowing full well that she always responded to his touch.

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, Master, what?” He asked, fondling her ample breasts.

“Yes, Master, your little nympho is getting hot again.” She replied, her voice trembling slightly.

“Then go into the living room and kneel on the towel on the couch, facing the back of it.” He'd always wanted to fuck her this way.

Legs shaking, Allie did as she was told. When she was in position, he told her to spread her cheeks and removed the plug. After being stuffed almost constantly all week and having had her ass fucked hard so many times, the plug came out easily. Jake walked around in front of her and pointed his hard cock at her mouth.

“Suck my cock, slut. Get it good and hard and wet.”

To her surprise, Allie was already salivating at the thought of having his cock – her Master's cock – in her mouth, and happily set to sucking it. He rested a hand on the back of her head as she bobbed and licked and sucked, taking it as deep as she could. Jake had never felt her suck his cock this way, never heard her moan so loudly around it, and found that he couldn't take it as long as he would have liked. He was going to have to get used to his fiancée being such a slut. He pulled his cock from her warm, wet mouth and she whimpered a little. He chuckled.

“Don't worry, you'll get to suck it more later.”

He positioned himself behind her and commanded her to spread herself once again. Wetting the tip of his cock from her still-dripping pussy, he poised it at her other hole and said,

“Do you know which hole I'm getting ready to use, slut?”

“Yes, Master. You're going to use my slut hole.” She answered, her voice thick with desire.

“Very good.”

With that, he began to push and was surprised at how easily his cock slipped in. She really was getting used to having her ass stuffed and used, and he was thrilled. He began to move, and instead of the whimpers he had been used to before, he heard her moaning. Quickening his pace, he said,

“Do you like that, slut?”

“Yes, Master.” She panted.

“I want to hear you say it. I want to hear my little slut talk dirty.”

“I love how your thick, hard cock feels in my slut hole, Master.” She began. “I've needed your cock so badly all week! Mmmm, yes, Master, your slut loves taking it up the ass! It feels so good, Master!”

“And I love what a dirty slut my future wife is turning in to! Look at you, bent over the couch, having your ass fucked and loving it. You like having your ass stuffed, don't you slut?”

“Yes, Master, I love having my ass stuffed!”

“Good, because you're getting a bigger plug in it when I'm done with it!”

Gripping her hips hard as the men at the university had done, Jake pounded in to her ass like he had always wanted, hard and fast, and she moaned loudly under him. He held off his orgasm for as long as he could, wanting to savor the experience before finally succumbing to the pleasure.

“I'm about to cum in your ass.” He said, his voice a low growl.

“Yes! Yes, please, cum in my ass, Master! Please cum in my slut hole! I need it, Master, please!” She begged, her mind once more foggy, barely able to focus on anything.

“Oh, god!” he groaned. She'd never begged before, for anything, let alone for him to cum in her ass, and it sent Jake over the edge, cock pulsing as he filled her completely with his load. He had just enough presence of mind as he climaxed to say,

“Cum for me, slut!”

Allie's hand quickly found her clit and before she knew it she was cumming hard, spasming as he continued to pump in and out of her tender hole. The feeling of his hot cum, her Master's hot cum, was different than any of the men who had deposited their load in her at school and she orgasmed again and again. When finally the waves turned to ripples, they both collapsed on to the couch. Jake held Allie close, stroking her hair, until they had both caught their breath. Then it was back up the way she had been, cheeks spread as he applied lube to the plug she had been sent home with. It was slightly larger than the one she had been wearing when he picked her up, just enough so that she would feel the difference. A little initial resistance, and then the plug slid in smoothly. Allie groaned, feeling it stretch and fill her. She was coming to really enjoy having her ass plugged.

“There, all full.” Jake said, patting the end of the plug. “Now, let's go clean up. I'm thinking dinner and a movie tonight.”

More than a teaser - the prologue from The Society Series, book 4, Vanished!

Just as I might never have published at all had it not been for the man who's memory this book is dedicated to, I wouldn't have gotten anywhere as a published author without awesome readers like you!  I was just sitting here, thinking about that, and thought, 'Ya know what?  I ought to post something longer from one of the books.'  As I'm working my way through the as-yet-untitled fifth book in the series, this seemed appropriate.  I'd love to hear what you have to say!

In contrast to the drive to The Manor, the two hour drive home seemed to fly by, and before I knew it we were pulling up in front of the house. I had been gone so long that it was almost like I was seeing it for the first time. The fact that Sean was indeed seeing it for the first time only furthered this feeling.

“So this is home.” Sean said, gazing up at the house as I walked around the Jeep to stand next to him.

“Yes, it is.” I replied with a little smile.

“American Queen Anne. It suits ye, little girl.”

I turned and gave him a surprised look.

“How did you know that?” I asked.

“I guess I've never had reason to tell ya. I've a degree in architecture.”

“Well, in that case you're really going to love this place! Would you like the grand tour?”

The slaves Francis was lending me had already arrived and Derek was busy seeing that everything was brought inside and put where it needed to go. He nodded in greeting and we headed up the stone path to the covered porch that spanned the front of the house and wrapped around the left side. I pulled open the heavy front door, admiring the refinished stained glass panel, and we stepped in to the large foyer. The twelve foot, dark wood paneled ceiling had been refinished, as had the matching panels on the walls and the cream marble floor polished to a high shine. All of the dark wood in the room might have been too much if it hadn't been for the cream color on the walls in between.

The large staircase was a brilliant mahogany, the deep red carpet running up the middle and covering the small landing unchanged. We stepped through the sliding panel doors to the left – something I'd had replaced – and in to a parlor that could have been right out of a history book. My eyes went wide and Sean let out a low whistle.

“Ye must've had an incredible designer, lass. This has been beautifully restored.”

“What I had was a crew of workers that could follow detailed instructions. I did the design plans myself.”

“I'm impressed.”

Though my household colors were black, burgundy and gold, the room was decorated mostly in green and gold to match the window seat cushion and the oriental style carpet set in the floor. The drapes were the same green and gold brocade as the cushion, and the Queen Anne couch and chair set I had found had been reupholstered in a deep green with gold accents. The fireplace had needed no work.

Across the foyer on the other side was the formal dining room, which had been left as I had found it, with dark wood wainscoting and a striped gold wallpaper above it. A small gold chandelier hung in the middle of the room and again there was a fireplace on the far wall. A long mahogany dining table sat in the middle of the room and the matching chairs had cushions covered with black and gold brocade.

Going through a doorway off to the left of the staircase at the back of the room, we entered a small hallway with a half-bathroom off to one side. It lead to the kitchen in the back of the house, which was large and airy with windows on each wall framed in antique lace curtains. The walls had been painted a sage green and the floor was hardwood now instead of tile.

The cabinets were a natural oak, counter tops a black granite. There was a round, rustic wood table with matching chairs, an electric oven with a gas range, a very large refrigerator and a dishwasher. All of these had wood facades that matched the cabinets to make them blend in. Off of the kitchen was a small butler's pantry that opened in to the dining room on the other side with charming little white cabinets on either side of the room and a pull out tray for resting dishes before serving them.

Going back in to the foyer, we went up the stairs to the second floor. It opened in to a good sized, long hall way with the same carpet running from one end to the other. On the far end to the right, taking up one side of the house from front to back was the master bedroom and off of that through French doors a lovely little porch with brick railing topped with wrought iron. There was a fireplace on one wall and polished dark wood flooring. The walls had been redone in the same wallpaper as the dining room above the new chair rail, and below that was a gold and burgundy print. A door had been cut in the wall to give access to a smaller room next door that had been remodeled in to a large master bath where as the door to the original bath had been plastered over and a door cut in to it from the hall way. Across from the fireplace was a king size oak canopy bed draped with gold and burgundy curtains. The room also had matching dressers and a black velvet covered love seat next to a floor to ceiling book shelf. A flat panel TV had been hung over the fireplace so that we could watch from either the bed or the couch.

“So, this is our room, isn't it lass.” He said as he looked around.

“Yes, it is. What do you think of it?”

“It's perfect.” He replied with a smile.

The master bath had golden and cream colored marble floor tiles and a matching counter around the his and hers sinks. The large, deep claw foot tub was set in to a corner, a loop of copper around the top for the shower curtain to hang from. There were little tile shelves along the wall behind the tub for candles, a a larger one with a towel rack for a washcloth. There was a warmer built in to the wall with a bath towel rack above it, and dressing room lights around a small vanity not far from the tub. A half wall covered in tile hid the toilet from view.

From there, I took him down the hall to the library. It was a cozy room with thick, deep blue carpet, dark wood paneling on the walls and ceiling, little brass sconces every couple of feet on the walls and a fireplace. This room also had French doors that opened on to it's own section of patio. A bit further there was a smaller room that had once been used as a nursery, with it's hard wood floors and pale blue walls. Next to it was a similar room with lavender walls. One had a fireplace and one didn't, and the Realtor explained that they had originally been one room that was the family's sitting room in the house, just as the master bedroom had been the mens billiards room in the house and the master bath had been the secretary's study. The small rooms I had left as they were for storage, or for when I had children of my own.

I explained how the previous owners had remodeled the second floor for the family instead of using the original family quarters on the third floor as we walked. That was where we went next and where the main staircase ended. The original master bedroom was right above the one on the second floor, running from the front of the house to about two three quarters back, where the original master bath was. It was very much like the newer one, with a huge claw foot tub and his and hers pedestal sinks with tables on one side of each and a towel rack on the other. There was also a lighted vanity as in the other one. Almost right next to the second master bedroom was the door to a bedroom that was only slightly smaller and also had its own fireplace. It was decorated in greens, blues and golds. I made the mental note that this would be Devon's room, since no furniture had been ordered for it yet.

Further down the hall were three other bedrooms, smaller than the second one. One of them had been turned in to a training room, one in to a room for Cunt, or whatever slave happened to be my favorite and the other in to a small guest room, all of them cream with dark wood accents. From there we took the servants stairs up to the attic, which was just one large room that spanned the entire house, with the ceiling slanted on either side. The whole thing had new insulation and drywall, as well as a refinished wood floor. There were several dormer windows that allowed plenty of light, with curtains to help keep it warmer or cooler as needed. At one end of the room two small bathrooms had been built, each with sink, toilet and shower stall. Slightly larger than normal twin sized beds took up the majority of the room, with enough space left for a nightstand by each and a path down the middle. Each bed had a chest at the foot of it for the slave's clothing and other personal items, if they were allowed to have such.

“Twelve beds? Ya intend ta have a large household, don't ya lass.” Sean said with a slight laugh.

“Well, yes, but also wanted to be able to provide someplace for the slaves of guests if they are not sleeping in the same room.”

“Ah, that makes sense. Ye have a beautiful house here, Annie, and I'm proud ta share it with ya.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I felt myself blush a little at the compliment.

“Now, if ya don't mind, I'm starvin'!”

I laughed and led the way back to the kitchen for our first meal in our new home.

***

The first week or so back at home I was busier than I had thought I would be. On the second day back I had taken Cunt to see Frederick and he had suggested that she be sent to the nearby slave maternity home as she was close to delivery. Without her at home, I found myself preparing most of the meals and enjoying doing so. I ordered a bed, dresser, night stands, lamps, book shelves, a desk with matching chair and a small couch for Devon, rush delivery, within three days of being home.

For the most part my days consisted of working on notes for up coming presentations and arranging to go to local slave auctions for household staff. In the evenings, Sean and I swam in the small pool in the yard and enjoyed the end of summer weather. Francis and his wife were frequent visitors, and the use of some of their household slaves was much appreciated. One evening, after being home about a week, Sean and I were watching the sun set from the front porch when a thought hit me out of the blue.

“It needs a name.” I said, catching him off guard.

“What does?” He replied, confused.

“The house. Most society houses have one.”

“I'd never really given it much thought, but yer right lass. We'll call it Julie.”

“What?! No, not that kind of name.” I said with a laugh.

“No, I know, 'tis just the first thing that came ta mind.”

I thought for a moment, tossing several ideas before I said,

“Stormhold.”

“Stormhold? I like it, it's regal just like the house. How'd ya come up with that?”

“It's from a fantasy movie that came out a few years back. We'll have to watch it some time.”

“Indeed. I can'na remember the last time I watched a movie.”

“Well, we will have to do that soon. I should have it on the shelf in the bedroom.”

The next morning had dawned stormy, providing the perfect excuse for us to take a day for ourselves. We curled up in bed and spent the day watching movies, starting with the one that had given me the name for the house. We were on our third movie, some time after lunch, when the door bell rang. As Derek was at his own house, though he had an office in mine, and we did not have any borrowed slaves at the time, Sean offered to answer it.

“Ya look too comfortable there, lass. I'll get it.”

I listened to the soft pat-pat of his feet on the floor as he moved through the hall and down the stairs to the hall way, finding the sound comforting. When he reached the door he opened it without thinking, as there had been so many deliveries as of late. However, this time it was not a delivery. Standing there on the porch, soaking wet and holding an umbrella, was Devon. Sean unknowingly glared at him as he stood there dripping. Devon looked at him expectantly, and after a moment realized that Sean didn't know he was supposed to be there. A wicked little smile split his face and in a cheery tone he said simply,

“Honey, I'm home.”

Happy Humpday! Teaser from At The Manor, Part One

 They were quickly devoid of garments, each sporting a bare pubic region and partially erect cock that I could tell would be more than satisfying despite their semi-flacid state. I could feel my body beginning to tingle just from the sight of them, and so, placing my wine glass on the bedside table, took a deep breath and said,

“I assume Susan told the two of you what I would like?” They nodded, and my control over what happened in my bed ended there.

Andy grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me from the bed, looping his arms through mine and effectively trapping me against him. Sean moved around the bed to where we were and pulled the robe open, then took his time in looking me over. He nodded to Andy, and next thing I knew I was fully naked and bound over a small, padded table that they had brought in while I was in my bath. My legs were spread, a small, angled pillow was placed under my hips to keep them at just the right height and my breasts had been pushed through holes that were just the slightest bit too small. I made a mental note of this unique form of breast bondage just before a pair of clamps dug in to my nipples and impaired my ability to think clearly. Andy stepped in front of me and presented his cock to me as Sean ran a hand over my pussy, wiggling a finger in to my slit and finding me wet already.

I happily opened my mouth and began to suck on the cock in front of my face, thoroughly enjoying the taste of a man for the first time in I don't know how long. He moaned and wrapped my hair around one hand, pushing his cock in deeper. Sean found my clit and began to play with it while spreading me open with his other hand and inserting two fingers in to my pussy. I moaned loudly around the cock in my mouth and Andy gave a little chuckle that had just a hint of cruelty to it.

“Sounds like this little slut is really enjoying herself.” He said, pushing his cock even further in to my mouth and down my throat just a little.

“Oh, for certain she is. Her cunt's drippin' wet already.” Was Sean's reply. “Though I bet I know what she really wants.”

He slapped my ass hard on each side.

“Ya want my cock in yer tight little hole, slut?” He said in a teasing tone and I nodded my head as best I could while sucking hungrily on Andy's throbbing cock.

Andy pulled out of my mouth, yanked my head up by the hair and said,

“Ask for it then, you horny little bitch. Beg for it.”

I shuddered with pleasure and anticipation at his words and his tone.

“Please, may I have a cock in my pussy? Please, please let me have your cock in my pussy?” The words seemed foreign yet natural and I could feel my own juices begin to drip down my thighs. He yanked a littler harder on my hair and said,

“I said beg, slut!”

“Please, please put your cock in me! Please, I need your cock, I need to be fucked! Please let me have your cock!”

“That's better!” They said in chorus.

Before I knew what was happening, Andy had shoved his cock back in to my mouth and Sean had slammed his in to my pussy. I felt waves of pleasure wash over me as they simultaneously pounded in to my body, fucking back against Sean as best I could while bound to the table. After a while, he reached around me and began to play with my clit again and I could feel orgasm building. Andy sensed this and began to work his cock down in to my throat, cutting off my ability to breath while Sean fucked me harder and rubbed furiously at my clit.

When I was right on the edge, Andy pulled back and just as I took a huge gulp of air, the orgasm hit me. My screams of ecstasy were cut short by Andy's cock being pushed back in to my mouth and I began to suck hard once more, without even thinking about it. As Andy fucked my mouth in a way very similar to how Sean was fucking my pussy, I was pushed over the edge to a second orgasm at the same time that I felt them both emptying their loads in to me. This only served to arouse me further, making the orgasm much more intense.

It didn't end there. Before sitting down to catch their breath, Andy attached a small yet high powered vibrator to my clit. They watched from the bed as I moaned and writhed in my bondage, cum leaking from my freshly fucked twat and my lips swollen from the abuse my mouth had taken. After what seemed like forever to me, I heard one of them unzip a bag and take something from it. I didn't know what it was until I felt Sean behind me, lubing the large butt plug with the juices leaking from my pussy.

Andy grabbed each of my ass cheeks firmly and spread them wide, eliciting a loud moan from me that only rose in volume as I felt the large toy being pressed firmly against my as-yet unused hole. There was a sharp pain as it forced my body to stretch to its girth, and then it was in, stuffing my tight little asshole completely. It was then that I was unbound and placed on my back on the bed, my head hanging over the edge. Andy was now between my legs, his cock hardening again and Sean was rubbing the tip of his own partial erection over my lips, prodding my mouth open. I swirled my tongue around it until it was long and firm once more while Andy rubbed his up and down my wet and swollen pussy.

The angle my head was at was just right so as to allow Sean to push his cock in to my mouth and strait down my throat with minimal resistance, and I gagged only a little as he did so. Andy took his turn with my pussy, pushing in to me just as slowly as Sean was pushing his in to my throat, until I was completely impaled on their massive cocks from both ends. The combination of their cocks filling my cunt and mouth, and the large plug up my ass was enough to push me over the edge right there and I convulsed under them as I orgasmed again. As though it had all been choreographed, they slowly and simultaneously fucked me, the long, slow thrusts driving me wild with desire. They pushed me to the edge and held me there for some time before the cock in my mouth was once more pushed deep enough to prevent breathing and the one in my pussy began to pound in to me hard.

I arched off the bed involuntarily, cumming hard and almost forcing Andy's cock out of my pussy with it's convulsions. Both cocks were slammed deep in to their respective holes as they began to pulse and shoot their hot cum in to my body. Sean's cock was so far down my throat that I had no choice but to swallow it, though I knew I would have chosen that on my own if given the chance. Andy's cock was pumping a large load in to my pussy and the feel of it was heavenly.

Submission and Switching: Reality Revised

Most couldn't guess by looking at her.  In her vanilla life, friends laughed and joked at the idea of her taking orders from a significant other.  In the scene, no one had ever seen her submit.  No one had seen her top either, for that matter.  She didn't dress like the other slaves or submissives she saw at these events, seeing no reason to run around naked or hanging out of tiny lingerie.  She didn't quite understand the correlation between level of nudity and level of submission.  Under her vinyl underbust corset she wore a long sleeve, black floral pattern lace shirt, the outline of her breasts and nipples evident without being obvious.  Her fitted skirt was short enough to be slutty without showing anything unless she intended to, stopping just below where her garter straps met her stockings.  Classic black ankle strap shoes with slightly wide three inch heel gave her that sexy wiggle walk while still allowing for stability.  He was pleased with how she looked and she knew it, something that gave her a little extra boost of confidence.  

She had come prepared to play, prepared to be under His hand and whatever tools He chose to use on her.  As so often happens, things weren't going to go according to plan.  The other girl with them went first, being placed in a cage to start off the night.  He had her tease the girl for a bit until word could spread that others could come have a bit of fun if they liked.  She could feel her sadistic tendencies rising to the surface, enjoying the whimpers, moans and yelps of the other girl as she sunk her nails hard in to the girl's skin, tracing lines around her breasts.  When finally someone else wanted a turn, He took the end of the leash He had tucked in to her corset and they wandered off.  Though she had just been starting to get in to what she was doing, relief washed over her.  She was glad for a few moments alone with Him, even if they were talking with other couples.  The other girl was safely occupied on the other side of the dungeon space, and that was what mattered.

As the evening progressed, eventually the other girl was brought out of the cage and given a few minutes to rest.  Now she would certainly get her chance, and she was right, though not in the way she thought.  The other girl was bound tightly to a particularly evil piece of furniture, a spinning cross of sorts called a fetish ferris wheel.  His toys were laid out, the other girl helpless and blindfolded, waiting for whatever was to happen next.  The leash was removed.  It was then that the shock came.  He turned to her and said, 
"Do you want me to warm her up for you?"
Her eyes went wide, her brain struggling to process what He had just said.  She had topped before, but it had been years.  Sure, she had recently dug out her favorite evil little friend, a black leather flogger with four thin tails that came to a point at the tips, just to practice.  That didn't mean she was ready for this.  She knew His skill, His reputation.  Even before she had become His, she had seen Him play.  She had been on the receiving end as well.  And she was absolutely terrified of letting Him down.  She struggled to find the words to answer Him, but all she could do was shrug.  He picked up one of His matched sets of floggers, found the beat of the music that filled the space and set to work.  She stood and watched, waiting for her heartbeat to return to a normal pace, mind racing, trying to come to terms with what she now knew was coming.

For her, He could have kept going much longer.  She still wasn't entirely ready when He stopped and motioned for her to have at it.  She glanced at her little black flogger and decided against it for the time being, still too terrified to use any kind of toy in front of Him.  She stepped towards the bound girl, hoping that the shaking of her legs wasn't obvious to everyone watching her, most of all Him, and began by using something that had never failed her - her nails.  With the edge of the nail on her index finger, she pressed in to the girls back and began to drag it slowly across on the diagonal.  It left a thin white line in it's wake.  Another one parallel, then the other direction.  The object of her work cried out and a small, evil smile crept on to her face.  Somewhere in her subconscious, she knew she was taking out her own frustrations at not being the one going first for the second party in a row.  She could feel her mentality changing.

She stopped contact and the bound girl wiggled in anticipation.  Without warning - because what fun would that be - she brought her hand down on the girl's left cheek, almost full force.  A pause, then the right got the same treatment. Her target yelped.  She gave an evil little giggle.  The girl had said she wanted pain, and that was exactly what she was going to get.  Perhaps more than bargained for.  One swat after another, picking up speed, with each the dominant side of her personality becoming more and more in control.  Cognitive dissonance began to build in her mind, unbeknownst to her at the time.  She was so focused on what she was doing that she didn't even notice the constant connection she had to Him slipping away.  Though she was still somewhat afraid of using toys in front of Him, when her hand finally began to hurt, she gave in and picked up her flogger, cursing whoever had put together the music play list under her breath as she struggled to find the beat.

Eventually, she got in to the swing of things, even becoming brave enough to use one or two of His toys when he offered.  From time to time they would switch places and He would take over for a little while.  It was nice to see things from that side, as she enjoyed watching Him work.  Given her own mentality at the time, she was seeing it in a completely different light than before.  Each time she found it a little easier to find her pace and when the scene finally needed to come to an end, she couldn't help but be a little sad.  The other girl was unbound and brought down to sit on a chair with a bottle of water with Him making sure everything was alright while she cleaned off the recently vacated piece of furniture.  All of that taken care of, the other girl dressed and recovering, He picked up the leash and sat, motioning for her to come and kneel before Him.  

It felt awkward, not natural as it had earlier in the evening.  She began to shake a little as fear set in again, the realization hitting that she didn't feel that connection she had grown to love, didn't feel her place.  She could barely look at anything but the floor, afraid of what she would see if she looked up at Him."Look at me, pet."  His words made her heart skip a beat.  She looked up at Him from under her eyelashes, forcing herself not to look down again.
"You did very well tonight, pet.  I'm proud of you."  She felt her posture straighten involuntarily, a smile playing on her lips.
He replaced the leash, the cold metal feeling almost foreign on her skin.  Then His hand was around her neck.  The look on his face changed, the tone of His voice becoming deeper, more stern.
"Who do you belong to?"
"Y..you, Master."  She stuttered, desperately wanting to look away.
"Yes, pet."  His grip on her throat increased.  "Who do you serve?"
"You, Master."  The words came more easily this time.
"Yes, you do.  What are you?"
She could feel that familiar tingle coursing through her, stronger than ever as the connection began to return. 
"Your slave.  Your whore.  Your property."
"Yes, pet, that is correct."  He released His hold on her neck, stroking her hair for a brief moment before commanding her to place her arms behind her back and gently pushing her head to the floor between His feet.  The connection returned full force and her heart soared.  She could feel Him again, feel her place.  Even when He removed His hand from her head, she had no desire to raise it.  Kneeling there before Him, forehead pressed to the cold concrete floor, she felt perfectly at peace.  Perfectly, completely His.  The rest of the world ceased to exist, nothing else mattered in that moment.  He could sense this and let her remain there a while before nudging her with His foot to sit up.  She grinned up at Him.
"Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome, pet."  He opened his arms and instantly she was in them, and everything was right with the world.  

Kink and The Real World 2: Dominance VS. Abuse

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100th Follower thank you teaser, from the as-yet untitled fifth book!

In celebration of reaching 100 followers on Twitter, I have decided to give you all a little sneak-peek at The Society Series Book Five.  It's still a work in progress, of course, but there are already some very steamy and sweet scenes featuring the heroine Annie and her gorgeous Irish Master, Sean.  After her ordeal in book four (yup, have to read it to find out!), Sean is slowly starting Annie's training in preparation for something big that's coming either at the end of book five or the start of book six.

When he shut and locked the door, I knew what to do. I slowly stripped off my clothing and, folding it, placed it back on top of the dresser. He put his on the bed, then sat on the couch. I was trembling as I made my way to kneel in front of him again.

"Din'na be afraid, lass. Tis jest me." He was stroking my head again.

"I'm trying not to be, Sir."

"I know. D'ye think ye can start on yer own, or dew ye need me ta guide ye?"

"I...I don't know, Sir." I knew how to do it. What I didn't know was if I could make myself. He took one of my hands and placed it on him.

"Ye can start that way, pet." I shivered a little at that name. It had become a favorite for both of us.

I ran my hand up and down his cock, the skin soft around his hardness. He watched me intently.

"Can ye give it a kiss, sweetheart?" He asked. I had to laugh at the cheesiness of it.

"Yes, Sir, I think I can do that."

"Go ahead then, pet."

I lowered my lips and gave the tip a kiss, breathing deep. The smell of him was familiar and comforting. Feeling brave I darted my tongue out to taste him. He gave a quiet moan.

"Good girl." His voice was getting lower, the green of his eyes deepening with desire.

Taking another deep breath, I forced myself to stick my tongue out further and run it in a quick circle around the tip. Sean shuddered. I have always enjoyed giving my Master pleasure, and seeing his reactions to me egged me on. Still shaking just a little, I took the tip in to my mouth and ran my tongue around it again. He moaned louder.

"Tha's my good girl."

Little by little, keeping my eyes open to prevent myself from having a flashback, I took more of him in to my mouth. Every time I looked up, he was looking right back in to my eyes, and I could see the love and concern in his, along with the desire. I had to get past this. I pulled back and began to run my tongue up and down the length of him. I couldn't ever remember actually giving him a blowjob in this manner. He definitely looked like he was enjoying it. I slid my mouth back down his cock, stopping just before it hit my throat. I definitely wasn't ready for that yet. Back up, then down again and soon I had a rhythm going. His muscles were tense from forcing himself to remain still. Every now and then I would pull back again and use my tongue or focus just on the head. He stroked my hair, head back, eyes closed. After only a few minutes, he told me to stop.

"I din'na want ta cum this way with ye yet."

I flushed again. I knew he was holding back because of my fear.

"It's alright, Sir. I mean, if you want to...you know."

"If ye can say it, then I will." He was looking in to my eyes again.

"It...it's alright if...if you want t...to cum...in my...mouth, Sir." I had to force myself to say it.

"Say it again, but din'na use Sir."

"It's alright...if you want to...cum...in my mouth, Master." I repeated, using the alternative term. I was still getting used to his preferences on that sort of thing.

"Tell ye what pet, wait right there." He stood and went to the chest at the foot of our bed, coming back with our Hitachi wand. It was the one toy I wasn't afraid of. He put a pillow between my knees to elevate the wand and hold it in place, then turned it on about half way. In seconds I was on the verge of cumming.

"How does tha' feel, pet?"

"Good, Master."

"Good. Now, tell me again."

It was becoming increasingly difficult to think, let alone speak. That was exactly what he wanted.

"It's alright if you...want to cum...in my mouth, Master." I was panting between words instead of pausing, struggling to hold back my orgasm.

"Alright, then. Back ta what ye were doin', pet."

I took him in my mouth again, feeling the beginnings of my old hunger returning. The wand buzzed away between my legs. I had to focus completely on his cock to keep myself from cumming until he allowed me to. I was loosing control quickly.

"Cum fer me, pet. I know ye need ta." Instantly I did, moaning around his cock. "Ah, god! Cum fer me again, Annie!" My moaning felt incredible to him and when I did just that while cumming a second time for him I felt his cum begin to fill my mouth. I was so lost in my own pleasure that there was no room for me to be afraid. I swallowed without even thinking about it.

"Good girl." He stroked my head as he came down from his climax, still firmly in my mouth. When he began to go soft, I sat back. I was still shaking, but this time from the wand still between my legs.

"Ye did very well, pet. Cum fer me again."

Somehow, without even really trying, he had managed to train me to cum on command for him. I moaned loudly as my third climax hit. Moments later, he turned off the wand and I collapsed forward on to the couch, panting.