Lucille

[Frambois]

I taste the tears from my eyes as his lips kiss mine softly, then the invasion of his toungue, powerful like a snake uncoiling into my mouth filling my mouth with a pulsating hot sensation.

I had had to force myself not to cry out as he smacked me, counting each sharp blow as my body shook from the impact, my hands gripping the legs of the chair, my knuckles white.

My toes had dug into the carpet as if to push away, lifting my knees from the floor as my body rested on the leather, breasts hanging free over the edge.

I thought he would never stop as he went from cheek to cheek, then the swish and pain of an implement across both my naked cheeks. I could feel the heat and pain becoming unbearable then he stopped, what next?

Gentle now, his soft fingers on my trembling lips, his other hand stroking my tortured flesh then dipping again into my pussy, probing as first one then two and more fingers are forced into me, my juices flowing as I arch my back to push back on his hand as it fills me, my head down as I wriggle and push back wanting more of him, deeper.

I lick and suck on his fingers with my mouth and pussy, like a hungry animal, legs wide open, buttocks flexing as I buck on his hand. His hand escapes my mouth to cup and squeeze my swinging breasts, I expect the pain again but it does not come, am I disappointed?

Without warning his fingers are pulled from me, my bottom continues to fuck, yes that is the word I can think it now, fuck the air, his wet fingers trace along my back till he is here now kissing me.

As I reach for him to pull his face to mine he stands back, opens his pants,

"Now Lucille, now."

Looking up at him, back arched, hand reaching out, long hair over one shoulder I gasp my need

"Please, please sir"

 

[New Master]

"Open your mouth, Lucille," I command, taking my engorged penis from my pants.

She opens wide, her eyes riveted on mine, her lips full. I step forward, using my hand to guide my member to her, brushing myself back and forth across her lips.

She strains forward to take me in, but I keep just out of reach.

"Tell me what you want, Lucille."

She looks at me, hesitating, perhaps fighting one last internal battle. Then softly, "I want . . . Sir, I want you . . ."

"Say it Lucille. You want what?"

"I want you . . . to fuck me, sir. Please sir, fuck me."

I smile at her, a mixture of lust and affection and push myself into her waiting mouth. Hungrily she accepts, closing her lips over my cock head and sucking with the same intensity she'd used on my fingers.

With both hands, I take hold of her head, forcing myself deaper into her mouth repeatedly, deaper, fucking her mouth. Slowly at first, then harder and more intensely with each stroke.

Lucille gags a bit but never falters. Her eyes are locked on mine, a feverish, wanton expression on her face. She sucks and licks. Her hand takes my shaft and she strokes me as her lips pay close attention to the head of my cock.

Hungry. It is the only word to describe her.

And I, her equal in lust.

Now it is me who is feverish, hungry. I force myself deeply into her mouth, taking hold of her dark , damp hair, driving my full length into her.

"Open yourself, Lucille."

Her mouth and throat open and I drive my red, throbbing cock as far in as it will go. Then out again. Then in, holding myself inside. Her lips are pushed up against my wooly pubic hair. Then back out.

And then I can take no more. With five or six crazed thrusts, I reach the pinnacle of excitement.

Angrily, I force myself into her one last time holding myself within her mouth, deep down her throat until I cum, my cock pulsing over and over again as I empty myself.

Still cumming, I ease my swollen member from her, the last of my ejaculation shooting on to her face.

Lucille's mouth is open, like a newborn bird, wanting more.

 

[Frambois]

It is the second penis, cock, I thrill at the word, that I have seen today. before I had not even seen a picture of one. I new little of what the looked like or indeed what the man did with them, though I of couse new what they were for.

I had no idea that they were so large! So powerful looking, so thick and so beautiful. My uncle stood before me, his cock standing upright, slightly curved and pale against the thick dark curls covering his belly.

I am drawn to it, as if by magnetism and strain to seel closer, perhaps even to touch, but he is just out of reach, his cock moves as if it has a life of its own and as he watches me a liquid droplet seems to form above the winking eye at the centre of the bulbous head. Thick veins pulse along the length in a spiral arond the shaft, and his balls hang unevenly in a hair covered pouch, I see them move as his cock throbs and twitches.

"Open your mouth, Lucille," Looking up at his face, puzzled I do as he says, wetting my lips nervously with my toungue.

He is stroking my lips from side to side with his cock, I can feel the slippery juice on my lips, first the bottom the across my top lip, tickling me, my lips tremble. The strong strange aroma fills my nostrils, I feel a desire to taste him, but am afraid in case I anger him again.

"Tell me what you want, Lucille."

What do I say? What do I want, dare I ask him to put it in where his fingers were? Is it too big? all the time he is rubbing across my mouth and cheeks, the wetness increasing.
"I want . . . Sir, I want you . . ."

"Say it Lucille. You want what?"

"I want you . . . to fuck me, sir. Please sir, fuck me." have I said it properly, I have never said such a word outloud,

He is smiling, as he brings the head of his cock to my mouth, one hand pushing it down so it points straight towards me, his thumb pressing the head down and towards my mouth, it looks so large and long, what should I do? my lips are open and pressed against it, should I kiss?

but he pressed harder, his hand on the back of my head, he wants it in my mouth! My lips open stretching around the head as he pushes into me, my tougue tastes the juice as the liquid builds in my mouth. As I draw back my teeth my toungue flattens and at last presses against the cock head an the full salty taste hits me.

he pushes gently in and out, each time alittle further in, the liquid is building in my mouth and I struggle to swallow, but when I find a way to it seems to help if I suck and to lick, I hear him groan as I do that and nod so I know I am doing it right.

I have to keep in rythm as he fucks faster and deeper, I have to breath and suck and swallow in turn, or I gag,

So deep, I feel dizzy, choking now as he starts to become frenzied, I am so scared I put my hand onto the shaft, grip the hardness, realize how little is actually in my mouth, and fear in case he tries to get more in.

"Open yourself, Lucille." he grips my hair and pulls my head up and back as he pushes without stopping, now I cannot breath or swallow, I feel I am drowning, looking up at him I cannot focus.

Then out, is it over? gasping as if I have been under water, liquids fowing out of my mouth and down my face, then back into me, several short stabs then with a huge groan he drives into my mouth, past my toungue and into my throat, I am holding my breath as I feel his whole body throb repeatedly into me, I feel as if I am drowning is a hot liquid that is filling my throat,

He is still jerking as he pulls it out of me, I stare at the head it is covered in white goey stuff, some drips off the end, the eye is large and seems to be opening and closing like a fishes mouth, then as I stare and gasp mouth open and dribbling a stream of stuff shoots from him, then another and splashes hot onto my face.

I am exhausted, my mouth hangs open, tougue licking at my lips, as I continue to gag and choke to free my breathing of the hot mess he has choked me with.

 

[New Master]

My shaft is still hard inspite of the orgasm. I watch Lucille as she brings her fingers to her face to touch the juices I have spent upon her. Still trying to catch her breath. Her tongue licks her lips and she seems dazed. I cannot help but smile as she looks up at me, her eyes questioning.

Had she done it right? And was that all?

Without hesitating, I walk behind her, kicking off my shoes and pants, and removing my socks, quickly.

Her mottled ass, white and still red from the spanking is beautiful. With one hand, I stroke my flagging erection, with the other I touch then stroke her glistening, bare pussy, again parting her. Her own juices flow freely now and the swelling of her lips betrays her arrousal.

As I slide my fingers along her, I can feel the nub of her clitoris. It is firm and enlarged and as I brush the sides, Lucille quivers uncontrolably. With my two forefingers I tease her clit, with my thumb I enter her pussy and begin fucking her with my hand.

She pushes back against me, grinding her ass and pussy into me frantically. I sense the long delayed orgasm building in her.

I bend down on one knee and leaning close to her ear, I whisper . . .

"Now my pet, I am going to grant your wish. I am going to give you the release you want so desperately.

"But remember one thing. In the future, you will only release yourself when I give you permission."

 

[Frambois]

I knelt there dazed, in my mind I was still gagging still feeling the brush of his thick black hair on my nose as he held himself deep in my throat.

I swallowed and cough to clear my throat and breath, shaking my head to clear my airways, the stuff he had shot into my mouth spilling out as I coughed, I used my fingers to wipe what I could from my nose and chin, and not knowing what else to do, licked it off and swallowed it.

Uncle Sylvan is undressing, his shaft is waving close to me as he struggles with his underclothes and moves behind me, I gasp as his fingers once more grip my swollen button and dip into my pussy.

I feel him by my side as he pushes his thumb inside, his hand cupping my smooth bare mound, he wispers in my ear as I fuck against his hand, my body shaking with an overpowering sensation. My inner muscles sqeezing onto his thumb, I want more, more. My hands cup my own breasts, squeezing amd pulling on my erect nipples, pusjing the two swinging breasts together then pulling them apart.

"Now my pet, I am going to grant your wish. I am going to give you the release you want so desperately.

"But remember one thing. In the future, you will only release yourself when I give you permission."

 

[New Master]

I replace my fingers and push the head of my cock up against Lucille's pussy lips, coating her with my remaining juices, mixing her wetness with mine. I slide the head of my dick up to her puckering anus and coat that orifice as well, then back down to her pussy. My erection once soft grows strong again.

Slowly but firmly I push into her virgin sex, a little at a time.

She is very wet; her pussy grips my shaft and I can feel the extraordinary pressure. Is there anything better than a new cunt, I think to myself.

"Ohh," she groans a mixture of pain and pleasure as I go deeper.

I steady myself, gripping her hip with one hand and reach the other forward to play with her breasts. I squeeze first one, then the other, running the palm of my hand over her nipples. She begins to develop a rhythm, short, rapid strokes. Little groans escape her with each thrust.

Then without warning I pinch her right nipple hard, pulling and twisting as I drive myself all the way into her. She yells loudly, the pain in her nipple and cunt overcoming, for a moment, any pleasure.

I grab ahold of her sholder with one hand and her hair with the other, pulling on her as I pound into her. Again and again and again.

She pushes back, stroke for stroke, wild now. Each thrust causes Lucille to grunt.

Releasing her sholder, I move my hand to her sex, feeling myself driving into her. My fingers, wet with our juices, circle her clit as we fuck. Her breathing becomes more rapid, the groans louder.

Her own orgasm builds. I can feel it as her cunt grips me. She shudders.

"Now my love . . . cum for me. Cum for me and tell me how it feels."

 

[Frambois]

"more" "I need more Sir" I plead as I grinfd against his hand.

Then I feel it, I tense as I feel a change something different pressing against my flesh. I squeeze as his thumb is pulled from me, fear grips me as I feel his cock prod against my pussy then my anus, I grip my muscles, scared of the invasion.

My hands are up near my shoulders, elbows high, as I grip the leather of the chair, feel his cock press open my lips and start to enter me, in and out slowly widnening my cunt, deeper each time.

I feel his hands on me, my breasts, my hips as he fucks in and out,

"God No!" I scream as the pain hits me, his thrust deep into me as he twists my nipple, then the slap of his flesh on mine as he fucks faster and faster, gripping my flesh, pinning me down with his hands on my buttocks as he drives into me.

I feel his hand grab my hair, his nails dig into my shoulder as he pulls back on me, I am a horse and he rides me, my head pulled back, breasts thrust forward.

I see the mirror, see his sweating muscles as he fucks, his eyes staring wildly, my head back, his stuff still drips from my face onto my shaking breasts.

Now my love . . . cum for me. Cum for me and tell me how it feels."

"Sir, Sir" I can only gasp as my body explodes, my arms lift and grab the air, try to reach back to him, then he releases and I fall convulsing over the ottoman, my bottom flexing as if by reflex.

I am shaking all over, it does not stop, it goes on as my first orgasm washes over and into me.

 

[New Master]

I watch Lucille as she convulses on the ottoman. Pulling my still stiff cock from her pussy, I stand and walk around again to face her. I am drenched from the exertion as is Lucille.

Her head is lowered. Her grip on the ottoman is strong, her fingers still squeeze the leather as she gulps for breath.

I grab her hair and pull her head up, and hold my rigid member before her.

"Clean me, Lucille."

 

[Frambois]

As I feel him pull from me, releasing the support of my lower body, I am filled with uncontrollable spasms, I feel as though I am wetting myself as my tummy contracts and stiffens, I am panting and gripping the leather as the feeling starts to subside, my legs feel weak and I seem unable to pull my open thighs together and lay there splayed open.

I gasp for air as he lifts me up roughly by my pony tail, his cock his sticking straight out now, not pointing up as before and is close to my face. What should I do, looking up at his face for guidance,

"Clean Me Lucille"

I look again, he must mean his cock, it is waving close to my mouth, it is twitching every now and then. The length is coated with sticky looking liquid, almost colorless but with occasional touches of pink and grey. The smell is sharp and yet sweet and is almost overpowering, his hair is matted, some of his cum still smeared at the base of his cock and around the shaft.

I open my mouth, but he does not enter, it just flicks gently up and down, his hands are now on his hips, his legs splayed wide, balls hanging.

Reaching up with my hand I grasp the shaft towards the top, the skin seems to slip up and cover the head, squeezing juice and mess out, closing my mouth araound it I take it into my me, licking it off the loose skin, with a slight push of his hips the skin goes back and I lick the head itself, my toungue finding its way around the edge of the bulbous head as I twist my own head to get all the way round. My actions must be good as I hear him moan and his cock pulse.

Holding it up infront of me, I lick the length from his balls up to the tip, all around it, into the hair, My other hand cups his balls, my fingers stroking all the way from his anus, my nostrils filled with the aroma.

He is clean, and softer as I take the whole into my mouth and bath and swill it with my saliva and toungue.

Pulling out of my mouth, he turns, and with his back to me and legs open he bends, hands on knees, instinctively I press my face to him and lick him, his anus and down to his ball, my hand reaches around and holds his cock, gently squeezing and pulling on it, as my toungue probes into his body.

 

[New Master]

She is learning, quickly.

She cleans my wilting member thoroughly, lovingly and when I turn, she instinctively knows what to do. I feel her breath, then her face press against my ass, her tongue on my anus. I groan as she licks the sensitive track from my anus to my balls and back again.

She reaches around to hold my cock, gently pulling on it, sqeezing. I feel her tongue again probe my hole, circling.

Finally, I step away from her and turn to face her.

She is beautiful even in her disarray. Her face is flushed and alive. Her eyes look up at me with expectation, willing, open to my any command or instruction.

Slowly I reach for her face. I stroke her cheeks and brush my thumb across her lips, wiping away some of my own cum. Then I kneel down and taking her hands in mine I pull her upward.

"Come Lucille. It is time we went shopping."

As she stands, I take her by the hand and lead her once again
to the bathroom. Turning on the large shower, we both step in and feel the luke warm water cascading over us, cooling our overheated bodies.

Lucille stands still, seemingly in a state of shock. With great care, I wash her body like I would wash a young child, soaping her face and neck, her arms, breasts, stomach, back then cleaning her newly shaven pussy, her anus. I kneel down to wash her legs and feet.

For a moment, my lust rises as I look up into her beautiful pussy lips. I want to take them in my teeth, to run my tongue through every nook and cranny. But I contain myself. There will be time enough for that later I think to myself.

And so I rise, taking her head in my hands, kissing her passionately, our mouths open, exploring.

"I must make some telephone calls, my pet, to prepare for our shopping trip," I tell her as I break our embrace. Take your time here but when you are finished here, do not put on those old clothes; I will have something new for you to wear."

"Simply come and present yourself in the living room as I have instructed you."

Then I step out of the shower.

 

[Frambois]

He was so affectionate and caring as he washed me, I stood still as he carefully washed every part of my body.

I just lifted my arms in turn as he soaped the sides of my body, thrilled to the touch of his cock on my back as he cupped and soaped mr breasts from behind me.

I leaned on the glass of the shower as he knelt behind me, parting my legs to allow him to gently wash and clean my most intimate of places, I only stiffened when a soapy finger gently probed my bottom, as his hand cupped and fondled the smooth skin of my mound.

No part of me untouched we kissed as the water ran down our faces, toungues licking and probing, but gentle now and kind, whilst his hands cupped my bottom, lifting me up and into him, his hardness between us, pressed by my belly.

As we pull apart and he leaves me there he tells me what I should do;

"Take your time here but when you are finished here, do not put on those old clothes; I will have something new for you to wear."

"Simply come and present yourself in the living room as I have instructed you."

I am so warm and relaxed now as the shower plays on my skin, so much has happened and I feel new and different as my hands stroke and cup my body, remembering all that has happened to each part.

My breasts and nipples respond to my carress, as I pluck at each one, leaning against the wall as my legs part and my fingers find my sex, I remember his words and reluctantly stop touching myself.

I am aroused as I dry my body, and sit naked as I dry my hair and re tie my pony tail.

Before I go to him I practice the position in front of the mirror,

I kneel and watch my sex open as I spread my knees apart, holding my wrists behind me I arch my back, thrust my pelvis forward, shoulders down and back, breasts pushed forward and up, then finally let my head fall back to see myself in the mirrored ceiling, I am ready to go to him.

 

[Frambois]

Before I go into the other room, I see some perfumes and other things, are they for me?

I dab a little of something called chanel on my arms and neck, and feeling like a little girl touch my lips with some red lipstick, it makes my full mouth look so pretty against my pale skin, almost the colour of my nipples so round and erect on my breasts, still swollen from my arousal.

I run a finger along my smooth pussy lips, I am still swollen, the inner lips visible and slippery with my juice which seems to flow all the time.

I move into the living room, feeling self conscious in my nakedness, he is not there, so I kneel on the carpet in the middle of the room, the sunlight streams over me as I assume the position and wait.

 

[New Master]

Towling off, I leave Lucille to her ministrations and cross the bedroom to my walk-in closet. Quickly dressing, black pants, a grey pullover shirt, a black leather jacket, and black leather boots, I enter my office and close the door.

I call Jacques, the hotel manager.

"Bonjour, Jacques."

"Bonjour Monsieur, ca va bien?"

"Tres bien, merci," I reply.

"Jacques, I will need several things. First, please have my limo available for the next 4-5 hours. Second, will you call Madame Vargas at Tiffanys. Please tell her I am coming with a new protege; she'll know what to do. Second, call Madame Michelle at Chanel and make a private appointment for two. Let us say 1:00 at Tiffanys and 2:00 at Chanel."

"Also, Jacques, please call Monsieur Cretien. Tell him I will need his services, say around 5:00. And Jacques, will you connect me with Madame Toulet. Merci."

I am immediately connected to Madame Toulet who manages the hotel's clothing store.

"Bonjour Madame. Qui Madame, c'est vrai. . . . it has been a long time."

"Madame, I will need an outfit for a young woman of 18 sent immediately to my suite. As I do not know the exact size, please send it in an American size 4, 6 and 8, though the 8 will almost certainly be too large. I will need a sheer white blouse and a dark skirt, short but not too short. Please also send up several sets of underwear, white lace and black lace please and perhaps silk. Also an array of hair ribbons, clips, etc. Qui, c'est tout. Merci."

Finally, my calls complete, I open the closet in the very back corner of the office and take out a special leather bag. Then I return to the living room to await Lucille.

Yet even as I exit the bedroom, I know she is already there waiting for me.

I enter the living room to find her in her rightful position, kneeling on the floor, her legs spread so that I may see her pussy, arms behind her, breasts thrust forward, head down. Her nipples are erect and as the sunlight flashes through the window, I detect her arrousal, the glistening moisture on her sex, the smell of her readiness.

She is learning. . . but there is so much more to teach her.

 

[Frambois]

The ache in my back and the stretch in my thigh muscles is forgotton as I feel his presence in the room. feels his eyes run over my body,

I instinctively push my hip forward a little bit more to show my pussy, my shoulders back to present my breasts a little better.

I am ready and hope for his touch

 

[New Master]

I can see her yearning, the growing desire to please as I walk to where she is kneeling.

Carrying my leather bag, I walk slowly around her examining her now clean body, her full, pert breasts, her hardened, swollen nipples, her puffy sex, moist with anticipation. As I stop in front of her, I smile. Then Reaching out as if in slow motion, I take the nipple of her right breast in my hand and squeeze it, twisting back and forth as I gradually increase the pressure.

"Lucille, my pet, in a few moments Madame Toulet will arrive with new clothes for you. Then we will spend the afternoon shopping for a new wardrobe and other necessities for your new life."

"But before Madame Toulet appears, we need one last preparation."

Releasing her reddened nipple, I step back.

"Lucille, I want you wet, very wet. I want you to bring yourself to fulfillment, here and now. You will touch yourself until I tell you to stop and as you do, I want you to tell me what you are feeling."

 

[Frambois]

I was nervous as I started, my hands slowly stroking my breasts and running over my stomach.

"Lucille, I want you wet, very wet. I want you to bring yourself to fulfillment, here and now. You will touch yourself until I tell you to stop and as you do, I want you to tell me what you are feeling."

I knew what he meant, what he wanted, and it was what I had been yearning to do.

Now my head is upright, I am swaying on my knees, as legs open and back arched, my bottom thrust out as my fingers dip into my cunt then rub across my swollen nub then back in again to return coated with my dripping juice.

My mind is filled with the thought of his cock, his shaft, in my mind he is above me as I kneel, straddling my face, his hand forcing his cock down into my waiting throat.

My eyes never leave his as I bring myself higher, legs spreading cunt opening. My free hand moves grips my buttock, pulling myself open, then moves to grasp my breast, pulling at my own swollen nipple.

"I feel alive Sir, wet, swollen and alive, I want to explode, for my juices to flow like the cum from your cock"

I start to throb, to jerk out of control, falling back on my heels as my fingers jab at my sex. Laying back, knees rising, feet trapped by my own weight as I am close to cumming, my hand rubbing frantically at my wide open naked cunt. My nipple stretched by my pulling fingers.

"Aaaagh, Sir, sir, yes"

 

[Frambois]

"Stop!"

I am at the point of melting when his voice cuts through to my consciousness.

Stopping moving my orgasm so close, that my flesh squeezes at my fingers, sucking them back as I reluctantly withdraw them from my pussy.

I regain my kneeling position hands by my side "Sir I"

My body is shaking, I am on the edge, as I lift my hands to my breasts, squeezing and pulling on my nipples, the pain helps me slow the throb in my tummy, my thighs are trembling my buttocks clenching as I force the orgasm to wait.

"Please I must...."

My juices feel like they will overflow and run down my open thighs, I am panting with lust, my mind full of images of huge cocks all pointing at me, teasing my openings,

"I beg you"

 

[New Master]

"Ah my little slut," I deliberately use the word for the first time, "so you want it badly enough to speak out of turn, do you?"

I feel my temper rising.

"Obviously I have been too lax with you. You forget, you are mine . . . all of you."

"Rest assured, when I am finished with your punishment after our shopping trip, you will never forget again . . . ever!"

"Now stand up!"

Slowly as if drunk, Lucille complies, standing unsteadily before me, her own juices flowing down one leg, her red nipples extended.

"Slut, I want you to go over and stand in front of the leather chair. Then spread your legs wide, bend over and grip the arms of the chair with your hands. "

"Now!"

 

[Frambois]

My tummy is cramping with the feelings, I am desparate to thust fingers, anything into myself.

"Slut, I want you to go over and stand in front of the leather chair. Then spread your legs wide, bend over and grip the arms of the chair with your hands. "

As I stagger over to the chair, I am grateful for the support of the arms as they take my weight. My legs are wide apart, I am bent from the waist, my bottom in the air, exposed to his eyes.

My head hangs, my hair is down over my shoulders onto the chair, my tummy muscles are pulled in with the tension.

Elbows apart, my breasts are swinging and swollen tipped, as I wait, suddenly aware of the strong smell of my open sex.

 

[New Master]

Her sex is open now, her wetness evident. I can sense the desperation, the need to cum.

But the lid to Pandora's box is mine to control. And for now it will stay shut.

As I walk towards her, I open the leather bag and withdraw a black leather chastity belt and two black electric dildos. The first is short but thick with a bulge in the middle, the second longer and lined with hard plastic knobs. Standing just to the side of her, I insert them both into special fittings in the leather chastity belt, snapping them into position.

"So my slut wants to relieve herself, does she?"

Holding first the short plug, I slowly draw it's length along Lucille's quivering slit, twisting it so that is picks up her own moisture along it's length. I place the tip at her opening and push just a bit into her, then draw it back out again.

Then I begin to fuck her with the dildo, reaching around with my hand to grab her breasts, pinching her swollen nipples hard.

My pace quickens and Lucille begins to echo my thrusts with her hips. But just as she establishes her rythym, I suddenly stop and remove the dildo. Her hips are left to their own movement, alone in their lust.

I give Lucille's nipple one last hard pull and then, I push the end of the wet dildo up against her anus, circling the tip around her orifice.

Lucille gasps, "No Sir. Please not there."

And she clamps her muscles closed.

"All of your holes are to be mine Lucille, to do with as I please. Spread your legs more fully, my dear."

She hesitates but I slap her ass cheek hard with my free hand, leaving a red hand print and command her, "Open yourself!"

In her surprise at the unexpected slap, she relaxes and I push the length of the butt plug into her twisting so that her own moisture coats her anus. Gradually it enters her.

"Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . ."

Lucille's groans come in short bursts but the plug at last is fully engulfed by her ass and her sphincter closes around the beveled end of the plug so that only the flat round base is visible.

While Lucille breathes in and out, adjusting to her new friend, I take hold the other dildo, hanging in it's leather belt and again rub it's length along the opening of her moist sex. Slowly, but firmly, I slide the nubbed hard plastic length into her pussy twisting it and wrapping the leather chastity belt around her waist and pulling the middle strap up between her legs.

Lucille shudders as the nubs of the dildo stimulate her cunt and clitoris.

"Stand up slut, and hold the ends of your belt."

Lucille rises with difficulty and takes the three ends of the belt from me.

I take two more items from my leather bag, the first a small lock with a key in it, the second a remote control about the size of a matchbook. I put the remote in my pocket.

Then I adjust the belt on Lucille, fitting the three straps together, tightening it around her waist and between her legs, pushing the metal fitting through all three straps and fastening the lock.

Finally, I step back to survey my handiwork.

But as I do, there is a sudden knock at the door. I startle, for a moment forgetting the clothes I had ordered but recovering quickly.

"Assume your position, Lucille."

She hesitates a moment, "But, Sir . . . I am . . ."

"Assume your position, slut."

And slowly she obeys, crouching hesitantly, adjusting to the toys inside her, kneeling on the floor. She sits on her heels opening her legs. Her sex is hidden behind the leather belt. Her hands clasped behind her, she thrusts her breasts forward, head up, eyes down.

"Do not move, slut . . . and what ever happens . . . do not cum."

As I turn and walk toward the door, I feel for the remote in my pocket and press one of the top two buttons forward, turning on the device.

Sitting behind me, I hear Lucille jump, squirming as the butt plug begins to vibrate inside her. I know she is struggling to remain still, forcing herself to overcome the shock of the unexpected vibrations.

I do not embarass her by turning to look at her discomfort but as I reach the door, I push the other button forward, initiating the dildo in Lucille's pussy. I twist the little reostat in the center of the remote and increase the frequency and intensity.

Then I open the door.

 

[Frambois]

The vibration and throb goes right through my body from my groin to my breasts and back again with each surge of energy from the things he has forced into my pussy and my bottom.

I can feel sweat on my skin as I fight to control the feelings of pain and pleasure as they wash over me. My hips are thrusting of on own, I cannot believe I will be able to control this, I feel like I am leaking juice uncontrollable, as if i want to pee al the time but nothing comes.

I had begged him,

"No Sir. Please not there." as I realised wherehe wanted to put the thing that was now filling my bottom, making me ache so. At first the pleasure as he rubbed my slit, then the pressure. gripping with all my might against the invasion.

"All of your holes are to be mine Lucille, to do with as I please. Spread your legs more fully, my dear."

I felt him probe as I opened, felt his hand lift one of my thighs to gain access as I gripped the chair arms, then the push, the pain, then release as it seemed to pop into me, then the strecthing feeling as it went deeper.

Then the other thing, so big, so strange its entrance making me feel faint as it fills me, I can hardly stand as he helps me to my feet.

The door, who will see me!

"Assume your position, Lucille."

She hesitates a moment, "But, Sir . . . I am . . ."

"Assume your position, slut."

As I struggle to my knees, feel the pain as I adopt the position the vibration starts, no.. No more I mouth but no sound escapes me, my head is spinning

"Do not move, slut . . . and what ever happens . . . do not cum."

 

[New Master]

"Entrez, sil vous plait. Bonjour Margaurite."

Madame Toulet enters my suite, carrying with her a large box and several bags of clothing.

"Bonjour Monsieur," she greets me. "Comment allez-vous?"

Then looking past me toward Lucille, she smiles.

"A new girl, I see. I remember my own training well, Sir."

I smile back at her.

"Now I understand you are doing some training yourself, Margaurite."

"C'est vrai, Monsier."

Lucille's eyes are wide, her physical discomfort battling with her rising fear for control.

 

[Frambois]

I am filled with shame as the woman looks at me, what does she mean training?

The throb is building al the time, I can hardly control my body movements and can feel my juices running from my openings as the things vibrate inside me.