("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- For Rachel by W2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com) *** This is a brief fantasy inspired by a reader and a fan who deeply desires to enslave herself to my ever demanding wife. To facilitate her desires, we are sharing this story of the early stages of her submission, for all the world to read. (FF, 1st- lesbian-expr, exh, mast) *** The message read in part: "But all I could think about was your wife removing my dress on the dance floor and tormenting my nipples and my clit. I need to feel her nipples swell to hardness in my mouth and taste the juices from her pussy. I need to feel her hands on my body and her fingers in my ass. I am humbly begging her to allow me to be her sex slave. I am hers to do with as she wishes." My beautiful, evil wife, quite taken with this petite young lady and her plea to be dominated, offered her the following response describing the early stages of her submission. I was required to send it back as a narrative, and she asked that I share it here, as told to me. She takes you to the beach, to a secluded area she knows. As ordered, you are wearing the skimpiest of white string bikinis, appearing as if totally nude, except for some fine strings, from the rear. From the front, her name tattooed high on the inside of your thigh, above the original rose and thorns, is clearly visible when your legs are open, which they are at her instruction as you lay in the sun. At her orders, you have cut the lining from your bikini, leaving only thin material over your most private areas, which are barely covered anyway. It has been a lazy, relaxing afternoon, as you get to know one another, my wife studying your attitude, your demeanor, and most of all your lovely body so willingly displayed. She has intentionally kept things low key, waiting for any signs of impatience, any signs of independent thinking. She likes what she sees, on all counts, concluding the relationship has possibilities. You simply seem content to finally be in her company, an air of expectation hanging over you. As afternoon turns to evening, nearly everyone is gone from the beach except for a group of nine high school students, between your blanket and the water. The two of you have been watching them all afternoon, the young tan guys so buff, and the young girls so pretty and desirable. The guys have likewise been checking the two of you out all afternoon, especially you in the near nothing bikini. My wife is aware of this every time she unties your strings and seductively rubs oil into your skin. Her devious mind is starting to churn, but you have no way to know this. At least not yet. She invites you for a swim, and you eagerly hop up, wanting only to please. As you wade into the surf holding her hand, the bikini sans liner becomes nearly transparent, clinging lewdly to your hard nipples and swollen pubes, the three small gold rings blatantly obvious. While she was pretty certain before, at the first splash she can clearly see that you have in fact shaved your pussy as instructed. Somehow, she has forgotten to remove her watch. She hands it to you and tells you to take it back to the blanket, forcing you to walk past the group in your non-existent swimsuit. The guys stare openly as you pass, then again as you return to the water. A couple of the girls get visibly upset with their boyfriends, but the boys stare anyway. Its not a sight they get everyday. When you return to the water, the two of you hold on to each other, presumably as support against the action of the waves. The group on the beach watches, even the angry girls, as it turns into an embrace, then a sensual kiss. Oblivious to the audience, you melt against her, so grateful to finally get a taste of that which you desire so greatly. Never breaking the embrace, my wife moves you into waist deep water, and unties the strings at your hips, removing your bottoms. You instinctively start to object, but you don't dare, and truth be known, you don't really want to. You're determined to turn yourself over completely, to follow every order, especially for a mistress who has shown already she is capable of tenderness at times. My wife intends to drop your bottoms in the water, letting the current take them away. But she needs to send a message. So she lays them over her shoulder to free her hands, which go back underwater. The kids on the beach look on, an understanding of what it is she has draped across herself slowly passing through the group. Their excited chatter picks up, but you are only focused on one person. She pulls the ring on the hood of your clit harshly, and your body arches back in a mixture of agony and pleasure. Your eyes close, and your mouth comes open, as you throw your head back. The group on the beach can only imagine what's happening under water. The two angry girls are fuming, but they continue to watch all the same. The other two girls don't seem to mind the show at all. And the guys watch with rapt attention. When my wife orders you to remove your top, you hesitate only a moment, earning a displeased look. You make a mental note not to repeat such a mistake. The wet top clings to your tits after you untie the strings, and you have to pull it away, laying it on top of your bottoms, leaving your breasts on display. There's a murmur from the crowd, the guys obviously quite pleased. The water is cold, combining with your aroused state to make your large nipples rock hard. My wife continues to pull on your clit ring, as the group on the beach sees her speak to you. They don't know that you are taking orders, but they see your hands come up and take hold of the rings on your nipples. You pull your own nipples hard away from your chest, as my wife does the same to your clit. Your body has been so charged up all afternoon, as you patiently prayed for acceptance, that it happens fast. The intensity of your orgasm is obvious, even from 30 yards away on the beach. You collapse against my wife, looking for support. She holds you a moment, whispering in your ear. Then she turns and wades to the beach, walking across the sand past the high school kids to the blanket. They watch her, still carrying your suit, nipples stiff, hips swaying seductively. Then they watch you. Your instructions are clear. You move towards the beach, feeling the water fall away from your body. When you reach the point where the waves are just lapping up on the wet sand, you drop to your knees, facing the kids. One hand goes to your breasts, the other to your pussy. At first its awkward masturbating in front of these strangers, but between your commitment to be a good and obedient slave, and the warmth spreading through your body, you soon find yourself intensely turned on. It gradually turns into a depraved display as you fall back onto your heels, masturbating openly, your knees wide apart to expose your sex. Your eyes go closed and your body convulses as you pass through your first orgasm, your hand harshly pulling your right nipple away from your body. Three orgasms minimum she had commanded, at least one with fingers up your ass. You hear the comments from the guys, a couple of them hooting their encouragement, and at least one girl trying to get them to leave and go home. But just like your mistress you know guys, and you know they won't leave. You open your eyes half expecting them to be coming towards you, but they still sit there, watching. Several of the crotches sport obvious bulges. One couple are hugging, the girl's hand dangerously close to the guy's crotch. You decide it's time to up the ante, and hopefully impress the mistress. Rolling over onto all fours, you turn your ass to the crowd and lower your head to the lapping water. Your fingers plunge back in to your pussy. Once sopped, they move back, and you quickly insert one, then two fingers deep in your own ass. An audible gasp can be heard from the crowd this time, as you start to ride your fingers. One girl is absolutely shrill, demanding her boyfriend leave with her. More of your fingers are worked in, coming back to your pussy for more lubricant, with the added benefit of the sun tan oil on your skin, until you are plowing four fingers into your backside. You fall to one side on the wet sand, so your other hand is free to go to your clit, your knees bent so the kids can clearly watch you assault your own ass. The second orgasm is wicked indeed, as you kick and roll in the surf, sand covering your body. Stepping up your depravity, you pull your hands away from your pussy and asshole, and one by one you lick off every finger. Every single digit. Turning to the crowd, you see the one girl now has her hand clearly on her boyfriend's crotch. Several of the guys have arisen to their knees to get a better look, their bulging trunks more obvious because of it. All of the girls are still there, and the angriest one is now quiet. You idly wonder how many virgins are in your young audience as you look past them to my wife, seeking a sign of approval. Her top is off, and one hand is inside her bottoms. So you assume approval has been received as you lock eyes with her and lewdly lick your lips. You hope that if you do well enough, she'll reward you with a taste of her beautiful and desirable pussy. Turning back, you crawl into the deeper water, your ass to the crowd, and wash the sand off. Then you crawl back up to the surf line for your required third display. This time you lay back on the wet sand, the occasional wave reaching up to your left side. You're no more than 10 yards from the group of high school kids now as your hands go right back to work. Your mistress said three, and you want this to be a good one. It starts tenderly, just a pretty young girl softly exploring her body at the edge of the surf, an intensely erotic site for even the most stoic of observers. You play it along for a while, knowing how sexy you look as you gently probe your breasts and your pubes. You want to build the contrast between what is happening, and what is to come. Unable to wait any longer, you sink a couple of fingers into your dripping cunt, and then bring them to your mouth. You do this over and over, transferring your juices from one hole to the other, wantonly rubbing the sticky fingers all about your face. You idly wonder if other people might be walking down the beach, but you no longer care, and in fact you hope so. You have orders to masturbate freely in front of strangers, and you intend to be good at it, the best ever. With your two hands, you gather your nipple rings, bringing them together to pinch them between the fingers of one hand. You pull, stretching both breasts, your mouth popping open and your body involuntarily lifting up as you abuse yourself more harshly than your master likely would, at least for the first time. The pain is exquisite. Your free hand now takes the ring in the hood of your clit, pulling it down and away, stretching your sex in as nasty a display as you can muster. The cry that escapes your lips is real, but you don't stop. Instead you pull harder. Your hips arch upward, trying to relieve the tension, but your hand simply moves farther away, maintaining the pressure, even increasing it. The hand at your tits does the same, now pulling towards your head, extending your tortured nipples in a new direction. Your whole body arches up, totally tense, touching at the shoulders and the lower legs, which are dug deeply into the wet sand. Your eyes are closed in a tight grimace, and even though your mouth is wide open in a silent scream, your breath barely comes in short gasps. Yet you pull harder, wishing your boyfriend could see the wickedness of your self-abuse, the depth of your depravity, as you torture yourself for the amusement of your beautiful mistress. The orgasm is intense, coming without even a touch other than the contact through the thin pieces of gold. A long guttural scream marks your release, as your hands continue the pressure, carrying your orgasm through spasm after spasm. Your body arches upwards, over and over, supported at the head and the heels, pulsing with the flow of pleasure and pain, until finally you can take no more and you collapse back to the sand. Your breath is short and choppy, a small rasping scream coming at every intake. Your hands smother your breasts and pussy, rubbing away the intensity, as you yearn for a hard cock, or better yet, multiple cocks, to bury in you, now. The mistress wouldn't mind, would she? END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 36