Ouch! Dammit, do it harder!
	My arm was beginning to tire. I had been paddling her so long 
my bicep was getting sore. Her ass was beginning to look like swiss 
steak- all red, bumpy and raw.
	I brought my hand across and up to add more sting to the blows 
and finally let my arm drop.
	"Get off and blow me!" I ordered and she obeyed.
	She wanted me badly. She pushed the rings of the leather rig 
surrounding my cock to its base and took me in her mouth all at once. I 
felt her gag as my meat met her tonsils and then push on until her lips 
settled around the base. Then she bobbed with short strokes, never 
letting my cockhead escape the confines of her throat. She finally had 
to pull back to gasp, but then she was back taking it all until she was 
out of air again.
	I bet I'm not the only one that doesn't take much of that to be 
thinking force cum feeding. But I wanted to jam my cock that deep and 
shoot off. This was pretty wonderful, but I wanted to be more involved 
with the motion that would jet the hot stuff out of my dick.
	"Now suck the head- hard," I ordered.
	She pulled back and started sucking furiously on the head of 
my cock. I started to fuck into her mouth and she tried to catch the 
rhythm and bob in time with me.
	"Just hold still," I snapped and she froze in place as I fucked 
her face.
	I was caught up in the emotion of the moment, but the spell 
was broken when I jammed the studded codpiece into her nose. It was 
a trial of self-control to stop ramming my cock down her throat and 
push her head away. But it was for the better. I was wearing the 
contraption for a reason and it wasn't to get my rocks off down her 
gullet.
	She lay sprawled where I had thrown her and awaited 
instructions. 
	"On your knees. Arms on the couch," I ordered.
	I straddled her legs and pushed my raging hardon into her cunt. 
I jammed up hard and pushed her until her head was against the back 
of the couch. She needed to be trapped. She needed to have nowhere to 
escape. I needed some help holding her so my thrusts could finish with 
the proper impact.
	That was the reason I was wearing the heavy leather, metal-
studded contraption. Every thrust drove the sharp-pointed studs into her 
tender ass as the leather slapped her haunches with the explosions of 
another spanking. My only problem was throwing my hips into her 
hard enough to make that impact hurt.
	Sharp little whines as the contraption smacked into her red, raw 
ass told me I had mastered that part- at least in a minimal way. I knew 
she would be happier if I could draw screams each time I drove deep 
into her. But happy was happy enough. Right now it was just as much 
about me getting off on the hard-pounding rape of her juicy little twat. 
I could always torture her tits afterwards.
	I had spanked her with my fucking as hard and as long as I 
dared. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the couch so she 
was sitting on the floor with her back against it. Then I rammed my 
cock down her throat.
	"Suck it now, bitch," I snapped as I jammed the contraption 
against her face.
	The pop of my cock entering her throat was a signal event for 
us both. It brought tears to her eyes and a groan of contentment from 
deep in her chest. It brought me to the brink. A few heroic self-
impalements later, she had primed the pump. I fucked her face like I 
had fucked her cunt and she screamed. 
	It was a garbled, gagging sound, but it was a scream. We had 
both made it to the big time. She even struggled as I pumped out my 
jizm deep into her throat. I had taken her too far, given her more than 
she could take, made her hurt and helpless. I had also made her the 
receptacle for an extraordinary spurting, flowing orgasm, incredible in 
force and duration.
	The hardest thing on me was remembering that this was not the 
end point. My natural instinct was to let down after I had cum. Post-
orgasmic glow- a more quiet feeling of satisfaction, with her I could 
have none of that. Particularly not now that I had driven her over the 
line.
	"Keep sucking!" I shouted, "Don't let that thing go down. I'm 
not done with it yet!"
	It was a trial for her to maintain as my choking sperm trickled 
down her throat and there was no relenting of the suffocating prick in 
her face. I had already forced her beyond and I wanted to ride that 
crest. She sucked on pure instinct and it only occurred to her to grab a 
breath when she was about to pass out.
	I let her off on that one. I supposed breathing was important 
and I had only ordered her to suck me, not suffocate herself. She was, 
of course, trying to swim upstream. I knew she would not be able to 
keep me hard. I was using the break to think of  how I was going to 
punish her failure. Certainly her ass was beaten numb and I was going 
to have to take it out on her tits.
	"You worthless slut! Can't you even excite me?" I bullied her 
as my dick went soft in her throat, "Stand up!"
	She stood with her eyes cast on the ground like a naughty but 
repentant child with her hands folded in front of her.
	"Why cover that hole?" I snapped and slapped her hands away 
from her crotch, "You think anyone wants that?"
	"You can't even give a decent blow job," I berated her as I 
grabbed her right nipple and pulled her along.
	She followed easily and I dragged her tit to the table, pressing 
the nipple down on the wood with my thumb. I dragged the other tit up 
to rest beside it and smiled evilily at her.
	"I think you need some encouragement to put your heart into 
it," I told her with a chuckle.
	Then came the board. We had used a press in the past, but I 
hoped this was going to go beyond that. It was a banner day already. 
Why not try to make history? 
	I placed the board over her tits and then swung my leg over her 
head. She yelped. It was a sound like a dog makes when it is hit by a 
car. My weight on the board pressed her tits flat beneath it and her 
mouth opened with the pain. I plopped my dick into it.
	"Now get me hard." I ordered, "You've got something invested 
now."	She did her best to suck me through the whining. The pain was 
making it an uncoordinated effort, but long on desire. And it was doing 
the job. Her sucking was not good, but the discomfort she displayed 
was like Rhino horn for my libido. Her lips trembled as they slid up 
and down my prick and made my cock slowly stretch to attention.
	"Please hurt me some more," her voice trembled, sounding 
childlike and frightened coming through her pain.
	I let her up. Sometimes my genius shines the brightest when I 
am just making do. She was shivering with the pain I had inflicted on 
her tits, actual tremors of the onset of shock. Exciting her now and 
injecting more adrenaline would drive her beyond any bliss we had yet 
found- if it didn't make her heart burst.
	But what to hurt? Her butt was numb and her tits were too far 
gone for any more punishment. Oh, the simplicity of it all. Exotic for 
its own sake is wasted. The answer was staring at me.
	I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. I hit her hard 
enough that I could see the red streak of each finger emblazoned on her 
cheek. Then I swung back and backhanded her.
	"Unnhh!" she grunted as my knuckles knocked her head back 
the way it had came.
	"Get over here," I snapped and grabbed her by the hair to throw 
her over the arm of the couch.
	I knew her asshole was tight and dry. I knew the spit on my 
cock wouldn't be near enough lubrication to make it go in easily. And I 
knew she was thinking the same things with the light of lust in her 
eyes. I stuck my dick in her cunt and shoved it in.
	"Owww, my ass aches!" she complained, but not genuinely.
	I'm sure the studded leather did hurt when I rammed it into her 
tender ass, but that wasn't the cause of her cry. She was trying to hint 
that I should use her asshole. That was good. She wasn't going to have 
her way. I would make do with her cunt. It was, after all, the obvious 
answer to what part I hadn't hurt.
	My hand went around the bend of her thigh to sneak to her 
snatch. I pulled the lips of her twat apart with my fingers to find her 
clit and then caught it between my middle finger and thumb. She 
shrieked when I squeezed and I grinned.
	"Now that we know about your ass, how's your cunt?" I asked.
	"Ready for you to use me in any way you want," she sulked, 
chastened on many levels of the game that was our life. 
	Trying to keep that hand in place became quite a chore as I 
slammed her around pretty good with my thrusts. I ended by gripping 
her pubic bone with my whole hand as I fucked her. That led naturally 
to my next thought as my fingertips sank a little ways inside her as I 
squeezed to hold her in place. I was going to make her cunt ache all 
right.
	She was devastated when I left abruptly, wailing and begging 
for me to come back and finish her. She needn't have worried. It was a 
quick trip to the toy drawer and back for me.
	"Oh Jesus, baby, don't tease me," she begged, giving no 
indication she could tell the rubber dick I was sliding into her hole 
from my own.
	I jabbed at her with the dildo for a while, never quite pushing it 
all the way in as she whined for more. Then I pushed my dick 
underneath the rubber phallus and forced that inside.
	"Baby! What's that! What are you doing!" she gasped, gurgled 
and groaned as the second dick was pushed into her.
	"Shut up," I explained with all the compassion she was due.
	Once I got my cock seated, it was only a matter of pushing 
hard enough to jam the dildo and my cock up her cunt. There were 
some real panic screams along the way as her cunt was rammed 
overfull and then filled some more. Then, with a final heave, she had 
the fake rubber balls up the crack of her ass and my own in the crack 
of her cunt.
	"I feel my cunt ripping, master," she sobbed and I chuckled as I 
bumped harder against her.
	"Shut up," I soothed and fucked her hard.
	It was as tight as her ass and wetter. She was hot and smooth 
and oh so full. I fucked her my best past the rubber dick and then 
reached out for two handsfull of hair to use as a bridle. I yanked her 
head back to open her throat for her screams and slammed her some 
more against the arm of the couch.
	She was making monkey babble now. I had hurt her to orgasm 
of her special kind and all that was left was to take her as hard as I 
could on the way to my own climax. I kept slamming into her and 
jolting the dildo until I felt her finally adjust to the fullness of two 
cocks rummaging in her twat. That was ordinary.
	I pulled out and spun her around. Hands on her shoulders, I 
pushed her down.
	"Sit on it," I ordered and waited for her to arrange one leg on 
each side of the couch arm.
	"No. Rock up on it," I told her as she sat too far back to be 
perched on the base of the rubber dick.
	I pulled her up until she was balanced on the dildo and then 
pressed her down a few times to seat the rubber prod inside her. I kept 
my hand on the back of her head as I slid between her and the couch 
arm and sat down. Then I pulled her face into my crotch and drove my 
cock down her throat.
	"Now blow me, bitch," I demanded and leaned back so I could 
thrust up at her whenever it was most inconvenient for her.
	She was having the kind of out-of-body experience that we 
were shooting for. Completely cowed by the series of pain-induced 
shocks and reduced to a jelly-like mass by the fading of each of those 
injections of adrenaline, she was moving by memory in a robot-like 
trance.
	In some way that seemed to fit with my love of control, her 
mechanical blowjob was quite exciting to watch. The sucking was 
nothing special, but the sight of her mindlessly moving her head up and 
down on my cock was very, very, hot. She had become in many senses 
the perfect sex toy. She was sucking me because I told her to. She was 
sucking out of reflex with no conscious input and she would almost 
certainly sit placidly as I used her in any way I wished.
	All that and wake up and cook me breakfast. It was a one-sided 
fantasy, as the kink came from having sex with this animated inanimate 
object, but that was okay right now. She had had her fun and I was 
willing to sacrifice, for a time, her input into my excitement. Fear, 
screams and entreaties are not the only flowers in the garden of love.
	It took a rather longer enjoyable time with her fervor blunted, 
but who objects to a longer blow job? Even my urgent stabs into the 
back of her throat did not interrupt the rhythm of her head moving up 
and down on my cock. As I reached my climax and sought to bury my 
prick deeper in her mouth, she kept moving as before and only the hot 
splatter of my jizm on her tonsils made her pause a moment.
	And she paused in a good way, remaining with her lips at the 
base of my cock while she sucked the seed being jetted into her throat. 
Even her normally active gag reflex was quieted as I banged things in 
her throat with the jabs that came as I jerked in orgasm.
	"Now you may go to your room." I instructed while she still 
knelt before me with my organ deep in her mouth.
	From that she knew I was not done with her. My active 
participation may have been sated for a time, but there were still many 
things I could do with a purely dispassionate regard for her pain and 
humiliation.
	The dildo still lodged in her cunt made it difficult to walk and I 
made that even more of a waddle as I cautioned her about letting the 
rubber dick slip out of her cunt. I followed her slow progress to the 
bedroom and ordered her to stand next to the bed facing away.
	You don't have to do a lot to restrain a woman. The truth is that 
most of those extreme bondage bindings are for the pleasure of the man 
rather than the necessity of holding the woman still. Simple bindings 
just don't evoke the same excitement for those with that kink. But I'm a 
minimalist. I think the more simple the binding, the more the victim is 
taunted by the possibility of escape. How simple it seems. How hard to 
accomplish. And since these scenarios are not for me, I like to 
frustrate.
	I locked her hands behind her in standard S&W handcuffs and 
pulled the dildo out of her cunt. I had something else to occupy that 
gap. It was on a board 2'X2', centered and about four inches tall. I had 
used a piece of prime walnut that was sanded to a silky smoothness 
and curved, ever so slightly, as it rose. I had to lift her over it and have 
her spread her legs so I could feed that cock-like peg into her twat. Her 
eyes were shock-open as I lowered her, but she did not cry out as I 
gently eased the wooden cylinder safely inside her.
	Then it only took shoelaces to hold her firm. Knees wide, 
ankles crossed, I looped the laces around her ankles and tied them to 
each other. Firm bindings and tight knots  held her feet in position and I 
smiled at her before I left.
	"You can go anywhere you can manage, dear," I taunted as I 
walked out.
	We both knew there was nowhere she could go. We also knew 
that she would try many times while I was away. It was a new toy for 
us, but one I had researched and caught my ideas of tantalizing 
escapability wonderfully. She couldn't lift herself off the peg with her 
hands- it was too high. Using her feet would only press on the board 
and tilt the peg painfully and inconveniently exactly the wrong 
direction for her to escape. I was hoping she would try many times as I 
went about my own business about the house.
	 I came back about a half an hour later. I had tried to become 
interested in some work, but my mind kept wandering to the naked 
woman trapped on the middle of our bed. I held out as long as I could, 
but then I had to go back to her.
	She was sitting where I left her with a perplexed look on her 
face. There was just a little too much sweat sheening her body for me 
to believe that she had sat quietly while I made her wait. I smiled at her 
consternation. The restraint was working just the was it was designed, 
and I knew she hurt herself each time she tried to grab that elusive 
hope of escape.
	"You look so pretty sitting there," I teased her, "but there seems 
to be something missing. Hmmmm... what could that be?"
	I let her search my face for some indication, but I only smiled 
at her. It wasn't an earth-shaking revelation. She just looked too naked.
	"Oh, I know!" I said mysteriously, and stepped behind her to 
get the nipple clips out of the toy drawer.
	She needed a little more stimulation. I was going to let her 
share her focus with the sensation from her tits. I placed the rubber-
padded ends gently over her nipples and then made her wince as I 
tightened the ratchets down to pinch the hard nubs. The chain was for 
convenience and decoration and had no real weight, but she still 
flinched as I dropped it and it swung and bounced against her torso 
below her breasts.
	That was a nice touch, I though as I admired my work. The 
silver chain set off her vast pink nudity. I considered the dog collar, but 
decided I had given her enough of a break from the doldrums already. I 
left her with her new toy.
	It was a good interlude for me, too. I was at the point where 
this little spark was enough to set off the sex feeling again. By the time 
I came back to her, I would be anxious to fuck her and more than 
ready. I had felt the stirring while I was looking at her and I knew in 
another twenty minutes I would be hard and eager to bury the bone 
again.
	I spent those twenty minutes running ideas through my mind. 
All in all we masters are an orderly lot. I started by noting that I would 
have to let her off the peg unless I was going to fuck her face again. 
Since I had cum in her throat twice already, I would have to let her up. 
I toyed with the idea of picking her up and setting her back down with 
the peg up her ass. The peg would be wet enough after rummaging 
around in her cunt for forty minutes, but that would leave me fucking 
her face again. I decided to leave that for another time.
	In my musings I did hit on the idea. It would tie all those 
themes running through my mind together. I smiled at her as I walked 
into the room. She was on edge now, reaching the end of the 
imaginings and anticipations of my next actions. She had had enough 
and wanted some action. I gave it to her.
	First the broad, thick dog collar- secure, but not too tight. Then 
comes the leash. For now the leash is loosely draped over a bedpost. 
Then I have to lift her off the peg and slide the board away. A push and 
she plops on her face with her after end high and exposed in the air. I 
don't think the shoelaces can prevent her from moving her knees in, but 
the stiffness of nearly an hour in the position keeps her in her Indian 
squat position as she lays on her knees and her face.
	Now I bring the leash up tight to keep her from squirming too 
much and run my hand over the still red-streaked flanks presented for 
me to work my will.
	"Quite a predicament you've gotten yourself in," I taunt her as I 
make final adjustments by releasing one nipple and then catching it in 
the clamp again after I have thrown the chain over her back.
	"It only serves to demonstrate in a physical way my total 
submission to your will, master," she replied carefully.
	I had succeeded in awing her or there would not have been the 
precision in her answer. She was truly afraid of what I could do to her 
and wanted this phase to pass as easily as she could coax me into 
making it. Of course, only the real terror had the effect of heightening 
her awareness and hence her pleasure. I wasn't giving that up.
	But then, we defined serious injury as a week's stay in the 
hospital and anything else, while certainly not the aim, was fair game. 
She knew I was going to hurt her, but she was trying to negotiate on 
the how bad.
	Whack! I slapped her upturned ass as I moved behind her. She 
made a spastic truncated jerk as she reacted instinctively and was 
brought up short by the leash. She was captive and helpless.
	It was almost as if her quivering mimicked the way my cock 
swung hard in front of me as I knelt behind her. She knew I was going 
to sexually assault her violently, she just didn't know when or where it 
was coming.  I moved up so my rigid prick rested in the crack of her 
ass and picked up the chain that went to the nipple clips.
	"If I got my riding crop, I could take my horsey for a ride," I 
smirked as I gave the chain a playful shake as if it were reins.
	"I am yours to use, master," she answered quickly, the quaver 
in her voice betraying the fact that she hoped to avoid that whipping on 
her already tender cheeks.
	I gave the chain a few quick tugs and heard her sharp intakes of 
breath as I yanked on her poor battered and bruised tits. Then I lowered 
my cock to her cunt and drove it in.
	"Ride, Captain, ride upon this useless shit," I sang my 
butchered lyrics to Blues Image's one hit as I fucked against her butt.
	Her groans were not groans of misuse. I was getting to the 
gratifying part for her now. My dick stirring deeper than the wooden 
peg could reach was scratching a desire born in the forty minutes of 
imprisonment. For the moment she had forgotten the threat of pain and 
was working her ass on me as I rummaged in her pussy. The brief 
flickers of pain as the nipple clips tugged at her tits only made the 
fucking better and made her jerk her hips with more conviction.
	Then I gave her a few smacks as I pulled far back to drive my 
length in and out of her. It was just a distraction, but she started 
breathing hard as I fucked her that way. Then I cleared her cunt and 
used two fingers to guide my thrust so I rammed back in- this time into 
her rectum.
	She shrieked. She was generally a grunter or groaner, but 
unsuspecting and unprepared, she shrieked as my cock battered open 
her back door and drove full speed up the Hershey highway. I coupled 
the thrust with a good, strong pull on the tit chain and she was off to 
the land of pain again.
	For my part, driving into her asshole was like stubbing my 
dick. My cock bumped, hit, flattened and bent before it forced the tiny 
brown eye to open and, with a rush, jammed into her tight confines. 
Her anus was like a cockring two sizes too small as I rammed into it 
and the best part was when it tightly gripped the base of my prick with 
my cock lodged deep inside her bowels. Not that I didn't enjoy that bit 
of pain with my pleasure. I like it a little myself, and the enjoyment 
magnifies when I know what pain I am inflicting for the pain received.
	While I could, I drove past that protesting sphincter, ramming it 
hard while it was trying to adjust to the intrusion. And each thrust 
brought another yank on the nipple chain. She squirmed when I 
jammed my dick in her ass, but her cries coincided with my jerks on 
the chain. That gave me an idea.
	"Here," I said, placing the chain in her manacled hands, "When 
this gets too intense, pull the reins to stop."
	I had placed the torture in her own hands. If she hurt herself 
enough, I would let up on her. She could do it to herself or I would. 
And to make her want to take it into her own hands, I grabbed her hips 
and doubled my efforts to slam harder into her asshole.
	It worked. She understood what I was doing to her and made a 
timid effort to pull back the 'reins'.
	"That wouldn't stop a pony," I scolded, "You've got to pull up 
this fiery charger or he's going to gallop right up to your liver."
	To emphasize my point, I traded hands as one pulled her back 
into my thrusts and the other rained whacks on her rosy red ass. In 
response she made more efforts, pulling on the chain to her own gasps 
of pain. But it was still not enough. I had not seen her nipples appear to 
the sides of her body. When she made the Herculean jerk that brought 
those mangled tips into sight, I would relent.
	I fucked her ass loose and sloppy by the time she made the 
jerk, by mistake I think, that pulled her nipples into view. I followed 
her yelp with an instant stop to the spanking and the fucking.
	"Pull up you say?" I smirked, "Then lady, I do your will."
	I carefully moved her ahead as I pulled my cock out of her ass 
so as not to strain the leash. Then I picked her up and rolled her over 
onto her back. I wasn't going to pound on her butt anymore, but she 
was still going to have to get me off.
	I let my shit-dripping prick rest on her belly as I lovingly untied 
the shoelaces. I wanted her to have the use of her legs now. I pulled 
her legs straight up and then let them rest on my shoulders. Then I 
looked down at the red-rimmed, brown-stained gaping hole below her 
cunt and put my dick back in. She hardly struggled at all as I trod the 
well-used path. Instead, she squirmed as best she could to help me 
slide it in to the hilt.
	"It's good to experiment with that," I told her, "You're going to 
need to squirm quite a bit to finish this job."
	"Are you going to help me squirm?" she asked.
	"No." I said simply, "that would make it easier on you. You're 
going to have to finish the job you interrupted all by yourself."
	She flopped and lurched pitifully as she tried to fuck me and 
her performance was at best mediocre. I shook my head and leaned 
over to take off the nipple clips. She must have caught a glimmer of 
my plan and tried to launch a barrage of  frantic lunges to stay my 
hand.
 	She should have known better. She had already earned my 
helping hand. Now she could only help herself by cooperating with her 
punishment.
	"I'm going to help you a little," I said.
	I placed one clip on her clitoral hood and snicked the ratchet 
down hard. She gasped.
	"Now when I say: up, I bet you come up," I sneered and gave 
the chain a little yank.
	She came up. I used her like a yo-yo, pulling her up to me and 
letting her down. The pain and the prospect of greater pain was a 
marvelous motivator for her to get her butt up. The beauty of the thing 
was her concern over getting up to avoid the pain dampened her 
realization that it was when she slumped back down that my cock 
drove its deepest up her ass.
	I was most aware of that and yanked her to large heights at the 
start to tire her. Then as I shortened her rise, she dropped harder and 
harder down onto my impaling prick. But she caught the sense of it and 
I only had to give her clit a twinge with a shake of the chain to make 
her ride her butt on my dick.
	She got me near enough that I could restrain myself no more. I 
finally gave in and grabbed her ankles to work them as I rammed my 
cock into her asshole with the necessary urgency. I up lifted her 
uplifted butt with a series of short hard thrusts and then it was time to 
wash out her ass with cum.
	This time I didn't have to remember anything. I had probably 
worked her to the point of injury already. And I certainly wouldn't have 
more to give for hours. But that didn't mean I had to let her up. She had 
the use of her feet now and that meant she could move around to 
relieve any stiffness. She just wouldn't be able to leave the bed with the 
leash on.
	That was good for now. I needed a shower and she needed to 
think.
	Well, maybe think wasn't what she would do, but that wasn't 
my concern. I wanted this session to come to an end with her 
whimpering and I thought she would be ready in another 20 minutes or 
so. I knew this woman. She had been restrained on the bed for about an 
hour and a half and we were fucking for a half an hour or so before 
that. Two hours was about the limit for her bladder. By the time I got 
out of the shower, she should be pretty desperate.
	I must have miscalculated. My first thought lasted only a 
flicker as I saw her insulting, defiant grin. My second thought was that 
my young wife was trying to get me to beat her to death. If she had 
been apologetic, I could have let her off with a little light humiliation- 
like rubbing her face it in and leaving her to sit on the wet spot. But her 
open defiance was as good as asking to be whipped.
	I still hesitated. Grabbing the crop and whailing away was too 
much like doing what she wanted. I wanted a way to punish her while 
remaining in control. I just looked at her and shook my head slowly to 
stall for time. Then I got it.
	"Looks like your faucet is broken," I said, "I guess we'll have to 
fix it."
	Firmly, but with no emotion I untied her leash had pulled her 
off the bed. I led her to the kitchen to a questioning look. I led her 
through and tied her on the screened-in porch. She could hear and 
imagine what I was preparing for her, but I wanted some surprise. I 
can only guess what she was thinking as I dumped the icemaker tray 
into a litter box. It sounded a little like thunder.
	The ice cubes were just for padding. I freeze breadpans full of 
water to keep my cooler cold. I popped out a couple of those suckers 
and laid them on the cubes, trying to get the right slant. Then I brought 
her in, sat her down and tied her leash to a cupboard door.
	Her howls were most satisfactory, but the  Piece de resistance 
was the patter, patter, patter as she slapped her feet against the floor in 
a frenzy from the cold shock on her warm ass. I just watched as she 
squirmed and whined. When her struggles lost the intensity of sincerity 
I knew the ice had done its work.
	I let her steep a little longer as I went to prepare part two. If 
pure unsexual discipline was what she wanted, I would accommodate 
her. I put up the bar and attached the cuffs. I laid out the crop so she 
would know what was coming. Then I got her up and brought her in.
	"Don't feign surprise," I rebuked her, "You asked for this as 
much as if you had come out and said, whip me master. You know 
what insolence brings."
	She was released from the handcuffs only to be put in the thick 
leather cuffs chained to the bar over her head. Fastened that way, she 
had to stand still or run the risk of stumbling and hanging by her wrists. 
It made it nice for whippings that she had to try and take the lash 
standing as still as she could manage.
	That wasn't as big a problem this time. Her ice-numbed 
buttocks were slow to react to the stripes and I'm sure the sharp kiss of 
the whip was dulled somewhat. But that didn't matter. I was going for 
time-release suffering.
	I did a nice job of marking her butt- a cross-hatched pattern 
with pretty good evenness. Then I let her down and took her back to 
the bedroom. She obviously hadn't been done with the pleasure she was 
getting from being disciplined and she obviously didn't need me to 
sexually participate to get the thrill. That pretty much made it my job 
to deliver this discipline in a way that would keep her attention.
	She had slept in restraints before, but never in her own piss. I 
chained one hand to the bed and said goodnight.
	She didn't complain, but she spent a restless night as the salty 
urine stung her cuts. I woke before she did and for the briefest moment 
was puzzled by the scene. As my mind relived the night before in a 
flash, it also prompted me to get some satisfaction for the solo 
performance she had last night. I climbed over her without waking her 
and then slapped her awake as I resurrected the pain of the whipping 
with the spanking.
	She came awake in mid-yelp and was halted in mid-struggle by 
the cuff on her wrist. I decided to press my advantage and went into 
my Quasimodo voice.
	"Jussst ssee whosse been a bad girl," I hissed, "I guesss no one 
would mind if Quass imodo usssed her a little."
	"Oh Jesus!" she yelped as I moved up and pushed my morning 
hardon against her asshole.
	It was more fun than my piss hardon had ever had before. She 
could feel how rigid and determined it was and arched her back to 
push her ass up to me out of self defense. That was more opening than 
I needed, but I suppose it was easier on both of us to have her open her 
ass that way. 
	Not that it made any difference to the way I was going to fuck 
her. I wanted hard, fast and now. I was going to shove my cock up her 
delicious little asshole like the plunger in an oil well. And the harder I 
could rump hump her the better.
	She was appropriately vocal as I drilled her rectum, her cries 
coming the loudest as I slapped against the raw, red pain of the mass of 
irritated welts on her backside. But this was for me. It was only 
incidental that her ass had been flayed raw. That she might suffer like 
this was part of the assumption made at the time of her punishment. 
Right now her ass was only  a form of pleasure for me and the pain 
was just a bonus for her.
	When I finally dumped my load up her ass, I climbed off her 
and released her from the cuff. She stared at me suspiciously for a 
moment and then hopped up and scampered out of the room. A few 
moments later I heard the shower running and I knew that if I walked 
into the bathroom I would find her huddled in the bottom of the shower 
with the hot water beating down on her abused bottom.
	I also knew from the look she had given me that she expected 
this freedom to be some sort of trap. It was only Saturday and her 
slavery had another two full days to run.
	I enjoyed this power over her as much as she enjoyed me 
wielding it, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt her anymore that 
morning. I still felt a little guilty about crushing her tits. And I had 
beaten her black, blue and bloody throughout the evening. There wasn't 
much more I could do that wouldn't start to dull the edge of her pain.
	But that didn't mean I couldn't humiliate her.
	"I see you've survived the first night," I said as she walked in 
from her shower.
	"I'm sorry if that doesn't please you," she answered, in correct 
form, but with the wrong inflection.
	I let it pass. It was a little early for me to start beating her. I had 
other plans in mind anyway. First off, we were going to take a cue 
from our British friends and dress her in 'stockings and suspenders'. 
And, secondly, that was all we were going to dress her in except an 
overcoat and high heels.
	I considered the dog collar accesorizing. I showed her the leash 
and put it in my coat pocket so she would know I would use it if she 
made it necessary. Then we went to Dugan's.
	Dugan's is one of those leftover 'neighborhood' bars. I don't 
mean to put it down. It wasn't Dugan's that deteriorated, it was the
 neighborhood. Dugan's is still a bright, fine place. The neighborhood 
 has just gotten a little seedy around it. That also goes for the clientele.
	Outside Dugan's I gave her  instructions. Go in. Get a drink. Sit 
down at a table. Wait for my further instructions. I kept it simple so 
there would be no mistakes.
	I waited a few minutes and then I walked in whistling. I wanted 
to attract attention. I looked over the guys that were looking me over 
and picked one gnarled gentleman at the far end of the bar. He looked 
like a guy that had seen the elephant a few times in his life. I sauntered 
over and plopped down on the stool next to him.
	"You know, mister, I've got the mother of all sucker bets for 
you," I started out.
	"Okay, let's hear it," he said with a tired look.
	"I'll bet you a drink that I can talk a woman," I glanced around 
and pointed at my slave, "that one f'rinstance, into giving you a 
blowjob right here at the bar."
	"Yeah, sure, what's the catch?" he asked eyeing me warily.
	"We both win, that's the catch," I told him, holding my arms 
wide, "It's a sucker bet so you know I've got some way to make that 
broad blow you, but all it costs you is a drink to get your cock 
sucked."
	He just did an imitation of a grin and nodded slowly. I guess it 
was worth a couple of bucks to him to see how this played out.
	"Eddie get this guy a drink," he called out to the bartender.
	Beer in hand, I made my way over to my slave. I sat at her 
table and explained her next moves as if we were striking up a 
conversation.
	"You are going to follow me over to that man," I told her, 
"Without speaking a word, you are to lick his ear and turn him so his 
back is to the rest of the bar. Then you will slowly sink to your knees, 
open his pants, take out his penis and suck him until he ejaculates in 
your mouth. Understood?"
	She nodded and I got up and led her over to the man. He 
seemed amused, but I think he was waiting for the zinger. I don't think 
he considered for one minute the possibility that the only zinger was 
that she was going to take out his dick and blow him right there at the 
bar in front of God and everybody.
	Realitywise, there were only a half dozen people in the bar at 
that time Saturday morning, but it must have seemed to him to be a 
packed house as she went down and opened his pants. I think he 
wanted to protest, but how do you turn down a blow job in a bar on 
Saturday morning?
	By the time she got him hard and was sucking away, all those 
thoughts left. He was grunting in contentment when Eddie got curious.
	"What the hell is going on here?" Eddie thundered and made 
the poor guy jump.
 	I stepped over to take care of this little matter and my slave 
kept at her assigned task.
	"Hey, come on, the guy just lost a bet," I told Eddie, looking 
around at the other two patrons of the bar, I added, "Nobody else 
seems to have noticed. Why don't you just let them be."
	"I don't need that kind of stuff in here," Eddiie said, obviously 
thinking she was hooking.
	"I told you it was a bet," I said again, "She's not a pro. Why 
don't you walk away for a minute and we'll see what we can work out 
when she's done."
	Eddie got a look in his eye that told me I had him. There was a 
nasty little fantasy in his mind that I could work on.
	"Come over here and let's talk," I said, letting go of the fifty I 
had in my hand to bribe him.
	We moved down a couple of stools and we leaned out heads 
together over the bar to talk quietly. It was silly because one guy was 
talking to his shot and the other- over in the corner- looked like he was 
asleep.
	"I think I saw a light go on," I told him, "What dirty little 
thought did you have in mind?"
	"First tell me how he gets a blow job from losing a bet," Eddie 
said.
 	I laughed at that and said, "I bet he's wondering that about now, 
too."
	I ran down the sucker bet I offered the guy and explained that 
the girl had lost a bet first and this was how she had to pay up. I didn't 
give him all the real details, but I did mention that she was naked 
underneath her coat. Then I asked him again what he had in mind. He 
seemed to weigh my story carefully and I guess he came to the 
conclusion that I wasn't a pimp and she wasn't a whore, whether he 
swallowed the tale I was feeding him or not.
	"Well, there is something that runs through my mind from time 
to time," Eddie started.
	It turned out that he fantasized working behind the bar without 
his pants on and having a pretty woman notice and go back and fuck 
him while he was working. And in the way of fantasizing, he'd even 
mapped out where and how it could happen. I told him to go lose his 
pants and I'd see that his fantasy came true.
	I moved back down the bar and got there just in time for the 
grand finale. Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked on the head of 
his cock and jacked him off. He was squirming around like he was 
sitting on hot vinyl and making dog panting noises. Then he jumped 
like someone had poked him and I saw her head jerk involuntarily. She 
gave up the jacking off to bob her head on his dick and he just 
shuddered like a whipped puppy.
	She had satisfied my requirements, but she kept it up a while 
longer just for the guy. She was getting into the spirit. When she was 
finally done, she got up and stood in front of the guy. She was 
definitely turned on because she leaned over him and took his hand and 
slid it under her coat. His eyes widened for a flash as he found flesh 
beneath the coat, but the he went to work kneading her tits. She let him 
play while she tucked his dick back in his pants and then stepped 
away.
	Eddie was back now, standing behind the bar and grinning. He 
was wearing a long butcher's apron and I declined the opportunity to 
look and see if he had taken off his pants. It wasn't something I was 
going to have anything to do with. I just took my slave aside and told 
her what she was going to do next. She was just hot enough that it 
sounded like fun to her.
	She attracted Eddie down to the end of the bar and he came, 
after pausing to exchange grins with the man she had just blown. She 
murmured something to him and stepped to the end of the bar. I saw 
her put his hand under her coat and I imagine she was exploring under 
his apron at the same time. After a few moments of that, Eddie 
whisked her behind the bar and out of sight.
	Eddie was clearly distracted and I leaned over the bar to catch a 
glimpse of his apron billowed out in front of him and moving back and 
forth. She had wasted no time in getting to the root of it. I knew his 
secret fantasy and was afraid her exquisite mouth would sap his 
resolve to fulfill it. I started reaching over the bar for mixers. By the 
time I had the set-ups out, I figured he'd had enough of her blowjob 
and called out to him.
	His look of irritation quickly melted when he realized what I 
was really doing.
	"All right, all right, keep your pants on," he said with a 
delicious irony as he pushed her away from his dick and propelled her 
toward where I sat at the bar.
	He held her low all the way so she wouldn't be seen over the 
bar and then pushed her over the stainless steel surface behind the bar 
in front of me. Her head went under the bar and only her butt draped 
out over into the aisle in front of Eddie. He lifted her coat and folded it 
over her back to expose her ass and then pulled up his apron and threw 
it over the coat.
	I was too much of a gentleman to try to look at Eddie's dick as 
he moved forward, but I did notice him come to an abrupt stop and 
thought I heard a muffled grunt from under the bar. He slowly started 
gathering ingredients as he rocked forward and back and began to mix 
my drink. It seemed he liked some things better than others since he 
groaned softly when he poured them.
	Shaking the drink was the best of all. He was just plumb in love 
with shaking the drink. Except I noticed he was doing more shaking 
that the shaker. He made up for that by shaking the drink for at least 
two minutes and then, with a sigh of ecstasy, poured it in the vicinity 
of the glass. He got a lot inside the glass as the stream trailed over and 
back over the mouth of the glass.
	"On the house," he croaked as he pushed the glass toward me.
	As I hoisted the glass to him, I heard glass tinging on glass and 
a commotion coming from under the bar. Eddie suddenly got a 
shocked look on his face that turned into a smile. A little later I heard 
more noise and peeked over the bar to see my slave's rear crawling 
towards the end of the bar, her coat still thrown up over her back 
exposing her just-fucked cunt to Eddie's gaze.
	She just appeared at the end of the bar, her coat falling into 
place when she stood. She glanced at the other two patrons in the bar 
and waited for my next instructions. I finished my drink, thanked Eddie 
and walked down to say so long to our other new friend.
	She had done her job at Dugan's, actually more than I had 
planned. Having her fuck Eddie was just luck. Now it was time to take 
advantage of her state of undress. When I got her in the car, I snapped 
the leash onto her collar. I hung the end from the rear-view mirror, 
forming a nicely visible arc of leash for any that cared to look. As we 
drove out of town, I joked that I had finally made up the road sign.
	It was a standing gag between us that I would make up a sign 
that read: Look Right/ Famous Naked Lady/ 1/4 mile ahead. And then 
she would stand by the side of the road and I would stand behind her 
and open her coat every time a car went by. I didn't really have the 
sign, but I had a similar idea.
	Truckers always talk about the women flashing them on the 
road and some of them are telling the truth. We got on the highway and 
looked for trucks. When I found one that wasn't highballin' down the 
macadam, I would pull out to pass and tap my horn as I pulled up by 
the cab. Then I would open her coat and fondle her as I drove next to 
him. Wiggle her tits and tweak her nipples, pull up her thigh to open 
her to him and then rub her pussy vigorously for his viewing pleasure.
	We got plenty of return toots as we pulled on around and drove 
off. I was taking her an hour away, so we got to repeat the show lots of 
times on the way. I don't think she knew where we were going when I 
pulled off the road. We both knew the park was there, but I was the 
one that had plans for it.
	Rangers never went in the woods unless they had to. That was 
the way I had it figured. The natural wholesomeness of fucking in the 
woods was an understood part of a park, I figured. That wasn't going 
to comfort her any, I hoped.
	I walked her into the woods- stumbling in the heels and took 
her down the trail to a stream. I took off her coat and folded it on a 
rock for her to sit on. Then I cuffed her hands behind her back and put 
the end of the leash under a rock, warning her that it better remain 
undisturbed.
	It was a wonderful setting as a backdrop to a handcuffed naked 
woman in garterbelt and stockings sitting quietly at the end of her 
leash. I scouted the creekbed for two trees the right distance apart. 
Here we could have the best of everything, open air, exposure, 
bondage, discipline, scenery, forcible sex.
	Then I found them. I could touch them with the fingertips of 
outspread hands. They were slender, but more than strong enough to 
share her weight. I went back and got her.
	I stood her between the trees and stretched her arms up. I tilted 
her and tied her right hand high over her head to one tree. Then I 
stretched up the left hand until she was on tip toes and tied it. She 
didn't have long to balance on teetering toes. I grabbed her right ankle 
and pulled it up and toward the sapling. When I lifted her left foot, she 
sagged into her bonds and I tied her ankle to the tree to complete her 
hanging.
	I found I could swing her in the air by pushing on one tree and 
then the other. It was fascinating to watch her sway in the air. I found 
out she could swing in the air by herself when I goosed her and her 
reaction set her to swaying between the saplings. She was going to be 
one swinging girl by the time I let her down.
	"You've been quite the slut, haven't you," I addressed her as she 
hung, looking in the direction of my belt, "Blowing drunks, fucking 
strangers and letting truck drivers stare at your pussy."
	"I did it all, master," she replied, not without a hint of 
satisfaction.
	"And you know sluts get punished," I said evenly.
	"I can't help myself. I am a slut. I'll have to take my 
punishment," she said.
	Open air punishment in her precarious position had her at a 
fever pitch. Her nipples were so tight I was surprised I couldn't hear 
them crunching in their vibrant hardness. She was ready to go off at the 
merest touch. Her cunt must have been like a swamp.
	Oh yes. This called for my most inspired pieces. I didn't want 
to open the cuts on her ass with a switch, but there were so many 
opportunities at hand better than that. First off, we were by a stream. It 
was a cold running stream and a handfull on her back made her lunge 
in her bonds as if she had been whipped. I sprinkled her a few more 
times as she waved at the whim of the trees she had set in motion. 
Then I got a little more specific.
	With one corner of my handkerchief which I had dipped in the 
stream, I began to play lightly with her nipples. The jerks as I touched 
the cold cloth to the hard nubs were small, but the shocking thing was 
the look of pure lust on her face. It was lust that had gone on to pain 
from the grimace as I teased her nipples. Then I smacked the wet cloth 
across one nipple and she nearly tore the trees down with her reaction.
	She swung wildly, disjointedly, her tits flying in all directions 
as I tried to deliver further little gifts with the wet handkerchief. And 
then I let her swing and sway down to stillness again.
	I plotted my next move before I moved behind her to give her a 
little preview of coming attractions. She wasn't tied where she was by 
accident. I knew her legs had to be about four inches longer to raise her 
cunt to a convenient level for me to fuck her. And that's where she was 
tied- about four inches off the ground. I rubbed my cock up and down 
her slit to get it harder and then found I had her positioned perfectly as 
I drove my cock up her cunt.
	I let her think this was the big fuck for a while and amused 
myself by the way the trees kept bringing her back each time I thrust 
her away. Then I pulled out of her to her squeal and went to get my 
supplies.
	I saw a wild rose bush coming in and I clipped off a sprig to 
use. It was alive with tiny, scratchy thorns and they weren't likely to 
break off as I used the sprig on her. I didn't so much switch her with 
the sprig as bring it down and rake it over her skin. But that was 
enough to get the moans flowing from her. It was closer to discomfort 
than pain, but when I expanded my area to back and thighs we got a 
nice flinching and wiggling.
	Then it was time for the big fuck. I stepped up and put my dick 
back in her and thrust as hard as I could to see how much I could make 
her swing with my dick. The answer was too hard to stand there when 
she came back. Her return swing nearly knocked me off my feet and I 
stumbled back, even dropping my cock out of her cunt. I stuck it back 
in and tried again, only this time I moved back a little before she 
returned. 
	That was it! The tree gave me a great beginnig on a fuck as it 
drove her back onto my cock. Then I reached between her legs and 
dragged the rose sprig between her thighs and over her mound. There 
was pussy coming from everywhere when I did that. She ouched and 
screamed and wriggled and swung all over my dick.
	There was no mistaking that she was hot. Her cunt was pouring 
out so much steaming sauce that it was dripping off my balls. I made 
plunger noises every time I thrust my cock in and out of her hot juice 
maker. And when I slapped the rose sprig across her tits, I sent her to 
orgasm heaven.
	Feeling her tremble and spasm on my dick as she came, I tore 
the sprig in two and, ignoring my own pain, grabbed her tits with the 
sprigs in my hands. I clamped down and pulled her to me as I smacked 
wetly against the lips of her cunt. That set off a whole round of 
twisting, twitching, swinging and struggling as she reacted to the pain, 
came again and was buffeted through the air both by my cock splitting 
open her cunt and the resilient saplings she hung from.
	For my part, she had never moved her butt quite so much when 
I had fucked her and the gripping spasms of her orgasms had never 
been any tighter or reoccurring any closer together. As I approached my 
own orgasm, I slid a hand down to her pubes. Raking the rose 
remnants over her pussylips and clit sent her into another shuddering 
orgasm and I jerked her back hard as I drove my cock hard into her 
soft center. 
	It took me a couple of more seconds to come as I wildly dog-
hunched her butt. And as I did, I rammed into her for all I was worth. 
This time I grabbed her tight and let the trees knock me off my feet 
with their recoil. I hung pumping out my seed and the addition of my 
weight to her bondage squeezed yet another orgasm from my slave.
	She spasmed and I spurt through our climax and I somehow 
regained my feet in the midst of it all. I gave her a few more thrusts to 
make sure I couldn't come any more and then pulled my cock out of 
her and jammed it in her ass before it got too soft.
	"Don't think I forgot anything," I told her.
	It was only a symbolic warning after the cataclysmic orgasm 
we had, but it gave her something to ponder. My hardon quickly 
deflated and fell out of her ass and I went about letting her down- 
wrists first.
	It was a pretty position and I considered leaving her that way, 
but instead I filed it for use later and untied her ankles. The stockings 
were shot. I had her take them off and also put her heels in the pocket 
of her coat. I left the garter belt on. I liked the frame of color around 
her ass and pussy. Then I pulled her up and pointed up the creek bed.
	We were walking towards civilization and I wanted her to feel 
the danger that she would walk naked onto a stranger. It was a real 
possibility and someone off the path in the wood would likely be a 
person ready to torment a naked women they found in the park. 
	That would be a fine line to walk. The idea of a stranger 
carrying on the punishment was an exciting idea, but I had to weight 
the possibility of a real bad actor wanting to go too far. I decided to 
deal with the danger by taunting her with it.
	"I guess I'll be able to stop him if he wants to cut off your tits 
or something," I said, trying to sound unsure of myself, "As long as he 
doesn't come after me first."
	At one point I thought I heard rustling in the bushes, but no one 
showed. It was time to stop her anyway and I stood on a rock in the 
creek and made her kneel in front of me in the water.
	"Well, take it out and get it ready," I told her with irritation in 
my voice.
	She obeyed meekly, opening my pants and taking out my dick. 
She rolled her eyes up at me and sucked it into her mouth. She 
watched for indications of pleasure as she moved her tongue back and 
forth under my cock, but I was careful that the only positive feedback 
she got was my cock coming erect under her ministrations. 
	"Enough play!" I rebuked her sternly, "Suck it like your ass 
depends on it. It does."
	She kept her eyes locked on mine, only squinting with the 
discomfort of my cock bumping the back of her throat. I was glad that 
I had cum so hard before, or she would have made this scene a brief 
one with the way she applied herself to her cocksucking. As it was I 
got to enjoy her efforts for some time.
	About halfway through this blowjob I realized that I wasn't the 
only one enjoying her efforts. A movement off to the side caught my 
attention and I peered out of the corner of my eye. There were others at 
the creek. But they weren't about to become her tormentors. I was 
afraid that if they even knew I had spotted them they would run. They 
were about 11.
	For some reason that was a better spice to the day than any of 
my fantasies. I could imagine coming on such a scene when I was 11 
and my libido fed off the excitement I imagined was coursing through 
those boys. Of course, getting a blow job while I was imagining did its 
part. And it part was to jog me into action.
	"It's time for your examination," I told her, "stand up."
	The boys were off to the right, so I only had to tilt her a little 
that way for them to have a clear view of this naked lady. I shook her 
nipples to make her tits swing and then I hefted them. Her shaved cleft 
was already on display, but I knew the boys would want to see more.
	"What are you hiding down there?" I asked, pointing to her 
crotch.
	She caught my meaning immediately and put her foot up on the 
rock I was standing on. I don't think I really heard a gasp, but it was a 
vivid imagining. They weren't going to be able to see any more than 
that, so I didn't spend any time on her cunt. I spent the time calculating 
the best position to put her in for the boys to see my dick slide in and 
out of her.
	I finally came to the conclusion that it wasn't important. They 
were going to be overwhelmed by the overall without any need for the 
specific. And they weren't going to get that good a look from 15 feet 
anyway. I did try to shave that a little by directing my slave to the bank 
nearer them.
	She may have thought my lack of window dressing strange, but 
it wasn't her job to protest. I simply put her on her hands and knees 
sideways to the audience and then got down and stuck my cock in her 
ass.
	I wasn't particularly rough, but I wasn't particularly gentle 
either. Once I got the little brown pucker caving in, I pushed and 
pushed again to slide my prick past the protesting sphincter. Even 
without the window dressing, this was the right direction. Little 
periodic grunts of pain or surprise let me know I was keeping her 
attention as my cock jerked its way into her bottom.
	When I got close enough, I rammed in to slap against her ass. 
When I gave her that final shove, she loosed a gutteral cry halfway 
between a sigh of relief and a grunt of lust. I was taking her the way 
she liked. Nothing but male member taking its pleasure from her. Hard 
flesh invading her as it liked. Her submission to the invasion, her tacit 
approval of the impalement furnishing her the kink that made it run.
	The idea I was performing for children stayed in my mind, but 
faded to the back as I drove balls deep into her ass. They needed it, she 
needed it and I was getting it. And my getting it became my main 
concern as I was seduced by the hot grip of her ass.
	After all, this master-slave thing was her kink. I'll admit it didn't 
disgust me either, but I did it for her. On the other hand, her tight, hot, 
dry asshole would have been anybody's kink. It grabbed me the way 
you like it and it held me the way you want it. It was tough pushing 
and simply marvelous pulling out. And the way she yipped and 
moaned as I rammed it up her ass made it a totally fulfilling experience.
	As I reached the fulfilling part, all the other things came 
flooding back. It would be a shame to waste the fact that she had been 
performing for the kids and it would be a shame to waste the fun of 
watching her interact with the little dickens. I leaned forward and 
whispered in her ear.
	"Where?" came the immediate reply and I pointed to the bushes 
where they were concealed.
	I bet they weren't as happy right then as they had been because 
they were caught. There was no good cover behind them and no where 
to go.
	I let her perform the child abuse. As long as we could say we 
didn't know they were there, it was on them. But it was about to 
become some sort of sex abuse of these tender youths.
	"I see you there," she said sternly, pulling away from me and 
standing up, "Now get your little peeping asses out here."
	They must have been pretty well-mannered boys in general, 
because they obeyed her. They slunk out of their hiding place with 
their eyes cast down.
	"Oh, don't want to look now," she chided, "Afraid it bites?"
 	They both slowly raised their eyes, raking them up over the 
naked woman at close range. When they got to her face she was 
smiling.
	"Now you're going to stand here and watch with us knowing 
it," she said and turned back to me.
	She took her coat and threw it on the ground and guided me 
down onto it. Kneeling down on the side opposite the boys, she looked 
at them as she lowered her mouth onto my still-hard cock.
	"Mmmpffm," she said after a moment, and with a chuck from 
her elbow, added, "MmmMMppffff!"
	"That means I'm supposed to tell you what she's doing and how 
it feels," I said looking at them watching her every move intently.
	"Well, now she's running her tongue all over it in her mouth," I 
said, "It feels real good."
	"Oh yeaah!" I sighed as she slid her lips down taking me nearly 
to the root, "Now that feels like sliding down a warm tunnel to 
candyland."
	The kids grimaced at my choice of a little kid's game, but it 
didn't break their concentration on her mouth moving up and down my 
dick. I let her further attempts to swallow me whole go without 
comment. When she started concentrating on the top half, however, I 
went on with the commentary.
	"Mmmmm- she's sucking on it now," I sighed, "It's an 
incredible feeling to have her hot mouth pulling on my dick."
	"Look at her hand burrowing in my pants," I told them, "she's 
got my balls and she stroking them real gentle. That's real nice when 
she's sucking me like that."
	Then the blow job got too heated for more commentary. She 
started bobbing up and down on my cock with a purpose and I started 
gasping as she sucked my cum up from my balls in stages. I could feel 
my spunk rise up my cock like the sap of a Maple tree in springtime. I 
knew she wanted it and I was willing to let her take it. I lay back and 
let her work to drive me up and over the crest.
	She was trying to turn my cock into a chromeless bumper hitch 
the way she sucked on the head as she pumped her fist up and down 
the shaft below. And when the first spurt came, she opened her mouth 
and tipped her head back. She let me paint her face with a couple of 
spurts and then closed down on me again. She finished me and then 
some with more sucking, reverting to her attempts to swallow me 
whole and I struggled to keep coming- forever if possible.
	She was grinning up at the lads when I finally gathered enough 
breath to say, "That was a blow job, boys, but I'm afraid you'll be lucky 
to get one that good once in your life. Most women just don't like 
doing the whole job. You'll probably get something like it, but it won't 
be quite that complete or quite that good."
	I figured that was a pretty good curse to leave these kids with. I 
looked at her and she shrugged.
	"Okay. Scat." I told them and they scampered off like roaches 
into the woodwork.
	After they left she looked up and asked, "How long did you 
know they were there?"
	It wasn't a question to be allowed, but I just noted it for later 
punishment and answered, "While you were kneeling in the creek. But 
of course it was no concern of yours."
	I think she had forgotten for a moment her position this 
weekend. I pretended to consider, but was really listening to the woods 
around us. It was quiet enough for me.
	"Well, I guess we head back now. Get going," I told her and 
pushed her up.
	After her initial mental shrug at her nakedness, she became 
occupied with finding safe places to put her bare feet as she stumbled 
up the trail. It was a threat I had made many times, but today we were 
going to do it. She was going to go back, get in the car and leave just 
as naked as she was. I was considering taking her home and making 
her walk in the house in the same condition.
	She paused a moment at the edge of the wood, but I smacked 
her on the rump and gave her a push out into the sunlight. Then I saw 
the reason for her hesitation. Some teenagers had pulled in and were 
lounging around their car, probably smoking dope. I gave her another 
little shove ahead.
	"Walk normal," I warned her, "Walk normal or I will lock you 
out of the car, and I will offer you to any of them that want you."
	She was a good girl. She even walked a little slower than 
normal to the car, which was about 20 feet from the teens. There was a 
stir around their car as they saw us, but after they determined we 
weren't going to bust them, the boys just stared while the girls frowned. 
She milked it a little, opening her legs rather more than necessary 
getting in the car and pausing in her spread position before closing the 
car door.
	"What do you bet the guys come alone for a long time now?" I 
asked as we drove off.
	This time the truckers got a better look. The only thing I put 
back on her was the leash. But I wasn't slowing down to show her off 
either. This time they just saw a guy driving a naked woman on a leash 
by them. I didn't even tell her to put her feet on the dash and lean back 
to give them a better look.
	I was weighing the problems a naked parade across our lawn 
might cause and the real chance of a problem arising. Her reputation 
would take the big hit. It would be a kind of forever blot that would 
spread through the neighborhood like a brush fire in Southern 
California. I knew that danger would weight heavily on her when I told 
her to get out of the car.
	The danger was more immediate than I had bargained for. I 
forgot about driving into the neighborhood with her naked in the 
passenger seat. But that danger turned into the thrill of deception as we 
passed several neighbors without their noticing anything. It lent her a 
braggadocio when I ordered her out of the car.
	That only faded when I made her stand at the door just long 
enough for her to begin to feel the paranoia. I was supposedly 
fumbling with the keys, but I was really waiting for her confidence to 
fade. I wanted that feeling back when I took her in the house and 
continued her week-end.
	She betrayed her nervousness with quick darting looks left and 
right as I made her stand on the steps. She was jumpy enough to want 
to push by me when the door swung open.
	"Now, now, now, Rover, wait until master gets in and follow 
him," I scolded her.
	I fed her then, putting the bowl on the floor of course. When 
she had finished, I let her put her head in my lap and nuzzle my dick. I 
even let her suck on it a while, knowing it was going to do her no good. 
I might get it up later, but it had been a pretty active morning for 
me. It was like a favor for my good dog.
	"Good girl," I praised as I patted her on the head, "master is 
planning a treat for you, good girl."
	I looked at the clock- it was about time to put up the bar again. 
I told her to stay and went in to put it up. I gave her an extra link this 
time so she could stand flat-footed. She was going to be standing there 
for a long time.
	She was sitting on her haunches in the corner obediently. I 
immediately thought of taking her out to go to the bathroom. It was too 
light out. I would let her go inside this time, but I noted the idea- it 
could come in handy later.
	That little necessity out of the way, I put her in the cuffs.
	"Doesn't master want me to suck him until he's ready?" she 
asked.
	"I don't know if you would be able to stand any more than I 
have planned," I cautioned her, "If I were you I wouldn't risk adding 
anything by implying the master doesn't know what he is doing."
	"I am sorry it came out that way, master," she answered 
quickly, "I am stupid. But I only wanted to help."
	I swatted her ass.
	"Better wait until you're asked to talk," I warned, "Now you're 
saying I need your help."
	She shut right up and hung her head, rolling her eyes up to look 
at me past her brows with a penitent look. It was no matter, I was 
going to incorporate it in the story. Her contrition wasn't going to 
change a thing. Except that I wouldn't have to paddle her for insolence 
right now.
	The sandpaper-covered ping pong paddle was ready, but I 
wanted everything in the right order as I had thought it out. This was 
the time for demeaning graffiti.
	"Since you seem to be developing amnesia of your station and 
the rules of good conduct, I guess we better find a way to remind you," 
I told her sternly.
	I had her most whorish red lipstick in my hand. I turned it up 
out of the barrel and drew a circle around a nipple. I did the other 
nipple and then drew bigger circles around her breasts. She watched 
me looking puzzled and interested. Then I wrote across her chest: 
'Whore's Tits'. I said it slowly as I wrote, so she would know the words 
emblazoned on her body. Then I drew a line from her belly into her 
slot. She jerked when the lipstick ran over her clit and over her hole. I 
added the sides of an arrow and wrote: Whore's slot.
	Then I went behind her. This was where I was going to put the 
art. I started just above her buttocks and drew a circle around her 
whole butt. Then I drew another inside and another inside that. I held 
her ass open and printed 'Bulls' on the inside of one cheek and 'Eye' on 
the other. Then I lipsticked her asshole like a tiny mouth. Above it all I 
wrote: 'Target Enforcement Area'.
	"Open your ass as wide as you can," I instructed as I aimed the 
camera at my artwork.
	I had to have a record of this. I was pretty proud of the display. 
She looked like a rape victim except for the smile.
	I imagine she figured I had marked the parts I would use. She 
was probably thinking I was going to enforce her target area. It was a 
logical assumption. It was a false assumption.
	If she had thought longer, she would have known I didn't need 
any of this dressing to paddle her and then fuck her. If I wanted that I 
would just start spanking her ass and then stick my dick in her. I was 
playing more of a game than that.
	I walked out of the room without comment. Hanging there, she 
deserved all the courtesy of a side of beef. I needed to intercept a 
doorbell. I had decorated her for Jerry. I would fuck her later, but he 
was going to take over for a while on the continuation of fuck a 
stranger day.
	Except Jerry wasn't really a stranger. He came over with the 
guys to watch football from time to time and she knew him by sight 
and probably by name. But she was ignorant of anything else about 
him. Certain details were going to be revealed to her tonight, however. 
Like the size of his cock.
	I knew it would be more embarrassing for her to fuck someone 
she knew, even slightly, in her own home than it was the strangers in 
Dugan's this afternoon. I added the window dressing to get that feeling 
flowing right from the start. It was one thing to share this secret 
between us, it was another to have it seen by people she would have to 
see again. Especially marked the way she was.
	Jerry had been briefed in the basics and I would be handling the 
rest. We grinned at each other when I let him in. She was hanging with 
her back to the door so the first view Jerry had was of the big bullseye 
on her butt. 
	"That sure is a slutty looking woman, huh," I said to Jerry.
	"Looks real inviting," Jerry said and she tried to whip around 
and see who was speaking.
	"What's the matter?" I asked as she tried to look over her 
shoulder, "Horny already?"
	Her mouth opened and worked several times, but she stopped 
each time apparently afraid of saying the wrong thing. She didn't 
realize it wasn't going to make any difference. Jerry was going to 
paddle her and I was going to sit in front of her and ask her how it felt 
no matter what she did.
	"Or are you shy about people knowing what kind of slut you 
really are?" I asked.
	That struck the chord. Being the toy took on a kind of reality it 
had not had before. She was being submitted to something she wasn't 
ready to do. At least it wasn't something she was sure of. This really 
felt dangerous.
	"I'm your slut, master," she said mechanically.
	"She usually has more sincerity," I told Jerry, "Maybe showing 
off painted like a whore has become routine for her."
	I picked up the ping pong paddle and walked by her so she 
could see it. I threw it to Jerry.
	"Maybe she'll liven up if you warm her up," I told him.
	I pulled up a chair to sit in front of her and saw she was 
frantically surveying my face. I think she was trying to make some sort 
of pleading connection. I know she was searching for some 
reassurance. She may have been ready to try and pull the plug on this 
little weekend.
	"They all know you're a slut now!" I grinned as I stared back at 
her, trying to keep my face an unreadable mask while feeding her the 
facts to make a good decision, "I guess we'll be piercing those nipples 
soon."
	That last was a comment about her feeling about publicity. She 
wanted to have clip-on pierced nipples- ones that were pierced while 
we were playing submission games and went back to normal the rest of 
the time. And in the same way it said: decide whether you want to play 
or not. This is humiliation- take it or leave it.
	Anger? A flash of anger at her master? I had come close to 
seriously injuring her on Friday- to her delight. This weekend of 
slavery was her idea. She wanted to go beyond the 'game' and have me 
make it real. She was going to get real. Real hard if she didn't go with 
the flow.
	All this took only the  few seconds it took for Jerry to raise the 
ping pong paddle and bring it down on the lipsticked target. Her eyes 
flew wide-all other emotion being wiped away by the sudden fire 
struck in her behind. She managed to gulp as he pulled his arm back 
again.
	"Oh god! that hurts!" she whined as his arm brought the paddle 
down again.
	"Shut up," I soothed, and encouraged Jerry with a jerk of my 
head.
	"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow," she yipped as she danced around 
her little circle on tiptoes, trying to skip out of the way of the blows.
	Her butt was turning as red as the lipstick. I could see the 
broad, red splotches as she twisted and turned under the falling blows. 
Jerry was doing his job to perfection.
	I gave him the nod he was waiting for after a while and he 
stopped. Both of them were looking to me now, but only one set of 
eyes was red-rimmed and tear-stained. And only one was still shaking 
with left-over sobs.
	I let that one down. Still holding her leather cuffed hands, I 
gave her the instructions.
	"That was a very good spanking, wasn't it?" I asked and pulled 
at her wrists until she nodded in agreement.
	"I want to congratulate Jerry for spanking you so well. I want 
you to go over and give him just the best blowjob in the whole world. 
Don't embarrass me by being half-hearted," I told her and spun her 
around to face Jerry.
	This was really the crux of the evening. She would either 
meekly go over and blow Jerry or she would start causing trouble and 
ruin the whole thing. It was such a small difference to blowing the guy 
in Dugan's. I meant it to be spicy, but I didn't think she would rebel as 
much as she had.
	Had. I don't think the rational part that objected was in control 
any more. The lust had crept into her eyes with the tears and she was 
the dirty slut now. She knelt before Jerry and pulled down his zipper. 
When she reached in, I stopped her with a sharpening of my command.
	"No, no, no, take his clothes off of him first," I told her.
	She remained on her knees and undid his belt to lower his 
pants.
	"Shoes first, stupid," I scolded her, "and kiss his feet for being 
foolish."
	She undid the shoes- one at a time and had him lift each foot in 
turn to slip them off. She followed the same routine with his socks. 
Then she bent her face to the floor and kissed his feet. I saw the bulge 
appear in Jerry's pants as she ran her tongue around his toes. Naked 
foot-kissing women are a powerful aphrodisiac for most guys.
	When she had treated both feet to a tongue-bath, she lowered 
his pants and then his jockeys. He was certainly at the ready, dick 
swinging proud in front of him, when she stood to undo his shirt 
buttons. She pulled off the shirt and he was naked in front of her.
	She sank slowly to her knees, rather than slower than 
necessary. I think she was surveying Jerry as she went down. She 
fondled his throbbing prick for a moment and then took him in her 
mouth. Jerry was grinning from ear to ear. He had been studying her as 
she studied him, but now he was just losing himself in the luxurious 
heat of  her mouth.
	And she was obviously losing herself in playing the game. Her 
sucking was probably pretty good to Jerry, but it certainly was putting 
on a show for me. It was a live sex show with my favorite actress. I 
had to remind myself not to let her go too far.
	"Okay, okay, that's enough of a congratulation," I told her as 
his thrusting into her mouth became a little too serious. "Come over 
here."
	She obeyed immediately, getting on her feet and stepping 
towards me. I led her to the bed and chained her ankles to the foot. I 
left her hands free since there wasn't much she could do with her legs 
spread in that position.
	"I think we should test Jerry's markmanship before we 
congratulate him any more, " I said and stepped aside for Jerry to take 
his place.
	It was an easy hint with her butt painted the way it was. Jerry 
crawled up behind her and loomed over her, his cock finding the 
lipstick-red bullseye. With her legs so far apart, she couldn't even help 
as he pushed forward and drove his cock into her asshole. Her hands 
clawed at the bedclothes. It was all she could do as he sank inch by 
inch past the protesting sphincter.
	I was proud of Jerrry's proficiency in drilling her. There was no 
hesitation, no mercy despite her struggles. I don't know if he 
understood the game or was just naturally ruthless, but he was as 
inevitable as taxes driving his cock up her hole.
	"Damn," I congratulated Jerry while addressing her, "You're 
going to have to fuck him nice for him scoring a bullseye like that. He's 
right in on the first try and you ought to reward him."
	Of course she was as able to reward him as she was to avoid 
him. I suppose she could have squeezed her cheeks on him, but I was 
only badgering her about her helplessness. Jerry was badgering the rest 
of her.
	There was no longer any trace of the hesitating woman in her. 
That timid one had been driven off by the lust of her pain and was 
being kept at bay by the degradation of this servitude. She wasn't just 
having an orgasm, she was an orgasm, twisting and whining beneath 
him on the bed.
	Leaving her hands free was an inspiration, I noted. Her ankles 
kept her fixed in the vulnerable position and no amount of flinging her 
hands about or clawing at the bedclothes was going to change it. It did 
give her magnificent access to pointless struggle, however.


	Jerry was grinning when he climbed off her. He seemed to have 
enjoyed his little scene and he added an amused chuckle to his smile 
when he looked down at himself and saw the remnants of her lipstick 
bullseye that had transferred to his crotch and belly. We were a pretty 
nasty pair and Jerry must have really felt adventurous having come to 
play our kinky games with us.
	"She will want to thank you properly for that," I told him, "But 
I guess you'd like to clean up now."
	I knew Jerry wasn't me. He would think of his job as over for a 
while. He wasn't conditioned to the ever voracious need of my 
slave/wife. But that was the beauty of sharing her with a friend. He 
could go shower and I could take over.
	"You will wear the cuffs because I think Jerry likes them," I 
told her as I released her ankles from the end of the bed, "And you will 
be our pet. Our pet pussy, to be exact. You know how a cat acts. You 
will be a cat in heat."
	She picked up the game quickly. She didn't try to rise, but 
slithered off the bed onto her hands and knees and followed me across 
the bedroom that way. When we got to the living room, I showed her 
the litter box.
	"You're our pussy. This is pussy's bathroom." I told her.
	She digested that information without a show of emotion. I 
thought I had come up with a good one.
	She was walking around and around on her hands and knees, 
rubbing her head against my leg when Jerry came back. He was 
wearing one of my bathrobes and he pointed with a question on his 
face at her.
	"She's our pussy," I said simply, "Our little pet will play quietly 
until we want to use her."