After her spanking, Roberta sat on my lap happily, albeit a little gingerly. I think she missed cuddling as much as she missed being given limits. It made me think there was more to Peter than a lack of leadership. I would find that out if that was the case and fix that also. Right now, I had to concentrate on her side of the relationship.
“Now then, my little whore, we need to come up with a name for you. A pet name… something to call you besides your regular name. I use your regular name, Roberta, as your safe word. No one calls out their own name during sex! So we need a pet name for you. Usually pet names are something endearing like jewel or princess or something, but there’s no rule on it. Some women even like derogatory names like cunt or slut. So what shall we call you – do you have any preferences?” I asked her.
“Well, Master, if I have my choice of names, is it okay if you just continue to call me whore? You see I am one of those women who likes being treated like a slut, like a whore. I get turned on by being humiliated and degraded. That’s another thing Peter never did. To him, I’m his angel and sweetheart, when I want to be his whore and his cumslut. I want to be told I’m nothing more than a fuckhole. He never got that. That’s why I found a man that treated me rough and called me nasty things,” she said.
“Very well, whore it is then,” I said. And I filed away the information about her getting turned on by being humiliated – that would come in handy as well!
“Now that we have that out of the way, stand up,” I said. She got up off my lap and stood before me with her hands at her sides as before. I pulled her a step or two closer, “Spread your legs, whore. I want to see that dripping hole of yours!” I said. She smiled a little and spread her legs wider. I slipped my legs between them just enough to make it impossible for her to close them again, but with enough room for me to reach between her thighs.
“Don’t move those hands or it will be back over my knee, but even worse this time!” I warned. I reached between her legs and began fingering her wet, slick cunt. I started by tracing my fingertip around the steaming slit, drawing an outline of her swollen puffy lips, raking my fingers through her fur patch, and gently running up the split. I didn’t make any entry yet, not even parting her lips. I wanted to draw out her need first. And it wasn’t hard to do. When she felt my fingers in her sex, Roberta began moaning loud and long.
“Ohhhh God, Master… please… please…” she whimpered.
I reached under her with my other hand and with both, I gently pulled on her fat pussy lips, tugging them and pulling them apart. Roberta moaned and moved her hips as my fingers played with her outer lips. I looked up to see her eyes glazed over and her mouth open as she fell further into her own lusts. This was a woman in serious need of a good fucking!
Well, she would get plenty of that in the coming weeks! For now, though, I let my fingers have some fun. I pulled and tugged and rolled her swollen lips between my fingers as she rolled her hips, clawing at her legs with her fingertips as she struggled to keep them in place.
Roberta moaned and whimpered and cooed as my fingers toyed with her. And I enjoyed all the sounds she was making, but I wanted to keep the pressure on her. So after a bit, I moved inside her a little – just to the entrance to her opening. I felt her slick inner pussy lips and the heat coming from deep within her. Her moans took a more desperate, needy pitch… she wanted me inside her, if only just my fingers.
“Please Master… go inside me…” she whimpered softly.
“What’s that?” I asked, teasing her.
“Please go inside… inside me… please, Master…” she repeated.
“You mean you want me to fingerfuck your cunt, whore? Is that what you want?” I asked.
“Yes! Ohhh, Master please! Please…” she pleaded.
“Use your words. Tell me what you want,” I said.
“Master please! Please fuck my cunt with your fingers! Ohh, God, please Master, make me cum, please!” she cried, sobbing now.
I smiled as she pleaded. I had told her I would make her beg, and she had. Actually, I thought she might be tougher to crack on that, but that’s fine. She must have been more ready to submit than I first figured. All she needed was someone to make her beg.
I shoved two finger up inside the dripping cunt and Roberta lost her mind.
“OHMYGOD!! OH FUCK YES!! Fuck me Master! Fuck my cunt with your fingers! Ohhh yess!” she howled as she ground her hips against my hands. I saw her rake her fingers against her thighs wanting desperately to use them someplace else.
“Those hands want something to do, don’t they? You would love to play with your nipples, pinching and pulling on them as I finger this sloppy, drooling cunt, wouldn’t you, whore? You’d love to claw at those big tits and lick and suck those fat nipples, wouldn’t you?” I said, emphasizing my words with short jabs into her pussy.
“Ohhh, FUCK Master! Yes! Please please let me play with my nipples! Ohhh God I am going to cum!” she said as she thrust her hips forward onto my fingers. I used my thumb to rub her clit a few times just to increase her stress. Then just as I felt she was about to explode, I jerked my hand clear and pushed her back away from me a bit.
“Master? What’s wrong, Master?” she asked, surprised.
“Nothing is wrong, whore. I just didn’t want you to cum, that’s all,” I told her.
“But Master, I was so close! Did I do something wrong?” she asked, panting heavily, puzzled why I stopped just as she was about to reach a much needed orgasm.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You just haven’t earned an orgasm yet. Here in my house you have to earn privileges and you haven’t. The spanking you got wiped the slate clean and you start at zero. You came here with a deficit, but the spanking reset that. Now you will need to earn the privilege of cumming. You should consider yourself lucky – you have a bed to sleep in and I allow you to speak when you want to. I know of some Masters that don’t allow their submissives even those privileges! Their subs sleep on a mat on the floor and cannot speak unless spoken to first.
Gorean Masters, are even harsher. They beat their slaves for whatever reason they can come up with – if they had a bad day, if their coffee wasn’t just right, or if they just feel like getting out some aggression, they can and do take it out on their slaves. I am pretty mild and generous by comparison,” I told her.
“Yes, Master, but how do I earn the privilege of cumming?” she asked.
“Well, doing as I have told you already is a good start. Dressing nice and taking pains to look attractive for me, following orders and commands promptly and without question or complaint, looking for ways to do little things that you know will make me happy, showing me that you are trying to learn what I am teaching – those things will show me that you are trying and that will earn you privileges. I am not a hard man, whore… you work with me and you will be rewarded,” I said.
“Yes, Master. I will try, honest,” she said.
“By the same token, however, when you are denied an orgasm like today, you will not seek it on your own, Understand? There is not to be any cumming without permission – either on your own or by me. When I am toying with you or fucking you, you will ask to cum… I will decide then if I will allow it. And there is absolutely no masturbation of any sort without my permission, understand? I grant the privilege of cumming – you don’t seek it yourself,” I warned her.
“Yes, Master. I understand,” she said.
“Now, I have some work to do in my office and you have dishes and laundry to do. This is a working household I’m afraid, so you’d better get to it!” I told her.
“Yes Master,” she said. She turned to leave. “Hold on whore, you haven’t been dismissed. Submissives ask to be excused from their Master’s presence.”
“Sorry, Master. May I be excused to do my work?” she asked.
“That’s better,” I said, kissing her on the forehead. “Yes you may.” She smiled and went off happily to do her chores while I went into the office to catch up on some paperwork.
A couple hours later I was sitting in the living room relaxing when Roberta came in. “Master, I have done the dishes and the laundry is just finishing up. Is there, anything else?”
“No, that’s it for now. Dinner isn’t for a little while… you can relax if you like,” I told her.
“Thank you, Master. Master you look tired… did you have a lot to do in your office?” she asked.
“Just some paperwork that has been nagging at me,” I said.
“Poor Master. Master, may I be excused for a moment? I’ll be right back,” she asked.
“Yes go ahead,” I said. She padded off quietly while I closed my eyes to rest for a bit. She was gone for less than a minute when she came back.
“Here you go, Master. I brought you an ice cold beer to help you relax,” she said, kneeling in front of me and holding the beer and a cold glass. “I wasn’t sure if you liked it in a glass or straight from the bottle.” She smiled at me.
I took the bottle, returning her smile and poured it into the glass. She got up and went around behind me and began massaging my neck and shoulders. “Mmm that feels good,” I said as she worked the tightness from my muscles. Paperwork always gets me wound up… it’s the part of my job I dislike the most. Keeping up with the paperwork is always a pain in the neck – literally. But Roberta was working those stiff muscles and knots out very well and I was relaxing under her skilled hands.
“Feeling better, Master?” she said as she finished up.
“Much better, thank you,” I said.
“Well I had better get started on dinner. May I be excused, Master?” she asked.
“Just a second,” I pulled her around so I could see her next to me. “Thank you for the beer and the massage,” I said looking her in the eye. Roberta smiled and I let go of her hand. She nearly skipped off she was so happy she had pleased me. I heard her humming to herself in the kitchen as she prepared dinner.
Once dinner was ready, Roberta came into the living room to get me. As I had taught her, she came in quietly and knelt down in front of me in her kneeling posture. “Master, dinner is ready,” she said looking down. I stood up, offering her my hand and pulled her up.
Before we moved though, I hooked a finger under her chin and raised her face to mine. “That’s much better. Good girl,” I said. Roberta smiled and I took her hand walking her into the dining room. I seated her and then went to sit myself. She served up dinner and then waited as she should until I took the first bite.
“Do you like it, Master?” she asked.
“It is delicious, my little whore,” I said. She was pleased that I was pleased. We ate dinner and afterwards she asked to be excused to clear the table. When she had the table cleared and the dishes in the dishwasher, I took her hand and led her into the living room. I sat down on the sofa this time instead of my recliner because as I sat down I pulled her onto my lap, straddling my legs.
“I am please how you are progressing in your program, whore. You seem to be taking this to heart and that makes me happy,” I said.
“Thank you, Master. But I have to confess that when Peter told me that I was going to have to do this or it was divorce for us, I did go online to do some research on what being a submissive was so I knew a little bit about how to act and behave,” she said.
“So this has all been an act – you have just been going through the motions here?” I asked, getting a bit angry that I may have been being played.
“Oh no, Master! God no! I didn’t mean that! I just meant that I looked up how to act and behave so I could be better at it. No, I would never try to fool you – you would see through it in a moment. I just wanted to do my best and knowing what was expected would help me. I really do love my husband, Master… I know I have been a real bitch to him and I do want to change. So I wanted to learn all I could going in and with your help, Master, I will be a better wife to Peter,” she said.
“Well, I will do what I can to help you,” I told her.
“I know, Master… and I appreciate it more than you know,” she said. I kissed her affectionately on the forehead and she smiled at me.
“Master, may I ask something?” she said.
“What is it, whore?”
“May I… um… would you… kiss me?” she asked, haltingly. She wasn’t sure if that was allowed – both as a Master and sub, and as a professional counselor and patient.
I reached out and put my hand on the back of her neck, pulling her forward into my kiss. I kissed her long and hard, giving her a real heartfelt kiss. As she realized what I was doing, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me back. I could sense her kiss was genuine, passionate, and almost urgent – like she needed the kiss to feel wanted.
Something in her kiss told me that she hadn’t been truly kissed in a long time. Peter was an idiot – this was a warm, caring, desirable woman who just needed to feel like she was appreciated and that she mattered.
As I kissed her warm sweet mouth I let my hands roam where they wanted. They made their way up from her hips along her ribcage until they were even with her eager tits. I hadn’t yet played with her full, firm, and beautiful tits aside from a little teasing, and I had avoided her sensitive nipples altogether. It was time to see how responsive she was to my toying with her tits.
She had her arms wrapped around my neck and I had her attention centered in the kiss, so my hands were not hindered in their search for her fat, swollen nipples and as they found their intended target, the first thing I noticed was how hard they were. Her buds were hard as pebbles!
I began just brushing my fingers across the hard nubs, flicking them lightly, just so she knew I was there. I felt her moan softly into my mouth and press closer to me. I took her nipples between my fingers rolling them and playfully tugging them and then suddenly letting go. Each time I did she gave a little gasp. I pinched them a bit harder and felt her wriggle as the sensation reached her brain. A little louder moan and she held my neck a bit tighter.
Then I pinched them hard, intentionally testing her. I pulled them up a bit as I pinched them, making her gasp loudly and whimper, finally pulling away from me. “Oww! Oww! Ouch! Master!” she said in protest.
“Did I say I was finished kissing you, whore?” I said gruffly. She went back to kissing me and after a moment I relaxed my hold on her nipples, rubbing them gently. Roberta relaxed again and mewled her delight in my tender caresses. I moved her around so she was laying lengthwise on the sofa. I lay on top of her kissing her neck, then kissing my way down to her tits. She knew where I was headed and she moaned and writhed, hoping I would hurry to my destination.
I did reach my destination and hovered over her luscious tits for a moment. I looked into her pleading eyes. She wanted to ask but didn’t know if she should. I waited there for a moment as she trembled in anticipation.
“Ask,” I said.
“Master, please suck my tits… please, I want you to…” she softly said.
I smiled and leaned down, sucking one hard aching nipple into my mouth. My tongue ran over the bud and swirled around it as she arched her back, pushing it deeper into my mouth.
“Ohhhh Gaawwd!!” she moaned loudly. Her hand instinctively went behind my head to force my mouth down on her tit and I sucked more of her tender meat into my mouth. I began feasting on her tender morsels, alternating between them so that both sent pleasure signals to her brain. Roberta moaned and squirmed happily as I made a meal of her tits, wrapping her legs around my waist as I chewed on her.
Roberta was really getting into my mouth on her tits and I could tell that she was getting aroused. I could smell her scent from her dampening pussy and I heard her moaning increase in both volume and intensity. I let her get to a fever pitch once again and then I stopped, sitting up and turning on the television.
“Master!” she said, frustrated that I lead her on again.
“What’s the matter, whore?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
“Master, why did you stop? I have been good – you said so yourself!” she whined.
“Yes, that is true, you have been coming along. But one day of proper behavior is hardly a life change. Besides I have a plan – I do not do anything without an eye on the big picture. Everything will become clear as time goes on, trust me.” I said.
“Yes, Master. Of course,” she said, obviously dispirited.
I pulled her to her feet giving her another kiss. “It will work out, whore, it really will. I’ve done this before, you’ll see. You trust me don’t you?” I said.
“Yes, of course,” she said.
“Good girl,” I said.
* * * * *
Sunday morning I woke up and went in to get her up as usual. I went into the living room to wait and to read the Sunday paper. I heard the typical noises of her taking a shower and getting dressed, but it seemed like it took a little longer today. I figured she was just running a bit behind so I put it out of my mind. As I heard her hit that last squeaky step, I listened to her footsteps and they sounded different today – she was wearing heels! I got up at that and turned to look just as she came around the corner.
Roberta looked magnificent! She had put on a sexy white lace bustier that fastened in the front with a pink ribbon tie. The bustier had attached garters which she had hooked to white semi-sheer stockings. The footsteps I heard were due to her pink open toe four inch open-toe heels. She had put on her makeup perfectly, just the way I liked it, with dark night-time type eye makeup and mascara, luscious red lipstick, and a hint of blush on the cheeks. Her hair was done in a neat ponytail with two curly little strands framing her beautiful face. She was stunning.
“I hope you like my outfit, Master,” she said softly as she stood there in the entrance to the living room.
Rather than say something (I was afraid my voice would crack or I would stumble over my words, I was that enamored of her), I walked up to her slowly as I drank her in with my eyes. I stepped up to her and put an arm around her holding her close.
“You look beautiful, Roberta,” I said.
She looked at me oddly. “Master… you called me by my name!” she said.
“Well, you look magnificent and I wanted you to know I wasn’t playing around. I am very impressed.”
“Awww, thank you, Master. I am so glad you are pleased'” she said, grinning broadly.
We had breakfast in our usual manner and then I took her into the living room. She was so beautiful I almost didn’t want to “unwrap” her, but I knew she was expecting me to make use of her efforts. I’d had a difficult time eating that morning because I was so busy looking at her. And she caught me staring a few times, smiling shyly and looking down as she did.
I sat on the sofa and had her stand in front of me as I slowly undressed her, taking my time with her ribbon tie and bustier. Fortunately, her stockings were the type that stay up even without the garter, so I left them and her heels on (I like a woman to wear heels to bed – it’s so slutty!)
I pulled her close and put my hands on her bare ass I began by kissing her neck and then her shoulder. I moved down to her tits and began licking and sucking them as she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. I pushed her legs apart and as I chewed, sucked, and licked on her eager nipples, my hands found their amusement at the entrance to her sopping pussy.
As she moaned and ground her pussy on my hand, I parted her lips and sent two fingers deep inside her squirming around and teasing her tunnel. She humped my hand hoping that I would allow her to reach her long awaited orgasm this time. Maybe this time…
But it was not to be. Just as she was nearing the top of Orgasm Mountain and I was getting ready to deny her again, the doorbell rang, scaring us both. She jumped back off my hand and looked at me, unsure if she should answer the door or not dressed the way she was. “Go into the kitchen until I see who it is,” I told her so as to save her from any undue embarrassment. She quickly scurried into the kitchen, hiding from view as I went to the door. I looked through the peephole and instantly recognized who it was.
“It’s okay whore, you can answer the door,” I said. She peeked out from around the corner and looked at me as if to say ‘Are you sure?’. I waved her towards the door and she went to answer it.
“C-can I help you?” she said to the woman at the door.
“Yes, is Dr. Price home?” she said.
“Yes… please come in,” Roberta said. She brought the woman into the living room to see me.
“Ahh hello Angela! So nice to see you, again. How have you been?” I asked the woman visitor.
“Ohh, Master! It’s just been awful! Mark and I have split up and I don’t know what I’m going to do!” she said, stepping into my arms as I held her sobbing on my shoulder.
“Oh dear! Come sit down and tell me what happened.” I looked at Roberta, “Bring us all a glass of wine, won’t you?” I told her.
“So is she your latest?” Angela asked as Roberta turned to leave.
“Yes. Now tell me what happened with you and Mark,” I said. Angela began to recount the whole story of how her and Mark split up. Roberta came back with three glasses of wine and the bottle on a tray.
“Roberta, this is Angela, a former client. She had a lot of the same problems as you, and I helped her the same way. Angela this is Roberta,” I said introducing the two girls.
“Master, I have some housework to do… may I be excused? This is something you two need your privacy on anyway,” Roberta said.
“Thank you. Yes, you may be excused,” I told her with a smile.
“Master, what am I going to do? Mark was everything. But I guess he just couldn’t keep the Dominant thing going. It was great at first. He was a wonderful Dom and I did my very best to be a good submissive. But then he started to falter, not being firm and decisive on his commands. He wanted to know what I thought all the time and started looking to me to make the decisions, not wanting to do anything I would disagree on. He went back to the old Mark – the Mark that couldn’t make up his own mind… the same windsock that made us come to you to begin with!” Angela said.
“Angela like I explained to you both when I worked with you, I can show you the changes that need to be made and I can help you see where you are going wrong. But I cannot change who you are fundamentally. If you are not a Dom deep inside, I can show you how to act and behave like one, but I can’t make you one. Sometimes though, acting and behaving like a Dom is enough – it gives you a basis to work on your relationship with. But sometimes it’s not enough, especially when one partner can’t or won’t hold up their side. Sorry it didn’t work out for you, Angela,” I said, holding her hands.
“That’s okay, Master. You did wonderfully, it’s not your fault. You know, I’ve thought a lot about you the last few months. I enjoyed being your slut and your submissive,” she said.
“Well I have thought about you too and wondered how you and Mark were getting along,” I said.
“So how is your new toy doing? How long have you been working with her?” Angela asked.
“We just got started Friday so she hasn’t gotten too into the program yet, but she will do okay,” I said, not being too specific.
“Well, I sure enjoyed ‘the program’!” she said giggling.
“You were a good submissive once you got the right mindset. But that took a little doing didn’t it!” I said with a smile.
“Yeah I was a bit of a pain!” she admitted, “How is she doing in that regard?”
“She is coming around. I think she is just about ready to begin learning. I have wiped out her old habits already,” I said.
“Wow, she must be a lot easier to work with than I was. I didn’t start ‘learning’ until the second week!” Angela remarked.
“Well we all have old habits to rid ourselves of. Some of us can do it easier than others. It doesn’t make us bad people, just that we’ve been through more,” I said.
“That’s true. I sure wish I was in her place though. She doesn’t know what fun she is in for!” Angela said.
“Well thank you Angela. I’m glad you enjoyed your stay here,” I said, kissing her hand.
“Master, I just had an idea. If it would be okay with you, perhaps she could watch a sub in action? Maybe if she saw what a submissive does and how she acts, it might bring her along a little faster?” Angela suggested.
“You mean you would like to be a demonstration?” I asked.
“Yes. Master, I have to be honest with you, I really need you. You always knew how to make me feel better, make me feel appreciated and worthwhile. I could use some validation right about now. I could do with a “good girl” compliment,” she said, looking down.
“You are a good girl, slut. A little headstrong and full of yourself at first, but you came around to be a good submissive,” I said.
“Thank you, Master. That really means a lot right now,” she said, her voice quivering. I looked at her and saw a tear slowly make it’s way down her cheek.
“Wait here, Angela,” I told her. She nodded her head and I left her sitting there to find Roberta.
“Whore, something has come up that is unusual, but something I think I can use to my advantage. Leave your chores for a bit, I have a little demonstration to show you.” I said.
“A demonstration, Master?” she said, a bit unsure about this.
“Yes, whore. Now you trust me don’t you? You know I wouldn’t do anything without your best interests in mind right?” I asked her.
“Yes, Master I trust you completely,” she said.
“Good girl. Now go upstairs and get undressed. I love this outfit and don’t want anything to happen to it,” I told her. She left and headed upstairs to do as I said.
I went back to Angela and told her what I had planned. “Now go into the bathroom and get yourself ready, slut. And be quick about it – you know I don’t like waiting for you!” I said.
She smiled, “Yes, Master, I remember!”
I went upstairs and found Roberta waiting there for me. I got out some rope, a pair of adjustable nipple clamps, and a Venus Butterfly vibrator. “Here, put this on. The straps go around your legs and waist and this sits right on that naughty little cunt!” I said. She put it on and I checked the straps and placement. Then I made her sit in a chair in my bedroom that I had turned to face the bed. I had pulled it close for a very good view of the “action” that would soon be occurring.
Once she had sat down in the chair, I put her legs up and tied them to the arms of the chair wide spread so I could get a good view of her pussy. I tied her arms up over the back of the chair so she was unable to touch herself. Another set of ropes around her waist and the chair back would keep her solidly in place.
“Now then I am going to put these clamps on your nipples. I know they are sensitive and you’ve never had your nipples clamped so these are adjustable They will be firm but not full strength,” I said. I attached them and she moaned at the new sensations they gave her.
“Now wait here, I’ll be right back,” I said and left her wondering what was going on. A minute or two later I returned with a naked Angela crawling beside me, my hand holding firmly to the ponytail “leash” I had made of her hair.
“Whore, I am going to show you how a good submissive treats her Master. This slut has been through the program and has volunteered to be a demonstration for your benefit. Pay close attention and watch her behavior and her attitude when serving her Master,” I said.
“Y-yes, Master…” she said, squirming a bit. This was something new – she had never been involved in anything like this. She had never been naked and exposed like this, watching another couple. She was being “cuckqueened” – made to watch while her “man” fucked another woman!
“Okay, slut, up on the bed. You know what to do – get into position. Head down, ass up! Let’s go!” I barked my command. Angela smiled and jumped to obey. She got up on the edge of the bed at the foot, kneeling with her legs spread wide, her face planted on the mattress and her back arched so her ass stuck high in the air.
“Now, pull that pussy apart and let me see how wet you are!” I said. She reached behind her and pulled her asscheeks apart to reveal her pink hole. I saw the beginnings of wetness that she was getting from the crawling and anticipation of what I would be doing to her shortly.
“That’s a pitiful sight – you aren’t the least bit wet! You know better than that, slut! You should be dripping for me!” I gave a overly dramatic sigh, “I guess I will just have to help you with that!” I got out the Hitachi Wand I kept for just such occasions and plugged it in. When I clicked it on, Angela moaned loudly, a giant shudder running through her body. “Yes, you remember my friend, don’t you! You remember what he does to you when I use him, don’t you?” I said chuckling evilly.
“Ohhh, God!” Angela moaned.
“That’s right, slut… you do remember. Now hold that pussy open so I can reacquaint you two!” I said. Angela reached back and held her pussy open. I clicked the switch turning the Wand on and began by running it slowly up the inside of her smooth spread thighs. I moved it slowly up one leg and down the other, making sure I didn’t come in contact with anything too sensitive. I got close, agonizingly close, but I didn’t touch her pussy. Then I circled her pussy, going around the slit but still not touching it directly. Finally, as she wriggled and moaned for me to touch her, I brought the buzzing toy to her swollen outer lips.
“Ohhh FUUCK!” Angela squealed and let go of her ass, grasping at the sheets instead.
I instantly turned the machine off. “You fucking slut! Who told you you could move your hands?”I shouted at her. I grabbed a big handful of hair and hauled her upright on her knees.
“I’m sorry Master!” she cried, “I couldn’t help it! You know that damn machine beats me everytime!”
“That’s no excuse. You came to me because you wanted fucked, right? Don’t lie to me, either slut!”
“Yes, Master!”
“And I didn’t have a problem with that – you’ve always been a hot piece of ass. But you came here wearing panties! Now you know the rule I have about not wearing panties! I was willing to overlook even that, though. But when I saw those panties were dry… okay, now we have a problem. As a slut – especially one that I have trained, you should always have a wet pussy, and therefore wet panties if you must wear them. I hate a dry fuck. If you came here looking to get a cock injection, you should at the very least made it a pleasurable experience!
And now you go and move your hands just when I am trying to make that dry fuckhole wet enough to use – and without permission! Looks like you need a good sound spanking to remind you where you are and who you are dealing with slut!” I growled menacingly.
“OH GOD MASTER YES! Please spank me! Please spank me hard then fuck my abused ass! Ohhh fuck, Master, please please!” she cried out, almost hysterical with need. “Please! Use your belt, your paddle, or crop… I don’t care, just whip my naughty ass until I can’t sit down, then fuck me senseless! Make me your slut again, Master! Please!”
“Well I hadn’t planned on working you today, but I can see that you need to be reminded. And my whore over there can watch while she is entertained by her little butterfly friend,” I said. “Go get me a paddle, and my crop, then. You remember where I keep everything. Then go in and get the baby oil. We don’t want to damage that ass… at least not until I damage it, fucking it raw!”
She jumped off the bed to go get the things I wanted while I talked to Roberta. I flicked the switch on the butterfly and she gasped as it started buzzing her box. “Now whore, I need to tend to this slut, but you can watch the fun and my little butterfly here will babysit you as you watch. Remember what I told you about cumming without permission… or you will be next!”
Angela came bounding back in setting the things I had requested on the bed. “Here you go, Master. Your paddle, and crop, are right here. I brought the baby oil from the bathroom too,” she said eagerly.
“Okay then, bend over,” I told her. She bent over the edge of the bed and I began applying the baby oil. As I did, I explained to Roberta why I use baby oil. “I use baby oil whenever I plan on doling out a serious spanking, using something more than my hand. It protects the skin from splitting and bleeding and it also has a wonderful heat retention property – it makes the burn last a lot longer so I don’t have to work as hard to get the same effect!”
I squirted some baby oil over her ass and began to rub it in. Angela mewled and wiggled her ass happily as she felt my hand caressing her cheeks. I squirted a bit on her pussy lips and as I rubbed it around her mewling became very vocal and excited moaning. She raised her ass to my hand and spread her legs. I slipped a couple fingers inside her hungry cunt and fingerfucked her a bit, just to get her a little more hot and bothered.
Angela’s moaning increased and she began pushing back against my fingers. I sawed into her cunt as she got more and more worked up. Her breathing quickened and her legs trembled. I knew she was getting very aroused. I looked over at Roberta and she was laying in her chair, head to one side and her eyes closed. I knew she was almost at the point of no return as well. It was time to begin.
I clicked off Roberta’s butterfly, which made her eyes snap open and she realized what had happened. She was almost to the point of crying, but that was good – I wanted her ready for when I did grant her release. I turned my attention to Angela, and I pulled my hand out of her slick cunt, again to her dismay. I looked at the tools I had at my disposal and decided to use the paddle first.
Before I applied the paddle to her ass, I decided to prep her a bit – it had been awhile since she’d had a good spanking. So I started giving her a few smacks with my hand. I wanted her ass to be ready for more serious abuse so I “pinked it up” a little with a few bare-handed smacks. Angela loved them and she gasped and moaned as I gave her several on each cheek, alternating them. Roberta recalled her own spanking and I could see she was enjoying the sights and sounds in her own way.
“Now we can begin,” I said. Wiping my hands off on a shop rag dampened with grease-cutting dish soap and water, I picked up the wooden paddle Angela had brought.
The paddle was sixteen inches long with a six inch handle. The paddle part was four inches wide at the handle tapering to three inches at the end. It was made of three-eighths inch oak plywood, sanded smooth with rounded corners. I kept it the natural color only sealing it with urethane so it wouldn’t absorb sweat and fluids. It was a very formidable and intimidating tool especially for one who had already met it!
I took paddle in hand and gave her a couple fairly light smacks on the ass, letting her feel the wooden paddle they were enough to give a good sound when they hit but they didn’t hurt. In fact, Angela moaned as she felt the impact of my paddle against her flesh. She wriggled her ass enjoying the slight burn. Her enjoyment would soon change…
Then, suddenly and without any warning, I began giving her full-power smacks. Her eyes grew as big as dinner plates and her jaw dropped open. At first the scream didn’t come; it was as if the shock and surprise occurred before she could process the scream. But then coming from some place primal, a scream that told me that the message had been received in her brain. The connection between her ass and her brain had been established. Now to make the meaning of the message clear!
I gave this slut a rapid-fire barrage of swats with the paddle, not letting her have any time between each to recover or even catch her breath. I alternated cheeks making sure I covered every inch of those sweet round globes and even went down to give the backs of her thighs a couple swats each. Angela squealed and screamed, writhed and twisted. She did everything she could to try to avoid the next swat, but it came so quickly she didn’t have a chance to get away.
After forty good smacks, eighteen on each ass cheek with two smacks on the backs of each thigh, she was a trembling mess. But I knew Angela and she wouldn’t be happy with just that – she needed more. So without hesitation, I put down the paddle, picking up the crop.
Flipping her over onto her back I roughly shoved her legs apart, opening her crotch to my view…. and to my crop! I gave the insides of each thigh a smack with the crop – not full strength but enough to make it sting good. I moved back and forth starting just above her knees and working my way up, alternating legs towards her dripping cunt.
To finish off my work on her lower body, I gave her a good smack directly on her clit – again not hard enough to cause permanent damage to the sensitive bud, but it did tear a scream from her throat. She lay there moaning and writhing as her mind tried to process all that I had done. I gave her a couple moments while I went over to Roberta. I clicked on the butterfly vibe in her pussy and she tensed up, feeling the sensations race from her clit to her brain.
To increase her Butterfly’s effectiveness, I used my hand to press the device harder into her crotch. At the same time I pulled up on the chain connecting the nipple clamps, pulling her nipples and tits up in the air. With her bound in the chair as she was, she was unable to follow them, causing stress to her tender nipples. I jiggled the hand pushing on the Butterfly vibe making her gasp and her legs tremble.
“Ohh God! Oh my God, Master!” she cried.
“Yes, whore, feel the way my Butterfly teases your tormented cunt. You want to cum so badly don’t you? It’s been so long since you have cum hasn’t it whore?” I said, taunting her, driving her passions higher and making her desire burn hotter.
“Yes, Master, Please! Oh God, please make me cum, Master! Please I beg you, please make me cum!” she whimpered.
I clicked off the Butterfly vibe as she sat there panting and sobbing. I untied her and grabbing a handful of hair, I dragged her over to the bed. “Get on the bed and straddle this slut. I want you two holding hands with your pussy over hers. I am going to fuck the two of you and you are going to watch each other getting fucked,” I said.
Roberta got into position, straddling Angela who was still on the bed laying on her back with her legs spread. They interlocked their fingers as Roberta held Angela’s hands down. Roberta’s dripping pussy was directly over and about a foot above Angela’s. The perfect position for me to alternate fucking them both!
