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MICHELE'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 6 free porn video
CHAPTER 6: THE NEXT DAY
Well that was certainly an interesting couple of days! Have an orgasm in front of a shoe salesman Friday night. Deal with mom’s submissive disappearing act on Saturday and then take care of four guys (and Cody) on Saturday night. The evening ended on a high note with the exhibitionism at the gas station quick mart store.
The next morning I was really no worse for wear. Although I had been fucked a lot, the guys were really very considerate about it. I got rest, they used lubrication when they fucked my ass, and we really had a good time. I was used and used well but not being sorer was a testament to their care. But what really brought me to consciousness was a very good feeling in my crotch. I was being gently licked, sucked and probed. I put my hand down on top of Tim’s head and pulled him harder into me indicating my desire for more. He raised his head, looked into my eyes, said ‘good morning, lover’ and went back to eating my pussy. A lover who eats you out without being asked is definitely worth keeping.
From waking me up to making me orgasm took him only about ten minutes. I guess I was ready for some gentle loving. And his tongue was absolutely gentle loving. And good loving. After I came, I offered to take care of him, but he declined. Suggested I take a hot shower and he would get the coffee made and something to nibble on. I’m guessing he meant besides me. As he was walking out the bedroom door he said, “And no clothes when you come to the kitchen”.
When I arrived to the kitchen, Tim had coffee and a light breakfast ready. I gave him a kiss as I passed him and could still taste myself on his lips. I got through my first cup of coffee before I felt a cold snout pushing into my knees under the table. My legs were crossed, as women seem to be taught to do almost u*********sly, but Cody was quite insistent, so I uncrossed my legs and opened them slightly. He pushed in but wasn’t satisfied and pushed each leg outward with his head. When I didn’t immediately comply, he even gave one thigh a little nip. That opened both legs. I looked at Tim with surprise in my eyes.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Cody wanted into my pussy and maybe I was a little slow to respond, but … he nipped my thigh to get me to open my legs more for him.”
“Did he break the skin?”
“No, it was very light. But such a surprise.”
“He has claimed you. You’re his bitch now. You gave yourself to him. He might have felt cheated last night. He only got you once.”
I slid my chair back a foot and looked down at him between my legs. “Is that it, Cody? Feeling like you didn’t get enough of your bitch last night. All the humans monopolized your bitch? Okay, here I am.” I fully opened my legs as wide as I could and patted the inside of one thigh. He went straight in for my pussy. “Oooooooooo, yessssss. Cody, you are sooooooo good with your tongue.” I glanced at Tim who had now pushed his chair back a bit and turned slightly to watch better. His look indicated he was pleased.
I let Cody lick me for a good while before pushing my chair back further and moving to the floor. I lay down on the tile and pulled him over me so I could get to his sheath and his cock tip that was just showing itself as a red, pointed tip. I rubbed the sheath more and licked the tip. As more of his wonderful cock came out, I licked more and finally had enough out to get my mouth around and then started sucking, tonguing and licking. Soon there was three to four inches out of the sheath and I got onto my hands and knees in front of him and wiggle my ass to him, enticing him, letting him know I wanted him as much as he indicated he wanted me.
He was on my back in a flash. Dogs are not subtle. They want to mate, they mate. But their tongues are great for getting a girl ready! After a couple jabs, I was able to help him find his way into my pussy. I just love the first contacts of a dog cock going in. Feeling the fir of the sheath on the outside of my pussy. Feeling his cock grow on the inside. Getting longer, thicker, shooting pre-cum as he does. I love when they are fully grown, how they hammer away, full out energy with one purpose, only. Mate his bitch. And I love his initial knot hitting me on the outside, how it slowly pushes at my pussy lips to gain entrance. Pushing, jabbing, and pushing. I push back myself, moving my ass up and down, side to side, rotating to try to assist him in getting it all inside me. Then, YES, the entire cock and knot is inside. Deep, full, still small spurts. So well lubricated to allow the knot in and to move within me. I love the feeling of his knot growing once it is inside. Fuller, bigger, I know I am tied to him. I am his. His bitch at that moment. To him I am his to make puppies with. God, what would that be like??? I love how he then tenses, gets unbelievably hard and longer and fills my pussy with his cum, spurting. Not once, but repeatedly, massive volumes, feeling like he is filling my entire insides. Dogs cum and cum. What a feeling! Then, yeah, I really love the knot, the being tied afterwards. Still spurts, much smaller, but still while he is in me, spurts. To remind me that he has me, he tries to pull out, often turning so we are butt-to-butt. I can feel his tail against my ass. He tests the tie, pulling. But I don’t want him out. I want him inside. I hold him, push into his ass and moving his cock and knot deeper, then pulling away, again, back and forth. His knot hits my g-spot, repeatedly. I know I will come again doing that. And I do. God, I love dogs!!
When Cody pulled out, I collapse onto the hard cool floor. Cody gave me a few swipes with his tongue that made me wiggle with the extra sensations. I roll over and smile at Tim and call Cody to me. I grab his dripping cock and licked and sucked off our combined juices. I got up then and gave Tim a kiss. I felt so wicked doing that to him but he never seemed to mind. Giving him a full passionate, a mouth and tongue kiss right after cleaning up the dog’s cock of all the fluids.
I sat back down and Tim got me more coffee. When he returned I saw that he was rock hard, his cock swaying in front of him as he walked. I waited for him to sit and then slid off my chair, went under the table, opened his knees and inched forward to his cock. I simply said, “Allow your slut to help you with this, sir.” And I did. I took him into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. I released it, kissed and sucked just the tip, pushing my tongue tip against the pee hole. Then licking along one side and then the other. Licking from the base to the tip. Sucking him into my mouth, fully to the rear of my mouth and to the entrance to my throat. Licking down to the base and to his balls, sucking each. Back into my mouth, sucking so hard my cheeks collapse inward. Moving up and down with this suction. Over and over, then driving my mouth over the length, taking him to the back of my mouth. Then, concentrating, breathing, I take him into my throat a little, backing up and down again. Each time taking more of him into my throat. When I feel him tense and become more rigid, he is in my throat and the first spurt shoots directly down my throat, but I pull back a little so he is in my mouth to take the rest. Sucking and licking him, massaging his balls to get everything he has to offer me.
I slowly pull my mouth off of his cock and kiss the top and look up at him, still holding his cock in my hand. I smile and lick me lips with some exaggeration. He returns my smile and asks, “Very well done. Feeling better now?”
“Oh, yes, much. You?”
“You always do that so well, Michele. Thank you.”
“No, sir, thank you for allowing me to have both you and Cody.”
He smiled at me and helped me up. He held my chair for me. “Okay, let’s talk. But first, put these in.” He moved part of the newspaper to reveal the two vibrators from our honeymoon including the remotes. “A talk about sexuality, limits, and what could happen in the future cannot be done cold and sober. Your sexuality is highly charged and we are just getting to what that might include. So, to discuss it you should also feel it.”
I looked at him and smiled and that smile grew into a lusty smile of intention. I inserted the egg into my already wet and open pussy. I then went to the cupboard and used a little olive oil on the anal bullet and bending slightly inserted it. I came back to my chair and sat down, wiggling slightly to seat everything properly.
“Michele, I understand that after the experience with your mom yesterday your need for discussion about our new lifestyle. This reinforces that suggestion we received from our on-line friend, luscious. As you know, she’s been in the submissive lifestyle for many years and she believes an understanding early is critical to avoid problems in the future. This is to assure that there is full understanding when you are in the role of submissive so that it won’t cause problems in the rest of life during the ‘normal times’ according to society. Those times when you are a wife, daughter, work professional, friend, or whatever but not in the sexual role.”
“Thanks for being so understanding, Tim. That’s why it is so easy for me to submit to you. But you know we have had talks about the future. How my being a submissive might evolve. The new places it could take us. I am totally committed to you. To serving you sexually as you direct me. But there are things I have no interest in or scare me or disgust me. Also, as more strangers get involved the need to understand becomes more important, I think. The fact that our on-line friend, luscious, with all of her experience in the lifestyle still feels the importance of establishing limits and boundaries makes me more convinced.” At that moment both vibrators started inside me. My eyes crossed slight as they came to life at the mid-range. “You’re not going to make this easy are you?”
“As I said before, dear, you can’t be discussing limits out of context to your body’s reaction. If you were sexually excited, you might want to exceed them immediately.”
“Okay, I can buy into that logic. So can we start?”
“Absolutely. You lead the conversation since this is about using your body for the pleasure of others. That is what we are talking about, right? The use of your body for the pleasure of men and dogs?”
“Keep that up and with these vibrators I will be cumming, again. You know how easily I can cum once my mind gets active.”
“Yes, I have certainly seen it enough, haven’t I?”
“Oh, Tim! Shit, this feels so good. God, how I love to cum. Please?”
“Until we are finished with this discussion, you will not touch yourself. Understand? I will provide you with your stimulation. Your hands stay on the table. Understand?”
“Yes, yes … yes, I understand. But I want to cum.”
“No. Not until I make you.”
“Tim, please? PLEASE, TIM! I want to cum. Please let me cum.”
“Michele, not only don’t I want you to touch yourself, but I want you to try to NOT cum. Until we finish this discussion I do not want you to cum.”
“Oh, Tim. That will be so hard for me.”
“Michele, I said, no cumming.”
“Okay.”
“You understand?”
“Yes,”
“What?”
“Yes, yes, sir. What do you want me to say? I won’t cum. Not until you let me.”
“Very good, Michele. We are taking the next steps even as we talk about the limits.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Very good, Michele. I do believe you really are a submissive and with training and experience may be a superb submissive slut. How does that make you feel?”
I hesitate, not sure what I feel. No, I feel pure lust. My pussy feels like it must be satisfied, must be filled. He can do that just through a few commands? Oh god, I feel … I feel … I’m not entirely sure. Alive, open, ready for anything. Desire to make him happy with me. To please him. I did all those things for him before, the sharing with his friends, his dog, the Commitment Ceremony in front of all those people, the Honeymoon, fucking my own dad, spending a night with him, gangbanging his friends just last night. I was willing to do all those things for him. Now, a few direct commands, forcefully, dominantly and I feel like I might explode. God, I had no idea it could feel this way.
And he called me a slut. A submissive slut. He said I may be superb at it. How do I not cum??? The thought that I could become HIS superb submissive slut. I’m shaking, no! Don’t cum! Resist it. Don’t disappoint him so soon. What has he done to me so quickly?
But then I feel the vibrators reducing to a lower level. I suck in each breath. Mustering up control over my body, again. I look at him and see him looking at me intently. And smiles at me. Reaches out his hand and strokes my hand and forearm.
“That was very good, Michele. You fought it off, didn’t you? You are feeling what you are and that made you want to cum that instant. But you fought through it, didn’t you?”
I looked at him and smiled weakly. And lowered my eyes. Instinctively. He didn’t tell me to or instruct me to. I just did. Am I really that much of a submissive that my soul just takes over like a birthright? I respond, “Yes, sir. I almost came. It would have been beautiful, too.”
“I’m proud of you Michele. Now, let’s have that discussion. I think you are in the right frame of mind.”
A warm glow just ran through me. He’s proud of me? My god, this is powerful. What will it be like when I really know what I am doing? What will it be like when he knows what he is doing?
“Okay, Michele. I know you have been thinking about this. I have, too. I will take some notes, you describe your thoughts.”
“Thank you. I have been thinking about my submissiveness. I want to be everything I can for you but I don’t want to have bad experiences in this side of our relationship ruin the really good stuff we have in the other areas of our life. As you said, being a wife, a daughter, working, and our other social life. And, as you stated in the intimate shop, I am not a slave. I see this role as a ‘sexual submissive’ and it doesn’t necessarily carry over to the other part of our lives. In sexual situations, I am your submissive, your slut. That’s a huge point. Agreed?”
“Yes, Michele. Absolutely, I agree. I like that, ‘sexual submissive’. Very defining.”
“Okay, here goes. I have separated limits into two categories: Hard and Soft. Hard Limits are those that will NOT be exceeded. They are non-negotiable at the time. Maybe later as we evolve, but not during a session. Soft Limits are those that might be considered as conditional experiences. They are things that are uncomfortable for me but may be pushed and I will do based on allowing for appropriate conditions.”
“You have given this a lot of thought.”
“Yes, and some serious discussions with luscious in chat. So, my Hard Limits are:
• No bathroom – s**t, piss.
• No blood – mine or others.
• No caning, whipping, etc. that leaves marks, sores, wounds.
• No cruel bondage – bound into bizarre positions of great discomfort. Perhaps not greatly defined but any intent that is remotely questionable better be discussed, first.
• Hard BDSM is a danger zone in general – serious discussion required prior.
• Anything i*****l – minors, prostitution, d**gs, etc.
• Needles, clamps, etc. that draw blood.
• Burning – any kind, including dripping wax, branding.
• Piercing and tattoos – definitely not spur-of-the-moment. We need to discuss and agree. Especially tattoos which are permanent.
• Being given to anyone unsupervised that is not known to us and has not proven his/her trust for my safety.
Those are my Hard Limits. Any discussion about those?”
“No. I understand all of them. A few we might evolve closer to but let’s get closer before worrying about that.”
“Good, thank you. I need your support and you know I trust you completely. Being aware of the bad stuff will make it easier for you, too, won’t it?”
“Absolutely, it will. Okay, on to the Soft Limits.”
“Right, so the Soft Limits I have identified are:
• Light flogging.
• Mild bondage.
• Public sex, especially if families are nearby.
• Other a****ls besides dogs.
• Extreme size penetrations.
• Uncontrolled gangbangs.
I know some of this isn’t really very well defined but they are things I have no reference to. The idea of flogging or bondage, for instance, scares me some. But, I am told they can tremendously enhance the sexual experience. But I remain nervous.”
“Is some discussion, okay?”
“Sure.”
“Back to the idea that Soft Limits are conditional. Help me understand your comment, ‘I will do based on allowing for appropriate conditions’. On the one hand it is a limit and you’re uncomfortable but on the other hand it is not a limit. You will do as commanded even though it is a Soft Limit but certain conditions need to be met?”
“Yes, for instance, the ‘Light flogging’ is something I am very nervous about. But if it can be done without marking, bruising, sores, cuts, then I am willing. If it just doesn’t work for, it might have to become a Hard Limit. But for that experience I will do as commanded with the conditions of I just mentioned. Does that help?”
“I think so. But can you give another example?”
“Other a****ls, for instance, if you tell me to give oral to a horse, I will not want to just go into a stall with the horse, get underneath it and try to blow him. That could be a huge safety issue. How is the horse going to react? Does he kick? Could I be thrown against the sides if he jumps or reacts? So a conditional modification to the command could be that someone knowledgeable is in control of the horse restricting its actions.”
“I understand. So, Soft Limits you won’t be allowed to refuse but we need to work out the details that allow you to be safe and alleviate your fears.”
“Exactly.”
“Excellent. I understand these, too. They are new to you so we should proceed with caution and gain familiarity if we want to expand into them further. I am curious about the ‘other a****ls’. Are there certain a****ls you absolutely wouldn’t want to try?”
“No, they would be Hard Limits. I don’t really know what to expect. I think we need to understand more about the a****ls and move slowly. Again, it is largely a safety issue, right? I don’t want to get put into a situation with an a****l that might end up hurting me or because it’s scared or threatened.”
“Good. Understood. Anything else, honey?”
“Yes, there is one more thing and that is public nudity. I really couldn’t even put it into the Soft Limits because … well …”
“Because you’re basically an exhibitionist?”
“Yeah, I guess so. But, we’ve been very careful where and when I am nude in public. Last night was a real stretch from the past. Ultimately, it boils down to the fact that I trust you. But I definitely don’t want to be arrested. I decided the timing of the bike ride was relatively safe from the police issue. And, the gas station was quick enough and the guys were there for my physical safety. I just ask that we continue to keep that in our minds with the public nudity.”
“I really was proud of your willingness last night. You were clearly tempted not to. I am glad you ended up trusting me on it. It was something of a test. It was another of the things that indicated to me that you really were progressing in accepting commands even without this discussion of understanding. Anything else?”
"Just that this is all I can think of at the moment ... may we discuss these more, if something comes to mind or a situation arises?"
“Absolutely. You’ll find I am a good and caring Master,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. He continued more seriously, “Now, I have also been given all of this some thought. And, I have also check in with luscious to see if we might be missing anything before we take this too much further with others. So, I have come up with what I am calling Boundaries. These are the bounds around which your activities will be contained within. Mostly for your safety, also. This is what I have come up with:
• All engagements with you must go through and approved by me.
• Your engagements must be attended by me or someone I completely trust and approve.
• All clothing purchased for engagements will be approved by me for appropriateness of the event. It is understood that ‘normal’ life clothing is immune from this control.
• Attire for engagements will be selected or approved by me.
• Whenever you are at home you will always be naked and sexually available to Cody and me. If we have visitors, I will guide you on what will be appropriate attire. But, never will bra and panties be worn at home. If you must wear a bra for work or other outside social activity, it must be removed promptly upon exiting the car in the garage regardless of the situation in the house. Panties are never to be worn regardless.
• Once engaged in an event, you may not refuse anything or anyone intentionally involved unless one of your Hard Limits is being crossed.
• While in the role of ‘sexual submissive’, I will be referred to as ‘Sir’. You, Michele will be referred to as ‘Tim’s slut’ or ‘slut’. This is to firmly establish in your mind in your submissive role. In your mind when thinking about these terms, the ‘Sir’ should be capitalized, the ‘slut’ should be lower case. A small point, but further identifying your submissive role. Also, when or if we get involved with strangers, you should not be referred to with you real name for your safety. To all strangers you should simply be identified as ‘Tim’s slut’.
• Next, you need a ‘Safe Word’ that can be used, especially when strangers are involved. Saying this word will stop everything. This can only be used if one of your Hard Limits is being crossed or your safety is threatened in another way. We have previously used the word, ‘Aardvark’. I cannot imagine that word needing to come up in any conversation. If that word is heard, everything stops.”
• Finally, this last point is to begin your training to open your mind to the experiences and pleasures you will give and receive. You must learn to fully and directly relate to the things you will be commanded to perform and the things, the pleasures you wish to experience. To that end, from now on you will not answer a question in either a short response or a vague response. An example, if I asked you if you want to fuck Cody, you will not reply with a mere, ‘yes’. You will not reply with a drawn out mumbling, unenthusiastic but accepting response. A proper response could be, ‘Yes, Sir. I would very much like to take his hard cock in my pussy. To again feel his throbbing cock, his large knot stretching me. Please, Sir, I need to, I want to fuck him.’ Do you see the difference, slut? Do you see how your commitment to the command, even if put into a form of question, will affect you?”
I was stunned. He really had put a lot of thought in this. I thought I was being a silly girl, but his approach to this validated my concern and the seriousness of the agreement. I responded to him, “Oh, I do, indeed, Sir. I immediately felt the difference even though it was you saying it. The power of expressing it clearly and directly taking away any veils of deceit or modesty. In verbalizing the actions and pleasure I will give and receive readies my mind and body for receiving and giving them.”
I looked up at him from the tops of my eyes, still keeping my head slightly lowered. My eyes caught his and he asked, “What is it, slut? Do you have something else to say or ask?”
“Yes, Sir, I do. Sir, may I please cum now? I have done what you commanded. I have refrained from cumming. I have been so excited and stimulated. Sir knows how stimulated I can become from mental stimulation alone. Please Sir, please allow me to cum.” Just asking, just saying the words filled me nearly to the maximum with pleasure and excitement. I was pleading with Tim to let me orgasm. Sure, this was so minor, there was no real physical stimulation associated to it. The vibrators have been on very low for most of the discussion, but still … If he had given me more physical stimulation, a good fucking or hard vibration, and commanded me not to orgasm, could I? I doubt it. Will he want me to? The question is exciting.
But I am brought out of those considerations with a sudden change in the vibrators. They are both at what must be the highest levels. Sitting on the hard wooden kitchen chair sends the vibration right back up into my body. I hear him tell me that I have done very well and he is pleased. I have shown him what a good submissive I will be for him. He tells me to cum and to use my fingers if I need to. Hearing his words, with the vibrators buzzing at maximum are enough. I have no need for my fingers. They are busy pressed into the top of the table as my entire body stiffens, shudders, and quakes. I have the most intense orgasm I can remember in a long time. And my orgasms tend not to be shy, little whimpers. As I sit rigid as a statue except for the quivering of my muscles and flesh, this thought flashes through my mind, ‘My god, this new life is going to be so fucking awesome!!’
* * * CHAPTER 7: SHARON & JOHN will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
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