Pilled, thrilled and fulfilled        

part 1

The waitress had two drinks on her tray - a tall Killian's Red in a frosted mug for me and a Margarita on the rocks for my wife.  I wouldn't typify our relationship as truly Master/slave; however, “m” allows me to play occasionally, which keeps me completely satisfied and always coming back for more.

I took a long sip of my beer while she stirred her drink.  The two vicoden tablets lay in front of her.  My preference, and I suppose m's too, is to get her obliterated when we play.  This way, she has a built in excuse as to why she did all those wonderful things for and to me.  I raised my mug to toast her; she picked up the vicoden, popped them in her mouth, clinked my mug with her glass and took five deep sips of her Margarita.  This is one of my rules, when she drinks, she must take five sips each time.

We chit-chatted until the waitress came back to take our meal order.  I put my right index finger to my lips to signify silence from m and then proceeded to order her another Margarita, a bowl of French Onion Soup and a small salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing, all were her favorites.  For me, it was just a Rueben Sandwich.  Once the waitress left, I took out two more vicoden, gave them to her and watched as she downed them, finishing her Margarita.  I could tell that she was beginning to get a little light-headed as her movements were becoming a bit slower and more deliberate.  The waitress returned and placed a fresh Margarita on the table.  I held up five fingers and m didn't hesitate, she picked up her drink and took five, long, deep sips, which put a wicked grin on her face.  I told her to go to the ladies' room and take off her bra and panties.  Without hesitation, m was gone.

I knew I would have enough time to go out to the car before she returned.  In the car, I had our suitcase for our overnight play date.  Of course, it contained the essentials and it also my slave's mid-thigh length leopard spotted coat, black thigh highs, her black "come fuck me pumps" and the rest of our toys.  I opened the car door, the suitcase was on the back seat.  With a quick unzip, her leopard coat, thigh highs and shoes, which were right on top, were in my arms.  I picked them up, closed the car and went back into the pub.  I folded the coat and thigh highs nicely and placed them on top of the shoes on the booth seat next to me, which obscured it from everyone's view.  No sooner had I done that, then m came strutting back to the booth, obviously without her bra on and presumably without panties.  Sitting down, she placed both on the table.  They were one of my favorite sets, tangerine in color.  However, today she wasn't wearing panties, she had worn the matching thong.  I picked them up and put them beside me, which happened to be on top of her leopard coat, thigh highs and shoes, unbeknownst to her.  I reached into my pocket and took out four more vicoden, placing them on the table. 

m looked at the vicoden and it was obvious she wasn't seeing very clearly as she strained to focus on them.  Slowly, she reached down, picked one up, placed it in her mouth and took five, somewhat tiny sips of her drink and proceeded to do this three more times, which brought a huge smile to my face.  When m gets high and/or drunk or both, to me it is plainly obvious as her eyes, which are one of her best assets, begin to glaze over and their movements are not as rapid or precise.  The waitress came back with m's soup and salad along with my Rueben.  I picked up my beer, looked at the waitress and toasted my angel.  To the best lover a husband ever had!  m picked up her Margarita, clinked my mug and I just winked at her.  She understood the signal and downed her drink.  Before I took a sip of mine, I ordered us both one more.  The waitress left without another word and we enjoyed our meals.

The waitress returned shortly with our last round.  By this time, m was just about to the point I love and I planned on taking her just one, tiny step beyond.  Few words were spoken as we finished our meals, but I kept an intense, dominating gaze upon my little slut.  The waitress was right on the ball as when we finished eating, she was there to remove everything except our drinks and placed the bill on the table.  m had a little less than half her Margarita left and my beer was just about finished.  I got up and nuzzled my way into her booth seat and sat down.  My right hand went up to right breast and I tweaked her nipple through her top, which produced a very pronounced nipple erection.  Then, I reached into my pocket and pulled out two more vicoden.  I brought them up to m's lips, which she parted nicely and placed them on her tongue.  I picked up my beer as she picked up her drink and I made another toast.  "To the most beautiful woman in the world and to the start of a night I will never forget and one you may not remember!"  She giggled, took five long sips and the last one produced the telltale slurp of the drink being finished.  It was time to put the plan into motion.

I got up, put the money on the table to pay the bill, leaving a sizable tip.  m got out of the booth seat, stood up, wobbled a bit and giggled some more.  I reached over to the other side of the booth and she assumed I was getting her bra and thong, which was partially correct.  I saw the surprise in her eyes as she saw the other articles of clothing in my hands.  I started walking toward the restrooms.  Without hesitation, m did not need to be told to follow.  This is an older pub, with limited seating and the old-style, single person restrooms.  I opened the Men’s door and held it open as m walked in.  I locked the door behind us.  By the time I turned around, m already had her top off and was unbuttoning her jeans, which she slipped off as I admired her.  There she stood, in the Men’s Restroom, without a stitch of clothes on.  What a sight and how lucky I was.

“You are one, hot, fucking cunt and you know that, don't you?”  The question must have caught her off guard, as there wasn't an immediate answer, just a fractured smile.  “Regardless of what you think, I know you are!  I have two more vicoden in my pocket, which you're going to take now.”  Puzzled, she looked at me “Here?  With what?”  I just smiled and she knew.  Immediately, she dropped to her knees, opened her mouth and I placed the pills on her tongue, which retreated into her mouth.  Quickly, she unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and in one quick motion, pushed them and my underwear down to my knees.  She took my cock and held it up to her still parted lips.  With some muscle control on my part, the stream was slow enough that I was able to fill her mouth without splattering or dripping.  With her mouth full, she closed her lips and eyes and took a big swallow.  Still holding my cock, she opened her mouth, but not her eyes and directed my cock back to her open mouth, which brought a priceless smile to my face, unfortunately, which m never saw.  Again, I filled her mouth with my hot piss.  This time, instead of swallowing, she slowly dribbled some on her chest, which she massaged into her tits.  Still not having her eyes open, she dribbled a bit more, now, on her belly, swirling it with her hands from the bottom of her tits to the top of her cunt and around her waist toward her back on both sides.  Finally, she opened her eyes and stood up.  Her face was only inches from mine when I heard and saw the distinctive sound and look of a big swallow.

I gave her the thigh highs and she leaned on the sink to steady herself while she slipped her right leg into the first one and then put on her come fuck me pump.  The left one went on just as smoothly along with the shoe and there she stood, well, swayed might be a better word, and I helped her on with her coat.  There are three large buttons on this coat, and as typical, she buttoned the middle one first.  As her hands reached for one of the other ones, I gently grabbed her hands and stopped her.  I picked up her top, jeans and bra and thong and walked to the door.  Unlocking it, I slowly opened the door and watched as m walked passed me and out of the restroom.  Was it me, or did everyone in the pub stare at her on our way out?  Since I was behind her, I am certain there were flashes of the tops of her thigh highs as she strutted her stuff.  Her strut was really a controlled stumble, due to her current state of intoxication.

m pushed the door open to exit into a bright, sunny day.  The car was parked in the third space in front of the door, so it was a very short walk.  m stood at the passenger door while I came around to open her door.  Before I put the key in the lock, I unbuttoned the one button on her coat, which fell partially open.  Taking a step back, I could plainly see m’s cleavage, her navel, the tops of her stockings and best of all, her little landing strip of pubic hair.  I opened the door, m got in and her somewhat limp body melted into the passenger seat.  her coat slipped down her right side, completely exposing her right leg and stocking top, her cunt and her right tit, however, she made no attempt to cover up.  I went around, got into the driver's seat and without saying a word, drove off.  Nothing pleases me more than when she let's it all hang out, realistically and figuratively as she was doing at this very moment.  Although m is thirty-four years old and we have two children, she is still smoking hot with 36C tits, a flat stomach, no stretch marks, is 5'4", weighs 129 pounds and a has model's face.  So, yes, I love to exhibit her and with her present state of mind, she doesn't mind me doing so.

I drove us to Lover's Lane, which is basically an upscale Adult Porn/Book/DVD/Lingerie store.  With the car stopped, m finally opened her eyes.  I don't think she was asleep, I just think the conscious effort to keep them open was being suppressed.  she focused, and realized where we were.  "Remember I told you I wanted to get the wireless, remote vibrator for you?  So I could put it inside of you, then take you out?"  "Well, let's go in and get one!"

Speed isn't one of great attributes anyway and today, slow and steady is about as fast as she was going to move.  I got out, went around, opened her door and she proceeded to get out.  With her coat still unbuttoned, she was a heavenly vision, showing off just about everything she had.  I reached over and buttoned the middle button.  Between the vicoden and the drinks, she was in the right condition for the rest of the day...

end of part 1

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Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled

part 2

m clutched my arm as we entered the store, which was probably due to her being wobbly-kneed.  The store was empty except for the two sales women who were milling around, either adjusting stock or waiting for the next client.  The younger of the two, no more than twenty-five approached us.  "Hello, my name is Jennifer, may I help you find something?" she asked.  "I am looking for a wireless, remote controlled vibrator for my wife." I told her as m smiled brightly.  "We just got a new one, it's egg-shaped and the remote controls five levels of vibration and three different types of vibration.  Follow me."  We followed her to the back, right corner of the store.  Jennifer picked a package off the rack and handed it to me.  "I have sold a number of these and several customers have returned and gave it a very good review, and best of all, it comes with batteries!" she said, winking at m. 

"Sold!"  As we started walking to the counter, I quickly turned and looked directly at Jennifer.  "While I am at the front counter putting in the batteries, I would like you to help my pet find some other items.  she needs a new leather collar, new leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a butt plug and nipple clamps with a chain."  Jennifer took m by the hand and said "It will be my pleasure to help."

Barb, the older clerk and I were amazed to find nine of the button-type batteries in the package.  Seven of them went into the egg and two went into the remote.  It wasn't as easy installing them as either anticipated as I worked on the egg and left the remote to the Barb.  Thankfully, they had a small, Phillips screwdriver handy to open the battery compartments. 

It took us about five minutes to complete the battery installations.  I pushed a button on the remote and the egg started to rapidly dance around on the counter top.  I immediately turned it off as m and Jennifer returned.  I noticed Jennifer was only carrying the butt plug and nipple clamps with chain and then moved my gaze to m, who was wearing the collar and both sets of cuffs.  "I thought it would please my Master" was all she said.  Jennifer put both items on the counter.

I showed m the remote control, which she really wasn't interested in, since she wouldn't be handling it, then I place the egg in her hand.  While she held it gently, I switched it on.  "Wow, it's got some muscle.  I can't wait to see how it feels."  At that, I looked at both clerks, and was certain they knew the question about to be asked.  "Would it be possible for me to insert it here?"

They looked at each other, knowing full well this was not the most unusual request, nor would it be the most unusual happening that ever occurred in their store.  Barb answered "If you wouldn't mind stepping behind the counter, I don't see a problem with having Jennifer insert it, since she's already been such a great help, I am sure she would welcome the opportunity."  m looked at me anxiously as in all our previous playing, no one, man or woman had ever touched her beside me.

"I think that would be a wonderful idea!  And as luck would have it, my slave isn't wearing any panties."  I picked up the egg, placed it to m's lips, slowly pushing it into her mouth so she could get it wet, which I didn't think was really necessary.  However, considering the circumstances at that very moment, I knew it would produce enjoyment for me, Barb and Jennifer.  I gently clutched m's arm and directed her behind the counter.  Jennifer took a good look at her, from head to toe and smiled.  "I have waited on many men that have come in here to purchase toys, bondage equipment and the like, but this is the first time I have ever met the other half of the equation."  It was then she saw there was only one button holding m's coat closed and she slowly unbuttoned it.

The coat parted ever so slightly and she saw only bare skin behind it.  She knelt down and slowly pushed opened the bottom hem of the coat to reveal m's auburn colored, small strip of pubic hair.  Jennifer stroked each of m's thighs, which produced a shiver and quick gasp of air.  "My slut needs to spread her legs to provide easy access, wouldn't you agree?" I asked, looking directly at m.  Although she still had the egg in her mouth, the "Yes Master" reply was discernable, albeit a bit muffled.  m shifted her weight about and spread her feet much further than shoulder width apart.  Jennifer touched m's wet sex and without any effort, slid the two middle fingers of her right hand into her cunt.  "I don't believe I will have any trouble inserting the vibrator!"  She stood up and looked directly into m's eyes.  The short wire antenna of the egg was hanging from m's lips and Jennifer took hold of it.  She pulled on it as m opened her mouth and the egg slowly began to appear.  When it was completely out of her mouth, Jennifer held it between her fingers and thumb of her right hand and went down on one knee.  m's eyes said it all.  They were wide and staring straight ahead.  she knew it was not necessary to watch what was happening, she could feel every movement.  her entire body was on fire as she was flushed from head to toe.  Instead of slow, erotic insertion, Jennifer shoved in the egg into m's cunt, hard and deep, causing her to jump up on her tiptoes.  Even before Jennifer could remove her fingers, I had the vibrator on medium, producing a loud moan from m.

"I think your slave is enjoying her new toy" Barb said as she smiled at me, "and I bet she could easily have an orgasm."  "Oh, I plan on making her cum, just not quite yet" I said as I picked up the nipple clamps and let them drape over my right index finger so both clamps dangled freely.  "You like having your nipples clamped, don't you my pet?" I asked m.  A faint "I do, Master" was uttered all she uttered.

"Since I am controlling the vibrator and Jennifer inserted the egg, would you like to put the nipple clamps on her?" I asked Barb.  "It's been a long time since I did something like this and I never really thought the opportunity would present itself again, so yes, I would love to make your little bitch squirm."  Obviously, maybe it was in another lifetime and another place, but Barb certainly seemed to have some past experiences to draw upon. 

Barb took the nipple clamps, one in each hand and slowly pinched them together, opening the ends.  These clamps had the screw adjustments on them, however, Barb did not make any adjustments and they would exert full pressure on each of m's nipples.  Barb bent slightly forward, opening her mouth and sucked m's left nipple into her mouth.  After a few prolonged sucks, she let the nipple go, which was now standing at full attention.  "In my experiences, it is much easier to attach nipple clamps to erect nipples" she said before she sucked on m's right nipple.  Taking a small step back, still with both clamps fully cocked, Barb extended her hands until each clamp touched the top and bottom side of each of m's nipples.  Without hesitation, Barb let go of each clamp simultaneously and they both bit into their intended targets.  m closed her eyes, winced and bit her lower lip, but did not scream, which made me proud.  At that moment, I thrust the remote to high, changing the look o m's face to enjoyment.

m stood there behind the counter, feet wide apart, the nipple chain dangling down and swinging freely, with the vibrator producing its desire effect.  she was very close to cumming.  "Since the vibrator is on high and I don't have to operate it any longer, I may as well have some fun too" I said placing the remote on the counter and picking up the butt plug package.  I tore the package open and inspected the toy.  It wasn't the thinnest model.  It was about six inches long and probably an inch and a half at its widest, just large enough to continually feel it, but not so big that if left inserted for long periods would become uncomfortable or dangerous.  m's hips were swaying back and forth, causing a rythmic effect on the nipple clamps.  m had been watching me the whole time and already had her mouth open as she knew I would never insert a butt plug into her without the proper lubrication.  After fucking her mouth with some dozen thrusts of the butt plug, it was extremely wet from tip to base.  I moved around back and told m to lean onto the counter and arch her back, giving me easy access to her ass.  her rosebud was puckered, but once I positioned the butt plug and began pushing, m's asshole opened up and swallowed the butt plug up to the base.  At that very moment, m began the first shudders of her orgasm.  "you don't plan on cumming just one time, do you sweetheart?" I asked m.  Struggling to focus, she replied "No Master, how many times would you like your slave to cum?"  I think that should be up to Barb and Jennifer, "How many times ladies?"  Jennifer deferred to Barb, who answered "Oh, seven has always been my favorite number and I think fuck-toy here should count them off out loud."

Before Barb completed her sentence, m yelled "ONE!" and we all stood witness to six more screams, each successive one a little louder as the orgasms built in intensity.  Here we were, standing behind the counter, watching my slave gloriously cum for us and no one noticed the couple that entered the store after her fifth orgasm, who slowly approached the counter and were mesmerized by what they were witnessing.  Barb finally took notice and walked over to them.  "We are testing out a new, wireless remote control vibrator and I believe the testing is producing fantastic results, wouldn't you agree?" she asked the couple.  They both just smiled.  The wife looked at Barb and asked "Could you show us one of those?"  All the husband could do was smile...

end of part 2

Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled

Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled

part 3

Jennifer quickly turned to the couple, took the wife by the hand and offered to help them find the vibrator.  m, who obviously was exhausted after seven orgasms placed her full weight on the counter to steady herself.  Perspiration was beading on her face and little rivulets of sweat were running down her chest and belly.  Barb, knowing we had a close call a moment ago, helped m to a more upright position and rebuttoned the one button on her coat.  "My, my, it was invigorating to once again control such a precious creature" she said to m while moving in closer to her.  "In all my years of experience, you are near the top of the list of submissives who truly know what Domination/submission is really about" she continued with her nose just about touching m's.  Barb reached around, her left arm clutching m's back. her placed her right hand on m's ass and pulled her in closer.  Their lips touched, m's mouth opened she became a dishrag in Barb's arms.  The long, deep and passionate kiss was not one sided as it was apparent both tongues were rapidly dancing and exploring each other's mouth.  Barb tightened her grip on m, which resulted in an increased tongue assault by both parties.  Their kiss lasted about thirty seconds when Barb finally broke their lip-lock, took a step back and sighed.  "I really am envious of you" she said looking at me.  "It's been many years since I was able to play with such a pretty submissive and this has brought back feelings, emotions and excitement I thought I would never experience again.  Thank you for coming in today!"  I thought I saw the beginning of a tear forming in the corner of Barb's left eye as she walked over to the cash register to ring up our purchases.  Whatever the total, this visit was worth it.

I reached into my pant's pocket and removed my money clip, a leash and a double-sided snap hook, which I had picked out of the suitcase earlier.  Before Barb was able to finalize the total sale, I had the leash attached to m's collar and had her wrists linked together behind her back with the double-sided snap hook.  m was still panting slightly and was completely awash in sweat from her ordeal.  Without being told, she stood up straight, brought her feet together and was presenting herself like a good slave should.  I paid Barb and told her we didn't need any of the packaging since everything we just bought was already used.  I quickly turned on one heel, gently pulled on the leash and me, the proud Master, escorted his beautiful slut to the front door.  "Good-bye!"  I heard shouted from the rear of the store by Jennifer.  "Hope to see you soon!"

I pushed the door open, the sunshine was brilliant and the air was cool and refreshing.  The car was parked three spots from the door, unfortunately, minimizing the possibility of someone seeing us.  m took some long, deep breaths trying to clear the cobwebs from her head as we slowly made our way down the sidewalk.  I shortened the leash to about a foot, bringing up my right hand high enough so m was only inches from me.  I pulled the leash forward, puckered my lips, placed them on hers and proceeded to enjoy a long, very erotic kiss.  I kept the leash tight so my captive couldn't move away, not that she wanted to.  My left hand went down, parting the bottom of her coat.  I reached in, finding the heat of her body overwhelming.  Feeling the wet of her sex was an intensely stimulating sensation that I took full advantage of.  I cupped her cunt in my hand, which was immediately covered with her still flowing juices.  Pulling up slightly, I moved the antenna wire from between my fingers and then making my fingers and thumb into a cone, I was able to get all of them into her up to the third knuckle, touching the egg.  Without breaking our kiss, m's eyes opened widely.  I pulled my face away from hers and was greeted with a look I have witnessed many times; the look that drives me up the wall; the look that says "i'm yours, do what you want with me."  Removing my left hand from her cunt, which was now dripping wet, I brought it up to her face and wiped off the juices all over her face.  I love the smell of fresh cunt all over m's face.  With my hand dry and m's face slowly drying, I led her toward the car.

After placing m in the passenger seat, with her hands still cuffed behind her, the leash still attached to the collar and her composure reappearing, I drove off.  she was a vision sitting there.  The drying cunt juice on her face was glistening in the sunshine and I couldn't help but think how lucky of a man I was.  This made my resolve even stronger to take m places, both literally and figuratively, she had never been before.  If, on a scale of 1 to 100, with 100 being everything and anything I ever wanted, without regard to m, our previous high was probably something around 60 or 70 on that scale.  I pushed, sometimes pretty hard, but I always had m's feelings and best interests in mind, first and foremost.  However, in the past year or so, m has dropped hints, many more recently and less subtly, that she would enjoy being pushed to the edge, having that tingle of fear, maybe even crossing the line and going where her nightmares, and my fantasies, were kept.  "Enjoying this day so far?" I asked.  "Mmmmm, yes Master" she responded, still with her eyes closed.  "It's just the beginning as I have all sorts of evil plans for you."

her eyes opened and she finally looked at me "Do you mean..."  I cut her off, "Yes, today I plan on taking our play to a new level, one I have fantasized about for many years, one you seemed to have expressed interest in lately.  Am I right?" I asked.  "But Master, do you think i'm ready to go there?" she questioned.  "Only you can answer that.  You know I would never permanently hurt you, physically or emotionally, so if you give me the green light, we can begin a journey down a path we have never explored.  In the past, we've never played so hard that I felt a need for a safe word, however, today, right now, I believe it's important that you have one" I explained.  "Why?  I trust you implicitly" m said softly.  "I know you do, however, if you should find yourself in a situation today that you can't handle, I want you to know you have the ability to stop it.  Immediately, without question, without anger.  I am going to push you, push you very hard.  I want your anxiety to be transformed into sexual energy.  I want you to take you well passed any limits you ever thought you had, to see how much you really want to give to me" I continued.  "Is that were you want to go?  I want complete control today, without hesitation, without question, but, in the end, you will have a safe word.  Are you willing to let go and enjoy the ride?" I asked.

There was silence for few seconds before m spoke.  "i don't want a safe word.  i don't want to know in the back of my mind that  i have the ability to stop anything you're doing to or with me.  If i had a safe word, when a situation became uncomfortable, bordering on unbearable, i would probably be focusing on whether to use it or not and not concentrating on what's happening at that particular moment" she said in her defense.  "Does that make sense to you?  i love you so much and i know you love me equally, that i can put myself in your hands, with complete and total control of me and know, without a shadow of a doubt that you will never, ever do anything either of us would regret later."

I was stunned and speechless, which never happens to me.  m didn't wait for an answer, she settled back in the seat, closed her eyes, took a very deep breath and smiled brightly.

end of part 3

Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled

Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled

part 4

The thought of questioning her revelation occurred to me for an instant, however, it was clear m had given this a great deal of thought and I was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  The rest of the day's itinerary, which was firmly planted in my head, suddenly blew up and my mind was rearranging it by the second.  I made a quick right turn and began heading south, to a spot that was not previously planned.  As we drove, m never opened her eyes.  she was relaxing nicely as she probably knew, she would need every ounce of energy for the rest of the day and night. 

It took about fifteen minutes to get there.  This part of town was only for the adventurous, however, it was far from unsafe.  There were many people about, as the shop was located on the southeast corner of a busy intersection.  Having been here a number of times, I drove around back to the alley and parked.  I stepped out of the driver's door and walked around to where my precious cargo was seated.  There was the typical litter for the area strewn around - broken beer bottles, a soiled baby's diaper, several used condoms and a black lace bra.  m's eyes finally opened as I pushed the latch of the door.  I pulled the leash gently to help in leveraging her out of passenger seat.  she placed her come fuck me pumps on the pavement, waited for me to pull harder on the leash and assist her the rest of the way out of the car.  m looked up and saw the neon sign, which was still glowed brightly, even in the strong sunlight.  In large, bold, script lettering, LIFESTYLES, NEWS and ENTERTAINMENT was spelled out in blood red neon, with a noticeably smaller font below letting everyone know that LIFESTYLES, NEWS and ENTERTAINMENT stocked magazines, DVDs, erotic lingerie, leather goods and other adult toys.

I opened the back door and didn't need to tug the leash as m was already proceeding to enter.  she walked slowly in front of me, her head moving quickly back and forth trying to digest the environment.  There were about a dozen men either looking at magazines, checking out the video covers or talking with one and other or the clerk behind the counter.  All movements and conversations ceased when they saw m.  It probably wasn't apparent to everyone yet that her hands were cuffed behind her and the collar she was wearing had a leash attached to it, however, that didn't prevent everyone from staring.  "Take a picture boys, it'll last longer and you can use it over and over" m said loudly, to no one in particular.  she was generally reserved, maybe even shy when we played in public as she wasn't a natural born exhibitionist.  However, today, it appeared she enjoyed being the focus of everyones' attention.  "Master, I told you all the perverts in here would love to see what an honest to goodness slave looked like, didn't I?" she asked turning toward me and giving me a wink that I could only interpret as she knew what she was doing and it would be best if I just followed her lead.

"My dear, since you spoke out of turn, you know what's going to happen, don't you?" I fired back in a loud, stern voice.  "I'm sorry Master, it's just that it makes me so hot and wet knowing that all these guys probably have hardons right now!" she continued.  I pulled the leash hard, jerking her head and neck toward me.  Grabbing the D-ring of her collar, I pulled her in close to me so we were nose to nose.  "Did I give you permission to speak slut?" I chided.  "No Master." was her short reply.

I pulled the collar closer to my shoulder so my lips were next to m's right ear and whispered "Remember, it was your choice about not having safe word."  I let the collar go, still holding the leash tightly as I observed m's face flush at first, then go completely white.  she was now in a place she'd never been before knowing she had no safety net.  Although I had never experienced it first hand, I had read a great deal about the endorphins released when a person is in the state of fear and how closely this parallels sexual arousal.  I unbuttoned her coat, reaching in to see how wet she was and found that I didn't have to touch m's cunt as her juices were running down her thighs, causing the tops of her thigh highs to be wet.  I just smiled.

I began walking with her in tow, the coat now opened, displaying her nipple chain, but no nipples and her cunt was fully visible.  I paid particular attention to the looks and stares from the customers in the store, which strengthened the hardon I was sporting in my pants.  Stopping at the counter, I asked the clerk, who appeared to be in his early forties and has probably seen just about everything possible in this store, where the crops, whips and bondage equipment were.  He politely pointed to the right wall, about half way down the first aisle.  "The store policy is that if you use it in here, you must buy it" he said as we began to walk toward the display.  Quite obviously, he'd been there, done that and knew what I had in mind.

m walked a slight step behind me so the leash was plainly visible from my right hand to her collar.  Knowing she displeased me only moments earlier, she kept her head down and didn't make eye contact with anyone.  I stopped abruptly, see exactly what I was looking for.  There on the wall hung a black leather crop, about two feet in length, with a nicely wrapped handle and the end was in the shape of a hand; just what the doctor ordered!  I picked it up, admiring the workmanship.  It was flexible, but on the stiff side.  The hand was about two inches high and an inch and a half wide, which would leave a wonderful mark, whether on m's ass, thighs, belly or tits. 

m didn't notice when I placed my left hand in my pant's pocket.  However her head came up quickly as her back arched when she felt the first sensations of the egg's vibrations.  she looked at me, again, with those same eyes and same pout as she did while we were in Lover's Lane.  "I wonder what would look better, my hand print on your ass or the mark this crop will leave?" I rhetorically asked her.  "Would anyone like to offer their opinion?" I said loudly, so everyone in the store would hear.

Apparently, it didn't take much coaxing for three of the men to wander over to us, two of whom were twenty-somethings and the other, a very dignified gentleman in his fifties.  I reached into my right hand pant's pocket and found the other double-sided snap hook.  Pulling the leash, I grabbed m's cuffed hands, uncuffed them, leaving the double-sided snap hook on the left wrist cuff and placed the other double-sided snap hook on the right wrist cuff.  With her arms now at her side, I began to slip off m's coat and removed it in one, quick motion.  I wasn't sure, but there seemed to be the noticeable sound of material being stretched its limit as the audience began raping m with their eyes.  There was a rack to my left with some bondage clothing hung on it where I placed m's coat.  "Bend over slut so I can attach your wrist cuffs to your ankle cuffs" I ordered.  she stays in great shape, not that she works out often, but m does perform some ritualistic stretching every morning as she likes to stay very limber for me.  Without bending at the knee, the palms of her hands were virtually touching the tops of her come fuck me pumps and I snapped each free side of the double-sided snap hooks to the D-ring on the appropriate ankle cuff.

"Look, she's got a plug in her ass" I overheard one of the twenty-somethings say to the older gentleman.  "Mmm, hmm" he replied.  In a circular motion, I rubbed each of m's ass cheeks with my right hand a couple of times when I heard the other twenty-something ask "Is that a wire coming out of her pussy?"

I looked up and explained we had just purchased the remote control, wireless vibrator and that I had just turned it on.  I pulled out the remote, changed the vibration type to a new setting and increased the intensity, producing a loud moan from m.  "I don't want you making any noises" I said, pulling the butt plug out of her ass with a distinctive pop.  Since we don't play anally much, her sphincter immediately puckered shut and her beautiful rosebud appeared.  I walked around in front of m, who already had her head up as high as she could with her mouth wide open.  "Make sure you don't drop it as we don't want to get it dirty, do we?" I asked, shoving the butt plug into her mouth until her lips grasped it firmly.  Although m's answer was muffled, she shook her head from side to side in agreement.

"Gentleman, doesn't she have a wonderfully shaped ass?" I asked.  In unison, they all vigorously nodded.  I stroked her ass with the crop, moving in circles, then up and down her thighs, giving m goose bumps.  Without warning, I pulled back the crop and landed a hard blow directly in the center of her right ass cheek.  m was startled, bucked up a bit, almost lost her balance and remained as composed as she could.  Almost immediately, the handprint from the crop became visible, the outline a much darker red then the interior.  The crowd of three winced and the rest of the store's customers looked up to see what had just happened.

"she's a fine one" the distinguished gentleman said.  "her skin is a bit paler than most and I know how well pale skin shows off marks" he continued.  "I'll bet a few, well placed strokes from a cat-o-nine tails would leave many, wonderful lash marks all over her body."  No answer was needed or given, I just smiled.

I pulled my right hand back just above my shoulder, taking aim at m's left ass cheek.  It whistled forward, finding the target, causing both her ass checks to bounce and the nipple chain to flail wildly.  Due to the force of the blow, m took a couple of small, shuffling steps forward so she wouldn't lose her balance and fall.  My handprint appeared even faster than the one left by the crop only moments earlier.  The buzzing of the vibrator could be plainly heard and its affects, combined with the two handprints on her ass were bringing m to the verge of an orgasm.

The twenty-somethings' mouths were wide open and their eyes were bulging as it appeared neither had ever been witness to such a display or had participated in this type of sexual encounter before.  The older gentleman, obviously with some experience under his belt asked "What will it take to put her over the top?" 

I pulled the butt plug from m's mouth, which, of course was wet from base to tip and handed it to him.  "I bet you can make her cum" I said.  "Wouldn't my little whore like to put on a show for these men?" I asked m.  "YES MASTER, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LET HIM MAKE ME CUM!" she yelled.  With that, the older gentleman walked along side of m, holding the butt plug in his right hand, placing the tip at the opening of her rosebud and before he could push forward, m slammed back, impaling herself with the full length.  "OH MY GOD" she screamed as her orgasm began.  I changed the vibration setting on the remote again, pushing it to the max.  m struggled to keep her balance.  Sensing a potential disaster if she fell, I let go of her leash, dropped the crop and grabbed her hair with both hands pulling her head up, thus steadying her.  she was in the middle of a powerful orgasm as her body continued to quake and sweat was beginning to glisten all over.  I held her there for at least a full minute before I released her hair with one hand, switching off the remote.  I continued to keep a firm grasp of her hair with my left hand while I reached down, unclipping both cuffs with my right hand leaving the double-sided snap hooks attached to each wrist cuff. 

I firmly grasped her hair again with both hands as m slowly stood up, with significant help from me.  her hair was tussled, she was panting rapidly, her knees were weak and she was sweating profusely.  In other words, she looked like a slut who had just been fucked, and fucked hard.  The three men began applauding, obviously appreciating the performance.  I picked up her coat off the rack, snatched the dangling leash in one hand, the crop in the other and with m still basically nude, we proceeded to the front counter to pay for the crop.

end of part 4

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part 5

As we slowly made our way, all eyes in the store were on m, who turned to me and said "Master, I know I displeased you greatly earlier and your slave would like to ask permission to show all the other perverts in here your handiwork.  i need to prove to you my willingness to be the best slave i can be."  Smiling brightly, I announced to everyone in the store that the welt inspections would be conducted at the front counter.  By the time we walked up to the front counter, each and every man in the store, including the three who personally witnessed the assault on m's ass, were anxiously waiting for the inspections to begin.

There was a half door at the side of the front counter to prevent anyone from easily walking behind it.  This half door was about waist high and would make an ideal place for m to lean over, thereby providing a good view of her ass.  I led her over to the half door, threw her coat over the top of it, bent her at the waist, placing her arms and elbows on the coat, arched her back slightly and wrapped the leash around the inside door handle.  Then, I took one of the double-sided snap hooks off her wrist cuff, placed it in my pant's pocket and used the other to cuff her hands behind her back.  There she was, bent over, butt plug visible, tied to the door by her collar with the nipple chain swinging freely underneath her.  she was a sight to behold.

I gently stroked her ass with my right hand.  My palm print on her left ass cheek was glowing hot pink and very warm to the touch.  The palm print from the crop on her right ass cheek was dark red, and there appeared to be the beginning of a bruise outlining the perimeter of the mark, which felt firey hot.  "Gentleman, please take a good look at the markings on my slave and if you desire, you may feel the heat being generated by each one" I said to the gathered crowd.  I stepped away, allowing the first man in line his turn.  Whether it was nerves or just a case of their heads collectively spinning due to the circumstances most had probably never experienced, each man did basically the same thing.  They bent over slightly to take a good close look, gently tracing the outline of each palm print, then placed one of their hands over each one to feel the how hot they were.  The last man in line was the older gentleman who had earlier been witness to the marks' creation.

He walked over to me with an outstreched hand, "After that wonderful performance, I felt compelled to introduce myself - Robert Anderson" he said as we shook hands.  "And you are?" he asked.  "Jonathan James, and you've already met my wife, lover and slave, m" I responded, still vigorously shaking his hand.  "It's a pleasure to meet such a fine couple, especially one that knows and appreciates the intricacies of a D/s relationship."

"It's ironic you said that because, it was only a few minutes ago that our relationship took a quick right turn and we are where we are now" I commented.  As m continued to present herself, I gave Robert a brief history of our relationship, summerized the events that took place earlier, then went on to explain the new and exciting change in our relationship.  "Did you say Barb was the one at Lover's Lane?" he asked.  "Did you get her last name?"

"No, the introductions weren't that formal and I really didn't think or felt a need to know.  Why do you ask?" I questioned.  "Well, years ago, when I first realized my Dominant sexual tendencies, I met a woman, well a girl at the time, named Barbara Woodingham, who, as we found out, had the same interests and tastes in her sexuality that I did.  Typically, it doesn't work to have a two Dominants in a relationship, however, we found a way to make it mutually fulfilling.  You see, she was bi and was not threatened by bringing a play toy into the mix.  I am straight as they come and the thought of making wild, passionate love to Barb while playing with a slut was very appealing to me" Robert explained.  Over the next few minutes, he gave us the Reader's Digest version of his and Barb's, torrid, almost ten year long relationship, which ended when Barb accepted a job opportunity abroad some fifteen years ago.  "I wonder if that's her?" he asked, I presume he already knew the answer.  "Where did you say Lover's Lane was?"  I gave him the cross streets and he just smiled.

Robert turned to m and without the question being asked, I nodded my approval.  He approached her slowly, like a jungle cat stalking his prey, however, I knew his intentions were honorable.  Stepping around to her right side, he reached under and cupped her right breast in his right hand, letting the nipple clip and change dangle between his fingers.  "My God!" he exclaimed, "not only are they real, they are as soft as a baby's behind."  m had been wearing the nipple chain for about an hour now and through past experiences, knew that when her nipples were released from the clips and the blood began to once again flow, there would be pain.  Robert spun a half turn to his left and squatted down to one knee, all without releasing m's breast.  He looked into her eyes as he moved his right hand to her left breast and brought up his left had to her right breast, never breaking the eye contact.  "Close your eyes little one" he said to her, which m immediately obeyed.

Knowing what was about to happen, I held the remote firmly in my right hand, thumb on the intensity control.  Robert released m's tits, held his right hand just above the dangling chain and looked over to me.  Seeing I already had the remote in my hand, he silently mouthed "On three" and proceeded to mouth count "One, two."  Then on three, Robert yanked the nipple chain so that both clips snapped of m's nipples simultaneously, while I, using the remote, blasted the vibrator to the highest setting.  m screamed out, her eyes burst open, however, she did not move from her stance leaning over the half door.  Within a second, the pain apparently began to subside and the pleasure derived from the vibrator began emerge.  "What a wonderful display of her commitment to you.  she didn't try to rub her nipples on the door or stand up, she knew what she was experiencing gave you pleasure and she accepted it.  What a marvelous slave she is, you are a very lucky man" Robert told me, looking a bit jealous.

The vibrator continued buzzing deep within m's cunt.  With her position leaning over the door and her legs slightly spread for balance, I could plainly see the wire antenna fluttering about between her lips.  Tiny droplets of cunt juice were visible running down the wire, collecting at the bottom and then dripping onto the floor.  m wasn't having an orgasm, but she certainly was enjoying herself.

Robert walked around back of m, squatted down on one knee and took a good look at the wire.  "Will you look at that, she's so wet, she's actually dripping" he said, with a wry smile on his face.  He stood up and placed his right hand under her cunt, which was just in time to catch a droplet that had just fallen off the wire antenna.  Robert raised his hand up to the source of the drops and proceeded to rub his hand around, causing it to become very wet.  Taking his wet hand, he reached up to the palm print on m's right ass cheek and delicately rubbed the wetness from his hand onto the mark, then Robert did the same to the left ass cheek.  "I don't know if it will actually be soothing, but it does look good, wouldn't you say?" he asked the clerk, who although was still behind the counter, saw everything.  "How wet is she?" the clerk asked.  "Does she have enough to do her whole body?"

That thought apparently hadn't crossed Robert's mind and he seemed very intrigued by it.  Glancing up over his shoulder to me, I gave him the game show hostess wave with my right hand, the kind that starts at the chest, palm up, and waves in a semi-circular motion at the prize that was being presented.  In this case, the prize presented was my little slut, m.

It took Robert ten wipes to completely cover m's arms, tits, belly, legs and back.  Although her hands were still cuffed behind her back, this was not an obstacle.  The clerk and I were mesmerized at the attention to detail Robert displayed in his "painting" of m.  It appeared there wasn't one patch of skin, other than her face and neck that didn't have a coat of pussy paint.  With the vibrator was still buzzing away inside of her, m just kept producing more, wonderful cunt juice.  After finishing her back, his hand was again at her pussy.  "As I told you, she's already a face bath earlier today, however, it wasn't as thorough a job as you're doing.  Make sure you get her neck too" I reminded him.  It only took one wipe to cover m's neck and Robert was finally ready to finish the job.  This time though, he not only got his right hand wet, he wet his left one too.  Standing up, he walked around to the side of her.  He untied the leash from the door knob with two fingers.  "Stand up you fragrant cunt" he ordered her.  m stood tall, presenting her face to Robert, who massaged, from hairline to jawline and ear to ear until both hands were completely void of any telltale evidence.  How did Robert know that I loved the smell of fresh cunt juice all over her face, well in this case, all over her body?

Robert wasn't done with m yet.  He picked up the nipple chain, holding it right in front of her.  He grabbed her hair, pulling straight down and unclipped one of the double-sided snap hooks cuffing her wrists together. "Grab your ankles and spread your legs wide" he commanded.  m obeyed immediately.  Walking behind her, all the while admiring his work, Robert got down on his knees, directly behind her and brought up the nipple chain.  Holding it level with m's cunt, with both clips in his right hand, the chain hung down about three inches below the tops of her thigh highs.  "I hope the chain is visible after I've put your coat on" he said as he attached one clip to each cunt lip.  "It's a good thing the tips of the clamps are covered in rubber, or you might run the risk of one or both slipping off since your cunt is still so wet" Robert said laughing to himself, giving the chain a slight tug to ensure it stayed in place.

He stood up, took m's right arm pulling upward and she followed his lead.  Robert picked up her coat off the half door, held it up behind her, and like the good gentleman he was, helped her put it on and buttoned just the one button.  He then clipped her wrist cuffs together behind her back with the double-sided snap hook that was still attached to the one wrist cuff.  Meanwhile, the clerk was ringing up the purchase of the crop.  After I paid, Robert handed me m's leash and said "You go your way and have a wonderful rest of the day, because I sense it is still only beginning for you two.  I am heading to Lover's Lane, hopefully to surprise and reacquaint myself with someone I know very well."

With that, Robert walked in front of us, held the door open and we all walked outside.  "Master, please stop for a moment" m said.  she turned to Robert, leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  "Thank you for using me to provide so much pleasure to my Master" she said.  "When you see Barb, kindly thank her too and I hope she's the person you think she is.  Master, could we take Robert's phone number and call him some time to play?  It would be my pleasure to serve both of you at home.  Better yet, even if Barb isn't Robert's old friend, it would be exciting to serve two Masters and one Mistress simultaneously!" m blurted out.

Robert reached into his rear pant's pocket, took out his wallet, found a business card and handed it to me.  It read "Robert Anderson, President and CEO of Best Comp Buys USA", the national sales leader in computer, entertainment equipment and personal home theater accessories.  "I trust then an invitation would be accepted on your part?" I asked.  "You set the time and date, I will hopefully bring a friend and will certainly have a good bottle of wine to share with such fine people" he said, shaking my hand.  He returned m's kiss on her cheek, gave her a nice pat on the ass, turned and began to walk away as m and I both watched.  After a few steps, he looked back and a huge smile lit up his face.  "I hope others see what I just saw!" he chuckled.  I bent slightly over and without much effort, saw the nipple chain dangling below the bottom hem of m's coat.

end of part 5

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