Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... owned slave, used by her Master as a toilet, doing these unspeakably perverted things, getting off on doing them! But my world... it got so muchbigger being his slave. It's weird. I'm so much more "me" now. Without him, I'd never have had the strength to be this "me" you know? To claim myself. I'm so much bigger, being Richard's slave, than I think I ever could have become being free. Is that weird?"

Jeremy hadn't bothered answering. He'd just come by for a visit. Richard had been locked in his study working on his dissertation. She'd offered him a beer and they'd got to chatting. She'd asked the question and now she was looking at him, waiting for an answer. Maybe. Like there was anyreal answer to that kind of question in this lifestyle. He just reached over and grabbed her tit; squeezed it brutally hard and slapped her face back and forth three times. He saw the shock in her eyes; saw it melt by the time he'd finished slapping her; felt her relax even though he continued twisting her tit meat.

"Get on your knees and empty my bladder! Fucking beer's gone right through me." Jeremy smiled as he remembered Kay drinking his piss that day, his answer to her question and his dick twitched as blood dripped from her nipple where Jim had just worked in another needle.

"Hey, Jim. How 'bout we trade? Take a break and come skull-fuck this slut." Jim finished inserting the needle, buried the tip into her velvet brown areole, jabbing it viciously until her heard Kay hiss and ...

... whimper.

"Sure thing my man. Got her all warmed up for you."

During the exchange, Mr. Lester repositioned Claire and peeled the chastity belt from her orifices. The leather had grown wet and supple; a second skin. The dildos were sunk deep into her holes, bonded with her flesh. Claire shivered as the comforting grip of the device was removed, leaving her crotch open and vulnerable, cooling in the breeze.

She was now laid her on her back so he could whip her cunt as she serviced Jim, who straddled her chest and fed his cock into her mouth. Mr. Lester lined up facing Claire's hips and began whipping her side to side, catching the delicate skin of her lower belly and hips and across the tops of her thighs. Claire clenched her hands still bound behind her back and focused on keeping her hips immobile for Mr. Lester and on taking Jim's cock into her throat.

Through the switch off, the new guy kept fucking Kay in the ass. She saw Jeremy grab a leather strap and walk over to stand in front of her. Her eyes were half closed and unfocused. It was relatively unusual for her Master to be present while she was taken by the strangers he sent her to service. She knew he recorded her; often watched live on the cameras installed throughout the house as she was tortured and used by the men he sent to her. Still, it was always a special thing to have him present and participating; inhaling the scent of her arousal, her smell permeating the room as her torture intensified. Witnessing ...