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Soccer Mom Slave Chapter 2 of 3

Brenda is a wife and mother that can't resist meeting with her Master
Two 

Brenda watched in the mirror as her Master stepped out of his patrol car. He was an imposing figure in his uniform; 6'2", 210 lbs, wide shoulders and narrow waist and as always, the mirrored sunglasses. He carried a small black bag with him, the bag he always brought to their meetings. Even though Brenda was never sure what would be in the bag, she knew from past experience the contents would both frighten and excite her.

He walked up and put the bag on top of Brenda’s car. Brenda’s window was open and he placed both hands on the door. As she looked into his face she could see her reflection in the mirrored sunglasses. She knew why he wore the mirrored shades. He wanted Brenda to see her as he did. To know what she was to him.

“Hello slave. Don’t you look pretty today?” He said.

Knowing that he was pleased with her, Brenda’s face lit up with a smile, “Thank you Master,” she replied.

“I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long,” he said insincerely.

“Oh, no. No sir,” Brenda stammered like a school girl. “I don’t mind.”

“Since I didn't’t give you any direction, I was wondering how you would dress today,” he said. “But why so modest, don’t you think you would look better if you undid the top button of your blouse?”

“Oh…yes Sir.” Brenda’s hands trembled as she unfastened the button revealing her cleavage.

“Are you nervous, slave?”

"No master…I’m just sort of…I’ve been wanting to see you again…and now…” Brenda’s voice trailed off.

“I understand,” he said. “Your blouse looks better that way. Why don’t you unbutton the next button as well, slave?”

“Yes Sir.”

Still trembling, Brenda fumbled with the button and exposed her lacy low cut bra. He reached into the car with his right hand and casually ran the backs of his fingers over the skin of the exposed portion of her tits. He slowly pushed back the blouse, first one side, then the other. His touch made Brenda inhale deeply.

The bra lifted her tits provocatively. He took a moment to gaze at her smooth skin. “Your tits look fantastic in that bra, slave.”

Brenda’s face again lit up again. “Thank you Master. It’s new, I was hoping you would like it.”

“Only one problem though, I don’t remember giving you permission to wear a bra.”

The shock in Brenda’s face was obvious. “But Master! You didn't say, so I thought...” she stammered.

“Thought what slave? Surely you remember my rules concerning underclothing. I will tell you what to wear under your cloths, if I say nothing you should know that means you should wear nothing,” He said sternly.

“I ah, yes Sir.” Brenda immediately thought of the panties and her heart sank.

“Pull down the front of your bra slave.”

Brenda put the fingers of both hands on the bra cups and pulled the lacy fabric down. Her ample tits spilled out, exposing her hard nipples.

Again he gently stroked her tits with the back of his fingers, making sure to run each finger over her nipples slowly. Brenda closed her eyes and sighed. The feeling was exquisite. Her nipples grew ever harder.

Suddenly He pinched her left nipple between the knuckles of his index and middle finger. He twisted and pulled the nipple toward him. Brenda opened her eyes and gasped from the sudden pain.

“Why would you ever want to cover up these lovely hard nipples, slave? Are you afraid people will see what a horny little slut you are?”

Brenda’s face went flush with embarrassment. He knew that’s exactly why she wanted them covered. At any given time during the day erotic thoughts and images would flash into Brenda's mind causing her cunt to moisten and her nipples get hard. When her nipples were hard they would show through almost any blouse or sweater she was wearing. Sometimes she could force the thoughts and images from her mind, sometimes she couldn't.

“Yes Sir,” was all she could say.

He released her nipple and put his hand back on the car door. “What’s under the skirt, slave?”

"Master…” Brenda’s voice trailed off, barely audible.

“Pull up your skirt, slave. Show me,” he said.

Brenda wriggled in the seat and pulled up the hem of her skirt with both hands exposing her white lace thong. Her eyes were downcast to avoid his gaze.

“Hmm…again very pretty, slave. But should you be wearing those panties?”

Brenda looked up, opened her mouth and tried to speak but couldn't utter a word. He reached into the car with his left hand and began to gently stroke the insides of her thighs with the back of his fingers. Brenda instinctively spread her legs exposing more skin to his touch. He ran his fingers over the lace fabric between her legs.

“Your panties are already wet, slave.”

Once again Brenda couldn't respond. He slipped his fingers under the lace fabric and felt the smooth skin underneath.

“You shaved your cunt nicely, slave.”

Brenda looked up and managed a weak, “Thank you Master.”

He gripped the material in the front of Brenda’s panties and jerked it up sharply. Brenda cried out. The back of the thong was pulling against her asshole, the front had slipped between her wet cunt lips, pressing tightly on her clit. The sharp pain took her by surprise. He continued to pull on the front of the panties.

Brenda whined, “Master, please, it hurts!”

Master sighed, then in a stern voice he said, “You disappoint me, slave.” Still holding the panties tightly he continued, "You intentionally disobey me and complain when I give you correction. Do I have to remind you, that you were the one that asked to meet me today? You need to decide what you want slave. If this is too much for you just say so. I’ll drive away right now and you can go back to your vanilla life.”

He pulled on the panties even harder. “You and I both know that you’re not going to get what you really need at home. If you want to stay you need to say so now. But if you get out of the car now there’s no turning back. You’re going stay here until I’m done with you.” He let go of her panties and stepped back from the car.

Brenda couldn't move. His sudden release of the panties relieved the sharp pain on her asshole and clit, but emotionally she was still in his grip. Brenda knew what would happen if she stayed. He would use her in any way he wanted. What she had just experienced would be a primer to what would happen to every part of her body. She also knew she would have orgasm after orgasm with intensity she could never experience any other way.

“Don’t keep me waiting, slave,” He said sternly.

Brenda looked straight ahead and said in a barely audible voice, “I want to stay, Master.”

“Speak up slave, are you staying or leaving?”

Brenda looked up at him and said clearly, “May I please stay, Master?”

He paused briefly and replied, “Get out of the car, slave.”

Brenda stepped out of the car, closed the door behind her and stood directly in from of her Master. Her skirt was still pulled up over her hips, her thong panties disappeared between her shaved cunt lips, her blouse open, tits exposed. Her heart was racing. Even in her heels, Master was still 4 inches taller than Brenda. She looked up at her Master’s face and saw her reflection in his mirrored shades.

“Something has to be done about your inappropriate attire, slave,” He said facetiously.

Master grabbed Brenda by both shoulders, spun her around and pushed her against the car. Brenda put both hands on the edge of the car roof cushioning herself with her forearms. She felt him pulling at the waist of her skirt. The skirt closed in the back with a button and short zipper. He put his finger through the button closure and pulled sharply ripping off the button. Using both hands, he grabbed the waist of the skirt on either side of the zipper and ripped it open. He pushed the skirt over her hips, it fell around her ankles.

He reached around her from both sides, grabbing the opening of Brenda’s partially unbuttoned blouse. He ripped it open, tearing off the remaining buttons and pulled the blouse down over her shoulders. He grabbed the back of the collar and pulled the blouse down behind her. Brenda’s arms were pulled behind her back as the blouse slipped past her hands. He threw the blouse into the open car window and spun her around, facing him.

He put his left hand at the top of Brenda’s chest, his thumb and index finger around the bottom of her throat and pushing her back firmly against the car. He wasn't actually choking her, but Brenda could feel the pressure against her throat. Brenda put the palms of each hand against the car behind her.

With his right hand he took a large pocket knife from the leather pouch on the back of his gun belt. Holding it in front of her face, he opened the knife blade with his right thumb. Brenda was frozen with fear. He slid his left hand down Brenda’s chest to the front of the bra. Roughly pulling the front of the bra away from Brenda’s tits, he slipped the knife between her body and the bra. Drawing the knife away from her body, he cut through the front of the bra.

He cut each shoulder strap and let the bra fall to the ground. He slid his left hand down to the front of her thong panties. He pulled the front of the panties up and away from Brenda’s body. He slipped the knife blade between her body and waist strap at her hip, cutting the flimsy material. Then he cut the waist strap over her other hip. The panties were still running through Brenda’s cunt lips and ass cheeks. He pulled the material away in one quick motion and threw the ruined garment on the ground.

In what seemed like a single motion, he put the knife back in the pouch and took the shiny chrome handcuffs from another leather pouch on his belt. With her hands in front of her body, he locked the handcuffs on each of her wrists.

Brenda heard the familiar ratcheting sound and felt steel against her skin. She was breathless. In a matter of seconds she had been striped and restrained. He roughly pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He pulled her nipples stretching her tits upward. Brenda cried out in pain and tried to stand on her tip toes to relieve the pressure.

“Now, that’s much better. Don’t you think so, slave?”

Brenda looked into her Master’s face. She saw her reflection in the mirrored shades, naked, her tits pulled sharply away from her body. Butterflies in her stomach, electric tingling in her cunt, she was always turned on when he took control of her.

“Yes Master,” she managed.

He released his grip on her tits. Taking her left elbow with his hand he turned her towards the farmhouse.

SMACK!

Brenda never saw the slap coming that landed squarely on her ass. She stumbled several steps, her high-heeled sandals still tangled in the ruined skirt around her ankles. Her tits bounced with the awkward jerky steps. She suppressed the urge to cry out, regained her footing and started walking normally. He picked up his bag from the top of the car and followed her toward the front door of the home.

Once at the door Brenda waited to the side. She glanced back toward her car. Looking at the torn clothes on the ground Brenda wondered how she was going to get home.

Surely he brought something for me to wear, she thought. She quickly turned away and cast her eyes down in front of her.

He took a key from the bag and unlocked the padlock on the door. After opening the door for her, Brenda stepped inside. She walked toward the hallway. She knew the way, this wasn't her first time here. The house was hot and smelled musty. It was no cleaner than the last time she had seen it.

Arriving outside the bedroom door, Brenda again waited to the side. He opened the door for her and she stepped through. The musty smell was gone and it was much cooler than the rest of the house. Both windows were open. Had he been here earlier in preparation, she thought.

The furniture was familiar to Brenda. A leather easy chair, a sturdy wood office chair with no arms, a long low padded bench covered in black leather. The bench was constructed of heavy lumber with one inch steel rings all the way around the circumference. Memories of being tied to the bench flashed through Brenda’s mind. In the corner, she saw the thing he called the horse. Also built of heavy lumber, it looked like a heavy duty saw horse, the top padded and covered in black leather. Heavy steel rings were mounted on each sturdy leg. The floor was covered in a thick rug. Brenda had many memories from this room. As she looked around she could feel her cunt getting wetter.

Placing the bag on the end of the bench, Master pointed to the opposite end. “There slave, elbows and knees.”

Brenda obediently walked to the end of the bench. She knelt on the edge of the bench with her knees apart. She positioning her forearms on the leather surface in front of her with her lower legs and feet hanging over the edge. Her ass was propped up above her upper body, her cunt exposed as if ready for penetration.

He took two black leather cuffs out of the bag and walked behind her. Brenda felt him strapping the cuffs to her ankles. They each had sturdy steel rings facing the inside of her legs. After both cuffs were secured he slowly ran his fingers up and down the inside of Brenda’s thighs, then gently stroked her cunt lips. Reaching under her, he caressed the skin in her pubic area above her cunt, then slowly ran his middle finger between her cunt lips and up the crack of her ass.

Brenda was enjoying the attention but knew he was inspecting her for any areas she might have missed while shaving. Once, she met him with a little stubble on her cunt lips. He had refused to fuck her that day. She was careful to never repeat that oversight.

Master gripped Brenda's ass cheeks firmly with both hands. He pulled her ass apart, stretching her painfully and Brenda inhaled sharply. He paused savoring the moment. He loved the view of her stretched cunt and asshole, along with the feeling of her ass flesh squeezed tightly between his fingers.

“Like the commercial says,” he said, “Priceless.”

He released her right cheek and pushed two fingers into her cunt. He stroked in and out of her a few times before he removed them. Still holding his tight grip on her left ass cheek he reached forward, holding the two fingers in front of Brenda’s face.

“Your cunt is already soaking wet, slave. Were you masturbating while you were waiting for me?”

Masturbation in private without permission was strictly forbidden. Brenda replied frantically, “Oh No, Master! I wasn't masturbating!”

“Are you sure, slave? Not even a little?” He asked.

“No Sir, I swear!” she answered quickly.

He released his grip and wiped his wet fingers on her ass. He left Brenda on the bench and walked to the middle of the room. A rope with a snap fastener hung from the ceiling. The rope went through a steel ring in the ceiling and then to a hook on the wall.

“Come here, slave.”

Brenda didn't hesitate, she got up from the bench and walked directly in front of him holding out her cuffed hands. He attached the snap on the rope to the chain between Brenda's wrists and walked over to the hook on the wall. He began to pull on the rope, lifting Brenda’s hands over her head. The cuffs started to bite into the skin on her wrists but she was able to hold the rope with her hands to relieve some of the pressure. When Brenda’s hands were above her head, her elbows slightly bent, he tied the rope to the hook.

He walked back to the bench and took out a red ball gag out of the black bag. Walking in front of Brenda he said, “It’s been a while since you’ve been gagged, hasn't it, slave?”

Brenda replied, “Yes Sir.”

Holding the ball gag from the end of each strap he began to roll it over her body. First along her side, then stepping behind her he slowly rolled it up and down her back and over her ass cheeks. Continuing to circle Brenda, he rolled the ball on her other side, then stepped in front of her. He slowly rolled the ball up and down over her abdomen and tits. Brenda had her eyes closed. She was becoming more aroused by the second.

He stopped rolling the ball gag and dragged one of the nylon straps up across Brenda’s left nipple roughly. Her nipple popped down after the strap passed. Brenda's body jerked slightly and she let out a little squeak. He dragged the strap down across Brenda’s right nipple. Her body jerked again but no squeak this time. He continued to drag the strap up and down across her nipples. Brenda began to breathe rapidly. He stopped and looked at her beautiful tits. Her nipples were hard as steel. They poked out from her tits a half inch and were as big around as the tips of her small fingers.

He rolled the ball gag down Brenda's abdomen to her cunt, easily slipping it between the shaved wet lips. Without thinking Brenda spread her legs. He rubbed the ball gag in a circular motion around her clit then down to the opening of her cunt. Slipping the ball inside her, he slowly pumped it in and out. He moved it back to her clit and repeated the process several times.

Brenda closed her eyes tightly and moved her hips with his rhythm to maximize her pleasure. Brenda was so aroused she thought she might cum.

He suddenly stopped and pulled the ball gag out of Brenda’s cunt. It was dripping wet. He held the ball gag in front of Brenda’s face.

“You are such a horny slut, is there anything that won’t make you cum?” he asked.

Brenda couldn’t respond.

He pressed the ball gag against her lips, rubbing it around her mouth and against her nostrils. Brenda could feel the sticky wetness and smell her cunt. He put the ball back in Brenda's cunt again. Pumping rapidly it in and out while he watched Brenda's face.

Brenda's eyes were closed and she breathed deeply through her open mouth. She was approaching orgasm when he abruptly stopped and pulled the ball gag out if her cunt.

Brenda sighed deeply in disappointment. When she opened her eyes, Master was holding the soaking ball gag in front of her face.

“Open,” he said.

Brenda opened her mouth, He slipped the ball inside. The sweet taste of her cunt flooded Brenda's mouth. She breathed in deeply through her nose and sighed. Her mouth began to water uncontrollably. He secured the straps behind Brenda’s head and stepped in front of her. She could see her reflection in his mirrored shades. With her hands over her head, Brenda’s full round tits lifted, her erect nipples pointed up slightly. The smell and taste of her cunt was overwhelming. With her mouth held open by the ball gag, Brenda couldn't swallow. She knew it wouldn't be long before the drooling would start.

Thinking, I am a horny slut, she lowered her eyes and blushed in humiliation.

He reached out and with his right hand and pinched her right nipple. Another little squeal escaped from Brenda. He released her nipple. As he started to walk around her he ran his fingernails across her tit to her side. His nails were leaving little red trails in her skin. Fingernails up the inside of her arm, then down her rib cage to her thigh. He stood behind her, pressing his body against hers. He stroked his hands up and down each side of her body and up-stretched arms.

He reached around her and cupped her tits in his hands, gently stroking her nipples. He smelled her hair, then gave her a series of gentle bites on the neck and shoulders. Brenda moaned into the ball gag and pressed her ass against his crotch. He continued to caress her tits with his left hand and dropped his right hand down her belly. He slipped a finger between Brenda's cunt lips and found her hard clit.

Brenda reacted to the gentle stroking of her clit by rubbing her ass against his crotch in a circular motion. When he felt her body tremble he knew she was building toward an orgasm, he suddenly released her and stepped away.

Brenda tried to say, “PLEASE, DON'T STOP!” but unintelligible grunts were the only thing that came out.

He stepped around in front of her. He saw a long string of drool hanging from her chin.

“You enjoy being touched don’t you, slave?”

Brenda nodded her head,”Mm mm.” A moan was all she could manage through the ball gag.

Without hesitation he gave a full slap to Brenda’s left tit, then her right. Brenda was caught by surprise and began to make a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry.

“HHHMMMMPH!” She shook her head from side to side, spreading drool across her reddening tits.

He chuckled and said, “Don’t enjoy it too much, slave.”

He turned around walked over the bench. Reaching into the bag, He pulled out a pair clover nipple clamps attached together with a silver chain. He faced Brenda, stretching out the chain in front of him. He held the clamps with his fingertips so she could clearly see what was coming next.

 "MMMMmmmmm….” Brenda gave a long moaning sigh.

Drool was running off Brenda's chin onto her tits. The flesh was quickly becoming soaked. He walked directly to her and started to rub the taught chain over her nipples. He alternated between up and down and side to side motions. Satisfied that her nipples couldn’t get any harder, he spread one of the spring loaded clamps in front of Brenda’s face. The clamps were the type that attached snugly with spring tension. Once attached, pulling on the chain squeezed the clamp tighter on the nipple.

Holding one of her tits with one hand, he attached the clamp to her nipple, then repeated the process with her other tit. Brenda squirmed and moaned. Even though she knew from experience the clamps were attached tightly, Brenda moved her upper body back and forth trying to shake the clamps off.

Her tits swayed and bounced provocatively. When she opened her eyes, Brenda saw Master watching, thoroughly enjoying the view. He walked back to the bag, Brenda followed him with her eyes.

“I have something new today. I think your going to like it, slave”.

With his back to her, Brenda, had trouble seeing what he was doing. He reached into the bag, took something out and started to walk back to her. He was holding a piece of black nylon rope about 4 feet long and about inch in diameter. He held the rope in front of her so she could see it.

One end had a small loop. He stretched the rope in front of her and began to rub it up and down her body. He hooked the rope under her tits lifting both up until the rope slipped past them allowing her tits to fall. He then ran the rope back down the front of her body to the tops of her thighs.

“Just a piece of rope, slave,” He said with a smile.

Reaching behind her, he passed the end of the rope with the loop around Brenda’s waist encircling her body. He then passed the other end of the rope through the loop and took out all the slack. Brenda looked down and saw the rope around her waist with the loop positioned just below her bellybutton. The loose end was hanging down in front of her legs, not quite reaching the floor.

Puzzled, Brenda watched him walk back to the bag and take something out. As Master walked back towards her she could see him holding up a six inch red dildo. Other than the color it was very life like, with a large classic domed head and raised veins around the shaft. Near the base of the dildo there was a large hole through the center.

He held the dildo up for her to see but didn’t say a word. Then he picked up the loose end of the rope and ran the end through the hole at the base of the dildo. He held the dildo in front of her again briefly, and then began to touch her face with it. He rubbed it first on one side of her face, then the other, then on her chin. Brenda realized he was using the drool from her gagged mouth to lubricate the dildo.

Oh my God! Thought Brenda. He’s going to tie the dildo in my cunt!

Breathing heavily through her nose, Brenda’s tits were heaving. He lowered the dildo from her face to her tits to wipe up the drool there. He rotated the dildo while rubbing it over her tit flesh, coating the entire rubber surface. Brenda eyes followed the dildo as he lowered it between her legs. She was so excited her cunt lips had parted like petals of a flower. Her clit was enlarged and hard. Her wet cunt glistened in anticipation.

He started to rub the dildo against her cunt, slowly rotating and moving up and down. He used the head of the dildo and then the veins on the shaft to directly stimulate Brenda’s clit.

“MMMmmmmm…” Brenda moaned and began to hump the hard rubber cock against her clit.

I’m so ready to cum,” she thought, “I’m so ready!

He continued to pleasure Brenda for a minute or so. All the while she was becoming more aroused and humping the dildo harder. Suddenly He pulled the dildo away from her cunt. Brenda continued to hump her hips hoping the dildo would return. She looked at her Master with pleading eyes.

“What’s the hurry slave, we have lots of time,” He said.

Brenda stopped humping knowing that he was not ready to release her desire. She thought she was going to cry, so close to an orgasm and she could do nothing. He held the dildo between her legs, the head just touching her cunt lips. She tried to hump again.

“Hold still slave, don’t move!” He said in his authoritative voice.

MMMMmmmmm…” Brenda moaned again and tried to hold her trembling body still.

He stepped behind Brenda and slowly slipped the head of the dildo between her cunt lips, then stopped. Brenda looked down and could see the tips of his fingers holding the base of the dildo between her legs. He pulled the slack of the rope through the hole in the dildo and out behind her. The rope was now taught from the loop in the front of her waist to the hole in the dildo.

“Enjoy, slave.”

In one movement he shoved the dildo all the way into her cunt. He pulled the rope tight behind her and then jerked it up hard between her ass cheeks. The rope held the dildo securely in Brenda's cunt.

The sudden violation of Brenda’s cunt was almost more than she could stand.

She screamed “Please Make Me Cum! Please Make Me Cum!”

But all that could be heard beyond the ball gag were her muffled grunts. She felt him tying off the end of the rope at the small of her back.

The dildo filled her cunt. The rope was tight around her waist and even tighter under her crotch pressing against her clit and asshole. She wanted to cum so badly she tried to hump the dildo in spite of his order not to do so. Brenda looked down at the rope that disappeared between her legs. No matter how she tried, the dildo was tied to her waist and she couldn’t get it to move inside her.

Brenda rubbed her thighs together trying to rotate the dildo. She could feel there was about inch of the dildo sticking out from her cunt but no matter how she tried, it wouldn’t move. She was struggling so hard her entire body was writhing. Brenda didn't know how long she had been trying to make herself cum. Eventually she realized the handcuffs were digging into her wrists painfully.

Out of breath, she finally stopped squirming and looked up. Master was sitting in the easy chair, watching her with amusement.

“MMmm…MMmm…MMmm…” Brenda sighed over and over.

He looked at her and had to make a conscious effort to control his excitement. She was captivating. Her hands tied above her head, the red ball gag causing her to drool over her tits, the silver chain dangling in a shallow U shape between the clamps on her nipples, the black rope against her smooth white skin around her waist, disappearing between her cunt lips, the red stub of the dildo sticking out of her cunt. She was so excited, the juice from her cunt was running down the inside of her thighs.

“I’ve never seen you more beautiful, slave,” Master said.

He stood up and took his phone out of his pocket. Holding it up, he said, “Turn your head, slave”.

Brenda turned her head and used her forearm to block the view of her face. He began to take pictures of her from various angles. Brenda did her best to hide her face from the camera.

After putting away his phone, He went back to the bag and took out the flogger. Two dozen strips of black leather about two feet long attached to a 10 inch wood handle covered in leather strips. He walked toward Brenda letting the leather strips dangle towards the floor. He shook the handle slightly in an effort to remove any tangles.

Master stroked Brenda's cheeks with his fingers. Then he wiped off a string of drool hanging from her chin. He ran the backs of his fingers around the outside and under her tits, then roughly flicked each of the nipple clamps with his index finger.

He ran his fingers down to Brenda’s waist, slipped his fingers under the rope that went between her legs and gave it a sharp upward pull. Brenda moaned as the dildo shifted position in her cunt and the rope tightened momentarily on her asshole.

Brenda was becoming crazy with excitement. The sight of the flogger, his touch on her body, the pull on the rope holding the dildo in her cunt was almost more than she could stand. Brenda could hear herself breathing heavily through her nose.

Master started to rub the flogger against Brenda body. First her thighs, followed by her cunt, then her abdomen and finally her tits. The feeling of the leather straps sliding against her skin was incredibly sensuous. Brenda knew that soon she would get a different kind of sensation from the flogger.

He stepped around behind her, slowly drawing the leather straps against the skin of her thighs, over her ass and up her back. He did that several times before he started to let the straps gently slap against her thighs and ass, then slowly rubbed the leather against her skin.

Soon the impact from the flogger was getting a little more firm and there was less gentle stroking against her skin. Still standing behind her, he began slow strokes slapping the flogger across the front of her thighs. Then he moved the impact point up to her tits. The force was not enough to leave marks on her skin, but Brenda could feel the sting.

Grabbing the base of her pony tail and pulled her head back, he roughly rubbed the leather covered handle of the flogger under and around her tits. He lowered the flogger between her legs and rubbed the handle against her cunt bumping it against the end of the dildo. Brenda welcomed the movement of the dildo but it wasn’t enough to give her the relief she craved.

With his mouth next to Brenda’s ear he whispered, “Are you ready, slave?”

Brenda closed her eyes and nodded her head as best as she could with his firm grip on her pony tail. Knowing what was coming next her body tensed involuntarily. He released his grip on her hair and stepped back. He held the flogger out to his side briefly, then briskly flipped the flogger across Brenda ass.

“MMMmmmmm…” Brenda tried to cry out at the sharp stinging sensation.

Seconds later the next impact hit the back of her thighs. He returned his attention to her ass for more strikes, each five to ten seconds apart. He loved to watch the flogger hit her ass. She had just enough flesh to make a small wave roll through her skin after the impact.

He stepped to her side for a better view of Brenda’s tits. The flogger was hitting her ass just hard enough to make her jump the way he liked. He watched her tits bounce about with satisfaction. He stopped briefly and stroked her ass with the palm of his had. The skin was already getting pink and warm to the touch.

Stepping in front of her he held the ends of the leather straps taught in his left hand in preparation for flogging her tits. Brenda tilted her head back away from the ark of the leather tips. He made several strikes on each of her tits. The leather straps struck the nipple clamps full on, but the clamps held.

Holding the flogger down toward the floor he swung in an upward motion between Brenda’s legs. When the flogger hit her cunt Brenda thought she would faint. She crossed her legs involuntarily to protect the most sensitive part of her body.

“Spread your legs, slave!”

Brenda forced herself to spread her legs and keep them apart. The tips of the flogger flipped against her cunt several more times before He returned his attention to her ass. He continued flicking the flogger across Brenda’s ass until it was glowing pink.

Stepping in front of her, He looked into Brenda’s eyes and said “Time to make your ass red slave.”

He pulled the nipple chain away from her body and slipped the handle of the flogger over it. He slowly lowered the flogger until the chain was supporting its weight, and then let go. The nipple clamps tightened under the strain. Brenda thought she was screaming but realized she was not uttering a sound.

He walked over to the horse, then slid the apparatus over to where Brenda was standing. He went to the hook on the wall and released some slack in the rope attached to Brenda’s handcuffs, then retied the rope to the hook. She was able to lower her hands to about chin level. He gave her a gentle nudge and she stepped slightly to the side. He moved the horse directly under the ring in the ceiling.

Facing Brenda, Master said, “Climb on slave, but DO NOT let the dildo touch the horse.”

Brenda hesitated, she had been on the horse many times but never with a dildo in her cunt.

SMACK!

He slapped her ass with full force. Her reaction made the flogger hanging from the nipple clamps swing wildly. The pain was incredible. The sound of Brenda sucking in her breath filled the room. She immediately lifted her leg over the horse. On her high heels she could easily stand over the horse without the dildo touching.

Master walked to one side and lifted her lower leg. Using a snap ring, he attached the leather ankle cuff to the ring on the horse's leg about twelve inches above the floor. Brenda was now standing on one leg. He moved to the other side, lifted her leg and attached the other ankle cuff. With her ankles secured to the legs of the horse her lower legs were nearly parallel to the floor.

Brenda desperately wanted to lower herself so she could press the dildo on the horse and manipulate it in her cunt. She continued to hold herself up supporting her weight with her hands on the rope and by tensing her legs against the ankle cuffs. Her torso was leaned forward, her handcuffed wrists near face level. Bent over as she was, Brenda knew her ass was sticking out, exposed prominently for the flogger.

Brenda was so wet she felt a chill from the evaporation of the cunt juices running down her thighs. The flogger was hanging from her tits swaying back and forth. Brenda tied to hold still thinking it would minimize the pain on her nipples.

Master took a moment to admire his work. Bent over on the horse Brenda, offered him an unobstructed view of her spread cunt with the dildo sticking out. The black rope running up her ass crack, the edges of her asshole visible on either side of the rope. Her ass cheeks pink from the work he had done so far. She looked so sexy. His cock was so hard it was straining against his uniform pants.

Brenda could hear Master moving to the other side of the room. She strained to turn her head and saw him getting undressed. She longed to see his naked body. He draped his gun belt across the wood chair, then sat down to take off his boots. He laid his slacks across the chair back, then used the back of his chair like a hanger for his shirt. She watched him take off his underwear. When He turned toward her, she had to catch her breath at the sight his hard cock.

I did that, she thought, I gave him that hard on. I want him so bad I’ll do anything.

He walked toward her. Brenda stared at his fully erect, 8 inch cock swaying back and forth with each step. She looked up at his face and saw her reflection in the mirrored shades. Hands cuffed and tied to the ceiling, drooling from her ball gagged mouth, her ankles securely attached to the legs of the horse the nipple clamps straining at her tits to hold up the flogger dangling on the chain.

“Do you want to fuck yourself with the dildo, slave?”

Brenda nodded her head vigorously. “Mm Hmm!”

“Go ahead slave, make yourself cum.”

Brenda closed her eyes, lowered her cunt to the horse and started to rub the dildo. The feeling was exquisite. Brenda felt him lift the flogger off the nipple chain. Knowing what was coming, Brenda rubbed the dildo against the horse even harder.

Standing behind her, Master paused to watch her grind the stub end of the dildo into her cunt. After moment, he took a step back and fully extended his arm. He swung with full force releasing the floggers’ fury on her upturned ass.

The impact hit Brenda like a lightning bolt, but she continued furiously rubbing her dildo filled cunt against the horse. At this point Brenda wasn’t sure how much she could take. She knew what she was in for when she sent the text this morning, but somehow the reality always surprised her. She hated the flogger but she loved what was happening to her right now.

The blows from the flogger kept falling about five seconds apart. She discovered a bucking-circular motion with her hips that moved the dildo in all directions in her cunt. The rope, lubricated by her flowing secretions, rubbed hard against her clit. All the while he continued to flog her ass with full force.

The separation between the intense pain and intense pleasure blurred. It was fantastic. Brenda lost any sense of time. One after another the blows from the flogger raked her tender flesh. Brenda had an explosive orgasm and screamed into the ball gag, then she collapsed against her restraints.

He stopped flogging her and took a moment, viewing her with satisfaction. He gently stroked his hand over her bright red ass. The flesh was hot to the touch. The flogger marks were clearly visible on the smooth white skin. Her ass looked lovely this way. He tossed the flogger on the bench, picked up his phone and took several photos of his handiwork.

After he put his phone down, Master stepped in front of Brenda, He released the snap holding the rope to her handcuffs. She slumped forward, hands on the horse. He stood in front of her and loosened the ball gag letting it slip out of her mouth. The ball gag hung like a slave necklace around Brenda’s neck.

Brenda opened her eyes and was rewarded with the sight of her Master’s hard cock in front of her face. She looked at it briefly then leaned forward and greedily sucked it into her mouth.

She began sucking and licking the head of his cock. She knew he expected her to take it completely down her throat, and she wanted to do just that, but she couldn’t do it right away. She had to warm up and get ready for that violation.

During their first meeting, Master started training Brenda to suck cock properly. It wasn’t as if she never had oral sex before but she used to stroke the shaft with her hands and just suck and lick the head.

Brenda tried that technique with Master and he slapped her hand away telling her if he wanted a hand job he would do it himself. When he demanded Brenda swallow his cock she balked. She didn’t think she could do it without gagging.

Brenda did gag at first, but he was patient with her. He gave her instruction on how to shift her jaw forward and lower the base of her tongue to create more space in the back of her mouth. He told her to practice with a lubricated dildo between their meetings. Gradually she was able to work the dildo past the spot that made her gag. Eventually she learned to get his huge cock all the way down her throat. Now it excited her to know how much she could arouse and please her Master by sucking cock in a way that few women could.

He began to move his hips slowly, matching Brenda’s head movements. He caressed the side of her face with one hand, her shoulders and back with the other. Brenda was alternating between taking his cock out of her mouth to lick up and down the shaft, then slipping it back in her mouth and sucking. The slurping sound aroused him even more.

Master began to move his hips with a slow rhythm. Brenda took his cock down a little more deeply. She paused and pulled back when she felt a slight gag in her throat. She continued sucking and running her tongue around the head for several minutes, then she pushed forward and took his cock a little deeper than before. It went down a little easier this time. She smiled to herself, she knew she was warming up.

She continued to suck his cock, again losing track of time. Eventually He slid his hand down her back and put his fingers under the rope around her waist. His fingers were centered over the cunt rope that stretched over her asshole and between her legs. He gently tugged on the rope encouraging her to take his cock deeper in her throat. The dildo moving in Brenda’s cunt had the desired effect, she sucked harder.

Brenda was really getting warmed up now, her Master’s cock slipping down her throat a little further with each effort. She thought she was almost ready when she felt him grab the base of her pony tail with his other hand. He started to pull on the rope and press her head forward with her pony tail. The rope pressed on her asshole, pulled on her clit and shifted the dildo in her cunt. The tension pulled her body toward her Master.

At the same time He rotated his hips forward. The combined pressure forced his cock down Brenda’s throat until her nose was touching his abdomen. His balls pressed against her chin. He held her like that briefly and the released some pressure allowing his cock to slide out.

She coughed once as his cock slipped out of her mouth. She stared at his glistening shaft just inches in front of her face. After Brenda caught her breath she couldn’t wait to continue. She didn’t have to wait long. He pulled on the cunt rope and Brenda’s pony tail, forcing his cock back into her mouth.

The rope and dildo were stimulating her again. She went along with his rhythm, multiple short penetrations followed by one or two very deep rams down her throat. He was in complete control fucking her mouth. Brenda was already building toward another orgasm. Her gag reflex was gone. Brenda was overcome with the feeling of being filled with cock. Her Master’s cock slamming down her throat, the dildo filling her cunt. The feeling was overwhelming.

Brenda was surprised how quickly she came. This orgasm felt like a warm glow flowing through her body. He sensed her orgasm and slowed his rhythm, then stopped. His cock slipped out of her mouth. Brenda gasped for breath and collapsed on the horse. He released his grip on her pony tail and cunt rope. Then he slowly walked behind her.

Brenda was exhausted. I can’t possibly fuck now, she thought. But she knew she could not refuse her Master.

Master grabbed the rope around Brenda's waist and roughly pulled her toward him. The leather covering the horse was wet from Brenda's cunt and she slid easily. The dildo slipped off the end of the horse leaving her cunt exposed to him. He untied the rope at the small of her back and roughly pulled it out between her ass cheeks.

The dildo made a slurping sound as it popped out of Brenda’s cunt. Brenda was shocked at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He dropped the dildo letting it dangled from the rope looped around Brenda’s waist.

Brenda felt his left hand grip and spread her ass, she knew his other hand was guiding his cock toward her. She felt the head of his cock slip between her dripping cunt lips. Brenda was suddenly fully alert and alive with energy.

Master moved his right hand from his cock to her pony tail and grabbed her hair. In one fluid motion he snapped her head back and pulled her body back toward his thrusting hips. His cock filled Brenda’s cunt.

Brenda screamed, “OH YES! OH YES! OH YES!”

His cock felt huge compared to the dildo. Any feeling of exhaustion was a distant memory now. She was bucking against his thrusting cock like a mad woman.

“OH FUCK ME, FUCK ME!” she screamed over and over.

The loud slapping sound each time their bodies collided echoed off the walls. The secretions from Brenda’s soaking cunt were covering his cock and dripping down his balls. Again Brenda lost track of time, he may have fucked her for five minutes of five hours, she couldn’t tell. She felt another orgasm building and tried to buck harder.

“PLEASE MAKE ME CUM! PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!” she screamed.

Brenda’s cunt released her womanly cum all over her masters cock. He slowed and then stopped fucking her. Brenda slumped forward onto the horse.

“Thank you Master,” she whispered.

His cock was still rock hard. “You’re not done yet, slave.”

He unfastened her ankle cuffs from the horse. Tugging on the ball gag looped around her neck, Master said, “Get up. On the bench.”

Brenda began to move knowing that another hard slap to her tender ass was on the way if she didn’t. Her legs and arms were stiff from the restraints and her body was sore all over, but she got off horse as fast as she could. He loosened the rope around her waist and let it slip to the floor.

With two fingers through ball gag strap, he led her to the bench.

“On your back.”

Brenda lay down in the middle of the bench, her cuffed hands across her stomach. With one foot on the floor he put his other foot on the bench near her shoulder and straddled her face. Brenda looked up and saw his balls just above her mouth, his hard cock swayed over her face pointing toward her forehead.

Brenda’s cum dripped from his cock and balls onto her face. She opened her mouth as he lowered himself. Brenda started licking and sucking his nut sack. She moved her head back and forth trying to reach every part. As she was doing her best to stimulate his balls, Master was using his hand to rub his glistening wet cock back and forth over her nose, cheeks and even her forehead.

She could feel the head of his cock brush past her ears as he rubbed it over her entire face. Brenda took turns sucked his balls into her mouth. The taste and smell of her cunt was all over her now. Her face was wet from her chin to her forehead.

Brenda knew she should be disgusted by this but she wasn't. Smelling and tasting her cunt while sucking Masters balls turned her on immensely. She stretched her mouth open as far as she could and sucked both of his balls into her mouth.

Brenda didn’t remember slipping her hands down to her wet cunt. She suddenly realized she was rubbing her clit with the fingers of one hand while finger-fucking herself with the others. She opened her eyes and looked up. Between the times when his cock was not covering her eyes, she could see her Masters face. She saw her reflection in the mirrored shades.

This is how he sees me, she thought, This is how he thinks of me.

The thought aroused her even more and she began to masturbate harder. Brenda was well on her way to another orgasm when her master stood up, abruptly pulling his balls out of her mouth.

Master walked to the other end of the bench and grabbed Brenda’s ankles. He pulled and lifted her legs so that her ass was on the edge of the bench. Spreading her legs apart by her ankle cuffs, he let his cock rest on her lower belly above her cunt.

Brenda spread her cunt lips and pressed his hard cock against her skin with her fingers. She looked at his face and saw the reflection of an incorrigible slut in his mirrored shades.

“Please Master. Please,” she begged.

Master slipped his cock off her belly. She guided it into her waiting cunt. He rammed it in.

She screamed, “OH YESSSSSSS! OH YESSSSS!”

Brenda rubbed her clit with her fingers while he fucked her furiously.

Master listened to the erotic slapping sound each time their bodies collided. He watched Brenda fingering her cunt. As she stretched her hands to her cunt, her upper arms were pressing her tits toward the center of her chest. In spite of being partially restrained by her arms, her tits were flopping up and down with each of his thrusts, the chain from the nipple clamps bouncing about wildly.

Brenda’s eyes were tightly closed, her mouth was wide open, her face covered with her own cum, she was grunting with every impact.

“Perfect,” he thought, “She’s a perfect little slave-slut.”

Master knew his own orgasm was near. He saw Brenda open her eyes wide. Her mouth was open but she had stopped grunting, she was holding her breath. Her orgasm came in waves. She bucked wildly and cum gushed from her cunt onto his cock.

He pulled his cock out and stepped to the other end of the bench. He grabbed Brenda by her pony tail and jerked her up from the bench,

“UP, GET UP!” He shouted

Brenda tried to react quickly but she was still in a daze. She made it into a sitting position with her feet on the floor. He pulled her off the bench and forced her down.

“ON YOUR KNEES!”

Brenda knelt down immediately. He stepped one foot between Brenda’s cuffed hands and her body. Brenda’s hands were now wrapped around one of his legs. With his left hand still holding her pony tail, he guided his rock hard cock to Brenda’s lips.

Brenda instinctively opened her mouth. He rammed his cock down Brenda’s throat. Holding Brenda’s head tightly with both hands, Master started fucking her throat.

Brenda felt totally helpless. She had no control over the forced throat fucking. With her hands cuffed around one of her master’s legs, even if she wanted to, she could do nothing to hold off the brutal cock thrusts. She couldn’t even touch her own cunt.

Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her mouth, giving Brenda a chance to catch her breath. He reached down, grabbed the chain between the nipple clamps and pulled up. He slipped the chain over his cock, then shoved his cock back into Brenda’s mouth.

Brenda’s tits felt like they were on fire. The clamps had tightened on her nipples like tiny pliers. Her tits were pointing straight up, stretched into fleshy cones. The chain slid to base of his cock. Every time he ran his cock down Brenda’s throat she could feel the chain touch her upper lip as it stretched her tits even more.

He looked down at the lovely sight. His slave handcuffed, tits stretched to limit of endurance, his cock disappearing into her throat.

Once again he thought, Perfect little slave-slut.

Brenda sensed her Master’s impending orgasm. She tried to use her tongue to give him more pleasure but he was totally in control, fucking her face as he pleased. His pace started to slow, then he pushed his cock down her throat as far as it would go and held it there. She stuck out her tongue and tried to lick his balls.

Brenda could feel the base of his cock quivering. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could go without breathing. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The nipple chain slid free and he began pumping his cock furiously with his right hand. Using his left hand on her pony tail to hold her head immobile, he jacked off just inches from her face. He grunted loudly and Brenda watched cum shoot from his cock at her face.

The first blast shot to the top of her head landing in her hair. Blast after blast of cum splashed onto Brenda’s face. Her forehead, her nose and her cheeks were covered with ribbons of sperm. All of his cum covered cum from her cunt that he rubbed on her face earlier.

After his orgasm passed he gently removed the nipple clamps from her tits and dropped the chain on the bench. Brenda wasn’t sure if it was pain or relief she felt when the blood returned to her battered nipples. After a moment she realized it was relief.

He began to slowly rub his cock on her face, smearing their cum together.

“You look beautiful, slave,” he said sincerely.

“Thank you, Sir,” Brenda replied.

His cock was still erect but not as hard as it was earlier.

“Clean my cock, slave,” he said gently.

Brenda immediately started to lick and suck his cock. Their cum was thoroughly mixed together, thick and sticky. It covered his balls as well as his cock. There was so much that Brenda had to swallow often. The taste of his cum mixed with hers was decadent. The sucking and licking sounds punctuated the erotic sight of a slave enthusiastically using her mouth to clean her Master's cock.

When he was satisfied with her cleaning effort he let her slip her hands from around his leg.

“On the bench, slave,” he said.

Brenda got up slowly from her kneeling position. She tried to sit on the bench but her ass was too sore. She lay down on her side, resting her head on her hands.

Master took out two bottles of water from the black bag, opening both and handing one to Brenda.

“Thank you, Master,” she said weakly, so exhausted she couldn’t take a sip.

He drank all the contents of the other bottle, then took a hand towel from the bag and wiped the sweat from his face and body. He dried Brenda’s saliva and what little cum was left on his cock and balls.

He walked to the horse and picked up the dildo from the floor. He pulled the rope out of the hole in the dildo and used the towel to wipe Brenda’s cum from both. The padded rail on the horse was drenched. He sopped it up with the towel.

He went back to the bench and dropped the rope and dildo in the bag. He wiped off the nipple clamps and flogger dropping them in the bag as well. When he was done he tossed the towel on the bench next to Brenda.

“Don’t wipe any cum off your face until you get home, slave.” He said.

Brenda was shocked. Lifting her head she said, “But Master…”

Don’t make me repeat myself, slave,” He said sternly. “And for the back talk you can wear the ankle cuffs and ball gag until you get home as well.”

For a moment Brenda was speechless.

“Yes, Sir,” she said in a small voice and rested her head back on her hands. She lay on the bench, watching in silence as he dressed.

Back in full uniform, he walked over to the bench. Taking his handcuff key from the ring on his gun belt, he unlocked and removing the cuffs from Brenda’s wrists. After returning the cuffs to the pouch, he briefly ran his fingertips over the dark red lines around her wrists.

“Don't forget to lock up on your way out, slave.” He picked up his bag and walked toward the door.

Brenda rolled onto her stomach and lifted herself up on her elbows, “Master please wait, what about my clothes? How will I get home?”

He turned at the door.

“You should take better care of your things, slave. You left your clothes out by your car. Now go get dressed and drive yourself home like a big girl.”

He turned and walked out.

Brenda heard his footsteps on the old wooden floor, the front door opened and closed. A minute later she heard his car start, then he drove away.

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MdeSade64
Posted 11 Mar 2014 03:55
Outstanding. That was an amazing scene.
Issaquah
Posted 24 Jun 2013 05:35
Extremely hot!
Thinsulater
Posted 23 Jun 2013 11:01
Hot damn! Lucky bastered.
Kennyboy82
Posted 23 Jun 2013 06:40
Oh FUCK! How good was this! MEGA!
sandymonroe
Posted 22 Jun 2013 22:34
This story is hot as hell! I loved the way you built up the tension and how vividly you described all the sex scenes. And the money shot was... well it worth reading. I'm gonna read all of your stories!
 

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