Slave Erotica Volume 2

by Charlie Buxton

  "Do I please you?"

  "Very much, but not as much as you are about to."

  Steve pulled into a driveway in a quiet neighborhood and waited for the garage door to rise. He pulled into the garage, got out and came around the car to open her door. "Turn until your legs are out of the car." She did as told and looked up. Steve had undone his jeans and lowered them slightly, he was not wearing underwear. Julie immediately knew what to do. She leaned forward and kissed his turgid, rampant cock. She began licking it up and down and then wanted to see if she could swallow it whole. She opened her mouth wide and began to move her wet mouth down his length. When it was a little more than three quarters she could go no farther, and she moved back up running her tongue over the underside. "We'll work on that." He told her. Then she began sucking on the wonderful cock in her mouth. He let her go on for a while then stopped her.

  He pulled her out of the car and led her to the hood where he laid her back. He put his cock at her dripping opening and rammed home. As Julie screamed at the suddenness he wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move in and out of her body. Julie writhed on the hood of the car, loving the hard, thick cock impaling her. Suddenly Julie screamed again and her body bucked hard on the car as it clamped down on the member buried deep in her, spilling its seed. When Steve had recovered he told Julie to get on her knees and clean him. When she was done she was to see what might be her new home.

  Julie was shown the bedroom and allowed to clean up and call Andie. It was a beautiful room with a big pine bed. Steve told her to rest for an hour then he would show her the rest of the house and they would talk. She woke refreshed and ready for what was to come.

  She wandered around until she found him in the living room sitting on the couch having a drink. She thought again how beautiful he was. He felt his eyes on her and came to her then.

  "Would you like a drink?"

  "Please. Whatever you are having would be fine." She was nervous again, her palms getting damp. They sat down together on the couch and he began to speak.

  "I know we have talked quite a bit about what we would like and not like. I told you that I will want to push you, to find your limits and make no mistake I mean to do just that. You may discuss things with me, but that is all. Is this acceptable to you?"

  "I will tell you honestly that I am very nervous, but I do want this. I want to find my limits. I want to find if we are as compatible as we seemed in our chats."

  "Good. Then we will do our two week trial as agreed and see if we want to go farther. Now let's get you settled and shown around."

  As he showed Julie around his home with his arm around her waist she could not help but feel she had finally found what she was looking for. "This," he said as they reached the last room, "is the playroom." Julie looked around at the various apparatus and could not help but shiver with nervous excitement. He felt the movement and saw the anticipation in her eyes. "Strip!"

  Goose bumps broke out on Julie's skin as her clothes came off. Steve watched her every move, enjoying her body as it was revealed to him. Thoughts of torturing those big, full breasts while the already thick nipples were engorged with blood had his cock hardening behind the fly of his jeans and when her round luscious ass was revealed to his lecherous gaze it came to full mast. When she was totally nude, he had her undress him.

  Julie enjoyed the task, reveling in unveiling his body to her adoring gaze. She slowly undid the buttons running fingers over the skin she uncovered. She kneeled before him and since he was already barefoot kissed the top of each foot. She ran hands up over jean-clad legs to a well formed ass to skim the front as she slowly unbuttoned the jeans and slid the zipper down. As she pulled the pants down she lightly ran her nails down the outer thighs as he groaned with appreciation. When they were down, he lifted each leg in turn so she could pull them off. When she was done she stayed kneeling waiting for his next instruction.

  He left her kneeling as he walked over to the wall. When he came back he held something small in his big hands. "Knees spread wide and your hands clasped behind your neck." She moved quickly to obey. He knelt down in front of her and took a nipple in between his fingers and thumb and began to pinch it mercilessly. When she closed her eyes and her nipple was swelling he took a clamp and quickly applied it. Julie looked down to see a clamp with a decorative weight pulling and pinching her abused nipple. He moved to the other and applied the same treatment. Julie noticed as she breathed the weights moved and pulled even more sending a delicious feeling rippling through her body centering in her already moistening pussy. Steve stood up and back to appraise his handiwork. "Very nice."

  He pulled her to her feet and led her to a padded bench and told her to kneel on it with her breasts hanging off the other side. "I am going to spank you now and as I wield the paddle your breasts will shake causing the weights to pull. You are to stay kneeling, is that understood?"

  "Yes Sir."

  Steve picked up his favorite paddle and caressed the cheeks before him. Julie shivered as the smooth wood gently moved over her flesh and she closed her eyes to savor the feeling. Then it was gone, there was a rush of air and a loud smack of wood on flesh. Julie tried to hold in the sounds as the fire raced up her spine. Before the impact had fully registered the sound of another blow resounded in the room. Julie moaned as the fire reached her brain telling her she was in trouble. Another blow and another, now something soft, furry and oh so comforting, Julie sighed in relief. The paddle again, then the fur, over and over until the line between the two blurred and she was no longer sure which was which.

  "You are an excellent sub, Julie!" Steve whispered in her ear as his hand began to roam to her depth and found her wet and wanting. "Such a good girl for me. Now, I know you told me that you have had a cock in your ass but that it was not very big. I have something for you." Steve walked over to a table and picked up a small plug and brought it over to her. "This is the first one. See, not so big." He inserted it into her sopping wet cunt and fucked her with it until she moaned. Then he pulled it out and opened her cheeks wide to see her little pink puckered anus. Julie moaned at his hands on her ass, it was so tender! He put the tip of the plug to her opening and began to push. Julie loved having her asshole played with and pushed back until it was fully embedded in her bottom.

  Steve chuckled with delight at his new submissive. He pulled it in and out several times to make sure it was not going to hurt her then removed it entirely. Julie was disappointed at having it removed and let a sigh escape her lips to let him know. "Don't worry, I told you that it was the first." He showed her a larger one and repeated the process. Julie had a bit of trouble with this one as it was quite a bit larger. "Okay, this is the one for now then." He told her and proceeded to attach a harness to it. Then he removed the clamps. "Now, it is time to get dressed as we are going out for dinner."

  Julie was told to dress up and in heels. She didn't know how she was going to walk or sit, between the spanking and the plug she was very sore. Somehow she managed to get in his car and sit for the ride to the restaurant. He helped her out and arm and arm they walked in. Julie could only thank God she had his arm to hold on to. She sat down gingerly in her seat and looked over the menu. It was a pleasant meal and she really enjoyed just talking to Steve. They had much in common besides D/s. When it was over he told her he wanted to take her dancing. Julie told Steve that she really didn't think she could, not after their afternoon's activities.

  "Well, perhaps on this one occasion you might be right." He conceded.

  So they drove home and she was told to go to the bedroom to strip and then come to the playroom. "Yes Sir"

  "And Julie, you have five minutes. Do not make me wait."

  With those words ringing in her ears Julie moved as fast as she was able. She arrived in the playroom with three seconds to spare.

  Steve told her to go to the cross. Julie walked up to the St. Andrew's cross with fear and anticipation. She still remembered her first BDSM meeting an
d seeing the submissive bound and flogged on it. Steve bound her hands and feet to the cross and stood back to see her spread. Her bottom was still a tad red from her earlier spanking and he thought the color suited her well. He took a flogger from the wall, a deer skin flogger that he had lovingly made himself. It fit his hand like a glove.

  Julie heard a rush of air and felt the bite of the flogger and writhed for Steve. How she loved the feel of a flogger! Over and over again she felt the sting and bite and was lost in sub space. "Please Sir may I cum!!!"

  "No!" Steve was panting with his exertions but he didn't want her cumming yet. He did slow down the blows to take stock of his work. She was straining, trying to find release where there was none. Her face and body were covered in a sheen of sweat as she was panting trying to hold back the tide. Her back and legs were a gorgeous shade of deep pink, her ass a glowing red from the two beatings and the plug in between her rounded cheeks was moving at a furious pace as she worked her muscles. Steve could hold back no longer as he stripped off his own clothes and put his sweat-sheened front to her back. She cried out as she rubbed her body furiously against his, instinctively searching for his cock to fill her in her frenzy.

  Steve slowly pushed his hard, throbbing member into her steaming, hot soaking cunt. Julie cried out as a tremor wracked her body. He began to fuck her hard and furious and she pushed back as much as she could. Finally, Steve took her neck in his mouth and told her, "Now! Cum for me, now!"

  She exploded into what felt like a million pieces as continued to pump into her. When she felt his teeth set in her should she shook again as another orgasm overtook her body, and she cried out yet again as she felt him pump his cum deep into her abused body. When she was finally allowed to stop, Julie collapsed against the cross completely spent.

  Steve released her bonds and they sat in a heap at the base of the cross trying to relearn to breathe. When they could walk again they went to the shower and cleaned up, washing each other gently. They dried off and crawled into bed and fell into an exhausted sleep.

  Julie dreamed of what the next day might bring.

  Her First Sir

  I had placed the ad seeking a Dominant to train me, mostly out of desire for e-mails to feed my submissive fantasies. I never really planned on meeting any of the people who e-mailed me for encounters. I generally had bad feelings about the people who placed ads seeking sexual encounters and thought it probably wasn't a healthy thing to get involved with. When I got his e-mail, however, it struck me as different from the rest. His interest was actually in me learning and being safe; it seemed like I could just hand myself over to him and be OK.

  After talking with him on the phone, I decided to do it. He then became the one in charge as he instructed me on writing directions to his house, on calling him as I left, on when I should arrive. So there I was sitting in his driveway - this was the moment he couldn't force me to make. I had to step out of the car and knock on the door of my own volition. My breath caught in my throat and stayed there and I stepped out of the car and walked weak kneed to the door. I started to knock on the door when all of a sudden it opened.

  "I didn't know what to wear," I started to say.

  "I didn't ask you to speak," he said. His voice had caught me off guard as very kind from the first moment we spoke on the phone. He looked different than I had imagined in my head - kinder or more gentle, certainly able to physically control me if he wanted but there was a kindness in his face that I had not imagined being there. "Go into the living room and kneel down on the floor."

  I was shaking uncontrollably, partially from nerves and partially from excitement. I had always played around with control with guys I had been with in the past but had never however felt comfortable telling anyone that I wanted to be treated as nothing more than a fuck toy. I wanted to be tied down. I wanted to be called names. I wanted to be ordered around. I could feel myself getting wet with the excitement of the moment as I knelt down in his living room.

  "From this moment on you will call me Sir. Do you have any questions?" he asked softly.

  "No, Sir."

  "Do you need to use the bathroom or want a glass of water?"

  "No, Sir"

  "Face forward," he commanded as he slipped behind me. I felt his hand on my face and suddenly he had a piece of fabric wrapped tightly around my eyes. "Can you see anything?"

  "No, Sir," I said with a sudden burst of fear. I could feel myself begin to cry into the blindfold.

  He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.

  "Good" he growled into my ear.

  His voice was no longer soft and kind. His voice was brutal. He continued to pull on my hair and pulled me to my feet. He then took my hand and led me upstairs. My legs bumped into what I thought was a bed and he turned me around.

  "Sit down!" he hissed and shoved me backwards.

  He held my head by the hair and tilted my face so it was facing upwards. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek.

  "You are going to suck my cock, slut! You are going to suck my cock like a good little fuck whore. You want to, don't you? It's making you wet just thinking about it, isn't it? Don't lie to me because I can smell you. I can smell how wet you are."

  He let go of my hair and I could hear him pulling his pants down. My heart pounded in my chest and my cunt began to ache.

  "Take off your shirt," he ordered.

  I unbuttoned my shirt and let if fall off my shoulders and down my back. The feel of it sliding across my skin, combined with the rush of excitement, shot chills through my body. I gave the slightest gasp. Suddenly my head was jerked back by the hair; pain shot through my body.

  "You will not cum! Do you hear me? You will not cum until I tell you that you are to cum. You are here for my pleasure and I will do with you as I please. Your pleasure is secondary," he said as he pulled my hair back harder, "Do you understand me?"

  "Yes, Sir," I managed to say in the weakest voice I had ever heard come from my body.

  "That didn't sound like you understood," he hissed, pulling my hair even tighter. "Do you understand me, you little bitch?"

  I gasped trying to speak through the pain shooting through my head, "Yes, Sir."

  He let go of my hair and said, "Good - now take off your bra. I wanna see my cum running all over those tits."

  Until that moment it had not occurred to me that we might not even have sex that night. It had not occurred to me that I might only please him and leave with an aching deeper than I had ever felt before. I was lost in the thought of it and the feeling of disappointment when I felt the heat of his cock touch my lips.

  "You suck it good, you little whore!"

  I opened my mouth to allow the tip of his cock in. I had not seen his cock before he put the blindfold on me so I had no idea how large it was. I tried to slowly get a feel for it before I started fully sucking him off, but he grabbed the back of my head and rammed his cock into my mouth. I gagged as I felt his cock hit my throat, but that only served to stimulate him more. He began to pump his pelvis into my face while holding my head so I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move my tongue. I couldn't think. Tears rolled down my cheeks each time I held back a gag. Meanwhile, he started to push his cock deeper and deeper down my throat, pumping harder and harder into my face.

  I could feel myself growing hotter and wetter. I started getting used to his cock pushing into my face. I wanted to please him and began working my tongue around his thrusts. I eased my hand up to his balls and gently tugged with each thrust. I could taste his pre-cum and could hear in his moans that I was indeed pleasing him. I could feel my cunt growing closer to exploding and started to moan a bit myself. I squeezed my thighs together when out of nowhere he grabbed my hair and forced his cock into my mouth deeper than it had been before. Then he pulled my face back and I gasped for breath, still unable to see what was going on.

  "You were about to cum, weren't you? Weren't you? You are such a slut," he growled.

  He held my
hair tight until my face was aimed at the ceiling. I could hear that he was jacking himself and the quicker he jacked, the tighter he held my hair. Finally, I felt the first spurt of cum hit my cheek, then more on my neck and across my tits. More and more cum splattered on my bare skin - it seemed to keep coming and coming until he finished cumming and let my hair go.

  "You are so nasty it's disgusting! Don't move," he commanded as I heard him walk away.

  He stayed gone for what seemed like nearly an hour. His cum ran down my face and tits and eventually dried on my skin. I did not dare move until he entered the room again.