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She was naked now, and looked incredibly sexy to Bob. Grandma was in a really good mood and she started telling me about "The Girls" and some of the things they had been gabbing about mostly gossip. Driving the length of my cock as deeply into her grasping, milking cunt as hard as I could. He allowed himself to feel a little optimism and anticipation that she might really let him cum this time. After about 15 minutes of really pounding her ass, i blew again in her ass. Keeping her upper half far enough up off the hay covered floor that her sagging tits were flopping around as she situated herself for my enjoyment. Queen of the Kill.

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Chapter 9 When he was done, he got up from the toilet and carefully lowered the lid back down with his foot. He lifted his foot again to push the lever to flush. He obediently walked back into the bedroom and kneeled before his mistress. She bent down and took his cock in her hand to examine it. Her finger brushed the tip and came away with a drop of urine.

Reluctantly, he stuck his tongue out and licked the tip of her finger. He suckled the finger as if it were a penis, moving up and back. Now it's time for breakfast," she said as she snapped his leash back on the collar. Putting her robe back on, she fished the keys out of the pocket and unlocked his wrist cuffs from each other.

He brought his arms forward, rotating them at the shoulders to relieve the stiffness. He followed her on all fours into the kitchen. He was pretty hungry by now, having only eaten two cans of dog food in the last two days. I will have two eggs, scrambled, bacon, toast, and coffee. You will not eat a single morsel of food while you are preparing MY breakfast.

Make sure you put your best effort into this, and I may consider giving you bed privileges tonight. Wouldn't that beat sleeping on the floor, or outside? Bob got right to work, brewing the coffee, cooking up the bacon, and scrambling the eggs. It was torture for him to be so close to real food and smelling it's heavenly aroma, and not being able to taste even a morsel.

He reached around the back of his head, exploring the buckle and padlock with his fingers, hoping to find a way to remove the gag, even for just a minute. Just then, he heard a noise and turned around. There was Jenny, hands on her hips, watching him, shaking her head. With that, she turned around and headed back to the bedroom. Bob quickly got back down to business, wondering nervously what punishment she might have in store for him.

He carefully arranged the eggs and bacon on a plate, then buttered the toast and placed everything on a bed tray. He went to the front door and opened it just enough to peek outside to see if anyone was around. The newspaper was lying on the grass, about 10 feet from the house.

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He debated the risk of venturing out, wearing just a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, crotch harness, and a ballgag.

He would be thoroughly humiliated if anyone was to see him. The coast looked clear, and, in spite of his apprehension, he ran out and snatched up the paper. Just as he was bending down to pick it up. He heard a 'click' behind him. He looked back at the door, which was now closed.

For a brief moment, he thought he saw a face in the side window next to the door. He ran back to the door and tried to turn the knob. It was locked, confirming his worst fears. He quickly ducked down behind a nearby bush for cover. He could hear Jenny's voice calling from inside the house, "If my breakfast is cold, it'll be back to the dog house for you, do you hear? He started crawling across the front of the house, staying mostly between the bushes and the wall.

When he got to the corner, there was no more cover for him to take advantage of. If he could just make it to the driveway, he could take cover momentarily behind his car, then a short run to the gate and into the back yard. He sprang from his hiding place and ran straight for the car. Just as he got within about 10 feet, his car alarm started going off, which would attract the attention of anyone within earshot.

She must have pressed the panic button on the remote, he thought. She must be really enjoying this. He altered course and ran straight for the gate. Flinging it open and slamming it behind him, he stopped briefly to catch his breath, now that he was safely out of sight. He sprinted over to the back door, which thankfully, was unlocked.

The car alarm stopped blaring as he opened the back door and stepped inside. Jenny came in from the living room, giggling, her hand over her mouth, obviously trying to compose herself. Bob could only glare at her in mute silence. Bob quickly placed the paper in side pocket of the bed tray and headed for the bedroom. As he entered the room, Jenny was sitting up in bed, pillows propped up behind her back.

Bob brought the tray over to her and carefully set it down over her lap. Bob knew what she meant, and dropped down on all fours. He watched hungrily as she leisurely began eating her breakfast while reading the paper. He would give anything just to be allowed to lick the crumbs off the plate.

I'm starting to think like a dog! About halfway through her meal, Jenny stopped and looked over at Bob. Bet you would like some of this 'people food', eh? Tell you what, come over here and let me take that nasty old gag off. Jenny took a key off the nightstand and unlocked and removed the ball gag.

If you are convincing, you will get some food. Jenny seemed unaffected and resumed reading her paper. Knowing that he must give a supreme effort, he sat back on his heels with his hands held in front of his chest to mimic a dog "sitting pretty" and panted. Jenny allowed him to continue this for about two minutes before breaking off a piece of crust from the toast and tossing it to him.

He tried to catch it in his mouth, but the crust flew by him and landed on the floor. He scrambled to retrieve it, and in his haste, grabbed it with his fingers. I don't ever recall seeing a dog use anything other than his mouth to pick things up! She threw it into the waste basket.

A few minutes later, she decided to throw him another piece of crust. This time he caught and ate it. Then Jenny remembered something she had seen on TV once. Bob was still "sitting pretty". She took a half strip of bacon and placed it across his nose. Poor Bob held this position for what seemed like hours, staring at the tasty morsel on his nose.

His hunger pangs were constant now, and he didn't know how much longer he could resist the temptation to just gobble it down. Finally, as he heard the command "GO! Instead of flying straight up, it flew back behind him and onto the floor. Bob picked it up with his mouth and dropped it into her hand.

She had him resume the position and once again placed it on his nose. Three more times, Bob resumed the position and waited for the command. Finally, he managed to catch it in his mouth and greedily wolfed it down. It was heavenly, after having had nothing but dog food for the past two days. Then Jenny had another inspiration.

When he complied, she placed a morsel of bacon on his tongue. Jenny ignored him, absently flipping through the paper. A little whine escaped his lips as he looked at her with pleading eyes. At last, she said "go! Chapter 10 After finishing her breakfast, Jenny placed the plate on the floor for Bob to lick up the crumbs. He not only licked the plate clean, but also licked the fingers of his mistress.

When he was finished, he went back to the bedroom, and entered on all fours, as he figured she wanted him to do. Jenny had a pad of paper in her lap and was just finishing writing something on it. If you complete everything on this list and pass my inspection, you may be promoted from 'dog' to 'slave' and will be permitted to sleep in my bed tonight.

You may get up now and start your chores. He scanned it and saw that it was a list of household chores. This was a longer list of household chores. Each chore you complete will be scored on a point system. I will determine the number of points awarded for each chore. If you do a substandard job on any chore, you will be awarded a lower number of points.

If you don't earn enough points by next Sunday, the slate is wiped clean and you will have to work for another week to earn enough points. Oh, and by the way, the price goes up by points for each week you fail to earn enough. So if by the end of the second week, you haven't earned 5, points, you will need 5, points, the third week, 6, points, and so on. You may earn bonus points by doing unexpected things like bringing me romantic gifts, doing extra chores without being asked, or being attentive to my needs.

I, of course, will determine your scoring. You'd better get started. Oh, yeah, I haven't fed you yet. Go back to the kitchen and get yourself some breakfast," she told him. Bob's eyes brightened up at the prospect of some 'human food'. Dejectedly, he placed the lists in his mouth and walked out to the kitchen on all fours.

He went to the pantry and pulled out a can of dog food. I can't believe I'm going to feed myself dog food, he thought. He did not want to suffer the wrath of Jenny again, however. He used the electric can opener on it and emptied the food into the dog bowl. He got down on all fours and lowered his mouth to the food. As he started to eat, he felt Jenny's hand stroking the top of his head.

I can see that you are well on your way to becoming a good slave. First, he did the laundry with a little instruction from Jenny , then washed the windows, cleaned the bathrooms, vacuumed the floors, washed the cars, and mowed the lawns. He did the front lawn as quickly as possible, for as much as he was allowed to wear clothes for mowing the front, he still had the cuffs and collar locked on his body.

Mercifully, few cars drove past, and when they did, he would hunker down some, hoping they would not notice the collar locked around his neck. When he was finished with the list, he went inside and presented himself on his knees to his mistress, who was reclining on the couch in the living room, watching TV. May I have permission to take a shower, or do you wish to wash me out on the back deck again?

You are NOT to touch yourself down there except for cleaning, understood? Jenny pulled the key ring from her pocket and unlocked his cuffs, collar and cock harness. Bob hurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower. After getting into the shower, Bob picked up the soap and lathered up his body.

It felt great to be free of all the restraints, especially the cock harness. As his hands moved about his body, they naturally ended up at his crotch. Nervously, he started stroking his soaped-up member. It felt so good, he "forgot" what Jenny had said. He was so horny, he figured he could be done in about 30 seconds and Jenny would never know.

He closed his eyes and started stroking faster. He was almost there when a splash of ice cold water hit him on the crotch. Jumping back and nearly falling over, he opened his eyes to find the shower curtain pushed aside and Jenny looking at him, holding a glass which until a second ago had held cold water. She came back with a pair of steel handcuffs and proceeded to lock his hands high above his head to the shower head.

Then she adjusted the shower head to point directly down on him and turned the temperature to cold. He started shiver and whine, but she paid him no heed. After about five minutes of torture, she turned off the water. As he stood there with his hands cuffed above his head, he shivered and hoped that Jenny would not leave him there too long.

A few minutes later, she walked in. Would you please forgive me and let me down? She went into the bedroom and returned with her riding crop. Without warning, she began to flog him with it, spreading the blows out over his entire body. Screaming, he turned around to shield the front of his body from the blows, but this just gave Jenny the opportunity to make the backside match the front.

Abruptly, she stopped and left the room. Now, Bob felt the burning of the welts inflicted on his body in addition to the shivering and goose bumps all over his body. A half hour later, she returned to check on him. She brought the collar and the cock harness and locked them on him. After unlocking one handcuff, she brought his hands around to his back and locked it back on.

Pulling him by the collar, she led him into the bedroom and chained him to the bedpost again. She lay down on the floor near him and pulled him toward her crotch by the chain. Bob dove in, licking and sucking for all he was worth. She pulled him up by the collar to her face and plunged her tongue into his mouth. This surprised him, as he had always been the aggressor in that area.

He allowed himself to be taken by her. The feeling of complete and utter submission washed over him like a wave. She next lowered his mouth to her breasts and let him lick and suck on them for a while. Finally, he was back down between her legs, licking at a moderate pace, doing his best to follow her directions. He did not want to think about spending another night in the dog house.

After a few orgasms, she finally pulled him away from her crotch. I will forgive you this one time, but after this, you will know the true meaning of punishment, understood? Chapter 12 Bob was granted permission to sleep in bed with Jenny, but was fastened to a longer chain which would allow him limited movement around the bedroom and into the bathroom.

He was required to give her a thorough back massage before going to sleep. Monday morning, Bob woke up at 6: As soon as he got out of bed, he was reminded of the collar and chain locked around his neck, and, more importantly, the cock harness locked around his balls. He had his normal morning erection, and realized he would have to wait until it went down.

Sighing, he got back into bed and rolled over to face Jenny, who had her back to him. He started caressing her neck with his fingers, hoping to wake her gently so that she could release him to get ready for work. After about five minutes, she stirred, and promptly lifted her nightgown to expose her entire back, signaling him to give her another back massage.

He applied himself to his task, and fifteen minutes later, she rolled over onto her back. He began massaging her neck and upper chest area, working his way down to the breasts. She lay back, moaning in ecstasy. He let his fingers do the walking all the way down to her slit, where he began gently massaging the outer lips, then working them inside. She grasped his collar firmly and guided his mouth to her nipples, first one, then the other.

Finally, she guided his face down to her delta and had him lick her to a thundering orgasm. He complied, and she pulled out a bottle of sex lube and squirted some on her hand. She began massaging his organ, slowly at first, then gradually building the tempo. On one hand, it felt so good that he didn't want her to stop.

On the other hand, he knew that if she took it all the way, his balls might explode from the pressure backup caused by the cock ring locked onto his crotch. As he approached the point of no return, he cried, "Stop please, Mistress, ohmygod, please stop!! Screaming now, Bob rolled away from Jenny, slipping out of her grasp.

Jenny giggled as Bob lay there, panting heavily from extreme arousal and frustration. Bob made his way into the bathroom, knowing that it would be a while before his cock would shrink enough to allow him to pee. After shaving and combing his hair, he was finally able to gain blessed release and urinate. When he was done, he came out of the bathroom and faced Jenny, who was still relaxing in bed.

It's the only way I can guarantee that you won't be playing with yourself in secret. By the way, you should be glad you can still touch it at all. Once the new device I ordered on the internet arrives, you can say goodbye to Mr. Bob wasn't sure what she meant, and he didn't think he wanted to ever find out.

Chapter 13 Once he arrived at the office, Bob tried to focus on his work, but he could feel his package bound up in the harness nearly every time he shifted in his chair. The frustration of not being able to cum for the past few days was building up. Any time one of the secretaries walked by, his cock would throb silently in his pants.

He was desperate for release. And just what did Jenny order for him, and what did she mean? He resolved to be more attentive to her and try to please her in any way possible so as to get back on her good side and gain a possible reprieve from this tortuous sentence of chastity. Every morning during that week, the same scene was played out: Bob's balls felt like they could explode at any second.

Every evening when he got home from work, he did a few more chores on his weekly chore list. Jenny periodically inspected his work, and made entries in a pocket notebook. She made no comments unless he needed instruction to correctly complete a task. He had no way of knowing how many points he was accumulating, but figured he was probably doing okay. By Sunday morning, his cock was rock hard in anticipation as he lovingly massaged Jenny's back.

It had been over a week since he had last come, and his balls felt twice their usual size. But for now, let's see how many bonus points you can earn with your tongue! Bob needed no further encouragement. He knelt between her legs, careful not to drape his cold chain over her leg. He went to work, starting on the outer lips, and slowly working his way inside, alternately licking her clit and thrusting his tongue as deep inside her as possible.

A week's worth of this training had resulted in a much improved tongue slave. As she approached the peak of orgasm, Jenny grabbed his chain and pulled until his face was jammed right up against her crotch. He continued to lick and suck like crazy now, until Jenny arched her back in a thunderous orgasm.

As he was trained to do, Bob kept licking until he had cleaned her thoroughly. Throughout the rest of the day, he tried to do as many chores as possible to ensure enough points to cum. Finally, around six o'clock, Jenny told him to strip and assume the position on the bed, while she shackled his wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

His cock was hard and throbbing with anticipation. Jenny left the room and came back with a bag of ice, placing it around his cock. After it shrank down, she took the key from the chain around her neck and unlocked and removed the cock harness. She then proceeded to massage his crotch, slowly bringing it back to life. She bent over and proceeded to give him a slow blow job, which aided greatly in restoring it back to full attention.

Once he was clearly aroused and breathing heavily, she withdrew and reached over to the nightstand and retrieved her pocket notebook and a calculator. She began adding up all the scores he had earned all week with one hand, while slowly stroking his cock with the other. Finally, she hit the 'total' key.

With a smile on her face, Jenny started speeding up her stroking until Bob was clearly ready to explode. Once again, she abruptly stopped and pulled her hand away. As Bob panted and furiously humped the air, it became clear that her smile was derived from pity, not generosity.

Then she spent the next half hour critiquing his work. My white glove found dirt under the rim of the toilet bowl. I found spots on the mirror, and the medicine cabinet is disorganized. Clearly you were not applying your best effort. I suggest you pay a little more attention to me if you want to earn enough points to cum. During all of this, Bob's cock was still throbbing painfully.

Chapter 14 Throughout the following week, Bob threw himself into household chores with the utmost attention to detail. He could not imagine going another week without cumming. Every evening, he arrived home with a red rose for Jenny. As she sat on the couch to watch TV, he knelt on the floor at her feet and massaged and kissed them.

Of course, he surrendered complete control of the remote control to Jenny. She remained impassive, not revealing how much she was enjoying all of this. Finally, Sunday came around again, and Bob was so desperate now, he would follow Jenny around the house like a little lost puppy, looking for any way to gain just a few more points.

She finally sent him outside to mow the lawn. When he was finished, he came back inside and took a shower. As he stepped out of the shower, found another note from Jenny on the kitchen table. Next you are to cuff your arms and legs to the bedposts and wait for me.

If you obey, you may get a nice surprise. His cock started to harden at the thought. He dried off and hurried into the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and lay on the bed. He picked up the ballgag and buckled and locked it behind his head. He sat up and placed the leg irons which were laid out at each corner on his ankles, then lay back and locked the handcuffs on one wrist, then the other.

He wondered where Jenny was, and how long he would have to wait. A half hour later, Jenny walked in, dressed in black lingerie and black stiletto heels. Bob could only gape at her, his cock throbbing at full attention. She picked a bottle of sex lube and knelt on the bed nest to Bob.

His eyes widened and looked at her pleadingly. He tried to talk through the gag to ask her to remove the harness, but could only manage muffled sounds. She applied some lube to her hand, and started stroking his rigid cock. Once again, Bob was torn, because as much as it felt sooo good, he knew he could never cum with the harness on. As his arousal quickly rose to a fever pitch, his breathing began to quicken along with alternating moans and whines as he was taken closer to the brink of climax.

He tore at his shackles, desperately trying to escape this exquisite torture. Jenny sensed his approaching climax and backed off, letting him cool down, then started up again, taking him on a torturous roller coaster ride of arousal and frustration. Finally, she got up and said, "I thought you wanted to cum, but every time you get close, you whine like a baby.

I think you need a time out. About ten minutes later, she returned, carrying a bag of ice. Bob's cock was still at attention. Mercifully, his cock slowly shrank down and the aching subsided. Jenny took off her necklace, from which the key dangled. She reached down, unlocked the harness, and removed it from Bob's genitals. He allowed himself to feel a little optimism and anticipation that she might really let him cum this time.

Jenny applied a little more sex lube and started massaging his frozen cock and balls. As the warmth slowly returned to his crotch, his cock started to respond. As his cock grew harder, Jenny began applying that up and down pumping motion that fed his arousal and made him rock hard. As aroused as he was, he tried not to enjoy it too much, knowing full well that she could stop before he climaxed.

She teased him a little more, alternating slow and fast strokes. Finally, she slowed to a medium pace and said, "You have been a good slave this week and have earned enough points to cum. I have a proposition for you. I will give you a choice. You can say 'yes' or 'no'. If I let you cum, you will agree to wear the device which came today.

It will prevent you from touching your cock, and I will decide when you can cum. I may let you cum more often if you continue to do your chores and stay attentive to me. If you say 'no', I can stop right now she stopped stroking momentarily for effect and we can continue as we have this past week.

So, what is your answer, 'yes' or 'no'? He would have given away his left nut at this point, just to cum again. He didn't know what she had ordered, but it couldn't be any worse that cock harness, could it? He was still afraid that this could be just another tease. Without having the ability to talk, he was limited to a yes or no response.

Without hesitation, he nodded his head vigorously. She started stroking slowly again, ever so gradually, building the tempo. Bob could feel his seed building at the base of his cock, ready for blastoff. He realized at this point that whatever she had in store for him, he was powerless to change. He consciously surrendered to her stroking, now in total submission.

This time, she didn't back off, but continued quickening the pace. His body suddenly stiffened, then he pulled hard at his shackles. His orgasm exploded from his cock at maximum speed. He continued to spew gobs and gobs of cum which had been locked up within him for so long, moaning in excitement and release.

Jenny kept pumping him until he finished cumming, milking him of every drop. She opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small box. Opening it, she pulled out a clear plastic tubular device, open at one end, and shaped like a curved penis. A ring closes around your cock and balls, and this part fits over your penis and locks to the ring.

It is supposed to be very secure. Once it is locked on, you will no longer be able to touch your cock. We just need to find the right size ring for you. He tried to protest through the gag and began to thrash about on the bed. Jenny reached down and grabbed his balls in her hand and squeezed them firmly.

After all, you agreed to this just five minutes ago! As she applied a little more pressure to the center of Bob's universe, he calmed down and lay there resignedly. Jenny tried the various sized rings on him until she was satisfied with the fit.

She put the locking rod through the ring holes, added spacers, placed the curve over his penis, and locked it on with the brass padlock. No more playing with Mr. After Jenny released him from the bed, Bob reached down to examine the plastic prison which encased his cock. A couple of tugs verified that it was secure and wouldn't be coming off without first being unlocked.

What have I gotten myself into this time, he wondered. Inasmuch as he had fantasized about this for years, it was different now that he was being forced to wear one. Chapter 15 As the days went on, Bob grew accustomed to wearing the chastity device. He found that he could wear it under his pants without being detected if he was careful. It was humiliating to have to sit down to pee, but he soon got used to that, too.

The hardest part was accepting the fact that whenever he became aroused, his cock would strain achingly against the chastity tube to achieve it's full erect size, only to be cruelly denied. Whenever a pretty secretary in a short skirt walked by, his cock would spring to life, only to be quickly reminded of it's limitations.

Bob became even more attentive to Jenny now, showering her with gifts and volunteering to do even the most menial tasks for his mistress. Because Bob had been very good, Jenny let him out of his chastity device after a week of captivity. As soon as she removed it, his cock sprang to life, and for the first time in a week, Bob felt the pleasure of a full erection.

Jenny had decided to see just how obedient Bob could be with a little test. She made Bob kneel on the floor in the bathroom with his collar locked on and chained to the toilet. Any disobedience will be punished with a month of chastity. Lowering his head, and not sure exactly what to expect, he answered, "Yes, Mistress.

He kept up a fast pace, hoping he could cum before she changed her mind. As he began breathing more heavily, visibly approaching that point of no return, he heard Jenny suddenly say "STOP! Marshalling all of his self control, Bob slowed his pace to a moderate tempo. This was maddening, because it kept him just out of reach of that climax. Obediently, Bob stopped again.

He started stroking again, but at the moderate pace he knew she wanted. Finally, she said, "You will now keep stroking, but there's a catch: If you get close, you are to say, 'Please, Mistress, may I stop? If I say yes, you may stop stroking until the urge passes. He felt the hot sperm gathering in his balls, ready for blastoff.

Finally, she said, "You may stop. A long stream of pre-cum oozed from his cock. He managed to hold back, and stayed on his knees, as he slowly came down off another near-climax. After about fifteen seconds, she said, "Continue. This pattern continued over the next 30 minutes. After the longest half hour of his life, for about the fifteenth time, Bob tearfully whispered, "Please, Mistress, may I stop?

You may beg me to come. It felt like he had built up a gallon over the last half hour. After he collapsed on the floor in exhaustion, Jen told him to clean up his mess. Resignedly, Bob got no his hands and knees and began to lick his come off the floor. Wait a minute, you're already doing that!

Jenny, pleased with Bob's progress, decided it was time to implement phase three of her plan. At the last meeting, after a couple of glasses of wine, the group discussion gradually drifted off the subject book and onto more interesting topics such as sex and men in general. Most of the girls had the same complaint: Bob has become a model husband. Jenny pondered this as she realized that next week's meeting would be at her home.

A week went by, and it was the night for the Book club's meeting at Jenny's house. Jenny had dressed Bob in a thong, a dog collar, and leather cuffs. When the doorbell rang, Bob looked at Jenny pleadingly. He hurried to the door and opened it. I am Bob, Mistress Jenny's slave. Please tell her if I fail to please you in any way.

He had to repeat them several times that night as each guest arrived. Without fail, each guest who was greeted at the door stood there, mouth agape, incredulous to the sight before them, before entering. After seating each one in the living room, he took their drink order and disappeared into the kitchen. After serving drinks to everyone, he knelt at Jenny's feet in the living room.

A couple of drinks later, after everyone had gotten comfortable, Cathy asked, "So Jenny, what's the secret behind your power? He looked incredulously at her. The only thing he was wearing that wasn't locked on was the thong. He started to open his mouth to protest, when she glanced down at the floor momentarily to show him the riding crop sitting between the chair and the couch.

Resignedly, he began to lower and remove the thong, revealing the chastity device locked on to his genitals. Wide eyed, all the girls leaned forward in their seats to get a closer look. Bob was paraded around the room, as each girl had her chance to fondle or pinch his privates or yank on the Curve to test its security. Bob here is being trained to follow every order without question.

Tonight is a test to see how obedient he can be. Now, when's the last time any of you had a nice foot rub from your man? All heads shook no, amidst negative murmurs. Although she knew Cathy was only kidding, it gave Jenny an idea for future fun. The group began their discussion of the current book while Bob worked his way from guest to guest.

They found it difficult to stay on subject with distraction of slave Bob. When he got to Elaine's feet, she asked rather shyly, "Can he suck my toes? Without further instruction, Bob began kissing and eventually sucking each of Elaine's toes. Elaine quickly became lost in her little world, moaning and moving her hips involuntarily.

Elaine's eyes were glazed by the time he had finished with her feet. After that, everyone wanted the same treatment, so Bob had to make the circuit around the room again. By this time, everyone had forgotten the book discussion and were raptly watching the proceedings.

When he was through, Jenny ordered another round of drinks for everyone. With Bob in the kitchen and out of earshot, Jenny voiced her idea to the group. No sex for him of course, but he could serve or pleasure you in any other way imaginable.

From the kitchen, Bob heard a loud and enthusiastic 'AYE! Must be penny-ante night, Bob thought, amused at the idea of a "girl's" poker night. Jenny had purposely omitted telling Bob what the stakes were. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he found out that he was the prize.

The evening began as the night before had, with Bob welcoming each guest with his practiced lines, showing them in, and offering them a drink. When everyone had arrived, they took their places around the poker table set up in the living room. As Bob was kept busy bringing in drinks and snacks, he couldn't help noticing the way the guests kept leering at him, as if they knew some dirty little secret.

When he was finished, Jen indicated that he should go under the table and face her on his knees. She directed him to worship her feet, including kissing and sucking her toes, as she played the game. As he had the previous night, he serviced each guest in turn, licking, kissing and massaging each bare foot.

When he got back to Jenny, she had him remain on all fours, facing her. As he took his position, he noticed that she was wearing a very short skirt and no panties underneath. He held his position and stared at her shaved crotch, wondering if he was expected to pleasure her. A minute later, all doubt was cast aside when she brought her right hand down under the table, snapped her fingers, and pointed at her crotch.

She grabbed his head and thrust it between her legs. Needing no further instruction, he began to gently lick her outer lips. Gradually, he started slipping his tongue between them to tease her. He could feel the wetness building up within her as he continued to softly caress her with his tongue. As her arousal intensified, she began to gyrate her hips and was having a difficult time speaking in a steady voice.

After taking a minute to compose herself, Jenny patted her slave on the head, indicating that he could stop licking. She grabbed Bob's hair and pointed him in the direction of the next guest. Bob, clearly somewhat confused at the current proceedings, took up position on all fours at the next guest's legs.

It was then that he noticed that all the girls were wearing skirts, and, probably no panties underneath. It began to dawn on him that some secret advance planning had taken place. Jen snapped her fingers, pointing to the guest's crotch. As he bent to his task, he wondered if his tongue would last through the evening.

As the night wore on, it became a challenge for each guest in turn to play her hand or even speak in a coherent manner as Bob was servicing her under the table. Finally, the last hand was dealt, and the game was on. Elaine had a majority of the chips at her side, and she was determined to win this last hand.

Her husband was out of town for the weekend on business, so this was a perfect time to have a live-in slave. Someone finally said, "call," and everyone laid their cards on the table. So she won a few bucks, Bob thought from under the table at his Mistress' feet.

Why get so excited? Suddenly a leash was snapped onto Bob's collar, and he was pulled out from under the table. Jen pulled his hands behind him and snapped a lock through the "D" rings of his cuffs. She then produced a ball gag, placed it in his mouth, and locked it behind his head.

Handing the leash and a set of keys to Elaine, she told her, "You have the use of this slave from now until Sunday night. If she returns you with any complaints, your punishment will be severe. Dejected and still in a state of shock, Bob nodded.

Opening the trunk, she gestured for Bob to climb in. The ride to Elaine's house was long and uncomfortable for Bob. All of a sudden the ride got bumpier. We must be on a dirt road, thought Bob. Finally, the car cane to rest and the engine was shut off. The driver's door was opened and closed. He waited for the trunk to open.

He could hear crickets chirping and frogs croaking in the distance. Where am I, he thought to himself. Just when he thought he might be spending the night in the trunk, the lock turned and the lid was lifted. She helped him climb out of the trunk and helped steady him as he regained his balance. Looking around, he could tell even in the semi-darkness that he was at a farmhouse.

She led him by the leash towards the house, then took a right turn and took him around to the back of the house and toward a stable. She took him into a small stall and clipped his leash to an eyebolt located about two feet above the floor. She tugged on the leash to make him kneel in the straw.

Bob couldn't believe his eyes and ears. Was she really going to let him spend the night out here? His hands were still cuffed behind him and the ball gag was still locked firmly in place. A couple of minutes later, the stall door opened and Elaine strode back in. He extended his arms around to one side as far as they would go to make it easier for her to remove the lock on his cuffs.

Have a good night! Bob tried to find a comfortable position in the straw, but with his arms behind his back, it was difficult at best. He eventually drifted off to a fitful sleep. Stiffly, he sat up and tried to stretch as best he could. He felt an urgent need to relieve himself, and, since he had no idea how long he might be there, he decided he couldn't wait any longer.

He carefully got up on his knees and worked his way over to a corner of the stall. As he let go, he felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment, as he had no way of aiming the stream, his hands still cuffed behind his back. By the time he finished, he was kneeling in a puddle of urine. He tried rolling in the straw to clean himself off, with little success.

A short time later, Elaine appeared with a big smile. Bob was about to answer, but thought better of it. After all, this woman had complete control over him for the whole weekend. He might survive easier if he behaved. Unclipping his leash from the eyebolt, she led him out of the stable and over to a post set in the ground with a hitching ring attached to it.

After clipping his leash to it, she retrieved a nearby hose and turned on the water. Bob jumped and shivered as the cold spray washed over him. When she was finished, he was led back to his stall and secured by his leash to the eyebolt. When Elaine reappeared a minute later, she was holding what looked like a canvas bag with some leather straps attached.

She proceeded to strap the feed bag to Bob's face and secure it behind his head. The bag's opening was big enough to encompass Bob's entire face. By this time, Bob was almost beyond humiliation. He had to lower his head and press the bag against the ground to bring the food up to his mouth.

It was cold oatmeal. Not exactly his favorite breakfast, but the uncertainty of when his next meal would come provided the motivation he needed to finish it all and press his tongue into the corners to get every last drop. When he rose up again, she unbuckled the straps and removed the bag from his head. She grabbed a wet towel and cleaned the excess oatmeal off his face.

Elaine disappeared for a minute and returned with a duffel bag, which she set on the ground and began to unpack it. Elaine removed the first item from the bag and held it up in front of Bob. It consisted of a few leather straps joined together to form a head harness and what looked like a bit gag with a large metal ring at each end.

After turning it to the proper orientation, she draped it over Bob's head and said "open wide! She proceeded to fasten and buckle the straps that ran over and behind his head and under his chin. It closely resembled a horse's bit and harness. Bob was beginning to wonder just what kind of "work" he would be required to do today. The next item out of the bag was an arm binder.

She had him turn around and hold his arms out behind him while she slipped it on and began to lace it up. The straps which buckled around his shoulders ensured that it would not be coming off by accident. His elbows were brought together and were all but touching each other. Item three turned out to be a wide leather girth belt with a crotch harness built in.

It had a large ring in front to go over his genitals. Attached to the crotch strap was a tapered butt plug about four inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter at the widest part. Bob's eyes grew wide at the sight, and he tried to object, although the bit gag prevented anything intelligible escaping his mouth. He turned back around to face her and backed into a corner of the stall, trying to prevent her from installing the harness.

Now which is it going to be? Bob, making whining sounds, continued to back into the corner, his eyes wide and shaking his head "no". Without further ado, Elaine unsnapped his leash from his collar, and snapped it onto the "D" ring at the bottom of his arm binder. She pulled his arms up behind him, forcing him to stand, bent over. She tied the other end of the leash off to a hook on the wall about six feet high.

Breathing heavily, Bob found that he couldn't lower his butt to prevent the onslaught of the butt plug. He felt some lubricant being smeared around and inside his anus. After buckling the belt around his waist, Elaine bent to the task of inserting the plug. Amidst a lot of panting and grunting from Bob, she slowly worked it into his butt, in and out, a little further each time, until she felt it seat behind his sphincter.

She secured the crotch strap, making sure it was snug enough to prevent any accidental ejection of the butt plug. Next, she pulled a set of nipple clamps out of the bag and placed them on his nipples. Each clamp had a small bell attached. He yelped as each one was applied.

Still bent over, he tried to shake them off, but the little teeth on each clamp held firm while the bells tinkled with each movement. As she stood back to admire her handiwork, she decided he needed one more addition to his outfit. She went back to the house and returned a couple of minutes later, carrying a pair of work boots.

He obeyed, and she pulled a boot onto his foot and tied the laces. Stamp your foot once if it fits, twice if it doesn't," she ordered. He put his foot down, wiggled his toes, and decided it was close enough. What she never knew was the real problem and his warped fantasy. She thought something might be wrong with her, but couldn't imagine what it could be. She knew one thing for certain, she was horny as Hell!

Bob was very good with his tongue, but that got old fast. She wanted him to fuck her like he so often did before. My friends warned this might happen, HuCho was thinking. Never marry a man twenty years your senior, they said. Maybe they were right, but he is so tender and kind, and she loved him dearly. Except for sex, she was perfectly satisfied with their relationship.

He had been talking weird lately, though. Several times, after he had eaten her to climax, he had mentioned her having sex with another man. Bob was the second man she had ever slept with, so she didn't understand what he was talking about. HuCho was in shock and speechless! Bob had shown her a dirty website about black men having sex with women while their husbands watched!

She was disgusted beyond belief! Is that the kind of woman you think I am? I was only thinking of you and your needs. I may never get any better and I know you are already tired of me eating you. How can you be so stupid? Another thing, why in God's name did you suggest a black?

The other thing, a black is supposed to be a more patient, better lover. I wanted you to have the best, if you decided to accept. Just read what they say before you scream at me. Bob knew what the Blogs said. He had been reading them for months. Each and every one praised their husbands for introducing them to the best sex of their lives.

To shut Bob up, HuCho read and looked at pictures for the next half hour. She still couldn't believe all this was happening. All these women must be crazy! How could so many accept another man while their husband watched? Was there that much difference in Chinese and American culture?

Every husband professed love for his wife, so why would they let a huge black man fuck them? Americans were definitely weird! I don't want to see any more. These are crazy people! They're all different, but usually 9 or 10 inches, sometimes I don't know anything about centimeters. Wait, let me get a ruler and I will show you.

HuCho gasped when she saw the length he was telling her those women were taking. No man is that long, and if he was, no woman is going to take all of it. Here look at this. Ten inches would be above my belly button. A woman can't take something that far inside her belly. He has a ruler next to his dick and he is almost 10 inches long.

Was it possible blacks were bigger and longer than she had ever imagined? If that's true, then is it true a woman could take all his length? It didn't matter because she was never going to find out! After that evening, Bob shut up about sharing her, but magazines suddenly appeared with well hung black men on the cover. She never picked one up, but one night Bob brought a magazine to bed with him.

With her head on his arm, he was flipping through the book, looking at the photos and reading the captions underneath. She tried not to look, but that was impossible. Handing her the magazine, he said, "Honey, while I'm eating you, hold this for me.

HuCho slowly looked at the photos of black men in different states of arousal. Every one of them seemed to have a cock the size of her arm. She had to admit Bob's tongue felt different, as she was excited more and more from the photos of shiny black cocks. She tried to imagine one of those forcing its way inside her vagina.

Suddenly, Bob's tongue flicked her clitoris at just the right moment and she saw stars as the biggest climax yet coursed through her body. Working each day for the next several weeks was the only way HuCho kept her sanity. Bob was always after her to look at his special websites, or filthy magazines. Finally, one slow day at work, as several of the women were sitting around gossiping, HuCho blurted out.

Finally, Ethel said, "Honey, without my special boyfriend, I would have divorced that bum I'm married to, years ago. Well, he parks his shoes under my bed every chance he gets. Believe me, he gets plenty of chances! You looking for a boyfriend? If so, I know some single guys that would love a little thing like you.

I'm perfectly happy with the man I have. I couldn't believe it was as widespread as the article said. She attempted to see her husband's point of view. At last, she asked him, "If I was to agree to what you keep talking about, how would you even find a man to participate? You have somebody hid out in the garage, or something? Then we just wait and screen the answers.

What if he has a disease? How do you know he won't be dangerous or a rapist? She hadn't actually said she would go through with this little escapade, but Bob had gotten so excited, she didn't know how to burst his bubble without hurting him terribly. Maybe, nobody would even answer the ad, or all of them were unsuitable.

She knew she could find something wrong with each of them. The second day after the ad was posted, there must have been a hundred answers, with more coming in every hour. The answers without pictures were deleted immediately, also answers from whites or Hispanics. Their ad had specifically asked for a photo and blacks only.

If they're white or Hispanic, they're too ignorant to understand English. That still leaves us about 60 answers to sift through. It didn't take long to delete more than 50 of the prospects as unsuitable. HuCho found some small defect in the remaining hopefuls. Bob never gave her an argument whenever she pointed out something she didn't approve of.

It was the third day before they received an answer HuCho couldn't find a reason to reject. James was a handsome black, 28, well built and in the military. His photo showed him naked, except for a towel. He stated he had a thick, nine inch cock and could remain hard through multiple orgasms.

At first, HuCho said he was too young. Bob reminded her she wasn't looking for a boyfriend or husband. When she suggested he might have a disease, Bob told her the military didn't allow soldiers to run around with social diseases. She couldn't find any more excuses at the moment. Bob sent an e-mail asking their most likely prospect for a more detailed look at his lower body.

HuCho nervously waited for his reply, not knowing what else to do, or say. She felt trapped in a situation with no way out. Why had she let this happen? The reply finally came and he was more striking without the towel. His huge cock was long and hard, sticking up at a 45 degree angle. His body was a light chestnut brown, but his member was jet black with a dark purplish head peeking through the foreskin.

Staring at the photo, HuCho felt a shiver of fear when she thought she might be fucked by that monster. At the same time, she wondered if it was possible for her small body to accept such a huge cock. The forbidden thought brought a feeling of wetness between her thighs. Events slowly edged forward, as the couple talked with James on the phone.

At first, HuCho refused to speak with James, but the constant urging from Bob had her finally having their first conversation. She was amazed at his deep, cultured voice. He won her friendship when he spoke of his loneliness by being a thousand miles from home and family. She knew the feeling and lived with it every day.

It became a daily occurrence for James to call each evening, speaking with Bob and HuCho. The conversations slowly became more intimate and personal. James was anxious to arrange a meeting, but HuCho continued finding excuses to delay the inevitable. Late one Friday afternoon, the doorbell rang and Bob jumped up to answer. HuCho thought that strange, since he seldom liked answering the door.

Hearing him talking to someone, she thought it was a neighbor coming to visit. Looking up as they entered the living room, she saw a black man close behind Bob. Not recognizing James from his picture, she was startled when Bob introduced him. Embarrassment and shame flooded her face and she wished she could disappear into the sofa.

Seeing her embarrassment, James stepped forward and said. The two of us decided this was the only way we would ever meet. I see that was a bad mistake and poor judgement on our part. I'll leave now, but let me again tell you how sorry I am.

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