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.”

The Myth of The Multi-Orgasmic Female

Porn stars. Women in romance and erotic novels. Writers for Cosmopolitan Magazine. What do they have in common? The myth that they are the only ones capable of multiple orgasm, with the common assumption that the first and last are largely faking it/lying about it and that it's extremely rare - if not impossible - for the average woman to achieve this. This also comes with a reasonable disbelief in the possibility of fainting or nearly fainting from orgasm, orgasm on command, orgasm without direct genital stimulation and the "rarest" of all, female ejaculation, which I'll cover at another time. The key word in all of this is myth, for that's exactly what it is. To a certain degree, I am speaking from personal experience and the experiences of women I know intimately. To a much larger degree, I am basing this on any number of studies and surveys conducted on the matter.

From HealthCentral.com article Multiple Orgasms

"All women are [physiologically] capable of having multiple orgasms," says Barbara Bartlik, MD, clinical assistant professor of psychiatry at Weill Medical College of Cornell University in New York, NY. So why aren't more women keeping their neighbors awake at night with their moans of pleasure?

"Women, and their partners, don't usually try to have multiple orgasms," says Bartlik. And why aren't women trying? Bartlik chalks it up to no time and no desire. "These days, people are very busy and they just don't have time for sex. When they do have time for sex, they don't have the energy to work for more than one orgasm," she says. They may also feel greedy about looking for a second or third orgasm. It feels like asking for a second or third slice of birthday cake.

"Many women [are] comfortable and satisfied with one orgasm, and they don't want to try for more," says Bartlik, who adds, "Instead of thinking about multiple orgasms as an embarrassment of riches, why not think of them as making up for lost time?"

I especially like that bit about seeing multiples as making up for lost time.

What is a Multiple Orgasm? Multiple orgasms are a series of sequential orgasmic experiences that occur in quick succession. And when it comes to multiples, women have the biological upper hand over men. This is because unlike men, women don't experience a refractory period (the period of time after men ejaculate when they can't be aroused). So women can and do respond immediately after orgasm to more (or hopefully continuous) clitoral, vaginal, and G-spot (that small, raised bump of urethral tissue just inside your vagina along its front wall) stimulation.

We certainly do live in hectic times, with everything scheduled to the last second, always rushing from one thing to another. Is it any wonder that sex takes such a low priority for so many? With our energy going towards so many things, when we do have (or make) the time for sex, we don't always have the time or energy to make the most of it, to really enjoy it. This saddens me, as there are so many little everyday things that could be improved by simply having a better sex life. Multiple studies have indicated a number of health benefits associated with precisely that.


Benefits (From the WebMD.com article 10 Surprising Health Benefits of Sex )

1. Boosts immune system

2. Boosts your libido

3. Improves bladder control in women

4. Lowers blood pressue

5. Counts as exercise

6. Lowers risk of heart attack

7. Lessens pain

8. May lower risk of prostate cancer in men

9. Improves sleep

10. Lowers stress

All of these things have been linked to having a healthy sex life. If one orgasm is good for you, why not take the time and effort to go for more? Too difficult? Impossible? Pure fiction? Read on.

From the kinseyconfidential.org article How Do Women Experience Multiple Orgasms?

Although some women rarely or never experience orgasm, most women are capable of experiencing orgasm – even multiple orgasm. That’s because women don’t have a refractory period like men do, which is the time between one ejaculation and their ability to have another ejaculation.

We don’t fully understand why some women experience multiple orgasms and others do not. In part, it may have to do with expectations about sex and orgasm. After all, even one orgasm is difficult for some women to experience, so some women may be happy with one orgasm and may not even try to have a second orgasm after their first.

Other times, women who orgasm during sex with a partner may find that their partner doesn’t continue with sexual stimulation – such as intercourse or oral sex – and so they may not have multiple orgasms because their partner stops stimulating them.

Partners may stop stimulation because they are tired or because, in the case of vaginal intercourse, they ejaculate more quickly than they might like to. It can therefore be easier, for some women, to have multiple orgasms during self-masturbation.

OK, ladies, truth time. How many of us blame ourselves for our lack of satisfaction in the bedroom, or simply don't speak up because we don't want our partner to feel bad? Mmhmm. Communication is key, people. So, either talk to your partner about your lack of full satisfaction and desire for multiples or start taking some "me time" to explore your own body and find what it takes. You may be thinking 'What's the point? I've always had trouble with orgasms, so why try?" As much as we may like to think we know what we're doing because its our body, that may not always be true. Check out this article for more information.

Still not convinced that "real" women can find multi-orgasmic bliss? Check out these findings from one of Alfred Kinsey's studies.

Sources of first orgasm for females:

40% masturbation

27% coitus

24% premarital petting (not found in chart)

5% nocturnal dreams

3% homosexual

1% other sources (p. 545, Female)


10% of all females in the sample had never reached orgasm in their marital coitus, (footnote, Table 113, p. 408, Female). 39-47% of females reported reaching orgasm in nearly all of their marital coitus, (Table 112, p. 408, Female). About 50% of females had experienced orgasm by age 20; about 90% by age 35. (p. 513, Female)
Multiple Orgasm:


Females: 14% of females in the sample reported regularly responding with multiple orgasms, (p. 375, Female).
Or this: Orgasm in America

Sexually speaking, we women are mental creatures (is it any wonder that written erotica is a female dominanted market?), and in a lot of ways I believe that can make it harder for some to reach multiple orgasm. Even more so when you factor in how society teaches us to see sex and our own sexuality, but that's a post for another time! Getting out of your head can be a key factor in having a truly satisfying orgasm or three. For some, this may mean simply focusing on the task at hand to the exclusion of everything else, for others it could mean playing out a fantasy in their mind. Unfortunately for many, it may take getting past certain hang-ups. I've talked to a number of women who complain about orgasm problems, blaming their partner entirely, when they've never once even tried taking matters in to their own hands. I mean that literally, by the way. General statistics indicate that 70–80 percent of women require direct clitoral stimulation (consistent manual, oral or other concentrated friction against the external parts of the clitoris) to achieve orgasm. Penetration alone may just not do it for you, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Don't be afraid to give it a little rub while he's inside you - chances are, you'll be glad you did! Worried about how he'll react? Honestly, any man who has an issue with you doing what it takes to reach that moment of bliss likely doesn't deserve to be a part of it at all. Is the angle not quite right? Try doggy style - it's much easier to reach that way, and if he's feeling slightly inadequate because of your efforts, at least this way he doesn't have to see it. Look back up at him, bite your lip and moan (genuinely, I'd hope!) and he'll likely forget all about your handy work. If he's all for finding ways to help you enjoy sex more, you can even try using a vibrator - you just may not want to start with anything cock shaped. Some guys take a while to get used to the idea of that.


A little more advice on the subject from Barbara Bartlik, MD:

• Learn your body. You have to crawl before you walk; you have to have one orgasm before you can have multiple orgasms. Get to know your body's hot spots and not-spots. This is the essential foundation to sexual response. 
• Practice. It takes practice (both by yourself and with your partner) to achieve multiple orgasms. It's sort of like learning to have your first orgasm. You have to immerse yourself in fantasy, or do whatever it takes to get you aroused, and you have to use lots of lubrication so that you can keep trying for more orgasms by stimulating all of your genital area, while focusing your attention to your clitoris, vagina, and G-spot. 
• Slow down, and use lots of foreplay, especially foreplay that focuses on clitoral stimulation. 
• Get some rest beforehand. Often, experiencing multiples is limited by your lack of sleep. After one orgasm, many women feel relaxed. So relaxed, that they may want to drift off to sleep. But if you are well rested, you can resist that sleep temptation, and work for another orgasm, and another, and another. 
• After the first orgasm, the orgasms "come" easier. It might take 10 to 15 minutes to reach your first orgasm, but your second can occur in as little as five minutes, and your third in only two minutes. Keep going as long as you're having fun. 

When all is said and done, it becomes clear that yes, it is possible for you to have multiple orgasms. It may take a little time and effort, and possibly one of these, however, when it happens, it will be well worth it, trust me.

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.

Teaser from Slut University Series Book One, Freshman Year: Engaged and Enslaved

This teaser is from my second series, Slut University.  This series is shared universe with The Society Series, and eventually there may be some cross over between the two.  I'm doing this series in a rather unique way.  It is broken down in to "years" - freshman, sophomore, junior, senior.  Each year will consist of four novellas that will eventually be combined in to one larger book to make a set of four.  This series focuses on Jake and his fiance, Allie.  Jake has been married once before, to a rather prudish woman who berated him for his needs and desires.  Now, he's determined to mold his sweet, willing Allie in to his perfect slut.  The teaser scene below is taken from Allie's first day at the University.


It was two hours until dinner, and next on Allie's schedule was private instruction. Heading to the third floor, where most of the private rooms were, Allie found the one she was supposed to report to and knocked gently on the door. A very attractive man opened it, and she stepped inside. The room was slightly larger than the bedroom she shared with Brenda. On one side was a desk and chair, on the other an odd, padded table with adjustable legs. The man wasted no time, immediately ordering Allie to bend over the table. She sat her things down and obeyed.

“Jake indicated on the intake survey that he is the only man you have ever been with. That is going to change. As a slut, you will take as many cocks as he wants, starting with mine. You will also not be allowed to climax until I give you permission, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was shaking.

He pulled his large cock from his pants and slowly pushed it in to her, feeling the butt plug through her thin wall as he did. Leaning down, he said,

“I'm going to fuck you like what you are, Allie, and I'm going to cum deep inside your cunt. When I ask you what you are, you will answer me by saying you are a dirty slut.”

Righting himself, he began to pump in and out of her tight hole, holding on to her hips for leverage. Allie's mind was racing – she had a strangers cock in her pussy, and it felt so good, but she couldn't help but think that it wasn't Jake's. As he began to fuck her harder the pleasure she felt built and it became hard to think. Suddenly, he said,

“What are you?”

“I...I'm a dirty slut, Sir.” She replied, panting.

“Does my cock feel good, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

“Your cock feels good, Sir.”

“Be more explicit, slut.” He ordered, fucking her harder still.

“Your cock feels good in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Your tight little cunt feels good on my cock too, slut.”

He pounded in to her without mercy, asking her several more times what she was and each time she replied as she had been told. Her pussy ached for an orgasm, and yet she knew better than to touch herself. After nearly twenty minutes, he said,

“I'm going to cum, slut. I'm going to cum deep in this tight hole of yours. Tell me you want it.”

“I want your cum in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Here it comes!”

He fucked her hard, shoving his cock as deep as it could go as he shot his hot load in to her. She felt it begin to fill her and without thinking she said,

“May I please cum, Sir?”

“Yes!” He grunted, and her orgasm swept over her, her muscles clamping down on his cock and milking more of his cum from it as she climaxed hard.

A few moments passed before he pulled out of her to clean himself up. She could feel his cum begin to dribble out of her cunt and down her thighs, just as Jake's had done the day before. Allie moved to stand, but he pushed her back down with a hand firm on her back.

“You're not done yet, young lady.” He said firmly. “Your personalized curriculum says you will be starting with four cocks a day, three in your cunt and one in your slut hole. The others will be here in just a moment.”

Allie's heart began to pound as the reality of her situation hit her. Jake really was having her turned in to a slut. Though much of what she had been through already was embarrassing, she had become aroused by it. She felt sexy in the tiny uniform, high heels and heavy makeup. Being fucked by a man she had just met had been incredibly hot, and even sucking a fake cock in a room full of other girls hadn't been so bad. Now, as the strangers cum leaked down her legs, she waited. Shortly, they were joined by three other men she had never seen before.

“Guys, this is Allie.” She heard the instructor say. “You know what to do.”

The first man stepped up behind her, cock at the ready, and pushed deep in to her waiting pussy. He was about as big as the first, and she moaned. He pulled her tiny shirt up to reveal her tits and, holding on to them for leverage, began to fuck her hard. In mere seconds she was moaning loudly, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

“That's it, slut.” The man growled. “Fuck back on my cock! Tell me what you need!”

“I need your cock, Sir!” She panted, half delirious. “I need my cunt fucked, Sir!”

“I know you do, you filthy slut! And I know you want me to cum inside of you, don't you slut?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Say it, bitch!” He commanded, increasing his speed.

“I want you to cum deep inside my cunt, Sir! Please cum in my cunt!”

“Good girl!” He grunted as he felt his orgasm building. Soon, he was shooting his load as deep inside her as the first had and she was pleading for an orgasm of her own. However, her requests were declined and so she desperately fought it back, thankful when the man pulled out.

“Damn, she's got a tight hole.” He said to the others as he cleaned himself.

“I bet her ass is even tighter, even though she's had that plug in all day.” Said the third, moving up behind her.

He pulled the plug slowly from her tiny hole, set it aside and lubed his cock in her pussy.

“You ever had a cock in your ass, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her anxiety was clear in her voice.

“How many times?”

“Not many, Sir.”

“Reach back and spread your cheeks, slut. This is what you will do whenever someone indicates they want to fuck your slut hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She obeyed and with one swift thrust his huge cock was buried in her tight rear passage. Though she yelped as her ass was filled, it hadn't hurt nearly as much as she had expected from previous experience due to the plug having stretched her open just a little. Just as the men before him had with her cunt, he began to fuck her ass hard. Once more, Allie moaned in pleasure as her body was used.

“You like that big cock up your ass, slut?” He said, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to her.

“Yes, Sir!” She gasped.

“Say it!”

“I like your huge cock up my ass!” She groaned.

“Again!” His thrusts grew slightly faster.

“I like your huge cock up my ass!”

Over and over he made her say this as he used her tight hole, fucking her harder and faster as he felt his climax approaching.

“Do you want my cum in your ass, slut?” He asked, shoving his cock in to the hilt and holding it there.

“Yes! Yes, Sir! Please, Sir, I want your cum in my ass!” Allie panted, the training already starting to kick in.

He began thrusting once more as she shamelessly begged for his cum in her ass, her slut hole. It wasn't long before he gave her exactly what she wanted, spraying his thick load deep in her ass. She could feel the hot liquid, feel it stinging slightly from the salt, and once more began to beg for an orgasm.

Teaser from my just released The Society Series Book Four, Vanished!

The Society Series fourth book, Vanished!, is now available!  This time, we get to see a side of Annie that, until now, has not been shown on this level her submission to Sean deepens.  In honor of this morning's release of the book, I have decided to share this little tid-bit with you, dear reader, and I hope you enjoy it.

I was still hesitant about swimming at night, but I knew he'd be there with me and I knew that this estate was completely safe. I changed and followed him out to the pool. The heater had been turned on for us, the lights off and it felt surprisingly like swimming the pond I'd grown up with when I'd go swimming at night in the middle of summer. Sean reclined against the edge of the pool as I did several laps, waiting for me to surface. When I finally did, he motioned for me to join him.

“Enjoying the water, pet?” There was that name again, and the wave of desire to go with it.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Enjoying bein' m'pet?”

“Yes, Sir.” I couldn't help giggling, the wetness building between my legs again.

Sean pulled me against him, kissing me hard. My arms went around his neck, eyes closed, loosing myself in the moment. They flew open again when I felt his hand between my legs, nudging my bathing suit aside.

“Here, Sir?” I looked around nervously.

“Din'na worry, pet, no one can see us.”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice was shaking again.

He held me close, one finger circling my clit. Sliding two fingers inside, he murmured,

“My sweet pet. So ready again.”

“Yes, Sir. I...I can't help it!” I gasped.

“I din'na want ye tew, pet. I love knowin' ye get wet fer me sew easily.” His fingers were moving, his thumb making firm little circles on my clit. “Now, cum fer me, pet.”

I shuddered against him as the orgasm hit.

“Good girl, Annie. That's my good pet.” He kissed me again, pushing in a third finger. I groaned against his mouth.

“Ye like bein' full like that, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Cum, pet.” He kissed me to stifle the moaning he knew was coming, which only served to intensify the moment.

“Good girl, pet.” I could feel his lips moving against mine as he spoke. “Cum fer me, pet. Tha's it, keep cumming.” His fingers wiggled and pumped, his thumb insistent. My body obeyed his order, my mind going foggy and blank.

After several minutes of near continuous orgasm, he stopped and withdrew his fingers. I felt desperately empty. With little effort he pulled me to the stairs and carried me from the pool, setting me down on a chair to dry me off.

“Dew ye want more, pet?”

I nodded.

“Can ye walk?”

“I...I think so.”

“Follow me.”

On trembling legs I followed Sean from the poolside patio back to our suite. Once we were out of our wet bathing suits, Sean pulled back the covers on the bed and motioned for me to lay down. Turning off the lights, he joined me, pulling me against him.

“I love yew, Annie.” I could just barely see his face in the pale light coming through the window.

“I love you too, Sean.”

“I want ye ta feel safe with me, safe bein' mine.”

“I do. Actually, I think I feel safer knowing I'm yours.” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Can I hear ye say it?”

“I'm yours, Sir.”

“Yes, ya certainly are little one. And I'll nae let anyone hurt ye again.”

“Thank you.”

“Sew, ye really like it when I call ye pet?”

“Yes, Sir.” The trembling returned.

“Dew ye still want more, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Such a horny little pet, aren't ye?” He pressed his hand between my legs, feeling the heat there. I nodded.

With little prodding my legs opened and his fingers were inside me, Sean propped up on his other arm so he could see my face. Within seconds I was panting under him, my hips moving on their own. It began again.

“Cum, pet.” Those words were all it took to push me over the edge each time he said them until I was a quivering, incoherent puddle on the bed.

“Dew ye want me inside ye, pet?” His voice cut through my haze of pleasure. I nodded.

“I can'na hear ye, pet. Say yes, Master.”

“Yes, Master.” I barely managed to get the words out.

“Tell me what ye want, pet.”

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.