A Taste of Slavery Ch. 07

"In what way?"

"Well, she isn't having sex regularly, Master. Wasn't even having much towards the end of her marriage. She bitches about it when I tell her how great our sex is going."

"We could invite her over and you could show her what you've learned," I suggested.

"I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship, sir, and I'm unsure she would be receptive to a girl on girl encounter."

Mmmm, I thought. There might be room for a little pushing in that direction. Food for future fantasy.

"I purchased some suspension cuffs for you and I was thinking I'd like to hang you in the air for awhile and see where it leads."

"I'm yours to command, sir."

"You are, aren't you? Display."

Julia quickly stood in the correct position. I walked around her, touching her breasts, stroking and fondling her ass, testing the wetness of her cunt. She moaned, rubbing herself against my hand. My slave was nearly always wet now. Very seldom would I touch her and not find her slick and ready. Was it a condition of her slavery, the plugs she'd worn in her ass for the last few days, or some other factor I didn't recognize. Without any foreplay at all, I could slide my cock into her like she was dipped in lube. If I was capable of sex as frequently as she was, there was probably no time I couldn't fuck her.

I left her standing there, on display for me, while I found the suspension cuffs and a couple other things I wanted to try. She was still standing there when I returned, even slicker than when I left, her position arousing her further. I put the cuffs on both her hands and feet. Fastening a pulley to one of the new hooks I'd installed, I fastened the wrist cuffs to the rope and raised her off the ground. Our high ceilings allowed plenty of leeway, but six inches put her at a perfect height. I used a spreader bar to force out her legs, putting her feet about forty inches apart.

"You're almost ready to cum, aren't you, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"You like being confined and unable to resist, don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

I removed my clothes, my erection hard and unyielding.

"Are you going to fuck me, Master?" Julia asked.

"I am."

"May I cum, sir? I don't think I'll last long once you penetrate me."

"I think I'll make you wait for awhile, slave."

She resigned herself. I could see the look of determination forming as I told her she must wait. I had to bend my knees only slightly to align myself with her slit. I speared upward suddenly and she gasped. She was so freaking tight with her plug in. I could feel it in her ass rubbing up against my prick. I dropped down slightly and gave another hard thrust upward.

"Master," she moaned. "It feels so good. I don't know how long I can wait. Please let me cum."

"Not yet," I panted. "I'm quite a way from climaxing myself."

"You said no more than two, maybe three minutes at the most."

"Then you can cum in three minutes and not a second earlier," I replied, my hands holding her perfect ass and bouncing her up and down on my shaft.

I started counting off the time in my head, determined to make her wait. Julia didn't last thirty seconds. I heard her groan and her cunt was clasping my cock in a velvet embrace as she spasmed helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Master," she whimpered. "I tried to wait. Honest."

"Now you'll wait again until I cum," I said, thrusting through her soft folds.

Four minutes later, she was begging again, sobbing she couldn't wait any longer. I had to be four or five minutes away myself, not yet reaching my trigger point.

"Wait!" I ordered. "You can't cum yet."

She tried. I really believe she tried. She was crying, a strained look on her face. She couldn't hold me, couldn't close her legs, couldn't stop me or slow me down at all.

"Ungghh! Fuck me, fuck me, I'm cumming again."

I could tell. Her pussy pulsed on my cock in rapid fire squeezes like a nurse blowing up a sphygmomanometer to check my blood pressure. Pump, pump, pump. She felt very tight on the compressions, trying to wring the sperm from my cock. As great as it felt, I still wasn't ready to cum. I continued pumping myself, sliding into the warm bath of her sheath.

The third time, she managed to hold out until I my penis popped off and I hosed her pussy down with my jizz, like shaking a pop can and pulling the tab. When I told her she could cum, her mewls of relief were sobbed in my ear like a meditation chant; om, om, om. I laughed, it was so sweet.

"Cumming twice without permission, slave. What a bad girl you are."

"I'm sorry, Master. I couldn't help myself. I'm on the edge of climax all the time."

"You know what that means, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. I must be punished."

I kissed her before lowering her. "Clean me, slave." She dropped to her knees and cleaned my cock of our combined cum. She'd gone from the woman who grimaced with distaste every time she was exposed to it to eagerly swallowing every drop she came into contact with; a very pleasing change in attitude. Done with her cleaning chores, I hooked her spreader bar to the pulley and raised her upside down. Pulling her up until her pussy was at the perfect height for my mouth, I dined on her slick folds until she asked permission to cum. Then I stopped, while she groaned in disappointment.

I got down so I could speak to her face. "Somehow, slave, you seem to think you can cum every time you want. This is a terrible quality in a slave. She should be concentrating on her owner's pleasure, not her own. Perhaps I've been too lenient with you, let you cum too often. Perhaps you need more work with the Slave Trainer; leave it on you for a day."

"Master, I don't believe the Slave Trainer's purpose is to train a slave not to cum. It won't allow me to cum, but it leaves me on the edge where the slightest stimulation releases me. I suspect it makes me more orgasmic, not less so."

"What should I do with you then, slave?"

"Take advantage. Use me. Fuck me. What Master wouldn't want a hot slut slave who's always ready to fuck? Who squeals in delight as her Master takes her? Always wet, always willing? Knowing you won't have to work to bring her pleasure? Who wants to fuck so much, she'll do anything in her power to make him ready again? A slave is meant to be used and used often. If she cums, but doesn't ignore her owner as she does, isn't this a slave worthy of the strongest Master?"

"So, you believe you should be punished only if your orgasms interfere in some way with the pleasure you should be giving me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Interesting concept. I'll take it under advisement. While I consider it, I will be punishing you for the two times you did cum."

"Of course, sir."

"My hand first, then the Enforcer."

"As you wish, sir."

As I wished. Could there be any more magical words to stir the imagination and rouse the blood. I began spanking her behind. It jiggled and her body swung, starting to spin. I steadied her so she wouldn't move so much. I didn't want to think about my aim, nor hit something unintended. Her bottom grew red, small whimpers of pain escaping, yet amazingly tolerant of my hand. I finished the first thirty and I was hard again. I fed her my cock and she took me all down.

I was thrusting into her mouth, and she was taking every inch of me. It felt so good. Her oral skills had improved markedly since she was no longer afraid to get cum in her mouth. I was getting close to my release and felt I needed to reward my slave for her excellent work. I clasped her hips to me and started licking her cunt, hoping to give her the pleasure I'd earlier denied.

"You may cum when I do, slave."

She couldn't respond. My cock was filling her throat. Her body started trembling and thrashing almost as soon as I spoke, she was so close. I felt my cock swell and erupt inside her mouth and her pussy fluttered against my lips shortly after, almost like a kiss, the channel sucking at my tongue. Because she was hanging upside down, it was hard to swallow, and some of my sperm ran out of her mouth and down her face. She wiped it with her hands and licked it off her fingers.

I don't know about her orgasm, but mine was excellent. I lowered her to the ground and removed the suspension cuffs.

"I'm hungry," I said. "We'll do your second punishment in a few minutes, but first, I'm going to order food from Boston Market and have it delivered by Grubhub. You will, of course, answer the door naked."

"Yes, sir."

She trembled, knowing she would be exposed to another person. Perhaps more. I hadn't decided yet. It might depend on who came to the door, male or female. Or it might depend totally on my mood.

We picked out our food from the Grubhub website. I decided to get the rotisserie half chicken honey balsamic basil style with two sides, Julia got the rotisserie turkey with two sides. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I don't know what Julia had to eat at Lisa's but she was hungry too. Delivery time was supposed to be 25-35 minutes, so I waited for 20 before I bent Julia over my knee and began applying the Enforcer to her delectable bottom. We had reached 22 strokes with the paddle and her bottom was a glorious red and she was silently sobbing when the doorbell rang.

I handed her the money. "If the delivery person asks why you're crying, you're to tell them you're being spanked for climaxing without permission. You will ask them if they want to touch your ass to see how warm it is."

She looked at me, somewhat puzzled. Neither of us knew if the driver would be a man or woman yet. "Yes, Master." She got up and somewhat stiffly, approached the door.

Julia opened the door and invited the driver in, a young man standing wide eyed at the threshold. He looked at her with something akin to panic on his face, especially after seeing me sitting there on the couch, with nothing but shorts on. He saw me holding the paddle in my hand and the tears streaking Julia's cheeks. He looked somewhat nerdy, with thick framed glasses on. She handed him the money and told him to keep the change.

While keeping a close eye on me, he asked, "Are you all right, ma'am?"

"Yes."

"You're crying," he said.

"My Master has been spanking me for having an orgasm without permission. It's with my consent, so he's not doing anything he's not supposed to." She turned her back to him and showed him her red bottom. "Touch it. Feel how warm it is."

Still keeping an eye on me with my paddle, he said, "I don't think that would be appropriate, ma'am."

"If you think I would object to you touching my wife's red bottom, you'd be wrong," I said. "I have no objection whatsoever."

Julia took the food from him and set it down on a table by the door. "Touch it. Please. I want you to feel how warm it is."

He slowly moved his hand toward her ass. I wondered if he'd ever felt a naked woman before. His eyes kept shifting from her naked derrière to me and back again. Finally his hand touched her. She quivered.

"Isn't it warm?" Julia asked.

"It is warm," he said.

"She still gets eight more," I said. "You're welcome to watch if you want."

Julia looked at me startled. I was going to let someone else witness her naked bottom be spanked.

"I don't think...eight you say...I don't know...perhaps I could stay for eight," he said, the words spilling out of his mouth in a jumble.

"Of course. Come over here, Julia, and bend over my lap again," I said. To the young man, "You can come a little closer. Neither one of us bites." He sidled closer.

Julia went over my lap and she was aware our young guest was staring at both at her bottom and her exposed sex. She tried to close her legs.

"Spread your legs, slave. Let him see how wet you are."

Julia slowly spread her legs. The young man's eyes got wider. If they grew much wider, I was worried the eyeballs might pop from his skull.

"Keep count for eight more," I said.

"Yes, sir."

I smacked her bottom. She jumped in my lap and a strangled "one" popped out of her mouth.

"Do you like someone staring at your cunt while I spank you?" I asked.

"Yes, Master."

I don't believe she was lying. We could both see the dew collected on her pubic lips, ready to drip off.

Swat. "Two". Swat. "Three".

"You're aroused now, aren't you, slave?"

"Yes, Master. Very aroused."

"So aroused you're ready to cum?" I asked.

She blushed so red, the rest of her came close to the color of her ass.

"Yes, Master."

Smack. "Four". Smack. "Five".

"If I were to shove the handle of this paddle into your cunt now, do you think you'll orgasm?"

"Yes, Master."

"Perhaps you should ask for permission now, because I may do it, right in front of this young man."

"Please, Master, let your slave cum."

"You may cum if something goes into your cunt, but not until then."

"Yes, sir."

Whack. "Six". Whack. "Seven".

"Young man, have you ever touched a woman's pussy?" I asked.

"No..no...no, sir."

"Touch this one. She wants you to. She'll cum if you touch her."

"Ma'am, is it all right if I touch you?"

"Please, sir, touch my cunt," Julia whimpered. "Make me cum."

"Use two fingers," I suggested. "Shove them in deep."

He came closer and slowly reached out with his fore and middle fingers. Julia was trembling, ready to explode. As soon as his hand touched her pussy, he pushed all the way in until the knuckles of his other fingers hit flesh. Julia moaned and released, her pussy clinging to his fingers like a vise. He left his fingers sit there, knuckle deep, enjoying her warmth, the wetness. He finally realized we hadn't said a peep and he didn't have to remain still and started fucking her with his fingers, sliding them in and out. Julia moaned again and started thrashing around on my lap, cumming harder. He kept going until I asked him to stop.

"She's very sensitive at the moment," I said. "You need to stop now."

He pulled his fingers out reluctantly. They were coated in her cum, practically dripping.

"If you put them in her mouth; she'll clean your fingers for you," I said.

"Is it all right if I lick them clean myself? I want to see what a woman tastes like."

I shrugged. "Be my guest."

He put both fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. "She tastes good."

"I agree. She tastes very good. Thank you for bringing our food and satisfying my slave." I gave her the final swat quickly. "Slave, show him out and give him a kiss before he leaves."

"Thank you, sir," he said, bowing slightly.

"You're welcome," I replied.

She stood up and escorted him to the door. She gave him a quick kiss before opening the door and letting him out. Julia came running back to me, kissing me frantically.

"I can't believe you let another man touch me like that," she whispered.

"You wanted me to, didn't you. I sensed how aroused you were at having him watch you be punished."

"Yes," she admitted. "I did want it."

"Because you're a sexy slave slut," I said. "I'm either going to end up punishing you all the time or I'll need to let you cum when you want. You're incorrigible. All he had to do was touch you and you climaxed."

"It was the build up beforehand, Master. Knowing I would have to answer the door naked, the spanking, showing him my punished bum, letting him touch it, the continued spanking with him looking on. I was helpless to respond in any other way."

"Go get our food. I'm going to feed you."

She jumped up and got the food from the table and brought it back. We sat on the floor and ate. I fed her. She opened her mouth like a baby bird and I forked food into it, taking bites of my own every other bite. When we finished eating, we cleaned up together.

I looked at my watch. Seven.

"I think it's time, slave."

"Yes, Master."

******

JULIA

I couldn't believe Master let another man touch me. He'd let women touch me before and let me service them, but this was the first time he'd let a man do it. Granted, he was young and a shy virgin, but still. I couldn't believe I'd cum so easily and so hard.

When Master said it was time, I knew what he meant. It was time to surrender my ass to him. I wasn't an anal virgin, but the first time hadn't been pleasant. Five years ago, we'd gotten drunk on our fifth anniversary and he talked me into anal sex. It was painful and not that exciting, at least for me. Now, we'd be doing it again. I hoped it would be better this time around.

"Go remove your plug and take a shower," Master said.

"Yes, sir."

I went into the bathroom, removed and washed my anal plug and got into the shower. I noticed I was getting hair on my mound again, so shaved everything. When I was clean and brushed my teeth, I went into the bedroom and Master had four ropes sitting on the bed and a large bolster pillow.

"Lie down on your stomach over the pillow. I'm going to tie you down."

I didn't speak, merely obeyed. He was my Master. The pillow was high enough it made my bottom stick up and out. He quietly fastened my arms and legs down so I was spread eagled on my stomach. I hoped this didn't mean he expected it to hurt or he would be rough with me, but only realized I responded well to being bound. It was part of what made my fantasies so arousing; I lost control of what was happening to me. Somehow, there could be no holding back, no failure to respond. Since I had no choice, I had to fully open myself to the experience, surrender fully without regard to social norms and propriety; to let go without boundaries.

"Are you comfortable?" Master asked.

"Yes, sir." Both comfortable and aroused. I expected he could see my pussy pouting at him, open and inviting, dewy, but Master wouldn't be using that part of my anatomy tonight. He'd done what he could to prepare me though, so hopefully, it wouldn't be as disappointing as the last time we'd tried.

Master got some lube before he climbed onto the bed, though he didn't use it immediately and I was worried he was going to try to penetrate me without. I worried needlessly. Instead, he began licking and kissing my buttocks, making love to them as he might my breasts. When his tongue dipped within my crack and licked my crinkled star, I jumped, though not far considering the ropes held me down. I felt uneasy when he started, that he would be licking me there, but I had taken an exhaustive shower and made sure I was as clean as I could be, so I allowed myself to melt as his tongue did wonderful things to the nerve endings surrounding my sphincter. It almost seemed the more he licked me, the less my ass clenched, almost as if I were inviting him in, and in a way, I was. I was pretty relaxed after awhile, loose and languid, and even more aroused. I definitely wanted something in me soon.

His mouth left me and he gently rubbed lubricant in and around the muscle, further relaxing me. He got over me and I expected him to find my anus and go into me, but instead, he found my cunt first, sliding deep inside, coating himself with me. He slowly fucked me until I had my first orgasm and was feeling no pain, no anxiety, no tenseness. He pulled out and a few more drops of lube was added to my star before I felt the head of his cock poised at my back door, nudging against me.

"Are you ready, slave?" Master asked.

I realized I'd tightened up again, clenching against the inevitable invasion. I forced myself to relax and said, "I'm ready, Master."

He slowly flexed his hips and I felt myself parting for him. The sense of fullness of the plugs, less wide, but never shrinking for the flange. He was slow and gentle, Finally, he was deeper than any plug and I could feel his balls dangling against my pussy. He was all the way in. There was no pain, a modest discomfort like I was constipated and couldn't force it out, but having my ass prepared by the plugs was a good plan.

For the longest time, Master just rested inside me, letting me grow accustomed to the fullness and the stretching. When he finally moved, I wanted him to move, to feel him move. Unhurriedly withdrawing, then pushing back in, just as slow. Unlike the first time, it did feel good.