Chapter 1: PSF Introduces Me to Mr M

Remember PSF, my pretty straight friend who I went to Phuket with. I somehow managed to persuade her to let me into her pants. And even persuaded her to go down on me, straight girls are usually intimidated by that. She got her own back by pretty much setting me up so that I had little option but to fuck an Australian guy since she invited him back to our room and we were sharing a bed, as you may recall. Not that I was reluctant, just a little scared as it was my first cock. I was what PSF called a PIVV, penis-in-vagina-virgin.

Anyway, I was meeting PSF for a beer one evening. I hadn’t seen her for months. I guessed she was in a relationship, which is usually the reason when she sort-of vanishes for an extended period.

“So how is it?” PSF said as I put a pitcher of beer on the table along with two glasses.

“How is what?”

“What we always end up talking about. Sex. How’s your sex life?”

“It’s a pretty short conversation in my case. I’ve not had any since the last time we went for a beer together.”

“Wow. We need to get you some action.”

I laughed. “Totally. So how is yours?”

“It’s wild.”

“Gosh, really? I want to know all the details.”

“I knew you would. I have to start by going back a bit. I have this friend that you don’t know. She is married. But she has a guilty secret. She is really into bondage and stuff, loves being totally submissive. But her husband isn’t interested in any of that, he’s a very white-bread, missionary position on Saturday night type of guy.”

“So I’m guessing she has been a naughty girl.”

PSF laughed. “Indeed. So one night she is looking for something on Craigslist and on the spur of the moment she looks to see if there is a bondage section. There are all sorts of ads from people wanting others to play with: masters looking for slaves, people wanting to be spanked or whipped and so on. She is stunned and a bit frightened as she reads some of them.”

“Did she reply?”

“At first she didn’t do anything. I don’t think she really had any intention of actually following through on the idea. She just wanted to keep being a slave as a fantasy. When she…you know.”

“Masturbates. You are allowed to say it. I’ve even watched you do it.”

“Anyway, for a few weeks whenever she was on the computer she would look at those pages. It became a sort of obsession. Instead of sneakily watching porn or reading erotic stories, she’d read the ads. Then one day she saw an ad. It said something about a master looking for first-time submissive girls. Full slave training. Or something like that. And before she could talk herself out of it she replied.”

“Gosh. That was brave.”

“They met at a coffee shop in public the first time. He didn’t tell her his real name, he said she should call him Mr M. I guess the M is for master. So she started seeing him.”

“What did he do to her?”

“Everything. She loved it. She saw him for about 6 months and then…catastrophe. Somehow she got caught when a friend of her husband spotted her with Mr M and she had to confess everything. Of course she couldn’t see Mr M any more either.”

“That must suck for her.”

“She is totally frustrated. She really misses it. Mr M wasn’t happy either and told her that it was her job to find a new slave.”

“I wonder who that might turn out to be,” I said with a smile.

“Yes. She sort of recruited me. At first I wasn’t interested, I’ve never done anything like that. Never mind the slave stuff, I’ve never had sex that is pre-planned in that sort of way. She showed me photographs of him. Actually photographs of the two of them. His cock in her mouth. Them fucking. That sort of thing. Personal porn. Very hardcore. Well, eventually I got intrigued, not to mention turned-on, and in a moment of weakness I agreed to meet Mr M. But my friend told me you can’t just meet him, he has to decide that you are acceptable first.”

“How do you do that?”

“You need to send him a portfolio of naked photographs.”

“So you did it?”

“Yes. I set up the camera and took half a dozen very explicit photographs on the timer. It was a surprising turn-on to do it, especially the photos that showed my…between my legs. Then I sent them to the email address my friend gave me.”

“You should have copied me too,” I said laughing.

“You’ve already seen everything.”

“I know. But not recently unfortunately.”

“He replied the next day and said I looked tasty. Then he asked me if I was ready to be totally obedient.”

“Gosh. Giving up control completely.”

“Yes. I took a big gulp and said I was. And so he ordered me to come over.”

“For sex? Or just to see if you wanted to go further?

“I just jumped in at the deep end and went the whole way. I know it seems dangerous to just go and meet a stranger and take my clothes off and let him fuck me, but he came endorsed by my married friend so it was really pretty safe. And she knew I was going there. Besides, I’d just said I was ready to be totally obedient and he’d just ordered me to visit. I didn’t have much choice.”

“So what happened?”

“I arrive at his apartment. He is sitting in a chair in the living room completely naked. He is a big man, an Indian, not just tall but muscular too. I’m not that big so he is pretty scary, knowing what…well, knowing he’s going to fuck me and probably not be gentle. I’m feeling really self-conscious just standing there with him looking me up and down. He already knows what I look like naked from the photos, of course. ‘Strip’ he says. In a moment I’m standing there completely naked in front of him. I’m half-terrified but also totally aroused, dripping. I’ve never done anything like that, without really having a way out. He makes me lie on the floor and spread my legs and show him…you know…everything.”

“Gosh, it’s like you’re an actress in a porno.”

“Yes. Then he makes me touch myself. He has a video camera and he films me so it is even more like being an actress in a porno.”

“Are you still shaved?”

“Yes. He’d have made me shave anyway, he told me. Slaves don’t deserve any modesty. By then his cock is hard from my naked body and watching me masturbate.”

“Well it was quite a turn-on for me watching you in Thailand.”

“Thanks. But you don’t get to see it in Singapore remember. That’s my rule.”

“Actually you said unless there was a threesome. You’d let me play with your body in a threesome. You should have invited me over too.”

She laughed. Then she paused. “Actually that’s a great idea! Do it.”

“What? I wasn’t being serious.”

“I am. Mr M told me he wants me to find another slave. Two slaves are twice as much fun. You’d love it too.”

“I don’t know. I’ve only had sex with a guy that one time. And I’m usually the dominant one, not the submissive one.”

“That makes it even more intense. Being completely submissive is a commitment, and it is an even stronger commitment when you are normally the master not the slave. You have to come with me. Plus you can guess what Mr M is going to make me do.”

“What?”

“I’m sure he’ll make me lick you. Men love to watch girls doing each other. Especially straight girls being forced to do it.”

“Well, that would be a nice treat, I admit. So tell me more. Does he tie you up?”

“Sometimes. Oh, I should tell you something that you might find a deal-breaker.”

“What’s that?”

“He insists on all his slaves taking it in the ass.”

“I thought you didn’t do anal.”

“I don’t. I’ve always refused. But after he’d had me lie on my back and show him my pussy, he ordered me to roll onto my front and reach back and spread my cheeks. Since I’d promised to be obedient, I just did it. I felt really vulnerable. I’ve never been fucked in the ass and it seemed odd that Mr M wanted to start there. Remember, he’d not so much as touched my pussy yet, just had a really good look at it.”

“What was it like?”

“It was extremely intense. Much more so than when I lost my virginity, which was sore enough. His cock is thick and assholes are small and tight. It hurt like hell when he first went in. I think he likes it to be painful, to make the girl cry. But it is quite an experience. Once your body gets used to it and starts to relax a bit then the pain goes away. It is incredibly erotic. Taboo and exciting and different. Now I look forward to him doing me in the ass, even knowing I can barely take it when he first enters. It is almost unbearable, right on the limit of what I can take. So are you going to come?”

“What do I have to do?”

“We need some naked photos of you.”

“Not surprisingly I don’t have any just lying around.”

“Let’s go and take some. In the bathroom. I’ve got my phone.”

To my surprise, PSF enthusiastically grabbed my hand and almost pulled me off to the bathroom. The moment the door was locked she started to unbutton my blouse and took it off, before she undid my bra. It felt erotic feeling her fingers on the button to my pants and feel the zipper sliding down. Soon everything was around my ankles and I was naked. It had been a long time since a girl had undressed me.

I was even more surprised when PSF reached out, ran her fingers through my pubes and then followed my body around until her hand was between my legs.

“I haven’t touched another girl since Phuket,” she said quietly as her finger curled up and nestled in the entrance to my vagina. I could feel the excitement flood into my pussy. She moved her finger up between my lips until she found the little point of my clit. I let out a little moan as she gently started to rub me.

“I’d love to make you cum,” she said, “but we don’t really have time for that.”

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and took the first picture, of her hand caressing my pussy. She took more photos, of my breasts, my body from the front and side. She made me spread my legs and part my labia and took a close-up of my pussy. She made me bend over and hold my cheeks wide apart so she could take one of my asshole, knowing Mr M’s predilections. I felt exposed enough just doing that for the camera, never mind the thought of a cock forcing its way in there. Assholes don’t play a big part in lesbian sex. In my experience, at least.

I pulled my clothes back on and we went back up to the bar, looking as innocent as we could. I hadn’t really decided if I was going to do it but PSF fiddled with her phone and sent the pictures off to Mr M, so I was at least partially committed.

“You need to shave tonight,” she said. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Besides, if I’m going to be ordered to lick you I’d rather you were all smooth and inviting.”

I felt a little rush of pleasure between my legs at the thought of PSF licking my shaved pussy.

We went and got a taxi home. She grabbed my hand, something she’d never done before.

“It’s going to be great,” she said.

I wasn’t so sure.

Chapter 2: I Meet Mr M

I expected that my first trip to meet Mr M would be a threesome with PSF. But he summoned me and when I called PSF she said she hadn’t been ordered to be there. So it looked like I would have to meet Mr M alone.

I was extremely self-conscious on the metro making my way over there. He’d ordered me not to wear a bra. I have large breasts so that is really obvious and I’d never gone out like that before in my life. Maybe to the mailbox was as far as I’d ever gone without a bra since puberty. I’d also been ordered to wear a white shirt, which meant that not only was it obvious that my breasts were unrestrained, it was easy to make out my dark nipples through the translucent material.

I rang his doorbell and I heard a voice shout for me to enter. As PSF had told me to expect, he was sitting in a chair completely naked. There was a video camera on a tripod. I have no idea if it was on. Even though I’d seen photos I wasn’t prepared for how big he was. I don’t mean his cock, I’ve not seen enough to know. But he was tall and very muscular, probably in his mid-40s, of Indian ethnicity. If he was going to be rough with me, then it was going to be very rough.

In front of him was a rug. I guessed he had had it made especially for him in India. The background was dark blue but it showed a life-sized Indian girl laying on the floor with her legs spread wide, her brown pussy explicitly on view. Somehow I suspected it would not be long before I’d be lying on that rug and it would be my similar colored pussy that would be explicitly on view.

“Take off your shirt,” Mr M said.

I peeled off my top and released my breasts. I felt my nipples harden. Perhaps it was his unrelenting inspection or perhaps just the cooler air.

“Very nice,” he said. As I watched his cock seemed to expand a little. It was definitely harder than when I’d arrived. It was already intimidatingly large and it was nowhere near erect.

“Now your pants.”

I unbuttoned my pants, undid the zipper and slipped them off. I’d worn a plain pair of white panties even though I knew they would only last a few seconds. He nodded to me. I slipped the waistband of my panties over my hips and let them fall. I’d never felt so naked. Not only had I never stood naked like a soldier on parade, being inspected by her commanding officer, but since puberty the slit of my sex had always been camouflaged by the triangle of black pubes. After I’d shaved in the shower the night before I’d looked in the mirror. I was hairless like a little girl, but I have puffy inner labia that are really obvious unless I keep my thighs tightly squeezed together. Since I’d never shaved before it was a fresh view of myself even to me.

I kicked my panties away. It took all my willpower not to cover my pussy with my hand. As I watched his cock seemed to lengthen a little bit more. In a way it was a compliment, he found my body sexy, but it was also scary to think what he was going to do with it. PSF had already told me that he doesn’t like to be gentle.

“Show it to me,” he said. It took me a moment before I realized he wanted me on the rug, lying on the woven girl’s body, spreading my legs like she did. I slowly lowered myself onto the rug and lay back. At least it was thick and surprisingly comfortable. Which was more than I could say for how I felt as I slowly spread my thighs like a girl in a men’s magazine. I felt his gaze on my labia, felt them react and engorge a little. Despite lying there submissively offering my body for his scrutiny, my body was also reacting. I knew my pussy was already moist. It had a mind of its own.

“Slave-one said you’ve only been fucked once.”

It took me a moment to realize that Slave-one must be his name for PSF.

“Yes.”

“’Yes Mr M,’ you must say if you want to avoid punishment.”

“Yes Mr M.”

“I shall enjoy being the second, Slave-two.”

So we were further depersonalized, just given numbers, just bodies to be used by him. His cock was now hard. Instead of lying limply against his leg it now pointed up. He reached down and slowly stroked himself. Even from where I lay on the floor some distance away it looked huge. Much bigger than Cooper’s, the Australian I’d fucked in Thailand with PSF. It looked different too. The color was different for a start, with his brown Indian skin. Cooper’s knob had been pink but Mr M’s was brown. Also I suddenly realized he was uncircumsized unlike Cooper. As he stroked himself, his foreskin rolled back and forth over the head of his cock. It was almost hypnotic, I couldn’t keep my eyes off it.

“Turn over,” he said.

PSF had warned me of this, that he might want to start by taking me in my ass. He had fucked her there before he took advantage of her tight little pussy. I rolled over and lay on the rug on my front. To my surprise there was a TV in that direction showing the camera. So I could see myself lying there on the rug.

“Spread your cheeks.”

I reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks wide. It was an angle of my body that I’d never seen of course. But I looked at the TV and could see the tight little starburst of my asshole clearly visible, like a little brown eye winking at him.

I saw that he had got up out of his chair. Once he was close to me, his body blocked the camera and I could no longer see my body. I let out a little squeal of surprise when a finger suddenly jabbed into my ass. At least it was lubricated. It felt weird since no girlfriend had ever fingered me there. He sort of finger-fucked me for a moment.

“Ouch,” I cried as he pushed a second finger in alongside the first.

“I’m afraid I like to be forceful,” Mr M said. “Feel free to cry out. Scream even. I like to hear a slave really submit.”

I was terrified, as you can imagine. His huge cock was about to drill into my ass, and he wanted it to be so painful that I would be crying. He was going to dominate me completely. I was his slave, just an asshole to pleasure his cock.

He pulled his fingers out of me. I felt something against my asshole again. I presumed it was his cock. I did everything I could to relax, but it was pretty much impossible. I pulled my cheeks wider apart, maybe it would make my hole bigger and it would go in more easily.

It all happened in a blur. He rammed his cock forward hard. My asshole spasmed with pain. I screamed out involuntarily despite trying to grit my teeth together.

“Oh slave-two you are so nice and tight.”

He was working his cock back and forth. When he pulled back it wasn’t too bad but then he pushed forward mercilessly. Each time I cried out. My eyes were tearing up. Why had I agreed with PSF to even visit Mr M? With my girlfriends I was always the one in control, bending them to my will. In Phuket with Cooper I suppose PSF was in control, I was dancing to her tune. But this was totally different. Mr M didn’t care about my pleasure. If anything he preferred me to experience no pleasure, only pain. Total submission meant letting him do whatever he wanted to my body whether I enjoyed it or not.

All of a sudden I felt his cock slip deeper into me. I guess he’d reamed me open wide enough to get his knob inside me. It started to be less painful, more of a dull throb than an acute spasm. I had never been so submissive, lying face down holding my ass open while a stranger thrust his thick cock into my virgin tightest hole.

And then it happened. Out of nowhere I realized I was going to cum. I was still crying out from the pain, tears running down my face. How could my body be enjoying it? My cries turned to cries of pleasure and my tears to tears of joy as I felt the familiar feelings of ecstasy as my body throbbed with my orgasm. My asshole felt like it was trying to squeeze his cock out, it contracted so strongly.

After that my asshole relaxed. He started to fuck me. Hard and rough. But my body no longer put up any resistance and his thick rod started to move more freely in and out of my ass. It still felt weird but I suppose that is part of the point of anal sex. Unnatural. On the limit of what a girl can take. Not something that they ever taught you in high school sex ed.

I looked up at the TV. It was odd to see Mr M’s ass thrusting back and forth. I could see my legs between his but his body blocked everything else so I couldn’t see what I would have liked—his cock pumping in my asshole.

He pulled out of me. I knew what he would want me to do without his asking. PSF hadn’t wanted to tell me but I guessed anyway. I turned around and knelt in front of where he stood and took his cock into my mouth, the cock that seconds before had been in my rectum. He grabbed my hair and roughly fucked my mouth, forcing his cockhead into the back of my throat and making me gag. He grunted and I felt his cock jerking and I knew he was blasting thick gobs of cum onto my tongue.

He pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself. I watched his foreskin going back and forth like before, but this time at close range. The next spurts went onto my face and all over my breasts as I knelt there meekly. Finally he stopped squirting and let go of himself. I leaned forward and softly licked his cock clean as it gradually started to subside to a less terrifying size.

He walked over to the dresser. He picked up a small silver chain with a locket on it. He showed me the inside of the locket. It was a tiny photo of him sitting naked in his chair, with an enormous erection. Mr M. My master. I suddenly realized that PSF was wearing a similar chain last time we met although I didn’t think anything of it at the time, just a piece of jewelry. He closed the locket and I noticed it had a ‘2’ on the front. I don’t remember but now I’d bet that PSF’s had had a ‘1’ on. He did up the clasp on the chain and it snapped shut with a sound of finality. I had a feeling that it didn’t come off. I was his. Wearing his chain of slavery.

He bent down and kissed me. His tongue found mine. It was surprisingly tender after having had my anal virginity so cruelly ripped from me. I felt my pussy quivering with pleasure as our tongues intertwined. PSF had been right: being totally submissive was a total turn-on, especially for someone who usually was not.

“Next time,” he said, “wear a skirt. And no panties. I will have your yoni, slave-two.”

I had seen that word in erotic stories. An Indian word, or maybe Sanskrit. Yoni was the female sex, my vagina. Lingam was the male sex, his cock. His lingam would be in my yoni next time. To my own surprise I couldn’t wait. I would need to buy a skirt. I wasn’t the kind of lesbian who ever wore one, I am too butch. I hadn’t worn a skirt in years. But for Mr M I would. After all, I was pretty certain he was going to fuck me in it. That’s quite an incentive program, even for me.

“Dress.”

“Yes, Mr M.”

I wanted to clean up. I still had his cum drying on me. But I sensed that I would be punished if I even asked. The last humiliation of the day would be walking to the metro station with his cum on my face and breasts, until I could get to a bathroom and wash it off, along with my still bra-less breasts advertising my wantonness to anyone who saw me.

Chapter 3: Mr M Has My Yoni

Next time I met PSF I realized I had guessed correctly. She had a little chain around her neck with a locket on it. On the front of the locket was a ‘1’. We were both owned by Mr M, playthings for him to do with as he wished.

She came with me to buy a skirt. Straight girls are so much better than lesbians about knowing what clothes are at just the right level of sexiness. Lesbians don’t have anti-slut defense and don’t feel the need to dress slutty nor the inhibition not to. After all, that is just dressing for men’s approval or disapproval. But with Mr M I wanted to dress in a way he’d like, so PSF was my advisor.

We went to the mall and picked a few skirts that seemed at least plausible and then took them into the changing room. For lesbians changing rooms are very special. Private, two girls can go in, plenty of space, mirrors. So places to have sexual fun. PSF says she wishes she could take a guy in to advise her on her clothes. I’m not sure how much she just means it and how much she means she wishes she had a place to have sex provided for free in every mall in the world.

“That would be great,” PSF said when I tried on a way-too-short skirt. “We’d need to get you some sexy underwear too.”

“I’m not allowed panties. At least next time. And I’m guessing forever.”

“Really. He’s never made me go in a skirt with no underwear.”

“Probably because he realizes I don’t own a skirt so it is more special. You go to clubs in little tight miniskirts all the time. Presumably with panties.”

She laughed. “Like I go to clubs all the time. With my friends who can afford five hundred dollar bottles of premium vodka.”

“Or meet a guy who will share his five hundred dollar bottle of vodka if you let him get his hand in your panties.”

“OK, that has been known to happen but not a lot lately.”

“So what sort of panties do you wear for evenings like that?”

“Thongs. G-strings. Anything that…you know…doesn’t get in the way too much. Don’t lesbians do that?”

“Sometimes. I had a girl, just a fling not a real girlfriend, who wore a short miniskirt to a club and sat on my legs so my hand could slip up out of sight. She had panties but…well, as you say, they didn’t get in the way too much. I touched her pussy. In public. It was incredibly exciting.”

“Ooh, tell me more.”

“I was sitting down. She was sitting on my legs straddling me. I slipped my hand up her skirt and stroked her thigh. She sat there happily so I went higher. I touched her panties. They were damp. I rubbed her. She did her best to look innocent but I could sense how turned-on she was. I pushed her panties to one side and touched her directly. She was shaved. The first shaved pussy I’d encountered. I was thrilled. She was soaking wet. I pushed a finger into her.”

“Gosh, you are turning me on. What happened then?”

I laughed. “Nothing. A friend of mine came over. So I pulled my finger out of her and did my best to look like nothing was happening.”

“Did you get her into bed?”

“Yeah. I stayed the night with her. But she was one-way.”

“One-way?”

“She liked to be done. Undressed. Fingered. Licked. But she didn’t like to do anything. I had to undress myself and even then she wouldn’t touch me. I was so disappointed.”

PSF laughed. “So I’m ahead of her on your list then.”

“Absolutely. You may be straight but you are braver than many lesbians when it comes to giving as good as you get.”

“I’m looking forward to when we go to Mr M together.”

“Why?”

“Because he’ll make me do you in some way.”

“You could do me now if you want.”

“I know. And I know you want me to. But…I don’t know…I’m straight so I don’t really crave it. But if I’m forced to…that will be hot.”

“Being forced is just plain hot. I’d never have let a random guy fuck my ass. But when Mr M forced his way into me I couldn’t help but love it.”

“Gosh yes. I’d always told boyfriends my asshole was off-limits. I guess that just made it more extreme when he insisted on using it.”

Eventually we picked a skirt that was short but not so short that I’d be petrified to wear it with no panties. But short enough Mr M could easily slide it up to my waist if he wanted access to my…my yoni.

It was a few days later that Mr M summoned me into his presence. No bra, just a skirt and no panties. I already felt half-naked before I got there. It was as if everyone could tell I was wearing no panties or could see up my skirt, even though realistically I knew they could not. After all, it was very rare to catch even a glimpse of another woman’s panties under a skirt. But that didn’t stop my pussy quivering with delicious anticipation as I sat on the metro.

I walked in. Just as before he was sitting naked in his chair.

“Take off your top.”

I unbuttoned the blouse I’d picked for that day and took it off. Off course I wasn’t wearing a bra as ordered. It seemed unlikely that I’d ever wear a bra with Mr M.

“Are you wearing panties?” he asked.

“No.”

“No Mr M. Before you leave you will be punished. Don’t forget again.”

“No Mr M,” I said meekly.

“Show me.”

I pulled up the front of my skirt and showed him my bare pussy. It didn’t feel quite as odd as being naked in front of him the first time.

“Masturbate for me.”

“Standing here, Mr M?”

“Start there. Then lie down on the girl on the rug. I want a good look at your lovely yoni.”

I moved my feet apart. I bent my knees a little and rolled my hips so he had a better view of my pussy lips. Or my yoni as I started to try to think of it as. With one hand I opened it up. I licked a finger of the other hand and then slowly started to stroke my clit. Mr M seemed to like what he was seeing since I could see his cock starting to lengthen again. His lingam. I was feeling rather self-conscious. PSF was the only person I’d masturbated for before, and she was doing herself at the same time so I had something arousing to watch.

I let my finger slip around the curve of my body and slide into my vagina, deep in my yoni. I was surprised how wet I was already. I started to finger-fuck myself. I don’t actually masturbate like that but just rubbing my clit seemed like it wouldn’t look that interesting. I had no idea if the camera was on or not but I behaved as if it was.

I lay down on the girl on the rug, pulled my skirt up around my waist, and spread my legs wide. I pulled my knees up towards my breasts so that my puss…yoni was totally exposed. He could probably see my asshole too. Again I opened myself up with one hand and started to rub my clit and finger my opening for him.

I wasn’t sure if I would be able to cum masturbating in front of a stranger. Funny to call him a stranger when he’d fucked my ass already, but I didn’t exactly know him despite promising to be obedient and wearing his chain of ownership around my neck.

I lay there for a few minutes, stroking my yoni, fingering myself. I even slipped a finger into my asshole at one point, I guessed he’d like to see that since he seems to have a special attraction to assholes. His cock was getting big and hard so I seemed to be doing fine. Like the time before, once his cock was hard he started to stroke himself.

“Turn around,” Mr M suddenly said. “Present like a bitch on heat.”

I moved around so my ass was pointing towards him and got on all fours, my breasts swaying underneath my chest. I moved my legs apart. From that angle I could see the TV again. My yoni was framed between my thighs, all swollen and hungry. He came up behind me, his lingam huge and hard.

When I’d had sex that first time with Cooper I was on my back. So I’d never been taken from behind. I felt his cockhead nuzzling against my labia. Then he thrust forward and buried his cock in me in one huge thrust. I squealed. Just in surprise since I wasn’t expecting it. Cooper had been gentler and wasn’t so big. I could feel Mr M’s belly against my ass. My pussy, my yoni, felt completely full. He grabbed my hips and started to thrust in and out of me. He would pull my hips back hard each time he thrust his cock forward and filled my cunt again. Then he’d push my hips away and pull out of me so just the tip of his cock was still nestled in my opening. And then he would vigorously thrust forward again.

Of course it felt totally different from being fucked on my back. I don’t know if it was the angle or the size of Mr M’s cock, but he seemed to go twice as deep inside me. All the way to the end of my vagina. So on the rug I finally had a second cock in my pussy, Mr M’s lingam in my yoni.

I felt his thumb at my asshole. I yelped when, without any warning, he forcefully pushed it into me. Now instead of controlling me by holding my hips he directed me by pushing and pulling my asshole back and forth with his thumb.

I wanted relief. I don’t know if I was meant to ask permission, but I reached underneath my body and started to rub my clit. It only took a moment, between the cock hammering in and out of me, and my finger touching my clit in just the way I knew my body loved. My orgasm burned inside me. It felt like my whole body was glowing. I often cum silently but this time I let out a long moan as the feelings of ecstasy flooded my body. It felt very different orgasming with a big cock inside me instead of my pussy being empty or perhaps with just a fingertip in the entrance.

Suddenly he grunted. He pulled out of me. I looked up at the TV and saw him stroking his lingam, once again I was fascinated by the way his foreskin rolled back and forth over his cockhead. Suddenly it pulsed and spurted white jets onto my back. I couldn’t believe how long it went on as he pumped himself empty. I could see his cum on the TV and feel its warmth as he criss-crossed my back with it. And not just my back, but all over my skirt.

He got up and went and sat back down in his chair. I wasn’t really sure what I was meant to do. I couldn’t exactly lie on my back since it would cover his rug in cum so I stood up and faced him. I let my skirt fall back down.

“Keep it up,” he said sternly. “When you are here you have no privacy. Your sex is mine to gaze at whenever I want. If you cover it up you will be punished.”

“Yes Mr M,” I said as I pulled my skirt back up and tucked it into the waistband. I felt his eyes on my slit.

“Bring me that strap.” He pointed to the wall where a leather strap hung from a hook. It was about the width and length of my arm with a handle at one end. I had no idea what it was for but I had a suspicion that my ass was going to find out. I went and got the strap and handed it to him.

“Stand on the feet,” he said.

I hadn’t noticed them before, but the rug with the naked girl also had two feet woven into it. I placed my feet on top of the woven feet.

“Bend over and hold your ankles.”

I bent right over leaving my ass sticking out. Obviously I felt very vulnerable and I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to enjoy my punishment. He moved behind me.

“I’ll only give you two strokes today,” he said. “For forgetting to call me Mr M. In future it will be five for each offense.”

I felt the leather strap against my ass as if he was taking aim, which I suppose he was. Then it went away. I glanced up at the TV. That was a mistake. I could see that he had lifted the strap high. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he brought the strap down hard and fast. I heard the sound as the leather contacted the skin of my ass. Seeing it on the TV like that it was as if it was happening to a different person. But only for a split-second. Then my ass lit up in an explosion of pain. I cried out, I couldn’t help myself. The pain gradually turned to a sort of warm glow all over my ass, throbbing and still sore but bearable. I had no idea how I would ever survive five strokes like that.

Mr M seemed to know just how long to leave it so that the full effect of the first stroke ran its course before he gave me the second. I felt the leather against my ass again. This time I couldn’t bear to look at the TV. I shut my eyes. I heard the whoosh as the strap cut through the air and then the crack as it came down on my ass. Again I cried out as my ass flared up with pain. I couldn’t think, my whole mind was focused on the cheeks of my poor defenseless ass and the stinging sensations there. Gradually the intensity went and once again I could feel my ass glowing. I was sure it must be red as a tomato. I certainly wouldn’t be forgetting to call him Mr M any time soon.

“Dress,” he said.

I picked up my blouse off the floor, the only item of clothing that I’d actually taken off, and buttoned it up. I untucked my skirt and let it fall. I walked out with my ass still burning from the strap, my breasts swaying indecently under my blouse and in a cum-stained skirt. And with the vulnerability that comes from the lack of panties.

Chapter 4: PSF Comes Too

Mr M summoned me again. I texted PSF and it turned out she had been ordered over too.

“i’m only allowed one item of clothing,” she texted back.

“me too. what are u going to wear?”

“a dress i suppose”

“i’ve never seen u in a dress”

“lol. what will u wear?”

“overalls”

“haha. very butch”

We agreed to meet in a café near Mr M’s apartment. PSF was in a very short mini-dress. Given that I knew she wasn’t wearing any panties it was very daring. Of course, I wasn’t wearing any panties either but then I was in a pair of dark green overalls that pretty much covered everything, although the way the seam between my legs cut into my pussy I was very conscious of how little I had on.

A short while later we were standing side by side on Mr M’s obscene rug. He was sitting in his chair naked inspecting us. We looked like a lesbian couple, I realized. Me, butch in my overalls and PSF looking pretty and sexy in her miniskirt dress.

“Slave-one.”

“Yes, Mr M,” PSF replied.

“Take off your dress.”

She gathered the skirts up and pulled the dress off over her head and stood there naked. In addition to having such a pretty face she really did have a nice figure too. It was the first time since Thailand that I’d seen her naked. Her cute breasts, smaller than mine but very firm. The shaved slit at the base of her belly that hid all those wonderful folds I was looking forward to playing with.

“Kiss slave-two. And undress her. And caress each other.”

I felt my pussy flutter with anticipation that PSF and I were going to sort of make out with each other. She came and stood in front of me. She put her arms around me and pressed her mouth against mine. I pushed my tongue forward and felt another flutter in my pussy when I touched her tongue. I felt her fingers on the buttons down the front of my overalls. Once she had a few buttons undone, she slipped her hand inside. As we continued to kiss she stroked one of my breasts. I reached up and slid my hand onto her breast too, taking her hard little nipple between finger and thumb. She let out a little moan of pleasure.

PSF undid the remaining buttons on my overalls. She pushed them off my shoulders and down over my waist until the puddled around my ankles. I stepped out of them, now completely naked too. We put our arms around each other and cuddled, our breasts pushed together. I let my hands slide down her back onto her ass cheeks and pulled her against me. She moved her feet apart a little and I pushed my leg between hers and rubbed it against her pussy. She moaned again. She lifted up one of her legs and pressed it against my pussy. I let out a little sigh of pleasure.

I glanced over. Mr M was rock hard. We were obviously putting on a good show. I don’t know how much PSF was enjoying it, being straight, but I was loving it. We stood there swaying for a bit, rubbing our pussies against each other’s legs as our kisses got more and more passionate.

“Slave-two.”

“Yes, Mr M,” I said.

“Lie on the rug.”

He didn’t give any details of what he wanted but I lay down on the girl on the rug and spread my legs wide like her. Mr M’s gaze immediately went to my pussy as usual.

“Slave-one, make her cum.”

PSF moved so she was between my legs, her ass and her pussy presented to Mr M. I made eye-contact with her as she moved her mouth down to my pussy and I felt the lips of her mouth against the lips of my pussy. And then her tongue, creeping out and exploring, seeking the unmistakable feel of the tiny nugget of hardness that was my clit.

“Yes,” I sighed when the tip of her tongue found it.

I felt one of her fingers between my labia, slipping up and down and feeling for the opening to my cunt. Since most of my girlfriends were one-way, it is a feeling that I’ve not experienced as much as you would expect. It felt amazing when finally her finger pushed into my warm, wet depths. She moved her finger back and forth inside me while her tongue continued to dance on my clit. As if they had a will of their own, my hips started to rock back and forth a little so I was sort of fucking her mouth.

I looked down. It is very special to gaze into the eyes of a girl as she licks you. It is just so intimate. Especially when it is your straight friend who doesn’t really even want to be there between your legs but loves being forced to do it anyway. And if she is going to do it, she is going to do it with complete commitment.

“I’m close,” I said quietly.

PSF started to finger-fuck me much faster and her tongue attacked my clit hard.

“I’m cumming,” I cried, mostly for Mr M’s benefit, as I felt my arousal reach the climax. “Oh, don’t stop,” I moaned to PSF as those lovely spasms of joy radiated out from her tongue and finger to fill my whole body with warmth. “Yes, yes, yes,” I wailed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

PSF pulled her finger out of me but she very gently caressed my clit with her tongue as I came down from my orgasm, the two of us gazing into each other’s eyes, my eyes thanking her for her generosity, her eyes proud at her achievement.

“Very nice,” said Mr M. He was stroking his cock hypnotically again.

“Slave-two,” Mr M said.

“Yes, Mr M,” I replied, careful not to make the mistake of omitting his name. It had taken a couple of days last time for my ass to stop reminding me of my punishment each time I sat down.

He picked up a strap-on cock with a harness and held it out to me. It was huge, as big as his own cock. I felt my pussy tremble a little with anticipation at the thought that I was going to fuck PSF. I stepped into the harness and did it up around my waist. It looked incongruous, a huge cock sticking out from my body where usually all I could see was the start of my slit.

Without being told, PSF was lying on the girl on the rug with her legs spread. As Mr M had said, slaves aren’t allowed any modesty, not even the modesty of keeping their legs together.

I moved between her outspread thighs. I’d never used a strap-on before so I wasn’t really sure how best to get it in. But PSF had got her share of cocks in I knew, so I assumed she had a good idea.

“Guide me,” I said quietly. She reached down and grabbed the plastic cock. I let her pull me forward as she steered the head of the cock between her lips until the molded cockhead was just engaged in her entrance.

“Push a little,” she said. She let the cock slide through her fingers a little as I pushed my hips forward and watched her body suck it in. I was surprised how hard I had to push but then again I wasn’t really sure how ready she was, it wasn’t as if I’d done anything to warm her up. Her lips opened out like a ring around the plastic knob.

“Back and forth,” she said.

I pulled out a little and then pushed forward again, working a little more of the cock into her tight pussy. Gradually her body relaxed and welcomed the entire cock and the harness was pressed against her pussy lips.

“Now fuck me like you are a guy.”

I started to thrust in and out of her. It was surprising how easily the cock moved now that she was all wet and excited. Of course my pussy was all wet and excited just because I was fucking PSF. She pulled her knees up higher so that the cock went even deeper into her. It was a thrill just to watch the plastic penis piston in and out of her pussy. PSF was obviously enjoying it too, moaning and sighing with pleasure. I was really getting into it when suddenly Mr M spoke.

“Slave-two.”

“Yes, Mr M,” I said.

“Pull out.”

I was disappointed but obviously I did as I was told.

“Slave-one.”

“Yes, Mr M,” PSF said.

“Roll onto your front and spread your cheeks.”

“Yes, Mr M.”

“Slave-two, fuck her in the ass.”

“Yes, Mr M.”

If I hadn’t really had much idea how to get the cock into PSF’s pussy, I had even less idea how to work it into her asshole. She was already lying on her front on the rug with her cheeks spread wide. I could see her asshole, a little tight brown asterisk. It looked impossible that the cock had any chance of fitting in.

I positioned the point of the cockhead on the little pucker. PSF was shaking slightly, worried about the intense sensations she was about to experience. I pushed about as hard as I dared. She grunted but in fact the cock barely penetrated her ass at all. I would need to push a lot harder to get it in. I thrust my hips forward harder. She groaned and her asshole distended a bit more to let the cockhead go deeper.

Suddenly I felt Mr M behind me. His cock was at my pussy and then he was deep inside me with a single violent thrust. He pulled almost out of me. Then he thrust forward extremely hard. He didn’t stop though. Even though his cock was completely in my cunt he continued to push forward hard, moving my hips forward and forcing the plastic cock into PSF’s ass. She screamed as the plastic cockhead vanished completely inside her asshole. He pulled back and thrust forward hard again, pressing my hips further forward and driving the plastic rod deeper into PSF’s ass. She was whimpering as the dildo gradually was hammered into her rectum like a long nail. Although I couldn’t see, I knew she had tears running down her face. It had seemed impossible, but the tight tiny brown pucker had indeed stretched enough to admit the whole cock.

I started to fuck her ass. When I moved my hips back, Mr M’s cock would slide into me. When I thrust forward, I’d move my pussy off his cock and at the same time push the plastic cock into my friend’s ass. She was moaning now, her body was clearly relaxed enough that she could enjoy the feelings, the painful intensity of being penetrated forgotten. I was moaning too, a combination of the excitement of being fucked by Mr M and fucking my pretty friend. I almost wished I had a real cock. As it was a huge thrill to fuck a girl with a dildo, it must be so much better when the cock has feelings too.

Mr M pulled out of me. He moved around and stood with one foot on either side of PSF’s body and masturbated his cock. It spurted, spraying my face and her ass with his cum. As he continued to stroke himself, more warm jets of cum shot onto my face and dripped onto her ass. He went and sat down.

“Clean each other up,” he said.

I pulled the cock out of PSF’s ass and slipped the harness off. She lay there limply on the rug. I bent down and licked the cum off her ass cheeks. Then she got on her knees, bent forward and licked the cum off my face. I was surprised when she suddenly kissed me. We both knelt their on the rug, our arms around each other, our tongues playing together, as we knew we were coming to the end of the most intense shared experience we could have. I reached between her legs and touched her. She was sopping wet. I found her clit and started to circle a finger there. She’d given me a lovely orgasm earlier so now it was my turn. It didn’t take long. Suddenly she held me really tight and I could feel her whole body go tense and then she started to shiver as her climax flooded her body with blissful delight. I continued to kiss her and finger her as she gradually softened and went limp in my arms.

“Dress,” Mr M said. Our day was over.

PSF wriggled into her mini-dress as I pulled on my overalls and did up the buttons. At least this time my clothes were not all covered in cum. My last surprise of the day was when she held my hand as we left the apartment.

Chapter 5: Blindfolded

Next time I was summoned to Mr M’s apartment, PSF told me she hadn’t got the call. It looked like I would be alone again. I wondered what he would have in store for me this time.

When I arrived he had me strip naked as usual. It was starting to feel almost natural to lie on his rug with my legs spread wide, giving him an unrestricted view of my pussy.

“Come here,” he ordered.

I got up off the rug and stood in front of him.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back. A good slave just needs her mouth.”

He picked up a pair of handcuffs and I felt them around my wrists and heard the click.

“Suck me.”

His cock had been in my mouth a couple of times for me to lick him clean but I’d never really sucked him. I had just a little experience sucking Cooper’s cock in Phuket when PSF pushed me down onto him on the beach. I knelt between Mr M’s legs and I lowered my mouth and started by just kissing his cock. He was still only semi-hard. I didn’t really know exactly what I was meant to do but if it was anything like having your pussy licked, pretty much anything felt good and if someone was really skilled then it was just a nice bonus.

I used my lips to push his foreskin back and then ran my tongue around the ridge of his knob. He started to get longer and harder and as he did so I took more of him into my mouth. It was much more difficult without having a hand around his shaft to guide him and having my hands cuffed behind my back wasn’t exactly comfortable.

I started to bob my head up and down on his cock, using my lips and my tongue to stimulate him. As I got a bit braver I let his cockhead start to go all the way to the back of my throat. He felt completely hard by then.

“Put this on,” he said. He was holding a blindfold. He pulled it over my head and positioned it so it covered my eyes completely. With my hands behind my back and the blindfold my whole concentration was focused on my mouth. Somehow the sensory deprivation made everything more acute, as if I could feel every tiny ridge of his cock as it slipped back and forth over my tongue. I discovered that if I concentrated hard on not gagging I could take his cock all the way into my throat so my mouth was almost pressed against his body. It really felt like I was fucking him with my mouth.

My pussy was all hot and aroused and I’d have loved to be able to touch myself as I sucked him. I squeezed my thighs together tightly, which was the limit to stimulation given that I had no hands available. That at least drove little waves of pleasure into my cunt. I knew it must be very wet.

I felt his hands on my head. He interlaced his fingers into my hair so that he could steer my head just how he wanted. He started to push and pull my head up and down fast, driving his cock deeper into my throat. It was not comfortable at all but with my mouth almost completely full of his cock I couldn’t even cry out.

I could sense from Mr M’s breathing that I had him close to cumming. I presumed he had no intention of telling me when he was going to cum, he’d want the pleasure of surprising me by blasting into my mouth unexpectedly and probably punishing me if I spilled any.

He pushed my head down hard and held it there with his cock in my throat. I couldn’t breathe. After a moment he pulled his cock completely out of my mouth. I gasped for air and then he roughly slammed his cock back into my mouth all the way into my throat. It was intense. His cock was so big. Not just long but thick too, painfully so when he forced himself down my throat.

He pulled back so his cockhead was resting on my tongue. His cock twitched and I tasted his cum. He held my head and thrust his cock back and forth as it jerked and jerked and my mouth filled with his seed. Finally his cock was still and I swallowed my mouthful.

After he had cum, I assumed he would undo the handcuffs and take off the blindfold but instead he pulled me to my feet and had me stand on the rug and made me put my feet wide apart so that my pussy was unprotected between my thighs.

“You will remain silent,” Mr M said.

I stood there motionless in my private darkness for a few minutes. Then I heard voices and sensed that some other people had come into the room.

“So this is your new slave,” a man’s voice said. Even without being able to see I knew that my naked body was being inspected.

“Yes. She’s a lesbian would you believe,” Mr M said.

“Maybe you should get her to do me then,” a woman’s voice said. “She should be good.”

“Nice big boobs. Can I feel them?” the man said.

“Of course. She is a slave. You can do whatever you want.”

A hand started to stroke the underside of one of my breasts. A thumb flicked over the nipple a few times, immediately making it hard.

“I like the way you make them all shave,” the woman’s voice said. “It means that everything is so much more visible.”

“Yes. And it makes them feel more exposed. More naked. I like that,” said Mr M.

“Nicer when you lick them too,” she said.

“Would you like a little taste,” Mr M said.

“Like an aperitif. Of course.”

A moment later I felt little kisses on my mound. I assumed it was the woman. The tip of her tongue found the top of my slit. She slipped it up and down my slit, gradually going further around my body and, at the same time, gradually pushing deeper into the furrow.

“She tastes nice,” the woman said lifting her head for a moment.

The tongue returned. The hand on my breast, which had to be the man’s, started to pinch my nipples harder, almost painfully.

I rolled my hips forward a little to give her more access. Somehow I wanted to get the tip of her tongue inside me, in my cunt. But she sensed this and teased me by not granting that wish, just using the tip of her tongue to lick up and down my labia without giving me the treat of a touch on my clitoris or entering my opening. She clearly had had lots of practice at how to treat a pussy, how to create desire by promising but not quite delivering relief. Despite myself I started to sigh with pleasure. I wasn’t sure whether that was against the rules, having been ordered to remain silent. The tongue in my pussy and the fingers on my nipples were having their usual effects. And with the blindfold and the handcuffs everything was extra-intense. I started to relax and enjoy the feelings of arousal that spiraled through my body. Suddenly it all stopped and the tongue went away again. I got the sense that the woman had stood up.

I felt a hand on one of my ass cheeks. I guessed it was the woman but wasn’t sure. She slipped a finger into my ass-crack until it was pressed on the rough pucker of my asshole.

“Does she take it in the ass?” she said.

“I insist all my slaves do. Even if they don’t want to. Actually, especially if they don’t want to.”

“A lesbian who takes it in the ass. She is a special slave.”

“Does she take it in both holes?” the man’s voice said.

“She never has. But she is a slave. We can do that if you like.”

“That would be hot to watch,” the woman said. “I’ve never seen that in real life, only in pornos.”

“OK, let’s do it,” said Mr M. “But I do her ass. I don’t allow my slaves to let anyone else use my favorite entrance.”

I felt someone, presumably the other man, move between my legs. I guessed he was on his back on the rug underneath me. I felt a finger push into my pussy.

“She’s nice and wet already,” the woman said, wiggling her finger inside me. “But quite tight. I’ll bet she’s not had many cocks. Or even dildos.”

“Squat down,” said Mr M, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing down.

I lowered my body until I was sitting on the man’s body and my pussy was pressed against his hard cock. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I slid my pussy lips back and forth on his cock a few times to lubricate him. Then I moved just a little bit further forward. I changed the angle of my hips and as I moved back his cockhead engaged my entrance. I slowly pushed back and his cock, much smaller than Mr M’s, slipped into the warm depths of my cunt. His hands grabbed my breasts as I started to fuck him.

I felt a hand on my head, I wasn’t sure whose. But that mystery was solved almost immediately when the hand pulled my head forward and a pussy was pressed against my mouth. What with the blindfold and my hands still cuffed behind my back it was hard to lick the woman and fuck the man and keep my balance.

I pushed my tongue into the woman’s cunt and fucked her with my tongue in time with moving my hips back and forth on the hard cock between my thighs.

“Mmm,” she sighed as she kept my mouth firmly against her pussy.

“OK, let’s try this,” I heard Mr M say.

“No wait,” the woman said, letting go of my head and moving away. “I want to watch it go in.”

“You could hold her cheeks apart even.”

I was pushed forward. The man beneath me supported my body since I couldn’t use my arms. I felt hands on one of my ass cheeks pulling me open. I knew my asshole was completely exposed.

“It looks so tiny,” the woman said, fingering my asshole and pressing just the tip into the tight ring of muscle. “And you are big. It is amazing it goes in at all.”

I felt Mr M’s cock against my asshole. I gritted my teeth knowing what was to come. Suddenly he thrust forward. I squealed as I felt my asshole fight back. Mr M’s hands were on my hips to give him leverage as he pushed hard. I cried out as gradually he managed to force his knob into me. If anything it was worse than the first time given that I also had a cock already in my pussy. I started panting, trying to relieve the pressure.

“I’ll finger her, maybe that’ll help,” the woman said. I felt her arm between my body and the man underneath me. She immediately found my clit and started to circle there. Mr M’s moved his cock back and forth gradually working himself deeper and deeper inside me. The woman seemed to know just how my clit liked to be touched and in no time at all I was moaning and sighing with pleasure even as my ass continued to throb, still not accustomed to the assault.

It was intense. Both guys were fucking my two holes and the woman was fingering my clit. I could feel an imminent orgasm, feel my body winding up ready to explode. The woman could feel it too and she started to rub me faster to take me over the top. I let out a long grunt and my body sort of jerked as I started to cum. The woman rubbed me hard and my body was pulsing with ecstasy. My cunt and my asshole pulsated and felt like they were squeezing the two cocks like a tube of toothpaste.

“Good girl,” the woman said as the last little twinges of my orgasm died away. She moved her finger from my clit.

“What is it you make your slaves call you? Mr M, isn’t it,” the woman said. “Then cum in my mouth Mr M like I’m one of your slaves. Use me for your pleasure.”

I felt Mr M’s cock pull out of my ass. I could hear the woman sucking him, could sense Mr M was close to cumming. In the meantime I started to fuck the man between my legs harder and faster. He was starting to moan too and I assumed he wouldn’t last long.

The man underneath me pushed me up off his cock and then lowered me and pushed me down towards his cock. I started to fuck him with my mouth and tongue and a moment later his cock twitched and he spurted into my mouth. I couldn’t see it but I could hear the unmistakable sound of Mr M cumming nearby, presumably in the woman’s mouth.

I lay there on the rug for a few minutes. Mr M rolled me onto my front and undid the cuffs around my wrists. Then he pulled off the blindfold. The man and the woman had left. I would never have any idea who they were, how old they were, how pretty they were. I had just been a slave for them to use for their pleasure. And I’d loved it, it had been my pleasure too.

“Dress,” said Mr M.

Chapter 6: Punishing PSF

The next visit to Mr M was once again with PSF. Moments after we arrived we were both naked, lying on the rug with our legs spread wide offering our pussies to Mr M for inspection. We watched his cock harden a little in approval.

“Today,” said Mr M, “one of you will give pleasure…and one of you will give pain.”

Mr M got up out of his chair. When his cock was half-hard like that it swung like a pendulum when he walked and I found it hard to keep my eyes off it. He picked up a coin.

“Heads and slave-one gives slave-two pleasure and tails the other way around.”

It was heads. It took me a moment to realize that I would be the one to give pain rather than receive it, not just the one to receive pleasure rather than give it. I didn’t want to give PSF pain, of course, but that seemed a lot better than the alternative. Mr M picked up a long bamboo cane.

“Hold the arms of that chair and lower your head onto the seat,” Mr M said to PSF. In that position she was bent over with her ass exposed.

“Move your feet apart more,” he continued. PSF did as ordered. My eyes were immediately drawn to her pussy, of course, her fleshy lips squeezed between her thighs. Her body was suntanned and her ass was much paler, of course. Innocent, defenseless.

Mr M passed me the cane. I was surprised how heavy it was. This was going to hurt.

“Here are the rules. You have to cane slave-one. You have to do it as hard as you can. If I think you are deliberately being gentle then the stroke doesn’t count and you will have to give your friend another one.”

He turned to talk to PSF. “If you bend your knees, that stroke doesn’t count. If you lift your head from the chair, the stroke doesn’t count. If you reaches back and touch your ass with your hands, the stroke doesn’t count. That’s it. You can cry out as much as you like. I realize you will be in tears by the end.”

I assumed PSF was terrified. I would have been if we had been the other way around. I found it hard to imagine how painful the bamboo would be on her bare ass. I couldn’t even go easy on her, she’d just end up with more strokes and that would make it worse. I knew she’d get extra strokes anyway. She’d never be able to keep her knees from collapsing or avoid instinctively reaching back to protect her ass. The pain would be too great.

“6 strokes,” said Mr M. “Six of the best.”

I held the bamboo cane against PSF’s ass. I wondered if any part of her ass was less sensitive, if there was somewhere I should focus on to show a little mercy, but I think it is all much the same. I lifted the cane up high above my head. It made a terrifying swoosh through the air as I brought it down. The thwack as it ended its trajectory on her ass was amazingly loud. A split second later she howled. After a few seconds the paleness of her ass was marked by a thick red line where the cane had landed. She was whimpering. But she had managed to keep her legs straight and avoid leaping up and rubbing her cheeks so at least the stroke seemed to have counted.

I took aim again, a little lower this time, trying to avoid the exact place I already hit. I lifted the cane high and brought it down hard. I wanted to try and be softer but I knew Mr M was watching like a hawk and any attempt at being gentle would only result in extra strokes and so would be counter productive. Once again a whoosh and a crack and a scream. I felt sorry for PSF but my sorrow was tempered by being thankful it wasn’t my ass. The leather strap had been painful enough but the bamboo cane looked much more brutal.

I glanced over at Mr M. He was rock hard. He clearly loved inflicting pain on his slaves. What was it he had said? He loves to watch a slave truly submit. Well PSF was certainly doing that, bent over whimpering on the chair. I knew that her ass must be burning and I was pretty sure tears were running freely although I couldn’t see her face.

I aimed the cane again and brought it down firmly. It went a little low, across the tops of her thighs. I don’t know if it hit her pussy too. I hoped not, that would be really cruel. But she leapt up. She didn’t scream this time, it was as if her body was too tense to let out a sound. Then she started to cry. She slowly bent over and put her head back on the chair, knowing that no matter how painful that last stroke had been that it didn’t count. There were still four to go.

I so wanted to bend down and caress her ass, hopefully relieve a little of the pain. No, let’s be honest, I really wanted to bend down and lick her pretty little pussy and hopefully distract her from the pain.

As if he had read my mind Mr M said, “Give her a little lick.”

I squatted down behind PSF, put my arms around her legs and gently kissed the red welts on her ass. I hoped it would act as a sort of lotion. I pushed my tongue into the slot of her sex. Gradually her whimpers of pain turned into something a bit closer to sighs of pleasure as I worked my tongue around inside her entrance and up and down the length of her lips. She squirmed around, pushing her pussy back against my face as if she couldn’t get enough of it.

“Another stroke,” Mr M said.

Reluctantly I pulled my tongue out of PSF’s pussy and picked up the cane again. I aimed and brought it down hard, but not as hard as before. I was relieved when Mr M didn’t tell me off and make me redo the stroke. She still squealed with pain on the impact and a new red weal appeared.

I gave her another stroke quickly. At least that way the pain of one stroke sort of blurred into the next rather than letting each stroke peak to its maximum pain level and die away before inflicting the next. She was sobbing again. Again I aimed and gave her another quick stroke. Her ass was now a grid of red marks with some of them starting to turn blue-black where the strokes had overlapped.

“My turn,” said Mr M.

He moved behind PSF, grabbed her hips and pushed his hard cock into her. She groaned in either surprise or discomfort, I wasn’t sure which. He started to fuck her roughly. I think her ass was just too sore and each time he entered her and his belly pressed against her ass she let out a little yelp. Or maybe it was that he has a huge cock and her pussy was certainly not well-prepared for the assault.

He fucked her for several minutes. Just as when I’d licked her, her tears of pain dried up and she started to show signs of enjoyment again as her body got more aroused and the cock inside her body at the very least distracted her from the throbbing of her ass. Finally Mr M pulled out. He stood there stroking his cock as he waited for me to finish my task.

It was the last stroke of the six, or seven since one of them had not counted. I prayed that PSF could manage not to break any rules on this stroke so that I would not have to inflict any more pain on her.

I raised the cane and for what I hoped was the final time I brought it down on my friend’s unprotected ass. She screamed and cried and for about 10 seconds she managed to hold her head on the seat and keep her legs straight. And then she collapsed onto the floor on her front, her ass not longer pale and virginal, but two angry orbs hatched with red and blue and black lines from the vicious caning I’d had to administer. She lay there softly crying for a time.

I was worried Mr M was going to declare she had not stayed in position. I wrapped my mouth over his cock to distract him and started to enthusiastically tongue him. If I could make him cum I knew there was no way he would insist that I needed to give PSF yet another stroke. To my surprise he sounded already close to cumming, he must have been really turned on by watching PSF forced to take her unmerited punishment. I wrapped my fist around his shaft and started to pump him as my mouth worked on his cockhead.

Suddenly he groaned. He pulled out of my mouth and stood over where PSF lay on the floor crying. He pumped his cock and thick white ropes of cum squirted from it all over her body, a final humiliation from him to go with everything she had received from me. Finally he sat back down in the once-again vacant chair with PSF at his feet.

I lay down beside her and licked her body clean. It was the least I could do as some sort of redemption for the agonies I’d been responsible for earlier. I was especially careful licking the cum off her ass since I knew how tender it must be. I wanted to roll her onto her back and tongue her to orgasm but I knew her behind was too raw to contact the rug so I contented myself with being affectionate rather than passionate.

“Now it is your turn to give pleasure,” Mr M said to PSF. He passed her a vibrator. It was one of those rabbit ones with a penis-shaped part that goes inside and then a second little vibrator shaped like a rabbit with ears that stimulate the girl’s clit. Or in this case, my clit. I’d seen pictures but never used one but PSF took hold of it as if it was a weapon that she was completely familiar with.

I lay down on the naked woman on the rug, with my legs spread giving Mr M a grandstand view. PSF got up and lay face down on top of me. She kissed me gently and gradually our kissing got more and more passionate. She picked up the vibrator and licked the end to give it a little lubrication. Then she worked her way down my body, being careful to protect her ass from contact with anything, until she was between my legs. I felt the point of the vibrator probing between my pussy lips. Once she got just the end inside me she turned it on. You may find it hard to believe but I’d never actually used a vibrator before. I practically hit the ceiling when she turned it on since it was just so stimulating compared to a finger or a cock. She slowly fucked the vibrator into me, pulling it out and pushing it in a little deeper, never forcing it too hard, letting my body relax and my pussy lubricate.

I was moaning and sighing and practically out of control. Basically I’d never been so stimulated. I was about to cum already. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, “It’s too much.” It wasn’t a big orgasm, one of those that makes you think you are going to pass out, but I don’t think she’d even got the vibrator completely inside yet.

After the first small orgasm, PSF just left the vibrator buried deep inside my cunt, buzzing away. I could feel that it wouldn’t take all that long before I would have a second orgasm. But I’d forgotten about the rabbit itself. She flicked another switch and the rabbit ears pressed against my clit started to buzz too.

It was just too much to take. I screamed out with undiluted pleasure as my body was almost instantly wracked with the spasms of another orgasm. My body froze for a moment and then I was shaking. She was holding the vibrator and fucking me so that the penis moved inside and the rabbit ears moved against my clit. My body had never felt anything like it, it was like drinking whisky after only having tried beer. My orgasm just seemed to go on and on, I could barely breathe it was so intense.

I assumed she’d turn the vibrator off after that but she did not. She continued to fuck me, to vibrate me or whatever the word is. I’d never had three orgasms in a day before, let alone in a row but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold another one off even if I wanted to, which of course I did not. “Oh my god,” I squealed as I felt another climax. It was as if I was on a roller coaster except that each hill, instead of being a little lower than the last was a little higher. I was panting, unable to get enough oxygen, unable to talk or even think. “Nngh,” I sort of grunted as I started to cum yet again. I just lay limp on the rug as my body ulsed with undiluted pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever been so relieved when I felt PSF flick the switch and turn the vibrators off. “Oh my god,” I sighed, “who knew?”

PSF moved back up my body and lay on top of me again. “Thank you,” I whispered. “That was incredible.” She kissed me again and we lay there in each other’s arms for a few mintes.

“Dress,” Mr M said, his regular instruction dismissing us.

It was easy for me to pull my clothes on but PSF clearly had to be careful pulling her jeans back on again her ass was so delicate. She would not be sitting down on the metro on the way back home.

Chapter 7: Party

When PSF and I arrived at Mr M’s the next time, the room was different. The erotic rug with the spread naked girl was no longer on the floor, just a plain rug. There was a table, glasses, alcohol. It seemed a party would take place.

Mr M was sitting in his chair but he was dressed, a silk shirt and tight pants that did a good job of showing off is body.

“There are your clothes,” he said, pointing to a coffee table. There were two short Indian jackets and two pairs of black thigh-high stockings. And nothing else. Without really thinking twice, PSF and I took off our street clothes, pulled on the stockings and did up the jackets. The stockings covered up most of our legs and the jackets covered our bodies. But in between nothing was covered at all. Our asses were uncovered and from the front there was no modesty at all, nothing to hide the cleft of our sexes. Anyone’s eyes would automatically be drawn to those little shaven slits, just as Mr M intended.

Gradually the apartment filled up with about a dozen men and women. They were all smartly dressed and somehow the more people arrived the more naked and exposed I felt. I had no idea how PSF felt, since it was forbidden for us to talk to each other. In fact we were only to speak to guests if questioned. Nobody bothered to hide that they were looking at our bodies. I saw men and woman inspecting PSF’s ass, still with the partially faded stripes from her caning.

PSF and my jobs were to serve the guests drinks. As the level of alcohol increased the noise in the room increased too. I had a feeling of anticipation fluttering in my stomach since I was sure that Mr M had something more in mind that just having us walk around with our pussies on show.

And he did. He rolled a table covered in a blanket into the room. He pulled the blanket off revealing a huge mirror. He rarely used many words to us, just brief orders he expected to be followed instantly and fully.

“Sixty nine,” he said.

PSF got onto the mirror and lay down on her back. I moved so my sex was above her mouth. She spread her legs for me and I lowered my head towards her delicious pussy. I glanced up. All the smartly dressed men and women, wine-glasses or beers in their hands, were crowded round the table. With the mirror they could see from all angles. I wasn’t sure whether to concentrate on stimulating PSF or putting on a show. Or even whether they were different.

I used my fingers to open up PSF’s pussy so I could see the pink juicy interior. I ran the tip of my tongue up and down her labia. I felt her body shiver a little with excitement. I could feel her tongue on my pussy. Having licked me a few times now she was less clumsy than that first time in Phuket. Although I have to say I do love the special feeling of a straight girl licking my pussy for the first time in her life, her wish to please you fighting with her disbelief that she is doing such a thing. But now she knew how to focus on my clit, how to circle the end of her tongue in my opening, how hard to lick. I moaned, partially to encourage PSF and partially because we had an audience. I pushed my tongue deep inside PSF’s vagina and circled it around. She let out a little whimper of pleasure.

The respectably-dressed people in the audience were talking about us as if they were watching two animals in the zoo, and as if we couldn’t hear what they said.

“She’s really got her tongue in there,” a man said.

“The one on top really knows what she is doing,” another man said. “I bet she is bi.”

“Mmm, yes. I wouldn’t mind letting her get my panties off,” a woman replied.

“She’ll do you now if I tell her,” Mr M’s voice said.

“Maybe. Let’s watch them orgasm first.”

“Can we see their breasts?” a man asked.

“Of course,” said Mr M. Then, obviously to us, he just said, “Breasts.”

I sat up, pressing my pussy hard onto PSF’s mouth, and undid the buttons on my jacket and took it off. Now I was naked except for the thigh-high stockings. I reached down and undid the buttons on PSF’s jacket and opened it out. She couldn’t take it off completely without my getting off her but at least this way everyone got to see her breasts.

I bent back down, conscious of my now bare breasts resting on PSF’s stomach, her own breasts pressed against mine. I buried my tongue in her pussy again. I found her clit and started to lick her hard and fast. Her body was trembling a little bit, as she did when she got close to orgasm. The very tip of my tongue circled her clit, nudging it from each side without being too rough, as I knew worked for her body. I pushed a finger inside her. She was soaking wet, of course, all slick and slippery as my finger started to fuck her.

Her body went tense. I knew she was just about to come. I stroked her insides with my finger and finally attacked her clit hard. Her body shook underneath me and she let out a few grunts as her body glowed with pleasure.

“The one on the bottom just came,” a woman said.

“Really?” said a man. “My wife almost screams with joy when she cums.”

“That’s because it happens so rarely,” a woman said laughing.

I sat up and started to stroke my breasts and rub my nipples. I pushed my pussy down so PSF’s tongue went deep inside me. I couldn’t stop myself letting out a long moan.

“She has nice nipples,” one of the women said beside me.

“Nicer than yours?” said Mr M.

“Don’t be rude. Just because you want to see.”

I could barely hear what people were saying around me. My own climax was close and I was lost in a world of my own, my whole mind focused on the wonderful feelings that PSF’s tongue was generating in my pussy. I concentrated on my impending orgasm. It was like cycling up a steep hill. I was panting with exertion. I pinched my nipples. Hard. It took me over the top and I was freewheeling down the other side, sighing and moaning as my body filled with lovely little tightenings and my pussy swamped with sap.

“That looked fun,” I heard a man say.

“Oh gosh, yes,” a woman replied. “I don’t think I could cum in front of a crowd of us quite so uninhibitedly.”

“I’m going to do them now,” Mr M said.

He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.

“Wow, you have quite the body,” one of the women said. She reached out and ran a hand over his chest. “Nice six pack.”

Mr M unbuttoned his pants and took them off. He hadn’t bothered with underwear. His familiar cock came into view, semi-hard, swinging.

“Ooh,” said another woman, “you are big. I’m glad you are not going to stick that thing in me.”

“Slave-two,” he said.

I got off the table. He didn’t need to tell me what to do. I knelt submissively in front of him with my hands clasped behind my back and took his cock in my mouth. With my lips and my tongue I started to work on his cock, feeling it grow longer and thicker.

“He really is big,” said one of the men.

“I guess that means he is bigger than you,” another man said.

The first man laughed nervously. “I guess that was a bit of a giveaway.”

Mr M pulled out of my mouth and walked over to the mirrored table. He pulled PSF towards him so her ass was right on the edge of the table. He pushed her knees back and out so that her pussy was completely accessible.

You could feel the tension in the audience. Everyone was holding his or her breath intently focused on watching Mr M’s huge cock penetrate PSF’s tight little pussy. Mr M’s cock nudged PSF’s labia aside as just the cockhead vanished inside. Everyone sighed. I glanced around. I could see that the men were all hard. I guessed the women were all wet too. Mr M pushed forward slowly. Everyone held their breath again as they watched the thick shaft slowly slip inside my friend’s cunt. Well, except for PSF, she was panting either in excitement or discomfort, I had no idea which. It seemed impossible it would all fit, and more and more unlikely the deeper he went. Only when Mr M’s belly was pressed up against PSF’s body did anyone let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh my,” said a woman as Mr M started to fuck PSF. Nobody could tear their eyes away from where his cock thrust back and forth, where her pussy was stretched into a circle around his rod.

I had no idea if this was going to turn into some sort of orgy or whether the guests were expected to remain dressed, the contrast with what was taking place on the mirrored table even more extreme for it.

Mr M pulled out of PSF. Without being asked I knelt back down and took him in my mouth to keep him hard. Meanwhile PSF slid off the table, turned around and then bent back over the table, pressing her breasts onto the mirror and spreading her legs.

I moved to one side, stood up and spread my friend’s ass cheeks, exposing the little chocolate colored pucker. Again, everyone watching seemed to hold their breath. Mr M positioned his cockhead on its target. He pushed forward. PSF was trapped between his cock and the edge of the table so there was no escape and cock distended her asshole almost large enough to admit his knob. She cried out. Even though PSF now loved anal sex it was still right on the edge of what she could take, especially the rough way Mr M liked to enter us and make us submit.

Mr M pulled back a little and then thrust forward again. A little more of his cock vanished into PSF’s ass. I slipped under the table, moved between her legs and started to lick her clit. I knew it would make things more enjoyable. I could see Mr M’s cock gradually working its way in as my tongue danced on her clit.

Mr M started to fuck her. The crowd around us almost let out a sigh of relief that he was finally inside, although they remained silent. Nobody said anything as he fucked her harder and faster. PSF was moaning now, enjoying both the cock in her ass and my tongue exploring all her juicy folds.

Mr M never lasted long in an ass. Assholes are tight and Mr M especially loves to drill a girl there. He pulled out of PSF. I moved forward a little, out from between her legs. He thrust into my mouth hard, roughly pushing his cockhead into the back of my throat. He started to fuck me, almost violently. I was gagging and gasping and could barely breathe but I knew it would only last a moment.

He pulled out of my mouth and stood there. I reached up and grabbed his cock and stroked him fast. His cock jerked and a rope of white cum shot across PSF’s ass and up her back. Everyone in the audience gasped. His cock spurted again, a little less strongly, and another line of cum landed on PSF’s ass. He directed his cock downwards and the next few spurts went over me, my face, my hair, my breasts. The audience giggled a little nervously.

Suddenly Mr M slid his cock back into PSF’s pussy. She squealed in surprise since he had never done that before. Our audience started to murmur to each other as Mr M finished himself off deep in her cunt. Finally he pulled out of her.

First I licked his cock clean of his cum and her juices. Then I stood up and bent over PSF. I was conscious of everyone watching me as I licked her ass and her back clean. Then she stood up and licked my face and my breasts, cleaning Mr M’s cum off me wherever it had landed.

“Would anyone like another drink?” Mr M asked. Several people said yes. PSF and I got up, naked but for stockings, and served everyone. It had been quite a party. It was about an hour later when everyone left. Mr M sat down, still naked, in his chair.

“Dress,” he said, his traditional dismissal of us until we submitted to his desires next time.

Life had certainly become interesting since wearing Mr M’s little necklace and locket.