I need help! I need original art for my book covers. If you will send me a picture with a letter attached giving me permission to use your image and I use it, I will send you a free copy of the book.

Also, I am running out of names for my books. If you wish to suggest your name or you and your spouse. Send me the name and how you want that name portrayed,  if the person is dominant or submissive, or cuckold,  if I use the name I will send you a free copy of the book.

 As my master instructed me to be our office suite Friday night at ten minutes to seven I had parked in the garage across the street where I later found out I was now a part owner and did not have to pay. I went directly to our suite using our regular entrance instead of using the back office like we did the first time. I found a note on the receptionist desk and followed the instructions I found there.  

 I entered our private play room, and I found a beautifully wrapped box with another envelope on top. I was to put on the contents of the box and wait for Master Zane.

 With fumbling hands I eagerly unwrapped the "present.” What it contained shocked, scared me... and shamefully excited me all at the same time. It was made out of shiny black leather looking vinyl and looked like a "cat suit" a one-piece garment where the bottom part was pants down to my ankles and the top part had long sleeves and covered everything from my waist to my neck and zipped up from the waist to my neck in the back. Well, almost everything, the top had two embarrassingly strategic cutouts that had supports built in which left my breasts bare and sticking out obscenely.

 The pants had almost no back, only an oval hole, which left most of my ass exposed from the top of my cheeks down to my pussy. There was also no crotch in the front and reminded me of chaps. The material was thin, strong, and stretchy as well, which was good because every inch of it was skin tight which made my tits and ass look even that more pronounced.

 There was also a separate headpiece, which covered everything from the neck up, except more cutouts for my mouth, nose, and eyes. Matching knee-high boots with eight inch stiletto heels completed the ensemble. A look in the mirror made me gasp. I was totally unrecognizable, even to myself. The suit changed my body shape a bit adding more curve to my hips, and fullness to my bust and the material breathed so well it felt like a second skin. I could feel the cool air through the suit as if I was nude!

 I didn't have much time to admire the new me. The door opened and there stood Master Zane. He smiled the moment he saw me as his eyes scanned every inch of me. I could feel my exposed nipples harden under his gaze. He told me not to move and then spent several minutes inspecting me, telling me how incredible I looked, and running his hands over me as I stood perfectly still. The material was so thin I could feel every touch as if I were naked I had been in a constant state of wetness since I had gotten the Phone call. His words and touches made me want to cum right then! He sensed my desire and stopped just at the moment my passion was about to release frustrating me.

 He stepped back and told me to close my eyes. Moments later I felt him place a blindfold over my eyes, then he proceeded to handcuff my wrists in front of me with what felt like leather cuffs and put something around each ankle. Then I felt an object that felt like a small rubber like penis pushed into my mouth and straps of some sort secured behind my vinyl-covered head. He told me he had a very sexy surprise for me. Finally he slid my wedding ring off my hand. 

  He took my arm and led me and I knew I was in another part of the room the part with the bondage equipment. He was talking to me but my mind was spinning with questions and trying to figure out what was happening. I could tell the room was empty with many hard surfaces because of the echoes our footsteps made on the hard wood floor. He stopped for a few moments, and I could smell leather and a hint of  what WAS that? Lavender! He had lit candles I had not seen. My mind was so wrapped up in my outfit and lust that I had not paid any attention to the room.

 Then, my leather cuffs were being attached to something else that felt like a metal bar and then he made me move my feet apart and I felt and heard what sounded like metal clasps being attached to the cuffs around each ankle. I wanted to speak, cry out, scream or something, but the gag prevented any coherent sounds. I heard a motorized sound and my arms were being pulled up by the metal bar attached to my cuffs. I tried to move my feet but they were firmly secured to the bar. Another whirring sound and I was being pulled forward. I was going to fall! Instead, I felt my hips contact a cool, round, padded leather surface. As the metallic whirring continued I felt myself being forced to bend over the leather pad. My arms ached as they were pulled up and forward until my torso was bent over the leather thing at a ninety-degree angle.

  He was telling me how I had never looked more beautiful and desirable and how much I was going to enjoy his surprise. He spanked me a few times to get me warmed up and I knew he was going to use one of the whips or the paddle; I was so hot for him now I wanted the pain. He laughed and told me not to "go away" and he would be right back with my surprise. He had to be going to the wall with the toys I waited trying to hear which one he would pick.

 I heard the door close and I was alone, bound and defenseless. I imagined what I must look like in the tight black plastic suit with my naked ass and pussy thrust out, legs spread wide and my bare breasts hanging freely down from the holes in the top part. Other than my nose, my face and head were completely covered.

 I had never felt more vulnerable and helpless, I also never felt more desirable and sexy. I never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life.

 I heard the door open. Footsteps, it was more than one person. Master was going to give me to someone. I was going to be fucked by total strangers! He said he would do this but I didn’t think he was going to do it today, so soon in our relationship! Then my master spoke. 

 "Well, what do you think?” Master said, I calmed myself, at least he was not leaving me alone with the stranger, and then my fears of getting an STD flashed in my head. This was a stranger, how does master know if he is clean or not? I am bound tightly and can’t move or even give voice to my concerns or protest. The bastard was going to let me be fucked by some dirty stranger I had never met, didn’t know me, and I was helpless to do anything about it. I was totally dependent on him for protection I could not even use the safe word because of the gag. Fear griped me quickly followed by how sexually charged I was. I had no reputation in this suit; I was just a piece of meat for men to use as my master chooses. No guilt or repercussions, I was totally out of control here, none of what would happen would be my fault. That was the key for me; I could enjoy this without guilt. 

 "She's even more gorgeous than you described, Z! What a grand surprise!”

 The second voice was instantly familiar. My body stiffened, I was being given not to a stranger but to my husband! There was no way he would not figure out that I was in this silly sex suit. He could smell my perfume, my scent he has seen me naked enough times to know the tits hanging freely were mine not some strange woman! Master was breaking our deal! I was going to get caught! Any second my husband was going to rip off my hood and tell me not to come home! Being bound and gagged I had no choice but to wait for the doom I knew was coming.

"Mmm. Good idea.”

I felt hands on my hips. I wanted to scream, run away, and vomit. I was being squeezed, groped, and rubbed callously by my husband. Didn’t he know it was his wife beneath the skin-tight outfit? I tried to avoid the groping, but I could barely move. Any moment he would recognize me, and the game would come to a swift and sad end. I was frightened, aroused and on the verge of tearful panic.

"Yeah...she's as hot as you said Z. Look at her moving her ass. She loves it!”

Love it? That idiot thinks I am moving out of lust instead of fear of discovery.

I felt my pussy lips being roughly pulled apart. He never touched me like this before. Then I felt his hot breath followed by his tongue, surly he would tell by now that it was me. He did not eat me out often but he had been down there before.

"Ahhh...this is some sweet cunt. Where did you find this hot little slut? Does she charge a lot? She sure looks expensive. You're an amazing man Z.” 

So. He didn't know it was me in here. He thought I was a hired whore, the bastard. You don’t even know the taste of your own wife! Then I thought a moment, he licked my pussy thinking I was a whore! Did he do this kind of thing before? Slut?! Expensive?! When I get free he’s gona know what expensive is!

"You know me, Daniel, Only the best. And she is the very best.”

Somehow, an irrational wave of pride swept through me. He said I was the best. “The very best.” The side of me that I had kept hidden for so long was starting to come out. The dark side of my persona took over and my fear and revulsion began to wane, replaced by that same insane desire to please my master no matter what. I was starting to understand the game now. One of my fantasies was to have sex with two men but I was afraid of being recognized or catching something. Master fixed that. If I caught something it could only come from one person and how could he have anything, we don’t have sex!

My reverie was short lived as I felt something hot and hard being rubbed over my pussy lips. I heard my husband groan as his penis sank into me. Surly he would know now!

"This is for sure the best pussy I've ever had, Z. Damn she's hot! Tight, too.”

Well if you had stayed home you could have had it any time you wanted. I screamed to myself.

 "Is that right, Daniel? I always thought your wife was extremely attractive. You like this cunt better than hers?” 

My master was mocking my husband while at the same time letting me know what a shit heal he was.

"Uh! Uh!” He grunted as he pumped away. "She's ok. Nothing at all like this hot little piece, though. No.. UH ...way! If my wife was this hot I wouldn’t have gotten a mistress years ago.”

Mistress!!! My mind snapped from arousal to anger, the bastards been cheating on me for years! conversely, being bound and gagged I could do nothing but listen. I could feel my master smiling. "Extremely attractive" he said.

"I bet she sucks a mean cock, too, doesn't she?” My jerk of a husband queried. Should I castrate him first then divorce him, or should I just kill him in his sleep?

"Let's find out.” My master said. “I was letting you have first fruits mind if I try her out?”

“You mean you haven’t had any of this? Man you are missing something! Help yourself.” My idiot husband just gave my master permission to use me, how sweet was that?

I felt hands at the back of my head begin to loosen the strap that held my gag, and then my master whispered close to my ear.  

"It would be wise to be silent, my slave.” 

His taunting words of caution excited me; I was going to suck my master while my husband watched. Life could not get bawdier.

As soon as the rubber penis slipped out, his very real one replaced it. I don't know if it was just the thrill of his cock in my mouth, or the fact that for the first time in my life I was being fucked by two hard men simultaneously. On the other hand, I was sucking my master’s cock under my husband's ignorant nose with his permission, or maybe it was all the above, but a wave of lust came over me like I'd never felt before. I began to tremble and shake as my pussy contracted around my husband’s penis.

"Damn! She's about to squeeze my dick off!” My husband exclaimed.

"Yes, Daniel. She's coming, is she much tighter than your wife?” It figures that my master had to tell my husband when I was having an orgasm, Daniel would not have known from past experience.

"Whoo-wee! Me too! Fuck!” Shrieked the fool I had married.

“After the last kid, my wife could fuck a telephone pole and not notice. I would trade that old hag for this hot bitch any day!”

That’s it he dies slow and painful. I thought to myself as I continued to please my master with my mouth. I felt my husband's penis explode inside me and I must admit it felt good. In the state I was in at the time, I believe any cock would have felt good because I knew it's what my master wanted and I wanted to please him. I needed to please him.

I felt the limp dick dribble from my pussy. My master, having more control than my husband (in many ways) was still rigid in my mouth, but he soon withdrew. I almost said something, but caught myself at the last moment. My master wisely reinserted the penis gag, locking it firmly in place.

Daniel was babbling something about how great this all was as I sensed my master walking around behind me. I wondered if my husband was feeling jealous of this black man’s much larger cock when my master spoke.

"Daniel, come over here for a sec. Take your fingers a pull apart her gorgeous cheeks for me.”

"Well, uh, sure.”  

I felt my ass being pulled open even further exposing my most intimate place. "A bit more my boy...that's good.”

"Are you gonna do what I think you're gonna do?” Daniel asked with almost a comical excitement in his voice.

"Yes dear boy...I'm going to fuck your...um, sex toy in her very sexy tight ass.”

He almost said "Your WIFE'S very sexy tight ass!”

Even though he nearly gave it away, he had maneuvered this unsuspecting man into prying his very own wife's ass open so that my master could fuck it! He took his time, first rubbing his drooling shaft over my naked cheeks, then up and down between them, slowly. Then, he smacked them with an open palm. I jumped as far as my bonds would allow and moaned through the gag. 

"Jesus!” Daniel exclaimed.

"Yes...she loves to be spanked, Daniel.” I didn’t realize it until now. Master had spanked me before but now with my husband watching me, I felt another blow and was sure I loved it.

"Have you ever spanked your wife Daniel?”

"Well...um...no... Not really...I...uh... She is not as worldly as I am. She would freak out if I even tried to do that. She is strictly a missionary in her thinking and positions. Hell she thinks edge play is doing it with the lights on with her under the covers.” My idiot spouse said. If he only knew that I am the hot bitch he just finished fucking.

"Then I imagine you've never done THIS either!”

With the word "THIS" he shoved the massive head of his cock just inside my anus. I grunted through the gag loudly. Daniel never answered. I could imagine him staring as he watched that meaty black cock begin to worm its way slowly between my cheeks.

Master brushed Daniel's prying fingers aside as he gripped my ass flesh, squeezing, pinching, slapping as he pushed deeper and deeper into my tender hole. I screamed of course but the gag made it impossible to express my true feelings.

"What an absolutely exquisite ass she has, Daniel. This is one ass that was made to be fucked. I said that to myself the first time I saw it, you know. I was determined to possess it and now I do, and you have the extreme pleasure of watching me TAKE it!”

With the word "TAKE" he drove his cock home to the hilt. It felt like it was about to reach my throat. His lecherous words and the extreme penetration of his cock caused me to start cuming all over again. I had to bite down on the rubber and plastic cock to keep from making a sound other than incoherent groans and grunts. My master was ass fucking me in front of my husband just like… 

Oh my God! I remember now. The first time he fucked me I offered to suck him off with my husband watching. Then I promised to have sex with my master with my husband watching us if he would just let me cum. He took me at my word and arranged it. That alone told me volumes of the depth of control I had given up to my master, and his desire to own me totally, I was being fucked up my ass as my husband watched and it was the most arousing thing I had ever experienced. My mind exploded with another orgasm. I jerked and pulled against my bonds as my body and mind were wracked with multiple orgasms.

It was more than master could handle too as his balls expanded and spewed deep inside me, again and again. While still pumping his hot cream deep into my bowels, he began to fuck me hard...furiously...until the last spasm forced him to plunge fully into me one final time.

"Damn Z that was one awesome ass fuck!” Daniel managed as I felt the semi rigid member withdraw from my plundered rectum.

"She has one awesome ass to fuck.” Was the reply, and Daniel had no clue how badly he was being mocked.

I was amazed at the strong sense of pride I found in master’s praise, even though the average person could argue that I had just been brutally raped and sodomized. Amazing also, how I found my husband's complicity in it to be so erotic. My husband, without knowing it, had just helped another man fuck his wife's ass, right in front of him and then praised him for the endeavor!

"From the look of your dick, Daniel, I’d say you enjoyed watching it as much as she did receiving it.” He said more for my benefit than anything else. I could picture my husband’s penis hard and ready to have sex again. 

"Well, it was pretty hot Z, I wish my wife could see this maybe she could learn something.”

"I think you need to have that taken care of, don't you? Yes. I have an idea.”

I heard that whirring sound again and felt myself being pulled back upright. As he released all my bonds (except for the blindfold), the lawyer said "Have you ever been restrained, Daniel? No? Let's try something. Come here.” Master never gave my husband a chance to answer or argue.

 In a matter of moments I heard a lot of nervous banter from Daniel and metallic clanking sounds. My blindfold was taken off. As my eyes adjusted to the light what greeted my sight was my husband with his wrists bound together and held high over his head by a long metal bar and his ankles latched to the floor as mine had been only moments ago. His eyes were concealed behind a black leather mask that covered his whole head except for a triangular cutout for his mouth and nose.

Then I saw my master with a finger in front of his lips signaling ‘Shhhh’. ‘Quiet’. I nodded and smiled, resisting the urge to laugh.

"How does it feel to be totally helpless, Daniel? Depriving you of sight and movement will enhance your other senses, especially the sense of feel. You're going to enjoy this next experience immensely.”

Turning to me he said, "My slave, I want you to suck this dear boy's cock like he's never had it sucked before. Can you do that for me?”

I just smiled and got down on my knees. To my surprise, master began telling me exactly what to do. For the next fifteen minutes or so, he directed my every action, watching closely and deriving much pleasure from the control he had over Daniel and me. I was aroused as my master gave me directions to please my husband. It was so wicked, having a third party watching me suck my husband. At the end, he even told me to reach underneath and finger my husband's ass. The result was another torrent of cum from my husband's dick which my master directed me to swallow.

Just as the last spasm released in my mouth, I heard the whirring sound again. Small electric motors hidden in the ceiling were causing the restraining apparatus to move. My master replaced the leather horse-like rail over which I had previously been bent. As the bar slowly moved, it forced my husband to bend over the same way it had me.

It was all I could do to keep from laughing as Daniel protested and whined through the mask. He was afraid my master was going to fuck him!

"Oh no, my dear Daniel. I'm not going to fuck you...SHE is!”

With that startling revelation, he turned and took a long black strap-on dildo out of a hidden cabinet and proceeded to fix it to me so that I soon sported a seven-inch ebony erection!

Daniel was still muttering, so my master took the same penis-shaped gag he'd used on me and put it in Daniel's mouth! By now, I had to hold my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming with laughter.

Finally, he poured some liquid on the dildo and nodded toward my bent over husband. My first instinct was to drive the thing into his ass as hard as I could, but I decided to make him suffer this indignation a little longer.

"When you take pleasure, you should give in return. I think she's earned this, don't you Daniel?”

He, of course, could not answer. I can't tell you the thrill it gave me to watch that big black rubber cock slowly sink into my husband's ass, especially since I was the one controlling it. My master did make some brief suggestions, but left me mostly on my own. One big surprise I hadn't expected was that my new appendage had some sort of device that massaged my clit and moved with each thrust as I moved. The harder I fucked, the better it massaged me!

In a few short minutes I was cuming like a freight train! I continued to spasm until I thought my legs would give out I instinctively collapsed over my husband's back. As the waves of sweaty pleasure began to wane and I had somewhat caught my breath, I felt hands grip my hips and the next thing I knew, my master had slid something into my ass, it filled me and felt good, then he drove his cock into my pussy from behind! 

Almost instantly I was swept back to the edge of orgasm as he pounded into me repeatedly. He had to cover my mouth because I started to make some very loud noises. I doubt Daniel would have recognized them he'd certainly never heard any sounds like that from ME before! Besides, since the dildo was still lodged in Daniel's butt, each time master slammed in and out of me, the force also moved my hips to which the plastic cock was strapped. Adds a new meaning to "triple penetration", don't you think?

Finally, it was over. My master’s cock slid out of me and mine slid out of Daniel. I had never felt so exhilarated. My master pointed to the floor underneath the bar over which Daniel was bending. There was a small puddle of white fluid where none had been before. It seems Daniel had enjoyed his new experience!

Daniel was released from his bonds and blushed when he saw the little puddle of cum on the floor. “Slave, clean my floor.” My master ordered. Reluctantly I dropped to my knees and licked up my husband’s cold cum. I was thoroughly humiliated at having my husband see me do this disgusting act but it was hard to argue with the arousal I felt.

“Holy shit! She’ll do that for you?” Daniel said in shock and arousal. 

“Yes, my boy. You heard the rumors about my divorce? This is my slave and she will do anything to please me.”

I felt some strange pride at hearing this. I was not licking up my husband’s spent seed I was pleasing my master.

“Wish my wife would act like that sometimes.” My husband said as he dressed.

I was taken back through the hidden door to the bathroom; master removed the butt plug and left me to freshen up and wait for my husband to leave, he had to catch the redeye for his business and sex trip. I could hear them talking in the other room as Daniel dressed. 

“You like what we did tonight Daniel?” 

“Well, hell yeah Z!”

“How would you like to do this on a regular basis? Say one night every three or four months?”

“What’s it gona cost me?” I heard Daniel ask warily.

“Working with your wife the last few months I have grown fond of the old gal. I already talked her out of divorcing you, and that saved a piss pot of money.” Daniel thought I was going to divorce him? I asked myself confused. “Every now and then I might want some old coochie, so when you are out of town or with your mistress let me know and I might give her a fuck or two.”

“And in return I get to come here and fuck that hot bitch?” I could hear my husband’s desire for me as “that hot bitch” and felt proud.

“This one or other slaves I own. You can even ass fuck her if you want but the cost is 10% kick back on your end of the profits and the use of your wife from time to time, deal?”

“Fuck yeah! I would rather have that hot whore than my old wife. I have to warn you though I don’t think she likes black men all that much. Even with your big dick I don’t think you would be able to feel much in her loose pussy. Oh yeah, and she don’t give head worth a damn either, your whore sucks a mean cock I tell you. Looks like I get the better end of this deal.” My idiot husband laughed. 

“You just sign the papers saying you won’t divorce your wife for having sexual relations with me. If it happens it happens but if it does happen I don’t want you cutting her off in revenge. Besides since she knows about your mistress and I stopped her from taking half your money you owe me.” 

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I should have been angry that my husband just gave me away so he could fuck a whore. The irony that my stupid husband just traded money and me for the right to fuck me was just too rich to let what he did bother me. To him I was an old woman not worthy of his attention. My master had just talked my brilliant businessman husband out of at least eight thousand a month for the pleasure of fucking his own wife once a month, while at the same time giving my master free use of me. 

When my stupid husband had left I came out laughing. Master smiled at me. 

“You did very well, slave.”

“Master, what did you mean about me divorcing Daniel?”

“After our second meeting Danny boy found out where you were and asked my help. I told him that I could not divulge what a client told me in confidence. He asked if you knew he was fooling around and was planning on divorcing him. I told him that I could not say anything at the risk of my license. He offered me money if I would talk you out of the divorce. I said that would be a separate matter and that I would do my best to dissuade you from taking such action if I could figure a way to do it ethically but instead of money I wanted something more. I needed an investment partner for a project.” My master pointed to the room. 

“Your husband then asked if I would have an affair with you to keep you too busy to notice he was still fucking around.” 

I had to stifle a laugh when master said that. It was then that I realized that master was maneuvering my husband around to a point where he was paying to have sex with his own wife while at the same time was fulfilling my fantasies. It was right after I offered to be his sex partner and he was mulling over my letter. I gained new respect for my master right there and then. My master showed me the new hand written list of things I wanted to try then tore it up. 

“Make a new list.” He said. “Put on the list your wildest fantasies. I will make them all come true but there will be a cost to you.” I knew there would be and I did not care. From the time he had me naked in his office he owned me. It was not until now was I able to admit it to myself. 

“From now on you will only have sex with me or people I allow you to have sex with. Your husband is not one of those people. You may give him hand jobs once a week if he wants sex. You will not make mention to him at any time that you are my slave. You will come here once a month or so to have sex with your husband at my direction and you will act the whore. You will never reveal to him that you are his wife when you are fucking him. And finally you will stop masturbating without my express permission.”

“May I ask a question?” I asked knowing that no matter the answer I would agree to his demands. “Will you let me serve you more often than I have to fuck my husband?” 

“Yes.” He said with an evil grin.

“Then I am still your slave my master.” I said and meant it. I trusted him fully now, whatever he told me to do I did without question.

My master spent the next week while my husband was gone setting up the arrangements, and making love to me in ways I did not envisage were possible. I was a business woman now I would work in the office during the day making sure the staff did their jobs and on alternate weekends. At night my master would show me sexual things about myself that kept me in a constant state of arousal. My husband would understand and be grateful when I had to work late some nights so he could be with is slut. 

It was much later that master showed me the recording room. There were hidden cameras and microphones had been placed all over our playroom and the recording room had monitors that were studio quality. He made a DVD of our play session with my husband and said he was sending it to him as a keepsake. Once I caught my husband masturbating to the DVD, I acted as if I had not seen him but it was a source of pride for me to see he was lusting after that whore on the screen because that whore was me.

I hear all the time how hard the slave has it. You want some cheese to go with that whine? What about the poor master?

We have to be concerned with every aspect of our slaves’ life and manage it properly while at the same time taking care of our own lives. All I want is a simple glass of water will my slave get it for me? Not without whining and lame excuses. I will give you all an example of what I mean.

My slave says she loves me and is a pain slut so I set up a nice little play session. I have her on the bed, using my favorite cane I work her tits and ass to a beautiful cherry red. I give her orgasms in a system of bliss, which makes her have roughly 85 orgasms a minute and after six hours of her being played with I am tired and sweaty so I tell my slave to fetch me a drink of water. You know as a slave she should serve me, don’t you think? All she does is lay there, she won’t even acknowledge me. Ok it’s been six hours maybe she is a little tired so out of the goodness of my heart, I untie her from the bed and help her to her feet. “Go get me a glass of water”. I tell her. She won’t move. She mumbles something I can’t understand so I use my whip on her ass that will wake her up. Still nothing, you would think that after I spent six hours meeting her needs she would be happy to provide this minor service for her master. She won’t move and all she does is mumble at me. I mean the disrespect I have to suffer at her willful hands! She won’t even speak with a clear voice she just mumbles.

Okay maybe I expect too much from her, I take the gag and dirty panties out of her mouth. Work, work, work, a master’s work is never done. Not even a thank you, all she does is gasp air as if the one nostril I left un-pinched was not enough to breathe with. God gave her two I only blocked one. Being the kind master I am I give her a few minutes more to calm herself. Then I say, “Slave go get me a glass of water”. Does she move, or say yes sir? No! The lazy bitch gives me a string of lame excuses! Now I feel taken advantage of. I give into her silly wishes and remove the eight pounds off each nipple clamp as if weighted clover clamps would stop her from getting me a glass of water. “Now will you get your master a glass of water”? Another string of lame excuses, this time about her legs or something. I was not paying attention because of my sore writs, using a whip and cane for six hours while at the same time manipulating her clitoris so she can have cascading orgasms is a lot of work. I am past feeling taken advantage of to the point of feeling abused. I spend six hours of quality time with this lazy woman and all I get is back talk. As I said, I am a kind master so I untie her feet, and take the five-pound weights off each labium. I tell her no more mister nice master if she does not start moving I will get my cane and there will be blood. To show her utter disrespect for me she runs right into me, almost knocking me over. Then she runs into the loveseat and then the wall. I grab her by the hair. You figure after all this time she would know where the kitchen is but I guess some slaves are just plain stupid.

Feeling completely abused at this point I calm myself, masters are not supposed to lose their temper. She is just a slave and you have to make allowances because she did have six hours of orgasms. My kindness kicks in and I take off the blindfold and send her on her way.

She gets just past the bedroom door and stops. She whines some more about some silliness that has nothing to do with my water. The abuse I have to suffer just to get any service around here is unbelievable! So I take the clover clamp off her clitoris and the spiked leaded weight. Do I get a thank you master? No just a lot of screaming and jumping around. She said she was a pain slut and that she loves pain, what’s the problem?

Then when she finally stops with the theatrics, she asks if she can use the toilet. Can you imagine the nerve of this bitch?!! I am parched and thirsty but all she can think of is herself. It is always her, her, her, what about me? I tell her that if she wants to use the toilet to get my water first.

She takes just five steps into the living room and stops with another complaint. The butt plug fell out. How is that my fault? I pull the rope attached to the plug back into the bedroom and untie the other end from the bed.

I look into the living room to see she has not moved. All I hear is, “Master, ah Master, I think I have a problem”. This impertinent bitch is really trying my patients! “Get moving”! I yell. She takes another step and now there is a mess all over the tile floor. Okay maybe I should have only used a 4 quart enema instead of 6 but she said she liked pain. I could see some ice still had not melted in the mess she so callously left on the floor. It will be the last time I think of her well being. She said it was hot while we were playing, so out of the goodness of my heart, I gave her a nice little ice water enema to help cool her down. How does she repay my kindness? By leaving a mess all over the living room floor and I bet she will tell me that she is too tired after all the play to clean it up.

Here I am exhausted from doing all the things she says she likes and I make a simple request for a glass of cold water for my parched throat and I have to listen to her demanding compromises, do this if you want your water, if you want a drink then untie my legs. If being a slave was easy everyone would do it.

Talk about suffering in silence. My poor shoulder is killing me from whipping her, does she care about the pain I am suffering? No! All she can think about is going potty. The lazy slave comes back without the water and tells me that she really has to use the toilet. Fine whatever, at this point I am almost ready to get the water myself but I know if I do that then she will whine about me denying her the pleasure of serving me when I try to go to sleep tonight. Now I know why God invented ball gags.

The problem with slaves is they lack focus. I want water and all she can think of is using the toilet. I am too kind as a master I think. I give in one more time to her silly request. I tell her to go sit on the toilet. Not even a minute later she is whining again. It’s like she never stops! Ok I take the catheter out of her so she can let the two quarts of water I forced in her bladder, out. She had been holding it for six hours, she couldn’t hold it a little longer ‘til I get my drink?

“Are we all comfy now? Can I have my glass of water”? This time she thanks me and bends to kiss my hand. Okay now I am starting to feel like a master again instead of an abused submissive. Maybe I was a little harsh, I pat her head and she walks to the kitchen careful not to slip on the mess or the ice. I sit on the bed waiting for my simple reward. Just as I start to relax she calls me from the kitchen. “What now”? She wants me to un-cuff her hands from the belt, it seems that her hands strapped to her hips prevent her from reaching my favorite glass.

She thinks I’m stupid, she just wants to make me compromise one more time. “No! You want me to do that; you bring me my water first”! I hear her moving around in the kitchen then I hear the water running. Finally, I can relax; my reward is on the way. It took the lazy woman 20 minutes for her to start back to the bedroom. She slips on an ice cube and falls. She spilled my water! The heartlessness of the slave to tease me like that, letting me see my reward for six hours of hard work and then she spills it on the floor. She goes back to the kitchen and tries again. “I don’t want that glass you, dropped it in your mess, I am a master and deserve a clean glass”. How hard can it be to get a glass of water for ones master? She brings me the clean glass in her teeth because her hands are dirty. I look at it. “What no ice”?

So when you hear all that phony whining about slaves suffering in silence, or how hard their life is. Remember what we poor masters have to suffer just to get a glass of cold water. You should read the story of how I taught my slave to swim. Talk about the rough things a master has to do.

What a day, my slave is driving me to the brink. Okay let me skip all the stuff I was writing about my life and go to my life today, I am married with three children, I also own three slaves, not my wife or children. To some of you I may seem a little different but that is how I live my life. I currently have three women in my home and they are driving me up the wall. My senior slave wants me to take her best friend and enslave her so she could be happy. This woman is not in the lifestyle currently but is the type that thrives on being owned. She just has all that vanilla crap in her head that keeps her from taking the steps necessary to become a slave. My senior slave is working tonight and her friend is supposed to come over and sleep with me. Not have sex or anything sexual just sleep. My senior slave wants her to surrender to me and this is the type of woman that needs to be taken. I am not in the mood to take another slave and go through the years of training just so some lucky master can have a ready made slave. I don’t mind doing it if the person is looking and wants this but this woman is ready and still fighting who she really is. Time will tell I guess.