Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  The first two were relatively easy, and were dispatched within the first hour. I texted notice of each emission as instructed but received no return communication to acknowledge them. After a couple of hours I tried again, it was get more difficult and my cock was starting to soften even before I was getting it properly hard. The envelope was playing on my mind and it was hard to concentrate on the job in hand.

  It was almost mid-day the next day before I completed the minimum five orgasms, and no sooner had I texted notification of my completion of the task than I got a text back congratulating me and granting me permission to open the envelope.

  I nervously peeled open the envelope and peered inside. As I suspected there was a smaller envelope inside and a letter made up of several pages and stapled in the top left hand corner. I pulled both of them out and tossed the larger envelope aside. As I picked up the letter I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the smaller envelope had holes cut in it, and each hole had a letter written by the side of it. Through the holes all I could see was blank paper. I turned the envelope over, more holes, more letters and a note written along the top edge.

  'DO NOT OPEN UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE LETTER AND FOLLOWED THE INSTRUCTIONS!'

  I put the envelope down, opened the letter and started to read.

  "My beloved slave, these past weeks and months your actions have made me extremely happy and proud. Now that you have proved your utter devotion to me, I want to reward you by offering you the chance to fulfill a dream of yours that I know you have harboured for a long time. If you accept this offer there will be no more pre-arranged femdom sessions, there will be no need. You will serve me sexually as I require, from day to day. Outwardly there will be no change to our marriage, we will still be husband and wife and generally we will continue as normal. But when it comes to sex, I will control you completely. Your cock and balls will belong to me, to do with as I please. This may mean very long periods of teasing and denial for you, and your chastity device will be permanently fitted unless I remove it."

  As I read the letter, my cock, which had appeared completely lifeless just minutes before was trying to get hard again.

  "You will of course be required to pleasure me as often as I request it. But I shouldn't imagine that will be any great hardship for someone who loves eating pussy as much as you do. I imagine your poor cock is trying to get hard now, I wonder how many times you've cum since I left? I hope it's not too many, but I hope it's not too few either...."

  I winced as my slightly sore cock became almost fully hard and the tip touched the inside of my boxer shorts.

  "I'm sure you have a lot of questions slave, but the answer to nearly all of them is 'yes'. It's very simple, I will control your cock, your balls, your ass and your tongue. You will continue to eat your cum when I allow you to cum (I wonder if you've been doing that while I've been away slave, I hope so, you should know by now that that is a non-negotiable condition of relief for you these days) and I will continue to dominate you as and when it pleases me. I am not going to be specific about how often that may be slave, because it will vary as to my mood, but I promise you it will be a more often than once a month...yes slave, a LOT more often than that."

  My poor cock was as hard as it could be by this time, especially considering the demands placed on it over the last eighteen hours.

  "You should be aware slave, that when I say that I will own your cock, balls, ass and mouth I mean exactly that. I have no immediate plans to move beyond what we have already experienced together, but if one day I should change my mind then I expect you to comply with my wishes without question. How does that sound slave? I bet your cock is hard now isn't it?"

  It certainly was although the implications of that sentence filled me half with dread and half with shameful lust.

  "You know what that means don't you slave? It means that one day I might decided to cuckold you and have you clean my pussy or ass afterwards. Who knows, I might even have you clean the cock that fucked me too. Can you imagine licking your Mistress's pussy juice off another man's cock slave? Not to mention his cum? Still you're used to eating cum by now slave, you've eaten enough of your own and I doubt it will taste that different."

  My head was swimming as I read this, surely she couldn't mean this. Surely this was just another test, another way to get me to prove my submission to her. But then I realised how clever this part was, because even if she had no intention at all of going through with any of this she knew that it would always be hanging over me, always in the back of my mind. And if she should change her mind one day, well I'd already agreed. Not only that, but in time I would probably have accepted it and would comply with her wishes. Despite the negative feelings the thought of my wife having another man's cock inside her stirred in me, I was now as hard as a rock. I read on...

  "I know you're confused slave, but I know your cock is hard reading this. It's difficult for you to accept what you've just read isn't it. But at the same time you know that you will do ANYTHING to please me. Isn't that right slave?"

  I heard myself say 'Yes Mistress' aloud, to the empty room.

  "Now if you are happy to proceed, text me the word 'YES'. If you are not happy to proceed, text the word 'NO'. In this case do not read any further, I will ring you back.

  My hands were shaking as I picked up the phone and typed the three letters into the keypad. I stood, staring down at the screen for several minutes, before I finally got up the courage to press 'send'. Finally, after several false starts I managed to press the button and watched as the screen changed to show that the message had been sent.

  I picked up the letter again, turned over the page and continued reading.

  "Well done slave, if you are reading this then you must have texted me the word 'yes' and have agreed to continue. If you have not done this, do not read any further!"

  The rest of the page was blank and I turned the page again.

  "Now slave, you will need three dice before you continue."

  I turned back to the dresser and picked up the dice and then continued.

  "The envelope has various holes cut in it, and each hole is marked with a letter. Using the list below fill in the holes as instructed."

  A - Roll one dice and enter the figure into the space provided.

  B - Roll three dice and enter the total figure into the space provided.

  C - Roll one dice and enter the figure into the space provided.

  D - Roll one dice and enter the figure into the space provided.

  E - Roll three dice and enter the total figure into the space provided.

  F - Sign your name and insert the date and time next to it.

  "When you have completed this text the word 'DONE' to my phone. Your acceptance of my terms will then be complete, and you will be truly deserving of the name 'slave'."

  I followed the instructions to the letter and a few seconds later the phone rang. As I answered it I could feel my hand trembling.

  "Well done slave. I am very pleased with you. I will not speak to you again until I get home. In the meantime I want you to complete the rest of your orgasms, four more I think it was, and then, and only then, you may open the envelope."

  "Thank you Mistress."

  "I wouldn't thank me yet slave...I would wait until you see what's inside the envelope."

  It took until late on Saturday night to complete the task Mistress had set me and when I finally came for the ninth time my cock was only half hard and was quite red. But assuming that after tomorrow I was unlikely to be coming for some time I reasoned that starting another period in the CB-3000 was best initiated with empty balls. And my balls were EMPTY!

  With the taste of my cum still fresh in my mouth, I finally reached for the envelope and with trembling fingers opened the flap and pulled out the piece of paper which lay inside. I was exhausted but I needed to see exactly what my 'special reward' entailed.

  I ****** *******, hereby agree to become sexually enslaved to Mistress ********* ***
**** for a period of not less than (a) ( 5 ) years, and not more than (b) ( 13 ) years. During this time I will at all times endeavour to please my Mistress in any and all ways requested and attend to her sexual needs immediately, whenever called upon to do so.

  As a willing slave, I accept that my needs are far less important than my Mistress's and as such I agree to a mimium orgasm rate per year of (c)( 4 ) which will remain constant throughout the period of the agreement unless Mistress decides to change it. These guaranteed orgasms are to be apportioned as Mistress sees fit, the only stipulation being that at least one orgasm must be provided in each six month period. There is to be no upper limit set, but all orgasms granted over and above the minimum will be at Mistress's discretion. To facilitate this, slave will wear a chastity device at all times, the sole key for which will be in the possession of the Mistress.

  Slave accepts that Mistress may use whatever means she deems necessary to determine slave's suitability for release from the chastity belt, including tasks to be completed (eg - number of orgasms provided for the Mistress, menial tasks such as washing Mistress's car, or the completion of exercise as proscribed) and at the same time acknowledges that release does not automatically guarantee sexual pleasure or relief.

  Slave accepts that during the period of this agreement Mistress may decide to cuckold him or use him to service others (of either sex) in whatever way she sees fit. However, slave will not be expected to service more than (d) ( 3 ) persons during any one twenty four hour period and not more than (e) ( 11 ) persons in any one calendar month (both figures exclude the Mistress). There is no limit to the number of others (of either sex) that Mistress may be intimate with, but in the event of such an occurrence slave will be kept informed at all times and will be required to attend/watch/provide service if requested.

  This agreement will be terminated on completion of the number of years stated above in (b) unless the Mistress decides to end it sooner. In any event this agreement will remain in force at least until the completion of the number of years stated above in (a). Once this agreement is terminated the Mistress will be within her rights to seek another agreement, the terms of which will be decided at the time of renewal (by the Mistress).

  I enter into this agreement freely and willingly and agree to be bound by it's conditions.

  The End.

  The Room

  I met Jan on my first day at university, and fell in love with her immediately. She was tall and willowy, with cascades of auburn hair framing a pretty face. She was fun to be with, always ready to party, but also intelligent and thoughtful. I worshipped the ground she walked on, and tried to be with her as much as possible. Unfortunately Jan didn't share my feelings for her. She was a reliable friend but nothing more; always ready for an intellectual discussion or for going to the pub with a group of mates, but either she didn't fancy me or she was saving herself for her husband, for she didn't date as far as I knew. Eventually I learned to live with my unrequited lust and stopped trying to seduce her; it had come very close to destroying our friendship, and I dared not risk that.

  After a few years I fell in love again and got married; Jan followed suit shortly afterwards – we went to each others' weddings and the four of us became and stayed firm and loyal friends throughout bringing up children. Jan and Russell lived at the other end of the country, so we didn't see them that often, but we'd visit occasionally and also meet up with other university friends. Every time I saw Jan I wondered how life would have panned out if she had responded to my advances and we had ended up married. She and Russell seemed to have a loving relationship - they still held hands when out walking, for instance - and although I liked him a lot I felt obscurely jealous of the fact that he had had sex with Jan countless times ...

  One year – by that time we were all in our early fifties and the kids had left home – they invited us to share a little cottage they had booked in Derbyshire. Of course my wife Debbie and I accepted immediately – there were few people with whom we would rather have shared a cottage, and we looked forward to long walks, good food and conversation, and sizeable amounts of wine being consumed. Arrangements were duly made and we arrived at the remote farmhouse about half an hour before Jan and Russell, lit the fire (it was March) and chose one of the two double bedrooms – the one we thought was the less desirable, to be polite, although in fact the whole place was luxuriously appointed.

  Jan and Russell arrived and we kissed and hugged and cracked open a bottle of wine. Jan sorted out the food they had brought while Russell unpacked their clothes upstairs. It was a very old house with many quirky features – a stone spiral staircase, for instance, as in a castle – and it took us a while to locate some of the facilities we wanted, such as a washing machine. The weather forecast was not good and I anticipated we might need one if we went walking in the rain.

  'There doesn't seem to be a drying room, or anywhere to air stuff off,' Debbie observed.

  'Oh, there's a big cupboard under the eaves off our bedroom,' Russell said. 'More like an extra room really. The hot water tank's in there, it'd be ideal for drying stuff off.'

  The website had made a big feature of the wild birds which frequented the garden, and being something of a twitcher I had brought my big phallic telescope and tripod, and set it up in front of the picture window which looked out onto the garden and down the valley.

  'Well, that'll give us something to do if it rains all the time,' laughed Jan. 'That and playing Scrabble.'

  'Yes, we can watch the neighbours,' said Debbie. 'Except there aren't any.'

  My wife and I cooked the meal that night (the couples planned to alternate) and we ate and drank to repletion. I normally go to bed pretty early, and get up at dawn, but tonight everyone else seemed of a like mind too, and we tottered off upstairs before 11. Jan was looking desirable in thin tight jeans and a blouse, and I wished that I was accompanying her to bed. She's aged well – her hair is shorter but still startlingly ginger, her figure still slim apart from a little tummy. I resolved to vent my lust on my wife, but in fact I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

  I awoke early, as usual, and pottered downstairs in the silent house to make a pot of tea and look at the birds, as always more active at dawn. To my delight a greater spotted woodpecker clung to one of the feeders.

  After a while I heard a noise, and turned to see Jan come into the room. She looked sleepy and her hair was tousled, her face without any make-up, which made her look older but prettier and more vulnerable. She wore a full-length blue silk nightie with spaghetti straps and from the way the morning sun outlined her body it was clear that there was nothing under it. She squinted at me.

  'Morning. Anything interesting to see?' Jan's voice is soft and husky at the best of times.

  'Woodpecker. Come and have a look. Oh, there might be some tea in the pot.'

  She sat next to me on the bench which I had placed in front of the window and peered through the telescope. I felt the warmth of her hip against mine. In aligning the 'scope again I automatically put my arm around her waist, letting my hand rest casually on her hip. Only a flimsy layer of silk was between me and her naked skin. Jan can be very affectionate, although she doesn't flirt, and we quite often put our arms around each other.

  This time I felt her arm around my waist too, and when she had looked though the 'scope we just sat there like an old couple. Jan rested her head against my shoulder.

  'I had the most amazing sex last night,' she said softly. We hardly ever discussed sexual matters, at least not in a personal context, so I was rather surprised at this conversational gambit.

  'Hmmnn?'

  'Mmm. I had dozens of orgasms. I'm still tingling.'

  I couldn't think of a suitable response, and just concentrated on the feel of her tingling warmth under my hand.

  'I suppose,' she mused, 'if I'm honest, I've never really enjoyed sex much.'

  'Really?'

  'Oh, don't get me wrong, I mean, I like sex, of course,
but only as part of making love. I've never been bothered about it for its own sake.'

  'But last night ...?'

  'Last night – all night in fact – I just couldn't get enough. I just wanted sex, pure undiluted raw sex. Love didn't come into it ...'

  I wish I'd been there, I thought, and stroked her hip, confirming the absence of panties.

  'Nothing wrong with that.' I was conscious of an erection stiffening rapidly in my trousers. A glance showed that her nipples were hard.

  'No ...' she chuckled. 'I'll see if Russ wants a cup of tea. He's worn out, poor guy.'

  She got up slowly, trailing her hand across my back, and the spell was broken. I watched her in the kitchen, her body languid with orgasmic afterglow, caressed by the flimsy silk. Jan was still a very desirable woman. She took two cups upstairs and didn't reappear; I imagined her slipping into bed again and awakening her husband with further demands. My erection took a very long time to subside.

  Later, when everyone was up and breakfasted, we decided to go for a walk anyway, despite the showers which had now set in. We could take in a pub lunch on the way. Waterproofs and boots were donned, and we set off. After lunch it rained very hard, and we all ended up rather damp even with the waterproof gear. By mutual consent we took a short cut back to the cottage and stood in the hallway dripping and laughing. We shed our waterproofs and I made a big pot of tea while the others went upstairs to shower and change. My wife was down fairly quickly but Jan and Russell took ages – I wondered if Jan's new-found love of sex had delayed them. Maybe I was right, for when they appeared both were looking flushed and happy. Jan's smile lights up a room, and once again I found myself falling in love with her.