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Faye's Return

When Richard got home, he discovered that Faye had returned.

It’s not like he could have missed it.

She knew he always entered through the front door. He parked the car in the driveway despite the 2-car garage, because he’d turned it into a heated and finished room, even if the ceiling were higher than absolutely necessary for normal use. She also knew that anyone who came in through the front door could see directly back into the dining room for the foyer.

So that’s where she was when he came home.

The table was cleared off, and she’d bent over it. Her hands might have been tied, if she’d managed that somehow, but he couldn’t tell from the foyer. She was wearing black six-inch heels, thigh-highs with a line up the back attached to black garters. She also wore a short skirt that rode up her ass and gave him a direct view of her perfectly framed pussy. The lips of her pussy jutted out like a pout and light glinted off the moisture there. She was either aroused or prepared with lube, probably both.

Richard set his briefcase down next to the table in the foyer. He emptied his pockets of loose change, keys, wallet, all into a small bowl that he left there. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it in the coat closet, and took of this shoes and lined them up with his other inside the closet.

A week ago he’d have been happy to see her like this, he’d have dropped his things carelessly by the door and walked down the short hallway, pulling out his cock and sinking it deep within her. But she hadn’t been there; she hadn’t been there for a month since the big fight. He could still hear the door slam as she left, unwilling to answer his question or even explain why she wouldn’t answer.

He’d called her of course, texted her, sent her an email. He’d even gone by her apartment and knocked on the door, only to be asked — politely — to leave by her roommate, Lorraine. That had been two weeks ago. He’d written her one more email, explaining what he wanted, and why, and asking her again. That email had gone unanswered, as well.

And last week he’d given up. She was gone, and it was time for him to move on.

But now, here she was. Half-naked on his dining room table, bent over and ready for him.

He considered as he pulled off his tie, and decided she’d just have to wait.

He walked back to his room and methodically changed into some more comfortable clothes. Normally he’d just throw on a robe, but not tonight. She’d know what that meant, too. He grinned to himself, and shook his head.

He walked back down the hall, and saw that she was in the same position as before. He cut through his den, and into the kitchen, and poured himself a beer. He walked into the dining room. Her hands were flat on the table, unbound, and unmoving. Her black hair cascaded over her head, obscuring her face where it was mostly pressed into the table. She wore a white blouse of some kind.

He sat down at the table. She let out a breath, but didn’t say anything. He took a sip of his beer, and brushed her hair away from her face. She was crying. He pursed his lips. “Tell me, Faye, does your phone work? Your email? Your computers?”

She nodded. “I guess I knew that, or you wouldn’t be here, like this.” He took another sip of his beer. “You’re about a week late,” he said.

A sob left her lips and her whole body shook. “I didn’t say too late,” he said. “Just late.” The last was almost a whisper. He slammed his hand down on the table, and she jerked. “Dammit, Faye, I gave up. I assumed I had your answer. You didn’t talk to me, Lorraine sent me away, your work wouldn’t forward calls.

“I left you alone, because — what else could I do? I reached out, and nothing, just a blank wall. Do you care to explain that?”

She shook her head. He closed his eyes. She was serious. He took another sip of his beer. He looked her in the eye, and she looked right back at him. Her eyes said it all. “Use me, take me, make me yours just like you wanted.” And she was here, following the rules he’d laid down that night. The ones he’d yelled at her in the fight, telling her his secret fantasy. By then he’d already asked the question, and she’d balked.

But now she was here, and she was staring at him with those submissive eyes, and he was getting hard and he had to admit that he’d given up on her, but here she was, quiet and ready for him.

“Go home, Faye,” he said. “We’ll have lunch tomorrow and talk about it. Figure out some way to make this work that’s fair to both of us.

She shook her head, and her gaze became defiant, challenging him. Challenging him to make her, or to take her. The fire that was in the core of her was still there. He felt himself relaxing a bit.

“Okay,” he said. “You’ve made your mind. I wish I knew what had changed your mind, and I don’t think I can get you to tell me now.”

She just shook her head, and he sighed regretting his words from when she left. “Don’t say a word to me,” he’d said, “until you’re ready to say yes or no.” And then he’d brought out the ring and she’d fled.

He stood up and walked around the table, running his hands over her as he went. His hands gripped her ass, and he slid a hand down her crack, idling over her asshole for a moment, then gliding around her pussy and down her thighs. He played with the tops of her nylons, then let go, and walked around the table again.

He left the room, and watched her for a minute before he made his decision. Checking his watch, he sighed. There wasn’t much time.

He entered the dining from for the foyer, and brought his hand down on her right ass check. The sound was perfect, thankfully, and filled the room with the sound of the smack. His handprint stood out red on her white skin. She hissed, drawing in her breath, and then he smacked her other ass, for a second perfect stroke.

Her fingers scabbled against the table, as she struggled to be still, to not say anything, to not be too excited. He walked back around in front of her and sat down again. He set the ring box on the table. “Lorraine was right,” he said. “Wives — spouses — are equals. They’re both part of a partnership, and while they take on different roles, they are equal partners. She said that was your problem with it, is that right?”

She nodded.

“I can think of no greater gift than to have a partner — my equal — as my submissive. I don’t understand people who want the submission of those lesser than them. That’s easy to get, it’s almost a given. But for an equal, which you have always been Faye, that’s something much better.”

He opened the ring box, and the diamond engagement ring shone in the light. Her eyes grew large, and again demanding. She licked her lips and wiggled her ass expectantly. It was more than he could take. He checked his watch again, and stood.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said. He stood, leaving the ring right where it was. He unzipped his pants, and walked around the table. Behind her, his cock out, he grabbed her ass and slid into her. She let out a gasp, but not a word.

She was warm and tight and wet. Some of it was lube, but not all of it. He’d been right about that. “You should have come here last week,” he said.

He slid in and out of her, pressing her against the table. “I’d have fucked you on the table, and then I’d have asked you the question, and you could have answered me and things could have gone on to normal. Or the new normal anyway.” She whimpered a bit at this. He grabbed her ass, and slide in and out of her. She was breathing fast as he fucked her.

“I love you so much, Faye,” he said. He fucked her faster, and spanked her ass a few more times as he fucked her. She started to come beneath him, and he knew he wouldn’t be long. It had been a month, longer than he’d gone in years.

“I am going to ask you the question tonight,” he said. “But you really should have come sooner.”
He slammed into her, pounding her hard, and he filled her up with his come. He pulled out of her and walked around the table. She moved enough to suck his cock, cleaning him off as he’d trained her.

He brushed her hair back away from her face. “I can’t wait to use you forever,” he said. “I can’t wait to ask you the question. But when you answer it, as I hope you will, I have plans for you that will take us all night.”

The doorbell rang and he checked his watch. “Right on time,” he said. “You should have come last week, Faye,” he said. “Tonight’s my night to host the poker game.”

He pulled out of her mouth and stuffed himself back into his pants. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Well,” he said. “If you say yes, it won’t be the last time you help me host it.”

He walked into the foyer, looking back and seeing her still there, her pussy moist with his juices. The doorbell rang again, and he went to let in his poker buddies, wondering how much cards they’d actually get to tonight, since his table was taken.

Date Night, Part 3

I pulled Madeline to me and gave her a kiss, thrusting my tongue between her lips. We were still in my car, stopped at the exit to her subdivision. She moaned into the kiss and I pulled her to me harder. When I finally broke the kiss, she stayed closed to me, her breathing heavy. Her nipples pressed against her little black dress that was still rucked up over her hips from where I’d fingered her to orgasm only moments before.

“I hate to break the kiss, Madeline,” I said. “But if we’re going to get to the ravishing, we should probably get moving.”

She laughed. I put my hands back on the wheel, and shifted the car into gear. She slid down in the car, so that her head was in my lap. I pushed down on the gas pedal, and her hand found my hard cock. “Is this okay, Sir?” she asked.

“By all means, Madeline. Suck my cock.”

She quickly got me unbuckled. I moved my seat back to give her a bit more room, and began heading south. I felt the cool air on my cock as she pulled it out from my pants, and then slid her mouth over it, warming it back up. Her lips caressed the shaft, and her tongue did interesting things I couldn’t stop paying attention to, as much as I needed to drive safely.

I turned onto a different route that I’d not normally take — it was too busy, with stop and go traffic. But since I was feeling no rush to hurry, I didn’t worry about how slow the traffic was. I’d inch forward, then break, and she’d ride up and down my cock a few times, and I’d get to actually feel it. There was no doubt in my mind that she was very good at this. A lot better than Thomas, but then he was a rank amateur — if a passionate one.

“You’re going to have to give Thomas lessons,” I said. “Maybe some of my other lovers, too.”

She pulled off of me. “You have other lovers?”

“Of course,” I said. “You didn’t think you and Thomas were the first married people I’ve had sex with.”

“No, I guess not,” she said. “What about not-married people, anyone special?”

“I only have sex with people in relationships,” I said. “Mostly married people. The odd gay couple and the one lesbian. Some spouses know, some don’t.”

“Anyone like Thomas and I?” she asked. She stroked my cock with her hand when she pulled off of me.

I pulled up a bit more, watching the red lights stream ahead of me. “No, never anyone like you, never both, not submissive and separately like that. No, you two are special.” I ran my hand through her hair, and she kept sucking on my cock.

We were driving down Riverside during rush hour, even though it was dark out. This was not the place to be unless you had to. On the other hand, there was a park on our right, and it looked fairly abandoned. Madeline’s head bobbed on me, and I could feel my need increase. I was some ways from coming, but she’d get me there.

“You might not want to make me come like that,” I said.

“Oh?” she asked around my cock.

“Thomas can only come if he eats my load, preferably out of you. You could hold it in your mouth all night, I guess, but that’d make for a poor dinner and conversation.”

She chuckled around my cock, and swallowed it down. She slowly lifted up off my cock. “You don’t want to come?”

“You don’t want to get fucked by your husband?”

“I want to get fucked by you,” she said.

“So be careful,” I said. “But don’t stop.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Traffic moved a bit more, and I turned into the park. I drove around the parking lot looking for a space which was mostly abandoned but that wasn’t also pitch black. I could leave the car’s lights on, if we needed to, but I’d rather disappear into the blackness. I only needed to see a little bit. Finally I found one and pulled into a parking space, just outside the light cone of a nearby streetlamp.

“Out,” I said. My Scion was a sporty car, and a great one to pick up a lover in, but it was much too small to fuck in. The blowjob Madeline had been giving me had left her pretty cramped in her seat — not that she minded. I got out of the car, but didn’t put my cock away. It bobbed in the air as Madeline twisted around and opened her door.

I walked around to her and offered her my hand, and pulled her up out of the car. Her heels gave her enough height that I could pull her into a kiss, and I did. As our tongues danced, I moved us up to the hood of the car, and pulled her skirt up to her waist, where it was still largely bunched up from earlier.

I broke the kiss. “You said something about wanting to be fucked?” I said. “Needing to be fucked?”

“No one has fucked me since night we were together. When I went home, I was horny for my husband, but I wouldn’t let him do more than lick me that night. I came, but… you hadn’t said I couldn’t yet.”

“I’m going to fix that, right now,” I said. Her eyes got big, and I turned her around, and bent her over the dark hood of my car. She spread her legs, and put her hands down to steady herself. I grabbed my cock and guided myself into her.

She was wet and tight and the angle she was at let me go deep inside her and fill her up. Her heels lifted her ass up and she was bent down on the car. I pressed down on the top of her back, and she bent even more. Her dress slid up her body exposing her back and belly, and her ass was blue-white in the light.

“Oh, fucking, God! Yes, Sir,” she said.

I grabbed her hips and dug my fingers into them and I fucked her. I was horny as hell from her husband’s mouth to hers, to my plans for the evening. Sure, I’d let them derail us into this park, but I had the little blue pills and the whole evening. I would deliver her back to her husband drenched in my sperm. He’d have loads and loads to lick and eat off her body.

My cock rammed in and out of her, fast and with no thought about her except to hear her grunts which increased with my pace. She urged me on as I took her. “You are mine,” I said.

“Yes, yes, fuck me Sir, fuck me.”

“Oh, Madeline, you are such a good slave.”

“Fuck me, Sir,” she said. “Just fuck me.”

I reached down and grabbed her hair, and pulled her back against me, pressing my cock as deep into her as I could. Cars drove by us, I could hear their engines and horns, but none came down into the park. I’m not sure I would have stopped if they did.

“You are a good fuck, Madeline. Such a whore for my cock.”

“Yes sir, please fuck me, Sir. Please let me come.”

“You can come whenever I’m touching you Madeline. You heard my rule.”

‘Oh, God yes,” she said. And she started coming. She twisted below me and I held onto her. I wrapped one hand around her, and grabbed a breast, and the other dug into her ass, holding her in place. I slid my cock in and out of her, slamming it home with each thrust. She just came and came and came.

And then I came, filling her up. I held myself in her, and she twitched on my cock as I spurted into her.

“Thank you, Master, thank you thank you thank you,” she said.

I pulled out of her. “Clean me off, slut,” I said. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” She turned around and squatted, and took my cock in her mouth, cleaning it off with her tongue, and tucking me back into my pants. The dress fell back down around her as she stood, but I knew she’d be leaking down her leg before long.

I took a deep breath. I’d lost control of myself and my evening. Not that Madeline necessarily noticed, but hopefully I’d gotten a bit of my control back. Maybe, maybe not. All I could think was that I already wanted to fuck her again.


Society Initiation

At least Darren was in the same position she was. It made sense considering they’d decided to do this together, submission to the Society. They were both naked and on their knees. Her lower calves were roped together; her forearms were bound behind her back. Two clamps were tightened down on her nipples and a jar hung between the the clamps, suspended on a chain.

Every few minutes or so, someone would come up, drop some small change in the jar, and jam their cock in her mouth. Sometimes they’d let her do it, but most of them just grabbed her long blonde hair, and fucked her face. They’d come, in her or on her, and the next one would step up.

Darren was mostly doing women, and they took longer. When is a woman done coming anyway? It’s not like with men. So Allie had some hope that she’d fill her jar before he did, even though it dragged down on her breast more and more as the men lined up to get a blow.

This was their night as entertainment for the Society’s club. Each time a pair of slaves was chosen to do whatever evil thing the dominants from the Society wanted. Usually it was a competition between them, and whoever won went — mostly — unbound for the day, and weren’t as restricted as normal. The last time she’d won, Allie had spent the day in bed masturbating over and over until she rubbed herself raw.

The next few days hadn’t been very comfortable, but since the Society didn’t guarantee them orgasm (in fact, quite the opposite), it was well worth it. Of course, losing was much less pleasant. The penalties involved were painful and unpleasant. And you were barred from orgasm for a week or more, a punishment the Society reveled in.

Lately they had taken to pairing her with her husband. If she won, he’d be put into a male chastity belt, and whipped and caned. Of course, if she lost, then the same would happen to her. Of course, she thought, wily, he would never be able to take advantage of “orgasm day” as fully as she could, and the thought of him bound, whipped, sent tingles through her.

The man in her mouth came against the back of her throat, and she dutifully swallowed. She didn’t care about the act anymore, but still loved the feel of being used, of being forced to choose whether she or her husband would be the one punished. Of course, Darren faced the same choices, and from the looks of things as he went down on Mistress Talia, he enjoyed it well.

Talia shuddered in orgasm, and she dropped several coins in Darren’s jar. He winced at the new weight against his nipples, and Talia pulled him back down to her cunt. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to work! Allie looked down at her jar, barely half-full, and over at her husband’s which was at least three-quarters full!

Before she could react, there was tinkling of coins, and another cock at her lips. She sucked him as he fucked her mouth. She realized she may not win, and her pussy clenched. Allie wasn’t sure which she wanted. If desire had been simple for her, she wouldn’t have joined the Society.

Behind her, she felt the gentle caress of Mistress Marie. “Suck well, my darling, you have to get through a lot more men than your precious husband. I have a wager running on this, and if you fail me, well, I’ll make sure your punishment is exquisite.”

Allie moaned around the cock, sucking harder, trying to get him off faster and better. Behind her, Mistress Marie cackled with glee. Allie orgasmed as cum hit the back of her throat.

The Society mentioned here becomes the main rail of Sir Tortuga’s Society/Fucktoy Blog as well as influencing Girl #16180.  It’s probable the Society exists in the Cuckolder and Fellatist universes as well. I hope to write some stuff about them again. In fact, the next archival piece follows Allie and Darren, somewhat. (And mirrors some of the other more current pieces I’ve been writing, which is interesting.  For instance, compare this with “to Suck” .

Date Night, Part 2

Thomas’ saliva on my cock was still drying when his wife, Madeline, came down the stairs into their living room where I waited. I stood up as she descended the stairs and looked at her. Her hair was down, and cascaded down her back. The black dress that Serena bought hugged her curves leaving little to the imagination. She wore three inch heels that made her hips sway as she came downstairs.

I would have been hard if Thomas hadn’t just given me his first blowjob only moments ago.

I admired her dress, it’s V-neck showing lots of cleavage while the dress’s empire waist supported her breasts — a good thing, since I’d told her to wear the dress, heels and nothing else. The skirt hugged and stretched over her hips, ending several inches above her knees. She saw me looking at her, and blushed. “You look ravishing, Madeline,” I said.

She blushed, “Thank you. This is not my normal sort of dress.”

“I suits you well,” I said. The dress was tighter than what she’d normally wear, and showed more of her body than she’d shown me last week — at least before I got her up into my penthouse suite. Some men — stupid ones — would call her fat, but what she was was luxurious. A luxury I intended to make my own and to indulge myself in, just as I was doing with her husband.

Thomas was behind her, but I ignored him and stepped up to his wife. I lifted her chin and kissed her. Gently at first, and then more passionately. I broke the kiss and she was even more flushed. “Ready for a night out you won’t soon forget?”

“Do I have a choice?” she asked.

“Do you want one?” I replied.

She smiled and shook her head. I took her arm and led her out to the car, opening the door for her and moving over to my side. I looked up and Thomas was standing in the door. I gave him a half wave, put my car in gear, pulled out of their driveway, and headed out of their subdivision.

As I drove through their subdivision, she asked me. “So may I ask where we’re going tonight?”

“Well, that depends,” I said. I pulled up to a stop sign and turned to her. “Did you dress as I asked you to?”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

“Show me,” I said.


“Now,” I said.

She pulled one of the shoulder straps to the side freeing her breast. Her nipple was hard, and had little crinkles around it. “That one is easy,” I said. “Serena said the dress had built in supports.”

“And it’s backless,” Madeline said. “So yeah, no bra is easy.”

“Show me the rest, then, Madeline.” She swallowed. “If you’re not willing to show it to me,” I said. “How am I going to fuck it tonight? How will your husband eat my come out of your pussy when I drop you off this evening?” Her breathing quickened, and her nipples showed through the dress.

She looked around, reached for the hem of her dress, and pulled it up. I knew she wasn’t wearing panties, because I could smell her arousal. I reached over and slid my hand up her thigh until it rested just over her naked lips. I unfolded her with my fingers and slid my middle finger between her folds, feeling her wetness and seeking out her clit. “Good girl, Madeline,” I said.

“Have you come all week?”

“No, Master,” she said. “It was very hard to avoid it. And if you keep that up I won’t be able to obey.”

I teased her a bit more and laughed. “I have a new rule for you. I gave Thomas his already — he can come once for each load of my come he swallows.” She nodded, and I teased her further, running my finger up and down her slit and gently around her clit. I watched her to see what she liked — I’d still have to learn that, but I had a million tricks to keep her on edge.

“What is my rule, Master?”

“Your rule is that I have to be touching you. You can come any time I am touching you.” She nodded and gasped as I teased her. “Like now, Madeline. Like I’m touching you now.”

“D-does that mean?”

“Yes, yes it does, Madeline. Not only can you, but I want you to. Right here in my car in the twilight as we sit stopped in your neighborhood, while who knows watches and can maybe make out who we are. I want you to feel my finger as it touches your private place and I want you to come.”

As I spoke, her breathing grew more rapid and her hand grabbed my thigh and squeezed it tight. Her other hand she balled into a fist and stuck it in her mouth. When I said the last work her back arched she let out a muffled scream as she came.

“Oh, oh, oh, thank you Master,” she said. “Now can I ask where we’re going?”

“There’s a bar near my hotel that has good food and dancing,” I said. “Plus, it’s near my hotel.”

She laughed. “I think I see what your plan is.”


“You’re going to seduce me with good food and dancing and then take me up to your lair where you will have your way with me.”

“Oh, Madeline,” I said. “I plan on having my way with you long before that.”


“On the dance floor. During dinner. Maybe even before we get to the restaurant.”

She swallowed. “Yes, Sir,” she replied.

I do believe she was looking forward to it.


He couldn’t take one more hit: his back was raw, his knees week. When she unclasped his hands from the chain above him, he collapsed to his knees. He rubbed his face against her legs. “I’m so sorry, sorry sorry,” he said.

She patted him on the head, caressing him. She touched his shoulder, guiding him up onto the bed as she lay down on it. He curled up next to her, and she pulled his head to her breasts. Tears streamed down his face, and onto her breasts, sliding down them, leaving warm salty trails.

“Shhhh,” she said. “It’s ok, it’s ok.”

“I tried to take it,” he said. “I just couldn’t take any more.”
“I know, honey, I know.” She squeezed some body oil onto his back. He tensed at first, and then she gently rubbed it in. “You know why we do this, right?”

“Because I’m so bad?” He asked. He knew he was worthless, pointless scum. He couldn’t do anything right, nothing at all. He couldn’t even take one more hit. He sniffled. “Because I’m so bad.” He couldn’t say worthless. He couldn’t say useless. He wanted to, to let her know he was the worst thing in the world, but all he could say was “bad”. He sobbed.

“Shh shhh, ” she said, running her other hand through his hair. “That’s not right, and you know it.”

He let out a long sob. He hadn’t even gotten the question right, even though he knew, he knew he’d given the true answer. Her arms encircled him. “No, no,” she said, rocking him. “I would never do this for someone who was bad,” she said. “I love you, always and forever.”

He shuddered, crying tears of relief. “B-but, I said ‘Red’.”

“You took more than you’ve ever taken for me, hon.” She went back to rubbing the oil into his red back. “You’re going to be bruised,” she said with a smile in her voice. “I thought you would yellow a long time ago.”

“I didn’t want to red,” he said. “You just kept hitting the same place over and over and over…”

“Right here?” she asked, running her fingers over it.

He gasped, a quick indrawn breath. “Yes.”

“Come up here,” she said. “Kiss me.”

He slid up her body, and kissed her tenderly, a chaste kiss. “No,” she said. “Kiss me.” Her hand slid down to his ass, groping and squeezing. He kissed her, his tongue snaking out, and touching hers. She moaned. Her legs spread apart. “Fuck me,” she said.

He blinked away the last of the tears, and he was calm like he hadn’t been in weeks. A good flogging and a cry, and the stress and doubt were gone. He positioned himself over her, and plunged inside her wet cunt. He sighed happily at the way it felt to be inside her.

He smiled down at her, and she moaned up at him. “I love you,” he said.

“And I love you.”

Pet Sitter

The man who answered the door had an Eastern European accent, although his English was impeccable — better than mine. His house was on a cul-de-sac in a development nestled somewhere between Upper Arlington and Dublin. For those not from the Columbus area, that means he was pretty rich.

But that didn’t surprise me, the pay for pet sitting that he’d sent to me when I responded to his Craigslist ad told me he was pretty rich, if not filthy rich. The consent for a background check I filled out confirmed it. “I’m Tom Mays,” I said. “I’m here about the pet sitting job.”

“Oh, yes,” he said. “You’re right on time. I’m not used to that — in Europe things are more casual.”

I nodded and he waved me in, and tapped a sheet of paper on a table in his anteroom. There was a small briefcase on it, tied with a bow. He ignored it, so I did too. “Read, sign. And take off your shoes. No shoes in the house, that’s the rule. One of them.” He chuckled at that.

The paper was a non-disclosure agreement. I’d seen one when I interned at a tech firm downtown. I shrugged and signed it. He looked at it and nodded. “Good, good. I’ll show you how to take care of Tatiana now.”

One of the odd things was that he’d not told me what sort of animal it was. “Tatiana is your…”

“Pet,” he said. “A very good one.”

We walked into a large open living room. There was a dining room and nice kitchen off of it, and an enclosed porch on the back. He walked up to it, and pulled out a set of keys. “I will be out of the country for four months,” he said. “The plan is that you will live here, and take care of Tatiana. You have the time, right?”

“I’m a college student,” I said. “I can arrange my schedule however you need.

“Good. Pay is housing and food and a small stipend, which goes on a debit card. Plus you get to play with Tatiana. All of this depends on how you two get along.”

“I’m pretty good with animals,” I said.

“Animals,” he said. He laughed a deep hearty laugh. “That’s a good one, Tom. You’ll do fine.” He slapped me on the back and opened up the back porch.

Inside was a dog cage for a medium to large dog, a bowl of water fed from a large bin, and a food bowl which was empty. Stacks of canned stew lined the shelves. “Three of these every day,” he said. He pulled a can down off the shelf, opened it up and dumped it in the bowl. “On nice days she can stay outside if she wants — she has a lead and it must be on, yes?” I nodded. “But make sure she goes out at least three times a day — and only outside!”

“Of course.”

He opened the back door, and called out, “Tatiana! Come here baby, I want you to meet your new caretaker.”

I stepped out on the porch with him and surely my jaw dropped and my eyes grew wide as a naked woman ran on all fours up to us. She had a collar, and some sort of odd bit in her mouth, and of course a chain on a lead. She bounced around us, and rubbed her head against our legs, particularly our crotch. Yaroslav just laughed, and let us inside.

Stunned, I just followed as he walked back into the living room, and she followed behind him, crawling. I watched her ass as it swayed back and forth. He sat on the couch, and motioned for me to sit beside him. “Sit,” he told Tatiana, and she knelt in front of him. He pulled out a key and unlocked the bit in her mouth, and pulled it off her head.

“This,” he said to me. “Is the most important part of your job. Every day, you hear me? Every day!”

I nodded.

“Tatiana,” he said. “You are a free woman, you may go when you want, and there is a briefcase on the table with clothes and money, and accounts — more than you can spend, yes?” She nodded. “It’s all yours if you want, or, you can choose this. It’s up to you.”

She smiled, and moved forward, and put her face in his crotch. She pulled his pants down with her teeth and his cock popped out. I watched as she sank her lips over it, and bobbed up and down. “Every day she chooses,” he said. “I wanted to set her free, but no every day. I can’t complain too much. I want you to ask her every day, encourage her to be free — there’s a bonus if she does that. If not, I guess she’s the bonus, eh?” He laughed.

“You can fuck me tonight, Tatiana. Taste the boy, he’s the one who’ll be taking care of you.”

She came over to me, and pulled my pants down. I admit I helped. She engulfed my cock with one big swallow, and I gasped as she began bobbing up and down on it. “There are rules,” Yaroslav said. “I’ll send you a pdf. Ms Hines will be in to clean and check on you both every week. She’ll let me know if you mistreat Tatiana.”

Right then I had no plans to mistreat her at all. What she was doing was blowing my mind. And literally my cock.

“You ask her every day, and help her go if she chooses. Otherwise, she serves you and you fuck her until you can’t take it anymore, okay?”

“Okay,” I said.

“Good man. Tatiana, present,” he said. She jumped up on the couch and stuck her face in his crotch, and her ass in the air. “You’re a greedy little bitch,” he said as she sucked his cock down. “Fuck her, boy, fuck her. This is your job.”

I grabbed her hips and sank into her. She was wet and ready and tight. She whimpered when I slid into her, and Yaroslav laughed happily. I had to admit it was weird, but I’d been hard since I’d seen her, and it was my job. I wondered what sort of person chooses to be a pet. She’d never spoken a single word, even. And she certainly hadn’t complained when I, a complete stranger, started fucking her.

I finally came — and I think she did, but I admit I wasn’t paying attention. Yaroslav grabbed her head and I watched as he filled her mouth with his cum. When he was done, he said, “Down!” and she slid off the couch, and put two fingers in her pussy and pulled out my come and began eating that. I could feel myself stirring, but Yaroslav was getting up, and pulling on his own pants.

I followed suit.

“So,” I said. “When do I start.”

He looked over at her. “Tomorrow. I have one more night with her. I’ll wear her out for your first day, yes?”

I laughed and nodded.

“She needs this,” he said. “Keep her healthy, good exercise, variety of activities that sort of thing. Bring your stuff tomorrow, and we’ll put you up in the master suite. Give you all of the keys. Ms. Hines will be here too, she’ll show you around.”

I looked at Tatiana wistfully myself and felt myself stirring in my pants. “Tomorrow,” I said.

“Yes,” he laughed. “Tomorrow.”

This was going to be a great job.

Being Mean

“It’s not easy being mean,” she sang under her breath.

She’d looked over the toys she had this morning, and nothing there inspired her. Nothing gave her spark that said, “Use that on him.” She’d looked over her little sub and bit her lip. This just wasn’t going to work.

“Okay, slutboy,” she said. “We’re going shopping.” He let out a deep sigh. He hated shopping almost as much as she did. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you something to do while we’re there.”

So they took the van.

It wasn’t a mini-van, or even a finished van. It was unfinished and raw inside, other than a futon she’d tossed down. She let him kneel and tied his arms so they were up and reaching for the ceiling. She also tied around him to the sides, so he wouldn’t flail about as she drove. Also, so he couldn’t move.

His cock was right where she wanted it, inside it’s little plastic cage.

She was going up to the new development on the outskirts of town. They’d built a Target or a Wal-Mart up there. And there was a big hardware store. The drove and he moaned a bit in the back. Hard to do more when you’re gagged, after all.

She pulled into the lot, and climbed into the back of the van. She tossed a dress at him, and unsnapped his restraints. “Here’s fifty bucks,” she said. “You’ll get an orgasm for each new toy you bring me. You have an hour.”

He pulled the dress over his head, and she undid the ball gag. He slid on some shoes, and she handed him the cash. “Don’t spend it all in one place,” she said. She handed him his purse, and he blushed.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said.

Maybe it wasn’t so hard to be mean after all.

to Suck

She’d begged him to make her feel like only an object, something to be used. He warned her that he’d do even more than that, and he had. She knelt there with only one job, one thing she could do. The cock in her mouth slid back and forth and she sucked. Yes she licked, nipped, and kissed as well, but her charge was to suck.

It was a private BDSM party; they’d been planning to go for a while. They’d come early, and he’d had her kneel by the entrance while we went in and talked to someone. He came out smiling, and told her to strip. He bound her hands behind her back and then tied them to her shackled ankles. He slid a blindfold on her and she could see nothing, but she heard the sound of his phone taking a picture.

The blindfold came off and he showed her. She was naked by the registration desk. Beside her was a glass jar that said “25 cents”. Her blindfold said “Suck Whore” – one word on each eye. She looked up at him and he arched his eyebrow. She nodded, and he slid the blindfold down.

She heard a coin clink against the glass jar, and a zipper slide open. A cock was at her lips, and he said, “Suck.” So she did.

People trickled in, and lined up at the registration desk. And while they waited, they lined up for her. The glass would tinkle and she’d open her mouth. A cock would slide in, and she would suck. Sometimes it was a pussy or an ass, sometimes a toy which she slathered with spit. But mostly, it was cocks.

She was just someone who sucked. Someone from a picture. Cocks came and went and time passed, and she sucked. She was an object that they used, a little something to get them started on their night. Most didn’t come, but for those who did, she sucked it down. Some fucked her face, but she still sucked on their cocks while they did it, and gasped for air afterwards.

Slowly the image faded, as the cocks came faster and faster, sometimes two or three at a time, all pressing against her cheeks waiting for her sucking. For her to suck. To suck, that’s all she was.

To suck, will suck, is sucking. Shall suck, can suck, did suck. Suck, sucks, suck. Suck, sucking, sucked.

She wasn’t even a thing anymore, just a verb. An action, a motion, an occurrence. She existed only so long as there was sucking to do. The glass clinked, and she sucked.

Later, much later, as she doubted herself because the cocks were gone and there were no more to suck, he came to her. He knelt down to her, and held her face in his hands. Her cum and sweat soaked face. He slid the blindfold off, and she blinked, even though the room was dark.

Her lips smacked, empty. Her face turned to his fingers, to suck them, to exist again.

“Come back to me,” he said. She blinked and remembered him. “Look at what you earned,” he said, nodding to the jar full of coins and bills. “Looks like we will get that new flogger.”

She looked at him in confusion.

Her brushed her sweaty hair out of her eyes. “You did well,” he said. He unshackled her feet, and pulled her out of her bonds. She was tight, and ached as he pulled her up. Her aches reminded her who she was, that she was. That she was his submissive, and she’d asked him to make of her an object, and he’d sworn he’d do more.

“Thank you, Master.” He held out a robe for her, and she shrugged into it. Their room was a floor down, she remembered.

“You are welcome, Juliet. Now, let’s go rest.”

He took her hand and led her to bed, where she would sleep and dream of being to suck.

Thanks as always to my wives, Tam and Kat, for proofreading.

This story was somewhat inspired by Shon Richards’ The Urge to Suck which is excellent and entirely different, except for the whole sucking thing.

Her First Flogging

The whip came down against her back. She gasped in mixed pain and pleasure. “Do you like it?” he asked her..

“Yes,” she whispered.

The whip again– she gripped the ropes above her as the leather fell against her back.

“Why do you like it?”

“W-what?” She asked, trying to understand the question around the warm pain of her back.

He hit here again, three times, hard, all on her right shoulder blade. She cried out as he did it, her shoulder red and raw. “Why do you like being whipped?” he asked again.
She thought for a moment. Unable to answer, she felt horrible. Here she was, trying to give him what he wanted, and she couldn’t. He whipped her again. Yes, she thought, whip me, whip this poor little slut who can’t answer her master’s question. “Because I deserve it,” she said.

He stood right behind her, his fingers pressed against her tender back. He whispered in her ear. “Why do you deserve it?” He drug his nails across her back and she shuddered, feeling shocks pass through her, shocks that normally only she could give herself. It hurt; she wanted him to do it again.

“Because I’m a bad girl,” she said. The words barely escaped her lips. “And I need to be punished.”

“Punished?” he said, digging his nails into her flesh. “For what?”

Before she could answer, he was flogging her again. Left and right, right and left, up and down, all over her back. She jerked and twisted against the ropes, hiding from the flogger, wanting him to hit her again and again. Harder.

He stepped up behind her, and gently ran his hand over her warm back. “Are you sure you are bad? Or do you just like it when I hit you?” He grabbed her hips, and then his cock was between her asscheeks, rubbing quickly. She moaned as he used her.

His fingernails scratched against her back. “Well?” he asked. He pulled back, and his cock slipped down inside her. “Or is it something else.”

“Use me,” she said. “Abuse me. Take me. I don’t care. Just touch me.”

He reached around her, painfully grabbing her breasts. She cried out in joy. He rammed into her, over and over. His lips found her ear, and he spoke. “You are such a fucking slut.” He scratched her aching back and pounded into her. “Aren’t you?”

She felt her heat inside her, him touching her all over. Taking his pleasure in her, and giving her some in return. “Aren’t you?” He insisted again, pounding her cunt with his cock.

“Yes, Yes. I am a slut,” she shouted out in orgasm.

Legal, Tender

“So that’s it then?” Janet said as she signed the documents.

“That’s it,” the barrister said. There was static in his holo as he explained, “They didn’t have much, but what they did have was sold to clear their debts.”

“Which it didn’t really,” Janet replied.

“No. Few people do these days.”

Janet just nodded. Her own debts would go to her children, of course, just like her parents were coming to her. If only her brother hadn’t disappeared, at least then the debt would be split between them.

“You’re a good daughter,” he said. “Most people wouldn’t have come. If the state buries the bodies, the estate goes away.”

“And then their ashes are mulch,” she said. “That’s not what we believe in.”

“I understand,” he said. “That’s why I said you were a good daughter. If you don’t mind my asking, Ms. Miller, what is your position right now?”

The answer, she knew, was dire. She’d taken a week unscheduled leave for work to come out here and deal with her parents’ deaths, funeral and probate. Just to get here required a five year extension on her debts, and with her parents debt? Given her average pay, and assuming she still had a job, it would take just shy of 100 years to pay it. “It’s not good, Mr. Henry,” she said. “Not good at all.”

He nodded. “Well, forgive me if this is insensitive, but I’m also an authorized agent of the Treasury, and they’re known to take good care of their… Currency.”

“I don’t think I’m quite that desperate, yet,” she said.

“Well, take my card,” he replied. “You seemed like you might find it fulfilling, and certainly have the good and honest temperament they demand.”

She blushed at that, tapped the card and it uploaded to her headgear. Everyone had one of those, of course, it was a human right, and part of the first debt you ever accrued. If she could have afforded the holo-code Mr. Henry had, she could have come out here virtually and still worked. But she didn’t have that, so it cost her more.

That’s just the way it was, of course. Selling herself was not the answer; of course, and if she hadn’t bought round trip tickets, she’d have been stuck here with no way to get home or back to work.

Janet shouldered her pack and took the documents. The lawyers’ office was close to the cemetery where her parents were buried. She had wanted to bring flowers, but they were just too expensive, so she just knelt down beside their little plaque in the ground and touched it before she got up and walked away.

The tube was running late, but it didn’t matter. It’d run all night, and she’d gotten a sleeping berth. It was actually cheaper than the high-speed tube, but that was for people whose time was worth more than hers, and who could work off that debt. Plus, it was kind of good, the time-debt the tube accrued lowered the cost of her ticket, which meant she had a little bit of breathing space. It wasn’t a lot, but it was nice to have something go her way.

As she boarded the underground train, the conductor nodded. “Sorry for the delay, ma’am, as part of an apology, the Department of the Treasury is offering a discount for any use of Currency on this trip. It’s ten percent! I might use it myself, if I were travelling.”

“There’s an armored car on this train?” she said.

“Yep, Currency transfer from Knoxville to LA.”

Janet nodded, and worked her way back to her berth. The sleepers were bunk beds, eight to a car. A couple of lovers were already in one, sharing the berth and the sounds of their lovemaking. She stowed what little she’d brought with her under her bunk, and decided to go check out the rest of the tube.

The armored car was just behind hers, and two guards were standing in front of it. Each had a tattoo of the pyramid and all-seeing-eye tattooed in bank-note green beneath their right eye. Janet started to approach them, but she stopped and turned around. The dining car was the other way, and that felt much safer.

She slipped forward through a few more bunk cars, and then into the dining car. It was mostly deserted. There were a couple of mid-class workers in the front, all sitting at the same table but ignoring each other. They had the glazed look of people working via their implants. Janet was mildly jealous — her job wouldn’t allow that, and they could at least counter the debt of the trip with some work — and maybe even profit slightly from it.

At the buffet table was a tall, shirtless man with brown hair. On his back was tattoed the words “In God We Trust” in bank-note green. As she approached the table he turned to her, and she saw the other words on his chest. “You’re Currency,” she said.

He nodded, and she felt a ping against her implant. “Yes, Janet,” he said. “These rolls are quite good, you should have some. And perhaps afterwards, I can help unburden you for a moment from your weight of debt?”

“My weight of debt?” she said, taking two of the rolls. She hadn’t eaten since her tube trip out.

“At your rate of accrual, and the probable future rate, you will need two children, and they will each need two children before you are free from the debt. And that assumes nothing untoward happens.”

“How do you know that? That’s private!”

“It’s part of my implant,” he said. “We always know.”

“So you know I can’t afford your time,” she said.

“Some small measure of it won’t set you back any more than you were,” he said. “Plus you are a beautiful woman, and — I’m sorry if this is too forward — I would enjoy the company as well.”

Her eyes glanced over his tattooed abs, which were tight and well-muscled. He was attractive, and it had been too long. Yet, she had to save as much as she could — or she’d be in his position. Nameless, nothing but a banknote, her time just interest on an ancient debt.

“No, no thank you,” she said. She bit into her roll, and it was delicious. It was warm and fresh.

“It’s even better with butter,” he said.

“Real butter?” she asked.

“There are some advantages to travelling with money,” he said.

He took the roll from her, and dipped his knife in butter. He then slavered the butter on the warm roll until it dripped. Then he held it out to her, not to take from him, but to bite into. She obliged him, and he fed her the buttered roll. Then he fed her his butter covered fingers, and she licked them off.

The roll would have been worth a couple hours pay, the butter would have set her back a day. Having someone willing to feed it to her was more debt than she could accrue. Yet, here he was, offering himself at a discount. He wouldn’t do this if he wasn’t willing, surely?

She called up her calculator program, and did the calculation that she was certain he had already done. “Okay,” she said. “I can spare a half hour if you’d like.”

He grinned. She buttered her other roll, and took his hand in her free one, and led him back to her bunk. Her berth wasn’t huge, but there was just enough room to lie side by side, or perhaps one atop the other. She turned on the light, and slipped out of her clothing. He did the same, pushing his shorts down and off.

She traced the tattoos on him. Lines matching the etchings of long-gone paper money were permanently stained into his skin. She traced the lines of the nose of a dead president with her fingers, then traced the words, “Legal tender for all debts private and public.” She spoke them aloud. “What is it like?”

“What is what like?” he asked.

“Being Currency,” he said.

“It’s the most free I’ve ever been,” he said.

“That’s not what I expected you to say.”

“I no longer suffer under my debt,” he said. “Now I am my debt, and I pay it back to society. Money used to be based on something real like gold, and then it was just your trust in the government. When that was gone, we went back to what really matters.”

“Human lives,” she said.

“And each of us, all of us who are Currency, we represent money owed to someone, and that’s what money always was. Gold someone was owed, or some other debt. Now it’s just us.”

She wanted to say that it was like slavery. But that was rude, and he was there in her bed. Was she the slaver or was he there willingly or — no, down that road lay madness.

“Now do you want to be pensive, or do you want to enjoy your time with me?”

She smiled and kissed him.

His hands ran over her breasts, teasing her hard nipples. His tongue invaded her and she let him. When his hands slid down to her thighs, she opened them up and he teased her open with his fingers. He slid two fingers between her folds, one on each side of her clit. She gasped when he touched her there, and he broke the kiss. “There’s not a lot of room in here,” he said.

“Nor a lot of time,” she said. “It’s been so long it doesn’t have to be complicated.”

He nodded, and lowered his lips to her breast. He sucked and licked in time with his movements between her legs. She bit on her knuckle to keep from making too much noise, and tried not to think that everyone outside would know what she was doing anyway. He stroked faster and faster, moving his hand in the perfect rhythm. She felt her orgasm wash over her, heat rising from her clit up her body, over her breasts, and down to her toes. Her hands tingled, and then it washed over her head, and that was it, she came.

He kept the motion up until she came down from the orgasm. “Wow,” she said. “Thank you.”

“I’m not done yet,” he said.

He shifted over her, and she felt his cock bounce against her leg. She moved so her legs were around him, and he slid over her. His head was brushing against the top of the berth, and her head was jammed against one of the walls, but it didn’t matter. Once his cock slid inside her, and she was full again, nothing mattered.

“Oh, God, yes, fuck me!”

“In God We Trust,” he said and pounded into her.

He filled her up and did something with his hips that rubbed her in the very best way. It didn’t take long before she was coming again, and throughout it all he never stopped. Her head bounced against the wall of the berth, but she didn’t care, he just kept thrusting in and out. She wrapped her legs around him and urged him on.

She came again.

“May I?” He asked.

“Yes, yes, fill me up, come inside me,” Janet said. There were no worries, he was Currency, after all.

He thrust forward and she heard him cry out, and felt his come burst against her inside. She came again as he filled her.

He rolled beside her, and she turned to face him. “Thank you.”

“Glad to be of service,” he said.

“Is that true?” she asked.

“It’s the whole thing,” he said. “That’s all I have to worry about, how I can be of service with what skills I have.”

“Why did you do it?” she asked.

“It was my wife,” he said. “She got ill, and spent a lot of time in the hospital. Eventually the insurance dried up and she still didn’t get better, but we kept trying. And then she died.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

He shook his head. “I was there when she passed. She was finally free of it, and then all the debt hit me. My grandkids would have to pay for me trying to save her, and without her, there were no grandkids. So it would have been my sister’s children, and they didn’t deserve that.”

“I understand. I just buried my parents.”

“So now, I am my debt, and my sister gets a reprieve on some of the interest I earn. It helps her and I’m truly free for the first time in my life. Free from debt, free to serve.”

“Do you have time to serve me for a bit longer?”

“It’s your debt,” he said. “But it would be a pleasure.”

Janet slid down his body, curling up between his legs so she could take him in her mouth. He was salty and musky from their lovemaking and that just drove her own desire. She swallowed him, and he quickly grew again in her mouth. He made appreciative noises as she worked his cock until it was hard and teased his balls with her hands. She might not have his skills, but what she was doing was working.

When he was hard, she slipped up his body and settled down on his cock, filling herself up with him. Her hands rested on the tattoos on his chest, and his hands found her breasts and played with her nipples. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit against him and enjoying the feeling of being full.

It felt like so long since anything had gone well for her. She’d pay for this later, but for now here she was with some very loving Currency and it was nice to just be touched. To feel like someone somewhere might care about her. She bent down and kissed him. He wrapped his hands around and held her while she fucked him. Her orgasm came slow and steady. It wasn’t as powerful as the first two, but it left her warm and happy.

She lay on top of him afterwards, and he held her. “You’re crying,” he said.

“Sorry,” she said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way.”

He kissed her tears away. “You travelled to Knoxville to bury your parents?” She nodded. “So you came here and took on their debt.”

“It was the only way to bury them properly,” she said. “They deserve that.”

“You’re a good woman, Janet. If you ever need a place with the Treasury, come find me.” He pinged her implant then, passing along his serial number.

“You’re leaving?”

“That’s up to you,” he said.

“Hold me for a few more minutes,” she said. He curled up behind her and held her as she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, he was gone, and there was a message on her implant, from her boss. The tube still had two hours to go before it got to LA. She sighed, and opened it up, knowing what it was.

She pulled on a simple shift, and walked down to the armored car. Two guards stood outside of it, the all-seeing eye tattooed on their left cheeks. She felt them ping her implant, and the one on the left opened the door for her as she stepped in.

The car was nice, with comfortable seating and nice upholstery. Currency sat around in various states of undress. Some worked on their implants, two were having slow casual sex. Another three were playing a game. He sat near the front of the car, gazing off into space reading on his implant.

She walked over to him and he pinged her again. “How many generations, now?” she asked.

“Oh, Janet,” he said, and reached out for her. “He fired you?”

She nodded. “I don’t have many options now. Find a new job, have a bunch of kids, hope things work out.”

“So you are here.”

“If you’ll take me.”

He looked around at the cabin. “Everyone? We have here a potential new sister.”

Pings hit her implant, and there were mild gasps around the car. Everyone put down what they were doing, even the two having sex, and they came to her, and held her and welcomed her.