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Subject: {ASSM} First Story!  Afternoon Tea (M/f, Bond, Rom)
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Date: Mon,  9 Feb 2004 21:10:04 -0500
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I started writing these for my wife.  Pleases let me know what you think.
All the standard mumbo jumbo applies.

Daveprime@hotmail.com








Moira's Stories


Afternoon Tea

    Moira looked around her at her scrupulously clean house.  She smiled
with chagrin when she remembered how things were not so long ago.  It had
always been a struggle to keep up with their five children.  There was
always something going on.  The clutter seemed to build up on every flat
surface as though placed there from some other dimension.  She never seemed
to have enough time to clean everything.  That and the fact that she really
HATED to do housework!  It was like some endless sea of meaningless tasks
that one HAD to do.  As a consequence,  she had to admit she had done a half
assed job.

    Now things were different.  Six months ago, her husband had laid down an
ultimatum.  Moira had been treating Him and the children especially
spitefully, and He had stormed out of the house.  The next day, He had told
her to find somewhere for the children for the weekend and to wait for Him
naked and kneeling in the middle of the living room floor.  When He arrived,
He had delivered His ultimatum.  Moira would henceforth be His sex slave, or
He and the children would be gone.

    Having spent the previous evening looking over her behavior and not
liking what she had seen, she acquiesced,  Her new "Master" had put her
through some pretty strenuous paces that weekend.  By the end of those two
and a half days, there was no doubt in Moira's mind of her new position.  It
had taken a few days for the welts and soreness to disappear, but the mental
marks had remained.

    Following that weekend, there was a month of intensive training.  Moira
was taught positions, home tasks, and behavioral rules.  If she did well,
she was rewarded with heavy doses of tenderness and pleasure.  If she did
poorly, her ass was whipped and she was made to be, well, rather
uncomfortable.

     After that first month, Moira found she could easily keep up with the
household chores she was given by "Sir" as she liked to address her Master.
The month of training had produced another effect.  After the birth of their
daughter,(The other four were from her Master's previous marriage.)Moira had
put on about fifty pounds.  She had tried several different ways to lose
weight, but none had worked.  Now that her Master was controlling her diet
and exercise, however, Moira had lost 17 pounds.  Over the next three
months, she had lost all but eight of those "baby" pounds.

    Moira's hands ran down her sides and felt her firm belly through her
loosely wrapped sun dress.  It was flat and firm again.  She loved it.  Her
hands continued down to her slightly parted thighs.  They too were firm.
Where they used to rub together, they now whispered by each other and the
skin on them had grown silky smooth.  Moving the material of the dress
brought an unexpected jangle of extra pleasure.  Moira was accustomed to the
extra sensation her nipple rings brought her.  After all, her Master had
arranged for them to be pierced less than a week after her submission.  They
had finished healing some six weeks later.  Three weeks after that, Moira
was once again at the tattoo parlor per her Master's whim.  That time she
had one small silver ring placed through each outer lip and another small
ring with a hematite bead placed through her clit.  The rings in her lips
didn't really cause her any problem.  The clit ring was a different story.

    Moira had climbed on the piercer's table and placed her feet into a pair
of surgical stirrups.  The young man had then placed velcro straps around
her ankles and thighs.  Moira's Master stood by her side and pointed which
rings He wanted to get where.  Moira could still feel the whispered warmth
of her Master's voice as He held her hand talked her through the piercings
on her lips.  She gasped as each needle then ring was slid through her skin.
After being checked for signs of fainting, the piercer slid his rolling
stool back a bit and cleared his throat.

    "To get the clit ring right, we have to bring you to orgasm so that your
clit is as swollen as possible.  One orgasm is good, two is better.  We have
a chemical we can use to irritate the clit, making it swell, but the results
do seem to be so good." he had told Moira.


    "I'll take care of that." her Master had said quietly.
    "If you would leave us alone for a few minutes?"

    "Sure thing." the man had said.' Give a shout for Todd when you think
you're ready."

    Moira was sure her face must have been crimson with shame and
embarrassment.  She looked up at her Master's eyes and almost lost herself
in their steel blue depths.

    "Put you hands on your thighs keep looking at me." He commanded softly.
"And I forbid you to cum."

    Moira was trembling when she felt the fingertip of one of his hands
caress through the abused flesh of her pussy.  It traced its way past her
recently added jewelry and found its way to the tip of her already swollen
clit.  Once there it began to make slow circular strokes across the tip
sending little lightening bolts through her.

    Moira could feel her pussy getting wet and heavy.  The finger changed to
making little flicking motions starting below and lightly lifting then
dropping her love button.  Her hips began to squirm.

    "We can't have you moving now can we?" her Master said lightly.  With
that, he brought up another Velcro strap and attached it across His slave's
waist, pulling it tight the pressing down the end to secure it.

    "Now, back to business."

    Again Moira felt one of His hands began to tweak and stroke her clit.
This time, when her hips began bucking, the was barely a tremble through her
thighs and lower belly.

    "Much better." He said with a soft chuckle.  "Now the fun can really
begin."

    With that, the stroking began in earnest.  Fast, firm strokes bombarded
Moira's clit and drenched slit.  Her breath came in ragged gasps.  The skin
of her neck and breasts was flushed a deep red and she heard herself begin
to grunt lightly as she came close to the point of no return.  Just as she
reached the edge of a fiery orgasm, the motions stopped.  She saw one of her
Master's eyebrows raise slightly, but she knew better than to say anything
without being prompted.

    After a few moments, the motions began again.  This time, she was
already near the edge.  The stop just seemed, if anything, to have
intensified her passion.  She clenched her teeth together and hissed out her
breaths, all the while staring into those masculine eyes.  Once again as she
reached the edge and her pussy pushed out trying to grab the stroking hand,
the motions ceased.  Twice more, the strong hands brought her to the very
edges of orgasm, only to stop seconds before she went over the edge.  Her
Master knew her body and played it like a well tuned instrument, bringing
out the animal in his slave.

    "Todd," she heard her Master's voice say loudly," I think she's ready."

    A few moments later, Todd came through the curtain that shielded the
room with a grin on his face.  "Okay, lets see how things are."

    Moira closed her eyes in embarrassment as Todd looked at her fully
exposed pussy again until a light touch on her arm reminded her that she
hadn't been released from her Master's command to look at Him.

    "Looks good." Todd said matter-of-factly.

    Moira heard something metal being picked up off the tray near her thigh.

    "Now we numb clit with a small injection." Todd said.  A few seconds
later, Moira felt the needle slide into her clit and release a burning
liquid pain.  Moira was glad for the strip on her belly.  Without it, she
would have tried to crawl off the table.  After a few moments, the pain
subsided leaving a vague ache.

    "Are you sure you want to do this?  After this there is no turning
back." Todd asked.  A side movement of her Master's eyes signaled to Moira
to answer him.

    "Yes, I'm sure." she answered quietly, her eyes never leaving her
Master's.

    "Okay, here we go." Todd said with what Moira was sure was a grin.

    Once again she heard metal leaving the tray and a few seconds later
there was an odd tugging sensation from her pussy region.

    "You might feel a slight sting."

    A sharp pain ran up Moira's thighs and her hands lifted from the
perches.  A second later, it was gone.

    "There.  Let me seal the ring like so....You're done.  Rest here for a
few minutes, then you can dress and meet me out front."

    With that Todd left the room, first placing his equipment in a tray on
the counter.

    Moira looked up at her Master with tears in the corner of her eyes.  "I
love you." He said quietly.  She knew it was true as she looked into His
eyes.  "Let's get you off this thing."  With that He had released her bonds
and helped her to dress.  Her legs were a bit weak from the adrenaline rush
and He helped her to stand and walk.

    Todd had given her some aftercare instructions and sent her home with a
smile.  Just as she was ready to leave, her Master had given Todd a folded
fifty dollar bill and was handed an unlabeled video tape.  Moira's face had
blushed when she realized that her Master's stroking of her must have been
recorded!


    Moira's hands ran up her thighs as she parted her legs lightly.  One
hand stopped and felt the ring through the material of her dress.  Like
always, it sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.  It hadn't changed much
since about three weeks after she had put it in.  The slightest touch got
her immediate attention.  She loved the way it felt during sex now as well!
The ring kept her clit exposed so that he motion of her Master's cock
brought His slave to orgasm time and again with no other stimulation than
that of stroking in and out of her.  Not that He ever just did that.  Oh no.
He was always pushing her to greater and greater heights during sex play.
Just thinking about His ministrations mad her pussy weep in anticipation.
Moira could feel a small trail of wetness start down her thigh.  She wiped
it with her skirt and went to the kitchen.

    Her Master was due home around 11:30 for lunch.  It was close to 11 now,
and Moira wanted to have everything ready.  Her husband had almost never
came home to eat at lunch.  Now it was the rare day that He didn't.  Moira
turned on the radio in the kitchen to country music and went about preparing
two plates.  She made sandwiches with potato chips and placed them on the
table, covering them with plastic wrap to keep the bread moist.  Then she
returned to the kitchen and stared some tomato soup on the stove.  As it was
heating, Moira stepped out on the back porch and brought in the sun tea she
had started earlier that morning.  She sweetened it and poured it into two
glasses then set the glasses on the table.  She then poured the soup into
bowls and set them on the table.  When she was done, she washed out the pan
and put it away and set the tea in the refrigerator.  She looked at the
clock.  11:25.

    Moira walked quickly into the living room knelt a few feet back and to
the right of the door.  She arranged her skirt so it was neat and then
placed her hands on her thighs.  Her chin was level with the floor and she
locked her eyes on the bottom edge of the door.  Once she was done, she
realized she had forgotten to turn off the radio!  She knew better than to
break position once she had assumed it. For all she knew, her Master was
watching her right now through the glass of the door.  She had never had the
radio on when He had arrived, so she didn't know how He might react.

    If He didn't like it, she faced at the very least the loss of her lunch.
She had arranged for their 6 year old daughter to spend the day (and maybe
the night as well) with her grandmother.  The other kids were once again
spending the night at their various friends houses.  That meant the house
was empty. And would most likely remain that way until late the next day.
Today being Friday, she knew her husband would most likely take Saturday
off.  Moira began to sweat lightly.  The cold sheen caused her sun dress to
stick to her skin.  The music continued to play.

    Having worked herself almost into a frenzy, she heard her Master's keys
in the lock.  Moira arched her back slightly and tried to maintain a demure
attitude.  Her back was slightly arched, raising her breasts.  Her thighs
parted slightly more.  Her belly was sucked in just a hair.  She did
everything she could do to enhance her sex appeal without obviously moving.

    The door opened and she saw her Husband's patent leather shoes and the
bottom of His pants.  They took a step forward and turned slightly as He
shut the door behind Him and locked it.

    "What a pleasant sight." He said with a slight undertone of passion in
His voice.  "Where is Brianna?"

    "She is at her grandmother's, Sir."  Moira answered without raising her
eyes or moving a muscle.

    "I see.  And the Boys?"

    "Tommie and Bret are staying at Mark's this evening,  Bill is on a scout
camping trip, and Leanne is at  Tiffany's practicing for the cheerleading
squad."

    "Ah.  So we have the day to ourselves?"

    "Yes Sir."  Moira answered trying to keep the sudden trembling she felt
out of her voice.  It wasn't often that they could arrange to have all of
the children out of the house at the same time.  Moira usually spent such
"free time" in heavy bondage.  She had known this when she saw the weekend
shaping up the way it had, but couldn't think of any good reason to say no
to any of the kids.  (And she secretly didn't want to...)

    ""Outstanding!  Strip."

    Moira's hands leapt of her thighs and went to the hem of her dress.  She
drew it over her head moving only her hands and folded it neatly.  She
placed it on the floor exactly 8 inches in front of her.  "Sir" had taught
her this motion shortly after she had mastered the 'kneel', 'heel' and 'sit'
commands.  She had experienced some difficulty in measuring the space at
first, leading to many nights sleeping bound on the floor with a sore ass,
but now she was confident she had measured correctly.

    "Looks like more than eight inches slave.  Should I measure it?" Her
Master asked quietly.

    "If Sir wishes.."  Moira answered quietly, almost in a whisper.  Had she
made a mistake?  Perhaps the hem hung over the line!  Was the string hanging
out?  What if she...

    "Very well.  We'll measure it."  Kneeling in front of His slave, Master
took out his keys.  On the ring was a small tape measure.  He extended the
narrow tape and measured the distance between the skin of her knees and the
folded cloth.

    "Exactly eight inches.  Well done miss!"  Moira's heart beat went up.
For EVERY required task done well, she was rewarded.

    "Sit!"  Sir's voice cracked like a whip.

    Moira sat back on her haunches, spreading her legs as far as she
comfortably could in the same motion.  Her hands slid up her thighs and
grabbed the rings running through her pussy lips.  After pulling them out an
inch or so, her hands brought the rings firmly against the skin of her
thighs.  Her Master knelt on one knee directly in front of her, close enough
that the fabric of His suitcoat was an inch or so from her level chin.  His
left hand tilted her head up and brought her lips to meet His in a forceful
kiss.  At first, He took her lower lip between His teeth and gave her a
light nip, then He cemented His lips to hers and probed her molten mouth
with His tongue.

    His right hand stroked its way down her belly, across the bare skin of
her mound and plunged between her exposed folds.  Already wet, the spasm
that went through her pussy as His fingers stroked past her clit caused a
gush of warm slick fuck cream to run down her left thigh.  Her head began to
swim.  Moira felt a single finger trace its way around the opening to her
pussy and then rub about an inch inside.  Pulling out, it slide back up her
wet notch until it came to her clit ring.  Turning His hand over into a
cupping motion, her Master then began to lightly flick the ring.  Every time
it came back down, Moira could feel the little black bead bounce against the
swollen skin of her clit.  The world narrowed into a jumble of sensations as
Moira's hips begin to buck uncontrollably as if trying to jam her pussy down
on some imaginary cock.  Finally, the speed of the finger increased its
tempo, sending the trembling slave  over the edge into the throes of a
massive orgasm.

"I love you so much." Moira half thought as she began to spasm.

     The fingers kept up their rapid motions.  Moira's skin was covered in a
sheen of sweat and her hips were now bucking back and forth as she came time
and again.  Her cum was running down her thighs and forming a puddle on the
floor.  Finally done 'rewarding' His slave, 'Sir' slowed down His flicking
motions and eventually stopped.  Releasing her mouth, he watched His
beautiful wench draw several ragged breaths with her eyes closed. When her
eyes finally fluttered open, they were a deep emerald green.

"What's for lunch?"  her Master asked with a smile.

"A roast beef sandwich and chips with soup."  Moira said, leveling out her
chin unconsciously.

"Why would I want chips in my soup?" Her master asked in a puzzled voice.

"And a BOWL of soup." Moira said as she began to giggle.  The nervous
tension evaporated as she tried to hold the giggles in.

"I see." He said with a chuckle.

    'Sir" stood up, and snapping His fingers, said "Heel."  Moira's twitchy
legs launched themselves into the "kneel' position as her hands released the
rings and went to the floor.  Pushing up with her arms, Moira brought
herself to a squatting position.  Straightening her legs, Moira half stood,
bending over at the waist and placing her head a few inches from her
Master's right side.  "Come!" He said as He grasped her hair softly and led
her to the table.  Stopping just shy of running her head into the wood, He
released her and sat down.  Moira remained where she had been placed.

"Smells good.  You may sit down with me." He said in a conversational tone.

    As Moira sat down in the wooden chair, her ass cheeks slid a bit in her
own juices.  Placing her hands in her lap, she looked attentively at her
Master as He began to discuss His day.  Listening to Her husband discuss
work, Moira was slightly distracted by the music on the radio.  It was
playing softly in the background and Moira really liked the song that was
playing.  Her Master unwrapped His sandwich and took a bite.  This was
followed by a taste of His soup and a single chip.  He stopped talking and
sat still for a moment.  All pre-occupation with the song on the radio was
shattered.  Moira's eyes scanned her Master looking for any sign of His
displeasure.  Nodding His head, her Master  began to eat once again.  Now
there was no talking.  Moira could smell the beef and could almost taste the
creamy soup, but she knew better than to reach for anything without being
told.

    Her Master finished eating, leaving roughly half of His food and sat
back in His chair.  Moira scanned His face again as He sat there watching
her.

    "You really look good today." He said warmly.  Her heart melted.
Arching her back slightly, her still hard nipples came up about an inch.

    "You may eat." He said.  Moira's left hand came up as her Master sat
quietly watching her.  She unwrapped her plate and set the wrap on the
table.  Picking up a sandwich half, she brought it to her lips and took a
small bite.  Paying careful attention to keep her back straight, she set the
sandwich down and then began to chew, folding her hands back into her lap.
She no longer ate as she once did, shoving food into her mouth without
thought.  Now she savored every bite, knowing it may be her last bite of
real food for hours or possibly days.

    When first in training, she had been fed from a bowl in their bedroom
for almost a week.  Every morning, after sending the kids off to school, she
would crawl back into the bedroom and wait kneeling on the floor at the base
of the bed.  When her Master would come out of the bathroom after her
shower, she would suck His cock until a load of salty cum would wash down
her throat.  Then, snapping her collar on her, He would take her to use the
bathroom and then into the kitchen to prepare her food bowl.  Moira would
wait on the floor holding her pussy lips open.  Most mornings, her Master
had fed her a mix of milk and plain oatmeal.  He would take the bowl into
the bedroom and watch as she ate every bland mouthful, washing it down with
water from an adjacent bowl.

    For lunch, The routine would be repeated.  Once each day, while she sat
stroking her clit, He would feed her a multi-vitamin.  Then, after supper,
He would feed her once more.  After the fourth day, she had sighed at what
was in the bowl, and He had removed it and left it empty for the next two
feedings.  Moira had learned her lesson.  Only one other time had she shown
resistance to what or how little she had been served.  A bowl of tuna mixed
with salad dressing and lettuce had been put in her bowl.  She had turned
her face away from it.  She was whipped and the bowl was removed for two
days.  She was allowed as much water as she could drink, from the other bowl
of course, but nothing else.  At the end of the second day, the bowl was
removed from the fridge and placed in front of her.  She ate it, wilted
lettuce and all.  Licked it clean in fact.  She never complained again.

    When Moira finished half of her sandwich, she began on her soup.  Taking
a small spoonful, she placed it in her mouth and placed the spoon on her now
half empty plate.  Her Master excused Himself from the table for a moment
and left the room.  Moira was about half way done with her soup when He
returned.  She placed her spoon on her plate and folded her hands into her
lap.

    Walking around to stand behind her, her Master put her leather collar
around her throat and fastened it securely.  Moira could hear a small
'click' as He locked it shut with a small padlock.  She knew she wouldn't be
going out tonight.

    "Clear the table and join me in the living room." her Master said
quietly and then left the room.  Moira stood and did as she was told.  She
rinsed off the plates and bowls and stacked them in the dishwasher.  The
silverware was placed in the tray.  Looking at the radio, Moira decided to
leave it on.  Her training had instilled in her that she couldn't do
anything without permission while her collar was on.  Dropping to all fours,
Moira left the kitchen and crawled into the living room.

    "I want to be able to fuck you for a while, so why don't you suck me off
first." her Master told her as she crawled up between His legs.  Standing
up, her Master removed His shoes and clothing and sat back down on the sofa
in front of Moira.  "Oh!  Why don't you let the dog in before you start."
Moira crawled to the back door and let in the medium sized dog.  She then
began to return to the living room.  The dog, smelling the scent of sex on
her, followed closely behind her, sniffing her crotch.  Every time she
stopped for a moment to turn or change direction, his cold nose would bump
into her gooey snatch.  Finally she was once again on her hands and knees in
front of her Master.

"Now you may begin."

    Moira smiled as she looked up into her Master's eyes and took the tip of
His cock into her mouth.  Enclosing just the tip in her hot mouth, she began
to lick her tongue along the bottom of the head with short, light strokes.

"Sucking in a breath, Her Master commanded "Spread your legs, wench."

    Moira's knees slid another foot or so apart.  Seeing his opportunity,
the dog began to lick at the sopping gash in front of him with gusto.  He
was used to this game.  Sometimes, after using her to the point of
exhaustion, her Master would tie Moira spread-eagled on the floor and insert
a strongly vibrating egg into her cunt.  He would then bring the dog in and
watch as her cleaned ever drop of their mingled juices off her body.
Sometimes, her Master would drip beef juices onto her clit and let the dog
go to town trying to clean it off.  Eventually, her lust would overwhelm her
shame and Moira would orgasm from the rough hot tongue raking across her
clit and cunny.

    The dog's tongue began to work its magic on her once again as Moira slid
all the way down her Master's cock, embedding her face in the hair of His
crotch.  Then, after stroking His cock with her tongue, she would raise up
again only to jam the cock into her throat once again.  The dogs tongue
continued to lick at  her cunt.  The new juices began running down her slit
and drip off her clit ring.  The dog followed this trail and his tongue
began to concentrate on the shiny metal circlet running through her tender
flesh.  His tongue raked across it again,and again, and again.  Relentless,
Moira's thighs began to shake under its work.

    The cock in her mouth finally started to lurch just as her pussy began
to clamp down and shudder in ecstasy.  The hot liquid of her Master's seed
shot into her mouth as Moira went over the edge of her own climax.  Almost
out of control, she jammed the spurting cock deep into her throat.  Trapped
there, it shot its seed directly into her belly.  Unable to breathe, Moira
surrender to the raging orgasm that was coursing through her body.  Finally,
coming up for air, she wrapped her lips tightly around the skin of her
Master's shaft and milked the last drops of cum from it.  Reaching the point
where her mouth was once again just wrapped around the tip of His cock, she
looked up into her Master's face.  He opened His eyes and smiled.

    "I see you enjoyed yourself as well." He said, looking down on her and
her tormentor.  The dog, sensing an ebbing of juices, had begun to bump his
snout against her clit and cunny lips.  Each time, he would be rewarded with
a fresh taste of girl cream.  After watching the sexy scene in front of Him,
her Master said, "You may pull off now."  Licking the bottom of her Master's
meat one last time, Moira pulled slowly off the half-flaccid member.

"Dagger! Come!"  Her Master's voice called out.  Moira, used to the command
tone of His voice didn't flinch.  The dog, stopped what he was doing and
came to stand in front of the sofa beside Moira.  "Both of you, sit!"  Moira
sat up on her haunches, her hands once again reaching for her rings.  The
dog sat obediently waiting for the next command, the crimson tip of his
penis jutting out about an inch from its sheath.  Moira was ready for what
might be coming.  On occasion, her Master had used her to satisfy the dog's
lust through either a blow job, or by letting it fuck her tight ass.

"I see you left the radio on..." Her Master began.  Moira began to sweat
again.  This time, not from excitement.
"Let's start doing that from now on.  Country, oldies, and soft rock are
acceptable.  Understand?"  Moira nodded in relief as she filed away the new
instruction.

"Now then, I have to return to work.  Call your mother and see if she will
take Bri for the night while I get dressed."

    Moira crawled to the phone stand and, kneeling properly, placed the
call.  After making small talk for a few minutes, she got the answer her
Master wanted and hung up the phone.  She held position waiting for her next
instruction.

"Kennel, dog."  Her Master said as he opened the door to the medium sized
kennel in the corner of the living room.  The dog obediently went in and
laid down.

"What did she say?" he said as He finished closing the dog's cage door.

"She said she would love to.  Bri was excited too.  Mother said she would
bring her home when we called."

"Sounds good." He answered with a wicked undertone.

"Now what shall we do you with, little one?" He asked her conversationally.

    Moira knew He had already thought of something.  She answered," Whatever
you wish sir."

"Very well. Heel."

    Moira once again rose to the position and found herself being led down
the hall to the couple's bedroom.  In the past few months, her Husband had
called in some contractors to make some minor changes to the room.  Their
walk-in closet now had an elevated, portioned off space.  Into the space,
her Master had placed a large animal kennel.  He had spent the afternoon
playing with it, and then it had been ready for her.  It was to this cage
she was led.  Before He put her in, He turned her around and placed her
across their elevated water bed.  Standing behind her, He took out His cock.
After stroking it a few times, it came back to life.  Tapping her on the
inside of her legs to indicate He wanted them spread, He moved into position
and placed the tip of His cock against her hungry little passage.  Pushing
slowly, He savored the feeling of the hot little box that was engulfing His
cock.  When the tip bumped against her cervix, He flexed His hips a little
and felt it slide past the cervix into the small bit of space behind.  He
LOVED the feeling of being embedded completely in His wife's cunt!  Then He
began the ride.

    Moira felt the cock began its long, deep strokes.  The position he had
her in caused her clit ring to bang against the bed frame every He pushed in
our pulled out.  It wasn't long before she began to mewl in her pleasure.
The strokes increased their tempo.  Time and again, even through her first
orgasm, the cock rammed itself into the deepest parts of her.  She lost the
ability to think and became a mindless, animated fuck toy useable for her
Master's pleasure.  Finally, in the dim recesses of thought, Moira felt the
cock sink all the way inside her for a moment and stop.  Just as its
contractions started, the cock wrenched itself free from her sodden depths
and slid up between the fold of her ass, stopping as the tip just cleared
her cheeks.  In position, the meaty hose began to spit out its hot sticky
fluid over her exposed back, shoulders and ass.  After ten or so good
pulses, the cock was dragged back down and pressed against her puckered
anus.

    Grabber her thighs under her hands, her Master pulled her back, causing
the skin of her asshole to slowly give way before its intruder.
Occasionally, the cock would pulse again, adding lubricant to ease its
passage.  After a few seconds, it slipped past the ring of her nether chute
and slid up to the balls in her ass.  Moira knew what her Master was up to.
He had explained that since her asshole was so tight, it acted like a cock
ring and kept His dick hard.  The pain from its entry growing to a dull
ache, Moira found herself groaning, waiting for what was to come next.

    Reaching around His sweaty plaything, her Master sought out and found
her clit.  After tugging lightly on the ring for a few moments, it began the
flicking motion she so loved.  It was only seconds before another orgasm
rippled through Moira's body.  If anything, the ring around the base of her
Master's cock grew tighter.  It was then that he began to move.  Slowly, he
began to pull out, only to have His bedmate slam back into Him.  Over and
over again Moira found herself jamming her Master's cock into her own ass.
She couldn't help it.  Finally, after feeling the cock inside grow harder
and then begin to spurt its cream deep within her once again, did the
flicking slow and then stop.  Pulling out His cock with a 'pop', her Master
instructed her to lay still.  She didn't have much choice.  She felt like a
limp bundle of rags.  Half-drowsing, she heard her Master preparing the
kennel.  A short while later, she felt something cool and slick spread into
and around both of her holes.

    Her hands were bound in front of her and she was led to the bathroom to
relieve herself and then back to the kennel.

    Inside, she could see that her extra large water bottle had been
refilled.  It was the type with a metal tube and a ball bearing.  To get
water, she would have to push in or lick at the ball.  The food bowl was
empty.  She climbed in face first and her Master secured a chain at the far
end to her collar.  Taking a pair wooden dowels, He inserted them through
the mesh of the cage and under her breasts and hips.  Pulling her breasts
over the top of the front dowel, He attached a small bungi cord to each
nipple ring with a tiny hook.  These would serve to place slight, but
constant pressure on her nipples and to keep them stretched out fully.
Then, making sure she was secure, He placed a third dowel over her backside.
This had the effect of hunching her hips down.

    Finally, he attached a self-elevating post below her gaping pussy.  To
this, he snapped a three inch wide and nine inch long phallus.  Guiding it
carefully, he ran it until it was embedded four or so inches in her pussy.
Next, he raised a small metal bar from the shaft and snapped it to her clit
ring.  He shut the kennel door and padlocked it.  Next He attached another
ratcheting rod to the door of the kennel and attached a two inch wide and
eight inch long butt plug.  This He guided three inches into her ass.
Finally he stood up.

    Moira had been in the kennel before, but never quite like this.  She
knew of her Master's penchant for designing unique ways to torture her body.
Once again her mouth grew dry and her body broke out into a sweat.  What new
deviltry had He designed now?  She was to find out soon.

    "The two rods are self-extending.  When you press on them, a spring
compresses and they expand a little bit.  You'll hear a soft click.  The
stop in another six or so inches each."  Moira was just comprehending what
that meant when He went on....

"I've hooked up a video feed to my laptop so I can keep an eye on you in
case you get into too much trouble.  I can be home in five minutes. Now to
let the fun begin!"

    With that, He flicked a small switch at the base of each rod.  The butt
plug and vibrator came to life.  Each made slow. humming revolutions inside
their respective holes.  That she thought she could stand.  Then the
devilish feature of this new trap set in.  The small metal bar attached to
her clit began to pulse and hum in alternating rhythms!  The sheer intensity
of it caused her to hunch her hips.  The vibrator moved slightly deeper into
her stretched vagina with a light click.  Moira knew she could take both
objects, but she also knew it would be a VERY tight fit.  She tried to lift
away from the sensations rippling through her clit which only caused her to
press back against the plug wedged in her ass.  Again she her a soft click.

    She heard the front door close and latch.  She could faintly hear the
radio spouting out its music in the kitchen.  Shuddering again, accompanied
by two small clicks, Moira knew she was in for a long afternoon.


End Chapter one...

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