Happy (Belated) Humpday! Teaser from At The Manor, Part Two

When the water began to cool, I stepped from the tub and in to the comfort of a warm, fluffy terry cloth robe that she had waiting for me. I brushed out my hair and braided it while she let out the water and extinguished the candles. The ones in my bedroom were already lit, and all I could figure was that she had done it while I was zoned out in my bath. She had even lit a stick of my favorite incense for me. She was getting quite good at anticipating my needs.

“Do you need anything else, Miss?” She asked, handing me a refilled glass of tea. I smiled.

“Well, there is one thing I'd like very much.”

“What's that, Miss?” Her eyes told me she was worried that she had forgotten something.

“You, clean and naked on my bed. You have ten minutes to shower.”

“Yes, Miss!” She said excitedly, then rushed off to the bathroom again.

I lit a cigarette and made my way to my window seat, sipping my tea. It seemed like forever since I had really spent “quality” time with my girl. In fact, I couldn't remember having done so since coming to The Manor. I shook my head, chiding myself for becoming too wrapped up in my work. She really was attractive to me now. Her own hair was still very short, and so she wore the chocolate-colored wig I had chosen every day. She had put on a tiny bit of weight now that she was in her second trimester, but it looked good. Her breasts were large and firm without resembling the rocks they had once been. Her skin had that glow to it that pregnant women often get, and her belly was so wonderfully round. She was a good bit larger than I had thought she would be at this point, and I suspected that the couple waiting for the baby would be in for twins. I was so lost in thought that I almost didn't notice when she emerged, freshly showered, and made her way to the bed. From the corner of my eye, I watched as she pulled the covers back and folded them at the foot of the bed and then lay down in the middle as was traditional when a slave had no more instruction than to get in bed.

I put out the cigarette and removed my robe, sitting on the edge of the bed. I stared at the girl that was mine and was suddenly very pleased with myself. Reaching out, I brushed my hand over one plump breast and then the other, tweaking the nipples a little and making her moan. I pinched harder and she moaned louder.

“You really have turned in to a little pain slut, haven't you girl.”

“Yes, Miss. Even more so since...” Her voice trailed off and her eyes went to her protruding middle.

“Since what?” I knew quite well what she meant, but the thought of hearing her say it did something for me.

“Since Miss had me knocked up for her.”

“Mmmm, I bet. Do you like that I had you impregnated now?”

“Oh, yes Miss, I do! I never would have known it was my place if it wasn't for you.”

Wow, I thought to myself. She really has made progress.

“That's right, Cunt. And what are you now?” My hand made its way towards the middle of her belly as I spoke.

“An object to be bred at your will, Miss.”

“Very good. And what else?”

“An impregnated slave, good only for breeding and serving, Miss.”

“Even better. And who do you belong to, slave?”

“You, Miss. Every inch of me belongs to you.”

Something about hearing her say it in that manner, without the third person speech, kicked my arousal in to high gear, and I kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm and full as she kissed me back passionately. I could tell she hadn't lost her taste for women, and I would make sure she never did. That single kiss quickly turned in to a heated make-out session reminiscent of two high-schoolers in the back of a car on a Friday night. One hand was on the back of her neck while the other alternated between caressing her belly and playing with her magnificent tits. Without being told, her hands began to explore my body in a similar manner, one wriggling between my body and the bed to reach behind me, the other gently fondling my breasts. It was that hand that eventually made its way between my legs and began to play with my clit. I moaned against her neck and bit down, causing her to arch and press her rounded belly against my flat one. The fingers circling my clit made their way further down and she pushed one, then two inside of me and found my g-spot within seconds. As I kissed and caressed and bit my obedient pregnant slave, she fingered me to a surprisingly quick orgasm.

Without even pausing to catch my breath from that one, I ordered her on her knees by the bed and slid my hips to the edge.

“You know what to do, slut.” I growled, my voice low with passion.

She set to her task eagerly, as this had been used as a reward early in her training, and began to lick at my pussy. 

 She teased as she cleaned me from the first orgasm with broad, flat strokes and when that was done she latched on to it like it was her last meal. Her lips, plump from kissing, almost formed a seal around the outside as she varied between circling my swollen clit with her tongue and darting it in and out of my soaking wet hole. Becoming a bit more bold than usual, she brought me to the brink or orgasm and back several times before pushing the same two fingers in to my pussy and suckling and licking my clit until I was convulsing on the bed, one orgasm flowing in to two and then three in a row. Normally I wouldn't have allowed such behavior, but something told me she did it because she knew I was stressed. Nothing cures stress quite like a series of incredibly powerful orgasms was something I often said in my lectures and presentations, and I never would have guessed the girl had been listening.

After the third, she let up a bit, pumping her fingers in and out slowly while alternately suckling and blowing on my little nub. When my breathing had slowed almost to normal, she began again, once more taking me to the brink and back before pushing me over it to a series of orgasms even more powerful than the first. I eventually lost track, and when I was laying there twitching and moaning and honestly unable to do much more, she stopped. I didn't even realize she had gotten up until she returned with two cool towels, one for my head and the other for between my legs. She placed them in their respective spots and then knelt at my feet until I could think coherently again.

“Good lord, you've learned a lot!” I exclaimed when I was finally able to sit up. She smiled at me.

“You are pleased, Miss?”

“Oh yes, yes, quite pleased, very pleased.” I still wasn't thinking completely clearly. She removed a cigarette from my pack and handed it to me as she struck my lighter.

“Thanks.” Was my only reply as I lit it and reached for my tea. She smiled a little smile that said she was happy to see me in this state from her actions. After a few moments, I said,

“You did very well, Cunt. And when I have recovered a bit more, there are several things I plan to do to you. Go fetch the red bag from my closet.”

The red bag was the one that held the toys I knew she was the fondest of. A black butt plug shaped more like a cock than a traditional plug, a matching dildo for my favorite strap-on harness, a pair of clover clamps and a handful of other things. She knew it, and the look on her face was so eager that I had to laugh. The poor thing had been getting used on a much more regular basis before her domestic training had really begun, and I made a mental note not to let it go this long again. Regular sexual use was a common way of keeping slaves content.

After a few more minutes I was clear headed enough to continue. I put out my cigarette and ordered her up on the bed, ass in the air. It was a lovely site. With a little bit of lube, I easily inserted the large plug in to her well used asshole, the six inch long intruder sliding in with one smooth stroke as she moaned. I ordered her to roll over as I slipped on the harness and attached the dildo, then placed the clamps on her puffy little nipples. It was one that she had been trained with when I first acquired her, and she had since become very fond of it. Twelve inches long and almost three inches around, she had screamed the first time as it had nearly ripped her in half. Now she loved it, begged for it. I was proud of how far I had brought her. As she lay there under me, lustily eying the dildo, I smiled.

“You want this, don't you girl.” I said, taking it in one hand.

“Yes, Miss, I do!”

“Beg for it, then. Beg like the nasty little cock loving slut you are.”

What had once been insults were now one of her biggest turn-ons, and almost terms of endearment to her. She begged like her life depended on it.

“Please, Miss, please, I need your hard cock! Please, Miss, your filthy breeding slut needs your cock, needs to be fucked by the one who owns her! Please, stick that big black cock in my cunt, Miss, please, your slave needs it!” The expression on her face mirrored her words and I found myself incredibly turned on again. I positioned the tip at the entrance to her dripping hole and slowly, almost painfully so, pushed the cock in to her waiting cunt.

As it went in bit by tiny bit, she whimpered. This had always been a sort of torture for her, feeling that black monster filling and stretching her so slowly that she felt like she could never be full, never have enough of it. Already her cunt muscles were pulsing around it, bordering on an orgasm. I saw it on her face. I stopped.

“Hold it back, Cunt.” I ordered.

“Yes, Miss!” She groaned.

I resumed what I was doing, the cock already about half way in. Moving even slower than before, I pushed the rest of it inside, finally filling her all the way. I let it rest there briefly before doing the same thing in reverse, watching her legs and hips shake with the effort of holding back her orgasm as commanded.

“Not yet.” I said as I began to ease it back in. “That orgasm belongs to me, your Owner, just as the rest of you does, and you will not cum until I allow you to, slave.”

“Yes, Miss!”

“I know you need it, girl. I know I'm going so slow it hurts. I can feel your cunt trying to pull it in deeper, feel how much you need this cock. Tell me what you need, girl.” I was once again stopped with the dildo halfway in.

“I need your cock, Miss! I need to be fucked! I need to get pounded like the disgusting, knocked up little whore that I am, Miss!” She was nearly in tears.

I reached up and gave the chain on the clamps a playful tug. Still holding the chain in one hand, I braced myself on the bed with the other and began to move in and out of her with long, slow strokes. Her trembling grew as I fucked her, knowing that she was right on the edge of orgasm and desperately wanting permission to let go. After a few more minutes of this exquisite torture, I began to pound in to her like the men and the machines had done during the early days, fucking her with the strap-on as hard as I could. Finally, I pulled hard on the chain at the same time that I commanded her to cum for me. And she did, harder than I had seen her cum under me before. She screamed her pleasure as it ripped through her, barely subsiding before a second hit, then a third and a fourth. I continued pounding in to her for as long as I could, and when I was done, we were both covered in sweat and the sheets were damp. I allowed her to catch her breath for a little while before having her get me off once more, as using her in that way had me all worked up again. When I was satisfied I headed for the shower, leaving her with instructions to put clean, dry sheets on my bed and then find her own.

Whatever Happened to Good Manners?

Please.  Thank you.  Excuse me.  There was a time when these were so completely common in everyday speech that to not use them when the situation called for it was unthinkable.  Today, sadly, not so much.  It would seem good manners are becoming a thing of the past.  Typically I ignore the lack of manners from the general public while making sure to use them myself, as I was raised to.  There isn't much I can do about the fact that painfully few children are raised to be polite anymore, or about the general rudeness in society today.  What I would like to attempt to do something about, however, is the lack of manners within the kink community when it comes to events.

I've been active in my local community for almost ten years now.  For some, that may seem like a long time, for others I may still be considered a relative newbie.  Either way you look at it, a lot has changed in those ten years and it's been fascinating to watch.  Trends have gained and declined in popularity, people have come and gone and come again - and what were once widely accepted rules have apparently gone the way of the Dodo.  I was at an event recently where I had the chance to simply sit back and observe.  The space was, admittedly, on the small side.  Many communities have to make do with less-than-perfect locations for events due to local laws.  Due to the size of the space, having well defined, separate areas for play and socialization wasn't possible as it is at other venues.  The point of this is generally to keep the chatter of those socializing from interfering with the scenes taking place.  In this case, not a big deal, right?  It would seem simple enough to speak softly when having a conversation near a scene, would it not?  Perhaps if the music hadn't been blaring so loudly as to make this extremely difficult, if not impossible.

Alright.  Not the first time I've seen something like this.  You prepare for it, work around it.  If you're going to have a scene, you know what sort of environment it will be in.  If the noise bothers you, bring earplugs or don't scene at that venue.  Still, what I observed from people at this event (and at others I have been to in the last few weeks) both saddens and appalls me.  I'll do my best to keep this as basic as possible.

1. Excuse Me.

Two of the most underused words in the English language today, if you ask me.  I can't count the number of times I have been at a crowded event and had someone push past me, push me in to someone else, step on my feet, and/or nearly spill a drink (theirs or mine) on me in their attempt to get from one side of the room to the other without so much as an apologetic look.  Yes, the room is crowded.  Yes, there may not be much room for you to get through.  Even more reason to apply basic manners and say "Excuse me" as you try to wiggle your way through the crowd, and while you're at it, be mindful of people's feet and drinks.  

2. Watch where you step

Since we're already on the topic of watching where you walk, be on the lookout for designated play areas.  Typically, the smaller the event space, the more important this becomes.  This is not only good manners, it is safety as well.  Look around.  Check the floor around any dungeon furniture that may be on display at this event.  Do you see areas marked off there?  Chances are, you do.  These areas are not guidelines, they are not polite suggestions.  They mean that should you step within those lines while a scene is in progress you may very likely get hit by some implement or another on the back swing.  And it will be entirely your fault.  Do not walk through these areas when a scene is going on, and do not stand too close to this line to watch. 

3. Watch where you stand

Many venues provide tables and chairs for the guests, and many people will arrive early in order to lay claim to a table, especially in smaller venues.  Some may even provide seating around the dungeon area (in a venue where space allows for separate play and social areas) so that guests may sit comfortably and watch.  Despite this, you opt to stand to watch a particular scene in progress.  That's perfectly fine.  However, take a few seconds to peel your eyes off the scene and look around to make sure that you aren't blocking someone else's view.  Now, I understand that in some cases, this may be unavoidable to a certain degree.  However, by being aware of your surroundings and, when necessary and possible adjusting so you are no longer blocking the view of others, you lessen your chances of coming off as rude or ill-mannered. 

4. Watch who you touch

One would think this would go without saying, and there was a time when it did.  However, lately, it would seem this has gone out the window right along with everything else.  The scene I'm a part of has always been fairly laid back and informal, unlike some others - it's a regional thing - and so it's perfectly normal for friends to hug and what not, regardless of if they are Dom or sub, owned or not.  In some scenes, even a good friend wont hug someone who is a sub or slave without the direct permission of their Dominant.  I digress.  Now, when I attend events, I see something that greatly disturbs me - people running around smacking others with toys without direct consent, people joining in on scenes (seemingly) without having been invited, and just generally touching people when they shouldn't be.  In my opinion, one simple rule applies here - if you wouldn't run around touching everyone in a vanilla setting, don't do it in a kink one.  Hell, even if you would do it in a vanilla setting, don't do it here.


Even in the world as it is today, manners still matter.  Do yourself and everyone around you a favor and try to remember that.

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.

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.