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Subject: {ASSM} The Dominated by GenericJoe (MMF MF oral voy BDSM Mdom Fdom)
Date: Tue,  6 Mar 2001 20:10:03 -0500
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The Dominated (MMF MF oral voy BDSM Mdom Fdom)
by GenericJoe <genericjoe@vnet.net>


He was a big, black man.  He was at least 6 foot 7, broad shouldered, and 
in shape.  He would have towered over me even if I hadn't been on my knees 
in front of him.  He wore leather pants that left his crotch exposed, and a 
leather vest that he didn't button either.  Everywhere, even on his face, 
he was covered with black hair speckled through with grey.  The effect made 
him look seasoned, not old, or even wise.  He had a power about him that 
was more than his largeness.  He knew he was and what he wanted.  

Which was why I'd walked up to him in the first place.

The woman next to him was a little taller than me, in the heels she was 
wearing.  She wore a short leather skirt, and a leather halter bra.  Coiled 
around her waist was whip.  Her skin was a healthy, but pale, white, her 
hair blonde, and cut at shoulder length.  She wasn't short, but next to 
him, she was dwarfed.  She had the same sense of power about her, but where 
from him it seemed centered and controlled, in her it seemed like bravado.  
Not that I was in a position to judge, as I was at his feet, naked, sucking 
his cock.  

Which was why I'd walked up to him in the first place.

I'd walked up to him, wanting to make an offer to play with him in one of 
the areas designated for that, when he'd caught me in his dark eyes.  He 
looked right into, and through mine.  He didn't smile, or frown, he just 
nodded to knowingly to himself.  His gaze flickered to a place on the floor 
before him, and I felt my knees go weak.  I found myself kneeling in front 
of him, not of my own accord, but because it was so obviously what he 
wanted.  His hand cupped his balls, and  he pulled them out from his body.  
I wrapped my mouth around his cock, and he began to harden inside my mouth.

I sighed around his cock as it hardened -- it is one of my favorite 
responses.  The only thing remotely comparable is when a woman's nipple 
hardens in my mouth.  It's the feel of your lover responding.  I felt my 
own cock responding to his.  This was definitely turning me on.

The blonde spoke then, "Knight, doesn't it bother you that it's a man 
sucking your cock? Wouldn't you prefer a woman?"

"Sara, don't you have a female slave?"

"Yes, but that's different, isn't it?"

"Why would it be so different?" he asked.  It was obviously a rhetorical 
question.  "Certainly he doesn't have a cunt for me to fuck, but he's got a 
mouth and an ass for me to use.  So he's got some equipment which is 
completely useless.  That doesn't make him less of servant."

"Still..." she said. "Why bother when there are women here who will do that 
for you."

"Don't you find that women are better at going down on you than men?"

"Yes."

"So why would it be any different here?"  I felt his body shift, ever so 
slightly, and I realized he was facing Sara.  "The Dominated," he 
said. "They are everywhere, just waiting to be used.  Even some of us who 
say we are dominants are really-- deep down inside -- waiting to be 
dominated. Some," I felt him pat my head with his hand, "know what they 
are, and accept their role. Others need to be shown the way."

"And which am I, do you think?"

Knight laughed, "That remains to be seen."

"I see," she said.

"But it's worth finding out.  I could never have a relationship with 
someone like this."  Again he touched my head, this time, wrapping his 
fingers through my hair, pulling my head down, deeper on his cock, three, 
four, five times.  I could feel my own cock pressing into my belly now, it 
was so hard.  "The only one I could care about, that I could love would be 
an equal.  A person I could respect.  Not some dominated pussy.   Someone 
with fire."

And I knew without a doubt in my mind that that's how he felt about me.  I 
was just someone to suck his cock, for this moment.  He'd keep me around if 
I was skilled, perhaps, but he didn't really care.  Any normal person would 
have walked away at that point.  Any normal person wouldn't have been there 
in the first place.

My attention was on that ebon cock, and the man himself, talking.  He might 
have been ignoring me, but I wasn't ignoring him.  I was listening to his 
words, his demeaning words, and I was sucking that cock of his.  And I 
could feel my own cock throbbing with excitement.  I could feel the jittery 
horniness building in my groin, I wanted to fuck and be fucked.  But I also 
wasn't going to move away from Knight's cock.

And his cock was gorgeous.  I could taste the precum as it oozed out of his 
slit, wet and salty.  Hungrily, I devoured his cock, running my mouth and 
tongue over it, sucking it in, feeling it stretch my lips wide, and press 
against the back of my mouth.  I couldn't have left if I had wanted to.  
But I didn't.  I was there to suck that cock. His cock.  Until he came, 
until he said otherwise. 

Sara leaned over and bit his nipple. He gasped and laughed. "Fire!" he 
said.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his hand push her leather 
bra up, and he held her breast in his large, black hands.  He squeezed 
them, and their lips met.  They kissed deeply as he squeezed her breast; 
she ran her nails up and down his back underneath his vest.

Excited by what was going on, I moved faster on his cock.  Knight thrust 
his hips at me, pushing his cock deeper into my throat.  Finally their kiss 
broke, and they stood, touching each other, gasping for breath.  "Was that 
fire enough for you?" she asked, laughter in her voice.

"I have scratches, I think," he said.

"Oh...I'm-"

"Don't be sorry.  Never be sorry," he said, sternly.

"Do you want to go upstairs? To the private rooms?"

"I think I might like that," he said.

"What about him?"  Sara asked.

"What about him?" he responded flippantly.  I didn't matter, of course.

"Well, I have an idea..." she said.

"Really? I'm interested..."

"Just wait," she said.  Her hand slid down to his crotch, right in front of 
my face, and she grasped his balls and squeezed them.  He groaned, and I 
felt precum squirt into my mouth.  Then she let go and walked away.

His scent was musky, and growing stronger.  I sucked and licked his cock, 
still moving my head up and down, only now my excitement was taking over.  
I moved faster, rocking my whole body back and forth in time to my head's 
movements.  I felt his hands on the back of my neck pulling me down 
further, pressing my head into his crotch.  His cock blocking my breathing 
for a few moments as it filled my mouth.

I went faster.

I could feel him begin to buck against me again, and I knew he was 
excited.  Then he took a deep breath, and grabbed fistfuls of my hair, and 
pulled me back, forcing me to arch my back.  "Not too fast, pussy," he 
said.  "I will come when I am ready. Not because you are over eager, 
understand?"

I nodded. It was the first thing he'd said to me.  Knight had me by the 
hair, my ankles were aching because of the position.  He turned his hips, 
hitting my face with his cock, and laughing.  "Such a fucking pussy.  You 
like this don't you? If I could see your cock, would it be hard, pressing 
against you? I bet you'd even like to come.  Well, pussy, that's not my 
problem."  Then, before I could tell him that he was right, that I was 
hard, and needed to come, he pulled my head to his crotch, pushing that 
black cock of his right down my throat. And I kept sucking him off.  But 
slower this time.

A few minutes later, Sara returned. Next to her, leashed and crawling on 
all fours was a dark-haired woman, naked save for her collar.  "This one is 
mine," she said.  "I thought she could provide you some entertainment, at 
least.  Her name is Beth."   She choked down on the chain which was 
attached to the collar, and pulled the brunette behind the black man.  

Beth's face was right across from mine, and she caught my eye.  She looked 
a little frightened, perhaps surprised.  I would have smiled reassuringly, 
but I was too absorbed with what I was doing.  

"Lick," came Sara's command, and Beth took the black man's balls in her 
mouth, and began licking and stroking them with her tongue.

I felt his torso turn again towards the blonde, and they were kissing 
again. His cock throbbed in my mouth, as I kept up my pace.  I felt a hand 
on my head -- Sara's, as it was smaller than the Knight's had been -- and 
it wrapped in my hair, and began moving me quickly up and down the Knight's 
shaft.

I could hear him moaning into her kiss, as she moved my head, and his hand 
went on top of hers. Together, they pushed my head down over his cock, 
again blocking my breath.  He growled, breaking their kiss, exclaiming,  
practically shouting.  I felt his come then,  splashing against the back of 
my mouth.   I swallowed it quickly, the salty taste thick in my mouth.  His 
cock began to soften, and he pulled away from me.

"Ready for upstairs?" Sara asked him.

"I am now," he said.  He turned away from me, and towards Sara.  She began 
walking away, pulling Beth in tow.  "Follow," he said to me.  "Crawl."

I could have gotten up and walked away then.  I didn't owe him anything, I 
didn't know his name, nor had he asked me mine.  There was nothing 
connecting us at all, except for his taste on my mouth.  And my need.  I 
needed to come, badly.  I was shaking from desire.  How he'd pulled that 
kind of need out of me, I didn't know.  

I could have gone away and masturbated, either alone, or to be watched.   
Another night I might have done it.  But tonight, I was in his thrall, 
wrapped in his energy.  And hadn't he told me to follow?  So I did.  I want 
to say that I thought about it at the time, but I didn't.  He commanded, 
and I did what he said.  Nothing more complicated than that.

I crawled behind them.  The blonde was in front, the black man beside her.  
Beth, on her short chain, crawled directly behind them.  I crawled behind 
her.  My face wasn't far from her, her musk was strong, she was aroused, I 
could tell.  Possibly as aroused as I was myself.

They led us to some stairs, which we then had to navigate, on hands and 
knees.  It wasn't easy, but I didn't really ponder it, either.  I just did 
it because it was expected.  Several times, as I climbed the stairs behind 
Beth, my face brushed against her ass, and she sighed, or moaned.  "Yes," I 
thought, "she is just as aroused as I am."

Then we were led into a bedroom, we stopped at the foot of the bed.  The 
blonde turned to the man, and ran her fingers through his curly mat of 
chest hair.  "Finally," Sara said.  "I get you here, in this room."

Hungrily, he pulled her to him, and they kissed, his hand sliding under her 
skirt, lifting it up, running his hands over her ass.  Her nails dragged 
over the skin of his back.  They moved closer, bodies intertwining.  

I glanced at Beth.  She stared intently at them, her expression 
unreadable.  Lust was there, and maybe jealousy, maybe it was just 
confusion.  I didn't know.   I turned my gaze back to the kissing couple.

Knight had pushed Sara's bra up over her breasts, and had clamped his mouth 
over her nipple, grinding with his teeth. His vest was dangling from one 
arm, the one wrapped around Sara, holding her up.  Sara's fingers were 
rigid against his back, digging in.  The other hand was wrapped around his 
balls.  She was whispering in his ear.

Sara must have said something about us, because he stopped and 
laughed.  "No, we can't ignore them," he said.  "Pussy," he said, focusing 
on me.  'My friend here is concerned that her pet is being ignored.  I'm 
not going to fuck some cunt, so you might as well do it."  He thought for a 
moment.  "Move back a bit."

I moved back a bit, and then he brought Beth over by her chain, and 
positioned her in front of me, kneeling.  He reached a hand down between 
us, and felt my hard cock, and laughed heartily to himself.  "Slide inside 
her."  I grabbed my cock, and rubbed it against Beth's wet lips.  She 
gasped, and shook her head.

Sara said.  "Beth.  You will do this."  Beth looked up at Sara and breathed 
deeply, and nodded once.  She adjusted, lowering her shoulders, and raising 
her ass up at me.  I slid inside her cunt easily then.  Knight stopped me 
before I was all the way in.

"That's good," he said.  Then came the chains.  Ankle and wrist cuffs for 
both of us, tied to chains on the wall.  Knight walked around us, his cock 
just out of reach, bobbing up and down as he worked.  Sara was standing 
next to the bed, her hand pushing her skirt up, rubbing her crotch as he 
worked.

Finally, he had us strapped in.  We could move maybe an inch or less 
apiece, enough to get a teasing amount of friction, but not enough to 
really fuck.  We were also forced to face the bed.

"Good," he said, looking us over.  "You can fuck your little pussy hearts 
out while we enjoy ourselves, and I'll be sure you won't run away."  He 
laughed then, because we wouldn't have gone anywhere anyway, and he knew it.

Then he turned to Sara, and pushed her down on the bed.  She fell with a 
surprised gasp, and he landed on her.  She bit his ear and he gasped, and 
she used his surprise to roll him over, and impale herself on his cock.  He 
reached up and began mauling and pinching her breasts as she rode him.

Beth began to rock her hips in time to my thrusts.  She was warm and silky 
inside, and my cock was aching for release.  I wanted to pound inside her, 
but I was held down by the restraints.

Meanwhile, Sara was shouting in orgasm as she rode the black man's cock.  I 
licked my lips, I could still taste his come in me.  As she orgasming, he 
rolled her over, and lifted her legs up and back, his cock never leaving 
her.  Then Knight started slamming into her.  Sara grabbed his beard with 
her hands, an pulled his face down to hers, and kissed him as hard as he 
pounded forcefully into her.

I kept sliding back and forth, trying to go faster and deeper, but being 
restrained by the chains.  Beth started moving in time with me.  I could 
hear her gasps and moans, and especially her whimpers as we were both 
denied orgasm by the bondage.  Meanwhile, Sara was riding a roller-coaster 
of orgasms as Knight continued to pound into her, and he showed no signs of 
stopping.

I watched as her legs ran up and down his back, pulling him in.  She was 
still wearing her heels, and she dug them into his skin as he rode her.  He 
moved with an ever increasing rhythm, urged on by her reaction, until he 
cried out again, coming inside her.  He kissed her deeply, and they 
murmured happily to each other.

Then he rose and walked over to us.  "Have you come yet?" he asked 
me.  "Has the cunt?"

I shook my head "No," and he smiled.

"Clean me off," he said, thrusting his pelvis at me.  I lowered my mouth 
again to his cock, tasting his come and Sara's juices all over it. As I 
worked, licking and cleaning him, Sara moved into a similar position in 
front of Beth.

Beth went down on her, and I could hear Sara's moans begin again.  Knight 
laughed, and began loosening the chains that bound me.  I kept my mouth on 
his cock, but began thrusting deeper into Beth, pushing her against Sara's 
mons.

I could feel my the base of my cock inside Beth's warm wetness, as I began 
ramming my cock inside her.  With each thrust, Sara's moans welled a little 
higher.  I could feel my own orgasm building, building, but something was 
holding it back.  I began moving faster.

Knight grabbed my head, and I stopped moving it.  My body, almost outside 
my own control, continued pistoning inside Beth.  Knight then began fucking 
my face with the same rhythm, jabbing his cock down my throat.  The 
sensation was too much for me, and I lost myself in it all.

The wetness around my cock, Sara and Beth's moans, the feel of a cock 
against the back of my throat.  Knight laughed, "Good, good, Pussy.  Yes, 
take my big black cock, you little white whore.  Yeah, take it. Take it."

I was lost in his voice.  "Yeah, oh oh, yeah," he said.  "Come for me, 
pussy, come for me as I shoot my jism down your throat."

I felt his come enter my throat, and the floodgates inside me opened, 
spewing my come inside of Beth.  The she began to shake herself, her cunt 
grasping tightly around my cock.

Knight pulled his cock out of my mouth and wiped it's limp form on my 
face.  He undid the chains, and Beth and I collapsed on the floor.   He 
held a hand out for Sara, and lifted her up.

The next morning, Beth and I were still there entwined together.

We never saw Knight or Sara again.
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This story (c) GenericJoe, 2001

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GenericJoe <genericjoe@vnet.net>




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