Ch 6 The Slave Girl Next Door
Posted: Sat May 25, 2024 9:41 pm
(Avicia “Avvy” Walker’s perspective)
By the end of August Camelia and I added The Art of Discipline to our coursework at Ananke, becoming immersed in BDSM with the enthusiastic support of our husbands while publicly avoiding the Anal Arts class, much to the disappointment of our men. Especially since Aaron and Ralph, Jasmine, and Penny's husbands couldn't shut up about all the great butt sex they were getting. Unbeknownst to our husbands, Camelia and I secretly started taking the Anal Arts class in July to avoid creating an unrealistic expectation for them if we didn’t like it. It would be quite a surprise for our men if we learned to relish anal sex as much as the Busty Twins. Who knew? But at least we were keeping open minds about it.
Mistress Helena pulled a group of us together for an impromptu class on being the Mistress for a night, explaining that the best masters experience wearing a collar from time to time to better understand the psychology of the submissive. She even described to her enthusiastic and giggling students that our husbands would be much better lovers if they were on the receiving end of a thorough pegging from time to time. So, our new homework assignment involved collaring and sexually dominating our men so that they would willingly do it again. With this in mind, I planned quite a surprise for Chris on our next date night.
So, there we were, sitting in the booth at a nice restaurant waiting for our drinks when I set the tone for the evening by taking Chris's hand and pulling it under my skirt until he reached my drenched slit. Yep, no panties for this girl on date night anymore!
"Stick a finger in and hold it there," I purred into his ear.
Ever the over achiever Chris easily wiggled two home, deep into my sopping wet kitty as I grabbed his hand, holding it in place. I used my vaginal muscles to milk his fingers as I would his hard shaft later tonight introducing him to my pompoir skills for the first time. He gasped in surprise, enjoying the sensations from my vagina rippling down his fingers.
I whispered in his ear, “Momma’s learned something new. Do you like it?”
Chris just nodded spellbound as I continued his vaginal finger massage. I could tell he was imagining what that would feel like on his penis. He was a man after all and oh so predictable. After my brief demonstration, I pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth so he could taste the essence of my arousal.
Enthusiastically he sucked off my juices while I looked seductively into his eyes as our waitress arrived with our drinks. The expression on Chris’s face with his fingers in his mouth was priceless as our grinning waitress stood there while he pulled his fingers from his mouth. I leaned towards him to lay down the law as she placed our drinks on the table.
"I'm in charge, tonight you wear the collar and I’ll do that to your cock, deal?" I whispered in his ear while cupping his erection with my free hand and giving it a possessive squeeze.
Without hesitation, he replied, "Deal."
Pulling his wallet out Chris grabbed a $100 bill. Handing it to the waitress he enquired, "My wife and I are late for an engagement. Can you please move us through quickly?"
With her eyes lighting up at the $100 tip our waitress replied, “Yes Sir, I’ll make it happen.”
Sweetly I asked, “May I have another napkin please?” in a way that hinted that I had dropped mine on the ground when in fact I was sitting on it with my skirt hiked up and needed another to better conceal Chris’s hand that always seemed fixated on exploring my kitty during our meal. This wasn’t my first rodeo, after all.
I now had a few date night dresses that caressed my braless breasts leaving little to the imagination; that could easily be pulled up when sitting to give Chris access to my love box whenever he desired. The dresses were usually short enough to display the tops of my thigh-high stockings when I moved just right, making me the recipient of many an appreciative look from the men catching one of my impromptu exhibitions. Let’s just say we enjoyed a quick dinner and were home in no time sans stains on my slinky dress.
Tonight was a test of sorts for Chris. If he expected me to become his FINO slave, and truth be told I wasn’t sold on the idea yet, I needed to trust him to be a good master and take care of me. Trust is a two-way street and I expected him to submit to his Mistress tonight, have his boundaries pushed, and trust me to take care of him. Katja told me that periodically she and Jim switched roles with Jim wearing her collar in the bedroom. I had such plans for Chris tonight, although I’m sure Katja would think them mild compared to what she described doing to Jim.
Once home in our bedroom, I shrugged my shoulders and allowed my dress to fall off. I stepped out of the dress pooled around my ankles, bending over to give Chris an eyeful when I picked it up draping it over a chair. He had groaned with longing when I purposely put my moist lady bits on lewd display, adding a little wiggle for emphasis while bent over.
Picking up my new riding crop, I turned towards my husband wearing only heels and my black thigh highs; I moved over to our bed, standing before it, and ordered, “Strip, I want you naked, kneeling before me, honey.”
In a flash, Chris was wearing only his birthday suit, clothes flying everywhere as I stood there impatiently tapping the riding crop in the palm of my hand while I waited for him to get into position. His big cock sprang forward as if in greeting when he pulled down his underwear with his pants in one fell swoop in his rush to disrobe. Kneeling before me he tried to conceal his arousal by tucking his erection between his thighs causing him to hunch over. Silly boy, that looked so uncomfortable, but cute, nevertheless.
Chris’s face was flushed with a concerned look on his face. Was he blushing because he was uncomfortable showing how sexually stimulated he was at the prospect of spending the evening as my nude sex slave to do with as I pleased? Hopefully he was as this would only make what I had planned for him tonight that much more entertaining.
“Collar,” I ordered, and he moved into position. Holding the collar in my hand I giggled, “I want to hear you beg to be my slave tonight, agreeing to follow all of my orders without question.”
He blushed a little more before replying, “Mistress Avicia, may I please be your slave tonight? It would please me to serve you. I promise to follow your every order obediently without question.”
When I snapped the slave collar in place Chris visibly shuddered. My husband, and slave cock for the night, was clearly aroused if his penis leaking precum was any indication. “Time to take charge of the situation, this was going to be fun,” I thought, as I swatted him with my riding crop.
(Chris Walker’s perspective)
“Ouch!” I squealed, sounding a little like a child when my wife, I mean Mistress Avicia, whacked me on the insides of my knees.
My Mistress smirked down at me, “This is unacceptable. Get those legs apart, wide apart, no hunching over, get your back straight, hands behind your head, and proudly put your Mistress’s slave cock on display for her! Show your Mistress just how aroused you are at the prospect of serving her as her sex toy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I whined, quickly getting into position, lewdly offering up my erect cock as I felt myself blushing with embarrassment at being treated like a piece of meat, even if it was in the privacy of my own bedroom. “Why did I ever agree to be her slave boy?” I pondered, when Mistress Avicia took the opportunity to remind me of my changed status as I felt the soft leather tongue of her riding crop gently caressing my nuts. While it felt wonderful the subtle threat to whack me down there was clear if unstated.
Rubbing the soft leather tongue along the length of my shaft, Mistress Avicia purred, “Someone is happy to see his Mistress. Momma's horny tonight and has plans for how you will service me all night long.”
“Damn, that felt good. Maybe this won’t be that bad,” I thought as the leather tongue circled the head of my cock as I moaned in anticipation. I never imagined I would ever enjoy kneeling naked like a slave and having my cock massaged by a woman like this. But damn, it sure felt great!
Pulling away the riding crop, Mistress Avvy turned to the bed and yanked away a blanket, revealing a wide assortment of BDSM tools and toys including new leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a flogger, a bullwhip, two big butt plugs, one larger than the other although they both looked huge from my perspective, along with a large strap-on dildo that had anal and vaginal plugs for the wearer. “What the hell had I gotten myself into?” I wondered, feeling a sudden tinge of panic at the sight of the butt plugs and strap-on dildo, not even tracking the bullwhip.
Picking up a leather cuff my Mistress inhaled the aroma, squealing happily, “I so love the smell of fresh leather,” before dropping it back on the bed and grabbing that large bright pink strap-on dildo that had me so nervous.
Holding that monstrosity before my face she continued excitedly, “Imagine me wearing this Strapeeze fucking my slave boy’s ass hard, real hard. Giving you a reach around from time to time; pounding your tight ass while you squeal in pleasure and beg me to fuck you harder, faster, and deeper. It even vibrates at seven different speeds.”
My eyes bulged out in panic staring at the oversized bright pink dildo. Avvy didn’t think she was actually going to ride my ass with that thing while I enjoyed it. No way! Then she squatted down, taking my shaft in her hand, stroking it a few times as she lined up the strap-on next to it as I looked down in surprise. My cock was two inches longer and much thicker.
“You have been wanting to fuck my little ass with this big ol’ cock of yours since before we were married. I’ve always said no way. I know you’ve fucked slave girls in the ass for years, never considering how it felt for them. I will not be treated like that. By the look on your face the thought of me pegging you with this little dildo has you scared. Am I right?” she asked, giving my cock a hard squeeze.
“Yes Mistress,” I answered while contemplating fucking her in her delectable ass. I swear, Avvy had the most mouthwatering rear end that I had ever seen in my life, and like a fine wine it had only gotten better with age. Even after three children, her firm tight butt is her finest ASSet if you know what I mean. It had been a dream of mine ever since we met; sinking my hard shaft deep into her dookie hole, fucking her ass had always been a fantasy that had no possibility of becoming a reality until now.
“Tonight, we are going to explore anal play and your Mistress is going to take good care of her slave boy’s ass while expanding his horizons. You do trust your Mistress?” she smiled kindly.
I gulped, she had me there, “Yes Mistress.”
With a determined look on her face, Avvy looked me in the eyes, “Men on the receiving end of a regular pegging become more considerate lovers, making vaginal AND anal sex (emphasis added) more enjoyable for their partners. I want you to let me peg you to help you learn. You do want to be a better lover, don’t you honey?”
Now that was a loaded question with only one right answer, “Yes Mistress, please help this slave boy become a better lover.”
I couldn’t believe I had just asked her to peg me. Avvy stood up and threw the strap-on onto the bed while grinning down at me with a mischievous smile on her pretty face.
“Time to get to work, slave. Pull off my stockings, I want to feel kisses from the insides of my thighs down to my toes. And then we’ll go into the bathroom for our enemas,” she giggled.
“I’m getting my first enema ever; I hadn’t seen that one coming back in the restaurant when I agreed to be her slave boy.” I thought, momentarily hesitating before I complied, kissing the inside of her left thigh, and slowly rolling down her stocking as my lips covered the newly exposed skin repeating the process with the other thigh. Damn, she has great legs.
Then it was into the bathroom for his and her enemas, two each before a quick shower where I worshiped my mistress, caressing her body with my soapy hands to get her squeaky clean. My mistress insisted upon cleaning her “property” as she put it, spending extra time washing my cock and working a soapy finger or two up my ass, gently finger fucking me as I moaned, enjoying this new sensation, and surprised at how good it felt. After drying my Mistress with a fluffy towel, I found myself wearing the leather collar and cuffs secured spread eagle on my back on our bed with my flagpole proudly sticking up.
Cupping my balls my Mistress gave my cock a slow sloppy wet lick from the root up my shaft to the top where she swirled her tongue around my big mushroom head making my body tense with pleasure as I grabbed the sheets. Then she moved up my body and straddled my head.
I’d forgotten how amazing a woman can look from this angle. Looking up at my wife I took in her beauty. Avvy was incredible, from her puffy pussy lips glistening with her arousal, a short tuff of blonde hair, and a firm abdomen. Her head was thrown back, pushing her lovely breasts out, each tipped with a very firm, light pink nipple. Oh, how I wanted to reach up and pinch them as I groaned in frustration.
Avvy hunched forward, her lovely, bright blue eyes staring down at me as she lowered herself onto my waiting mouth; the intensity of her flavor overwhelming my taste buds as I pushed my tongue into her. Exploring the folds of her vagina I pushed deeper into her core as she moved her hips back and forth over my tongue. When she saw me looking up, her face broke into the most delightful smile as she rode my face while giggling, “Giddyap.” I simply held my tongue out as far as I could, allowing her to pleasure herself upon it.
In no time she was moaning happily when I ran my tongue smoothly around her clit several times before sucking the nub between my lips. Leaning forward she reached out and grabbed the headboard, her mouth wide open with pleasure as I continued my rhythmic suction while she ground her pearl into my mouth. The volume of her cries suddenly increased noticeably until all sound ceased.
Avvy’s core tensed momentarily in anticipation of her release; the proverbial calm before the storm when her body exploded above me. Her powerful thighs squeezed my head while she pushed her nubbin onto my tongue lashing as I picked up the pace for all I was worth.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” moaned my Mistress, coating my face with her fresh discharge until she could take no more and pulled away.
Avvy slid down my body until we were face to face and she kissed me passionately, taking in the flavor of her essence that coated my lips. Then she worked her way down my body, taking her time kissing and nibbling my neck, armpits, nipples, belly button and stomach, eventually ending up with my cock down her throat and her nose buried in my pubic hair. I swear, it seemed like an eternity as she hummed while impaled on my shaft that way, and damn it felt good. Spitting out my cock she gasped for breath with a twinkle in her eye. In the blink of an eye, she mounted my cock balls deep while leaning forward looking down at me with a suddenly hard look.
“Slave boy, this is where I show you my new trick that I demonstrated on your fingers in the restaurant. I’ve been practicing this for almost four months now, training for about five hours a week to develop my Pompier skills. It is also known as the Singapore Kiss or playing the flute. You will just lay there while I massage your cock with my vaginal muscles until I bring you to a climax. If you try thrusting up, I will reach back and painfully twist your balls until you learn to behave and then start over. Do you understand, my darling slave?” asked my Mistress, giving my cock a squeeze with her pussy that left me speechless moaning for more.
Grinning menacingly, Mistress Avvy pointedly asked, “Do you understand slave boy, or do I need to twist your balls to get your attention?”
I felt her right hand cupping my boys as I meekly squeaked, “Yes, Mistress.”
Smiling down at me she said, “Good slave boy. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. Oh, you must get my permission before you climax and make a mess in your Mistress’s vagina. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I groaned again as Avvy’s pussy started massaging my cock.
My shaft was fully inside her and had the delightful sensation of being squeezed along my entire length by something boneless, smooth, and strong yet lined with velvet. Avvy’s gifted vagina was doing wonderful things to my dick that I’d never felt before. I swear it felt like she was squeezing my cock starting at the base and then working up to the head and then back down again. She repeated this process again and again and it felt exquisite, almost like I was getting a soft hand job from her vajayjay.
I looked up and my wife’s beautiful face was a picture of lust-filled concentration as she bit down on her lower lip and then I felt a different sensation as she leaned back, almost as if she was massaging a part of her vagina on the top of my cock. Then she starts pinching her nipples with one hand while polishing her clit with the other. The next thing I knew she was convulsing in her climax drenching my balls in the process. It was an amazing sight to behold, and I just enjoyed the view of my pretty wife enjoying herself while getting closer to my release in the process.
When her frenzy waned, she looked down at me with a sultry look. I swear Avvy had never appeared more beautiful with her face flushed, her nipples erect little pink diamonds, a sheen of sweat covering her body as her pussy engulfed my cock and a guttural moan escaping her lips. Oh, what a sight. I was truly a lucky man.
“This is the first time I’ve done this with a real cock and it’s even better than I imagined,” cooed Avvy, as she continued her vaginal massage of my shaft. “I need more of the real thing to get better at this. Perchance do you know any volunteers that I could use to improve my skills?”
“Fuck, this can get better! How?” I thought as I formulated an answer while thinking pick me, pick me, “Your slave boy would be happy to volunteer whenever needed, Mistress”
Smiling happily Avvy teased, “That’s music for my ears. But are you sure you are up to it?”
Without hesitation, I responded, “Oh, I’m up for it, Mistress.”
My Mistress leaned forward giving me a passionate kiss that I returned with equal fervor. I swear her pussy rhythmically squeezed and pulled on my cock as I felt the sensation of warm, wet, velvet glove massaging my shaft. Somehow, Avvy picked up the pace quickly bringing things to a head for me. God that felt good. I was acting like a child who just had his first taste of ice cream or chocolate, and I loved it.
I was about to blow my wad when I suddenly remembered, “Mistress, may this slave boy cum now?”
Grinning lustfully down at me Mistress Avicia moaned, “Cum for me now, slave boy.”
Oh boy did I ever. It was exquisite. Damn, her vagina literally sucked the cum right out of my balls as I filled her pussy with my splooge. When I was done blowing my wad I just lay there, a sweaty mess trying to comprehend what had just happened to me never having felt anything like this before and then her pussy squeezed me hard to get my attention. I looked up at my grinning wife gazing lovingly down at me as she ran a hand over my forehead, running her fingers through my hair.
“Thank you for my climax, Mistress,” I somehow managed to croak, getting my wits about me.
“Good slave boy, you remembered that all your orgasms are a gift from your Mistress. From me to my obedient little slave boy,” Mistress Avvy reminded me before frowning with a concerned look on her face.
“It feels like my slave boy made a mess in his Mistress’s vagina,” she giggled, pulling off my cock and pouncing on it, inhaling the whole softening shaft in her mouth, cleaning it with a very active tongue.
Working over my cock with her mouth it seemed like Avvy was humming happily, no purring like a cat that got the cream was a more apt description. When she was done nursing the last of my fluids out of my flaccid cock, she spit it out, looking up at me grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
“Momma love’s the taste of her man’s jism,” sighed my Mistress, not sounding all that dominant now. “I can’t seem to get enough of it these days.”
I just nodded affirmatively, I mean, I had a thousand wisecracks on the tip of my tongue, but none seemed appropriate coming from a slave boy, especially one restrained as I was. Avvy had a sultry mischievous look on her face as she crawled up my body until she was straddling my head giving me a close-up view of her just fucked pussy with my, um ah, cum leaking out. Oh shit, I’ve never eaten a cream pie, the thought of eating my own cum made me a little queasy but I knew what I had to do as her slave. Grimacing, I stuck out my tongue just like earlier this evening as she lowered herself onto my face.
“It’s time for you to clean up your mess my slave boy,” tittered Avvy. “I expect great things from you and if you disappoint me, I will be forced to give your boys a vicious squeeze as motivation.”
Next thing I knew I felt Avvy’s hand cupping my balls in her firm grasp and giving them a gentle squeeze as a warning that spurred me on to outperform her expectations for me. All in all, it wasn’t that bad as her juices and flavor overwhelmed my earlier deposit although it seemed to take forever until she was satisfied, oh yeah, and another screaming orgasm as she rode my face once more, coating me with more of her fluids and some of my own. Then once again she scooted down my body until she was licking my face and passionately exploring my tonsils with her active tongue while lip-locked.
“Hmm, you taste good. I just love the combination of my pussy juice and your delicious cum,” she purred, between kisses.
Breaking our kiss, my Mistress sat up on my abdomen facing me with her legs kneeling on both sides of my body. Leaning over she picked up the bigger of the two butt plugs as I panicked a little at the thought of that thing being shoved up my ass.
Looking down at me Avvy asked, “Remember last Sunday, when we took the kids over for dinner at your parents? I had this beauty up my ass the whole time getting me all hot and bothered for you. What happened after we put the kids to bed?”
“We fucked like bunnies,” I grinned, thinking things were looking up.
In a sultry voice she ordered, “Right, now eat my ass while I put some lube on this plug, I want to feel your tongue getting me ready to put it in right before your very eyes,” and I complied, enthusiastically drilling my wife’s rosebud like there was no tomorrow.
I’m not sure how long I worshiped her ass when I felt her sphincter squeezing my tongue as she lifted, pulling away from me until I was looking up at my grinning Mistress. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes leaving me wondering what was next as she knelt with her aroused pussy and ass coated with a mixture of my saliva and her juices about eight inches above my face. Now that was a sight to behold. Then she brought the larger butt plug, well coated with a sheen of lube, up to her puckered starfish as she started working it in while massaging her pussy with her free hand.
“Watch how easily your Mistress takes the big one,” moaned my Avvy as she worked it up her ass.
What a vision, watching Avvy’s rosebud stretch around the fat plug as she effortlessly pushed it home. Then she shocked me, pulling it out slowly and then pushing it back in until she started fucking her ass with that plug literally right before my eyes mewling happily as she diddled her clit. Someday, that would be my cock I hoped as she seemed to be enjoying herself.
Suddenly she dropped her delectable pussy right onto my mouth moaning, “Eat me, slave boy.”
Boy did I ever! I could feel her fucking her ass with that plug as she picked up the intensity while she rode my face, rocking her hips from side-to-side, back, and forth as well as in a circular pattern grinding her pussy into my face as she chased her orgasm. All I could do was stick my tongue out as far as I could while trying to pleasure her to the best of my ability. Then she pushed her magic button down on my tongue while pile-driving that plug in her ass with a ferocity that surprised me. Taking the hint, I quickly latched onto her engorged ignition button giving it a tongue lashing as she growled loudly like a woman possessed announcing her growing arousal as she moved closer to the precipice of her climax. Let’s just say my Mistress had a short fuse, quickly exploding into a frenzy that drenched my already sticky face with yet another coating of her delicious juices.
When her climax subsided, she slid down my torso once again straddling my stomach and leaning over me propping herself up with her forearms on either side of my head.
Looking back, she sighed, “My poor slave boy is leaking again,” as she reached back, collecting the pre-cum oozing out of my cock on her fingers. Looking down at me she sucked my fluids off her fingers moaning happily as her nostrils flared and her eyes seemed to dilate a little.
Grinning seductively down at me she sighed, “I can’t believe how much I am addicted to the taste of your cum these days. I just can’t seem to get enough of it.”
Not sure how to respond to that, I just agreed, “Yes Mistress.”
“Ooh, there’s still some on your cock. I better clean it up,” happily squealed my Mistress, sounding more like a slave girl than a dominant Mistress as she slid down my body.
Avvy took me into her mouth and sucked hard. She used her tongue to swirl around my head, then dropped lower until I was in her throat. I felt helpless, my eyes rolled back, and I fisted the sheets when her nose reached my groin.
"Damn, that's good Av, … Mistress" I hissed, catching myself.
My Mistress worked me for another minute before popping off, chuckling, "I need something different,” as I whined in dismay.
Avvy held my rod in place as she worked her warm, wet tongue down my shaft to my balls, suckling each in her mouth before moving lower, lingering on my taint before attacking my ass with her mouth; something my sexually conservative wife had never done before. I felt her tongue force entry into my backdoor and then she proceeded to tongue fuck me like there was no tomorrow. I arched my back to give her better access, grabbing the sheets while straining against my restraints and groaning, "Fuck yeah." Suddenly finding myself in slave boy heaven while my prim and proper wife ate my ass as my throbbing cock started oozing even more precum.
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and so did this.
My Mistress reached over grabbing the other butt plug. “Here, I'll be a kind Mistress and season it for you,” as she rubbed the dildo on her wet pussy momentarily before easing it in until her cunt until it disappeared. Pulling it out she pushed it into my mouth, silently compelling me to suck off her delicious juice.
“That’s a good slave boy. Run your tongue over the plug, get a good feel for it because soon it will be lodged deep in your ass,” she lectured, before removing it glistening with my saliva.
Avvy reached over to grab some lube, then she knelt between my legs while coating the plug as I had a strong suspicion where that was going. Intellectually I understood that it was smaller than the one lodged in my wife’s petite ass but at that moment in my eyes, it simply looked huge. In no time at all I felt that anal intruder rubbing on my rosebud, teasing my butt hole as I clenched my sphincter slamming it shut in response.
Noticing the precum discharge on my cock Avvy squealed happily, “You’re leaking, can’t have you making a mess,” right before leaning down and inhaling my cock once more.
Avvy’s warm wet tongue swirled around my mushroom collecting my fluids as I once again saw stars right as she shoved that plug up my ass. Lost in my personal nirvana it took me a moment to register the brief burning sensation I felt from the plug now fully embedded in my rectum. In my current state all I could focus on was the job Avvy was doing on my engorged shaft, it was clear that all the training at Ananke was paying off.
Ever since she started attending Ananke, I had noticed her increased interest in sucking my cock. I used to have to beg her for a blow job while promising on pain of death not to blow in her mouth. Not anymore.
I’ve always enjoyed making a slave girl clean my cock with her mouth after sex; making them submit reinforced my dominance over them. There’s just something hot about watching a woman clean our combined fluids off my shaft while my jism leaks out of her well fucked pussy. Avvy rarely ever did it but now it was like second nature for her, and I loved the change in her attitude.
Releasing my cock Avvy seductively smiled down at me purring, “You have no idea how much your cock juice revs my engine!”
Holding my rod in place, Avvy turned around before moving over it and sinking down in the reverse cowgirl position, and easing down on my cock, enveloping my shaft in her warm wet pussy. The view was majestic; Avvy’s perfectly sculpted ass with her firm buttocks framing her rosebud with the end of the plug sticking out and her pussy glistening with her fluids stretched around my thick cock.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I thought. The only thing left was to imagine my dick replacing that plug inside her butt. Hey, a man can dream after all, and mine of that cinnamon ring stretching tightly around my rigid shaft looked like it could soon be coming true.
Then she rose, squeezing my cock, and took me to paradise. My Mistress rode my cock, using a technique where she squeezed my shaft on every uptick. It felt like her pussy was milking my rod with her vaginal muscles strangling my penis only to sink down again capturing my rod deep in the depths of her molten core. At this rate, I wasn’t going to last long and Avvy knew it.
Grabbing my balls she gave them a serious twist, the pain bringing me down while reminding me, “No cumming without MY permission, slave boy.”
“Yes Mistress,” I groaned in disappointment as I recalled how without a thought, I’d used many slave girls while regularly not allowing them to climax as a demonstration of my dominance. I felt anything but in control now.
Avvy rode me to a wondrous climax, creaming all over my balls as she finally settled down afterward with my shaft buried inside her as she caught her breath. It only took two testicle twists to “help” me comply with my Mistress’s command not to cum without permission.
Pulling herself off my rigid phallus she turned around and grasped my shaft, milking it causing it to leak while stating possessively, “This is mine.” Staring down at my cock, she licked her lips before giving my head a quick tongue swirl cleaning before hopping back on in the cowgirl position, then she leaned down and aggressively kissed me, invading my mouth with her tongue as I tasted the mixture of our fluids.
Breaking the kiss, Avvy grabbed me by my hair, holding my head in place looking down at me with a menacing look, and almost snarled, “Don’t you dare cum before Momma. Got that, slave boy? You’re nothing more than a living, breathing Sybian with a tongue accessory right now. And don’t you forget it.”
“Wow, she had a way with words,” I thought as she released my head, sitting up and settling on my shaft with her vaginal muscles once again massaging my cock while lightly rubbing her happy button with her right hand, her left kneading her tits and pinching her nipples as she rode her stud meat. That sounded so much better in my mind than slave boy.
In no time at all Avvy had a faraway look in her eyes as she pleasured herself on my shaft until it appeared she was on the cusp of climaxing. Then she’d stop and painfully twist my balls to remind me of my lowly status as a living, breathing Sybian while I groaned in frustration. My poor balls ached needing release.
It was almost as if she were edging the two of us, building up for the big one. She repeated this process several times, never allowing me to get close to getting off as I groaned in frustration. It was torture I tell you; an oh-so-sweet, exquisite agony. I found that being a horny piece of stud meat could be quite frustrating with the pressure that was building up in my balls. All I wanted to do was flip Avvy onto her back and pound her like the man I was until we climaxed, but restrained as I was, all I could do was lie here on my back and watch her ride my meaty cock.
Smiling knowingly, Avvy looked down at me with a sultry twinkle in her eye once again riding up and down my shaft running her tongue over her lips and moaned, “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” as she fiddled with her smartwatch and suddenly both butt plugs came to life, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure throughout my groin.
“Oh my God!” I yelped in surprise, sounding more like a young slave boy than the manly stud meat that I saw myself as, before moaning, “Damn, that feels good.”
I could feel the vibrations from the large plug in her ass massaging my cock through the thin membrane that separated her ass from her vagina. Then there were the sensations in my ass from the tremors stimulating my prostate that felt better than I ever thought possible. Overwhelmed, I felt my orgasm quickly building up in my balls; I was about to explode as Avvy started bouncing up and down on my engorged cock with a determined look on her face. Valiantly, I somehow held back my climax while looking up at my lovely wife, I mean my Mistress Avicia, who looked close to erupting into her climax.
Then it happened when my Mistress wailed, “Cum for me, … now!” as she exploded into a frenzy, her pussy convulsing all over my cock triggering my own.
Gripping the sheets with my hands, my heels digging into the mattress, I arched my back, driving my cock upwards as best I could, joining her climax with an incredibly intense orgasm of my own. Somehow, I maintained this position as I emptied my balls into her womb, filling her with my seed for the second time.
Exhausted, I collapsed on my back; my climax spent with Avvy still in the throes of her frenzy as she continued to polish her pearl. Oh, how I wanted to grab her, pinch her nipples, or seize her by the hips and grind into her but the restraints left me helpless. All I could do was watch my beautiful wife enjoy her orgasm. She was truly a sight to behold.
When Avvy was done, she collapsed on top of me, snuggling her face into my neck as my cock softened inside her even as the butt plugs continued their vibrations. I kissed her on the forehead, spurring her to action as she turned off the plugs and released me from my restraints. This allowed me to gather her up in my arms as we just lay there enjoying the moment as I reflected on the new and improved sex machine that was my wife, my Avvy when I had an epiphany.
I hadn’t had sex with a slave girl for a few weeks now, instead coming home to my wife like I should have been doing all along. My lovely bride had trained herself to outperform the pleasure sluts that had become all too common in my life.
“Ok, slave boy, fix me a hot bath with my favorite bath bomb, I need a good soaking and a glass of wine after this. First, pull this plug out of my ass along with yours. Stick them in the sink, clean them and put them on a towel to dry. You’ll need to strip the bed and put new sheets on it for tonight. Get out of your collar and cuffs, you’re joining me in the tub. Let me know when my bath is ready,” she ordered, turning on her side wiggling her gorgeous ass so I could pull out her plug.
After removing her plug, I hopped up and quickly got to work first getting my Mistress’s bath ready and procuring a nice bottle of Merlot and two glasses. Maybe being a little presumptuous, but better to be prepared. I’m not sure which was weirder, pulling the plug out of Avvy’s ass or my own, probably my own. Anyway, twenty minutes later after I completed my chores, we were luxuriating in our large jacuzzi tub with Avvy sitting between my legs leaning back and using my chest as a backstop as I held her in my arms while we enjoyed the wine.
Avvy explained that she and Camellia started Kegel training after Colten and Garrett were born for health reasons, adding these exercises to their training regimen. They soon started using training aids like Kegel balls and weights to strengthen their pelvic floor muscles. Even playing eighteen holes while holding in Kegel balls with Camellia winning the first Kegel Open as she called it. They even used a probe that allowed them to play video games like Flappy Bird, and even a couple of multi-player games which I’m sure only spurred on these two ultra-competitive women. I chuckled at the visual of Avvy playing Flappy Bird, a game our children played on our phones, using a vaginal probe as a controller.
I learned that Pompoir is an ancient sexual technique in which the woman uses her vaginal muscles to stimulate the man’s penis by strengthening the relevant muscles that allow her to identify, and isolate, individual muscles, to contract them in turn to provide different sensations to a man’s cock. Only slaves at the high-end consort and concubine schools were trained in the skill since it took about a year to master which explains why I hadn’t experienced it before.
Ananke offered it to their students and Avvy and Cam had taken to it like ducks to water, or should I say like kitties to catnip, with all their Kegel training gave them a significant leg up on the other newbies. For the most part, all they had to do was learn to control their vaginal muscles which by the way was no easy task as she described riding a Sybian type device with sensors in the vaginal probe three hours a week at Ananke over the last four months. My lovely bride now needed to practice on my big ole cock. I quickly volunteered the services of her stud meat which I explained seemed a more apt description over slave boy.
“We’ll see if you feel more like my slave boy than stud meat when I’m pegging you and you are begging for me to pound you harder and turn up the vibrations,” teased my Mistress, finding the new slave name that I came up for myself amusing.
“Mistress, let your stud meat demonstrate what he can do to please you,” I whispered in her ear as I proceeded to kiss and nibble the erogenous zones on her neck as I ran my hands over her body while ensuring she felt my hard slab rubbing against her back eliciting a moan of desire from her.
“Hmm, feels like my slave boy’s ready for round three?” announced my Mistress while standing up. “Rinse me off and dry me slave boy and then meet me in the bedroom ready to serve after you’ve cleaned up in here,” ordered my Mistress. “And get that collar back on!”
(Continued below.)
By the end of August Camelia and I added The Art of Discipline to our coursework at Ananke, becoming immersed in BDSM with the enthusiastic support of our husbands while publicly avoiding the Anal Arts class, much to the disappointment of our men. Especially since Aaron and Ralph, Jasmine, and Penny's husbands couldn't shut up about all the great butt sex they were getting. Unbeknownst to our husbands, Camelia and I secretly started taking the Anal Arts class in July to avoid creating an unrealistic expectation for them if we didn’t like it. It would be quite a surprise for our men if we learned to relish anal sex as much as the Busty Twins. Who knew? But at least we were keeping open minds about it.
Mistress Helena pulled a group of us together for an impromptu class on being the Mistress for a night, explaining that the best masters experience wearing a collar from time to time to better understand the psychology of the submissive. She even described to her enthusiastic and giggling students that our husbands would be much better lovers if they were on the receiving end of a thorough pegging from time to time. So, our new homework assignment involved collaring and sexually dominating our men so that they would willingly do it again. With this in mind, I planned quite a surprise for Chris on our next date night.
So, there we were, sitting in the booth at a nice restaurant waiting for our drinks when I set the tone for the evening by taking Chris's hand and pulling it under my skirt until he reached my drenched slit. Yep, no panties for this girl on date night anymore!
"Stick a finger in and hold it there," I purred into his ear.
Ever the over achiever Chris easily wiggled two home, deep into my sopping wet kitty as I grabbed his hand, holding it in place. I used my vaginal muscles to milk his fingers as I would his hard shaft later tonight introducing him to my pompoir skills for the first time. He gasped in surprise, enjoying the sensations from my vagina rippling down his fingers.
I whispered in his ear, “Momma’s learned something new. Do you like it?”
Chris just nodded spellbound as I continued his vaginal finger massage. I could tell he was imagining what that would feel like on his penis. He was a man after all and oh so predictable. After my brief demonstration, I pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth so he could taste the essence of my arousal.
Enthusiastically he sucked off my juices while I looked seductively into his eyes as our waitress arrived with our drinks. The expression on Chris’s face with his fingers in his mouth was priceless as our grinning waitress stood there while he pulled his fingers from his mouth. I leaned towards him to lay down the law as she placed our drinks on the table.
"I'm in charge, tonight you wear the collar and I’ll do that to your cock, deal?" I whispered in his ear while cupping his erection with my free hand and giving it a possessive squeeze.
Without hesitation, he replied, "Deal."
Pulling his wallet out Chris grabbed a $100 bill. Handing it to the waitress he enquired, "My wife and I are late for an engagement. Can you please move us through quickly?"
With her eyes lighting up at the $100 tip our waitress replied, “Yes Sir, I’ll make it happen.”
Sweetly I asked, “May I have another napkin please?” in a way that hinted that I had dropped mine on the ground when in fact I was sitting on it with my skirt hiked up and needed another to better conceal Chris’s hand that always seemed fixated on exploring my kitty during our meal. This wasn’t my first rodeo, after all.
I now had a few date night dresses that caressed my braless breasts leaving little to the imagination; that could easily be pulled up when sitting to give Chris access to my love box whenever he desired. The dresses were usually short enough to display the tops of my thigh-high stockings when I moved just right, making me the recipient of many an appreciative look from the men catching one of my impromptu exhibitions. Let’s just say we enjoyed a quick dinner and were home in no time sans stains on my slinky dress.
Tonight was a test of sorts for Chris. If he expected me to become his FINO slave, and truth be told I wasn’t sold on the idea yet, I needed to trust him to be a good master and take care of me. Trust is a two-way street and I expected him to submit to his Mistress tonight, have his boundaries pushed, and trust me to take care of him. Katja told me that periodically she and Jim switched roles with Jim wearing her collar in the bedroom. I had such plans for Chris tonight, although I’m sure Katja would think them mild compared to what she described doing to Jim.
Once home in our bedroom, I shrugged my shoulders and allowed my dress to fall off. I stepped out of the dress pooled around my ankles, bending over to give Chris an eyeful when I picked it up draping it over a chair. He had groaned with longing when I purposely put my moist lady bits on lewd display, adding a little wiggle for emphasis while bent over.
Picking up my new riding crop, I turned towards my husband wearing only heels and my black thigh highs; I moved over to our bed, standing before it, and ordered, “Strip, I want you naked, kneeling before me, honey.”
In a flash, Chris was wearing only his birthday suit, clothes flying everywhere as I stood there impatiently tapping the riding crop in the palm of my hand while I waited for him to get into position. His big cock sprang forward as if in greeting when he pulled down his underwear with his pants in one fell swoop in his rush to disrobe. Kneeling before me he tried to conceal his arousal by tucking his erection between his thighs causing him to hunch over. Silly boy, that looked so uncomfortable, but cute, nevertheless.
Chris’s face was flushed with a concerned look on his face. Was he blushing because he was uncomfortable showing how sexually stimulated he was at the prospect of spending the evening as my nude sex slave to do with as I pleased? Hopefully he was as this would only make what I had planned for him tonight that much more entertaining.
“Collar,” I ordered, and he moved into position. Holding the collar in my hand I giggled, “I want to hear you beg to be my slave tonight, agreeing to follow all of my orders without question.”
He blushed a little more before replying, “Mistress Avicia, may I please be your slave tonight? It would please me to serve you. I promise to follow your every order obediently without question.”
When I snapped the slave collar in place Chris visibly shuddered. My husband, and slave cock for the night, was clearly aroused if his penis leaking precum was any indication. “Time to take charge of the situation, this was going to be fun,” I thought, as I swatted him with my riding crop.
(Chris Walker’s perspective)
“Ouch!” I squealed, sounding a little like a child when my wife, I mean Mistress Avicia, whacked me on the insides of my knees.
My Mistress smirked down at me, “This is unacceptable. Get those legs apart, wide apart, no hunching over, get your back straight, hands behind your head, and proudly put your Mistress’s slave cock on display for her! Show your Mistress just how aroused you are at the prospect of serving her as her sex toy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I whined, quickly getting into position, lewdly offering up my erect cock as I felt myself blushing with embarrassment at being treated like a piece of meat, even if it was in the privacy of my own bedroom. “Why did I ever agree to be her slave boy?” I pondered, when Mistress Avicia took the opportunity to remind me of my changed status as I felt the soft leather tongue of her riding crop gently caressing my nuts. While it felt wonderful the subtle threat to whack me down there was clear if unstated.
Rubbing the soft leather tongue along the length of my shaft, Mistress Avicia purred, “Someone is happy to see his Mistress. Momma's horny tonight and has plans for how you will service me all night long.”
“Damn, that felt good. Maybe this won’t be that bad,” I thought as the leather tongue circled the head of my cock as I moaned in anticipation. I never imagined I would ever enjoy kneeling naked like a slave and having my cock massaged by a woman like this. But damn, it sure felt great!
Pulling away the riding crop, Mistress Avvy turned to the bed and yanked away a blanket, revealing a wide assortment of BDSM tools and toys including new leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a flogger, a bullwhip, two big butt plugs, one larger than the other although they both looked huge from my perspective, along with a large strap-on dildo that had anal and vaginal plugs for the wearer. “What the hell had I gotten myself into?” I wondered, feeling a sudden tinge of panic at the sight of the butt plugs and strap-on dildo, not even tracking the bullwhip.
Picking up a leather cuff my Mistress inhaled the aroma, squealing happily, “I so love the smell of fresh leather,” before dropping it back on the bed and grabbing that large bright pink strap-on dildo that had me so nervous.
Holding that monstrosity before my face she continued excitedly, “Imagine me wearing this Strapeeze fucking my slave boy’s ass hard, real hard. Giving you a reach around from time to time; pounding your tight ass while you squeal in pleasure and beg me to fuck you harder, faster, and deeper. It even vibrates at seven different speeds.”
My eyes bulged out in panic staring at the oversized bright pink dildo. Avvy didn’t think she was actually going to ride my ass with that thing while I enjoyed it. No way! Then she squatted down, taking my shaft in her hand, stroking it a few times as she lined up the strap-on next to it as I looked down in surprise. My cock was two inches longer and much thicker.
“You have been wanting to fuck my little ass with this big ol’ cock of yours since before we were married. I’ve always said no way. I know you’ve fucked slave girls in the ass for years, never considering how it felt for them. I will not be treated like that. By the look on your face the thought of me pegging you with this little dildo has you scared. Am I right?” she asked, giving my cock a hard squeeze.
“Yes Mistress,” I answered while contemplating fucking her in her delectable ass. I swear, Avvy had the most mouthwatering rear end that I had ever seen in my life, and like a fine wine it had only gotten better with age. Even after three children, her firm tight butt is her finest ASSet if you know what I mean. It had been a dream of mine ever since we met; sinking my hard shaft deep into her dookie hole, fucking her ass had always been a fantasy that had no possibility of becoming a reality until now.
“Tonight, we are going to explore anal play and your Mistress is going to take good care of her slave boy’s ass while expanding his horizons. You do trust your Mistress?” she smiled kindly.
I gulped, she had me there, “Yes Mistress.”
With a determined look on her face, Avvy looked me in the eyes, “Men on the receiving end of a regular pegging become more considerate lovers, making vaginal AND anal sex (emphasis added) more enjoyable for their partners. I want you to let me peg you to help you learn. You do want to be a better lover, don’t you honey?”
Now that was a loaded question with only one right answer, “Yes Mistress, please help this slave boy become a better lover.”
I couldn’t believe I had just asked her to peg me. Avvy stood up and threw the strap-on onto the bed while grinning down at me with a mischievous smile on her pretty face.
“Time to get to work, slave. Pull off my stockings, I want to feel kisses from the insides of my thighs down to my toes. And then we’ll go into the bathroom for our enemas,” she giggled.
“I’m getting my first enema ever; I hadn’t seen that one coming back in the restaurant when I agreed to be her slave boy.” I thought, momentarily hesitating before I complied, kissing the inside of her left thigh, and slowly rolling down her stocking as my lips covered the newly exposed skin repeating the process with the other thigh. Damn, she has great legs.
Then it was into the bathroom for his and her enemas, two each before a quick shower where I worshiped my mistress, caressing her body with my soapy hands to get her squeaky clean. My mistress insisted upon cleaning her “property” as she put it, spending extra time washing my cock and working a soapy finger or two up my ass, gently finger fucking me as I moaned, enjoying this new sensation, and surprised at how good it felt. After drying my Mistress with a fluffy towel, I found myself wearing the leather collar and cuffs secured spread eagle on my back on our bed with my flagpole proudly sticking up.
Cupping my balls my Mistress gave my cock a slow sloppy wet lick from the root up my shaft to the top where she swirled her tongue around my big mushroom head making my body tense with pleasure as I grabbed the sheets. Then she moved up my body and straddled my head.
I’d forgotten how amazing a woman can look from this angle. Looking up at my wife I took in her beauty. Avvy was incredible, from her puffy pussy lips glistening with her arousal, a short tuff of blonde hair, and a firm abdomen. Her head was thrown back, pushing her lovely breasts out, each tipped with a very firm, light pink nipple. Oh, how I wanted to reach up and pinch them as I groaned in frustration.
Avvy hunched forward, her lovely, bright blue eyes staring down at me as she lowered herself onto my waiting mouth; the intensity of her flavor overwhelming my taste buds as I pushed my tongue into her. Exploring the folds of her vagina I pushed deeper into her core as she moved her hips back and forth over my tongue. When she saw me looking up, her face broke into the most delightful smile as she rode my face while giggling, “Giddyap.” I simply held my tongue out as far as I could, allowing her to pleasure herself upon it.
In no time she was moaning happily when I ran my tongue smoothly around her clit several times before sucking the nub between my lips. Leaning forward she reached out and grabbed the headboard, her mouth wide open with pleasure as I continued my rhythmic suction while she ground her pearl into my mouth. The volume of her cries suddenly increased noticeably until all sound ceased.
Avvy’s core tensed momentarily in anticipation of her release; the proverbial calm before the storm when her body exploded above me. Her powerful thighs squeezed my head while she pushed her nubbin onto my tongue lashing as I picked up the pace for all I was worth.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” moaned my Mistress, coating my face with her fresh discharge until she could take no more and pulled away.
Avvy slid down my body until we were face to face and she kissed me passionately, taking in the flavor of her essence that coated my lips. Then she worked her way down my body, taking her time kissing and nibbling my neck, armpits, nipples, belly button and stomach, eventually ending up with my cock down her throat and her nose buried in my pubic hair. I swear, it seemed like an eternity as she hummed while impaled on my shaft that way, and damn it felt good. Spitting out my cock she gasped for breath with a twinkle in her eye. In the blink of an eye, she mounted my cock balls deep while leaning forward looking down at me with a suddenly hard look.
“Slave boy, this is where I show you my new trick that I demonstrated on your fingers in the restaurant. I’ve been practicing this for almost four months now, training for about five hours a week to develop my Pompier skills. It is also known as the Singapore Kiss or playing the flute. You will just lay there while I massage your cock with my vaginal muscles until I bring you to a climax. If you try thrusting up, I will reach back and painfully twist your balls until you learn to behave and then start over. Do you understand, my darling slave?” asked my Mistress, giving my cock a squeeze with her pussy that left me speechless moaning for more.
Grinning menacingly, Mistress Avvy pointedly asked, “Do you understand slave boy, or do I need to twist your balls to get your attention?”
I felt her right hand cupping my boys as I meekly squeaked, “Yes, Mistress.”
Smiling down at me she said, “Good slave boy. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. Oh, you must get my permission before you climax and make a mess in your Mistress’s vagina. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I groaned again as Avvy’s pussy started massaging my cock.
My shaft was fully inside her and had the delightful sensation of being squeezed along my entire length by something boneless, smooth, and strong yet lined with velvet. Avvy’s gifted vagina was doing wonderful things to my dick that I’d never felt before. I swear it felt like she was squeezing my cock starting at the base and then working up to the head and then back down again. She repeated this process again and again and it felt exquisite, almost like I was getting a soft hand job from her vajayjay.
I looked up and my wife’s beautiful face was a picture of lust-filled concentration as she bit down on her lower lip and then I felt a different sensation as she leaned back, almost as if she was massaging a part of her vagina on the top of my cock. Then she starts pinching her nipples with one hand while polishing her clit with the other. The next thing I knew she was convulsing in her climax drenching my balls in the process. It was an amazing sight to behold, and I just enjoyed the view of my pretty wife enjoying herself while getting closer to my release in the process.
When her frenzy waned, she looked down at me with a sultry look. I swear Avvy had never appeared more beautiful with her face flushed, her nipples erect little pink diamonds, a sheen of sweat covering her body as her pussy engulfed my cock and a guttural moan escaping her lips. Oh, what a sight. I was truly a lucky man.
“This is the first time I’ve done this with a real cock and it’s even better than I imagined,” cooed Avvy, as she continued her vaginal massage of my shaft. “I need more of the real thing to get better at this. Perchance do you know any volunteers that I could use to improve my skills?”
“Fuck, this can get better! How?” I thought as I formulated an answer while thinking pick me, pick me, “Your slave boy would be happy to volunteer whenever needed, Mistress”
Smiling happily Avvy teased, “That’s music for my ears. But are you sure you are up to it?”
Without hesitation, I responded, “Oh, I’m up for it, Mistress.”
My Mistress leaned forward giving me a passionate kiss that I returned with equal fervor. I swear her pussy rhythmically squeezed and pulled on my cock as I felt the sensation of warm, wet, velvet glove massaging my shaft. Somehow, Avvy picked up the pace quickly bringing things to a head for me. God that felt good. I was acting like a child who just had his first taste of ice cream or chocolate, and I loved it.
I was about to blow my wad when I suddenly remembered, “Mistress, may this slave boy cum now?”
Grinning lustfully down at me Mistress Avicia moaned, “Cum for me now, slave boy.”
Oh boy did I ever. It was exquisite. Damn, her vagina literally sucked the cum right out of my balls as I filled her pussy with my splooge. When I was done blowing my wad I just lay there, a sweaty mess trying to comprehend what had just happened to me never having felt anything like this before and then her pussy squeezed me hard to get my attention. I looked up at my grinning wife gazing lovingly down at me as she ran a hand over my forehead, running her fingers through my hair.
“Thank you for my climax, Mistress,” I somehow managed to croak, getting my wits about me.
“Good slave boy, you remembered that all your orgasms are a gift from your Mistress. From me to my obedient little slave boy,” Mistress Avvy reminded me before frowning with a concerned look on her face.
“It feels like my slave boy made a mess in his Mistress’s vagina,” she giggled, pulling off my cock and pouncing on it, inhaling the whole softening shaft in her mouth, cleaning it with a very active tongue.
Working over my cock with her mouth it seemed like Avvy was humming happily, no purring like a cat that got the cream was a more apt description. When she was done nursing the last of my fluids out of my flaccid cock, she spit it out, looking up at me grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
“Momma love’s the taste of her man’s jism,” sighed my Mistress, not sounding all that dominant now. “I can’t seem to get enough of it these days.”
I just nodded affirmatively, I mean, I had a thousand wisecracks on the tip of my tongue, but none seemed appropriate coming from a slave boy, especially one restrained as I was. Avvy had a sultry mischievous look on her face as she crawled up my body until she was straddling my head giving me a close-up view of her just fucked pussy with my, um ah, cum leaking out. Oh shit, I’ve never eaten a cream pie, the thought of eating my own cum made me a little queasy but I knew what I had to do as her slave. Grimacing, I stuck out my tongue just like earlier this evening as she lowered herself onto my face.
“It’s time for you to clean up your mess my slave boy,” tittered Avvy. “I expect great things from you and if you disappoint me, I will be forced to give your boys a vicious squeeze as motivation.”
Next thing I knew I felt Avvy’s hand cupping my balls in her firm grasp and giving them a gentle squeeze as a warning that spurred me on to outperform her expectations for me. All in all, it wasn’t that bad as her juices and flavor overwhelmed my earlier deposit although it seemed to take forever until she was satisfied, oh yeah, and another screaming orgasm as she rode my face once more, coating me with more of her fluids and some of my own. Then once again she scooted down my body until she was licking my face and passionately exploring my tonsils with her active tongue while lip-locked.
“Hmm, you taste good. I just love the combination of my pussy juice and your delicious cum,” she purred, between kisses.
Breaking our kiss, my Mistress sat up on my abdomen facing me with her legs kneeling on both sides of my body. Leaning over she picked up the bigger of the two butt plugs as I panicked a little at the thought of that thing being shoved up my ass.
Looking down at me Avvy asked, “Remember last Sunday, when we took the kids over for dinner at your parents? I had this beauty up my ass the whole time getting me all hot and bothered for you. What happened after we put the kids to bed?”
“We fucked like bunnies,” I grinned, thinking things were looking up.
In a sultry voice she ordered, “Right, now eat my ass while I put some lube on this plug, I want to feel your tongue getting me ready to put it in right before your very eyes,” and I complied, enthusiastically drilling my wife’s rosebud like there was no tomorrow.
I’m not sure how long I worshiped her ass when I felt her sphincter squeezing my tongue as she lifted, pulling away from me until I was looking up at my grinning Mistress. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes leaving me wondering what was next as she knelt with her aroused pussy and ass coated with a mixture of my saliva and her juices about eight inches above my face. Now that was a sight to behold. Then she brought the larger butt plug, well coated with a sheen of lube, up to her puckered starfish as she started working it in while massaging her pussy with her free hand.
“Watch how easily your Mistress takes the big one,” moaned my Avvy as she worked it up her ass.
What a vision, watching Avvy’s rosebud stretch around the fat plug as she effortlessly pushed it home. Then she shocked me, pulling it out slowly and then pushing it back in until she started fucking her ass with that plug literally right before my eyes mewling happily as she diddled her clit. Someday, that would be my cock I hoped as she seemed to be enjoying herself.
Suddenly she dropped her delectable pussy right onto my mouth moaning, “Eat me, slave boy.”
Boy did I ever! I could feel her fucking her ass with that plug as she picked up the intensity while she rode my face, rocking her hips from side-to-side, back, and forth as well as in a circular pattern grinding her pussy into my face as she chased her orgasm. All I could do was stick my tongue out as far as I could while trying to pleasure her to the best of my ability. Then she pushed her magic button down on my tongue while pile-driving that plug in her ass with a ferocity that surprised me. Taking the hint, I quickly latched onto her engorged ignition button giving it a tongue lashing as she growled loudly like a woman possessed announcing her growing arousal as she moved closer to the precipice of her climax. Let’s just say my Mistress had a short fuse, quickly exploding into a frenzy that drenched my already sticky face with yet another coating of her delicious juices.
When her climax subsided, she slid down my torso once again straddling my stomach and leaning over me propping herself up with her forearms on either side of my head.
Looking back, she sighed, “My poor slave boy is leaking again,” as she reached back, collecting the pre-cum oozing out of my cock on her fingers. Looking down at me she sucked my fluids off her fingers moaning happily as her nostrils flared and her eyes seemed to dilate a little.
Grinning seductively down at me she sighed, “I can’t believe how much I am addicted to the taste of your cum these days. I just can’t seem to get enough of it.”
Not sure how to respond to that, I just agreed, “Yes Mistress.”
“Ooh, there’s still some on your cock. I better clean it up,” happily squealed my Mistress, sounding more like a slave girl than a dominant Mistress as she slid down my body.
Avvy took me into her mouth and sucked hard. She used her tongue to swirl around my head, then dropped lower until I was in her throat. I felt helpless, my eyes rolled back, and I fisted the sheets when her nose reached my groin.
"Damn, that's good Av, … Mistress" I hissed, catching myself.
My Mistress worked me for another minute before popping off, chuckling, "I need something different,” as I whined in dismay.
Avvy held my rod in place as she worked her warm, wet tongue down my shaft to my balls, suckling each in her mouth before moving lower, lingering on my taint before attacking my ass with her mouth; something my sexually conservative wife had never done before. I felt her tongue force entry into my backdoor and then she proceeded to tongue fuck me like there was no tomorrow. I arched my back to give her better access, grabbing the sheets while straining against my restraints and groaning, "Fuck yeah." Suddenly finding myself in slave boy heaven while my prim and proper wife ate my ass as my throbbing cock started oozing even more precum.
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and so did this.
My Mistress reached over grabbing the other butt plug. “Here, I'll be a kind Mistress and season it for you,” as she rubbed the dildo on her wet pussy momentarily before easing it in until her cunt until it disappeared. Pulling it out she pushed it into my mouth, silently compelling me to suck off her delicious juice.
“That’s a good slave boy. Run your tongue over the plug, get a good feel for it because soon it will be lodged deep in your ass,” she lectured, before removing it glistening with my saliva.
Avvy reached over to grab some lube, then she knelt between my legs while coating the plug as I had a strong suspicion where that was going. Intellectually I understood that it was smaller than the one lodged in my wife’s petite ass but at that moment in my eyes, it simply looked huge. In no time at all I felt that anal intruder rubbing on my rosebud, teasing my butt hole as I clenched my sphincter slamming it shut in response.
Noticing the precum discharge on my cock Avvy squealed happily, “You’re leaking, can’t have you making a mess,” right before leaning down and inhaling my cock once more.
Avvy’s warm wet tongue swirled around my mushroom collecting my fluids as I once again saw stars right as she shoved that plug up my ass. Lost in my personal nirvana it took me a moment to register the brief burning sensation I felt from the plug now fully embedded in my rectum. In my current state all I could focus on was the job Avvy was doing on my engorged shaft, it was clear that all the training at Ananke was paying off.
Ever since she started attending Ananke, I had noticed her increased interest in sucking my cock. I used to have to beg her for a blow job while promising on pain of death not to blow in her mouth. Not anymore.
I’ve always enjoyed making a slave girl clean my cock with her mouth after sex; making them submit reinforced my dominance over them. There’s just something hot about watching a woman clean our combined fluids off my shaft while my jism leaks out of her well fucked pussy. Avvy rarely ever did it but now it was like second nature for her, and I loved the change in her attitude.
Releasing my cock Avvy seductively smiled down at me purring, “You have no idea how much your cock juice revs my engine!”
Holding my rod in place, Avvy turned around before moving over it and sinking down in the reverse cowgirl position, and easing down on my cock, enveloping my shaft in her warm wet pussy. The view was majestic; Avvy’s perfectly sculpted ass with her firm buttocks framing her rosebud with the end of the plug sticking out and her pussy glistening with her fluids stretched around my thick cock.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I thought. The only thing left was to imagine my dick replacing that plug inside her butt. Hey, a man can dream after all, and mine of that cinnamon ring stretching tightly around my rigid shaft looked like it could soon be coming true.
Then she rose, squeezing my cock, and took me to paradise. My Mistress rode my cock, using a technique where she squeezed my shaft on every uptick. It felt like her pussy was milking my rod with her vaginal muscles strangling my penis only to sink down again capturing my rod deep in the depths of her molten core. At this rate, I wasn’t going to last long and Avvy knew it.
Grabbing my balls she gave them a serious twist, the pain bringing me down while reminding me, “No cumming without MY permission, slave boy.”
“Yes Mistress,” I groaned in disappointment as I recalled how without a thought, I’d used many slave girls while regularly not allowing them to climax as a demonstration of my dominance. I felt anything but in control now.
Avvy rode me to a wondrous climax, creaming all over my balls as she finally settled down afterward with my shaft buried inside her as she caught her breath. It only took two testicle twists to “help” me comply with my Mistress’s command not to cum without permission.
Pulling herself off my rigid phallus she turned around and grasped my shaft, milking it causing it to leak while stating possessively, “This is mine.” Staring down at my cock, she licked her lips before giving my head a quick tongue swirl cleaning before hopping back on in the cowgirl position, then she leaned down and aggressively kissed me, invading my mouth with her tongue as I tasted the mixture of our fluids.
Breaking the kiss, Avvy grabbed me by my hair, holding my head in place looking down at me with a menacing look, and almost snarled, “Don’t you dare cum before Momma. Got that, slave boy? You’re nothing more than a living, breathing Sybian with a tongue accessory right now. And don’t you forget it.”
“Wow, she had a way with words,” I thought as she released my head, sitting up and settling on my shaft with her vaginal muscles once again massaging my cock while lightly rubbing her happy button with her right hand, her left kneading her tits and pinching her nipples as she rode her stud meat. That sounded so much better in my mind than slave boy.
In no time at all Avvy had a faraway look in her eyes as she pleasured herself on my shaft until it appeared she was on the cusp of climaxing. Then she’d stop and painfully twist my balls to remind me of my lowly status as a living, breathing Sybian while I groaned in frustration. My poor balls ached needing release.
It was almost as if she were edging the two of us, building up for the big one. She repeated this process several times, never allowing me to get close to getting off as I groaned in frustration. It was torture I tell you; an oh-so-sweet, exquisite agony. I found that being a horny piece of stud meat could be quite frustrating with the pressure that was building up in my balls. All I wanted to do was flip Avvy onto her back and pound her like the man I was until we climaxed, but restrained as I was, all I could do was lie here on my back and watch her ride my meaty cock.
Smiling knowingly, Avvy looked down at me with a sultry twinkle in her eye once again riding up and down my shaft running her tongue over her lips and moaned, “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” as she fiddled with her smartwatch and suddenly both butt plugs came to life, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure throughout my groin.
“Oh my God!” I yelped in surprise, sounding more like a young slave boy than the manly stud meat that I saw myself as, before moaning, “Damn, that feels good.”
I could feel the vibrations from the large plug in her ass massaging my cock through the thin membrane that separated her ass from her vagina. Then there were the sensations in my ass from the tremors stimulating my prostate that felt better than I ever thought possible. Overwhelmed, I felt my orgasm quickly building up in my balls; I was about to explode as Avvy started bouncing up and down on my engorged cock with a determined look on her face. Valiantly, I somehow held back my climax while looking up at my lovely wife, I mean my Mistress Avicia, who looked close to erupting into her climax.
Then it happened when my Mistress wailed, “Cum for me, … now!” as she exploded into a frenzy, her pussy convulsing all over my cock triggering my own.
Gripping the sheets with my hands, my heels digging into the mattress, I arched my back, driving my cock upwards as best I could, joining her climax with an incredibly intense orgasm of my own. Somehow, I maintained this position as I emptied my balls into her womb, filling her with my seed for the second time.
Exhausted, I collapsed on my back; my climax spent with Avvy still in the throes of her frenzy as she continued to polish her pearl. Oh, how I wanted to grab her, pinch her nipples, or seize her by the hips and grind into her but the restraints left me helpless. All I could do was watch my beautiful wife enjoy her orgasm. She was truly a sight to behold.
When Avvy was done, she collapsed on top of me, snuggling her face into my neck as my cock softened inside her even as the butt plugs continued their vibrations. I kissed her on the forehead, spurring her to action as she turned off the plugs and released me from my restraints. This allowed me to gather her up in my arms as we just lay there enjoying the moment as I reflected on the new and improved sex machine that was my wife, my Avvy when I had an epiphany.
I hadn’t had sex with a slave girl for a few weeks now, instead coming home to my wife like I should have been doing all along. My lovely bride had trained herself to outperform the pleasure sluts that had become all too common in my life.
“Ok, slave boy, fix me a hot bath with my favorite bath bomb, I need a good soaking and a glass of wine after this. First, pull this plug out of my ass along with yours. Stick them in the sink, clean them and put them on a towel to dry. You’ll need to strip the bed and put new sheets on it for tonight. Get out of your collar and cuffs, you’re joining me in the tub. Let me know when my bath is ready,” she ordered, turning on her side wiggling her gorgeous ass so I could pull out her plug.
After removing her plug, I hopped up and quickly got to work first getting my Mistress’s bath ready and procuring a nice bottle of Merlot and two glasses. Maybe being a little presumptuous, but better to be prepared. I’m not sure which was weirder, pulling the plug out of Avvy’s ass or my own, probably my own. Anyway, twenty minutes later after I completed my chores, we were luxuriating in our large jacuzzi tub with Avvy sitting between my legs leaning back and using my chest as a backstop as I held her in my arms while we enjoyed the wine.
Avvy explained that she and Camellia started Kegel training after Colten and Garrett were born for health reasons, adding these exercises to their training regimen. They soon started using training aids like Kegel balls and weights to strengthen their pelvic floor muscles. Even playing eighteen holes while holding in Kegel balls with Camellia winning the first Kegel Open as she called it. They even used a probe that allowed them to play video games like Flappy Bird, and even a couple of multi-player games which I’m sure only spurred on these two ultra-competitive women. I chuckled at the visual of Avvy playing Flappy Bird, a game our children played on our phones, using a vaginal probe as a controller.
I learned that Pompoir is an ancient sexual technique in which the woman uses her vaginal muscles to stimulate the man’s penis by strengthening the relevant muscles that allow her to identify, and isolate, individual muscles, to contract them in turn to provide different sensations to a man’s cock. Only slaves at the high-end consort and concubine schools were trained in the skill since it took about a year to master which explains why I hadn’t experienced it before.
Ananke offered it to their students and Avvy and Cam had taken to it like ducks to water, or should I say like kitties to catnip, with all their Kegel training gave them a significant leg up on the other newbies. For the most part, all they had to do was learn to control their vaginal muscles which by the way was no easy task as she described riding a Sybian type device with sensors in the vaginal probe three hours a week at Ananke over the last four months. My lovely bride now needed to practice on my big ole cock. I quickly volunteered the services of her stud meat which I explained seemed a more apt description over slave boy.
“We’ll see if you feel more like my slave boy than stud meat when I’m pegging you and you are begging for me to pound you harder and turn up the vibrations,” teased my Mistress, finding the new slave name that I came up for myself amusing.
“Mistress, let your stud meat demonstrate what he can do to please you,” I whispered in her ear as I proceeded to kiss and nibble the erogenous zones on her neck as I ran my hands over her body while ensuring she felt my hard slab rubbing against her back eliciting a moan of desire from her.
“Hmm, feels like my slave boy’s ready for round three?” announced my Mistress while standing up. “Rinse me off and dry me slave boy and then meet me in the bedroom ready to serve after you’ve cleaned up in here,” ordered my Mistress. “And get that collar back on!”
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