High Heels and a Pretty Smile Ch. 04 by PaulaApril,PaulaApril

At his Mercy

Stuart had been a revelation sexually. I would be forty on my next birthday and I wasn’t the most experienced woman. Married at nineteen to someone who thought sex was something you did in the dark to make babies, I’d missed out on a lot. Most of my knowledge beyond the basic deed came from watching porn and playing with myself. Even my university days had been juggled with pregnancy and birth.

Other than James there had only been Stuart. My boss. A man I’d been attracted to as soon as I’d met him. He was what you called the strong silent type. He didn’t speak unnecessarily and when he did he gave very little away about himself.

He was good-looking. Not handsome and muscular. Just good looking. And there was a deep intelligence behind his eyes. The kind of man every woman hoped to have for a husband. And his apparent secrecy just made him a little mysterious and more attractive to me.

I’d virtually thrown myself at him after taking up a position at his practice, and to my shame, I’d become the office fuck buddy. Someone who happily let my boss fuck me over the desk whenever he wanted. Actually, that’s not quite right. I felt no shame. I fucking loved it.

The first time had been when he locked the door during a note-swapping. I still remembered the rush of anxiety as I looked up to see him approaching me. There was no question about what he wanted and in a moment of what seemed madness in retrospect, I’d taken his cock from his trousers and sucked it.

Just a calm, pleasant experience of me seated and gently blowing him. And after, he’d bent me over the desk and fucked me like James never had. From then on in, I’d been a tingling whore every time I’d laid eyes on him, and desperately hooked to my cellphone waiting for him to call.

In a marriage that offered little else I was a willing ho. A hussy that went to him whenever he asked after that day. All the while wishing it’d be more often but always fearful of rejection if I demanded more. In the last year of marriage, it’d been my only source of real satisfaction. Everything else being just the product of my imagination and a few toys.

Once James had left me I’d taken my chance and presented myself to Stuart as permanently available. I hadn’t asked for anything in return. Just the sex. His cock inside was all I wanted.

He talked about dominance and submission so often that I’d played at being the dominatrix the first time he’d come to my home. Only to discover he was so much better in the role than I was.

I’d shown him my kinks, even ones that’d existed only in my head until then. That was most of them, to be honest. All learnt from watching far too much porn. To my delight, Stuart had embraced and surpassed everyone. He’d proven to be something I didn’t know existed.

Stuart’s appetite for sex was unending. Where I thought a man shot his load and fell asleep, Stuart had been a machine. He had almost no limit. Even when his balls were dry his cock would be hard and his mind still obsessed with punishing my pussy to ruin. And I opened my legs willingly for it.

Stuart was a gift from the gods after such an abysmal love life. And there was nothing I wouldn’t do to please him. No embarrassment I wouldn’t endure.

And that was how I’d come to this moment. A nearing middle-aged mother exposing her most intimate reactions to his watching eyes as my Sybian sex toy took me towards orgasm.

I’d ridden this thing many times before, always in private. And generally to the disgust of my ex-husband who never grasped that it was his failings that’d forced the purchase. Of course, he’d never seen me use it. That had remained something behind a closed door while he was out of the house. But he’d known it existed. It was a pretty big thing to hide.

Today things were different. Stuart had asked and I’d been unable to deny him. So there I was with my hands cuffed behind my back and Stuart sat in a tub chair watching me entertain him.

“Aw. Fuck.”

I was riding the G-egg attachment with the dial turned halfway. Basically, a nobbled, egg-shaped ball filling my pussy with vibrations, while the ribbed pad supplied similar to my outer bits. At this setting, it was a steady enjoyment that made me groan and wriggle while a tingle raced over my naked skin like static. It felt like being held at the edge of a deep drop. The anticipation and longing, but never quite taking the step into oblivion.

Foolishly I’d left Stuart with the controller and in the back of my mind, I was prepared for him to try out full throttle. I knew from experience that would send me into instant insanity. A mind-blowing orgasm in seconds that would leave me screaming so loud I’d drown out the noise of the machine itself.

For the moment though, he seemed content on watching me squirming with my tits swaying and sweat dripping down my body. If my hands had been free I would be clasping them. But restrained I had no choice other than to let my flesh dance for his entertainment and suffer the torment of nipples aching to be abused.

“How does it feel?” He asked.

“Fucking amazing.

Uhh

It always does.”

I saw the twitch of mischief at the corners of Stuart’s mouth and instantly prepared myself as he turned the dial.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

My senses were overwhelmed in an instant and I hung on for the ride. Fire and pressure built in my groin until release came with the irresistible explosive power of a broken fire hydrant.

“Holy fucking…

Uhh.”

I came with a viciousness that left me a shivering wreck held up only by the implement delivering its torture deep in my pussy.

I launched myself from the machine to escape it and fell in a crumpled mess at its side. In the corner of my eye, I saw Stuart stand and begin to remove his tie.

“I feel like that might be a hard act to follow.” He said.

“I know you.” I was still struggling to breathe evenly.

“It’s early. You’re gonna deliver even worse.”

“Worse?”

I grinned.

A few months ago I’d have been happy with that orgasm. Indeed I still was. But that wouldn’t stop the human sex machine I’d chosen as my lover from hammering my pussy until it was raw.

I’d learnt during our snatched moments at the office how Stuart could keep his cock hard for ages. Since having the comfort of time using my home allowed us, I’d discovered it could stay hard for an eternity. It had to be some kind of genetic trait. It certainly wasn’t normal. But nor was it unwanted.

And as I raced to control my ragged breathing I could see him calmly removing his clothing. He was taking his time to put his garments neatly on the chair. A purposeful act to give my mind time to grasp what was coming.

He pulled me to my knees and his cock was in my face. It danced and twitched, trying to escape my hovering mouth. A beautiful, powerful thing that served to remind me of all the years I’d made do with such a poor specimen.

I gave sniggering grunts as I followed it.

“That’s so big. Hold still so I can taste it.”

“It kind of does its own thing.”

My mouth watered as I put my tongue to it. It was bliss to slide around his crown. I loved cock in my mouth. I always had. I felt in control. My man reliant on me for pleasure that I could provide or deny at a whim.

With James, it’d generally been only a short thing I did before he fucked me. Or to finish him off. Far more pleasurable to me than it was for him. At least we had back in the early days when sex was… I was going to say important to him. But with hindsight, I wasn’t sure it had been. Just relief.

With Stuart it was different. He positively savoured it. He was in an alternative world when he had his cock between my lips and time meant nothing to him. The sucking and licking was something I found myself doing for ages and today was no different.

My jaw was aching by the time he came. What seemed an inhuman amount of creamy, warm goo streamed onto my tongue and dribbled into my throat.

“Mmm.”

I swirled my tongue around his crown, delighting at its pleasurable final throbs. I let him slip from my mouth and making eye contact to be sure he was watching I swallowed his cream before my expanding grin gave it an escape down my chin.

“Delicious.”

On the rare occasions my boring husband had used my mouth in our later years he’d been satisfied with relieving himself. Then more than happy to leave me to finish myself as he selfishly turned away to sleep. Just another step in our declining sex life. For years I’d tried to convince myself to accept that as normal, even though I knew it wasn’t.

It was different now. With Stuart sex was to be savoured. This was just his warm-up act. Now would come hours of fucking me. And with my hands still restrained behind my back I would take it all. I wouldn’t be given a choice.

“Stand up.” He commanded.

I did as he said, eager to have the pleasure revisited on me. I quivered as Stuart’s hands caressed my legs. A slow worship of my flesh beginning at my ankles and working upwards.

“Uhh.”

I was helpless to his touch once his fingers tickled the insides of my thighs. He went higher while his eyes stared up, watching the reactions painted across my face. I shuddered, making my tits jiggle.

“Oh fuck.”

Stuart had reached my pussy. Still sensitive from the fucking the Sybian had given it, I became a trembling leaf struggling to stay standing.

I stood with my legs apart as he finger fucked and licked me. Slow. Relentless. I could hear it and smell myself. All of my senses were consumed by this simple act.

“Uhhh.”

“You taste delicious.”

Never in my life had James savoured my flesh how Stuart did. Fingers caressed my inner meat and his tongue toyed with my clit, holding it to a flame that burned without quite consuming its fuel in a crashing fire.

“Oh, my god.”

I didn’t want this moment to end and for an age, I hovered at the point of orgasm without quite cuming. But then I did.

“Aw, my fucking god.”

Stuart caught my falling figure as I lost control of my body. A hand hooked under my still restrained arm stopped me from reaching the floor and I found myself thrown face down on the bed.

“Please.” I begged, unsure if it was for it to end, or for more.

Stuart was on top of me. A hand across my neck held me down as his body forced my legs open.

His cock pressed at my ass, breaking through my barrier. Like an iron rod, it speared me, pressing deep into my passage. I cried out in pain.

“Fucking… uhh.”

Stuart fucked my butt like it was his personal toy. I was just meat. A helpless victim pinned down and rutted like a female animal in the wild. It was fucking glorious.

I came again. A moment of delirious joy where I lost all sense of reality. An out-of-body experience so intense that when sanity returned it took a moment for me to orientated myself.

I was on my back with my legs spread. Stuart was pounding my pussy while gripping me firmly by the throat. Again I felt myself on that track with only one ending. With my hands cuffed behind my back I still had no active participation. Just acceptance.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

This time Stuart came before me. His warm cum eased the friction of my sore hole and tipped me once more into a primal fog of random neuronal firings in my brain.

The next thing I was aware of was the ceiling. And the clammy damp I was laying in.

“That was fucking amazing.” I gasped.

My lungs hurt and my heart still felt as though it would burst.

“I can’t think straight.”

Slowly I became aware of my hands still trapped behind my back. Such a simple method of restraint, and yet without the use of my arms I was helpless. A little frightening. And a little arousing. I thought about asking him to release me but then I knew he would be on me again in a minute and I liked the feeling of being unable to restrain him. I liked being ravaged beyond my ability to cope with no way to stop him.

Unpicking the Mystery

It was Wednesday before I caught up with Stuart at the practice. Long enough that I’d recovered from the weekend enough to walk properly. I wasn’t looking for sex, we didn’t have long enough before my next client. Just a coffee and a chat.

“You haven’t told me about your past relationships. How come you’ve never married?”

Stuart laughed at my probing.

“What’s funny?

Not many people reach their forties without some kind of long-term relationship. Especially when they’re… like you. In bed.”

I blushed a little at my praising him.

“I’ve had lots of relationships. None of them were the marriage kinds.”

“What kind are they?”

“Sex. Just sex.”

I was intrigued.

“Care to elaborate?”

He looked uncomfortable. I’d never seen that in him before. Secrecy yes, but not discomfort. I wondered what he might be hiding.

“Girls for sex. Nothing else.” He said.

I tried to work out what he might mean by that.

“That sounds like you pay for it.”

I laughed to make a joke of it.

“Not exactly.”

Did that mean he did?

“Why would someone with your… skills need to pay for sex? I don’t understand.”

“I like a certain kind of sex.”

“Are you saying what we do isn’t what you want?”

Now I was worried. I couldn’t imagine what we did wasn’t satisfying for him. That I didn’t…

“I’m not good enough am I?”

I blurted out with disappointment. Perhaps it was me. I wasn’t what men wanted.

“Yes, you are. You’re amazing.” He snapped to smack down my doubts.

“You’re a fantastic fuck. And a lovely person.

But I have a kink that a professional, career woman can’t meet fully. Great as it is, I need someone less… of their own mind.”

I shook my head in bemusement.

“I’ve no idea what you’re trying to say.”

“You’re a psychologist. You understand domination and submission.”

He waited expectantly for me to comprehend what he was telling me.

“How many times have the two come up in sessions?”

“You… want a submissive girl? I’m letting you tie me up and do as you please. How is that not being submissive?”

“It’s okay. But you set the parameters. You still retain the right to say no. What I need is… total domination. I need to own a girl. To remove that sense she can stop me. To control her every thought. Can you imagine being a slave? A prisoner? Someone who lives only to please my cock?”

“I was married for nearly twenty years. I think I know what being a prisoner feels like.”

“Not my kind of prisoner. You could have walked out on your marriage any time you chose. Refused sex.

What if I told you I wanted to lock you in my home and have you naked? Permanently naked. No clothes at all. Ever. And that every waking moment your sole task was to be available for me to fuck. Imagine not having a job. Not ever going out. Just existing for me to abuse as I wished. No right to say no or any influence over how I fucked you?”

There was a seriousness in his eyes I hadn’t expected. I gave a nervous laugh.

“No one would go that far.”

“Some do.”

I could see he meant it and I began to realise this was more than some fantasy.

“You’ve done that to someone haven’t you?”

“More than one.”

“And you want to do that to me?”

“I know I can’t. You’re not that kind of person.”

“I could play at it. At weekends if that’s what you want?”

He shook his head.

“And that’s what it’d be. Play. Not the same.”

He took a deep breath.

“I can’t describe it exactly. It’s a game and not a game. I can only feel that it’s real when I have total dominance. When a girl is fully committed and dependent on me for her existence.”

“You know that sounds a little frightening. I’d diagnose psychopathic tendencies if you were my patient. Sociopathic at the very least.

“It should be frightening. Fear drives libido. You know that.

Now don’t misunderstand me. I’ve never hurt anyone and I never would. But that slight doubt in a girl’s mind. That realisation that they’ve voluntarily delivered themselves into a situation where I could hurt them is the most arousing thing imaginable. For both parties.”

“Jesus. That’s heavy stuff.

I think you might need to book a session with me.”

“I’ve thought about it.” He laughed.

“And I’d love to meet one of these girls. It’d be fascinating to understand what drives that kind of submission willingly.”

There was a knock at the door and I sat back taking on my professional persona. The new girl came in at Stuart’s beckoning.

“I just need a few signatures if that’s okay?”

She gave me an acknowledging smile as she placed a folder on his desk.

Rosie had only recently joined the Practice. A young girl who’d just left Uni with a degree in psychology. Stuart had offered her a clerical position with an opportunity to further her training and gain some practical experience. I think she’d attended one of his lectures and caught his eye somehow.

As I waited for Stuart I glanced her over and wondered if he’d been enamoured with her academic achievements, or her svelte little body and the rich red hair that hung over her shoulders. Perhaps that hint of freckles that lay almost hidden under her makeup. She was amazingly pretty and for a moment I felt a pang of jealousy.

“Come to mine on Friday.” He said when we were alone again.

“I’ll show you a little of the secrets I keep hidden away.”

I forgot Rosie as my curiosity was suddenly pricked.

That Friday was my first view of Stuart’s home. Instead of mine, we’d driven to his as he’d promised. A bachelor pad if ever I saw one. All modern, glass and concrete with expensive fittings. I noted it was devoid of the female touch. No photos or ornaments. Just practicality. Luxurious, but sort of sterile. Like a show house.

“Fancy.” I said sounding approving.

It was a nice house. There was no doubt about that.

“I’d have liked something closer to the ocean. A private beach. But it’s okay. I like it here. No close neighbours.”

He handed me a glass of wine, his fingers purposefully brushing the back of my hand as I took it. My mind came back to why I was there.

“So, are we playing your game? Am I your little toy for the weekend?”

I teased him, sipping my drink. It was fruity. Just how I was feeling.

“You want to be?”

“It’d be different. I should have brought my cuffs. But I’m sure you can find something to tie me up with.”

I smiled with my eyes firmly secured on him. I wanted him to know I didn’t want his best behaviour. I wanted dirty sex.

“You want to experience everything I can deliver to your pussy no matter how much you scream?”

His eyes held me. A challenging stare that reached deep into my psyche and tweaked me physically in the pit of my stomach. It was a kind of needy warmth that spread through me like a virus. I could feel the warmth in my panties as they soaked in my juices.

No. He wasn’t going to be a gentleman. He was as keen as I was to keep it exciting.

“Yeah.

Yeah. Okay.”

His demeanour changed. He became stronger. More commanding.

“Then call me Master.”

I grinned.

“Really?”

It seemed silly. Stuart looked serious.

“Call me Master and tell me how much you want to be fucked.”

I fought back a snigger.

“I want to be fucked, Master.

I want you to fuck me good and hard all weekend Master.”

I swayed my body seductively and took a step closer.

“Good.

Now take your clothes off. All of them.”

I was sniggering as I stripped. Each exposed piece of my flesh sent more tingles of excitement racing up my spine. Stuart just watched. I’d assumed he would take his own clothing off but I was realising that wasn’t his immediate aim in the game.

No. He wanted me to be submissive. To be the definitive little slave he’d described in his office earlier in the week. I could do that.

I stood expectantly as he examined me from his seat. My hands absentmindedly flicking to cover my tits or pussy with nervousness before exposing them again. He’d seen it all before but there was something embarrassing about being studied like a specimen under a microscope. I wasn’t my daughter with a perfect youthful body. I was a mother. I had hips I thought a little wide, a roundness of my belly and full tits I checked every time I took my clothes off in fear that they would head south. I thought I was still hot for someone about to hit forty. But I wasn’t a teenager.

“Put your shoes back on.”

I looked at my heels. He wanted me naked except for those? Fair enough.

“Yes, Master.”

I put my feet back into the pair of heels and did up the straps. I stood up straight so he could look at me. My husband had never truly admired my body. If anything, his weak interest had left me a little insecure as I’d gotten older. Sex in the dark had been his choice and as the years passed I’d accepted and even welcomed the dark.

With Stuart it was different. In the early days in his office darkness hadn’t been an option. Now I was positively bathed in light. My stomach churned with excitement as the initial shyness faded away and I walked back and forth in front of those big glass panels. The low sun illuminated every crevice of my nakedness to his eyes. If I had faults, he was seeing every one of them clearly.

“Do you like it?

Master?” I added quickly, almost forgetting the game.

“Oh yes.”

He came towards me. A predator with only one intent and I melted as he took hold of me and turned me to the windows. He pushed me against one of the giant panes with determination and force.

“Uhh.”

Hands slid down my back. They stroked my thighs and caressed my butt. They cupped my tits and fingers teased my nipples until they hurt. His hot breath breezed over my neck.

“You like it rough don’t you.” He whispered.

“Oh fuck.”

Stuart was on the floor behind me. His mouth and tongue were at my pussy and ass hole, feeding on me as I shuddered with raging desire. I stared forward, into his gardens. This was almost sex in the open.

“Uhh.”

Ever the expert he lifted me towards a high. A peak where I would willingly jump. Anything for that moment of absolute primitive pleasure.

“Uhhh.”

When I tried to move, a hand pressed into my back and pushed me back into place.

My breathing became a mess and hot breath misted the glass where my face pressed against it. That tongue just never stopped moving. My ass, my pussy, my clit. A constant tickle that became more and more unbearable. My whole body was squirming on its tip.

“Oh god. Make me cum.”

I could have cried when he just stopped. Almost as if he’d heard how close I was in my voice and had decided to leave me hanging.

“Please.”

“Not yet.

The more on edge, you are. The more desperate you are. The more satisfying it will be in the end.”

I turned and pressed my back to the glass so that I could look at him. The man who held my pleasure hostage. My hand went to my pussy and began rubbing it to ease the ache.

“Stop.” He commanded.

“Yes, Master.”

Reluctantly I stopped.

“But I need to cum.” I muttered hopefully.

“You said you wanted tying up. I have a Special Room I like to take my slaves to. If you’d like to see?”

I smirked. Hopeful that he would finish me yet.

“Ooh. You do have cuffs.”

“I can do better than cuffs.”

I was intrigued.

“You’d better show me.”

He took hold of my hand and pulled me after him. I’d go to his lair. I didn’t care so long as he put his cock in me.

“Oh, my god.”

I’d slowly become more and more convinced that Stuart was no ordinary lover. But I’d never expected this.

I couldn’t decide if it was a horror show or a pleasure palace. Every item from the bed to a simple chair was a sex toy. All I knew was that here I was going to be secured by more than a pair of cuffs.

They use the word ‘broken’ liberally in porn. I knew. I’d watched enough of it. If I didn’t back out now, I’d know what that word truly meant. Stuart’s insatiable stamina would thoroughly break me, and then he would continue, no matter what.

I played the game regardless.

“Do what you want to me Master. I’m yours.”

“I know.”

His eyes were piercing as he spoke and I withered under his gaze. That was it. I’d surrendered the last of my control.

“Lay over the couch.”

It wasn’t any kind of couch I was familiar with. It was a curving bench of padded leather with straps for my hands and feet. I climbed over it, laying forward I positioned myself, awaiting the restraints.

It was unexpectedly comfortable. And expectedly exposing. My butt was pushed upwards and outwards. With my thighs parted Stuart had complete access to whichever of my holes he chose to use. As a final present to him, a dip in the couch left enough access to my hanging tits for his hands.

“How many girls have you had here?”

“In this room? Three before you. Others over the years experienced aspects of it along the way. It took time to build my collection.”

“And they did all walk out of here?”

I thought I should check even though it was a little late now the last strap was being pulled tight. If I’d delivered myself to a murdering psychopath to be tortured and killed, I’d done it already. Just the thought sent my heart rate racing. It wasn’t impossible.

“Only the ones that remembered to call me Master.”

“Oh yeah. Sorry. Master.”

I pulled on the leather cuffs. They were more than secure. I felt a tiny flash of fear.

“Don’t I get a safe word or something?”

“No.”

That single word, delivered with such finality. It was a switch to my glands. Chemicals rushed through my bloodstream. Triggered by fear that I might be making a serious mistake. Only the tremble on my lips and reddening of my cheeks gave away my sudden anxiety.

It was only a momentary thing. The fleeting fear became a yearning arousal as soon as his hands touched my butt.

“Mmmm.

I like it when you play with my ass.”

His hands stroked my butt cheeks, softly squeezing them and pulling them to the sides to expose me even further. Cooler air teased my fast-dampening pussy.

“I think you’re forgetting the special word.”

A digit pressed at my ass hole, toying with the muscle and threatening to push through it.

“Sorry, Master.”

His finger invaded me sharply and I jumped.

“Uhhh.”

“Ooh, that’s tight.”

“Thank you, Master.

One owner. Hardly used. Before you found it again.”

That was true. James had experimented a couple of times in the early days, at my encouragement. It wasn’t for him and that particular entrance had disappointedly laid barren and unused for many years before Stuart.

“You’ve been missing out on so much.”

He wiggled his finger about inside me, partially withdrawing before pushing home.

“Oh fuck.”

I squirmed with want.

“Would you like me to fuck you?”

“Yes, Master. I need you to fuck me.”

“In your ass?”

“Oh god yes.”

Oil dribbled on my butt and into my crack. I knew what was about to happen. I wanted it.

“Oh fuck. That hurts Master.”

His cock went in with a firm, steady determination. Muscles were forced aside and my entrance burned.

“Pain and pleasure. Ying and Yang.”

Before, he’d been gentle. Taking his time and easing his way into my butt. Today his intention was for it to hurt.

“Uhhh. Fuck.”

I struggled against the restraints helplessly. Yes. I’d put myself in this position and I was about to pay the price.

“Oh my god.”

He withdrew and thrust into me again. Then again. Deep and hard. The pain subsided as the oil spread to my insides.

“Uhhh.”

His fucking became more consistent. And relentless.

“Uhh. Uh. Uh.”

I’d never been taken like this. Never. I was tied and could control nothing. I couldn’t stop him if I chose to. I could feel the cold of fear, but with it came a heightened sensation.

As I eased into it Master slapped me across the butt cheek.

“Ahh. Fuck. That stung.”

He hit me again. Then again. My whole butt became a stinging, hot cauldron of pain and need. A basic, primal want to be bred like some wild beast overpowered by the stronger, larger male of my species. Tears formed in my eyes. But they were tears of joy. Absolute pleasure.

I came hard.

“Oh fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I shuddered as my head swam. And still, he carried on. Experience told me how he could keep going. On and on. And when he’d finished with my ass he would do the same to my pussy. I wasn’t getting off this couch any time soon.

“Fuck.”

Another orgasm hit me. Unexpected and violent. I bucked and struggled as the wave passed over me with the warmth of a comforting tropical sea. Then my strength left me and I became an unresponsive fuck toy.

An Enticing Proposal

“You said you wanted to meet a girl who would willingly give herself to me.

How about Rosie?”

That was too funny to contemplate.

“She never would.”

“I’m confident she will. A little manipulation and I can bend her to my will. Would you like me to show you?”

I was surprised at my own feelings. My professional mind and my humanity said I should tell him no. But something else. Something deep inside me wanted to see this in play.

“What if I said yes? What would it mean?”

“It’d mean you would be part of it.”

“In what way?”

“How adventurous are you?

She’s bisexual.”

“You want me and her to…

I’m not a lesbian.”

“No. But you do have a streak of dominance in you. I saw it that first time in your house. When you cuffed me to the bed.”

“Yeah. But you’re a man. With a cock.”

“And you couldn’t turn that to a young girl?

Imagine. Her tied down with that gorgeous face held in place. Her tongue, there just for delivering you pleasure. Her willing to be in that position. Desperate to lick your hot little clit with her tongue.

And you’d still have my cock waiting to fuck you senseless when you were done.”

I thought about the petite ginger-haired girl. Imagining her as my slave. Our slave. A toy to be used by us as a couple. But that would be evil. I heard what he said about willing participation, but it all sounded too much like taking advantage. I’d felt a little of that over the weekend and I was still coming to terms with how helpless I’d been for two days.

“I don’t know.

This all sounds a little crazy.”

“Think about it.

I’m giving you an opportunity to come into my world.

If you want to experience it, I’ll get Rosie for us. If you don’t. Then I’ll not do it.”

That was the first hint that I might be more important to him than just as a mere fuck buddy. However, what he was proposing was both madness and extremely unlikely.

“Isn’t this the girl you brought into the business to help her develop her career? I don’t think she’s going to swap psychology for whoring.”

“It’s not whoring.”

He seemed not to like that word. Almost as if it was insulting. I suppose it was. But what else was it?

“Well, I’m up for a threesome if she is.

Christ. Had I just said that? The idea was exciting, but what would I do with a girl? I hadn’t even considered the idea before. Not seriously. Sure, I’d thought about it as an abstract. Watched lesbian porn as a tweak to my curiosity. But not truly with any intent.

It didn’t matter. It wouldn’t happen. Rosie wasn’t that sort of girl. So no harm in indulging his fantasies though.

“I’ll admit it. I can be as perverted as you.

But she has to agree. She has to be willing. If I think it’s anything else, even for one second…”

“It won’t be.

I’m very particular. My girls are all eager volunteers. And I reward them handsomely at the finish.

Rosie will get her career out of this either way. And if we do it, invaluable experience of power-orientated personality traits.”

“But you do demonstrate empathy.” I said trying to humanise him at the very point he portrayed himself as a monster.

“That’s not a characteristic of the sociopath.”

“Do I? Or do I just fake it to conform?”

That I hadn’t considered. Pretending to care? That would make him further towards the psychopathic end of the spectrum.

Celebrities are nearly all confused characters. They either come from highly privileged backgrounds that leave them out of touch with the real world, or from rough upbringings whereby film and stage create an escape. Both resulted in dysfunctional adults that needed a psychologist to make sense of their lives for them.

My afternoon client was no different. A former child actress who’d been put under immense pressure by pushy parents and an abusive father. Now she was in her late twenties, estranged from those parents, but successful and famous as a result of them. However, she was also a mixed-up mess who basically couldn’t keep her panties on.

“He’s fifty-something. That’s not old is it?” She asked.

“I’ve been seeing him for a couple of months.

Do to think he’ll leave his wife?”

Naive or what?

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I think…”

She stared at the ceiling like a wistful child.”

“He has before. Three times.”

“So why do you think he’ll stay with you if he does?”

She was a pretty thing. Blonde and petite. A brilliant actress. But an airhead off screen. So many times she’d been here telling me about her latest love. This one was no different. Another week and it’d be someone else.

“He’ll stay because I’m young and sexy.” She replied hopefully.

“I expect his current wife is also young and sexy. And the one before that.”

“But I give him great sex. She can’t be or he wouldn’t be with me would he.”

She smirked at some memory of the latest man to take advantage of her. A director who the Me Too movement had passed by.

“Do you know what we did last weekend? It was so exciting.”

I crossed my legs knowing I was about to be subjected to a description of yet another tawdry affair she’d been involved in.

“He was in town and I went to his hotel room. His friends were there.”

She looked sorrowful for a moment, staring at the floor. Suddenly she was facing what she had done with objectivity. Suddenly she was realising it wouldn’t sound as exciting out loud as she thought it would.

“It was fun at the time.”

Yep. There was her attempt as justification.

“It’s how you feel about it now that should tell you if it was right.”

“Yeah. I guess so.

But he loved me for doing it.

There were four of them. And him.

We did a few lines first. Then I let them fuck me while he watched.”

“How do you feel about that?

How do you feel that this man who you want to marry shared you with his friends for his entertainment?”

She looked up at me with those big blue eyes that gripped an audience from the large screen. A little honesty came into her thoughts.

“Dirty.

I let four men I’ve never met have sex with me. I did it to please him.”

“But it didn’t please you did it?”

“It did at the time. I was relishing the feeling, enjoying all those men cuming on me.

Do you know what it’s like to suck that many cocks? It puts you on a high.”

“You were high on the drugs, not the cocks.”

I wondered how I could be certain of that as I remembered how taking Stuart in my mouth made me feel.

“But he loves me for it.” She said again with obvious hope it was true.

“And you think sex is love?

Sex and love don’t always belong in the same bed. Sex is hormonal. Love is spiritual.”

“Can’t they be both?”

“They can be. Perhaps should be. But it isn’t a given. You think they’re the same because you want this man to be with you. But do you think he really will be?”

She thought through the question not wanting to face reality.

“No. Not really.”

“So what will you do next time?”

“Say no.”

How many times had I heard her tell me that before? We talked about saying no every time I saw her and yet she’d fucked more men than most street hookers. If she charged, she’d make more money than her big-buck movie salaries paid her.

“Good.

But you should say no when he calls you. Not when you’re in his hotel room.”

“But if I say no, I lose him. He’ll find someone else.”

“And so will you. Someone who treats you better. Someone who you can make the spiritual connection with before the hormonal one.”

“You really think so?”

“This man. This director. He’s using you to feed his fetishes, involving you in activities that could end your career if it was made public. Do you want that?”

“No. Of course not.”

“Then say no.

Next time he asks you to come by and…

Just stop and take a breath. Ask yourself if it’s really what a lover would want of a true partner. Or is it the request of someone who sees no worth in you? Someone who is thinking only of himself.”

I put my head in my hands when she had gone. Was Stuart doing the same to me? No. He didn’t have a wife he pretended he was leaving. He didn’t ply me with drugs. And he hadn’t once talked about love.

Whatever I was slowly sinking into, I was doing it with my eyes open. I knew our connection was only hormonal. This girl was mistaking that for the spiritual. She was being fed a lie. I wasn’t.

Master is Busy

Stuart became distant, preoccupied, not long after his rather mad proposal. And it didn’t take long to work out why.

“Oh my god.”

I hid in my office shaking with shock when I heard the news. The new girl, Rosie, had handed her notice in with immediate effect. She just didn’t come to work one day and I knew immediately Stuart had acted on his proposal.

It was my fault. I’d told him to. And now there was a girl out there groomed and beguiled into his perverted world. While everyone at the Practice assumed she’d found a new job or moved away, I knew she was at his house. And I knew he would call me to join them when he was ready. My body quaked uncontrollably every time the thought entered my head.

What the hell would I do? Fuck another girl while she was tied down? But then what if she really did want it?

I hardly saw Stuart for two weeks. And certainly not alone. When I messaged him he was vague and elusive. I started to worry for the girl. I even considered going to his house and was about to do just that when I got one of those calls.

“Come to my office.”

In the past that’d meant we would fuck. Not today. Today it meant he would tell me what he’d done and invite me to join him.

My own foolish fault.

I locked the door as soon as I entered. I didn’t wait for a confession.

“You have Rosie don’t you?”

“She’s at my home. Yes.”

“And she’s okay?”

I’d never thought I’d doubt him but this was beyond my experience.

He laughed.

“Of course she’s okay. Just settling in. Learning the rules. I couldn’t present her to you until she’s trained.”

He sounded like he was talking about a new dog acclimatising to its new forever home after being rescued from the pound. Not a young girl, someone’s daughter being used for sexual gratification. I felt I needed to be sure she wasn’t harmed in any way.

“She’s exquisite Barbara. Soft supple flesh. Pink flesh that radiates and compliments her rich red hair. Close up, you can see tiny freckles. She has a subtle covering on her arms and shoulders that makes her extra interesting to the eye. And they become more evident when she fucks.”

I stared at him as he became lost in describing her beauty. Jealousy tugged at me and I wanted to scream. But whatever magic he used to control Rosie still held me in his thrall.

“And what about me?”

“Barbara.

Be patient. She needed careful handling. All the girls do in the first days. They need conditioning. Now she’s settled, you can come and play with her.”

My heart skipped at those words. Fear that I might be expected to do this thing. And fear that if I didn’t, I’d lose Stuart.

Away from him, I questioned what he was. His motives. But in his presence his charm beguiled me and I started believing the fantasy was just how he saw it. Slowly I was losing my strength and sinking into submission. Swallowed by the one thing I couldn’t escape. The constant niggle in my pussy. He’d awoken a monster that’d laid dormant through an unsatisfying marriage.

Even my Sybian couldn’t satisfy the overwhelming want that Stuart’s expertise had left me wanting. I needed him to take me to the extremes once again. And if that meant including this girl I’d do it. But first I had to be sure she was as he said.

“Okay. When can I see her?”

“Tonight.”

I left his office thinking about my actress client. She’d gone to that man’s hotel room and done exactly what he’d wanted her to do. She’d fucked four men for him. Now I was on the verge of going to Stuart’s home and… and… oh Christ. I could be about to fuck another girl. For him. Why wasn’t I listening to my own advice?

Again I told myself I was going for Rosie’s sake. To be certain she was unharmed and happy doing whatever he was making her do. I was two people in my head. The concerned mother. And the curious accomplice in an abduction.

Self Discovery

I’m not sure what I made of Rosie. Or more to the point what I made of myself for finding it arousing to watch her naked body walking back and forth, displaying herself on command for me to look at.

One thing was for certain. She was fine. And where I thought I’d see coercion on her face, there was a joy. She wanted to be there. Knowing that triggered my arousal again.

I felt powerful. I sensed a little of what Stuart felt knowing this girl would do whatever he asked. And now whatever I asked. At the moment I wasn’t sure what that would be, but it felt good.

I glanced at Stuart. He was watching me. Assessing my reactions.

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Yes. She is.” I agreed.

“She’s hot as hell. Screams when she comes.”

I glanced at Rosie. She didn’t give any reaction to having her sexual behaviour discussed as though she was an inanimate object. She could just as easily have been my Sybian.

“Would you like to try?”

My heart skipped a beat as though he’d just offered me a tryout of a new car. Christ. I’d known this was what was intended all along. Now he was expecting it. This very minute.

“Imagine. Caressing those perfect breasts and feeling the warmth of her sweet, tight pussy.”

I looked back at Rosie not wanting to hold his gaze.

She was looking at me expectantly. That felt weird. This girl, compliant while we discussed what I would do with her. And to be honest, I had no idea what to do.

“Take her to the Special Room and enjoy her.” He encouraged.

“I’ll join you in a little while.”

Fuck.

Stuart’s chamber of sexual delights seemed larger, more imposing as I led Rosie into it and looked about. I had no idea what I should be doing. How was I supposed to… what? Torture a girl? Sexually abuse her? Or was it taking her to heights of pleasure she couldn’t reach in any other way? I didn’t have a clue.

“What do you want to use?” I asked looking around.

Was this how my actress had felt? Confused by her desire and unable to grasp what was right?

“You’re Mistress. I do as you please for your pleasure.”

At looked back at her. She was a diminutive figure. But was she a victim?

“But does it please you?” I asked.

“Yes Mistress. It does.”

I softened. I needed to be certain.

“Okay. Look. I’ve got to ask, while we’re alone. Are you doing this because you want to?

Or because you feel you should? Some loyalty to Master?”

Rosie dropped the act for a moment and answered me as the girl in the office I knew. Or at least I’d thought I knew.

“Because I want to.

Barbara. I know it seems nuts. But I know what I’m doing and I am happy with it. I want it.”

She smiled. A genuine, sexy smile that betrayed a hunger. No, she didn’t seem like a victim. That gave me renewed strength.

“And me?”

She smiled.

“You’re sexy as fuck. Of course I want you.”

I couldn’t fault her honesty. She was telling me it was okay. That she wanted whatever the evening was going to deliver. I relented and gave in to the hunger inside me.

“Fair enough.”

I looked around the room again, deciding to play the game.

“The stocks.” I said commandingly.

“At the foot of the bed.”

“Yes Mistress.”

It took a bit of fumbling but I got the upper part free and lifted it. Rosie looked almost gleeful as she put her head and hands in place.

“Secure it well.” She said.

“I don’t want to escape.”

Her eyes held me for a moment to confirm I understood her. I dropped the beam back into place and turned the clamps. Rosie couldn’t escape now.

I had a naked girl at my command. Waiting for me to abuse her for my sexual gratification.

For the first time in my life, I touched a girl. Sexually. A gentle stroke of soft smooth flesh. A squeeze of her little tit where it hung into the palm of my hand. I felt the tremor of excitement in her body and it’s equal in my own. There was a rush of hormones in my blood and my heart beat loudly in my ears.

“I’ve never been with a girl before.” I admitted very un-mistress-like.

“It’s fun.” She said in reply.

“Different. But fun.”

I moved behind her and looked at her pussy. It was so pink. And so neat. Her little ass cheeks had a reddish glow about them and her butt hole was a crinkly, tiny ruby pinprick. Long legs, shapely and slender were held rigid by the angle of her feet in the heels and her being forced to lean forward, to where her head and hands were secured. I was left with no doubt that the female form was indeed more beautiful than the male. She wiggled her butt enticingly and I found myself mesmerised by the flexing muscles beneath her skin.

“You’ve done this before?

Girls I mean. Not the… bondage thing.”

“Yes Mistress. I like both.

And the bondage.”

I put my hand on her butt feeling the shiver that raced over her. I rubbed her cheek nervously. Again I looked at her pussy. Just inches from my fingers.

I could see its wetness. An enticing shininess of tiny droplets on tender strips of darker, crinkled meat. I could smell it. A warm sweetness drifted up to entice me in closer. My groin was responding as it would with a man. That my head told me this wasn’t my nature was irrelevant to the growing needs of my body.

I knelt and put my mouth to it, trying not to think too much in case I backed out. My breath quivered as it hit her.

“Uhh. That’s so nice Mistress.”

I tasted her juice on my lips and studied it curiously. It was fresh and so unlike any man. I’d tasted myself loads of times, but this was… somehow different. Better. A rush of adrenaline came from nowhere and I was gripped with a need to devour her.

Delicate folds of warm flesh rolled over my tongue and more of her juice flooded into my tongue.

“Uhhh.

Taste me, Mistress. Taste my sweet pussy.”

My hands went wild over her legs and butt, wanting to touch her everywhere all at once. Her softness and warmth made me tingle. And I wanted more.

I felt powerful. Dominant. I tore my clothes off and pressed my body to hers, rubbing myself against her while my hand explored her pussy and soaked itself in her thin, slightly sticky discharge. It flowed over my fingers and squelched as I fingered her tender flesh.

“Mmmm.”

My slave squirmed under my touch and her soft moans raised my need to fuck ever higher.

“Please, Mistress. More.”

I worked her pussy with vigour. I was excited by her moans and squirms, by the idea that I was doing this to her. And in my belly a raging fire took hold, that would need to be quenched before the evening was over.

Her tits felt amazing. For someone who’d only fondled her own, this was new and exciting. I wanted to squeeze them and tug her nipples. I would have sucked then but for the need to lap her juice from that hot little slit.

“Oh yes. That’s so good. Eat me, Mistress. Suck my pearl. I need to cum.”

I knew that desperation. I also knew the delight of being made to wait. Now I was learning the evil of making her beg.

“Please, Mistress.

Make me cum.”

Her whole body quivered with each touch. I could feel her heat. Her legs struggled not to buckle and I gripped her thighs to hold her tight to my mouth, her juices covering my whole face.

“Stop.”

I let go on command and turned to find Stuart behind us.

“Master. Please let her make me cum.” Rosie was near tears with her need.

“Not yet Rosie.”

“Sorry Master.”

Unseen by Rosie deprived of her freedom to move, Stuart had brought me something I’d never actually seen outside of a porn video. A strap-on.

“I want to watch you fuck her.” He said.

“What about me?

I need your cock so badly.”

I did. My need was nearly as dear as Rosie’s.

“Rosie first.”

He held the implement out to me with determination and I took it hesitantly. It had two attachments Dongs. One larger, for Rosie. A second smaller one positioned to penetrate the wearer. Me.

Both were a squidgy texture.

“This is weird.”

It wasn’t difficult to put on and I was already tingling when I went back to worshipping Rosie’s presented ass.

Hands came from behind, stroking and caressing my tits like a gentle breeze on my flesh. My heat lifted ever higher.

“Put it in.” Master whispered. Instructing me and taking a little of my control.

I thrust into her like a man.

“Uhh.”

Rosie reacted instantly with cries of enjoyment and I gasped at my impact on her butt having a similar effect in my own sex.

“Fuck.”

I rocked my hips, fucking her like a man. I was possessed and driven to fill her. Again and again, I drilled her hole. Each time the pleasure came back to me in my pussy. Juice ran from both of us, soaking our thighs.

Stuart stood behind me, his hands still massaging my tits as his cock pressed at my crack.

“Fuck her harder.” He whispered.

I had no thoughts of my own beyond achieving orgasm. I did as I was told.

Oil ran over my butt. More found its way to my ass hole, spread by his fingers and mixed with the nectar leaking from me. Still I fucked Rosie.

“Oh my god.”

His cock invaded me. It pressed into my asshole as I pulled out of Rosie. Gliding on the slick film of oil it forced my muscles open. The tearing sensation hurt almost as much as it aroused me. Then as I thrust into Rosie again he followed me, reaching his full length inside me at the point I was buried deepest in Rosie.

“Fuck.”

Stuart fucked my ass. His hard thrusts transferred through my hips driving the dildo into Rosie with equal force. She screamed with delight and I gasped with equal pleasure as the smaller dong set my midriff afire. I was absorbed by a magical universal of pure sex trapped between them like a human condom. I was no longer in control, becoming just a flexible medium between them.

As Rosie came, Master pulled out leaving me unsatisfied. I was still consumed by my need and intent on achieving the one thing I desired more than anything. A fucking orgasm.

I tore off the dildo and rushed to where I could guarantee having my call answered.

I knelt on the bed and pressed my pussy to Rosie’s face. She couldn’t escape me.

“Eat it.” I commanded.

“Eat until I cum, then eat that cum right out of me.”

I was vicious. I wanted to belittle her. To make her a worthless ho, there only to make me cum again and again. I was possessed.

Rosie obliged with a hunger I couldn’t imagine. Licking and slurping my fluids. And behind her, in direct line of sight was Master, now fucking her with his relentlessness.

“Oh fuck.”

My head exploded at the wave of ecstasy racing through me. It was an ethereal experience that found me collapsed backwards, away from Rosie, shuddering with mini quakes gripping my muscles.

“Uhh.”

As I returned to my body I saw Rosie. Her head was still held firmly by the stocks as her eyes rolled up and the muscles in her face relaxed.

“Uhhhh yes.”

She came again, this time with her Master’s cock deep in her pussy. I saw her face in detail as it exposed her innermost vulnerability.

I wondered what would come next. There would be a next. Stuart would destroy me like he’d done the last time I was here, and he would do the same to Rosie. Whatever kept his cock hard would not fail him tonight.

Washing Away Doubts

When I woke I felt guilty. Disgusted with myself. The doubts came rushing back and I was ashamed that I’d participated and enjoyed using that poor girl in such a way. She wasn’t much older than my daughter.

I hadn’t been happy when I found out, but now it horrified me that Julia was experimenting on Reddit, posting little videos of herself nude. That behaviour might leave her in a similar position to Rosie. A toy to powerful people just like Stuart.

I wrapped myself in a gown and went through to the living area. I found Stuart drinking coffee. Rosie was under the counter on her knees between his legs, just happily sucking his cock. No more than an obedient pet wanting to satisfy her master. I couldn’t help but watch her lips so enthusiastically caressing his hard shaft and her tongue being used to excite his swollen crown with fast flicks and circling swirls. Her spit mixed with his leakage and coated him with glistening dampness.

I took a seat next to them without saying a word and looked down at what was happening between them. Mesmerised.

Neither seemed to mind my staring and I found myself enthralled by how natural it seemed. It also left me with a want I felt ashamed of.

I saw Stuart tense and knew he was there. His groin gave a few involuntary jerks and Rosie held her face impaled by his cock.

“Uhh.”

That was the unmistakable groan of him cuming. He was filling Rosie’s eager little mouth with his seed and I was watching it intently.

When she sat back I could see she’d swallowed. She smiled up at him as though looking for approval at what she’d done for him.

“Your turn.” Stuart grinned at me.

“What? No.” I protested as my thoughts were shocked back to reality.

For a moment the conflict in my head returned and I tried not to let it happen. Then I saw Rosie’s expectant face as she shuffled into position. Again it wasn’t the face of a victim. It was the face of someone who truly wanted to do this. In that instant, I felt the overwhelming need to cum.

I opened my legs, unable to deny her, or my nature. The gown fell to my sides.

Her mouth on my pussy felt delectable. The gentle kisses and caress of someone who was both expert and eager. It wasn’t the rushed desperation of the previous night. This was slow and sensual. And even more amazing.

“Oh my.”

I sat up straighter and widened my legs, forcing them so far apart that my hips aches. In a surreal action, Stuart poured me coffee as though everything was normal. Just two people enjoying a morning coffee.

“Mmmm.”

She’d found my clit. Light licks, first clockwise, then anti-clockwise, circled it. My tiny little nub was burning as I sipped the coffee pretending this was just a conventional breakfast time.

“Oh my fucking god.” I gasped.

She blew on my spot before licking it directly.

“Uhh.”

I almost spilt my coffee as hot blood raced to my breasts and face leaving me glowing with heat.

Stuart was watching me intently.

“Nice, isn’t it.”

“Yes.”

Fuck it was nice. Stimulation without expectation. Just pleasure for pleasure’s sake with no need to offer anything in return. Not yet.

“There’s no better way to start the day than having yourself brought to orgasm while you relax. It’s like having a massage with a happy ending.”

Rosie was like a little puppy between my legs. Boundless energy and eagerness to please. That tongue worked me as though she were a professional and I found myself on a one-way road, gasping at the approaching destination. I put my coffee cup down just in time.

“Fuck.”

It hit hard. My thighs clamped her head and I sat shuddering in the chair with my O face portrayed unashamedly for Stuart to admire.

“Mmm.”

I pushed Rosie away sharply as I reached my limit.

“Fuck.” I gasped again.

“Did I please you Mistress?” Her sweet tones drifted up to me. There seemed real concern that I might be displeased. How could I be?

“Yes.

Yes. You did.”

Stuart leaned over and kissed me on the lips. The lingering kiss a lover or husband might give at breakfast in any house up and down the country. But not one of those homes would have what existed here. A young ho beneath the table whose sole purpose was to create orgasm in those couples.

“We always shower before going to the office.” Stuart said softly as I watched Rosie walk away.

I was surprising myself at how hot I found the sight of her little ass. I couldn’t have imagined I’d be aroused by anything other than a man but here I was. Most certainly I still craved cock, but this additional bonus was intoxicating.

Showering was magical. Three of us lathering one another under a warm waterfall. Hands that both cleaned and caressed. Touches designed to excite.

Stuart fucked Rosie with his accustomed insatiable hunger while I watched. A private sex show as I waited my turn while raising my hunger by connecting to them through touch. I squeezed his ass and played with his balls. My fingers went into Rosie’s gasping mouth. She sucked on them while I tweaked her nipples with my other hand. Finally, I helped her on her way, rubbing her clit as she exploded on the end of his cock.

Then it was my turn.

“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.” I said honestly as he guided me to face away from him.

I bent forward and put my hands on the tiles for support. As he entered me, Rosie took up a position beneath me where my tits hung in her face and teased my nipples. Lips, tongue and fingers acting as one.

“Uhhh.”

Thrusts from behind and gentle sucks on my nipples. Hands that seemed to be everywhere and my body was on fire by the time I tipped over the edge.

“Oh my god.”

I sat in silence for most of the drive. Too frightened to voice my thoughts. Stuart eventually forced me to.

“So how was it? Did you enjoy your stopover?”

“I er…” I tried to verbally process thoughts I’d been avoiding in my head.

“It seems like I’ve done something taboo.”

Stuart took a philosophical approach.

“As you know, society conditions us to behave in a certain way. We’re just products of our upbringing. Programmed to respond in a certain way to every situation. Escaping from our preset constraints frees us to experience life, and sex, at a much more basic level. How nature intended.”

“And Rosie?

Did nature intend her to be a mere toy to be used and discarded?”

I still felt as though we might be exploiting her unfairly no matter how much she seemed happy with the arrangement.

“Isn’t that why different personality types exist?

Rosie is a submissive. If nature hadn’t intended for her to be a plaything of the stronger, she would not have been predisposed to that character trait.

And no one is discarding her. I promised she would have the training, a position at the practice, and a career. When her time is up I’ll honour every word.

In a way, Rosie has escaped society’s constraints more than anyone.”

He took a right turn while I sat quietly thinking it over.

Stuart went on.

“Your conditioning makes you see her as a victim for our allegedly perverted pleasure. She isn’t. She exists for her pleasure. Free from worry. Free from the reality of day-to-day struggles. And she has a better life guaranteed at the end of it. One year out of perhaps eighty. A better deal than university offered wouldn’t you say?”

We were coming up on the part of town where our practice was waiting innocuously for us to pretend we were normal and that our patients were the oddballs.

“Rosie’s mind is free to occupy itself only with the pursuit of sensual self-indulgence. A year of absolute pleasure. Nothing more. Nothing less. What could any of us ask of life than a short while to enjoy that.”

“What you describe is hedonism.” I responded.

“That’s exactly what it is. Pleasure is the sole motivation of the human condition when all else is removed.

No matter how much you or I enjoy it. Rosie has attained what the Greek school of Cyrenaics set out as the aim of humankind in the fourth century. The only intrinsic good is pleasure. And physical pleasure is the greatest of all.”

We turned into the car park and I saw my Tesla sitting quietly and abandoned where I had left it the previous night. While Stuart talked of nature and ancient history, that EV represented technology and the twenty-first century. Complication and struggle. Was this really a better life? Or Rosie’s?

“If Rosie is happy, then I’m happy.” That was all I could think to say.

I was deep in thought as we walked across the asphalt towards my normal life. Ahead lay appointments where I would listen to the ramblings of people who didn’t know their position in society. All of a sudden I was questioning my own place in it.

Remote Play

“I want to show you something.”

I sat across his lap and put my arm around his neck. The office door was locked and we wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Is it your dick?” I grinned fully expecting him to fuck me during our lunch hour.

“Not quite.

This is more of an hors-derv.”

He indicated to his desktop screen. My eyes widened at the sight of Rosie on the couch with her feet tucked up under herself. Naked apart from the heels and completely oblivious to our virtual presence. She was reading a book.

“You have cameras in the house?”

“More than that.”

He clicked his mouse over an icon.

“Good afternoon Rosie.”

The girl looked up and smiled as she lay the book to one side.

“Hello, Master.”

“I’d like you to entertain us.”

“Yes, Master. What would you like me to do?”

“Would you go and sit in the armchair.”

Rosie did as he said without questioning. Her beautiful slim legs and tight butt looked even more exquisite to me.

“Now hook your legs over the arms.”

I squirmed a little on Stuart’s lap as I was greeted by a crystal-clear image of the young woman’s perfect pussy.

“I’m here with Mistress.” Stuart continued.

“We’d like you to entertain us if that’s okay.”

Rosie smiled.

“Of course it is Master. I was waiting, hoping, for your permission.”

I looked at her mouth noting the slight upturn. This was a girl speaking the truth. I wondered how someone could think of themselves as having so little worth that they existed only for the pleasure of others. And how they could seem so pleased by it. Then my eyes went to the movement of her hands.

One was massaging a thigh, the other gently lifting and squeezing the soft flesh of tit. I watched a nipple swelling and becoming richer in colour. The girl closed her eyes and opened her mouth ever so slightly to draw air.

“Mmm.”

The hand on her leg glided up to draw circles around her belly button and I saw the first twitches in calf muscles.

As she brushed over the folds of her pussy lips I felt the first arousing in my groin and wriggled to ease the expanding ache.

“Uhhh.”

Rosie seemed oblivious to our watching. She opened her eyes and watched her fingers playing at her entrance, deflecting her delicate meat around them. She found her dampness and began spreading it over her vulva.

“I love touching myself.” She muttered.

“It feels so good when I know you’re watching me.”

I’d seen scenes like this before. Nameless women masturbating in videos on porn sites. Close-ups of the pleasure on their faces. Some genuine, some fake. This was the first I’d watched with the sense of it being a real person. A person with whom I had a connection. The warm, wet flesh her fingers touched, I’d touched. I’d kissed and licked that pussy and I couldn’t deny that I wanted to again.

“I’m so horny.” She gasped.

Those fingers were appearing and disappearing into her hole, moving faster each time. Tasty pink flesh moved aside and my mind filled in the squelch of her juices, just too quiet for the microphones to pick up. I could almost taste her.

I wriggled again, mesmerised and aroused watching the show before me. Perhaps there was something to being only concerned with pleasure.

“That’s so beautiful Rosie. Fuck your tight little pussy for us.”

Stuart’s hand moved up my leg and I felt my body responding. Deeper breaths, a faster heart rate. By the time his fingers brushed over the material of my panties, my vulva was swollen and wet.

“Mmm.”

I began squirming in his lap to ease the ache between my legs.

“Uhh.”

His finger was inside the damp garment, sliding back and forth along my pussy, lubricated by a slick film of my juice. My eyes stayed fixed on the screen.

Rhythmic movements by Rosie’s hand were being perfectly replicated under my skirt with equally devastating effect.

“Urhh.”

“Do you know what I’m doing to Mistress?” Stuart asked.

“No Master.

Uhh.

Tell me. Please.”

“I have my fingers in her pussy. She’s so wet from watching you. So hot and tight. Are you hot and tight Rosie?”

My body was hot all over.

“Yes, Master.”

A hand went back to her tits, urgently squeezing them and tugging at the nipples.

“I need to cum.

Can I come, Master?”

“Yes Rosie. You can cum.”

“Thank you, Master.”

This girl. Someone who not so long ago had sat at a desk, working alongside us, now worked her hot meat like a ho at an ultra VIP event for the Sntcm club.

“Uh. Uh. Uh.”

Her hand was flicking back and forth over her nub as fast as she could manage it. Stuart’s fingers matched her rhythm.

“Fuck.”

I laid back, almost falling from him except for the secure grip I had around his neck. My legs were held wide with one foot on the floor as I stared up towards the plain ceiling. All that mattered in this world was the rapid movement of his fingers in and out of my pussy.

“Uhhh.”

A restless agitation of my sex heated me and swallowed my thoughts.

“Fuck.”

Closer and closer I came to the edge of bliss. Stuart’s fingers took me on a climb of Everest from where any moment I would fall into oblivion.

“Come for me.”

His words were distant in my dizzying swirl of ecstasy. I wondered which of us he was talking to.

I came with a jolt and for a moment I thought I’d peed myself such was the wetness that coated his hand.

“Oh god yes.”

My eyes returned to the screen just in time to witness Rosie reach her peak.

“Uh. Uh. Uhhh.”

Tiny after shocks wracked my limbs as her fingers pressed deep into that warm, wet spot and her legs clamped sharply together, her feet hanging in the air as shudders went through her body. Finally, her feet slipped back to the floor and I saw her exhausted face framed by ginger hair that stuck to her sweat. She was looking straight at the camera.

“Thank you Rosie. That was lovely.” Stuart said as if he’d just watched an innocent choir solo.

“Mistress is relieved of her frustration as well.”

“I’m happy that she came, Master.”

Not as happy as I was. Without waiting to be asked I slid from his lap and got to my knees. I tore open Stuart’s trousers. It was my task now to relieve him and with my pussy still tender, my mouth seemed perfect for the job.

I dispensed with my panties. They were sodden. Too uncomfortable to wear and I was convinced they’d just give off an aroma that’d alert my patients to what I’d been doing. Better to go without underwear.

“Rosie calls me Mistress as though I’m your equal.” I said thoughtfully.

“I’m not sure that’s right. I feel closer to her than I do to you in position.

Master.”

Stuart smiled at me and I realised I was closer to understanding the dynamic that has bounced around between us since day one. I brushed my skirt straight and stood upright.

Stuart knew my thoughts.

“I’d be surprised if you could make that adjustment. But I’m comfortable with it if you do.” He said.

“And I’m sure Rosie will be delighted.”

I felt a tingle at the change in my attitude. The feeling of freedom it brought on was exhilarating.

“It feels… right.

Isn’t it the hedonist’s belief to let go of the constraints of normal life and accept that the pursuit of pleasure is the most important thing in life?

And physical pleasure is the greatest of all.”

He nodded.

Stuart had been convinced I had the wrong character type to give myself to a life of submission. I’d have thought the same only days ago. But somewhere, hidden deep inside me was another, contrasting trait. And it was rising to the fore.

I had another session with my sex-obsessed actress before the day finished. It’d be my last.

“I couldn’t help it. I tried to say no. I used the coping techniques you suggested. But much as I hate myself after, I do like the sex.”

“Would you like to tell me about it?” I asked gently.

“I met a new guy. An extra, hired for my next movie. And he had this friend…”

She checked to see if I was about to chastise her.

“Anyway. We had a few drinks. Smoked a little pot and… I ended up in the jacuzzi with them. I’m sorry. I did them both.

I know you said I should say no. But they were so fit and the water was so warm and relaxing. I couldn’t resist being spit roasted.”

I thought for a second before I spoke. I was done with psychology. Of telling her or anyone else how to live their lives.

“You know. People lie to themselves about how much control they have over themselves. You’ve been coming to see me for over a year. I’ve tried to encourage you to take control and yet you can’t.

I think it’s time to face reality. I think you just like sex. You like sucking cock and getting your pussy hammered.”

She looked a little surprised at my directness, but I was in no mood to pretend any more.

“I’ve been taking the wrong approach with you. I keep saying you should stop. But you know what? You should face into the storm and ride it.”

I paused while the shock of my bluntness spread across her face.

“Cock is great.” I went on.

“In fact. It’s fucking marvellous. I do it all the time. I also recommend pussy. You should try it.”

“All the time? I mean obviously, you do sometimes. You wouldn’t be normal otherwise but…”

I leaned forward to emphasise my words.

“All the time.

Do you want to know a secret?”

“Yes.” She squeaked, still in shock.

“I’m not wearing any panties. Before I came to see you I had my pussy fingered and they were too wet to keep on.

I’ve sucked cock twice today already. And I’m going to do it again later. And lick pussy.”

She looked frightened by me. Understandable. But I didn’t care.

I sat back, crossing my legs as I took on the air of the professional again.

“Forget everything I’ve told you in the past. Embrace it. Enjoy as much sex as you can. Experiment. Get yourself fucked senseless and stop worrying about whether it’s right or not. And fuck marriage. How many actors stay married? How many of any of us stay married? I tried that. Waste of time. A useless dick that couldn’t make me cum most of the time.

It’s only other people who are telling you lots of sex is wrong, or that you should spend the rest of your life with someone who loves you.

It’s all bullshit.

Fucking is the greatest pleasure you’ll ever know. The greatest joy a human can experience. Enjoy it. It’s what I’m going to do when I leave here tonight.”

“Doctor?”

I smiled.

“I sit here in judgement over you every time you come to see me. What you don’t know about me is that all the things I tell you not to do… I’m doing more.

I’m… seeing a guy. And I’m seeing a pretty girl a little younger than you. And I love it. When I leave here tonight, I’m going to see them both, together. And all three of us are going to fuck our asses off.

So how can I honestly sit here and tell you you’re wrong?”

She sat wide-eyed at my speech.

“Here’s my advice. You’re a beautiful girl. Great body. What’s it for if you don’t use it? Fuck as much as you can. Men and women.

I definitely recommend trying women.” I smirked.

“Getting banged by a big powerful man is great, but there’s something unbelievably sensual about a sort sweat girl eating your pussy.”

The girl stared at me as though I’d gone mad. Perhaps I had. But I was done with convention and telling others to conform.

“That’s it. That’s my advice. We’re done.” I declared to the shocked girl.

“Perhaps drop the drugs though. They’re just messing with your head.”

Changing Roles

At the house, I took up my rightful position. I stripped away my clothing. Everything except my heels and I became the object I’d only played at my first night here. This time it felt real. Stuart truly became my Master. Just as he was to Rosie.

I went and stood by her, our fingers briefly touching in recognition of one another.

Master looked on approvingly. I finally understood what Rosie had already accepted. We weren’t slaves. We were in pursuit of something. We were putting into practice the theory that pleasure, the satisfaction of desires, especially sexual, was the highest good in human nature.

“This is a pretty picture. I need to enjoy this moment.” Master said sitting down in the armchair.

I turned as if on command and kissed Rosie. Our lips met with a hunger I couldn’t have imagined between me and another girl even a week ago. As we broke, her tongue traced along the edge of my upper lip and I shivered with excitement.

“Turn around.”

I turned and she held me from behind. Two warm bodies pressed up close under the watchful eyes of our Master.

I lent back against Rosie and her hand reach around me to rub my meat, agitating my clit still under its fleshy hood. My pussy found a heartbeat and with it a needy ache that pulsed with each pump of my heart. Her rub became a circular motion that left my knees shaking and me groaning with excitement.

“Uhh.

That’s so good.”

My hand went up to stroke her hair. The other went behind me to find her pussy and began fingering her wet entrance. Rosie moaned softly near my ear.

“You’re so sexy.” She whispered.

“So wet.”

She sucked on my earlobe. Her free hand circled my belly and along the underside of my tits. I closed my eyes and let myself be absorbed.

I moved my feet apart to open my thighs, wanting cool air to carry away the heat. Instead, I became even hotter. My tits swelled and ached. When Rosie finally touched them waves of pleasure rolled back and forth inside me and I moaned softly.

“Uhhh.”

Behind me, I could feel Rosie’s juice soaking my hand. Her hips gyrated with the blissful agony I created for her.

“Don’t stop.” She said ever so quietly.

I couldn’t have if I’d wanted. I needed to feel her cum as much as I wanted to reach my own conclusion. Faster and faster her fingers rubbed me while I fingered her hole deeper and deeper.

“Oh fuck.”

My legs weakened and Master was forgotten. Only Rosie mattered. I couldn’t think of anything but her. My whole body tensed and my pussy convulsed. I pressed tighter against her and I came.

“Fuuck.”

From head to toe, I was consumed with waves of pleasure. My body felt as though it would explode as each became more intense than the last.

Somehow I kept my fingers moving and Rosie tipped over the edge just as I regained my strength sufficiently to keep us upright.

“Oh god.” She cried out as her pussy clenched my fingers and its contractions tried to suck them in deeper.

After, we were two hot, sweaty bodies sliding against one another, trying to eke out our last moments of that extreme pleasure like a smoker would grasp at a butt end for one last draw.

I turned and Rosie devoured my mouth.

“That was amazing.” Master spoke breaking our spell.

“So fucking hot to watch.”

Rosie’s gaze turned to him and I twisted around to follow. He was undressing. Exposing his masculine body. More sex would follow. Different sex. Pounding sex. But equally as welcome.

“Did we please you Master?” I asked seeking praise like a good little obedient pet.

“More than ever. My fucking cock hurts from watching that.”

He came towards us and I prepared myself for instructions. He slid between us as our hands turned to caress him. A hand on her head pushed Rosie to her knees and she took him in her mouth.

“Suck that cock.

Good girl. Suck cock for your Master.”

I slid down his back, planting kisses along his spine and over his butt. I knelt behind him and sucked his balls as he stood with Rosie’s face fitted over his cock, the young girl fucking her own mouth on his shaft. It was just inches from my work.

Master would never love me, or Rosie. I knew and accepted that. Indeed, I didn’t want him to. That was just a complication. This, right here was all I wanted. Unadulterated physical pleasure without the pressures of work or even life in general. I wanted to exist only to cum.

Master took Rosie’s ass over the couch. She was bent almost double as he pounded her from above.

“Uhh. Uh. Uh.”

Her skin was bright red with her heat, forcing her faint freckles to the fore. I pressed myself against them using my hands to drive their excitement ever higher.

Then came my turn. I was lifted with my legs over his arms and planted onto his cock. Bounced and fucked as I hung on for dear life while Rosie fingered my ass.

“Urh. Uh. Uh.

Fuck. Fuck. Uh.”

It was a wild, messy ride but I came just as forcibly at the very moment he filled me with so much cum it squelched out and dripped down my legs.

Ordinarily, a girl would be done at this point. But I knew Master would be back. He wasn’t normal. That cock never wilted. Not even when his sack was empty. And the best of it? I wanted him to fuck me again and again. I would be sore, and still, I would be hungry for sex.

A New Life Begins

The next morning I rose with Rosie. Donning my uniform of high heels and a pretty smile, I went downstairs with her to participate in my new duties.

“You’re very beautiful.” Rosie said smiling as she filled the coffee machine with beans.

“I just thought I should say that.”

“Thank you.

I never imagined I’d be attracted to another girl, but you’re amazing.”

I filled the water reservoir before taking a seat. Master would be a few minutes yet.

“I’ve always liked girls. They’re so soft and sensual.

I like men as well. Having cock and pussy together. Well, that’s new. And so much fun.”

I nodded approvingly. It was.

“I just want to please you both.” She continued.

“I can’t get enough.

That’s the thing with sex. The more you have, the more you need.”

“I know.”

I did know. For years I’d accepted as normal once or twice a week. Then less. To the point of nothing that I didn’t deliver myself. Since Stuart, Master, my hunger had grown. It was at the point that I wanted to fuck from morning to night. To have my pussy and ass ravaged and sore.

I stroked her hip as she came to stand near me. My fingers tingled as if touching a live wire.

“I think Master will be happy to watch us from his office most days.” I offered with thoughts of enjoying her again taking a grip of me.

I liked the idea of performing for an audience. Just the thought sent quivers of excitement racing through me.

“He will.

But we should always wait for permission. The master will instruct us.”

That made me hot just thinking about it. The anticipation of being denied until Master said so. And then having the decision of where and how we would do it taken from me.

Master came into the space and we both turned our attention to him. And our duties. I poured coffee before taking up my place next to Rosie to pleasure his hard cock with her. This was my life now, and I was relishing it. Not a worry or concern in my world beyond giving enjoyment to our Master.

It became official that evening when he took me to the office.

“I’ve prepped a contract for you. If we’re going to do this properly it’s only right you make the same commitment as the other girls.

I have however added an extension clause for you.”

“What do you mean? Extension?”

“It’s a standard one-year contract. But you have the option to extend. I don’t normally allow it. But I think… you’re a little special. I could find a place for you permanently if you like it here.”

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Permanent? I hadn’t thought that far ahead. But I liked the idea I wouldn’t be rejected as some used-up vessel in twelve months. Rosie and the others were all young. They had a life to build beyond Master. It was understandable that they went forward in the world. But I had done that. I had my home and money in the bank. I had a daughter and I’d tried marriage. For me, there was little else to experience outside.

I liked the idea that I could dedicate my existence to one purpose.

“Thank you, Master.”

I crossed out the promise of payment. I didn’t need that. Then I signed.

“Just one thing? What about my daughter? I should have time in the real world that I can spend with her.”

The one reality that kept me from total absorption.

Stuart looked thoughtful.

“You said she was experimenting with Reddit. Showing herself on the internet.

That’s only a step away from Only Fans.”

“I know.”

“Then perhaps we should ask her to join us here when Rosie moves on? One big happy family.

I’m the meantime you can have time off to see her.

How would you feel about that?”

I should have been horrified. But I wasn’t. I’d watched and participated in Rosie’s initiation into becoming a… what did he call her? A pleasure hostess. Then I’d delivered myself into the role. Now, beyond all reasoning a mother should have, I was actively considering that my girl should become no more than an object of sexual desire for the pleasure of Master.

An onlooker would be aghast. Horrified. But I was so happy. I existed in a sea of pleasurable hormones and I wanted the same for my girl. Even if only for a year. And of course, there was the deal Julia would get. I’d forgone it as I had no need. For me, Master’s intoxicating world of sex beyond my imagination was enough. It was inviting and comforting. But Julia would still have life to build after.

I looked up into Master’s eyes.

“It’ll need a different approach. Very different.” He mused.

He was waiting for my permission.

“We should… you should explore that option, Master.” I said simply.