Jon & Jill

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Four

       After her visit to the Salon of Mistress Joanne, Jill found that Jon was becoming more of a strict master.  Jill liked that.  When she was not naked, he liked to see her in the new leather things he bought at the Salon or some other sexy revealing regalia.  He even had a dress suit made for Jill.  It consisted of a soft black leather mini-skirt, and a matching black leather jacket.  On one particular evening when the went out to dinner and a show, she wore this outfit with a white silk blouse, black stockings and black leather knee high boots.  She was stunning.  Life as Jon Folkkes sex slave was exciting.

       One day when Jon had to fly to Ft. Lauderdale, she had lunch with her mother, Anne.  It was not a pleasant lunch.  The company Anne worked for had declared bankruptcy.  Anne was out of a job, with no money coming in she could not pay her bills.  In this current economy, jobs were scarce.  This was especially true for a forty one year old woman.  No matter that she was a beautiful, vital woman and accomplished, the jobs were not there.  But, Anne did not want her troubles to overshadow lunch with her daughter, whom she loved dearly.

       “So,” said Anne.  “How are you doing with Jon Folkkes?  Are you still in love with him?

       Jill excitedly replied, “Oh, my God, yes.! He is everything I ever wanted in a man.  Mom, I don’t want to bore you  with inane details, but I am a very happy woman.”

       Anne was pleased, but had to ask, “Do you think you will ever marry him?”

       “I don’t know, but I would think so.  If he asks, I would say yes.”

       Anne made a curious remark, “Jill, you and I have talked about my relationship with your father, and you have admitted you are very sexually submissive.  I noticed a mark on your wrist that looks like marks left by being tied with a rope.  Does Jon whip you, or better yet, are you his slave, his sex slave?”

       Jill was silent, the admitted the truth.  “Yes…, Mom, Jon is my master, and to quote him, I am his abject, naked, bound and whipped sex slave.  Before you say anything, I love it.  In fact, a mutual friend told me about Jon and his tastes.  My company contracts with Jon’s company, so I worked with him.  I have had a crush on him for some time, so, I asked him about his involvement in BDSM.  We talked about it, and started to date, and quickly I became his slave.  He warned me, told me to get away from him because of his feelings about Master and slave relationships.  So, I knew up front what to expect, and he has not disappointed me.  I love him and I love being his sex slave.”

       Anne smiled, “Baby, I am so glad for you.  I know how you are like me.  I am so glad you are happy and have a master.  I know I sure miss your father, and him being my Master..  He was a beautiful master.  Women like us need men like Jon Folkkes.”

       The conversation stayed on subject, during which Jill told her mother about her visit to the Salon of Mistress Joanne.  Anne smiled as she admitted Jill’s father had taken her to a similar place, years ago.  All too soon, the lunch was over.  Anne had another job interview, and Jill needed to go buy groceries and be home when Jon arrived.

       Jill was moving about her and Jon’s home, tiding up the place.  Yes, she was naked, wearing her collar and cuffs, along with the requisite high heel pumps.  Her mind was troubled over the conversation she had with her mother.  She was saddened about her loss of a job.  She did not want her mother to have these kind of troubles.  She did not know what to do.  With the life style she and Jon enjoyed, she was sure he would not approve of having a mother in law living in his home, interfering in his sadistic sexual activities.  She felt helpless to assist her mother.

       Jon arrived from the airport about an hour later, finding a very depressed Jill.  Oh, yes, she greeted him at the door, hugging and kissing him, welcoming the Master home.  He could tell she had been crying.  Under serious questioning, she finally told him of her mother’s predicament.

       Jon Folkkes sat for a minute, his arm around Jill, holding her close.  “Look, I have no problem with helping your mother.  I like Anne, she’s a nice lady and a beautiful woman, and don’t want her to have this kind of problem.  Let me think about it, and maybe I can find a solution.  I hate to sound harsh, but she cannot live here.  I love our life, and the fact that you are the most perfect sex slave, and companion a man could ask for.  You and what we have are the most important things in my life.  I am not willing to give up what I have with you.”

       Jill felt so much better.  Jon was going to work on a solution.  Maybe they could help Anne, she hoped.  With that assurance, she led a hungry Jon Folkkes to the dining room and a delicious pot roast.  It was good to have him home, and to be his slave.

       After Jill had cleaned up the dinner dishes, she went into Jon’s office.  He was sitting at his desk finishing up his FAA flight logs.  He had showered and was nude.  Jill sat down on a little couch across from his desk.  She was still naked, wearing only her collar, wrist and ankle cuffs along with a pair of black leather high heel pumps.  He turned away from the desk to face her.

       “It’s been a long day, Lady.  We had some very bad storms over Florida, and we had one Hell of a time getting into Fort Lauderdale airport.  I took a couple of aspirins for my head ache, but I need a little something more.  Come over here and suck my cock for a bit.”

       A smiling Jill Combs jumped to her task.  Kneeling, she grasped his magnificent cock with her right hand, cupping his balls with her left hand, and began to suck his cock.  What a beautiful sight she was.  Her pretty mouth working his cock, while her delicate hands were making him feel much better. 

       This went on for about five minutes, when he said, “Slave, stop for a minute.  I think I have solved your mother’s problem.”

       Jill, on his insistence got up and sat down on his lap.  His arms wee around her as he kissed her and cuddled her.  His throbbing cock was pushing up against her ass. 

       “May I ask what solution you have come up with, kind Sir?”

       “Yeah, you can.  Look, Anne was a sex slave to your father.  She loved that life, and misses it very much.  I am thinking of letting her live here…, as a sex slave to me, just like you.”

       Jill was shocked.  “No!  She’s my Mom.  I couldn’t do that to her!”

       Jon put his hand tightly across her mouth, stiffening her words.  “Stop, just a minute!  You are my sex slave, and you never tell me no.  Listen to me.  You are my sex slave, and I mean to keep you that way.  Now, we have talked about me giving you to someone else, which means I may want to fuck and torment another man’s sex slave.  You know that will happen.  Now, your mother was a sex slave, and loved it.  The question should be, would your mother consent to be my sex slave.  You are my love, but she would be another sex slave to me.  I would make sure she had a good life.  She would live here with us.  There would be a generous allowance available to her.  I will pay her expenses like clothing, etc.  Anne would not have to worry about having a job, or the humiliation of hunting a job, or where she is going to live..  The only requirement is that she would be my complete abject naked bound sex slave, living by the same rules you live by.  She could never replace you, but it would be good for Anne, and I admit I kinda like the idea of two sex slaves.  Now, I am going to remove my hand from you mouth.  Sit here, and think about it.  What I want to hear from you is how we can do this, to make this happen.  Remember, the decision is hers, and hers alone.  If this does not appeal to her, then there is no problem.  I am not going to kidnap her.  She will have to want to be a slave, and come here on her own.  So, basically, you are wrong to yell ‘no‘ to me.  Stand up”

       Jill knew she had screwed up.  She did as Jon ordered.  She did not notice he pulled a penis gag from the top drawer of his desk.  He held it up to her mouth.

       “Open that sweet mouth of yours”, he commanded.

       Jill opened her mouth.  There was no thought of rebellion.  John pushed the large penis gag into her mouth, the pulled the straps to the nape of her neck and bucked it tightly, holding the gag deep into her mouth.  Next, he locked her leather wrists cuff behind her back.  Grasping one of her nipples he pulled her down the hall to the bed room, under and “eye” bolt mounted in the ceiling.  He made her bend over, letting her full breasts hang down, pointing towards the floor.  Using two strands of rope, he quickly wound the ropes around the base of her breasts, pulling the ropes tightly, causing them to balloon on her chest.  Making Jill stand up, he bound the two breast ropes together.  Another rope was tied to that rope, the other end was pushed through the ceiling eye bolt.  Jon pulled on the rope until it was taut, pulling Jill’s tightly bound breasts towards the ceiling.  When she was standing on her tip toes, much of her body weight suspended on her breasts, he tied the rope off.  Jill was in pain.  She looked down at her bound and abused breasts and whimpered softly.  Jon’s cock was hard.  Jon liked when she was in a predicament she could not control.  Any movement on her part would add to the distress on her breasts.  Her pretty blue eyes were looking pleadingly at Jon, as if to beg for mercy.  Jon paid no attention as he selected a flogger type whip from his dresser.

       Jon Folkkes walked around her to get a view of his beautiful sex slave, and to admire his handy work.  Using the whip, if lashed different luscious parts of her body.  Her ass, thighs, both front and back, and of course her pussy received their fair share of attention.  His select target, however, were her breasts, those bound beauties awaiting his consideration.  He leaned down and kissed each nipple, licking and nibbling on them.  This felt good.  Jill trembled with arousal at this delicious torment  His finger found her pussy, and pushed on inside this precious facility.  Jill closed her eyes as she enjoyed this intrusion.  Her cunt was hot, and it was wet.  He smiled as he stood up and pulled his hand from her pussy..  He raised his whip and brought it hard down on her bound breasts.

       Given the tight bondage he had forced onto them, her breasts did not move, only jiggled ever so slightly.  Jill moaned.  Again, and again, he lashed out at her breasts.  Because of their bondage, they were purplish, now there were whip striations on them.  When he had lashed each breast ten times, he ceased the whipping.  Jill was crying into her gag as tears ran down her cheeks and splashed on to her abused breasts.

       After releasing her breasts from the ceiling suspension, he untied them.  They ached as the blood flow was restored, sending signals to her pussy, creating more heat and moisture.  Jon picked her up and laid her on the bed, on her back, trapping her bound wrists under her.  He moved to where he was laying between her widely spread legs.  Jill was looking down, over her gag, watching Jon.  She did not know what he was going to do, and what ordeal he would put her through. 

       He was laying down on the bed between her widely spread legs, with his face above her pussy.  He smiled at her, then moved his face and mouth to her pussy.  When his tongue touched her whipped pussy lips, it was like a bolt of lightning struck her.  The pleasure was so great, it was almost painful.  His tongue slipped inside her, the danced around her nether lips.  She raised her hips to meet his lips and tongue.  She was rewarded as his tongue attacked her clit.  She nearly lost her mind when he did that.  In a matter of about thirty seconds she was cumming.  His tongue was relentless.  It kept lasing her clit, slipping inside, and then attacking her clit again.  Another climax exploded in her, then another, then it seems all her orgasms were running together.  With the penis gag in her mouth it was hard to breathe, or was she so buried in the depths of her own orgasms that she could not breathe.  It appeared that she passed out at one point. 

       When she came back to consciousness, Jon had stopped sucking her cunt.  He was now on top of her, his cock buried deep in the pussy.  He was fucking her like a man possessed.  Suddenly, he stiffened, and with a growl from deep in his chest, his cock erupted, spewing it’s whit hot molten contents into her waiting cunt.  He kept moving until he was spent, then he collapsed onto Jill.  After a moment or two, he pulled his cock from her well used and well whipped pussy and lay down beside her.  Jill could see beads of sweat on his face and chest.

       Jon lay there for a minute or two, then turned to Jill.  He put his arm under and around her, pulling her to his body.  With his other hand, he removed the penis gag from her mouth, then he kissed her.  A fully sated Jill returned his kiss, pressing her lips against his as hard and passionately as she could.  She loved this man, and what he does to her.  She could not imagine a life without him, the way he made love to her and his torture of her body.

       After they kissed, Jill pulled her head away from him, slightly, and whispered, “You’re right, Sir.  I am sorry I questioned you.  I will talk to my mother.  I think she would make a wonderful sex slave for you.”

       “Well, we will have to see about that.  It is up to Anne.  In the mean time, you need to be punished for questioning me, and using the world ‘no’, when you know that is not allowed.  I think tomorrow morning will be the prefect time for punishment.”

       Jill thought she had just been punished.  But, as she thought about it, there had been some pain, especially to her breasts, but then Jon had eaten her pussy and gave her a magnificent climax.  The she realized Jon was right, and perhaps she did need to be punished.

       Jon kissed her again.  His cock was rising to the occasion, again.  He started to put Jill on her back so he could fuck her again, but Jill made a request.

       “Jon, please, let me suck your cock for you.  I want to do this.  I want to worship you and your cock.”

       Jon smiled and lay back on his pillow.  He released Jill’s wrists, and watched as she did what she does best.  Jon knew he was one very fortunate man.  In the back of Jill’s mind, there was the thought that perhaps if she sucked Jon, giving him a wonderful cum, maybe that would lessen her punishment.

       Both Jon and Jill were up early.  One of his pilots was coming by to pickup the log books for the Gulfstream G5.  This pilot was flying to Anchorage with a full passenger load of oil executives.  Later in the day, Jon had a short hop to Denver and back.  He would take the smaller Beech KingAir 350.  Jon was dressed in a jogging suit, while Jill was wearing her usual high heel shoes, wrist and ankle cuffs, along with her collar.  Jon allowed her to wear a black silky robe, a very thin robe because of his pilot coming to the house..  In the bright light, it was see through, however in the subdued light of his living room and office, a casual observer was not sure he could see through the material, or if it was just shadows, or wishful thinking.  The robe was short, ending halfway between her knees and ass.  Much of her delicious legs and thighs were easily observed.

       Jill knew it might be possible for someone to see through the robe fabric, but she was Jon’s slave, and she would do as he said.  She was sure any observer would see her wrist and ankles cuffs, and possibly her collar.  She figured the best way was to act normal and not cause any undue attention to yourself.

       When Jon’s pilot, Mack Geiger, rang the front door bell, Jon told her to answer the door.  It was obvious Mack was not expecting such a beautiful woman to answer the door, so erotically dressed   Mack stood there, looking at Jill,  His eyes moved rapidly from her pretty face, down the front of the robe to her beautifully shaped legs.  His eyes did linger at her ankles, looked at the cuffs and high heel shoes.  Jill had to get his attention and invite him into the house.  Mack regained some control over his libido and came in. 

       Jon came into the living room, bringing the log books with him.  He and Mack Geiger had a short conversation about his flight to Alaska, then Mack left.  Even though Mack and Jon were talking, Mack’s eyes never left Jill.  Before he left, she could tell he had an erection by the tenting of the front of his trousers.  As soon as Mack left, she removed her robe.  Jon hugged her, kissing her and fondling her breasts.

       “Slave, you about drove poor old Mack crazy.  I should keep you out of sight, for his sanity, but it is fun to watch the reaction of men to you, especially like this morning.”

       Jill admitted to herself that it was enjoyable, and exciting to know that she could arouse a man like she did to Mack Geiger.  She reasoned  she was John’s slave, so if that is what he liked, the she would obey.

       Jon kissed Jill again, the got serious.  “Sweet Slave, you have some punishment coming this morning.  Go into my closet, and there is a black brief case there.  Bring it to me.”

       When Jill returned to the living room, Jon was sitting in a rather large overstuffed easy chair.  In her absence he had undressed, and was no sitting on the chair, naked, with a massive erection.  Jill handed the brief case to Jon.  He opened it and handed her a penis gag mounted on a leather strap, with a lockable buckle.

       Jon kissed her, then said, “I want you to gag yourself.  Make sure the strap holding the gag in your mouth is tight so the gag will not come out.”

       Jill put the penis gag into her mouth, pushing it in until it filled her pretty warm mouth, her lips wrapped around the base, now covered up with leather strapping.  She connected the buckle, and did pull it tight before it locked into position.  Jill closed her eyes for a second, and swallowed to overcome a slight gagging reflex.  Jon was now standing up with a collar in his hand.  Jill held her hands behind her back as he removed her collar and placed the new one around her neck.  This collar was wider, making her hold her head high.  There were “D” rings on the side and the front and back of the collar.  Using the wrists cuffs already on her, he locked them together in front of her.  He grasped her bound wrists and pulled them high, over her head and down to the back of her neck.  Quickly he used a piece of rope to bind her wrists to the back of her collar.  Now her posture was more erect, pushing her breasts out.  Jon was not through, and since this was new to Jill, and she knew she was going to be punished, she was concerned.

       Jon went back to the brief case and produced an item Jill has never seen.  Admittedly she had see pictures and videos showing out the device was used.  It was a rather large chrome plated hook.  It was smooth, and the thickness was not quite the size of a average cock.  Now, Jon told Jill to bend over  This she did.  He retrieved a tube of vaginal lubricant from the case.  With a dollop on his large finger, he lubricated the precious little brown “button” like entrance to her ass.  Then, using the same lubricant, he put some on the hook, known in BDSM circles as an “ass hook”.  Jill knew what was next.  Having never been in this position, she was nervous.

       Jon Folkkes was firm, but he was considerate.  Gently, but firmly, he inserted the ass hook in Jill ass hole, pushing it in until the was firmly lodged there.  Jill could feel the cold steel hook as it was slipped into her ass.  Jon made her stand up.  Now, he released the rope from her wrists to the collar.  He did leave the rope running through the “D” ring at the back of the collar, and still tied to her wrists cuffs.  He ran the rope down to the ass hook.  The ass hook had an “eye” loop at the top of the hook.  Jon ran the rope from her wrists, which were still pulled over her head and down behind her neck, through the loop on the top of the ass hook.  Pulling the rope very tight, he pulled her hands further down the back of the neck, towards her shoulder blades, and pulled the ass hook very deep into her ass.  He tied the rope off, thus placing Jill in a very strained position.  Her back was now very erect, her ass was stuck out by reason of the pulling pressure of the ass hook, while her breasts were pushed out because of her arms being pulled over her head, and down behind her neck, held there by a very tight rope.  Jon could see the distress in her eyes.

       Jon Folkkes loved what he saw.  This new bondage displayed Jill to her best.  He ran his hands over her breasts, feeling how taut they were.  As he touched them, her nipples hardened.  Jill’s breasts seemed to quiver.  He smiled as he ran his fingers down and into her cunt.  He wasn’t sure what he would find, given the stressed bondage she was under.  To his delight, he found she was soaking wet with hot pussy juice.  He started to finger fuck her, pressuring her clit.  With in a moment, Jill was moaning softly behind her gag, and her hips were moving, which was quite a feat considering how she was restrained.

       Jon sat down on the easy chair, and while stroking his painfully rigid cock he ordered, “Slave, walk around the room so I can see you.”

       He loved what he saw.  Jill was magnificent, as sadist’s fantasy.  He sat there watching her walk, thinking that the next time he should put leg irons on her, with a short chain between her ankles.  This would restrict her walked, making her more helpless than she is.  The minced steps would maker her raised breasts jiggle more erotically.

       Jill was in an erotic fog.  She was uncomfortable, but not in terrible pain.  Her ass felt as if it was full, and the stress on her ass was noticeable.  As she walked around the room, she could feel the ass hook moving in her ass as she moved.  She tried to ease the stress on her ass by trying to push her arms further over her head and back down towards her ass, but that didn’t work.  The rope was run through the “D” ring at the back of her collar.  Every time she moved her hands and arms, it put stress on her collar and neck.  She did notice when she was trying to relieve the stress on her ass hole, it forced her breasts to an even more prominent position.  She stood there with her eyes closed, trying to assess her bondage.  She quickly realized she was aroused by her predicament, very aroused.  Jill could see her reflection in a mirror mounted on the wall.  What she saw was very erotic, and sexy.  Her image would arouse any man to keep her as a prisoner, and cause him to torture and abuse her.  That thought alone was exciting to her.  As she looked a her image, she could see Jon as he walked up beside her.  He was sporting a very large erection and carrying a crop.  Jon’s cock seemed to be throbbing with the beat of his heart.  He turned her and made her walk to the center of the room.  He walked around her, inspecting her and the bondage which held her.  He loved the position of her body caused by the way her wrists were bound to the large ass hook.

       John reached out and fondled her uplifted breasts, then ran his hand down to her smoldering pussy again.  “Damn, woman, your are enough to drive a man wild.  There are times when I am flying somewhere, I have to really concentrate on what I am doing, because you are always on my mind.  My cock is hard most of the time because of you.”

       Jill liked what he said.  She was still thinking about that when there was an explosion on her ass.  Jon had struck her with the crop he was carrying.

       “Don’t move, Cunt, or you will be punished.  Just stand there with your legs spread.”

       Jill moved her high heel shorn feet, effectively spreading her legs leaving her cunt vulnerable.  Jon walked around her, bring his crop down on one sensitive spot, then moving on to another.  Jill never knew which would be the next target, her breasts, pussy ass, or thighs.  His crop was a significant punisher.  Before long her body was a fire, tingling and burning with the rise and fall of the crop.  Yet, even as she felt the pain, her pussy was beginning to boil.  She could swear her pussy juices were running down the insides of her thighs.

       He changed tactics.  Using the crop, he directed and drove her toward the couch.  Once there, he required her to kneel in front of the couch facing the seat cushion.  As soon as she did so, he pushed her face and breasts down onto the cushion, leaving her hook impaled ass sticking out to him.  Also, this position was forcing the hook deeper in her ass.

       Without any ceremony, Jon kneeled behind her and placed his cock at the sweet hot mouth of her pussy.  Jill was about to lose her mind.  She felt his cock and wanted it in her.  Her dreams came true as she felt his cock enter her heated passage.  He fucked her like a man possessed.  As he fucked her, he would grasp the rope between her wrists and the ass hook, and pull on it, pushing the hook ever deeper.  This was all she needed.  Her climax came in like the molten lava from a volcano.  It seemed the heat from Jon’s cock was scalding her insides.  A second cum was on it’s way.  She was losing a battle for her sanity.  As the second climax stormed in she could think of only what Jon was doing to her, and she never wanted it to stop.

       She did come down from her erotic high, finally.  She felt Jon’s rigid cock slide from her pussy.  Jill felt him untie the rope from the ass hook, then he removed the hook.  He moved around and sat down n the couch, making Jill move to between his thighs, facing his cock, still hard and gleaming with her juices.  The he did a curious thing.  Her wrists were still locked together, with the rope still attached.  He ran the rope through the “D” ring on the front of her collar.  He pulled it, bringing her wrists and hands closer to her collar.  When her hands were less twelve inches from her face, he tied the rope off.  Now she was bound with her wrists in front of her face.

       Jon explained, “Sweet Thing, you are bound and gagged.  You will stay that way.  You will lean forward and grasp my cock with your bound hands and give me a hand job, making me cum.  You will notice my cock is aimed directly at your face.  I am leaving you gagged for a special reason  When I cum, I will be shooting my cum onto your beautiful face and magnificent tits.  Do your best.”

       Jill nodded her head.  Jon struck a reclining pose on the couch, sliding his body and cock nearer to her.  Jill did lean in and grasped his cock with her bound hands.  Jill loved his cock and went to work on it.  It did not take too long.  Jon was very aroused, and ready for a climax.  As she jacked him off, his cock was indeed pointed directly at her face.  Jon leaned back and enjoyed what was happening.  He was facing a decision, however.  On one hand, he wanted to lay back, close his eyes and enjoy what Jill was doing to him.  On the other hand, he wanted to watch her as she worked, and watch as his cum spattered on her face and tits.  What to do?  Well, he did both.  He watched her for a moment, then closed his eyes and concentrated on what she was doing.  As his cum got closer, he opened his eyes and watched her.  Soon, his cock erupted, shooting scalding jets of cum onto her pretty face and awesome tits.  She could feel his issue splattering against her face and  her breasts.  The cum on her face dripped down onto her breasts.  Jill kept jacking his cock, making sure he had finished his climax.  Then she waited for his next move. 

       Jon roused himself and sat up.  Jill was still holding his receding cock.  He removed her gag and kissed her, whereupon, Jill took his cock into her mouth, sucking his cock clean.

       Jon leaned down, kissing her, he said, “Jill, you are incredible.  I love you.”

       Jill’s heart sang.  Jon’s words were precious and held in her heart as a treasure beyond the value of gold.  She was very happy.

       Jill leaned up and kissed Jon, “Sir, I love you, too.”