Marie Gives Up Control

The stories of Marie's adventures began as posts under the name "Longwalk". Having forgotten my password and disassociated from my old email, I have started a new identity. Since I frequently refer to earlier adventures, you may want to check out Longwalk as well.

We are empty nesters you enjoy golf and sex.

I just returned home from Saturday golf with the men's league at our local golf course, and found Marie glued to the computer screen in our home office. Ladies' day at the golf club is Tuesday, so nothing was unusual. But when I entered the office and noted Marie's mood, I knew something new was on her mind.

"Fred, it has been a while since I've had a sexual adventure other than you and me. I really loved our time in Marie's Bar and Girl, and I felt safe because I was in full control. Also, you would be there if I needed you. It was a different type of excitement when we ran into Frank and his friends on our hike in the state forest. I know that we did not feel safe at first, but after things evolved, my fear turned into a type of excitement I had not felt before. I did not know what was coming next, it made me tingle."

I was studying Marie's body language as I listened, trying to understand where this was going. I was pretty sure it had something to do with the computer screen behind her. She continued...

"I would really like to experience that tingle and excitement again while feeling safe. I did not know how that was possible until I stumbled on this web site." I looked passed Marie to see the computer screen. Although I didn't study the entire screen, the aim was to recruit women interested in experienced being a sex slave for a fixed period of 24 hours.

"Marie, are you sure you know you will be safe with strangers?"

"I responded to their email while you were away. And I received a response almost immediately. They use safe words for immediate protection to stop unwanted activities, and I would be returned in 24 hours. But I will not get upfront identification of this person until the time I am picked up by their driver. When I am picked up, they will provide traceable information. It is not simple information but can be used by the authorities if you need it."

"I don't know!"

"I like the excitement!"

"You mean they are going to pick you up here? This will be the first time I have not been present. Well, I could not have been able to help in the woods at that time in Connecticut. Maybe I can follow the pickup car. Ok, if you want, explore the possibilities further, but keep me informed."

I have to say that Marie had become more aggressive when it comes to sex since that first encounter in Connecticut. And I am pleased with the benefits that I have received.

It's Sunday, one day later, and Marie says to me, "It's set for next Thursday, and I'll be picked up at noon. I'll be driven back starting at noon on Friday. I'm sorry that you won't be there, but I'll tell you everything."

I knew that Marie would tell me everything that happened on this adventure, but I was planning to follow the pickup car as soon as it left.

Thursday morning arrived quickly. Marie spent extra time primping in the bathroom. She looked gorgeous when she emerged a little before noon. I had expected her to have dressed in something special, but she was in her normal clothes, best described as business casual. Not overly sexy.

The driver knotted at our front door at noon. And Marie was off to be a sex slave for 24 hours. As the Pickup car pulled out of our driveway, I was moving to my car in the garage. As soon as I started to back out, a delivery van pulled up, blocking my exit. The driver got out and brought me an envelope. There was no way I would be able to follow the pickup car now. In the envelope was a letter that said the listed email and phone number were traceable, but would be blocked for 24 hr.

All I could do now was wait.

On Friday at about 12:30, the car that had picked up Marie on Thursday, dropped her off. She was glowing when she came through the door. As soon as I opened my mouth, she covered it. "I'll tell you everything but first I want you to fuck me." We headed to our bedroom for the best sex I remembered for some time.

As we laid I each other's arms, she started her story. The following are her words as closely as I can remember.

Tyrone escorted me to the car yesterday, opened the back door. But before he helped me into the car, he put a loose-fitting hood over my head, blocking my sight. I wore the same hood on the ride home. He did not talk much as we drove, but he did tell me his name on the ride yesterday. I am not sure how long the car ride was. When it ended, we were in front of a large house with a circular drive. The house was surrounded by trees so I couldn't see any other buildings or houses after the hood was removed.

Tyrone then led me into a sitting room with a variety of chairs and stools. As soon I turned to check the room out another man entered the room. "Please have a seat", he said. As I moved to a sofa, He immediately said, "not you, I'm talking to Tyrone". He then stepped right in front of me and looked up and down my body, like he was undressing me with his eyes.

"Welcome, Marie. My name is James, but you will call me Master for the next 24 hours. That is if you don't say the agreed upon safe word. Shall we agree that 'home' will be your safe word, which will immediately send you home. Is the word acceptable to you and can you remember it?"

I nodded yes.

"Very well then, we will get started. I must say that you are the oldest to respond to my invitation. I have investigated your past and found that you enjoy golf and have visited Pinehurst for golfing vacations. While you were there you spent your evening hours at Marie's Bar and Girl."

I don't know how he learned that, but I nodded yes.

"Well, I am looking forward to the next 24 hours, and I am sure my friends will be most pleased. Things here will be somewhat different than your time at Marie's Bar and Girl. I am your master, and you are my sex slave. You will follow my instructions immediately or use the safe word. That includes any of my friends that I introduce to you. Tyrone is one of my friends, and he has been patiently sitting on the sofa watching you. Please turn to Tyrone and smile."

I did what I was told and looked directly into his eyes.

"Now slowly take off your clothes. You can hand them to me, but don't take your eyes off he's."

I was pretty sure I knew what was coming. Soon James had all my clothes. The expression on Tyrone face had not changed.

"I am gifting you to my friend Tyrone for the next hour, which means you will follow his wishes and requests as you would mine. In place of me wrapping you as a gift, you are to present yourself to Tyrone in the 'submissive position'. Do you know what that is?"

I shook my head no. Immediately, James slapped my butt. "Your response should have been 'no, Master'. A similar response to my friends would be 'no, Sir'. Understood?"

My answer was now 'yes Master'.

"Thank you, Marie. Now follow my directions and remember them. You will be instructed to assume the 'position' later this evening or tomorrow morning. Now, stand directly in front of Tyrone about five away. Drop to your knees and sit back on your heels with your back straight and tits out. Place our hands on your thighs, palms up. Bow your head slightly. After I leave the room, your will respond to Tyrone, as Sir."

I heard a door close, and soon after I heard Tyrone unbuckle his belt and remove everything waist down.

"Marie, you are a wonderful sight. I want you to come closer and fondle my balls until my dick grows enough to make your eyes pop."

OMG, his dick was huge! It was hanging down and still soft, and it must have been 5 inches before I touched anything. As soon as I did as I was told, his dick started to grow. My eyes must have popped because it must have doubled in size.

"Like what you see?"

'Yes, Sir.'

'Then lick it likes it's your popsicle."

I started at the bottom and ran my tongue up to its enormous head. I could barely get my mouth around it. I could tell he was getting really hard.

"I'm ready for a tight fuck."

Tyrone grabbed me under my arms picked me up from my knees to my feet like it was no effort. He stuck a finger up my pussy, and said, "You must like this because you are wet enough for me."

He was right. I was dripping down my thighs. 'Yes, Sir.'

He then pulled me up to impale me with his dick. "Don't worry. I'll go slow, but you need to aim my dick at your pussy as I lower you down. Your tight ass can't handle me, at least not yet.'

Tyrone was true to his word. He lowered me slowly as I expanded. I felt so full, and maybe a little surprised that I could accommodate his width. Then he bottomed out. Maybe I should say 'topped out'. He was still sitting and now my feet were on the floor.

"Ok girlie. Grind it up and down until I blow my top."

He kept his hands on my sides, kind of controlling my pace. Slowly at first because I was still getting used to his size. His eyes were closing, and. I felt my first orgasm coming on and let out a small wimpier. I found I was picking up the pace, with help for his hands on my sides. I let out a loud squeal with next orgasm as he went ridged and, as he said, blew his top.

Just as Tyrone started to go limp, James walked back into the room. "Well Marie, I see you have enjoyed your time with Tyrone. You will see him again since he will drive you home tomorrow. Please follow me. We only have a short time to clean you up before my guests arrive."

Eventually we walked into a large room that looked like an exercise gym with ropes hanging from the ceiling, a big mat in the middle of the floor, and padded benches or exercise machines on the side. I didn't get a good look and could not identify anything since we immediately walked into an adjacent room which turned out to be a large bathroom. That house had to be huge. '

"Marie, you can clean yourself up here, you have half an hour. If you finish early, push this button and I will return. The door will be locked until then." James left and I started the shower. As I was drying my hair he returned. I guess the 30 minutes were up, but since there was no clock in the room, I had no idea.

James had a bag in his hand and smiled at me. "I brought your costume for the night." I did not have a stitch of clothing on, and he was holding a leather collar and matching wrist cuffs. I guess my 'costume' was his little tease. After I was properly dressed, he attached a leash to one of the rings on the collar and started leading me through the house. Near the front door, he removed the leash and pointed out a pad on the floor. He had me take the 'submissive position' on the pad. "We are a few minutes early. I will return shortly."

I heard five bells from what I assumed to be a grandfather clock nearby. James returned. "My friends will be arriving soon. You may stand in this doorway." 'Yes, Master.' He then attached the wrist cuffs to hooks he pulled down from somewhere above. It was a wide doorway, because he could walk around me to view both front and back.

"You look lovely, Marie. But I want to perk up your nipples." He then reached around me from behind squeezing my tits. But after an initial squeeze he started to use his open hand to rub my nipples with the palms of his hands. You know like you like to do. It felt so good, and it got the desired effect. My nipples looked like pencil erasers.

It was a few minutes later that the doorbell rang. After James greeted his friend, they both turned towards me, only a few steps away. "Paul, may I present our entertainment for this evening. This is Marie. A first timer at one of my events. Please inspect her as you wish."

Approaching me, the guy said to James, "Well, you never fail to provide the very best beauties for your parties. I just love perky tits." As he looked into my eyes, he started pinching both nipples. "James. I'm eager for more time with her, I'll try to get her to orgasm with just nipple play."

Then James said, 'I'm sure you will, but not before the others are here. You know where the drinks are. Help yourself." Paul went into another room, and I was still attached to the ceiling. The doorbell rang again. And just like before, James said. "Ed, this is Marie, our entertainment for tonight."

"Look at that full bush." He immediately grabbed my bush and pulled it gently. With his other hand, he slid a finger between my pussy lips. "She is getting wet already. Going to be a fun night." He then went to join Paul for a drink. The third, and last, of James' friends arrived. His name was Tom. He was shorter than the other two, as well shorter than James. He started his inspection with a hand on my stomach, but as he walked around me, the hand dropped to my butt cheek. Soon he had both hand on cheeks. Both hands slid between my legs feeling both my holes. Then whispered ear, "you have a lovely ass, my dear. I hope it is as tight as it appears."

James then released my attachment to the ceiling and reattached the leash. We joined the others in the bar room. In the middle of the room was a small table, about the size of an ottoman footrest. There were four chairs in a semi-circle in front of the table. James led me to the table and had me take the submissive position by the table. As the three guests moved to the chairs, James offered me a drink as he went to get one for himself. Of course, I did, and I asked for a double scotch. "Please return to 'the position' between sips" James said as he placed the full glass on the small table. I immediately took a large sip. I truly felt I had no control, but I was excited at the same time.

They were just sitting around me talking about me and their plans for tonight. After James gave me a second scotch, I saw Paul stand up and remove his clothes. He then moved the small table to the side of the room. Standing behind me, he pulled me to my feet, facing the other three. He attached the rings on the cuffs to rings on the collar. From behind me, I could feel he cock pressing against my butt. He whispered in my ear how he loved my tits, and I should just relax, and enjoy his touch. Well, I was getting aroused by my full-frontal display for the other three watching Paul's actions.

His hands started to roam around my stomach. Slowly he moved to my tits and started slowly rubbing my nipples with the palms of his hands. You know how I love that. You do that to get me aroused when we have sex. Well, he had his face against the side of my neck, and I could feel the warmth of his breath. He was moving his hands in circles over my nipples, and he would change speeds and sometimes pressure. He kept me guessing, and that started to get me going. Yes, I had an orgasm, and as my legs buckled, he caught me before my knees hit the floor. The others enjoyed the show because they gave Paul their noisy approval.

Then Ed removed his clothes, and somehow a padded table with stirrups was rolled into the room. I was helped onto the table, and feet were strapped into the stirrups. My wrists were still attached to the collar. Ed pointed the table so my pussy facing the three-man audience. He was standing beside the table and started to lightly trace my lips around my mouth. He whispered in my ear that my lips were lovely, both sets. And he was going to work then both. He then grabbed my bush and slowly pulled out, letting my hair slip through his fingers. He did that a few times and I could feel my body start to react. He then reached over from the side, to not block the view, and spread my pussy lips. After running his finger around the lips a few times, he moved to the top to find my clit. That's where his fingers were targeting. He started with one finger around the tip, but then he included the hardening shaft. When he felt my hips react, he started use all four fingers rubbing across the clit, back and forth. The more that I reacted, the faster that he went, until I had one of the longest orgasms that I had ever experienced.

After I calmed down, I was helped off the table, and my wrists were freed from the collar, another thing emerged. It looked like a narrow bench. It was too high to be a bench. I found out what it was for quickly. I was placed on it face down, but my head was somehow supported. My legs were somehow pulled apart and attached to the bottom of the platform near the floor. My wrists were also pulled down and restrained. Then I realized that both Tom and James were nude.

I guessed Tom was up next, and I was right. I could tell only by his voice. He started rubbing my thighs and ended up on my butt. Soon his finger, or two fingers, entered my pussy collecting my juices which he then pushed into and around my ass.

Tom said something like, "Yes, she is tight. Just a little more lube and I can get in."

Fred, you know it was a first for me, but he was the smallest of the four, so he got in without much effort. As he was pumping in and out, I was trying to feel the difference, but my brain took over. I started to respond to his moves and pushed back to meet his thrusts. My brain is my strongest sex organ. I did have slight thrill, but not like when my clit is involved.

When he was done, James took his turn. This time he used my pussy. While he did, Ed, I think it was Ed, turned my head and started rubbing my lips with is dick. Soon he was fucking my face. The action on my pussy was slow and methodical, so my mouth was filled first. I swallowed some but the some leaked out. Paul presented his dick as soon as the other one was removed. James started to increase the rate of his strokes. Both my mouth and pussy were filled at almost the same time. I must say the tingle was there but not as strong as I had expected. I was worn out.

James stayed in until he softened. When he pulled out, he announced, "time for a break and some food." I was released from the bench, but the leash was reattached to my collar. Everyone remained nude, and the guys lead me out to a pool behind the house. It completely sheltered anyone view on the outside. It had an outside shower, and after we all took a communal shower, I was directed to a foam pad and told to take the submissive position. The men had pool chairs with small tables on the side. There was even a small low table by my foam pad.

James said, "Marie, please take drink orders from us one by one. You will find everything you need in the kitchen." I guess a sex slave could also by a servant slave as well. The kitchen also had food trays on the counter and in the refrigerator.

I brought drinks out one at a time, and each time, I met with roaming hands. Nothing on my body was off limits. After all the drinks we served, James said I could make one for myself. I was ready. I returned to the submissive position with a double scotch. The men were all facing me and chatting mostly about what they did to me or would do to me. I just sipped my scotch.

Soon I was told to bring out the food, again one at a time. Same story, but I was allowed to eat as well. After I cleaned up and returned to the submissive position, they took turns calling me over to perform what I was told to do. You know, things like suck a dick while rubbing their balls, or sitting on a dick. Sometimes it was in their chair, and sometimes it was in the pool. James even fucked me laying on my back in his grass. This went on until they had trouble getting it up. Their solution was to have me suck their soft dick and rub their balls.

As each one ran out of steam, I was to follow them to the front door to give them one final chance to fondle my body. Tom was the last to go. I thought he would never take his hand off me as he explored my mouth with his tongue. After he left, I returned to my submissive position, where James was finishing a nightcap.