"Aren't you going to carry me over the threshold?"
"This isn't our home," I answered. "Just a weekend cottage."
"Still..."
Still.
And so, I picked her up and carried her through the doorway, across the
threshold
and into the cottage. Well, maybe cottage is a bit misleading; really, it's more
of small mansion. My parents, however, had always referred to it as the
"cottage", and who was I, now that they had passed away, to say any different.
"Uhmph..." I groaned as I carried my young bride down the entrance hall.
"Oh, stop it," she frowned, feigning anger. "I'm not so heavy as all that." She
wriggled out of my arms and put her feet on the floor. She was right. Kate was a
slender girl; not heavy at all. "Of course," she added, grinning, "you *are* an
older man. Don't want to cause a heart attack."
"You..."
With a giggle, she took off down the hallway. I gave chase, but held back a bit,
aware of my dignity. Perhaps too aware; Kate was always teasing me about being
too stuffy. Well, easy for her to say. Kate was in her early twenties, over
twenty-five years younger than myself. She was a masters student, doing her
final
year in history at the university. I had met her at a fund raiser for the
university museum. One of my companies was a regular donor. We had started
talking and, well... one thing led to another.
And here we were.
She let me catch up to her at the bottom of the stairs. "Old man," she laughed
as
I put my arms around her and drew her to me for a long, passionate kiss. When we
finally broke apart, her breathing was shallow. "Hmmm...," she whispered,
running
her tongue along her lower lip. "Maybe not so old."
We kissed again.
I really can't say what she saw in me.
As I said earlier, I'm quite a bit older than her. Not old, exactly, but
*older*.
And Kate, well she was as beautiful a girl as I'd ever met: tall, slender,
elegant... there weren't enough adjectives to do her justice. With her long,
blonde hair, blue eyes and exquisite features, she could have been a model. I
think that she could have had any man she'd wanted.
And she chose me.
"I have a surprise for you."
She raised her eyebrows. "A surprise?" She gave me that lopsided grin I'd come
to
know so well. "I love surprises."
I gestured towards the stairwell. "Upstairs," I told her. "In the spare
bedroom."
"Mmmm..." She began walking up the stairs. I followed close behind. "I *love*
surprises," she repeated.
I must admit, I was more than a little nervous as we walked across the landing
towards the closed bedroom door. Kate was sexually adventurous - *god*; no one
knew that better than me - but I wasn't sure whether I'd gone too far with this
particular surprise. Kate also - and once again, I knew this better than anyone
-
had a vindictive streak in her. She was slow to hate, but when she did hate...
well, it ran deep.
And so...
"C-Carl?"
"I believe," I said quietly, trying to sound more confident than I was, "you
know
Andrea."
For the first time since I'd met her, Kate was at a loss for words. Maybe that's
not too surprising, given the sight that awaited her in the spare bedroom.
It was Andrea Cross.
Or, rather, Professor Cross.
Of course, Kate knew her. Professor Cross was - had been - a teacher in the
English department at the university where Kate had began her masters degree in
English and history. She had been Kate's tutor, and the single major reason why
Kate had dropped the English component of her course. For some reason, the woman
had taken it into her head to do everything she could to make certain that Kate
failed out: unbearable course load; unreasonable schedule; impossible
assignments... the works. Kate had borne it as best she could until halfway
through the spring term before dropping the English courses. I tried to talk her
out of it. It seemed like such a waste, particularly with professor Cross going
on sabbatical the following term, but Kate, in tears, had had enough. 'She
couldn't,' she told me, eyes red, 'bear another moment with Cross.'
Well, maybe.
Professor Cross - no, I really should call her Andrea, I suppose - was in her
late thirties, only six years younger than myself, but she really didn't look
it.
From Kate's description, I had expected some cranky old battleaxe, and the first
time I saw her - crying and struggling wildly as her clothing was cut away in
the
back of a moving van - I had been more than a little surprised. She was a
slender
woman, with small, well-formed breasts and rich, shoulder-length auburn hair. If
it hadn't been for her face - she had one of those thin-lipped, severe faces -
she might have been beautiful.
I had seen her a number of times in the month since she had been taken: naked
with her arms tied high above her head and her small breasts shining with sweat,
striped red with the whipping she had just received; kneeling in front of one of
Mistress Angela's guards, heavily made-up lips wrapped around his cock while
having her naked ass caned; squat-fucking herself on a massive dildo which had
been stuck on a sawhorse, all the time rubbing her small breasts and moaning in
simulated passion that she was a 'slut' and a 'whore' and that she needed to be
fucked... but the sight of the woman as I entered the room behind Kate took my
breath away once again.
Mistress Angela had outdone herself.
Andrea was on the bed, lying on her back. She was almost naked, wearing nothing
but a leather collar, nylons held up with garters, and a pair of bright red
pumps
(at least six inch heels) strapped onto her feet. Well, that's not entirely
true;
she did have a thick leather strap around her middle to which her wrists were
cuffed, but I don't know if that really counts for clothing. Her legs were
spread, held apart by a spreader bar to which her ankles were attached. I noted
that Mistress Angela had cut Andrea's hair quite short, in a spiky punk style,
and dyed it a bright red. Nice touch.
Oh, I suppose I should mention the small, gold nipple rings to which a pair of
cheery little bells had been attached. Mistress Angela had thought it a bit
early
for them, but I wanted everything to be perfect.
For Kate.
Andrea looked over at us as we entered the room, but didn't say anything. Her
face, however, reddened when she recognized her ex-student.
"Oh my god... Carl." Kate walked slowly forward, her hands clenched together in
front of her mouth. "What have you done?"
"Do you like the surprise?" Was it too much for her? Nervous, I walked past my
new wife and over to the side of the bed where the bound woman waited silently.
"She's perfectly trained." I reached down and put the back of my hand to
Andrea's
mouth. She flushed an even deeper red, her eyes darting between Kate and myself,
but the training held. Hesitantly at first, but then with more enthusiasm, she
extended her tongue and began to lick my hand.
An obedient dog.
Kate just watched, her blue eyes wide.
After a few moments, I extended my middle finger. Andrea stopped licking my
hand;
instead, she took the finger into her mouth and began sucking on it while making
quiet moaning sounds. I watched Kate, but I was completely unable to gauge her
reaction. Was she angry? Horrified? I couldn't tell. She just stood there,
watching.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
I reached down and unzipped my pants. "She's spent the last month in training,"
I
explained to my silent bride. "Being turned into the perfect slut. She's now not
only able, but willing to satisfy a man or woman with any part of her body." On
cue, my penis fell away from my pants, long and hard. Andrea let out a quiet
moan
and raised her head, straining her neck for a chance to taste it. I obliged,
kneeling on the side of the bed. The bound woman twisted her upper body and took
my cock in her mouth. I reached down, grabbed a handful of red hair, and pulled
her head forward until her face was buried in my crotch. "See." I looked over at
Kate, who still had not said anything. "She's been trained to have no gag
reflex;
she can take a cock almost all the way down her throat." I looked down at the
top
of the professor's head. Mistress Angela had recounted to me the countless hours
of cocksucking practice Andrea had been subjected to before she had gained this
skill.
It had been worth it.
I released her head and she slid her lips down my cock, all the time sucking and
working her tongue. It was exquisite. Practice had indeed made perfect.
Still, Kate had said nothing.
Worried, I pulled my cock away from Andrea's mouth. A line of drool connected us
for a moment, but then fell loose across the woman's chin. She fell back to the
bed as I stood up and replaced my cock in my pants.
What was Kate thinking? Had I gone too far? Perhaps I had misjudged her; I had
thought that she would be delighted to see her former tormentor brought so low,
but maybe...
"Kate?"
Finally, she spoke. "Why," she asked quietly, "doesn't she say anything?"
I turned back to where Andrea lay on the bed, staring at us. "She's been trained
to keep silent," I told her. "Slaves don't speak unless they've been given
permission."
"Slave." Kate turned that word over in mouth, trying it out; tasting it.
"Sla-a-ve."
I stood in silence, waiting for Kate's reaction. For the first time, I felt a
wave of real fear pass through me. I didn't want to lose Kate. I couldn't...
She turned to me.
Her eyes were shining.
Tears?
"Oh Carl," she said, her face turning into one big, lopsided smile, "this is
wonderful." I let out a loud sigh; I hadn't realized it, but I had been holding
my breath. "Can I try her out?" She turned back to the bed. "Can I use her?"
"Of course," I answered, smiling myself. "That's what she's here for."
Kate immediately reached down and pulled up her skirt, giving me a view of her
long, stocking-clad legs. She grabbed a hold of her panties, pulled them down
and
slithered out of them, letting them fall to the floor. Then she clambered up
onto
the bed and swung a leg over Andrea, straddling her new slave with her thighs.
Grinning, Kate reached down and took one of Andrea's breasts in her hand. She
fondled it for a moment, paying special attention to the ring and bell. Then she
gave it a vicious pinch, eliciting a small cry from Andrea. "Oh, you bitch," my
wife growled. She shook back her blonde hair and then shifted her body so that
her pantyless crotch was positioned over the mouth of the bound woman. "Suck me,
bitch," she ordered, grinding her crotch downward and letting her skirt fall
over
Andrea's face. Andrea must have obeyed, because Kate immediately got that dreamy
look on her face as she slowly rode up and down on the other woman's mouth.
My mind went back to the first time Andrea had been forced to service another
woman with her tongue. Mistress Angela had used Cynthia, a fat black woman, to
train Andrea in the art of pussy sucking. It had been about a week into her
training; Andrea had been pretty much broken and obedient by then, but it still
took a solid caning before she would stick her tongue in her trainer's pussy.
I had been present for the first time, and remembered Andrea, tears streaming
down her cheeks, nuzzling her face between the black woman's heavy thighs,
sucking and licking for all she was worth. All the while keeping her reddened
ass
stuck out for the cane in case her black mistress detected a lack of enthusiasm.
Cynthia had come, after a while, but had been far from satisfied with her
student's performance. She had given Andrea a stern lecture and then forced the
university professor to do it all over again, all the time calling out
instructions, orders and threats.
I'd left soon after. According to Angela, it had taken almost two weeks of pussy
and ass sucking, and, ultimately, toilet duties, before Cynthia had grudgingly
admitted that Andrea had developed any facility at satisfying another woman.
That long hours of hard work had clearly paid off, as my lovely bride's cries
and
moans demonstrated. Professor Cross clearly knew her way around a pussy. Kate
was
now bucking up and down, riding her ex-teacher's face like it was a bucking
horse.
Excited, I walked forward and ran my hands along the inside of Andrea's thighs.
Andrea's legs were held apart by a spreader bar, and her pussy was clearly
visible. It was, of course, completely devoid of hair. On Mistress Angela's
recommendation, I had ordered that she be shaved, both in front and in back, and
then subjected to electrolysis. Andrea was now permanently hairless.
I reached down and slid a finger into her exposed pussy.
Wet.
I smiled. Mistress Angela had done her job well. Slave Andrea was as helpless to
control the humiliating reactions of her own body as she was to refuse the
commands of her owners. It was perfect; her mind was still her own - she must be
hating every moment of her subjugation and slavery - but her body couldn't help
but react like a slave.
Since she was getting so excited, I decided to help out. I walked across the
room, picked up a large banana from a bowl of fruit and returned to the bed.
Kate
was about done now, bouncing up and down on the bed as though it was a
trampoline. I reached down and slowly slid the banana into the teacher's sopping
pussy. She clenched her thighs, trying to prevent the penetration, but was
helpless to stop it. I kept pushing, and managed to get it completely inserted,
with only the tip sticking out, when Kate came.
I stood back and watched as my gorgeous bride bounced and screamed on the bed,
her head thrown back and long, blonde hair flying all over the place. I'd never
seen her come so hard, which was a little disconcerting, but I resolved not to
be
insulted. I had, after all, been responsible for placing this woman at her
control. It must be more than a little satisfying for her to have control of the
woman who had caused her so much anguish over the last year or so.
"Oh gawd, that was intense."
Kate brushed back a lock of blonde hair from her sweaty forehead as she pushed
herself up to her knees and slid off the bed. Andrea gasped for air as her face
appeared from under Kate's skirt. Her features were red and shiny with the
younger girl's pussy juice.
Kate stood beside the bed, grinning down at her former teacher and readjusting
her skirt. "Carl... how did you do this?" She turned towards me. "This bitch is
supposed to be on sabbatical."
"That's what made it so easy," I told her. "She's supposed to be traveling in
Europe. No one expects to see her for the next few months. It was dead easy to
pick her up for... training, I guess you'd call it." I looked into my bride's
shining blue eyes. "I know how much pain she caused you over the last year. I
wanted to give you the perfect gift."
"Oh Carl..." Kate skipped forward and hugged me. "It *is* perfect; there are so
many things I want to do to her!" We kissed. When she broke away, she dropped
her
hand to my crotch and felt the bulge. "Oh," she giggled, "but I'm being selfish,
looking after my own needs while my husband goes unsatisfied." She looked over
at
where Andrea lay on the bed. "Does she suck cock as well as she sucks pussy?"
I smiled, thinking of the countless hours Mistress Angela had forced Andrea to
practice her cock-sucking, first on dildos, then men, slowly training her to
deep
throat. In fact, I remembered the very first time. Andrea had to be strapped
down
and fitted with an O-gag so that she wouldn't bite. The trainer had crouched
over
her face and slid his huge cock into her mouth through the gag. Andrea had
moaned
and thrashed about, the tears streaming down her cheeks, but couldn't stop him
from fucking her mouth until he came, shooting ropes of sperm all over her face
and upper body.
She had come a long way since then.
"Oh, I think that she can manage something of that sort."
Kate laughed.
Within a few moments, we had Andrea kneeling on the floor. Her bonds were
unchanged; we had just pulled her down and over the foot of the bed, so that she
was kneeling with her legs spread. The banana slid out about an inch or so,
causing Kate to laugh again.
"You've shaved her," she noted, looking at Andrea's bare crotch.
Andrea's face turned red again. "It's permanent," I told her, once again
unzipping my fly. "It'll increase her resale value."
Kate looked puzzled at that, but didn't say anything. Instead, she ran her long,
cool fingers over my rapidly hardening penis and then guided it into Andrea's
waiting mouth. Then she stood back and watched as her ex-teacher sucked hungrily
at my penis. I didn't use my hand to hold or help her; I just stood there as she
moved her mouth up and down on my penis, alternately sucking and then running
her
tongue up and down it's length.
Once again, the practice had paid off.
She was a wonderful cocksucker.
Kate just watched for a few moments, making only the occasional comment
regarding
the technique displayed by her ex- teacher. I must say, I was right about her
being able to hold a grudge.
"You said something about 'resale value'?"
"Yes." I fell silent for a moment as Andrea's tongue did the most exquisite
things at the base of my penis. "It costs a lot of money to train a slave,
particularly when they're not entirely... well, willing, to be blunt." I slid my
cock back and she teased the tip with her lips. "Once they're trained," I
continued, "however, there are a lot of people willing to pay good money for
them."
"Who? Where?"
"Well, the middle east is always good; there's always room in a harem for a
well-trained white woman." Andrea moaned in fear. "There are a number of
establishments in Mexico - well, two I can think of off the top of my head -
that
pay for new 'employees'." I looked over at Kate; her hand had dropped to her
crotch and her face had taken on that dream-like quality I knew so well.
She was really enjoying this.
"And there's always South America. I understand that there are any number of
drug
lords or heads of state who would enjoy a new 'mistress'."
Kate let out a small moan. She walked around behind where Andrea was kneeling at
my feet, threw her arms around my shoulders and ground her crotch into the back
of Andrea's head. This forced the bound woman to take my cock all the way into
the back of her throat just as Kate brought her lips to mine for a long
passionate kiss. We kissed for a few moments, and then broke apart, breathing
heavily; Kate continued to grind her crotch against the back of her ex-teacher's
head, causing the bound woman to slide her lips up and down on my cock in time
with the pressure. No more of that wonderful technique, but by then it didn't
really matter. And, of course, the feel of Kate against me more than made up for
any deficiency in the cock sucking department.
Not that Andrea wouldn't be whipped for it later.
Of course.
"Where else?" Kate whispered, biting my ear.
"On the other hand, there's no need to leave the U.S.," I answered, breathing
heavily. "There are plenty of buyers available. I understand that there's a
string of men's clubs that 'purchase' strippers to whore for them at their
various clubs across the country." My thrusts became more violent as I
approached
orgasm. Caught between my penis and Kate's crotch, Andrea was helpless to do
anything other than ride it out. Her nipple bells jingled in time with our
movements. "There's also a certain 'Club' in California that's always looking
for
new talent." I began to move my hips faster now, thrusting forward as Andrea
ground down. The bells jingled steadily now. Almost... "And, of course, there
are
the usual bikers or pimps who would be more than willing to take this slave off
our..."
I could hold it no longer. With a groan, I jammed my penis down Andrea's throat
and held it there as it stiffened and then released jet after jet of sperm into
her mouth. Just as I did that, Kate let out a loud moan, and stiffened, all the
while frantically running her crotch up and down along the back of Andrea's
head.
"Oh gawd..." My beautiful wife wrapped her long legs around behind me and shoved
hard with her crotch, pushing Andrea's face even further down onto my penis, if
that was possible. Kate hugged me close and we engaged in a long kiss as we both
orgasmed while Andrea gagged and gasped for air.
It seemed to last forever, but it couldn't have been more than a minute or so
before we broke apart, both of us panting like we'd run a marathon. Kate
unwrapped her legs and put them back on the floor. We stood like that for a few
moments, just staring into each other's eyes.
I loved that woman so much...
I felt a continued sucking at my penis and looked down. Andrea, red-faced with
the effort of holding her breath with my cock jammed down her throat, was still
sucking at it, cleaning it. As she had been taught.
Kate let out a short, vicious laugh.
"Darling," she said quietly, toying with my hair. "I know it cost a lot of money
to train her and everything, and I really like the thought of her being sold
like
you said... but... but, can we keep her? Just for a bit? We can always sell her
later."
I smiled.
I had sort of been expecting this.
"Of course," I answered. "She's my honeymoon present to you. You can keep her
for
as long as you like. I've had the kennel fixed up in the basement so she'll have
a place to..."
Kate cut me off with a long kiss of thanks.
This was one purchase I wouldn't regret.
Afterwards, I pulled my cock away and Kate stood back, leaving Andrea kneeling
on
the floor, her legs spread on the bar and hands still fastened to her waist
belt.
I turned to Kate to say something, but then...
"P-please."
It was Andrea. I looked down sternly. She had spoken without permission. Well,
Mistress Angela had warned me that she wasn't fully trained. The slave would,
however, be punished for it later. "If you have something to say," I told her,
"address it to your new mistress." I gestured towards Kate.
Kate grinned. "What is it, sla-a-ve?" She was still enjoying the word.
"Please, mistress," Andrea begged in a small voice. "Please. Can I... c-come?"
I looked a little closer and saw that the banana that I had inserted in her
pussy
was now three-quarters out and rested partially on the floor. Andrea was trying
to spread her legs further so that she could press downward and create pressure
on her clit. She was attempting, in short, to fuck herself with the banana.
Kate and I both laughed.
Here was Professor Andrea Cross, clad in leather collar and bound on her knees
with her hairless pussy exposed to the world, small bells jingling as they hung
from the nipple rings on her naked breasts as she gasped for breath, her face
shiny with pussy juice, sweat and sperm... and was she begging to be let go? To
be released from her humiliating bondage? No; she just wanted to come, and was
trying desperately to squat fuck herself on a banana. Mistress Angela had done a
splendid job; in one month she'd turned a university professor into a whining,
crawling slave slut.
I'd have to make certain that there was a bonus included with the final payment.
Kate walked forward and ran her hand through her slave's short, red hair. "I
don't think so," she said, kneeling down so that her face was directly opposite
Andrea's. She reached down and slid the banana back up into her ex-teacher's
sopping pussy. "I expect you to keep that banana in your cunt until I tell you
otherwise. And you don't come until I say. Do you understand?"
Andrea whimpered, but managed to stammer out a "Yes mistress."
"Good." Kate smiled. She brought her hand up and began toying with Andrea's
breasts, cupping one in her hand and then letting it fall free. The bells in
Andrea's nipple rings jingled whenever she did this. "We have lots of things to
discuss about last year," Kate said menacingly.
"Yes mistress."
Kate stood and turned to me. "And as for you," she grinned, "it occurs to me
that
we haven't consummated our marriage yet. And this seems like the perfect time
and
place."
She patted the bed.
I stared at her, flustered. "But... I don't think..."
My bride just grinned. She walked up to me and gave me a long kiss. "Don't
worry," she whispered, "I'm sure you'll be 'up for it'. Under the right
conditions."
And do you know, she was right.
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