Ripe for the Picking

As she came to her senses again, pussylips was still riding high on the endorphins her body had released and she wanted to go even higher. She was surprised that her Master had not yet ejaculated so she concentrated on giving him pleasure, using her vaginal muscles to massage his cock as he continued to plow her furrow, but he was waning. Obviously because of having cum twice earlier this evening, he was tiring, so pussylips threw herself into bringing him to climax. The problem was, her efforts to please her Master were fanning the flames of her excitement as well. She held back as long as she could but succumbed to the pleasure once again as her body was wracked with spasms of ecstasy. Fortunately, this triggered her Master's orgasm as well and he held himself against her hips as he shot his third load of the evening into her shuddering body.

They collapsed onto the bed and within moments pussylips was passed out again, the violent orgasms taking their toll. Brett too succumbed to sleep but woke after a half an hour, cold and his wet dick had dried cum on it as it had shrunken and slipped from pussylips velvety folds. He left the bed and cleaned himself, then came and cleaned her up as well. She moaned but pussylips never came to and Brett covered her over and went to make them a late dinner, his slave had enticed him into fucking her three times and he had orgasmed each time. He didn't know how many she had, but he knew it was several, she was obviously multi orgasmic. He prepared a nice dinner of ham, fresh green beans and potatoes, smothered in butter.

"Wake up slave, you need to eat," Brett said after he kissed pussylips awake.

"Oh Master, what a way to be woken up," pussylips responded. "Mmm, something smells delicious."

"Yes, I made us some dinner," he said, unlocking her collar from the chain and attaching a leash, leading her into the other room where there was a small table and one chair. Brett sat in the chair while pussylips looked around for another chair and he chuckled.

"Kneel, slave," Brett said, pointing to a spot next to the chair to indicate where his slave should kneel. Just then her stomach growled loudly and he laughed as she knelt where she had been ordered, hoping he would feed her. 'Oh, wait, didn't he say he made dinner for us? Of course he did, stop thinking and just obey, stupid slave,' pussylips thought to herself. Brett ate a couple bites of dinner and then looked at pussylips.

"Master, will you feed me please?"

"Good girl," Brett smiled down at her and he fed her a forkful of delicious ham. Dinner continued with Brett taking a bite or two for himself and then feeding pussylips a bite or two as well. When he fed her the potatoes, she noticed them dripping with butter and though they tasted wonderful, she wondered if she should be eating all of this fattening food.

"Master, if I keep eating food like this, I'm going to get fat."

"You let me worry about that, slave, it is not your concern any longer. You'll eat what I give you and like it. I don't like skinny slaves, so if you refuse to eat, I have ways of making sure it gets into your stomach. I'm sure you won't like it."

"Yes Master," pussylips said and ate the next forkful of potatoes dutifully and thought about what her Master had said. "Am I too skinny, Master?"

"No, you are just perfect, but I wouldn't mind if you gained a few pounds. I like my slaves healthy and soft, not skinny and hard. I don't like fat but I won't let you lose any weight, you only weigh one hundred and nine pounds, is that normal for you?"

"No Master, I try to keep my weight at about one hundred ten pounds, but I'm usually about one fifteen. I don't know why I'm lighter than one ten -- wait, how did you know I'm only one hundred and nine pounds?"

"Because I weighed you after I stripped off your clothes. Isn't that how you weighed yourself?"

"Um, well, I usually had my underwear or nightshirt on, Master."

"Did you have a particularly stressful week?"

"Yes Master, my boss, the CEO was trying to land a big client that would increase the company's profits by at least fifty percent. It was very stressful, but he succeeded."

"And you were a big part of that process?"

"Yes Master."

"That would explain it, and you probably weighed yourself on Thursday night in your underwear and thought you were doing great because you were down to one ten."

"Yes Master."

"Well, you're going to gain back those five pounds and maybe even five more. Women should be soft and feminine, not hard and muscular, nor skin and bones. Women should have curves, not be a stick figure."

"Yes Master."

"Don't think I don't like how you look right now, I do, but I will like you even more with another few pounds on you. It will make you even more attractive in my eyes."

"Oh god, Master, if I get any hotter in your eyes, when will we sleep?" pussylips joked.

"We'll find time, in between all the fucking, sucking, binding and whipping."

"Yes Master."

"Had enough slave, or do you want more?" Brett asked after she chewed her last bite.

"Whatever you wish, Master, I feel comfortably full, but if you wish for me to eat more, then I will obey you."

"Good girl."

"Aaahh, oohhh," pussylips moaned, her Master's praise causing her pussy to convulse.

"Are you alright slave?"

"Yes Master, I love it when you call me your 'good girl,' it goes straight to my core and excites me more than I would have ever believed it could."

"You are progressing at warp speed, look at this, I'm hard again, I don't think the supplements work this well or fast. It's you slave, see what you do to me when you behave."

"Oh Master, fire the photon torpedoes, please," pussylips moaned, joking back with him about his warp speed reference.

"Did you just hit me with a Star Trek reference, slave?"

"Yes Master, that's where I thought you were going with your 'warp speed' comment."

"Damn, my slave watched Star Trek, one of my favorite shows ever. Not only have we become compatible as Master and slave, but we share common interests in science fiction, mind blown."

"Yes Master, my father watched Star Trek and I enjoyed watching it with him. My mother always thought it was stupid."

"Are you ready for your dessert?"

"Yes Master, will I get to enjoy more of your huge penis after that?"

"That is the dessert I was referring to, slave."

"Yes please, Master, I'm sorry I should have picked up on the sexual reference, I'm sometimes a bit slow with those. I promise I will learn, Master, I know how to please a man in every way, except sexually, but I can learn that too."

"I know you can, slave," Brett said as he caressed her cheek and then pet pussylips' hair. She leaned into his hand as he touched her cheek and smiled up at him adoringly as he stroked her hair.

"Which hole would you like to use for your dessert, Master?"

"Perfect response, slave, you're such a good girl. I knew I was right about you, and you keep proving it."

"Thank you Master."

"No, thank you, slave. You could have fought and resisted your true self for a while, yet you chose to embrace the slave within very quickly. Why?"

"I was overwhelmed, Master. I have never been a fighter or resisted much, I always just went with the flow. When you elicited the responses from my body that I had never felt before, somehow it didn't feel wrong to enjoy it. I knew it was rape, I was being forced, but I had never felt so alive before. My repression was like a dam, holding back my sexual responses and my true self. Your touch broke the dam, Master, and all of these feelings came flooding down on me, that's why I was overwhelmed. I fell in love with you Master, I fell hard and fast. I could never leave you Master, if you ordered me to leave I would obey, but I would hate it and beg you to stay. If that failed I would leave and then beg you to return. It's only been two days, Master, and I am addicted, I am deeply in love with you."

"What is the duty of a slave girl?"

"Master, the duty of a slave girl is to please her Master."

"And what does she receive for pleasing her Master?"

"She receives his care and protection, and the most amazing orgasms in the world, Master!"

"Don't you also receive pain and suffering?"

"Yes Master, but I will happily endure whatever my Master wishes. It is a slave girl's goal in life, to please her Master, and she thrives on pleasing him, even if he wishes her to endure pain."

"Are you sure you only read one story and never read it again?"

"Yes Master. I don't have a photographic memory but I have an excellent memory, especially when something imprints on me like that story, or your kidnapping me. I have not forgotten a single thing you have said since you broke me when you fucked me that first time, Master. I have also not forgotten that entire story, I don't know if I could quote it, but I sure could tell you the story very well, especially the dialog and the rules."

"You can do that after only reading it once?"

"Yes Master, the excitement it brought imprinted the story in my mind. Yes, I can memorize facts by straight rote memory, but when an event like that happens, I can remember every detail and practically every word spoken."

"But at the beginning you didn't call me Master, was that on purpose?"

"No Master, I was so scared, I thought you might just fuck me and then kill me. I was so traumatized I couldn't even think straight. When I realized what you wanted I knew I could at least fake what you wanted, even if I hated it, though I now realize you would have been able to tell I was faking it by my body's responses."

"So trauma sometimes causes you to lose focus?"

"Sometimes Master, it depends. Once the initial fear of death was gone, I was able to focus on what you wanted, and then you started touching me in ways no one ever has. I suddenly became extremely focused on what you were doing and how good it felt. I can't explain it Master, but now that I know how to focus on you, I will remember my lessons well."

"You are the most incredible woman on this planet, beautiful, sexy, submissive, a true slave, and you can hyper focus on your lessons so they won't need to be repeated."

"I can't promise that I will always be focused, Master, sometimes I will lose it and a lesson may need to be repeated, but right now, I'm so hyper-focused on everything because it's so amazing and new."

"That makes sense, and it explains why you've turned into a perfect slave, truly overnight."

"Yes Master, my dreams that first night were of you and the sex we had, the lessons you taught me, and of course, those incredible orgasms. I dreamed you let me go but I returned and begged you to let me stay. I knew it was my heart telling me this is what I had been missing, what I needed."

"I have truly hit the jackpot! You are the most amazing slave, I'm still awestruck, I didn't really know how beautiful you truly were, I love you my gorgeous slave! Maybe I should change your name to something less crass and demeaning."

"I don't think you should, Master, please don't go soft on me now."

"So you want me to be rough?"

"I want you to continue to be my Master, not my pushover boyfriend or doting husband, I want you to remain my strong, commanding Master. Remember when I didn't open my legs when you ordered me that first time on the toilet?"

"Yes."

"When you whipped my tits with the flogger, I convulsed in my pussy. I couldn't pee right away because I was busy processing those erotic feelings. I never knew it could be like that."

"Well, I am somewhat of a sadistic bastard, and I do get off on control and some corporal punishment."

"Yes, I've noticed Master, as do I."

"So you're saying, don't screw this up by getting all romantic, just keep being myself and you will be fine."

"More than fine, Master, it's what made me fall in love with you. A slave can love her Master and still be his slave. I don't know if a Master can love his slave and still treat her like a slave, I guess we will find out."

"Incredible, we have been talking for a while and the time is slipping away. I'm actually getting sleepy," Brett said with a yawn.

"Yes Master, I've never talked so much to anyone in my life, you've unlocked every part of me, I am yours forever," pussylips said and Brett knelt down and kissed her, she didn't even break position, but moaned with pleasure in response. Brett clipped a leash on her collar and led her into the dungeon. Her eyes lit up when they entered, pussylips was hoping he would bring her to orgasm again before bed, she was abuzz with excitement. He led her to a short strange looking device and pussylips wondered how it worked.

"Kneel here," Brett ordered pointing to the spot next to the device where he wanted her to be. She dutifully knelt in proper position and waited, staring at the post in front of her. Dangling from the top was a leather strap which was open and hung down the side of the pole. Tied with a cord was a metal clamp device of some sort, and near the bottom of the metal post, welded into the construction, was a pair of steel cuffs. It didn't seem all that intimidating, but how would he be able to fuck her in this position? Obviously it was meant to keep her on her knees and her -- oh god, he wasn't going to fuck her lower holes, he was going to use her mouth. Right on cue, Brett returned with a ring gag and pussylips dutifully opened and allowed him to strap it into her mouth and buckle it tight at the back of her neck forcing her mouth wide open. Next he attached a thick dildo onto the base of the post at just the right height.

"Mount the phallus, slave," he ordered and though she could make noise, pussylips' speech was unintelligible. She did as ordered, needing no lube as her pussy was in a seemingly constant state of arousal, and the dildo slid in easily. This held her lower body against the pole and her legs spread wide around it. She felt the bump on the pole, rubbing against her clit and knew she would likely have an orgasm or two as well. Brett took her hands and locked them into the steel cuffs on the side of the pole, holding her arms vertical, pressing against the outsides of her tits, forcing them to wrap themselves around the pole.

Brett then used the leather strap attached to the top of the pole to pull pussylips' neck against the pole, her chin resting on the smooth rounded top. This tilted her head back and held her even tighter to the post, the perfect angle for fucking her throat, she thought. He untied the cord holding the long metal clamp to the post and quickly twisted her already erect nipples. She couldn't help but moan, she was finding that pain fueled her arousal and though it wasn't much, it was enough to make her erect nubs pucker even further. Brett then opened the clamp and she could see the small indents in the metal where her nipples would go. She was already helplessly held to the pole by her wrists, neck and vagina, she couldn't pull back as he fitted her nipples in the slots and twisted the clamp shut on her nipples. She moaned again at the added stimulation and bucked her hips what little she could.

"And now for your dessert," Brett grinned evilly and pussylips moaned again, her Master was back, not some sappy boyfriend, but her strong, commanding, and sadistic Master, the one she was in love with. He dropped his pants and stuffed his cock straight into her throat without any further ado. She couldn't believe that she so easily accommodated his thick cock in her throat, especially without gagging. She had no idea that she didn't have a gag reflex, who tests something like that, unless you plan to work in porn, or in this case, her Master forced it on her. That was the other thing that pussylips liked, being forced added to her burgeoning excitement as well. That's why she had broken so easily, it had been forced upon her.

Brett began to thrust into her mouth in earnest and pussylips did her best to lick and suck him as best she could with the ring gag, except it got in the way of her sucking him by closing her lips around his huge cock. The second thing she noticed was that each thrust into her mouth forced her further down onto the dildo and the rocking motion also stimulated her clit. She tried to concentrate on breathing whenever possible, but the need in her groin was growing quickly. She held back as long as she could, but between the helpless stimulation and the lack of oxygen, she exploded and growled around his cock as she came, triggering his orgasm as well. He shot his cum straight down her throat as she shuddered and convulsed in ecstasy.

Brett pulled out after he finished and pussylips gasped in the much needed oxygen her body had been denied while his huge cock was lodged in her throat. As she panted her body was still being stimulated by the movement and she moaned and shuddered as an aftershock hit her. She realized that she had already become accustomed to being used by her Master and it thrilled her to the core. As pussylips contemplated her most recent orgasm she was more than surprised she had cum so hard while her Master used her mouth. Then again, he had added the dildo, the clamps on her tits, plus the well-placed bump, the helplessness, and the degradation had all combined for a heady combination of factors that drove her wild with lust. She suddenly realized that her Master was taking pictures of her with his cell phone. She moaned once more with arousal and clenched her vaginal muscles to stave off another orgasm.

"I see you enjoyed that more than I expected," Brett grinned as he removed the ring gag.

"Yes Master, it surprised me too," pussylips admitted with a blush of arousal. "Master, may I see the pictures you took of me?"

"Yes, of course," he responded and began showing them to her on the screen.

"Oh god, Master, I never knew I could look so -- so sexual, so hot!"

"I did."

"Yes Master, thank you for seeing the real me and bringing her out, I could never go back to being boring old Dori. You have stripped away the veneer and shown me my true self, slave pussylips. I love you Master."

"So you keep saying and proving to me. Tonight you may sleep in bed with me, chained to the bed, of course."

"Thank you Master," pussylips moaned at the strain in her neck from being held in this unnatural position.

"Still aroused, slave?"

"Yes Master, but that's not why I groaned."

"It sounded like a moan."

"Perhaps Master, you have awakened the fire within me and it seemingly burns continuously, but my current issue is my neck, it hurts an awful lot, Master."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure it does," Brett said as he unbuckled the strap holding her neck to the pole. As soon as he released the strap pussylips leaned back to straighten her neck and gasped as this caused her to pull on her breasts that were wrapped around the pole and forced more stress on her clamped nipples. It also caused the dildo to press directly on her g-spot. She couldn't help herself and moaned a bit as she stretched her neck and tried to work out the kinks. Brett just grinned and watched the show. He yawned and then smiled down at her.

"I guess it's time to release you and get to bed, I was tired before, but shooting my load down your throat and seeing you cum like that is rather draining," Brett said as he released the clamp holding her nipples, causing pussylips to cry out in pain and then hump the dildo furiously. He laid a hand on her shoulder, indicating she should stop. He released her wrists and examined them, they were somewhat red and chaffed because of her violent orgasm. Next he clipped a leash to her collar and indicated by pulling up that she should stand. As she slowly stood the huge dildo slid out of her and pussylips felt bereft as her primary hole was now vacated and she could hardly wait for it to be filled again. He led her into the large room with the big bed and dropped the leash between her breasts.