Sara stepped from the shower feeling weak but refreshed, warm and
clean.  She drank the big glass of water John had left by the sink,
shuddering as she remembered the feeling of her bowels clamping shut as
the ice water poured in her.
She brushed her teeth, then slowly combed her long dark hair, watching
herself in the mirror.  She didn’t really see Sara, she was watching
John’s slave, or rather John’s cunt she thought with a little smile.  It
brought her pride and contentment.
It had been a long slow journey and was by no means over but she did
believe she had come to a point.  It was no longer play, he was
receiving her mind now.  She had wanted to give it all along but it came
hard.  Personal pride and self gratification had gotten in the way and
those were things that couldn’t be beaten out of her.  It helped to be
disciplined and punished but it was up to her to truly submit.
She walked into his bedroom, saw the soft gown laid out for her and the
covers turned down and smiled as she slipped it over her head.  Crawling
between the warm, smooth sheets was pure ecstasy.  She put her head down
in his pillow, breathed in the smell of him, her body tingling.
Two minutes later, she was asleep.

John walked in his bedroom and stood over the bed looking at her.  The
gown rose and fell where it covered her breasts.  It was thin and he
could see her nipple pressing against the fabric.  He reached out to
touch it, his cock stirring to life.
Sara felt the touch to her nipple in her sleep and her eyes fluttered
open.
"Hi, have a slept the day away?"
"Almost, it’s four, we have reservations at 7:00 but that leaves us a
little time."
Sara stretched and grinned as she saw his cock stiff in his shorts.  She
looked up at him with her eyebrows raised, "May I?’
"Sure."
She rubbed her right hand against her thigh, making sure it was warm
before she grasped his cock and guided it towards her mouth.  She moaned
as it filled her mouth, she felt her moans vibrate against his cock as
he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her farther down on
it.  As it slid in her throat she concentrated on not gagging, just
working the muscles of her throat against it.  He wrapped her hair
around his hand, getting a better grip and pulled her back of, letting
her tongue work feverishly at the tip as she ran her hand up and down
the length of the shaft.  She felt his grip tighten as he began to push
her head back down, she took a deep breath and gave no resistance, her
mouth sliding back down on it easily.  Soon her face and nose was
pressed against his pubic hair, his cock as far down her throat as it
would go.  He brought her up half an inch and slammed her head down
again.  She felt as if it was in her stomach, tears ran from her eyes
and mucous ran from her nose.  At the exact instant she felt bile begin
to rise he snatched her off of him.  She gasped for air and blubbered
like a baby but her mouth was hanging open and still reaching for his
cock.
He moved behind her, slapping her ass hard.  "Get on your knees and
spread wide, I want your ass.  You know what to do, hurry up."
Sara quickly moved to her knees, spreading them out wide, feeling the
cool air on her anus.  She wiped the drool from her face and reached
back and rubbed it on her ass, getting it wet and slippery.
"More Sara,  you want it good and wet for my cock don’t you?"
She whispered a "Yes Master" as she spit in her hand.
"No, not spit, blow your nose in your hand and get your snot on it,
that’s good and slippery.  Come on now, HURRY."
She began to sob from shame and his loud voice but she hurriedly blew
her nose in her hand and begin to rub it on her asshole, sticking a
finger in to lubricate the inside.
John smiled in satisfaction as he put his cock at the opening of her
asshole.  He didn’t hesitate as he plunged in.  She screamed and flailed
about as he stretched her sore sphincter.  Her hand grasped the
bedsheets and she bit the pillow trying to quiet herself.  His cock was
all the way in her ass, deep in her and still as he let her quiet.
Feeling her relax he began to fuck her, slow at first and then harder.
She braced her hands against the headboard to keep her head from hitting
it on every thrust and a steady groan came from her lips.  He reached up
under her and grabbed her nipples roughly, squeezing and twisting them
violently as he whispered in her ear.  "Come for me Sara.  Come on, let
me feel you orgasm on my cock"
As she heard his words she began to shudder, she could feel the bed wet
beneath her from her pussy and his cock felt so alive in her ass it was
almost a part of her.  She screamed out as his cock drove deep in her,
convulsing against him.  John let go of her nipples and grabbed her
hips, pulling her to him hard as he let go in her, feeling her spasms
against his cock.
He let himself fall down over her, pinning her down as he caught his
breath.  She laid there, barely able to breath with his full weight on
top of her but content and happy.  She sighed softly as he pulled his
cock from her and quickly rose to clean him up.
John laid back and watched as she bent over him and gently licked at his
cock.  She knew better than to play the "let’s get John hard again" game
unless he told her too.  All she did was lick him clean and then lay
down next to him, purring like a kitten.

"Come on Darlin’, get up and get a shower."  John reached down and
shoved his fingers in her.  Her pussy was slick and wet.  "Better yet,
why don’t you just wait right there while I get cleaned up.  You’re
clean from earlier, just wash your face and get dolled up.  Your black
dress, no panties, wear the garters and stockings.  Don’t touch your
cunt or pee.  Understand?"
She nodded and answered yes as he left the room.  She rose and began to
make the bed, nervous over what the evening would bring.


John placed a towel down on the passenger seat of the car.  Sara stood
watching him, quiet with a happy expression on her face.  "I wanna see
how wet we can get you on the way to eat.  When we walk in, I want to
see a big wet spot on the back of your dress."  He patted the seat
before he moved to let her sit down.  The sound of his voice made her
wet, she doubted she would have any trouble with this job.
He tossed a pair of nipple clamps in her lap as he turned the ignition.
"Put these on Sara.  Unbutton your dress, pull your bra up, put them on
then button back up.  It’ll help keep my cunt wet."
She did as he asked as they drove away, wincing as they clamped down,
breathing hard while she buttoned her dress back up.
She was quiet as they got on the freeway.  "Come on Sara,  loosen up.
How do the clamps feel?"
She swallowed hard.  "They hurt."
"I KNOW they hurt Sara.  Don’t you think you could be a little more
expressive about it?"
"They are pinching hard but it’s becoming sorta numb.  I’d like to reach
up and take them off and put them on at a slightly different angle."
"Hmmmm, you would would you?  I’ve got a better idea."  He checked in
his mirror to see if a car was passing and found themselves alone.
"Unbutton your dress and take them off....yes, that’s good.  Now put
them back on the same spot."
She whimpered, realizing she wasn’t going to feel a renew flash of pain
but repeated pressure on the same spot.  Groaning aloud as they clamped
back down she slowly buttoned up her dress.
He looked over at her and saw her lip trembling.  "Oh no Sara, don’t you
dare cry.  Feel the pain but accept it.  Talk to me, tell me about your
garden.  When will the broccoli be ready?"
Sara took a deep breath and began to rattle.  Her voice even and soft,
her mind constantly aware of the pain in her nipples and of him.  John
relaxed and drove, watching the sun drop behind the horizon as her voice
filled his head.

John pulled up in a parking spot behind the restaurant.  He turned to
her and motioned for her to remove the clamps.  She did, handing them to
him and started to button back up.  "Nope, lets put them back on like
you suggested, like this."
He reached out with them open, letting them snap close opposite of where
they had been.  She squealed aloud, trying desperately to hold back a
scream.  John  quickly stuffed the sleeve of her coat in her mouth, then
twisted the clamps almost a whole turn.  She came up off the seat, sweat
breaking out on her face, her voice loud but muffled.  As quickly as he
had put them on they were off, leaving her sitting back in the seat
breathing hard.
"Come on Darlin’ time for dinner."
She followed him out of the car and then passed to walk in front of him
into the restaurant.  He noted the grapefruit sized wet spot on the back
of her dress with delight.  Quickening his step, he fell in beside her.
"Hungry?"
She nodded quickly, "I’m famished, I haven’t eaten a meal since...when,
yesterday morning?"
"Yes, I was yesterday but you’ve had enough.  I didn’t hear a complaint
then did I?"
She climbed the steps murmuring a soft "No Master" and stepped in the
door.
John ordered a bottle of white wine and two glasses.  Her mouth watered
over the prospect of cool wine.  When the waitress returned, John
motioned for her to only fill his.  Sara’s was left empty in front of
her.
They were seated in a small room, there were other patrons on the other
side of a curtain but they were for the most part, alone, unless the
waitress popped in the room.
"Quickly Sara, before she comes back for our order.  Pick up the wine
glass, slide to the edge of your chair and pee until it is an inch from
the top.  Do not spill.  NOW."
She picked up the glass, desperate to look behind her but instead
adjusting her dress and putting the glass between her legs.
"Pee Sara, fill you glass up."
Sara locked her eyes on him as she felt the relief in her bladder and
heard the tinkle of her urine falling in the wine glass.  Her face was
red in shame but shiny with excitement.  Her eyes closed shut tight as
she shut off the flow, not near empty but forced to stop before she peed
on the chair and floor of the restaurant.  Pulling her dress back down
she sat the glass on the table in front of her.
"Now we drink a toast darlin’, to the two of us.  To what we give one
another.  Drink up."
He raised his glass to his lips and she shakily did the same, the
pungent smell of it making her wince.  As he drank the wine, Sara did
the same with her own hot piss.  She fought back a gag and set the glass
down just as the waitress came back into the room.
She finished her glass the same time as his, and at his nod, refilled it
as he poured for himself.  Talk through dinner was light and relaxed.
Sara tried to drink the piss naturally as she would a glass of wine but
inside she would shudder and grimace.  Every time the waitress came to
the table she felt her look at the glass.  It was darker in color than
Johns and she was afraid the girl would smell the aroma.  But nothing
was said and dinner ended with little event.  As the waitress cleared
the plates Sara asked to be excused to the ladies room.  John nodded his
head and watched as she walked through the now crowded resturant, the
wet spot still on her skirt.