Roberta stood in front of me in that restaurant bathroom stall. I had brought her in there before we sat down for lunch because she had drunk a soda on the way into town and she was very close to peeing her pants when we pulled into the parking lot. Once I had let her do her business, I swapped places with her and, taking my pants down, took a seat on the toilet.
She looked down at me for a second then, without arguing, sank to her knees, took me in her mouth, and began sucking my cock. I think she was finally learning that arguing or protesting a command did her no good at all.
“Rub that wet little pussy for me while you suck my cock. Rub your pussy and masturbate for me like the whore you are!” I said.
“Mmmphh!” she moaned around my cock. Her left hand moved from my knee and disappeared under her. I could feel the shudder run through her as she touched herself. As she bobbed up and down on my hard cock, her fingers plunged in and out of her sopping pussy keeping perfect time.
In the small cubicle, we were in, her sucking moans and the wet squish of her fingers made beautiful music. I wrapped my fingers into her soft hair guiding her and pushing her further down on my cock. I enjoyed my whore’s warm, wet mouth until I felt the rumbling in my nuts, signalling my orgasm was approaching. I pushed her off my cock and pulled her to her feet, spinning her around and plopping her back down on my lap, reverse cowboy style as my cock slipped neatly into her wet cunt.
“Ohhh GOD!” she said as I entered her fully. I reached around her with both hands, holding her close as one hand went to her tit, pinching and tugging on her hard, fat nipple while the other hand went to her clit, rubbing it and flicking it gently.
Roberta was still extremely aroused from the trip thus far. Her orgasm in the car and then the slutty way she blew the young man at the toy store had her libido on overdrive. She rode my cock like the whore she was and moaned her lustful desire with every bounce. My cock pistoned in and out of her wet, slick cunt, slowly eroding my own willpower as well. About five minutes into the ride, I could tell it wouldn’t make six.
“I’m going to cum whore… I want you to cum with me. Are you ready?” I panted.
“Yes, Master! Please, please let me cum with you!” she whimpered.
She bounced a little harder and a little faster as we both approached the edge. I rubbed her clit furiously as her moan stretched long and loud. Just as we both reached the tipping point, I pushed her down hard on my cock and she ground her ass into my lap. I blasted the first stream of scalding cum up into her womb which triggered her own orgasm.
“OHYMGODMASTERRRR!!” she cried out, her voice reverberating in the empty room. She flooded my cock with her juices as they poured from her. Some fell between my legs, dripping into the toilet. Some ran down her legs and mine and pooled on the tile floor. Once our orgasm passed, I held her on my lap for a few minutes before we got up and put ourselves back together.
As we exited the stall we were surprised to see we had an audience! Four men were waiting out by the sinks and as we exited the stall we were treated to a round of applause. My whore hung her head and shielded her eyes, blushing red as a tomato as she walked past the men. I nodded to them and followed her out into the restaurant.
“Master, can we just go? Please, this is so embarrassing!” she whispered loudly when we got to our table.
I reached out and took her hand. “No, we are staying. Do not be embarrassed – those men were paying you a compliment. They were applauding because they wished they were fucking you. You should consider it a tribute to your sexiness. Also, you do not need to worry what others think. Your only concern is what I think and when you are back with Peter, what he thinks. Everyone else’s opinions are inconsequential,” I told her.
“Yes, Master. So long as you are pleased, I am pleased,” she said.
After that, we had a nice lunch with some great food. As we finished, Roberta asked to be excused to check her makeup in the restroom (code for wanting to pee before we left to head home!). While she was gone I used my cell phone to check my home messages. There was a message from Peter on my machine, so I called him up to see what he wanted.
“Hello Peter, this is Dr. Price, returning your call,” I said.
“Hello, Dr. Price. I was just calling to see how Roberta is doing,” he said.
“Well your wife and I had a little trouble getting started, I won’t lie to you. But since then we have reached a very satisfactory working relationship and she is coming along fine,” I said.
“Oh dear! I hope she wasn’t too much trouble!” he said.
“Nothing that a good over the knee spanking wouldn’t fix, don’t worry!” I said.
“Well, I hope that she takes this serious and does try to change. You are our last hope doctor. I don’t want to lose her, but the way things were was not acceptable either,” Peter said.
“Perfectly understandable. There can only be one leader and one follower. And it is my opinion that the man should be that leader. I know in this day and age there are those who would argue that point and they are entitled to their view. But if women were supposed to be leaders, why is my business doing so well? Why am I driving a $85,000 BMW if everyone’s relationships are solid and have no problems?” I said.
“You do make a good point. And I know that Roberta and I aren’t the ideal couple. That’s why we came to you. Thank you for the update and I hope all the work you are doing pays off,” he said.
“Well I still have some work to do, but she is coming along right on schedule. I will keep you informed Peter,” I said, as Roberta was approaching. I hung up the phone and stood just as she got to the table.
“That was Peter calling to see how you were doing with your training,” I told her.
“Oh? I hope you gave him a good report?” she asked, smiling coyly.
“I told him that you and I had a bit of a rough start, but that a sound over the knee spanking set you on the right path!” I said.
“Yes it did!” she said, rubbing her bottom. “So how is he doing?”
“Well, he didn’t talk too much about himself, only about your marriage. He said he hopes that this works because he doesn’t want to lose you. But he also can’t go back to the way you two were. I assured him that you were coming along right on schedule and that you were doing good,” I said.
As we walked out to the car, Roberta hanging onto my arm, she quietly asked. “So, Master how AM I doing with my training?”
I didn’t say anything at first but when we reached the car and I opened her door, I turned to her. “You are doing very well, whore. I am proud of the progress you are making and I don’t anticipate any issues coming up. I believe you have the proper mindset and you certainly have the motivation to become a good submissive,” I said.
“Thank you, Master,” she said, kissing my cheek. I seated her and she smiled up at me as I closed her door.
The drive back home was uneventful – we just talked and listened to the radio and had a nice drive home. The traffic was light since we missed the lunchtime rush and was home before the infamous rush hour gridlock hit.
Once we were home and settled, we had a few hours before dinner. We were sitting on the sofa just relaxing when she said: “I had a nice time today Master, it was fun going to town with you and shopping and having lunch.”
“I’m glad. So you didn’t mind the other things – the sex in the car, making you give Tommy at the adult toy store a blowjob, and the restaurant thing?” I asked.
“Oh no, Master! I thought those things were really hot! Of course, I love anytime you put your hands on me, and making me give Tommy a blowjob in that dirty adult toy store and making me suck your cock and fuck you in the men’s room of that restaurant – well I felt so slutty and naughty! It was wonderful! I really felt like a cheap street whore!” she said.
“Well, I’m glad to hear you say that. A good submissive is adaptable and ready to please her Master whenever, wherever, and however he chooses. Just the fact that he asks something of you should make you want to do it for him because he wouldn’t have asked you if it wasn’t going to please him to have you do it. I wouldn’t have had you and Angela play together if I thought two women together was disgusting. And I wouldn’t have had you blow Tommy if I didn’t want to watch you do it,” I said.
“Yes, Master, I understand. Thank you for teaching me,” she said.
“Now, we are going to have pizza tonight so you won’t have to cook. But that also means that you will have time to show me the new toys you bought today. Go get them and bring them back to me. And while you are gone, get undressed as well,” I told her.
Roberta looked at me and cracked a big mischievous grin. “Yes, Master, right away.” She padded off to her bedroom to do as I commanded while I got more comfortable in my recliner, where she would have more room to move and I would get a better view.
The way my living room is arranged, as you walk into it, the sofa is on the left-hand wall and my recliner on the far back wall. The big screen television is on the right-hand wall directly across from the sofa. There is a large wooden coffee table in front of the sofa and a small side table by my recliner. Sitting in my recliner I could easily see when Roberta came into the room, and I watched and listened for her to show up.
I heard the tell-tale creak of the bottom step and heard her feet softly padding down the hallway. Just as she turned to step inside the living room I stopped her. “Put your toy in your mouth and crawl like a dog whore,” I commanded her. Roberta obediently dropped to her knees, putting the pink vibrator sideways in her mouth like a dog would carry a bone, and crawled slowly across the living room floor towards me. I let her get almost to me before I stopped her again. There were only a couple feet left between us when I gave the command “Put it down,” snapping my fingers and pointing to the floor.
She set the vibe on the floor and sat back on her heels, waiting for the next command. “Push it with your nose,” I said. She smiled and put her face down and pushed it the rest of the way to me. “Good girl,” I said, stroking her hair. She nuzzled against my hand like a dog would as I petted her.
“Now whore, I want to see you play with your new toy. Move back a couple feet and I want to watch you use your toy on that wet, naughty, whore cunt,” I said.
She moved back a bit so I could get a better view. “How would you like me, Master?” she asked.
“Lay on your back for starters, spread your legs, and show me how you use your toy on that pretty pink cunt,” I said. I took a cushion off the sofa and tossed it on the floor for her. She lay back against the cushion and seductively spread her legs wide for me. I took a slow sip of the drink she had brought a few minutes earlier and prepared for her show.
Her hand slowly snaked its way down her body, gliding softly over her taut and quivering belly to stop at the top of her mound. During my speech about her appearance when we started her training, I had told her that I preferred my submissives to be shaved so I could see their pussies better. She had taken that to heart and had shaved her blonde pubes clean, which pleased me quite a bit. Now her slick slit glistened beautifully with the beginnings of her moisture.
Her eyes locked on mine, she wantonly spread her pussy lips to show me the pink folds and wetness she had for me inside her slutty cunt. I looked deep into her womanhood as I took another sip of my drink, trying hard not to show any kind of reaction. D/s is as much a mental game as it is a physical one and if I was to show too much interest in what she was doing, it would show weakness and I would be little more than a horny schoolboy peeking through the door into the girl’s locker room in her eyes.
“Very nice,” I said, almost nonchalantly.
“Thank you, Master,” she said proudly. Roberta did have a lovely pussy – one of the nicest I had ever seen – and it felt even better. Still, I had to remain detached and in control of my emotions…
Roberta used her left hand to hold her lovely cunt open to my view while her right-hand held the pink jelly vibe that she had picked out today during our shopping trip. Using a finger to rotate the speed control on the bottom, she felt the vibrator begin buzzing in her hand. She moved the device closer to her damp furrow. I could see how incredibly turned on she was… she was almost dripping and she hadn’t even really started ‘playing’ yet. Being watched and performing were definite turn-ons for this whore!
Roberta began her show. At first, she just rubbed the vibrator gently up and down her pussy lips. She moaned softly, excited about what she was doing. But she knew that I was looking for a very hot, very sexy show. I demanded more from her. So, taking a deep breath, she moved the tip of the vibrator to the opening of her vagina and started to ease it in. She was already so wet from the day’s sexual adventures that she didn’t need any extra lubrication… she’d already had everything from her fingers to my cock in her leaking fuck-hole.
Roberta let out a low moan as she felt her hole gradually stretching to accommodate this wide, long, hard intruder. I don’t think my little whore quite realized the size of the vibrator and she must have overestimated her ability to accept it. Sure she was no virgin, but this toy was pretty good-sized and it did a good job of filling her cunt. Eventually, though, it bottomed out inside her and she was amazed how much of it was inside her! Just the control dial on the bottom was sticking out. She let it sit there for a minute, enjoying the sensations.
She reached up and started to twist and pull on her rock-hard nipples, she loved to have her nipples stimulated when she was having sex – either alone or with someone. Roberta’s nipples were extra sensitive, which for a Master is like icing on the cake! She was startled by the strong, involuntary squeeze her pussy gave the shaft that was inside her. Her cunt was already so full of vibrator that the squeeze was right on that razor’s edge between pleasure and pain. She kept playing with her nipples, and with each tightening of her fuck-hole, her moaning became closer to screaming. She was already so horny she was unaware of my presence.
“Oh god,” she whimpered. “I need a good fuck so much!” she said, without realizing she had spoken aloud.
I was already kneeling beside her when those fateful words passed her lips.
Hearing my command and feeling me shove the vibrator deeper into her sloppy cunt, my whore squealed with pleasure as she came hard. Then she came again and a third time just as hard. Roberta whimpered in protest after cumming for the third time so quickly… her tender little bud was hypersensitized and I was rubbing the pearl raw.
But I wasn’t finished with this whore yet. “You are done when I say you are done, whore!” I growled. Just to show her who was in control here, I increased my torment of her drooling, sopping cunt making her cum again and again. I lost count of how many times she came that afternoon, and I know she was in no condition to count much of anything. I tore orgasm after raging orgasm from that whore’s body, each one stronger than its predecessor, reminding her that she was my plaything, my little cum whore.
Finally, I relented temporarily, leaving Roberta a wet, dripping, sloppy, panting mess. She lay on the floor writhing like a snake and moaning, a shudder ripping through her from time to time as she struggled to work through all that I had wrenched from her.
I was tempted at this time to grab a handful of hair and half drag her to the bedroom, but she wasn’t in any condition to crawl along and hauling her to the bedroom by her hair alone would have hurt her. So I just threw her over my shoulder and carried her into the bedroom, flinging her down on the bed like a sack of potatoes. Roberta groaned as she hit the bed, but she didn’t move.
Knowing she wouldn’t be moving from that spot for awhile, I went to get some rope from my “toy box” – the upholstered storage chest under the window in my bedroom. I keep some bondage gear and “toys” there for when I have special visitors like Roberta over. I tied her ‘spread-eagled’ on the bed, her wrists tied to the two corners of the headboard and her legs tied similarly to the foot board. I had tied them quite securely, but loosely enough so that she could move her arms about six inches in any direction.
Satisfied that she was securely bound, I began undressing. She looked down between her spread legs at the mirrored closet doors, seeing herself in bondage on my bed sent a shudder of excitement through her body. Another one came as she watched me pull my shirt off revealing my ‘wife-beater’ t-shirt. I left that on for a few moments as I began working my belt and pants zipper. I saw Roberta lick her lips as my pants dropped down my legs. She saw the bulge that lay just under the thin cotton of my boxers. And she wanted it badly. I smiled as I watched her reaction, then I removed my t-shirt.
She watched me carefully as I slowly pulled the t-shirt off over my head. Her soft green eyes scanned over my bare chest and she felt tiny ripple thrills as she studied my thick arms. They were powerful arms, capable, she thought, of holding her tight and protecting her from anything. My well-developed chest and trim six-pack stomach showed her that I liked to stay in shape.
I smiled as I watched her, but said nothing. I just stood at the foot of the bed allowing my eyes to crawl up the length of her body. She could feel the heat of my eyes bathing her flesh. My eyes stopped their crawl and rested between her legs. She could feel the direct heat from my eyes burning right into her crotch. A soft, low moan escaped her lips.
I dropped my boxers showing her the bulge she saw earlier was no figment of her imagination. I was very much real and Roberta let out a soft gasp when she saw me fully hard and erect. I climbed into bed at the foot end and slowly crawled forward, moving up between her thighs, but without touching her.
I reached the level of her tits and I blew warm air over the buds. Her nipples hardened quickly as the heat from my mouth warmed them. The I lowered my mouth to suck one of the tender morsels into the place where that heat came from.
“Ohhh,” she moaned arching her back to push her tit higher for me. I gave it a suck and a lick then moved to the other one for its turn to be pleasured. She twisted to push that tit higher for my mouth to enjoy.
After it had been teased a bit I moved up to look at her. “You’ve cum a lot today my sweet whore, but I think there’s more still in there. Let’s see if we can coax another few orgasms from you shall we?” I said grinning evilly.
“Oh God, Master, please…” she started. But I didn’t let her finish that sentence. I slid down her body until my face stopped only inches from her wet mound. She waited, holding her breath knowing, what is about to happen – and dreading it as much as wanting it.
My mouth clamped tightly over her pussy and my tongue slipped between her fat lips. Roberta let out a screech and bucked wildly against my face almost instantly. But her thrashing around was futile, there was no way she was getting out of my ropes. She was trapped, caged with her own lust, and the only thing she could do is try to outlast it.
Roberta’s flesh had been through a lot that day and she was extremely sensitive – it almost hurt to cum again. She didn’t know how but my lips, tongue, and mouth whipped her into such a delicious frenzy that she came yet again, crying and moaning and squealing as once again orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.
With eyes clouded with lust and tears, she looked at me. I finally relented and moved my face away from her pussy. I climbed up her sweat-drenched body until we were at the same level. Kissing her panting mouth, I slid slickly and fully into her.
“MAASSTERRR!!” she groaned as she felt me push deep into her belly. Somewhere in her shattered mind, the idea formed “Move your ass… move your ass up and down. Fuck him! Move your ass and fuck him!” Her hips began to grind a little at first, then her movements got bigger.
She wanted to surround me; wanted to wrap her aching legs around me; wanted to draw all of me into her. But my ropes prevented her from taking charge. She would have to assume a passive role and just allow me to have my way with her. She wasn’t a partner in this. She was a fuckhole – an object. Just a convenient place to put a load of hot cum that I had been carrying all day.
She moaned loudly, she was okay with her lot, she just wanted me to push my hardness further up into her belly. She could feel her ass spread open; feel her mouth open and gasping for air; feel her cunt spread for my entry. She didn’t care what hole I used for my pleasure, just as long as I used one of them. She closed her eyes and her mind blew open with the burning rage of an open furnace. Her arms and legs struggled and strained against my ropes, feeling the pressure of her body’s need.
She felt herself unfolding, throwing off all those days of wanting and being denied as her body opened, and just kept opening. She could feel her cunt start a soft sucking action. She could feel my cock swimming in her deep, dark, wet, hungry, passionate hole.
I sank into her fully. Her belly expanded and rose. Her cheeks flushed. She could feel waves of heat searing through her body. She could feel her hips spreading. She could feel her ass straining to lift. She could feel her arms tugging at the cords. And her lust fire began to consume her completely.
My cock was big in her now. She groaned; her entire body was going to split open as my hips nestled between her open thighs. She was aware of my whole body: my chest flat against her swollen breasts; my hard belly against the softness of hers; my powerful legs spreading her thighs even wider; my hands tightly squeezing her buttocks.
She wanted to come apart as the feeling spread through her entire system. Her eyes closed and she gave into it totally. From her throat (or was it from somewhere deeper?) a scream started, racing to her lips with incredible force. Then she heard it, heard herself issuing something between an anguished moan and a violent scream. Her hips flew apart; her body expanded beyond belief; her asshole opened, along with the spread of her cunt; and she came. An orgasm so incredibly powerful it nearly destroyed her.
“OHHHMYYYYGODDDDD!! MASSSTTERRRR!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as her entire body, every nerve, every muscle fired at once, locking her into a warped, twisted, ravaged form shuddering as the tension tried to rip her apart. She clawed at the air with her fingers; her eyes wide and mouth open in a frozen mask of surprise and disbelief.
She was frozen in place like that for several long moments – she lost track of time, but I watched her as the orgasm passed through her like a tsunami crashing into her and washing over her then pulling back again.
Finally, after long moments, her body released her and she collapsed back onto the bed panting and moaning, sweat drenched and her pussy draining her essence from her. Roberta was in that state where she was more unconscious than conscious, yet not completely out. She moaned weakly and mumbled something incoherent to either of us. She could not move which was good, I didn’t want her to somehow roll off the bed, she wouldn’t be to catch herself and she might get hurt.
I moved away from her a bit to let her get some air and cool down a little. I stayed with her until I was certain she was lucid enough that I could untie her, and then I released her wrists and ankles, rubbing them to make them feel better. The knots I used were special knots called French Bowlines – they didn’t tighten up and they way they were tied distributed the force of her pulling over a wider area so she didn’t get rope burns.
She lay there cooling down and coming slowly back to me. After a few minutes, she looked over and smiled weakly at me. I knew then that she recognized me. I lay with her awhile longer, pulling her into my arms and softly stroking her hair and touching her gently. I caressed her soft face and stroked her arm, touching her in different places to bring her mind back as well as her body.
It took Roberta almost an hour to recover enough that I felt comfortable leaving her long enough to go draw a bath for her. Then I came back and helped her into the bathroom and into the tub. I sat there on the edge of the tub, washing her back and letting the warm water run over her. I washed her hair and pampered her until she was ready to get out. I helped her out and patted her dry. Then we went into the living room and I laid her down on the sofa to rest some more. She’d had a demanding day and I wanted to give her the rest of the night to relax.
* * * * *
Roberta’s training progressed in much the same way. I used her many times and often to the point of exhaustion. I tested her to be sure and along the way she learned to trust my judgment of when she’d had enough. I taught her that she was a sexual being, more than just a wife and more than just a woman. She found her inner slut, the creature that she had longed to be, and she learned to harness the power of that creature to serve me and please me. She had become a good submissive, and now it was time to teach Peter how to use her submission properly.
“Peter, this is Dr. Price. I’m calling to talk to you about Roberta’s training. She has come a very long way in the last few weeks and I believe that she has finally become a good submissive. Now, it is time to teach you how to use her submission and complement it,” I said.
“I see. Well, what do you want me to do?” Peter asked.
“Well, to begin with, I would like to see you in my office so I can explain how all this will work. Are you free around 4:00 pm tomorrow?” I asked.
“I can be yes. I will see you then,” Peter said.
That night when I got home, I told Roberta about my conversation with Peter. I told her that tomorrow I would come back home at noon and pick her up, that I wanted her to be there when I met with Peter – it would be the first time they saw each other since she came to stay with me. I was a bit surprised how nervous she was to see her own husband again, but I could understand her trepidation – my whore was not the same woman who came to my door almost two months ago!
The rest of the night I could tell that her mind was occupied about what might happen the next day. She was distant and lost in her own thoughts. She would tell me the next day that she was worried that Peter wouldn’t like the ‘new her’ – that he married the old Roberta and that now she may not be what he wants.
I didn’t tell her, but her worries were not altogether unfounded – there have been cases where the woman’s new sluttier persona has been too strong for the husband to handle. And Peter wasn’t exactly a strong, dominant personality. But I did want to worry her just yet. We would see if he was up to the challenge she now presented. She was a docile, submissive, loving woman and that is what he wanted. Perhaps he could take over with a little training, and do well now that he wasn’t having to compete with her.
The following morning I went to work as usual. But the morning was taken up mostly by preparing my notes and things for Roberta and Peter. I wanted to make the introduction of Peter as seamless and easy as I could. I would have to show him how to handle the new submissive Roberta since he was used to having to fight against her for everything. He would see a new woman in place of his old contrary wife and I needed to show him how to lead her.
At lunchtime, I went home and Roberta and I had a light lunch. She was even more nervous about meeting Peter and didn’t feel much like eating. I tried to ease her mind but I’m afraid I wasn’t much help. She excused herself and went to her bedroom to get dressed and ready to go. When she came out she looked beautiful and I told her so.
“Thank you, Master,” she said blushing a bit at my compliment. We went back to work and she passed the next couple hours helping me with some of my mundane office tasks – filing and typing and such. She was actually pretty handy and I almost wished she would ask to work here permanently. But I was mostly just trying to keep her mind off what was coming. About 3:00 pm, she asked to go to the restroom to get ready. I excused her and she took her makeup bag with her to touch up her face.
She came back a few minutes later and sat in my office nervously waiting for Peter to arrive…
