The Lady walks into the living room and sees her love lounging on the couch, a perfect vision of masculinity. He is dressed in black slacks and a black silk shirt, His feet are bare and he wears no jewelry, the epitome of him, elegant simplicity. She breathes deeply to partake of the air surrounding him, his very presence enough to stop her heart. He sees her and smiles, beckoning to her. He nods in approval as she crosses the room, dressed in a blood red satin gown that hugs her curves enticingly. It is sleeveless and seems almost painted on though she moves with an elegant grace, as if she were wearing nothing at all.  She sinks to the floor beside the couch tucking her legs under her and leans her head on his thigh her blue eyes rising to meet his. Her lips form a broad smile as she asks, “My love, did you enjoy the party?” He chuckles as he sees more going on behind her eyes that what she had just asked him. He answers, “Yes my dear, I did though I can not say that I am sorry to have the house to ourselves again.” He reaches out and strokes her upswept hair with a rough hand, wrapping His fingers in it and tugging slightly, knowing the response he will get from that simple gesture, and knowing that she wants this, badly, maybe even more than he.

            Her eyes grow dark and her mouth parts slightly as she gasps and she looks again up into his eyes. He pulls the pins from her hair letting the long blonde locks cascade down her back, falling over his fingers like silk. He wraps his fingers again in her hair and he tugs, bringing her head to him so her cheek rests against the bulge in his pants. “This is what you have done to me my dear,” he says as he presses her head closer. “Now take care of it.” She smiles and whispers, “Yes, my love” as she unbuttons his slacks and pulls the throbbing shaft out into her waiting hands. She marvels for a moment, then with a slight smirk wraps her warm lips around the tip and begins her slow seduction of him. A moist tongue caresses the sensitive tip of his cock, soft whimpers of contentment, pleasure and anticipation escaping from her throat. She slides her hands down the shaft to caress his soft sac as she lowers her head and slides him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue moves in a sensuous dance down the underside of his manhood tickling and tasting, memorizing every throbbing vein, every fold, every inch of him, locking the taste that is simply and splendidly him into her mind. She pushes deep and opens her throat to him, the muscles wrapping around him and working to pull him deeper. He moans in pleasure as his hands grip her hair and pulls her head onto Him, holding her still knowing his cock is blocking her air, he holds her life literally in his hands and he grows harder with the power of it. She remains still even as she is light headed from the lack of oxygen trusting him completely, her tongue never ceasing to caress the base of his shaft.

            He pulls up on her head and she pulls air deep into her lungs, a tear sliding down her cheek as she looks into her lover’s eyes. He looks deep into the crystal blue orbs, seeing a question there, one he has dreaded and yet one he has hoped she would ask since the moment they met. She has known what he is for a long time, all the signs were there. He avoids light, he barely eats…. She has known he is a vampire for a very long time and she also knows she loves him and wants to spend eternity by his side. In her eyes the question, pleading with him. Time stands still and he answers her, looking deep into her eyes he says at long last, “Yes, my love, I will turn you. I will make you into a creature like me.” She smiles broadly and stands before him pulling her hair back and exposing her neck to him, her pulse racing thundering in his ears. His eyes grow dark and he growls, “Not yet my love, I have plans for this, for it will hurt, and I want you feel intense pleasure before the pain.” He places his hands on her hips and runs them up her body, sliding them to the front of her chest, cupping her breasts briefly in his strong hands. He slides his hands up and slips his fingers under the top of her dress and pulls, the seams tear and he rips the dress off her. She shivers as he brings his face close and his breath caresses her skin. He breathes deeply of her scent, her soft sweet perfume mixing with the slight musky scent drifting up from beneath her lacy panties. Her nipples are rock hard under her brassiere and he leans forward to take one in his mouth, biting softly a deep growl emanating from his throat. She brings her hands up to run them through his thick hair moaning as he bites her flesh, hips thrusting gently. He wraps his arms around her and unhooks the clasps of her bra. He lets it fall to the floor and brings his mouth to her hardened nipples again moving his mouth back and forth, sucking one into his mouth then the other as his calloused hands slide down over her waist and hooks on her panties. In a swift movement he slides them over her hips and to the floor. She gasps and takes a step back and looks down at him and smirks as she watches his eyes travel over her body, his lips parting as he devours her with his eyes. He stands and sheds himself of his clothes, chuckling as he watches her body respond to the sight of his nakedness. He takes a step towards her and pulls her to Him, letting his shaft slip between her legs and caress the now moist folds, sliding his length along them coating his shaft in her sweet juices.

            His moans grow louder as he rocks his hips, aching to enter her but taking pleasure in the sweet torment of remaining outside her deep well.  She pushes him softly, and He falls back on the couch, she moves to him and straddles him lowering herself slowly, stopping with the head of his shaft resting at the entrance to her tight well, soft mewling sounds of pleasure emanating from her. He growls low and pulls her onto him roughly sinking his shaft deep into her, his cries of ecstasy mingling with hers as they join together. She rocks her hips and moves up and down on his shaft, driving him deep and hard, he thrusts his hips and meets with her, their coupling becoming animal like. Her nails scratch down his chest and his dig into her hips, soft trickles of blood running down each of their bodies. She feels her climax starting and he feels the soft contractions of her walls caressing him as if to pull him deeper. It is almost enough to send him over the edge right then, but he staves it off, for he has plans. He shifts so his arms are around her and he is lifting her hard as his thrusts come again and again without mercy. Her walls clench tight and she throws her head back, the moment he has been waiting for. His own climax begins as his eyes darken with bloodlust and he bares his fangs sinking them deep into her neck. He pulls deep as his seed pours into her and she screams with pain and pleasure as she feels her life being drained away as she cums hard around his cock, juices mingling with his as they run down her thighs. He pulls his fangs away before he drains her dry and kisses her deep, pricking his tongue on his fangs and thrusting it into her mouth. She pulls his tongue into her mouth and sucks hard, tasting the coppery sweet taste of her blood and his on her tongue. She drinks deeply of him and feels content.

            Suddenly she is gripped by intense pain and he sees the change begin in her. He pulls her close, connected to her mind body and soul and he whispers in her ear, “Do not be afraid my dear. I promise it will only hurt once.” She screams as pain wracks her body and she begins to die, her lover’s arms wrapped around her she collapses into them her head resting on his shoulder.  He watches her closely and smiles as the pain wracked look on her face smoothes and he waits, stroking her hair.

            She awakens still clasped in His arms and she feels reborn, the world looks new to her eyes and she feels everything. Whispering caresses of the air on her skin, her lover’s rough hands holding her, his pulse, she feels everything. He grasps her chin and looks at her deep in her eyes. “Merry Christmas my dear, how do you feel?” She looks back at him and runs her tongue over her lips, feeling the sharp points of her new fangs she smiles and whispers back to him, “Hungry.”

“As slaves; we want an owner at whose feet we feel it is appropriate that we should kneel. We do not want an equal; that is not enough for us, we want more than that; we want a master/mistress. We want them to be strong, ambitious, aggressive, possessive, jealous, lustful, dangerous, and dominant. We want them to guard us, and protect us, and own us and to see us as their rightful properties. We want to feel ourselves as though we were nothing before their wrath and power. We want to feel that it is the most important thing in the world for us that we please them. We want them to be jealous of us, and fiercely possessive of us; we want to be important to them; we do not want to be ignored or neglected; we do not want to be taken for granted, or just be ‘there’ - perhaps almost unnoticed, as are so many ‘spouses’ of Earth. The slave, I assure you, receives a great deal of attention, perhaps more than it sometimes cares for - it, in its service, and subject to their command and domination, is muchly noticed, one of the cruelest of punishments they can inflict upon us is to subject us to the same neglect and indifference commonly accorded to an Earth ‘spouse’. Oh, how we strive to be pleasing to them- that that will not occur; but it seldom occurs; better the mercy of the slave lash; they must want to keep track of us, for we are their possessions; they must want to know our thoughts, our whereabouts, and our every action. They desire us; they lust for us; and we are theirs; and so they are jealous of us and inordinately possessive of us, their relished goods, their coveted prize, their properties, their slaves; and so they keeps us on a short leash.” (Witness of Gor, p.459-460) Bastaredized to remove genders, otherwise word for word quote.

This is how I view the 6 levels of D/s:

Master - wants and demands absolute ownership, doesn't wish for equality.
Dominant - wants to lead and be the "do'er" but is ok with give and take.
Top - wants to do things to another person, though often not about controlling.
Bottom - wants things done to them, but often doesn't care to submit.
Submissive - Wants to have someone lead and do, within their limits. wants equality.
Slave - someone who pleases without reward, one who desires to give without equality.

Gorean quote "I think that we, women, although not immune to male beauty, are less seriously influenced by it than men, the brutes, by female beauty. Indeed, a pretty male face can be aversive to us. The masculinity that attracts us, and can overwhelm us, is one of intelligence, power and virility, one of ruggedness and might. We are looking, so to speak, for our harem master, although we would hope to be the only slave in his harem. We want a man at whose feet we feel it is appropriate that we should kneel, as women, and slaves. We do not want an equal; that is not enough for us; we want more than that; we want a master. We want him to be strong, ambitious, aggressive,  possessive, jealous, lustful, dangerous, dominant. We want him to guard us, and protect us, and own us, with masculine ferocity, to see us as his rightful properties. We want to feel ourselves  as though we were nothing before his wrath and power. We want to feel that it is the most important thing in the world for us that we please him. We want him to be jealous of us, and  fiercely possessive of us; we want to be important to him; we do not want to be ignored or  neglected; we do not want to be taken for granted, or just be "there," perhaps almost unnoticed,  as are so many "wives" of Earth; the slave, I assure you, receives a great deal of attention,  perhaps more than she sometimes cares for; she, in her service, and subject to his command  and domination, is muchly noticed; one of the cruelest of punishments he can inflict upon us is to subject us to the same neglect and indifference commonly accorded to an Earth "wife"; how we strive to be pleasing to him, that that will not occur; but it seldom occurs; better the mercy of the slave lash; he must want to keep track of us, for we are his possessions; he must want to know our thoughts, our whereabouts, and our every action. He desires us; he lusts for us; and we are his; and so he is jealous of us and inordinately possessive of us, his relished goods, his coveted prizes, his properties, his slaves; and so he keeps us on a short leash."

A story,,,

Sarah huddled next to the fire, her limbs shivering from the cold and her hands reflexively opening and closing mindlessly. she searched the darkness in fear her need for heat outweighing her fear of being caught in the firelight. her hand searched for and found the wound on her upper left thigh, the radiating heat and pain driving tears from her over cried eyes. in disbelief she relives the moment again, the branding iron striking her flesh, the searing pain, the agony and inability to breathe. she remembers the man holding the iron, his expressionless face, and shakes.
  
she can't explain why he let her run away, why he laughed as she disappeared in the twilight, nor the fire she came upon burning all alone on a barren strip of land. but she's grateful none the less for both. again briefly touching the swollen flesh of her leg, she shudders visably in the firelight.  
 
Snap, goes something in the darkness and she runs, mindless of losing her heat and light, mindless or the dark. She runs battered by ghostly branches reaching out like claws to slap and whip her naked flesh. she bites her lip to quiet any noise and tries to slip silently between the dark shapes that loom up in the moonlight.  
 
Suddenly she falls, tumbling down a ravine and lays at the bottom dazed and broken, sobbing and unable to run again. curling up in the fetal position, she waits for the nightmare behind her to catch up.  
 
*  
 
Shivering, sarah wakes up slowly, her thigh on fire, painfully reminding her instantly that everything that happened to her was real. groggily she sits up and looks down at herself, assessing the damage last night has brought. her leg is bruised and swollen, her arms and breasts are crisscrossed with red angry scrapes and welts and of course the brand is still burned deep in her flesh, now surrounded by a wall of hard red flesh, swollen tight and hot.  
 
standing slowly, she looks around herself, wondering where to go and how to get home. This thought triggers a flood of memories and she she sits down hard with a sob.  
  
last night, was it just last night, she's gone to this new club that she'd been told was edgy and exciting she met a man who plied her with drink and all the right words and when he'd promised to change her life, she'd blithe fully walked out of the club with him. stepping into a sumptuous limo she was sure this was it, her prince charming. curled up in his arms, tipsy but not drunk, she felt her heart trip over. staring up at him through her lashes, she marveled that such a good looking man would choose her to lavish such a night on.  
 
they drove for awhile before stopping and to her surprise they didn't wind up at some fancy hotel, but were out in the darkness of nature instead. leaning down he whispered in her ear something about the moonlight being to gorgeous to waste and stepped outside when the door was opened. holding out his hand to her, he waited for her to join him. Sarah accepted the proffered hand and stepped outside into the darkness. to her surprise there was a bbq roasting and some chairs set up next to a huge fallen tree. she idly noted all the bark hard fallen free of the trunk and it shown smooth and white in the moonlight.  
 
following her prince to the chairs in silence she has to admit that though unexpected, this is a unique and unforgettable date. sitting in a chair, being given a drink by their driver her and the prince charming talk of little things. finally he leaned over and kissed her. fireworks went off in her head and joy blossomed in her heart . their kisses swiftly went from chaste to all out inferno and when she yanked her to her feet, she was so weak kneed he had to hold her up.  
 
backing her against the tree, he kissed her silly his hands holding her hips close and then he began to whisper erotic phrases in her ear. Strange words of possession and owning and wanting and taking but words that set her blood on fire. When he laid her onto the tree and began kissing his way down her bare arm, she laid on her wooden bed in delirious and let him. shocked to feel rope wrap around her wrist, she at first struggled, but his lips stilled her, his words of sex games let her arm go limp and be tied down.
  
watching him walk around her, his hand sliding down her body, touching her bare leg below her skirt, sliding over her feet, tying them so fast she couldn't even resist. sliding his hand up her other leg and finally, after another drugging hot kiss, tying down her other arm. she moaned at the exciting feeling of being tied for his pleasure, captured and bound and vulnerable.  
 
standing next to her, he looked down at her, his handsome face grinning wolfishly at her. leaning down he speaks in a low voice in her ear "you will be mine sarah and tonight you'll know it too" and then to her shock he walked back to the limo, stepped inside it and drove away. another man appeared from the shadows, a silent man who carried a pair of scissors. despite her screams and howls of fear and rage, he calmly cut all the clothing from her body. he didn't touch her, didn't even seem to look at her, he simply exposed her to the moonlight.
  
Sarah remembered the feeling of terror and helplessness, her romantic buzz gone in a heartbeat, the alcohol now sitting in a ball in her stomach making her queasy. she cried helplessly. the man went to the bbq and pulling a stick of metal out of the coals, she was horrified to see a white hot tip to it and he walked over to her, here the memory flickers, she remembers him touching the metal to her leg for a long time, but is sure the time was distorted by the searing hideous pain. she remembers screaming until she was hoarse, then sobbing as he returned the rod to the fire. then to her surprise, he let her go, untying first her feet then one hand then the other, before laughing as she ran.  
 
belatedly, she realized the fire might have been his own camp area where he waited for her to be prepared for his torture...

*another fantasy*

I lay in bed, my Master on one side of me, and pet on the other. Pet is our boy slave; he’s just so yummy hot! We are all 3 hot and heavy touching and kissing and squirming, their hands cover all of me every hole teased and tickled and rubbed as I return the favor wholeheartedly. Suddenly Master gets a look on his face and jumps off the bed, grabbing some rope. To my surprise he yanks pet to the foot of the bed, roughly, but easily repositioning him until his ass is barely on the bed. Lifting one leg he ties it tightly, high on the log 4poster post. Lifting the other leg, he does the same, until I look down at pet, spread-eagled and legs uplifted. Master crooks a finger to me and tells me to lay on my back on pet’s chest. Hesitatingly, I do so.

I am a bit self conscious and laying spread open like this is hard, let alone feeling like I’m going to smother pet, but I do as my Master demands. To my surprise I feel master stoking pet’s cock between my ass cheeks and I feel a thrill of pure lust shiver through my body, I bite back a moan, but squirm just a little. I feel master release pet and stroke me and realize his hand is covered in lube. I moan as I feel master grab my thighs and yank me towards pet’s cock. I hear him, vaguely, tell pet to “keep her hot” and feel his strong hands rise up and stroke and pluck at my breasts. Arching in reaction, I startle to feel his cock nudge my asshole. Before I can automatically shift my hips to realign my vaginal opening instead, I feel master press my hips down, keeping pet’s cock and my ass lined up together. I whimper in fear and tension and lust and try to relax. I wiggle my ass trying to ease pet’s passage into me but still hiss in pain as he thrusts inside me. Master tugs me down further on the cock and pet helps by placing his hands at my hips and pushing me down. Feeling the two men force me onto the cock thrills a deep part of me and I moan loudly and finally relax enough to slip down the lubed cock completely.

Once I’m settled at the very base of pet’s cock, I feel master raise my legs to lie on top of pets, our thighs are tied together and we are now inseparable. Panting in some pain and fear I only vaguely feel pets hands begin to roam, until I am startled to feel his hands reach between my wide-open legs. I feel him reach lower until his fingers are stroking where we are joined and I moan in pleasure, in pure lust and thrill. He begins to tease and stroke my clit with the other hand and I run my hands up and down his torso and hip line, all I can reach. I watch Master grin down at us and note with interest that he’s choosing to use a female condom instead of a regular one and instantly I know what’s going to happen. Moaning loudly I stare at him as he stands there staring at our joined bodies. I feel more than see him line his cock up and suddenly I hear pet moan loudly, his hips rising to lift me, the shifting of his cock within my ass both erotic and overwhelming. I feel him shift and know he’s taking Master, that he’s being invaded, conquered and t taken. We both moan at this, each one’s sexual thrill heightening the others. I feel Master finally settling deep within pet and hear him ask in a deep tense voice “Can you feel me boy, do you feel my ownership?” and I hear pet breathlessly answer, “Yes Master” and suddenly Master’s out of him and lining up for me, the female condom buried deep in pet’s ass leaving master free and clear to fuck my pussy and his ass without cross contamination.

Whimpering in lust, I raise my arms to reach for Master but he just gives me and evil smile and thrusts deep within me. The feeling of them both within me is almost too much and I scream in reaction. Then Master says “Do you feel me fucking you pet, your cock stroking mine, my balls hitting yours, do you feel me??” and he thrusts, sharp and quick, and I feel it, deep inside of me, feel their cock heads rubbing each other and I hear pet moan and whimper and pant underneath me and suddenly I’m right there, ready to cum. I moan and wiggle and try to rise up and thrust back but can’t move at this angle. Suddenly pet seems to remember that he’s supposed to touch and I feel him reach down and stoke Master’s cock, his fingers eagerly wrapping around him and into me, both of them focused on each other with me just a receptacle. I feel the need, the lust, and the desire rush over me and bite my lip hard, trying to hold back my climax. Master seems to know how close I am and rises up, placing pets hands on my breasts and grabbing my thighs, he suddenly begins to fuck me in earnest, pulling out and smashing back in, fucking pet and I simultaneously, their cock heads bumping and rubbing within me.

I feel Master pull out of me and thrust into pet, over and over again, one of us then the other, and I watch him watch himself use us. Lying in a fog of lust and pleasure I lose myself in him taking his pleasure with us. I feel pet plucking and tugging at my breasts and I sink my hands into his hips and moan, shifting and fucking down on him as much as I can. Pet has begun to whimper and moan and cry out and I feel him getting bigger and bigger inside me. Knowing that all of us are so close to cumming is a huge aphrodisiac and I begin to scream in pleasure. Master begins to talk, describing what he’s doing what he’s feeling and seeing and I lose it. Fucking them both as much as I can, I begin to climax. Pet smothers my screams with one hand and reaches down to feel master fucking my cunt with the other hand. I hear him begging Master if he can cum and feel Master ignoring his begs, thrusting ruthlessly into me, shoving pet into a climax against his will. I feel pet swell huge within me then hear him scream in my ear, his wailing “Master!” blending with my muffled screams.

Finally I feel Master pull out and walks around to the front of the bed. Jacking off in front of our faces, he finally cums with a roar, splashing cum over pet and my faces and looking like an evil demon above us. Feeling his cum plaster my face and know it’s covering pet just makes me moan, makes me feel like abject loved property… 

*just a fantasy*

I lead my pet into the bedroom, my cupped hand stroking his cock behind my back, his steps making it thrust in and out of my fingers. Sometimes having a height difference can be a good thing. Approaching the bed, I tell him to kneel on it. I watch him step around me, his cock eager and hard and watch his almost feline motion as he crawls up and onto the bed. He stares at the contraption in front of him and I take a moment to eye it as well. It’s a heavy wooden wedge, the vertical edge in front of pet. The upper sloping edge is padded with a heavily rolled edge and a hole in the vertical edge. On each side there are O-rings.

“Lay down pet” I say softly and I watch him lay his chest on the sloping edge. Picking up a pair of large cuffs, I place one snuggly against his left knee and link the clip to O ring on the side of the box. Repeating the action with his right knee, I reach up between his captured legs and slip his still excited cock into the lubed hole. I hear him groan in pleasure as he feels the ultra tight pocket pussy inside the box. Walking around in front of pet, I easily tie his wrists to the headboard of the bed.

Suddenly the bedroom door cracks open loudly and I jump, rushing to kneel at Master’s feet as he comes in. He places one foot forward and I kiss and lick at his foot and ankle until he slowly pulls it back and presents the other foot for repeat treatment. Once my greeting is accepted I kneel high and purr in pleasure at the feel of his hands in my hair, pressing my lips to his body. “Go get the flogger slave” I hear Master say and I leap to my feet, rushing to the cabinet and pulling the short handled, short tailed flogger free. Knowing pet to like sting I carefully choose a thin stiff leathered one with tiny rubber knots on the end. Already aware of Master’s plans, I kneel in front of pet, my bare pussy inches from his face, but too high for him to reach. I hear him whimper and watch his hips buck the pussy and grin to myself. Slowly and fluidly I begin an easy cris-cross pattern from shoulders to hips, the leather scraping but not hurting him, the red lines leaping eagerly from his skin even with soft strokes.

I watch Master stroke his cock lazily, his fingers gliding from bottom to top, rolling up and over his head, then down the other side. Enthralled with the view, I feel myself become excited and watch pet begin to wiggle, his hips trying to stroke himself within the fake pussy, his head futily raising to me, his tongue stroking my thighs where they can reach. I begin to smack the flogger against his body every few strokes, the heavy slaps followed my scratchy soft strokes. Watching pet’s back lift and drop to the strokes, I look up to see Master swirling a thick heavy lube over his cock. He approaches the bed between pets chained open legs and I watch those creamy fingers smear the lube over pet’s vulnerable asshole. Pet moans in lust and thrill, the sound vibrating me through me with pure lust and I reward his excitement with a dozen sharp cutting strokes, then rest my arm and simply run my palms over his lined back.

Master settles between pets legs and guides his cock smoothly between those firm cheeks, There’s a moment of hesitation as he allows some shifting and relaxing, then a little… fall, where he slips in, past pet’s defenses and then the play begins. He pulls his cock out and pushes it in, out and in, just using that thick swollen cock head to relax and stretch the sphincter muscle. At some indefinable point (from my point of view) I see pet relax and Master slip in further. He grabs pet’s hips and I watch his roll forward and drag back. Softly I begin flogging pet again with the same motion, a sharp smack with the in thrust and a stuttering brush of tails on the outtake. We work together in harmony, the thrusting making pet fuck the fake pussy, Master taking pleasure and power from pet’s ass and I… building the mix of pleasure and pain.

Suddenly the tempo changes, I see pet fall into subspace, his hips beginning a counterthrust that makes both him and Master moan and I drop the flogger aside. Softly moving away from pet, I curl up along side them both: watching from mere inches away as they fall into each other. Master reaches down and makes a fist in pets hair, his other hand holding his hip captive. Jerking his head up and back I watch him handle him like the property he is, moans slipping freely from his lips, his face exposed to the mirror above the headboard. Master watches pet’s pleasure with an almost feral gaze and I wallow in the energy spiking the room. “Release his knees” I hear Master say, his voice deep and husky and raw with lust, Instantly I leap up to do so, unlocking each cuff from the wedge. Master pulls out of pet, both of them moaning from the loss and I watch his cock bobbing in the air with rapt fascination. I watch him brutally lift pet flinging him in a half circle until he sprawls on his back on the wedge, his tied wrists now crossed. Master roughly tugs his hips down until his ass almost hangs off the edge of the heavily rolled leather and shoves his legs apart until they fall down and open.

I watch breathlessly as Master resumes his place between those vulnerably open legs and slides his cock easily into the well-fucked and slippery asshole. Master’s big hand wraps around pet’s cock and begins to jack him off in time to the fucking. They moan in unison and I see Master gesture to me. I ease softly off the bed and lay my body on top of pet, slowly sliding my body down his until my pussy is hovering just above his face. Eagerly I take the tip of pets cock in my mouth, sucking and swirling and licking the nasty lube off as fast I can until all I can taste is the heady flavor of pet himself. Finally slurping all of pet’s cock deep in my mouth, I lick Master’s fingers that are still stroking the base of the cock. I can feel pet panting breathlessly beneath me and I shift just a little up onto my knees to be sure I’m not suffocating him. The shift places my pussy softly against his lips and I feel him begin to devour me, licking sucking rubbing, his eagerness causing a leaping response within me. Watching Master’s cock take pet’s ass from almost no space away and feeling pet’s juices in my throat and cock on my lip, I join in their moans and groans and within less than a minute we all come together in a screaming, moaning, squirting climax. 

a fantasy... 

He hangs by his arms, chains securing him to the beam overhead and just enough slack to let his elbows move and his heels to touch the floor with a little effort. The barn is dusty and dirty; the floor hard packed earth and the wall in front of him a falling down cinderblock. Looking through the hole, he watches the river float by, the illusion of summer mocking him in the cool shadowed stall. Hearing a sound, he twists in his bonds, trying to see who’s behind him. Unable to turn fully to one side or the other, he simply glimpses the man he calls master. Taking a deep breath and trying to relax his elbows and wrists while he can, he shifts his feet restlessly, the excitement and fear instantly overwhelming his senses.

Suddenly with a whoosh and a snap, he screams in surprise as a thin switch connects to his thighs, the tip wrapping to snap the side of his thigh. Without pause he begins to dance and jump and writhe as the switch methodically hits every inch of him from neck to ankles, the horizontal strikes primarily covering his backside, but hitting his front and tender sides as well, if he happens to twist too far when one lands. Screaming breathlessly, knowing that he is causing it to hurt him more, to reach his stomach, cock, nipples, one even lands inside his navel. Shrieking and screaming and sobbing, his mind floats away until he’s no longer able to think, reason or comprehend, he’s only reacting, only feeling, simply property being used. Finally as he becomes breathless with screams, sobbing until his stomach aches, he slowly realizes the blows have ended. Hesitantly reaching out mentally, he finds his master standing behind him, hard cock between his ass cheeks and hands sliding down the length of his arms.

His sobs seem disembodied, he doesn’t even feel like they’re coming from him and he simply dismisses them from his consciousness. His body bounces and heaves with the sobs and its motion dances his quivering flesh against his master’s cock. The sensation makes him moan, whimpers and breathless cries interrupting the sobs. Finally the gentle crooning of his master becomes audible and he feels the peace of his master’s pleasure and acceptance bring a relaxation that’s almost addictive to him. Pressing up on his tiptoe’s he strokes himself against the hard length of the cock against his ass pressing back until he can’t anymore, almost on the very tip of his toes, he whimpers and begs mindlessly for his master to please, please, please, fuck me and with a scream of pure lust he feels the lube drizzle over his ass cheeks and into the cleft, master’s cock becoming slick with it. Feeling his own cock rise in pleasure, he pants and lifts his ass as high as he can and when master grabs his hipbones and pulls him backwards until his feet come off the ground, the pain in his arms is completely eclipsed by the fierce pleasure of being impaled. Grunting and moaning and repeating yes, yes, yes as he’s fiercely fucked a half-dozen strokes, he cries in loss when he’s abruptly emptied and dropped. Crying out at the pain in his arms, he scrambles back to his feet and stands there, sounds dribbling out his throat, precum out his cock, and saliva from his mouth.

He’s so far into himself by this point, the nozzle of a hose entering his mouth barely registers. Hearing master tell him to drink is the only warning he gets as the water is turned on high. Swallowing what he can and feeling the rest flood over his cheeks and into his eyes and nose, he struggles, drowning and panicking and trying helplessly to scream. Finally the hose is removed to reveal him, wet and shaking, coughing and gagging. As he tries to catch his breath, he screams instead as the caning resumes. This time the strikes are random, sometimes several at once until he screams, sometimes methodical and slow and even a few so slow he has time to stop screaming between them. Hanging almost his full weight on his wrists, he slowly comes to realize that once again the blows have stopped. The thought of looking around never even crosses his mind, in fact no thoughts enter his mind at all.

Barely turning his face to one side, the weight of his head on his arms, almost too much, he watches master set a stepstool to his left, then another to his right. Feeling master lift one foot and put it on the corresponding stool, he tries to help, leaning his body to one side then the other until he’s squatting, legs spread, feet flat on each wide stool top. Suddenly the stools are tugged backwards, his weight holding him to them, but his balance changed until his arms are no longer straight above his head, but are uplifted more above his shoulders, until he resembles a bird’s wings. Struggling to stay flatfooted his efforts are derailed by the slick hard cock sliding into his ass. Moaning and arching his back he pants in instant pleasure. Feeling master slide in slowly and out just the same, he begins to whimper, his own cock filling out and bobbing against his inner thighs.

Suddenly his master’s words enter his ears, the words almost fragmented “Piss for me boy, I know you need to.” After a pause of shock the slave shakes his head no, trying to say he didn’t need to go pee, then the master’s words enter his consciousness again “If you don’t piss for me right now, I will beat your balls black and blue and you won’t come for 30 days.” Suddenly the excitement and pleasure of the fucking dissipates into fear. The whimpers of pleasure become whimpers of panic as his fragmented mind tries to force his erection to soften and urine to empty. He feels master’s cock still in his ass and he focuses on his bladder. Unable to get past his erection the suddenly full feeling morphes into pain but is still unable to void. Master slowly begins to fuck him again, slow long strokes and tells him “If you don’t piss right now I’m going to run a needle in each nipple and pull them straight out, then use my lighter on your impaled tits” and finally the fear does it’s job, regardless of the slow fucking and his erection begins to soften.

Slowly urine begins to dribble, then stream out of him. Shivering at the very strange feeling of being fucked as he pisses, he whimpers and moans. But once the stream of urine hits full strength, his master begins to fuck him hard and fast, his hands tightly gripping his legs as he begins to grunt and talk his pleasure. The fucking makes the pissing cock flip and flop, his urine splashing his feet, thighs, the ground, even his stomach. Screaming at the pleasure of the fucking of the finally empty bladder and of his master’s sexy words in his ear, he finally stops pissing. Panting he faintly hears master tell him that if he can cum before he (master) does, then he’s allowed to. Now his whimpers become excitement, his enforced chastity of the last month finally at an end.

But just as the excitement fills his brain, he realizes that there’s no friction to his cock, his legs are too wide to use, his arms unavailable… he fucks his ass back against master’s cock and closes his eyes, focusing all his pleasure to his quickly stiffening cock, whimpering and moaning and finally chanting his pleasure out loud. Finally his cock becomes full enough to thump against his stomach as his master slides in and out of him, their balls slapping and throwing his head backwards, he grunts and squirms and screams in loss as he feels master cum in his ass… his own climax not even close. Sobbing and shrieking no, he feels master slip out his ass and squats there in defeat, knowing once again, he’s lost another climax. 

wishful thinking.. 

I sit there, impatient, one eye always on the baby monitor, while I otherwise appear to enjoy my meal with the various people a work BBQ brings to your home. Even though the sound is turned down completely on the innocent plastic device, I know that a sign of trouble will come in a series of 3 distinct repititions of red lights. You see... what is on the other end of this monitor is no innocent child, but a strung up, impaled, gagged slave, rendered deaf dumb and mute by my hands. He was left with the warning to signal me in a case of need by stomping his foot against the floor 3 times slow and strong then stop and if i don't come, to repeat the 3 stomps with pause until i do. So here I am... watching over him, even though I'm not with him.

Pausing in between friendly mindless chatter and picking up dirty dishes, I close my eyes briefly, imagining what I have waiting for me out in my barn. He's my perfect property, strong, loving, devoted... beautiful... and as close to my Master as to me. His arms are well above his head, chains around each wrist ensuring he can't get free of my bounds. His body is a long clean line of flesh, a vibrating dildo on a stick carefully impaled within his ass then carefully locked in place, the length of stick just right to where no matter how high or low he goes in his bonds, he can only slide up and down the well lubed length of silicone. Between his chains holding him from lowering more than a few inches and one ankle being bound to the bolted stand the dildo stick is on preventing him lifting himself off... he's well and truely.... screwed :)

Resuming my hostess position, I clean, chat, smile and otherwise appear the normal suburban wife, at least in actions. Of course I'm the "strange one" with my visible lip rings, wrist chains and steel collar, but everyone here is used to these items on me and no longer judge me by them, but by the demeanor and respect I try so hard to show.

Flashes of memories of flogging my impaled boy flicker through my mind, barely causing a pause in a discussion of town politics, but bringing a secret smile to my face. My hands clench in excitement of coming up to him, flinging a cane across his uplifted ass cheeks, staring at the blindfold tied around his head, knowing it conceals heavy duty ear plugs and watching the drool slurp down his torso from around the thick ball gag secured in his mouth.

Finally the last of the BBQ winds to an end and my Master drops the perfect husband roll and shoves me to the ground, stuffing my mouth with cock before the last of the taillights are even gone around the street corner. Sucking eagerly, I stare up his body in adoration, watching him light a cigarette and flick his long curls over his shoulder. I listen to him begin to talk about what we're gonna do to pet tonight, about how he's gonna fuck him til he begs to cum, then fuck me while I suck at pet. Then as he cries out to cum again, we'll cane him together, marking him ours, watching his tears turn from sexual need to pain. Once the transformation is complete and he's once again only a suffering slave, we will begin again, sucking, licking, fucking him until he's mindless in need.

The more he talks of torturing our pet boy the more enthusiasticly I suck at his cock, until finally he grips my head in both hands and forcefully face fucks my mouth, making me gag and cough and struggle helplessly in his hands. Releasing me sharply to lay in a heap at his feet, he strides towards the barn, thick cock leading the way... 

Tina was scared. No matter how many times she told herself that there was nothing to be scared of, that she'd made this choice of her own free will, her body rebelled and flooded her system with fear. Hurrying through a pouring rain, she muttered to herself and glanced at addresses too hard to read in the dark. Finally finding the address needed, she suddenly stopped, the coldness a dim memory as the voice in her head burned straight to the core of her. "Come to 1873 Elk Lane on Friday night at 6pm" "Oh my God," thought Tina "I'm really here, as I was told to be. I don't know if I'm ready, oh my, oh my..."

When the door flung open, Tina was startled out of her thoughts. The tall man in the doorway didn't appear to be a monster, he spoke kindly and welcomed her inside. Tina bit her lip, fighting the urge to run away, but the excitement and arousal inside her made her step hesitantly into the perfectly normal entryway. The non-assuming house was a slight surprise to her, but one she barely registered in the back of her mind. "Mistress is waiting Tina." The man said quietly as he led her to an interior doorway, then left her standing there before it. Peeking into the room ahead, all Tina could see was long dark blonde hair hanging over the back of a chair. Waiting, breath abated, she finallly slips inside when the person doesn't move.

"Hello Tina" the Lady says as she turns around to face Tina. "Hello Ma'am," Tina stutters, her brain frazzled by the tension and too-fast heart beat. "I am Miss" the Lady told Tina, "And you are now known as slave 6 but I will simply call you 6." Tina whimpered at this news - both in fear and in lust and almost called it quits.

As if reading her mind, the Lady says, "You can't leave 6, I told you before - if you show up here, then I will take it that you're ready for your transformation." The Lady walked around Tina slowly, hands trailing down Tina's quivering arms and then lower, to pass over her sweet backside and legs. Now standing in front of Tina, she gazes levelly at the nervous girl, then smiles at her "Do you understand me?" Taking a deep breath, Tina licks her dry lips and says in an breathless voice "Yes Miss." The Lady slowly turns to walk away casually, the words "Lets go 6" trailing behind her in full expectation of being obeyed.

Tina slowly follows the Lady down the hallway, her racing heart making her feel both faint and thrilled. Noting nothing fully, yet once again being surprised by the normallacy of the home, she is led to the kitchen. "Sit on the island 6." the Lady said and she smiled when a faint "Yes Miss" whispered from the nervous girl's lips. The Lady casually picks up some precut lengths of rope and begins typing Tina's ankles. Tina began to whimper almost silently and suddenly feels her heart in her throat. Smiling at the sounds, the Lady calmly reaches under the Island's edge and ties Tina's ankle to an eyebolt sunk deeply into the wood. Repeating the efforts on the other ankle, Tina stares as she's bound to the Island countertop.

"Now 6, I want you to lay back, knees bent, head on the island edge." The Lady tells her. Tina carefully lays down with only a little hesitation. Tying each wrist down by Tina’s hips, the girl is finally helpless to leave. Realizing this simple fact, Tina finally relaxes and calms down. Laying on the cool countertop, she feels a rush of excitement race through her, erasing most of the fear and tension.

Noting Tina’s reaction to being bound, the Lady takes mental notes. Picking up a huge knife, she waves it before Tina’s eyes. “Now 6, are you ready for your first step into becoming mine?” Tina feels a deep seated thrill and shock at hearing her being called 6 and nods helplessly to the Lady, her nods becoming more eager with each passing one. Staring at the large knife above her she feels a rush in her pussy and tries to close her legs “Yes Miss, I wish to become your slave for life.”

Hearing these words and watching the girl’s reactions, the Lady nods silently. Placing the knife between the girl’s legs, hearing the rain on the metal roof and whispering in through open windows, the Lady calmly begins to cut off the girl’s skirt. Continuing up the torso, she cuts off her top and finally her bra. Leaving only a line of cold behind from the steel, she cuts roughly through each sleeve and yanks the material away from the moaning girl, leaving her only in her panties. “Why are you moaning and whimpering 6?” Asks the Lady in a curious tone. “I-I-I I’m excited and scared Ma’am” replied Tina. The Lady harshly slaps the girls tits hard, one then the other and growls “My name is Miss and don’t you ever forget it again!” Yelping Tina squirms and wiggles, but can no more get free than run away. “Yes Miss! I’m Sorry Miss!” she squeals out helplessly, her breasts feeling swollen and on fire. The Lady eyeballs the girl then finally stares at her panties.

“6 is wet, isn’t she?” She asks and rubs the girls mons through her damp panties, teasing her and exciting her eve more. Moaning at the arousing motions, Tina stutters out a “Yes Miss, I am Miss.” and is stunned when the Lady slaps her pussy firmly. Arching her hips up off the table, Tina moans in lust and surprise “6 is no longer a person, 6 is property. 6 shall not use personal terms like I, me, mine, or my. Does 6 understand me?”

“Yes Miss, I do, I mean, err, 6 understands Miss” Tina struggles to answer, her mind conflicted with lust and fear. Excitement floods her senses and she knows suddenly that this is exactly where she is meant to be. “Oh yes Miss, 6 understands, 6 is ready to serve and honor you Miss” The Lady smiles proudly at the girl and begins rubbing her panty clad pussy again with the heel of her hand. “Good girl 6, you are pleasing me.” the Lady says as she takes up the knife again to carefully cut the panties away from the girl’s flesh. Slowly peeling the material away, she exposes the most intimate of places to her view. The Lady leans down and takes a deep whiff of the girl’s fragrance. Tina flushes watching, suddenly wishing to be odor free, but feels herself swell and gush at the humiliation. Watching in pleasure, the Lady gently licks the girl’s pussy before standing and delivering several firm slaps to the wet and fragrant place.

Tina moaned “Thank you Miss” with each slap, her hips jerking in the air as her pussy swells more and she whimpers for a more direct interaction. With each slap Tina can feel her lust building, the excitement burning a haze in her brain. The Lady asks Tina, almost softly “Now 6, tell me, what did I demand of you in order for you to be allowed here tonight?” Tina swallowed hard, the haze clearing a bit as the fear pushes back in. “You required that I submit completely as your property, that I will have given my 2 weeks notice to my job and moved out of my apartment and canceled all my debts and bills.” Suddenly Tina is blinded by a blinding pain to the pussy, the cane strike making an instant welt rise in her soft flesh. Screaming loudly, she burst instantly into tears.

“That is for the first incorrect I you said.” The Lady said calmly, aloof and icy. She struck the cane down again on a second spot on Tina’s pussy, leaving 2 parallel marks. “That is for the second I you said.” and through the screams and impotent thrashing Tina received a third mark, again parallel to the first 2 stripes. “AND that is for not calling me Miss!!” Tossing her head back and forth in agony and whimpering through her sobs, Tina sobs out a reply, “Thank you Miss for correcting this slave. This slave is sorry it messed up Miss, Please, please forgive this slave!!” Tina’s body can’t stop tossing side to side the little bit of motion her bonds allow, the pain disconnecting her responses from her wishes.

Calmly the Lady set the cane back down where it was invisible to the girl once again. “Continue 6, what else was required?” “6 was to present to you at this night, at this address without anyone knowing where this slave was going Miss…” Tina all but sobbed. “6 was to submit for permanent marking, initiation and slave training. This slave was to know that today was her new ‘birth’day and that from now on, this date would be the day she was reborn into your care, Miss!” “And did 6 do as commanded?” “Yes Miss I, err 6!! I mean 6!! Oh, This slave begs forgiveness!!! 6 did as commanded Miss, 6 did everything requested Miss! Please forgive 6!!” Tina openly stuttered and sputtered, tears again choking her breath.

“I will forgive 6 this once, but no more. I am proud of you 6 for doing as I have commanded.” The Lady said with a hint of warmth and love in her voice. Tina was stunned to feel a reciprocating warmth and honor flood her mind and body. “Now 6, are you ready?” Tina sniffled a little, but nodded and whispered “Yes Miss, 6 is ready.”

Leaning down carefully, the Lady scrutinized every inch of Tina, giving the girl a chance to catch her breath and prepare for the next phase. Stepping away from the girl she flicks on a butane torch, making the whoosh of flame and the smell of fuel fill the room. Turning back to the girl, she can’t help but notice her shivering and quivering in reaction. Stroking her thigh calmly, she begins to draw a pattern on the girls upper arm. Snaking a line down her arm, she finishes a stylized “M” on the flesh, about 3 inches square on the center of the left upper arm. Holding a package in front of Tina’s eyes, she slowly rips open and removes the scalpel from it’s sanitary wrapping.

The Lady smiles at Tina and Tina tears up, but nods at her bravely, the quivering lip betraying her fear. Softly the Lady whispers “You’ll do great my pet.” and places the scalpel blade into the flame of the torch. Watching the metal turn white hot, she carefully draws the hot metal assuredly down the drawn “M” drawing half the mark before Tina can even react. Sucking in a tortured breath, Tina wails loudly, her cries bouncing off the kitchen walls and swallowed by the rain tinkling on the roof. Thrashing once again in her bonds, she sobs and whimpers, but never once says no or stop.

Waiting for the cries to stop, the Lady once again begins heating the scalpel, keeping a careful eye on both the slave girl and the whitened branding. Returning to the girl she once again lays the metal to flesh and finishes the letter M. Plunging the scalpel in the metal bucket of water already prepared in the kitchen sink, she turns off the torch.

Tina meanwhile is screaming once more, a little less than last time, the shock and knowledge of the pain blunting the edge of it a bit. Tears fill her eyes, but she harshly coughs out “Thank you Miss for branding your property!” Turning with surprise, the Lady leans down to kiss the girl tenderly on the neck and brush her damp hair from her face. “You’re welcome my pet. Now for the hard part. You may choose. Where shall you be pierced? As I’ve told you before, it will be followed by a whipping, so choose wisely.”

Tina had thought this all out before hand, knowing that a body piercing would stand the chance of being removed - by force - from the following beating. Fearing the pain she’d just felt on nipples or pussy, she hesitated. Unable to face the option of a facial piercing, she softly says “6 would like a labial piercing please Miss.” The Lady nods, as if she had known what would be chosen before hand. Picking up more rope, she carefully ties a loop on one knee and leans down to run the rope down, under and out the other side of the Island countertop (the space for chairs allowing this) and tugging at the rope - thus pulling the knees outward, she ties it off to the other knee. This tying leaves the girls knees strung wide apart and her vulnerable pussy absolutely available to use.

“Now 6, this shouldn’t hurt at all… comparison wise.” The Lady states soothingly, if a little mockingly. She pulled out a prepared piercing kit and casually pulled on rubber gloves. Tina cringed at the sound and struggled briefly, her fear overriding her sense. The Lady smacked her pussy hard in reaction and Tina struggled to be still.

Then the Lady proceeded to carefully wipe the girl’s left labia with betadine. She wait’s a few moments, then wipes most of it off with an alcohol wipe. Lining the needle up, she confidently shoves it through the pulled out lip, the skin at first resistant, then giving way with a sickening sluuuuurp sound. Tina sobbed but didn’t scream as one more pain was administered to her body. “Good pet, you did very, very good.” the Lady said softly, carefully and swiftly removing the needle and threading a captured ball ring into the torn hole. Wiping everything down with alcohol again, she expects another wail from the slave, but is pleased to only hear a whimper. “Very good girl.”