by Sofia Connor
"It...unnnh..." She was gasping now, distracted by James' tongue. "It feels like sex, Professor, like that moment in sex right before you cum, when the pleasure is so intense that it takes over your mind, and you know that you're going to, oh, going to cum but you're just on the edge and that feels even better, because you can hold it there, and when I obey, it's like I'm holding it there, I never want to stop doing what I'm told for you, oh, oh, oh!" She shuddered, and slowly sank to her knees. James helped her sink down safely, still licking her pussy. He hadn't been told to stop yet.
"Arthur," she said, looking down at the man she was fucking, "tell me how it feels to obey."
"It's..." his eyes were so glazed with pleasure and need that he had difficulty forming words, but she could see that her command was forcing him to talk despite the panting, gasping, aching need to cum... "It's so good," he whimpered, "like being held and taken and fucked with your words, fucked by your mind, so good, ohhh..." Karyn felt herself ride over the edge into orgasm on hearing his mindless, chanting babble of lust and submission, but she wasn't sated yet.
"Heather, lick and suck James' cock. James, tell me how it feels to obey, and don't cum until I tell you to."
The two of them switched positions, and James began to speak. She could see Heather's juices glistening on his lips. "It feels like floating, floating in an ocean of pleasure, like there's nothing but me and your words, and I..." He let out a shuddery gasp of pleasure. "I can't stop myself, but I don't want to stop myself, I want to obey, I need to obey, it feels too good to stop myself, please, command me more, please..."
And she did. "James, come around behind me and start fucking my ass. Heather, caress my body, fondle me all over." Karyn had never touched a woman before, never even thought of herself as having bisexual tendencies, but Heather just looked so sexy when Karyn made her do things, and...and suddenly, she felt two cocks inside her, sliding in and out, working her body in rhythm, pumping into her, and Heather's hands rubbed her tits, caressed her neck, and it just felt so good, and Karyn felt herself sliding over into orgasm again, so much bigger than the last, so much more powerful, it was just going on, and on, and on, and on, and she heard herself gasping out, "Cum, cum, all of you, oh, cummmm..." She felt them shooting their load into her, saw Heather suddenly and spontaneously shudder in orgasm, and that pushed her past the edge into one last, deep, explosive burst of pleasure before she finally slumped down onto her students, exhausted.
And then a few minutes later, she did it all over again.
*****
"No?" The Devil sounded more astonished than angry. "What do you mean, 'No'?"
"I mean 'no'. I don't want your gift. What you have offered, I now refuse. I don't think I can make it any clearer than that."
The Devil paced up and down the length of Karyn's bedroom, leaving brief flaring hoof-marks that quickly vanished. "This is impossible. I watched you. I saw you. I know you. I know everyone. Nobody ever turns this down, not ever. It's what everyone secretly wants." He almost sounded depressed. Karyn had to fight a strange urge to pat him on the shoulder and tell him it wasn't his fault.
"It's not what I want."
The Devil rounded on her, eyes blazing. "Then what the Hell do you want?"
Karyn smiled. "I thought you'd never ask." She explained her idea. It didn't take long.
The Devil listened. "And why would I want to do that? It doesn't sound like it would tempt you very much--you might wind up doing evil, but not in a way that would tarnish your soul. Free will is an important factor, you know."
"You'd do it because...you gave me the power in the hopes that it would tarnish my soul, because I'd be tempted to make people do wicked things. Right?" The Devil nodded. "Think about all the souls that would be tarnished if you did what I ask."
A slow, cruel smile spread across the Devil's features. "Done!" he said. He made a complex, occult gesture and vanished, but Karyn already felt it deep within her. He had granted Karyn her heart's desire, and she couldn't wait to begin using it.
*****
The students of 'Introduction to Anthropology and Archeology' waited impatiently. Professor Bell was already five minutes late for class, and they'd heard the rumors that she'd flaked out and canceled classes yesterday. Many of them were already looking toward the exit, wondering if they could get away with leaving, when Professor Bell walked in. And when they looked at her, they knew. They all instantly, intuitively realized it, without even knowing how. She would do anything they wanted. All they needed to do was give her a command, and she would obey. She would happily, blissfully obey any command she was given. All they needed to do was say it.
They began to wonder what it would be like...
The End.
His Property
I gripped onto the arm rest of my chair as the airplane started to land. Millions of butterflies fluttered in my stomach making me uneasy. I was really nervous for who was waiting for me at the end of the boarding tunnel.
The old lady sitting next to me looked at me calmly.
"Are you all right child? There is nothing to be afraid of."
Nodding my head I reply
"I know."
The lady didn't know that I had everything to be scared of. What if he didn't like me because of my appearance. My long black hair, my big brown bambi eyes. I always thought of rejection first before I met someone. Rejection has always been a fear of mine. Always have, always will be.
I have never met Sam in real life before, so of course I was very nervous. Our relationship started off when we first met online.
I use to be a lady. Went to church, volunteer at local schools, help old people in the hospital, dressed well, and I'm a virgin.
For a nineteen year old girl I sure had a lot of strange thoughts of being sexually used. Having a master and having him use me whenever he wanted and to use me for his own pleasure. That's how I clicked with Sam.
He always mentioned what really turned him on. Then something in me burst and I wanted to know more, I wanted to know everything. Soon things became more serious and we made talking online a daily routine. Then one day he had the idea of me coming to visit him. I absolutely had no choice but to agree with him. I would fly over there for two weeks and if I wanted I could live there with him.
And now as those two weeks began I grabbed my carry on and started to board off the plane. The old lady right next to me.
Almost reaching the end of the boarding tunnel I stopped and gripped the railing tight. The lady stopped and looked at me.
"What's wrong girl?"
"Nothing," I whispered
Smiling the lady touched my forearm
"Meeting someone darling?"
Nodding my head I smiled
"Yes... I think I'm okay now."
We continued walking until we reached the gate. We broke apart and she smiled waving goodbye to me. Following the signs to the baggage claim I feel strong arms wrap around my waist.
I immediately got stiff. The strong arms turned me around and I was face to face with a gorgeous man about the age of twenty. His arms were around my waist as my cheeks flushed a bright scarlet. I put my hands against his chest for a moment.
I felt two fingers on my chin and I quickly looked up starring into his green eyes. When he kissed me I immediately melted into his arms. I was breathless when we finally pulled away. He took my hand and laced our fingers together as we began to walk.
"So Bree did you have a nice flight?"
"Yeah." Was all I simply said.
"That's good."
He looked me up and down then continued to look forward. I immediately felt like I wasn't good enough.
"You look beautiful Bree."
My cheeks felt hot as we approached the baggage claim. It wasn't hard to find my luggage. Mine was a bright orange one.
Sam carried it all the way to his car which was in a far away parking space where I saw no one else. He put it in the trunk and I looked at how tinted his windows wer
e.
"Get in the back."
"But aren't we suppose to go to your pl-"
"We're not going home just yet Bree. Now don't ever question me." he answered me coldly.
"I'm sorry." was all I said as I got into the back Sam following right behind me. I felt my panties get slightly wet.
"Do you trust me Bree? Do you trust your master?"
I nod my head
"Answer me when I ask you a question."
"Yes sir I trust you."
"Good girl, now close your eyes."
I did as told without even thinking. I felt as he took my hand.
"Not peeking are you?"
"No sir." answering honestly my eyes were shut tight
"Good girl."
I felt as he took my hand and made me hold something big and hard.
"You may now open."
Opening my eyes I see he has put my hand on his big hard dick. I admired at how big it was.
"Remember how you told me you always wanted to do something sexual in the car Bree?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes my master."
Smiling Sam kisses my forehead. "That's my good girl."
He allowed me to call him Sam in public but when we were somewhere private I had to address him by Sir or Master.
"Now Bree what would you like to do with my big hard dick?"
"Mmm, suck it..." I bit my bottom lip feeling my dress ride up my ass exposing my pink lace thong.
"Open your mouth."
I did as I was told and opened looking up at him innocently. Without hesitation he put his dick in my mouth. It didn't take long for me to close my lips around it and began sucking his cock. His dick was sweet and it made me crave him even more.
He started thrusting his cock into my mouth gripping my hair in the back to steady my head. My mouth was filled with him as I heard him moan softly as I started to suck his big fat cock hungrily. He pushed my head all the way filling my throat with his big dick. I was struggling to breath, I started to gag then I felt a good warm liquid fill my mouth. He took his dick out of my mouth and sat up as I gulp down some of his sweetness.
"I never said you could swallow it yet bitch. Now show me."
His hand grabbed my chin roughly. I opened my mouth showing him his delicious white sweetness in my mouth.
"Good girl now you may swallow it."
With two gulps I swallowed the rest of his cum and moaned.
"Now Bree do you like sucking my big cock?"
"Mmm yes sir." I moaned out
"I bet you do. Now clean me off."
I hungrily went for his dick licking off all his cum. I heard him moan and I smiled knowing I have pleased my master. When I was done he commanded me to put it back and I did as I was told. He pulled me to him kissing me with much passion.
"Good girl. Now go get in the front seat, we're gonna go home."
I obeyed as he got in the drivers seat and headed home. He held my hand with his hand not on the steering wheel all the way there.
The End.
Waking Up in Cuffs
I was always a heavy sleeper.
"Kaaat." Your voice sounds in my ear, warm breath on my neck.
I groan, turning my head the opposite way. "Don't wanna get up." I mutter, eyes drifting open anyways. Blinking once or twice, I smile at you and go to sit up. Nothing. How did I not notice this before? Handcuffs keep both my wrists in place, rattling softly as I tug at them. I turn questioning eyes at you.
"Maybe if you didn't sleep like a coma patient..." You trail off, running soft fingertips up my inner thighs and leaning forward to brush your lips over the sensitive skin of my neck.
"Babe, c'mon." I protest, stifling the lustful whimpers your lips brought forth. "I'm so tired, how are you horny at this time of day?"
You throw a leg over me, settling yourself on my hips. "Sleeping naked makes this so much easier. Doesn't it my disobedient girl?" Your hands trail up my sides before stopping to trace circles around my nipples, already swollen in desire. I roll my eyes, handcuffs ringing as I pull again. Your teeth sink into my breast, drawing a shriek from my throat. "I asked you a question." Your soft reminder is punctuated by another bite, gentler this time.
"Yes it does." I agree and am rewarded with your tongue moving slowly over the red mark. You slowly suck on one breast, strong hand kneading the other. Your tongue dances around my extended nipples, a hint of bite before flitting across my tender breasts once more. I moan, sinking into the sensations until you stop as soon as you had started. Infuriating. I growl at you, falling back against my cuffs in frustration.
You sit back, eyes narrowing. "What was that, slave?" Your voice is hard, unforgiving.
I whimper, the name sending shivers down my back. "It was nothing."
You circle a hand in front of my face, gesturing for more. "It was nothing..?"
"It was nothing, Master." I correct myself quickly, rewarded by your dazzling smile.
"Good girl." Your fingers snake through my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling roughly as your other hand slips between my legs.
I moan loudly, you knew just how to push my every button. "Masteeer.." I breathe out shakily, tossing my head back.
"Something you want, slave?" Your fingers withdraw from my pussy, drawing a low groan from my chest.
"Yes." I murmur, lifting my hips in vain. "I want your mouth." The smile gets even bigger, before you lean in to whisper seductively..
"Beg me."
I cannot stifle the throaty moan that escapes my lips. "Please Master." I whimper "Please, I need your tongue to put out the fire between my legs. I need you to touch me, take me, I need it so bad." You kiss me roughly, nipping at my bottom lip.
"Fucking love it when you beg."
A swift wink and you're back at my pussy. I whimper as you slip a finger into me, feeling my tight walls before adding a second digit then rotate my hips as you slowly rock in and out. I whimper again, unsteadily, your talented tongue beginning to dance circles around my clit. "Oh god yes, that feels amazing." I pant. "Mmm, yes..harder.." Your teeth softly close on the tender flesh of my clit and I quietly yelp. The noise turns quickly to a moan when you comply with my request, fingers slamming in fast and deep. Every thrust sends bolts of lightning up my spine, your two fingers stretch me in the most delightful way.
Pulling at the cuffs, in vain, only makes you laugh evilly, pull out and question, "Something wrong?"
I only glare, spinning my wrists slightly. "Please let me out, Master" I put on my sweetest voice to beg. "Pleeeease I want to touch you, I want to please you, make my Master very proud of his little slave."
Your smile twists, taking on a devilish nature. "Nope. Instead.." A pause "I want you to stay still. And quiet." You know that silence is near impossible for me, staying still as well.
"But.." I begin to protest.
Your look silences me "All I want to hear is 'Yes Master'. Do you understand me, slave?"
"Yes Master." I whisper, your grin reappearing.
"Good."
Your fingers are back inside me seconds later and I clamp down on my lower lip to keep from moaning, hands curling into fists. This was going to be a long morning.
The End.
Extra Attention
My lust-addled brain swiftly reached a conclusion; his jeans needed to come off.
Immediately.
The top button was undone, his happy trail running from his bellybutton and disappearing down, like an arrow pointing to the Holy Grail. The prize in question was straining against its confines, and the idea that it was I who did this to him made me writhe underneath him.
"Please..." I begged, because that was what he had reduced me to.
My hands were captive above my head by one of his; every inch of his body was strategically plastered to my naked form, pinning me to his desk and creating a delicious friction when he shifted. He turned me into a needy, frustrated mess underneath him with the skill of an a
rtist.
"Please what?" He spat down at me.
The cords in his neck were strained, his blonde hair was damp, his lips were swollen and his eyes were black as pitch. His face would have been frightening if he hadn't spent the last forty minutes kissing, sucking, biting and licking every inch of my naked body. As it was, I knew he was simply trying incredibly hard not to unzip a little bit more and plunge himself into me.
Which was actually perfect, considering that was exactly what I wanted.
"Please...please..." my arguments, which seemed so coherent in my head, came out in garbled whimpers. "I'm ready now..."
He raised himself slightly, making sure my eyes were on his hand as he lowered it to his jeans.
"You're ready now?" He questioned darkly, and I nodded in response, eyes still fixed on his hand. When he started roughly rubbing himself through his jeans I heard myself moan, without any conscious knowledge of making the sound.
"I'm not sure I believe you. I've spent a great deal of time convincing you – rather eloquently, I feel - how much I want you. You remember my arguments? The ones where I used my teeth, and my tongue, and my fingers?" He was hissing at me, barely managing to get the words out as his hand continued to rub up and down his length.
I nodded more emphatically this time, looking up to meet his intense stare with a desperate one of my own. He ignored my frustration and finished, "and all you can say in response is 'I'm ready now'? Try a little harder."
"I want you to fuck me," I rasped shamelessly – because if this was what I needed to say to get to the Holy Grail – then say it I would. And just in case that didn't work, I pulled out the big guns; the words I know would get him every time. "I want you to make me your little slut, to own me."
His eyes, if possible, became darker, but instead of the harsh glare I expected to see, an amused smirk rose to his face while he shook his head at me.
"Baby," he snarled "I do own you." His tongue ran over my lips in an animalistic gesture of possession.
"But seeing as you don't seem to realize it yet, I think I can spend a couple more hours drilling the message in..."