007

JULIA

After supper and listlessly watching TV for a couple hours, I went to bed with my laptop and searched for Mistress Dark on the web. She had a professionally designed web page showing what services she offered. A lot of them were directed towards offering her services to subs without dominants, but she also offered training, and sold products for the well equipped slave owners home. Her website showed photos of many of the furniture products in use, with only the genitals or breasts of the model blacked out. As I looked at some of them, I felt myself get wet again, imagining myself displayed and used like this, uncompromisingly serving a demanding owner. I needed to cum again. I took off my clothes and got a nice six inch vibrator from my nightstand.

Turning it on, I slowly slid it into my slick pussy. Oh, heavens to betsy, I needed this. I was thrusting it back and forth in my sheath about three minutes from my first orgasm when I heard the front door open and Scott call out, "Honey, I'm home."

Normally, I didn't usually let Scott see me masturbating. It seemed like a private thing I did for myself, but I wanted to cum now and thought, fuck it. "I'm in the bedroom," I called out, a little breathlessly.

He walked through the bedroom door carrying four plain brown boxes of varying sizes. I was still screwing myself, oblivious too much more than that.

"Stop, now!" Scott ordered.

"What?"

"Stop masturbating now," he said.

"I'm so close," I moaned.

"If you're going to be my slave, you might as well grow accustomed to me owning your pleasure. Stop fucking yourself now!"

He wasn't my owner yet, or maybe never, so I thought of ignoring him and finishing myself off, but I sighed and turned it off, pulling it from my sodden pussy and closing my legs so Scott couldn't look up my wet vagina.

"Leave your legs spread and lick your juices off your vibrator. Clean it off, you dirty girl."

Oooh, I started tingling again. I slowly spread my legs, opening myself to him. I brought the vibrator to my mouth and started sucking it off. It wasn't the first time I'd tasted my pussy. I'd licked my fingers clean a few times before after using my fingers to masturbate, but it was the first time I'd licked one of my vibrators. It was covered in my juices. He watched me lick it clean, standing there at the foot of the bed.

"Put it back in the drawer," he ordered, and I obeyed. "Now, resume your position on the bed. Better yet, grab the headboard and don't let go. I don't wanted you tempted to use your fingers to finish what your vibrator started."

"What are you going to be doing?" I asked.

"Taking a shower. I want you to remain like this until I'm done. Acknowledge."

"I'll remain like this until you've finished your shower."

"Good."

He put his boxes in the closet and started stripping off his clothes. His cock was hard and looked as if it had been so for awhile, looking angry and red. I wondered what he'd been doing at Mistress Dark's. I was sure he'd tell me. His clothes went into the hamper and he walked into our bathroom whistling some unrecognized tune. I heard the shower go on and I lay there waiting for him, my legs spread wide and my hands gripping the headboard, a wrought iron arabesque design. My pussy was leaking down the crack of my bottom. I was so aroused right now.

After about ten minutes, the shower ended and shortly thereafter, I heard Scott brushing his teeth. When he returned to the bedroom, his cock was still hard. If anything, it looked harder than before, jutting up at an acute angle from the curly haired stem and dangling sack. Fuck, I wanted him in me so bad right now.

"Don't move," he ordered forcefully, "and don't speak.

I nodded. Scott got on the bed between my legs and started kissing his way up my right leg. I was practically twitching the closer he got to my core, but before his lips touched a single hair on my pussy, he stopped. I arched my hips, silently begging him to touch me, but he ignored me, going to my left leg and starting the whole ascending, lingering, kissing thing up that one. I was ready to scream when he stopped again, just short of my goal. Shit! I needed to cum so bad.

"You're very wet," he said. Of course I was wet. He'd stopped me just before an orgasm and was tormenting me now. I could feel my fluids leaking down to my anus.

"Please..."

"Shhh." He put a finger to my lips. "No speaking." I whimpered.

I arched my back again, begging with my body if I couldn't beg for real. His mouth was so close to my pussy, I could feel his warm breath on my folds, blowing warmly through my pubic hair. My clitoris felt enlarged and was peaking out from its hood. Scott was tormenting me, in the best possible way. His tongue flicked out briefly, probing my sheath. I whimpered again.

"Tasty," he whispered, smacking his lips.

What in the hell had he learned from Mistress Dark. He'd never been like this before. Usually he dived right in and brought me off quickly; not this exquisite torture. I felt his finger lightly stroke my perineum, smearing my fluids around and I gasped. A finger circled the the crinkled sphincter of my anus and I was reminded of what he intended to do with it if I became his slave. His tongue extended again, a momentary circling of my leaking hole, gathering more of my flowing juices, then done, and I could feel my pussy quivering, wanting to be filled. Who was this devilish stranger playing with me. Another soft caress of breath followed by the lightest kiss on my parted slit, blood engorged and needy. I whimpered again, bucking my hips up to capture his lips. He artfully dodged my attempt, limited by my widely spread legs.

"Uh, uh, uh," he whispered, his voice hoarse with the same desire I felt. If he didn't touch me soon, I was going to scream. "You're not to cum unless you have my permission."

He looked up at me as I nodded energetically, hoping that would be soon. His tongue slithered up my slit, gathering yet more of my fluids on his tongue, savoring the taste of me. Yet gone too quickly and not touching my clit, which must be waving at him like a beacon, it felt so hard. One finger penetrated my pussy to its full length, then out again and he put it on my lips, waiting for me to lick it clean. I tasted myself again, tart and sweet at the same time. I whimpered again, barely able to contain myself from howling. Two fingers the next time, as his tongue danced up my folds. I flinched, it was so intense. He fed me his fingers again and the liquid was dripping off onto my tongue before I circled them with my lips.

"Don't speak and don't cum until I tell you to," he reminded me. How would I ask for permission if he wouldn't let me beg?

His two middle fingers slid in me again and he rubbed gently on the roof of my pussy, finding my g-spot. Fuck, I moaned. I couldn't help it. I started fucking up against his fingers, knowing I would cum soon, and hoping he knew I'd have no choice. My moaning was almost a constant droning sound, and I rolled my hips to meet his fingers. I was on the precipice and dangled there, struggling to hold back, to keep from falling off the ledge. He recognized my desperation and said, "Cum!" as he finally tongued my clit.

Talk about pussy melting. I sighed deeply as my pussy contracted around his fingers, throbbing with my release. He didn't stop fingering me or tonguing me, keeping my orgasm going for over three minutes. I wanted to clutch his head to my leaking cunt and squeeze my legs together but remembered his orders to keep my legs apart and hands gripping the headboard. I couldn't stop moaning as wave after wave of pleasure radiated from my pussy through the rest of my body.

"You may speak now," Scott said.

"Did Mistress Dark teach you that?" I asked.

Scott laughed. "No, but I was offered use of her slaves, mouth or pussy. She could see how excited I was."

"Did you take it?"

"I was still hard when I got home. I'm still hard now. What do you think?"

"I don't know what to think. You've never done anything like that before. Where did you learn?"

"Mount me," he said, "and I'll tell you. I need to cum too."

"Can I release the headboard now?"

"Can you mount me without doing so?"

I considered a moment. "I'll need to readjust my grip, but I can continue holding on."

"Then do so."

He lay on his back and if anything, his cock was even harder now. He wasn't kidding when he said he needed to cum. The head looked purple and his heartbeat was making his prick twitch back and forth, up and down. I climbed over him and didn't even need to aim the head at my entrance. Everything was so wet, he slid right in. It was divine to finally have my pussy filled with his thick stalk. I grabbed the headboard again and my breast dangled over his mouth, a fact he called attention to when he suckled a puckered nipple.

"Don't move," he said. "I want to savor this."

So I sat on his cock feeling it twitch and throb in my still quivering pussy.

"I figured if I was going to be your owner, I should learn to make you beg to cum. In order to be better at making that happen, I read a couple how-to articles written by lesbians. Who better to teach licking pussy than someone who not only had one, but practiced on one all the time. Seems as if they were good teachers."

"I'll say. So what did you learn at Mistress Dark's tonight?"

"I learned a few good tips you'll experience if you decide to become a sex slave. How to turn you into the perfect hot slut. Plus I bought a few things."

"Is that what was in the boxes you brought home?"

"Yes."

"Can I see them?"

"Not unless I own you."

Devil. He knew my curiosity would be burning now. "What did you do? You were gone for over two hours?"

"One of her slaves, going by the name, Slut, met me at the door naked, and led me back to her...what, dungeon, play room, whatever. Slut had welts on her bottom from a cane. Mistress Dark was beside another slave, Rose, a really lovely woman, who was hanging spread eagled from big eyebolts in the ceiling. Mistress Dark was tugging on her nipples before putting alligator clips on them."

"The ones with the teeth?" I asked.

"Yes." I shivered and my pussy clamped down on his cock. "She recommended several items which every slave owner should have and she demonstrated them on Slut."

"Was Slut pretty?"

"She was a little on the plump side, but curvy and she looked delicious naked. Mistress Dark showed me a St. Andrews cross and a pillory, Slut showing them off. It was when Slut was in the pillory with her head at cock level, Mistress Dark offered her mouth to me."

"Why didn't you take advantage of the offer?"

"I consider it to be infidelity."

"You're considering letting me have sex with others. What's the difference?"

"Control. If you have sex with someone, it will be because I've placed you in the position. You're not placing me in a position where I have to choose. I would be choosing. Seems like infidelity to me."

"I appreciate it, but I'm not sure I get the distinction," I said, starting to move, wanting to feel him moving inside me.

"I get the distinction and it's important to me," he said, "and stop moving. I'll cum too quickly."

"So, cum, get hard and cum again."

"Will you suck me to get me hard again?"

There it was again, the choice I was hoping to avoid; to somehow have to lick and swallow male cum. I wasn't wild about it, but he'd given me a wonderful orgasm and I suppose I should get used to it if I wanted to wear clothing for three weeks.

"I can't promise anything, but I'll do my best," I replied.

"Okay, I'll accept that answer. Lift up about four inches and let me do the work. This is my turn to cum."

I did as he requested and raised up slightly, and he started sliding back and forth in my sheath while nibbling and kissing my breasts. It felt lovely. I was still so close myself, I knew I'd climax within minutes, especially while he teased my top half lady parts. Fortune smiled on me and I orgasmed just before I felt him swell and shoot what felt like a pint of cum up my pussy. I wanted to sit back on him and wallow in my pleasure, but he made me stay up while he rode his own, trying to maintain his erection for me. He wasn't totally successful; starting to shrink some, but he managed to remain somewhat hard. Still, I'd have to help him get hard again.

I climbed out of the saddle and eyed his cock, semi-limp and covered in our combined cum. Before taking him in my mouth, I said, "Finish telling me what happened at Mistress Dark's."

He waited until my mouth was over him and gently suckling his cock. My God, our cream was so thick, mine almost as much as his. I wanted to gag, but managed to avoid the appearance of retching on his cock.

"I'm impressed," he said. "I almost couldn't tell how much you hate that."

I lifted up and smiled at him, my lips coated, and said, "So distract me and maybe I'll forget what I'm doing."

Scott laughed. I loved to hear him laugh. It was so solid, so genuine, so loving. I went back to my task.

"Let's see. Before Slut was placed in the pillory, Mistress Dark whipped her, showing me what could be done with a slave and a whip. She whipped Slut's front while she was bound back first to the St. Andrew's cross. From her breasts to her sex. Slut climaxed while she did it." I could feel my own sex start to tighten again, listening. "After she demonstrated, she brought me to Rose and told me to whip her, while she monitored. Rose is a lovely girl, reminding me of you. I started with her butt, getting it a nice shade of red, then doing her back and thighs."

As Scott recounted his story, his cock was getting hard again, much quicker than usual. Apparently, he'd been aroused by what he'd done and it was coming back to him. He was hard enough to mount again, so I climbed on board.

"Were they screaming in agony as they were whipped," I asked, firmly seated, starting to ride him.

"No, neither of them screamed. I already said Slut climaxed from the whipping itself. No other external stimulation but the whip. She orgasmed as Mistress Dark swatted her clit area. Because I was a newbie, Mistress Dark had me put a dildo vibrator in Rose's pussy before I began. She was cumming even before I started. After I did her back, Mistress Dark had me start on her front, first her tight belly, then her perfect breasts, then her sex. She must have climaxed three or four times as I whipped her. I attribute it mostly to the vibrator, but I was happy to see I didn't prevent her from having them."

My pussy was clenching. I imagined it was me being whipped. I couldn't imagine cumming while being lashed, but Scott wouldn't lie to me. I was going to cum again.

"When I was done, Rose thanked me for whipping her. 'Thank you, Master', is what she said. I asked her if she'd enjoyed herself and she told me she had. My cock was so hard, Mistress Dark again offered me the opportunity to get off, saying I could fuck Rose if I wanted. I refused again. Mistress Dark offered to come here after your slavery started to ensure I whipped you right."

Oh, fuck, I started cumming again, spasming over his cock. Why did this talk of being bound and whipped so arouse me. Scott helped me along by pumping up into me as I shivered through it. It was so powerful, one of the best orgasms I ever had. I was whimpering, riding it out, totally blasted.

Scott continued, "After discussing a few more things having to do with your possible slavery, she took an eight inch dildo and fed it to Rose, showing me how you could be trained to take all of my cock in your throat. You should have seen it Julia. I could see the end of the dildo making her throat bulge slightly at the top as she took it all. That's the other thing Mistress Dark promised to teach you if she came her for the beginning of your slavery. How to take all of my cock in this pretty little throat of yours." He softly stroked the front of my throat, then my cheek and I was again on the edge, imagining it. "Mistress Dark took the dildo Rose sucked and fucked her with it until she climaxed again."

There it was, I spun out of control once more, panting like a bitch in heat as Scott really started to lay the lumber. He climaxed soon after I did, coating my insides with more creamy cum. I lay down on his chest as we finished our pulsing release. Ever since Scott suggested this three week slavery, I was having the best sex of my life and couldn't get enough.

"What are you thinking?" Scott whispered, stroking my bottom as I lay plastered to him by sweat and cum.

"I'm thinking I'm scared," I said.

"Are you scared because I might hurt you?" He asked. "It's why I went to see Mistress Dark; so I wouldn't accidentally hurt you."

"That's not why I'm scared," I said. "I'm scared I might like it too much."

Scott kissed my cheek, then captured my mouth and he took control of it, his tongue invading and laying claim to me.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked, leaving me breathless.

"I don't know. I'm still thinking."

He turned out the light and I went to sleep in his arms, still resting on his chest.

I invited Lisa the next day for lunch and told her what happened last night; the many powerful orgasms, my inability to think about anything else, the need to cum all the time.

"It sounds as if you're really considering doing this," Lisa said.

"I think I am. Ever since I started thinking about doing it, the sex has been incredible. I want sex all the time. We're making out like newlyweds again. I can't get enough. Every time Scott mentions something about it, my pussy gets wet. My biggest fear is I'll like it too much and not want to stop."

"Hey, if that was my only problem, I'd go ahead and do it too. Liking something too much to stop sounds like a great problem to have. My problem is getting enough. If it works for you, maybe I'll sign up too."

******

Four days later, on a Tuesday morning, at 10:05 AM, I looked at myself naked in the mirror. I inspected my high pert tits, my slim waist, the toned planes of my belly flowing to the plump pussy between my legs, my trimmed pubic hair a darker blonde than my head. I'm going to do this, I thought. I'm going to turn myself into a sex slave. I will no longer be in control of my body. Scott will own me. He'll strip me and display me naked, take any part of me he wants, punish me if I'm not the perfect slut. Anything I've read about in one of my books, could happen to me.

My pussy grew damp thinking about it, and I knew I was doing the right thing. I ran a finger through my moistened slit, then tasted myself. I wanted to do something for him. More than just putting on the collar before he came home and discovered he owned me. I called Lisa.

"Can you come over at 5:00 this afternoon before Scott gets home?"

"Of course. You decided to do it, didn't you?"

"I did."

"What do you need me to do?" Lisa asked.

"I'm making a present of myself to Scott. I want you to come over and tie my hands together behind my back. I'll be naked, kneeling, waiting for him."

"Does your slavery start tonight?" She asked.

"No. He wants to take some time off so we can explore my slavery together. He'll need to make some arrangements to ensure all of his projects are being handled in order to take off. He said it would start on Friday, the week before his vacation."

"Do you think he'll be able to arrange it by this Friday?"

"I hope so. I'm so nervous. The longer I have to wait, the more nervous I'll get. I'd like to start as soon as I can."

"I'm going to come at 4:30. I've got some make up ideas I'd like to try on you to doll you up a little."

"Okay. Thank you."

Next, I wondered if I should get a wax, go completely bald on my pussy. I had time to get one, but if I was going to be Scott's property, perhaps I should ask my owner what he'd prefer. On the other hand, I didn't want to tip my hand, so I couldn't really ask. I finally decided to shave my pubes. If I shaved, my pelt would grow back sooner in case he preferred hair.

I sat on the edge of the tub with scissors, a razor with a brand new blade, and a can of shaving cream. I trimmed everything I could to start with the scissors, getting it as short as I could, then swept it up. Putting my feet in the tub, I spread my legs as far as I could and applied shaving foam to my crotch. Carefully, I scraped with the razor, bringing it down to the skin line, pulling my folds from one side to the other so as not to cut myself, constantly rinsing the blade in the spigot. When I finished, it still felt as though there was some stubble, so I re-soaped and re-shaved, trying to smooth it more. I checked myself with a mirror. Pretty clean, except for a few wispy hairs around my anus. They had to go too, so more soap, more razor, scraping carefully over the crinkled skin. Finally satisfied with the results I could see in the magnifying mirror, I took a shower, shaving my armpits as well. I got the best skin lotion I had and smoothed it over the shaved area.

When I finished, I ran my fingers over my newly bald pussy. Pretty soft and smooth, I thought. Shaving my genitals had aroused me and I considered masturbating again. I was doing it on a daily basis anymore. No, if I was going to present myself to my new owner, I would no longer have control over my orgasms. I might as well get used to denial now. In any event, I fully expected Scott to fuck me when he got home and found me waiting for him. Perhaps, he'd fuck me every single day, or I might be quite frustrated before my slavery began.

I ate a light lunch, too nervous to eat heavily. I made a chef's salad to eat tonight so I needn't bother to cook later in the event Scott chose to ravish me, hopefully for hours. I found the collar he'd left for me to don if I chose slavery. The wrist cuffs were in the same bag, so Lisa wouldn't need anything special to secure me. The cuffs could be fastened together with snap links. I'd only go with the wrists, leaving the ankles as I couldn't start my slavery tonight anyway.

I wondered if I should check the boxes he'd brought from Mistress Dark's. No, they were my owners, not mine. He would share them with me when he was ready. Still, I wondered what he bought for me. Were there ropes, paddles, dildos, butt plugs, whips? I shuddered and thought again of masturbating, aroused once more. Stop it, Julia, you horny slut, get a hold of yourself. I still had time before Lisa came over and I thought of reading one of my books, then laughed, realizing I was crazy to throw more thoughts of sex slavery into my head to confuse and befuddle me. So I played games on my phone, hoping 'Angry Birds' would soon turn to 'Love Birds'.

At 4:15, I removed my clothes and put on a robe, waiting for Lisa to arrive. She was prompt and carrying a make up kit when I opened the door to let her in. Lisa sat me down at the kitchen table and rapidly applied green eyeshadow, to highlight my green eyes, shading to bronze near my brow. She darkened my eyebrows, lined my eyes, adding an almost oriental slant. Mascara followed and bright red lipstick.

"I don't know what it is," Lisa said, putting it on, "but men love to have shiny red lips wrapped around their dicks. I swear it must be subliminal."

I giggled and she said, "don't move, especially your mouth." I held still.

She added a bit of blush to my cheeks, smoothing it with her finger.

"Now for the pièce de résistance, bare your breasts, dear."

Shrugging the robe off my shoulders, I waited to see what she was going to do. She took a dark reddish brown lipstick and applied it to my nipples and areolae, darkening them.

"Flavored lipstick," she informed me. "You're excited, aren't you?"

"How can you tell?"

"Your nips are like pebbles," she said, smoothing the color with a finger. "They look like they could pop any minute."

"Feel like it too."

She finished up. "Stand up. Lose the robe, let's have a look at you."

I stood, dropping the robe to the floor.

"Ooh; removed the rug, nice touch, girlfriend. Have you ever been bald for Scott before?"

"No. I hope he likes it. I shaved instead of waxed in case he doesn't."

"If you're going to go without fur, I'd like to apply a little of this to the lady bits as well," she said, holding up the lipstick she'd colored my breasts with. "Make it match. Do you mind?" Lisa gestured to my pussy.

"I can't see it enough to do it. Go ahead."

Lisa knelt down in front of me.

"Good God, you're practically dripping down here. I should probably have a sponge"

"I know," I said. "I'm like that almost all the time lately. Here's a Kleenex." I handed her one from the box we'd pulled out to do make up.

Lisa dabbed lightly at my pussy with the tissue, then smeared the lipstick on a finger and rubbed it between the labia minora and majora on both sides of my cleft.

"You know," Lisa said. "Only a truly outstanding girlfriend would be doing this to you right now."

I laughed. "I'll admit to you, but no one else, you're the most truly outstanding girlfriend ever."

She stood up. "Well, I'm impressed. I hope Scott is too. Where are you going to wait for him?"

"I want to see him right as he walks through the door."

"Right in the entryway?"

"Yes."

"Hard wood floors," she said. "Do you have a pad or pillow to put under your knees?"

I thought for a moment. "My yoga pad. I'll get it." I ran into the family room and collected it.

"Does Scott get home at the same time every day?" Lisa asked.

"It can vary by as much as fifteen minutes, either side of 5:45."

"How are you going to present yourself?"

I got into the kneeling position Scott showed me, knees apart, hands clasped behind my back where they'd be cuffed together, back straight, mouth open. "I'll probably just rest my butt on my heels until I hear his car outside."

"He's going to fuck you as soon as he walks through the door, isn't he?"

"I certainly hope so. It's what I'm going for."

"If he doesn't; call me. Maybe I will."

"Lisa!"

"All I'm sayin' is, you look pretty good right now. What are you going to do if anyone comes home with him?"

"Smile a lot. Help me get the collar and cuffs on."

Lisa buckled the collar around my neck, and the cuffs around my wrists. I knelt down and she fastened the cuffs behind my back.

"Thank you, Lisa. I appreciate the help. You went above and beyond."

"Wait a minute, you did put fuck juice on, didn't you?"

"Fuck juice?"

"Perfume! Hurry, what's Scott's favorite? And where the hell is it?"

"Eternity, on my bedroom dressing table."

Lisa rushed off and returned a couple minutes with the perfume. She dabbed some on her fingers and drew a line between my breasts, under each one, a drop on the nipples, under each arm, the hollow of my throat and on either side of my vulva where my legs joined my torso.

"That should do the trick. You owe me."

She spent thirty seconds tidying up the table, putting my robe over the back of a chair, grabbed her make up kit and left. I waited. I heard his truck about ten minutes later and spread my knees, straightened my back, and parted my lips, listening to him walk up the sidewalk.