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Old Dogs DO Learn New Tricks.


	by Spiller

	Twenty-two years of marriage do take their toll, you know. On one hand 
people grow together; intimacy and familiarity bring you closer, and mutual 
care and love bring a certain warm stability to your relationship. On the 
other hand it also brings you a certain degree of boredom. As if you have 
experienced it all in years past.

	Mind you, Eric Bowles certainly loved his wife, Annika, and he had every 
reason to do so. At 42 she was a stunning woman. Beautiful, clever, an 
accomplished and successful industrial designer, and a warm and caring 
mother and wife. Not that the 'mothering' was much in demand these days, as 
their only child had left for Copenhagen in September, to study for a degree 
in chemical engineering.

	Eric himself was not faring that bad either. His small business as an 
interior architect was highly in demand, because of his good tastes and 
vivid imagination, and these days he did a lot of work for theatres all over 
Europe, creating stage sets and costumes. In the 'looks department' he was 
not half bad either. Tall, in a slim, sinewy way, his head covered in blonde 
curls.

	So, these were their surroundings: Very wealthy, a beautiful home, and a 
marriage running like a well oiled machine, based on 22 years of equality, 
mutual respect, and love. And with sexual boredom lurking in the corners.

	Annika was never the experimenting type, not to mention the kinky. She 
loved sex the way she thought it should be: With love and emotion. Over the 
years Eric had seen his proposals of experimenting turned down - mind you, 
always in a kind and smiling way - but turned down anyway. And he had 
learned to be content with what he had. And then the invitation arrived in a 
heavy, cream coloured, embossed envelope. 'Mr. and Mrs. Bowles', 
'Stockholm', 'costume ball', 'theme: 2000 miles and 2000 years away', 'New 
Years eve.'

	"Oh, my God," Annika exclaimed. "Those Swedish Opera balls are really 
something. Do you think we can go?"

	"Of course we can go. I'd love to go there with you. Actually I'm working 
at home all the way through to mid January. I'm preparing the set for Aida 
to the Madrid opera, and I have tons of material for costumes out of old 
Egypt. I think we could create some exciting costumes."

	"Oh, that would be lovely. I could have my hair straightened and cut short 
like those sensuous old Egyptian hairdos, you know, hanging straight down 
and cut like a helmet."

	"Ah, with your beautiful black hair you wouldn't even need a wig. I'd have 
to wear one, or I might dye my hair black. Let's go out into my workshop 
right away. I'll show you what a lot of possibilities we've got."

	The big room was cluttered with dozens of boxes, some of them opened, 
revealing all kinds of exotic material. Brightly coloured silks, shiny 
'gold' spandex, chains and all. "Look, I can turn you into anything you 
want, all the way from a high princess to an exotic slave girl, and I could 
go as your incestuous brother or your owner. These eloxated aluminium chains 
are meant for the choir of slaves. They are very light weight and look like 
gold, even at a short distance."

	"Wow, these things look beautiful. If I was to go as a slave, would you 
chain me with these?"

	"Sure, I'd chain you with them, and partly dress you in them."

	"That sounds exciting. I think I'd decide for the slave costume, but you 
can do some sketches first, and then we'll decide, can't you?"

	"Of course, dear. I can have something ready for us to evaluate in about a 
week."

	The thought of taking his beautiful Annika along as a slave stirred some 
deep emotions in Eric. What he didn't know was, that they stirred something 
in Annika, which she had never recognised before.

	Over the next few days he worked diligently on her costume. His research 
for Aida had been done a few months earlier, and he had lots of old Egyptian 
pictures of slave girls to inspire him. Like he had planned for the opera he 
worked out from the original, and then created the costume to emphasize the 
emotions he wanted to excite in the audience, and also in the actors wearing 
it. Thus he came out with sketches of a highly erotic costume, put together 
from 'gold' chains, manacles, see through silk and heavy make up. When he 
imagined Annika in the costume he had designed, he felt his cock grow with 
entirely new desires, and he had a hard time not to reveal it to her, but he 
wanted to present it on a day when she was in a fine and loving mood.

	"Oh, my God, Eric. This looks VERY revealing."  He had brought her to the 
workshop after dinner on Friday. They had shared a bottle of wine with the 
dinner, and Annika was in a lovely, mellow mood. And still she was a little 
bit shocked when she looked at the big sketches. He had to admit, that they 
were very revealing, although all important parts were covered.

	"You know, those slave girls were dressed a lot more revealing."  He showed 
her some of the old pictures he had used for inspiration. Some of the women 
were dressed in nothing but a broad belt around the waist, leaving 
everything open to the viewer.  "I have made them a little more decent by 
covering you up in see through silk. But even if you went naked under the 
costume, you would certainly not be the only one to show a bit of skin at 
that opera ball, you know that. Haven't you seen pictures from last year's 
ball? Quite a few bare tits, if I may say so."

	"Yeah, I saw them. Pretty exotic, some of them."

	"You would be one of the decent ones in this costume, though I have to 
admit I designed it to emphasize your beautiful body. Look at this one." He 
pulled out a sketch, showing a naked woman dressed only in the chains. 
Annika gasped.

	"THAT is naughty, Eric."

	"Not as naughty as it looks. She IS dressed under the chains. I'd take some 
thin underwear, like panties and a thin bra, and dye them to match exactly 
the colour of your body make-up. If you trim or shave your pussy so your 
black curls do not shine through, you'd look stunning and draw a lot of 
attention, without being vulgar or too inviting."

	"Oh, I see. That would be very exciting to wear. Let's make a deal: If 
you'll dye your hair black instead of wearing a wig, I'll wear this costume. 
We could be a nice couple to look at, couldn't we, dear?"

	"At least I know you'd be exciting to look at. I'm afraid I'll have to wear 
one of those penis shields to hide my erection, when I see my beautiful wife 
dressed like this."

	"What a nice compliment, love. Maybe I should dress up right now, or do you 
think you could produce one without? For mutual benefit, I mean?"  She 
leaned in and kissed him lovingly, and that night they only made it into the 
house after they had fucked fiercely on the workbench, the sofa and on the 
floor of the workshop.

CHAPTER TWO

	Come mid December Eric had finished her costume. "I'll have to do a few 
final touches, though. I'll have to match the colour of the panties with a 
body make- up, and maybe a few of the chains need adjustment. Can we meet in 
the workshop when you get home from work?"

	"Sure, I can hardly wait. If you'll take us out to a late dinner, we can do 
the testing in the afternoon, not having to cook dinner."

	"Consider it a promise."

	It was only four o'clock when they met in the workshop. Eric had raised the 
temperature to a comfortable 24 degrees, to make Annika feel comfortable, 
even if she would have to stay naked or half naked for quite a long time, 
and he was positively surprised, when he noticed that she must have paid a 
visit to her hairdresser's on her way home. She had done exactly what she 
had proposed earlier: Her curls (artificial as it was) had been 
straightened, and her hair was cut short in a typical old Egyptian style. 
Very becoming to her narrow beautiful face and her tall neck. She must have 
put some kind of a conditioner into her hair, because it was a lot shinier 
than normally, almost as if she had oil or whatever in it.

	"That is a VERY exciting hairdo, you've made. You look absolutely stunning 
with it. Your colleagues saw it?"

	"No, I had it done on the way home. I wonder what they are going to say on 
Monday."

	"If you get any negative comments, you can be sure they come out of envy, 
love. You look very exotic and erotic, and it emphasizes your pretty face."

	"Well, thank you, mr. slave-owner. Shall we get on with it?"

	"Sure. First you'll have to undress, and then I'll propose that you trim 
your pussy, so the hairs are very short."

	"Too late, dear. I shaved it this morning, when you'd said you wanted to 
test the costume. I wanted to be ready for this. But if you like it better 
when it is trimmed, there will be plenty of time for some hair to grow 
before new years eve."

	"Certainly not, dear. I look forward to see you shaved."

	With a mocking smile Annika started to undress. She was certainly not 
performing a strip tease, it seemed as if she wanted to get out of her 
clothes as fast as possible.

	"Well, Sir, your model is ready."

	"God, she's beautiful," Eric thought. You should never guess that her pert, 
small breasts had once been full of milk. No drooping there. And her shaved 
pussy erotically enhanced her girlish, slim figure. "I really love your 
shaved pussy," he said. "I shall have to take advantage of it later."

	"Be my guest, Master," she said with a smile. "Let's see what you've got 
for me."

	"OK. First I'll fit this broad belt around your waist." He showed her a 
wide strip of black leather with more than a dozen rings clamped to it. 
"Some of the chains will go through these rings, and the two on your hips is 
for fastening your wrists, so you can't move your arms very much. That is 
for show, of course. I'll free them when you have to hold drinks or snacks 
or whatever."

	A shiver ran through her body while he fastened the belt, and her nipples 
betrayed her. Eric made no comment on this, but it didn't escape him, and 
added fuel to the slight excitement he felt. Maybe 'something' new might 
come out of this charade?

	"Now I'm going to fixate your wrists, so I'm sure you remain in the same 
position while I adjust the chains." He fetched two bracelets, made of 
polished steel, which looked quite like silver. They locked around her 
wrists, and with small, self-locking hooks, like the ones used on sailboats, 
he fastened the bracelets to the rings on her hips. "Try them. See if you 
can move." And Annika made a few pulls which only served to show, that it 
was impossible."

	"I hope this is not too uncomfortable, as long as you don't try to get 
free."

	"No, it's all right. Actually it's a position where I often hold my arms. 
But it is a bit disconcerting not to be able to move them."

	"Mmmm. You do look vulnerable this way. You couldn't prevent this, could 
you?"  Eric stepped up close and pinched both her nipples lightly. Once 
again a shiver ran through her, and her nipples stayed hard after the pinch. 
Hitherto unknown feelings were cursing through her, and she found that she 
actually liked to feel so vulnerable.

	"Now for your necklace. I made one out of steel, like your bracelets, but 
when I tried it on, I could see it would be uncomfortable in the long run. 
So I made this one out of soft leather, having the same function, but a lot 
more comfortable. Though I have to admit, that the steel ring would give you 
a stronger feeling of being a slave."

	"If I'm going to be a slave, I think we should try to do it all the way. 
Let me try the steel ring. Maybe I can wear it."

	"My God, he's right," Annika thought. "It's very erotic to feel it against 
my skin, knowing why it's there."

	"If this wasn't a costume for the opera-ball you'd wear nothing else, you 
know. I'll hook up a leash to your necklace, like I'm doing now, so I could 
drag you anywhere I want. And take advantage of your naked body any time I'd 
want."  He made a short, soft pull on the leash, just to emphasize his 
words.

	"Wow, this is exciting, Eric. I really couldn't do anything, could I?"

	"Not a thing, dear." He ran his hand down her flat belly, enjoying 
immensely the feel of her shaved mons, and then he slipped a finger between 
her slick pussy lips. She was wet already, and for a few seconds he rubbed 
her clit, spreading her juice. "I could get to like this very much," he 
groaned.

	"So could I, I think." Her cheeks were red, and her nipples really showed, 
that she meant it.

	"Well, as much as I'd love to take you to the ball, dressed like this, for 
everybody to see, I've better get you dressed, haven't I?"

	"I even believe you would, you naughty man. But yes, you've better get me 
covered up a little."

	Eric dragged her across the room to his working-table, where he had laid 
out a number of 'gold' chains, cut to different lengths. The first was a 
long one, which he ran through the front ring in her necklace, down through 
the front ring of her belt, to hang as a double chain between her tits, down 
to her mid thighs. Through the other rings in her belt he started to arrange 
chains hanging in bows, the top one leaving part of her belly free, hanging 
down to about an inch above her mons, the others hanging lower and lower, 
until her pussy was covered, and the last chain was hanging about two inches 
below her pussy. He stepped back and looked at her.

	"Now, this looks exactly as I had planned. Very becoming."  He grabbed 
Annika's shoulders and turned her towards the large mirror on the wall. 
"What do you think?"

	"Wow, that's very pretty. It covers, what should be covered, but actually 
it draws your attention almost as much as if it had been naked, I think."

	"Yes it does. And as long as you stick to small and slow movements you are 
not going to display anything. I find it exciting to know, that you are 
naked underneath, love, and I can always put my hand through the 'curtain', 
as long as your arms are locked where they are."

	"MMmmm, that's exciting too, Master," she mocked him. "And I have to admit 
that all that metal on my skin tingles in ways I hadn't thought of."

	"That's great. Now, you can stay there, looking at your lovely self, while 
I arrange the chains to conceal your pretty bum in the same way."

	The end result was a 'garment' leaving her hips naked all the way up to her 
waist, in a style like tanga panties would do, while the chains covered all 
right, what had to be covered, but even the slightest movement would make 
the chains swing and move, attracting all attention to her lower regions.

	"Wow, you certainly look delicious, love. If you were to learn, like a good 
slave would, to move carefully, I'm sure you wouldn't even need anything 
under the chains. I'd love that, really."

	"You are naughty, Eric. Of course you'd have to dress me up now and then so 
I could do some training, but I can't promise you that I'd dare do it to the 
ball. Depends."

	"Of course I'll dress you up. But now, let's get started on your torso. 
Much as I like to look at those wonderful tits, we've better cover them up a 
bit."

	For her top he had designed kind of a camisole, with the chains going up 
and down between her necklace, and a chain running all the way round her 
ribcage, a few inches below her tits. Her back was left naked, making it 
obvious that she didn't need the support of a bra.

	"Aaaww, this design is for home-use only, I think. Look, I hadn't counted 
on your breasts jutting out that strong. They'll peek through the chains all 
the time. I guess that for the costume I'll have to tie a few of the chains 
together to conceal your nipples, and only leave the sides free for a peek 
to the swell of them. For now I won't tie them, though. You look a lot too 
exciting to cover up yet."

	"Have you designed anything for yourself?"

	"Oh, yes. I already made my costume. Would you like to see it?"

	"No, I'd like you to model it. I'm half naked, and I think you ought to be 
something similar."

	Eric grabbed the long chain, which was fastened to her collar. "I think 
I've better tie up my slave while I'm busy with something else." He dragged 
her to a pillar in the middle of the room and tied her chain round it. He 
then proceeded to dress up in a pair of trousers of typical Arabic design, 
made of very thin, white cotton. For his torso he had designed a vest, which 
would never cover up his chest. A pair of red, pointed shoes and a 
multicoloured bandana round his head finished off his costume. For a prop he 
had fabricated a whip with a short handle and 7 thongs of the softest, 
thinnest leather he could find. This whip was hanging from a small hook in 
his vest.

	"Yummy, Eric. You know I could never resist your lovely, smooth chest. You 
look fabulous. Just like a real slave-owner." A light chill ran through her 
body as she said it. Slave-owner. Her being the slave.

	Eric untied the chain from the pillar and with a slight pull he brought 
Annika to the table where he had placed the other sketches for her costume 
and some of the originals. "Are there any of the others that my slave would 
like to try?"

	"Of course I'd like to try one or two, but I think I have decided for this 
one, at least for the opera ball."

	Eric showed her one of the originals, where the slave was dressed only in 
the wide belt and a necklace. "This one is historically more correct, and 
for private use I think it's very exciting."

	"Oh, now you have dirty thoughts, I think. But then, I might have a few, 
too. I'd love to try it."

	"Then, off this one goes. I have the other one over here." He quickly 
undressed lovely Annika, and a few minutes later she truly looked like one 
of the ancient wall paintings: The wide belt emphasising her slim waist and 
curved hips, and the necklace with its silken rope clearly defining her 
status as a slave. While he fastened the belt Eric slipped two thin silk 
ropes through it, so by now they were hanging down from the front of the 
belt, actually tickling her shaved pussy as she moved.

	"I do not see those ticklers in the original picture, Eric."

	"No. They are of my own invention. I hoped you'd get into this 
slave-outfit, and maybe even live up to it a little, so I wanted something 
to tie your hands on."

	Annika blushed. She did not answer directly, but slowly she raised both 
hands to bring them level with the two small ropes. That answer was even 
more erotic than anything she could have said, and while his blood rushed 
down to his cock, Eric tied her wrists to the belt. When she was tied up 
securely, he let his hands roam her slender body. One hand played with her 
pert breasts, and the other started exploring her naked pussy, to find her 
absolutely deliciously wet.

	"What a lovely slave pussy. Not much you can do to prevent me from using 
it, is there, slave!"

	"No," Annika said in a low voice.

	"I think I have better prevent you from running away. Come with me." Eric 
took hold of the rope from her necklace and pulled her over to the pillar 
again. Quickly he tied the rope to the pillar, and the rest of the rope he 
threaded through the back of the belt, and then tied it round the pillar, 
too. He was very surprised to hear Annika's breathing become faster and 
heavier. He went up close to her, and while he pushed his hand up between 
her slender thighs he unfastened the whip with the other hand.

	"My slave is lovely wet," he groaned, "but I think a little whipping will 
show her what her true position is. Won't it, slave?"

	"I think it will, master."

	Eric stepped back from her, and for the next ten minutes he whipped her. 
Not all the time, and not at all too hard or hurting. Two or three lashes to 
her thighs. Then a little break. Then three lashes to her wonderful breasts. 
And then her flat belly under the wide belt. God in Heaven, how he loved it, 
and it excited him no end, as Annika's hard breathing changed to little 
groans, little moans of pain followed by a deep sigh. His cock was so hard 
it almost hurt.

	"My slave will listen carefully now. I shall go behind the pillar and slide 
the ropes a little down, so my slave can spread her legs and stand with her 
cunt open and available to her owner."

	Annika's face was all rosy and distorted with lust, and as soon as she felt 
the ropes being pushed down the pillar, she willingly spread her feet as far 
apart as they would still support her. The horniest and most perverted 
fantasy-pictures flashed on the inside of her eyelids, and she was 
devastated, that all these perversions appealed to her because it was Eric 
who decided what would be done, and she could do nothing to prevent it. When 
Eric took up position in front of her and reached out to pinch her pretty, 
little nipples, rushes of lust cursed through her. This time he pinched very 
hard, and the trail of pain ran directly to her swollen cunt and added to 
the fire. Suddenly she became aware of his cock, sticking out of the Arabian 
trousers, and poking into her belly. She felt a terrible urge to grab his 
cock, but her arms were secured in the belt, and she could not reach it, 
even when she tried hard.

	Without warning Eric bent his knees, brought the tip of his cock to her 
dripping wet cunt, and suddenly she felt him push deep into her abdomen, 
while he once again pinched her nipples really hard. God, this was horribly 
exciting. Annika saw red and yellow dots dancing on her closed eyelids, and 
suddenly a burning, churning orgasm started in her head and rushed down to 
her cunt and her belly. With a little scream she started a shivering and 
trembling orgasm, clutching her wet cunt round Eric's hard cock. When Eric 
felt the first contractions he pulled out fast and stepped back to watch 
Annika in her throes.

	"Oh, nooooooo, put it in again!"

	Eric didn't say a word, and a terrible hunger for something to clutch her 
spasming cunt around consumed her. She could think of nothing else. 
Something in her cunt. The emptiness was devastating, and made her orgasm 
last a lot longer than usual. For over a minute it cursed through her and 
made her open cunt gasp for something to fill it.

	When her contractions finally became more spaced out Eric did said 
something. "What a lovely sight to see my slave like this." He reached out 
and cupped her shaved cunt with his right hand. "Did my slave really want my 
cock in her dripping cunt? Well, she can feel safe, she'll get plenty of 
cock tonight. Her owner is far from finished with her."

	Annika just nodded and groaned. A little later she whispered: "It was a 
cruel thing to pull out of me. Wonderfully cruel. I have never come for such 
a long time."

	Eric stepped up to her and kissed her lips, while he reached round her to 
untie the ropes, the one in her collar and the one in her belt. While Annika 
was still dizzy, and her knees still trembling, he dragged her across the 
room to the big working table, bent down and picked her up in his arms and 
laid her down on her back. He quickly untied her hands from the belt and 
rolled her over to lie backside up, and with swift movements he secured her 
wrists and legs spread widely, as the ropes were tied down to the legs of 
the table. From the sofa he fetched a soft pillow and put it under her head, 
to make her a little more comfortable. Without any forewarning he grabbed 
the whip and slapped her ass and the backsides of her thighs 8 or 9 times. 
Annika whimpered a little from the first 3 lashes, but from then on it was 
evident, that she actually lifted her ass from the table, as if she wanted 
to make it more available.

	Eric grabbed his cell phone and went over where Annika could see him. "I'm 
afraid I shall have to call and cancel our dinner reservation. I am far from 
finished with my slave, and I hope she will be more interested in satisfying 
her Master than in a dinner."

	Annika sighed. "If you are not finished with your slave, she will prefer 
you  to call the restaurant and cancel the reservation. Your slave wants her 
new owner to be very satisfied with his slave."

	While Eric called to cancel the reservation, Annika contemplated her new 
position. She was never a woman of many erotic fantasies, and being a slave 
had never been one of them. She felt like she had been dragged into deep 
water, when Eric dressed her up in the first slave costume, and totally 
unknown feelings had run through her body and her mind. She did not yet 
understand the paradox: Being enslaved had given her a kind of freedom. The 
whip and the ropes allowed her to enjoy fantasies and actions, which she 
would never, ever before have thought possible. She gave up trying to 
understand it, and when she heard Eric finish his conversation with the 
restaurant, she had closed her eyes and prepared herself for whatever might 
come. The burning skin on her ass reminded her, and she gave in to the jolts 
of lust running through all her nerves.

	When Eric once again began whipping her ass, it was almost the fulfilment 
of her desire. When he pushed his left hand under her belly and began 
rubbing her dripping cunt with one finger, she lifted her ass to give him 
more room, and when two of his fingers were pushed hard up her cunt, while 
the whip still landed small stinging blows to her back, her thighs and her 
ass, she exploded with a sobbing yelp. Eric let go of the whip, and while 
his two fingers were still in her cunt, he pushed his right index finger up 
into her ass. Annika got so horny, that her orgasm picked up new momentum. 
She screamed and pulled her ropes, and the feeling of being impaled on his 
fingers, and feeling them move between her cunt and her ass, was divine. She 
did not even give it a thought, that up till now she had adamantly refused 
any kind of anal sex.

	Eric went up to the end of the table, and changed the ropes from one wrist 
to the other, to enable him to turn her over on her back.

	"If I loosen the ropes on her ankles, can my slave keep her legs open when 
I turn her over?"

	"Yes, Master. As open as you want them."

	"Very good, then." He untied the leg-ropes and grabbed her ankles, pulled 
on them to turn her over, and willingly Annika helped. Her mons and her 
thighs were all shiny with the amount of juice, which had seeped out of her 
while she was lying there, upside down. Now they looked absolutely 
deliciously gleaming, and he leaned over to place his mouth on her cunt. The 
taste was strong and very erotic, and the smells were pungent and fresh at 
the same time. A wonderful mix. When his tongue met her clit Annika jolted, 
but kept her thighs down; when he pushed his index finger up her cunt and 
his middle finger up her ass, she could not remain still. She humped her 
naked cunt up to meet his mouth, and she pulled her ropes, because she 
wanted to use her hands to push his mouth and his head all the way up her 
cunt.

	Suddenly he stopped sucking her. She opened her eyes and saw that he was 
undressing rapidly. When she saw his hard cock standing up straight along 
his belly, she became aware of the burning hunger for it in her cunt. Out of 
old habit she bent her knees and let her legs fall apart, even before he had 
climbed the table. Eric quickly grabbed the whip and dealt her a couple of 
really smarting lashes on her thighs.

	"Get your legs down, slave. I don't need them raised now. I'm going to fuck 
your cunt. Later, when I'll fuck your ass, you'll be ordered to raise them. 
Understand?"

	"Yes, Master," she sighed, while she stretched out her spread legs again.

	Eric climbed the table, and suddenly she felt his cock stabbing against her 
mons, trying to find her cunt. She didn't dare raise her legs again, but 
much to her pleasure she felt his hand reach between them and guide his cock 
to the right place, and she let out a loud gasp of pleasure as he pushed it 
to the bottom of her cunt in one long push. Red spots were dancing in front 
of her eyes because he fucked her so deliberately slow - long, forceful jabs 
into her abdomen. When he rested his torso on his elbows, and  pinched her 
nipples really hard, it was just too much for her. Faster than ever she was 
thrown into a violent, noisy, nerve-racking orgasm which seemed to go on 
forever, because he just kept fucking her as if nothing was happening 
underneath him. Finally the orgasm died out. She opened her eyes and looked 
up into his eyes.

	"Wait, Eric, just stop a minute, please."

	"Yes. What do you want?"

	"I just have to tell you something. Right now. And if you go on fucking me 
I'll get so horny I can't say it."

	"Ok, I listen."

	"This is the best, ever, Eric. I don't know where it comes from. I 
certainly never had fantasies in this direction. But I'll just tell you, 
that from now on you can do whatever you like to this slave, and I'll do to 
you whatever you want, as long as you don't hurt me seriously. Will you 
please call me Yasmin, whenever it is your slave you want? Because Yasmin 
will never say no, like Annika might, and Yasmin will forever be willing to 
serve you in any way you want. That's what I wanted to say. And now, please 
fuck me again, wherever you want to fuck me. Should I raise my legs, 
Master?"

	"Yasmin. I want you to raise your knees all the way to your chest, and then 
I want you to use a finger or two to lubricate your ass with your own juice. 
Do you understand my wish, Yasmin?" He reached up and untied the ropes round 
her wrists.

	"Yes, Master. You want me to prepare my ass. I shall do so."

	Heaven, what a sight! For years he should have paid through his bleeding 
nose to see Annika do this. And now this new woman, Yasmin, did it 
willingly, and judging by her moans she even enjoyed it. When she slipped 
two fingers up her ass with seemingly no trouble, he knew she was ready and 
he moved in. "Take my cock in your hand and guide it to the right place, 
Yasmin!"

	He really had to control himself. The feeling of her soft hands guiding his 
cock to her ass was incredible, and it was even better when he felt her 
sphincter give in to the pressure, opening up to let his cockhead in. She 
mumbled a few "Ouch" and "Ooohh" as he stabbed his cock into her, centimetre 
by centimetre. When the first 5 centimetres were inside, she moved her hand 
back to his cock. With deft fingers she fished out juice from her cunt and 
smeared it round his cock where it was disappearing into her, thus making 
his entrance easier for both of them.

	Finally he was all the way in. God, he should have to rest a little, or he 
would spurt in a few seconds. The feeling was so incredibly tight and hot, 
like nothing he had experienced before, and when he looked down her lovely 
body, her naked and empty cunt looked so vulgar with his cock disappearing 
into her ass.

	"Is Master enjoying Yasmin?"

	"Yasmin's ass feels very good round Master's cock. Very tight and hot."

	"Does Master want Yasmin to massage his cock with her ass?"

	"What a good idea, Yasmin."

	She closed her eyes, and an expression of hard concentration covered her 
face, as she started a series of contractions down there. It almost felt as 
if her ass milked his cock and at the same time tried to push it out. He 
soon found that his greatest pleasure came, if he pushed inwards at the same 
time as her squeezes tried to push him out. God, it was divine, and very 
soon he had reached the point of no return.

	"My slave's ass gives me the greatest pleasure," he groaned. "And I'm going 
to come very soon."

	"Ooooo, yes, Master. Fuck me a few seconds now, and your slave will come 
too."

	And he really fucked her! With no consideration to pain or pleasure for 
her, he slammed his cock into her fast and furiously, for only 30 seconds, 
but what seconds!  With a loud wail he spurted into her, and when she felt 
this, she opened her eyes again and looked at him in wonder, as her own 
orgasm took momentum. She grabbed her legs behind the knees, because that 
was the only way she could maintain her position, as the violent spasms 
cursed through her body. When Erik stopped spurting he felt in wonder, how 
her ass milked him dry with the last contractions of her orgasm.

	Erik almost collapsed on top of her. For a while he rested his head on her 
chest and enjoyed the tiny jolts of lust still going through him. When 
Annika felt his cock dwindle in her ass, she maintained her awkward position 
while she made small contractions to push it out. When it left her, she let 
go of the grip she had behind her knees, and lowered her legs to the table, 
sliding the insides of her thighs along his slender body. With one arm she 
cradled his head and with the other she held his shoulders. Her love for her 
husband rose to the heights of their youth, and then beyond. She whispered 
it first: "I love you." Then she said it in a low, deep voice: "I love you." 
And then like a small song: "I love you." With almost a tune to it: "I love 
you, I love you, I love you."

	"And I love you, my wonderful woman. My Annika, my Yasmin."

	"Can I keep this costume on when we go into the house? I want to whip up 
something for us to eat. I'm terribly hungry now."

	In their classy living room with the expensive furniture and decorations, 
she looked almost alien in her slave-costume. But she moved around in the 
most natural way as if she did not care that she was naked. When they 
finally sat down at the small table in their kitchen, to eat what they had 
made up for a supper, Annika raised her wine glass to her lips and said: 
"Sk�l, my lovely owner."

	A little later, when the worst hunger had been satisfied, she looked at 
Erik and said: "I know, Erik, that for many years I've been THE analysing 
bitch. I know that everything we did, or everything you proposed, had to be 
analysed and evaluated, put into perspective of my political values and the 
equality of the sexes, and whatever I could use to analyse. Please make me a 
serious promise: What we have found tonight we'll leave as it is. I shall 
never try to understand or explain, just enjoy. I do not want to be Yasmin 
all the time, but if ever you hear me try to explain Yasmin, will you please 
stop me?"

	"Wow. That was some speach. Yes, my love, you have my word on that.

	"Does Master wish for Yasmin to take him to the bathroom and prepare him 
for a good night's sleep?"

	"What a nice idea, Yasmin. I'd certainly like that."

	"I do not have all the proper oils and perfumes, but I shall find some of 
mine, which will do for tonight. Tomorrow I shall go shopping, and Master 
can bring home a massage-couch to place in our bathroom. For tonight we can 
use our bed."

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