Bill had received a few emails from “slutineed69” through the web site. At first the notes were short and pretty banal. Her picture showed a smiling, early 50’s, school teacher type. Nothing unattractive by far, but nothing that demanded his immediate attention.
Bill would send short replies, usually asking her some leading question to see where she went. Her answers were usually fairly unresponsive. He figured she was either thick or the handy work of an overseas webmaster trying to maintain interest in the site.
One day, he was in a mood and asked her why a good looking married woman was spending time on this particular site.
Bill was more than surprised when he received her two page answer. To summarize, she loved her husband but was so totally tired of their sex lives she was ready to scream. The husband had little interest other than a weekly, missionary style fuck, and the occasional blow job.
She explained that the last straw for her came when he went down on her (at her request for ‘something different’) and fumbled around like a blind virgin. When she asked what he was doing, he told her he was looking for her clit. A hundred years of marriage and he couldn’t find her clit.
Contrast her husband’s ineptness with her rich sexual ‘bucket list’, and it was apparent that it was hopeless.
She explained that she dreamed of being used, abused and pushed; all within reason, of course. She readily admitted that she had no idea what ‘reason’ was. It was just out there somewhere.
Bill was intrigued. This could be a lot of fun, or a major disaster. Since he had nothing to lose, and a free evening, he figured ‘what the hell’ and invited her for a drink. He picked a bar he knew that was about half way between them. He told her not to respond, but to just show up if she was serious. Oh, and she should wear a dress no longer than her knees.
He was on his second drink watching the football game when he saw her come in. She was wearing a simple wrap around dress that complemented a very cute body. With some lip gloss and eye make up, she looked less like the teacher type and more like a woman.
Bill caught her eye and motioned her over to the bar. As she started to sit down he introduced himself.
“I’m Bill. You must be ‘slutineed’.” He didn’t shout it out, but made sure it was just loud enough to be embarrassing. He thought how much fun it was when he really didn’t care.
She blushed, held out her hand and said, “I’m Susan.”
After her first glass of wine and ridiculous small talk, he told her that they should sit in a booth.
“Now Susan, please be completely honest and tell me what you are looking for. You seem too sincere for me to waste your time if I don’t think I can help you.”
“I don’t know how to start,” she answered.
“I tell you what. Tell me what you were thinking the last time you masturbated.”
“Boy, you jump right in don’t you?”
Bill said in the nicest, most sincere voice he could summon, “I have too much respect for what are obviously deep seated needs in your life. I don’t want to waste your time or efforts in fulfilling those needs.”
“Do I look like I need something?”
“Look, you wrote me. You met me. You wore what I told you to. Any fool can see that there’s a big hole in you that you are trying to fill. If you didn’t have a need, you wouldn’t be here. If I’m wrong, please say so and I’ll thank you for a pleasant evening.”
There was silence for almost an entire minute. Bill called for the check and thanked her for joining him for a drink. He told her how he wished her all the best.
She starred at the table and said, “No. Please. When I last masturbated, I was imagining that the only boss that ever fired me gave me the option to do what he told me to do instead of firing me.”
“Did you imagine that you decided to not get fired?”
“Yes.”
“What did he have you do?”
“He brought me to a room in the back of the store and told me that I would be spending my shifts in there from now on. He told me that after stamping by time card, I was to go directly to the room and stand in the corner until he came for me.”
“Then what happened.”
“Nothing.”
Bill asked, “What do you mean, nothing’?”
Susan whispered bashfully, “I had an orgasm when I imagined being ordered to the corner.”
“Do you want to stand in the corner, Susan?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to be told what to do by your boss?”
“Yes. A lot.”
“Do you think the boss should punish you if you fail to obey?”
Her face became flushed. She raised her eyes without lifting her head and nodded yes.
“Listen carefully Susan. Today is Tuesday. This Friday night you will be my guest. Give me your email address and I will send you detailed instructions on Friday morning.”
Susan responded, “I don’t know what my husband is doing. I’ll have to see if I can make it work.”
“Susan, please don’t take this wrong, but that’s your problem. You will follow instructions or you won’t. It’s completely up to you. Let’s go. I’ll walk you out to your car.”
Bill stood and held out his hand. Susan said nothing as she put her hand in his.
In the darkened corner of the parking lot where she had parked, Bill took her head in his hands and kissed her tenderly. Her lips seemed to melt on contact. Part of him didn’t want to wait until Friday, but Beverly was coming over tomorrow night, and he knew he needed at least one night’s rest.
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II
Shortly after 11:00 AM on Friday, Bill’s email arrived. In the cold light of day, Susan almost deleted it but decided that it wouldn’t hurt to just read it.
“Susan, I hope this finds you well. Please understand that you are under no obligation to do anything. If you decide not to participate, I will completely respect your decision and wish you nothing but good things.”
“The following instructions are for you and must be followed if you choose to. If you want to follow some instructions and not others, we will not be compatible. It’s all in, or not in at all.”
“You are to arrive at my house at exactly 8:00. You are to look your best and you may wear whatever you think achieves that end. Once you enter my home, you will not make any decisions for yourself. The only decision available to you is to obey.”
“In reality, we know you are actually perfectly free to make any other decision, and you may. That will of course, require you to leave immediately. That is why you are to drive yourself.”
“Complete the attached questionnaire of sexual interests and return it to me by 1:00. If it is not returned by then, there is no reason for you to communicate further and no reason for you to come tonight.”
“That’s it!” Susan thought to herself. She decided there was no way she was stupid to start down that path. “Oh well, it was worth the fantasy.”
She returned to her computer at 12:30. “Damn,” she said, “I’ve got to complete the questionnaire and send it by 1:00!”
III
It was easy to follow the online map to Bill’s address. She arrived at 7:45 and circled the block talking herself out of going, and talking herself into going.
Bill was not the least bit surprised to hear the doorbell ring at exactly 8:00.
“Come in, Susan. Please stand in the center of the room facing my chair.”
Without touching her, Bill kissed her. He could feel her nervousness. He took her coat and put it on a rack near the front door.
“Your coat and keys will remain right here. You may take them anytime you please.”
Mathew sat in his chair and spent a moment looking at Susan. She was wearing a simple black dress that came just above her knee. The neckline was low, and the tops of her breasts looked like they would pop out at any minute. Her black patterned stockings and high heels completed her very attractive and very sexy outfit.
“Turn around for me Susan.”
Susan turned around slowly. She was beginning to enjoy herself.
“Susan, please sit down. We have much to discuss. I want to be as frank and open as I can be. Do you understand what you will do if you decide to stay here?”
“I think so, yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I hope you will teach me to be a source of sexual pleasure for you.”
“Susan, that is going to involve being stripped, being spanked and being fucked whenever it strikes my fancy. It will require you to be humiliated so you will be constantly aware of your role. You will be nothing more than my slut, my fuck puppet. I may tie you up, whip you and leave you naked on the porch. I may fuck you in your ass and torture your tits with clamps, whips and hot wax. In short, if you take my collar and decide to stay, you will be my property to do with as I wish.”
“I believe you will experience orgasms deeper than you ever have before, and I know you will feel pain that you will do anything to stop. I will never harm you, but I will hurt you.”
“Once you enter here, you will call me Master or Sir. You will refer to yourself as girl, or slut. You will do what you are told when you are told to do it. Failure will be punished, and failure to accept punishment will result in complete dismissal.”
“Am I very clear?”
Susan was so turned on by the by Bill’s description; it would not have taken much more than a stiff breeze across her clit to take her over the edge.
“Yes… Sir.” She swallowed the rest of her wine.
“Tell me you want to be my slut.”
“Sir, may this girl be your slut. Please?”
“Stand before me. Your hands belong behind your head. Your elbows should be held back as far as you can.”
Her dress rode up her thighs enough to see the tops of her stockings.
“Remove your dress. Fold it neatly and put it on the couch.”
Susan was surprised that she found this much easier than she had expected. Once you accept that you are not leaving here without being thoroughly fucked, this part is easy.
Bill stood and walked around her while he drank his wine. His fingers grazed gently across her breasts, her back and between her legs.
He whispered in her ear, “Bra off.”
Her tits were not huge, but very fuckable. The nipples were perfect and standing out straight.
“Your nipples are hard, slut.” Bill said as he took each nipple between his fingers. “Why is that?”
“Because they are aroused?”
Bill suddenly held her shoulder with his left hand and spanked her ass with his right.
“Sluts do not answer questions with questions, and sluts always address their comments to their master with respect.”
Two more swats on her ass and then Bill said, “Now, why are the slut’s nipples hard?”
“Sir, they are hard because this slut is excited.”
“Much better. Is your pussy wet?”
“Yes Sir, I believe it is.”
“Stripping and spanking gets you wet. You really are a slut. Panties off. Show me your cunt.”
Susan worked the panties down her stockings and over her heels. Bill sat down.
“Come here. I want to see your cunt up close.”
As he worked a finger into her, he said, “The little tuft of hair is cute, but my sluts are to be completely shaved. This is the last time I will see that hair.”
“Yes, Sir.”
At first she instinctively wondered how she would explain it to her husband; but then she realized he’d probably not even notice.
Bill had two fingers in was moving them around. He told her to play with her nipples. It was very pleasing to see that her juices were flowing freely. The slightest touch to her clit caused her hips to thrust forward seeking more complete contact.
“Follow me, slut.”
Bill suddenly pulled his fingers from her, stood up and walked to the playroom. The lights in the room were off, so Susan could not see well as she felt the cold steel of handcuffs being locked around her wrists. Before she had a chance to react, Bill pulled her cuffed wrists over her head and attached the connecting chain to another chain that was hanging from the ceiling. Then, he removed her heels, causing her to use only her toes to maintain contact with the floor.
When Bill turned the light on, Susan could see a rack on one wall that displayed various whips, paddles, chains, and ropes. The table held a mish mash of clamps, candles, gags and cuffs. There were other things that she had no idea of what they were.
“You will spend a lot of time here, slut. In time, you will look forward to the attention you will receive here.”
Susan was hanging naked except for her black stockings. Bill would normally have her completely naked by now, but there was simply something incredibly slutty about the look. He needed some pictures of it before he stripped those from her too.
He decided to start her out with the rubber cat o’nine tails. Light, painless strokes were applied starting with the soles of her feet and up and around each leg. The stokes became harder as he worked on her ass and shoulders.
Susan started to make too much noise when Bill started on her ass with the leather paddle.
“Maybe this will help you control yourself! The count will be doubled and redoubled until you learn to accept what I want you to have. Now shut up and take it!”
She had seen ball gags before, but this was the first one she ever had on. Bill figured as much and therefore used the smallest one he had. He was very pleased that she quieted down considerably and seemed to concentrate on control as he continued his assault on her ass.
After a few lighter strokes to the sides of her tits, he ran his hand over her ass cheeks and then between her legs to her pussy. She was gushing.
Once Bill removed her gag, he finger fucked her for a few seconds and then put his fingers in her mouth.
“You are doing very well slut. Clean my fingers off well and I’ll take you off the hook.”
Susan sucked the fingers and used her tongue to cover every inch. She had tasted herself before, but even she was surprised at how much cunt juice was coming out of her.
Bill worked her cunt a little while longer while he gave her a few moments to let the blood come back into her released arms.
“Get on your back.”
She laid down on the mattress that was in the far corner of the room. Bill took four leather belts from the toy table and used two to secure her ankles to the back of the upper part of her thighs, and two more to secure her forearms to her thighs. He always thought this was one of the finest ways to display pussy.
Bill pushed is tongue directly on her swollen clit. Susan could not hold back the automatic moan of pleasure. Bill worked her tits while he continued to enjoy the taste of new cunt. Susan felt her orgasm build and went totally out of control when Bill plunged his fingers in without letting his tongue leave her clit.
Susan came harder, deeper and longer than she had in many years. Her orgasmic screams turned to tears and Bill could feel the contractions in the walls of her cunt. Once she calmed down, she felt Bill’s hand slapping her ass.
“I let you come because I figured it’s been a long time since you’ve had a man take care of your cunt the way it should be. But from now on, you don’t cum without my permission!”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir, Thank you, Sir.”
“I’m going to fuck you now. If you cum you will spend the rest of the night hanging from the ceiling with your tits in a vice. This is for me, I have no interest in your pleasure.”
Bill’s dick slid into her still oozing pussy with ease. She was much tighter then he expected. He spent the next ten minutes or so fucking her with great enjoyment, but he was nowhere near cuming. He loved it when he was like this. Once he developed that level of control, he learned how to enjoy fucking..not just cuming. Just the simple pleasure of fucking for fucking sake.
He released the belts from her legs and arms and laid down on the mattress.
He held each side of her face and said, “Make me cum, slut. And make it good.”
He pulled her face to his dick. She had her mouth open to welcome him.
It had been a long time since Susan was enjoying the feel of a dick in her mouth. On the few times she had blown her husband recently, she just wanted him to cum so she could get to sleep or watch some TV show. She realized quickly that she was not just sucking dick, she was getting her mouth fucked.
Bill had to admit that she was good. But only to himself. He learned a long time ago to be stingy with the complements. That way, they keep trying.
He dug his fingers into her ass as he felt his ball sack contracting and knew he was about to fill her mouth.
“Swallow every fucking drop!” Load after load shot into her sucking mouth.
Once he was done, he pulled his shrinking cock from her lips, leaned his head back on the mattress, and closed his eyes.
“Get dressed and get out of here. Check your email for further instructions.”
Bill never so much as lifted his head until well after she had left. Once in the car Susan said to herself, “How fucking rude! He beats the shit out of me, fucks me and cums in my mouth. Then he kicks me out like some domestic slave. Then the bastard has the nerve to tell me to watch for his ‘further instructions’! What the hell does he think I am.”
By the time she got to the first red light, she knew she was getting wet yet again. She hoped her instructions would arrive soon.
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IV
Susan had known her best girlfriend Dawn since grade school. Fortunately, she always lived nearby. Dawn was the one person in the world she could confide in. Completely.
Dawn’s oldest daughter lived in San Francisco and was a fairly well known model for a major D/s website. In fact it was the same website Susan meet Bill through. The site specialized in slut training, but had links to almost anything you could imagine.
Dawn and she had looked at her daughter’s pictures together. All Dawn ever said was, “She’s over 21 and it’s her body. I guess it’s better then marrying some loser asshole like her father.”
Dawn knew how miserable Susan’s domestic sex life had been, so she was looking forward to hearing the details of Friday’s adventure. Her husband was playing golf all afternoon, so they agreed to meet at Susan’s.
Susan noticed that Dawn’s expression grew stranger as she told her everything that happened. She thought that perhaps she had gone over some line and was now provoking Dawn’s disapproval.
When she completed her story and told her how she had finished herself off in the front seat of her car once she was in the garage, she braced herself for Dawn’s reaction.
Dawn said quietly, “What street does this Bill live on?”
Upon hearing Susan’s answer, Dawn said, “Damn. You’re not going to believe this.”
“I won’t believe what? I thought you were the one in disbelief.”
“Do you remember the affair I told you about when my daughter was about seven? Unless there is a huge coincidence, I think it was with your Bill!”
“What? You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“I don’t think I am. I told you it was just a little love affair. After all, I was entitled given the number of whore girlfriends my ex had. But really, the relationship consisted of me doing whatever he told me to.”
“Is that why you ended it?”
‘Hell, no. There was no way I wanted to end it. I hadn’t been that sexually charged ever before. In fact, never was again, until recently. He’s the one that ended it. If he’s still half as good now as he was back then, I completely understand the smile on your face.”
“Why did he end it?”
“He left me a phone message telling me to meet him. I called back and explained to his answering machine that my husband wasn’t home and couldn’t leave my daughter alone.”
“I heard nothing from him, and a few days later I called him; which I was never supposed to do.”
“All he said was, ‘I told you to do what you were told when you were told to do it. If you can’t, you can’t.’ He hung up and I never heard from him again. Funny thing is, I was never mad at him. He told me what the rules were from the beginning.”
Susan said, “Holy crap! We’ve sucked the same cock in different decades….What about Charlie? Is he like Bill?”
Charlie had been Dawn’s more or less steady boyfriend for the last few years. Susan always thought of that relationship as simply convenient and comfortable.
Dawn answered, “I met Charlie through the same website. He used to work there. What do you think?”
“But you two always seem so normal together.”
“Charlie is completely respectful and caring until we are alone. Make no mistake about it. When we are alone, I am completely his. And, unless things have changed in fifteen years, Charlie can make Bill look like a cub scout.”
“Bill is no boy scout. My ass is still bruised!” said Susan.
Dawn stood, turned around and pulled her pants down to show Susan her black and blue ass.
Susan looked and asked, “Charlie gave you that! God, it looks sore.