A Submissive’s Preparations
written by:
Myra Simmons

A Submissive's Preparations By: Myra Simmons (myrasimmons45@yahoo.com)

Chapter 6 of a memorable weekend with my lover

Having accepted my lover's request that I spend the weekend with him, I was surprised when he made love to me and dominated me. When he put a submissive collar on me for the weekend, I accepted it and found a new form of excitement in it. Now, he is going to prepare me to be his submissive for the remainder of the weekend. He had started by washing me, ordering me to wash him and then dressing me in a thin blue sundress and leather sandals as well as the diamond studded collar of submission he had just presented to me.

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Tyrone drove us to a Perkins restaurant. As I sat in the car, I couldn't help but go over what had happened so far. One of the first times we'd spent a weekend together, after we'd bonded both physically and emotionally, we spent time cuddling and talking. Part of the talk was about our fears, strengths, hopes, dreams and sexual fantasies. I told him how I always wanted to be safely naked in public. Since then, he's challenged me to ride naked in a car with him or, at the very least, topless. Now, I find that more comfortable than wearing clothing. But, only when I know I'm safe with him!

One of the other areas was domination. I'd told him that, even though I was usually in charge and the dominant one in my personal and sexual relations that I often wondered what it would be like to just give total control of my existence to someone else. I've known quite a few people, especially women, who aren't happy unless they are being dominated to some degree. Many of them are business managers like me. After the week I just had, I was ready to pitch it all and let someone else take control and deal with the headaches and make the decisions. As I sat there, wearing a thin dress and a slave collar, I began to realize that Tyrone was, once again, turning one of my fantasies into reality. Through our conversations, even up to Friday morning, he knew how frustrating a week it had been for me. I could see that this was his way of showing me the world of submission and helping me let go of the stress of the week.

As expected on a Saturday morning, Perkins was crowded. Hand in hand, we walked into the foyer and Tyrone gave the hostess his name. The seats were all full, so I stood by the door, my arms folded under my breasts. What I didn't realize was that doing so pulled the material tight to the underside, stretching the thin material tighter over my hard nipples. I saw Tyrone's face brighten and his smile grow broader as he returned to me.

"Stay like that, love, showing off your hard nipples!" He whispered into my ear.

I looked at him, confused, and then looked down. My rigid nipples were pushing the material of my dress outward, the coloration of them and my areolas showing through the thin fabric. I looked up at him, shock on my face and started to move my arms. Quickly, he put his hand on my wrist and shook his head no, slightly. Staring into his eyes, fear and concern in mine, I left my arms there. When he leaned down and kissed me full on the lips and then smiled at me, happiness in his eyes, I relaxed and let my hard nipples be proudly displayed in public. As I saw men staring at me, my arousal grew, making my nipples jut out even further.

When a seat became available in the waiting area, Tyrone led me over to it and told me to sit. I did so, smiling up at him. He looked around and saw quite a few of the men waiting for tables glancing at me. Tyrone leaned down and whispered into my ear.

"Part your legs slightly, Myra, and let them catch a glance of your pussy."

Falling into the submissive role, I complied with his command. I looked up at him and smiled as I let my knees slide apart, the hem of the dress resting just above my knees. "It's your pussy, master," I uttered in a sultry voice, "it belongs to you and is for you to use and share in any way you desire!"

I was enjoying playing the role of his submissive. Little did I know then just how he planned to use and share my pussy and the rest of me!

I sat there, legs parted just enough to show my naked pussy. I stared around at the men and women waiting, like us, for tables. I saw a young man, about twenty-five, sitting directly across from me, staring up my skirt intently. I could see his cock growing as he sat and squirmed. Trying to appear unconcerned, I took the hem of my dress in my hand and flicked it, as if I was adjusting it. I moved it in such a way, as I shifted my legs further open, to assure he got a perfect view of my blonde furred pussy. I was just wishing that Tyrone had fucked me before we came out so I could let him see cum in my crease. Instead, I smiled at him when I caught his eye and brought my hand up and began to scratch the upper portion of my breast, quickly running my nail over my nipple. Staring into his eyes, I ran my tongue tip over my lips and then blew him a kiss. Tyrone, seeing my exhibition, chuckled lightly as he stood beside me.

When it was our turn to be seated Tyrone held my hand as I stood up. Walking away, I turned back to the young man, who was watching the sway of my ass. I smiled at him and blew him another kiss before we turned a corner and I lost sight of him.

The hostess led us to a table not far from the restrooms. Tyrone glanced at them and then at me.

"If the young man heads to the bathroom, Myra, you follow him in and blow him. I saw how you were teasing him so you owe him the relief."

"But, Tyrone, I mean master, I don't know if he is clean or not."

"You aroused him, you need to pleasure him. You'll just have to hope he is clean or that you can tell before you swallow him if he's not. You will suck his cock and swallow his cum if he goes into the bathroom. Besides, Myra, isn't it one of your fantasies to suck or fuck a total stranger in a public men's room?"

"Yes master" I responded dropping my head.

I sat there, head down, hands folded on the table in front of me. When the waitress came by, Tyrone ordered for both of us. He knew my preference for hot green tea, Eggs Benedict and blueberry muffins and ordered each for me. I was not surprised when he ordered a large egg and pancake breakfast with coffee and orange juice. I smiled as I realized he had a great need for fuel to restore what he'd used making love to me and to prepare him for the rest of the weekend.

Our drinks arrived and we sat there chatting lightly as we awaited our meals. Tyrone looked at me and then nodded his head, indicating I should look around. I turned and saw the young man I'd flashed in the lobby heading towards the men's room. I turned back and Tyrone nodded his head, indicating I was to follow him. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes. He stared at me and said just one word: "Go!"

Reluctantly, I pushed back my chair, stood up and walked towards the rest rooms. Going into the area, I saw the door to the women's room and, further down, the men's room. I walked towards it and, hesitantly, pushed it open. The young man was standing in front of the urinal and I could hear the sound of him peeing. Shutting the door, I turned the lock so no one else could come in while I was there with him. I decided, if I was going to suck him off as ordered, he was going to see me fully. I pulled the clip out of my hair and let it flow freely down my back. I then peeled the straps of my dress off my arms and slid the dress down off my breasts, stepping out of it and catching it before it landed on the tile floor.

A bit nervous, but determined to make my master proud of me, I walked up behind the young man as he finished peeing. I pressed myself up against his back and kissed his neck as I reached around his waist with my hands, cupping his balls in my left and wrapping my right around his cock.

"Can I help you with that, handsome?" I whispered sensuously into his ear.

He jumped and turned his head. Recognizing me, he smiled and relaxed.

"Sure you can, miss, if you want."

"I want," I purred as I squeezed and pulled on his stiffening cock. "And I want to suck your cum out of your balls as well."

He turned around and finally realized I was totally naked. He reached out and caressed my right nipple, which made me shudder. Being touched by a total stranger, knowing I had no choice because Tyrone had ordered me to be here thrilled me! This was something I'd never do on my own but, as a submissive, I had no choice. I had to give my body to this handsome, young stranger because it was my duty as Tyrone's submissive. The thrill of pleasure and total sexual freedom flooded through my beng!

I stood there, stroking his almost fully erect cock as he used both his hands to fondle my breasts. I moaned lightly, aroused by his actions and my newly discovered submissive freedom. As he bent down and kissed each nipple, flicking them with the tip of his tongue, I let him hear my pleasure in the guttural moan I released. He then took my right nipple between his lips and held it, flicking his tongue over it rapidly.

Releasing my breast from his hand, now that his mouth was firmly attached, he slid his hand down my body and through my pubic hair. I spread my legs and gave him access to my pussy. I wrapped an arm around his neck and threw my right leg up over his hip, gasping as he slid his two middle fingers into my sopping cunt. I could hear the wet squishing sound as he slid his fingers in and out of me, deeply and rapidly. Soon, I was moving my hips in time with his fingers, arching my hips and rolling my groin so his fingers were dragging over my clit. Seconds later, my body exploded in orgasm!

I clung to him as the spasms ripped through me, his fingers buried deep inside me. He held me up as he continued to suckle on my rigid nipple. My spasms subsided and I slid my hand out from around his neck and lowered my leg. Pushing on his shoulders, I disengaged his mouth from my breast. As he stood up, I slid down to my knees, keeping my eyes fixed on his. Still staring into his face, I wrapped my hand around his rock-hard cock. I brought the tip to my lips coating them with his pre-cum. I stuck out my tongue and flicked the tip into his slit, slurping up the fluids collected there.

I opened my lips and slid his cockhead into my mouth. As I turned my eyes away from his and stared at his cock, I gripped it tightly in my hand and pulled down, stretching the skin. I heard him gasp as I ran my tongue around his exposed head and began to push my face down onto him. I continued to grip the base of his cock, twisting my fingers around it at his root as I pushed more and more of his length into my mouth. Soon, my nose was buried in his brown, curly pubic hair and his full six inches was inside my mouth and throat. I held him there, flicking my tongue along his length as I brought my hand between his legs and began to stroke his balls with my nails.

Slowly, I drew my mouth up his cock and then pushed back down. I continued to caress his balls with one hand as I slid the other down my own body and between my legs, strumming my clit in time with the movement of my mouth on his cock. He was becoming rapidly excited, starting to push forcefully into my mouth. I continued to strum my clit, bringing myself close to another orgasm. As I felt him getting close and knew I was about to explode, I slid my middle finger along his ball sack and up into his anal opening. He gasped and lurched and his first stream exploded into my throat. My own orgasm crashed over me as his seed slid down into my belly. My spasms matched his, exploding with each of his ejaculations into me.

Emptied, he stopped jetting cum into my mouth. I wrapped my lips tightly around him and sucked hard on him. Slowly, I drew my head back, keeping my lips clamped on him, forcing every last drop of his cum out of his body. I held his cockhead in my mouth, reluctant to let it escape my grasp. Finally, I gave his prostrate a last caress and slid my finger out of his ass and then released his cock from my lips. I looked up at him and ran my tongue tip over my lips, letting him know how much I enjoyed his sperm being in my mouth.

I stood up and put my arms around his neck. I stared deeply into his hazel eyes.

"Thank you for giving me your sperm. I love sucking cock and drinking cum for breakfast!"

Then I pressed my lips to his, kissing him lightly. He surprised me by sliding his tongue into my mouth, deeply kissing me. I wrapped him up more tightly and pressed my naked body against him. When the kiss ended, I cleaned his tongue of cum and swallowed the last dregs I still held in my mouth.

"Thank you, miss, for a memorable and very enjoyable time!" He whispered to me.

I smiled at him and then kissed him lightly and quickly. I went to the sink and bent over it to wash my hands. Through the mirror, I could see him staring at my ass. I couldn't help but smile and wiggle it for him! Finished, I dried my hands and bent down to pick up my dress. I stepped into it lightly, pulled it up and slid my arms into the shoulder straps. I adjusted it over my breasts and then pinched both nipples through it. I smiled up at him as I caressed myself lightly. I went to the door, unlocked it and stepped out cautiously. No one was in the outer area, so I let the door shut and then walked back out into the restaurant area. I went over to our table, staring at Tyrone as I approached. I smiled sensually at him, letting him know I was carrying the young man's cum in my belly.

"Well?" He asked.

"I let him see all of me, master. He sucked my nipples and fingered my pussy and made me cum. Then I knelt before him and sucked him dry. He came gallons in my belly and mouth. He tasted very good, too!"

I stared into his face and then stuck out my rolled tongue. In the center, I let him see the drop of cum I had held in my mouth to show him. I smiled and swallowed it. I picked up the blueberry muffin, broke off a piece and popped it into my mouth. As I chewed it, I smiled, my eyes glittering with satisfaction and pride in what I'd done. Tyrone smiled back at me, a twinkle in his eye, showing me he was quite pleased with his new slave.

I suddenly realized how hungry I was after all the sexual activity during my trip and since my arrival. I began to attack my food with a passion. When I heard Tyrone's laugh, I looked up at him, my mouth full of hash browns. My heart melted as I saw his broad smile and the proud look in his eyes. Even though I am a cock crazed cum slut, he loved me and accepted me. And, for this weekend, I belonged to him. I began to realize that, slave or partner, we truly belonged each other. The realization filled me with a thrill and a wave of pleasure, as it always did. With Tyrone and Nancy, my life circle was complete.

I returned to my food and cleaned my plate, something quite unusual for me. I felt stuffed and bloated but I had a feeling I was going to need all the energy I'd just consumed before the day was over. My nipples tightened up and jutted out, becoming obvious as well as slightly painful as a result of my extreme arousal. I couldn't wait for Tyrone to take me back to his bed and spend the rest of the weekend using my body for his sexual pleasure!

Tyrone stood up and came around the table. He pulled out my chair and helped me up. I swung my legs out from under the table, making sure my dress was high enough to allow anyone looking a full view of my naked pussy. I was beginning to enjoy showing off in public, something I usually reserved for a private audience. Taking the check, Tyrone led me up to the counter and paid the bill. He then clasped my small white hand in his large black one and we walked out of the building. Once in the car, he leaned over to me and kissed me full on my lips.

"You did good, slave, sucking off that stranger as I ordered. I am proud of you!"

I smiled up at him, my joy at his pride radiating over my features. Smiling at me, he reached out his hand to the top of my dress and pulled it down, exposing my breasts for all to see. Gently, he caressed each of my rock-hard nipples, causing me to moan in pleasure and desire. He then leaned in and kissed both of them gently, flicking his tongue over each momentarily. He leaned back and admired my exposure.

"Keep them exposed, Myra, they look magnificent!"

I smiled at him for his compliment and, gaining confidence in my new-found love of public exposure, left them in full view. After sliding my arms out of the dress's straps, I pulled the seatbelt over me and fastened it, looking down at the belt as it pulled tightly between my mounds. Tyrone smiled and laughed at me admiring myself.

As we drove down the highway, several people noted my nakedness and responded. I had offers to share rides and to fuck and was told how hot I looked. I just sat and smiled at them, my hair still loose and splayed around me, my left hand firmly held in Tyrone's right hand. I did have to giggle when we stopped at a light and several older women saw my exposed breasts and gasped and had shocked looks on their faces. I had to giggle because I saw one's physical response when her nipples jutted out from her blouse.

Instead of going back to his home, Tyrone drove us to a mall. He parked in a multi-level lot in the middle level of three. When he turned off the engine, he released his seatbelt and turned towards me.

"I thought we'd take a stroll here and do some shopping. I want the public to see the beautiful woman who has willingly given herself to me. I want them to look at you and see how it arouses you to be my slave."

I smiled at him, both happy and sad. I was happy that he wanted to show me off and wanted people to see us together. At the same time, I just wanted him to take me to his bedroom and use my body over and over for his pleasure. I felt a growing need for his cock in my pussy, an overwhelming lust for him to take me and fuck me senseless. I could feel myself becoming a pool of pure sexual depravity and ached to let him take control of me!

I released my seatbelt and started to open the door. Tyrone laughed and harrumphed, raising his eyebrows in question. I looked down and saw my exposed breasts. I'd been so wrapped up in my sexual arousal, I'd forgotten about my state of exposure! Turning bright red, I pulled the dress back up, sliding the straps over my shoulders. I brushed the front to make sure it was sitting correctly over my breasts, watching my nipples harden. I did enjoy them being visible, letting everyone to know how excited I was in Tyrone's presence. Satisfied, I smiled over at him, opened the door and stepped out.

Tyrone exited his side, shut his door and locked the car. He came around and took my outstretched hand in his and we walked towards the mall entrance. Once inside, the cooled air hit me, adding to the tightness of my nipples. I glanced down at them and could easily see them through the fabric covering them. I looked up at Tyrone, beaming a smile at him for his choice of my outfit.

The mall had three levels and we were at the mid level. Casually strolling, hand in hand, we gawked though the windows at the various items on display. At a jewelry store, we walked in and began to peer at the various items in the display cases. My attention was grabbed by a display of bracelets that glittered under the glare of the spotlights. I leaned over the case and stared at them intently, not realizing that a salesman had approached opposite me. Tyrone's soft chuckle broke my concentration and alerted me. I turned my eyes upward and caught him staring down my dress, which had fallen away slightly, giving him full view of my naked breasts.

I stood up slowly, smiling at him, letting him know I had caught him and enjoyed his ogling my body. I almost laughed as I saw him start to turn beat red. I was realizing the power my body gave me over men, even more than I'd ever been aware of it before. This was another new revelation about being a master's submissive!

"Is there something you'd like to see, ma'am," the disconcerted salesman asked.

I looked up at Tyrone, expectantly and looking for permission. "May I, master?"

"Of course, Myra, you can look and try on anything you like," he responded.

I smiled up at him and then pointed to a particularly bright bracelet. The salesman opened the case and slipped it out, setting it in over my wrist. I loved the way it sparkled and the way the light broke into colors when it hit the facets on the stones. I could tell they were diamonds but had no idea of their clarity, color or weight. Even though I was well off with my VP salary, I wasn't big on jewelry, only owning a few costume items for use at work or parties. Tyrone, however, soon showed me his knowledge and expertise when he lifted the bracelet from my wrist and began to examine it in the light filtering into the shop from the mall.

"A very nice piece with good clarity and very few occlusions. What is the total weight?"

The salesperson took the item from Tyrone and looked on the back. "Total weight is 5 carats and the gold is 22 carat."

Even in my ignorance, I knew that was an expensive collection and couldn't help but stare at it in awe and wonder.

"Do you like it, Myra?" Tyrone asked me.

I broke my gaze from it, in the salesman's hand and turned to look up into his eyes.

"Yes, master, I do. It's beautiful and sparkles so much!" I answered.

"Good," he answered, "continue to look around and see if there is anything else that catches your eye while I negotiate on a price."

I smiled at him, happy that he was going to buy me such a splendid present. I moved away, out of reach of their voices and continued to check over the displayed items. The engagement rings caught my eye and I marveled at their variety and beauty. I continued on to the other rings on display and marveled at the quality and large selections of stones used as well as the details and designs of the settings.

Eventually, I discovered a display of necklaces and earrings. There was a set that contained a necklace with a jeweled center containing a couple carved out of a white translucent material on a dark blue background. The couple was linked lovingly, holding each other and kissing. There was a pair of pierced earrings that matched the necklace. I was staring at it intently when I suddenly realized that Tyrone was behind me, looking over my shoulder. The sales clerk was getting another good look at my breasts as well.

"We'll take that set as well," Tyrone said to the clerk.

"Very good, sir," he replied as he opened the case and removed the items.

I gasped and stared up at Tyrone, shocked. No man had ever bought me anything so exquisite and expensive. I'd never let anyone get close enough to me emotionally to make such a purchase reasonable.

"You obviously love that set and I know it'll look great on you, Myra," he stated simply. Leaning in, he put his lips next to my ear and whispered, "Especially when it's the only thing you have on!"

It was my turn to feel the red flush suffusing my face and chest as excitement filled my heart. I looked up at him, smiling, feeling my vaginal fluids beginning to leak out of my pussy and run over my outer lips.

The sales clerk returned with the set in a decorative box. He handed it to Tyrone as well as the box for the bracelet. The bracelet itself was on a cloth from which Tyrone took it and draped it over my right wrist, easily fastening it onto me. Slave or not, I couldn't help but throw myself at him and wrap my arms around him, hugging him to me tightly.

"Thank you, Tyrone, my wonderful master and lover!" I whispered into his ear.

He squeezed me tightly, showing his affection for me. His cock, pressing into my groin let me know his desire for me. I couldn't help but roll my hips and bottom, pressing my belly against his cock.

Purchase in hand and proudly flashing my new bracelet, we left the shop and continued our stroll. By the time we had finished, Tyrone had bought me lingerie at Victoria Secret, several books I'd wanted, blouses and slacks, a new skirt and two evening dresses. I let Tyrone select the items for me, letting him show me the type of clothing he wanted to see me wearing.

Back at the car, Tyrone loaded everything in the trunk and opened the passenger door, helping me into the car. He then closed the door and walked around to the driver's side and slid in. As soon as his door was closed, he leaned over to me and kissed me passionately and cupped my breasts. I moaned my willingness into his mouth. As he drew back, he slid my top down, once again exposing my breasts. I sat there, looking up at him, smiling into his eyes, feeling extremely sexy and desired.

"Please fuck me, Tyrone! I need to feel your cock in my pussy, now!" I begged, desperately pulling up my dress until it was bunched up at my waist, my entire lower body as exposed as my breasts.

He smiled at me and slid his hand down between my spread legs. I mewed happily as I felt his hot fingers pressing against my wanton sex. I sighed as I felt his two middle fingers enter me. He pushed them in deeply and held them inside me, curling his fingertips upward until the pads were touching the front wall of my sex. Gently, he began to massage me with them and I melted on his touch. He'd found my G spot almost immediately and his gentle caressing was turning my need into a conflagration.

My hips thrusting and rotating, I let the sensations he was creating run through me. My exposed breasts were rising and falling rapidly with my panting. I began to moan and squeal as his touch against my sensitive flesh created shots of pleasure that overpowered me. I wrapped my hands around his head and clung to him desperately. He began to stroke my G spot faster and a bit harder. I went over the edge and fell into a chasm of orgasm! I screamed out a long, high-pitched wail of unimagined pleasure! My consciousness was overpowered by blasts of total pleasure. My entire body shook as it stiffened and lifted. My vaginal muscles clamped down on his fingers as my hips shook uncontrollably. Through all this, I heard the distinct sound of water running and splashing, over and over. Three times, four, five, I heard the sound.

I couldn't stop wailing and panting, I couldn't control my body. Tyrone continued to caress my inner wall relentlessly, giving me no relief from the overwhelming pleasure. My vision began to blur, I began to gasp for air I could no longer get because of the rigidity of every muscle. The sounds of splashing water continued in an almost continuous fall. Still, he continued to stimulate me, giving me no time to recuperate. My body and senses went into orgasmic overload and my world went black.

Sensations began to return. I felt a light brush against my neck. It was the breath of someone hovering over me. I gasped, drawing a deep and desperately needed breath. My pussy jumped and clamped down on the fingers still filling me. I felt stretched out and realized that there were three long, thick male fingers inside me. I was so stretched; I would probably have been able to put my fist into myself. I relaxed and sighed. My eyes fluttered open. My first vision was Tyrone's deep brown eyes. I could see the tender love and concern in them. I smiled weakly, my body and spirit totally spent.

"Thank you, for the most wonderful orgasms I've ever experienced! I hope I didn't ruin your car with my ejaculations. Please fuck me!" I begged.

"Myra, haven't you had enough yet?" he asked amazed.

"No, Tyrone. I love you so much I can never get enough of you! If your entire body poured into me, it wouldn't be enough unless your soul merged with mine!"

He laughed lightly. "My body wouldn't fit in yours, Myra, but my soul is already merged with yours."

"Mmmmm," I replied, smiling lazily, "yes, it is. I love the touch of your soul on mine. I am nothing without your spirit's touch."

"That makes two of us, my love," he answered.

I was amazed to realize the truth of what I'd just said. Since Tyrone had come into my life, things had improved greatly. I was never alone anymore, always feeling his touch, even when we were a continent apart. Somehow, through our constant sexual activities, our walks and talks and our explorations of each other's lives, our spirits had joined and never separated.

Gently, he moved towards me and kissed me lightly on my forehead. I sighed softly in pleasure at the touch of his lips. Reluctantly, I felt him begin to slide his fingers out of my pussy. As his fingers left me, a massive flow of my fluids jetted out and sprayed all over the passenger compartment floor. As I sat up and put my feet on the floor, I heard a squishing sound and felt the wetness on my feet as it sloshed up over my shoes. I looked up at him horrified.

He laughed and smiled. "Yes, Myra, that all came out of your pussy. I've never seen any woman ejaculate as hard or as fast or as many times as you did."

"But, but," I spluttered, "even at the best I've never managed more than three or four!"

"I don't know how many times you did it, but it was a lot more than that! I don't think you stopped for almost five minutes."

"No! That can't be! No woman could manage that!" I gasped out, my shock showing on my face.

"I don't know anything about that, Myra. I just know that you had a river squirting out of you around my fingers. Even when I put a third one into you, your pussy just opened up, took it in and continued to spray. No wonder you passed out."

I smiled up at him and caressed the side of his face with my hand. "I passed out because you filled me with so much pleasure, I couldn't contain any more. Now, I feel so complete with you and so fulfilled. But, I also still feel so totally horny, I could fuck an army!"

I couldn't understand it. I'd just had the most intense orgasms of my life and I still craved more. I began to think that those who said I am a nymphomaniac and totally insatiable were right.

"I'm glad you feel that way; slave," Tyrone continued, "because we aren't close to done yet."

I shot up, a big smile on my face. "Does that mean you're going to fuck me now?" I asked as my hand went between my legs, spreading my vaginal lips apart to invite him into me.

"No, slave, not yet. Tonight you will be fucked multiple times by multiple men."

My mouth dropped open. I'd come here to be with him and be fucked by him and not others.

"Tyrone, I don't want others, I want you! I want you over and over and everywhere!" I whined.

"You'll have me, as often as possible, Myra. But, I am going to introduce you to some friends of mine and give you to them. You are my slave this weekend and I can use your body as I see fit."

I looked up at him, tears welling in my eyes. I wasn't quite sure how to respond but a retort was foremost on my lips. I looked deeply into his eyes, mine beginning to blur with tears. I saw determination in them but also a touch of fear and hope. For some reason he wanted to dominate me this weekend and needed me to be submissive to him. Seeing his expression, I felt a sense of trust and safety come over me and I knew it was going to be fine. I decided to stay in the role and see where it would lead.

"Yes, master, my body is yours to use or give away as you see fit. Command me and I will obey"

A look of relief and happiness briefly crossed his face before he hid his emotions behind a stern mask.

"Buckle up, slave but leave your dress as it is now."

I reached up and drew the seatbelt over me, fastening it. As I looked down, I saw that my breasts and lower body were fully exposed. I was sitting in a huge wet spot and my shoes were soaking in the fluids I'd jetted onto the floor of the car. He cinched his own seatbelt and started the car. Soon, I was looking out and around the city as we drove, my body fully exposed with the exception of my belly and waist where my dress still covered me.

We drove through the heart of the town, having to stop at almost every light. Quite a few men got a good look at my exposed breasts and my rigid nipples and let me know what they thought of my exposure. Some, sitting high up in their SUV's and trucks got to see my exposed pussy as well. I became so aroused by them seeing my public exposure that I slid my hand between my legs and began to stroke my clit and finger myself. Even after the exquisite and complete orgasms Tyrone had given me, I was still ready for more!

Tyrone surprised me again, pulling into a movie complex. He unfastened his seatbelt and told me to fix my dress and cinch up my hair. I did as he instructed, fixing my hair in a ponytail. Finished, I couldn't help but see and stare, admiringly, at the sparkling bracelet on my right wrist. From it, I turned my eyes to Tyrone and gazed at him lovingly.

We exited the car. He took my hand, leading me to the theater. At the window he purchased two tickets and we headed into the theater. We found the room where the movie was to be shown and slipped into the back row. As soon as we were seated, I pulled on the arm rest between Tyrone's seat and mine and was delighted that it rose up and out of the way. I slid over and, as he put his arm around me, I snuggled down against him, resting my head on his shoulder.

The lights dimmed and the movie began. Before the title was displayed, Tyrone slid his hand up my dress and began to caress my pussy. I spread my legs to give him full and complete access to my sex. Playing his slave or not, his touch was always welcomed. I moaned happily when I felt his other hand slide down inside my dress and cup my breast. I didn't care about the movie; I was ready to sit there enjoying his hands on me as long as possible.

Lost in the pleasure Tyrone was giving to me, I saw nothing of the movie. I just laid my head against his shoulder and moaned my pleasure into his neck and his ear. He knew every orgasm I had during the movie by the pressure of my pussy on his fingers and the copious amounts of fluids that were running out of me. I moaned in disappointment as the movie ended and he slid his fingers out of my pussy and released my breast.

I fixed my top so it didn't look like I'd just spent two hours with a hand inside it. When we stood up, I glanced down at my seat and giggled. It was soaked with my vaginal fluids. I felt sorry for whoever was going to be there for the next showing. We left the theater hand in hand and went back to his car. I slid into the passenger seat and hiked up my dress so I was fully exposed. When Tyrone got in on the driver's side, I smiled up at him, leaning into him.

"Master, I'm ready for you, please fuck me right here!" I begged, spreading my legs in offering as I smiled at him and fluttered my eyelashes.

He looked down at me and the expectant smile on my face. He reached over and slid his hand between my spread thighs and caressed my swollen lips. He then smacked them lightly, making me coo in pleasure. When he dipped his middle finger between my lips and slid it into my opening, I leaned against him and sighed, happy at his entrance. I felt his finger penetrate me fully, wriggling and exploring. He then withdrew it and moved up to my clit and began to rapidly stroke it. I gasped and clung to him, reaching orgasm in less than a minute. As my orgasm passed, I looked up at him again, desperation now on my face.

"Please, master, take me, now, I need your big, hard cock inside me! Fuck me and fill me with your sperm!" I begged as tears of need in my eyes.

Tyrone looked down at my sympathetically. Instead of moving over me, pushing my seat back and mounting my craving body, he stroked his cum coated fingers through my hair and stroked my face. He then brought his lips to mine and kissed me gently for a long time. I melted into him, trying to will my body to slide into his and become a part of him. Of course, that didn't happen as it had with our spirits. The kiss ended and he pulled away from me. I looked up into his eyes and saw his smile and the sympathy in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Myra, but I can't make love to you right now, much as I want to. I have to get you to where you will be performing soon and get you prepared. Besides, you've drained me so much I don't think I can cum in you again for awhile."

"Please, master, then let me suck your cock! I need you in my body," I pleaded, running my hand over his covered cock.

He looked at my pleading face and I saw softness grow there. With a small smile, he nodded his head in acceptance. My face lit up with a big smile and I began to caress his cock, anxious to devour it. Smiling down at me and my excitement, Tyrone unfastened his pants and drew his soft cock out. I slid my hands around it, cooing as I saw it. Running my fingers over and around it, I smiled up at him, letting him see my pleasure and the thankfulness on my face.

I looked down and saw some moisture growing at the slit. Holding the shaft firmly in my hands, I dove down into his lap and parted my lips as they touched his tip, sliding it into my mouth. His taste was so wonderful I moaned in joy as it registered in my mind. I slid my hands down his shaft until I had my thumb and index finger from each hand around him and let the rest of his length slide into me.

I held him there and eagerly wrapped my tongue around him and rippled it along his stiffening length. As he grew slightly, I let his head slide into my throat, gurgling happily at his presence. Eager to feed on his sex, I began to slide my mouth up and down his shaft, constantly moaning and cooing as I feasted on my favorite treat!

I could feel his response to my activities. He grew fully hard and erect, his nine inches of thick, black cock filling my mouth and throat. I felt his fingers gently caressing the stretched white skin of my throat. I felt his hips begin to move, hunching up at me each time I drove down onto him. When he put his hand on the back of my head and held me tightly as he began to thrust into my face, I was filled with joy, knowing I was about to be fed my favorite meal!

I relaxed my throat and mouth and gave myself over to Tyrone, allowing him to be my weekend master. I was beginning to enjoy being his sex slave and thinking it might be a role I'd fall into with him now and then!

As I began to relish giving my total being over to him, I felt the first rush of his cum jetting into my stomach. I knew, no matter what, I was his. I surrendered my heart and my body to him without reservation. No matter who either of us fucked, we would always belong to each other. Since our first meeting, we've both always gotten off when the other gave details of recent sexual escapades as our bodies were joined.

At long last, his spasms passed and his cum stopped flowing. I clamped my lips tightly around him and drew my mouth upwards, forcing all the sperm remaining in his tube out of his body and into my mouth. I looked up at him, my eyes gleaming with happiness and tears of joy and saw his sweet smile as I swallowed the last of his gift to me.

"I love you, Tyrone! You are more potent than you realize!" I cried out to him.

He stroked my hair gently and then the side of my face. I nuzzled my face against his palm. He put his hand under my chin and lifted my head so I was staring up at his face.

"I love you as well, Myra Simmons! You are the one who holds my heart in her hands, the most perfect person in my life! For this weekend you are my willing slave and I your master. In life, however, you are my equal and my partner, whom I have and will forever share everything I am."

He pulled me up to him, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply and passionately. Just like a proper slave, I gave myself to him totally, letting him kiss me, and use me as he desired. Everything he did pleasured me. I was even beginning to look forward to having his friends use my body for their pleasure as long as he was there, watching and joining. If it gave him pleasure to share me, I wanted to be shared!

The kiss ending I looked up into his love filled eyes. Mine were burning with love and tears of joy.

"Tyrone, give me to your friends. I want to see the pleasure on your face as they put their black cocks into me and shoot cum in and on me. I want to see your joy as you see me having orgasms as they ride me and use me. If it pleasures you, I want to do it!"

He smiled at me and kissed me again.

"Good, then let's get going so we can get you ready."

With that, I slid back into my seat and paused as he reached over and pulled my top down again. I connected the seatbelt and smiled at him, joy on my face, as I thrust out my breasts to make them even more prominent.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, several moviegoers walking in spotted me and hooted at me. I could see they were young men and I flashed a smile at them and began to caress my breasts and roll my nipples. Beside me, I could hear Tyrone chuckling.

"Myra you are such an exhibitionist slut! How can I not love you?" He commented smiling.

It made me think. I'd never been much of a public exhibitionist but was always ready to show off my body in private. Having been with so many male and female lovers, I actually felt more comfortable nude than clothed. In my position as his slave, I felt so much more free and able to give in to my exhibitionist tendencies. No wonder I had no problem last night walking naked from his car to his house or riding around topless and fully exposed. I was with my master and I was safe, so why not show off all of me?

I smiled over at him and began to fondle both my breasts, finally pinching both my nipples.

"What can I say, Tyrone, you bring out the slut in me. I love showing everyone your prize possession and the place you will be putting your gorgeous cock at every opportunity! I can still taste you in my mouth and I love it! Can I have you again as we drive to where we are going?" I asked anxiously, breathing rapidly.

He laughed at me and reached out to stroke the side of my face.

"No, Myra, you've drained me quite well, thank you. By the time you have cum from three new men inside your body I might be ready to enter you and fill you again."

"I hope so, master," I responded breathlessly and smiling mischievously at him, "I want you in my pussy after they use me. I want to fall asleep knowing the last cock that filled me with cum was yours!"

With that, Tyrone concentrated on the road and I continued to play with my breasts. As we pulled into a strange driveway, I gasped and gave myself over to the orgasm that was ripping through my body.

Tyrone sat there, car turned off and watched as my body shook and shuddered. As the last vestiges passed through me, I felt his gentle caress on my neck. I looked over at him and smiled, letting him see how much I enjoyed playing with myself in front of him. He smiled back already aware of my love of masturbating before him. He could never do it in front of me because I always dive at his cock as soon as it's in view and put it into my body somewhere before he has the chance!

We were parked in a private drive at another house. It was dark with the exception of a light by the front door. No lights were visible inside. I could barely make out the shape of the house in the dark, but I could tell it was large. As I was staring up at it, Tyrone barked a command to me.

"Slave, strip naked, now!"

I looked at him, startled. My first reaction was to tell him no! The role I was playing then returned to my mind and I relaxed. Staring at him, I smiled, unfastened my seatbelt and then pulled my dress up over my head, tossing it onto the back seat of his car. I sat there naked, wet and excited.

"Do you like me naked, master?" I asked as I smiled up at him, coyly and blinked my eyes at him.

"Yes, slave, you look beautiful when you are naked." He replied, smiling.

He opened his door and exited the car. He popped the trunk open and retrieved something before closing it quickly and coming around to my door. Swinging the door open, he leaned in and ran his fingers over my collar of submission until he found the D-ring on it. He gently spun the collar around until the ring was facing the open door and then he fastened something to it. I looked at it and realized that he'd attached a silver chain to it that led to a strap that was wrapped around his hand.

"Would master like me to walk like a woman or like a dog on her leash?" I asked him sharply, not happy with this level of humiliation.

"Like the beautiful woman you are slave. There may be other times that you'll be required to crawl, but not tonight." He replied unaffected by my tone.

I slid out of the car and stood there, naked, pale and blond next to his muscular, clothed black body. Pulling on the chain, he guided me up to the front door, where I stood naked and exposed under the light as he fished out the key. Glancing over at me he raised his eyebrows.

"Unleash your hair slave. Let your radiance shine around you!"

Startled by his words, I jumped. Reaching back, I yanked the clips out of my hair and let it fall loosely about me. It spread over my back, encasing me to my waist in filaments of soft blonde waves. It felt good on the top curve of my ass cheeks, so I wiggled a bit to let it brush against my skin. Tyrone saw what I did and smiled at me as the door swung open.

Being led by my leash, I entered the front door, which Tyrone closed behind me. I could see Tyrone's arousal even in the dim light from the moon that was filtering into the room.

"Master, may I mount you? You seem in need of my sex." I asked, pleadingly.

"No, slave, that will come later. For now, you must be prepared for your guests who will be here shortly to penetrate you."

He led me to a staircase and then up it. At the top was a hallway with a railing open to the lower floor. Along it was a series of doors. Tyrone led me to the last one, opened it and drew me into it. After closing the door behind me, he flipped on the light switch. I was in a rather large and ornate bedroom with a large bed in the middle, against one wall. The room was elegant with all the furnishings, obviously the residence of someone quite rich. I looked around in wonder and then at Tyrone.

"Is this where I am to be taken, master? Is this bed where I will accept your companions into my body?" I asked as I stared up at him with a coquettish smile and a sensual pose.

"No, my slutty slave, this is just your preparation room. You'll be taken in the grand foyer we passed through downstairs. You will remain here and be good until I come for you. If you try to leave or sneak a peek, I will spank you until your bottom is swollen and red and sore and then cuff you to the bed."

I looked at him horrified. The thought of his spanking me made me flush with heat and desire, my flesh ready for his hand slapping against me. The thought of being restrained, however, made my blood run cold.

"No master, you will not restrain me!"

"If you do not obey, I will, much as I don't want to." He responded forcefully before leaving, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Smart ass!" I thought as I heard the lock snick shut. He knew there was no way I could sneak out or peak with the door locked from the outside and no method inside of opening it!

I walked around the room slowly, exploring it. I heard a gentle rattling sound as I moved and looked behind me to see the silver leash dragging on the floor. I wasn't so sure about this being led on a leash but, feeling quite slutty and extremely horny, I decided I was going to make the most of it. I was going to play up to Tyrone through the evening, being a perfect sex slave but also tormenting him as much as I could. He was going to fuck me silly before, during or after his friends and I was going to seduce him until he did!

Walking into the bathroom, I saw a huge tub there. I was tempted to fill it up with hot, sudsy water and slip into it. I went to the bedroom door and put my ear to it, listening for the sound of voices. There weren't any, so I decided a bath was in order. I returned to the bath and began to fill the tub with hot water. I found some scented oils and poured some into the water, followed by a bubble bath I'd found. Soon, the sweet aromatic scent of the oil was filling the room and the bubbles filled the tub to the brim. Carefully, I removed the bracelet from my wrist and then the collar from my neck and set them on the counter. I rummaged around and found a shower cap which I put over my head, gathering up my hair in it. Eagerly, I stepped into the steaming water, sighing as I settled into it. I laid back, letting it cover my body from neck to toes, resting my head on the tub's edge. As I began reviewing the events since Friday morning, I swiftly drifted off to sleep.

I woke with a start when I heard a sound. I opened my eyes and looked around quickly and saw Tyrone standing in the doorway. He had his hands on his hips and a big smile on his face. He slowly walked towards me.

"I see my slave is addicted to bathing. I think you spend more time in a tub than bed."

"No master," I replied coyly in response to his possessive name, "I love lying in bed naked and being fucked more than anything! But, I love to be clean and smell sexy when meeting new lovers who will be using my body at my master's behest."

Tyrone laughed out loud at my words and tone. As he came over and knelt beside the tub, I looked deeply into his eyes, my need for him evident in my gaze. I smiled softly and looked down coyly, mischief evident on my face and in my voice.

"Would master like to wash his slave to prepare her for his friends? Cleanse me so they can fuck me and soil me as you desire?" I asked breathlessly.

Smiling, he took up the sponge and began to use it on my body. I shifted and moved so that he could clean every part of me. I loved the way he cleaned my ass cheeks and crack when I rolled over onto my stomach. Finished, he helped me out of the tub, wrapped a towel around me and dried me off. I just stood there, smiling at him, allowing him to care for me. It was a very erotic feeling, I must say!

Finished, he picked up my collar of submission and put it back on my throat. He then put the diamond bracelet back on my right wrist and then went into the main room to retrieve the necklace and earrings he'd just purchased for me. Soon, he had them on me as well. I looked down at the necklace and saw the light shimmering on the joined figures which made them look like they were moving in their sexual union.

Taking the strap of the leash, Tyrone led me into the main bedroom and stopped me at the edge of the bed. I could see his cock was fully erect as he looked me up and down. His reaction to my body and the hunger in his eyes made me crave him totally. I backed up to the bed, letting my legs press up against it. I sat down on it and then lay back, putting my heels on the edge with my knees high in the air. I pressed my heels into the outer portions of my ass cheeks and spread my knees wide. Reaching down between my spread legs with both hands, I pulled my vaginal lips apart, exposing my inner pussy. I pulled the inner lips open as well exposing my wet opening to his full view.

"Please master, mount me and penetrate me! I need your gorgeous cock inside me! Please, prepare me for your friends by stretching me open and lubricating me with your seed!" I begged.

I lay there, looking up at him, noting the indecisiveness on his face. His cock grew harder, jutting out more from his pants. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast! I could feel my lust and need building and knew I'd cum quickly on him.

"Please master, I need to feel your cock inside me, thrusting into me, stretching me, using me! I need the completion that your presence in my body gives me." With a bit of sarcasm in my voice, I continued, "I belong to you, master and crave union with you!"

I squirmed around, wriggling my bottom on the bed's edge, giving him a sensual gaze. I continued to hold my pussy open fully and began to run a finger up and down my exposed slit. I kept my eyes locked on his, which kept darting from my face to my pussy. I let my lust for his sex show on my face.

He sighed and made his decision. I cooed happily and smiled as I saw him begin to unfasten his pants. Soon, his raging, black hard-on was visible and I watched it's movements as he walked towards me. I stared at it as he put it against my opening, between my hands, I sighed in pure joy as I felt his thick shaft sliding into my depths. Once again, I felt complete!

I laid there, remaining spread open as he began to slide his cock in and out of my pussy. With each of his strokes, I could feel my pussy walls stretching and my fluids beginning to gush out of me. I looked down at our union and saw the slick wetness on his cock and then saw that his balls were also soaked, my fluids dripping off them and onto the floor. I stared at his cock, mesmerized and totally aroused by the site of it sliding easily in and out of my pussy, watching as my lips clung to him with each move, flexing in and out with his movements. He put his hand on my groin and soon I felt his thumb stroking and rolling my clit. My head fell back and I gave myself over to the pleasures he was generating within me.

My arousal grew rapidly, spreading thorough my entire body. My face, hands and arms were flushing red, as well as my entire torso. My nipples were hard rocks at the tip of each swollen breast, yearning to be kissed, sucked and pinched. My hips were thrusting up continually, meeting each thrust of Tyrone's cock into my body. All too rapidly, my lust overflowed and spilled out of me, making my body convulse in orgasmic spasms as a wave of white light flashed through my brain. I was filled with my lover's cock and would soon be carrying his special seed in my womb.

Suddenly, I was empty! My pussy no longer contained the cock that I needed and craved! I moaned out my sorrow loudly, protesting fiercely!

"No! Put it back into me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Tyrone, my master!" I pleaded as I held my pussy open for him and wriggled my aroused bottom on the bed.

"No, slave, you had your orgasm and your pussy has been stretched. You are prepared to meet your lovers." He responded.

I moaned in loss, pulling my pussy open wider for him to see. It had no effect on him. He stood there, raging hard-on jutting out from his body, coated in my vaginal fluids and leaking his own fluids. I stared at it, hunger on my face. I moved fast, flipping off the bed and landing on my hands and feet in front of him, the chain rattling off the bed and onto the floor beside me. I lunged at his exposed cock, opening my mouth wide to capture him and his sweet discharges. My lips closed on air and I cried!

I knelt there, looking up at him, pleading with my eyes and face for his cock. My tears streamed down my face and dripped onto the floor. He looked down at me and slipped his boxers back on, hiding his cock from my view. He then retrieved his pants and pulled them on, fastening them, his expression letting me know I wasn't going to have him again until he decided I was ready.

Tyrone bent down and picked up the strap to my leash. Yanking on it, he pulled me to a standing position. He led me to the bathroom where he grabbed the sponge he'd bathed me with. Gently, he wiped my face clean of my tears. He then took a brush out of the cabinet and ordered me to turn my back to him. I did so and soon felt the comforting feel of his hands on me and in my hair. Soon, he was brushing my hair in a steady, gentle fashion that I'd come to anticipate and enjoy. He stopped when my hair was hanging in loose waves of pure blonde radiance over my back. Coming around to my front, he looked me up and down before he reached over each shoulder and drew some of my hair to the front, arranging it over my breasts. I looked down to see my breasts were covered by my golden locks but my rigid nipples were peeking out.

I looked up and saw Tyrone smiling at me.

"Now you are ready to be presented to the men who will fuck you tonight. You will give yourself to them in any and every way they demand. You are a fuck toy tonight and your body serves only one purpose, to pleasure all of them beyond anything they have ever experienced."

He could see from my face how anxious I was to be introduced and used by his friends as he watched.

As he led me out by the leash, excitement and lust began to churn in my groin, threatening to burst out and overpower any remnant of sensibility and dignity I had left. I was ready, willing and anxious to be used as a fuck toy!