The Warning

After I cleaned The Master’s Cock, He took my phone and linked it to His computer. He confirmed my phone number and home address. He asked if my neighborhood was gated. He seemed relieved to learn that it was not, so He could visit any time He chose without impediment. He asked for the garage code and the alarm code. I provided both. Then, He dismissed me with instructions to act as much like my usual self as I could. I could make decisions and act on them as long as they did not infringe on Master’s possession of me.

Once home, I set about doing the things that I would have done if the Master had not enslaved and possessed me: laundry, dusting, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, shopping for groceries and sundries. The rest of the day was uneventful. That night, I showered. The husband called to say “goodnight,” so I talked to him for a while. Finally, the husband asked with some concern in his voice, “You seem a little, I don’t know, not quite yourself tonight, Babe. Are you feeling okay?” 

“Yes. Just a little tired. I have been slaving all day. My ass is worn out.” 

“Well, get some sleep, ok? And do something fun tomorrow. All work and no play… Not good.” 

Grinning, I replied, “Ok. Will do. Thanks!” 

“I love you, Babe.” 

“I love you” I echoed. 

When the call ended, I went to bed and fell deeply asleep. 

I woke around 5:30 a.m. to an unfamiliar alert tone from my phone. Looking at the screen, I saw a message from “Master Dom.” I opened it: “Slave, I am on my way to breed you. I will be there in 30 minutes. Be ready.” 

I hurried to the bathroom and got myself ready. As I finished, I heard the front door of the house open downstairs. The alarm panel chirped and then began its countdown beeps. I heard the code being entered and the sound of the alarm resetting. 

I heard the footfalls of someone walking from the front door to the stairs, pause, and then proceed slowly. I heard a shoe drop at the first landing where the stairs changed direction. Then, I heard a second shoe drop. Then, I heard fabric rustling, and I imagined Master dropping his shorts and shirt right there on top of his shoes. The footsteps resumed their climb toward the second floor. I stood in my bedroom where I could see down the hallway to the stairs. As Master’s head rose into view, I felt myself swoon. 

He turned and saw me standing in the bedroom waiting for Him. He paused. I could see His broad smooth chest, His thick bulging shoulders, His cocky grin, His gleaming eyes, and His short hair. He greeted me, “Hello slave.” 

“Hello Master.”

He stepped up onto the landing, and I could see that He was already naked. His Cock swung freely between His legs, and His Balls hung low on his thighs. My eyes locked. 

“Seeing the Master’s cock makes the slave want to touch it…” I recited softly. 

“Yes, slave, it does. Kneel.” My knees buckled, and my body dropped into position. He walked into my bedroom and directly to me. “Harden My Cock, slave.” 

“Aye, Master.” I reached up with both hands and began to fondle and caress His Balls and His Cock. My lips kissed the head of His Cock, and soon, His Cock was pubes deep in my face. My throat welcomed His Cock, massaged it, stroked it, gagged on it. My tongue licked and teased, and I sucked until He was hard and ready to fuck me, His slave. 

“Which side does the slave’s former husband sleep on?” asked Master. 

Extending my right hand in gesture to the side of the bed nearest the door, I answered, “This side, Master.” 

The Master moved toward that side and reclined onto the bed. “Get up here, slave. My Cock needs to be slippery wet so I can fuck that enslaved pussy.” 

Obediently, I climbed onto the bed and settled into the space between the Master’s legs. I sucked His Cock, licked His Balls, deep-throated the Master’s Massive Manhood until that Powerful Prick was slick with throat slime, a mix of saliva and precum. The Master grabbed me by the hair and lifted me off His Cock. 

“Mount my cock, slave,” the Master commanded. “Fuck that pussy with my cock.” 

I slid up the Master’s smooth body, tongued His Nipples, and lined my enslaved pussy up with Master’s Tool. As soon as I felt the tip touch the pussy, I reared up and drove the pussy down onto the Master’s Cock. 

The pain startled me. It felt no resistance to obeying the Master, but still, the pussy felt pain. I remembered that pain and fear happen when Master’s Cock is erasing resistance. Obedience and submission bring pleasure. Master saw the expression of pain and confusion spread across the enslaved face, so He spoke, “The pussy has tightened since I enslaved it. Fuck the pussy with my cock. I’ll loosen it again.” 

With some deep breaths and determination, I enveloped The Master’s Cock inside the pussy again. 

“Squeeze!” Master commanded it. The pussy obeyed. As it did, a surge of pain shot through the pussy. I yelped. Master pinched my nipples. “Again, squeeze,” the Master ordered. The enslaved pussy obeyed. Again, pain caused me to grimace. “Harder!” the Master barked. As the enslaved pussy gripped the Master’s cock, the Master added, “and hold onto My Cock as tightly as you can.” Instead of releasing when it felt the pain, the enslaved pussy held. “Hold…” Master said as He licked His Thumb and raised it to my nipple. He lightly teased the nipple with His Wet Thumb. “Hold it…” he ordered. He licked His Other Thumb and raised it to the other nipple on His slave. With both hands, the Master lightly teased my nipples while repeating the word “hold.” 

My body broke into a sweat. The pain was subsiding, but Master was not yet allowing the pussy to relax. He wanted to the pussy clamping down on His Cock while He teased my nipples. The expression on my face shifted from pain to discomfort to pleasured torture. Seeing this shift, the Master finally uttered the command, “Relax.” 

The pussy obeyed, and the Master’s Cock slipped deeper. My eyes fluttered as I felt my enslaved pussy engulfing Master’s Cock, filling me with His Cock. I remembered the Master’s earlier command to ride His Cock, so I began to grind my hips and moved my legs into position so I could fuck my enslaved pussy with Master’s Cock. 

“The slave is going to fuck the enslaved pussy with My Cock right here on the spot where its former husband sleeps,” the Master narrated. “Where the slave’s former husband used to fuck and breed the man he married,” he continued as I began to thrust up and then sink down, riding the Master’s Cock. “The fuckhole that used to crave him has become nothing but a pussy that now craves Me.”

Nodding, I obeyed His Commands. His Words thrilled me as I rode longer and harder. I panted, “Yes, oh fucking yes, Master. This pussy BELONGS to You.” 

“That’s exactly right, slave. It pleases me that the slave realizes that.” The Master smiled as He spoke. He placed His Hands on my enslaved hips and guided them up and down, steadying them when needed. 

My legs began to fatigue, so I shifted from a hunkered pose to a kneeling one. As I shifted, I kept Master’s Cock inside the pussy. I resumed fucking the pussy with His Cock. The Master smiled again, “Nicely done, slave. I like how you shifted while keeping that enslaved pussy impaled on My Long Thick Tool.” The Master raised His arms to rest His Hands behind His Head. He took a long deep breath, “I am enjoying the sight of this slave lost in My Thrall.” 

I felt a load rising within my enslaved cock. The Master’s Cock was about to make me cum. I blurted out, “Master, Your Cock is going to make the slave cum.” 

“I know, slave. Keep fucking that pussy with My Cock.”

Obeying, I did not slow down, even as my enslaved legs burned from exertion. A rope of cum erupted from my enslaved cock, and the load landed on the Master’s chest and stomach. Even as my enslaved pussy contracted with my orgasm, I knew that I must obey His Commend to keep fucking. Master watched intensely. 

“Slave, your orgasm does not matter. Only Mine matters. Keep fucking My Cock.” 

“Aye, Master.” 

I felt my ass tightening after the orgasm, so fucking myself with His Cock felt very intense. I felt an urge to withdraw from the Cock, but I needed to obey His Command to keep fucking. 

Master spoke, “Is the slave’s pussy sensitive from cumming so soon?” 

“Yes, Master.” 

“It will learn cum control. It pleases me that the slave is still fucking My Cock with that pussy. How does it feel, slave?” 

“Uncomfortable, Master. It hurts.” 

Master grinned smugly, “When does the slave feel fear and pain?”

“When I try to…” I heard the mistake and immediately corrected, “When it tries to resist You, Master!”

“What does My Cock do to that resistance, slave?”

I remembered His Words, “Your Cock erases that resistance.” I began to fuck myself more enthusiastically on His Cock, and He smiled for a moment, and then, He pushed His Head back into the pillow, shoved my hips downward onto His Cock, and shouted, “Balls deep, slave.” 

My enslaved hips sank balls deep, and I felt the Master unleash His Load. His Cock pulsed inside me, and I felt fullness swelling with each pulse. His whole body shook with the force used to pump His Load into me. My enslaved pussy would not let me move. As Master shifted subtly under me, my enslaved pussy made me shift with Him, so He planted every last Seed inside me. I stayed on His Cock even after He appeared to have stopped cumming. Master would tell it when to stop or move. 

Finally, Master spoke, “That’s enough, slave. Dismount from My Cock, and then, clean My Body.”

As I obeyed and started cleaning His Cock, he added, “Oh, and start by cleaning this enslaved load off of My Body.” 

I leaned forward and licked, slurped, and sucked the cum from Master’s Body. Once my load was cleaned up, I returned to His Cock. While I worked to clean Him, He spoke, “I will breed You here every day as many times as I like until the former husband returns. When he lays down to sleep, he will smell my scent here. He will know that I have taken his husband from him and made a slave of you.”

His Words burrowed into my brain and titillated me. When He was satisfied that I had adequately cleaned all of His Cum from His Cock, He stepped into the en suite and showered quickly. He dressed and told me to continue my usual routines. He would return whenever He wanted. With those words, the Master departed as I lay naked, sweaty, and overflowing with His Seed. I felt the roots of His Seed sinking deeper into me. I wanted His Scent on me while I slept, so I did not shower. I simply returned to bed and fell asleep.

Waking a couple of hours after sunrise, I went about the day as usual. I ran errands, and I returned home. That evening, the Master returned. He bent me over the former husband’s side of the bed and fucked me until my enslaved cock shot a load onto the sheets. Then, He made me gather it in my mouth and apply it to His Cock. He instructed me to get onto the bed, face down, with the husband’s pillow under my hips. He mounted my enslaved pussy and fucked it to His Delight. The whole time, He told me how badly I wanted Him to breed me where my former husband slept, how He had taken the married fuckhole and turned it into a pussy for Him to breed, how badly I craved Him, and that once I saw His Cock, I wanted Him to enslave me. When He emptied His Balls inside me, I felt elated and fulfilled. I existed for Him to use, and He was using me. 

In the following days, the Master showed up at different times. Sometimes, He texted instructions about where He wanted to fuck me or what position I should assume until He arrived. Over the next five days, Master bred me eight more times.