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.”

Submission and Arousal

Warning: For those who know me personally, you're likely about to find out a whole bunch of shit you never knew about me, and possibly never wanted to.  Just a heads up.

Life is a funny thing.  I spent a large portion of yesterday working on notes and outline ideas for the fifth book in The Society Series.  One thing I knew I wanted to work on including right away was Annie's training with Sean.  In At The Manor parts one and two, we see her become aroused by one simple, largely non-sexual thing - submitting to him.  Once she gets past the lingering fear she has from her past, the idea of giving over control to him is more arousing than anything he could physically do to her, and that's a level of eroticism I want to delve deeper in to.  Annie is an extremely strong, fiery, stubborn and independent woman who has made a life for herself developing and implementing slave training techniques.  She's the type to take charge in a crisis.  She specializes in dealing with difficult slaves, the kind many wouldn't give a second thought to.  And she becomes totally, completely, undeniably aroused by handing over the control she has fought so hard for to him.  Oh yeah.  I can hear you calling bullshit from here.  This has to be pure fantasy - it is, after all, from a kink erotica novel.  No way in real life would a woman like Annie go weak at the knees simply from the idea of giving over control to someone else, man or woman, no matter how good looking.

Alright.  Let's take a look at real life.  I consider myself fairly accomplished.  I've owned my own business since I was twenty-three, adding my second at twenty-eight (I'm twenty-nine now).  I teach.  I'm working on my seventh novel, with the prospect of some non-fiction pieces on the horizon as well.  I'm relatively well known in my home town, though not always by name for a number of reasons.  I'm stubborn to a fault, fiercely protective of my friends and family and not one to bite their tongue when it comes to sharing my opinion.  I have also experienced exactly what I write about there first hand.  It's rare, sure.  Very, very few men (and only one woman) have ever had the "Sean effect" on me, but when it happens, it's incredible.  One word, one look, and the crotch of my pants would be drenched.  Heaven help me if I was wearing a skirt at the time.  That look, that word?  Most commonly there is nothing sexual to it at all.  It's that look that says "I own you." or "I control you."  It's not so much what is actually said as it is the tone of voice, and the attitude of the person saying it.  It's that feeling I describe in this bit from At The Manor:

 Never had someone been able to make me feel so much by speaking only one word at a time. It was as though some unseen force had control of my limbs as I sank to my knees in the soft, dewy grass.

In my experience, it's been very much this way.  Sure, there has been that little voice in my head yelling "what the fuck are you doing!", especially in the beginning.  But in those moments there is nothing I can do but obey.  Not because of any threat, spoken or otherwise, nor any agreement.  It was for no other reason than because he said so.  Yes.  It's that simple.  It's hard to explain it any further, though I wish I could.  The feeling goes from head to toe, engulfing the entire body.  It's an electric tension, radiating and causing you to feel your heartbeat in places you either didn't know you could or hadn't in ages.  Since that first taste of it when I was eighteen, I've been hooked.  I can't help it, and I don't want to.  As I've grown, my desire to submit has grown right along with me.  Now, here's the twist - I'm a switch.  I've had two of my own submissives in the past, one male and one female.  I'm pretty sure I can still make him twitch and turn red with just two little words.  He was a large man, resembling a football player, and a good bit older than me, and that didn't matter.  He knew who he answered to.  I'll never forget, at least two years after we parted ways, getting a phone call from him out the blue.  He was calling to thank me for something I had taught him, as it had just played a part in landing him a major promotion at work.  I couldn't have been more proud.

Too many people confuse the desire to submit with willing to submit to anyone.  I've been at parties before where I was wearing a collar - sometimes given to me by my Dom, other times just an accessory - and had some asshat wannabe dominant come over to me and try to tell me what to do.  My reactions have ranged from laughing and walking away to looking strait at the man and saying, "Do you see your collar around my neck?  I don't think so."  I've been told I can't "really" or "truly" submit because I'm also able to be (and quite enjoy being) the dominant partner at times.  It has been only for the sake of good manners that I haven't told these close minded idiots off on the spot.  I'm just as capable of fully submitting as one who's never been on the wielding end of a whip.  If I want to.  I've been told I just haven't met the right guy that can make me "really" submit.  Oh, I beg to differ.  I've had my Sean, more than once.  Most people only ever see my dominant side.  Friends have laughed and cracked jokes at the thought of me being told what to do by my significant other.  I just smile and let them keep thinking that.  Those who have found themselves with the ability to control me on this level have taken great pleasure in having someone like me willing to submit to them.

I digress, however.  Submission and sex are frequently linked.  They don't have to be, but it does add a degree of fun.  In my experience (I know, I know, I keep saying that), submission and arousal are almost always linked.  Let's take a little trip back in time for another real life example.  I'm eighteen.  I've been hanging out in a hot tub with the man who would become my first Master (though we are nothing more than friends at this point), and become a bit over heated, so I'm sitting on the steps going up in to it.  He doesn't ask if I can walk.  Doesn't ask if I need anything.  He gets out behind me, hands me a towel and says two little words.  Don't move.  In the few minutes I am alone while he gets me water, I barely even blink.  In the back of my mind, I'm wondering why.  I'm also trying to figure out the sudden non-hot tub related wetness between my legs.  It wouldn't be until several weeks later that I would even begin to have an answer to that, and for years I've tried to figure out why it does what it does to me.  As the years passed, I got to the point where the mere idea of submitting to the right person, being totally in their control - if only for a little while - drives me wild.  I'll even admit that one of them is Sean.  I totally have a crush on my own character.  All the rest, as few as they are, happen to be real people.

It does happen.  A strong woman can find complete bliss in submitting to the person of her choosing, and once she does, the control she is used to having over her life is gone.  Sure, she may frequently make her own decisions, but that person's control is always there, and she knows it.  A woman who is dominant in her everyday life can become inexplicably aroused by the delicate chain collar around her neck, right in the middle of a meeting.  A powerful woman's happy place can be kneeling at the feet of the One who controls her as they watch television in the evening.  And it is totally and completely possible to become aroused to the point of inability to walk or speak or think clearly just by having that person completely strip away the power and control you have during your every day life.