You will NOT cum under any circumstances

She had been there before only once, and although it had been quite interesting and a new experience, it hadn’t been as completely sucessful as she had hoped. For one thing, it was the first time she had felt the touch and taste of another woman. For another, the other woman was also extremely sub, and this had led to a bit of awkward fumbling as they tried to decide who would wind up doing what to whom, since both had so longed to be the “object” of the others actions. Nevertheless, it had been quite pleasant, quite enlightening and very satisfyingly gentle in its own way.

That had been a week or so past, and when she had gotten the call in the middle of the following Wednesday, and it was him, she was somewhat startled. He was supposed to be out of town, travelling on business. But the instant she heard his voice, she felt the flush of warm blood moving into her neck and face and the gentle quivering in her sex.

“I understand” he said quietly, without preamble or greeting “that you and Pat had a good time a few evenings ago.” “Yes” she said, quickly recovering her composure “it was very interesting.” “I’m so glad you enjoyed it” he answered smoothly. “I was so hoping you two would get along in that way. It will make this week-end so much easier for you both.” She was startled momentarily. “This week-end? What about it.” “Well” he said, calmly, his voice slowly flooding with that tone she well knew and found herself automatically responding to… “I have some rather… extensive plans for you both. You should plan, I think, on being here at, shall we say, 8PM on Friday, and don’t even consider leaving until after 6PM on Sunday.” A wave of tingles rolled through her as her mind flooded with random and deliciously wicked thoughts. “And while you are here, I should be prepared for…. well, just about anything.” He chuckled quietly and she felt herself catching her breath. “Of course, you will have complete instructions in your e-mail tonight when you get home. Now, I want you to slide your hand into your panties and make yourself cum for me…. right now.” She hesitated for the briefest moment, then moved her hand, sliding up her thigh, hidden by the desk, slipping it beneath the skirt that rolled up under its press and slipped a fingertip under the legband of her panties, quickly finding her already moist clit. “And I want you to bear some things in mind while you do it. Things will happen this week-end that will be beyond anything you have previously experienced. You will be fucked, eaten, plugged, flogged, suspended, clamped and stimulated beyond anything you could possibly imagine. This week-end is going to completely change your life, my dear. Count on it.” She came with a deep shudder and a loud moan. He had already hung up when her secretary appeared in the doorway, her face a mask on concern. “Are you all right?” she asked. “I….” she paused, then smiled, a bit nervously “I’ll let you know on Monday.”

That evening her hands were literally trembling as she signed onto the service and found his e-mail. She debated for a moment reading it right there, but decided instead to “flash” it down and sign off, so she could concentrate on it in complete privacy..

The instant the modem disconnected, she opened the letter and read its contents….

“Beginning tonight you will obey all the following rules:

1. You will wear your plug every night from the time you get home until you go to bed. 2. You will wear a crotch rope all day Thursday and Friday. 3. You will insert your Ben Wa’s immediately upon reciept of this letter and keep them inside you, removing them only to wash them once a day. 4. You will NOT cum under any circumstances. 5. You will not shave your pussy. 6. You will not wear any panties from now until the week-end.

As for what you can expect this week-end, it will be as I mentioned today on the phone… more intense than you have ever experienced or can possibly dream of. The following conditions will be in effect for the entire week-end.

1. You will be a SLAVE, not just a sub. Therefore, you will call me “Master” and will OBEY, without question, anything you are directed to do. 2. You will have multiple partners, and you are to consider yourself theirs to do with as they wish. 3. There will be “documentary evidence” of the events of this week-end, but it will be kept strictly confidential.

If you do not agree to all of these conditions, e-mail me back tonight declining to accept the invitation. No further repercussions will result in your decision not to participate and it will not effect chances for future play in the least. This is being arranged for your pleasure. You may refuse it if you so desire.”

For one brief instant she considered declining… before her hand slipped down toward her sex again and she began to stroke her clit…. then suddenly she realized what she was doing, withdrew her hand, reluctantly, and rose, turning toward the dresser where she kept her plug…

That Friday, at precisely 8PM, she stood on the doorstep and rang the bell. It had been a very difficult two days. Her ass was throbbing from the plug, not in any uncomfortable way, but simply because of the constant brushing of it against her tender interior nerve-endings… And she could feel the Ben Wa’s inside her sex brushing against the walls every time she moved, augmenting the tormenting stroking of the thin crotch rope on either side of her clit. Several times today alone she had had to stop dead still in mid-stride and focus her mind with a great effort of will to prevent cumming on the spot. People at the office thought she was “coming down with something” and encouraged her to go home and relax. Little did they suspect…. She was still wearing the clothes she had on at work, though underneath she was wearing her new corset, garter and stockings… and, of course, no panties… She felt amazingly sexy and the blood coursed through her cheeks and made her tingle all over.

The door opened and there he stood, dressed only in a shirt and his black bikini briefs. She was about to greet him but before she could, he simply stepped back and opened the way for her. “Come in, slave” he said.

Trembling, she stepped inside and the door closed behind her.

Her first sight of the room stunned her and almost caused her knees to buckle. There was Pat, already naked, bound spread on the floor in front of the sofa, her legs held wide apart with a spreader bar, her arms tied together at the wrists and a long rope lashing them to the leg of the sofa. Her nipples were clamped and the chain that connected them was stretched by a thin cord whose other end was tied off to the coffee table nearby, stretching her breasts up. She was clearly plugged anally and a startlingly large vibrator extended from her sex. She could hear it humming all the way across the room. In addition, Pat was completely blindfolded and her mouth was filled with a large ball-gag. But most startling of all was the other man, standing above her, one hand holding a camera to his eye pointing it down at her, the sound of it’s shutter and autowinder occasionally snapping through the air… his other hand holding a lit candle, which dripped small splashes of wax onto Pat’s unprotected stomach, causing her to squeal and twitch with each contact of the hot liquid against her vulnerable skin. She could see the large, glistening stain of Pats excitement slowly spreading on the carpet between her trapped legs… For an instant she wondered how long Pat had been in that particular position and if that stain contained any residue of her having been allowed to cum.

“Get undressed” she heard him say, in front of her, and turned to look at him. His eyes were blazing and firey. She shuddered with excitement and reached with trembling hands for the buttons on her dress. As the garment fell away from her, revealing her breasts peering over the tip of the corset and the intimate “arrangement” of her torments beneath, she saw him turn breifly to scoop up a chained pair of nipple clamps and without any preamble, slipped them onto her already erect buds of flesh, sending waves of sensations shooting though her. “Oh God…” she groaned, fighting the urge to release and cum on the spot. She closed her eyes and both savored and struggled against the overwhelming new sensation. “Oh MASTER” he corrected quietly, moving around behind her. “Yes…. my Master” she whispered… and at that moment she could palpably feel herself surrendering to whatever was to occur over the next 48 hours. Behind her she felt her arms drawn back, her wrists crossed and the steady, firm encircling of them by the rope, lashing them together. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders, pressing her down. Carefully, she lowered herself to her knees. He came around to stand in front of her, gazing down at her for a long moment, before he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down, allowing his rigid cock to spring forth, no more than an inch from her face. “Service me, slave” he said quietly “while I tell you what’s going to happen to you.”

She leaned forward, her mouth sliding open and surrounding the head of his cock, but before she could take charge of the gentle teasing that was her favorite way of demonstrating her abilities, she felt his hands taking either side of her head and his cock being driven into her mouth, deep…. and she realized, she was not to perform nor show her skill, but merely to be there for him to fuck… her mouth now his to use for his relief… And as he slowly established a rhythm, his hands holding her head firmly, his cock sliding deeply into her mouth, over her tongue, she could hear him speaking with a distant, dreamy voice above her… “Tonight, you belong to me and my friend… but tomorrow, we are having a party… and you and Pat are the entertainment. You will be tied, of course, and available for anything any of my guests want to do with you. I’m sure you will be fucked… and one of my Domme guests is very fond of fisting new slaves, so Im’ sure that will happen as well… “Tomorrow to prepare you for the party, you will remain naked and bound, all day, as will Pat. Sunday you can expect to experience being mummified with all your openings filled with some very special toys… “But for tonight, you belong to my friend and myself… as does Pat. And since this is a very special occasion, we will bind you and fuck you. First with toys… then with our cocks. And you will know what it is like to have a cock deep inside your virgin ass… and we will take you, both at once… filling you completely… you’ll be bound the whole time, of course.. And then Pat will service you… and you her… “But for the moment, I need to know you agree to all this… and you can tell me that in one way, slave…. and do you know what that way is? Do you?” His voice was becoming tense and his rhythm into and out of her mouth was increasing. Her mind was swirling with random images and thoughts and she was vaguely aware of the now rapid clicking and whirring of the camera. “I hope all the pictures of this week-end come out. I’m sure Robert will love seeing them.” And at that moment he stiffened and she felt the hot fluid splash against her tongue and throat, and her body responded with a shudder and an eruption of cumming that had her screaming against his cock, still planted deep in her mouth.