I have flown out West to attend a conference, and I was again in the city where a former friend resided. A few years ago, when I was here , we had met for dinner, and she flirted outrageously; drinking way too much wine and giving tart answers to anything I said to her. The kind of woman who eggs you on in a prolonged tease. She’s always been a bold, assertive one who likes for men to give her what she wants, and it always needs to be on her terms.
I’ve seen that so much in women, I knew I could have her hogtied and gagged in minutes if I wanted, but that night, I let it pass—secure in the knowledge of the slut that resides in every woman, just waiting for the right man to release it in her. I could have her when I wanted her. Word of my travels must have gotten out on that slut circuit of my women, because last night I heard a knock on my hotel door and there she was, wearing a black satin trench coat, black stockings, spiked up high heels. She was leaning on the doorframe and swinging two bottles of wine. “Gonna invite me in?” she said in a girly voice. “Or do I have to go back home and drink these alone?” I stared at her, gave a curt nod, then stood aside as she made her way in. She had two wine glasses jutting out of each pocket of her coat, and she put those on the bureau with the bottles of drink. While her back was to me, I came up behind her, brushed her hair aside and bit her neck, while pulling her ass back into my rigid cock.
I could feel her lift up like she wanted me to fuck her through our clothes. I wrapped my hand around the front of her neck and spoke with my mouth pressed to her hair, “We do this by my rules tonight, slut. After all of these years, are you finally ready to obey me, you teasing cunt?” She started to speak and get into one of her lengthy explanations and I said, “Silence. You are only going to speak when I tell you to. You are going to obey every command I give you. Do you think you can do that? Do you have enough control over your own impulses to do this? Because if you fail…if you cannot obey me, you will not receive my cock. I am very serious about this. You. Will. Not. Receive. The. Cock.” Think before you open your mouth again. Understood?” She opened her mouth, impulsive as ever, stopped, then nodded. “Excellent,” I said.
I opened the wine and poured two glasses. I sipped. She downed hers very quickly, still the greedy little whore. As soon as she was done, I had her remove her trench coat. She had on a low cut black jersey dress with her tits shown off. “What are you wearing under that,” I asked. She started to speak, then paused again. “A bustier, lace topped hose and a thong.” "In the future, you should never wear a thong. Dom’s like to be able to fuck their sluts at a moment’s notice and your cunt must always be exposed and ready for me. There is another part of your body that I must always be able to access."
"Open your mouth." She did, but stuck her tongue out at me. "Slut? You are going to pay for that disobedience. I walked over and opened the top bureau drawer and went back over to her. "Open your mouth again, whore." She did and this time I inserted a black leather penis into her mouth, then got behind her to adjust the buckle and strap, binding it securely. She was screaming under the gag, but every time she screamed, it shoved the leather cock further into the back of her throat, so she would scream, stop, scream and stop. Very effective training.
"I haven't decided if you will receive my cock or not, whore, but in the meantime, that shape in your mouth will be a constant, nagging reminder of what you may receive...or may not. We shall see." I took her into the hotel bathroom and strung her up on the shower rod with my belt. I propped up on the bed, sipping my wine and glancing periodically into the bathroom. I could tell the strain of being strung up was taking it's toll, but it was good discipline for her.
My other sluts had been through far worse in their initial training, but then, they were natural born sluts and it came so easy to them. Their stillness under the rope was amazing. I went back to the bureau and laid out a few things, then went to retrieve the slut. She gasped as I lowered her down. I put a collar around her neck, and a leash, and led her back into the bedroom. Her heels were so high she could barely walk in them and was taking tiny steps which only made her throw her hips out more side to side.
I came up in front of her and looked down. I picked up a strand of her hair and ran it between my fingers and she tried to push into me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and said, "This will tease my cock nicely." She yanked back, but I pulled her back to me with a "Stand still, cunt." She stayed very, very still with her eyes growing large. "Lower your eyes." She did. I went behind her and pulled her arms around her back, palms and fingers facing outward. I pressed my rigid cock into her cupped hands and ran them up and down me.
She was moaning and trying to lean into me. Her hands squeezed at my cock, and I wanted to explode, but I checked myself. I learned some time ago the discipline of the orgasm and how much more powerful a contained orgasm could be. My own sluts went for years without orgasm. If it occurred during their dreaming time, that was beyond their control, but during waking hours, they knew to be in readiness of my cock. There were many times they still didn't have an orgasm, even when with me. They knew my orgasm was of paramount importance, and their role was to service me. Their orgasm came from me alone.
"I want you to go over to the bed and lie on it." She obeyed. I looked down at her. "Now spread out your legs and your arms." She moved quickly. "Very good, whore." I walked over to the bureau and got rope and scissors. "Have you ever been bound, you teasing slut?" She shook her head "no," and she was shaking. I bound her wrists to the bed, then her ankles, until I had a bound cum slut waiting to be fucked. "I am going to rape you tonight, you teasing slut. You know you've wanted this for a long time." She reared up and pulled at the ropes.
"Be still, whore. You know you have wanted my cock for years." She turned her head to the side. "And no false modesty from you, slut. Look at me. She looked deep into my eyes. I leaned down over her and ran the scissors along the side of her neck and she screamed again. "Oh yes. This will be pleasurable, indeed. Cutting off your clothes, bit by bit, exposing those big tits of yours, tits I will fuck with my cock. Clamping your nipples and torturing them. Perhaps I may set a vibrating dildo into that dripping cunt of yours and watch you cum while I pleasure myself. So many choices, and we have all night."
I’ve seen that so much in women, I knew I could have her hogtied and gagged in minutes if I wanted, but that night, I let it pass—secure in the knowledge of the slut that resides in every woman, just waiting for the right man to release it in her. I could have her when I wanted her. Word of my travels must have gotten out on that slut circuit of my women, because last night I heard a knock on my hotel door and there she was, wearing a black satin trench coat, black stockings, spiked up high heels. She was leaning on the doorframe and swinging two bottles of wine. “Gonna invite me in?” she said in a girly voice. “Or do I have to go back home and drink these alone?” I stared at her, gave a curt nod, then stood aside as she made her way in. She had two wine glasses jutting out of each pocket of her coat, and she put those on the bureau with the bottles of drink. While her back was to me, I came up behind her, brushed her hair aside and bit her neck, while pulling her ass back into my rigid cock.
I could feel her lift up like she wanted me to fuck her through our clothes. I wrapped my hand around the front of her neck and spoke with my mouth pressed to her hair, “We do this by my rules tonight, slut. After all of these years, are you finally ready to obey me, you teasing cunt?” She started to speak and get into one of her lengthy explanations and I said, “Silence. You are only going to speak when I tell you to. You are going to obey every command I give you. Do you think you can do that? Do you have enough control over your own impulses to do this? Because if you fail…if you cannot obey me, you will not receive my cock. I am very serious about this. You. Will. Not. Receive. The. Cock.” Think before you open your mouth again. Understood?” She opened her mouth, impulsive as ever, stopped, then nodded. “Excellent,” I said.
I opened the wine and poured two glasses. I sipped. She downed hers very quickly, still the greedy little whore. As soon as she was done, I had her remove her trench coat. She had on a low cut black jersey dress with her tits shown off. “What are you wearing under that,” I asked. She started to speak, then paused again. “A bustier, lace topped hose and a thong.” "In the future, you should never wear a thong. Dom’s like to be able to fuck their sluts at a moment’s notice and your cunt must always be exposed and ready for me. There is another part of your body that I must always be able to access."
"Open your mouth." She did, but stuck her tongue out at me. "Slut? You are going to pay for that disobedience. I walked over and opened the top bureau drawer and went back over to her. "Open your mouth again, whore." She did and this time I inserted a black leather penis into her mouth, then got behind her to adjust the buckle and strap, binding it securely. She was screaming under the gag, but every time she screamed, it shoved the leather cock further into the back of her throat, so she would scream, stop, scream and stop. Very effective training.
"I haven't decided if you will receive my cock or not, whore, but in the meantime, that shape in your mouth will be a constant, nagging reminder of what you may receive...or may not. We shall see." I took her into the hotel bathroom and strung her up on the shower rod with my belt. I propped up on the bed, sipping my wine and glancing periodically into the bathroom. I could tell the strain of being strung up was taking it's toll, but it was good discipline for her.
My other sluts had been through far worse in their initial training, but then, they were natural born sluts and it came so easy to them. Their stillness under the rope was amazing. I went back to the bureau and laid out a few things, then went to retrieve the slut. She gasped as I lowered her down. I put a collar around her neck, and a leash, and led her back into the bedroom. Her heels were so high she could barely walk in them and was taking tiny steps which only made her throw her hips out more side to side.
I came up in front of her and looked down. I picked up a strand of her hair and ran it between my fingers and she tried to push into me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and said, "This will tease my cock nicely." She yanked back, but I pulled her back to me with a "Stand still, cunt." She stayed very, very still with her eyes growing large. "Lower your eyes." She did. I went behind her and pulled her arms around her back, palms and fingers facing outward. I pressed my rigid cock into her cupped hands and ran them up and down me.
She was moaning and trying to lean into me. Her hands squeezed at my cock, and I wanted to explode, but I checked myself. I learned some time ago the discipline of the orgasm and how much more powerful a contained orgasm could be. My own sluts went for years without orgasm. If it occurred during their dreaming time, that was beyond their control, but during waking hours, they knew to be in readiness of my cock. There were many times they still didn't have an orgasm, even when with me. They knew my orgasm was of paramount importance, and their role was to service me. Their orgasm came from me alone.
"I want you to go over to the bed and lie on it." She obeyed. I looked down at her. "Now spread out your legs and your arms." She moved quickly. "Very good, whore." I walked over to the bureau and got rope and scissors. "Have you ever been bound, you teasing slut?" She shook her head "no," and she was shaking. I bound her wrists to the bed, then her ankles, until I had a bound cum slut waiting to be fucked. "I am going to rape you tonight, you teasing slut. You know you've wanted this for a long time." She reared up and pulled at the ropes.
"Be still, whore. You know you have wanted my cock for years." She turned her head to the side. "And no false modesty from you, slut. Look at me. She looked deep into my eyes. I leaned down over her and ran the scissors along the side of her neck and she screamed again. "Oh yes. This will be pleasurable, indeed. Cutting off your clothes, bit by bit, exposing those big tits of yours, tits I will fuck with my cock. Clamping your nipples and torturing them. Perhaps I may set a vibrating dildo into that dripping cunt of yours and watch you cum while I pleasure myself. So many choices, and we have all night."
I placed myself next to her on the bed, and I lowered her gag, easing the leather penis out of her mouth. I put my finger into her mouth. "Suck, bitch." She began sucking vigorously with a lot of pull. My cock tingled in response. "You want that cock, don't you whore?" She nodded, and I could hear her breathing becoming more rapid. I took the scissors and began cutting into her dress. "NO!" she screamed out. I pressed my face into hers and said nothing. I gave her a heavy gaze and she compressed her lips. I resumed cutting.
Soon her breasts were exposed under the ragged circles of missing cloth, and I ran the scissor tips across her nipples "OH!" she cried out. I shook my head "no," and she bit her lips. I reached over and got two clothes pins on the nightstand and I put them on her erect nipples. She was screaming under compressed lips. "Don't tell me Miss Sophisticate has never been clamped." She had tears in her eyes and shook her head no. I continued cutting and exposed her abodomen, running the scissors down her torso. Then I leaned in and bit each nipple. She cried out again, but I knew she loved it.
"Are you ready to be raped, slut? Raped in your mouth? Raped between your tits? Raped in your cunt?" "What would your little chat girlfriends think of you now? You know they are my sluts, don't you? No? Surely you've heard the talk and put it together. They are totally obedient to me. For years we have speculated when you would join them. She looked puzzled. One she knew of, but two, or three...or more? "I may just have to fly you back with me and put all of you in bed together and see what develops." Have you watch me fuck them. Have them watch me fuck you. What do you think of that?" She turned her head away again.
I lifted her head up and put a blindfold on her. "Learn to use your senses, whore." I got up and undressed, then lowered my naked body down on top of hers. She writhed up trying to shove her dripping cunt over my cock. I yanked back, teasing her with my rigid purple cock. I held it and ran it over her cunt lips. I took the cock and placed it near her mouth. She was constantly trying to get at it, but each time I would pull away, and I could sense her increased frustration.
"I think, for the moment, you are going to pleasure my cock and watch me cum. Have you ever seen a man cum?" She shook her head "no," and I believed her. She was used to controlling fucking, not the other way around. I removed her blindfold. I took some oil into the palm of my hand and massaged my cock, making noises of pleasure as I watched her twist within her ropes, trying to get at me. Precum formed on the tip of my cock, and I took my finger and gathered it to run across each nipple. I began stroking my cock and her eyes were glued to it. She could look at nothing else.
The boundaries of the room and it's confines had disappeared. It was a man and a bound cum slut on a bed. A Dominant and his submissive whore. A head of lush black hair, ready to be wrapped around my cock. Eyes boring into my cock, starved for it. Huge tits with hard nipples that I knew had to be agony under the wooden clamps of the pins, and her starved cunt wanting the cock inside her. She had wanted my cock for years. She would have it tonight, and then she would join the ranks of her cum slut sisters.
Soon her breasts were exposed under the ragged circles of missing cloth, and I ran the scissor tips across her nipples "OH!" she cried out. I shook my head "no," and she bit her lips. I reached over and got two clothes pins on the nightstand and I put them on her erect nipples. She was screaming under compressed lips. "Don't tell me Miss Sophisticate has never been clamped." She had tears in her eyes and shook her head no. I continued cutting and exposed her abodomen, running the scissors down her torso. Then I leaned in and bit each nipple. She cried out again, but I knew she loved it.
"Are you ready to be raped, slut? Raped in your mouth? Raped between your tits? Raped in your cunt?" "What would your little chat girlfriends think of you now? You know they are my sluts, don't you? No? Surely you've heard the talk and put it together. They are totally obedient to me. For years we have speculated when you would join them. She looked puzzled. One she knew of, but two, or three...or more? "I may just have to fly you back with me and put all of you in bed together and see what develops." Have you watch me fuck them. Have them watch me fuck you. What do you think of that?" She turned her head away again.
I lifted her head up and put a blindfold on her. "Learn to use your senses, whore." I got up and undressed, then lowered my naked body down on top of hers. She writhed up trying to shove her dripping cunt over my cock. I yanked back, teasing her with my rigid purple cock. I held it and ran it over her cunt lips. I took the cock and placed it near her mouth. She was constantly trying to get at it, but each time I would pull away, and I could sense her increased frustration.
"I think, for the moment, you are going to pleasure my cock and watch me cum. Have you ever seen a man cum?" She shook her head "no," and I believed her. She was used to controlling fucking, not the other way around. I removed her blindfold. I took some oil into the palm of my hand and massaged my cock, making noises of pleasure as I watched her twist within her ropes, trying to get at me. Precum formed on the tip of my cock, and I took my finger and gathered it to run across each nipple. I began stroking my cock and her eyes were glued to it. She could look at nothing else.
The boundaries of the room and it's confines had disappeared. It was a man and a bound cum slut on a bed. A Dominant and his submissive whore. A head of lush black hair, ready to be wrapped around my cock. Eyes boring into my cock, starved for it. Huge tits with hard nipples that I knew had to be agony under the wooden clamps of the pins, and her starved cunt wanting the cock inside her. She had wanted my cock for years. She would have it tonight, and then she would join the ranks of her cum slut sisters.
