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Part 1 - Chapter One 
Darlene
A Slut is Born 


Darlene waited with Dwayne, waving to the rest of GWU's latest
graduating class as they left the grounds of the old school
complex.  

"So what's your plan for our weekend with no kids?" Darlene asked
her husband.

"We're in the cottage right behind the school.  I picked it so we
can walk to the dining room.  You don't want to cook, do you?"

"You just want to ogle the naked babes," Darlene accused.

"Oh, the eye candy will be nice, but I'm pooped.  At least this
is," he told her, lifting his spent prick.

"Not for long, I hope?  I'm horny."

"Then you better find someone else.  It's not my fault.  You're
the one who wanted me to take on the single kids."

"And you enjoyed every second."

"Yeah, I did," he agreed.

"Let's get some supper," Darlene grinned.  Still nude except for
wedge sandals, she led her equally nude husband to the dining
room, giving her bottom some extra wiggles for his benefit. 
Dwayne dawdled behind her just to enjoy the view.

'This is so much better than arguing all the time,' Darlene
thought.  Before GWU, she would have been pissed off that he
wasn't walking at her side.  Now she knew that he was enjoying
her backside and was pleased that he still wanted to look.  She
was even more pleased with the weight she had lost.  She planned
to lose a few more pounds.  Now that she was hooked on daily
exercise, it was going to be easy.

Darlene chose a seat with some of the staff members and asked,
"Are there enough boy toys this weekend?"

"Just," Lucy replied.  "Some will have to share."

"Could Dwayne help?"

"An offer I won't refuse.  Are you up to it?" Lucy asked.

"What's going on?" Dwayne asked, tearing his eyes away from the
many exposed nipples, bushes, and tushes.

"Remember me talking about boy toys?  Guys for the single girls
to practice with?  Or on?  Wouldn't you like to get sucked by
another virgin?"

"I already did that.  Besides, I'd rather watch you get sucked by
lots of people."

"Or fucked," Darlene laughed.

"And," Dwayne grinned, emphasizing, "Sucked _AND_ fucked."

"You really do like watching, don't you?"

"Yes," he replied, becoming more serious.  "But it's more than
that.  I was glad when you told me about your, ah, problem, you
know, the high hormone levels and stuff.  I...I have to confess,
hon'.  I was ashamed that I couldn't satisfy you, that I wasn't
man enough for you.  I want you to be happy and satisfied and
fulfilled, the whole bit.  Just once, I'd like to see you get
fucked until you're so sore you don't even want to think about
sex for a week."

"Well, you're enough for me," she grinned, leaning over to give
him a peck.

"Liar," he accused, adding, "I do get turned on by watching.  I
want to be last, the one who gives you that final orgasm, the one
that poops you out.  I'm serious."

"I'm getting horny just thinking about it, the possibilities,"
Darlene admitted.

Lucy broke in to recommend, "Just line up the girls, and go for
it."

"Oh, geez.  Shit!"  Darlene let out a frustrated sigh.  "I just
finished an orgy and it's still not enough.  I always want more."

"So go for it," Dwayne told her.

"I won't cheat on you," she told Dwayne.

"It's not cheating if I tell you to do it, is it?  It didn't feel
like cheating when you told me to screw around with your single
classmates."

"That's it!" Darlene yelled, startling her husband and drawing
the attention of the other diners.  "Tell me.  Tell me to do
whatever you want.  Make me do it and I'll do it."

"What you want me to tell you to do is to do what you want to do
anyway, right?"

"Huh?"

"Can an uninvolved observer try to clarify?" Lucy asked.  Before
either of them had a chance to answer, she continued, "Dwayne,
you like to watch your wife do sexy things like screw around with
other people, right?"

"Yeah."

"And Darlene, you're highly sexed and always horny.  I bet you
fantasize screwing everything that moves, don't you?"  Her blush
was the only answer necessary.  "You're actually proud to be
married to a woman who's so desirable and sexy and highly sexed,
aren't you?" Lucy asked Dwayne.

"Yes," he smiled, leering at his wife, scanning from her pretty
face down to her erect nipples, to her nearly flat belly, to her
fur-covered muff, her muscular thighs, and then back up.

"You two are a perfect match," Lucy told them.  "Darlene's a
natural slut who wants to fuck everything in sight and you're a
lecherous voyeur who'd love to watch her do it.  So tell her to
do it.  Make her do it.  The only reason she doesn't is because
she's afraid you'll hate her."

"You'll do anything I want?" Dwayne asked his wife.

"I won't rape or murder little kids, but within reason..."  She
let the thought hang in midair.

"Suck my cock," he told her.  "Just your mouth.  Play with your
pussy while you do it."

"Here?"  She had done as much already but not in front of the
newest students at GWU, never in...  It was so... so perfectly
nasty.  Darlene tingled with arousal, a special excitement that
she felt only when she was forced to perform before an audience. 
She knelt before her husband and obeyed his command.

"She is a natural," Peggy laughed.  "The perfect slut wife."

"Want some advice?" Gwen asked Dwayne.

"Sure."

"Just order her around.  Tell her to do the nastiest things you
can think of as long as they're OK for you.  Agree on a safe word
just like you would in a B and D scene so she can opt out if it's
too much.  Then talk about every scene later to see if she liked
it or not and if she'd like to do it again.  And tell her
honestly if you liked her doing it, OK?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Tell me what you've observed about your wife," Lucy said.

"Well, she sucks cock good."

"And?"

"Well, she's... She really likes sex."  None of the staff
prompted him but their gazes told him they wanted to hear more. 
"I don't know what you're getting at."

"She's a slut."

"She gets off on you making her show off."

"And doing what you want."

"Especially if it's nasty."

"Naughty and dirty."

"She gets hot when she's spanked, too."

"And when she wears practically nothing in public.  She tried to
act embarrassed when we made her strip.  She was embarrassed but
she got turned on, too."

The women around the table were shooting observations and
suggestions at him so fast that he barely had time to absorb
them.  Under the table, every suggestion was like an extra stroke
over Darlene's over-stimulated clitoris.  Her fingers had brought
her right to the edge of a shattering orgasm when her hands were
kicked away.

"He said to play with yourself, not to come," Lucy snapped.

"I think she ought to wait until everybody in the dining room has
come before she gets to, don't you?" Gwen asked.

"She ought to have to beg for the privilege of making us come."

"With a butt plug up her ass."

"No.  A tail."

Darlene was whining around Dwayne's cock, crazy with lust.  Her
eyes met his.  He smiled down at her.  "Lick your teachers'
pussies," he told her.  "Put your right finger in your butt so
you won't be tempted to come, but keep playing with your pussy
with your left hand."

'No!' Darlene's mind cried.  She was right handed.  She had tried
to diddle herself to orgasm with her left hand.  It never worked.
She lost coordination in her left hand when she got close.  She
knew that she was going to be one frustrated... slut.  The idea
alone was enough to get her close and keep her there as she
crawled from one woman to another, licking until her jaw ached as
the women on the staff kicked her around under the table.

"Do you want to come, slut?" Dwayne's voice asked.

"Oh, yes!" Darlene cried out as she lifted her face from Lucy's
crotch.

"But none of these women has come," he told her.  "And neither
have I.  Do you think you deserve to come?"

"Please," she begged.

"Stand up.  Go to the middle of the room and tell everybody that
you're a slut.  My slut.  Then you can make yourself come."

"Yes, sir."  She felt a flush of embarrassment as she got up. 
Everyone was looking at her.  Another flush of...embarrassment
but it excited her.  Turned her on.  So turned..."I'm a slut. 
I'm Dwayne's slut and I...Oh, I'm go...going... to..."

"Don't stop!" Dwayne yelled at her.  "Keep stroking.  Do it hard.
I want to see you come and come."

"Oh, no!" she cried out, barely able to stand after her last
explosion.  Her legs wobbled as she rubbed harder and faster,
closing her eyes and..."Oh!  I'm...almost...Ah!"

--==*==--

"That wasn't too much, was it?" Dwayne asked when they made it
back to the cottage.

"Thank you," Darlene panted.  "It was wonderful."

"You're in big trouble now.  You know that, don't you?"

"How?"

"I may decide to pimp you out," he told her.  "Imagine standing
on a street corner dressed like a whore, the whore you are,
begging guys to pay you twenty bucks for a blow job."

"No!"

"Play with yourself," he ordered.  "Maybe I'll make you get a job
at a topless joint, no, one of those 'live nude girls' places
that has no class at all."

"Oh, shit," she groaned.

"You won't even be allowed to wear clothes between dances.  It'll
be an advertisement for lap dances."

"Oh, no.  Damn.  Yes!  No.  Please?"

"You're not even going to be allowed to have that fluff covering
your pussy," he sneered.  "You'll have to get a wax job once a
week, at least."

"Oh!  Oooh... I'm..."

"Don't!  You weren't given permission to cum yet."

"Please?"

"Finger fuck yourself," he snickered.  "Don't touch your clitty
button until I say you can.  When you bring me lunch every day,
you'll have to strip naked in the grease pit.  I'm going to
invite all the guys in there to watch while you suck my cock."

"Pleeease..."

Dwayne had never seen a hand move quite as quickly as his wife's
was at that moment.  "I might even make you suck their cocks.  A
quarter for a blow job.  Then you'll be a real two-bit whore."

"Oh, gawd!"

"And starting when the kids go back to school, you're going to do
all the housework naked," he told her.  "Or worse.  You'd look
good in chains.  And a collar.  Maybe with a plug up your butt."

"Please, Dwayne!  I need to cum."  She was sobbing in
frustration, right on the edge.

"Would my slut like for me to lick her clitty button?"

"Yes!"

"Or fuck her in the ass?"

"Yes!"

"Or spank her ass for being such a nasty fuckin' slut?"

"Anything!"

"Show me the dungeon again," he grinned.

"NO!  Oh, please."

"Now," he told her.  His tone was soft but firm.  "Put on your
highest heels and lead me to the dungeon."

"I'm going to go crazy."

"I like you crazy."

"You're a cruel master," she pouted.

Once they were in the basement, Dwayne secured his wife in the
sex swing.  Then he got comfortable on a padded stool between her
thighs.  He managed to keep her weeping and frustrated for over
an hour before she finally cried out, "Red!"

"Red?  As in safe word?" Dwayne asked.

"Yes," his wife panted.  "I'm sorry.  I, well, I'm getting numb. 
It's not fun any more.  Do something else besides just licking me
and backing off."

"Like what?  Smacking your butt with a paddle?"

"Oh, no!  Please!  I've got to come!"

"I want to try out some of these things," he told her, going to
the wall where the whips, crops, floggers, and paddles were
displayed.  He was testing her.  Did she want to stop the game
or did she just want him to stop licking her clit?

"Please, Dwayne.  Oh, you're so cruel.  I need to cum!"

"When I'm ready."  He hoisted her ankles until her legs pointed
straight up and her bottom was exposed, and swung the leather
slapper paddle at a cheek.

"Ow!  That hurt.  Oh, please."

She didn't safe word.  Now he knew that she didn't really want
him to stop.  But what now?  He warmed her bottom good, smacking
her so hard that his own bottom winced each time the paddle
landed with a loud report.  Still no safe word.  Ah, a big butt
plug and K-Y.  And still no safe word, just more begging.  And a
pussy massage brought out bucking and whining and begging but no
safe word.  A big dildo in her cunt elicited pants of "yes, yes,
yes" but no safe word.  When he was almost pooped himself, he
removed the butt plug and buggered her until he blasted a load of
come up her butt while she continued panting, "Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Oh.  Oh, yes..."

Dwayne needed a few moments to recover from his orgasm, so he
ordered Darlene, "Fuck yourself," as he unfastened the Velcro
strap around her right wrist.  She immediately started pumping
the big dildo in and out of her dripping cunt, groaning and
thrashing in the nylon harness that held her off the floor.

"Can I please cum now?" she screamed.

"Wait," he ordered.

"Oh, no!  Please!  I'm begging.  Please, lover?  Oh..."

Sweat was dripping from her butt cheeks and ears.  Tears rolled
down her face from the corners of her tightly closed eyelids. 
Semen oozed from her recently fucked asshole.  

"You are such a slut," Dwayne laughed.  "You may come when I tell
you.  Cum when I get to zero.  Ten."

"Please.  Please.  Don't make me wait!"

"Nine."  It was fun making her wait, especially now that she was
twisting, her legs fighting the nylon webbing, her tits jiggling
deliciously.

"Please!"

"What will you do for me if I let you cum?"

"Anything.  Everything."

"Eight.  Seven.  Siiiix.  So you'll give me rim jobs?  Lick my
asshole?"

"Oh, yes."

"In front of a crowd?"

"Anything," she sobbed.  "Please let me cum."

"Five if you suck on a dog's dick."

"Yes!"

"Four if you'll fuck a horse."

"Oh, please."

"Will you do it?"

"Yes, damn it.  Anything!  Just let me cum."

"Then get ready, slut.  Because it's three...two...one...cum!"

Darlene instantly bucked up, driving her pussy onto the down-
thrusting dildo.  She closed her legs as best she could and madly
strummed over her clit, screaming so loud that Dwayne was afraid
the whole school was going to burst in to see what was the
matter.

"Thank you, thank you, oh thank you, lover," she was sobbing. 
"That was wild.  Fantastic.  The best ever."

Dwayne sat back down on the stool to watch his wife and lover. 
He would never have dreamed that she would describe being spanked
and ass fucked before having to masturbate to orgasm as 'the best
ever'.  But he couldn't remember her ever looking more excited. 
And she had never looked quite so satisfied as she panted, a
smile on her face.  The best part was that he was hard again,
hard as a rock, aching for another bout.

"You did well for being such a horny slut," he told her.  "If you
want to come again, beat my meat.  You can come as many times as
you want to until I shoot all over your slut face."

"Oh, thank you," she laughed.  "Can I sit on the Sybian while I
beat you off?"

"Wherever you want."

"Undo me?"

"Sure."  He ripped the Velcro loose from around her ankles and
left wrist.  "So that was fun?"

"I hope you liked it, too," she bashfully told him.

"As soon as I cream all over your face.  What's a Sybian?"

"An orgasm machine.  Over there.  I'll show you.  See?  It has a
dildo that twists and vibrates like crazy.  It can get almost any
woman off in no time."

"And this controls it?" he asked, examining the control box
attached to the half barrel shaped machine with the dildo
sticking out the top.

"Yes."

"Your nipples are hard."

"I was just thinking about nipple clamps.  My pups are aching for
some attention."

"I heard about some that keep getting tighter and tighter."

"Japanese clovers," Darlene gasped.  "They're wicked and they
hurt like crazy."

"Show me," Dwayne ordered.  "We'll put them on and you can take
them off after I've hosed your face."

"No!  Please, lover.  Those hurt like crazy."

Not 'red' but 'no', Dwayne smiled.  "Yes," he told her.

"Oh, my gosh!  Oh, please!"  She begged as she got the levered
clamps and showed him how every movement made them tighten.  He
made her put them on her own nipples.  Darlene cried real tears
as she slid a condom onto the orgasm machine's rubber shaft and
mounted it with a gasp of pleasure.  She frantically stroked her
husband's cock, trying to make him come quickly but hoping he
wouldn't.

He didn't.  Dwayne had ejaculated more times that day then in any
other day of his life.  It was going to take a while and he
planned to enjoy every minute of it.  He did his best to keep
Darlene in a constant state of orgasm, distracting her from the
pain in her nipples and the means of escaping the pain.  She
writhed and bounced through each orgasm, the wicked clamps
putting more and more pressure on her already sensitive nipples.

An hour later, he carried his unconscious wife back to the
cottage after her last orgasm.  She was on the edge when he
blasted her face with semen and she exploded when he removed the
clamps and twisted her nipples.  She passed out.

--==*==--

After graduation day and her first evening as Dwayne's slut,
Darlene needed a rest.  So did Dwayne.  But they talked.  A lot. 

"You really liked it?" Dwayne asked when he saw that Darlene was
waking up.

"Yes."  She was ashamed of liking the scene so much.

"As a regular diet or just once in a while?"

"That depends on what you mean," she answered bashfully.  "I
couldn't take scenes like that all the time, but the things
you said excited me."

"Which ones?"

"All of them!"

"Give me one example," he told her, adding, "What you'd like to
do next that excites you."

"You won't get mad?" Darlene asked, still not feeling secure in
her new role, afraid that Dwayne was going to blow up in a
jealous rage or that he was going to end up hating her.

"I promise."  His smile did more to alleviate her fears than his
words.

"OK," she sighed.  "Being forced to strip in someplace public
where I could get caught.  Someplace like the grease pit where
somebody might see me, especially if I was shaved down there.  I
know you said wax but that'd hurt too much and spoil...  Well,
it...  Shaving, that I...  Geez, either way it would be wild,
whether I had to shave myself or bare my pussy for somebody else
to do it."

"How about if I invite the whole crew into the pit with me?"

"You wouldn't!"

"Would that turn you on?"

"Like crazy but what would the guys think?"

"That you're a slut, which you are," he smiled.  "Now let's talk
limits.  What's too much?"

"Anything that might hurt the kids.  Actually, anything that
might hurt anybody, including me.  Pain's OK, but not injury. 
Nothing with vomit or shit except, well...  OK, no vomit but a
little stink around a butt hole is OK once in a while."

"That's it?"

"All I can think of right now," Darlene told her husband.  "But
you have to tell me to do it so I know it's all right with you."

"Do you have any idea how nasty my fantasies can be?"

"Tell me," she cooed, snuggling against him.  "Ooh, you're hard."

"Piss hard on.  I've got to pee."

Did she dare?  "Want to pee on me?  Ever since we talked about
far out stuff like water sports, I've wondered about it."

"I think you ought to drink it from my dick so I don't even have
to get up," Dwayne told her.

She was tempted.  A jolt of arousal ran through her body raising
goose bumps.  But drinking piss?  Was she that nasty?  

"Can I say, 'not today'?"

"Are you safe wording?"

"No.  If you really want me to drink your piss, I'll do it but I
don't think I'm really ready to go that far.  Can't we, well..."

"Get in the bathroom and sit on the toilet," Dwayne ordered his
wife.  "On the bare porcelain bowl, not the seat."

"Yes, sir," she smiled.  Just nasty enough.  The cold on the back
of her thighs, her legs spread, the fear of the unknown, the
nastiness of what was going to happen, it was all so perfect when
Dwayne stood in front of her and aimed at her breasts.  It was so
warm, a sharp contrast to the cold porcelain.  And fragrant. 
Fresh piss didn't have that nasty ammonia smell.  But letting a
naked man piss on her, even if he was her husband, was so
naughty.  Her hands cupped her breasts, spreading the yellow
liquid over them.  Pinching and pulling on her nipples seemed a
natural thing to do.

"That was disgusting," Dwayne said.  Pissing on his wife didn't
arouse him at all.  He hoped that she wouldn't want him to do so
very often, if ever.  "Now warm the shower so you can wash us,"
he ordered.

"Yes... would you like for me to call you 'master'?"

"Why not 'Most Omniscient Lord, Master of all that he can see'? 
You choose the term of respect that you use when you address me,
but you'll be disciplined if I don't think it's appropriate, OK?"

"Thank you, master."

"So what disciplinary measures might be appropriate?" Dwayne
asked as he joined his wife in the shower, stepping behind her to
soap the breasts that he loved so much.

"Seriously?  That'll be tough, because spanking and bondage turn
me on.  I guess the harder whips and stuff, especially a cane."

"That'd leave a mark," Dwayne frowned.  "I don't really want to
leave marks on this perfect skin.  A little red is all right, but
not welts.  That's not for me.  It spoils my view."

"It probably wouldn't be very good punishment anyway.  I kind of
liked the tingle that the welts left when we did our day of heavy
sado-masochism."

"A chastity belt might be the..."

"That's it!  I'd die if I was turned on and couldn't cum.  They
told us that the main reason for chastity belts was to prevent
masturbation.  Oh, geez, that'd be... But you wouldn't make me
wear one too long, would you?"

"Where do I find..."

"They have catalogs inside.  But they're pretty expensive."

"Shave your pussy.  Now."

"Yes, master," Darlene answered.  As she got her husband's
shaving cream and razor, she prayed that he wouldn't make her go
to breakfast with her freshly shaved pussy exposed.  But at the
same time, shaving her pussy aroused her because she knew that he
probably _was_ going to show her off in the dining room and
probably all over the school grounds.

"Get the hair out of your butt crack, too.  I want you bare all
the way up your belly.  I'm going to pull out any hair I find."

She had to pull her legs to her shoulders and put her elbows
behind her knees to twist into a position to shave her butt
crack.  It was a terribly humiliating position... that aroused
her even more.  So did masturbating while standing in the middle
of the dining room, her pussy glistening with the butter he made
her spread over her smooth lips.

After breakfast, they checked out the catalogs of sex toys. 
Darlene gave her husband a tour of the playrooms and described
the homemade toys that could be made from materials in local
stores.  There were even a couple of chastity belts in the
dungeon for them to look at and for Darlene to try on.

"You like nipple torture, don't you?" Dwayne asked as they went
through the toys.

"I'd call it 'rough stimulation'.  It was torture for some of the
girls.  Most of them would have safe worded in the clovers.  To
me, torture's something like burning my nipples with hot irons or
cigarettes or something that causes real injury.  Even though the
nipple clamps hurt like crazy, all the squeezing things get me
going."

"Just your nipples?"

"Pretty much.  We tried boob stocks.  There.  See?  They go on
like this."

"If I was making something like this, I'd make the bottom bigger
and carve 'em out to make kind of a wooden support bra," Dwayne
said as he checked out the breast crushers.  "I could even make
one with springs and maybe a chain or rope to a gag.  As long as
you kept the gag in your mouth, you wouldn't be squeezed too
hard, but if you spit it out, it'd squash you."

"Sounds interesting."

"How about gags?"

"You've got to wear one to understand."

"OK," he agreed, choosing one.  He was surprised how difficult it
was to get into his mouth.  And how uncomfortable a big ball gag
could get after just a few minutes.  But he left it in as he
checked out the stocks and pillory, gesturing to Darlene to come
over so he could check the size and measurements and adjustments.
Then he locked Darlene into one of the devices for an hour of
teasing before he made her come with his hands.

"Move like this," Darlene laughed when he finally removed the big
ball gag from his mouth, to find his jaw almost paralyzed into
the open position.

"How can you stand that?" he asked, wiping off his slobber.

Darlene took the gag and washed it in the sink using disinfectant
soap that was there for just that purpose.  "You picked a really
big one," she told him.  "There are soft ones that are just as
effective for enforcing silence but aren't as cruel.  They squish
down when you bite into them.  And then you can always use a
smaller one.  I can make noise around them but it just comes out
gibberish.  If you really want silence, a pair of panties inside
and duct tape outside is best."

"I'll remember that.  What about..."  They spent the whole day
exploring.  Dwayne wore a small butt plug to dinner to see what
it was like.  Darlene was secured in a chastity belt; a leather
one with plugs for her pussy and asshole.  Dwayne made her wear
it for a strenuous exercise session in the afternoon, releasing
her only after she had urinated while wearing it.  "Not
sanitary," he noted.

As evening approached, they soaked in the hot tub by the lake,
and ended Saturday with a dip and gentle lovemaking on the pebble
beach until the mosquitoes drove them back to the cottage and
bed.  They were leaving early Sunday to relieve Dwayne's sister
from babysitting duty.
