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Chapter 5
While waiting for the day to arrive I had collected everything needed courtesy of Jimmy, to subjugate Grace Freeman and spent some time practising some ideas, as well as viewing Bondage videos, again supplied by Jimmy
The call came on the Monday evening on my mobile, A soft anxious voice gave the agreed password ‘Master' and soon Alan/Leroy was giving me details of the time he was to deliver groceries to Grace Freeman. 11am his father had told him after he had taken the call from Mrs. Freeman, as always she had asked for Alan to deliver. I told Alan/Leroy to wait just inside the lane. At 10.50am .
My own special bag was ready as were the two items I intended to place inside Grave Freeman's delivery box.
So here I was grocery box in my Car, and heading up the lane after watching Alan/Leroy thankfully and nervously depart in his van. Stopping just outside the gates to Grace Freeman's property I carefully placed my additions alongside the items in the delivery box, before getting out of my Car. There was no sign of activity anywhere so I walked carefully through the open gates.
The Freeman's Ford was parked, facing the house, but well to one side near the boundary bushes. I walked cautiously along those bushes until I reached the Ford and tried the passenger door, thankfully it was unlocked so, opening the door slightly, I lay across the seats before squirting a small amount of superglue into the ignition.
With a furtive look around from my prone position in the Ford, I could still see no signs of any activity, so I was able to watchfully make my way back to my own Car and drive up to the Freeman's front door.
I rang the bell.
Grace Freeman seemed more beautiful every time I saw her. Today she wore another button down dress, obviously in readiness for Alan/Leroy I couldn't help but wonder what lingerie she wore under the dress, I smiled, well I would soon find out!
Now she stood in the Doorway looking at me in askance.
‘Delivery Mrs. Freeman, David's Food market'
Mrs. Freeman looked at me in surprise. ‘Oh, where's Alan, he usually delivers my groceries.'
‘Alan went down with a bout of tonsillitis this morning Mrs. Freeman, I work there part time so they asked me to do the deliveries today, I'm Will'
The disappointment was clear to see on Mrs. Freeman, her shoulders seemed to slump and her face dropped to a frown.
‘Don't I know you from somewhere?' She asked.
‘Yeh, maybe' I replied nonchalantly ‘I also work part time at the filling station at the end of your road, you fill up there sometimes'
Recognition, as I had hoped, dawned on her face and Grace Freeman then asked me to take the delivery through to her kitchen.
‘I have to wait for you to check your delivery, then get you to sign, Mrs. Freeman' I told her after depositing the box on the very same work surface I had seen Alan/Leroy place his delivery.
Stepping aside to allow Grace Freeman to check the box, I gradually eased my way back to the kitchen doorway, admiring her again. Today she wore flesh coloured seamed stockings under a light blue button down dress together with 2 inch heels, making her as tall as myself, a good 6 feet in her heels. Her 38 D Breasts stood proudly to attention from her sideways on position to me, there were, I thought, nothing short of magnificent and only a woman of her height could carry them without appearing abnormal.
And then, as I expected, Mrs. Freeman frowning, turned to me, a selotaped brown package in her hand.
‘What's this?' she asked holding the package toward me.
I shrugged innocently, ‘No idea Mrs. Freeman, I just deliver, I didn't pack the box' I lied.
‘Oh well' said Grace Freeman and began tearing away the brown paper.
‘What the Hell?'
‘Pardon' I replied casually, whilst I watched the lovely Mature face register surprise and then alarm as she viewed the Handcuffs, studded leather collar and red ball gag contained within the brown paper. Quickly, as if the package were on fire, Grace Freeman dropped the bondage gear back into the box, obviously attempting to hide it from me.
‘This delivery can't be mine, you'd best take the whole box back to the shop' she said, anxiously.'
‘Last delivery, last box, can't belong to anyone else' I replied offhandedly, walking toward her ‘give me whatever that is, then just check the rest and sign please'.
Mrs. Freeman looked on with disquiet as I took the bondage gear from the box.
‘Bondage Gear, Mrs. Freeman' I said turning to her, smiling. ‘Have you never seen a ball gag before? That's a collar and leash and these are handcuffs'.
Grace Freeman looked horrified at my light-hearted explanation of the Bondage equipment, she tried to assert herself and retrieve the situation by telling me she was appalled to be sent these items, a blunder maybe, but someone would pay dearly for
Such a blunder, no way could they be for her, I was to take these things straight back to the shop and she would be in touch with the owner.
When she had completed her loud ranting, I picked up the studded, padded, leather collar and showed it face on to Mrs. Freeman.
‘Are you sure, the delivery note say's Mrs. Grace Freeman, (I had told Alan/Leroy to ensure he wrote ‘Grace Freeman' on the note) look at this.'
Looker closer at the studded Leather collar she clearly read the studs spelling the word ‘GRACE'.
‘Perhaps Alan had it made for you; try it on for size Mrs. Freeman!'
Mrs. Freeman bridled with anger. Her face reddened, her mouth set, she decided to bluster her way along.
‘Look here young man I don't know what the hell is going on here, or what games you and Alan are playing, but you will get the hell out of my house this minute, you understand, and take these filthy things with you, I shall deal with Alan, via my husband in due course, as you, perhaps the police should be told about your activities……NOW……………..oooooooooooowwwwwww yeeee'
The satisfying sound my open palm made on Grace Freeman's cheek resounded around her kitchen and threw her back in shock until she leaned heavily against the work surface, hand to her stinging cheek and looking at me in fear.
From my pocket I produced my mobile phone and held it out to her. Mrs. Freeman stared at the proffered instrument but said and did nothing.
‘Now, call the old bill or shut the fuck up and open the other parcel Mrs. Freeman!' my voice menacing and low.
Clearly Grace Freeman realised I was very serious for, with trembling hands she opened the other, flatter parcel.
‘Oh my God' she whispered softly.
The colour drained completely from her face as Mrs. Freeman studied the two 8x10 glass framed photo's I had wrapped the day before. One showed her kneeling naked, hand on his cock whilst in the act of having Alan/Leroy's cum shooting into her mouth. The other, and I was proud of my photo ability here, showed her naked upper half, her huge breasts and nipples, head and shoulders with hands on her head, whilst Alan/Leroy ‘s teeth pulled her sopping red thong from within her mouth.
Hands trembling, Grace Freeman lowered the two photo frames onto the work surface whilst I sat down upon the kitchen chair away from the doorway.
‘How much' she whispered softly, staring down at the photos.
I remained silent, staring at her. Stupidly, she mistook my silence for confirmation, in a voice containing real malice, venom and contempt she almost spat at me.
‘How much do you and that bastard Alan want paying for these photos and your silence for whatever other nasty little schemes you have cooked up between you!'
Music to my ears of course. Grace Freeman never saw the backhand land on her other cheek. Screaming in shock and pain she tumbled to the floor.
Reaching down, grabbing a fistful of long luxurious red hair, I pulled her head to face me.
‘I told you to shut the fuck up, but it seems you are going to need a lot of training'
Grace Freeman now stared at me through tear filled eyes, sobbing openly.
‘You speak only when I tell you bitch!understand? I continued, relaxing my grip slightly.
Mrs. Freeman managed to nod her head and even mutter a tearful ‘yes'
‘As for Alan or Leroy as you love to call him' I continued, still holding a fistful of her hair. ‘He was even more frightened then you when he was shown those photo's, plus a lot more, he was only to happy to tell me all I need to know about you!. this has nothing to do with him, he's history now, all you need to know is that you now belong to me bitch, your my property, Grace Freeman, when I'm ready I shall tell you all you need to know!. ‘Now get up and stand with your hands on your head!'
What a wonderful sight, the lovely mature beauty tearfully climbing to her feet to stand a few feet from me, hands on head, sobbing uncontrollably , her eyes downcast, waiting for whatever!'
I sat down then, deliberately away from the kitchen door, smiling malevolently across the table at my new bitch, and then noticing for the first time the tights she must have placed there earlier in anticipation of Alan's ‘delivery'.
So Grace, you don't mind me calling you Grace by the way?' Grace shook her head in humiliation, knowing full well my question was theatrical.
‘Fine, now Grace, tell me what colour underwear you are wearing, I know you were expecting ole Leroy so I expect it's the sexy stuff from your third drawer'
Grace looked up sharply as I departed this information, she must be wondering how I could know that, but she managed a tearful, whispered ‘ L…li..Light Bl bla Blue'
‘Mmmm, that sounds really good Grace, but of course they were meant for Leroy, weren't they' I replied.
Miserably Grace managed a nod and whispered ‘y yes'.
Extracting from my pocket the set of sheer black lingerie I had taken from her room on my visit, I held them up to Grace before placing her undies on the kitchen table.
‘But these are the undies you wore when I first saw you Grace and you're going to change into them for me……….now'!
Grace, hands still on her head, looked like the rabbit caught in headlamps with nowhere to go. She stared at her ‘missing' Lingerie, appalled that she was expected to strip before me and then dress in the sheer black set.
‘And you wore a very light yellow summer dress Grace, this one!' I said, holding the light dress before her.
Grace Freeman stared first at me and then her dress in horror.
Suddenly she was off, running as fast as she could, out of the kitchen and along the hall. Grabbing her keys from the hall table, she threw open the front door and ran across the gravel drive, jumping into to her parked Car.
With a smile I slowly made my way out to the gravel entrance drive to watch Grace Freeman desperately trying to insert her ignition key into a glued up lock.
‘Please……….please, no, don't hit me again' sobbed Grace after I opened the side door of her Ford, once again grabbing a fistful of luxurious red hair.
‘Oh but I have to Grace, you have been disobedient to you owner AND you have spoken without permission.'
I pulled a screaming, tearful Mrs. Freeman her hair. She, having no option but to follow or have her hair pulled out by the roots, climbed out of the Ford and I dragged the humiliated woman back inside the entrance hall, There, throwing her to the floor, where she cowered, I stood over her and grabbed a fistful of hair once again. Twisting her face up toward me I gave Grace Freeman a backhander on her check making her scream again in pain and terror. I let it sink in for a moment. ‘You'll learn bitch, one way or another; you'll learn you're now my property! my slave bitch!'
With that a gave the cowering middle aged beauty another, this time an open handed slap to Grace's other cheek, leaving her sobbing in pain, her hand rubbing her cheek.
Gripping her hair tighter I pulled her face up to mine.
‘Now you can fucking well crawl back into the Kitchen and take your fucking dress off!' I shouted down to her, my voice, deliberately cold and menacing, the swearing calculated to both horrify and terrify the middle class captive.
Grace Freeman had got the message and soon I slowly followed the terrified and sobbing Grace whilst she crawled upon hands and knees, through the hall and back into her kitchen.
‘Now get the fuck up'! I demanded when satisfied with her position and watched her slowly rise until she stood trembling and fearful near the oak table.
‘And get those fucking hands back on your fucking head bitch!
Now I sat near Grace, watching her shiver in fear and she placed her hands on her head once again, tear stained eyes downcast.
‘Look at me Bitch' I told her.
With a huge effort, Grace managed to lock eyes with me.
‘Your my fucking bitch now, I fucking own you' I continued a viciously as possible, watching her tremble in shock and fear, my words and actions totally alien to her world, and I wanted Grace Freeman to be very, very afraid of me, I wanted her total and complete subjugation.
‘Never mind those fucking pictures of you and Alan, never mind me or anybody telling your old man, your my own personal slave Bitch cause I own you!'
‘You will keep looking at me unless I say otherwise bitch, one word or look, out of place from you and I'll hang you naked, upside down and thrash the fucking living daylights out of you…………. from now on Bitch…, You will call me MASTER at all times……………you will even think of me as your MASTER…..you understand what I'm saying……..answer me Bitch!'
I was in her eyes then. Terrified and trembling in fear, shocked beyond belief Grace Freeman capitulated to me, capitulated to the young, almost boyish man, sitting there, in her kitchen who had so quickly turned her ordered world upside down and now both frightened and dominated her.
‘Yes……..mas…….master' whispered Grace.
‘ I can't fuck hear you bitch……perhaps I should give you that fucking thrashing now!'
‘No…please…..I'm sorry, yes…Master …..I understand' said Grace, very quickly and loudly!
‘Okay, You can relax a little, Bitch, but any more fucking disobedience from you and I shall thrash you…..and then piss all over you!, now your going to strip for your Master, understand?'
‘Yes …….Master' replied Grace in misery and trepidation.
Now I was ready to enjoy the scenario I had both fantasised and dreamed of since I first saw my mature beauty.
Ok, now, lower you hands and Unbutton the dress, bitch, starting from the top'
After a short pause Grace Freeman gradually unbuttoned the blue dress, her eyes never leaving mine. Button after button revealed first the middle section of a powder blue bra, matching suspender belt and thong, then finally stocking tops, until the dress hung loosely around her lovely mature body.
Grace, obviously waiting me to tell her to remove the Dress, was now sobbing openly but still managed to keep her eyes on mine, even when finally I did give her that order. But Did I see a flash of excitement there also?
So, once again, this time though at my own behest, I watched Grace Freeman reveal that superb mature body as she tentatively removed the dress, letting it fall to the floor before placing her hands back upon her head as instructed.
‘Wow, you really are a truly gorgeous Slave bitch Grace'
I was certain a look of pride briefly flashed across her eyes whilst I feasted my eyes upon this lingerie clad middle-aged beauty, her heavy breasts straining against the push up Bra, her still firm stomach leading down to equally firm thighs, gloriously white against her stocking tops. And the unmistakable mound that was her Cunt.
I had dreamed of this moment, indeed, my immediate feelings were to strip her myself, but I had my plan and besides, I had all the time in the world and I wanted Grace in those Sheer Black Undies before the real fun began!
I told Grace to turn slowly around, keeping her hands on her head. This she did, the wet tears clearly visible on her cheeks, giving me a leisurely viewing of her firm bum cheeks, dissected by the tiny blue thong.
First she was to remove the Blue undies she had worn for ‘Leroy. Then she would place hands on head again. I would then pass to her the black undies and then dress herself in the lingerie I had been keeping for her, I would, I told her, allow her to do so with her back to me, but only if she did so very slowly but without hesitation, otherwise I would strip her myself………….after a beating!.
For me, it was an unequalled experience, sitting there, viewing this stunning woman gradually divesting herself of her most intimate garments, full aware of course that her every movement was being studied by a teenager who was so cruelly humiliating and dominating her. My hand moved freely over my bulging pants as more and more of her was revealed to my lustful young eyes. Eventually Grace was naked save for her stockings. To remove them, she had of course to bend over. Watching her do pleased me no end as her bending gave me a wonderful view of the valley between firm buttocks and a tantalising glimpse of her sweet shaven cunt!
Finally, an obedient, sobbing, Grace Freeman, her back to me, placed her hands upon her head once again.
That was my cue to rise from seat, black lingerie and black stockings in hand.
I stood close behind the trembling Slave Bitch; she must surely have felt my rock hard cock pushing against her buttocks whilst I encircled her naked waist with hands holding her new lingerie. Even without shoes, Grace seemed only slightly shorter than me as I studied her naked breasts from over her shoulder
Close up those tits were fantastic, they were huge yet still firm and proud, but what astounded me were her huge, seemingly rock hard nipples. They were monsters, the biggest I had seen in my young years, even in films and books. Smiling, I wondered how she would cope later on, when I fitted the nipple clamps on those spectacular buds. But for now I was content to watch my Slave Bitch dress herself in the very undies I had first seen her wearing and had then taken from her bedroom.
Studying her naked breasts from over her shoulder, I handed Grace Freeman her sheer black lace lingerie.
I watched in ball aching enthralment the Slave Bitch carefully dressing herself. First the tiny sheer thong that soon found its way between her bum cheeks.
Then her suspender belt, clasped behind. Again Grace had to bend forward to fit her stockings, I almost lost it then as she presented that great arse to me before standing upright again to smooth the stockings over equally smooth skin. Then her silver shoes, making my Slave Bitch taller than myself.
Eventually Grace offered the see through Bra cups to her superb breasts before slipping the straps over her shoulders and moving her hands behind her to do up the clasp. That's when I took her wrists, before my slave Bitch could react I had her wrists cuffed. My slave bitch emitted a moan of despair but had the sense not to complain.
The Ball gag though was another matter. Holding the soft leather up to her, I pushed the soft Red ball against her lips. The Slave Bitch though refused to open her mouth.
‘I fucking warned you Slave Bitch' I shouted menacingly whilst pushing Grace's head down, forcing her to bend over until her head rested upon a kitchen unit. Holding the back of her neck down, squashing her face against the unit, I gave my Slave Bitch four massive slaps to the backs of her thighs, saving the bum cheeks for later.
After the third my bitch was begging for mercy.
‘Please…………I beg you……..no more!'
‘Still don't know how to address me……..after all this' I replied and
I gave her the fourth just to convince her.
‘Oh God no……………no more….Master………I'm sorry' she sobbed.
Then, whilst Grace was pleading with me, I pulled her upright, happy she had learned her lesson.
There was no more dissent, the soft red ball slipped between her open lips, fastening the strap tighter than was necessary; I told the Slave Bitch it was punishment for her earlier rebellion.
Grace could now make only muffled unintelligible sounds into the ball gag. Turning her toward me, my superb fantasy Slave Bitch stood bound and gagged in her Kitchen, inches away whilst I drank in her mature beauty. I was unable to resist cupping those huge Bra encased Breasts, weighing them, feeling their firmness, feeling also those huge nipples, pinching and pulling them through the bra whilst Grace shook her head and mumbled into her gag.
‘mmmmm, So lovely Slave Bitch, so mine' I told her whilst allowing my hands to wander down from her Breasts to stroke her firm stomach, my fingers tracing a line along to the elastic of her Black thong.
My journey of acquaintance with Grace's body continued. Both hands held her firm hips, reaching behind to stroke taut buttocks. Grace moaned into her gag, either in denial or perhaps pleasure, or both when I stroked her strong thighs between hip and stocking top and I wondered if her thong was not a little wet. That would wait though, for now Grace was to be fitted with her collar!
The slave Bitch looked in horror at the padded Black Leather Collar I held before her eyes. She could clearly see the word ‘GRACE' spelt with chrome studs on the front of the collar and mumbled something unintelligible into the ball gag before I placed it around her neck, reaching behind her head to fasten the two straps together, kissing her sweet neck whilst doing so., the bitches eyes widening to yet another new surprise, I clipped a long, black leather leash to the chrome ‘O' ring set into the
Graces slave collar and tugged nonchalantly, making her take a slight step forward toward me, now I did indeed control my slave bitches every movement!.
Eventually I had Grace Freeman positioned where I wanted her, spread eagled over the table, ankles tied to the table legs, wrists handcuffed behind her back and her head resting on the tables edge and facing away from the Garage Door from which I had watched her and Alan/Leroy ‘
In that position, a startled, terrified yet very desirable Grace Freeman was told the whole story, from my first sight of her mature but raw sexiness, to my thoughts of finding her and what I would do with her. Holding her lead protectively,
Grace was horror struck when told my friend knew of her husband and his trips abroad. I stroked her head casually as she heard how I had ‘cased' her house and found it unlocked.
How I had taken a photo and those undies from her bedroom.
Grace seemed to be breathing more heavily when I told her I had viewed the whole episode with Alan/Leroy from the door to the garage and even ‘wanked' over her as she sucked on Alan/Leroy's cock between taking those digital photo's of them.
I told Grace that any future disobedience from her would result in those photos being sent to her Husband, her Son, daughter and neighbours for good measure.
‘And oh yes,' I added casually ‘those of you and the blonde I found upstairs could go on the internet…hey!..you could even have your own special website Grace!'
Grace Freeman's world suddenly collapsed at hearing these words, she now knew just how deep a pit into which she had fallen. There was no escape!
I told Grace, I had decided she would be my slave bitch the first time I had seen her. I told her That Alan had been easy to deal with and that my friend had had the collar made especially for her. To Graces shock, I told her she would meet him as well.
Of course I in no way expected Grace to smile and tell me to carry on what I was doing, In fact it was the last thing I wanted. But, when I had completed my narration, there was, I'm certain, a look of expectation in her eyes, that and uncertainty had replaced her look of frozen fear, even when I pulled her head down with the lead until it rested on a cushion I had placed there. To ensure she would not lift her head, I tied the lead around a table leg.
I pulled each of Graces' knees apart. Then began her punishment. My left hand gave her the spanking of her life. Starting from the very top of her bottom I made my way down, taking each cheek in turn, ensuring every inch of her bottom, rear and inner thighs were covered whilst Grace squirmed and screamed into her ball gag.
I had decided she would retain the black thong, allowing me, now and again, to snap its elastic into the crevice between her bum cheeks. Grace squealed into the Gag each time I did so. Finally, after reaching her stocking tops, I made my spanking way back upward, but this time, stopping to caress her skin after each spank. By now Grace had stopped squirming. Her screams into her gag had become low moans.
The next time I pulled the thong from between her cheeks I felt down and realised the sheer material had become very wet.
Pulling harder on the elasticised material I then knelt on the kitchen floor, my hand pulling bum cheeks apart. Grace almost jumped from the table as my tongue touched her cunt lips and she began squirming franticly.
But Grace could squirm all she wished, she was going nowhere for I had found the wonderful nectar of her love juice and wanted more. Quickly I eased my searching tongue back into her, searching out every minuscule area of her hot juicy love box
By the time my teeth began to nip and bite her now protruding cunt lips, Grace had long since ceased to squirm around on the table and was now emitting long low moans through the gag, jumping only when my teeth nipped her love bud.
After perhaps 15 minutes of this Grace was emitting copious amounts of juices that I greedily lapped up and swallowed, wondering if this was the first time she had ever had her cunt licked.
Slowly prizing her buttocks apart I pushed my tongue up further until it was lapping the very edge of her tiny anus. My slave Bitch went rigid, trying, unsuccessfully, to close her buttocks. It took all my strength to hold her still as she attempted to deny me with screams and wriggles, but I was determined.
My Grip on Grace Freeman's buttocks hardened. I watched in delight, her anus contract to her muscles, I then leaned forward and attacked her tiny ring with my hot tongue, pushing forward, lubricating, pushing forward, more and more of my tongue entered her, despite her contracting anal muscles.
Then, suddenly, my slave bitch sighed and relaxed, allowing my whole tongue to enter that most intimate of womanly areas.
Grace Freeman, like me, was clearly enjoying her first ass reaming of any kind and to my delight was now openly pushing her ass into my face. I was enthralled, her arse tasted so good, so clean was she.
Ecstatically I responded and was now slurping my whole mouth and tongue up and down from the top of Grace's ass crevice before deliciously making down and almost vacuuming the tasty juices emitted from her cunt, with my greedy mouth.
Shortly after I started doing that, my Slave Bitch began shaking frenziedly, visibly in the throes of a massive orgasm, soon she was screaming into her gag and abruptly my mouth became full of her juices, I had to swallow to keep up with her. I was amazed I had bought this on with my tongue in her arse, I vowed then I would discover more of this later.
There I stopped, Grace Freeman, my Slave Bitch, was lost in uncontrollable orgasm after orgasm. Standing upright then, I tidied her thong before walking around to the head of the table and untied the lead holding grace's head to the table.
Once again I took a fistful of her luxurious hair, lifting her face to meet mine.
Grace was clearly drooling into the Red Ball gag, her face flushed. She did not want to look at me but I told her she must. When she did so her eyes seemed to contain a mixture of dejection, misery and shame at her astonishing orgasms.
It was time; I glanced beyond my Slave Bitch to the garage entrance door and nodded. Jimmy quietly opened the door, video camera in hand. Unseen and unheard by my slave bitch, Jimmy, after videoing through the door, now placed the camera in a good position upon a work surface before, just as quietly placing himself between Grace Freeman's outstretched and bound legs.
Mrs. Grace Freeman
Once again the young brute was pulling my head up by my hair, ordering me to look up at him. Through my tear stained eyes I obeyed as I lay there on my kitchen table, almost naked, handcuffed, my ankles bound its legs, my mind and body still recovering from a series of undesired yet inescapable orgasms.
What had happened to me?
An hour ago I had been excitedly looking forward to another ‘Plantation Owner/Slave fantasy with Alan when the monster now tugging my hair had turned up instead. I recognised him as the young lad from the filling station because I had noticed his very flushed face after getting an eyeful of my undies a few weeks ago.
At the time of course I had thought nothing of it, after all, I was accustomed to admiring looks from all ages on my, special dress days.
Since entering my house though, this boy, less than half my age had terrified me and beaten me.
Amazed and shocked me by his matter of fact statement of how he had planned and executed his fantasy of making me his ‘Slave Bitch'.
I lay helpless and vulnerable on my kitchen table, appalled to hear how he had watched and taken those photos of my last ‘ Plantation ' session with Alan.
I was even more horrified to learn how he had been through my bedroom; at least clearing up for me, the mystery of why I could no longer find the sheer black lace undies I now wore, but I had noticed nothing amiss. I wondered how he had discovered the secret photos of me playing with Jill. At least he seemed unaware of her identity, if he did, or forced me to tell him, then, bad as this was, things could get a whole lose worse. As it was, it was just me and he, or perhaps they, if I was sensible then no one need be any the wiser, providing this young brute didn't also have the money type of blackmail in mind.
A glance at the kitchen clock as my head was pulled up told me that in less than an hour I had been dominated, subjugated by a young monster I must now call ‘Master'.
Far from my usual confident self, for even when ‘playing' with Alan, I had still been in charge of events in reality, I was now a broken woman, dressed to please him, bound with handcuffs and rope, suffering this awful ball gag and forced obey his every command.
Even worse was the appalling awareness that, try as I might, I had been thoroughly unable to prevent my body betraying me. Nobody, no even Alan and certainly not my husband, had ever kissed me there, licking my fanny lips. The sensations his tongue created inside me were unbelievable, I had never ever known such pleasure. Helplessly I realised my fanny was throbbing violently.
Afterwards I felt his hot tongue pushing into my anus. Desperately, aghast at the very idea, I had clenched my buttocks to deny him and screamed as best I could into the awful ball gag.
But the monsters hands were too strong, prizing my buttocks apart and I was helpless. His tongue abruptly touched me there, at the very centre of my anus. I shuddered with revulsion, disgusted by his invasion of my most intimate of areas but remained unable to prevent it as I felt the hot tongue swirling around inside me.
Gradually though, unable to fight his invading tongue and it was now deep within me. I realised I had relaxed my buttocks as I became more aware of the incessant throbbing within my no aching fanny.
Then the ecstasy began, more than I had ever known. The monster, my Master, was now caressing my fanny lips in time with the dart of his tongue deep within my anus, forcing my body to become tool of pleasure, my own pleasure. From that moment I was lost in a sea of sexual bliss.
No longer caring, I was now a plaything of the monster controlling me. I became lost in a series of the most gratifying orgasms I have ever experienced. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. I wanted more; shamelessly I pushed my bottom to his tongue, desperate to feel its heat deep inside my anus whilst my fanny ground against his searching fingers.
All too soon it was over and now I was forced to look up at my ‘Master' with tear stained but probably also, lust filled eyes.
Dismayed, I realised I needed more, despite my predicament I was ruled then by both this young man and my own newly awoken desire. I knew also that no real harm would be done to me for as long as I obeyed my Master, for without me, he had no pleasure.
It was, I knew, at that moment at least, the Master looking down upon his Slave Bitch, I was a broken and dominated woman, anxiously waiting for whatever fate my young Master had planned for me for me.
Looking into his eyes I saw then, not the monster, but a dominant force I was powerless to disobey.
Then he was pushing one of my cushions under my chin, ensuring my head was facing straight ahead. Taking my face between his hands, I thought he was about to remove my gag prior to telling his Slave Bitch to suck him, totally unaware I was about to be raped by the biggest cock I and most other women would ever have to accommodate!
Suddenly though, I felt the thin elastic that was my thong being pulled out from between my bum cheeks before pulling my buttocks apart.
Stunned by the sudden realisation someone else was with us. I tried desperately to shake my head whilst my handcuffed wrists attempted to reach further down my back to try and beat off this new invasion of my body.
It was then I felt the throbbing head of what was surely an enormous cock being place a the very entrance of my virgina
My young Master though was firmly holding my head in his strong hands and with my ankles tied around the table legs it was impossible for me to move at all
Instead, all I could do was moan denials into my gag. Little by little, I could feel the huge cock slipping into my virgina. Fortunately for me my insides were already lubricated by my own juices or the huge invader would have surely torn me apart such was its size. Instead, my virgina walls were expanding to accommodate the biggest cock I had ever known.
I was certain this was not Alan; his cock was unexceptional in size, not much bigger really than my husband's puny thing. I was slowly but surely being filled as never before
Through the haze of pain I heard my Master Voice.
‘I told you abut how Jimmy helped me didn't I, Slave Bitch, well, this is his reward, he gets to fuck you first!'
All I could do was plead with my eyes and scream into my gag whilst my rapists cock slipped slowly but irrefutably further and further inside my painfully stretched virgina.
‘What I didn't tell you though. Slave Bitch' continued Master. ‘Is that Jimmy is a black guy with the biggest dong you have ever seen, So, Slave Bitch, just think of your self as being on that plantation, the White Bitch being fucked by her black slave!
Words that completed my humiliation whilst my unseen rapist continued to painfully fill me with his huge throbbing, what I now knew to be, Black cock until I felt the massive head touching my cervix, it was almost as though my virgina had been filled with the largest cucumber one could ever find, my tightly stretched virginal muscles having no option but to painfully grip its huge girth.
And then my rapist was just as slowly and deliberately pulling out, leaving behind an empty chasm until, just as slowly and painfully it was pushed forward again. Closing my eyes to the pain, I tried again to shake my head in denial, but the grip on me was too strong.
Abruptly though, my rapist began increasing his rhythm, and then, suddenly the pain was gone.
My juices flowing as my body betrayed me again and pain free all I could feel now was this massive cock fucking me as I had never been fucked before and I could not help but push myself back to meet each new thrust!.
My mind blanked out everything that had happened to me, I became the Plantation wife, lost inside my greatest fantasy, the Black Slave, fucking his white mistress.
Opening my eyes I looked up at Master, only then did I become aware that his hands no longer held my head; instead he was stroking my back, my hair and neck.
Behind me my Black slave/rapist continued his even stroked thrusting inside me, but now his fingers were running all over my bum cheeks and back and I felt him pause briefly, unclasping my bra catch, before pushing the straps aside and continuing his exploration.
Despite everything my rapist was giving me the best fucking I had ever had in my life, strangely I wondered for a moment how I would feel when this massive cock was taken from me!
Hearing my own voice cry out in sheer ecstasy, begging for more, as the massive head touched my cervix again I realised I was no longer gagged. Such had been my pleasure I had not even been aware of Master removing it!
Looking straight ahead then, I watched him removing his own massive, very erect cock from its confines, its huge head already glistening with pre come juices.
I screamed again at another surge from the huge cock buried within me but kept my eyes fastened onto Masters Cock as, without words, he placed its throbbing length onto the cushion before my face, the white Plantation Overseer had joined the Black Slave, demanding the White Bitch owners wife service him also, my fantasy complete!
I knew what I had to do, I wanted to do it, and needed to do it such was my now insatiable need for more and more pleasure. Inching forward, my tongue snaked out to touch the beautiful glistening head of the overseers cock. My reward was to see it twitch to my tongue. The overseer had still not moved so I managed to stretch further forward and this time, take the whole of its plum like head between my greedy lips.
I was being fucked with an ever-increasing pace, already I had experienced numerous orgasms to the black slaves cock and knew I was surging toward a massive climax. I wanted to take my time and lovingly suck the overseers beautiful cock.
The white plantation wife wanted the overseer to understand she really was his Slave Bitch, did he know how much my virgina had throbbed to the beatings he had given me?
By now the overseer had slipped his hands under my body and was holding my tender breasts whilst squeezing and pulling my hard erect nipples.
Impossibly, I could sense the huge black cock growing even bigger inside me as my slave rapist thrust faster and harder, gripping my hips, pulling me onto him, shouting
‘Take it all, you fucking white whore, your gonna get my black seed inside you'
Building inside me was the biggest climax I had ever known, my Slave/rapists words served only to fuel my craving, more so when the Overseer added.
‘You fucking no good piece of white trash gonna get , sucking, suck my seed, your gonna drink every drop and then clean to both of us!
These humiliations finally pushed me over the top as I achieved the most glorious orgasm after orgasm, only just able to keep the overseers cock in my mouth
And then my Slave/Rapist was holding my hips. I felt him shudder against me, he let out an almighty groan and suddenly I could feel a seemingly never ending stream after stream of his seed splashing inside me. Never in my life had I known such a sense of sexual coupling, joined to my slave/rapist by his massive organ spurting
Copious, thick, male juices, into me, I was in pure unashamed bliss.
Will
My dick felt like it belonged in my Slave Bitches mouth, so good was her cock sucking. Incredibly, she had taken it without any instruction from me and was sucking and licking me with real enthusiasm whilst Jimmy was giving her the fucking of a lifetime.
Shoving my hands under the Slave Bitch, I grabbed her tits from under her now unfastened Bra, watching her grimace in pain; I twisted and pulled her huge nipples. Looking across at Jimmy I knew he wasn't far from shooting his wad into the Slave Bitch. For my part couldn't get over just how easy a feat it had been in reducing the once proud Mrs. Freeman to the gasping, groaning fucktoy bound to her kitchen table.
I was almost certain the fucktoy that was Grace Freeman really enjoying it, having, I knew, orgasm after orgasm whilst Jimmy pounded her cunt with his huge pole. Suddenly I watched Jimmy groan and pull the bitches hips hard, her arse slapped against his balls and he began before pumping his black seed into her cunt. The Slave Bitch, at the same time, had another huge orgasm. Sucking even harder on my own cock, she writhed and moaned whilst Jimmy emptied his sack inside her.
When he had finished Jimmy looked across to me and nodded, time now to swap positions, we were now about to discover just how much our new fucktoy could take and I was about to turn yet another daydream to reality.
After slipping my cock out of her greedy mouth, I made my way to Jimmy's position, on my way, I took a horse whip from my bag and handed it to Jimmy. Time now for experiment, I wanted gain more knowledge of my Slave Bitches most secret of bodily areas.
Standing behind the Slave Bitch I grabbed both her bum cheeks and prized them apart, there, her tiny almost red, anal ring gazed up at me.
For a moment I looked up as Jimmy placed his semi erect, but still huge dick on the cushion near her mouth, telling the slave Bitch to clean him up.
Gazing down again I could see huge amounts of Jimmy's spunk leaking from Grace Freeman's cunt, threads were dripping to the floor, others sliding down her inner thighs.
Pulling her bum cheeks even further, a ran the nail of my index finger around the fucktoys anal ring, scratching and tickling, noting how her hole opened and closed like a fishes mouth to my finger nail.
Filling my mouth with all the phlegm I could muster, I bent a little and spat the whole lot into the fucktoys little anal hole.
Fascinated, I watched, whilst my spit slipped into the little hole As it disappeared her ring her ring contracted again.
Grace Freeman had her mouth filled with Jimmy's cock and was probably barely aware of my little game.
Once again I filled her hole with my spit and once again the muscle contracted, then
I pushed a finger into the hole, just as far as my fingertip. Perhaps as a reflex action, the fucktoys hole then seemed to grip my fingertip.
The gloop that was the combined juices of Jimmy and the fucktoy continued to slip from her cunt. She gasped as I shoved three fingers in there, the cunt was soaking. Withdrawing the fingers I studied for the first time the thick cream like mess before shoving my cock inside her, an action made easy by the lubrication already there. Soon my cock was buried up to the hilt in the Bitches cunt
Grace Freeman moaned around the pole of Jimmy's cock and tried to push back against me, obviously not at all disagreeable to the idea of being fucked again. Fuck her I did whilst the fingers smeared with the creamy juices began rubbing the fluid into and around the side's anal ring.
I noted how the fucktoy seemed to shiver and groan with pleasure each time I delved slightly inside her tight ring, much as she had earlier when my tongue had been in there. Although it seemed her ring was far too small to have ever been fucked by a cock I realised this form of pleasure was very much to Grace Freeman's liking.
So I decided it was time to see just how much of my cock would fit in there!
After a few more strokes inside her cunt I nodded across to Jimmy before pulling out of her. The fucktoy continued her slurping noises on his cock which now looked to be fully hard again.
Once again I gripped and parted her bum cheeks but this time I looked down and placed my well lubricated cock head against the tiny ring, pushing it just far enough for it to push aside a little of the anal muscle.
The effect on Grace Freeman was instant. Pulling her mouth off of Jimmy cock she screamed.
‘Oh my god no!, Not there, for gods sake no…………..please I beg you I've never been…………..you'll kill me……….please no!' she screamed, whilst trying helplessly to eject my monster from its position just inside her anus and desperately trying to move her trapped body.
This was to my liking, there had not been enough pleading from the Slave Bitch for my liking so I shook my head at jimmy who was about to force his cock back into her mouth to shut her up. I pushed forward a fraction more.
‘Oh nnoooooooooooo, oh God, I beg you Master, please nooooooooo!'
I pushed a little more whilst Mrs. Freeman screamed her protests and suddenly the head of my cock had broken through the tight muscle, I looked down and marvelled at how such a huge weapon could have entered such a tiny space.
Oh my God it hurts to much…………..please…..please, its too big…..please take it out………………please………Master…………please take it out!'
Oh, her words were music to my ears. I felt great, my cock felt great, for the first time it was inside a woman's anus, it was tight, so tight but it was incredible. I felt all powerful, all conquering, surely this was the definitive act of domination.
I looked across to Jimmy who was holding the fucktoys head to the cushion.
The Slave Bitch was shaking and crying but totally powerless to prevent my defloration of her anus.
I pulled back the merest fraction and then forward again.
‘Please………………oh god…………please, anything, I'll do anything else buy not this Master……..please take it out it hurts so much!'
So I nodded to Jimmy gave our fucktoy a real brute of a slap with the horsewhip on her upper back bringing from her fresh screaming and howls of anguish.
I gave her bum a fierce slap.
‘Right Mrs. Fucking Slave Bitch Freeman, shut the fuck up and listen carefully' I told her.
‘Oh god' then she was whimpering softly.
My cock felt so good inside her anus I was having my work cut out controlling myself! But, still holding my position inside her I told Grace Freeman.
‘Listen and then obey your Masters, Slave Bitch, Jimmy is going to whip you six times, you will count aloud each one, then thank him and ask me to more cock in your arse, after the six you will then put his cock back in your mouth while I fuck your anus.'
Grace Freeman was sobbing violently by now but had then sense not to interrupt.
‘If you are disobedient, if you don't follow these instructions or if you try to deny my cock in your anus, you will get a double whipping AND Jimmy cock in your anus after mine!'
‘Oh god no!'
Now, tell your Master you will obey him!' I told her whilst she sobbed and moaned, my cock now twitching in anticipation.
After a short pause, the Slave Bitch did just that.
‘Oh god…………….I…………I w will obey you…………m….master' sobbed Grace Freeman, our fucktoy.
Jimmy bought the horsewhip down onto the Slave bitches back. Her scream filled the kitchen and probably the rest of her house.
‘Say it bitch!' I shouted as her scream subsided.
Through the sobbing Grace Freeman sobbed. ‘One….m…master th. Th. Thank you Master………..Pl .pl. please put more of your cock…..in …into my Anus'
And then.
‘Oh my God…………it's so big!' After I pushed another inch on my cock into her Anus.
And so we continued mercilessly tormenting her. Our Slave Bitch Fucktoy screaming in pain each time the horsewhip landed upon her back and buttocks.
But Grace Freeman still had common sense enough to count each stroke. Thank Jimmy and ask me to put more of my cock into her Anus. Each time I slid forward an inch, the Slave Bitch screamed again. Oh my god! It hurts so much!'
By the time she had been given the full six strokes, I had a good seven inches of my cock buried in her hot anus and our fucktoy was trying to accommodate Jimmy's full Ten inches in her mouth and throat.
I though was in pure ecstasy. ‘Grip my cock with your Arse' I ordered Grace Freeman, brutally slapping both her bum cheeks
With her mouth filled, she was able only to moan around Jimmy cock whilst mine twitched inside her, then to my astonishment, and despite the tightness already there I could feel the Slave Bitches anal muscles contracting around my cock, giving me the most incredible sensations, if this was arse fucking then I wanted more, much more.
Holding her buttocks apart so I could view my progress, I pushed my final inch and a half at a snail's pace into Grace Freeman's anus, eventually, my twitching cock was fully inside that wondrous cavern, my balls tight against her, and there I remained until her cries of anguish had subsided.
Once more I spanked both her buttocks. ‘Grip my cock again Mrs. Freeman' using her surname just to add to her humiliation.
And Grace Freeman did just that, slightly adjusting her position to help accommodate me, before using her anal muscle to grip my full eight and a half inches of cock buried to the hilt inside her.
Across the table Jimmy groaned, ‘Oh shit, I'm coming, take it all bitch, don't you dare spill a drop' he told the slave Bitch, before shooting into her mouth, holding her head tight toward him, trapping her, ensuring she had to take every single drop of his juices. ‘Oh shit, that's so good' moaned Jimmy whilst Grace Freeman swallowed his juice, gulping in quick succession as Jimmy shot another huge load into her.
Now he had shot into her at both ends he finally slipped his huge semi erect dick from her mouth, wiping the excess over Grace's lips.
I though, still had to empty my own sack.
Now though was my turn.
The fucktoy stiffened as I pulled back a few inches, before ramming forward, without Jimmy's cock no longer effectively gagging her, Grace Freeman was soon screaming again and again as I began slowly thrusting in and out of her Anus.
‘Oh god, It's too big….it hurts…….please ……….please……..please take it out!'
For and answer though I slapped hard on both her bum cheeks.
‘Listen to me' I shouted
‘I'm going to come in your Anus, Mrs. Freeman, whether you want it or not, I'm going to shoot my load good and deep into your arse, so get used to the idea, the sooner you start moving and help your Master to come inside your Anus the easier it will be on you!'
‘Oh my God!.........oh dear God' she cried, but suddenly Grace Freeman began pushing back against me to meet my thrusts, no longer shouting but whimpering softly and even gripping me again every time I thrust into her.
I could feel my cock growing to huge proportions, my balls feeling like they would soon burst, and now was my time. Gripping the fucktoys hips, I pulled her back onto me as I thrust into her again, completely burying my throbbing cock in her Anus.
There I waited, feeling my organ throbbing inside her whilst Grace Freeman emitted a series of long low moans. Astonishingly, and despite all her denials, Grace's Anus was in orgasm to my twitching cock. Suddenly I could feel my cock being lubricated by her own juice; it was giving me the best fuck of my young life, Grace Freeman's Anus was now under sole ownership!.
‘oh my…………….oh…………..oh…….aggggggggggg' came her cry.
‘WHO AM I?' I shouted, gripping her hips ever harder
‘oh……….ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. oh God……………….my…..my Master'
‘WHO DOES THIS ARSE BELONG TO?'
‘ahhhhhh…………ohhhhhhhhh. Oh god……….you m Master'
‘ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR MASTER to SHOOT HIS COME INTO YOUR ANUS?'
‘ahhh oh God yes, do it Master……….shoot your spunk into me!'…..arhhhhhhhh
I exploded in her Anus, my mind reeling with lust and pleasure. Groaning, I shot torrent after torrent of my hot juices deep inside her bowels, whilst Grace Freeman herself sustained an unrelenting deep cry in of pain and pleasure as she climaxed over and over again. On and on I shot my hot fluid deep inside her bowels until finally my balls were empty.
Even then, as Grace Freeman lay, breathing deeply and sobbing, against the table, I was reluctant to remove myself from my newly acquired possession. There would though be plenty more of these moments for me to saviour. Leisurely I slipped my semi flaccid cock from its haven and made my way to stand beside Jimmy.
‘Clean me' I said to her, placing my slimy cock between Grace Freeman's unresisting lips. Her tears were evident as she looked up at me, her Master, but so was a gleam in her eyes when, still looking at me, she began lovingly running her tongue up and down her owners cock.
There we left Grace Freeman. We would be back soon and my thoughts turned to the exciting thought of having both Grace Freeman and the blonde woman kneeling before me!'
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