Diane the BDSM Sex Slave
I entered our house to the aromas of supper well on its way.
She was beautiful. Hair done perfectly. Makeup all done. That only meant now she wouldn’t want to get too friendly lest it damage all the work done. We embraced and I kissed her knowing though she would want to redo her lipstick. I kissed her again hard passionately.
She pulled back and looked past me at the garment bag hung over the dining room chair. She looked at me. “What did you do?”
“I sold you.” I waited for the response. The emotions that ran, no flashed across her face in mere seconds were amazing. A questioning look, then fear, than surprise and pure delight. Her eyes flashed and sparkled. We had quite some time ago discussed such an idea but had not really come to any conclusion. I had quietly worked on accomplishing it and had done it secretly, saving it as a surprise.
“I hope supper is almost ready. Your Mistress will be here in less than an hour and we have some preparations to make.” Her hand flew to her mouth as a small cry escaped.
“Supper will be ready in about an hour. A Mistress?” she looked at me, “You said two people were coming?”
“Yes. I decided to enjoy a slave as well.” I stepped back and scooped up the garment bag. “Come we have some preparations to make.” I led her down the hall to my bedroom. “First I want you to take off all my wife’s clothing and hang it up. Your Mistress sent some clothes, more appropriate for a slave.”
I watched as Carla stripped. I directed that she take off everything, even the jewelry. I then took her to the bath and made her stand in the tub. I used the showerhead to wet her pubic mound and with a new razor I had installed that morning shaved it clean. Her Mistress had demanded that. I used the shower head turned to cold to wash her clean, even spraying some onto her breasts making her nipples stand out firm and proud. Then I watched as she dressed in the clothes her Mistress had sent. She was stunning.
First black lace stockings. Then a black thong, barely more than a g-string. For a bra she had supplied only under support pads and then a simple black ankle length sheath with a plunging neckline and slits all the way up to her hip. In this way she was completely accessible at all times. A choker fitted around her neck and then 4″ stiletto heels.
I took her down to my photo studio and took several pictures of her making sure the slits were visible and pinching her nipples making them stand out.
We were back in the kitchen. I had opened two bottles of wine and Carla was finishing the last preparations of our meal when the door bell rang. I answered it. Karen was dressed in a simple white blouse and off white pants. The lady following her was stunning. Reddish blond hair, green eyes. She wore a dark green shirt dress, the kind that button all the way down the front. She might have been a year or two older than me but quite attractive. She carried a large overnight duffel bag.
I took their coats and Karen proceeded to admire Carla. “Hello my name is Mistress Karen and you are?”
Carla bowed her head and quietly but clearly answered “Carla.”
“Yes. But you’ve been sold. So now you belong to me. In future you will always address me or answer me as Mistress. Is that understood?”
“Yes…Mistress.”
“That’s good. I’m happy to see that the clothes I chose for you fit you so well.” Karen stroked Carla’s cheek and then her breast flicking her nipple with her finger. Then as she stood behind her Karen pushed the bottom of the shift out of the way revealing that Carla was wearing a minimum of material under it. Karen’s hand slid under the bit of panty and explored the bare mound.
Carla stood there head bowed trembling with excitement. “And slave I am so happy that your husband prepared you so well.” Karen looked at me as her fingers continued their exploration. “Do you intend to prepare your slave in the same way? I could have if you had asked.”
“I think I may now that I prepared her. Perhaps you should show her what we are talking about.”
Karen pulled the dress completely to the side and then pulled the panty down revealing Carla’s bare mound. Carla blushed deeply but made no move to contradict Karen.
“She has a lovely supper ready, would you care to eat now or later?”
“Now I think would be nice.”
I turned to the lady. “And your name is?”
“I’m your slave Diane. Master.” She too kept her eyes downcast and was blushing deeply. Karen had told me about her. She was divorced for several years now. She claimed not to have been with anyone for four years and somewhere, like Carla had become interested in being a sub or slave. Karen had supplied a picture of her and I decided that she would make an excellent lingerie model. Unlike Carla she wanted to be the slave of a Master not a Mistress although she would submit to Karen in my presence.
“Good. We have a few minutes before supper is ready so follow me.” Karen and I had decided that she and Carla would use the upstairs and I with Diane would use the basement which worked well because that is where my studio is.
I pointed to a spot off camera where she could put her bag. I directed her to sit on a stool and adjusted the lights. I just wanted a few moments alone with her and get a few shots.
“Are you wearing a slip under that dress?”
“No. Those were your instructions Master.”
“Good. Now open the top button on the top.” I watched her carefully open it and rearrange the dress somewhat. “What did you think of my wi…the other slave?”
“She is beautiful. I am sure she will bring much pleasure to Mistress Karen. Master.”
“Yes well the more important question for you to be concerned about is will you bring me pleasure?” I took a couple of shots
“I will do my best Master. Hopefully you will not have to discipline me.”
“Do you think you would like to be prepared as she was?”
She blushed deeply again, a small smile played across her mouth. “I would find it somewhat embarrassing but whatever my Master decides of course.”
“Turn your body the other way but look this way.” She did quite well I thought. “Now open three buttons on the bottom of your dress and let it fall off your legs.”
I had to admit she was quite beautiful too. Her dress now gaped open at the top revealing a very nice cleavage and the skirt portion slid off her legs showing them very nicely as well. I stepped up to her and pulled the top open a little more. I had planned to touch her for the first time in front of Karen and Carla but now I could resist no longer.
I watched her carefully as I slipped my hand inside her dress top. There I found what I had explicitly instructed her to wear. A black lace bra, front closing. “Does it convert to other styles?”
“Yes Master. Those were your instructions.”
Just then Carla called on the intercom that supper was ready. I responded that we needed just a couple of minutes. While I spoke I continued to explore her breast and rub her hard nipple.
“Take your dress off.” I ordered.
I watched fascinated as she stood up and slowly opened the dress completely and slipped it off her shoulders. She stood there in her black bra, black mesh stockings and black thong cut in a deep V and black high heels.
“You are gorgeous slave Diane. So far you have done very well.” Her head was bowed but that didn’t hide her deepening blush. “Did you bring a matching slip?”
She nodded and I decided to insist on a verbal response. I reached out and pinched her nipple till she gasped and raised her head to look at me. “Did you?”
“Yes Master.” She stood there all the while holding her dress in her hands not making any effort to resist me.
“You may hang your dress on that rack and then show me your slip.” She moved to the clothes rack and carefully turned in my direction as she hung the dress. Then she picked up the duffel bag and showed me two black slips. I chose the one that was knee length and had lots of lace trim at the bottom.
“Whenever we go up these stairs I want you to go ahead of me so that I get to look at this.” I patted her bottom “and whenever we go down a flight of stairs I want you in front of me so that I get to see these.” I cupped both breasts in my hands. All of this was by means of a test to see whether she would obey or react to my touching her. She didn’t other than continue to blush.
I continued to massage her breasts. “Also I want you to change this into a halter style.” I watched her as she rearranged the straps on her bra which caused her entire breast to be exposed for a couple of minutes as she attached another length of strap and rearranged it. In the end I was very happy with the result.
When she was done she proudly looked at me, questioning me with her look. “Also when I tell you to carry out my instruction I want you to go to the other slave. Kiss her, touch her breasts with your hands. Use one hand to finger her till your fingers are wet from her. Offer them to me, but I will tell you to suck on them. You will do so with a smile on your face.” We went upstairs.
Karen and Carla were both standing by the table. Carla had a slightly frightened look about her. Karen sized up Diane’s clothing or lack thereof.
“Is she being punished?”
I watched Carla look at her appreciatively “No this is solely for my enjoyment during our meal. She has an assignment involving your slave if you’ll permit it?”
“Yes of course but first of all my slave has already shown her lack of training so I have decided she needs some discipline before we eat and it will be administered in front of both of you.” Karen turned to face Carla “Describe your punishment slave.”
Carla bowed her head “I’m to receive ten paddles on my bare bottom Mistress Karen.”
It was then that I noticed Karen had a paddle in her hand. When I glanced at Diane I saw her wince at the thought.
“So bend over the chair.” Karen instructed Carla. Once Carla had Karen instructed her to pull her dress up and to the side, then to pull her minute panty down around her knees. The first blow of the paddle brought a sharp intake of air for both Carla and Diane. The second one brought a gasp from Carla, subsequent ones brought out little sobs as the paddle fell. Carla had to keep the count as well.
When the tenth one was administered and counted Karen told Carla to rearrange her clothing and stand up. Karen turned to me and said that I could now instruct my slave.
I simply told Diane to carry out her assignment. This I knew now would almost be a reward to Carla for her submissiveness.
Diane stepped up to Carla, took her face in her hands and kissed her fully on the mouth till Carla returned the kiss. Diane pulled back and took both of Carla’s breasts in her hands, making the nipples stand out. Then her right hand slid down Carla’s side and pushed under the dress through the slit. I saw Carla flinch slightly as Diane’s fingers invaded her. I could see Diane’s arm moving rhythmically as she pumped her fingers in and out of Carla.
Then she pulled her hand away and turned to me offering me her wet fingers. I watched the dismay in Carla’s eyes as she wasn’t allowed to climax. I shook my head at Diane. She stood so that all of us could see her. She put on a great big smile and slowly brought her fingers to her own mouth and sucked on her fingers smiling the whole time.
“Alright that’s enough.” I said as I started toward my chair at the head of the table. Diane followed and I caught her grimace as she sat down and stuck her tongue out. I wiggled my finger at her to lean toward me. I enjoyed the view when she did. Sternly I said. “Open your bra.” Her face became serious but she followed my instruction. Her breasts swayed free of the restraint. I waited till I knew everyone was watching then captured one nipple and pinched it till it grew long and hard, then pinched harder and twisted it till small tears formed at the corners of those beautiful green eyes. She whimpered ever so slightly. “This is for not following my direction completely. Now close your bra.”
We ate supper, our slaves served us. Carla had prepared her specialty for desert, a mixture of pudding, cake broken into pieces, jello, whipped cream and the whole thing soaked in rum. Then chilled in the fridge before being served. The slaves put all the dishes in the dishwasher and then awaited our instructions.
Karen and finished our coffees then I led my slave back downstairs to the studio. There is a bedroom there as well, which I used that night leaving Karen upstairs with her slave. I took some pictures of Diane as she was then had her model a number of other items from her bag.
Finally I had her strip down to her heels and stockings. I have found that a woman is particularly attractive that way. Diane rewarded me with an all over blush which made her even more attractive. She jumped when from above came the first sound of discipline being administered. This time it sounded like a belt and a sharp outcry from the slave.
I led her into the bathroom and used a face cloth to soak her mound. Then applied the shave cream and proceeded to shave her clean. She was so nervous but didn’t object to the treatment. I washed her clean and dried her with a soft fluffy towel knowing that this would excite her.
I kissed her full on the mouth and received a very passionate response. “Did you mind kissing the other slave?”
“Not really. I apologize Master for disobeying you. I didn’t mean to make a face, and it wasn’t really that bad.”
I kissed her again and then turned my attention to her breasts before working my way down past her navel before kneeling in front of her and taking her sex in my mouth. She grasped my hair and held me as she convulsed as my tongue darted in and out and all around her bare sex. Her clit was large, very much like her nipples and sensitive. She came twice in rapid succession.
“When was the last time you were satisfied, pleasured?”
“Four years ago and that wasn’t nearly as satisfactory as you Master.” She was still breathing hard.
I took her to the bedroom and took off her shoes and rolled her stockings down her slender legs carefully. I had her undress me and fondle me till I was hard and aching. I handed her a condom and she rolled it onto me.
“Have you ever had anal sex?”
“No Master.” Her head stayed bowed “But whatever you wish is my command.” Her resume had stated that she wanted no control over when, where or how she was used.
Never having used a woman like that before I had done some research. I had found that the real secret here lay in being behind the woman and exciting her by playing with her breasts and clit till she was near climax. Then entering her and continuing to excite her clit. Most women experienced the most intense orgasm they ever had this way.
I directed her to kneel on the edge of the bed. I stood behind her and played with her breasts till she was excited then used one hand to excite her sex till I knew she was close. I could clearly see her response in the mirrored closet doors. I rubbed the tip of my cock in her love tunnel juices and then retreated to her rear entrance. At first there was resistance then compliance and I slipped into her almost effortlessly. I continued to use one hand on the sensitive nipple and one on her bare mound and clit. Suddenly she was gasping, moaning and making all the moves. I could feel her sex contracting and grasping at my fingers.
Finally she sagged forward exhausted. I withdrew and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I came back she asked weakly “May I got to the bathroom Master?”
“Yes of course.” I stretched out on the bed and waited for her return. She came back a few minutes later with a smile on her face. I reached out for her and she came to the bed. We kissed for some time then I directed her head down to my swollen cock. She took it in her mouth and made it ache. I pulled her up and had her mount me so I had access to her beautiful breasts and bare mound. She rolled a condom on first and then sank onto me with wanton desire. I came inside her but only after she had climaxed once.
I hugged her to me till we both relaxed. When she started to roll off me I told her to dispose of my condom and get a clean cloth and towel and clean me. After she had done that we crawled in under the covers I wrapped my arm around her and cupped her breast. We slept for an hour.
When I awoke she was still asleep. I rolled her over onto her back and tenderly kissed her cheek and left her till she once again dozed lightly. I moved down her body with my tongue making a wet trail till I got to her hip and then moved inward. She giggled and tussled my hair. I kissed her bare sex mound and licked it spreading her legs to give me complete access.
I made my tongue into as a hard a point as I could and ran it around her open sex, along her lips and found her clit hard and throbbing. I flicked it and was rewarded by a sharp intake of air and a thrust from her hips. I held my tongue there and soon she was thrusting at it trying to use it as she might my organ.
I teased her that way till she was panting and moaning. Then I used my fingers to bring her to climax. As soon as she was calmed down I turned around so that now my knees were on either side of her head and my head was back down between her legs.
“Suck me.” It was a sharp command followed by me diving back into that wet pussy. She didn’t start fast enough for my liking so I gave her a sharp smack to her posterior. That got her attention and soon my cock was being attacked by a tongue and lips that seemed to want to devour me.
Soon I was thrusting down into her and she was thrusting up to me. I really didn’t want to come this way so before either of us gained release I pulled away. I turned her onto her stomach and smacked her twice ordering her to get onto her knees.
“Put a condom on me slave.” She found another one in the drawer and rolled it on. I thrust into that hot wet tunnel and soon was bringing us both to orgasm. I made her clean me up. I sent her upstairs naked for a bottle of wine and a snack. I had ordered and paid for a couple of pizzas and I had heard them arrive earlier.
We ate and drank some wine before falling asleep again. We awoke a couple of hours later. I decided that it was time for her to put on a show, besides I was getting a little sore from all the action.
I had been to the bathroom and was standing at the foot of the bed. She was sitting on the bed her legs curled under her. “Kneel on your knees.” I ordered and she obeyed instantly. “Now use your hand to play with yourself. I want to watch you do it to yourself.”
“No. Please anything but that.” Her response was instantaneous.
“I said play with yourself!”
“No. I do that all the time. Please anything else.”
“Now. I’m serious or are you backing out? You haven’t used your safe word.”
“No. Please, do me with your fingers, your tongue your cock, use a vibrator but don’t make me….”
“You have suddenly become a very disobedient slave. Go upstairs and ask the other slave to show you where the strap is. Bring it to me. You will receive five smacks on your bare ass for each time you said no. Tell me how often you said no.”
She hesitated “Well five times for every time you said no and five times for every time you lie.”
Her response was quick. “Three.”
“So how many smacks will you get with the strap?”
“Fifteen.”
“And tell me where you will get them?”
“On my bare ass.”
“Go.” I pointed toward the stairs at the far end of the basement. She scurried off the bed and past me out the door. I could hear her running up the stairs. I wondered how lit they had left the kitchen and front room. I could hear some brief exchanges in the bedroom above us, just murmurs and then her feet hurrying down the hall, the stairs and then she appeared in the doorway, strap in hand.
I held my hand out for it and accepted it. “Lie down on the floor on your back.” I pointed to the floor at my feet. She complied. “Hands at your sides.” She was trying vainly to modestly cover her bare pussy.
“You know I learned something from my brother. Now he wasn’t cruel, but one time his small son just wouldn’t listen. He made him walk upstairs to his room, get the strap and then they went downstairs where my brother gave him two smacks on his bottom. I asked my brother what he thought that had accomplished. You know what he told me?”
She shook her head eyes fixed on me, trembling as she lay there totally exposed.
“He said that it was very effective because his son had to think about his wrong actions all the way up the stairs and into their bedroom, get the strap, bring it down, carry it down into the basement. And you know he always took his time. So tell me what did you think about while you got the strap?” I let it hang over her face.
“I thought about how much it was going to hurt and how I would obey my Master.”
“Excellent.” I dragged the strap over her face. While heavy it is made of soft calf leather. “Smell it.” She turned her face slightly to sniff at the leather. I let her sniff it a couple of times then “Look back at me. Keep your eyes on my face.” I dragged the leather over her chest letting the little crevices rub over her nipples. I swung the strap and caught her one nipple making her jump. I hadn’t really hurt, I’m sure that it didn’t hurt as much as pinching it earlier had. I swung it from the other side and caught her other one making it harden and darken as she gasped. I kept my eye on her face. I could tell she was fighting the urge to look down at herself.
Now I trailed the strap from her chin down between her breasts, just letting the harder tip scrap her skin. Down over her belly and over her bare mound. Down her left leg right to her foot. I tapped the inside of her ankle signaling her to spread her legs. I trailed it back up the outside of her right leg, then down the inside of her left leg and back up the inside of her right. I rubbed the strap over her lips. Her knees jerked as she fought against bending them.
“How many smacks are your going to get with the strap?”
Her voice quivered “Fifteen.”
“Get up on the bed, on your hands and knees facing the mirror.” Carla I found loves to watch herself. She gets so turned on by watching and I love to see everything, all the bare skin and the facial expression.
I trailed the strap from her neck over her back and let it slid off her bare upraised ass. She dropped her head. “Keep your head up, your eyes open. I want you to watch yourself. Also you will keep the count aloud.” With no warning I brought the strap up and down hard. I made the first one the hardest. It tenderizes the area and every stroke after that need not be that hard to have the same effect.
“One” it was cry of surprise more than pain. I waited and watched her face in the mirror and let the expectation build then did it again quite hard. “Two.” Now she trembled as I stroked her back. “Three.” And so on till she called out fifteen with a sense of relief.
I moved in front of her leaving the strap laying on her back. “Now will you obey?”
“Yes Master.”
“Then kneel and play with your pussy.”
She jerked upright on her knees, her right hand went between her legs and plunged inside her. I let her go for a couple of minutes then “Slow, slow down, tease yourself. Make it last. Use your other hand on your breasts. Tease those beautiful nipples, Lick your finger and then touch your nipple lightly.” I knew that wetting her finger and then her nipple would cool the area making the nipple fill with blood and distend it. Her bowed a little but came right back up when I told her to raise her head. I stepped to the side giving her a clear view of herself in the mirror.
I let her go for a few minutes more watching her face blush and her expression change as she neared a climax. “Do you want this?” I was holding my hard erection out to her. She nodded barely able to speak. “Kiss it. Suck it. Show me how much you want it in that hot wet pussy.”
She nearly tumbled off the bed trying to lean forward while still continuing her hand work. In the end she managed to balance herself. After a minute I pulled away. I got another condom from the night table and gave it to her to roll on. Then I went behind her. I took over massaging her breasts and thrust into her. She came immediately and in just a couple of minutes again and then I had one of those dry orgasm that men rarely have. No ejaculation, just an orgasm.
Again I made her clean me up and then we slept till morning. We woke around nine, had a shower and then went upstairs to the smell of coffee and Carla’s pancakes, sausages and bacon. Both Diane and I were in robes, Karen had insisted that Carla be naked. It was interesting watching Karen and Diane admiring Carla. Carla got to see a little of Diane as her robe was open a little.
After we had our breakfast and were sitting there enjoying some coffee I opened my robe. “Slave you have something to do here.” I pointed to my semi erect penis. “But first take off your robe and show them what a good slave you are. Play with yourself like you did for me last night after the strapping.”
Diane got up from her chair at the back of the table and came around in front of me. She took her robe off which certainly caught Carla’s attention, then knelt in front of me and started to tease her nipples the way I had instructed her, then her clit till she was close. Then she took my stiffening cock in her mouth and licked and sucked it all the while teasing herself.
I pulled her off me and then lifted her up. I pulled her close to me spreading her legs. Then I guided her down onto me. She got the idea quickly and sank onto me with a grateful smile on her face.
She used her legs to stroke up and down on me bringing herself off quickly. Then as her second climax neared I came just barely ahead of her. As Diane clung to me catching her breath I turned to Karen.
“Wouldn’t it be great to see our two slaves do a 69 for us right here on the kitchen floor.” She quickly agreed. I could see Carla was all for it, Diane looked a little unsure but Carla soon had her down on the floor and was on top her sucking and licking that pussy.
I reached under Carla and pinched Diane’s nipple hard. “Suck slave.” That got her moving and soon they were both coming. We made them bring each other twice more before separating them. I led Diane downstairs for another quick shower and makeup so I could take some pictures of her naked coming out of the shower, doing her hair in front of the dresser, her makeup and getting dressed.
We had set a deadline of noon. By eleven thirty Diane was completely dressed and we were sitting on the sofa in the basement kissing, talking quietly. At a few minutes to noon I carried her bag upstairs and her and Karen left to go their separate ways.
