She was watching me. Those eyes, powerful and penetrating, casting that devious gaze. Paired with the sound of her breathing, barely detectable across the table, ever subtle in how she was speeding up. A slight flush was forming across her cheeks and brow. She bit her lower lip and looked me square in the eyes with hers. God, her eyes. Brown irises, contrasting with those black pupils, threatening to swallow my existence as I stared back into them. She was profound.

Her arms, which had been crossed over her breasts, seductively ample yet hidden by her oversized shirt, slid down her chest, pulling her shirt tighter and revealing the erectness of her nipples, pushing against her bra and shirt, crying out to be freed from their cloth prison, as her hands laid to rest on the table, her palms outwards and facing each other. 

She shifted forward in her chair, leaning into the table, her glorious long black hair flowing free and draping past her shoulders, sliding down to barely touch the table. 

There it was. I could smell her excitement. I smiled sweetly at the victory. She was interested. I had been terrified to tell her how I felt, had been waiting for two lifetimes, it seemed. But finally, I mustered the courage and here was the result. “Rome wasn’t built in a day,” I thought to myself. 

But this is so much better than Rome. Rome also fell from internal strife, and I sure as hell was not going to leave any stone unturned. We both deserve happiness, and she will be included from beginning to forevermore. 

She was much more submissive than I, but her situation is complicated. Never having been with someone that could give her the dominance she craved, she had up until now been having to lead, when she wanted to be led. 

It is lamentable. She had never been satisfied. 

The people that might have given her what she craved were all scum, undeserving of her. One had cheated. Another had been a manipulative, toxic piece of shit. It all ended the same. She had experienced hell and persevered, without giving up hope. It was time she could be rewarded.

She spoke. “Show me the toys, tell me in exact detail what you want to do to me. Is your partner aware she will be my sub? Remember, it is up to me to decide if I want to do this.” 

She was asserting boundaries early on. Information is everything, and a transfer of power is only with complete information and no blurred lines or gray areas. Common sense and smart. Her rationality, despite being clearly horny, is a turn-on. 

How I want her to let me claim her, mark her, never disappoint her. Standing up, I instructed her, “Follow me.”

Walking past her, I gestured to the door going down to the dungeon. We headed downstairs, in silence. She was coming closer to me as we walked down the steps, the smell of her excitement not lost in the close stairway. 

As we came down to the landing, I turned and looked at her. Bronze skin, her glorious thighs in those tight jeans. She had tried to conceal her voluptuous ass by wearing bigger jeans, but with a body like that, there just wasn’t any way possible. 

She is a South American goddess, I thought, as she shifted her weight to one foot and put a hand on one hip, dangling the other seductively, swaying slightly as she relaxed. To see her in a swing, trussed up and ready to be served unlimited pleasure. The thought made my cock stir.

Coming to the door, I knocked lightly, “You have company, my love.” 

Opening the door, we were greeted with the splendor of my Woman, hogtied in her suspension, her head pulled back to make eye contact, her hair tied with rope to meet the line coming from her ankles. Cum was still dripping down her, leaking from her ass and pussy. 

The ovipositor eggs were on the ground. One, two, three. I kept counting as our friend came walking in slowly. Twelve eggs on the ground. There were still some in her ass. Fortunately, all the silicon eggs had come out. Anything else was biodegradable. Just extra lube to better please her. 

The tape that covered the cloth gag over her face was doing a good job. Between the used panties in her mouth, the ball gag and the two layers over that, she was incapable of making vocal noises. There was still a slight grunt coming from her throat as the vibrator continued working her clit. 

Our friend walked over, bending down, showing me the fullness of her ass as she stroked her hand across my Woman’s cheek. She spoke. “Are you consenting to be shared with me, old friend?” 

They had known each other for years. Their bond was special. I wasn’t worried. They had already been talking about doing this since before I came into the picture. My Woman, bound and leaking cum, grunted. Our friend clicked her tongue. 

“I didn’t ask you to grunt like a bred sow, although you certainly are leaking like one and are ready for the feast. Do you want me to fuck you and share myself with your partner? Since you can’t talk, pump that cum filled ass of yours three times. If you don’t, I will take that as no. I don’t have all day, so make up your mind, you slut.” 

My Woman struggled against the ropes. Her ass went up once, then twice. She came again. Squirting from her pussy, as four more large eggs popped out of her ass. 

Her eyes went wide as she tremored, grunted and moaned, a long exasperated sigh of climax. 

Her skin flushed and beaded with sweat, she quaked as the last of her climax trickled down to the floor below her swollen pussy, also dripping with the cornstarch-based cum that had been stuffed into her ass and pussy to deposit all those eggs she loved being stuffed with. 

Our friend was amused. 

She laughed lightly and, running her fingers along my partner’s spine, said, “That was only twice, bitch. Who gave you permission to cum without finishing our conversation? Well? Is there going to be a third, or are you just going to keep wetting yourself and give up this chance?” Our friend suddenly raised her hand and spanked her ass, hard. My Woman groaned in her throat, twisting her ass, trying to move to the side, surprised by the pain. 

No contract, yet. How dare she.

Gritting my teeth, I moved to defend my Woman. Before I finished the first step, however, my love thrust her hips hard and her ass went higher than I thought possible. She was okay. 

I held still and breathed, calming the mix of emotions that had come on like a hurricane. Another egg popped out. Her eyes widened, and she came again, splattering her juices onto the floor, as our friend stepped back to avoid being drenched. 

She smiled wickedly and walked over to our woman, rubbing her hand against that glorious ass. She deftly reached her fingers down to the vibrator that was strapped to our woman's clit, and I watched her stroke those bronze fingers across her swollen pink labia. Her other hand massaged the ass cheek that she had struck.

She leaned close to her ear and whispered something that made our woman look up with those wide green eyes and moaned deep in her throat. Whatever was said just made her cum, again. So sensitive. What a gift to be able to feel that good all the time. 

Noting the last egg that had popped out from her ass. It was the Big One. Four inches by four. It had to have been sitting pretty in the small intestine, given even the smaller eggs were all on the larger side.

We had been working for months on her internal flexibility and increasing capacity to hold larger amounts of filling. Having a mold to make biodegradable eggs for her ass was the best thing I had researched.

She loved silicon eggs in her pussy, too. They are more firm and tend to clack and rattle like beads. Makes for fun sound effects when fucking her ass or throat. A human maraca, I mused. 

My woman loved being packed so deep that you could see a bulge in her belly. First fuck her pussy, then cum deep into her. She claims she could feel my seed swimming into her, every time. 

Then stuff her pussy full of cornstarch-based cum to make her extra slick, pumping it deep against her cervix, crowding against her uterus. She says it is initially uncomfortable, but she still wants it. 

Push in the ovipositor and stuff her chasm. Her limit is currently six two-inches-by-two eggs. 

Then push in as much cornstarch cum as possible to fill the gaps and plug in place, so they don't fall out while her ass gets the same treatment, with larger eggs and higher quantities of cum. Nothing more to fit, was how it was supposed to be. 

She demanded to be bred to the limit and even wanted to try walking while stuffed tight. Packed airtight, more like. 

She moaned again as our friend molested her. After a refractory period for her health, I am going to need to refill her, I suppose. 

Our friend, laughing ever so softly, slapped my Woman on her ass as she lowered it down, her hips shaking from yet another orgasm. Was it because of the stimulation of the last egg coming out? The thrusting of her hips? The vibrator trained on her clit, or the physical and mental stimulation of being lusted after by our friend, whom we both adore and love? 

My woman tends to cum easily, especially when she is truly wanted. She also had been with some terrible men in previous relationships. Never again. Even if someday we were to fall apart, if the spark ever died away, I knew she had learned her worth. She would never submit to a lesser person again. 

Beaming with pride, I walked over to begin the process of removing her gag. 

Our friend put her hand out and touched mine as I was reaching to pull the tape. Looking at her, I silently gazed into her deep brown eyes, seeking her intent. She spoke. “Don’t untie my bitch. I haven’t had a chance to bond with her, yet.” 

Understandable sentiment, but it was time to lay down my rules. 

“Your bitch is my Woman, and if you touch her or speak to her like this anymore without agreeing to my rules, you can walk right back out that door. She consented to being shared, as my Woman. Not used, even by a friend. This is how we make love.” 

Pulling on the main support rope, keeping my Woman secured to the ceiling, shaking her in the process, I continued, 

“You are agreeing to be her shared Dominant partner, but you will be my submissive and you will submit to me, the same way that my Woman does. 

Since you called her a bitch and a sow, I promise you the same expectation. You will be stuffed, you will hold my cum, you will experience euphoria and you will be mine. You will form a separate contract with my Woman and do what you both agreed to on your own terms. As long as it is safe and does not violate my Woman’s wishes, I will abide by it. 

I will never abuse either of you, nor will I tolerate anyone to abuse either of you. You will grow confident in being dominated by me and you will have your desires satisfied. What say you? Will you allow yourself to also be my Woman?”

Giving her a hard stare, I finished and waited for her response, my hand still holding the rope suspending my Woman. 

The goddess bit her lip, her hand still on mine.

In a soft voice, she almost whispered, “You can’t have my…” She blushed and went silent, her hand still on top of mine, fingers curling against my knuckles. She was getting shy. 

Assertively, I responded. “You have to speak up, or I will take that as a no.” 

I am not going to force anyone into anything. If she was having second thoughts, this needed to be dealt with now. Her happiness is paramount. 

I began to pull my hand out from under hers. She opened her fingers and grabbed my wrist, her palm sweaty as she raised her voice and spoke. 

“Wait. I submit. You cannot have my ass. It is not pleasant and I don’t want anything to go in there.” 

I chuckled. Your pussy is going to be sore, when we are done with a session. But so be it. Any other restrictions? What about those?” 

I pointed to the ovipositor eggs on the floor and the assortment of toys on the wall. She gazed around and I noted there was a slight dampness beginning to show on her crotch. Those dark blue cotton jeans were going to need some cleaning before she went home tonight. No need for her to go home smelling like fresh sex. She has an image to uphold.

She nodded her head and spoke. “I am not sure how many eggs you can put into me, but I will let you know if it is too much.” 

Interesting. Having a fill fetish myself, the best way I can care for my Women is to ensure they are filled with my seed and then anything else that can safely go in. 

I want them to be packed tight, to know I care enough to breed them like a male seahorse. To see the minor bulges in their bellies and the cum dripping from their mouths, with gags to hold in my flavor, mixed with the taste of their own cum, cleaned off from my cock and whatever excess dripped onto their panties, throughout the day.

Friendly reminders of the consummation we share. She fidgeted, noting my hard cock pushing against the seam of my pants. 

“We start now, I said.” Take off your clothes. She complied. 

I watched as she pulled up her oversized shirt and dropped it to the floor. Her humongous breasts bounced in their brassiere, nipples raging against the fabric. 

Cupping one breast, she lifted the cup of her bra and pulled it up over the top of her tit, as it bounced free, hanging low and gyrating a few times while she worked free the other tit. Pulling the bra off over the top of her head, she let it fall to the floor on top of her shirt, which happened to be sitting in a pool of our Woman’s juices. 

Glad I have the washer freed up. 

She stopped and turned to look at our Woman, who was gazing with loving eyes at the immaculate body of our Woman. I snapped my fingers. She turned back to face me. “Don’t stop stripping,” I commanded. 

She nodded her head and unbuttoned the top of her jeans, before undoing the zipper, without hesitation. She pulled her pants down, and I smiled. 

She had come prepared. She had on a g-string. South American goddess, indeed.

She turned to look at our Woman, gazing up at her goddess. “Get your sexy ass over here. I am going to bind you and show you who is in charge,” I commanded in a low voice. She walked over to me. 

“Take that g-string off, first.” 

She reached down, bending over to remove her panties. Grabbing her head, I pulled her face into my groin, the fabric of my pants all that kept her from taking in my cock with her mouth open in surprise. 

“Don’t ever leave anything incomplete,” I scolded. “You said you want a Daddy. I hate being called that name. But I will do it for you, so you better act right.” 

I released her head and stepped back while she raised up, tossing her strings to the floor. “Stand before our woman. I will let you get some pleasure from her while I bind you. Put your pussy against her gag and start grinding on the knot in her sexy mouth. That tape will be slick enough for your pussy at the moment.” She walked over, daring to criss-cross her legs as she approached our woman. 

It was a nice show. Her round and lush ass cheeks closed and opened, jiggling and showing off her beautiful sex to me as she strutted. Reaching her delicate arms out, she grabbed our Woman behind the ears, not pulling against the ropes binding her hair back to her ankles, I noted. 

Pushing her pussy up against our Woman, she started to ride. She started slow, rocking up and down. As she was going, I walked over with the rope.

Wrapping the rope around one wrist, I pulled her arm back, pushing her forward with my hips and barely contained hard cock against her supple ass. She moaned and tensed up, her back muscles tightening as she stood rigid.

I heard my already bound Woman grunt as wetness from her goddess began to trickle down between her legs. The goddess was already cumming, dear God. 

I pulled back her other hand and tied them together behind her back. “Keep on cumming, love,” I whispered into her ear, licking her earlobe and blowing ever so gently. 

She tilted her head back and moaned. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the ball gag for her. Running the fingers of my free hand through her glorious black hair, I reached my hand around and cupped her heavy tit, flicking her nipple with my fingers, before pinching and pulling slightly. She moaned and shook. 

“I am going to gag you, now. Do you consent?” She muttered, “Yes, Daddy.”

Irritated as always by that infernal name, I released her tit and pulled her hair towards me, firmly. Her head pulled back to me swiftly, and just as deftly, I fit the ball into her mouth, noting the size was perfect. 

Not so big that her teeth were being impacted and not too small that she could spit it out. It fit nicely between her teeth, actually. Buckling the gag behind her head, I released her. “Turn around and walk next to your bitch,” I commanded. She turned and strutted over to our Woman’s side, wetness flying from her legs and damp pussy. 

“Lie down on the floor, face down.” She knelt on her knees and lowered herself to the floor, slowly and carefully. Once she was still, I approached to bind her ankles. She had never been suspended before, so I was going to be careful. I had already set up the swing, dangling next to our Woman. It was a simple setup. 

It had a main support for her torso and one for her to lay her head on to prevent whiplash. Her legs could go into the holds that also hung down, but for now, I had a different plan. Sliding my hands under her, noting the lushness of her skin and the firm toning beneath the light layer of soft tissue on the surface, I squatted down and lifted her up, placing her into the swing, belly down. 

Her huge ass jiggled as the swing swayed with her in it, her ankle-bound legs hanging free. I walked around her and made sure her head was resting on the support. Her chin was on it and she looked at me, with slight apprehension building in her eyes. 

Gently reaching out, I brushed some of her hair that had fallen over her face and pulled it off and lightly tucked it behind her ear. “Are you in pain?” I asked. 

She shook her head and said between the gag, “no.” 

I smiled. “You called Our Woman a lot of abrasive titles and struck her. Who gave you permission to do that, before we had committed to a contract?”

Spit bubbled around her gag as she tried to say, “I did.” 

I smiled at her. “You are getting disciplined for that arbitrary choice, now. Next time, ask me, before assuming. Our Woman can barely make an audible grunt right now and she is in euphoria from cumming so much. Hardly able to make a clear point. If we hadn’t held previous talks, I would be worried you had crossed a line. We hadn’t formed a contract at that point, had we?” 

She shook her head and bubbled, “No.” 

I shook my head at her, asking, “Did you have her consent to touch her and slap her ass?” 

She shook her head at me, realizing what had happened. I had to make the point clear. Lover or not, she had insulted and laid hands on my Woman, before establishing a contract. 

I made the point, almost yelling, “Never lay hands on someone prior to actual consent!” She cowered in her sling. Calming my breathing, I rubbed my hand against her cheek. “Look at me.” She gazed up.

I am going to let you off easy, this time. Only three spankings. She muffled out, “Thank you, Daddy,” as spit dripped down her quaking chin. 

I walked behind her. Gazing at her perfect ass, I noted the wetness still dripping down her legs. Raising my hand, I smacked her left cheek, watching as it bounced and jiggled. She cried out. 

Raising my hand again, I smacked her right cheek. It felt like heaven, the perfect mix of firm muscle and healthy fat. She had an implant, and I was glad of it. Those ass cheeks, wide hips and tits were the signs of strong fertility. She will be filled with my seed as often as possible, and it is too soon to consider children. 

I raised both hands and smacked both cheeks, listening to her scream and leaving my handprints on them as I pulled back. 

Squatting down, I reached to untie her ankles, looking up to marvel at her dark labia. Swollen already, it looked like a blooming flower, primed in the morning sun for a glorious day. Soon ,that would be dripping with my cum and stuffed tight. I licked my lips.