Change of Life
Someone once told me, "the first year of marriage a couple's desire for each other is so strong they wish they could just eat each other up, and the next four you wish you had". I'm not sure that was exactly how our marriage went, but after twenty-one years, let's just say out relationship had cooled down considerably. Our bodies change from the slim lines of youth to the broaden forms of middle age, and our sex life decreased to nearly nonexistent. I turned more and more to fantasy and porn to meet the needs of my body. At times, the heat and ideas that found a place in my mind were acted out in bed. My focus turned from her breast and cunt, to her now large shapely ass. From loving caresses and foreplay to nonconsensual fucking. Bondage forced deep throat, and sodomy she received the worst I could imagine. If it fueled my passion, I sought the opportunity to try it out on her.
Nine months before our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary she told me that if our marriage was going to continue my actions would have to change with no more porn, no bondage and especially no more ass fucking.
I had never meant to hurt her; the abuse had just developed over time. After her ultimatum, I did a lot of soul searching and discovered that my love for her was more than my sexual perversion.
We rededicated ourselves to courtship and renewal of our relationship.
We returned to dating, and sending flowers and cards. The more time we spent talking, the less we spent arguing. Once again laughter and joy returned to our time together, our children said we looked like a couple of teenagers. As laughter increased an amazing thing happened, the spark, or fire are whatever you want to call it returned. Long intimate hours of making love filled our lives again, but deep inside me, perversion still burned.
We planned a week long get away to Miami Florida, followed by a four-night cruise to celebrate our new relationship, and the date was set to coincide with our twenty-fifty anniversary.
Our flight arrived a little late. We caught a taxi to the hotel where we dropped out bags and changed to make a reservation in a local restaurant we had attended on our wedding night many years prior. Shelia was dressed in a small black dress, which despite her added weight did wonders for her figure. Her make up done in a hurry was beautiful to behold, and the shiny black high heels made her ass giggle and twist like it had not in years.
My eyes and hands would not stay off her and we necked and petted in the back of the taxi like two youngsters. As the taxi stopped we ducked our heads and ran hand in hand through the doors into the building. It was only after we had taken a seat and our eyes adjusted to the darkness that we realized that the nice restaurant we had visited before had changed. At tables and secluded booths around the room men, women set in groups of two, three or more. The groups were laughing, crying and calling out as they watched the action being presented on the staged in the center of the room. What had been a dance floor, now was inhabited by a device that looked like a roman cross, with straps and buckles arranged all over it for holding someone captive. On each side was set tables with a variety of instruments, from whips to giant penis shaped diodes.
As we watched a tall young man in an expensive business suit led a blindfolded girl dressed in a robe to the device, by a leash attached to her neck collar. Bringing her to a stop next to the device the man turned and spoke in low tones to the girl who with trembling hands untied the string around her neck that held the robe closed. A low gasp of lust and awe was heard from every throat as the robe slid off her shoulders and down over her body leaving her nude trembling body totally exposed for all to see and lust after. The girl just stood there trembling. As the crowd hooted the man dropped the end of the leash to the floor, and walked slowly over to one of the tables and began picking up one instrument after the other examined them.
Shelia leaned in close and whispered let’s get out of here. My heart was pounding and I felt the beast rising inside with thoughts of what I might see. After picking up several and laying them aside, the young man’s hand closed on what looked like a riding crop about eighteen inches long, with the handle about one inch in diameter. His practice swings through the air made a kind of whistling sound. Approaching the girl, he took a couple more practice swings closer and closer to her nude and trembling body. Small trembling cries escaped her lips as she stiffened and stood waiting.
The whip drew closer and closer to her body. Then lightly, starting on the side of her face he ran the cold leather down her body. Over and over again the leather handle caressed her face, neck, nipples and legs. She just stood there frozen. Then reversing the handle and gripping it with eight inches of the handle exposed he leaned close wrapped his left arm around her neck and shoulder and kissed her lightly on the lips. As their lips meet, with one savage thrust the rounded end was shoved cruelly up between her legs, crushing and tearing her pussy open eight inches of cold dry leather rammed in until his hand stopped it from going any deeper. The Girls screamed out rising up as high on her tiptoes as her legs would allow and then doubled over in pain and humiliation the breath knocked out of her body. Grinding his hand and twisting it he pushed hard against her tender flesh. She only remained on her feet from the support of the man's arm around her shoulder and the leather handle shoved deep in her cunt.
The crowd roared and cheered the man as a second, third and fourth time he pulled out and rammed the whip handle home. Pulling it out he raised his hand to the audience which applauded in a roar at the mixture of juices that covered the leather and dripped down off his hand. Taking aim for a fifth jab, her hands feeble moved to protect her sex. The man jerked her over to the cross and motioned for two big men who were stationed near by to come and assist. She was quickly shackled to the cross. Legs spread and shackled there was no way to protect her sensitive pussy.
Watching the event in shock amazement till this point, Shelia grabbed for my hand and said, "Let's get out of here!" Jumping to our feet we made for the door past tables where angry and surprised eyes starred at us, and more than a few hands reached out to grab and grope as we rushed by. As we approached the door one of the large men who had helped shackle the girl to the cross suddenly appeared in the exit door. "Leaving so soon? He asks me. The boss does not like it when someone cause a distraction form his show."
Shelia screamed, "Get out of my way, we're leaving." A handgun appeared out of nowhere to be pressed into her mouth. Turning to face me he said, "You're not much of a Master to let your slave get out of control like that."
Stammering and sputtering, unsure of what to do. Afraid that he would pull the trigger at any minute. I said, "I'm not her master, she's not a slave."
A grin that could only be described as evil slowly slid across his face, "Everyone is either a master or a slave, by your own words let it be unto you." His eyes looked Shelia up and down, he turned back to me and said, "She was born to be enslaved, and if you're not her master, then so were you."
Pushing the pistol deeper in Shelia's throat he back us into the center of the floor. Shelia gagged on the feel and taste of steal that was in her mouth, but was unable to do anything for fear of dying. Tears ran down her cheeks doted the front of her little black dress as we were marched at gunpoint to center stage.
The man with the whip stood, quietly popping the whip in hand as we approached.
Looking Shelia and I squarely in the eyes he spoke, "Perhaps you did not know what you were getting into when you walked into this place, or maybe you did and just want to share in the fun. Either way is fine with me, but in your own time you will pay for disturbing the entertainment I was performing for my friends and customers. Bring them a couple of chairs here where they can get a close view of my fun, and let them begin to learn what it means to be a master or slave."
Two chairs with arms were quickly produced and we were forced to sit within five feet of the naked, shackled girl in the show.
Turning to the Girl shackled to the cross the man asks, "Slave what is you purpose?"
The bound girl replied with a whimper, "To please you Master."
What is my purpose Slave?
To take pleasure, replied the girl.
"And how am I your master allowed to please myself, slave?"
A visible tremble ran the length of the girl's body, "Any way you choose, Master."
With a grin the man turned and looked first at me then at Shelia, and said, "That was a correct answer. Because she has answered correctly I will now fulfill both of our purposes for your instruction and because you dared to disturb us just when things were getting good, you invoke my anger, and my pleasure will be wonderful indeed."
Turning to the girl on the cross the man flicked the whip and with a pop the tassel struck the girls left nipple. An exhalation of breath was all that revealed the girl's pain. Like a dancer the man moved supple as a cat forward and back, side to side and with each move the tip of the whip touched another delicate point of skin. As the girl trembled and jerked, very small whimpers escaped her lips.
Suddenly I caught myself wiggling in my seat, because my cock had become amazingly aroused at the display of this girl's helplessness and torture. From five feet away I was close enough to smell her hot pussy as it became more and more aroused.
I looked over at Shelia in time to see her, with tears flowing down her chin cry out, "Stop, please."
With arm drawn back for another blow, the cruel man paused and responded, "You don't like me hitting her with this riding croup?"
Shelia in sobs, cried, "No, please don't hit her with that anymore."
The man faced the audience; "She doesn't want me to strike this cunt with this croup anymore."
The audience laughed uproariously. From the back a voice yelled out, "do as she says."
With a shrug of his shoulders the man walked back over to the table and laid down the croup and picked up a cat of nine tails. As you wish my lady, he replied to Shelia.
The bound girl was inverted on the cross, her head now down and her feet up in the air.
The man raised the cat high over his head and brought it down savagely between her legs onto the open flower of her cunt. For minutes, he lashed her across her pussy, breast and even the bottom of her feet. Exhausted she hung suspended upside-down her head waist high. Tears ran out of her eyes and puddle on the floor, but she never said a word.
Winded the man with the whip turned to Shelia and with a bow, "Is this more to your liking, My lady?" he smirked.
The audience responded with loud clapping and catcalls.
Shelia set in stunned silence, unable to speak or move.
Glancing my way, he noticed the budge in my pants, and with a leer said, the slave on the wheel got what she wanted she has pleased me very well and will be rewarded later. Your wife has received what she wanted she has aided another slave in pleasing her master by suggesting that she receive a greater fuller use, but you reveal that you have other desires and require another lesson in slave submission. Walking slowly over to the table he reached down and picked up an object that looked sort of like a Billy club but it had a red button on the handle and two metal studs sticking out of the other end.
With a movement of his hands he motioned and the two big men grabbed both my arms and twisted them behind me, and dragged me to the girl on the wheel. My hands were handcuffed to the girl's ankles, and I stood staring into her wet, red inflamed cunt.
Reaching down the man with the club looking stick rubbed my crotch with his right hand and then unzipped my fly. My cock, which had swelled from the display, broke through to stand proudly in front of me and rubbed against the girl's face. I tried to back away as far as my bound hands would let me.
So the use of a slave turns you on, does it? Walking around to the back of the cross he questioned, "Would you say that the use of this slave had almost electrical properties?" Well maybe I can help you understand a little more of the pleasure that a master can receive from a properly schooled submissive.
Hands came around from the rear and unfastened my belt buckle, and my pants were unsnapped. My pants were pulled roughly down to my ankles. I was then pushed forward until my crotch was against the inverted face of the bound slave. "Slave service this male," the Mater ordered.
Without delay the bound slave opened her mouth and began trying to capture my hardened cock in her mouth. I tried to back away. One of the men behind me walked over to the table and picked up a black penis shape dildo that looked to be fifteen inches long and two inches in diameter. Holding it up in the air he twisted the bottom and the thing began to vibrate with a purr. Returning behind me he shoved the vibrator into the crack of my butt against my ass hole. In terror, I pushed my hips forward driving my hard pole up the bound slave’s throat.
The crowd roared their approval. I was caught between the desire to fuck this slave's throat for all I was worth or withdraw and spare her and get my ass torn up by the vibrator behind me. With the option of pleasure in her mouth or pain in my ass my cock disappeared totally into her mouth and up her throat. Saliva ran out of her throat and down over my balls and dripped to the floor as she sucked and sucked as though her life depended on it, and perhaps it did. I could tell she could not breathe and tried to withdraw a little. "No you don't came a voice from behind me. You never show mercy to a slave. Fuck her you worthless piece of shit. The vibrator that had been pushing against my butt started to plow its way into my ass. A pain like white-hot fire began in my ass and spread through my entire body. The Vibrator passed the entrance ring and continued deep up into my bowels. My response was to try to free myself by moving forward which jammed my dick even deeper into the slaves throat. The slave made gurgling sounds as her nose now pushed flat in my pubic hair.
Now that's how you use a slave the man with the whip laughed out loud.
Whoever was behind me laughed and began a steady pattern of moving the giant black vibrator in and out of my ass. Each time he withdrew I withdrew my cock from her throat, and then as the vibrator was forced back in me I once again in an attempt to avoid the pain cram my cock to my balls into her mouth and throat.
Slave is that the best you can do for this male? Your not trying the man replied. He then raised the Billy club looking device and place the metal studs against her clit and mashed the button. Her body spasmed as electrical voltage was produced from the shock stick. The spasm traveled down her body and caused her throat to constrict. The intense feeling of her throat spasms combined with the electrical current conducted through her saliva produced a mixture of pain and pleasure I would never have believed possible. The first shock lasted only a moment, but the master increased the voltage and length of the shock until the two of us hung together jerking and twisting connected only by my cock buried deep in her mouth. I lost count of time. I lost control of my body. I was living somewhere between the euphoria when pain and pleasure become one. Even my ass no longer rejected the giant intruder that attacked it there.
Master spoke to the girl again, "Is that the best you can do slut." and slid the end of the shocking stick inside her pussy and held down the button.
Her body began to vibrate like the black vibrator in my ass. My muscles contracted and I pushed my cock so deep in her mouth that my legs sealed off her face on both sides. My balls blocked her nostrils. Above the sound of the crowd cheering I could hear her gurgling deep in her throat. Then like a train coming through a tunnel I felt my sperm begin its journey from my balls through my cock and into her spasming throat. It felt like gallons, I know she would have drowned if she had not been hanging upside down. As quick as I shot my load, the spunk would run back down. Some ran out of her mouth and some even came out her nostrils running down both cheeks and into her eyes and hair. Somewhere in the most powerful orgasm of my life I passed out.
As I came out of my faint I found myself back cuffed to the chair. The slave girl had been taken down and lay on one of the tables. The master was talking to Shelia. So now you have seen your first lesson as a slave. You have been responsible for another slave's pleasure and pain. You have seen the pleasure that your man can receive from a slave under the control of a strong master. Now bitch it’s your turn to serve.
Shelia was taken from the chair and dragged in front of me where she was ordered to clean me up. Her face was pressed between my legs and she was forced to lick and suck all the combined sperm and saliva off of me. To my over stimulated dick her soft tongue and warm mouth was unbearable, and I was sent into a dry orgasm. Spasm after spasm ran over my body as it tried to pump sperm that was not there.
Then wrapping his fingers into her hair Shelia was dragged over to the still body of the slave girl. As Shelia tongue searched the crevices of her face, eyes and depth of the slave girls mouth for the last drops of my sperm, I thought I saw a change in Shelia's body language. From a nonconsensual participant, her kisses moved from the girl's mouth down her tired body over each nipple to lick and suck between the tired slave's out stretched legs. The slave girl’s response was quicker and her hand slid up under Vanessa's black dress to begin fingering Shelia's pussy inside her panties. Then both girls' bodies twisted and jerked in the embrace of a mutual organism.
The crowd cheered, as the master gently rubbed Shelia’s' head and told her well-done slave. The look in Shelia’s' eyes as she looked up at him was something to behold, a look of satisfaction and submission. Then without being told Shelia crawled over to the base of the cross and licked up the puddle of sperm that had dripped out of the slave's mouth onto the floor.
This was how we were introduced to the world of Masters and Slaves.
The master turned and looked at the two of us. Perhaps you came here on purpose, or maybe by chance. Or could it be fate? I now give you a chance to make a choice. Will you leave here and never return, or submit to me?
That was the beginning of a new life for both of us.
