ENSLAVEMENT of ESTER

I knocked on the back door. After several seconds, the door opened and there he was. When I saw him slowly glance up and down my body, I tingled with excitement. It reaffirmed my choice in clothing (absolutely nothing but very tight short shorts and a brief tie halter that I amply fill). It had been weeks since my husband had made love to me. I was extremely horny, and perhaps my sub-conscious was hoping that this good looking young stud would seduce me.

"I came to borrow a cup of sugar," I said, as I held out my cup.

"Sure," Nest replied, "Come on in." I did and I felt his eyes giving me a thorough going over as I walked past him into the kitchen.  The tingling sensation was growing much stronger. "How about a piece of pie and a cup of coffee?" He asked. 'That sounds great!" I replied. "Cups and plates are in that cabinet over there," he pointed, "You get them and I'll get the pie and silver." I couldn't believe how domineering and commanding he sounded - but it turned me on even more.

Shortly we were at the table eating. "This pie is delicious," I said, "Did you bake it?”

"No," he responded, "One of my slaves did." That took me completely off guard.

"Slaves?” I stuttered, trying not to appear too startled. The comment had jarred me all the way to my toes and back, ending with a shattering impact on my love nest. Some of my best masturbation orgasms used to come while dreaming my husband had me tied up and raping me. Even better one when I pretended to be his slave and he would make me do all kinks of things.  However, I have always been afraid to explain my inner desires to him.

The next words quickly brought me out of my day dreams. "Yes, I own several girls that have the same type of feelings that you do."

Owns? I thought. Same feelings as mine? How could he possibly know?

Nest provided little time to dwell on my thoughts. "STAND-UP!" He commanded in such a forceful tone that I was out of my chair and on my feet without even thinking. He also stood and moved before me. I watched him reach for the knot of my halter. Events were moving much more rapidly than I had dreamed possible. Yet my heart was pounding and my body was so excited that everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. My mind was saying that I shouldn't be letting this happen, but my body was screaming, "YES! YES! YES!"

The next few seconds seemed like an eternity. I began to realize that my conscious mind was losing its battle with the raw emotions that were flooding my entire being. Nest finished untying the knot and was sliding the halter down my arms as my mind questioned, "Are you really going to let this happen?" A better question may have been, "How are you going to stop it?" Meanwhile, my loins were shouting, "What the hell is taking him so long?" As the halter floated to the floor, he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled me against him. His lips covered mine in a very passionate kiss. His tongue plunged into my open mouth. As my tongue battled back, he sucked hard on it and pinched it between his teeth. Then he was pulling me back to his chair by my tongue and nipples. He slowly sat, forcing me to lean above him.

He broke the kiss long enough to command - "Take off your shorts!" My mind was silently screaming, "NO! NO! NO!", but it had absolutely zero control of my body and my hands fumbled with the catch and zipper in their eagerness to strip.

They finally fell to the floor. As soon as I stepped out of them his right hand freed my left nipple and dove between my legs. My tongue and mouth were again briefly released as he ordered me to: "Spread-em!" The "NOs" remained in my head, albeit much weaker. Even my conscious will was succumbing to the inflamed passions that consumed me. I quickly placed my feet outside each leg of his chair. My love nest was so hot by now that the juices were oozing out. He rubbed and pushed his middle finger against my pussy lips. They spread on their own accord and sucked it in like a vacuum cleaner. His left fingers cruelly twisted my right nipple as he pulled me back to that lust crazing mouth.

My hips started rotating on their own volition, and I moaned softly. He released the holds on my nipple and tongue. I slowly stood straight up, closed my eyes and released myself to primeval desires. I was approaching the point of no return when he removed his finger. I opened my eyes, but before I could beg him for more, he inserted his thumb in its place. I threw my head back, brought my hands up to my hair, and wailed in ecstasy. He then worked his still wet middle finger up my other hole. I tensed at first and brought my head forward as it started prying into my back cave. But as juiced as his finger was, and as excited as I was, it easily slid in, well past the middle knuckle. I resumed my obscene, hip swiveling gyrations. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and brazenly licked my lips.

"MAKE YOURSELF COME!" Nest commanded. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back and totally surrendered to the thumb and finger buried within the adjoining holes. "MAUL YOUR TITS!" He ordered. I opened my eyes and looked at him, barely comprehending his command.

Whap! He slapped my left tit and I jerked in pain. "When I tell you to do something you do it immediately," he snarled. "Now, MAUL YOUR TITS!" He quietly hissed. This time my hands flew to them, crushing my nipples between my fingernails and the palms of my hands. My hips were again rotating, my eyes closed and I moaned, "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" from both pain and ecstasy. My hips pivoted faster and faster as my hands maliciously assaulted my big boobs! "Ahhhhhh!" I virtually shouted as I finally came and came and came.

Exhausted, my arms dropped and my head rolled forward. As I slowly opened my eyes and returned to consciousness, I saw my breasts were raw and red. There were even a few drops of blood where I had clawed and scratched myself. Loud plopping sounds accompanied the removal of Nest's thumb and finger. He raised his hand with his middle finger pointed toward my mouth. "Lick it clean!" he mandated, but I just starred at it. It wasn't really messy like I had expected it to be, but still the thought of it made me resist.  My body was relaxing from its tremendous spend so my conscious mind had regained temporary control. I slowly shook my head no.

"You just earned your first demerit. I already told you that I expect instant compliance."

Demerit? My mind questioned as I watched him slowly push his chair back. "On your knees," he sternly ordered. That was a command my exhausted mind and body had no trouble obeying. Then his left hand grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back. As my mouth opened to scream, he thrust his finger into it. His index and ring fingers rested on my cheeks, pulling my eyes wide open.

He glared at me and growled, "Woman! - Lick and Suck It Clean!"

"Ohmnn", I groaned but the taste wasn't as bad as I had expected. I began to lick and suck more rapidly. I was even beginning to be thrilled by the humiliation of it all when he yanked his finger out, jerked my head back even farther. He shoved his thumb in my mouth. The slightly salty taste of my own cum juices coating it wasn't bad at all, and I eagerly resumed my sucking and licking activities.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled his thumb out, released my hair, and stood upright. "Kneel back," Nest instructed. I did so, placing my palms on the floor behind me. "Shoulders back, tits out," he directed as he pushed a chair between my knees, forcing them even wider apart. He sat and immediately began mauling my already bruised breasts. I leaned forward as my hands automatically flew up to protect them. He again grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He leaned forward, his face just inches from mine, and said, "That's demerit number two. When you are being punished, you must not try to interfere or protect yourself in any manner."

Again my mind questioned, "Demerit?" He quietly snarled, "Now let's see if you can follow orders any better. Kneel back and thrust out those tits. "Since you don't like them man-handled, let's see how you like them spanked!" I reluctantly resumed my previous position. Whack! His open right hand struck my left boob, the force of the blow driving it against the right. I threw my head back in pain but otherwise maintained position. Whack! My right boob received a similar roundhouse. Smack! He backhanded the inner portion of my burning right boob. He then drew his right arm across his chest before delivering a stinging backhand to my inner left breast. He continued alternating fore and back hands across each of my bouncing mounds until both were bright red. Thankfully, Nest did not use his full strength, but the slaps still stung. I somehow forced myself to remain in position, determined not raise his ire even higher.

He finally stopped and leaned back in his chair. He gave me a few minutes to regain my composure before sliding his hips forward ordering. "Take my pants off!" I was learning, I didn't know what demerits were, but I figured that they weren't good. Thus, I quickly unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his trousers and pulled down the zipper. "Very good!" he commented and raised his hips off the chair so I could remove his pants. Once I had them off, I questionably looked up at him, not knowing what to do with the trousers in my hands. "Just throw them on the side and get my shorts off!" I promptly complied and my eyes fastened on his very erect member as it popped out of his lowering shorts.  I tossed the shorts by his pants.

"You know what to do," he said, but I didn't move. I had never taken my husband into my mouth.  However, I think my reluctance now had as much to do with not knowing what to do as it did not wanting to.

This time both his hands shot forward and yanked my hair back. "I told you I expect instant obedience! You better start learning woman! That's two additional demerits for committing the same offense a second time. The total now stands at four. Punishment begins with the fifth. NOW SUCK!" He released my hair and leaned back in the chair.

His words simply strengthened my immobilization. "Punishment?" My mind questioned, the thought of that word alone started my juices to flowing again. "Punishment?" The question repeatedly flowed through my mind as I hypnotically stared at his stiff rod.

He glared at me, "Well Ester, I have provided more than sufficient warning. Since you refuse to learn, it's obvious that more drastic measures are necessary." I sank back on my heels from the stern stare he was giving me. "STAND UP!" He ordered, and I immediately scrambled to my feet. My body seemed to comply with direct, forceful commands without my mind having to think. He pointed to the shelves in the corner. "See those handcuffs over there, go get them!" Again without conscious control over my body, I hurried to comply.

"What are you getting into?” I asked myself, but my juices were flowing freely and my nipples were rock hard despite (or maybe because of) their recent woes. While I was getting the handcuffs, Nest reached over and placed the pie server near the edge of the table.  I had never dreamed that steel handcuffs feel so hard. I didn't get much time to dwell on it as Nest held his hand out and I gave them to him.

"Turn around."  "Give me your right hand."  For some reason I complied despite some growing anxiety which jumped another level when I heard the clicking of the cuff being clamped to my right wrist.  "Now the left." He commanded and again I complied despite the ever growing fear (as well as ever wetening pussy).

He stood up, grabbed a hand full of my hair, pulled me into a bent over position and started walking towards the living room.  I had no choice but to follow.  Upon reaching the couch, he turned around and sat down in the middle of it.

"We'll start out with an over the lap spanking," he matter of factly stated. "Lay down across my legs," the stern voice commanded.

"Run!" My mind screamed, but I knelt down onto the couch to his left, twisted around and started to lean forward, wondering how I could possibly do this with any grace.  His raised his left hand and cupped my right breast to help support my upper body weight as it descended.  Once I was down and wiggled into position I raised my chest a little as he pulled his left arm from under my breasts.  He then told me to raise my hips a little and I was surprised as he now brought his left hand under my stomach.  He then moved it lower until his fingers were cupped over my pelvis and the last knuckle of his middle finger resting against my clit.

"Well Ester," he stated, "Your wildest dreams are about to come true." I jumped as he placed his right hand on my right ham hock and began kneading while simultaneously pressing harder against my clit. "You certainly have a nice big spankable bottom," he said. "I'm glad you earned your five demerits so quickly." He was now alternating the kneading of both of my cheeks as he continued to speak. "Your failure to obey for the third time has earned three more demerits. Thus, your total is now seven. As I previously stated, whenever you have more than five, they have to be worked off. This is accomplished at the rate of ten strokes per demerit, so this big bouncy bottom of yours is in for seventy hard ones!"

"Seventy," my mind screeched, "I can't stand that many," but my puss became so excited that it kept pushing against that finger underneath me until it exploded into its second orgasm before the first blow even fell. After my hips finally settled down, he said, "I'm impressed! You're even hotter than I expected you to be!" I could feel my face flush, and Nest chuckled, "I love it! You blush all over. Your ass is already red and we haven't even started. You sure are a totally responsive bitch-in-heat!" I knew that made me even redder, but his next words drained the blood from my cheeks. "Well, let's see if we can give these two delightful bowls a legitimate reason for being red."

I wasn't aware when his hand stopped its kneading but I most definitely felt the loud first smack into the lower fleshy portion of my right buttock. "One." He counted. My ass cheeks were still tensely contracted when the second blow dropped on the left cheek. Number three fell when my hips were humping up and down on his lap and I was alternately clinching and relaxing the aforementioned muscles. I'm not sure when my violent leg kicking began, but I remember it was number thirteen when I first banged my nose into the seat cushion. On number twenty-five, my right leg slipped down in front of his knees leaving my legs split and fundament exposed. Nest deliberately centered the cut so his fingers smashed against my moist love nest, dropping his finger from my clit at the last second.

"Ariee!" I screamed as my head jerked up in excruciating pain, but my lust-crazed pussy erupted in another passionate climax!

When I finally settled down and relaxed again, Nest exclaimed, "Hot damn! I can't believe it woman! How many orgasms can you have?"

Frankly, I couldn't believe it either, and I replied, "I don't know, I've never had this many at one time before, but I've never been this turned on and spanked like this before!"

He didn't re-start right away, but continued to fondle and knead. I somehow knew he was giving my reddened bottom a detailed examination. Then he said, "Well, no apparent swelling yet, but that should be remedied before we're through!"

That should have terrified me; instead the juice factory started oozing again. "What's the matter with me?" I thought. "A thirty-five year old woman, draped across a nineteen year old boy's lap, receiving the most severe spanking of my life, and loving every minute of it!"

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as number twenty-six slammed against the center of the crease between my right buttock and thigh. "Aieee!", I yelled, my head jerking up, that was one of the most painful so far. Once more, I started the hip-rubbing, ass-clinching gyrations, and I actually giggled at the thought of Nest enjoying the lewd display. I was also thrilled about that finger pressing on my clit again. As the swats continued in a very slow cadence (one every thirty seconds or so), the conscious thoughts receded into the depths of my mind and pure pain induced sensuality took control.

Orgasm number four started as he called out stroke, "Forty!" This time, instead of stopping, he increased the pace. The tears were flowing freely, but my yelps of pain had turned into guttural grunting and moaning. The orgasm refused to peak and kept building higher and higher. By fifty, my back and head were arched up toward the ceiling. Later he told me that my legs were also completely off the couch and I had bent myself into a backwards bow.

Finally, at fifty-five, I crested and Nest ceased spanking. I slowly collapsed back to my original position in a near faint. I was thankful he let me droop there and catch my breath.  "Good lord woman, you are really something else! I had intended to stop at fifty and give you the last twenty with the pie server. I guess we'll have to make the final fifteen extra hard to make up for it!"

"OH NO!” I thought, "Not now!" My posterior was already in blazing agony. When the first stroke came, I howled my distress. "NO! STOP! PLEASE!” I cried through the first three blistering swats, only seconds apart. After the fifth, my head fell to the couch and I sobbed in misery. My love nest was beginning to boil again, but this time the pain was over ruling over the pleasure. The last six were completely on my upper thighs and were by far, the worst of all! My conscious didn't even recognize that he had counted out the number "Seventy!"

He resumed the rubbing and kneading of my bottom cheeks.  When my sobs started to subside, he pushed my legs apart and then gently maneuvered two fingers into my overflowing puss.  He slowly wiggled them around inside me as well as pressing and easing up again and again with that finger on his other hand against my clit.  I knew he wanted to bring me off again, but I wanted him inside me instead.  I looked over my shoulder at him and surprised myself again by using a term I never use, "Pleas fuck me," I begged.

"Are you trying to top from the bottom?" he asked, but I had no idea what he meant.

However, he gently removed his fingers from me and then told me to kneel up.  He helped me squirm around and lower first my right and then left knees to the floor and then supported my shoulders while I rose to a kneeling position.  He walked around behind me and pushed me down until my chest and head were lying on the couch again. "Spread your legs!" He commanded, and I gratefully complied. "Arch-up!" He next ordered and I felt him prod for the entrance. I almost swooned in ecstasy as the knob of his tool sloshed in and he yanked me back by the hips and slammed it home. "AHH!" I uttered as my burning bottom slapped into his stomach.

To my surprise, he didn't start pumping right away.  "Bring your legs together," he ordered. As I did, he moved his legs outside mine and forced my thighs even tighter together. He let go of my hips and grabbed my elbows, pulling my arms up and back, grinding my nipples deeper into the couch seat. The scream stuck in my throat as he started to pump. Soon the room was filled with our grunts and groans of pleasure; the sloshing noises of a highly juiced pussy and the smacking of my cheeks against his belly. Though I knew my haunches were swollen and raw, for some reason, I felt no pain. I quickly climaxed again, but he wasn't about to stop so soon. Nest kept pounding away until his passions reached their peak and he exploded inside me, adding his load of seminal fluids to my already soaked and overflowing cavern.

He finally collapsed on top of me, squashing my bruised breasts even flatter. As we lay gasping for breath, I was one happily contented pussy, and would have purred if I could. But as you will see in future episodes, my enslavement had just begun!