Third Date

About a week after their second date, she got a message from him telling her to be at his house at 7:00 PM on Friday. She was elated to get this message and the fact that he had told her, and not asked her, gave her a thrill.

Master had been pleased with her report of the previous date and had removed all restrictions from her holes. He had also given her instruction to "make sure the man is pleased." This was tantamount to saying "You are his slave for the evening." She liked this because all uncertainty had been removed from the relationship.

This would be the first date where she would be totally under his control so she wanted to prepare carefully. She started getting ready right after work on Friday. Out of the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. Master had taught her to look at herself through his eyes and not her own, so she would spend no mind space obsessing over imperfections.

Master had taught her that women have two purposes: bearing and raising children, and giving pleasure to men. She was past the first purpose with her last child a year from adulthood, so she was able to concentrate all of her energy on the second.

She put her hands under her udders and held them up to the imaginary Master in the mirror, offering them for his inspection and use. They were nice boobs, large enough to be tied up and spanked. They sagged plenty but nothing that a really good boob-tie wouldn't improve. The few times she had been with Master, he had been brutal with them, beating them, tying them so tightly they ached, and torturing the nipples. He had even hung her from the hotel room wall by the nipples.

She hated the pain but loved how turned on he got from their abuse. He had taught her to ignore the former and focus on the later, taking pride in suffering for his pleasure.

She lifted the left udder a little higher so she could see the tattoo under it. It was Master's first initial in caps and hers in lower case connected by a chain. Master had ordered it only in the last few months to commemorate her 25 hours of bondage to him. She never tired of looking at it and running her finger over it.

Then she dropped her boobs and started smacking them with her hand from underneath so they would leap into the air. Master called this a "warmup" for the harsher use by a man that might come later. Then she grabbed her nipples hard and shook her boobs like a dog with one of his toys, making them jiggle and hurt. She finished the "exercise" by giving each nipple a hard slap.

Next she ran her hand over her pussy mound, feeling for any stubble, but she had done a good job shaving and it was very smooth. She pushed her middle finger in between her labia and was pleased to see that she was already wet. Her body wanted a man's cock, badly.

She resisted the temptation to finger her clit because Master forbade any orgasms prior to use by a man. He always wanted her to be what he called "slutty-horny" and anxious.

She moved her hands to her butt and gave both cheeks a healthy smack to stimulate her pussy even more. Then she put some lube on her finger and inserted it into her rectum as a preventative in case the man wanted to go in there hard and fast.

Finally she gazed at her face. Her auburn hair was shoulder length now and getting longer; Master had forbidden her from cutting it for months now. That pleased her. She liked it when Master took control of her appearance and wished he could be there every day to choose her clothing.

Meeting Master 25 years ago had been a major event in her life. She had never met a man like him before and had driven hours to meet him in a hotel room to be used like a sex object. Why? Because he told her to. Since that day she had craved to be totally under the control of a competent, authoritative, forceful man like him. So far, she had not met anyone that could replace him.

But now she was going to serve another man in every way possible, because Master had ordered it. That man had potential. He had taken control during their last date at the first hint of submission from her and he had "ordered" her to come to his house tonight.

She had confidence that she would serve him well. There had been many men in her life over the last 25 years including a husband. With them and Master's coaching, she had developed her skills in the sexual arts. Master had taken her anal cherry and caused injury in the process, but since then she had become an "anal whore" and had had several cocks back there.

And she could take a large cock most of the way down her throat and had had messy face fucks. But no man since Master had used her udders so expertly and spanked her ass as hard.

So she felt confident in her ability to provide pleasure to the man she was seeing tonight. But neither Master nor the man had given her instructions on how to behave when she arrived. She felt like her entrance would be important in setting the tone for the evening but, prior to tonight, she had never had to determine that herself.

She gave it some thought. The weather had turned cold and she would be wearing a coat when she arrived. She had a mid-calf length coat that would be appropriate. Master had taught her that women should be naked in a man's presence whenever possible. Maybe she would be naked under the coat? That felt like a good way to send the message that she was his to do with as he pleased.

What other training had Master given her that might be useful tonight? He had taught her to never look into a man's eyes unless he tells you to, or you are worshipping his cock or feet. And keep your hands and arms out of the way unless they can be used to provide pleasure. And of course, kneel or grovel whenever possible to show you know your place.

She decided to arrive naked, take off her coat and wait for cues before she did anything else.

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She knocked on his door precisely at 7:00 PM, having waited on the porch until the exact time. He opened the door, smiled at her, and invited her to come in. He closed the door behind her and asked if he could take her coat. She removed it, revealing her nakedness to him and then stood, head bowed, hands behind her.

She could tell he was surprised and he said nothing and just looked at her naked body, holding her coat. He smiled and nodded before hanging her coat up in the closet by the door. Then he regarded her again, apparently deciding what to do next. He appeared to have a flash of inspiration, reached out and grabbed one of her nipples, and started pulling her into the living room with it.

Her udder was severely distended before she got moving and caught up and she had tears in her eyes already. When they reached the living room, he pointed to the floor and snapped his fingers. "Kneeling, legs spread, mouth open wide, hands behind head." It was a familiar position for her and she positioned herself quickly.

He left the room and returned, naked himself, carrying a ring gag. She hated ring gags. All gags are humiliating and the ones that made her drool on herself were the worst. Plus they hurt her jaw and removed any ability to control her throat. But Master had said they are "sexy as hell" so she was glad to have yet another one forced into her mouth and clasped behind her head.

She thought that the most humiliating way to use a ring gag was not to fuck her throat with one but to force her to talk with one. She hoped this man would not do that.

In fact, for a time, he did nothing. He had her posed on the floor in a stressful position, drooling on her boobs and belly, and was ignoring her. Instead he turned on a football game and started watching it.

Her arms started to tire and her legs were quivering from holding herself in that position. Drool had dripped down on her boobs, then to her belly and now was making its way to her pussy to be mixed with the pussy juice that was oozing out of her snatch. Being humiliated and ignored like that was a heavy turn-on for her and she was becoming desperate for something to plow into her cunt.

But it appeared that he was enjoying her distress. He would occasionally look at her to assess her misery and then go back to watching the game. It was halftime now and he done nothing to ease her lust or his own, if he had any.

She was frustrated, tired, and miserable. Why was he doing this? Was he trying to break her spirit and prove his control over her? Or was he trying to make her beg for relief and the pleasure of his cock in one of her aching holes?

Then he noticed something and got up to look closer. "You've dripped onto my floor." he said. "Lick it up and then dry it with your hair."

Of course she had dripped onto the floor. If her cunt juice wasn't enough, the drool pouring out of her mouth would be more than enough to traverse her body on the way to his engineered-vinyl flooring. She had not expected that the first surface her tongue would touch this evening would be his floor, but she had to obey and she was happy to be able to change position.

The problem was, she had a mouth full of drool and it was the overflow that was leaking out of her mouth. If she tipped her head to lick up the liquid on the floor, it would come pouring out and add to what she had to clean up. But there was no choice. She had no place to deposit it, could not swallow, and could not ask permission to spit into the sink. So she bent down to assess how much fluid she had to lick up and dumped another mouthful on what was already there.

Then she discovered what he already knew. Licking without the ability to close one's mouth was futile. All she accomplished was stirring up the mess on the floor. Finally she resolved that her hair was the only tool she had that might do the job. She wiped the floor with her hair, bending over and hoping that she didn't drool faster than she could wipe.

Her hair didn't make a great mop but she managed to get most of it wiped up. She resumed her position and hoped that he would use her as more than a dry mop soon.

He had watched her struggle with apparent amusement because he was smiling and stroking his cock now. He had muted the TV and obviously was turned on by her humiliation.

"That was very entertaining. I like my bitches to prove themselves to me by doing anything I order." he said. "Has your Master placed any restrictions on your use tonight?" he asked.

She shook her head and tried to say "No Sir" but the sounds that came out of her forced-open mouth sounded nothing like that.

"Very good. What about you? Are you going to restrict my actions with you tonight?" he asked.

She shook her head again.

"I can't hear you." he said. Apparently he liked her attempts to sound human so she made the sounds again.

"Well, I happen to think you are a lusty bitch and really badly want my cock inside of you. Is that true?" he asked.

She nodded vigorously and made different sounds.

"Well, I think you are too anxious. I'd rather have your first taste of my cock in your bottom holes when you are on the rebound. Now make yourself cum while I'm watching you." he ordered.

She didn't have to be told twice. Her right hand went to her cunt and her left to her nipple. She pinched the nipple while she flat-handed her cunt in the area of her clitoris and then used her finger in her slit. Her clit was "erect" and she had to be careful of making it too sensitive or sore but her need was urgent. By humiliating her, this man had made her hotter than she had been in months, maybe years.

He was still stroking himself and was fully hard now.

"You want this, don't you bitch? You want to feel it stretch your holes and invade your guts. I think it's been a while since you were fucked and even longer since you were fucked like a slut like you deserves." he taunted.

"I'm going to train your cunt to cum when I want it to, and the lesson starts tonight. This dick isn't going inside your body until you make yourself cum, even if it takes you all night. And when I do start fucking you, you're going to think you'd died and gone to heaven." he continued.

He saw that she was getting close and added one more order. "And when you cum, I want you to hold that position. No falling over or relaxing. I want your back straight, legs spread, drool dripping. Is that clear?"

She nodded but was too far gone to struggle with speech. Then the orgasm came. It was intense and came in waves. Noises came out of her throat like cats fucking and she wanted to writhe around and slump on the floor but did not dare. She controlled her body as much as possible but could not stop the tremors and shaking. It was a wonderful release.

But there would be no rest for her. As soon as she was done convulsing, he said "I've granted you the privilege of an orgasm. Now I want to see how you have been trained to express gratitude."

Finally, he had freed her from the kneeling prison but her mouth was still pried open. She laid face down on the floor and crawled over to his feet which were resting on his heels. Her mouth was disabled but she still had her tongue and she started using all of that excess drool to lick the soles of his feet.

"Always start by licking the soles." Master had instructed. "Because that is likely the dirtiest and smelliest part of a man's feet. Show your willingness to degrade yourself for his pleasure."

He seemed to enjoy the tongue bath she was giving his feet but when halftime was over, he unmuted the TV and started watching the game again.

She took her time, moving from his soles to his toes. She couldn't suck but she could put his toes in her mouth and lick them. While she was doing this, she kept her eyes fixed on his so he could see the adoration in her soul for a dominant man like he was. He did not meet her gaze but seemed absorbed in the game.

Being ignored, especially when engaged in such a submissive act, is humiliating and it was becoming clear to her that humiliation was one of his fetishes. That was OK. Her place was to provide pleasure and until he told her otherwise, she assumed she was doing that.

She tried to pace herself but eventually made it up to his inner thighs. Up until now, he had not moved or changed his position; but now he scooted down on the couch some and spread his legs so his balls and ass were accessible to her. She took this as an invitation and started working her way up his inner thighs.

She wanted to tease him but Master had cautioned her about that. "Good slaves don't flirt and they don't tease." he had told her. "They aren't high school girls. They are mature women that know their place and purpose." So she suppressed her temptation and decided to go for his ass first.

When a woman first tastes a man's ass, it is a tense moment until she determines if he has good hygiene. A dirty ass doesn't prevent her from performing her service but it's always more pleasant if the man is clean down there. And she always hoped for a musky odor because that would get her juices flowing.

She was relieved to discover that he was very clean. A bonus was that he was sensitive to her touch and she heard him take a quick breath when her tongue found his anus. Knowing this, she took her time down there, exploring with her tongue and licking him with her tongue. She was tiring of the ring gag but would do the best that she could.

Master had prohibited her from attempting to penetrate his body anywhere but he had not made that a general slave rule. So she decided to push her tongue into his anus to see if he would allow her in. She was pleased when she felt him relax his sphincter and she managed to get a taste of his insides.

Even better, he tensed up when she did it. Sensing that, she tried to fuck his ass with her tongue and pushed her head as far between his cheeks as she could. Her nose was touching so she tried breathing out hard through it to see if that added to his pleasure.

Now, finally, he was looking back at her eyes and she could see passion in his. He wasn't smiling anymore and his face was drawn in excitement. His cock, which she had not tasted yet, was rock hard and partially blocking her view of his eyes.

Her tongue was tiring from the effort required to push past his sphincter and she decided it was time to move up to his balls. She hated to leave such a sensitive spot but knew she would need her tongue later and didn't want to overtire it.

But she didn't get a chance to taste his balls. When she disengaged from his anus and started to move up, he grabbed her hair and forcefully pushed her open mouth onto his hard cock. He pushed right past the catch in her throat so the head of his cock was very deep and her nose was smashed against his belly.

And he held her there. She hadn't grabbed a deep breath so she was already running out of air. But he didn't care. He had both hands on her head and now wrapped his legs around it too. Her head was trapped, her mouth was wedged open and he was starting to cum.

His legs tensed up and her face was flattened against her body. He was making guttural wolf sounds and his grip kept getting tighter. She knew she was going to pass out but could not stop her body from struggling, arms pushing against him, legs writhing like she was trying to run away.

Finally, he exploded and his cum, trapped in her throat, shot out of her nostrils. He was nearly screaming now in pleasure and she wanted to enjoy it but everything started to get dark.

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When she regained consciousness, she was laying on the floor. He had apparently rolled her onto her side so she could cough the cum out of her throat while regaining consciousness. She started to realize where she was and what had happened and immediately felt a sense of satisfaction. Being asphyxiated by a man's cock in your throat was something that slaves would brag about, if they were allowed to brag.

She looked up and saw him relaxing on the couch in a bit of a daze. It was clear that his orgasm had been a good one and that added to her secret pride. But he wasn't so dazed that he couldn't give her orders.

"Take the ring gag out of your mouth and clean up the mess you made."

There was some cum on his cock, some on the floor that had leaked out of her mouth and nose, and some hanging out of her nostrils. She was unclear what was allowed for that.

"Sir, may I eat the cum that is dripping from my nose?" she asked.

It looked like he might be ready to nap but he nodded. She started by gently kissing and sucking on the tip of his glans until she was satisfied that it was completely clean. Then she sucked the cum off of the floor and licked the spot.

But how to get all of the cum that was up in her nose? She found a tissue and blew her nose into it. Then she licked the tissue as much as she could before it got wet and dissolved in her hand. She thought about eating the tissue but decided that was too risky without having some water at hand. Later when she thought about it, she regretted throwing away that tissue.

Now with everything cleaned up, she looked around to see how she might serve him. He was asleep now and looked comfortable, so she went to the bathroom. He had not established a complete protocol with her yet so she took the liberty of pissing without asking permission.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face and hair were a mess but some men liked that, so she decided not to clean herself up without orders. She drank some water and went back to the living room.

He was still sleeping, so she got down on the floor between his legs and started planting gentle kisses on his balls. She wanted him to feel the pleasure without waking him up. But after a time, he stirred anyhow.

He opened his eyes and looked down to see her face between his legs and eyes looking up at him with adoration. He smiled and started stroking her hair.

That simple gesture sent waves of emotion through her body. It's difficult to explain how a submissive woman feels when a man she respects gives her a gesture of approval or affection. It can be words or a gentle touch or even a hard slap on the ass.

They had a few very nice moments together without words. He stroked her hair and cheek and she kissed his balls. The connection between them grew in those few moments.

But she knew he would end it and that it couldn't last forever. Either he would order her to serve him again or he would kick her out, having had enough of her service for the evening.

It turned out to be the former. "You are staying overnight with me. Go make us something to eat and then we'll both get into the shower." She was happy and getting happier. Obviously her service was good enough that he wanted her for the night. Master had put no restrictions on her so she was free until it was time to go to work on Monday.

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Their showers were over and she was drying the last bits of moisture from his cock and balls with her tongue, when he told her to go into the bedroom and get onto the bed.

It was the first time she had been in his bedroom. It was clearly a room that most of his friends didn't see, because he had bondage and torture equipment hanging from command hooks all over the walls. In one corner, there was no gear but still several hooks at different heights. She couldn't imagine what that was for.

He returned carrying a long but thin chain. The chain had a slinky look to it, but the links were still big enough for shank of a small padlock to go through, of which he had two in his hand. He took one end of the chain, looped it around her neck and padlocked it. He left the room with the other end. When he returned, he said.

"I've chained you to the bathroom so you are my prisoner for the night. You are permitted to piss during the night without permission. The toilet is off limits; I want you to squat and piss in the tub. If you do leave, you are to worship my cock when you return." he said.

"Yes Sir."

"Are you trained as a urinal?" he asked.

"No Sir. So far my Master has respected my wish to not engage in piss play." He looked at her and paused, but said nothing.

"Lay down on that side of the bed, facing away from me." he ordered.

Then he laid down beside her in a spoon fashion, cuddled up and reached around to play with her boobs. She reached back to find his cock and started fondling it.

He had strong hands and had no mercy with her boobs. She couldn't stifle the tiny screams coming out of her throat as he squeezed her poor tits like they were bread dough. She grimaced from the terrible pain he was inflicting on her milk sacks. But through the pain, she felt him getting harder, quickly, apparently fueled by her agony.

Now he attacked her nipples and she was sure he was squeezing blood out of them. What a terrible grip this man had! She was full out sobbing now and had given up trying to stroke his cock. She could not focus on anything other than the horrible pain she felt in her udders. Finally she couldn't take it any longer. She dared not protest or beg for relief so instead, she started begging for something different.

"Please Sir, fuck me. My holes are dying to be filled by your cock. Please fuck me until I'm unconscious. Fuck me like you've never fucked a whore like me before."

That did it. He let go of my udders and raised my hips to a face down, ass up position. His cock was fully hard now and he placed the tip at the entrance to my anus, paused a second, and forced it inside of me. There was that sharp pain as his cock invaded my sphincter but then there was the pleasure of being filled up with a nice, hard cock.

It was the first time he had penetrated either of my lower holes and I was elated to have that milestone passed. I felt very full and he was stroking slowly, almost completely out and then pushing as deep as my ass cheeks would allow.

Wanting to go deeper, he barked at me, "Reach around and spread your ass cheeks." I did as ordered and he managed to get his cock a little deeper in my colon.

"You'd better be clean back there because I'm going to make you suck it when it comes out." he warned. This was no problem and I expected it.

Now he started pounding my ass cheeks with his hand. I was amazed and how hard he could strike without hurting himself. My ass was quickly on fire and heating up even more. I didn't care. At least my tits were no longer being torn off of my chest.

The man was good at ass-fucking. He continued the slow, long in-and-out stroke while pounding on my ass. Since my first painful experience with Master, I had learned to like anal fucking, especially when it was done well.

I wanted to cum with him inside my ass so I asked permission.

"Sir, am I permitted to cum?" I asked.

"Frankly, I don't care if you do or don't. Just don't let it interfere with my pleasure."

"Thank you Sir. May I use my hand on my pussy while you are fucking my ass?" I asked.

He grunted his approval, apparently impatient with the question. I worked one of my hands down to my cunt while the other one stayed in place, pulling one of my cheeks back. Then I stroked my pussy in rhythm to his thrusting.

I didn't want to cum too fast because I thought he might enjoy it more if I came when he did, so I would back off with my hand from time to time. I didn't have to do that very much though. My tight ass did its job on him and I could tell he was getting close from the increase in speed of his strokes.

We did both cum at the same time, he thrusting so hard I thought he would push me through the mattress, and me clenching my anus so hard it probably made him cum even harder.

After he stopped thrusting, he collapsed on top of me and just laid there. His weight was heavy on me, and I had to take shallow breaths, but I loved feeling his warm, strong, spent body on top of me. He dozed for a while and I kept still, not wanting to wake him.

I think I drifted off to sleep myself and wasn't sure how long we'd been sleeping before he roused and got off of me. I thought I would lay there until he returned but he grabbed me by the hair and started to drag me with him. I found my feet and started walking.

We were in the bathroom. "Kneel next to the toilet." he said. I did as ordered but hoped he wouldn't force me to drink his piss. Instead, he pissed into the toilet so all I got was a little spray.

"If you can't drink it, I at least want you to smell it." he said. I smiled at this because somehow he knew that odors were very important to me and imprinted on me easily. In the future, the smell of his piss would turn me on.

He dragged me back to bed and laid on his side, facing away from me this time. I took the initiative and cuddled up behind him. He ignored me and I put my arm around his hip, trying to find his balls. He shifted his upper leg so I could have access, and I started caressing him with my fingertips until we both fell asleep again.

Sometime later, he roused, rolled over, realized I was there and decided he wanted to fuck me again.

"Get me hard and then mount me and fuck me." he ordered.

This guy had a great sex drive and knew what he wanted. I decided to use my hands to get him hard which didn't take much. Then I straddled him and slowly lowered myself on his hard cock, looking him directly in the eyes as I did so. I planted my two hands on his chest and started rocking myself, alternating between up and down, and forward and backward.

The up and down was for him and the forward and backward was more for me, allowing me to grind my clit on his pubic mound. But he seemed to enjoy both motions. Then came the pain.

My tits were hanging over him, inviting him to abuse them and he had already demonstrated his expertise in that. They were already starting to show signs of bruising, but that seemed to be no matter to him. His strong hands started mauling them just like before.

The tears welled up in my eyes immediately and he could see them but didn't let up on my poor breasts. But he seemed to understand my thoughts.

"These are here for me to play with and that's what I'm doing. Quit worrying about them and fuck me harder. Squeeze my cock with your cunt!"

Master had had me doing cunt exercises for a long time and I was already squeezing his cock, but he seemed to want more. I bore down and ground my pussy on him harder as I did. It wasn't enough.

"I said squeeze harder! Don't you know how to use your cunt? I'll put some tabasco sauce on you and that will tighten you up." he threatened.

I was fucking him as hard as I could now, squeezing his cock on the upstroke and then plunging my body back down onto him. I was determined to give him as good an orgasm as he had experienced the first two times tonight. But I knew I was at a disadvantage in that I was fucking him with my cunt.

Master had educated me that a woman's cunt is the least pleasurable of her three holes. It's loose and gets looser after childbirth. It has no tongue and is not as painful to the woman as the anus. So a man can cum easier and faster with either her mouth or ass.

But I was determined that I would have his cum in all of my holes tonight so I was riding him like a bronco. But I needed something put him over the top. What could it be? I decided to take a risk.

I adjusted my legs and laid down on him while his cock was still inside me, smothering his face with my sweaty, bruised boobs. Then I jiggled them in his face and whispered into his ear with passion, "Your cum belongs to me!"

That did it. Suddenly I was being lifted off the bed like a rocket had been fired off under me. I was upright again and grasping for anything I could hold onto that would keep me from being ejected onto the floor. I managed to lean over so that the next time he erupted with thrusting, I was ejected onto the bed next to him.

"Fuck me!" he said. I took that as a compliment.

But I was leaking cum out of two holes now. I needed to excuse myself or soil the sheets. "Sir, may I be excused to clean myself up?"

His eyes were closed and he gave a motion with his hand that I took for approval so, holding my hand over my pussy, I ran to the bathroom. There, I planted the other hand on my ass and started jumping in place to try to shake the cum out of me. Whenever I'd get a handful, I'd eat it and try for more. Finally I thought most of it was out of me and I returned to the bed to lick the remnants off of his deflated cock.

I didn't get much sleep the rest of the night. The man slept but whenever he roused, he would grab my hair and guide my head to his cock. I would start sucking and licking and he would fall asleep again and I would too. But he would rouse and it would start over again. I was surprised his cock wasn't chapped by morning because of my constant oral attention.

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That morning, he was clearly done with me. He allowed me to shower him and cook him breakfast but then he made it clear that the "date" was over. He allowed me to clean up before leaving so I didn't look like a whore that had been used by a football team.

Looking in the mirror, I saw that my boobs had gotten the worst of the evening. They were severely bruised, worse than even Master caused. I would make sure to take a picture of them to send to Master when I got home and perhaps every day until they healed. They were my trophies of service well-rendered and I was proud of them.

On my way back home, I dictated my report to Master into my phone. There was a lot to report and I felt he would be very pleased with my performance. I hoped he would pleased enough to reward me with one of his "full body Good Girl" massages that seemed to last forever, but never lasted long enough.