I felt her slide from the bed. It had been a hot night and we slept on

top of the sheets. Sun streamed in narrow slits through spaces between

Venetian blinds. I pretended to be still asleep and not notice her

parting.

I heard bare feet and a clink of chain hitting the floor. Opening one

eye, I saw her tanned, naked back a foot away as she sat on the edge of

the bed. Faint red lines crisscrossed her skin, a remnant of the

previous night's whipping. Her chained hands reached over her head and

pulled the blindfold from her eyes. She dropped the blindfold on the

bedside table and rose from the bed. As she shuffled from the bedroom,

the chain between her ankles jingled against the floor with each step. I

heard the bathroom door open and the surge and hiss of water as she

started the shower. The shower ran as I drifted back to sleep.

I woke again to the odor of frying bacon. Soon I heard her shuffling

feet and the telltale jingling of chain. A tray scraped and settled on

my bedside table. I pretended to sleep. I wanted to find out what she

had planned before she knew I was awake. I heard a click of chain being

clipped into a snap swivel.

What was she doing? She leaned over me. A faint smell of lavender

drifted past as her breast brushed my shoulder. Her tongue gently

touched the back of my neck, then floated all the way down my spine. She

briefly lifted her tongue, then plunged it down the crack of my ass,

across my anus and into my groin from the rear. "Mmmmmm," I sighed and

stretched my arms.

"Your breakfast is ready, Master," she said, pausing between licks

around my testicles. "See?" She leaned up and away from me. "So is

yours," I said, as I rolled onto my back. My erect penis swung around to

greet her. "Ooooh.

Yes it is, Master." She leaned back down and flicked the tip of my cock

with her tongue. As she climbed into the bed between my knees, I could

see the results of the rearranging of chains I had heard moments before.

She had fastened her hands in what she called "cocksucking position."

The short chain connecting her wrists was clipped in the middle to the

front of her collar. With my member in her mouth, her hands could caress

my balls or rub my ass and thighs, but not much more. I rearranged the

pillows and sat up against the headboard. I took a first sip of coffee

and surveyed the breakfast she had prepared. Coffee, orange juice, bacon

and an English muffin with strawberry jam, it wasn't a hearty meal, but

I usually eat a light breakfast anyway. She huddled on the bed between

my legs, cupped my balls in her hands and began slowly licking. She

licked, tickled, and nibbled, gently teasing my cock with her lips,

teeth and tongue. I sipped my coffee, munched the muffins, and watched

her luscious mouth move on my erect penis. She closed her eyes and

settled into a languid motion that I knew would keep me excited, but not

bring me to climax for a long, long time. Her hair settled in a dark

cloud across my stomach. I ate, and she licked, in silence.

I swallowed the last bite of muffin and put my hand down next to her

face for her to lick the last bits of jam from my fingers. "I'm enjoying

this, slave." "I'm glad it pleases you, Master," she whispered around my

cock. She glanced up at me, smiling. "In fact, I think we should make a

habit of this." "Yes, Master?"

"You will wake me with your mouth each morning. Much more pleasant than

an alarm clock." "Of course. If it pleases you, Master."

She shifted from her curled position and up to her knees and elbows.

There was a mischievous twist to her smile before she plunged her mouth

down onto my cock. Her hands burrowed under my ass, pulling the chain

connecting her wrist cuffs to her collar tight and forcing her mouth

farther down. She gagged as the end of my penis hit the back of her

mouth. She pulled her head up, completely off my cock and coughed, shook

her head. Her hands slid from under me. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, Master. Just a second." She took a couple deep

breaths. She shuffled her knees forward until she was bent almost

double, her rump straight up in the air and her hands again under my

ass. She wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock and paused for a

second. She shifted her shoulders and tilted her head back, then pushed

straight down. Again, she paused as my penis pushed into her throat. Her

jaws stretched and her head wobbled slightly as constant pressure pushed

my cock down her throat and her lips to my belly. She drew her head back

and pushed again, and again, her lips and tongue sliding the full length

of my cock.

My hips bucked up as I started to cum, briefly holding my shaft deep in

her throat. She pulled back and milked my semen into her mouth with her

lips and tongue. I relaxed against the pillows, still and for the moment

slightly stunned. I hadn't known she could do that. Her lips remained

wrapped around my slowly softening cock. Her tongue slowly lapped back

and forth across the hole at its end. "You've been practicing."

"Ummhhmmm." With a last flick of her tongue, she pulled her lips away.

"It was harder than I expected." "Why's that?"

"Because your dick's fatter than the dildo I practiced on. That's why."

I swatted her protruding ass twice, hard. "Owww! I meant it as a

compliment." "It didn't sound like a compliment." I laughed. She flicked

her tongue back and forth across the base of my penis, just above my

balls. "I could use some more practice." She smiled up at me. "Maybe

later." I pushed her over onto her side. "We need to get you into the

rest of your attire for the day." "Oh boy, does that mean I get

clothes?" Her voice dripped sarcasm. I sprung up and pinned her to the

bed, face down. With hands chained to her collar, she had no chance to

resist. I straddled her back, facing her feet. Her bare fanny was

trapped between my knees. "Not until we go out, you don't." I smacked

the back of her left thigh, then her right, with my hand. "I have some

other things in mind." "You mean the collar, cuffs and chains aren't

enough?" Smack. Smack. "Owww! That's not fair," she whined. "It's not

supposed to be fair." Smack. Smack. I rolled off her and stood next to

the bed. "You'd be better off to watch your words." "So what do we add

to this?" She knelt on the bed, facing me. Her hands hung on their

chains beneath her chin, her forearms covering her tits. Normally during

our slave games, she wasn't allowed to cover herself with her hands or

arms, but the chains made it difficult for her to do otherwise. "Clasp

your hands behind your neck." Her hands moved and pulled the chain tight

around her neck, over her collar. Her doubled arms flared out beside her

head like wings. I stepped back and leaned against the bedroom wall,

crossed my arms and slowly scanned her with my eyes. "Like what you see,

Master?" She spread her knees wider and arched her back, posing for me

on the bed. Her body was smooth and tanned, hairless from the neck down.

Her firm breasts, the nipples round and hard, were held in jutting

prominence by her posture. Brown thighs, in a wide inverted V framed the

pale triangle where her pubic hair had recently been removed. The pink

nub of her clit peeked between the spread lips of her pussy. "Yes, I

like it very much, slut. It's a shame you ever have to wear clothes."

"Thank you, Master, but what would the neighbors think?" She smiled and

looked down with feigned modesty. "The men would follow you with their

tongues hanging out and the women would try to kill you. And nobody'd

have any trouble catching you in those chains." "I'd be helpless, huh?"

"That's the idea. Now, let's get going." I turned and walked out into

the hall. She slithered off the bed and shuffled into the living room

behind me, chains jingling. I picked up a two inch wide black leather

belt from the arrangement of toys in the floor. I had modified it,

adding a half inch leather strap that ran perpendicular to the main

belt. "Stand right here." I positioned her in the center of the room.

"Okay, feet as far apart as you can." She spread her feet to the limits

of the ankle chain. "Good. I think you need some things to keep your

interest up through the day. I know housework and shopping can be such a

drag." "I don't think I'm going to like this." "You'll like it a lot." I

looped the belt around her waist and positioned it so the attached strap

hung straight down in front. "You'll probably not like it a lot, too. A

love/hate kind of thing." I pulled the belt tight, to the twenty-four

inch mark around her twenty-six inch waist. "Ooohh. Does it have to be

that tight?" "Does it have to be that tight . . .?" "Does it have to be

that tight, Master?" "Of course it does. We can't have you forgetting

your situation." "My situation, Master?" "You're a slave, slut. You're a

slave." "Of course, Master. If it pleases you, Master." "Let's see

here." I looked across the toys in the floor. The arrangement was

getting scattered by our games. "Here they are." I picked up three pink

plastic objects. One trailed a wire and a small rectangular box. I had

modified all three with loops to slide on the strap I had added to the

belt. "All three, Master?"

"Yes." "All day, Master?" "Just till dinner, slut." "But, Maaassster,"

she whined. "Oh, be quiet. You'll be gagged soon enough, cunt. Do you

want the big ball again?" "No, Master. My jaws are still sore. I'll be

quiet, Master."

"Of course you will." I slid all three objects onto the strap before I

pulled it back between her legs. First was a "Joni's Butterfly"

vibrator, triangular, thin at the edges with a thick vibrating center

designed to fit over and press against her clit. Next, a regular rubber

dildo, about seven inches long and one and a half inches in diameter.

Finally, I slid her ass plug onto the strap. It was six inches long and

conical, widening to about two inches, then narrowing ahead of its

flared base. "Squat. Just a little." I move behind her and transferred

the strap from hand to hand between her legs as she bent and widened her

knees. "Hold still." I positioned the tips of the two plugs against

their respective holes. "Damn.

I forgot the oil. Don't move." I buckled the strap loosely at her back,

holding the plugs pressing against her cunt and anus. I walked to the

bathroom and retrieved a bottle of baby oil from the vanity. She was

still crouched with knees bent when I returned. "Do you have any idea

how hard it is to hold this position?" "Hadn't really thought about it.

But now that you mention it, it's probably good for your legs."

"Oooooooo, I could . . . " "Don't get yourself in trouble." "No, Master.

I won't, Master," she whispered between her teeth. "Good. Now let's see

about the attachments." I spread her cunt lips with two fingers and

worked the tip of the dildo slowly into her vagina with my other hand.

About halfway in, the straps pressure on the butt plug stopped

further progress. "Ooooo. That ass plug wants in, but it's not going

anywhere." She wiggled her fanny as if trying to loosen a path for the

butt plug. "I've got just the thing." I pulled the dildo out about an

inch, then poured oil into my hand. Working around the butt plug, I

pushed a finger into her asshole to oil it. I rubbed my hand around the

plug, coating it with the oil. "Ready?"

"Yes, Master, I'm ready." She crouched down a little more and leaned

forward to open her ass wider. I reached around her leg and pushed the

dildo with one hand and the butt plug with the other. The base of the

dildo touched home, with about two inches, the fattest part, of the butt

plug, still protruding. I pushed hard and steady. "Oh, oh, oh." Her

sphincter widened, widened.

"OH. OH. OH. Ooooooo." Her anus closed over the narrow base of the plug.

"I'm pretty tight back there, Master." "Yes. We could work on that." I

jiggled the base of the butt plug. "Ow. You mean. . .?" "Hole training.

Sure. But I'm not planning any. Yet." "Oooooo." She wiggled her ass

slightly. "You may stand straight." "Thank you, Master." "Don't thank me

yet, we're not done." I buckled the strap to the belt loosely in the

back. With my fingers, I spread her cunt lips to expose her clit, then

positioned the nub of the Butterfly on it. All the parts were in place.

I unbuckled the strap, pulled it tight, then rebuckled it. The strap had

lapped over one of her cunt lips, so I readjusted it, letting it settle

deep into her slit. Then I tightened the strap one more notch. "Ooww.

Too tight." "What was that, slut?" I tucked the Butterfly vibrator's

controller into the belt. "I hope it pleases you, Master."

"How do you feel?" "Full, Master. Excited. Restricted. Do the straps

have to be this tight?" "I think I could pull 'em both in another notch

if I tried." "No, Master. Please don't Master." She dropped to the floor

and knelt huddled at my feet. "Get up! How are your ass and cunt?"

She struggled to her feet. "My ass . . . it hurts, just a little. I feel

the plug stretching. I think I can get used to it. I'll always know it's

there." "My cunt . . . well, the dildo feels . . . it feels a lot like

you. That's nice. But the strap, it pushes everything in so hard, so

tight. "The vibrator's sort of weird. It's pressed against my clit,

sure, but it just sort of sits there. I don't knoooooooooow." I flipped

the switch at her waist as she finished speaking. Her knees wobbled and

she leaned against me, her chained hands clasped on my shoulder.

"Oooohhh. Maaasster, pleeease." I flipped the switch off. "Master," she

panted, "it's almost too much. With the dildo and the plug and, oh,

Master, right on my clit . . . " She looked in my eyes, then dropped her

gaze to the floor. "Glad you like it."

"Master, no . . . I mean, yes . . . I . . . I don't know, Master. If it

pleases you, Master." "Of course it pleases me. Your reaction pleases

me. Better than I expected. More intense. One more thing before I get in

the shower . . . " "It's just that all of it together . . . One more

thing? Now what?" She obviously thought the belt and attachments were

more than enough to keep her attention. "Calm down. Just the ring gag."

"Ooohh." She stamped her foot with a jangle of chain. "All right, I

guess, but you know how it makes me drool." I picked up the gag from the

floor. "I really appreciate how you laid all this stuff out. It's saved

me a lot of searching." "You're welcome, Master. But right now I think I

might have been better off hiding it all." "You know I don't need all

this to make you very uncomfortable." "No, Master. I know that, Master."

"Open wide, now." "Yes, Master." She held her mouth open for the gag. It

was a two inch diameter steel ring, wrapped in black leather, with a

leather strap attached to opposite sides of the ring. I positioned the

ring behind her teeth and pulled the strap through its D-rings behind

her head. "You're all set now. I'm going to shower and get dressed. You

straighten the place up. Make the bed. Do the dishes." "Uunnnnhhh." She

shook her head and yanked on the chain holding her hands at her throat.

"Oh. Right, you'll need your hands, won't you." I unclipped the chain

from her collar. Better?" "Unnh Hhunnh." She nodded.

I walked to the bathroom. I stopped at the door and turned back to her.

"Don't start the dishes till I'm out of the shower, okay?" "Unnhh

Hhuunnh." She nodded again.

She had made the bed and washed the dishes, mopped the kitchen, vacuumed

the carpet and rearranged our toys in nice neat rows. I sat on the sofa,

reading a magazine. King Crimson played on the stereo; I think it was

"Red." She lay in the floor, naked and chained, reading an assignment

from her European History textbook. Her legs curled under her and she

propped her head on her hands. She was motionless except for a hand

occasionally turning a page or wiping away a drop of spittle as it ran

down her chin. She was right; the ring gag did make her drool. "Finish

that section and we'll go," I said. "We have some shopping to do. Then

I'm taking you out to dinner." In a couple minutes she closed the book,

then rose to her knees, facing me. She held the book against her bare

stomach. Below, the black strap held the pink plastic of the Butterfly

tight against her pussy before disappearing between labia. "Ready to go?"

She cocked her head to one side, with an expression of puzzlement, as if

to say, "Like this?" "Well, slut?"

"Unnh Hhunnh." She nodded tentatively. "No, I'm not going to take you

out naked, much as I'd like to. You may remove the gag and put it in its

place with the others." She reached behind her head and slowly pulled

the leather strap free of its D-rings. She pulled the leather-wrapped

ring from between her teeth. The leather was soaked and swollen with her

saliva. "Thank you, Master." She leaned over on her hands, preparing to

rise. "Did I tell you to get up?" "No, Master." "Then don't. On your

knees. Wash your face and come to the bedroom. I'll pick out some

clothes for you." As she crawled away, I saw the pink base of the butt

plug on each side of the strap that separated her bare ass cheeks. I

went to the bedroom to select her clothes for the day.

I laid out her outfit on the bed. There wasn't much to it: a red plaid

pleated cotton skirt, a loose white cotton blouse and a pair of

high-heeled sandals. I thought for a moment, then went to the living

room and picked up the black half-bra from its place in the floor. She

soon came crawling through the bedroom door. She had washed her face and

put on eye make-up and lipstick. "You may stand." "Yes, Master." She

rose slowly to her feet. "I'm ready now." She looked

over the outfit I had set out. "Okay," she said. "You had me worried.

These won't be too embarrassing, I guess. No panties?" "Of course not."

"All right. Will you help me get out of this stuff?" She reached for the

buckle on her belt. I slapped her hip, next to her hand, very hard.

"I said till dinner." "But . . . " "Maybe after, if you're not a good

girl." "But . . . it's just that. Well, every time I move the plug moves

and the dildo moves and that little . . . thing moves. It's like I'm

being fucked and fucked and groped all at once." "And you don't like it?"

"I....I...damn it, Master, I do like it. I've been on the edge of

cumming for an hour now. But in public? I don't . . . I'll drip all over

the place. I'll leave a wet spot everywhere I sit." "You don't like the

idea of cumming in a public place, even if you and I are the only ones

who know what's happening." "No, Master, I don't. I'll be so

embarrassed. What if we meet somebody we know?" "Well, slut, you'll just

have to deal with it." I reached out and slid the switch hanging from

her belt. Her knees wobbled and she leaned on the bed. Her faced flushed

and her eyes closed. She wriggled from head to toes. Her knees pressed

together and her whole body tensed. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhh." She slid down

the face of the mattress till her knees hit the floor. "Oh God, Master,"

she panted. "Please. Please . .

" I reached down and shut the vibrator off.

"Now you have something to look forward to." "No, Master." She caught

her breath. "I mean, yes, Master." "I could just leave it on." "Please.

No. Master." "What?" "I mean . . . Of course, Master. If it pleases you,

Master." "I don't think so, at least not now. Let's get you dressed."

"Yes, Master." She pulled herself up from the floor and held her hands

out.

I unbuckled her wrist cuffs and dropped them on the bed. The collar came

off next. "My ankles?" she asked. "Not yet." She picked up the black

satin half bra, and fastened it around her waist backward, with the

clasp in front. Then she turned it around and pulled the cups up under

her breasts. The bra's underwire pushed her ample tits up, together and

out. Its cups were cut straight across, just under her nipples which

remained exposed. She pushed her arms into the sleeves of the blouse and

buttoned it up the front. The white blouse fit loosely. The bra barely

showed as a black shadow through the thin cotton. I could just see her

hard nipples poking the fabric as she twisted and turned. She pulled the

red plaid skirt around her, over the tails of the blouse. She buttoned

it all the way down one side; the hem was about six inches above her

knees. The skirt's waistband overlapped the belt beneath. I took the

little plastic box that controlled the Butterfly and tucked into the

skirt's waistband at her right hip, leaving the switch exposed on top.

The loose blouse draped over the little box, concealing it from casual

view. "Now you may free your ankles." "Thank you, Master." She leaned

down and unbuckled her left, then her right ankle cuff. She dropped the

cuffs and chain on the bed. She picked up the sandals and looked at me

for direction. "You may sit on the bed." "Thank you, Master." She sat

and strapped on the sandals with their three inch heels. I noticed that

she was very deliberate in sitting down, and seemed careful not to

squirm or slide her bottom on the bed. "Stand and let me look at you."

She stood. "Turn and walk to the window, then face me." She took five

steps across the room, then spun, her skirt swirling around her legs.

The heels were just high enough to make her careful how she stepped.

Combined with the strap and the intrusions in her ass and pussy they

forced an undulation in her walk that said, "Fuck me!" in red neon.

"Wonderful. You look wonderful." "Thank you, Master."

"Now, spread your legs." She shifted her feet about two feet apart.

"Good. Unbutton one, no, two buttons on your skirt." "Must I, Master?" I

stared at her and said nothing. "Yes, Master, of course. If it pleases

you, Master." Her hands moved quickly to release the bottom button of

her skirt. The fabric slid back and a healthy expanse of tanned thigh

came in to view. "Perfect. You are magnificent." "Thank you, Master."

She lowered her head in feigned modesty.

"Let's go."