Ripe for the Picking

"Having fun, slave?" Brett asked with a grin and pussylips could only nod. "You may cum as much as you are able slave, you don't need to ask permission during this session," he advised and she tried to smile gratefully around her gag, she was mesmerized by the sexy woman in the mirror, was it really her? Obviously it was, she never knew she could look so wantonly and openly salacious. 'Oh god, if I had a penis, I'd fuck me,' pussylips thought as her body shuddered and her hips bucked in time with the vibrations within her loins. It wasn't long until she came with a mind blowing orgasm that left her hanging by the leather harness her Master had wrapped around her upper body. 'Oh yes, this is amazing!' she exulted after she came down from her orgasm and righted herself.

"I have some work to take care of, but I'll be watching you on the monitor. Have fun," Brett said as he playfully slapped her ass and walked away, making pussylips wish he would stay and whip her to an orgasm.

Time lost all meaning for pussylips as the dildo and butt plug kept her on edge and then forced her into one mind numbing orgasm after another. She floated on a sea of orgasms, unable to keep track of their number, sometimes feeling like she was drowning as wave after wave crashed over her. The flashes of light, the fireworks, the uncontrollable spasms and untold ecstasy as her body experienced the perfection of a computer program that knew exactly what she needed at the precise moment, and stimulated her to peak after peak. She was constantly hanging from the harness, her legs completely given out due to her exhaustion, yet the dildo and butt plug continued on, playing her body like an instrument, bringing out the most beautiful music she had ever experienced. Several times she was sure she would pass out, but somehow remained semi-conscious, able to enjoy the experience to its fullest.

Brett returned only an hour later, but to pussylips it seemed like several hours. Her body was a limp rag, a spineless jellyfish. He turned off the intruders and carefully, gently removed the ball gag.

"Oooohhhh -- oh, Master, that, was, amazing!" pussylips moaned after the gag's removal, still hanging from the harness. Brett brought a bottle of water to her lips and she drank greedily. He allowed her to take her time and she finished the bottle, her fluids needed replacement, as streams of her cum ran down the sides of the leather boots below her pussy. "H -- How long?" she asked.

"Only an hour, I doubt you could have survived much more," Brett chuckled in answer.

"It seemed much longer, I -- I can't believe I didn't pass out."

"The program is designed to give you maximum enjoyment. It senses when you are about to pass out and backs off until you can recover enough to continue."

"Thank you Master."

"You're welcome, slave. Now let's get you out of this."

"Please Master, can we leave it for a while until I recover, it feels so good, like you're hugging me all over."

"Alright slave, but I need to remove the nipple clips."

"Aaaahhhh, oooohhhh, those sure hurt when they come off, but they do amazing things to my throbbing clitoris, Master -- And they just look so hot, ungghhh."

"Did you just cum again?"

"No Master, just a little after shock with the added stimulation to my nipples, mmm."

"Good girl, let's get you to the bed so you can lie down," Brett smiled, his beautiful slave all dolled up in fetish gear and loving it so much she wanted to keep wearing it for a while longer. He added a leash to her collar and started for the bedroom with the queen sized bed, but pussylips started for the room with the cell, before correcting course and stumbling slowly along with spreader bar. It was difficult enough to keep her balance in the crazy high heels, but with the spreader bar it was quite the daunting task.

"Master, can't we remove this bar between my legs so I can walk?"

"No, you'll manage."

"But Master," pussylips protested but stopped when Brett walked back toward her and forced the ball gag back into her mouth, the straps had been loosened to allow the ball's removal, the harness still firmly strapped around her head. He tightened the straps, making sure the ball could not be expelled and turned on his heel, tugging again at the leash. She had no choice, pussylips must follow her Master as best she could. Twice she had to pause and catch her balance but finally made it to the bed. Her Master was less than kind when he pushed her onto it, she fell backwards onto her bound arms, the softness of the bed taking the brunt of the fall as pussylips squealed around the gag. He now removed the spreader bar but locked her ankles together and then a leather strap above her knees. She was no longer a biped, now a monoped as her arms and legs were welded together as one. She rolled onto her side and he caressed, first her cheek and then one of her breasts.

"Rest my beautiful slave," he said soflty and walked out of the room. She was exhausted from the earlier ordeal and pussylips didn't know if she could sleep with the toys still buried inside her, but fatigue won out and she succumbed to sleep, her dreams were filled with her Master and how he would continue to open this new world to her. During her sleep Brett removed all of her bindings, locked her collar to the chain attached to the bed, and covered her over. She awoke to him caressing her cheek and she smiled up at him and grabbed his hand when she realized she was no longer bound.

"Mmm, Master, no one's ever touched me the way you do. I love you Master."

"How do you feel, slave?"

"I feel fine Master, maybe my bottom's a little sore and my body's a little stiff, but I feel incredible, Master! How long was I out this time?"

"Only two hours."

"Ooo, Master, is that for me," pussylips asked, noticing his erection and nodding toward it.

"Yes slave."

"Please fuck me Master."

"Are you sure you're ready for more?"

"Yes Master, the furnace inside me burns even hotter than ever. Oh god, you've turned me into a horny slut -- a horny slave slut."

"I assisted, but she was there inside you all along, you just repressed her."

"Yes Master, oh, may I hug you Master, I love you so much. I feel happier than ever, the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders. I no longer have to worry about how I'm going to make my car payments, or the rent, or when to pay the bills, I have a Master who will take care of me always. The only thing he asks in return is that I please him, which is so easy, just be my true slutty slave self. Ungghhh."

"Did you just cum without permission?"

"Almost Master, but I held it back, I didn't have permission."

"Good girl, you may hug me," Brett acquiesced and pussylips launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"May I kiss you Master?"

"Yes, of course," Brett chuckled and pussylips began kissing his neck, his muscular chest, his broad shoulders, and finally kissing him on the mouth. She took his beard in her hands and ran her fingers through it, enjoying the feel of it.

"Oh Master, I love your beard, it makes you look so much more authoritative, and though it tickles when I kiss you, it feels so good between my fingers."

"I'm glad you like it because it's staying. After I graduated from college and started my own business, I would get so busy, and no one was around to see me, so I didn't shave for days or weeks at a time. It was after a really busy month that I noticed the beard looked pretty nice, so I trimmed it up and left it."

"You look very handsome, Master."

"Thank you."

"Master, will you be able to take care of me for the rest of my life?"

"Of course, weren't you paying attention right before I kidnapped you?"

"Um, I guess not Master, I was kind of lost in my own little world, surprised that you wanted me. I was fantasizing about you and didn't really hear what you were saying."

"I told you I sold my computer company for over half a billion dollars, but I own the patent to a new technology that's going to revolutionize the computer industry. I get royalties off of every one they sell, which will be in the hundreds of millions or even billions. I am currently retired, though I could go back to work as a consultant, they were willing to pay me a pretty large sum each year just to have me on staff and available to assist in the implementation."

"Oh my god, you're very rich and you picked me, Master! Why?"

"I've already told you why, pussylips. I am extremely attracted to submissive women and you are the most submissive female I have ever met. You are more beautiful to me than any woman I have ever seen, including on TV or movies, and in porn. You have no idea how much I lusted after you, I wanted you way back in college, but I felt I needed to be financially stable first. I worked so hard the last few years, and the thought of having you as my slave, gave me that drive. This was my goal, to kidnap you and transform you into the perfect slave. I had no idea you would come around so quickly, but you still lack training, there is still much for you to learn and experience."

"Please Master, please stop talking and fuck me, unngghhh!"

"Is it that bad?"

"Yes Master, you keep talking about how much you want and desire me and it is making me so hot for you. I'm almost to cum, please Master, take pity on your slave and fuck her."

"On your hands and knees, slave," Brett ordered as he pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his pants, kicking off his boxers as pussylips obeyed as quickly as she could, waving her pert ass at him. She bucked her hips and spread her knees wider to allow him access to her dripping cunt. Brett couldn't resist any longer and slammed his huge cock into her waiting pussy bottoming out on the first thrust, her slit was so wet that he slid in more easily that he could have ever expected and pussylips screamed out in ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her. Just his talking about how much he wanted and lusted after her, the planning and kidnap, it excited her beyond words, she was on the verge of explosion by the time he actually entered her. Free to let go she spasmed and gushed all over his thick tool as he plunged in. Brett was planning to hold back and give her several orgasms before he shot his cum into her, but her wildly spasming pussy caused him to lose control and he roared with pleasure as he dumped his load into her willing tunnel, forcing another orgasm from pussylips.

They collapsed onto the bed after they climaxed, Brett's huge dick still deep in pussylips velvety folds. He realized his weight was crushing her and making it difficult for her to breathe so he rolled onto his side while holding onto her hips, keeping them joined together. He wrapped his arms around her and gently played with her lovely globes, occasionally tugging at her pert nipples. Soon she was moaning and pushing her backside against him to increase the stimulation. Brett surprised even himself that he hadn't gone nearly as soft as normal and his semi-hard erection began to grow and return. Oh the little minx, she was learning what she did to him and soon they were thrusting with greater force and bringing themselves back to the peak. Brett had trouble because he had just cum but pussylips was under no such constraint and she came again, crying out and moaning, calling out, "Oh yes Master, fuck your slave, make her cum over and over again! I love you Master!"

Brett had still not cum a second time and decided that he needed to up the ante if he was going to ejaculate again so soon. He grabbed her hips after pussylips came down from her second orgasm and rolled on top of her. Then he pushed her knees apart and pulled her hips up as he knelt behind her. She was now face down on the bed, her arms under her head and her nipples rubbing on the comforter. Brett pulled out and she moaned with disappointment, until he rubbed her anus with his dripping cock, covered in her copious amounts of pussy juice and some of his own cum. He pressed against her star and she relaxed, letting his cock head into her anal opening, moaning in equal parts of pain and pleasure. She focused on relaxing as he used his finger to gather more of their excretions as lube and forced himself into her slowly.

When he bottomed out, fully inserted into her asshole, pussylips gave out a little squeal of pain and he held himself inside of her for a moment to allow her to adjust. He knew he was larger than most men and it surprised him that she had adapted so easily to him stuffing his cock up her bowels. He withdrew partially and rammed back in as she moaned, the pleasure starting to mix with the pain. Slowly but surely he picked up speed and within a few minutes pussylips was thrusting back onto Brett with surprising force and her moans sure sounded like she was enjoying this. The tightness and continued moans of his slave finally threw Brett over the precipice and he shot his second load, this time into the depths of her bowels, triggering another orgasm for pussylips who seemed completely incoherent for a while as Brett again resumed the position he had taken earlier on his side, his fading erection still buried in her anus.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, Brett again fondled her breasts or just held them. Slowly his member softened and he slipped from her back passage as a portion of his ejaculate oozed from her sphincter. She moaned but didn't complain as he held her body to him. When she had recovered enough to form coherent thoughts, pussylips was surprised that she had orgasmed from being fucked in the ass. She didn't know that women could have anal as well as vaginal orgasms.

"Oh Master, I didn't know I could cum when you fucked my ass, but I did. That's OK, right? I mean you are fucking me, you said I could cum as much as I am able when your cock is inside of me."

"Yes slave, you are a good girl."

"Thank you Master. I -- I don't know how it happened, is it normal or unusual?"

"Most women who learn to let go and enjoy can have an anal orgasm, some never do or can't. You are a wonderful slave, you learned how to let go on only your second ass fucking, I'm very pleased, slave."

"Thank you Master," pussylips said softly as she hugged his arms which held her.

"You're welcome, my pretty slave."

"Master?"

"Yes, slave, something on your mind?"

"Master, how many other women have you fucked?"

"Not as many as you might think, only seven."

"Were any of them like me, submissive slaves?"

"All of them were submissive, but only one other was submissive enough to be a slave. I was attracted to her because of how submissive she was, but she wasn't my type. She was blonde, big fake tits, thick collagen lips, blue eyes and long legs. I'm into natural symmetry, she was disproportionate, her kisses were awful and her breasts felt fake. We tried for a little while, but I just couldn't. She said she loved me, but I told her I wasn't into her physical features enough to love her, plus she had this stubborn side that came out way too often. I couldn't break her of it so I let her go."

"Did she find her true Master?"

"Yes, she texted me about a year or so later and told me she had found the perfect Master. He was rougher than I could have been and he finally conquered her stubborn streak. She admitted to me that her stubbornness was just to challenge me and see if I could be tough enough on her, she needed a heavy hand. She liked being punished, it helped her get ready to be fucked, it was like foreplay to her."

"But Master, when you whipped me I was so ready for you, am I not the same?"

"No, you are ready for me almost constantly. You weren't being punished when you begged me to fuck you just now."

"True Master, you were talking about how much you want me."

"Exactly, you are wet just thinking about me controlling and desiring you."

"Yes Master, I never thought a man would ever see me as you do."

"You hid it well, but I'm glad you did, I was the only one who saw through your façade."

"Yes Master," pussylips blushed.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"No Master, remember I said that I sometimes blush when I'm aroused? Well, get used to that because I am very aroused by you, Master."

"Just me, or the things I do to you, the slave I forced you to become?"

"All of it Master, but you truly are very handsome to me. When I woke naked and chained on the bed, one of the first things I thought was that your beard made you look even more handsome," pussylips replied and Brett chuckled.

"Your true nature was so near the surface, it was amazingly easy to draw you out, slave."

"Yes Master. Even though the free woman inside me was afraid and didn't want it, the slave, the true me, was already adjusting and thinking about how much I was going to enjoy being owned by such a handsome Master."

"You are truly amazing, my pretty pussylips, you are so beautiful inside and out."

"Thank you Master," she blushed again, this conversation was bringing back that euphoric feeling, she was oozing their combined cum out of her nether hole as more of her renewed juices sloshed their way out of her overheated canal. "Ooohhh Master, what you do to me," pussylips moaned and grasped Brett's arms tighter.

"You are ready again, I can smell you."

"Yes Master, I'm sorry if my odor offends you."

"Offends me? Not in the least my beautiful slave, it is distinct and strong, but it is the most beautiful smell a woman can give off, it tells her lover, or her Master in this case, that she is ready for him. It is intoxicating!"

"Oh Master, you're growing hard again!"

"Yes, but I want to fuck your lovely pussylips and I haven't cleaned my cock since I exited your shit hole, so let me go clean up quick and I'll be back to stuff it inside your favorite hole."

"Oh thank you Master, it is even more than a slave girl could hope for, to be fucked by her Master multiple times in one night."

"Yes slave, I took some of those supplements I have been researching, they seem to be helping, but then again, maybe it's just the sight of my lovely submissive slave all hot and ready for me again," Brett said as he walked into the large bathroom and cleaned himself quickly. When he returned he was greeted to the sight of pussylips on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass at him, not just back and forth but also in a thrusting motion, her slit positively dripping with her excretions.

"Please fuck me Master," pussylips begged and Brett pulled her to the side of the bed so her ass was at the edge and he could stand and thrust into her. She only moaned and continued her thrusting toward him. Brett slammed his hard as iron erection into her waiting channel. He couldn't believe that he bottomed out on the first thrust, all but one other woman he had been with couldn't do that, ever. The one who could took several weeks before she could accommodate him in this way, yet pussylips had taken to it like a fish to water. For a woman who had barely had any sex, she was incredible. She seemed to be able to take him all the way in and yet it felt so tight and amazing around his huge cock. And pussylips loved it the harder he pistoned into her. Soon their bodies were slamming together with a slap as his pelvic area hit her ample ass. She came with a cry and continued to thrust back onto him throughout her orgasm. Holy gods, could it get any better than this? His slave was cumming like a freight train yet still pleasured him with her thrusting and spasming pussy.

After pussylips returned to her senses from her first orgasm to find her Master still pounding her gushing sex, she realized she had thrust back onto him even during the fireworks. Oh god, she was turning into a wanton slut, no a slave slut, who couldn't seem to get enough cock. His huge member wasn't causing her any discomfort, in fact, it seemed to be the perfect size for her. How could this be, her vaginal walls had not been stretched by repetitive sex, yet they fit together like a hand in a glove? This question was lost as the haze of her arousal climbed toward the precipice again. She soon fell over the edge into seemingly endless bliss. She had never orgasmed like this when she was by herself or with any other man. This was an entirely different level, her earlier experiences were like riding a bicycle, this was like taking the space shuttle into outer space, there was no comparison.