Raw Anal Lust

[gypziedoll]

Oh, I don't doubt that it will make my girl soaking wet either. Perhaps while I am inside her ass?
She does need her master to give her pain now and then and she completely trusts me not to hurt her. Actually, she trusts me completely and believes I can do anything while sometimes I have a hard time believing I can do anything. Ah well, that is why she is good for me She says she didn't do anything but show me who I could be and she is proud of the man I have grown to be.

That is a very special relationship you have Sir....one most dream of their entire lives.

 

[LordHawk]

Yeah we are pretty lucky. It wasn't exactly easy neither which I think sometimes makes things better. She is fifteen years older then me and we were in two different countries so there was some work involved to come together. But then we appreciate each other all the more for the time apart.
She's wearing a skirt again today, and she knows perfectly well how hot I think she is in skirts. Somebody's just begging for an ass fucking.

 

[tenedaveslilslut]

OMG *fans self* that is soo hot. i was already wet, but my god, reading that made me even more wet. The whole time i read that i imagined Master taking me that way. Yummy

 

[LordHawk]

My stepdaughters going to be at her boyfriends house this afternoon. Might be able to bring my girl home from work and get some ass

 

[gypziedoll]

wanted to stop in and say hello....hope you are well DVS.....

 

[DVS]

This installment is a continuation from post #2257​

Sorry for the delay. Life has found several ways to get my mind off of writing this story. But, here is the next installment...even though it's been almost three months. Is anybody still waiting?

So, the fun continued. My little slut was bound to the ottoman, and I was kneeling beside her with that vibrator she loved so much. Actually, I think she loved it a little too much. At least it was turning out to be a nice addition to my game. Just the sound of it humming made her squirm.

I decided to rub it against her clit, while it was turned off. She reacted to it, but I could tell she wanted more. Oh, don’t get me wrong. She still whimpered when I rubbed it against her, but there seemed to be something missing. Her eyes begged me for sexual release, but her whimpers seemed to beg for more. I guess I spoiled her. She wanted that hum only a vibrator could give her.

I thought about it for a bit, to see if I could use her love for the vibrator against her. If she loved it so much, it would work quite well as a tease. I could reward her if I wanted, with just a few well-placed vibrations. Or, I could punish her by just turning the thing off.

Although she didn’t seem to be getting much of a thrill from my rubbing it against her clit, she was starting to hump against it. She was arching her back in an effort to push harder against it to get the sensation she wanted. Moaning as she pushed her body up towards it, she was trying to feed her hunger with whatever I gave her. She wanted to cum, and if it took more work to get that result, I’m sure she was willing.

After a few minutes of watching her push her body up like that, I decided to give her a little thrill. I flipped the vibe on, and continued to rub her clit with it. The reaction I got was powerful. It was like I shocked her with it. When she felt it buzzing against her clit, she let out a scream, then pulled her body away.

But, as soon as she landed back against the ottoman, I think it clicked in her mind what she was doing. When she realized that what she had felt was the vibrator turning on, she quickly arched her body back up against it. In the second or so that had passed, I hadn’t moved my hand. So she tried to position her clit right where she wanted it to be…hard against the hum of that vibrator. I helped her out by pressing the vibe against her.

She was gasping for breath. It was difficult for her to keep the position she had her body pushed into. She was grunting in-between breaths, doing her best to scratch her sexual itch. Her body was arched up as far as the ropes would allow. She was grinding against that vibrator. All I did was hold it steady, in one spot.

It was obvious that she was quite involved. I’m sure it had to take a lot of strength to hold her body in that position. Her desire for satisfaction was becoming quite strong. Of course, dishing out what she wanted in small doses was one of the ways I can be mean. And when she was in such a fever state, seeing her fight for what she wanted was something special to watch.

The trick is knowing how much to give out. There’s a fine line that you can’t cross. Give her too much, and she might cum. Not enough and her frenzy could subside and she’ll return to reality and frustration. Keeping her right on the edge is the key. Then, her mind is on satisfaction. You keep the hunger in her clit so strong, she can’t think of anything else.

And so, the ballet began. I let her rub against the vibe for a few seconds, then I turned it off. She whimpered her disgust, but still tried to find that sweet spot she needed. I let her do that for a few seconds, then I removed the vibe, completely. She groaned and fell back against the ottoman.

I immediately pressed the vibe hard against her clit and turned it back on. Then, slowly letting up on the pressure, I knew she would arch her back up to get more of that buzz she loved. She followed like there was a string tied around her clit and the other end was tied to the vibe.

I let her rub against it for a short time, then just as before, I turned it off. And, just as before, she whimpered her disgust. She still had to find that sweet spot. Her mind was just where I wanted it. She wanted her satisfaction. She needed it. And, if I could keep her on that edge, before long, she would come to crave it. I love playing the 1-10 game.

I continued playing her for a little while, until I thought she needed a break. And what better way to give her a break than to ask her a question...a question that required her to give me an answer? Take her thoughts away from the vibe and bring her back to reality. And, it was sure to bring out her frustrations too. But, I knew that as soon as that vibe hit home again, the only thing on her mind would be satisfaction.

I removed the vibe and she plopped down on the ottoman. She let out a deep groan. She wasn’t happy. Her body was covered with sweat and her chest was heaving as she caught her breath. Her hair was wet with sweat and sticking to her forehead and face. Oh, but her nipples were hard as rocks. I knew if I pressed that vibe against her sensitive clit, the fun would start all over again. She was still in that zone.

Making her answer me is a sweet little torment. I enjoy sweet little torments. So, in addition to giving her a break, I was priming her for more to come. See, that’s my job, when playing the game. I’m the one in control.

I bent over and whispered into her ear. “What level are you at?”

She looked at me, but her eyes had that ‘out to lunch’ look to them. I don’t think she could comprehend my question. She really wasn’t listening. So, I asked her, again. “What level are you at, slut?”

Again, she looked at me, but it was almost like she didn’t understand English. I thought that maybe she needed something to snap her back to reality. That zone was stronger than I was.

I called to Rita, and asked her to bring over the crop. I needed her help in giving the slut a quick dose of reality. Well, Rita jumped up and was standing by the slut, in nothing flat. She had the crop and was almost fondling it, as she stood there.

I asked Rita to give the slut one quick smack of the crop. Just one, but I left it up to her to decide where one smack would do the most good, to bring her back. I knew I was taking a chance, but I figured one quick smack of the crop...what could go wrong?

Rita gave me a funny look. She seemed puzzled. “Just one,” she asked.

“Yes, Rita. Just one.” I held up my right index finger, to help explain to Rita what I meant.

She still seemed to be examining the situation. “But, anywhere on her body I want. Right?”

I hesitated to answer that question, but I finally did. “Yes. Anywhere you want.”

“Now?”

I leaned back from the slut to give Rita the right of way. “Yes, Rita. Right now.”

Well, it took Rita so long to think things out, that the slut was coming around on her own. I guess seeing a crop wielding Rita above you will snap you out of most anything.

The slut looked at me...her eyes were questioning the situation. Her mouth was forming the words to ask something. But, all she got out was “what’s going...”

Just then, I guess Rita had made her decision and smacked the slut right between her bound legs. The flap of the crop struck her right on the clit. It looked to me like a direct hit. It sounded like one, too, because the slut screamed so loud, you’d think she was being murdered. When she screamed, her body jerked up and the ropes holding her slapped against the sides of the ottoman.

My guess was she was going after Rita, and the ropes stopped her. For a second or two, I wondered how a fight between those two would end up. I was pretty sure Rita could handle herself, but I didn’t know much about the slut. All I knew about her was that she was my new boss. Before that evening, if she and Rita had gotten into a fight, I would guess Rita could beat the shit out of her. But, I’d become closer to my fuck toy, in the course of that evening. I think I'd rather see her win, than Rita.

My slut had calmed down, a bit. She still seemed bothered by Rita’s actions, but at least she was in the same reality as the rest of us. And, there was a nasty red mark that went from her clit to her pelvic bone. Rita’s strike was perfect. Perfect in its mark and perfect in its result. I trusted her and she came through. It could have been much worse.

With the slut calm and thinking clearly, I knew I could ask her what level she was at. But, watching her reaction to Rita’s crop and seeing the red mark, I didn’t think she would be at the same level. But, I decided to ask her anyway. “OK, slut, what level are you at?”

“Level of what, Sir?”

“What do you mean, level of what?”

“Do you mean level of pain, level of arousal...or level of anger?”

Just when she said the word anger, she was looking right at Rita. It looked like my slut had developed a backbone. Not that she didn’t have one before, but the one she had was quite flexible. Her body had been twisted, turned, bent over in various ways all evening. And she put up with all of it like a good fuck toy should. But, I was seeing a different personality in her, towards Rita. Her eyes had fight in them.

It was an interesting thing to see. Being completely compliant all evening, and then with one well placed whack of the crop, she was changing into someone else. I was a little concerned about untying her. I thought she would go right after Rita, as soon as she was loose.

Rita didn’t seem to notice. She seemed satisfied with her job well done. She didn’t think anything more about it. She looked pleased with herself. But that wouldn’t take much effort. She could act pretty cocky sometimes, but I’d never seen her in an actual fight. BDSM is always a controlled situation, when she has either the Domme or the submissive. The slut was just about her size, too. I wonder who would win.

The slut had asked me what level I was referring to. I think I already knew the level of pain she might be experiencing. That was one nasty kiss of the crop. And, I think I could also guess her level of anger. But, I didn’t want to make too much of it. I knew the slut was pissed, but Rita had done exactly what I asked her to. Maybe she did swing the crop a little harder than necessary, but that was my fault. I knew Rita might do something like that. I was suppose to be in control and she got one past me.

Of course, the slut was just trying to make a point. I knew that. Maybe there would be a time when the two of them would switch positions. I just made a mental note of it in my mind and went on.

While answering the slut, I stayed in control. I cleared my throat and answered her question calmly, without emotion. “I mean level of arousal.”

“Is there a level zero,” she asked, sarcastically. She quickly smiled when she saw me looking. I hoped that smile meant she was cooling off. I knew her arousal level would be low...and zero is low.

I thought a slight break might help the situation. Something to get everyone’s mind off of what had just happened...or at least give it a try. “Before we start again, do you want some water?” I pointed at the red welt that was forming beside her pubic area. “And maybe you should put some ice on that.”

“Yes, thank you. But, what I really want is to go to the bathroom.”

The bathroom? Shit, I hadn’t planned on that. That meant she would have to be untied. She couldn’t take that ottoman into the bathroom with her...although I did give that idea a thought.

I didn’t know how to handle the situation. Should I warn Rita? Did I even have to? Could I trust the slut to do just what she had asked to do, or was her plan to make a diving leap for Rita, the minute she was untied?

I asked Lucy to help untie the slut. While they were busy, I had a quick talk, with James. He said he had also noticed the slut’s reaction to Rita’s crop, but he didn’t think the situation had the same potential that I thought it did. He said the slut might have gone after Rita initially, if the ropes hadn’t stopped her.

I watched as Lucy helped the slut untie her ankles. Then, she was free. The moment had come. She stood up and stretched a little, then went to the bathroom. On the way, she picked up some ice cubes from the cooler.

But, as she closed the door behind her, I knew the situation could still erupt. She could come out of that bathroom door and make a move for Rita, on her way back to the ottoman. Or, was she going to let it go, as James had said.

Part of me wanted to sit back and let her do what she wanted. I was getting more curious as to who would come out on top...the slut or Rita. The slut had some pent up anger, and it was mostly directed at Rita. Rita could talk a good talk, but it was always when she was in Domme mode. So, the person her talk was directed at was probably a submissive. That’s not much of a fight. More and more, my money was betting on the slut. Anger can be quite a driving force.

The time had come. The bathroom door opened and out walked the slut. I quickly glanced over at James to see if he was watching. We watched as the slut made her way over to the ottoman. That mark next to her clit was still pretty red. But, in that area, her skin color was alabaster white. That really made it stand out.

Rita had been sitting on the desk. When she saw the slut, she hopped off and started walking. At first, I thought Rita was walking towards the slut, but she was walking towards Lucy. Lucy had been sitting in one of the chairs, not far from the ottoman.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Both Rita and the slut arrived at the ottoman at the same time. Lucy stood up. She and Rita looked like they were two bullies in the schoolyard, ready to pounce on the slut. But, the slut calmly took her place on the ottoman. She quietly leaned back and waited for someone to tie her arms and legs. Lucy looked over at me. I nodded to her, and she got down on her knees to tie the slut’s arms to the ottoman. Rita got down by her legs.

Lucy looked up at me, again. “Tie her just as she was, before?”

Again, I nodded back to her. “Yes. Just as she was, before. But don’t tie her too tight. She might be there, for a while.” I couldn’t believe it. Nothing had happened. I thought sure the slut was going to make her move. Maybe she was going to let it go, like James said.

The girls had finished tying the slut to the ottoman. She was wiggling around, kind of testing their work. I didn’t hear any complaints, so I walked over and stood beside my squirming fuck toy. “Are we ready for more action, slut?”

She looked up at me. As soon as our eyes met, she smiled. “Yes, Sir. We’re ready.”

I smiled back at her. “Good.” I got down on my knees, beside her. “OK, ladies and gentlemen. Intermission is over.” I picked up the vibrator and turned it on. “Please take your seats, the show is about to begin.”

The next installment in this continuing story is on post #2313.​

 

[gypziedoll]

This installment is a continuation from post #2257​

Sorry for the delay. Life has found several ways to get my mind off of writing this story. But, here is the next installment...even though it's been almost three months. Is anybody still waiting?

So, the fun continued. My little slut was bound to the ottoman, and I was kneeling beside her with that vibrator she loved so much. Actually, I think she loved it a little too much. At least it was turning out to be a nice addition to my game. Just the sound of it humming made her squirm.

I decided to rub it against her clit, while it was turned off. She reacted to it, but I could tell she wanted more. Oh, don’t get me wrong. She still whimpered when I rubbed it against her, but there seemed to be something missing. Her eyes begged me for sexual release, but her whimpers seemed to beg for more. I guess I spoiled her. She wanted that hum only a vibrator could give her.

I thought about it for a bit, to see if I could use her love for the vibrator against her. If she loved it so much, it would work quite well as a tease. I could reward her if I wanted, with just a few well-placed vibrations. Or, I could punish her by just turning the thing off.

Although she didn’t seem to be getting much of a thrill from my rubbing it against her clit, she was starting to hump against it. She was arching her back in an effort to push harder against it to get the sensation she wanted. Moaning as she pushed her body up towards it, she was trying to feed her hunger with whatever I gave her. She wanted to cum, and if it took more work to get that result, I’m sure she was willing.

After a few minutes of watching her push her body up like that, I decided to give her a little thrill. I flipped the vibe on, and continued to rub her clit with it. The reaction I got was powerful. It was like I shocked her with it. When she felt it buzzing against her clit, she let out a scream, then pulled her body away.

But, as soon as she landed back against the ottoman, I think it clicked in her mind what she was doing. When she realized that what she had felt was the vibrator turning on, she quickly arched her body back up against it. In the second or so that had passed, I hadn’t moved my hand. So she tried to position her clit right where she wanted it to be…hard against the hum of that vibrator. I helped her out by pressing the vibe against her.

She was gasping for breath. It was difficult for her to keep the position she had her body pushed into. She was grunting in-between breaths, doing her best to scratch her sexual itch. Her body was arched up as far as the ropes would allow. She was grinding against that vibrator. All I did was hold it steady, in one spot.

It was obvious that she was quite involved. I’m sure it had to take a lot of strength to hold her body in that position. Her desire for satisfaction was becoming quite strong. Of course, dishing out what she wanted in small doses was one of the ways I can be mean. And when she was in such a fever state, seeing her fight for what she wanted was something special to watch.

The trick is knowing how much to give out. There’s a fine line that you can’t cross. Give her too much, and she might cum. Not enough and her frenzy could subside and she’ll return to reality and frustration. Keeping her right on the edge is the key. Then, her mind is on satisfaction. You keep the hunger in her clit so strong, she can’t think of anything else.

And so, the ballet began. I let her rub against the vibe for a few seconds, then I turned it off. She whimpered her disgust, but still tried to find that sweet spot she needed. I let her do that for a few seconds, then I removed the vibe, completely. She groaned and fell back against the ottoman.

I immediately pressed the vibe hard against her clit and turned it back on. Then, slowly letting up on the pressure, I knew she would arch her back up to get more of that buzz she loved. She followed like there was a string tied around her clit and the other end was tied to the vibe.

I let her rub against it for a short time, then just as before, I turned it off. And, just as before, she whimpered her disgust. She still had to find that sweet spot. Her mind was just where I wanted it. She wanted her satisfaction. She needed it. And, if I could keep her on that edge, before long, she would come to crave it. I love playing the 1-10 game.

I continued playing her for a little while, until I thought she needed a break. And what better way to give her a break than to ask her a question...a question that required her to give me an answer? Take her thoughts away from the vibe and bring her back to reality. And, it was sure to bring out her frustrations too. But, I knew that as soon as that vibe hit home again, the only thing on her mind would be satisfaction.

I removed the vibe and she plopped down on the ottoman. She let out a deep groan. She wasn’t happy. Her body was covered with sweat and her chest was heaving as she caught her breath. Her hair was wet with sweat and sticking to her forehead and face. Oh, but her nipples were hard as rocks. I knew if I pressed that vibe against her sensitive clit, the fun would start all over again. She was still in that zone.

Making her answer me is a sweet little torment. I enjoy sweet little torments. So, in addition to giving her a break, I was priming her for more to come. See, that’s my job, when playing the game. I’m the one in control.

I bent over and whispered into her ear. “What level are you at?”

She looked at me, but her eyes had that ‘out to lunch’ look to them. I don’t think she could comprehend my question. She really wasn’t listening. So, I asked her, again. “What level are you at, slut?”

Again, she looked at me, but it was almost like she didn’t understand English. I thought that maybe she needed something to snap her back to reality. That zone was stronger than I was.

I called to Rita, and asked her to bring over the crop. I needed her help in giving the slut a quick dose of reality. Well, Rita jumped up and was standing by the slut, in nothing flat. She had the crop and was almost fondling it, as she stood there.

I asked Rita to give the slut one quick smack of the crop. Just one, but I left it up to her to decide where one smack would do the most good, to bring her back. I knew I was taking a chance, but I figured one quick smack of the crop...what could go wrong?

Rita gave me a funny look. She seemed puzzled. “Just one,” she asked.

“Yes, Rita. Just one.” I held up my right index finger, to help explain to Rita what I meant.

She still seemed to be examining the situation. “But, anywhere on her body I want. Right?”

I hesitated to answer that question, but I finally did. “Yes. Anywhere you want.”

“Now?”

I leaned back from the slut to give Rita the right of way. “Yes, Rita. Right now.”

Well, it took Rita so long to think things out, that the slut was coming around on her own. I guess seeing a crop wielding Rita above you will snap you out of most anything.

The slut looked at me...her eyes were questioning the situation. Her mouth was forming the words to ask something. But, all she got out was “what’s going...”

Just then, I guess Rita had made her decision and smacked the slut right between her bound legs. The flap of the crop struck her right on the clit. It looked to me like a direct hit. It sounded like one, too, because the slut screamed so loud, you’d think she was being murdered. When she screamed, her body jerked up and the ropes holding her slapped against the sides of the ottoman.

My guess was she was going after Rita, and the ropes stopped her. For a second or two, I wondered how a fight between those two would end up. I was pretty sure Rita could handle herself, but I didn’t know much about the slut. All I knew about her was that she was my new boss. Before that evening, if she and Rita had gotten into a fight, I would guess Rita could beat the shit out of her. But, I’d become closer to my fuck toy, in the course of that evening. I think I'd rather see her win, than Rita.

My slut had calmed down, a bit. She still seemed bothered by Rita’s actions, but at least she was in the same reality as the rest of us. And, there was a nasty red mark that went from her clit to her pelvic bone. Rita’s strike was perfect. Perfect in its mark and perfect in its result. I trusted her and she came through. It could have been much worse.

With the slut calm and thinking clearly, I knew I could ask her what level she was at. But, watching her reaction to Rita’s crop and seeing the red mark, I didn’t think she would be at the same level. But, I decided to ask her anyway. “OK, slut, what level are you at?”

“Level of what, Sir?”

“What do you mean, level of what?”

“Do you mean level of pain, level of arousal...or level of anger?”

Just when she said the word anger, she was looking right at Rita. It looked like my slut had developed a backbone. Not that she didn’t have one before, but the one she had was quite flexible. Her body had been twisted, turned, bent over in various ways all evening. And she put up with all of it like a good fuck toy should. But, I was seeing a different personality in her, towards Rita. Her eyes had fight in them.

It was an interesting thing to see. Being completely compliant all evening, and then with one well placed whack of the crop, she was changing into someone else. I was a little concerned about untying her. I thought she would go right after Rita, as soon as she was loose.

Rita didn’t seem to notice. She seemed satisfied with her job well done. She didn’t think anything more about it. She looked pleased with herself. But that wouldn’t take much effort. She could act pretty cocky sometimes, but I’d never seen her in an actual fight. BDSM is always a controlled situation, when she has either the Domme or the submissive. The slut was just about her size, too. I wonder who would win.

The slut had asked me what level I was referring to. I think I already knew the level of pain she might be experiencing. That was one nasty kiss of the crop. And, I think I could also guess her level of anger. But, I didn’t want to make too much of it. I knew the slut was pissed, but Rita had done exactly what I asked her to. Maybe she did swing the crop a little harder than necessary, but that was my fault. I knew Rita might do something like that. I was suppose to be in control and she got one past me.

Of course, the slut was just trying to make a point. I knew that. Maybe there would be a time when the two of them would switch positions. I just made a mental note of it in my mind and went on.

While answering the slut, I stayed in control. I cleared my throat and answered her question calmly, without emotion. “I mean level of arousal.”

“Is there a level zero,” she asked, sarcastically. She quickly smiled when she saw me looking. I hoped that smile meant she was cooling off. I knew her arousal level would be low...and zero is low.

I thought a slight break might help the situation. Something to get everyone’s mind off of what had just happened...or at least give it a try. “Before we start again, do you want some water?” I pointed at the red welt that was forming beside her pubic area. “And maybe you should put some ice on that.”

“Yes, thank you. But, what I really want is to go to the bathroom.”

The bathroom? Shit, I hadn’t planned on that. That meant she would have to be untied. She couldn’t take that ottoman into the bathroom with her...although I did give that idea a thought.

I didn’t know how to handle the situation. Should I warn Rita? Did I even have to? Could I trust the slut to do just what she had asked to do, or was her plan to make a diving leap for Rita, the minute she was untied?

I asked Lucy to help untie the slut. While they were busy, I had a quick talk, with James. He said he had also noticed the slut’s reaction to Rita’s crop, but he didn’t think the situation had the same potential that I thought it did. He said the slut might have gone after Rita initially, if the ropes hadn’t stopped her.

I watched as Lucy helped the slut untie her ankles. Then, she was free. The moment had come. She stood up and stretched a little, then went to the bathroom. On the way, she picked up some ice cubes from the cooler.

But, as she closed the door behind her, I knew the situation could still erupt. She could come out of that bathroom door and make a move for Rita, on her way back to the ottoman. Or, was she going to let it go, as James had said.

Part of me wanted to sit back and let her do what she wanted. I was getting more curious as to who would come out on top...the slut or Rita. The slut had some pent up anger, and it was mostly directed at Rita. Rita could talk a good talk, but it was always when she was in Domme mode. So, the person her talk was directed at was probably a submissive. That’s not much of a fight. More and more, my money was betting on the slut. Anger can be quite a driving force.

The time had come. The bathroom door opened and out walked the slut. I quickly glanced over at James to see if he was watching. We watched as the slut made her way over to the ottoman. That mark next to her clit was still pretty red. But, in that area, her skin color was alabaster white. That really made it stand out.

Rita had been sitting on the desk. When she saw the slut, she hopped off and started walking. At first, I thought Rita was walking towards the slut, but she was walking towards Lucy. Lucy had been sitting in one of the chairs, not far from the ottoman.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Both Rita and the slut arrived at the ottoman at the same time. Lucy stood up. She and Rita looked like they were two bullies in the schoolyard, ready to pounce on the slut. But, the slut calmly took her place on the ottoman. She quietly leaned back and waited for someone to tie her arms and legs. Lucy looked over at me. I nodded to her, and she got down on her knees to tie the slut’s arms to the ottoman. Rita got down by her legs.

Lucy looked up at me, again. “Tie her just as she was, before?”

Again, I nodded back to her. “Yes. Just as she was, before. But don’t tie her too tight. She might be there, for a while.” I couldn’t believe it. Nothing had happened. I thought sure the slut was going to make her move. Maybe she was going to let it go, like James said.

The girls had finished tying the slut to the ottoman. She was wiggling around, kind of testing their work. I didn’t hear any complaints, so I walked over and stood beside my squirming fuck toy. “Are we ready for more action, slut?”

She looked up at me. As soon as our eyes met, she smiled. “Yes, Sir. We’re ready.”

I smiled back at her. “Good.” I got down on my knees, beside her. “OK, ladies and gentlemen. Intermission is over.” I picked up the vibrator and turned it on. “Please take your seats, the show is about to begin.”

This is the most recent installment of the story...so far.​

ohhhhhh very nicely done Sir, can't wait to see the rest of the show

 

[DVS]

ohhhhhh very nicely done Sir, can't wait to see the rest of the show

I'm glad you liike it. I'm also glad you've stuck around, these several months. And, you haven't lost your touch for being first to post, either.

 

[gypziedoll]

I'm glad you liike it. I'm also glad you've stuck around, these several months. And, you haven't lost your touch for being first to post, either.

*grins*...you always know how to make me "squirm" in just the right ways Sir....which is why I love your work....I just happen to always be in the right place at the right time when you post them *smiles*.....

As you know I was hooked on your work from the very first line of the very first story of yours I read....

*hugs*

 

[Shankara20]

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's for you DVS....

 

[Blushing Bottom]

Yummmmmmmmmm....Breakfast!

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[DVS]

I'm glad ya'll are enjoying this installment. I might come out of this slump, yet. And, I hope the next installment is sooner than three months down the road. I remember, in the beginning, I was pumping them out, sometimes two a week.

But, this 1-10 game can be interesting. If any of you haven't tried it for yourself, you should. A nice rainy Sunday afternoon, with nothing to do...

Oh, if you live in an apartment, it might be good to let the police know ahead of time. Just in case the neighbors call. The apartments they make these days, the walls are so thin, you can hear your neighbors flush their toilet.

And, if your submissive is a screamer, just living in a quiet neighborhood can be bad. If you get those strange looks, when you go out to work in the yard, you might think about adding insulation to the walls of your house.

And, when it comes to sex play, remember the old saying. Practice makes perfect.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

This installment is a continuation from post #2257​

Sorry for the delay. Life has found several ways to get my mind off of writing this story. But, here is the next installment...even though it's been almost three months. Is anybody still waiting?

So, the fun continued. My little slut was bound to the ottoman, and I was kneeling beside her with that vibrator she loved so much. Actually, I think she loved it a little too much. At least it was turning out to be a nice addition to my game. Just the sound of it humming made her squirm.

I decided to rub it against her clit, while it was turned off. She reacted to it, but I could tell she wanted more. Oh, don’t get me wrong. She still whimpered when I rubbed it against her, but there seemed to be something missing. Her eyes begged me for sexual release, but her whimpers seemed to beg for more. I guess I spoiled her. She wanted that hum only a vibrator could give her.

I thought about it for a bit, to see if I could use her love for the vibrator against her. If she loved it so much, it would work quite well as a tease. I could reward her if I wanted, with just a few well-placed vibrations. Or, I could punish her by just turning the thing off.

Although she didn’t seem to be getting much of a thrill from my rubbing it against her clit, she was starting to hump against it. She was arching her back in an effort to push harder against it to get the sensation she wanted. Moaning as she pushed her body up towards it, she was trying to feed her hunger with whatever I gave her. She wanted to cum, and if it took more work to get that result, I’m sure she was willing.

After a few minutes of watching her push her body up like that, I decided to give her a little thrill. I flipped the vibe on, and continued to rub her clit with it. The reaction I got was powerful. It was like I shocked her with it. When she felt it buzzing against her clit, she let out a scream, then pulled her body away.

But, as soon as she landed back against the ottoman, I think it clicked in her mind what she was doing. When she realized that what she had felt was the vibrator turning on, she quickly arched her body back up against it. In the second or so that had passed, I hadn’t moved my hand. So she tried to position her clit right where she wanted it to be…hard against the hum of that vibrator. I helped her out by pressing the vibe against her.

She was gasping for breath. It was difficult for her to keep the position she had her body pushed into. She was grunting in-between breaths, doing her best to scratch her sexual itch. Her body was arched up as far as the ropes would allow. She was grinding against that vibrator. All I did was hold it steady, in one spot.

It was obvious that she was quite involved. I’m sure it had to take a lot of strength to hold her body in that position. Her desire for satisfaction was becoming quite strong. Of course, dishing out what she wanted in small doses was one of the ways I can be mean. And when she was in such a fever state, seeing her fight for what she wanted was something special to watch.

The trick is knowing how much to give out. There’s a fine line that you can’t cross. Give her too much, and she might cum. Not enough and her frenzy could subside and she’ll return to reality and frustration. Keeping her right on the edge is the key. Then, her mind is on satisfaction. You keep the hunger in her clit so strong, she can’t think of anything else.

And so, the ballet began. I let her rub against the vibe for a few seconds, then I turned it off. She whimpered her disgust, but still tried to find that sweet spot she needed. I let her do that for a few seconds, then I removed the vibe, completely. She groaned and fell back against the ottoman.

I immediately pressed the vibe hard against her clit and turned it back on. Then, slowly letting up on the pressure, I knew she would arch her back up to get more of that buzz she loved. She followed like there was a string tied around her clit and the other end was tied to the vibe.

I let her rub against it for a short time, then just as before, I turned it off. And, just as before, she whimpered her disgust. She still had to find that sweet spot. Her mind was just where I wanted it. She wanted her satisfaction. She needed it. And, if I could keep her on that edge, before long, she would come to crave it. I love playing the 1-10 game.

I continued playing her for a little while, until I thought she needed a break. And what better way to give her a break than to ask her a question...a question that required her to give me an answer? Take her thoughts away from the vibe and bring her back to reality. And, it was sure to bring out her frustrations too. But, I knew that as soon as that vibe hit home again, the only thing on her mind would be satisfaction.

I removed the vibe and she plopped down on the ottoman. She let out a deep groan. She wasn’t happy. Her body was covered with sweat and her chest was heaving as she caught her breath. Her hair was wet with sweat and sticking to her forehead and face. Oh, but her nipples were hard as rocks. I knew if I pressed that vibe against her sensitive clit, the fun would start all over again. She was still in that zone.

Making her answer me is a sweet little torment. I enjoy sweet little torments. So, in addition to giving her a break, I was priming her for more to come. See, that’s my job, when playing the game. I’m the one in control.

I bent over and whispered into her ear. “What level are you at?”

She looked at me, but her eyes had that ‘out to lunch’ look to them. I don’t think she could comprehend my question. She really wasn’t listening. So, I asked her, again. “What level are you at, slut?”

Again, she looked at me, but it was almost like she didn’t understand English. I thought that maybe she needed something to snap her back to reality. That zone was stronger than I was.

I called to Rita, and asked her to bring over the crop. I needed her help in giving the slut a quick dose of reality. Well, Rita jumped up and was standing by the slut, in nothing flat. She had the crop and was almost fondling it, as she stood there.

I asked Rita to give the slut one quick smack of the crop. Just one, but I left it up to her to decide where one smack would do the most good, to bring her back. I knew I was taking a chance, but I figured one quick smack of the crop...what could go wrong?

Rita gave me a funny look. She seemed puzzled. “Just one,” she asked.

“Yes, Rita. Just one.” I held up my right index finger, to help explain to Rita what I meant.

She still seemed to be examining the situation. “But, anywhere on her body I want. Right?”

I hesitated to answer that question, but I finally did. “Yes. Anywhere you want.”

“Now?”

I leaned back from the slut to give Rita the right of way. “Yes, Rita. Right now.”

Well, it took Rita so long to think things out, that the slut was coming around on her own. I guess seeing a crop wielding Rita above you will snap you out of most anything.

The slut looked at me...her eyes were questioning the situation. Her mouth was forming the words to ask something. But, all she got out was “what’s going...”

Just then, I guess Rita had made her decision and smacked the slut right between her bound legs. The flap of the crop struck her right on the clit. It looked to me like a direct hit. It sounded like one, too, because the slut screamed so loud, you’d think she was being murdered. When she screamed, her body jerked up and the ropes holding her slapped against the sides of the ottoman.

My guess was she was going after Rita, and the ropes stopped her. For a second or two, I wondered how a fight between those two would end up. I was pretty sure Rita could handle herself, but I didn’t know much about the slut. All I knew about her was that she was my new boss. Before that evening, if she and Rita had gotten into a fight, I would guess Rita could beat the shit out of her. But, I’d become closer to my fuck toy, in the course of that evening. I think I'd rather see her win, than Rita.

My slut had calmed down, a bit. She still seemed bothered by Rita’s actions, but at least she was in the same reality as the rest of us. And, there was a nasty red mark that went from her clit to her pelvic bone. Rita’s strike was perfect. Perfect in its mark and perfect in its result. I trusted her and she came through. It could have been much worse.

With the slut calm and thinking clearly, I knew I could ask her what level she was at. But, watching her reaction to Rita’s crop and seeing the red mark, I didn’t think she would be at the same level. But, I decided to ask her anyway. “OK, slut, what level are you at?”

“Level of what, Sir?”

“What do you mean, level of what?”

“Do you mean level of pain, level of arousal...or level of anger?”

Just when she said the word anger, she was looking right at Rita. It looked like my slut had developed a backbone. Not that she didn’t have one before, but the one she had was quite flexible. Her body had been twisted, turned, bent over in various ways all evening. And she put up with all of it like a good fuck toy should. But, I was seeing a different personality in her, towards Rita. Her eyes had fight in them.

It was an interesting thing to see. Being completely compliant all evening, and then with one well placed whack of the crop, she was changing into someone else. I was a little concerned about untying her. I thought she would go right after Rita, as soon as she was loose.

Rita didn’t seem to notice. She seemed satisfied with her job well done. She didn’t think anything more about it. She looked pleased with herself. But that wouldn’t take much effort. She could act pretty cocky sometimes, but I’d never seen her in an actual fight. BDSM is always a controlled situation, when she has either the Domme or the submissive. The slut was just about her size, too. I wonder who would win.

The slut had asked me what level I was referring to. I think I already knew the level of pain she might be experiencing. That was one nasty kiss of the crop. And, I think I could also guess her level of anger. But, I didn’t want to make too much of it. I knew the slut was pissed, but Rita had done exactly what I asked her to. Maybe she did swing the crop a little harder than necessary, but that was my fault. I knew Rita might do something like that. I was suppose to be in control and she got one past me.

Of course, the slut was just trying to make a point. I knew that. Maybe there would be a time when the two of them would switch positions. I just made a mental note of it in my mind and went on.

While answering the slut, I stayed in control. I cleared my throat and answered her question calmly, without emotion. “I mean level of arousal.”

“Is there a level zero,” she asked, sarcastically. She quickly smiled when she saw me looking. I hoped that smile meant she was cooling off. I knew her arousal level would be low...and zero is low.

I thought a slight break might help the situation. Something to get everyone’s mind off of what had just happened...or at least give it a try. “Before we start again, do you want some water?” I pointed at the red welt that was forming beside her pubic area. “And maybe you should put some ice on that.”

“Yes, thank you. But, what I really want is to go to the bathroom.”

The bathroom? Shit, I hadn’t planned on that. That meant she would have to be untied. She couldn’t take that ottoman into the bathroom with her...although I did give that idea a thought.

I didn’t know how to handle the situation. Should I warn Rita? Did I even have to? Could I trust the slut to do just what she had asked to do, or was her plan to make a diving leap for Rita, the minute she was untied?

I asked Lucy to help untie the slut. While they were busy, I had a quick talk, with James. He said he had also noticed the slut’s reaction to Rita’s crop, but he didn’t think the situation had the same potential that I thought it did. He said the slut might have gone after Rita initially, if the ropes hadn’t stopped her.

I watched as Lucy helped the slut untie her ankles. Then, she was free. The moment had come. She stood up and stretched a little, then went to the bathroom. On the way, she picked up some ice cubes from the cooler.

But, as she closed the door behind her, I knew the situation could still erupt. She could come out of that bathroom door and make a move for Rita, on her way back to the ottoman. Or, was she going to let it go, as James had said.

Part of me wanted to sit back and let her do what she wanted. I was getting more curious as to who would come out on top...the slut or Rita. The slut had some pent up anger, and it was mostly directed at Rita. Rita could talk a good talk, but it was always when she was in Domme mode. So, the person her talk was directed at was probably a submissive. That’s not much of a fight. More and more, my money was betting on the slut. Anger can be quite a driving force.

The time had come. The bathroom door opened and out walked the slut. I quickly glanced over at James to see if he was watching. We watched as the slut made her way over to the ottoman. That mark next to her clit was still pretty red. But, in that area, her skin color was alabaster white. That really made it stand out.

Rita had been sitting on the desk. When she saw the slut, she hopped off and started walking. At first, I thought Rita was walking towards the slut, but she was walking towards Lucy. Lucy had been sitting in one of the chairs, not far from the ottoman.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Both Rita and the slut arrived at the ottoman at the same time. Lucy stood up. She and Rita looked like they were two bullies in the schoolyard, ready to pounce on the slut. But, the slut calmly took her place on the ottoman. She quietly leaned back and waited for someone to tie her arms and legs. Lucy looked over at me. I nodded to her, and she got down on her knees to tie the slut’s arms to the ottoman. Rita got down by her legs.

Lucy looked up at me, again. “Tie her just as she was, before?”

Again, I nodded back to her. “Yes. Just as she was, before. But don’t tie her too tight. She might be there, for a while.” I couldn’t believe it. Nothing had happened. I thought sure the slut was going to make her move. Maybe she was going to let it go, like James said.

The girls had finished tying the slut to the ottoman. She was wiggling around, kind of testing their work. I didn’t hear any complaints, so I walked over and stood beside my squirming fuck toy. “Are we ready for more action, slut?”

She looked up at me. As soon as our eyes met, she smiled. “Yes, Sir. We’re ready.”

I smiled back at her. “Good.” I got down on my knees, beside her. “OK, ladies and gentlemen. Intermission is over.” I picked up the vibrator and turned it on. “Please take your seats, the show is about to begin.”

This is the most recent installment of the story...so far.​

~ Ohhh, *soft groan* I do know how to relate to some of what your slut is feeling!! And "squirm" in one's chair? It doessss do that - oh-so-well!

~ Can't wait to see what You do to/with the slut to achieve Level 10 though. This build up and let down... then build up again... is a Level 8 and better with its anticipation.

~ Well done Sir!

 

[DVS]

I have a sneaky suspician people just come to this thread to um...read. Not that many posts, but the views keep adding up. So, I guess we have a bunch of raw anal lurkers? Now, there's a kinky bunch. LOL.


OK, OK. Nothing wrong with anal lurkers. In fact, I think I could be a member or that group, at times. Just making a point. And, using that point to bring the thread back up to the top. Gotta keep this thread alive, don't I?

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

I have a sneaky suspician people just come to this thread to um...read. Not that many posts, but the views keep adding up. So, I guess we have a bunch of raw anal lurkers? Now, there's a kinky bunch. LOL.


OK, OK. Nothing wrong with anal lurkers. In fact, I think I could be a member or that group, at times. Just making a point. And, using that point to bring the thread back up to the top. Gotta keep this thread alive, don't I?

~ Yes Sir You do!! And You do a very, very good job of keeping it alive and of getting it back up to the top where it belongs.

~ Job well done on the story DVS! Job well done. You really keep us wanting more... which is as it should be!

 

[gypziedoll]

I have a sneaky suspician people just come to this thread to um...read. Not that many posts, but the views keep adding up. So, I guess we have a bunch of raw anal lurkers? Now, there's a kinky bunch. LOL.


OK, OK. Nothing wrong with anal lurkers. In fact, I think I could be a member or that group, at times. Just making a point. And, using that point to bring the thread back up to the top. Gotta keep this thread alive, don't I?

I am sure after they ummmm....read here they are extremely hot and bothered...and need to umm...take care of some deep seeded lustful thoughts..*winks* why do you think your loyal readers stay here

 

[Evil_Geoff]

I have a sneaky suspician people just come to this thread to um...read. Not that many posts, but the views keep adding up.

Well DVS, I normally don't post unless I have something to contribute... This is _your_ place to shine, and you don't need me hijacking the thread. But I do drop in from time to time to see how things are coming along.

Keep up the good work!

 

[graceanne]

I have a sneaky suspician people just come to this thread to um...read. Not that many posts, but the views keep adding up. So, I guess we have a bunch of raw anal lurkers? Now, there's a kinky bunch. LOL.

It's why I . . . er come here. To 'read'.

 

[Zinfandel]

I have a sneaky suspician people just come to this thread to um...read. Not that many posts, but the views keep adding up. So, I guess we have a bunch of raw anal lurkers? Now, there's a kinky bunch. LOL.


OK, OK. Nothing wrong with anal lurkers. In fact, I think I could be a member or that group, at times. Just making a point. And, using that point to bring the thread back up to the top. Gotta keep this thread alive, don't I?

Wow, 50,000+ views???

I've noticed, here and on other message boards, that a typical ratio of posts to views is about 1:10. Unless it's a very exciting topic, and then the ratio favors more views and less posts.

But my own viewing habits wouldn't help to account for the ratio in this thread. Nope, definitely not.

 

[FurryFury]

I have a sneaky suspician people just come to this thread to um...read. Not that many posts, but the views keep adding up. So, I guess we have a bunch of raw anal lurkers? Now, there's a kinky bunch. LOL.


OK, OK. Nothing wrong with anal lurkers. In fact, I think I could be a member or that group, at times. Just making a point. And, using that point to bring the thread back up to the top. Gotta keep this thread alive, don't I?

This is pathetic, what I'm about to say, that is.

*sigh*

I haven't read the latest post in the story. You know why? Cause I'm afraid. Afraid I'll get too worked up without the outlet I need.

*sob*

But I'll get around to it when the "end" is in sight, so to speak.

Fury

 

[FurryFury]

*bumps*

(I might actually be getting some in the end over the next couple of days or at least getting some. Therefore . . . BUMP!)


Fury

 

[gypziedoll]

*bumps*

(I might actually be getting some in the end over the next couple of days or at least getting some. Therefore . . . BUMP!)


Fury

I'm jealous.....lucky girl

 

[FurryFury]

I'm jealous.....lucky girl

Well, I'm keeping my fingers crossed anyway.

*smiles*

Fury

 

[gypziedoll]

Well, I'm keeping my fingers crossed anyway.

*smiles*

Fury

good luck Baby

 

[FurryFury]

good luck Baby

Thanks!

I got some "maintenance sex" today with high expectations of something a bit more than that tomorrow. NOW I can read the latest Raw Anal Sex episode!

*does happy dance*

Fury