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Subject: {ASSM} Taming of the Shrew part 5 (M/f, anal, BDSM, wife, public, group)
Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2001 23:10:11 -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.

****

My slave's experience at the park was one I am sure she would remember for
many years to come.  After keeping her for many months constantly sexually
active, while at the same time not allowing for release, resulted in what
was likely an almost spiritual experience when she got heself off infront of
so many people, then proceeded to get herself off many more tmes as she was
gang fucked by numerous men and women (and of course me).

However, I wanted more from her.  I wanted to turn her pussy into something
that would easily take my entire fist.  I wanted her turned into a vessel of
absolute sexual debasement.

For that, I needed to return my oter house.

The last time she was there, she was punished boh physically and mentally.
This time I wanted a different experience.

She had never seen the home from the outside, her arrival had occured in the
cargo area of a 4 ton delivery vehicle, so to her it was just another house
.... until we pulled into the garage.  She recognized the place then.

"Master ... please ... you slave has been good ... please."

The fear in her voice was so thick I could have cut it with a knife.

"Silence," I commanded, and like a dutiful slave, her mouth clamped shut.

"You are not here to be punished.  This time, you are here for pleasure ...
my pleasure, not yours.  So relax."

I lead her into the house, and into the front room, there I had made sure
the same people that were there on her last visit would be present on this
one.

I lead her into the main room, and again a roaring fire was going.  Tracy
however was not present, neither was Carl to whom I had loaned her.

"Remove your clothes and your shoes, then kneel," I said.  "Diana, where's
Carl?"

"Upstairs in one of the rooms playing with Tracy.  He's a bit impatient
today."

"I see, well I guess it'll just have to be the three of us then."

Helen's eybrows twitched with mirth.  "And people say three's a crowd."

That was when Diana noticed my slave.  "Mind if I look at her," she said
indicating my slave.

"Go right ahead."

"You are much improved since last we met," Diana said approvingly.  She
reached down between my wife's legs and noted how soft and bare her cunt now
was.  "And properly shaved, very good."

My wife/slave was beaming.

"Oooh, and wet too, hell, sopping wet."

At that my slave giggled a bit causing Diana to look at me quizzically.

"She's just ben had by six men and licked off four other women just bfore we
got here."

"Did it please you to fuck so many men?"

I watched my slave's face for any sign of embarrasement, there was non.  "It
pleases this fuck slave to do whatever my master desires."

"Well I'll be damned," Diana said standing up.  "You've done it again.
You've trained her quite nicely, and shit, she's one hell of a looker to go
along with it.  Now you've got two of em, three if you include Ashley."

My slave, who previously looked so full ot of self-pride, suddenly looked
like a popped balloon.

"What's the problem," I asked my slave.

"Master," she said, her eyes suddenly looking like she was about to cry.
"Your slave thought ... well, you have others like me?"

I loked at her for a moment, deciding what to do.  Making my decision, I
headed up stairs.  "Which room is Carl in?"

"4," Helen called back at me.

I walked in on Carl who was fucking Tracy doggy style.  Tracy had nipple
clamps on her tits with a lengthof chain joining the two.  Carl would pull
down on the chain, hyper extending Tracy's tits,and forcing her down onto
his dig forcefully.

"Carl," I said drawing his attention.  "I'm sorry chief, but I need her
back."

Carl nodded quickly.  "Couple .... more .... seconds"

I could see by the look on Carl's face that at the last word, he started to
cum, so I waited patiently fo him to finish.  It would be beter this way
anyway.

After a minute, he pulled out of Tracy, his dick wet withhis own cum and her
juices..  "She's all yours."

"Follow me," I said to Tracy.

 lead Tracy back down to the main room, and had Tracy kneel.

"This is Tracy, she was my first slave.  Ashley came next, but she really
isn't a slave, and never has been.  I won't go into the details.  No, you
are not the first, you probably won't even be the last."

 could see the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.  I gave the kind of
comforting lauch you'd give a child when they first discover there is no
santa clause and kneeled down next to her and put my arm around her.
"First, it doesn't change the fact that you do now, and always will, live in
my home.  That makes you the Alpha female.  Even though you aren't my first
slave, you are my FIRST slave.  Do you understand what I mean?"

She drew herself up a little just then, and obviously not entirely happy,
was at least satisfied.

I then got up and went to another room where the slave chairs were and
picked a stool with a medium sized vibrator sticking out of it.  I wheeled
this into the room and had my wife get up onto it.

"Fuck it," I said.  "And close your eyes.  Keep them closed until I say
otherwise.

My wife began to slowly pump up and down on the dildo, and in moments it
appeared she had largely forgotten her previous unhappiness.  I indicated
the wall to Diana, Helen, and Carl (who had arrived only moments before).
The three of us grabbed our favorite toys.  For me, that was a long whip,
for Carl it was a crop, and for Diana and Helen it was a flogger.

We went back to my wife, and began rubbing her body with them.
Periodically, one of us would hit her with our chosen device, drawing a
startling yelp.

Slowly, the hits got closer and closer together, yet were soft, almost
playfull touches, and my slave began to get into the combination of multiple
pepole hitting her while she rode the dildo.  Her pleasure increased when I
turned the vibrator on.  Of course as her pleasure increased, so did the
strength of our blows.

Many submissives talk about something they call "sub space".  From a medical
standpoint, its when the endorphins kick in from the pain and mix with the
pleasure chemicals from the sex.  When a submissive gets there, there is
usually a telltale signal, in my wife, it was her face.  It would go sort of
slack ... not really, but I can't describe it any other way.

She was there now, and I let my compatriots know.  I tok the clamps off of
Tracy (who began to whimper from the blood returning to her nipples) and
applied them to my slave.  I then used the chain to lead her fucking of the
chair.

As she gt back into the flow of it, I indicated that we were to stop the
pain element.  Sub space usually doesn't last much longer.

The look of disappointment on my wife almost made me laug, and Carl actually
did.

I flipped off the vibrator, then indicated Tracy.  "Get her off," I said.

Tracy started to get on her back, but I stopped her,  "Cheek down, ass up,"
I said.

Tracy smiled broadly as she realized that she was going to get t ojoin in on
the fun too.

My wife began eating Tracy's sopping fuck hole, but I stopped her.  "Her
asshole," I said pointing.

She looked at me,turning red.  I'd never told her to do that before.  "Do I
need to repeat myself," I said in a tone of voice that let her know I wanted
her to start.

She shook her head, and with significant trepidation leaned forward and
began to lick around Tracy's shit hole.

"Closer," I ordered. "Dip your toungue in ... treat it almost like her
pussy."

My wife nodded, and increased the energy she put into Tracy's rim job.
After a few moments, I could see her tossing away that inhibition and she
began to work on Tracy's rear door in earnest.  That's when me, Diana, Carl,
and Helen repeated our steps earlier.  Diana and I took my wife/slave, and
Carl and Helen took Tracy.  We again started with the light rubbing and very
infrequent slaps.  I had discarded the whip as I wanted to feel my wife's
skin with my hand.  Everyone else however still used their toys.  Slowly,
the frequency of our hits grew as the two women below us got more and more
into it.  Tracy, never a quiet slave sexually, began moaning loudly,
occasionally things like "stick in me," would slip passed her lips, to which
my wife/slave would willing oblige, digging her tongue into her puckered
hole.

I indicated Diana shold continue, and I removed my pants and underwear and
approached my wife from behind.  I don't know what it is about her ass, but
i just love to fuck it.  I find much more pleasure than fucking her cunt.
However, I hadn't gotten any lub, so first I dove into her pussy.  She
moaned loudly as I pressed my throbbing dick into her pussy.  A few pumps
later, and I was saturated.  I pulled out, and could hear her
dissapointment.  However, I also heard her sharp intake of breath as I put
the tip of my dick against her own backdoor.

To be honest, I knew that she derived little in te way of pleasure from
being ass fucked (completely opposite of Tracy who simply loved it) ... but
I really didn't give a rats ass.  She was for my pleasure, not me for hers.

I pressed into her ass, almost expecting some sort of resistance arising out
of her disspointment only moments ago (which of course would have resulted
in a punishment).  However, she not only didn't resist, as my head plowed
it, she actually moved down on me.

Maybe the last several months of me constantly ass fuckingher was changing
her mind, I don't know.

I began pumping her ass, and told Diana to strike harder and faster.  I
timed my own thrusts with Diana's strikes.

Diana obviously fell into the groove because as I increased the speed of my
pumping, she increased the speed of her strokes.  Likewise, as I peeled
back, so did she.

I began to near completion, and pulled her off of Tracy, and up against my
body.  Diana, being the intelligent person she is, began shifted her strikes
to fall on my wifes thighs, meeting them as I pushed her pelvis forward with
each stroke.

I have no idea what Carl and Helen were doing with Tracy, so lost I became
in my own pleasure, but I heard all three of them moaning in pleasure at one
point.

Shortly after, Diana pulled up her own skirt, turned around, bent over, and
backed up into my wife's face.

Instantly my wife began licking at her cunt as I continued to drive my my
piston into her ass shute.

I don't know who came first, and I don't care.  I only know that when I
finished, so was Diana.

I collapsed onto the tile floor and told Tracy and my wife to go upstairs,
get themselves cleaned up, then come back down with wash cloths and clean
the four of us up.

Tracy grabbed my wife's hand.  Having been my slave for a while, she knew I
would expect them to be quick about it and probably understood that my wife
would not know this.  The two of them ran upstairs, and returned a few
moments later with warm washcloths.  I could see by the pained look on my
wife's face that the niple clamps were becoming exceedingly painful now that
"play time" was over, it was hiting her conciousness pretty hard.

"Tracy, go into the kitchen and help her remove those," I said indicating
the clamps.

Tracy nodded, and again lead my wife out of the room.  A few moments later I
"Oh fuck!" from the other room, then a bit later the same words repeated,
and thistime much louder.  I had no doubt that the first exclamation came
from when Tracy used the ice cubes, and told her what they were for and why.
The second exclamation came when the clamps actually came off.

Still, a few moments later, my wife was lead back into the room, and back
upstairs to put the clamps back in the room.  Tracy had learned I liked the
toys cleaned and put away after every use.

After quite a long round of goodbyes (I could se that my wife was growing a
bit of a facination with Diana), we left and headed home.

We had only just pulled out of the driveway when I could see that Tracy was
just itching to say something.

"You can both speak freely," I said, curious to see what the two would speak
about.

"Master, can your slave stay with you now?"

I looked at her confused, "What do you meant?"

"Well Master, your property has lived at the BDSM house almost since you
bought it.  This piece of property hopes that she can live with you now,
down in The Palace."

I looked in my mirror back at my wife.  "Would you like that?"

"Your slave has no desires other than those of her master."

"In that case, I desire for Tracy to fuck you with her hand."

Both of my slaves nodded, and my wife positioned herself on the seat to
allow Tracy easy access to her pussy.

Tracy reached down, and noticed that my wife was still wet, and stuck two
fingers into her dripping cunt.  She moved her thumb under her pussy lips
and used it to massage my wife's clit.

"I said your hand Tracy."

Tracy nodded, understanding what I meant.  My wife however had her eyes
closed and I am unsure if the words truly registered.

Tracy puled her fingers out enough to point her fingers, including her tumb,
into a cone shape, then went back into her pussy, slowly pushing into it.
With each inward stroke she pushed with just a bit more foce than the
previous time, stretching my wifes vaginal opening just a bit more.

Finally, I realized that I was paying more attention to the mirror than I
was to the road, and pulled over to watch the show.

I could see that the preassure Tracy was beginning to apply was starting to
cause some pain, and she was ever so slightly puling back.  I placed my hand
on her leg, "lean into it, not away."

My wife bit down on her lip and nodded.  This time as Tracy pushed up, she
did as she was told, and Tracy pushed almost up to the knuckles of her
fingers.

"This time, when you go up, keep the preassure, go in."

Tracy nodded, and moved her hand back into my wife's cunt.  This time, she
not only kept the preassure, but rotated her wrist slightly, stretching her
open.  My wife was now moaning, "Oh God, Oh God," repeatedly as Tracy pushed
her knuckles into her pussy..  Once the they got past the opening, my wife
practically pulled Tracy's arm in all the way to her wrist.

"Work it," I told Tracy.  Tracy began pumping her hand in and out, sometimes
going as far as her forearm before stopping.  My wife moaned in a mixture of
pain and ecstasy.  I turned back around, and got the car moving again.
"Don't stop until we get home," I instructed.

The drive, slightly over a half an hour in length, gave my imagination time
to work over all the possibilities I could do with the two of them.

Yes I decided.  It was definately the right move to bring Tracy home
finally.

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