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We met online. She responded to a request for comments about
a story I’d posted to a website she frequents.
She expressed an interest in many of the fantasies I enjoy—bondage, enslavement,
collaring, modification, and humiliation.
She seemed young and naïve in some ways, yet curious and sexually aware
in others. Her name was Irene, but that
name would not be hers for long.
Many emails pass back and
forth and I quickly became infatuated with the Korean, UCLA coed slut she
claimed, and then proved to be. I was a
little perturbed that my online submissive slut who would fuck any good looking
guy any time one approached her didn’t show any interest in anal sex, as that
is one of my favorite holes. Although she didn’t outright say it, she made it
pretty clear that this hole of hers would be off limits and I considered that
unacceptable! An idea began to form in
my head as time passed, which would eventually ensure that I could make her
take it in the ass, pierce her precious ears, nose, nipples, pussy
and anything else I wanted, as well as humiliate and degrade her as much as I
wanted. But hey, since those are a few
of her fantasies anyway, what the fuck!
In those 6 months, I was
introduced online to one of Irene’s friends, Michelle. She and Irene are bisexual and have played
many times, but at my suggestion, Michelle acted as my eyes, ears and hands
with Irene whenever she visited her friend on campus. The three of us chatted for nearly 6 months
before we finally agreed to meet, so that the submissive slut could submit to
our shared desire for me to bind and fuck her. Unbeknownst to Irene, Michelle
and I had planned some surprises for the hot slut. Without actually letting Michelle in on my
secret agenda, I did prime her to be ready to see Irene do things she’d never
thought Irene would willingly submit to in real life. At first I figured I’d just have to hope that
Irene would act willingly in front of Michelle, even if willing was the last
thing she was. But then I figured I
could play off any hesitancy on Irene’s part as an unspoken request for
discipline and I was looking forward to whipping and paddling the slut anyway!
As we’d finally agreed
online, the two girls drove to
Not letting Michelle in on
our plan, we decided that Irene would knock on the door to my hotel, and assume
the Number One position, with here hands locked behind her head, eyes lowered,
back arched, chest out, legs spread. She
would be wearing shorts, a cut-off T, no jewelry, no bra, no panties, and
high-heeled sandals. Michelle was there
to ensure Irene’s safely and to join in the fun that was planned. Irene and I agreed that the only words that
would be spoken, upon my opening the door, would be from the slut Irene, and
all she would say was, “Please fuck this gyrl,
Master.” That alone would shock the
unsuspecting Michelle.
She would enter the room,
immediately strip, lay backwards over the couch, and
present herself to me.
And that is exactly what
happened! I already had a hard-on when
she knocked on the door. What a sight to
behold when I opened the door. Two sexy,
Asian coeds, standing
before me, Irene in Position One, and Michelle, mouth agape, staring at her
friend, who had just asked me to fuck her!
This is the first time I had allowed her to call me Master. She had asked before, but until she was
clearly willing to submit, I had forbidden it.
Irene was as expected, 5’
7”, tanned, long slightly tinted hair. I
am not actually a breast man, but she was stacked more enticingly than most
Asians I knew. Michelle was shorter, but equally well-endowed, and was
also wearing shorts and a bikini top, covered with an opened blouse. What had I done to deserve such a double dose
of hot, sexually charged, females?
Without saying a word, I
stepped back, and Irene entered my hotel room without making any attempt to
look into my face, and ran straight to the couch, taking short, choppy steps,
as though her ankles were chained about 12 inches apart. She stripped, lay her body backwards over the
back of the couch, and spread her legs, holding her pussy lips apart so I could
fuck her from the front. Michelle
entered the room also, disbelief still registering on her face. We hadn’t told Michelle that part about our
first meeting. I just smiled at
Michelle, picked up a camera and snapped off a few shots before handing the
camera to her. I hadn’t said a word to
either of them yet.
I mention the short, choppy
steps for a reason. Earlier in our
emails and instant messaging, I was amazed that she was a fan of John Norman’s
series about life on Gor. (http://www.game-asylum.net/gor.html). She had read them as a young, impressionable
girl. Who would have thought that would
connect with a 20 year old Korean-American coed slut who had read those old
paper back novels about life on an alien planet in which the enslavement of
females was expected.
Irene seemed to tense at the
sound of the camera. I had not told her
about my desire to capture every steamy moment.
But she did not break her position, and did not speak,
a tribute to our 6 months of online discussion and training.
I stripped off my pants and
took Irene this way, feeling her climax around my thrusting cock within
seconds. With my cock stretching her tight pussy, she raised her eyes for the
first time to see the man she’d been talking to all those months. Her mouth opened to say something, but all
that came out was, “aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, fuck
me, pleeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzeeeeeeeee!”, as her orgasm
reached epic heights. Michelle got the
idea and without a word began moving around taking more pictures of me fucking
her best friend. Once I’d finished
depositing my first, welcoming load deep within her slippery cunt, I gruffly
instructed her to stand, lift her arms over her head and look forward.
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I walked around Irene
inspecting her closely. I had rope and I
was going to bind her, but I wanted it to be just right for her first
time. There were things I knew I would
not be able to do in the confines of the hotel room that would have to wait for
later, but for now, I was looking at her chest, waist, legs, arms, wrists,
hands, neck, hair, and even her ankles, to get a better idea of where to
start. It’s one
thing to look at a two dimensional picture and fantasize about what I want to
do with a submissive slut and quite another to have the female in front of me.
I’m sure I made Irene a
little uncomfortable. After all, who
likes being inspected like a side of beef, wondering if you’re everything you
claimed to be and more importantly, wondering what’s going through the viewer’s
head.
“Kneel, slut,” I said at
length. “Knees spread widely. I have something to give you. Hold your hands in front of you.”
Irene immediately assumed
the position, cupping her hands in front of her. She knew this position well from her readings
of Gor. I went to my bag, which was behind her and
out of her view. From it I withdrew a
collar. It wasn’t the glossy black
leather bondage collar I’d wanted, but I wasn’t going to spend the money on an
expensive one and just hope it fitted.
I’d already been in contact with a local BDSM community and a store to
suit my needs had been recommended. I
planned to take Irene there and have her sized for a nice collar later.
When I laid it in her hands
to look at, her eyes got wide and her surprise was evident. There was maybe a little trepidation there as
well. Irene carefully turned it around
in her hands, paying it the reverence it deserved, even though for now, it was
just a temporary stand in. She carefully
inspected the inscription and studied the buckle. She traced a line around the ‘D’ ring and
scratched a fingernail lovingly over the name printed on the brass plate. Eventually she handed it back to me and over
my shoulder, I heard Michelle gasp.
She’d finally seen it. I smiled
to myself, wondering if there was to be one in her future too.
“Are you going to collar me,
Master?” she asked.
I looked at her and her eyes
automatically dropped to my chest. I
could tell she was excited. Her nipples
were little nubbins and her chest was flushed.
“You call me Master easily
Irene and it sounds good to my ears,” I said to her. “While it’s true that I accepted you as my
slave by taking you when you entered the room, I do not intend to just throw a
collar around your neck, call you mine and use you. I have here a collar. If you want the collar you must beg for it
and understand what it means. As much as
I have responsibilities, so you too have them.”
I took her chin in my hand
and lifted it, forcing her to look into my eyes and see how serious I was.
“Your role is to be pleasing
at all times, even if you do not think you are going to enjoy what I do to you
or have you do. It is at these times
that you must remind yourself who is the Master in the relationship and I may
occasionally remind you of the fact by whipping you or binding you in harsh
ways.”
Letting go of her chin, I
saw the fear and anticipation in her eyes before she dropped them again.
“After much consideration, I
have decided to provide you with a safe word.
If you no longer want to play, just say ‘Stiltskin’
and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing. Be
warned that if you use the safe word, there will be no going back for you. I will not require anything of you that I
doubt you are capable of, so if you use the safe word, I will consider you no
longer of value to me and I will send you on your way.”
I told her all this with a
smile on my face. If only she knew now
that the safe word would only create more trouble for her than it saved. I thought again about taking her virgin ass,
as well as piercing and tattooing her, but this time I considered for the first
time locking her pussy up tight so that only I had the key. Having a slut around
is fun, but having a slave is much more personal. It must only be me that chooses when and how
her cunt was used, not her. Allowing her
to fuck any jock she wanted while she was not with me was something that was
about to change.
“I
offer you this collar, Irene,” I said officially. “If you accept it, you will be my slave and
nothing more than my slave. You will own
nothing, not even your name.”
“Irene,” Michelle said, with
concern in her voice. She had expected a
weekend of sex and bondage, but not such a binding relationship
“Master,” replied Irene,
kneeling before me, obviously excited and probably thinking what a wonderful
game this was, “Please let this girl wear your collar and be your slut.” She
paused then, remembering Michelle, the thought causing her cheeks to color
slightly, “This girl promises to do her best to please you and make you proud!”
“Online I called you pet,” I
said, then hesitated a moment. “But if,
for example I decided to call you cumwhore, would you
wear the name proudly?”
There was a slight
hesitation as Irene digested this information.
Then, the smile returning to her features as she spoke, she said, “But
this girl isn’t a whore Master, because whores charge money. If you demanded it, this girl would accept
any name you gave her. But please don’t
call her cumwhore, Master! Please! Maybe you could call her
cumslut? This girl really is a slut
Master, although it would be humiliating to be introduced that way.”
“If I were to give you that
name, then you would only be known by that name. Every new person you met in College who
wanted to know your name would be told, by you, that your name is now
cumslut. If you failed to introduce
yourself as cumslut, I would find out and punish you.”
Irene gulped a little, but
bravely said, “This girl understands, Master.”
“Then you may wear my
collar, Irene. After it is closed around
your neck, you will no longer be the Korean American student known as Irene,
but merely my slave, not even owning a name until I name you,” I said as I fitted
the collar around her neck, positioned it how I wanted it, then buckled it
snugly against her neck, unable to resist the temptation to make her just a
little uncomfortable.
“It pleases me for you to
work hard with your studies and get good grades. Any substandard grade from now on will be
severely punished. It also pleases me to
call you cumwhore for the rest of the day, to remind
you that a beautiful name such as cumslut must be earned.”
To her credit, my new slave
said nothing. I had, after all not
directed a question towards her.
Watching her face though, was as much fun as the collaring had
been. The smile evaporated and her
cheeks pinkened.
This was obviously not something she’d expected.
It’s what I wanted to call
her. Although I had a plan, I just
couldn’t allow her to get away with everything, now could I? There was, however something so appealing
about allowing my little cumslut bitch to think she was influencing my actions
to suit her desires, that for a moment I’d almost let her think she’d convinced
me. Of course it was probably the hard
on I was getting at the thought of putting her firmly in her place before this
weekend was over that had a lot to do with it as well.
That reminded me that I was
still naked from the waist down and while allowing Michelle a free view of my
equipment didn’t bother me at all, I felt that if she was going to see it, I
might as well make an attempt to have her make use of it too. A vision of her naked, guiding my cock into
Irene’s willing cunt made me twitch in anticipation. Besides, I thought to myself, she was the
only one in the room that was overdressed for the occasion anyway!
“Michelle,” I said, turning
to her. “If you’re going to stay, you
need to be in the uniform of a female in my presence. Strip and kneel next to my cumwhore or it’s time for you to get out of here.”
Once again Michelle’s eyes
went wide, but after only a moment’s hesitation, her clothing came off and she
was kneeling next to Irene, approximating her positioning.
I was impressed. I really didn’t know all that much about the
girl other than that she and Irene had regularly messed around together and
that she seemed to get excited by seeing Irene act out my emailed
instructions. I was pleased that she
wasn’t too prudish to get naked for me and excited that she was willing to
kneel before me with her friend.
“Knees further apart. Stick your tits out girl! Are you not proud of them?” I asked, seeing
her do her best to comply with my instructions.
Michelle had a nice
body. In fact, hers was every bit as
succulent as Irene’s. As I’ve said, I
knew she’d messed around with Irene, but I wasn’t sure if she liked cock or
not. I hoped so, because she was
definitely going to be getting some from me in the not too distant future! Although her breasts were a different shape
to Irene’s, they were lovely too and at a guess, I’d say they would fit into
the same sized bra as her best friend’s.
Not that either of them were going to be wearing that sort of support
again this weekend. The only support the
four tits in front of me would be getting would come from hands or rope.
“My little cumwhore has been collared and is now mine,” I said to
Michelle. If you would like,” I said,
thinking off the top of my head, “I am willing to allow you an opportunity to
be her Mistress for the weekend. There
is a catch though. For you to be her
Mistress, you must first become slave to me, as I must ultimately be her
Master. Is this something you would
enjoy?”
Michelle was startled. She’d come here not knowing what to expect, but
I’m sure this was beyond her wildest imaginings. She’d probably never considered being
collared herself, even just for the weekend.
I watched her as she considered my offer. It was obvious she was considering it
seriously, not hastily. I could appreciate
that.
“May I ask a question before
I decide?”
“Yes,” I said.
“This is just for this
weekend, right? I mean I don’t know if
I’ll like it the way Ire… cumwhore does. But if I do like it, I don’t want to be left
out next time either, y’know?”
“Under the circumstances, I
will accept that provision. But if you
do decide to come back for more, the provision may not be offered next
time. It will depend on how this weekend
goes. Is that fair?”
“In that case, Ummm… Master, can I wear your
collar too?” Michelle asked me, remembering what I’d said to Irene earlier
about begging for the collar.
“You may wear my collar, but
in doing so, you have accepted that for this weekend, you are no longer the
Korean college student known as Michelle, but simply my property, owning
nothing, including your name. Everything
that was yours will be, for this weekend only, mine to do with as I wish.”
With that little speech out
of the way, I returned to my bag and pulled out the rope I’d bought. I took up a position in front of Michelle and
using a knife I keep with me whenever I travel, I
separated the last two feet from the rest, ensuring both of them saw how easily
the shiny, fourteen-inch blade did its job.
In less than a minute from the time Michelle asked to be collared, she
was wearing a very temporary, yet adequate rope collar that could not be
removed without a lot of effort.
“This
collar will have to suffice until I can procure a matching pair for you
tomorrow. I had planned on getting my
little cumwhore a better one tomorrow, but I cannot
tolerate mismatched toys, so I guess I’ll just have to buy each of you
one. As for your new name, slave,” I
said, looking at Michelle, who looked up at me innocently, “you are to be
called fuckpussy because your eyes remind me of a
kitten. They must not look into mine
unless I wish it,” I said firmly.
Michelle, now named pussy,
lowered her eyes immediately, instead focusing on my semi-erect cock, which
only made it swell a little more.
After a few seconds of
silence that was designed to make the new slaves less than comfortable kneeling
nude on my hotel room floor, I spoke to the pair together. I had already decided just how I wanted
Irene, but I now had a new task for her before I tied and gagged her.
“Cumwhore,
as you heard, even though you are my slave, you are subordinate to pussy. She will be your Mistress as much as she is
my slave. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,”
“Good. Introduce yourself to your Mistress and offer
her the service you were named after.”
After a short hesitation
while she formulated her question, my new slave spoke. “Ummm… Mistress
Michelle… this…” She was obviously about to say girl, then quickly corrected
herself. “cumwhore would
love the opportunity to show her Master what a good pussy licker she can
be. Would cumwhore
be allowed the privilege of sucking your pussy for her Master?”
Michelle couldn’t completely
suppress her giggle, but quickly got herself under control. With a voice of solemn authority ruined only
by the grin plastered across her face, she responded, “I’d like that cumwhore. Do me!”
With that, she threw herself backwards on the floor so Irene could get
between her parted legs.
“Hold on a
minute sluts, I’m not finished!” I said harshly enough to make it clear
I was to be listened to above all else.
“Cumwhore. You have my spendings
dripping out of your fuck tube. It’s
messing up the carpet. Straddle pussy so
she might clean you out while you suck on her.”
“Yes Master!” said Irene
enthusiastically before getting into position above Michelle. I had been interested to see Michelle’s
reaction to my instruction and was frankly a little surprised, although
pleased, that Michelle’s expression didn’t change to one of disgust, especially
when a watery drop of fluid hit her cheek as Irene positioned herself.
“Make her cum, or you’ll
disappoint me, cumwhore,” I warned.
I wanted to watch them eat
each other out, if for no other reason than to just be watching such hot
looking girls go at it with each other.
I did in fact watch them, refusing to touch the hardened pole now
jutting from my groin, until Irene had fulfilled her task of making Michelle
cum. She had quite noisily already cum
herself, but like a trooper, had hardly even slowed in the task she’d been
given. Michelle was not quiet when it
came to climaxing either, which only made it more of a challenge to keep my
hands off myself while I waited for the pair to recover.
While
they rested, with Irene’s pussy on Michelle’s chest and her head on Michelle’s
thigh, I picked up the camera and captured some lovely shots of them. Both Irene and Michelle’s faces were glossy
with the others’ cum, but I was more interested in capturing Irene in her full
post orgasmic glory. I did take one or
two of Michelle as well, but only because she just looked too incredibly
fucking hot to ignore. When I’d judged
them rested enough, I had them get back into position.
“You
did well sluts. But now I have a hard
cock again that is going to need to be satisfied. It’s also crusted with cumwhore’s
cunt juices. She was rather thoughtless,
not offering to clean me off after I fucked her before. Next time an oversight like that will be
punished.”
I
left out the part about not even having given her a chance to offer, but I
wanted her to understand that I could find fault with an exceptional
performance if I chose. Moving in front
of Michelle, I spoke to her.
“Fuckpussy, I know you like pussy. That was another reason for giving you that
name. But do you also like cock?”
“Oh, more!” Michelle gushed.
“More what?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I
like cock even better than pussy… Master,” Michelle added, realizing her error.
“Good,
you learn quickly. Suck the cunt scum
off my cock then. And
no hands!”
Michelle
leaned forward, took the knob of my cock in her mouth and began to swirl her
tongue around it. She quickly found
herself being face fucked and impaled to the point of gagging when I twisted my
fingers into her hair and took control of her movements. A couple of times her hands began to move
towards me as if to push me away from her, but that was
just a reflex that she managed to subdue.
She really had no idea if she could trust me controlling her as I was,
but maybe she figured that her friend was there too, in case something went
awry, so she just concentrated on providing the best service to my cock that
she could.
After
a couple of minutes, I pulled out of Michelle’s mouth and moved in front of
Irene.
“Cumwhore, look at my balls.
See how scummy you made them with your cunt cream?”
“Yes,
Master. This cumwhore
sees that and is very sorry.”
My
balls were in fact wet with Michelle’s saliva more than anything, where it had
run down my shaft while I’d fucked her mouth. I was fairly confident they must
have had some of the copious fluids of Irene on them, also, as she had been
profusely secreting while I’d been fucking her.
“Would
you like another chance to clean me up, cunt?” I asked her sharply.
Irene
blushed a little, but didn’t hesitate with her answer.
“Yes,
Master. This cumwhore
would love to bathe your sweet balls with her tongue.”
“Well
get to work then, slut.”
Irene
did as she’s been told, carefully bathing my ball sack, popping first one then
the other of my balls into her mouth to gently suck any fluids she could retrieve
before licking the whole hairy area with her tongue. When I had seen enough, I grabbed handfuls of
her hair and lifted her head so she could take my still-hard pole
into her mouth and finish what Michelle had started. A couple of minutes later, I was ready to
blow. She was an even better face fuck
than Michelle!
“Do
not swallow my load, cumwhore!” I said, just in time
through clenched teeth.
I
unloaded my cream into her willing mouth and she twirled her tongue around the
head of my cock in an effort to coax everything she could get from it. Once I pulled out, spent, she held her mouth
open so I could see my creamy deposit inside.
“Now
feed it to fuckpussy, like a good cumwhore,”
I said condescendingly.
Irene
turned to her friend and, as if they’d practiced the maneuver, traded my seed
from one mouth to the other, ending up in a passionate kiss that went on and
on. I watched for a while, entranced by
the breathtaking lesbian scene before me.
Eventually I tore my gaze away and returned to my bag for the supplies I
wanted to use next, but I left them kissing.
I guess I have a soft spot for seeing Irene kiss. Okay, maybe it’s just a weakness for seeing
two hot Korean sluts kissing so passionately, I don’t know. But whatever it was, my cock was already
stiffening again!
I
don’t know if I’ve mentioned it already, but I had this special suitcase with
me. Inside was nothing other than the
items I’d brought with me to use with or on Irene. I had a couple of whips among other
correctional devices, I had handcuffs and other restraints, as well, there were
a few items of sexy clothing, some fetish underwear I’d picked up and a bunch
of toys like a couple of dildos, a butt plug and a vibrator, for example. You know, the sort
of stuff that would embarrass an airport worker if they’d opened my baggage. I
put aside the package of fishnet stockings, because since there were two pair in the package, I thought my slaves would look
good in matching costumes later on when we went out. A visual of two sexy Asian sluts strutting
down the road in just heels, stockings and collars with leashes, jumped into my
head, making me smile.
I
got the collapsible spreader bar and ball gag out, picked up my rope and
returned to the girls who were still busily sucking face.
“Display
position!” I demanded.
Irene
immediately drew away from Michelle, who was a little slower to realize what
was going on, but both females were quickly in the desired position once more.
Since
I had no idea I’d be dealing with two slaves instead of one, my equipment was
limited, but I think I came to a fairly worthwhile compromise.
“Fuckpussy, as much as I’ll like to see you gagged and
spread, tonight cumwhore will be the only one with
that honor. Tomorrow while we’re out,
I’ll get some additional toys to use on you.
I am giving you a task though.
Once I’ve bound cumwhore to the bed, your job
is to make her cum as many times as you can.
Cumwhore, strip the covers off the bed then
get on it and lay on your back, on the right side. I sleep on the left.”
Irene
did as she was told. I told her to slide
down the mattress so her feet were at the edge, but not hanging over the end of
the bed. I then handcuffed her wrists and pulled them up over her head. Next I tied her ankles to the spreader bar,
tied one end of the rope to one ankle, then fed the rope under the bed and
pulled it up at headboard end to loop it around her handcuffs before feeding
the rope back under the bed and tying it off at her other ankle. There was about 6 feet of rope remaining, but
I would be using that soon. For now, I
lifted Irene’s head, told her to open her mouth, and then as soon as she’d
complied, I fitted her with the ball gag.
Irene was now bound and spread, her bald mound accessible to Michelle
and me without restriction for the first time in her young life.
After
telling Michelle to straddle Irene, I used the last portion of the rope left
over from tying Irene, to fashion a leash connecting Michelle’s collar to
Irene’s ankle with about five feet of give that would allow Michelle to move
around Irene’s naked body almost as much as she pleased.
“If
I awake during the night and I want to fuck her,” I said conversationally to
Michelle, “She’ll be ready for me. If
you’re awake too and trying to force her to cum again, just move to the side
and help me. Be prepared to be raped as
well though, because I’ll probably want a piece of your hot little pussy before
the night’s over as well.”
I
left them alone for a minute so I could make use of the bathroom. While I was in there, it occurred to me I’d
never checked on their needs in this regard.
Another thought occurred to me then, that I filed away for later use,
instantly dismissing my concern for my slaves’ possible toilet needs.
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