A House in the Woods - Shea 
"You said in your emails that you met online." I asked "Is this the
first time you've met in person?"

She sat at one end of the sofa, arms folded under her modestly sized
breasts, while he sat at the other end, leaning away from her on the
arm of the sofa. From their body language, it wasn't a promising
start.

They both nodded and shot each other embarrassed glances.

"You were wise to meet on neutral ground," I continued, "and to enlist
the help of an experienced person before embarking on this journey."

My smile did no more to break the ice than had the glasses of wine
that sat untouched next to each of them. Well, it WAS kind of an
awkward way to meet.

"I understand from your emails that neither of you has played
dominance and submission games before?"

Two more silent nods.

"Then let's start at the beginning. Shea..." she gave up her
contemplation of the dust on her shoe for a moment, and I continued,
"What is your safeword?"

"Ah, I, well..." she flushed red, embarrassed.

"Ok, Shea, you don't have one yet. Dennis?"

He too turned red and shook his head.

"Do you know the purpose of a safeword? Shea?" I asked in my best
classroom voice.

"T-to protect the submissive from doing something she really doesn't
want to do?" she didn't sound too sure of herself.

"That's one reason." I turned to the sandy-haired, slightly built
Dennis, "Can you think of another?"

He thought for a while, but shook his head.

"Listen carefully, then." I lectured, "The safeword, by not being
used, lets the top know he's NOT exceeding the bottom's limits. No
matter what else the sub says, no matter how much she pleads for mercy
or screams bloody murder, unless she uses the safeword, it's all part
of the fantasy. That's particularly important when the two don't know
each other well, as in your case."

I turned back to Shea. "A safeword needs to be something that you
would not normally say while in pain or in the throes of passion. It
must be something - a word or phrase - that you can think of and use
quickly even when in dire straits. You should each choose one now."

Dennis looked confused. "Why do I need one? I'm the top!"

I met his gaze coolly and his eyes dropped. "On this property, there
is only one top! I agreed to teach the two of you, and there's no
better way for a dom in training to understand his sub than to be one
for a little while, got it?"

At his embarrassed nod, I turned to the brunette. "By the same token,
if you want to truly understand your role as a submissive, you should
take the dominant role for a little while, see yourself through the
other person's eyes."

Shea looked a little non-plussed, but nodded.

"I have a rule about safewords, however." I held each one's gaze for a
few seconds before continuing. "The bottom who uses his or her
safeword will be punished severely, each time he or she uses it!"

They both gasped, but I continued, "Can either of you think of a
reason for this?"

They thought for a while, then just as I was about to break the
silence, Shea's face lit up.

"Of course!" she practically bubbled, "If the bottom is allowed to use
the safeword whenever she feels like it, she's in control, not the
top!  So by punishing her, or him, for using the safeword, you ensure
that they only do so when they really mean it!"

I smiled at her, "You get an 'A' for the course! Now, before we move
on to something else, I want to know your safeword. Shea?"

She cleared her throat, tossing glossy brown hair over her shoulder,
"I, um, I guess, uh... Oh! I know! Woodpile! Yeah, that's it!
Woodpile!"

I nodded and repeated, "Woodpile. Dennis?"

"Oh, hell, I don't know!" he muttered, "How about dog-dish?"

I shook my head, "Probably not the best word you could use. In some
humiliation scenes, you might wind up eating from a dog dish. Pick
something that's not likely to come up in any sexual scenario.

"Crap, I don't know! Ah, Banana Slug?" he looked dubiously at me.

"Can you remember to say that, even under extreme duress?" 

He nodded, and I repeated, "Banana Slug."

"Now I need to learn a bit more about you." I even sounded pedantic to
me! "You should each listen to the other's answers so you'll get to
know what the other's all about.  I'll start with Dennis."

"Um, ok." his nerves spoke for him.

"Tell me why you want to do this." I was a little nervous about him
too, and I wanted to get a feel for the kind of person I was dealing
with. "What is it about dominating a woman that turns you on?"

He cleared his throat before answering. "Uh, well, it's just the idea,
you know?  I mean to be able to make a woman do whatever I want just
really turns me on!"

"So, is it about having power over another person," I prompted, "or is
it about her willingness to do what you want?"

He thought for a few moments, then said, "A little bit of both, I
guess, but mostly it's just having control over a beautiful woman. I
don't know."

"What will you do with that control?" I tried to keep my voice
neutral, but I was getting a bad feeling about this.

"Pretty much anything I want, right?" He wasn't even being flip! He
was serious as a heart attack! "I mean that's what being in control is
all about."

I watched Shea's mouth drop open from the corner of my eye, and
signalled her to keep quiet. I wanted to make sure she knew why I was
about to do what I was about to do.

"What about your partner's needs?" I asked in as neutral a voice as I
could muster.

"Well, if she's a sub," He shot back, "then that's what she gets off
on.  As long as she keeps me happy, then we're cool!"

"And you, as top," I fed out a little more rope, "don't have any
responsibility toward your sub?"

"Well," he waffled, "I mean, I'd stop if she used her safeword, but
like you said, she'd get punished if she did! I don't think she'd use
it much after that!"

He sounded like he was trying to impress me, and he was, but not in
the way he thought.

"Ok, Dennis, that's all I need from you," I stood and motioned for him
to follow me. "Let me take you and get you situated. Shea, if you'll
wait here for a few minutes, I'll be right back. Ok?"

I blindfolded Dennis and led him down to the dungeon by a circuitous
route. Czar, one of my wolf-malamute mix dogs followed in our wake,
while his brother stayed to keep Shea company.

"Go ahead and hang your clothes on those hooks over there." I
instructed as I removed his blindfold.

He was a little self-conscious about undressing in front of me, but
managed to get it done without too much blushing.

With his slender build, pale skin, poor muscle tone, and light
coloring, from behind he looked almost like a pre-pubescent girl.

I'm no Mr. Universe, but I keep myself in shape with weights, martial
arts workouts, and working around this place, so compared to this guy,
I might as well have been King Kong. I manhandled him into the stocks,
over his protests and  ineffectual struggles. Locking him securely
into place, I lubed a medium butt plug and shoved it unceremoniously
into his ass. When he screamed, he sounded like a little girl.

"Oh, shit!" he cried, "Banana Slug! Hey, Banana Slug motherfucker!"

These stocks were built low to the ground so that their occupant had
to be on his knees, ass exposed, while head and hands were locked into
cutouts in the board. I walked around to his front end and asked
mildly. "Are you SURE you want to use your safeword right now?"

I pulled the oiled, knotted strands of a well-used cat through my
fingers in front of his face. I had removed my shirt and my biceps and
chest showed to advantage through the tight singlet I wore.

"Fifty lashes with this little toy is your alternative." I continued.

He swallowed hard, and realized at the same time that his ass wasn't
hurting quite as much as it had at first.

"Uh, never mind." He mumbled.

"Very well." I kept my voice calm, as I let the other shoe drop,
"However, there's still the little matter of the disrespectful way you
addressed me. In the future, you will call me 'Sir', not
'motherfucker'. For your first offense, the punishment is ten lashes.
If you fail to address me properly in the future, the number will
increase by five lashes for each infraction. Now prepare yourself.
This will hurt."

"Wha? Wait! I didn't know! Please!" He begged.

I had gotten to my feet, but at his protest, knelt again. "Again, you
neglected to call me 'sir'. That is your second infraction. Fifteen
strokes will be added to the original ten."

He started to say something else, and thought better of it, electing
to cry, instead.

I striped him thoroughly from neck to ankles, aiming the last stroke
between his legs, but didn't use enough force to break the skin on any
of my blows.

By the time I had finished, he was a blubbering mess.

"Why? Uh Sir?" he whimpered, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm being the kind of top you want to be." I answered mildly, "I can
do pretty much anything I want until you use your safeword. But I'd
think twice about that. What you just received was half of what you'll
get if you use your safeword, and I wasn't hitting you full force.
You'd be a bloody mess right now if I had hit you as hard as I could
have. I'm going up to talk to Shea now, but I'll leave Czar here to
keep you company."

With that, I pulled the plug from his ass and signalled Czar to mount.
I got him lined up and when he was properly seated, I left to a
serenade of anguished cries.

"Oh God, no! Please, Sir!" my victim shrieked, "AAAAAAAAGGGH! Oh no,
Sir! Please, not the dog! ARGH! He's too big!"

Shea must have heard some of that as I opened the hidden pantry door
to leave the dungeon, because she wore a look of concern when I got
back to the living room.

"What did you do to him?" she asked.

"Just gave him a taste of what it would be like to be a sub to
somebody like him." I replied, off-handedly.

She looked a little dubious, but let it drop.

"Now, where were we?" I started, settling onto the couch beside her,
my thigh just touching hers, still wearing only the singlet. "Ah yes.
I was going to ask whether you still wanted your first experience as a
sub to be with Dennis."

I cocked an eyebrow in her direction, silently asking the question.

Her face was flushed and her breathing a bit faster at my proximity.

"I, uh, from what I heard," she fidgeted with the folds of her skirt,
then, noticing, quickly folded her hands in her lap, "I don't think
so, Mr. Brenneman."

I smiled and said, "That's probably a wise decision. But let's not
send you home disappointed. Tell me, Shea, why do you want to try
being a sub?  What is it about the idea that lights your fire?"

She fidgeted some more, staring off into space, before answering, "I
don't really know! I mean, I do, but I don't know how to describe it,
or what to call it."

"From what you told me in your emails," I said, "you have a great deal
of responsibility in your daily life.  A lot of people depend on you.
Is it that you want, for however brief a period, to abdicate
responsibility - to make someone else responsible for your pleasure
and his?"

"Yeah, I guess that's a big part of it," she nodded, "but there's
more, you know?"

"There usually is," I smiled, "people are not generally
one-dimensional, despite our tendency to think of each other that way.
 How about the potential danger, and the fear that goes with it? How
does that play?"

She flushed again, and nodded, studying her lap.

"Helplessness, being in someone else's control?"

Her blush deepened and and I noticed her fidgeting had become
thigh-on-thigh rubbing as she nodded again.

"Tell me Shea," I probed further, "are you interested in pure
dominance, or do you want to expand into related areas?"

"I'm not sure what you mean." She gave me a puzzled look from under a
glossy brown wave of hair.

"I'll demonstrate." I said mildly, then hardened my voice."Stand up,
please!"

She looked alarmed, but obeyed. I stood and walked deliberately around
her, speaking in her ear as I passed behind her.

"I'm going to give you a series of commands." My volume was low, but
my tone brooked no disobedience. "You will obey each one without
question or hesitation, is that clear?"

Shea was trembling as she nodded. I completed my circuit, ending in
front of her, inches from her face, looking down.  Next to my
six-foot-plus frame, her slightly less than five and a half feet or so
seemed small.

"Unbutton your shirt and pull it out of the waistband of your skirt."
My voice stayed low and hard.

She looked apprehensively at my face, and her hands shook as she
struggled with the buttons.

"Remove your bra." I've always been fascinated by the way women have
of removing a brassiere without taking off the outer garment. She had
a little more difficulty than most, in her nervousness, but got the
bra off in short order. I took it from her trembling hand and dropped
it on the sofa.

"Turn your back to me."

I thought her knees would buckle as she turned, but she managed to
stay upright. I could almost feel the tension increase as she realized
she could no longer see me, and would get little if any warning about
anything I decided to do to her.

"Drop your hands to your sides, and keep them there." I grasped her
shoulders lightly and pulled her back against my chest, sliding the
shirt partway down her arms.

She gasped and threw her head back when my teeth took hold of the
muscle that attached her slender neck to her shoulders. I didn't bite
hard, but her breathing quickened and her hips bucked involuntarily.

My hands molded to her B-cup breasts, letting the rock-hard nipples
dig into their creases. I flattened my hands and used the roughness of
my work-hardened palms to scrub the hard little nubbins, causing her
to inhale sharply and thrust her chest outward.

"Drop your skirt!" I whispered as I nibbled at the delicate shell of
her ear.

She struggled to do as I commanded while I pinched and rolled her
nipples between calloused fingers, and nibbled and sucked at the
sensitive skin between ear and shoulder, grinding my pelvis against
her ass.

The cloth finally fell away, and I dropped my right hand into the
front of her panties while my left continued abusing her tits. Her
pussy was soaked with her arousal and I had no trouble slipping two
fingers inside to collect some of her fluid. Those two slippery digits
backed up and trapped the tender bud of her clit, sliding up and down
each side of the sensitive nerve bundle.

Shea gasped again and pushed against my hand.

Abruptly, I stepped away and sat in a chair nearby.

"Shea, drop your panties, then come stand in front of me, feet
shoulder-width apart."

She looked a little dazed, but did as I asked, gazing intently at my
face. She looked so utterly sexy and vulnerable with the shirt hanging
half-off her shoulders, wearing nothing else.

I slid the same two fingers deep inside her dripping pussy. "Now,
Shea, fuck yourself!"

Her expression slid from shock to outrage to arousal to unbridled lust
and her hips ratcheted back and forth on my stiffened fingers.  She
was still locked on my eyes when, after only a few strokes, she came,
collapsing forward as I caught and held her, waiting for the spasms to
pass.

I settled her in my lap and stroked her hair as I spoke, "THAT my
dear, was pure domination.  A forceful person can control a person who
is inclined to be submissive without resorting to restraints or
punishment devices. When you've had a little chance to catch your
breath, we'll go down to my dungeon and let you get acquainted with
the bondage and discipline aspects of dominance and submission."

While I was waiting for Shea to calm down, Amy, my part-time slave
(See 'A House in the Woods - Bethany') drove up. As she was trained to
do, she removed her clothing on the porch before entering the house to
kneel before me, thighs spread, hands behind her back.

Amy was too well trained to say anything, but her eyes were hungry as
she took in the attractive brunette sprawled across my lap.

"Shea, this is Amy. Amy has been my slave for some time now, and is
quite an experienced submissive." I introduced Amy to Shea.

"If you remember," I turned the brunette to look at me as I spoke, "I
told you that you should spend a little time in the dominant role, so
that you better understand your chosen role.  You will practice being
a top with Amy."

Shea was shocked. Her gaze shot from me to Amy and back to me.

Eyes wide, she shook her head slightly and stammered, "B-but, I've
never, that is, I'm not... I mean, uh, I'm not, uh, experienced with,
uh women!"

I turned her to look at Amy's delectable form, her auburn hair shining
in the light from the  windows, while the the rings through her
nipples rose and fell with her breathing.

"Look at her, Shea!" I whispered through her hair, "Doesn't she look
delicious?  Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like with a
soft, gentle, smooth-skinned woman? No scratchy stubble on your
thighs. No calluses, no hairy arms or legs.  Wouldn't it be wonderful
to have someone who knows what pleases a woman, without having to
guess?  Now think of her as your slave for the next couple of hours.
She'll do anything you want, please you in every way you command!"

As I spoke, Shea's breathing got fast and shallow, and moisture ran
down my thigh where she sat.  Finally she nodded microscopically and
breathed, "Yes!"

Shea hadn't moved so I whispered, "What do you want her to do?"

"I - I want her to make love to me?"

"If you were in her position," I murmured, "how would you want to be
informed of your mistress' wishes?"

Shea cast a sidelong glance at me before turning back to Amy "Make
love to me, Amy!"

Amy, of course, didn't move.

Shea looked to me for guidance.

"Amy hasn't been ordered to obey you yet, Shea." I answered her
unspoken question, "And that won't happen until you ask my permission
to use her. Remember, you are in my house, and she is my property. 
Before you use anything of value that belongs to me, you must, out of
courtesy, if nothing else, ask my permission if I don't volunteer it."

Shea flushed, embarrassed as much by the reference to Amy as property
as by my reminder.

"May I use your slave, Mr. Brenneman?" she asked meekly.

"You may," I answered, "on the condition that you don't cause her
injury. She enjoys pain, but I will not have her damaged in any way
beyond a few welts or scratches, is that clear?"

At her confirming nod, I turned to Amy. "Slave, until I tell you
otherwise, you are to obey Shea as you would me, understood?"

"Yes, Sir!" I could see the gleam in Amy's eye. She was unabashedly
bisexual, and it had been a while since I let her play with another
woman.

"Uh, Mr. Brenneman?" Shea almost whispered, "What's her safeword?"

"Good question." I smiled. I had thought I'd have to remind her to
ask. "Why don't you ask her?"

"What is your safeword, Amy?" Shea asked softly.

"Ticket, Mistress!" Amy answered, "Mistress, may I make a request?"

Shea nodded.

"Mistress," my young slave continued, "I am a slave by choice. I enjoy
being a slave and all that goes with it.  It would please me more if
you would treat me as a slave and not worry about hurting my feelings.
And please, call me 'slave'. I get a little tingle every time someone
calls me that!"

"Think of how you'd like to be treated as a submissive," I added, "and
do my slave the courtesy of treating her that way."

Shea flushed again, and said "Yes, of course..."

"Slave Amy!" she addressed the kneeling girl sharply, standing up from
my lap, "I'm going to sit over here, and I want you to make love to
me!"

Then, as an afterthought, she added, "And you'd better do a good job
or you will be punished!"

"Yes, Mistress," Amy moved to comply, "So that I may fulfill your
wishes as best I can, would it please Mistress to tell me how she
would like me to proceed?"

I had not instructed Amy about what to do when I put her under a
novice, but she was instinctively training Shea about her duties and
responsibilities as a top.

Shea had obviously not thought that far ahead, expecting Amy to take
the initiative, so she had to collect her thoughts before responding.

Finally she said softly, "Begin by kissing my neck, then slowly work
your way down to my breasts. You may use your teeth, gently, but don't
bite hard! I will give you further instructions as you go."

Amy smiled and moved to comply, kissing the tender flesh under Shea's
jaw line. Shea trembled and gasped as, for the first time in her life,
another woman made love to her.

"Aaaah, that's it!" she cooed, "Ooooh, yes! Just like that. Oh, that's
good. Now lower. Work your way down the slope of - Aahh - my breast!
No, don't go for the nipple yet! Yeah, kiss the underside of my tit.
Ooooh! Your mouth feels so good!"

Shea was starting to fuck the air as Amy's talented mouth worked her
upper body.

"Now. NOW do my nipple - Aaagh! You little devil! I'll get you for
that!" Shea cried as Amy bit down on her erect nipple just enough to
send a shiver up her spine. The brunette's hips ratcheted against the
air and her hand crept to her sex, two fingers delving deeply into its
folds.

Shea panted and heaved, instructing her temporary slave "The other
one! Do the other one now! Oh shit! I never imagined...! Oh God!"

Shea's pelvis was a blur and her fingers sloshed and slurped as they
stirred her honeypot. Her left hand was buried in Amy's auburn hair,
pulling her this way and that.

Suddenly, the brunette's fingers ripped from her sex and with both
hands she grabbed Amy's head and shoved it unceremoniously into her
dripping pussy.  Amy lapped gleefully at the gooey mess, slipping her
own slender fingers into the entrance just far enough to stroke Shea's
G-spot.

Shea's tight little butt raised a foot off the chair as Amy's magic
mouth first sucked gently at her clit, then nipped and nibbled,
sending bolts of electricity through the brunette's body.

"Oh DAMN, you little minx!" Shea cried, "You're driving me crazy! Oh!
Oh! Oh! YESSS! RIGHT THERE!  GOD THAT'S GOOD! Oh SHIIIIIITTT!"

Shea's pubic bone slammed into Amy's mouth,then jerked away, only to
flatten her mound against the girls face one last time as she shrilled
through her climax. Not having been told to stop, Amy enthusiastically
continued her ministrations, driving the incoherent woman through one
pinnacle after another until Shea finally capitulated and jerked Amy's
head violently from her crotch.

Instantly, Amy was again on her knees, hands behind her back, Shea's
juices smeared over the lower half of her face.

"Oh my GOD!" Shea panted, sprawling like a teenager on the seat
cushion of the armchair, "Thank you both! I was always curious about
what it would be like with a woman, but I had no idea!"

"If my slave has pleased you," I said softly, "don't you think it
would be a good idea to reward her, so she'll be even more eager to
please you next time?"

"Uh, well, yes, but I don't know," Shea mumbled, "I mean, it doesn't
seem, uh, in keeping with the, uh, role to return the favor?  I mean,
I'm all for it, but, well, you know...!"

"Since you are not familiar with Amy's likes and desires," I lectured,
"and we don't have time for the two of you to go through the
familiarization process, I will tell you this: Amy's biggest orgasm's
happen when she's bound face down over something, or on hands and
knees, with a large dildo plowing her from behind."

Amy had the audacity to smile gratefully at me.

"But I don't have..." Shea began, but I stopped her.

"Perhaps it's time we moved to the dungeon."

So saying, I headed for the kitchen.  When I looked back, Shea was
behind me, but Amy still knelt where she had been.

I looked at Shea. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

The brunette, her shirt hanging off one shoulder, fetchingly framing
one lovely breast, flushed deep red.

She turned back to Amy and commanded, "Come along, slave!"

Amy rose to her feet and followed, two steps behind her temporary
mistress. While these days, the following behind is considered
subservient behavior, I've always believed that it originated in the
days of sword and knife when a man preceded his family at a distance
that would afford them protection while giving him room to wield his
blade, should trouble arise. Strange how customs get transformed over
time...

Shea gasped, and Amy giggled when we got to the Dungeon. Dennis still
knelt, locked in the stocks, with Czar standing butt to butt behind
him, his knotted cock still firmly locked in the panting man's ass.
Cum coating the mat underneath him, and dripping from his chest and
belly, spoke of Czar's total conquest.

"Well, Dennis!" I said jovially, "It would appear that the role of
dog's bitch pleases you!"

I squatted where he could see my face if he strained upward a bit. 
"I'm going to tell you something, and if you don't listen and
understand, you will eventually wind up in jail."

I waited for him to look up at me before continuing, "Your idea of
being a top sucks. Self centered people make lousy lovers no matter
what role they take.  I've just given you a taste of the kind of
treatment a sub could expect at your hands.  I gave no thought to your
pleasure.  For my amusement, I let one of my dogs mount you. Did that
give you pleasure?"

His face turned bright red with anger, "No! Uh, Sir! I hated it! I
don't know why I came, because I didn't enjoy it!"

"Your ejaculation had little to do with desire or pleasure, I
suspect." I let him off the hook on that one to make a bigger point,
"You came because that big knot of Czar's practically forced it out of
your prostate. My point is this: You might have enjoyed your
experience as a sub had I taken any interest in your pleasure.  I did
just what you said you would do as a Dom, pretty much anything I
wanted, not what YOU would enjoy.  Had you realized that the dominant
person is responsible for the pleasure of BOTH parties, and not just
his own, I would have treated you somewhat differently. Do you
understand what I'm saying?"

"I understand that I'm going to kill you the next time I see you, you
son of a bitch!" Spittle flew from his mouth as he spat this at me.

"I see you're a slow learner." I said mildly. "What did I tell you
about how to address me?"

I took the cat from the wall as I stood up. Czar, not wanting any part
of the cat, pulled himself out of the guy's ass before he was quite
fully deflated.

"OH GOD, NO! PLEASE SIR, I DIDN'T MEAN IT, SIR!" he blubbered as I
walked behind him. Dog cum ran down over his balls and dripped on the
mat.

"This being your third infraction," I said evenly, "your punishment
will be twenty lashes."

I laid them on somewhat more vigorously this time, though still not
full force, and a few small streaks of blood showed on his back by the
time I had finished.

Shea stood, hand to mouth, eyes wide with shock throughout this. Amy
simply smiled and looked hungry.

"Shea," I thought I'd better give her something else to do while I
finished Dennis' lessons, "What would you like to do to my slave, now
that we're better equipped?"

Her whole body shuddered as if coming out of a trance.  Her glance
swept around the room, lingering on this piece of equipment, or that
device. Finally she went over to the X-frame.

"Can she be bound to this," she asked tentatively, "head down?"

I glanced at Amy before replying. She was suppressing some emotion but
I wasn't sure whether it was glee or fear. I decided that it must be
the former, since I had given her no reason to suppress her fear, but
had made her suffer a couple of times when she got TOO happy about
something.

"Do you want her facing the frame, or away from it?" I asked,
fingering the remote that lowered the frame flat to the floor.

"Away from it."

"Then just have her lie down on her back and fasten the cuffs on her
wrists and ankles," I instructed, "and let me know when you're ready. 
Anything else?"

She looked around again, "Uh, where, that is, do you have any
dildoes?"

I pointed at a set of drawers under a bench along the wall.

"Amy will want one or two of the ones from the top drawer - the big
ones." I said.

Once I had the frame upright with Amy's inverted body suspended from
it, I went back to Dennis.

"Now, boy," I said quietly, while removing the rest of my clothes,
"You've been very slow about learning your lessons, so we'll try
again. I'm going to take my pleasure with your body, without regard
for your needs, desires or wishes, the same way you would have done
with Shea."

I jacked myself a few strokes with a handful of K-Y to get my cock
fully erect and provide some lubricant.

"Now, what I want you to do," I said gently into his ear as I leaned
over his back, the tip of my rod nestled in the slowly contracting
dish of his anus, "is squeeze your ass real tight! That's good, now
tighter! Really, really, tight! Good boy!"

With that, I drove full length into his colon. For a moment, he was
shocked into silence, all the air evacuated from his lungs.  When he
finally got a breath, he screamed bloody murder!

I held my cock deep inside him until his screams faded to sobs, then
leaned over and whispered, "Now that felt very, VERY good! Don't you
agree? Oh, what am I saying? It doesn't matter whether you agree or
not!"

With that I began slam-fucking his ass, occasionally pulling all the
way out to give his sphincter a little extra 'stimulation'.  It was
kind of a nothing fuck for me, since I prefer willing partners, but I
dragged it out for a good fifteen minutes, changing angles to batter
his prostate or rotating my hips to stir his guts. He sobbed and
moaned through the entire ordeal.

Occasionally I would lean over and ask, "Having fun?"

Invariably, his answer was a vigorous negative head-shake.

Since I wasn't emotionally invested in fucking Dennis, I had time to
observe Shea's interaction with Amy.  She had the auburn haired
slave's head buried in her crotch, while she drove two enormous
dildoes into Amy's pussy and ass. Amy, of course, was cumming
non-stop, and Shea was not far behind. The two were so engrossed in
each other that I doubted they even remembered Dennis and I were
there.

"Are you getting my message here, Dennis?" I rasped in his ear. "Do
you understand what I'm trying to teach you?"

"Yes, SIR!" he shouted through his tears, "I'm getting that the bigger
asshole gets to do whatever he wants with the smaller asshole, SIR!"

"No, Dennis." I whispered, grinding my pelvis against his ass for
emphasis, "That's always been patently obvious.  What you SHOULD be
getting is how the smaller asshole FEELS about it! And you should be
committing that to memory, so that if you are ever lucky enough to
find a submissive, you keep her feelings in mind and take a little
responsibility for her as well as for your pleasure!  This is a role
playing game, Dennis, and people won't play with you if you're too
selfish.  If you hurt them too badly, they'll have you arrested! The
punishment for using the safeword should be sufficient to deter
frivolous use, but not ALL use! Is any of this getting through to
you?"

He was silent for a long moment, but finally nodded as best he could
within the confines of the stocks. "Yes, sir.  I get your point."

I pulled out of his ass and unlocked the stocks, handing him some
wipes to clean himself.

As he started dressing, I said, "I hope you learned what you needed to
learn here. Whether you did or not, you should know something. I'm not
an easy person to get to, much less kill, so if you intend to carry
out your threat, you'd better come prepared."

He blushed a little, but said nothing.  I took that as a good sign.

I blindfolded him again and led him up the stairs and out of the
pantry.  I gave him a blindfolded tour of the house to confuse any
memory he might have about the dungeon's location, and wound up at the
front door.

I removed the blindfold and opened the door to let him out, saying,
"Don't come back here, Dennis.  If you're smart you'll forget all
about me and what happened here, except for the lesson.  I have video
tape of everything that goes on in this house, and I will see to it
that your sister in Salt Lake City, and your parents in Phoenix, not
to mention your employer at ______ Corp will get copies of your
performance with Czar in living color if you should make any move to
come after me or anyone I know, in any way. Is that clear?"

His face had gone white at this disclosure of information I shouldn't
have had, and he just nodded and stumbled down the steps to his car.

I watched him out of sight, and verified via the security system that
he left the property, but sent Czar to patrol in the area of the
house, just in case.  I didn't expect any real trouble from Dennis,
but it never paid to be careless.

When I returned to the dungeon, Shea was still feebly pushing at the
dildoes implanted in Amy's pussy and ass, as Amy struggled to shove
her tongue weakly into Shea's dripping gash.

I removed the trousers I had donned to see Dennis out and slid behind
Shea, murmuring "I think you've both had about as much of this as you
can take.  Let's move on to something else, shall we?"

I lowered the tired brunette to a sitting position on a nearby bench
and released Amy from her bondage, leaving it up to her to remove the
artificial cocks from her body cavities.

"Go on into the shower and freshen up, Amy." I told her.

She smiled tiredly and accepted my hand to help her up. As she
staggered across to the dungeon shower, I turned back to my pupil.

"So, Shea, what have you learned?" I asked

She smiled ironically and replied, "I've learned to pace myself with
that little hellcat slave of yours! She almost ate me alive!"

"Yes," I smiled back, "Amy can be rather... eager, especially when
she's being treated the way she likes to be treated."

Shea nodded, "I never realized how much responsibility falls on the
top.  Basically he or she needs to make pretty much every decision for
both of them."

"There is one decision the slave must make." I countered, "Whether to
obey a command, accept the punishment for not obeying, or use the
safeword. Everything else falls squarely on the shoulders of the
dominant party. If he or she makes good decisions, it's win-win for
both. If not, at least one, and possibly both will not enjoy the
scene."

"Tell me, Shea, why would a person want to dominate another?" I asked

She thought for a few moments before she replied. "I can think of two
reasons. One, to have control, at least within the sub's limits, of
the kind of sex, when and where, and how often.  Basically, as a
sexual convenience for the top. The other would be just the thrill of
having another person in your power.  Unless the sub was really into
pain and humiliation, though, that sort of top would be hard to
handle.  A person on a power trip would be less interested in sex than
in making the sub do whatever degrading thing came to mind - more of a
mental than physical kind of thing."

I nodded, pleased with her insight. "There are aspects of humiliation,
pain and degradation in the first instance as well, but they are
secondary to the sexual aspect.  In the power scenario, humiliation,
degradation, and pain are inflicted to emphasize the power of one over
the other, and thus become the principle acts of the relationship
while sex becomes secondary."

"From your reaction to Dennis' speech," I continued, "and from things
gleaned from your emails, I suspect that you are more interested in
the sexual aspects of D/S?"

At her nod I went on, "For the next part of this exercise, you will
resume your role as submissive, and we'll explore the Bondage and
discipline aspects of dominance and submission."

"Do you remember your safeword, Shea?" I asked, as I guided her body
to lie face down, lengthwise, over a low bench, knees still on the
floor.

She nodded and replied "Woodpile!", as I cuffed her hands and knees to
the legs of the bench.

"Alright, Shea," I said gently, "I'm going to start using your body.
Each time you protest at or try to prevent me from doing something I
attempt, you will receive five lashes of the cat. The blows will be
hard enough to raise welts, but not to break the skin. If you use your
safeword, you will receive ten lashes at the same intensity, is this
understood?"

"Yes, sir." the trembling brunette, only now beginning to fully
realize her vulnerability, replied.

"You have not done anything wrong," I continued, "but since you
haven't felt my lash yet, I will give you five strokes now, so that
you will truly understand what you're facing should you displease me."

Shea screamed and sobbed as I reddened her back with the cat, but
fluid ran freely from her pussy, and her hips rocked in time with my
strokes.

"Ok," I said, "now you know what the punishment feels like.  You also
know you can survive it. Shall we begin?"

Shea's head rocked back and forth on the padded surface of the bench.
"Yes, sir!"

I stroked her glossy brown hair and pulled it back from her face. "Ok,
we'll start easy.  First, I'm going to fuck you, hard and fast, to
take the edge off. If you cum, I will punish you. This fuck is for me,
is that clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

I tested her pussy with a finger and judged that lubricant would be
superflous. Kneeling behind her, I grasped her hips and pulled her
back toward me as I drove all the way in with a single determined
push. Shea's gutteral groan of pleasure rose to a shriek as the blunt
helmet of my turgid cock slid off the bump of her cervix and continued
inward, stretching her to accomodate my length.

I paused briefly at full depth, flexing my cock within the tight
confines of Shea's clinging flesh. Each pulsation of my rod elicited a
fresh moan from my victim.

When I thought she had stretched enough, I began a rapid pummeling of
the cringing brunette's tortured vagina.  As I shuttled back and
forth, rapidly approaching a culmination to my efforts, I motioned Amy
over and whispered instructions in her ear.  The auburn-haired slave
flashed me a feral grin and went to one of the benches along the side
of the dungeon to make preparations for carrying out my wishes.

I was somewhat stimulated from fucking Dennis, and from watching Shea
and Amy work out, but had not cum yet, so it didn't take long for my
first load to fill the novice submissive to overflowing.  Shea's body
was ridgid as I withdrew my cock, and I realized she was attempting to
obey my order not to cum.

"Body tension contributes to orgasm, Shea." I whispered in her ear,
"If you want to avoid it, it's better to relax."

"Yes sir." She made a visible effort to relax, and finally the crisis
passed.

I released Shea's cuffs and moved her to an apparatus I had ordered
from a buddy in the plastics business.  It was essentially a clear
three-eighths inch acrylic sheet that had been heat softened and
shaped to fit the front of a female in a wide spread-eagle position. 
I had sent my friend a mold of Amy's body, positioned just as I
wanted, which he had used to create the form on which the acrylic was
shaped.  It was a perfect match for Amy, but Shea was close enough to
the same size that it would work for her just as well.

When she was positioned in the clear form, I fastened her in place
with straps so that her body was virtually immobilized.  Shea's legs
were supported and held at almost right angles to the side by the
plastic as it curved around them to form troughs, leaving a gap of
several inches at her crotch.

Her breasts protruded through openings in the plastic that were small
enough to constrict them at the base, transforming them into a pair of
bulbous globes.

The face form forced her head to bend well back and had a large ring
protruding a short way into her mouth.  When her head was strapped in,
her mouth was forced open by the ring wide enough to accept a large
cock - whether she wanted to or not.

Holes drilled through the plastic allowed air into her nostrils. There
were also air holes from the sides of the sheet, making it virtually
impossible to block her breathing.

The plastic over the victims eyes was close to optically flat so that
she could see what was being done to her without fear of getting
things in her eyes.

The entire contraption was supported on the sides at the mid-point in
such a way as to allow it to swivel to any angle and be locked in
place.

Shea, once bound in place, trembled violently.  In her outstretched
right hand I placed a red scarf.

"Since you can't use your safeword," I whispered in her ear, "this
will substitute.  If you drop this scarf, it will be the same as using
your safeword and will have the same consequences. Wave the scarf if
you understand."

She still trembled, but the scarf waved.

"I can see from your body's reaction," I continued, "that you
understand at least some of the possibilities of this position, so I
will tell you at least the major points of what I intend to do to you.
First, I'm going to fuck your mouth and throat until I'm sufficiently
aroused. If you aren't accomplished at the art of 'deep throat', you
will find this arduous. If you feel like throwing up, don't. If you
do, you will be punished and when you have been cleaned up, I will
start over.  When I am finished with your mouth, I will change
positions and fuck your ass. I will not be gentle, but you will not be
damaged.  While I'm enjoying your tight little butt, Amy will decorate
the exposed parts of your front.  You may cum when I do, but only when
I do. In fact, I insist that you do! Wave the scarf if you understand
what I have told you."

When the scarf waved again, I rotated the device so that Shea lay
horizontally with her bulging breasts pointing toward the ceiling,
then adjusted the height so that her mouth was at the level of my
flaccid member.

"Slave," I ordered, "put your talented mouth to work on Shea's pussy,
but don't allow her to cum or I shall punish you both!"

I fed the limp mass of my penis into the warm, wet cavern of Shea's
mouth.  She couldn't move her jaws, but her tongue went eagerly to
work, so I pushed my pubic hair against the plastic and waited as
blood pumped into my flesh, lengthening and strengthening, until, with
nowhere else to go, its head pushed through the opening of Shea's
spasming throat. I watched, but though she was breathing rapidly and
shallowly, she seemed to be getting enough air, so I stayed where I
was.

As my shaft gained enough rigidity with which to thrust, Shea's chest
started heaving, and I withdrew long enough to let her catch her
breath.  When she had calmed a bit, I started stroking slowly, all the
way in, all the way out until only the purple head remained within her
mouth.  Shea gagged a few times, but got it under control quickly and
soon relaxed and allowed me to use her throat as I had her cunt.

I langorously enjoyed her mouth for several minutes as Amy, in that
short space of time, brought her to the verge of orgasm at least a
dozen times, backing off abruptly each time, just at the edge of the
precipice.  At one point the scarf slipped and almost fell from her
hand. Shea's fingers scrabbled frantically to gather the material back
in.

I signalled Amy and adjusted the device until Shea's body was inclined
slightly forward, just past vertical, while her face gazed at the
mirror on the ceiling.

I lubricated the dark, crinkled ring between her clenching cheeks and
slathered the gel on the entire length of my shaft.

"Try to relax, Shea." I breathed in her ear as I took up position
behind her, "Push out like you're taking a dump."

The tip of my rod nestled into the little depression of her anus and I
felt it wink and relax once, twice. On the third time, I pushed -
somewhat more gently than I had with Dennis - but I was not to be
denied, and slowly sank into the gritty velvet glove of her rectal
tube, forcing my way into her colon until her buttocks flattened
against my abdomen.  Shea emitted an incoherent series of moans and
cries as each new sensation forced its way painfully into her
consciousness.  As I had with her front hole, I flexed deep within
her, the twitching rod stirring her guts as it stood at attention
inside her.

Slowly, exquisitely, I withdrew, savoring every nuance, every bump,
every fold of the tight, tight orifice, until the ridge at the back of
my cockhead tugged at the cringing ring of Shea's anus.

"You have a lovely, tight ass, Shea." I whispered in her ear, "I'm
enjoying it immensely!"

As I began rhythmically stroking Shea's ass, I signalled to Amy.

Again I whispered in the brunette's ear, "Amy's going to start
decorating you now. You can watch in the mirrors."

Amy brought a tray with a covered bowl in the center, from which
trailed three stainless steel chains. Around the bowl, several lumps
deformed a second cloth cover.

Amy placed the tray on a small table, and removed the cover of the
bowl.  Shea couldn't see clearly what was in the bowl until Amy lifted
one of the chains and withdrew the large fish-hook at its end from the
alcohol bath. The brunette's body tensed and she tried to struggle
within the confines of her plastic prison.  The tension tighted her
sphincter so much I had trouble moving, even with the help of the
lube.

The scarf slipped again and as Shea scrambled to retrieve it, Amy
approached her left breast.

Using a pair of pliers, my slave drew Shea's nipple away from her
breast and deftly worked the sharp point of the hook through it, to a
chorus of incoherent croaks and screeches from the form's mouth
opening.

Shea trembled and sweated and screamed, but kept a firm grip on the
scarf as Amy gave her left breast the same treatment. I was having
trouble maintaining my own control through the spasms in her ass, but
I hung on, waiting for my planned finale.

The scarf fell to the floor and Shea emitted an ear-piercing screech
as the third hook was pushed through her sensitive clit.

I told Amy to wait, and withdrawing from Shea's ass, I retrieved the
scarf.

"I'm going to place the scarf back in your hand," I told her, "if you
dropped it unintentionally, take it and hold it.  If you intended to
drop it, take it and drop it again."

The quaking girl's hand took a death grip on the fabric and didn't let
go.

I nodded to Amy, and without preamble, resumed fucking Shea's ass.  I
was astonished to feel it opening to welcome me on the instroke, and
grasping my shaft to hold it in on the withdrawal.

Amy hung a plastic covered, egg shaped weight from the end of each of
the chains, increasing the volume of Shea's cries.

I was hammering the poor girl's ass now, nearing my pinnacle, and I
signalled Amy to deliver the final blow.

As I slammed deep into Shea's guts and released my pent-up discharge,
I shouted "NOW! CUM sHEA! CUM FOR ME NOW!"

Amy triggered the vibrators in the eggs and all three started bouncing
and dancing on the ends of their chains, jerking spasmodically at her
pierced nipples and clit.

Shea wailed like a banshee and vibrated like a banjo string as her
body released its lust in a thundering crescendo, crashing over her in
wave after wave.  Her spasms drew aftershocks from me until my knees
turned to jello and I collapsed to the padded floor of the dungeon, my
cock slipping reluctantly from the grasping depths of her clenching
anal cavity.

I asked Amy to help Shea from the apparatus and clean her up as I
regained my own strength.

When we were all breathing more normally, and smelling somewhat less
raunchy, I sat down beside Shea.

"How are you feeling, Shea." I asked gently.

"Tired, sated, happy," she turned to look at me, "and a little dazed,
not to mention Sore in a few places!"

The hooks still hung from her body, sans vibrators, and I smiled.

"Well, there are just two more things we need to take care of." I put
my arm around her and she leaned against my shoulder. "First there's
the matter of the dropped scarf..."

Shea gasped and sat bolt upright, her hand going to her mouth. "Oh my
GOD! I had forgotten about that! Oh, no!"

"Normally, that would cost you five lashes, but I think this time I
will incorporate your punishment with the other task at hand - removal
of those hooks!"

So saying, I bound her on her back to a padded table and strapped her
down enough to limit her movement.  With a pair of diagonal pliers, I
snipped the barbs off of each of the hooks.  Slipping the hollow end
of a split, stainless ring, over the cut end of each hook, I withdrew
the hook while pushing the ring through the hole behind it. When I
withdrew the hook, I sluiced the ring and the flesh around it with
alcohol, the snapped the smaller end of the ring into the hollow end,
creating a solid, circular ring that could only be removed by cutting.

Shea screamed shrilly through all three of these insertions, but when
I was finished, her front glinted dully in three places.

I noticed that her slit was once again leaking copiously and asked,
"Would you like one more good fuck before you go?"

Shea nodded and whispered "Please, sir?"

I winked at Amy and bound Shea once again on her hands and knees, her
torso supported lengthwise by a wide padded bar that ran between her
breasts.

I sat on another bench and Amy slid her willing ass down the lenght of
my rigid pole as I handed her a large vibrator to use on her pussy.
Shea looked at us in confusion.

"I thought...?" she began.

"Oh you're going to get fucked, Shea," I smiled, "never fear!"

I signalled Caesar, who had watched everything quietly from a corner,
to come get his reward.  His pink, pointy shaft was already out and
dripping, so without preliminaries, he lifted his forepaws and settled
lightly on the brunette's back, humping the air in search of a warm
place for his swelling meat.

"Oh, no!" Shea wailed as the furry beast settled on her back and
tucked his forepaws in front of her thighs.

"Are you protesting this treatment, Shea?" I asked menacingly.

"Ohnosir!" she cried, "I just never expected... I
mean...AAAAAGGGGHHH!"

Whatever she meant, it was lost in her cry as Caesar's poker found the
fire and rammed itself home.  Not one for finesse, the half-wolf
started machine-gunning poor Shea's abused slit, his knot already
growing, slipping rapidly in and out of her entrance.

Each time the swelling bulb near the base of the dog's dick forced its
way into her, Shea let out a shriek that was abruptly ended as Caesar
just as quickly yanked it back out.  Finally, though, the beast gave a
mighty shove, seating the knot firmly within his bitch, and when he
pulled back, the knot stayed in.

This was what Caesar lived for. Like a jackhammer, his hips shortened
their stroke and shuttled the softball sized lump back and forth
within her as his pointy tip stabbed forcefully against her cervix and
the end of Shea's vagina.

"You may cum when you feel like it, Shea." I said, then to my slave,
"YOU, slave, wait for me!"

"Yes, sir!" Amy cried, bouncing vigorously on my cock and the vibrator
she had plunged deep into her vagina.

Shea, never before having felt the complete possession of being locked
to a bestial master by his conquering weapon, wailed and shook,
climbing from pinnacle to pinnacle, losing herself completely in the
animalistic coupling.  Her sweaty hair flew in a cloud around her head
as it shook from side to side in futile denial of her total surrender
to the sensations that her body and imagination heaped upon her
overloaded consciousness.

Caesar was truly masterful in his conquest. Each thrust was powered by
every ounce of strength from his sinewy muscles. Each stroke having
only one purpose: to impregnate this bitch.

Shea bounced helplessly on the bench beneath him, as, with a last
mighty heave, Caesar buried himself as deep in his bitch as he could
go.  The maddened brunette was driven over the edge, keening like a
lost soul as she felt the hot flood of his lava filling her to
capacity.

Even in unconsciousness Shea's body twitched and spasmed, going
through another series of tremors when Caesar turned around, and his
knot and still spitting rod rotated within her.  The dog stood
panting, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as Shea snored
and twitched in her bondage.

I came up Amy's ass as Caesar blasted Shea's insides with his cum. Amy
jammed the vibrator so far up her pussy that it disappeared, only to
come flying out as her body went rigid and expelled the fake phallus
like a watermelon seed.

Later, as I walked Shea to her car, I asked, "Are you sorry you came
here?"

She grinned impishly and replied, "I loved all of the times I came,
here!"

I laughed and asked "Ok, do you feel like you accomplished your
purpose?"

Shea nodded and said, "And then some! But I'm not too sure I'll
remember everything I learned. I might need a refresher course...!"

I opened the door for her, laughing again, "Perhaps we'll bring you
back for the advanced class!"