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Chapter Eight – Naomi (this is not a standalone story. You should read the previous episode before going any further.)


I helped Naomi prepare for her first meeting with Marcus. Even though she had recently shaved her pussy, I suggested she remove any stubble from her nether region. Once her skin was completely smooth and free from hair, I rubbed her skin with lightly scented coconut oils. While she was loving the attention she was getting from it, I was secretly teasing her and working her into a frenzy. Naomi is my best and closest friend and I couldn’t wait to share my man with her. As my hands softly smoothed the oils into her skin, I watched as her nostrils flared when my hands held her breasts. My thumb rubbed around the crinkling skin of her areola. I bit my lower lip as I watched her nipple perk to my touch. I remembered Marcus’s teasing my overly sensitive nipples. The remembered though sent a fresh flood of juices to my own pussy. Marcus was a breast man. While I was sorely lacking in that area but I still knew he loved me for other reasons, I couldn’t wait for Naomi to expose hers to my Dom, her Dom. He would be much more attentive and would have her squirming for sure. Megan shuddered remembering how Marcus had made her cum from torturing her nipples one night at dinner. She smiled thinking of the wet spot she’d left that night.

Megan finished helping Naomi dress in the corselet she had picked out for the first night at the club. The tops of the corset pushed up her heaving breasts, leaving her nipples exposed and clearly seen through the sheer silk blouse she wore over it. The ensemble was completed with a very short black skirt that left only a few inches from the bottom of her ass. If Naomi so much and bent a few inches her ass would promptly be on display. Of course she was minus any panties as this was something Marcus never allowed in his presence. After pulling on sheer black stockings and strapping on her 6” heels, Megan led Naomi over to the floor length mirror and watched as her friend took in the sight of submissive makeover. Despite Naomi’s open mouth, Megan could tell that she was utterly turned by the way her nipples were trying to poke a hole clear through her blouse. Megan could also smell her friend’s arousal and it took everything to not push her down and lick her to a resounding orgasm. Megan finished the transformation with some smartly applied makeup.

She made Naomi sit on the upholstered bench while she got herself dressed. Naomi blushed when Megan made her lift her skirt and sit directly on the upholstery as not to winkle her dress or leave a wet spot on it. Naomi watched as her friend applied her own makeup. She took in Megan’s naked form. While she had explored more of her body in the last few days, she still lusted to delve more into her friend’s body. She watched as she slipped on the sheer dress. It barely hid anything from plain sight. Naomi thought she might as well have worn nothing, but then understood that the slight concealment truly added to her sensuality. When Megan was finished, she turned and held her hands wide, as if asking without words how Naomi thought.

“You look stunning Mistress.” Naomi said blushing.

Megan smiled. “You’re far sexier than I am. Marcus is going to eat you up!”

They both giggled at the thought and grabbed their small clutches and headed for the door. The drive over in Megan’s car seemed to take hours. Naomi was glad she was driving because she was too nervous to. When the car finally pulled up the club, Naomi pulled in a deep breath. The sign read ‘The Whipping Post.’ Megan smiled as she heard the audible gasp escape her friend’s lips. She reached over and took her friend’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“You’ll be safe. I’ll be with you every step of the way and Marcus will make you feel safe and secure throughout the whole process. I promise.” Releasing her hand but giving it a loving pat.

“Thank you Mistress. This is something I’ve only dreamed of but I’m ready. Thank you offering me this chance.”

“You’re more than welcome. Now let’s have some fun.” She leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Naomi parted her lips and let Megan’s own hers. She felt a flush of her juices gush from her lower lips.

Their kiss was interrupted by the valets, who opened their doors. Naomi blushed shyly having been caught in such an intimate moment. When she slipped out of Megan’s car, her blushed turned full red when she completely exposed her naked pussy to the valet. Megan smiled when she came around the car to find her red faced friend.

“I see that you’ve already tipped the valet, you’re already being a slut.” Megan said with an evil smile on her face.

They walked into the front door and stood in line to sign in. Naomi noticed the others dressed in similar attire, some even more exposed than her. She saw several couples, both Dom and sub, but also saw single males and females. Most wore so form of a collar. Naomi reached up and felt her empty throat. Megan had removed her training collar before they showered and told her that Marcus would present her with one if he accepted her as his trainee. Megan’s neck was beautifully adored with a diamond encrusted collar that brought out the shimmer in her sheer dress. When it was their turn to sign in, Megan introduced Naomi to the submissive assigned to the desk. She was bubbly and Naomi fell in love with her immediately. She was naked from the waist up and her pert little nipples were pierced with overly large golden rings. Naomi shuddered with desire. Her nipples only tightened more with the thought of having hers adored so lovely. Megan made note of her friend’s response to Cindy’s piercings.

After Cindy had placed a green band around Naomi’s wrist and explaining that this would let others know that she was a newbie. Then she put a yellow one on Megan. Megan leaned over and told her that it showed she was a paid member. She further explained that Marcus’s collar let everyone know that she was his and protected her from other Doms or Dommes. Having been properly “marked” they headed over to the bar area of the club. Naomi was enthralled by the sheer enormity of the place. There was a dance floor with some couples already dancing. There was a huge stage area but it was empty now, but there was equipment staged around that made a rush of fluids flood her pussy. Megan led her over to the bar and they found empty stools. A really handsome bartender in a severe looking leather outfit came their way. His heavily hairy chest was left exposed and his tight leather pants left nothing to the imagination. Both girls could clearly she the erection the man had. They both giggled when they ordered something to drink. When their glasses of Chardonnay arrived, Naomi almost gulped her down. She was stopped only by the gaze her friend.

“This is your only drink tonight so make it last. There will be no inebriation by either party tonight. Marcus will send us both home if we’re drunk. He wants you in your right mind and able to make sound decisions.”

“Yes Ma’am. Where is he?”

“He’s working tonight but he is going to make time to sit down and talk and maybe even play if time allows.” Megan said as she looked around for her teacher.

While they waited, Megan explained that Marcus was part owner of the club and sometimes serves as a monitor, and sometimes he plays with couples or single submissives when asked to. Naomi asked if that made her jealous and Megan assured her that she trusted Marcus explicitly. They talked about the club and where things were. She pointed out the monitors who were tasked with making sure that all play was safe, sane and consensual. Naomi had read about this type of safety measures. It made her feel safer knowing that others would be watching out for her, even though she already felt safe with Megan nearby. Just when she was starting to feel more at ease, she noticed Megan’s face brighten. When Naomi looked in the general direction of where Megan was looking, her breath left her chest. There was a tall, muscular black man confidently striding in their direction. My God he is gorgeous! Naomi struggled to take in a deep breath and calm her nerves.


Chapter Nine - Naomi


Megan and Naomi both stood as the tall dark and handsome Marcus approached them. He took Megan in his strong arms and seemed to swallow her whole. They ended their embrace with a passion filled kiss. When he turned towards Naomi, she took a breath, not realizing she had been holding it. Megan introduced her friend. Marcus leaned down to kiss Naomi on her cheek. His warm lips sent tingles throughout her body, straight to her core. He smelled of fresh soap and sandalwood. When he stepped back and motioned to a booth near the back corner of the bar, both girls followed his unspoken command.

Megan slipped into the farthest side of the booth and Marcus joined her, while Naomi sat opposite them. Marcus smiled when he saw the girl shyly lift her skirt and sit with her naked pussy against the cool leather of the booth. Both of the girls were still nursing their first glass of wine. Marcus was drinking bottled water since he was working tonight. Naomi’s heart was beating so loud in her ear that she barely heard his first words.

“So you’re ready to begin your training as a submissive?”

“Yes Sir.” Her voice barely audible because of her nerves.

“Well Megs told all about your last couple of days and she says you’re a natural. So that brings us to the negotiation part of this agreement. Let’s start with what you want out of this training? Are you looking to become a full-time slave in a 24/7 power exchange or just some kinky play on occasion?”

Naomi took a minute to think about what he was asking. “I don’t want to be anyone’s slave and I don’t want only some random play either, so maybe in the middle somewhere. What I do know is that I want to be completely submissive in the bedroom.”

Marcus noticed her nostrils flare when she mentioned about her wanting to totally submissive in the bedroom. His thought of what that might entail made his cock stiffen.

“Good. Let’s talk about limits. What kinds of things do you not want to participate in?”

Again, Naomi took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “I don’t want any permanent scars or visible marks from play.” She looked into his eyes and saw that they were focused and he was clearly listening attentively to what she was saying.

“Good. I respect that. I’m not much for inflicting pain or leaving marks like other Doms, but I do retain the right to inflict pain as a form of punishment. Do you agree to accepting pain during any punishment you would incur?

“Yes Sir. I don’t mind receiving pain. As I’ve found out from my short time with Megan….er…Mistress, I actually love pain. I mean that it makes me feel submissive to able to take what is given out, whether it is from punishment or for the pleasure of my Dom or Mistress.” Naomi took in a big breath. This was a big idea to reveal, but the look on both of their faces told her she had said something they both liked.

“Very good answer and I will be sure to include some impact play with our sessions. Now what about breath-play?”

Naomi’s face grimaced. She hesitated before answering. “I’ve never done anything like that Sir, but I feel safe with you and I would trust your decision to include it in our play.”

Again, Marcus smiled at her answer. “Your inexperience is duly noted and I will retain the right to include it in play. What about anal play? I understand that Megan has put you through some of the early training, is there any limits to this?”

“Yes Sir. To begin with, I want to let you know that I love anal sex.” A warm rush of blood moved to Naomi’s face. “I have a concern about hygiene with regards to anal play. Firstly, I would like to given notice when we are to have anal play. I want to be able to have the chance to prepare my body. Secondly, I don’t want to have anything that has been in my ass to go in any other hole.”

Naomi quickly looked to Megan. She had fucked her with her ass with a strap-on and then made her clean it with her mouth. Megan quickly reach across the table and took Naomi’s hand in hers. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t know.”

“It’s OK Megs. We were both caught up in the moment.” She turned back to Marcus. “Sir, if we are in an intense moment like that, I would always follow your command. If you wanted me to suck your cock after thoroughly fucking me like Megan, I would more than gladly take your cock in my mouth and lick it clean.” The blood rushed to her face and chest. Naomi’s nipples peeked tightly and threatened again to ripe through her silk top.

Marcus’s cock stiffened with the thought of this truly submissive creature taking his cock down her throat. “Duly noted. Does this cover all of your limits Nomes?”

“Yes Sir.”

He took her hand in his as his thumb softly stroke the tops of her knuckles. “So let’s discuss my rules. To keep this simple, I only have four but they are broad in range. First – Be safe. In everything we do, safety is first and foremost. While we have set your limits, my job is to push you to and maybe beyond those limits, but if at any time you feel uncomfortable, you have safe words. Yellow means that you’re getting to the point of being overwhelmed and we will slow but continue play. There is red. This means that you’re at your limit and play will immediately stop. I will make sure that you’re safe and then we will sit down and discuss where our play went wrong. You will never be punished for calling your safe words. Do you understand Nomes?”

“Yes Sir. Be safe.” She repeated. “Thank you for that. You making me feel safer by the minute.”

Marcus continued to stroke her hand. “Second rule – follow instructions. I will give many things for you to do, whether I’m present or not, you will follow each command as if I were there.”

“Yes Sir. Follow your instructions.”

“There will be punishment for not following this rule. The third rule – Do your best. You may not always be able to complete a command but if you do your best you will not be punished.”

“Yes Sir. Do my best. I intend to do my very best each and every time. I want to make you proud of my submission.” Marcus smiled wide. Naomi smiled herself. His full faced smile was infectious she noted.

“My last and certainly not least rule is – Be honest. Your answers may not always be what I want to hear but I want the honest reply. Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir. Be honest.”

“Well I think we have a pretty good start to this Dom/sub relationship. Are you ready to start?”

Naomi smiled at her Dom. Her smile couldn’t be slapped off her face. “Yes Sir. I’m ready.”

“Good. No remove your blouse.”

Naomi didn’t hesitate a second when she started unbuttoning her silk blouse. Her nipples had threatened to ripe it since she put it on. When she finished removing, Megan reached across the table and held her friend’s clothing.

Marcus’s eyes moved down to Naomi’s breasts. She felt her nipples crinkle from focus of his gaze. “Put your hands behind your head.”

She followed his command. Her breasts were pushed up by the corselet but with her hands behind her head, she felt them more on display. Marcus clearly loved her breasts. His reached across the table with his hand and his calloused fingers flicked her erect and throbbing nipples, first one, then the other. A moan escaped from deep in her throat. He watched as her eyes closed when he took her crinkled bud between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a wicked twist. She took in a quick breath.

“Eyes open girl.” She opened them quickly. His gaze fixed on hers. When his fingers pulled on her nipple she whimpered but held his gaze. “Now lower one hand and touch yourself.”

Naomi did as she was told. The audible gasp was louder than she intended when her fingers ran through her wet folds. She pulled some of her wetness from her sopping pussy up to her engorged clitty. Her breathing was ragged. Her wet finger softly stroked her sensitive nub.

“You love being told what to do, don’t you Princess?”

“Yes Sir.” Her voice hoarse with need. Her finger sped up as he spoke with her. Naomi could feel her orgasm edge closer. This is what she wanted, what she needed.

“You’re not going to orgasm until I give you permission.”

“No Sir.” She slowed her fingering as she tried to pull back from the precipice.

“I want you to stick three fingers inside your wet cunt and fuck yourself until I say stop.” He could see her nostrils flair to his command.

“Yes Sir.” Naomi shoved three fingers inside her pussy. She could feel the soft walls of channel clinch around her invasion. Her hand moved quickly as she fucked herself in front of her Dom and anyone else who happen to be looking towards their booth. The level of her arousal was higher than any other time in her life. Naomi was right at the point of no return. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her whimpers were almost a mew.

“Stop! Very nice. Such a good girl.”

Naomi removed her fingers but still felt her pussy clinching with need. She fought off her impending orgasm, but it took everything she had to do it. When she felt that she had regained control, she opened her eyes. Both of them were staring at her and smiling.

“Good Girl. Now get in the standing presentation position.” Naomi looked at Megan for some unspoken answer. She was about to say something when he clarified his command. “Stand with your arms behind your head and legs spread at shoulder width apart.”

“Yes Sir.” Naomi got into position as Marcus watched.

“Now remove your skirt. It doesn’t hide much anyway and I want to see that wet pussy that I’ve been smelling since we sat down.”

Naomi flushed but unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She bent over to retrieve it, clearly giving anyone behind her an unfettered look at her swollen lips. She handed it to Marcus who passed it along to Megan.

“Come closer Princess.”

When she did, he lifted his fingers and stroked her wetness between her thighs. She moaned as he slipped two of his large fingers inside her, while his thumb gently rubbed her erect clitty. She quickly bit her lip again, trying to ward off her orgasm. Again, just as she was about to beg for release, he removed his fingers. Then he stood. He towered over her. His massive frame made her feel like a little girl next to him.

“Now get into a kneeling presentation position.”

She knew this one and dropped to her knees with her arms behind her back and her thighs spread widely. She knew her body was open and on display for him, her Dom. He ran his fingers through her hair. She felt comforted by his touch. He walked around behind her. She felt his hands go around her neck first, then she felt the warm leather of his collar being fastened around her neck. As close as she had been to her orgasm twice in front of him, she almost lost it when he secured his collar on her.

“Stand and let’s go to a more private area.” He took Megan in his arm and had Naomi follow two steps behind them with her arms locked behind her back. Though she was naked and on display as they walked through the main area of the club, Naomi felt wrapped in love and the control of her Dom and Mistress. She held her head high and her shoulders back. The gentle sway of her breasts and the swollen lips of her naked pussy attracted a lot of attention and though this was all new to Naomi, it didn’t distract her focus on her Dom.



Chapter Ten


The walk across the main room felt like it would take forever. While Marcus clearly did not take the direct path to where they were heading, he made several stops to greets members and introduce Megan to people she hadn’t met before. The whole time Naomi was perfectly in position but treated like she was invisible. The people that Marcus and Megan were talking to would eye her up and down, but she was never introduced to anyone. Her mind was whirling. Is he not proud of me? Do I not please him? Naomi quickly recognizes these are bad thoughts and pushing them to the back of her mind. She continues to follow obediently as they stop and started their journey again.

To distract herself from these negative thoughts, she sneaked glances at the other people there at the club. She can’t help but notice a couple now playing on the main stage. There is a large crowd around watching as a severe looking Domme is whipping a submissive male wearing only a black leather hood. Naomi can see the dark red whelps across his back. Her own body responds to the sound of the whip when it connects with his flesh. It seems more severe than she could possibly take but by looking at the swollen and aroused state of the man’s cock, he is clearing enjoying himself.

Naomi turns back to her Dom just in time to keep herself from bumping into them. She tries to refocus, but is distracted again by the sight of a submissive girl kneeling at the foot of her Master with his cock buried deep in her throat. As she moves through the crowd she recognizes the young girl as Cindy from the front desk. Naomi envies her new friend and hopes that she too will able to pleasure her new Dom like that tonight. She licks her lips in licentious anticipation. Before Naomi can turn around, she stumbles and falls into the lap a man that is seated at a table with other couples. His hands cup one of her breasts and the other around her waist, catching her in an unintended embrace.

“Well what do we have here, an angel falling from heaven?” He laughs softly, squeezing her supple breast. His grasp is firm and he doesn’t return her to a standing position at first.

When Marcus and Megan double back to retrieve her, he asks. “Did my submissive injure you?” His voice clear and without anger or contempt.

“Hey Marcus. No I’m fine. Is this your fallen angel?” He says as he easily lifts me and guides me to an upright position.

“Yes. This is Naomi, a friend of Megan’s. This is her first day, so forgive her for her poor focus. I’m afraid this is a lot to take in at first sight.” He turns to me with fire in his eyes. I shudder from that look. “Sub. Apologize to Chase and beg for forgiveness.”

I first reply to Marcus. “Yes Sir.” Then turn to Chase with lowered head. “Please accept my apologies Sir, it was unintended.”

“Nothing hurt except for maybe your pride. Don’t fret to hard about it Sugar. It’s not often such a lovely creature as yourself falls into my lap. I assure you, I’m the better for it.” His smile is very pleasing and puts me at some ease.

Marcus loops his thick finger into the D-ring of my collar and pulls me towards him. My breasts are pressed against his muscular chest. “See that you keep up and not let this happen again. Will deal with your lack of focus in a more private place.” He barely hears my weak reply before he turns a leads us to a door in the back.

Once there he punches a few numbers into a keypad and a light above the pad glows white. He turns the knob and we all enter a dimly lit hallway. It stretches for what seems like forever. There are doors at intervals on each side of the long hall. As we pass by them, faint moans of pain and pleasure can be heard. I’m so tempted to look but dare not raise the ire of Marcus again. We go about halfway down the hall to a room numbered #11.

Before we enter Marcus turns to me. “Do you need to use the restroom; you won’t be given a break for some time?”

“Yes Sir. I think my nerves are catching up with me.”

He turns to Megan and tells her to show me where it’s located. I follow her to the very next doorway. It doesn’t have a designation to whether it’s for male or female but we enter. There is a line of stalls, each with no door. There is no privacy at all. There is a man inside using the first stall. He has red whelps on his ass and thighs. I first try to cover myself then think otherwise. I move a few stalls over and use the toilet. For some reason I’m shy about this and try to keep the sound of my ‘tinkling’ as quiet as possible. When I’m finished Megan is waiting for me by the sink. The man is drying his hands and bows to Megan as he leaves. I wash my hands, looking into my reflection in the mirror. For the first time I notice a silver embossed “M” on my collar. Clearly Marcus is marking his territory. A flood of my own juices gush to my nether lips at the thought of being owned. In some of my fantasies, I’ve been a captured slave girl, forced to do my captor’s bidding. The erotic thought excites me and I feel the further tightening of my already turgid nipples. Megan notices and tweaks one before leading me out of the room by my nipple. A loud moan escapes my lips. I slip into my captured fantasy with her rough treatment.

When we return, Marcus has already removed his tight polo shirt. There’s a slight curl to one side of his mouth when he sees Megan leading me back by my nipple. He has some things laid out on a bench as Megan brings me to him.

“Firstly, let’s get your punishment out of the way Princess. Your focus was lacking during our walk through the main room.” He motions for Megan to take me to the center of the room.

She pulls me down to my knees. Marcus hands her a pair of wrist and ankle cuffs. After placing them securely on, I’m instructed to stand. Megan attaches my ankles to a spreader bar while Marcus brings my wrists together and secures then to a cable above my head. Then he moves to the near wall and pushes a button that lift the cable until my body is stretched tight and my toes are barely supporting my weight. Megan walks over to a padded bench and sits down facing me. I notice that she’s pulled her short dress up high on her hips and I can clearly see the swollen lips of her pussy. I bite my lower lip thinking of our most recent time together and how much I’ve loved being her submissive. I mesmerized watching her slowly finger her wet pussy until Marcus steps in front of me.

He’s holding a medium sized flogger. The smell of leather, mixed with his manly scent makes my muscles clinch. “Princess, do you know why you’re being punished?”

“Yes Sir. For not being attentive during out walk through the main room.”

“Good girl. Now I’m just going to warm you up a bit before we get to the main punishment. Then we’ll get on to the more fun stuff. OK sugar?” He smiles as his hand touches the side of my face, pushing back a strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear.

“Yes Sir.” My body reels feeling his fingers graze my skin.

His hands move down my neck, his fingers running down the ridge of my collar bone and to my breast, that are pulled high from my hands being secured overhead. He rubs my pert nipples with the back of knuckles and I whimper, wanting more of this. When both of my nipples are tight and aching, he steps back.

“Remember your safe words Princess?”

“Yes Sir. Yellow to slow down and red to stop.”

“Good girl. Now I am going to warm up your breasts and thighs.”

The flogger comes down on the tops of my breasts in short swirling motion. He just uses the tips and the pain is minimal but the results are tremendous. I push my breasts out further to meet the falls of the leather tresses. I feel my breasts swell with desire, before the flogger finds a new target. Marcus works his way down on the outsides of my thighs, then back up the insides. He comes very near my open pussy. I push my hips out towards him wanting the falls to hit my aching cunt, but he only teases me with short, well placed strikes. When he feels like my skin is properly warmed on the front, he walks over and switches to a heavier flogger. This time he moves behind me. I feel his arm circle and draws me in. His hand moves over the reddened skin of my breasts. His warm breath on my neck sends goosebumps over my skin. I can also feel his thick cock pressed against my ass through his leather pants. I push back and shamelessly grind against it.

His hand slips down between my thighs and cups my mound. My nether lips are swollen and already leaking down my thighs. He deftly pulls some of my juices up with his fingers and draws little circles around my aching clit. “Now we will heat up your backside girl.” His hot breath and liquid lava voice sends a chill down my spine, directly to my throbbing clitty. My body is trembling as my eyes catch sight of Megan. She has the hem of her dress bunched up and her fingers inside her pussy. The strap of her dress is off her shoulder and one of her pink breasts is showing, her nipple is tight showing how turned on she is from watching Marcus dominate me.

As Marcus is fingering my clitty my eyes move up his girlfriend, my best friend, Megan. She is watching him finger my swollen pussy while she plays with her own. Her eyes are fixed on my splayed thighs. She is biting her lower lip when our eyes finally meet. She smiles softly. Her eyes are half-lidded just like mine are. Marcus calls her over to help and she is startled out of her trance. She moves with relaxed grace behind me. Marcus has stepped back and I feel the laces of my corset being loosened. After some effort on her part, Megan has my corset off and she lays it near the pile of my clothes on the table. Marcus is softly rubbing the places where the corset’s tightness has cut into my delicate skin. Megan comes back to stand in front of me. She leans in to kiss me. My lips open submissively. Her tongue invades my mouth and she owns me.

Marcus has stepped back and gives her warning that he is about to start warming my back with his heavy flogger. She steps back and looks into my eyes. My body is humming with desire. The first touch of the leather flogger hits my shoulders. It’s a heavy thud but not much sting. Marcus keeps the falls of the flogger moving around the skin of my back. I feel my skin start to warm up. Megan lifts her hand and pulls my hair off my shoulders and then softly caresses my face. The flogger is now hitting my upturned ass. The falls are lightly licking my behind. Megan is now tweaking my turgid nipples. At first she’s just teasing them but as Marcus’s strikes become harder, she is pulling my nipples away from my body lifting my heavy breasts. The dual torture is heavenly and a loud gasp escapes my lips.

When I feel like I and nearing the point that I can’t take anymore, she bends and takes my sensitive nipple into her warm mouth. As my back and ass are hot from Marcus’s ministrations, Megan’s soothing mouth has me mewing with need. My brain is overwhelmed with emotions. A soft tear forms at the corner of my cheek and slowly slides down my face. Megan moves to my other nipple as her hand moves between my thighs. When her fingers reach my clit, Marcus is lighting my ass up with the heavy flogger. Before I can ask for permission to cum my body involuntarily starts to spasm and I fall off the edge. The waves of pleasure sweep over me. I know that I am in trouble for this orgasm but there is no way to stop it as my body is trembling with shuddering wave after shuddering wave of spasms that rack my body. When it finally subsides the only thing holding me up is the cable my wrists are connected to. Megan moves back to my mouth and passionately kisses me as Marcus comes from behind and wraps his strong arm around me just under my hanging breasts. My breath is so ragged that I can’t even get any words out.

Finally, I am able to speak. “I’m sorry Sir. I came without permission.”

As they are releasing my arms and legs, Marcus leans in and whispers in my ear. “Don’t worry Princess, you have been forgiven for your lack of focus. Now you will have to pay for your pleasure.”



Chapter Eleven –


Once I’m released, Marcus helps me to a chair. Megan has a blanket and a cold bottle of water waiting for me. I’m overwhelmed with their care and concern. I’m just a little worried about what’s going to be done to me for orgasming without permission. I sit there trying to relax and drink most the water in a few gulps. Marcus is removing Megan’s dress and they embrace. I watch the muscles in Marcus’s body ripple as he pulls her close. The contrast of his dark skin against her pale pink body is stunning.

When she kneels at his feet and starts to unbuckle his belt, a tingle starts to wash through my body. I’ve felt his big cock against me but I can’t wait to see it. Megan unbuttons his pants and opens them slightly. His six pack is impressive, but the sight of his defined Adonis muscle extending down to the root of his cock, sends a chill down my spine. When she grabs the waist of his pants and boxers, dropping them to the floor, do I finally get to see Master’s magnificent cock. It would be easier to take Bubba’s arm up my pussy then this massive cock. It has to be 10+ inches and as big around as a coke can. The corded veins seem to throb as they pump the life giving blood to the huge organ.

Megan looks back at me. Her half-lidded eyes let me know how turned on she is to have his cock in her mouth. I lick my own lips and imagine how it would feel to have my own mouth stuffed with his cock. Marcus gives a half laugh and moves Megan away.

His come hither sign with his thick finger has me crawling across the floor towards them. The blanket slips off me as I move sexily to him. My breasts sway like large fleshy pendulums. When I get to his feet I start to kneel up. He loops his thick finger into the D-ring of my collar and leads me over to the corner of the room. He instructs me to lay on a padded table. Megan helps him secure me. There are straps everywhere. My wrists are attached to a strap just under my arm, and my elbows are secured to the side of the table with an O-ring. This has my arms immobilized and my hands beside my face. My ankles are strapped to my thighs and my knees secured to an O-ring on the side of the table. My legs are spread very wide and I am totally open with every hole for Mistress and Master to use.

I try the restraints and find that I cannot move even a fraction of an inch in any direction. My body is trembling, not with fear but from a deep desire to be taken roughly. Being this vulnerable leaves me whimpering. Mistress moves between my splayed thighs. I look down at her as she leans into my pussy and starts to softly lick my swollen lips. Her warm tongue flattens and takes long, slow, teasing swipes from my tight rosette, up my labia, to my throbbing clit. She circles my sensitive bud and licks her way back down. This stimulates me so much, but not enough to get me off. After a few “laps” (pun intended) I am writhing with such need.

When I think that I can’t take anymore, Marcus approaches the head of the table. I catch a glimpse of his thick cock swaying as he nears. My lips part and my tongue comes out in anticipation of having it in my mouth. The table is a perfect height and allows him to feed his dick right into my mouth. At first I can only get the head past my lips. Marcus’s thick shaft stretches me fully. I can only lay there and let him fuck my face. He pushes in only a few inches at a time. I suck hard and his cock pops each time the suction breaks. Megan is still laving my wet slit as he uses my willing mouth.

After a few minutes, Marcus removes his thick shaft, glistening from my saliva and lays it across my face. My tongue wags as I try to lick his huge phallus. I whimper, wanting it back in my mouth. He reaches down a takes both of my nipples and teases them. I struggle in my bindings, trying to get his cock into my mouth. He finally relents and stuffs it back inside. I moan around it, thanking him with my lips. I feel a shudder go through me. I’ve always had an oral fetish since my early days with sucking Bubba’s cock when we were dating in school. I’ve been able to orgasm from giving head alone without any other stimulation. Marcus’s cock has me reeling like never before. It doesn’t hurt that Megan is licking my needy cunt with her deft skills.

I am dangerously close to another orgasm when they both stop. Megan comes around and Marcus helps her up onto the table. She positions her pussy right over my face. I can see that her puffy wet lips are primed. My lips part and my tongue comes out, still having the taste of Marcus’s pre-cum on it. I eagerly lap at her lips, licking clean her juices that are already flowing. Her moans only encourage me. When I get a good face full of her juices, I feel Marcus’s strong hands on my splayed thighs. Then his warm tongue starts teasing my swollen labia. I moan into Megan’s pussy but I don’t dare stop lick her. Marcus is licking all around my pussy but skipping my throbbing clit. I on the other hand am working my tongue across Megan’s sensitive bud. She starts grinding on my face. I try and keep up with my tonguing but resign myself to holding it in place and letting her use it as she pleases. All of this has my need right at the edge of another orgasm. The immobility and forced use is more than I have ever been dreamed of. I don’t know how I will ever go back to what or who I was before.

When they both stop again, I wonder what else is in store. That thought doesn’t take up much time as I hear Marcus move something over to the head of the table. Megan has bent over and is on all fours over me. He steps up onto something, maybe a box, and brings his cock even with her wet pussy. Laying there under them, I can only watch as his massive cock lines itself up to her swollen lips and nudges her wetness. This is my punishment. I can only watch as his thick cock enters her. Megan’s puffy labia flowers around his shaft as he enters her. I lick my lips as I watch her pussy suck him into her depths. She moans as her cunt stretches to accept him. When he has buried his dick inside her, she lays her head between my splayed thighs. If I could move, I’m sure I would be humping her trying to gain friction, but that is impossible with how I’m restrained. I’m resigned to watch as his pace increases and her moist pussy is thoroughly pounded. I only hope that he wants to take me before the night is through.

Marcus finds a steady rhythm as I watch his cock go in and out of her stretches lips. Each time he pulls out, leaving only the thick bulbous head inside, her labia is pulled severely trying to clinch around his cock. I feel her hot breath on my pussy as she moans loudly into my cunt. The vibrations of her pleasure are all I get but it only teases me and brings me to a frustratingly high level of arousal. I can’t take it anymore and start begging for something, anything. Finally, without a word, Marcus pulls his cock out. Megan groans with the emptiness she’s left with but Marcus offers his cock to my waiting mouth. It slick from all of Megan’s juices and I happily clean them from his throbbing cock. I moan around his shaft, glad to be filled by it again.

He doesn’t stay long and he returns to Megan’s quivering pussy. His strokes are more deliberate now. His massive balls are hitting her engorged clit that’s come out from under it’s protective hood. I stretch my tongue out. I’m barely able to catch his pendulous sack as it moves across my face. I want to do anything that will add to my Master’s pleasure. Again, he pulls out and I’m rewarded with his cum soaked cock. This routine goes on for several minutes, going from Megan’s pussy to my mouth. I’m in heaven and hell both. My pleasure just keeps me at the edge but never close enough to fall over. When his cock goes into Megan for the last time, it doesn’t take long before she is in the full throes of a resounding orgasm. I watch as her pussy milks his glistening shaft. Her juices drip onto my face and I try to catch as much of it as I can. When he pulls out for the last time, she drops down on my face and lets me clean her well fucked cunt.

While I am focused on this task, I feel the warm nudge of Marcus’s cock at my sopping entrance. My body freezes momentarily, trying to focus on the feeling. At first I don’t think I will able to take it but my overly wet hole, coupled with Megan’s copious juices, I take him easily. Once he is in good, he pauses letting me adjust to his girth. His hands take hold of the strap securing my inner thighs and he thrusts fully inside me. It literally takes my breath away. I moan loudly into Megan pussy that is still slowly grinding on my face. OH MY GOD I’M IN LOVE WITH THIS COCK. Megan slips off and moves so that she can lift my head and let me look at Marcus’s cock go in and out of my lewdly stretched pussy.

I’ve never dreamed of being stretched like this before. The feeling of being so full of cock is more than I can bare. I start begging to cum right away. I look pleadingly into his eyes. He gives me an evil grin. I’m sure that he has gotten this from every girl that he has ever fucked, a complete sense of ownership. I’m a slave to his cock. I would do anything for it, to have it, again and again.

He nods his head to my continued pleading and I finally let loose with the most intense orgasm of my life. The feeling of having an orgasm while being totally restrained is something that cannot be explained in words, but I will tell you that my body writhed for almost a half an hour while he continued to fuck me. I lost count of how many times I spasmed around his massive shaft. When I was finally able to catch my breath and come back to the real world, I looked down at his cock still slowly going in and out of my well fucked cunt. His dick was slathered with my juices. His thick black cock was coated with my foamy white cum, from the bulbous head to the thick root of his shaft. When he pulled out and started stroking it, I stuck my tongue out hoping some would land in my mouth. The thick jets of cum shot out of the slit in pulse after sticky pulse of his orgasm. When he was finally done my body was covered from head to toe with the largest amount of cum I’d ever seen from one person. My tongue stretched wildly, getting to some of his sticky seed. I held it in my mouth, letting the taste melt in my mouth before swallowing the remnants.

My pussy clinched as I came for the last time just from witnessing this spectacle and the feeling of being covered in his essence. They both went over and started to clean themselves up, leaving me laying there restrained and helpless, coated in a thick film of cum mixed with sweat. They eventually released me and helped me over to a chair. I couldn’t walk without help. We talked about a lot of things but my mind was in such a state I couldn’t remember anything we talked about.

After a long recovery time, they walked me back to the bar area. Both Marcus and Megan had put their clothes back on but I was led naked back through the crowd in all my glory. My red marks from the flogging, my erect nipples atop my swaying breasts, and my well fucked cunt were on beautiful display for everyone to see, and I didn’t care. I was proud of the state my body was in. My only problem was that my labia and clit were so sore and swollen that the simple act of walking had me shuddering in two orgasms by the time we found our seats. Luckily, I had been given permission to cum at my leisure. They both giggled evilly as I struggled on my way back to the bar.

When we had settled into talking again. Each of them had a cocktail, I was nursing a bottle of cold water, Marcus talked about what he expected from me in the coming weeks, as part of my training. I wondered how I would ever face Bubba again after serving Marcus. He made that easier by his instructions to me.

“Naomi, when your husband comes home next time, I want you to service his needs like they were my own. You’re not allowed to use your cunt, only your ass and mouth. You can tell him you’re having your menstrual cycle; I don’t care how you do it but that is the rule. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir. My cunt is yours. Service my husband with my ass or mouth as if it were you.”

He smiled. “I expect to be kept informed on how this goes. I’d also like to arrange a ‘get together’ to meet him.”

“But Sir, I don’t know how he will react to this.” I plead.

“I’m not going to tell him anything at this point. I just want to know him. We will take this slow. I’d like the four of us to become friends. Do you understand me Naomi?”

“Yes Sir, Of course Sir. I will do as you instruct.” The thoughts of having us all together does stir a little shudder that passes straight to my core. Megan drove me home and spent the night with me to make sure I was OK. She mentioned something about me being in ‘subspace’ and not being able to take care of myself. I was asleep in the car before we left the parking lot.