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What happens when the Meter Man comes to visit... :wickly teasing grin::
The meter man
Where to start on telling this story? I mean, I am a successful woman, I make a better than average income and even help out in volunteer groups. I guess that is what makes this so crazy in a way, not exactly something you would expect from someone like me.But, the seeds were there I suppose. I had recently broken up with my husband of 5 years. We parted as friends, there was no big battle in court over the TV or anything, we sold the huge house as neither of us wanted it for just ourselves and there were no kids to wrangle about the custody.
With my part of the house sale, I had bought a small one story house with a basement. The basement was almost as large as the house and I loved it. Basements had always been my favorite part of the house, a place that was so unlike the rest of the house, dark, with small spaces and stored stuff that was always fun to rummage through. And in the summer, it was always cooler in the basement. So when I went looking for a new house, I made sure I had a basement.
Now, this might seem a bit of an odd way to start, but the basement plays a significant part in the story. You see, last Halloween, I had helped out with the local Haunted House (told you I volunteered). One of the scenes they decided to do was a vampire draining the blood of a woman who was chained to a pole, kinda like the natives sacrificing a virgin to the local dragon or whatever their version of the boogie monster was.
Well, as fate would have it, I was picked for the helpless woman. Now, for safety’s sake, the chains had a quick release that was hidden from the view of the audience and I had to practice getting out of them quickly. Even had to show the Fire Marshall that I could before he would give okay for that scene. The scene was a hit. Dracula would come jump out, scare the audience a bit, drink his fill to get ready for the next victim and start heading for the audience just as the lights faded.
This was all fine and dandy, save for one thing. Being in those chains, even though I could get out of them in a flash, left me so horny. And it didn’t help that the guy they had playing Dracula was quite the looker as well. Now, you must understand, my husband and I had a decent sex life. We ended our marriage because it wasn’t going anywhere. Nothing particularly wrong with our marriage, but nothing particularly right either. It was just at a dead end. So we went off our own separate ways and still talk to each other every now and then. I don’t regret marrying him and I don’t regret divorcing him.
But after each night in that Haunted House, I had to masturbate before I could go to sleep. Anyway, the Haunted House finally ended, we had a big Halloween Party and things returned to normal. But for one thing. I kept thinking about the effect of being chained up had on me. After a month of trying to banish those thoughts from my head and failing, I decided to go do some research and see if I could figure out why it had turned me on and what could be done about it.
The Internet was my first stop. And boy, was that an education! I didn’t want to jump in that badly. But it still haunted me. So I thought about it for a few weeks before deciding what I wanted to do. The answer was to turn my basement into a dungeon of sorts and see what I could arrange in the way of self-bondage. I didn’t want to get caught up in some other idiot’s idea of what it should be like. I wanted to have a bit of experience before I went looking for a partner. No sense getting hooked up with some wacko who really liked to hurt people. If I did a bit of self-bondage, at least I would have a basis of where to start.
Well, when I decide to do something, I do it all the way. Within a few weeks, I had the basement all decked out with a few frames, horses, chains, ropes, manacles, leather and even a few whips. And that doesn’t even start on the collection of sex toys I started. Butt plugs and vibrators of all sizes and models, vibrating and non-vibrating, nipple clamps, clit clamps, chastity belts, you name it, I probably had it or something similar.
You might think that this is a pretty big investment for something I hadn’t even tried out yet. Well, money has never been a problem for me. I make a good living, invest wisely and don’t foolishly spend money and I have an eye for a good bargain.
Within a month, the dungeon was complete. And then I was kinda stuck. What did I really want to do with it? It was a masterpiece and almost looked like a torture chamber out of the Middle Ages. Without the Iron Maiden though. Thoughts of being tied up to the frame and sexually used made me shiver with excitement. But, there was a problem with that picture, it was missing the someone to do the tying.
Well, more time went by and I was no nearer to a solution on that one. I had read what I could find on self-bondage, but there seemed to be something missing. I knew what it was, a Master to dominate me, use me, possess me. But, you have to admit, asking someone if he was willing to tie me up and dominate me isn’t the usual thing that comes up in day-to-day conversation.
Then one Friday, everything changed. I was home on vacation and being totally lazy, had only dressed in this silk bathrobe and matching chemise. The colors were perfect for me, a dark grey with a Japanese-style floral print. The chemise covered me, but only if I stood up. If I bent over in any way, my ass was on display for anyone to see. The robe was a bit longer, going to just below the middle of my thigh with these long flowing sleeves. It was comfortable and silk, I loved it.
That was the day the meter man chose to come read the meter. It took me a moment to recover from my shock, it was the young man from the Halloween House who was Dracula. What was worse was my furious blush when I realized how I was dressed and how he was staring at me. From his height, he got a good look down my chemise and my cleavage.
I was about to say something when I caught the look in his eyes. There was something hungry lurking behind those beautiful blue eyes, something that wanted to devour me and possess me. Awkwardly, I invited him in, only to realize that the meter was down in the basement. Horror almost rooted me to the spot as he walked in realizing I would have to show him my dungeon.
I tried to form the words for an excuse, something to make him go away but they won’t make it past my throat. A part of me didn’t want him to leave, that part lost in his eyes and the hunger behind them.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” he finally said, “I am here to read the meter.”
With an effort, I pulled myself out of his eyes, “The meter? Oh, yes, of course. It’s down in the basemen,” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them. Now there was no way I could avoid showing him the dungeon. I was so embarrassed and yet also eager to see his reaction to it.
So, with a bit of adrenaline pumping, I lead him down to the basement, ever so conscious of his eyes on my back, hungry eyes devouring my every move. I lead him through the dungeon, not even glancing at anything, as if it were common place in anyone’s basement.
Silently, he went over to the meter and took his reading. I breathed a small sigh of relief that he hadn’t said anything. My mind worked furiously trying to come up with an excuse but was still coming up with zero, embarrassment I think was playing a large part in my inability to think. Had I some warning, I could have covered everything in sheets, made it look like old furniture or something. But now, there was no turning back.
I turned to lead him out, thinking I was safe, that if he was going to say something, he would have said it on the first pass through. Oddly relieved and disappointed at the same time. He hadn’t even glanced at anything. I was wrong. In the middle he stopped and said, “Strange.”
I would feel the tension building in the air, somehow I knew that I was no longer in control of the situation. I turned to face him, the stairs suddenly a long way in the distance. “What?” I asked, proud that I had kept the quaver out of my voice.
He picked up a quirt, eying it, “Everything here seems to be unused.” He glanced over at me, “Unusual for a woman dressed like a slut.”
“Now just a minute,” I started to protest, trying to ignore the heat his words had sparked in my pussy. “Who do you think you are...”
“Silence, wench,” he commanded, raising his voice just a little bit.
My eyes went wide with surprise, at him or myself I couldn’t tell, but I shut up.
He started walking towards me. I took a step back, then another, my eyes glued on him. For a wild moment it almost seemed as if he was a vampire, cornering his young victim. I came to a stop when I backed into something hard. A quick glance around told me I had backed into one of the frames, a look at him confirmed that I was now exactly where he wanted me.
Nervously, I licked my lips, “N-now, just a m-minute here,” I started to say. “Silence, slut,” he told me again. Those predatory eyes bored into mine, claiming me. I shivered at the intensity and a soft moan escaped me as the wetness in my pussy increased.
He leaned close to me, trapping me between the frame and his perfect body, “Seems to me, you have a fantasy you want fulfilled, one started back in October, a dark desire to be used by someone else for pleasure, to be powerless to stop what is happening to you. Is this true?” he whispered into my ear.
I was shivering uncontrollably now, my tits were hard and erect, straining against the silk I was wearing. I wanted so desperately to tell him “no”, “that I’m not that type of girl” but I found myself saying “yes. Oh, please, yes.”
His hand moved to caress my breasts through the silk. I moaned uncontrollably at the touch, my knees going weak, wanting his hands to go elsewhere, wanting them to stay where they were. “Then there are a few rules first. The first one is that you call me Sir or Master, whichever is easiest for you. The second is that if I start doing something you can’t take, then you let me know and I will stop. Your safety word is Dracula. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I moaned raggedly. There was a delay of a few seconds before he twisted my nipple, making me cry out, “Yes, what?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I quickly answered, “oh yes, sir, please sir.” I found myself thrusting my breast into his hands, wanting his caress.
“Then strip your clothes slut. Or I shall be forced to cut them off you,” he commanded and then took a few steps back to watch me obey his orders.
Trembling, I unwrapped the robe and let it fall to my feet. Taking a deep breath, I pulled the chemise up over my head. Heat stirred inside as I bared my body to him. With a small whimper I dropped the chemise to the floor to land in a heap on the robe. I shivered as his hungry eyes devoured my nakedness. Shock and embarrassment were foremost in my mind. I was standing naked before a man I hardly knew.
Within moments, I was naked, my clothes in a pile on the floor at my feet. His hungry eyes looked me over, devouring my pert breasts and very erect nipples, down my flat stomach to my pussy and the juices I was sure were dripping down my legs by now.
“Not bad for a divorced house wife. Too bad for your ex he didn’t explore your desires,” then he smiled a predatory grin that made my legs weak. He must have noticed my trembling because the next thing I knew, he was fastening me to frame I had bumped against. Within minutes with no resistance, I found myself spread-eagle on the frame, my pussy, ass and tits totally exposed to him. I guess it was the final strap that pulled me out of my shock as I started struggling against the bonds. My struggles became a bit frantic as I realized I was truly trapped and helpless.
He pushed his body against mine, I could feel the hard muscle underneath and my heart skipped a beat. This was silly, I told myself, you are acting like a schoolgirl. That might be, I answered, but this schoolgirl has never been this horny before.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” his tongue licking the side of my neck. To be helpless, unable to stop my advantages, wanting me to take you, to fuck you? Wanting to surrender yourself to me?”
Moaning and shivering, I found I couldn’t talk, I was breathing too fast. Fantasy was becoming reality too fast. I should have called a stop to it then and there, but for the first time I had a Master, I was truly helpless and I was loving it. Every sensation, from his breath to his touch to his tongue on my neck was intensified ten-fold if not more.
“When I ask a question, slut, I expect an answer,” he said suddenly twisting my nipple. I gasped from the pain as it pulled me back from my thoughts, “Y-yes, Sir,” I managed to gasp out as his hand strayed towards my other nipple.
He stepped back a moment to look at his handiwork and no doubt to let me come to some sort of grips with what was happening. My whole body was tingling and the ache in my tits seemed to resonate with the fire in my pussy. Trembling with desire I wanted him to touch me, to send those sparks through my body, I wanted him to take me and I wanted to give myself to him.
In a small corner of my mind I was amazed at my reaction to actually being bound and helpless before a man. These were no Hollywood manacles with a safety catch. There was no way I was getting free unless he undid the straps. Which left me exposed and vulnerable, helpless to fend off any advance he might make on me.
My fantasy was coming true and my sexual inhibitions were crumbling fast. With every passing second it seemed I became more a slut and a whore, wanting, needing sexual attention, any sexual attention.
He must have noticed the transformation growing in me as he stepped closer once again, his body just out of reach. Then, slowly, his fingers touched my clit and I nearly died with the sensation. It felt so good! I found myself straining in the bonds, wanting to get more of his finger, panting with desire and lust.
But he knew how to play the game better than I. Slowly, he moved his fingers, denying me any control over my pleasure. I moaned in frustration, my need growing. Dimly, I was aware of my wetness as he pulled on my clit. That was too much and I groaned loudly, throwing my head back as the sensations set me on the road to an orgasm. I pulled on the restraints, both cursing and blessing my thoroughness on the bonds. But an orgasm was not to be mine. Just as I was about to climax, he let go. My breathing was ragged as I slumped back against the bonds, “No,”I whispered, “please don’t stop.”
“Please don’t stop, what?” I heard whispered in my ear, his breath on my neck sending shivers down my body.
It took a few moments to collect my thoughts, “What you were doing,” I finally managed to gasp out.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” he said.
Alarm bells rang in my head as I realized what he wanted from me. He wanted me to voice my desires, to put my fantasy into words spoken to him. He wanted me to admit I was a slut, that I desired - no, needed - his fingers in my cunt. Doing that would open a whole new door for me in my sex life, but did I want that door opened?
His tongue caressed my neck again, sending shudders of ecstacy through my body. He wanted to fuck me, to take me and possess me, I could tell that. But he also wanted me to surrender to him, to acknowledge the slut and whore he had awoken within me. Part of me just wanted to let him take me, after all, I was powerless to stop him. But it wasn’t just sex he was after or he would have raped me once he had me tied to the frame.
I moaned when I realized what it was. My surrender would keep it from a common act of sex, even rape. And with my surrender, I could let the slut and whore within free and fully plunge into the sexual pleasures he would have me experience.
“Oh, please,” I started to beg, hardly even knowing my decision had been made, “play with my pussy, fuck me, take me, oh please!”
“And your tits?” he asked, one hand moving to cup them, his thumb running over my nipple.
With a moan I managed to say, “Oh please, play with them, suck my tits, do what you want with them, oh please. Just don’t stop!”
That I was begging him to fuck me and use me didn’t faze me, but it should have. Shame and humiliation should have had me demanding that he let me go, but all it did was drive my arousal to higher levels. I wanted to beg and I had a feeling that had I been untied, I would have been on my knees begging him.
Suddenly I cried out and moaned as he rammed this fingers into my slick cunt. He held them there, deeply in my cunt for a few moments and I reveled in the pleasure of my cunt finally filled with something besides a dildo.
“Is this what you want, slut?” he asked, ramming his fingers into me again.
I strained against the bonds, wanting more, wanting to ride those fingers so deep into me, “Yes,” I gasped, “Oh, please, yes!”
Slowly, he pulled out his fingers, only to roughly ram them back in. How many times he did it, I lost count, reveling in the harshness of his thrusts, the sweet torture of my pussy. But it was not to last as he pulled his fingers out all the way. A low moan escaped my throat at the loss, so near was I to cumming. As he held up his sopping wet fingers before me, I knew it was intentional, that he knew I was getting close, “I see you really are a hot little slut. All wet and ripe for the plucking.”
Smearing his fingers over my breasts, he left wet trails of my juices, another moan escaped me at the humiliation. “Well, my little sex slave, I think it is time I found out what preparations you have made for your master.”
I stifled a gasp at his words - master - and bowed my head to hide the blush of shame at the rush of desire his words created in me. He turned away to open up all the drawers with the sex toys I had accumulated, like I said before, I made sure the dungeon was fully equipped. My only dread now was what items he would chose to use on me.
Another rush of horniness went through me as I realized I was totally powerless against any decision he might make. While a shiver went down my back at the thought of his using the nipple clamps I had gotten, a rush of desire also ran through me hoping he would use them.
I was not to be long denied. He made his inspection quickly and returned to my bound form, a few things dangling from his hands. My eyes widened a bit as I got a good look at what he had chosen, the nipple clamps being the least of them.
“Like what you see, pet?” he asked.
Trembling, I tried to speak but found that I couldn’t. He stepped up close to me to whisper in my ear, “I will give you such pleasure. All you need do is surrender yourself to me. Do you understand?”
I nodded and managed to say, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He stepped away from me and walked to stand in front of me with a handful of toys. My eyes widened slightly at I saw that both the nipple and clit clamp were out of their bags. He smiled, “Oh yes, my sweet slut, you will be tasting their pleasures today. For a long time, I assure you.”
He took one of the larger dildos I had and touched the opening of my pussy with it. “Do you want this?” he asked softly.
I swallowed and nodded, knowing that it was the one I seldom used because it was so big. But right now I wanted me to force it into me, to fill my hot cunt and make me moan and scream. He slapped my breast lightly, “Don’t make me repeat myself, slut, do you want this?”
“Y-yes,” I gasped quickly and was rewarded with another slap.
“Yes, what?” came the soft by demanding question.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, whimpering a bit from the slaps to my sensitive breasts.
“Good, now tell me what you want slut,” he commanded, “tell me what you want me to do.”
A soft moan escaped me, realizing what he wanted me to do, to beg him to shove that huge dildo into my cunt. The moment I did that, I knew I would do whatever else he wanted, that the first time to beg would be a decision point. Apparently, he knew it as well as he waited with the end of the huge dildo at the entrance to my cunt. I shook with desire, I wanted it so badly, but I knew this would be a point of no return. Did I really want to leave my boring sex life for this? To have to beg to be fucked, to be fucked without mercy, submitting myself to this man for his sexual pleasure? Did I really want to be used as a sex toy?
I found myself pleading, “Oh, please, Sir, shove that dildo into my hot cunt, shove it in as far and as hard as it can go and fuck me with it, Sir, oh please fuck me with until I scream, I beg you, take me, fuck me, use me!”
He smiled and began thrusting the dildo into me. I groaned as it slowly stretched me and struggled against the ropes as it invaded. More and more it stretched me, filling me. I could feel every part of it in my cunt and still it went deeper. Sobbing, I moaned even more as it still continued to move into me. I whimpered as it went past muscles to spear me deeply. Never before had I been so stretched, so full. Finally, it stopped, the dildo was in and I was its captive.
What I wasn’t ready for was what he did next. He had snagged one of the small stands I had and when the dildo had gone in as far as it could go, he had put the stand underneath to hold it there. My head went back as a wave of pleasure bounced through me, my pussy muscles clenching around the big dildo.
But he wasn’t done with me yet as I hung there panting. He took out another toy, this time a butt plug. I was about to protest but he moved quickly behind me and started pressing the plug into my ass. Any protest was stifled by the sensations as the plug began its invasion of me. I groaned loudly, suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to have the plug deeply in my ass as well.
He didn’t disappoint me. My moans grew louder as the plug filled me, stretching me, making it seem even more because my cunt was already stretched. I could feel the two against each other and I loved it. I gave a loud cry as the widest part of the plug went in and my anus closed around the end. Then, to my dismay and joy, I found that the plug was also attached to a stand to keep it in place.
“This is only the beginning, slut. You want more?” he whispered in my ear.
Sweat was beginning to form on my skin, I moaned at the sensation of both holes filled and stretched. Nothing had ever felt like this. It seemed that the sensations were heightened by the fact that I was helpless to stop him, helpless to prevent him from taking me. Every fiber in the rope holding me I could feel, every breeze he made I felt on my skin. I had never felt so alive before and certainly never this horny. I wanted to hump something and I didn’t really care what it was.
“Oh, yes, please,” I moaned, lost in my pleasure. So lost in my own pleasure, I didn’t see his face of disapproval.
“I am afraid that won’t do. It seems you need a lesson in our relationship. You see, my sweet slut, you are mine. I am your Master. I determine what happens to you. And I expect to be properly addressed, slut,” he said sternly.
“I am sorry, Sir, please, it won’t happen again,” I pleaded with him, not wanting him to be angry with me.
His hand caressed my cheek lovingly as he spoke, “Sorry, my sweet, you must take your punishment and learn your lesson.”
And with that, the hand that hadn’t been caressing my cheek suddenly came up and I found him forcing a ball gag into my mouth. I struggled, of course, but it was a lost cause and soon I was gagged, only soft mewls escaping the gag as he secured it behind my head.
I struggled again, my eyes wide open, trying to tell him to take it off. The only thing that did though was move the dildo and plug inside me a bit and I was soon reduced to whimpering and moaning at the sensations.
“Do you begin to see?” he asked, “Do you see that I am your Master now?”
He brought out the clamps and reached for my breast. I struggled frantically now for which he slapped breast again. With a moan I stopped struggling, my breast stinging and yet it was pleasurable as well. He teased my nipples to full hardness, not a difficult task and then took out one of the clamps. I could only watch him as he fastened it to my nipple, the metal clamping down unforgivingly on my tender aroused tit.
A loud moan welled from me, a moan of pain and of pleasure too. He had not been satisfied with invading my cunt and ass, now he was taking the rest, my mouth and now my nipples. The same thing was done with my other tit, he slapped it hardness, noticing what the rough handling had done to my other tit. The next moan was just as loud as the metal bit my tit.
But he wasn’t finished with me yet. He took out yet another clamp and without adieu clamped it to my clit. I tried to scream through the gag, but it only came out as a whimper. Quickly, he clipped the chains together and then stepped back to observe his handiwork.
All I could do was writhe in the bonds, my tits burned, adding fuel to the fire already raging in my pussy and ass. I was floundering in a sea of passion and pleasure with a bit of pain thrown in. But for all my struggling, there was still one thing that was denied me, release.
“Enjoy yourself, my sweet, I have a few other stops to make today, but I will be back to conclude our lesson,” He said as he put on his hat and picked up his took kit.
Again I struggled, trying to talk as he walked up the stairs, leaving me in the basement with only the toys to keep me company. I jerked at the bonds, only to be sent moaning as the dildos did their dirty work. But I kept trying, hoping to get free and prove to myself that he didn’t just leave me here while he went back to his job. But each time I moved, either the dildos or the clamps would get me, making me try to meld with the bondage, to achieve a release. But he had done too good a job and release was forbidden me.
On and on I struggled while the clamps continued to bite and the dildos kept me full. I wanted him to return, so I could beg to please him, beg him to use me, to take me like a slut, a whore. I had never imagined that this would actually have happened in reality, to have it happen now was still a bit unbelievable. But all it took was the bite of the ropes, the fullness of the dildo and the ache of the clamps to convince me that it was really happening.
How long he left me, I don’t know. But it was a long time before he returned. And was ready to fuck anything for release, which I was sure was the intention. Finally, I heard the sound of a van approaching and the door opening. Footsteps entered the house and my heart stopped. It was my ex! I knew those footsteps.
I almost died of embarrassment right then and there, for him to find me like this, how would I explain it? But I was too horny to really worry about that as my mind turned to other questions. What would he do if he found me here, helpless and horny, willing to do anything to get laid?
Helpless and silent in the basement, I could only listen to his footsteps above me. Had the meter man left a note? Was there anything amiss that would lead him down to the basement? The suspense was only adding to my horniness as I heard him stop at the basement door. Was it closed? I couldn’t tell as the evening came early and there was little light in the basement.
Then the basement light clicked on and my arousal suddenly jumped. He was going to come down and see me. Hopefully he would at least untie me so I could get myself off. Even though that wouldn’t be as good as being fucked while still tied up like this, I was so horny I would do it once a hand were free, I didn’t care.
Silence ruled and I thought I heard a footstep going away from the basement. I was about to scream when the footsteps suddenly hit the staircase and started coming down. They stopped at the bottom when I was sure he had a full view of me from behind, my legs spread with a dildo and a butt plug jammed into me held there by a stand and tied to the frame.
He walked around to face me, his eyes widening as he saw the ball gag and the clamps and my obvious arousal dripping down my legs. Silently he took it all in, my vulnerability and my helplessness. Then, slowly, his hand reached out to me to grab the chain on the nipple clamps.
Gently, he tugged on them and I moaned, throwing my head back at the sensations of the clamps pulling my nipples and breasts. Harder and harder he pulled, more and more insistently. Pleasure gave way to pain and gave way to pleasure again. The pull increased to include the one on my clit and I moaned even louder, low sounds of animal pleasure suddenly spiking as first one nipple clip and then the other came free. It was a scream he drew forth from me when the clit clamp came free. A scream and an orgasm.
I came so violently I was riding the dildo as best I could to keep the orgasm. It hit me over and over, wave after wave. My pussy clenched around the dildo and I came again, its hugeness filling me so much.
Finally, I hung there, panting through the ball gag, trying to gather my senses.
My ex walked around me, “He was right,” he softly said, “I had no idea you had it in you, but I guess marriage blinded me to seeing it.”
I have to admit, I just looked at him blankly, not understanding a word. “You really are a natural born slave, to let a man you hardly know tied you up and leave you like this, sexually tortured,” he continued, his fingers now trailing all over my body.
Shivering at his touch, the fire beginning anew, I could only listen to him, “You should be ashamed of yourself, allowing a man do to this to you,” his fingers touched my clit and I moaned deeply, “But you aren’t, you only want more don’t you?”
Without knowing it, I nodded, the orgasm had been good, but it hadn’t handled the raw desire to be fucked. And right now, I was willing to be fucked by anything, man, dog, horse, whatever.
He moved the big dildo a bit, thrusting it even further into my cunt. Another moan was torn from my throat and I could only find myself wishing that it was his cock in my cunt or ass, fucking me. As he if could read my mind he asked me, “Do you want my cock in your cunt, slut?”
I shivered at how he used the word ‘slut’. He used it as a possession and I loved it. I moaned and nodded, my hips moving of their own accord to hump the dildo.
He removed the gag from my mouth. “Tell me what you want, slut. And tell me in a way that convinces me you are a slut. Because only a slut would really want to be fucked like this. Only a real slut would give herself totally to a man for sexual pleasure.”
Swallowing a few times, I started, “Please, Master,” the word just popped in there, “Oh, please fuck this slut hard, Master. This slut wants to be possessed, owned, taken and used. Oh, please Master, use this slut however you want, fuck her until she screams.”
My ex smiled, a finger caressing my cheek, “Not a bad beginning, slave,” he said, “Does this hot whore care where she is fucked?”
I shook my head, “No, Master, this slave just wants to be fucked, in the cunt, in the ass, in both, just so long as this slut is fucked.”
He stood there for a moment, silent and unmoving though I could see that he had a raging hard-on. “Oh, please, Master,” I started begging, “Oh please fuck this slave, this slave will do anything, oh please fuck her.”
“In good time,” he said with a smile and then removed the dildos from my cunt and ass. I gasped and screamed as the butt plug came out, panting from the loss. With the plug gone I was beginning to feel very abused, just like I had imagined I would in my fantasies. But, as I hung there in my bonds, I knew I wanted more. That whatever it took for the meter man, or even now it seemed, my husband, to do this to me, I would do it. I had tasted of the forbidden fruit and I wanted more.
About to protest, I opened my mouth, only to shut it again as I heard another set of footsteps. It was the meter man, returning. “Do you like her?” he asked as he saw us. “Pretty spectacular, wouldn’t you agree? Just a nice wet pussy and tight ass,” he said, fingering me in those places as if I were just some nice piece of property. “And those lovely tits!” he said, his hands squeezing them hard to make me moan, “just lovely.” He turned to my ex, “What do you think?”
“I never knew,” my ex said.
“I know,” he said, “you just need to develop the sense to see inside a woman to know if there is a caged submissive just waiting to get out. Never once did she use her safety word and even now she won’t use it.”
He grinned at me, “Because you want to get fucked by the both of us, don’t you slut?”
My mouth opened in protest, but before I could speak I knew he told the truth. I bowed my head in humiliation that he could read me so well, “Yes, Master.” I raised my eyes a bit, “please Master?”
“Please, what?” he said, determined for my humiliation and surrender to be complete.
I sighed a bit and said, “Please, will you both fuck me?” I hesitated a moment before saying what I really wanted but then went ahead, knowing he would pull it out of me if I didn’t, “Please fuck me at the same time, Master.”
My ex just stared at me. He would never have thought I would have gone for a threesome. The meter man, however, just nodded and said, “Shall we? She had definitely suffered through her punishment long enough to learn that she is a slave. Right, slut?” he directed at me.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good, you are forgiven, slut,” he said as he took off his clothing. My eyes widened at the sight of his erection, it was easily as big if not slightly bigger than the dildo that had been in my cunt all afternoon. My ex shed his clothing as well and he was bigger than I had remembered.
The meter man moved around behind me and my ex followed suit only in front of me. I moaned an almost came right then and there as their stiff rods touched their entrances. They both thrust into me at once, their hard thrusts moving them deep inside me. I cried out, the extra sensation of feeling them against each other driving me higher than before. Deeper and deeper they drove their cocks into me. I struggled to be free of them but I couldn’t get away from their impaling rods. And with each stroke, the less I wanted to get away.
The meter man hissed in my ear, “Don’t you dare cum without permission, whore!”
My mind whirled as I tried to get my thoughts together enough to speak. In the meantime, their hard rods were making things difficult. In and out they pounded me, the ropes on my legs being the only thing preventing me from being swept off my feet. As a result, they went deeper than anyone had ever done with my pussy or ass.
“I-I-please... cum... let me... Master! Oh please! Master! Let this whore come!”
Within, the orgasm was building, hot and fast, bigger than anything I had know before. My ex’s long cock was slamming into me, going even deeper than that dildo had. The meter man’s thick cock was stretching me even more, filling me and taking me, battering down whatever remaining walls there were.
Before he could say anything, the damn broke and I came. I couldn’t help it. Years of sexual frustration suddenly let loose and I came with a passion. So violently, that I made the two men come themselves as my muscles clenched and milked them. My scream of pleasure echoed off the walls of the basement, followed shortly by their grunts as they exploded, filling me with their own juices. More orgasms rolled over me and I was helpless to stop it. Again and again I came, it seemed it would never stop. But eventually it did. And when I was aware enough to notice, I was still tied to the frame and only the meter man remained.
He had gotten dressed into some leather pants which looked very good on them. In his hand was a riding crop. Gently, he took me down, lowering me to my knees as I got used to being able to move again.
“You did a lovely performance, with only one minor goof. At least, minor at this point in time so early in your training,” he said. He continued when he saw my look of curiosity, “You came without permission.”
“It is a minor thing at the moment, just worthy of a small punishment, but it must be punished none the less. Forgivable, even, for your first real orgasm as a slave. But still, you did disobey.”
I bowed my head, “Whatever Master wishes,” I said.
He smiled, “That’s good, slave. Because your Master wishes to see you a lot.”
“My ex?” I asked, suddenly afraid that he was referring to him.
He stroked my hair to reassure me, “No, my lovely slave, I am your Master. I merely brought him by to show him what he had missed out on. And I also thought you would enjoy being fucked by two men. One you knew and one you had accepted as your Master. Was I right?”
I smiled back at him, “Yes, Master, you were right.” And for some reason, my pussy started to grow wet again.
“Good. And for your punishment, I want you to masturbate yourself right now for me,” he said.
Not quite understanding why this was a punishment, I started to feel my pussy lips, tickling and caressing my clit, slipping a finger every now and then into my cunt. I moaned and gasped a bit as my overly tender pussy both loved and objected to it. Soon, I understood why it was a punishment now. My pussy was very tender and he did nothing to help, only watched with a blank expression on his face. In order to comply with his order, I would have to accept the pain along with the pleasure.
Moaning and crying I continued to masturbate, my humiliation at exposing myself like this and masturbating before him soon making it clear to me that he was my Master. I was his to command as he saw fit. “Master,” I moaned as my fingers went to work on my abused clit.
My eyes soon closed as I threw myself into obeying my Master’s command. Pain and pleasure intertwined and grew, sparking a different heat that began to drive me towards an orgasm again. “Oh, yes, Master,” I groaned as I played with myself harder and harder. My legs were trembling when I finally came with a rush. I felt ashamed at the fluid that gushed from my pussy. But I was Master’s now, and all that mattered was serving him.
The next thing I knew, Master was lifting me up, carrying me up to the bathroom. Already there was a warm tub with water which he lowered me into, “Oh, my sweet slave, you do please me so. It took me the longest time to figure out a way to contact you after I noticed the effect of the chains on you last October. A way that allowed me to get you alone to see if you really wanted what I thought you wanted.”
With great care he cleaned me off, gently rebuffing any attempt I made to clean myself. “Stop that,” he softly scolded me with a smile on his face, “This is my privilege and you have served me well. Be silent and enjoy it.”
With a peaceful sigh, I settled back to enjoy his caring ministrations. When I was clean, he lifted me out of the tub to dry me off with the softest of towels and then led me into the bedroom. I blinked at the changes he had made. At the food of the bed was a bunch of soft blankets and a pillow along with a short chain and slender manacle. “Lie down at the foot of the bed, slave,” he commanded.
I turned to him, “I - how did you know, Master?”
“Know what?”
“That I have always wanted to be chained to the foot of my Master’s bed,” I said.
He smiled a kind smile, “Because that is the dream of every slave. Now go lie down.” Gently, he added, “I don’t like repeating myself.”
I hurried over to the pile of blankets and laid down, leading my ankle available for cuffing. I shivered as the cuff snapped closed, the fur lining soft and plus to make sure my ankle was protected from the metal of the cuff. He clicked the tiny padlock in place and stroked my body, giving my breast and mound a squeeze before leaving me.
“Now go to sleep. You have a full day of training ahead of you, my pet. If necessary, you have my permission to masturbate yourself to sleep, just don’t wake me up with it, understood?”
“Yes, Master,” I said, “Sleep well, Master.”
I listened as he climbed into my bed and went to sleep while I was chained to the foot on the floor. Snuggling down into the blankets I thought about the events of the day. I had thought Master was making fun of me when he gave me permission to masturbate myself to sleep, but now, I found myself too horny to sleep because my biggest dark fantasy had come true. I was chained naked and helpless at the foot of my captor’s bed.
My fingers found my pussy already hot and wet. I stifled the moans of pleasure as much as I could as my fingers brought me another round of pleasure. My other hand pulled at my breast, squeezing and pulling my tits as the clamps had done so. Within minutes I was panting and groaning, masturbating myself chained to the bed. Humiliation ran through me and a tiny voice asked why I hadn’t used the safe word to get out of it.
As the wave of pleasure from my orgasm crashed in about me, I already knew. This is what I had been looking for in my sex life. To be owned and controlled, possessed and taken. To server whatever pleasure of my new Master is what I wanted.
Panting and satiated for the moment, I fell asleep snuggled into the blankets. In my bed, my Master smiled, content that he had tamed another slave, eager to see what this slave had to offer him.
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