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Partial Submission.02 [Mf inc bro sis D/s oral anal spank {Light BDSM}
preg?] | [Mf Ff FF MFf MFF inc bro sis D/s oral anal spank {Light BDSM}
preg?]

   I heard the door open, but I didn't raise my eyes; it is not proper for
a slave to look up at his Mistress unless she invites it.  All I could see
were her beautiful, perfect bare feet and the lower length of her delicate,
rounded leg.  Her ankles were exquisite, small yet perfectly defined and I
found myself yearning to feel my tongue upon them.



   "Hello, Daniel," she breathed, her voice soft and inviting.  It was a
far cry from the hoarse, gruff voice she originally used but we were beyond
such deceptions.  "Are you ready?"



   "A moment, Mistress," I begged.  "Today is...special to me.  I do not
know if it is deserving of your consideration, but it is exactly a year ago
today that you consented to take me as yours.  In appreciation for the
wonderful year you've given me, I've got you a small and unworthy gift."



   "Of course I remembered our anniversary, Daniel," she smiled down at me.
"I remember everything.  Today _is_ special, my slave.  I've gotten you a
few gifts myself.  Why don't you show me what you got me first, though?"



   Without raising my eyes, I handed her the small box and then resumed the
position.



   "Oh, Daniel," she gasped, "it's beautiful.  Thank you!  It's even
engraved!"



   "'To My Mistress'," she read aloud.  "It's wonderful.  Thank you!"



   I didn't reply.  The thin gold chain and heart shaped locket were
unworthy of her, but there was nothing I could get that was worthy of my
beautiful red-haired mistress.



   "Here is the first of your presents," she declared.  "Look at me."



   Of course I looked up wordlessly.  One must obey one's Mistress.  I was
unprepared for her nudity, though; normally, she begins our sessions in a
business suit of some kind.  She is truly one of the most beautiful women
I've ever met.  She stands only 5'6", a far cry from my own 6'6" height,
but she stands so straight that she looks much taller.  She is thin, but
not emaciated, curved but not overly so.



   Her green eyes sit wide and open under a thin, arched band of spun red
gold.  Her nose is short and dainty, slightly sloped upwards at the end. 
Under this are maroon lips that look too dark to be natural, though I know
they are; she has never worn much make-up because she has never had to. 
Her pale, oval face is lightly freckled across her high cheekbones and down
through her dimples.  That wonderful face ends in a slight but strong chin
that almost begs for your lips.  Beyond that chin, her neck slopes just
slightly too long, onto shoulders that are, like everything about her,
straight and firm.  Beneath the soft rounded hills are firm, tapered peaks;
her breasts are soft and supple, not large but large for her frame.  They
end in sloped nipples offered on small plates of pale red.



   Under those welcoming orbs, her stomach is flat and firm, yet soft and
supple.  From here, her hips flare out, but not widely; she is a compact
package.  Within the flares of her hips lies the delicate, hairless valley
of her pudenda, a small, secretive hill begging to be investigated.  She is
an innie; her lips, like her navel, are focused inward, giving the enticing
appearance of a slim groove in the otherwise pristine hillock.  Below lie
legs that promise and deliver, they curve invitingly across knees that
plead for your attention; they are velvety towers of subtle skin.



   Cradled in her hands, she presented me with a thin, diamond-studded
collar that looked more like a necklace than an affirmation of my bondage.
It was my first collar; not the first I'd worn, for I'd worn many since
giving myself to my Mistress, but the first that was only mine the others
being shared with other of her slaves.  I quivered as I crawled to her,
trembled as I bowed my head yet again so that she could honor me by putting
the soft leather around my throat.  Her fingers brushed my skin gently as
she clasped the sign of my obeisance around my neck.



   "Today is a special day, Daniel," she remarked, her voice gentle.  I
felt a slight pressure cross my scalp before a firm, dark band blotted out
my vision.  I waited as a scarf was tied tightly around my eyes, ensuring
the integrity of the blindfold under it.  "Can you see anything at all?"



   "No, Mistress."



   "Good," she murmured.  "We're going to need to keep you hydrated today,
I think.  Drink this."



   I fumbled with the glass just a bit, a few drops sprinkling onto my
wrists.  I managed to get the glass to my mouth and I drank it down.  It
was just ice cold water but had a bitter, acrid taste to it, like well
water.  The bitter taste continued after I drank it.  She took the glass
from me, and I heard her set it down before turning back to me.



   I felt her soft hands at my neck, fumbling with the collar.  I heard a
low, metallic click and then felt myself pulled forward.  Dutifully, I
crawled, my ears suddenly aware of the soft padding of my Mistress' feet in
front of me.  I had been here before, so I could imagine where she was
leading me.  I saw myself lead through her kitchen, my short, crawling
steps slowly maneuvering around her wooden table and its accompanying
chairs.  I wasn't certain where she was leading me; sometimes my sessions
were done in her living room, other times in the bathroom or one of the
bedrooms.  Occasionally, even, in her kitchen.



   This time she led me to the door I'd never gone through before.  She led
me to the door leading to her basement; the door that led down into her
dungeon.



   I do not enjoy pain, like some of my Mistress' slaves.  I don't mind the
occasional humiliation, though it does nothing for me sexually, but pain
has never brought me gratification even when granted to me by my Mistress.
My sessions with her were merely for domination; to feel someone own me
body and soul and take all of the rights to my body away from me. 
Therefore, I'd never been down to her dungeon.



   I trembled as I heard the door open, an unasked question on my lips.  I
never voiced that question; I trusted my Mistress implicitly and it was not
for me to question where she was leading me.  Still, I was not completely
sanguine about what the future held.



   "Stand, Daniel," she ordered and I quickly complied.  "We are going down
some stairs.  I want you to take the stairs slowly; I don't want you to
fall.  There are 14 stairs; count them for me as you go."



   I had never taken stairs while blindfolded and I was afraid.  Sweat
stood on my brow as I carefully navigated each step, stepping down only one
foot at a time and calling out the numbers as I moved lower.  My Mistress
was patient, letting me take my time as I moved down, allowing me to adjust
to my fear.  Finally, after what seemed like an hour but was actually but a
few minutes, we stood at the bottom.



   "Very good, Daniel," Mistress Kennedy congratulated me.  "Back on your
knees.  We have a short walk yet."



   I dropped down almost before the words were out of her throat.  The
floor was hard and cold, but I seemed to feel the gaps of tiles beneath my
knees and hands.  She led me forward and then around to the right.  I
couldn't imagine what was down here and the unknown nature of my
surroundings filled me with a slight sense of dread.  The air was cooler
here, pickling my skin, and I felt a strange type of humidity.  I bumped my
right shoulder slightly as she led me through another doorway, but I made
not a sound and quickly adjusted myself through.  Finally, she tapped my
head, indicating I should stop and I felt my collar go slack in her hand.
With a gentle touch, she unclipped the leash.



   "Stand and give me your right hand," she said quietly.  She grabbed my
hand as I raised it and I felt her put a soft cuff around my wrist.  I
heard the clink of chain as she finished.



   "Your left hand," she demanded and she secured it as she had my right. I
trembled a little, unsure of what was going on.  The trembling brought the
soft, musical tinkle of chains.  Still, this was my Mistress and I trusted
her with my life.



   "For the past year, you've been a good and dutiful slave," Mistress
Kennedy intoned.  "You've worshipped me without reservation and it has been
rare when I was not satisfied with your performance.  There have been a few
times, however, that you have vexed me and I've needed to temper my
response so that I did not send you home marked.  Even after you told your
wife of our relationship, still was I refused the pleasure of punishing you
as I wished; you did not want your wife to see evidence of what went on
here."



   "Now, though," she continued a bit more forcefully, her voice slowly
moving further and further away from me, "that has changed.  Your wife is
gone for the week, giving you four days to recover and I'm going to take
advantage." I heard chains being pulled and suddenly my arms were yanked
above my head.  Higher and higher they were lifted until I had to get on
the tips of my toes because I thought I was going to be lifted off my feet.
I heard a loud click and then I could hear my Mistress walking back to me.



   "I'm going to give you 50 strokes," my Mistress informed me.  "There
have been 5 times over the past year when I wanted to spank you for a major
infraction but couldn't do more than use my hand or a paddle to redden your
ass.  You will get 5 strokes for each of those infractions.  The other 25
are for cheating on your wife for three weeks before telling her about us."



   "You have a choice, Daniel," she said, loudly.  "You can either submit
or say your safe word.  If you submit, I will punish you and then we will
get on to the surprises I have in store for you.  Moving forward, though, I
will punish you as I see fit without regard to what you present to your
wife.  I find that this should give you even more incentive to obey me.  If
you say your safe word, then I will set you free.  Completely.  You will no
longer belong to me and you will no longer be welcome as my slave.  The
choice is yours."



   I was in a quandary.  Any marks on me would remind my wife of my
infidelity.  We'd managed to make it beyond Tuesdays but I knew that most
of that was based on denial; my wife refused to admit that Tuesdays
existed. On the other hand, I found that my submission on Tuesdays actually
made me better every other day of the week.  It made it easier for me to
remain in charge Wednesday through Monday.  I was certainly happier.



   "Do you have something to say to me, Daniel?" Mistress questioned.



   "No, Mistress," I replied before I could even fully think my response; I
didn't need to think.  I knew what I needed, what I craved.  I would find
some way to hide everything from my wife.  I loved Sarah with all of my
heart but I couldn't give up my Tuesdays.



   "Count every stroke," she intoned loudly.  "If you miss a count, I'm
going to start over."



   The pain was excruciating.  Over and over and over, I heard the whistle
of my Mistress' crop or whip or whatever she was using on me.  Over and
over and over, I heard the sharp report before my ass or the upper part of
my legs or my back burned in abject misery.  I was in tears before I
counted 20, screaming before the 30th stroke.  By the time I screamed 50,
my throat was hoarse and I thought for sure I'd never be able to sit again.



   "You did well, Daniel," Mistress remarked.  "I thought for sure you'd be
begging me to stop before the end, but you didn't.  Marie, apply the
ointment to Daniel's ass."



   I heard someone approaching me but it seemed to come from a different
direction than my Mistress.  There was a gasp as someone moved behind me
but after a moment I felt a cooling sensation as soft though trembling
hands applied the salve to my abused rear end.  It wasn't until those hands
were spreading the soothing balm across my back, ass and legs that my
Mistress' words penetrated the pain induced fog surrounding me.  We weren't
alone.  Someone else had witnessed the humiliation of my beating.



   "Yes, Daniel," Mistress laughed, reading my mind.  "You aren't alone. 
I've two of my newest slaves here with us; Marie and Ellen.  They have
agreed to be a part of my surprise for you."



   I should have known when I heard the names, but I didn't.  Maybe it was
the fog of pain that still befuddled me or maybe I just wasn't smart enough
to pick up the clues.  I don't know; all I knew was that two women had seen
my Mistress beat me for the first time.



   "Now, on to our evening," Mistress Kennedy said and I could hear the
smile in her voice.  "I've got a proposition for you Daniel.  A proposition
that may change our relationship significantly."



   "I've decided that I'd like you full time," she said, her voice serious.
"I want you as my permanent slave.  I want you to move in with me; to be
with me always."



   Her words startled me.  They took my breath away.  It was, of course, a
great honor she was offering to me.  To be with her, to always be with her,
was a reward that most would give their soul for.



   Most, but not me.  As much as I enjoyed my Tuesdays, I could not be this
way forever.  It was...a weekly vacation I did not want to miss but not
something I could live with on a permanent basis.  Beyond that, though...I
loved Sarah.  I could not imagine my life without my wonderful wife.  If I
was forced to choose between my Tuesdays and my wife, I'd choose my wife
every time.



   "You are offering me a great honor, Mistress," I groaned, my ass slowly
soothing from the cream soaking into it.  "With all due respect, though, I
can't."



   "You're refusing me?" she gasped, her voice incredulous.  "Why would you
refuse me?"



   "I...I..." I stuttered.  Then, my tears started anew and had nothing to
do with the pain she had inflicted on me.  "Mistress, I love you.  I love
our days together.  But doing this every day, being your slave every day,
is not me.  I can't do that; this is just a respite for me.  I don't think
I'm...I don't know...I don't think I'm completely submissive; most days,
I'm very dominant.  I just need this one day a week to recharge myself.'



   "Even if I could, though...I couldn't," I said dejectedly.  "The truth
is that I am madly in love with my wife.  If I had to, I could live without
you...I could live without this.  I couldn't live without my wife."



   "What if I gave you slaves?" she said and from the way her voice was
moving, I could tell she was pacing.  "What if I gave you Marie and Ellen?
You would be my slave and subject to my will but they would be your slaves
and subject to yours.  That way, you could be both submissive and dominant;
you could play out both of your 'selves'?"



   The idea appealed to me.  It was the perfect synthesis of all worlds;
both a slave and a domme.  It was also a huge compliment.  My Mistress
would give up some of her control in order to keep me.  I have to say that
I almost agreed.  Before the word could cross my lips, though, the image of
my wife flitted through my mind and my heart broke.  Without Sarah, I was
nothing; I could not live without her.



   "Please forgive me, Mistress," I whispered.  "I can't.  I love my wife.
I can't live without her."



   "You love her that much?" she questioned disbelievingly.



   "More," I replied, knowing that I was losing my Mistress.  Without
Sarah, though, my Mistress didn't matter.  "I love her with all my heart."



   Mistress Kennedy said nothing for a few moments though I could hear her
pacing steps.  "Okay," she began, drawing the word out.  I could tell she
was agitated at my refusal.  "For the sake of argument, what if we made
your wife your slave and you would be my slave?"



   I almost laughed.  Almost.  "Mistress, that wouldn't work," I replied.
"My wife is not a submissive.  She'd never agree to it."



   "I'm.  Talking.  Hypo-theti-cally," she said harshly, each syllable
punctuated by a crack of her crop on my bum.



   I screamed in pain, trying almost desperately to climb the chains and
get away from those painful smacks.  I realized that Mistress had been
holding back before; she wasn't now.



   "Now, hypothetically," she continued, her voice strangely calm but I
could sense her displeasure, "what if we made your wife your slave and you
were my slave.  Would you agree then?"



   "Yes," I yelled hoarsely.  "But it would never happen, she'd never..."



   "Shut up," Mistress demanded, smacking me quickly with her crop.



   For a few moments, all I could do was whimper as the pain, which had
been receding, flashed through me anew.  Mistress said nothing and, over my
own labored breaths, I could not even hear her steps anymore.



   "It's okay Daniel," I heard her chuckle, her voice still calm.  "I was
just wondering how much it would take.  I knew that you loved your wife, it
was evident to me when you confessed our relationship to her.  I have some
slaves who have been coming to me since I began this service and they still
haven't told their wives.  Mistress Kali, who's been doing this much longer
than me, has slaves that have come to her for almost a decade whose wives
still don't know."



   "I've seen the change in you since we began, though," she continued,
"and I wondered how far the change had gone.  It made me wonder if you'd
take me up on my offer or, if you didn't, what it would take for you to
accept."



   There was a pregnant pause as I waited for more of my Mistress' words.
The conversation had so far unhinged me; I wasn't quite sure if I was
coming or going.  She had unsettled me and I wondered just how far she
would have gone had I not agreed in the end to one of her proposals.



   "Marie, come here and lie on the table," Mistress demanded, her voice
changing.  Of course, I couldn't see anything but I heard what sounded like
chains rattling.  I tested my arms, but the chains rattling evidently
weren't the ones holding me in place.  I heard more chains rattling,
adjustments, I think, but couldn't be sure.



   I heard feet padding along the floor and then a loud click.  More chains
rattled and my arms were slowly lowered until they were hanging in front of
me.  I could hear the feet padding towards me and then hands at my wrists.



   "I'm going to release your wrists," my Mistress whispered directly in
front of me.



   She undid my right wrist, the cuff still attached but the chains
removed, and I let it down to my side, a burning agony running through my
shoulder.  I hadn't even realized how much pain my shoulder was in, drawn
tight to the ceiling.  Of course, the pain in my ass was much more than the
pain in my shoulder which was probably why I didn't notice.  She undid my
left wrist, but didn't let it go.  Grabbing my other wrist, she pulled me
forward gently.



   "Kneel, slave," she intoned and of course I obeyed.  She pulled me
forward slightly, my knees shuffling until my chest encountered what must
have been the edge of a metal table.  It bounced away from me slightly
before rebounding back onto my chest; the table was suspended.  I felt my
arms pulled along the table, first my right and then my left, what felt
like skin rubbing over my arms as they were pulled in place.  I could feel
adjustments being made, heard a motor as the table was lowered slightly.  I
was pulled forward by my right wrist until it was stretched into place and
then I heard a click as it locked.  My left wrist was done the same way.



   I could actually feel the heat on my face of someone below me, could
smell what could only be arousal emanating from the flesh under me.  I felt
the appendages that my arms had been slid under flex and move.  The scent
from just under me was intoxicating, a female scent that flowed through my
nose and grabbed me.  I knew that a female pussy lay below me but I could
only guess whether my Mistress planned to torture me or give her to me.



   "Happy Anniversary, Daniel," my Mistress said from right next to me. 
She sounded as if her face was almost next to my ear and I felt or imagined
her breath coming over me.  "Marie's shaved cunt is just under your face;
it is your second anniversary present.  You will eat her to three orgasms,
drinking down her cum.  Now."



   The words were hardly out of her mouth before my mouth was on the female
slave.  I couldn't see her but I didn't need to.  I used my tongue to
explore her, my nose to revel in her scent and my lips to brush her pussy.
She was swampy as my face descended into her, and I drank everything she
offered.  I traced her distended lips with my tongue, lightly flicking at
them.  I buried my tongue into her as far as I could, my lips covering her
own and my mouth suckling her nectar into my mouth.  There was an
obstruction I wasn't used to, but I pushed at it with my tongue.  I should
have known what it was, but my mind wasn't working that way.



   My efforts were quickly rewarded; I heard a loud moan, though it was
muffled and indistinct, and then the legs over my arms were flexing and
Marie was pumping her cunt into my face.  She tasted divine, light, sweet
with just a hint of tang.  I was hooked on her taste, sucking her juices
like a madman.  Sarah tasted sweeter, Mistress Kennedy's juices were
thicker, but Marie's fluid was just as enjoyable as theirs.



   I started again, licking her, suckling her.  She seemed harder to please
this time, the juices rolling out but lighter and more delicate.  I found
her clit and flicked it with my tongue; she shuddered and I heard another
groan.  I kept it up, dipping my tongue into her, suckling at her lips and
every so often flicking my tongue back over her clit.  She was moving
again, rotating her hips, her moans coming often now but still she didn't
go over.  I dipped my tongue deeper, my nose against her clit trying to
stimulate her entire cunt with my mouth.



   "Bite on her clit," my Mistress whispered in my ear.  "Marie's a pain
slut; she loves it to hurt."



   I followed my Mistress' orders and bit softly on Marie's clit, not hard
enough to damage but hard enough to make her feel pain.  I was rewarded
with a sharp, muffled scream and then Marie's swampy folds were pushing at
my face hard and I could feel the harsh trembling of her body through her
slushy pit.  Still, I continued at her clit, nibbling, biting, trying to
prolong her feelings of ecstasy but always careful to move my tongue down,
slurping away at her essence as much as I could.  The taste of her was
heady and the scent of her was pure bliss.



   "How does she taste, Daniel?" my Mistress questioned me softly, her
breath on my ears.  Her voice held the barest hint of amusement.  "How does
her 16-year old virgin pussy taste?"



   I pulled back in shock.  "Mistress?" I questioned, alarm in every
syllable.  "I can't...she's...I'll...I could go to jail!"



   "My.  Law.  Is.  All.  That.  Matters.  Here," my Mistress said, her
voice harsh.  Each word was punctuated by a new burst of pain on my
backside.  She grabbed my head and forced it back against Marie's dripping,
cumming cunt.  "You'll do well to remember that.  The big lawyer who
doesn't even know the law.  16 is the age of sexual consent in this state,
Daniel.  She consents but most importantly, I command...and you have one
more orgasm to give her.  Now eat her fucking pussy until she cums...and
don't forget her asshole; she loves a good tongue in her ass..."



   I'd never had any real fantasies about younger lovers, though I will
admit to occasionally indulging in "looking" at high school girls and young
college coeds.  I was only 25, after all, and often it was difficult to
tell the difference between a younger girl and one that was a bit more
mature.  I never, ever would have followed up on those looks; it's okay to
window shop even if you have no money.



   Now, though, my Mistress was rubbing my face in this girl's spasming
pussy...and then, it didn't matter any longer.  I rationalized it many
different ways - I had no choice, my Mistress was pulling one over on me to
test me, the girl was okay with what I was doing - but the fact of the
matter was that I was addicted.  This female - whether she was young or
old, willing or coerced - had just come twice on my tongue and she both
tasted and smelled fantastic.  What's done is done and can't be taken back;
I was going to give her a third.



   I pulled out all of the stops.  My tongue went from the crinkle of her
asshole to the nubbin of her clit and back.  I flicked at her lips, lightly
caressing them with my tongue.  I sucked her clit into my mouth and nibbled
on it.  I pulled at her nether lips with my teeth, not hard enough to
damage but strong enough so she could feel it.  I lightly traced around her
asshole before plunging within it while burying my nose at the source of
her delightful scent.  I plunged my tongue into her open hole, trying hard
to break her hymen with just my tongue.  Then I did it again...and then
again.  I was insatiable and I could feel her tension through the skin of
her sex.  I could feel her hips thrusting at me and hear her cries through
whatever gag my Mistress had put in place.  I wanted her to come, needed
her to come.  I was lost in lust and I wanted this girl to flow over that
peak.



   Finally, she did and it was glorious.  Her legs spasmed, thrusting her
hips into my waiting face.  She screamed a muffled, towering scream that
seemed to go on and on as her hips thrust up once, then again...then again.
I plunged my tongue deep into her asshole, bouncing my nose as hard as I
could on her clit.  Whatever pain I felt was lost in my lust for her; my
ministrations pushed her even farther, her scream turning to a wail that
died as she lost her breath and then started again at the next thrust of
her pussy against my face.  She was flowing freely now, and I did my best
to keep her clean, the flat of my tongue slurping up her juices as fast as
she could produce them.



   Her cum lasted minutes and I did my best to ride her through them, my
face plastered as much as I could to her sex.  I almost felt I could feel
the trembling urgency of her cum through that slight contact, her pussy to
my face.  Over and over she went, her hips lifting, rotating, straining
against whatever bonds were holding her.



   Finally, though, she collapsed, her legs hurting my stretched arms where
they bounced off of them.  I heard her ass hit the table, felt it shake
against my arms and chest.  I followed her, never wanting this to end.  I
wanted to make her come again and then again, but my Mistress pulled me off
her by my hair.



   "That's enough, sweet Daniel," she murmured, arching my back so my ear
was near her mouth.  I could feel the flare of her body against me, just
lightly.  "Marie's passed out; you may have even worn her out.  Which is
too bad for her, though, because I've decided you're going to take her
virginity.  All of her virginity.  She's never had a cock in her pussy or
her ass or even her mouth; you're going to change that for her.  In a
moment, I'm going to release you; I want you to crawl backwards a bit and
assume the position while I adjust Marie.  Then, I'm going to lead you back
to her and place your cock at her cunt."



   I didn't need to answer because my Mistress knew I would obey her.  More
so than ever, I was hers to do with as she wished.  I found that I didn't
even worry about the future or the consequences to my actions; my Mistress
would protect me.



   I crawled backwards a few paces when she released me, then knelt, legs
splayed with my hands clasped behind my back and my head bowed.  As I
moved, I heard the click of chains and a silky rustling sound.  My heart
beat faster as I realized my Mistress was readying the young girl to have
her virginity taken.  It sped up even more as I realized I was going to be
taking her virginity.



   "Ellen, lick Daniel's face clean," I heard mistress order.  There was a
moment's pause as the echoes of chain links faded into the background;
someone had moved nearer to me, crawled nearer to me.  I could feel a
breath on my face and then the first, tentative swipes of a tongue on my
cheeks.  The tongue was small, perhaps even tiny, but thorough.  The woman
in front of me moaned as she drank the juices of another woman - another
young woman - off my face.  Even as she finished her task, low moans
continuing to echo from her throat, I realized my cock was still as hard as
it had ever been.



   "Stand, Daniel, and come forward."



   I complied without thought as the slave Ellen moved to the side and I
moved forward without fear.  I felt my Mistress take my arm and guide me
and I could feel twin legs on either side of my stomach as she pulled me
near.  I felt a moistness on my stomach as she maneuvered me.  I heard the
harsh grind of a motor as the legs dropped from my sides further down to my
hips and that moistness slowly dragged lower.  The edge of the table had
caught my cock and tugged it down with it, by my Mistress grabbed it deftly
and pulled it around and out, allowing it to spring back to its upward
thrust.  Finally, the motor stopped and my Mistress turned and tugged at me
minutely.  Then, wordlessly, she placed the head of my cock into the warm
moist tunnel awaiting it.  It took a minute to settle it into place, the
hole seemed far too tight to accept me but she twisted it and turned it,
working to gain purchase for it.  Finally, I felt the lips of the pussy
give way as the head of my member slid forward into the awaiting cavern.



   "When I tell you," my Mistress began, her words silky in my ear and her
touch still on my cock, "I want you to thrust forward as hard as you can.
Marie wants to feel the pain and we are going to oblige her.  Don't try to
be gentle, Daniel; she's a slut and she needs to take your big, thick cock
in one thrust.  Then, I want you to take her fast and hard.  You cannot cum
until she has two orgasms, Daniel, or you will be punished.  Do you
understand?"



   "Yes, Mistress," I whispered, the feel of that wonderful cunt around the
head of my cock driving me mad with lust.  I was sure that as soon as I
buried myself into that hot, tight orifice I would be coming and coming. 
Frantically, I dug through my memories for disgusting images and thoughts
to combat my towering hunger.



   My mistress took my hands and placed them on Marie's hips.  She felt
thin and supple, but it was impossible to tell her age just by touch.  In
my mind, I imagined her as a tiny woman but I had no reference to base that
thought.



   "Now." The word was spoken just as the crack of the crop upon my ass
drove me forward.  I moved forward hard to get away from that pain - which
is just what my Mistress intended.  In a single stroke, I tore through the
young girl's hymen and fully embedded myself within her.  Luckily, the pain
on my ass helped to quell my impending orgasm.



   "Now, Daniel," my Mistress commanded, "fuck her raw."



   I could but obey, my hips pushing and pulling my cock into and out of
the pussy in front of me.  I showed her no mercy, the muffled, gagged
screams eliciting my sympathy but I dared not dis-obey my orders.  I
gripped her hips hard and after a while I realized that, with the table
suspended, I didn't even have to move anything but my arms.  I used her
hips as a handhold and the table as a lever pushing her away from me, my
hard cock almost falling out of her swampy pit and then pulling her back as
hard as I could, constantly battering my cock deep within her.



   I could feel her body tense, heard the wailing, garbled moans spew from
her throat as her orgasm took her.  Amazingly, I was not even close as she
came, her juices coating my cock liberally.  The pain from the crop had
taken the edge off and I felt as if I could go forever, my cock pummeling
the tight cavern it found itself in.



   Her orgasm was long and loud, but I never even slowed down.  I just kept
it up, kept up the constant thrashing away inside of her.  She was silent
for a moment and I could feel the strain of her hips, could feel her ass
clench and release.  I could tell she was trying to thrust into me, was
trying to use her body to drive me harder.  With a growl, I obeyed those
wordless requests and started pounding into her for all I was worth. 
Faster and faster I moved, grinding, rotating my hips.  Her pussy was
tighter than anything I'd ever felt and it dragged along my dick
deliciously.  I could feel her next orgasm coming but her pussy was doing
its magic on me as well.  I used every sordid, disgusting image I had to
hold back, to force myself not to plunge over the edge.  It was working,
but barely; thankfully, I could feel Marie climbing, climbing...further and
further up that peak.  Her ass was constantly in motion now, but she was
having no effect, her legs were tied too tightly to give her purchase. 
Sweat was curling over my face freely and I could feel it dripping off my
chest.



   "How does that virgin pussy feel, Daniel?" my Mistress asked, her hands
lightly moving over my shoulders.  "Only one more cum for her before you
can release, you know.  Are you going to be able to hold out?  Are you
going to be able to stop from cumming in that tight, hot pussy that you're
pounding into.  Doesn't she feel divine, Daniel?  You know...she's not on
the pill and her body is ripe.  She probably dropped an egg yesterday or
today.  When you cum inside her, you might just make her pregnant...and she
wants it.  She wants to feel the humiliation of being pregnant in high
school.  She wants your baby, Daniel.  Doesn't that make you want to cum
deep inside of her???"



   My face was a grimace of pure pain as I desperately tried to obey my
mistress and keep my fluids from inside the young woman.  Mistress Kennedy,
of course, knew every button to press.  The truth was that Sarah and I had
often talked of children but she insisted on waiting.  She wanted to wait
until our finances were better, wait until we had a house.  I wanted
children, I wanted to hold my child in my arms, but Sarah wanted to wait a
few years.



   I heard the scream even before I felt Marie's body stiffen.  Her ass
felt hard, as if she was tightening it and her legs closed ever so slightly
on my thigh.  Even her pussy tightened, though how it could get any tighter
was beyond me.  It seemed, as her wail continued gurgling out, that her
whole body had tensed.  I knew she was cumming.  I knew I had managed to
fulfill my obligations to my Mistress.



   "Very good, my slave," Mistress Kennedy purred into my ear.  "You may
cum now.  Fill her with your baby, Daniel."



   At the sound of my Mistress' voice, I came.  I came harder than I'd cum
in a long time, so hard that I felt my knees weaken and I thought for a
brief moment that I was going to fall over.  It seemed that everything
inside of me was shooting out of my prick and into the girl's supposedly
unprotected womb.  There was a faint, delicate twinge of guilt at the
thought that my Mistress might not be lying to me about the girl's state
but I buried it quickly on the tide of a most fulfilling orgasm.



   I was still buried in her when I came back from the peaks of Nirvana. 
Somehow, I'd managed to remain standing, my legs hadn't given way beneath
me.  Even more surprising than still being able to stand, I was still hard.
My cock was still hard and long and plugged into Marie's tight cunt when I
broke from the summits of pleasure.  I don't know how long I'd been gone;
it seemed like it was years but it could only have been a few moments.



   "Very good, Daniel," Mistress whispered, her tongue lightly licking at
my ear.  "Now, step back."



   On trembling legs, I obeyed as I must.  My cock felt cold and
disappointed at being removed from its warm, cozy home.  The coolness of
the damp basement didn't cause it to flag, however.  Even away from the hot
hole it still yearned for, it remained at attention.  My cock had always
been able to do this; one glorious cum was never enough to kill my little
soldier.  This last cum, though, was harder than any I could recall
feeling; I thought for certain it would kill the little guy.



   I heard chains being maneuvered but I wasn't really paying attention. 
My mind was still caught in the lust bound fog of one of the best orgasms
I'd ever had.  Maybe it was the fact of deflowering a virgin, or the
anonymity of being blindfolded and unable to see the person I was coupling
with or even the words of my Mistress egging me on towards fatherhood but
whatever the reason my mind was not completely aware of my surroundings.



   "Move forward," my Mistress commanded and I obeyed until her hand on my
stomach stopped me.  She gripped me then, her hand moving up and down my
long, thick column.  Her hand was warm but the air striking that turgid
staff whenever her hand released a patch of flesh felt unnaturally cool. 
"That's one of the things I love about you," she commented, her hand
continuing to stroke me with a squelching sound that told me that she was
applying something to my cock, "you're always ready for more."



   She pulled me, maneuvering me and I felt her lower my cock as I got
near. She notched it and then pulled me harder, trying to force me into
something softly unyielding.



   "Relax, Marie," she intoned, still pushing me.  "You asked for this..."



   Then I felt the head of my cock begin to enter a hole so tight that it
felt as if the head of my cock were being squeegeed.  I felt Mistress
wiggle it, but Marie's ass - I was able to determine where my cock was now,
after remembering my Mistress' words - was too tight for the head of my
cock to even move.



   "Here, you're going to need some leverage," Mistress whispered, taking
my hands and placing them on Marie's thighs.  I felt around those hard
columns and realized that while Marie's back was still on the table, her
legs were sticking almost straight up and perhaps a little back towards her
head.  In my mind's eye, I could see her legs lifted slightly, opening her
ass to me.  It was a heady sight.



   "Start pushing into her, Daniel," Mistress commanded and I strained to
obey.  Marie's ass was just far, far too tight.  "Once you get inside,
don't stop until you're buried deep."



   I strained and I felt my dick slowly enter, millimeter by millimeter. 
Marie was screaming into whatever my Mistress had gagged her with, but I
was not paying any attention.  My Mistress had commanded me and I must
obey. It wasn't easy though.  It took a while.  I was straining and
sweating as my cock began entering the tightest hole I could even imagine.



   I have no idea how long I strained but it was enough to get me to
sweating again.  My breath was labored and my cock was actually hurting.  I
was worried it was going to be too much, that the pain was going to get me
soft, when I felt a slight pop and suddenly I was sliding in.  Minutes to
enter but in a second I went from straining to completely inside.



   It was hot, hotter even than her pussy, and tighter than anything should
ever feel.  It felt strange and wonderful and glorious and a hundred other
adjectives that meant I was in heaven.



   "Now," Mistress Kennedy whispered to me, "fuck her ass.  Hard."



   I obeyed.  I pulled my cock out so that just the head was inside her ass
and then reversed course and lunged as hard as I could.  Pull out and then
push in.  Repeat.  Over and over, harder and harder, until my ass must have
been no more than a blur.  My cock was a piston and I was driving it for
all it was worth.  Marie's screams slowly lessened and then became moans,
grunts of brutal lust.  I could feel her legs tensing against her bonds,
trying to drive me deeper on my downward thrusts.  I had never had anal sex
before - Sarah found the idea of it painful and disgusting - but I had
dreamed of this.  My dreams didn't hold a candle to the reality of burying
myself into Marie's tight ass.



   Marie was moaning harder now but I wasn't sure she'd be able to cum just
from the stimulation of my cock in her ass.  Meanwhile, even though I'd cum
just a few short minutes ago, the fact of my first ass fuck combined with
the sheer pleasure this tight, hot orifice was giving me was going to have
me spewing again very soon.  I once again turned to the most disgusting
thoughts I could, wanting desperately for Marie to cum before I released.
As my thoughts moved to fat women and half naked hairy men, I allowed my
hands to follow Marie's thin, firm legs down and followed them around to
where they joined.  Luckily, her legs were spread enough that I could feel
the soupy nest of her sex.  I ran my fingers through her lips and found her
clit.



   The pinch of her clit was enough to send her over and her wiggling,
squirming ass was enough to send me over.  I buried myself within her, my
balls literally pounding on the cheeks of her ass as I spewed my load into
her tight butt.  She was screaming into the gag, as I felt her whole body
tremble.  The only sound I could make, as I felt the heaven of my sexual
release was a groaning, moaning grunt.



   I didn't go soft, at least not right away.  I was still pounding into
her, still feeling her body tense and strain as her orgasm raged within
her, when my legs finally gave out.  Pulling out was difficult, her ass
maintaining a vise-lick grip on my cock, but gravity was enough and I fell
down on my ass even as my cock pulled free of her.



   "Lay back a moment, my slave," Mistress murmured to me, her hands on my
perspiring chest pushing me down further.  "You've done well." Even with
all I'd just done, all of the pleasure I'd just felt, the simple compliment
from my Mistress made me feel a thousand times better.  I wriggled as her
words rolled over me.



   I felt Mistress move away, heard her as she started adjusting the table
yet again but I had not the energy to even pay attention.  I just lay
there, limp, a rag doll whose stuffing had been sucked out through his
cock. I felt exhausted, just wanting the cool, damp air to dry me as I lay
on the cold, tiled floor.  My sweat was sticky against the tile, but I
didn't care.  I had come twice, each the peak of sexuality up until that
point.  All I wanted was to lie there.



   It wasn't to be.



   "Stand up, Daniel," my Mistress commanded after a few minutes rest.  I
obeyed and she held a glass to my lips.



   "Drink," and I did, slurping down the ice cold acrid water yet again. 
Thankfully, it was a tall glass and I was amazingly thirsty.  The
aftertaste this time burned just a bit, but the water aided in reviving me.



   "More?" my Mistress offered and I agreed.  I heard her pour the water
from a pitcher and once again the glass was on my lips.  I swallowed but I
was either getting used to the well water or the sediment was congealing at
the bottom of the pitcher, this water tasted cold and sweet and satisfied
my parched tongue.



   My Mistress led me by my cock and I was astonished to find that it was
still hard, still going strong.  I hadn't been aware of it before, hadn't
really been aware of anything as I lay on the ground panting, so I wasn't
sure if I was hard again or still.  Mistress, however, found it a
convenient handle and pulled me.  The walk was longer this time and more
circuitous and I felt as if I were being pulled around the table where
Marie lay.  Finally, I was turned and pulled a few inches.



   "Are you ready, Marie?" Mistress asked.



   "Yes, Mistress." The voice was hoarse and trembled a bit, but it seemed
hauntingly familiar somehow.



   "Are you sure you want to suck this cock?" Mistress Kennedy questioned
carefully.  "It's just been in your pussy and then your ass."



   "Please Mistress."



   "Very well, then," she acquiesced, "but be sure that you suck it dry. 
Swallow his cum." Mistress pulled on my dick, and I felt the head move into
a soft, warm cavity.  Then, lips closed on the head of my cock and I knew
that I was home.



   "Fuck her face," my Mistress commanded and I moved to obey, but her hand
stopped me.  "Gently," she cautioned, "and not too deep.  She's never had a
cock before and I don't want you damaging her throat."



   In response, I started a slow, shallow rhythm.  I could imagine what it
looked like, imagine the dirty head of my dick, covered in her juices and
who knew what else, disappearing into her mouth and it excited me.  For her
part, the girl may have been a novice, but she was talented.  Her tongue
swirled around my cock even as I entered and withdrew from her delightful
mouth.  Her lips, as they moved up and down my column, were divine, slowly
alternating pressure.  It combined with the gentle suction and I was soon
gasping, not nearing release but enjoying the sensation of this wonderful
girl as she blew me.



   "Does it feel good, my slave?" my Mistress questioned me in a whisper,
her voice breathing in my ear.  "You've now taken all of her cherries. 
Your wonderful cock has been in her pussy, her ass and her mouth.  Of
course, you're not done yet.  You won't be done until she eats your cum.  I
want you to spew into her mouth, make her taste you, make her savor your
flavor before swallowing your load."



   Mistress moved behind me, her lips on my back, her arms around my slowly
thrusting stomach.  "You can't believe how sexy this is, how wonderful you
look.  How glorious the sight of your cock plunging into her virgin mouth
is.  I want you to imagine it, imagine her cunt sopping with your juices.
Maybe you've made a baby in there...if not, you will.  I promise you that.
Does that excite you, thinking of putting a baby in this 16-year old's
tummy?"



   I groaned, the feel of her mouth now exquisite torture.  I was slightly
ashamed, but the thought of a young girl's tummy swelling with a child - MY
CHILD - did excite me.  It was strange, though, how the tummy I saw
swelling in my mind's eye belonged to my wife.



   "I think it's time you looked at this, my slave," Mistress whispered,
her hands crawling up my shoulders, up my neck to the back of my head.  "I
think it's time you saw how beautiful your cock looks plunging into her
willing mouth."



   I blinked as the blindfold was removed.  The dungeon was painted black
and dark, but there was a bright light directly in front of me.  Slowly, my
eyes returned to normal and I started to look down, following the chains
that met in the ceiling and flowed down to the steel table below.  Marie's
feet were exquisitely delicate with toenails painted a bright green.  Her
ankles rivaled my Mistress' own, subtle and inviting.  Her legs, held
splayed by cuffs and chains, were supple and lean, with delicate calves
flowing up over dainty knees and into rounded, delightful thighs.  I gazed
at her sex, her lips swollen and puffy, the proof of our coupling evident
as drops between her lips.  Her hips flared around that sex, offering it
almost as a plate and they flowed up to a stomach that was entirely too
flat with a dimple in the center that begged my tongue to explore it.  Her
breasts were projections of heaven, round, soft orbs capped by pale circles
and nipples that were extended at least a half inch.  They weren't overly
large, maybe a middle or large C-cup, but they were perfectly formed with
no hint of sag.  They so resembled my Mistress' that for a bare moment I
thought it was her lying there, yet I could feel her arms behind me.



   To either side, Marie's arms were pulled straight and away, cuffs and
chains lashing them to the sides of the table.  Her thin, short, delicate
fingers were opening and closing of their own volition and I smiled as I
realized that the color on her fingernails perfectly matched the green tint
on her toenails.  Her neck was gentle and soft, and I watched it work
realizing it was swallowing the saliva that was bathing my erect member. 
Then, there was a rounded chin and an extended mouth, extended around the
hard flesh of my cock.  The head was angled over the edge of the table and
I watched as I slowly moved my hips forward and back, watching my cock
enter and leave that divine orifice.  Peering around my hard dick, I found
a button nose that seemed too delicate for such a beautiful, innocent face.
Dark red hair streamed around her head, flowing down towards the ground,
revealing small, half rounded ears with delicate lobes.  Her eyes were
closed, with a light green eye shadow above them...but she looked so
peaceful, so wonderful...and so vaguely familiar.



   My brow furrowed as my brain righted that face, removing my member from
the picture.  The mouth closed, the hair flowed down; the picture seemed so
familiar, as if I should know that face.  Then, as I watched, her eyes
opened, revealing orbs of sea green, bright and twinkling and I gasped even
as my cock moved forward and back in her welcoming mouth.  I knew who this
was, and my heart turned cold.



   "Oh my god," I said in fear, turning to my Mistress who had walked
around me to watch my face.  "Syl...that's Megan...how could you?!?"

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