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Subject: {ASSM} Taming of the Shrew part 4 (M/f, anal, wife, public, group)
Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2001 18:10:17 -0500
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This story is mine.  I own the copyright.  If you want to make it publicly
available by ANY means, you must contact me for permission first.  I'll
probably let you, without any charge, even if you want to charge for it.
You just have to ask first.

Let me note that this story is going to be one of the more "tamer" stories
in this story line.  I would also like to note the "group" in the subject
line.  This story doesn't talk about condoms or anything of the sort.  It's
a story, and people in my stories don't get VD unless there is some reason
for it germane to the story itself.  Unprotected sex with someone who isn't
completely monogamous with you is idiotic in the real world.

(C) 2001, all rights reserved.

First, the disclaimer that I know you won't read.
This is a work of fiction.  If you don't know what that first sentence
means, don't read this story.

This is a work of an adult nature.  If you don't know what that means, don't
read this story.  Similarly, if "adult" material offends you, or is illegal
where you live, don't read this story.

Let me say that again, this is a work of an adult nature.  If you have kids
in your home, you should know that they can read this as easily as you can.
You should have *something* on your computer that prevents them from reading
anything that resembles this story.

This story contains graphic depictions of non-consenual sex.  If fictional
stories of this nature bother you, don't read this story.  Similarly, anyone
who would engage in actual non-consensual sex should be promptly thrown in
jail.  If you can read above a third grade level, you would know that to
mean
that I do not condone non-consensual sex against any living creature.  If
you
engage in non-consensual sex, you should know that means you are a rapist
and you should turn yourself over to the proper authorities immediately.

With that said, on with the story.

****

Since the day of the testing, I began the real training with my wife.  Lucy
had done numerous sessions with her on proper fellatio.  Tracy had spent
time teaching her cunnilingus.

I had, for generally a week at a time, put her several times under a random
light and dark, beating and pleasure, system.

Finally, she had spent a great amount of time hooked up to The Device.

My crowning achievement in the breaking of slaves.

You see, with The Device, the slave is connected up and given instructions.

The instructions are in my voice.

Sometimes it is walking (The Device has a friction type of treadmill the
slave is placed on), other times it is leaning to the side ... into needles.
If the instructions are followed, a reward is given.  If they are not,
punishment given out.

The idea is that my instructions are followed, no matter what.  When my
instruction is something that will cause pain (like leaning into needles),
not following that order results in a VERY severe punishment.  Further, The
Device is set such that the longer a slave is connected, the less time is
allowed for following the instructions.

The thing that makes The Device such a masterful piece of, what can only be
described as, art, is that it slips subliminal messages into the slave.  I
won't go into the specifics except to say that the technique is talked about
in books on hypnosis.  These subliminal messages
not only reinforce the fact that they are my slave and to do what ever I
say, but the messages also turn the slaves into sex maniacs. Finally, there
are the messages of loyalty to me.

For the last six months, I had been keeping my slave on a knife's edge
sexually.  For all of that time I had been constantly arousing her sexually,
and not allowing orgasmic release.

In fact, the Device worked better on my wife than it did on Tracy.  More
than once a day for the last week, I have been forced to punish my wife for
masturbating without my permission.

Currently, I had my wife upstairs in my office, kneeling.  We were talking
to our three kids via teleconference.  This was only the third time I had
permitted her to speak to our kids since I took her as my slave, and each
time she had spent the entire conversation in a Slave's kneel.  Her
subjugation to me was now so complete, that she seemed to treat the whole
ordeal as completely natural.

"Master," she said when the conversation was over.  From the last two times,
she had learned that she could speak freely until I silenced her.  "Your
slave would like nothing more than to be fucked hard.  Master, your fuck
wench needs to feel your hard dick inside her.  Please ... can I?"

I smiled broadly, and made a decision.  "Follow me."

I lead her through my house, and upstairs to what used to be "our" bedroom,
but was now simply mine.

I lead her into what used to be her closet, and once there I showed her two
things.  First was that her old clothes had been stuck into a pile in the
corner, second was the full length mirror.

You see, when I first started the transformation of my wife into my slave,
she weighed WELL over two hundred pounds.

She now weighed an intesely fit 120.  She was one hell of a dish, and at 49
was better looking than many college co-eds.

"Do you see how gorgeous you have become?"

"Master ... I .... that's me..."

"Your beauty is unbelievable slave.  What I want you to do is start a fire
in the bedroom, then I want you to burn the clothes piled on the floor.
Once that is done, you and I are going to have some real fun."

Her face lit up.  "I'll be able to please you Master?"

"In many more ways than you mean, yes."

She turned and litterally ran back into the bedroom, and in moments had a
fire going.  As fast as she could, she began feeding her clothing into the
fire, several times she stuffed so many clothes into the fireplace she put
the fire out and had to restart it.

After some time, she had completed her task, and stood watching her old
clothes go up in flames.

"That was the last vestiges of your old life.  Burned away at my command.
Now, to continue your path for your new life."

I lead her back into the closet.  The place was a hookers heaven.

I picked out a fishnet tanktop that had small dots that only barely covered
her nipples and left large portions of her areola's vsible.  However, even
the smallest movements would result in her nipples becoming visible as well.
Next was an exceedinly short leather skirt that left the very botom of her
ass visible.  Bending over would mean that everything was visible.  The last
item was a pair running shoes.

"Kneel," I ordered.

Once she was down, I approaced her and pulled down my pants.  "Use only your
mouth," I said.  "I want to cum.  Your hands are to stay behind your head."

She leaned forward, and proceeded to go down on me. She knew now that she
was to deep throat me, then pull all the way off, then back on.

Nice and easy she rode my, sucking on me from the very base all the way to
the head..

It felt simply incredible, and I came in only about two minutes.

"Ok, lets go," I said pulling my pants back up.

I lead her to the car, and we headed to the grocery store.  There I
purchased some strawberries and some whipped cream.  The gasps from the
people in the store were humorous, and thanks to the subliminal messags she
had been receiving, she strutted proudly with each one.

"Going to have a little fun I see," the ceckout clerk said with  wide smile.

"More than just a little," I replied.

My intended location was a forest with several trails not far from my house,
unfortunately I wondered if Ididn't need to turn and go home.  My slave
simply would not stop playing with herself.

Finally, I stopped the car, went to the trunk, and grabbed a pair of
handcuffs,  I handcuffed her arms behind the seat.

"Unless you want to return to The Palace for a little punishment, I expect
you to listen.  Am I clear?"

"Yes Master, your slave is sorry Master.  It's just that your property
is..."

"Horny as hell, yes, I know.  If you'll listen to me, I'll take care of
that.  If you don't ... you'll wish you had."

"Yes Master."

I got back in the car, and continued the drive, but this time I started to
play with her pussy.

But I was just teasing her.  I would play with her, get her going real good,
then stop.

We reached the trail head, then got out.

This trail system is exceedingly popular, and I smiled widely at what we
were about to do.

You see, another of my wife's hangups was having sex anywhere, where someone
else might see or hear us.

Once, I had gotten this penthouse room in San Fran.  We were some sixty
floors up,and I awnted sex on the balcony that overlooked the road.  My wife
however would have no part of it.  She said people might see us.

Well, people were sure as hell going to see us now.

I lead her a little way down the path, then off of it only slightly.  I
found a patc where some grass had begun to grow, then had her kneel so that
she was facing the trail.  Everyone that went by would see her.

"Now, play with yourself.  One thing, you MUST keep your eyes open, and you
can't stop until I tell you to."

Her position had caused her skirt to hike up to her waist, so for all
intensts and purposes, right now, she wasn't wearing a skirt.

Her right hand dove down to her wet sex hole while her left immediately went
under her shirt to her breasts.  In mere seconds she was moaning.  "Eyes
open," I said as she began to close them.

I knew it wouldn't take long, and it didn't.  A man came by jogging, and
stopped when he heard her moans of pleasure.  The smile on my face widened
as I saw the programming from The Device kick in.  She moved her legs still
farther apart, and increased the intensity of her ministrations.  Her face
however registered the depth of her shame and embarrasment.  At the moment
however, she simply coldn't stop herself ... and the man wasn't going
anywhere.

He was then joined by another jogger, this one a young woman.  She too stood
gape jawed, watching my gorgeous slave fuck herself.

Slowly but surely, a small crowd began to develop, all watching the show.

After so long of keeping her aroused, I knew her experience would feel like
she had just met God himself when she orgasmed.

She moaned, her exhalations became excedingly labored.  Her orgasm was on,
and it lasted for probably the better part of ten minutes.

When it was over, she collapsed onto the ground shaking ... and the crowd
actually applauded.

"Did my slave like that," I asked smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh Master ... Master it was ... Master ..."

Then, to my exceedingly large amazement, she jumped to her feet, and for the
briefest of an instant, I thought she was going to try and run away.

What she did do was jump on me in a hug as she repeated "wonderful" over and
over again and began crying.

"Come on slave, we've got places to go."

"You should fuck her," the man said that was the first to arrive.  "Or let
one of us do it."

The crowd, every last man and woman, all agreed.

I laughed.  "Why don't you go lay down on the grass, and take off your
shorts.  You," I said pointing to the first woman.  "You also lay down."

I positioned the two so that her pussy was facing his dick, with her legs
spread eagle over his.  I then had my slave te man, and lean over to suck
the woman's pussy.  I went over top of her, and went into her ass.
Surprisingly, the woman was the first to go, she was replaced by a man.
Having a woman with all her holes filled pushed hte frst man over the edge
and he was next, and replaced by another man.  Having to stop to allow for
the changes kept me going.  The entire crowd got a chance at my slave.  She
had orgasmed several more times ... indeed, I wondered if she stopped at
all. Finally, there was just the two of us, and now, with no interruptions,
I was pounding into her ass like a mad man as the crowd watched.  This time,
I got the applause when I came.

At the end, two people gave us their shirts to clean ourselves with, and we
got a list of phone numbers (so we can call them if we wanted).

I lead my slave back to the car to headed to our next destination.

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